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georgiedoodles · 6 months

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📚Broppy CollegeAU | "Campus Days"

Part 3: Safety First

CW/TW: This touches on the topic of violence against others. This does not include or directly affect the main characters. Thank you.

Author's note: I'm so sorry if the formatting got weird, I copied and pasted from Word and it got a little funky. Please forgive me. ಥ_ಥ

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*ping!*

“Popville Crime Alert,

Report of Battery Case in Lot A

Earlier today, Popville Police and Campus Safety received a report from a female student that a male troll approached her while she was in Parking Lot A and threatened her with an unknown sharp object. She kicked him and fled. The incident occurred at about 8 AM on Tuesday, September 3rd, 202X. It was reported to the college a few hours later at about 11 AM. The Popville Police Department is investigating the incident.

Suspect Description

The suspect is described as a male troll, purple skin, teal ombre hair, standing at 5’7 feet tall, wearing a black hoodie and yellow yoga pants. This suspect description appears to be different from other recent cases.

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING.”

Branch was walking from Parking Lot A when he read the crime alert email. He froze, frantically looking around his environment, looking for something, for someone specific. ‘This happened today?? In this exact parking lot??’ Quickly, he made haste and arrived at his class 20 minutes early, dropping off all his belongings at his station, only bringing his phone and mace.

He ran down the hallway, stopping at the edge of the quad. To his left is parking lot A, normally where all the students park to attend their art classes. To his right past the library, is parking lot B, where most STEM students park for their classes. The question is, where do Poppy and her sister normally park? Branch had no choice but to wait, and like a hawk, was scouting around for a familiar figure. From a distance, he can see a distinct pink troll, making her way from parking lot A. Without another thought, Branch’s feet were moving on their own, quickly closing the distance between them.

On the opposite side, Poppy is simply enjoying some bouncy tunes in her earbuds, she sees a troll sprinting at full speed towards her. ‘That guy kinda looks like Branch.’ She thought to herself.

…

Wait why is Branch running?

Branch’s sprint slows as he gets closer to Poppy, his feet stomping on the ground before he comes to a complete halt in front of her. Slightly out of breath, he holds Poppy by the shoulders, checking frantically around her and them to see if there were any suspicious trolls nearby.

“G’morning Branch!” Poppy said with a confused but happy expression, she follows Branch’s eyes, slowly taking off her earbuds. “Is something the matter?” A worried expression creeps in as she sees the panic looks in her friend’s eyes.

Branch, temporarily feeling relieved, looks back at the troll in front of him. He realizes that he’s still death gripping her shoulders and quickly removes them, wiping his hands on the sides of his pants, blushing.

“Oh, sorry, I just got worried about… your safety since there was an email sent from the college.” He looks around to avoid having direct eye contact with Poppy, clearing his throat to seem normal. “I wanted to walk you from your ride but then I realized I don’t know where you and your sister park.” Branch shrugs and looks into Poppy’s eyes; she’s smiling and has a look of awe.

“Oh Branch, that’s so sweet of you!” She gently caresses Branch’s shoulders, slowly sliding her way down his arms and into his hands, holding them gently. Her eyes followed her hand movement before she looked back up at him. “It’s very thoughtful of you, although, I haven’t checked my email yet. Regardless I’m pretty grateful that you want to keep me safe.” She gives his hands a gentle squeeze, emphasizing her words to hopefully ease his worries.

Branch, flustered and blushing harder than before, feels a tingle travel up his spine, giving him goosebumps from the gesture. He isn’t too fond of physical contact, but in this case, he seems to be okay with it. They both stared at each other before the silence got too tense for Poppy.

Branch realizes that the clock tower was ringing faintly in the distance, signaling the start of the next period. class was about to start in 5 minutes, “Oh shoot, we have to head to the lecture before they start without us!” Without thinking, he holds onto Poppy’s hand while he walks with her back to class, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity.

Poppy realizes that they were heading to class, but that wasn’t what she had her attention. Instead, she was staring at her hand. The hand Branch was holding.

Branch was holding her hand.

He’s holding her hand.

Why was she getting this warm fuzzy feeling? Was she getting sick? She checked her temperature on her forehead with her free hand. Before she knew it, they were both at the door of their classroom, that’s when she felt the warmth of his hand fall from hers. The warm fuzzy feeling she felt had also faded away. She looked at the emptiness of her right hand, then to his left hand, her gaze traveling up to meet his eyes but only seeing the back of his head. Unknowingly, Branch was mentally kicking himself for holding her hand the whole way back.

Looking at Poppy from the side, he rubs his arm awkwardly “We’re here, and if you’d like I- “He hesitates, trying to find a way to ask her without seeming like a creep. He clears his throat, blinks, then quickly shakes his head, “I uh, never mind, I’m just glad you got to class safe and sound.” He rubs his arm and moves forward, holding the door open for Poppy to walk through first.

With a gush of refreshing air conditioning reminding her to focus, she smiles at Branch, “Thank you.” Her hand gently patted his shoulder, slowly sliding off, it’s as if her hand wanted to linger. Branch noticed this gesture, trying to figure out her intentions. He then waited until she was inside first before he closed the door behind them, following her to their shared art station.

Throughout class, Poppy’s mind traces back to the feeling she had earlier. When Branch held her hand, she felt warm and fuzzy. The moment he let go, that feeling had faded away. What was this sense of desire that she felt? She was facing her pallet, tracing her hand where Branch’s fingers touched, then she glanced up to her neighbor. She watched Branch, without his cardigan and in his work apron, filling up a part of the canvas with a solid color. She couldn’t help but notice how well built his arms were, and his hands-

‘SPRINKLES, POPPY GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! He’s your friend for crying out loud!!’ Poppy’s breath hitched as she snapped herself back to reality, only to realize that he was facing her, mixing another color of paint on his pallet. He had sensed that she was staring at him for a while and decided to make eye contact with her, surprising her.

“Is there something on my face…? Did I get paint on my face again?” Branch began wiping his cheek with a damp towelette, cleaning any potential stray paint blobs.

Poppy giggles. “No there’s nothing on your face, you’re fine.” Completely forgetting about her feelings before, she turns to face her canvas and continues to work until class ends.

The professor makes a comment about the email the college had released, despite a string of incidents happening to the girls targeted on campus, security will only escort students for the night classes. “If any of you need an escort or feel unsafe to walk to the car by yourself, we can walk to the parking lot together as a group, we’re safer in numbers.” With that, all the students turned to each other to create groups. Poppy had read the email during their break, a cold shiver traveled down her spine, keeping her on edge. She felt even more grateful for Branch and his protective nature that she witnessed this morning. Now that she thinks about it, what will she do when she goes to the library and waits for her sister to finish her last class? Would she need to find someone to walk with her...? She turns to her neighbor, thinking of a plan she can create to not be alone throughout the day.

Before Poppy could let out a word, Branch spoke up, “Poppy. If you’d like, would it be okay if I walked you to the library?” He was nervous asking; he was hoping that he wasn’t crossing a boundary or coming off as weird. With a quick breath, he continued, “Then, when your sister gets out of class I could walk the both of you to your car.” He was packing his paints neatly in a red tin box, organizing them by color order. He had a worried look on his face. “When does your sister get out of class?” He faced her, waiting for a response.

Poppy was relieved, she felt much more at ease knowing Branch with be there. She smiled and began, “My sister gets out at 3:30, I usually meet her at her class since it’s on the way to the parking lot.” A sense of unease creeps up on her person, she hugs herself to soothe her mind. “Funny enough I was going to ask if you could walk me to the library, it’s scary knowing these incidents are happening to the girls when they’re alone.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the idea.

Branch felt better knowing she was on the same page as him, he hesitated, then reached out to grab her hands. He wanted to make her feel safer just as she did for him in the morning, “I get out of class at 3:15, I can find you at the library and walk you to meet your sister. Then I can walk with the both of you back to your car, I’ll make sure you both get home safe.” With a gentle squeeze of her hand, they gave each other a reassuring smile. Once he lets go of her hand, they make their way out of the classroom and towards the library.

During the walk, there was a comfortable silence, they were listening to the birds chirping in the trees and admiring the sunrays peeking through the abundance of leaves hanging above them.

Branch drops off Poppy at the library, they wave a quick ‘see you soon’ and make their way to their destinations. Once Branch’s class ended, he made his way to Poppy, bringing her a water bottle that his professor was passing out. When the double doors opened, a brisk breeze greeted him, he loves that feeling whenever it happens. He makes his way through a crowd of new students, all of them studying or completing their homework for the day. It didn’t take long to find a pink-on-pink figure, sitting at a merged cubical, slumped over and asleep. Branch shook his head, he sort of expected this from her. Slowly, he sat on the opposite side of her cubicle, trying to figure out how to wake her up without scaring her.

He watched her shoulders, rising and falling in a smooth, slow, rhythmic motion. She clearly was attempting to do some work, but there was a splotch of drool on the page she left off on. He stifled his laugh, trying to stay quiet. Branch slowly slid from his seat and knelt next to Poppy, gently calling out her name.

“Poppy” … No response.

“Poppy” he said slightly louder. She grumbled something in her sleep, “Coconuts have water in them” she said with an amazed tone. This made Branch snort in response, “What is she dreaming about?” he grinned at the sight of her.

Again, Branch moved in closer and quietly spoke, “Poppy, you need to wake up, we need to get you to your sister.” This finally got Poppy to slowly open her eyes, lazily blinking, unknowingly staring at Branch. By the third blink, she realized that Branch was here, slowly sitting up “Is it 3:15 already?” she started stretching the sleep out of her body.

Branch reached from his bag and pulled out the cold-water bottle; he opened the cap and broke its seal. Then, he carefully held the water bottle in front of Poppy, waiting for her to take a sip. “Here, drink some, it’ll help hydrate you after all that drooling.” A faint sense of smugness was in his smile.

Poppy gladly grabbed the water, accidentally grazing Branch’s finger with her own, sending a wave of electricity through his hands. “Ohhhh, thank you so much, I feel so thirsty right now. That nap did a number on me.” She drank from the bottle and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Then Poppy collected her iPad, notebook, and bag from her cubicle. Branch stood and moved to the side, patiently waiting for her to lead the way outside.

The walk to her sister’s class was slightly nerve wrecking for the pair. Poppy was sticking close to Branch’s right side, clutching her bag strap with both hands, and taking quick, swift steps. Branch on the other hand was scanning their environment, looking for anyone getting too close for comfort or identifying the troll described in the email. During their journey, a male troll was riding on their electric scooter. He flew past Poppy from behind, this took her by surprise, and she yelped, grabbing a hold of Branch’s right arm. Poppy held on tight and never let go during the rest of their walk, leaving Branch distracted and blushing at the physical contact.

Soon, they made their way to the class Poppy needed to be waiting at, they had 5 minutes to burn before her sister was dismissed, so they opted to wait by the rails. The classroom was located at a 4-story brick building, they were on the 3rd floor, facing inside where the quad is. Despite the attacks, there were students bustling about around the quad, it provided peace of mind to know many were still out and about, this meant more eyes for any future events. Poppy hadn’t realized that she was still holding onto Branch’s arm, she felt a sense of security knowing he was there. Branch was still very much aware of her death grip on his arm, but he let it slide since Poppy seemed relaxed.

The couple, leaning against the rail, were enjoying the moment. The fresh breeze, the smell of the flowers nearby and the sound of large, lush trees swaying made the moment feel peaceful.

They were in their own little world. Together.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a heavy metal door opening, and many trolls were funneling out of the classroom. Poppy let go of Branch’s arm and ran into her sister’s arms, embracing for almost a minute. They both let go to look into each other’s eyes, “Viva! Did you read the email the school sent out??” They held hands with worried looks in their eyes, “Poppy, I read it after I walked into class! If I had known about it sooner, then I would’ve walked you to class before I went to mine.” Viva had a guilty expression, she felt like she was too careless about her own sister’s safety, she squeezed their hands tighter, scared at the thought of someone hurting her baby sister. “I’m so sorry, you had to walk by yourself- “

Poppy quickly cut off her sister, “Don’t worry. Branch found me while I was walking to class and escorted me to our lecture!” She waved her hand in front of her, brushing away any negative feelings that Viva felt, giving her a reassuring smile. After a few moments, Viva looked behind Poppy to see Branch, he was standing awkwardly and waiting for them to finish their conversation, he felt it was rude to interrupt their moment.

“Ohhhh, then who’s this?” Viva gestured to the bluish male troll. Poppy gasped excitedly, turning, and standing in between the two. She faced to her friend, “Okay so, Branch, this is my sister Viva!” She extended her arms towards her sister, Viva waved enthusiastically. “Viva, this is Branch, he’s my friend and classmate in my art class that I have on Tuesdays and Thursdays!” Poppy smiled widely, her teeth poking out as she waited for them to interact.

Viva gave her sister a smirk, she has many questions to ask when they’re back in the car. Turning to Branch, she quickly gave him a hug and started, “OMGEE, it’s so nice to finally meet you! Poppy has been talking a lot about you.” She blocks her mouth from Poppy’s field of view as she teased him. This comment made him blush and throw a quick glance at Poppy, ‘What does she mean by that??’, only to get a shrug for an answer.

Branch clears his throat and meekly says, “Well hi, it’s nice to meet you too.” He scoots away from Viva ever so slightly, giving himself some breathing room. “I offered Poppy to walk the both of you back to your car so that the two of you felt more at ease, traveling in numbers is safer than walking alone. Especially since the last one happened in a parking lot I use.” He gives a small smile, hoping that her sister didn’t find her weird.

Without hesitation, Viva gasps “OH! That sounds awesome, and you’re right, it’s safer to walk in larger groups. Safety first!” She gives a thumbs up and smiles brightly at Branch and Poppy,

“Alrighty, let’s go!” Poppy announces, taking the lead and guiding the group to the car. Branch and Viva walked side by side behind Poppy, listening to her begin to sing.

“Following the leader, the leader, the leader~” Marching to each beat, swaying her arms to the rhythm. “We’re following the leader, wherever she may go~” Branch and Viva tuned her out as she kept singing the same chorus repeatedly, playfully rolling their eyes at each other at her goofy antics.

Soon enough, they make it to their car. It’s a pale-yellow Volkswagen beetle, decorated on the inside were sunflowers and poppies made of paper, clearly symbolizing the sisters. Viva thanks Branch as she sits in the driver’s seat, starting the car. Poppy turns to Branch and pulls him into a tight hug, gently whispering “Thank you for helping us and keeping us company, I would’ve been terrified if I was alone.” A gloomy tone took over her cheery spirit, as if she had something else on her mind. She parted from the hug and gave him a warm smile, “I’ll see you again on Thursday.” She let her hands slowly slide off his shoulders, got into the passenger seat, and left the parking lot.

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#broppy #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls band together #trolls world tour #fanfic #content warning #trigger warning #college au

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didalexiabreakupwitholgayet · 4 months

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Hey you seem well informed but there is important context missing if you are going to open up a discussion on this topic. To be clear, the fans who are not fans of lucy based on those articles you included should not feel invalidated for that, because it does paint a weird and messy picture that she doesnt particularly take a side in the issue of mark sampsons behaviour. The period of sampson being sacked was confusing from every angle from a public pov, nikita parris, alex scott, kelly smith being some of the players who showed direct support of the manager at the time, later retracting comments when he left. What Lucy doesn't do is condone racism at any point in her answer, she vocially did not support the manager or his actions. Lucy is outspoken on matters of rasict discrimination, has been consistent to call out fan abuse towards black players, and is a huge figure for supporting her teamates in that regard. Lauren James in particular has suffered since she was a teenager with online abuse, she along with Khiara Keating have both referenced lucy as the most supportive teamate to provide a comfort when entering into the england senior team setup. She has countless close friendships with people with diverse ethinic backgrounds that I won't create a list but for anyone who followed her career across clubs its clear enough to see. I understand that you explained the issue of idolising public figures, and people are not perfect etc. But this interpretation of Lucy sends me to another level of frustrated with this trend across online fanbases to quickly form very strong opinions, and stand by that opinion with limited information, in this case they take no time to learn who she really is as a person.

anon - if you can provide the links to an apology, etc. i'll gladly take a look. i know nikita parris has done so during the black live matters movement. are you saying lucy took a side in that situation and actually supported aluko? because when someone doesn't take a side in a situation when one party is found to have used racist language, then that's actually taking a side. please fill me in where i am missing context. i'm asking genuinely.

and i'm sorry but being friends with a black person now and being supportive of refugees and speaking out against racist discrimination now doesn't automatically absolve you of past conduct when lucy should have been a better teammate, period. i think we can at least agree on that point? because lucy's words in that interview speak for themselves, and they don't seem supportive?

and that goes for others on the england national team, too. just because we're talking about lucy now doesn't mean that others weren't also part of the problem.

when i'm talking about being a good teammate and standing up for what's right, i'll give you some examples in spain of putting your neck on the line and when it stops being just wanting to focus on football and being annoyed at distractions, but about something more:

vero boquete and vicky losada gave up their entire national team careers following the 2015 world cup to call out the abuses going on within the national team and the poor conditions that their fellow teammates were going through.

mapi, patri, pina, lola gallardo, and the rest of the "las 15" standing up for themselves and their teammates only to be absolutely crucified by the federation and media, have their concerns dismissed, and called spoiled brats.

mapi, patri, pina, lola and those who decided not to return to the selection in 2023 and give up their world cup dreams and national team careers for what they believe in.

alexia and irene taking a stand and testifying on behalf jenni hermoso, only to be called groomers and sexual predators by the media and accused of taking advantage of younger female players on the team (as the reason why they wanted vilda and rubiales removed because they were preventing them from doing that).

in contrast, i have called out spanish players ivana, athenea, and even misa for their conduct during this time.

do i still like misa today and think that she's learned her lesson and grown up a lot? yes i do! but i'm not going to make excuses for her because she should have known better and has fucked up in the past.

similarly, i am one of the biggest jenni hermoso fans around. but jenni hermoso royally fucked up when she mocked the haka, along with other players, on new zealand soil. will i make excuses for her? no, she did a bonehead thing and the team apologised for it, as they should have.

i think we can acknowledge that players we like have made mistakes in the past or handled situations really poorly and should have done better, period.

#nikita parris #futfem #woso #rfef ruins all the good things

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systemic-stupidity · 28 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/systemic-stupidity/756203930375143424/im-so-bored-someone-plz-send-me-asks-lol?source=share for this ask game

🩷 📻 ⚡️ 🌳 🍰

Omg our first ask!!! Thank you!!

🩷- do you have any subsystems?

Yup! We have one: Corvo is the host of a subsystem of two alters, himself and Orev.

Their existence and relationship to one another as well as the greater system is complicated; Corvo split due to our nightmare sleep disorder and one particularly stressful month of nightmares which all followed the same character (him) and storyline. So he came prepackaged with a backstory and abilities like shape shifting into a secondary form, which we referred to as his ‘nightmare form’. That nightmare form was a weird raven monster that was indeed just another shape for Corvo to take, and then… Well. Over time, they gradually became more and more distinct from one another until they split into a subsystem, with the human host Corvo and his nightmare form, now known as Orev. (I hope that all makes sense, I know it’s confusing- feel free to ask more questions about them and we can try to clarify!)

📻-does your system have any in-sys relationships? (Familial, romantic, platonic etc.)

Also yes! We have quite a few lol. Addy and Alex (who we don’t mention much since they’re purely internal nowadays) are a married couple who act as moms to the younger alters. Two of said young alters consider each other brothers. Ushejiel and Corvo are dating, and Ushejiel has a platonic relationship with Reno. I think that’s all of them?

(Damn we really need to make like. A master post of all of our alters so we don’t just throw names at you lol)

⚡️-what does switching feel like to you? Does it vary between alters?

Oh god, it varies between alters, between what triggered the switch, how tired we are… it changes a lot. Generally, it’s pretty subtle, like a very slow shift in hue between colors, where you can’t quite pinpoint *precisely* when that purple became green, but you can identify at the very end that yup, that was purple and this is green now. That or, for deliberate switches, we conceptualize of it as literally taking someone’s hand (or gently guiding them by their shoulder, waist, etc) and pulling them away from front and taking their place, a similar motion and sensation to helping someone through a doorway or stand from a sitting position. In those cases, we can quite literally feel the sensation of someone’s hand and our head feels a little like we did a half-turn, even if we’re completely stationary.

🌳-do alters have their own rooms/areas in the headspace?

Yup! We actually have a map of our houses around here somewhere… but our headspace is made up of a grouping of houses in the middle of a dense forest, plus a library. One home is for Addy, Alex, and the younger alters;Ushejiel, Corvo, and Reno share another home. Our gatekeeper, Simon, lives in the library. Everyone else either has their own homes or kind of float between guest rooms.

🍰-are you ‘out’ as a system to anyone?

Another yes! Some of our close friends know, as do our partners. Actually, so does one of our professors who is also our advisor for our master’s degree- we had to explain to her why we kept changing topics and why settling on a thesis was so difficult. We ended up actually writing an award winning essay about having DID, although remained anonymous when submitting it for safety.

Sorry this was so long 😅 evidently we have a lot to say today!

-M

#📚#endos dni #system info #system ask game #ask game #ask and ye shall receive #thank you again though!!!#this was super fun #and also made us think about aspects of our system we haven’t thought about in quite some time

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ruthlesslistener · 11 months

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Different anon here (putting that just in case so you dont get mad or whatever), you did hit first. Claiming others are "icky" or "dangerous" is a lot more serious than you think, especially with lots of followers like you. And if you wouldn't mind me saying this, but it doesn't look like a sincere apology to me when you add the last bit that says "Well. We hurt each other so there". Can't you apologise without making things about yourself? The reply isn't meant for me, but I kinda notice you have this tendency where you make things about yourself in the end in a lot of your old replies concerning this issue you made for yourself. Which I think also helped fuel the flames to the old problems you faced. Idk, maybe its cause I'm so sick of seeing popular fanfic writers/artist control fandoms whether unintentionally or not. They also apologise like you, making the other party look bad by making it all about themselves.

(First off if this comes off as angry I apologize, I'm not angry I'm tired and confused)

I mean. Yeah I did say that it was gross, but I'm pretty sure I've already said that the error that caused the problem was that I had a completely different perception of what I was talking about than what was actually being said (a genuine error on my part), and also that I didn't realize my words had the connotations that they did, which was another misstep that lead to hurt feelings. Both of those were genuine mistakes caused by me a.) Not knowing what the fuck I was talking about and b.) me forgetting the fact that people don't have the same ideas about fiction that I do. Not really sure what else to do other than repeat that it was a mistake over and over, since the only other option would be to delete what I said but that would be dishonest and wrong. I DID fuck up.

As for the apology, I am sincere that I didn't mean to cause harm, but I am also sincere when I said that the response hit a specific trigger and hurt me as well- because it did. It did hit that specific trigger zone and I see no reason why I shouldn't be clear about it, especially since I wanted to make it apparent that I wasn't just shitting on people and dragging their name through the mud because I have some social status I wanted to flaunt or w/ever. I assumed it would make anon feel better while also asserting the fact that their behavior wasn't exactly okay either because I DID repeatedly say that I wanted the topic to be dropped and it didn't. Even the ground, try to lay down rules to prevent future conflicts, that sort of thing. It was a two-part statement- one, the apology and admittance that I was wrong, and two, the showing of vulnerability on my part to prove that I view myself as on equal standing as them and that I am also flawed and inherent to biases, while also pointing out how to not cause future conflict. I assumed that would be the most effective. I didn't even consider the fandom pov thing or power dynamics, bc this at its core was a misunderstanding between two people that had the misfortune of happening on a public platform.

I will agree that I do have an issue with talking about myself though, because to be frank, my own pov is kind of the only thing I know and so explaining my thought process as it goes is the familiar beaten path. When I say that I'm autistic and have been isolated my whole life apart from one friend (also isolated) and my immidiate family, that isn't a lie. I didn't start talking to more than the same 3 people for extended periods on a regular basis until I was 17. And those three people were my mom, my bff, and a close friend I picked up in high school when I was 15. And even then, those talking periods would be no longer than an hour at a time. This isn't a good thing by any means nor a method of excusing myself, just a means of explaining why I do it and that it's not because I think the world centers around me, just that I have to translate what I think to it for communication with other people to start making sense. Its def. something that I struggle with in even basic conversations, though I am working on that via interjecting various questions and comments about other people vs just proccing an infodump. It's most likely a low empathy issue that I still need to learn workarounds for, because I'm a very low-empathy autistic.

I CAN say that I grow more tempted to just delete and remake to start anew by the day, though, because the thought of being popular and having an influence/being on a pedestal puts me in a state dangerously close to a panic attack. The problem is that I cannot figure out a way to do that in a manner that would actually work, plus I cannot tolerate change.

But genuinely, the thought of power dynamics...it frightens me. My ideal would be a world where I can just push my thoughts and writing out and not be seen at all, except that I can't manage that because then I'd have nobody to discuss hyperfixations or special interests with. I don't WANT to have any sway over people. And its partially because of things like this- because I don't want to fuck up by tripping over an unseen landmine of a social error and then have my reaction be absorbed uncritically, or have that error be held under scrutiny. It makes me feel sick

#sorry this is probably just upsetting and frustrating to you. but i dont know how to pjrase it any other way #if i express my sorrow over the issue more clearly thats manipulative. and im not angry #nor do i think its just about me- i just dont know anything ELSE to say. i cant place myself in the other anons shoes #so this is all i have for sincerity #my apologies for that #anon #reply

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kyndaris · 2 years

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Hey There, You’re an All Star

Contestant number three followed a week after number two. His name, or as how he shall be referred to in these blogs will be Shrek. Why? Because during our Hinge chats, he subtly slid in the lyrics of one of the most one hit wonders of all time. And because, afterwards, when I relayed my experience to my friends, I told them that he ‘Smash-Mouthed’ me. And no, dear readers, I know where your garbage brain has gone, but get it out of the gutter!

Our meet-up was a simple affair at a local shopping centre in a suburb of Sydney. More specifically, it was in the north-west corner of the greater Sydney region. No, not Richmond with all the flooding. A bit more north and a little less west.

Still confused? Excellent. I wasn’t going to specify exactly where it was in case there are Sydneysiders that read my blog and somehow manage to track me down.

To be fair, it was probably the most tamest of encounters: out in public and in broad daylight. Though I tried to recruit my friends to spy on us, they all decided to head elsewhere.

The cowards.

Instead, I had a work colleague serving as my eyes and ears during the meet-up. Celebrating his birthday, he was also in the area with his girlfriend to enjoy a subpar lunch at Crinitis.

And even though it’s been a few weeks since (of writing at least), I’m not sure if I’m thankful for his presence or if I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

The way he winked at me behind Shrek...

The stalker photo of us shopping...

You know what? I’ve changed my mind. Maybe murder truly is the answer.

For, at this rate, my stainless reputation at work will be ruined! How will I continue to be a Goddess among mortals when they have glimpsed behind the curtain and seen the truth of who I am?

It shall not stand!

But back to the date on hand.

Despite the fact that I had received a phone call from a friend’s mother asking if said friend was in my car (they weren’t) and that I was desperately trying to organise a way for their mother to get in touch so that they could pass off the car keys (firing off messages left, right and centre after parking), I arrived earlier than Shrek.

He, like many that frequent this shopping centre, was struggling to find parking. And instead of parking close by, he had parked all the way on the other side of the shopping complex. Initially, reading what he had messaged me, I had assumed he had found a spot in the mall opposite our immediate meeting venue. And so, I stationed myself near the pedestrian crossing, expecting him to appear.

While I did not encounter Shrek (as he had parked not where I had expected and had subsequently approached through the shopping centre and was therefore behind me), I did bump into my work colleague and wished him a ‘happy birthday’ before greeting his girlfriend.

After advising them of what the next hour or so would entail, I returned to my waiting spot, eyes on my phone for any indication from Shrek whether or not they had arrived. After getting an idea of what he was wearing and having a look around the plaza, I spotted him near the entrance and walked on over to greet him. Introductions made and with our stomachs growling, we headed to the closest restaurant: Korean fried chicken. Or, as I like to refer to it, my favourite type of KFC.

Over lunch, we talked about family, our interests and what we else we had planned over the weekend. You know, the riveting type of conversations you usually have when you meet a person in the flesh for the first time. And even though it’s not a job interview, you’re still desperately trying to impress. Just a little. So, maybe it was a little stilted as we were trying to find safe topics to navigate through.

No longer was it as easy to converse as it was through chat.

Although, to be honest, many of my friends do find me much more loquacious via written communication than verbal. But! On the plus side, my interactions in the work place and my desire to know everything about someone else’s life has made me a bit more adept at verbal wordplay! Huzzah!

In the end, I confirmed that Shrek had a sister (there was picture of him and her on his dating profile - one in which he hadn’t scrubbed out her face), that he was lactose intolerant (to a degree) and that much of his extended family were located overseas in the UK and the US of A.

Our chat was nice and it seemed like Shrek was the type of person to listen, if apologise for my life situation a bit too much. Certain parts of it can suck. But sometimes it’s also the attitude you bring to those circumstances - as some might say. I’m not all about the self-pity party, even if I do like to complain about the direction my life has gone on the rare occasion. Certainly, it’s not the perfect life that I wish it to be, but when has life ever gone so swimmingly for the normal person?

That aside, we also had an enjoyable chat after lunch as we did some shopping. We stopped at Good Games, where I picked up another board game.

The meet-up was somewhat ruined by the fact that Shrek feared I was not familiar with where the shop was located and he tried to point me towards its. Despite the fact that I’d frequented this shopping centre for goodness knows how many times in the past several years.

It was kind of cute, even as I recalled the moment one of my previous work colleagues also tried to explain the suburb of Mays Hill because most others hadn’t heard of it. Mate, I used to live around that area throughout most of my childhood. I know where it is.

In fact, I know a lot of things. But let’s not go there.

The spectrum of INTJ, INFJ and ISFJ are showing.

Once we had surveyed all that there was on offer, even stopping by the Lego store, I walked Shrek back towards his car. Well, not his car exactly - but to the carpark before making my trek back through the shopping centre to where I had parked my car to while away the hours at a friend’s place before heading over for a conjoined house-warming and birthday celebration for a close friend.

Did the first meet-up go well? My work colleague seems to think so. After all, if things hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t have gone shopping together.

So, how well does Shrek stack up to the other people I’ve met through the dating app? And who should I present my rose to in this episode of Kyndaris: The Bachelorette?

From what I can see, a second date would be in order. Just to get a better feel of their social circle and of any other shared interests we might have. Certainly, he seems the type to be supportive and understanding, while also having his own things that he loves and cares dearly about - a trait that I find good because I think I’d also prefer my own time to do my own things.

But...well...it’s just so hard to make a call right now.

At this stage, I have to say that Pickles and Shrek are in the lead.

Will I have meet-ups with anyone else? Who knows. It’s just so hard to determine what makes a good fit and what might eventuate into something more.

Am I scared about commitment at this stage?

Hell yes! It’s only been the first time I’ve met them. Love isn’t like how it is in Disney movies (and while I enjoy them, I do not endorse falling in love with the first person you meet). For me, I think it comes with time and familiarity and getting to know a person and wanting the same things out of life.

It’s not about the lust or the love.

It’s about who I can live a life together with.

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Fanfiction: You Always Meet Twice

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Chapter 30

Nick accepted that he had to stay quiet for Morrie's sake, even though he was disappointed to not share last night's experiences. Now he was alone with his mind-blowing adventure and he had to digest it all by himself. It appeared that for Morrie, this had been just another stupid idea, practically a disaster. The man didn't even scold him. Was silence worse than scolding? It looked worse. Morrie didn't seem to care about his new ability either. Nick craved to put that to use, to impress him. So he tinkered with these thoughts.

In the village, Nick greeted all passing Wastrels again. He felt safe, because Morrie didn't tell him to ignore them. The fact that some people seemed to remember him raised his spirits. It felt good to be not entirely irrelevant to other people, even though it was far from his old glory. Looking around, he still spotted new areas and buildings. He would've loved to wander around and explore them, but sadly, this wasn't the time. Seeing other people's campfires made him admit that a warm meal would indeed be nice.

Outside the village, their journey was abruptly ended by a flying stone. Luckily, it landed a few feet away from them. They quickly threw themselves on the ground. “No, no not this fucker again!”, Morrie ranted. “How did I forget about this?” Lying in a bush of yellow flowers, Morrie put his arm around Nick, still thinking of protecting him in his exhausted state. Nick considered that to be very cute. “But they're no problem, right?”, he whispered back. “We just outrun them like last time.” “Yeah”, Morrie gasped. “Another waste of energy, great!” In need of a better plan, he viewed the area. “Wait. There's another way. Slow, but better in our case. We sneak past and use the tall flowers to hide.”

Nick eyed the hill where their ominous attacker lived. “Would be nice to know how many they are. Perhaps we can take them out, stop them, so we don't have to deal with them again.” “And how do you think to do that? We have other problems now.” “Can't we crouch around the hill and take a look? There are enough hiding spots and those guys don't seem to be very smart.” “This would be more dangerous.” “I can run.” “Yeah, now. But we don't know for how long.” “Please, Morrie”, Nick urged him. “Next time we forget again they might hit us. And they could hurt others. Someone has to take them out.” Morrie gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But we need to be careful. I'll go ahead and give you signs. When I say we turn back, we turn back, okay?” “Okay.”

Morrie admitted it wasn't wise to ignore attackers in the Garden. The situation could get worse if they didn't stop them. But if this turned out hopeless, all they could do was avoiding this route altogether. Morrie blamed himself for even walking into this trap again. If he wasn't so tired, he wouldn't have forgotten. He moved most carefully and then gestured Nick to follow. He was astounded by how fast the spoiled rockstar hurried into the next bush. All that from a drug? He shook his head. What else made sense? Anyway, Nick's new agility made the plan much easier to execute. Soon, they could look behind the hill. Morrie felt a weight lifted from his chest when he spotted a single man standing on a platform and holding up a rock. The Wastrel was so far away, he only recognized the silhouette of the man. Nick arrived next to him a second later.

Then they could hear the man shout. “Come here, you sinners! Come here, blasphemers! I shall execute the judgement of the Lord upon you! I shall stone you with stone!...” While the speech went on, Nick and Morrie exchanged glances. “Another God?” Nick was confused. The recent events made him take that topic very seriously. “Don't tell me you wanna join him now.” Morrie was just as serious. Nick unsurely viewed the man on the hill. “Doesn't look like he accepts any newbies.” “If that's your only concern.” “I'd like to talk to him. Tell him we're not hostile.” “Oh, Nick, you...” Morrie bit back his remark and instead went for: “He's too hostile himself. And it's impossible to get to him from here. We must make sure if he has worshippers around.” “Okay.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I'm fine. Don't you see me dash?” “I do...I just can't believe it's so easy.” Morrie looked Nick into the eyes. The former rockstar returned a confident smile. “Come on, I'll make it. Still enough flowers here.” Morrie sighed again. “Alright.”

When they went on, they came across a sign that said “Trespassers will be stoned!” “Another one of these nice warnings”, Morrie scoffed. “At least it's proof that his isn't a misunderstanding.” “That makes no sense. What did we do to him, other than passing by?” “That's enough, apparently.” Nick viewed the hill that presented itself from yet another side. “Aw, what a sweet little home he has.” Morrie turned his head as well and found the platform. It was a rather narrow structure, build out of wooden planks, with a rug and a chest on it that resembled an altar. Morrie scrunched his nose at it. He had enough of these. The only positive information he got was that there were no worshippers.

“Okay, it's just this one bloke”, he concluded. “The problem is, there's no way to get to him without being seen.” Right before this side of the hill lay the remnants of another road. Whoever approached it would expose themselves. “And I'm tired. Let's just go home. We avoided him, that's all we needed.” Nick eyed the platform. His body was tense and he had a spark in his eyes. “I am fast enough”, he whispered. “I can get up there before he notices me.” “But what then?” Morrie was startled. “Even if you make it, he could be stronger than you...” “Not if I dart at him first.” Nick seemed to aim with his eyes. “He won't see what's coming.” He doubted the strength of this slim figure. Morrie was a way different calibre.

Morrie's heart pounded. “Don't risk it. We'll come back later with a better plan...” “And how many people will he stone until then?” Nick's eyes were full of determination. The other man gasped and shook his head. “You don't have to play the hero. I won't blame you. You're not ready...” Nick's expression startled him. “I am ready.” A second later, he sprinted out of his safe spot. Morrie made a helpless sound, then choked it to not announce Nick to the attacker. Holding out a hand and pressing the other against his mouth, he watched in horror how the rockstar darted at the hill.

Nick felt fantastic. His body rejoiced at the movement. Bushes and flowers passed by so rapidly he felt like flying. The hill came closer. With a few jumps, he entered the platform and simply darted at the man, grabbing him by the arms. They both crashed against the wooden planks. Nick struggled a bit, while the man screamed his lungs out: “Sinner! “Heretic! Accept the judgement of the Lord upon you!” Despite his struggles, Nick had no problem holding him down. His knees fixated the man's legs and he pressed his wrists down with his hands. “Hello? Hey, do you hear me? I'm not your enemy”, Nick tried to talk sense into the man, but he didn't hear him or didn't care. He kept shouting and winding. Nick eventually felt sorry for him. When he pondered what to do with him, Morrie came up the ladder, ready to strike with a pointy branch.

“I got him”, Nick said quickly. Morrie stared at the two men while the branch remained unused. “Sinners! All of you! Let me go!” The attacker sounded more and more desperate. “Stop throwing stones!”, Nick shouted back, also frustrated. “Why don't you listen?” “You shall be punished by the Lord, thy God!” “But now you've been punished! Perhaps your God isn't too glad about what you're doing?” As an answer, the man burst into tears, leaving Nick to gape. “Oh, Nick...you broke another man's heart”, Morrie commented. The former rockstar gave him a helpless look. “What should we do with him?” Morrie sighed. “He's totally gone, isn't he?” “No! No! I can hear you!”, the man suddenly yelled. “Please, let me go!” “Oh, now you're talking!”, Nick scoffed. He didn't like being ignored. “And how do we know you're really leaving?” His companion was stern. “I...I...My prayers aren't heard here. I'll go somewhere I'm more appreciated”, the man stuttered with wide, begging eyes. “And kill people there”, Morrie deadpanned. “No” I'm not a killer! I'm a messenger of God!” “That's even worse.” “I promise! I'm a preacher, you won't hurt a preacher, right? You're not that far gone.” Morrie looked as if he'd negate that. Nick felt a lump in his throat, fearing that his would get out of hand.

“Morrie, no...”, he pleaded. “We can't do this. Him leaving is all we need.” “And how do we know he's leaving? I don't want to watch over this path now.” Nick pondered. “We could tell the Headboys.” “Oh, playing dirty now?”, Morrie smirked. “Sure, if they take over this place they're at least not throwing stones. But this is too close to the road for my taste. The water pump is close enough.” Nick gave Morrie another begging look. “Please, Morrie...You didn't hurt me...” “That was different. You're not a killer.” “We don't know if he is.” “He won't confess for sure.” “Please, you're good people”, the man tried again, “I can see that now! You were never meant for the punishment! I regret everything!” Nick's green eyes could melt a stone. “Morrie, please...what if he really is a preacher?”

Morrie sighed deeply and pressed his eyes shut. There was Nick being religious again. He didn't want to hurt Nick, he only wanted this lunatic gone. As his anger faded, he noticed that he didn't want to go that far either. He doubted that the so-called preacher would become a sane person again, but if he began to take down people who went crazy in the Garden, where would he stop? “Alright, you're lucky. Others wouldn't be so nice”, he spat at the man. “Oh thank you! You shall be blessed...” Morrie held up a hand and the man fell silent. “I guess I know what you're looking for”, he went on, fighting with himself. “There's a church in Barrow Holm and a functioning society. They won't fancy having any of them stoned, so be warned. But if you behave...” The man lit up. “A church you say? Is that possible? Oh, you must be sent by the heavens! Tell me, where is this Barrow Holm?” Morrie described the way to him.

Nick finally released the preacher and crawling away from him, he was surprised that the man didn't start running. Morrie held the branch in front of his chest to make a point. The preacher, however, rummaged in his pockets in his shredded clothes. “Wait a moment, my friends. Let me give you this.” He brought out a key. “It's the key to my secret stash. I can finally leave it behind. I will be a different person. Take all you need. Everything that's in my drawers is yours, too.” “Aren't these your personal belongings?” Nick felt uncomfortable taking them from the man. “Hardly, my friend. I don't need them anymore. I've found my path again. Blessings upon you, and farewell!” The preacher skipped away in bliss.

Nick got onto his feet, clapping the dust from his hands and trousers while Morrie held the key. “See?” Nick beamed. “He's not so bad! And we have a treasure chest now!” Morrie furrowed his brows. “Weird that he handed this out. It's maybe just his old socks.” “Well, open it.” He busied himself with the lock. When it opened, the chest seemed empty at first, but then his glimpse fell on a piece of paper. “Another note?” He inspected it. “Oh.” “What is it?” Nick appeared next to him. “Looks like a map...a treasure map. I guess this guy fancied himself a pirate, too.” “Can you see where it leads?” “Huh...” It showed a place next to a well. Morrie remembered he had seen one before. “I have a mild guess.” “Awesome!” “Ah, don't get too hyped yet. I might be wrong. Let's see what's in the drawers.”

They found bobby pins which Morrie valued more than a treasure map, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, boxes of matches, more stones and rotten vegetables. They took the pins, the rubbing alcohol and the matches and filled their bags with the loot. “That's all there was”, Morrie said, closing the drawers. “I'm glad this is over.” “Yeah, no more stoning in this part of town”, Nick answered with a smile. “And we helped this guy, he wasn't totally crazy.” Morrie fought back a smile. Only his mouth corners twitched. “At least he's gone.” He fell silent when they continued their way home. The fear he had felt when Nick had stormed up that hill had given way to great relief and a silly kind of happiness he couldn't handle. Now their bags were full and the road was clear. And Nick was unscathed. It felt good to walk side by side with him.

Nick had hoped that Morrie would be content now. Perhaps even say something nice to him. The silence was not what he had hoped for. Too tired, maybe? He tried to look him in the eyes and Morrie accidentally met his gaze. When they stared at each other, Morrie suddenly cracked Nick a warm smile, making his insides tingle. Nick beamed back and Morrie held his smile until he had to look back at the road. From that moment on, Nick felt accepted, even though the silence remained. He had no interest in the Headboys when they crossed them. He only had eyes for Morrie.

He became excited when they finally reached their house. He felt like he approached it as a completely different person. Morrie stopped him again, attempting to look for intruders. “Let me help”, Nick whispered to him. Morrie flashed another sudden smile before he answered: “You're my backup. Stay a few steps behind me, so they can't attack us both at once.” “Makes sense.” “Of course it makes sense, it's my plan”, Morrie felt comfortable enough to brag. Nick smiled, but also eyed Morrie for any traces of reproach or scolding in the usual manner. “I'd never doubt you.” Morrie nervously cleared his throat and turned his focus back on the house. Like this, they searched the floors until they could safely say that nobody else was there.

When Morrie's tension fell and his body relaxed, the fatigue and hunger came back to him. For Nick's sake, he decided to eat first. “Finally, let's put away our loot and make us something to eat. Would you mind...?”, he pulled his bag over his head. “...to put the bobby pins into the chest under the stairs? You can keep whatever you like in your own chest of course. We owe this stuff to you.” “Oh...” Nick accepted Morrie's bag, lighting up even more. “Was that a compliment?” Morrie looked around in the room as if there was something very interesting to see. “I guess so...” Then he took a deep breath and decided to be honest. “Yes, it is a compliment...You....You're learning faster than I thought...Not only that...you surprise me...in a good way...Whatever you did to...” He struggled. “...even if it's just the drug, you used it well...”

Nick listened to every word, hung on his lips. Morrie found him so very adorable in this moment. “Even though it was very risky to just run for it like that...”, Morrie added. His heart jumped at the thought. “You...I was worried you'd dive head first into a disaster.” For a second, Nick thought about playfully teasing him, like 'so you worry about me?' , but he didn't want to ruin the mood. The shy Wastrel was finally opening up to him, he needed to be tender now. Plus, Morrie had always been worried about him. A few outbursts of anger didn't change that. Something worried him thought. “So...uh...it was not really a good plan, huh?” His green eyes begged for Morrie to say otherwise. Morrie indeed felt like he needed to be nicer. Dammit, this wasn't meant to complain about him!, he scolded himself.

“I didn't know you'd be so...uh...smashing.” Nick chuckled. “It was dangerous, though. The guy could've drawn a knife and stabbed you, or waved it around and hurt you by accident...did you think of that?” “Uh, honestly, no, but I thought about running so fast he wouldn't notice me until it's too late.” “And that worked out fine.” Now even Morrie chuckled a little. “You really are...what did you call yourself? A power cell?” Nick answered with a smug grin. “People didn't call me that for no reason.” Morrie furrowed his brows. “People called you that? Really?” “Sure. It was one of my many names.” “I thought they called you he corduroy-clad wonder?” Nick laughed. “That too, I guess. They had a name for everything.” “Yeah, the corduroy-clad, jade-eyed, moustachios wonder...”

“Oh, great Wellington....” Nick leaned against the doorframe, very nonchalantly, in a way that should be forbidden. Morrie couldn't pull his gaze away. “You know them all, hm?” “Er...not all of them...” Morrie cleared his throat. “What I'm trying to say is...I'm glad you didn't get hurt and...I'm glad you're back in one piece.” Morrie tensed. He felt hot and cold, reliving the memories again, and spilling his feelings to Nick. But he felt that Nick deserved to hear this. The former rockstar didn't answer. He opened his mouth a little, as if he wanted to speak, but then the moment was over and he pressed a hand against his chest. “Nick?” Oh, no, what if the drugs...? When Nick lifted his head to look at Morrie, his eyes glimmered wet. Morrie froze. Really?

Nick was overwhelmed by his own feelings. He had been fighting for this moment ever since he lived with Morrie. And now that this happened...he just didn't know what to do. A heavy weight was lifted from his chest. He hadn't known it had been there. “I'm sorry”, he sobbed. “I'm...overly sensitive when I'm high...I should take care of these bags now...” He lifted one up as if he needed to show Morrie. Also Morrie didn't know what to do. He gulped back his own tears while he watched Nick walking downstairs. After looking around aimlessly, he remembered what he meant to do. He fetched two cans of beans from the drawer and went downstairs himself to prepare the meal. When he went back to Nick to ask for a box of matches from their loot, the rockstar still had wet eyes and sniffled. Trying for an explanation, Morrie assumed that last night took a toll on both of them.

When the fire peacefully crackled and the pot of beans bubbled and spread a delicious smell, Morrie had to be careful not to fall asleep. The fire warmed him and the carpet felt like the most comfortable surface in the world. He stirred the beans to keep himself awake. Nick's mouth watered at the smell. After nothing but berries, this was a true delight. He wondered where Morrie found these. Probably at random somewhere in these empty houses. And what happened when they ran out of cans? Nick' didn't want to imagine. They needed to search another house, he realized. He needed to pull himself together.

The sight of Morrie at the campfire made him melt. He came closer, leaned against the chimney and viewed he peaceful scene. Morrie looked up, happy to see that Nick's eyes were dry. In an usually peaceful moment, they smiled at each other. 'Hey pretty one', Morrie said in his head. Nick was very pretty today. Why was he still standing? Didn't he dare to come closer? “Are you okay?”, Morrie asked softly. Nick nodded. “Yes.” Well then. Morrie stirred the meal again.

“And you?” Nick said, then he grimaced. Morrie looked up again. “I mean...apart from being tired and...” Nick gulped and ruffled his hair. “And hungry and everything you already said....I should probably shut my mouth for today...” Morrie found him very adorable. He wanted to ruffle this hair himself, tell him it was okay. “Hey, don't be so harsh to yourself. You're tired, too, even if you don't feel it yet...”, he answered softly. Nick helplessly smiled as he fought back another wave of tears. He didn't believe what he heard. “I'm okay...I hope the beans are done before I fall asleep.” They chuckled. “Hey, why don't you bring us the bowls from the kitchen?”, Morrie recalled. Nick slapped his forehead. “Oh, sure.” When he came back with the dishes, he put them next to Morrie on the carpet. Then Morrie crouched aside to make place for him and the man finally sat down.

“Hmmm.” Nick closed his eyes, taking in the sudden warmth on his skin. “That feels good.” Morrie agreed, but probably for a different reason. His gaze got caught on Nick's exposed chest, the neck, his beautiful face...Then he quickly jerked his head away. Later, with a bowl of hot soup in his hands, Nick realized how hungry he was. Both ate with great appetite. After their meal, they rested in front of the fire for a while longer. Morrie savoured the moment and Nick's feelings were similar. He enjoyed being close to Morrie in their peaceful togetherness. He felt that for the first time, they agreed on something. He couldn't stop smiling, not as an attempt to cheer someone up, but because of the pure joy he felt. He could sit like this forever, warm and sated and right next to this handsome man.

Morrie got up when he couldn't handle it anymore and put the fire out. “It's bedtime, Nicky.” The name just slipped. “Aw” Nick said with a pout. “Yeah, I'm sorry”, Morrie felt saying. “I just can't keep my eyes open anymore. And you should try to get some sleep, too.” Nick got up. “I guess you're right.” He stretched. “I'm glad we still have beds.” “We're lucky.” Nick gave him a doubtful look and then noticed that Morrie wasn't kidding. He let out an unsure chuckle. “Alright.” They went upstairs together in blissful harmony.

Nick's heart stung when Morrie turned the corner and left him standing by his bed, alone. He looked over his shoulder to take a glimpse of Morrie's room. It looked very comfortable with the armchair and the drawer, the red carpet and red curtains. It looked much warmer than his own empty corner between the stairs. Chilling, he hugged himself and curled up on his bed. He thought of the warm fireplace again and imagined Morrie to be by his side.

Morrie was glad to hide in his room for now. He was happy that Nick was safe and well, that they went home together, and that Nick had a comfy bed to sleep in. Nick's tears, they still puzzled him, but he was too tired to really think about them. They popped up in his head and went by. Overall, Morrie felt good. Just simply good. He smiled to himself while he slowly feel asleep.

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Social Media, Memes and….*sighs*, Malaysian Politics

Before I begin, I’d like to address that I am not particularly fond of Malaysian politics, but will try to explain this week’s topic through the mind of someone who regularly uses Social Media, just not for politics.

Generally, social media has been a primary source for politics in terms of sharing information and announcing unexpected political happenings. In Malaysia, it is known that most politicians are on social media applications such as Twitter and Instagram. With the platform presented to them, they’re able to advocate for their standing party and have the freedom to say what they want to say. Comparing traditional media and the media we consume now, it is certain how much social media has a one up the game for politics. News gets spread faster, and not only politicians are involved, but generally the people of the country who voted. Even those who didn’t vote, get the participate.

All thanks to the freedom of social media, and yes, this is where memes come in.

Let’s go back in time shall we? To the year 2020…

When everything Covid-19 related happened around the world and in Malaysia, Malaysia was also going through a political crisis where there was a sudden switch in the cabinet. There was an immediate meeting of leaders that was held on the 23rd February 2020, about 3 weeks before national lockdown. Crazy, right? Everything else was happening and these people decided to make even more controversies within the country. Then again, I was only 18, an avid user on Twitter whilst scrolling thru my feed of constant tweets about the changes happening. Leaders from several factions of Pakatan Harapan (PH) and Barisan Nasional (BN) were called to Sheraton Hotel, Petaling Jaya, which somehow, lead to Tun Mahathir Mohamad resigning as the Prime Minister, and then forming a whole new government under Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin (Zainuddin 2020). This whole situation was then known as the “Sheraton Move”, where they planned to topple the PH government. To sum all that up, Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin ended up being the Prime Minister, with the 3rd ever government we have in Malaysia (IISS 2020)…

…only to step down the following year on the 16th of August 2021 becoming the caretaker Prime Minister, with Ismail Sabri Yakoob replacing him as our Prime Minister, for now.

Okay, I’m going to stop here, it’s getting confusing, but you get the gist. Malaysian politics are a full on mess.

While I have to admit I only knew the full story today because of this week’s topic blog, memes have helped me somewhat understood the situation and honestly made the whole thing lighter and more engaging. Personally, I do think memes are this generation’s way of coping with almost anything, considering the fact that we’ve been told that we’re unserious and unaware. But, I don’t think that’s the case. With social media, the birth of memes were born. What better way to convey the slight snooze-fest of politics with none other than.. fun loving memes? Relating to last week’s post, our generation loves visuals, and memes just sums up all that. A whole situation or message being conveyed in 1 fulfilling meme. Quite entertaining if I do say so myself.

With that, I do believe that memes and politics somehow do go hand in hand together, especially in this decade. Jokes aside and all, considering memes are joke-filled, memes grab the attention of most social media users. People like me who aren’t really aware, get attracted to these memes posted only to be curious about the context behind it. For me, that works, and I’m sure it works for other people as well. One can put it in a way as if memes are a head start before a plane takes off, thus the plane being any types of news. In this case, political news.

Take this meme below, for example. I saw this about a year ago circulating on Twitter and was really confused at first on what was going on. From there I made the initiative to search up what all this was about, and it seemed like it was just Dr. Mahathir and his tricks, as usual.

Okay enough of that, it’s in the past now.

As I’m typing this out, GE15 candidates have been announced so do vote if you can! For the betterment of Malaysia and many more political memes to come 🇲🇾

#mda20009 #week5 #politicalengagement

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characters; Xiao, Zhongli, gn reader

cw/tw; SPOILERS FOR THE NEW QUEST, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. Hurt/comfort.

word count; 1.7k

notes; I come with a small little thought I had after the quest. It started raining when I had to meet with Xiao when we were out of the cave, and this came to mind. I haven’t written in a while so this might be a little rusty feeling, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :,) I will most likely post this on ao3 too - Bunny

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When Wangshu inn was devoid of a certain adeptus, you knew all was not well with Liyue, or more specifically, its protector. Even the sky, which was usually so vibrant with blue, had become darkened and grey. Rain had started to fall, the growing rumble of thunder booming in the distance as the gloomy weather spread across the land.

You knew if you had simply called his name, he would come to you, but there must’ve been a reason he was avoiding the only destination he seemed to frequent. Something must’ve happened. Even if sometimes your beloved yaksha wasn’t at the inn, he was at least patrolling the plains, close-by in case of emergency. But the fields were empty - no sign of any demonic entities, and no sign of the exorcist.

“My dear, you shouldn’t be standing out in the rain like this.” A deep voice, dripping in rich honey, spoke behind you. You didn’t need to turn your head to see who it was, and even though he was right, you still couldn’t bring yourself to budge.

“Mr. Zhongli… Do you know where he is?” You asked quietly, shifting your gaze to look at the taller man standing beside you. Ever the gentleman, he shielded you both under a large umbrella, keeping you from getting any more drenched. He didn’t respond, so you continued to speak. “I’ve not seen him for days… He’s not been here, or anywhere in the marsh. I know I’m just a ‘mere mortal’, and he’s a divine being, but I…” You let out a heavy sigh, hanging your head down slightly. “I’m worried about him.”

“Even though you do not possess divine power, that doesn’t mean you’re not powerful, even if you’re only a mortal.” Confused, you turned around to fully face him. “Your emotions are strong enough to break the steady walls of a mighty adeptus. Is that not power?” Golden eyes slid down to look at you, the corner of his lip curled upwards slightly. The ex-archon turned his head to look at something in the distance your eyes could not follow, then let out a quiet sigh. “So perhaps, you could get through to him. Apart from you, think about what else he holds dear. Then, you will find him.” Suddenly, he lets out a quiet chuckle. “Apologies for the riddle, but I made a promise to not divulge that information. But if you know him as well as you think, this shouldn’t be too difficult of a task.”

“… Thank you, Zhongli.”

“Good luck, Y/N.”

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It didn’t take you long to narrow down what Xiao truly cared for. Liyue, you, and The Yaksha’s. You knew that if this was about you, you would at least be able to feel his presence around you, and for once you did not. If this was about Liyue, you knew that Zhongli would’ve advised you not to get involved. Which only left one option: The Yaksha’s.

Your partner rarely talked about them. If the topic came up in conversation, it was very brief. You knew one thing, though - The Yaksha’s were once a source of true happiness for Xiao. When he spoke of them, there was a gentleness in his eyes, a softness in his voice, one that seemed to be reserved only for his loved ones. And it was clear, he loved them very dearly. Perhaps, deep down, he would even consider them his family. The adeptus never seemed to let himself think of them for too long, and usually that brief moment of nostalgia and remembrance would be tossed away with a soft shake of his head. ‘Never mind’, he would mumble. ‘Forget it’, he would whisper. You didn’t want to forget, but you never pushed it.

The temple was fairly new, and one of the only ones that were visited in the modern times. Even now, you could see the leftover smoke from the freshly lit incense coming from the open window. If you focused, you swore you could smell grilled fish, and another smoke trail intertwining with the other. And in the shadows, just above the small building, you could see a lone figure perched on the edge of the hill.

Found you.

A short climb to the top of the hill and you were next to the person you were looking for. The slight ache in your muscles was worth it, just to see him. Droplets of water from the pouring rain slid down the apples of his masked cheeks, landing on one of his idle hands that were resting on his lap - the other, resting against his bent knee. He could almost pass for a statue, if it weren’t for the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

“Xiao…?” You called out when you were nearer. His head turned towards you slightly, an indication he had heard you. After waiting a few seconds to see if he’d greet you, you slowly shuffled towards the short male, sitting down beside him.

“I know you see yourself as a weapon, and nothing more… But no one can hide from their emotions forever.” Your hushed voice murmurs over the gentle, tiny splashes of rain hitting the ground.

As expected, you heard no response from the adeptus. Just as you were about to stand up, however, you heard a quiet inhale of breath. Your head turned to look towards him, surprised to see his own was turned away from you. Another questioning whisper of his name left your lips, your hand raising towards the blackened mask, fingers sliding underneath the cheek you had cupped. When your eyes connected with his, silently asking for permission to remove it, he didn’t move. Being as careful as you could, you removed the mask.

Still as ethereal as ever, the divine being stared back at you - with red rimmed eyes. Fresh tears continued to spill down his face, collecting at the ends of his jawline. Is this why he was wearing his mask in the first place? You supposed he had grown used to hiding everything underneath the identity of a bloodthirsty, ruthless yaksha.

“What’s happened, my love?” You asked quietly, your thumbs already beginning to wipe underneath his eyes. Instead of giving you an answer, his own hands took a hold of yours.

“Promise me.” He murmured, his eyes hazy, almost as if he was looking through you instead of at you.

“Promise you?”

He nodded. “Promise you’ll call out my name when you need me. I… Can’t lose you, too.”

His tone was sombre, and as much as you wanted to dig deeper into what was causing turmoil for your beloved, comforting him was more important.

“I promise.”

And then, he did something that neither of you could’ve predicted. His hand slid to your own to your wrist, pulling you face first into him, his arms wrapping tight around you. His arms shook as his grip only grew stronger.

“I have to protect you. I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t…” His voice began to trail off, and you felt the familiar sensation of Xiao’s face burying into your neck, a shaky exhale of breath fanning against your skin. “My family… There was nothing I could do. For you, I will not make the same mistake twice. If you need anything, call my name. I will make it right.” I will protect you until my last dying breath.

Those words went unsaid, but you could hear it in the way the wind whipped fiercely around both of you, and how the rain grew heavier.

“I love you too, Xiao.”

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freedfutura · 2 years

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Hello! I love how you write your fanfictions, especially the Robin Arellano one's. They made me giggle like a kid to be honest HAHA. So uhm, here is my request. Could you make a fanfic where Robin and Reader were just minding their own business or they are like in a date and then suddenly, someone appeared out of nowhere and is now telling you both that they are from the future, that their project is finally successful and proclaims that they are your offspring? I want to see how Robin reacts to this one. Thank you very much in advance and take your time writing it!^^

This is definitely a unique request! I’ve never written anything like it, but I’ll give it my best shot. Hope you like it!

[Robin Arellano]

Familiar Features on Unfamiliar Faces

“Come on, babe! Carrie is no where near as scary as The Texas Chainsaw Masacre,” Robin argues insistently.

You roll your eyes, keeping your focus on straightening out the edges of your plaid-patterned picnic blanket.

It’s Friday night, and the park is desolate- completely silent aside from the silent sound of a swing squeaking back and forth as the wind courses through the parks equipment. It’s date night, and your current topic of debate is horror movies.

“You just don’t get it, Robin. It’s not about the level of “scariness” to me. When you say “rate your favorite horror films”, I categorize everything- including the directing, cinematography, and overall aesthetic,” you explain, plopping down on the blanket and watching as he follows, placing your basket of snacks between you both.

His face contorts into that of confusion, “I told you to stop using all those big words with me. You know I have no idea what the hell any of that means.”

You snicker, shaking your head, “it just means I like to think about if the film has a unique artistic design. Like if it’s different than all the other films.”

“Texas Chainsaw Massacre is!” He argues.

You nod, “it is. I never said it wasn’t! I just said I like Carrie better!”

“And that’s where you’re wrong.”

“Ughhh,” you groan out in fake annoyance, making him grin widely. “Why’re you so stubborn all the time?”

He shrugs, leaning forward closely to your face, “you love it.”

You hum, looking lovingly into his eyes and slowly leaning forward to close the gap between you both. As your lips press together in a soft kiss, the sound of a throat clearing pulls you apart.

While your face is flushed red with embarrassment as you look towards the stranger standing above you both, Robin’s is scrunched up in a glare.

“Where the hell did you come from? What do you want?” He grumbles out with annoyance.

The park was empty just two seconds ago! He swears it. But maybe, just maybe, he was so caught up in kissing you, he never saw them walk up. Whatever the case, he really hated when people interrupted his time with you. Especially date nights. It’s the whole reason he chose to have it here at the park- he knew it would be empty. It was supposed to be, at least. Until this bozo showed up.

“Man you’re exactly the same, even now,” the person chortles. “Looks like everything worked out like it was supposed to.”

The two of you stare back in complete confusion.

“You know them?” You question Robin, utterly confused by this person.

Robin looks equally appalled, shaking his head. “No? I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I would remember meeting someone who looks like them.”

It’s true. They were very unique looking- dressed in a style not at all common where they live. Maybe they were a tourist? Still, it’s hard to believe anyone would willing dress the way they’re dressed. They look so…unique. Definitely unlike anyone they’ve seen- be that in person or in the media.

“You’ve met me, just not yet,” the person smiles down fondly, crouching to be at eye level with you both. “I’m you’re child. From the future.”

You’re both left dumbfounded.

“Huh?” Robin blinks back in disbelief. “Look, are you on drugs or something?”

Unlike Robin who is immediately explaining everything away in his head- assuming this person is some junkie on crack (the logical route), you’re staring in astonished awe. When you look closely at the person stood before you, they looked like…well, they looked like you. They had your eyes. And your nose. But Robin’s lips, and his resting expression. You can’t help but tilt your head in wonder despite how absolutely impossible it sounds.

The person stares back at you, smiling as if they knew you would believe them.

“Hi there,” they whisper gently, sending an unfamiliar chill of love down your spine. A love you’ve never felt before. Like a mother to a child.

Robin looks between you both, suddenly feeling very protective. He rushes forward to yank you away, standing up and pulling you up with him.

“Ok, back the fuck up,” he warns, moving to stand in front of you. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you need to get lost, and stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.”

They hold their hands up defensively, stepping back with a small smile. “Ok, ok. Whatever you say. You’ll see. Some day.”

With that, they shove their hands into their pockets, pivot on their heel and stride towards the nearby sidewalk- slowly disappearing into the moonlit night.

The whole situation leaves Robin feeling really freaked out, while in comparison it leaves you speechless. You felt so strange. Certainly, their was a connection there- with that perfect stranger. As crazy as that seems.

“Babe? Are you alright?” Robin questions, clearly shaken up over the whole thing.

You snap your gaze away from the direction that person walked off in, turning back to him with a soft smile. “Yeah. I’m good. So….that’s our child, huh?”

He chuckles, shaking his head and assuming your joking (which you are, but only HALF joking), “yeah, right. If they’re our child, we got some things to work on. Like not interrupting date night, for one.”

With a giggle you nod, “yeah. It’s always something, isn’t it?”

“I swear, some dipshit always has to bother us,” he groans in disapproval. “I’m sorry, babe. Next time we’re just gonna have it at my house or yours. No junkies. Or self proclaimed children. Come on, let’s go. If we hurry, we can still make it to the Grab N’ Go for some ice cream? I’ll buy.”

You hum, taking one last glance towards the direction the stranger while Robin gathers your things.

Then, he joins at your side once more, lacing your fingers and pulling you in the opposite direction. Now that he thinks about it, he wouldn’t mind a child with you. With hesitant curiosity, he glances over to examine your side profile, unintentionally blocking out whatever it is you’re now talking about as he inspects your features.

While he seems unfazed by everything that happened, a single thought lingers in the back of his mind:

That person sure looked a lot like you.

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ramzawrites · 4 years

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Ok I have coffeed up 🦀🦀🦀

Could I request a fic about a Male Reader Border Collie Hybridbeing hired to look after the pets of the Syndicate while theyre at a meeting? Having to feed every single dog, Ranboos cat, Carl, the parrots, Steve the bear, etc? Trying to wrangle the foxes because theyre trying to eat poison potatoes, shooing zombies off the turtle eggs? -🌱🌟

The Syndicate’s Pet Sitter - BorderCollie!Hybrid!Reader

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, Nihachu

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request for my beloved 🌱🌟<3

Summary: The Syndicate is meeting up early in the morning and didn’t have the chance to feed their pets yet. Luckily Y/N who lives there as well but isn’t part of the Syndicate can take care of them. And no that is totally not because Border Collies are good herding dogs.

Words count: 4732

Authors Note: I just noticed I missed the foxes oh no ;_; Why do the Syndicate have so many pets I swear! I hope you guys enjoy this! Esp you 🌱🌟 since you requested it! I also haven’t had the chance to properly look over it look for typos, I apologize! I’ll deal with that as soon as I can! Also thanks for the prompt 😌 I have a weakness for animals and dogs

The chest let out a strained creak as Technoblade closed it for what felt like the hundredth time. He was preparing for the next meeting of the Syndicate and this time he, as well as Phil, had actually planned a few things other than just showing the newest members where the headquarters were and setting up the rules for the organization.

While both men were busy running from chest to chest collecting materials and writing down information into books, they were accompanied by a soft rhythmic thud as well.

That sound came from Y/N. More specifically his tail swishing up and down as he was sitting in front of a window on the windowsill. Watching peacefully as the two went about their business.

Y/N was a Dog Hybrid. A Border Collie Hybrid to be specific. He has been technically living with Techno and Philza for a while now but Techno liked to act as if he was just some stranger to him.

When Y/N first came to the SMP Philza and Techno were the first people he met and ever since then he has gotten quite attached to them.

At first Techno tried to get rid off him, especially since he always gave him wishy washy answers concerning his opinions on governments but Y/N wouldn’t let himself get spooked off that easily and even begun building his own little home close to them without asking. At that point Techno had to accept defeat and let him begrudgingly stay.

Philza liked to poke fun at that fact but he also understood Techno’s caution. Though over time Y/N has shown to be a trusty ally that could keep secrets, even once leading people astray since they became dangerously close to their home. Because of that Philza brought once the idea up that maybe they should let Y/N join the Syndicate after all as well.

Of course Techno immediately shut down the idea for the simple fact that not once has Y/N ever clearly stated that he was against any kind of government. There was no point in arguing with the Pig Hybrid about this particular topic so Philza just dropped the issue altogether.

That said after Niki came over to join the Syndicate and Ranboo got roped in it as well, Y/N managed to at least learn of the name of the organization.

He even asked to join to which Techno just said “Prove to us you are an anarchist and maybe I will think about it.”

“So you are saying you just want me to tell you the things you want to hear in order to get in? Doesn’t seem that smart to me.”

Y/N would always pull out these snide remarks whenever that topic came up.

For some reason Y/N woke up early and found that both Philza and Techno got up early as well so he just let himself in, sat down next to the window and begun happily munching on some cold steak for breakfast.

Techno made a point of ignoring him only muttering something about a “damn mutt” under his breath while Philza was chuckling to himself. Y/N’s fluffy dog ears obviously picked up on it but the happy swags of his tail continued on, knowing that if Techno really was annoyed by him, he would have already intervened way back when he begun building his home.

Phil was rummaging through a chest, trying to find some extra paper only to suddenly stop moving and turn around to look at Y/N, his arms still in the chest.

“Y/N?” adding a whistle to ensure that he would gain his attention.

As a response the Dog Hybrid looked absolutely aghast “Did you just-? Did you just whistle at me? Did you, Philza, just whistle at me to get my attention? Like a dog?”

“Sorry, just kind of happened but since you are here I have a request for you.”

Now Technoblade stopped whatever he was doing as well to observe what was happening in front of him, curious what he was proposing. A smirk adorning his features knowing full well that Philza probably whistled on purpose seeing how Y/N was kind of an unwelcome guest right now.

“You can request but no guarantee I will fulfill your request, old man.” Y/N spoke through an exaggerated pout.

This only earned him a tired sigh from Philza “Yeah, Yeah. As you can see we are up early for a reason but this also means we didn’t have the chance yet to feed the animals. Could you feed them all and make sure they’ll be alright while we are gone? You know how this place can get with pets.”

“All? Like all the pets? Like you want me to feed all the pets and take care of them?” Y/N was obviously intimated by the idea of the task judging with how his voice jumped up an octave to the end of the question. But who could blame him. Over time the group managed to amass a comical amount of pets which included a full hound army, polar bears, turtles, cows, Carl the Horse and in Ranboo’s case even parrots.

That reminded him.

“Does that include Ranboo’s bird and cat?”

“Does what include my bird and cat?” Suddenly the door swung open as Ranboo stepped inside Techno’s home. Cramping up the small cabin even more. The cold winter air only managing to sneak in for a short moment before he made sure to close the wooden door again.

Techno chuckled “We are asking Y/N here to feed our pets while we are busy at our meeting and to make sure they are safe while we are gone. He has time after all.”

Y/N’s shocked expression turned to a frown. Oh they did that deliberately alright.

Ranboo took a moment to take in the scene before he slowly nodded “Oh, if that is the case then I would actually really appreciate it if you could take a look at my parrot and cat. I haven’t had the chance to feed them yet since I ran out of seeds for the bird. Actually the reason I came over here was because I wanted to ask you guys if you had some extra.”

Techno’s smirk was ever present on his face as he motioned with his hand towards his mass of chests “Somewhere in there we have some but I’m sure Y/N will find them and take care of your pets as well.”

“Would you?”

Ranboo sounded so genuine and almost surprised by this that Y/N couldn’t come up with a snarky response but instead he looked defeated.

“I- alright. I will take care of your pets while you do your stupid Syndicate meeting.”

“We trained him well, Techno.”

“That we did, old friend.”

Now Y/N’s happy tail wagging did finally stop and he jumped up away from the window, surprising Ranboo in the process “You didn’t train me! I’m not one of your dogs!”

He knew they were joking but he still couldn’t let that stand.

Philza stepped closer to Y/N and put one of his hands on his head between his ears. Giving a short pat only to remove his hand again “Yes, we know. If that was true you would be listening to us at all times. Anyways, I spotted Niki outside and we are ready, so, we’ll be going. Make sure nothing happens to the animals! We are putting our trust in you!”

Before Y/N could protest or retract his agreement the group made sure to leave the little hut as fast as possible. Ranboo was very confused but still followed the others outside to loudly greet Niki.

Y/N himself was so bewildered by this whole situation he didn’t even make the effort to run out to greet Niki as well. Instead his thoughts begun to swirl around his new responsibilities.

What do Polar Bears eat? How is he going to feed all of the dogs? By Ender he hoped that Techno had all the necessary things in one of his chests.

That’s when a stray thought hit him “Did they hire me as pet sitter because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid? Did they seriously make me the pet sitter because Border Collie’s are stereotypically good herding dogs?”

That thought had to set in for a moment as he was asking himself if this seriously could be the case and knowing them that might have very well been a thought that crossed their minds. They all joked around about their hybrid parts but this was just ridiculous.

He didn’t know how yet but somehow he will make sure that the damn Pig and the Birdbrain will get this back tenfold. Ranboo was okay in Y/N’s book since he mostly got pulled into this by the others but even then he was still on thin ice.

“I better get going.” He whispered in order to try to pull himself out of his thoughts.

First on the agenda were the Polar Bears. Mostly since he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it and just wanted to get it over with but also one of the Bears was laying inside the hut. Snuggling close to the fire place.

That polar bear was Steve and Techno often made comments of him being his emotional support animal and at this point Y/N just believed him. With Techno who knew at this point.

Well what would Steve eat? Just some meat?

“Fish!”

How he didn’t immediately come to that conclusion he didn’t know but better late than never.

Y/N excitedly rubbed his hands together. Time to snoop through Techno’s things. No way in hell is he going to use his own resources to feed their pets. Hence why he begun looking through Techno’s chests. Taking note of things like stray armor, golden apples and enchantment books.

Somewhere in a corner he found some cooked fish. Should be fine, right?

Taking a couple of fish he moved over to Steve who was still lazily draped on the ground enjoying the heat from the fire. Carefully and slowly Y/N put down a couple of fish in front of his big snout. His dog ears pressed down on his head as he stared rigidly at the bear. Hoping for the best.

Steve’s black nose begun to twitch. He slowly opened up his eyes and lazily begun nudging the food closer to his snout with his big paw. Snacking on the pile of fish.

“Okay? I’m guessing that’s fine? I think?”

Just to make sure he still threw more fish towards him and then made his way with a second pile outside where Ed was waiting for his food as well. Ed was way more active and often enough obstructs the way up the stairs that lead to both Philza’s and Techno’s house.

Philza was always annoyed at Ed because of that particular reason. Though today he was a good Polar Bear that was sitting next to the stairs staring at Ender knows what.

Y/N threw him his pile of fish and watched for a second as he happily begun munching on them.

“Guess I’m doing alright after all.”

Almost as if to answer the bear suddenly begun to move towards Y/N which made him panic. Stepping back, trying to understand what he was doing now. Sure the bears are cute but also big and dangerous if they wanted to be.

But Ed bowed his head down and softly pressed his head against Y/N’s chest.

“Is this a thanks, buddy? Aw, no problem.”

Tentatively Y/N placed his hand on the bear’s head to give him one or two scritches. To which Ed then let out a deep puff of air through his nose and immediately moved back to his food to continue his breakfast.

All the Polar Bears are fed. Now only the whole hound army, cows, parrot, Carl the Horse, Turtles and Enderchest the Cat were left. Oh by Ender. That is still a lot.

Y/N immediately ran back into Techno’s hut and begun to search through his chests again. Grabbing things like Seeds, Sea Grass, more fish and some steak.

The parrot and cat were the easiest to deal with first so he decided to run into Ranboo’s house. Even if just to avoid the cold outside for a tiny bit longer.

He climbed down the ladder and found the parrot patiently waiting for him. Excitedly squawking as soon as he saw him.

Placing the seeds in front of the animal Y/N took a good look at the colorful bird.

“How are you doing? Keeping Ranboo company? Making sure he isn’t feeling too lonely?”

“Company! Company!” Ranbird answered in a shrill voice only to continue picking up the seeds off the ground.

Y/N liked spending time with Ranboo. He was a bit of an enigma with his memory issues and interesting behavior at points but Y/N loved hanging out with him. He would always try to offer to play pranks on Techno but Ranboo was too apprehensive about it, not wanting to make the scary Pig Hybrid mad at him.

The two had a bit of a running joke going on where both Ranboo and Y/N would call the other weird. Ranboo for his weird behavior and Y/N for the simple fact that he apparently didn’t fear Techno at all. Philza and Ranboo having to mostly hold him back before he could seriously upset Techno.

“Enderchest? Come here!” Y/N called out and continued to do the typical mouth noises to attract cats. Luckily he did come around a corner.

Happily meowing when Enderchest saw Y/N. Chirping as he pressed his body against Y/N’s legs.

“See, you are a kitty and I am a dog hybrid but we like each other.” Was he still a bit salty about the fact that they most certainly chose him to take care of the pets due to his Hybrid side?

Yes. Definitely.

Sure, no one else was there who could deal with it but on the other hand normally they were always so prepared for everything so this must have been planned beforehand. They didn’t feed the animals on purpose because obviously he was there and had time.

A loud meow pulled Y/N back out of his thoughts again.

“Sorry, Enderchest. You are right it’s food time.”

He then took out two fish and placed it in front of the cat who immediately put them in his mouth and ran off with them. Probably to eat in peace.

Next on the list was Carl. If Y/N didn’t make sure that Carl was absolutely doing alright and was fed Techno would kill him. And while Y/N liked to joke with Techno and pretend that he wasn’t as dangerous as everyone else is treating him like, he also knew that Carl is so important to him that Techno let him get himself kidnapped by the Butcher Army for the horse’s safety.

Technoblade hid his horse behind a wall but Philza one day accidentally found it. Y/N immediately took the chance to build an actual hidden entrance. He liked being a bit of an annoyance for Techno but if he can somehow help out, he will.

Pressing a button on the stone wall gave away to the little stable he and Philza made for Carl.

“Breakfast!”

Some Hay and other food was always ready for Carl so all Y/N had to do was put some of it in the tray and make sure he still had water. Everything seemed fine so Y/N took a second to pet him.

“No idea why Techno is so attached to you but you do seem like a good one. He protects you so you better make sure to not disappoint him as well.”

Carl neighed and nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s shoulder. Softly nabbing on the clothes which made the man laugh in return and softly shoved Carl’s face away from him.

“My clothes aren’t food, buddy!”

Luckily Carl didn’t continue to screw around and instead concentrated on his actual food.

The next pit stop were the turtles and cows. It was easy feeding them since you just placed down the food and then let them go about their day. No, the dog army would be a problem later. They might be war dogs but they were still playful dogs.

Y/N closed up the stable for Carl and made his way through the snow towards the cows first. Opening up a chest that stood close by. He placed it there a few days back with a ton of wheat. It was meant as way to help with the feeding. It was meant for the others since these cows didn’t belong to him but now he was stuck with the responsibility after all.

The cows were happily chewing on the food that Y/N threw into their enclosure and seemed to be doing alright as well so he moved on to the turtles.

For the turtles he actually had to get into the enclosure. Putting the kelp down near the water so the turtles inside the water could see him placing the food down as well. All the while he had to make sure to not accidentally walk on top of the eggs that some of these turtles have laid.

The animals themselves seemed to ignore Y/N. Just slowly crawling along the coarse sand or floating inside the water.

That’s when Y/N heard a groan from behind him. A groan he knew too well.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Y/N swiveled around and pulled out his netherite sword. A sword he made with the help of Philza. During his travels in the nether he found some ancient debris but since he never worked with that material he asked Phil for help. Which was also the reason why the purple sword was called Swordza.

“You helped me make it, I’m naming it after you.” He said to Philza’s dismay.

Right now though the reason why he turned around so fast was that he heard the familiar retching sound of a zombie. It was still early in the morning no surprise there that a loose zombie might be around the place.

Also no surprise that the zombie appeared around the turtle enclosure. For some reason they loved trampling down turtle eggs which was really just barbaric if you really thought about it. Beings that seemingly just wandered around the overworld with no goal but as soon as they spot turtle eggs they suddenly know exactly where to go. Well, besides when they find a human to attack.

The zombie limped towards the turtles.

Y/N didn’t wait long to react. He immediately took a running start and jumped over the fence. Striking down with his sword while he was landing, giving the attack a little more oomph. Together with the enchantments on the sword the zombie fell down into a burning mess. Gurgling sounds escaping it only to die down. A growl escaped Y/N’s throat as he stared at the dead mob.

“Nothing will happen to the little ones while I have anything to say about it!”

He took another sweeping look around the place but found nothing out of the ordinary. With a relieved sigh he put his sword back. The turtles were fed and safe.

Though as he looked around his eyes fell unto the hoard of dogs. All fenced in under a self-made roof. Most of the dogs were laying around either in a small pile or alone. Some were trotting around or even playing but it seemed like the dogs were still tired.

It was time to deal with them.

Y/N walked over to the dogs and as he stepped closer the animals immediately took notice of him. A few running over to him while others just patiently stared. As he got closer to the fence the nearest dogs put their front paws on the fence. Barking excitedly.

If Y/N went in like this some will run out and that was not something he wanted to deal with. There was still some adrenaline pumping through his veins from back when he spotted the zombie but he was still slowly beginning to freeze. Honestly he wanted to get through this fast so he can go back into his cabin and enjoy the warmth of his hearth.

Maybe even begin to plot on how to get back at the Syndicate for doing this to him.

But this wasn’t important right now.

Y/N let out a sharp and loud whistle “Away! Come one! Move out of the way!” He pointed to a corner and surprisingly the dogs seemed to understand that he wanted them away from the gates.

When he opened said gate the dogs patiently waited for him to move in and close it again before they suddenly begun to swarm him. Jumping up trying to lick his face or they began sniffing him out.

“Hey! Stop! I can’t feed you like that!”

He had a frown on his face but his tail was happily swinging from side to side as the dogs greeted him.

“Okay, stop! Sit!”

Luckily the dogs were well trained since they immediately sat down. Still panting in excitement and whining but now they weren’t trying to pull Y/N down to play with him.

In return Y/N got out the steaks out of his inventory and walked past the dogs. Giving each one of them their share. Whenever some dogs begun to scuffle over the food all Y/N had to do was to whistle or yell “Stop!” and they would listen.

Truthfully he feared that feeding the dogs would be the most difficult task of all the animals but as it turned out they listened to him rather well. It’s probably only because Techno trained them so well but still, maybe there is a way Y/N could use this power for himself.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to feed all the dogs but once he reached the last one the first dogs were already done eating and happily following Y/N around the fenced off area. Sometimes barking, hoping to get his attention. While his ears would always move in the direction of the barking dogs, he made appoint to concentrate on the dogs that he was actually interacting with.

Though when he was done he finally turned around to look at the happy dogs “You guys are needy, did you know that?”

As if to answer a dog right in front of him sat down and woofed at him.

Y/N rolled his eyes and knelt down, scratching that one particular dog behind his ear “You little pooch.”

That was a mistake. A huge mistake.

As he went down and balanced on the front of his feet the other dogs saw their chance as he went down to their height, practically jumping on.

Startled the Hybrid let out a yelp as the dogs pushed him on his back. Licking his face or tugging on his clothes.

He tried pushing the dogs away from his face but it he was unsuccessful. For every dog he pushed away two new dogs would try to jump into that new space. Sadly also pushing the dogs away seemed to be something fun for them.

At some point Y/N managed to get back up but still got swarmed by the dogs. All the dogs now in a happy playful mood after having eaten. Y/N could just tell them off but everyone on the outside could see that he had fun as well playing and tussling with the dogs.

Over time that tussling just became the dogs jumping into Y/N arms so he could throw them a few feet away while simultaneously trying to not fall down as some dogs begun tugging on his clothes again. The longer it kept going the more tired he got which was hi downfall. Quite literally.

He fell over again and while the dogs swarmed around him they too were getting tired and just laid down next to him. Framing his body or just straight up laying on top of him, one dog even snuggled up to his head, ending up more as a pillow for him.

At first Y/N tried to struggle against being buried alive by the animals but as soon as he noticed the warmth engulfing his body instead of the cold harsh wind he accepted his fate.

After all he was done with feeding the pets.

“Horrible. Techno would be proud with how relentless you all are.” A yawn escaped his lips which seemed to infect a few of the dogs as well.

It really didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It was warm, soft and he felt safe.

The meeting for the Syndicate took longer than expected. They spent way too much time trying to find a common goal to start with. They didn’t want to do something huge at the beginning but start small, something that would test their cooperation and teamwork.

Though after they finally found something and started planning a few hours had past and since both Ranboo and Niki apparently had people to meet they had to stop the meeting early.

“You think the animals will be fine?” Ranboo asked Philza as they stepped out of their hidden headquarters.

The older man just waved off his question “Ah, they will be fine! We rag on Y/N often but we can trust him with things like these. He’s a good one even if he absolutely refuses to give Techno a straight answer when it comes to governments. I do believe he is only doing that to annoy him though.”

As the group approached their home again everyone took a good look around.

“Well, everything seems normal.” Techno noted.

Niki scowled “Aw I had hoped to see him. I couldn’t even say hello when I got here.”

That’s when Ranboo stopped dead in his track. He wanted to go home to get ready for Snowchester but something inside the dog pen caught his attention “Oh by Ender! There is an arm! The dogs have an arm!”

The other three ran over, confused with what the hell he was talking about only to see he was right. There was an arm sticking outside of the dogpile. Why did the dogs pile up in the first place though?

Out of nowhere Phil snorted and pressed his hand against his chest and mouth. Trying to stifle a laugh.

Niki still looked shocked and worried, confused with Phil’s reaction “What? Philza, why are you laughing?”

“Let me show you. Y/N! Are you awake, mate?”

At first nothing happened but then suddenly the arm moved and retreated back inside the dogpile. Now the others understood what happened.

Both Niki and Ranboo looked a bit embarrassed that they genuinely thought that these dogs might have ripped off an arm and were now cuddling with it.

Techno stayed stoic as always. Folding his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Y/N to properly react.

“Y/N, come on!” Phil called out again.

A muffled groan came from the pile of dogs and Y/N’s head appeared as he sat up “What?” He whined “I was having such a nice dream!”

“Oh my- Y/N! Good morning!” Niki greeted the Hybrid happily.

In response Y/N got a bit out of his furry burial but still pulled one of the ferocious war dogs closer to himself, hugging it. His tail now out as well showing the others his happy mood as he slowly drifted off again.

“Hello, Niki.” He sounded still half asleep. At least the others assumed since his face was buried in the dogs grey fur.

“Y/N please get away from my hound army. They are bred to fight and kill not for hugs and naps.” Techno grumbled.

“Then why are they so comfy and love me so much. They love me so much more than you” He made sure to drawl out the word “love” to really hammer that fact in.

“Let’s make Y/N then our go to pet sitter.” Phil noted.

This seemed to wake up Y/N, he immediately looked up with a scowl “No! I am not going to be your pet sitter! You put me in that role in the first place because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid, or am I wrong? If it’s true that’s seriously screwed up, by the way!”

Techno sighed “Yep, there he is. Now he is awake alright.”

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oooh i have an idea, how would dear reader reacts to the chain's secrets? they could be canon like wolfie being twi, or something you headcanon!

Masterlist

I procrastinated on this one admittedly because I had no idea where to take it but after writing out a list and appointing a secret to each boy. I have it done.

Some things are definitely headcanons.

Part one will include Hyrule, Sky, Warrior, Four and Wild.

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

The battle wasn’t necessarily hard to deal with- the monsters weren’t difficult to deal with and there weren’t a lot of them to begin with.

You slashed, dashed and kicked every enemy away from you and watched as they fell to your blade. Every new step revealed a new purple cloud as you danced around the battle field.

You saw Wild and Twilight fighting back to back with practiced ease and handling it as well as you were. Warrior and Sky was side by side closer to Time and Legend than the rest of the group was and Four and Wind were up in the trees striking the enemy down at a distance and no doubt scheming something while the going was easy.

The only one you had no idea where he was, was Hyrule.

And that didn’t take a lot to dive into your brain and wriggle uncomfortably until your own insecure thoughts pushed you to go look for him.

Between the monsters and the land mines of purple smoke, it was a little difficult to find him.

But when you do- he does something you don’t fully understand at first.

You manage to run into him in a clearing, but he doesn’t notice you at first. Instead, you see him take his sword and run it through his palm. His blood coats the length of his blade, and it drips down his hand onto the grass below.

He watches the monsters in front of him and dances for a minute around them before he takes a breath and kills them effortlessly.

You frown and step toward him. “Why did you do that?”

Hyrule jumps higher than should be physically possible and doesn’t catch himself on the way down. He falls flat on his butt and looks up at you with wide and startled eyes.

“Are you ok?” You kneels next to him and go to take his injured hand. “What on earth were you trying to do?

Hyrule jerks his hand back like you’ve burned him and you see the magic flow through the air around his wound- closing it like it never happened.

“Link?” You frown again and slowly place your hand in your lap. You’re confused and a little afraid for him. You know that blood magic is taboo for a reason and is typically avoided more often than not because of its’s dark nature- but you never thought Hyrule of all people would dabble in it.

“I’m fine.”

“Link.” You stress a little more. “What were you trying to do? I didn’t think you were capable of blood magic... At least you don’t usually use those kind of spells. Is that why you fight on your own for a while each time?”

“I’m not using blood magic.” Hyrule frowns and stands abruptly.

“Then why-?”

“It’s not important.”

“Hyrule, you’re hurting yourself. I’d say that that’s pretty important.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Don’t make me get Time.” You threaten. “I’ll get Legend too. I bet they’ll get some answers out of you.”

“You won’t just drop it, will you?” He sneers

“Nope.” You stand and cross your arms. “What were you trying to do?”

“I was just checking something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like if a curse would work or something?”

Hyrule tenses and he crosses his arms- instantly looking away from you.

“WERE YOU ACTUALLY TRYING TO CAST A CURSE?!” You screech.

“THE CURSE WAS CAST ON ME!” He yells back.

You both still for a moment and wait for the forest to show any signs that others might have heard you.

The sounds of distant fighting continues and after a minute of waiting some more, no one shows up to check on either of you, so you’re safe.

You turn back to your companion and furrows your eyebrows. You lower your voice just above a whisper just in case someone might be on the way but now you need answers. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He scowls- a face you’re not used to seeing on him and throws his arms down his sides in anger. “Back home, Ganon cast a curse on me. The monsters need my blood in order to resurrect him and I can’t risk letting any monsters from my time getting to me. I need to check if the other monsters will follow suit.”

You blink, not expecting that answer but your anger flares up regardless. “So you go out on your own to check this curse because your blood is needed to resurrect hatred incarnate? What if you’re overpowered? What if they do react to it? How are we supposed to help you if you’re alone?”

“It’s my problem to deal with. I don’t need-”

“Shut up.” You scowl and grab him by the shoulders. You shake him roughly for as long as you speak. “We are your friends! We care about you! We don’t want to see you hurt! We’re going to help you! Whether you want it or not- we’re not to let you deal with this alone. Not while we’re here.”

“Stop shaking me.”

You let him go.

“I won’t tell the others because I know you wouldn’t like that.” You say. “But this stops today. You hear me? None of us are just going to let these freaks near you and this is not necessary while you have a whole team of heroes just as pissed about the situation as you are. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear.”

“How clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good.”

Sky

Sky wakes up one day with a far away look in his eye which immediately puts you on edge.

Not only that but to make it worse, he doesn’t stop looking at you.

He looks scared.

Every five minutes you swear you catch him looking in your direction only to look away in haste when you look back at him.

No one is saying anything and it doesn’t help your paranoia.

With some people walking ahead you, you step back and take a spot next to Sky. You notice that he’s tense and walking robotically, and trying to match your pace. “Dude, what’s up? You’re freaking me out.”

Sky trips over himself and finally looks you in the eye. “What do you mean?”

“You woke up like you saw a ghost. You’ve been looking over to me every five minutes and even now you look like you want to sprint away from me. Did I do something?”

“I.. Ummm...” Sky stutters for a minute before swallowing whatever lump was in his throat. “I just had a dream... is all.... I’ll get over it.”

“I’m assuming it had something to do with me then.”

“No, not exactly.” Sky’s quick to speak even if you can see the beginning’s of sweat collect on his brow. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Want to talk about it?” You tilt your head. “It looks like it really shook you up.”

“Oh, um, I-”

“Maybe you died and Sky freaked out.” Legend pushes you forward and away from Sky. “He doesn’t have to talk about it if he doesn’t want to.”

“Ok, my god, Legend slow down! Not everyone is as emotionally constipated as you! Talking about things is healthy and important!” You shout over your shoulder, trying to dig your heels into the dirt with little to no luck.

Legend seems a bit stronger right now that he usually is, you bet it’s his power bracelet.

If Sky actually looks a bit paler at Legend’s claim than neither of you notice.

The day passes a little calmer after that, Sky seeming to have calmed down enough to not be so weird and it something you’re quick to forget about.

By the time the afternoon hits, a bunch of dark and foreboding storm clouds roll in.

Somehow, Sky manages to find it in himself to walk next to you again and does his best to stay close.

You don’t mind it and even jokingly pull his sail cloth over your head when it begins to rain on your group. It’s not particularly strong and there’s not a lot of options to rest and take cover, so you bare with it. Sky lets you keep the sail cloth over your head surprisingly.

But then there’s thunder and you see lightning in the distance and bite your lip. “Maybe we should hunker down or something?”

The rain goes from gentle drops to a down pour within seconds and the group runs a bit to gain as much cover as you can in the nearby tree line.

Sky pushes himself in front of you and shoves you behind him with enough force that you’re fully knocked over. In one fluid motion he lifts the Master Sword skyward and charges the blade, tossing it away from the group in a glowing blue arc. It cuts through the grass and even splits the first tree it strikes in half before dissipated into the air.

You would have been struck by lightning if he didn’t do that.

“Sky?” You get up and try to wipe as much mud off of your pants as you can. “Are you ok? How did you know that would happen?”

Sky gulps and takes a deep breath as he looks at you with wide eyes and understanding. “I saw it in a dream.”

“Oh...” You gasp and reach out to him shakily, putting your hand on his shoulder. “You have dreams then?”

“Yes.” Sky looks at his sword and hesitantly puts it away. “Sometimes.”

“Ok then...” You nod and look around the group. They’re all in varying stages of shock, surprise and concern.

Everyone is looking at Sky.

“We need to get out of the storm.” You say in lieu of changing the topic. ” Who knows if there’s more lightning on the way and there’s a lot of metal within the group.“

“Right.” Time nods and does a not so subtle double take in his attempt to leave it be. “Let’s go.”

You nod back and nod once more to Sky and wrap your arm around his shoulder. you lead him forward and lean into his space to whisper into his ear. “Thanks.”

“I’m just glad I made in time.”

“We’ll talk later ok?” You smile in hopes of alleviating some of the tension. “I have some questions if you’re willing to indulge me.”

“I suppose it’s only fair.”

Warrior

“He’s a cute kid.” Warrior mentions randomly one day.

You startle and jump, nearly dropping the image. You scramble to catch it and successfully do so after playing hot potato with yourself.

“Warrior, a little warning please.” You sigh and attempt to clean your finger print smudges on the glass. “But yeah, my little brother is cute. I hope he stays that way.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about.” Warrior shrugs. “He grows up to be a fine and upstanding young man. Good looks run in the family. ”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Thank you, I’m sure they do.”

Warrior comes to stand next to you and gently turns the glass over to see the image better.

“Warrior?”

“Hm?”

“Am I doing the right thing?” You sigh.

“What do you mean? I’d say you are. Sacrificing yourself for the good of a better tomorrow- for your family- for your loved ones- but that’s not what you’re talking about are you?” Warrior lets you take the image back.

“But he’s so young... and I’m supposed to take care of him.” You gulp. “I just want him to be safe and sound and healthy but I can’t really do that from- from... I’m here instead.“

“Well... no said it was going to be easy.” Warrior offers lamely.

“What if he grows up to hate me?” You clench the glass tighter at the thought. “I just abandoned him, didn’t I? Oh my god-”

“Hey. He loves you.” Warrior takes your shoulders in his hands and shakes you somewhat. “He admires you greatly. You’re his hero. He looks up to you even now. He’ll understand when the time comes.”

“Even now?” You sniff. “What does that mean?”

“Years have passed and he hasn’t stopped looking up to you and how you did everything you could for him, for Zelda and he’s trying to make you proud-”

“Warrior he’s five, how do you know this?”

His mouth shuts with a click of his teeth.

“Warrior.”

“Um... I... He...”

“Link.” You pocket the glass and face him head on. “When did you meet my brother?”

He stares at you for a moment and deflates. “During... during the war of my era.”

“...What?”

Warrior hisses and brings his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “He showed up around the same time that Wind did but he talked about you.... and I guess you talk to him about me because he wasn’t really surprised at what was happening.”

“How old was he?” You bite your lip, already dreading the news.

“Older than me actually.” He offers with a tight smile. “I never asked him but if I had to guess I would have put him in his mid twenties. The oldest Link to start his adventure compared to the rest of us...”

“But he still...” You deflate as well and hug your arms around yourself. “He still has to go doesn’t he? I can’t save him from it. Even now, I... I can’t- I fail him in the end then.”

“He doesn’t see it that way at all.” Warrior catches you before you fall to your knees in despair. “He admires everything you’ve done for him, everything you’re currently doing. You kept him from danger for as long as you could- until he was old enough to take on his destiny. That’s more than any of us could say.”

“I don’t want him to go through any of it though.” You sob and lean into Warrior for support. “That’s my baby brother Warrior- how am I supposed to be ok with this?”

“I don’t think there is a way.” He admits. “Nor do I think you should be.”

“I can’t keep him from it.”

“But you can and have been postponing it.” Warrior rubs circles into your shoulder as you cry. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you even more.”

“I miss him.”

“You’ll see him again.” Warrior grips you tightly. “He also did very well all things considered. He became an older brother to me and to Sprite and Wind... I don’t think Wind has figured it out yet that your brother and Lucky are the same Link though.”

You sniffle and calm down slightly. “Was he awesome?”

A laugh is startled out of him and he chokes on the snort and cough that tries to leave him at the same time. “I’d say he was better than me... And he claims to have never held a sword until then.”

“Good.” You nod. “He’s the best brother in the whole world.”

“Yeah, he was.”

Four

You’re walking on a random trail as the day dies down and you’re partner is Four for the hour.

The sun rests behind you comfortably and you talk about the different weapons from each others Hyrule. You’re no smith- but you do think it’s an interesting process and try to take notes where you can.

As you trade your notes and laugh at the more ridiculous stories from one another, you look down and notice something weird with Four’s shadow.

It almost looked like it was laughing along too... in the opposite direction that Four was looking in. But you blink and it’s as if it never there.

Maybe you’re tired.

You have been walking all day and perhaps it was a trick of the light.

You don’t think on it too much and go back to talking with your friend.

Hours later-you’d think that it would be the end of it but it isn’t.

In fact, you can’t sleep. And the way it moved was different than it should have been and the more you look into the memory there more obscurities than there should be. Not to mention that Four gets weird around shadows or whenever they are mentioned.

You stare up at the star filled sky as you think about the incident.

“I’m telling you I think they saw me.” A new voice says.

You’re thrust into the moment and attune your hearing to the direction it came from.

“I think you’re thinking too much into it. How could they have seen you?” It’s Four.

You close your eyes and roll over in the same direction, pretending to still be asleep.

The voices take a minute to pick up again when you do that.

They were watching you.

“They stared at me for a solid minute- how did you miss that?” New voices hisses.

“They were laughing-”

“You were laughing, you love sick fool. They looked at me. They saw me. I’m going to blow the secret and you’re not even listening to my warning.”

Your eyes snap open and you push yourself up as quickly as you can.

You instantly spot Four sitting by the fire, but you’re not surprised by that. What really takes your attention is the new person next to him- who looks uncannily like your friend.

But with purple hair...

And red eyes...

And darker skin...

“Four what the hell?” You blurt.

Four responds quickly and as intelligently as he can manage. “Uhhhh...”

The person next to him curses and runs a hand through his hair. “I told you. I told you. I told you.”

You lock eyes with the new guy and introduce yourself.

He huffs and crosses his arms, his face darkening slightly- or again- maybe it was a trick of the light. “I’m Four’s shadow.”

“His... shadow...?”

“Yes. That’s what I said.”

You nod, wide eyed before turning to Four with a million questions in your eyes. He can see it and holds his hand up to his mouth, pressing his knuckles harshly against his teeth as he waits for them to start flowing out of your mouth.

“Love sick fool?”

“Shadow you snitch!” Four screeches and takes a swing at him.

His cry is loud enough rouse some of the others but only really wakes up two of them. You stare tensely as Time and Legend sit up fast enough to nearly throw themselves into the fire as they turn to Four.

“Sorry.” You whisper yell to save his honor.

Shadow is nowhere to be found.

Time and Legend turn to you as the only other one awake and each raise an eyebrow in tandem.

“Ni-nightmare. I yelled. I’m sorry.” You try to act like you just woke up as well and try to hunker down into your blankets.

Time sighs and wipes his eyes. “You ok?”

“I will be.” You try to smile but you’re too nervous and it comes out more forced than it should- but perhaps that helps you sell your little fib.

Legend for his part glares at you before he sits down with a solid thump and throws himself dramatically back into his bedroll.

No words are exchanged between you two.

“Everything alright Four?” Time yawns as he also begins to lie down again.

“Yeah. All good here.” Four laugh nervously and waves him away.

Time nods, no longer paying attention and slowly... nearly half an hour later, you see that the two of them have fallen asleep again. Thankfully neither of them seem to realize that it didn’t sound like your voice at all.

Shadow appears again from somewhere and takes his spot next to Four. “Nice going.”

“Shut up.”

“Four, I have questions.” You sit up and make your way over to the two of them.

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “What’s there to explain?”

“Everything?”

“Ok. Ok. Both of you, don’t start. You caught us fair and square. Sit down.” Four sighs and gestures to the other spot next to him. “It’ll take a while.”

“Done.” You grin and nearly run over a sleeping Sky in the process. “Tell me everything.”

Wild

“Has anyone seen Mr. Champion?” You glance up after doing a supply check through your bag. You’re running a little low on rations and know the resident cook usually has some to spare.

But you haven’t seen him in a while.

“Didn’t he go to get fire wood?” Wind tilts his head.

“Wasn’t that at least an hour ago?” You respond, furrowing your eyebrows as you think about it more. Where did Wild go?

“He hasn’t come back yet?” Warrior sits up straighter. Now the rest of the group is a little more aware of their missing member and each start subconsciously checking the tree line as if he were about to come back that very second.

“I can go look for him.” You offer, standing up. “Maybe he got distracted. We are in a new area.”

“Oh great, he could be miles away and we’d never know.” Legend groans and throws his head back. “Just what we needed.”

“Have a little faith Vet.” You snort. With a quick jump and skip over the supplies, you begin to leave the camp behind. “Try calling him Wind, I’ll see if I can go find our missing chef before dinner.”

“Please do.” Time nods. “We’ll start a full search party if you’re not back within the next hour though. It’s getting too dark.”

“Noted.”

“I could find him faster.” You hear Twilight say but you’re already too far away to back down now.

Truthfully, you have no idea where to start- but you imagine that to find Wild- one must think like Wild.

You pick a direction and stick with it.

At some point maybe fifteen minutes in you reach a small creek and begin to follow to stream upwards.

It’s really more like you’re taking a hike than searching for your friend and you begin to feel a little stupid even if realistically there’s no other way for this to be done.

That is- until you see him anyway.

He’s seems to be frozen in place, staring off into the distance with his hands still held mid air, gripping the canteen he appears to have been filling up.

It confuses you and you stand there staring at him to move- to blink- to do something. But he doesn’t. “Wild?”

No response.

“Champion?” You call a little louder and begin to tip toe a little closer to him. You’re afraid that even the slightest snapping of a twig would break whatever spell he’s under and you don’t fancy a violent reaction out the man who can easily blow the whole area up with little to nothing.

But still no response.

“Link!” You hiss and eventually reach his side. He hasn’t once turned in your direction or even acknowledged your presence and you begin to doubt that he’s even conscious.

His eyes are open and he’s knelt beside the creek but maybe he got hit with some magic or something- you don’t know.

You gulp and place a hand on his shoulder. You shake him lightly but when that also proves to not do anything you begin to shake him more and more until you nearly throw him over-but he does not react at all.

“Oh boy... What on earth happened to you?” You bite you lip and begin to look around. He’s too heavy for you to carry on your own and also too far away to yell for help or assistance.

You should have dragged Twilight with you.

Suddenly he takes a deep breath and blinks rapidly, shaking himself back into the present.

You freeze and tense up considerably as you watch him come back to himself.

Wild stretches and looks up at the sky before standing up. “Twilight’s not going to like this.”

“No. I don’t think so.” You reply.

He freezes as well and looks at you by only shifting his eyes. “How long were you here for?”

“A while...” You admit. “Maybe fifteen minutes. You were gone for over an hour. I got worried.”

“Oh. That’s not so bad then.”

“You ok?” You gulp and slowly drop your shoulders from your ears and unclench your fists.

“Yup. Peachy.”

You nod and continue to lower your guard- not trusting this one bit. “May I ask what that was?”

“Just a memory.” He shrugs and tries to walk past you.

“A memory?” You frown and turn on your heel to follow him. “A memory? I shook you head enough to nearly throw you into the water and you claim it was because of a flashback? I’ve heard of disassociation before but I think this is more like astral projection through dimensions. You were completely gone!”

“It happens from time to time. Nothing to worry about.”

“What if something came up behind you and killed you?” You argue. “I’d say that’s something to worry about. Does this happen often?”

“Everyone once in a while. Maybe once every other month. It depends really. It doesn’t happen as often as it did in the beginning though.” Wild admits and gestures for you to follow him.

You do- but you keep asking him questions.

“So this is normal?”

“For me? Yes.”

“For you?”

“I...” Wild hisses slightly as another thought comes to his mind. “I never told you did I?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m going to assume that no, you didn’t.”

“I get memories from my old life from time to time when something triggers them. I used to have amnesia but I’ve got most of the my memories back at this point... By now it’s just filling in little blanks.” Wild shrugs. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Oh...” Understanding calms you somewhat. At least it’s not a magic spell or anything. “How did you get amnesia? Do you remember that?”

Wild stops in his tracks and looks at the ground momentarily before looking up again and walking forward. “I died.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I died.”

“Huh?”

“I. Died.”

“WILD!” You tense up again and follow him without hesitation. “What do you mean you died? Did you heart just stop or were you like blow up or something- Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’m being super insensitive right now, aren’t I? But I don’t understand! I don’t- Wild- Link- you can’t just drop a bomb like that. Are you like a ghost or something? No. Wait. You can bleed and I’ve seen you crash into more walls and rocks than I care to admit.”

“This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting.” Wild frowns and cuts you off.

“ArE YOu oK?!”

“I’m here aren’t I?”

“But that’s not what I mean- How can that even make sense-”

“Where did you think I got my scars from?” Wild cuts you off once more with a barely restrained snort as he bites his lip.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m fine I promise.”

“Wild nooo....” You whine and Wild thinks for a minute that the information upset you so much that you’re going to cry. “Who did it? I’ll kill them with my bare hands. Who hurt you?”

Wild comes to a full stop again and sighs. Deep and tired but he tilts his head and offers you his hand. “Do you want the short story or the long?”

“Long story please.”

For the first time since this conversation started, Wild smiles even if it’s faint and subtle. “Alright, let’s take the scenic route back. This might take a while.”

Part 2

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tom-holland-parker · 4 years

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Secrets

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Pairing: Mob!tom x reader

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

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"This is your house" you said in shock as Tom helped you out of the car. It was the largest house you'd ever seen and it was crazy to think that it belonged to the man you're dating. He chuckled grabbing your hand as he guided you through the front door, "it one of my houses"

You rolled your eyes looking around the fancy living room. You kept your hands to yourself, afraid that you would break something that cost more than you could imagine. "You're telling me that we've been spending weekends in my tiny studio apartment when you have a living room that size of my building"

Tom smiled watching you explore every part of the large room. "I like your small apartment. It's very cute" You stared at him with suspicious eyes, "what exactly did you say you do for a living?"

He took a deep breath trying to remain calm as he remembered the lie he told you, "I'm CEO of a waste management company". It wasn't a complete lie, if you changed waste to people and management to murder. The truth is that Tom was too afraid to tell you that he ran one of the largest mobs in London. He was afraid you'd react badly and never want to see him again. Even though he’d only been dating you for 7 months he was completely whipped and would do anything for you. Lying was his way of protecting you and buying time so he could find the right way to tell you what he does for a living.

You tilted your head in confusion but didn't push for detail. Instead you nodded and grabbed his hand, "so am I going to get the grand tour or are we spending the whole day in your living room". He smiled, guiding you into the other rooms.

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“And this is the library” Tom said as he opened the door to the large room covered floor to ceiling in bookshelves. You looked around, fascinated by all the books in the room. “Don’t get too excited, they're all history and law books” Tom said, chuckling as you sighed in disappointment.

“You have a library in your house and you decide to fill it with boring books” You crossed your arms, “I’m convinced you’re a psychopath”. He chuckled as he stood in front of you, grabbing your chin to gently push your head up. He placed a kiss on your forehead before sighing, “I’ll clear off an entire bookshelf so you can put whatever books you want”

“Well there's the classics, ” You began to list off all the books you could think of, “oh and there obviously-”

“Boss we got a problem” You were interrupted by a tall muscular man. Tom’s lips went thin and his jaw tightened, it didn’t take a genius to show he was annoyed. You stared in confusion but remained quiet. “Deal with it” Tom said, you flinched at the violence in his voice, “I don’t want to be bothered unless it’s an emergency”

The man nodded his head leaving the room silently. “Your workers just hang around your house?” You questioned as Tom’s face softened again. He chuckled nervously, “I prefer to have them close to me in case anything goes wrong”

“Interesting tactic” You joked, “It must be fun to be your employee”. He shrugged, “They still find ways to annoy me”

“But it’s waste management, how hard is it to keep track of garbage?” You asked. He laughed in amusement, as if you were telling a joke, “You’d be surprised”

“Seriously though all you have to do is pick up that trash and-” Tom interrupted holding his finger to your lips. “Enough about my job, it’s for me to worry about” He bopped your nose gently before smiling, “How’d you like to see the green house?”

You gasped, “Why wasn’t that the first thing you showed me? Let’s go”. Tom sighed in relief, happy that you stopped asking questions, “This way Love”

He grabbed your hand guiding you out the library to the stairs, “No one ever really uses it because no one here gardens” He explained as you got closer to the backyard, “But I saw all those plants in your apartment and figured you could find some use for it”

It was a complete lie actually. Tom had seen the way you covered your apartment with various plants, he loved the way you took care of them as if they were real children. When he returned home that night he bought a greenhouse for his backyard, knowing that it would be a place that can make you happy whenever you came to his house.

“This is so cool” Your eyes lit up as you walked in, hands grazing along the tables and large piles of dirt bags. You were mentally mapping out where you were going to put different plants when you heard a knock on the glass door. Another man, still tall but this time less muscular, entered whispering to Tom. You watched as Tom's eyes filled with a mixture of anger and annoyance. The man quickly left as Tom turned to you, "Darling I'm sorry I have business to handle real quick, how about you go to the living room and pick a movie for us to watch and I'll get to you as soon as possible"

Your eyes widened nervously, "you're leaving me in the house alone?"

He chuckled grabbing your hands to lead you out the greenhouse. "No I'll be in my office in the west wing" he pointed towards the tall man from before who stood waiting outside the door, "if you need me for any reason just tell Charlie and he'll get me right away"

You nodded your head as Tom let go of your hand, "Charlie will take you back to the living room, I'll be done as soon as possible". Tom quickly kissed your forehead before walking back into the house. You turned to Charlie, giving him an awkward smile as he began walking you to the living room.

After an hour of sitting on the couch and staring at the television you started to get bored. You couldn't stop the little voice inside your head telling you to start exploring the house. You sighed, turning off the TV. Charlie, who had remained silent the entire time, stared at you in confusion trying to figure out exactly what you were going to do. "Where's Tom's office?" You asked, standing up from the couch. Charlie stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, "do you need him?"

You shook your head, "No but I'm bored and since you're not going to talk to me I might as well find something to do?"

"As much as I'd love to help you" he said sarcastically, "Tom gave me specific instructions to make sure you don't wander off"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, throwing yourself back on the couch as you tried to think of a way past him. You knew trying to physically overpower him wouldn't work. Trying to seduce him was useless because you sucked at flirting, something Tom loved about you. You smiled, decided to do the only thing you knew best, catch them off guard.

"Can we at least play a game or something. I'm sure there's playing cards around here somewhere" you said looking around the room for the deck of cards. You remembered Tom telling you how he hosted poker night every Friday with his brothers. Charlie sighed grabbing the pack from the poker set on top of the large mantle.

You took them from his hand motioning for him to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table as you shuffled and divided the cards. "Have you ever played spit?" You asked setting the game up

He shrugged, "I've played a game or two"

"Great get ready to lose" you joked as you grabbed your cards and started the game. It only took 4 rounds for Charlie to start getting comfortable and if you weren't set on finding Tom you would've played this game with him all day. "Where's the bathroom?" You asked as he shuffled the cards for another around. He pointed towards the hallway not giving much thought about it, "its down the hall to your left. Gold doorknob"

You nodded getting up from the table and walking out the room. As quietly as you could you walked up the stairs. You didn't know exactly where Tom's office was located but you knew that the Library was in the West wing so it had to be close by.

You slowed your pace once you reached the library doors, listening for any sort of noise that would point out the office. It didn't take long for you to hear a muffled voice shouting. You took a deep breath following the voice to the door at the end of the hall. The shouts were louder but you could tell it wasn't Tom's voice.

You hesitantly placed your ear on the door listening for some sort of context. "This is the second time him and his gang have done this. I want him dead" the voice shouted. You imagine it belonged to a stressed middle aged man and laughed at the idea of the man's face turning red with anger.

"You can't just kill him. You still have deals with him that need to end first" You heard Tom's surprisingly calm voice. It shocked you how nonchalant he was about the topic of murder. The man began to shout again but you were distracted by the large hand that grasped your shoulder. You turned slowly not surprised to see Charlie standing in front of you, his face disappointed. "You must want me to get fired" he whispered

You smiled at him as your hand grabbed the doorknob. He moved to grasp your wrist but wasn't quick enough. The door was open and you both were stumbling in the large room. You watched as all eyes turned to you and Charlie, everyone clearly confused by your entrance. Well everyone but Tom, who had a mixture of worry and anger on his face.

It was that very moment that Tom knew he wouldn't be able to hide this from you. He watched as you looked around the room, embarrassment taking over your body, obviously unaware of what was being discussed.

"I'm sorry" you said, your voice was small and you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. Tom sighed, looking like he was having a small moral debate with himself. He lifted his hand motioning for you to come over. You slowly walked past the others in the room who were still staring at you in confusion.

Tom pat his lap, signaling for you to sit. You did as you were told feeling more confident now that his arm was wrapped around your waist. "Listen Jimmy, it's not going to happen until you close all business ends with him. End of story now get out" Tom demanded.

The man, who was actually younger than you'd imagined, sighed in acceptance and he nodded his head and quickly left with two men trailing behind him. "I'll deal with you later Charlie get out" Tom said with a tired voice as he rubbed his eyes.

You stared at him awkwardly not sure if you wanted to bring up the conversation you overheard. "Wandering around a large house like this can be dangerous" Tom said as he stared at you.

You bit your lip nervously not sure how to respond, "I'm sorry" you whispered staring tm down at the chain around him neck, "don't be mad at Charlie its not his fault"

"I'm not mad" Tom's fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress, "just happy you're safe". You chuckled, "you say that like there was some sort of danger in the house"

His lips went thin as he let out a deep breath. He looked at you, one hand rubbing you back the other gripping your chin, pulling you closer to him as he gave you a kiss. "I have to tell you something"

"What's wrong?" He bit his lip nervously, "I've been lying about my job. I'm the leader of the biggest mafia in London"

Your body froze with shock, not sure how to respond to that. "Um" you hesitated, "like Scarface?" He couldn't hide the smile forming on his face, he found your obliviousness adorable, "yes just like Scarface"

You knew that the reasonable response would've been to run away and never speak to Tom again, but some part of you knew that Tom was still the man you loved no matter what he did. You just had to accept that you loved a dangerous and powerful man. You sighed, "well if we're telling secrets I'm a hard core criminal"

Tom stared at you in confusion, "what?" You chuckled, "yeah in high school I went through a hardcore shoplifting stage I can pretty much steal anything” You smiled as Tom’s laughter filled the room. “But seriously I don’t get why you lied, Mafia boss sounds kinda hot”

“Sounds hot until you're dead because someone doesn’t like you” He said as he absentmindedly drew traced shapes on your thigh with his fingers. You rolled your eyes, “Don’t try and scare me away because it’s not gonna work”

“I’m just saying I don’t want you to get into something you regret” He whispered. You sighed, “Tom will it calm you down if I told you I love you and I’m not going anywhere?” His eyes shot towards you, shock filling them.

“Are you serious?” He asked. You chuckled, “yes now say it back before I start overthinking”. He let out a deep breath, moving you so you straddle his legs, “I love you” he whispered as he kissed your neck, “I love you so much”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You joked as your hips grinded against his. He paused reaching down to pull out the handgun from his waist, you laughed as he placed it on the table, “oh a gun”

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anonquack · 3 years

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| And Me? |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 2262

Warnings: None! Just some curse words.

Summary: Seeing how much time you've been spending with Bad recently just doesn't sit well with Quackity, and he's going to make sure your attention is returned back to where it belongs. With him.

You had been messing around with what was coined the "Feral Boys" on a Saturday afternoon. Your takeout order was placed on your desk, neglected by the loud clicking and tapping of your keyboard. You all had been throwing around random stream ideas, which proceeded to be bashed by everyone.

"Guys," Dream groaned, frustration clear in his tone yet there was still that softness that let everyone know he wasn't actually mad, "we've been on call for 2 hours and still have no stream ideas we like."

"Maybe if Sapnap didn't complain about everything." Karl quickly quipped in, the grin that was probably plastered onto his face was visible to you even with it just being voice chat.

Sapnap clapped back just as quickly, a little more edge to his words but just the right amount of teasing too.

"Yeah? Nothing works with your schedule. We gotta fit these ideas in with your Mr. Beast-filled schedule."

Quackity let out a laugh that made you roll your eyes yet smile fondly as you finally turned to look at your food, taking a bite as the call jumped right back into their previous banter, a helpless Dream trying to regain control and get everyone to work together.

It served as background noise as you quietly ate your food, inputting or agreeing with someone here and there, your stomach grateful to finally be getting some food. You'd been too busy earlier, and now you had the chance to eat and relax on call with friends. No actual streaming or anything, but still with the burden of coming up with new and fun stream ideas.

As you took yet another bite, your gaze fell onto your phone as the screen lit up, a notification coming through. You set your food down and grabbed the device, clicking on it and smiling once you saw it was a message from Bad.

Unlike whatever mess this call was, you had scheduled to record a video with Bad, and you assumed this message was to confirm that he was now available to film. After quickly reading it, your assumptions were proven right.

"Hey, Bad just texted. I'm gonna head out. Try not to think too hard while I'm gone, okay?" You said as you grabbed ahold of your mouse again, cursor going towards the disconnect button.

There was a mix of 'Bye!' and 'You think of some too, then!' and Sapnap's backhanded remarks that told you he would indeed miss you. You smiled, about to click disconnect before he spoke up.

"Bad? What are you recording with Bad?" The question caught you off guard, not because it came from Quackity but because no one had asked.

"Oh, well, just for a youtube video.. and I promised him we'd chat since I miss him." You admitted, cursor dancing across the screen as you waited for a response, if there was to be any.

"How come we didn't get invited?" Quackity asked, voice a mix of feigned hurt and disbelief of being 'left out'.

You playfully rolled your eyes, noticing a message come in from Bad yet again asking if he could call now. "You spend enough time with Bad as it is. Get in line, right now its MY turn. Now bye!! Seriously." You chuckled, hearing the start of a protest before disconnecting from the call and moving your cursor onto Bad's chat, quickly pressing the call button and waiting to hear his sweet voice ringing through your headphones.

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As the small ping notified everyone else in the call that you had disconnected, Quackity let out a small huff, followed by George's small laugh.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Quackity replied with a tired tone, fingers lazily typing up some email he had been procrastinating on.

"Was that jealously I smelled, Big Q?" Karl teased, letting out a laugh that was so contagious, eliciting laughs from the whole call, even Quackity couldn't help but laugh before letting out another noise of disapproval.

"No, what the fuck? It's just they didn't even contribute any ideas. Just sat and argued with us, and then left to go hang out with Bad." He reasoned, it was a half truth. It didn't bother Quackity at all that you'd been 'unproductive', he enjoyed your company so much and these past two hours had left him with a tummy ache from laughing too hard.

What he hadn't enjoyed was you dropping everything to go on a call with Bad.

It didn't actually bother him, it was part of the bit they had going on, where he was a Skeppy 2.0 and had to fight the other Skeppy copies, in this case YOU, for Bad's attention.

Right?

He could feel a migraine coming through trying to understand this new emotion settling in his chest.

Sapnap let out an amused laugh, mumbling a 'sure' but swiftly changing topics in order to not start yet another argument.

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It had been about 4 days since the call with the 'Feral Boys' and the recording with Bad. Since then, everything had ran smoothly and you'd been extra productive, focused on getting the video edited and posted as soon as possible.

Currently, you were ringing Bad as he streamed on the server, wanting to make a quick appearance and also just bug him for a bit since you missed him.

Since it was a rather chill stream, Bad didn't fight away your affection, instead encouraging that you hop on the server and play with him for a bit. You couldn't say no to that, how could you?

Before you knew it, you were off your bed and on your chair, in front of your computer as the Minecraft loading screen lit up your facial features and Bad told chat and you about an event that took place this weekend while he was out shopping.

The hushed laughs and sweet stories being shared were soon interrupted by Bad letting out an annoyed huff. "Quackity is spamming me to let him join the call. Is that okay, Y/N?"

You nodded, letting out a hum of approval as you walked towards Bad's avatar that was currently standing still since Bad tabbed out. "Of course."

"Okay, Quackity I'm live, what do you want?" Bad warned before tabbing back onto minecraft.

"Why are you guys calling without me?" There it was, the same tone he had 4 days ago when he was 'upset' he got left out. Your eyes looked at the small message on the bottom left of the screen that let everyone know Quackity had joined the server.

"Because.. whats wrong with it?" Bad asked, confused, before happily following that up, "I was actually telling them about my trip to the store over the weekend."

"Yeah, he was," you mused, "before you rudely interrupted." You assumed he was here for a bit, the Skeppy 2.0s fighting for Bad's love and affection, bothering Bad for a bit before letting the stream go back to being a relaxing, chill stream.

"Yeah? Well I want to hear the story too. You'll tell me too, right Bad?" He returned, the joking tone in his voice confirmed your assumptions. This was a bit.

Bad let out an exasperated sigh. These bits were never planned beforehand, they just happened and unfortunately for Bad it was happening during his chill stream. "What are you two going to fight about now?"

"I have one. Why were you guys recording without me? Hm?" The chat exploded with confusion and excitement for a new video from either Bad or you, possible video ideas being thrown around in chat.

"Because." You deadpan, "If you can do it, so can I."

"That's different." He says every single syllable with precision, as if he is preaching something of upmost importance. "You two spend way too much time together now."

Bad says something to try and interfere the banter he knows is about to take place, chat is going crazy about the Skeppy 2.0s fighting for Bad's love. "So much for a chill stream." He mumbles to chat as his character watches you and Quackity hitting each other. With your fists, since it was deemed a 'fair fight' by both.

After about 3 hours, Bad decided he'd had enough and began saying goodbye to chat. There was a content smile on your lips as you made your character crouch beside Bad's, letting out a small and content "Bye chat!". Quackity had stayed the 3 hours as well, and was yelling his own goodbyes. As soon as the stream ended, Bad let out a small laugh.

"Sometimes you two are just too much." He said, the smile evident in his voice. "Do you guys enjoy bothering me that much?"

"Aw c'mon, Bad. You know we love you tons. And you know damn well you enjoy it too." Quackity teased, which earned yet another exasperated sigh from Bad.

"Okay, well I'm heading to bed.. I'm exhausted. Thank you two, for joining me tonight.. I had fun." He said softly, which automatically made a frown appear on your lips.

"Of course, Bad! I had fun too. Thanks for letting us join. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?" You offered, to which he hummed. There was a few more goodbyes exchanged before the ping notified you both Bad was gone.

There was silence for a bit as you finally got out of the server and shut minecraft off, wanting to rest your eyes for a bit. Maybe even head to bed yourself.

"You'll call him tomorrow, huh?"

Your eyes closed and you leaned your head back against your chair.

"Bit's over, Quackity." You chuckled, not up for yet another banter about who deserved Bad's love more.

"When's the last time we called? Now it's just Bad this, Bad that."

Your eyes opened, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at his little profile picture that had its green ring fading around it.

"What?" You said in pure disbelief.

"You heard me." He mumbled. "Video recordings, streams, calls. And me? Nothing. Not one crumb."

"What about you?" You teased, amusement growing as you realized the past 3 hours had not been about Bad, at least not entirely.

"Don't make me actually say it." He complained, which only helped make the smile on your face grow.

"Use your words, Alex. I can't read minds." You gently bit at your bottom lip in anticipation, and in poor attempt to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape.

"Where's my calls? My recordings. You can't just randomly strip away all your attention from me and dump it on Bad."

"I didn't even do that." You protested, before letting the laugh escape your lips. "Plus, you should be greedy over Bad's attention, not mine."

"Maybe it's not for a bit, asshole? Did you think of that?" He asked sarcastically, earning a scoff from you.

"So you want my attention yet you're going to proceed to call me an asshole?"

"Yes." He breathed out.

"You didn't deny it." You hummed in slight approval. Usually he'd shy away from showing any actual clinginess or affection, and yet here he was, declaring with his whole chest that he wanted attention.

"Because I'm serious. Do you think this is a joke? Is that what I am to you?" He said dramatically, to which you shook your head.

"Of course not." You hummed before smiling at the absurdity of this conversation.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you and now you were imagining things.

"So? Does this mean I'm getting daily calls, recording videos with you, and streaming together whenever? Even on the alt?"

"Now you're just asking for too much."

"It's the bare minimum you can do for treating me so poorly and neglecting your responsibilities."

"Neglecting my responsibilities?" You repeated in disbelief.

"Yes." He declared. "Ignoring me for Bad is neglecting your responsibilities. A.K.A. me."

"I wasn't ignoring you, Alex." You tried to reason, though he would not listen to any reasoning.

"Yeah, yeah. So what? Do we have a deal?"

You paused and thought about what he was asking for. It really wasn't much, and he was most likely joking, but it was very endearing to see him ask for attention so openly. Especially from you.

"Did you miss me, Alex? While I was off on calls with Bad, talking about who knows what until who knows what time.. were you missing me? Thinking about me?" There was a teasing tone to your voice, but you also genuinely wanted to know.

It was clear that it caught him offguard.

"I mean.. yeah– what do you want me to say? No, fuck you. I didn't miss you at all. That's why I'm on call with you whining and bitching about how you don't give me enough attention and I want more. Specifically from you, please."

His last few words came out more hushed than the rest, and it brought a smile onto your face.

"Okay."

"Okay-?"

"You don't have to go on.. I'll give you the attention you want so badly from me." You said, the grin on your face growing more at the sound of happiness he let out.

"I guess directly asking for stuff isn't too bad, hm? I'll have to give props to Karl later for the advice."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. "You asked Karl for advice on how to get my attention-?"

He let out a small groan, "Let's not talk about this with anyone, yeah? Just give me my attention and shh."

You hummed, "Whatever you say, Alex."

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