#i hope he doesn't move schools like he might (he lives really far away) bc i wanna see where this goes

[spaghett-onaplate]

kinda wish this one guy was gay

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I got sick again and caught a whole new virus and the doctor could've tell me what it is but I now have sores on my lips that really really hurt that, despite what it might seem like, aren't from me biting them...this is also annoying bc I can still attend school with it, or so she figured, but I don't feel like I can

I need medicine...

Anything about any au you...have an idea for you might wanna ramble about? That's great medicine...

I also used the stuff my mom gave me and I can't feel my mouth anymore lmao

ahh 3d i'm sorry D: that's really strange, i hope you find out what it is soon! and are you able to take time off of school to deal with it? i hope so :I

hmm well i will play my medical part by givin u some stuff to read!

vamp au talk below cut if you're cool like that !!

i've been thinking about aus and i'll just settle on vamp cause you seem to like that one!

i'm debating adding tubbo. if i did, he'd probably be a borrower that lives across from tommy. maybe he's the one that tells tommy that sbi are vampires! not sure tho, i might keep it strictly sbi,,,

uhh little secret! not really a secret, just a sneak peek. the first chapter opens on tommy moving out, including him being very indecisive about what to pack!

lately i've been thinking of a crack scene where phil beefs with a crow as a bat. think it'd be funny. bonus if wilbur is there (as a bat) just watching phil struggle LMAO

tommy would toootally ask for techno to train him in the arts of being a vampire before he really knows the textbook definition of one. then he gets kinda spooked off (while still asking to be trained in fighting)

one time tommy borrows (and cuts) one of techno's old-timey clothing (post reveal) without knowing exactly what it was cause the man never wore it, like, ever. wilbur overhears techno talking about it and immediately traces it to tommy. spoiler alert they both work together to dispose of it (meaning wilbur goes bat mode and they bury it. far away.)

phil after getting so attached to tommy genuinely looks for ways to turn tommy without biting him. he gets so invested. like knee deep into research. turns out there's nothing and tommy doesn't really want to be turned just yet.

in this au i'm rolling with just stomachs and no storage so if tommy ever gets stored he's falling into a shit ton of blood (does that mean techno noms him? :D)

i'm sorry i wish i could offer more! my brain is having a hard time staying awake cause i haven't done my community ritual yet. anyways, hope these suffice and that you feel better soon! :]

[beepbeepdespair]

Coincidence - a [REDACTED] x Schmitty fanfic, part 1

(Note, added 25/1/24: this fic was written in 2021, it is now long abandoned, to be honest I don't know if I'll keep it up bc I'm not sure how I feel about the ship now. We'll see)

I am... so sorry about this. I had the idea and had to execute it. I don't use wattpad anymore so this is being inflicted on all of you instead. Probably going to aim for a chapter a day but if you want more just yell at me because it's not like I have anything better to do. After this next school week it's half-term so I'll have more time to write which is nice. Anyway couple more notes before we begin, this is a non-Covid AU obviously, Schmitty hasn't met [REDACTED] before apart from the kidnapping so he doesn't recognize him (the hosts are a big friend group but [REDACTED] isn't part of it because they might rat him out to the police), these are my personal interpretations of the characters including their sexualities (I see Schmitty as pan and [REDACTED] as gay) so don't harass me over it, if something doesn't line up with canon perfectly don't kill me I don't know everything under the sun about jackbox. Ok off we go this is so bad I'm sorry-

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Cold. Cold cold cold cold cold. Really fucking cold. That's what Schmitty's train of thought sounded like as he trudged through the snow. Had it been up to his shins earlier? He wasn't sure anymore. All he knew was that he couldn't see a thing and he was lost. Lost to the point where it was almost impressive. If he'd stayed with the car he'd probably have been alright, but since when did he make logical decisions? Not today, certainly.

Ignoring the weather warning and going for a drive regardless wasn't one of his best choices, but it's not like you could blame him for it. Since the demand for his work had shot up since the third game came out, he'd been coming home at stupid hours of the morning and crashing on the couch without bothering to catch up on dinner. It felt like he lived in the recording studio now... and to the crew it felt like that too, since he only wore trousers in there once in a blue moon. Now that he had a precious day off he was desperate to get out and see something that wasn't that bloody microphone, and that was what he was doing out here.

But then of course Sod's law had kicked in and the snow had gotten heavier, and heavier, and heavier, until the car got stuck and nothing he could do would get it out. It was too far away from anywhere civilised to get a phone signal. He then made the critical mistake of getting impatient and venturing out on foot to find help instead of staying inside and cranking up the heating. By the time he'd realized how stupid that was, the car was as lost as him and he couldn't find it at all. Nice job Josh. Fucking idiot.

And now the bright white of the snow was blinding him and the cold was beginning to eat away at his feet to the point where he could barely move them. He really should have brought a map with him today, but of course he got cocky and thought he knew the area too well to need that. Turns out the world is very different with a white blanket over it. Much quieter too. As contradictory as it sounded, the silence was deafening him. He couldn't put up with this for much longer... but luckily, he didn't need to.

Suddenly the ground below him turned from white to grey, and he realized that it was a gravel path that someone had gone out of their way to clear of snow... possibly a driveway? He hoped so; a driveway meant a building and a building meant help. He smiled and followed the path as quickly as his shaking legs would allow him to, infinitely grateful to whoever had dug it out. As the path progressed it widened into what seemed to be a car park and he realized that it was indeed a driveway. For the first time in who knew how long, he looked up and then proceeded to gasp audibly in delight.

A hotel... with vacancies!

There was sure to be someone to ask for help here, and a place to stay while he warmed up was certainly welcome too. He could almost see himself in a big, big jacuzzi surrounded by attractive people and throwing back cocktails like nobody's business, forgetting what work even was... okay, maybe that was a bit too hopeful. The place did look a little run-down, but Schmitty was never the kind of person to judge a book by its cover. However, the longer he stood looking at the place, the more a bad feeling began to develop in his stomach.

As the euphoria of the idea of being saved wore off, he realized that the vibes of this place weren't the best. For some reason there was an element of deja vu too: he just couldn't shake off the thought that he'd been there before, even though he was sure he didn't recognize it. He'd never been this far in this direction before and the place was so distinctive that it would have been impossible to forget it. As a man who normally listened to his gut, he was almost tempted to walk away, but then his brain took over. What were the odds of finding another building in this vast, white landscape anytime soon? Definitely not high, and he wasn't sure his body could last any longer out here. Therefore, he decided to ignore these bad feelings and stroll right in... except he promptly passed out from the cold and landed face-first in the snow with a soft crunch. He probably shouldn't have stood still for so long.

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Okay that's chapter one down. Next one will be from [REDACTED]'s POV. Might do it later today, maybe tomorrow, who knows. It will happen though. I promise you. Anyway hope you enjoyed that!! If any of you know anyone who likes jackbox and wouldn't mind showing them this that would be lovely ^^

[sweetheartben]

Well, good morning! Could I request Roger asking out Reader constantly, but Reader is always declining him bc she doesn't know how to do relationships and to trust other people, yet she doesn't give Roger an explanation as to why she doesn't go out with him and when he finds someone else reader realises that she really really likes him and she doesn't know if it's too late. If i confused you just say so and i will try to make clearer. Again I'm freaking proud of you. LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU

i owe the hugest apology for taking 67 years to get this out but i hope you enjoy it either way!! this was a wonderful request and it felt so good to be writing in a while!!❤️

It wasn’t rare that you could be spotted at Freddie’s apartment. Mostly becuase he always insisted on you coming to all of his parties, insisting that they were awfully boring without you there. You highly doubted that, considering the vast amount of people that always attended them. And the fact that Freddie somehow managed to say hi to every single person.

But either way, here you were again; sitting in one of the plush, deep red velvet chairs in Freddie’s lavish living room, while people mingled around you. Brian was sitting opposite you with his wife Chrissie and you spent the majority of your time chatting to them, not really in the mood to talk to strangers.

You felt a bit bad for zoning out during the conversation sometimes, especially now; Brian was telling you about some fancy space museum he’d visited during their last tour, but your eyes were drawn to something across the room. A tempermental blonde drummer, to be exact. 

He was sipping on some kind of drink and licking his lips after every sip almost oblivious that you were ogling him and his every move. Gosh, he looked so good and you cursed yourself immediately after thinking that. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t allow your mind to wander there.

But then he was making his way over to where you were sitting and you shifted in your seat, hoping the cushions would swallow you whole. Preferably before Roger’s stare lit you on fire.

“How you enjoying the party, sweetheart?” his voice was clear over the murmur of the crowd. He stood right next to your chair before sitting down on the armrest. He was so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

Brian noticed your attention shifting towards the blonde so he turned in his seat and finished telling the story to Chrissie, who seemed far more interested in it than you were. 

“It’s loud, but that’s to be expected of Freddie,” you replied after clearing your throat and taking a sip of the sweet drink in your hand, flashing an innocent smile over the rim of the glass.

Roger had always been nice to you, even going as far as to ask you out on coffee dates or a simple walk to the park. You had denied all of them in a desperate attempt to keep your distance. Why? You didn’t really know, but at this point making up excuses to avoid any sort of meetings outside your circle of friends had become second nature to you. And you hated it but you didn’t know any other way.

Roger chuckled nodding along to your words before leaning down a bit closer to you so he wouldn’t have to speak as loudly. 

“I was just wondering…there’s this drive in theater that just opened up outside of London,” you already knew where this was going and your heart sank because you knew what your answer would be, “and they’re playing “Grease” tomorrow night. I remember you telling me you liked that movie so I thought you might be interested.” 

He looked so hopeful, his big eyes shining under the light of the giant chandelier Freddie had hanging from the ceiling.

It did sound like fun. A lot actually, but before you could even stop yourself the excuse fell past your lips.

“Rog, m’sorry, I’m busy tomorrow night. A friend from school is visiting and I promised to get some drinks with her,” your voice didn’t waver and you were starting to get scared at how easy lying came to you. There was no friend from school and the only place you’d be tomorrow night would be your bed as you sulked about your decision to say “no" for the umpteenth time.

His face fell immediately, the light disappearing from his eyes along with the grin on his lips. You felt like crap instantaniously but plastered on an apologetic expression anyway. God, you were a horrible person.

“Right, have fun with your friend then,” he forced a small smile on his face and tried to hide the disappointment in his voice. 

The conversation died down after that mainly because some producer came by and snatched Roger away to discuss something about studio equipment, leaving you alone again full of regret and anger at yourself. 

As you finish the last of your drink, you debate whether or not to get another one but quite frankly you feel like crying the night away so you say a quick goodbye to Brian and Chrissie, before disappearing in the crowd to find Freddie and say goodbye.

***

It’s only when you spot the leggy blonde with curly hair by Roger’s side for the third time this week that it hits you. You like him. Like him like him. 

Why else would your blood be boiling while looking at the girl twirl a piece of Roger’s hair around her perfectly manicured finger? 

Truly, you’d known for a while about your feelings but you’d suppressed them for so long that it felt like a ton of bricks had just fallen on your head. 

You have to do something. This isn’t living, pushing away any romantic encounter that comes your way. At this rate you’ll die alone surrounded by seventeen cats. And you weren’t a cat person.

For precisely those reasons and more you find yourself knocking fiercely on Roger’s door later that night with a pounding heartbeat.

“Y/N, what are you doing here so late?” Roger’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He’s standing in the doorway with soft flannel pants and a hoodie on and if you weren’t focusing on your upcoming talk, you’d be melting in a puddle.

You take a second to gather your courage and then you spill everything like a shaken up soda can.

“Roger, I am so sorry for being a horrible human-“

“You’re not-“

“No, Roger, please let me finish.” you plead and Roger slowly nods,”You have been nothing but nice to me and I’ve always rejected your offers for dates because I’m scared. I’ve never had a proper relationship and I don’t know how to do one and I’m terrified of being a disappointment. But all that isn’t a reason to be rude and inconsiderate towards you. You’re a wonderful guy, Rog, I’m sorry for being a bitch, quite frankly.”

Quiet.

“And I know that it’s too late. You and blondie are now… a thing but I just wanted you to know and you deserved an apology.”

You let out a big and relieved sigh. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. But Roger still wasn’t saying anything.

You thought about just turning around and leaving, maybe Roger hated you now or maybe he just needed some time to forgive you but before you could make up your mind, Roger grasped your hand in his and pulled you forwards. You collided with his chest with a soft oompf and settled your hands on his chest to steady yourself. 

If you thought your heart was beating fast before, it was nothing comapared to the way it pounded in your ears when Roger’s lips connected with yours. Your brain became consumed with the feel of his mouth, the way it softly glided against yours and the way Roger gently cradled your face in his calloused palms. It was, out of the three kisses that you’d had in your entire life, by far the best by a mile and more.

You pulled back and looked up into Roger’s baby blue eyes.

“I thought I was too late? What about umm…blondie?”

Roger chuckled.

“Love, I don’t care about her, I care about you. And it’s never too late for you.”

Your cheeks warmed as Roger pulled you into his apartment with a passionate kiss. 

As the door shut behind you both and Roger laughed against your lips, all you could think about was how this is what living feels like.

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