#made a friend on the server!! i really like playing with them <:) we bounce off of each other really well

[crintsiewintsey]

got into a minecraft server and been playing a lot on it lately. feels so good to play my silly little slime character and having hot steamy gay sex in the nether. it's what charlie slimecicle would've wanted 🫡

[justagamerandaweeb]

Curiosity - Modern AU! Aizetsu x Male! Reader

Starting off my LGBT journey, we're gonna start with my favorite clone out of the four. I don't know why, but I feel like Aizetsu would be bi-curious, especially if it's a male friend he likes.

But, that's just me.

Art by Arkdraws13 (Twitter and Insta), Blue divider by @peachesboard, and blue MDNI banner by @roseschoices.

The following smut includes: anal fingering, anal penetration, fellatio, Aizetsu receiving (but also giving), just same-sex things. Doggystyle and Cowboy position. (And nipple pinching, but only on one paragraph.)

The sound of music playing in Aizetsu's ears as his eyes were closed, sitting on a bench, next to a lake. Him wearing headphones while feeling the cool breeze hit him made him feel in a state of serenity. It was rare for him to have this sort of quiet, considering he lived with his brothers.

He leaned his head back and let out a brief exhale through his mouth and opened his eyes to look at the beautiful red, orange, and pink sky. "It looks beautiful, doesn't it?" He heard the sound of another man talking. He turns his head to the left to see (Y/N), sitting with his leg crossed, and his arm perched to keep his head up.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

"I was just taking a stroll, trying to get some air after being in my apartment for so long, and then I see you sitting here. So, how you doing?" (Y/N) asked him. Aizetsu took his headphones off as he straightened his neck, and sat up properly as he responded, "Just... Dawdling."

(Y/N) hums as he lets out a heavy sigh and looks at the lake. "Anything in particular you want to talk about?" His legs started to bounce as he asked that question to him, and he responded, "No, not really. I mean, other than getting some space from my brothers, of course."

(Y/N) hums in a way of acknowledgment as he stops bouncing his leg and says, "Do you want to do anything in the meantime?" Aizetsu looked at him, as he asked him, "What do you mean?" "I mean, you want to go out and eat? Have a drink? Anything."

Aizetsu lets out a small hum as if he were thinking about what he should do. "I mean, I can leave you alone, if you want. I would do anything you aren't comfortable with." (Y/N) commented, assuring Aizetsu that he still has a choice to come with him or not.

"No, I do. But, where would we go out? Are there any spots you might recommend?" Aizetsu questioned him as he responded, "Well, I know this place where we can play video games, and eat and drink. I went there for one of my friend's birthday,  and honestly, it was fun. You wanna go there? See if you enjoy it too?"

"Hm... I guess." He said as he stood up and stretched. He made a sharp exhale out through his nose as he said, "Where is this place?" "Follow me, and I'll show you." (Y/N) said as he walked up the mini hill. Aizetsu followed him as they both started to along the trail that led them out of the park. They both were walking on the sidewalk, cars passing by them and the displays of merchandise on the electronic walls.

Few minutes go by, and (Y/N) makes a sudden stop at a specific building, that has graphics of video games and anime characters on its vertical windows. "Here we are, this is the place." They both walked up to the door that had the name of the building, "Battle & Brew?"

"Yeah, cool name for an arcade restaurant, in my opinion. C'mon let's have some fun." (Y/N) said as he opened the door, and walked in. Aizetsu was met with the overwhelming amount of tech that was packed into this building. Multiple PCs, multiple monitors, TVs, consoles, controllers propped for display, and people.

"Hi, can we get 3 hours to the VIP section? We're just gonna play a few games, eat and drink." (Y/N) asked the server as they responded, "Absolutely. Follow me." They started to walk to the area that had a curtain covering up the room, and they slid it away to reveal a room that had two big screen TVs, two rectangular small tables, a small TV that had a VR headset propped on the stool, and three consoles on each set of the two TV tables.

"This is where you two will be playing. And this," they grab some sort of circular device, "is what you use to call us if you need anything. Maybe a new game, a refill, anything. Got that?" And they both nodded. "Good. And speaking of food, should I give you two your menus?"

"Uh, sure. We can wait." (Y/N) said as he sat down on the right couch. "Okay, be right back." The server said as they walked out of the room. Aizetsu sits next to (Y/N), as Aizetsu looks down under the table to see three consoles set up. "This place looks really expensive in terms of tech."

"I said the same thing when I got here for the first time with my friend. But, as we wait for our menus, what do you want to play first? You see the games they have on the walls, so we have a lot of options." (Y/N) said as he looked at the display of multiple game cases on the wall.

Aizetsu hums as he looks at the rows of games on the wall, trying to see what game he would have fun with the most. Moments later, the server came back with two menus in one of their hands. They gave it to the two and they looked at it. It shows different foods and drinks with some clear comic, video game, and anime references.

"So, do any of you have any choices?"

(Y/N) looks at Aizetsu as he says, do you want to go first, or..." he points the menu at (Y/N), indicating that he should go first. "Okay, I'll go first. For a drink, can I get the Princess Peach? And for my appetizer, I'll take..." (Y/N)'s eyes scrolled down to the appetizers section when one of the descriptions caught his eye.

Stuffed Boule with garlic herb cheese and garlic butter topping. Served with marinara. "...Garlic Bread DA-BOMB." The server wrote the drink and the appetizer of choice as they said, "Okay, and for your entree?"

"Hm..." (Y/N)'s eyes pan down to the entrees section, and another description caught his eye. Mac and cheese, fried chicken tossed in hot/BBQ sauce topped with ranch dressing. Just from the description alone was enough to make (Y/N)'s stomach growl. "I'll take The Dark Phoenix Mac with hot sauce, please." He said, as he put the menu down on the rectangular table.

"Okay, thank you. And what will you have, sir?" The server asked Aizetsu, pointing their pen at him. "I'll take a Rainbow Road for my drink. For my appetizer, I'll just take Peter Parker's Pickles. And my entree is Dragon's Nest." And he puts down the menu.

"Okay, thank you. As you guys wait for your drinks and meals to be done, what do you guys wanna play? I'll get someone else to pick up the controllers for you." (Y/N) and Aizetsu look at each other as (Y/N) asked him, "Do you have a poison of choice?" Aizetsu looked down under the TV table, and locked his eyes with Switch that was connected to the TV. "Can we play Nintendo?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'll ask someone to bring the controllers, and I'll tell them to cook your food. I'll be back with your drinks, so enjoy yourselves for the time being." And they left again. Aizetsu huffs as he slouches on the leather black couch, and taps his foot on the slightly sticky floor. "So, how is this experience treating you so far?" (Y/N) questioned Aizetsu, with a smirk on his face.

"It's... An interesting place, so to speak. Never seen menus where they would have media culture references. But, it's fun to see, to say the least." Aizetsu answered, sounding like a restaurant nerd. (Y/N) chuckled a little as he mouthed out, "As much as it is nice of you to say that, that isn't what I asked. Are you having fun, or not?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"Good." They both sat there for a few seconds before Aizetsu spoke up and uttered, "So, how have you been doing for this past month?"

"In what regard?" (Y/N) retorted. "I mean... in general. Wanna see how you're doing since you're always so busy. Is there anything you want to talk about in particular?" Aizetsu whispered out that last part, almost as if he wanted to talk about that thing.

"Are you trying to make me open up about myself? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you already know." (Y/N) speculated at Aizetsu. Because it wasn't a secret to him. Well, at least the people he knew and trusted around him.

"I know, but... what's it like?" He said, sounding like a curious child who knows something that they aren't supposed to. (Y/N)'s eyebrow raised in concern as he turned his head to him and made eye contact with him as he said, "What do you mean?"

A blush started to form on his face as he put his hand on the back of his head and avoided eye contact with him as he pleaded, "I-I mean... how does it work? Does it feel the same, or..." Aizetsu's leg started to bounce as he was trying to think of something to say.

"Or?"

"...is there something else to it...?" He mutters out as his eyes traces back to (Y/N)'s. A smirk crept up to (Y/N)'s lips as he lets out a nose laugh and says, "There's nothing to it, really. It feels how it feels, I'm pretty sure you can't go more deeper than that. I just like men mainly because they look more attractive than women, simple as that." He confided that last part, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Huh." Aizetsu crooned, taking into consideration from (Y/N)'s answer. "But, to answer your question about how I've been doing for this past month, I'm doing good."

Moments later, a server that had two Nintendo Pro controllers, one was blue and black, and the other was (P/C) and (S/C). "Here you two go. Lemme turn on the TV." The server grabbed the remote that was propped on the wall as they turned on the TV, and turned on the Switch. "Do you guys need anything else, or have I done my part?"

"We don't need anything else, thank you." (Y/N) commented as the server responded, "Well alright then. You two have a fun time now!" And walks out the room. Aizetsu grabbed the blue and black controller, while (Y/N) grabbed the (P/C) and (S/C) one. "So, what game do you want to play first?" (Y/N) said scrolling through the catalog of games the Switch had to offer.

"Um... Mario Kart?"

"I was just about to suggest that." He said as he booted up the game. He lifted his arm up a bit, and slightly extended his fist towards him as he said, "Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Minutes go by as they played track after track on Mario Kart, they chose to do 16 races, and they were on their 11th. Their drinks and appetizers were already on the table, both of their plates empty, and their cups half-drunk as they were having a fun time together playing and eating.

"Hello, Dark Pheniox Mac and Dragons Nest?" The server announced with a big black platter in their hands that had one plate of chicken and waffles, and a big bowl of chicken with macaroni and cheese.

The server puts both of the dishes down and says, "Enjoy your meals." (Y/N) and Aizetsu nods as (Y/N) says, "We will, thank you!" And paused the game. "Man, I'm starving. As good as that appetizer was, I don't think it was enough to fill my stomach..." he grabbed the fork and continued, "But this? Oh, I already know I'm gonna be full throughout the day." He said as he licked his lips.

He picked up the bowl and was about to chow down, until he looked at the right of his peripherals to see Aizetsu's hands together and his eyes closed. Oh right. I almost forgot. He puts the bowl and the fork down as he closes his eyes and puts his hands together.

They both stay like that together for a couple of seconds, giving out mental prayers to their gods, thanking them for letting them have these delicacies that were placed right in front of them. "Thank you for the meal," Aizetsu utters out as he grabs the chicken, dipping it into the chili maple syrup, and takes a bite.

"Thank you for the meal." (Y/N) repeated as he grabbed the fork and the bowl, stabbed bits of the chicken and the macaroni, and shoved it into his mouth. Both of them chewed the food, and had different results. Aizetsu's eyes widened from the whiplash of how good the chicken mixed with the syrup was. While (Y/N) elicits a groan of satisfaction when he tastes the food. He's had it before when he was here during his friend's birthday, but the taste of it still felt fresh and new. Damn, I love this.

They both continued to eat their food of choice, and they even shared a bite with each other's food, both of them having positive reactions to eating the other's food. They both finish their dishes, feeling completely full and satisfied as they slouch on the couch. "That hit the spot. Phew..." (Y/N) said before unleashing a huge belch from his mouth. "Damn, 'cuse me."

Shortly after (Y/N) excused himself, Aizetsu put his fist in front of his mouth, and softly burped, telling his critique about how good the food was. "Excuse me." (Y/N) chuckles as he grabs a napkin, and wipes his mouth and hands. Aizetsu followed suit as he did the same, and when he finished, picked up the controller. "You ready?" He asks as (Y/N) cracks his knuckles, fingers, and neck as he picks up the controller and says, "Let's go."

Four races later, they were on their last race. The track they were on was ExciteBike Arena. This was gonna be the definitive answer of who is the better racer. Both of them were leaning forward, locked in as they were drifting and using their items through every turn of the big oval. Aizetsu was in 2nd, (Y/N) was in 3rd on the second lap.

Both of them had shells behind their karts for protection, both of them neck and neck against each other on the track. Both of their eyes were glued onto the screen as they made it to the final lap. Other than the TV, no sound has ever come out of their mouths, as if they weren't even breathing.

Then, all of a sudden, lightning struck and shrunk both of them, making them both lose their items and leaving them vulnerable. They both turned back into their normal state as it was now the final lap. They both broke their item boxes as (Y/N) got a green shell, amd Aizetsu received the shorter end of the straw and got coins.

(Y/N) thought it would be a great idea to throw it so he could hit Aizetsu, but he weaved at the last second and so it ricocheted around the track and somehow, by the laws of physics, it hit him. (Y/N) leaned more forward, looking like he was folding like a lawn chair, potentially ruining his spine.

(Y/N) was now stuck in 5th, and it would only take a miracle for him to get back to where he was. Fortunately, the Mario Kart gods must've heard his pleas as he was given three red shells, and a mushroom. He used two of the shells, hitting Yoshi, and Donkey Kong, leaving the last shell for Aizetsu.

Aizetsu had a shell behind his kart, so (Y/N) threw the shell, and wasted no time using the mushroom to get a boost. Aizetsu tried to throw the boomerang, but since those things can be sometimes unreliable, it was to no avail. (Y/N) mimicked the sound to where you finish the race as he leaned back on the couch and pumped his hand. "Yes... YES!" He then laughs as he covers his face and lets out a big sigh of satisfaction.

He looks to his right to see Aizetsu slouching on the couch in defeat. Sure, he got second place, but if only he had a better item then a boomerang. (Y/N) softly backhanded his arm as he says, "Hey, good game man." He said as he puts down the controller and checks his phone to see the time. "We got about an hour and 30 minutes. You wanna switch consoles, or do you want a rematch?"

Aizetsu grabbed the other controller, went to the home page, and booted up Smash Bros. "Oh, so that's what were doin'? Alright," he cracked his fingers and neck again as he grabbed his controller and stood up properly. "Let's play."

The last match was between Donkey Kong, and Ganondorf. The map they were on was Nintendogs as Both of them had one stock left. Aizetsu was at 25% as Donkey Kong while (Y/N) was at 50% as Ganondorf. The sounds of the controller sticks being pushed around as well as the loud clicking of the buttons and triggers filled the sound of the room.

Both of them started to do the same they did when they played Mario Kart, and didn't make a single sound. They would both get their few licks, but all there was was backing up and blocking. Both of them were at 75% now. Any one of them would lose off of one combo. (Y/N) could hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears while Aizetsu's body started to feel like it had a mind of its own. His fingers would move on instinct and without a second thought as well.

Aizetsu started to charge his neutral b attack as he then started to pressure (Y/N) as he was blocking. As he finished pressuring him, he thought it would be a good idea to do a side tilt a on him, but then Aizetsu moved back and hit him with a side b. (Y/N) was spamming the buttons to escape being stuck to the ground, but it was to no avail as Aizetsu hits him with his neutral b, resulting him getting flown across the map, and him losing a stock.

"Aw, fuck!" (Y/N) exclaimed out, as if he was angry, but the smile on his face would rather say otherwise. He heard the sound of Aizetsu softly chuckling, and he turns his head as he says, "Oh, you think that's funny? You baiting me and getting a stock off me is funny to you?"

Aizetsu softly nods and (Y/N)'s smile started to get bigger as he says, "Oh yeah? Well, let's see who's laughing now when I do this!" He then pounced on him as he then wraps his arm around his neck, balled his left hand up, and started to give him a noogie. Aizetsu started to laugh louder as (Y/N) commented, "Yeah, it's funny now, huh? You still think it's funny?" Aizetsu bends his head down, and slipped out of (Y/N)'s grasp, he couldn't get enough breathing room as (Y/N) mounted on top of him.

Their laughing slowly fade away, and their smiles started to softly drop as their faces started to become red. Their hearts began to sound more audible in their ears, and it felt like their blood was coursing through their veins at a rapid rate, making their body feel warmer as this interaction unfolds.

"W-What— What are you doing?" Aizetsu stuttered out as (Y/N)'s arms were pinned next to both sides of his head. "I-I... Don't know." (Y/N) softly responded, feeling completely frozen as it felt like he couldn't move. (Y/N) shook his head as he says, "I-I'm sorry... I'll get of you now."(Y/N) was about to sit up and sit back down on the couch, when suddenly, as if Aizetsu's body had a mind of its own, he wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s neck, pulled him down, and locked lips with him.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock, genuinely surprised that Aizetsu would kiss him after this stunt he pulled. His eyes slowly began to close, as he felt his muscles relax as Aizetsu was kissing him. He cupped Aizetsu's cheek, as they stayed there, locking each others lips for a couple of seconds.

After a moment, (Y/N) pulled back to breathe, and glanced at Aizetsu. His entire face was red, as steam was puffing out of his mouth, looking slightly embarrassed, but proud of what he did. "Holy shit..." (Y/N) softly spoke out as he leaned back up and scooted away from him. "Yeah..." Aizetsu agreed, sitting up. They both stayed silent for a few seconds as (Y/N) cleared his throat and stated, "I... Think our time is up."

Aizetsu takes his phone out and sees that it was 9 PM. He softly nods as he replies, "Y-Yeah... I think it is." (Y/N) stood up off the couch and extended his hand towards him so he could get picked up. Aizetsu politely declines his help, and he puts his hands in his pockets. The both walk out of the VIP room and met with the server in the front.

"I take it you two had a fun time?" The server asks them, not having a clue about what really went down in there. "Mhm." (Y/N) hummed in agreement as he took out his wallet and payed the amount that was required. The server takes the yen and says, "Thank you, have a nice night you two!" They both looked back and waved goodbye before leaving and walking down the sidewalk.

Both of them walking next to each other, not saying a word to each other, but their constant glancing at each other was enough for them to speak. Why did I/he do that?

I know he didn't mean to pin me down, but my body wanted him. Wait, no! That isn't what I thought! I just wanted to know how it felt to kiss a man! Agh, That sounds even worse!

Just when I was about to get off of him, he pulled me... like it was on impulse. Was it in the moment, or did he mean to do that? They glanced at each other and quickly avoided eye contact again as they thought, The strangest part about what happened in there, is that... I liked it. His lips... felt soft.

And... I want more.

"(Y/N)/Aizetsu, can—" they both stopped walking and looked at each other, surpised at the fact that they almost spoke in unison. "You go ahead." (Y/N) proposed him. Aizetsu mumbles out something indistinct, which (Y/N) did not hear clearly. "What?" Aizetsu clears his throat as he repeats what he said, "Can we... go to your place...?" He said, holding his right arm, showing off signs of slight embarrassment and shyness.

(Y/N) makes a few steps towards him, getting into his personal space, and kisses him on the cheek as he puts his arm around his shoulder. With no other words to exchange, they continued to walk on the sidewalk, now with faint blushes on their faces.

(Y/N) opens the door to the main entrance of the apartment complex. They both walked in, and walking around the main hall of the complex. (Y/N) pressed the button to call the elevator, and waited. (Y/N) softly whispers in Aizetsu's ear, giving him chills as he felt his warm breath as he says, "We don't have to do this, you know that right? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable and make you hate me."

Aizetsu softly shook his head as he retorted, "No. I want this. Just so I know what it's like." side-eyeing him. (Y/N) did nothing but him at that response as the sound of the elevator dinging made them slightly flinch. The elevator opens and they both went inside as (Y/N) pressed the number 4 and the elevator closes.

They both stood there, occasionally clearing their throats as they watch the floor number go up. They looked at each other as (Y/N) softly smirked at him, and Aizetsu groans as he looks down at the floor. (Y/N) kisses his cheek again, which made him more flustered than he already was.

The elevator stops, and the door opens, and so they walked out of the elevator and started to walk the hall. The sound of their shoes softly echoing in the hall as they got closer and closer and closer to (Y/N)'s room. (Y/N) makes a sudden stop as he he grabbed his keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

He grabs the doorknob, twists it, and pushes it open. He walks in and began to untie his shoes. Aizetsu follows suit as shortly after he did it, he puts his shoes next to the door. (Y/N) does the same as he then threw his jacket on the couch and started to walk to the room of his door. Aizetsu folded his jacket as he softly placed it on the arm rest of the couch and walked behind (Y/N).

(Y/N) looks back at Aizetsu, and back in front of the white wood of the door as he inhaled, and exhaled out of his nose before opening the door. There wasn't much to be seen, all there was was a TV, a console, wallpapers of different cultural media, and a king-sized bed to top it all off.

(Y/N) wasted no time whatsoever as he took his shirt off and then pulled his pants down. Aizetsu immediately blushed at this as he couldn't believe he could do something so casual from something like this. (Y/N) sat down on the corner of the bed as he looked at Aizetsu and said, "Come on."

Aizetsu slightly puckered his lips, before letting out a brief exhale and started to undress himself. He slowly took off his shirt, which revealed his slightly visible abs, and pecs. His arms also had definition, but not a lot to the point where his muscles would be bulging out of his skin. He then started to pull his pants down, revealing his surprisingly well-defined legs, and thighs, and now he was in nothing but his boxers.

He slowly started to walk to the bed, holding his arm and avoiding eye contact with him as he turned his body to the side, and sat down on the bed next to him. Aizetsu continued to avoid eye contact with him, looking at his feet as his leg began to bounce. (Y/N) notices and announces, "Hey." making Aizetsu flinch.

"We can stop here, you know that, right? I'm not gonna make you feel uncomfortable if you—" Aizetsu shuts him up by putting his lips on his. Aizetsu wrapped his arms around (Y/N) as they both collapsed on the bed, continuously kissing.

Their chapped lips moisturizing each other as their teeth were scraping against each other, their bodies inches away from connecting, their body on fire, their hearts beating at a rapid pace. (Y/N) tilts his head to the side to get a better position for them to kiss to lessen their chances of their teeth rubbing against each other, involving the case of their tongues going inside their mouths.

Aizetsu initially flinched at the feeling of (Y/N)'s tongue touching his, but his nerves were calmed as he felt (Y/N)'s hand touch his cheek. His face became less scrunched up, and it felt like his body was melting. This level of intimacy, is something he has never felt before in his life. Maybe because he was an outcast and never talked to people. Maybe it's because he never knew what love felt like. Maybe it was because he was too scared to talk to girls.

Or maybe, he wanted to see if there was more than a brotherly bond between him and (Y/N).

They both stopped kissing, breathing to regain oxygen after their long kissing session. Their eyes were half-lidded, their lips moist, their face red. Aizetsu glanced at (Y/N) for a second before he lowered his face down and laid his head on his chest. The first thing he sees is (Y/N)'s bulge that is coming out of his boxers, which makes his eyes slightly widen and elicit, "W-Whoa..."

He was erect as well, but he looked a little bigger. "Whoa what?" He heard (Y/N) say. He then sat back up and opened his mouth, but struggled to find the words. He then looked down at his boxers, which made (Y/N) look down as well. His cloth-covered shaft was twitching from the inside, making the pair of boxers stretch with every pulse that it did. His eyes panned over to Aizetsu's pair to see the same result, pointing it out. "Looks like you're not the only one."

Aizetsu groans as he feels his hands grab the rim of his boxers, making his breath hitch. "Relax, I won't do it unless you tell me to. Do you want me to make you feel good as we do this?" (Y/N) asks him with a sense of concern in his voice that sounded genuine. Aizetsu's expression of fear turned into an expression of shyness as he softly whispered, "...Go ahead."

(Y/N) smirks as he pulls them down, and watches his shaft slowly rise up off of his abdomen. (Y/N)'s rod began to twitch even harder, seeing Aizetsu's in full display. While he wasn't that thick, he made up for it in terms of length. He fully took off the boxers and threw them on the floor as he quickly took his pair off and revealed his thick pipe.

Fuck he's big... Aizetsu thought before a blush formed on his face as he thought, Did I really just say that? He was quickly brought back as he felt his hand wrap around him and started to slowly stroke him, making him elicit a hitch. A groan then escapes his lips as he lays his head down on the bed and lets (Y/N) touch him down there.

His entire body felt sensitive, specifically his shaft. It felt so tingly that it was enough to make his body have chills just from him moving his hand. He let out a shaky exhale as he felt his precum leaking out of his urethra, soaking his tip, and (Y/N)'s palm. Rather than his hand moving hand up and down sounding dry, it was replaced with this sticky, wet sensation, like the sound of pasta was being mixed with cheese of some sort.

"You're leaking a lot... when was the last time you... y'know...?" (Y/N) questions him, surprised that he had this much stored in him. "T-Two times..." he responded, trying to concentrate to not finish so fast. "Two times? A week?"

"A month..."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at his answer as he reiterated to him, "You only touch yourself two times a month?" And he nods. "I don't do it u-unless I need to." He said, moaning out that last part. (Y/N) looks down at his shaft, and lets go of it as he watches it twitch, begging for it to be touched more. He had a better idea than touching it. He got down on his knees on the floor, and pulled Aizetsu to the edge of the bed as he put his hands on his thighs, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around him.

Aizetsu's body jolted so aggressively, that it caused him to sit up, and put his hands on (Y/N)'s head. "W-What are you—" he whimpers as he feels him slowly moving his head back and forth. The muscles on his arms tensed up, as he did not know what to do to properly respond to this new sensation. He didn't want to hurt his throat, but he didn't want to tease him any longer, so he decided to take deep breaths.

"O-Oh... F-Fu..."  His toes softly curled and his back arched as he felt him slurping his spit, and to extension, his skin as he continued to bob his head. (Y/N) moaned as he was sucking him, sending vibrations around him, which made his hips coil. (Y/N) breathed through his nose as he closed his eyes, and took Aizetsu's rod deeper into his mouth. He slightly gagged, but took a breath before starting to move his head again.

Aizetsu was struggling to keep his body up, so he had no choice but to lay down on his back, and moan as he felt (Y/N)'s warm, wet mouth. More pre was leaking out of his tip, which made (Y/N) groan out of slight satisfaction. He softly slurped him again, and started to move his head at a more moderate pace. It was enough to make Aizetsu produce louder whimpers, and for him to tightly grip the cover of the bed.

This feels... so good... Aizetsu thought as he felt occasional twitches. His breathing started to become heavy, and he would struggle to conceal a few moans as he stated, "(Y/N)... I-I'm gonna..." he couldn't finish as he heard the sound of a pop coming out of (Y/N)'s lips as he takes Aizetsu's shaft out of his mouth. (Y/N) looks at it to see that it was uncontrollably twitching, coming to terms with how close he actually was to cumming. But (Y/N) had a better idea, one that was more...

Intimate.

He wiped the spit off of his lips and chin and stood up as he asked Aizetsu, "How was that?" Aizetsu was struggling to sit up, his body shaking as he mustered up all that he could as he sat up high enough to make eye-to-eye contact with him as he said, "It felt... really good. I never thought it would..." he sighs as he couldn't think of another way of saying that it felt good. (Y/N) does a nose laugh as he opens the cabinet from his TV table, and takes out some sort of bottle.

"What is that?" Aizetsu questions, curious about why would he have a bottle for something like...

The realization hit him like a shotgun with Dragon's Breath shells. He was gonna use that to... Aizetsu gulped in a sense of skepticism as he saw what (Y/N) was down there. He was thick, thicker than he was. He wasn't sure if he would fit inside him. "Something that might make you feel more... comfortable, to say the least."

He pops the cap open and says to him, "Turn around." Aizetsu swallows his spit as he turns around to show his behind to him. Due to him having well-defined thighs, he had a really nice pair of glutes with that too. (Y/N)'s pipe twitched as he got on the bed and poured an acceptable amount of lube on his index and middle fingers.

He then takes his other hand, and spreads his cheeks open, revealing his pink rosy hole. (Y/N) then licked his lips as he could imagine how overstimulated he would be if he were to tease and lick his hole, and listen to him struggle to keep his composure. But the lube was already on his fingers, so it was a missed opportunity. He softly shook his head as he warned Aizetsu, "Get ready." And slowly inserted his fingers inside him.

Aizetsu made a huge gasp as he faceplanted and tightly balled his fists. He makes an audible shudder as he feels (Y/N)'s cold, wet, lubricated fingers go inside him. His hole immediately tightened, and (Y/N) quickly tried to reassure him by kissing his shoulder and saying, "Breathe. Trust me, it was weird for me the first time too. So, relax."

He turned his head to the side as he was frantically breathing from his fingers inside him, but he closed his eyes and started to concentrate on steadying his breath. His breath was shaky, but was going at a slower rate as (Y/N) felt him become loose. Aizetsu looks up at him as he says "K-Keep going, please." (Y/N) smirks as he nuzzles and kisses his cheek and resumes moving his fingers.

Aizetsu's back would occasionally arch as he felt him spinning his fingers, and hit his prostate. If he was this sensitive from his fingers alone, he could only imagine what it would feel like when he went inside him. His cock would occasionally twitch as well, seeing his prostate would receive stimulation from his fingers, it would only make it even harder to keep it together.

(Y/N) takes his fingers out of him, and starts to move his fingers in a circle around his entrance, making sure that wouldn't hurt as much. (Y/N) wraps his arms around Aizetsu's waist as he lifts him up and puts him on his knees. He then put his shaft in between his cheeks as he said, "You ready?" Aizetsu looks back at him, and nods as he says, "T-Try to be gentle..."

(Y/N) smirks as he says, "I will." He then grabs his shaft, lines up to his hole, and slowly pushes himself in. Aizetsu makes a faint whimper, making (Y/N) stop. But he persisted as he said, "N-No, no, no, keep going." (Y/N) took it as a sign as he then did what he asked. Slowly filling him inch by inch as his ass started to feel more full. "N-Ngh..."

"Don't worry... I-I'm almost..." he then felt his hips come into contact with Aizetsu's, he softly moaned as he realized that he was all the way in. "...there. You okay?" (Y/N) pondered at him, making sure that he wasn't uncomfortable. Aizetsu softly nods as he responds, "I'm okay... I'm okay. Y-You're really big... but what you put in me is making me feel loose." He softly laughed, but quickly moaned as he felt his rod throb inside him.

"Do you... wanna kiss? So it could distract you from the pain?" He asked him as Aizetsu looked back at him, and wrapped his arm around his neck as he pulled him towards him and they locked lips. They both moaned, as Aizetsu felt his shaft throb again, and (Y/N) felt his ass squeeze him. The kiss was short, but passionate, a line of saliva stretching between his tongue as they both got a chance to breathe. "Should I go now?"

Aizetsu's breathing started to get quieter as he then shook his head and said, "Yes. Please do it." And got on his hands and knees. Fuck, that's hot. (Y/N) thought as he put his hands on his hips, and started to thrust. Aizetsu gritted his eyes and teeth as he was now met with the feeling of another man having sexual intercourse with him.

And it felt good.

"O-Oh, fuck!" He shouted out as his thrusting was at a moderate pace by default. The way he goes in and out so smoothly made his toes curl, and his fists ball. "T-Tell me about it." (Y/N) responds at his sudden outburst. His hips were on autopilot as the sound of his skin coming into contact with Aizetsu's made it feel so good when he re-inserts his entire shaft inside him.

Aizetsu couldn't stop making noises, as his prostate was constantly getting pressed with every thrust he made. And the way (Y/N)'s thigh muscles would tense up every few thrusts, made him shudder in bliss as he wrapped his arms around his abdomen. "F-Fuck, this feels good... your ass feels so warm and tight... it's like you want me to cum." (Y/N) grunted as he finishes his sentence and continued to thrust his hips.

Aizetsu was struggling to maintain his composure, feeling his hole getting stretched as he felt (Y/N)'s shaft going in and out. His breath frantically trembling, his body feeling incredibly loose, as his leg muscles would randomly flex whenever his prostate was pressed. His mind slowly started to become static as his shaft was twitching in the process.

My head feels numb... and my body feels like it's shutting down because of his fat cock inside me... I don't think I'll last long if he keeps this up... He whimpered again as he felt twitching again, and not only that, but his stomach started to become tighter. Oh no... please don't tell me... I'm about to cum from this... I'll cum all over his sheets and it'll get sticky. But... the more sensitive I feel... the more relieving the release will be... Oh, I want to feel it now. How much I can let out until he does the same? F-Fuck, this feels like heaven...

His face relaxes into an expression of ecstasy. One eye was closed while the other was half-lidded and was rolling back into his head as he was sticking his tongue out, frantically moaning and whimpering as his body fell limp. He then felt (Y/N) pump himself faster inside him, but felt him slip out, making him yelp and groan as he now felt empty inside. He turns his head to the side, and looks back at (Y/N), his face covered in sweat, and his eyes screaming for more, as he asks, "W-Why did you stop? I was so close, that I was willing to finish on your sheets."

"As hot as that is..." he lowered his head down, and and pecked his cheeks as he continued, "I want some stimulation as well." "H-Huh?" (Y/N) puts his hand on Aizetsu's shoulder, and turns him on his back to reveal his tone, tan body, and his erratically twitching shaft. His breath was still shaking, but not by a huge amount as he said, "Wh- What are you doing?"

(Y/N) didn't respond to him as he grabbed the bottle of lube that he used to prepare Aizetsu, poured a small amount on his palm, grabbed Aizetsu's shaft, and moved his hands up and down on it. Aizetsu gasped as he softly gritted his teeth and eyes as he felt the smooth, watery, oily texture covering his shaft. (Y/N) stopped when his shaft was glistening and then climbed on top of him, his shaft in between both of his cheeks.

Aizetsu opens his eyes when he felt the bed shift a bit, and sees (Y/N) mounted on top of him. His face turned crimson as he then felt (Y/N) grab both of his hands, and place them on his waist. "Will you let me take your long cock in my ass? I wanna feel your cock fill me with your hot sticky cum until I can't even make words and become a babbling idiot. I want us both to be a shaking mess when we both finish, can you say the same?"

It felt like all the blood of his body went straight to his shaft as his hands that were on (Y/N)'s waist, transitioned down to (Y/N)'s ass as he spreads them and (Y/N) saw this as an opportunity as he bounces up, and when felt like little effort, his entire shaft quickly slid inside him, resulting both of them releasing a scream of euphoria.

(Y/N) collapses on top of Aizetsu, laying his head on his shoulder as they both wrap their arms around each other. "I-Its... s-so warm..." Aizetsu trembled out as his body, specifically his hips, felt so hot. His legs felt so tingly as they were spread out wide open, and his hips were coiled, maintaining enough willpower for him not to move his hips until he gets the word to do so. "Y-You okay?"

"Y-You're so long... I can feel you in my stomach..." he then started to grind his hips, which made Aizetsu grunt, and hitch his breath. "O-Ooh..." Aizetsu's hands went up to (Y/N)'s back and softly caressed it. Making (Y/N)'s body, minus his hole, become loose from the soft affection. "D-Don't do that..." he said, making a groan after he said that.

"I'm moving my hips because I want you to move. My body just wants you to fuck me until I tremble, so go ahead..." he turned his head and softly whispered in his ear in a husk, sensual tone, "...and ruin me."

It sounded like a clock was ticking in his head as it took him a moment for him to process what he said to him until something in his head snapped. Without a second thought, he slides his hands back to his waist, and started to move his hips, making (Y/N) elicit an excited whimper from his lips. "T-Thank you..."

The sound of the bed softly creaking as Aizetsu was moving his hips up and down as he was going in and out of (Y/N)'s tight, warm hole. Both of them releasing sounds of pleasure from their mouths as (Y/N) held onto Aizetsu tighter as his legs began to shake from each time he felt his prostate get hit by his long shaft. He felt light-headed as his face and ears were burning up.

It got to the point where (Y/N) started to move his hips as well, both of them moving in unison as it felt like Aizetsu's shaft was going deeper inside him. "F-Fuck... M-My body, it..." "It what?" Aizetsu grunted out as his moans reverberated from every slam that he felt from (Y/N). "...it feels like it's melting... n-not that I'm complaining..." (Y/N) softly laughed out as he then felt his prostate get pressed again and he folded.

Both of their drenched in sweat, as the sounds of wet skin colliding with each other filled the room as well as their moans of pleasure. (Y/N) began to whimper as he felt his shaft twitching and his stomach becoming tighter. "Aizetsu... L-Let me go..." Aizetsu's hips stop moving as he whispers in his ear, "Wha... What for?" He asks, tirelessly panting out in brief, shaky exhales. "I-I'm close... and I want to take control now."

"Okay..." He said as he lets him go, "But, what are you gonna—" he choked on his own words as the moment (Y/N) sat up, he immediately started to bounce and slam on his cock, making his mind turn into static as from the first few slams. "I-It's too much! My head f-feels like it's gonna explode!"

"W-Well, at least save it when you're about to cum..." (Y/N) moaned out as he placed his hands onto Aizetsu's chest to balance himself, and then started to pinch his nipples, making his back arch elicit a loud exclaim from him. "D-Don't... P-Pinch my... ugh..." his head fell back as he began to drool, and his moans sounded like he was being electrocuted. "I-I'm close..." (Y/N) announced as he wrapped his hand around his twitching rod, and stroked it as he was bouncing on Aizetsu's shaft.

His breath started to become heavier and his voice started to whimper. He kept pumping himself until he clenched his teeth and eyes closed as he felt himself ejaculating his spunk all over Aizetsu's abdomen. Despite finishing on Aizetsu, he continued to ride his shaft, not giving him any time to breathe and overloading his brain in the process. (Y/N) wasn't the only one with an overstimulated brain however, as Aizetsu was feening to finish. His body ached to feel the sweet relief of ejaculation as his muscles would relax from the aftermath of it.

Eventually, he would get what he prayed for the tight feeling in his stomach would come back. "G-Gonna... c-cum..." (Y/N) heard that from him, and spared him no mercy as he was moving his hips at a breakneck rate, leaving no breathing room for Aizetsu. Aizetsu's toes began to curl as he felt his shaft twitching inside (Y/N) and he announced for the second time, "G-Gonna cum!" He yelped out as (Y/N) leaned down and kissed his lips, as he bounced on him a few more times before Aizetsu gasped in his mouth as he felt his shaft spurting his emission inside him.

Both of them were frantically shaking as Aizetsu would convulse at random and felt (Y/N) squeezing him for more. A line of saliva stretched between their tongues as they disconnected the kiss and looked into each other's sex-drunken eyes. "I love you..." (Y/N) blurted out so suddenly, giving Aizetsu whiplash despite everything that just unfolded. Aizetsu softly laughs as he pats (Y/N)'s back and responds, "I... love you... t-too..."

(Y/N) tirelessly chuckles as he then yawns and says, "I'm tired." He then lays his head on Aizetsu's pec as he says, "We'll clean up when we wake up. Don't be afraid to wake me if you do first." Aizetsu hums as he touches (Y/N)'s hair and kisses it. "Okay..." He lays his head down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling before closing his eyes and saying, "Good night."

"Night..."

Although, it might take them some time for them to both get up after waking up, seeing that both of their legs felt incredibly numb after the intercourse, but, they'll figure it out.

05-23-24 -

Who would've thought? Anyway, although I still feel mentally exhausted, I have to do this out of the representation of the LGBT community. If you don't like the future I stuff I write in June, whether it goes by your religion (which is understandable) or you just don't like it, then please don't get upset. Cool? Cool.

Once I'm done with this at the end of June, then I'll take a break for myself.

Well, until next time,

✌️👋❤️.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting two hours a week to spend with my now ex boyfriend?

My (24M) long distance ex boyfriend (21M) have known each other for five years but only started dating at the beginning of this year. My ex has been going through a rough patch in life. It's been months since he started feeling down, and I tried to give him the space and attention he needed during it. I was hoping the little vacation we had a few months ago would help perk him up, but it seems it only added a delay to an emotional crash.

A few weeks ago, he suddenly told me he wanted to stop using discord, our main form of communication, so that he could work on balance his life. I was asleep at the time he sent it and I spent all day agonizing and freaking out over it since it would dramatically cut the time we spent together. My love language is primarily quality time, so to hear him saying we can't even talk as much freaked me out. I bounced it off a mutual friend (20M) and asked if I should give him a few weeks to see how he does, since the mutual friend and I both believe it's a good idea for him to find balance in his life if he's struggling. The mutual friend said that it's not a bad idea to wait and see if he gets better. I agreed to it but I ended up agonizing over it with my already volatile emotional state (I had, just a week earlier, lost a childhood pet and had a fight with my father/roommate (44M)).

Over the few weeks, it only felt like my ex wanted to spend less time with me. He continued to use all social media, even discord, but rarely talked to me. I would see him playing video games when he was off of work and when I asked if he needed any with anything in them, he'd say no. On the few days he was off work, he was completely unreachable, saying he's doing stuff with family yet I could see him still using social media. I felt extremely hurt and abandoned, my mental health was only degrading further. I let him be in hopes that he'd be back.

I did my best to not push my personal emotional state on my ex, mostly sending my fears of our relationship ending to the mutual friend. As the weeks passed, it seemed that my ex was perking up a little despite the limited contact with me, and after bouncing it off my father to get a better idea of how to approach this, with many breakdowns, I decided to give it until the weekend to ask my ex if we could spend a few hours each week. I'm starting school soon so I'll be swamped with 50+ hrs of schoolwork on top of 20hrs or work. It had been a great relief when I spent similar time, in my past semesters, with my ex and was hoping to find a balance for his needs and mine for the relationship.

However, it went horrible, my ex kept bringing up multiple reasons for not spending time with me, saying family, work, apparently My Own needs in the relationship (which irked me) before saying he can't do it for his own health. I asked him how I should try to love him and he said to focus on school and work, but he asked if the limited communications was bothering me and how it's bothering me. I told him how I felt over the past few weeks, but I offered to keep staying distant if he really needs it. I was truthful that it was going to hurt me badly.

He proceeds to send a message saying how my message to him made him uncomfortable and how its unhealthy how I'm feeling and with how I treated his boundaries in the past (which I'm confused about because I always respected his boundaries and double checked on situations and actions that could have been uncomfortable for him) that we should stop talking and likely blocked me on discord and left every server we share.

So, am I the asshole in this situation? I'd give me some peace of mind to know if I really am the asshole.

What are these acronyms?

[summerlycoris]

Day 4- Food. (Also pretty slice of life-y tbh) of @vanweek2024

Fic is also below, under the cut. (About 5000 words.) Not formatted sorry because I'm tired.

A plate with the most beautiful looking cheeseburger she’d seen in ages was placed down in front of her. It had a salad on the side, and had tomato sauce leaking from the sides in a way that made her mouth water. 

And she can barely resist devouring it right there and then. Except she is trying to be polite, because Mike and Abby are here and hadn’t quite got their meals yet. Also, she didn’t want to push herself too hard only to end up back in hospital again. 

She could still feel where her stitches had been. 

She didn’t have much time to ruminate, thank goodness, because Abby needed help to clear away her half finished coloring in, to receive her meal (a plate of chicken nuggets and chips.) And Mike received his plate, with a steak and mushrooms on top, and chips to the side. 

Once all the plates were placed. (And they’d thanked the server.) The conversation started again. 

“I got a twenty out of twenty on my spelling test, Vanessa! Even though some of the words were really hard, like ‘defenestration’. Apparently, that’s the word for when you throw somebody out a window.” Abby said, looking so excited that she could almost bounce herself out of the booth. 

Mike put his hand on her head, to keep her grounded. While Abby tried to duck away with a whine.

Vanessa tried to fight back some giggles, and responded. “Wow, that is a hard word to spell. You did really well Abby.”

Abby stopped squirming and beamed up at Vanessa. Allowing Mike to get his hand back, and start eating. Vanessa finally gave in- but started with the salad. She was going to save the best for last. 

“I’ve also made some new friends at school- there’s this girl I’ve met, her name’s Emily. She’s nice, and lets me play with her at recess.” Abby said, in a big clump of words. 

“Is this Emily a real girl, or another ghost?” Mike said between bites of his chips. 

Abby rolled her eyes, and stared up at Mike, who was fighting off a grin. “She’s real Mike- but ghosts are real, too! You should know that.”

“Yeah, I know. Ghost kids are real. You know what else is real. Abs?”

She looked confused, and shook her head. While Mike tried to keep a straight face, pointing to her plate. “Your chicken nuggets. You better eat them up before I do.” Before faking a swipe at her food. 

“Hey!” Abby yelped, and tried to push him away by the shoulder. She quickly chucked one of the chicken nuggets into her mouth, and pulled her plate to the side furthest from Mike. Almost scrunching up the coloring page she’d been working on.

Luckily for Abby, Mike seemed to give up on ‘trying’ to eat her meal for her. Instead, focusing back on his own food. Though, he asked Vanessa a question first. “Once we’re done here, I’ll show you around the house, okay?”

Vanessa nodded. She’d agreed to stay with them, after discharge from the hospital. Because the alternative was to be at her place, by herself. With nothing to distract her from everything. 

She’d finished the salad by the next time Abby asked her something.

“Hey Vanessa, when we get home can I show you my toys?”

She couldn't help but smile. She knew Abby and Mike would be great at distracting her. Without even realizing it. “Of course, I’d love to see them. Oh, and you’ll have to introduce me to them, too. I don’t know any of their names.”

That got Abby excited again. To the point she nearly bolted out of the booth  “Okay then- let's go-” before Mike could grab her hand and get her to stick around.

“We’re not ready to go- me and Vanessa are still eating.” Mike said.

Abby tapped her fingers against the table, before asking. “Can I go play in the playground for a bit?”

Mike hmmmd over that. Leaving Abby in suspense. “Okay- but be good in there, okay?” Abby nodded, and jumped out of the booth, this time without being stopped.

“Okay- bye Mike, bye Vanessa!” She called back as she ran through the diner towards the playground. Nearly running into the waiter delivering to another customer. Vanessa waved after her. 

Mike sighed, and shook his head. 

“Oh well, it’s good for her to meet other kids, Mike.” Vanessa said. 

“True, true. Just wish she’d be a bit more careful sometimes. Could’ve got a plateful of spaghetti for hair just before.”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure that’s in fashion these days. Don’t they have dolls about that concept?” Vanessa joked. 

“Ugh, yes. I’ve seen the ads sometimes when Abs is watching cartoons.”

She couldn't help chuckling at the thought of Mike sitting through a bunch of ads for toys. Even if it made her stomach hurt a bit. (Only a bit. She wasn’t going back to the hospital for laughing.)

They chatted together, mostly small talk while they ate their lunches. 

The burger proved Vanessa absolutely right- it tasted as good as it had looked. Or maybe that was just a week on hospital food talking. 

Either way, she wasn’t complaining. 

While they talked, she learnt that Mike had found a better job, and that he’d sworn off sleeping on the job. “Only took nearly losing my sister to teach me a lesson.” He said, shaking his head. 

“If you’d listened to me the first time, you could’ve saved yourself the hassle.”

He fought back a laugh at being chided. “Yeah, hindsight is twenty-twenty. Next time, I’ll listen.”

“I hope so.”

He changed the subject, to a slightly more serious one. “Hey, uh. With you staying with us.” He looked like he was really struggling to figure out what words to use. “If Abby’s too much. Like, if you need to rest or something. Let me know? I can distract her, take her to the park or for a walk-”

“I should be fine, Mike. But I’ll let you know, okay?”

He nodded, and shrugged his shoulders. 

For a while, they ate silently. There was a tension in the air, and sometimes, Mike would look like he wanted to say something. Until he put down his cutlery.

“I’m glad you're doing okay. After everything. It must be rough.” He said, quietly. Trying to avoid drawing too much attention to them in the busy diner. 

She put down her half finished burger. Honestly, she didn’t feel hungry anymore. Her stomach hurt. 

“Yeah, it is a bit rough. But it’s better this way.” She said with a faint smile. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself. 

“I guess it is, huh?” He said, looking away. “I just… I can understand if you have mixed feelings about him. In the end, he was your dad.”

She didn’t want to talk about this. Not here. 

“Hey, what’s the new job like?”

They got caught up in a conversation about work, and life. Until Mike finished his lunch, and until Abby came back from the playground.

“On the way home, did you want to swing by your place, so you can grab some more clothes?” Mike asked over Abby's head, on the walk back to the car. Because Abby was in between them both, holding both their hands tightly. 

She nodded. And felt relieved. She was wearing the spare clothes that she’d asked a coworker to bring in from the station a few days ago. But she’d need more for a sleepover. 

Especially one that'd be lasting for a few days. 

________

“Over here, over here!” Abby led the way, running off to her bedroom. While Mike was bringing in her bag of clothes for the next few days. 

She felt bad for not carrying it herself. But she could still feel where the stitches had been. And being bed bound for weeks left her feeling weak. 

(It hadn’t even been a big day, but she felt wiped.)

All she could do was hold the door open for him. And thank him for the help. And for letting her stay. 

“No sweat, happy to have you.”

She’d ‘visited’ before, but hadn’t got to go inside then. Now she was, and it was a cute little home. A living room to the right, kitchen to the left. And Abby's bedroom must've been to the left, too, because Vanessa could see her come back through the kitchen to grab her hand. Tugging her impatiently towards her room. “Come on, I need to introduce you-”

Vanessa could hear her bag slump to the floor, as Mike called out. “Abby- don’t pull, okay? She only just got here.” 

She wanted to call back out something like “I’m okay!”, but she was spirited away too quickly, straight into Abby’s bedroom. 

A bedroom with a desk, filled with crafts, and a pillow fort over by the far wall near the window. Abby let go of her, now that she was here, and dove for the fort. Vanessa walked a bit closer, and could hear Mike catching up.

Looking through the curtain, Vanessa could see the toys Abby wanted to introduce her to, as Abby pulled them out from under the blankets.. A stuffed bear (that wasn’t a Freddy doll.), a fairy doll, some knockoff barbies (just as good as the real thing, Vanessa thought.), and a baby doll. 

Once Abby gathered them all up together, she dragged them outside, and handed the bear to Vanessa gently.

She could hear the creaking of springs behind her. 

“This one’s name is Alice. She’s a pretty bear, and she likes playing catch.” Vanessa sat down, still holding Alice. While Abby showed off her other toys. “This one is nicknamed Beatrice. She hasn’t told me her true name yet.” She whispered that last part, as she held up the fairy doll. “These three… I don’t have any special names for yet. They get different names based on what I’m playing with them.” she put the barbies to the side, “And this one's name is Michael.” She said with a cheeky grin, while holding up the baby doll around his waist.

“No it’s not. You were calling it Ricky the other day.”

Abby pouted, and held the baby doll tighter. “Well, his name is Michael now.” She went back to addressing Vanessa. “Do you want to hold him?”

She nodded, but stopped reaching out for the doll. “Hold on, Abby. To hold this baby safely, I might need to swap you. Did you want Alice back?”

“Okay? Though, what do you mean?” Abby asked, as Vanessa put Alice down next to her. 

“Well, to hold a baby safely, you need to support his head.” She held out her arms, and demonstrated the hold, when Abby passed over Michael. 

(Yeah, that’s never going to stop feeling weird to call it, she thought.)

“... And if you hold the baby like this, you can even rock him to sleep.” Vanessa said, changing her hold slightly. Abby nodded, looking at her intently, like she was trying to take mental notes. 

They played with the dolls for a while together. Because Abby found a baby bottle for Michael, and also found a fairy wand for Beatrice. At some point, Mike left the room for a while, leaving them to it. After a while, she could hear what sounded like a vacuum start up in the living room. 

Occasionally, Mike would open the door with a creak, and check on them. Sometimes, he’d even come in and play for a little bit, before going off to do another chore.

Vanessa was decent with kids. Honestly, if she hadn’t been… compelled to join the police force, she probably would’ve studied to become a teacher, or something similar to that. 

So she had a lot of fun playing with Abby, even if she wasn’t as good at imagining things as Abby was. 

Eventually though, she did have to call it quits. She felt rude, for not saying much to Mike since she got here, or asking about house rules, anything like that. 

Also because her legs were filled with pins and needles, from sitting on the floor for so long. 

“Please, Vanessa. There’s so much more we could do.” Abby whined, as Mike checked in on them again.

“Sorry Abby. My legs aren’t okay with me sitting like that for so long. Maybe we can play again a bit later?”

“Hey. Abs, let her go for now, okay. We can go for a walk if you want?” Mike said, walking over to the two of them. Vanessa used this opportunity to slowly stand up, and try to stretch her legs to get the blood flowing again.

Abby wasn’t impressed, clearly. Though, she was also clearly trying to regulate herself. At least in Vanessa’s eyes. “When we play later, can we have a tea party?” She looked from Vanessa, to Mike. 

“Yeah, I’d love to- but later.” She could understand what Mike had been telling her about earlier, now. 

“After dinner- we can have a tea party, before bedtime, okay?” Mike clarified. Abby nodded, so he continued. “I’m gonna show Vanessa around- you can come help, if you want. Then I’m taking you for a walk to the park.”

Abby quickly put her toys back into the fort, then stood up with an “Okay.”

It wasn't a big house, so there wasn’t much to show Vanessa, except where the bathroom was, and where she was going to sleep. Mike led her and Abby to the bedroom, where Vanessa could see her bag of clothes near the bed. 

“Mike, I can take the couch.”

“No you're not. You’re our guest. And you're recovering. You’re getting the bed.”

Abby looked up at them both. “You could always share.”

Vanessa could barely fight her giggles, while Mike shook his head. 

They still barely knew each other, in the end. 

“Sorry Abby, I steal the blankets while sleeping. So we really can’t share.” Vanessa lied.

“All the more reason for you to get the bed.” Mike said.

With that, she gave up the fight. For now. 

“Anyway, we’ll give her some time to settle in, right Abby? Vanessa’s probably tired out from playing.”

Abby considered it for a moment, before going with Mike. “We’ll see you when we get back, okay?”

Vanessa nodded, and waved them off. Before heading back out towards the living room. She could see the front door shut behind them, and hear them walking away.

During the tour, she’d noticed an inflatable mattress on the living room floor, inflated, and folded up to the side. With a pillow and a blanket folded on top. 

There were some puzzles that Abby had shown off during the house tour out here. Mike had also shown her the VCR player, and where he kept the tapes. 

She found one that she hadn’t previously seen. A mystery, by the blurb on the back of the case- so her mind would be occupied, and hopefully wouldn’t wander. 

She put it on, and settled back on the couch to watch it. Her legs no longer felt like pins and needles, and she could barely feel where the stitches had been. Even when her hand absentmindedly grazed over her abdomen. 

…

She was starting to wish she’d gone with them. 

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Abby had the patience of a saint. All through watching a movie together with Vanessa and Mike after her walk (though, she kept looking like she was barely resisting the urge to drag Vanessa and Mike back to her room for that tea party.), and then through preparing dinner and eating it. 

To the point where she was vibrating in place so much at the kitchen table, Vanessa thought she was going to explode. 

“Mike?” Abby started to ask, as he took the plates up to the sink. “I kept my part of the deal- can we please have the tea party now?”

Mike hemmed and hawed, and kept her in suspense for a bit longer.

“Well… we could… but I need to clean up the dishes first, Abs.”

Abby flung her head down on the table in defeat. “No, Mike…” she grumbled. 

Vanessa couldn’t help but feel bad for her. “Hey, Abby?” She picked her head up, and looked at Vanessa. “How about you and I get ready for the tea party, then when Mike’s done with the dishes, he can bring the tea?”

That seemed to help her perk up again. “Yeah- I know where the tablecloth is. And the coaster!” Abby said, before pushing away from the table, and running back to her room. 

Vanessa thought the Tea party would be out at the kitchen table. So she was surprised when Abby reappeared carrying supplies, only to rush right past her into the living room. 

“Hey, Abs. Where's the fire?” Mike called out, a little late as she was already long gone.

He didn't get an answer, so Vanessa asked him a question. “Are tea parties usually picnics with Abby?”

The dishes clanged against each other, as he put them up in the drainer to air dry. “No, she's probably using the coffee table. She once told me, ‘It's the right size for my dolls’.” He said.

“That makes sense. Her knees and legs stung, reminding her of how she'd been sitting on the floor earlier. “Will she be offended if I sit at the couch, instead of on the floor?”

Mike shook his head. “No, when I play it with her, I'm usually up on the couch. So she'll probably be expecting it.”

That made sense, so she went into the living room, and checked to see how Abby was going. 

She'd managed to clear off the coffee table, and get the tablecloth (really just a large tea towel) onto it, as well as the coasters and had placed some little pretend teacups on top. Now she was in the process of laying down some of the cushions from her fort, as seats for her dolls. 

Speaking of dolls.

“Hey, Vanessa? Can you help me bring the dolls out here?” Abby asked, as Vanessa got closer to the couch. 

“Yeah, of course.”

Abby burst into a big grin, before grabbing her hand again and leading her back through to her bedroom. “I'll carry Michael- just like you taught me, earlier. Can you please bring Alice and Beatrice with you?”

“What about the barbies?”

Abby scrunched up her face, deep in thought while cradling her baby doll. “They're too little for a tea party. And also, they're too old.”

Vanessa could barely resist laughing, wondering how old Abby thought she was. As she picked up the two dolls and followed Abby back to the living room. 

On the walk through, Vanessa could see that Mike had finished with the dishes, and had gotten out some biscuits to put on a plate, as well as a small jug of what looked like milk.

Mike must've seen her looking it over, because he responded before she could even ask- “She doesn't actually like tea. So, this milk is ‘pretend tea’. Don't tell her.”

“Do the dolls get any ‘pretend tea?” She joked.

“No, they get straight vodka. Keeps them quiet over night.”

She burst out laughing, and nearly dropped the dolls she was holding. Only stopping when Abby came out, wondering what was keeping her up. 

They all went back to the living room together, because Mike was done getting the drink and snacks. Mike put the plate, and the jug down in the middle of the coffee table, Abby took a seat while holding her baby doll, while Vanessa found two spare cushions for the dolls she’d been carrying. After seating them, she joined mike on the couch. 

Abby sat stiffly with her back straight, and “a-hem"d to get their attention. Even though she already had it. “Welcome everyone, to this wonderful tea party. The best tea party to ever exist, in the history of tea parties…” Abby started, putting on a pompous voice for her speech. 

Unfortunately for her, ‘Beatrice’ (actually Mike) was a heckler. “Get on with it! We're starving over here!” He said, trying to look like he wasn't, and make it sound like he wasn't too. Poking the poor fairy doll with his shoe to make her look like she was moving. 

Abby played along, gasping at ‘Beatrice's rudeness. “Why, I never! Beatrice- you will be the last to get tea! And you will get the last biscuit!”

“Awww…” complained ‘Beatrice’. 

After giving a pointed look at Mike, Abby continued her speech. “Yes, this tea party is a special tea party, because it is a celebration. A celebration of Vanessa being okay again!” She cheered, and made all the toys cheer along with her, by lifting their arms up.

Just before Vanessa could say something like ‘this is too much’, or ‘thank you, Abby’, Abby continued. “And also, a celebration for my perfect spelling test.”

“Nice priorities, Abs.” Mike said. And Vanessa nearly burst out into giggles at this silly exchange. It all just… Well, it didn't remind her of her family. More what her family could've been.

Abby kept supporting her baby dolls head, but only his head- as she took one arm away to point at Mike. “Shush you! Or you'll be sharing the last biscuit with Beatrice!” 

This threat didn't phase Mike at all. “Oh no, whatever will I do?” He said, putting the back of his hand to his forehead. “It's not like I can't go get the rest of the packet after you go to bed… also, watch for that baby, you're kind of dangling him right now.”

Vanessa wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Whether Abby would call Mike's bluff, or laugh along, or get angry. 

Instead, she shook her head in disbelief, and looked up at Vanessa. “This is what I live with. Every single day, Vanessa.” She looked over at Mike, with a cheeky grin, while continuing to address Vanessa. “Hey, Vanessa, could you adopt me please?”

Mike burst into loud laughter, falling back against the couch cushions. And that cut through whatever tension there was, making Vanessa and Abby burst out laughing too. 

“Sorry Abby, my apartment has a no children policy.” Vanessa lied, between her laughter. (It was more like she didn't have enough bedrooms. And also because, while she liked Abby, she didn't want to adopt her. Or take her away from Mike.)

“Aww, Abs. I thought you liked me again?” Mike managed to splutter out.

Abby crinkled up her face, thinking it over. Still holding her doll with one hand. “I do… but you're on thin ice, Mike!”

“I'm always on thin ice.” He said to Vanessa, before getting the baby doll thrown at his face. 

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It was only right that Vanessa would help pack away the tea party afterwards, while Mike got Abby ready for bed. She was a guest, but that didn’t mean she should be lazy. At least, that's the way she saw it. 

By the time Abby was in bed, and Mike was shutting the door and turning off the light, the living room was cleaned up just like it had been earlier. The tea dishes had been washed, and put away. 

Mike sighed in relief, as he sat down on the couch next to Vanessa. She’d flicked the TV on, not to anything specific. Just to have some quiet background noise, something to focus on.

“Thanks for keeping her busy earlier.” Mike said. For a bit, Vanessa was confused, until he clarified. “It can be really hard to get stuff done while Abby’s home, sometimes. So, thanks for making it easier.”

She shook her head. “It’s no problem- your sister’s cool, and it was nice to play with her.”

He fiddled around with the remote a bit, flicking between different channels. “Yeah, she is pretty cool. Sometimes.”

“Most times.”

the conversation died off, for a bit. As Vanessa tried to think of something else to talk about. Absent-mindedly, she looked over at the uninflated air mattress.

“Hey, where did you get that from?” She asked, pointing to the mattress. 

“I don't actually know. Just found it recently, in some stuff from our old house. Pretty sure Mom brought it for Abby, when she got too big for the crib, but was too scared to sleep in her own room yet. At first, they set it up in their room, so Abby could sleep on it and get used to a ‘big girls bed’. And then, they set it up in Abby’s room, for Mom to sleep on. Until Abby was okay sleeping by herself.”

Vanessa sighed, after Mike was done telling that story. “Sorry, was I boring you?” He ssked. 

She shook her head. “No, no. I just… It's hard to explain. It's a nice story. I'm a little jealous, if I can be honest.” That put a little smile on his face, so she continued. “Got any other stories you want to share?”

“Yeah, plenty. How much time do you got?”

“All the time in the world, now.”

“Well, let me go get the album, and I'll show you some stories.”

Mike stood up, and went to get out the family photo album from the hutch. When he brought it over, it was visibly dusty. And had a faint handprint from when he grabbed it, before he swept the dust away. 

“Maybe you should have done that outside? Since you just vacuumed earlier?” Vanessa joked. He smiled faintly back, but didn’t continue that topic. Instead, cracking open the photo album. 

There was a slight tension in the air now. Not the tension of someone staring you down holding a knife. But the… anxious sort of tension. Of realizing you're seeing something normally kept private. 

She’d felt this tension before with Mike- when he was telling her about Garrett at the storm drain. She felt it while he had been needling her about spring locks in the storage room of Freddy's. And again, after she’d patched him up, before he went to try and save Abby. 

Now she was feeling it once more looking at some family photos. Photos that had two young boys in it, plus a Mom and a Dad. And she counted herself lucky that she didn’t recognize either of the boys in the photos.

Mike must've seen that relief on her face, because he didn’t press her about Garrett,. About what she hadn’t seen. (That time.)

He did keep flicking through. Talking about the events behind the photos. Birthday parties, road trips, his parents anniversary dinner.

And the photos changed. To have an older boy only. Then a baby was added. Who grew into a young girl. Before the Mom vanished from the photos. Then the Dad. 

Mike didn’t focus on the losses from the photos. He kept the story going- talking about Abby's first day of school while showing off that photo, when they went to the beach, or out on a snow day. Things like that. While Vanessa listened and watched intently. 

Until they got to the end of the album. There were still some empty slots in it, for new photos. 

“Thank you for showing me.” She said, as he shut the album gently. 

“Thank you for listening. I know going over a completely different family’s old memories can be a bit… boring. Aunt Jane used to have the slowest slideshows imaginable, when I was a kid.”

“It wasn’t boring at all- Your family's nice, Mike. Except for your Auntie.”

He agreed with that. Then got up, to put the photo album away. leaving Vanessa with the tv for a moment. 

And the tv crackled away, in front of her. She was tempted to turn it off, honestly. Until Mike sat back down. 

“How was it for your family, if I can ask?” he said, quietly. As if he was worried that someone would be listening in. 

She wasn't sure how to answer that question, at first. It was… personal. 

But then. He'd spent the last while showing her something very personal to him. Because she'd asked. She'd feel like a hypocrite, if she didn't try. 

“I don't exactly have any photos on me. You okay hearing the cliff notes?” 

Mike nodded. So Vanessa kept going. 

“Well, you know my dad. You know what he was.”

(A murderer.)

“But he could be nice, sometimes. Especially when Mom was still around. Sometimes we’d go on trips as a family, or just spend time together. Never often enough, though. Never often enough.”

She could feel her fingers grazing near her stomach again. 

“Oh well- I could spend the rest of my life wondering about him. Or, I could spend it trying to pick up the pieces, and start again. What do you think?” She said, trying to lighten the mood. 

“A second chance? Sounds good to me.” Mike agreed. 

She changed the topic slightly. “I'm thinking of following in your footsteps.”

“What, planning on sleeping on the job when you get back to work?” He joked. 

he laughed a bit, when she shoved his shoulder lightly. “No, I think I've had enough of sleeping in the hospital. I meant changing jobs.”

“That makes more sense. What are you thinking of?”

She shifted slightly in her seat. “I haven't decided yet, I’ll need to think a bit more about it.”

“Well, what did you dream of being when you were a kid?”

That question. He had asked it innocently, but it still felt like pins jabbing into her spine. 

“When I was a kid, I wanted to be a police officer. I wanted to help people.”

(The only person she really helped was her dad.)

His shoulders slumped, and he took some think to think over a response. 

“You helped me. And Abby. So, personally, I think you did a pretty good job.”

That helped lighten the mood. A little bit. 

“Thanks, Mike.”

They chatted for a while longer. That tension from earlier felt like it was gone now, even though what they were talking about was often still very personal. 

And time flew by, until they were both yawning and tired. 

“I don't know about you, but I'm thinking of getting some sleep soon. I've got work tomorrow, and I'll need to make sure Abby gets to school, too.”

And he got up, to grab that uninflated air mattress, with the pillow and blanket on top.

And Vanessa's heart sank. Because…

Well, she didn't want to be alone, at night. While she tried to keep her thoughts at bay and sleep eluded her.

(She'd had enough nights like that, before meeting Mike.)

She'd hated it earlier, when they went out walking without her. And she knew she'd want to do something tomorrow, to get out of the house and not be by herself all day.

But tomorrow was less of a present problem than tonight.

…

And also? Because the thought of Mike spending the night out here just felt sad to her. 

It felt weird to ask. There was a good chance he just wouldn't want to. But it'd feel weirder to her not to ask.

“Hey, Mike?”

He turned to  look at her. “Yeah, Vanessa?”

Even with her resolve, she needed to force the words out through her teeth, or at least it felt that way.

“I don't want to be alone. And I noticed earlier, there's plenty of room in your room, for the mattress-”

Mike took mercy on her. “And you want me to set it up in there, so you're not alone?” he interrupted.

She nodded. 

And for a second, she thought he'd refuse. After all, they'd only met about a month ago. And this was already such kindness offered to her, letting her stay here at all. He hadn't been obligated to have her stay with him. She could've been discharged, and went back to her apartment. Alone.

But he didn't.

“Yeah, I can do that. You don't snore, do you?” He joked. And she let her shoulders relax. 

“Not often. If I do, just throw a pillow at me.”

They took turns, getting dressed into their pajamas. And Mike checked Abby for a final time, before turning off all the lights, except for the one in the bedroom. They both worked on inflating the mattress, and setting it up near Mike's dresser. 

And Vanessa tried to pick that fight back up, from earlier- “Are you sure you don't want the bed? I'm happy to take the mattress.”

“Yeah, I'm sure. Though, ask me again tomorrow, and I might change my mind if my back's aching enough.” 

“I'll make sure to ask.”

They both got into their beds, After Mike turned off the bedroom light. Throwing the room into darkness. 

Seeing the shadows in this unfamiliar room, she was glad she could hear Mike's subtle breathing. Even if she could barely see him laying on the mattress on the floor. 

“Goodnight Vanessa, I'll see you in the morning.”

“You too.” 

Despite… everything. She was slowly able to get some sleep. 

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The next morning, Vanessa was woken up by the subtle creaking of the bedroom door. 

And then nearly fell out of bed at the not-so-subtle yelling-

“You two had a slumber party? Without me?!”

 

Authors note- HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT BETTY? BETTY SPAGHETTY?! 

Yeah that ads gonna live rent free in my head forever too, sorry Mike. 

[oathofpromises]

slides in my url, skitters out like a wild animal

My Opinion on URL: @darckcarnival

Character in general: I love Darck she is funny, caring but also has things she’s had to overcome in her life and is still trying to get passed. However, despite that, she still is there for all her friends. I know writing an oc can be hard at times trying to create a backstory for them and the things that have made them into who they are, but Darck is incredibly written. She is strong but also has her moments when she is vulnerable but only around certain people and even then it’s still not entirely, but she’s been through a lot, and it’s understandable why she doesn’t. 

How they play them: I love how you write Darck, I can hear her voice inside my head when you write and like the details you put into her writing is beautiful. Oc’s are so hard to form backstories for but you really research the fandom and take things that make sense in the canon timeline. She just fits so well in Resident Evil like anytime I play the games now I just think of Darck being there helping out from the shadows. You put so much love into this character, and it shows every single day. You find things to put obstacles for your character to overcome, but also allow her to help herself too. She’s strong in the face of things, despite everything she has gone through in life. 

The Mun: You are such a sweetheart, like you give so much love to your friends and people you care about. You make people really feel relaxed and welcomed into a group and also are just so talented. The writing you do is so detailed and really paints a story for anyone reading. The things you take into thought when making a character and how hard of a worker you are. I love the times we hang out in vc and play games together or just ramble about our characters. You are strong and someone that has been through so much too but are still here trying every single day. I am proud of you for that but always remember me and others love you very much. Always will through everytine. 

Do I:

Rp with them: Yes, we do write together and I know I can be a bit slow when replying to everything so, thank you for being so patient with me. I love the ides we have for threads espeically the Jill and Darck one. It’s fun to see how their friendship will grow from that to point they can openly tease each other as friends. I love how we can bounce ideas off one another and really write different kinds of threads too. It makes things feel more free and not constricted to a certain type of thread. 

Want to Rp with them:I always want to write with you and love the ideas we have for future threads too. It’s fun to think about other events in these character lives that we can have them interact with. LIke I told the others, if there’s ever a thread idea you really want to try or character you want to test out you are welcome message me to plot things. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I said it before but I adore you to pieces. You are such a sweetheart and so talented. You take time to think about tiny details too that some might overlook and it makes me smile to see how happy you sound in vc to gush about these characters. How despite working you take time to sit down and play pc resident evil games with me even though I’m not best at pc games yet. Console player but you never made me feel bad about it and like how fun it is just hang out and talk about things. I trust you and hope you know that you can always come to me about anything. That I care about you and all of us on the server love you. 

Never forget that you are stronger than you know and that I am always here for you. No matter what time of day it is I will be here for you. 

[keefwho]

August 11 - 2024 Sunday

10:43pm

5/10

Another mid day. I did the usual dog routine. I made a potato and sardines for breakfast but I made the potato in the pan instead of the oven because of how inconsistent it's been. They came out better this way. I didn't have cheese to eat with it though, except for swiss but it got all crumbly because my fridge got cold enough to freeze it at some point. The first thing I did this morning was add to and tidy up the bubble charts I've been making for therapy, but I still haven't gotten to show him yet. I did the same for my therapy homework. For a bit I joined BR and them in the server while they were playing a new Pokemon modpack for Minecraft. Its not my thing but I asked to join anyways and I got on their server. At first I was directionless and I just don't care about pokemon whatsoever but AE invited me to join their area/town so I did. I had the idea to go back to my minecraft roots and build a big, largely nonsensical castle. I kinda just make a simple tower and add to it in a bunch of ways as I feel inspired. I think it'll be good because it takes minimal planning but is still an exercise of my creativity. I did that for a bit until DV responded to my message earlier in the day so we could play the Jetski game in VR. I actually got very heated, but not in a bad way. We were in a public lobby and there was this super huge asshole that I started trying to beat, and did. I had to leave racing for my therapy appointment.

The appointment was rocky at first, he was about 15 minutes late and had a TON of technical issues because his internet was experiencing an outage. It didn't really affect me at all since he moved his next appointment back so I could still get my full time. I felt bad for how stressful it must have been for him though, we disconnected 5 times and he was bouncing between his PC and phone. It was still a good session though, but we didn't talk about my trauma like originally planned. We went over my homework which was identifying problematic behaviors and figuring out how I could change the pipeline. I actually learned more than I thought I would and I have some things to write down about how I can behave differently in certain situations. Its a conscious effort. At the end of the appointment, we set up a very small appointment for next week so I can discuss that trauma along with a normal appointment the week after. And it was very very affordable.

After therapy, DS asked to get in VR so we did. I got to hear about how her weekend went with her friends and we bumped into BD by chance in that shitty furry world. I also showed her what I did for my book club world. This guy joined on me and stuck with us the entire time but I don't like him, I don't even remember where he's from. All I know is his association with GS. He kept interrupting and being annoying. We got off to do puzzles and chat a little bit.

After she went to sleep, I popped back in to BR's server with DR and VN and did a little stone collecting in Minecraft. I was having trouble at first with the server's resource pack crashing my game but DR helped me. He confuses me because he really seems like a huge ass sometimes but helps when it's needed I guess. I remember the first time I was trying to play Minecraft with them and how difficult he was to work with to get me on the server since he owns it. It seemed like he was being a petty form of protective since I was kinda new.

I had some anxiety/loneliness throughout the day but I coped and did what I think would help me. Going forward I'm trying to keep a tight grip on the awareness of my relationships and how I can treat myself better in them.

[quaranmine]

New World, New Faces

When the hermits moved to their new world, they were excited to welcome two new members. But maybe one is an old friend instead . . .

Grian hasn't seen Pearl since Evo. It's a shock.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly emotional hurt/comfort, but probably more emphasis on comfort. Hermits: Grian, Pearl, and Mumbo primarily with a little bit of Scar and Xisuma as well. Reblogs appreciated and AO3 link in reblog!

Words: 3893

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These days, Grian was pleased to say that the Watcher’s didn’t occupy his mind nearly as often as they used to. Except on certain late nights where he lay in bed and thought of before, his time was mostly spent having fun--scheming, pranking, building, planning, mining, laughing with friends. It wasn’t something he could forget, but the hermits had become his new home, and as years passed the edges of those memories had dulled a bit.

The other times where the Watchers occupied his mind were update days. Since joining hermitcraft, Grian had gone through several updates with the rest of the server. Sometimes they moved to a new world, and sometimes they stayed in their old one. No portals of bedrock ever appeared, but Grian always thought of them just the same. It always felt like maybe, just maybe, one day he’d turn around and see their signature portals once again.

Watchers didn’t always leave portals to update worlds. Grian hadn’t known that until he’d been put to work as a Watcher himself. Oh, the Watchers were still in charge of updating worlds, but they often did it more subtly, without grand towers and quests for portals. It’s hard to retain status as a myth when everyone knows your calling card, afterall. Admins always knew when it was time to update. Grian hadn't, back on Evo, because he’s always been told.

It turned out Evo had been different, and Grian didn’t know how to feel about that. Evo wasn’t the only world to receive special attention from the Watchers, but it was one of their favorites. Why them, though? Why did the Watchers keep such a close eye on their world in particular? Why were they left towers and clues and prizes and punishments, when other servers were mostly left alone?

Why did they kill everyone and kidnap Grian?

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Grian stood in a group with the other hermits, eagerly waiting for the move to the new world. He bounced a little in anticipation. He was excited for the new update--he knew very little about its contents, but it seemed like there would be some new building blocks to play with, according to Xisuma.

He already had plans for the new world--new bases and new shenanigans. Grian was excited to build close to his friends. Xisuma had informed them that another update would come in a few months, and for the hermits to stick close in the time being so that new land would be freed up for the coming update. Grian had already known about the second update for a while, as all Watchers do, but he let Xisuma handle all of this as admin. Those days were behind him, now, and there was no reason to start exercising Watcher powers in a world that was carrying on just fine on its own.

“Is everyone ready?” Xisuma shouted over the chatter, trying to do a headcount. “Hey!” he shouted, trying to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, the chatter quieted.

“Looks like it,” said Iskall.

“Good,” Xisuma said. “Now, before we go, I wanted to remind you that we have two new people joining us this time. I’ve already made arrangements with them prior so they’re gonna be waitin’ for us when we go through.” He grinned. “Be on your best behavior for me, alright?”

“I’m always on my best behavior,” Keralis replied, and Xisuma rolled his eyes fondly.

Grian smiled, remembering his welcome to hermitcraft a few years ago. Unlike this time, nobody had been expecting him. Grian hadn’t been invited like these two new hermits had been, he had just been there when the hermits arrived on their new world. None of the other hermits knew quite why he was there, but they’d all accepted him graciously nonetheless.

Grian liked that memory. The truth is, he’d fled the Watchers and picked an uninhabited world at random, not realizing it had already been reserved by Xisuma. That was a failure on his part as a Watcher, because he was supposed to know about stuff like that. But he had been too busy running to worry about it and besides, there was nobody on hermitcraft to punish him.

The hermits had welcomed him with kindness and made him part of their family. Now he’d gladly do the same for these new soon-to-be hermits.

“Okay . . .” Xisuma said, typing something into his admin panel. “I’m just setting up the portal now.”

They were all gathered in the shopping district, right in front of the Town Hall. Grian took his chance to take one last glance around at the world. The diamonds in the trees glittered in the morning light, sending little reflective shards of light scattered on the ground. Moving worlds was always bittersweet, because it meant parting with the things he’d worked hard on and the places he’d made memories at. But it was also one of his favorite things to do, because it gave everyone a blank slate to work with, sparking endless new creativity.

“I wish I could take some of those with me,” chuckled Scar, as he walked up next to where Grian was standing. He pointed at the diamonds.

“Well of course you want them, Mr Mayor!”

“Uh-uh,” Scar said. “I’m not the Mayor anymore! This is a new world.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see what we get up to in the next one, huh?” Grian asked. “Do you have any plans?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Scar teased.

“I guess I will.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“I don’t know,” said Grian. He thought for a moment. “I might make a cave base. I guess I’m waiting to see what’s out there for inspiration before I start.”

“Well, I look forward to seeing it,” Scar replied. “Oh! It looks like Xisuma is ready.”

Grian looked up, to see X opening a portal. It wasn’t a nether portal, nor was it like an End portal. It wasn’t a Watcher portal either, but an Admin one. Grian had come to realize that Watchers supplied Admins with the means to move into updates on their own when they wanted to. The bedrock portals and scavenger hunts were reserved for their favorite worlds--their toys.

Sometimes the Watchers liked to flex their powers, but the universe is not kept running smoothly if all your time is spent flexing. Grian brushed away the thought, choosing to focus on his friends in front of him instead.

One by one, the hermits stepped through the portal, which swirled light blue and hovered just slightly off the ground. Grian hung back, wanting to be one of the last ones through. He wanted to make sure everyone made it through alright, but Xisuma had to be the very last person, since he needed to close the portal. When it was finally his turn, he gave Xisuma a smile and walked forward.

Grian stepped through, into the bright sunlight of a village, and was surrounded by the voices of his friends.

◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐

Spawn was a village in a grassland, next to a swamp and overlooking the ocean. It looked a little plain, but the hermits hadn’t left their mark on the world yet. Behind Grian, Xisuma stepped out into the new world and the portal vanished behind him.

Everybody was crowded around a ditch chattering, apparently exchanging greetings with the two new hermits that stood inside it. Grian held back for a moment, taking it in and basking in the sounds of his friends’ voices. Finally, he wasn’t the new one anymore--a few people had rejoined the server in the last world, but they’d all been old friends, not new ones. That had left him being the most recent addition, not that anything felt like it was recent anymore.

Grian was already thinking of ways to prank the new hermits and draw them into the life of the server.

“Alright Mumbo!” Xisuma said. Grian grinned. Mumbo was supposed to introduce them. Mumbo, of course, didn’t know this, because where’s the fun in that?

“Oh-oh me?”

“It’s go time!” Cleo said.

“This is it!” said Xisuma.

“I’ve clearly very obviously been put up to this,” Mumbo started. “And because everyone thought it’d be much funnier to have me bumble through it without really knowing what I’m talking about, and that is definitely going to be the case!”

The hermits chuckled. Grian walked around the back of the group to try to catch a glimpse of the new people below.

“We do have two new hermits,” Mumbo said, “down in this crevice.”

Grian caught a glimpse of red and brown hair.

“GeminiTay-”

Grian’s world stopped and he felt his breath catch in his throat. She had her back to him, but he’d recognize her anywhere. Her brown hair spilled out from behind a black hoodie.

But she’s dead.

Was this some sort of cruel trick from the universe?

“-and PearlescentMoon.” The rest of the hermits cheered at the announcement, giving the new members a warm welcome. Grian said nothing, his mind spinning a mile a minute.

There was no way it was actually her. The Watchers . . . the Watchers had killed her, and every other Evolutionist. Grian didn’t know why. He would never know why, because with the Watchers it was always “you can’t possibly understand.”And Grian couldn’t. When Grian had finally escaped them, he tried to go back to Evo. It was a foolish attempt, one that would certainly have endangered the lives of anyone there, but nobody had been left there and the buildings were all destroyed and overgrown with vines and Grian had been forced to conclude the heavy truth that all of his old friends were gone.

He didn’t remember what he did after that. He just ran.

Before he could stop himself, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “Pearl? Is that really you?”

She turned, hearing her name and--it was. It was her. Her hair had blonde highlights around the bangs now, but he’d recognize her anywhere, like her face and the faces of all the other Evolutionists were seared into his brain.

“. . . Grian?”

Grian just stared.

The other hermits had caught onto their mini debacle, and were watching them. “Grian, do you know her?” Mumbo asked.

“Y-yeah, I do,” he stammered.

“Grian?” Pearl shouted, and in an instant had scrambled up the ditch. She stopped in front of him, face pale and eyes wide, like she’d seen a ghost. Maybe he was a ghost, maybe he’d died the day they took him from Evo.

“Pearl,” he whispered.

Suddenly she threw her arms around Grian in a hug and squeezed. “Oh, it’s been so long,” she said, voice muffled.

Grian froze, but slowly reciprocated the hug. He felt numb and like he wanted to cry and scream at the same time, hands shaking, but Pearl’s warm embrace drew him back down to reality.

Pearl pulled away, blinked tears from her eyes and met Grian’s stare. Then, her gaze drifted further down, landing on his folded wings that peaked out just above his shoulders. Tentatively, she reached out to stroke a feather. “What happened to you?” she asked softly.

“I thought you were dead,” Grian said by way of answer.

“Well, I’m not,” Pearl said, and for a moment Grian almost didn’t believe her, and grabbed her wrist tightly, just to see if it was real. Pearl let him. “They took you,” she said.

Grian just looked at the ground, uncomfortably aware of how many people were watching him. Ironic, almost--he didn’t want them watching him so that they wouldn’t know about the Watchers. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the hermits. He did. He’d trust them all with his life a thousand times. He just . . . didn’t want to explain. The hermits were a good bunch. The unspoken rule was that you didn’t ask about anyone’s past unless they spoke first, and Grian knew they’d abide by that for him as well. But he could do without the turned heads.

“Alright everyone!” Xisuma shouted suddenly, startling Grian. “Let’s go, let’s get to work, this season won’t start itself!” Slowly, the hermits began to disperse, branching off into groups. “How’re ya gonna start the season if you don't chop down a tree? I’ll get to work protecting these villagers.”

Xisuma threw a glance over to them, and Grian mouthed a thank you. Xisuma just nodded, and left them alone. Grian was overwhelmed with relief at the admin’s gesture.

He turned back to Pearl.

“I-I can’t believe you’re actually here,”Grian said. He smiled and the moment he met her gaze, his eyes began to blur with tears.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” she cried. “When we got back from fighting the enderdragon you . . . you were just gone. They left a note for us . . . said it was necessary for you to be taken. All in rhyme, of course.”

“Of course it was in rhyme . . .'' Grian muttered, suddenly very angry. All the Watchers and their unknowable ways, always distilled down to some pithy saying. A life-changing event relayed to his friends in another stupid little poem. He’d written a few himself and despised it.

“I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again. Do you . . . do you mind if I ask what happened?” Pearl asked. “I’m just happy to see you here but I-”

“No, it’s alright,” Grian said with a sigh. “They took me after I fought the enderdragon, and said I was going to be one of them. I didn’t want to go but-well what could I do? So I went with them, and they promised to let me hang around the server. They lied to me, they never let me Watch Evo.” Grian paused, and felt the cool trail of a tear dripping down his cheek. “They later told me you were all dead.”

“Oh, Grian,” Pearl said, and pulled him into another hug, and that was it for him. He began to sob.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “It’s just a lot-”

“I know, I know,” she whispered.

“They-they . . . I didn’t enjoy it there. So I, I ran away. I tried to visit Evo but--there was nobody there. I figured they told the truth then, that you really were dead. I ran and found the hermits and I’ve been living with them every since, and oh they’re so wonderful but I could never forget-”

“It’s okay.” Pearl comforted. “I know, I know. We came home after finding the dragon and our place was ransacked, and we were given instructions to leave. And . . . eventually after we left, the group disbanded and we went our separate ways. But, we’re all alive.”

“Really?” Grian asked.

“Yes.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Can I- can I see them?” he whispered. It felt forbidden.

“Of course!” Pearl exclaimed. “I’ve kept in touch with everyone, I’m sure Xisuma could help you visit if you asked.”

“Xisuma . . .” Grian thought aloud. “I haven’t told him,” Grian admitted. The admin certainly knew something was up with Grian, because players didn’t normally randomly appear in worlds they weren’t supposed to, but he’d welcomed Grian with open arms to the server and never asked a single question.

“I’m sure he would understand.”

“He would, but Pearl, I don’t want to put anyone in danger! I’m not supposed to be here!” Grian hissed.

“So then don’t tell him everything. Just say you want to visit some people. He’ll understand, I know he will,” she replied. Grian pondered it for a moment. She was right--he could just ask to visit someone. Other hermits did it all the time. Maybe--maybe a few server hops wouldn’t cause a problem. Maybe this was something within his reach, after all this time. The thought exhilarated him.

“But please,” Pearl added. “Please tell someone else, not just me. How long have you been hiding?”

Too long.

Grian didn’t answer, and the two of them stood there and listened to the crash of the waves on the nearby shoreline. The air was hot and salty, and in the distance he could hear Xisuma opening and closing doors in the village.

He didn’t know what he felt, it was like too many emotions had happened in too short of a period of time and left him burned out like a forest after a wildfire. His hands had stopped trembling, but he felt deeply tired.

Happy. You feel happy.

Grian’s communicator chimed from within his pocket. He withdrew it.

GoodTimeWithScar > Grian: are you okay

Grian smiled, and typed a response.

Grian > GoodTimeWithScar: yes

“Who was that?” Pearl asked.

“Scar. He wanted to know if I was okay.”

“Are you?”

Grian met her eyes. “I am now.” It was close enough to the truth. Grian shifted his weight between his feet, suddenly restless and tired from trying to process all this new information. “Speaking of other hermits, we should get going, yeah? We can’t let them get all the resources without us!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she chuckled. The hermits had already spread out seeking resources, but not too far yet; Grian and Pearl could still see several of them talking to each other across the field.

“Pearl, before you go--” Grian started, looking serious. “Build next to me, alright? I...I want you to be around.”

“I promise,” she replied.

◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐

“Why are you following me?” Grian knew why, but he wanted Mumbo to bring it up. He was torn--on one hand, he truly appreciated his friend’s concern. It was nice that others were looking out for him, a warm reminder of what their little community stood for. On the other hand . . . he’d really have just appreciated being left alone.

“You look like you have a purpose!” Mumbo exclaimed instead.

Huh.

Grian shook his head. “I’m just heading north,” he replied, shielding his eyes and looking up to see the position of the sun.

“I was just like, ‘Man, it looks like he knows where he’s going,’” Mumbo continued and Grian laughed.

They walked to the edge of the swamp, and began to cut down the trees. Starter tools were a necessity in a new world, and they had no stone.

“Ugh, I have to take down this whole tree, and then I have to replant it,” complained Mumbo.

“Wait-why have you got to replant it?” asked Grian incredulously, while getting wood for himself and not replanting the tree.

“Well I-I can’t just deforest things!”

This is going to be SO much fun to tease Mumbo with.

“Whatever you say, tree boy.”

They continued to work, getting wood, and then venturing into a shallow cave to get stone. The whole time their coms kept buzzing, buzzing, buzzing with combat death messages. Just another day in the hermitcraft world, thought Grian. Have they declared a spontaneous war up there? Either way, Pearl and Gem were getting the full introduction today, he thought with a chuckle.

Exiting the cave, they spotted a shipwreck not too far away, and decided to explore it. Grian pulled out a soggy buried treasure map, and they decided to go after it in a boat. Grian wanted to relax in the boat, to just breathe in the sea spray and try to calm his still-racing thoughts, but unfortunately Mumbo was the driver, and he was not a very good driver if you asked Grian. Grian had been tasked with navigation, which was a difficult thing when the driver couldn’t see the map you were describing.

The loot was good, and they divided it between themselves and then struck onward in the boat, this time with Grian commandeering the vessel. They looped back around to the shipwreck only to find a group of hermits that were a little too late to the prize. Pearl, Ren, and Doc were gathered around the boat looking a bit disappointed.

Mumbo and Grian decided to taunt them.

“Who got the loot?” shouted Ren.

“We got the loot!” Grian shouted back.

“Oh it was you guys,” said Pearl. Grian stuck his tongue out at her and cackled.

They looped back around to show off the Heart of the Sea, but Mumbo dropped their only diamond by accident and that was when Grian decided to steer the boat away before they lost any more valuables.

“I can’t believe you dropped the diamond,” Grian sighed.

“I was flexing too hard, I’m sorry!” cried Mumbo.

It was too comical, and Grian couldn’t be mad at his friend. They rowed on, closely following the coastline. After a few minutes, however, Mumbo asked a question.

“The new hermit, who we just saw with Doc and Ren--Pearl--is it. . . is it okay if I ask how you know her?” Mumbo spoke gently, knowing he was treading around a potentially sensitive topic. Grian knew the topic would have come up eventually, after he’d basically had a breakdown in public when he saw her.

Grian stopped the boat, and looked into the water, not at Mumbo’s face. “Yeah, I figured you’d ask. We used to be on a world together. The . . . the world I was at before I came here, actually.” It wasn’t the full truth, since he’d been to many worlds as a Watcher and had lived on the Watchers’ world for a while. But Evo had been his last home.

“Oh,” said Mumbo.

“We were friends,” continued Grian. “We were close. But I was told she was dead. Clearly, though,” he just simply gestured instead of finishing the sentence.

“Clearly she’s not dead,” Mumbo finished. “I see. Who told you she was dead?”

“Someone who didn’t have my best interests at heart.” Grian had never fully told his friend about what had happened before he joined hermitcraft, but the other man knew that it was a difficult past and had comforted him on more than one occasion--mostly after he’d first joined and the pain was still fresh. It had dulled with time and Grian had become more and more adjusted to his new life.

Seeing Pearl again was a miracle, but it sure sharpened the pain.

Grian rested his elbows on the side of the boat and pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes. “It wasn’t just her, either, they told me everyone on the server was dead. And-they’re all alive. All of them. It’s fantastic news, brilliant news, I’m just-”

“Thinking of the people who didn’t have your best interests at heart?”

“Yeah.”

Mumbo laid a hand on Grian’s shoulder. “I don’t know who they are,” he began, “but I know they’re not here now. You have us now, and you have Pearl here too. That all is in the past.”

Grian stared out over the water, watching as the sunlight sparkled and danced over the waves. “You’re a good friend, you know that right?”

“Well, I do try to be,” Mumbo chuckled. “Now-I think we should probably go pick up Scar over there, I think the poor man is going to drown!”

“Oh no!” Grian said, and scrambled for the oars, and then they were off.

◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐

When Grian, Impulse, Scar, and Mumbo created the Boatem Pole, Pearl was there to join them.

When Grian woke up in his makeshift camp the next morning, he was happy to see Pearl setting up her own starter base on the other side of the Boatem Pole.

When Grian showed up at Xisuma’s base two days later, he asked for permission to visit other servers.

[fallen-gravity]

Truth or Dare

“Are you kidding? I love truth or dare!!” Molly beams. “I can never convince anyone to play with me!” She excitedly claps, but after a brief moment passes she freezes in her tracks, tilting her head at him in confusion. “But…wait, how’s that any different from just asking questions we could just dodge the answers to?

The smirk on Scratch’s face just grows even wider. “That’s where I come in, dearest Molly” he bows to her sarcastically. “This won’t just be any ordinary game of truth or dare. I’m gonna put a temporary curse on us while we play so we can’t dodge any questions or refuse any embarrassing dares”

“Oooh!” Molly jumps to her feet. “That’s perfect! Do it!” she points enthusiastically in his direction. “Do it! Do it! I’m ready!”

Notes: 

This fic is dedicated to all of my wonderful friends over at the Mollycord discord server!! I love all the silly temporary curses and other little aus we come up with, and the truth or dare one remains to be my favorite, so you just know I had to cave and write a piece for it.

Enjoy four thousand words of these two being unapologetically the closest besties you've ever seen ;3

AO3

For all intents and purposes, let the record show that this was all Molly’s idea.

Sure, okay, maybe Scratch agreed to play along at the promise of pizza and ice cream. But if anyone asks, this whole two-person slumber party thing was all Molly’s idea. Nevermind the fact that he’s wearing a facial and letting her apply nail polish to the approximate area on his hands where his fingernails would be. This is torture. Yep. He’s doing her a favor, really. 

“Aaaand…there!” Molly exclaims. “I’m all done, you can look now”

Scratch takes one of the cucumber slices off of his eyes and cautiously pops it into his mouth to avoid the sensation of wet nail polish touching his tongue. He frantically waves his hand around to try and help dry it faster, and holds his hand out at just the right angle where he can look at his nails and Molly’s beaming face at the same time. 

“Well?” she bounces up and down. “What do you think?” 

The base color of the polish is such a dark purple that he’d almost think it were black, and there’s tiny blue and white dots delicately sprinkled on top as if to mimic a starry night sky. Each individual finger has its own unique pattern of stars, and knowing how Molly is with going over the top on these sorts of things, it wouldn’t surprise him in the least if it turned out that altogether they made a real constellation that represents friendship, or something like that. 

“I gotta say, I’m impressed, Molls” he replies, and smirks when the beaming smile on her face only grows brighter. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew your way around the art of the manicure”

Molly giggles at that, a tiny smirk spreading to her face as well. “N’aww, you~” she jabs him in the side, and if not for his wet nails he most definitely would’ve smacked her hand away. “I’ve just had plenty of practice! Darryl used to let me practice on him all the time when we were younger before Mom caught us stealing from her stash and hiding them away from us, but now that I’m old enough to have my own allowance I can go out and buy my own secret stash!” 

Scratch snorts. “Like you have anything to hide, McGee.” He points an accusatory finger in her direction. “You have the innocence of a sleeping newborn kitten”

She gasps in mock offense. “How dare you,” she hisses, but the goofy grin on her face ruins the image of her fake anger. “I have plenty to hide from you!” She says, and as if to prove her point she digs under her bed until she finds the miniature shoe box she keeps her makeup in and shoves the nail polish back inside. She then joins him on her bed, slinging an arm around him in a side hug. “We may be besties for all eternity, but there’s still plenty that you don’t know about me. Maybe you never will!”

“Oho!” Scratch places a hand to his own chest in mock offense. “Is that a challenge, Molly McGee?”

Molly shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. Why?” A mischievous glint sparkles in her eyes. “Are you afraid you don’t know me as much as you think you do?” 

“Afraid? Hah!” Scratch exclaims, pointing a finger towards the sky. “Surely you know me better than that, Molls. Nothing scares me”

Molly snorts at that comment in a very we-both-know-that’s-not-true sort of manner. 

Scratch huffs in fond annoyance. “You don’t believe me?” He rubs his hands together, the bed beginning to warp and twist around them. “Then how’s about we make things interesting?”

“D’aww, it’s cute that you still think your spooky voice is gonna work on me” she gives him a few pats on the back, and the room around them instantly returns to normal. “What are you thinking?” 

“Hmm…” Scratch taps at his nonexistent chin, dragging out his response for as long as he possibly can just for dramatic effect. He glances around the room to look for some sort of idea on how he could prove to her just how great a friend he is, knowing all there is to know about her, and the mischievous grin returns easily to his face when his eyes fall to her friendship handbook on the bedside table opened to the “OPTIMAL SLUMBER PARTY GAMES” page.

“How about…”he redirects his shit-eating grin towards her, “...truth or dare?” 

For a fraction of a second, Scratch can see Molly’s eyes dart towards the handbook, but before he has time to question it she squeals so loudly that it surprises him that her window didn’t shatter at the sound of it. 

“Are you kidding? I love truth or dare!!” she beams. “I can never convince anyone to play with me!” She excitedly claps, but after a brief moment passes she freezes in her tracks, tilting her head at him in confusion. “But…wait, how’s that any different from just asking questions I can just dodge the answer to?” 

The smirk on Scratch’s face just grows even wider. “That’s where I come in, dearest Molly” he bows to her sarcastically. “This won’t just be any ordinary game of truth or dare. I’m gonna put a temporary curse on us while we play so you can’t dodge any questions or refuse any embarrassing dares”

“Oooh!” Molly jumps to her feet. “That’s perfect! Do it!” she points enthusiastically in his direction. “Do it! Do it! I’m ready!” 

She really does make it hard to seem all intimidating and scary when she’s smiling at him like that. Forcing himself to shove down the smile forming on his own face, he clears his throat, gently grabs Molly’s wrists, and begins;

“UNTIL WE DECLARE THIS GAME IS THROUGH

WE MUST SPEAK NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH

AND IN THE CASE WE’RE GIVEN DARES

EACH SINGLE ONE WE HAVE TO DO”

The room returns to normal, and just as she always is after she’s been cursed by a ghost, there’s a massive grin on Molly’s face. “Test if it works! Test if it works!” she claps, jumping up and down in place.

“Alright,” Scratch crosses his arms over his chest, trying to forget just how contagious Molly’s happiness can be sometimes. “Truth or dare?” 

“Hah! Easy. I pick dare” She crosses her arms to mirror his stance, a smirk spreading to her face. 

“Smart,” Scratch squints at her. “…But fine. I dare you to…” 

This time the pause that follows genuinely is so Scratch can put some careful thought into his response. He’d hate to dare her to do something potentially dangerous or life-threatening, especially in the hypothetical case that the curse backfired badly enough that they wouldn’t be able to stop doing the dare once they’ve started.

He shudders at the thought. 

Okay. Something stupid. Something potentially embarrassing. 

Something safe. 

“...do a headstand on your bed for…fifteen seconds straight” 

“Pssh, is that the best you’ve-” Molly begins, but she’s abruptly cut off by a bright pink glow encasing her entire body. As if she’s no longer in control of her body, she shuffles awkwardly onto her bed and stumbles around until she’s standing on her head. The pink glow encasing her reminds Scratch a bit of the same glow that surrounds him whenever she summons him from afar, but before he can put too much thought into that the glow disappears and she flops backwards into her pillow with a startled yelp. For the briefest of moments she just lays there in silence staring up at the ceiling, and Scratch is almost afraid that he broke her, but then she bolts upright with a giant smile on her face. 

“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever experienced!” Molly yells, and she’s right back to repeatedly jabbing him in the side like she didn’t just temporarily have her free will ripped away from her. “Your turn, your turn! Truth or dare?”

Scratch can’t help the smile tugging at his face at her enthusiasm. “Alright, McGee, but you’re gonna have a pretty hard time getting any sensitive information out of me.” He crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at her. “Dare.”

“Oh corn, and I had such a great question for you, too” she pouts dramatically, and pauses to take a look around her room. “Aha!” she exclaims, pointing to the empty ice cream pints strewn around the entrance of his offering house. “I dare you to go get us some more ice cream!” 

Scratch snorts. “Ice cream? C’mon, Mol, I was probably going to go get more soon anyw-” he starts, but before he can finish he’s suddenly encased in the same pink hue that had just overtaken Molly moments prior. Between one blink and the next, he feels a powerful force yanking him down through the floor of Molly’s room with a startled yelp. Scratch squeezes his eyes closed to avoid watching the rest of the rooms of the McGee household blur past him as he’s tugged god knows where, and only opens them once he comes to a complete stop and realizes that…he’s freezing cold.

Wherever he is, there’s scattered boxes of frozen dinners and ice cube trays everywhere, and…

…Oh. It’s just the freezer. 

Scratch shoves aside the small stack of frozen pizzas and boxes of popsicles until he finds the last two pints of ice cream that had been shoved to the back corner to hide them from, well…him. He places the two pints under his arms, and stretches his hands out of the freezer and into the cupboard to grab a couple of spoons, and the moment he does he’s surrounded by a pink glow and yanked upwards to Molly’s room again. 

“Oh, thank corn,” Molly wheezes in relief when he appears in her room again, a hand placed to her chest. “I was afraid that since I didn’t clarify that we still had some in the freezer that you were gonna be sent all the way to the grocery store in Mewline, or something” 

“It’s a truth or dare curse, Molls, not a genie granting wishes” he smirks, and pops the cover off of the pint of Moose Tracks before handing it to Molly. “Speaking of truth or dare, though,” he pauses to pop open the pint of Rocky Road ice cream for himself, “it’s your turn”

“Mmm!” she hums through a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. “Dare!” 

Scratch squints, jabbing his own spoon in her direction. “You know you’re gonna succumb to picking truth sometime tonight, don’t you? You can’t keep this up all night”

“Hehe, yes I can” she giggles, shoveling another bite of ice cream into her mouth. “I’ll say it again. Dare”

Okay, knowing how incredibly stubborn Molly can get, she’s probably not that far off from telling the truth. If he wants to get even a smidgen of dirt out of her then he’s gonna have to start playing dirty himself; if he wants Molly to play truth, Scratch realizes, he’s gonna have to scare her out of playing another dare. 

“Alright, McGee, you think you’re so clever? Then I dare you to go into Darryl’s room, open up Heidi’s cage, and pet her for…three seconds” 

Molly chokes, and her spoon falls from her hand to her bedroom floor. “Oh…oh no no no, Scratch, we both know I can’t-”

“Up up up!” Scratch interrupts her. “You remember what we agreed on. Either we tell a truth or we have to complete a dare.”

As if on cue, the bright pink hue surrounds Molly again, and her eyes go the widest Scratch has ever seen them. Against her own will she stands to her feet, and as she stumbles past him on the way to the hatch door leading out of her room she whispers a panicked “I hate you” in his direction. She stumbles down the stairs with the grace of a baby deer, and though Scratch stays put instead of following her because he’s quite frankly terrified of Heidi himself, he can vaguely make out the vague sound of Molly whimpering and squeaking as she opens the cage to say hello. 

And just as quickly as she left, Scratch hears the sound of her booking it down the hallway and up the ladder steps to her own room. Her face is the palest he’s ever seen on anyone, and that’s including all of the little kids from that one birthday on last month’s scare report. Her eyes look kind of hazy, like she’s about to pass out, and there’s a part of Scratch deep down that almost feels kinda bad that he asked her to do such a thing. She flops face first into the pillow on her bed, and for a moment Scratch is afraid she actually did pass out, but she speaks up before Scratch even has time to do a panicked check on her pulse.

“Okay,” she wheezes between gasps of air as the color returns to her face. “I see your point.”  She sighs, and briefly closes her eyes as she slowly sits back up. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

…Yeah, okay, he also knows that Molly isn’t above petty revenge. If he chooses dare this round, he wouldn’t be surprised in the least if she managed to come up with something much, much worse, like daring him to hold Heidi and let her crawl around on his arm for thirty seconds, or forcing him to go volunteer at the senior center and help give them baths, or something like that. He shudders equally hard at either thought. 

“...Truth” 

Molly’s eyes shine like stars when he chooses that option, and suddenly he fears that more than any petty little dare she could’ve come up with for him to do.  If his heart still worked properly, it’d be beating out of his chest for sure. 

“Eeee, I’ve been waiting for you to pick truth all night!” She squeals, clapping and bouncing in place. 

…Okay, yeah, he’s terrified. Never in his entire afterlife did Scratch think he’d ever find a smile this adorable so petrifying. 

“You ready? Here comes the truth bomb” she mischievously rubs her hands together, a perfect mirror of the gesture he’d done to her earlier. “Scratch…” she begins, grabbing him where his shoulders should be and forcing him to look her in the eyes. “I know you like to pretend you’re all grumpy and grouchy and not really care about anyone, but...I gotta know, underneath all of that…” she pauses, her beaming smile only growing wider and wider by the second. “What do you really think of me? What are ol’ Scratchy’s thoughts on widdle ol’ Molly McGee?”

….Oh no.

Of all the possible questions in the world that she could’ve asked, that is by far the scariest one she could’ve chosen. It’s not like he secretly hates her, or anything, so it’s not like he’s afraid of hurting her feelings. Far, far from it. The honest truth is that he’s come to think of her as the family he’s never had, but he just knows that if she ever finds out then she’ll never let him hear the end of it, and she’ll spend the rest of his days calling him Scratch McGee, or something equally cheesy along those--

Wait.

His mouth is moving.

His mouth is moving and he’s talking out loud and he wasn’t even aware of it.

“You? Molly McGee?” his traitorous mouth is saying, and there’s nothing he wants to do more than to curl up under the sheets of his little bed in his little house and just hide away from it all. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I act all grumpy and dismissive because I haven’t completely come to terms with it myself, but…I love you more than anything else in the whole world, Mol. I love you more than I love myself. You’re the sister I never had, and….the sister I never knew I needed.”

If he could still blush, Scratch is sure his entire face would be on fire. He’s almost sure his entire face is on fire, he’s that embarrassed. He covers his face in his hands, not wanting to look Molly in the eyes. All of those things are the complete and utter truth, because it’s not like he could ever even come up with anything so saccharine as a joke to mess with her even if he wanted to. N-not that he would want to anyway, because he’d never joke about something like that, he’d never wave his very real desire to feel wanted and loved and part of a family again in front of his own face like that, not when he’s so afraid of the no, of the scoff or the glare or the back turned in his direction at even humoring the idea of inserting himself into that picture. And sure, maybe he could find comfort in knowing that Molly’s not like the rest, she would never turn him away, but she’s always just referred to him as her best friend, the same way she refers to Libby, and he’s never once heard her say that she considers Libby part of-

His own spiral of panicked thoughts is abruptly interrupted by the sound of Molly sniffling. 

Oh no, he hadn’t continued on his self-deprecating spiel out loud, did he?  It didn’t seem like he said any of that awful stuff about himself out loud, but on the off chance that he did, and he went and dumped all of that on her shoulders right after he just told her that he loved her, he’d feel awful. He opens his mouth to apologize to her for being such a mess, but she speaks up before he has time to get a single word out.

“...Sister?”

It’s a hushed whisper, jam-packed with all of the emotion of someone who’s about to start bawling, but also with all of the wonder of someone who sounds as if they just received the best news of their life. Scratch finally finds the strength to pull his hands from his face to look at her. There are already tears rolling down her cheeks from her alarmingly wet eyes, and she’s just looking at him with the softest, sweetest smile he’s ever seen in either of his lifetimes.

“You…you think of me as your sister?” 

“W-Well, yeah!” Scratch stammers, immeasurably grateful he has control over his own words again. “B-because you annoy me like one! A-and you’re always invading my personal space, no matter how much I tell you to leave me alone! It’s…It’s an insult, really, I-” 

He’s trying, he really is, but the more he rambles and the more walls he tries putting up, the bigger Molly’s smile gets. Curse her and her ability to see past all of them. 

She giggles as she wipes at her eyes with her wrist. “You know, I could’ve just settled for you’re my best friend,” she tries to quip, but her voice wobbles and there are new tears in her eyes before she can even finish her sentence. 

“Yeah, well, you’re that too” Scratch crosses his arms over his chest. “Happy?” 

That just makes Molly spiral into a fit of giggles, but between all of that she manages a nod of her head. 

…Speaking of best friends, though…

“Alright, McGee, don’t forget that it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” 

“Truth,” she answers quickly, wiping at her eyes once more for good measure.

Perfect. Just the response he was hoping for. “On the topic of best friends,” he begins, clasping his hands together and smiling mischievously. “What do you really think of me? I know you love wearing your heart on your sleeve, but I see you parading that best friend label around to all of your friends, and I’m finding it hard to believe you don’t secretly value me above all the rest”

“Oh!” Molly’s face lights up, which is not at all the reaction Scratch was expecting from her having to choose between which of her friends she likes the most. “That’s easy! You’re…you’re like an older brother to me, Scratch. I know I’ve already got Darryl as my younger brother, and that you and I haven’t been cursed together for all that long, but…” she rubs shyly at her arm. “...I’ve always secretly wished I had an older sibling to show me the way, and...it already kind of feels like you’ve been a fellow McGee my entire life. I can’t picture the McGee family without you in it, Scratch. I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have the honor of having you in my life.”

…

…Oh. 

…Okay, Scratch wasn’t expecting that kind of answer at all.

His traitorous face is reacting before he has time to think of a cover-up. His breath is hitching uncontrollably, and before he has the time to hide his face away in his hands again, he can already feel tears rolling down his face.

“Awww, Scraaaatch~!” Molly coos, and pulls him into a hug. “It’s okay!” She cheers. “You can let it out, buddy, I’m right here”

For some reason that choice of phrasing just has Scratch spiraling even harder, and he finds himself trembling against her for a few moments. He wants to let himself embrace it, he really does, but...no; he’s learned plenty enough lessons about vulnerability in the past, even around the people who earnestly told him they loved him. He pulls himself away from the hug, and clears his throat before he speaks to cautiously try and prevent his voice from wavering again. 

“C-C’mon, Molls, we still have a game going on. It’s my turn. Hit me with it.”

“Okay,” Molly smirks. “Truth or dare?” 

“D-Dare! Hah!” he stutters, because he just knows that if he continues to pick truth then they’re just going to nosedive further and further into this mush fest. But Molly just smirks at that answer, like it’s exactly what she was hoping he would say, and she opens her arms all big and wide.

“I dare you to hug me for…thirty seconds!” 

Yeah, okay, maybe he should’ve seen that coming. Molly beams the moment she sees the pink hue surrounding him, and catches him in her arms the moment he crashes into her. She winds her arms around him to give him a big ol tight hug, the same way she always does, but this time she tilts her head to rest it against him, and for some reason that gesture makes all the difference, because Scratch realizes that it makes him feel…safe. Something about her soft cheek resting against his head makes him feel protected, like nothing in the world can penetrate him if he just stays here in Molly’s arms. She hums happily as she shifts her arms around, and there’s something so…comforting about the way she holds him. Sure, she may give the tightest hugs he’s ever experienced in either of his lives, but there’s also something so delicate about them, like he’s the most fragile, precious thing in her life. 

There’s something inexplicably overwhelming at that thought. Subtly, gently, Scratch allows himself to nestle up against her, like if he just stays right here in her arms he can just soak all of the love right out of her. 

He’s not sure how much time has passed by the time Molly speaks up.

“Scratch?” she whispers, like she’s afraid speaking any louder will break him. “I think your thirty seconds are up, you can let go if you don’t want to-”

“I know,” he mumbles, before she can finish that train of thought. She doesn’t reply to that, not at first, but then she readjusts so she can wind her arms around him again. 

…Huh. He hadn’t even noticed that she had been the one to let go first. 

“Do you want to...call the game here?” she mumbles, once her cheek is back resting on his head.

“Y-yeah,” Scratch replies, nodding his head. “Yeah. This…this seems like a good stopping point”

Molly hums happily, squeezing him just a bit tighter. “Yeah, I think so too.”

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Part 3

CorpseHusband x FemReader

Warnings: cussing

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You make sure you’re set up before 6 PM, which was probably a mistake. You can’t sit still, you’re starting to get nervous, and you kind of just want to run away to McDonald’s.

Sure, you know Ludwig, Dream, and Rae, but it feels like you’re at school all over again. That anxious feeling of having to be with people while your best friends aren’t around.

You’re leg is bouncing, your nails are tapping on your desk, and you can’t stop running your hand through your hair. It probably looks like a fucking bird nest by now.

You start streaming, deciding that maybe talking to your supporters will make things a bit better.

“Hey, loves,” You greet in a not so Y/N-fashioned way. Of course, the chat catches on, and you’re being called out for it. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that your supporters know how you usually are.

@user: What happened to, “Hey, bitches!”

@user: Ou, someone is nervous.

Yeah, they obviously know you very well.

“Alright, let’s start over.” You clear your throat for dramatic effect because, well, when are you not dramatic? “Hey, bitches!” Yup, even you know that just feels right.

After a while of talking to your supporters, Rae sends you the Discord invite and the Among Us code. You join, feeling your nerves start to come back.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims in excitement when she sees you’ve joined the Among Us lobby.

“Hi,” You say, shyness lacing your voice.

“Oh my God! The cutest voice.” Jack says. Wow, what a compliment coming from the Jack_Septic_Eye.

You take time to introduce yourself to everyone, trying to calm your nerves.

“Are we gonna start?” Ludwig’s impatient ass asks.

“We’re waiting for Corpse.” Rae explains.

Shit, another person you have to introduce yourself to?

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets quickly, very obviously racing to be the first to say hi to Corpse.

“Hey, Sykkuno,” Corpse chuckles, and woah, the last thing you expected. You can’t help but be surprised, and you know it’s showing on your face. Why? Because your supporters are teasing you in the chat.

“Corpse,” Rae says in a sing-songy tone. “This is Y/N.” And your heart drops to your fucking stomach. Every single time it happens when you have to meet someone, but now your heart is beating even faster because you’re obviously the only one who hasn’t met Corpse. They’re all expecting a reaction out of you...

“Hey, Y/N.” His deep, husky voice says. You can hear the smile in his voice and it helps ease your nerves.

“Hi,” You greet, shyness still lacing your voice.

Corpse chuckles, “So cute.” Now you’re blushing. Great...

Rae starts the game, saving you before the others can start teasing you.

Crewmate.

You’ve only played Among Us once, in a public server with Dream, George, Karl, and Alex, and then you got bullied for not knowing what the fuck to do.

To say the least, you’re pretty glad to be Crewmate and not Impostor.

“Y/N!” Jack shouts, walking up to you. You slightly jump, forgetting they’re playing with Proximity Chat.

“Jack!” You shout back, letting his astronaut catch up to you.

“We were expecting a reaction.” He says, and of course they were.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I feel like he hears it a lot, don’t want to add on to the list of Things People Say To Him Everyday.”

“Yeah, he’s probably very grateful for that.”

“Grateful for what?” Charlie walks up to you two.

“Nothing,” Jack drawls. You’ve just met Charlie, but you know that he’d tease both you and Corpse about one another’s voices.

“Oh, I know!” Charlie exclaims, but before he can say what he knows-

“Okayyy! That’s enough interaction with Charlie for today.” Jack says, and you take that as a, ‘Walk the fuck away now, Y/N!’

You walk around, trying your best to finish tasks, but when it comes to the card swipe in Admin, you want to quit life as a whole.

“Ugh, I fucking quit.” You groan, slamming your hands on your desk. A deep, rumbling chuckle comes through on your headphones.

“Having trouble?” Corpse teases.

“Yeah. I wanna rip every strand of my fucking hair out.”

“Swipe it slower.” And with that, you try again. Voila! Just like magic.

“Well if I would’ve fucking known.” You groan, Corpse chuckling.

“Here, I can help you with the game.”

“Yes, please, I don’t know shit about it.”

“You know, you cuss a lot for having such a sweet, innocent, and cute voice.” Corpse laughs.

“Yeah,” You drawl. “I know, bad fucking habit.” You slap your hand over your mouth. How does someone cuss in every sentence? Get a filter, damn.

Corpse walks around with you as you both finish tasks, explaining how the game works, and giving you tips for when you do end up being an Impostor.

Honestly, you could listen to his voice all day. He’s also really sweet.

“What are you two up to?” Brooke asks, doing tasks in Electrical with you two. Corpse told you to make sure you’re always aware of your surroundings when you’re in Electrical. So, naturally, you’re freaking out, but silently and internally.

“Brooke,” Corpse warns. He doesn’t even have time to finish his warning. Brooke kills him, his body flopping over, the one bone sticking out from the top of his body. Your mouth falls open.

“Hey, Y/N. Let’s be besties!” You don’t know what to do, but ay, #girlsupportinggirls, right? So, you walk with her. She helps you along the way, also telling you tips on the game, explaining how everything works. Then, after about a minute, a whole 60 seconds, Corpse’s body is reported.

“Why Corpse? Such an innocent man with a beautiful voice.” Lud fake cries.

“Get over it,” Brooke says.

“It’s Brooke! Brooke’s an Impostor!” Lud shouts.

“What? No! I was with Y/N for a lot of this round.” Brooke defends herself, and oh fuck, who the fuck do you defend? You’ve just met both of them, one of them will possibly hate you forever.

“Y/N?” Sykkuno grabs your attention, snapping you out of your thinking.

“Yeah, she was. She wouldn’t have had time to kill Corpse. Where was the body?” Well, there you go, potentially ruining yours and Corpse’s blooming friendship. Sad Girl Hour, type beat.

“In Electrical,” Charlie says.

“Yeah, no way she would’ve had to time to kill him.”

Nobody’s voted out. Brooke hasn’t even told you who the second Impostor is so, you don’t know if you should stay with her or not.

As you and Brooke are walking around, or skipping as she sees it, and holding hands, Dream pops out of a vent. Well, there’s Imposter two.

“Woah! Dream, way to out yourself out.” You tease, throwing your head back and laughing.

“Please, you’ve been with Brooke the whole time. Don’t say anything.” Dream begs, making you and Brooke giggle.

“I won’t, I won’t.”

“Thank you,” He starts walking away from you guys, but not without finishing his sentence that you thought was already finished. “Cutie.” And there, finished.

Fucking finished! Tweedle-dee, tweedle dum! Whoopty-fucking-do! Fan-fucking-tastic! A-fucking-mazing!

And of course you’re blushing for the whole 80,000+ people watching to tease you about.

“Oh my God!” Brooke squeals. “What was that?!”

“I’ll explain later,”

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“Y/N, how could you?” Corpse says, offended.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do.”

“She’s my enemy, Y/N. We were supposed to stick together. I told you some tips and tricks, explained how to be a badass Impostor, everything!” Wow, he’s a good fucking actor.

“I can very well do the same thing, bitch.” Brooke spits, all in a playful manner - you hope...

“Not better than me, bitch.” Corpse retorts, his astronaut getting closer.

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Imposter.

With Corpse.

Great.

Your enemy. Or as he put it, “Enemy who he can maybe, and most likely, will become friends with in the near future.”

“Follow,” He says, and even though he’s your enemy, you do.

“I gotta do my own thing.”

“You don’t know how to do shit.” Corpse scoffs.

“Okay then, what the fuck are we gonna do?”

“Double kills, all the way, but only when we meet up with each other. So, right now, we’ll both go our own ways, but when we see each other again, we’ll walk to a pair and do a double kill if we can.” Corpse explains.

“Brooke told me not to do double kills often. It won’t help get through a game.”

Corpse snorts, “Brooke doesn’t know dog shit about this game.”

“Fine,” You groan, going along with it only because you don’t know dog shit about the game either.

As Corpse explained, you two do double kills every time you meet up. You two managed to get double kills where people rarely go - Shields, Comms, and the top of Cafeteria.

After killing Rae and Sykkuno, the game ends. You made sure to leave Brooke and Dream alive.

“Period, we did that!” You exclaim, everyone else groaning and complaining about how you two should never be an Impostor duo again. “But I still fucking hate you because you hate me!”

“Exactly!” Corpse retorts in the same tone as you.

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Hey can I request a really fluffy Karl imagine? Where they’ve been friends for ages and realise they like each other or something

- anonymous

not a kissing booth

「 karl jacobs x g/n!reader 」

a/n: i feel like i didn't really fulfill the request fully djddjf but i hope you like it! :)

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saying goodbye always was and always will be the hardest part of moving. it doesn't matter if you're moving a mile away or a thousand miles away, having to say goodbye to someone you love is borderline unbearable.

but... saying bye to karl was... different… why? well, who knows, really. maybe it was because you've known each other your whole life? or maybe it's because you spend pretty much every day together talking and talking but never running out of things to talk about?

or, perhaps, the reason saying bye to karl was so different is because you were in love with him. 

the hug you shared wasn't like any other hug you'd shared with the man. it was tight, comforting, a silent plea to stay in touch, to call or text him every day (as if you weren't going to already). then the very insistent, repeated, spoken plea to call or text him every day came and, for some reason, that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

as soon as he saw the first tear fall, karl grabbed your face softly and wiped it away.

"no, no, no, don't cry," he spoke softly, "don't-don't cry cause we're not saying goodbye, okay? we're-we're gonna talk every day, alright? every single day, i don't care what time it is for me cause i'll pick up, i'll answer. always. okay?" though he was asking for you not to cry, he started tearing up himself. he nodded to you, asking for an affirmation that you knew he would always be there. you nodded back and put your hands softly on his, leaning into is touch. you nodded once again, confirmation to yourself that he would be there. 

from behind the two of you, your mother honked the car horn to signal that you had to go. glancing back at the car then back to your best friend, you let go of his hands and wrapped them around his middle tightly. he returned the sentiment just as affectionately. 

"call me when you get there, okay?"

"okay."

"hey," he pulled away but still kept you close, "i love you, okay? and-and i'll miss you."

yes, goodbyes are hard, but the two of you kept your promise. although, it wasn't too hard when the both of you became streamers and played together 24/7. you and karl just had small names in the community before karl got picked up by mr beast and dream with his server. after the dream smp blew up, so did karl. any other person would've felt left in the dust or forgotten, but with you it was quite the opposite. you were happy for karl, ecstatic that he grew to fame and had so many loyal fans.

every time karl asked if you wanted to be on the smp, you declined, though, no matter how badly you wanted to accept. it was because of those loyal fans that you always declined. you were scared that they would psychoanalyze you and your behavior and find out about your crush on karl. yup. it's a stupid thought, but valid at the same time. you don't know when you started having this crush, whether it started when you two were in grade school or if it was recent, but it's the and you hate it. you hate having to hide your feelings from your best friend and lying to him when he asked for the reason as to why you didn't want to join the smp.

"but whyyyy," karl whined, hoping you would give a different reason as to not stream with him (or maybe even finally agree).

"because! that's a lot of eyes on me, karl. it's scary." liar.

"dude, you're a streamer, you have eyes on you anyways! you can't say you never thought you'd get over 1k viewers at a time."

"yes i can! because i never thought my best friend would get so famous so fast and suddenly have, like, over 60, or even 100k viewers at a time!"

"c'mon, just- please? please play on the smp with me? stream with me- for me?" he begged with his stupid, cute puppy dog eyes you can never say no to. bastard.

you huffed, "fine- fine! i'll play on the dream smp with you."

karl's face lit and as he bounced around his room, yelling, "yes! yes! finally!" 

you chuckled and shook your head at him, "yeah, yeah."

karl stopped hopping around and leaned down to his mic to speak, "when can you play?"

"just, whenever."

"tomorrow?" he grinned widely, excitement noticeable in his eyes even from across the country.

"t-tomorrow?" you weren't expecting it to be that early, but still, you couldn't let down karl. "s-sure. yeah, tomorrow's fine. what time?"

"3pm, my time." though he had calmed himself for the most part, you could still see him jittering and fidgeting with excitement.

"o-okay. sounds good," you spoke warily. changing the subject, the two of you continued talking all night.

when the next day came, you were immediately reminded of what was to come later that day when karl sent you your daily good morning text. reading through the small message, you ran a hand through your hair and sighed, turning to your pillow to just lay there. though it wasn't until the afternoon, you were already stressing how it would go.

after about 10 minutes of just lying there in bed, you responded to karl with your own good morning text then turned off your phone. running your hands down your face, you got up out of bed to start the day.

"how ya feelin?" karl asked, seeing how much you were fidgeting.

"nervous," you responded truthfully. karl already had his 'starting soon' screen up and you were yet to even begin yours. "i don't want them to hate me, y'know."

"dude, they're not gonna hate you, i promise. even if they don't like you, they'll see how much i love you and they'll learn to accept it."

you blushed at his words, knowing he didn't have a clue as to what they did to you. "y-yeah. yeah, i hope."

finally starting your stream with your own 'starting soon' screen, you tweeted out that you're gonna be playing on the dream smp, and almost immediately your viewership was more than it ever has been. taking a deep breath, you waited until karl turned on the facecam to his stream.

"hi! hello, everyone!" karl began, "welcome! welcome to the stream!"

while he made small talk with his stream, you changed your screen from 'starting soon' to your facecam. you deafened yourself on discord and began welcoming your stream as well. you explained what was happening and what you were gonna be doing when karl started spamming "UNDEAFEN" in your chat. you chuckled before undeafening, only to hear karl making a monotone "aaaahhhhhh" sound. you called his name a couple times and when he didn't stop, you turned on your funny mic to get his attention.

"KARL!" you yelled, the audio coming out distorted as all hell. he finally acknowledged you by breaking character and laughing. "let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

about an hour and a half and a whole lotta laughter later, karl took you over to a large red building in the shape of a heart. glancing at your chat, all you saw was "DON'T GO IN" but you just laughed it off.

"okay, y/n, this is not a kissing booth," karl explained.

"not a kissing booth?" 

"yes, definitely-definitely not a kissing booth. now wait-wait here," he instructed you before his character moved around the side of the building. you gave your camera a questioning look as you waited for whatever karl told you to wait for. as you were looking up at the building, you saw karl's character go inside the pink, glass heart. your jaw dropped at the adorable sight.

"karl! that's so cute!" you said as you crouched at his character.

"thank you," he giggled wildly (what you didn't know was that he was blushing profusely). "now," he exited the heart and came back around to you, "come in here."

he walked into the building and you followed, taking a quick moment to read the signs on the outside. you stood on the inside of the kissing booth, the crafting tables on the ground making you laugh quietly.

karl flipped a lever on one side of the room, "okay, so these are called the levers of consent. it takes two parties to consent, so mine is already down. if you consent, flip your lever."

you shook your head, but agreed anyways, "okay, i consent." you flipped the lever and suddenly the whole room went dark. you looked over to karl's character, only to see him crouching, slowly making his way over to you. you crouched back at him so you were eye level to him. your characters were close to touching before you got close to your mic and said, "are we about to kiss right now?"

his character stopped crouching as he started laughing wildly again, his giggles high pitched and absolutely adorable. our face split into a grin at the sound and your chat spammed your guys' ship name they came up with as well as "SIMP" which, in their defense, was very accurate.

deciding to mess with him a little, you looked karl's character in the eyes before saying, "karl, i'd say the s-word and get banned for you."

his giggles started up again, becoming high pitched and muffled as he covered his face. "no, no, stop, y/n please."

you giggled at him before pressing your character against his and making an over exaggerated "mwah!" sound.

to be expected, yours and karl's ship name was trending #1 on twitter with thousands of supporters.

[myherowritings]

hearts intertwined | t.s.

— You and Todoroki have been roommates for months now but have barely had more than a two minute conversation. When quarantine hits and everyone is on lockdown, you find yourself forced to spend more time with him and actually end up...enjoying it? 

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader word count: 3,055 genre: roommate au, pro hero!shouto, fluff warnings: suggestive content, 16+, mc and todo are both mid-20s

a/n: this is written as part of the crackhead sanctuary’s server collab! (pls excuse my server name lmfdkgfdg i have terrible naming skillz) i hope y’all enjoy and pls lmk what u think!! xx sof

In many ways, Todoroki Shouto was the perfect roommate. 

He cleaned up after himself, always made an extra serving of food and set it aside for you (though it may only have been because he sucked at measuring out ingredients rather than him intentionally planning on leaving you leftovers), and generally kept his volume to a minimum when entering the apartment at ungodly hours of the night. 

There was also the fact that he was the most attractive person you had ever shared a living space with in your life, and seeing him shirtless on his way to his bedroom from the bathroom was a definite bonus.

But despite all that, he was never someone you considered yourself close to.

You needed help paying for rent and expenses and he happened to be a friend of a friend of a friend who was looking for a place in the city to stay. Call it a divine intervention, a gift from the gods, or even fate… But you still wouldn’t consider yourself his friend.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to befriend him--Todoroki seemed like a sweet person. It was more along the lines of neither of you having the time. While you spent most of your day in the lab studying and doing research, Todoroki was always working in his office or out in the field to fulfill his new hero duties. 

This quarantine was probably the first opportunity either of you had to be in the same building for more than thirty minutes at a time. Which was why, as the two of you sat side-by-side on the living room sofa, no one knew exactly what to say.

“So, the weather--”

“Looks warm out--”

Both of you opened your mouths and shut them at the same time.

“Sorry,” Todoroki said with a small smile. “You first.”

“I-- Oh… It was nothing,” you managed, clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself. “Just trying to make some small talk.”

With a tight-lipped smile and wide eyes, you slowly craned your head away from his view. Who admits they’re trying to make small talk? That breaks all the rules of how to properly talk to someone.

The faint sound of the television playing old infomercials buzzed in the background while you and your roommate sat in silence. You never struggled to talk to him during those brief moments of passing, so why now? 

Looking at the screen to pass time, you noticed an outdated commercial of an older Tamagotchi game playing and felt yourself breaking out into a grin.

“Aw, I miss that game!” you cried as you turned to Todoroki with an excited glint in your eye. “Don’t tell anyone, but in elementary school I used to play it in class and since I was such a goody two-shoes, the teacher never suspected a thing.”

He raised an eyebrow in response. “I see we have ourselves a rebel in disguise here.”

“It’s our little secret, though. To everyone else, I am the epitome of innocence.”

You couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze travelled down your body and lingered on where the fabric of your oversized pajama shirt stopped and the expanse of your thigh started. 

“Sure. I believe you,” he said in what was almost a teasing tone. 

You felt your face growing hot but you paid it no mind. 

“As you should,” you sniffed, crossing one leg over the other haughtily. When he chuckled, you turned back to him. “How about you? Are you a secret bad boy who played with his Tamagotchi in the back of class?”

Todoroki shook his head. “I never had one. I actually never even knew what it was until high school, I think.” 

“Really?” Your eyes widened. Sure, the hand-held game was marketed to girls, but to never have heard about it through your whole childhood? You weren’t sure how that was possible. “Not even your older sister had one?”

Now, you didn’t know much about his personal life (whether or not he was dating someone, if he slept on the left or the right side of the bed, which leg he put in his pants first, et cetera), but you did pick up on a few things about his siblings from the previous interactions you’ve had with him.

“Not to my knowledge,” he said, looking away thoughtfully. “My father never afforded us such luxuries.” 

You frowned. “What about toys like Pokemon? Oh! Or Yu-Gi-Oh cards?”

“Yu-Gi-Oh cards?” repeated Todoroki slowly, as if he was unsure what you were talking about.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You never played--? Oh, never mind. How about family games like Twister or Just Dance?” 

As far as you were aware, Todoroki Shouto came from a rather affluent family. So it was a wonder why he never participated in at least one of these experiences that characterized a whole generation’s childhood.

Again, he shook his head. “Never did those either. I wasn’t exactly allowed to play with my siblings, let alone other kids my age. My father always made me prioritize my training.” 

“That’s not right of him.”

You winced. Of course he never had the opportunity to have a “normal” childhood. How could you be so insensitive? It was no secret Endeavor had a troubled relationship with his family, but you weren’t exactly sure to what extent. You didn’t focus much on the whimsical world of heroes and, ever since you were a child, you know you wanted to pursue the field of research rather than use your quirk. The lives of heroes--even top ranking ones--was something you never paid much attention to. Still, even you have heard some gossip about the estranged Endeavor. 

“Sorry for pressing you,” you said, toying with the hem of your shirt. “I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”

He gave you a nonchalant shrug and a small smile to let you know it was okay.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/L/N. You didn’t mean to,” he comforted. “Besides, it’s been a long time. It would be useless to hold a grudge against my father for this long.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Forgiveness, huh? That’s very mature of you, Todoroki. I think I admire you.”

His shoulders moved upward in silent laughter. “Thank you. I admire you, too.” 

Ignoring the faint heat you felt in your cheeks, you beamed. “Thanks. Anyway-- You know what I just realized?”

“What?”

“You did not have a childhood.”

While his face remained passive, you could have sworn you saw his eye crinkle in amusement.

“I suppose I can’t argue with that,” he said in agreement. “My youth was spent quite differently than most.”

You nodded profusely. “Right. And while I don’t think there is anything inherently wrong with that, per se, it could be beneficial to do these things you haven’t had the chance to!”

He examined you curiously as you bounced up from your seat on the sofa with an excited grin. After a few moments of silence, he craned his neck, prompting you for clarification.

“You’re bored on lockdown, I’m bored on lockdown,” you stated matter-of-factly. “What better time to reclaim your childhood than now?”

Todoroki didn’t bother to hide the small smile making its way across his face at your determined words. “Okay, then. Count me in.”

- - - - -

When you decided you wanted to help your new friend Todoroki reclaim his childhood, you expected your days to be full of cute Beanie Babies and Webkinz, as well as the presumed amounts of chaos that followed edible bubbles and candy kits. And while the first few days of the week consisted of that, the tone changed rather drastically when a certain game was introduced. Of all things, what you expected least was to be practically panting on top of Shouto as you braced your muscles and tried not to collapse onto him.

“Left hand, blue,” he called after flicking the spinner. 

How he managed to turn the spinner with one hand and keep his body balanced with the other on a Twister mat without toppling over was a mystery to you.

Stupid heroes with their stupid, bulging muscles, you thought crossly as you relived your many previous losses. You tried to ignore the bead of sweat dripping down your face as you struggled to stay up. 

Somehow, you turned your head just enough that you had the perfect view of Todoroki’s flexed triceps as he held himself in a modified pushup position of sorts. There was a look of concentration on his face and, while you found his furrowed brows to be rather cute, you still couldn’t help but focus your attention on his arms. He had a lean type of muscle that you thought would feel especially comfortable wrapped around your waist-- 

“Y/L/N, do you forfeit?” 

You blinked, feeling lightheaded both from this game which you lacked the stamina for and from the lack of oxygen that travelled to your brain as you held your breath while staring at Todoroki. 

Once your mind processed his words, you huffed. “Forfeit! Me? Never! Why would you think that?”

“Because I called ‘left hand, blue,’ minutes ago and you still haven’t moved.” 

Blood rushed to your face and you were thankful you had the exertion to blame it on. It wasn’t your fault Todoroki’s arms were so toned and strong and...distracting.

“No,” you said, unsure if there was even a question asked for you to reply to. “I don’t quit!”

Your eyes scanned the mat feverishly, looking for a blue circle to place your left hand on that would cause the least amount of strain. Shouto had already won the first two rounds and you’d be damned if you were to let him win again. (As much as you loved witnessing him succeed, your pride would simply be too hurt if you lost a third time in a row.) 

“Find a spot yet?” he asked in amusement. “I’m not sure how much longer my arms can hold.”

Of course, just the mention of his arms drew your attention from finding the optimal Twister position to staring stupidly at his triceps again.

As you attempted to tear your gaze away from him, you spotted hints of a smirk lingering on Todoroki’s face.

Did he notice your staring? There was no way… 

You looked at him, wide-eyed and dubious, and almost choked when you saw his shoulders start to shake as he tried to hide his laughter.

His laugh was muffled by his shirt in an attempt to keep his volume down, but it still rang rich and deep in the air. It was the first time you heard him laugh like that and you wanted to do anything to hear it again. 

With a shake of his head, he removed his hands from their spot on the Twister board and sat upright beside you.

“I concede,” he said when he saw you eyeing him with curiosity. “You win this round. My arms were getting too sore.”

After hearing the sweet sound of Todoroki saying, “You win,” you let yourself collapse on the floor, rolling onto your back to get a clear view of your cream-colored ceiling.

“For some reason, I sincerely doubt that your arms were getting sore,” you said, stretching your own--genuinely sore--arms out in front of you. “But seeing as I was about to fall flat on my face if I waited any longer… Thank you for conceding.” 

“Doubt I’d be sore?” he repeated, craning his neck to peer down at your face. He placed his left hand on his right bicep and gently massaged it with his thumb and forefinger. “What for?” 

By then, whatever rational thought was left in your brain had been fully replaced by Shouto’s arms and Shouto’s arms only, and you couldn’t even complain. 

“Mmm, what did you say again?” You blinked, clearing your throat. You suddenly had the desire to chug a cool glass of water.

Todoroki’s only reply was another small--almost imperceptible--smirk. It would have been easy for someone to miss, but to you, someone who was perhaps being more attentive to their roommate and newfound friend than they’d care to admit, it was clear as day.  

“You’re totally messing with me!” you groaned, covering your face with your hands as you continued to lie with your back on the floor. “Aren’t you?”

He let out a breathy laugh and shrugged, the corners of his lips quirking upwards. “Sorry. It’s just cute seeing your reactions. I didn’t know you liked my arms so much.”

You could’ve sworn he flexed once more for dramatic effect and an indignant squeak escaped your mouth.

“I-I don’t!” you protested, making sure to look anywhere but his arms. “I just never noticed how...proportionate they were before! Just thinking about how da Vinci would admire them. For scientific purposes, of course.”

“Sure.” 

You gaped at the knowing look on his face. “How did you even notice? Aren’t you a bit of the oblivious type?” With wide eyes, you slapped your hand over your mouth. “Wait-- I’m sorry. That was rude to say.”

Todoroki waved it off with a smile to show he wasn’t offended in the slightest. “I guess I was rather oblivious in the beginning of high school. But as I grew up I became more accustomed to picking up on such things.” 

You hummed in silent contemplation. Of course he had to have grown used to people making moon eyes over him. He probably got it all the time.

“I usually pay it no mind,” he continued as he stood up, peering down at you sprawled out on the floor. “But when you do it, I find it sort of cute.” 

As if he didn’t just say something that caused your heart to skip a beat, Todoroki extended a hand out to help you up.

Ignoring the heat rushing to your cheeks, you gently placed your hand in his.

“Thanks,” you murmured as Shouto pulled you off the mat and towards his body, a feeling of lightheadedness overcoming you at the sudden motion.

One hand held yours while his other was placed firmly above your elbow to help you steady yourself.

“You okay, Y/L/N?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he watched you regain your balance.

“Oh, yeah! No worries. This happens all the time, to be honest,” you admitted, vaguely taking note of how your chest was almost fully pressed against his. “Whenever I move my head too fast I get a bit dizzy. And whenever I stand too fast my knees sort of just crack.” 

Your words did nothing to soothe the worried furrow between his brows.

“Is...Is that not normal?” 

He blinked.

You grimaced. “Okay. Guess not. Maybe I need to work out more.” 

“You can work out indoors with me,” Todoroki suggested with a small smile. He looked so sincere you were just about to agree until he opened his mouth for a second time-- “As long as you don’t spend the whole workout gawking at my arms.”

With an indignant cry, you pulled yourself away from his loose grip, face burning with such intensity you wouldn’t be surprised if he were able to sense the rise in temperature. “I never gawked at your arms.” 

He hummed. 

“Well, okay, maybe I did,” you relented with a huff, bending down to fold up the game mat in front of you. “They look very strong. Being a hero must be hard work.”

Todoroki shrugged, helping you clean up. “It’s worth the toll it takes. I can imagine your research requires hard work too.” 

You tried to hide the look of surprise on your face. You briefly talked to him about what you did during the roommate-finding process, but you didn’t think it was anything interesting enough for him to recall. It brought an odd warmth to your stomach knowing he cared enough to remember. 

“I guess. But I’d say it’s nowhere near as difficult as hero work,” you brushed off. “Not everyone has what it takes to be a good hero.”

A faint blush colored his cheeks as he followed you into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“There are lots of great heroes,” he stated, filling up two cups and handing one to you. 

“Yeah, there are. And greatness is one thing, but you’re a good one-- In the heart.” Your gaze flitted to his, unsure why you were filled with the sudden urge to have such an intimate conversation after a game of Twister. Still, you rolled with it. “I know we haven’t talked much prior to this lockdown...but even I can tell how caring you are. And I’m looking forward to getting to know you more.” 

A comfortable silence filled the air as he took a seat beside you. If Shouto was taken aback by your sudden compliment, he did a good job at hiding it, simply giving you a small smile as he let his shoulder rest against yours. You glanced over at the point of contact and bubbled with elation. 

“Todoroki?” you called quietly, the edge of your pinky brushing against his. 

He looked down at the gentle touch of your hand and didn’t move away. Instead, he took the initiative and placed his fingers on top of yours, his hand surprisingly soft despite the calluses on his fingertips. The back of your neck heated at the sudden movement, but you decided you rather liked how his hands felt on yours. 

“Hmm?” 

“Thanks for letting me drag you along to play these childhood games,” you said, letting out a sigh of contentment. “It’s a nice change of pace while we’re stuck indoors.”

Shouto shook his head. “I should be the one thanking you. These are much better childhood memories than the ones from my actual childhood,” he admitted with a light laugh. “I’m glad we had the opportunity to spend more time together, Y/L/N.”

By now your fingers were intertwined with his, his thumb lightly stroking the peak of your knuckle.

He continued, “I hope this continues even when quarantine is over.” 

“I hope it does, too.” You couldn’t stop the grin from spreading wide across your face as you nuzzled your head on his shoulder. “Let’s keep making memories together, okay, Todoroki?”

“Happily.” 

[obsessivelyloved]

more SB Pat and Paul please i beg of you

beg no more because here they are! Thank you for the request <3 I've heard Moon talk in the game while the lights are on so I like to think that Red can still talk to the others when he wants to. I'm leading up to so much Lore on what happened to Pat and Paul.

Also! I've decided to keep Vannessa and Vanny in this au, instead of replacing them. It's easier this way. Under a read more since this is longish.

Part one | Part two

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Being back in the daycare again was a dream come true. Especially since Paul thought he’d never leave that room down below. He really liked being able to move again, to bounce around with Tord. Most of all, he enjoyed getting to watch a kid again. Even if this one didn’t seem to like him very much.

It was fine. Paul knows he doesn’t look his greatest and admits that both he and Pat scared them pretty badly, so he won’t take it to heart. Yet. All bets are off if the kid still doesn’t like him after he gets patched up.

“I’m surprised they haven’t gotten bored sitting up there,” Pat says. “They’ve been in that same spot for over an hour.”

Tord frowns. “I think Red scared them,” he admits. “After I first met them and the lights went out, they were crying.”

Paul doesn’t like the look on his friend's face. Tord looks so upset and he hates it. He wraps an arm around Tord.

“Hey, don’t take it to heart. You know Red has his quirks, and with only having a single child to focus on, he probably just went a little overboard. Plus it was, what, close to one am?”

“Mm-hm,” Tord hums as he lays his head onto Paul’s shoulder.

“He was probably incredibly stressed at it being so late and having a child run around. I’m sure he didn’t mean to scare them.”

“I know, but I don’t like it when he makes kids cry. I hate how they look at me when the lights come on, crying and refusing to be near me.”

Now it’s Paul’s turn to frown. He turns his head to look down at Tord.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh! Right, you guys have been gone for quite a while. Well um.” Tord pulls away from Paul. He plops himself down on the floor next to Pat. “After you guys um, left… I was having a hard time keeping track of all the kids myself. Toddlers would book it out the daycare doors while I focused on the older kids. Older kids left or hurt each other when I focussed on toddlers. So management made adjustments to both of our systems.”

Paul joins his two friends on the floor. Sharing a look with Pat, he gestures for Tord to go on.

“Red became meaner. Harsher. Word wise, at least. He’s never hurt a child. But now he’s less likely to allow a child to play quietly during naptime or let kids stretch their legs for a moment. So sometimes when the lights come on, he’s scared kids bad enough that they’re afraid of being punished.

“And as for me, well. I get to have a security guard watch me all day!” Tord gives jazz hands and gestures towards the desk next to the big doors. “And I’m not allowed to play so many games anymore. It’s mostly arts and crafts or movie time in the child’s theater.”

“I’m sorry,” Pat says softly.

“Don’t be!” Tord laughs. “It’s not either of your faults that I couldn’t hold things together. Red and I were never made to work alone like this.”

“I’m not that mean,” Red rasps. “But he’s right. Keeping kids on their mats is so much harder without you two.”

Tord lightly smacks his throat. “Yes you are! And go back to sleep, you got to move around so much more than me last night. It’s my turn.”

A message appears on their shared server and Paul can’t help but chuckle.

📩Red: I explore outside the daycare for the two of us and this is the thanks I get. Banishment until nightfall.

📩Tord: You wouldn’t have had to leave the daycare if you didn’t scare the kid so bad! That’s on you >:(

📩Paul: When are we going to feed said kid

📩Pat: Oh no that’s right, do either of you know when the kid last ate?

Silence fills the room. Tord scrambles to his feet, rushing to the top of the play structure and scooping the kid out through the opening.

“Put me down!” the kid shrieks.

Tord’s back on the ground with a few moments, still holding the kid. “Lunch time!” he announces. He plops the kid down at a table and bounces to pick up Pat. He sets Pat down in the chair next to the kid.

Paul sits across from them, giving the kid a smile when they stare at him.

“What do you feel like eating, sunshine?”

The kid doesn’t answer. They knock over their chair in an attempt to bolt but Tord’s too fast for them.

“No no no! We can play after lunch. How about I get you some pizza? What kind do you like?”

Hesitantly, the kid gives Tord their answer. He pats their head and darts off. The kid looks like they’d rather be anywhere than here.

“Were you having fun in the play structure?” Pat asks them. “You were in there for a long time.”

Nothing.

“C’mon kid, throw us a bone here. We’ve been sleeping for over a year. We’re dying for some conversation.” Paul rests his elbows on the table, face resting on his hands, and he leans closer to them.

It seems to work since the kid opens their mouth and starts to ramble. Well, not about things that Paul wants to hear but it’s better than nothing.

“I can’t stay here! I need to leave. This place is too open, she’s going to find me!”

Paul shares another look with Pat.

“Who’s going to find you?”

“The security guard. She’s out to get me and I don’t know why. She even programmed the others to hurt me.”

If Paul had blood, he was sure it would freeze.

“What do you mean, kiddo? I’m sure the others were probably just trying to help her look for you.”

They shake their head.

“No, she screamed at Matt for not breaking my arm. And um, she seems to be working with that crazy rabbit lady with a knife.”

Alarm bells rang in Paul’s head. Bad security guard and knife lady. This was very bad. Before he could prod the kid for more information, Tord returned with a plate of pizza and a plate with fruit and veggies.

Paul would bring it up with him later then. Until then, he’d keep an eye out for any movement that wasn’t caused by any of them. He’d be a scrap of metal before he ever let someone harm a kid.

[forrests-waterfall]

Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

—————

This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

[dreamteamspace]

We hit 400 so here’s a- ✨ DREAM APPRECIATION ESSAY ✨

(by Yours Truly. Much thanks to the one, innocent anon who just wanted to ask a small talk question but hit my serotonin-providing hyperfixation.)

1. Self-esteem

I love the way he’s confident in his abilities when it’s become such a “trend” to either be completely and utterly self-depricating about your own skills out of fear of being labelled an asshole or overconfident nowadays.

At the same time you can still tell he doesn’t want to pull anyone down ever, and will always be really careful with that and take every oppertunity to lift up the people around him. Dream has a very emotional voice that gives him away a lot, so you can really tell he genuinely admires the people around him and he’s never afraid to say that they could totally easily beat him in something if he doesn’t have practice with it.

He tends to be a bit too hard on himself, so his friends always encourage him in his abilities, and that’s just. So nice. He celebrates his victories! He gets so so excited and happy when he wins in the manhunts, and I think celebrating your hard-earned victories isn’t something that should be villanized.

He won, and we should KNOW by now that doesn’t mean he thinks he’s somehow better than everyone. He has a pretty good eye on his abilities, and that allows him to really use them to the max.

2. Morality

He isn’t afraid to change the game! His adhd picks out a Cool New Thing and he just goes, You know what? Why not! His adhd goes “do this thing repeatedly another 3847 times” and he’s like, yeah sure!

Nobody expected him to release a song, but he just went for it! He’s been speedrunning so much, but he isn’t afraid to stream it every day 5 days in a row for hours while his friends bicker in the background.

Dream genuinely does the things he finds fun, but at the same time puts in so much effort to make them good and entertaining to watch and never forgets about his viewers.

He’s kidfriendly because he wants to be! Fame-wise, at this point he could definitly swear more if he wanted to (and he does when in other people’s content who don’t care about swearing), but despite that he doesn’t swear on his main because he wants his content to be accessable for everyone.

Sure, on one hand it could be for clout/money, but consider: Dream doesn’t stream the DSMP because he doesn’t want to take attention away from other people. He participates in the videos of his friends. He lets compilation channels and the like do whatever they want and even monetize his content. He lets his friends stream Road Trip on twitch as much as they want for free.

Dream doesn’t not swear just for his fanbase, but he does it because he has so so much respect for people. No matter how high he goes, he’s always consciously focused on respecting and admiring the people around him.

He has genuine respect for creators so much smaller than him, and he has respect for people in his fanbase that are younger than him. He isn’t afraid to go against the norm and STAND for that, either (see the video where he defends his stans).

And he defends his friends so much too! So much so it could almost be a little bit of a flaw sometimes, but I feel like he truly wants to learn from his mistakes. He apologizes for things even when nobody asked him to, and that just shows that he does it out of genuine guilt and fear of hurting someone.

He’s always seemed like someone who is genuinely willing to change to be a better version of himself, who isn’t afraid to challenge what he thinks and what other people think and what the norm thinks in order to improve everything for everyone.

Dream also doesn’t let any of the fame get to his head! As I said before - he’s confident in the things he’s good at, but in a way that doesn’t pull other people down, and he still remains firmly admirable of other people.

And even when OTHER people let fame get to their head (it was a while ago, but there was a video he made about five block jumps, where he added in a clip of a video of another guy doing it complete with credit and link etc. The guy was 100% alright with it at first, but when his video started getting more views because Dream’s video blew up, he started accusing Dream of “stealing” his content (when dozens of other videos of the 5 block jump already existed, and Dream could’ve just put in a clip of himself doing the jump)),,, but he insisted in his reponse that fame gets to people’s heads sometimes, nobody should blame anybody, he genuinely was never upset at him and just said that this just... happens sometimes.

He’s a very forgiving person all around, in part due to being willing to challenge his own norms and give people the benefit of the doubt JUST in case he’s wrong. He lets people enjoy things so long as they aren’t hurting anybody, like allowing people to ship him w people who are also alright with shipping, but at the same time taking a hard stance on, say, how shipping minors is absolutely wrong and should not be done ever (and he’s right).

3. Fandom

He appreciates said fanart and fanworks as well! He thinks dnf fanart is cool and he even appreciates the fanfic part of his fandom, something many ccs wish to ignore or forget it exists altogether (and it IS ofc in their right to do so or be uncomfortable with such content!), but Dream sees the work put into it and how people find connections and friendships through the fandom and appreciates it all the same.

He loves his fandom. So much. But not in the overdone, fake-feeling way I’ve seen other ccs be,,,, he’s just. Quiet and shy and genuine about it but not afraid to defend it.

He’s said before - and I QUOTE - “If you send hate to people or have sent hate to people, in the form of hateful comments or DMs, you aren’t welcome in my fandom. You’re no fan of mine”, which is the HOTTEST take he’s ever uttered and I love that. He really just went and said that. And he’s right. I like that despite how he’s usually more held back and waits things out before taking a stance, he chose this topic to really take a hard stance on and not budge and stick to it.

Pmbata has also said that he believes his fans have his back no matter what!! And that he really loves them a lot!!! And I am!! Emotional!!!!

4. ND/Adhd

He has adhd which is something I relate to personally (I have it as well sdlkfj). He gets excited sometimes!! I love how he shows being fidgety in mc, always pacing and parcouring around,, the way that in manhunts you can SEE when he’s thinking or bouncing back and forth between two options,,, or the way he gets close to people in mc to laugh with them.... He shows so much with his movements by them being quick and daring and calculated (and it’s especially hilarious to watch other people react to it in the video “mc but three people control one player”, where he’s the one moving and Sapnap and George will gasp or go “Dream!!” in surprise when Dream was THIS close to falling off a ledge, but he just laughs sdlkfjsdf).

When he’s not moving around he stands perfectly, perfectly still (which, idk if thats what all adhd ppl have, but I know I have something similar? Like when I’m nervous I’ll sometimes just. Freeze in place. No movement at all). He’s just relatable sdkjf.

There was one Manhunt extra scenes where he,,,,, stims by clapping,,,,,, the lil excited clap in the background,,, I’m gonna cry. I’m so soft for excited Dream that one is such a comfort clip for me!

He also tends to stim by getting under trap doors and then jumping back out of them, or jumping up a block and then walking back down over and over (especially noticable in The Village Went Mad tftsmp episode, where they were all discussing who the murderer could be and he was the only one moving, hopping up the log and then running back down again).

Also it is. Really Soft when he starts rambling and overexplaining something. What’s even better is that George, who is usually present at such moments, will laugh a little at his antics, and Dream will automatically laugh with him.

5. Rp/Uplifting other ccs

Dream wasn’t all THAT into the rp at first, but his server has been so strongly supporting and giving attention to smaller creators that he’s since completely rolled along with it. Being a villain in the RP is a difficult role because you will, inevitable, as much as it is just roleplay and all scripted, always get some amount of dislike from people for it.

Despite that, he’s basicly the main big villain on his own server where he let a bunch of theater kids beat him up in character and imprison him on his OWN SERVER. He wasn’t as into the rp at first, but has obviously been practicing and joins every Tales of the SMP when he can, despite getting zero clout for it.

What Dream also tends to do is find small content creators, see their talent and lift them high. His entire discord server is dedicated to give smaller ccs a place to grow, and when he first found Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, etc., they were much much smaller than they are now. He truly wanted to help them make it big.

He’s also added Foolish Shark and Hannah onto the SMP, both much smaller ccs (not tiny, but you get what I mean), allowing them to grow. He doesn’t stream on his OWN SERVER. He let himself get imprisoned to let the good guys win on his OWN. SERVER. He’s willing to play the villain and everything.

An interesting thing though! A lot of people used to/still do clown on Dream a bit for his sometimes uncertain acting,,, but when he’s around people he knows well (Sapnap and George, Tubbo and Tommy) we’ve seen him go ALL OUT. I have the theory Dream might be genuinely afraid to accidentally be mean to someone in character and have them misinterpret it sldkfjsdf,,, so he’s rly careful when he goes into the rp, and sometimes even when he’s in it he goes quiet, especially with other people around.

But also the fact that he needs time to feel comfortable around ppl is,, a mood,,, and adorable,,, sdlfkjsdf-

Apparently he’s also shared his youtube algorithm secrets with Tommy?? Which he had only shared with Sapnap and George before?? Dream took one look at that chaotic kid and immedietly adopted him as his little brother. He literally got up super early to rp the prison visit. Idk about ya’ll but I would die for someone first and get up horribly early for them second-

6. Friends!!

Dream?? Considers so so many people his friends?? And despite having so many friends, he also has his few closest friends (George and Sapnap) whom he would absolutely die for in a heartbeat. He WILL defend them with everything he has and loves them so so much.

He listens to them and really, truly wants them to succeed. He respects them so much and will go OFF about how good they actually are and how talented they are and how important they are to him.

I can’t even COVER everything about how much he is SOULMATES with Gorg. They live in each others heads rent-free. He mentions him all the time. They get!! So happy when they’re around each other!!! Their voices get so soft,,

And I can’t even BEGIN to explain the energy of Sapnap and Dream just moving together permanently. Imagine moving together with your best friend. Like, permanently. Into one house. They’re best friends Your Honor,,,,

Also,, remember the Techno and Dream rivalry? And Dream has recently said that he’s hesitant to make a serious manhunt against Techno because he doesn’t want there to be any feud between them or have them be compared to each other. He said that while he absolutely wanted nothing more than to beat Techno at first, now that he knows him better he just wants to be friends with him. He wants to be FRIENDS. With his, essentially, mc RIVAL. Friendly rival, but still. He doesn’t even wanna fight Techno or have ppl compare them cause he,,, wants to be friends with him,,,,

7. Vulnerability

What I feel like really sets Dream apart from some other ccs for me is that he’s willing to be vulnerable. He will tell George he loves him. He defends his friends. He sounds so, so genuine when he tells his fandom that he loves them.

What’s just really rare to see, especially in male ccs, is that vulnerability. It’s becoming more acceptable as time goes on, but it’s certainly not easy, and a lot of people become and stay long-term fans BECAUSE they can see how genuine he is.

I know Dream looks up to Mr. Beast a lot, for example, but honestly? I think he’s a little better than Mr. Beast. Because he feels more genuine, more bound to what he believes is right. I’m sure Mr. Beast isn’t a bad content creator! But ultimately they have different target audiences and I’m very glad Dream is the way he is.

Less of that insecure masculinity and more willing to be vulnerable, to care about things, to get emotional and to encourage and uplift the people around him.

8. Pure Brainrot

Green boi has nice deep calm soothing voice. Little shy laugh. Wheeze laugh. Gorg live in his head rent-free. He lov friends. He lov block game. He good at block game,,, a little shy but confident,,, big heart,,,, soft voice,,,,, rambles sometimes....

He also Gender. He’s so gender. I don’t know how else to describe it. I want That. Whatever That is. My gender is Dreamwastaken

[oathofpromises]

my url maybe? cutely gives u a huggie

My Opinion on URL: @destallo 

Character in general: I will first off saying that I know your take a different appraoch to your Leon but I love direction you’ve taken his character in and made it your own. At the same time you still embody who he is as a character and really show all sides to him. You have so much detail into his life before the games and that’s super incredible to me. We know Leon has been through so much throughout the series. Losing people to being used and that will take such a toll on someone. You really bring this character to life and I hear that everytime you write anything with him. 

How they play them: I love your Leon, he has had so much happen in his life that really has effected him. You explain his emotions so well and fact that he still does care about people but feels for their own safety they need to keep their distance. It’s realistic for a person to do that when dealing with so much trauma and Leon has had so much happen to him that at some point he does kind of try and to distance himself from people. Partly because he doesn’t want to lose anyone else and other part is he is tired. This man has had so much tossed at him and some of it wasn’t even his problem to begin with. 

The Mun: You are like so sweet and fun to hang out with. I’m the person who tends be a bit shy at first when meeting new people but we clicked right away and can vibe on discord for hours in the voice chat. I hardly ever have that experience with many people and like I love that we can bounce ideas off each other and just have a fun time outside writing. I love how detailed you are about leon and the amount of things you think about related to his character. You really tell your Leon story so well and it makes me happy see you on the dash. You also were so kind to be first person to commission me on my edits too. I never had anyone that wanted to pay me for my time to work on graphics, and it was a huge boost in helping me gain confidence to put my work out there. I hope you know how loved you are by me and rest of the server. You are such a hard worker and passionate about the things you love. 

Do I:

Rp with them: Yes, I know we have a few threads going on right now with Jill, Rose, Ada and Helena and I love that. Some days I only have motivation for certain muse, so it’s nice switch back between the three. I also love the dynamics we have with each of these characters, like the Rose and Uncle Leon thread is so sweet because she honestly hasn’t had anyone in her life treat her normal. So, to have a person tell her it’s okay be different and still be a normal girl means the world to her. I know I need reply to these threads and I appreicate how patient you are in waiting for me to get to everything. I also just love seeing your threads with other people too. I can see how happpy those make you and as a friend of yours I am glad to see you being able write your leon with so many people. 

Want to Rp with them: I always want to write with you, so if there’s ever anything you really want to try in a thread like any themes you are always welcome approach me about them. I just love seeing how your Leon is going to respond to certain things especially when we have Ada and him starting off as enemies and eventually into friends. It lets us explore that side of the characters we might not normally get to. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I adore you to pieces, your so talented and are such a sweet person. You take time to hang out with people even when you’ve been working hard all day and listen to everyone else gush about their characters too. I can’t say enough how much I love the thought and details put into your Leon, because they are amazing. You take into consideration all aspects of his life and where he is now. I also just love hanging out with you when we can because I just smile seeing your work on the dash and talking to you. I want you to know that I will always listen to you ramble about your muse or anything. You are incredible person that has so much to give and anyone that can’t see that it’s their loss. Never forget that we love you and always will. 

I also just want you to know that you have right take your time on here with stuff because your work is worth the wait. The ones that truly care and are patient will wait beause you matter first. 

[souluble]

✿ Scenarios ✿

Inumaki Toge / Nobara Kugisaki / Junpei Yoshino / Itadori Yuji

✿ Playing videogames with them

Inumaki Toge

✿ Ok he’s a canon troll and most definitely throws the first round then absolutely carries the second round to get play of the game which annoys his teammates to no end.

✿ His notficiations are overflowing with friend requests and he never declines them he just lets them pile up.

✿ Inumaki has a hacker client downloaded and when you finally found out he offered to send you the link.

✿ If his team makes him play healer the only people he’s going to heal is you and the new player who doesn’t understand the difference between left click and right click.

✿ When you play with him he likes to be on opposite teams so he can cross team, he always ends up killing you though.

✿ Leaning over Inumakis shoulder you watched as his fingers effortlessly glided across the keyboard as he commanded his teammates to rush the enemy line. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he clicked away at his mouse before letting out a frustrated groan when his screen turned a vivid red signifying his defeat.

Maneuvering around his chair you placed yourself on his lap and pulled the keyboard closer to your reach “Can I try? It’s a shooter game right?” titling your head back you peered up at his flushed face.

Resting his chin on your head Inumaki placed his hands over yours to maneuver your fingers over the proper keys “Salmon”

With an excited glint in his eyes he watched as you jokingly made your character run into walls and shoot your teammates by mistake to agitate them.

Whenever someone would ridicule your skill in the chat Inumaki was quick to start typing up a spiteful message that would get the two of you banned from the lobby.

His account ended up getting suspended for 24 hours that afternoon but he assured you that he didn’t mind.

Nobara Kugisaki

✿ She isn’t fond of keyboards because mouse spamming makes her finger cramp up, she plays with a controller connected to her console.

✿ Do not play with her If your sensitive, she rages a lot especially when someone throws and isn’t afraid to call to them out.

✿ Definitely uses the voice chat and makes herself leader and no one really argues because her win rate is so high.

✿ If you play with her she’s going to be tailing you non-stop to make sure you don’t die and make you double kill with her to get team points.

✿ If there someone being toxic in the voice chat she’s going to be coming for their throat, make sure to back her up but don’t let her get carried away she already has two strikes on her account.

✿ Only accepts friends requests from people who are the same rank as her or a rank higher, she says the higher ranks are cocky.

✿ The sound of the controllers joystick being pushed around bounced off the walls as a string of curses left her lips “I always get the worst competitive teams”

Nobara let out a loud dramatic exhale as she swiveled around in her chair to face you with puppy eyes “play with me please!! Just one match so my ranking can go up” jutting her bottom lip out she reached out to you.

“Just one match! We have an early mission tomorrow”

“I promise just one match!! It’ll be short and then we can go shopping!”

What was originally supposed to be a quick game turned into multiple as Nobara had formed a party over the last couple of rounds “Y/N go left and flank from behind”

Following her orders you made your character crouch behind the in game objects before going for the kill. The score was tied 4 - 4 and whoever got the last point would win. Nobaras party was on a winning streak and she refused to loose even if she had already ranked up.

“Take point!! Touch point!” Nobaras yelling came to a stop as the screen went black and the words ‘defeat’ flashed across her screen, with a frustrated huff she muted her mic before heading over to you with a defeated look on her face.

“Can we at least still go shopping?”

Junpei Yoshino

✿ He’s surprisingly a really good sniper and only plays DPS, If you make him play anything else he will leave the lobby.

✿ Junpei plays on those public school servers and purposely only targets his classmates, he finds great joy in making them rage quit.

✿ He has never sent out a friend request and refuses to, you had to send him the request if you wanted to be in game friends.

✿ If someone’s targeting you he’s going to spawn camp them even if it means throwing for his team.

✿ Doesn’t use chat, he has it muted to ignore all the trash talk but if he likes his team he’ll drop a ‘GG’ in the chat after a win.

✿ Probably has a hacker client installed too, but he actually paid for it and uses it frequently, his account shockingly has never gotten banned.

✿ Junpei sat crossed legged on the floor as his fingers skimmed over the controller buttons while you sat on his neatly made bed with your controller tossed to the side. His head rested comfortably on your thighs as you brushed his bangs to the side so he could the screen.

Your character had died at the beginning of the match and Junpei was hellbent on killing the person who killed you “Upper left” you watched as he aimed the crosshair with precision before pressing the trigger on the controller.

With a gasp at the accurate headshot you clapsed your hands together “You got them Ino!” a small smile appeared on his face as he looked up at you shyly.

“It wasn’t really anything that special”

“Yes it was! You were all the way on the other side of the map and the shot still hit!”

Facing back towards the screen you watch as Junpei got play of the game once more, if it weren’t for his mute chat you could already see the complaints from the enemy team.

Titling his head back you bent over to press a kiss to Junpei’s forehead “let’s play another match?”

With red ears he looked away from you with a teasing smile “As long as you don’t die first again”

Itadori Yuji

✿ Itadori is that one person who makes small talk in the waiting lobby then asks if everyone wants to stay as a team yet leaves as soon as they start loosing.

✿ Only joins games where everyone’s in voice chat because he doesn’t like the awkward silence when no ones talking.

✿ His aim is so bad and he genuinely doesn’t know why, absolutely despises snipers especially when he doesn’t see them until after he dies.

✿ He’s so cute if he sees you online he’s going to be sending you party invites and asking you to join his games.

✿ Prefers to be on opposite teams with you so that he can kill you before anyone else does, his teamates pity you because your always dying first.

✿ You leaned back in your chair and let out a scream at the sudden death of your character “YUJI” a nervous chuckel erupted form your boyfriends throat as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry Y/N but I just don’t want anyone else killing you”

Silence filled the room as you stared at him with a blank look on your face, whenever you play videgames with Yuji he always refuses to be on the same team as you. His reason being that he isn’t good enough at the game to protect you and if your on opposite teams he’s able to kill you first so one else can.

“You actually DONT have to kill me everytime!”

“But then someone else will kill you!” rushing up from his seat Itadori threw himself at you as he burried his head into your stomach and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that playing with him was not a fun experience when he was always so excited to see your gamer tag pop up on his screen.

Glancing towards his screen you watched as his character got taken out “fine fine let’s play another game, I’ll just avoid you this round”

Shaking his head in a ‘no’ manner Itadori let out a loud whine at your statement “No Y/N! You’ll die if you run away from me”

“I’m going to die either way!”