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ladyddanger · 2 years

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Rivals before hoes: a tnt gets married crack fic.

(This is just a joke not my serious take on the characters thank u :)

Also this is crack crack. Like I wrote this on 3 hours of sleep crack. Tw for slut shaming, lots of cursing, drunkenness, suggestive themes, making out and light c!dnf. Also! This party is adults only so none of the teenagers like c!tommy are here. Enjoy

The dinner party for the grand opening of the casino was going great until Wilbur started flirting with Quackity. “Oh my gods we’re not dating.” Wilbur said sitting on Quackity’s lap while he fed him grapes. “We’re just rivals why dose this society have to sexualize everything?” Quackity leaned over rubbing his neck. “Literally I’m so sick of it.” Wilbur kissed his cheeks. “You’re so cute.”

Sapnap stood up having enough. “Hey!” He shouted loudly. “Stay away from my fiancé you ugly zombified bitch.”

“Me and your finance had sex last night.” Wilbur shouted back . The crowd gasped. Quackity dropped to the ground and started faking a heart attack just like Sam had taught him in avoiding responsibility 101.

“I think you mean your fiancé and I.” Technoblade corrected quietly. Wilbur glared at him. “You’re literally an anarchist shut up.” Niki who was an instigator smirked. “Yeah Techno.” The Piglin stared at her. “You’re also an anarchist.” Ignoring him she and Wilbur gave each other a high five. Phil took a sip of his wine and reached for Wilbur’s glass as well. Quackity had stoped fake choking and hurried towards the mic on the large stage in the front of the room. The moment he was out of ear shot Sam sidled over to Sapnap with a nosey look on his face. “Now this just might be me.” He said quietly. “But I would not let someone talk about my fiancé like that.” (Sam was also an instigator)

Sapnap nodded. “You’re so right Sam, I think the only reasonable response is go up there and beat the shit out of Wilbur. I’m sure Quackity will appreciate that violence and it won’t bring up any traumatic memories.” Sam nodded. “Go for it Sapnap!” He cheered. Sapnap raised his hands like a football player and charged for Wilbur. “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Niki cheered, she and Phil had found somewhere else to be a safe distance away where they could still see the drama. (One table away) Technoblade started eating their cake looking unbothered.

“Hey Wilbur come down and fight like a real man!” Sapnap yelled. Wilbur was hiding on top of the table just out of Sapnap’s reach. “I’m perfectly fine being a real man up here.” He yelled back. Quackity had made it to the mic. “Good evening.” He slurred more then a bit drunk. “I just wanted to make it clear that Wilbur and I are getting married. Tonight!”

Sapnap turned. “What?” Wilbur looked just as shocked. “What?” Quackity swayed grabbing the mic. “This is definitely a real thing and not something I just thought of because the loves of my life are happy without me and it’s not fair.” He broke off sobbing for a good minute while everyone stood awkwardly and then continued like nothing had happened. “Wilbur and I are going to get married. And then we’re going to go to my room get on our knees and-.”

Sam rushed forwards and grabbed the mic away. “ -Pray to the prime gods bless us all. Such religious men you love to see it.” Everyone crossed themselves. Sam beamed. “I am so happy about this and I’m so glad Quackity told me in advance because if not I would be very mad. So I’m glad he told me like the great friends he is!” Quackity was sitting down on stage having exhausted himself. “I’m such a good friend.” He agreed.

Techno leaned over to Phil. “I’m an empath so I knew this was gonna happen. There was a lot of dark feminine energy from Quackity and Wilbur. Also i caught them making out. It was really gross. Wilbur gave me fifty bucks not to tell anyone so I bought ice cream for Niki and told her the whole thing.”

Wilbur flushed. “Please shut up.” Sapnap gasped. “You’re a slut Wilbur Soot!” Wilbur glared. “So what? At least I get bitches!” Sapnap lunged on top of the table and started beating him up. “Nooo.” Quackity wailed form the floor. “Two hot men are fighting over me. I hate my life.” Techno stood up and dragged Sapnap off Wilbur like a feral cat. “Please don’t kill my friend’s child or I will be forced to murder you and this is a new cape I don’t want to get blood on. You know how it is.” Sapnap hissed at him. Techno hissed back. Sam walked back to mic ready to do his job and cause more issues now that the drama was over. “Quackity you’re too drunk to get married.” He said into it. Quackity shrugged. “Change the law I’m the gods damned leader of this place.”

“Well you need a blessing-.”

“PHIL!” I want your blessing to marry Wilbur.” Phil glared. “No.” Quackity sighed and grabbed something from his inventory, it was a bell. “WHAT ABOUT NOW?” Techno stoped hissing at Sapnap and dropped him on the ground. “My clout Phil.” The older man looked pained. “But- but my son.”

“What’s more in important to you?

“My clout or your son?”

Phil sighed. “Your clout always.” Everyone clapped. Sam brushed a tear away. “What a sweet moment.” Dream looked confused. “Am I the only one who thinks this is messed up?”

George glared. “You literally weren’t invited Dream. You just showed up in that dumb dress and started throwing yourself at Punz like a whore.” Punz who had been stealing the fried shrimp looked confused. Sam gasped. “Damnnnn. You know if that was me-.” Wilbur and Quackity somehow got up on stage. Quackity turned to Sam. “MARRY US.” He ordered. Sam hurried over. Phil was crying and holding the bell. It was unclear if he was crying over the bell or his sons wedding. Techno was taking pictures of the wedding but they where all selfies.

“Ok.” Sam said. “Are you both in a sound state of mind?” Quackity swayed. “No I’m fucking wasted. I gotta be honest with you.”

“I think I have a concussion. “ Wilbur said sadly. Sam patted his back. “Take it like a man, king. You’re doing great buddy. Clearly you two are mentally stable and sane so Quackity do you take Wilbur to be your one and only side bitch?” Quackity sniffed. “Yes.”

“And Wilbur do you-.” Wilbur cut him off. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, I do because in the end the love you take is equal to love you make and you are my love.” Sam sniffed. “So sweet.” Dream huffed. “He literally googled sexy marriage quotes. I can see his phone in his hands.” Sam spoke loudly over him. “You can now kiss the husband.” Quackity and Wilbur kissed dramatically.

“I HAVE AN OBJECTION.” The crowd gasped. (Everyone was an instigator that this point) Sam blinked. “Well their already married but sure go ahead. I need a new thing to have nightmares about anyway.”

Sapnap stood up. “WILBUR SOOT IS A SLUT. everyone gasped. “I KNOW FOR A FACT HE AND DREAM WEANT ON A DATE TO PIZZA HUT AND WILBUR AND I DID IT IN THE HOLY LANDS. He paused for dramatic effect. TWICE.” Sam gasped. Phil fainted. Dream did the Debby Ryan. Wilbur flushed. “You said that was between us and lady prime you asshole!” Quackity whirled on Dream. “You ruined my life. I hate you so much.” Dream stared at him as Quackity sobbed. “You horrible man. Do you have any idea what you put me through?”

Wilbur turned to the scared man . “Babe I can explain.” (It was unclear which scared man he was talking to) Quackity noticing everyone was staring cried harder. “I WANT A DIVORCE.” He sobbed running off stage and into Eret’s arms. “This is so upsetting I need a big strong king to carry me away.” When Eret didn’t move Quackity nudged her. “That’s you! Hurry you’re ruining my dramatic exit.” Eret nodded. “Of course.” Sweeping their cape dramatically they headed out of the doors with Quackity in their arms. Wilbur sniffed. “The love of my life gone.”

Wilbur sank to the floor and pulled out a cigarette. Sapnap looked down at him. “Gods above you’re pathetic. Wanna make out?” Wilbur looked up at him. “You’re terrible for me and much like my father barely acknowledge my existence. Of course I wanna make out with you.” They started making out. Dream groaned. “Can we talk about Wilbur’s daddy issues please?” George booed him. “Literally nobody here likes you Dream.” Dream huffed. “If you’re that mad about Punz we’re not even dating their just my evil best friend. He enables me.” Punz grinned offering a hand to George. “It’s a full time job trust me. Also I’m trying to seduce that guys ex.” He pointed at Sam. “Wait wha-.”

George beamed cutting Sam off. “Really Dreamy?” Dream grinned. “I’m all yours baby.” And with dnf being cannon peace was restored to sever.

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brett-is-afraid · 1 year

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Ok ok hear me out

With the whole marriage bit being a continued thing I have Some Thoughts™️(aka i am going feral and came up with a whole fic here lmfao)

I also don't know whether I'm meant to censor names in asks so uhh if I am I'm sorry!

So so Tommy, Tubbo and Scott are privately dating. (Wilbur and Ranboo know because they are trusted) Scott suggested the whole "joke marriage" to Tommy and he ran with it because he was kind of sick of hiding it. Anyway, he decides to film it because he needs something to film anyway.

So the day arrived and Tubbo is more upset at the fact it's being filmed. He wanted it to be more hidden but at the same time, it was kind of nice to not have to fully hide it but he knew that their relationship was still hidden to the public.

Tommy continues the bit and Tubbo thinks it's funny so he goes along with being "upset" about it. Basically just so he can cover the actual relationship up more. Tommy is being the least subtle he's ever been.

Phil has no idea what's going on and decides to talk to them about it because this is kind of a strange bit for them to do and keep up with. They tell him that they think it's funny but Phil still thinks something is going on so he talks to Scott who has seemingly gotten closer to them recently.

He, of course, says basically the same thing. It's Tommy and Tubbo. They're high energy and enjoy stupid bits. This isn't really that weird of them. Phil really isn't convinced and knows Wilbur would tell him so he asks Wilbur who says the same thing but is acting strange throughout the whole conversation.

Eventually, Tubbo slips up on stream. He's doing a chatting stream and a few people are asking about the bit and he says something along the lines of "You know that's based on, like, my actual relationship with Tommy, right chat?" So Tommy joins and says that's not true actually. That was a joke. Mhm. They are not dating. Tubbo goes along with Tommy saying that.

Chat is going insane at this point. Are they together? Are they not together? None of them know.

Phil was watching the stream in the background while he worked on stuff. He started paying attention when Tubbo said that, though. After the stream, he asked Tubbo about it.

"It was a joke, Phil. We obviously aren't together."

"Why was Tommy being so defensive about it?"

"..."

"Tubbo."

"Maybe he didn't want people to ship us?"

"... Tubbo. Honestly you are both doing horrible at hiding this if you are together."

"Yeah. Yeah we are."

Tommy and Tubbo then end up moving in together. They continue as normal but neither of them say that they live together publicly. Phil, Wilbur and Ranboo do know.

At some point, Tubbo and Tommy are streaming separately at the same time and Tommy yells loudly as he does and Tubbo's stream hears it. Tubbo acts like he doesn't know what chat is talking about but it definitely doesn't help the dating allegations.

Scott visits them and they all do a stream together on Scott's twitch. It's a "repurposed" throuple game of some sort. Scott tries his best to bite his tongue and not flirt with them, Tubbo is trying to get through the stream without accidentally leaking that they're dating and Tommy is actually flirting.

"Out of your throuple, who is the best at cooking?"

"Well you're a sn- Really good cook, Tubbo."

"I think you've got it wrong. Toby's the snack."

"Thanks Tommy. That just sounds like you're going to eat me alive."

"Maybe I'm going to ;)"

"Alright, next question-"

As they start hinting more and more they get more and more frustrated with the fact that the majority of their fans take their flirting as Straight Guy Friendship Goals™️

Phil and Wilbur keep telling them to make a vlog or something about their relationship because there are people who know and it would be easier that way.

They in fact don't do that. They did film another video similar to the wedding one, though! They went to America for "their honeymoon". They went to a bunch of little date spots with Scott (a picnic, a cafe, a fancy restaurant, etc) and filmed it.

#long post #poppytwt #poppyblr #scott #tommy #toby #asks #anon #rpf #rpf safe #pro rpf #brett speaks

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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hi! i'd like to request a platonic MtF trans y/n with Wilbur, and i'd also like to say i LOVE your posts. :D

Of course! Thank you for the support anon!! I'm so glad you enjoy my content! :D (also, I'm not sure if this is important to say but; I'm transmasc [writing this was so,, whoa yk? Not in a bad way ofc] so I know what trans stuff I'm talking about! Just flipped the other way around lmao) also!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! Kinda neat I got done with this during pride month I think! enjoy!!

Platonic!cc!Wilbur x MtF!reader

Pronouns: she/they

Other information on the reader:

. Variety streamer

. Minor

. Faceless

. Friends with Wilbur (obviously)

Warnings: hate (gets shut down quickly!), Transphobia (they get put in place tho), cussing

Form: headcanons

Summary: you and Wilbur are best friends! Your MtF trans and that can be really tough but it's okay you can get through it and Wilbur is here to help when you need it :)

Genre: platonic, angst (not a lot, just hate and transphobia but it doesn't last long!), Comfort :), fluff (?)

Abbreviations: y/n -> your name, u/n -> username (on twitch, Twitter, and in games!) (No streamer name for this! You're called by your name!)

You: *starts streaming*

LGBTQ+ Community flocking to you: omg hello my new comfort streamer

Okay but can we talk about your chat during the "starting soon!" Screen? It's kinda funny

Your chat on the waiting screen while you finish setting up stuff:

Hello!!!!

Hey lol *louder than everyone else*

Ahaha y/n you're so cool *trips over my enormous piles of money*

Y/N Y/N I WANT YOU TO KNOW I KNOW HOW TO COOK JUST THOUGHT ID LET YOU KNOW :)

I CAN ALSO CLEAN HAHA NOT SAYING THIS FOR ANY PARTICULAR REASON JUST LETTING YOU KNOW <3

Basically they're all just simps, the whole lot of them

At one time your chat was filled with "🎶yes I do the cooking, yes I do the cleaning🎶" over and over

At one point Wilbur was like um hey?? Guys?? That a little weird?? Y/n's a minor and some of y'all r adults.

Chats quick to reassure that they didn't mean in a disrespectful / creepy way and if you ever were uncomfy with it they would stop (most of them anyway, there's always the little bit of really really weird and creepy chat members, but they'd get banned immediately!)

You said that as long as it was 100% a joke, no adults were saying it, and they didn't actually see you as a girlfriend / wife or whatever else that would be romantic then that's fine! :)

Wilbur banned some people from your chat on that stream because adults were getting mad like "if it's a joke who cares if non-minors say it??" "If everyone can't say it then no one should" "I swear minors just hate adults for no reason!" Etc etc, just insulting your boundaries :\ dumb fucks istg bro

It's okay tho bc they're gone now! Now what're they gonna do? Complain on Twitter?? They gonna get their asses handed to them + multiple reports bc that's creepy as hell

Wilbur hypes up your posts all the time!!!!

You post a pic of yourself and he's like yes!!! Guys look at my best friend!!!!!!

Everyone thinks it's really cute :)

At one time?? Some1 tried cancelling him for pedophilia??? Bc he complemented you?????

You, Wilbur, and other users had to explain that compliments don't equal romantic attraction

Like if you can platonically date someone you can sure as hell platonically compliment someone!!

Y'all's dynamic >>>

Because like, it's loving but you're also asses to each other

Like y'all will hype each other up and call each other best friends and stuff

but at the same time, you tease each other, playfully insult each other, etc

and yeah yeah that's normal friend type stuff but look me in the eyes n tell me the whole of the mcyt fandom / fandoms close to mcyt (ex: someone who's friend with one, someone on the dsmp, etc etc) isn't / aren't obsessed with any friend dynamic, you can't (/nm /lh /hj)

by association you're friends with Tommy, Phil, Quackity, and Charlie! :) you record modded Minecraft videos with them sometimes!!

it's a lot of fun!

also when you join vc tommy starts yelling about how you're a woman!! and women are pog!!!! chat look at my friend who is also a women and she's really pog and you should sub to her and donate and just go check her out

it was great to hear :)

also! during pride month, your subtwt is just like

hey guys <3 guess what <3 y/n is trans and really cool so you should sub and follow and donate <33 and if you don't you're transphobic /j

you make sure to address it and say that as long as they add tone indicators to show they're joking and people aren't actually transphobic for not subbing/etc then it's all good! w/o the tone indicators it can cause major anxiety in some and you don't want that to happen

also only trans people are allowed to make the "sub or you're transphobic" joke because a cis person saying that is a little weird yk

but! they can do it with their own thing! like for example, if a pansexual (using this as an example since I'm pan!) that was a fan of yours was super excited for a sub goal you set up or something

then they could post "gift y/n subs or you're anti-pan/panphobic/ you hate pan people/etc /j" because theyre pan so it's not weird ^^

when you get recognized in public it's usually really positive!! :)

also when you're able to, Wilbur is happy to pay for top/bottom surgery if you want it!!

I'm not sure if I said this but Wilbur's really protective of you! you're like his little sister!

if you have a bad day then call him and you can either talk about it just to vent, talk about it while he give suggestions on how to fix what happened, or just him distracting you from it!

the most often form of distracting that he does is talking with you about things you like to get you to talk about them! he'll steer the convo since you're too stressed to do so but he'll steer it in a direction that you like yk?

(actually though! if youre having an anxiety/panic attack or just a stressful day, get a friend to do this!! it's really helpful and a good way to talk about things you probably don't get to talk about much! it's really helpful and relaxing :)! )

never talks about these phone calls unless you talk about them first, also doesn't give any information away that you haven't already said! h knows it's hard to be vulnerable and wants you to feel safe opening up to him :)

and what I mean by "doesn't give any information away that you haven't already said" is that like let's say you had a call with him the night before you streamed and you mentioned it, he would basically repeat what you said but differently, no new information would be available from what he said

example:

you: me and Wilbur were actually on call last night and didn't get off til late! and we started the call after I got home from school!

Wilbur: yeah, it was really late when we got off call, I heard her hold back a yawn or two I swear

stuff like that yk!!

ALSO WHEN YOU, WILBUR, AND TOMMY INTERACT ITS SO :))

cue fans crying over the sibling dynamic, also a lot of people being like "I WISH I HAD A SISTER LIKE Y/N / BROTHER LIKE TOMMY / BROTHER LIKE WIBUR"

yk how Wilbur goes "don't say that I will cry" when tommy says they're like brothers?

add you into the mix and it's like

tommy: we're- we're like brothers, wilbur!

Wilbur: don't say that, I will cry

you: yeah!! we're like a family I think!! :D

Wilbur: y/n- y/n i WILL cry-

also if your parents know your trans and are cool with it he buys you a trans flag for your room or even to hang up out front of your house if you prefer! :)

taglist; @cvsmixplant

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elias-code · 3 years

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Two Left Hooves [1/7]

Choose your own adventure ~ "Intro"

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza, Eret

Summary: This is a choose-your-own-adventure!! You met Techno through Phil, helping him get rid of his headache after hibernation. He was immediately infatuated with you. Techno invites you to go to Eret's banquet. When you arrive to prepare for the banquet, he tells you that he will only sleep in his room with you if you wanted, now you get to choose if you want to sleep with him or not…

Warnings: Cussing

--- Phil ---

“Hey, Techno,” I peeked my head around the corner, holding the letter behind my back away from his line of sight.

“Hullo,” He turned to me, hands still in his hair, pin sticking out of his mouth. He was braiding his pink hair, unaware that his worst nightmare was about to come true. “So, mate,” I walked in, hands still behind my back, “I got some mail.”

“Mhm,”

“You remember the egg?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He turned back to the mirror, inspecting the last loop he’d made.

“Eret is hosting another banquet,”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re invited,” his face in the mirror went pale, “since you’re the one who yeeted it.”

Techno paused, unmoving. Slowly, he tied the ribbon at the bottom of the braid, securing it with the pin. He made eye contact with me, his eyes were begging me to yell psych! and run out the door. Instead, I held the opened letter, once hidden behind me, up in the air, presenting it to him.

“Phil…”

“Yeah?” I laughed, this was the most scared I’ve ever seen him.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope, look.” I shook it at him, flipping it over to show Eret’s handwriting: To Technoblade and Philza Minecraft.

He shuddered slightly, finally turning to me and taking the letter from my hands. It read:

Technoblade and Philza,

This may seem strange and menacing, but I promise it’s not. Ever since the red banquet disaster, I’ve been thinking about how much I think the people of this server need a pick-me-up. We needed a re-do.

So, I’ve decided to host a banquet, this time out in the open with no bullshit. There’ll be drinks, games, and dancing, and I want you to be there. Since you had a lot to do with the egg’s eventual downfall, I personally think you need to be there, Technoblade.

I’ll tell you what I’ve told everyone else. There’s a plus-one requirement for safety reasons (buddy system), and so I’ve addressed this to both of you. I look forward to your attendance! I suggest wearing something else since I don’t want anyone having flashbacks when they see your royal gown.

On the back of the card, Eret wrote the coordinates and information about the dress code. The card had gold decorations on the edges, curling and twisting like vines, dotted with golden roses complete with thorns. The dress code specified that the suggested colours were black, white, blue, and gold, hence the bordering roses.

“Do you own anything you think you could wear?” I asked as he handed the card back to me.

“I still have the Arctic coat, but if this is anywhere near L’Manburg, it’s gonna be too hot for that.”

“Right, I might have to make something for you then,”

“Alright,” He hesitated, “Do I have to go? That’s a lot of enemies in one place…”

“Yeah, sorry mate, you have to go.” I put the card back into the envelope, closing and pocketing it. “Oh, wait, one thing Techno,”

“There’s more?”

“Um, I can’t go.”

“What?” “I can’t go to the banquet,” I was lying, but he didn’t need to know that, “I’m supposed to be at the ocean monument that day.”

“And your fishing can’t wait?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “Who am I supposed to bring?”

“I dunno, mate,” I shrugged and clicked my heel against the floor, “Maybe you can bring that bird I introduced you to… if you can find them.”

— Techno —

“Phil, who’s this?” I had walked into the kitchen, half-dressed. I was not expecting to see someone else sitting at the table. They looked at me, smiling and waving.

“Oh hello sleepyhead,” Phil remarked, stirring the rabbit stew that hung over the fireplace, “I dunno, they don’t seem to have a name.”

“Hello!” I looked back at them. They were dressed in forest green pants, tucked into black boots lined by silver buttons with fancy engravings, laced in leather strips, looped and tied at the top of the boot. Their top was one of mine, an old long-sleeved white cotton top Phil had probably found in the back of the closet. They had a golden-yellow scarf slung over their shoulders. I waved awkwardly, still half asleep.

“You don’t have a name?” I asked, still confused.

“Uh, I guess not. Phil’s the only person I’ve seen in a while.” They said, pointing at him. He was closing the white under-curtains, almost like he was avoiding the interaction.

“Then what do I call you?”

“Phil’s been calling me the bird.”

“Bird, huh?”

“He says it's because I’m migrating.”

That was strange enough as it was, and I decided to leave it there. Talking was making my headache worse, so I walked over to the stew, immediately recognizing the smell of carrots, potatoes, and chicken over the rabbit smell. My stomach grumbled, attempting to convince me to shove my face into the pot and gorge myself, but I pulled back.

“Is it ready yet, Phi?” I asked.

“No, it still has a couple of minutes, don’t go touching it yet. We should all eat together.”

I could wait a bit longer, I supposed. The smell was enticing, but my attention still lingered on the “bird” sitting at the table, reading a book. I sat down at the table and thumped my head onto it, only to make my headache worse.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned.

“You ok?” The bird asked.

“Headache,”

“Ah, I have something for that!” They picked up a bag from the floor and rummaged around in it for a bit before pulling out a small vial of green liquid. They uncorked it and an overwhelming spinach smell washed over me. “It might smell odd, but it works wonders.”

I lifted my head off the table and took the vial from them, inspecting it.

“Is this thing safe to drink?” I furrowed my eyebrows at them, looking for dishonesty.

They snatched it from me and took a swig, swiftly handing it back to me. “Take that as a yes.” They said.

— The Bird —

I knocked on the door, shivering slightly in the cold. I wore three layers, an undershirt, a turtleneck, and a thick coat. I got a letter a couple of days ago from Technoblade, asking me to go to the banquet with him and inviting me to stay at his cabin before the banquet. I accepted and sent the letter the same day since I knew the mail was slow. Just one day later, I hopped on my horse and made my way to the far arctic.

Techno opened the door and ushered me inside, shutting the door behind me.

“Jesus, you’re shivering,” he said, grabbing his cape off its stand and wrapping me with it. Thankfully, my face was already red enough from the cold that he didn’t notice me blush.

“Is your horse outside?”

“Yeah, I tied her up to the post,” I pulled the enormous cloak tighter to me, “but I don’t think she should stay there for long, it's too cold.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He said, turning from me and walking out the door. The sudden freezing breeze pushed me into the living room, near the fire. I sat down in an armchair and Steve wandered over to say hello.

“Hey, Steve…” I offered my hand to him and he sniffed it, grunting in my face with his fishy breath, “You do not smell good, big boy…”

He huffed like he understood what I said and I chuckled. He sat at my feet as I scratched his head. “At least you’re soft, Steve.” You smiled, “Good boy…”

The door opened and slammed again, Techno walked over dusting his hands off and Steve lumbered over to greet him.

“Hello Steve, you’ve inspected them, yeah?” He baby talked at him. The polar bear was big, almost as tall as Techno standing on all fours. It was strange to see such a big man 'baby talk' an apex predator, so you laughed a bit to yourself.

“What?” He asked, patting Steve on the head.

“Nothing, you’re just being cute.”

He smiled and sat himself down on the couch, crossing his legs and looking at you.

“If I’d left you out there any longer, you would have gotten frostbite,”

You realized you were still shivering in his cloak, “Yeah, thanks for not letting me die out there, and for the cape,”

“If I’d let you die, I wouldn’t have a date for the banquet.”

“Ooh, I’m a date now, am I?” I teased.

He blushed and looked away, still smiling.

“I suppose so,” he whispered.

He stood and offered a hand to me. I took it and stood, following him upstairs to his room, the only bedroom in the house. The room had recently been tidied, the paintings on the wall included snowy landscapes and one of a wither. The curtains were open, the night sky illuminating the room. The moonlight made everything a pale blue, almost making Techno’s hair purple.

“I don’t have anywhere else for you to stay right now unless you want to sleep on the couch.”

“Are you also sleeping here?”

“Only if you’re ok with it,” He said, kneeling by the fireplace and setting logs on the grate.

Would he really? He seems so shy…

— Technoblade —

I could feel my blood rush to my face as they asked if I’d sleep with them. I turned to the fireplace and lit the fire, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Only if you’re ok with it,” I said.

They paused and my heartbeat harder, unsure what they were going to say. I started preparing the fire, putting the hesitation out of my mind.

////////UNDER CONSTRUCTION BRRRRRRRRR (2/3 complete)///////

Do you allow him to sleep with you?

Yes, tell him you’re going to be cold and need the body heat. (NSFW)

Ask where he wants to sleep. (Fluff)

No, respectfully suggest he sleep on the couch. (SFW)

#technoblade x reader #techno x reader #c!techno x reader #c!technoblade x reader #technoblade #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dsmp #dsmp x reader #philza #eret #two left hooves #Elias original

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ilici · 3 years

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Summary: Karl is shopping for bunny tails to buy for Y/N, and when it finally arrives, he thinks about hand delivering it.

{Numbers mean Bunny Tail}

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1221

Karl aimlessly scrolled through amazon, seeing rather horrendous looking bunny tails, most of the bunny tails that showed up, were based off of Lola from Space Jam. He was slowly growing frustrated at the fact that he could not find a good bunny tail. Chris, who was sitting beside him, was starting a fire while Jimmy was buried beneath them. “You okay Karl?” He asked, seeing Karl just scroll through his phone, with a determined face. “I’m fine, just looking through twitter.” He said, looking at the camera giving a smile and a thumbs up. After the camera cut, Karl got up, “I gotta get back, Sapnap is supposed to be getting here today.” He said, and Chris nodded patting him on the shoulder.

Karl had lied, Sapnap wouldn’t be getting to his house until tomorrow night, and he drove home about to call Corpse for help on buying the tail. Corpse was informed of everything that has happened between Karl and Y/N, and Corpse was proud to say the least. He knew Karl liked Y/N, and the fact that Karl was going to hand deliver a small gift to her, made him proud. “I just don’t know what to do.” Karl complained, while Corpse spoke through the car speakers, “Maybe look somewhere else other than Amazon?” He asked, “I can look through websites, and we can share bunny tails and see which is best?” Corpse suggested, and Karl sighed, “Yeah that will work.” He said, pulling into his driveway. Switching to his phone, he continued talking to Corpse as he walked up to his room.

Now here they were, twenty minutes into the call when Karl’s eyes lit up, “I found it!” He said excitedly, and Corpse asked for him to send the link. “Yeah, that one is good.” He said, and Karl bought it, from Etsy. “It’s supposed to be here in about two weeks. Which is good, since Sapnap is supposed to be here for a week starting tomorrow.” He said, and Corpse hummed in response agreeing, “Does anyone else know what’s happening between you and Y/N?” He asked, and Karl flushed, “No. Just you, since you have a thing for cat ears, I figured you wouldn’t think I was weird.” He spoke, and Corpse just laughed agreeing. “Well, do you know where she lives?” He asked, and Karl nodded knowing Corpse couldn’t see him, “Yeah, she lives with Niki and their other roommate in the UK.” Karl said, fidgeting with his rings.

“She lives in the UK? She’s German isn’t she?” He asked, and Karl quietly laughed, “Yeah, but she moved with Niki.” He explained, and Corpse just nodded, “Well I am gonna get off here so I can wake up early enough since I have to do something for Mr. Beast.” He said, as Jimmy was going to get out of the coffin tomorrow. Hanging up, Karl opened his photos, going to the video of Y/N in the blue bunny outfit, he watched it with amazement. Clicking off, he opened messages and texted Y/N wishing her goodnight, as she was probably asleep. In reality, Y/N was awake talking to Corpse, panicking over the fact that she is terrified that she is catching actual feelings for Karl. Y/N wasn’t good with long distance relationships, she actually moved with Niki to the UK to be with her ex boyfriend more, but it turned out he was cheating on her the entire time.

“Corpse I don’t know if I can do this.” She admitted, and Corpse just frowned, “Y/N these past few weeks that I have gotten to know you, I know you are strong. Karl is one of the most sweetest and kindhearted people I know. Probably the most alongside Sykkuno. Those two are the sweetest people in this entire world, and you were lucky enough to get one.” He said, and Y/N smiled at this, “So were you.” She joked, and Corpse laughed shaking his head, “Shut up.” He said, and bid her goodnight as it was one in the morning for her. “Sleep well Corpse.” She said, and sighed looking up at her ceiling that was adorned with a painting of the sky. The moon and stars glowed in the dark, she and Niki had painted it together when they first moved in. “Is he actually going to hand deliver me a tail?” She mumbled to herself, before letting out a strand of curses.

Waking up the next day to Niki shaking her awake, “You’re going to be late for work!” She said, and Y/N dashed out of bed, getting dressed. “Have fun!” Niki said, and Y/N groaned, “I have to close today, so I’ll be a bit late.” She told her, as she got out of the door waving bye to her other roommate. Niki was now texting Karl, helping him set up a date to come, and helped him pay for his plane ticket. Karl was now helping dig Jimmy up, more excited as he now had booked a plane ticket to go and surprise Y/N. “Bye Jimmy! Please shower you reek.” Karl said, as he drove home to Sapnap already there. Karl told Sapnap about Y/N and got some advice from him as well, Sapnap also asked what she had looked like, and Karl nearly panicked when he thought he was going to have to show Sapnap the video of Y/N. Instead he thankfully had a FaceTime photo of Y/N wearing the blue bunny ears, and showed him that instead.

“Do you like her?” Sapnap asked, now that they finished the stream of them playing Minecraft together. Karl looked away and shrugged, “I mean, she’s a nice girl, and she’s absolutely gorgeous. I guess I will find out my actual feelings for her once I meet her in person.” He said, and Sapnap looked at him, “You’re going to go see her?” He asked, and Karl slowly nodded his head, “When?” He asked, and Karl shifted in his seat, “Next week on Tuesday.” He said, looking at his hands, then at Sapnap. Sapnap just looked at him, and nodded his head, “Good luck buddy, she seems really nice.” He said, and Karl smiled, “You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked, and Sapnap shook his head, “Not at all.” He said, grinning at his friend. “Thanks Sap.” He mumbled, “Anytime.” He said, and the two headed off to bed.

Y/N just got back from work, she took an taxi since she isn’t able to drive yet. She has a license, but she doesn’t trust herself to drive, she’s too scared of wrecking. So she either takes an taxi home, or Niki comes and picks her up. “I’m home!” She yelled, and Niki smiled walking into their living room. “Hey I won’t be able to pick you up Tuesday, my friend is doing it for me, I have to do something with Wilbur that day.” She told her, and Y/N frowned, “Who is the friend?” She asked, and Niki quickly lied, “It’s actually Phil’s wife, Phil and her are going to be in town for a meetup.” She explained, and Y/N nodded, “Goodnight.” She said, walking to her room changing into pajamas, texting Karl a goodnight message.

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp

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kanerallels · 2 years

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Fall In Love With Me This Christmas

(for Dousy Appreciation Week day 2, for the prompt "role reversal/au)

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Word count: 3,250

Tags/Warnings: Rated G

Generally speaking, Daisy enjoyed Thanksgiving. Getting together with her family, especially those who were often out of state, was fun. And it was the gateway to Christmas, one of Daisy’s favorite holidays to celebrate with her family.

This year, however, there was at least one downside. And it was Jemma Simmons. While Daisy loved her adoptive sister, Jemma had gotten increasingly invested in certain aspects of Daisy’s life of late. Namely, her love life.

Ever since she and her now ex-boyfriend Lincoln had broken up three years ago, she hadn’t been with anyone else. Sure, there had been a few interested parties-- Jemma’s cousin, Deke, and a guy at work called Robbie who she'd gone on one date with-- but no one she’d seriously considered. There still wasn’t.

However, Jemma had seemed to have decided it was time for Daisy to find someone else, and she was very persistent about setting her up with that someone. And while Daisy was usually the one encouraging Simmons-- or Fitz, or Hunter, or Trip, or any member of her family-- in one of her crazy plans, this was one plan she wasn’t helping with. She didn’t need romance. Not now, at least.

This wouldn’t stop Jemma, though, and Daisy knew it. So she prepared, warily, for the coming discussion.

It came after lunch on Thanksgiving. She, Kora, Jemma and Fitz were playing Bananagrams at the table, which was something of a tradition for the family. Bobbi and Hunter were watching TV in the living room nearby, and the sound of low voices and clattering dishes from the kitchen gave away Phil and May’s location easily.

As the four of them started a new game, friendly chatter flowed back and forth-- Kora joking about how Jemma was the usual winner in this game, with Daisy chiming in and suggesting ways they could take her down.

“Maybe we should have Fitz start flirting with her, to distract her,” Kora suggested as she grabbed a handful of tiles, counting out the amount she needed.

Shaking her head, Daisy said, “Mmm, at that point it would be harder to get them to stop than start.”

“Also, I’m not helpin’ you sabotage Jemma,” Fitz said, selecting his tiles one at a time. His fiancee beamed at him.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite. Well, one of many reasons.” Leaning over, she kissed him on the cheek, and Daisy and Kora exchanged an eyeroll.

“Yeah, you’re cute, we get it,” Daisy teased. “Can we get on with it now?”

They started the game, and were halfway through when Jemma spoke. “So, Daisy,” she said, and her voice was so deliberately casual that Daisy knew exactly what was coming. “I was talking to a client at work the other day, and her brother came to pick her up. He’s around your age-- very handsome--”

“No,” Daisy said promptly. “Jemma, don’t start.”

“Oh, come on, Daisy,” Jemma said with a touch of exasperation. “You don’t even know--”

“I know that I don’t want to be set up with some random stranger,” Daisy said, her voice adamant. “So drop it.”

“Please, Daisy. Look, Fitz and I--”

“Oh, no,” Fitz said immediately, looking up with alarm. “I told you, I don’t want to be involved in this.”

“What-- oh, come on, back me up here!” Jemma protested. Next to Daisy, Kora was busy pretending to be extremely invested in her tiles.

Wrinkling his nose, Fitz said, “I love you, but I’m not gonna get involved. I know better after the last debacle.”

Jemma let out a huff, turning back to Daisy. “Fine. I’m worried about you, and I just want you to be happy. I understand taking time before you get back into the dating world, I just think that you… maybe need a little push.” Clearly seeing the expression on Daisy’s face, she hurried on, “And I know what you’re going to say, so I thought that perhaps I could help you set up an online dating profile--”

Oh, that’s not happening. Cutting through her sister’s words hastily, Daisy said, “Jemma, I appreciate the thought, I really do. But that’s not necessary, I’m already seeing someone, so please drop it.”

The minute the lie left her mouth she knew it was a mistake. Because the extended Coulson-May-Simmons-Fitz-etc. family didn’t just drop things. Especially when it came to love lives. Fitz’s jaw all but hit the table top, and Jemma’s eyes grew huge. “What?” she all but shrieked. “Since when? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It’s… a recent thing,” Daisy muttered, avoiding her sister’s gaze. This was not good.

“What’s his name?” Kora demanded, her feigned interest in her tiles forgotten.

Crap, Daisy thought. “Uh, Daniel,” she blurted out, and immediately wanted to smack herself. But it’s fine. It’s not like anyone here will remember--

“Wait, Daniel?” Hunter’s voice came from the living room, and the scruffy man popped up into sight seconds later, interest clear in his eyes. “Isn’t that the bloke that you work with? The one who you said was going to school to be a, ya know, whatever?”

Oh, this is not good, Daisy thought, trying not to grimace. Because of course Hunter would remember the fact that she’d mentioned her co-worker Daniel before. They were only friends, although he was pretty cute, she wouldn’t deny it. And overall, he was a good guy. But why did I have to choose his name?

“A therapist,” Bobbi said-- the blonde woman was right on her boyfriend’s heels, a gleam of interest in her eyes. “You’re dating Daniel Sousa? I didn’t think he was your type.”

“You can’t slap labels on romance, love,” Hunter pointed out. “After all, I went for you, didn’t I?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bobbi demanded. Before Hunter could respond, Kora cut in.

“Do Phil and May know?” Without waiting for an answer, she shouted, “May! Phil! Daisy’s got a boyfriend!”

“And this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen,” Daisy mumbled as a loud crash came from the kitchen, and her parents appeared.

“She’s got a what?” May demanded, her scary mom face on.

“Since when?” Phil asked, his gaze flicking to Daisy.

“It’s just a recent thing-- and we’re not really dating, fully,” Daisy hedged, trying to find a way out of it. “It’s just casual, we’re more friends than anything else--”

“Uh, I think the fact that I remembered this guy’s name disproves that,” Hunter objected. “I don’t pay much attention to your co-workers, after all. You kind of talked about him all the time.”

“I didn’t!” Daisy protested.

“Ehh, kinda did,” Kora said. All eyes switched to her, and she shrugged. “What? It’s true. Although honestly, I like him. And he’s kinda cute. If you’re not too serious about it, I’ll take him.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely a no,” Daisy said without thinking, and Jemma looked absolutely gleeful. Hunter shot her an annoying smirk.

“Aww, look at you simping after your square. You’re worse than Simmons.”

Jemma threw a Bananagrams tile at him and the entire conversation dissolved into chaos, to Daisy’s relief. She really didn’t want to have to deal with this any longer. In fact, she managed to go the rest of the day, until the joyous and chaotic goodbyes at the end, without talking about her supposed boyfriend again. Before she made it out the door, Phil pulled her aside.

“Bring Daniel to our pre-Christmas Christmas dinner,” he told her. Before Daisy could protest, he held up a hand. “I know you say it’s just casual, but this is the first guy we’ve seen you go out with in years. I’d like to meet him-- and so would May. And while I realize that’s something of a deterrent, please do it anyway.”

“I’ll talk to him and see what his plans are,” Daisy said hastily, shoving her arms into her coat and giving him a hug. “Gotta go, love you guys, bye! See you in a couple weeks!”

The drive back to her apartment was long and quiet, with plenty of time for Daisy to plot out her plan to handle this situation. She’d tell her family at Christmas that they’d decided to stay just friends, and her quiet but friendly, handsome co-worker would never know a thing about it.

Four days later, the whole thing was derailed.

~ ~ ~

Daniel had never really been sure why his employer, Finian Carr, had decided that he needed to run not only a bakery-juice bar combination, but also a Christmas tree farm. But here they were, and Daniel liked his job. Sure, Finian was a bit eccentric, and his kids were very similar. But it paid well, and there was always an atmosphere of cheerful chaos, which was something Daniel was starting to suspect he gravitated towards.

The bakery, Love Is All You Knead, was already starting to fill up with the morning rush when Daniel started work the Monday after Thanksgiving. Finian was already pumping Christmas music out of the speakers, and Daniel saw the big man in the back, his head bobbing in time to the music as he pulled a tray of muffins out of the oven.

Ducking behind the counter, Daniel grabbed an apron. As he tied it on, one of his co-workers, Piper, shot him a grin. “Happy holidays.”

“If Finian has anything to say about it,” Daniel joked, stepping to the side as a short woman came barrelling past him. “Hey, Daisy.”

Daisy Johnson looked up, her gaze startled as it locked on him. “Oh-- hey, Daniel.” Her startled expression melted into an easy grin as she moved to the cash register next to Piper. “How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Decent enough,” Daniel responded, wondering what had caught her off guard as he spoke. “Turns out my roommate can make a decent turkey, which I wouldn’t have expected. How about you?”

“I spent it with my family, so it was a little chaotic, but fun,” Daisy said, turning to shoot the first customer in line a smile. “Hi, what can I get you?”

As Daniel headed into the kitchen, he spotted Piper directing a smirk towards him, and pointedly ignored it. He was well aware that she and most of his other co-workers thought he should ask out Daisy. He honestly couldn’t say that he hadn’t thought of it. She had a kind of electric energy that drew him to her, with a quick wit and a smile that he always wanted to see.

He hadn’t gotten up the courage yet, although they’d been working together for around ten months at this point. Maybe around New Years, Daniel thought as he got to work helping with the baking.

A few minutes later, Daisy popped into the kitchen. “Daniel, Davis is here-- time for you to mediate.”

“Why am I in charge of him and Piper again?” Daniel asked, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t complaining as he gave her an easy grin.

Her returning smile sent a familiar flutter through his chest, which Daniel determinedly ignored. “Cause you’re the only one who’ll tolerate them.”

“I had a feeling it was something like that,” Daniel joked as he headed out of the kitchen and out to the cash register, where one of their regulars, Davis, was browsing the baked goods and bickering with Piper. The two of them had been best friends for years, and Davis came here with the sole purpose of annoying Piper most days. Piper enjoyed this a little too much, in Daniel and Daisy’s estimations.

“You cannot possibly think that bear claws are superior to eclairs,” Piper was saying with disdain as Daniel moved up next to her to man the other cash register. “That is such an old person thing to say-- which I guess checks out for you.”

“Comparing the two is like comparing apples and something completely disgusting,” Davis argued. “Like coconut.”

“Okay, coconut? This is where I draw the line. Choose something actually gross, like bananas.”

“How are we even friends?”

Daniel tuned the two of them out and went to serve the customer in front of him, making small talk as he bagged up donuts and eclairs. Most of the regulars knew better than to line up behind Davis when he and Piper were talking, and anyone else connected the dots pretty quickly, which led to a steady flow of customers passing through.

As he bid yet another customer farewell, Daniel caught sight of Daisy, restocking the display case and chatting a mile a minute with one of the regulars, Trip. She laughed at something he said, flashing him that brilliant smile of hers, and Daniel felt his heart skip a beat.

And realized he was staring. Hastily, he turned to his next customer, a short woman with a brown ponytail, and gave her a smile. “Hi, how can I help you?”

The woman returned his smile with a degree of enthusiasm that Daniel hadn’t expected. “You’re Daniel, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice holding a British accent and a considerable amount of curiosity.

“That’s me,” Daniel replied, and she beamed.

“Oh, wonderful! I’m Jemma, Daisy’s sister.”

Well, this was more than a little strange. “Nice to meet you,” Daniel said, shaking her proffered hand. “I didn’t know Daisy’s family lived in town.”

“Oh, we don’t exactly,” Jemma said airily. “But Fitz and I decided to take a trip down this way to see Daisy-- and meet you, of course.”

What? Before Daniel could ask why exactly his co-worker’s sister wanted to meet him, she continued, “In any case, I just wanted to say we’re looking forward to having you over for our pre-Christmas dinner in a few weeks. Mack and Yo-Yo are coming, and--”

“Hang on a second-- sorry,” Daniel interrupted, shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

Jemma frowned. “Well-- didn’t Daisy tell you?”

“Tell me wh--”

“Jemma!”

Daniel turned reflexively at the sound of Daisy’s voice. His co-worker’s eyes were wide as they darted from him to Jemma and back. “Uh-- what are you doing here?”

“Fitz and I are in town,” Jemma said blithely, “and I thought I’d stop in and say hello to you and Daniel.” Leaning towards Daniel, she said in a conspiratorial tone, “You know, it took a lot of prying to get her to tell us about you. But she finally cracked over Thanksgiving. Oh-- don’t take that personally, she can be very private sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said slowly, his gaze flicking to Daisy. She wore an expression that he could only describe as “oh crap”. “I’ve noticed that.”

Jemma didn’t seem to notice as she added, “Well, I’m sure you’re able to get her to open up, since you’re her--”

“Jemma, can I talk to you real quick?” Daisy cut her off hastily. Not waiting for her sister to agree, she hustled around the counter and all but dragged Jemma into a corner. Daniel looked on, still confused, as they had a brief whispered argument which neither of them seemed to win, and then Jemma, joined by a shorter man with blond-ish hair, was all but shoved out of the bakery.

As she came back around the counter, Daniel lifted an eyebrow at her. “So, what was that about?”

Biting her lip, Daisy didn’t meet his gaze. “Uh. I kinda did something stupid over Thanksgiving. It may kinda have involved you.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Daniel said slowly.

“Oh, it was.” Taking a deep breath, Daisy met his eyes. “I accidentally told my family that we’re dating.”

“I-- what?” Daniel said, completely caught off guard. Of all the things he’d expected her to say, that was definitely not one of them.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Daisy said, which was definitely not true. “How on earth does someone accidentally tell their family that they’re dating someone? It kinda starts when you haven’t properly dated anyone in two or three years and your adopted sister who loves you and wants what’s best for you gets a little too invested in your potential love life. And then you tell them you’re with someone, which doesn’t go the way you want it to at all. Especially when, you know, you give them a random name and it just happens to be the name of one of the two co-workers you’ve actually talked about.” She paused for breath, glancing at Daniel anxiously.

“I guess that answers one of my questions,” Daniel said, because there wasn’t much else a person could say to that. Especially when his brain kept coming up with different reasons she would have chosen his name, of all names.

“I’m sorry,” Daisy said, wincing. “It was stupid, and I really shouldn’t have done it. Don’t worry, I’m gonna fix this. I’ll tell everyone at the pre Christmas dinner that we decided to just be friends, and it’ll all be over.” She started to head back behind the counter.

“Wait,” Daniel blurted out before she could move. Daisy paused, lifting a curious eyebrow at him. “Uh… it’s just, Christmas can’t be a fun time to tell your family you just broke up with your boyfriend,” he said.

“True-- there will be a lot of sympathetic looks,” Daisy said, making a face. “And maybe a few death threats-- I’m starting to think I didn’t think this through.”

Death threats? Daniel wondered, but brushed aside the thought. “Well, then, why deal with it now? We just continue the charade, but this time I actually know what’s going on.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. “Are you… offering to be my fake boyfriend?”

“I guess so, yeah,” Daniel said.

“Okay-- I don’t think you actually know what you’re getting yourself into,” Daisy warned him. “There will be interrogations from multiple members of my family. That includes anything from nosy questions about your life and our relationship, to possibly threats. Probably threats. And that’s just the beginning.”

“Ominous,” Daniel said, “but I’m pretty sure I can handle it. And I don’t have much going on-- when is this happening?”

“Probably next week,” Daisy said.

“Yeah, I’d probably be free,” Daniel said, which was true. His social calendar was far from filled up, other than the odd school function. Pausing, he added, “Well. I’m free if you need me to be. If you think this is a bad idea--”

“No,” Daisy said, cutting him off as she started to smile. “I think it’s a really good idea. There’s probably some stuff we should talk over beforehand--”

Piper's shout cut Daisy off before she could go any farther. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS CLAYNE CRAWFORD'S FAULT??”

Daniel turned to see Piper and Davis arguing, Davis gesticulating wildly as he spoke. Piper’s arms were folded and she glared daggers at her friend. “Oh, boy,” Daniel muttered. “Uh--” he glanced at Daisy.

“We should talk later,” she agreed. “I don’t have your number-- but I think I remember where your apartment is. I could stop by this evening around six?.”

“Sounds good,” Daniel said with a nod. “See you then-- I’d better go before Piper and Davis kill each other over… whatever they’re arguing about.”

“Their favorite tv show, I think,” Daisy observed.

“Good to know,” Daniel said. With that, he hurried over to where Piper and Davis were arguing. It took him a few minutes to diffuse the situation, and by the time he had he’d finally realized that he’d asked Daisy Johnson to come over to his house. Well, this should be interesting, he thought.

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Public figures, coming out and the responsibility

Disclaimer: Although this post mentions Jikook, it is mostly my opinion about the general issue. So you can apply this to whoever you want.

Previously on annetteblog: I made some posts regarding coming out, homophobia and how I don’t agree that Jikook (or basically any other celebrities/well-known figures which you suppose are queer) are obliged/have to/owe us to come out (in case if they are actually queer). Moreover, I said that asking or even making anyone from institutionally homophobic country to come out, hoping that it would start some social changes, is cruel, because you think only about some distant bright future and not the problems, which this particular person would face now. Problems, which can possibly ruin someone’s health, safety or life.

/the main one (Jikook centric) - https://bit.ly/3hLOpSS + the ask I consider important here (not really Jikook centric) - https://bit.ly/359IBgB /

Now: I was trying very hard to remember where I could possibly hear some similar thoughts and tadaaa I remembered :D

Dan Howell

Yep.

Those, who know him well, may skip this paragraph. Dan has been an youtuber since 2009 and around that year was a big fan of another youtuber - Phil Lester. Shortly, without going into details, after some fanboying time they actually met in person, started seeing each other, appeared on each other’s YT channels, and eventually moved in together (that’s not my creepy assumption, that was a known fact even back then, okay?). Obviously, the speculations started to grew. Were they gay? Were they in love? Were they just besties? Were they dating? This discussion had been lasting year after year on various platforms and sometimes with no decency involved. The guys remained mostly silent (there were some jokes now and then, but nothing too serious). On June 2019 both of them came out, confirmed that they were not just friends, but asked to stay away from their private life.

If you have time, I would suggest you to watch all of the Dan’s video; yes, it’s long, but he said a lot of interesting stuff to think about imo. But here I wanted to focus on two specific parts. I will write their timing and highly recommend you to watch them, they are really short. (eng subs and subs’ translation to a lot of languages are available on YT)

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First of all, note that he is a public figure. Even though he is an introvert, he is still more used to put his life/actions on display (I mean more in comparison with an ordinary person, who doesn’t have a YT channel/other SM platform with a huge audience). Plus he lives in the UK, which is not the worst country on the planet, as far as I can tell.

However, even taking these into account, he still mentions how it was uncomfortable for him to get all of these speculations about his relationship with Phil. [timing - 25:12 - 27:46] Uncomfortable to the point of triggering old mental issues (he posted a vid about depression about a year prior this one, look it up if you want). He had hard time growing up because of his homophobic environment; and he was bullied for “being gay” before he actually knew what this word meant. Years later when he and his relationship with Phil became a subject of a much broader discussion and gossip, it was not just weird or uncomfortable but actually “triggered some PTSD” (according to him).

So even if you mean no harm and generally are the nicest supporting person, going around and calling people gay may not be the best life strategy. Especially if these people didn’t give you permission to do so. Even if they are some kind of celebrities. Sure, maybe you are right in your suspicions, but this doesn’t make the situation better or easier for them. You never fully know a person’s life situation and what they could be going through. You don’t know their past and problems they faced before. You don’t know their personal feelings, thoughts and fears. And you can just accidentally make everything worse.

The second thing.

[timing 23:57 - 24:32 and 28:23 - 28:54]

“If a kid dreams of being a footballer and age 18 signed to a club and all their dreams come true, but they are scared to come out because of the insane homophobia in that community, they shouldn’t turn it down. Yes, it’s so important to be truthful about who you are and open and proud in front of the world, but it’s our society fault that these people are scared to say who they are.”

Different people perceive different things as the most important part of their lives. For someone it’s family and kids, for someone it’s being able to create, for someone it’s work and career, etc. And not everyone is willing to just give up their dream over something.

And that’s okay.

So I don’t expect people to gladly risk their successful career over coming out. Particularly if they perceive their work as their true passion in life. For some people it just doesn’t worth it, for some – career and being able to fulfill their dream is more important. Others have to make compromises in order to maintain balance between different parts of their life and personality, or they just don’t want to draw attention to the personal life altogether. And some people may be too afraid to lose everything. Especially, if the environment they live in is not friendly. They may just want to live peacefully and quietly with no additional danger hanging over their head.

In general, I think that no one owes us anything. One may say that a celebrity with a presumably higher social status and more influence has a responsibility to do something in their power to make the world a better place. Although I agree to some extent (e.g. charity), I don’t expect someone to put their life on risk. That’s too much to ask for and just not fair. Everybody deserves a happy safe life, and if this means that someone decides to stay silent for their own good, you should respect it. And if they decide to speak up - that must be their choice. Outing is never an option.

Bottom line:

If someone is presumably in the closet, stop trying to pour gasoline on it. You may accidentally burn down not only the wood, but the person in it too.

#lgbt #lgbtq #coming out #wow that was some metaphorical shit #jikook #kookmin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jungkook #jimin #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts #bts ships #lgbtq relationships #lgbtq representation #lgbt relationship #long post

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Mutual Pining (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: December 4th, 2022

part one

A Little Bit Of California, With A Little Bit Of London Sky (ao3) - juliawrites

Summary: On an impulsive road trip Dan plans right before their high school graduation, the truth will out.

Always (ao3) - phantastic (marvel_ling)

Summary: Phil and Dan broke up but still live together, which can lead to some awkward situations.

as long as i'm here (ao3) - det395

Summary: Facing instructions to leave his dorm amidst the pandemic, Dan turns to his best friend for a place to stay

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - bluejazzberrys

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why? He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

Be Still My Foolish Heart - tobieallison

Summary: Phil is a bartender in a jazz club during the Prohibition and he’s doing his best to live a plain, but safe life. - that all goes out the window when a new jazz band is hired and the drummer, Dan, starts to capture Phil’s heart.

Colour me rosé (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary; nineteen-year-old Dan Howell is looking for a sugar daddy to help him achieve the dream of luxury and romantic affirmations. Phil Lester, newly 24 and very rich, is searching for a romantic and sexual relationship. When stumbling upon the other on the internet, similar interests and all, have they found their match?

Crossing the line (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: After billionaire Phil Lester meets an unfortunate incident that ends him up in hospital with no memories, Dan Howell— a mistreated employee convinces Phil that he is Dan's working-class husband to get back at him with the many hardships he faced as an employee. What could go wrong?

Friends With (Tax) Benefits (ao3) - counting2fifteen

Summary: After same-sex marriage is legalized in the UK, Phil suggests he and Dan get married to save money on their taxes. Dan initially rejects his proposal, but after some thought, he changes his mind. Except then he starts to… feel things. Things he really shouldn’t be feeling about his best friend and platonic husband. And all of the sudden, what was supposed to be a simple arrangement between friends has the potential to get much, much more complicated.

Surely Dan can keep his feelings repressed for a little bit longer.

i don't know why (i can't keep my eyes off of you) (ao3) - panlesters

Summary: Starting a new university is hard enough without Phil having to convince his best friend PJ he doesn't have a crush on their other flatmate, Dan. He definitely does not have a crush on Dan.

If the Crown Fits (ao3) - tjmcharg

Summary: “We would be like Romeo and Juliet if we dated.” Phil said absentmindedly.

Dan froze in shock.

“How so?” He asked with a forced casual air.

Phil shrugged, and turned the page, “Well forbidden love. Prince and servant aren’t exactly ideal.” He continued to read.

Dan was conscious of his mouth hanging open.

Meet Me In The Hallway (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Dan is seven years old when he meets Phil Lester and friendship comes easy for them. Over the years they meet each other in the hallway despite what life throws at them.

Strictly Come Dancing but make it GAY (ao3) - natigail

Summary: @danielhowell: maybe i’d actually consider doing @bbcstrictly if they allowed same-sex couples. who wouldn’t want a sexy man spinning you around? it’s not just a girl’s dream. c'mon people let's see some pretty and fierce girls pair up and handsome and strong boys get it on. i dare you.

Dan Howell calls Strictly out on Twitter for not allowing any same-sex couples and accidentally volunteers himself to be one of the contestants if they were to change that. It was a joke. It had so clearly been a joke. Why did they take him up on it?! He’s sure he’ll trip over his own feet and hate every second, but then he meets his partner, the endearingly clumsy dancer Phil Lester.

the brightest shade of sun (i had ever seen) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: one dawn on the isle of man can be enough to unite two craving hearts, even if a lot of heartbreaking thoughts are revealed along the way

The Doorknob (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan moves to a London flat, after dropping out of Uni. Some strange things start happening (Dan POV)

The Era of the Wingless Angel (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The man, the myth, the legend! Singer-Songwriter Dan Howell is celebrating the 10th anniversary of his debut with a tell-all interview. How did his father’s departure from his life affect his songwriting? Why did his marriage to his background dancer fail? And are he and producer Phil Lester romantically involved? Tune in to find out.

the water might be lovely (ao3) - isleofbants

Summary: Dan, utterly fed up with uni, runs away to the Isle of Man.

Seeking escape, he gets more than he bargained for when he rents a room out from happy-go-lucky, recent grad, Phil Lester.

to all the people i've loved before (and the one who actually made me fall in love) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil doesn’t crush on people often, but when he does the emotions seem to overwhelm him. The only way he knows how to deal is to write love letters. They were never meant to be read.

The most recent letter threatens to ruin his relationship with his big brother Martyn, so in a fit of panic, Phil finds himself turning to the boy who was the recipient of the very first love letter for help. Even if he is Dan Howell, the school heartthrob.

you’re always busy being make-believe (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: “If there is a start then it was probably just a quick fleeting thought of oh, he’s cute which had just been a statement of fact when confronted with Dan’s curls, freckles and dimples at the coffee machine. Dan has one of those perfectly put together faces that catch at some deeply hidden part of Phil (who does not have one of those faces). He had said who’s that? to PJ who replied that’s Dan, he did some amazing project with, like, cell manipulation or something, years ago. I don’t think he’s done anything here though. He’s cute, right? and Phil had said I didn’t really notice, which implied that there had been some noticing, just not much. Just not to the level that would come later.

Dan is surprised to see Phil, every time he collects him during the alarms, like he’s shocked to have been remembered. Sometimes he reaches out his arm to Phil and Phil wonders if he wants to be carried, lifted right out of the building. I can fly he tells Dan, in his daydreams, where do you want to go?”

Or: Phil is a (not so) average Friendly Neighbourhood Superhero who has a hard time keeping up this secret identity thing.

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All You Never Say - Part 4a

Mr Mikael and Mrs Esther Mikaelson and Dr Grayson and Mrs Miranda Pierce request the pleasure of your presence at the wedding of their children:

The Hon Elijah Edward Mikaelson and Dr Katherine Elena Pierce

On the twenty-third of June, twenty-twenty one, 1400h at Ely Cathedral followed by a reception at Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire

Dress: White Tie

23rd June 2021, Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire - 8:47am

“What do you mean the beagle ate the wedding cake?” Caroline hissed, shutting the door behind her so as not to alarm the bride on her big day.

“Well, I can detail the stages of destruction, but yes, the Mikaelson's beloved pet dog decided to taste test the cake early, long story short.” Caroline was certain that the housekeeper’s use of “the Mikaelson’s beloved pet dog” was clearly by design.

Caroline was all for adorable dogs, especially those that were photogenic for the wedding album like Tully, but not those who scoffed the cake before the ceremony had even begun. Especially given that extra amount of fondant and extra tier which cost the earth.

But given the way Tully looked at her with those imploring, brown eyes and the telling evidence of frosting smeared across her chops, she was close to calling it a day.

Who needed cake anyway? It was worth way too many calories and most people would be so drunk that far into the festivities it wouldn’t even matter, right?

“So, I see you’ve met our cute but pressing problem.”

Caroline turned to see the best man in all his glory. And by that she meant those unkempt curls, sly grin and a fitted, tank top that should be illegal given those arms on display.

Was this their thing? Just running into each other partially clothed. She looked down at her ensemble self-consciously glad for the shorts, t-shirt and the Maid of Honour monogrammed robe that she greedily pulled across her chest.

“Our problem?”

“Because a problem shared is a problem halved right, wedding buddy?”

“Wedding buddy? Oh, you mean the same guy who wanted to document the lost ring for speech fodder?”

“It was a joke but clearly you don’t know what that means, grouchy.”

“Oh, like that time you let your dog, albeit cute, eat the wedding cake before the ceremony. I only hope the Bride and Groom figurines are still firmly intact at least?”

“Well, their passing was most definitely mourned,” Klaus noted. Caroline was trying to be mad, but he was doing that thing where he looked cute so as to avoid her wrath. Bastard.

“So, what you’re telling me is that we have no cake or cake topper and the wedding is due to start in 5 hours?"

“I mean there’s some cake left, albeit a mess, but if the guests want to eat it off the floor...”

“Yeah, I can see the Prime Minister doing that. You are not helping, Mikaelson. Look, I’ll call the baker, they must have a back-up cake on hand, otherwise why are we paying them such an exorbitant amount? I mean it’s a cake, like it’s hard to bake one of those,” she rambled, the reality of the situation making a sudden and ugly appearance.

“Okay, I didn’t want to tell you this because you are clearly already upset but the baker has no wedding themed alternatives,” Klaus explained, shooing away both the guilty canine and her loyal housekeeper in the process, no doubt by design. This was not the news Caroline wanted to hear and clearly he knew it.

“What?"

“You are not going to lose it, not on my watch, Forbes.”

“I am not losing it,” she hissed, finally finding her voice. “But she is your dog and that makes you responsible for my mood.”

“She is a Mikaelson, I mean expensive taste comes with the territory,” Klaus replied. Caroline, meanwhile, felt the brief spell he had over her lift.

“Can you please stop offering up annoying commentary? We have an emergency, one that needs to be rectified STAT.”

“What I didn’t get to say was that the baker has two other cakes on hand.” Caroline’s ears pricked up, maybe all wasn’t lost.

“I’m listening,” she murmured.

Klaus pulled his cell from his pocket and swiped through his phone. “These are the options.”

He leaned in closer so she could see the photos but in the process his arm grazed hers and she was momentarily blindsided and not focused on the pressing emergency. It reminded her so much of two years ago, when she’d felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her towards him.

Caroline told herself he must have been dreaming at the time but that didn’t take away from how it had felt. It felt good, really good.

“Alright, love?” She looked up into his blue eyes, only deciding too late that it was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

“I’m just shocked by...” she paused, her eyes hurriedly flickering to his cell screen. “Congratulations on your Retirement, Bernie?”

“I’m sure we can change a few letters around or something,” she gave him a look which plainly said it wasn’t going to happen. “Right, here’s the other one."

“Happy 6th Birthday to our Unicorn Princess? Don’t think Kat would mind being called a unicorn princess at all but not sure about Elijah...”

“Well, what suggestions do you have, Forbes?”

He had a point, there were none that forthcoming but then it hit her.

“The bomboniere.” Caroline was surprised she thought of it given she was so caught off guard by his close proximity and the unfolding situation.

“The what?”

“I don’t have time to explain wedding terminology right now, I have a bride to reassure that everything is peachy. Just meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes and put some clothes on while you’re at it.”

“Only if you do,” he smirked. Caroline didn’t wait before slamming the door in his smug face.

There were so many things to reconcile with Klaus Mikaleson and not just her feelings. Last night they’d shared more than a sandwich in the kitchen and two years ago...well that was another story.

Perch, Los Angeles CA - 14 February (two and a bit years earlier)

Caroline felt like she’d finally hit rock bottom.

Not because it was Valentine’s Day.

Or that she was single.

That wasn’t the worst part of her predicament. She was currently...well, before she could lament her situation a bell rang out, breaking Caroline from her regretful thoughts. She didn’t have time to bid Phil the Chiropractor farewell because a burly looking brunette appeared immediately in his place.

“Tyler.” Apparently there was no need for an actual greeting or for Caroline to ask his name in the first place. I suppose they only had two minutes so he was getting straight to the point. Caroline couldn’t blame him given how painful this whole thing was.

Caroline was going to kill them. First Bonnie, who wanted their apartment to herself tonight so she could cook a romantic dinner for current boyfriend Jeremy. Clearly he hadn’t been present at her most horrific of food failures given they were still dating.

They’d been living together since Bonnie relocated to Los Angeles nine months earlier and Caroline was enjoying rooming with her best friend again after so long. Then she got a boyfriend, even if he looked twelve, and Caroline was relegated back to her usual existence. It wasn’t like Caroline wanted or needed a boyfriend because her schedule was busy enough.

Which took her to the second person she had to blame. Lexi. Her colleague and friend, who decided they should spend the evening speed dating so Bonnie could “get it on with her boyfriend” as she put it. Caroline figured the fact she’d already signed them up weeks earlier and only asked right before a deposition hearing were the main reasons why she had no choice but to agree.

Now, here she was, pretending to be interested in Tyler and shooting deliberate looks in Lexi’s direction who seemed unaffected given the way she was attempting to read her guy’s palm. Smooth.

“I don’t think I got your name?”

“Huh?” She looked into his warm, brown eyes feeling guilty she’d been blatantly ignoring him.

“Your name?” Before she could reply, she heard a very familiar voice call out her name.

Then he appeared in all his gorgeous goodness, his ability to wear a suit had not waned since they’d seen each other last at a mutual friend’s engagement party. Why he was here of all places, she had no idea.

“Caroline, sweetheart.” Sweetheart?

“Do you know this guy?” Tyler asked, the confusion obvious. She didn’t blame him.

“Of course she knows me, I’m only her boyfriend.”

Her what now? Caroline was too shocked to speak let alone reprimand him for being a presumptuous idiot.

“You have a boyfriend? Then why are you here?”

“I’d like to know the same thing, mate,” Klaus agreed, his hands crossed over his chest. Caroline was madly trying to crawl under the table just so everyone would stop looking at her like she was some two-timing girlfriend.

Lexi meanwhile seemed to be enjoying the entertainment from afar, raising her champagne glass in salute, even if she had no idea what was happening. Caroline wasn’t enjoying it at all. She wanted to scream at him for being such an ass but at the same time a rescue from this situation was an equally enticing prospect.

“I…”

Before she could find the words, he found them for her.

“It’s my fault, sweet cheeks,” he implored, pushing past Tyler and placing his hands in hers. Caroline was trying to ignore the electricity it generated but also the horrible pet name he’d bestowed. Like he couldn’t have come up with something normal? “I neglected you and for that I am so sorry but just know that I will love you, always and forever.”

Was he kidding? Next thing he’d be pulling out a cracker jack bracelet or resembling any one of the romantic leads in a Nicholas Sparks adaptation. Caroline made a note to tease him about his taste in movies and television later.

However it seemed their audience didn’t mind one bit. Women and men nearby were more interested in fawning over the scene playing out than resuming speed dating. Even their organiser seemed transfixed.

She hated him, especially for interrupting her night and being the smug pain-in-the-ass she knew so well but she needed to get out of there fast and he was her ticket.

“Honey bear,” she cooed, noting the slight twitch in his jaw. Caroline knew he was trying to withhold his signature smirk. But why did he have to smell so good withholding it? His hands were still firmly intertwined with hers too. “You took me for granted, so why should I forgive you?”

Now he was trying to contain an eye roll, only someone who’d known him for that long could tell. And she was loving every moment especially if he was going to crash her speed date and embarrass her in the process.

“And for that I am eternally sorry, baby cakes.” Caroline had to really try not to dry reach. “But you are the one for me. We are destined to be together forever, like soulmates.”

As much as she wanted to draw this out and force him to eat those horrible and predictable platitudes, this show needed to end. Now. Given Tyler’s defeated expression she knew it wouldn’t be too difficult to transition to the bar and to a much-needed straight vodka on the rocks.

“You were an imbecile, Mario, but I’m willing to consider a reconciliation if you stop being an asshat and promise to worship me forever.”

Before she could relish in her response and the slight tugging at the edges of his crimson lips, he’d pulled her up and moved them towards the direction of the bar. No doubt because her demands were slightly out of the question and he was starting to feel embarrassed himself. Served him right really. Given half of the people were entranced by their conversation and the rest were clearly dubious she decided it was good timing to high tail it out of there.

“Worship you forever, someone clearly has tickets on themselves,” he muttered, gesturing to the barman. “And who is Mario? I so do not look like a Mario.”

“Says the man child named Mario who called me sweet cheeks and baby cakes."

“I was clearly being sarcastic,” he shot back, gesturing for a shot. “What was honey bear all about then?”

“You barrelled into my life uninvited, and last time I checked you don’t live here.”

“I'm in town for business and was having dinner with colleagues. Had I known it was going to be dinner and a show I might have arrived sooner.” Caroline chose not to respond immediately, just drank her vodka in one, long gulp. “Someone is thirsty.”

“I need to drink to deal with you.”

“Says the girl speed dating,” he whistled. “I mean you can be difficult and kind of abrasive, Forbes, but I never thought you’d speed date in a million years.”

“I am only doing this for Bonnie because she wanted the apartment to herself to cook for her date and then my friend Lexi signed me up without telling me,” she rambled.

“She’ll have another vodka,” he gestured to the barman. “So, I take it this boyfriend hasn’t sampled Bennett’s cooking yet? I just hope you left the fire extinguisher in plain view.”

“That’s what you took from all of this?’"

“I feel like if I delve too deeply I’ll be too immersed in all the Rebekah type drama and we both know that is not my thing.”

“I’ll be sure to pass on your best wishes to your sister,” she growled. “So, why involve yourself and embarrass me like that in front of total strangers? Let me guess, you’ve got no one to play with and were bored?”

“Don’t underestimate my ability to find a playmate, love.” The way he drawled “playmate” was making places below feel like they hadn’t in a long time. So much so that she didn’t even try to bite back. “Anyway, I thought it would be fun,” he teased, his left dimple making an unwanted appearance at that exact moment. “And I could tell you you needed rescuing.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress you need to save, Mikaelson,” she argued.

“Says the girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here,” he shot back. “So, you’re welcome.”

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” The patrons began to chant and tap their glasses, Caroline only just realising they seemed to have an audience of very interested speed daters watching their every move.

“I’m going to need more vodka,” she muttered, “But not here.”

Roosevelt Hotel, Beverly Hills - 2 hours later

“So, this is where you bring all your playmates?” It was the first thing that came to mind when Caroline spied the king size bed taking pride of place in his suite. They’d spent an hour at 25 degrees, the hotel’s poolside bar and were now in his suite.

Inexplicably.

Okay, maybe not so inexplicably.

Caroline wasn’t one to go to a guy’s hotel room - especially this particular one - but between the vodka buzz and the fact Lexi had picked up and Bonnie was enjoying her night in their apartment there wasn’t much choice about where to go.

The vodka had helped loosen her usual inhibitions and, although she’d never say it aloud, Caroline was enjoying his company. Although, if anyone asked about this temporary bout of insanity she’d blame the alcohol.

“ Says the woman who was questioning the existence of said playmates only a few hours earlier.”

“So, you won’t mind if I do this?” She stated, not bothering to ask his permission as she discarded her heels and jumped onto the perfectly made bed. He stopped what he was doing momentarily, his eyes transfixed on her short, black dress and bouncing, blonde waves.

“I’m going to have to tip the maid extra now,” his voice was low, husky almost.

“Maybe she deserves it,” Caroline shot back.

He didn’t respond immediately, just shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. She was watching him do it like it was in slow motion. Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Who knew forearms could be so...appealing?

Caroline was starting to think that she was entering some sort of alternate universe she needed to escape, if only just to keep her sanity and self respect. I mean he was Klaus Mikaelson and she wasn’t one of his “playmates.” Not by a long shot.

“Drink?”

“Water, please,” she replied immediately, he cocked an eyebrow as if to say she was no fun. “I’m a cheap drunk, what can I say? And who knows what else I might trash in this place under the influence?”

He seemed to accept her response, busying himself with drink preparation. “So, why exactly did you go speed dating in the first place?” He asked, filling a tall glass with ice cubes.

“I told you,” she panted, finally tiring of the activity and making herself comfortable on the expansive bed. “Bonnie…”

“I heard that version,” he pressed. “But I want the real one.”

He passed her the water and made himself comfortable on the bed, his aftershave combining with the dizziness and messing with her overall composure.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, and maybe you don’t understand, but spending it alone can kind of suck,” she confessed. “Especially when your roomie kicks you out of the house.”

“I just hope you kick Bennett out on Halloween as payback.”

“You like Halloween?”

“You have no idea, love,” he chuckled. “No rose petals or corny ballads, just blood, guts and general mayhem.”

“Noted.”

“It’s just this ridiculous Hallmark Holiday,” Klaus offered, stretching out further and grazing her legs in the process. “It creates unrealistic expectations.”

“So, it’s Hallmark’s fault?”

“Hallmark is the tip of the iceberg,” he explained. “Every candy company, every florist, every jeweller and don’t even get me started on those terrible things they call romantic comedies.”

“You don’t like romantic comedies?”

“I try to steer clear for my own sanity, Caroline.”

“Not tonight,” she murmured, an idea suddenly coming to mind. “If I’m forced to stay in this mediocre hotel with you then...”

It was a lie and they both knew it but suddenly the less tipsy version of herself felt like she needed an excuse to stay the night with her best friend’s brother in such close quarters.

“I demand a movie marathon.”

“Terminator, Rambo, Rocky?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Mikaelson,” she shot back. “And I happen to know there is a marathon on television tonight.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“I’m deathly serious,” she answered. “But before we start, I’m going to need some popcorn and a shirt.”

“You want my shirt?”

“Not the shirt you’re wearing, lover boy, don’t get so excited. But I can’t sleep in this dress.”

His eyes seemed to linger a little too long on her body and Caroline was trying to do everything in her power to remain calm. Luckily he broke the silence not too long after.

“I’ll get you a shirt, but I’m not going to enjoy these movies at all, understand? I am only watching these ridiculous excuses of cinema because you’ve taken my television hostage?”

2 hours later…

“So, the apparent “virgin who can’t drive” ends up with the step brother? I mean I’m not surprised given the poor and predictable plot but is this kind of union legal in the state of California?”

“For the fiftieth time, he’s not related,” she growled, throwing a few popcorn kernels in his direction. This is about Cher realising that material things in life aren’t everything.”

"Whatever you say, Forbes. Although, tell me after this movie ended she ditched the mansion, the jeep, the designer plaid and knee sock combination outfits and moved to the Valley?”

He was annoying but also eerily observant.

“Yes, I mean maybe? People with money can change.”

“They’ve clearly never met Mikael or Esther.”

He said it quietly but Caroline couldn’t mistake the pain in his voice. She knew about his difficult past but they’d never been close enough to discuss it and given they were lying in the same bed it didn’t seem like the best time to open that pandora’s box.

“Do I have a great choice for you next,” she promised, her eyes sparkling, hoping to lift the mood.

2 hours later…

“Are you crying?”

“No, for the last time I have allergies, Caroline.”

“Inside?”

“The pollen level was high today and the doors in these rooms are forever opening and closing. Maybe the maid doesn’t deserve such a big tip after all.”

Maybe it was cruel, but it was on television and there was no stopping the effects of the Notebook on even the most emotionless male.

2 hours later…

“I thought I’d seen everything,” he scoffed, stretching out tiredly. “She paid a guy to be her wedding date?”

“Not just anyone, he’s hot.”

“He’s an escort.”

“I think it adds to his overall appeal. He knows how to treat a woman because of his experience.”

“And how many escorts have you met?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Wow, if you ever show up to a wedding with a stranger, I’ll be asking for their credentials,” he joked. “Wait, you think he’s attractive?”

“Didn’t I just say that?”

“Each to their own I suppose, but that aside, the whole premise is just unrealistic.”

“It is a movie.”

“Yeah, a romantic comedy,” he shot back. “Case closed. Now, can we please sleep already? I think I deserve it after that marathon effort.”

“Fine,” she conceded, leaning across to turn off the lamp. “I have to say your shirt is very comfortable.”

“It should be," he replied, snuggling into the covers. “That’s my lucky Ramones t-shirt.”

As her head hit the pillow, Caroline was wondering why he gave her that particular shirt to wear. She couldn’t deny just how good the worn fabric felt against her bare skin and how the faint hint of his aftershave consumed her senses.

Sleep was immediate.

When she woke up the next morning and felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her towards him Caroline relished in the feeling. She assumed life would go back to normal but for now she was happy to live in the moment. It was probably better that way.

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TROUBLE WITH NAMES

June 19, 1973

Los Angeles - Like Jack Paar, Lucille Ball has trouble with names. At a party at her home, a lawn bash catered by Chasen's and attended by more television editors than you'll every see in one place, she was mentioning some of the stars who will appear in her show this year, among them John Davis, better known to the public and Miss Ball, when she gets it straight, as John Davidson.

Miss Ball, looking much better in person than she did on the Jack Paar show where she was lighted by Jack the Ripper, did as she usually does, fraternized with her guests before dinner then stood at the microphone where she answered questions from her guests.

One of the first, not surprisingly, was about Watergate; because so many performers have become politically vociferous, they are being asked to give their opinions on the matter.

"What the hell do I know about Watergate?" said Miss Ball, who then went on to say that she did feel television was giving the hearing good coverage.

"People can stop saying that television is no good for anything. I don't mind missing some of the other programming while it is on," she said.

Not too easy with the question, Miss Ball was pleased when someone said he hoped she didn't mind if he changed the subject. "I'm glad you did," said Miss Ball, who then discussed her film version of "Mame," saying the same things she did on the Paar show, that she hopes the people who see her on television will go see the film, that the dancing she does in the film has helped strengthen the leg she broke while skiing and that it is absolutely not true that she did not want Bea Arthur to play Vera.

It is true, however, that Miss Arthur was omitted from the photographic displays Miss Ball had arranged in her garden, pictures showing Miss Ball dancing, Miss Ball with Robert Preston and Miss Ball looking marvelously young, like no more than 45.

The actress' children did not attend the party. Lucy, Jr. was doing "Cabaret" in Flint, Mich., and Desi, Jr. was in parts unknown to his mother, maybe on a date with Joan Crawford.

A New York columnist asked if Liza Minnelli had coached Lucy, Jr., in preparation for the "Cabaret" production, and Miss Ball said no, she did not, that Lucy would have been overwhelmed by the experience.

Most Important Question

Then came the most important question of the evening, was Miss Ball surprised when her son and Miss Minnelli ended their relationship?

"I wasn't," she said. "I've known Liza since she was a little girl and you know you can't domesticate a dynamo.

"Desi was shocked, though. In fact, he was devastated. Then he got a date one night, and I haven't seen him since."

Someone asked the name of the girl and before Miss Ball could answer, someone said it was Merle Oberon, some one else said it was Gloria Swanson, and someone else, more playful than the rest, suggested Dame Edith Evans.

Miss Ball didn't hear any of this, or pretended not to and said she always seemed to get custody of the dogs involved in the romantic affairs of her children.

She now has seven, she said. Liza left Emaline, and Pooky is Desi's dog, and when the visitors recorded that information, Miss Ball said, 'Does that make a story?"

Not really. Not the story Miss Ball is. She has been on television for 22 years now, consecutive years, and is seemingly indestructible. In 10 years, she will probably be announcing the stars who will do her show, among them, no doubt, Merle Oberon.

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FOOTNOTES FROM THE FUTURE

Lucille Ball was then getting ready to premiere her sixth and final season of “Here’s Lucy” on CBS. Although not specified here, some of the guest cast Lucy might have announced at the party were Danny Thomas, Ed McMahon, Jackie Coogan, Andy Griffith, Joan Rivers, Foster Brooks, O.J. Simson, Steve Lawrence, Eydie Gorme, Eddie Albert, Frankie Avalon, Chuck Connors, Milton Berle and Phil Harris. The final season of the series was a rotating roster of celebrities, most playing themselves - or something close.

“Jack Paar Tonight” (1973) is not to be confused with “The Tonight Show” on NBC, a program he hosted in 1957. This was an ABC TV late night talk show that was supposed to rival his successor, Johnny Carson. It failed to do so and was gone by Christmas. Judging by this June 1973 article, Ball must have appeared on the show in its early days, although records are unclear.

The press seems intent on trivializing Desi Arnaz Jr.’s recent break-up with singer Liza Minnelli. Arnaz previously dated actress Patty Duke when he was 17 and she was 23. He accompanied Duke to the 1970 Emmy Awards ceremony where she won the Emmy for Outstanding Single Performance. The relationship became tabloid news and his mother did not approve of them together. Arnaz was subsequently involved with Liza Minnelli, seven years his senior. Arnaz accompanied Minnelli to the Academy Awards ceremony in March 1973 when she won the Oscar for Best Actress for Cabaret. The reporters joke about Desi dating such senior celebs as Merle Oberon (born in 1911, same as Lucille), Joan Crawford (born in 1904), Gloria Swanson (born in 1899), and Dame Edith Evans (born in 1888).

Speaking of Cabaret, Lucie Arnaz was then playing the plum role of Sally Bowles on stage in Flint, Michigan. With Minnelli winning the Golden Statuette just a few months earlier, one can certainly see why having your brother’s Oscar-winning ex-girlfriend coach you might be an “overwhelming experience”. This would not be the first time Lucie would play Bowles. She also did the role closer to home in 1972.

Liza’s father, Vincente Minnelli, directed Lucy and Desi in MGM’s The Long, Long Trailer in 1953. Liza was seven years old at the time.

Meryl Oberon died in 1979 - without ever guest-starring on a Lucille Ball sitcom. A year before her death, in March 1978, however, Oberon and Ball were both in attendance at “The American Film Institute Salute to Henry Fonda” - as close as they ever got.

#Lucille Ball #1973 #Mame #Merle Oberon #Liza Minnelli #Cabaret #Lucie Arnaz #Desi Arnaz Jr.#Jack Paar #Here's Lucy

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Family You Choose

Power Rangers AU Part 3

After the confrontation with Coulson and the Mega-Puttie, Daisy reflects on friends and family.

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The ship Rec Room was startlingly silent for having all 6 Rangers within it, sitting on the couches placed in the room. They had left the clearing quickly after Coulson arrived, barely giving an answer to his request to speak with them. Daisy hadn’t said a word since they got back to the ship, hadn’t made a joke or traded snarky jabs with Trini. She and Jemma were the only ones who hadn’t had to go make excuses to their families so they could have a real Ranger meeting. Part of Daisy regretted that the attack had interrupted date night for the whole team but she couldn’t bring herself to focus on just that, not after that encounter with Coulson.

Daisy wasn’t a stranger to disappointment or feeling like the rug had been pulled out from underneath her, she did grow up in the foster system after all, but she had thought-hoped- that that part of her life was behind her. She was just settling in to her new normal, not just being a Power Ranger, but having a family. Having parents who actually cared about her, who asked about her day at school and made sure she had enough to eat and celebrated when she finally earned her black belt.

A family that suddenly felt like a lie.

“Hey,” Jemma’s voice was soft in Daisy’s ear, same for the hand on her shoulder. Daisy turned her head towards her girlfriend. “Are you sure you’re up for this? It can wait.”

“No,” Daisy shook her head, looking at the destroyed power coin laying on the table, “we need to figure this out. I can deal with my...family stuff later.”

“You don’t have to make light of this Daisy,” Jemma told her softly, reaching for Daisy’s hand and squeezing her fingers. “Not with the others and especially not with me.”

“I know Jem,” Daisy threaded their fingers together. “Just - I can’t right now.”

“Okay,” Jemma leaned forward to press a kiss to Daisy’s cheek. Daisy let her lips pull into a small smile as she and Jemma stood up together.

Juliana looked up from where she was examining the small cut along Valentina’s hairline, courtesy of the battle they had just fought. Juliana caught Daisy’s eye and raised one eyebrow in question. Daisy nodded once, glancing to where Jemma stood to her right. Juliana offered her an understanding smile as she returned the nod.

“Alright,” Juliana said, brushing Valentina’s hair behind her ear before turning to the group. “Let’s go see what Zordon has to say about this.” Juliana picked up the broken green power coin with one hand and led the group of tired Rangers from the Rec Room, down the hall and into the Command Center. Alpha-5 and Zordon were both already present in the room, waiting for the Rangers.

“You were successful,” Zordon noted as the Rangers took what was becoming their customary seats on the stairs. “Our scans no longer pick up any Puttie activity.”

“Yeah, they’re all dusted now,” Trini said. “But what about Rita?”

“With the loss and destruction of the Green Power Coin,” Zordon began solemnly, like he mourned for the lost power, “Rita will be substantially weakened but not completely powerless. It is likely she will return at some point.”

“For the crystal?” Kim asked, feeling something in the back of her mind that had her reaching for Trini and settling a hand on the small of her back. She thought it was her Ranger sense, but none of the others seemed to have felt it. Trini’s tensed muscles relaxed slightly.

“Yes, but also for the Coin,” Zordon’s face moved along the wall until he was near the port around the Morphing Grid. “Rita has been cut off from an almost limitless source of power and will stop at nothing to gain that connection back.”

The energy from the grid was moving, an image of Rita Repulsa as she had been before their battle, covered in green armor and her skin dotted with flecks of gold.

“Rita had access to this power for many years before my time as Ranger, her mastery is unparalleled,” the grid continued to change as Zordon spoke, images of Rita as a mighty warrior appearing and disappearing in a display that might have been beautiful once but now only served to amplify Rita’s terrifying power. “The power of being Ranger combined with Rita’s innate magical abilities drove her mad and made her more dangerous.”

“And the only thing more dangerous than someone who has power,” Juliana spoke lowly, “Is someone who has lost power and will do anything to get it back.”

“Yes, exactly,” Zordon seemed sad as he continued and the Rangers wondered, not for the first time, what exactly happened between Zordon and Rita all those years ago. “Rita will bide her time for now to gather her strength, but it is only a matter of time before she comes back.”

“Great,” Trini muttered under her breath, touching the faint scars on her neck from Rita’s claws. Kim’s hand moved along her back, wrapping around Trini’s hip and pulling her close. Trini let her head fall onto Kim’s shoulder.

“So, what do we do in the meantime?” Daisy asked. “I mean, I know we’ll keep training and watching over Angel Grove and all that but…”

“But Shield could be a problem,” Juliana took over where Daisy had trailed off, nodding her head just the slightest bit to acknowledge the grateful look Jemma sent her way. “If they’ve been monitoring Angel Grove for a while like Agent Coulson said, they could already know more about us than we want them to.”

“Human government organizations have really no control over the Power Rangers,” Alpha said happily. “Even if they know you exist, they have no connection to the Morphing Grid and no way of matching the power you six have.”

“That doesn’t mean they aren’t a threat,” Kimberly said to the helpful robot. “If they figure out who we are when we’re not morphed, they could do any number of things to make us do what they want.”

There was a heavy pause where Daisy wanted to say that they wouldn’t do that, that her father wouldn’t do that but the words won’t come out. She didn’t think that Phil had ever lied to her before, but now everything was different. There was too much up in the air, too much that Daisy thought she knew but wasn’t sure about now. Jemma’s hand slipped into Daisy’s own and squeezed gently. It didn’t make everything better, but it was enough to remind Daisy that even if she had no idea who her parents really were, she wasn’t alone anymore. Jemma wouldn’t abandon her, neither would any of the other girls.

It didn’t make everything better, but it helped.

“You must continue to be cautious,” Zordon was saying as Daisy focused back on the conversation. “Do not morph where you are visible, continue to keep your identities a secret, and stay vigilant. The Power Rangers must always be ready.”

Zordon, without bothering to specify what the Rangers should be ready for, melted back into the wall.

“I love it when he tells us exactly what we need, without all that cryptic nonsense,” Trini said sarcastically, lifting her head from Kim’s shoulder and standing up.

“Maybe we can train him,” Daisy suggested, “like a dog. If he tells us the truth, we give him a treat.”

“What treat? A day where we don’t bother him?”

“Nah, he’d enjoy that too much.”

The six Rangers laughed as they walked out of the Command Center together and none of the others commented when Daisy’s laugh came out a little more forced than normal.

“Bonfire?” Trini asks after moving to Daisy’s side, her voice dropping to a low level that the other Rangers could probably still hear, given their advanced senses, but they had the good sense to stay quiet.

“Yeah,” Daisy said back just as softly. “Don’t really feel like going home yet.”

Trini nodded, turning back to the group. “Everyone down?”

“Who needs sleep anyway?” Kim joked, nodding her head at Trini. Trini offered her a smile in return.

“We’ll meet at the usual spot,” Valentina said, holding her hand out to Juliana and linking their fingers together.

“I’ll get the fire started,” Daisy sent a small smile in Jemma’s direction, nodded at the others, and teleported out in a shimmer of pixelated light.

“She’s not at all okay, is she?” Kim asked, moving to stand next to Trini again. Trini shook her head slightly, leaning in to Kim when the other girl wrapped an arm around her.

“She will be,” Jemma told them without moving her gaze from where Daisy had been standing. “Give us twenty minutes, please.”

“Sure thing, Jem,” Juliana agreed for all of them. Jemma disappeared in her own beam of light a moment later. They stood in silence for a moment before Juliana took Valentina’s hand in her own. “C’mon, let’s check that head injury.”

Juliana pulled Valentina in the direction of the Med Bay by the hand, leaving Trini and Kim in the hall outside the Command Center.

“What do we do now?” Trini asked softly, leaning further into Kimberly now that they were alone. Trini wasn’t as comfortable with PDA yet, they hadn’t even told the others that they were officially together.

“Wait, and be there when Daisy lets us,” Kim slips her arm fully around Trini’s waist to hold the smaller girl close, not completely able to ignore the thrill she feels at being allowed to do so. There would be time to marvel at their new relationship status later, lots of time really, but for now they had a friend who deserved all the help they could give.

Daisy hated the part of herself that was surprised when Jemma showed up at their bonfire spot mere moments after Daisy herself. Daisy hated the part of herself that still believed no one truly wanted to be around her, a part of herself that had been slowly healing as was now back full force.

Jemma didn’t say anything as she moved to stand next to where Daisy was kneeling, moving some dry twigs around before she began nursing the fire to life. Daisy’s movements halted as she felt Jemma approaching, her shoulders tensing in a way that broke Jemma’s heart. She didn’t need to look at Daisy’s expression to know that it would be one of heartbreak but grudging acceptance, any fear hidden behind a clenched jaw and hard eyes. It made Jemma realize just how young they all were. All of them, just children with the weight of the world on their shoulders, but none of them as alone as Daisy felt in that moment.

Try as she might, Jemma knew she could never truly understand what Daisy was going through. She knew her parents loved her from the moment her mum found out she was pregnant. She’d never been given reason to doubt that she was anything but loved and wanted. She’d never been abandoned the way Daisy had been.

“I know I can never understand what you’re going through,” Jemma said softly, lifting one hand to rest it on Daisy’s shoulder, stroking her thumb back and forth until the muscles began to relax. “But I am here. If you want to talk or sit in silence or cry or anything else you need. I’m here…”

Jemma trailed off suddenly the words ‘and I’m never going anywhere’ dying on her tongue because she didn’t think Daisy would appreciate a comment like that. No matter how true it was, coming from Jemma, there was no telling how many times Daisy had been told those exact words only for whoever said them to break that promise later. Jemma wouldn’t be that person, even accidentally.

“I thought I finally found them, a family, parents who really cared,” Daisy said, her voice thick with emotion but she refused to cry. “I just don’t know anymore.”

Jemma wanted to say something about it being okay to not know, but again didn’t think Daisy would be receptive of that. Instead, Jemma knelt down so she and Daisy were on equal footing, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend loosely until Daisy began to lean into her.

“How can I help?” Jemma asked softly, pressing a kiss against Daisy's hairline. Daisy closed her eyes, turning her head to bury her nose against Jemma’s neck and inhaling slowly.

“Just like this,” Daisy said without opening her eyes, leaning her weight on Jemma. Jemma readjusted and then they were sitting in the dirt, completely wrapped around one another, the twigs and dried leaves still unlit beside them. Jemma smoothed her hands over Daisy’s back, humming softly under her breath.

By the time the other’s arrived, Jemma was sure that Daisy had fallen asleep against her chest but the other girl had sat up as the Rangers emerged from the treeline.

“Anyone have a lighter?” Daisy asked, her tone nowhere near as cheery as usual, but not as downtrodden as before. Kimberly fished a lighter out of her pocket and tossed it over. Teasing questions arose over why Kim was carrying a lighter, Daisy was adamant that if she had something she should be sharing, before the Rangers settled down around the growing fire. They split into couples, as was becoming somewhat customary, but if they all sat a little closer together than normal, Daisy wasn’t going to complain.

It was different, she decided, with her friends. She couldn’t deny that there was a small part of herself that was still afraid she would be abandoned again but not by her friends. Not by Jemma. The more time they spent together outside of Ranger duties, the more Daisy was sure of that.

She couldn’t reconcile the lie her adoptive parents had been telling her, but at least she knew she didn’t have to face it all alone.

“So…” Daisy broke the easy silence around them. “Halloween is coming up. What’re your bets that we’re going to have discount Rangers walking around?”

#skimmons #bioquake #juliantina #trimberly #power rangers au part 3 #power rangers au #pr au #ambs writes #another part!!#part 4 will take a bit put i am working on it

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