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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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Reunion — Parent!L/Parent!GN!Reader

We finally got some L into the mix! This is honestly less focused on you and L’s relationship and more so on the family dynamic between all the other characters and you guys, plus your daughter! Everything’s pretty chill, no mentions of the Kira case, no angst. Just...happy. (Also, just wanted to mention that there are some jabs at people who stream for a living in this but that’s just Roger being a dick your job is valid no matter what <3)

(DN) = Daughter’s Name :)

WHERE? WHERE IS MY NIECE?”

“Jesus, Misa! Be careful!”

As soon as these voices were heard, Roger was sure that all peace and quiet for the day would be cast out the window. Even so, he put on a cheerful smile and exited the kitchen to greet yours and L’s bittersweet friends who had just begun removing their shoes to place in the neat shoe rack in the foyer.

“Ah, Light Yagami and Misa Amane, glad you could make it,” Roger began.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize for the short notice, but L had mentioned that it was his daughter’s birthday and we just had to attend,” Light explained with a faux, closed-eyed grin as he lifted a bag decorated like a birthday present for further explanation.

Roger nodded curtly and took the present from Light, holding out a hand to direct the couple towards the kitchen where the festivities were to be held for that evening.

Misa perked up again when she laid eyes upon the infant being bounced on your knee, giggling absentmindedly.

“There she is!” The enthusiastic blond squealed, practically shoving her boyfriend of three years out of the way to kneel in front of the babbling child like she was a god.

You giggled at her antics and let her squish your baby’s cheeks between her fingers. “Hi, Misa. It’s been a while.”

“I know! It has, hasn’t it?” Misa cooed, words directed at you but using the high pitched voice one uses to speak to a child nonetheless.

Light ambled into the kitchen hesitantly, eyeing L, who was standing over you as you sat on a stool at the counter, his hand on your shoulder while the other one resided in his pocket. Light nodded politely, his features stiff and his shoulders tense as if waiting for L to provoke him at any second. L easily picked up on Light’s careful movements and squared his shoulders, correcting his posture a bit though his dull expression never changed. Luckily, the tension was snapped when the front door opened once again and two college-age kids stepped into the cool interior of the fairly large home.

L seemed to relax more now that more people he was comfortable with began filing into the space. The pair in question — a lazily dressed brunet adorned with a cigarette and orange-tinted goggles as well as a leather clad blond with scar tissue occupying the left side of his face and arm — came through the threshold and packed themselves into the already tight-fitting kitchen, bickering with each other all the while.

“Matt, just put it over there.”

“No, I wanna give it to her now!”

“Be patient, asshat!”

“Hey, no language like that in front of the baby!”

You snapped your fingers to get the boys’ attention and gestured for them to just hand you their present already. Matt happily stepped forward and handed you a crudely wrapped gift. Not to mention, they had used crumpled newspaper and a length of thread to tie the gift together. Matt shot you a sheepish smile and admitted, “We couldn’t afford wrapping paper...”

“Aw, guys, this is more than enough! Thank you.” You glanced down at your daughter and allowed her tiny yet strong fingers to curl around your own. “Can you say ‘thank you’, (DN)?”

The little girl bouncing on your knee gazed up, recited gibberish at the two boys and stuck out her slimy tongue, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

“You’re welcome, little one.” The brunet patted the girl’s head and (DN) grabbed at his wrist. He let her tug his hand down and stare at his fingers in awe, even if her hands were covered in baby saliva.

Mello let out a subtle chuckle and pulled out one of the stools lined up at the counter in order to sit next to you. He gestured to the elegantly wrapped present and smirked, “Matt picked it out.”

Matt was too busy to hear this admission as he was wiggling his fingers in front of (DN)’s face, causing uncontrollable giggles to burst from her toothless mouth.

You puzzled at the gift for a moment before consulting L, who merely shrugged. You figured he of all people would know what the pair was capable of considering he had lived with them for a good amount of time, but he came up empty. Before you got a chance to open the gift, however, Roger piped up with a question for Matt.

“So, Matt, how’s your job been?”

Matt paused and stared blankly at the man who used to house him, caught off guard by the question, opening and closing his mouth like a beached fish. “Uh...fine. It’s been—”

“He’s been doing great.” Mello chimed in, glaring daggers at the man.

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Tell me, what is it you do, again?” Roger continued. Mello shifted his glance to Matt, an expectant and impatient expression laced onto his narrow features as if they had rehearsed this very conversation back at their apartment and had to follow a script.

“I’m a gaming streamer.” Matt choked and Mello could barely help but throw his head into his hands. “It’s a real job.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is, son.” The older man seemed to find triumph in the outcome of this conversation and retreated to the living room before the victory was taken from him.

“Nice one, man.”

“I’m sorry, okay!?”

“Hey, Matt, there’s no shame in doing what you love.” You offered kindly.

“It would help if it payed the bills...” Mello mumbled, to which you sent a harsh kick to his shin.

The lot of you were unable to hear the door open and close thanks to Mello’s yelp of pain and Matt’s howls of laughter, and as quiet as Near was it wasn’t a surprise to have him suddenly appear out of nowhere.

“There you are, Near! How’ve you been?” You greeted cheerily, hoping to make up for the white haired boy’s lack of enthusiasm.

The pajama wearing boy merely hummed and crouched down in front of your child, being able to since Misa was long gone, huddling up next to Light and chatting animatedly with Gevanni, who had escorted Near to the party. The baby bopped Near’s fluffy head with the flat of her palm. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

As Roger carried in the cake it was difficult to refrain from laughing as L’s eyelids practically disappeared, leaving most of the whites of his eyes visible. The light from the birthday candles flickered in his irises. It appeared that he was in some sort of trance. When the cake was set down on the countertop you turned so that your daughter was facing the treat, placing a gentle yet firm hand on L’s shoulder as he twitched as if he would lunge for the cake.

“Should we start singing then-?”

“No!” Chirped your daughter as she slapped a hand down into the icing, leaving a tiny handprint that claimed her piece of the marble cake.

Laughter was heard around the room and Roger shrugged as he began cutting everyone pieces of cake.

Once everyone was finished and (DN) was sufficiently covered in crumbs and icing, you all shifted to the living room to start opening presents.

As your little girl pawed are the first gift, a collective gasp echoed through the room when the front door all but burst open. The metal knob most likely dented the wall as it slammed. Roger winced, nothing on his mind but the time he’d spend on repairs.

“I’M HERE!” Matsuda announced with a boisterous laugh, delighted to see that the party was still in full swing. However, his ear to ear grin didn’t last long as he noticed everyone’s surprised and confused faces staring back at him.

“Did you invite him?” L whispered in your direction.

“Um...no I don’t think so.” You replied, putting a smile on your face nonetheless. You stood, handing your daughter over to L as she waved the half opened gift in his face to which he smiled lightly. “Hey, Matsuda! You’re just in time for presents!” You hugged him tightly around his waist, attempting to make up for how terrible you felt for not inviting him yet also curious how he got here if neither you or L had mentioned the occasion to him.

“Oh, good! I was sure I missed everything! I felt terrible! Oh, here.” Matsuda passed you a colorful, neatly wrapped package adorned with a festive silver bow. Your stomach dropped even further with guilt as you realized how much time he put into the gift. “Light told me about (DN)’s second birthday and I couldn’t miss it!”

You couldn’t help your lips from stretching into a wide smile when you looked back up at the usually forgetful and clumsy man. “Come on, wouldn’t want you to miss out,” you said, taking him by the hand and leading him to sit with everyone else.

“Alright, now just open our present already!” Matt exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down on the couch cushion. You laughed, not remembering the last time you saw him this excited. You assisted your daughter in getting the rest of the “wrapping paper” off of the gift inside. It was a case, almost like a DVD case but smaller, and as you flipped it around you could read “Call of Duty” on the cover.

“Call of Duty!” Matt shouted, throwing his fists in the air.

“As I already told you, I did not pick that out,” Mello defended.

“But now me and (DN) can play it together! Right, (DN)?”

Your little girl clapped enthusiastically at Matt’s offer.

“Great. Thanks, Matt.” L took the game from the still cheering girl on your lap and put it to the side.

After the rest of the presents were opened and wrapping paper littered the floor, people began to say their goodbyes. All of Wammy’s boys opted to stay and help clean up, sharing a beer afterwards. Well, more like Mello and Matt shared a beer. L helped himself to the leftover cake that had been set aside to be packed up into Tupperware. Near sat on the floor next to the counter, playing with (daughters name) and unboxing all of the new toys she had received from earlier.

“Oh, shit. Matt, we should get going soon. It’s getting dark and I gotta be up by five.”

“Since when have you been so business oriented?” You questioned with a smirk, referring to Mello’s new job at the chocolate shop. It wasn’t much and he knew that, but it was pretty much the only thing he was qualified for after spending the entirety of his high school years in the mafia.

“Since I was almost fired the other day.”

At the mention of this unfortunate event, Matt had to stifle a laugh as he elaborated, “Turns out businesses don’t like it when you take most of the merchandise home with you.”

“I swear, Jeevas, get in the fucking car.”

“Language!” Matt reminded with a devilish smile.

You swore Matt could have dropped dead with the glare Mello was sending his way. The brunet relented and gave you a goodbye hug once you stood from your perch on the stool. He then bent down and swiped (DN) from the floor.

“Hey,” Near began to protest.

“Oh, shut it, you fucking sheep.”

Matt covered the little girl’s ears and looked at the blond like he should know better. Mello rolled his eyes as tiny hands batted at the feathers adorning the collar of his floor length coat. “Hello.” He said plainly.

“Aw, c’mon, Mello! Hold her!” Matt insisted, holding the child out to the reluctant blond.

“I don’t wanna get spit all over me, thanks.”

“Think fast!” Matt literally threw your child into Mello’s arms, leaving him no choice other than to catch her from mid air.

“Don’t do that!” You scolded, leaning against L (who had just arrived by your side) out of pure relief that Mello possessed decent reflexes. Crumbs fell into your hair from the corners of L’s mouth as he wiped them clean, appearing to not be phased by your child taking a little flight.

L then stepped forward when he noticed the blond struggling with how to hold the infant, thrown off by her ever-moving limbs and intense gaze. Your poor postured husband adjusted the girl in his younger counterpart’s grasp so that he balanced her on his hip, arm supporting her bottom. He looked more nervous rather than disgusted.

“There you go.” L lightly patted Mello’s back, as if silently telling him that he was doing well.

“Yeah...this is fine...”

Near stood from the floor and shifted his gaze over to you, eyes soft and pleading. “May I hold her?”

“Really? Off to steal my thunder, are you?”

“You looked uncomfortable.”

“I’m always uncomfortable. It’s part of being me!” Your baby was then shielded from Near by Mello’s protective, feathery shoulder which (DN) had begun to chew on.

“Mihael, why don’t you let Near have a turn?” The blond boy tensed at the sound of his real name but, once he seemed to remember it was only coming from you, he thrust (DN) into Near’s chest, waiting for him to wrap his arms securely around her.

Matt twirled the car keys around his index finger. “C’mon, like you said it’s getting dark.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mello gave you a quick one armed hug, doing the same for L and heading out the door without even acknowledging Roger who was clearing up the now empty cake tray. “See ya.”

Gevanni made you nearly jump out of your skin as he appeared out of thin air to consult Near, who still rocked the baby in his arms, on what time he should start up the limousine.

“Now that I think about it, we should let our friends rest. It was lovely to see you three.” The white haired boy politely parted ways with you, climbing into the limousine and waving through the tinted window. (DN) flopped her tiny hand around in an uncoordinated wave. It was barely noticeable, but Near allowed a smile to pull at the corners of his lips as Gevanni drove away and out of sight.

You sighed, curling your fingers around L’s hand. “That was fun, seeing all of them again.”

“Yes, it was. We should do that more often.”

“We should actually invite Matsuda next time instead of waiting for him to show up. I enjoy his company.”

“If you say so.”

You slapped L’s shoulder with the back of your hand.

“Meanie.”

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lightns881 · 3 years

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DTeam Tumblr Demographics Survey Results (Part 2):

What does DTeamblr look like, what does it have to do with MCYT history, and why does it look like a rainbow?

I’ll make an educated guess here and say y'all enjoyed my last post (totally unrelated to the way I gained almost 50 followers overnight). Anyhow, thank you so much for the overwhelming support! I’m so glad a lot of you felt you could relate to my deep-dive into the leading personality type on DTeam Tumblr. It took me so many hours to write and research, and as a math major and honors student, it’s no easy feat, so I’m so grateful for the attention it got!

Today we’re discussing the general demographics of DTeam Tumblr and why they might look the way they do. Number 8 will blow your mind! So make sure to keep reading and hit that little grey heart and arrow at the bottom if you like it, so more people get to see it! Thanks for your support! Now, let’s jump straight into the post!

Your Daily Dose of Data

From the 449 responses we received, these are some pie charts displaying the gender, age, and sexuality of all respondents.

Image Description: Female (52.8%), Non-Binary (37.4%), Male (9.8%)

Image Description: 16-17 (37%), 13-15 (31.4%), 18 and over (29.4%), 12 and under (2.2%)

Image Description: Bisexual/Pansexual (54.1%), Homosexual (16%), Asexual (14.7%), Other (7.8%), Heterosexual (7.3%)

Mmhm, delicious! Y'all ready to dig into these stats? Because I don’t know about you, but they certainly don’t strike me as what the general population looks like!

Welcome to Tumblr, the Only Community Where Straight Men are the Minority

So these statistics certainly didn’t take me by surprise. Mostly because the DNF Shipper Survey I took some time ago revealed a similar trend. Not to mention, Tumblr is probably the QUEEREST internet community on the planet.

Funny enough, the survey revealed a shocking number of ZERO heterosexual males respondents. I’ll say it louder for the people in the back. ZERO straight males were recorded out of 449 respondents for this survey!

Now, this isn’t surprising for the Tumblr community by itself, but I can say I’m somewhat surprised in terms of the MCYT Tumblr community. (Obviously, the survey specified DTeam Tumblr, but there is a big overlap between both communities, so I will be using them interchengably when it seems relevant.)

Let’s break this down. The survey reveals the largest age population is 16-17, though it’s not by a great margin in comparison to 13-15 and 18 and older, which doesn’t surprise me either. Some of the major critics of the DTeam Fandom and other MCYT Fandoms love to claim the fanbase’s majority age range lies with children and pre-teens. While it’s an undeniable fact children are drawn to Minecraft, it’s also a misconception to paint it as solely a community for younger viewers.

In the MCYT Tumblr and DTeam Tumblr communities, specifically, we see this is not the case. Only 1/3 of the respondents of this survey are under the age of 16 (you could attribute part of it to the fact younger people might be less inclined to participate in this survey, but it is still a notable difference). I can’t say these age ranges are similar in other parts of the community like DTeam Twitter, Tik Tok, or Reddit, but if I had to make a guess, I’d say Tumblr lies toward the older of the bunch, with Reddit being the oldest and Tik Tok being the youngest (I do hope to perform this survey on some of the other communities, so please stay until the end if you want to help with that).

One of the likely explanations to why the ages for DTeam Tumblr look this way is the fact a big chunk of the community has likely been watching MCYT for a long time (even with breaks in between). I, myself, used to watch channels like PopularMMOs, Aphmau, and PrestonPlayz as a kid, and I presume many of you are familiar with them as well. With the resurgence of MCYT in the past year, it likely drew a lot of the older viewers in addition to the new ones.

But enough about age. What I really want to highlight on this post is the attraction of queer individuals to DTeam Tumblr and MCYT as a whole.

Why is the current MCYT Fandom so queer in comparison to the previous generations?

This is a huge open-ended question and considering I can only capture so much of the DTeam and MCYT community, the rest of this post should be taken solely as a theoretical analysis as opposed to fact.

With that out of the way, let’s start by discussing the shift MCYT has undergone over the years (I promise this will circle back to the question of queerness in the MCYT fandom, but we need some background before we can come up with a decent theory).

When Minecraft was first released, it proved to be a monumental change in the gaming industry. This simple little indie game took the world by storm. It was so vastly different from what the general population generally viewed gaming as (first-person shooters, story-driven games, action games, etc.) Not to mention, it didn’t exactly solely appeal to only a small margin of gamers, those being white cis males.

The gaming industry has notoriously been known in the past for its heteronormative community and general prejudice toward minorities. Though it has gone through a significant change over the decades, we certainly can’t say it’s fully gone.

Yet for whatever reason, the recent MCYT has taken the interest of so many queer people in comparison to other gaming YouTube communities. Why? Why are queer people so drawn to this community? And, more precisely, why does it feel so different than the old MCYT? Lastly, how does this relate to the conclusion about the leading personalities of this fandom we made in the last post?

The Niche Communities of MCYT Over the Years

MCYT has always been a huge, over-saturated genre of YouTube with content appealing to a variety of audiences. It’s dominated gaming content for years, and I think we can all safely say it’s never been bigger than it is today.

So why is it that just now it feels like the queerness of the fandom is popping off? Why now as opposed to say five years ago when MCYT was at another one of it’s strongest stages?

It seems like the community has made a tremendous shift in relation to breaking gender norms and LGBTQ+ subjects, not only in the fans but within the creators themselves. Was flirting and calling a pretty-boy streamer pet names as normal in the past as it is today? Were straight gamer guys putting on dresses and a full-face of make-up as supported back then? Were “marriages” and “pregnancies” within Minecraft boys an everyday occurrence like they are now? How is it that MCYT has dominated a Twitch dating show where flirting with the gay host and among straight contestants themselves is just another bit of entertainment? Where is this all coming from?

Recently, I watched a 2 hour documentary depicting all of the stages of Minecraft YouTube and how it has changed over the years. If you haven’t seen it and you have some time to spare, I HIGHLY recommend it! It’s very informative, and it honestly gave me such a strong sense of nostalgia that makes me choke up every time I think about it. I’ll link it below.

The documentary does a great job at exploring the different niche communities that dominated MCYT since it first took off. Some of such communities include the basic Let’s Players, the team-based Let’s Play channels like How2Minecraft, the roleplay story-centric ones like Aphmau and Samgladiator, the tutorial, building and technical side like Mumbo and Grian, the PVP-centric Bedwars or Hypixel channels, the Machinima community, the comedy side like ExplosiveTNT, the parody music videos, and so many more. All of the mentioned communities have dominated Minecraft at one point or another, many of them still having a rippling effect and/or a loyal community today. All of these communities have certain aspects that define them, some of which parallel the current overtaking content in the present.

How can we compare MyStreet to the Dream SMP?

Taking Aphmau as an example, her MyStreet series had a TREMENDOUS success a few years ago, racking in millions of views and bringing in a lot of money that eventually allowed her to hire voice actors and increase the production of mentioned episodes. The roleplay series was so successful it ran for six seasons!

Now, let’s compare that to the Dream SMP. It seems like a big comparison to be making considering they appear so different at first glance. For once, Aphmau is just one channel whose audience caters toward girls and younger people who enjoy romance. The series is set-up in an episodic-format that resembles more of a TV series than actual Minecraft videos.

Meanwhile, the Dream SMP is a collection of content creators with a mix of improvised storylines and the occasional regular video that resembles more of a Let’s Play series than a RP series.

You could say the only true comparisons to draw out of these two are the popularity they had/have and the profit they brought to their respective creators.

However, there’s two other key similarities that you’ll find not only within these two specific examples, but many other channels and communities as well. Story and characters.

MyStreet’s story aspect is fairly obvious seeing as it’s a episodic series that focuses on a fictional story. The Dream SMP’s story aspect isn’t as clear, but it’s evident there is a story playing out in the foreground and background, whether intentional or unintentional, or improvised or not.

Character is where some of you might start to question me. It’s obvious MyStreet has characters. I mean, it is a fictional story, after all. But the Dream SMP? Light, they’re obviously people!

Well, my answer to that is yes and no--sort of. The Dream SMP’s story heavily relies on roleplay, bits as you might call them. Events that aren’t necessarily planned out as a fictional plot like the typical MyStreet episode is, but they aren’t exactly real. Schlatt is obviously not a villain in real life, he just likes to impersonate as one for the narrative. Wilbur isn’t crazy, but it’s a way to spice up the heroic story surrounding Tommy and him.

It’s video-game improv. Except the actors behind the content just so happen to be real people playing off the personalities and “brands” they have obtained.

Brands. It all boils down to this. In the entertainment business, without a clear vision of your project and a clear way to brand what your consumer intakes, your project will likely not find a lot of success.

There’s a reason why Tommy plays off his loudness, using an overexaggerated laugh that although may not be completely fake, it is likely not the laugh he uses everyday. Or why BadBoyHalo is this supposed innocent muffin who doesn’t understand the crafting table meme and other references that are fairly easy to google and find the meaning of. Or why Sapnap is this chaotic being who loves starting pet wars and we love to paint as an arsonist in the Dream SMP. While all of these personality traits may be a part of their true selves, they’re played up for the camera--for the story. They act as the personas that define their characters in the narrative.

They have a clear brand and vision that appeals to the audience and makes them tune in on the daily to see how they all come together. It’s like roleplaying a more extreme version of yourself, one that brings home the money.

Story and characters run across every entertainment outlet. They define their brand. Aphmau has her characters and series. Hermitcraft has a set of memorable personalities and episodic videos that formulate its own story that is less like a narrative and more of a history of the server. ExplodingTNT has his recurring cast and comedic sketches. Most of these niche communities have a form of story and character defining them. It’s how they achieve a clear sense of branding and cater to a specific audience.

Queer Theory in MCYT

Having said all that, why does the MCYT of today draw in so many queer viewers?

Let’s think about this. In my last post, I ended by mentioning DTeam Tumblr is a sort of safe haven for INFP and INxx types who might be placed in the “other” category by society. INFPs, specially, are predisposed for escapism--one common form of it being fiction and entertainment. Not to mention, INFPs are feeling types who, as introverts, seek a personable connection. It’s why it’s so easy for them to obsess over book characters or fall in love with content creators.

Now, let’s imagine a whole community of LGBTQ+ INFP and INxx types. Actually, scratch that, we don’t even have to imagine it.

It’s what our community looks like today.

And why are so many so drawn to the DTeam and Dream SMP of all things? It’s a personable storyline that essentially forms a direct tie to the viewer. Unlike pre-recorded fictional TV series you tune into on your device, the Dream SMP is a whole load of chaos that blurs the lines between reality and fiction where fans can directly connect to creators and get to know them as people through a storyline that features sub-textual queer themes and non-conforming behaviors.

The MCYT content creator community of today is more non-conforming than ever before, and knowing this whole fact, knowing that many of them might place themselves in the “other” category or at the very least aren’t afraid to break the norms and be seen in that light, is a comfort in itself for LGBTQ+ INFP types. Once again, it’s a safe space that helps you escape from the troubles of real life, one you relate to.

Okay. So although this does answer why the fans look like they do, what about the creators themselves? Are we really supposed to believe this all came through naturally? That a bunch of straight guys suddenly decided wearing dresses was something they wanted to do?

I don’t mean to sound cynical here, and I’m in no way trying to insinuate creators have solely some sort of corrupt ulterior motive. Things are never as simple as they look. However, the truth is, a part of it lies on the attention it’s gotten.

I’ve talked a lot about DreamNotFound and the way Dream uses it as a marketing ploy. I stand by my point. However, he’s not the only one who does this in the MCYT community. Why did Finn suddenly go from wearing a dress to cross-dressing as a girl for a whole week? Why are so many creators suddenly deciding wearing dresses is fun? Why does every freaking straight MCYT actively want to flirt with George nowadays?

Let’s just let Techno’s favorite word answer this for us: clout.

It gets attention from one of the largest historically underserved minority community in the entertainment business. We might not be able to see gay flirting in every Netflix TV show or guys not minding dresses and getting fake marriages, but you are certainly going to get at least one of those in every Dream SMP stream and video you tune into. It gets attention. It brings home the money. And do I blame them? Not really.

Interestingly enough, there’s a lot of analytical posts on the MCYT Tumblr community that discuss the dangers of these tactics and why gay jokes and the way queer subtext is treated by MCYT creators is harmful. Despite this, it still attracts such a huge community of queers. So why exactly would queer people actively watch something that’s offensive or harmful to us?

I have a lot more to say about this topic and the morality behind Dream’s tactics, but I’m out of breath for today, so I’ll talk about it in my next post. What better way to start the conversation about the DNF and Karlnap questions of the survey than a good ol’ discussion on the morality of queerbaiting and the likes?

If you got this far, I’d appreciate it if you liked and reblogged this post if you enjoyed it and/or learned something new! Also, important news, I would really like to perform a similar study on the DTeam Twitter Community to measure the differences in demographics across platforms. I would REALLY appreciate it if you guys could go like, retweet and share the link I posted on my Twitter about it (tweet will be linked in the reblog below) so it reaches more of the DTeam Twitter community!

However, if you filled out the survey yourself here or you associate more with DTeam Tumblr than DTeam Twitter please DO NOT fill out the survey again! I’m trying to make sure it reaches the audience that mains on Twitter, but I need a little help with that since I don’t have as big of an influence on Twitter than on here for obvious reasons.

Anyhow, thank you so much for all your support! I really appreciate y’all and make sure to hit the follow if you want to lookout for the next demographics post! <3

(Pssst, I’m releasing a MCYT DNF superpower AU longfic next month... You should totally go check out the post on that if you’re interested in it...)

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themissinghippogriff · 4 years

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| one lucky guy | imagine

young remus x reader

Description: reader has a crush on remus but thinks he and sirius are dating

W.C: 2k+

Requested: no warnings

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You picked at your food and sighed, today was Remus's birthday. You had gotten him a present but you weren't sure how to go about giving it to him. For over a year you had the biggest crush on him but decided not to say anything because he was dating Sirius, but you couldn't exactly be upset about that, they were a really cute couple.

Just as this thought crossed your mind Sirius stood atop the Gryffindor table, " May I have your attention!" he announced, gaining the attention of the student body. You glanced down near his feet where you saw Remus bury his red face in his hands, " Today is the smart, caring, and beautiful Remus Lupin's birthday!" he gushed with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

Down the table, Marlene McKinnon whooped and began clapping and many of her housemates and friends followed, laughing at Sirius's stupid antics. You found yourself clapping with them and laughing when McGonagall threatened to give Sirius detention if he didn't get down," Oh you know you don't care about me stating the obvious, Minnie!"

You watched McGonagall's lip twitch, " Mr. Black, get off the table,"

Potions, your last class of the day. You loved this class for the sole reason you were partnered with Remus, but lately being his partner was bittersweet. You had to get rid of this crush, but how?

You sat down beside the werewolf and smiled, " I haven't had a chance to tell you today, but Happy Birthday,"

He returned the smile with rosy cheeks, " Thank you, are you coming to the party Sirius advertised during breakfast?" he asked, a twinge of hopefulness in his voice that went unnoticed by you.

" Wouldn't miss it for the world," you teased, allowing yourself to get lost in his light green eyes for a moment. He held your stare until you finally looked away," Has anyone given you any presents yet?" you asked taking out your book.

" O-Oh," he stuttered, following your lead, " Yeah, Sirius, James, and Peter gave me somethings this morning, but apparently Sirius has a big surprise for tonight, I'm almost too scared to find out what it is, to be honest," he chuckled.

You sent him an almost pained smile, " Sirius is one lucky guy," you replied, forcing a laugh.

Remus's eyebrows furrowed and before he could ask you what you meant Slughorn walked into the room.

" Lily, this is perfect I don't know why you're so worried," huffed Sirius as he hung balloons and streamers around the common room.

The redhead rolled her eyes, " I'm just not sure we should meddle, what if Remus doesn't like (Y/N)?"

Sirius snorted, " Lily, the man is practically in love with her, has been since fifth year, and it's so bloody obvious she likes him too. Trust me, we're doing those two a favor," he said before blowing up a balloon, only for it to shoot out of his hands and hit Peter in the face.

" Sorry about that mate!" laughed Sirius.

You walked to your dorm and decided you would dress up a little, you had to get over this crush. He seemed happy and you never want to interfere with his relationship with Sirius, so you might as well mingle tonight.

You grabbed a shimmery shadow and applied the mauve color to your lid, following it up with black mascara and eyeliner. You grabbed Lily's berry-colored lipgloss and put it on.

You then slid on your off-shoulder blouse and crotched bell bottoms. You looked at yourself in the mirror and decided you were happy with your appearance. Walking to your trunk you got down on your knees and rummaged through it looking for Remus's present, tonight was the night you'd get over him.

You'd have fun tonight. You told yourself you would dance and laugh with your friends, and even allow strangers with not so innocent intentions to approach you.

Even if that's not what you really wanted.

Remus lied on his bed and sighed, he needed to get over this crush, she'd never go for someone like him- for something like him.

He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, making it fluffier than it already was. He stood, changing out of his school uniform into something more comfortable. He grabbed a beige sweater and pulled it over himself, he never wore short sleeves, no matter how hot it was.

Sirius came into the room, " James and Pete are getting the butterbeer and firewhiskey and should be back in a few minutes, so the party will be in full swing right about then," he grinned, but his friend's face made him pause, " You alright, Moony?" he asked.

Remus sighed through his nose and nodded, " Yeah, just feeling a little anti-social is all,"

The ebony-haired man frowned, " C'mon Remus," he began, putting a hand on the werewolf's shoulder, " It'll be fun, it's going to be us, our friends, drinking and talking,"

" And I need you to be there for my big surprise, remember?" he whined.

Green eyes rolled but a smile graced his scarred face all the same, " Fine, might as well get a drink or two,"

Sirius barked a laugh, " That's the spirit,"

You made your way down the steps to be greeted with the sound of music and laughter. Your (Y/E/C) eyes swept around the room before they landed on Lily, " Hey," you greeted.

The girl smiled before handing you a butterbeer, " It's about time you came down, I thought I was going to have to come up there and drag you down here," she teased, leading you over to where Dorcas and Marlene sat.

" (Y/N), " acknowledged Marlene, " You look hot,"

You felt your face heat up, " You don't look so bad yourself Marley," you laughed.

Dorcas took a swig of firewhiskey, pushing her blonde hair back, " Hey Marley let's go dance," she said before taking the other blonde's hand.

" Ah, Lily-flower," crooned a familiar voice.

You and Lily turned around to see James with his arms wide open. The redhead shook her head but hugged her boyfriend, " Are you ready to witness my amazing dance skills, Evans?" he flirted before kissing her nose.

You shook your head at your two friends and leaned against the stone wall, finding yourself looking for Remus. He was on the other side of the room, throwing his head back to some joke Sirius made.

You looked away quickly, not wanting to feel more lonely then you already did.

" Excuse me," you turned to see a Ravenclaw in your year, you recognized him as one of the chasers on the Quidditch team. His name was Benjy Fenwick, he was handsome with his copper-colored hair and cobalt blue eyes.

" Are you here with someone?" he questioned with a small smirk. You glanced over to Remus who was still talking to Sirius.

" No, I'm not,"

Sirius felt his heart drop in his stomach as he saw you talking to Benjy Fenwick, shit shit shit, this wasn't supposed to be happening. He looked over to Lily to see her dancing with James, but before he could get her attention Remus asked, " What are you-,"

Sirius could have died right there at the look on Remus's face, total and utter disappointment. He gritted his teeth as he watched Fenwick lead you over to where the others were dancing, spinning you as you laughed.

" I... I think I'm going to head upstairs,"

The pureblood blanched, " Moony mate I-,"

" Goodnight, Sirius," was all he said before walking up the stairs that led to the boy's dorm. Had he been wrong about how you felt? No, he couldn't have been, he needed to talk to Lily and tell her what was happening.

You were talking to Benjy when all of a sudden you felt someone grab your arm, " Hey (Y/N), don't you need to go give Remus his present?" Lily asked, not bothering to even glance at Benjy.

You looked to the Ravenclaw and then back to your friend, " Um, I'm kinda-,"

Lily cut you off, " Remus isn't feeling all that well and you should give it to him before he goes to bed," she pressed.

You sent Benjy and apologetic smile before nodding at Lily, " I suppose, I'll be back," you said over your shoulder before making your way up the steps.

- You knocked on the oak door before entering, you saw Remus sitting on his bed, " (Y/N), what are you doing here?" he asked.

You smiled, " I came to give you your present," you replied holding up the bag.

He placed his hands in his lap and sent you a strained smile, " You didn't have to get me anything," he said softly.

You sat down beside him, " Well I wanted to," you said, handing him the red bag.

He placed it on his lap before removing the tissue paper, he took out the book and sweater you had gotten him and smiled, " Thank you," he murmured, turning to you.

You felt your face begin to heat up, " You're welcome,"

He paused, running a finger over the spine of the book, " (Y/N)?" he asked.

" Hm?"

" What did you mean when you said Sirius was one lucky guy?" he asked, it had been bugging him all afternoon but had forgotten to ask you earlier.

You frowned, " Oh you know... because you two are dating," you said sheepishly.

Remus's eyes bugged out of his head, " Wh-What!?" he yelped.

You raised an eyebrow, " What?"

" You- You think Sirius and I are- what?!"

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline, " You're not?"

" No!" he squeaked, " I'm straight!"

You felt like the biggest idiot in the fucking world, so there you were blinking like a dumbass in front of the boy you had like for a year, " Ah," was all you had to offer as you mentally kicked your own ass.

Remus's face was beet red, " I...-,"

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you, " I'm so sorry!"

Suddenly Remus's face broke into a grin as he joined you in your fit of laughter, " I'm going to bloody kill him," he groaned, running a hand over his now pink face, " This actually isn't the first time this happened,"

You giggled, " Well at least my competition has one less person-,"

You froze, as did Remus. You were back to mentally kicking your ass, this was a great night huh?

" What... what do you mean?" he asked.

You let out a nervous chuckle, " Oh um, nothing," you said standing up," I better leave you to-,"

He grabbed your hand, his mouth opening before closing as he tried to find the right words, " Do you have feelings for me?" he asked, that hopeful tone not going unnoticed by you this time.

You looked down at your feet before nodding, " I... do," you whispered, pulling your hand back, " Sorry,"

This time he stood, " For what," he smiled, " I actually feel the same way, so it kinda works out," he said thoughtfully, an amused look on his pretty face.

Your mouth opened, " Really? You like me too? You're in like with me?" you asked in disbelief, hoping this wasn't some drunken dream.

He laughed slightly and nodded, " Yes, love, I'm in like with you,"

You felt your face break into a grin before meeting his lips with your own. The kiss was slow, with is hand on the small of your back and your fingers tangling in his feathery curls.

Outside the door, Sirius peeked through a crack and smiled before busting the door open with Lily in tow, " SURPRISE!"

#young remus lupin #young remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #fluff

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multibug · 3 years

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i'm out of my head and i know that you're scared (because hearts get broken)

chapters: 19/? (chapter one is a prelude from my love square fluff series and is included) words: 51,441 relationships: adrien agreste/marinette dupain-cheng, alya cesaire/nino lahiffe tags: Alternate Universe - No Kwamis, Chatting & Messaging, Long-Distance Friendship, Identity Reveal, Slow Burn, Influencers, Aged-Up Character(s), Human Kwamis, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Lila Shakes Things Up summary: ren from ren and stimpy: think its the opposite u furry lookin ass

right chat: Rena, nooo!!

ren from ren and stimpy: rena yes

or, Adrien is a streamer on top of his modeling job, with the help of his long-distance friends Ladybug, Carapace, and Rena Rouge. Shenanigans ensue, and the masks they’ve hidden behind for years begins to break.

“You’re telling me that some bitch—”

Nino sputters out a mildly horrified laugh. “Alya!”

A strand of hair is tucked behind her ear by said snapback-clad boy and she huffs loudly. “What, Nino? It’s not as if I’m wrong. As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, she stole my identity?!”

“Yeah, we only realized she wasn’t you when the two of you returned from your trip and messaged us,” Adrien supplies helplessly, shifting to tuck a leg under him.

Alya gives both him and Marinette the stink eye, though Adrien’s sure it’s just a test if he knows her well enough. “How could you ever think someone like that was me?”

“To be fair, Als,” Marinette starts off, voice gentle as she scooches closer to Adrien to lean against his arm. “We didn’t really get to talk to her. I tried messaging her on Discord and on Twitch, but she kept claiming she was busy anytime I reached out. I figured you were just upset over the breakup originally and needed your space, you know? I didn’t want to push it.”

The redhead’s harsh exterior fades, and they’re left with a sad one instead. “Yeah, it’s just bizarre that she’d even want my account? Is she that obsessed with sunshine over here?”

“Hey! Don’t say that.” Adrien’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red, which has Marinette pinching them. He grabs her hands and huffs. “Hey to you too!”

Marinette’s laughter is contagious. “Hey, what’s up?”

Alya raises an eyebrow in Marinette’s direction and leans in to whisper into her ear. Whatever Alya says has Marinette’s cheeks burning a bright shade of pink that travels to her neck and parts of her shoulders. She quickly removes her hands from Adrien’s, yet stays tucked against his side.

Both of them blinking over in Adrien’s direction has him believing it had something to do with him.

“Whatever the case may be,” Adrien begins, flicking his hair out of his eyes. He’s not thinking about those last few seconds. Nope. “We need to be smart about this, Ren—Alya. She has your account right now and has all of our subscribers like putty in her hands.”

“Adrien’s right. If we go about this the wrong way, they might think we’re lying, and we do not want for that to happen,” Nino chimes in, resting a reassuring hand on Alya’s shoulder as she begins to close in on herself.

“It’s weird seeing you be reasonable,” Marinette comments idly, her hair splaying out over Adrien’s arm and shoulder.

Nino hums. “Only when it’s needed.”

“That’s a good way to live.”

“Yeah, I try.” Nino flips his non-existent long hair over his shoulder.

“So what do we do?” Alya’s voice is soft, nowhere near as confident as the girl they know.

Marinette sends her a reassuring smile. “Max is working on getting the account back as we speak. Going through the conventional means won’t work, but if anyone can do it, it’s Max.”

“He said he’d call once he has the account back, so instead of sitting around all day like plebs, I’ve planned us a little adventure.” Nino’s lips curve into a smirk that excites Adrien. “Get dressed, lads and ladettes. We’ve places to be, things to see!”

“Do you have any idea what he’s got planned?” Marinette asks both Adrien and Alya as Nino disappears into the guest room to supposedly finish getting ready.

A light breeze travels in through the screen door of the balcony. It’s chillier than it’s been the last few days, though not nearly as cold as Paris is during this time of year. Birds still flock regularly on Marinette’s balcony, a few residing today with the leftovers of what she’d given them earlier.

Adrien loves it here.

(Marinette definitely isn’t the main reason, no. He wouldn’t admit it to himself if he was paid to.)

“No idea,” Alya replies with a shrug, a far-off look in her eye. “I’m going to go get dressed.” As soon as the look had appeared, it vanished, and she follows Nino to change.

“We have to keep an eye on her,” Marinette whispers, a bit too close to constitute a reasonable amount of personal space, but Adrien isn’t complaining. “I don’t like seeing her like this.”

His heart warms at how caring she is. “You’re too nice, Bug. She’ll be okay, but we’ll be there for her if she needs us, okay?”

He hopes his reassurance is enough to quell her worries.

It does seem to be enough, and a huge smile breaks out on her face. “Thanks, Adrien. You’re the best.” She leaves him with a quick, slightly wet kiss on the cheek and scurries out of the room with a giggle, much to Adrien’s amusement.

He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, shaking his head fondly. If that’s how she wants to play, then so be it.

Game on.

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PANINI: gamers im taking the ladies out today if you guys want to come, let me know and i’ll dm you the details

Banana head: NINO, YOU IDIOT. I’M NOT A LADY. Who changed my name? I will end you.

chlo: rmbr u rmbr right?

Banana head: Chlo, I swear to all that is holy. Don’t tell that story.

chlo: how much?

RENegade: is sHE ASKING FOR SEX???

marimba: SEX???????? wheRE?????

chlo: GOD NO I’M A LESBIAN WHAT THE FUCK

Kagami: Lesbian, huh? ;)

chlo: kagami stfu is2g

Kagami: ;)

chlo: ANYWAYS how much money, adri

Banana head: You want another Louis Vuitton bag, don’t you?

chlo: IT’S THE NEWEST OF THE SEASON AND THEY WON’T LET ME HAVE IT

Banana head: Sigh. I’ll see what I can do.

chlo: thanks bitch! you’re the bomb bomb dot com bomb diggity someone take away my phone

Alix: hey, @Carapace, what time are you guys going out? rose, juleka and i are about to see a movie but if it’s after that, we can meet up

PANINI: we were gonna head out before the rain hit so in like five minutes

Juls: drat we can just hang out another time then :( have fun guys!!!!

marimba: YOU TOO JULES I LOVE YOU BITCH

Juls: I AIN’T EVER GON STOP LOVING YOU

Alix: BITCH

Banana head: Best meme. 10/10.

luka: how can you say that when the chicken nuggets meme exists

marimba: I ONLY HAVE 69 CENTS!! GOOD MEME!!!!!!

luka: see even marinette knows

marimba: haha it has 69 in it haha haha ha

Banana head: You’re such a child!!!!

marimba: COMING FROM THE MAN WITH THE NAME BANANA HEAD WHERE’S CHLOE I’LL GET HER THE LOUIS VUITTON BAG IF IT MEANS HER TELLING THE STORY

Banana head: I’M KIDDING. I’M KIDDING!!!!

marimba: that’s what i thought :)

PANIN(o)I: y’all better be ready we leaving now let’s GO

RENegade: I’M COMING BITCH CHILLLLL

marimba: wITHOUT ME????

Adrien’s been ready for a bit, but he doesn’t mind waiting.

He decided on wearing a pair of black jeans instead of shorts, just in case it rains while they’re out, and a black sweater with a thick jean jacket. His hair is a dark brown shade, still lightening at a slow rate, though he doesn’t mind it much at this shade.

He wouldn’t dye it again to match, but he’ll let it fade as he’s enjoying the brunet life.

Marinette’s bedroom door squeaks open and she appears through the door, dressed and ready to go.

And wow. No one should look that good, and she pulls it off so easily.

Her bangs frame her face like curtains, her hair just past shoulder length from being straightened. Her bright blue eyes blink amusedly at him, lips arching into a smile.

The only makeup he spots is on her lips, a lip gloss that makes her lips look super kissable. “Problem, Agreste?”

Laughter bubbles out of his lips, and he averts his eyes. “None, Dupain-Cheng. Just admiring your beauty, is all.” Lying won’t help his cause, so he might as well be honest.

She rolls her eyes, hard enough to hurt, yet her cheeks give her away. “Sure, whatever you say!”

His eyes flash over her attire. While she’s not dressed up by any means, the outfit she chose suits her so well.

Wait. Is she trying to kill him?

With the impending rain and whether they’ll end up caught in the crossfire, she’s chosen a black baggy sweater, denim jeans with large holes around the knees with fishnet stockings underneath, and black old-skool vans.

And to top it off, she’s wearing his merch. His Chat Noir sweater that’s completely black, with white lettering in the center that says, “I’m the Chat’s meow”. He hadn’t noticed at first, been too preoccupied with, er, other things—her lips—and he’d lie if he said his face didn’t get slightly hot at seeing her in person in his merch.

“I thought you only bought the sweatpants, Bug?” He asks offhandedly, eyes averting from her for a second time.

(He has no idea the nickname brings another bout of red to her cheeks.)

“Shut up or I will take it off right now—”

“Oh, please d—”

She’s in front of him in a second, her hand firmly covering his mouth with a menacing look in her eyes. “Adrien Agreste, if you continue with that sentence, I will murder you and I won’t tell anyone where I hid your body—”

Adrien bursts out laughing the best he can, and it sounds so bizarre with her hand muffling it. His own hand finds her wrist and wraps around it, gently prying it away from his face. “Bug, please, you’re going to kill me!”

“You’re not wrong about that,” she affirms with her eyes narrowed. She allows him to keep hold of her wrist.

“I was kidding,” he murmurs, eyes locking with hers as he brings her wrist to his lips and presses a light kiss to her skin. With how close she is, he can feel her breath hitch, so he sends her his best smile. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable.”

Marinette’s head tilts to the side, face softening. Her free hand finds his cheeks and she squeezes them gently. “You’ve never made me uncomfortable before, and you haven’t now. I was kidding as well.”

His eyes brighten. “Oh, so that means you—”

“You’re absolutely hopeless!” Her forehead drops to his shoulder as she whines loudly.

“There, there,” he says, hand wrapping around her to pat her back. “You’ll be okay, Bug, don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

She’s warm, so warm against him that his jacket feels stifling, and he tugs her closer, enjoying—savoring this moment with her. He doesn’t have many days left in Nice, and he wants to cherish every second he can.

There goes his heart again, pitter-pattering away, following hers like a lost puppy.

If only she knew.

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #Nino lahiffe #streamer au #mine #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #i finally wrote it!#its' finally posted!!!!!!!!!!!#AAAAAAAAAAAH #i hope you guys enjoy #this is only part one of two tho :p #also this is not beta'd #ill probably fix it later but i aint give a FUCK #ladynoir #but unconventionally

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queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm · 4 years

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Daminette December Day 5: Fire (Continues from day 4’s prompt of gaming)

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Damian Wayne Al Gul was never known for backing out from challenges. So when the opportunity came to “unmask” Ladybug, you best believe he was determined to seeing that to completion. A game plan began brewing in his head, “How am I going to get a Parisian streamer/designer to come to the states?” He muttered to himself, “There need to be a reason.”

‘What could make her want to come?’ Damian thought. There in his room, you could smell the oil and hear the gears turning inside his head. He brought his fingers to his temples, completely lost to the world at the momment. And then, it hit him. “I’ve got it!” He almost screamed, “I could make it into a sponsorship!”

“Hey, Demon-Spawn!” Jason barged into the room. A kunai flew passed his head, “Do- Watch it! Anyway Brucie wants us in the living room.”

Damian scowled. His plans would have to wait for now. This had better be good. As he made his way to the living room, Damian didn’t have the slightest clue that old Brucie Boy was about to make his job a hell of lot easier.

*Line Break*

On the other side of the world, our favorite girl had just finished “Tim Drake’s” commission. The client didn’t give much detail into what they wanted, all they said was to make them a suit and mask for the masquerade. Marinette had full creative liberty over the suit and mask. She wanted to go over the top, but on the off chance it was actually Timothy Drake himself it needed the right amount of subtlety to be functional.

(A/N: I’m not really good at describing clothes, but I couldn’t find anything that looks like I have in my head. Sorry!)

Marinette doesn’t do themes often, but she decided this design would become the newest part of her “Elements” collection. The suit jacket itself was a dark green, almost gray, color with multicolored leaves hand stitched into the material. Marinette had barely made it visible, but if one looked close enough it was definitely there. The pocket square was olive green with brown undertones as was the bow tie. The suit’s pants were the the same color as the jacket. The mask, however, the mask made the piece come together. The mask itself was brown, but the small details on the mask were lined with gold thread. Everything about this look screamed nature.

It had taken her a week to complete, and boy was it worth it. Marintte was relieved it was over, but loved the finished result. She packaged the suit and mask duo and placed her handwritten thank you note inside. The note read, “Dear Mr. Drake, Thank you for commissioning me for your gala. I do not know if it is the real Tim Drake and if it’s not please remember you do not have have to lie to get my attention. But if it is in fact Timothy Drake, himself, I want to thank you for this opportunity. I hope everything is up to your standards. Please continue to commission me for anything! Thank you for shopping at “Miss Fortune” Bug our! Signed, Ladybug” Marinette went straight to the post office to ship it to the American adress and returned home shortly after.

The next day at school would have Marinette begging for someone to put her out of her misery. It was announced that the class had won the Wayne scholarship to visit Gotham. And while Marinette was happy her hard work had seen results, it meant more work would be piled onto her. Ms. Bustier had cut her train of thought off, “Oh, and before I forget, we are invited to the Wayne’s annual Christmas charity gala. And Alya, there is absolutely no recording or interviews. If you fail to adhere to these rules, you will be bard from any and all other activities involving the Wayne family.”

Alya looked deflated by that fact. Lila was going to cook up some lie about knowing the Wayne’s, but once again Ms. Bustier had opened her mouth again, “Lila, we all know about your condition to lie uncontrollably. That being said, if you feel compelled to lie about knowing the Wayne family I would keep your mouth shut. Gotham is known as the city with the highest crime rate in the world. The Waynes have been known targets of Gotham’s villains, we wouldn’t want to be put in danger.”

Marinette had smirked at that comment and Lila eye had twitched, “Of course Ms. Bustier!”

The only thought that was going through Marinette’s head after that was, ‘What am I going to wear?’

*Line Break*

A month had passed and the trip to Gotham was tomorrow. Marinette decided to tell her followers on her twitch why there would be no more streams for another two weeks or so, “Today I just want to let you guys know that I will not be going live for like two weeks. I’ll be in America with my school for a trip. We’ll be attending a very important event there! I hope you guys won’t forget about when I’m gone!”

The comments and donations came in hordes. Most claiming that they could never forget about a gaming goddess. There where some asking about where in America she was headed to, “Well, usually I wouldn’t say anything. Buuuut, this is a very large city! We are headed to Gotham city!”

At 3:28 pm Damian Wayne, felt his heart stop. Ladybug would be in Gotham because of her Parisian class for an important event. There was only one Parisian class that had won if he remembered correctly, he’d have to ask Tim. Damian grabbed his phone in a attempt to see if Marinette would answer this frantic texting.

Her phone dings on stream, “Wow, I’m sorry guys I thought I had that on silent,” Marinette silences her phone but pays no attention to the contents on it. Her phone continues to buzz, “I’m so popular today,” she giggled, “To Damian, who I know is watching, can you please stop texting me when I’m live? Please and thank you. And before you heathens ask, no Damian does not know who I am so do go snooping to try and find out who he is,” She said in her heavily accented English.

Damian decided he would talk to her later, lest she be angry at him. The stream was relatively short today, only an hour and a half. Marinette had to go so that she would “actually be alive in the morning” as she put it. And when the cat is away, the birds go and play. Damian donned his Robin persona as he took it upon himself to continue his mission in uncovering Ladybug.

As he suspected, only one class from Paris had won the scholarship. The class president’s name had also just so happened to be none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Damian then deduced that Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Ladybug are the same person. Oh, what fun this was going to be.

During the Parisian class’s time in Gotham, they had left Marinette behind 5 times. Let me repeat that. Caline Bustier, an educator and chaperone, had left one of her students in one of the world’s most dangerous cities not once, not twice, not even thrice, but five times. Thankfully on her first time she had ran into a young Arabic man named Damian. Marinette laughed at how much this Damian had reminded her of her client. He wasn’t wearing her designs though so she couldn’t tell if they were one and the same, spoiler alert: they were!

The night of the gala had arrived and Damian asked to accompany her as her date. Marinette would have normally said “no, thank you” but Damian and Marinette had gotten to know each other over the course of her adventures in Gotham. So instead she said, “Yes!”

Marinette had spent a month on her newest creation. The purpose for this gala and this one alone. It would make its debut in her “Elements” collection, after the trip. Marinette was particularly proud of this one, this time the theme was fire and boy was there going to be one. The mask she wore was lined with blue to symbolize one of the hottest flames there are.

(A/N: As stated earlier I’m not good at describing clothing, so here’s a picture of what I’m talking about. Also this is not mine and kudos to whoever did make it because I want this for myself.)

Damian waited patiently for his date to arrive. He was dressed in the exact opposite way. Cool blues and slivers donned his suit. His mask was white with red linning to contrast Marinette’s blue. None of what he was wearing was of “Miss Fortune” though. There wasn’t enough time for him to ask.

When Marinette exited the elevator, Damian had the wind knocked out of him. She looked like ethereal and in that momment Damian wasn’t sure if she really existed. He had seen the dress on her streams while she was making it, but this was the first time he had seen Marinette wearing it. Marinette was the epitome of regality.

But when Marinette saw Damian dressed like the prince she’d known him to be, Marinette almost fainted. Together they looked like gods gracing mortals with their presence. Anyone who saw them, assumed such as well. They’d stop and stare at Adonis and his Aphrodite.

They walked the red carpet and at that moment Marinette realized three things, one: She would have to reveal herself as Ladybug, two: she would have to explain herself to her followers, and three: Damian is that Damian Wayne???

“Surprise?” He said with a raising of his shoulders.

“We’ll talk later,” she said lowly.

Together they passed the reporters to enter and Marinette made her big reveal, “Miss! Miss! Who are you wearing? It’s gorgeous!”

“I’m wearing my own design! I run a website called Miss Fortune. You would probably recognize me as Ladybug on Twitch though,” she giggled.

Before she could answer anymore questions, Damian pulled her inside to the actual Gala. He couldn’t wait to see the looks on his brother’s faces when they relized who he had on his side. And by the sound of the shriek that ran throughout the halls, Tim and Dick had just found out. They raced over in an attempt to introduce themselves to her.

Marinette noticed that Tim was wearing the suit she had made back in November. She paled when she remembered accusing him of lying in her note, “You are wearing my design. You weren’t lying to me!”

Marinette was apologizing and Tim didn’t need it. She had every right to be suspicious whenever someone claimed to know or be part of the Wayne crew. Jason had a Batcow when he noticed the angel of a girl on the arm of a demon. And then freaked out even more once, he heard who she was.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Well... that was before Alya and Lila were escorted out for recording and lying on the Wayne Family name. Oh, boy legal was going to have so much fun with them.

Bruce Wayne seen four of his children huddled around a small French-Asian woman. He thought he should introduce himself. Unknown to Marinette Bruce was also wearing her work. Apparently Damian had commissioned that suit for Bruce’s birthday. Marinette almost fainted for the second time that evening.

As the party came to a close, Damian and Marinette stepped out to chat alone, “I know this is kind of forward, but would you like to accompany me on a date soon?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Marinette smiled as she rested her head on Damian’s shoulder while staring at the sky.

Fire is volatile. It can burn, destroy, and even kill. But fire is also rebirth, warmth, and passion. Marinette is the fire to Damian’s ice. Complete opposites that complete each other, just as it should be.

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A/N: So the two shot is over!!!! Did you all like it? I think this one is my favorite so far. In any case thank you for all the notes, comments, and reblogs on the last part. I really appreciate it! If you want to be tagged let me know in the comments!

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Technicolor Beat.

Poppy had been planning Branches' birthday party for months now, and the day had finally come. She had made sure everything was perfect, it should all go well. If of course, her present to him didn't ruin their friendship.

(Also posted on my Ao3)

Nerves bubbled up inside Poppy as she made her way to the now not-so-hidden secret bunker that Branch so proudly live in.

Her eyes glanced down to the small blue box clutched in her hands. She sighed, releasing some pressure in her chest that she hadn’t noticed was there.

She honestly wasn’t sure where this sudden anxiety came from. She had been planning this for months now, and all she had felt was excitement. Branches’ birthday had been fast approaching and the pink queen had made it her goal to make it perfect for him.

After all, it had been 21 years since he’d had a real one.

Branch had agreed to let her plan something, on two conditions. One: No surprises. (It’s not a surprise if you point it out Branch, duh.)

And two: No big crowds.

Okay, Those are doable, although a little disappointing.

Poppy was just happy that Branch was letting this happen at all.

She recalled the last time they had tried to surprise Branch with a party. Poppy had planned everything perfectly. At least she thought so. She hadn’t really considered the idea that perhaps the paranoid hermit of her village might have several (painful) traps laid. Uhg, the memory made her grimace.

No one had dared to try again, until now, of course.

So, Poppy had agreed to his terms. It would be a small, scheduled party, with just herself and the Snack Pack. A quiet affair to be shared among friends. He had also said that he really didn’t need any presents, but knowing the Snack pack (and the small box she was currently caressing.) He was getting gifts whether he wanted them or not.

Branch had actually been rather excited about it, which at the time made Poppy bubble with joy.

Poppy smiled, leaves pleasantly crunching under her feet as she reached the entrance to the bunker. Was she nervous? Absolutely. Was that gonna stop her from having an amazing time? Absolutely NOT

Poppy knocked three times, on the trapdoor that was hidden as a welcome mat. As if Branch would ever welcome anyone in his bunker. She tapped her foot impatiently, fiddling with the palm-sized present.

It took a beat before the familiar sound of Branches’ (Surprisingly well-crafted) elevator rising up from the underground made itself known.

The pink troll took a breath, trying her hardest not to squish the small wrapped box in her hands. ‘Showtime.’ She thought. The trapdoor slowly creaked open, with Branches’ dark mane emerging from the door, his brows raised as his eyes met hers.

The queen couldn’t help the grin that spread across her cheeks in that moment.

She breathed in. “Hey there’s my special birthday boy!” Poppy yelled, with admittedly the stupidest smile on her face.

When Branch rolled his eyes, Poppy’s rictus only grew. “Ready for the best birthday bash a former sour-patch could hope for!?”

He scoffed, eyebrows lowering with annoyance, but his smirk showed he wasn’t serious. “There will be no –” He brought two fingers up and flexed them. “– ‘Bashing’ in my bunker.” Branch snarked. Poppy only hummed.

He held out his hand to her to take, which she accepted, helping her down into the (kinda cramped) elevator.

Poppy stuck the present she had (hopefully) not crushed in her hands, into the pocket of her dress. The two stood there in silence, the only sound being the rattle and grinding of the makeshift lift bring them deeper underground.

It did nothing to settle the mysterious anxiety swishing in her chest cavity. She opted to examine the birthday boy while she waited.

He looked good, really good, she admitted. He was sporting a dark green button up folded up to his elbows, under a black vest, tied together with a pair of fashionable black dress trousers. Rather handsome, and put together for him.

‘Must be Satin and Chenille.’ Was a thought that crossed her mind, but something in her wondered if Branch just secretly had a good sense of style.

She’d have to raid his closet sometime, just to be sure. After all, half the time he walked around in a vest and shorts.

Branch stared at his knuckles, rested on the contraption’s handle. “Everyone else is already here.” He rolled his eyes, as if something in his mind’s-eye was already stressing him out.

“You don’t know how hard it is to keep those guys from touching every damn thing in there.” He grimaced.

Poppy giggled, picturing Branches’ utter panic while the Snack Pack ran amok in his precious underground fort. “Sorry, they’re charismatic! I can’t change that.”

Branch let out a laugh that sounded more like a bark. “No, you’re charismatic.” He waved his hands. “They’re crazy.” He crossed his arms.

“They tried to hang up my bear traps as decoration. Said they’re ‘Pretty’” The blue troll shook his head, utterly unable to understand his friends sometimes.

The girl shrugged at him, somewhat apologetic, but not really. She poked his arm. “You at least let them decorate a little, right?” She stared expectantly.

His ear twitched, as it often did, and his lips puffing into a pout. “A little, but it’ll take forever to clean up anyway.” He complained.

Poppy waved her hands back and forth. “Nonsense, we’ll help you!”

Branch eyed her for a moment, then grinned. The cute, kinda crooked one that she really, really liked.

She did her best to ignore the unexplainable warmth in her cheeks and butterflies that appeared whenever he smiled like that.

Branch continued. “Anyway, I guess it looks nice.”

Poppy raised both her hands, peace signs framing her face. “Oh of course it does! Only the best from my pack.” Branch grunted in response, a contented smile drawn on his face.

As they finally reached the ground floor, Poppy was greeted with the familiar scent of the bunker.

Moist earth, various dried herbs, and something else that Poppy couldn’t quite place. She just called it the ‘Branch Smell’ since he seemed to carry a similar scent.

The new smell of very sugary fruit punch, and lots of pastries, was also present. Poppy couldn’t decide if all of the various smells married together was pleasant, or really, really gross.

She was happy to see that Branch was correct. The shelves that usually just held supplies and preserved food were now colorful with frilly steamers and decorative lights.

When Poppy took a few steps onto the cold ground, she realized the floor was dusted with glitter. Guy diamond, no doubt.

Two tables were set up in the middle of the main room, one with food (And a cake that looked almost too good.) and another with several assorted drinks and a big bowl of fruit punch.

Upon further inspection, there was also a small table against the wall to the left, with presents of all shapes and sizes.

The queen was charmed at the big banner hung up above, with the words “Happy birthday, Branch!” beautifully painted on it. Harper had done an amazing job.

On the end of each table stood half of the Snack Pack, all grinning ear-to-ear. Upon spotting her, a chorus of “Poppy!!” came from them. Poppy winked.

“Amazing job guys, as always!!” She trotted closer to the group, eyes still admiring her friend’s handiwork. Branch followed her, following her gaze. He seemed impressed, despite clearly not being thrilled about the cleanup.

Biggie smiled, meeting her and giving her the warmest (and tightest) hug. “The streamers were my idea!” He announced. Poppy grinned.

“Excellent touch Bigs!” She said, slightly winded from the gravity of the embrace.

Somehow Guy had appeared and slid his arm over Poppy’s shoulders, directing her gaze to the ground with his hand. “I glittered the place up, obviously.”

The queen nodded. “Obviously!”

It seemed to be time for every member of the Pack to share what part of the party had been their personal idea. Poppy giggled, they were as excited as she was.

She managed to get away from them for a moment to wander over to the present table. The box was light in her hands when she slid it out of her pocket.

The girl stared at the small gift. Blue wrapping, with a simple pink bow taped on top. It was probably the least flamboyant gift she would ever give. Still, this gift might have the most meaning.

Poppy huffed, placing it back into her pocket. She wasn’t ready to part with it yet.

The queen turned, trotting back up to the group, who were now absolutely flooding Branch with attention. He was smiling, but something about his stance screamed ‘I love you guys, but you’re totally crowding me.’

Poppy hummed, getting everyone’s attention. She did a rather elegant (and dramatic) spin, landing perfectly with her arms raised. “Well ladies and birthday boys, the party can finally begin!”

The Snack Packed cheered, Suki and Cooper doing a goofy dance around each other. Branch crossed his arms, clearly a little excited, and possibly very relieved that all of the attention was no longer on him.

Biggie nodded, grabbing a remote out of what seemed to be nowhere. At a press of a button, the very pink stereo that rested on the edge of the food table began blasting music. Everyone quickly fell into place, finding their respective dance partners and moving to the beat.

Poppy swayed, in rhythm with the music, humming as she let her body take control. She hardly noticed when Satin and Chenille had started dancing in step with her, not until they spoke.

“Hey girlie!” They said in unison. The two were wearing matching outfits (as usual.), a crop-top and Bootcut jeans. Well, they were almost matching, the colors were reversed between the two of them. It was very stylish.

Poppy would always be a little jealous at how they could pull off anything. They looked good. “Hi ladies, you look soo pretty!” Poppy spun to emphasize her point.

The twins snickered. “We know!” Satin replied, Chenille continued. “We came over to tell you how pretty you look!” They both took her by her hands and spun her. Poppy giggled.

“That dress looks so much better then what we hoped!” Satin finished.

Poppy paused, processing, and almost falling off beat. She had almost forgotten that she was wearing the dress that Satin and Chenille had specially designed for her.

The girl had many dresses that the twins had made, but they had insisted she wear this new one to the party.

Poppy let go of the twin’s hands to do a cute curtsy, holding the dresses’ skirt delicately. “I know! I love it, you two are so talented!” She complimented.

Satin and Chenille shared a look. “You know, I’m pretty sure it’s pretty enough to impress a certain someone.” Satin hinted. The twins shared a knowing smirk.

“I think he’s already noticed.” Chenille finished in a sing-song voice, the twin’s eyes now settled on a rather awkward looking Branch, their grins growing ever wider.

Poppy turned to share their gaze. Branch was rocking back and forth to the music, not quite dancing like they were, but he was perfectly on beat.

He was also not-so-subtly staring at her.

Poppy was a little uncertain as to why she felt her stomach tie itself in knots under his gaze. The queen’s eyes returned to the two girls before her. “Well I mean… it’s a nice dress!” She managed a grimace.

The sisters looked to each other, shaking their heads, disappointed. “She’s not getting it.” They said in unison. The two nodded in some silent agreement, both linking their arms around hers on either side.

Poppy looked between the two of them helplessly. “Uh… What’s happening here ladies? What am I not getting?”

The two were almost dragging her across the dirt floor now. “I wonder how long you’re gonna be clueless.” Chenille wondered, a sort of sad smile present on her face.

Poppy’s ears wiggled as she struggled to decipher what her twin friends were being so vague about, and keep herself from tripping on the floor. She hardly had any time to ponder, they had already dragged her over to Branch, who for some reason was blushing ear-to-ear.

The sisters unlinked their arms from hers, then pushed her forward. Poppy propelled forward and almost tripped. Luckily (or unluckily) Branch caught her before she fell face-first into the dirt.

The twins snickered, already dancing away. “Happy birthday Branch!” They said together.

Branch stuttered, steam practically rolling off him now.

Poppy blinked, realizing she was still hanging in Branches’ arms, pressed against his chest. They stared at one another for a beat.

“Uhh… “ Was all Branch was capable of saying.

Poppy was finally able to find her footing, jumping to her feet with little grace. Another awkward silence found it’s way between them. That was happening a lot lately. Which was weird, since Poppy usually had no problem talking.

Branch cleared his throat, seemingly having found his voice again. “Well… This is weird.” His ears wiggled a little. Heh… Cute. “I guess… Wanna dance?”

Poppy nodded aggressively, desperate to end this strange tension between them now.

The song had changed to something a little slower now, which Poppy couldn’t help but feel like was fate. Branch gently took her right hand, placing his other hand on her waste.

Oddly enough, the contact sent something that could only be described as electric jolting through her. That was weird, that didn’t normally happen.

They started a slow waltz, Poppy was used to a quicker tempo, but she found something oddly calming about the simple dance.

It helped that Branch was actually good at leading. Why had he waited until they were about to die to show off how good he was at being a troll? She was a little bitter, Poppy had missed 20 years of dancing with Branch.

She’d have to make up for those 20 years.

“Hey,” Branch broke the silence, stirring the girl out of her reverie. She met his eyes. What a piercing blue. “Uh… You look really nice.” He huffed. “Pretty, you look pretty.” He blurted, twirling the queen around so she wouldn’t see how utterly purple his face had gone.

Poppy finished the spin gracefully, smiling at him as they fell back into step easily. “Thanks Branchie!” She leaned forward just a bit, which seemed to startle Branch since his eyes widened. “You look handsome! I knew deep down you had style.”

Branch rolled his eyes, her compliment breaking him out of his awkward stupor. “I’m full of surprises.” He smirked at her. Poppy was utterly baffled at the heat she felt rush to her cheeks, maybe she was getting sick.

A deep breath helped cool her down, thankfully. She would not be getting sick tonight, anytime but tonight.

“You’re having fun, right?” Poppy questioned, Branch raised a brow quizzically. “I know it’s only been like ten minutes but I just… I want it to be perfect for you, yknow? Don’t wanna give you a bad first impression of birthday parties… Or is it a second impression? I know, but-- “

Branch interrupted. “Poppy, I’m having a great time with y--” He choked on his words. “Having a great time.” Having gained an odd sense of bravery, Branch leaned closer to her. “Just dance with me.”

Like some sort of magnet, Poppy drew closer, too. Drawn to his very essence. Why this was, Poppy was still clueless. She simply nodded. “Yeah, ok…” Poppy conceded. She let her eyes slide closed, letting the music wrap itself around her and take hold.

Jump into the heat,

spinning on our feet

in a technicolor beat,

you and me

Caught up in a dream,

in a technicolor beat,

Beat, beat.

And the song was over, just like that. Poppy had let a haze wash over her, not noticing sh e had let her forehead rest on Branches’ chest as they danced, utterly entranced by the music.

And her dance partner.

Branch sighed, helping Poppy to shake the mist from her mind. She was going to let herself stay there for just a moment longer, then Branch pulled away. He didn’t meet her eyes, but he had a pleasant smile on his face.

“Uh… Thanks for the dance.” Branch laughed, which felt like fireworks in Poppy’s chest. It was so cute. “I forget that you actually know how to slow dance.”

Poppy scoffed. “You’ve danced with me before Branch, you know that when the time calls for it, I’m an excellent slow dancer!” The queen bragged.

Branch shrugged. “Well, it’s a good birthday present.” He smiled at her, so sincere it took everything in Poppy not to smother him in the tightest hug. She found herself yearning for the contact.

The boy’s ears twitched when a new song began, much more upbeat than the previous one. Crushing Poppy’s surprising urge to dance again.

Poppy forced a grin, letting a breath escape her mouth. “Well then… Happy birthday!” She did a curtsy and quickly made her retreat to the punch table. It was a rather curt way to leave the birthday boy, but Poppy found herself desperately needing a drink.

She glugged down an entire cupful of the pink liquid before she saw Guy gawking at her. She slammed the cup onto the table and leaned against it. “What?”

Guy scoffed, crossing his arms, looking between her and Branch who was now dancing with a very enthusiastic Suki. “What? What do you mean ‘what’?” He took her by shoulders.

“Poppy, what was that? You had him in your arms!” Guy shook her a little, enough that she almost lost her balance.

“Yeah I know!” Poppy smiled sweetly, oblivious. “We danced! He’s pretty good, I mean the last time I danced with him was when we were almost eaten by Bergens! So I didn’t really get the chance to like actually enjoy it –” Guy shook her a little harder.

“No no no Poppy!” He let her go, slumping a little. “That was your chance, to make your move!”

Poppy raised her brows, confused. “Why are so many people talking to me like that today?” She crossed her arms, squinting. “Is there something I’m supposed to know that you guys do?”

Her glittery friend slumped against the table, shaking his head in disappointment. “Oh Poppy, how are any of us supposed to find closure when you,” He gestured wildly around the pink troll. “Don’t even know your own feelings!”

The queen was getting a little annoyed at the running trend of her being the only one in the room who didn’t know what was going on. Her frown was drawn long on her face. “I am very in tune with my feelings, thank you very much!”

Guy scoffed. He stared at her for what felt like the longest minute of Poppy’s life, then let out a strangled breath. “You’ll get it eventually Poppy, and it will be as glamorous as ever!”

He pat her on the shoulder, as if that would help her finally understand. The troll stole the last swig of Poppy’s punch and danced away, his swagger almost nullifying the anger Poppy felt at his betrayal.

Poppy frowned into the punch bowl, not pleased to see the upset wrinkles in her face, but doing nothing to remedy them for the moment. Her friends obviously had some divine revelation about her t hat she hadn’t figured out.

Which sort of made her angry. This wasn’t even her day! If anyone should be getting weird and vague messages, it should be Branch!

Resolving to fix this obvious shift in attention, Poppy cleared her throat loud enough to get everyone’s attention. Biggie made a dash for the stereo, almost shoving it off the table when he aggressively turned it off.

Poppy gave him a satisfied nod, seeing everyone’s eyes now on her. “Okay guys! Executive decision! It’s time for cake,” Her signature grin growing ever wider as she continued. “And then my favorite part, presents!” She finished

The box still resting in her dresses’ pocket got a little heavier. A tightness formed in Poppy’s chest. Her present was risky, and could easily backfire on her, she knew that. She knew that Branch didn’t really want any presents, but this one, she felt, would have meaning to him. Whether it was good or bad meaning was yet to be seen.

The anxiety the had been fighting with ever since she arrived was quickly rushing to t he forefront of her mind. It formed into a twisting ball In her chest that left her feeling a little nauseated.

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Cake had been relatively painless, much to Poppy’s relief. It was delicious, obviously, she had commissioned it herself, paying a little extra just to be perfectly sure it was the best cake any of them had ever eaten.

Branch had been moved by t hem singing the birthday song for him. Much more than the queen had expected. The sweet smile he had given them once they’d finished had brought a flush to her face. A smile that came from finally allowing himself to celebrate his own birth after so, so long.

He deserved a cake that was so delicious it melted in your mouth. Poppy mused.

But now it was at last time to pile altogether too many gifts onto Branch, and Poppy still hadn’t taken the small wrapped box out of her dress pocket. Poppy had to give her friends some credit, they had actually managed to get Branch small gifts, rather than something big and flamboyant that he absolutely would never use.

Cooper had given Branch a nice set of blue baking trays, Poppy was almost jealous. Poppy wondered if Branch even knew how to bake. Knowing him, he probably had some secret magic cookbook that had the secret to make delicious strawberry muffins with nothing but eggs and some grass.

Secret cook or not, Branch had appreciated the gift.

The twins Satin and Chenille had gone the extra mile and made him what had to be the nicest handmade blazer Poppy had ever seen. It was rust colored, with a bronze shine to it, sleeves (sparingly) embroidered with blue flowers.

Definitely not the most colorful thing the sisters had made, but picturing it on the birthday boy had still made her blush, for some reason.

Guy had bought Branch a hand mirror. It was a gift that was, well, so very Guy. It had been bejeweled to death, but still oddly had it’s charm. Poppy could tell that Branch wasn’t too impressed with that one, but had put on a nice face, accepting it gracefully.

Biggie and Suki had actually worked together on their gift. It was a very sweet present. Biggie had actually found a picture of all of them together, and made his own frame for it. Suki had then added some sort of soundbox, that played a song when turned on.

Poppy could tell Branches’ heart had swelled with appreciation In that moment. He pressed the button once more.

Do you remember

The 21st night of September?

Love was changing the minds of pretenders

While chasing the clouds away

Our hearts were ringing

In the key that our souls were singing

As we danced in the night, remember

How the stars stole the night away

Ba de ya, say, do you remember

Ba de ya, dancing in September?

Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day.

Poppy would make sure she would never forget the face Branch had In that moment. Something in her had screamed at her to just rush up to him and… And do something, whatever it was she didn’t know, but whatever it was, she had suppressed it.

The pink troll didn’t know if she’d ever seen Branch so… So contented. What she would give to make Branch this happy all the time.

All the eyes were once again on her now, it was her turn to give Branch his gift. Poppy forced a grimace, the time had finally come and she wasn’t prepared at all. “Right! Saving the best for last huh?” She did her best to remember how to breath like a normal person as she reached for her pocket. Then she stopped.

This… This wasn’t right. She looked around at all of her friends, and sighed. “Actually, I…” Her eyes focused on the dirt floor. “I don’t think I can give you this gift with,” She looked up, gesturing to the Snack pack. “With all of you here.”

Branch raised his eyebrows, caught a little off guard. “Wh… Well…” Poppy didn’t miss the look that the Snack pack all shared. To her relief they didn’t seem offended, instead all shared some sort of knowing smirk.

Branch cleared his throat. “Well ok, I guess we can go up for a second.” He pointed to the ceiling, meaning she could give him his gift on the surface. He looked to his friends. “Is… Is that ok with you guys?”

The Pack was quick to answer with vigorous nods and ‘Oh totally!’. Poppy thought that they might be a little too okay with Poppy asking for alone time.

With that, the two trolls got up and shuffled awkwardly to the elevator. As Branch pulled the lever, and they began ascending into the now moonlight covered surface, Poppy realized that this lift must have gotten smaller since she was last in it.

Just sharing the same air with Branch made her heart beat at a rate that was possibly unhealthy. Her hand firmly gripped the gift that still rested in her pocket, possibly ruining the wrapping, but she couldn’t be bothered with it now.

Their trip in the lift was way too short for Poppy’s liking, already they had reached ground level and Branch was opening the trapdoor, leading to the world above. He climbed out first, being perfectly gentlemanly and helping her out next.

They stood there for what must have been a few minutes, caught in some sort of staring contest. Branches’ expression filled with anticipation and confusion, clear even under the darkness of night. Huh, Poppy had never noticed that Branch almost glowed under the moonlight, his blue eyes somehow glistening in the night.

Eventually Branches’ face shifted to slight annoyance, which helped Poppy realize that she had been staring at him for 5 minutes now and had said absolutely nothing. The queen almost laughed, this was probably the only time Branch would ever be annoyed that she wasn’t talking.

She inhaled, forcing herself to get her nerves. “So… This is your first birthday party In a long time, huh?” She started.

Branch raised a brow, not sure where she was going. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Haven’t had one since…” Branch wilted a little. “You know.”

Poppy nodded, smiling at him sweetly. She continued. “Yeah, so y’know, I wanted it to be perfect. To be… “ She glanced at her pocket. “To be special.”

The troll followed her gaze, seemingly understanding what she meant. “It has been special Pops, the best birthday I’ve probably ever had.” He reassured.

The queen snorted, pausing her speech. “Okay yeah obviously but it’s not like you’ve had that many. I mean--”

“Don’t ruin your sappy speech now Poppy.” Branch interrupted, his lips turned up in an amused smirk. Poppy’s cheeks went red.

“Right, sorry.” Poppy apologized. She huffed, finally pulling the blue gift out of her pocket, maybe with a little more force than necessary. Branch stared at the present currently clenched in her palms.

“So I wanted my gift to you to be special, something that I think only I could give you.” She grit her teeth, holding it out to him. With some hesitation he took it. “Don’t open it yet, I just…”

Branch let out a little laugh, which knocked the wind out of her. “I’ll love whatever you give me, Poppy.”

Poppy almost melted, but forced herself to continue. “It’s just… We’ve known each other for like, ever, but we’ve been like personal friends for almost a year now and…” She bit her lip, words getting stuck in her throat. Seeing how the light of the moon made his eyes shimmer, Poppy found the courage to continue.

“You’ve had your colors for a year and I just thought… I mean you’ve been amazing Branch… Really amazing.” Branches’ entire face turned a shade of purple.

“And you’ve made me really happy, happier than what I thought possible.” She smiled, pointing a shy finger to the present that Branch was holding delicately. “And I wanna share that happiness with you.” She finished, then nodded, a signal that told Branch it was ok to open the box.

He lifted the lid carefully, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety making Poppy almost puke. Branch let out a soft breath once he saw the boxes’ contents.

It was a dark green, seemingly handmade, hugtime bracelet. He stared at it, frozen in awe for a little too long for Poppy’s taste. Finally Branch looked to her. “Pop--”

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” Poppy quickly interrupted. “They’re not hard to make so if you don’t want it… It won’t hurt my feelings it’ll be totally fine.” The corners of Branches’ mouth slowly turned up, watching Poppy quickly get carried away.

“I just wanted to give you something close to my heart, and I think you’re ready but like if you’re not then--” Branch placed a finger over Poppy’s mouth, effectively shutting her up.

He took it away, taking a breath as he continued to examine the bracelet. Poppy was comforted by the pleasant smile resting on his face. “This is perfect, Poppy.” Branch looked to her. “The perfect party, the perfect dance, and the perfect gift, what about you isn’t perfect?”

Poppy crossed her arms. “I’m pretty sure if I actually let you answer that question you’d find a lot.”

Branch shook his head, taking a small step closer. “Not right now.” He took the bracelet out of the box, tossing the box away carelessly. He handed the bracelet to her, holding out his wrist. “Let’s not have another birthday without hugtime.”

Poppy stood there, paralyzed for a moment. His eyes so brilliantly blue, rocking her to her very core. The utter relief that he too believed he was ready for this making Poppy feel like she might be able to fly. Carefully, Poppy took his hand, sliding the green band onto his wrist.

The queen smiled, holding his hand with both of hers now, just staring at the bracelet now anointing his wrist. She looked up to him, they were so close now that she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes.

Branches’ smile widened, sending jitters up and down her spine. He pulled his hand from hers, moving to wrap his arms gently around her. Poppy quickly returned the embrace, relishing in his warmth.

That was it, Poppy was convinced. She didn’t need to give Branch a crowd, or huge presents to make the perfect birthday party. She-- Uh, He just needed this… Whatever this, was. They stood there for probably too long, but made no move to let go.

Poppy sighed, breaking the silence. “Happy birthday, Branch.”

Branch chuckled. “It is, isn’t it?”

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Jealous much?

hello! I’m sorry its literally taken me so fucking long to do this, but its here now and i hope hope hope it was worth the wait.

Pairing: Jungkook/reader

warnings: none to note

wordcount: 3.4k

You wouldn’t class yourself as competitive, not openly. Regardless, you had to be somewhat competitive in your line of work. Not with colleagues, no, it’s not like you were trying to climb the corporate ladder or anything. You had to be talented and smart, quick on your feet and have reflexes like a cat. Yeah, it was pretty hard being a competitive gamer, especially with a team like yours.

‘Dude I can’t believe you fucking did that. We are fucked, royally and truly fucked.’ You heard one voice speak through your headset, making you snicker at the defeated tone. Truthfully, your other team mate had fucked you, but it’s humbling to lose once in a while no?

‘What are you talking about Kook, I know how to play this game. This was a smart move for us!’ He protested, earning a frustrated groan from the other boy in the chat. Over your years of playing Overwatch, you had become quite good friends with a lot of players, some more than others. Some players were in it for the money, the audience and the fame that came with it. You found it hard to filter through the fakes, but eventually you managed, finding yourself two diamonds. Jungkook and Taehyung were your best friends, streaming more often than not with them. Sometimes though, Taehyung was a bit of a noob. He was good at the game sure, but only with the few characters he knew how to play, usually you would base a team around him. Today however he wanted to surprise the group, letting you both pick your characters first.

‘Tae, my love, have you ever played as DPS Moira before?’ You question, looking at your camera giving your viewers a “save us please” kind of look. You heard Taehyung stutter through his mic, trying to make up an explanation. A groan came from Jungkook once more, making you laugh as the game loaded in. Where you wouldn’t call yourself competitive, Jungkook certainly was. He took it hard when you lost, hearing more controllers broken than not. Taehyung on the other hand was so happy go lucky, he didn’t care if you won or lost, he just enjoyed the game. They were a terrible match, truly, but it made for some entertaining streams.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, wish us luck.’ You sigh, running through the game as usual, trying not to burst out laughing at how frustrated Jungkook was getting. Over the years you may have developed a slight crush on Jungkook. Slight may be an understatement, realistically you’ve had a massive crush on him since the first time you all met up.

Jungkook was tall, dark, and handsome, everything a girl looks for in a man. He had shaggy black hair parted in the middle. You’d love to run your hands through it the way he does, maybe tug on a handful every now and then. The tattoos up and down his arms were something to behold, if only he wore short sleeves more often…

‘Y/N, what are you doing?!’ Came a shout from your headset, startling you into pushing a random button. You heard a crash then a loud groan, followed by a little laugh. Your random button had been your shoot button, hopelessly friendly firing at Jungkook.

‘So, who was it going to be losing this game for us? Asking for a friend of course…’ Taehyung quipped, you could practically feel Jungkook running his hands through his hair in anger, trying not to throw the only controller he has left. The comments come flooding in on the stream, some rude, some funny. Your moderators were quick to remove the rude comments, not letting you see anything negative; you were quite lucky that way.

You wouldn’t brag and say you were a popular streamer, there was no way you were racking in 50k people a stream, but you weren’t a little channel either. You used cam, but you never did anything for people to thirst over you for, you didn’t show skin or dress scantily. Never one to gain attention for the wrong thing or say something you shouldn’t. It was always a dream of yours to be accepted into this community, but not because you’re a girl on twitch, because you were damn good at what you do.

‘Okay guys, I think we have tortured Jungkook enough, until next time!’ You say, signing off with a little wave and ending the stream.

‘You guys suck.’ Jungkook sighed, earning a laugh from both you and Taehyung. ‘I’m heading to bed, see you both tomorrow.’ He groaned, coming off the call. You pout at the fact he was gone, letting a little “awwh” escape.

‘What was that? Am I not good enough?’ Tae responded, laughing as you stutter through the call. ‘Do you have romantic feelings for Mr. Jeon?’ He questioned, not expecting any kind of response.

‘I didn’t think it was that obvious…’ You reply, thanking the lords no one could see you turning 3 shades of pink right now. There was silence on the other end of the call, almost deafening. Tae had guessed your feelings for him a long time ago, it was the same feelings he had for you.

‘You should tell him.’ He replied, words cutting his throat as he spoke them. Taehyung had a crush on you from day one, before you guys even met, before you even spoke to each other. He watched your streams before, falling for how relaxed you were in front of the camera while playing. You were never problematic or rude, you were just perfectly you. He had never seen that before, so he subbed to you that moment, watching you grow into what you are now. He fell for the way you told perverts to get lost, he fell for the way you laughed at your subscriber’s jokes, not because you had to, but because you genuinely found the corny jokes funny. He fell for you and everything you stand for; regardless of knowing he would always be invisible in that light to you.

‘Eh, I dunno Tae, that’s a big confession…’ You hesitate, tiding up your surrounding area, trying not to move too far from the computer. Taehyung sighed, leaning forward in his chair. Elbows rested on the desk, head in his clammy hands.

‘Do it tomorrow, if he says he feels the same way, then you’re good. However, if he says no, then you can move on, the sooner you get it over with, the better.’ You knew he was right, there was no use holding onto false hope that he may like you back, there was no use pretending you had just friendly feelings for him. You agree with Tae, telling him goodnight and that you will see him tomorrow.

You didn’t move from your chair after you turned the call off, too busy playing absentmindedly with the pencil on your desk. Your heart raced in your ears, the thought of telling him tomorrow made you want to throw up. Sighing, you put the pencil back in the holder on your desk, sinking back into your chair, staring at the blank wall. Taehyung hadn’t moved either, head in his hands slapping his forehead. How could he have suggested that? What possessed him to tell his crush to confess to her crush? He hit his hands off his forehead one more time before standing up to go to bed, kicking the bin in frustration.

You stood in front of him, words spilling out your mouth like vomit. The second you said the words, his face fell, almost deadpanned, and now you were trying to pull it back. ‘It’s not like it’s massive feelings, like maybe a crush, less than that even. I don’t want this to ruin the friendship though, because I know you don’t feel the same way and-‘His hand slammed over your mouth, startling you slightly. You frown at him, licking the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away instantly, looking at you in mock disgust. It almost felt natural, or normal, then an awkward silence fell around you both, neither one sure what to say.

‘Listen, I’m flattered, but I really don’t think of you that way… I’m sorry.’ He spoke, trying not to make it more awkward than it already was.

‘It’s okay, I know you don’t I just wanted to get it out. It’s cool, we are still friends!’ You reply, smacking his arm in a friendly manner, that seeming more awkward than not too. You clear your throat, pointing towards the exit in the most unnatural way possible. ‘Anyway, I have to go, I forgot I have to give Taehyung something!’ You smile, running off. Partially, it was because you had to see Tae, you now had a bone to pick with him, but also because the awkwardness was really killing you. Honestly, you didn’t want things to be weird, and hanging around for any longer was going to do that. You knocked on Taehyungs door, walking in without letting him answer.

‘You’re a dick Kim Taehyung, the biggest prick of the century I’ll have you know!’ You shout into the empty room, looking around for him. Making yourself at home, you kick your shoes off, pulling your hoodie over your head. He came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, other towel in his hands drying his hair.

‘And how is that?’ He questioned, watching you look him up and down momentarily before snapping back. You scoff at him, throwing your hoodie at his naked form.

‘Put some clothes on before I even talk to you.’ You reply, faking a gag. He rolled his eyes at you, picking your hoodie up and smiling. He exited the main room, heading for his bedroom.

‘You know, if you didn’t barge into my house, you wouldn’t have seen me practically naked. What’s going on anyway? Didn’t I just leave you and Jungkook in that café?’ you sigh, sulking back into his couch, willing the fabric to eat you alive.

‘Yes, and I confessed, and his face looked like I had told him I had three weeks to live. No one has ever been that disappointed in the history of the world! Fuck sake, you did this to me!’ you scream, an instant backhand to his chest the second he sat down. He grunted in pain, coughing slightly at the force. Your hoodie covered his torso, which you were sure had no shirt under it.

‘You don’t realise right now, but its better like this. At least you know!’

‘I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW!’ you whine, kicking your feet in a mild temper tantrum.

‘Want to watch a movie and order some desserts?’ He suggested, already turning the T.V on.

‘Yes please, and get me a hoodie since you stole mine.’ You pout, waiting for him to come back before cuddling into his side.

Jungkook sat on his couch, trying hard to get his head into the game he was playing. All he could think about was you though, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He didn’t have feelings for you, not enough for it to be a relationship. He didn’t think of you romantically, nor did he want to have sex with you, but why were you all he could think of right now? He put his controller down on the coffee table, slouching back onto his couch. His phone screen lit up beside him urging him to pick it up. An automated text from the local pizza shop, how typical. While it was in his hand, he opted for scrolling through some apps, catching up on all his notifications. He watched through snapchat stories, landing on your one, he frowned, sitting up in his seat.

The first couple weren’t too bad, some selfies of your outfit for today, you him and Tae at the coffee shop. The next one was what made him sit up straight, almost angry, but did he really have the right to be angry right now? You were cuddled up on Taehyungs couch, in his hoodie, arms wrapped around your stomach as you lay on his lap. He had your hoodie on, which he couldn’t understand. Why weren’t you wearing yours? Why had you switched clothes? Why did Tae’s hoodie look so good on you? You had Captioned the snap with “he bought me ice cream and churros, he’s the best!” Curiosity got the better of him, checking on Tae’s snapchat too, low and behold there you were. Cuddled into his side, a candid photo of you eating ice cream, hands buried in the sleeves of his jumper. You looked comfortable and relaxed, a different person to who stood in front of him before. He thought back to it, you nervously spitting words at him, hoping the floor would crumble beneath your feet. He was almost sorry he made you feel like that, sorry he couldn’t reciprocate your feelings. He clicked through the story, next was a video, you crying about how Ursula is just misunderstood and wanted to take Ariels voice because she was being naive!

‘Having a voice is so much more important than looking like every other bitch out there. That’s what she’s trying to tell her, albeit in the wrong way but- TAE STOP VIDEOING ME!’ You screeched out, hand coming up to smack the phone out of his hand. He laughed at that, enjoying the way you see things how others don’t. He laughed at your whining voice as you tell Tae to stop, then he stopped laughing. Angry at how he wished that was him, angry that he couldn’t understand his feelings.

Jungkook could feel the jealousy brewing inside of him, but why? He didn’t have feelings for you, or so he thought, so he assumed. Clicking on Instagram, he punched in your username, clicking onto your profile. He had a flick through your photos, trying to figure out how he felt, what he truly felt for you. Looking at your face in depth, he could see you were pretty, could see that you knew how to carry yourself and dress well. Your button nose and the way your hair fell, honestly, he could admit you were very beautiful. Most guys would think it was a dream, someone like you had feelings for them, so why did he turn you down so easily.

Was it an initial shock? Did he not know how to react? Honestly, he couldn’t pin point it, but right now he really wished he could. Without thinking, his thumbs typed out a message, a sharp one, that he was sure to regret the second he hit send.

‘You and Tae look cosy, guess it must really be nothing more than a crush huh?’ You read out loud to Tae, unable to process the words completely. Taehyung frowned, taking your phone out of your hands to read the message himself. His eyes squinted at the screen, as if he could make it change to something else, something nicer. Something you would rather read from him, but he couldn’t make this better.

‘What the fuck?’ Were the only words he could think right now, to busy trying to wrap his head around his friend’s reaction. He knew he would never have you as his own, he had come to terms with this a long time ago, but for Jungkook to be acting like such a child, he knew exactly what the problem was.

‘He’s jealous. I know he said he didn’t like you, but he clearly does.’ Taehyung spoke, passing your phone back to you. He watched as your thumbs danced over the keyboard at lightening pace, he had never seen you this ridiculously mad before. Taehyung could not thank his lucky stars hard enough that it was Jungkook on the receiving end of that heat and not him.

‘What the hell? Jealous much? I came over to see Tae about something and he offered me dessert and a movie, he’s my best friend am I not allowed to cuddle up to him while eating ice cream? Last time I checked you weren’t my boyfriend Jungkook, back off. Oh, or better yet, come back when you’re ready to fucking apologise for snapping at me.’

He sighed, throwing his phone down on the couch cushions. You were right, he knew that much, you had every right to go off at him for that stupid comment. He should go over to Tae’s, say that he’s sorry. Standing up from the couch, he moves towards his shoes, picking one up to put it on, he stops. You wouldn’t even want to see him, collapsing against the wall, he let out a frustrated groan, running his hands through his hair. He pulled on a few strands out of anger, banging his head against the wall. Truly unable to understand why he was so pissed off about you being around Tae so much, he decided to just head to bed. Maybe if he slept on it, he might be able to figure somethings out.

Weeks passed, and you still had heard nothing from Jungkook, your followers kept asking for him. You had to keep making up stories that he wasn’t well, or was really busy. Honestly, you were getting sick of covering up for him, why were you lying to your followers for him?

‘Just give him time, he will come round.’ Tae spoke through the phone, trying his best to comfort you from a distance. For the past few weeks, he had been your only constant, your level head if you will. Anytime you go to apologise to Jungkook he reminds you that you did nothing wrong. That you had nothing to apologise for what so ever, and if you did, he would kick your ass.

‘I just don’t know what is so hard about saying sorry? He was so rude and can’t even admit it?’ You sigh, slouching down into your couch cushions. You heard him hum on the other end, unable to find something to say to make this better for you. You go to give him some sarcastic comment about being helpful, but a gentle knock at your door interrupts you. So light if you were doing anything other than sitting here, you wouldn’t have heard it.

‘Tae, someone’s at the door, I’ll call you back.’ You speak, hanging up the phone the second you hear him say bye. Without looking through the peep hole, you swing the door open, face to face with a bunch of flowers. From behind, Jungkook poked his face around the side a weak smile on his face. Rolling your eyes, you step to the side, letting him come in.

‘Why are you here?’ You ask in the most bored tone you can muster, he puts the flowers down on your counter, turning around to look at you. Trying to not look pleased, or flattered, you fold your arms over your chest.

‘I came to say sorry. I know I snapped for no reason, but seeing you cuddled up to Tae like that really pissed me the fuck off.’ He spoke, getting angrier the more he thought about it. He thought he had dealt with it these past few weeks, but clearly the annoyance was still sitting at the back of his brain.

‘Why though? You told me you didn’t like me like that so why should it piss you off? Why should you feel obligated to be annoyed?!’ You raise your voice, not entirely meaning to. He ran his hand through his hair, turning away from you for a second. Silence fell while you waited for him to reply, but nothing came. You let a sarcastic laugh slip through your lips, rolling your eyes at the back of his head.

‘Just leave Jungkook.’ You sigh, stepping through to your living room, allowing him to see himself out.

‘I don’t know why it pisses me off so much okay? I want your attention, every last fucking drop of it, and knowing Tae has even some of it pisses me off. Seeing you in someone’s arms that aren’t mine pisses me off. Knowing someone else is comforting you, or making you laugh, knowing you’re not thinking about me, it pisses me the fuck off. Maybe I am into you, maybe I do want you to be mine, I don’t know what that feels like. You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and funny and so damn genuine, I don’t know how I feel, but I know for fucking sure I don’t want anyone else to have you.’ He confessed, stopping to breathe and stare you down. Your face softened at the confession, making your heart beat a little faster at the hope.

‘Sit, I think we need to talk.’

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mpxkrystal · 4 years

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muse intros~!

Hey guys, it’s Nyx~ Under the cut are some quick little intros to my 8 muses so that I’m not bombarding all of the new muns dms with my brats. Feel free to hmu on discord at Nyx#2757 for plots :3

First up is the OG, Krystal Jung.

I used to describe her as my poor sad doctor however, over the past year she’s really grown into a wonderfully beautiful, strong woman. All it took was some TLC and sometime to face her demons. Krystal is 27 years old, daughter of Airmid (healing powers), she’s an ER Resident at Asclepius working towards her fellowship. She grew up in Seattle with an extremely abusive father. He passed when she was 17, so she moved in with her grandmother in Seoul where she finished school and went to university. She has severe PTSD and insomnia among other issues due to the abuse but, she has a lot of love to give and appreciates her found family immensely. Krystal is a workaholic type but also your resident mom friend~!

Next up is Valentina Ruiz-Kim.

Valentina is a flirty, super sweet, 27-year-old from San Diego. She grew up very spoiled with 3 older half-sisters. Her stepdad didn’t know she wasn’t his biologically until she was 17, following that admission he sent her and her mom to Seoul to live away from the family. As a daughter of Tohil, she wields fire and just generally runs at a feverish temperature all year round. She’s a dancer at Minx and teaches at Loco Motion, on top of that she is also a well-known cosplayer and twitch streamer. Her social media following is huge but her ego does not match it. She is confident and loves all of her friends like family but, she will throw hands if she has to.

Here we have Lucas Walker.

Lucas is 30 years old, a son of Nuwa and a single dad of a 4-year-old daughter named Jasmine. He grew up in Australia, raised by a single mom. He was a wild child addicted to a good adrenaline rush. Before becoming a dad he ran a successful YouTube channel as a travel blogger. He worked as a travel photographer for a few years after finishing high school and he’s spent at least a day in almost every country. Now he works as a Paramedic/Firefighter for the MPFD and on loan as a paramedic for the hospital. Being a dad to his baby girl comes first but he is still a true lads lad. Luke very rarely bothers with his demigod powers and loves to hang out with the boys.

Then we have Siobhan Jeon-Evans!

Siobhan is 24 years old and is from Eglwysbach/Colwyn Bay in North Wales. She is a daughter of Emma-O and chooses not to use her powers, though her intuition is out of her control. Sio grew up in an isolated village where everyone knew everyone. She’s always been obsessed with death and figuring out how and why people and animals die. Which is what lead her to be ostricized from her town and into the life of working as an intern medical examiner. Siobhan dresses in all black all the time, if her aesthetic were to be called anything it would be grunge goth meets e-girl. She tends to be very icy and cold on the outside to protect herself from people who may find her weird but once she trusts you, you becomes a real sweet heart.

My final demigod is Melody Park ~

Melody was born and raised in Buffalo, New York and ended moving to Quantico, Virginia as an adult. She’s 34 years old, a daughter of Horus, and works freelance as a private investigator, as well as, a professor of criminology at the university. Melody has an IQ of 186 and can read 25,000 words per minute. After graduating high school early and university early with two PHDs in Criminology and Psychology she was recruited by the FBI where she worked until a few months before moving to the island. She’s currently in hiding from a psycho ex-girlfriend turned unsub and is a very new muse for me so let’s learn about her together!

Onto the gods I play - First up is Zico (Ah Puch/Cizin)

Zico aka Ah Puch or Cizin is the Mayan god of death. He’s 2 meters tall and as terrifying to look at as you would think. He is a purely evil character that relishes in people's misery and pain. Currently, he owns Sombra Muerte, an oddities shop deep in the hidden alleyways of the red light district. The shop is a front for his very successful drug empire. He has been playing the role of a creepy shopkeeper for years in order to keep his main business on the down-low. It is rare for him to show any type of emotion and he thrives that way. He is a businessman first and foremost and the head of one of the most prolific mafia’s in the world he takes that role very seriously. If you cross him or his business he is unafraid to show you who is really in control... even if he has to torture you.

Next up is Poseidon~

Poseidon is a goofball but we love him. He is the Fire Chief for MPFD and his job is really the only thing he takes seriously. Poseidon used to be on the city council but was kicked from his seat by his dear sister Hera who believed she would do a better job. He is known to be the fun uncle who wears socks with sandals, Hawaiian shirts, and board shorts as his go-to summer look. He spent some quality time as a pirate/sailor back in the day. Sei will talk to anyone and everyone about ocean conservation and loves to teach people how to swim or surf!

Finally to finish off my muses is - Hera!

This is my second attempt at writing the Queen of Olympians. Hera is not in the best place right now but, she’s got some good friends helping her out since her breakdown after Zeus left. She owns For the Fairest and is seated on the city council after booting Poseidon from what was her seat originally her last time here. Most of her time has been spent in Paris and other major cities running her many designer dress boutiques. She is a world-renowned wedding gown designer and works very hard. Hera has come a long way from how she was in the past, she’s grown and changed into a more warm and loving goddess. She is known to take in demigods whose parents are not on the island or that she believes need a little TLC.

#{ ;mun; }#;; muse intros #[ this took ages but I figured I would try to make it a little easier for new muns ]#[ updated 12/14/20 ]

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its-r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s · 4 years

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Right Side of Wrong- Ch 11: Girl Talk

Words: 1676

Warnings: Nothing really. It’s a pretty chill chapter

Ch 10 | Ch 12

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My head felt like mush as we walked through the school. I was limping slightly, but no one seemed to notice. Evie had wrapped Ben’s jacket around my calf to both lessen and hide the bleeding.

“Hey, Carlos?” I started. “Did you talk to Jane before you left to get me?”

“Talk to her?” he repeated. “Yes. Ask her out? No.”

“What happened?” Evie questioned.

“Well, instead of asking, ‘What did you need?’ or ‘What do you want to talk about?’ when I first got there, like I expected… the first thing she said was, ‘Do you think blue streamers or green streamers would look better at Cotillion?’... I spent five minutes talking about the pros and cons of each before somehow relating it to past struggles with my mom. She left about halfway through my rant about Cruella’s obsession with specific kinds of fabrics.”

Evie lost it, both her and Carlos catching up to Jay, when Ben and I were stopped by no other than Jane herself.

“Ben! There you are.” She beckoned him over, so I paused, figuring that I could talk to him as soon as he cleared up whatever Jane was working on now. “The Cotillion is tonight.”

She showed him something on her tablet, murmuring in excitement.

Ben glanced at me, solemnly, then leaned over and said, “Do you want to cancel?”

My eyes widened. It hadn’t really crossed my mind. Once I had made the decision to go back to the Isle, I hadn’t considered what would happen with that. It would probably just… not happen, but now everything was complicated. I was back and no one was sure whether I planned on staying, least of all myself. And I had basically broken up with Ben on the Isle. If we weren’t dating anymore, there was no reason to name me a Lady of the Court.

“Um, you know what?” Jane said loudly. “I can come back. Um… but like, really really soon.”

“No, no, no, no,” Ben insisted. “No. Now’s fine. Um…” He looked at the tablet once more. Then to me, he said, “Do whatever you need to do.”

I was frustrated. I needed time to make my decision, but I didn’t have that. I needed Ben around to make my decision, but apparently I didn’t have that either.

I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to scream at him to just stop worrying about all of that and have a real conversation with me, but that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to Jane and it wasn’t fair to him, seeing as all I’d done recently was lie to him and avoid him.

Evie was the one who prevented me from saying all that, though, as she circled around and linked onto my arm.

“We need to talk,” she whispered.

I followed her, somewhat mindlessly, when Carlos interrupted us.

“No.”

Evie flipped around, her eyebrows knitting together. “No?”

Jay looked just as confused as Evie, looking Carlos up and down as he argued. “You guys are always going off in a huddle, whispering your ‘girl talk’ stuff, or whatever…” He took in a deep breath. “And Jay and I are tired of it.”

“I’m not,” Jay butt in.

Carlos glared at him before continuing. “We’re your family, too. We’ve been through a lot. Together. We’re not stopping that now, okay?”

He looked at me and I nodded sort of dumbly. I was exhausted, but for once, I was glad to be able to sit with all my friends and just put everything out on the table. I had wanted to get away from them for so long, but it didn’t change the weight of the secrets I was carrying.

“Everybody sit,” he demanded, now that he had my permission to carry on.

We slowly dropped to the ground in the middle of the field with him.

There was a hesitance as soon as we had settled onto the grass, no one sure where to start. I knew I’d have to speak eventually, but I couldn’t fully grasp the words.

“I don’t know how to start girl talk,” he mumbled, looking at Jay for help.

Jay just shrugged. “What up?”

Evie giggled.

I cleared my throat. Now or never, huh?

“I’m a mess…” I started. “I’m such a mess. I mean,” my voice broke, “six months ago, I was the scariest person in all of the Isle of the Lost, second only to my mother. And now everybody wants me to be this Lady of the Court and I have no idea how to keep up the act.”

“Then don’t,” Carlos said, bluntly.

“See? This was dumb,” Jay argued, trying to get up, but Evie stopped him.

“Maybe it wasn’t… We’re always gonna be the kids from the Isle. I tried to forget it. I really tried, but those are our roots.” She grabbed my hand for support. “And we all did what we had to do to survive. But it made us who we are. And we’re never going to be like anybody else here. And that’s okay. That’s okay.”

“And we can’t fake it,” Carlos added.

“No,” she agreed.

“I don’t know if I deserve to leave it behind me.” I glanced between them all, watching their faces shift. “After my mother died… I can’t control my bursts of anger. My eyes flashing. When I did that with my mother, it was voluntary. A show of power. But here I do it when Jane asks me about Cotillion decorations or when a reporter pushes me just a little too far. And then, today… with Uma…”

“You react out of stress,” Carlos argued. “So? Maybe your eyes flash and theirs don’t, but they don’t face half as much on a daily basis as you have this year. Get angry, Mal. Tell them to get off your back. Heal. You’re bottling it all up right now, and then losing it when something pushes you over the edge.”

I smiled softly. “I need to win the people’s favor.”

“Were you trying to win the people’s favor when you wore that open-backed dress to Ben’s coronation?” Jay shot back. “The people of Auradon like you because you’re a fighter, Mal. Not because you stand next to Ben and wear different color dresses.”

I wanted to say something back, but I couldn’t come up with anything. So, I changed the subject, “There’s something else, too.”

“What is it?” Evie asked.

“I, uh… I’ve been having these dreams… Nightmares, really. About my mom. And Auradon.”

She squeezed my hand and the boys pressed me to go on.

“I don’t know what’s happening really. Sometimes I’m running through a foggy darkness and there are cauldrons full of red apples. Other times I’m walking through the halls of an empty, destroyed Auradon Prep. There’s always this whispering. It tells me to break the rules, listen to my mother, and other things like that?”

“They’re just nightmares,” Evie tried, but I shook my head.

“They’re repeating nightmares. Last night on the Isle was the first time I was able to get some sleep without seeing one.”

“Wait… they stopped on the Isle?” Jay asked.

I nodded. “Which means I must belong there. My brain is trying to tell me that I’m going to burst or act out here and I need to just-”

“You were under a spell,” Jay interrupted.

Our eyes all snapped to his attention.

“Spell?” Evie sputtered.

“Yep,” he responded, nonchalantly. “Gotta be a spell.”

“It wore off on the Isle,” Carlos pieced together. “Like my truth spell! Of course!”

“Where would it have come from?” I demanded.

“Your mom,” Jay said, flatly. “Who else?”

“My mother’s been dead for a year. This didn’t start until a month ago.”

“Perhaps it took some time to take effect,” he explained to me. “Mal, you aren’t evil. I know that. Carlos knows that. Evie knows that.”

I thought back to my fight with my mother. All the way up until her death. She threw everything she had at me. Who’s to say she hadn’t embedded something in me? An unease for my surroundings? Perhaps a manipulation to go back to the Isle?

I felt frustrated that I was unable to stop myself from crying once more. “Ben doesn’t seem to believe that anymore.”

“Mal, if Ben doesn’t love the real you, then he’s not the one,” Carlos concluded.

“I like that,” Evie responded.

“Give him a chance.”

I blinked at him. How was I supposed to give him a chance? I didn’t even have time to process things myself.

“I’m going to make some changes to your dress,” Evie informed me. “And if you’re up for it-- only if you’re up for it-- it will be waiting for you, okay?”

I tilted my head down slightly. It was the most I could do in the way of a nod. But Evie caught on and leaned over to hug me goodbye.

I shut my eyes, wanting to remember this moment. I loved them all so much. And even if I wasn’t sure yet about what this evening would hold, I was certain that my friends would support me through everything.

They all got up, leaving me to consider everything. I don’t think I could have stood at this point if I wanted to. I was exhausted.

After a moment, though, Jay returned to his spot on the grass.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Come to Cotillion tonight, all right?” he insisted. “If Ben isn’t smart enough to love you, and you can’t stand another day, we can grab our stuff and head back to the Isle together.”

The corners of my mouth twitched. “Okay.”

He gave me a brief pat on the shoulder and started to get up, but I stopped him.

“Wait, Jay? Can you… Can you help me get to the infirmary? I’m feeling really light-headed.”

His face scrunched together, before he shouted, “Shit! Your leg!”

We both laughed as he helped me to my feet and spotted me back to the main building.

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For @breezytealy and @dbzebra. It's all your fault I have yet another ship to flail and scream over. I did not ask for this.

Pairing: Marten (Goten/Marron). Marron is like 18 and Goten 22.

Rated: E for everyone, betch

Sorry for any grammatical errors. It's 5 a.m. and I'm sleep- deprived

****

His mother adjusts the tie around his neck, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh Goten, you look so handsome. Just like your father when we got married."

"Well I'm definitely not getting married. And definitely not to Marron."

The shimmering softness in her eyes evaporates as her brow folds in the middle.

"You be a gentleman to her, you hear? I want grandchildren, but not before marraige."

Goten feels as if the tie is choking the air out of his lungs as he makes strangled noises, hot and sweaty in the face.

His father tries to mollify his mother's anxiousness with a carefree chuckle and words of faith in his son, throwing an arm around her shoulders and the other one around his.

Despite his good intentions, Goten is still slightly miffed at him. Had it not been because of him and Krillin, Goten wouldn't have been in this predicament. He wouldn't have to be escorting a high school student to a dance he has absolutely no interest in attending, to a school he was never enrolled in and among kids at least three years younger than him.

But he's now at her porch, wearing a rented tuxedo too stuffy for the summer heat while the car Trunks lent him idles soundlessly by the curb.

The person he was hoping not to answer the door answers it, her icy blue eyes sharp as she greets him. He continues to sweat and it's not entirely due to the heat. Most guys are nervous getting passed the girl's father. Goten knows all too well which parent is the fearsome one.

Not that 18 or Krillin need to worry about him doing inappropriate things to and with Marron. They've known him all of his life and are essentially family. But Goten thinks 18 isn't too sure about that as he can feel her eyes beating down his back as she leads him into the living room.

He's been in here a hundred times and he's seen Marron more times than that but when he spots her, standing quietly just behind her father, it's like he's never really seen her before.

***

"Uh, I like your dress," says Goten. It's a watered-down compliment he wishes he would've swallowed.

Marron side-eyes him and sighs. "Please, just don't. We both know why you're here."

His hand flexes on the wheel. He turns up the a.c. with his free hand, a corsage wrapped around his wrist. "Because we're friends?"

"Because our dads are friends and my date bailed out on me and everyone felt sorry for me so now here you are. Doing me a favor we both don't want."

Her voice wavers slightly at the end, and in his peripheral he sees her eyes begin to glimmer. Shit.

"That stupid jerk! It's all his fault. I better not see his face at the dance or I'll... I'll kick his sorry ass to the moon."

Goten has absolutely no doubt that she can. Actually, 18 had been very close to tracking the boy down and reverting to her old murderous ways, but Krillin, honorable police officer that he is, prevented that by calling his father up to convince Goten to agree to being an emergency replacement.

He'd been in the middle of a phone-call with a super cute girl when his father bursted into his room and guilted him into becoming the last-minute date of the angry girl sitting beside him in passenger's seat. An angry girl whose pastel pink dress would fool a man into thinking she would be incapable of splitting his head open with her heel.

Perhaps the boy deserves a mild ass-kicking, but Goten promised Krillin that he'll take care of her, and that includes keeping her out of trouble.

Besides, now that her anger has abated somewhat after that sudden outburst, she looks a bit dejected.

"Hey, I have a better idea. How about if you see him, you show him that you're having a good time without him?"

"But-"

"I'm warning you, I'm not the best dancer. But I'm sure you already know that! Remember that time Trunks bribed the bouncer into letting us into the club? When I was trying to impress a chick with some moves but then slipped on some beer or whatever it was and fell on my ass?"

Marron laughs, just as she did then, and he is momentarily captivated by the sound of it and the look of her yellow hair blowing in the wind as her head tilts back in laughter, and then a horn blares and he hastily swerves back to the right lane.

***

Mutiple pairs of eyes follow them from the parking lot into the ballroom, an actual ballroom, not a gym decked with paper streamers and hand-written banners.

Marron goes to a school with money and it shows. The students all look like models in a teen magazine and even the nerds are well-dressed.

A good deal of kids Goten doesn't know nod at them, particularly her, as they meander their way deeper into the room, and isn't long before they are swarmed with a group of her friends who fawn over her dress and cast curious, confused glances at him.

They were expecting someone else to be at her arm, a somebody who isn't a hick from the mountains.

"Do you guys want a drink?" One of her friends asks, and before Goten can answer with "yes," Marron punches him in the arm and whispers to him, "He means alcohol. You're driving, remember?"

"Right. "

"But I'm not!"

With that, she takes a deep pull from the flask that had been procured from the guy's inner-pocket, gags and makes a revolted face at its taste, and then turns her eyes to him.

"Now I'm ready to dance."

She swiftly drags him on to the dance floor.

***

"We're going to have to get you some food after this."

Partly to cover the faint smell of booze on her person, partly to get her to sober up.

"It was just one swig. I'll be fine."

He sure hopes so, or he is a dead man dancing, if you can call what he's doing dancing.

It doesn't matter. Marron is smiling and moving in a way that he didn't know she could move. He still senses a bit of uneasiness in her, catches her eyes occasionally sweeping the room for a person in particular, but she becomes increasingly distracted by the music and energy flowing in around them.

The lights flicker on her like incandescent butterflies as she dances to an old-school synth pop song, waving her limbs in mesmerizing patterns that hold his attention to the point he stops dancing and only stares. As do some of the other students, mostly guys fascinated by how good she looks.

Goten shakes his head. How good she looks?

She's a high school student and he's in college. She may be of age but she's always been like a sister to him, the brat with ponytails who is always at their family gatherings and teases him about his awkwardness with girls.

But isn't that why they had stopped hanging out outside of those gatherings? Because at some point the age gap was too significant for them to continue to do the things they did as kids without it being weird.

She abruptly stops her movements before the song ends, and soon she is exiting the dance floor and pushing past the crowd, ignoring his call to her.

He follows her outside, to the other end of the building where only a few miscreants loitering between the dumpsters and smoke a sweet - smelling herb, sparing them a moment of interest in their drama.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

"I saw him. He was with fucking Merideth Plum! She's a total cum dumpster and isn't even that cute!"

He would've found the use of the term "cum-dumpter" to be amusing if not for Marron being clearly upset.

"I really want to hurt him. Hurt her. I know it's wrong, because I'm so much stronger than they are, but I can't help it. I have my dad's caring nature but my mother's quick, vengeful temper."

Her fists are balled and shaking, and she looks somewhere in between bursting into tears and eviscerating them with her bare hands.

Goten's feet move ahead of his brain, and before either one of them can react differently, he pulls her into his arms. She stiffens at first, and he's almost sure she's going to push him away and deck him in the face, and he almost wants her to because he's way too aware of her closeness, but then she relaxes and wraps her arms around his back.

He breathes out, uneven, and his voice tries to be steady as he says, "I didn't just agree to be your date because our dads wanted us to. I'm here because I care, and I don't want you to be hurt."

He hears her sigh into his shoulder, her breath warm against his jacket. He hasn't hugged her in years, since between the realisation that cooties aren't real and the awareness that she grew breasts.

"It's funny. I'm not even that hurt anymore. I'm mostly upset at the fact anyone would stand me up. I'm too cute for that."

"You are." The words fly out of his mouth and he can't catch them. He fumbles for a retraction, an explanation as he feels her tense up . "Objectively, that is."

When she lifts her chin up to him, he sees a small smile on her lips that seems to make its way down his spine and spread out to his chest, and he disengages from her in haste. "So you wanna blow this joint, get some food?"

"Not yet. We still haven't slow-danced."

He sees her playfully relish the abashed twitch of his features as all the romcom cliches about high school dances, particularly slow-dancing scenes, come swarming into his head.

That doesn't stop him from following her into the dance floor when the lights dim and the music slows, meanwhile his heart does the opposite.

#marten #goten x marron #fanfiction #my fic #dbz fanfiction #goten #marron

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