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what brought back that smile? - lando norris

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pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

warnings: kinda established relationship, fresh relationship, curious muppets!, English is my second language!

type: fluff, pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

summary: 5 times when someone asked the reason for Lando's sudden surge of happiness, but he preferred to keep his sweet secrets to himself

more content: f1 masterlist, lando norris masterlist, birthday one-shot

Since Lando Norris broke up with his then-girlfriend Luishina in 2022, no one has seen him this happy since. Of course, there have been moments where Lando walked around smiling - for example, when he won his first race in Miami or partying with friends in Ibiza. On more than one occasion, fans saw him joking and laughing until his stomach hurt with other drivers, but further down the line, everyone knew that the old Lando was gone. The one who laughed through love. The one foolishly in love, who proved it at every turn. Since his former relationship, Lando hasn't bonded with anyone - there were only rumors of fleeting romances or PR relationships. Until recently. In fact, no one knows when it took place. And since when Lando felt like a foolishly infatuated boy again.

THE FIRST TIME: Oscar Piastri When Oscar noticed changes in Lando's behavior, it was not much before the Japanese race. Or at least it wasn't so visible before. Norris was walking around smiling from ear to ear, constantly forgetting what he should do or who he should talk to about the changes in the car. No one paid much attention to it, and Oscar initially tried to ignore it as well, and winning in Miami a month later further eclipsed the spy's thoughts. After all, Lando had won his first race after so long in Formula One and so many times standing on the podium. The Mclaren drivers weren't the best of friends on the grid, but Oscar knew it wasn't because of winning the race. Or at least not just because of that.

Oscar was curious, even if he said very little about his life, the Lando case drilled him from the bottom up. And it started off small.

One morning 2 weeks after the Miami race, Lando showed up for a meeting with a goofy smile on his face. His attention was focused on everything during the strategy discussion, his mind was clearly elsewhere.

“Are you okay?” asked Oscar, poking his teammate under the table. As if awakened from his trance, Lando stopped tapping his fingers against his thigh and turned his head toward the Australian, smiling that silly grin again. “Yeah, all good, mate. “ he asked, tilting his head to the side. Oh, how foolishly charmed he was. “Why do you ask?”

Oscar shrugged. “I dunno. You just seem... happier these days. What brought back that smile?”

The question hung in the air for a long moment. Lando hung his head and laughed quietly under his breath, as if he was thinking whether he wanted to say it or rather not. And that was the option he chose, keeping his new infatuation to himself.

“Well, you know, buddy, I won a race recently. A chance to celebrate, huh?”

Oscar laughed, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else behind that smile, and that Lando was lying right in his eyes. Something - or someone - had brought back that trademark Lando smile. But Oscar decided to let it go for now.

Meanwhile, Lando was smiling to himself. Was it really that noticeable? Could everyone now know his sweet secret?

Such questions were cluttering his mind, but he tried not to worry about them. They were quickly superseded by thoughts of [Y.N]. It was wild how fast she had slipped into his life. What had started as a chance meeting turned into hours of effortless conversation, late-night phone calls, and a connection that had somehow brought him back to life. He hadn't felt this way since…. well, he couldn't remember the last time. And that was the point of it all.

MUPPETS: Carlos Sainz Jr Carlos had known Lando since 2019, so this year was their 5th anniversary of knowing each other. From the very beginning, the men, despite the age difference, got along great. And they soon became friends, too, supporting each other in worse and better moments. You could say they knew each other like the back of their hand, so while Lando was drifting away more and more each possible time during their conversations, the Spaniard had no more questions or thoughts. He was well aware that his younger friend's head was occupied by not something, but someone.

The sun beat down on the lush green of the golf course, the Spanish heat was unrelenting even in the early hours of the day. Carlos set up for his shot, squinting against the blinding glare, while Lando stood to the side, waiting his turn. It was a rare moment of calm before the chaos of the Spanish Grand Prix weekend, and Carlos was glad to be spending it with his best friend.

Until he saw Lando miss every time, which hadn't happened all that often before. Well, okay, Lando was worse than Carlos at golf, but to that extent?

And those constant glances at the phone, which he was so reluctant to leave in the golf cart.

“Ay, muppet. What the hell is wrong with you?” rang out Carlos' voice as he hit the ball.

Of course it flew cleanly where it was supposed to fly. But what's the pleasure of playing as your friend drills a hole in the grass with his club, his other hand constantly checking his phone screen?

"Huh?" Lando snapped out of his trance. This had been happening to him more and more often lately, nay, it had been happening to him for more than three months now.

“You’ve been smiling like an idiot all day,” Carlos teased, though his tone was softer, more curious than mocking. “Actually, you’ve been like this for weeks like not months now. So, tell me—who is she?”

Lando’s cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly turned his attention to the golf ball at his feet, fiddling with his club. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, but there was a grin he couldn’t quite suppress. And in fact, I don't think he wanted to get rid of it.

Carlos laughed, poking Lando playfully on the shoulder. “Come on, cabrón. I know you too well and it's been a long time since you've been this happy. So who's the lucky girl? Who brought back that smile?”

Lando sighed under his breath - he knew he could trust Carlos, he was his best friend. He just liked the fact that he and [Y.N] were in a closed bubble of happiness that they had made for themselves in three months. Of course it was still fresh and nothing was certain yet, but Lando gave in. To whom as to whom, but to Carlos he already had to tell. It was drilling him from the inside.

“It's … nothing serious,” Lando finally said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. “It's just… I'm meeting someone. I'm trying to keep it discreet.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Dude, I've known you long enough to know when you're serious about someone,” he said, and his voice became softer. “And if she makes you smile like that, I'd say it's more than a casual.”

Lando bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break through. The truth was that [Y.N] had quickly become the best part of his days.

“Maybe,” he admitted, finally meeting Carlos' gaze. “But for now it's just … between us, sure?

Carlos clapped Lando on the back, a broad grin on his face. “I’m happy for you, hermano. And don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone. But I have to say, it’s good to see you like this again.”

They both laughed and Lando already knew he was lost. Together, with Carlos, were like the biggest gossips, so he quickly unlocked his phone, even jumping up and down with happiness, wanting to show Carlos some pictures of them together. What luck befell him when he found out that [Y.N] also loves to take pictures.

Carlos leaned closer, curious. Lando pulled out a photo from a few weeks ago - from his once-in-a-lifetime date with [Y.N]. They were sitting on a blanket in a meadow somewhere by the water, the golden sunset casting a warm glow over them. The girl's head was tilted toward him and resting on his shoulder, her eyes were crinkling with laughter, and Lando looked happier than Carlos had seen him in a long time. His hand was on the girl's shoulders, visibly embracing her closer to him.

“I want her to be the one, you know?” muttered Lando, smiling even wider when he saw the notification from her.

LUCKY CHARM: Lando's parents Lando was able to hide his fresh relationship from his friends, from his fans and from the rest of the world. But he definitely couldn't hide it from his parents and siblings. Not even a month of knowing [Y.N] had passed when he vividly talked about how much he had fallen in love and how he hoped she was the one and last woman in his life. His loved ones were damn happy to finally see the most sincere smile of his entire life on the face of this little Lando Norris.

The air around Silverstone was charged with electricity, and the energy of the home crowd gave Lando joy like no other race on the calendar. Walking through the bustling paddock, he felt lighter than he had in years. It wasn't just the thrill of racing on his own track - it was the realization that somewhere among the sea of faces there was [Y.N], watching him.

Fortunately, he managed to smuggle her into a private hospitality suite, away from prying cameras, journalists and fans. They had been seeing each other for almost four months, in truth they were not a couple, but everything was going for it. Lando wasn't the only one who was foolishly infatuated with the relationship; the girl, like him, walked around with her head in the clouds, as her university colleagues or friends seemed to notice more than once. But in her case it was easier to hide, after all, she didn't have a million eyes on her like Lando did.

When Lando entered his private area in the Mclaren garage, he immediately noticed his parents, sisters and brother, who were smiling at him from ear to ear. The entire Norris family had a close relationship with each other, so of course everyone knew about Lando's new sweetheart, whom he had been dating with for four months.

“And there's our smiling boy!” laughed Lando's mother, hugging her son tightly. The driver laughed under his breath, hugging his family one by one, fortunately in a place where the eyes of others did not reach and they could have a moment of peace. “I'm glad you're all here,” Lando said, stroking his younger sister Flo's hair.

“How could we not be here?” asked Oliver, Lando's brother, laughing under his breath.

The atmosphere was great, however, everyone knew this question would come sooner than perhaps it should?

“Well, you know what, tell us where she is,” said Lando's dad, poking him lightly on the shoulder. “You're laughing so hard, I won't believe she's not here.”

“Yes! Show us finally what brought back that smile,” said his mom, echoing her husband.

Lando felt his face heat up, but he couldn’t keep the grin from spreading. “You two don’t miss a thing, do you?” he said, shaking his head.

“We just want to meet her,” his mum said softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. “We’ve heard so much about her, and if she’s the reason our son’s been so happy lately, we’d love to say hello.”

After a moment's thought, Lando nodded. “All right. I'll bring her - but behave,” he said with nervous but excited energy.

Lando slipped stealthily out of the garage and headed for his room, which only he and a few Mclaren people had access to. Although it was a rather hidden place, [Y.N] did not complain. She could wait out the time until the race in peace, just as she could go out to Mclaren's garage and watch it there. Lando made her as comfortable as possible.

When the girl saw him, she raised her eyes and smiled warmly in his direction. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yes, everything is fine,” he assured her, taking her hand in his. At the same time, he forced her to get up from the soft couch. “But… there is someone who wants to meet you. My family is even dying to meet the woman of my heart.”

The girl took a deep breath and smiled. “I'd love to meet them.”

Holding hands, they returned to the hospitality. When they went inside, Lando's mother sighed quietly and immediately crossed the room to hug [Y.N]. “Oh, how nice to finally meet you,” she said, and her voice was filled with sincere warmth.

“She's beautiful,” Cisca whispered, looking at Lando. The boy only whispered a quiet “I know” and laughed under his breath.

Immediately the whole family greeted the girl, hugging her tightly and bestowing kind words on her, including telling her how happy they were that she was making Lando so happy again. And everything was somehow better. His parents and siblings were talking to the girl he'd had in his heart for several months, and everything was going smoothly. Lando was just standing off to the side, keeping his hand on her back and giving her a little kiss to make her feel better. But he was probably the most stressed one there.

Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-start jitters begin to overwhelm him. But today he felt a little better than usual.

“I have to go now,” he said reluctantly, turning to face the girl. His parents moved away to give them a moment of privacy.

“You can do it, you're amazing on the track,” she purred, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently correcting his suit.

Lando merely smiled in her direction and without hesitation placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a quick but tender kiss. This was not how they had imagined their first kiss, but in that moment it was their best memory and the time this kiss could have happened. Lando pulled away from [Y.N], their eyes met and they both smiled at each other, giggling under their breath.

Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-race jitters starting to creep in.

“I’ve got to go,” he said reluctantly, turning to her. His parents stepped back to give them a moment of privacy.

“Good luck out there,” she whispered, her eyes shining with pride. “You’re going to do amazing.”

Lando smiled, but there was a flicker of nerves in his eyes. “I hope so. This one’s important,” he said softly.

[Y.N] reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. “You’ve got this, Lando. I believe in you.”

Without thinking, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a swift, impulsive kiss. It wasn’t planned, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He pulled back, their eyes locking, and they both smiled.

“For good luck,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

And even if he came in third place after the race, it didn't bother him much. He won something better and it was an amazing woman.

HI IBIZA: Max Fewtrell stream Max knew Lando since they were kids. Both could not imagine life without the other person, they were inseparable. Even if it didn't work out for them to be Formula One drivers by their side, it didn't change anything. They were always side by side, and as soon as Max heard about Lando's new crush, he knew this was the one. Norris had never talked so seriously and eagerly about any girl before. And Max liked to tease him about it. But at the same time, he was damn happy.

The warm glow of sunset in Ibiza paints everything with a golden sheen. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell and their group of friends held a casual live stream at their bungalow, which they rented for the whole group of friends. This stream was definitely different from their typical ones, where they played games on two different sides of the screen, but that was good too.

Everyone was more muted than at times when they were playing and shouting at each other. However, the biggest difference could be felt in Lando. He was more subdued, gently but sincerely smiling, and his eyes shone with such happiness that you could envy him.

The stream had been going on for about an hour, and the fans didn't run out of questions. They were inundated with the same questions as always, but today they had more opportunity to answer them because they weren't stressed by the background game. Lando kept getting questions about the Championship, the races, the competition and some side silliness. Until Max caught one significant comment among thousands of others. And of course he had to ask them.

Fan comment: "Lando, what brought back that smile? It's been a long time since we've seen you so happy, and of course that's great, but what's your secret?"

Max looks at Lando with a smile and winks. "Good question," he says, leaning back in his chair. "So, man, what's been making you so happy lately?"

"Oh, you know. Life has been better lately. Beautiful weather, sunshine, we have a beach house. The break from racing is good for me too, my head isn't as busy," Lando replied, playing with his hair and smiling under his breath.

Oh how he lied, how he lied to keep his bubble of happiness calm even longer.

"Really? Gee, I guess I agree with that comment, you're somehow happier lately," said Max, glancing at Lando with a teasing look. He remembered well how Lando had talked down his relationship on the stream, but he wasn't going to do the same to him. "Or maybe you've found a hobby other than Formula One?"

"Maybe," he laughed lightly under his breath, feeling the warmth inside his body. "I guess I just got old and I'm not that rebellious 20-year-old anymore "

"Oh, it's definitely old age, you name it" Max laughed and went back to looking for interesting comments, leaving the matter of Lando's happiness. He wanted his friend to still have peace from prying eyes.

After the stream was over, everyone went their separate ways. Some decided to have a bonfire, but Lando felt he needed the solitude. He walked out to the beach, which they had right outside the gate of their cottage, and felt the cooler evening wind brush his face. He smiled under his breath when he saw [Y.N] by the shore. It wasn't a smile that the cameras could see; he reserved this one for her alone.

The girl was wearing a white loose dress that swayed gently in the wind, and her hair was tousled by the wind. It wasn't a moment before she heard him and gently turned toward him, giving him a beautiful smile. "Have you finished the stream yet?"

"It's been a while now," Lando stepped closer, feeling the sand under his feet surround him pleasantly. "I had to get away from the chaos. And the fans are getting curious, they asked what secret I have"

Girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Secret? What secret?"

Lando smiles mischievously and walks closer. "That I'm the happiest I've been in years." - he says in a quiet but sincere voice.

[Y.N] smiles, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Without another word, she steps into his arms, and Lando doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close. They stand there for a moment, just the two of them, the sound of the waves crashing in the background. Lando takes a deep breath and places a kiss on her hair, pulling her even closer to him. It was the peace he had needed for a long time

FIRST CHRISMTAS: [Y.N] Lando and [Y.N] had been together for almost half a year. Their lives were filled with happiness that neither of them had ever experienced before. From the first day, they understood each other like two peas in a pod, and that's how it stayed. That's why she was surprised by how happy Lando was.

The couple in love are together in the kitchen, with the countertop in front of them strewn with flour and other ingredients for making gingerbread cookies. [Y.N] is wearing one of Lando's voluminous sweaters and humming a Christmas carol, pacing next to the countertop. Lando, on the other hand, dressed in his loose Mclaren T-shirt and Christmas pajama pants, is trying to roll out the dough, but it's not going well. His hands are covered in flour and the dough keeps sticking to the rolling pin. Well, it's easier to say that his whole body is covered in flour.

"Do you need help, chef?" - asks [Y.N], leaning against the countertop and looking at him with an amused smile.

Lando raises his gaze, feigning impatience. "It's harder than it looks, sure?" - He laughs, combing his flour-dusted hair with his hand. "I thought baking was supposed to be easy."

"It's easy, you just have some manual problems," the girl laughs and moves to his side, gently taking the rolling pin from his hands. "Here, let me," she says, guiding him to the side. Their fingers brush as she takes over, a soft, tender moment.

"Sure, my baking queen," the boy laughs, looking at her with adoration.

"You could do the icing." the girl says, pointing to the already made gingerbread cookies.

Lando's eyes brighten, his smile widening. "Icing, huh? That's sounds better." He grabs a piping bag and starts filling it, but as he attempts to pipe a simple design, it all goes horribly wrong.

“Lando!” she laughs, her eyes crinkling with amusement. The icing has spilled everywhere.

He looks down at his hands, dripping with icing. “Well, that’s not what I had in mind…” He shrugs sheepishly.

“You’re adorable when you try, you know that?” She leans in and wipes a bit of icing from his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin.

“And you’re just adorable,” he says, moving closer to her.

Lando’s hands quickly find their place on her waist, and his face is twisted into a genuine big smile. They both giggle, putting the matter of the cookies aside.

“What brought that smile again, huh?” the girl asks, touching his lips, which is also dirty with icing.

“You,” he says simply, and his voice carries a quiet sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. "It was always you"

For a moment, they both stand in silence, the hum of the Christmas music in the background, the quiet crackling of the small fire in the corner of the livingroom adding to the coziness of the apartment. It’s a peaceful stillness, the kind that only exists between two people who’ve found something real.

A/N: i know it's no nut november and this should be smut but i swear when i had a vision i had to write this. i hope you like it because i won't lie, i fucking love it!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez Reaction ✧ Seeing your ex in public

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: reaction, some angst, comfort ✧ warnings: implications of unhealthy relationships in the past in some parts

Hongjoong:

tonight is supposed to be unforgettably wonderful as you're on a date with your boyfriend to see an artist you both like a lot performing live for the first time

instead it becomes unforgettable for an entirely different reason, because only a few songs in, someone eerily familiar stands right next to you

you're not sure if your ex has realized yet that they're standing right next to you, but you sure are aware of it, and you instinctively get closer to your boyfriend

the latter uses the opportunity to whisper something about how glad he is to be sharing this moment with you in your ear, until he too spots your ex standing right next to and he wraps his arm tightly around you

"Wanna get out of here for a minute?" he asks, his mood immediately becoming serious

it takes merely a weak nod from you for him to lead you through the crowd and away from all the people

as you're visibly uncomfortable, he does his best to comfort you until you start crying in his arms because you feel so sorry that now he can't enjoy the concert because of you

however, he assures you that it's not your fault and tells you not to think like that, while doing whatever he can to help you calm down until you feel okay again

Seonghwa:

your boyfriend knows that you have a bit of a difficult history with your ex, even though you're mostly over what happened now

so when you suddenly spot your ex as you're out in public, he seems more tensed up about it than you are

his grip around your hand becomes firmer immediately, and you can tell he's not sure whether he should try to play off his feelings or openly glare at your ex

so you quickly suggest to go take another route to your destination, and when your boyfriend doesn't immediately comply, you get a bit pushy because you currently can't imagine a more awkward situation than those two actually meeting

he does eventually let you lead him elsewhere, but his mood stays the same all throughout your date, until you're finally home and you confront him about it

that's when he realizes he hasn't been doing you any good with his behaviour, and he finally apologizes for it

"I'm really sorry... I didn't realize I kinda ruined our date with that. I just... can't forgive that person for hurting you like that," he explains

and though your date wasn't as fun as it could've been because of that you also understand that his reaction is simply another proof of how much he cares about you

Yunho:

you're on a walk through the city together when you suddenly spot your ex with their new partner walking towards you from afar

them not having noticed you yet, you quickly grab a clueless Yunho by the hand and pull him into the next best store, the poor guy not knowing what's going on at all

"We could've just walked in normally if you wanted to check out this store so badly, no need to pull me in like you're running from someone," he jokingly comments, hoping for some kind of explanation for your sudden change in behaviour

there's serious worry in his eyes for a moment when you tell him that you are in fact running from someone, but he relaxes once you explain to him that you saw your ex walking in front of you and you really don't want to run into them

he understands and so he suggests actually looking around the store you're in for a while until your ex has hopefully passed you by

you end up having fun looking through the shop's assortment and once you're done joking around about the most questionable fashion items you can find inside you've already forgotten all about the awkward almost-encounter earlier

Yeosang:

a few weeks after starting to date Yeosang you run into your ex together

you split up on friendly terms so even now you sometimes talk to each other whenever you happen to meet each other

you current boyfriend mostly stays quiet as you introduce the two to each other, and only after a short conversation and saying your goodbyes does it dawn on him that that was your ex

it takes him literally the entire way home to process that fact and his feelings about it kalsdjföjs

"That was your ex??" - he asks that question in disbelief once you arrive at your place and you can't but chuckle at his delayed reaction

he keeps awkwardly asking questions about your ex throughout the evening until finally you figure out that he's jealous

so you give him a kiss on the cheek and you reassure him that there's nothing going on between you and them anymore

he'll probably need a few more kisses and some time to truly understand that you're nothing more than friends now, but eventually he'll be fine :')

San:

as you're out on a shopping tour he's still busy talking to you about the coat you've both been looking at and that he thinks would look good on you

however, when you suddenly stop responding he finds you staring at something else and as he's about to tease you for getting distracted, he realizes who the person is who's standing just across the street

he doesn't hesitate to take you by the hand, his firm and sudden grip startling you out of your shock and making you look at your boyfriend instead

"Let's get out of here. I know a better place to buy you a new coat," he says, even though it's clear he has a different reason for wanting to get you out of there as quickly as possible

will pull you a good distance away while always keeping his eyes on you, and when your ex is finally out of sight he makes you sit down on the nearest bench or wherever

"Do you need me to do anything or get you anything?" - asks that question while cupping your face with his hand and running his thumb across your cheek

will do whatever it takes to make you feel better and to forget all about that unfortunate encounter

Mingi:

he's a little slow in grasping the situation fully when you arrive at your favourite restaurant and you immediately ask him to go elsewhere

after all you've been looking forward to this date for so long, so your reaction makes no sense to him

that's until you manage to point out to him that your ex is sitting just a few tables away

he still tries to argue that it can't be that bad but you insist that it's horribly awkward for you, so eventually you leave together to find a different place to grab dinner

you can tell he feels bad about not immediately leaving with you as he seems absentminded the entire evening after that

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that awkward for you to be near your ex," he eventually apologizes when you're back home but you assure him it's okay and no big deal

it really is just awkward for you after all, no hard feelings

and so the situation is quick to be resolved in his mind as well, and you spend the rest of the evening having fun together, forgetting about the encounter quickly

Wooyoung:

the urge to jump at your ex and fight them is huge when he spots the person who's suddenly making you tense up

however, with how you're freezing up and stopping in your tracks while staring at them in horror, he knows better than to make a scene

instead he puts his hands onto your shoulders as gently as he can so as not to startle you

"Are you okay?" he asks carefully, as if the answer wasn't obvious - and he realizes how stupid that question was too, because now he's trying to get you to move again without waiting for your answer

positions himself so he's covering the frame of your ex in your vision and once he can see you react to his action, he puts his arm around you protectively and starts walking with you

leads you away from that person first of all, and once he decides you're a safe distance away, he offers you a comforting hug which you accept

in case you have to cry out the shock, he'll make sure to take you somewhere you can do that undisturbed

Jongho:

you're out on a date when you can suddenly feel the mood changing

protectively has his arm around your shoulders and is pulling you close before you even notice that it's because your ex is just a few steps away from you

only when you find him lowkey glaring into a certain direction do you see their face and you shudder

upon feeling your reaction in his hold, he immediately turns all his attention to you and steers you away from that person

"Come on, let's go elsewhere," he quietly says, keeping his voice down in an attempt to calm you down

won't let go of you for as long as you're in distress, and if he does end up getting too far away from you and you cling to him, he'll go right back to holding you close

is going to buy you your favourite snack to share in order to distract you for now, and might even be a little too cute about it and deliberately embarrass himself to make you laugh

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Anyone that has breast tissue knows that shit can HURT . Like, o-u-c-h. And our darling Mikey from TR seem to like to push that envelope a little passed where it should have stopped. Listening to THIS playlist right now but got so hooked on #4 that I'm already tired of hearing it.

C/W ::: Rude bf, boob stuff (play, teasing, mean and not mean, sucking, licking, flicking, pulling - whatever I come up with along the way but that's the gist of it).

WC ::: 2,169 (actual body of fun reading part)

* Gets an unmistakable smirk on his face when you wince and retreat from his touch because he knows for the next week or so, your tits are going to be at their most sensitive. And he can't wait.

* Lays low for a while (hours, not days - because he doesn't want you to think he's up to something, even though he most definitely is.)

* Will hug you from behind and cross his arms over your chest and pull you close.

* Doesn't let go right away when you say "Ow, loosen your grip, my tits hurt."

* Turns you around and presses himself right against the front of your body and buries his nose in your neck, kissing you sweetly and softly.

* Absolutely comes off like he cares and like he feels genuinely bad for you but this is too good an opportunity to pass up.

* He'll pull you into the bathroom and turn the hot water on, making it a little hotter than you usually like it and tells you to trust him.

* You give him the side-eye because what the actual fuck is he up to right now. (You already know because he doesn't let a month pass since this started with him where he doesn't give your aching tits the attention he 100% believes they deserve.) But you go along with it because a hot shower would feel really good right now and neither of you have anywhere else to be - for once - so you play along.

* He undresses you like you're a porcelain doll that is about to shatter if he moves too quickly (don't worry, he'll start moving faster.)

* With each new square inch of skin that he uncovers he lays down the most breathtaking kisses. You can't help but melt under his touch.

* Once he's got you nice and pliable beneath him naked, he will take your hand and look you in the eyes like he still can't believe you're with him.

* He takes you into the shower and turns the water to a light spray (because oh my fuck, those harder sprays can KILL).

* Runs his hands over your body, not paying any attention to your breasts and nipples just yet, he's getting you needy and wanting his touch elsewhere (you both know how much you fold when he's playing with your tits in his special "Mikey way."

* He'll start at your shoulders, rubbing deep circles into the muscle with his strong thumbs.

* His dick starts to twitch to life when you let that first sigh/moan out.

* Knows he's on the right track as soon as your head falls forward/backward - that all depends on where he's standing.

* Asks you if that feels good - knows fuckin' well it does feel good, he just likes to hear you say it.

* Works his way down, kneading your lower back and buttocks - making sure to give them a cute little smack every now and again.

* Finally, he'll come back up and stand behind you, his chest pressed up against your back, his cock rubbing between your cheeks (but not in a "let me fuck you" kinda way - more in a "I wanna make you feel so good you won't be able to handle it" kinda way.)

* He'll snake his hands down to your waist and bring his arms around to your belly and slide them up to cup your tits - one in each hand, of course.

* You'll tense up for a second as he starts to massage your breasts.

* He'll ask you to relax and just enjoy the sensation, and that it's all for your pleasure.

* You'll lean back against him, letting him take your weight and he'll start to move his hands up and down, side to side, making sure to hit every inch of your chest.

* He'll tell you how he loves your tits - loves the way they feel in his hands, how they fill up his palms and then some.

* He'll let his thumbs brush over your nipples, slowly, gently at first.

* You'll shiver against him and he'll know he's onto something good here.

* He'll start to work your nipples over more - circling, pinching, flicking, and pulling - all still very gently ... for the time being.

* He is always on the right track, though. It's fucking Mikey. He knows more than he lets on sometimes.

* Will start to ask you how you're feeling - knows the answer but, again, wants to hear you whisper it to him.

* When you say it - whatever "it" is - he will turn you around and drop to his knees.

* His eyes will be dark and full of lust, but his touch will still be gentle - he knows you're already on edge and he doesn't wanna push too far/too fast/too much.

* First you'll feel his breath against your skin and it only escalates from there.

* He'll kiss your nipples, barely grazing them with his tongue.

* Then he'll latch on and suck, hard.

* Your legs will start to shake and you'll wonder why you didn't just let him do this to you when you had your period when you two first got together.

* He'll remind you, "There is pleasure to be had in pain, sometimes. It's all about context, mamas."

* Waits patiently for you to roll your hips forward because he is the king of calling you the right name at the right time - also, made a mental note that you like to be called "mamas" ONLY when you're ovulating/on your period. Something about the way he says it all breathy like against your ear or your neck or your pussy. The man could start his own religion and you're sure many would follow it to a T.

* He'll keep sucking and licking and biting at your tits until you're squirming against him, desperate for some attention elsewhere.

* He'll reach down and slide a hand between your thighs and start to ghost his fingers over your clit in slow circles.

* You'll buck against his hand and he'll let out a low groan.

* He'll pull back just enough to look at your face as he traces 8's over your, now really, wet hole.

* Asks you if you want him to put his fingers inside you.

* You'll nod and beg him to - you can't help it.

* He'll push two fingers into your cunt and curl them upward, hitting your g-spot just right.

* You'll moan so loud that you're sure the neighbors will be able to hear you. (Neither of you care what they hear, though. If they don't want to hear that shit then they shouldn't be listening.)

* He'll start to fuck you with his fingers, slow at first - and then faster and deeper, his thumb pressed against your clit.

* You'll wrap your arms around his neck and he'll hold you close as you come undone around his fingers.

* When you start to come down, he'll give you a minute to breathe before he gets down on his knees in front of you again.

* He'll spread your legs and bury his face between your thighs, licking and sucking at your clit while you thread your fingers through his wet, blond hair.

* He'll suck and slurp and moan against you, sending vibrations straight to your core.

* He'll push you back against the shower wall and keep going until you're cumming on his tongue, calling out his name and telling him to "never stop, never stop, never stop."

* You'll regret your choice of words because he WON'T STOP and you will have to literally push him away because you're too sensitive and you know he could make you cum a million times before the sun comes up.

* He'll give you that smug look that you can't help but love and he laughs and pulls you in for a hug.

* After you've both caught your breath, he'll wash your hair, his hair and both of your bodies.

* He still looks at you like a starved animal. His eyes are as dark as they were when he first got you in there and there's something so primal about how his muscles move beneath his skin. It makes you want to fuck him.

* And yeah, he knows. He sees you looking at his back when he reaches for the towel on the rack. You're so oblivious right now to things that otherwise make perfect sense that you forget he can see you in the mirror.

* You get out and dry off and he wraps you up in your robe and asks if you want him to rub some cocoa butter on your nipples for you.

* You nod and he grabs some from the cabinet and tells you to go lay back on the bed.

* He'll straddle your waist and scoop some out until he has a generous amount on his hands.

* He'll warm it up in his palms and then start to gently massage it into your breasts, taking his time and making sure he gets every inch of skin.

* He'll look at you like he's waiting for you to say something, but you won't - not yet. You know he's working up to something.

* He'll finally ask if you feel better and you nod.

* He'll smirk and lean down and start to kiss your nipples, one at a time, slowly.

* You'll ask him what he's doing and he'll just smile and continue kissing and sucking your nipples.

* He'll suck hard and bite gently, then pull back and blow on them.

* Your pussy will start to get wet (again) and your hips have a mind of their own (again) and he'll know he's doing something right (again.)

* He'll crawl around your body until he's positioned just right and start to kiss your neck, your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, and your thighs.

* He'll push your legs apart and tell you to keep your eyes on him.

* He'll get back down on his knees and push your legs further apart and start to lick your pussy from top to bottom.

* He'll bury his tongue in your folds and suck at your clit until you're begging him to stop.

* He'll push two fingers inside you and start to pump them in and out of you as he sucks your clit.

* You'll buck against his hand and cum on his fingers, crying out his name - repeatedly.

* He'll give you a minute to catch your breath before he starts to line his leaking cock up with your entrance.

* He'll ask you if you want him to fuck you and you'll nod yes, pleading with your eyes for him to fill you up.

* And he'll tell you that's not sufficient, that he wants you to tell him how badly you want his cock.

* "Wanna hear the words, mamas." He leans down and kisses your neck until you're practically crying from being so turned on. "Gonna give that pretty pussy a high-five with my cock, don' leave me hangin', love."

* You have no idea how you're completely and utterly enchanted by him, but you oblige and turn your head so your mouth is against his ear, "Mi-key, wan' you n'side uh'me, pl-please ..."

* He gets that cocky look on his face because he got you to do exactly what he wanted and he'll push into your pussy - slowly - inch by inch, until he's balls deep inside you.

* The way he moves should be criminal. Like, he hits you right every time - your clit, your whole pussy is so happy.

* He fucks you hard and deep and slow - then fast and shallow - then hard and deep again.

* He'll change positions at least five times, all while fucking you like he's never going to get another chance.

* You'll cum again before he even starts to get close, but he's not done with you yet.

* He'll pull out and turn you around, bending you over the bed and pushing into you from behind.

* He'll reach around and play with your tits while he pounds into you - telling you how much he loves the way they - and all of you - bounce and jiggle against his touch.

* He'll start to rub your clit again and you'll cum around him, hard and surprisingly drawn out.

* He'll keep fucking you from behind until he cums, filling you up and saying your name.

* He'll pull out and collapse on the bed next to you.

* You'll lay there and catch your breath, wondering why you didn't let him play with your tits from the get-go.

* He'll wrap his arms around you and pull you close.

* Asks you if you feel better now.

* You'll say yes and thank him.

* He'll kiss you softly and tell you that he loves you and he knows you love him too.

* You'll smack him in the arm and laugh. "Oh, so you think you can just get whatever you want because I love you? Is that it?"

* He'll shrug and tell you that he's just that good.

* And you can't deny that he is. So you'll snuggle up together and fall asleep with your tits pressed against his chest.

@katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @arlerts-angel

[elliespillowprincess]

SHES MY DRUG

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pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. also this one will be a bit longer than the others! i hope to just make this an ongoing series with no real end? idk yet!!! it’s kinda all over the place

c/w: TIME SKIP??, modern au, reader is in med school, biker!ellie!!, rich!ellie… kinda toxic!ellie? angst, addiction, substance abuse, joel’s death makes an appearance, fluff, fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, race of reader not specified, smut, strap-on usage (r!receiving), cum eating, spit?, tribbing, fingering (r!receiving), breeding kink, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

her name is everywhere now. after leaving your town, her music had blown up more than ever before. 2 years had gone by since the two of you shared your last kiss, and for the first few months the two of you texted constantly.

ellie🤭: how’s my pretty girl?

ellie🤭: hoping to come back soon

tours been getting crazy

ellie🤭:

missing you

it felt like a dream, texting one of the worlds biggest rockstars while she was on tour, her sending photos of her adventures. but all dreams end in you waking up.

you: hey wyd?

you: hoping you’re coming back soon

you: hey ellie?

we haven’t talked in a bit

i miss you.

the dream ended. just like that, you were just another girl. after waiting for replies, you decided to move on. this fantasy wasn’t real, the dream was over. ellie was now famous for hooking up with her fans, videos popping up constantly of her leading them out of her concert and onto her bike, just like she did to you.

you were just another girl.

you graduated university as the top scholar in your small town, liliana just behind you. both of you applied to a med school in new york, both getting accepted. your best friend kept telling you you’ll forget her, but how could you? she was everywhere.

eventually, there were some days you could go by without thinking of her. you decided to quit drinking and smoking, and focus on schooling. you got your pleasure elsewhere; hooking up with whatever girl swiped right on you on tinder that day. they always looked a little like her. if they didn’t have that auburn hair, they had tattoos, if they didn’t have tattoos, they were a musician, etc.

“hey, y/n?” you hear a familiar voice say. “wanna go out tonight? i feel like we haven’t gotten to hangout in ages. you don’t have to drink or anything, promise!” liliana practically begs you. it was true, the two of you hardly had any time outside of schooling to hangout, so hesitantly, you agree. she tells you all about this new club that opened, how its invite only so there won’t be too many people, and how there’s surprise private performers. she got the invite from her boyfriend, and was allowed to bring one extra person: you. you decide to use the rest of your day off prior to your later plans to take an everything shower, shaving and exfoliating your whole body. when you get out, you go to your closet to pick out something to wear, still in your towel. your new wardrobe consisted of mainly business casual clothes and scrubs for lab days, so you push them away and dig through the back of your closet. you go through the pile of clothing, until you hit something hard. you grab it, pulling it into the light. when you realize what it was, you feel lightheaded.

it’s her helmet.

tossing it to the back with a pit in your stomach, you grab three random items of clothing, shutting the door. it was exactly what you wore when you first met her: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you threw the outfit on, hoping to cover up the old memories with new ones. after you touched up your makeup, you, andrew, and liliana started pregaming. you didn’t want to overdo it, but you also wanted a small buzz for this intimidating of a club. your plan was to leave around 9, it was 8:47. “i’m actually excited, i haven’t been this excited for an event in a while!” you say to the group, feeling a buzz. the three of you are laughing and talking until you get a notification, indicating the uber was there. driving to the club, the driver put on the radio. of course, it had to be her.

the loud music and sweaty atmosphere of the club made you feel dizzy. the only thing keeping you from running away was a tall girl eyeing you across the room. she had short, dark hair, freckles, and a sour face as she looked at you like prey: your type. after a while, you notice she comes up to you, asking if you want anything to drink. agreeing, you thank her and start talking. “where y’from angel?” she asks. “nowhere near here, i used to live in a small town, goldwhit grove?” she looks at you like you’re crazy, rolling her eyes. “never heard of it. hey wanna get outta here?” you look over to your friends, liliana dancing against andrew, and remember how mad she was last time you ran off with a girl without telling her. “i don’t know i’m here with my frie-“ your sentence was interrupted but the screams of the drunken club goers around you as they all flock to the front. looking over to the stage, you see who they’re going crazy over. and of course,

it’s her.

she was everywhere, it was like you couldn’t escape and forget her no matter how hard you tried. she’s stumbling all over the stage, and slurring her words. bras were being thrown at her, and she just had this stupid look on her face. like she was loving it. she was looking around the crowd, for what you assumed to be a girl to take back to her hotel, she made eye contact with you. it felt like the whole room went quiet, even though it was far from it. you wanted to scream, call her an ass, throw drinks at her. but found another solution. turning to the girl next to you, you began rubbing against her, feeling her biceps as she wrapped her arms around you, kissing your neck. you did all of this while making eye contact with her.

“i.. i um… sorry guys.. can’t-can’t perform t’night.” she says, rushing offstage. this makes you smile, knowing you got under her skin. you continued to dance against the stranger to whatever shitty music the club put on between performers. then, it felt like the world went back into focus, your phone buzzing in your hand waking you up. “hey hold on, gotta take this.” you say, lightly pushing the girl off of you and pulling out your phone.

???: what the fuck is wrong with you

who is that???

answer me y/n i’m not fucking around

the unfamiliar messages creeped you out, so you simply blocked the number and went back to the girl, making small conversation. then, another one.

???: don’t block me

can we talk??

come to the bathrooms

rolling your eyes, you type a response.

you: idk who you are but leave me alone

it’s weird

are u stalking me??

another.

???: please

abiding by this stranger could put you in a life or death situation, but all of the adrenaline from seeing ellie and the alcohol made you lose your senses. “hey, i’ll be right back. gotta use the bathroom.” you tell the stranger, making your way through the crowds into the shitty club bathrooms. as you approach it, it seems oddly quiet for a club bathroom. you walk in, and instantly feel a hand grab your wrist, pulling you in and locking the door. “hey what the fu-“

then you see who it is.

confusion turns to shock, shock turns to anger.

“what the fuck ellie? you really think you can just ditch me for 2 fucking years and just be like ‘surprise! i’m back!’” you yell at her, pushing her away. “i’m not playing your fucking games, i feel dumb for even thinking we had something! had me waiting months for you to reply just for you to get with any groupie you come across?” she’s not saying anything, and it only makes your blood boil even more. “are you just gonna fucking sit there? i’m trying to have a good night! i caught fucking feelings for you, you made me feel like i was worth actually fucking loving, and you just threw it all away!” she just sits there, letting you yell. “fucking say something!” your voice becoming weaker, trying not to cry. looking into her eyes, you can tell she’s on something. they’re red and blown out, she reeks of alcohol and weed.

“you’re wearing the outfit.” she says flatly, looking at your outfit. you laugh, actually laugh at her. the fact you just spilt your heart out and all she can do it’s compliment your physical traits. “oh.. oh my god. you- you got problems ellie.” you say with a huff, pushing her away and heading for the door. “i’m leaving, and i’m gonna go back to a girl that maybe actually gives two fucks about me, unlike you.” reaching for the handle, you feel her grab your waist and pull you to her back. “please, don’t go.” you sigh against her, starting to tear up. “let-lemme go ellie..” you barely try to fight her grip. she doesn’t do anything, just breathes you in. “don’t… don’t go, please.” she says softy against your neck, her voice cracking. it feels like you’re melting.

turning around, you look directly at her. “i want an explanation.” you say, wiping tears from your eyes. “you told me you’d come back, you told me you missed me. where did that all go?” you look at her with doe, tear-filled eyes. she just wraps her hands around your face and admires you. “it.. didn’t go anywhere. jus’ a lot happened okay? i just need you to believe me.” your faces are mere inches away, and she’s staring at you with pleading eyes. “how can i believe you ellie? you’re not even sober.” she just wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in and hugging you.

then you start to hear crying- no, sobbing. she sobs into your shoulder, trying to speak but unable to get words out. she casts her spell on you once again, drawing you in and making you hug her back. “just… just tell me what happened okay?” she’s barely breathing, and you rub her back in an attempt to calm her down. “he- he died!! he fucking died!” she says between cries. “who? who died ellie?” you say softy into her ear. “joel! he- he took care of me i- i- was so mean to him!” she cries against you. “hey, hey it’s okay ellie, just breathe.” after a few minutes of her crying, she starts to breathe slower, eventually pulling back and wiping your face. “can.. can we go somewhere else please?”

it was like déjà vu, being back on ellie’s bike. you had her other helmet at your apartment, so she gave you hers instead. you were honestly scared, she looked intoxicated, but she assured you she was fine to drive. speeding through the streets of new york, you arrive at ellie’s penthouse, of course. the walk into the building in the ride up the elevator is quiet, the only noise coming from ellie sniffling.

unlocking the door on the top floor, she lets you in. the place was trash. liquor bottles, pill bottles, baggies with unknown substances, different girls clothes. you were a little disgusted, but ellie ushered you to her room, which was much cleaner in contrast. you hesitate to sit down, thinking about how many girls fucked her on that bed. “no girls have been in my bed, promise.” you hear her voice say, sitting down.

the two of you just sit there, waiting for the other to speak. she finally gets the nerves to, and starts off. “i just wanna say i’m sorry, y/n. you didn’t deserve any of this.” she looks over at you with hooded eyes and continues. “when he… died, i didn’t know what to do- it was when i was in london.” that was around the time she stopped texting. “i just.. turned to a lot of stuff for comfort. i didn’t know what to do- i know it’s not an excuse..” she stares at you, waiting for a response. “thought about you every fucking day. honestly.” your heart starts to melt. “i don’t expect you to forgive me, but let me make it up to you okay?” you nod silently. this doesn’t feel real. “please say something..” she begs. your eyes meet hers and you just word dump everything that’s been clouding your mind for the past two years.

“look, ellie, i understand where you’re coming from. i just.. i need you to know how much it hurt me, seeing you get with all those other girls, it made me feel ugly. inside and out.” her gaze softens and she unexpectedly pulls you in for a hug. “fuck. i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever fucking seen.” she says, her head buried into your shoulder. “everytime i was with any of those girls, i thought about you. anytime i was anywhere doing anything, i thought about you.” her words contrast her actions, but her soft words and tears make you start to believe her.

you hug her back, the two of you laying down in her bed. it all feels so wrong, but so right, she was like an addiction; she was horrible for you but you just kept going back. she softly rubbed your hair, causing your eyes to feel heavier and heavier until you fall asleep in her arms.

fuck.

you wake up, and the first thing you see is ellie. she’s awake already. she smiles at you, a genuine smile. you on the other hand, look horrified. “goodmorning.” she says, pushing your hair out of your face. “how’d you sleep?” you’re lost for words at this point. you start to remember why you don’t drink anymore. “i.. um.. i gotta use the bathroom.” you mutter before getting up, grabbing your phone from her bedside table, and locking yourself in the bathroom. you open your phone.

lili🦄: wya?

you slipped off again

where’d u go?

hello?

dude don’t do this again

ur freaking me out.

is that u that i just saw leave?

i’m following u

who is that?

where are you going??

dude answer hello??

you reply with a spew of apologies, telling her you’re safe and you’ll be home soon. “y/n?” you hear ellie shout from another room. “i made breakfast!” what the fuck? it was like she was a different person, like nothing that happened in the past actually happened and the two of you were a happy couple. you unlock the bathroom door, creeping into the living room. your jaw dropped, it was spotless.

“wow! you uh.. really cleaned up the space?” she smiles at you, plating what looks like eggs, bacon, and toast. “couldn’t sleep. i know you usually wake up early so i slipped out of bed last night and made it back before you woke up.” she waves you over to the table. “come, eat.” you tiptoe to the table, still in your clothes from the club the night prior. sitting down, ellie sets your plate down, along with some water before sitting herself down across from her. it’s quiet, uncomfortable. she decides to break the silence before you start eating. “i’m done with the pills, y/n.” she says bluntly. it kind of takes you by surprise, not the fact that she’s doing it, but the fact she announced it so bluntly. “gonna better myself. better myself for you, us.” she says. her words almost feel like knives to your heart, why was she changing all of this now? “i know it’s late, but i want to be better.” you put a piece of bacon in your mouth, swallowing before speaking. “i’m glad, ellie.” you say softly. the meal remains quiet, but its shifts from an uncomfortable to a comfortable silence.

“hey, i have to go home, can you text me please? for real this time.” you say half heartedly. she puts your dishes away in the sink, nodding. “i’ll take you home, don’t want you in those ubers, they’re not safe.”

the next few months consisted of you texting ellie, again. but this time, she came back very often. as soon as a show ended, she’d be on the next flight to new york to see you.

ellie🧸: boarding the plane rn

can’t wait to see u :)

both of your schedules were tight, but you still worked in time to see each other. ellie often cancelled entire shows just to see you, losing all that money. but she didn’t care, she just wanted you to be happy.

you: i miss youuuu

when r u coming back?

ellie🧸:

rn tbh

it felt like a dream once again, but this time, you had a feeling she wasn’t gonna let go. you hoped she wouldn’t. the two of you hung out constantly, going to her shows and being in the first row, her singing directly to you. going on walks at times square, ellie wearing a mask to hide her face of course. and sleepovers at each others apartments. liliana kept telling you to be careful, to not get hurt again.

not only were you guys talking again, but she was making it very apparent to her fans. saying things like “this one’s for my girl, she’s watching at home. see you soon, sweetheart” before playing love songs. even though you guys weren’t official- you haven’t even kissed since your last one almost 3 years ago- she sure acted like it. she was almost always sober, only ever smoking weed or having small amounts of alcohol before performing to lighten her nerves: never with you.

you were going over your neuro notes in your room, when ellie calls you, and you pick up.

you: “hey! what’s up?”

ellie: “i just got off the plane, gonna pick you up in 30 kay? wear something nice pretty girl, we’re going out.”

you: “what? where?”

ellie: “just be ready, kay? mwah i gotta go!”

the call ends and you laugh at how dumb ellie was, making kissing sounds. you quickly get up to find something to wear and throw on some makeup. you didn’t know how fancy you had to be, so you stuck with a tight black dress, black heels, and the necklace made out of pure gold ellie bought for you a couple weeks ago.

ellie🧸: come outside

her text makes your heart skip a beat, and you go out to see ellie standing next to a car. from your knowledge, she didn’t own any cars; just bikes. she was wearing a fucking suit: white button up that she of course didn’t button up all the way, black pants and jacket, and her dumb converse that completely contrasted the outfit. she smiled when she saw you. “ellie? what’s this?” you laugh, going up to hug her and smell her cologne. “y’like it? had it delivered earlier today before i got home for tonight!” she says with a coy smile. you let out a breathy laugh at the fact she can just buy such an expensive car for no good reason.

“it’s gorgeous, ellie.” you smile at her and she pushes herself off the car, turning around to open the passenger side. crawling in, you admire the inside. it was all black, with silver accents and a large carplay module. the passenger side had some photos of the two of you, and your name was engraved into the dashboard. it looked engraved by the fucking manufacturers.

she shuts your door, walking to the drivers seat, plopping inside. “whatcha think? paid a pretty penny for them to customize that.” she looks at you nervously, hoping you’ll like it. “oh ellie, you didn’t have to do this! you’re so sweet.” she smiles. “i’m glad you like it, babe.” she presses the button to turn the car on, and it unleashes a loud roar. as if she couldn’t get any hotter, the car was a manual, and she knew very well how to use one. the two of you leave the parking lot of your apartment complex, speeding through the buildings. you can help but stare at her, as you never got to see her face when she was on her motorcycle. she was focused; shifting gears strategically without stalling. you just stare at her face, her slightly unbuttoned shirt, her hands: your face becomes warm. “something wrong?” her voice snaps you out of it, noticing you’re staring.

“oh um- i’m fine! sorry..” you laugh quietly. “it’s okay to stare y’know? i stare at you all the time.” she says simply. god, she says everything with no fear. “where are we going?” you ask, curiously. “uhh i think it’s called masa’s sushi bar? heard it was really nice.” your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “WHAT??” you ask her, dumbfounded. “ellie that’s like $600 a person!! i can’t afford that right now i-“ “i got it, don’t worry ‘bout it kay?” she interrupts you. “ellie i don’t need to be taken out to nice places- id love to just sit in one of our apartments and watch cartoons.” you start feeling bad.

“you deserve it, let me take you out okay?” you put your head down, feeling terribly guilty. “hey, don’t feel bad okay? this is what i want to spend my money on.”

the two of you arrive at the restaurant, and before you can open your door, ellie screams “WAIT!” before jumping out her side and running to your door, opening it for you with a smile, reaching her hand out. you can’t help but laugh. “you’re such a nerd, ellie!”

the dinner consisted of the two of you laughing at each other, almost getting kicked out a few times for your loud behavior. “ellie! be quiet! that guy has come over a million times to tell you to be quiet!” you say in a loud whisper. when the check comes, you see the total and feel like vomiting. “$2,457?? ellie you’re crazy! i feel so bad let me give you someth-“ you try to pull your empty wallet out but she stops you, “i got it, don’t worry okay?” she tips the workers a large amount and gets up to grab your purse, and walk you out. walking to the car, she opens your door, handing you your purse before getting in herself.

“i have one more surprise, we’re going back to mine tonight.” she says while starting the car. “another? seriously ellie i dont want you spendi-“ “nuh uh, don’t wanna hear it. you deserve this okay?”

the ride home was fast, and filled with tension. you were nervous for what else ellie had in store for you. arriving at her penthouse, she lets you out and leads you to the elevator. you’re shifting nervously on your feet, and she notices. “what’s wrong?” she asks you, stepping a little closer. “i’m nervoussss! what is the surprise?” “gotta wait, sweetheart.”

arriving at her door, she opens it and holy shit. it was covered in flowers, slow music playing in the background. you followed the trail of flowers to the dining room table: the place the two of you spent countless meals together just basking in eachother presence. on the table, was a small white box. you lift it up, having no clue what could be inside. “open it, princess.” she says with a goofy, excited smile. you open the box, and oh my god. it was a gorgeous golden necklace, with an “E” attached to the chain. it wasn’t obnoxious, it was beautiful.

“ellie! what is this?! it’s so pretty!” you smile at her, hugging her. “do- do you like it?” “like it?? ellie i love it!!” you say into her shoulder. the two of you hug for a moment before she pulls you back, pulling a necklace out with your initial on it from under her shirt. everything feels electric, fuzzy, and warm. “let me help you put it on.” she says, gently grabbing the necklace out of the box. you turn around, lifting your hair, allowing her to clip the necklace around your neck. you turn around to look at her, and she adjusts it so it sits centered on your neck.

“you’re so pretty.” she just stares at you for a moment, admiring your features. she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them again before asking,

“can i be your girl?”

it felt like you were floating. her cologne was filling your nose, her eyes searching for an answer in yours.

“i know it’s a lot to ask- i just- i really like you y/n and-“

she’s cut off by you pressing your lips against hers, wrapping your hands in her hair. her eyes stayed open for a moment before the closed, kissing you deeper. she wrapped her arms around your waist, wanting to feel you closer. the two of you stayed there for a moment before you pulled away with tears brimming your eyes.

“yes, yes i’ll be your girl ellie!” you say, laughing deeply and throwing your head back as she places playful kisses along your jaw. “fuck yes, yes!!” she says, laughing with you. the two of you just stand in the dining room for a bit, gently kissing one another before you pull back, leading her to the bedroom.

you grab the collar of her shirt, pulling her ontop of you, kissing her deeply. the two of you spend about 15 minutes just enamored with one another’s mouth, when she notices you squirming, pulling back. “what’s wrong baby?” she asks, innocently. “s’hot ellie..” you say, mascara running and your cherry lipstick smudged. she smiles, dipping down to suck on your neck, leaving dark marks, running her tongue over them to soothe the pain. her lips travel down, meeting the top of your dress. “can i take this off for you?” you nod immediately. “gotta tell me with your words, princess.” you whimper at her request, obliging. “yes.. yes you can take it off els.”

“good girl.” she gently removes your dress, followed with your bra and underwear, leaving you naked under her. “so pretty, my gorgeous girl.” she coos. she begins kissing down your collarbone, and to your chest. she looks up at you as she practically makes out with your boobs, giving equal attention to both of them. she lifts her head, looking at you with lust filled eyes as she steps off the bed to undress, completely naked. you’re practically drooling, looking at her toned abs, perky tits, and the freckles that litter her body. she goes back up to kiss you, before asking, “are you still sure? “fuck- yes fuck els- just… please”

“okay, baby.”

the speaker in the living room begins playing Let the Light in by Lana Del Rey. she lifts your leg, allowing it to limply lay over her shoulder as she slowly lowers her cunt over yours. the sudden contact causes both of you to let out a breathy moan before she begins grinding against you. “so pretty, my pretty baby..” you can barely respond, the feeling of her cunt directly on yours making you dizzy. it feels so intimate, but so right.

“never.. never leaving your side again you understand?” she says between grunts. “you and me- fuck- forever baby.” she’s grabbing at you: your tits, your hips, kissing your face. the air in your lungs feels like it’s being sucked out. “els… please i- more..” you beg. her pace speeds up, her eyes locked on yours. “gonna… gonna take care of my girl ‘kay?” you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “els… m’gonna cum!!” you moan, grabbing at her arms. “me too- fuck- cum with me baby cmon give it to me.”

and that’s all it takes.

your orgasm rips through you, making your vision blur as hers follows right after, riding both of yours out. the room is filled with moans, squelching, and grunts as you both come down from your high. she collapses beside you, kissing you softly and cuddling you. she pulls away for a minute to just admire you. “y/n i.. i love you.” she says, smiling nervously. you can’t help but giggle as you pull her in closer, saying,

“i love you ellie williams.”

1 year later

you were getting ready for ellie’s private concert, wearing the same outfit you wore when she asked to be yours. it was your anniversary, and she was gonna take you out to a nice dinner followed by a surprise after the show was over. “baby? you ready?” you hear your girlfriend say, walking over to her to show her your outfit. “oh my goddd” she gawks over you. “look at my princess.” she says, grabbing your ass as she pulls you in for a messy kiss.

you two were late for her concert.

your heart was so full watching your girlfriend perform onstage. you were right up front, catching each others eye constantly. the sound of squealing girls around you threatened to drown out ellie’s singing. you look around, growing insecure at all the girls throwing themselves at ellie. she was smiling, enjoying the crowd and attention. girls were flashing her, holding up provocative signs. normally it didn’t get to you, but tonight it did.

finishing the concert, ellie’s bodyguards escort you to join her backstage. ellie notices your mood, and asks what’s wrong. “nothing ellie, jus wanna go home.” you reply blankly. “okay.. okay let’s go home yeah?”

arriving at her house, you walk to her bedroom, plopping yourself on her bed. she follows close behind after setting down her bag. “what’s on your mind, you seem sad?” she asks innocently. “the fact all those girls throw themselves at you! i mean, i don’t usually get so insecure, i know you love me jus…” you choke on your tears. “they’re so pretty, els. scared you’re gonna leave me for one of them y’know? i know im not the prettiest, i don’t have the best body-“ ellie cuts you off, jointing you on her bed. “hey, hey. don’t say that okay? you know i only have eyes for you.” she says softly, kissing your forehead. “you’re the most beautiful girl in this world, love. your body is beautiful.” she kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

it was like all your insecurities flew out the window. the two of you were laying on her bed, kissing each other softly. “m’sorry i ruined your surprise.” you say sadly. “hey, you didn’t ruin anything okay?” she reassures you. “what was the surprise?” her face turns a light shade of pink, stuttering. “we don’t have to- it’s was just if-“ you become more interested in what it was. “cmonnnnn just tell meee!” you say, the curiosity killing you. “are you sure? it’s not- if you’re not in the mood-“ “tell me ellie!” she sighs, grabbing your hand gently and placing it over her crotch. your eyes widen and you instantly feel wetness pool to your cunt.

she bought a strap on.

“we don’t have to, sweet thing. we can ju-“ her sentence is interrupted by you kissing her deeply, spit mixing with one another’s. she sat up so you could sit in her lap, her palming the fat of your ass. the two of you already removed all of your clothing besides underwear, the skin to skin contact making you dizzy. the make out session turned sloppier as minutes went by, and you became needier: grinding against her thigh. she noticed, and inquired you about it. “what’s wrong baby? needy for me?” you nod, almost forgetting ellie always wants you to use your words. “want.. want your cock, ellie.” you say, whimpering in her mouth.

“lay on your back, lemme do all the work.”

she helps you pull your underwear down your legs, followed by her boxers just after: causing the strap on to bounce out and fuck was it big. probably 7 inches, extremely thick and a dark shade of purple. you practically drool at the sight of your naked girlfriend in front of you, all strapped up. “gotta make sure you’re ready first, okay baby?” she tells you, gently pushing her fingers into your wet hole. “your so fuckn’ wet, baby. i do this?” you nod aggressively, making her add a second finger. “cmon, mama, gotta tell me with your words, how else will i know?” you loved when she was demanding, it usually only happened when she becomes really possessive.

“yes ellie- fuck! yes it you that made- made me this wet!” you say between moans. after a few minutes, she pulls her fingers out. “suck.” she demands. you oblige, taking her long digits in your mouth and sucking every last drop off. “y’ready? i’m gonna go slow okay?” she says whilst gently pushing the tip in. she goes slow, waiting for you to ask for more before she goes deeper. once she’s all the way in, she’s drooling at the sight of you swallowing the silicone. “can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. fuckkk look at her.” she presses your thighs to your stomach, ensuring she can get as deep as possible. then, it’s like the world is on fire.

she starts pounding into you animalisticlly, watching the ring of white forming at the base of her fake cock. she leans down to suck on your tits, sloppily making out with them as you scratch her back up with your long nails. this time, it isn’t slow or gentle. it’s hot and fast. needy. most of the time, she coos you through your orgasm, going slow and gentle. times like this, however, it’s like she has her mind set on one thing: making you finish. her words become more vulgar.

“fuckkkk look at that pretty pussy baby, she’s just taking all of me huh?”

“all. fucking. mine.” between thrusts.

“can see it poking through your stomach, sweetheart.”

“gonna fill you up, mama. carry my kids?”

the last line makes you moan loudly, as you didn’t know it was something you liked. she smiles, continuing her pace, out of breath. “yeah baby? you like that? want me to fill you to the fuuuuckin brim? dirty girl.” she makes out with you sloppily, drool dripping down your faces. “ellie.. ellie fuck i’m gonna cum!!”

little did you know: she was too.

the base of the strap had been rubbing perfectly against her clit, her pace speeding to make the two of you finish.

“fucking cum all over me- fuck- cream my fucking cock baby. fuckkk”

the two of you scream out, as your orgasms rip through at the same time. all you can hear is ellie saying “iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!!” as you come undone, her fucking you through every last bit of your orgasm. she collapses next to you, pulling out. you whimper at the feeling of emptiness. “i love you so much.” she says, wrapping her hand around your waist basking in the skin to skin contact. “i love you, els.” she kisses you softly, rubbing your plump hips.

“i love you most sweetheart, happy anniversary.”

[artmolonara]

Mixed - A Lumpy Where's Waldo short story.

Kinda a two parter story, featuring the first and last time Waldo meets the Detective. Kinda gets a tad spicy at the end.

Was inspired by two posts by @nami-ramen for part 1 here and part 2 here.

***Please enjoy***

For the first time in a long while, Waldo felt like he was in a rut. Truly, the game was growing stale. The latest detective, what was their name, McGuy? He didn't care to remember. That guy had hardly even kept up with the first chase before fumbling Waldo's puzzle. Extremely disappointing. Waldo felt it was hardly even worth the effort of enjoying the cries of anguish when he ripped McGuy apart.

And so with the 5th victim done away with... or was it the 6th? Hardly felt like it mattered now. It was just boring. Waldo almost didn't see the point of waiting around to taunt the police when they showed up at the crime scene. As if they could even figure out it was him by now. The notion almost made him laugh.

These people were all just a bunch of bumbling buffoons. They couldn't even tell it was HIM committing the murders. Sure, it was one of his alters and he had been completely elsewhere as an alibi, but that was the fun of it. Surely someone was going to grow wise. If they didn't, what would be the point of it?! Where was the fun?!

Waldo found himself groaning with impatience when he heard the sirens arrive. He leaned back against the park bench, foot tapping impatiently as he listened to the familiar commotion coming from where his kill was displayed. Slow police work as usual. He didn't even bother paying it any mind, watching the clouds overhead instead. Who's to bet they wouldn't even notice him, now that they were detective-less... perhaps he can start a bet with his other selves...

That's when a voice got his attention.

Waldo looked back down from the sky to see the figure standing before him. He beheld a young person, late 20s if he had to guess, clad in a heavy trench coat, and with a serious look on their face.

Upon meeting their eyes, they repeated the query of wanting to ask him a few questions.

Slowly, Waldo's eyebrows raised. He looked them up and down. "Are you a detective?" he asked, quite surprised that they would hire such a greenhorn.

The would-be-Detective's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Oh, how interesting. This one is sharp.

They then flashed their badge before asking Waldo for his name.

A Detective indeed.

Feeling that he should properly introduce himself to his new playmate, Waldo stood up to his full height, offering out his bony hand as to friendly greet them with a handshake.

"I'm Waldo, pleasure to be making your acquaintance."

The Detective did not seem as intimidated by his height as most. There was only the smallest rock back in surprise as he loomed over them. Still, there was bravery there, and brazenness, as they took Waldo's hand to firmly shake, looking him directly in the eye. There was recognition in their unwavering gaze, unmistakable. They knew. They had already figured it out, simply by Waldo's manner. How exciting.

Waldo playfully smiled, before leaning forward, cane behind his back as he bowed, keeping eye contact as he brought the Detective's hand up to his mouth as if to kiss it.

The action seemed to startle the Detective, who froze with a look of confusion, obviously not having expected something like this.

Now close enough for the Detective to feel his breath, Waldo paused to look down at the shiny wedding band upon the ring finger. His smile split slightly, revealing a sharp toothed grin.

"My, you are new at this." Waldo's thumb traced the golden metal, "Displaying your vulnerability, in this line of work, Detective?" His tongue tsked disappointingly, grip tightening slightly, "How foolish of you..."

The Detective tensed. A nerve had been struck, and in a spit second, Waldo struck another.

...

There was the sudden pain of dentin entering skin, and with a cry, the Detective recoiled, feeling a wet pull as they did.

The shock of what just happened was near disorienting.

Waldo had bit them.

Clutching the bleeding hand, instinctively trying to stop the blood, the Detective realized another horrific fact.

Their wedding ring was gone.

They looked up at Waldo with disbelief and revulsion.

Waldo just smiled back with bloody teeth, letting out a mischievous cackle.

"Aw, you want it back, Detective?" With a red stained finger, he pulled back his lip to reveal the golden band tucked away in his cheek, "You'll have to catch me first." A fiendish tongue lapped at the blood on the digit, apparently enjoying the flavor. Red eyes flashed with new purpose, blown wide with revelry. "This is going to be such fun ...Good luck!"

With a laugh that would put demons to shame, Waldo disappeared in a sparking bolt of light just as the investigators came running up, having seen what had happened from a distance. The Detective's eyes remained fixed on the spot the fiend had vanished, gripping their bleeding digit as they felt a dark curtain rising. What had they just gotten themselves into?

...

ONE YEAR LATER

...

The service had concluded hours ago. It had been a cloudy day, but the rain that seemed poised to fall never arrived. All the attendant mourners had paid respects, and left the graveyard long ago. All but one.

The Detective stood, staring at the freshly filled in hole before the looming stone.

It didn't seem fair, none of it, that this should feel like their own fault.

But even as they ran a thumb over the raised flesh on their ring finger, where the ring was still absent, they knew it truly was all on them. They had entered Wenda into this sick game from the very start, a game she didn't even know she was playing until it was too late.

And now the game was over, for her. Waldo had won, been the one leading in this twisted dance of his, all to a tune the Detective just barely kept up with. Well, they were done dancing... done with everything... with Waldo, and his... stupid, stupid game...

A crunch of grass behind them, but they didn't need to turn around. They knew.

Speak of the devil...

"It really was a lovely service." Waldo strode up to stand beside the Detective, who kept staring at the grave, "Shame I couldn't attend. I would have loved to give a eulogy."

A red rose was tossed onto the dirt. The rose didn't look like it had originally been red.

"I'm technically not supposed to be here, you know. But it didn't feel right, not saying goodbye."

So he came to gloat... couldn't help himself... the bastard...

The lack of response and reaction from the Detective was obviously not what Waldo was expecting or wanting.

"Off the clock, Detective? Come now, this may be our last chance to talk for a while." He rounded on them, cane planting in the soil, "And I didn't take you for a sore loser."

The Detective didn't look up, staring through his tormentor, seeing only red and white, then just red as inside something bubbled and stormed. There was so much to say, to shout, to scream, but what would be the point of it? They lost her... the one light in this maelstrom Waldo had unleashed onto their life, the one who listened to their theories and comforted them when they had vented frustration at just narrowly catching the monster. With her, the constant chase had been bearable... but now... It wasn't fun anymore.

The clouds metaphorically broke, and their vision went cloudy.

...

Oh dear, have I broken them?

Waldo watched as tears began to roll down the Detective's cheeks. It was a rather strange sight. They were normally so stoic, though he supposed given the situation it was understandable. It almost tugged at Waldo's heartstrings, if he had any. Still...

He reached out a hand, lithe fingers cupping the Detective's cheek, brushing away a few stray drops. Tired eyes looked into his, within their depths was a seething hatred.

There's the Detective he knew...

"You've been an admirable opponent." Waldo smirked as he retracted his hand behind his back, "And because of that, you deserve a consolation prize."

Waldo watched the Detective's expression intently as he leaned forward, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, upon which the Detective's lost wedding band rested, as if presented on a velvet pillow.

The Detective's outraged face did not disappoint. But at the step forward and reach, Waldo retracted.

"Ah, ah, ah, Detective," Waldo chided, a bit mumbled as he rolled the ring around in his mouth, "I have one final game for you. If you play, you'll get it back. No tricks."

The Detective didn't seem amused, but didn't protest either. Excellent.

"All you have to do," Waldo instructed as he leaned in closer, "is take it. But one condition:" He came even closer, halting the Detective's step back by reaching his cane behind them, steady as a wall against their spine, trapping. They were near nose to nose now, and with a Cheshire grin, Waldo whispered the rule.

"No handsss," he purred, opening his mouth again to show off the prize behind fangs, the gold swaying on the end of a tongue in a cobra-like motion. A dark chuckle vibrated from the depths Waldo's throat as he awaited to see what the Detective would do.

...

So, it had come down to this.

A poetic end cap to the dance, just as how it began. Waldo was nothing if not a stickler for the theatrics. But this was almost a step too far. Dare say, desperate?

Waldo's flirtations had not been lost on the Detective throughout the course of their investigation. At first, the Detective believed it was just a sick way Waldo played with his food, as it were. A way of juvenile taunting and an attempt to make them uncomfortable. And while it still was most certainly all that, the Detective had developed a suspicion that there was indeed some genuineness to it. That the monster had a sick fondness for them, as one would have for a favorite toy.

And now, the last game, the last attempt at getting a rise out of the Detective, to revel in their humiliation while satisfying some twisted attraction.

The Detective had a mind to knee Waldo right where the sun don't shine, and leave.

But...

The band clacked as Waldo rolled it along his teeth, gleaming in the faint light with the memory of a promise. They couldn't leave the last bit of Wenda in the maw of her murder. And if they had to play into Waldo's Bug's Bunny bullshit, than so be it.

"Cold feet, Detective?" Waldo goaded them as the Detective steeled themselves, "You know, maybe I'll just keep it, a little something to remember Wenda b-" The Detective lunged forward.

...

There were times when Waldo didn't look ahead. As useful as it was to know the outcome of everything, sometimes he liked to be surprised. Most of those times as of late had been centered around the Detective, as they always proved themselves to be smarter and cleverer than Waldo could even anticipate, able to solve every puzzle, every feat, things most normal people wouldn't even be capable of overcoming. But their Detective wasn't like most people.

And yet, knowing this, they still continued to blindside the maniac in those tiny moments. Waldo had predicted that with such a request, the situation and blatant insult to Wenda's memory would cause the Detective to attack him. Waldo's intent was to leave one last bloody mark on his pursuer, just as he had when they met, the final laugh to leave them chasing forever after.

But instead, a searing pair of lips collided with his own.

For the first time in a very, very... actually, Waldo wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this stunned before. They... they were...

The Detective took advantage of Waldo's sudden astonishment to quickly try and fish out the ring. Teeth clattered together painfully, a tongue seeking out a metal prize, trying to not think about where it currently was.

Waldo quickly recovered, however, and instantly overtook them. Leaning further forward, he tipped the Detective back, delving his tongue muscles past his opponent's jaw, pinning the ring to the roof of their mouth.

Neither party closed their eyes as the game of keep away continued.

Waldo took advantage of this moment to explore a bit, and learned a few new interesting things.

Oh, they have Carabelli Cusps, how cute...

His chuckle rattled down the Detective's throat, causing them to decide to stop playing fair.

Teeth snapped shut on Waldo's tongue, sinking into it hard, but not enough to sever. An admirable attempt, but a bit of pain would not dissuade him.

Yet as the feel of blood began to rush out from the bite, a realization crossed Waldo's mind.

My blood, in their mouth...

The mere though of it... Waldo's eyes fluttered shut with a soft noise.

The distraction was all the Detective needed to wrestle the ring away.

Red eyes shot open. Startled and furious at the outcome, Waldo bit the Detective's lip as they pulled themselves away, hell-bent on having the last word.

The Detective fell back, landing on the fresh tilled earth, crushing the rose.

Waldo stood frozen above, cane in a knuckle white grip.

They both raced to catch their breath. Blood dripped down their chins.

Finally their eyes refocused on each other. For a moment, nothing was said.

Then Waldo smiled, at first wicked and devilish, but then, it softened to just one of wonderment, of appreciation.

"Goodbye, Detective," Waldo sighed, a single exhale of a laugh released before he disappeared, the static leaving the air around the Detective electric.

...

After laying there for a good 5 minutes, the Detective finally plucked the wedding band out of their bleeding mouth, starting at it against the pale white sky for 5 minutes more.

Disoriented, they allowed their thoughts to drift to memories. While Wenda should have been what they saw when looking at this symbolic memento of a bond stronger than death, all they saw now through the golden circle was stains of red, and a laughing smile, along with something else worming it's way to parts of their brain, to root there and never leave.

No, they wouldn't let it.

The Detective slid the wedding ring back onto it's rightful finger.

But it wouldn't fit.

Try as they might, they couldn't get it past the scar Waldo left them.

A laugh echoed back out their throat, weak and rattled, slowly devolving into shuddering sobs to the void white sky. Tears compensated for rain that would not fall.

A rose's thorns dug in deep, promising never to let go.

...

Waldo reappeared in a park, far away. It was a familiar place, nostalgic, where they had first met, the Detective and him. And here, the bench...

A step forward, Waldo stumbled, quickly catching himself with his cane.

Weak in the knees, really...?

But his mind was spinning. It was so... so...

He couldn't find the words.

He sat down on the bench, trying to center himself.

It was over, his little side mission concluded. The fun was done.

His tongue licked his lips thoughtfully, derailing everything as the taste of blood overwhelmed him.

But not just any blood.

The Detective's... and his own.

He mixed the two together on his tongue, a delicious mocktail. The bite the Detective had delivered there throbbed with a pleasant pain.

Losing himself in it, he began tracing his own lips with the tips of his fingers, reliving the sensations, before leaning his head back and swallowing. Eyes closed as fingertips traced the path down his throat, resting over his racing heart.

Detective...

Waldo clutched his chest, letting out a shuddering sigh, his other hand on his forehead as the world spun.

Oh, sweet, sweet Detective...

A raindrop hit his spectacles, and he opened his eyes, just as the sky opened above.

And in the downpour, Waldo laughed, all while shaking his head in disbelief, an inescapable truth bubbling up from within, a fact that he never thought would be possible, not for him, not ever. But even so, there it was, etched across his very soul.

I'm going to miss you...

The drops landing on his tongue were salty, like tears.

...

These were going to be the longest 3 years of Waldo's life.

~Fin~

ALL RIGHT, DONE! God that was charged, no pun, haha! :0) These two, I swear. I went for the good seasoning for this dish, hope you all liked it!

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[turtlesandfrogs]

So, here's the problem: the longer I work in gardening and landscaping, the more I care about the ecological impacts of native plants, and the less I care about aesthetics. Which is a problem, when most clients' primary concern is that their yard looks nice. Which, fair, I just don't care as much about it as they do and I feel like I could be making a bigger impact than I currently am.

So I'm thinking of quitting this job and going one of two entirely different directions, and for some reason it's rather hard to choose.

Option A is starting my own native plant nursery, which would focus on small (4 inch and gallon pot sized) native plants, with a focus on plants that are most important for native pollinators (especially those that are endangered or threatened where I am). There's some competition, but mostly at selling-to-landscapers level and not retail, and I'd want to focus on retail sales.

Option B is to get a job with the state doing some kind of ecological restoration work. The problem with that is my bachelor's degree is over a decade old and I don't actually have the kind of experience to put on my resume that would likely convince them that I can do the work (unless a combination of teaching and being self-employed as a gardener that helps people incorporate native plants and removes invasive species counts, which maybe?). So I'd probably have to take a lower level job and one that's further away to get in, and then work my way up.

Option A has the upsides of: completely setting my own schedule, getting to work with plants most of the time, getting to work with my partner, flexibility to decide I want to start teaching classes again or something. It has the down sides of having to do taxes multiple times per year, and not being guaranteed to work, and either needing to take out a business loan to get started or work at a day job to fund starting it up. Also if it fails I'll have to get another job without have professional references again, which yikes.

Option B has the upside of once you're in state work, it's way easier to get other state jobs so if I burn out of one job, I can hop to another relatively easily, will almost certainly make more money, comes with health insurance and retirement savings, and is likely the more stable option. On the down side, it would mean working 40 hours a week without getting to pick my schedule and it would be harder to take time off than it is now, I'll have to work my way up to a comfortable salary, and there's a lot less autonomy than when self employed. But I'll also have professional references out the wazoo, so finding new jobs should be easier?

One of the things that concerns me is I have ADHD and up until teaching, the longest I ever stayed in one job was almost 2 years. I taught for 4 years, then was self-employed as a gardener for 4 years, and now I've worked for this landscaping company for just over a year (and am grumpy about a) not making much money and b) aesthetics and only providing services to people who can afford us, rather than say, improving the environment for everyone). So I'm actually kinda afraid that if I started the native plant nursery, I would get sick of it after less than 5 years and be starting from scratch again. Whereas with a state job, I can pop over to a new job fairly easily. On the other hand, maybe I'm just doubting myself too much because all of those other jobs were actually really bad matches for me.

Anyway, my brain is going in circles over this. I mean, really, part of me thinks I should stay at this job even though it doesn't pay much compared to what I could make elsewhere (I have learned a lot though, which can be transfered to other jobs) just because it's so low stress compared to any other job I've had in the last decade & because the people are great and the work isn't bad. It just galls me that occasionally clients have ideas that I strongly disagree with, like cutting down a very nice magnolia tree because "it's too big" and I just have to do it because I'm an employee now. Ugh.

[finalresidentevilfantasy]

Promise me Leon.

A/N: Hiiii, I'm back after a long break! Sorry this took so long, I was in a bit of a writing slump but hopefully we're over it and will be posting more content over time.

Warnings: talks of guns, blood, death, major character death, kinda fluffy but hella angsty. No happy endings here. No use of Y/N. Reader is female but no description of appearance is used.

W/C: 1.9K.

Pain, that was all she felt. Clutching at her side as she stumbled down the corridor Leon had carried Ashley down. She lifted her hand from her abdomen, it was covered in blood, all her own. Krauser had managed to throw a knife, the blade landing straight into her, slightly towards the left hand side of her body. Leon had managed to bandage it up pretty well afterwards.

"Shit!" Leon was by her side in seconds, Krauser laying in a pool of his own blood after Leon was finished with him. "You okay? Still with me?" His voice was full of concern as his eyes scanned every inch of her.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." She reassured with a small smile. Leon's eyes found hers and she found herself getting lost in them, as she always did when they were this close. The blue, it was gorgeous, calming. His stare lingered a little longer than usual before he shook his head slightly working on the task at hand.

"There, that should hold until we can get out of here." Leon said, look of triumph on his face. The knife had left a clean cut, an easy wound for Leon's first aid training, he'd managed to stop the bleeding, careful hands worked as he bandaged her up. She swore every time his hand brushed over the skin of her stomach her heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you Leon." She spoke softly, taking his hand in her own, a bold move on her part. "I appreciate it."

"No sweat." Leon brushed off nonchalantly, a smile gracing his lips, he didn't let go of her hand, enjoying the warm, soft feel against his fingertips.

Neither had acted upon it but they both knew that they harboured feelings for one another. The hours they spent together in training, Leon pushing her past her limits to get her anywhere near as good as he was. Taking the time to personally train his new partner, the time they spent together? Who wouldn't fall in love?

"I'm sorry." She suddenly sighed, she'd taken her eye off the ball and that was how she'd gotten stabbed, but Leon was in danger of course her attention was elsewhere. "I should've been paying more attention."

"Yeah, you should." His voice startled her, was she about to receive her first lecture from the man in front of her? But then he sighed "don't scare me like that again. I don't-" he hung his head as he cut himself off. Then, after a moment, his eyes snapped back to hers and they were filled with such a passion, a fire she hadn't seen before. "I don't think I'd survive losing you."

How she wished things could be different as she used the wall to steady herself. She'd stayed behind to distract Saddler, giving Leon and Ashley time to run, get a head start on removing the Plaga's. But she wasn't good enough, not fast enough, Saddler had reopened the wound Leon had closed. Her adrenaline giving her enough strength to knock him out but at a cost to herself.

She knew Leon would be furious with her. She'd dropped a statue between them, giving him no choice but to leave her behind, Ashley was the priority but she also had to make sure Leon made it out, the veins in his arms and face an indication that his time was running out. She was the only one of the three who'd managed to avoid infection but she had a feeling she'd be paying a different price for that.

She stumbled into Luis' lab just as Leon lost consciousness, Ashley breathing hard for a moment before she picked up Leon's pistol, pointing it in her direction. Ashley's eyes blew wide as she took in one of her rescuers state, dropping the gun. Her name leaving Ashley's lips as she continued to stumble forward, focus on Leon.

"Saddler?" Ashley asked and she shook her head in response to her question.

"Just knocked out, I think. I don't think I killed him." She stumbled again as she took a step. "Ashley, I need you to help me get him up." She spoke, it hurt to speak now, not only had Saddler reopened the wound but he'd made it bigger, the blood loss was fast now, a clear trail of blood following her everywhere.

Ashley was quick to help her, bearing some of her weight for her. "You need to sit." Ashley's voice was concerned and rushed.

"No, Ash." Her voice was confident, stern, despite her weakening condition. "Leon, we have to help him." She stumbled further, almost out of Ashley's grip as she made a bee line for her partner who was becoming more consumed by the veins, they were wasting time.

"But you need-" Ashley tried again and she spun to look at her.

"I'm not getting out of here. Come on, look at me, I'm dead weight, I'm a liability. But Leon, he's gonna be okay, he has to be okay, if this is the last thing I ever do, it has to be saving him Ashley." Her eyes were pleading with the president's daughter for help, her eyes lined with tears, Ashley's having already spilled over. "This is my last mission," a watery smile on her lips, "you gonna help me complete it?"

Ashley nodded reluctantly, both women moving to help the unconscious agent up. She groaned as she bore most of Leons weight, his head falling onto her shoulder, Ashley quick to help as they both manoeuvred him onto the chair. She almost screamed in pain, using the last of her strength as she placed him down, she fell onto one knee then, Ashley running to start the machine.

"God, I wish I'd have told you how much I love you." She whispered as she ran a hand through Leon's hair, he looked peaceful, even with the black veins consuming him. "You really are beautiful Leon." She smiled as she watched the black veins disappear, the machine having worked.

Ashley brought a chair for her to sit on as they waited patiently for Leon to wake up and at some point she lost her own consciousness.

*****

Her name. That was all she heard, she opened her eyes, her vision blurry but she could make out the beautiful blue staring into her own eyes. He was crying, she probably looked terrible. She was now laying in the same chair they'd put Leon into.

"Hey." Her voice was weak, how she'd managed to regain consciousness was beyond her. But she was thankful, perhaps she'd get to say goodbye.

"Don't talk." His voice was frantic, hands covering her wound as he placed as much pressure as he could, he was trying to stop the bleeding but they both knew, whatever he did, it wasn't going to be enough.

"Leon, it's no use." She smiled sadly at him and he let out a sob, head hitting her chest as he cried. She saw in her peripheral as Ashley turned away, wiping at her own tears. "Hey." She coaxed his face back up to look at her. He was so sad, she doesn't think she'd ever seen him display so much emotion all at once. He was a mess.

"It's okay." She said in reassurance, a peace was beginning to set over her, something about being in Leon's presence always put her at ease, she felt safe. "You need to go, Saddler's still out there, I'm sure of it, get Ashley out of here." She said as she reached to weakly card her fingers through Leon's hair, hand settling on his cheek.

"I'm not leaving you." Leon sobbed as he placed his own hand onto her cheek, wiping away her rapidly falling tears. "I promised I'd get you home." She knew it was pointless to argue, as much as she probably should, she selfishly wanted to keep him here until she passed.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter." She tried to reassure, her voice growing weaker as she felt her heart start to slow, longer blinks now, breathing was harder. "I wish I could've told you." She said, it was now or never, she had his attention, all of it. "I'm in love with you, I have been for a long time." Her name left his lips in a breath as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"You have no idea how in love with you I am." He spoke and her heart felt full, fuller than it ever had before at his confession, she could die happy now, he'd said it. "If I could trade places with you, I would, in a heartbeat. I'm so sorry I never told you." He was crying again now, almost hysterically.

"Leon, you have to promise me that you'll survive this, you have to carry on." She said, recalling his earlier words, she was losing herself now, everything was harder as her hand fell from his face, Leon quick to catch it in his own, bringing it to his lips as he kissed over her knuckles, she smiled. "Promise me Leon." She said as she took in his features for the last time.

"I promise I'll carry on." He smiled sadly down at her, eyes closing as a full peace washed completely over her.

"I love you, Leon." She whispered before she went still, everything having stopped.

"No, no, no, no." Leon muttered to himself as he began to shake her again, as if he could wake her. He couldn't and the rational part of his brain knew that but he wasn't ready to let go, not of her, he doesn't think he ever will be.

"It's not fair." He suddenly shouted and Ashley jumped as he kicked the nearest table over, scalpels and other operating equipment scattering across the floor. "Why her?" Leon asked no one. He was venting now, his emotions no where near in check, a stark contrast to the Leon Ashley had been used to. Ashley's eyes softened as she watched Leon fall to his knees and sob, she approached him, dropping to her own knees as she took the now fragile agent into her arms.

"I'm sorry Leon," was all she said as she held the broken man in her arms, she wished she could take his pain away but even Ashley, who'd only known the two for a day or so could see just how much they loved one another. A bond that wouldn't have easily been broken, partners who trusted one another with their lives.

Leon took a good few minutes to calm down, Ashley's shoulder now stained with his tears. He stood suddenly, Ashley following. He bent down to pick up his pistol, checking the magazine before he placed it back into its holster. Ashley watched silently as the agent took one final look at his partner, bending down to place a kiss on her forehead.

He breathed deeply, rolling his shoulders as he headed for the door. "Come on." His voice sounded darker, colder, not the playful, softer Leon Ashley had grown used to. Everything about him was colder, his demeanour, everything. "We need to find Saddler." Leon spoke again as he marched out of the lab. Ashley suspected that Saddler was going to suffer a fate worse than death by the time Leon was done with him. Ashley wasn't sure Leon would come out of this the same man he'd started out, the loss he'd suffered too great.

[agent-calivide]

I think the most important part of breaking down Prism as a character honestly is those Robot Trophies we can find. Seeing where Prism starts is integral to who she by the time we see her in the game, flaws and all.

Robot trophy 1:

Morales: Welcome to the Agency, Dr Prism. I must admit, I was surprised a mind like yours wished to take part in the work of our Operatives Division. Prism: Thank you, Director Morales. I can't wait to get started! I really think I'm going to be most useful in the OD. I have some ideas to enhance the agents' capabilities that I think are really going to shake things up. Morales: I'm glad to hear it, my new friend. Just remember -- to shake the nest of the hornet creates a hornet with a shaken nest. Prism: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I'll… keep that in mind.

So, we see that Morales knew of Prism and is actually delighted that someone as smart as her wants to work at the OD. Not the EOD, the OD. It's not the Enhanced Operatives Division, just the Operatives Division. This is likely when Reginald was a field agent, before Telekinesis or computer hacking. Morales has been working as the Director of the agency since long before Phoenix, and he is more than happy to have people work where they want to if they feel they've got something to give.

But he also seems to have this air of having seen things. Prism says she wants to shake things up, and Morales immediately warns her "To shake the nest of the hornet creates a hornet with a shaken nest." Like I've said, this sounds redundant, but when you break down the metaphor, it's a word of warning about the dangers of change. To uproot what the OD has established is going to agitate everyone who's already been working there since before Prism.

We, as Phoenix, think it's really cool that we have TK, but imagine how that would feel for the other agents who were in the EOD before TK? "Hey, you have to get a life altering brain surgery to keep working here that we don't know the full ramifications of, if not you'll get demoted/transferred elsewhere." That would suck! That would be infuriating! Nobody likes experiencing change, but Prism is excited at the prospect of causing it, and that could cause a certain tension between Prism and the rest of the agency.

And that is what Morales seems to be warning Prism of.

Robot Trophy 2:

Prism: It's working! The telekinetic implant is working! Shut down power and get that agent to scanning to check for brain damage. Prism: I did it, Director. I knew it would work. Our agents minds just became a weapon. Morales: A weapon is most useful when the earthquake ceases its blustering. How soon can all our agents have these implants? Prism: Days, a week at most! They should be field ready as soon as the TK implant is attached! Morales: This is a very quick turnaround, Dr Prism… are you sure? Prism: Of course I'm sure, sir. This is just the beginning, and progress waits for no one.

This is clearly the origin of the TK implant, the original agent using the TK and getting examined for damages.

Morales' initial phrase kinda feels like he's telling Prism to stop talking and start moving at a glance? But after digging at it a bit more, I think "A weapon is most useful when the earthquake ceases its blustering" is supposed to mean that the TK, the weapon, will only be useful once everything has stabilized. The creation of TK alone will cause massive ramifications with how the now EOD works, and that's not even talking about how much work goes into giving everyone the implants. The surgery, the recovery time, the learning curve, it's going to be a massive shift that is going to take time, how much time is this shaking up, this "earthquake" going to take for the agents to adjust?

What I think is fascinating is that when Prism gives an estimate of a few days to a week, that is when Morales is apprehensive. He's more than happy to help her get the resources she needs to improve the agents' abilities and by proxy quality of life, but that turnaround time is short. To get the TK implant put in the agent needs to have their scalp cut open, a hole drilled in their skull if not a chunk straight up cut out, the membrane around their brain to be opened, and the chip to be inserted, then they need all of that to get stitched back up and put back in place. That's bigger than a burr hole they would do for patients who have a stroke, and even then they're kept in the hospital for a few days for monitoring purposes. The agent should not be field ready the second that chip is put on. Prism is not taking into account that the agents are people, they need to rest and recover, she's too caught up on the progress that her chips make.

It makes her misguided comment "progress waits for no one" rather disconcerting. Progress waits for no one, including the agents that have long term pain because their body didn't take to the surgery. The agents who struggled to get a grip on the new sense with the TK and died because their TK pulled an explosive too close. The agents who weren't comfortable with the thought of getting life altering surgery and had to resign from the EOD because they didn't want to take the risk. Hell, we don't know if this is one consecutive recording or two separate ones, Prism could very well be celebrating about her chip's success before even knowing if the chips cause brain damage.

And even then, things like brain damage don't necessarily show up on the first, second, or twentieth use. It shows after years of use. Just because that agent's brain didn't immediately melt doesn't necessarily mean the TK implants are harmless, but Prism doesn't seem to care about that. And that is what makes Morales apprehensive about Prism's future projects.

Robot Trophy 3:

Morales: I understand you wish to discuss agent efficiency with me. Prism: Yes, Director. Agent mortality rate is understandably high due to the nature of their work. I believe I can create an agent that does all the work with half the… deaths. Morales: I see. And is this work for the agents, or is it for you? Prism: What does that mean? Morales: The bear that eats the honey soon finds its belly capable of holding the hive. Prism: That doesn't help me. Morales: You have my approval to pursue this artificial agent, Dr Prism. Just remember why the wind blows.

This clearly is Prism's pitch for her working on her robots, and I think it's a strange one. Prism pitches her robots to Morales with the argument that she wants to lower the agents' mortality rate, but this doesn't actually align with her motives that we've seen thus far. Granted the Prism we see in the levels is one who's been working for Zoraxis long enough that her goals have probably shifted, but when looking at the recordings, it really feels like Prism's just saying the quiet part out loud by the time we get to her in IEYTD 3. In previous recordings she's prioritized progress over the agents' well being, be it recovery time or career stability. If we look at external sources, we see that Robutler had a previous model called Robart, and Prism decided to pitch the robots as agents after making it entirely for bar-tending. This all has questionable canonicity due to it being a puzzle game in the discord, but if it's true it shows that Prism didn't have a dramatic loss of a loved one or a moment where she looked at the numbers and felt bad for the agents. She just realized her robot could be an agent and chose to pitch it from the angle of it helping the agents.

And I think this is what happened because of what Morales asks. "Is this work for the agents, or is it for you?" I don't think he'd just ask this to insult Prism, especially when we see how much he admires her work. She's a damn good inventor, and he's more than happy that she's on the EOD, but this seems to be a pattern with her. She's more excited at the prospect of revolutionizing agents, she doesn't actually take time to care about the agents. And that is why Morales stops the conversation to ask what's this about? And he gets his answer in Prism's response. She gets defensive, and rightfully so, that's an insulting question to ask frankly, but it tells him what he needs to know, it's for her. So, he gives another warning.

"The bear that eats the honey soon finds its belly capable of holding the hive." Breaking this down, it's another word of caution. Too much of a good thing can turn bad, or maybe even discouraging her greed with her research. It starts with the good intention, the honey, of minimizing agency deaths, but it can turn sour if you don't know when to stop. It could even be him saying she got her honey, she's made a good legacy with her TK chips and she doesn't need to keep revolutionizing agents. Other fields could use her mind, hell, the TK implant probably could use some work too. Escalating to robot agents because that's where she things the next step of enhancing agents is her taking a bite out of the hive, and that's the start of a slippery slope.

But unfortunately, rather than just saying that, he chose to give a riddle. Honestly, I think these all could be good lessons that would have completely circumvented Prism's retirement, but then we wouldn't get IEYTD 3. Prism is rightfully agitated by these riddles, she wants to pursue her research and gets the equivalent of "what do a Raven and a Writing desk have in common", not everyone wants to have to write a thesis every time their boss gives a bit of advice trying to unravel what the hell he said.

But he doesn't want Prism to leave or give up on her work, she's done wonderful things for the EOD and maybe she's turning over a new leaf and actually cares for the agents' safety. What's the harm in letting her pursue this?

But he gives her one last cryptic word of wisdom. "Just remember why the wind blows." Just remember why we use human agents, and maybe even remember why people want to be agents. Yes, there's a high mortality rate, but that high turnout means there's a high number of people volunteering to be agents. Nobody is forcing them to be here, and while the deaths are tragic, they're something the agents are well aware of. If you're making an artificial agent, make sure that agent is being an agent for the right reasons.

We actually see this in the robots, why Phoenix wants to be an agent is up to the player, but the robots all talk about being an agent to use cool grappling hooks and be badass spies with cool names and driving sleek cars and all the superficial reasons. Phoenix choosing to die at the end of IEYTD 2 is for the sake of the world, for the sake of others. They have a care for humanity and will do the right thing for the sake of everyone. The robots being in that scenario? There's no risk, to value in their sacrifice, and while nobody should have to choose make that sacrifice, it makes their motives for being an agent shallow.

There's no driving "if I don't save the day, who will?" because the answer is… any other robot. They won't look at the people they're protecting as people, just numbers. And that is a risky game when you're talking about saving lives.

Robot Trophy 4:

Prism: Leaders of the Agency. I present to you today: the robot agent. A marvel of engineering, this robot has an estimated survival rate of -- Someone disengage primary power! Who adjusted these location parameters?! Morales: Doctor Prism, we can postpone your demonstration. Prism: No! I just need a minute. THESE NUMBERS ARE NOT BASED ON MY SHEETS! Director, this is not my fault. My robots are more than ready to replace our human agents. Morales: Let us end this demonstration for now, Dr. Prism. Discuss with your staff and we'll reconvene next quarter.

This is Prism presenting her robots to the heads of the agency and giving her pitch for fully ai agents. She's very sure that they've been perfected. But what we see is that half-way through her pitch, something goes wrong, likely something being done with the actual robot in front of the leaders based on how Prism responds when things go sideways. "Disengage primary power" sounds like Prism telling an assistant to shut down something that wouldn't just be a video simulation, something is going wrong with the physical robot, which could get dangerous fast.

What caused the robot to go off the deep end is implied to be the location parameters, aka the location the robot was programmed to handle. We don't know if the robot attacked the Leaders, went off the deep end and started spouting gibberish, or completely broke down, or what, but it caused clear panic in Prism.

And Morales can recognize that, intervening and telling Prism that it's okay, they can just try another test run later. But Prism doesn't listen, she says that the problems with the test run aren't her fault because the numbers they were running weren't the ones she approved in her former test runs.

The issue is she escalates the problem. She shouts that it wasn't her fault and that her robots are more than ready to replace agents. Not that they're ready for the field or ready to be used alongside agents, but that they're ready to take every single agent off the field. This is not the way to pitch something to a board of agency directors. It sounds selfish and inconsiderate of the agents that the agency has relied on for years and suggests extreme change that would make many people apprehensive.

And the thing is, the robots aren't ready. Regardless if it was accident or sabotage, the thing that was modified was the location parameters. I tried to look into location parameters and it was… confusing and statistics heavy and not what I think Schell was trying to imply, but the end point is: The robots couldn't handle modification to their simulation.

With agents, you have to be able to not only think on the fly, but know how to handle a wide array of situations. In IEYTD 3 alone, you go from a mine to driving to an underwater lab to snowy mountains to a volcano. That is a wide variety of pressures, humidity, elevation, and temperature. If the location parameters aren't the statistics ones that I barely grasped and were simply the robot wasn't programmed to handle the space it was in, then that's even worse. Because performing well in a vacuum doesn't actually mean anything. Really, the robots shouldn't go straight from testing to being on the field, they should be slowly integrated to ensure they can handle that sort of work.

And Prism saying the robots are ready to replace the agents really shot herself in the foot. Even if it was said poorly in a moment of panic, to the leaders she essentially just said "the quiet part out loud", that she wants to get rid of agents because she thinks robots are the future.

And that is bad, Morales knows it's bad, which is why he pushes Prism to just stop and try again later. He's not trying to shut her down, he's trying to help her save face.

Robot Trophy 5:

Morales: Thank you for meeting with me, Dr Prism. I regret to tell you your robot training initiative is being put on hold indefinitely. Prism: Okay, I know the demonstration was a disaster but I know what to do. I need kinesium. Our human agents have it in their TK implants, and if I can have access to it for my robots, they'd be unstoppable. Morales: I'm afraid that's out of the question, Doctor. Prism: Out of the question? How DARE you! You don't even KNOW the question! I have created the answer and you can't see it. You REFUSE to see it! Morales: All I see, Doctor, is the most intelligent and creative person I know succumbing to pride. We'd like you to continue your work with the TK implants. Come back to your true legacy. Prism: I won't go back to anything. The only way is forward. You'll see -- my legacy is yet to be created. Goodbye, Director Morales.

This is actually the most transparent we ever see Morales. No metaphors, no talking in riddles, just straight forward "we can't keep your initiative running. I'm sorry it's this way, but we still want you to work for us if at all possible."

His voice is also much more firm and flat as he speaks here, he's not talking to Prism as a friend, he's talking to her as her employer. I'm sure if he could have, he would have found a way to keep Prism's robot initiative running, but he's not some CEO like Zor is to Zoraxis, he isn't the singular head of the Agency, just the EOD, which isn't all of the agency. There are multiple leaders who have to approve of Prism's work to keep it running, Morales doesn't get final say.

He likely broke the news to her because he's her manager. Nothing more. And Prism is convinced that the issue with her robots is that… they need kinesium? This implies that the problem with the robots is their batteries, nothing to do with the pre-set parameters for the test run she was blaming earlier. This could explain what went wrong, the robots doing a test run in front of the heads of the agency, only for them to run out of power and start crashing, leading to catastrophe. But the problem is, Prism isn't listening to what Morales is saying, even when he's not talking in riddles. She's so used to disregarding him at this point because he never contributes anything seemingly of value, that she writes off his explanation without even listening to his words.

You can't be told that your program's getting shut down, then demand more expensive materials. That's not how trying to make an initiative works. Sometimes you can't push forward, you have to take a few steps back, start from square one, and try again from the beginning. If Prism accepted the fact that her initiative was shut down, she may have been able to request they re-try the initiative at a later date. Maybe she could have put more work into the TK implants to learn more about how Kinesium works, possibly even working towards finding an alternate material that works similarly to Kinesium or finding ways to utilize Kinesium in a fashion that would benefit her robots. But she refuses to back down, to circle back and try again later. She needs her robots to work, and refuses to be flexible in finding alternate ways of working on them without agency support.

As Morales says, she's too proud to accept that test went so poorly that the program got shut down. She says that the others refuse to see how she's making the answer to all their problems, but she's also refusing to listen to Morales, to the other heads of the EOD. She says that they don't even know what the question is, but the truth of the matter is they aren't asking it because it's not something they want answered. They would love to have less agent mortality, but not at the cost of the agents. They feel the agents have grown enough thanks to the TK implant, they don't need to keep pushing into animatronic agents. They're enhanced enough.

But to Prism, they're not acknowledging all the work she did. She managed to make working prototypes of robots that could functionally operate as agents! They had one bad test run that happened to have their worst trial be during their presentation to higher ups, how is that fair to her work?

However, she also refuses to believe that the problem is her robots in the first place. That the agency doesn't trust them due to their failed tests run when, really, the agency doesn't want trust them because the agency doesn't want robotic agents. They may solve a problem, but they also create problems that require the whole agency to make massive adjustments that they likely wouldn't like to do in the first place.

These two are having completely different conversations where they're not listening to each other. To Morales, Prism is being consumed by pride and needs to go back to her former projects before she destroys herself over this one failed project. To Prism, Morales is shutting down her research without giving it a fighting chance because she knows what went wrong and how to fix it, but they don't even have the decency to allow her to try again. And this is what drives the wedge that pushes Prism to leave.

Robot Trophy 6:

Zor: They didn't appreciate you. They didn't understand you. They didn't see your vision. I do. And I have access to all the kinesium you could want. Prism: Spare me, Zor. You and I both know you want access to my kinesium research. And you know what? I don't care. You get me kinesium, and I'll give you my research. Zor: That's all I ask. Prism: Then you have a deal. Kinesium is the last piece of the puzzle. With it, my robots will replace human agents, and the Agency will beg me for them. And I'll refuse them my true legacy. Zor: You and I are going to get along, Dr Prism.

This is truly Prism mask fully off. If it was questionable before, here it becomes very clear that Prism never really wanted to make these robots for the agents. I like to think she did, I've wrote fanfics on it before, but this sort of mentality isn't a major shift for Prism from where we've seen her before. She's gone from using the agents' safety as an excuse for why she wants to make robotic agents, to acknowledging that all she's ever wanted was for her legacy to be in her robots, supporting the agents has always just been a plus.

And we know this because when Zor goes after her "altruistic" angle, she immediately shuts it down. Not only does she tell Zor to stop, she immediately gives them what they want for her personal goal of making robots. Someone who's known for harming agents, but like Prism says, she doesn't care anymore. She doesn't have to pretend to care anymore.

Again, there's this focus on replacement. Not protecting agents or saving lives, just replacing the human agents because she feels they're inferior. Not only that, but she wants her robots to succeed so the agency has to grovel for her to let them use them. If this was about agents, she wouldn't be gloating about refusing to allow the EOD to have her true legacy. She'd be more than happy to, or even begrudgingly implement the robots into the EOD's spy divisions. Even if the EOD hurt her, made her angry, resentful, if the initial goal was ever at any point to save lives, she wouldn't romanticize this idea of people getting hurt out of petty vengeance.

Prism and Zor are a lot more alike than we like to think. They both have a mean streak and are willing to hurt people to get what they want, Prism just has the mask of working for the good guys first.

But I don't think Prism is a deplorable, irredeemable villain, I think that this is all so we can see where Prism started and how she grows over the course of the game. In the first level, we see Prism at her worst, where she's eager at the thought of her robots killing Phoenix to prove that they're superior. While it's an inconvenience that they failed, it just gives her a chance to re-calibrate and try again.

Then in the mines, she's disdainful towards the agent, fully believing that their misuse of Kinesium is foolish and reckless, ignoring the fact that it got the job done. The success rate isn't what she's looking at, it's the fact that Phoenix did it the wrong way. Her robots would never do something so against protocol! Then in the car level, we see her so sure that the robot was going to win because she's been preparing Right Robot the whole time for this confrontation. She knows her truck is state of the art, that it was going to take the stupid, human agent a while to get through all of the security measures. And all the while, Prism is priming her robot to take down the agent, the only reason Phoenix survives is they find her notes that they weren't supposed to have access to. They never would have been able to take down her invention otherwise!

When the agent goes to the underwater lab, they see the shortcomings of Prism's pride. That because she gave Zor her research for resources and vengeance, she doesn't get say in what Zor does with that research. Nor if Zor has to tell her what they're doing with it. On Operation Cold Shoulder, Prism is enraged that Phoenix was safe from that explosion thanks to Zor's tech, but really, that's the price of her giving Zor her research. Zor is allowed to experiment with Kinesium explosions and how to make a shield to protect themselves from it without having to disclose that to Prism. Just because she feels it's the wrong way to use Kinesium, that doesn't mean her enemies won't use it like that anyways. Phoenix and Zor have both used destabilized Kinesium functionally as a bomb, destroying a ton of her work both times. It is this rigid sense of the right way and wrong way to do things that make her robots so fragile in this system, and it's something we see her realize in Operation KBOOM.

She hates Phoenix at the start of that level, really holding disdain for the agent, and that only shifts after they save here from nearly dying. She specifically says "Why did you save me?! Saving me makes no sense, my robots would NEVER do that! I programmed them to… I programmed them to follow orders no matter what. They would have -- they would have let me die… Thank you, Phoenix."

And this is where we see a major shift. She gets along better with Phoenix, she sees their value as an agent, and even how the way they think outside the box could help like using the gear as a wrench. It is the agent's ability to see things that can't be programmed or taught that makes them useful, and that's when Prism accepts that agents, or at least Phoenix, is more helpful than a robot.

I don't think Prism should give up on her robots, she loves them and she shouldn't have to stop working on them just because they didn't work as agents. But getting to see her learning to value human agents for what they're worth, seeing her grow to see what the agency sees in them, that is her growth as a character.

[wayfayrr]

You said there was no limit to asks so I hope you don't mind if I also request Four's reaction to a fem!reader with many piercings? (In Chain's world)

(thank you moss ily)

I don't mind at all!!! 💖 Only one type of piercing is the focus here but it is mentioned that reader has more! I hope you like it!!

“Hey Four have you seen a small metal bar anywhere, I took my industrial out and now I can’t find it anywhere. It's a tiny steel bar just shorter than my pinky finger.”

“No, I haven’t, an industrial? I don’t think I’ve heard of something like that before…”

So no leads asking Four either, it’s hard not to sound disappointed now knowing if I don’t end up finding it then it could close up before I either manage to find somewhere that sells them or find a way back to grab another of my own. If only I hadn’t worn one of my favourites the day I was brought here. The disappointment must be clear on my face if Four’s is anything to go off of. 

“What if I could make you a new one!? Would that cheer you up?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you Four, not with everything else we’re dealing with here. The supplies would be better used elsewhere.”

“Nothing is a better use than your happiness. It’s only small right? It wouldn’t take much to make. Besides, think of it as a gift to remember me by for if when you get back home.”

“If you’re so set on making it for me then I won’t stop you, but really, even if supplies aren’t an issue. Isn’t it still a bit inconvenient to make?”

“We’re in my Hyrule right now, so I have all of the equipment and since it’s small it shouldn't take all that long to make, should it? There’s no issue.”

 “If you’re alright with it then, don’t feel any pressure to do it though. Thank you, really.”

Pleased barely describes what he’s feeling right now, or at the very least what I can see flickering through his eyes. He won’t take no for an answer and with the chance of the hole closing up, I don’t think I have the energy to argue with him. 

"So you'll stay with me while I make it right? You'll have to make sure it's perfect after all. I can't give you anything less. Maybe I should start taking your other piercings so I have an excuse to make you more…"

Why does he keep muttering things under his breath like I can't hear him? They aren't really concerning things to hear the things I can hear at least, still they aren't the best things either. He seems very eager to do this for me though so turning him down would likely only hurt him more at this point. I don’t even have to say anything or do anything besides a simple nod before he’s dragging me along with him to his forge.

“Do you want me to make this look like your old one or can I be more creative?”

"I don’t mind as long as it fits. Although… actually if you're going to be making it… What metals do you have to work with? Piercings kinda need to be certain types so you don't get sick…"

“Titanium right? I- I overheard you talking to one of the others about it. It’s a bit more difficult to work with but I don’t mind.”

With how he’s talking about it all, it’s almost like he planned this out ahead of time. I know from the rest of the chain and the games, that titanium isn’t common in Hyrule. While it’s never mentioned in-game, I mean it makes sense that’s what the Hylian shield could be made from. But for Four to have some that he’s willing to use for something like this? It had to be planned.

“I’ll just need to take a couple of measurements if you’re alright with that?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead. I don’t want you wasting more supplies than what you’re alright with.”

Seems he didn’t hear the other half of that sentence, as he’s gently pushed me into a chair so that he can look at my ear more closely. Analysing it with a featherlight touch, rivalling even Hyrule’s as he gets the general sizings for what he’s planning to make. After that it’s just a matter of him getting to work.

[cardicoven]

hi!! could you share any of your experiences interacting with persephone? or how has it felt to communicate with her? or even just fun anecdotes. ive given her an offering and im so happy to worship her... but god theres so little info or people talking about her!!!

Hey! So thanks for the lovely question, its great to hear that your reaching out to Persephone and are looking into worshipping her. I've been working with Persephone for around 3 years, giving weekly (often daily) offering and have maintained an altar space for her throughout that time. I say this not to boast or seem all knowing on the topic but to give some small context on my practice with her. Like many others my practice and worship of Persephone varies with the seasons, I feel her most strongly in Spring and Summer. During this time when light her candle I feel her presence, almost in that way when a Parent/Mentor/Guardian looks in your direction and you feel their eyes on you. When I leave offering during these months, I often experience feedback sometimes emotional, rarely I'll hear an affirmation, 'Thank you' or 'how thoughtful' kinda thing. When I call for her assistance in ritual I feel her behind me, sometimes guiding my hand, or I'll smell/taste something she advises for the ritual, only for the feeling to pass when I lay my hands on the herb/oil/item suggested. When it comes to divination she a dedicated card in my Tarot the 10 of Pentacles (which in my deck is the Pomegranate 10 of Crops, I use the Bottanical Deck link) and in my experience she's always happy to make it appear when she has something to say during Divination. In Autumn and Winter my experiences with her is very different, she feels distant, less patient, she's in the Underworld and has stuff to do. I don't feel her when I light my candles or leave small offerings. Only when I Invoke her and ask for her help in ritual do I feel her presence, its powerful, not stern per se but business esc, she's there to help and her time is not to be wasted. During this time I only invoke her when I really need her, most often in death work, or partially important banishings/protections and I always have a sizable offering at this time. That's not to say Persephone is not comforting or compassionate towards me in the colder months, her attention is elsewhere, and her responsibilities are with the dead.

That's all little heavy so here's a fun Anecdote. A few Years ago, myself and some witchy friends had a Party, there was plenty of drinking and debauchery (we were celebrating a friends bad break up). During a lull in the evening we pulled some cards and did some Tarot, nothing serious just good fun freaking out a few non-witchy friends, nevertheless Persephone had a word or two to share on the breakup, and while I don't remember much of it, it consisted of pointing out the Guys flaws and highlighting my friends strengths. After we put the cards away my friend asked how she should thank Persephone for her insight, I said leave her a wee offering, pour a shot out for her outside. My friend did so and said the following 'Thank for your wisdom Lady Pomegranate', before going back inside and passing out. I guess it's the thought that's counts.

Just gonna finish this off with a small list of recommended Reading since Anon is just starting out, and hopefully it might be useful. I'll link to Goodreads, but you should be able to find copies of these online somewhere if you try to. o Persephone's Pathway by Jennifer Heather: link : a wonderful exploration of Persephone from a modern pagan perspective but not without flaw. (my review) o Greek Religion by Walter Burkert: link : Currently making my way through this, it's academic and a heavy read but so far enlightening. o Old Stones, New Temples by Drew Campbell: link : an older book about Hellenic reconstructionism, reading it atm, so far its heavy but good. o Underworld Gods in Ancient Greek Religion by Ellie Mackin Roberts: link : On my reading list, 'This volume presents a case for how and why people in archaic and classical Greece worshipped Underworld gods.' o Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship by LABRYS: link : I haven't got around to this yet but it's comes highly recommended. Hope this helps, and thanks again for the ask.

[accirax]

(Reminder that you need to click the link that's beneath the screenshot.)

Already read the translation. Hopefully you can too because it's hilarious!

agreed, the three of them (and Jake as well) should be friends. although, i don't know if Drew really has any bullshit for Dan to put up with? he seems like a pretty chill guy. really, it's more Dan and Drew having to try to talk Tom out of whatever trouble he's gotten into now, yet Tom still following his heart and making mistakes constantly.

i'm also going to combine some more of the tweet asks below the cut!

This is actually pretty cute ngl. (saying as someone who doesn't particularly care for aleriya either way (though I can see the appeal/aesthetic))

ooh, they look good in red! maybe it should've been the red team instead of the yellow team. well, then we'd have to put Grett and Yul in red as well. maybe not.

this artist did a great job of capturing all of the detail in the costumes, and i like the kinda painterly brush they used. even though i don't ship aleriya either, they totally look like they'd be the romantic leads of a kids' picture book.

Aww~ :)

stop staring at me with them big ol' eyes-- (/j)

very cute! i like the color palette. sucks that this baby already has to wear glasses, though. imagine your eyesight being so terrible that you have to wear glasses before you can even read.

(or, maybe they're Cheryll's glasses. that would be precious.)

Love the redraw! :)

Aiden looks so over it, lol. as if you wouldn't be doing the exact same thing if James was out there doing cartwheels.

the artist did a good job reinterpreting the pose with the more realistic proportions of their style. maybe i should try doing some Disventure Camp pose redraws someday; that could be fun. although, i'd wager that the next DC thing that i draw will probably relate to season 4, though i can't say that for sure.

AWWWW!!!! X3 Really hoping that we get, at the very least a 5 second cameo of Drew in TomJake, since they all live in Canada. I need it. I miss my baby. He was gone too soon. ;-; I won't lie, I personally do not care for Jake and Tom getting a spinoff story, AT ALL. But I might end up watching it anyway, for the extra lore. And who knows, if it gets enough views and does well enough in the community, it *might* convince Jared and Robert to make spinoffs for other characters. Like Drew. Or Ashley. Or Alec (which is what I'm hoping most for if you could n't already tell).

the pose sort of reminds me of a polaroid that they would show in the credits of the movie to reassure that everyone is having a great time after the plot is over. actually, i guess it has similar vibes to the canon instagram post of Ellie and Tess graduating, so maybe that's where i got that idea, lol.

including Drew as a background gag would honestly be a brilliant idea. like, Jake runs off somewhere, and in the background, there's just Drew holding up a piece of paper that says "???". i have no clue where in Canada Drew and Tom/Jake/Miriam live-- the country is quite large, so it could be an equivalent distance to Ashley living in Texas and Ellie/Tess living in New York-- but given that Ellie will be in the series, someone is travelling somewhere! so it's definitely possible.

i'm pretty neutral on the TomJake series, mostly because i don't know what it's going to be about. in a best case scenario, it's a delayed wrap-up to All Stars, further exploring some of the plot threads that weren't fully developed leading up to and after Riya's win. in a worst case scenario, it's a disjointed collection of mildly confusing fanservice, a la "Derek and Trevor accidentally kiss in the shower." (i actually liked that episode as a whole, but man was that moment in particular cringe.) i'm definitely going to watch it just so that i know what's up, but i do feel like they probably could have better used this time elsewhere (more staff stories, official season epilogue, start s4 faster).

but, Sapphire, if they did an Ashley, Drew, or Alec spinoff, how would they lure people in by putting gay people in the thumbnail??? (/s) mostly kidding, but i'm sure it is true that they were willing to bank on a TomJake series because they knew that those popular characters would get the clicks. if we got another spinoff, it'd probably be jaiden-centric, lmao.

of course, Ashley and especially Alec are also pretty popular, so it's not outside of the realm of possibility! an Alec series would definitely good, to clarify his relationship with Fiore, learn a bit more about his family, and perhaps touch on what Riya's up to after the show. an Ashley show i fear would lack any conflict (because she slays at life so hard), but maybe we could learn a bit about her family too.

They would make a neat duo ngl. If Dan ever made it to All-Stars that is. 😅 I actually remember one Ally greeting where she said she thought Dan was a pretty cool/nice guy and how unfair it was the way Gabby cheated him in eliminations, or something along those lines. I can try to find it later.

oh, these two could definitely make a nerd alliance. throw in Alec and Lake and you'll have brains that brawn and beauty should definitely watch out for.

are Ally, Dan, and Alec the only (main) characters thus far to wear glasses? oh, i guess there's Oliver too. typecast fr.

Enjoy this random art of Lill leading a family of ducks

so cute!!!!! i love the ducks' little hats and scarves. the purple team deserved an animal mascot. i bet Ashley would love to pet these little guys as well :)

Add Dan, Drew & Tess and this book club is complete! 😁

"Disventure HS" intrigues me. is this an AU where they're all students in high school? even if Alec was a senior and Fiore was a freshman, having them that close in age would be cursed as hell. hopefully Alec is just the literal librarian. maybe it's "bring your niece figure to work day".

Ellie/Alec/Fiore/Lake/Dan/Drew/Tess would be a really interesting tribe to start with. i wonder who would get voted out first?

Hm. Interesting chart. The one I agree most with is that I definitely would've liked to see an interaction between Tess and Alec. Those two do have quite a few things in common (quiet, reserved/introverted, level headed, fairly intelligent, logical, lone wolves who like to read, etc.) so I'm sure they would've clicked well with each other. Eh, who knows? Maybe there was some interaction at the motel off camera. Though that is mostly just wishful thinking, since I highly doubt either of them would ever see a reason to talk to the other with how little they know about each other, being from separate seasons and all.

yeah, and Alec was in the Motel for a pretty short amount of time (2 episodes, maybe like 5 days). canonically, he probably spent a lot of that time talking to Fiore and then Connor. Perhaps Ellie and Grett as well.

god knows Alec could use a therapist friend, though. maybe if people started following each other online, they could wind up chatting with each other then! or, i'm sure Alec would read Lake's book someday, so he could at least see her illustrations then.

i think you can probably guess which box i agree with most. (it's the favorite friendship one)

thanks for sharing all of these tweets with me!

[ghostingtheconflict]

PROLOGUE:

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Henry stood at the front of the building. It was a familiar one, for he had seen it more times than he could remember it. New timeline, same old heist that goes wrong.

He couldn't even reset earlier than the bank anymore thanks to those assholes at the C.C.C. Which was a little annoying but whatever, they couldn't stop him anyway.

The middle of the desert was always a wonder for him, hot and scalding the way it is. And yet, there it was, proudly standing, the 'bank’ in question, it was more of a vault if he was being honest to himself, after all there were very few people here.

There wasn't much to do at the moment other than go ahead and start. But this loop felt. Different. He could feel it somehow. 

So, he did the one thing that he could to test it, and approached the side of the building. Waiting to see the 'options’ he had to go with.

And that was when it happened. When he expected to see the disguise or the bombs. There was nothing but completely new things to go on about. No teleporter, no shovel, just new stuff like an option to threaten security.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. This never happened. No matter how many times he traveled all the way back just for the heck of it.

He kinda feels curious on where this will lead him, and so he chooses the first option that feels like it would get him a fail.

> Smash Ball 

The moment he spawns this in, a very familiar hedgehog spins in and knocks him out of the picture to try to get the ball, with a narrator loudly announcing GAME as he does so. 

Reference, his stand and voice of failure simply tells him “And the winner is ! Blue blur !” before he goes back to the options. 

Oh yeah. This is gonna be a fun one. Let's see how much chaos he can cause since the timeline is fucked like this.

A couple of trial and errors in new possibilities are nice. He was starting to get bored of overthrowing Reginald, killing the Right Hand Man, betraying Ellie or Charles, or even working for the government after all.

This. All of this was shaping up to be a new fun playtime to him. So off to the next fail !

> Threaten

Henry jumps in and tries to hold one of the guards hostage to threaten the other by opening the doors for him to steal the cash. But the guard is able to throw him to the ground and aim his gun to Henry's face. 'Should have taken some fighting lessons.’ Reference says mockingly.

> Puffle

He summons a black grumpy furball that seems uninterested in helping in his shenanigans. That is until Henry reaches in his pocket to see what he could use and sees a ring-like treat which seems to make the little guy more excited. He feeds it to the puffball and it explodes into flames, flying around in the air burning whatever it was on its path until it landed in one of the cars. The guards, scrambling around uselessly, try to put out the fire and catch the creature, which gives the opportunity for Henry to sneak by, pickpocket their keys and enter the building while they are distracted.

He didn't see all the fails as of now. But he can always go back for them later.

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Meanwhile elsewhere in the desert:

The Chaos Containment Center, or C.C.C as most who knew of them called it, was not in fact containing chaos at the moment. If anything they were panicking over the new incredibly high amount of chaos that was currently concentrating within an area of the desert. And if the screens were right about this. Henry Stickmin was the source.

Henry Stickmin is not really news in the C.C.C due to the amount of incidents they can trace back to him. A category 9 to 10 tends to do that.

This. However. Was far too different from the expectations of the guy.

Something broke. Horrifically at that. And if they don't fix it, everything that this world knows and understands will break too.

If the source was something like a misplacement or alteration of events as we know it, the multiversal fix-it button would be able to weed out and destroy the anomaly. This never worked in trying to destroy Henry however, to the disappointment of many of the people there.

Not this time tho. Something else is happening and no one has the answers any of the employees working can give. 

The directors in every branch are trying to keep the peace and search for what the hell went wrong. Others have currently barricaded themselves in a panic, some were trying to see if this was the first few stages of a possible apocalypse and so on and so forth.

They knew that their biggest concern and life long enemy was at the center of it. The issue is that through some camera feed they have, they were able to conclude Stickmin had no idea why this was happening either. And that was bad.

If it was a deliberate attempt to cause the increase of Entropy again they would be able to make Henry stop by hijacking some of his powers for an endless loop of fails until he stopped it and let the world progress again without incident. Some of the higher members in the facilities shudder at the thought of one of those happening again.

Seriously, how the hell can someone 'accidentally’ split a continent in half ???

But if Henry didn't know why the timeline broke either. Then something or someone else is in play here. This not only means that there could be someone more dangerous than the kleptomaniac messing with everything, and worse, going undetected, but this could also mean some higher being is interfering or Henry's powers might be developing a little Too Much sentience for anyone's liking.

The thought alone puts fear in all of them. 

Best case scenario ? They put things the way they were before without too many hiccups.

The Better case scenario ? Henry is gone and the chaos levels of the world decrease exponentially. Killing whatever it is that's currently causing this.

The worst case scenario ? Pray to god that their reality itself ends quickly and not with the borders of their world being slowly consumed by whatever all powerful hungry void might come for them.

Hope is thin, and all they can do is search for a way out of the mess that has been created.

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Elsewhere in the skies:

Something happened. They don't know what. But something definitely did.

“So are we just gonna stand in here oooor ?” says Randy Radman.

They all knew instinctively that they somehow could get out of the portraits their souls were trapped in after their deaths today. 

That never happened before, not even when Terrence was the leader, which was one of the most chaotic and fearful years to live as a toppat due to how close the clan was to falling had Reginald not overthrown the man.

None of the alive toppats that passed through seemed to be able to see them either. They didn't have enough chaos energy to be able to.

This however wasn't going to stop most of them from helping their clan anyway. They may no longer be the leaders but they still had loyalty to them.

The issue is that Terrence seems terrified to leave his own portrait. His chaos level was always higher than most leaders. Which was both a blessing thanks to the setting of powers he had which had helped in some situations while he was alive, and a curse due to his reckless attitude.

So the fact the man was quiet and afraid of what could be out there that freed them was something to worry.

“We still don't know how it's possible that we can leave now. And with the idiot over there refusing to talk we have no idea what could happen. Hell for all we know, our souls might get sucked out of existence if we get out of the airship !” Jacques had inquired.

Most of them were pondering on what to do. Sir Wilford IV had other plans however.

“Alright. How about we compromise here, fellas ? Some of us can rotate between the divisions to keep an eye out for anything that could be malicious, anything that might give ya some sort of 'this shouldn't be here’ feeling. And on the other hand, I know for a damn fact that some of y'all are curious on what outside looks like nowadays.” He looks at Randy, who has moved closer to the exit now but stops acting like he was just caught in the act. 

“So if we can spread out and cover more ground while relaying important information to each other we might be able to find this 'issue’ and either deal with it so it doesn't try anything funny with the clan, or try to make it side with us so the government can't do anything too drastic.” Several nods and murmurs of agreement happen. Right now they know next to nothing on how and why this happens. But they sure as hell are not going to let this opportunity slip away.

As they all leave to experience the wonders of the living world once more. Terrence still remains behind. 

The thing is, he was afraid, but not enough to let it stop him from doing whatever he wanted. However, something deep inside him just kept telling him to not say anything, to bide his time with this. Let them think fear is driving him to silence and watch as whatever happens unfold. 

With a grin on his face, as no one else was in their personal hell besides him now, he knew that the promises of nothing but destruction would come soon. To simply wait for it.

He wasn't sure what the 'it’ would be, but he had a feeling he would know it when he saw it.

And he was nothing if curious enough to wait.

End of part 1

Hope you guys enjoy this one for now.

We still have some other PoVs to go through in part 2 so be excited teehee.

[bad-decisionsot7]

Their reaction to you wanting to be in charge. (dom)

-gulps at your suggestion

- "do i get to be handcuffed?"

-"I'll do it if i can be handcuffed"

- literally will only do it if you handcuff him.

-"damn, you're really sexy when you're in charge."

- constantly bucks his hips up especially when you're riding him

-gets a little aggravated when he can't touch you because he's restrained.

- mesmerised by the way you look dominating him.

-"you should be a good girl and ride me like that more often."

-"you want to be in charge, huh?"

- constant smirks and hip bites

-"you know how much i love to watch you squirm underneath my touch, watch your body tremble as i eat that cute little pussy and now you're telling me you want to be in charge?"

-shrugs but finally agrees.

-"you better give me every reason to believe that this was a good decision."

- actually enjoys the teasing and the amount of effort you put into it.

-gets out of breath as he watches you work your way down onto his cock.

-"fuck, let me up baby girl. daddy needs to feel you properly"

-grins and honestly gets a little too excited at the thought.

-"can we try it out now?"

-"you're going to look so pretty while sucking my cock."

- "what do you mean i can't touch you?"

- frowns but continues on with your plan -literally will do anything to make you happy.

- closes his eyes to endulge in the immense amount of pleasure he receives from you while pulling on the handcuffs.

-red bruises and imprints into his wrists from the cuffs.

-"I don't care babygirl i got to watch you suck me off and i kinda like the way you controlled me. it was hot."

- instantly agrees to you trying out the dom role.

- gets way too into it as soon as you bring out one of his favorite ties.

- smirks when you tell him you're blindfolding and cuffing him.

-"oh fuc- don't stop."

-bucks his hips up into you as you attempt to drive him insane with your touch.

- loud moans as you begin to ride him.

-growls as you bite his lip during the makeout session.

- aggressively pulls at his cuffs.

-groans of frustration when you get off of him to have him cum elsewhere.

- wink wink

-"get on the bed baby, you haven't came and you need to be rewarded for that little show you just put on."

- "no."

-"no."

-"i said no y/n what aren't you understanding?"

-"fine, yes."

-"just kidding, no."

-"i'm not letting you take control of me in the bed, no it's not happening sorry."

- rolls his eyes as you continue to suggest it.

-"i am not one to be controlled. i do the dominant role, it's my job."

- finally at his breaking point.

-picks you up before placing you on top of him.

-"fine, do as you please to me but you're not fucking cumming until you're underneath me begging for it, understand?"

- very active sex life.

- always willing to try new things.

- absolutely down for it.

-"wait, do i still get to eat you out?"

-"you're handcuffing me to the bed? that's new."

- stays quiet to focus on your body as you grind and move slowly on his lap.

- groans at the way you slap him when he doesn't listen/comply.

- literally quiet as fuck, only let's out a few soft moans.

- takes his time to enjoy the moment, the rest of the world shut out as he watches you.

- growls when you call him baby boy.

- groans loudly when you two start to actually fuck.

-"you looked so pretty taking my cock and we're definitely doing this again but if you ever, ever call me baby boy instead of daddy again, i'm punishing you on the spot."

-"ooh, girl doms? that's hot."

- smirks when you walk in with your lingerie and toys.

- "that lingerie is so sexy, do i get to rip it off? or is that like- not allowed?"

- loves the way you look as you walk over to him, securing his hands with rope.

- "i'm actually loving this."

- isn't actually loving it.

- doesn't stop talking.

-"wait, why are you stuffing a sock in my mouth babebdbbsksjsjso"

- all of his worry fades as soon as you begin to ride him, pulling on his hair and biting his neck.

- "okay that was actually really really hot and i'm definitely going to need that to happen again but first, can i please fuck you against the wall? i need to hear you scream daddy,"

[itsclydebitches]

Fans use flat arcs as a shield against criticism from the title team. Iroh from ATLA has a flat character arc he serves as a catalyst for the main characters' arcs. Likewise, the girls do influence the world and characters around them but these aspects never stick around long enough for us to see that change. Penny is still dead. Nora is still with Ren. Atlas is still incapacitated. The CCT is still down. The academies are still inactive. The status of the WF and SDC is still unknown, etc.

Iroh is a fantastic example of how to do a flat character arc well (and I love that this arrived in my inbox today because I'm currently crocheting an Appa key-chain lol). Despite the majority of his own journey taking place off screen, the viewer still gets to experience two things. 1. Iroh's off-screen development has a strong impact on the world and our main characters' development, particularly Zuko, and 2. We don't know at the start of the series that his will be a flat arc, so everything we learn about him is new and surprising, despite it not being new to Iroh. It takes the viewer a long time to realize that he's not just a lazy, oblivious, well-meaning but ultimately kinda useless uncle. The slow reveal of Iroh's skills and true loyalty can feel like an arc even though, technically speaking, he's been that way since Episode 1 - we just didn't have the context to see it.

Now, compare someone like Iroh to Oscar. He's not someone who went on a journey to find unity with Ozpin and become a powerful wizard in his own right prior to the series, so the fact that what little development he gets in that regard happens off screen is a problem. There's no surprising reveal for the viewer, no on-screen arc (there are nods to the conflict, but we consistently don't see the resolutions), and Oscar does not successfully help our main cast - from a narrative perspective, I mean. He literally helps them by blowing up Salem, but as a story beat that feels unsatisfying because there was no buildup to that moment, it's riddled with inconsistencies, denies our title team the chance to defeat Salem for the first time themselves, and takes out the Big Bad with a Deus Ex Machina rather than giving the characters an earned victory. Though I'll always reiterate that I love my farm boy, the fact is that his presence in RWBY has only harmed the mains' journey. His presence introduces huge character flaws that are never properly resolved: attacking kids, Jaune's paranoia, the hypocrisy about lying, being totally fine with an ally serving them until he's doomed to disappear. As said, giving Oscar magic undermines a moment that should have been a huge stepping-stone in Ruby's journey (with the threat hanging over us now that it may undermine more, or else raise the question of why his magic isn't coming to the rescue every time it's needed) and, as discussed elsewhere, his very presence interferes with Ruby's emotional arc. This is seen pretty clearly in Volume 9 where Ruby is struggling with being the young hero destined to save the world from Salem, forced to solve an impossible task... even though she is none of these things. OSCAR is the young hero forced into this war via reincarnation, destined to solve the Salem problem if he wants to break his own curse. He is not the helpful uncle serving the hero, he's the protagonist disguised as a side character. Which, for obvious reasons, causes problems when your story is titled RWBY and Ruby Rose is supposed to be the one on his journey.

As for the girls, they're certainly having an impact on the world, but nothing that's reflecting back on them for development. Nothing sums that up quite so well as Weiss' "I'm so sick of leaving places in ashes" as she willingly leaves another place to burn instead of doing something to help. The shield I see against criticism the most is, "But they couldn't have done the thing that would have forwarded their development because [insert headcanon here and/or a stupid in-world claim that never had to be there]!" Why did the girls leave the market? Because a stranger - a total stranger they didn't recognize then as the Knight or Jaune - told them to run. That's it. Complete stranger gave them an order and they did it, despite being perfectly capable of taking on more of Neo's clones/helping the civilians. Even if that wasn't a flimsy excuse to keep them from developing, the issue is always, "Why would RT write it this way?" rather than "Why would you ignore our in-world explanation for this? Clearly you're not paying attention/approaching RWBY in bad faith." The explanation is the problem, either because it doesn't hold up under scrutiny or because it's existence shouldn't be upheld over the chance for good, strong, forward-moving writing. RWBY is Volumes worth of the Supergirl problem: "Uh, she has to dress like that because she gets her power from the sun. Duh 🙄" You're missing the larger point that the writers chose to create a scenario in which they could dress their supehero in scantily-clad clothing, excuse it through lore they also made up, and then have fans like you defend it like these choices stem from the Sacred Texts of Absolute Truth and Historical Accuracy rather than a fictional story that someone made up at every turn. Team RWBY isn't developing because the writers aren't writing that, but many fans act as if they're real girls in a real world who are bound by those realities. "You can't expect a bunch of teenagers to go fight when they're exhausted and their friend is injured!" Of course I can because they're fictional characters whose entire purpose is to tell a good story. Sitting in a mansion while the city is swarmed with monsters, after a Volume of taking the moral high ground over protecting civilians, and while the B Team confronts the villain instead of our protagonist does not a good story make.

[moonypears-blog]

"Low-key I feel like he'd be the kinda man to read straight romance books and heavily judge the main characters' questionable relationship choices, pointing out all of the red flags and icks."

Okay, so, new headcanon accepted, because I can absolutely see him doing this! I wouldn't put jotting notes and criticisms in the margins past him either, especially if it's an especially egregious error.

I can see this being something he winds up sharing with Sofia when she hits her teen years, too, in a book buddies kind of way (and obviously avoiding any spicy books). It's fun to picture them talking about books and characters together and getting super over-invested. Whenever he starts getting too disparaging of a love interest for being too unworthy of the main character, Sofia just pipes up with, "He/she should rob a small child and take over [love interest]'s kingdom!"

Cedric: Ha ha, very funny, but also yes. [Main character] would be a smashing ruler, and they could take the small child as their apprentice afterwards and teach them evil.

Sofia: But it turns out that the small child is only going along with it because they see how cool [Main Character] really is, and took the apprenticeship so they'd have a chance to lure them back to the side of good!

Cedric: (mock gasp with a hand to his chest, trying not to smile) How dastardly!

Yes! All of this yes! I could see Sofia being really innocent and accidentally choosing a spicy book, showing it to Cedric before she reads it because book buddies, he takes one look at it and snatches it out of her hands, throwing it elsewhere. When she asks why he just says "No," before grabbing a PG book off of his shelf with a similar premise and puts that in her hands with a head pat.

They'd also take trips to the village library together, probably curling up on the couches and reading together. Reading the same book or parallel play. Also in romance books if the male main character did something disrespectful or wrong to the female main character, he'd point and tell Sofia "This, this right here, if a man ever does this to you, you come back to me with a name and address, understand?"

[tarotofzhivasmoon]

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Pile 1

The most significant moment in your connection is going to be the moment in which the two of you are going to drop your masks and stop pretending you are someone you’re not for the sake of this relationship. It seems like either one or both of you have a tendency of not being your authentic selves, in various types of way you’re just not letting the full, raw selves shine into this relationship and you’re just playing some form of mind games or relational games that aren’t really helpful in building a close intimacy. This is actually attainable through gaining an abundance of knowledge about what happened in the past, in your lives, and that has made you feel betrayed or that you couldn’t really be who you actually are in relationships with people because they won’t accept you if you actually show yourselves vulnerably. Both of you are dimming your light without even realizing it, the world might’ve made you believe that however you are is wrong, you should be ashamed of yourselves because no one is going to want to deal with you as you are right now and so you started shining less and less and by taking in those terrible words that other people who were also too afraid or intimidated by your light spew at you, like they were your own, like it was true and you actually couldn’t really be yourself. Those words became your words, your thoughts and what you actually believed in and they actually systematized in your mind and they seem to be running your life right now. One or both of you might’ve become extremely independent, adopted a mindset that you don’t need anyone, that you’re whole on your own to protect the little parts of yourselves that you still felt like you had ownership over, this happened overtime, it wasn’t the first response because I do see that the influence of other people’s opinions was really strong in the past and as a coping mechanism you developed a whole lot of defenses to be able to keep yourselves safe from other critiques that you didn’t really want to hear.

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Pile 2

The most significant moment in your connection is that in which you both, together and individually, are going to accept the fact that it is your responsibility to change and to make different decisions, but also this pile seems like you’ve been thinking about moving to a different place, of living home and start a new home or new traditions elsewhere. There’s been a real resistance towards change, towards doing and being better within this connection, it’s all been extremely difficult, it seemed like there’s been ‘fate’ dictating your experiences and that it was kinda fated for the two of you to suffer or to actually not have such a great experience with each other when in reality fate isn’t the one who’s actually actively bringing you challenges, it’s your own inability to transform within yourselves and take accountability for your own actions. I see that there might be some resentment here, some aggression too towards one another, towards what the other is doing and it might be very easy when you’re pointing fingers to get into a victim mindset of “why me” or “why is this happening to me” and the connections that are being made internally are that your own suffering is actually caused by the other person, the other isn’t allowing you to be happy, the other is the one who’s actually out there to get you and you’re this small little person that is powerless, that can’t do anything about it because the ‘fault’ is placed elsewhere, the cause is outside of you and this dynamic might’ve been playing a whole lot of time in your relationship in which that blame has been like a ball that kept absorbing every drop of blame you were talking in it and then passing it to each other, it s grown bigger and bigger and bigger until you no longer can pass it as easily, and the only thing it is doing is actually create and put distance between you two. That blame has gotten to be so big that you can’t see each other, you can only hear each other and now you’re both feeling isolated, lonely, too far away from each other physically and emotionally cause of this little blame game that you’ve played to protect your egos.

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