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trumpkinhotboy · 9 months

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"All that matters to me is that you're happy"

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Younger sibling!reader

Type: Request (thank youuu !!)

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warnings: A few curse words, homophobic comments, having a homophobic family member/sibling, being “bullied” by a family member

Rating: 13+ (because of curse words)

Word count: approx. 4k

Requests: Open! For Heartstopper, Twilight wolfpack, Narnia and Harry Potter

A/n: I must say, I loved writing this fic, but it always make me feel a bit weird to write about someone who’s homophobic… I know it’s sadly part of our society, but ugh. Just writing those horribles words made me feel weird and the saddest thing is that they’re all things I’ve actually heard before ????? But anyway, i think the fluff really does outweigh the angst (lol) and im sending you all a big fat queer hug <33

*gif is not mine!!

** Can you imagine him hugging you like this? Making you feel safe and shit?? Ughh. Nick would be the best brother on earth that for SUUUURE (i even wrote a thing about it hehe, if you want to check it out it’s here :3)

Summary: After being around Charlie and his group of friends' the reader starts to question themselves a bit more, wondering what they’re own sexuality and gender might truly be. However, all that discovery isn't made easy by their oldest brother David, who’s never been one to shy away from speaking what’s on his mind (even though it's the most hainous and stupid thing you might hear:)). After a pretty heated fight between the two of them, the reader takes refuge in their room where they will at least get comfort and support from their other brother, Nick.

It had already been a week since your oldest brother, David, came home from university, and it was proving to be one of the longest weeks of your life. David's presence at home always meant you had to deal with a bunch of mixed and confusing feelings. You used to be quite close with him. Once, David Nelson was a sweet and funny boy, but since he entered his teenage years, he proved to be a complete asshat. You still had your good moments together, from time to time, but they were becoming pretty scarce. Especially since he started making all those homophobic and horrible comments about LGBTQIA+ folks. When something stupid came out of his mouth, which happened quite a lot, you usually tried to ignore him, not wanting to engage in a fight every single time. Especially when you knew he loved to do it on purpose, but it was incredibly harder to do since you had met Charlie and his friends and learned that your brother Nick was bisexual. That wasn't taking into account the fact that you had started to question your own sexuality. Fights kept sparking up with your brother, and you couldn't just stand down anymore and let him spew his homophobic nonsense.

Contrary to your habit, you came back from school alone that day. After you waited a good 15 minutes for Nick to make an appearance at the crowded gates of Truham, you sent him two text messages, which were left unanswered. You decided to head home anyway, knowing something must have come up for him.

Sitting in the old bus bringing you closer to home, you let your mind drift. You found your thoughts heading toward a subject that had become quite familiar to you in the past few weeks. You thought about how you admired Charlie and his friends. They were so accepting and loving towards each other. You always wished you could have a friend group like that. You had lots of friends at Higgs, some very nice ones at that, but it wasn't the same. You weren't your 100% authentic self with them. You would never be able to tell them how uncomfortable you felt with all the heteronormativity demonstrated at school and how you always felt a bit weird about being in a ‘girl's’ school. In fact, you didn't mind it at all, but you hated all the stereotypical crap that came with it. Deep down inside, you never really considered yourself a girl or a boy. You were just a human, existing and floating around, trying to make the best of life. You felt trapped by the gender box and wanted to exist outside of it. You wanted to do anything you wished, wear anything you wanted without having to think whether it was a "girly" or "boyish" thing to do. Until a certain age, you didn't really care about all of that, but the older you got, it felt like stereotypes were being pushed onto you even more. And lately, you just couldn't come up with a way to deal with it, although the need was getting more pressing with each passing day.

As you walked home, completely lost in thought and not really noticing what was in front of you, you bumped into a tall, and lanky boy.

"Y/n! There you are!" You heard Charlie's familiar voice say from afar, slowly bringing you back to the mortal realm. "Nick's been looking for you everywhere!"

"Oh, right," you mumbled. "I did wait at Truham and even texted him, but after a while, I just decided to go anyway."

The curly-haired boy stayed silent for a second, noticing you seemed out of it. Silent and pensive, instead of being your usual cheerful self. He shifted his head to the side, trying to catch your gaze. "Are you okay?"

You looked up at him, confusion filling your eyes. "I don't know," you admitted. "It's been an interesting past few weeks." You kicked small pebbles off the sidewalk as he took ahold of your arm, bringing you to a small bench on the side of the road.

"Do you want to talk about it? You know I'm here if you ever need to talk about anything." he kindly offered. You let out a heavy breath. How could you talk about something that didn't even make sense to you?

"I-, I've been questioning myself a lot lately…" He didn't react to that declaration, giving you the space you needed to express yourself fully, but encouraged you to carry on with a subtle nod. "I-, you know, with you and Nick, and your friends and just, everything in fact. I- ugh, I just feel so trapped." Elbows on your knees, you pressed your closed eyes with the palms of your hands. A feeble attempt to relieve some of the pressure you felt buzzing in your overstimulated brain.

"Trapped?"

"Like I'm suffocating. People keep saying stuff that makes me uncomfortable, and I'm not sure why it makes me feel this way."

You turned to face him, his expression a mix of surprise and compassion. With his own coming out and Nick's situation, Charlie was getting quite versed in the 'question yourself' department. "What kind of stuff?"

"Well…" you hesitated for a second. Saying those things out loud felt like jumping off a cliff, and you weren't sure what was waiting for you down there, but Charlie felt like such a safe person. His kind and caring expression made you want to say the words bouncing around in your head for the first time. Deep down, you knew he was one of the few people you could tell this without being scared.

"I hate all these labels and stereotypes everyone seems to be pushing on me. I don't think I've ever really noticed it before, but now I see every weird reaction and surprised glance when I say or do something that might be just a tiny bit out of the 'normal' box. I'm just a human. I don't feel attached to any gender, either with myself or when I'm interested in someone. Their gender doesn't matter to me, it's their personality, interests, and how they treat me. That's what matters and makes sense to me." You were slightly out of breath after you blurted this whole thing out. Once you started talking, it felt impossible to stop. Coming to your senses about everything you had just told Charlie, you nervously looked his way. "Or at least, I think."

True to himself, he had listened patiently, never interrupting you. You took a deep breath, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders. It was such a refreshing feeling. Your brother's boyfriend looked at you in silence before smiling.

"I'm really happy, and honored you felt comfortable enough to tell me about all of this Y/n. Does Nick know about the way you feel?"

You shook your head no, feeling a hint of guilt creeping in. "I didn't know what to tell him… I'm not even sure how I feel can be put into clear words."

"Sometimes it is pretty hard to find ways to put an exact word on a state of mind, but if you'd like, I can tell you about some stuff that might be linked to how you feel. You're not the only one who feels like that, and even if it's not exactly the good word for you, maybe it can give you an idea. A hint of things to look up, to do some research on and see what that feels like for you."

You nodded excitedly. Your innocent enthusiasm exerting a laugh from Charlie.

"But. We'll do that as I walk you home, okay? Nick had a rugby thing tonight and panicked a bit when he realized he hadn't told you about it. He asked me to text him when I saw you and would probably feel more comfortable knowing I walked you home. So, is that a deal?”

The discussion you shared on your walk home was one of the most informative you've ever had. Charlie was full of knowledge, and he was incredibly good at explaining everything. When he left you on your doorstep, words like "non-binary" and "pansexual" still danced around in your brain. You thanked him thoroughly before promising to keep him updated. You entered your cozy home, feeling some relief for the first time in a while. Nellie's excited welcome only made it better. She was dancing around your feet, letting out high-pitched barks.

"Y/n? That you, darling?" you heard your mother's voice call from the kitchen.

"Yes, mum!"

You joined her in the delicious smelling room after you granted Nellie your entire attention. She was still following you around, almost making you trip as she slipped between your legs. As you came in, you were incredibly happy to see the plate of lasagna your mother put in the stove.

"You're a bit late. Everything alright?"

"Oh yes. Charlie walked me home since Nick had a rugby thing. We got distracted a little bit, that's why."

Your mother only nodded with a smile. She absolutely loved Charlie and knew that if you were with him, she didn't need to worry about a thing. She entirely trusted him to take care of her Nelson babies.

"Dinner'll be ready in twenty."

You nodded before you walked to the living room, your bag slung over your shoulder.

"Hey." saluted David. He was sprawled on the couch, focused on some video game on the screen. Nellie, still on your heels, let out a low growl when she noticed his presence. Like you, she wasn't much of a fan of David's. You rolled your eyes as you realized he had, once again, borrowed Nick's Nintendo Switch without asking. You finally grunted in response, not wanting to end your good mood by engaging with him. "Heard you say that Charlie walked you home."

His comment immediately made you tense up. When David was mentioning Charlie, it rarely ended well. You still remember vividly the night he had met him, all the things he had said, and how much of a dick he had been. You had felt so bad for poor Charlie and spent the night in Nick's room, allowing him to vent about the situation. "Yeah." you cautiously answered.

"So?"

"So what?" you turned on your heels, facing him with a challenging look, daring him to say some dumb shit again.

"Well, he's not trying to turn you gay, is he?" he snickered.

Your mouth opened in an astonished 'oh'. He didn't dare to say that, did he? If his comment hadn't made you so angry, you would have laughed at his stupidity. "What the hell, David. Do you even hear yourself?"

He let out an idiotic laugh, sounding like all the morons you had the pleasure to cross paths with at school. "No, but I mean, he's already convinced Nick, maybe you're next on the list. Maybe he wants you to join his little gay club."

Tightening your grip on the strap of your bag, your blood boiled in your veins. If you were a comic character, high-pressure smoke would come out of your ears right this instant. You couldn't understand how such a hateful and horrible human being could be related to you and the rest of your family.

"Shut the hell up. What does it bring you to be such a dick?"

He put his game on pause, noticing the change in your tone. "Oh my god, not you too. Can't anybody take a joke anymore?"

"David, I swear, you better shut up. I'm done letting you say such hateful things without saying anything."

"Listen, I just don't want to be stuck in a house with so many gay people. Don't want to catch it, you know. I don't even get it. It can't even physically work between same-sex people. Is it some weird kinky stuff? Am I really cursed to be the only sane one in this family?" He started his game again as if he hadn't just said one of the worst things you had ever heard. At this point, he wasn't even trying to hide his homophobia. You always tried to keep the peace between you two, knowing it made your mother very sad when you got in fights, but this was your limit, and he kept crossing it as if it didn't matter.

"I don't even know why you keep bothering coming home when all you do is be a stupid piece of shit towards Nick and me. You were an asshole to him when he came out, and now you want to do the same to me? You're not even nice to mum! I, we, don't need this in our life."

"You too? So you are gay?!"

"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!" You took a breath, trying to refrain from punching him straight in the face. "You know what, I'm not interested in having a relationship with someone like you. You try to act as if you are this cool and nice older brother who's just joking, but you AREN'T. You're just mean and a fricking homophobe. Don't you ever talk to me again, got it?" You kept your tone cold, but made sure that every word coming of your mouth was coated in venom.The 'game over' sound escaped the TV, your brother staring at you, clearly dumbfounded by your last words. You left the room before you could start crying in front of him and bumped into your mother, her eyes wide open. No doubt she had heard the last part of that conversation. It broke your heart to see the expression on her face, but if she couldn't recognize when her own son was being a bully, that wasn't on you. She would never accept that behavior from anyone else, she was giving him too many chances, and you couldn't abide it when it came to something as serious as this.

"Y/n, darling…"

"I don't know why you still allow him to come here. It's been years since David has been decent to us. I'm so tired of it Mum, I'm done with it. I can't take this anymore, and someone needs to tell him this is NOT okay. I'm not talking to him anymore, and I really mean it. This isn't a petty little fight between siblings. This is serious."

"I-"

Your attention was captured by the front door opening on a very sweaty Nick.

"Hi, I'm home!" you heard his familiar voice say. The smile on his face vanished when he noticed the expression on you and your mother's faces. "What happened?" he asked seriously. Worry invaded his hazelnut eyes at the sight of your disheveled figure, your chest quickly going up and down, your breath shallow with anger. Your mother's state wasn't comforting either. She looked absolutely brokenhearted.

"David. That's what happened," you said with a sarcastic smile before you went around your mother, climbing the stairs as quickly as you could to escape into your room. It didn't take very long for you to hear the screaming coming from downstairs. A mix of your mother and both your brothers' voices. You shoved your head into your pillow and slipped under the covers, trying to make yourself as small as possible before you let the tears run freely down your face.

You opened your eyes after some time, feeling as confused as ever. You felt like you were on another planet, hunger rumbling in your stomach. You looked at the time on your phone with half-opened eyes. 8:00pm. You must have fallen asleep after all the crying.

You listened carefully, trying to hear what was happening downstairs when you saw your door open about an inch. Nick's face was peeking in the crack, trying his best not to make a sound. "Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?" he softly asked. You mumbled a yes, slowly sitting up in your bed, trying to regain some grasp on reality. His hands were full with a tray containing a plate of delicious-smelling lasagna, a steaming cup of tea, and a piece of brownie your mother had baked the night prior. He put it down on your night table, his eyes looking for yours.

"So."

"Mom told me what happened with David." he started. "I'm so sorry Y/n. Usually, I try to protect you from him. I'm sorry I wasn't home to prevent that whole situation from happening."

Once again, your eyes filled with tears. You didn't think it was even physically possible after all the crying you had already done, but here you were. You looked down at your fidgety hands, determined not to let him see the emotion arising in you.

"Yeah. Well, he's David. We know he's horrible."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he has a right to act like this. Mum said she'll take care of it. He really crossed the line this time."

His hands were stuffed in the pocket of his gray sweatpants. A few wild strands of reddish hair fell in his eyes. He still looked so worried, guilty even. He had hoped you never would have to go through that and couldn't help but feel responsible that it happened anyway. You didn't dare to add anything, afraid that speaking would break you. Everything you were feeling was already so confusing, and the fight with your brother only made it worse. Nick kept staring, unsure what to do. He wanted to be there for you but didn't want to push your limits. He decided to sit on your bed, close, but not enough to be in your personal space. A very gentle approach was probably the way to go. You kept staring at your knees, knowing if you looked at him, it was done for, you would crack again. Nick and you were incredibly close. He was your brother, and in a way, he was an extension of yourself. You would do anything for him and knew the feeling was reciprocated. Having that kind of relationship had its advantages, but when you were trying to keep yourself from falling apart… it was kind of a pain. How could you look into his eyes and lie about everything you felt?

Gently, he took ahold of your hands. "Can I do anything to help?"

You stared at your hands covered with his freckled ones. These hands helped you through so much. They steadied you when you learned to ride a bike at seven. They always held yours when you were scared, and they always rubbed your back soothingly when you needed comfort.

You finally lifted your gaze, tears rolling down your face. You nodded as your lower lip started to shake uncontrollably. "Can I- can I have a hug?"

He took a deep breath before wrapping you in his arms.

"Come here." he engulfed you in his embrace making you feel protected and as safe as ever. He jumped under the covers so you both sat, your backs resting on your headboard. His arms still around you, and your head on his chest, you assembled the courage to let the words stuck in your throat be expressed.

You told him about all the things you had been questioning lately. All the stereotypes and labels that made you feel trapped. You told him about your walk with Charlie and how good it had felt to hear that it was all okay, that you were okay. Your gaze turned dark when you told him word for word about your conversation with David. You felt his grip tighten on you for a split second. You were no stranger to the anger David triggered in your brother.

"And then you came home, and now we're here." You ended your monologue and looked up to him. His brows furrowed, he seemed in deep, deep thoughts. Looking straight ahead, everything you told him was still settling in his mind. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, until my discussion with Charlie, I didn't even know what I was feeling."

The mention of his boyfriend seemed to bring him back to the present. He looked at you, forcing a smile on his lips that did not quite reach his eyes. "That's okay. You don't ever have to tell me something if you don't feel ready. I'm glad Charlie was there to catch you when you needed to."

You smiled, feeling once again that comforting warmth spreading in your chest. You were incredibly grateful to have such an amazing brother as Nicholas. You squeezed him a bit tighter. He reciprocated your gesture while resting his cheek on top of your head.

"Although I must admit I am a tiny bit jealous that you told him before me…"

"Jealous, uh?" you giggled after getting up, staring at him and the sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

"I'm just saying I want you to remember who has always slipped you some candies when mum said it was enough. Before you replace me with Charlie, that is."

You burst out laughing, remembering the many times you almost got sick because of all the candies Nick had slipped you.

"No worries, brother. I'm not thinking of replacing you just yet. You're too useful to me."

"Ah! That's comforting." His gaze in the direction of the ceiling, the smile on his face stilled. "I'm really sorry again about David. He's such a dick. I already felt so bad for what happened with Charlie. I'm so mad he dared to do the same to you." Your oldest brother's inner brain working was something that needed to be examined by scientists. You would never pretend to know how it even worked. "I thought that it was me he specifically had a problem with. I hoped that your youngest sibling's status would protect you. That was foolish of me. I should have said something before."

Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he seemed incredibly tired and vulnerable. You hated that someone from your own family could have that effect on him. In fact, you hated that someone in your family caused you all so much hurt.

"David's always been like that. Ever since he turned fourteen, he's been a bully. I think the important thing is that we never let it slide anymore. I think we all gave him too many chances, and it resulted in the lovely human being he is now." You reached for his hand once more, hoping to take away some of the guilt in his eyes. "This is not your fault Nick. You know how much I appreciate how you're always there for me, but I need to fight my own battles, and this is what I've done today. As shitty as it feels to know what David thinks of queer people, I feel incredibly proud to have stood up to him. To have said enough."

Your words seemed to lighten up his mood. The smile on his face wasn’t full yet, but it was getting much closer to a heartfelt one. "I am proud of you too. You're such a badass kid."

Curling your arms to show your guns, you wiggled your brows, hoping it would make him laugh and bring back on his features that dear smile of his. To your advantage, you did know your brother pretty well because he couldn't contain his laugh at the display of your dumb antics.

For the rest of the night, you stayed hidden in your room. You ate your whole plate and decided to put on a movie. You decided that the best remedy to such a shitty evening was to have one of your infamous movie nights. Nick even went out to fetch Nellie and some more sweets to satisfy the both of you.

"Y/n," he whispered halfway through the movie. A huge bowl of popcorn on both your laps, yours salty and his sweet, Nellie sprawled at the end of the bed, you hummed, reluctantly taking your focus away from the screen.

"What? I swear if you're about to ask me for some of my popcorn again, I'll punch you."

"It's not that." he chuckled. "I, I just want to say that if you need help with anything in your… your quest of understanding your sexuality."

"My quest?!" you interrupted with a laugh.

"Shut up." he threw some popcorn to your face, which you immediately ate, before he continued. "No, but I mean if you need help in your research or want me to be mindful of the pronouns I use for you. I want you to let me know."

You paused the movie, your expression a neutral surprise. "Nick, I-"

"No pressure or anything! I know you're still exploring and learning about new stuff. I just want you to know that I'm 100% here for you, no matter what, okay? You can ask me anything, and I'll do my best to help and support you. All that matters to me is that you are happy."

You stayed silent, the idea of exploring your pronouns still hanging in the air in front of you. You scrunched your nose and buried your face in his shoulder.

"I don't know what I would do without you. Thank you, Nick," you whispered with muffled words that barely came through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"Better than Charlie?" he whispered back, diffusing the seriousness of the moment. You sat straight again, looking at him, a sparkle glowing in both your eyes. He was dumb. He loved to make jokes and tease you, but he was your big brother and your best friend in the whole world.

You offered him some of your salted popcorn before you focused again on the movie. Even though this had been a shitty week and evening, you took some time to just appreciate this precious moment, and took comfort in knowing that no matter what, you would always have Nick by your side.

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talenlee · 1 year

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CoX: Hext and Unburning

Time to time, I write up an explication of characters I’ve played in RPGs or made for my own purpose. This is an exercise in character building and creative writing.

“Is that her?”

“Unburning?”

“Yeah, the former sidekick of-“

“You know, don’t call her that.”

“But she was, until the incident,”

“Don’t mention that.”

“Why, what’s the worst that-“

“You know, maybe just stop talking.”

She’s not broken. She’s not wrong. She’s just not like you. Unburning is an angry young woman, in a way that sentence simply could not capture. Some heroes struggle to keep their power under control, and hers is the power of fire that burns as rage – where she becomes more angry, she becomes more powerful… and she recognises that seductive risk.

So, she keeps herself withdrawn. Careful. Quiet.

She knows when she’ll need to be loud.

“Oh, suuuure, it used to be all ‘poison apple’ and ‘cursed to be a frog’ but y’all don’t seem to remember when the time came to solve plagues and poxes, it was the witches that did that, jeeze. No respect.”

Hext. Just Hext. Once, a sidekick, now out on her own, she goes now by just Hext. She’s got that sly, not-quite-impressed college girlboss feel, like she’s free from some form of oversight, except her life and education has featured oh-so-much worse than textbooks. Running around beating up bad guys in her early teens, she’s done with living in a shadow, learned her lessons, and her former mentor… well…

… yeah, none of that, not no more. Bored with that.

If you’ve dealt with either Hext or Unburning, they were probably showing up as part of a group, showing up with the Young Spartans to get some work done. Hext, the glittering sparkle-witch, with powers that let her do deals and pacts, throwing magic around in long chains, was probably moving around fast, doing support and protecting people, healing wounds, and confusing enemies with illusions and summoned horrors. By contrast, there’s Unburning, who serves as a raw powerhouse: She does fire, and she does more fire, and she does enough fire. Unburning does intense enough fire to create pressure waves around her, vaporising craters into the ground around her, blasting lines of hot fire that rip through things, unchaining an energy within her that needs to be carefully controlled.

Hext, Edie Nosurname, is more likely to be seen on her own, normally: She’s fond of calling herself a meddler. Her abilities, her type of magic, is very flexible and versatile, even if it requires a lot of presence of mind to use. The way she describes it, there’s some kind of consent exchange with it – when she makes someone into a frog, some part of her asks some part of that person if they want to be a frog, and the trick is finding what part of them thinks it’s better to be a frog.

(Often, she points out, it’s the stomach.)

Unburning, Brandy Whitlock, on her own is much more likely to be on her own, at home, in her room, in the dark, reading black books with white text, or watching anime, or keeping her feelings in check. Sometimes she comes out and hangs with her friends in the Young Spartans, but everyone knows if Brandy’s near that doesn’t mean she wants to be involved: It means she wants to be near, and you respect that.

Power-wise, the pair operate like a classical pair of smart and flexible and dumb and powerful. When Unburning gets going, almost all her powers are just some expression of ‘burn more,’ which means she largely shows up to superhero moments and ideally, never does anything. She’s there to be the violent backup, the damage that everyone else in the Young Spartans hopes to not need.

The Young Spartans are a supergroup of former sidekick characters. They’re people who achieved majority and separated themselves in one way or another from their mentored past. Imagine a group of Nightwings and Speedies and – yes, it was probably inspired by the Outsiders, but less bitter. Well, some of them are less bitter. Hext was originally the angel-themed sidekick of the ‘good witch’ heroine Holly Wyrd, and separated when Holly became a megachurch’s support heroine, Holy Wyrd. Unburning by comparison used to be the sidekick of a Salem witch heroine known as Ms Red, who was using her powers to siphone off her sidekick’s powers, for her own good.

Neither are particularly happy with their former mentors, and there’s a reason you shouldn’t bring up ‘sidekick’ as a term around the Young Spartans. It’s a sore topic that people would rather you not.

Mechanics

This is two very different characters, who have had a lot of different representations across multiple versions of the game. Originally, they were made to relate to a mechanical idea, that already existed and then swapped around to different builds, then the game shut down. Now, on Homecoming, Hext is a dark/dark controller, with

45% defense to smashing, lethal, and ranged attacks, not counting Fade, which is permanent.

200% global recharge, which includes permanent hasten

45 second recharge on Howling Twilight, possibly the most powerful power in either set

And you can see her build here.

Unburning is a fire/rad blaster, with

45% to smashing, lethal and energy, and 32% defense to ranged attacks

205% global recharge, which means a nuke every 31 seconds

and you can see her build here.

There is something here that needs special mention though! I am actually a bit annoyed by how these characters are represented in the game, because thanks to years of playing them and time playing them in textual forms, I have had a lot of refinement for the way the game represents them, and since the mechanics refers to the way these characters work in the game that lets me play them…

Hext should be fat.

Look, I don’t make fat characters. I don’t do a good job of it. But ‘I don’t do a good job of it’ isn’t a good reason to avoid doing more of it. And Hext contrasts with Unburning, who is wiry and threatening, and meant to have more of a threatening aura. Over time, enough time writing her, and enough time writing her with people who were good at encouraging me to try different things, I know full well that ‘fat’ isn’t a bad word, and ‘fat’ isn’t a bad thing for a hero to be…

And so, Hext should be fat.

In game, she doesn’t look it. She doesn’t look like a rounded chubby lady with tum to go with her boobs and her hips. And sure there are other things, like how her hair should be more sparkly and have different sheets of colour in it, like a rainbow, and her makeup should be glittery and excessive and tasteless. But more than that: She should be fat. The system I have for representing her isn’t good at that, and I am not good at that, and that’s every reason to be unsatisfied and to instead hold to that detail. She’s fat and she’s cool and she’s fun and she’s pretty.

She’s also queer as hell, but I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever shown a non-queer character off here. Both of them are queer. It’s true of them and the whole of the Young Spartans.

History

The history of these two characters stretches back quite a way. Like, an unnecessarily long way, in fact, and it’s hard to talk about it without sounding like I’m mad at someone. I mean, I was mad at someone but largely now I just avoid them because I don’t want to feel that way again.

First things first, these characters didn’t always have the names Hext and Unburning. Unburning used to be named Brand when she was on Virtue, and Hext used to be known as Hex Ed, hence her surprisingly archaic name of Edith (and going by ‘Eddy’). But even then, before there, these two characters had different names as well. One was called Conspyre, and he was a demon boy I made for a supergroup that was looking to make an Avengers-style arrangement, and the other was a spooky dangerous monster-man named Carceri. These characters were both created for RP spaces, to share with people, and then, after setting up their story and getting them in those spaces, they were abandoned by their roleplay communities.

And I mean conspicuously! Like, one SG wanted me to set up a thing and do some work for them (earning in-game currency for the group). The group then, without me, had a conversation and all moved their characters over to a different group until I left the group I was in, whereupon they moved back. It wasn’t something I was all that wild about, but it also happened to me a few times, with different people. I definitely feel like The Weird Kid in a social space, where people didn’t want to deal with me that much and I don’t think that was as much on the other people as much as me being unable to handle/pick up on social cues.

Oh wait hang on, one of them had to bail on talking to me because a player she was playing with didn’t like me, personally, and told her not to talk to me any more. That was probably someone being an asshole.

Anyway, this happened to me … fairly frequently. Make a character, level them, get them involved and developed, put in social infrastructure work like wiki pages and explainers and whatnot, and then the other person ghosted me. Often, I’d help level the other person’s character, too*!

Sometimes it was the same person! Multiple times! And the result was I had this gaggle of characters that I considered ‘orphans.’ And then, in a fit of pique one day, I realised the only thing keeping these characters the way they were was an attachment to other people, and a sulkiness, so I got these characters all to 50, then made a new small supergroup for storing them. It was a kind of retirement for these characters, but I also liked them a lot. It was kinda, at the time of Live, a sort of assertion: These characters are now off-limits for your bullshit, they’re fixed, they have their story, if you want to talk to them or deal with them, it’s on my terms now. Which sounds nonsense when I say it, like, surely that should have been there from the start for most characters. With that new mindset, I rebuilt all these orphans into new characters to make characters who had a vibe I like, built on ideas I liked, concepts that I wanted to see in the City of Heroes universe. If I had so many ideas about how Superheroes should be, I should put my money where my mouth was and stop being afraid of designing ‘too many girls.’

That’s when I made the Young Spartans.

And I went pretty hard on it.

oh dear this doesn’t look that good any more

I made a logo for them, something that stood apart from other factions. I gave the group a centralising theme, which is where I got the idea of the former sidekicks. I liked the idea of that kind of vibe, of the ‘free from parental control’ weirdness, I liked the idea of people who didn’t have a normal adolescence getting to discover themselves in their early twenties (for some reason) and also what it meant to find other people who had gone through similar traumas to them (for some reason), and also really learning a lot about an alternate sexuality that was obvious to others when you weren’t keeping things contained to someone else’s aesthetic surveillance (for some reason). The Young Spartans formed around that structure as a sort of ‘what if the Teen Titans were also Weirdo Fundie Rumspringa.’

That’s where we got Hex Ed and Brand at first. I like Starfire, and I like Raven, and they’re both really cool characters from their source material, but a lot of how they work is meant to tie into their youth and comparative powerlessness. Also, back when I did this, like… jimminy, 2011? Good grief, that’s a number.

And that’s where these stories got coalesced. I wound up sharing these characters with a roleplaying group, G4, who got to do a lot of the roleplay that shaped them as personas, the kind of people they wound up being and also my particular snobbery of the ethics of superheroics. It also is where I baked out these two

And yeah, they’re girlfriends. Hext is dating a few other people as well. Brand has some datefriends too, but Brand is only interested in women while Hext is interested in everything. There have been other mentions of Young Spartans, since they wound up recruiting Tideward (because I had the Spartans already), and Burnwillow (a farmer alt that wound up becoming core to the game), and they’re probably dating in some complex arrangement there, too!

* I’m not blameless here, by the way; there are at least two characters of mine that someone else levelled while I was in a Bad Moods place and I never wound up playing them before the game went down, and that sucks, they don’t deserve that and I have tried to find and apologise to both of them since the collapse of the game.

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sunny-day-dream · 2 years

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Wet Dreams - Part 2

Pairing: Sundrop x Reader, Moondrop x Reader

Wordcount: 3700

Warnings: Smut, Voyeurism, Breeding, Possessive Behaviour, Biting/Marking, Light Somnophilia (No Non-Con), Cock Warming, AFAB- Reader, She/Her pronouns

(Part 1) (Final)

Notes: Oh, the yearning!

I was playing around with a way to write these two without jumping between POV’s all the time, and I actually like how this turned out!

All italic sentences are Moons thoughts/influence

Holding you tightly in his arms, Sundrop hummed a happy little tune to himself- breaking off for a moment to stifle a laugh as you drunkenly tried to join in.

You were so so so cute! So small and sweet and happy and did he mention cute yet?

‘You absolute sap, will you stop already?’ Moon huffed through their shared mind, trying to sound irritated despite knowing that Sun could feel just how content his counterpart actually was with you nestled against their body.

That was okay though, because as they slowly made their way towards their bedroom, Sun was feeling the same shivers of delight. The same aching warmth flooded through every inch of him that your body touched, it was always the same- no matter how differently the pair behaved, there were technically the same AI …kind of anyway.

They shared the same mind, the same body, and the same basic code. But they were still different beings, and liked to be addressed as such-

You always understood that.

Casting a quick glance down at your face, his pale eyes took in your rather sleepy expression, and despite feeling just a little disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to stay up late with them and spend time together, he was content knowing that he could watch over you and keep you safe.

They weren’t stupid, despite what some people liked to assume. There was a reason Moon insisted on patrolling the Pizzaplex at night, and it was the same reason Sun kept a very close eye on what they considered precious and sweet and lovely and-

‘…She’s tired and it’s much too cold in here, give her something better to wear.’

Shaking himself from his thoughts of you and your wonderful, perfect, oh so loving and sweet-

‘Stop. Focus, she needs us.’

Sun heeded his counterpart while gently nudging you into awareness, reaching blindly to his side until he gripped one of Moons old ‘Nap Time’ shirts from the floor and placed the overly large thing into your hands. You’d looked confused for a moment, before taking in the large bed next to you and letting out a soft ‘Oh!’ in realization.

Sun then ushered you to get changed before politely turning his back to give you some privacy, despite the small spike of mischievousness his other half slipped his way.

No no no, he was a gentleman thank you very much, you were intoxicated and he was looking after you like a good husband should!

‘Husband, huh?’

BEST FRIEND, HE MEANT BEST FRIEND.

‘Suuuure you did, is that why you’re making us overheat right now? A nice thought though…’

LA LA LA LA LA NOT LISTENING.

No, no he had much more important things to focus on right now, especially since you’d just curled up on their bed behind him- telling him it was okay to turn back around.

They almost stalled at the sight of you.

‘…what a pretty little thing…Looks so-’

-good in their bed, sprawled out on top of their yellow and blue sheets- the overly large pillows flung about making you seem even smaller compared to his body than usual. His feet almost hung off the end of that bed, yet yours didn’t even make it half way!

And boy did you look nice wearing that shirt! It was big enough to reach your knees, and it was so big that the neck even left your shoulders exposed-

‘-and begging to be marked up. Pretty little thing would look even better with a mark on her neck-’

-Buuuuut, that wasn’t the best thought for them to have right now, so Sun ignored it (with a lot of effort), and knelt down to leave a light kiss against your forehead, hands busy tucking you under the sheets.

He couldn’t let you be anything other than comfortable and content while they watched over you…Would you come back again if they managed that? Let them watch over you night after night after night-

‘The pretty thing in our sheets. In our bed. Every night.’

Sun knew that Moon was just joking around…he was definitely, absolutely joking and playing games! It would be very wrong to be saying these things while you were drunk and-

‘-wearing my shirt. Face pressing up against your pillow-’

“’ove you both, soooooo much~” You mumbled out as sleep took you away from them, their everything freezing to a halt at your words, minds going blank as they sat on the floor beside you, their frame overheating heavily.

Sun could do little more than watch you fall asleep, his face frozen in a small, shocked look.

Unsure that what they heard was actually real.

But wanting it to be, ohhh did they want that to be real. To have you love them, because they loved you- wholeheartedly and with a possessiveness that frightened them sometimes.

They loved their-

‘- pretty little thing… Our Pretty. Little. W i f e, right Sunny?-’

-so much it hurt to stay away from you sometimes.

But they had to- they didn’t want to scare you away for good…they’d rather long for you for forever than tell you how they feel and never see your smiling face again.

Sun had made himself comfortable next to their bed, his eyes never leaving you as Moon tried to start yet another argument within their mind, wanting to come out and watch over you, because that was what he was made to do thank you very much.

Sun knew better though, because no matter how much his counterpart tried to hide it, he knew his every thought and motivation- and Moon was not going to wake you up right now, no matter how much they both wanted to spend time with you.

‘It’s so bright, I bet she can’t sleep properly with all the lights on, she must be so uncomfortable~’

But no, Sun just continued watching as you slept soundly on their bed, only stirring every now and then to shift around and kick the sheets down.

…it would be nice though, to have more time with you while you were awake. You were always so busy during the day and there was only so long you could spend with them before having to run home and rest up for the next day. It’d be so much better if you all just lived together.

In a nice little house, somewhere quiet and pretty- somewhere they could walk around with you outside, to see how radiant you actually looked in the daylight. Somewhere they could lay on the grass with you, watching the stars for hours on end with you curled up against their frame, their hands tangled in your hair as they pulled you beneath them-

-kissing you softly and whispering their devotion against your lips, for only you to hear. They’d trail their hands down your sides and grip your soft thighs gently, parting them so they could press oh so nicely against all of you, they wanted to show you how much they craved your body- longed for it truly- almost as much as they craved your love.

And Moon needed to stop that right now please oh my gosh, because they couldn’t have those kinds of thoughts with you right next to them, it wasn’t right!

‘That was just as much you as it was me, you can’t lie to yourself.’

Ignoring his counterpart, Sun turned his focus back to you, only to catch you shifting around with an expression on your face that he’d never seen before.

Curiously lifting himself off the ground and leaning over the bed, Sun gently reached out to smooth his fingers through your hair, trying to coax you back into a more peaceful sleep-

And then, you did something they’d never heard from you before.

You moaned.

A sound so full of want and need and oh pretty thing they needed you too, just as badly, we can help you-

Sun started pulling his hand away the second he noticed the colours of it beginning to change from yellow to a faded blue, but it resisted. Moon resisted. Their hand stalled in the air for a moment before moving to stroke your face in a light caress despite Suns best efforts otherwise.

No no no no. This wasn’t okay, you were sleeping- they needed to stop.

‘Just for a moment, just to touch their face…’

Another needy, wanting, desperate little sound escaped you- and Sun knew he needed to get away. Right now. No matter how hard his other half resisted- though as he finally fought up enough control to pull their hand from you, you rolled onto your side, facing him fully.

Oh you looked so nice wearing Moons shirt, the fabric slipping further down your shoulder and giving them just a glimpse of what lay beneath via your silhouette. And better yet, you looked so comfortable like this, with your leg thrown over one of his large yellow pillows, trapping it between your wonderful, soft looking, tempting-

‘We could touch them, just for a moment…just for a second. Feel how soft they are properly-‘

-thighs.

Sun only snapped from his daze when he felt you blindly reaching out, managing to catch their hand despite his desperate attempt to pull away- afraid you had woken up and would be angry with them for being so close to you while you looked like this. Your expression didn’t slip though, just became more flushed as you laced your fingers through their own, your mouth parting as you panted lightly.

Sun had never…Never felt this worked up before. Yes, he’d been aroused before, had fantasised about touching you softly, kissing you and holding you closer than ever before…

That was nothing compare to the heat that ran through him as your legs wrapped around his pillow fully, you hips rocking as you tightened your grip on his hand-

And then?

You pleaded.

“-Please I-”

So so so prettily, and your voice was everything he’d ever hoped for in a moment like this- and if he ran his thumb over the back of your hand, it was to help you calm down right? Not to praise you for being so good and using your manners and –

“Moon, Please-”

-Sun couldn’t help echoing your moan as a harsh wave of arousal flooded their shared body, Moon nearly salivating in their mind as he strained and fought to try and take control.

You were pleading for them, pleading and begging oh so prettily like a good girl, such a pretty thing needs to be taken care of properly, she was asking so nicely after all!

They could just pin her down right now and wake her up, kiss her until she forgot anything but the taste of them, give her something much better to grind against. Hold her legs around their hips tightly and make her feel exactly what she does to them- Every. Single. Inch. Of it.

Quickly slapping their free hand over his mouth, Sun couldn’t fight back the deep sound of utter want that left him-

“S-Sunny please, I need you so bad-”

-Because he felt so ashamed right now.

He wasn’t too sure if he’d actually managed to slip his hand from yours gently, or if it’d just pulled away in his rush to remove himself from your personal space. He continued backing away from you (despite the snarling, angry words Moon threw his way) until his back hit the far wall, his legs giving out on him as he slid to the floor, a finger slipping between his now sharpened teeth in an effort to distract himself. Moon was so close to taking control, but you were still asleep, and you’d been intoxicated before that! As much as they wanted to-

‘Pin her down! Show her she’s ours, make her never want to leave! She wants us, needs us!’

-it wouldn’t be right.

And he felt disgusting for how hard he was right now, his cock already throbbing as he continued watching you grind against his pillow, your soft moans and whispers of their names making his body twitch in more ways than one.

“Moon,” Sun didn’t know if he’d actually listen right now, but their head was too full of you to try to communicate any other way but out loud “we need to stop.”

The growl Moon let out rumbled through Suns own chest, informing the bot of just how close his other half was to taking control- the hand he’d previously managed to overtake was already clawing at the wall next to them, leaving deep gouges in the wood.

Moons name echoed through the room then, but not from Suns mouth- and it was everything he could do to hold himself still. It filled the room over and over and over again- or was that just the noise repeating in their mind?

Either way, it was a plea so soft Moon just wanted to drown in it. To give you everything. To take such good care of you and show you how right they were for you.

They could give you everything you ever desired; they would give you anything.

All you had to do was ask, and here you were, asking.

You were asking very nicely, weren’t you? Sun wanted to hear you like this every day, all breathless and panting and calling for them in a tone they had now burned into their memory. It’d be even better if they were buried deep inside you, holding you oh so tightly to their body as they grinded into you, not wanting to thrust because that’d mean they’d have to leave you for a moment, and that wouldn’t do! They wanted to sit inside you all day, buried so deep they knew they’d see the outline of their cock showing through as they sat there for hours.

Sun could feel the rays around his head beginning to retract and fought against it, desperately trying to pay attention to the way his body was starting to edge closer to you as you arched your back, one of your hands moving to grope at your chest while the other buried itself between your l e g s

That was t h e i r spot to touch though…

You were being so unfair right now!

So SO ş̵̨̼̠͓̑͂o̶͎͑̇ unfair, teasing them like this when they couldn’t do anything about it- because it’d be wrong to touch you, please we need to stop moving, she’s sleeping!

‘Then let’s wake her up, it’s been hours! Pretty thing will be sober by now, I swear. Just. Show her she’s-’

“Love you both, for so long…”

Sun wasn’t sure if he was the one in control of his body right now, or if Moon had slipped forward more- but the way his frame tried to surge towards was concerning, especially considering that he was starting to see the sense in waking you up.

You couldn’t be comfortable in this state, right? If he woke you up and they helped you, you’d feel better! He was sure that’d be okay, they could make you feel so good.

Because you’d feel so good wrapped tightly around them, their cock pushing so far into you that you’d never forget how they felt buried so so so deep inside you-

“-Wanna be fucked so full of you both, fill me up everywhere. Want to feel you dripping from me-.”

-Giving you everything they had-

“-please pleaseplease, never let me go, never!”

-J u s t l i k e y o u w a n t e d

It was a fight now, a fight to see who got to you first as their body dropped to the ground- twitching and thrashing and clawing at anything within reach- the only thing on their mind was your request as they both snapped and snarled at each other in desperation. They could feel their body glitching out, trying to decide who was in control of what piece- and from the vibrations echoing through their chest, they weren’t being quiet with their argument either.

That didn’t matter though.

The only thing that did matter was getting over to you and f i l l i n g you up like you wanted.

They’d keep you so full, they could do that, you didn’t need to ever ask anyone else for this- You were their pretty little Sunlight and they’d take such good care of you.

They could just see it now, both drooling and panting for the image that filled their mind. Of you spread out and whining for them, your legs held open in their large hands as they watched their efforts drip out of you.

That wouldn’t do through, you wanted to be full of them! So, they’d have to let go of one of your legs and use their free hand to stuff it back inside- it’s what you wanted right?! They could absolutely do that for you.

To you.

Over and Over and Over again.

To cum inside you so much, so often there’d be no way you wouldn’t-

“Please, please fill me up, wanna make you both daddies-”

The two of them froze together then, no thoughts of their own entering their mind as they listened to your words, taking in and trying to process everything until they just-

“You’d be so good! So perfect! Please, pleasepleaseplease just let me cum-”

-Snapped.

Sun won the fight while Moon filled their mind with y o u, his body too overheated to do anything but bite down on his finger again and lean back against the wall.

He was too far away from you, he needed you r i g h t h e r e, but his legs wouldn’t work right now, they couldn’t decide who was in control- so neither were.

Moon was too busy shoving thought after thought at Sun to fight for control right now, but Sun wasn’t must better- both with their own wants and fantasies and ideas but-

You, round and plump, carrying their child.

Their child.

You wanted to make them a daddy.

You wanted to give them your everything, tie yourself to them for ever and ever and ever. And it would be perfect, because they knew you’d make such a good mommy, and they’d take such good care of you-

Why stop at one though? Why not just keep you like that? All Round and so so so perfect, and waddling around and needing their help with things because you couldn’t manage it on your own while like this.

They could get that little house they dreamed of having with you, somewhere far far far away from the Pizzaplex and the dangers that lurked there, somewhere they could keep you all safe and sound and pregnant.

Over and over and over again- and it’d be for their eyes only, because who could resist you in such a state?! Someone would absolutely try and steal you away…they already had tried, and you weren’t even all round and sweetly knocked up yet!

“Ơ̸̖̗̘̪̙̟̈̚̚ ̴͙̈́U̴̧͖̳͓͉͆ͅ ̴̡̯̯̪̘̟̃̽̄̎̈́̚R̴̻͔̀̄̄̈̕͘ ̴͕̍̌̎̀S̷̰͛̓̇̽̂” The word slipped from his mouth before he could even register the thought forming. It sounded so unlike him, but with Moon lurking so close to the surface, it wasn’t surprising that they’d merge a little.

His cock was weeping in his pants and he had half a mind to pull himself free and make their dreams a reality, but he just chewed on his hand once more to restrain himself, drool leaking heavily from his mouth as he just kept imagining you in such a state.

You were already perfect; they hadn’t thought they could ever love you more than they already did…

But you pregnant with t h e i r child?

You’d ruin them, and they’d happily let you.

‘Look!’

Sun snapped to attention at Moons strangled cry, his eyes taking in the way you frantically ground yourself against his pillow, you back arching sharply as you let out a cry that would haunt his mind for years to come- The two of them watching you climax to sweet dreams of them making you a mother, and they were so fixated on the sight that they briefly forgot you weren’t awake before.

But you were now, groggily pulling yourself up as you looked around the room, Sun feeling oh so very ashamed of himself as he bit down on his fingers harder- scratching and marking it as he tried to position himself in a way that would hide how hard he was, how bad he’d been- how he’d almost-

They’d almost-

“Sunny?”

He almost couldn’t stop himself as you called for him, his body lunging towards you with a want that shook him to his care- it was so wrong! They’d taken advantage of you, used your sleeping form to think such perverted things and he just couldn’t s t o p though.

‘P r e t t y thing’s awake! S u n, p l e a s e!’

He knew what Moon wanted, because they were made from the same code- two sides of the same coin. It didn’t mean he had to give in to Moons almost sobbing tone though, as his other half bombarded him with exactly how desperately he wanted to make you a mother. He’d never heard his counterpart so upset, so longing before.

But oh, he wanted it just as badly.

To f̷̨̰̯͊̚ů̴͚̭̒̎ç̶̘͍͛̆k̷̖̫̦̕ you until you couldn’t walk- until you were so full of their seed that it couldn’t not take.

“Sunny are you okay, what’s wrong?!”

The sound that left his mouth echoed throughout the room, and he swore if he could, he’d be crying right now. Because-

“You…You want to make us a d̷͇̱͙͍̯͑̀͛̎ǎ̴̞̝̿̎͘d̴̦̫̋̎ͅď̵̩̼̬̦̈́̑̆ý̶͚̺̬͗̒?”

That’s all he’s ever wanted, since the first moment you’d smiled up at them.

To be Husband(s) and wife.

To have a family with you.

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rnelodyy · 3 years

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c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!dream #c!tommy #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #i had a COMPLETELY different point that i wanted to make but then i thought about it and went w a i t #uhhh if you wanna hear my original point lemme know i guess #anyway c!dream is such an interesting character! i hate him!#little green bastard man #c!dream critical

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Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

warnings: swearing, mostly super freaking fluffy but some oopsies at the end (which is the barely-there angst that i mentioned before!!), pet names?? if that bothers you??? (like...... one or both of them might use baby.........) word count: 5.3k (not including pictures)

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A/N: HEHEH SORRY ITS SO LONG SORRY hope you guys like it!!!! hope it lives up to your standards of minecraft dates lol also thank you guys all for all your suggestions!!! i loved all of them so much!!!! i would have added every idea except this was already 5k words so its much less “flirting” and more so “oh gosh im so nervous what am i supposed to do” from both of them so hehe i think thats more endearing anyway

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The familiar sound of a FaceTime call connecting rang in Y/n's ears and she held her phone up to her face. "Hi, Karl," she sighed.

"Y/N!!" he said with a cackle. "ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DATE?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

"I already gave you the tour though so really you could back out. You're choosing to stay." His voice was teasing and giddy. "Why's that, hmm?"

Heat rose instantly to Y/n's face. "Because I'm a woman of my word?"

"OkaAaAyy," he sang. "Or because you liiiiikeee himmm."

"Shhhut up, Karl. No, I don't."

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

Y/n disconnected the call and set her phone down with a small laugh and a shake of her head.

With her stream started and her chat greeted, the donation limit raised to $100 (both because she didn't want to be flooded with questions on the date and because she didn't want people to donate their hard-earned money), Y/n logged onto Dream's SMP and found the voice call Dream was in, George's name right under his.

After she clicked it to join, a small gasp emitted from her headphones before she heard Dream mutter something. "Get out, get out, leave."

George's voice was normal. "But I wanna—"

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled, making Y/n giggle.

"Fine!" George yelled back. "Have fun you two," he sang like Karl did before a sound from Discord told them that he left.

It was silent for a second before, "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some last minute, uh, setting up."

She hummed, amused at the sound of his frantic voice.

"So, um... are you ready for our date?"

"I don't even know where you are. I'm still in my house."

"Knock, knock," he said with a laugh. Y/n turned to see green peeking through the cutouts on her oak door and she laughed.

She ran to the door and opened it for him, revealing Dream in a slightly altered version of his Minecraft skin. He looked the same, except the white blob appeared to be wearing a necktie of some sort. "You look ridiculous," she admitted with a smile. "Wait, is this a fancy date? Should I change my skin?"

"It's not fancy, I just wanted to look my best for the prettiest girl in the world."

"Ohmygosh," she muttered to herself, hoping that writing off his charming words and actions as annoying would make her face not heat up as much. So far, it hadn't worked. Two minutes in and she was already blushing like a schoolgirl whose crush asked her to play tag at recess. "So, I'm not underdressed?"

"No, you're always perfect."

She didn't comment, opting for an eye-roll instead. Truthfully, she wanted to flirt back with him, try to make his heart beat fast like hers already was, but she was worried her words wouldn't come off joking and that the true intention would be obvious, that he'd be able to breeze right past the jovial tone and hear the sincerity in her words. Wait, true intention? What was her true intention? Her true intention should obviously be to just joke around and have some fun, but deep down she knew the motivation for teasing him came from somewhere different, somewhere more meaningful.

She wanted to tease him because she wanted to be the one to make him blush, to make him trip over his words and not know what to do with his hands.

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

"If you're ready, follow me, ma'am."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she followed his character down prime path.

"Hmmm..." he mused. "A secret, obviously."

"Obviously," she scoffed. She noticed that he was several blocks ahead of her and she smiled to herself. "Hey, Dream?"

"Hm?" he asked, spinning to face her as he ran backward.

"I don't know how many dates you've been on, but usually people walk together. You know, gives them an excuse to maybe hold hands or at least enjoy each other's company?" She made sure her voice had just the right balance of teasing and seriousness, curious as to how he would respond.

"I, uh... oh."

"Unless you want me to just meet you there. I mean, you're practically running away from me."

"I'm just excited!" he excused, stopping briefly so she could catch up with him.

"But look at how many beautiful things there around us to look at while we get to where we're going!" she told him. "Well, maybe not that," she said with a laugh as she punched her fist towards Tommy's dirt house. "But other things."

Dream laughed and continued to walk next to her like she requested, pausing if he ever got too far ahead. "How can I look at all those when the most beautiful thing is walking right next to me?"

She's never rolled her eyes so hard in her life. "Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him.

"OW! BUG!"

"That was supposed to be a pat on the arm but Minecraft only has one level of hitting and it's a punch. Sorry."

Dream wheezed briefly before containing his laughter. "This way," he instructed, getting off the path and starting into the woods.

"Oh, really you're trying to kill me. That's why you didn't want me to wear anything nice. Didn't want me to ruin any of my fancy stuff."

"Foiled my plans," he joked lightly. "Okay but really, um, I was thinking—well, so you already have a house but I was thinking we could build one together. Or build something, I don't know. But you're really good at building and I know you really enjoy it so I thought maybe you could show—like, teach me and then later I'll teach you something and then we can have a little picnic dinner."

Y/n smiled at her nervousness. "Hey, that actually sounds really fun!"

"What? What do you mean actually?" He laughed. "What, did you expect me to plan something boring?"

She laughed over his dramatic pouting. "No, but I mean, I didn't know what to expect," she said shyly. "I do have to say, though, I'm not sure what you plan on teaching me. I'm pretty much a master at all possible Minecraft skills, so..."

"Oh, really?" he taunted. "Everything?"

"Mhm," she hummed, her confidence wavering at his smooth voice.

"We'll see about that..."

"Unless you mean you're gonna teach me how to code Minecraft. That's a Minecraft skill I will admit I know nothing about."

"No, no, nothing like that," he said with a laugh.

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

"Oh my gosh," she said through a laugh. "You would think that's what I meant."

"Hey, you're the one that said you think it's cute when I talk about coding. Maybe you're into that."

"I was saying it's sweet hearing you talk about stuff you like, you nerd. Why did you immediately think—what, is your idea of dirty talk talking about... like... computer viruses?"

"WhAT?"

"Hey girl, lemme clean out your motherboard," she mocked in a deep voice. "You overclock my processor. Lemme program your, uh—uh...hAHA, nevermind, ew, no."

"BUG?! WHAAAT? What is wrong with you?" His gasps for breath between wheezes made her laugh with him. "Don't ever talk like that again, pleASE."

"I won't, I won't, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh."

"Is that your idea of flirting? You are bad!"

"No, no, no!" She laughed. "I was making fun of you. No, I'm actually really good."

She couldn't stop giggling to herself for a few minutes, embarrassed but also proud of the reaction she got from Dream. She loved hearing him laugh as if he would never stop, it made her heart so happy to hear, especially when she was the one who caused it.

Though she feared her horrible pickup lines, if you could even call them that, were already clipped, ready to be used against her for the rest of her life. Worth it. Probably.

They approached a cleared-out area in the woods and Dream stopped and turned to Y/n. "So, we're here. What should we build?"

"Oh, so now I have to plan? Wow, you are so underprepared," she joked.

"What, no! I originally... I wanted to build a, like, a house together because I didn't— I forgot you made your—your house already and—but since you already have one—"

"We can still build a house," she interrupted with a soft voice. Him fumbling over his words was very endearing but also very confusing. How serious was he taking this bit? Or was he... actually nervous? She was actually nervous but she had reasons to be: a huge live audience to entertain and not ignore, and the weird staticky, itchy feeling in her tummy every time Dream spoke to her. Both valid reasons to be nervous. What was his excuse?

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

Heat rose to her cheeks at his wording and she hummed. "Mhm. You can be my secret lover I hide in my vacation home. Like a second life kinda deal."

He scoffed. "Oh, now I'm just your side piece, Bug?"

"Nah, you're my main bitch, baby. I just wanna hide you away to keep you for myself because I'm selfish."

There was silence on his end for a few moments, making Y/n's face practically catch fire as she thought about her words. Why did she say that?? How can he flirt all the time but as soon as she says something: dead silence.

"Well.... shhhhhit," he finally mumbled definitively.

"You wanted me to flirt with you, Dream. You literally asked me too!" She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment. It had been less than 20 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.

"I did, I did, I just—wow. Come on, that was... I didn't expect you to go from never flirting to calling me baby!"

"Too much?" she bit her lip as she waited for him to explain if it was a good or bad thing.

He paused again. "....no."

She laughed loudly, pulling her hoodie collar up to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the giddiness and heat on her face. Like anyone could see anyway.

"So, a house?"

"A house."

"What kind of house do you think we should build together, Dream?"

"Maybe...." he thought as he ran around the area. "Maybe, like, a log cabin? Since we're in a forest. It's fitting..."

"Very true, very true..." she thought. "I was thinking a castle was more suited for you, king, but a cabin works too."

"Bug!" he yelled, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

"You're a handful today," he groaned under his breath and she smiled. Though his words said one thing, Y/n could tell he was enjoying her energy.

"So, a dinky, old cabin, or what?"

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

"Well, I honestly don't have much practice with building cabins and since I want to show off my skills, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? For me to impress you with my skills?"

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

"Mhm. What do you think? I make a pretty bomb treehouse."

"That sounds awesome!" he agreed. "Oh, and it could go from, like, one tree to another and, like, connect with a bridge! Like, the living room on one and the bedroom on another."

"Yeah, exactly! Okay, it's settled."

"What do we need? What do you want me to do?"

"I'm thinking.... we use cobblestone?"

Dead silent. Literally no noise until a few moments later, ".......Bug. This might be a deal-breaker."

"I'm joooking! You think I'd build something out of cobblestone? Who am I, Tommy? No, what's your favorite wood?"

"Dark oak."

"GOOD. Me too. So.... we need dark oak. Or, wait! Okay, hear me out."

"I'm hearing..." Dream prompted as he pressed A and D on his keyboard back and forth, earning a giggle from Y/n. He character was bouncing left and right is excitement.

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

"No!" she laughed. "Not, like, lime wool. Green wool. It's close to you but not as... obnoxiously blinding."

"I trust your vision. I'll go get materials."

"Perfect, you're the best, Dweam."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before laughing. "You pick out a tree you think would be best for the main part."

40 minutes later, they were nowhere near being done. Y/n had shown him how to make a good house layout after he placed the floor in the shape of a square. She had yelled at him for it first, of course. They also had the frame of the walls and one bridge but nothing on the other side of said bridge. Not wanting the stream to last six hours since this was only the first part of the date, Y/n made a suggestion.

"What if...."

"What if what?" Dream asked, pausing to look at her character, who had stopped fixing his mistakes. "Did I mess something up?"

"No, I was just thinking. What if we make this the whole house and do a little garden on the other side of the bridge? Or like a little cute thing."

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

"You know, like a thing," she said, knowing she hadn't clarified anything. "I forgot this is only date one, you can't read my mind yet."

"Oh, so there are gonna be future dates? I thought this was just to pay off your debt?"

She paused, playing with her hoodie strings between her left hand. "Well, I guess we'll see."

Dream laughed. "So, what little cute thing did you want to make?"

"We could put a bench facing the sunset and have some potted flowers and hang lanterns and stuff."

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that."

"Sounds cute," he said. "So, we have to change the layout in here then?"

"Nah, I mean, we can just not add a kitchen, we obviously don't need one anyway."

"True. Then all we need is to put our bed down, right?"

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

"Well, when they're together it looks like one big bed."

"Who said we're putting out beds together?"

"Buuuuggg..." he whined. "Come on... lemme put my bed next to yours."

She giggled again. What was with all the giggling, sheesh. "No. There's plenty of space, put it somewhere else." She placed her white bed down in the corner and went across the bridge to bring her idea to life, or, to Minecraft.

It only took about ten minutes and she finished when Dream spoke again. "I think I'm done."

"I am too! Let's take one final look around." She went back inside and immediately noticed his bed right next to hers. She stared at his character and he laughed.

"Whaaat?" he asked shyly and she just sighed, letting it happen. They took a look around and agreed that it was basically the best treehouse in the entire universe, both in Minecraft and real life.

"Bug, you're so good at building," Dream complimented as he ran around the house. "What's your favorite part?"

"Ummm...." She looked around before deciding on the bridge. "I like how you made the bridge. And I like the little touches you added to it. It's nice."

"Thanks! I think the 'little cute thing' you did is the best part."

"Shut up, I can't stand you," she scoffed. "But thanks."

"Hey, Bug?" Dream asked, leading her back into the house. He faced the two beds placed together and she prepared herself for the worst joke of all time. "Is this where all the programming talk happens?"

"I knew it! I knew you were gonna say that! Shut up!" She punched Dream as he laughed loudly and she couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a nerd. You're so annoying."

"OH! I have an idea, wait here."

***

It had been a solid eight and a half minutes of Y/n waiting for Dream and he showed no signs of returning. He was silent too, so she resorted to saying random things to get him to crack.

"When will my husband return from war?" she joked, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

There was a small suppressed laugh from his mic, but still no words.

"Sometimes I think I can still hear him laughing at me."

He must have gotten reeeaaalll close to his mic, because his next words, the first ones he had spoken in almost ten minutes, were whispered but she felt like he was in her ear. "I'll be home soon, baby."

Once again, she was so glad her chat couldn't see her because she literally shivered and her face was so warm she felt like she was glowing.

For the first time all stream, her eyes betrayed her and she looked at her chat as she pulled her hoodie collar up to her face.

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

user7: BUGSY ON GOD BE REAL WITH US WTF IS GOING ON RN

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

user9: they can't talk to each other like that and say they're just friends pleASE

Also for the first time all stream, someone dared to donate at her limit (which, again, was ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS).

karakatara donated $100 I had to donate bc I just HAD to tell you how cute you and dream are! honestly my favorite couple ever and I was just wondering how long you've been dating??? love you and your videos!!!!!

It was $100. She had to answer it. Meaning, she had to use words after Dream said that like that and she wasn't sure that was physically possible right now.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Dream taunted.

"Wha—what, are you—you stream watching, you weirdo?" she forced out. "Why?"

"I wanted to read your chat, they're really funny."

"I haven't been reading it."

"What, why? They've been so funny this whole time."

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

Of the jokes that she wanted to be real? Of seeing something so cute only to break her heart when she remembers it's all a joke? Of seeing someone hate her for being so close to Dream? Many things.

"Of seeing something... that boosts your ego."

"What? Oh, come on. Hey, answer the dono. Someone gave you their hard earned money for that."

"Yeah, wait, chat, I had the limit that high so you DON'T donate! Why on earth would you—"

"You're avoiding the question."

"We aren't actually dating! Not actually a couple!" she said with a laugh, though something in her heart was very much against laughing at that fact. "Obviously not."

"Well, it's only the first date, so, we'll see I guess, but..."

"I cannot stand you. Thank you so much for the dono, though, Karakatara. You're insane for... yeah. Thank you so much." She turned her attention back to Dream. "Actually though are you ever coming back?"

"Yeah, what, I'm almost there. I see the you staring out the window. ."

When he got inside, he dropped a blue cornflower for Y/n and stepped back. "Okay, now, give that to me."

She followed, not understanding. "For you, Dream." She dropped the flower.

"Aw, Bug! That's so kind! Aw! Thank you! Here's a flower for you, too!" He dropped her a red poppy and then put two item frames on the wall above their beds. He put the blue cornflower above his bed and she followed by putting the red one above hers. "Now that's my favorite part of the house."

"You didn't want to use the real ones? What, did you lose my flower or something?"

"Hell no!" he defended loudly. "No, I just don't want someone to steal that one. It's in my enderchest for safe-keeping."

He said it so casually like it was no big deal, but her heart soared. She too had his flower in her enderchest.

"This," she said dramatically with a sigh, "is now a treehome."

***

"I already told you I'm the best PVP player out there."

"Bug, honey, I've seen you play Bedwars. You're trash."

"Hey!" Hehe, honey. Shut up brain.

"But that's okay! I'm here to teach you."

Y/n's character stood across a makeshift battlefield from Dream's, an axe in hand and armor that was definitely donated by DreamXD on her body. "This is kinda sexist of you. Assuming I know how to name a cute house but not fight."

"Oh no, that's not—crap. Bug, I'm only basing this off of your streams, which I watch all the time—"

Once again, he said something so casual and yet it still made her heart skip three beats and once again, she grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled it up to hide her face. This thing had to be stretched by now from how often it was yanked on in this stream alone.

"—and don't get me wrong, you're great! But you're also good at a lot of stuff and—"

"Dream!" she giggled out. "I'm teasing. I admit you're much better than me."

"I wouldn't say much better but... it's the only thing I could possibly teach you anything about because you're just so good at Minecraft." His tone was sarcastic at this point but she knew he was meaning what he said.

"Whatever. Come on, Dream, show me how it's done."

He actually had a lot of very useful tips that Y/n otherwise would have never thought about. I guess when you tryhard Minecraft, she thought, you learn a thing or two about pvp. It was a complete joke, but she still kept it to herself.

"I could basically beat anyone now," she said confidently.

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

"Let's see how good you really are. To the death."

"What?" She laughed. "You're gonna try to kill me on our date?"

"Yeah, scared?" Seconds later, a creeper exploded near Dream and he screeched, jumping back. Y/n lost it. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Dr-Dream!" She laughed. "What the hell was that?"

"It scared me!" he argued. "Here, I'll protect you," he offered, running past her and killing a skeleton that was shooting towards her.

"I don't need protecting, especially from you! Besides, if you're trying to kill me, you'd let the mobs get me."

"No," he decided. "No one's allowed to kill my Bug."

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

"Dream!" she scoffed, running to kill the skeleton first. She succeeded and he pouted.

"Hey—I did more damage than you, you just had the final hit."

"Really? Cause to me it looks like I'm your knight in shining armor."

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

"Dream. F5 right now, you're covered in arrows."

There was a pause. "Oh whatever." He hit her once and that's all it took for them to start fighting, throwing jokes and taunts at each other the whole time, eventually resulting in a satisfying win for her.

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

<Tubbo> i thogt you were on a date <Ranboo> well definitley not anymore <Ranboo> is that canon <JackManifoldTV> WOMEN

"What was that about you being better than me?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, come ON! I still had damage from the skeleton, and besides, I taught you everything you know!"

"That just makes you a very good teacher, Dream," she said sincerely and he paused, probably expecting her to insult him instead of compliment him.

"Yeah, suck up now that you've murdered me."

***

They were finally at their final stop, three hours into the stream. Not too bad on time, though this was probably the longest Minecraft date in the history of Minecraft dates. Also the best, but maybe Y/n was biased.

There was a huge tree, obviously built instead of naturally generated, with lanterns hanging down and lighting areas of the dark world around them. Under that was a checkered pattern of carpet, a single chest in the center with a potted plant sitting next to it.

"The carpet is supposed to look like a, uh, what's it called... picnic blanket?" Dream explained as they approached the scene, clearly not happy with how it turned out. "It looks weird. Nothing compared to the treehouse you built."

"We built," she corrected. "And this looks awesome, Dream," Y/n complimented. "It's is also my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I had some help from Karl on that one."

She leaned back in her chair in real life and pressed her hands to her face. Oh, it was so unfair how cute he was when he was shy like this. She glanced at chat, which only made her face go from the temperature of molten lava to basically the sun. She was going to explode.

She hummed, a little giggle coming out as well. "That's cute."

She sat (crouched) on the picnic blanket (piece of carpet) while Dream put a disc in the jukebox off to the side.

"Is that a Tommy disc?" she giggled and Dream laughed.

"No, no, no, don't worry. There shouldn't be any continuations of wars interrupting our date."

"Shouldn't be," she emphasized, noticing someone approaching them from the distance.

Dream was about to speak when Quackity reached them and quickly joined the voice channel.

"Oh no," Dream sighed. "We've come so far."

"AYYEEE WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?!" Quackity yelled in his Mexican Dream voice, his voice bubbling with laughter. "IS THIS A DATE OR SOMETHING, MAN?"

"Quackity, go AWAY!" Dream ordered, punching the character who had stripped to his underwear. "YOU'RE INDECENT! THERE IS A LADY HERE!"

Y/n laughed, enjoying the scene of fancy Dream hitting naked Quackity away from their picnic dinner.

"I'm your waiter, I'm your waiter!" Quackity said in his normal voice, still laughing. "DREAM! WILL YOU STO— QUIT HITTING ME!"

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

"We don't need a waiter," Dream informed him.

"Then I'm the singing gram you ordered." He started singing a song and Dream groaned. "HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY—"

"No! You're being a clout chaser, go away!"

"I'm honestly impressed we made it this far without anyone coming into the voice channel," Y/n admitted.

"I paid them," Dream joked.

"You did not!" Karl's voice suddenly came through and Y/n laughed. "We were all just being polite and staying away but we're getting bored! We've been so patient!"

"Yeah, hurry up! We wanna play!!!" Sapnap whined. "Dream, it's not fair for you to steal Bugsy from us for so long."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as Dream laughed along.

"Just ten minutes! Ten more minutes!" Dream bargained but none of them would have it. "Just so I can say goodbye!"

"No!" George insisted. "Right now!"

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

"—hold ON!" Dream begged, watching as the three boys ran and joined Quackity by the picnic blanket.

Y/n could not stop laughing at all the avatars around them. The date had been so peaceful and cute but all good things must come to a chaotic end.

"Wait, come on, Karl, Karl, Karl," Dream said quickly. "Come here. Bug, just a sec, please. Stay right there."

"Okay," she agreed, curious to see his plan.

Karl followed him and of course Sapnap couldn't help but also join them.

"Okay," Dream whispered loudly, clearly wanting everyone to hear his offer. He crouched and the other two copied. "Just give me ten minutes—"

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

"Shhh!!! Yes, ten minutes, to say goodbye and, you know, end the date."

There was a long, thick pause. "What exactly are your intentions with Bugsy Games," Karl asked seriously, matching Dream's whisper.

"Well, I wanna make sure she gets home safe, you know, so I'm gonna drop her off and, I don't know, see if maybe.... maybe she'll give me a hug?"

Karl and Sapnap both gasped dramatically and Y/n giggled, sparing a glance at her chat who were all freaking out.

"What the hell?" Quackity said while laughing. He and George were still standing near Y/n so they were just watching the goons with her.

"Bugsy is not that kind of girl!" Sapnap protested. "You think she's just gonna give you a hug?"

"Sapnap! Do you not know how to whisper???"

George let a loud laugh slip before slapping his hand over his mouth, which his mic picked up.

"Okay, Dream, wait, so you're gonna try to... hug her?" Karl clarified. "She won't even let me hug her. Good luck."

"Well, I'm not going to force her into anything but, I don't know, she said something about holding my hand earlier so I just thought maybe there's a possibility—"

"WHAT?" Karl yelled before going back to the whisper. "Okay, okay, don't panic, but that's huge. Dadnap, a word?"

He and Sapnap broke off from Dream and formed their own huddle, except their whispers were incoherent mumblings that weren't even English.

"Oh my gosh," Y/n groaned loudly, an unmistakable laugh behind her words.

"Okay," Sapnap said, rejoining Dream. "We'll give you five minutes but if you take any longer, we're barging in and killing you."

"Yes, sir!" Dream said. "Thank you, sirs."

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

They all uncrouched in sync before Dream ran back to Y/n.

"How did it go?" she asked as if she didn't hear the entire conversation.

"Bad news," he started. "Your dad's want you home."

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

Dream slowly turned towards the boys as if to glare at them for ending the date before turning back to her. "Then, maybe, I don't know, we could do this again sometime?"

"I.... think I'd like that," she said slowly, trying to tease him.

He giggled and told her he was going to drop her off at her house, even though when the date was over, they were all probably gonna mess around together anyway so there was no point in them leaving the group. But it was the thought that counted.

He ended up taking her back to the treehouse, which warmed her heart. She also noticed when they faced each other at front of the door, she could see the four other boys watching them.

"Goodnight, my sweet Bug," he said poshly.

"Goodnight, Dream." He turned away but she stopped him. "Wait!" She moved to his side and made a loud, MUAH, sound before stepping back in front of him. "A kiss on the cheek," she clarified, not wanting him to think she gave him a real kiss.

"Cute," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Night night." He turned away and ran down to the others, screaming the whole way. "GUYS, DID YOU SEE THAT? BUG GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!! OMG DID YOU SEE, DID YOU SEE?"

Chat was gonna have a field day with that. Actually, with a lot of things that had happened. Oh, she could see the clips and edits now.... oh boy.

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its-kall-the-clown · 3 years

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finally getting around to writing something for this!!! sorry for the delay Pixel Anon!! it was just a cute idea I wanted to write something quick for it. it's not very good and ends awkwardly but I hope you like it!

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Rating: G

"You sure you won't freak out?"

The Monkie kid and His best friend sunk further back into the river demons sofa both letting out a chorus of groans.

"Yes!" Mei runs her hands down her face slowly and dramatically "we have been saying that for the last five minutes bro."

"Okay. you're right" Sandy turns to head down the hallways of the living quarters of his ship, except he pauses again and turns on his heel.

"Are you suuuure?

MK and Mei groan loudly, throwing their hands up in the air.

"Big guy. If you don't show us what you are so worried about in the next ten seconds I might fall asleep." MK complained and tossed a pillow at the blue chest of the demon where it bounces off comically.

"Okay, you're right."

Sandy finally left down the hallway to where it was known where his room was located, the two teens wait with bated breath before the gentle padding of feet alerts them of Sandy's return.

"Come on out. It's okay." Sandy whispers gently just out of view of MK and Mei crane their heads trying to see what he's talking to. Another cat?

Instead of a cat Sandy comes around with his hand hanging low enough for a small toddler to hold it.

MK let out a gasp and it startled the toddler hiding behind Sandy.

"Is that…"

"Huntsman?!"

The small boy is no doubt one of the spider queen's right-hand man, or right-hand demon. The features, although much younger, were unmistakably the same spider demon.

He had the same purple hair, although shorter was pulled back into a small ponytail, he wore a black toddler-sized t-shirt and black jogger pants that were scented with green athletic stripes down the side.

He looked like a normal toddler, with small hands and oversized blinking eyes that peeked shyly from behind Sandy's leg.

"What happened? " MK breathes out his eyes flitting over the smaller frame of the once-mighty spider demon.

Sany rubs the back of his neck “A spell as far as I can tell.” He reaches down gently to pick up the bitty huntsman who goes easily into the larger demons' arm who holds them on his hip like they weigh nothing.

“And why is he here of all places?” Mei asked rubbing her chin suspiciously which makes the toddler duck their head into Sandy’s chest.

Sandy rubs their back gently as if trying to keep them calm under the glare of the dragon girl. “I found him wandering the streets when I went out for cat food. Poor thing was just as confused as I was.” Sany chuckles lightly setting the spider demon back down onto the floor who is greeted by a few cats that eagerly clamor for the boy.

They surrounded the child as if they were excited that they are set back on their level, all rubbing up against the biy and begging for attention. This was extremely weird because MK always pictured the demon to NOT be a cat person or an animal person in general.

And yet here the demon was, petting the cats while cooing “kitties!” and scratching them behind the ears gently while a wide smile spread across the demon's face. Honestly, it was such a 180 from how MK knew the demon.

Huntsman was normally a vicious, deadly hunter, he fought against the Monkie kid and gang on several occasions by the spider queen's side. MK had the displeasure of facing off against him when he was trying to save the city from being crushed by the giant dumpling with Tang.

And yet here they were. Chubby arms and big eyes as they gently pet the soft ears of a tabby cat with the tenderness of someone who gently enjoyed the company of small furry creatures and probably could be knocked on their butt by the force of one rubbing against his leg.

“He seems to have regressed his memory as well as his age.” Sandy explains kneeling to the floor, joining the toddler in petting a few therapy cats. “So he is no threat, but he's lost and confused, the spell is weak, I can sense the magic waning. Its likely it will fade in a day or two and he will be back to normal” Sandy looks up at both Mei and MK with pleading eyes.

Now the two understand why he was so nervous, Sandy had intentions of keeping Huntsman in his care until the spell wore off. He was in a way, asking for permission from them to keep the bitsy spider demon under his care until the spell was gone.

unfortunately...MK was weak. He was weak for the big puppy dog eyes from his favorite water demon and to top it all off bitty huntsman was looking at him with big waiting eyes, either Sandy taught him that, or being a small child just made you naturally more adorable.

In a way, MK was deeply worried this was some sort of elaborate trap weaved together by the spider queen to try and take over the city again.

But at the same time when he looked at the small spider demon that was a complete personality change who was completely helpless and at the mercy of their ‘enemy’ well...MK wasn’t heartless.

“Okay….so you are looking after him?” MK asked with a small smile that makes Sandy’s shoulders relax

“Yeah. if that is okay?” Sandy Asks again this time directly. MK nods and sticks his hands into the pockets of his jacket with a firm nod. He trusted Sandy, and more importantly, he trusted their judgment.

Plus if the shoe was on the other foot and MK was the one with an age regression curse he hoped someone would be there to look after him. Underneath Sandy’s bushy beard he can see a small smile returned.

Huntsman tugs at Sandy’s side, the water demon leans down automatically and the boy shyly whispers something into his ear. The blue gentle giant nods gently before rising back up to address the two teenagers.

“He wants to know if you want to see his room.”

MK and Mei look at each other a little hesitantly and the dragon girl shrugs.

"Sure. Why not." She also shoves her hands into her jacket pocket mirroring MK. It seemed to be the right thing to say because bitty Huntsman bounds forward grabbing either of their hand into his.

“I'll make some snacks” Sandy promises with a little wink allowing the two teens to be tugged along while sandy no doubt finds a kettle to make some tea in.

MK makes a mental note about how soft their hands were like there were tiny hairs across their whole hand and arms.

MK also made a mental note to NOT think about how he was holding a spider's hand because omg so gross ahhh so scary.

Once he suppressed his phobia long enough both he and Mei were tugged down the hallway of Sandy's living space to what WAS known as the guest room but seemed to be outfitted for the temporary guest.

A small step stool was placed by the guest bed so Huntsman could actually get into it with his small stature. A mental image that was absolutely hilarious to think about.

There were also a few stuffed animals and a cat bed that was sitting in the corner with a sleeping MO. Clearly, the cat was put on babysitting duty when Sandy was busy.

Huntsman pulls them over to a small circular carpet where he sits down and hands each of them a stuffed animal, silently requesting they play with him.

It was like having a younger brother, or maybe a shy cousin that thought you were cool but was too reserved to actually speak to them.

Mei was handed a dragon plushie, and MK was given a monkey. Mei snorted, holding up the plush shaking it lightly.

"At least he knows what suits us best." She teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows and MK can't help but throw his head back and laugh.

Huntsman's cheeks puff out clearly upset they hadn't begun playing with him yet. It was quite adorable actually. Sure Huntsman was their enemy technically, but for now, it was okay to look after the smaller younger version of the spider demon.

Sandy joins them later, bringing tea and cookies for the three, making this a weird house game they were playing so much more surreal. MK tries not to dwell on it too much when Huntsman crawls into his lap to enjoy his cookies.

Yeah...best not to think about it too hard.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #bitty Huntsman #bitty AU #Sandy #MK #Mei #Huntsman #look at me go!#writing garbage again XDD #pixel anon #this one for you!#love the idea!!!#wrtting prompts

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slime-ships · 2 years

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Could you do something with Mochi struggling to confess her feelings to Bea?

sure can! <3

-mochis not used to being vulnerable. she pushes away her feelings in favor of tangible achievements, like her family's empire or her wealth. but beas not impressed with her status or money or tech (although they are pretty cool) beas interested in mochi for her. and this flusters her!! a lot!!!

-she assumes that romantic sweet-talking or a confession will be easy. after all, the typical romantic type in books is someone confident and strong, like mochi! but every time mochi tries vocalizing her feelings to bea, its nothing like in the books. she stutters and stumbles, and dare i say stammers.

-mochi takes a few different approaches. she tries the typical approach, maybe showing up to the ranch with roses or something like that, only to chicken out last minute upon seeing bea. she calls bea over the rancher exchange system and tries to do a subtle, chill flirt, only to again melt over beas confused- yet probably thoroughly entertained at this point- reaction

-mochi doesnt give up often. but with this, shes just about ready to. bea brings out something in her that not much ever has! she wants a relationship with bea reaaally badly, but is just about ready to call it quits in pursuing it

-on the same day mochis made this decision, a certain someone stops by her raceway. its bea! beas very much gotten the message at this point, and feels the same way for mochi. the only difference being, of course, beas a lot more in tune with her emotions, and doesnt find it half as hard to express it.

-mochis taken aback, but tries immediately writing this off by explaining how she was already planning on asking bea out herself. bea gives her a "suuuure" and only then is mochi finally able to say how she feels

#request #imagines #romantic: mochi #mochi miles #beatrix lebeau #hope this is close to what u were hoping for!! ^^;;#sorry if the bullet points look silly #im trying to mimick what i see other imagine accounts doing rn #but thank you for the request! i promise ill stop flooding tags #promise...

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caithyra · 4 years

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I’m suuuure he’s shocked /s

GRRM: “Oh woes! I have created a perfect and supporting family for my main characters and I need conflict to make it interesting! What could possibly ruin a good family?”

GRRM: “Ah! A girly girl, of course!” *Creates Sansa.* “And a traitorous bitch at that who would chose to support and protect her child over her birth family who do not rely on her for protection! Surely all shall realize what a bad person she is! It’s not like her own mother would be condemned for abandoning a child that’s not even her own!” *Creates first outline.* “But wait! She shall be prepubescent at the start of the story...” *Starts creating the actual story.* “I shall introduce her through the resentful tomboy’s perspective! And I shall have grown men slobbering over this prepubescent girly girl because we all know that’s ~*historically accurate*~! Oh, people do not like her? I am shocked! Shocked!”

Like, it says a lot about a narrative that when the author wants to create conflict and shake up a healthy family dynamic in a supremely patriarchal world, that he introduces a prepubescent, feminine sister who is unfavored by her father compared to her tomboy sister (even Sansa’s betrothal is a sham even if it would have made her future queen-in-waiting. If everything went as Ned planned, her virtue would have been ruined on the Trident and after he breaks the betrothal with Joff by accusing him of being a bastard, Sansa’s play-acting at love and having been alone with Joff would have ruined her for good, future prospects and the best she would get is either a disinherited second son who no one else wants to marry or a jumped up house who wants some blue blood like the Freys, Baelishes or Westerlings-Spicers that no one important likes.

Arya, by being younger, and more like Lyanna, would have gotten the queenhood and crown prince by Robert’s second wife after Cersei is disposed of, since Robert really wants to marry his child to Ned’s children, so no one better tell me that Ned ever put Sansa ahead of Arya the same he puts Arya ahead of Sansa. He freaking hides behind his prepubescent daughter’s skirts while investigating what he believes are ruthless murderers who had no qualms killing the most powerful men in the realm in a hyper-patriarchy! And it is the other daughter he warns about dangers and gives lessons in fighting! Like what was Ned thinking would happen with Sansa? Did he even care? Did he think he could just sweep it under rugs and forget it? She will need to marry within recent memory of her scandalous conduct since she’ll be twenty in less than a decade! And marriageable age in Westeros is 16! And yet the fandom goes “Poor Ned to have that traitorous bitch for a daughter~” “She should have listened to Ned who never spoke to her and explained himself or the world wouldn’t be ending~” “I don’t hate Sansa but she was sooo stupid for not blindly obeying her loving father who punishes her for her sister’s sins and never explains himself~” is it any wonder my patience with Ned Stark’s parental fuck ups ran out? Congrats, fandom, you made me hate him by excusing his fuck ups and blaming them on his daughter all the time!).

GRRM tries to make it gray, but he knows full well what kind of audience he writes to when he writes the relationships between Cat and Jon, and Arya and Sansa and should have compensated.

Hell, he should have made Joff a good person, prince and promising future king that most girls would like to marry, only to show that’s not what Ned cares about (after all, unless Ned wants Sansa to be abused like half the fandom, he had no idea that Joff was bad when he betrothed them), he cares about birth and truth and “High As Honor” over practical things like “Winter is Coming and Staying for Ten Freezing Years and Does Not Care Who Sits On the Throne So Lets Not Start a Civil War with One of the Most Powerful Families in the Realm, hm?”.

I mean, no one likes Drizzt Do’Urden’s sisters/mother/the matriarchy as a whole, do they? The Dark Elf Trilogy predates ASoIaF by six years, and should have shown a competent writer exactly what the state of womanhood in the Fantasy genre was like. And if you’re going “well, the matriarchy is evil!” I would like to point out that people hate Cattie-brie who is not part of that matriarchy. Yeah. There’s a reason why Menzoberranzan could be written that way and published and become popular, and it was not that Fantasy readers love and support and makes the effort to identify with and understand female characters (nor does most authors, come to think of it... see female friendships in ASoIaF that are without any sexual, incest, or abusive~ Like Arianne and Tyene being as close as sisters in the Later Books Which Are Not Early Installment Weirdness... Oh wait...).

Heck, in the Belgariad, another series predating both of them, things were more subtle but hardly better for female characters; Polgara is a mother figure who gets to have a moment of being imperfect, but to anyone reading the story, it is clear that Garion is the true victim in the circumstances and conspiracies Polgara’s family has woven around him, and that his anger is the immediate reaction of finding out the truth (he just found out how/why he was orphaned and now has the world on his shoulders! And the characters bag on him for not being understanding of the 1000s of years old woman who lied to him and now is sulking. It is blatantly obvious to the readers that it is not the male character in the wrong). The less said about Ce´Nedra (half hyper-sexual dryad, spoiled princess who wants bigger breasts, et cetera) the better. Heck, the less said about the lovable oaf of the hero group committing marital rape on his estranged wife to cure her of being a bitch and turn her loving the better.

The Narnia books predates even that, and Sansa’s direct parallel is Susan, and, yeah... “A silly and vain young woman” with “Plenty of time to mend” sounds very familiar when you hear how people blame Sansa and wants to force her into abusive marriages with repulsive men to mend her.

Not to mention that in Lord of the Rings and related works women are either paragons of virtue, evil, unnamed or are chastised for being ambitious, with a few, notable exceptions allowed to make “wrong” choices, and, well, just see the Elwing discourse in fandom and how her murderers who kidnapped and kept her children (Elrond and Elros, yes, that Elrond for those not familiar with Tolkien’s Legendarium and only watched the movies) as hostages are their ~*real parents*~ after committing a third almost-genocide against her people.

Yeah, no. GRRM doesn’t get to pretend he’s shocked and/or confused by his readers’ reception to Sansa (and Cat). He does not live, read nor write in a vacuum. This shit has been part of Fantasy fandom since long before ASoIaF was an errant idea in his head.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years

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Caramel Macchiato

Fandom: Marvel (Coffee Shop AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Ever since you moved to Brooklyn, you’ve been looking for a great coffee shop where you can drink your coffee and work on your writing. Rogers and Barnes Coffee might be your savior.

This was probably the sixth coffee shop you’ve visited within the two weeks of you being settled in Brooklyn. It looked like all the rest, very quaint and homey on the outside, but did the inside give the same vibe?

You took a deep breath and pulled the door open, the warm smell of coffee hitting you as soon as you walked in.

“Welcome to R and B Coffee!” a tall handsome blonde called from behind the counter as he handed off change to a customer.

You looked around and nodded. The place was two stories. From what you could tell, the downstairs portion was the coffee shop and the upstairs portion was some sort of library, reading area? You could see bookshelves, so you figured that was it.

Fresh plants lined the window panes as well as sitting nooks. There were soft couches and chairs scattered around the place along with wooden chairs and small round tables. This just might be your place, but the final verdict would be made after you taste their coffee.

When you move up closer to the front, the blonde behind the counter switches with an equally handsome brunette. He has scruff on his face, shoulder length hair tied into a mini bun. You can see he has some pudginess too him by how the apron covering him hugs his stomach, showing the roundness of his belly. But he’s still incredibly handsome.

Eventually, it’s your turn to order. Your eyes meets striking blue ones and, for a moment, you’re frozen.

The brunette man smiles softly, “Hi, welcome to R and B Coffee. I’m Bucky. What can I get you today?”

You shyly smile back and order, “An iced caramel macchiato with almond milk and an extra shot, please.”

He nods, putting the order into the computer, “Alright, anything to eat or munch on?”

You shrugged, “Sure, what do you recommend?”

“My buns,” he says with a smirk and you nearly choke.

“W-What?”

He chuckles with a shake of my head, “My cinnamon buns, doll. Make ‘em myself. Not to brag, but people say it’s one of the best things they’ve ever tasted.”

You giggle at your foolishness and then agree to order a cinnamon bun. You pull out your wallet and Bucky shakes his head, “Newcomers always get their first order free.”

“Oh, hm. What if you don’t remember someone and you end up giving them a free order?”

He shrugs, “Then they get a free order, but I have an amazing memory. So it’s not a problem. Anyway, I can I get a name for the order?”

“Y/N.”

“Alright, Y/N. Your order will be out soon and I hope you enjoy my buns,” he sends you a wink and you head towards the stairs to check out the sitting area there.

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When Bucky finishes taking orders, he goes to help Steve fulfill them. That’s when Steve leans over murmuring, “You put a lil’ bit too much charm on that customer. Practically scared her away,” he ends with a smirk.

Bucky gives his friend a shove, “Shut up, you punk. I didn’t scare her away! She was just overwhelmed by my looks and charm.”

“Suuuure, Buck. Anyway, her order’s finished. Wanna call for her or-”

“I’ll bring it to her!” he immediately grabs your drink and cinnamon bun, carefully making his way to the upstairs sitting area.

When he gets there, he sees you sitting at the table next to the window pane. The sun hitting you from the side perfectly and creating a glow about you. You looked beautiful.

Bucky proceeded to slowly approach you, setting own the plate and cup in front of you, which startled you, “Holy son of-”

He bursts into giggles, “Sorry, doll. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

You shook your head, “No, no. It’s alright. Guess I just got too in the zone. But thank you for bringing my order.”

“No problem. Mind if I ask what you’re working on?”

“A novel. Science fiction with some romance.”

“I love science fiction,” Bucky breathed out in disbelief.

Your shy smile brightens when you hear this, “Me too! I’ve probably read The Martian like ten times.”

“Same here!” Bucky says just as excitedly. He’s about to ask you what other science fiction books you’ve read until Steve hollers for him from downstairs.

“Buck! I need your help with something!”

Bucky sighs, “Duty calls. Well, enjoy your coffee and your bun, Y/N. Hope you like ‘em.”

“Thanks, Bucky.” you give him a small wave and he waves back. When he goes downstairs, he glares at his best friend.

“Thanks for interrupting us, you punk! I was just starting to get to know her!”

Steve snorts, “Yeah, well, can you get to know her when it isn’t the beginning of the lunch rush?”

“Fine,” he mumbles dejectedly and goes to take orders at the counter.

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This place was perfect. The atmosphere was great, the wifi was impeccable, you loved all the natural lighting, the upstairs sitting area was very homey, the coffee was perfect, the cinnamon bun delicious, and the workers? Well, Bucky may or may not be one of the big reasons you keep coming to Rogers and Barnes Coffee.

It’s been three months since you first started going to R&B Coffee and you’ve been going whenever you can.

Whenever you walked in, you were met with the smell of coffee and the warm greetings of the two owners. Bucky sounding more eager than Steve.

There was no denying that the two of you had some sort of connection, the clear signs of flirting from the both of you was evidence enough. It was funny though, seeing Bucky, who’s a very flirtatious and confident guy, get the equal treatment of being complimented. He wasn’t used to getting it thrown back at him with just as much power and intensity that you give. But he loved it.

“I like your buns.”

He choked on his spit and coughed out a, “W-What?”

You smirked when you replied, “Your cinnamon buns, Bucky.”

Realization struck and you could see the blush forming on his cheeks, “Oh. Yeah. Right! Those buns!”

You took the change he handed off to you and before you left, you said, “And I like your butt too,” with a wink and you headed up to the upstairs sitting area.

Bucky then rushed over to Steve, “I’m gonna marry her.”

“What? Who?” his confused blonde friend asked.

“Y/N. I’m gonna marry her.”

Steve snorted, “Sure you are, pal.”

When Bucky brought up your order, he sat down across from you and you looked up from your laptop.

“Don’t you have to work?”

“I do, yeah,” he twiddled his thumbs nervously, “But, uh, i just wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to.” you say with a smile and Bucky’s own smile widens.

“Oh! Well, uh, great! I mean-, ”

You giggle and take out a pen, scribbling your name and number onto a napkin and handing it to him, “Call or text me whenever.”

“Cool. I’ll hit you up soon, doll!” he gets up and bends down pressing a kiss on your cheek and then he freezes, “Wait, I-was that-”

“It’s fine, Bucky,” you chuckle, “Now you better get back to work before Steve scolds you again.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay. See you later!” he then barrels down the stairs and heads to Steve, flaunting the napkin with your number on it, “One step closer to marrying her, Stevie!”

Steve shakes his head with an amused grin, “Can’t believe it took you three months to ask her out.”

Bucky just shrugs, “Better late than never,” and he fondly glances up to the sitting area where you were.

#chubby!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #marvel au #coffee shop au

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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Kokichi and s/o being a cheesy couple

Heya!! YES YES! Thanks for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this, because I'm acting like that if I want to tease someone (and that happens a lot-) so I could express myself very well xD! I hope you enjoy reading!!

-Mod Shuichi💕

[K O K I C H I]

-you and Kokichi recently started dating and at first everyone was very happy for you two!!

-But they were happy for another reason as well- they thought maybe Kokichi would stop pranking everyone, because now he has you?

-and he really pranked the others less and less- were the others happy about it? At first yes, but at the moment? not really... why?

-Easy, because you two are THIS couple.

-This one disgustingly cute couple and everyone was forced to watch.

-that was worse than Kokichi's pranks!

-"S/o! S/o!" Kokichi called after entering the cafeteria, looking around, searching for you- but you weren't there.

-"S/O! WAAAH! S/O LEFT MEEE!" Kokichi started to scream and fake cried with his usual crocodile tears.

-"Kokichi, honey! My love of my life!! I am right here" you stood behind him, stretching out your arms so he could jump into them.

-"Don't leave me, s/o!! I want to stay with you today, tomorrow, next week and for the rest of my wonderful life I will have with you!" Kokichi confessed and the others stared with their jaw dropped to the floor.

-How long is this going to last?? They asked themselves- clearly done with the couples bullshit-

-you two sat down at the table, holding hands and lovingly looked into each other's eyes.

-"What are they doing?" Shuichi whispered and Kaito turned around to answer. "making us sick" he rolled his eyes and Shuichi just looked confused before leaving.

-"Hey, s/o before we start eating- do you wanna know why I love you?" the group behind you groaned annoyed, but you nodded with sparkles in your eyes.

-"because you didn't judged my weaknesses and joined me in my weirdness" Kokichi lifted your hand and gently kissed the back of your hand.

"You wanna know what's the best thing in my life?" you suddenly asked and Kokichi tilted his head to the side and nodded.

-"It's you, obviously!" you laughed and this time you lifted his hand and kissed the back of his hand.

-after breakfast you and Kokichi walked around hand in hand.

-In his other hand Kokichi held a small basket- yes you two stole some desserts from breakfast and now searched for a nice spot to share them.

-you two sat down on a blanket, put the basket on the ground and started to take out the dessert to share them-

-you saw Kaito, Maki and Shuichi walking towards you two so you poked Kokichi and showed him the three walking over here.

-Kokichi quickly put his head in your lap and you started playing with his messy hair.

-"S/o! S/o!! Do you know on a scale from 1 to 10 you're a 9, because I'm the 1 you need to be complete~~!"

-Maki sighed and decided to ignore you two, Shuichi only waved awkwardly, while walking faster and Kaito wanted to punch you two so bad-! he was so annoyed! But he calmed himself down and they left.

-you looked down on your boyfriend and both of you started laughing.

-"I knew that was a good plan! they are so annoyed that they want my pranks back very soon!" Kokichi claimed proud and you smiled down on him.

-"Of course it worked! It was your plan, after all" you replied.

-"yeah, only because of me~" you and Kokichi both quickly returned to your usual, a little less cheesy, selves.

-"I hope that compliment wasn't to get your hopes up for something naughtyy though~" he teased, but you shrugged it off.

-"Do I look like Miu?" you simply said and both of you laughed.

-After a few minutes of silence you looked up to the bright, blue sky.

-you took a deep breath. "Do you know who I love? My crazy, goofy, sometimes lying, but amazing boyfriend- ah! His name is Kokichi Ouma if you didn't knew already~!" you had taken all your courage and smiled at him, but you didn't expected Kokichi to start blushing- he did- he totally blushed!

-"t-that wasn't something we planned-" he whispered totally shocked by his own reaction.

-"Oh my- you're blushing! Youre actually blushing!" you poked his cheek multiple times and laughed.

-"How cute! The ultimate supreme leader is bluuushing" you teased him and Kokichi had no chance to run away from you now.

-"No, I'm not! Nishishi! It's a lie, s/o! didn't you notice?" he sat up and tried to cover his blush with a lie, but you didnt fell for it.

-"Yeah, suuuure~" you wiggled with your eyebrows, still teasing your boyfriend.

-"WAHHH! S/O, YOU'RE! SO! MEAN!!" Kokichi fake cried and threw himself in your arms-

-And that made no sense, you were pretty confused and Kokichi used your confusion to his own advantage and kissd your cheek.

-"I love you, s/o and that's definitely not a lie" he whispered in your ear and grinned mischievously.

-Well, now you were the one blushing- damn it-!

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #imagines #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #killing harmony #kokichi oma #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi #drv3 killing harmony #drv3 #oma kokichi #ouma kokichi #drv3 ouma #drv3 oma #drv3 imagines #mod shuichi answers #mod shuichi

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mentalspaco · 4 years

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Ducktales hc of Dewey

Kay this is the way I cope with the release of season three of Ducktales, I just write some notes I had abt not straight Dewey coming out.

(This may or may not be a way for me to become ok with my bisexuality and is definitely reflecting my wanting and wishing to be in an accepting environment oof)

So I totally headcanon Dewey being the one that tells Donald a lot of things • That is mainly due to him being the biggest troublemaker ever and having no impulse control for anything ever and just running into any possible danger and adventure ever • So he usually has to always tell Donald abt what's happening or his uncle will get super worried and fuss about all of them for hours after they've returned • In conclusion he talks to Donald a lot about his day • Even during adventures Donald isn't on, Dewey usually calls Donald to keep him up to date and tell him that they're all okay and that Scrooge is with them • He and Donald just sort of have this system and it's even helped Dewey a lot to communicate with others • So when Dewey notices how he really likes a boy in his class, he is for the first time really scared to tell his uncle something • Because at first he just assumes that he maybe thought he and the boy (Dewey would find out his name is Jake after literally staring at the other boy talking to his friends for twenty minutes, during math) would have great chemistry during adventures just like he and Webby had or they would have just the same interests and Dewey thought maybe Jake would like adventuring as much as he did • But when hanging out with him after school he notices that he doesn't really think abt just adventuring with Jake, I mean suuuure, Dewey has thought up already hundreds of different scenarios the two boys could get into. (For example having to find their way together out of the woods while a zombie army chased them or climbing on top of a mountain for safety...) But this was different • While talking with Jake, it's getting harder for Dewey to be concentrated on every word the other boy said and his eyes just wander over the other boy's face and he thinks more abt... holding hands with him • Which is just suuuuuuper weird, right?? • Dewey definitely could not tell his brothers or Donald, he felt weird enough about it as it is • And with Dewey actually keeping a secret from his uncle for once, Donald was sure to notice • especially since Dewey could not physically lie while keeping a straight (ha) face • Donald's totally worried at first because Dewey???? Talk to me what happened??? • (This totally leads to some angst which I will not go into rn bc I can't see my son Dewey suffer rn BUT) • Dewey gets kind of scared of what he's feeling, none of his brothers ever voiced these sort of thoughts to him and he didn't really understand what was going on himself so he was just clueless to the whole situation • All he really knew was that he really liked looking into Jake's eyes and that he really REALLY liked to hear him laugh • Dewey also counted it as a win everytime he managed to make Jake laugh which just made Dewey even happier • Well, Dewey couldn't ignore Donald forever (they lived together in a giant mansion for God's sake, he also couldn't continue to just jump from adventure to adventure after school just to avoid Donald) so his uncle was bound to find out what's bothering his nephew • And after finally having to confront Donald, Dewey just plainly stated "I think I kinda like boys..." he was super scared, he didn't even look up while saying it • And Donald is just confused as heck, like??? That was it???? I THOUGHT SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED!!! • Donald just hugs his boy and tells him it is completely normal and that he can always talk to him no matter what • Dewey, after his talk with his uncle, proceeds to confidently tell his two brothers about his personal discovery of liking boys • Both are, of course very accepting • Huey starts asking him a lot of questions about how he found out and if that's why he and Jake have been hanging out much more these past days • Louie doesn't really care who his brother is attracted to and tells him that as his brothers they're always gonna accept him and that Dewey can tell them anything •Louie also totally demands Dewey to admit he has a crush on the boy, which nO HE DOES NOT AND LOUIE SHUT UP ANYWAY! • Admittedly relieved to have it off his chest, Dewey proceeds to even make some research about the LGBT community, just as Donald reccomended him to do • Looking around himself now, Dewey realises he has been worried for nothing and once again appreciated his amazing family around him and is really glad to have such accepting people surrounding him <3

#I was really freaking bored and didnt have any fanfic left to read #and i never really wrote fanfic either #so here ya go #have this mess #hope u like it tho #idrc #this helps me cope #Ducktales #dewey duck #Donald duck #Huey duck #Louie Duck #my babies #coming out #pride #lgbt #fanfic #writing

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soft---darkness · 4 years

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Alone With The Dark- Bim Trimmer

Oof. I'm going to be honest with you guys, this ones rough. Its not the best thing I've ever made, but it was nice to write. I treated it a little bit like a vent and then twisted it into a sad story. Sorry about that lol. But I do think you guys will enjoy it! read the trigger warnings though!!

And again- this series is not going to be in any specific chronological order nor should you assume that future or past parts are related to each other. This is just me having some fun with the idea of Dark being the good guy

Trigger warnings- major character death, depressed thoughts, apathy/numbness, talk about death (stay safe my friends :) )

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Bim collapsed onto his bed with a shaky gasp, his nearly transparent body wavering for a moment when it touched the solid surface. His room was barely lit but it didn't make a difference to him- his vision was blurry anyway. He whimpered slightly as he curled in on himself, shivering violently. He felt a deep and chilling cold in his bones, but he didn't bother getting under the covers. He knew it wouldn't help, the cold he was feeling didn't come from the weather or from an open window. It was the chill of death and Bim knew that it was unavoidable.

He knew what was happening and what was going to happen. He had been aware of what was going to come from the first moment he had been able to see through his fingertips. A week ago, he had been eating a late lunch when he went to grab his glass of water and realized that the very tips of his fingers were slightly transparent. Horror had caused him to drop the glass and stand up, stomach rolling in fear. He had run out of the room and thrown himself over the toilet, retching violently. A terrifying thought had rushed to his brain as he trembled in the bathroom. He, Bim Trimmer, was fading away after just a month of existence.

He had known it was a possibility from the beginning, but that didn't make it any easier. Their creator, Markiplier, had a habit of introducing a new ego and then never making another video about them again. The fans would be excited by the premiere at first and they would make fan art and stories about the new ego...but eventually the hype died down and the figment would fall into the background.

This wasn't an issue for most figments and they would stay popular enough to survive until their next appearance, but it seemed that Bim wasn't one of the lucky ones. He hadn't been quite as popular as most when he had first appeared and the excitement of his character had faded quickly amongst the fan base. He had also been introduced just before Google, who had generated much more excitement with the fans. So of course, it was to be expected that Bim would fade quicker than most. He just wasn't expecting it so soon…

The others hadn't been surprised either. A lot of egos didn't make it through their first year, so everyone tried to not get too attached to new arrivals. And while seeing semi-transparent egos fade around them was a sad sight, those that did make it got used to it quickly. It was expected that no one really mention or talk about fading, as if not addressing it would help keep the unlucky alive. Bim as starting to think that it was just everyone's way of dealing with the guilt. Because he knew that the others were secretly relieved that it was him fading and not them.

But there was no point in being upset or angry at anyone now. He’d be gone soon anyway.

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Bim wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard a soft knock at his door. It had to have been hours since he had curled up on his bed in a pathetic heap. A quick glance out the window told Bim that it was nighttime now, but how late it was he wasn't sure. But whatever time it was, there was no reason for anyone to be at his door. Everyone knew what was happening to him right now, and they had all individually decided to ignore him. It was just easier that way, to pretend like he didn't exist. He wouldn't tomorrow anyway.

Bim waited for the person or other ego to go away. He didn't feel like talking and he couldn't stand the thought of seeing someone's pity-filled face right now. Some of the egos that did care that he was fading always wore the same piteous face around him. Dr. Iplier and Silver were the most guilty of it. They had talked down to Bim during the few weeks of his fading as if he was a kicked puppy or sad child. But he wasn't a child. He was a grown and dying adult that didn't want their pity.

So Bim ignored the knock. In fact, he barely shifted from his balled position, sans the constant tremors that were running through his wavering body. He stayed still and listened for the expected sound of retreating footsteps to disappear down the hallway. However, the ego at the door ignored his obvious wishes to be left alone. Bim scowled when he heard the door being pushed open without his permission. He lifted his head shakily, fully prepared to tell this person off, trembly voice and all. However, he paused when he saw who had entered his dim room.

He sat quietly and somewhat dumb-founded when Dark slid into his room and shut the door behind him gently. This was the last person he had expected to make an appearance. But there he was, standing by the closed door with a more casual dressing than Bim had ever seen him in before. He wasn't wearing his normal suit jacket and had even ditched his tie, settling instead to unbutton the collar of his dress shirt. Bim glanced down near Dark’s hands and noted that the entity had his cane with him, which was rare for the other egos to see.

Bim made note of these strange occurrences quickly and then glanced back up at Dark’s face, trying to seek out what the demon’s intentions were. He searched the entity’s eyes for the normal pitying look the others wore, but he didn't find it. Nor did he find any malice or look of aggression. So Bim settled back down again, deciding that he was not in any danger from this interaction. Dark could do as he wished. Bim was tired. But Dark didn't leave him be. Instead, the other ego cleared his throat and came a little closer to the bed, hoping to gain back Bim’s attention. The demon waited until Bim looked back up at him before he spoke, standing in a patient manner until the show host shifted slightly and glanced at him. He recognized Bim’s slow movements and the pained look on his face and frowned in response, but did not comment on it. Instead he made a small gesture to the bed with his free hand. “May I?” He asked softly, head tilted at a slight angle as he talked.

Bim raised a confused eyebrow, though he wasn't sure if Dark could see it due to his transparent nature. He wasn't completely sure what was being asked of him at the moment, but he supposed nothing terrible would come if he accepted the vague request. “Suuuure?” He answered the question with his own questioning tone, though his voice came out scratchy and rough sounding. It caused the show host to cringe slightly, but he tried to ignore it. He shifted slightly to the side, allowing room for the entity to sit. To his surprise, Dark instead slowly shifted on to the bed and laid down, propped up somewhat by the backboard. Bim slowly scotted up as well, mimicking Dark’s pose and staring straight ahead.

He sighed softly to himself as he awaited the normal cliche questions. He hadn't gotten to know Dark much in the month he had been here, but with the time he had spent with the demon he sure hadn’t pegged him as the therapist type. Bim didn't care much though. Perhaps it would feel nice to talk about how he felt about all of this anyway… He hadn't been able to talk it out with anyone else due to the taboo of the subject and Bim decided that maybe venting would be nice.

But the questions never came and the two sat in silence for longer than Bim could say. Eventually he glanced at the quiet entity apprehensively and studied the mans face. He looked to be deep in thought but peaceful, an odd crease in his eyebrows and a soft frown on his face. Bim hated to break the silence and peace, but the urge to talk to someone had gotten stronger. He wasn't used to the feeling of loneliness, but now that there was another person near him he felt the pain of it. It was cold and hard in his heart and his stomach and almost worse than the feeling of death that was slowly engulfing him.

So he cleared his throat roughly to try and gain the other’s attention, the noise worse than before in its hoarseness. He grimaced at the ragged sound, but continued anyway. “Aren't you going to ask me if I'm okay?” The question was voiced with more malice than Bim had intended, and he flushed with slight embarrassment. He kept his gaze forward, refusing to look at the other ego in the room even when he felt the demon’s eyes on him.

Dark pondered the question for a moment but then shook his head, well aware that Bim couldn't see it. “No. I already know the answer.” His tone was not sympathetic, nor filled with pity, but it held an element of gentleness that came only from a personal kind of understanding. Dark knew that Bim was not okay. He knew exactly what Bim was going through right now and that he was probably everything except okay.

The demon was content to let the conversation end there, but then he reconsidered. He spoke up again, this time asking a question of his own. “Would you like me to ask you if you are okay?” He glanced at the show host, a questioning eyebrow raised.

His tone didn't hold judgement though, and Bim decided that it was a legitimate question. So he nodded shakily, not answering verbally. He didn't want to hear his own broken voice in comparison to Dark’s smooth tone. He still refused to look at the demon, instead staring a hole through the wall straight ahead. If he still had a solid body than he would have been bright red in embarrassment. He felt silly asking for this, but it helped beat down the terrible lonesome feeling in his chest. And Dark didn't seem to be judging him. He had offered to ask, and he had come here on his own volition, hadn't he? The logical thoughts calmed Bim a little bit, and he attempted to shake off the lingering apprehension he felt.

Dark nodded after a brief moment and looked back at Bim, this time smiling slightly as the other met his eyes. “Alright. Are you okay?” He spoke naturally and somewhat lightly, treating this situation as if he was simply talking to a friend. It was a bit strange to speak so casually, especially considering the situation, but Dark assumed Bim didn't want to be talked down too.

Bim took a moment to respond, truly thinking about the question. He turned away from Dark again as his eyebrows curled in thought. He realized then that he had been trying to push down his feelings about dying and wasn't even sure how he felt. Perhaps the other egos might not be the only ones guilty of ignoring the topic of fading...

After a moment he let out a ragged sound, somewhere between a sob and a sigh, and stuttered through an unsure answer. “I don't really...know. I feel like I should feel something, but I just don't. I'm not angry or sad or even really scared.” It didn't feel like he was dying. The pain was there, but he felt...disconnected from it. Like he was watching a stranger die. It was then he looked back at Dark, his eyes expressing the turmoil he felt. He spoke again, voice much quieter and somewhat childlike. “Should I be scared?”

Dark was silent for a moment this time. He didn't know how to answer this kind of question. Emotions aren't exactly his strong suit, but he felt a pang of sympathy for Bim and felt as if he needed to find an answer someway or another. “No, I don't think so. It won't change anything. But I do think you have a right to be.” He thought for a moment before continuing, debating whether or not to disclose some private information about himself for the sake of comforting another. He decided quickly and continued, though he spoke in a more guarded manner this time. “I wasn't.”

Bim blinked in surprise at that, his eyes widening a bit. “You've faded before? How are you here?” He felt somewhat bad for asking about what must be sensitive information, but he couldn't help himself.

Luckily for him though, Dark seemed to be willing to talk about it. “Yes, i've faded before. Three times actually. Sometimes those that fade can come back, but only if the fans take interest again. It's very rare.” The demon put emphasis on the last part, not wanting to give the other false hope about his situation. The chances of him coming back were 10,000 to 1.

Bim just nodded, thinking over the information quietly to himself. He hadn't heard the others mention this, so he assumed that they didn't know. He frowned at this idea and glanced at the entity, an odd look on his face as he questioned him softly. “How come the others don’t know about this?”

He was afraid he had pushed too far when Dark made a soft noise in his throat. It was some kind of a grunt or a growl, and though it didn't sound too threatening Bim couldn't be sure. But Dark did not lash out or get up to leave, just layed on the bed and shook his head slowly. “I was alone everytime it happened.” He didn't elaborate any further, and Bim wanted to ask whether this was by his own choice, or if the others had treated Dark similar to himself. He didn't push it though, too scared that Dark would get angry and leave him alone.

He did have to ask one last question though, the one question he had had since Dark had walked in the room. “Why are you here? With me?” He made eye contact with the other ego, trying to understand what would motivate the demon to be here for him when none of the others would.

Dark huffed a bitter sounding laugh, holding Bim gaze with a pained one of his own. “No one should have to die alone. Not you. Not anybody.”

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The two egos had lapsed into silence after that, content to simply lay together in a sort of vulnerable quiet. Eventually, Dark saw Bim’s shaking form start to flicker. Every time his form would blink back it would be weaker and the show host would look more transparent.

But eventually he didn't flicker back at all.

And Dark understood that he was alone once more.

#Darkiplier #Bim Trimmer #my writing #alone with the dark

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years

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Drunk (Shawn Mendes)

Originally Written: Jun. 27, 2018 | Edited: Mar. 21, 2019

A/N: From wattpad and originally on first person POV but I changed it to second. And this was based off of my friend’s real experience when she got drunk, so yes, this is possible when you get REALLY drunk haha. Enjoy! x

Summary: Shawn never knew that his girlfriend would be extremely loyal even if she's drunk.

Warnings: Fluff and typos.

Word Count: 4.4k+

Masterlist in Bio

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Shawn looked at you as he parked his car in front of your best friend's house where he is dropping you off for the night. Music was already blasting through the windows, the walls slightly shaking from the baseline with the lights dancing inside, flickering with the colors red, purple, blue and green.

"You sure you don't want to just stop by?" You asked, glancing at the house before turning your eyes back at him. Shawn smiled, "Yes honey, I'm sure. I need to finish a few more songs and get this album finished." You raised a knowing eyebrow at him, slight worry glinting in your eyes.

"What?" He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the process. You shook your head at him and sighed, "You're always working Shawn. A few hours break won't hurt you baby." You interlaced your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm fine (Y/N). Plus, I'm not really in the mood to party." He beamed at you, lifting your hand to press it against his lips, the sweet gesture never failing to make your heart flutter.

"You have fun okay?" Shawn added. "But not too much?" You joked making him let out a chuckle.

"Hmm, maybe, but make sure you don't drink too much. You know how much alcohol you can handle." He reprimanded, shooting you a serious look, knowing fully well how you always complain about a hangover in the morning when you go out the night before. You rolled your eyes with a groan, shoulders slumping, like a child being told by her mother the same thing over and over again. "Yes Shawn."

He laughed at your response, feeling the need to tease you even further. "And don't put your phone on mute okay?" You sighed, "Yes sir."

Shawn chuckled. "And don't forget your coat. It's still cold out there. And fill your stomach with food before drinking. And—"

"Shawn! I swear to God. I’m not a child." He burst out laughing which earned an annoyed look from you, . "Okay, okay I'll stop. But seriously babe, don't put it on silent okay? In case there's an emergency."

"Yeah, yeah I won't." You gave him a soft smile, Shawn sighing with content and admiration as he stared at your beautiful face. That smile will never fail to make his heart melt, making him fall even deeper in love with you, as if he already wasn’t.

Shawn leaned in and gave you a quick but passionate kiss, both of your eyes closing to savor the love you have for one another. You pulled away, smiling from ear to ear.

"I love you." You whispered. "And I love you." He gave you one last peck before reaching for your door handle, opening it for you. You got out of the car and waved at him one last time.

He didn't drive away until he saw your best friend greet you at the door. They both looked back at Shawn’s direction, “You sure you don’t want to just stop by?” (Y/B/N) called out. “Nah, take care of her for me alright?” She gave him a quick nod, Shawn giving one last wave and blowing out a kiss for you before finally driving off.

Not even a few minutes later down the road, Shawn received a message from (Y/N). He made sure to stop at a red light before opening it, knowing he’ll get an earful if she found out he was texting while driving.

Y/N: Don't be so hard on yourself okay babe? Don't rush. That album you're working on will be amazing just as always and your fans are going to love it, without a single doubt. You're incredible. And I love you oh so much Shawn. Remember that.

Shawn couldn’t stop the grin on his lips from forming. You inspire and motivate him so much and he couldn’t have asked for anything else. You are his biggest supporter and you have never failed to show him that every single day and Shawn will forever be grateful to have you in his life.

He quickly typed in a response and continued his way home, his smiling never leaving his face.

A lot of people always wondered why he lets you go to parties with your friends that easily like it's not a big deal, but truth be told, it actually isn't, to him at least.

Shawn trusts you enough to let you go out without him hovering around you like a bodyguard. Yes, he can admit that he feels a bit over protective at times and he does have his fair share of insecurities but he's never been the type of guy who will deprive you from living your life for selfish reasons.

You are a free, beautiful bird, and he’ll never take that away from you. Shawn is aware that there will be guys at the party but he's not scared, not even one bit. He has nothing to worry about because you are responsible enough and he knows he can trust you fully. He will be forever sure you won't do anything that could ruin your relationship, let alone hurt him.

Trust and honesty is the key to keeping a relationship for as long as you possibly can. Without the two, things could get very complicated.

As Shawn got home, he directly started on writing a few more ideas about songs he’d like to write or a few lyrics that would eventually complete songs that are already in progress, drifting into his own bubble with his favorite muse inside his head, you of course.

Few hours later…

Shawn let out an exasperated sigh as his mind went blank. In most days, ideas would flow smoothly out of his brain like a waterfall. But in some days, his mind would just shut itself off, but that's just how things are.

He stood up and grabbed his coffee mug to refill it yet again, but before he could even stand up to his full height, Shawn suddenly felt his phone ring out of nowhere, startling him in the process. Glancing down and seeing your face, he didn’t hesitate to hit answer.

“Hey babe, everything okay?” He asked, finally making his way towards the kitchen and poured himself another cup of coffee. “Hey Shawn, uh, it’s (Y/B/N).” He knitted his eyebrows in confusion, surprised to hear your best friend's voice. “(Y/B/N)? Is everything okay? Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Well, it’s nothing serious but, (Y/N) got drunk. And I offered to drive her back to your place but she keeps saying no and that she will only go when it's with you and you only.” She said, sounding completely and utterly defeated.

As if on cue, Shawn heard his lovely girlfriend’s voice in the background, a bit muffled, but he heard it still. ‘Noooo I don’t talk with strangers, Shawn will be maaad. I only go with Shawn. Go away, you're not Shawn!’

(Y/B/N) sighed. "Case and point." Shawn can already imagine her shaking her head in disbelief. “Your girlfriend’s extremely loyal when she’s drunk Mendes.” She added knowingly, earning a laugh from him. “Okay, okay. Just bring her outside, or at least try to, I’m on my way.” She mumbled a quick okay and hung up, Shawn grabbing his keys and drove back to where he dropped you off a few hours ago.

Shawn pulled over in front of the house and saw his girlfriend barely standing up at the front porch, (Y/B/N) keeping you on your feet as much as she can. Shawn got out of the car and hurriedly walked towards them, shaking his head as he saw your state. You're definitely regretting this tomorrow morning.

“Thank goodness you’re here! Now take your girlfriend.” Your best friend exclaimed, relief washing over her face like she's finally done with you. “Nooo! I said I don’t gooo with strangers!” You slurred, eyes barely even open. “That’s Shawn you idiot.” (Y/B/N) rolled her eyes, shoving you playfully towards him.

“Shawn? Where?” You mumbled, searching in every direction as you opened your eyes, well tried to. You stumbled, tripping over your feet and fell forward. You're so lucky Shawn's reflexes were quick enough to catch you just in time.

He chuckled wrapping his arms around your waist and tried his best to keep your feet under you, “I’m here sweetheart.” You looked up and stared at him for a moment, your eyes squinting as if it's the only way you can see clearly. “Are ya suuuure you’re Shawn?” You asked, jabbing a finger on his chest.

“I swear to the heavens above Shawn, she only drank beer and nothing more. I didn’t give her drugs I promise.” (Y/B/N) raised her hands defensively, clearly not knowing what's happening to you since this is her first time seeing you really drunk. “It's okay, I know. Alcohol affects her a lot, more than the average person to be exact.” Shawn chuckled, glancing down to see you glaring up at him.

“Oi! Are you guys talkin’ ‘bout me?” You questioned angrily, your eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting with a cute pout on your lips. "Only good things honey, all good things." He answered, shaking his head at you. "Why you callin' me honey?" You grumbled but Shawn ignored you as he turned to your best friend.

“I’ll take care of her from here. Thank you so so much.” He gave your friend an apologetic smile. "Of course Shawn, now get home safe you two." She gladly returned the gesture before turning on her heel and went back inside to tend to her other guests.

“Now, let’s get you home.” Shawn said, slinging your arm over his shoulder and wrapping his around your waist to try and support you. “I said nooo. I don’t talk to strangers! I only go with Shawn you understand that mister?” You took your hand off him making you lose your balance, your upper half slumping forward and towards the ground.

“Woah okay, careful.” Shawn grabbed your arm and placed it back over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness. He crouched down to hook his other arm behind your knees, swiftly carrying you bridal style and walking both of you back to the car.

“Why are you carrying me human? I have legs ya know. And I saaaid I only go with Shawn!” You said, softly punching his chest with your tiny hands, the alcohol draining all your strength from your body.

He chuckled, “It is me princess. I’m Shawn.” You let out a tired breath, burying your face on his chest as you mumbled, “Hmm, you do smell like Shawn." You pulled away a little and looked up at him with malicious glint in your eyes.

“But how would I know it’s the real Shawn and not a clone huh?” Shawn burst out laughing, head thrown back in the process as he looked at you with nothing but amazement.

He has no idea where all of this is coming from. But then again, you have always been an imaginative kind of girl, maybe all the alcohol heightened up your brain somehow, or maybe even fogging up your senses, making him unrecognizable in your eyes. He doesn't really know what’s gotten into you, but he knows for a fact that this is the alcohol talking.

But this right here is just an addition to why he trusts you so much. Most people make their mistake when they’re drunk because alcohol takes away your ability to think straight. You on the other hand are different.

This wasn’t the first time this happened. He doesn't exactly know why but you tend to look for him more when you’re drunk.

Well, he did tell you a few times that when you go out with friends or just without him, you should not talk to any strangers because he doesn't know what might happen to you.

Some guys take advantages of girls who are intoxicated and Shawn doesn't want that to happen to you especially when he's not around to protect you. So he made it clear that when a guy you don't know approaches, you get up and leave immediately because you don't know what their intentions are.

Shawn doesn’t exactly know how but that seemed to stick with you, especially when you get drunk.

“Why are you so cute?” He cooed looking at you with love and adoration. “I am not.” You protested with your eyes shut tight, the tiredness slowly overtaking your body.

“Yes, you are. So fucking adorable.” He whispered, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. “Heey! Shawn is the only one allowed to kiss me like that!” You frowned, lightly punching his chest. He can’t help by roll his eyes at you.

Even when you’re drunk, you’re still stubborn as hell.

As Shawn reached the car, He gently placed you back on the ground to open the door. He helped you in and put on your seatbelt, your eyes staring at him intently, just silently watching his movements. “You okay like that or do you want to lean your seat back a bit?” He asked with one hand on the dashboard the other on the headdress, trapping your figure with his arms.

You placed your hand on his cheek and examined his face, your eyebrows knitting, concentration laced all across your features. “You’re so pretty.” You muttered, caressing his cheeks with your thumb. But before Shawn could even respond, you said, “But Shawn is waay prettier than you mister.” You huffed, patting his cheek before retracting your hand.

“Oh my God (Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you that it’s me?” He chuckled, leaning your seat back a bit to make you comfortable. He looked back up to face you as he tucked a hair behind your air, cupping your face softly.

“It’s me baby, It’s Shawn. I am your Shawn, honey.” He whispered, taking your hand and placing it on his cheek, his own just on top of yours, his eyes staring right into your eyes.

Then your face suddenly lit up as realization hit you, a soft giggle coming out of your lips, smiling wide. “Hi Shawny.” You said giving him a kiss, Shawn tasting the alcohol that’s dancing on your lips, making him chuckle at how that simple substance affected his girlfriend’s behavior throughout the night.

“Hello my love." He whispered, pulling away a little to let your foreheads touch and his eyes boring into yours, his grin wide as he brushed the tip of his nose with your own, moving his head side to side earning a soft giggle from you. “Let’s get you home.” He added giving you one last peck on the lips before closing the car door and making his way to the driver’s seat. He inserted his keys and started the car, looking at you one more time before driving of as you head off home.

After a few minutes of silence, you suddenly shifted in your seat to face him, back leaned up against the door. Shawn quickly checked to see if the doors are locked, he doesn’t want it to suddenly open and bringing you with it.

“Shawn?”

“Yes honey?”

“Do you really love me?” Shawn gave you a confused looked, glancing at you for a sec before turning his eyes back on the road, hand coming down to rest on your thigh. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have stopped what I was doing to come pick you up if I didn’t love you (Y/N).”

“Maybe you just needed an excuse to distract yourself Shawn. Or maybe you feel obligated to take care of me. Maybe history is going to repeat itself and you’re going to pull a ‘Three Empty Words’ on me.” You rambled, a small pout adoring your lips that he so badly just wanted to kiss.

Shawn shook his head with a laugh. “Pull a ‘Three Empty Words’ on you? What do you mean by that baby?”

You groaned, shifting again so that now you were back to facing the road, “You know your own song Shawn! Don’t ask me what it means.” Shawn lets out a wheeze, completely amazed at your response, making sure to keep his focus on the road.

“I’m serious Shawn.” You jutted your bottom lip out even further as you crossed your arms over your chest, eyes looking at straight at him.

“And I am also serious when I say I do love you (Y/N), very much. I won’t pull a ‘Three Empty Words’ on you because I find myself falling in love with you over and over again, every single day. I have never been more in love in my life than I am with you (Y/N). Don’t you ever doubt that okay? I love you, and I will always love you no matter what.” He met your gaze, a look of seriousness on his face and pure sincerity in his eyes before quickly turning his attention back to driving.

You leaned forward with a big smile, resting a hand on his shoulder as you gave him a kiss on the cheek, redness covering it almost immediately. “I love you Shawn.”

“And I love you (Y/N).” Shawn replied with an equally bright smile to match your own, sighing contently.

“Woah, I’m getting dizzy.” You giggled, closing your eyes as you quickly sat back down, the movement of the car making you lightheaded. “I’m gonna take a nap.” You grumbled, leaning back into your seat and closing your eyes.

“Okay baby, go on and take a quick nap.” He reached over you to lean your seat back a bit more to make you comfortable as soon as he stopped at a red light. You mumbled a quick thank you before dozing off, Shawn placing a soft kiss on your forehead, the smile never leaving his lips as he you managed to make him feel giddy without even trying. You're just too adorable and he can never resist, you don't even know how much power you hold against him.

A few minutes later, both of you finally arrived back at your place. Shawn looked at you to see that you are still peacefully asleep. He got out of the car and made his way to your side, opening the door and slowly getting your seatbelt off. You hummed, your eyes still closed.

“Come here, let’s get you to bed.” Shawn whispered, hooking his arm under you to lift you up. Your arms instantly hooking around his neck as you nuzzled your head on his chest.

Shawn couldn’t stop his smile from growing. He probably looked like a lunatic, just constantly smiling out of the blue.m, but no one can blame him for being happy, so happy to have a girl like you.

Call him cheesy he doesn’t care, but he definitely feels like the luckiest man in the world.

“Baby.” Shawn whispered as soon as he reached the door, managing to carry you in the elevator without tripping over.

“(Y/N), honey, wake up for a moment please.” He tried again, placing a soft kiss on your hair earning a groan from you. “I need to open the door babe.” Shawn chuckled, slowly placing your back on the ground, keeping his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Okay.” You whispered as you hugged his torso, cuddling against his side with your cheek flat against his chest, eyes still shut.

Shawn felt his heart melt right then and there. “God you’re so adorable right now, and you have no idea.” He mumbled to himself, placing a soft kiss on top of your head before quickly fishing his keys out of his pocket, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open.

He crouched down and carried you again as he stepped inside, kicking the door shut and proceeded straight towards your shared bedroom.

“Shawn, I need to puke.” You muttered as soon as he placed you back on the ground. You ran towards the bathroom and emptied your stomach right in the toilet, Shawn hot on your heels.

He knelt behind you as he held your hair back, rubbing your back softly with a concerned look crossing his features. “What did I say about drinking too much.” He scolded, the ‘I told you so’ in his voice so loud and clear.

You groaned in response, not really wanting to hear anymore lectures and that made him laugh. “Better honey?” You nodded, slowly standing up and walking towards the sink to reach for your toothbrush.

Shawn gave you a kiss on the forehead before leaving the bathroom to get you a glass of cold water and when he came back you were already sprawled, face down on the bed, clothes and shoes still on.

He walked over to you and sighed, shaking his head in disbelief as he placed the glass of water on the bedside table. “(Y/N), you need to change.”

“I’m tired Shawn.” You whined, voice muffled because your face was pressed on the sheets. Shawn couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling.

He love you so much, with every fiber of his being, but he can’t also deny the fact that you’re such a handful when drunk.

“Come on, sit up.” He spanked your ass playfully. You turned your head and glared at him over you shoulder, Shawn staring at you with the same intensity, an eyebrow quirked up with his arms crossed over his chest as if to challenge you.

You rolled over with a groan, your hands reaching out to him. He gladly took them and pulled you up, making you sit on the edge of the bed. “Drink this, all of it. It’ll help lessen your hangover tomorrow.” He handed you the glass of water and made his way to his closet to get you some clothes to sleep in, settling with one of his shirt that’s obviously too big for you.

He got back just in time to see you finish the glass of water. He took it from you and placed it back on the nightstand, you mumbling a soft thank you in response.

Shawn placed his clean shirt beside you on the bed and knelt down in front of you, grabbing your feet to take your shoes off. He then went back up to undo the button of your pants, unzipping it and slowly tugging it down your legs, making you giggle. “What?” He look up at your face with furrowed brows.

“You’re going to see me naked.” You pointed out, giving him a cheeky smile. “Well, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times before.” He shrugged with a smirk.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Touché.” He shook his head and chuckled, pulling your pants completely off. He stood up fully, discarding your pants on the floor before turning back to face you, “Arms up.”

You obeyed, eyes closed as you raised both of your hand above your head, Shawn grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it off your body, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

Your hands suddenly reached behind your back, and before he can register what you were doing, you already unhooked your bra and threw it across the room.

Shawn inhaled sharply, taking a small step backward to admire you fully and oh boy what a sight to see, a beautiful goddess right in front of him.

“Goddamn.” He muttered under his breath. Yes, he’s seen you like this plenty of times but he has never gotten used to how breathtakingly beautiful you are. And every single part of your body is so gorgeous, from every scar, every beauty mark, every imperfection, every curve, to just, everything.

“Hey, no staring.” You warned, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Can’t help it.” He mumbled deeply, bending over until his face was leveled with yours, placing both of his hands on the edge of the bed just beside your bare thighs, tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“You are just so fucking beautiful.” He whispered before closing the distance between you two. He kissed you softly, lovingly, mouth moulding with yours as you both smiled against each other’s lips.

You placed your hand on his shoulder to you pull him closer, nibbling on his bottom lip earning a low growl from him as both of you wanted nothing more than to deepen the kiss even further.

But reluctantly, Shawn pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours, both your chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

“As much as I want to fuck you right now, I can’t because you need to rest.” I mumbled. “But–” You started with a pout, but Shawn shook his head with a soft smile.

“Tomorrow honey, you can have all of me.” He added, giving you one last peck, before telling you to raise your hands up again.

Shawn took his shirt that he placed on the bed earlier and put it on you. He tapped your right thigh, signaling you to crawl back up the bed and get yourself comfortable.

Shawn quickly got rid of his clothes, leaving him with only his boxers before sliding under the covers and cuddled right beside you. You placed your head on his bare chest as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his.

“Shawn?” He hummed in response, his eyes closing at the sudden feeling of tiredness. “Thank you for always taking care of me when I get drunk. I know I’m such a handful sometimes.”

“Oh you are definitely a handful most times.” He teased, opening one eye to see you look up at him with pout. He let out a deep chuckle, dipping his head to give you a kiss.

“But I’ll never get tired of taking care of you though. I’ll always take care of you baby, drunk or not because I love you oh so much.” He added, hugging your tighter. You sighed, a lovely smile playing on your lips, placing a soft kiss on his chest before nuzzling your nose on the crook of his neck, “And I love you too, oh so much.”

Nothing will always beat the feeling of having the love of your life in your arms, both drifting off to sleep with smiles drawn on your faces, legs tangled up under the sheets, breathing synchronized, and happiness filling up your hearts as it beats as one.

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panharmonium · 4 years

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@ragtag-band-of-murderers <33333333 ahhhhhHHH THANK YOU, I’M SUPER GLAD YOU LIKED IT; I HAD ALL KINDS OF FUN WRITING IT :D

“suuuure” LOL YOU KNOW WILL SECRETLY LOVES IT

“merlin’s still so unsure of him” YES! this, absolutely! the elephant in the room has not been addressed and merlin is feeling hella guilty about it but also hella afraid to get into it because it will trash the kind of tentative truce they’ve established and - merlin thinks, at least - it stands an extremely likely chance of trashing their friendship, too, and i don’t think merlin, in his precarious position, feels like he can force himself to take that step, even if not taking it means he’s living in a kind of false peace.

(more under the cut cause this got longer than i intended)

“i think will might be a lil jealous of gwen” mmmmHMMM yes, will’s dynamic with everybody else is so interesting to me, because i think ‘jealous!will’ can be a too-common recurring fic motif that is very easy to approach in a sort of...superficial way, at least from what i’ve seen, where it’s like ‘this dude’s overreacting and he just refuses to see how great these people are and eventually he needs to get over it and accept that he’s part of merlin’s past and merlin’s meant for bigger things’ - which i don’t think does the two of them justice at all. i don’t think that captures the slightest bit of what’s going on with will in 1.10. i don’t think it’s fair to him, or to merlin, or to the significance of their relationship, to pare things down to “will can’t handle merlin making new friends.”

too often i see 1.10 boiled down to “merlin shows up at home with a bunch of new friends” - by which of course people always just mean ‘arthur’ - “and an old friend of merlin’s is jealous” and i think that passes over so much of the implied history we’re given in that episode. will’s distress in 1.10 is about way more than “merlin shows up with a shiny new pal.” it’s not petty like that.

it’s - well, i already have a long piece of meta in my drafts picking this episode apart in more detail; i’ll clean that up and get it posted, i guess, since we’re on the subject, heh - but the point is that will, in my understanding, couldn’t care less about arthur and the rest of the camelot crew. the fight that he and merlin have in 1.10 is going to happen whether merlin shows up with new people in tow or not. having new people in tow doesn’t help, certainly, but that fight is about merlin and will and their relationship, not arthur or camelot or anything the bandits are doing. it’s about ‘you disappeared on me. you’re the only thing i had in the world and you abandoned me. why did you do that to me? i would never have done that to you.’

but of course will is so painfully unable to let his guard down and vulnerable-ize himself that he doesn’t quite say as much in so many words, and merlin is feeling so guilty about it that he can’t even bring himself to acknowledge it and apologize, though he for sure knows what he did.

will just - he has so much baggage already. he’s young and alone and everybody in his life either left him, or left him and then died, and despite how guarded and rigidly self-sufficient that makes him, he still slips and allows himself to be lulled into this sense of security with merlin - and then when merlin ditches him, too, he feels so stupid. he feels utterly humiliated for thinking even for a second that things would ever be different, and he is just incredibly lonely, when merlin vanishes, and he’s furious at himself for being lonely in the first place, and he’s reaffirmed once again in his (erroneous) belief that he’s not good enough to make anybody stick around, that there’s something about him nobody would ever want. because merlin just up and vanishes, you know, without warning, and never bothers to get in touch with will, despite sending updates to hunith, all of which have to trickle down to will in secondhand ways (”i hear you’re skivvying for some prince”), leaving will in this obscenely painful and confusing limbo of “what the hell happened? what did i do? why doesn’t my only friend want me anymore? did he ever really want me in the first place? or was i fooling myself into thinking our relationship was more than it actually was?”

they have always been each other’s one and only, but right now will feels like maybe he was wrong, and he didn’t mean anything to merlin at all. and in canon, he and merlin never have the chance to hash this out (the burning guilt of which i really do think merlin carries for the rest of his life) but here in this AU, will’s alive, and he’s extremely uncertain about his place in merlin’s life (for good reason - merlin hasn’t made any moves to explain himself/address the situation) and so yeah, you’re absolutely right, hearing merlin rhapsodize about the new friends he made while will was suffering through the worst summer of his life at home is just...complicated.

and of course merlin can’t address any of this discomfort without opening up the ugliest can of worms they’ve ever had to sift through. so, you know - as you noted, there’s a lot going on there. for all that they’re distracting themselves with their ‘normal’ routines of idle talk and teasing, they’ve got stuff that really does need to be dealt with, eventually.

#YOOO I'M SORRY I WILL LEGIT CONVERSE ABOUT THEM FOR DAYS; this is the danger of leaving notes for me lol #XD #*reins self in*#BUT I AM SO HAPPY YOU DID; THANK YOU :D #i'm really glad you enjoyed this! <33333333 #the once and future slowburn #conversation #is this....#meta #?#sort of #tagging it anyway #no kings no masters #tumblr friend appreciation

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creepichan · 3 years

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El Capitano

Don’t ask, I dreamed of this last night XD But it was way too cute to not write it

Words: 1800

Characters: Roman, Logan, Patton, Some random Girls

Pairing: Logicality, mentioned Roman x unknown, (I leave it to you tho if you want to read it as additional Logincecality)

TW: Mentions of Alcohol, Curse, mentions of car accident ao3 link -----

“Go over the fire ladder! I’ll catch up to you” ,He whisper-shouted over to the pair that already made it half through the window, as they heard the headmaster approaching from the hall. There wouldn’t be enough time for Roman to follow them, he needed to hide and that fast if he didn’t want to get caught in the girls commons and risk to fly from the school. Logan and Patton were already on their way, and Roman ran out of options. Why did they think taking this shortcut was a good idea? Oh yeah, they didn't. Roman did all alone and now that’s what he would get from it. But, the deus ex machina decided to be merciful to him, and made him see that one of the room doors was ajar. So he quickly took the chance and sneaked into the girls room to hide. Thankfully it was empty so he could stay here for a bit. A sigh of relief flooted him, as he took a few steps back, running a hand through his reddish hair.

“Fuck that was close”

Tho he wished to have just climbed after Pat and Lo. Would have been easier and maybe fast enough on second thought. Oh well… too late now. He only prayed he didn’t have to wait too long here. The girls who this room belonged to could come back any minute and they already were lucky enough no one saw them. Plus: He REALLY wanted to be with the two right now. This day has already been stressful enough and today the deadline would end. Which meant Patton would be finally safe… In the past month Patton had to live with a curse. Roman and Logan had been on edge this whole time to keep him safe from all sorts of things that the universe threw at them. Don’t ask how it came to that, just don’t. It was already enough stress to calm his racing heart and get his breathing under control to not make too much noise. He put his ear to the door and- DAMMIT- she was still outside. And not only that, she talked with other teachers and a few students now.

“Good fuck, what are they even doing here anyways?!” ,Roman cursed. He couldn’t stay here. What would they think of him? Standing all dirty and with a ragged jacket in a girls room he didn’t even know? So he began to look around. Nothing. No Vents, no side doors, only a window. Wait… a window. On silent soles he stepped closer and carefully opened the window, looking out. Perfect. Just above was their room, but with no ladder. He would have to pray that the ivy on the wall could hold him. Slowly he climbed on the desk, ready to climb out of the- “Ah, so El Capitano honors us again with his visit”

If Roman had already put a leg outside the window, he might as well would have fallen out. But fortunately he was still enough inside to just let out a startled squee. Welp… there they were. Four girls that this room belonged to. Great… “uh…. ‘El Capitano’?” ,Roman asked perplex while lifting a brow. The girls didn’t seem hostile as they got in and went about their things as if Roman wasn’t even there. Like this was something normal. The redhead came closer with a confused grin. “Wait, seriously? Are you sneaking through so many windows that you already forgot?” His brows knitted together as he tried to recall. When realization hit him, a red flush filled his cheeks. “oh- oh god, yes.”

The girl let out a small chuckle, her friends joined in. “You were so drunk that you mistook our room for yours and wanted to climb up to yours through the window. And you kept throwing spanish word in while you wanted us to call you ‘El Capitano’” As embarrassing as this was, it was also kinda funny thinking back. He didn’t remember much from that night, only that he woke up with a bottle of tequila in a girls dorm with a pink shirt on. He was so paranoid that he slept with one of them, that his mind tried desperately to forget that hungover.

“From that on, always when one of us was about to do something stupid on alcohol, we call it “Don’t do a capitano”” Roman grinned a bit honored. “Well in my defense: If I hadn’t been this wasted I would have nailed that climb!”

“Suuuure” ,a girl sitting on her bed chuckled. The redhead walked to her cabinet, where they hoarded most of their food and pulled out a nearly finished bottle of tequila. “Ever since we were waiting for you to come back and finally get your trash” “You kept it? Couldn’t you have just thrown it out?”

“Is it our job to clean after the man, after he vanished that morning from our bathtub? Without even a thank you for hiding him or saving his stupid ass?” ,she smirked back. “Okay fair.” ,he rubbed his neck, “Thanks for that, but i cannot climb with a bottle in my hand”

“Well guess you’ll have to come back another time then. Now if you allow the question El Capitano-” “Actually my name is-”

“Nope.” ,she interrupted back, “El Capitano suits you. Besides, if anyone asks us whose bottle this is, it’s better if no one of us knows your name. But I’m Ella” ,she shook his hand with a smirk, which he returned. “Now then, Cap. Why are you here?” “Oh well… it’s a long story” That statement didn’t seem to bother the girls much, they leaned forward interest and Roman quickly noticed: They’d be an attentive audience. So he sat back on the table and began to tell them from the most deathly month of his life.

One and a half hours later, Roman said in a braid train that the girls spontaneously decided to form while listening to Roman’s tale. He didn’t know if they REALLY believed anything he said, but at least they were nice enough to act like it and not mock him. Outside the sun slowly came closer to the horizon and the hot summer air warmed the room together with the red light of the oncoming sunset. With Roman’s soft, yet melodic voice, it was really nice to listen to him, while he caught up to the events from today. Where they left the town library and were so close to getting hit by several cars, while trying to escort Patton back to the campus. Dodging a wild raccoon and a bicyclist who just HAD to run him over and ruin his favorite jacket.

“It was like the universe was against us. Well… it had been this whole month, but as we checked the dates again and knew we were close to the end, it was like it was giving us all it had on the home stretch. So we needed to run to the last safe place to wait out the last few hours of the curse. But we couldn’t walk over the campus-” “Why not?” ,asked Edna. Turning around, her braid finally finished by Roman, to face him. Roman’s face lit up a bit red for the second time that evening. “Because my crush was there and I embarrassed myself last thursday in front of him. So he clearly didn’t need to see me all dirty and raggedy. The group let out some soft chuckles and exchanged a few gentle grins. “You are such a himbo, I’m sure he would have found it cute.” “Well ladies, not taking that chance. YET. In this moment all that mattered was getting Patton home safe and- … oh CRAP! I totally forgot-” ,he exclaimed, getting on his feet. “Oh right where are your friends right now?” ,Helia asked. “They went to our room, I need to check on them” ,he said more quiet, putting an ear against the door and fuck- there were now multiple girls in the hallway. He had no chance. Unless… “Hey what are you doing?” ,Ella asked as Roman climbed on the desk once again. “I’m going to prove to you that I can nail this climb” ,a confident grin crept up on his face. “Well then, El Capitano must say farewell now, myladies! But we will see each other again” He received playfull eyerolls from Edna and Mina, enthusiastic clapping from Helia and even a Salut from Ella. “Yes oh Captain my Captain” ,she grinned, having learned about Roman’s love for theater in their conversation. Roman saluted back with a proud grin before he grabbed hard on the thick ivy and other plants that grew on the wall. Slowly climbing up he thanked the stars that their window was slightly opened, but the curtains were closed. Didn’t matter, because with some sweat he made it to the window without too much scratches. Shifting caruffly through the blue curtains that painted the room in calm blue light. He climbed in very carefully, as he saw that Patton and Logan were both in their separate beds, holding hands across. They didn’t seem to be asleep yet tho, since they both peaked their heads up as he climbed in. “Oh there you are, we were already getting worried” ,said Patton, as he carefully put his glasses on. “Sorry, dearest puffball. I caught up with a few… old friends” ,he smiled. Turning to Logan, who mirrored Patton with putting on his glasses, he asked: “How long?” For the first time this month Logan could manage to smile calm while looking at his clock. “It’s still two hours until the sun rises in Azerbaijan”

A bit unsure if he understood the whole concept Roman carefully fully asked “So… we did it?” And he would lie, if he said that Logan nodding smiling, whispering a small “Yes”, didn’t fill him with the biggest joy he has felt in this whole time. A bright grin planted itself on his face as he looked to Patton, who smiled back just as bright.

“What even is your arrangement here? Sleeping across like that! Come here!” ,he exclaimed, picking Patton up, who squeed and tightly grabbed around his neck. “Roman!”

He walked across and put Patton gently down next to Logan, who quickly pulled his arms around the smaller man. Just like Roman who joined on the other side. Finally having their victory cuddle after all these hardships and the fear of losing one another. Holding each other warm and comfortable, even through the summer heat. They didn’t mind. All what counted that they were finally here and finally safe.

Patton sniffed, smiling soft. “Thank you so much, you two… you saved me”

“Anytime” ,they replied in unison. ------ Again, please don’t ask what this curse is and why it’s connected to Azerbaijan. Dreams are WEIRD. But the scene in which Roman climbs back in and sees how they are holding hands across was too cute to not eternalize this moment X3

#sanders sides #fanfiction #my fic #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #logicality #logincecality #Roman is awesome

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