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nouvxllev · 5 months

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skill issues

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x G!p!Reader

Summary: in which you got reeled into a bandwagon of a fps game by mindy, anika, and chad.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: smut. just pure smut.

a/n: i just love the idea of tara carpenter being a clingy partner (also my first time writing just a chapter full of smut.)

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The clock ticked midnight. Probably even pass that. Actually, you didn't know anymore. Whatever was on your mind was completely erased and replaced by tiny pixels moving in your screen.

Ever since you've joined Tara's friend group, you've also been reeled into a bunch of activities they do on a daily basis. To binge watching scary movies you've begged them not to drag you in, to playing games they recommended to you.

You regret participating in the latter.

It's not like you were having fun, hell, you were having too much fun with this simple FPS mobile game they pulled you in, but the deep dark circles under your eyes were starting to show and you don't really eat anything except for the meals Tara cooks for you. Which are greatly appreciated by a kiss.

"Y/n, what the fuck!? I told you to cover me!" Mindy yelled over your headphones. Actually, it was Tara's headphones desperately lent over to you after days of quiet shouting that didn't really help.

You crouched in reply, knowing Mindy was spectating your character.

You killed, not one, not two, not even four people, but six at once in a group! 3 headshots and 3 body kills. You were pretty proud of yourself, honestly. You just started the game a few weeks ago and you're only getting better and better, you wanted to brag to Tara but she was fast asleep beside you. She was always beside you whenever you play those games with the group, cuddling you as you hold your phone up in the air, but she always ends up falling asleep when you do.

Chad laughs over his mic, "damn, we should've invited Y/n a long time ago. She's good at this game."

You laugh in response, bringing your voice to a whisper. "Even I didn't know I had this in me."

Ever since you and Tara finally made it official, you packed your things and said good riddance to your home and lived together with Tara. It was unexpected, even she was surprised by the spontaneous decision, but the two of you were happy in paradise. Not until you got dragged into the whole 'gaming with those two dipshits™ (by Tara Carpenter, of course.)'

"Anika—! Anika—Wait, shit Anika!" You scream, regrettably, while shooting the opposing team down. Obviously, the luck you had earlier had worn out and you were now staring down at your dead character, groaning.

"I didn't know they were there!" Anika apologized.

"Skill issue." Mindy chimed, you could tell she was leaning back in her chair, looking smug.

"Definitely." Chad blurted, a huff of air he let out.

You rolled your eyes. "Those who didn't carry the team with their 6-kill streak should actually shut up." You went back to the home screen after gg'ing the other team

"Another round?" You exclaimed, and the others cheerfully agreed in the background.

You forgot, for a split second, you were beside one of the most lightest sleepers in the world; your marvelous girlfriend Tara Carpenter. Someone could breathe in her vicinity and she'd almost immediately wake up. Which is why she's staring you down, burning holes in your neck, unimpressed look on her face.

"Y/n," she groaned, "I thought you'd be done by now."

You turned to look at her, and you could only hope it was the darkness fooling your eyes since Tara looked like she was about to scream if not for her reminding herself that you were her girlfriend.

You muted your mic, "One more round, I promise."

"You always say that." She whispered, her arms wrapping around your waist as you were sitting up and you almost melted in her arms, a sigh you let out.

You let your other hand let go of your phone and let your hand relax on her head, soothing her worries of you being on the verge of being one of those mentally unstable gamers who discarded their whole entire life.

Tara was still awake, you could tell by how she tilted her head slightly to look up at you and back to whatever game it is you were so engrossed in.

It was only a few seconds later before Mindy, Anika, and Chad were screaming into the mic and telling eachother to "defend, defend, defend!" or just curse at eachother.

And you, of course, was just resting in paradise while your girlfriend watches over you with half-lidded eyes. But you could tell she was trying to be awake.

You were getting into that headspace where your luck with getting kills increased, and damn were you so happy you could basically convince yourself you were the next top player at this game.

That was until you fumbled over a sniper shot, your finger slipping and your character dying. Your friends were yelling, laughing, but you couldn't focus. Not when Tara's hand was placed firmly on top of your cock.

You froze in place, your eyes, not focused on the screen anymore, but focused on somewhere in the darkness of your room. Her fingers tracing lazy circles around your clothed bulge, only getting larger the more she teases you.

You muted your mic, your hands clutching your phone as you suck in a moan. "Tara, wait, I'm—"

"—Playing?" She finished, looking up at you with her doe-eyes you knew you could never resist. "I'm sure you can play perfectly fine." She replied, her fingers sliding into the waistband of your shorts. You ultimately regretting, and thanking, that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

You were big, you haven't measured it yourself, but Tara worshipped it like it was (and is) so that was enough for confirmation. The tip of your cock was immediately leaking with pre-cum, and it didn't help when Tara kept stroking it, taking her time to graze her thumb along the head.

"Aren't you going to continue playing?" She looked at you, doe eyes and all as if she wasn't giving you the most perfect and maddening handjob you've ever received.

There was something in her voice, something that made you go fucking insane. And something that made you click that respawn button, playing it off as if nothing was happening down below.

You were desperately trying to get a kill, the amount of times you've pressed that damn respawn button was embarrassing. But how could you focus when the most prettiest girl was wrapping her warm lips around the tip of your dick, her hands taking care of the inches that wasn't in her mouth. Yet.

She removed her mouth away from your cock, a soft whine escaping your lips at the loss of contact, but then she adjusted her position. Her body going in between your thighs as she spreads them apart.

You almost, almost, went to heaven when she immediately reattached her soft lips to your dick and slowly started to go deeper.

It was almost pathetic how your hips bucked and your head was thrown back, your eyes rolling in pleasure.

And only a few seconds passed until she was bobbing her head up and down on your cock, her free hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Fuck, that turned you on even more.

You contemplated throwing the game, hell, even your phone, but Tara dug her perfectly manicured nails into your thighs when you were starting to put your phone down.

"Y/n, you're getting out of your game!"

"Noticed."

"I bet 20 bucks she's getting laid by Tara, right now."

The three of them, in order, Chad, Anika, and Mindy all teasing you for getting your dick sucked in the middle of the game. But you didn't care, at all. You didn't have enough trust in yourself to unmute and to deny all sayings, that were 100% true by the way, without having to hold back a moan.

"Fuck, Tara..." You manage to say in a whimper, your hand, which was supposed to be playing the game, was grabbing a handful of Tara's hair. Helping her take in what's left of you, and soon enough, her nose reached your chest, gagging a little bit in the process.

You were going crazy.

It was then you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed her hair, a bit more forcefully, and started to shove yourself back and forth into her mouth. Your hips bucking and gradually getting speed. You could see how her eyes and jaw widened to take more of you. Spit and pre-cum dripping all over her mouth as she looked at you, tears staining her eyes while she closed them whenever she hit the base, gagging all over your cock.

You can feel your legs begin to shake, your head throwing back and your eyes rolling. But that didn't stop you from absolutely railing Tara's mouth against your dick until you've emptied yourself inside of her, forcing her to swallow all of your load.

A minute passed before you slowed down your movements, pulling an exhausted Tara out of your cock. She looked at you dumb, your own cum smeared all over her lips as a grin adorned her abused lips.

"I guess we can say I'm better than that stupid game you're always playing." She rasped, her voice hoarse.

"You did this because you were... jealous of me playing a game?" You chuckled, clearly out of breath. It was cute if you weren't so turned on by the fact Tara was looking at you like that.

She brought her hand up to her mouth, wiping away the excess cum with her thumb and licking it off. "I just wanted to tease you, baby."

You thought that was the end of it, not until Tara threw your phone and headphones away and started to climb on top of you, your still hardened cock right on top of her clit. You didn't even notice she wasn't wearing anything underneath as well until now.

"I'll get you a new one—" she breathed, "I promise. Just, please." She whimpered, god, fuck, you were going insane. "Just fuck me."

And that was everything you needed you hear.

You immediately flipped her around, "Y/n, what the FUCK!—" she screamed as you drilled your cock into her, your hips pulling out your dick and fully slamming it back into her pussy. A broken moan coming out of her lips.

"Shit... Tara, you're driving me crazy." Was all you could mutter before you went faster, your hands going to her hips to hold her steady, and your eyes were focused on your cock easily sliding in and out of her puffy folds, taking all of you at once while Tara could only moan, a new freshly coat of cum taking over your dick.

The way she squeezed around you, milking your cock for all it's worth, made you dizzy and your head start to spin. But that didn't stop you from completely destroying her bit by bit, aiming to break her down.

You pulled her closer to you, your hands going up to her shoulders and aggressively ramming her body against your shaft as if it wasn't so deep enough already. Tara couldn't say, mutter, or even speak a single sentence at this point.

You were fucking her dumb, and shit you loved it.

Your hands slithered up from her shoulders to her neck, lightly choking her before turning her head to you.

"You're so pretty like this, baby. So gorgeous and perfect." You muttered in her ear, every word coming to a hard thrust as Tara's mouth opened, attempting to say something but only coming out as a pathetic moan. "You wanna be fucked like a slut? Be fucked dumb out of your mind?"

Sliding your hands on her back, you pressed down firmly to create the perfect arch as her head was buried into the soft mattress, her hands curling up into a ball as she sobbed with pleasure. You can hear her moaning your name over and over again, screaming and sobbing muffled by the soft pillow under her.

"Answer me, Tara."

"Yes, please!" She pleaded, "God, oh my god." She gulped, her head falling back as she reached her second orgasm, her walls clamping down on your cock and cum dripping down from her abused and assaulted pussy.

Her legs gave up, but you didn't. You continued to ram into her, without a care that she was near peak exhaustion and her sobs were becoming more frequent. Your freehand that wasn't pressing down on her back going over to her clit, overstimulating her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you groaned, "Tara..."

"Cum'n me." She said, breathless, "please. Please, please, please, please—"

After that last plead, you came in her. Your body still thrusting into Tara as you lean towards her, "I love you. I love you so much, my favorite girl." You muttered, pressing kisses all over her cheeks and lips as she breathed for air. But that sweet moment didn't stop you from resuming to pound into her as if it was your last day on earth.

You kept your cock inside of her, pistoning it in and out as you stretched her pussy till it's limit. Until it recognized the shape of your dick, which, you succeeded. The both of you continued until Tara reached her actual peak of exhaustion and collapsed.

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When Tara woke up, she was sore. Sore as fuck. Everything up and down from her head to toe was just relentless pain everywhere. That is, until she turned her head to see you just gazing at her. Softly. As if you didn't ruin her to pieces just hours before.

"Hey," you greeted her, a smile gracing your lips. Tara didn't realize, but you drew her a bath the second she passed out and took care of her yourself. Even changed her to her favorite outfit whenever she just wanted to lay around.

Tara smiled. Despite her sore legs, her sore everything actually, she still managed to cling onto you like a koala. Her arms crushing you as you hugged her back. "Hey." She whispered in your ear, kissing you gently. "Thanks, by the way. For taking care of me." She hugged you even tighter, which you reciprocated.

The two of you sat there for a few minutes, basking in eachothers presence and warmthness. Until you broke the silence. "Tell me the real reason." You pulled back from Tara's tight hug. (You tried to, she was unbudging.)

"I was." She raised an eyebrow, which you also reciprocated.

You chuckled. "I've been your girlfriend and bestfriend for a total of 3 years, Tara. You can't fool me."

She could almost roll her eyes right now if she wouldn't regret it later. "We haven't had sex in a while." She confessed, avoiding your eye contact. "Like, a whole month."

The adorableness there was to Tara Carpenter, the amazing girl you're blessed with, was beyond you. "You could've told me, Tara." You tucked a loose strand between her ear, "you know I like talking with you. Especially about something personal, or maybe something about in our relationship."

"I didn't know how to like," she paused, "really, really, express it." She explained, "also I couldn't since you were on that damn video game for weeks now!"

Yeah, you had to blame yourself for that. Or maybe the crew. "I solemnly swear to not play that game. Well, atleast that often." You held up your pinky, making a pinky promise that you always, always never broken in your life.

Tara chuckled, taking your pinky into hers. "Also your phone has been buzzing like crazy for the last few minutes."

"It's just Mindy bragging about she got rich because she was betting over our sex life."

"What!?" The younger Carpenter screamed.

"Don't worry too much about it." You shrugged it off. "Just a skill issue." You joked.

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a/n: just needed to get this off my brain. idea popped into my head one random day and i've been thinking about it actually doing something about it, and it's probably something i need to do to take of my writers block!!

#tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega

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ordinaryschmuck · 1 year

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Since a LOT of people are giving their Scooby-Doo pitches due to the show that makes Scrappy-Doo seem pleasant in comparison, I figured that I’D hop on this bandwagon as well. Because, you see, Scooby-Doo means a LOT to me. It’s a show I grew up with as a kid and a series that I was excited for with every remake, movie, and special that came out when I was a little tater tot. If I ever get the chance to make a Scooby-Doo series, I’ll absolutely take it. And here’s how’d it go if I was in charge:

The series takes place in Coolsville, a town that’s relatively remembered for its relatively peaceful nature and good vibes...That is until 15-20 years ago when all of these ghosts, ghouls and other unsorted creatures started popping up. Now, it’s the number one spot for tourists to come and see this spookiness for themselves. But are these monsters real? Or is there more to these spooks that meet the eye? For that, there is only ONE team of investigators who’ll find that out for themselves.

Fred Jones is a wannabee boy scout. He tried to join but they wouldn’t let him in because he was too nice and too weirdly good at tying knots and making nets. Fred made the other scouts look bad, so they refused to let him join.

He moved to Coolsville with his Mom, Peggy, who always made sure Fred knew to be a good boy. Lessons he takes to heart, facing the world with respect, a smile, and a good firm handshake that his dad taught him.

Fred’s such a good boy that even when during a high-speed chase with monsters chasing him and his friends, he’ll ALWAYS stop at the first red light he sees. Someone usually has to stomp THEIR foot on the gas in order to get it to go.

Daphne Blake is the popular girl in school. She loves everyone and everyone loves her. No, literally. Daphne became popular just by being nice to every person in school, believing they love her too because of it. Truth is, everyone likes her because she’s rich and would hoping it would benefit them by being her friend. Daphne never really sees this, all the “friends” she has truly do like her. Thankfully, it’s not long until she finds people who REALLY care.

The Blake family is HUGE, with Daphne having six sisters who all went out to be successful, and strengthening the Blake family fortune. Daphne’s hoping that, one day, SHE’LL do something to make her family proud.

Her twin sister, Marcie, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. She despises being a Blake and plans to give away the family fortune at the first chance she gets. If she inherits it, that is.

Velma Dinkley is a little gremlin. And I mean that in the best way possible. She is so hyperactive about solving mysteries surrounding town, maybe forgetting a social cue or two when doing it. She’s a person who would use tweezers to yank out a hair sample without hesitation, just to analyze it for future reference.

Velma also has files on every person in town, believing that the best way to live life is to know all you can about it.

Velma lives with her uncles due to losing her parents. They were top-notch mystery solvers, even owning a little detective agency called Mystery Incorporated, but went missing after their latest case. Or LAST case. She tries her best to figure out what happened to them, even if it means solving every mystery in town.

Norville “Shaggy” Rogers is a--Stick with me here--boy who was cut off by a family that was even RICHER than the Blakes. Through them, he has learned a vast majority of skills that might not SEEM like they come in handy...but you never know. Stuff like mini-golf, cooking, music, and even acting are skills Shaggy learned from stuff his parents put him through.

Shaggy’s family made bank through the snacks industry, and the reason why he got cut off is because of him being an utter embarrassment. They told him to take acting classes, and he signed up for nothing but exclusively improv lessons so he can begin a bit at a drop of a hat. They put him in charge of driving deliveries, and he gave their delivery van a DISGUSTINGLY bright paint job. And when they gave him the chance to make a new product to invest money in, his idea were dog food that people could eat. Dog food named after the dumb hound that was a failure of a security dog.

Needless to say, they kicked Shaggy to the curb, leaving him nothing but the van he ruined and the dog he seemed to LOVE, oh so much. And you know what? Shaggy couldn’t be happier. He hated the rich lifestyle, and is happy to be out on his own with his van and his best friend. Speaking of...

Scooby-Doo is a great dane that can talk. How can he talk? No one knows. Every time someone asks Shaggy how it could be physically possible, he just shrugs and says, “Like, he just DOES.” So, it’s better not to question it.

Same goes for a lot of what Scooby does. He can stand on hind legs and dress like a woman? Sure. He can somehow make a sandwich that’s ten-feet high? Why not? He can DRIVE the VAN? Go for it! It doesn’t make sense, but does it really NEED to?

Needless to say...Velma constantly tries to experiment on Scooby with each new skill that he does.

As for the gang’s dynamics, all the usual stuff is still there.

Fred’s the leader, but not one who gives orders. More like steers them in the right direction. Being the one to speak up and inspire the gang to be their best selves.

Daphne is a people person who has a LOT of connections that can get the gang anywhere they need to go. And anything. Just as long as it’s not TOO expensive. Wouldn’t want to disappoint Mother and Father.

Velma’s the one who already LOVES to do research, always ready to crack on in any case.

Shaggy and Scooby...are still cowards who will run away screaming. But when the first friends they’ve ever made are in danger, you’d better believe they’ll be the first to jump in to save them.

And the relationship is still the same, with some changes.

For Fred and Daphne, it was, of course, love at first catch...You see, Daphne fell off a ladder when hanging decorations for a school dance and Fred caught her. And she’s been falling for him ever since...sometimes in the literal sense.

Velma doesn’t have a crush on Daphne this time, unfortunately. But for Daphne’s twin sister MARCY? Well...

Shaggy and Scooby still get along, with Scooby being more than a best friend to Shaggy. He’s the only family Shaggy has. And the only family he cares for at that.

And Daphne looks at Shaggy’s life, worried if THAT’S what she’ll become one day. But after hearing his outlook on things and how grateful he is for the life he has NOW, Daphne begins wondering if his life really is all that bad...

Finally, there’s the mysteries. Throughout the town, there are these spooky legends that kids and even adults need to be wary of. Like Mother Macabre, a ghost nun who haunts kids that break the rules late at night. Or the Lakeface Monster, a sea creature that guards a lake that looks absurdly like a face.

There’s all kinds of truths to be dug up and unmasked with these monsters and, the more that the gang uncovers, the more they realize that a lot of these mysteries are connected. Each culprit tends to lead a bigger one. A mastermind who’s organizing every mystery in town to hide their own shady deals. The question is WHO? Well, it’s up to a few meddling kids and their dog to figure THAT out.

And that’s my pitch. Thoughts?

#scooby doo #fred jones #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #scooby doo pitch

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inthenameofallthingsholy · 1 year

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What Owl House means to me

TW!: Self Harm, Depression (undiagnosed), anxiety (undiagnosed), suicidal thoughts

The finale of owl house has hit me very hard. I am writing this as of April 7th, 2023, 10:53 pm, EST, approximately 11-12 hours before Watching a dreaming airs and most likely longer before I see it.

I didn’t join the Owl House bandwagon until about a year after it’s release. I binged watched all of season 1 in a day in July, on a shitty loft bed in a cabin on my great aunt’s lake, ignoring my asshole cousin and her asshole friends. This was a few months after I had come out as Bi

I fell in love with the show instantly. The main character was an undiagnosed adhd bisexual bullied kid, just like me. People didn’t understand her just like nobody understood me. She escaped to magical worlds just like me. She was close with her mother, just like me. She was everything to me.

Her best friend, Willow, was a plus sized and bullied girl, just like me.

Her best friend, Gus, was considered a gifted kid in his field who got tricked by people he trusted a lot, just like me

Her love interest had a parent encourage her to stop being friends with someone for being the wrong sort, just like me

It felt like the show was made just for me, with every character being a reflection of my own qualities. I was about to start 8th grade, and I was worried about showing up to my Catholic school open and bi. This show helped me with my fear.

And then August 31st, 2021 happened. I started my first relationship ever, as well as my first relationship with a girl. And Owl house was there for that

During the whole time we were dating, Owl House was there. We were both big fans, and recited quotes of Amity and Luz to each other, the dumb gay fangirls we were.

During the rocky parts of our relationship when it felt like there was nothing we could talk about, we could talk about owl house.

And Owl House was there October 2nd, 2022, when we decided to end it. There are still scenes I struggle to watch because of it. She and I are still best friends, and we still are dumb fangirls, but the show will never feel like it did before.

But like a metaphor for my life, my love for Lumity was overshadowed by Huntlow. As I started to be more into guys, the straight passing ship of Owl House rose to be my favorite. I still love Lumity, but like my relationship, it lost it’s thrill. As if when she and I broke up, Lumity did too.

Huntlow also connected to me because it displayed a curvy girl being adored by this attractive guy. He had a crush on her, not the other way around. Guys didn’t/don’t like me because of my weight a lot, so seeing that couple on screen gave me hope that a guy like Hunter was out there, waiting for me.

And Owl house was there during another time too. Before she and I broke up, before Huntlow became my brainrot, before I even knew anyone was shipping Hunter with people, I was hurting.

Spring 2022 was the worst time for my mental health ever. I was forced into a musical with 4 weeks to learn my lines and if I didn’t in time I would be screamed at by my director. I would put off lines to read fanfic or belt songs out of my vocal range to ruin my voice so I wouldn’t have to do the show. I committed self harm. Every night I prayed God would make it stop or kill me. I had horrible nightmares about my director and the show. It got so bad it felt like I was looking at the face of a dark black vortex, ready to suck me into the deep end where I would die. I had a horrible panic attack on stage during rehearsal, one time. I couldn’t breath, I bawled my eyes out, I scratched and ripped at my arms.

and a few days later, Hollow Mind came out, and Hunter had a panic attack on screen.

I knew it was a different situation. He was breaking from an abusive household while I was just being dramatic about a shitty play (at least that’s what people told me.) And yet, I felt seen. I saw myself in hunter, just like I saw myself in all of the other characters. That day on, he was my favorite. He still is.

So Owl House ending feels like a punch in the gut to me. It hurts so much that I’ll never see these characters on screen again. I’ll (probably) never see Hunter and Willow kiss on screen, canonically. Almost like a metaphor for me never being kissed myself.

And what makes it even worse, is that because of scheduling issues, I can’t watch it live with you all. I’ll probably have to watch it on my phone, on YouTube, hours or even days after it releases. Almost another metaphor for how in 5th grade, my friend was forced to leave the school and I was absent the day he said goodbye to everyone. An event that defines me and my emotions a lot.

So there you have it. Sorry for the trauma dump, but I needed to vent about why this show means so much to me and why I’m heartbroken it’s ending before it’s all over.

i have full faith this fandom will not die. Us weirdos have to stick together.

But that doesn’t make this any less painful for me

I’m sure a lot of you feel the same

Thank you for reading, it means a lot.

Sincerely, Ceci

#the owl house #owl house #watching and dreaming #lumity #huntlow #trauma dump #toh season three #toh watching and dreaming #toh ending #fuck disney

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doberbutts · 2 years

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apologies if youve answered this before but as someone not of the dobe world thats really curious to learn more about the breed, what is it about the dobe temperament thats unlike any other dog breed, especially other breeds known to thrive in protection work? im assuming them being crafted specifically for protection, unlike other "protection breeds" that are usually herding breeds or similar, has something to do with the uniqueness.

I find a lot of their uniqueness is that they are very human-like. They have a human-like intelligence to them, where you look at them and you can tell they’re thinking hard about something. They seem to want to communicate with you and be understood by you. They have a sense of humor and love the sound of their owners’ laughter, often doing things just to see if it gets a rise out of you. I was talking to a friend about how dobermans are shitheads because you’ll tell them not to do something and they will lock eyes with you and then very purposely do exactly the thing you told them not to do without breaking eye contact. And how it’s funny but it’s also not, because they have that sense of mischief to them and it’s hard to be mad at them but also, hey, I literally just said don’t do that.

As far as what distances them from other breeds?

I think it is that many other bitework breeds are herders, and dobermans are not herders, being closer to mastiffs and terriers. Personally I think a good working doberman and a good working airedale are fairly similar in the way they approach their training mindset, and protection airedales I’ve met have tempted me for that reason far more than you’d expect. However the airedale is also far more terrier than a doberman, while I like these traits a lot because I like terriers, I can understand why someone would be somewhat frustrated by them if they wanted specifically a doberman temperament. Mastiffs also work very differently to a doberman, personally while I enjoy a lot of Sushi’s mastiff traits I also kinda don’t, as I think they make her a good dog for the intimidation aspect but I also think there is no substance to back up even her most threatening bark (and, to her credit, there’s not supposed to be in a swissy) and I feel that weakens her temperament compared to a harder dog. Even working mastiffs tend to be soft and squishy with very little seriousness until a certain line is crossed, which I suppose made them good estate guardians and war dogs, but doesn’t really do it for me in the world of personal protection.

Then you have to consider that you cannot conflate “protection” with “protection”. Dobermans are the only breed in the world intended to be solely a personal protection dog. While GSDs, malinois, dutchies, rotties, airedales, beauceron, bullmastiffs, corsos, even neas all joined the bitework bandwagon, these dogs were not intended to serve only the one master and to be at his side all day every day for their entire lives. Police and military dogs often change hands, they aren’t intended to only have one handler for their entire life. Policemen and soldiers die in the line of duty all the time, that’s a waste of a dog if it can’t be placed with someone else. This is a large reason why dobes quickly became unpopular in most of the world for police and military work, because they don’t switch handlers as easily as a GSD or a mal. These dogs may have all been intended to bite people, but only one of them was intended to bite everyone except its sole master.

All of these things combined make them different from even similar breeds. There truly is no other dog like them.

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dawnmon · 2 years

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A list of who and who should not be allowed into the Dream SMP 2 Writers Room (pretty much Do I Like Their Character/Think They’re Well Done).

I am also an Inniter. That says a lot I feel

Aimsey: Yes! Their lore at the start was very good. They pulled out Bangers for their first few lore streams and told a really good story that was ruined by the s4 curse.

Allowed

Antfrost: Don’t know much about his lore besides that he was in the eggpire. also bad tommy takes

Not Allowed (Bad Tommy Takes)

Awesamdude: Yes Absolutely! He’s one of the most consistent characters on the SMP, if not The most, and he plays three separate characters to boot. Very talented, very good lore

Allowed

BadBoyHalo: Nn. No. I loved the Eggpire arc but the s4 victim blaming towards c!Tommy was Not something I’m. comfortable with. So.

Not Allowed (Bad takes)

BoomerNA: Another person I don’t know the lore of too well. From what I Have seen, it was well made and had quite a bit of thought and effort into it. Joined very late into s3 so his potential hasn’t come to fruition.

Allowed

Callahan:

Allowed

CaptainPuffy: Her recent disrespect of lore, to be frank, didn't sit well with me. She’s making a different character for goofing off now, but her trend of droppings arcs before really starting them leads to a really inconsistent character. She also hopped on the c!Tommy Hate bandwagon, which makes zero sense since she was his therapist.

Not Allowed (Inconsistency)

ConnorEatsPants:

Allowed

Dream: He’s the literal owner of and titular character of the server who is tied to all lore. He also has not appeared in main s4, i miss him. I miss c!prime.

Allowed

Eret: Oh absolutely. Her lore is special and she deserves it.

Allowed

Eryn: Like Boomer, they joined very late into s3, but from what i’ve seen put in a lot of effort into their story. They utilize their character’s newness and chaotic nature well. Just needs more time to develop.

Allowed

Foolish Gamers: Absolute beast of a builder. As a writer as well, his character is interesting and his interactions with the egg arc were impactful and had huge consequences on his character. Really solid, though outside of egg lore and his Eret history I don’t know much.

Allowed

Fundy: A sparse character who doesn’t hop on often But Man when he does? He's an absolute treat and I adore his lore. So much effort is put in and he’s often swept to the side despite being a Lmanberg OG, so he gets this.

Allowed

GeorgeNotFound: it would be funny

Allowed

Hannahxxrose: From what I’ve seen of her lore? Yeah! It’s some cool stuff. I like her character. Not much else besides she absolutely was ready to murder Dream on multiple accounts and had nice bank lore.

Allowed

HBomb94: Haha cat maid. (also genuinely has a cool lore moment)

Allowed

ItsAlyssa: If she wants to

Allowed

JackManifoldTV: One of the only examples of a character who hates Tommy Well, because they used to be friends. Very good character.

Allowed

Jschlatt: Haha evil goat man. Seriously, a threatening yet comedic villain during Pogtopia.

Allowed

Karl Jacobs: Yes. His Tales stuff is absolutely phenomenal and expands on the lore so much. Absolutely impressive.

Allowed

LazarBeam and Vikkstar123: Their only lore to my knowledge is getting tortured by Dream and that qualifies them

Allowed

Michaelmcchill: He has some really cool stuff! His radio lore was super cool and I really wish he got to use it to interact more.

Allowed

Nihachu: Oh boy um. Niki’s character really isn’t one I’m too fond of? She’s in this really weird and really contradictory spot honestly. Earlier, it was great, but joining the Syndicate, trying to kill Tommy, and freeing Dream aren’t actions she seems to have reflected on or apologized for.

Not Allowed (Inconsistency)

Ph1LzA: Haha,, no. Terrible advice in s4, frees Dream with no consequences, kills his son and believes it’s justified, absolute mess. CC Phil is great but I Cannot stand his writing.

Not Allowed (Wtf is with this man)

Ponk: PONK! Yes. Really impactful stuff, and is ingrained in server history.

Allowed

Punz: So he’s one im on the fence for mostly because i really don’t like staged disc finale. It feels like a cheap twist for a cheap twist and it’s disappointing because I liked his character a lot before it. Disregarding it I Like his lore post breakout retcon with Dream but Man it sours me.

Not Allowed (On the fence)

Purpled: Really cool lore! Utilizes his lack of lore to actually better his character in the Las Nevadas Arc.

Allowed

Quackity: ABSOLUTELY! Las Nevadas is such an incredible arc and so much effort is put into his stuff. I could go on for ages but he’s such a good, consistent, and well written character.

Allowed

Ranboo: Mmmm. So, his decision to have irl time = smp time is just One of my many frustrations. I liked his lore in the start, but it’s been a year and a half and we’ve gotten basically no answers or payoff at all. His treatment of c!Tommy is also something that frustrates me a Lot looking back and it’s not intentional. I dunno. His character irritates me.

Not Allowed (Stagnation and c!Tommy treatment)

Sapnap: So I really liked his resolve to kill Dream and then. That arc died. But I Do really like his relationship with Dream and how that’s evolved. There’s some bits I am Eh on but nothing Too bad.

Allowed

Seapeekay: Another late addition but I really am intrigued by his stuff! It’s super neat. Deserves more time.

Allowed

Skeppy: Lol gem man. Honestly the table conversation alone should admit him but also his egg stuff was cool.

Allowed

Slimecicle: Yes! Such a good character oh wow. I really liked Slime/c!Charlie, his interactions with everyone were so amazing and I really wish he came back to life.

Allowed

Technoblade: No.

Not Allowed (Not in a million years.)

TinaKitten; Don’t know anything about their lore!

Not Allowed (Lack of knowledge)

TommyInnit: I’m an Inniter

Allowed

Tubbo: So even before he was a leading cause of my S4 distaste, he was kind of on the fence. Knocked it out of the Park with the L’MB anniversary stream, but Cookie Outpost was super Eh for me, and Saving Michael and Everything after was the nail in the coffin. Goodbye to 2/3 of Benchtrio, if only your writing was better.

Not Allowed (Ruined S4!)

Wilbur Soot: Last one, Wilbur! Yeah. Recent s4 mishap aside, such a solid character and writer especially. Should’ve stayed in written form but ultimately really good and deserves it.

Allowed

——————

All Unalloweds:

Tina (Don’t know enough)

Ant (bad tommy takes)

Tubbo (Ruined S4)

Puffy (Inconsistent and also soured S4)

Punz (Seemed to genuinely care about Tommy And Then Didn’t, plot twist bad)

BBH (Has Yikes takes on c!prime)

Everyone in Syndicate (minus connor)

#i will be slain for this ^^#Tubbo neg #puffy neg #syndicate neg #bbh neg #antfrost neg #punz neg #dream smp #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #fundy #eret #jack manifold #quackity

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Rather Be Devisive Than Indecisive pt. 2

You weren't planning to help Techno again, but here you are with his horse.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- I really wanted to do second part anyways! So thanks a bunch!

- this story is long 😪 it'll all make sense though!

- part 1 is here!

- masterlist!

To say everything went south was a understatement. Everything went to hell, and you were currently living in it. You missed watching the sunset standing ontop L'Manburg's walls, you missed the peacefulness before the war. Maybe back then was too good to be true.

After the last encounter with Technoblade you had turned back to help Tommy and Tubbo. You tried to help wherever you could because you can see everyone drift apart, the main reason people came together was gone and dead. You tried to be a bigger sibling to both of them, and you tried to Tubbo and the former citizens repair the crater Wilbur left behind.

It took years, but L'Manburg was new and fresh again, with the help of Tubbo's new cabinet of trusted people L'Manburg was peaceful again. Tubbo had made you apart of his cabinet as well as Quackity, Fundy, Tommy and Karl. It was a new beginning.

There were days where you wondered if Wilbur would get a funeral. Schlatt had gotton a funeral, but you saw first hand how that went it wasnt a somber moment at all. It was for the best, they had mixed feelings about Wilbur and you dont blame them.

You had a new family, but there were things unkown to you, things that are being created out of your knowledge and that scared you. We have new L'manburg, but it isnt the same you dont know how long Tubbo could uphold peace in this new kingdom.

New things were created from the end of a old one.

It was a peaceful day in L'Manburg just as Tubbo promised the new citizens. You had stayed busy the whole day until a certian blonde came around your house frantically urging you to get outside and follow him

"C'mon! Just follow me! I have something to show you!"

"Tommy what are you talking about?!"

"Its VERY important, hurry! I dont want him to leave that spot."

Tommy had dragged you by the arm to the pier that evening and kept chanting that he had to show you something of utmost importance. You were trying to ask questions and keep up with his pace as he weaved through buildings claiming they were a "shortcut". Tommy stopped you at the pier and stood to your side, he was looking back and forth at the end of the pier to the water and back to you again.

You were about to ask why you were there until you saw a familiar man.

"Oh! Hello! Tommy who is this?"

He was pale, no, he was transparent. He looked pale, the sunset's dull rays made it seem like he still had skin. He had a yellow sweater on with brown pants and black shoes. He looked comfortable, he looked free. Next to his side there was a sheep on a leash with blue dye, you noticed it was poorly dyed too the dye was dripping from its wool. It was Wilbur, physically, but it wasn't HIM.

"He's Ghostbur." Tommy whispered to you while he stood between you two.

"Yes, I'm Ghostbur!" The ghost cheerfully said.

"This- this is y/n. Dont you remember?" Tommy cautiously asked Ghostbur.

Ghostbur had a look of confusion and curiosity on his face. He seemed so pure compared to when he was alive.

"No..I can't, but I would love to know." He stuck out his hand in a greeting.

"Hi I'm ghostbur!"

"I'm y/n." You said lowly.

You tried to reach out and grab his hand but it went straight through. You hated it, he's gone and you couldn't bring him back. It isn't him, but Ghostbur maybe better, Wilbur is gone and thats okay. Something came out of nothing, you kept telling yourself that everything was okay, but now seeing Ghostbur so naive and pure and free of the world's weight you believed everything would be fine.

"Im sorry. Im transparent, and I have no flesh." Ghostbur smiled.

"That's fine." You paused looking for the right words. "Do you know what you did? To L'Manburg?"

"Believe me, he dosen't. I tried." Tommy said to you.

"I couldn't belive I would do such a thing." Ghostbur added on.

"He shares no memories of Wilbur. Basically a new person." Tommy continued.

"That's great." You perked up. "It's bittersweet ya know. But Im happy you're here Ghostbur!"

"Im happy I'm here too, and Im happy I met you today." Ghostbur smiled at you while his sheep walked towards you, he unknowingly rubbed up against you putting blue dye on your clothes.

"Oh! This is Friend! I forgot to mention him to you. You can pet him!"

You didnt want to. He was dripping with dye, but you did it to appease Ghostbur. Tommy cringed while you petted the slightly wet, blue sheep. Once you were done your hand was blue, you rubbed it on your clothes that were already blue.

"I think he likes you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

You were so thankful for Tommy bringing you to that pier. It was the closure you needed to move on and focus on building a new life for all of you. A peaceful life, but it seemed too good to be true. Days went by like normal and that sometimes was too much for you. You worked on new buildings and worked with Tubbo's cabinet too, that was a new normality for you.

The unknown scared you, but you had your family here. You had made amends with them and now and this is what you wanted. But then again it all seemed too good to be true.

Nobody had told you anything, you weren't in cabinet meetings, nor around Tubbo or Tommy. You felt shut out, you felt sick. The cabinet had decided to do something about Tommy and Dream started to become involved in Tommy's predicament. Soon after Tommy was in court, stripped away of his vice presidency, and had been put on probation.

Tubbo had come to you about Tommy being exiled. There was a huge meeting with the cabient and Dream about that situation and you had stayed silent the whole time. You wanted what was best for L'Manburg, but Tommy was like a brother to you, you couldn't send him away to fend for himself. You could see the confliction on Tubbo's face as he was going through the same dilemma as you were.

In the end Dream gave Tubboo 3 days to chose if to exile Tommy or not.

Tubbo had talked to you about the situation before the second day came. You two were in the same boat when it came to exiling him. You two had came to a conclusion, Tubbo just had to talk with the rest of his cabinent for a final conclusion.

The second day came and the plan switched immediately when Tommy came and introduced it. He wanted to fight back against Dream, of course he did, but he wanted another man to come and help. They wanted Technoblade to join their revolt. Quackity and Fundy agreed with the idea, but Tubbo was more cautious. You hated it.

Technoblade wasn't a subject nor person you wanted to be associated with ever since that night in Pogtopia. After all this time you had forgotten about him, you had forgotten your failed attempt at rekindling your friendship until now.

Tubbo was cautious, but you were 100% against it. Tubbo agreed with the rest of the cabinet and Tommy. They eventually asked you, and of course you said no, but it didn't matter, majority rules in this case.

You all approched Dream intop of the obsidian walls with your final decision.

"We have come to a decision. Look around." Tubbk leaded.

"There's giant, obsidian walls." Dream answered calmly.

"There is, there is Dream. And that's a problem, okay? This is funny actually." Tubbo turned back to Tommy. "Tommy, I am- I am so sorry."

Tubbo continues to talk to Dream. "I have come to the decision, that it'll be better for the nation the most logical thing to do is for Tommy to be exiled from L'Manburg."

"What?"

"Tubbo?!"

"Teaming up with Technoblade is an awful idea! It's an awful idea!"

Oh thank goodness.

"We just had this conversation!" Fundy yelled.

"No! No! Okay?! Nothing! Involving any kind of conflict is not safe for this nation! You've undermined my authority from the get go! Okay! All of you! No one here has respected me. You all jump on these merry little bandwagons of destruction. It's not okay!"

Tubbo was livid. His face was turning red and will keep doing so if he kept yelling. You felt a familiar breeze beside you as you saw Ghostbur standing next to you and behind Tommy. He smiled at you and continued yo listen to Tubbo's angry speech. You wondered why he was here, why he showed up at times and then left. Like he only needed to listen and not give any input.

"You cant go back on the plan now?! What the hell?!" Tommy yelled.

"When I was sworn in I made a promise to do what was best for the nation. And right now, Tommy you, your presence here is not the best for his nation."

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you think ghostbur noticed. You were happy that you didnt need to see Technoblade again, but you were going to lose what you would call a brother. You started to backtrack on your final decision, you belived Tubbo was in thr right. Tubbo wanted what was best for L'Manburg and what was best for L'Manburg was for Tommy to be exiled. You wished there was another way, but you know Tommy was stubborn it wouldn't work that easy.

Your mind kept wandering to if Tubbo decided to team with Technoblade. He was right there would be destruction, a huge war and probably the end of L'Manburg. You didn't want that again, you didn't want to see him again. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew L'Manburg was brand new.

"Dream, please detain and escort Tommy out of my country."

Tommy was gone. Its been weeks, four weeks to be exact. L'Manburg was peaceful, everywhere was peaceful, but you had to admit that you missed him. Fundy and Quackity tried to convince Tubbo to bring Tommy back, but he already made up his mind. He was confident in his decision, you were proud he was ruling L'Manburg confidently, but everyone was weary.

You haven't seen Ghostbur around either, he must've been floating around somewhere. It's none of your business.

The walls have been taken down and L'Manburg was independent again. There were sacrifices to be made. There were a lot of sacrifices to be made to keep L'Manburg up, and you kept asking yourself if everything was worth it. Was the discs worth that much to Tommy? Was L'Manburg even a good choice to begin with?

Was Technoblade right?

The Butcher Gang. They were calling themselves The Butcher Gang. The cabinet had several meeting and came ti the decisions that the biggest problems in L'Manburg were Technoblade and Dream. The cabinet decided not to kill Dream because of the fact that he was allies with L'Manburg, so they decided to try and kill Technoblade.

Dumbasses. You've mentioned to Tubbo that he was a very, very, very dangerous man. Tubbo has seen him before! You asked Tubbo constantly why did he wants to kill him when he says that he didn't want to team up with him. Tubbo said it was for the better of L'Manburg, but dosent he know that might cause even more trouble?

You didnt want to join them, you couldn't risk your life for something that is impossible to achieve. You separated from the cabinet, you couldn't watch them do this and you tried to stop them, but they insisted on the act.

Lately you've seen more of Ghostbur and that made you happy. It made you happy he wanted to spend time with you and it made you forget the trouble brewing in the cabinet.

"What's wrong?" Ghostbur asked while sitting on the edge of the pier with you, and Friend who was tied to one of the pier's poles.

"It's nothing Ghostbur." You said with a sigh.

"Good!" He cheerfully said.

"Can I actually tel you something?" You asked again, you wanted to get this off of your chest.

"Of course." He smiled.

You sighed and then began to speak as you looked out to the water. "It's the cabinet, its Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity that's the problem."

"But they are wonderful people! What can they do wrong?" Ghostbur suddenly asked.

"They want to kill someone, Ghostbur."

"Maybe it was a misunderstanding."

"I dont- I dont think so." You hung your head looking at your feet.

"Ghostbur, they want to kill Technoblade and I dont-"

"Technoblade?! That's my friend! Why- why would they want to kill him?"

Your heart felt heavy at his words. Another point not to kill Technoblade, you didn't want Ghostbur to hurt, not like Wilbur.

"He was a friend of mine too once. When L'Manburg first got blown up he- we betrayed L'Manburg and then spawned 3 wither skeletons to destroy the rest of the citizens." You explained to Ghostbur's disrught face.

"You wouldn't do that! You're kind!" Ghostbur exclaimed.

"It wasn't my best decision Ghostbur. People can make bad mistakes. A lot of people do. They aren't pure like you." You smiled softly at him.

A long hush fell over the two of you until Ghostbur perked up.

"We need to save Technoblade!" He exclaimed.

"Ghostbur I cant do that."

"Why not?"

"Because me and Techno aren't friends anymore." You said sadly.

"Why not?"

You couldn't answer that. You can, you can give the right answer, but at this moment you couldnt tell the ghost who suddenly stood up next to you.

"If I take you to where Technoblade lives will you feel better?" Ghostbur asked with Friend's leash in his hands.

Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity didnt know where Technoblade lives and desperately wanted to know to kill him. Maybe this was a good idea. You tried to convince yourself that as you walked side by side with Ghostbur. You had followed him through the woods as he weaved in and out of the trees. Friend was following Ghostbur as well, he wouldn't let Friend stay anywhere out of his sight.

You were getting special treatment, you were about to find out where Technoblade lived before The Butcher Gang would. Would you be considered a traitor again? Tubbo wouldn't want you back in the cabinet if you knew where Technoblade lived and you didnt tell him.

The atmosphere got colder as you two ventured on, you didnt know he would retreat all the way out here. It was snowing and you didn't bring any type of warm clothing considering L'Manburg was rather warm. Ghostbur had no problem, neither did Friend. Luckily you saw a light in the dark woods. It was further away, but you could see the light expand as you two treaded over towards it.

"That's the house!" Ghostbur pointed too.

You two reached the end of the woods and before you was an opening. There was blanket of white snow everywhere, there were footprints in the snow, but they were being covered by the falling snow above you. It was a valley and the only thing there was a beautiful wooden house. It was errie, the only civilization here was was Technoblade who lived in the house.

"It's pretty lonely." You said still cautious of the situation.

"Yeah it's sad, but we're here and it's okay!" Ghostbur said.

"Sure." You whispered as Ghostbur continues to lead the way.

You two got closer and closer to the house and you continued to try and back out. It's too late to do so now, you didnt even feel like walking back to L'Manburg after you confront Technoblade again. The two of you were heading up to his door, your heart was beating heavier as you got to his door. You brought your fist up to knock on the door, hopefully he was home because you were freezing cold. You harshly knocked on his door and awaited for his response.

You two waited for a while, but no one was opening the door.

"Ghostbur why don't you go inside?"

"I'll just peak my head in!" He answered and did so. His head phased through the door and then he came back out with a frown on his face. "No one is in there."

"Why did we come here?" You sulked and started to turn away from the door.

"Why the hell are you two here at night?!"

"Oh! Techno! Hi!"

Shit. You were looking into his eyes and you froze when he turned to you. This was the first time you've seen him in years ever since Pogtopia, you hated it. It was embarrassing you tried to become friends long ago, but that failed, and now you were here again. He probably saw you as desperate, coming back to him after betraying him.

"Hello Ghostbur. How are you?" Technoblade walked in between the two of you opening the door to his house. When he walked in he intentionally left the door open for you and Ghostbur. Luckily it was warmer inside and you welcomed it.

"Im good! But we are here for you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

"Oh really?" Technoblade said while occupying himself with something else, not even bothering to look at the two of you standing awkwardly at his closed door.

"Yeah, Y/N tell him!" Ghostbur urged you on.

You paused for a second before speaking to Technoblade, who wasnt even paying attention. "There's these people called the Butcher Gang."

"Sounds stupid."

"Yeah it is. And they want you."

Techno scoffed. "Want me for what?"

You knew Technoblade was smarter than this. He was bouncing around the room not even sparing a glance towards you. He wasn't paying attention.

"They want to kill you Technoblade."

He stopped all of his movements, stood up to his full height and looked towards you and Ghostbur for the first time you've been in his house.

"You better not be screwing with me."

"Why would I?!" You got offended by his statement.

"I dont know, because you show up to my house out of nowhere and tell me that people are trying to kill me. This could be a setup! I cant trust-"

"Okay! The Butcher Gang is Tubbo, Quackity and Fundy. Thats all I know of who's in the group. They want to kill you because you are a threat to L'Manburg. Trust me!" You cut him off and explained.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Technoblade asked you.

"Dont kill them, but I wanted to warn you. They are being reckless and since you're out here they shouldn't bother you. They're looking for more trouble, Tubbo already has a lot on his plate, this isn't a good idea for you nor L'Manburg."

You finished your statement still weary of this whole situation. You hated being in this situation, Techno's presence didn't make you uncomfortable it was just seeing him and warning him of future danger. You two weren't even considered close, why were you here? You were here for L'Manburg.

"Okay. I'll try. No promises though." Techno smirked and continued doing whatever task he was doing.

You found somewhere to sit for the time being knowing that you two wouldn't talk. Looking around the room you realized that Friend was alone inside the house without Ghostbur. You looked outside and saw him walking from the woods again in a rushed pace. You didn't know he left, he phased back into the house.

"They say they're gonna kill you. Y/n was right." Ghostbur says.

"Were you two leading them to my house?!"

"No."

"No we didn't! We didn't even know they were coming today!" You stood up looking out the window in search of Tubbo and the rest of them.

"Ghostbur who was with them?" You asked as Techno ran around the rooms for weapons and armor.

"Um, Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity..Oh! And Ranboo."

"Ranboo?!" That poor kid. What is he doing?

"Eventhough I hate to say this. I don't trust you. Get out." Technoblade paused infront of you before rushing to the other room. "And tell them I'm not home!"

"And if that dosent work?!" You yelled back.

"Then to hell with them!"

You rushed outside with Ghostbur, hoping that the Butcher Gang dosen't notice you were leaving Technoblade's house. It was too late, they were already lined up outside with full netherite armor and gear.

"Y/n?!"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Tubbo asked as you made your way towards them.

"Im- I wanted to try and rekindle mine and Technoblade's relationship." You used an old lie to get yourself out of this situation. This was an already bad look on you, hopefully your lie would work.

"I thought your friendship ended a long time ago?" Tubbo asked again.

"It did, but I wanted to try again." This was embarrassing, now you really seem desperate.

"I see, then move out of our way." Tubbo asked you harshly.

"Uh- hey." Technoblade came out of his house with full netherite too, you weren't protected, so you will have to stay out of the way.

"Why have you guys come all the way over here to my humble abode?" Technoblade started walking towards his stable where he kelt his horse. He tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem to work. As he moved you moved with him trying not to be inbetween the dangerous men with swords and enchanted armor.

"You need to pay for your war crimes." Tubbo said while following Technoblade.

"That was like- that's in the past! Alright, that was a different Technoblade. Im a changed man now! Im in retirement! Im a good person now Tubbo!" Technoblade dragged on as Tubbo just hummed in response.

Quackity spoke up. "Technoblade you exploded L'Manburg with fucking withers."

"You literally spawned Withers everywhere!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"Im sorry, Im sorry Technoblade as much as you changed you have to be brought to justice for that." Quackity interrupted Tubbo.

The Butcher Gang tried to speak to Technoblade at the same time, when Technoblade spoke up over them all.

"Listen guys! I've gone through so much effort over the past month to change my violent ways! I've reformed alright? The voices, they demand blood! And I- I have been denying THEM! Ive been fighting back! Please! Please dont make me kill all of you, please just leave."

You guess he has changed, but you knew somewhere in your mind that he wasn't talking about just the Butcher Gang, he was including you too. You were somewhat confident that you wouldn't be attacked or killed, but you were terribly wrong before.

There was back and forth banter between the two of them. Techno had tried to show the gang his bees and tried to make a run for it.

"Techno!"

"Hey!"

"He's running!"

The gang started running towards him, but instead of continuing he stopped and turned to them. You were trailing behind trying to catch up to them, you kept running after them. You were not equipped for this night, you didn't know Ghostbur was going to bring you out in the open cold. You could hear Ghostbur behind you as you continued to run towards them.

"Y/N you're gonna damage yourself!" Ghostbur's voice became more echoed and further away as you tried to get closer to the gang before they got killed.

"There's no other way."

"Tubbo dont be stupid!" You were right behind the Butcher Gang.

"There's no other way!"

Fuck

"I CHOSE BLOOD!"

A cloud of smoke enveloped the 6 of you and you suddenly could see. You could only see the glint of everyone's armor.

"Y/N get behind us!" Tubbo tried to blocked you off from reaching Technoblade.

"Why didn't you bring any armor?!" Quackity yelled.

"I didn't think i was gonna be fucking out here!"

Technoblade must've set off multiple smoke bombs because the smoke wouldn't stop, the smoke made you woozy, but the others didnt seemed phased by it at all and kept fighting Technoblade. Your lungs felt full, and you felt like passing out, but you wouldn't allow yourself to do so.

"Tubbo stop this!" You yelled out when the smoke cleared a little.

"No! He needs to pay!" He said while fighting with Fundy.

The air was still hazy and you lost sight of people occasionally. Whipping your head around you were met with what felt like the butt of a axe. You quickly saw a split second of a shiny axe and then a pain in your chest spiked up. You double back and tried to recover, but then you've been sliced in the thigh and a deep cut in your side taking you down to the ground. You were bleeding out and desperately trying to heal the wound in your side. You felt your consciousness slowly slip from you as you laid on the snow. The warm contrast of your blood compared to the cold snow was sad. You always get hurt, no matter what you do. It's inevitable, and you finally gotten used to it.

The last thing you heard was yelling, but it slowly faded out.

You were warm, and not in the middle of nowhere anymore. You opened your eyes to see yourself staring at a polished wood ceiling, the soft pillows and blankets around you made everything feel so much better. Your whole body hurts, you dont want to move nor do you want to remember. Thank goodness that someone had patched you up, you didn't want to die. You tried shifting your body but the pain in your side was denying any movement.

"Oh! You're awake thank God!" A voice called out from your side. You looked over to see the half human hafl enderman sitting in a chair by a window. "I thought you weren't gonna wake up! Tubbo and the rest if the cabinet was worried as well."

"Were you the one who patched me up?" You asked carefully.

"Yeah! Luckily I can see in that fog, so I took you away and patched you up." Ranboo smiled.

"Who- who hit me?" You asked trying to sit up again.

Ranboo paused. "Technoblade." Ranboo said in a somber tone.

"I see." You sighed.

Ranboo helped you sit back on the headboard of the bed and you two continued to talk.

"Are you mad at him?"

"Im just upset. Its okay, he said he'll kill all of us so I knew he would." You kept your gaze at you lap.

"Yeah I get it." Ranboo replied.

"I have a question ranboo!" You perked up.

"Yeah? Shoot."

"Why did you join the Butcher Gang?" You asked the taller man. He stayed silent thinking of a right answer before actually speaking.

"They were nice to me. I trust people who are nice to me, that show me kindness and treat me with respect. I know its lame, my answer isn't fully fleshed out, but that's the reason." Ranboo shrugged and you nodded.

You would love to know Ranboo more, he seems like a great guy, but he's just lost.

"Oh! I forgot! You have a letter!" Ranboo walked around the bed and brought out a folded piece of paper and handed it to you.

You unfolded it and began to read.

𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

- 𝘋

"Execution site?" You looked towards Ranboo.

"Oh yeah! Technoblade's execution is today an-"

"How the hell did you get him?!" You interrupted him. "Im sorry."

Ranboo looked shocked before composing himself. "Dont worry! Well, we took his horse hostage and he immediately wanted to surrender if we didn't let Carl go." Ranboo gathered stuff around the room. "And the execution is today, happening in a few minutes and I need to be there. I'll be back soon to check up on you!"

You nodded and continued to listen to him.

"Are- are you coming?" Ranboo sent one last glance towards you before making his way out.

"You know you dont HAVE to go." You said trying to ease the tension.

"I know. I really do know." He sighed. "Are you sure you dont want to?"

"No, Im okay." You sent him a smile.

You had lied again. Of course you didn't want to see Technoblade get killed, but that note that was left made you go to the cave. You trudged you way up to said cave, even though the pain in your side was unbearable you continued on. Once you had gotton up to the cave, you peaked inside cautiously. You saw a man in a cloak with a familiar mask on with Technoblade's horse. You knew it was Dream.

"Hello."

"Hello Dream."

"I will cut right to the chase. Take Carl and wait here. I have other work to do." He handed you the reigns to Carl and started to leave.

"Excuse me!? What do I do? Why do I wait here?!" You yelled after him and he just waved you off.

You rolled your eyes and found a stone in the cave to rest against with Carl's reigns lazily in your hands.

You didnt know what time it was, but the sun was slowly going down, it wasn't particularly sunset, but you knew it was late. Your eyes began to close until your heard screaming in the distance. You sat up slowly, now fully alert. You held Carl's reigns tighter as you backed into the cave more and more.

Footsteps were heard in the distance coming up to the cave and you thought if Dream had set you up for failure. The footsteps grew louder until a panting Technoblade appeared at the entrance at the cave. He looked horrible, he was thinking the same thing about you.

You two exchanged no words. You didn't want to say anything, what would you even say? He rushed over to Carl and started petting him. "Carl you're okay!"

You hummed as you and Techno shared a glance. He smiled at you. He smiled at you. It's been so long since you've seen him smile. He didn't need words to communicate, his eyes and smile said enough. You matched his smile and gave him a knowing nod and he did the same.

"Feel better eh?" Technoblade started conversation.

"Not really. What about you?"

"Eh- used a totem of undying just now."

"What?! Really?" You exclaimed. "I guess that's why you're here now huh?"

"Yeah I'll tell you about it sometimes." He smiled and climbed atop of his horse and you could see him thinking. "Im sorry too. You almost died cause of me. Thats is unacceptable, I shouldn't- I shouldn't have attacked you. I couldn't-"

"You cant control it. It's gonna take me awhile to recover, but..." You touched your bandaged cut. "It'll take me some time."

Technoblade nodded knowing what you meant. He could always read your mind somehow, thats what made you two work. Knowing eachother. He sent you one last silent goodbye before riding out of the cave. You knew that trust was somewhat restored, and that you two were better than before. This might be a new beginning.

A very angry Quackity came running around the corner of the cave and spotted you leaving. He whipped his head around to you.

"Hey! Where the fuck is Techno?!" He yelled at you.

"I don't know-"

"Dont bullshit me!"

"I. Don't. Know." You said more sternly. He gave you a hard glare before running away.

You went the opposite way trying to make it back to the room you woke up in before Ranboo came back.

Earlier you were desperately trying to befriend Techno, but things come more naturally you learned. You cant rush things, nor control this world. Things will fall into place, your and Technoblade's friendship will blossom again.

You will never find peace, but that's okay. You should be used to it by now. Everything is chaotic, but everything will be okay.

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baited-beth · 3 years

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How I realised the world was mad

Back in 2018 I attended London Pride. I'm not LGB or T, but my friend, let's call her Katie, invited me to join her group. The group consisted of:

three female university friends;

her childhood female friend, who we'll call Alex, who had recently come out as trans; and

Alex's boyfriend.

I'd known Katie since I was 11, so I'd met Alex a few times over the years, but I'd only met her university friends once and wasn't that familiar with them. Katie and Alex were both running late, so I arrived and met with Katie's uni friends. While we were waiting for the others, the parade started.

Now for those who don't know, London Pride 2018 made headlines after a Lesbian feminist group called Get the L Out pushed their way to the front of the parade. This was in protest of the LGBT community's support for trans women who are attracted to natal women classing themselves as lesbians, as this reclassified sexual attraction as being based on gender identity rather than sex.

Everyone in the crowd started booing and jeering. Katie's friends seemed incredibly offended and spoke passionately about how awful it was that these 'TERFs' had seen fit to push their way into such an inclusive event with their bigoted message. I knew nothing. I had never been exposed to this debate before and, in truth, knew little about trans people. However I didn't want to seem uneducated on what seemed to be such an important issue, or to say anything upsetting when Alex arrived, so I listened intently and nodded rather than ask questions.

When I went to see my parents a few days later and mentioned the incident, I was shocked when my mum's reaction to Get the L Out was "good for them!" I had never considered my mum to be capable of bigotry, but here it was coming right out of her mouth. Did she not understand that trans people couldn't help being trans? That they'd been born in the wrong body? We both silently agreed not to speak on the subject because we didn't want to lose each other. But the fact she had been so opposed niggled me. It was the first inkling that I shouldn't blindly agree with the attitudes I'd witnessed at Pride.

Maybe 18 months later I finally took up my mum's suggestion that I read Invisible Women by Caroline Criado-Perez. The book covers how the gap in sex disaggregated data has massive impact on equality for women. It was a revelation. The issues covered seemed so obvious, but also I'd never thought about them. It's just how things were. Women are more likely to die in a car crash? That's because crash test dummies are modeled on the average man. Women in refugee camps have UTIs and any number of seriously dangerous infections? The toilet and washing provisions are gender neutral and they're at high risk of being raped, so they avoid them.

But all around me the message was that sex didn't matter and we should scrap it for gender identity. It just didn't add up. And not only did it not add up, I didn't feel like I could talk to anyone about it without being dismissed as a right wing bigot, even though it was just questions.

What solidified my thoughts was a going to see Caroline Criado-Perez (and her dog) and Helen Lewis talk at an event. Helen Lewis had recently written 'Difficult Women', a book which looks at 11 women who were instrumental to feminism, but who were also very flawed. It was another revelation. Here was someone talking about how humans are multifaceted and how they grow and develop their beliefs. Something someone believes aged 20 is not what they might believe at 30. It cemented my belief in getting views from across the board and not judging someone's entire character and contribution to society on the basis on one tweet.

The next day I told a grad I was mentoring at work about the talk and how interesting it was. Her reaction was "but isn't Helen Lewis a TERF?" This question proved to me the point of what Helen has been speaking about. She's been branded a TERF, a derogatory slur used to silence women, simply for stating that she thinks single sex spaces are important. The use of that word immediately vilifies her and tells people who haven't even read her work that they shouldn't trust her on any subject because she's morally corrupt. Which is idiotic. And exactly what had happened to Get the L Out at Pride. No-one thought to sit down and consider their argument before making a judgment - they just branded them as evil and passed the word on.

So long story short, I got caught up by the mob mentality but then did some reading, realised the importance of biology and difference of opinion, and jumped off the gender ideology bandwagon. And now I'm writing about it here.

#feminism #invisible women #pride #gender critical #difficult women

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venhedish · 3 years

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In light of a certain wincest-adjacent blocklist making the rounds and some friends of mine getting smacked with the purity hammer, I have things to say for anyone who would like to listen!

In my experience, antis are more concerned with the rush they get from being angry and feeling morally superior than they are with actually engaging critically with us, the text, or themselves to understand why they feel the way they feel.

This is not actually about the incest thing and it never has been. Incest in the SPN fandom is being used as a dog-whistle to draw a dividing line between us and them, and it’s that shitty black-and-white thinking that tons of young people are falling victim to because it’s wrapped up with a bow that presents a neat little package: incest bad. We can all agree on that, can’t we? But what’s so insidious is that this new-Victorian purity movement is only cloaked in a signifier of moral purity. What it actually is is a giant, authoritarian flag waving in the air, inviting the anti-intellectual to join together behind a concept that sounds righteous on the surface but is actually being used to bully, harass, and harm people who are often already marginalized out of their own communities.

One thing to look out for in particular that absolutely fascinates me is the way language is used as an exclusionary, self-selective force that reinforces these boundaries. Go to any one of the big heller/anti-wincest blogs and look at the way they talk to each other. To be clear, almost all groups will eventually start developing a shorthand that makes them easily identifiable to each other, but sometimes I’ll check out that side of tumblr and legitimately feel like we’re speaking two different languages.

This is a really common thing that happens with political and religious movements and it’s happening here for similar reasons! If you’re on the fringes of fandom and you like destiel and you join tumblr or twitter or wherever these communities are active and you do a search for your ship, you’ll find some blogs that seem really cool and have interesting stuff to say, but they’re full of in-jokes and weird terms and meme language. And because you want to fit in—to understand the community you’re joining—you dive deeper, you search back through history and pick up pieces here and there until you finally get it. And by that point, you’ve basically indoctrinated yourself. You’re doing their work for them, essentially.

This kind of thing is done on purpose for two reasons: it helps to signify that people using this language have passed a litmus test that proves this person is one of us, and it makes it harder for the outsider to engage with you on even footing. I mean, this sounds fucking ridiculous, but how the fuck is an intellectually honest person supposed to engage critically with someone who attacks them by calling them J*red-kin??? (I just made that up but I can 100% imagine a heller using it as an insult). I’m not saying this is done on purpose in the SPN fandom. I mean, maybe a little by people who are shit-stirring on purpose, but this kind of thing just happens and it’s very hard to catch on to. We’re all guilty of it. Language is crazy flexible and always shifting and we flex and shift with it as popular phrases come and go.

Look, all I’m saying is that if you actually think about the response to wincest from the heller community, you realize how flimsy their platform really is. Reading and writing about fictional brothers fictionally fucking each other harms no one, and anyone with a brain who actually cares knows this! That’s why the anti-wincest crowd isn’t citing articles or research about the dangers of portraying incest in fiction – because they don’t exist! We can, of course, talk about the impact that uneven power dynamics in real life incestuous relationships have on victims of such abuse, how most people who are sexually abused are abused by a family member, how to be aware of grooming techniques and watch out for red flags that point towards abusive behavior. But we don’t! Because that’s 👏 not 👏 what 👏 it’s 👏 about 👏

Instead, it’s just an overflowing bandwagon jammed full of empty ideas and a lot of people getting hurt because of it. Innocent – let me say it again: INNOCENT people who are exploring sexuality, trauma, relationship dynamics, and just plain old having a good time minding their own business in an ethically safe and victimless way are being threatened and harassed and told to die. Wonder which one is actually more damaging and morally bankrupt. 🤔

Anyway, imagine a world where the purity police got their way. There’d basically be no safe literature left. Nabokov? Cancelled. Rushdie? Salinger? Ginsberg? All cancelled. Imagine antis whole-cloth discarding hundreds of years of religious tradition because of all the shit the gods got up to! This is the same line of thinking that made a generation of moms believe that violent video games led to real-world violence. Fiction has never, ever, been meant to only tell pure stories. The whole world of literature would be narrowed down to, like, a couple cautionary tales and picture books if anti culture could somehow actually reach the inevitable praxis of its desire.

Taboos have always been sexy. It’s okay to explore them through the medium of fiction. It’s literally the safest, most ethically responsible thing you can do. Please, please don’t let a functionally illiterate hive-mind convince you otherwise!

For an amazing resource to learn more about anti culture and how troubling it is, check out @freedom-of-fanfic. It’s an awesome blog to browse if you’re even a tiny bit interested in this kind of thing!

#ven creates #anti culture #purity culture #wincest #fandom wank #spn #supernatural #my thoughts #long post #thanks for coming to my ted talk #feel free to reblog

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halstudandruz · 3 years

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Had Me By Halftime

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based off the song Had Me By Halftime by Morgan Wallen

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I know this game was on a Monday but we’re gonna pretend it wasn’t. Also I know there’s different rules to cornhole, but I did the 21 or bust version for sake of the story.

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags

When I caught your name at a corn hole game

You and your friends had decided to tailgate at the Chicago Bears game. You were in your last semester of college and your group had collectively decided to forego buying tickets. Not wanting nosebleed seats, but knowing your broke college student bank account would not offer many other options. The parking lot was crowded with Bears fans; scattered Minnesota Vikings fans sticking out in the crowd. It was surprisingly warm for a Chicago October. You had just finished a game of flip cup and informed your friends you were going to get food from a nearby food truck, your best friend, Madison tagging along. You hadn’t made it far from your group when you made eye contact with a handsome man. Slowly walking you heard him talking to a man about the same age as him,

“Adam come on!” He exclaimed.

“I am not playing against him, he might as well be a pro.” The brown haired man shook his head.

“Don’t take it out on me cause I’m better than you.” Another good-looking brown-haired man from the group laughed shrugging and throwing an arm around a pretty blonde girl who wasn’t even paying attention to the men, already conversing with a group of girls. The handsome dark skinned man groaned seemingly pouting. Grabbing Madison’s arm you stopped her to pull her over to the group.

“You need a couple players?” You smiled gesturing to the corn hole boards.

“Actually yeah we do.” He nodded.

“Let’s roll.” You challenged taking your place by the board and picking up the orange bean bags. Madison sighed already reading your dirty thoughts about the man as she walked to the board opposite of you and the broad muscled man took his place next to you, gathering the navy blue bags. “Let me just get you a menu cause you’re about to get served.” You joked and luckily he let out an adorable laugh.

“That’s the best you got?” He sported a wide smile causing you to instantly blush.

“Yeah...sorry I’m not the best at trash talking. My game usually speaks for itself.” You shrugged, turning to throw the bean bag on the board Madison stood by. Watching it slide right through the center. Humming he looked at you impressed, gearing up when you threw him a seductive smirk.

“Let the games begin.” He grinned.

The game was close, full of playful banter, and maybe a little flirting from you and the man you now knew was named, Kevin. Luckily you and Madison came out on top thanks to Kevin’s partner’s accidental bust over 21 taking their score back down to 13.

“Ruz, you might want to take up a math class in your spare time.” Kevin teased, knowing he only aimed for the board because of his poor math skills.

“Shut up.” He attempted to throw a bag at him, but it fell short. “I’m never playing this game again.” Adam huffed, walking away.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” You shrugged, winking at him.

Said "Girl, where you sitti'g? I got an extra ticket

It's right on the 50"

“Sorry. He gets a little competitive.” Kevin smiled, “Thanks for playing though.” He leaned against the side of a truck crossing his arms. Madison stood awkwardly a couple feet away as you two flirted with each other.

“Thanks for letting us. It was nice to do something other than a drinking game for once.” You chuckled gesturing to where your group was now playing beer pong.

“Where are you guys sitting?” He asked gesturing to the stadium behind him.

“Oh we actually don’t have tickets. Just here to tailgate.” You explained and his smile got slightly bigger.

“Well I actually have an extra ticket. It’s right on the 50 if you want to join me?” He offered.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to just leave my group hanging..” You contemplated looking back at Madison who was nodding quickly mouthing the word “Go!” Sighing you turned back towards him with a smile, “you know what. What the hell why not?” You pushed the tingling of your body deeper down at his happy grin.

You had a 16 home team jersey on

Singin' every word to the fight song

Had your airplane bottles from your purse out

“Okay. I have to ask. Why are you wearing that jersey?” Kevin asked, sitting down beside you.

“Because we’re at...a Bears game?” You looked at him skeptically, causing him to laugh.

“Obviously.. I mean why O’Donnell? I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone actually wearing his jersey.” He explained.

“Well I do like to be an outlier,” you joked, “punters never get the credit they should. Same with kickers. They deserve more love.” You answered.

“Good to know you’re not a bandwagon fan.” He said.

“We won one super bowl 35 years ago and we just benched our newly signed QB for a rookie. I don’t think there’s any wagon for someone to hop on.” You retorted.

“You got me there.” He agreed watching you pull a few tiny bottles of alcohol out of your small bag you had strategically hidden to make it past security.

“You a fan of fireball? I hate it but it came with the pack.” You asked, turning to see an amused grin covering his face. “What?”

“How in the hell did you sneak those in here?” He inquired.

“Can’t give away all my secrets on the first date.” You shrugged, wiggling your eyebrows. He took it from your hand nudging Adam who sat on his other side. Adam took it graciously.

“Hell yeah. We’re keeping her!” He exclaimed, twisting the cap off to take the shot.

The first half of the game was rough. Only lucking out with a safety in the first quarter.

“I hope to god Trubisky starts to prove he has more than just a pretty face.” You shook your head preparing yourself for the second half. You and Kevin had talked throughout all of halftime, and you caught him staring with a wide smile more than once as you might’ve got a little too competitive throughout the first and second quarter.

“I could play better defense than his line is. Kev, get down there you know how to tackle people.”

“He does realize he’s supposed to be throwing it to his own team right?”

“Fucking 2 yards isn’t gonna get you anywhere!” Were just a few things you remember spouting off.

“This is ridiculous.” You threw up your hands when Rudolph took it into the Vikings endzone.

With 5:33 left in the 3rd quarter O’Donnell took the field for the punt, but instead to everyone’s surprise the punt is faked and #16 puts up a pass to Cunningham who runs it in for the touchdown. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and down, “No fucking way! That’s my man!” You yelled pulling Kevin in for a hug who was in utter disbelief.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” He laughed, cheering with the crowd. The fans were hyped watching Barth kick it between the posts.

“Believe it baby!

Bear down, Chicago Bears, make every play clear the way to victory;

Bear down, Chicago Bears, put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.

We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.

Bear down, Chicago Bears, and let them know why you're wearing the crown.

You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears, bear down.” You sang along loudly to the Bears’ fight song roaring throughout Soldier Field. The second half was much more heated than the first, but unfortunately thanks to a successful kick from Forbath in the last few seconds the Vikings took home the win.

You would've thought that post-game

Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine

But you had me by halftime

Everyone was starting to file out of the stadium, Kevin’s group included.

“You comin?” Adam turned to you both.

“You wanna wait till the crowds disperse a little?” Kevin asked and you smiled nodding.

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Adam winked, a knowing smirk covering his face as he grabbed tightly ahold of Kim’s hand to lead her through the crowd.

“You would’ve had to keep a tight hold on me. I’m small and can get lost easily.” You joked, body frame tiny compared to his broad muscular one.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I do regardless.” Kevin flirted, looping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

“I told you. Punters and kickers, they don’t get enough credit.” You reiterated, “I mean how often does the game come down to a field goal? Too often in my opinion.”

“I can give you kicker I’m not sure about punters though.” He looked at you amused.

“Did you miss that play?” You scoffed.

“And how often does that happen? I’m sure you didn’t buy his jersey banking on that.” He replied.

“Yeah, alright. I just thought O’Donnell was better looking than Barth.” You admitted.

“You really know your football though.” He observed.

“I grew up with three brothers. It just came with the territory.” You explained.

“Three brothers?” He looked over at you, a faint look of fear appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure you could take any of them though.” You bit your lip squeezing his bicep to get your point across.

“Is that so?” He grinned face inches away from yours.

“Mhmm.” You hummed searching his eyes, begging him to make the move and he did. Closing the distant for a gentle, smooth kiss. His hand caressing your cheek to pull you closer. This is nowhere near what you expected your day to turn into when you got up this morning. You were just supposed to be tailgating with your friends too drunk for your own good. Instead you were seated inside the stadium making out with a guy you had just met this morning. Not that you were complaining, but what were the chances?

“Was that okay?” He asked lips still slightly brushing against yours and as an answer you gripped his face pulling him in for a deep bruising kiss that had him groaning low in his throat. Pulling away to get a breath you looked around to see very few people still seated, a warmth buzzing throughout your body despite the chilly fall air becoming more prominent.

“We better get out of here before we get in trouble.” You whispered. And he nodded tightly clasping your hand in his as you made your way out of the stadium back out into the parking lot.

Now every time the leaves start fallin' down

I get to thinkin' 'bout

5 years later

“Kev, can you check on the pizza while I get Carsyn dressed?” You asked after seeing your daughter stir from her nap on the monitor. Walking in her room you retrieved her from the crib. She was all smiles and giggles. “Well I take it you had a good nap.” You kissed her chubby cheek, attempting to flatten her bed head before laying her on the floor to get her dressed. “Daddy is just gonna be head over heels when he sees you. Not that he isn’t already.” You smiled trying to slide her tights on despite her wiggling legs. Succeedingly picking her up 10 minutes later. “Look who’s awake daddy.” You caught Kevin’s attention as he turned away from the stove to take her from your arms.

“You didn’t.” Kevin laughed, a smile wide on his face when he took his daughter into his arms admiring the outfit she was sporting. A blue tutu accompanied by an orange jersey that repped the #16, outfit topped off with a Chicago Bears bow. “Well don’t you just look adorable. Yes, you take after your mama.” Kevin laid kisses all over her face erupting numerous giggles from her. “Where’d you even find this at?” He asked and you knew what he was talking about without even turning around as you took the pizza out of the oven.

“I had to specially order it as one of those custom name jerseys. Seems they don’t make O’Donnell’s jersey for babies.” You laughed checking on the wings in the air fryer when a knock at the door interrupted. Adam and Kim strolling their way into the kitchen minutes later.

“Where’s my girl?” Adam asked, spotting her in Kevin’s arms. Carsyn immediately reached out for Adam. “There she is and aren’t you just the cutest Bears fan in the whole world?” He tickled her stomach taking in her outfit, “Gotta say [Y/L/N] it looks better on her.” He joked gesturing to your identical jersey.

“Joke all you want this jersey got me a husband.” You leaned up on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on Kevin’s cheek.

The rest of your crew arrived not too much later. Hailey and Jay bringing along their son who was a few months younger than Carsyn. This was now a football season tradition and you loved every minute of it.

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haikyuuhoo · 3 years

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Broken Promises

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Summary: In which your heart keeps pulling you back to a place you wish you could just forget.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: ANGST. That’s it. Enjoy :)

A/N: This is kinda like a college!AU? Akaashi and Bokuto are roommates lol. Anyway, here’s me jumping on the bandwagon and writing a fic while listening to Driver’s License. I haven’t stopped playing it all day.

Find Part 2 here!

You know how sometimes you're driving, and you end up not remembering what you did for the last few minutes, then you suddenly come to and you're at a place you don't remember driving to? That must have been how you ended up in front of Akaashi's house, blinking up at it like you were waking from a dream. As soon as you realized where you were you peeled out of the neighborhood, shaking your head and gripping the steering wheel tight.

That can never happen again.

But it did, and it happened nearly every night.

There were times you noticed before you turned onto his street, and you quickly drove past, trying not to sneak a glance down the road to his home. Other nights you didn’t realize until you had been sitting outside for a few minutes. You tried to make it stop, but it was so hard when you lived so far from campus, your evening classes just rendering you so tired. Your mind wandered as you drove, and you knew you should probably make a habit of getting a coffee or something so you wouldn’t be driving in this state, but you avoided it because you wanted to be able to fall right into bed when you got home. You skipped dinner most nights because of how exhausted you were, and you could hear Akaashi’s voice in your head each time.

Akaashi stroked his fingers over your hair, a soft frown forming on his face as he took in the way you pressed your face into the pillows. “You really need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

You knew he was scolding you, but his voice was so soft that it nearly made you melt. “’M tired, ‘Kaashi,” you whined, burrowing yourself further into the blankets.

“I know you are, angel, but you need to eat. I know you barely have any time for lunch. I want to make sure you’re doing okay.”

You huffed, turning to press your cheek against the pillow and look up at him with sleepy eyes. “Will you stay with me?”

He smiled, knuckles grazing across your cheek as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Of course I will. I’ll even fall asleep with you if it’ll make you feel better.”

Nodding, you sat up and managed a tired smile. You always slept so much better with him next to you, especially with how busy you’d been lately. When you were with him you could just relax, forget about everything that was making you stressed. He made you feel safe.

But nowadays you could never bring yourself to pull your body out of your bed after throwing yourself on it once you arrived home, limbs already sinking comfortably into the mattress. You fell asleep, probably missing one too many dinners and crying far too many tears.

And so you always ended up back there, back where your subconscious took you every day. Where your heart pulled you. You knew the turns without even thinking, and you wished you didn’t. You wished you’d never come here at all, not even before you and Aakaashi split. It would make this so much easier.

You were grateful for the days when your friends joined you on your drives. Talking to them kept you conscious enough of your driving that you didn’t even think about going to Akaashi’s. But, well, you didn’t think about that any other day either and you ended up there anyway… They just kept you in the moment, and it prevented your subconscious from taking over and driving you to his house.

This time, when you came to, you were in tears. You were still driving, and you had to pull over due to the tears blurring your vision. You covered your face with your hands and sobbed, a horrible, gut-wrenching sound forcing its way out of you. If anyone had been observant enough to notice your drives, they might think you were stalking him. But you were doing the opposite. All you wanted to do was forget about him, but your mind wouldn’t let you. Your heart wouldn’t let you.

You’d never felt the way you felt about him for anyone else. You’d never loved anyone the way you loved him.

He just didn’t feel that way about you.

You spared a glance over at the driveway, and it only made you cry more. Akaashi’s car was there, but in place of where Bokuto’s car usually sat was a car you didn’t recognize. You knew it wasn’t Kuroo’s—you’d sat in the back seat of it plenty of times on the way to parties—and if he were there then Bokuto would have been anyway. Truth be told, it could have belonged to any of his friends, but you couldn’t help the way your mind drifted and wondered who it was. Was it a new girl? Was she better than you? Was she sitting with him on his couch? Was she eating dinner with him? Was she warming his bed? Was she laying her cheek on the same pillow you used when you stayed at Akaashi’s house?

The thought made you want to throw up, and you rolled down the window to get some fresh air.

Once you’d calmed down a bit, the chill of the night settling inside your car, you pulled down the sun visor in front of you. You surely had mascara under your eyes, and you flipped open the cover to the mirror so you could wipe it away. Your breath caught in your throat as a folded piece of paper fluttered into your lap, its crinkled and worn surface illuminated by the glow of the streetlamp you sat beneath. You picked it up with a shaky hand. You knew what it was. You had half a mind to tear it to shreds, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So instead you opened it, and you read.

Akaashi had brought you out for a beautiful picnic to celebrate your one-year anniversary. Sakura trees blossomed all around you, petals falling like snow when the gentle spring breeze blew through the park. You were laying on the blanket he’d brought, eyes closed, belly full, and smiling in content as you let the sun warm your face. Akaashi was laying beside you, but he propped himself up on one elbow, smiling as he looked down at you. Gently, he began picking up the small fallen flowers and placing them in your hair. After a few moments you lifted a hand up to shield your vision from the sun, peeking one eye open.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, and you couldn’t help the way your heart leapt at his reaction.

He blushed, freezing and looking down at you like a flustered schoolboy. “Nothing,” he said softly.

You smiled at him. “You’d better be making me look pretty.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, and he placed another flower in your hair. “You already look pretty.”

Closing your eyes again, you let out an amused hum and dropped your hand to rest on your stomach.

Akaashi hesitated, moving his arm that was supporting him downward so he could slip his hand into his pocket. He thumbed the corner of a folded piece of paper and bit his lip nervously. Clearing his throat, he sat up fully and looked down at you as he retrieved the paper from his pocket.

You raised your eyebrow and opened your eyes again when you noticed he was now shading you from the sun, and you sat up when you saw him looking at you. He thrust the paper toward you before you could even ask what was wrong.

“I wrote this for you.”

You took it from him, unfolding it and looking at the page. It was a poem. You glanced at him, and he gave you a small nod that encouraged you to begin reading. Your gaze trailed over the page carefully, and tears began forming in your eyes before you knew what was happening. You blinked them away as best you could, a few flowers fluttering back to the ground when you brought a hand up to wipe your eyes. “It’s so beautiful,” you whispered, reading it over and over again before you finally looked up at him. “I-I love it. Thank you, Keiji.”

He gave you a relieved smile, tears of his own brimming in his eyes. “I meant every word of it,” he breathed, leaning close to you and cupping your cheek.

“I love it,” you said again, and when you closed the gap to kiss him you could taste the tears on his lips.

You tasted salt on your tongue and realized you were crying again, both from heartbreak and at the beauty of his words. He’d always been a beautiful writer; you even enjoyed reading his essays over his shoulder when the two of you studied together.

But he couldn’t have meant any of those words. Not when he left you like this. All of his promises of forever, wrapped up in a little piece of paper, they’d all been broken the second he left you on your own. Maybe he did mean what he’d written at some point, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that. Not when you were here, heart still aching over the person you’d loved more than anything in the world. No, if he truly meant it he wouldn’t have left you here like this, broken and with no one to put you back together.

Besides, it was easier to accept that he’d never loved you at all than it was to believe he’d simply fallen out of love with you. It hurt less, especially when you still loved him more than your heart could take.

You panicked for a moment when you noticed your tears had fallen on the page, smudging the ink and blurring his beautiful handwriting. The words were barely legible anymore.

But you didn’t need to see them. You knew what it said. You’d read it over and over since the day he gave it to you until it was burned into your memory.

Now it was just another thing you wished you could forget.

You cursed under your breath and reached up to wipe your eyes again when you heard a noise drift in through your open window. A noise that sounded far too much like your name. Your head snapped over to Akaashi’s house, and you saw him. He stood outside of his front door, figure shadowed by the light coming from behind him.

Heart racing, you wiped your cheeks one last time and scrambled to shift your car into drive. But you didn’t move fast enough, and when you looked up Akaashi was standing right in front of your car, hands planted on the hood. Your headlights brightened him, a glow shining up the front of his body and accentuating every curve of his face as he stared at you through the windshield.

“Don’t,” was all he said, and the word had you putting your car back in park.

He moved around to your window and you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your head tipped back so you could look at him, and the way he was looking down at you made the shattered pieces of your heart feel like they were crunching under his boot.

You couldn’t see any love in his eyes, no tenderness, simply the same deadpan expression he gave almost everyone.

Everyone except the people he cared about.

He was the one to finally break the silence.

“You can’t keep coming around here.”

And the heel of his boot dug in, grinding the remainder of your heart to dust.

“I know,” you whispered, eyes wide and watery as you looked up at him.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

You swallowed, shaking your head and wishing you could look away from him. But you couldn’t, his gaze froze you in place. “I don’t know.”

The corners of his lips turned down, barely changing his expression, but it made a pang shoot through your chest.

“I’m sorry. You have to go.”

You nodded, finally able to turn your head away and grip the steering wheel.

He dropped his gaze, and it landed on the paper that sat in your lap. His eyes widened.

“Y/N, I—”

“Bye, Akaashi,” you whispered, and you rolled up the window before he could say anything else. You put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, leaving behind Akaashi and the crumbled pieces of your heart, taking with you only a shell of yourself and the blurred words of his broken promises of forever.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x reader angst #akaashi x reader angst #keiji akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader angst #my writing #I'll probably reblog this in the morning since it's so late now

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choco-cherry-chunk · 2 years

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can we have more abt hotch and reid interacting during the pregnancy plz? ლ｜＾Д＾ლ｜

Of course! Always feel free to send asks like these. I love just rambling through my own thoughts as they come, but if people send me asks or ideas, I can always build in specificity! :)

I know I posted about Hotch being the first on the team to figure out Spencer is pregnant (or to be told, after Spencer gets sick in his hotel room). I think he would probably not be the most nurturing with the news right off the bat - after all, Spencer had made the decision to join the group on the case without telling him of the pregnancy - and would be likely to scold Spencer for making such a dangerous decision. But ultimately, he would talk to Spencer about what he wanted, probably delve into the feelings he has about his own son - the guilt he has about not being there as much as he could, the love and awe he has for the boy, etc. - and really push for him to tell Derek, regardless of which way he's leaning.

He doesn't intend to profile him, but he can tell almost immediately that Spencer wants to keep the baby, and that admittedly pleases him, as he knows he and Derek would be good fathers. He's very quick to congratulate them when they tell the rest of the team. I imagine he would keep his knowledge of the matter quiet, but I think either Spencer would let it slip to Derek that Hotch found out first, or he would just tell him outright.

I can't help but imagine that Hotch would be super awkward around Spencer though, as the pregnancy wore on (I'm kind of new to watching, so I could be very wrong). He would only be able to relate the certain matters by what he remembers of Haley's experiences and even that is supremely difficult to share under the circumstances. But he is still supremely stiff with the subject. There's even a point where, similar to the betting post I made earlier, there is a bet going (one that, this time, both Spencer and Derek are allowed to be involved in) on whether Hotch would ever touch Spencer's stomach. Even with Spencer's own discomfort around others feeling his middle (really only allowing Derek and sometimes Penelope or JJ to do so), he's willing to jump on the bandwagon of belief that he could convince him to (especially with bragging rights and $100 on the line for whoever manages to succeed). Others either refuse to get involved/place the bet that everyone will fail. Some involved try to coerce him by doing it themselves and Hotch always avoids the suggestion (Derek says this is because Spencer always manages to look constipated when people are touching his stomach without explicit permission). Ultimately, Spencer ends up winning the bet by wearing several excess layers and "bumping into" Hotch when both were getting their morning coffee, resulting in their drinks spilling down his middle. Of course, Hotch's concern for a friend overtakes his own awkwardness and he's quick to try and help him clean up/worrying about the baby with him (even if Spencer is putting on a show more than anything else. He feels guilty about Hotch's concern later - as the man continues to worry and asks him if the baby is alright after that and keeps apologizing - so Spencer comes clean and ends up splitting the money he won in the bet with him.

And, of course, Hotch knew about the bet the whole time. He just didn't think Spencer would have joined in on it. Still, he accepts the apology and is glad he and the baby are well... plus, he's not about to turn down the score. He kind of earned it too, didn't he? ;)

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #mpreg #asks #anonymous #i don't really ship these two but i do love their dynamic and friendship #maybe i'll develop a brief au of how mpreg things would operate in that ldsk episode

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bookwyrminspiration · 3 years

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The Maruca scene in Legacy frustrates me to no end because I simply cannot understand Maruca’s argument. I don’t get why she says that Sophie “needs her” since she manifested as a Psionipath. (Might have spelled that wrong.) Like, do other psionipath’s not exist? That was a rhetorical question, because they obviously do exist because they’re brought up multiple times throughout the series. Could Sophie seriously not just…get another person if she wanted to? She literally works for the government at this point, she could probably just say to the Council “Hey I need a psionipath so the Neverseen actually gets defeated” and they’d probably just give her a fully trained psionipath guard or something. Why would Sophie’s first choice be a teenage girl who JUST manifested and has little to no experience or training? I just don’t get it, I understand that Sophie’s other friends are fighting the Neverseen because they were kind of roped into it and the Neverseen’s hunting them down anyway, but that’s not really the case for Maruca, so I don’t get why Sophie’s psionipath has to be someone she met at school? I don’t know, I’m probably just overthinking, but the scene just makes no sense to me.

oo so glad I wasn't the only one who saw the faulty logic here! this scene kinda confused me because I'm a very logic-oriented person, and the validity of Maruca's argument was just...not there. It was more of an emotional appeal, playing into Sophie's fear of her friends getting hurt and the embarrassment of past failures and portraying herself as someone who could fix/prevent that

on the one hand I understand how big of a deal it could feel like to have someone capable of mass physical protection, but it also feels like Shannon oversold it a little bit to make sure we'd get that affect and think Maruca was really important. Sophie thought, "THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING" and Maruca called her ability, "A war changer." and Marella referred to her as "our secret weapon."

A common phrase writers hear a lot is show don't tell, which in this context means show us why this ability is a game changer. Show us through actions and demonstrations that Maruca manifesting as a psionipath changes everything and why we should care. instead, Shannon has the characters convinced that it's a big deal, but doesn't really give more than that. So the argument falls flat due to lack of support.

I think part of it is that Maruca is a friend (term used loosely), or at the very least a familiar face. In a story a lot of the appeal is the characters, so making one of the characters we already know into a psionipath makes us care more about them than just a government assigned one. That would also introduce another character into the story, and there's already so many to keep track of. So both because we already had a connection to Maruca and to keep things simpler, it made more sense to make her into one. However, were this a real world the kotlcrew could absolutely try and find the abilities they needed another way, and it would be a lot more reasonable to do that and make sure you had a strong team than just surrounding yourself with friends.

I'm currently trying to decide which logical fallacy Maruca's argument falls most into, but I'm thinking it's either a hasty generalization or a false dichotomy. I guess it could kind of be both. She's taken a few points--that they've frequently lost to the Neverseen, they get hurt a lot, psionipaths make shield specifically to prevent that--and jumped all the way to her being a significant change that will alter everything. There's the dichotomy element of the we either let Maruca join and fight or we don't use her all, though it's not explicitly stated. Sophie was arguing (well, she was trying not to argue) that adding Maruca to the team would be a big responsibility and also trying to hold up her promise to Wylie, while Maruca was arguing in favor of her joining. There are more options yet they didn't really address them. it was just all or nothing, which made the whole scene less convincing and harder to engage with for me.

There's also the bandwagon element of it, as she got Linh and Marella to back her up and add more pressure to Sophie without actually adding to her argument. it adds social pressure, but not logical. a lot of the argument was appealing to emotion, insistent on drama and past failures and the promise of success and a new start. Linh especially as she talked about her hopes of getting Tam back.

anyways, all that to say the argument felt like we were told this was a big deal and then went on very little logic--and while I don't expect or even want 100% logic from these characters all the time, this scene seems like one that could've benefited from it. this was possibly a little forced by shannon because she wanted maruca included, but who knows! i'm just theorizing!

#hey just noticed keefe used the word females as in 'females can be cruel' in legacy and i am suddenly uncomfy.#but I didn't look at the page number so i can't tell you where it is exactly #somewhere in the first half #but back to maruca #we haven't seen her a whole lot so there's not a lot to go on #but this argument just never convinced me #there's so many holes that are thinly patched with emotional ties #i accepted it because I can't really do anything else. but it never made complete sense #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #maruca chebota #kotlc character analysis #quil's queries #nonsie #long post

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bonshaquitalafawndreeah · 3 years

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A bandwagoner’s ode to the Cubs

Let’s get one thing straight right away: I am absolutely not a sports fan. I hated sports most of my life because they made me feel excluded. I couldn’t catch or throw a ball or comprehend strategy. I was consistently picked last in gym class and then shunned by my classmates for making them lose a game of flag football. This made me a very bitter, non participatory person. I’m that basic betch who jokes about a football game interrupting the Beyoncé concert during the super bowl. I declare that I wish both teams could lose when the Bears play the Packers and I’m forced to watch. I don’t even join in at cookouts when people start playing bags. (And I’m sure by now you’re thinking, “wow, you must be fun at parties.”)

I am NOT a fan of sports, but I am a fan of the Chicago Cubs.

Or at least I’m something adjacent to being a fan. (I am somewhere in the “ballpark” if you will.) Is it fair to lump me in with people who bleed Cubbie Blue and can recite rosters from the 90’s? God no! I am a casual admirer at best and although I come from a long line of Cub fans I admittedly payed zero attention to the sport until the 2016 World Series. You could say I’m a bandwagoner but I’m even worse than that. Even after they won the first World Series in 108 years I was still not super interested in sitting through a game. It wasn’t until my husband dragged me to Wrigley under the guise of “spending a day together in the city” that I realized there’s something truly magical about the experience.

Maybe I also happened to be in a magical season of life. We were newlyweds and the World Series win coincided with our honeymoon. My husband wore a Cubs cap to every bar and restaurant and we were congratulated by every person we met. People who had never even been to Illinois were so happy and excited for us. I was buzzing with the kind of pride you feel when something newsworthy happens in your hometown.

I grew up two hours away from Chicago, but moved to the suburbs around 2016. During that chapter, it felt like the entire world was opening up for me and everything was exciting. I had just gotten the job I used to dream about and had coworkers that would quickly start to feel like family. On weekends David and I would take the train from Glen Ellyn to the city. As I sipped a coffee and watched the scenery roll by I couldn’t believe my luck. A friendless little girl from the boonies had found a little community she could thrive in, and it was all next door to one of the world’s greatest cities.

That first Cubs game felt like a fairy tale. I knew I would enjoy drinking beer and eating a hot dog, but I planned on being bored by the rest of it. I didn’t expect to immediately fall in love with the charm of Wrigleyville. Everyone in the stadium was twinkle-in-their-eyes friendly. The blooper reels were cute and funny. Anthony Rizzo stepped to the plate while “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift blasted and won my heart forever. I developed a genuine investment in the outcome of the game and cheered and groaned with gusto. I somehow got to watch them win that day and we jumped up and down and sang “go Cubs go” as though we had accomplished something incredible. As we left our seats I was grinning from ear to ear like a little kid. We stopped for drinks at the Cubbie Bear and I told David I had just accidentally discovered my favorite thing to do in Chicago.

Over the years we went to a few more games. Sometimes we went alone. Other times we brought David’s family. Once we dragged along a good friend who was moving across the country the next day, and another who had just finished an overnight shift. Once we went in early April and it was so cold and rainy that I bought a souvenir blanket for $50. I wore it around my shoulders like a cape in every place we stopped. For the very first time, I understood why people passionately love and defend their teams.

In 2019 we didn’t go to any games because my mental health took a nosedive. I was having panic attacks daily and for whatever reason they were most severe when I was in a car, or basically any place where I couldn’t step away “if I really needed to.” I was pretty scary to be around. I spent the summer going to therapy and sitting around at home waiting to snap out of it. The thought of surviving a train ride or a day in a packed stadium made me queasy.

But I always said that the first thing I wanted to do when I started feeling better was go back to Wrigley. I knew that this extra special era for the Cubs would be short-lived. The current team was really entertaining to watch. They had star power that would be hard to replace and they probably wouldn’t stick around forever. I could never love baseball for stats and numbers and performance metrics. I loved the feeling of joy that these players brought.

At the start of 2020 I was doing so much better and was really excited to get back out there. I couldn’t wait to do all the things that I had caused us to miss. And then, as you know... the rest of 2020 happened.

Going to a game was at the top of my summer 2021 bucket list. But work, birthdays, and family kept pushing it back. We were finally supposed to go to a game in mid-July and it was rained out and rescheduled for September.

And this past weekend the entire core of the Cubs was traded away to other teams. Never in a hundred million trillion years did I expect to be the person to care about this, but I’ve been in mourning all weekend.

For this fair-weather fan, Javy, KB, And Rizzo made sports feel approachable and fun. As someone who DOES NOT SPORT at all, I never believed that I deserved a place in that world, but I felt welcome in the little world they created. The absence of their personalities is going to hurt. A big part of me wonders If I’m better off leaving Wrigley behind me, a rose colored memory of being young and happy in my favorite city and believing that magical things can last forever.

I’m sure we’ll go back for a game again some day. But who knows who will be on the roster then? Or if we’ll have a baby in tow. It’ll be a far cry from stacking towers out of our empty beer cups, swooning over Kris Bryant, and knowing that you have all the time in the world to recreate the fun again and again.

So to wrap this thing up in a way that makes it all about meeeeeee...

The disbanding of this group feels deeply personal. Like I’m leaving behind a slightly more innocent chapter, where I could believe my city and my team were the very best and always would be. And just as they’re moving on to new and necessary adventures, my next chapter will likely be something much more realistic and adult.

But it was sure fun while it lasted.

#chicago cubs #chicago

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! 🎶🎵I love you biiitch ain't ever gonna stop loving you biiitch 🎵🎶

"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson.

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me.

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments.

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me.

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch.

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination.

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal.

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

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Sooooooooo

I may have, like immediately, continued the story from before with your additions added to it. So here we go, the next installment of

ThunderBolt and Flash.

(Its long just so you know, and I am making a seperate google doc to record the story and your additions to it. This is proving to be a marvelous way for me to get my literary muscles working once more)

The Sweet Ones

At first, they flinch from the contact, only slightly. But as time goes by, and they keep that constant touch, slowly they seem to relax, just a bit. The constant thuds and exasperated sound of Papyrus hitting the doorway catches their attention, and seeing it for a bit leaves them a lil dazed…then he does it again, and they honest to God snort under their breath and chuckle. When the next flash comes they stiffen a lil, but as Poplar and Blue begin to ramble, talking about butterflies, to the best way to cook pasta, and even somehow getting into a rant about which pokemon are best (Bulbasaur is best boy, Gengar deserves a hug and Lugia is magnificent and totally a bird, yes they swim, ever heard of penguins?!) the human begins to relax again, and even joins in on the bandwagon.

And if every flash they press a little more into Ash and Sans, and in lull moments to gently grip their hands in gratitude, well who’s gonna say anything? And when they fall asleep next to these skele boys, and they don’t have their usual nightmares, the skeleboys are gonna have a much brighter, still subdued, but happier human friend come morning.

They still seem nervous going outside, but in the following days, their mood has definitely improved. A couple thunderstorms later, shared together, and a soft “thank you” would find its way being spoken to these sweet boys, each getting a hug of thanks and a soft earnest and genuine smile.

Team Anxiety

They notice the company through the haze of their own terror, and at first nothing changes. But slowly, the human starts getting more concerned over their fear, till instead of being comforted, they’re trying to comfort the anxiety team instead, taking bone hands from hoodie ends, and giving them things to be occupied with doing. It ends up being that distracting them helps distract themself, and they don’t really notice the thunderstorm, having slid into ‘my friends need me’ mode unconsciously. Going to make some honey sweetened hot chocolate for swap pap, deliberately starting a lil argument with Red that pulls him into talking and focusing on something else, and somehow wrangling Swapfell Pap into a blanket and keeping them nearby, and it turns into this strange comfort circle, everyone trying to comfort the other.

They are definitely more centered and put together afterwards, nightmares gone as their concern takes precedent. With some more similar instances under their belt, they’d ask if the skeleboys are afraid of thunderstorms as well? And when they are told that it’s not the case, but instead they had noticed that the human was scared of them and were trying to help….well if a smile could be fond and sad at the same time, then the human does one. And they would give some very sincere thanks to them.

I’ll fistfight Zeus for you Squad

Perhaps the strangest reaction the human would have. The comfort items and food does help, and as they are busy distracting themselves with eating, they would notice the getting up, walking around…the patrolling. And the human would need to simply breathe for a moment…cause they recognize this behaviour. They see it happen when you guys go out to new places, or when one of the skele boys was sick for a bit…they would do this patrol as their way to make sure that…you guys were safe. And that would warm the human, and just the knowledge that two incredibly skilled individuals, friends, would consider their situation deserving of patrol status would have them struggling not to cry slightly.

They would calm down after a visit to the bathroom, and when they return, it would be a gradual decrease in their terror, as in their mind they imagine bolts of lightning being defeated and blocked by these two stalwart guardians. Even in their nightmare that night, it’s protected by their Skele guardians…and if they wake up and find themselves in the kitchen, whereupon said warm awkward hug, sincere comfort is offered by these two, well..they go back to sleep in much more assured spirits. They had never had that reaction to their fear before, even moreso, without being bombarded with questions about it. And it was consistent behaviour to…and that…that was more precious than they realized, as the one time they tried riding it out by themself and not with the skel bro’s was torture.

It’s after that time they made sure to always be with the skel boys during stormy seasons. Just being around them made everything so much easier to handle. It was getting to the point that you barely even considered the thunder and lightning that would flash outside, too comfortable, too at ease, feeling too safe and cared for to even contemplate your fear. And as this happens each time a thunderstorm occurs in the skele house when you’re with them, it does have an effect on the human, one seen during their next sleepover during a thunderstorm. So, during the next thunderstorm, as everyone is relaxing in the living room, you speak up, to use their bathroom for a bit, having brought your sleeping bag with you. You’ve done it before, it’s actually customary now whenever a storm is in the area for you to be at the skele house for a sleepover. So that doesn’t raise eyebrows, or well eye sockets…it’s when they come down..in shorter soft pants and a sleeveless hoodie, exposing their arms and legs for the first time.

It’s then that they would notice the very visible lichtenberg scar that runs down the front of their right leg and across their left arm, as though lightning had patterned itself onto their body. What is their reaction to this sight, of this scar along their friend’s body?

(I already have the story of how they got these scars written down, but I wanna see the boys reaction to the sight first)

#kuvvytalks #submission #omg the scar is such a GOOD ADDITION yesyesyes #daaaaamn i like this a lot #russie my boi #i might be biased towards the papyri and/or team fuck Zeus don't @ me #this is gooooooood holy hell yesss 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻#keep up the amazing work pal no matter how pretentious you might be 😂💙#srly i cannot convey the utter screech of joy i emitted when i read this

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