#literally only ever given me stress and been all up in peoples business and been judgy as fuck

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i hope that stupid cunt fucks off and dies

#vent #the one whos supposedly supposed to be the more stressful one isnt #but the one whos supposedly normal and nice is the one whos only ever given me stress #literally only ever given me stress and been all up in peoples business and been judgy as fuck #definitely going to be a fucking soccer mom when her kid grows older #gonna be that bitch at pta meetings that everyone fucking hates #i feel bad for her daughter cause both her parents are selfish pricks #i cant wait for them to move out of this fucking house soon. cant come soon enough literally at all #sick of their fucking bitchy presences in my life #bunch of spoiled fucking brats they are

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Mr. Puzzles Fluff Alphabet

Requested by… Me!

Coming out of hibernation ‘cause there is not enough Mr. Puzzles x Reader content out there so I am contributing to the pile because the hyperfixation I have on this man has me in a fucking death-grip.

It is 2 in the morning when I’m posting this so yippie brain-rot!!!

Anyways alphabet under the cut :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. I mean you are kind of the only person who’s ever bothered to get close to him!

He was extremely clingy when the two of you were just friends, but now that you’re his partner? That’s increased tenfold.

He’s very unpredictable so he’s pretty much a wildcard when it comes to ways he’ll show affection.

Sometimes he’ll gently pull you along by grabbing your wrist, sometimes he’ll nuzzle into your hair or neck, maybe he’ll cup your face like you’re a glass sculpture that might shatter, and sometimes he’ll just pick you up and twirl you around. Honestly? This lovable director will show you any kind of physical affection under the sun.

I do think he particularly would like to hold your hand though. He likes the warmth of your hand in his, and how it’s so small compared to his. It’s like your hand was just made for him to hold!

Overall, any physical affection is fine by him as long as he gets to touch or hold you!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I fear having this man as a best friend because that means chaos.

Yes being in a romantic relationship with him would be chaos, but a friendship I feel would be more chaotic somehow???

Will break your door down to get an opinion on a new show he’s been working on, and will absolutely pester you until you comply.

Would probably get you to star in said show and then poke fun at you the entire time. Lovingly of course mind you!

Lots of talk sessions where the two of you just talk shit about other people because this man lives for drama, like wants the tea on everyone.

Would break into your house at 2 in the morning to steal food like a fucking rat (I say this in a loving way).

Anyways being besties with him means say goodbye to your doors because he’s kicking them all down to get your attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely a must!!! Like he would love to cuddle!!!

This man has no preference to cuddling he just wants to hold you close to him! Definitely big spoon no questions asked, but he also loves having you lay on his chest.

I think his favorite way to cuddle though would be on his side with you snuggled into his chest. You would probably look very small compared to him like his body would basically envelop yours, but hey he’d be very warm at least! Mr. Puzzles would probably just lazily comb through your hair with the goofiest smile on his face, whispering little words of affirmation under his breath as he did so.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Oh definitely! But, after he becomes all rich and famous! He wants the best life for you after all!

Definitely a housewife though when he’s not busy working on his shows, like this man is a workaholic. I genuinely think he enjoys cleaning and repetitive tasks in general, helps him think.

When working on his shows or stressed? Yeah no the living space can easily become a train-wreck as he gets increasingly more frustrated over whatever he’s working on.

You could probably leave the studio on any given day, and either come back to it spotless or a wreck. There’s like a 50/50 shot whenever you leave.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nuh-uh, not happening, you are literally stuck with him now, and he is NEVER LETTING YOU GO. :)

Yeah that’s definitely not concerning! Good luck my guy because Mr. Puzzles has some attachment issues, and will not leave you no matter what you do!

But hey! You probably won’t get to leave him either! At least he won’t let you without a fight! (Get this man some therapy or something)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very big on commitment honestly part of him wants all of your attention to himself, but he loves you enough to not go that far.

I think he’d be kinda iffy on marriage. On one hand he could throw this big event for the two of you, letting everyone know you’re his.

On the other, he’s fine not getting married at all! As far as he’s concerned as long as you’re completely committed to him romantically there’s not really a reason to get married?

Honestly whether he gets married to you or not would depend on your preference.

Would probably still get you an engagement ring of some kind no matter what your answer is, just so others’ know you’re committed to someone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh my god this man? Gentle as a feather physically. Emotionally? He tries to be as gentle as he can, but that temper gets the better of him sometimes.

He holds you like you are glass about to shatter, like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

Cups your face in his gloved hand and just admires you like the most beautiful art piece ever created. Might even lightly bump his screen against your head wondering how he got so lucky.

Most of the time he’s a bit aloof regarding your emotions he likes to tease you after all!

But in serious moments his tone will get noticeably softer as he listens, and tries to help you with whatever you are dealing with in anyway he can.

Now granted, Puzzles gets frustrated easily, and might lash out at you occasionally or straight up manipulate you, but he tries to make up for it.

Just be patient with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.

Hugs are a constant thing with this man he loves to hug and hold you. Though he will probably pick you up to hold you.

Most of the time he’ll come up from behind, pick you up, spin you around a bit, saying something like “There’s my little angel!”, and then hug you!

Definitely puts his screen to your head and makes a loud “mwah!” sound.

He’s a dork when it comes to hugging he wants to make you smile, that and he just likes having you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After you get together?

All. The. Time.

Not in a bad way of course he wants you to know he absolutely adores you! Words of affirmation are part of his love language after all!

Says stuff like “I love you my precious starlight.” or “Gosh you’re just so cute! I truly do love you when you give me that look my dear!”

He is serious every time he says it though, but will not hesitate to fluster you with that phrase.

Can imagine him saying “I love you.” in a low husky voice to make you weak in the knees.

He likes to see you get all red in the face and become a stuttering mess. He’s a tease like that. :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Puzzles has attachment issues this man gets extremely jealous very quickly.

If he thinks anyone is getting even a little touchy with you? He’s walking over, putting his arms around you, and talking to the offender with fake enthusiasm and venom in his voice.

The person doesn’t get the hint? Lightly veiled threats start coming out.

Would resort to violence as a last resort.

If it’s a more light version of jealousy he’ll probably dramatically pout in the corner with his arms crossed until you come over and give him attention.

He’s very dramatic with jealously like a dog not getting attention when it wants it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Uhhhh I mean he has a TV for a head he can’t exactly kiss you per se.

But Puzzles tries to make it work! Most commonly he’ll gently tap his screen to your head or hands with a little electric shock to give the illusion of an actual kiss.

Is not much for you kissing his screen though since he’ll have to clean it afterwards…

But you want to get this man to melt into you? He loves being kissed on the neck, or on the bottom of his TV, might as well send sparks through his entire body. Would definitely love neck bites as well.

Honestly would not care where you kiss him he’s just happy getting your affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he’d be pretty good around children at least outwardly.

Probably would be trying to entertain them with cartoons or little puppet shows.

Do not think he’d actively put himself in a situation to be around children though. I don’t think he likes them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Puzzles would get up without waking you, get dressed, get some coffee, and then would make the two of you breakfast.

You typically tend to wake up before he’s finished, but if you aren’t then he’ll gladly give you breakfast in bed!

Would make fun of you for being a sleepyhead though.

Mornings with Puzzles would start off quiet, but get progressively louder as you both wake up a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like nights go one of two ways.

Either A. Chaotic as hell or B. Actually nice

A chaotic as hell night includes Mr. Puzzles having some sort of mental break which results in him overworking himself and refusing to go to sleep and/or him frantically at a board with a bunch of papers on it trying to come up with ideas.

While this rarely happens it can if his shows aren’t doing as well as he would like or if you’re gone for long periods of time. The best thing to do here is gently talk to him and get him away from his area of work to help him calm down. A nice cup of hot tea or hot cocoa would help as well!

A nice night is more common though since Puzzles does think sleep is important. Probably ends with the two of you winding down by either cuddling in bed or watching TV (an actual TV though not his head he likes being able to hold you) while you two have blankets and/or hot tea to sip on.

Alternatively you two will cuddle in bed and just talk about whatever comes to mind until you two fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about his past but not so much about what he doesn’t want you to see.

He shares stories from when he was a kid a lot, mainly about his mom, (I get a huge mama’s boy vibe from him) or his struggles making friends and connections until you showed up.

Also talks about his frustrations about getting into directing shows and how no corporate big shot would give him a chance so that’s how he made his own company! Also loves talking about ideas for new shows or really anything that comes to mind this man has no filter and just says what pops in his head.

He does not talk about things he doesn’t want you to know. Mainly that he smokes but he’s also definitely done some fucked up stuff in the past to get where he is today so he keeps that under wraps.

Wouldn’t want his darling angel to worry about those little hiccups~

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We are literally talking about the person who sang about how ‘patience is a virtue uttered by fools’ this man has close to none.

He gets very frustrated and angry when things don’t go how he planned them to. He also can get frustrated if you don’t tell him things.

While he never tries to direct his anger at you he tends to lash out when frustrated and says things he doesn’t mean. However, he would probably apologize in the end if he really hurt you with his words.

Would never think of getting physically violent with you though he would much rather cut off his own head again than do that.

It would be very odd hot to see the man who holds you so gently be able to so easily make a sizable dent in a metal object.

Definitely has punched many holes in the walls and covered it up with something.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

My guy.

My buddy.

This man will remember every little thing you have told him about anything you like. He has a little notebook dedicated to writing little details about you so he doesn’t forget.

Knows just about everything you’ve either off-handedly mentioned about yourself or straight up told him.

Has various things written down like your favorite color, food, drink, cartoon, etc. Like literally anything you can think of that you could say about yourself he probably has written down.

Also has a page just describing how much he loves your looks down to the littlest detail but that’s not as important.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you two officially became partners.

He was so anxious to ask on the inside but kept the outwardly performance up as he was desperately trying to figure out how to go about it.

He broke one night and frantically made a board full of ideas for what he could do, but none of them were good enough! You deserved so much more than-than this!

You just so happened to walk into this scenario but Mr. Puzzles didn’t notice you as he was too focused on his board. You heard him muttering to himself about how “this had to be perfect” and “no, no that wouldn’t-”.

You eventually got concerned and walked up to him, accidentally scaring the living daylights out of him by the way, and as he tried to stutter something out you realized just what the board was about.

You then looked at him as he was still trying to come up with an excuse and just looked at him with wide eyes as you just blurted “And here I was scrambling to figure out a way to ask you out myself.”.

Puzzles just stared at you wide eyes and shouted “Wait really!?”

Anyways that night ended with you two just watching a movie on the couch and you’ve been together ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Oh very protective.

Like you get scary tall guard dog partner privileges.

Most of the time if you’re with Puzzles no one would really dare to try anything because of how tall your TV man is, but on the off chance some asshole wants to try his luck?

Well Puzzles most definitely has a kill count.

In actuality he’d probably make threats towards the person, never getting outwardly aggressive as he doesn’t like to be the one fighting, but if the aggressor tries to touch you?

All bets are fucking off.

Despite what his personality may suggest to you if it comes down to it this man can pack a punch if need be. He is deceptively strong for how he looks and could easily beat a man to death if he wanted to.

While the fight would not end with the aggressor’s death as Puzzles does not want to kill someone in front of you, there is a good chance that person might end up mysteriously dead with no evidence tracing the murder back to him later down the line.

This man is slightly unhinged when it comes to keeping you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about he’s going all out!

Would definitely have a fancy dinner or something equally extravagant. I can see him liking to slow dance with you in a ballroom if given the chance.

If you prefer more casual dates then hey he’s up for that too! He’s paying though no ifs, ands, or buts about it! He loves movie dates and stargazing as date ideas.

Anniversaries are an all out occasion he’s standing his ground on that one because it’s special date and he wants the entire day to be special to the both of you.

Tries to get you gifts he knows you’ll like instead of fancy things though.

Okay maybe one or two pretty rings and such but mainly things you’d actually enjoy or give that big smile at receiving. I think gift giving is one of his love languages after all so expect to have lots of little trinkets.

He tries his best to make you smile everyday so he tries a lot for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some… unfavorable aspects of himself he doesn’t want you knowing the true extent of.

He does not want you to know he smokes as he thinks it’s an undesirable habit and always deflects any questions about why he might smell like smoke or any cigarettes you might find.

His temper also gets the best of him at times leading to him lashing out and making dumb decisions that he tends to regret if he thinks about it too much. Though he has wrangled it in around you it can be explosive and violent when you aren’t around to witness the full extent of it.

He is also very obsessive with you and he knows it. It’s definitely toxic obsession as well because at his worst moments mentally he has debated keeping you to himself and not letting you leave. He’s also considered sabotaging all of your relationships so you only rely on him and no one else.

A dark part of him wants to keep you all to himself so no one can take you away from him ever.

Thankfully, he respects and loves you too much to act on those thoughts but god rest the poor soul that does anything bad to you because odds are…

Their life is on a very short timer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh my god yes.

Yes he so is.

He wants to look his best around you 24/7 all day every day and somehow does not even have to try for it.

He needs to always look presentable because a good director should always look ready all the time!

Is dramatic as fuck if his shirt gets wrinkled or something like damsel with their hand on their head going “my poor husband” dramatic.

He’s very silly like that and you love him for it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes.

You are the only person who ever really tried to get to know him, who puts up with his silly shenanigans, and who he fell in love with.

Truthfully without you? He’d completely lose it mentally because you are his rock. The one person he knows can pull him back from the darkest corners of his mind.

Not that you’d ever know this but Mr. Puzzles does. He knows that now that he has you he would not be able to live without you and continue to pretend to be even remotely sane.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Plays his dreams or soft static on his screen when he’s in a deep sleep.

Claps his hands when excited and fidgets with his suspenders a lot.

Also makes tons of motions with his hands while he talks.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

This goes one of two ways.

Either he’s all giddy and cheerful like a schoolgirl with a massive crush or sounds very concerning as he talks about you like a follower would a god.

Pick your poison because both are accurate it just depends on how he’s feeling that day.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will. Not. Let. Go.

Like if you wake up before him you are not getting up because he has the grip of a koala and probably has his arms and legs wrapped all around you.

But sometimes if you wake up before him he ends up in the funniest positions like sprawled out in ways that should break his bones. It can be very funny and disturbing at the same time.

#my writing #mr. puzzles #smg4 #smg4 mr puzzles #mr puzzles #mr puzzles x reader #mr puzzles hcs #mr puzzles smg4 #please help #the brainrot #its killing me #anyways have fun you mr puzzles simps #it’s me #i’m mr puzzles simps :(

[jaeyunsz]

a writer’s main character - lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader (she/her)

genre: college!au, writer!heeseung, ill!reader, ANGST

expected word count: 25k+

warnings: mentions of death and sickness, unrequited love, cursing, smut (more will be added when it is finalized)

summary:  in your whole life, you have never fallen in love. love was a feeling that you wanted to experience and after finding out that you have just a little more than a year to live, you become more desperate to fall in love with someone. lucky for you, the head editor of your university’s newspaper is determined find a muse for their best writer, lee heeseung, for him to finish up his last article before he graduates. you only accept in one condition; heeseung would help you fall in love.

a/n: reposting this bc i decided to finish it and hope to post it in the upcoming weeks!

It was already April and Heeseung still had zero idea what to write about. He had recently turned in his latest article. He wanted to start writing his last article for the year immediately so it wouldn’t bother him when he gets busy with graduation. He didn’t expect to be out of ideas since his mind was always clouded with new stuff to type on his laptop. Well, there was a first time for everything, right? He just wanted his last article to be big and original, never been done before. He wanted to leave an impact.

Being a literature major, Heeseung had always liked to read books and write in his dusty notebook. His dream was to publish a book and he would do everything to make his dream come true. He was still young and had a lot to learn. Throughout the years, he worked next to different writers and publishers.

Heeseung had been writing for the university’s newspaper since the freshmen year. People barely got the chance to publish their own writings in the newspaper so it came as a surprise when Heeseung’s article was seen on the first page as a first year student. He was on cloud nine to see that he had given a chance to prove himself as a writer.

But now, he was on writer’s block and the head editor was getting on his nerves.

‘’Have you thought about what you’re going to write about Heeseung?’’ Yeonjun asked during a meeting, making Heeseung bite the inside of his cheek.

‘’I’m stuck.’’ Heeseung replied, not taking his eyes off from his phone as he scrolled through empty apps. Yeonjun eyed him up and down, watching the writer closely.

‘’I can see that you’re stressed about it. Don’t you seriously have nothing to write about? It’s just- I’ve never seen you like this before. You always have something up your sleeve.’’ The older boy confronted him.

Yeonjun was also surprised by this outcome since Heeseung always had magnificent ideas. Heeseung locked his phone and put it on the table in front of him. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh before looking at Yeonjun again.

‘’I know you don’t like to ask about others for ideas but listen to me for a second before you try to punch me. I think I have certain person in my mind that you might want to write about.’’ Yeonjun continued, his words making Heeseung sit straight up.

‘’I’m desperate at this point. I’m all ears.’’

Yeonjun let released a relieved sigh, a tiny smile replacing the frown on his face. ‘’Have you ever met Beomgyu’s friend, Y/N?’’

‘’Not in person but I think I’ve seen her around.’’

‘’Heeseung, she is dying-‘’

‘’What do you mean she is dying?’’ Heeseung said with a serious expression.

‘’Heeseung, she is literally dying. Beomgyu mentioned that she had a heart condition. It does not look good and her doctor says that she only has around a year before… you know. The interesting part is; after she found all about that she told Beomyu that she wanted to fall in love so why don’t you write about her? Follow her around for a couple months until she finds somebody. Your article will be ready by then. Also the story will stay as a memory in her honor. So what do you say?’’

#heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen #heeseung

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Our Fire When We're Together, Mixed With Paranoid Manners

You were able to break free, and finally start your dream. But will the one who matters most make it to the most important night of your life to date? Will she see you the same way?

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one. Just kind of meh. Let me know what you think. Not proofread.

TW: Mentions of suicide, Anxiety, angst, and fluff. Not smut in this one, sorry :]

You sat on the closed lid to the toilet in your bathroom, stripped down to all but your underwear. Today was a huge day for you. To say you were stressed, was a colossal understatement. You had to get yourself ready for arguably one of the largest days of your life- next to marriage, and you had to do it without your best friend, whom had swore to you that they would be there for when this moment had happened. But of course, in typical fashion your life had decided to throw a massive monkey wrench into that plan, and shit had literally hit the fan while she was out of the country for work. Admittedly, you were proud of how you had handled this up to now, because going through a divorce while starting your dream business was no easy feat. Of course, your best friend, Lizzie, assured you that she was just a phone call away- but that was nothing compared to the calming presence she had when she was around you. You, in your ever so stubborn fashion, had opted to handle all of this yourself, not wanting to bother your best friend for fear of coming across as selfish. Part of you knew that her current fling wouldn’t appreciate you calling constantly, as they were not a fan of how close you and Liz were. 

There had always been a tension between you two- you both attended NYU, which is where you had met the blonde, while she was going to school to pursue her budding acting career- you were going to get a business degree after attending a technical school to open your dream automotive shop, building the cars of peoples dreams. There had been an ‘after mid-term’ party that one of your friends had dragged you to, you had wanted to stay in and relax after the strenuous study schedule you had been on. Your friend had convinced you that one night out wouldn’t be the end of you. That is where you met a green eyed, blonde standing by the bar in the corner of the room, chatting up the ‘bartender’ as you had approached. You instantly recognized her from one of your statistics gen-ed classes, and you both picked up small talk, before walking to a quieter corner of the room. You talked all night, before exchanging numbers and continuing your conversations over the span of the remaining semester. You were amazed at how she always came to you with the most doe eyed, expectant expressions on her face, she was never sad to be around you, and vice versa. You both soon realized that you were each others calm, and could talk to each other with no expectations, no judgement, and a mutual respect that made everyone around you envious. Many of your friends became jealous of how easily she fit into your life. But you shrugged it off. You enjoyed her company. Only one of your fiends knew how you really felt- your best guy friend, Jason. He knew that your feelings were a little bit deeper than ‘best friends’, that you really wanted to be with Liz, but he respected that you didn’t want to ruin your friendship over feelings you were certain weren’t reciprocated. 

As time went on, you both grew insanely close, and one fateful night you have both been at a party celebrating graduation, and you both were more than intoxicated. You were most definitely the more shy of the two, but given a healthy dose of liquid courage you were known to be a totally different person. You both had woken up in your apartment, sharing the bed naked. You both agreed at that moment that nothing had happened, but deep down, you knew that it wasn’t a ‘nothing’  kind of thing that had happened. But, against your better judgement, you told yourself to push your feelings down, ignore what had happened that night, and continue the relationship as it was. You watched her date guy after guy, further convincing yourself that she will never see you as more than a friend. You began drinking a little bit more, blaming your college years on building your tolerance and not knowing what to do with your new found time after graduating. Liz had moved back to California, jumping right into the acting business, and having her career pick up almost immediately. You were happy for her, you were. You just wished that she could also be happy with you. In the time that you had gotten to know her, she had introduced you to her family. They were hesitant to let you in at first, but knowing how the media had treated her family, particularly the twins, it was understandable. 

Over time, you had won over her family, and they accepted you as one of their own. Now that Liz was all over, you often spent time with Mary Kate or Ashley while you were in New York. They could see right through the facade you put on whenever the younger Olsen was around, and knew about your feelings towards her. Every breakup, they would encourage you to say something- you would refuse, not wanting to be a rebound, wanting her to feel better first, and not wanting to jeopardize the relationship you had built. Inevitably, she would find someone almost immediately after, dispelling the “rebound recovery” theory right away, but you continued to support her as time went on. 

What you had no idea of, however, was the late night conversations the blonde had with her older sisters, asking them why you didn’t like her the way she wanted, and why you had never capitalized on her failed relationships, swooping in the way she wanted you to, and finally asking you to be together. The day you started to date your now ex-wife, the scowl on her face was priceless. You made fun of her so much, mocking how jealous she was, without really truly realizing how she was, in fact, jealous. When you told her that you were getting married, she told you that it was a bad idea, but wouldn’t stop you. Everyone told you that it was a bad idea, but you ignored the warnings for the sheer desire and contentment you had to have someone, for once, to wake up to in the morning. You never once told your wife about your feelings for Liz, you didn’t dare to. You knew that would be the end of your friendship, and that would defeat the purpose of not saying anything. But- your subconscious had better ideas. Allegedly, your wife had found the diary you had written all your feelings in, the diary your therapist had advised you to start, and in that diary were your admitted feelings for your best friend, written in your hand, in blue and black ink. That coupled with you moaning her name in your sleep for a week straight, led to a confrontation about your feelings for the blonde. 

When she gave you the inevitable ultimatum, “It’s me or her,” you chose her, not your wife- arguing that it was a 10 year friendship that can’t just be tossed aside for some ‘teenage feelings’. That’s what has led you to this point. Sitting on your toilet in your single bedroom apartment, thinking over the last year. Lizzie only knows of what you told her- that you were getting a divorce because Lauren, the other blonde in your life, your ex-wife, had been downplaying your dream to start a custom car building shop, and told you to pick a more “conventional” career. It wasn’t wrong- your wife hated the career path you had chosen. The times you would come home covered in car filth, grease, and smelling like paint thinner were too much for her. Despite it being your true passion, she never really supported it. The first time you had built a car out of a friends garage, and entered it into a prestigious regional car show, she didn’t even go with you to showcase the build. But Lizzie did. She was so proud of the moment you won Best in Show, and took you out celebrating afterwards. 

After winning that show, you began receiving more and more requests for builds. This warranted you finally opening your dream shop. Liz and her family were proud of the progress you had made, and even helped you front the cost of a tiny shop in a small town upstate, giving you the space you needed to create your dream cars. Today, you received the finalization paperwork for your divorce from the greedy she-devil, as she was now called amongst your friends and family. She made sure to take everything she could from you in an act of spite- causing you to loose the small garage upstate, along with all the equipment, just so you could afford to find a place to put a roof over your head. You were also opening a new, larger shop. You had been working 2 jobs and saving all the money you could to pay for all the equipment and the space you needed, and today is the day you were supposed to open it to the world, with the unveiling of your latest build. 

“Y/N/N, you know I will always be there. When your new shop opens, I swear I will be there for you. That was your dream, that’s what you went to school for. I remember the nights we would sit and bullshit, and we would talk about our dreams. You have been nothing but amazing, and supportive of me living mine- it’s only right for me to do the same.” Lizzie rubbed your shoulder, reassuring you before she flew out for Hong Kong for filming. 

In all your talks in college, she had never really alluded to a dream car, necessarily. But she always referred to a car that had been in her family, that an uncle had sold, despite the family not wanting the car to leave the family. You had searched, and found such a car like she described, but it had been in rough condition. Knowing there was no way keep it original, you found a way to combine the car for what it was for the family, into something that Lizzie would drive. Or so you hoped. You converted the car to a hybrid electric system, as the engine had been completely seized form years of sitting. No one knew of what you built, but you invited the whole family to the opening, with the intention of unveiling this car to them, and giving it to Liz. But now, she can’t be there. 

“Lizzieeeeeeeee, you said you would be there for me. I can’t do this without you!” You groaned at the computer screen, currently on a video call with your best friend. You slammed your head to the table next to the computer, shaking the screen, and making the blonde laugh in response. 

“I know, hun. I have literally tried everything short of saying my entire family died to be able to take a small break to fly back. They are adamant on me doing these reshoots now, they can’t wait.” You groaned again, leaning back in the chair and letting your head fall completely backwards. You were honestly having a teenage tantrum. 

“Fine, Liz. You’re lucky I love you. But you owe me.” You fire back, ignoring the pang in your heart, and the desire to tell her you really, truly love her. 

“I know, Y/N. I love you, and I am so sorry I can’t be there for you this time. I hope I can make it up to you.”

You started the shower, finally willing yourself to get cleaned up and ready for the night. You had been at the shop, putting the finishing touches on the surprise for the night, ensuring that it was perfect. Once you were satisfied that you were clean enough, and had washed away enough tension to continue, you stepped out of your small shower, staring yourself down in the mirror. You were a ragged version of yourself, the stress of the divorce and the shop closing and reopening taking its toll. The video calls with Liz were few and far between, and you always sat in a darker room, so she wouldn’t worry about your now slim frame. You had honestly just quit drinking, and began working out, so you were now extremely toned in comparison to a year ago, but you were also a shocking 70 lbs. lighter, and you looked like a zombie due to the lack of sleep. The twins gave you a full ration of shit, telling you that they needed to make up for the younger sibling not being here to do it herself. If Lizzie saw you, you’re not sure what she would say. She had commented that your face looked weird, but hadn’t seen you entirely to know the extent of the last years dramatics and their toll on you. 

Dressing yourself in a tight fitting black button up Dickies shirt, rolling up the sleeves for your now tattooed arms to show, and a pair of dark blue jeans, ruffling your hair and applying your choice cologne, you deemed yourself as ready as you could be for the night. You made sure to pick a place where you didn’t live far from the shop, so you could easily walk to work. Tonight, however, you decided to slip on your helmet and ride the motorcycle everyone chastised you for. Wedging your aviator sunglasses in between your helmet and their respective position on your ears, you fired the bike up, and took off down the street. You bobbed in and out of the traffic that was present, pulling into the large warehouse parking lot, noticing that a few people had already shown up to help set up. 

You pulled the motorbike around back, and set the helmet on your handle bars, tousling your hair in the mirror of the bike, before using your keycard to walk into the back door of the shop. You don’t know how you had been so lucky, but the demand from your first car show has left you with an almost full shop of projects, not shortage of work in the foreseeable future. You were beyond grateful, but wished your best friend was here to see this. You see some tables set up at the far end of the shop, and a little soapbox type stage, you had requested this be built into the shop because you wanted an excuse to play music on random occasions and didn’t want the hassle of dealing with a bar. You were glad you had decided to cover the gift car, since the twins were both running around, setting up the food and drinks they had brought with them. 

“Y/N!” Ashley had now noticed your arrival, running over and jumping onto you, hugging you tightly. “I am so damn proud of you. This place is amazing, even though it is…nerdy.” She scrunched her face, she never understood the passion you held in cars, but never held it against you.

“Thanks, Ash. I can’t believe this is really happening.” You respond, kicking your feet on the concrete floor, looking down at your feet. 

“Oh, you best believe it, Y/N/N. We’re so proud of you, hun.” Your moms voice came from behind you, and you quickly turned on your heel, hugging her tightly. 

“Thanks, ma. I love you.” You whisper, before letting her go to mill around and see the projects you have to work on. Guests slowly started to filter in, some of the owners of the cars now being housed in your garage coming up and congratulating you, and inspecting different aspects of the shop, curiosity overtaking them to see where their dream cars will be built. The dull thrum of music came through the shops speakers, and you made sure to thank everyone that came through the door for coming by. You held out a glimmer of hope that one particular blonde would show up, albeit fashionably late, but she never did.

“I see you keep watching the door, Y/N.” MK bumped your arm, as you were staring out from the loft above the shop, observing the 100 or so people below milling around, talking animatedly about their projects. Your dull expression on a night that should be one of your happiest, she frowned at the lack of excitement on your face. 

“I miss her, MK. I wish she was here with us. It’s been almost a year.” You responded, swirling the drink in your hand, allowing your gaze to get lost in the swirl of amber alcohol within it. This was the first taste of any alcohol you had in months, so you decided to treat yourself.

“I know, we all do. But I know that this has been rough not having her here through everything you’ve been through the last year.” Her hand came to rest on your shoulder, gently rubbing it, calming you slightly. 

“Yeah, it’s been challenging, to say the least.”

“Y/N?” MK asked, turning her back to walk to one of the leather arm chairs in your new office. She straddled the arm, sitting on it and staring right through you. 

“Hmm?” You turned around, setting the glass on the railing as you gripped the railing behind you, leaning against it.

“Tell her. When you see her next. Put yourself out of the misery, and tell her how you feel.” Your eyes widened at her request, rather- demand. 

“I can’t, MK. You know that. She’s never going to see me the way I see her, and I can’t loose her as a friend.” She nodded, looking down at her ring clad hands that are resting in her lap. 

“Y/N. I can’t tell you how she will react, but I promise you, that you mean too much to her for her to let you go. You won’t loose her, Y/N. But you’ve got to tell her. You’ve been given a second chance here. Take it.” With that, she stood, grabbing the glass of club soda next to her, and walking back downstairs. You stalked over to your desk, sitting yourself down in your chair, and spinning around to the wall of photos behind your desk.

You found yourself getting lost in the stories behind each snapshot on the wall, replaying the visions that came with them. You weren’t sure how long you had been there, reliving the memories on the wall behind your desk, but a gentle hand on your shoulder quickly brought you out of your trance, making you jump slightly. 

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying everyones company, Y/N? I believe they call it, ‘business networking?’ ” A familiar tone came from behind you, and you flew out of your chair, throwing yourself in the direction of the voice you had craved to hear all night. 

“You said you couldn’t come tonight. I thought you were still in Hong Kong.” You whispered into her neck, not letting her go for fear she would suddenly disappear. “I missed you, Lizzie.”

“I missed you more, Y/N. I promised I wouldn’t miss this. But I wanted to surprise you.” She smiled as you pulled away finally baring yourself to your best friend, who had been absent from your present life for the last year. She was dressed in a simple black tee, blue jeans and sneakers- but to you, the simplest of outfits on her made her look stunning. She gave you a once over, frowning at your current state. “My god, Y/N, you don’t look well. You’re skin and bone compared to when I saw you last.”

“Uhm, yeah, but I’m ok.. I lost 70 lbs. Between the stress of the divorce, and building this place, handling all the upcoming work, and building the project down there, I haven’t really been myself, Liz. Especially not without my bestie around.” You showed her a small smile, nudging her arm. She frowned slightly at your admission, shaking her head. “The only thing that kept me going was… that project.” You hesitated, wanting to disclose that the true reason you kept going was her. 

“Y/N, you have to take care of yourself.” She stepped closer to you again, grabbing your arm, rubbing it up and down, calming you instantly. Her viridescent eyes looked straight into yours, and you honestly found yourself getting lost in the seas before you. “Am I going to have to tote you around with me, take you everywhere I go so I can make sure you’re ok?” She laughed, lightly slapping your arm.

“Actually…” you smirk, laughing as her jaw drops and she hits you harder on the arm. 

“Ass!” She laughs, grabbing you arm and pulling you back in for a hug. 

“Well, Liz…you’re just in time for me to go down and show everyone my extra special secret project.”

Her eyebrow raised, and you swore that you could’ve died just then. “Extra special secret project? Are you 12?” She chuckled, shaking her head. 

“Wha? No!!” You looked at her, incredulous that she would say that to you. Her face dropped at your panic, and you smiled her way, earning an eye roll from her. “Its special because of who it reminds me of, and who it’s for.”

“You built it for someone?!” Now it was her turn to look dumbfounded. “Who? Is it a secret client?” She emphasized the secret part, jumping up and down while clapping her hands together. She looked over the half wall to the crowd milling below. “It’s them, it’s totally them. I know it.” She pointed at someone in the people on the lower level. You laughed, approaching her and sliding your hand over her lower back, leaning against the wall and observing everyone happily chatting and enjoying the food and drink. 

“I can assure you, it isn’t them. But to say that this person is my first client would be true. I’ve wanted to build this for them for a while now. For all that they did for me.” She turned in to look at you, and you watched the glint in her eyes. You swore that you saw something in her eyes, as she opened her mouth like she was going to say something. She quickly shut her mouth, and looked back to the group of people beneath you. You grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. You led her down the stairs, your hands still linked. When the twins caught sight of this, they both smirked your way, but you shook your head. The frown that overtook MK’s face was deep, as she set her face in a deep scowl. You mouthed “not now,” getting her to relax slightly before you pushed their younger sister over to them. 

Approaching the small stage in the corner of the room, the roar in the room started to soften as the occupants noticed you approaching the microphone stand. 

“Good Evening everyone,” you remove the mic from the stand, pushing the stand out of your personal bubble. There is a muffled response from everyone who has now turned to face you. Your eyes scanned the room, finding that the people who meant the most were all in a row together, at the back of the crowd. Lizzie was sandwiched in between her sisters, with Dave and Jarnie standing behind the twins. Your mom was next, with your dad standing with his arm around her shoulder. Some of your friends from college, from technical school and beyond. “I want to thank everyone for coming out here tonight, some of you came from out of state, and it means a lot to me that you could make it.” You lock your eyes on Lizzie, sending her a wink abhor moving on, walking around the small stage. 

“This has been a long time coming, opening up a dream business that I have been passionate about since I was young. Building cars has been a passion of mine since elementary school. I hope that this passion continues to show in the work that is driven out of those doors.” You motion, pointing at the garage doors by the unveiling area you had designed in the shop. You continue to dive into the passion and the reasoning behind this decision to open a shop like this, as well as thanking the people who helped to get you to where you are now. “Now, as you can see, there are plenty of cars in here to occupy my time for a while, and I am sure in everyones chatting tonight that you all have realized that the majority of the owners of these cars are here tonight…” you gesture out to the racks of cars that were in various stages of being worked on. “… and I would like to thank each and every owner for trusting me with these projects, and having the faith in me to put their dreams forth and turn these cars into a reality.” You walked down off the stage, as everyone claps. 

“Now, the project that has been occupying my time of late, the vehicle that will christen this shop as the first vehicle to leave that rollup door, is a special vehicle to someone who has proved to be very important to me, and whose family has welcomed me as one of their own.” You look up, noticing the reaction of the family you were speaking of. “You may be asking, Y/N, what about your parents? They’re here too. Well, the answer is simple. Ive built those cars in thanks already. Those cars are the reason I have a client base now.” You gesture towards the trio of cars that were built for your parents. “This car, is for my ‘adopted’ family. I found out about this car, in my multiple late night discussions with that young lady, over there.” You point in Lizzies direction, and the rooms attention shifts towards the Olsen family. “This woman has become one of my absolute best friends, after meeting her in business school at NYU. For the last ten years, she has been with me through absolutely everything.” She blushed and scrunched her nose, as you waved her up to you. 

“This is the car I saw in so many family photos, and heard stories of driving around with their grandpa and dad before it needed to be sold. It reminds me so much of the story of that vehicle over there, and how I felt when it disappeared outside of the family.” You pointed at the same 1955 Chevy that was your grandfathers, that was sold and broke your family’s collective heart. When you were able to track down the same vehicle, you fixed it, and surprised your parents by driving up to their house in it. Your mom was in tears, it was her fathers car, his baby from the time he bought it when she was in middle school. The significance of it, being that is was the same year her oldest sibling was born. Your grandfathers first child. SO when it left the family, it was truly heartbreaking. 

“Loosing that 55 was difficult on the family, because it becomes a family member. So saying that I understood how hard it was for this family to loose a family member, is an understatement.” You walk over to the vehicle, inviting the rest of the Olsens up to stand behind it. “None of them knew about this build, till now.” You turn and smile, taking in the shocked faces of the family, noticing the mixed emotions of what may lay below the satin sheet. “Now, I did take some liberty here, and designed it for a changing world. I designed it knowing the things that are important to the person I wanted to gift this to.” You smile, looking over at the blonde beside you. The look on her face was one of astonishment. “It may seem sacrilegious for some, but the condition I found this vehicle in, I couldn’t save the powertrain. So, considering how hard it is to find an original powertrain for this car, I did what I felt was best. I made it more powerful, but better for the environment. I was able to make this vehicle a hybrid.” You gesture, walking over to a corner of the sheet, waving Lizzie to follow. She looked over the vehicle before looking at you with tears in her eyes. You handed her the corner of the fabric, and told her to pull it towards the corner. She nodded, wiping the tears away that had fallen, before she pulled the fabric off the car, revealing a black 1961 Ferrari Spyder. She immediately dropped the fabric, covering her mouth as she cried seeing the vehicle that she spoke so emphatically about. The twins, Jarnie and Dave all crying, as the vehicle, like the old Chevy to your mom, was her dads car growing up. 

The room began to mill around, looking at the vehicle, as you lifted the hood to reveal a hybrid electric power plant, and Lizzie came up and wrapped her arms around you from behind. 

“Why?” She whispered, causing goosebumps to erupt across your body. “You didn’t need to do this, you know.”

“You deserve it. Your family, they deserve it too. You’ve been there for me, more than anyone ever has. So many times you pulled me from a dark place, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that, because had you not been there, I would not be here today.” Your eyes get misty as you pull her away towards a farther corner of the room. 

“What do you mean, Y/N?” She asks, not fully understanding the depth of what needs to be said. 

“I’ll tell you later. First, I want you and your dad to go take a ride in your new old car.” You say, smiling as you hand her the keys. 

“Y/N, you can’t be serious. You built it for me? This, this is mine?” Her hand was shaking as she reached for the keys. 

“Yes. Yes it is.” You shook your head, slipping the keys into her hand. 

“But, wha…what about mom and dad?” She asked, gesturing towards them, as they looked over the vehicle, Jarnie sitting in the passenger seat. 

“I already asked them, they agree. This is your car.” She whipped her head in your direction at the admission. 

“They knew about this?”

“Not to the extent that I did, but they knew I bought your grandpas car back. I had to ask them for the records to the car to find it.”

“You sneaky fucking shit,” she laughed at you, smacking your chest. 

“Go, enjoy it. We can talk when you get back,” you smile at her, before she went running over and hugging her mom and dad. You smiled at the interaction between the three. 

“You did good, hun.” Your mom says, coming up and hugging you. “It’s a beautiful car.”

“Thanks, ma. I appreciate it.” You smile, hugging her tight. 

“Now, Y/N… when are you going to tell the poor girl how you feel?” It was your turn to look absolutely stunned. “Y/N, honey, I know how you feel about her. It’s obvious. I may not have accepted the fact that you were gay at first, but I know you better than anyone. You and her, you’re crazy about each other, and you both keep running around it, and avoiding it. Tell Liz how you feel. She feels the same way.”

“Ma, I know. What is this, gang up on Y/N day? MK said the same thing to me not even 2 hours ago.”

“Because it’s true, Y/N. Don’t be stupid, look where that got you with your last relationship.” She scolded, before walking away. You stood there stunned at what your mother had just told you. You knew that she didn’t like your now ex-wife. You just thought that was in part to her not agreeing with you being gay. But it wasn’t. She just hated your ex. You let out a deep sigh, jumping when a hand lands on your shoulder. 

“What was that about?” MK asked, raising her eyebrow like she really knew the answer. 

“You two are teaming up on me. I swear.” You grumble. 

“Because we care? And because we know. Believe me, I know Lizzie better than anyone.”

“What does that even mean??” You groan. 

“Y/N, don’t be dense. Just wo-man up and say it.” You grimace at the statement. 

“Ew. Don’t ever say wo-man up ever, ever again.” She laughs before walking away, just as the black convertible pulls back into the garage. Lizzie is grinning from ear to ear, and her dad is too. 

“This isn’t what we had anticipated when you asked for information about the car, Y/N/N.” Jarnie slid in next to you, still staring at the car on the other end of the shop. “We thought you were going to leave it as-is. This is better than we all had imagined. They look so happy.” She smiled, taking in the sight of the three girls and their dad around the car. 

“It was your dads car, what do you think?” You ask, nudging the eldest Olsen. 

“It’s perfect, Y/N. Especially for Liz.” You turn and give the woman a hug, before she walks over to where the twins stood. You decide to let them look everything over, and dismiss yourself through the crowd, shanking hands and briefly speaking with those who stopped you on the way upstairs to your office. With how the last year has been, you find yourself reflecting by yourself more often. You see some people begin to filter their way out, at this point the party had been going on for roughly 4 hours. You again found yourself behind your desk, staring into space, not noticing the new presence in the room. 

“I was told you needed to speak to me.” The voice of your best friend rang out from behind you. 

“You were told, huh?” You smile, turning in your chair to face your best friend, who sat herself down in the chair across from you, the desk now in between. 

“More like, directed to come up here by your mom, my mom and my sisters.” She said, laughing. You rolled  your eyes at their insistence. 

“Of course, they’re seriously annoying me tonight.”

“Oh? How come?”

“It’s nothing, Liz.” She shook her head in response. 

“What were you talking about earlier, Y/N? When you said you wouldn’t be here?”

“What I meant, was that you were what kept me going, Liz.” You let out a deep sigh, shifting your gaze to the floor beside the actress. “I was so close, so many times, to calling it quits. You always had a way of pulling me out of it. Sometimes I would get your text in the middle of my meltdown, or a phone call because you just wanted to catch up.” You laugh a watery laugh. “The last time we spoke on the phone, you had called at one of the worst times for me.” Her face shifted to one of confusion and concern.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember the last phone call, not video call, we had?”

“Yeah, you told me in that call that you and she-devil were getting a divorce. I tried to video call you instead but you kept declining it.”

“Yeah. I kept declining it because I was on the edge, Liz. I didn’t want you to see me like that. But you called without knowing something was going on. And hearing your voice, made me picture you. You saved me that night. Otherwise the next time you saw me, it would have been in a casket.” She stood, moving towards you and kneeling before you in your chair. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N? I had no idea…” she trailed off. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, sniffling at the admission. 

“Because Liz, I didn’t want to be a burden. I knew if you found out, you would up and leave what you were doing. I didn’t want to be that friend, that made you leave a movie that you had been so happy about landing.”

“Y/N, I would have left because you mean the world to me. I would have rather left than finding out you killed yourself and never got the chance to k… see you again.” She stumbled over the last bit of the sentence, catching your attention. 

“Lizzie,” you took her hands, spinning the ring on her pointer finger in your hand. “I do need to tell you something.”

“Ok. But only if I can tell you something afterwards.” You shake your head, acknowledging her request. Taking a deep breath, you push back from her, afraid to see the reaction she has to you. Standing, you walk away, closing the door to the office, and pushing the button by your light switch for the blinds to come down. You pace back and forth, before settling on a spot, and turning to look at your best friend. She was now standing behind your desk, with her arms crossed, a concerned look strewn across her features. 

“Lizzie,” you start, your heart beat seemingly pounding louder and louder. “You’re one of the best people in my life, and you quickly became one of the most important to me. No matter what you think, I can’t loose you, as a friend…” you start as she shifts her weight from one leg to another. “But, I need to tell you, that I love you. Not just as my best friend, not just as a person. I really truly love you.” You say, your eyes darting over to gauge her reaction. Her face remained stoic, she was certainly giving you her best Wanda expression. She ran her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath, before looking down. You began to panic, unsure of how she was reacting. 

“Y/N,” she started, her voice smaller than normal. She suddenly surged forwards, wrapping her arms behind your neck. “I love you too. I have, for a while.” She responded, as your face went from sullen and distant to hopeful. She leaned in, ghosting her lips against yours. “But I want you to make the first move.” She smirked, pulling away ever so slightly to look into your eyes. You looked for any sense or indication of being hesitant, finding none. Bringing your hand up to grab her behind her head, you pull her towards you, placing your other hand on the small of her back, and flushing her body against yours. Lowering your head, you press your lips against hers, sealing your confessions in a slow kiss. You both continued, slowly, passionately, before you separated and rested your foreheads against each others. 

“How long, Liz?” You asked, grabbing hold of her hands, playing with her fingers. 

“A month after we met, I knew something was different. But I was also scared of my feelings, scared of my parents, and how everyone may react. But watching you marry Lauren, that was one of the most difficult nights of my life. At that point I thought that I had lost you, and I was never going to forgive myself. I knew that after the night we woke up together in the same bed, I should have told you how I felt. Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have driven you to someone else.”

“Liz, you didn’t though. I should have said something sooner. I didn’t want to loose you.”

“You have the chance now, Y/N. Don’t loose me now.” She responds, before you crash your lips to hers in a much more sloppy, heated kiss. You quickly took over, directing all the passion and emotion into the kiss, pushing her smaller frame against your desk. You feel her smile into the kiss, biting your lip before pulling away. “You have no idea how long I have waited for that, Y/N.” 

You smiled, pulling her in for a tight hug, nestling your face into the crook of her neck, her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, fingers laced in your hair. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Liz.”

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[pommunist]

I don't wanna say this under my own name because I'm friends with too many Quackity fans, but god, everything about his actions just makes me think that what he cares about is just avoiding legal trouble and protecting his own public image

And maybe also about his friends to be fair

(I mean to his credit, I don't think he cares about money either)

He says he's doing all this for the viewers, but I guess that doesn't include the viewers who care about the French streamers or the French characters

And I don't see any hint of him genuinely caring about the workers. This is not how you treat someone you care about. He keeps implying that he can't talk to anyone because of "leaks" but what the fuck could be so bad about the "leaks" that it justifies this kind of disrespect? Why is this secrecy more important than the needs of the workers?

Nobody's asking him to reveal his biggest secrets to the workers, everyone is just asking for him to TALK to them at least, and hearing them out

He also says he can't talk because he doesn't want to make false promises, then just say that! Again, nobody asked him to promise them a job in the future, we just want him to be honest and respectful! Just tell them directly that you don't know yet and listen to their thoughts on the situation! Ask them how you can alleviate the inconvenience if it's within your means! Just talk to them like they're fellow adults who are capable of having a reasonable conversation! Because they are!

The union mentioned that some of the workers had basically been told by management that they should be grateful to be allowed to work for Quackity Studios and ngl, I wonder if this is not only the view of higher management but of Quackity himself too. That's the question I keep asking myself and not daring to say out loud: does he see the lower level workers as just fans who should be happy they were even allowed to participate at all?

- 🐧

First I never mind anonymous asks so no problem dont worry !

Second I tbh don’t want to assume what Q true intentions really are because heavy speculation isn’t productive and can lead to more stress in general. However I think that we can agree that he isn’t doing it all for the money, given that we’ve always known QSMP was never and problably even supposed to be a profitable thing (just the hosting and translation costs alone point to this).

That said, I do agree that everything that has been done up to this point and since Lea started to reveal things seems to be more damage control and trying to avoid legal issues than actually trying to be fair to the workers. This isn’t even speculation if you consider the sudden firing of Twitter admins and the silent towards all the other admins.

Obviously, when you’re a company or an individual you wanna avoid a lawsuit at all cost. It is a logical business move, morally I don’t agree with that mindset ofc, and I also feel like it’s a misunderstanding of the intentions of most of the admins.

I don’t know any of them personally but none of them, so far, have publicly said they wanted to take the legal route or even sue Qstudios. In fact, most if not all of them have expressed their love of the project and wished for it to continue with better working conditions. Some admins also said they didn’t care about getting paid, that volunteer work was fine if they had done it without the stress and pressure. Side note if it ever comes out that some admins want to take the legal route to make their rights be recognised and be compensated then my full support to them.

As if he is doing all this for preserving his image (i say IF) then what a terrible job he’s doing. I hope I’m making very clear that QSMP and Q’s image with french speakers fans (and non fans, and other French Ccs) is in literal ruins.

Also I feel like there was a genuine wish to add different cultures, I’m talking specifically about the French and BRs here, but an underestimating of the work it takes to actually merge people from different backgrounds and that it goes beyond just putting CCs from all over the world on minecraft with a translator. The fact that there was no FR, PT or KR speaking upper admin at all in the team baffles me to this day.

Worst thing is that we probably only know like a fraction of the overwork, miscommunication and intimidation that went on behind the scenes. Heart aches for all of those who went through it. All the love to them ♥️

#qsmp discourse #quackity crit #asks

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Sky’s Selflessness is His Isolation

I’ve seen a number of people notice this too, but the overwhelming feeling I felt whilst watching episode 9 was Sky’s isolation. Sky’s friends don’t know what he is going through, and Sky doesn’t disclose the reality and severity of his struggles. It couldn’t be more apparent that Sky does not have anyone to lean on. Given the added fact that Rain is now often occupied with Payu, and that both his parents are also far away, Sky is by all intents and purposes - alone.

Despite this, he’s an incredibly considerate and selfless person. He puts everyone else before himself, and his responsibilities above himself. This inevitably leads to his exhaustion and collapse towards the end of the episode.

Due to how reliable of a person Sky is, everyone unconsciously leans on him for help, advice and support. Sometimes I think they do this without even thinking, because Sky always accommodates. The worst side effect of this is that you can easily be taken for granted - because the more reliable you are, the more people will rely on you, and the more difficult it becomes to say no.

When Sky is already starting to feel unwell, Sig admits that they do need his help with the orientation activities. This is the worst possible thing to say to someone who is always trying to be considerate of others, as they won’t want to let anyone down and will compromise their own wellbeing to help you. So in response Sky assures them he’ll get better, and has probably told himself that falling ill is not even an option because the others are relying on him.

Later, they all gather at Sky’s dorm to pull an all-nighter but fall asleep. Sky is the only one who continues working through the night alone. Though he has the option to wake them up, he chooses not to and allows them to rest.

The following morning, Sky is again the only one ready to head into university. Though Sig offers to go on first, he again admits that he won’t remember all the content by himself. So apart from Sig, Sky once again leaves Rain and Por to continue sleeping.

As soon as they get to campus, Som confronts Sky with a fairly harsh complaint. Sky doesn’t defend himself or make any attempt to correct him. He simply accepts the criticism wordlessly. At this point, Sky has probably been working solidly for almost a week (as this takes place whilst Prapai is on his business trip), has not slept all night and has gotten up early to continue his duties. All the while, Sky doesn’t ever complain and is quietly internalising all his stress.

When you then also factor in the fact that Sky is being frequently plagued by nightmares which must be affecting his sleep overall, and is still suffering from severe trauma - there is no wonder that Sky literally collapses from the strain.

Sky constantly downplays his troubles and his pain, so that he doesn’t cause anyone to worry. But this is also in an attempt to convince himself he’s doing fine. We see Sky frequently tell himself “It’s okay” which sounds like he’s desperately trying to believe it, despite all the signs indicating he’s clearly not.

Whenever Sky says “It’s okay”, it’s sounds to me like he’s actually saying, ‘It’s okay because I need to be okay (for x, y, z)’, ‘I can’t afford not to be okay because people need me’.

What is really unfortunate is that many will take him on face value and assume he is coping perfectly fine. And I don’t doubt that if Sky were honest and told people when he was struggling, I’m sure they would be there for him (Rain especially). However this is where Prapai is different. Prapai sees through him. Prapai knows Sky is not alright when he says he is. He’s not likely to fall for Sky’s assurances and attempts to brush off concern. Prapai is also very persistent, and isn’t the type to let things just slide.

Sky just isn’t someone who is going to think about himself first. His needs are often an afterthought. This is why Sky desperately needs a Prapai in his life. Someone who is going to consider his needs for him, and remind him to prioritise himself. With Prapai watching over him, Sky will no longer be completely isolated, because he’ll have someone he can finally lean and rely on. 

As Prapai says, “Remember that this wind’s watching over the sky.”

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #LITA analysis #LITA meta #prapaisky #love sky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #how sky is able to still be so resilient and so selfless is honestly an absolute wonder #he's the best boy for so many reasons #love in the air episode 9

[deusexlachina]

Antisocial DAO Finale: Branka oversells her product while Morrigan sleeps with an old man who tried to kill her because he is less repellent than me

Alistair is outraged that I made Loghain submit to the taint, because submitting yourself to the taint is an honour, and making it a punishment cheapens it. He tells me that Duncan would be rolling in his grave, which is probably true if his closest apprentice is saying we shouldn't make more Grey Wardens because it does matter where they come from and being a Grey Warden is an awesome privilege, pretty much the opposite of Duncan's party line.

But why should he complain? He's the king, and has a beautiful fiance who can help him rule but also doesn't have the power to overrule him, and he has the kind of authority to do incredibly childish stunts like refuse to help save the world because now the Grey Warden club isn't cool. I nod along, not realizing this is sarcasm.

By the way, Thedas is a world where people are routinely enslaved, massacred, poisoned, lobotomized, eaten, or turned into one of several flavours hideous monster. I myself, Warden Mahariel, have lost my ancestral home and even my makeshift camp was forcibly displaced by human riots, shortly before I was inducted into the Grey Wardens because the artifacts of my people have been neglected so long they are now poisonous and gave me a terminal illness. This was why my Keeper agreed to let me be inducted into the Wardens, but Duncan himself stressed that he inducted me solely because I am a good fighter, the sole criterion for induction. Just. Putting all that out there, your Highness.

With All My Armies in Denerim, we confidently march to Redcliffe castle to prepare for open war with the darkspawn instead of doing the same thing in Denerim, which has been our base of operations for a while now. As we arrive in Redcliffe, we find that it is being massacred because All Our Armies are in Denerim and Redcliffe basically exists to be attacked.

I save Redcliffe from being destroyed for the second time this month (I think? Time isn't clearly tracked in this game) and then gather All My Armies in Redcliffe instead of Denerim, where, literal hours later, Warden Riordan says the darkspawn are attacking Denerim instead of Redcliffe.

Could we not have...split the army? At any point? I have five divisions. And, really, Branka's giving me a Tide of Steel Men. Surely that would be more than a match for Every Darkspawn That Ever There Was.

But Riordan has even worse news. The Archdemon is here, which means one of us...will die! He seems to think it's a shocking twist, really, that a soldier going into a pitched battle could die. A single Warden needing to die is apparently a trade secret even after hundreds of them died. People must not know!

This is especially ironic because he's telling Loghain nobody would sign up to become a Grey Warden if they knew they would have to sacrifice themselves, whereas Loghain signed up to become a Grey Warden for exactly that reason. Unfortunately for him, I'm not going to let him.

Morrigan reveals her own dark secret: all this time, she wanted to get nasty with a Grey Warden. Honestly, she could've just asked, at any point before this. She didn't even need to mention it would save your life. Has she seen how horny Alistair is? The man took literally no convincing to marry Anora. Unfortunately, he's too busy sulking that I made Loghain submit to the taint, and I'm a woman, so Morrigan's only choice is Loghain.

Pitying Morrigan for the prospect of a night with Loghain - I mean, her face says it all - I let her know, hey, actually, I'm trans, so if you don't want to see what Loghain does in the bedroom I can spare you. But Morrigan insists, plugging her nostrils, that There Is No Other Option but Loghain. She sends me out of her room immediately to go recruit him. I try to Persuade Loghain that this is a good idea but fail.

Given the choice between sleeping with a libertarian and the certainty of an agonizing death, he prefers the latter. I tell him his crimes are too great for him not to spend the rest of his life atoning. And also, Morrigan said she'd leave my party if she didn't get the demonbaby, and frankly, my social ineptitude and poor life choices have cost me enough party members, including two of my best. Morrigan is the only other mage, and the only dedicated healer, since all my mana is locked up in Every Single Buff. Do you really want to do the Battle of Denerim without a healer?

After seeing how few health poultices I have left, Loghain Does The Deed with Morrigan. Instead of sacrificing his life (and, without Morrigan, all of ours), he is sacrificing his dignity. That's what he told me, anyway. I'm starting to think he just didn't want to seem too eager to hump Morrigan, the least smelly remaining woman. Look at this slut of a man.

His Signature Scowl is replaced by a look of intrigue. This is the warmest face this man can muster. Really. Look at those eyebrows. Normally, they're pointed down in fury, but they're really pointing up. Rawr.

Morrigan stretches her neck to blow out a candle, and I mean stretches.

With The Deed Done, we march for Denerim. I put Sten in command of guarding the city gates to cut off reinforcements, partly because he has formal experience as a commander but also because, with my remaining party, it was him, Oghren, or the dog.

Branka finally figured out how to actually make robots, which she didn't know when she sent hundreds of people to die claiming the Anvil. Unfortunately, after advertising a Tide Of Steel Men, she only had time to make four. I guess a Quartet of Steel Men is less imposing, and could be mistaken for a band.

Nonetheless, four is quite a few, as they are every bit as broken as they were in Caridin's boss fight, shrugging off massive amounts of damage, ignoring most crowd control, and stunlocking darkspawn left and right. Honestly, seeing these things in action makes Branka look more sensible, which is pretty impressive since the very first thing she did when claiming the Anvil was let out a long, diabolical laugh.

With my Tide of (4) Steel Men, we quickly reach the Archdemon without a scratch in any of my other armies. Unfortunately, I die horribly in the fight. This is easy to deal with if you have a Spirit Healer, which I don't because Morrigan used her other specialization to be an Arcane Warrior and I left Wynne to clean up the Circle because she'd have left anyway because I defiled her holiest prophetess' ashes a little bit. There's a lesson here about consequences that I'm too dead to learn. Being the only Grey Warden still alive and not having a temper tantrum, Loghain jumps on the Archdemon's head, stabbing it through the brain.

For some reason, that wasn't the killing blow. I realize I'm not actually dead and then charge at the Archdemon, eager to steal this moment of glory from Loghain, the fucker. (I don't know what First Enchanter Irving is looking at).

Having saved Ferelden, I ask Queen Anora to give the Dalish our land back. She magnanimously agrees, possibly because she personally witnessed me slaughtering Ser Cauthrien and all her guards. So she grants me nobody's favourite land in Dragon Age: The Hinterlands. Ostagar, too, which is crawling with darkspawn. You are no friend of mine, human lord.

I then receive a congratulation from the other monarch, Alistair, who has fought by my side until the single most important battle and has gotten to know me deeply. He greets me as warmly as anyone else does.

I Killed The Archdemon. Well Done.

#antisocial dao

[bigskydreaming]

Like, I am very conscious of the aid people have given me and try not to ask any more than is absolutely necessary because I do not enjoy asking for charity like at ALL. But I am less than a year out from when I had a twenty thousand dollar (out of pocket) surgery to address a longterm disability caused by a gaybashing when I was nineteen and that flared up about seven years ago and caused constant, daily migraines, chronic pain and other issues that limited my ability to work while I spent the next six years doing literally everything I could to save up for that surgery while maintaining an expensive as fuck insurance plan that was the only option for getting the surgery DOWN to that ‘manageable’ price tag in the first place. Between that and the costs of just staying alive for those six years, even with e-begging and lots of help from people, I wiped out every cent of my savings and put myself in massive debt and tanked my credit as that was the literal only way I could afford that surgery and regain a decent quality of life. I STILL don’t even have fucking TEETH because every single one had to be pulled in order to do the surgery since to realign my jaw properly, I needed an even bite and after years of destroying my teeth every time I used one side of my face and one side only to do my best to chew and eat food, pulling every single one of my teeth and getting as-literally-cheap-as-possible-dentures instead of trying to repair my teeth first was quite literally the only real option without further dragging out the surgery timeline because I was basically bedridden by the time I actually did get it. After years without being able to work regularly, my ability to go back to my old careers are basically nil and I’ll have to start over from scratch - when I can even afford to - as in the meanwhile, my job options were limited by having a years out of date resume and pretty much all of my paycheck does go to managing my debt, trying to rebuild my credit, and basic cost of living while scrounging together pennies to try and save up now for the many bone graft surgeries I’ll need if I ever want to get teeth implants instead of relying on dentures for the next several decades. So yeah, I ask for help, mostly just when I don’t have money left over for food or the couple hundred dollars I spend monthly in meds because lmao, my various neurodivergencies don’t really help with all of that and I literally can’t afford to go off my meds or miss my regular schedule with them without risking everything I HAVE managed to pull together in terms of routine and income-generating ability.

So do I enjoy e-begging? Fuck no. Am I constantly trying to figure out better ways to supplement my income? Hell yeah. I’ve been trying to put together things like a patreon where people actually get something in exchange for money sent my way, for like, months and months but when I’m not working I’m fucking exhausted because grinding nonstop for six years through constant chronic pain and stress with zero days off will do that to a guy, and I haven’t exactly been able to kick back and enjoy myself even since the surgery. 

And I do my best not to put shit like that on my posts and just keep things to the bare minimum because not only do I not love dwelling on all that, I’m genuinely not trying to guilt people into anything or play the sympathy or pity card because when you used to pride yourself on being independent and self-reliant pretty much from the age of ten because your family taught you from an early age not to rely on anyone but yourself, it’d take even more therapy than I have now to actually be okay with the fact that I’d probably be dead by now without the kindness of internet strangers having helped me stay alive at times when I hadn’t eaten in days because I was busy keeping a roof over my head instead.

But sure, random internet anons - my little post about asking for $5 or $10 is an attempt to make people feel bad about getting blue checkmarks or their financials in general, as opposed to whatever that was.

#yes Im being defensive and self conscious because lmao Im defensive and self-conscious #I DO genuinely hate being in this position every time I do send that post around. i hate it more than I can ever express #it makes me feel like even with all ive done Im STILL fucking at the mercy of random douchebags from almost twenty #fucking years ago who enacted consequences on my life I'm still dealing with decades later #ITS NOT FUCKING FUN

[achitka]

Chapter 30: Perfectamente Imperfecta

Chapter 31 here

Summary:

Isabela wants something she thinks is no longer possible…makes for a long morning. I do not recommend self harm as a way of dealing with issues. Though I do understand why it happens. I say this as someone who once lived in a very dark world…It will get better. Might take longer than you want, but there's always light, even if it's one star a billion miles away.

Perfectamente Imperfecta

(Perfectly Imperfect)

Dolores finished her breakfast quickly and left the table to go to Mirabel’s room. She probably should have asked first, but Mirabel was busy looking after Paola and she did tell her mother what she was about, so Dolores hoped Mirabel wouldn’t mind. Keeping track of the people in the mountains was far more interesting to her and a better use of her time. In fact, she honestly thought this was the happiest she ever felt about having this magical ability.

After last night, Dolores noticed Casita had improved the map. More areas showed either rocks or trees. The larger group had halted near a previously unknown river. It made Dolores wonder how Doris and Inez had gotten the children across it. Dolores looked at the group of children, they were still pretty deep in the forested area and were nowhere near the place Camilo had returned to Casita from.

She was watching three separate sets of lights now. The larger group, which had been camped by the river, came into view just after breakfast. She had been watching for them since Antonio came to her to tell her Tina the owl had returned and said they took down the houses. She assumed that meant they’d broken camp and were on the move. She had managed to have Casita label the leader, whose head now floated near the front of a line of dimly glowing lights. She guessed there were a total of twenty-five. Fernando was easy enough to spot since he was by himself, and Casita labeled that light as well. He did not appear to be following the women, he was instead skirting the larger group. Doris and Inez had at least five additional children with them. Most were likely younger than Paola, since their heart rates were faster than hers. Only the women ever spoke. The children, aside from an occasional cough or whine, said nothing.

Dolores let out a squeak when she heard:

Isabela (Let me help.)

Mirabel (sigh)

Isabela (Our family, was given a miracle. Or more rightly, our Abuela was given a miracle. This was passed on to us…we were each given a magical Gift to help the people of our community. I can grow, literally anything.)

There was a popping sound and everyone else went silent

Mirabel (Are you trying to frighten her?)

Isabela (I do not think a small cactus is frightening… See it’s beautiful.)

Mirabel (Then why grow it under her nose?)

Isabela (Why not?)

Tiles clattered and Mirabel snapped (Stop it Casita. I don’t need any help.)

More angry tiles rattled, there was a pause then Mirabel (I’m sorry, Issa, I keep forgetting.)

After a short silence, someone got up. Isabela said (No, I shouldn’t have done that. I am sorry, Paola. I really did not mean to frighten you. Please accept this as part of my apology, it will match your pretty ribbon.) another short silence (I’m going up to my room to get ready for the meeting.)

Abuela said nothing during all of this, but her heart rate had gone up and though Isabela had sworn her to secrecy, Dolores was really concerned about her prima. That was why she told their Abuela the things Isabela had told her. Those scratches on her arms were showing up more and more frequently. Never too deep and at first, there were only a few, but by the end of last night and though she tried to hide them, even Antonio had noticed. He whispered his question to her when Issa had gone to the other side of the room when Abuela came in. She hoped she had reassured him, but the way he and Camilo were talking during breakfast made her wonder. It had also made her more aware of how stressed Isabela’s voice sounded.

Last night, when Mirabel was dealing with whatever had happened in her room, Issa seemed genuinely worried about Mirabel’s fear. Today she sounded like the old Issa, the one that was jealous of and pretended to dislike her little sister. Dolores wondered if that was what the real problem was. Isabela, Dolores knew, actually liked being the center of attention. It had been trained into her for almost twenty years. Now that their roles were switched and Mirabel was the focus, Isabela was not sure how or where she fit into things or even if she wanted to. Once Casita was finished, she confided, she planned to leave the Encanto and travel the world. Dolores had thought that would be wonderful and with Luisa planning to leave and become a vet, she needed someone to point her in some direction. But what she really needed was for their Abuela to apologize and accept her as she was.

Camilo appeared shortly thereafter but said nothing about the almost argument Issa and Mira had had. He said he was there to get a good look at the map. Like Mirabel, he poked at the floating heads and seemed surprised that he could not hear them. He was curious where he had actually been last night, and Casita did something neither were expecting. It recreated the route he took the night before. It appeared as a lightly glowing line, but thankfully this only took a few minutes, not the actual hours it took last night. While they watched, she asked if he was going to the meeting. He said no, since he did not feel he had completely recovered from his excursion the previous day. He left shortly thereafter to go eat second breakfast and start studying the books given to him by the headmaster at the school. It was weird, she thought, her bothersome little brother was going to be a teacher.

Dolores had had no specific requests either, or rather, no one really wanted her to be listening in on their conversations. If they did, it was mostly petty nonsense, so no loss there. Mariano was going to be at the meeting because his mother was on the council. He did promise to let her know if she should listen in. Sylvia Guzman, Dolores knew, wanted Mariano to take her place on the council one day. He was less than enthusiastic about that, but being a dutiful son, he went. Dolores thought he would actually be excellent at that, he was intelligent, charismatic and very well thought of. She had told him everything she knew about the mountain travelers while he was having breakfast with his mother. He tapped his fork on his plate twice, and Dolores stopped talking. They’d worked out that signal to let her know the other was listening to whomever was in front of them.

She was waiting somewhat impatiently for him to respond to his mother’s last question when she heard.

Tío Agustín (Mirabel, there’s something you need to know about Paola.)

Mirabel (Oh?)

Tía Julieta (Paola is a boy.)

Mirabel (What? But why would…)

Tía Julieta (I’m sure ‘she’ has her reasons, Corazón. They’ve clearly been through a lot, so I’m going to get the ‘girl’ clothes as she requested. If that is what it takes for her to be comfortable, then so be it.)

Tío Agustín (We just did not want you to find out in an awkward way.)

Dolores looked over at the label that Casita had assigned to Paola. It showed the smiling face of a little girl wearing a flower crown in her hair. Dolores hoped no one would make a big deal about it and she most certainly wasn’t going to mention it. There were others in town who did similar things, and she was thankful her Abuela had never asked her to listen for them. She knew about them, especially those that would pray so fervently to the Virgin for peace and for answers as to why they felt the way they did.

When she was younger, and less able to shut out voices, it always made her sad to the point that either her mother would take her with her to the fields and let the thunder roll or her father would take her out to the woods. Far enough away that she could relax. He was the one that built the little shed she’d taken Mariano to.

She recalled another that would dress as a man but her memories of him were few, but she recalled he was a small man with a thin mustache. He was good friends with her Tío Bruno and his name was Jorge Rodriguez. For almost thirty years Jorge lived alone at the edge of town and made the most beautiful women’s shoes in the Encanto. Even though this was considered women’s work, everyone had at least one pair of his shoes.

When he died, unexpectedly, and it was discovered they were not a man, it caused quite the uproar. Because of her Gift, she heard it all and the days that followed were just horrible for her as the more spiteful folks wanted to put him in a dress to be buried, as God intended. Others were somewhat kinder about it but seemed to hold the same opinion about the dress. And most said less than generous things about Jorge’s reasons for doing it. She learned a lot of words no eight-year-old should know. However, because Jorge Rodriguez had no family in the Encanto, her Tío asked Abuela if they could oversee the funeral arrangements. Abuela agreed but the folks who showed up to see how the body was dressed were disappointed to find her Abuela also insisted that the casket remained closed.

There were only a few other people in the church besides the Madrigals. Dolores was sitting with her family at the front of the church, and she heard Isabela ask Tío Bruno, “Do you think God will be mad at us for not letting the people say goodbye to him?”

Her Tío put an arm around her and said, “No. I don’t think most of those people outside came to say goodbye to Jorge. Considering they never had a kind thing to say about Señor Rodriguez when he was alive.”

“Oh…Tío why would they want to put Jorge in a dress?” Isa asked in a whisper and Tía Julieta, who sitting next to them rubbed her forehead.

Her Tío just said, “Just remember to always be yourself, don’t let anyone tell you different.”

People outside the church were gossiping up a storm and Dolores whimpered as she crawled into her father’s lap and pushed her head into his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat as he covered her other ear with his hand and began to hum. It filled her whole head as she relaxed and at some point, fell asleep.

Mariano (Dolores, mi vida)

Dolores started and looked at the town for Mariano’s light. It was no longer in his house but on the street in front of it.  She touched it lightly saying “Yes, Mariano?

Mariano (We are leaving for the meeting now.)

“Alright.”

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Isabela walked into her room and almost turned and walked back out. She examined all the scratches on her arm and frowned. She was finding it more and more difficult to control some aspects of her Gift. Or, more rightly, aspects of her anger. What happened during breakfast highlighted that major flaw to everyone in her family. The fact that she still wanted and needed her Abuela’s approval irked her, and she saw now she was yet again trying to use Mirabel to get it, and not in a good way. She thought she was past all that. Her Abuela’s non-reaction to it all, not only made her feel foolish, worse she had acted childish. She knew Mirabel really was the one best suited to take over for Abuela one day. Isabela did not want that job, in the same way she did not want to be tied to a man she did not love. Then why did she frighten a small child in an attempt to embarrass her sister? Why would Abuela want her to go early to that meeting? Mirabel was the one…Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a gentle tap on her door, and Luisa slipped in and closed it behind her. Isabela braced herself and turned toward her sister. But there was no anger in Luisa’s expression, just concern. This annoyed Isabela even more than the potential confrontation, and she snapped, “What do you want?”

Luisa did not respond, but her eyes flicked to the thorns as they made new scratches on her arms. Isabela belatedly tried to hide them behind her. She forced the thorns that had popped out to retract, and Luisa asked, “Are you okay, Issa? I’m sure I’m not the only one to notice those cuts.”

“Well, that’s nobody’s business but mine,” Isabela said flatly.

Luisa made no reply and in the past, this would have been enough for her sister to leave her be, but Luisa continued to stand there looking around. Isabela felt her jaw clench, and she said, “You still haven’t said what you wanted.”

 “I do not actually want anything, Issa. I’m just worried about you.”

Shortly after the breaking, they had moved from the church to Abuelo Joseph’s house. The three sisters shared a room and at first, it was weird. There was nowhere to hide or just be by yourself unless you left the house. Not wanting to deal with the townsfolk and their pity. They remained at the house when they were not working on Casita. They did at least have their own beds. This had led to many late night talks about what they wanted to do in the future. New things they wanted to try. Isabela even found a kindred spirit in her Abuela Valentina who encouraged her to learn all she could about the plants she was growing in her garden behind the house.

At Isabela’s insistence, the sisters also made a promise to one another to make sure they paid attention to how they were feeling. To not look away but try to help if they could. She glanced back at Luisa who was still looking around and Isabela realized she was picking a fight with her sister to try to push her away. Luisa, however, wasn’t budging, and Isabela closed her eyes as she let her arms drop to her sides. She sighed and said, “I’m fine really, just a little confused, I guess.”

“So, is this actual fine,” and Luisa paused and said, “or…Madrigal fine…”

Isabela gave a snort and frowned. Madrigal fine is what they’d taken to calling their state of mind before the breaking when they didn’t want to face a problem. She wanted to believe she’d done a good job of letting go of old habits, but she knew in her heart, she was still stuck. In a lot of ways, she was still unwilling to believe in herself or that she could ever be more than she was before the house fell. Often she would pretend to ignore Mirabel when their sister offered a suggestion on how she could improve whatever it was she was trying to work through.

“Ah, so, Madrigal fine,” Luisa said with a nod. “I know I’ve already said this Issa, but maybe you should try talking to her,” Luisa said this carefully, but Isabela knew who she meant. “She’s not the same as before, and I mean I did not think talking would make anything better either. I was wrong and since the magic’s come back you’ve been, well, there’s no good way to put this, you’re being downright mean to Abuela. I mean, I get it, but don’t you think you’re going a little overboard with that? And why start picking at Mirabel? I thought you wanted this for her. You said you were happy you weren’t required to be Señorita Perfecta anymore.” When Isabela still did not answer, Luisa idly kicked at the flagstones waiting, but then said in disbelief, “Oh Dios Mio…you are jealous.”

The conviction in Luisa’s voice made Isabela immediately snap back, “I most certainly am not! How can you even think that?” Isabela shouted as she threw up her hands in exasperation. A wall of vines erupted between them and Isabela cringed, she had not actually meant to do that. Still Luisa pushed them aside with no effort.

She stood in front of Isabela with her hands on her hips and said, “Really?” Her tone was calm and while she was a very patient person, eventually even she would get angry if you pushed hard enough. Now Luisa was waiting. Waiting for Isabela to repeat the lie. Her look was telling, and Isabela looked again at the thorns that were once again evident. Again, she forced them to retract, but was finding this harder to do with each incident.

Luisa noticed her struggle and her face softened, and she hugged her sister as she said, “We can talk about that later, and we will talk about that later.” Luisa let her go and after a brief awkward silence asked, “So, why do you think Abuela wants you to go to the meeting early?”

Isabela, grateful for the change of topic, replied, “Don’t know, the first I heard about it was when she asked me at breakfast. Maybe it was because she used to take me to those things…most boring thing she ever asked me to do.”

Luisa nodded, but from her expression she must have a few ideas, but instead asked, “Have you made any decisions about what jobs you’re going to take?”

“Probably all of them. Most of them are pretty simple flower arrangements. Nothing challenging, for sure, so none of them will be difficult. What about you?”

“I do not know. Likely just the ones related to the windmill project and the ones requested by the elderly. Everything else are things they can either do themselves or, based on what Antonio said, shouldn’t be done at all. I also wasn’t expecting so many issues with my Gift, hopefully, my stamina will improve quickly.”

“You know, maybe it’s a sign you should focus more on being a vet. I mean, if you can get to Bogotá by going through that door in the tower, possibly you can do a little of both.”

“Gosh, I really hope so,” Luisa said wistfully.

Issa smiled at her sister’s tone. Luisa’s goals were something of which she was envious. Isabela had no goals, no plans for the future. Everything she had been told she was good for, had turned out to be a lie. There was another knock and Casita opened the door and Isabela was not pleased to see it was her Abuela. She did not just come in as she would have in the past. She waited and Issa just stared until Luisa nudged her from behind. “Come in, Abuela,” Isabela finally said.

She did and Luisa went to excuse herself, but her Abuela asked her to stay, since what she had to say concerned them both. The two sisters looked nervously at one another and sat on the bed. Isabela filled in her vine sleeve with leaves to hide the newer scratches, that were bleeding a little. Casita pushed the desk chair over and Abuela sat down.

Isabela was staring past her Abuela, refusing to look her in the face. She waited for the scolding she was sure was coming, but why pull Luisa into it. She had not done anything. Probably going to convince her she needed to do more training to improve her Gift.

Her Abuela did not speak right away, instead she was watching Isabela, and this only served to make Isabela angry. After a few moments, her Abuela turned to Luisa and said, “To start, Luisa, now that we know that the red door in the tower does, in fact, go to Bogotá, I’m hopeful we’ll be able to get you registered for school as soon as possible. Though the coming and going through the Church may prove to be a problem.”

Luisa smiled despite her obvious concern. She had already gotten her hopes up once, only to have them crushed.

“However,” her Abuela continued, “that leads to the bigger issue, finding a place for you to live if there are no dormitories for women. That’s where I was hoping you would come into this, Isabela. There was, and possibly still is, a botany program at the college. I know you have an interest in such things, that way your sister would not be in a strange city by herself. The world has changed so much on the outside, from what we’ve learned from the newcomers, that it would be advantageous for both of you. I used to have family in Bogotá, of course I do not know if they still live there, but I am willing to find out if it helps get you both where you need to be. I have not spoken with your parents about this yet, though I am hopeful that the both of you will be able to take advantage of this once we’ve dealt with the current situation.”

Isabela was confused. None of what her Abuela just said had anything to do with their Gifts. Maybe Luisa was right about the change and though she saw the logic of them both going, she was struck by a nasty thought and could not stop it coming out of her mouth. “You aren’t just trying to get me away from Mirabel, right?”

Her Abuela looked surprised at the question, but after a moment she said firmly, “No, but I do understand your concerns, Isabela.”

“Then what about that door in Mirabel’s room? Why did you ask for that? Is it, so you can watch her all the time? Keep her in line?”

Her Abuela listened to each question but did not interrupt and said when Issa stopped, “I did not request that door, and it took me a few days to puzzle out its purpose. I was told recently that it was your mother who did. It appears she also has similar concerns,” her Abuela said with a small smile. “Nevertheless, it has turned out to be a blessing I was not looking for, and it is helping me make better decisions to make sure nothing like that happens.”

“I am gonna go now,” Luisa said. Alma nodded, and Luisa started for the door. “We can talk about the other stuff later.”

Isabela did not respond, so Luisa stepped out. Isabela really did not want to have this talk with her Abuela. Better to be angry, but the longer she put it off, the worse she felt about all the mean things she had done of late. She did not fully understand how her sister was so easily able to forgive the many sins of Alma Madrigal. She did not quite understand why she, herself, wanted to be able to, too. She was no longer sure of her motivations, and again felt the pain of the thorns in her arms. She closed her eyes, forcing them back with the tears that threatened to come tumbling out.

She felt her Abuela move next to her on the bed, and Isabela felt a gentle hand on her arm. The leaves she grew to cover the scratches wilted and Abuela said softly, “Isabela, I see the harm that I’ve caused by trying to live a dream I lost through you. I can only apologize for the past and I know I cannot change it, but most importantly I want you to know that I have never seen you as a failure, mi vida. Before and most especially, not after the breaking. You are as precious to me now as ever, and I know why Mirabel relies on you. She sees you more clearly than I. My reason for asking you to come early is because you are more experienced with the townsfolk than your hermanita. I know you will be able to help guide her better than I.”

Isabela did not respond or open her eyes. She just couldn’t look at her Abuela at that moment. Isabela would break down for sure, so she remained motionless and silent as she felt her Abuela get up and heard her as she moved slowly toward the door. There was a pause and her Abuela said before leaving, “This past year, I have watched you and I see that you are so much more than I ever allowed you to be. Something I regret with my whole heart, mi vida. My hope, is that you’ll allow me to get to know this new woman you have become.”

Isabela heard the door close, and she finally looked up. Tears slipped down her face, and Issa had to admit, Luisa was right. Not only was she trying too hard to maintain her righteous anger, but she was also, once again, perversely jealous of her Giftless little sister. What is wrong with me, she wondered. There were times she woke up in the middle of the night as her memories of her less than sisterly treatment of Mirabel rushed through her head. This always led to her overcompensating the next day because she really was convinced that her sister had not, in fact, forgiven her but was playing a game. But like her Abuela Valentina said, Mirabel really was a transparent person. What you saw was what you got. What do you see in me, Mirabel, Isabela wondered?

She flopped back on her bed and was staring at nothing until something small and blue, flitted at the edge of her sight. She tried to focus on it, and she saw it again. It was a butterfly, she realized, and it was not alone in the canopy of trees above her. There were dozens and dozens of them. She watched, entranced, as they alternately shown bright blue then seemed to disappear into the shadows.

She reached out as one broke away and gently came to rest on her outstretched fingers. It was considerable, at least 17 cm with its wings outstretched. This weirdly reminded her of that door in Mirabel’s room, and she smiled. So, it was her mother who had been the one to ask for that door. Protecting Mirabel from her Abuela had been her main motivation these past few weeks, whether Mirabel wanted her too or not. She could see her efforts had been misdirected. It had not actually occurred to her to ask Dolores, and that probably meant her prima had told their Abuela what she had said on that topic. Isabela tried to muster anger, but she knew Dolores, like Luisa, was concerned about her. That made her feel a bit more at ease, knowing she did not need to be a one-woman army. Her mother as well had been dropping hints about her behavior of late. But she had been so focused on her ‘mission’ she did not notice that her mother and probably their father had already seen the potential problems.

Isabela marveled once again at the room Casita had made for her. The last had felt like a flower lined prison. Now she was surrounded by living plants, not just millions of flowers. She thought back to the feeling she had when she first grabbed that doorknob when she was five. Such a feeling of exhilaration and when she had opened that door and gone inside for the first time was something she would never forget. Something Mirabel only just got to experience. I am a fool, she thought.

Isabela sat up, and the butterfly flitted over and landed on her head. She thought back to the previous evening and asked. Casita, what happened last night?” The house responded by creaking the shutters, and Isabela asked, “How bad was it?”

There was a longer response, and Issa started to realize just how deep Mirabel’s fears of Casita falling were. Why she froze up at seemingly random times. That was why the house intervened as it did. It told Isabela about the ‘prank’ gone wrong, and she remembered then what Dolores had told her. How when Mirabel came back to her room with those sketches she had tried to pretend that never happened, but Dolores had heard it all. And here she was being a crappy sister.

“Casita, thank you for stopping me from making a complete idiot of myself, I know you were only trying to help Mira,” Isabela said sitting up.

Casita rustled some vines growing on the wall, and the wave had her focusing on a corner that had a small wardrobe. She walked across the mossy flagstones, opened it, and smiled. Inside were a pair of deep lavender trousers with a shirt of similar color that looked much like the one her father had made for Tío Bruno. There was a leather belt with a pink bow and small letter attached.

She touched the shirt and pants, then took the belt down and detached the letter. On the front, it read: For Isabee. It was her father’s handwriting, and Isabela took all the clothes and went back to her bed. She laid them out and carefully opened the letter.

Isabee,

A few weeks ago, I overheard you and your sisters talking about making pants and thought I would make you a pair. Mirabel will probably wonder where all of her notes went when she finds time to look for them. Besides, you likely wanted them sooner and not later.

When you were little, you and I always talked about your day. Watching you discover your world always brought me endless joy and though years have passed and though it’s not every day, I’m glad to hear your voice.

You are my little flower, busy as a little bee, bringing sunshine after a rain. Beautiful and capable, you have always been my bright beacon of hope, Corazón, and few love their daughters, the way I love you.

Your ever adoring Papí

Isabela read the letter several times before she put it back in its envelope and under her pillow. When they were growing up, she often felt her father favored Luisa or Mirabel over her, but in hindsight she knew he never pulled away from her, it had been the other way around. She stroked the fabric and was amazed at how soft it was. She stripped off her dress and looked at it. She loved that dress and all the changes she’d made to it. But it also represented a past she wanted to avoid returning to.

She tried on the shirt first. The scratches, while not deep, had not completely stopped bleeding, and she decided she would see her mother about that. Wouldn’t do to get blood all over her new shirt. That also meant she would need to explain how she had gotten them, and being angry all the time was something she did not wish to continue. As always, her father’s clothing fit her perfectly. She looked in the mirror and thought, she’d finally shed the last of her old skin and asked, “Casita, where’s Papí?”

There was a quick clatter and Isabela walked around her room getting used to the feel of them. She tucked in the shirt and put the belt in place. After putting on her shoes, she looked in the mirror again and noticed her hair. She had never considered cutting it, but she’d probably regret that decision so put it out of her head for now.

Isabela left her room, feeling as if she were someone new. Someone who could believe in herself. Maybe going to college would be just what she needed to do to find out whom she wanted to be. She went up to the library and her father was sitting reading a book about herbs and their many uses. He turned as she approached, and smiled.

“Ah, you found them mi vida,” he said and set the book on the table next to him.

Isabela twirled once and nodded. She noted he was missing his flower from his vest, and she said, “I did, thanks Papí. They fit perfectly too.” Isabela sat on the ottoman and gently touched his lapel. The flower that sprouted was not the usual one she made for this. Instead, she made a blue petaled daisy, and said, “For a new beginning.”

The wall clock chimed, and Isabela rolled her eyes and sighed as she got up. “Time for that meeting.” She said and went to head for the stairs but stopped. She turned back as her father rose from his chair and said, “Umm, if you’re not doing anything later, maybe we can have lunch and drag Mamá along, there are some things I want to talk about.”

Her father nodded, gave her a hug, and said, “I would like that, Isabela.”  He looked down at the flower and smiled as he said, “Yes, a new beginning.”

Isabela waved as she started down the stairs, feeling better than she had for a while. That is, until she ran smack into Mirabel on the landing. Mirabel suddenly overbalanced, landed hard on her back, knocking her glasses off. Isabela fell back but did not lose her footing. Mirabel groaned and sat up and said, “Oh my gosh, Issa, are you okay?”

“You’re the one on the floor,” Isabela said as she picked up her sister's glasses and helped her up, “I’m fine, how are you?”

Mirabel put her glasses back on and said, “I’m ok…oh wow…” Mirabel was walking all around her to look at the new outfit.

“I know, right?”

“You look stunning, as usual. I’m sorry I did not get yours done faster.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“And about this morning, I did not mean to get angry,” Mirabel said as Isabela watched her sister start to shrink in on herself, hands balled up in front of her, fear creeping in saying, “I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t you dare apologize, Mirabel Madrigal,” Isabela said cutting her off.

“But I…”

“But nothing, you had every right to get angry. I was being rude and stupid. I’m lucky Casita didn’t throw me out a window.”

Mirabel relaxed and tried not to smile. She nodded because she knew this was as close to an apology as Isabela could manage. “Oh, Tío and Abuela have already left. Abuela sent me to find you.”

“Yeah, we should go, but I need to talk to Mamá for a minute.”

They walked into the kitchen and saw that their mother and Tía were sitting at the table, drinking coffee. Her mother smiled seeing the new clothes and Tía Pepa was sitting with her mouth hanging open.

“You two should get a move on, or you’ll be late,” her mother said.

“We are going, I just got some scratches that need to be healed first,” Issa said and rolled up her sleeves.

Her mother had come around the table and gently traced the cuts. Isabela was surprised that she did not ask that obvious question as she reached for the small plate of cookies on the table. Her mother took one and handed it to her, and Isabela ate it.

The scratches and cuts disappeared, and Isabel said, “Thanks, Mamá. Probably gonna lay off the vine sleeves for a while.”

Her mother smiled, and nodded. Isabela smiled when her mother smoothed her hair behind her ear and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her mother always seemed to understand what Isabela was trying to say without actually making her say it.

“You ready Mira?”

“No, but you’ll be with me, so hopefully I won’t make a complete fool of myself in front of the whole town.”

Isabela laughed as she turned her sister toward the door, giving her a gentle shove, “That’s the spirit. Hermanita.”

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[thepalegoldmoon]

I haven’t posted on here in practically literal years. And this is my first time ever positing fanfiction related content. I’m nervous but hopeful this is interesting to someone out there. Please let me know your thoughts and if you’re interested at all. I’ll post updates to this tumblr and my twitter so please feel free to like if it’s something you’re interested in and follow for the updates as I work on the fic. And please be kind and keep in mind, this is a rough and first draft after all. So, here’s opening to a fanfiction I’m planning for A03! lemme know what you think and if it seems interesting enough to read!~

“Steve is a sweet caring guy doing his best and taking care of his friend. the more preassure and stress he's under the more he talks in his sleep. Something he’s struggled with for years. Embarrassingly having to explain away the mumbles and weird one sided conversations the next day, trying to recover from whatever had been heard the night before. He constantly hopped the person telling him it had happened, was telling him the truth. Constantly hoping he could trust himself that he didn’t say anything embarrassing or offensive personally confidential he wasn’t ready to talk about with anyone yet socially. Worried something he’d subconsciously suppressed might come out like who he had a crush on in middle school or dumb stuff people could be weirdly judged about as a popular kid. Thankfully most don’t know, or try to exploit it. Well, besides ex lovers or those he had sleep overs with in middle school. Those that do know, are aware it would get worse when his parents were away or were home and in fights, particularly over Steve’s fathers actions while at work. Despite a divorce being the better option Steve mother and father stayed together. Steve’s father constantly going on business trips and his mother never letting him be on his own for suspicion of him cheating on here. While she in fact would cheat on him at the same time. Steve had mistakenly given that away at an early age and after the first slip up, remembered to never get into either of his parents love lives, and who they brought home, since then. When your ass practically gets handed to you on a silver platter by both parents, constantly being used as a reason for one to throw the other on the bus almost every week, for practically a full year straight. This occurring when everyone was finally all home together, meant to be in enjoying their time as a family not playing a game of toss up between them and their only child. It was not the greatest way to learn a lesson you should’ve never had to learn but c’est la vie as Steve would come to learn was one of his mottos. Later in life when his parents were on his ass, to figure out collage, work, keeping his grades up, and being left by himself at home, Nannieless now that he was old enough. If school was becoming stressful, or his dad would be coming home from a trip looking for a new reason to grill into Steve for something. His sleep stat would just start rambling once he hit a dream stay in his sleep cycle.

Being the outcast observationalist, Eddie just wants to help the man who he’d never thought would ever be the one to save and drag his sorry ass out of some eldritch horror dimension, and who's been practically doting on him since they got him stablized in Hopper's cabin hideaway. Never in a million years would he think this was real if you had told him before the fact. The thoughts of someone explaining to Eddie he’d be friends with Steve Harrington, a Harrington. Thrown into a interdenominational world, and almost dying to otherworldly demon bats. He’d think you need some serious professional help, nothing the kind of fixes he could provide for anyone. Besides just surviving the upside down, he’s been helped so much while on the run by Steve and his little nuggets. After finally coming to a couple days after his inter dimensional concert and the sacrifice of his life. It seemed like everything is practically fine, aside from the gaping trenches left after Venca’s so called defeat, the craters left at each of the gate sites meaning he’d lost his home to this hellish turn of events. Aside from it all seeming fine, like they’d won this round. Eddie cant help but feel something's off, there's something he's missing it's gotta be something important. He’s just not picking up on it, he’s too distracted by his pain, recovery and longing to help Steve. Maybe in the end it’s just regular paranoia after all this week he’d, been forced to watch his peer get her life ripped away before him, hunted for a crime he didn’t commit, and almost lost his own life, in a dimension he before hand was blissfully unaware of. That’s it paranoia that’s all it was. He was just being paranoid, after all he has a whole new slew of trauma and life changing events to process. Especially after waking up a dead man to the town of Hawkins no longer a prime suspect in the hot seat.”

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[survey--s]

438.

If you use public transport: What's your biggest pet peeve while out and about? I drive everywhere now, but when I did use public transport, I hated when people were overly loud or smelly, lol.

Do you know anyone who has a naturally loud voice? It sounds like are shouting but they really aren't? Yeah, my old boss was like that and I found in incredibly stressful to be around. 

Is there anything you are scared/awkward about talking about in life? I’m not scared about talking about anything, really, but I find it awkward to talk about a few things as it always ends up in an argument.

Has a pet ever stolen food from you as you were eating it? Not as I was eating it, but they have stolen food off my plate before. I think two of the cats and the dog are guilty of that - it’s only Toby who hasn’t.

When was the last time you had to cancel plans because you were sick? I don’t remember, it’s been a long time I think. About a year and a bit ago I had to cancel a job because I was literally vomiting at work lol.

What is the weirdest compliment you have ever been given? I honestly couldn’t tell you.

Is there a certain way you have to sleep? For example, with a window open or the fan on? Yeah, I need a dark room and it has to be cold - not necessarily a fan or open window though. I also can’t sleep if it’s noisy.

Would you still be interested in buying/renting a house if you found out it was supposed to be haunted? Sure, I don’t believe in that kind of thing anyway.

What was the last thing you created that you were proud of? I never really create anything these days. 

If you had a button that you could carry with you at all times and press at any time, but it only did one thing, what would your button do? Give me the exact amount of money I needed to buy whatever I wanted.

Are you good at puzzles or riddles? Not really, I’m too logical and always miss the clues lol.

Do you think you would enjoy working with the person you're dating? Or a close friend or family member? Ha, this is an interesting work. He does come to work with me sometimes to help me out if he’s around. Mostly it works okay but he doesn’t like that it’s my business and he has to listen to me, hahah.

What's stronger - your upper or lower body? My upper body, I think, but neither is especially strong.

Are you very careful with your technology (phone, laptop, etc) or do you take risks that could damage them? I’m pretty careful with them as I can’t afford to replace them if they break.

Have you ever been in the newspaper? What for? Yeah, just for local news stuff - I think for being in a school play in the local theatre.

What age do you often get mistaken for? Mid-twenties.

If you could change your surname to anything, what would you change it to? Which surnames do you think sound nice? I’m happy with my married name.

Would you say that the area you live in is particularly picturesque? The town itself isn’t, but the countryside around us is gorgeous.

If you have an Apple product, do you always download the software/app updates? Yeah.

Do you take any vitamin supplements? Nope.

#survey #surveys

[theminecraftbee]

i do think sometimes. it’s good to remember basic streamer etiquette here for when you’re in chat/donoing, because i think some people don’t know it! these are just. advice based on some things i’ve seen lately about the basic “how not to be rude”.

don’t bring up fandom stuff. if they want to come looking or ask for it, fine, but like, don’t give it to them if we don’t know if they want it. fandom works on keeping our lanes relatively separate, so we can make the content we want without being directly influenced, and they can choose how much they do or don’t want to see. donoing fandom stuff breaks this line (and, frankly, is probably baffling to the streamers too, since they don’t have the context. in this case there’s like, several months of context here that’s just entirely lost!)

similarly - and this hasn’t happened for a WHILE as far as i know but it’s worth the reminder - don’t ask ccs to litigate fandom debates EVER. it’s not their job to police us. that’s not what they signed up for.

asking streamer “when is next hermitcraft” “when is empires” “when is mcc coming back” “when is X” is annoying; someone has already asked it, and they’ve already given their answer. it’s whatever the current official answer is. for all three of those it’s a vague ‘soon’. just move on.

don’t ask streamer about another streamer. it’s rude to go watch them and then only care about what some other person is doing; you’d be upset if someone did that to you too, right? similarly, don’t talk about other streamers going live.

don’t talk about viewership numbers. stresses most streamers out, is also rude.

read the rules, sometimes streamers have specific rules to follow and you’ll get yourself timed out or banned if you don’t. for example, joe has “don’t ask if you can ask a question”, which is a rule that tends to just be a really good litmus test to whether a chatter actually paid attention to those rules.

don’t ask the streamer to do specific things in the game (backseat game). there are exceptions, normally when streamer specifically asks for feedback! but if, say, a hermitcrafter is busy working on one thing, don’t go ask them to do another thing.

related to the don’t ask about other streamers thing, also don’t go ‘oh x is online go bother them’, that violates both ‘don’t backseat game’ and ‘don’t show up on someone’s stream and then only talk about some other person’.

try to stay on-topic? chat, like any chat, will sometimes get on tangents, but don’t come in trying to start a tangent.

don’t dono very heavy topics. it is really, really uncomfortable to have an extremely heavy topic dumped on you on the spot. this also goes for chatting, but it ESPECIALLY goes for donoing - donos are like, a thing most streamers feel they have an obligation to respond to, and forcing them to respond to a heavy topic on the spot sucks for literally everyone.

similarly, don’t dono discourse. yes, even if the streamer is directly involved. if you ask them for their opinion or apology on the spot i guarantee they won’t have one you’d like. you wouldn’t either if you were unexpectedly ambushed with it. just don’t.

don’t bring up having been banned or timed out a lot, it will just get you banned again. this includes talking about being banned in another streamer’s chat. common sense here.

uh... that’s about it of the things i’ve been seeing that have been bothering me. if you do get timed out or have been doing one of these things, don’t worry too much if you didn’t know better! and if you’re uncertain, just learn the rules and remember to be polite! being polite in life will take you a long way and that includes in twitch chat, lol.

#is this discourse? #uh. #discourse #i guess. since it's closer to discourse than i normally post #joe keeps a TIGHT handle on his chat but some of these things have been popping up #and if they're showing up there. yeah other streamers are getting it too. #so these are polite reminders!

[theosmommy1966]

GamerMattheoxReader

It had been a long day, you just wanted to get home and get out of the clothes from the day. Your light blue lotus ruffle shirt had coffee spilled down it from some newbie running into the elevator first thing in the morning. Your black skirt was ‘just short enough’ according to your sleazy ass boss…

Your lunch was interrupted by Pansy, Astoria and Daphne arguing about whose boyfriend loved them more. Even though you knew the answer, you didn't interfere, just got up and left having no energy to deal with them. 

It was an easy answer.. Theodore loved Daphne more than Draco loved Astoria. But Blaise loved Pansy more than any of them loved each other. The only couple in your group who could top them in that department was you and Mattheo. 

Mattheo had quite literally given everything for you.

Left his family, allowing himself to be disowned and leaving everything his very rich father left behind to his older brother. Then went on to build his own business, in which he was very successful. Him along with the other boys in your group owned a legal agency. Draco focused on Real estate and tax and bankruptcy law, Mattheo was a family lawyer, Theodore was more focused on business and corporate law.While Blaise, who came from a military family, focused on that type of law. 

You and the girls made up the marketing department at a company that sold beauty products. While the four of you often butted heads, you got work done. You protected each other in the office, and made sure that each other were heard. It was nice to be surrounded by people who trusted you, even if you did want to choke them sometimes. 

Your mind was wandering aimlessly as you got out of the car, making your way up the sidewalk. Rolling your eyes as you heard Mattheos voice yelling, at what you could only assume was his game. 

His head snapped towards you when you slammed the door shut before locking it, his eye brows pulling together as you walked past him towards your bedroom. Shutting that door too, peeling the ruined shirt from your body and quite literally kicking your shoes off. They hit the door with a thud, before everything else was thrown to the floor and you stepped into a warm shower. 

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“Ooooo.. Man.. Sounds like Y/ns mad” Blaise teased Mattheo through his headset as they all heard the door slam shut. He watched your beautiful face as you grumbled to yourself and walked to your room. 

“Need to get off Mattheo?” Theodore asked, being probably the only other one who would get off their game for his woman. Mattheo went to say yes, but then heard the distinct thud of your heels hitting the door. 

He would have left the game the second you walked in if you had asked. You knew that. There was literally nothing he wouldn't do for you. It was a wide known fact. He had left everything he had ever known, allowed himself to live off you while he finished school. And leaned on the boys as they all started up their business. 

Now that he had everything he could ever ask for, he would give you anything and everything your mind even thought about wanting for a second. You two were the only ones in the group who were married, the only ones who owned a home together. And the only ones besides Pansy and Blaise who lived together full time. 

Everything he had was yours.

When the shower started he sighed before looking back to the large flat screen on the wall. “Nah, if I go in there now she will probably strangle me. Might have to when she's done in the shower though so let's wrap this round up, yeah?” 

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You felt slightly better after a shower. 

You were still stressed and tense, but you knew the cure for that.. 

It was sitting out on your sectional, big stupid headset on his stupid head. Mic down by his stupid mouth, lips speaking stupid words to his stupid friends.. 

You braid your hair back before smearing Coco Chanel No. 5 body butter across your skin. Allowing the unapologetic spicy-sweet amber with a romantic touch of rose scent to fill your nose. It was Mattheos number one favorite perfume that you had. 

Wrapping yourself in the emerald green silk slip Pansy got you for your birthday, you grabbed your phone before heading out to the living room. 

“NOO! COME ON MAN!” Thedores voice boomed through Mattheos headset as you walked around the couch. The second you had come into his line of sight, he had forgotten about his game causing Theodore to die. 

Mattheo couldn't even apologize as he stared at you. The color looked good with your skin tone, the silk practically a second skin. He could make out your hard nipples as you flicked through something. His mouth watered at the sight of you, his gorgeous wife, as you plopped next to him kicking your feet over his legs. 

“Hey gorgeous” Mattheo said ignoring the grumbles from the guys along with a whip sound from Blaise. He let go of the controller with one hand, running his fingers up your calf to just above your knee as he watched your face. 

You tried to not smile, but you couldn't help it, just hearing his voice made you feel better. Biting your lip you looked over at the screen, seeing now they were all back in the lobby. You were sure that someone was groaning about how Mattheo was the only one who hadn't readied up. 

But here he was completely ignoring them, setting his controller on the coffee table and pulling his headset off. Then moving to hover over you, running his hand up your thigh and over your slip to your hip. Squeezing slightly before pressing his lips to yours softly, well it would've been softly if you hadn't pressed back harshly. 

Your hands quickly found his hair though, tugged and biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. The groan that left his throat made you warm, loving hearing any noises he made. He kissed you back just as hard, even more passionately before breaking away when his lungs burned. 

“Your game is waiting.” You said softly foreheads pressed together as you tried to slow your breathing. Mattheo shook his head, he could hear Draco practically yelling his name but he didnt care. He wanted to know that you were alright, needed to know that you were ok before he did anything else. 

“You are, and always will be, more important.” He said softly, pressing his lips to yours again, “The most important thing to me.” He kissed both your cheeks, then the tip of your nose before stopping and holding his lips against your forehead. 

You absolutely loved how affectionate he had grown to be. It was hard in the beginning, his dad having taught him that loving someone is a weakness. That all women are good for is sex, and producing and heir. 

But somewhere along the way, you had shown him that loving people gave him strength. You knew what he needed at this moment, knew he needed to know if you need his undivided attention right now. Or if you wanted to just exist together like you did most nights. 

You giggled a little, before looking up at him, his dark eyes sparkled with unspoken love. You whispered that you were alright, and he nodded, kissing you once more before leaning back into his spot. Once he resituated his headset and grabbed the controller he set your legs back in his lap, scooting so your ass was pressed against his thigh. 

“Alright ya dicks, I'm back, stop yelling.. You all know your place on the food chain, calm down.” He said as he readied up, looking over at you with a scoff and a smile as he rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled before scrolling through your library and trying to find a book to read. 

That's how it went for about an hour, Mattheos fingers trailing your legs in between rounds. Him leaning down and kissing you quickly between respawns. And you reading a dirty book, that would make most girls blush. 

Mattheo knew that's what you had to be reading, because the longer you read the more flustered you were becoming by his fingers touching your skin. He tried to ignore it when you started to rub your thighs together, but it was hard. Most peoples sex lives died down after marraige, but yours stayed the same. 

Just as he was about to call it a night you set your phone aside, cheeks pink in what almost seemed like embarrassment. “Hold on guys, I gotta piss..” He said hearing the others agree to a ten minute break as he looked over at you. Clicking his mic off so the others couldn't hear he smiled, “What's up darling.. What's the look for?”

You pulled your lip between your teeth slowly moving to stand in between his legs, his hands resting on your thighs as he kissed the fabric over your hip. You ran your hands through his curls once, then again but yanked his head back this time. The gasp that came out of his mouth sent little waves of pleasure straight to your core as his cheeks heated. 

You lightly pushed him back, keeping one hand in his hair as you settled over his thighs. Kissing his neck and warm cheeks before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt. He got the picture quickly and practically ripped it off before connecting his lips to yours in a messy kiss. 

“I want to try something.. Something we haven't done before..” You said against his lips, before kissing down his jaw and neck. Sucking in a few spots lightly knowing they would be gone before monday. He leaned back and nodded as his hands settled, one on your hip one on your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want.. You know I'll do anything..” 

You smiled standing quickly and pulling him with you, he went to reach to turn his console off but you shook your head. He looked confused but stood back up and waited for you, gasping a little when you pushed his sweats all the way down to his ankles and wrapped your hand around him. 

Mattheos hands slowly trailed up your thighs, grasping the silky fabric that covered his second favorite view and pulled it over your head. After he stepped out of his sweats, he sat back on the couch, pulling your bare body to his. Relishing the feeling of your skin against his, breathing in the sweet scent of your lotion as he kissed across your shoulder. 

While he was still confused, he wasn't about to voice anything, he didn't want to stop whatever was going on. So he quietly pushed his hips up, grinding his hardening cock against you swallowing the soft moan you let out with his lips. When you grinded back down, his hands tried to move to your hair. 

Normally he would like your hair being braided, but now he just wanted to wrap the soft tendrils around his fingers. So he quickly pulled the ponytail holder out of the end and gently unwove your hair. Before harshly grabbing a fist full while using his other hand to push your hips down. 

“Not that I'm complaining.. But if we are going to do this, let me tell the guys I've got to go or at least just log me off so they won't sit there and yell.” He said against the base of your throat before biting down kinda hard. 

You shook your head, and opened your mouth to speak just as Theodore's voice came through the little speakers. “Ey yo.. I'm ready..” Smiling you leaned back, Mattheos tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as you grabbed the controller and the headset. He watched you with wide eyes as you placed it on his head, flicking the little switch and handed him his controller. 

‘Be a good boy’ You mouthed as you heard the other guy's answer.

“I'm ready when you are.. Pansy just went to bed so Ive got all night..” Blaise said cockily. 

“Perk of being in a bachelor pad Zabini.. I always have all night..” Draco said..

“Ya but you sleep in a cold cold bed.. Don't ya daddies boy” Blaise joked back causing Theodore and Mattheo to laugh loudly. Mattheos laughter was cut off though, when you grinded down on his mostly hard cock. 

He shot you a ‘what are you doing’ look, before noticing the pinkness in your cheeks. Then he realized… This is what you wanted.. 

He realized as your hand came down and grasped him, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. He tried to hold back the groan that was building in his throat as you slowly lowered onto him. But it didn't work, and it came out much breathier than he would have hoped. 

“Uhh.. You good bro?” Theodore asked awkwardly as Mattheos head tilted back a little. You paused, waiting for him to answer. Just as he took a shallow breath to say ‘ya im fine’, you dropped the rest of the way down. 

When your ass hit his thighs, and he was fully seated in you, he groaned again before letting one hand grip your ass cheek. He was practically begging you not to move, even though that was all you wanted to do. 

While you had no problem letting others hear you, or your activities, Mattheo was a very vocal lover. He loved telling you what to do or say, loved telling you how you were making him feel. He would point out all the things he loved about you, or just tell you over and over again that he loved you. 

Now, while playing with his friends, he had two choices.. Be that vocal and deal with the comments his friends would make.. Or stay quiet. 

After a moment, that you were sure was awkward for the others he finally answered. “Yeah.. I'm good, my wife is just a little needy is all.” He said cockily as he found what he thought was a fraction of self control. You let him have it for now, just leaning forward and resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Uh.. We can let you go.. If you wanna.. Ya know..” Blaise said and you could just picture him rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No we cant.. Turn the mic off or let us hear, I don't care but we can't do this shit three people..” Draco said he was the selfish one of the group. There was a reason Astoria had her own flat, she didn't really want to live with Draco. Draco wanted his ‘Bachelor pad’ so she let him have it. 

Mattheo rolled his eyes, before trying to focus. His arms wrapped around you, hands on the controller as you rested against his shoulder. He got about fifteen minutes into his game before Draco felt the need to make another comment. 

“Did you turn your mic off, or are you that boring in the bedroom Riddle?” 

That got the teasing going, “Technically doesn't he play in the living room? That's boring in the living room buddy?” Theodore laughed. 

“Poor Y/n, maybe you should send her my way..” Draco said, knowing that it would get a reaction out of his best friend. They all knew that he was ferociously protective and very very possessive. He didn't normally have to act on it, because you were always willing to show everyone who you were with. 

Plus since marrying you, his possessiveness had died down. He literally put a ring or five on it. You have his class ring on your right middle finger from high school, your promise ring from college had been resized to fit on the left pointer finger. Your thumb had a Tanzanite and (Your birthstone) ring that had small diamonds around the band. Then your engagement ring and wedding band. 

A 2.5 carat emerald cut emerald, that was pulled from a necklace his mother owned. 1 carat baguette cut diamonds rest on each side of it. Wrapped together in a sleek platinum band. Beneath that was a platinum band full of small but brilliant diamonds. 

“Nah, I'm here Malfoy.. I'm no nowhere near boring.. Don't think I would have kept her this long if I was.” Mattheo said laughing, now going slightly out of his way to not protect Draco. He was slightly annoyed with his stupid comments today. Draco as always thought he had life figured out, he would let his girl come over, fuck her and send her home. 

How Astoria put up with it, Mattheo would never understand.. After spending their first night together his Senior year, Mattheo was hooked on you. When he started College and you were still in your senior year, it was pure hell. 

He couldn't count the number of nights you fell asleep on facetime with each other. The weekends that one of the two of you would make the drive back and forth just to spend a little time together. While the others struggled with their loyalties, Draco cheating a few times, he never did. 

Mattheo just struggled with his best friend, and the perfect cuddle buddy being so far away. But when you made it through that, he knew you would make it through anything. And you have made it through too much. Things that normally would have broken anyone, but you were soulmates. 

Mattheo heard Draco scoff, so he lifted his hips thrusting into you causing you to gasp and remember what you had planned on doing in the first place. Your sleepy mind started to wake, shifting back and forth until both your knees were firmly placed on either side of his hips. You wanted him to keep playing, and thankfully the TV was large, ridiculously large in your opinion. 

And it was placed high on the wall after your harlequin great dane puppies knocked the last one over. Between that and his height he could still see his game and you gripped his shoulders and rocked your hips. “Which side is the mic on? Or is it both?” You asked in a husky voice that caused Mattheos eyes to dart between the screen and your lips. 

When he didn't answer you lifted up a little before dropping back down, bottoming out again. “Oh fuck.. Right side.. I'm pretty sure it's right side..” He said quickly as all the guys stopped talking. When you rocked your hips slowly watching your husbands cheeks heat you smiled. Leaning down to press open mouth kisses sloppy and loudly across his chest rocking harder until he let a small moan out.

“Shit.. Are you guys really..” Blaise said, stumbling over his words as he pulled his phone out calling Pansy who was ‘asleep’ in their bed. He knew she wasn't, she laid in there and watched shows on her phone because she didn't want to hear them all talking. 

Yet another reason that everyone always said you and Mattheo were the top couple. It didn't matter what the other was doing, you were almost always together. He was sure that nine times out of ten you were sitting next to Mattheo on the couch as he screamed at them over this dumb game. 

Just like the million times Mattheo went to bookshops, or conventions with you. Blaise knew that man would go to the nail salon or spa with you if you asked, but thankfully for him you had a few girl friends. You are also pretty independent and would go alone if you really wanted to go.

“No fucking way.” Theodore said as he also pulled his phone to text Daph who was on her was over with pizza. He wanted her to be quiet when she came in. Your whole little friend group has always.. Been very open. 

All the girls had messed around, Astoria only once, Theodore wouldn't be shocked if Pansy was sitting right next to Blaise. You all had seen each other naked before. Theodore had slept with both you and Pansy in high school, being in the same grade as you. 

Draco had slept with Theodore, Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. 

Blaise had slept with Pansy and Daphne and messed around a little with Theodore. 

Mattheo was the only one who had never done more than make out with anyone but you. He was so addicted to you, that he couldnt even stay hard if he tried to fuck someone else. The guys all thought he took dedication to a completely different level. 

“Nope.. I don't believe it.. We aren't in college anymore.. We are in our fucking late twenties, no way your still letting her play games like this Riddle.” Draco scoffed, he didn't believe it. He didn't want to. One of the main reasons he always refused to take a step forward in his relationship was because he was convinced that the fun would die down once they did. 

Of course Mattheo and Blaise always told him that wasn't true, but he figured they had to say that. Especially Mattheo who was married, and trying to have a baby soon. 

A fucking baby.. Mattheo fucking Riddle.. Having a baby.. 

While Malfoy was still technically single.. 

Dracos words came at the perfect time as the round ended and Mattheo dropped the controller, gripping your throat harshly pulling you forward into a searing kiss. His hips grinding up into yours as your tongues moved against each other. 

His other hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass harshly before coming around to your pussy. His fingers quickly find your clit pressing down and rubbing small circles. You ripped your lips off his and moan loudly “Fuck Theo..” you moaned as you leaned back resting your hand on his knee giving him more room to touch you. 

The game at this point was completely forgotten by everyone. 

“That was.. Weirdly hot..” You heard a female voice say. 

“Daph?” You said as Mattheos hands moved slowly up your stomach to your breasts. Pinching both your nipples before leaning forward and taking one in his warm mouth. The one left unattended was soon being massaged by his other hand, but only for a moment. As he left the one fall out of his mouth with a lude ‘pop’. 

Your mind couldn't process Daphne saying she was there as you pushed your husbands shoulders back. Your hands gripping his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you in a way. You raised your hips off his before slamming back down, knowing the breath out of you both. 

You set a punishing pace as Mattheo used his arms to help lift you, knowing this would help you not get worn out so quickly. “God baby.. You're so wet and tight around me.. Over ten years and you're still not used to me..” He said somehow keeping his headset on as he buried his head in your neck. 

“You're so big Theo.. Feel bad for Pans and Daph.. Never got.. Ahh..” You tried to finish but Mattheo started meeting each of your thrusts with harder ones of his own. You choked out a moan before his hand reached up and gripped your throat. 

“Fuck Y/n Stand up.. Now.” 

You stood up and turned around knowing which way he wanted you to face. “Wanna hear how boring I am Malfoy?” He said in a demanding tone that gave you goosebumps. 

What you didn't know was it also gave Pansy, Daphne and Theodore goosebumps. “If Dray doesn't, shit I do..” you heard Pansy say, causing Daphne, Theodore and Mattheo to laugh. 

“Well.. You heard the lady, darlin’.. They want a show, guess we are giving them one..” 

Draco scoffed again, he couldn't believe this was happening.. What he really couldn't believe was when the groupchat went off. 

Teddy- Anyone else touching themselves tonight.. 

Teddy- No? Just me.. That's ok 

Pansy- Not alone, that's good

Blaise- I'm right next to you, you're clearly not alone.

Ass- What are we talking about?

Daph- Nothing you would be interested in sis.. Go to bed..

Daph- But for real, Teddy Im right next to YOU.. 

Daph- Dumbass..

Draco- Your all stupid. 

As Draco tossed his phone aside, he did something he never thought he would do.. He pushed his shorts down, and closed his eyes. Allowing himself to get off to the sounds you were making. 

The same thing all of your friends, besides Astoria, were doing at the same time. 

Mattheo ripped the headset off, setting the TV so you could hear through it, while the mic still worked. He lined himself up behind you before pushing into you, both of you moaning loudly. He kissed your shoulder as you adjusted to the new angle. When you nodded, he whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell causing you to push back against him. 

“Im gonna fuck you hard.. You know what to say.. I love you Y/n..” 

Before you could respond his hand closed around your throat, cutting off just a little air as he pulled almost all the way out. When he slammed back in, the sound of your skin slapping filled the room, over and over and over again. “Fuccckk.” He moaned out pulling you back further and turning your head so he could try and kiss you. 

A shameless moan left your lips as his pace picked up. One of his hands holding you in place by the throat, the other squeezing your breasts back and forth. The soft flesh giving way under his needy and harsh grip. Neither of you could control the sounds coming out of you. 

This moment was no different than it would've been any other time. Even hearing Pansy and Theodore moaning through the Tv, it just enhanced the experience. You could feel yourself slipping into that fuzzy place in your mind, the place that made you moldable to Mattheos will. 

His chest was rising and falling quickly against your back  as your knees started to shake. Mattheos hand started to tighten, cutting off your air as he slowly lifted you by the neck. Allowing you to stand just on the tips of your toes. The buzzing grew every second that you couldn't breathe. 

“You like it when I choke you.. Don't you baby..” Mattheo said already knowing the answer, but when you nodded he chuckled and set you back down. Releasing a little, but not letting go, “You're gonna have to answer for the group Pretty girl..” 

“Yes Theo.. Love it when you choke me.” 

You heard a groan come loudly through the TV, chuckling a little when you realized it was Theodore. Who also goes by Theo in other groups, in yours he's Teddy. But that doesn't change the hotness of it for him. 

Soon Mattheo is lifting you again, black spots sparkling around your vision and your lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. If you didn't have so much experience with each other you would panic, but Mattheo knew your body better than you did. He let you go just enough for the balls of your feet to hold you up. 

Barley dragging in air, just enough to be ok, you somehow managed to moan when his fingers started swiping back and forth over your clit again. Between the breath play and his cock pistoning into you, you were releasing all over him. You didn't even have time to say anything before it happened. 

“AAHH.. Theo.. Fuckk.. Theo.” You moaned as his hand let go of your throat to keep holding you up. He moaned as your pussy clenched around his cock, “God, Y/n squeezing me so hard.. So damn tight..” 

Pansys voice practically screamed through the TV at Blaise not to stop, that she was close. Thedore voiced a similar plea to Daphne. Draco must've turned his mic off, because he was still active but no noise was coming through. 

Mattheo lowered you to the soft carpet, flipping you to your back before lining up and pushing back into you again. An animalistic pace set as he moaned loudly, “so wet.. All mine..” He said before kissing you ridiculously hard. 

Your fuzzy mind struggled to keep up with his lips, but he clearly didn't mind. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you into each of his thrusts. His cock never left you as he pulled out and slammed back in. His tip brushing over your g-spot almost every time he moves, causing little moans and screams to leave your mouth. 

His moans started to get louder as you arched your back into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Arms thrown under his arms, nails digging into his back, ripping bleeding lines down the flesh just like he loved. 

The small white scars he carried every day from your nails were one of his favorite things about his body. Everytime a new one showed up, his chest warmed with love and pride. 

One of his arms quickly wrapped around your back, lifting you so he was holding you up. He was on his knees thrusting up into you, in an almost impossible position. But he was so deep in you, you were both certain if you looked down you would be able to see his cock in your stomach. 

His teeth bit down onto your breast, leaving behind his teeth marks, right next to his initials he carved on your wedding night. He groaned loudly in time with two other people, who seemed to be Blaise and Daphne. 

The room was now filled with an obscene amount of skin slapping. It was clear that not only were you two having sex, but now the other two couples were too. Daphnes and Pansys moans mixing with yours as Blaise spoke “God this is hotter than I thought it would be.” 

You looked down into the beautifully dark eyes of Mattheo Riddle. The only man you had ever loved. The person who owned your entire being. He looked up at you, an angel among men in his opinion. Your tits bouncing in his face as his thrusts slowed down, laying you back down as he felt your pussy fluttering around him again. 

Now instead of hard and frantic his thrust were slow and deep, meaningful as he looked down at you. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he made love to you, the sounds of your friends fucking drown out. It was just the two of you, your foreheads pushed together as your bodies moved together. 

In a rhythm you knew so well. Your lips brushed against each other as you spoke quietly, keeping this moment just between the two of you. “Put a baby in me Riddle..” The moan that left his lips and one deep thrust was all it took to throw you over the edge. His deep husky moan makes you feel things nobody else has ever made you feel. 

One final thrust on his part as he yelled ‘Fuck’. What was perfect was Theodore and Blaise both said it at the same time. So while Mattheos cum was shooting out of him, and into you, making his head fuzzy as he started talking. While he could obviously hear the others, he didn't really process them listening as he spoke. 

“God.. I can't wait to see you round and glowing.. Full of my babies..” When he was sure that he was done cumming, he couldn't force himself to move. Even though his legs burned, he was pretty sure his knees were raw, he couldn't move. Couldn't pull out, while he wanted to see his cum leaking out of you, he really wanted it to just stay up in you. 

So while you both laid there catching your breath, he stayed most soft, plugging you up, and keeping his babies inside you. You both slowly started to become less fuzzy, hearing each of the couples saying they were logging off. Before Mattheo smacked his hand around to find the controller, turning his console off too. 

When he finally pulled out, he leaned back to watch as he leaked out of you. Pushing his cum back in with his fingers before it hit the carpet. Hushing you as you whined from the sensitivity. Mattheo pulled you up into his arms as he stood, slowly walking to the bathroom. “Time for a bath.. Then bed.. And a big breakfast in the morning.” He said as he kissed your forehead, thanking whatever gods existed for having you in his life.

This is my first time posting something like this.. I have a few more for some other characters written that just need editied. IF you like this please let me know, or give me pointers. Im also down for trying out requests Thanks loves!

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The Death of Me

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Word count: almost 4K - big whoops!

A/N: This was totally meant to be a drabble / blurb, but the story got away from me! A huge thanks to the sweet anon who submitted this prompt - I was beyond inspired and chuckled warmly throughout the entire writing process. This baby isn’t proofread so thread lightly!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoy this one :’) 

Prompt:  Heya! I saw your post about wanting to practice writing short stories so I have a small prompt for Geralt! What about: the reader and Geralt have always had a difficult relationship, always running into each other at the most inconvenient moments and hence disliking each other. However, while Geralt is passing through a village the reader comes barging into his room bloody and near death, only getting a chance to say “I didn’t know where else to go” before collapsing. I would be honoured if the idea inspired you :3

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You’d never considered yourself unlucky but lately life had a funny way of throwing you for a loop, or rather, throwing you to the wolves. One wolf, actually. A damn, irritating, and arrogant white wolf.

At first, it was all business. You’d arrive in a village itching for a contract, only to find that a “legendary witcher” had already come through and taken care of every monster within a two-days ride. Furious, hungry, and broke, you set out determined to get as far as you could and as quickly as possible. Your determination got you far enough that you’d managed a full three months of contract work, but not far enough it seemed.

You’d been on your way to collect payment from your latest contractor when you’d heard the buzz on the street; a witcher had come through asking about work, and had been told to wait and see as someone else (a woman! A human woman!) had already committed to the case. Apparently, he was either incensed or bemused at the idea – the brute was very hard to read, so say the town gossips – but it didn’t matter to you. You beat him to it and now you get to eat. When you finally met with the contractor to collect your coin, you couldn’t help but swell with pride as they thanked you, eyes wide, for taking care of a monster no human ought to be able to handle. You could have sworn your pride had given you wings as you floated out of the inn.

That is, until you heard them mumble under their breath, “Thank Gods that lass was able to handle it! Had it been the witcher, I would have had to pay triple!”

“Thank heavens for cheap labour!” whispered their partner, raising their glass to cheers their big victory.

Suddenly whatever weightlessness you felt transferred onto your coin purse. Biting hard on your cheek you pushed up your chin, determined to remain dignified. But then you saw him.

Impossibly broad chested, rippling muscles evident beneath his leather armour, with golden eyes that reflected back to you with a cruel playful nature that made bile rise in the back of your throat. He held your gaze and raised his own tankard to you as you walked past him. His deep voice rumbled through you as you pushed the door open.

“Cheers to cheap labour,” you heard him say, and swore you could hear the smirk on his full lips.

Groaning furiously, you pushed the door so hard it swung back and slammed shut behind you with such force a flock of birds took off somewhere in town. Undeterred, you stomped off towards your horse and set off at a gallop.

I’m going to make sure I never cross his fucking path ever again, you thought searingly.

You were wrong it turned out, but how were you supposed to know that?

You’d gone years without actually seeing him again, but that didn’t mean you were free of him. You’d alternated winning and losing contracts to each other, and the pressure of beating him to the next one stressed you so fiercely you developed ulcers. That alone would have been enough to push you to murder had you not heard from another witcher that their brother, the great white wolf, was losing sleep trying to keep up with you. Knowledge of this fact spurred you on; after all, if you couldn’t beat him, it’s best to be even, no?

The next time fate brought you two together, though, you could not have been farther from on top. What made matters worse, is that you weren’t even in battle when your paths crossed. Your literal paths just simply… crossed.

You’d been riding east for many days and just as many nights. You were tired, sore, and somehow still soaked to the bone despite the fact that the rain had stopped at least a day ago. You were so tired, your muscles seemed heavy in your limbs, and you had to keep blinking hard to bring the spinning world around you back to its axis. As you rode through an intersection on the trail, the sun peaked out from behind the thick curtain of clouds just long enough to pull you fully into sleep, and right off your still-moving-horse’s saddle.  

You honestly didn’t remember falling asleep, or off the saddle. You also had no memory of the moment another traveler, who was riding towards the intersection on the other trail, leapt off his mare just as you started your descent and caught you before you could split your skull open on one of the many rocks sprinkled throughout the street. You had no memory of the way he’d pulled you off the path, leading both horses behind him as he’d carried you over his shoulder. Zero recollection of him laying you down on a bed grass, tying your horse to a nearby tree, lighting you a campfire, or filling your pack with some bread and meat.

What you did remember, was the arrogant look on his face when you finally woke up. The condescending tone he took as he reminded you that you were ‘only human’ and had to take care of yourself accordingly was also seared into the annals of your memory.

You hated that he’d saved you almost as much as you hated the fact that you’d been asleep around him. Completely vulnerable for God knows how long and he’d been there to witness it all. Whenever the memory of the look on his face or the way he’d crossed his arms and tilted his stupid head as he condescended your humanity came to you, you couldn’t help but cringe even months after the fact.

***

Your saving grace came a full six months after your damned damsel in distress moment on the trail.

Well fed, well worked, and well travelled, you were taking your time enjoying the market in your town of the week. The work you did wasn’t glamourous, but it did allow you the means to afford a few luxuries every now and then. This time, it just so happened that your coin could buy you the sweetest gift of all: revenge.

The market was busy as ever, you could barely hear yourself think over the cacophony of voices and animal bleats bouncing around the square. Had it been anyone else, the conversation would have been lost among the noise around you, but when that voice came rumbling through the mess of shrieks and shouts, you couldn’t help but seek out the source. You didn’t know why you cared or why you were so surprised to find that the voice’s owner was none other than the White Wolf himself.

“You good?” you asked, making sure to tilt your head, hands on your hips, the same way he’d done the last time you’d met.

“Fine.” He practically barked, not even turning his head fully to address you directly.

The merchant, none-too-concerned with your arrival on the scene, continued as if uninterrupted. “I’m sorry Mr. Witcher, sir, but I can’t go any lower. This is the best I can offer.”

“I can’t pay that much,” he grumbled, hands closed into tight fists.

“I’m sorry-”

“Is this enough?” you interjected, knowingly offering forward far too many ducats.

“Y-yes!” breathed the merchant, looking quizzically at Geralt before picking three coins from your open palm, “thank you, madam...”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself with a warm smile and a nod.

“Y/N!” Geralt hissed, at the same time, reaching out to push away your hand a fraction too late; the vendor was paid, and you’d won this round.

“What is it, Witcher?” you teased, as the vendor took his sword back for repairs, “been on vacation? Why so skint?”

“Been low on work lately,” he replied coolly, cat-like eyes boring into yours, “not as many contracts as there use to be.”

“Well, I’ll be,” you said, cocking your head to the side and pursing your lips in mock contemplation, “I can’t imagine why that’d be the case! Seems I keep running into monsters to kill.”

“Mmhm.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes at you.

Refusing to let him have the last word, you quickly turned on your heels and high-tailed it out of the market, shouting over your shoulder to the blacksmith to give any change back to Geralt before disappearing back into the crowd.

***

Being even should have brought peace between the two of you but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Your last interaction only fanned the flames of your rivalry. As the months turned to years without coming upon each other again, you still found yourself filled with unreasonable anger whenever you saw a mop of white hair cross you on your travels.

And not that you’d know it, but it turned out that Geralt wasn’t faring any better; finding himself frustrated and acting recklessly whenever he’d come upon anything that reminded him of you.

You were both completely obsessed with one another. Thoughts of the other constantly on the mind. Whether in waking or in dreams, you were both equally afflicted by an intense need to outperform, out run, and also, inexplicably, to impress the other.  

*

It was that need to impress each other that led you to accept a contract you should have never even considered taking. You honestly wouldn’t have even considered it had the circumstances been any different but you’d been hearing about this monster for weeks on your travels. Tales of the mighty griffin tearing people to shreds had been circulating far and wide on this side of the Yaruga, and honestly, with every retelling you’d expected to hear that a witcher had handled it, but that never happened. You’d somehow managed to arrive at the village at the source of these stories before him and had an opportunity to literally rob him of this victory.

Granted, you were the only one who’d been attributing him with this win, but that didn’t matter, not to you. The only thing you cared about when accepting this particular contract was the knowledge that by taking it, you were preventing him from having it, and that was more than enough.

The shock on the villagers faces when they saw you accept the contract only added to your already inflated confidence. The sheer size of the griffin’s wingspan humbled you a little, though, and whatever grand illusions of an easy victory you’d carried into the forest were squashed along with a couple rib bones only moments after engaging the beast. In short, you were fucked.

Some might say that coming out of it alive was enough of a win. Those people would be morons, you thought as you stumbled clumsily back towards the lights of the village, clutching your split abdomen with both hands and blinking back blood dripping from your forehead. Every step you took came with the stabbing pain of additional tearing around your wound. You could barely think, your ears were blocked and caked with dried blood and dirt, your tears stung as they fell across the gashes on your cheeks, and every breath in felt like it could be your last. You’d never admit this out loud, but a part of you wished the creature had finished the job.

Perhaps the only saving grace here was that in your condition, you couldn’t hear the villagers as they pointed and gossiped. You didn’t hear the “told you so’s” or the lewd shouts coming from the drunk men as you stumbled into the tavern. You could barely hear the disappointment in the inn owner’s voice as they reprimanded you for accepting a contract, they knew you couldn’t complete. Rolling your eyes, you pushed your way towards the stairs as quickly as possible – which, as it turned out, was not so quick, praying that someone would call you a healer.

“… and to think a witcher arrived only hours after she went off to kill herself! Tsk-tsk!”

You stopped dead in your tracks, drops of blood falling across your brow as you interrupted the momentum you’d been building. “W-what?” you croaked, turning towards them as much as possible to make sure you’d hear them correctly.

“Yeah! And not just any witcher, lass, the Butcher of Blaviken no less! Checked in with us just as you head out. Had you waited half a day you could have saved yourself a world of – ‘ey! Now where’s she off to?”

As you registered this news, something inside you snapped. Before you knew what was happening, you’d made your way upstairs and started pushing your full weight onto every door you passed. The great White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken, was certainly arrogant enough to leave his door unlocked. You might have been wrong about the griffin, but you’d be damned if you were wrong about this.

Fortunate or not, you weren’t wrong about this. As you pushed your shoulder against the last door with whatever strength you had left, the door swung open with very little resistance. The heavy wooden door slammed loudly against the wall at the exact moment that your limp body crashed onto the floor.

“WHAT the fuck!” Geralt howled, leaping off the bed and onto his feet. His wild eyes assessed the situation in an instant, and he bound to you in barely two strides. “What the fuck did you do? What happened?” he asked as he flipped you over, so gently you were sure you’d already passed out and were now dreaming. Or maybe the blood loss was finally catching up to you and you were full-on hallucinating.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you breathed, barely above a whisper, before losing consciousness in his arms.

*

Regaining consciousness was a slow, painful process. You’d come in and out of it a handful of times throughout the night, and flashes of what you’d seen before you lost it were coming to you in an almost dreamlike haze; terrifying images of the furious griffin, its blood-soaked talon shining in the setting sun as it reared back to strike you again, and warmer visions of Geralt, shirtless, running towards you with – could it be? – genuine concern in his eyes.

Now as the rising sun cast its glow across the room, you squinted painfully against the light. Your head felt as though it was full of cotton; heavy, and scratchy, and unnatural on top of your shoulders. Hesitantly, you ran your tongue over your teeth and were equal parts relieved to find them all there and disgusted at the acrid, mineral taste the blood left behind. Blinking slowly, you tried to bring up your hand to rub at your eyes, but stopped short as you felt the large bandage draped across your forehead.

Slowly, you started to register the other bandages, on your arms, your cheek, across your abdomen. Your eyes grew wide as you finally registered the man facing away from you in the far corner of the room. Geralt’s broad strong back was hunched away from you as he rifled through herbs and small glass vials looking for something. Inexplicably, you found yourself disappointed to see he’d put his thick black tunic back on. Horrified by that realization, you literally gagged, startling Geralt and pulling his attention squarely onto you.

His big dumb beautiful face was all hard lines as he looked you over, stern eyes flashing to meet yours before dropping back down to the vial in his hands. You couldn’t help be notice the way the muscles in in jaw rippled and tensed as he sighed. He was oozing disappointment and anger, and that infuriated you.

“Am I dead?” you ask, squinting at him a little theatrically as you squirmed and winced in your bed.

“No.” he practically growled, his body tense as he made his way towards you slowly.

“Oh,” you breathed, bringing your eyes up to his before adding, “this isn’t hell?”

To your immense satisfaction, his stern eyes widened into shock, but then something unrecognizable flashed across his features – wait, was he hurt?

“Why, because I’m here?” he shouted, as if in confirmation of your hunch, and slammed the damp cloth he’d been holding back into the basin.

“No, jackass,” you retorted, pleased that despite the position you were in, you still had some semblance of an upper-hand, “because a griffin fucking fileted me like a fish and some poor drunk is probably downstairs slipping in a pool of my blood right now.”

You’d kind of hoped that he’d laugh, or at least have a comeback geared up for you, but Geralt just stood there staring at you, his mouth in a tight line, nostrils flaring.

Uncomfortable by the intensity of his stare and the silence accompanying it, you decide to continue to poke the bear.

“Come on, what’s with the face, Geralt? Pissed I’m still alive? You know you could have just closed the door over my body, let nature finish the bloody job.”

“Fuck, no! Y/n!” he screamed, startling you out of the attitude you’d put on, “I’m pissed because you’re an impossibly difficult woman hellbent on killing herself! I’m pissed because you don’t seem to fucking care about what happens to you! You can’t keep doing this Y/N! Because one of these days you’re going to get hurt and you’ll be too far away from me and I won’t be able to fucking save you, again! I am pissed because I am losing my mind spending every god-awful day wondering if you’ve gone and gotten yourself killed! Fucking hell, woman! If you didn’t find me – I-if I wasn’t here, with these herbs – Damnit Y/N!”

You just sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t know what to say. This man, your nemesis, was in front of you pacing back and forth, breathing heavily, looking like a maniac. His nostrils were flaring more than the monster that almost killed you just yesterday. Part of you wanted to correct him and demand he never address you as ‘woman’ again, but his wild earnest eyes kept you quiet. My god… was he crying?

Before you could say anything, Geralt sighed gruffly, ran his large hand over his face and stormed out, mumbling something about needing to get you more water.

Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t stop yourself from spiralling. You’d expected him to be angry – hell, you wanted him to be angry! You’d humiliated yourself twice over, enraging him would ease the blow – but this was… different. He seemed genuinely concerned about you. And what was with his whole speech? He spent every day thinking about you? Worrying about you? There’s no way.

Sure, you thought about him daily, but that was out of spite! You hated the man! Why else would your heart race whenever you thought you spotted him in a crowd? Why else would you actively seek out the most dangerous contracts? What, like you were hoping these contracts would draw him out, and therefore, closer to you? As if!

Your ridiculous inner monologue was interrupted by Geralt’s return. The horrible brute knocked gently on the door before stepping inside, and your heart had the audacity to skip a beat.

Oh, you thought, fuck.

“I need to change the dressing on your wounds,” he grumbled, not meeting your eyes. You nodded wordlessly as he settled onto the chair next to you. You watched him work in silence, praying he would attribute your insane heartrate and flushed skin to a pain response from his work.

“Geralt?” you tried, chewing nervously on your cheek, as was just finished up with the last of your dressing.

“Hm?” he hummed, keeping his eyes cast down as he fussed with the bandage on the gash across your abdomen.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, but said nothing in return. He merely grunted in acknowledgment. You didn’t know why, but his silence in combination with his inscrutable gaze encouraged you to keep talking.

“I honestly only took this contract because I didn’t want you to have it,” you admitted bashfully.

“What the fuck? No one was taking it because they weren’t paying nearly enough! Hell, and you’re just a human,” he fumed, throwing up air-quotes as he said it, “so what – they offered you a third of nothing?”

Laughing lightly, you shoved him with your elbow, “they offered me three whole ducats!”

“Oh, wow,” he laughed, low and rumbling, “so a big pay day for you, eh?”

“Shut up,” you gasped as pain rippled through you with each peal of laughter, “knowing I could screw you over was payment enough!”

“Well congratulations are in order, you did manage to screw someone over,” he chided.

“Me,” you stated dryly, gesturing widely at your busted up body.

“You,” he echoed with a sigh that seemed to deflate him.

He suddenly looked so small, sitting there next to you. You watched him as clenched and unclenched his jaw, rubbing his large hands up and down his thighs – was he anxious? You mind raced as you felt his eyes travel slowly up your body. You held your breath as he worked up the nerve to finally bring his eyes up to yours.

The moment his eyes landed on yours, something shifted. Whatever had been lodged uncomfortably between the two of you all these years had finally clicked into place. This change, albeit small, was palpable. His eyes dropped to your lips and lingered there. He was looking at you like he’d never seen you before. Like he was afraid he might never see you again.

Without speaking, Geralt inched himself closer to you and reached a tender hand to tuck your hair behind your ears before cradling your face.

“You’re not allowed to die, do you hear me?” he whispered, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You gave him a quick nod and brought your hand up to his, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm before giving his hand a quick kiss.

“I need to hear you say it,” he begged, bringing himself even closer to you.

“I do,” you breathed, trying to sit up to bring your face closer to his. “I’m not going to die, not on your watch, but I’m also not quitting.”

“Y/N –”

“No! If I quit, you’d get lazy. Who’d push you? What would be your driving force?”

“Wow,” he scoffed, looking at you incredulously but fondly, “you’re so fucking arrogant.”

“And yet…” you said, quirking a brow flirtatiously as you pulled him closer by the collar.

“… and yet?” he murmured, letting himself be pulled closer to you. His eyes half-closed and his lips slightly parted.

“You love me.”

“I love you.”

And then he kissed you. His mouth claimed yours urgently but his hands were ever gentle, ghosting over your bandages and caressing your skin with a feather-light tenderness that would have brought you to your knees had you not already been bedridden. Any hesitation or doubt melted away under the heat of his touch as all those years of tension sprung apart catastrophically. The knot you had carried in your stomach unfurled into flittering fireflies, their heat traveling up your stomach to your chest as his hands worked their way into your hair.

You didn’t know when they’d fallen, but you let out a shaky laugh as Geralt kissed away the tears on your cheeks, his thumb swiping at the tears his soft lips failed to catch. Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against yours; his hands cupping your face as yours captured his.

Gods – this man was going to be the death of you.  

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[ggukkiedae]

When Opportunity Strikes

notes:

set in late june - early july 2018

wc: 2.4k

two big changes in yoonmi’s life, but, this time, it’s for the better and something to celebrate (otherwise known as giving yoonmi and the boys the happiness they deserve after all the fighting/cold shoulder/angst that happened in late 2017-early 2018)

ft. nct’s mark and chenle

conversations written in italics are spoken in english

feedback is highly appreciated!

At this point in her life, Yoonmi thought that the biggest change in her life would be getting a dog.

Yes, she got a dog.

It genuinely wasn’t her idea, but Chan had told Yoonsung that having Berry was a big help to Yoonmi back during her hiatus in 2016. This, combined with what Yoonsung read about bonding with dogs was scientifically proven to reduce anxiety and stress, was enough to convince them to buy her a dog.

And that’s how she got Nala, a five-month-old puppy.

The first two weeks were something for the older members. Not once did they see her without her little puppy, and not once did they see Nala leave her side. Actually, Nala would only ever be affectionate with Yoonmi and attack quite literally anyone else who tried to hold her without being handed over by Yoonmi herself. This was proven when Jungkook tried to pick Nala up while Yoonmi was asleep.

The members liked to point out the little puppy bite marks on his thumbs whenever he got close to Nala after that incident.

Of course, she had to show off the little girl to her boyfriend, which is how she found herself on facetime with him.

“Oppa, look! Meet Nala!” She was grinning while holding Nala up and snuggling their faces together. The puppy turned and licked her nose, making her laugh. “This is who has been keeping me kinda busy for the past few weeks.”

Mark’s smile was big when she turned back to the screen. “No way, the hyungs actually bought you a puppy.”

“Did you just say puppy?”

She could hear a yell in the background on Mark’s end of the phone. Chenle’s voice was prominent to her, making her laugh. The green-haired boy quickly made his way into her view, making her and Mark share a quick look. They had decided to keep their relationship a secret from his members for a while, and so far they were doing a good job with Hannah’s help.

“Hey, best friend,” Chenle practically yelled into the camera, “did you get a dog?”

“Sure, take the phone,” Mark grumbled, “it’s not like I was talking to Yoonmi or anything.”

Chenle scoffed at the elder. “Oh, don’t whine. It’s not like you’re her boyfriend or anything. You did get a dog!”

Ignoring his unknowingly false statement, Yoonmi laughed and waved at Chenle using Nala’s paw. “That’s your uncle Chenle, Nala.”

“Cute,” Chenle scrunched his face at her, “your uncle Chenle’s gonna buy you a nice present! Right after your mom tells me where she got you.”

Yoonmi raised an eyebrow at hin. “And why do you want to know?”

“I heard that dogs can help ease anxiety,” he explained. “I was thinking of getting one for Hannah noona on her birthday.”

“Are people still mad about the whole being added to 127 fiasco?”

Yoonmi frowned at the implication of Chenle’s reason for getting her a puppy. She knew all too well the things people could say about her being the only girl in a group of, well, very desired men. It has been a norm for her for three years and running, and her unnie knew this.

She made sure to talk about it when the elder girl mentioned to her that she was going to be added into the group. Given the talk didn’t go too well with her crying over the whole fiasco earlier into the year, but it still happened.

Upon seeing the angry look on Chenle’s face and the sad smile on Mark’s confirmed her suspicions. Maybe that was the reason Hannah hasn’t really been responding to her. A mental note was made to check on the elder girl.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak again, there was a knock. The door opened revealing her leader.

“Hey, kiddo,” Namjoon began, “I kinda need you right now.”

She nodded at the elder and gestured for him to sit down next to her before turning back to the call. “I’ll send you the details later. I have to go, though. Bye, Chenle! Bye, Mark!”

Safe to say the call ended much faster than she thought it would. So much for showing off her puppy, but at least Nala was able to meet, well, her mom’s boyfriend. She lightly nudged Nala forward to walk to Namjoon. Her leader happily picked up the small puppy

That’s one extra thing Yoonmi was extra grateful for when her two older brothers bought her Nala. It was obvious that having a puppy with them in the dorm, around the company, and even in meetings was something that kept everyone in a light mood. Her members and the staff that worked with them were lighter on their feet and more prone to smiling.

Speaking of work, there was obviously a binder in Namjoon’s lap filled with important documents that she wasn’t sure was for. Seeing her curious gaze, Namjoon picked it up once again, lightly cuddling Nala to his chest so the puppy wouldn’t bite at the documents.

“These are for you,” he held them up. “Sejin hyung was supposed to tell you about it, but he thought you’d like to hear it from me.”

She took a closer look at it and gasped. In his hand were two scripts, something she had been hoping for but not expecting ever since she stopped voice acting after just one film. So the company was actively helping her look for roles.

“This first one is a sureball,” Namjoon handed her the script on top. “It’s pretty short, and it’s based off of a webtoon, if I remember correctly. You’re playing Kim Hyunsun. Don’t expect me to debrief you, I know nothing, but you can read the script for that. I think your filming starts on the 9th.”

Her quick skim through the pages told her she didn’t have that many lines, but that was fine with her. She was just excited to be part of… Dokgo Rewind? Interesting title.

Namjoon lightly patting her knee made her look up at him. “This one’s a little bigger. It’s a longer series. But, you have to audition for this. You’re scheduled for Monday. If it goes well, Sejin hyung says chemistry read is on Friday, and you’ll officially know if you’re in or not by the 9th as well.”

The title page looked somewhat intimidating to her, but she flipped past it and read the synopsis of the plot and the characters she could audition for. Each one of the characters looked interesting, so she would decide that later on.

It felt so strange, though, to be looking at actual scripts in her hand and not just the storyboard for Bangtan related videos. Though it’s been a few years since she found herself interested in following Taehyung’s footsteps as an actor in dramas, the opportunity really came unexpectedly.

A small bark called her attention, making her look up only to be met with Namjoon jokingly raising his hands in surrender while her puppy nipped away at his shirt’s hem.

“But,” he began while resting one hand on Nala, “it’s still up to you if you want to go for either of these. They said they’d wait for an answer until Saturday, so that gives you three days to think.”

“I think I’m gonna do it.”

The proud smile on Namjoon’s face made her feel excited as soon as those words left her mouth.

He nodded his head in approval. “That’s our little kiddo.”

Needless to say, Yoonmi both accepted the role and auditioned for the second drama. After working with an acting coach for a few weeks, she made it through the auditions and her first day of filming.

Now, most of her nerves were relieved after her first day on set from how well her sunbaes had been taking care of her and guiding her, all that was left was to hear from the long term drama. And she wasn’t the only one nervous. No, the rest of Bangtan were also constantly asking their managers about any updates. Honestly, some of the managers were pretty fed up with their constant pestering.

That’s why, when the sound of party poppers and cheers greeted her as soon as she walked into the dorm’s common area, she wasn’t surprised. Even Nala was barking along. Not that it didn’t stop her from falling over from the shock of the sudden noise, though.

“Oh my god, you guys,” she laughed while Jungkook pulled her onto her feet, “I came from my first day on set, not from my graduation.”

“Well,” Jimin squished her cheeks together after handing her her puppy, “today is a big day for you, and we want it to be as happy as possible. Did you get a message yet?”

The way Yoongi and Namjoon elbowed him didn’t go unnoticed by her. What did go unnoticed was how Jungkook and Taehyung had snuck into her backpack and taken her phone. Of course, her best friend was able to unlock it, but Hoseok took the phone from them and placed it in Yoonmi’s hands while Seokjin took Nala.

He smiled at her. “You might want to check your email before the vocal line combust in excitement.”

“I didn’t even do or say anything!” Seokjin defended himself.

She shook her head in laughter but proceeded to check her email account. Mostly, it was just things for her schedules, plans, and some feedback from their in-house producers, but there was one towards the top that stood out to her.

It was an email from Manager Sejin with the subject line: RE: Casting Result and a preview of the message saying “I think you might want to read this”.

Her eyes widening clearly caught the attention of her members as they all grew silent and stared at her in curiosity. She must have been staring at it for a while. At some point, Namjoon had lightly tapped her hands and pulled them away from where her nails were digging into her thighs. A new nervous habit that she adopted since the others kept trying to prevent her from pulling her hair out.

She looked at him gratefully before she took a deep breath and opened the email.

—

Good Evening, Miss Miya.

We hope you are doing well. The past audition process had shown us your hard-working personality as well as how well you adapt to roles that are given to you. The chemistry read also allowed for us to see how well you interacted with the other contenders, though it may need some improvement. All that aside, we are pleased to inform you that you have been offered the role of Hwang Minjoo.

Attached to this email is the cast list for you to be aware of who you’ll be working with and a further explanation of everyone’s characters so you may get a grasp of Mijoo’s nuances. Once you have emailed us that you accept the role, we will send you the script of episodes 1-4. The first table reading will be held next month to give you time to prepare. You may contact the director and executive producer for any further questions you have about both the show and your character.

Hoping to hear from you soon. Congratulations, Miss Miya. Welcome to SKY Castle.

— (see more about miya’s character here. i’m planning to write sky castle with her character in it)

It was an acceptance letter… She really got the role!

Closing her phone, she looked up at each of her members who were looking at her expectantly. “I got the role.”

A moment of silence passed over them before she broke into a grin. “I got the role!”

Cheers erupted from the seven of her members as she was brought into the center of a moving group hug. Jungkook and Taehyung were practically squishing her to the point where breathing was getting hard, while the others were saying praises all mixed in together while patting her head, shoulder, arm, or anywhere they could reach, really.

Before she knew it, she was surrounded by her members and being tossed into the air before she was settled onto her seat in their dining area with her puppy on her lap. Her day just got better as soon as she saw some of her favorite dishes spread out and some cookies on the edge of the table.

“You’re gonna do so well,” Taehyung ruffled her hair before going to his seat across from her.

“Of course she is,” Seokjin couldn’t hide the pride in his voice as he placed food into her bowl, “but, why don’t you tell us how your day went before we delve into more congratulations.”

“Well,” she began as everyone’s heads turned to face her attentively, “it was pretty okay since I filmed all the scenes at the hospital today, and the sunbaes took great care of me!”

Namjoon smiled at her. “That’s good to hear. How was it working with everyone?”

She thought back to her time on set. The director was really nice and explained things well to her, even saying she did well even in her first two or three takes. The actors all gave her tips, and Sehun had especially looked after her as they were both idol-actors. Maybe being the youngest on set also had its bonus points.

The crew had also taken to calling her a happy virus. While she wasn’t sure why, it made her feel more comfortable knowing that she was able to make them smile on a long day of filming.

“It was amazing,” her voice held a sense of resolution. “I really can’t wait to film again! I only have less than two weeks, though, considering I don’t have as many scenes or need to learn as much fight choreography as the other sunbaes.”

Jungkook nodded in approval. “I can come with you tomorrow, if you like. Some moral support, you know?”

“I don’t think you’ll like the scenes I’m filming tomorrow,” she shrugged while taking a bite of her food. Yoongi’s raised eyebrow made her laugh.

“It’s not a love scene or anything, just a bullying kind of scene,” she clarified before looking at Yoongi. “Oppa, you can’t get upset about me potentially getting a ‘love interest’ unless you’ve spent time with Mark.”

“Ah, the boyfriend,” Jimin said in an amused tone while everyone else started snickering at Yoongi’s face.

“I have,” the 93 liner defended himself. “I even have him saved on my phone as ‘Yoonmi’s boyfriend Mark’ instead of ‘NCT Mark’ now.”

The revelation caused Taehyung to snort while everyone went from held back snickers to actual laughing. Nala even let out a little yip as if she were laughing with them.

“I don’t know which is worse,” Yoonmi muttered, “but at least the effort is there.”

“Moving on,” Hoseok laughed, “let’s finish eating quickly so we can have dessert.”

Namjoon nodded but jokingly raised his hand to stop everyone from moving. He exaggeratedly stood up and held up his soda can.

“Cheers to our makdungie becoming an actress.”

A chorus of laughter went through everyone before they each raised their individual drinks.

“Cheers!”

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love languages

Characters Included: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli

Kaeya:

Giving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

-Have you heard this man's voice-lines? The dude is the literal definition of a sweet-talker.

-Will constantly be telling you how good you look in that new outfit or how well-spoken you just were or how good you are at everything your do.

-Also kind of handsy??

-Not like in an obnoxious way (well at least not all the time). Loves to have a hand around your waist when you guys are just talking at the tavern or taking a walk around Mondstat.

-Will 100% grab your ass out of nowhere and then pretend like nothing happened.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Quality Time

- On the other hand, if you grab his ass, he may pass away on the spot.

-Absolutely loves it when you initiate physical contact, especially in public. Will tease you every single time about it but loves seeing this "bold" side of you.

"Oh? Someone's a little needy today." Kaeya cooed as he turned to glance over his shoulder at the way you were currently clinging to his back. You pouted up at him, making a show of slowly pulling away.

"You don't like it? I guess I'll just need to go find someone else to hug... You think Diluc is at the tavern?" You had taken a single step away when a pair of arms wound their way around your waist.

"Hey now..." There's a bit of a warning in his voice but it's nothing harsh. His breath hits your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "I never said that."

-Has a pretty packed schedule as a captain so he doesn't have much free time to spend just chilling. So when you take time out of your equally busy schedule specifically to spend with him, he gets all warm and tingly inside.

-Especially loves it when you do the planning since again, he's a busy man. If you show up at the Knight's headquarters and are just like "get in loser, we're going on a date" he'll probably fall in love all over again.

Diluc:

Giving: Gift Giving, Acts of Service

-Mans is the second-richest person in all of Tevat. If even bring up a slight interest in something, expect it to show up at your doorstep the next day, perfectly gift-wrapped.

-Will shrug it off when you confront him about it, wondering why you're making a big deal out of something so trivial.

"Diluc why is there an army of stuffed animals on my porch?" You aren't sure what your eyes are supposed to be. The fiery-haired man before you or the 50 fluffy creatures arranged in perfectly packaged boxes sitting on the ground in front of you.

"The other day, you said you thought they were cute" Diluc shrugs as he weaves his way through the maze of little creatures to stand by your side.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU BUY THEM ALL!"

-Also likes to make things easier for you whenever he can.

-He's always offering to call you a carriage so you don't have to walk places, or make sure that all of the errands are done before you get a chance to get to them.

-He just wants to reduce any stress in your life and it's cute.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation

-Touch-starved motherfucker.

-Somewhat shy when it comes to PDA and just general affection but over time, he gets used to it and starts to crave it.

-Will never ask you for affection directly but will definitely hint at it. He'll let his hand rest gently on your shoulder for just a little bit too long, or linger after he's already said goodnight, and that's how you know that he wants some love and affection.

-Really likes when you run your hands through his hair. There's just something so soothing about it, especially since he hasn't allowed someone to be that comfortable with him in a while. May just fall asleep in your arms if you keep doing it.

-In the same way, he likes to hear praises. He's not a man who needs to be told by others that he's doing the right thing or that he's doing a good job, but it does kind of feel nice when you're the one saying those things to him.

Xiao:

Giving: Acts of Service, Gift Giving

-He feels like he has nothing of his own to give so he tries to make himself useful in the only way he knows how.

-You mentioned that there's this commission you took that's harder than you expected and has had you busy for the past few days? Oh look at that, somehow the issue is solved. The Treasure Hoarders seem to be creeping too close to the trading ports for comfort. Not anymore they're not.

-Gets borderline creepy at some points where he seems to know every little thing you're struggling with and be able to solve all your problems immediately but are you really going to complain?

-Will constantly bring you food or little things that he saw that reminded him of you.

"Here, take this."

You glance puzzled at the hand the adeptus has outstretched to you. Gently, you reach out and take whatever it is he is offering you, bringing it up to your face to observe. A soft chuckle leaves your lips. In your hands is a tiny butterfly seemingly constructed of folded and interlocking leaf strips.

"Aww Xiao, did you make this for me?"

"I... I just happened to have it," he stutters out, looking anywhere except at you. That does nothing but coax another soft laugh out of you as you gently lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, I'll take good care of it."

"... you better."

Receiving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

- Normally, he thinks the sweet-talking of mortals is just another form of manipulation. That being said, when he hears any of those sugared phrases coming from you, his heart skips a beat.

-The first few times you complemented him, he literally had to stop and process for a second because wow. That felt great.

"Mortals are so incapable," Xiao mutters as he brushes slime condensate off of his sleeve. You sheath your sword before turning back to him, a grin on your face.

"Well anyone would be compared to you. You're really amazing you know!"

He froze. They were just words and nothing he hadn't heard before from workers at the inn or humans in the past, so why was his heart beating to fast?

"Xiao?" You questioned, catching up to him and waving a hand slowly in front of his face.

Coming back to his senses, Xiao huffed, turning his head to the side to hide the red creeping onto his cheeks. "Shut up..."

-Surprisingly enough, also really really likes when you touch him. Of course, always ask first or he might just straight up deck you on sheer instinct.

-But as he gets more and more comfortable around you, he grows to love the way you will absentmindedly grab his hand whenever you want to show him something or the way you like to brush his hair gently out of his eyes when the wind picks up.

-His ears turn red whenever you touch him, no matter how innocent the touch and he will get flustered if you ever decide to tease him about it.

Zhongli:

Giving: Gift Giving, Quality Time

- For a broke bitch, he sure loves to spoil you. Will always bring you to upscale restaurants to try the most expensive dishes or take you out to the stalls to look at exquisite jewelry.

"Which one should I get?"

"Why not both?"

"And who is going to pay for that?"

"That... I did not consider."

- Likes to be around you whenever he can. He's not the busiest person now that he's basically given up the job he had for so long (spoilers???) so he has more time to spend with you.

-If you don't mind, he likes to just be around you throughout the day as you do your own thing, just enjoying being in your company.

Receiving: Quality Time

-The dude has been alive for so long, he just wants to spend some of that time with someone else.

-His favorite thing is just to wander around Liyue Harbor with you, pointing out historical landmarks or just rambling around the history of the land. Loves it when you ask him questions about things or just generally express interest in the things he is talking about.

"That section of the harbor actually used to be a theater."

"Like for plays?"

"Yes actually. However, it was demolished as a sign of the end of the cultural revolution as the city turned to trade as its primary focus."

"Oh yeah you were telling me about that yesterday!" You remark excitedly, gaze drifting around as though you are attempting to imagine the world Zhongli describes. But he is only looking at you, a warm smile spreading slowly over his face.

There is no shortage of people in Liyue Harbor to listen to his stories but only your commit them to memory almost immediately, constantly asking him questions and wanting to learn more about his world. And just for that, he thinks he may fall even deeper in love with you.

note: let me know if you guys like this and i'll do a part two with some of the characters i missed!

#genshin impact #kaeya #diluc #xiao #zhongli #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader