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[applepies-and-starlight]

Hi hi it's 1am here and the thoughts are Not Great so scroll past if you don't want to see the pettiest vent in your life 'k thanks ♡

So you know that post about me being scared about sharing my work if it isn't the popular opinion or anything generally commonly appealing? Yeah so as I was typing out the tags my brain threw a core memory at my face and went "you absolutely know why"

Anywau basically like, i was an undertale fan during the undertale renissance (is that how you spell it?) And i was fucking OBSESSED over glitchtale (until early season 2 + before camila was outed to be a shitbag) and thought glithtale was very very cool

Ankther thing is that i was a chronic deviantart scroller at the tjme (also on google images) and i love lovr loooooved looking at people's art

So i was like "hey i could do that too!" And started making fanart for glitchtale, specifically that final battle part where they're in The Orb™ in s1

I was doing it in school because at this point everyone was basically just hanging out (my elementary's system was 1st grade to 6th grade (i was... 5th grade iirc) And also had this weird systen where the younger half of elementary would go home 2 hours earlier than the older half (1pm), idk why) and like, because there was literally just 4 people here because small school, i showed my wip to the other 3 people present in the area

They made fun of it

Yeag,,

They made fun of. Basically Everything.

The thing that primarily stuck with me was how they teased about frisk's posing and the overall edginess of the piece, but mostly how frisk looked stypid (which, 1. Y'all play fnaf and brag that you're cool though kids you don't have room to talk; 2. It was The Orb™ fight,,, of course it was gonna be edgy,,,,)

It's somewhere in a landfill now, i threw it in the trash and never fished it out... probably decomposed by now, it's been 8 years (holy shit it's been 8 years)

I... think they apologized? Idk i just know they had a "wait shit no-" moment when i threw it in the trash but i was already mad about it so, yeag

Like... i like to say that it doesn't affect me that badly anymore but i'm pretty sure it still is? I literally can't look at my art anymore without thinking of how bad it looks compared to everyone else's and i also am physically unable to Not agree with others (i literally forced myself to hate homura akemi pmmm because a friend didn't see the nuance in her character and just relegated her to "bitch" lmao) and Good Lird i have crippling perfectionism because if 1 person hates it then everyone does right??? Lmao

Deadass nowadays i just can't bring myself to make or share any ideas or pick up anything creative because i HAVE to get it perfect in 1 go otherwise i'll be ridiculed for it; I'm Trying to outgrow these problems but it's jist So Dicking Hard akfjshdjdhr and it seriously doesn't help tjat there was a seperare (smaller) incident where i found one of my drawings crumpled on the floor by someone

Man i'm kinda fucked up am i?

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Online Matchup 12

Summery: Something seems to be going on with Jason. Instead of pushing him, Y/n lets him be and talks to friends.

Warning: swearing

I Tag list: @teapartydreams @adorabluesposts

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A/n: Happy holidays! Have a filler, it’s a little angsty but it ends in a happy. I know I've been just posting just this pic. I'm having a bit of a hard time ending the other fics but hope to get them done in January. That is my goal.

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March 22

Y/N (7:37 am)

How’d it going today?

Y/n (8:58am)

I burnt my breakfast

I don’t even know how that happened

I looked away for a minute and the next thing I know

The smoke detector went off and there’s smoke in the kitchen

D:

I’m so sad

Now I don’t have anything to eat and I’m late for school

Y/n (10:00am)

I am not sure why I thought getting my engineering degree was a good idea

Nothing my teacher is saying is making sense

I want to go home

Y/N (1:28pm)

So, classes are done but now I have to work

With the amount of sleep I didn’t get

Work is the last thing I want to do

Y/n (3:43pm)

I made another fire again today

Downside, they docked my pay a little

Upside, I get to go home early today

So there’s that

Y/n (4:39 pm)

I hope you’re doing okay

Y/n (5:04 pm)

Hey Steph?

Is Jason okay?

Stephanie

What do you mean?

Y/n

I don’t know

I haven’t heard from him today

I just want to know if he’s okay

Stephanie

He hasn’t talked to you at all today?!.

Y/n

No, and we didn’t get into a fight

Did something happen?

Stephanie

Yeah, but I don’t think I’m the one who should tell you

Y/n

Yeah I understand

There are some things he hasn’t told me

I know that much

Stephanie

I’m sorry

Y/n

No worries

But could you tell me if he’s doing okay whenever you see him?

Stephanie

Of course

Y/n (5:14 pm)

Do you think you’ll see Jason today?

Roy

Um, I’m on my way to him now

How’d you know?

Y/n

Wild guess

I know he’s dealing with something but I don’t know what

Could you tell him I’m here for him if he ever needs me?

Roy

Why can’t you tell him yourself?

Y/n

He hasn’t been talking to me today

And I didn’t want to push if he doesn’t want to talk

The last time we went no contact, we both pushed each other away

Roy

That asshole

Y/n

Just be nice when you see him

Roy

I was

But now I should give him shit for what he’s putting you through

Y/n

No don’t

This is nothing compared to whatever Jason is going through

Roy

If I didn’t know better

You already know what’s he going through

Y/n

But I don’t

I just know that it’s bad if he’s not talking to anyone right now

Roy

You really care about him huh?

Y/n

I’m not afraid to admit it

Roy

Good

Jason needs someone like you on his side

I’m glad he has you

You threw your phone on the couch after reading Roy’s message, and bit your thumbnail in thought. Roy’s words had a deeper meaning now then before you knew the whole truth. And wondered if they would hold the same weight after they realized you went behind Jason’s back to find the truth.

It wasn’t something you needed to worry about now. There was something more pressing and you weren’t sure what to do but wait.

Sighing, you stood from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. After eating supper, you retrieved your laptop from your room and set it on the table.

Staring at it for a good minute or two, you made up your mind and turned it out. Once logged in, you went through the motions and found yourself in the Batcomputer again.

There was nothing for you to do but watch and wait. And that’s what you did for the rest of the night, you watched and listened as they talked out plans and watched as Oracle fought against the Calculator.

Scared of being discovered, you were debating whether or not you should leave. But you couldn’t, not until you knew Jason was okay.

But the decision was made for you when Oracle forced both you and Calculator when she rebooted her system. You gave her credit and wondered why she didn’t do that earlier.

With nothing to do, you slumped against your chair and hoped everything turned out in their favour.

“Jason you have a minute?” Roy called as the Outlaws made their way out of the building with Riddler in tow. Jason nodded, and the two of them branched off from their friends.

”What’s up?” Jason asked when they were far enough away from prying ears.

“Have you talked to Y/n lately?” Roy asked, and Jason flinched at the mention of you. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Are they doing okay?” Jason asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Roy shrugged and said he didn’t know. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Exactly that, I don’t know,” he answered, “I just know that they’re really worried about you and wanted you to know that they’re there if you need them.”

“I’ll always need them,” Jason said without a second thought.

“That’s probably something you need to tell them, not me,” Roy said and looked towards their friends. “Look, everything seems to be okay here now. And I doubt Batman needs our help right now.”

“Probably because he’s being a stubborn asshole,” Jason muttered and Roy ignored it with a shake of his head.

“Why don’t you go see Y/N?” Roy suggested, “it would ease their mind a bit.” Jason shook his head at the thought.

“Not yet,” he said, “not until we deal with Joker. The last thing I need or want is for Joker to find Y/N.”

“Fair enough. Then at least answer their texts,” he said, “that’s something you can do without Joker knowing.”

“Suppose you’re right,” Jason said, sighing in defeat.

“I’m always right,” Roy said, gaining a laugh out of his friend.

“Not always,” he said and walked off towards his bike. He pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his messages, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Jason (12:35 am)

You set two things on fire today

One might think you’re a pyromaniac

Y/n (1:09 am)

:O

I am no such thing

i set ONE thing on fire and burnt my eggs

There is a difference

Jason

No I don’t think so

It’s the same thing

Y/n

Well then I guess your seeing a pyromaniac

Jason

I’ve dated worst things

Y/n

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

What could possibly be worse than a pyromaniac?

Jason

A serial killer

Y/n

YOU DATED A SERIAL KILLER?

Jason

Okay, not technically

Y/n

What does that mean?!

Jason

Means she was apart of the league of assassins

And given that their job description is basically their title

It's the same thing

Y/n

I can feel you shrugging like its not a big deal

But it is

And I worry for you and your taste of women

Jason

There’s nothing wrong with my taste in women

Y/n

Says the guy who dated a women who kills for a living

And me, who’s and I’m quoting here

a ‘pyromaniac’

Jason

Nothing wrong with a little arson

Y/n

My goodness

Judging by that statement alone, I think you’re the pyromaniac

Jason

Well, I mean I have done a little arson myself

So I’m not one to judge

Y/n

……

Jason

Wow, six dots

I must really made an impression

Y/n

You’re lucky your pretty

Jason

I knew it

You’re only into me because of my looks

Y/n

-_-

I’m going to bed

Jason

No, no no wait

I went a little to far, I’m sorry

Y/n

You’re forgiven

Can I call you? Or are you too busy for that?

Jason

Not busy persay, just I’m with my friends and I’m not yet ready for you to meet them

Y/n

Afraid I’ll run away?

Jason

Something like that

Sometimes they can be a little too much

And protective

Other then that, I wouldn’t mind hearing your beautiful voice

Y/n

Oof, maybe I should go to bed

I’m red like a tomato

Jason

Sounds like a sight to see

Y/n

I’m sure it is

…

Are you okay?

And don’t just saying something cheesy like

Jason

I’m better now that I’m talking to you

Y/n

You son of a bitch

I told you not to say something like that

Smooth fucker

Jason

But I am telling the truth

Something came up last night that triggered something

I had to leave town for the day, but my friends showed up and we talked.

Roy said something about you being worried

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you

I just, I needed to deal with it before I could see you or talk to you

Y/n

No I get

Probably didn’t help with all my messages

But I’m glad you’re feeling better

Still dealing with it?

Jason

Yeah

But once it’s done, I’ll come and see you

Promise

Y/n

Take your time with it, I don’t mind the wait

I’m just glad you to hear from you

Jason

I’m so glad I met you

Y/n

Me too

[pedrospatch]

lost on you l a safe haven drabble

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summary: You’re missing Joel and a certain mare seems to be picking up on your sadness—or at least that’s what you think is happening when there’s a sudden change in her behavior. Why else would Stella be acting so strange around you?

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. angst, horses, and a lil more angst. reader’s pregnancy is lightly being implied, but it has not been explicitly stated yet, only hinted at. no Joel, he is only mentioned in this one. Dina makes an appearance, i threw in some comedic moments to try and balance out the angst. ends with a horsey hug.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: so this is meant to be as a bit of a filler fic before chapter 9 is posted and shit hits the fan. i knew i wanted to do a short drabble that touches on how reader is doing after the confrontation she had with Joel. i also asked people to send in short prompts for the series to do some no pressure writing exercises, and this particular prompt that was sent in was just incredible and i decided to incorporate it. It makes me nervous to post a fic with no Joel in it, but my heart wanted to write it so fuck it, I just wrote it. chapter 9 is almost done and will be posted soon. @eyesneverbeensoblue i hope it’s okay to tag you in this and tell you thank you so much for the idea!

Lately, I’m getting lost on you

I tore your world apart like it was nothing new

every day I’m a slave to the heartache…

Summer slowly, but surely comes to an end.

The days are long, but the nights without Joel?

They’re even longer, at least, that’s how it feels.

You miss him. Oh God, how you fucking miss Joel Miller.

He’s all you can ever think about.

Every second of every minute of every single day.

You miss Joel so much that it physically hurts. Every part of you just aches for him. Aches. 

Your insides feel like they’re on fire, and you can't put it out.

The heartache is agonizing, almost unbearable—it’s unlike anything you have ever felt before.

In front of others, you hold it together pretty well. But when you’re alone, behind closed doors? 

That’s when you fall apart. Crumble into pieces.

Losing Joel is something you will never heal from. Never.

Traces of himself he’d left behind—would you ever be able to wipe yourself clean of them? Of him? Or would you have to spend the rest of your damn life trying to get over the man who fucking adored the hell out of you and who loved you so unconditionally?

“He misses you, you know,” Ellie says, quietly. She stands beside you and diligently runs a hard, bristled hand brush along Jasper’s side to clear his golden coat of dirt and debris. The palomino is just one of several horses that needed tending to after that morning’s patrol shift. Realizing you’re too busy jotting down notes in Jasper’s handwritten file you keep for him—you kept a file for every single horse in the commune—Ellie clears her throat and then speaks again, louder this time. “He misses you.”

You wince and stop mid scribble.

“Ellie—” you trail off, your throat going dry.

Even though you’d asked her about a hundred and one times not to talk about Joel, Ellie was hellbent on bringing him up to you as often as she could. At first, it seemed innocent enough. She stuck to just letting you know how his recovery was going.

“His shoulder’s healing really well.” 

“Donna came over to help with physical therapy.” 

“He’ll be back on patrol in a couple of weeks.” 

So you’d given her a pass. Besides, you would be a liar if you said you didn’t want to know how he was healing after his injury.

However, Ellie then began to wander into more sensitive and dangerous territory.

“He asked me about you.” 

“He was drinking again last night.” 

“He looks so fucking miserable.” 

You know why she’s doing it.

It’s not to make you feel guilty for hurting Joel.

Hell, she knows that you’re hurting just as badly. She loves you and she loves Joel—the two people Ellie cares about more than anything are suffering without each other.

You hate that she’s essentially been pulled right into the middle of this mess that you’ve created.

Ellie is collateral damage. This is all hurting her too.

“He misses you a lot,” she adds after a minute.

You exhale sharply. Her words feel like a punch to the gut and they knock the wind out of your lungs.

Finally, you look up from your clipboard, turning to her. “Ellie,” you say her name warningly. “Stop it. We’re not going to do this today. Okay?”

“I’m just saying,” she mumbles, placing a hand on Jasper’s side. “If someone was missing me, I think I would want to fucking know.”

You feel the lump steadily rising in your throat.

“Ellie, please don’t—”

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here!”

The sound of Dina’s voice fills the horse stables.

The teenager whips herself into Jasper’s stall, skidding to a stop in front of you, sweaty and breathless, as if she had just run across the settlement.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” She apologizes, setting her bag down on the ground. Pulling a scrunchie from the back pocket of her jeans, she throws her long, black hair into a messy bun as she explains herself. “Talia asked me to help her out in the library this morning and I totally lost track of time. And then on the way over here, I bumped into Mrs. Miller as she was walking home from the market and I mean, I could not just let a pregnant lady carry all those heavy bags across town—”

“Dina, breathe, sweetheart.” You hold up a hand to stop her. “It’s okay. As long as you show up, that’s all I care about. Especially since Tommy and Maria moved Logan to patrol duty. That’s another stable hand gone, so I need all the help I can possibly get around here.” Slipping your clipboard under your arm, you glance from Dina to Ellie. The emotions from what had happened just seconds before your niece had run in are bubbling, threatening to boil over. “Listen, I have to go do a routine examination on Stella. Finish up with grooming Jasper. I have a couple of horses that are due for baths—Luna and Bandit. Then it’s feeding time. Got it?”

Dina smiles brightly. “We’ll take care of it, won’t we, El?”

Sensing your urgency to leave, Ellie gives a subtle, small nod of her head. “Yeah. We will.”

“Good. I’ll come check on you girls when I’m done with Stella.” Spinning around on the muck caked heel of your boot, you hastily leave Jasper’s stall and nearly fly all the way down the stables and into Stella’s.

You rush inside, closing the top and bottom half of the Dutch door before sagging back against the wood. You toss your clipboard aside on the floor of the stall and lift both your hands, covering your face as you choke back sobs of pure agony.

He misses you. 

As you will yourself to keep yourself from falling apart, you feel a warm muzzle dig lightly into your lower stomach. Dropping your hands from your face, you glance up only to see Stella peering at you with clear and unmistakable curiosity in her big brown eyes.

“Hi there, my gorgeous girl,” you murmur softly to the pregnant mare. A tear slips out from the corner of your eye and you quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand.

Stella lowers her head and sniffs at your stomach, right where she had dug into you. Her ears prick forward and she nuzzles the same spot again.

You shoot her a strange look. You’ve never seen her exhibit this type of behavior before.

“Stella, what are you doing?” you ask, almost as if you expect her to speak and give you an answer. “Why are you being so weird?”

Stella sniffs you again, then nips at the hem of your tank top.

“Hey! Cut that out.” You can’t help but let out a watery giggle as you carefully pull the fabric out of her mouth. Realizing the strange behavior must have something to do with the mare sensing the intensity of your negative emotions, you gently place both of your hands on either side of her muzzle. Inhaling a deep breath through your nose, you slowly exhale it through your mouth before touching your forehead to hers. “I’ll be okay, girl. I’ll be okay. There’s no other choice—I have to be okay.”

An hour later, you’d finished the examination.

Stella had continued to act oddly around you, her behavior becoming more and more peculiar as time went on. You were bonded to her of course—you were bonded to just about every single horse in the commune—and so it didn’t really surprise you that the mare was so in tune with your emotions and could feel that something was off. She was extremely attentive to you as you worked, her eyes never leaving you, not even for a second.

Stella also continued to sniff you, nuzzling you in the stomach any chance she had. For as bizarre as it was, it brought you an off sense of comfort and it made you feel less alone.

“Hey auntie.” Dina opens the stall door, poking her head inside. “Can we come in?”

“Of course.”

She pushes the door open further and walks into the stall with Ellie on her heels. Both of them are almost completely soaked from head to toe. 

Your eyes widen. “Um, girls, I’m pretty sure I told you to bathe the horses—not yourselves.”

Ellie lets out a small scoff. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

“Bandit wasn’t having it,” Dina chuckles. “But he’s all clean, and so is Luna. We just came in to tell you we’re going to go dry off and change our clothes. We’ll be back for feeding time.” She glances at the mare. “How’s our sweet mama-to-be doing?”

“Good. She’s as healthy as a horse.”

The teenagers roll their eyes, but laugh.

“You’re so lame, auntie.”

“Just a little equine veterinarian humor. My dad used that one on me all the time.” You grin at the memory. “Stella’s doing really well. In about seven or eight months, we’ll have our new baby.”

“Well then, I think someone deserves a little treat since she’s doing so good.” Dina reaches into the bag she has slung over her shoulder and pulls out a crisp, red apple. She walks over, holding the fruit out in the palm of her hand for the horse. “Here you go, girl.”

Stella gives the apple a sniff, then takes it from her. 

Usually, she wolfs it down in just a few chomps—but what she does next surprises all three of you. Apple still between her teeth, the mare turns and pushes her muzzle into your stomach.

“Oh shit,” Ellie cackles. “No fucking way!”

“Oh my god,” Dina grins. “Is she—she’s giving it to you?”

Shocked, you lift a hand and delicately take the apple from between her teeth. “Stella, you silly girl! What are you doing?” You hold it out for her. “This apple is for you, sweetheart. Here, take it.”

She tosses her head in the air.

Dina snorts into her hand. “She just told you no!”

“She wants you to have it.” Ellie shoots you a teasing look. “Come on, princess. Take a bite.”

You look at her, then down at the apple, which is covered completely in Stella’s slobber.

“Um, no thanks. I think I’ll pass,” you mutter. 

“Auntie, don’t be rude,” Dina jokes. “It’s bad manners to refuse her offer.”

Rolling your eyes at your niece, you turn back to Stella and tell her, “I’ll eat it later. When it’s washed.”

“We’re starting to smell like wet horse,” Ellie makes a gagging noise as she takes a whiff of her shirt.

Dina lifts the collar of her blouse to her nose. “Oh, gross. We are starting to smell like wet horse.” She reaches out with her opposite hand, grabbing one of Ellie’s. She laces their fingers together. “Come on, let’s go change.”

You can’t help but notice the way Dina looks at Ellie—with the sweetest, most adoring little smile.

You raise an eyebrow, cocking your head slightly.

Ellie’s eyes meet yours and she blushes deeply.

If you ever had a chance to give Ellie Williams shit, this was it—but instead, you just give her a subtle wink from where you stand. Her face instantly goes from red to maroon.

“Be sure to be back in an hour for feeding time!” you call as Dina pulls her out of the stall. “I’m not feeding all these horses alone!”

“We will!”

Once the girls are gone, you turn to Stella and wrap your arms around her neck. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up today, pretty girl.”

She rests her head on your shoulder.

You feel more tears coming and hug her harder.

lyrics: Lost on You - Lewis Capaldi

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Every Version of You (4)

A reverse harem with three variants of Leon Kennedy and feminine reader.

~ Masterlist ~ Previous Part ~ Message me if you'd like to take over this story and continue it, I will not be continuing it, my apologies~

(i struggled a lot with this part and putting it off because it's filler. it's the event that needed to happen to get from point a to point b. but i've done it so now updates should come quicker!)

WORD COUNT: 2k

SONGS: I Can't Handle Change - Roar and I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR PART FOUR: dejecting from one's self, anxiety, crying, some comfort, thoughts of giving up, arguing, let me know if there's something else that needs to be tagged

TAGLIST: @growingupnrealizing , @weneewinnie , @delulusimps , @yoonbabe-d , @missjoenowhere , @cassiecasluciluce , @greywardensaywhat , @kennedyswhore , @british-mint-bunny , @all-mights-babygirl , @weasleytwinscumslut , @pinkrose1422 , @ir3nic-sluvv , @blue4pple , @izuoyarmin , @cosmcqt

!!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!!!

PART "CHAPTER" FOUR

You stand, frozen in place, right in front of the giant tube that’s supposed to contain Leon. Every noise in the room sounds far away. You’re not even sure you’re really standing here right now with how unreal you feel. How disconnected you feel from yourself.

Numb. You feel numb.

Is any of this real? How can it be real? You know it’s stupid to question yourself like this. You always laughed off people who would ask dumb questions like, “Is this a dream?” Of course it’s not a dream! But now you’re questioning if this is a fucking dream. You don’t know, maybe you never knew.

You can tell the men are trying to talk to you, but you can’t seem to force yourself out of your own head. Can’t make yourself care enough to socialize with any of them. You wanna stay inside your mind’s fuzziness. It wraps you like a blanket and it’s the only solace you can seem to find.

You’ve been able to push your feelings down–to just push yourself through the motions, but it seems to be hitting you all at once now. And you’re not sure why, but you’re dreading facing Leon. And there’s no specific reason for your anxiety, maybe it’s just everything coming to the surface in the face of a conversation you don’t know how to have.

Maybe you’re dreading his reaction. 

“Hey!” you hear someone yell to get your attention as they nudge your shoulder, which finally snaps you out of your almost hypnotic state. 

Your head snaps in their direction, “Hmm? What?”

Your eyes meet older Leon’s. “Are you ready?” It’s a stupid fucking question. You and him both know it, but for some reason, you still find yourself having a hard time responding. You open your mouth several times to reply, but no sound manages to make it past your lips.

“Are you okay?” he lowers his voice to nearly a whisper.

You’re not sure why that does something to your brain–why you’re biting your lip as tears slip down your cheeks again. Why did the dam break right now? Before you can even force the tears back down, force yourself to keep it together, he’s wrapping his arms around you.

You’re limp in his grasp. Wide eyed and arms hanging at your sides. You’re stiff in his arms, unable to properly react. His chin is resting on top of your head as he presses your cheek into his chest.

You wish he’d just stop. Pull himself away from you. Read your body language and take the hint. But he doesn’t. He only clings to you tighter.

And you don’t know why, fuck, you don’t know why anything anymore, but you soften in his arms. You allow yourself to accept his embrace. And for some reason, it makes you feel somewhat calmer. As if you can finally breathe in his arms.

“It’s gonna be okay, yeah? Just breathe. You’re fine, everything is fine. I’ve got you.”

And you believe him completely. You pull your head away from his chest and look back into his eyes. 

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath, holding it, then opening your eyes as you release it.

“That’s it. Feeling better?” He tucks your hair behind your ear and you can’t speak. You force yourself to nod. Just nodding feels like it takes all of your energy. 

You’re exhausted, utterly and undoubtedly exhausted. You could pass out while standing up if you allowed yourself to. But you know you can’t. You know you must swallow down all of the negative feelings because there’s much more pressing matters at hand. You are not what’s important right now. 

“I’m okay,” you assure Leon softly. “Let’s do this.”

“You’re sure?” He cocks an eyebrow in obvious disbelief. 

You nod your head weakly. “Like ripping a band-aid off, right?” He rubs your shoulders, but doesn’t attempt to move on. “I’m sure, Leon, please.”

He finally releases you, but not before offering up his hand. It confuses you at first, but you eventually relent and intertwine your fingers with his. You’ll take any link to ground you that you can. You’re still not fully convinced that you won’t just fade into nothingness, maybe you’d even welcome it and allow it to consume you. 

It’d be so easy to let yourself go as well, but you’re not hanging on for yourself. You’re hanging on for Leon and maybe that’s enough for you. Well, it has to be enough for you, it’s all you have to cling to.

“Okay, here we go,” Luis mumbles as he pulls the lever and the blinding light is back and somehow stronger this time. 

Before you can even reach up to cover your own eyes, someone else’s hand is covering them. Your free hand shoots up to cover the hand over your eyes. It’s obvious who it is, so you run your hand up his arm and cover his eyes with your hand. It’s not the most comfortable position, but you’re fucking greatful for it.

The light is gone and you both drop your hands, looking ahead as Leon’s drenched body is pulled from the liquid by Chris. Chris pulls Leon’s body down the ladder with the help of Luis and they lay him on the ground.

“Leon? Leon, can you hear me?” Chris speaks as Leon’s eyes flutter open and closed as he slowly wakes up. 

Leon’s eyes finally stay open and he stares up at Chris with a blank expression on his face. He slowly blinks as confusion creeps up his face.

He suddenly sits up and pushes himself to his feet, stumbling backwards away from Chris and Luis. His wet clothes cling to his body, throwing off his balance as he braces himself against the wall. 

“Leon. Calm down,” Luis tries to level with him.

He shakes his head, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Just here to help-”

“Help with what, asshole?”

Older Leon speaks up, “Well, if you’d let him explain and stop interrupting-”

“And who the fuck are you?” Leon spits out as his eyes dart to older Leon’s. He looks down at your laced fingers and then his eyes meet yours. “What’s going on?”

You pull your hand from older Leon’s and take a few steps toward Leon, “I’m not entirely sure, but everything’s okay, okay?”

“Don’t,” he puts his hand out in front of him causing you to halt your movements. “Just… stay over there.” 

You feel your face fall at the tone of his voice, talking as if he’s disgusted by you. It causes you to step backwards, your back colliding with older Leon’s chest. 

“It’s okay,” he quietly speaks into your ear, “He’s just confused right now.” You nod your head in response, because what else can you do?

Leon continues arguing with Chris and Luis, but you tone it out. You turn and look up at older Leon’s face. He brings his hand down to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently beneath your eye. Your eyelids instinctively close in the comfort of his gesture.

“And what the fuck is going on over there?” Leon’s raised voice brings your attention back to him. “Who the fuck is that?”

Your eyes dart between the two of them, not sure if you should tell Leon the truth. Older Leon meets your gaze and nods his head once, encouraging you to speak.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “He’s you, Leon. From the future.” 

The room is quiet as you and Leon stare at each other. His face is skeptical as he looks between you and the older man.

“You’re joking?” He huffs out and you shake your head at him. Another moment of silence passes. “What do you mean by that?”

“He’s here to save me, Leon.”

He scowls. “Why are you fucking with me right now? What’s wrong with you?”

Older Leon steps in front of you. “Don’t speak to her like that.”

“Fuck you dude-”

“Can you shut the fuck up?”

“I’m not taking this-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Older Leon yells and the room falls into a silence once again. It’s awkward. It’s fucking uncomfortable. You could cut the tension with a knife. Just any sort of cheesy phrase that could be used to describe this shit, insert that here. 

Everything feels so unnatural. How could a conversation ever flow under these conditions? In these circumstances? How are you supposed to act, supposed to talk?

“Do you want her to die?” Older Leon gestures toward you. Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t answer. “Well. Do you?”

“Obviously not.”

“She will. And there won’t be anything we can do to stop it if you don’t get it together.”

“You gonna kill her?”

“No, but-”

“But nothing! You’re talking out your ass right now. I’m not doing this shit.”

“Really?” Older Leon asks in a monotone voice that has chills running down your spine. Leon nods in response, causing older Leon to suddenly snap.

He closes the gap between the two of them, grabbing Leon by his collar and pushing him towards the giant vat of liquid again.

Chris follows after them. “Leon, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to show him.”

“We don’t even know if that’ll work.”

“Don’t care.”

“Just think for a minute.”

“No.” The men fight the entire way to the top of the vat of liquid, but older Leon manages to get the younger man up there.

“Fuck,” Luis calls out as he runs to the control panel slamming down some buttons. “Okay. Okay! Be careful Leon-” He isn’t able to finish his warning before older Leon is pulling both of the men into the liquid.

“Oh my god!” You gasp out as you watch the Leon’s floating in the water, electrical currents surrounding them, looking like they’re shooting straight into them. Older Leon grips Leon by his shoulders, both their heads falling back weightlessly as they go still in the liquid. 

Water swirls all around them and you can do nothing but watch. It’s like they’re the calm in the storm, so still as a whirlpool rages on around them. 

As quickly as they entered their comatose states, they’re snapping out of it. Breaking through the top of the liquid and gasping for air. 

Older Leon pulls himself up on the platform first, offering Leon a hand that he ignores as he pulls himself out of the liquid as well. They sit on the platform in complete silence, both staring off into space.

A ringing cuts through the silence and Luis picks up a small phone sitting on the control panel. 

“Leon,” both men's attention dart to Luis, but he gestures the phone towards the younger of the two. “It’s yours.”

Leon hurries down the ladder and grabs the phone, answering quickly. “Hello?... Now?... Can it wait?...Alright, fine… Yeah, I’ll be right there.” He hangs up the phone and turns to face you. “I have to go. Urgent request by the president.”

“Be safe?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He nods his head, scanning the room before heading for the door.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees Rookie, who’s been standing off to the side, staying out of the way this whole time. But he quickly shakes his head and continues, slamming the door shut behind him.

You look over at Rookie and he shrugs at you. “I didn’t think seeing me would help.”

You didn’t think of it that way. Of course Leon would instantly recognize his younger self, it’s what he used to look at in the mirror every day.

“Is he gonna be okay?” You ask no one in particular. Your eyes scan the room, waiting for someone, anyone, to answer you. 

“He’ll get there,” Chris finally speaks up. “But we got work to do. We knew he’d be pulled away for that mission, so we knew he wouldn’t be around.” Chris’ hand meets your shoulder and he squeezes in an attempt to comfort you. “Get some rest. Tomorrow, we start Operation Save Your Life? Or whatever you’d like to call it.”

Chris heads out the same door Leon did and your gaze falls to the floor. You doubt you’ll be able to sleep after everything that just happened, but you’d be lying if sleep wasn’t calling out to you.

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.16 bffs with the rookies+ revenge is a dish best served cold and glittery

When you woke up, you were tagged in many stories, almost all the drivers had put up stories in your support, chastising the paparazzi that had stormed you and asked inappropriate questions, even a lot of the Barcelona team (the ones you knew) were in your support.

Gavi is messaging you to complement your right hook, and Pedri to ask if you were okay.

The man you had punched was fired from his job and now wasn't allowed within 100 feet of you (courtesy of Max's lawyers), you had also gotten most of your things back, only left without your laptop.

And your 'friends'? Well, you knew just what to do to them. You still had some people you could trust back in the UK so you made them fill up all their dorm rooms with glitter and itching powder, and then blocked them everywhere, any and all communication would now be through Max's lawyers and man were you happy about that.

You were sure the next swing you took would be at them.

The university had allowed you to complete the rest of your course online, only giving the finals on ground, they were quite happy not to be spoken to by the lawyers knowing it was partially their security's fault to allow so many paparazzi to storm you in the first place.

You didn't feel comfortable going to the Las Vegas race and even Abu Dabi, just wanting a break but now? Oh now you were back for revenge, revenge on everyone who thought your life was theirs to judge.

You opened your group chat, you’d spent time FaceTiming and talking to the boys individually but it felt to awkward, to real to be in a group again but fuck that, these boys were your best friends! Lando, Charles and Max were like the older brothers you never had! Even Lorenzo checked up on you almost daily. You weren’t going to give all this up just because of some idiots.

You smiled as normalcy set into the atmosphere again. You called up a few people asking them if they could make and they all could, making you happier.

Things were finally getting better and now you could support your friends without feeling guilty about it.

You had missed the season end but had called Max to congratulate him, but hadn't felt safe enough to go to the party however much he asked but now you were going to be there for them, the people who've always been there for you.

This ones a lil shorter than usual but I needed a filler to move ahead😭

and we're back to the og texts!!! Hope yall like this one! Also I still can't comment idk why.

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[satzumosupremacy]

Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt. 9.5

Side Story 2

Male reader x Twice

Tags: Short filler angst story of oc, Unedited, No smut

A/N: Continuation of p.9

“Jihyo, when did you wake up?” You said walking out the bathroom, drying your hair and seeing Jihyo sort her luggage.

“Like….at ten I think. I made you breakfast, Oppa. Eat before you go.”

You became puzzled by her nice gesture. “Did you make enough for yourself also?”

“I did. Let’s eat together,” she smiles brightly and gets up to wait for you to put on a shirt.

“You didn’t need to cook something. Why are you doing this?” Considering how she’s free the next few days, you wanted her to rest instead of going out her own way for you. “Don’t do it for me. Just relax, Jihyo.”

“Just shut up and go eat,” she laughs. “Tzu doesn’t do stuff like this to you?”

“Well. Not like this. She waits for me and then we cook something together.”

“That’s cute.”

“It is. Let’s go eat, Jihyo.”

She walks out with you and into the kitchen to sit at the dining table. Opening the cover from the plate, she cooked a simple chicken stew. Steam rises out from the trapped bowl, and plenty of protein she put in the bowl.

“Enjoy, Oppa.” And she looks at you spooning for a piece of tender chicken into your mouth. “How is it? Good?”

“It’s good, Jihyo. Thanks for making it for me.”

“My pleasure. Does it need more salt? Any spices?”

“No, it’s perfect enough.” You said, taking another bite of meat with the warm stew. Jihyo didn’t pick up her spoon at all, but kept looking you eat what she made. “Eat, Jihyo. What are you waiting for?” You laughed.

“Just appreciating you eating what I made, Oppa.”

“Weirdo,” you said, chuckling as she laughs comfortably to hear you name calling her playfully.

“If Tzu waits for you, what does Sana do?” Jihyo picks up the spoon and takes a sip of the stew.

“Sana? Hmm, she does both. Sometimes wait for me, sometimes wake up early to cook.”

“Isn’t it surprising how Sana didn’t burn your house down?”

“Now that’s something I have to consider, Jihyo.”

“Oppa, remember when you first met us in the practice room?”

“What about it?” And you chew quietly on the piece of chicken listening to her.

“What did you think of us?”

“Mhm..I’d say you girls looked pretty close together even if I didn’t know at all at the start.”

“You fell for Tzu, don’t you? Don’t lie to me.” Jihyo chuckles and continued to eat.

“I did, but I tried to be professional about it.”

“I’m pretty sure Tzu told you how she fell for you after seeing you smile more,” Jihyo added.

“She did,” you said and grabbed a cup of water for you and Jihyo, “what did you girls think of me when I walked in the practice room?”

“Oppa, you were like a secretive person. Not until we got a hold of your information. Sana, Momo, Mina, Tzu, me, even Nayeon said you’re hot. But the thing that stood out on the description said was that you were in the military.”

“It stands out somehow, even the companies that hire me are surprised.”

“How much does our company pay you, Oppa?”

Her sudden question made you flustered, “let’s just say enough.”

“Oppa,” Jihyo gently grabs your hand across the table, “I’m glad we have you around.”

“I can clearly see that, Jihyo. I’m glad I work for you girls.”

The air suddenly gets tense with Jihyo hesitating to ask you something. “Oppa.”

“Hmm?” You said chewing on your food quietly.

“May I ask you about your time in the Navy?”

As you judge how innocent she can be when it comes to life, you also hesitate about telling her how it really is. “Jihyo. How much can I say? I also couldn’t tell Tzu. When it comes to taking a life, I don’t want to feed you about the dark side of war. It’s fucked up.”

“Just tell me about yourself, Oppa. No worries.”

“I’d say that I’m great at it. I wasn’t the biggest or the smallest. Not the most strongest or weakest. But I can tell you that my other teammates knew me as a dangerous person when I want to execute a mission successfully.”

“Oppa, I can tell you’re a great person by seeing all your metals in the room upstairs. Especially the silver one. It’s so shiny.”

“The silver one?” You said, nonchalantly losing your smile.

Instantly, Jihyo assume that silver metal wasn’t something to be happy about and decided to change the topic. “Finish up the food, I don’t want you being late.”

——

After finishing the breakfast, you get ready to leave as Jihyo sits on the couch and uses her phone.

“Jihyo. I’m leaving. Mind coming here and decide something?”

She gets up and walks over to you by the garage door. “Yes?”

“Porsche or Genesis?”

“Porsche. You’re a CEO now, Oppa.”

“Good decision,” you smiled and she loved the way you smile at her.

Jihyo faintly smiles at you, not wanting you to leave but couldn’t do anything about it. “See you later. We can have fun later at night together.”

By fun, and what you didn’t know was that Twice was coming over to hangout when Jihyo texted their group chat.

Her arms open wide for a hug before you go, and you hug her warmly, rubbing her back. “I’ll be home in time.”

“Okay, bye, Oppa. Drive safe.”

“Make sure to call me if you need anything, Jihyo.”

“Okay!” Jihyo said proudly and watches you leave out the gate, then closes the door, locking it shut as she runs to lay on the couch.

——

You’re sitting on your desk with the computer turned on to a spreadsheet to manage every client that needed a bodyguard. Contracts with prices vary from different companies reach out to your email address. You read all of them, word by word to see any complications that may occur on your employee’s behalf.

The door knocks one time, and your receptionist enters the room. “Boss, you have company.”

A familiar face shows up as your receptionist leaves the room. “Hey kid.”

“Master Chief,” you said, flustered by him showing up unannounced and salute to him, legs together and standing up tall silently. He was your platoon leader during your Navy Seal days. He sits on the leather couch in front of you.

“Command Master Chief now, kid. How are your wounds?”

“It’s not like it was last week when it was years ago,” you said, lowering your hand and chuckling to brighten up the mood from not seeing each other in a long time. “Did the Pentagon sent you here for a reason?”

“Decided to pay a visit while I’m here in Korea. It’s been years since your friend….” and he couldn’t finish his words when he was also present at the time of a teammate killed in action. “I’m happy that you took over his dad’s company in his place.”

“It was my fault either way. Would have been avoidable if I didn’t have a price on my head,” you paused. “I wouldn’t be here if that bullet did hit me.”

The friend who you called was the one who often jokes and made everyone laugh during the standout was like a happy pill during the tough times of battle. Until the day he died right in front of your eyes, without you knowing if he took the bullet as a friend, or unintentionally at. After that incident, you lost your smile, a cold hearted person to everyone you greeted with a gun pointed at their chest. Your teammates also changed from laughing and smiling to being more lethal.

“You did the right thing. Even I would have shot back if my arm wasn’t bleeding from that ambush. Everyone in the squad blamed themselves, it wasn’t just you, Chief Petty Officer.” He said to you and it’s been awhile hearing your rank.

“Remember the silver star that I got from that? I don’t think I deserve it. Even when the President put it around my neck.”

“Well you did fucking kick ass. How many tangos did you eliminate? Like ten to fifteen gunmen after going rogue? We’re always taught to not fear, but somehow, I feared you the moment your eyes changed. It’s like you wanted vengeance and would die a warrior with the consequences. You did deserve the recognition and honor. I mean it, as once your Master Chief, now Command Master Chief.”

You stay quiet for moments as he can feel the guilt radiating off your body. “How’s everyone?Anything from the Pentagon?” You said, changing the topic.

“Negative. The only easy day was yesterday, kid. If you never left, you would have been recruited to Devgru or even Delta force. Wasn’t that what you wanted?”

“Life changes you in many ways, Command Master. I want to start a family one day.”

“At least you stayed for another year after that incident. Remember the operation we did in the middle of the Pacific Ocean? That one extraction mission before you decided to retire?”

“The one mission where we flew out the plane and into the dark ocean? I don’t know about you, but that mission still doesn’t sit right til this day.”

“Yea. We got tipped off that it’s connected to another group. A trafficking organization. And yes, what I’m saying is top secret right now.”

“I’m no Seal anymore. I’ll act like I didn’t hear anything about what you said. At the end of the day, we are bad guys in another man’s world, Command Master. We could of have had the same hobbies, but politics drew all of us into greeting each other with guns.”

And he closes his eyes with a nod, agreeing to the hard truth. “I’m glad I had you that I can count on.” He pats your back hard, proudly reminiscing the times you were by his side in the frontlines.

“Glad we were in a team, Command Master.”

“Your name is still engraved as a hero. Pictures of you, me, and our squad will remain in the hallways of the Department of Defense. Even without you anymore, we still talk about you every now and then.”

“What are you really here for?” You started trying to read his eyes and posture. “Wanting me back? What else does the Navy need me for?”

He takes a breath, “I’m here to look for someone highly intelligent who can take retired soldiers from any branch and give them a new start to life if they need it. Someone who can branch an organization into American borders or allies. Bodyguard, security guards, you name it.”

You knew from the way he looks at you, and he was talking about you. “I don’t have enough funds yet to branch this agency out to America. Maybe in a year, we can talk about it.”

“Don’t worry. This isn’t my idea but the higher ups that you’re still in contact with.”

“I don’t know, Command Master. I can’t be flying back and forth. I’m a CEO here, but I also take clients.”

Then he starts being straightforward, “I’m retiring from the military in a few months. I need a co-CEO to help run the agency that was created from all the branches of military. You can stay here in Korea, I’ll handle the rest back in American soil. When celebrities travel and ask for bodyguards, it will be easy to deal with between us.”

You thought it’s a good idea after all to have a joint company with someone you respectfully know, “where is it located?”

“One in California, New York, and Chicago. All thanks to the branches coming to together. A quarter of the profit will be given to charity and non profit organizations until the end.”

The location of the agencies were simply matched to where idols would perform for concerts whether he knew it or not. It’s a smart decision to take the offer.

“Deal,” you said without hesitation. “But you’re running it while I’m over here in Korea.”

“When Korean celebrities travel to America, you can respectfully take control on your end.”

You chuckle at him without an answer. As you and your platoon leader talk about the old days of being teammates, it became hours talking back to back about the happy and sad memories that both of you went through.

“Doing anything after this?” He said.

“Don’t know. Probably just sit on the computer since I’m free today.”

“Want to go to base? Have a friendly shooting competition? Maybe even a combat practice drill with the UDT?”

“I went there few weeks ago. Since you want it, we can have a friendly competition. “Show me what a Command Master Chief can do.”

“Did you forget how notorious you were, kid? I’m going to get my pride hurt.”

“Negative, but that was the good old days.” You said, changing your speech and getting competitive, smirking right after.

“Yea, sure. I know how you are. Don’t deceive me. Anyways, how’s being a bodyguard?”

“Fairly easy, yet tiring.”

“Found a lover yet?”

“I did. She’s such a beauty. I want to grow old with her. Have kids. Live a calm life. She’s all I would ever need.”

Your Command Master couldn’t help but smile to you as you boast about Tzuyu. “Sounds like your life gotten brighter ever since you met her, didn’t you? When’s the wedding? Well, who is she?”

“It’s better if you see her in the future.” And you stopped yourself before you start bragging about everything Tzuyu is to you.

He nods quietly. “Any celebrity know what you were before? Or are you keeping it secret?”

“Our line of work is much of a secret after all. I don’t tell much but only if we’re close enough.”

“You’re not wrong,” then there was a slight pause in there air as he takes a deep breath, “how’s your sleep? No nightmares? Trauma?”

“It’s getting better. Better and faster than I thought,” you laugh.

“I can’t believe you’re smiling more after retiring. It’s been so long.”

“A woman by your side changes you, Command Chief. For the better.”

“I can tell. Let’s go to base?”

You nod, smirking to beat him at the shooting range.

——

After the rendezvous with your Command Master, you come home in the late evening and see the lights all off, which made you worry enough to run inside quickly to find Jihyo.

“Jihyo!” You yelled after opening the front door.

“Suprise!” And you see every Twice member inside your house.

“Oppa, we wanted to hangout with you today,” Jihyo said with her arms crossed.

“Assuming this was a surprise for me,” you replied and Jihyo nodded.

“Babe!” Tzuyu said and runs to hug you that made you smile.

As you give your attention to Tzuyu, Sana felt some jealousy when she never seen you smile so brightly at her unlike Tzuyu. It made Sana annoyed, hating herself to why she’s feeling so jealous for.

“Oppa,” Dahyun said. “Mind if we bring out some drinks?”

“Help yourself. I don’t mind at all.” You said while hugging Tzuyu tightly and feeling her warmth.

You scan the room and see Sana walking away to the kitchen to help with the groceries Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and Tzuyu got earlier. The jealousy Sana had never crossed your mind at all.

“Oppa, you know how to handle a live lobster right?” Jeongyeon looks at you and waits for an answer while you’re glued to Tzuyu.

“Why did you buy a live one? But I can, yes.”

“Can you do us a favor and maybe..you know.”

“Be there in a second, Jeongyeon.”

“Babe,” Tzuyu said cutely, “how was your day?”

“I had fun, Tzu. But since you’re here, I’m happier with you.”

Tzuyu mashes her cheeks onto your chest, rubbing slowly to coat her smell all over you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Tzu. So damn much.”

“Oppa!” Nayeon yells from across the room. “Come take a shot with me and Dahyun.”

Tzuyu lets go of you by how hectic your house has become after you came back home. “Babe. Have fun tonight.”

“I will, Tzu.”

Walking to Nayeon and Dahyun, they greeted you with a shot of whiskey and look at Sana curiously, trying to read her expression, “Oppa, look at Sana. Doesn’t she look jealous?” Dahyun pointed out to you.

“Is she?”

“See what I told you?” And Dahyun laughs to see how complicated the relationship gotten after you spent countless days with Sana. “Good luck, Oppa. I can’t help you.”

Nayeon puts her hand out with her shot of alcohol. You, Dahyun, and Nayeon clink the shot glass together to take a gulp.

“Think I can handle it, Dahyun. Where is Mina, Momo, and Chae anyways?”

“Upstairs somewhere. Probably taking pictures or something. Or maybe checking out your photos back in the military again.” Nayeon replied to your curiosity.

“Ah, okay. I’m going to head over to Jeongyeon and help her out. Have fun drinking.”

Nayeon and Dahyun nodded as you walk to the kitchen while Sana exchange glances at you for some sort of attention, which you didn’t give in at all, but help Jeongyeon with the lobster.

“Look away, Tzu, Jihyo, Sana, Jeongyeon.” The four girls look away, hearing the cracking that made them tense their shoulders.

“Oppa,” Sana said, tugging your shirt in a cute way, “how was your day?”

Tzuyu, Jihyo, and Jeongyeon could tell Sana was jealous in a way, and didn’t say anything as Jeongyeon puts the lobster in the boiling pot.

“It was fun, Sana,” you rub her shoulders.

“I’ll come over on Tuesday. Just us two. Alone.”

“I’m busy, but I’ll make time for you, Sana. Should I pick you up?”

“No, my manager will drop me off.”

“Oppa!” Momo yelled across the room with Mina and Chaeyoung walking with her.

[enixamyram]

So, we all know the first season was a little rushed since they only had 8 episodes to work with. It is my (desperate) hope that since the show is doing so well, they'll be given more episodes for season 2. Now let's pretend they'll be given enough for filler episodes as well as the main story. Here are some of my dream filler episodes I would love to see happen!

A Chaggie date (Vaggie sees Charlie is getting stressed and worries about her so she insists on taking her out for a night off.)

A Keekee and Fat Nugets episode (something happens and the two end up away from the hotel and work together to find their way back home.)

An Earth Visit (not sure why, but somehow for some reason, Charlie and co visit earth for a day and chaos ensures because how could it not.)

Emily Visits Hell (maybe brings Molly with? It would be kind of hilarious for people from Heaven to see how it really is like in Hell. Maybe this is Charlie trying to get them to be more part of the hotel transition.)

A Blackout Episodes (One of those, how various people deal with something -Vox- causing a blackout throughout the city. Maybe even one of those Charlie or Vaggie gets stuck in a lift with Velvette or someone to have some fun interactions between different characters.)

A Gambling Episode (No idea the story but at some point it involves Husk making some bets to let off steam and Angel ends up tagging along as arm candy and I read somewhere that Husk cheats so maybe Angel helps him!)

Lucifer rejoins society (he attempts to pick up his role as King of Hell but finding it increasingly hard since his long absence and preppy attitude means not many people take him seriously.)

Nifty chaos (maybe she somehow wanders from the hotel while Alastor is away so Chalie and the others try to find her, worried she'll get hurt, meanwhile she's terrorizing the rest of hell and just having a blast before they eventually find her safe and sound if not covered in a lot of someone else's blood.)

Overlords episode (Maybe Charlie or Lucifer want to try and get on the good side of the overlords so try and spend some time with each of them to get to know them better.)

The Vees meets Hangover (this one is really silly and in general I just want a Vee filler but it'd also be hilarious if there was a Hangover style one where one of them - take your pick, it'd be hilarious either way - goes missing after a bender and the other two struggle to put together what happened to find them.)

[nwjws]

the solution to our problems - five.

; synopsis - 6 months after your break up, you’re sick and tired of your ex who's always following you around or sending you a text from some new number. luckily for you, the leader of the school’s dance club and campus heartthrob, yang jungwon, seems to have a solution that’ll solve both your problems - to fake date each other.

five. the delusions are getting to him (354 words)

four. ; masterlist. ; six.

"over here," you hear jungwon's voice call you when you enter the cafe.

pulling the seat opposite of him out, you tell him you're gonna go order something, until he says he already did.

"really? for me?" you ask, surprised. he hums while nodding his head.

"i wasn't sure what to get you, so i asked your friends."

"you didn't have to do that," you laugh lightly, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness.

"don't worry about it," he smiled at you, the dimple on his cheek making you want to squish his face. "did you get here safe?"

"yep! no ex following me around today just yet," your cheery tone ironic compared to your words.

"that's good, i guess we should talk about it then, huh?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"it was a pretty strange request, if i'm being honest," you laughed lightly.

"and yet you still agreed." he pauses. "first of all, we should have a story, right?"

"we can just say we met through youngseo and got to know each other through her."

"well, there's no lies there," he jokes.

"right! but, i don't think we should reveal our relationship immediately. it might seem suspicious, since people probably know we aren't really close."

"good point..." jungwon bit his lip thoughtfully. "should we just hangout like friends and 'get closer' for a bit before we 'start dating'?"

"oh! and then we can do like, a soft launch when we fake date!" you suggest excitedly.

"this is gonna be interesting, so i'm kind of looking forward to it. i'll finally get a break from all those girls," jungwon quickly clarifies. but then he panics, thinking you might take offense. "but, i mean, i don't mind being with you- i mean, fake dating you- but- ugh... you get what i mean..."

you laugh at his cute antics, and assure him you get what he means. you feel relieved and excited in a way, but you tell yourself it's just to get minho away.

the rest of the date (?) is spent chatting easily, talking about plans and learning more about the other, while sipping on milkshakes and coffee.

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[enemyoflactose]

I finished Noah's Arc

My descent into villainy begins.

@lostsomewhereinthegarden wanted to be tagged in this one 💕

Voice acting:

I have no clue what any new characters sound like in the sub, so this 4kids performance only.

Noah: round of applause he sounds fantastic.

Gozuburo: he needs to sound more like he smokes

The Deep Sea Warrior guy: I forgot what he sounded like

Crump: he sounds weird

Johnson: Why is his voice so deep? Why is it so deep? He sounds like a big scary monster.

The robot: I wasn't paying attention to him

Lector: nice. I like his voice.

Dark Magician Girl: it's really annoying for some reason.

Flame Swordsman: hot voice

Serenity's deck master: I don't like it.

Characters:

Yugi: that sure is Yugi. He gets more screentime than usual and that's a nice change. I love his interactions with Téa after her duel, he's so sweet it makes my dumb shipper brain go crazy.

Yami: he sure does duel. He insults Noah a few times, and is mean to Kuriboh in his first duel.

Téa: QUEEN. If Kaiba didn't exist this would have been her season.

Joey: That sure is Joey. It killed me every time he thought of Mai. Bro wants her back so badly.

Tristan: he was robbed. He deserved to duel again.

Duke: this man is so fucking rude like what the hell? I love him tho he's funny and silly.

Serenity: this poor girl blames herself so much. It was not her fault that Tristan died. It was 100% Duke's.

Seto Kaiba: why is he like this? He's so cool.

Mokuba: precious baby wanted to forgive Noah so badly. He said they were family. He said Kaibacorp would help build him a robot body and they could be twins. I'm crying.

Noah: Why was his backstory handled better than the Ishtar's? Why? This is a filler character and I felt worse for him than Marik. Maybe it's because he's a better duelist idk.

The big five: they exist

Gozuburo: his love for Noah was so conditional, I hate this man. I'm glad he's dead.

Important note

Deck Masters are a thing. I like the idea of them.

Duels

Duel 1 - Yugi vs Gansly

Yugi chooses Kuriboh as his deck master and is upset about it because it was an accident.

Gansly is his own deck master.

Most of the duel is Gansly explaining the rules to Yugi and using cards that either don't exist, or are really bad.

Yuugi wins using Kuriboh, Rainbow Bridge, and Gaia the Fierce Knight to attack Gansly directly.

Duel 2 - Téa vs Crump

There was so much Téa fan service in this duel and before this and after this duel. It would have been distracting if this duel wasn't hype.

Téa picks Dark Magician Girl as her deck master, and Crump uses himself/Nightmare Penguin as a deck master.

Crump uses Penguin cards and cards like Cold Wave (Rest in Peace King) to gradually turn Téa into an ice sculpture.

Téa uses cards like Maha Vailo, some equip spells, and Mirror force to help herself, but due to still being a beginner mirror force gets destroyed.

Téa is getting guidance from Dark Magician Girl on how to duel, and ends up using Sage's Stone to special summon Dark Magician.

Téa wins the duel.

Also, Crump wanted to build a penguin themed amusement park, but that's not important.

Duel 3 - Joey vs Johnson

Joey stumbled into a court room after thinking he found his way back to the blimp. He was tricked by Johnson who was pretending to be Mai.

Joey's deck master is Flame Swordsman and Johnson's is Judge Man.

During this duel, Joey is using his deck master's special ability to raise his monsters attack points, but then they all get destroyed.

Now Joey is putting his faith in his gambling cards, but Johnson is cheating and making it so Joey can't use them

Noah catches this and calls out Johnson, but Joey says it's fine as long as he doesn't cheat anymore.

Joey ends up winning.

Duel 4 - Tristan, Duke, and Serenity vs Nezbit

I wasn't paying attention to this duel until Tristan died.

I still wasn't paying attention after he died.

Duke and Serenity win, but Nezbit got to take control of Tristan's body and now Tristan is Robot Monkey Tristan.

Duel 5: Kaiba vs Lector

This duel was too short.

Lector's deck master is Jinzo and Kaiba's is Lord of D.

During this duel, Lector is using cards like Jinzo and Imperial Order to make sure Kaiba can't use spells or traps. He also uses Injection Fairy Lily. I miss her. I miss my Lily.

Kaiba catches on to Lector's plan and makes him lose too many life points to keep Lily and Imperial Order on the field, then he summons Blue Eyes White Dragon and destroys a Satellite. I'm pretty sure 4kids censored this scene, because there was a weird jump cut from Blue Eyes attacking, to the debris falling.

Duel 6 - Joey and Yugi vs The Big Five

The big five are using Tristan's body to duel, and they're doing alright with early Umi Control. Then Johnson ruins it.

Yugi and Joey fuse their deck masters The Big Five fuse their deck masters.

Uhhhhhh

Yugi and Joey win and we never see the Big Five again.

Important stuff that happened

Mokuba got kidnapped and brainwashed.

Kaiba and the gang found out that Noah was Kaiba's step brother.

Noah is being really creepy to Mokuba.

Duel 7 - Yugi and Kaiba vs Noah

This duel is so long

Kaiba is really trying his best and is kind of winning, but Noah is reciting the Bible and using Mokuba as a shield so Kaiba loses because he is a hardcore reddit atheist and loves Mokuba.

Yugi calls Noah a hypocrite and combines his and Kaiba's deck.

Kaiba and Mokuba are turned to stone at this point.

Yuugi keeps talking shit and then Duke gets turned to stone. Nothing of value was lost.

Noah has to activate his deck master's second ability because Yugi destroyed the first one, and now Yugi has to fave Shinatu or whatever his name was.

Noah keeps raising his life points and he's using Spirit Monsters

My honest reaction to spirit monsters.

At least we saw Yatagurasu.

Noah is turning Yugi's friends to stone every turn, but Téa gets to stay alive for one more turn because she's just cool like that.

Yami summons all three Dark Magicians that he has ,but Noah destroyed all of them.

Then Yami summons Blue eyes and wipes out Noah's life points.

Yugi won and Kaiba wasn't happy that Yugi used his deck.

Duel 8 - Kaiba vs Gozuburo

This duel was also too short.

Gozuburo has Exodia and it gave Kaiba PTSD.

Kaiba has to send all 5 pieces of Exodia to the graveyard so that Gozuburo can summon Exodia Necros.

Necros is invincible and Kaiba's all like "You still take damage dumbass"

Gozuburo raises the attack of Necros, and Kaiba banishes (or puts them back in the deck I forgot) the Exodia pieces that were in the graveyard.

Kaiba wins and Gozuburo tries to take over his body anyway, but Yugi saves him.

Important stuff that happened

The squad was looking for an exit with Noah

Noah was told he was disappoinment so many times.

Mokuba accepted Noah as part of his family

Noah went to the real world to help the gang get their bodies back.

The island is about to explode.

Téa, Tristan and Serenity get their bodies back first

Then Duke and Joey

Then the rest of them.

Noah traps Gozuburo in Cyber space.

The island exploded

The End

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Twenty Four: I Am Right Where I Need To Be

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Charles starts to feel the old Vali is coming back and he is one step closer to getting his girl back.

Warnings: tiny mention of the crash

A/N: I am sorry this has taken so long to get this part out things are hectic with the dino launch and running two businesses. This is kind of a filler part

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles’ POV

“How the hell do you expect me to get in your Ferrari with this,” Vali huffed, gesturing to her bright red cast. A smirk formed on my face at the sight of the colour, it was obviously going to happen when I was the one who was asked about the colour.

“Urm shit,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t think about that.” I admitted, looking up at her face. “We can make it work.”

Although I wasn’t sure we would, the car was extremely low to the ground with not much room to manoeuvre. After three attempts we gave up, I would pick the Ferrari up later on tonight but for now we ordered a cab.

The journey home was quiet, I could tell Vali was tired even though she would never have openly admitted it, just like she would admit she was still having flashbacks of the crash. I noticed with every loud noise she flinched ever so slightly.

It felt good to have her resting her head against my shoulder throughout the ride back to maman’s. I would have taken her back to my apartment but knew that here was the better option, there was more space for her and this was like a second home to her.

As we pulled on the drive I noticed the front door swinging open and three familiar faces flooded out of the house.

Vali hadn’t noticed that her mum and dad were standing on the front porch. I had spoken to Enrico this morning and he told me that he had cancelled the rest of the meetings over the next week so he could come see his little girl. Just from speaking to him I could feel that he felt extremely guilty for not being in Japan, even when he facetimed Vali she told him it was okay and she would have hated it if he lost the huge deal he had in front of him.

Vali hadn’t even gotten out of the car before everyone came rushing over, the smile on her face was wide and melted my heart. Reaching into the car I wrapped my arms around her helping her to exit the vehicle before passing her the crutches. I knew that once she was inside she would toss them in a cupboard refusing to use them no matter how much I tried to convince her she needed them.

Most people didn’t realise how stubborn she was but when she had her mind set on something she would do everything in her power to achieve it.

Taking a step back I allowed everyone to greet her, pulling her in for tight hugs. I could tell that she was putting on a brave face, she hid her pain well but I could see right through it, I always have.

“You doing okay son?” Maman asked, wrapping her arm around my waist.

Letting out a heavy sigh I nodded. “I am now I know she is going to be okay.” I hummed, refusing to take my eyes off Vali.

“You’re forfeiting the rest of the season aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I need to be here with Vali.”

“You know she won’t let that happen.” Maman chuckled, pressing a kiss against my cheek. “So good luck with getting your way on that one.”

We had been home for a couple of days now, Vali still refused to use the crutches and just like I had thought they had been tossed into the downstairs cupboard. She also refused to take any of the pain meds.

“Babygirl, you need to take your tablets.” I whispered, crouching down in front of her, placing my hand on her knee. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you aren't in any pain because I can see it written on your face. Plus you are being extremely grumpy.”

“I am not grumpy.” She pouted, “I don’t need the tablets, I’m fine.” she protested, reaching over to the side table to grab her drinks bottle, wincing in the process.

“See you are in pain.” I hummed, raising my brow at her. “Please just take some painkillers, you know I hate seeing you in pain. If you don’t take them I’m telling Maman.”

“Fine.” she huffed, I had won this time but i knew she would refuse again in a couple of hours but at least I was able to get her to take some tablets.

Pushing myself onto my feet I strolled into the kitchen with a small smile on my face. As I sorted the painkillers out my mind started to wander, I had the rest of the week to try and convince Vali that I was forfeiting the rest of the season. I couldn’t go back to the track whilst she was here, I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus.

I had a plan, I knew I had a lot of making up to do for the pain I had caused over the last four years, I could feel the connection we still had. Every time she laughed it my heart fluttered, her smile made my stomach flip and she crept into my thoughts all of the time. Over her recovery I was planning on breaking down the walls she had built to protect her heart.

I didn’t know how long it would take but I would wait a lifetime and would do anything for her.

“Oi asshole, you are blocking the TV. Move before I beat you.” I heard Vali snap, no doubt Arthur was winding her up again. Grabbing the tablets from the brown paper bag I scurried into the living room leaning against the door frame watching my younger brother smirk back at her.

“How you gonna do that?” he hummed, with an amused look on his face.

“I have my ways.” Vali scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “Unless you want to find out then I would suggest you move your fat ass.”

“You think I have a fat ass?” he scoffed, looking over his shoulder trying to see his ass, he looked like a puppy trying to chase his tail and I wish I had my phone handy .

Walking into the room I passed Vali her tablets and turned to Arthur, shaking my head at him before smacking round the back of his head.

“Leave her alone.” I chuckled, as I picked up Vali’s legs so I could sit down on the sofa.

“Bro she has you whipped.” Arthur winked, causing Vali to flip him off.

I didn’t miss the smirk on Enrico’s face as he walked into the room, his gaze was on both me and Vali before he walked over to his daughter, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

I finally felt like I was on the right path to rebuilding both mine and Vali’s hearts.

Reaching for my phone I couldn’t help but grin at the text that had just come through. The final part of the plan was complete, the car had just arrived at the track. I just needed to convince Vali that it was time to go outside.

I knew she was scared, it had been nearly a week since she had come out of hospital and from the moment she did the press kept hounding her on social media. Everyone wanted to know her side of the crash, how her recovery was going so I didn’t blame her for shutting the world out but she couldn’t hide for the rest of her life.

Over the last couple of days the air around me and Vali had changed. It had gone back to how it was when we were dating. The flirty banter, the lingering touches and the cuddling was back. Neither of us had said anything about it but I knew I was on the right path to getting my girl back. I just needed to be patient and take things at whatever speed Vali wanted to go.

The sound of thudding pulled my attention away from my phone, locking the device I slipped it into my pocket. I went to investigate the noise, the moment I saw Vali bum shuffling down the stairs I couldn’t help but laugh, she was nothing but determined that was for sure.

“Need any help, sweetheart?” I hummed, leaning against the bannister rail.

“I’m good.” she nodded, not taking her gaze from the stairs, I felt my heart melt at the sight of her sticking her tongue out slightly as she concentrated on not missing a step.

Once she was at the bottom step, I reached out to her offering my hand to help her to her feet but she swatted it away like she had done every single time I offered. Shaking my head at her stubbornness I took a step back allowing her the space she needed to pull herself up using the bannister.

“You do know I can just carry you up and down the stairs right?”

“And like I said every time you say that, I don’t need help.” she pouted, leaning against the bannister rail, trying to hide the fact she was slightly out of breath.

“There's no shame in needing help, babygirl.” I whispered, wrapping my arm around her shoulders pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to fly out to Qatar?” she questioned, raising her brow at me.

“Nope,” I hummed, trying to hide the smirk that was forming. “I am right where I need to be. Now come on, we have plans today.”

“I’m ready.” she nodded, looking up at me through her lashes.

I hadn’t missed the fact that once again she had stolen my Ferrari hoodie rather than wearing her Alpha Tauri hoodie. Each time I saw her in my clothes it practically brought me to my knees and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. “Red looks good on you.” I winked, dropping my hand down to her lower back. What surprised me was the fact that she didn’t fight the fact I said we had plans. I could see it in her eyes she was tired of being stuck in the house even though the thought of the press terrified her.

Spinning on the balls of my feet I quickly grabbed her crutches that were leant against the sideboard in the hallway. After her dad found out she shoved them into a cupboard he gave her a lecture about not using them, although she never listened to him but I made sure they were always handy for her to use. So as I passed her the crutches I half expected her to throw them on the floor.

“You gonna tell me what you got planned?” Vali asked, as she willingly took the crutches, surprising me in the process.

“It’s a surprise.” I grinned, holding the front door open for her.

“Fine,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at me. “As long as we stop for coffee on the way to wherever.”

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[m-jelly]

I’ve been watching Bridgerton so can I have a oneshot with nobility! Mike who is infamous for being a player amongst the women , but the one he wants is servant! Reader he has known since childhood. Please just give us sine flirty mike 🙏🏽

So, I've never seen Bridgerton so I'll base this on period pieces and Royal AUs I've done before.

What a sweet maid

Pairing: Mike x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, fluff, romance, flirting, confessions, Mike is a Lord.

Concept: A lot of women Lord Mike and he's happy to flirt with them, but the one woman he wants is you. You think Mike lacks commitment and is just going to use you, so Mike does everything he can to prove that he doesn't care about titles and other women. He does his best to prove his love and dedication to you.

"My Lord, you are so handsome!" The woman clung to Mike's arm as he walked through the gardens with her. "So smart too and your land is incredible."

Mike hummed in response. He let the woman drone on and praise him, but he wasn't too interested because he wanted only one woman. He wanted you so desperately. He'd known you since you were kids, you played together and when he grew up you took on a role at his mansion and worked your way up to a maid.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you with a basket full of washing. He dragged his arm from the woman with him and ignored her shouts as he hurried over to you. He smirked a little as he felt excited to see you. He just wanted to hold you in his arms.

You put the basket down on the floor as you stood in front of the line. You pulled out the sheet and flapped it a few times before draping over the line. You moved to the tips of your toes and started pegging it in place. You grabbed another sheet and did the same thing, but this was harder to peg because of a gust of wind.

You gasped when you felt a big solid body press against your back. Your cheeks burned when you smelt the familiar scent of your childhood friend who was also your boss. You squeaked as his big hands took over and pinned up the sheet to dry in the summer sun. You felt your heart race when he released the line and wrapped an arm around you.

Mike leaned down and chuckled against your ear. "Perhaps I should find you a stool to help you reach?"

You pouted and tried to push his arm down and off you, but he held on. "Perhaps you should release me and return to your main source of entertainment."

Mike released you and kept a close eye on you as you worked. "Entertainment?"

"I am very much aware of your multiple bed fillers."

He spun a little around you to face you. "Bed fillers? As far as I am aware, there has been none. My nights are lonely. My bed is cold. My office and my paperwork consumes my time."

You let out a long sigh. "This explanation is not needed. You are my Lord. You need not excuse your actions."

"But I want to."

You stared at him. "Why? Oh, it must be so you can ensure that your maid fulfils her duty to the fullest by informing her of your duties."

He let his emotions take over causing him to sigh and his face to drop, he looked tired to you. He softly said your name. "Forgive me, I believe I am making you uncomfortable and I have failed to portray who I am to you and what I desire."

You hugged yourself as sadness filled your heart. "Mike..."

He smiled sadly at your words. "What a delight that was to hear. It has been so long since you have called my name."

You fiddled with your dress. "If you are playing the role, and I suspect you have been, then you must be truly tired. I implore you to rest. I am not asking as a maid but as your friend." You moved closer to him and gazed up at him. "A role or character is not needed. I am sure the real you will be adored."

He walked right up to you and caressed your cheek. "Do you adore the real me?"

You nodded shyly. "Very much. If I did not, I would not be pleading with you to release that side of you. You are truly a wonderful man." You pulled from his touch and picked up the empty basket. "I have wasted enough of your time. Your date requires your attention."

Mike followed you without looking at his date. "I require your attention."

You turned to him. "My Lord?"

"Forgive me, I am being selfish. I just want you."

You hugged the basket tightly. "Mm, how nice that would be..." You gasped and bowed deeply. "Excuse me!"

Mike watched you hurry away and return to the mansion. He let out a long sigh and longed for you to return to him. He scrunched his nose when he smelt the woman return to him. "Go home, my dear, I am done playing." He turned to her and saw her shock. "Inform your friends that I no longer wishes to entertain ladies anymore."

She pouted hard. "Entertain! You jest! Balls and strolls through your grand garden are lacking in entertainment. You pulled us along like fishes on hooks. Not a single kiss, nor a roll in the sheets. Perhaps your goal was to incite jealousy within that tart of a maid."

"Hold your tongue before you regret your words. You may speak ill of me, but never my maid."

She laughed in his face. "You wish to lay and wed with a maid!? How far you will fall as a Lord to wed a servant. Your children will be mocked and tainted. You know not of what you are doing." She shook her head and grinned. "She will never be accepted in high society."

Mike grabbed her upper arm and dragged her to her carriage and spoke to his guards. "Refuse entry to her if she should ever return. I do not wish to see her ever again."

He pulled away from his people and returned to his office. He spent hours writing letters to different people about rejecting proposals and rejecting advancements from past women. Mike was done with playing this fake player and wanted to be with you. He needed to show you who he really was and that his heart was full of love for you.

Mike did everything he could to prove how much you meant to him. He showered you in gifts but made sure to start small at first. He always took care of his staff, so much so that they had their own nice rooms, had a high paid wage and had everything they needed to work. He just went the extra mile for you, which his staff did not mind as they knew how madly in love Mike was with you.

You inhaled deeply at the knock at your bedroom door. You slipped out of bed and opened it to reveal Mike. "Good morning, forgive my attire."

"You are stunning." He moved closer and inhaled deeply. "You smell wonderful in the mornings. I wish to wake up next to it."

You felt your heart skip a beat. "Mike..."

"I came to collect you."

You pulled away from the door and moved around your room. "For what?"

He sat on your bed and smiled. "A date."

"A date?"

He nodded. "I wish to take you on a date. I have much planned for us both."

You changed behind your screen into a delicate dress Mike bought for you. "You have changed so much." You walked out and smiled. "It is wonderful to see the real you."

"You inspired me. I desire to be with you. As you are aware, I have fully removed myself from the old role I played." He reached over and took your hand before pulling you closer. "You are a vision."

"Thank you."

He showered your hand in kisses before inhaling your scent. "My heart only beats your name. I care for you deeply." He looked up at you and said your name. "Forgive me, but my actions before this change were ways to get you to notice me. I tried to spark your jealousy. How foolish of me." He lowered his head. "I will accept any punishment you see fit for my unjust actions."

You knelt before Mike and looked up at him. "How long have you loved me?"

"Many years."

You grabbed a bit of his beard and pulled making him yelp. "That is the only punishment I will give. I will admit I am angry with you. However, I am so happy that you care for me as I care for you. Mike, I have loved you for so long but I am a mere maid and you are a Lord."

"Love has higher authority than our titles."

You hummed a laugh. "You really believe that?"

Mike cupped your face. "I do."

You kissed Mike's cheek making him smirk. "That is for admitting the truth and becoming the man we all care about."

He pulled you close and kissed you. "I have been dying to do that for so long. Your lips are sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I would love to do that more."

"I too would love to do that more."

Mike kissed you again and sighed through his nose as he melted against you. "A date. We have a date." He stood you up before standing. "I have much for us to do. I do hope you enjoy."

You hugged his arm. "So, I have a question about our love. I do believe there is intention to be a couple."

"With marriage too."

"Yes." You nibbled your lip. "What am I to do with my role?"

Mike helped you into the carriage. "You will cease as my maid and become my lover and then wife. You will take the title of Lady and be at my side and help me rule and care for the people."

You smiled softly. "I will do my best."

"I know you will." He placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small box. "A gift."

"Mike."

He opened it to show a necklace. "I know, I know you have asked me to reduce the gifts but I struggle to control myself. Do you like it?"

You nodded. "It is beautiful."

He took the necklace and put it on you. He pulled you into his arms and held you. "My love."

[arshifiesta]

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Knight Out on Downtown Dialtown

Knight rider x Dialtown. Good fuckin' luck.

The alley behind Bunny’s burger joint is dingy. The signs plastered everywhere for people to “get their own trash” don’t make it any better. Actually, the gap between brick-and-mortar stores is surprisingly full-up with random filler, but the taped posters and graffiti can’t obscure the rank scent or the squelch of mud and refuse pounded into the cracked pavement. At the very least, it’s well lit, and the only major obstacle doubles as your destination.

A dumpster. A violet, heavily tagged dumpster, which— if the locals were to be believed— also doubled as a rental.

You hesitate, though. You lean back against your car, letting your head tilt back until the back of your helmet rests against the t-top structure. Red text appears in the corner of your visor, bringing a wry smile to your face.

This place is awful, Michael. Surely no one actually lives here?

You’re no good at texting back. “He pays rent and everything, KITT,” you say aloud.

You have to be careful not to activate the external mic. Thank GodPhone-God that Bonnie had deigned to add a toggle. Gave you and KITT some privacy while you both struggled your way through the city, whose populace was… interesting. Definitely jarring. Made you itchy, too. The racing helmet you and KITT chose is heavy and hot, the air cooling unable to keep up all of the time. And, well. You’ve both been running at orange since you rode in.

“Michael,” KITT imposes quietly. “We should find that Mr. Jade. That way, if he isn’t here, we can go to a car wash. Or a decontam chamber.”

Fuck. You unfurl yourself away from KITT’s chassis and stretch until your spine cracks. Your shuffling echoes.

The button to hit the mic takes a few chin waggles to fully depress. You hope the tell-tale clicking doesn’t tip people off anytime soon.

“Is there a Randal Jade here? Oh, that’s loud, KI—”

KITT, did you put on the amplifier, goes unspoken, because you bite your tongue. Your voice still rattles the alley, having been pitched way louder than necessary.

Yes, KITT messages plainly.

The dumpster rattles ominously. Trash goes flying as someone pops out from the top, bandaged, bloodied hands gripping the corrugated metal. KITT quickly identifies the Phonehead as a Nokia 3410 which you know is more for his benefit than yours. It just also happens to be Randal’s.

Why does he have “fuckface” scrawled on his head? KITT sends.

How the hell are you supposed to know? You’re wondering that yourself as you wait for Randal to get situated. He seems to struggle, or maybe your shouting disoriented him. Way to go, Michael.

“Um, hey there,” Randal says, slightly breathless. “I’m— I’m Randal Jade. You should just call me Randy, though. Am I in trouble?”

“No, no, no, Randy. You’re not in trouble!” You hurry to placate him for some reason. “I’m Michael Knight. I’m with the Foundation. Why don’t you, uh, come outside so we can talk?”

Randy puffs himself up slightly. Or as much as he can. He seems to be getting the shakes, propping himself up this long over the edge of the dumpster.

“Why don’t YOU come inside? So we can talk? Since this is my house and all…”

He’s got you there, KITT whispers in your ear.

You don’t honor KITT with a response. You both know that getting into that humble abode is not a fucking option.

“Do you really want me to come inside, Randy?”

Randy sighs and hefts one leg over. He falls to the ground in a heap. The thud isn’t as heavy as it probably should be.

“No, not really,” Randy says, staring up at the sky.

You approach him, offering a hand up. You’re not sure if he makes any sort of eye-contact, but his buttons and dim screen stare into your visor for what seems like an eternity before he accepts the help. The bandages are slimy against your palm. Sweat is visibly running down his neck.

KITT wordlessly provides a visual of Randy’s body and relevant vitals. Diagnosis? Some kind of terrified. He probably thinks you’re a cop.

Randy gets his feet under him, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a pat down or hanging onto his elbows a little too long. You have a feeling if you don’t play your cards right, he’ll crumple into a wet paper ball…

If you think he is riding in my cabin, you are mistaken.

“Thanks… for that,” Randy says.

“Uh, yeah. No problem. Uh. Right. I’m Michael. From the Foundation. Apparently, you may be the only witness to a crime. I need your help.”

Randal stares up at you. He seems to shrink back slightly. You have to step back so his head doesn’t knock against your helmet as he bows it meekly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. “I didn’t see any crimes.”

“That’s the thing! You did! It was just a very plain-sight crime and are you actively bleeding through your bandages?”

You can’t help yourself. You’re too wound up to not notice the spreading red on his hands, even as he tries to hide them. Even KITT is highlighting the issue, which seems to be taking precedence over his distaste in being in this situation.

His hands and arms appear to be covered in bite marks. I cannot identify what from.

“When am I not bleeding through my bandages?” Randy asks, laughing a little. “You know how it is. Work runs out of first aid supplies…Just can’t keep up with PURE, UNFILTERED AVIAN RAGE. And how bad I am at wrangling them…”

He shrinks back in on himself, arms wrapped around his body, hands tucked away. His voice had swelled with momentary bravado that immediately cracked on the vowel and kept breaking all the way down.

You’re glad the helmet hides your expressions. But it also impedes your impulse control. You delicately grab Randy’s wrist and tug him toward not just yourself, but KITT, whose wheels crunch audibly against the pavement.

“Michael,” KITT says warningly.

Randy squawks and tries to bolt. You clamp down on him, and he’s not even heavy enough to pull on you.

“What— who was that?” Randy whispers.

You ignore him.

“KITT, come on. The IFAK’s still in there, right? It doesn’t even have to be inside the car—”

“I didn’t have covert murder on the list of ways I was going to die,” Randy says, “and I’m not sure if it’s better than the swans.”

“Murder? Michael, he thinks you’re going to kill him!”

“I— I’m not! Randy, who would even want to kill you?”

What is GOING ON. You didn’t even mean to say that, but Randy takes it and runs, gesturing with his free hand and mumbling incoherently. In your peripheral, you see KITT start to inch backwards, utilizing his “Silent Mode” for all it’s worth, apparently.

“KITT! Remember what you said about the public transit!” You cry out, marching after him.

“Who’s KITT?” Randy squeaks as he stumbles after you.

You debate asking why KITT even broke cover, considering their circumstances, but you have a feeling you know why. There’s no way you’re getting Randy back to the hotel on foot, after all, but both this alley-way and Randy’s, uh, eau de Desperation, will never get out of the upholstery. It’s never getting out of your clothing, either. So.

KITT makes a retching sound in your ear. New and gross. You don’t know if you should praise him for learning a new trick or scold him for making you sympathy-gag. But as you determinedly drag Randy behind you, KITT rolls to a stop and pops both doors.

“Randy—” You start.

“Kidnapping has to be, a, uh, vertical movement right? In terms of living conditions?” Randy asks.

You don’t say anything. His bandages aren’t even well-applied, really. KITT probably would have told you if he was infected, though.

Not even Devon can get you out of kidnapping and murder charges, KITT messages. It takes all of your willpower not to react.

“I never did agree to come with you,” Randy clarifies. “But we both know I’m not strong enough to get away, so why bother! This might as well happen!”

That… would make it kidnapping. You did plan on taking him to a second location. His injuries just threw you out of sorts. Even more out of sorts than you already were, and KITT’s sheer distaste for the current mission, well. Maybe you should take it from the top.

Very gently, you kneel down, clasping his hand more tightly between your own. Waterfowl, sweat, and fear would presumably be flooding your nostrils if not for the very over-engineered helmet over your head. You drag your thumb across his knuckles.

“Randy. I am serious. You can help us with this case. I just can’t let an injured man bleed out on my watch. Let me help you. So you can help us.”

Randy’s fingers wrap around yours. His free hand scrabbles at the back of his head’s paneling, apparently embarrassed by your display of chivalry. A tiny, aborted beeping sound filters out from within.

“Wow. You— you know what? Okay. Okay. I’ll go with you. If it’ll really help,” Randy says.

For some reason, you get the distinct impression he’s blushing. Maybe because his neck turns a darker pink, now that you can see it from the ground. Your pant legs are ruined, actually. Why did you do this?

Randal’s vitals have heightened. I dare say he’s attracted to you.

“You would know,” you mutter internally.

I heard that. Hurry up. This alleyway is going to ruin me.

To your surprise, Randy helps you back to your feet. The effort makes him visibly wilt and more sweat pours off of him in waves. Delicately, you nudge him over to KITT’s passenger door, which is still ajar.

“This is KITT, by the way. He’s my partner. Are you familiar with the hotel?”

Randy throws you an odd look, or what has to qualify as an odd look with a Nokia for a head. But he pries open the door and peers inside, hesitant. You cross around to the driver’s side and unceremoniously dump yourself in.

KITT’s voicebox is looking more like a face everyday.

“…Which hotel? Um, uhh…”

You decide to give him a minute while you look for the IFAK and manually take KITT out of silent mode. He gives you a low tone of reproach in your helmet, but quiets down as he apparently cottons on to how the low whine of the turbine soothes you.

“Hello, Randal,” KITT says.

Randy chirps.

“Are you— the car?”

“That is close enough for now, yes. You’re in good hands now.”

You throw a suspicious look at KITT’s vocoder, which pulses in time to his voice. He’s speaking lower and smoother than usual, and your skin prickles oddly. First, he blows cover, then he starts flirting? Maybe you’ll let him keep it up. See where it goes.

“Am- am I? Hey, maybe I should just get out and walk… I just realized your interior is REALLY clean and—”

KITT lurches forward with a rip of his engine. You snatch the steering yoke to at least pretend you’re driving before he truly hands you manual control. Sedately, you nose back out onto the streets. Dialtown traffic has wound down somewhat.

“Do not. Worry. About that,” KITT lies, in a tone of voice that says Randy should be worrying about it.

Far more kindly: “Why don’t we begin with your day? We could start with the swans.”

One of KITT’s screens starts showing a black-and-white rendition of a swan. It has a paper shredder for a head.

You should be commended for driving like nothing is wrong. You didn’t see the paper-shredder fowl when you had scoped out the park. Too busy losing it over the condition of the grass at the time (and chasing Little Billy away from KITT; he had… interesting vocabulary).

Randy sinks low into the seat to accommodate his… head. Phone. He trembles visibly, presumably in agony.

“We have time if it’s a long story,” KITT says coaxingly.

“KITT—” You start on the internal mic.

You proposed to him first. I am merely following through.

“And I’ve heard that one before…”

Randy’s hands move and writhe as he stops and starts, clearly trying to pick his way through— whatever got him into his specific mess in the first place. It’s going to be a long drive back to Uptown Dialtown.

[distortedclouds]

You're so pretty... Left Behind/filler BW Set: Somewhere between chapters 20 and 21 Rating: G Wordcount: 1.2k Tags: Flufff

Her eyeslids still feel like they’re sticking to each other when she finally manages a firm grip, one on the doorknob and the other around the key, turning the two with a low click. She should’ve taken the time to light a lamp because the street lights around here are a pathetic excuse.

The insistent knocking lasts to the very last second the wood of the door is within reach. It’s not like Annie could’ve slept through it.

“Took you long enough,” Hitch elongates the words in a way Annie would’ve found as endearing as always if it wasn’t one of the first things to hear being ripped out of bed without even the brains to fetch more than a light cardigan.

“I found it!” Armin yells out triumphantly and with a wide smile to match the flush on his cheeks. He yanks his hand almost violently from his coat pocket, fingers grasping a shiny key, while his other is firmly in Hitch’s and around her shoulder, where she’s, very kindly, making sure he doesn’t fall face first into the muddy street at this hour of the night. Alas, his joy doesn’t last long when he’s dragged inside, having missed the opportunity to actually put it to use.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you’d borrowed him for the entire night,” Annie mutters, a hand rubbing over her face and shoving her hair out of the way. She still steps to the side and lets them in, counting their steps until she could shove the door back closed to keep most of the cold out. 

“Oh, no, no, no~ I couldn’t possibly do that to you, Annie dear,” Hitch says, face adorned with a similar flush and voice lacking much structure as she delegates the task of keeping Armin upright to the stair’s railing. She instead leans back against the wall, appearing fully unbothered by the smell of alcohol that wafted in with the both of them. “Also he wouldn’t stop talking about you. It was kinda annoying.” 

“I try not to take everything he says while drunk seriously,” Annie says, watching him struggle to take two more steps up the stairs before she finally catches up with him, replacing Hitch under his shoulder. He complains, but she ignores it. The last thing they need is a run to the hospitable for a concussion in the middle of the night. “You can stay the night in the spare room. I’ll fetch you another blanket.”

Hitch waves her hand at her like she’s swatting away a fly, a tiny hiccup almost erupting from her throat. “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll just head home.”

“You sure?” Annie stops to look at the Hitch from over her shoulder, Armin almost missing the railing at the abrupt change of pace.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Just some water.” 

“Kitchen,” Annie nods the knock opposite the stairs and trusts her to know the rest. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time, really” she giggles stupidly and pushes herself off the wall and towards the kitchen.

Continuing on up the stairs, Annie hears the distinct sound of water, and it’s not unaccompanied by glass shattering or dangerously clattering, so it’s probably fine. Dragging Armin up the last few steps and into their room proves significantly easier once her body joins her mind in being somewhat awake.

“There!” Annie lets him drop down on the bed, and she almost falls on top of him when he proceeds to lie down instead of sitting, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. His arms feel so heavy that she can’t tell whether he tried to hold her to him or if that was simply their weight on her waist. “Don’t sleep in your clothes. They stink.”

She pulls out one of his shirts from the closet it and chucks it at him. He moves to catch it a couple of seconds too late, but he gets up and begins to wrestle his way out of the many layers he put on in the morning, starting with his military green coat. Annie’s glad she never got to wear this variety of uniform; it looks even more uncomfortable than the leather harness.

“I’ll go check up on Hitch,” she announces, leaving after he hums in understanding. Back on the ground floor, she finds Hitch still in the kitchen, making her way into what could be her second or third glass of room-temperature water and looking progressively more sober already. “Did you have to get him this drunk? You know he’s got the tolerance of a toddler.”

Annie takes the glass from her when she gestures that she’s done, putting it in the sink. No one needs to be doing the dishes just past midnight.

“If I didn’t, you would’ve had a wishy-washy—probably sobby, even—Armin on your hands right now. You should be thanking me, actually.” Annie doesn’t say anything, continuing to stand with her arms crossed by the sink. “Well, I should get going,” Hitch declares a little too loud and a little too cheerful as she untucks and pulls the collar of her coat higher around her neck. Yeah, it’s probably cold out there.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay the night?”

“I’m sure.” She pats Annie’s shoulder on the way out.

Annie doesn’t press or object, faring her goodnight and locking the door behind her, not sticking for long to hear her footsteps fade into the quiet of the night that now seeps into the corners of the house.

She hates it when things are this quiet. She should sleep until there are more signs of life to rouse her ears. Upstairs, Annie isn’t sure whether she should be surprised or not that Armin is still on the third layer, struggling greatly with the undoing of the tiny buttons of his shirt even when he seems to be giving it his all—judging by the frown wrinkling his brows and forehead.

“Here, let me,” she grumbles with a low sigh that draws out softly near the end.

Annie sits next to him at the foot of the bed and proceeds to undo the remaining two thirds of the buttons. He doesn’t attempt to get in her way, but she can feel his eyes on her; the quiet sound of his breathing not far from her face, and it pleasantly tickles her ears whenever it overlaps with her own. She’s yet to find anything better to interrupt the silence than the sound of his voice.

“I can feel you staring.”

“You’re so pretty,” he says in a low murmur, almost a whisper.

Annie makes a point to yank at the last button, making him flinch when she throws the two sides of his shirt open around his chest. “Get dressed,” she stressed, shoving the clean shirt into his hands. Annie goes back down the stairs and into the kitchen, filling an empty glass to the brim with room-temperature water and trying not to take anything he says while drunk seriously.

[musewrangler]

#2, 6, 15, and 18 for the fic writer ask game, please!!

Have I mentioned before that you are the coolest for asking me things about my writing? Thank you friend. :D

2. What fanfic do I wish I got more response on?

I think that has to go to my Star Wars Western---Showdown At Alliance Ranch. I had SUCH fun with it and I really worked the research and descriptions. But it is admittedly a very niche thing, so I'm at peace with its humble hit count. :D

6. Have you written any fanfiction featuring OCs? Elaborate.

Ha. This is hilarious coming from you. You're just handing me a microphone and smirking because you KNOW about this. ;D So. Stretches fingers.

Why yes. Yes I HAVE written OCs. xD AND featured them! This is an amusing one, because when I started writing here, particularly the Empire Reimagined series, I was determined not to do any OCs. I think I found so many of them rather shoe horned in with other works and I didn't want my stories to feel like that. I liked the feel of the original canon characters. However, we all grow don't we? And it made sense in my AU to have more characters to make the galaxy more three dimensional. Doctor Henley was the first OC and there was NO WAY he was going to let me just use him and lose him. So even early in my writing, I broke this little private rule and carefully put in a few OCs. Henley, as mentioned. Then Braxten, a medic, and Sergeants Havel and Ellery.

However, in terms of FEATURING one. That didn't happen until my young friend, Matthew Scraps, showed up. I had once again written him as a nice little filler character. A newbie to interact with canon characters in a one shot. But then, I needed some characters for a short series I did featuring Commander Fox and I thought---hey. This would make sense and we've seen him before.

I'm not sure when the idea of putting him on as the head of Piett's security squad hit my brain, but when it did, I realized I had someone I had made indispensable. And then he and Piett developed this wonderful father-son energy. The rest, as they say, is history.

15. Are there words, mannerisms, phrases or scenes you tend to use a lot?

Ha there sure are. I'll try to stay brief. I love thinking of Piett and Veers as exceedingly British. I mean---the actors ARE so that shapes the way I portray them. Thus, both are fairly understated in the wonderful way that the Brits can be, especially when faced with fearful odds. ;D Veers tends to convey a great deal with his 'Iron General' persona. Piett has very expressive eyes and eyebrows so I utilize that a lot in my work. I love having him do little things like tug his jacket into place or rub at his temple to convey various emotions. I find that the way people hold their mouths is very effective with conveying feeling: chewing a lip, pressing them together, allowing the edge to curl a little, scrunching a bit in distaste etc.

In terms of scenes---I have to follow a hurt with a comfort. It may not be right away, but I find I'm not an author that can do hurt no comfort very often at all. So my fics usually have a concluding wrap up with people where they should be, a conversation that needs to happen or healing etc. I love a good confrontation scene between characters and have done a lot of those.

Phrases. Well. Piett will always call Leia 'my dear' and I like that he uses Scraps' full name. Always 'Matthew' not Matt. He and Veers use the 'Good Hunting' 'Safe Stars' when they have to split up to complete a mission. Piett also tends to use 'I'll endeavor' when instructed to do something and it's usually a somewhat playful response.

18. Recommend some else's fic [and tag them if they have a tumblr]

There are so many tremendous writers on here and I confess that I write more than read. But. I would HIGHLY recommend the incredibly talented @hollers-and-holmes. She has done phenomenal things with Tolkein fan work and is a Rembrandt with word painting.

Thank you again for this friend!!

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

IMPORTANT:

//Ok, so I think it’s high time I addressed this because I already put it off for a while.

//Some of you have already been quick to point out that the name of the arc has currently changed from “The Day The World Stood Still” to “Foundation Rising” and I’m sure many of you are wondering what that’s about.

//This isn’t something I’m happy to admit, but there’s been a slight change of plan with my schedule. Life has not been easy for me lately, as I’ve struggled with a lot of adult responsibilities and have had to make a lot of important decisions reflecting on myself and 

//I’m likely going to be busy with stuff, and like I mentioned previously, I’m going on holiday early next month. Which means even if I start the arc next week, like I said I was going to do, I’ll only be able to write a few chapters before I have to stop writing to go spend time with my family.

//Effectively, this means for the coming weeks, I’m not going to have an awful lot of time to create story chapters, or whatever other assets I need to in order to fully bring this arc together. And to round all of that off, I’ve decided I would like to dedicate a bit more time to other Danganronpa related projects that I have created. Namely, Phantom Thieves of Hope and Danganronpa ReCaptured, both of which I am still writing alongside the blog.

//Thus, I have made the difficult decision to delay the story until I come back from holiday.

//So in the meantime, I’ve slotted in an additional ask dedicated to passing the time and answering what asks remain in the box until then. That’s what “Foundation Rising” is.

//This isn’t the first time I’ve done it. There was an arc a while back called “End of the Year Cheer” which existed as both a celebration of the release of DRS, as well as filler so I could dedicate my time to sorting my life out. Because this is going to be a fairly long delay, I’ve done it this way so that the next story arc’s tags don’t end up clogging the box.

//I would like to take a moment to formerly apologize for the way I have chosen to do things, but I think this is the best and safest path forward for me. Rest assured, I will, if nothing else after this, bring the final chapter to you. It’s just going to take me a while.

//Thank you all for listening, and I pray you understand and stick with me, even with all the complications.

-Mod