#PLUS I could probably escape seeing as if I can get shot a few times without t even effecting me I could just make a run for it

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Happy birthday Dean Winchester! Here's a quick one-shot I whipped up to celebrate.

This also fulfils the 'Plus Size' square of my @spnaubingo 2023 bingo card, even though it's 2024... I'm late, I know, but I still want to do some more of it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus sized!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Couple of crap comments from a random, some not-great self-esteem and a drunk character, but nothing particularly bad.

Synopsis: A man you're interviewing makes some crap comments about your body, and Dean doesn't help. Can he make it up to you?

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“Which one’s the father?” The sleazy guy joked. My stomach dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it’s alright love, I know the real father’s probably suffering somewhere alone while you’re off gallivanting with your workmates. I’m surprised he lets you out, really.”

The urge to punch the witness we were interviewing was overwhelming. Rather than ruin the case, I turned on my heel and marched out.

Fuck that guy. I’m not pregnant and I’m not screwing either of the Winchesters.

I heard Dean’s FBI agent tone of voice as he started speaking behind me. Great to see they were all just moving on with their lives, I thought sarcastically.

---

📱 Where are you? We’re going to the next witness’s house

A text came in from Dean. I read it but didn’t reply.

📱 You ok?

I sighed. Finally, he asks.

📱 Fine. I’ll catch up with you later

I replied. He sent me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes.

I kicked at the ground and started the walk back into town. Sam and Dean would probably try and make me feel better, but I knew that wasn’t happening. I looked down at my soft, flabby belly that I’d tried multiple times to lose.

I walked.

---

I felt a bit absurd, getting tipsy this early. It wasn’t that I felt like I had to drink to get over the comment. It was just  that I’d gotten back to the motel room and was feeling a bit morose, and there was nothing to do. I’d tapped out of the case and I was bored. I went for another wander and this stupid town had nothing in it but a pub, and so somehow I’d ended up here, starting drinking a lot earlier than normal.

And now I looked like I was drinking my feelings, when I wasn’t.

 Not that there was anyone looking at me anyway.

Well, except in disgust. Who knew how many more people in here thought I was pregnant too. Probably thought I was harming an unborn baby, right now.

Fuck them.

---

“You know there’s still a monster on the loose?” Dean said gruffly, a frown on his face. I guess it’d been easy to find me given how few things there were in this town.

“You struggling without me?” I didn’t think I was slurring too much, but his expression did not improve when I started talking.

“How you going to fight one off like this?” he gestured to me.

“You think a few drinks are why I’m fat?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you drunk.”

“Right,” I said with an eyeroll.

“Come on, get in the car,” he said, trying to tug my arm.

“Fuck off Dean! I can drink if I want to. There’s nothing else to do in this shithole, anyway.”

He dropped my arm and stomped off to the bar.

I turned back to my drink. Sam came and sat opposite me. You can’t escape the bloody Winchesters.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine. I had a free afternoon, I came to get a drink. Is that fucking crime now?”

“I meant about what happened with the guy. You seemed pretty upset.”

“Surprised you could see that, you were both so busy being silent.”

“Didn’t you hear Dean?”

“How could I hear Dean when he wasn’t saying anything?”

“No, he laid right into the guy.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I heard Dean get right back into his FBI voice as I walked off.”

“Yeah, he was still in character at first, told the guy that he needed to speak respectfully to Agents. And then when the guy was still a douche he got a bit more Dean and threatened to punch his lights out if he didn’t shut up about you.”

I laughed into my drink. I was sure Sam was embellishing, there was just no way Dean would care that much about someone being mean to me.

Speak of the devil, Dean appeared again, tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He put the water in front of me.

“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not having you hung over tomorrow and being a liability to the case, drink the water.”

“I don’t remember electing you.”

“Jesus, you’re even more belligerent when drunk. Just drink the water and stop moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“The guy was an asshole, no one thinks you look pregnant. But you can’t just drink yourself blotto and get yourself killed every time someone says something mean to you.”

I stood up, grabbed the glass of water and upended it all over Dean’s face. Then I marched out the door.

The effect was a little ruined by my drunken stagger, though.

---

Sam caught my arm as I got outside. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I walked myself here, I can walk myself home!”

“I’m pretty sure you were walking in a straight line when you got here though. Come on.”

I let him tug me to the Impala. He must’ve grabbed the keys off Dean before chasing after me.

“He’s just worried about you,” he said gently as we were exiting the carpark. “Doesn’t want you getting hurt.”

“That does not give him a free pass to behave like that.”

---

Dean stood over me, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hands. “Morning, sunshine. Need some relief?”

I gratefully reached out. Man, I did not normally drink that much.

“What time is it?”

 “Time to work the case.”

I groaned, “Can’t you do it without me?”

“No, come on, back on the horse.”

“It’s not the horse that’s the problem, it’s the dog that bit me.”

“I did tell you to drink water,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off!” I threw my pillow at him. He easily deflected but wisely left me alone after that.

I groaned and got off the couch I’d been sleeping on, slumping to the bathroom. The boys were sitting around the tiny table, already dressed and looking at their laptops.

Sam was gone when I came out, freshly showered, dressed and feeling slightly more human. I looked at Dean with a clear question on my face.

“He’s gone for coffee, thought you could use some.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh,” Dean continued, more hesitantly, “I owe you an apology.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. An apology from Dean was a rare thing, but I was wary it was going to end up being a backhanded insult instead. I often felt like I needed to protect my heart from being hurt by him.

“I was worried about you getting hurt when I saw you were drunk. But I just tried to solve the problem, I didn’t actually talk to you, and I,” he paused, biting his lip, “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Nice to see I’m just a problem,” I replied sarcastically. I wasn’t sure why he was riling me so much, but I still felt so hurt and angry.

He stood up and came over to me. “You’re not a problem,” he said quietly, trying to look into my eyes. I ducked my head away from the intensity of his look. “And I am sorry that asshat upset you.”

“I didn’t get drunk just because some guy called me pregnant, you know.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, despite my best efforts not to.

“It’s a shitty thing he did anyway. You’re beautiful.”

I laughed mirthlessly.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t put yourself down all the time.”

“Dean, your idea of beautiful is tall, thin, busty and great hair.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, they’re all thin at least.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“The women you sleep with, the women you hit on.”

“I can think of many women I’ve hit on who aren’t ‘thin’, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Suuuure,” I said with an eye roll.

“But I haven’t hit on many women lately, been distracted by one in particular.”

“Let me guess, beautiful?”

“Absolutely.”

“My point exactly. It’s ok Dean, you don’t have to ma-” Dean’s fingers found my chin, nudging it up so I would like at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel it.”

I stared at him, mouth agape. Absolutely stunned into silence.

“And I’m sorry again that I was a bit of a dick yesterday.”

His face came even closer, watching my reactions.

“You’re my weak spot,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.” I put my hands on his chest, “Dean, this isn’t funny, don’t tease me.”

He dropped his hand from my chin, looking hesitant. “Sweetheart, I’m putting my heart on the line here, I’m not teasing.”

My hands slackened.

He edged a tiny bit forward.

His tongue darted out and back in. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

Was this even real?

How was this happening?

His hand came up to cup my cheek.

I leant forward.

The world suddenly sped up again. Dean moved in, closing the gap between us and bringing his lips to mine. I lost myself in the tenderness of his touch, the softness of his lips, the  exploration of his tongue and mine.

A sudden noise made us pull apart. Sam was standing in the doorway, cardboard holder with coffees in one hand and the other on his hip.

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but we still have a case to work. You can pick this up later.”

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Daddy of Three

Type - A One Shot again!

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - None that I can find! (other than the fact that this is pure smut ofc)

A/n - Lowkey hate the title (you will too when you find out the context) but I just hope you enjoy this hahah <3

Kinks - Daddy kink, Face Fucking, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink.

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Y/n was chopping up the vegetables she'd need for the meal she was going to cook tomorrow morning for Harry and Karan's lunch. Her eyes remained on her iPad's screen, on which she could see the page Carla was presenting in the meeting.

Clicking on the little mic icon by her knuckle, she unmuted herself. "Marla, don't you think that we should use red and yellow undertones? It's going to be a violent and a sad scene, I think it would work better," she said, not exactly agreeing with her idea of using green undertones.

"I agree," a few people wrote in the chat.

"But ma'am, we probably wouldn't have as much screen time for that scene. Plus, we have a scene inside the hotel's bathroom after that, which they tell us would give off green hues," Marla said, sliding photos till the bathroom set was on the screen.

Y/n hummed, laughing at how she'd absolutely forgotten about that. "Then I'd say that we do put green undertones but less. We need the switch between the scenes to be slightly puzzling – nothing like 'what the hell are they doing in the bathroom now' though," she said, making the other woman laugh and other people text the laughing emojis.

They agreed on trying the directory for the same the next day, and planned out a few more things before bidding goodbyes. Right at that time, Harry and Karan also got up from the couch as the show they were watching just ended.

"Are you done?" Harry asked her, walking behind Karan who seemed to be growing taller and taller everyday. It still mesmerized her, the resemblance between the two – same green eyes, same curly hair, same nose. Only his mouth matched with hers, other than that, he was a ditto copy of Harry.

"Yes," Y/n groaned while getting up, stretching the moment she was on her feet while taking a big yawn. "Not really, just a bit tired from all the screen time," she said when Harry asked her if she was feeling sleepy.

"Serve the dinner, will you? I just quickly need to wind my stuff up." She looked at Harry with pleading and slightly guilty eyes, kissing the corner of her mouth once he mumbled an 'of course.'

"Don't take too much time, though!" He yelled as she hurried up the stairs.

Karan climbed up in his chair on his own with a bit of struggle. He'd finally grown tall enough to be able to sit on the main dinner table, but still he needed a taller chair to sit on.

"Look at you going, already a big boy," Harry grinned at the little one, who was about to turn four this year. A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth when the boy's ears turned pink, he was born a shy persona but that never deterred him from speaking up when he wanted to.

Y/n watched from atop as Harry talked to Karan about the show they were just watching. It had shown some wild animals tonight, from what she could hear. She couldn't help but swoon a little bit on the inside as Karan climbed down the chair with a bit of grunting and helped Harry serve the table.

"Bring me a glass, please," Harry asked the kid just because he was eager to help. "Thank you," he appreciated him once the glass was on the table.

"Y/n –" Harry was about to call for her when he saw her watching him from the doorframe of their room. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" He laughed, feeling a tad bit of shyness creep up on him when he realized that she'd been watching him.

They've known each other since childhood yet she still manages to turn his ears pink by just her gaze – it was yet another trait that Karan got from Harry.

"Could watch you be a baby daddy all day long. Just makes me feel so hot," she whispered in his ears, grinning when he slapped her bum sneakily.

"Did you tell daddy about the puzzle we solved today?" Y/n asked Karan and melted on the inside when his eyes lit up and he sat upright, suddenly excited and eager to tell Harry all about it.

And Karan's energized talking about the animals was how they spent their time eating dinner. Talking about Karan's puzzle, Harry's practice routine for the next day and Y/n's plans for visiting the set for a run-through were some add-ons in the talk here and there. Once they'd finished, Y/n took Karan up to his room to read him one of his nightly-stories, and lull him to sleep – it was Harry's turn to do the dishes tonight.

The toddler was extra tired today. He'd had football practice for a small upcoming match in his school, solved a lot of math problems and a whole puzzle in one day. So, it only took about four paragraphs of the story in the calming voice of his mother for him to pass out.

Y/n climbed down the stairs as silently as she could and pressed a feather-light kiss on Harry's neck, who didn't get scared in the slightest – probably because he heard her jam her toe in the leg of the dining table.

Harry hummed to acknowledge her presence, loading the last plate into the dishwasher. She stood back patiently, and once he was done, Harry turned around and leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Then, y/n leaned in to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"Mm, someone's feeling needy," he smirked when she pulled back, pulling her in again by her waist when she nodded. "What do you need, love?" Harry asked her, pecking her lips again with a soft smile on his mouth.

"Need to taste you, daddy – been so long," she mumbled, slowly and slowly relaxing into his body.

He continued tracing the outline of her lips, "Is that so?" He asked again, and when she nodded he released her lower lip from under the weight of his thumb, watching it rise back to its place.

"Then we'll put that mouth of yours to a good use," he rasped, reaching for her mouth again as he slid one of his hands on the back of her head, pulling her hair back to give him space to litter her neck in kisses.

When her mouth met his skin, she left open-mouthed kisses on it and bit on a few spots before Harry started pushing her down on her knees. Once she was down, she pulled down his sweats on his command and watched as his cock stood up, already hard. She spit on her palm, lubricating his length as she stroked him.

"Hands behind your back," Harry told her, and started lowering her head on his length when she took him in his mouth. "Fuck," he breathed, watching her as he pushed her lower and lower on him slowly.

He cherished the feeling of her warm mouth on him, and when she reached his base, he let out a groan as the feeling of his tip touching the very back of her throat.

Y/n could taste his salty pre-cum that had started to leak from his slit. It would've been more convenient for her if she could've placed her hands on his thighs, but somehow, this position was only making her panties wetter.

When Harry asked her if she was ready to go, she quickly showed him a thumbs up before holding her wrist behind her back again.

Slowly and slowly, Harry started bringing her head back and forth by his grip on her hair. Her lips wrapped around him felt every vien as he brought her head up till his reddened tip. She managed to take a lick at his slit before he brought her down again, faster this time.

Now, her head was bobbing faster on his cock and with the way her saliva was starting to dribble down her chin, she could feel him pulsing in mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks when she hit the base.

She gagged a bit when Harry pushed in till the back of throat. And then, he quickened the pace.

He held her head in one place as she tried to swallow some of his arosual fucked into her mouth, the sounds of her gagging filling the kitchen. "Fuck- you're doing so well, darling," Harry moaned above her, creating a pace again – his eyes unable to move from the sight of strings of her saliva and his arousal moving with each bob of her head.

He fucked her mouth with a fast pace, his tips dragging along her tongue before hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "Jesus- fuck," he choked, his hold on her head getting tighter as he began ruthlessly fucking into her mouth.

"Breath from your nose, baby," Harry told her, continuing to thrust his cock deep down her throat by now. She started gurgling on her own saliva and his precum, her arms starting to ache as tears leaked out of her eyes and she clenched around nothing, her pussy feeling like it were ready to be pounded.

"Oh lord," he grunted, slowing down his pace just when Y/n thought he was close to releasing down her throat, he brushed his hand through her hair.

Gradually, Harry pulled out of her mouth and just when she was beginning to think that something had gone wrong, Harry helped her get up on her legs.

She stumbled a bit, her legs a bit numb, and knees hurting because of the hard floor. She freed her arms then as well, holding onto his biceps as she balanced herself.

"Fuck you're such a wreck," Harry breathed, wiping away at her damp skin – not able to tell the difference between her tears and her sweat. "And because of me too," he chuckled, brushing her hair back as she caught up with her breath.

"C'mon, wanted to come down your throat, but I need something else more than that right now," Harry said as he picked her up bridal style in his arms, the veins in his biceps popping out.

"What is it?"

"Need to feel your pussy, darling."

When Harry dropped her on their bed, she immediately got up on her elbows, her knees touching but feet wide apart. "Fill me up, daddy? Want another baby," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry groaned, climbing up on the bed while stroking himself. "Fucking hell – 'course I will," he told her as he sat back on his calves in front of her. "Gonna make me daddy of three, aren't you -- since you clear need one at all times, as well?" Harry teased her.

"Open your legs for me, wanna see ya." Y/n did as Harry told her and he swiped his middle finger through her folds, realizing that she was already soaking wet, ready to take him.

"Gonna give you all my babies, darling. Gonna fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant again," he rasped, lining himself against her hole, wetting his tip. "Fuckin' missed watching your belly swell up with a baby – my baby, " he said while watching himself disappear inside her pussy.

Beginning to thrust into her, Harry's hand came to knead one of her boobs. "Need to see you breastfeed a little one again – see those leaking nipples," he choked out, so turned on that he already felt close to climaxing.

"Gonna come for daddy, love?" Harry cooed at her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his hips already. "Give it to y' husband."

Y/n lied there under him, shaking and moaning as the knot in her belly moved lower and lower. "Gonna cum- fuck –" she coughed, shaking harder as her skin felt like it was on fire when Harry started rubbing her clit.

"Come for Daddy, darling. Doing so good," Harry praised her, increasing his pace as he felt his own balls tighten. As he thumbed tighter and faster circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves, he felt her walls clenching around him.

"So good for me, so fuckin' good around me – fucking made for me," Harry grunted, feeling like he was going to combust.

"Co-coming daddy – O-Oh I'm cuming fuck-" Y/n stuttered, her back arching as Harry fucked into her pussy mercilessly. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and once he hit her g-spot again, she felt like she had been electricuted as she came on his cock.

Her cum went everywhere as Harry continued fucking into her, the bed creaking under his pace. "So good for daddy, look how much you came," he chuckled breathlessly, looking down where she had soaked him and the mattress, white strings of her cum sticking to his base.

Y/n intionally cleanched around him again, lying fucked out of her mind and breathless.

"Good girl- that's a good fucking girl," Harry cursed before he shot ropes of his cum deep in her pussy. Ramming into her pussy until she had milked him dry, he finally stopped when some of his cum started spilling out of her.

"Gonna fill you up again, make sure I put a baby in you," Harry told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead – grinning down at her when she hooked her arms under her knees, giving him full access to her pussy.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, sweet girl," Harry said gleefully, laughing when Y/n managed to swat at his chest.

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Pick Your Poison

Request: from @doctorsteeb OH YOU SAY YOU NEED MORE ROSSI!DAUGHTER REQUEST?? I AM HERE I HAVE ARRIVED

Rossi!daughter being a barista and unknowingly serving BAU their coffee all the time? Then eventually learning she’s rossi’s daughter?

(Tell me if this is Too Specific I can be more vague)

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Criminal minds x platonic!reader

Summary: You've been serving coffee to the BAU team for months... imagine their shock when they learn that you're David Rossi's daughter.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I love writing rossi daughter. The sass, the italian nicknames, the banter- it's so much fun! I hope you enjoy this! (this does include the request of reader having studied abroad but I'm doing a seprate fic for that one as well)

CW: an absurd amount of talk about types of coffee, if you look up the meaning of rossi's nickname for reader you might cry

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It was 4:00 AM when your shift at the coffee shop began. It didn’t open until 5:00, but you were in charge of opening the place yourself. You didn’t mind, though; it gave you time to think about how you might mess with your dad’s co-workers that day.

Rossi went back to work at the BAU just before you entered high school. With his busy work schedule, you both agreed that a boarding school close to home would be best. When it came time for college, you applied to a few schools in the States, but you had an itch to see the world. It was an incredible, well-earned surprise when you were accepted into the University of Bologna in Italy. Your dad had been incredibly supportive, and even though your extended family was dysfunctional at best, he was happy you’d be going somewhere there were relatives nearby.

You loved Italy, but after graduation you had wanted to move home and take a gap year. A friend from high school had opened a coffee shop not far from the Quantico office, and having been a barista at a local shop through college to help pay for your student costs (not that you needed it when your dad could easily afford your tuition) it was the perfect situation.

The fact that your dad’s co-workers were your most frequent customers didn’t hurt either. Not that they knew you were David Rossi’s daughter - your tag only displayed your given name - but it was interesting to have such casual interactions with the people your father spent most of his time with. And having been raised by a profiler, you had a little too much fun knowing something that the best minds in the nation didn’t.

---

It was 4:56 AM when Aaron Hotchner pushed open the door to the shop. Had it been any other customer, you would have told them that it didn’t actually open for another four minutes, but the man was there frequently enough that you really didn’t care. Plus, his order was about as simple as possible to make: a robusta medium roast from Columbia with a single shot of espresso. After only a few weeks, you noticed that he ordered an extra shot in his morning coffee about three days after a case, when the paperwork was the most heavy. This happened to be one of those days.

“Good morning, Mr. Hotchner,” you greeted him. “I’m already working on your usual this morning, unless of course you would like to try something new.” You knew he wouldn’t.

“Thank you,” he said, looking down at his watch. “Could I get an extra shot of espresso?”

You put a lid on the cup and handed it to him, moving to the register to ring him up. “Already done,” you told him.

He chuckled a bit- the smallest smile escaping his lips. “Do I really look that bad?” He handed you cash as he always did so he could leave the change in the tip jar. This morning he was either so tired he hadn’t thought about the bill he pulled out of his wallet, or he was feeling generous. By what you had heard about him from your dad, it was probably the latter.

“Not at all,” you handed him his change. “We all need the extra boost some days.”

“Thank you,” he said, putting all his change in the jar before leaving the shop.

He hurried out so quickly he didn’t even notice that you had written out his order on the board of specials for the day, calling it “The Unit Chief”.

---

As always, Spencer Reid was the first customer you served once the shop had officially opened. The doctor, unlike his boss, enjoyed exploring the different brews - always asking what region the beans had come from and giving you facts or statistics about his drink choice for that day. You listened to him ramble as you prepared him an arabica light roast grown in Asia; a bean the shop had just received.

“About a third of the world's coffee comes from Asia, but when asked the average American usually assumes that their coffee has been grown in Latin America or Africa,” he explained. “It’s also widely agreed upon by coffee enthusiasts that Asia produces the sweetest coffee.”

“Well then you won’t be needing as much sweetener as normal, Doctor,” you said as you handed him his order. “But I refilled the jar of sugar just for you.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said, grabbing three packs of sugar- two less than normal- and stuffing them into his jacket pocket. “Have a nice day!” He smiled awkwardly before turning and leaving out the door.

As soon as he left you wrote down his order on the specials board, deeming it “The Genius”. He wouldn’t notice you wrote the same words on his cup until he sat down at Quantico.

---

You weren’t quite sure who would be in to get their coffee next, but you smiled when it was Agent Jerau. There was something about the petite blonde and how easily she made conversation that brought a sense of serenity to your day. The rest of the team were very distinct- the kind of people you could look at and simply believe that they worked for the BAU- but other than being absurdly pretty, Jennifer was normal.

Even her arabica “bean of the day” cappuccino was the most common order out of all of them, with the exception that she always bought a single iced cookie to go with it.

“In all the time I’ve worked here I haven’t actually tried these cookies,” you told her as you pulled one out of the pastry display and put it in a bag.

“Neither have I,” she said. “But my son loves them.”

You thought of the little blonde boy that sometimes accompanied her and her fiance to the shop on the weekends. He always got a cup of steamed milk to look like his parents, but he always ended up dunking his cookie in it when they sat down at a table.

“I’ll have to try one then.”

The agent left before she could notice the board, which had her order paired with an iced cookie named “The Mother” written among the rest.

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Per usual, Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia came into the shop together. You knew their flirtatious behavior was actually a demonstration of a platonic friendship, but that was only because Rossi had told you so.

“Baby Girl,” Morgan said to Garcia as you handed him his normal robusta medium roast red eye with just enough hazelnut creamer that the coffee wasn’t ridiculously bitter, “I’ve got the payment for today.”

“Derek, you know very well that I can and will hack into the system and change the credit card number to mine,” she told him, quickly glancing at you to say. “I promise I’m not stealing money from the shop. I love local businesses. If anything I would give you more money so this place stays open.”

You smiled, preparing her extremely complex order that changed slightly from day-to-day but always stayed as sweet as possible. Today it was an arabica medium roast from Ethiopia with all the fixings to complete the order into a chocolate caramel mocha.

“I’m sure my boss would appreciate that,” you told her. The idea of your father having to deal with a woman as sweet and eccentric as Penelope never failed to make you laugh.

She dug a handful of coins out of her purse to put in the tip jar before her and Morgan bid you a good day and left to go to work. You adjusted the order labeled “The Techie” to fit her drink for that day, but left Derek’s alone - “The Door Destroyer.”

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Emily Prentiss was the last of the team to grab her coffee that morning. You were aware that she was the most observant in everyday situations, but that morning she was behind schedule by around ten minutes. Her boots clicked against the floor of the shop - lower pitched than the sound of heels but higher than those of men’s shoes. She moved fast towards the counter.

“I have your order ready,” you told her. “Robusta african dark roast latte with a double shot of espresso.”

“Thank you so much.” She paid quickly, leaving a handsome tip.

In all her rush her observation skills had faltered. Not only had she missed that she had a milk mustache, but she also didn’t see that her order on the board was labeled “The Modern Femme Fatale”.

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“So,” Rossi said casually. “The best coffee near Quantico?”

With all the extra paperwork, the team had decided they needed extra caffeine, a short break, and some fresh air. Even Hotch thought it was a good idea, which is how David Rossi ended up walking towards the Pick Your Poison coffee shop with the rest of the BAU.

“It’s great,” Reid started. “They let you pick everything from the location, the bean type, the roast. There was this one time they got in a robusta from Brazil that-”

“Or you can just pick from their menu,” JJ told Rossi, interrupting Reid before he could go on any further. “It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

“If you say so,” Rossi replied nonchalantly.

The team filed into the cafe and he saw you working behind the counter, your hair pulled away from your face as you checked the machinery. You looked up at them as they entered, all still oblivious to the small daily specials board that had their orders on it.

They greeted you and ordered one at a time, the same thing each of them had gotten that morning, leaving Rossi for last. He smiled when he stepped up to the counter and pulled you into a hug. “Mio passerotta.”

You returned his hug, a wide smile spreading across your face. “Ciao, Papa.”

“Wait-” Emily, being the only other person in the room who spoke Italian, picked up on it first. “You’re Rossi’s daughter?”

You laughed. “Have been all my life.”

The team looked around at one another, all slightly confused.

“How did you not know that we work with your dad?” JJ asked.

You shook your head. “Oh, no. I knew. I just wanted to see how long it would take you all to figure it out.”

Morgan looked stunned, Garcia’s jaw couldn’t drop any further, and Reid was tilting his head, probably trying to pick out the similarities between you and your dad.

Hotch turned to Rossi. “Dave, care to explain?”

“It was her idea, not mine.” He held up his hands defensively.

"You've been working here for five months, three weeks, and six days," Reid said.

"That is an excellent observation, doctor," you replied. "In my dad's defense, he said I had to confess before the six month mark."

"I'm suprised it took a confession in the first place," Rossi, then turned to you. “Now, I’ll speak in English so the nerds can understand. What specials do you have today?”

“Well,” You glanced at the special’s board, “If you’re going for the most caffeine I would choose “The Unit Chief” or “The Modern Femme Fatale”. “The Door Destroyer” has the strongest flavor on the bitter side and both “The Genius” and “The Techie” lean towards sweet. I’d recommend “The Mother”, but it’s past 11 AM and we all know how la mia bisnonna feels about cappuccinos past the morning.”

The team looked around at one another in complete shock over the specials order board you had put together. A smirk crossed your face as they gawked at you ever so slightly.

Your dad chuckled. “I’ll just go with a good old fashioned un caffe, then.”

“Presto in arrivo,” you said, and got to work on everyone’s order’s, but not before adding a single shot of espresso to the board called “Mia Papa.”

[chiwhorei]

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞 - 𝐏𝐭. 𝐈: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Miguel and Peter have been best friends since grade school. You’ve been in love with Miguel for about that long.

He’s messed with every girl on campus, all of your friends, any girl with a pulse except for you- Parker’s adorable little sister. Even so, there’s plenty of ways to get fucked.

|| 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐃 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ||

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Parker!reader, Peter Parker Tags: Explicit- MDNI, College AU, Brother’s best friend, friends-to-lovers, house party, alcohol, voyeurism with a third party, sloppy oral, degradation, yearning, sarcasm, shared Marbies and the insurmountable melancholy Word count: 3k cross-posted to Ao3!

Thank you for your patience and encouragement, I survived my first case of writers block since being back. -xoxo, chiwhorei

You wobble forward on a pair of heels that pinch a bit too tight. Your favorite pair was lent out to a friend, they matched her outfit better anyway. The runner in the hallway slips under the balls of your feet.

The bathroom, that’s your excuse. His room just happens to be right next to the bathroom. You’ll just peek in to see if he’s hiding from the pounding music and drunk college students trying to talk over it.

The fruity drinks Peter keeps making you are starting to tingle in your cheeks. Miguel calls you a lightweight, but you’ve hardly seen him at all tonight. He’s not a very good host, you think, leaving his party guests to mill about without his company.

Most everyone seems plenty boozed enough to not notice, but you would miss Miguel even if you were sedated. You’re certain you could miss him the same, even if you’d never met him. You curse your own hyperbole, God, drunk you is annoying.

“Mmph,”

A muffled groan spills out of the creak in his bedroom door. Sober you probably wouldn’t creep any closer, but she’s long gone. Plus, you have to walk past it anyway, you remind yourself, to get to the bathroom.

Your eyes wander from their strained focus at the end of the hallway and catch on a familiar complexion. Strong arms hold Miguel’s meal against his bed as it whimpers and squeals, muscles flexing underneath the remainder of his summer tan. The space between the door and its fame is just enough for your face- too much, by far, but the blood under your skin seems to pull you as close as possible without it squeaking open any further.

“Calm down, Mami,” He shushes against her, you can hear how wet his lips are, “we’re not going to get anywhere with you squirming.” Miguel’s voice knocks the air from your lungs, it escapes past your lips in a clumsy gasp.

His stare, deep and unblinking, pins you to the doorframe. You’ve gotten Miguel plenty mad, riled him up more times than you could count- but this is different. It’s red-hot, soldering you to the ground below. It’s not anger, not surprise, not the mixture of both it probably should be.

“P- please, I can’t,” her voice is familiar, even broken around a cry, “I can’t cum again, Miggy.” He kisses up her leg, licking at her ankle as it’s pinned to his chest. Pink strappy heels sit limply against the dip in Miguel’s collarbone- the pair you leant her a few hours prior. They matched her dress better, but that doesn’t seem to be a concern anymore.

Miguel doesn't stop, doesn't flinch. You can hear his mouth as it purrs into her again, see his cheeks sitting high on his face- even behind the thighs that obscure your view. Instead of yelling at you to close the door, Miguel smiles wildly. Evil, in the sweet, tooth-rotting kind of way.

“Aw, Pobrecito,” he coos against her, but the words are shot towards his voyeur, “you can give me one more.”

It feels like a bullet in your chest, friendly fire.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t ya?”

“Hey,” A finger and thumb snap in your blank eyeline to rip you from your thoughts, you jump in your seat at the sound, “Are you listening to me whatsoever?”

“Claro,” Your accent lacks any semblance of confidence. Miguel scoffs, at least some of his work is getting through.

You clear your throat and focus back to the textbook in front of you to read off the next prompt, “Write out a response to the following question, ‘¿Qué haces este fin de semana?’

Miguel snorts in response, and your eyes narrow across the kitchen table. He swallows back the snicker he holds in his mouth, hands up in feigned innocence.

“Vale, but this one’s easy, ‘No tengo planes, porque soy pinche abborito-” You clip his last word, throwing the first thing in reach, your textbook, towards his head- hoping to land a papercut.

Your tudor’s braced for impact, catching it with one hand and laughing at your outburst. You huff, arms crossed and posture falling. Miguel and Peter have your parents old dining room set, your chair wobbles as you sink back in it. Just like it always has.

“I got that, asshole.”

“Well, you could have fooled me,” Miguel slides your book back across the wood between you, “You tested out of Spanish 101 and now you're going to flunk out of 205. What was it, hermanita, clerical error?”

God that nickname digs past your skin and into the nerve endings, eating its way outwards. It wasn’t always like this, was it? You can’t seem to remember a time where his voice didn’t ignite every cell of blood.

He must have a talent for house fires, you think, or maybe you’re just more flammable in the days following your little run-in. You retreat ever further into the wobbly dining chair to create some distance, digging your shoulders into the spoked back.

It feels the same as when you were kids. Slinking into your chair and puffing your chest when you and Miguel would pass insults over the table. Your cheeks feel just as hot, your blood just as cold. You’re 13 again and Miguel just told you that boys aren’t going to want to kiss you and get stuck on your braces.

“I did well on the stupid placement test because it was on paper.” You feel like you’re speaking around that mouth of braces again, “I can understand the vocab and stuff, but our final is all oral.”

“If the final is oral,” Miguel chirps, pulling you closer by the leg of your seat with a splintering screech against the floor, “you might as well just drop the class, mija.”

He’s far too close, your skin might start sizzling. This was a horrible idea, one you’re sure you’ll be paying for later. He might as well put it on your tab.

“I’m just going to go to the tutoring center tomorrow, or try to drop, or fail and lose my spot on the dean’s list.” You go to slam your textbook closed but Miguel’s fingers curl over the spine, spreading out to keep it open.

“Cálmate, you’re not doing any of those,” instead of looking dumbly into his stare, your eyes fix on the rings Miguel wears; one for every long, beautiful finger. He mixes silver and gold, and you can’t decide which metal looks better against his gilded complexion. The things those fingers could do, your eye threatens to twitch at the thought, the places those fingers have been. Nearly all of your friends and the majority of Sorority Row.

“I promised you I’d help, I’m a man of my word,” his tone feels earnest for a beat, and you watch a pointer finger come out to barely graze the hand you’ve still got holding your book. It’s hypnotizing, maybe you shouldn't be so hard on the girls that hang off of his every sentence. All of these years you should’ve been inoculated, and you’re still no better. You might even be fatal.

“Plus, your brother bet me that you’d fail your final.”

Fuck him. And every perfect plane of skin. And that lopsided, toothy grin. And that goddamn laugh that makes you feel undercooked and mushy.

You pull your hand away, moving to stand up but those dangerous fingers curl around your wrist. His touch is so familiar, so easy to get sucked in to, like a rerun of your favorite movie. A physiological horror, maybe.

“C’mon, I bet him that you’d ace it. You’re my smart girl, mi nenita.”

The opening you have to throw a smart remark, or maybe another book, is wasted thinking about if you’re the only one who gets called that.

Miguel drops his grip on you as the front door opens. From the corner of your eye, you see his tongue lick over his bottom lip, just like he does every time he’s won. He must like the taste of your turmoil.

“Is our girl fluent yet, Mig?” Your brother’s presence is booming and a more than welcome distraction. Peter’s hands wrap around your shoulders, pressing his stubbled cheek against your face hard enough to squish your mouth to the side.

“Oh absolutely, she’s on her way to nailing that final. We’ve just got to work on her or-”

“Peter,” your voice interjects, a few octaves higher than what would pass for normal, “you got a lighter? I need a break.”

Your brother pats his jacket pockets a few times before tossing you his zippo. You fumble the catch, nerves rubbed raw and bloody. Don’t give him a reaction. You reclaim a bit of your composure and swipe the pack of Marblo reds from the table.

“Hey! Those are mine,” Miguel’s protest dosen’t reach his eyes, and you can’t hide the pleased smile that he pulls up over your teeth, “fucking brat.”

“Put it on my tab.”

The cement fencing around your brother’s apartment is cold against your ass. Your brother’s lighter sparks a few times before you can light up the cigarette. He should get a new one, but you know he won’t. Peter hates change.

Must run in the family.

It wasn’t always like this, you think against the first pull from Miguel’s cigarette, maybe if I keep ignoring it, we can both pretend it never happened.

What’s longer, death, or a life sentence?

You would have gladly lived and died a lovesick puppy, following your brother and his best friend around like Miguel was leash training. Living in between the moments of your life where he was, where he’s always been. Wrestling in the living room, pretending to hate when he’d gain the upper hand and pin you down helplessly under him. Playing tag, playing house. Calling shotgun in his old mustang, giggling every time your brother tried to argue. “It’s her seat, Peter,” he’d say with his arm over the back of your seat, pulling out of the driveway as if he hadn’t just ripped out your bleeding heart, “get over it.”

You couldn’t tell at first, but that open bedroom door was the last straw bending. The last few moments before the break, the aching stretch as you’re snapped in half. You’re not just Peter’s clumsy kid-sister anymore, you’re the drunk college girl that watched Miguel fucking his tongue into your freshman-year roommate.

You’re the still-drunk girl that walked home alone and touched herself to the memory of his wet smile and lashing tongue. The sobered-up girl that came hard on a toy named after him.

Heavy boots stalk forward, tracing the sidewalk and landing in your eyeline. You take another drag, blowing out into Miguel’s face.

“No fucking manners,” Miguel pulls the cigarette from where it sits between your lips, “what am I going to do with you.”

From where you’re perched, you meet his gaze without having to crane upwards. Miguel’s lips wrap around the stain your lipgloss left. You wonder if he notices, if he likes that taste too.

“I think I’ve had more than enough of you today.” Your quip is half-hearted and falls flatly on the pavement between you.

“Ya know, for someone with a stick shoved up her ass,” Miguel steps closer, taking up the space between either knee, “your posture sucks.”

You straighten your back in protest, but a low tree branch pokes into your spine. A yelp splinters from your throat as the wood catches where your leggings meet your sweatshirt.

Miguel laughs, but leans forward and reaches around your middle to snap the branch from where it’s stuck against your tailbone.

“Told ya.” He flattens his palms against the cool cement, you can feel the warmth of his thumbs on either side of your thighs. Rule number three, Don’t let him get too close. But you’re trapped already, surrounded in three of the four directions.

“I think we need to have a little chat, Mami.”

Maybe if you fall backwards into the tree behind you, you could try to make a break for it. A few scrapes and bruises sounds significantly more palatable.

“I think I’m good, I’ve met my heart-to-heart quota for the year.”

You try to stand, but Miguel’s hands keep your hips down where you’re sitting. You can feel the ridges of his fingers where his rings lie, the warmth of his skin, the slight tremor in his left hand.

“Ay coño,” Miguel tilts his face up to give you a smile, his canines look sharp enough to break skin, “no need to play coy now.”

Flashes of wet lips and borrowed shoes run past your vision. There’s no way you’ll make it out of this conversation in one piece, you feel yourself chipping already.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you yank the cigarette from Miguel as he exhales, blowing his smoke from the side of his mouth. What a gentleman.

“I see,” he tuts. You watch him swipe his tongue across his teeth, it takes every ounce of will to keep you from thinking about how your lip gloss tastes in his mouth.

“Maybe I should bring in an outside perspective, I wonder if Peter saw anything on Saturday.” Miguel stands up straight and spins around to feign walking away, “He can help us track down the creep that was watching me fuck your little friend-“

“I don’t know what you want me to say, O’Hara,” your jaw is clenched hard enough to snap wire, “That I’m sorry? I promise I didn’t see anything? I promise I won’t tell anyone?” At least anger is a little easier than shame. Even if you’re the one in the wrong, it feels evil for Miguel to play with his food like this.

“O’Hara?” He laughs, turning back to face you with crossed arms.

“Well, Parker, I guess I’m just wondering,” Miguel takes the spent cigarette from your hand, pulling the last of it with a final inhale and dropping it onto the ground. You hear the crunch of his boot as he puts it out.

“Did you like what you saw?”

His face is only as far away as your eyelashes, two hands coil around your legs, hiking them up behind your knees. His lips are so close to you that you can taste his gum- cinnamon. A flavor so specific to him, you swear that’s the only reason he likes it.

“No,” your voice is barely above a whisper, speaking to someone you wish couldn’t hear it, “I mean, I wasn’t trying to… watch you. I was going to the bathroom and-“

“And you thought you’d stop by for an anatomy lesson? I only promised I’d help you with Spanish.”

Your eyes prick with frustrated tears, it’s either fess up or fall backwards and make a break for it.

“I was drunk,” your voice is louder than it should be, the arch in Miguel’s eyebrow seems to agree with you.

“I was tired, a- and drunk, and when I walked by your room I was… curious, I guess.”

His hands loosen from where they press into your leggings. He hasn’t let go yet, thumbs now drawing circles into the thin spandex. If his touch wandered any farther, you’d be done for- the damp heat spilling from your center outwards is mear inches from the tips of his fingers.

“Little Parker was curious,” his voice croons, “about what exactly? The birds and the bees? What mommies and daddies do when they love each other?”

Miguel’s waist blocks your legs from twisting over each other, there’s no relief to be found, it seems there never is- for you at least.

“I know what the-” his patronizing widdles down any sharp comeback you’ve got holstered until the points are dull, “I’m not a fucking kid anymore. I’m plenty versed in that area of study, and I definitely don’t need any notes from you.”

You’re not as hopeless as Miguel thinks, your first year of college was spent on any ‘anatomy lessons’ you had still been missing. Underwhelming, unsatisfying, clinical even, but the specifics would be buried next to your grave before you’d give them to Miguel.

“Hey Mig, ya ready to go?” Your brother’s voice almost knocks you from the cement ledge you’re perched on.

Miguel doesn’t falter for a second, whispering into the shell of your ear and punctuating with one last malicious smile. Your skin feels sticky, like you’ve just crawled out of a mouse trap.

The words he moved around his lips are left to echo in the now-empty space in front of you. His Mustang whines as it pulls out of the driveway and you try to shake loose from the grip still searing your thighs.

“Just let me know if you need help studying those more private subjects, I’m known to be quite the tutor.”

©️chiwhorei.2023 || don’t fuck with me I’m so serious

[asoulwithadream]

EXCLUSIVE FALL PREVIEWS

Mates. LADS. BRETHEREN.

I think I'm going to die now. AAAAAAAAAAAAH—

BUT OF COURSE WHAT WOULD BE THE SENSE OF MY EXISTENCE IF I DIDN'T SHARE MY OWN PERSONAL THOUGHTS ON THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS BEFORE THE MEDICINE KICKS IN.

The Crew — I think this is where they see LUCIUS!!!! I'm so very convinced this is where they meet Lucius. As we can see, they're all in the same clothing as the Vanity Fair first looks, where Black Pete is visibly overjoyed. But can't you see that he is missing from this shot? Probably snogging Lucius' face off or hugging him or doing something as such.

Lucius probably popped around the corner in the Vanity Fair one, and now they're sharing an intimate moment (keeping it PG) on deck while the rest of the happy crew watches on (as visible from Roach's, Oluwande's, and Wee John's faces). Of course, Buttons has no interest in human adoration, and instead looks on towards his own lover, the sea.

Stede is looking quite perplexed, or maybe contemplatively—perhaps as a result of Lucius telling Stede what happened to him. He doesn't look directly all that happy, does he?

(OMG OMG OMG WHY DO THEY ALL LOOK SO HAPPY EXCEPT STEDE BUT OLU YOU DEAREST MAN AND THEY'RE LOOKING SNAZZY AND I LOVE THEIR SOCKS I'M AHHAHASIJDHKAE)

Stede — That's the floor of the Revenge guys. I know it well since the last time Stede was pushed onto it. (Solidarity for the harm that the foot touch caused in these trying times) He is wearing what looks to be ye olde fencing gloves, and this means that was just handling a sword. (Though, he could have been using the cannons; we all know Stede would probably confuse fencing gloves for heavy artillery)

There are a few scenarios I can find at the top of my head: he's either training with Izzy (though would that explain his terrified expression? maybe)—we also see the lack of the red ribbon, which I think he removed when he teams up with Izzy, for whatever reason—or he's been duelling with someone else, someone who is extremely better at swordsmanship, someone we know to have been excellent at both maiming and receiving stab wounds. Has he been fighting with Edward?

I think it's the former, but who knows? The best part of theorising is being wrong, after all. I guess we can just gang up and say "calm down mr wavey blade" to whoever is behind this. Plus, do I see traced of some fuzz on his chin? Confirmed baby steard, guys???

(He's such an ICON I WANT TO BREATHE HIS HAIR AND SEE IT BEHIND MY EYELIDS. In the wise words of Rhys Darby, "I wish I had his hair". BUT LIKE HONESTLY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE'S SEEN A GHOST)

Frenchie and Ed — This has me on actual alarm bells mode. I can't tell whether or not this is Blackbeard or post-Blackbeard era—he's not wearing any dark chunky make-up, and has his hair up in his classic, beautiful half-up half-down, and we finally get a more close-up and clear shot of his earring, which we first spotted from the Vanity Fair first looks?

A detail I spotted for Frenchie's new goth uniform, which he is still wearing in this shot (further confusing me on the timeline of this image)—I think that his jacket is the very same from the "The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well" episode, which is so incredibly sweet and a beautiful little detail to connect back to season 1. I'd like to think he customised it himself, since we know Frenchie can "sew like the wind."

That's also still the Revenge, in fact the very spot where Lucius was about to get his finger cut off in "The Art of F**kery". But what intent Ed has with this confrontation with Frenchie, who seemingly looks like perhaps he wasn't even doing anything wrong, escapes the depth of my theoretical mind. What contributes even less to this is that Ed is smiling? Rather maniacal, might I add.

(WHAT. THE. FUCK. help me why is this happening. I LIKE AM SO ANGRY AND SO HAPPY AT THE SAME TIME THAT I CAN'T FIGURE ANYTHING OUT FROM THIS PICTURE. NOT EVEN WHAT STAGE OF GRIEF ED IS IN. HELP ME)

Edward — That chair looks like it's from Stede's room, from one of the desk-like tables in the corner next to his bed, and perhaps even the only chair which Ed kept in the room after his rather ill-tasted renovations. What's he doing there without his make-up on? Perhaps this is still during the early stages of new Blackbeard, and he's just in the transit period between washing and re-application.

BUT, if we look at the background, does that look like the Revenge? Not really... There is what seems like a fireplace or some sort of stone plate in the background, with a painting on it with a man on the left side of the composition, who seemingly looks to have lighter coloured hair. So what I may be thinking, is that Edward is visiting MARY ALLAMBY! The painting in the background may be the one from Stede and Mary's wedding, and Mary might have kept it as memorabilia in ode of her now good friend. (Stede is on the left in that painting). Plus, where else would Stede get his furniture and taste for his bedroom than his own former house, which Mary currently lives at?

Even though I think David Jenkins said that Mary wouldn't be present in the season, do I believe him? No. I think I have the right for me to be delusional without external interference at this point.

(Please let me be right please let me be right I NEED A MARY / ED INTERACTION AT SOME POINT TO HEAL MY HEART. I need Mary to realise that fucking Blackbeard is the Ed that Stede was talking about, I NEED ED TO THINK THAT STEDE DIED, FOR EVEN A MOMENT. I think my brain has stopped receiving oxygen.)

Send hopes and prayers

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 20

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Violence, murder

Fire-Roasted Revenge

You spent the next several days staking out the base, making a note of where and when guards were posted. You had a plan. The base was bigger than you anticipated. It would have been better to wait until Giemsa left on a ship. Though, you had never been patient and you had waited long enough for this moment. You waited until dark to execute your plan, and hopefully Giemsa.

You had picked off a few guards ands stolen the uniform of one of them, putting it on over your clothes, though keeping your coat on, of course. You put a torch in Mini's mouth and had her light up the perimeter, effectively trapping anyone inside, including yourself, but you would figure that out later. Then, you busted through the doors on boarback, whoever you didn't snipe in front of you was trampled by hooves. You were on a beeline to the captain's office, which was unfortunately in the center of the facility. As you went further, the marines started clearing out, either helping put out the fire or running from it. In the chaos, you were mostly ignored unless you were right in front of someone. 

You dismounted as you got close to your destination, changing strategy to be a little more inconspicuous. You had Mini wait down a hallway next to a window. It was your escape plan. It wasn't the smartest idea or the best one, but it would do. Before you left her, you thought for a second, grabbing a sword you had picked up and putting the handle in her mouth. Her tusks were sharp and dangerous on their own, but a sword probably wouldn't hurt. Plus, the pig seemed pleased to be wielding it. "Wait here. If I'm not back in 15 minutes, leave without me and meet me on the docks. And if I'm not there... it's been a pleasure working with you, Lieutenant." You pressed a kiss to her forehead and took off running. 

Your path was blocked by a few straggling marines, obviously scared out of their minds, but trying to carry out their duty until the end. Light smoke started to fill the hall. You could hear cries and screaming in the background, nearly drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. You forgot how good the feeling of adrenaline was, and how good it would feel to be one step closer to your goal. "You can run and have a slow death or I can show you mercy. Choose." You leveled your gunblade at them. They fled. So much for duty. Melting wasn't a very pleasant feeling, you would know. 

The double doors in front of you were locked, not an obstacle for your devil fruit. You pushed them open and saw a man sitting behind a desk. "Giemsa," you said in a phony greeting. You see confusion on his face until you threw your uniform hat to the side. Then the man looked like he wanted to evaporate into thin air. The blood drained from his face. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." You laughed. "Maybe I am a ghost." You shot at him.

He had just enough sense left in his head to dodge. There was a metallic clang as his sword was blocked with your blade. He was faster now than he was then. You managed to back him up with your blade work, pulling the trigger only for him to roll away, leaving a bullet hole in the wall. The man coughed as darker, thicker smoke filled the room. You didn't even feel the stinging in your eye as you cornered him. 

"H-how are you alive?" 

"I told you. I'm a ghost." You brought your blade down hard, hands shaking as you grunted against the force of his own blade blocking you. Again, you heard screaming. This time you really heard it, though. The voices stirred something in you. In your brief distraction, Giemsa pushed you back, unbalancing you. Your mind was racing. Why did that get my attention? A bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. You gritted your teeth and kicked him away from you, landing a shot as you did so. He fell to a knee with his side gushing blood.

The room started getting hotter and the screaming got louder. The smoke was starting to interfere with your vision. It hit you like a sea train. The screaming sounded eerily similar to... No. You looked from the direction of the screams to Giemsa on the floor. This was your chance to end him. "Fuck! Tell all your bastard friends that I'm coming for them." You ran in the direction of the screaming, dodging pieces of the ceiling that started to fall. You would be a hypocrite if you let something bad happen to your crewmates when the entire nidus for this revenge was because your former crew let something bad happen to you.

There wasn't a lot of time left. If you got out of this, you would have a massive target on your back now that they knew you were alive. Best case scenario is Giemsa burns alive here. There wasn't time to worry about that now. You were getting closer. These looked like interrogation rooms. You kicked the door down. Without wasting time you were removing shackles from wrists and ankles. "What the fuck are you doing here?! Who else is here?!" You had worry in your eyes as you looked into Quincy's. 

"Em-Emma and Dive." 

You grabbed her arm and hauled her over to the other doors. "Start checking all of them." You didn't want it to be true, that the screaming you heard was Quincy's. You could hear her voice crack screaming for her captain, but you still didn't want to believe. The amount of guilt you would have on your head if any of them died because of you... You kicked down doors until you came across Dive, releasing her in the same fashion as Quincy. You grabbed her and looked around to see Quincy pulling Emma out of a room, but she looked awfully limp. You ran to her and held Emma up from the side opposite Quincy. You pointed in the direction Mini was in. You hoped that boar still had a stubborn streak. 

"You goddamn pig! I told you to get lost!" You slapped her on the back as the four of you made it to the window. "But I'm glad to see you," you said, already helping Quincy and Dive onto her back so they could pull Emma up. "When you get out, you have to get as much fresh air into her as possible. Do you understand?" They both nodded.

"You're saying that like-"

"There's not enough room. I'll be fine." You really hated lying to your friends. You shot out the window and knocked the sharp edges from the frame. "GO!" You shoved Minerva towards the opening. 

You turned around to see fire blocking your path in every direction. The oxygen pouring in from the broken window fueled it to burn faster, hotter. Window it is. You climbed out the window, straddling the edge to see a clear exit path. There was another window that didn't have the orange glow of flames on the inside. Using your devil fruit, you made handholds in the brick of the outer wall. You looked down to see a brownish-red blob darting around the courtyard and breaking through a wall to get out. And they say I'm hard-headed. You climbed down towards the other window, but the brick under your hands was hot. Almost there. The skin on your hands started to burn as you swung yourself into the glass, landing in the broken shards. You got up, ignoring the pieces that were embedded in your flesh. 

Stumbling into the next hall, you were able to see through the smoke to a stairwell. Seeing that as your best route, you dropped to avoid the smoke that was building up, doing an army-crawl until you got to the stairs. The smoke was still thick, however crawling was not an option. Taking in a deep breath, you got up and ran down the stairs as fast as you could. Nearing the exit, you had to take in a breath. The heat and fumes scalded your throat. At this point you didn't feel very much. You knew you could heal it later. You had to get somewhere safe first. There was a great rumbling somewhere behind you. The ground started to shake harder as the rumbling got close. The building was coming down. You couldn't see well anymore. You ran in the direction of the exit, stumbling a few times as the smoke started to overtake you. At some point you looked down and you were on grass. You turned behind you to see a billowing cloud of rubble and flame. The second you found somewhere slightly hidden, you allowed your body to give out. Thank god. That would have been the lamest death ever.

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Kid's head looked like it was about to explode when Pomp and Reck had told him earlier that day that some of the girls had gotten captured by marines. They hadn't even seen it happen. They only overheard some marines talking about it. Killer, Heat, Wire, and a few others were quick to volunteer to aid in Kid's cause to "kill all those marine bastards". 

"Looks like someone got here first." Killer observed. Smoke and flame licked at the sky through broken windows. 

A few marines were scattering like ants from the inferno. Kid dragged one over clutched in his metal grasp. "WHAT'S GOIN ON? WHERE ARE PRISONERS KEPT?" 

The marine was too scared to form a coherent sentence. 

"USELESS!" There was a squelching crunch before Kid tossed him to the ground. The flames were reflected in his eyes. "LET ME FIND OUT THAT BITCH SET THIS FIRE. IF A SINGLE HAIR IS BURNT ON ANY OF MY CREWS' HEADS I WILL RIP HER LIMB FROM LIMB!" Kid was about to barge into the burning mess when Killer held him back. 

"I don't think that's wise, Captain." 

"SO YER FINE WITH THEM BURNING ALIVE?" Kid looked like he wanted to deck Killer. 

"It's too dangerous! You know that!" The first mate was torn. Of course he loved his crew, but Kid was his best friend, the man who was going to be King of the Pirates. 

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! WHAT KIND OF CAPTAIN WOULD I BE IF I DIDN'T TRY?"

Killer released him. He understood. He didn't like it, but he understood. "Okay. I'm right behind ya then." No way would he let his captain go alone. Killer saw something in the distance and grabbed Kid again. "Wait! Look!" 

Kid looked in the direction Killer indicated. He saw the rotund shape of a boar. "I KNEW IT! WHEN I GET MY HANDS-" 

"No! On top!" Killer gently smacked Kid on the head.

The closer Mini got, they could make out their missing crewmates. Emma was conscious now, but drowsy. They were all covered in soot, had some minor scrapes, but there were no singed hairs on any of their heads. 

Killer helped them get down. He couldn't help but notice the obvious absence of the person he expected to see. "What happened?" He looked them over for any major injuries. Turning to the other pirates, he ordered them to take them all back to the ship and do their best first aid until he got back. 

Quincy was on the verge of tears, "It was Y/N. She saved us but...b-but..."

Dive finished for her, "But she's still in..." Her voice faded off as the building in front of them started to collapse. From one end to the other, it folded in on itself, spewing hot ash and smoke in all directions. 

They stared in silence. The only sound being the crackling of fire and the settling of twisted metal and crumbled stone. 

"Well," Kid started. "That's that then. Rest in pieces, Sea Snake." He turned in the direction of the Victoria Punk, but stopped. He could feel the eyes of Quincy, Emma, and Dive burning into his skull. "WHAT?! I'm only kidding." 

Even Killer gave him a disparaging look. 

Kid threw his hands up. "FUCK OFF, ALL OF YA! I can tell her stupid fucking gun's somewhere over yonder. Relax!" He flung his hand in the direction of the forested area next to the pile of rubble. Growling and muttering to himself, he grabbed Minerva by the tusk and tugged her in that direction. "Help me find her, pig!" As much as he didn't want to, he owed you. You had saved four of his crew now. Granted, the fire was your fault to begin with, and he wouldn't let you forget it either. 

The redhead thrashed through the forest, with Killer behind him, yelling about how stupid your gun looked and that you were lucky you didn't have a real weapon, since that would be indistinguishable from anyone else's. Kid stopped at the place he felt the presence of your gun and looked around. "I don't see anything. Time to go. We tried." 

Minerva snorted, nudging at what Kid thought was a soot-covered log. A log that coughed. Kid threw his head back and groaned. "Damn it all to hell. Fucking found her." Killer made a displeased sound. "I mean, phew. Good thing we found the twat," Kid amended. He knelt down and brushed some soot off your face just to make sure.

You were too exhausted to move. You felt someone jostling you a little, no, carrying you, and groaned. Peeling an eye open, you saw a very blurry image of mostly red. Your voice was raspy and grating, yet still carried a tone of disappointment, "Ugh. You." 

Kid hushed you, putting his hand over your mouth. "I'm not happy either but my girls would be very upset if I left ya." Kid yanked his hand back quickly and about dropped you right there. "DON'T FUCKEN BITE ME! Ya shouldn't be talkin!"

The great Captain Kid cares about your health? What next? Pigs flying? You frowned and tried to point. "Want Killer," it really did hurt to talk, you were realizing. 

"TOO DAMN BAD! YA GOT ME!" Kid grit his teeth. 

You could hear Killer laugh at Kid's discomfort. Have you ever heard him laugh out loud before? No. He only looked like he was laughing, never made a sound. You hummed, amused. "Your laugh," Killer tensed at your words. "It's nice."

Kid and Killer shared a glance. Unbeknownst to you, Killer was entirely pink under his mask. 

You let your eye close and decided to save your voice, no energy left to wonder if you were safe with them or not. You thought so, though. The soft, rhythmic tamping of Mini's hooves against the dirt and grass lulled you to sleep. 

Next

[drowninnoodles]

ULTIMATE (not really) GASTER CONNECTIONS LIST THING

Finally, I wrote down everything that came to my mind, most of them were theories. So if I missed something, please let me know. Plus, I'll probably update this when I find something new.

Devil connections:

- His stats are with numbers 666

- He fell (into his creation)

- his font has the word Wing in its name

-the first version of deltarune was 0.666

-religious connections of characters in Deltarune

- Possibility that he is an Angel

-Dark, Darker, Yet Darker

- Speaks through the Device - Ouija board reference?

- Shadow Crystals as pieces of him

- is associated with the most hell-like place in the Underground

Enemies in Undertale are similar to the Main Boss of the area-

Characters in the core:

- Final Froggit: Searching for Life Meaning/ Giving life its own meaning. Threaten/Mystify

-Whimsalot: "There's still hope", "I've made my choice", "No regrets", Prayers, Butterflies,

-Madjick: Clear Mind, Magican, Emits Cross-shaped bullets

-Knight Knight: Sleeping, Good Morningstar, Knight

Following this lead, Mettaton should not be a Core Boss -> there is no connection. This is Gaster's place

Uncategorized things:

-The core we see is redesigned by Mettaton, we do not know its previous layout

-Into voice's typer text value is the same as Gaster's

-Everything related to him in the files is written in caps

-His theme plays in Bunker

-He is described as always listening

-Like the corrupted characters he has voice lines (the word Deltarune spoken in the intro, laugh in Undertale files and BIG SHOT)

- can break the fourth wall ( takes over Twitter account)

- Deltarune crashes after typing "Gaster"

-"Man.ogg" is Yume Nikki Fansong

- talks to us in Vessel maker

- is in the Void

-Ms.Zarves and Ray as Inspiration for Gaster

-Possibly a Skeleton

- is the creator of Deltarune

- speaks in hands (probably WingDings font)

- He knows Chara personally (they work together)

- Deltarune is owned by ROYAL SCIENCES, LLC

-is scientist

-He worked for Asgore

-Dark Totems in Core - Dark Fountains first version?

-Memoryhead emits Gaster-like bullets

-Memoryhead says “Lorem Ipsum Docet” -> It means something like "Pain teaches”

-Memoryhead can give you a piece of themself

-Piece is called “Bad Memory”, Follower 3 is recalling Bad Memory connected to Gaster

-Noelle’s Blog page is reference to MysteryMan’s appearance in Undertale

-The entirety of Deltarune is an experiment

-Freezing is both reference to Freezing computer and Dante’s Inferno

-is connected to phones - Part of Memoryhead looks like phone

-”Another Him” uses Giygas soundfont

-Gaster seems to be heavily inspired by Uboa from Yume Nikki and Giygas from Earthboud

-Giygas and Gaster have a machines tied to them. Both are strongly associated with the theme of the devil and prayers.

HIS CREATION = BLACK HOLE:

-“A jump into a black hole is a one-way trip. Black holes are regions of space where gravity is so strong that nothing can escape them, not even light. Even before you reach the event horizon – the point of no return – you would be “spaghettified” by the black hole's tidal forces.” -Supernova

-You fall into a Black Hole

-“Of course, no matter what type of black hole you plunge into, you're ultimately going to get torn apart by its extreme gravity and die a horrible death. No material that falls inside a black hole could survive intact.” - Spacendbeyondthebox

-is everywhere at the same time - after being torn apart

-“Negative Photons reading”

-He was scattered across time and space

-theory made by Reddit user Garble365:

“in Interstellar (the sci-fi movie), Cooper falls into a blackhole, and he gets access to every place in the universe, in this infinitely small blackhole. Basically he is everywhere, at the same time. He can look at his daughter and hear her. But he cannot speak to her with his voice, the sound doesn't reach her due to some reason. So he resolves to knocking a few books in a bookshelf in his daughter's bedroom. Her daughter thought it was a ghost, being small. When she grew up, she realizes it was morse code in the form of books being knocked over. It was her father. He was speaking with his hand”

VIRUS CONNECTIONS:

- causes the files to become corrupted - the characters go insane after the meeting

-“The virus starts propagating, which is multiplying and replicating itself. The virus places a copy of itself into other programs” - Wikipedia

EGG CONNECTIONS:

- mysteryman head shape

- Scientists/intellectual people are called Eggheads

- Humpty Dumpty Reference

- Eggs given by the Man - possible Gaster pieces?

-The eggs stick together into one piece

-eggs break the game's fourth wall and move between save files

-When you drop an egg it says "what egg?" as if it doesn't exist

GERSON AND GASTER CONNECTIONS

-They were both replaced by Alphys after they left

-They are both highly respected by the people

-Religion references - Gerson’s son is priest

-Gaster in tarot card deck was replaced by Gerson

-GERSON is an anagram of the word GONERS

-Gerson in Undertale has knowledge that other monsters do not have

GASTER’S THEME:

-Gaster Blaster looks like Turtle skull

DRAGON CONNECTIONS

-Noelle is playing dragon blazer's 3. She is currently at the snow drake.

- Gaster blaster resembles a dragon's skull and the "beams" could easily be snow, similar to the snow grave spell

- "knight knight" who has a strange reoccurring motifs of day, nights, and dreams. Her sprite is labeled as a dragon

-susie's axe, which is said to be made of a dragon's mane. Implying that susie herself is a dragon

“must.Him.Ogg”

Another Him

Darkness Falls

Scarlet Forest

Card Castle

Rouxls Kaard

Chaos King

The Circus

The World Revolving

The Holy

Friendship

Man

Girl Next Door

Queen

Welcome to the City

A cyber’s world?

Giga Size

BIG SHOT

Spamton

Dialtone

[everlasting-rainfall]

Hi I was wondering are you still active on this blog ? I really like you au and I was wondering how would Yandere Sabo work in your pages au ? Would he meet the reader by her inviting him into her home so he can hide from the marines ? Or would he just happen to grow an obsession with her book serious that came his comfort object only to break when the reader decided she finished the book serious ? Love to hear your thoughts💗🌺

I’m not entirely sure how Sabo would really work in the Pages AU exactly but I’m going to give it my best shot

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

Delusions, Murder, Forced Pregnancy, Noncon, Stalking

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

In all honesty, I can imagine that Sabo was already a fan of your stories like he used them to pass the time when he had nothing else to do like if he was waiting for the order to do something or he was just relaxing

It’s probably going to take Sabo a while to really get into your stories, I feel like he does use them as a time passer but he could easily put the book down in favor of something else

Eventually though, there would be something that would catch his eye in the story like let’s say you introduced some kind of plot line about the MC getting separated from the Pirate and Marine for a while like there was a storm at sea and the MC was knocked overboard only to wind up on an island with a conflict that’s caused people to form a Revolution

Cue his interest being peaked especially if you’ve written a relationship between one of the rebels and the MC because lord knows that that’s who he’s going to identify with

Eventually that plot line ends though and he’s a little disappointed hoping the rebels will show up again but they don’t and soon he reaches the last book in the series like not the last one that you intend on writing but the last one released currently

All there’s left for him to do is wait for you to release the last book in the series and during that time, the book never leaves his mind as he even starts to dream about it.

He dreams about himself as the rebel from the story but things are different as in the dreams, he’s saving the MC from the horrible people that he’s rebelling against so they can be together

These dreams continue for a good long while until he starts to identify with the rebel character from the story but it never goes beyond that

At least until he’s on an island doing some mission for the revolutionary army only to wind up spotted and in a bad situation when the Marines show up getting the drop on him in the process

He runs and manages to get out of sight but there’s no ship that he can stowaway on as they have his method of transport completely locked down so as much as he doesn’t want to, he sees you going into your house and rushes the both of you inside

You panic, of course but he gets you to be quiet and listen to him. He requests to stay with you just until he can safely escape and return to the Revolutionary Army, you’re hesitant but agree as you don’t want anything bad to happen to this guy

The two of you live together for a few days, you hide him and he does repay your kindness for letting him stay with you by taking care of some housework while you’re out doing things and feigning ignorance with the Marines

On the first day that he was there, he learned your name and realized that you were the creator of the books that he read. He was pretty happy to meet you in a way that almost seemed a bit too happy in your personal opinion

What you didn’t realize is that Sabo also realized that on top of being the author of the books, you also looked exactly like the way that he had been dreaming the MC from the books to look like

It was fate! He dreamed himself as the rebel that saved you from a horrible situation plus he dreamed you as the MC that needed saving

He was absolutely sure that you knew this too

As time went on, the alertness of the Marines started to go down as they believed that Sabo might be gone so he could probably leave and go back to the Revolutionary Army soon but he wanted to stay for a few more days just to give you time to tell him about any dreams you may be having

During that time, he started to get a lot closer to you as he would sit closer to you whenever you were on the couch and he even started to hug you and touch you like you would be up making breakfast for the both of you when he would come and hug you from behind

He would even watch you from one of the upstairs windows whenever you were outside taking care of something whether it be in the backyard or the front yard, you could always feel him watching you too

It was starting to get rather unnerving especially when you woke up to him one night watching you from the doorway, he claimed that he was just trying to make sure you were ok but you didn’t believe it

The final straw was him trying to kiss you one day as you held him back by his shoulders and hold him that he needed to go now as the Marines had finally calmed down enough for him to sneak away with little issue

You gave him until the end of the day to leave before leaving the house yourself to not be in the same house as him for the rest of the day, Sabo didn’t go after you

He did wander the house though and imagined all sorts of things but eventually he wound up in your room and found something of interest, it was your last book that was all finished and about to be sent out

Knowing that he still had time before the end of the day, he sat down and started to read becoming lost in the story and wanting so badly to see the rebel reappear. He kept hoping and hoping but nothing besides a cameo at the end where you described what he was up to

That was nice and all but it was completely overshadowed by the rage that he felt when he saw what had happened, you had gotten with the Marine and that would have been one thing but he had to read that you got married to the Marine and not only that but you wound up pregnant by the fucker

He couldn’t believe it, this was absolutely awful…

You had been knocked up by a world government boot licking Marine who had been allowed to marry you… This couldn’t be the case, it just couldn’t! You would never do something like this especially not when he could treat you so much better!

Once he had read the words The End, he put the papers down and rushed outside to go spy on you to see if it was really true and I pray to god that you weren’t talking to a Marine when he found you as now nothing will convince this man otherwise

You are in a forced marriage to a shitty marine and you’re pregnant with their baby as well, he needs to do something

So as soon as you leave, he starts tailing the Marine waiting for them to be alone so he can properly kill them. It takes a while but he soon leaves their body burnt on the ground in a place where no one will find it for days

Now that that’s done, he goes back to your home to see you as it is nearing the end of the day. He finds that you’re home although the door is locked but no problem as he has no issue getting in undetected

When he finds you, he can’t help but watch you from behind a bit and take in your appearance. You aren’t showing yet but he knows that you will be soon

As soon as you notice him is when he strikes, he rushes you and holds you close to him in a tight embrace even as you struggle and try to get him away but it’s all for nothing as his hold is unbreakable

You aren’t going anywhere if he has anything to say about it

While he’s holding you, he tells you that he took care of the problem and not to worry about anything as he’ll be the father to the baby currently inside of you

You have no clue what he’s talking about but he doesn’t care as he pulls back and kisses you deeply, you can’t do anything to fight even as he starts to take you to the nearest surface and slip his hands underneath your clothing

Cue a night of him aggressively taking you against every single surface in the house, all for the purpose of making the Marines touch go away in favor of his

I think it’s safe enough to say that if you weren’t pregnant before then you absolutely are now as Sabo didn’t bother to use any form of protection unless he was pulling out and cumming on you

By the end of it, he finally takes you in your bed and cums one last time deep inside of you before he collapses next to you

He plants kisses and bites on the side of your neck as the two of you lay there, he’s whispering promises against your skin to always take care of you and the baby inside of you

He also makes a promise to take you with him when he leaves to go back to the Revolutionary Army tomorrow, the two of you will stay together forever as a family in the world that the Revolutionary Army will create

You are never going to get away from him and months later when you’re sitting swollen with a rather large belly as you lean up against Sabo’s chest with his hands rubbing at the stretched skin of your belly

You regret ever making that story in the first place

[katnisspeetaprim]

Slice Of Life Part 3

Summary: After the birth of your daughter, you had hoped you could have a peaceful few weeks, but the universe has other plans.

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, swearing, fighting, bad relationship with parents, idol!au, baby, breastfeeding.

Word Count: 2129 M.list

Ever since you returned home from the hospital, all you wanted to do was sleep. As soon as you stepped foot in your home, it was like every ounce of energy had escaped you. Jungkook had happily told you to go rest, eager to spend time with his little girl. Plus, his parents had come down and were staying close by, just in case you needed help in the first couple weeks. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

‘Y/N? Jagi...’ You were awoken a few hours later to Jungkook gently shaking your shoulder. He was stood over you with your fussing daughter in his arms. ‘I’m sorry to wake you, but I’ve tried everything and I think she’s hungry.’ He smiled apologetically as he sat beside you.

‘I should probably get up anyway. Can’t sleep forever.’ You smiled softly as you sat up, reaching for your daughter.

Jungkook helped you to rearrange your shirt so you could move So-Hee into position and help her latch.

They’d shown you at the hospital what to do when it came to breastfeeding and lucky for you, So-Hee wasn’t a fussy one when it came to latching.

‘Do- Do you want privacy?’ Jungkook asked, suddenly unsure of himself sitting next to you. You chuckled and shook your head.

‘Don’t be silly. This is perfectly natural, plus it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.’ He seemed to relax after your reassurance and situated himself next to you, leaning against the head board.

Both of you looked down to the baby in your arms. She was perfect. Jungkook gently stroked her head as she fed, playing with the fine tufts of hair on her head.

‘The guys have been texting, asking when they can come visit.’ You let out a breathy laugh.

‘Maybe give it a few days.’ Jungkook also laughed and nodded in agreement.

‘Yeah they can be loud when excited.’

The boys had ended up coming to visit in pairs over the next few days. Each of them had been wonderful and understanding that you didn’t want to be overwhelmed by all of them at once.  They did bring lot’s of gifts with them though, more than you knew what to do with in your small apartment. But you guessed it was your own fault for skipping the baby shower.

Namjoon and Jin were the last two to visit.

You were all sat around the living room. Jin was currently cooing down at So-Hee in his arms and she was laughing up at him.

‘So, how you two holding up?’  Namjoon asked kindly.

‘I mean, I think we’re doing good, all things considered.’ You nodded to yourself, knowing you were doing the best you could do.

‘Yeah, plus my parents have been a huge help. I think I would have had a breakdown if I couldn’t call my mom.’ Jungkook laughed, but it was true.

There had been a few times when So-Hee was crying and neither of you could figure out why. At first you felt like a failure for calling his parents for help. If you couldn’t figure out what your child wanted, didn’t that make you a bad mom? No, o course not. It just meant you still needed time and practice.

You were all disturbed by a sudden loud knocking at the door. You looked over to Jungkook in confusion.

‘Did you invite someone else?’

‘No. I’ll see who it is.’ You nodded as he got up and disappeared down the hall. You continued your conversation with Jin and Namjoon, thinking nothing of the situation, until Jungkook didn’t come back right away.

‘I should probably see what’s keeping him.’ When you turned the corner, you saw Jungkook stood in the doorway, blocking whoever was here from view.

‘Jungkook? Who is it? He shot you a look over his shoulder, eyes hard.

‘Jagi, go back inside. I’ll sort it!’ this made your brows scrunch up and question what was happening. You stepped closer and were about to talk, when Jungkook was suddenly and roughly shoved out of the way, so much so that he stumbled slightly. Before you even knew what was happening, two people were grabbing at you.

‘Y/N! I can’t believe it!’

‘We’ve missed you so much!’ Your mouth was dry as you stared at the two people you had hoped to never see again.

‘Mom, dad. H-how did you find my address?’

‘You both need to leave.’ Jungkook was now stood behind you, glaring at your mom and step dad.

‘Oh don’t be silly! We want to see our granddaughter!.’ Your mother said in a way too cheery tone. ‘Giving birth is the only decent thing you’ve achieved recently anyway.’ Your eyes widened when she tried to walk round you. Quickly, both you and Jungkook moved to stop them from moving any further into your home.

‘You don’t get to show up here and start making demands like nothing ever happened!’ You began yelling, now enraged that they thought they had any right to see your daughter.

‘Get the hell out of my home!’ You shoved your mother back as your shouts got louder, causing Namjoon to come running and see what was happening.

‘How dare you lay hands on your mother!’ Your step dad had now also raised his voice and raised his hand as he took a step towards you. Jungkook was quick to get between the two of you and push him back.

‘That’s far enough.’

‘I just want to see my granddaughter.’ Your mother mumbled again.

‘You’ll never meet my daughter! Now get out and never contact me again!’ They both went to argue again when Namjoon stepped forward.

‘I believe they asked you to leave. If you don’t, we can always  get the police involved.’ Namjoon was talking calmly. He knew just from the short interaction that both you and Jungkook were upset, so he needed to be the one to keep a level head right now.

Your parents were silent and looked between all three of you, before backing off. Your mom looked you up and down before scoffing.

‘I’m shocked you even managed to get pregnant in the first place just looking at you. Wouldn’t be surprised if you got him drunk first.'  You saw red. Her condescending voice and words were enough to tip the scales. You lunged forwards, but Jungkook was quick to catch you and stop you from doing something you would regret, though he didn’t stop you from screaming at her.

‘Get the fuck out! OUT! NOW!’

‘Calm down.’ Jungkook whispered in your ear as you shrugged against him. Namjoon stepped past the two of you to usher your parents out of the house. He quickly locked the door behind them.

By now, your anger has subsided and turned into sobs as you buried your head into Jungkook’s chest.

‘How did they find me Kook?’

‘I really don’t know baby...’ He stroked your hair as he looked over to Namjoon, not really sure what to do now.

So-Hee’s cry suddenly started up, probably from being scared by the loud shouting. You pulled away and jogged back to the living room.

‘So-Hee...’ You called out, wanting nothing more than to hold your baby in that moment. You made a mental note to thank Jin later for having enough initiative to keep your daughter away from the situation.

Jungkook and Namjoon stayed back, both leaning against the walls as they composed themselves.

‘What’s going on?’ Namjoon broke the silence. Jungkook looked up to him and sighed, frustrated.

‘Y/N hasn’t spoke to her parent’s in years. I have no clue how they found our address.

‘Do you think they’ll come back?

‘I don’t know but they seemed determined.’ He trailed off. Both men just stared at each other for a moment.

‘I could help you and Y/N find a new apartment?’ Namjoon piped up with a suggestion. ‘Plus I’m sure manager Sejin could get you some security in the mean time.’ Jungkook thought it over before nodding, glum look on his face.

‘I’d have to talk to Y/N, but thank you hyung.’ Namjoon smiled and patted him on the back.

‘Anytime Kook.’ The two of them made their way back into the living room, to find Jin alone.

‘Y/N took So-Hee to your room. She looked really upset.’ Jin was confused since he didn’t know what was happening. You had just ran back in and scooped up your daughter, ignoring him when he tried to comfort you.

‘We should go hyung. I’ll explain later.’ Jungkook saw them both out, before immediately gong to find you.

‘Jagi?’ He pushed open the bedroom door and saw you sitting on the bed with your back to him, cradling your daughter. Without another word, he sat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

‘Are you ok?’ He knew it was a silly question, but he wanted you to know he cared.

‘No. Not really.’ You spoke so quietly that he could barely hear you. He just nodded and stroked across your shoulders.

‘Hyung said he could help us find a new apartment.’ You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

‘But... I like it here...’

‘Well... Maybe it’s for the best? I mean So-Hee can’t even have a nursery here because of the space.’ It was true. You and Jungkook never moved out of your small apartment. When you started getting serious, he moved right in with you so he could get out of the dorms. It was just the two of you, so neither of you felt the need to have more space, despite having the means to do so.

‘I just don’t understand why they would turn up now.’ Jungkook didn’t have an answer for you. He’s always had a good and supportive relationship with his parents, so he can’t claim to understand your feelings.

‘If you decide you want to talk to them-‘

‘No!’ You cut him off abruptly. ‘I want them no where near our daughter!’ You came off as more harsh than you intended, but Jungkook understood.

‘Ok.’ You both sat in comfortable silence as you rocked So-Hee.

‘Can I have my own office in our new place?’ You suddenly asked, causing Jungkook to laugh.

‘Sure jagi, whatever you want.’

It had only been a few days since the incident, but your parents had made no further attempts to contact you, yet.

Namjoon had also made good on his word, and got you in to view a pretty exclusive place in a gated community. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited to see your possible forever home.

‘She’ll be fine! Don’t worry!’ Jungkook’s mom laughed as she watched the two of you linger in the doorway.

Jungkook’s mom had gladly agreed to babysit So-Hee, whilst you both went to see your potential new apartment. This would be the first time both of you would be leaving since her birth and you were more than a little apprehensive.

‘Are you sure one of us shouldn’t stay?’ You blurted out, flustered.

‘Don’t be silly! I know how to look after a baby!’ She laughed before becoming serious. ‘And if you know who show up again, I’ll be right onto the police. The nerve of them...’ You relaxed a little, knowing that So-Hee was in good hands, but there would always be that lingering anxiety in the back of your mind.

‘Kook... This place is huge!’ You stood in the middle of the empty apartment, looking round in amazement. The real estate agent was standing to the side, looking quite pleased with herself.

‘A lot bigger than your cramped place anyway.’ He jabbed with a smirk.

‘Hey! You chose to move in with ME!’

‘It was either that or you move into the dorms!’ he retorted with a grin, knowing you would have no comeback. You loved the boys, but the thought of living with them was a grim one .

‘Sorry to interrupt, but what are we thinking?’ The real estate agent smiled over at the two of you.

You smiled softly at Jungkook and grabbed his hand.

‘I really like it.’

‘That settles it then!’ He grinned widely to you, before spinning back to the other woman, ‘We’ll take it!’

Moving in was a fast process, considering you both wanted to be out of your place ASAP. The guys had all helped you, and even the boys of TXT had extended their hand in assistance too.

You had decided that it was probably time to get new furniture, rather than moving your old beat up stuff, fresh start and all.

Now all that was left was to decorate.

A.N – So I have no idea when Jungkook moved into his current place, but this new place they have moved into is that place. The one he is currently living in as of 2023!

[raccoonfallsharder]

Presumably Rocket has never used a medpak before Vol 3 which could be seen as a plothole but I think the better answer is that he never needed to, he's never been that close to death before, that's how badass he is

look I’ve put a LOT of thought into medpacks with no clear outcomes lol. thanks for sending this ask so i can finally sit down and process through all my too-many ideas about them lol (seriously! this was a great ask and a lot of fun to think about thaaank you)

short answer: i agree. my guy is a fuckin genius at evasion and survival. but... i also don’t know what our rate of comparison for medpack-usage is? i’m fairly certain we don’t see many (any?) medpacks before vol 3. for all we know, they get used pretty rarely in general. maybe almost none of the guardians have had to use one before, because they’re all survivors - the luckiest of the unlucky, or vice versa.

i say this because i suspect medpacks are intended to heal major, life-threatening, emergency trauma - not cuts and contusions, not things that aren't emergencies - and we actually haven’t seen the guardians in those situations tbh. until v3, they’ve come out of every fight with scrapes, or (relatively) minor injuries that can heal in time. plus, access to medpacks (especially while actively cavorting around the galaxy) may be limited, and if you have three medpacks on a ship with a five-person crew and won't be able to restock for at least another six missions, nobody wants to be the asshole who uses a medpack for bruised ribs when, two cycles later, you end up with three teammates who are bleeding out.

(as an aside: i think the only reason mantis uses the medpack in v3 on herself is because in this particular scenario, a busted-up noodle-arm is an emergency. they are in the middle of an unexpected attack on their home turf and they don’t know why, rocket’s almost dead, and mantis needs to be able to perform at her best to protect herself, her friends, and the people of knowhere. i suspect a painful case of the noodle-arm gets in the way of peak performance.)

this all leads me to add that i think crewmates want to avoid using medpacks for more delicate injuries even if they are readily-accessible. like, if drax cuts his hand off while trying to juggle his daggers, the medpack would heal his stump - but doc glirgoth on the next planet over might be able to reattach it with 98% return on strength and sensation within two cycles, as long as the guardians can get drax to him in the next rotation or so.

now. i also think rocket has probably sustained some emergency life-threatening injuries before, especially when he was newly-escaped from halfworld. however, i think he learned how to do almost all his own first aid thanks to his years alone and his brilliant mind, even if a lot of his efforts are clumsier than a trained healer might be able to provide. like, you know at some point, this guy got sliced up or shot at pretty bad, and he probably could have used a medpack but didn’t have access to one. rocket for sure has ended up passing out while stitching himself up, at least once. even when he does have access to healers, he's not gonna use 'em - not only because he refuses to set foot in medical centers (ttttrauma), but also because he has so many unique things going on in his body that he’s had to figure most of it out on his own. like. there isn’t a single medical holotext in the galaxy that can comprehensively cover his physiology. a healer would need at least a grasp of basic mammal biology and medicine (even this can be hyper-complicated) and probably a few different types of engineering as well. so no to the healers and med-centers: not only does rocket not trust strangers with his body, but they also couldn’t possibly be expected to know what they were doing.

finally, i also think it’s possible that he has used a medpack before in emergency situations for non-vital, non-synthetic, non-trademarked organs. i kind of think a medpack on his crushed, biologically-given femur wouldn’t trigger his killswitch the same way a medpack on his heart, lungs, or brain would. i haven’t studied up on medpacks enough to REALLY know how they interact with rocket (if there's anything definitive out there), but i doubt all organs and structures are linked to the killswitch and if they haven't been tampered with too badly, the medpack may still work on them.

i mean, fundamentally, you’re right. it’s unlikely rocket has used a medpack before because he is that good, but they’re also complicated tech we don’t fully understand and i think that allows them to be less of a “plot hole” than others might think. or at least, they are plot holes so artistically constructed that i can justify them lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡♡♡

[lovechrissturniolo]

7/ day one - afternoon

contains: Chris arguing with Nick on the phone, panicking about it, Lea resures him, intimate moment

"Chris, calm down! Don't let this affect you so much!" Matt tried to get a word in, but Chris was talking himself into a rage.

"You could have watched the video before, you should have sent photos," he mimicked Nick, who he had just spoken to on the phone. "You're not expecting a Friday photo dump? Or for us to post a video?"

Lea, who was watching from the living room, bit nervously her lower lip.

Nick apparently wasn't too happy about them neglecting their youtube tasks and putting so much effort in the three day stream, even though they had agreed it beforehand.

All in all, the phone call had gone rather badly and Lea feared that the event would fail - not from a professional point of view, but because she knew how much it meant to Chris in particular.

"Fucking idiot! He's talking to me like I'm a toddler! Who does he think he is?"

“We'll knot him up when he gets back, right?” Matt joked, trying to reassure him.

Chris let out an annoyed groan and rolled his eyes. “I'll be right back, give me a few minutes.”

Lea had the uncomfortable feeling that she wasn't supposed to watch this very private interaction, which of course was nonsense as there were also a million people on the stream. Plus she had to look at it from the professional point of view.

Chris left Matt's room and kicked a cardboard box on the floor with his foot. “Jesus!” he cursed loudly and ran his hands through his hair.

“You tell me if you want me to switch off, right?” Lea asked cautiously.

"No fuck it! It`s no secret that he`s an asshole!"

Chris walked around the living area without really having a destination. “And of course he's calling right now! While we're streaming! I`m not gonna watch shit!"

On her screen Lea saw Matt mute his microphone and she tried to signal Chris that he was probably too loud, but Matt's door was already opening.

“Chris, can you turn it down? Or freak out downstairs in your room?"

“YES!” Chris gritted out between clenched teeth. "I am trying!"

〽️

Lea's gaze flitted over the passing comments in the chat, focused on not missing anything important in this tense moment.

Nothing really precarious, - but a few comments that she found extremely annoying on a personal level.

Chris goes out to cry about it

he is in fact a toddler

they're screwed without Nick!

Lea rolled her eyes and sucked in a breath of air.

“What?” Chris asked sharply, well aware that her reaction was to the comments.

“No nothing.” she tried to deflect as casually as possible.

“Let me see the bullshit!” he growled and stood behind her.

“Yeah awesome!” Chris shouted sarcastically after reading them and intended to punch the screen with the back of his hand.

But he realized in time that it wasn't his own laptop, so it only got a light flick. "Ban them all!"

Lea ignored this request, knowing that it was not meant seriously.

He went to the fridge, opened and closed it without taking anything out and thought desperately about where to put his anger.

The fact that Nick had to put him down now, of all times, when he had no real chance of escaping the situation, really pissed him off and he got the oppressive feeling of being locked in.

〽️

Lea came from a very argumentative home and recognizing dicey situations was something she was practically born with.

The urge to de-escalate the situation got increasingly stronger than professional restraint.

The inability to form a clear thought made Chris panic and the more he tried to force himself to calm down, the less he succeeded.

He grabbed the headset hanging around his neck and smashed it across the kitchen onto the couch on the other side of the room.

Lea shot up from her chair and stood in his way, which prevented him from continuing to walk around restlessly.

“Stop Chris.” she whispered, placing her palm on his chest. “Let`s do something else.”

Chris looked at her, puzzled - but it stopped the rising panic.

"Why don`t you sit down for a moment." Lea continued and touched him lightly on the arm, directing him to the table.

To her surprise, he actually did it.

She went over to the fridge, took a can of Pepsi and placed it on the table in front of him.

“And now? Pepsi is the cure for everything, or what?” Chris grumbled, but she could see a smirk forming.

“Pretty cliché, isn't it?” Lea replied casually.

A short, grunting laugh escaped him before his face switched back to serious mode.

“Sorry. I couldn't think of anything better so quickly.” Lea sighed and sat down on the chair next to him.

“It was actually helpful.” Chris muttered, resting his forehead on the palms of his hands on the table.

〽️

Lea stared at his tousled hair and fought the reflex to stroke his head. Seeing him so vulnerable and confused felt eerily like she was very close to him.

Chris turned his face in her direction without lifting his head, catching her gaze and looking at her with such intensity that a shiver ran down her spine.

She was unable to form a clear thought, her mind was completely blank, she was petrified.

But that didn't matter.

It didn't even feel strange.

Her mind, which was so careful not to overstep any boundaries and remain professional, had nothing to say.

They just looked at each other.

And it felt completely fine.

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[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hi! Hope you're having a great new year!

I've been wondering lately what Team S' breaking point would be. What would they do when they reach their breaking point. Would they kill someone or kidnap their darling? Or just do something drastic in general.

I think Sonics breaking point would be his darling escaping over and over again (after already being kidnapped). Though I'd say the most he'd do in that situation is just chain his darling to the bed by their ankle. He'd probably still have it long enough for you to walk around the house but short enough that you can't get close to the front door. I can imagine him checking and rechecking every window to make sure that they're still locked (he padlocked them) and to make sure they haven't been tampered with. He'd feel absolutely terrible that things lead to this but he believes it's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, okay? But you could get hurt out there! What if Eggman saw you and decided to roboticize you?! I can't allow that."

Shadow might snap because his darling gets badly hurt by a hitman. It's not life-threatening but still pretty bad (for example, being shot in the arm). He'd probably go mental and beat the ever-loving hell out of them before demanding them to say who assigned them the job. He'd probably circle the Moon and back if it meant finding this person. Unfortunately for his darling, they'd most likely never be allowed to go outside again unless he was around (assuming it was outside, plus you'd have to try and convince him for days to just go out for a while).

"You do remember the last time you went out, right? ....................fine.. I need to get something from the store anyways. Do not leave my side or this'll be the last time you go out. "

Since Sliver is clingy and obsessive, I'd say his breaking point would be his darling giving him the cold shoulder for weeks on end. It's one thing for his darling to be somewhere else for a few weeks, but the fact that you're right there and not giving him any attention would drive him insane. This is especially if you won't even look at him much less talk to him. He's absolutely heartbroken and he's convinced you hate him because of something he did. He would try everything he could just to get a reaction from you, poking, tickling, hugging, hell he'd probably cling onto to your leg until you say something or get him off somehow. He wouldn't do much but eventually he might snap and shake you a bit with his telekinesis out of pain and frustration. He'd immediately put you down once he sees that panicked look on your face and apologises about a thousand times. Out of guilt he might leave you alone for the rest of the day, he's hardly able to look you in the eyes without feeling bad.

"Please look at me, y/n. What ever I did wrong I know I can fix it! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, okay? Please....just love me again."

Let me know what you think! :)

🔮~ anon

Hello! I'm having a decent new year so far & I hope you're having a great new year dear!

I barely know what to say or write or even add to this masterpiece that you've sent.

I've always viewed Sonic as, though a reasonable individual, is quick to act on impulse & my brain reasons that his breaking point would be from his paranoia that builds up. What if you get hurt? What if Eggman kidnaps you? What if you end up being used against him? Or worse, robotized!? He can't have that, no! No! No! I've stated in a earlier post that because of Sonic's impulsiveness, Sonic wouldn't really consider how you might feel (at the moment) & is quick to panic when you panic.

I see your Shadow's breaking point being y/n getting severely hurt, & I raise you, y/n nearly getting killed. Both scenarios perfectly showcase his protectiveness & how far he takes it (y'know, kidnapping & all) but I feel like you nearly dying would just cause something in him to snap, something telling him he can't fully trust the world now. Shadow would also willingly get whatever you need if asked, craving a certain food/dish? He out & about in the nearest market getting the food/ingredients. Need more clothes to wear? He'll look at your article of clothes & check the sizes before heading out. Need some sunlight? Either you let him go with you or you can take some vitamin D pills to assist.

I don't have much to say about Silver because your part on him is beyond spot on. Though I will say I like that you put that he might use his telekinesis on us when frustrated & clearly not thinking straight &, though knowing it was unintentional, he'd beat himself up for it. When you do see him again, he just has the saddest kicked puppy eyes you'd ever seen that would make you feel absolutely shitty. I feel like he'd unintentional gaslight you which would just lead to you giving him all of your attention which he is more than happy to receive.

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

A graveyard snip from my Superbat WIP

I cut this whole scene because it wasn't working but I want to preserve it somewhere because I like the Lois and Clark friendship dynamic.

For some context this is a fic where Clark started dating Matches Malone before he met Bruce Wayne or Batman. Matches has just shot down Clark's request to go to a work function as his plus one. Again.

Under a cut because minor spoilers for my fic XD

Clark’s halfway through throwing on his least terrible suit when his phone pinged three times in rapid succession and he finally decided he’d had enough. He picked it up, expecting to see Matches name splashed across the lockscreen, but felt the blood drain from his face when he’s met with increasingly furious texts from Lois instead.

Lois Lane: [one hour ago] Just a reminder that you signed up to help me organize decorations, so get here asap so we can start setup. Lois Lane: [twenty minutes ago] We have less than two hours before this shindig starts, get your ass over here. Lois Lane: [five minutes ago] Where are you? Lois Lane: [three minutes ago] I swear you better have a good reason for leaving me high and dry with these stupid streamers. Someone better be dying. Lois Lane: [now] That came out wrong. I hope you’re ok, wherever you are. But you owe me big time if you don’t show up in the next ten minutes.

Clark dropped his phone back onto his bed and scrubbed at his face with his hands. In his excitement to ask Matches to come with him he’d forgotten that he’d promised Lois his help. 

She knew him well enough that she’d take one look at his face and know something was wrong. Waiting would only make it worse.

“Damnit,” hissed Clark, snatching his phone up and pressing a few buttons before jamming it between his head and shoulder as he struggled with his tie.

It only rang once before Lois’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Clark! I’ve been texting you for an hour! Are you ok?”

“I..” his voice cracked and he knew trying to lie to Lois would end badly. “Physically, yeah. But… I think I fucked up.”

He could hear the odd stereo of Lois both over the speaker and in the distance as she pushed open a door, probably the one into the alley stairwell. A moment later her heels clicked down concrete stairs, confirming his suspicion. When she spoke, her voice was filled with concern. “What do you mean you fucked up?”

Clark let a bark of humorless laughter fill his voice as he slid open his bedroom window and climbed out onto the fire escape. “You know how I wanted to ask Matches to come to this as my plus one?”

“You’ve only been dithering all week,” Lois said. “Don’t tell me you waited until today to ask.”

Clark’s silence seemed to speak for itself and Lois made an exasperated noise. Even over the phone Clark could tell she was pinching the bridge of her nose. “Clark. That is not the kind of thing you spring on your partner.”

“Yeah, well, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway,” Clark bit out, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. No one ever was, but it didn’t hurt to check. “I’ll be there in a minute, Lo’.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered? Clark, what…” Clark hung up before Lois could finish asking. He didn’t think he’d be able to get to the Planet office safely if he had to answer over the phone.

Though… he’d hung up on Lois. He’d probably just traded one dangerous situation for another.

The flight across Metropolis was unmercifully quick, with no interruptions to delay the inevitable. Clark winced as he touched down in the usual alleyway, right in front of Lois and her thunderous, toe-tapping fury.

Fury that melted into frank concern as soon as she caught a glimpse of his face. 

“Oh Clark,” she sighed, stepping forward and cupping a hand to the side of his face, thumbing away the damp he knew still clung to his cheek. Her mouth thinned into a grim line. “I’m not above killing him for you.”

Despite himself, Clark chuckled. “I’d rather you not kill my partner.”

She relaxed a fraction, patting his cheek before stepping back and fussing with his lapels. “I’ll stick to some light maiming then. You’re still together? Over the phone it sounded like…”

“No!” Clark said a bit too loudly, then winced and dialed his volume back a notch. “No, he just said something stupid and I had to go cool off.” He ducked his head sheepishly. “I was out of cell range for a while there. That’s why I didn’t see your messages.”

“Out of cell… where the fuck did you go?” Lois followed his gaze as his eyes flicked upward and snorted. “Only you, Smallville.”

Clark quirked a lopsided smile and shrugged, shimmying past her to get to the stairs. Lois let him get as far as the door before she reached out and snagged his wrist, spinning him to face her. He could have stood firm, but instead he turned into her touch with amused resignation.

Her face had gone back to thin-lipped worry. “You aren’t getting away that easily. What did you mean ‘it wouldn’t have mattered’?” 

“He…” Clark sighed and slumped against the doorframe, staring away and into the dim stairwell. “Matches was never going to come with me to this. He said that putting a man like him in a room full of reporters was ‘throwing chum to sharks’. So I left before I could start yelling.”

[white-weasel]

Saw VII and Jigsaw thoughts this fine Saw Saturday! (We actually watched the movies on Thursday but shhh it was Saw Saturday for us in spirit)

I am so sad that Saw VII was…. Not Very Good to put it mildly. Very rushed and all over the place and just did not give me the same feeling as the other Saw movies which was upsetting as this was kinda supposed to be the end cap of the main series :(

Dr. Lawrence Gordon, the character you are. I was so excited when I saw that he came back for this movie but was so disappointed when he was barely in it. I was really hoping for him to be more involved in the story or at the very least to be given a little more explanation for why he joined up as an apprentice. Like give me this man’s psyche and emotional state!!! What made *him* decide to help John do unto others what was done to him? Did he buy into the philosophy? Did he develop some sort of weird Stockholm Syndrome when John nursed him back to health after he survived his trap?

Idk if this is just me but they treated Jill kinda weirdly in this movie? Quite literally just kept her locked in rooms and not allowed to do anything and like. Obviously I would also run to police protection if I had just tried to kill an incredibly dangerous serial killer and failed like Jill did at the end of Saw VI, but I just wish they gave her something more interesting to do than have a weird dream about Hoffman killing her with a train car and cower in fear

The blood and violence was so bad this movie and I genuinely don’t know why. My guess is it’s something to do with the movie being shot/intended for 3D? But even then I don’t think that should make the blood, like, pink right? I’m not watching Saw for the gore necessarily but it was a bit disappointing when you’d see Hoffman’s face ripped open from the end of 6, and then the next shot it looked totally different

(Speaking of the 3D, the scene at the end with Gordon tossing the saw was so unintentionally funny because of it. Like, yes king throw your hacksaw at the audience)

On the plus side I thought the character of Bobby was an interesting angle to explore. A man who basically used Jigsaw for clout and profited off of faking trauma then has to go on and live through that same trauma x10

(It is kinda weird that his wife was punished for his mistakes though considering she literally didn’t know he was lying……… like we saw in 6 with the mother and son that John doesn’t want to hurt those he thinks haven’t done anything wrong (though of course his logic on what that is is skewed) but now he’s suddenly cool using this woman as motivation for a man to do these traps? Seems off)

Mostly solid trap designs this time around!

Jigsaw survivor support group is also interesting! I couldn’t tell if everyone in that scene was actually survivors we had previously seen, but it was cool to be able to pick out a few of them and be like “oh my god I remember you!”

Wish we had gotten to see more Hoffman this movie as well, though seeing him go complete cold blooded killer in the police station was kinda fun, even if it was extremely goofy and unrealistic

If they wanted to, I could definitely see a world where Hoffman is still alive. Yeah he doesn’t have the saw to cut off his own leg, but we know you can skip the chain by breaking your own foot (Eric Matthews) and we also know Hoffman has no qualms about doing that sort of thing to survive (Reverse Bear Trap escape) so he definitely did that. The only question is if he could actually get out of the bathroom afterwards

There’s probably a lot I’m missing about my Saw VII thoughts but unfortunately it’s probably my least favorite of the bunch rn. I think it had some good ideas, some ideas that I was actually super invested in, but the execution was rushed and a lot of our existing characters were seemingly flattened to make them work

So maybe it’s just because I was coming off the disappointment in VII, but Jigsaw was an enjoyable movie to me! The pacing could be a little bit weird, but I also recognize that it was made like… 7 years after the last movie and they were probably trying to find a way to “modernize” the franchise and bring in new fans

The main thing I didn’t appreciate about this movie is how I felt it basically had to trick me for its twist to work. I absolutely LOVE the idea of “the game you’re seeing play out actually happened 10 years ago. We just didn’t say it was a flashback.” It’s such a classic saw thing to do and a lot of it a was foreshadowed. However stuff like the technology level and some of the fashion choices of the victims (I’m thinking specifically of the style of jeans Mitch wore) don’t always work with what would have been around in like 2001 or earlier. Maybe that’s me showing my age and I’m underestimating what was around in the late 90s/early 00s but it just made me a little mad because I felt I couldn’t just sit in the twist and instead had to justify why it didn’t make sense

I do however like the idea of Logan being someone who was saved from his trap by John. He was put in for making a careless mistake, only for John himself to make a mistake in his sedative dosage, not giving him an actual fair chance to fight for his life. It does help bridge the gap between the very obviously personal revenge John took in his first trap with Cecil towards the philosophy he spouts about the games being about appreciating your life later in the timeline

Genuinely though the whole movie I thought the killer was gonna be Detective Hunt, Halloran’s partner. I totally thought it was gonna be something similar to Logan where he wanted revenge on Halloran due to all the shit he had gotten away with. Also, the movie made such a point that “omg the body showed up at Eleanor’s studio/warehouse but only Logan and Eleanor knew about that place” but like….. Hunt followed them to that location. He could have gone in and placed the body there later to frame everyone and then told the cops about the workshop just to make sure the evidence was found. I was so convinced it was him because I felt like Logan was a bit too obvious for most of the movie lol

I liked the shotgun barn game. Very good early Saw trap/game. Short, sweet, and gets the lesson across

Logan’s reveal was hard as fuck, I don’t care what anyone says. I already made a post about how that scene is full of banger lines but it bears repeating: “I am him” “You have a choice: scream or don’t” “I speak for the dead” like okay sir go off

Logan certainly isn’t the most interesting apprentice or character, but I truly think that’s only because we don’t get to see him as an apprentice very much. From everything I’ve seen, he does not come back for either of the next two movies which I think is such a shame because there’s something to explore here with him being the first apprentice! With him being moreso an equal to John, teaching him part of his philosophy that’s so iconic about him, that’s a different apprentice dynamic from what we’d seen before and ahhhh I just wanna know the direction they would have taken this guy

Also makes me curious how much the other apprentices knew about each other. Amanda and Hoffman obviously interacted, but did anyone know about Logan? Was he just like “none of my business” when shit was going off the rails after John died? I want answers on how the Jigsaw apprentice relationships operate lmao

Overall, not the best Saw Saturday showing but yknow what, they can’t all be bangers. At the very least these movies have given me something to chew on and I also still enjoyed myself a lot. Saw, they could never make me hate you even if they’re doing the most with it!!!

I’m hopeful that my friend and I will be able to watch both Spiral and Saw X next week and then we’ll officially be through all of them and I won’t have to worry about any more spoilers! Hooray!

[blackinquisitors]

Are there any characters or story beats that feel weak in rdr2 to you? Also, things you wished there'd been more exploration of, characters or ideas or themes

oh my god so much. I love red dead and its absolutely the best game ive ever played - and probably one of the best games ever - but its definitely not without flaws

Blessed are the peacemakers makes no sense in the plot. It does a few things: makes arthur doubt dutch, illustrates dutchs decline and his apathy (perhaps for the first time for the player), and shows that colm odriscoll is working with the pinkertons, possibly doing foreshadowing for micahs betrayal by showing you its possible for outlaws to become rats. BUT I think this could have been done in a billion other ways than "Lets torture arthur and never bring it up again!" bc he doesnt mention it, his shoulder injurt doesnt hinder him, he doesnt have ptsd from it. theres not a reason why that in particular had to happen. arthur could have been captured, but not tortured and shot, for example. maybe they could have drugged him and thru his haze he overheard colms plans and then managed to escape when he came to, only to find that it had been several days that he was missing and no one came to look for him. that sort of thing. same prinicple but without the ridiculous glossing over of TORTURE

Guarma. This one sticks in my craw and I get more annoyed every time I play it. R* originally was going to have villages and stranger missions on the island but abandoned it for some reason? time I guess? But I really would have liked to see a more personal look at the people there and how cornwall and fussar have hurt them. PLUS it would have been a very good opportunity to show how the way the rich men rob from the poor isnt too different from what dutch and the gang does. It would give arthur a really good image of how far they had fallen, that they were similar to these awful men, when they originally started off as robin hood-like men that gave back the money they stole to shanties. but no its just 3 missions of endless combat which can be fun but isnt really bc I dont even have my favortite gun with me. Also it didn't do a good job of showing Javier's sudden loyalty to Dutch/Bill/Micah. I would think that Arthur being stuck w these four, who eventually betray him, with nobody else would be a good opportunity to show how they all grow to hate him for some reason, but its not there. SIDE NOTE guarma is also glitched for me and this is a common bug. The time stays at 9am and half the guarma-exclusive animals dont spawn so I didn't get to fill out my compendium. R* never fixed this

I think all the girls could have been expanded upon. Tilly's role in the gang especially bc she was raised the same way as john and views dutch like a father, yet if you never heard her camp dialogue explaining this, you would never know. Molly especially needed more detail. She was supposed to be on the mission to go to the saint denis mayors party, and was cut for SOME REASON. but she would have done wonderfully. She should have had a part in it

The timeline of the gang and their relationships makes no fucking sense. Abigail says she always liked Mary, but Abigail joined the gang in 1894, and Mary and Arthur talk like they were in their early twenties when they were together. Theres a dialogue w Abigail and Uncle where they reminisce on her working girl days (bc Uncle was her pimp - very weird) and she says it was ten years ago. but that would mean she was working two years after she gave birth to jack which 1. didn't happen and 2. COULDNT happen bc I dont think men would want to pay for a night with a mother who had children fairly recently. the stretch marks and loose skin would give that away. Arthur has an antagonizing line to Jack that he looks like a williamson or an escuella- Javier didn't join the gang until about 1895, a year after abigail, and presumably when she was already pregnant or had given birth to jack. Theres other examples but these are the main ones I can think of

That encounter with Sonny in the swamp had no reason to be in the gang aside from R* thinking male victims of SA are funny

I wish they had more detail with Isaac. I mean clearly I wish that, ive got a 130k+ fic exploring arthur and Isaac's relationship, but within red dead I wanted just a bit more than a couple of lines. Originally Isaac and Eliza were both supposed to be in the game and Isaac was a newborn that would have frozen to death in the prologue, and I think Eliza would have ran away. Instead they went with making them a footnote in Arthur's story. On one hand, I understand why Arthur would rarely talk about them bc it would be too painful, but I also think if it was more overt, it would color his interactions with Jack/Abigail/John differently. Plus it would lean more into the themes of cycles of violence, and breaking out of it to be a father. Arthur didn't and he died childless, John tried to but he couldnt manage it and doomed his son to follow in his footsteps

THE EPILOGUE. Oh my godddd the more I play the epilogue, the more empty it feels and the more I realize why few people like it or finish it. It feels very tacked on. There needed to be a scene between the saddest video game death in history and John and Abigail arguing. The fact that there is no break inbetween like 2 hours of arthurs story wrapping up and another hour of John's story starting. Farm chores are fine but tedious if youve played it before. John being desperate for money and risking his life w sadies bounties makes no sense when Ive just done a treasure map and have $1000 in my inventory. "The gang needs money" is an endlessly attainable goal, moreso than "I need money". John's player model is just Arthur's reskinned- But they originally planned for you to play as John's npc model. You can see this in the pictures they have in the menu of John in the missions. The fact that there are NO NEW STRANGER MISSIONS aside from evelyn miller which is really nothing. They unlock new austin, but theres NOTHING to do there except collectiables and sight seeing and a couple bounties. Why even bother? When you compare how dense New Hanover is with Stuff To Do compared to New Austin which is HALF THE TOTAL MAP, its ridiculous!! I think it was just rushed and needed either more fleshing out, or cutting out completely bc John doesnt even live in new austin, and doesnt visit it until rdr1. Doesnt Bonnie give him a tour bc he doesnt know where things are? I may be misremembering that

Money. Money is so inconsistent and the values make no sense. Right its 1899. I rob a stagecoach and get $40 for it. This must be like $1000 in todays money. Wow Arthur beat a man to death for $40. This must be a lot of money. What do you mean a pair of jeans is $15. Thats how much they cost now! Wait why is this can of bean $1.40? I can buy them now for 40cents! Not to mention the Valentine bank robbery gives you $2000, essentially making money completely useless. Add on all the treasure maps as well as random gold bars lying around, which is 24 accoring to gamerant. $12,000 for all of those. So once you have this much money, all the fun outlaw stuff of robbing stagecoaches, mugging people, robbing stores and trains, is completely irrelavent. I never do any of it bc its not worth the bounty for 50 bucks. And paying off bounties isnt a big deal either bc its barely a dent in your pocket. Basically it takes the difficulty away, and the need to engage in these criminal activities for afford anything in the game. Its hard to take dutch seriously w his "We need more money" when I have a cool 8k in my man purse. Its also hard to believe Arthurs lamenting about his behaviour "I'm a bad man I rob and kill and am so terrible to people" no you aint but I dont make you do anything criminal unless the game makes me in a mission

Theres a lot of cut content and I wish almost all of it was back. Most notably, roulette tables, boat to guarma for John, more stranger missions, more companion activities in camp. I think they were orginally going to allow come sort of companion mechanic where people from camp could accomanpy Arthur on his adventures. I understand why they didnt bc that would require 10x more voice acting and would be really complicated with stranger missions, but I would have loved it all the same

Okay. I was going to add another one but tumblr said I reached my limit. my last thing is I wished they didnt play the native american flutes every time anyone in the wapiti tribe came on screen. silly.

anyway NOW I'm done. I think. Ill probably think of more but this post is already very long

[yourbestpalpercy]

(Thank you to NoirDenwa for giving me permission to give one of their ToonTown Ocs a cameo in my AU. I will not be saying who, just read and find out because boy am I proud of this story!)

What did Leaf do to deserve this?

How much of The Chairman’s rambles did Leaf have to sit through before he let Leaf just choose a damn department!?

“Y’know kid, I think you’d fit into the Lawbots the best. You’re pretty moody, you’d like Virgil I think. Then again, his suit name is Witchhunter for a reason, he’d…probably dislike you. Are you good at math by any chance?” At this point, it felt like Leaf’s brain was melting out her ear from the utter boredom.

…hm?

Leaf glanced at the nearby window. ‘That seems like a quick exit…plus I get to see the new world I’ve found myself in…’ Leaf now began to inch over to the window, mostly toning out The Chairman’s rambling.

“Then again, you don’t seem like the kind to work hard here so maybe not. Law is a pretty hard job, especially with how confusing it can often be. Maybe I should get you a job here with the Boardbots where I can keep an eye-,” The Chairman looked up, seeing Leaf near the window, “Uh…are you even listening?”

“Oh-?” Leaf looked back at The Chairman, “Yeah, uh, totally…just want to see this whole new world I’ve found myself in…” Leaf stared at the window, seeing all the strange colors of this world.

“There’s not much to see out there,” The Chairman rolled his eyes, “We’re currently in Drowsy Dreamland, this is probably the quietest place here so you minus well accept working here if you want any form of normalcy…” Leaf rolled her eyes before she opened the window as wide as it would go.

“What are you planning to do…?” The Chairman narrowed his eyes.

“It’s stuffy in here! Calm down!” Leaf hissed suddenly.

The world outside was painted in deep, grayish purples. There were a few, strange lamp posts decorated around the streets, not like it mattered much though, the lights barely lit up the dark streets. The night air was chilly enough for Leaf to see her own breath and it was…strangely refreshing.

“...I’ll just keep talking, don’t move another inch. Prethinker told me humans are easily killable so I doubt you’ll be able to survive such a fall,” The Chairman went back to listing the various jobs and the responsibilities of being a Boardbot.

Leaf leaned out the window suddenly and counted under her breath a few times, ready for what she was about to do. “1…2…3…1…2…3…1…2…3!!”

“What are you counting for?” The Chairman glared at her, growing noticeably tense.

Leaf leapt out of the window suddenly.

Leaf felt the wind whirling around her and- somehow, it felt so freeing. There was a sharp sinking and rising feeling in Leaf’s gut as she fell.

‘Aim your feet at the ground– this is going to hurt–!’ Leaf’s mind raced as she fell closer and closer to the ground. Could she even survive this?? Maybe she should’ve thought this through even slightly more!?

At a certain point, Leaf couldn’t stop a scream from escaping her. Leaf covered her eyes as tightly as she could.

The sickening *SNAP!* that came from her body as her feet hit the ground. Pain shot up into her leg which only caused her to flop over, clutching her leg.

“YOU’RE STILL ALIVE!?” The Chairman’s voice shouted and glancing up slightly revealed him looking out the window completely wide eyed.

Leaf didn’t respond, only taking her hoodie off and biting into its sleeve as she slowly got up and started to limp away. Leaf didn’t dare look at the injury and decided to try her best to ignore it. …It was really hard to do so though.

Every step hurt like hell but hey, The Chairman hadn’t gone after her yet…

Took forever but finally, Leaf found a good, dark alleyway to sit down and die for a little bit in. Bruises had already started to form on her ankle and it looked grizzly already. Leaf spat out her hoodie finally and instead wrapped it around her ankle.

‘...So I’m in a new world, having just now jumped out a window on like-...the 5th story…just to avoid death by boredom and a job being forced upon me. I don’t know what a Toon is but I should try to-!’

Leaf shouted, a figure having seemingly appeared before her magically as if summoned by Leaf merely thinking about them.

Leaf watched them jump out of a black hole in the ground before peeling the tarp up off the ground and folding it neatly before placing it in a pocket. At the moment, they were turned away from Leaf, just humming to themselves as they tapped their chin. “Where…?” They mumbled softly and reached down to pick up an object.

They looked like what Leaf would think a Toon looked like. Small for one. At least shorter than Leaf by a few inches. The Toon was a light gray cat minus his limbs and tail which were mint green. If Leaf wasn’t scared, she probably, admittedly, would’ve pet the Toon. Then again, it also would’ve, probably, been considered extremely rude.

The Toon picked up another object and only huffed to himself. “Usually I’m pretty accurate with these dumb holes,” The Toon took the hole out again to glare at it, Leaf assumed before putting it away again, “Besides…he said this ‘Leaf’ person couldn’t’ve gotten far…”

They wore black shorts and what looked like a bellhop’s outfit. He had white gloves on (‘Expected, that’s kind of a staple of cartoon characters…’). They had a short black hat lined with golden thread and a blue visor. Their socks were striped and they wore large black shoes.

Leaf sighed slightly, still unsure if she should even speak up. Something just…felt off about this particular Toon. She had never seen a Toon before but something still felt off. Uncanny even.

Wait.

Leaf squinted. Something definitely was wrong.

It could barely be seen in the dark light of Drowsy Dreamland but the Toon’s shadow…didn’t quite match the Toon’s form. It was much larger than the toon for one and had mismatched eyes for two. Leaf couldn’t even make out what the shadow was supposed to be! It had a cable connected to something on the side of its head but that was all Leaf could make out. Just looked…scary.

Her nervous breathing was apparently loud enough to catch the Toon’s attention though. His ears pricked up and he turned around to face Leaf. Leaf grew tense and drew back slightly. The Toon’s eyes were a strangely piercing yellow (though that could’ve just been thanks to the lighting on this dark place).

“Oh! There you are! …I think. He didn’t give much of a description of you. Are you Leaf? Well- you probably are, you’re a human! Totes cool, y’know! I haven’t seen a human in uhh…actually never mind the years! You’re Leaf, I’m Noir, no need for introductions,” The Toon seemed way too excited to see Leaf, clasping his hands together. Noir was also extremely rambly, almost making it hard to keep up with what he was saying.

“‘He’? And please slow down, I can’t-” Noir was quick to interrupt Leaf.

“The Chairman! Who else?”

Leaf’s mind was already racing, telling her to run as fast as she could, but with her ankle being fractured or broken in some way, she probably wouldn’t get too far. Something told her though that even if she wasn’t hurt, she still wouldn’t get too far, I mean, she watched this Toon teleport in front of her using some kind of circular black tarp…!

“...I thought he hated Toons. Everyone in that building suggested that Toons were terrible! Why does he have a Toon working for him?” Leaf didn’t look at Noir as she said this. Something was just off about him and staring at Noir only creeped Leaf out more.

The look in Noir’s eyes changed for a moment. He seemed annoyed with Leaf calling him a Toon. “There are…some exceptions,” Noir said with a kind smile on his face, “It’s true that The Chairman dislikes and even hates Toons at times, but he doesn’t hate aaaall Toons~!” Noir sounded excited again and folded his hands, “Especially if they can be useful to him! Which I’ve long proven myself to be!” Noir sounded fairly proud of himself, a smirk creeping on his face as he did.

Leaf squinted, “You sound like you’re lying,” Leaf made sure she was loud enough to be heard and this certainly seemed to throw Noir off a little as his eyes shot back open, gaining teal irises for just a moment before he looked back at Leaf.

“Well…- I’m not. Believe me when I say, Leaf, I don’t lie! I ain’t the lying type!” Noir leaned over and brought a finger up near Leaf’s face as if trying to hammer home the point that he wasn’t a liar.

“I bet you’re not even a Toon. The Chairman kept talking about ToonCogs whatever those are. You certainly look like a toon but your shadow tells a different story!” Leaf pointed at the shadow which was still obscuring her own self slightly. Noir leaned away from Leaf, looking more annoyed with her.

“Robert mentioned you would be annoying but certainly not this annoying…” A scowl came to Noir’s face as if disgusted with Leaf, “I expected a little better from a human, y’know. Maybe some flare, some spirit?? At least a little more energy? You’re in a whole new world!” Noir balanced on one foot and spread out his arms, “You should at least be scared or excited- showing some kind of emotion besides deadpan!!”

Leaf rolled her eyes as dramatically as she could, “If you’re about to go on a speel about what a disappointment I am, save it. I know I’m disappointing, The Chairman kept highlighting my disappointing qualities all through rambling to himself about what department I should be in so he can ‘keep me safe in this dangerous world’,” Leaf mocked The Chairman’s voice as best as she could, even mocking some of his mannerisms like shuffling and messing with an imaginary tie.

“As if I can’t keep myself safe!” Leaf crossed her arms.

“...” Noir was completely deadpan. He then looked down at Leaf’s broken ankle, “‘As if I can’t keep myself safe!’” He mocked with a dumb smile on his face, putting his hands on his hips, “Yeah right, says the kid who literally jumped out the window to avoid a damn- darn- you know what, I don’t care about censoring myself right now, DAMN conversation and is currently sitting in front of me with a broken ankle!”

Leaf couldn’t exactly argue there. Jumping out the window was pretty stupid but she did try to tell the Chairman she didn’t want a job only for her concerns to get brushed off, so. “...okay fine, maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to do-”

“No shit, Sherlock! Who knew jumping out the window of a 5 story building was a bad idea!” Noir feigned shock. He suddenly paused, getting a troubled look on his face, “We’re…getting seriously off topic…”

“Off topic of what-?”

“Pick your poison kid!” Noir spread his arms again, “Either you come with me peacefully back to the building,” He pointed his thumb out of the alleyway, “Or,” Noir pressed his fingertips together with a mischievous grin on his face, “We go with the funner option! Well, fun for me, not for you I’d assume.”

“My ankle is broken! How do you expect me to walk back into that stupid building!?”

As Leaf looked up from her bruised ankle, Noir's strange, teal irises had returned and he held a large, cartoonish mallet over his head, “Exactly.” Noir brought the hammer down onto Leaf’s head. The last thing Leaf heard was Noir giggling excitedly, “Oh I hope The Chairman lets me run at least 1 test on you! Oh- I probably shouldn’t say that outloud…”

“Fine, just don’t bother me about it…” The Chairman sounded annoyed when Leaf started to stir awake, “You’re dismissed, Noirtoon- oh and please avoid dripping on the carpet this time. You know that your strange, limb, ink stuff is hard to clean out,” This was followed by a mischievous giggle from…Noir? Leaf had assumed that ‘Noirtoon’ was just a way to insult the fact that Noir was a toon. “No promises…~” Leaf heard the door close soon after.

Leaf sat up as carefully as she could to avoid hurting her ankle. She was certainly annoyed now about having been knocked out for no apparent reason other than ‘for fun’. Leaf looked up at The Chairman who also looked annoyed with her. So hey, feelings are mutual!

“Well there goes that attempt at seeing this world without some dumb, couch man watching over me…”

The Chairman’s glare worsened.

“What??? I made it clear I didn’t want a job here and that I just wanted to get home and you brushed off all of my concerns! I doubt any of my family is going to take me disappearing randomly into a random remake of an old game in a good way!” Leaf stood as best as she could, keeping weight off of her broken anklet, “...fuck, I forgot what else I wanted to say…”

The Chairman picked up papers, “Let’s try this again, if you throw yourself out the window again, well, I guess Noirtoon’s dream of wanting a human to experiment with is going to come to him earlier than he expected,” The Chairman glared past the papers at Leaf.

“What’s with him anyways?? He’s…really unsettling. I feel like I just bought a ticket straight to the bottom of Uncanny Valley when I see him…” Leaf glared back at the doors, shivering a little.

“If you think I’ll be able to tell you anything, you’d be mistaken. Noirtoon hasn’t told me anything either. All I know is that he appeared in this world randomly and refuses to tell me where he came from. I don’t pry because it’s very rude and I’d prefer to not get on his bad side…”

“Great, well, where can I go that’s the furthest away from him and you that I can possibly go?” Leaf sat back down, “And also where I can go to get my ankle fixed?”

“You’d want the Lawbots for both of those but you’re 15 as you’ve repeated to pretty much everyone,” The Chairman rolled his eyes, “I might be forcing you to get a job and I’m not making you get a law degree to even slightly understand them,” The Chairman paused as if to think, “Unless I make you an apprentice maybe? Hm, what experience do you have?”

“Uhhh…” ‘Holy shit. He’s giving me a chance! What have I done relating to law…law, that’s like- rules and stuff, ain’t it?’ Leaf tapped her chin before answering, “I’m great at reenforcing rules in video games when playing with my siblings, no one wants to hear me rant about cheaters so they normally listen. This applies in real life too, I’ve been a referee for games between my friends and stuff!”

The Chairman stared at Leaf for a long while before sighing, “Eh, alright. That should work. I think Adjudicator should work as a suit name for you…Full name for reference?”

‘It worked! This guy must have low standards!’ Leaf stood proud as she said, “Leaf Aqueto, spelt A-Q-U-I-T-O,” Leaf folded her hands with a polite expression on.

“...So you remember your last name but not your first name???”

Leaf could only shrug, “Uhm, guess so. It just sort of came out…”

“Okay, sure,” The Chairman started to sign some papers on his desk.

“Now then, all that’s left is getting you someone who can help you with your apprenticeship so let’s see…Misty can barely defend herself against Toons, I doubt she’d even slightly be a good teacher for someone with as much attitude as you…” The Chairman shot Leaf a much lighter glare from behind the papers in front of him.

“Oh- I do not have that much attitude!” Leaf crossed her arms again, “I’m a little moody at times but that’s usually because I have a reason.”

“Yeah, sure…” The Chairman went on to talk about the other managers.

“I doubt Prester would like giving a ‘potential witch’ an apprenticeship. Also, he’s paranoid about witches and anyone that might look even slightly suspicious. I’m not going to stick you with him, he might try to set you on fire on Day 1!”

“Head Attorney is a possible choice but he practices the more complicated stuff you look like you can barely put the circle piece in the right hole.”

“Oh kindly fuck off, ya chair headed bastard! Now you’re just being mean,” Leaf flipped The Chairman the bird who gave Leaf a disgusted glare in return, “I’m smarter than I look, Roger or whatever your stupid name is!”

“It’s Robert. And it’s not as stupid as having Leaf be your name,” Before Leaf could shoot anything back, Robert continued on, putting the papers back together, “Count Erclaim! He’s barely around and can barely keep his job. I’m not placing you with him. No way. Too much opportunity for defiance and trouble from you.”

“The Litigation Team does not need a 5th member. They’re perfectly fine without one. In fact, making you an apprentice for them would just be punishment for all 4 of them that none of them have done anything to deserve.”

Leaf couldn’t stop the scowl on her face from worsening. She was not a damn punishment for being a little rowdy, Jesus Christ! Leaf understood Robert disliking her for throwing herself out the window and being a little bit of a handful so far but he was just being a jerk to Leaf and had been ever since she woke up here!

“That leaves only Mouthpiece left over…” Robert put the papers down and folded his hands as he stared down at Leaf.

“She’d do nicely actually…now that I think about it,” Robert said after a long pause, “I think she’d be able to wrangle and tame that attitude of yours into something manageable and I believe you’d like her too. Belle is a pretty nice Cog when you don’t annoy her past her limit. I’ll call her up, explain the situation and have you taken to Mezzo Melodyland tomorrow morning, got it? I’ll even have her sew you your own outfit. Finally, before you ask, the Employee Resting Quarters is on the 3rd floor. The security goon outside of this room will escort you there.”

“Uhm, are we just going to forget my ankle still hurts like a damn bastard?” Leaf hissed, slightly rubbing the bruise from her broken ankle.

“Shouldn’t’ve jumped out the window to try avoiding conversation. Regardless, try to sleep well, Adjudicator.” Hearing Robert call her Adjudicator sent a chill down Leaf’s spine as she wondered, ‘Is that what everyone in this new world is going to call me? Is it wrong of me to think it’s weird and want other people to just call me by my actual name? Will I be given up for experiments or something if I start introducing myself to others besides Cogs by my real name instead of Adjudicator?’

“You are dismissed, Adjudicator,” As Robert said this, a small, two legged robot entered the room. They reminded Leaf of those derpy, robot, dog things she’d sometimes see online in her world.

“Come along, kid,” The goon said.

Leaf struggled to stand up and not cause herself more pain as she followed the goon out of the room.

(Thanks again to @noirdenwa for giving me permission to give Noirtoon a cameo in my story. He was a blast to write scenes for! Go follow them! They’re a super cool person and they make super great art!)