#i couldn't even tell her how abd it is

[halinski]

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[vivwritesfics]

She's The Devil

(In Disguise)

She was just a hooker and Fernando was just a man looking for directions. They were never meant to fall in love

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Warnings: reader is a sex worker, non descript smut, Lawrence stroll is an ass

Fernando Alonso was incredibly lost. All he wanted to do was got to The Crown Plaza Hotel and sleep after a long day on track.

But he was so lost. Looking around and trying to read street signs weren't helping at all.

So, Fernando kept going. He drove until he found a busy street and parked up on it. But, before Fernando opened the car door, a young lady, scantily clad, knocked on his window.

Fernando rolled it down. "Hey, big boy," she said. "You need some help?"

She was pretty, he thought as she leaned against the window. But she was clearly nervous. Something stirred within him.

Fernando nodded his head towards the passenger seat. She walked around to the other side of the car and climbed in. Almost immediately, she reached for his zipper, but Fernando placed her hands back in her lap. "Oh, so, do you want me to touch myself?"

"I want you to tell me where The Crown Plaza Hotel is," he said.

She sat up a little straighter. "This is still going to cost you," she said before she directed him to The Crown Plaza Hotel.

As soon as they reached The Crown Plaza Hotel, Fernando climbed out of the car abd gave his keys to the valet. She did the same and held her hand towards him, expectantly. "Pay up," she said.

Fernando looked towards the hotel. "The money is up in my room," he said and pulled the door to the lobby open for her.

With his hand on the small of her back, Fernando led her through the lobby. He didn't much care for the stairs he got as he walked her into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor he was staying on.

Even in the elevator, she was looking around, eyes full of wonder. "Nobody has ever taken me somewhere this fancy before," she whispered. Elevator music filled the silence between them as the elevator took them up and the doors once again slid open.

Just as he had in the lobby, Fernando had his hand on the small of her back as he led her to his room.

It was, without a doubt, the most impressive Hotel room she had ever been in. "Holy shit," she whispered as she looked around, taking in everything. There was a plush sofa with a television in front of it, a spread of food on the table against the door abd art work hanging all around the room. "Have a seat and something to eat, if you'd like," he said as he threw his jacket over the back of a chair.

She instantly went over to the table and grabbed an apple. Sinking her teeth into it, her too high heels clicked against the floor as she walked over to the sofa and sat down.

It was the comfiest thing she had sat on in weeks.

Fernando took his time to find the cash he had brought with him. Every time he walked past the door of his bedroom, he looked at her, watched as she got herself another apple. She looked so young, no older than twenty-five. She was too young for this life, he decided as he watched her.

Finally, Fernando found the money. He pulled out the desired amount and brought it to her. "This is a really nice room," she said as she turned on the television.

Fernando couldn't help but look at her. He had no doubts she'd go back out onto the streets or back to a cold, one bedroom apartment, and limited food.

He shoved the money back into his pocket. "How much for you to stay with me for the next three days?" He asked.

She raised her eyebrows at him. Three days, that was three days of no other client. She thought on it as she ate her second apple. "Why would you want me here for the next three days?"

Fernando sat on the sofa with her. He tucked himself into the corner of the sofa and she turned towards him. "I'm in an unfamiliar city," he answered. "Maybe I want some company."

She let out a snort. "And you want company from a sex worker? Are you at least going to have sex with me?"

"Not unless you want me to," he answered.

She grinned and began taking off her heels. "£500 a day, and you can get me dinner."

That Fernando was more than okay with. He picked up the phone already in his hotel room and ordered food for the both of them to the room.

While they waited for the food, Fernando let her choose a movie. As much as he wanted to make conversation, he stayed quiet, letting her grow comfortable.

Her feet were tucked beneath her legs as she watched the movie. But then she turned her attention towards Fernando. For a moment she watched him, pulling her legs up to her chest and pressed her cheek her to knee. "How does somebody afford the nicest room at The Crown Plaza and the services of a girl like me for three days?"

Fernando let out an uncomfortable laugh. "I am... a Formula One driver," he answered.

"Shut up," she called, sitting up straighter. "No way!"

"I am!" He insisted.

Grinning, she leaned back on the sofa and stretched her legs out so that they were almost touching him. "I know nothing about Formula One, but aren't you too old?"

Fernando let out a scoff. "I'm not that old," he replied with a polite grin as a knock came from the door. He stood up and opened the door, allowing the food to be brought into the room.

"Dig in," Fernando said as soon as the member of staff was out of the room.

She did just that. She ate until she was fully stuffed, not noticing that Fernando barely touched any of it.

After she had eaten her fill, she laid back on the sofa and continued to watch the movie. But she didn't last very long, not before her eyes were falling shut and a yawn was leaving her lips.

Fernando watched her. "You can take the bed, if you'd like," he said and she stood her head.

Standing, she stretched and grabbed her heels from the floor. "Can you take me home?" She asked somewhat quietly, sitting back down to pull the heels onto her feet.

"You could take the bedroom, the door has a lock," he said.

She looked towards the bedroom. It certainly looked comfier than the mattress on the floor she would be returning to.

She took him up on his offer and slept in the bedroom. The door remained locked through the night, while she slept in nothing but her underwear.

Fernando slept on the sofa. It wasn't entirely terrible, but his neck ached when he woke up.

He ordered breakfast two his room, two plates full of cooked food, a plate stacked high with toast and a collection of cereals.

By the time the food arrived, she was unlocking the door and walking out in his robe. "Good morning," Fernando called as he placed two pieces of buttered toast on the place he hadn't touched.

She sat opposite him and grabbed a glass of orange juice. "Hi," she said, crossing one leg over the other. (Fernando kept his gaze fixed firmly on her face as she did so).

He cleared his throat and slid an envelope towards her. "I want take you out for dinner tonight," he said as he took the envelope and looked inside. "Go and buy yourself some clothes. As many as you'd like."

She was silent as she counted through the bills. "You can't be serious," she said, putting the envelope of money back down. There was at least £300 in there, along with a keycard. "How do you know I won't just run off with it?"

"It's less than half of what you'll be getting paid on Sunday," he answered, pushing his half finished breakfast away. "I'm heading to the track today, I've written my number on the envelope," he said.

She pushed her eggs around in her plate. "I thought you didn't race until Sunday."

Fernando couldn't help but smile. "I thought you knew nothing about F1," he replied and she snorted. "It's practice today. Qualifying tomorrow, and then the race on Sunday," he informed her as he grabbed his jacket. "Do what you want in here, treat it like your own," he said as he walked out of the door.

She did just that. After finishing her breakfast and an extra slice of toast, she explored the only other room that she hadn't visited.

The bathroom was gorgeous, bigger than her entire apartment. The tub was huge, with enough room for at least four people. Sitting on the edge of it, she began to run the water. As it ran, she turned and looked in the mirror. For once, she actually looked well rested. She ran her hands through her hair, her gaze travelling down to the black bag of toiletries below the mirror. But she didn't look, didn't invade his privacy.

She'd never been somewhere this luxurious, she thought as she sank beneath the copious bubbles in her bath. She scrubbed her body and massaged the shampoo into her scalp.

Even when she was finished, she still just laid there, waiting for the water to grow cold, the bubbles around her to pop and for her skin to grow pruney.

It was only then that she climbed out. She took her time drying her hair, a towel wrapped around her body as she moved through the hotel room, picking up her clothes as she went.

Her hair was still somewhat damp when she left the hotel room and climbed into the elevator, humming along to the music as it took her down to the lobby.

Again as she walked through the lobby, she was stared at. Maybe it was because of the height of her heels or her lack of clothing, but she didn't care. She swayed her hips as she walked out of The Crown Plaza Hotel.

It was an area she rarely visited in her line of work. She had no idea where she was going as she strolled down the streets, looking for a clothes shop.

The first shop she found she went into. She walked around the sales racks, looking for a classy dress for her dinner with Fernando. But nothing in that shop caught her eye.

She moved onto the next one. This hate it all. Classy dresses, pretty shoes and cute purses. She took some more times looking through the racks, searching for the perfect dress.

It was black and form fitting. Skirt was long, down to her mid calf, and had a slit going up the left side. It was simply perfect. She found the perfect pair of black, open toed heels to go with it, paid, and kept going.

There was still a fair bit of money left in the envelope. And, why would Fernando give it to her if not to spend it.

She returned to the hotel maybe minutes before Fernando. When he walked in, she was holding her new clothes up to her body and swaying in front of the mirror. She clearly couldn't wait for dinner.

Fernando cleared his throat, announcing himself. She placed the dress on the bed and walked out of the bedroom, heading towards Fernando. "Hi," she said, stopping in front of him.

"You went shopping, then?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Got a dress for tonight as well as a couple of other things. I hope that was okay."

Fernando couldn't stop himself from smirking. But he couldn't think of her, wouldn't think of her like that while she was on his dime.

"Well, go and get ready," he said and she turned, returned to the bedroom.

Fernando followed her. As she dug around in one of the shopping bags for the makeup she had bought.

As she ran off to the bathroom to do her makeup, Fernando got dressed into a white shirt and a pair of jeans. She did her makeup in a new style, a prettier, softer smile. One that didn't automatically give her 'fuck me' eyes.

As Fernando waited on the sofa, she ran from the bathroom to the bedroom to get dressed. She pulled her shoes on and did them up before stepping into her dress and pulling it up over her body.

As soon as she pulled the straps up, she walked out of the bedroom and over to where Fernando was sitting. "Zip me up?" She asked as she turned around and pulled her hair out of the way of the zipper.

Fernando's breath hitched as he brushed away the hair she hadn't been able to gather up. His fingers were soft against her skin as he pulled the zip up and let her hair full back in place.

He took her out for dinner. Her arm was linked through his as he walked her through the lobby to his car. The car that she hadn't quite gotten a good look at the night before.

It really was something. Some sort of McLaren, she didn't know which. But it was gorgeous. Fernando opened the door for her and she carefully slid in, holding her dress in place.

Fernando drove, playing his music as he took her to their destination. Again, it was a restaurant she had never been to. One a couple of the few dates she had been on took her out to eat, but it was never anywhere like this.

"Are you sure you're okay being seen somewhere this fancy with someone like... me?" She asked as Fernando pulled up outside. Each dish was going to be a minimum of £25 each.

Fernando looked at her, really looked at her. "I don't know," he answered, placing his hand onto her knee. She didn't have a problem with it, but as soon as he put it there, he withdrew it. "But I want to know."

Taking her arm once again, he took her into the restaurant.

Fernando let her order whatever she wanted. While they waited for food, they spoke. He asked about her life and she asked about his. When Fernando asked how she got to this point in her life, she hesitated. It wasn't the easiest subject to talk about. "I haven't... uh... turned many tricks," she finally said. "My colleagues look after me. They make sure I'm picky with it. Your car looked fancy enough for them."

Fernando let out a chuckle, his hand stretching across the table towards her, revealing the tip of the tattoo on his arm. "I'm glad," he said, softly.

But she had already grabbed his wrist and pushed up his sleeve. "I had no idea you had a tattoo," she said as she traced her finger over it.

"I'll show you the one on my back after dinner," he said, unable to hide his smile.

She settled back down as their food was placed in front of them. "How long have you been in F1 for?"

"Over twenty years now," he answered and she immediately grinned.

"See," she began as she pushed her food around on her plate. It was incredibly fancy and she was craving a greasy, terrible for you, pizza. "Told you that you're old."

Again, Fernando grinned. Normally he had an issue with people calling him old, made a point to prove that he was still young, that he still had fight in him, but with her he didn't mind. "Won the championship in 2005 and 2006."

"That's impressive, I think," she replied as she took a bite of her food.

"It is."

She took a bite of her food and looked around the restaurant. It was far too high brow for a girl like her. She sunk in on herself and took another bite of food. "Nando, do you wanna get out of here?"

As soon as she said it, he was calling for the bill and having their food boxed up for them. Fernando kept her arm on his as he walked her back out to the car, the food balanced in his other hand.

Once they got to the car, she opened the door for him and Fernando slipped into his seat. "Do you want to get anything else to eat?" He asked as they drove.

"Aren't you on, like, a strict diet or something?" She asked in reply, keeping hold of the food.

Fernando shrugged his shoulders. "If you something, I'll get it."

There was only one thing she wad craving at that moment. "Pizza?"

"Of course."

They got pizza and returned to the hotel room.

Sitting on the sofa together they watched movies while eating pizza. Fernando only had some, letting her have the rest. Just like the previous night, she began falling asleep on the couch against him. Fernando moved her to the bed.

The next day, between free practice and qualifying, Fernando was Karting with Lance. It was for the Aston Martin social media, the two of them racing around the circuit.

After free practice, Fernando returned to the hotel room. "Come with me today," he said as she sat at the table, feet propped up as she ate a pastry.

"Really? You want me to be seen with me?" She asked as she let her feet drop from the table.

"I can make sure that there are no cameras on you."

He doesn't want to be seen with you, something inside of her said. But she was getting paid for this, so she went with it. "Sure, sounds fun," she said and walked into the bedroom to get dressed.

Leaving the door open, she dropped her robe and pulled the sundress she had bought the day before onto her body. He better have seen her, she thought as she pulled on a pair of sandals, which she had also bought the day before.

"You look..." Fernando breathed as she stepped out of the bedroom towards him.

She held her skirt and spun. "Is it too much?"

"It's perfect," he said and offered her his arm. He walked her out of the room and out to the car. For the entire journey to the track, Fernando gave her a rundown of the team.

"Most importantly, you're going to see I'm not that bad for an old guy."

She giggled and reached over to kiss his cheek. Fernando parked up and took her hand as they climbed out.

Hand in hand they walked to the track. It seemed like everybody was waiting for them when they arrived. Before he knew it, Fernando was leaving her standing with Lance's girlfriend as he suited up and pulled his helmet.

They raced, Fernando holding the lead. He really did prove that he wasn't so bad for an old timer.

As soon as they finished filming the video, Fernando pulled off his helmet and walked over to her. "Not bad for an old timer, I'd say," he said with a grin.

"Not bad at all," she replied, holding his helmet from him.

But when Lawrence Stroll called him over, Fernando went. He left his helmet with her and joined his boss.

"Where did you find that pretty young thing," he asked as they walked.

Suddenly Fernando didn't feel comfortable answering. But he swallowed down the fear he was feeling. "She gave me directions for The Crown Plaza. And then I kept her around," he answered.

Lawrence frowned. "Is she... is she a hooker?" He asked and Fernando nodded. "Well, she can't come to the race tomorrow," he said. "It wouldn't look good for Aston Martin."

As much as Fernando didn't like the sounds of that, he understood. He said goodbye to his boss and walked back over to her. "Come on," he said, taking his helmet from her. "I think I promised to show you my back tattoo.

He did what he needed to do before leaving the track and walked her back to the car. They climbed in and, with an hour and a half before Fernando needed to be back for qualifying, he took her back to the hotel.

Things were quiet when they walked in. Fernando kept a hold of her hand as he walked her to the bedroom. As soon as he was at the bed, he pulled off his shirt and laid down on the bed, revealing his back tattoo to her.

"Wow," she gasped. She climbed onto him, sitting on his back as she traced her fingers over the lines of his tattoo. "Did it hurt?" She asked, feeling his shoulders and his muscles.

Fernando didn't know. He kept a hold of her, rolled her over while keeping her on him. One look in his eyes and she was dipping down, kissing him like it was the last time.

He spent all of the time he had before qualifying making sweet love to her. He was slow, rolling his hips against her own, eliciting soft cried of his name from her hips. Nobody had ever treated her that tenderly before. Nobody had ever made her cry out like that.

"I have to go," he whispered, his hands intertwined with hers.

She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed the back of it. "D'you think I could come with you?" She asked sweetly, innocently.

It was so difficult, but Fernando said no. He left her there while he went racing. Part of him wanted to break it off now, knowing it could never work between them, but he couldn't bring himself to.

But that day was fast approaching and his heart was already breaking.

[ilikelookingatthings]

gravity falls bonus parallels

anyone else think about how Stan might have been drawn to dipper a bit cuz he reminded him of little ford....and while we get that ford saw alot of himself in dipper (what with both being slightly overthinking paranoid nerds who like ddnd and weird supernatural stuff and gaving a birth mark that sets them apart a bit(though fkrds was more noticeable with his hands)...and the ford projected his dynamic with stan between dipper and mabel so didn't see mabel as reliable enough to try to teach as often to.

But I keep thinking......what if ford actually was seeing STAN in dipper as well?

We know despite his denial he felt a void since he didn't fight his dad on kicking Stan out that he tried to distract himself with college and vengeance to prove he didnt need that other school and his friend fiddleford and anomalies which he couldn't quite fill and that bill had taken advantage off ford's need for a deep connection and close companion because deep down ford DID miss his best friend/bro Stan.

So....while I get Ford's desire for a companion who gets it and being drawn to the similarities dipper had with himself......but I wonder if he was also drawn to dipper cuz he was subconsciously trying to fill the Stan shaped hole by his side with another little boy who didn't have glasses because the mental image of stan he has doesn't have glasses.

A subtle reminder that who he really wants is stan even if ge's to stubborn to see it.

And while there is the obvious parallel with how ford was given a big opptunity that fit his interests that would separate him from Stan that Stan felt worried about abs accidentally messed up cuz he didn't want to lose fore a d how dipper was offered the apprentiship and mabel torn between not wanting dipper yo resent if he missed a opportunity he would enjoy but also very much not wanting to be left behind by dipper which resulted in her messing up with blenden blanden ect ect.

And how dipper chooses hjs dynamic with Mabel over staying in gravity falls and growing with Mabel and forgivness and understanding to contrast how ford hadn't fully accepted it was accident and how sorry stan was and had let that ruined oppottunity/project separate ford from stan and stay stuck on that one point.

But lowkey from another angle and a squint dipper has parallels with stan and mabel has similarities to Ford.

Because emotions can be weird....like....stan accidentally messed up the project abd was kicked out by the dad and ford didn't fight for stan to stay so at fjrst glance you can only see Stan being the one feeling abandoned.....from from firds persoectuve stan messed up hjs project despite knowing how important it was to ford...didn't try to tell him about it before hand...so ford seed it a a betrayal or stan abandoning him first cuz they can't really go against the dad.

Like....I wonder if ford had felt hurt or abandoned by stan first and like stan chose to leave him or made it so with his actions like Mabel felt at the authority figure ford bringing up leaving mabel to dipper.

And how it makes a parallel to how due to feeling alone despite being told they'd be fine without their twin.....they were taken advantage of by someone they thought they could trust in bill/blenden blanden bill.

Where both ford and mabel kind of tried to distract themselves with their interests....Ford with his interest in studies or anomalies for example.....Mabel with Mabel land....both trying to distract themselves from things going to shit outside their bubble like how ford had been in denial about bill til more affects on fiddleford were revealed....and trying to fil that void with a cooler 'better' replacement for their twin....like dipper fresh and how bill echoes askects if sfan while being smart and flattering and always able to get into ford's head.

Where both Mabel and Ford struggled for a while to listen to dipper and stan....how the bubble gets popped but Mabel and Ford both felt bad once they finally accepted how bad Bill's plans were and their hand in making that possible even if both were tricked.

But like stan....dipper didn't guve up on Mabel and chose her just as stan never gave up on ford....

Like dipper having that talk with Mabel in the court scene is chef kiss....but I weirdly felt a echo of how dipper got through to mabel in how ford reacted to stan doubling down in his actions with the final switcharoo in how it proves how much stan cares and how any niggling thoughts that stsn hurt him on purpose out if jealous or not caring enough to not be careless was fully put to rest(even if it wasn't just for ford...Stan did that to protect the twins and everyone but still).

Mabel in trying to lie to herself and her feelings that dipper fresh could be a real replacement even thoigh you KNOW that to her dipper couldn't really be replaced like hoe ford lied to himself he didn't need Stan abd living through distractions in his weird bubble.

And both ford and mabel have dated multiple fantasy creatures and a sort of semi evil friend/ex in fiddleford and Gideon who created sort of cults and semi reformed a little to give the other a piece that could help that spread the amount of people involved.

That their brothers of dipper and stan had to help them out with. Both dipper and stan were the ones who gave mabel and ford a little extra push(NO PORTAL PUN INTENDED FOR STAN BTW) get get away from the aweful ex.

I mean yet ford was obsessed with taking bill down pre falling in portal ect but dude was still protecting the journal from being burned by stan even if it would be safer to destroy than to hide it which showed he hadn't quite left the bubble of how he told himsekf he'd be fine without stan abd would be famous and scomplished and prove everyone wrong ect.

And dippers weres a hat with a icon and so does stan.....and ford and mabel both wear sweaters....I mean the obvious similarities are still Dipper and Ford with Mabel and Stan....but it's really interesting if you tried to read things the opposite way abd search for parallels the twins share with the other twin.

Just....wanted to mention some of the stan dipper parallels and ford mabel parallels.

Any extra thoughts you guts want to add just write in a reblog or a note.

Any other parallels you guys noticed?

[porter-pumpkim]

Tpot 15 ramble

spoilers

may I just say I absolutely love that black hole wasn't effected, just, peak using the objects traits and black holes tending to not interact with time properly

Also it's so cool seeing the alternate timelines! Like how 9 could've ended up hosting instead of 2, or how income tax completely replaced firey for a bit

Also the teams getting too caught up in winning to realize they were breaking time itself, and pencil not caring sense she didn't want to face elimination again, 6 years in algebra class abd none of her old friends even wanting to talk to her anymore really messed her up, and even though I'm not a big pencil fan I absolutely LOVE hiw her character is being written! Her reaction although irrational is perfectly in character, she just wants to go back to how things were back in bfdi and bfdia, back when freesmart mattered and the team cared about her

and omg ones bullshit! She KNEW she could take twos favorite thing from them, she knew gatey couldn't deny her forever when everything she loved was at risk, AND HOLY SHIT THAT ENDING! AND TYE ALGEBRANEAN PLANET, THE HELL IS GONNA HAPPEN THERE!?

also also I love the bit at the end when snowball and grassy hug, THAT IS SNOWBALLS ADOPTED SON AND YOU CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE!

Sude note, did three look demented to anybody else? Like... bro looks like if four were somehow more unhinged

[nanaminokanojo]

BAD NEWS (part 32)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t have been more dead wrong, except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think, MAYBE you’ll be the exception…maybe not.

CHARACTERS: drummer!geto suguru x you/afab reader | gojo satoru | various jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | band au | college au | stupid pining | aged-up characters | friends to lovers (?) | smut

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon, etc. | god-awful pet names | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Contains prose and panels in between.

"This is me."

Suguru couldn't possibly think of a more frightening combination of words at the moment, watching as Ieiri took her seatbelt off, further saying her thanks to him for driving her home or something like that before turning to you.

He did ask for her help to get you alone with him, he knew that, but judging how you grudgingly entered the backseat of his car earlier, banging the door close – much to his annoyance – he knew better than to push it with you. It wasn't the first time you two would have a spat, and like your brother, you knew how to hold a goddamn grudge.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm going."

He watched as you typed away on your phone and merely waved at Ieiri without even looking up, scooting further behind his seat as if that's going to make you any less present inside his car. "Take care. Love you."

Suguru noticed how the older female slightly frowned before glancing at him as she disembarked from the car. She stood up but then bent down again at a last ditch attempt to help him.. "You can transfer to the front now."

"No, thanks." Your answer was a flat out refusal, and Suguru just shrugged, frustrated. If it was because of you or more because of himself, he couldn't tell. Having given up, Ieiri closed the door to the passenger side.

"Text me when you get in," he called after her which she returned with a wave as she walked towards her apartment complex. Once she was out of view, he twisted on his seat to look at you. "You sure you're okay there?"

"Positive."

"You can stretch your leg better here –"

You momentarily met his eyes, yours cold as you regarded him. "I'm tired. I wanna go home."

Turning away, he stepped on the gas. "Fine."

He didn't know what set you off, at least, not exactly. While he did realize his choice of a joke was crass abd stupid, and that you might have been offended by it, he didn't really expect you to react as profoundly as you did. He has said worse things to you before in the same manner and you'd usually just call him names, scrunch your nose in disgust and laugh it off.

That's how it had been before you left. It's the same reason why he was more open with his words with you. You were rather easygoing, past tense. Now, everything he did and said seemed to put you in a foul mood, and he didn't really understand the glaring distance you were putting between him and yourself which brings him back to the unknown reason behind your anger.

Actually, not fine.

Suguru may have said something stupid, but he didn't think he deserved your consequent reaction without knowing the real reason why. It couldn't possibly be just because you found his joke distasteful. You weren't like that at all as far as he knows. Then again, does he even have the right to claim that he still knows you?

Not wanting to prolong the agony any further, he swerved towards the side of the parkway, doing so without as much as a warning before making a full stop. He killed the engine and just sat there, tapping his fingers onto the steering wheel in an attempt to calm down.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a low tone from behind.

Perhaps things changed. More than he cared to admit. More than either of you were letting on. And it made his heart sink. Perhaps you have really forgotten everything – that night. Maybe it meant nothing to you. Or maybe you choose not to remember. He didn't know what was worse. But it meant a great deal to him, and you, even more, and yet, every single time he tries to get closer, it feels like you were sand slipping through his fingers. And it's all his fault.

If only –

He opened the door and got out, catching your eyes as you watched him round the car towards the back and over to the door opposite you. And then, he entered the backseat.

"Suguru, what –" Your protest died in your thoat when he said, "You wanna sit here? Let's both sit here."

You shot him a petulant look, your lower lip jutting out. It was silent for a bit, but you chose to break it. "Fine, I'll go sit in front." You turned away from him, opening the door beside you, but before you could even move, he reached for the handle, shutting it close and trapping you on the seat.

He felt you freeze up against him, your breath stilling before coming out again in a shaky exhale that fanned against the side of his neck. You were practically in his embrace if it weren't for the measly space that separated your heat from his.

And then he sighed, going limp as if in exhaustion, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. He breathed in deeply, in then slowly out, letting your smell and the faint sound of your heart thudding in your chest fill his senses. He raised his other hand, placing it at the side of your neck, his thumb gently soothing over your cheek just by your ear.

"I missed you," he whispered, and then said it again, louder. "I missed you."

He felt your hand rising towards his left shoulder, lightly pushing him back and he did as you wanted, sitting upright and distancing himself from you. However, before he could move any further, you adjusted your position and leaned against him, slumping on the leather seat with your head on his shoulder.

Suguru glanced at you, fidgeting with the hem of his black shirt. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I was being an asshole."

You glanced up at him. "You were."

"But I hate it that we're like this."

"I know. I hate it, too." You looked down, your hand slowly inching towards his before hooking your pinky finger with his. "But you really piss me off sometimes."

He chuckled quietly, moving to wrap an arm around your shoulder, his fingers landing on your other side, drumming on the side of your thigh. "I'm really sorry if I was being insensitive."

"And crass..."

"And crass," he repeated.

"And a pervert –"

"You're pushing it, kitten." He poked your cheek with his index finger, but you caught the tip between your teeth without any significant force, but he still said, "Ow," to humor you. Or more to conceal the fact that the image of his finger anywhere near your mouth was making him feel things. Inappropriate ones.

You let go. "Am I though?"

He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. "Fine." But then, he turned serious. "Y/N, may I ask you something?"

"You're already asking."

Suguru clucked his tongue, but went ahead anyway. "I know what I said is idiotic, but you usually just laugh my words off. I mean..." He sighed. "Look, I need to understand why you were so mad at me. Somehow, it feels different. Like there's something you're not telling me."

"Because something is different, Suguru," you answered without missing a beat. "I think you and I both know that." You sat straight, meeting his ochre gaze. "I am aware of what you and my brother do. He tells me everything, and you're always just part of the narrative. Satoru took great care for me to just be aware of it in his own words and just that."

"You hate it."

"Beyond what I can tell you, but it's your life and it's none of my business what you do. I already told you this. It's not that I don't care, don't get me wrong, but to be honest with you, it feels different just hearing about it compared to actually seeing it for myself."

At that, he arched a brow at you. "In what way?" he asked, quick to add, "If you don't mind me asking."

You elbowed him on the rib, making him flinch in pain. "Kitten," he whined, grimacing.

"In a traumatic way, of course! Do you think I like watching someone else choking on your dick? Asswipe!" You shivered. "Imagine what that's gonna do to me if it were Toru! I'd probably fucking gouge my eyes out. Jesus!"

Someone else, he thought, your words repeating in his head. Else. That one word made all the difference in what you were explicitly saying to what you weren't. And perhaps he was crazy, but he couldn't feel but hyper-analyze everything you were saying to him.

"So, no, Suguru. I'm not one to watch."

"Huh."

"What?"

"Okay, I get it, kitten." His brows knit together as he looked at you, considering his next words very carefully, but ending up with another apology. "I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven."

He pouted at you then. "Next time I mess up, beat me up or something, just..." He looked you straight in the eyes with such intensity that made your mouth go dry. "Please don't ignore me like that. I'll take anything else but that."

"Nobara suggested I cut your hair."

"Go ham with it."

"Dumbass. As if I can take that. I love your hair."

He smirked at you "Just my hair?"

"Shut up. I wanna go home." You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him as you awkwardly climbed your way into the front seat, making him shake his head as you moved forward.

You really shouldn't have done that.

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[littledrummerangie]

So hello hello good evening Budapest. I'm finally home, it's midnight and and and I had the best time of my life!

Many many highlights of the soundcheck and the show:

My question for soundcheck was picked fiiiirst? Hello??? It was absolutely crazy!

The VIP rep, Athena was an absolut angel, big shout out to her! I had a good talk with her after soundcheck and she was he sweetest.

The guys played Long Way Home and Out Of My Limit.

Before questions the VIP rep asked our names and I told her she can say Angie insted of my Hungarian name.

So she did introduce me "someone who her friends know as Angie", and Michael was like: "and what do people call you who you do not consider as friends?" So I had to tell him that basically anyone before age 15 knows me as my real name, and after that, when I started using the internet and didn't like my name I picked up Angie. So he said, okay, Angie.

My question was: what arw you bringing home from tour (souvenir, memory, feeling).

Ash said his mom always asks for fridge magnets and was like "fuck, Mom, no, it would need its own suitcase" and he said he likes travelling light

Luke said a qeak immune system and he stoles keycards from the hotels he sþays in and has tons

Michael said he gets lot of baby clothes and didn't know how much stuff a baby needs

Calum said he has really good memories of this tour

At thw beginning they also was talking about Buda and Pest, as mentioned by Ash in the IG story.

Other questions were about:

How they choose what they wear. Ash and Luke said they try bot to clash with the others and look ridiculous. They basically go by what Cal chooses, becauee Michael goes by him, and then the rest tries not to clash with them. Look also mentioned whatever he can paid up that he didn't do previously, and how he feels that day.

They asked about the Flatline chorus and Luke did listen to the song on his phone to figure it out... but I'm still not sure as they were also unsure lol.

They asked about the RAH orchestra and how it was a bit hard working with them because they only stayed until their time was up, and they are speaking different musical languages.

And lastly they asked about how they feel when they release a really emotional, personal song and if it's hard to do. They said of course, and how everyone has their own interpretation on songs, and sometimes it's best not to know the original thought and have your own on them.

There was also a fly trying to get into Luke's tea and Ashton kinda looked scared of it because he stood up.and took two steps backwards.

Both Charlotte Sands and AR/CO were amazing.

I was on Michael's side, 2nd row.

Ashton was wearing those silly ass chekered sunglasses for like half the show lol. But he has the biggest biceps in the world oh god.

They were cuteeeee. Michael was so precious. So happy.

We got Wrapped Around Your Finger.

They guys enjoyed Budapest, and said it was a special show because it'a in the last 3 for a long time now.

Also, there was a point where Ash said something about Calum abd I was like... boyfriends.

Michael couldn't sing Best Friends because Luke was being silly and they just started histerically laughing.

Michael remembered and made a joke about last year's KFC thing and someone had a fake/plush KFC bucket hat on and they were making fun of that.

He ended up wearing it for the beginning of Outer Space.

(Terrible photo, sorry. Didn't take much pics.)

Saw Ash at the very end on my side and he is beautiful and smiley. I love him. 🩷🫶

Tagging some peeps for story time: @kindahoping4forever @nostalgiabones @whentherosesbl00m @suchalonelysunflower

[bigurotpo]

HEY UPDATE AU time! If you guys remember the other half's redesigns with Aevis, Aero, A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮̰͎̰͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇͗ͩ̌̽̿̎̂̕N͚̘̖̻̓́A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇̕ and Aevia. I kinda gave them a color scheme of Black and White which I kinda didn't think of at first but here's a explanation for them now it's kind of like the Scarlet & Violet uniforms with White symbolizing a more focus on the terms of Truth focusing on studies involving understanding of Pokémon & Human connection with a primary focus on human understanding and needs while Black symbolized Ideal and focuses on Human relations, functions and Pokémon battling and sciences and then there's Gray or Whole that by the word itself "whole" it is a blend of the two which both Axel and Aero are a part of.

�� White/Truth: Aevia, Ariana & Crescent.

• Gray/Whole: Axel & Aero.

• Black/Ideal: Alain, A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮̰͎̰͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇͗ͩ̌̽̿̎̂̕N͚̘̖̻̓́A̟̤̖̗͈̦͔̮͐̒̇ͩ͋̃̾̇̕ & Aevis.

DESIGNs: Aight I didn't change much to the rest other than Axel cause I kinda just felt like it so here ya go dreadlocks and all with sharky teeth cause gremlin other than that the wide pants, new triple layered upper wear, goggles and the unseeable rings hanging from the strings of his jacket I gave him two golden bracelets one for each wrists and for a keystone and crystal whilst also being a callback to unbound and bound Hoopa's rings. Tell me if you hate the dreads it's okay.

Alain... How do I get into them cause the only thing I changed or added are the straps all over their body and the wraps around their chest while also giving them more of a shao lin monk type of foot wear or something I was kinda spaced out when fully designing all of them here and you can probably see it anways fun fact I was actually watching a ABD vid on DB and just thought to myself "Hm... Monkey...Monkeee- MONK!" so yeah here's a Shaolin practitioner Alain.

Okay the happy and peppy gal herself Ariana like I said whilst explaining Alain I just started to blank out designing them after Axel but I didn't need to redesign Ariana cause her design's already good. Now all I did was add a strap on her to keep balls and a dex and gave her knee pads and took away her shoes and somewhat matched it with Axel's with the circle brand.

The best girl Crescent who we don't even know the actual name of as far as I remember I again kept her as she is cause she is perfect and I was blanking out and couldn't really think of a design other than making her mirror Aevia' with a sun hat and except of just a skirt I would've gave her a dress with some flowers in the whole design but I was just blanking out so you guys tell me if I should go back and make it and probably remake Axel's if ya don't like it.

Also I have not done the IDs yet cause I needed to finish this as to finalize the designs and draw them BYE!!!

[arthurflecksgirl]

Christmas imagines with Arthur Advent calender DOOR 4 - Visiting a Christmas tree farm with Arthur

This years christmas time wasn't like all the other years. December wasn't just December. It was a mission. YOU were on a mission to give Arthur all the magic of this special time of the year he never experienced as a kid. Every day was a new challenge to make his eyes glimmer as bright as the fairy lights. It was the greatest gift of all to receive. To see his face lightening up and feel his excitement.

Today your mission was to find the most perfect tree that would make it a fun time to decorate at home while listening to Arthurs favorite holiday tunes.

"I can't belive I'm about to pick out my first tree" he said, puffing a cigarette.

"Your first tree? I thought you had some later on as a grown up?"

"Nah" Arthur shrugged "I've tried not to remind myself of the holidays. Because of.... Bad memories. So I avoided any kind of decoration.... I usually just waited for the holidays to be over. It can get quite depressing when there is no one by your side.... But.... It's all different with you now. I really want to do this with you. Create new memories. Better ones. "

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and grabbed your hand. Holding hands still felt like magic to him. The intimacy of fingers being enterwined with each other made him feel save abd sound. As if nothing could hurt him anymore with you by his side.

"I'm going to make sure to create the most joyful Christmas memories for you, Arthur"

"I know" he smiled as you both stepped through the gate and walked into a space where hundreths of trees waited to be taken home.

"Oh wow, there are so many. I don't even know where to start looking". Arthur took a look around, watching the children playing hide and seek beneath the bigger trees. Laughter filling the air. For a moment your heart broke thinking of little Arthur.

"You know.... Seeing all these children makes me happy" he said "It makes me even more excited to look forward to our own little family one day".

You stopped to look into his eyes "Really?"

Arthur touched your cheek "Oh yeah"

You grabbed him and hugged him as tight as you could before you held his big hoodie with both hands to place a kiss upon the corner of his lips.

"Your lips are cold" he whispered.

"Do you think more kissing would help to change that?"

A shy nodded from Arthur before he leaned in to kiss you softly.

Warming up your lips got suddenly interuppted by a little girl bumping into you.

"I'm sorry" she quirked before running off.

Arthur couldn't help but laugh as you walked towards the most beautiful trees imaginable. Tall, bright im color, with the perfect shape and strong branches. There were so many of them it seemed almost impossible to choose one. . "Look Arthur. Dont you think these trees are the most beautiful?...... Arthur?" You got so lost in the moment you haven't noticed Arthur got distracted by something else.

"No, we won't buy that one. Just look at how ugly it is". A mother argued with her little son whetever to choose a specific tree or not. Arthur could tell the boy was upset.

"But I really want this one, mommy"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"We won't spent money on a tree as ugly as that. Can't you see how fragile it looks? It looks too fragile to even carry decoration. And and one branch in the middle is missing! If this tree was a person it would look like a homeless guy."

You sneaked up from behind to steal another kiss from Arthur, as you noticed the serious look on his face.

"Is something wrong, sweetheart?"

"I want this one!" Arthur pointed at the sad looking tree in front of him.

"This one? Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"We can find better ones on the other side over here"

Arthur lit himself another cigarette "People treat this sad, little tree like shit. This little boy over there really wanted to have it. But I don't think his mother will give in. It's not fair. This tree deserves to be decorated as well. It might look fragile but maybe it just had been through much... ".

Arthur's words touched you deeply. He was able to see something in this sad, little tree other's couldn't. His sensitivity was truly a gift.

"Hey, excuse me? Lady?"

He stopped by the mum who called the tree ugly. "Please let your son have the tree he wants? I think it's really important to him to have that tree at home"

The woman gave Arthur a dirty look "And who are you to tell me what to buy?" She checked out Arthur's clothes. "Maybe you can't afford a real tree. But I can. So if you want an out of shape tree, why don't you buy it yourself?"

Arthur leaned over to the little boy "I'm sorry your mum can't see what we see but I promise you I will take good care of your tree, okay?"

The little boy nodded as Arthur got back to the mother "I will!"

Arthur waved at the salesman and happily bought the tree. It was small enough so Arthur could carry it under his arms.

"I can't wait for us to decorate it and give it new life. To....get rid of the old memories.... I've heard somewhere that trees have something like memory too."

"You've made the perfect choice, Arthur. The tree does deserve some love"

"It's good to take care of the weaker ones. I don't want this tree to end up as one of the forgotten".

You put your hand in Arthur's pocket to warm them up. For some reason his pockets always made you feel warmer than your own.

"And that's just another reason why I love you, Arthur"

[momo-de-avis]

Fun story. Sometime last year I started with a company that assigned random tour guiding jobs and eventually I got a gig with an australian company that did the same shit every year. Clients arrive in PT through madrid. My job was to give them a walk tour of Lisbon and Belém. This day it turned out I had a surprise: there was a second group I did not know existed, and which I had not been informed of, who needed to meet with my group at X hours in Lisbon. They had a second guide with them I didn't know who it was and had no contact with. The Tour Leader (TL), who has a cabbage for a brain, instead of giving me the tour guide's contact as I requested, called the second tour leader who put the tour guide on the phone to then speak with me through my tour leader's phone, which has to be the most complicated method imaginable. A point to note here is that the other guide was super difficult. He refused to find a solution with me because "he was not told what to do" and I eventually had to force him to accept a conclusion bc idk this fucker couldn't solve a very simple problem.

This is a bus gig. I'd never done buses before but I'd done Belém plenty of times and was pretty comfortable. All I had to do was pick up a mic and speak to them about the city. Easy.

Imagine my surprise when the absolute dork ass loser of the bus driver puts his hands on the wheel and says "tell me the way". And I'm like. What the fuck do you mean. He means it's my job apparently to instruct this professional bus driver who refuses to turn on his GPS on the exact path from butt fuck nowhere Marques de Pombal to Belém. Literally turn left, right, straight ahead.

Important detail here is that the clients are australian, so the tour is in english, but the dumbass tour leader and the even dumber driver are spanish, so I am actually switching back and forth between english and spanish during this whole ordeal (at one point I did accidentally speak spanish to the australians, yes).

Somehow we arrive in Belém without crashing the fucking bus and I do my job. I know the clients had a good time and that's all I care about.

Then we return to Lisbon. Yes I had to yet again provide the BUS driver minute by minute instructions on how exactly to return, and while doing so, I was grabbing the mic, speaking in english about the city, lowering the mic and quickly going "ahora todo recto hasta el edificio amarillo y despues a la izquierda". i have never multitasked this fucking hard in my life. We get to central lisbon, where I was instructed by TL to meet with the other group there, so the people on my bus would be dropped off.

Now, I came to learn that every month this shit happens, and yet they fuck it up every single time. Basically, the tourists are given a plan. The plan states that they are going from point A to point B. At point B they can decide if they want to go to point C. Those who don't want to are promised a ride back to the hotel, those who want to hop onto one of the buses and head over to point C. Except every time, there's no ride back to the hotel, they just leave them stranded in the middle of central lisbon.

But at the time I did not know this.

So imagine my face when I deliver my clients to second group, and out of fucking nowhere, there's this angry Australian lady who is speaking to second TL, and then she turns, spots me with fucking T1000 eyes, lifts her finger abd aggravatingly says IT'S ALL HER FAULT!

At this point I'm like. So help me god. What else is coming. Now, my TL is mushy brain but in his defence he immediately stepped forward and defended me. But meanwhile this woman is still T1000ing me and insisting everything was my fault, when I don't even know what everything is. And it's then that I hear her say "our tour guide said to us she changed the plan!"

She means the afore mentioned plan of going from A to B and then optionally going to place C. She was rightfully upset that she'd been informed she'd have a bus ride back to the hotel and now was stranded in central lisbon (their hotel was not central at all). However, their tour guide, which happens to be the difficult motherfucker I had to communicate via three different phones in the most complicated way right before starting the tour, apparently panicked and instead of doing the correct thing which was relay the lady's complaints back to the TL, he threw me under the bus, accused me of changing plans I didn't even know existed, and hoped for the best.

Mind you, I did not blame the lady. I'd be proper pissed in her place too. But that was the moment I became T1000 and looked around for this motherfucker.

And when I saw him I realised I knew who this piece of shit was.

It turns out he's a tour guide who worked for a Free Tours company whose name I wont give out but they wear yellow, which is an incredibly predatory company, and I say this with full confidence because I actually interviewed for them and it was the most pathetic job interview I've ever experienced. It's the kind of place you pay to work (free tours the guide has to pay 3-5€ per client and they rely entirely on tips, they don't have wages. Kind of like real estate but more predatory). The guides for this company have their meeting spot in the same square as we do (as do several other companies).

This was the only stupid ass who always started shit.

He once screamed at a coworker of mine because he insisted they owned the square (I'm talking about fucking Rossio). He once offered violence to another coworker of mine, I don't even know why anymore. He once tried to start shit with me too. He spoke to some of my clients who had arrived before me and when I got there he went on a fucking rampage going "WE'RE GOING TK START STEALING YOUR CLIENTS BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS LATE". I let him have it and stayed quiet. When he was done, in most dead pan tone, I just said 'mate there's 10 minutes left before the tour starts, go do your job'.

You ask anyone who regularly tours in Rossio they will know who this fucker is. He is rude, aggressive and a piece of shit.

And apparently a fucking coward too.

Instantly after that, I picked up the phone and called the company, who only called me back hours late cause lol, and told them this would never happen again. After explaining that next time I will refuse to do anything whatsoever if a bus driver ever tells me it's my job to tell the way, I explain that if I were them, I would never collaborate with this absolute piece of shit again bc this is unprofessional beyond belief.

I have since been forgotten by that company lmfao they literally stopped calling me but to be fair it was an amicable divorce bc I swore I'd never work with them again.

It's been like 7 months. I come to learn that piece of shit stayed in that shit ass company nonetheless which shows just how desperate they are. In this time that has since passed, a couple of guides who know what happened asked me what the guide's name is so they are sure to refuse work with that guy.

Turns out that list is growing lmfao there's at least 3 or 4 more guides who have since refused to work with him because he is such a piece of shit.

No idea where he is now. Haven't seen him in a while. Genuinely wonder how tf he is going to build a career in such a small field when he keeps burning every bridge.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1184: Sunset Watching with Big Sis Yang (RWBY)

5:34 p.m. The Xiaolong's Residence's Rooftop........

Oscar: (Sighs In Relief While Sitting Next to Yang on the Rooftop of her abd Ruby's House) ISo glad to finally be back home......

Yang: (Turns to Oscar with a Cheeky Grin on her Face) Getting tired of the marriage lifestyle already there, champ?~

Oscar: Yeah. Not the most insane fiasco I got dragged into, but it's up there with the others, that's for sure. (Starts Snickering a Bit) I almost felt bad for the crooks who ran the whole scheme in the first place.

Yang: (Chuckles Lightly) Don't remind me~ Our friends scarred those jerks for life back there!~

Oscar: (Casually Shrugs) Can't say I'm too surprised really. The protectiveness from each and everyone of you guys have been showing no signs of bounds these days.

Yang: (Happily Pulls Oscar into a One Armed Hug) Well, no duh!~ You know we got your kiddos back no matter what.

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) I know. We got yours too. Always. (Looks Back at the Sunset) Thanks again for bringing me up here with you, Yang. I keep forgetting how pretty and peaceful the sunset looks at times.

Yang: (Forms a Teasing Smirk) Like your future wifey?~

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes) Getting really obnoxious today, aren't we?

Yang: I'm a Big Sis, Oscar. It's what I do. (Smiles Softly) But seriously though, you don't need to thank me at all. (Look At the Sunset Herself) Rubes and I used to watch the sunset together all the time growing up. But now that we're older and she's more busy being Ruby, I'm in need of a new Sunset Buddy as of late. (Turns Back to Oscar) You're cute and just as much of a smartass as she is, so I say you fit the bill perfectly!~ (Happily Gives Oscar a Thumbs Up)

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes Again) Gee. I'm so honored.

Yang: And now sarcasm. I'm starting to actually believe Nora for once.

Oscar: Believe her on what exactly?

Yang: That Ruby's been a bad influence on you.

Oscar: Oh and like you guys are any better in the equation.

Yang: (Immediately Pouts at Oscar) Hey, say what you will about everyone else, I have been wonderful influence all around!

Oscar: I say otherwise. Remember all those pranks you had me pull with you last year?

Yang: You volunteered to help me!

Oscar: Yeah. By suckering me in with those Puppy Dog Eyes of yours.

Yang: You LOVED those Puppy Dog Eyes! Don't even try to deny it either, mister! ('Sighs Heavily') Anyways......(Went Back to Smiling Again) I'm really happy to have you out here watching it with me. Especially when I can tell that something been bothering you when we started heading back home.

Oscar: (Turns to Yang with a Bit of an Uneasy Frown) It was really that noticeable, huh?

Yang: Yeah, but that's mostly cause of my sisterly instinct managed to quickly notice that right away.

Oscar: Huh. Neat. ('Sigh') But yeah.....I'd be lying if I say nothing been troubling me since then......

Yang: (Starts Frowning) It's about Qrow, isn't it?

Oscar: (Simply Nodded) I take it Ruby already filled you in on everything?

Yang: Her and Emerald, yeah. She wasn't happy about any of that at all by the way.

Oscar: And how do you feel right now?

Yang: (Eyes Turn Red) Pissed. (Ball her Fist Up a Bit in Anger) Like I'm having a strong urge to the punch him straight to his face the next time i see him. But I'm more worried about you of anything. Hell, to tell you truth, I've always been worried about you.

Oscar: You have?

Yang: Of course. How couldn't I? You mean the world to us, Oscar, truly. (Let's Out a Sigh Before Looking Down with Sadness Now in her Eyes) I'm so sorry....

Oscar: (Genuinely A Bit Confused) What for? It's not like you're the one who punched me or called me "A Worthless Meat Shield" in front of everyone in the room.

Yang: No. But we sure as hell, aren't any better? We yelled and lash out at you, hardly ever helped console you when you were stressing yourself out about the Merge you and Oz were supposed to have, we made you feel like an outcast of the group, for God sake, we never even bothered to get on Ironwood for not inviting you to that stupid celebration party he threw for us back at Atlas!!

Oscar: Okay, I'll admit that the Atlas one gotten to me a bit more thab i hoped it wouldn't. (Frowns at Yang) But you really don't have be hard on yourself about this, Ya-

Yang: (Immediately Places her Hand on Top of Oscar's as He Looks at Him Directly Towards his Eyes) Yes, Oscar, I do. I know that you see the best in us and I am so happy that you do, but please. You can't keep making excuses for us on this any longer! Not amyore.....('Sigh') Look, either way you look at it, we......were terrible friends to you. You were practically dragged into this whole Ozpin and Salem ficaso with little to NO choice or say in the matter and yet here we were, not doing anything to help! You deserved a whole better than all the crap you had to endure in the past. ('Sniff') And.....it's all the more reason why I and.....everyone else in group, are so......so sorry, Oscar........

Oscar stares into the pain, tearful look into Yang's face for a few seconds before finally speaking.

Oscar: Hey, Yang, can I say a few things?

Yang: Yeah...(Uses her Arm to Wipe the Tears Away as Best as She Could) ('Sniff') Go right ahead, kiddo. ('Sniff')....I can take it......

Oscar: (Takes a Deep Breath) Okay, look, I don't blame any of you guys for the way you acted in the past nor do I ever think you're terrible for doing so. It was stressful, traumatic journey for each of us to get through, so it makes all the more sense as to why we let our emotions get the better of us on a few occasions. And I know! You said not to make any more excuses for you guys, but I meant every word I said and I'm sticking to it. (Looks Up at the Sunset Before Letting Out Another Sigh) But....you are right about one thing: I did felt like an outcast sometimes. Like, I was never worthy of being part of the team to begin with. I even felt like my existence and....purpose of life was just that: Being another substitute body for Oz to use until I get disposed of. They're terrible feelings to have all around.......

Oscar looks down at both of his hands before gently balling them up into fists, taking another deep breath.

Oscar: But eventually, I realized that my life has a lot more valuable and purpose than I thought, as my own person. So whenever I do feel like being stuck in the corner, I calm myself, recollect my thoughts, get myself back up, and keep doing the best I can to contribute and keep fighting to see another, in my own ordinary way. And really, I don't think I would be sitting here right now, if it weren't for any of you guys being there for me when i needed it and giving me all the confidence I need to become a better version of myself. Hell, you even went out of your way to save me from Salem once and that is something I will NEVER forget that as long as I still live and breathe. So yeah, we may not always see eye-to-eye sometimes, we may even get mad at each other and say or do things neither of us really meant to do, but all of that alone won't ever stop me from loving you guys to pieces. Because you're more than just my friends and comrades.....(Turns Back to Yang With Most Sincerest Smile He Has Ever Mustered) You're my family and I would never trade you in for any-THING!?

Before he could finslly finish his sentence, Yang immediately pulls Oscar into tight, but very loving hug.

Yang: Thank you....('Sniff') Thank you so much, Oscar. I promise, from this day forward, we are going keep doing better, make you feel more loved and appreciated. ('Sniff') So don't you dare give up on us just yet! You hear me?

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Never planning on it. (Happily Hugs Yang Back) Thank you for listening......Hm.

Yang: What's wrong now?

Oscar: Nothing. Just....realizing how right Ruby was is all. (Snuggles a Bit Onto Yang's Embrace) You really do give out the best hugs~

Yang: (Giggles Softly) You goddamn right I do!~ What kind of big sister I'd be if I didn't?~

Oscar: A boring one maybe? Which you clearly are not by the way.

Yang: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly! Which is why, starting first thing tomorrow morning, you and I are gonna be spending the whole day together. Better not have any other plans by then~

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes) Relax. I'll be free tomorrow. But what makes you wanna do it in that in the first place? You know, beside having our talk just now.

Yang: It's been a long while since we got the proper chance to hangout together, so intend to fix that from here on out, future brother-in-law~ (Playfully Winks at the Farm Boi)

Oscar: ('Sighs in Annoyance') You're never gonna let me live this down, aren't you?

Yang: As I live in breathe~ We're a family remember?

Oscar: (Smiles Softly) Yes. Yes we are. I love you, Yang.

Yang: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) I love you too, Kid. (Kiss the Top of Oscar's Head) Thank you so much for being a part of our lives~

Oscar: Thanks for being part of mines. You changed my life for the better.

Yang: Ditto.

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🪢🏈1️⃣💢🤢🐕🐭

For Rippy!

Thank uuu (heres a link to the ask game)

The emoji after 1️⃣ is a white block 4 me so thts y im skipping haha

🪢How did they bond with their parent(s)/guardian(s) in childhood? Do they still bond that way?

When she was little her mom played with her a lot, I think because Ripley has no siblings her mom felt like it was extra important to also just kinda be her buddy, though she's always enjoyed doing that anyway. Her mom also read with her a lot. And as she got older they also started watching movies together and stuff.

Her mom and her also just always have talked a lot, like even when she was a bitty baby that couldn't talk, her mom would talk a lot to her as if she could understand what she's saying lol. And as a kid her mom would listen to her talk about her day and stuff. And Ripley has always enjoyed listening to her mom's stories from when she was younger. And as she got older her mom would also share more of the less fun stories.

Especially the talking is something they still do a lot, like they can just sit and talk for hours. Sometimes they tell each other stories they've already told so many times but for some reason it doesn't matter lol.

🏈Did they pick up any hobbies or interests from their parent(s)/guardian(s)? Which ones?

They both enjoy horror novels and horror movies and stuff. In general they both just enjoy a lot of spooky stuff and have an interest in the supernatural. Ironically enough her mom's more of a vampire enjoyer while Ripley's whole Thing is werewolves lol. Even tho Ripley is an actual vampire lol.

Ripley also enjoys a lot of the music her mom likes (not th metalcore n stuff tho, her mom hates that LOL), I think they've definitely gone to a lot of concerts together, maybe they can keep doing that cuz they could travel in the dark anyway since concerts often take place in the evening.

Also the thrifting and altering clothes n stuff is something Ripley picked up from her mom (+ her mom taught her how to do all that).

1️⃣If they’re an only child, have they ever wished they had siblings?

Yea for sure, I think especially after one of her mom's friends had a baby when Ripley was still little she was like 'I want one!!' Only a few of her mom's friends had kids of their own, but I think her relationship with those kids (they all call each other cousins) also made her wish she had siblings sometimes cause she enjoyed playing with them and then was disappointed when she had to leave again. Like I think she just liked the idea of having a friend that lives with her lol. So funny cause the two sibling relationships she was most exposed to were Joy and her brothers and two of her cousins and both of them would fight with their siblings all the time lol.

I think now that she's older and especially with the vampire stuff going on she's glad she's an only child though, like it'd have complicated things even more probably.

She gets rly butthurt whenever Cas or Gabe points out that she's clearly an only child/has only child vibes tho LMAO.

💢Do they argue with their family a lot? About anything in particular?

In general they never fought much, like of course it'd happen but it never went on for long and they'd talk it out together.

I do think they have fights over like the whole move, especially because it's due to her mom getting herself fired. And Ripley is feeling very very homesick. But I do think it like helps a lot that her mom tends to just hear her out and lets her be mad and apologizes and tries 2 put herself in her shoes?

But once Ripley gets caught up in the vampire stuff they def do have a period of a loooot of fighting and just not getting along well in general. And them not properly talking it out due to Ripley being unable to really talk about what's going on and showing a lot of out of character behaviour, which worries her mom a lot. Like she can tell she's often not telling the whole truth abd stuff and it's WEIRD because usually Ripley doesn't really act so secretive? And Ripley starts avoiding her mom a lot. Not a fun period for either of them lol.

🤢What kinds of traits in other families are they jealous of, if any?

I think in general she thinks she has a Better family than other people lol. Like I think she genuinely just feels lucky with her mom, despite some of her faults. Like at least she grew up being raised by someone who Actually loves her unconditionally, is supportive of her and whom she feels really gets her. + her mom is just super cool in general.

🐕Did they have any family pets growing up? Do they have any now?

Just her dog, which they adopted when she was 9 I think? Idk I wrote it down somewhere but I forgot where lol. His name is Bram Stoker and he's a crusty little white dog.

🐭Do they consider pets to be a part of the family?

Yees for sure, she always calls her dog her little brother and she's like half serious about it honestly lol.

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I don’t know what to think of Logan and Marcia. Because I get why they’d be in to each other, why they’d marry each other and stay married. Logan has money and Marcia is composed, clever, and conniving and I think Logan would like that (so long as she didn’t attempt to usurp him). I never got the vibe that there were any real feelings involved, which is why I was so surprised that Marcia left Logan after Rhea (controversial opinion, but I don’t think Logan and Rhea were ever a thing, Rhea seems too well-adjusted for that IMO). I can get Marcia’s cattiness with Kerry, and obviously I get Logan fucking around but I never understood why it was with Kerry because she brings nothing to the table the way Marcia, Rhea, and even Caroline do.

I’m also interested in her loyalty to Logan. Part of it was that he had all the power, but Marcia’s very big on betrayal and even used the word “traitors” a few times, which made it seem more personal.

I’m curious about why Shiv dislikes her so much (but Shiv hates everyone, so…) and I’m interested in Marcia’s beef with Willa and her weird kinship with Greg. I think Marcia thinks people see her as an older Willa and resents that bc they’re on different levels but I do not get why anyone but Tom would like Greg lmao.

Logan and Rhea weren't sexually involved

and she was also clearly playing him

but I think it's clear they were still a thing

especially because being romantically involved with someone and playing them is kind of expected in this world at least to Logan, he says it about Marcia

and it's to the point that Logan doesn't know if his judgment is impaired because he's so swept up in her

which also happens with Kerry, he pushes for her to become an anchor

and it's only when he repeatedly sees how people are making fun of her audition tape that he's like OK well kill it

which is actually an interesting aspect of Logan, particularly since he can eventually admit to being worried about not thinking clearly because he's infatuated with a woman

Marcia leaves because Logan isn't discreet, everyone knows that he's infatuated with Rhea and it's even worse than with Sally-Anne, and she has a sense of dignity. It's one thing to have affairs, it's another thing to flaunt them

It's also interesting you never got the vibe that there were real feelings involved with Marcia and Logan when I thought it existed at one point because one of the most, if not the most, vulnerable scenes we see of him when he's alive is with her

yet I don't think loyalty is why she stayed, they negotiated more money and more power in the company for her in season 3 when Logan asks her not to divorce him because of the optics, they had an arrangement

In terms of Kerry, it's interesting because she kind of just shows up one episode and then her screen time grows with each season little by little and we don't have much backstory but when we see her talk to Greg we do see her have the same type of sharpness, no bullshitting attitude

while also being someone who is taking care of him, like Marcia isn't there anymore, he isn't going to rely on his kids, so not only does she sometimes act as an intermediary and a translator to the siblings,

she's doing the things Marcia used to do, like when she knows about his UTI plus she's young and ambitious and probably won't say "awesome" too much.

Shiv's dislike of Marcia comes down to power plays and control and who has more of it. Shiv likes to try and take control of situations and she's repeatedly told to stay in her lane by Logan or by Kendall,

even by Roman (though I'm thinking more of this latest episode)

and that's something she continuously navigates abd pushes back against but she's used to it coming from her brothers and her father and men but then there's Marcia -- and to Shiv, who is Marcia, really? just some other woman -- who plainly tells her that she's not in control

and that's also coupled with the access Marcia has/had to Logan that Shiv couldn't/can't get her own father

like when she wants to go see him after he comes out of the hospital and Marcia won't let her upstairs, Shiv talks to the staff and says "I'm Logan's daughter, I just wanted to thank you for all you do" as a way to establish that she's the authority and they should be taking their cues from her not Marcia

combined with the fact that unlike the old guard who will act sycophantic, Marcia expresses the contempt she has and it's specifically to Shiv about Shiv

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Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter Eight - Save Me

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner), talks of non consensual groping. she gets called a whore, choking, SA, 'missing' birth control, blood

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Worried wasn't the word Bob wanted to use. He didn't know her plans, didn't know what she was going to do. He'd desperately hoped that she'd break up with Ken, that she'd call him to help her move out. 

But it had been three days and he hadn't heard anything. He'd called and texted, but nothing, no response. Alarm bells would have been ringing if she hadn't at least been looking at his texts. 

God, he hated how much he missed. All it took was seeing her in his house, in that old Star Wars shirt one time, and he was hooked. It was a sight Bob would never get enough of. And, after not hearing from her in a week, he couldn't think of anything worse than never seeing her in his house, in his clothes, again. 

A week and a half after he'd dropped her at her apartment, a week and a half since he'd heard her soft, melodic voice calling out his name, Bob was given a distraction. A welcome distraction in the form of Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw. 

How long had it been since Bradley visited? Bob wasn't entirely sure, too caught up with other things. But, if Bradley was here, it was because Maverick was also here. 

They almost had all of the Squad back together. As much as Bob loved Jake and Natasha, Rooster and Maverick made a welcome change. Having them down at The Hard Deck while Slow Ride by Foghat, of all songs,  played brought back too many good memories, Bob could hardly grasp them all. 

They didn't even never to ask about her. It might have been one offhand comment about Bob's dating life and there he was, telling everyone about the girl he had fallen in love with. His cheeks were pink the entire time. 

It wasn't his place to detail the abuse, so he didn't. But he made it clear that Ken was an asshole, something that Phoenix and Hangman confirmed. Bradley's fighting spirit immediately came out to play. "Why don't we go jump the guy, get Baby Bob's dream girl back?"

But they all knew they couldn't. 

Until the next Saturday at The Hard Deck. Bob stared desperately at his phone as he waited for any sign of her. It had been two whole weeks since he'd last heard from her, abd he'd done nothing but mope around. It really was pathetic, wasn't it? But he couldn't help it. His dream girl seemed to be gone. 

And then Bob's phone rang. His breath hitched as her name appeared on the screen and he rushed outside to answer it. "Hey Doll," he said, holding the phone up to his ear. 

There was a noise, a noise like she wanted to say something, and then nothing. 

Muffled voices, that was all Bob could hear. He pressed his phone tighter to his ear like that would make any sort of difference. The voices muffled, but he could just about make out what was being said. "Barbie, there's still blood on the counter!" Roared a male voice. Kens voice. 

When she spoke, Bob could hear it a lot clearer. "I'm getting to it, Ken! I swear!" Her voice was hoarse, terror wrapped around her every word. 

The reply was muffled. There was so much happening in that apartment, and Bob didn't know what. It was so fuckibg terrifying.

The next sound he heard was a pained whimper. Natasha had come out to check on him, pausing and listening when she saw the look on Bob's face. Her eyes widened a the next noise, like something hitting the floor or the wall. 

Fuck, Bob couldn’t listen to this anymore. He said her name gently. "If you can hear me, lock yourself in the bathroom. I'm coming to get you."

There was no reply, the call just ending. 

Now, Bob wasn't stupid. He knew there was no way he could get in there and get her out without causing more harm. That was why he went up to Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix. "I need your help."

That was all it took to get them into Bob's truck. He drove, knuckles white against the steering wheel as he headed to her apartment. The others found out what Bob wanted them to know, what he wanted them to do. 

It was a plan of sorts, but the word plan made it sound cartoon-y. Natasha was gonna keep the car running while they somehow got into the apartment. Bob was gonna get her while Jake and Bradley dealt with Ken. They didn't know what dealing with Ken meant, but they were prepared for anything. 

When they arrived at the apartment Natasha climbed into the driver's seat and Bob, Jake and Bradley climbed out. Bob led the way. He pushed into the entryway, but then he stopped. Which one was her apartment? Fuck, he should have asked on the phone. 

But then he heard shouting, loud and clear from the apartment on the top floor. 

Bob took off running, the others behind him. He took the stairs two at a time. At the very top of the stairs, he threw his shoulder against the door. 

When they met him at the top of the stairs, Bradley and Jake joined him, forcing the door open. It didn't take long before it gave and they were bursting in. 

"What the fuck!" Came the not so familiar voice of Ken. "Get out of my apartment!" 

Bob ignored him as he looked around. "Where is she?" He asked in a low voice, one the others hadn't heard from him before. 

Ken straightened up. "Oh. It's you." 

Before he could say more, Rooster strode forward. In an instant he had Ken up against the wall, holding him by the collar of his shirt. "Where is she?" He roared, spit flying into Ken's face. 

Bob left Jake and Bradley deal with Ken as he walked through the apartment. He ignored the broken glass on the kitchen floor and continued on. 

The first room he got to was the bedroom. It was a mess, sheets everywhere, broken photo frames and a smashed up phone on the floor. Paper everywhere, filled with writing but ripped up. But no her. Swallowing the lump in hid throat, Bob continued on.

There was just one other room. Bob tried pushing on the door, but it was locked. Knocking, he called her name. "Are you in there?" 

Pressing his ear to the door, he heard a muffled sob. "I'm here," he tried, pushing at the door handle again. "I'm gonna get you out of here. Can you let me in?" 

He heard the door unlock so he pushed his way in. He was slow, giving her time to move away from the door before he threw it open. 

And there she was, knees pulled up against her chest as she sat under the sink. The tears freely fell, but she didn't bother to wipe them. Didn't even bother to look up at Bob. 

His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her. When he held his hand out towards her, she flinched away. His heart snapped in two. 

"C'mon," he said softly. She finally looked up at him. "I'm getting you out of here." 

As soon as she placed her hand in his, Bob pulled her to her feet. Immediately she was against him, holding onto him, arms thrown around his neck. "I got you," he whispered again and again and again. 

He held her against him as he walked her out of the apartment. She had nothing besides herself, but that was more than she ever thought she'd make it out with. Her hand was against his chest, feeling the way his heart was beating in his chest. 

It didn't stop the tears as he took her down the stairs. He didn't know what Hangman and Rooster were doing, just hoping they were following. And, on the stairs, she slipped. She would have fallen to her knees and all the way down if it wasn't for Bob holding her. "I got you," he kept saying as he got her to the bottom of the stairs and out to the truck. 

Bob was a gentleman. He would have helped her in no matter what. But there was no way she would have been able to do it on her own, not in that moment. 

"What now?" Natasha asked as Bradley and Jake climbed in. (Jake climbed into the back with her and Bob, but Bob kept himself between the two of them).

"Drop me back at mine," Bob said quietly. She was holding his shirt so tight, it was almost like she was never gonna let go. "I'll pick up the truck tomorrow.”

The drive back to Bob's was silent. His arm stayed around her, large hand comforting against her back. It was only a short drive, Bob kept a hold of her the entire way. 

When they pulled up, Bob helped her out. The others were silent, only exchanging looks with him as he opened the door and helped her in. 

He heard the truck pull out of the driveway, but the wasn't what he was concerned about as he sat her down. She furiously wiped at her eyes with bruised hands. Hands that Bob gently took into his own and laid them on his lap. 

"What happened?"

She looked so tired, so goddamn tired as she looked up at him. There were bruises all over her skin, lip split open. She looked terrible. But she kept her mouth shut, didn't answer him. 

He could have begged, could have demanded that she answer him, but what good would that do? Instead, he stood, walked into the kitchen, and got her something to drink. 

When he came back with a steaming hot tea and a glass of water, she was already sleeping, face pressed pressed against the arm of the sofa. Bob lifted her ever so slightly, slipped a cushion beneath her head and threw a blanket over her body. 

He left her there, sleeping on the sofa. Now, don't get me wrong, Bob would have carried her to the bed. But he'd never seen her so scared before, didn't want to do anything would would scare her more than she already was. 

He kept his door open, though. Any noise that she made had Bob in the doorway, checking on her. But she slept right through, Frodo curled up against her.

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Behind the Hockey Mask part 8

Part 7

"It's werid, it almost looks like pollen." Says Casey, looking down Donnie's microscope. Making room to let him look.

"Right, but it's definitely not any kind I've seen before." Said Donnie, thoughtful. "I wonder if it's some new plant or more likely that something growing down here has been mutated in a way that can cause hallucinations."

Casey knows he should feel relieved.

Because if Donnie's theory was correct, it meant April hadn't been taking drugs after all.

He hadn't not noticed her suffering long term because she wasn't.

But if anything he felt worse.

Because it meant if he had just been earlier, just a few minutes earlier he could have prevented all of this.

Noticed the odd plant gushing some werid pollen and pushed her out the way.

Or at the very least, known what it was and got an antidote ready by now.

His inner turmoil was interrupted by Leo who cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention.

"I know you said April was in bad shape around you, Casey. But until we know for sure what caused this, I don't feel good leaving her alone out their." Says Leo.

"We'll split into two teams, Casey and Donnie will go to the location Casey found April and investigate the area.

While me, Raph and Mikey will go look for April."

Donnie looked like he wanted to argue but seemed to realise how important his task was. And instead picked up what he thought would be necessary and threw it in a bag.

Casey also wanted to argue, he wasn't part of this team and he didn't like how easily Leo could put him into it.

But he shoved his pride down, it was for April after all.

He wanted to go after her but knew he'd just make things worse. 'That's why I asked for their help, right?' He thought.

"Here, it'll tell you where she went." Said Casey, handing Leo his phone.

"Thanks Casey, come on guys. If anyone gets into any trouble, emergency button on your T phones, press it" Said Leo, looking at his brothers expectantly.

"Fine!"

"On it!"

"Will do."

Casey snorted quietly, it was nice to see that mutant older siblings were the same as human older siblings.

The others left, leaving Casey with Donnie.

"You got what you need?" Asks Casey, Donnie's nods holding his bag. "Soo... You lead the way." Says Donnie after a few moments.

Casey internally facepalms, right... Right.

He turned heel abd started walking, Donnie following behind him. Donnie was a bit amused, he'd only seen Casey as this intimadating fighter.

Seeing him now, socially awkward in a way that rivaled Donnie put him at ease.

Casey slipped out of the tunnel, following his tag markings to where he had first found April.

Stopping and almost tripping Donnie over when he crouched down to inspect the site.

"This it?" Asks Donnie, crouching beside him and scanning the area.

Casey nods, getting his magnifying glass out and trying to locate the yellow pollen.

Donnie doing the same with his own magnifying glass. "Hmm, I'm not seeing anything. You?"

Casey didn't speak, it had been here... But where was it.

He took out a repurposed make up brush and running it over the rocks and grass.

He couldn't find it.

But how... He hadn't been long? It couldn't just vanish could it?

Where was it.

April was put there, depending on him and he couldn't even find some stupid plant.

"It's gone...it was right here, we were standing right here." Said Casey, frustrated.

"Unless... It sprayed April completely and hadn't touched the ground at all." He growled, glaring at the ground like it had personally offended him.

If they couldn't reverse this damn thing... Who knew what would happen to April.

"Casey."

Casey almost fell, he almost forgot Donnie was there. Shame filled his bones, he was supposed to be trying to work with these guys, right?

And instead Casey had turned around and started doing his own thing. And than started freaking out

'Way to go smart guy.' He thought before turning to Donnie who was looking at him, concerned.

'Didn't April say they've never met other humans or something?' Casey knew even by human standards he was something else.

He'd been reminded of that fact his whole life. He wondered what mutants thought of him.

Probably nothing good.

"Hey, it's okay. So it's not here, we know it's out here somewhere. And look here, there's a trial of roots. I reckon if we follow it we'll find the source."

Donnie put a hand on Casey's shoulder and gave him what he hoped was an encouraging smile. "I know your worried about April, but my brothers have got her I'm sure of it. They won't let anything happen to her."

Donnie himself was worried but he knew April was in good hands.

He also could see, despite how he tried to hide it that Casey was afraid. And blaming himself for what happened.

Donnie could relate, April was a very dear friend to him. He knew he'd feel terrible if this happened on his watch, hell he still felt bad.

And he knew April meant a lot to Casey too. If his actions and the she talked about him were anything to go by.

"It's easy to close the world out when your afraid but it's always best to let it in." Donnie didn't realise he said that out loud until he noticed Casey looking at him.

"... Captain Ryan?"

That... Was not the response Donnie expected.

"You watch Space Heroes?" He cringed a little at how excited he sounded. 'Way to not nerd out infront of the new guy' he thought.

But Casey gave an unexpected chuckle.

"My sister, my little sister she loves that damn show." Says Casey with a fond smile. "So does Leo, we watch it with him though. It's fun." Says Donnie.

"It is." Agrees Casey.

Who knew, who knew they'd have that in common.

"But it's true, I know your scared and I'm probably not your first choice for something like this. But we've got this." Casey was silent for a few seconds.

Before nodding.

He was losing his cool before he even began.

"You know, your right. Let's go follow these roots and find this stupid plant."

Donnie snorts "how eloquent of you Jones." Casey grins, even behind the mask Donnie just knew he was amused.

"Oh, he's got jokes, does he?"

Donnie laughed, Casey laughed too. "You're alright man."

And Donnie knew enough about humans to know Casey trusted him. He wouldn't make him regret that.

Together, the two got up and went to retrace the roots."

"So do you guys need subtitles? I mean your dad's Japanese so do you guys know Japanese?"

"Subtitles? Why would we need subtitles it's in English."

"....Let me tell you how vastly superior subbed anime is my friend."

Unfortunately, with them both so engrossed in their conversation... They didn't notice someone was watching them.

Or rather something.

(The fact its canon Casey watches and prefers subs to dubs.)

[galaxy-m1st]

Unaffected

Chapter 1: What is Happening?

My Name is Akari abd I was just seven when my parents died.

We were supposed to visit my grandparents overseas.

We had already gotten on an airplane when I had to use the restroom. My mom told me that I should've used the restroom in the airport, but let me go anyway.

After making my way to the bathroom, the unexpected happened. The floor gave way beneath my feet, and I plummeted into the luggage area where the airport staff was still busy loading the bags. Everyone around me seemed startled, but they quickly regained their composure. One of the staff members offered me a helping hand and escorted me to the airport while the others reported the incident via radio. Once we were inside the airport, I waited anxiously for my parents to arrive and take me home. Not even a minute later there was yelling and panicked screaming. The plane I was supposed to be on was on fire. I started screaming for my parents. 270 people died from the fire. My parent among them. My grandparents came to take care of me. We went back to live in my house which used to be full of happy memories; now full of sad ones. The house felt so empty without my parents.

My grandparents played a vital role in my upbringing. They showered me with love, care, and affection, and I returned their feelings tenfold. They were always there for me, providing guidance, support, and encouragement whenever I needed it. They taught me the values of honesty, hard work, and compassion, and I'm forever grateful for their influence in my life. I couldn't have asked for more loving and dedicated grandparents, and I'll always cherish the memories we shared.

I only noticed something different about me when I was eleven and on my way home from school.

As I was on my way back home, I caught sight of a man with his eyes tightly shut, shuffling towards a food stand. He picked up an apple from the stand and quickly turned away unnoticed. I knew stealing was wrong, so I decided to remind the man to pay for what he had taken. I gently tapped him, but to my surprise, he immediately tensed up and froze in his tracks.

"I think you forgot to pay for your apple mister," I said, not wanting to seem rude. The man's eyes bolted open as he just stared at me. I stared back because I didn't know what else I was supposed to do. He then quickly closed his eyes again and ran off after a few more moments of awkward staring. I then ran to an adult nearby and pointed at the man before saying "He stole an apple."

They looked in the direction I was pointing, then turned back to me and asked, 'Sweetie, there's nobody there. Are you okay?' I was the shocked one now. Why couldn't they see the man? He was almost out of sight by now, and I started to freak out. I ran back home, confused and trying to figure out how they couldn't see him. Maybe I was just seeing things.

When I got home I told my grandma the story of the apparently invisible man. She seemed shocked for a moment before she told me something that changed my whole life.

My grandma began to tell me an intriguing story about a person who possessed the extraordinary ability to locate any object they could imagine. As her tale unfolded, she revealed that this individual was known as a "negator," someone who had the power to defy the rules of our world. The man I had previously seen was also a negator, who had the unique ability to render himself invisible. However, as my grandma's story progressed, I was surprised to discover that the person she was talking about was herself. She then instructed me to hide, and despite my confusion, I retreated to the pantry and waited. After just a minute, my grandma called out to me, urging me to come out of hiding. When I emerged from the pantry, she revealed to me that I too had a negator ability.

I am the negator Unaffected and no negator's power will work on me.

[rennebright]

It's been almost a month since my grandma passed away and it all still feels so... surreal.

It's not like we hadn't seen it coming, she was 86 years old and 3 years into chemotherapy, up until they discovered the tumor she had always been a strong and working woman but the surgery coupled with the beginning of the pandemic left her with almost nothing to do on a daily basis. And I was well aware how active and energetic she was, I was by her side for these last 5 years, first working under her and then directly doing her work when the chemo had affected her to a degree she couldn't properly focus, and towards the end being by her side if she needed anything, accompanying her to the hospital almost weekly, while free, Mexican healthcare isn't exactly efficient on its patients, it was mentally and physically exhausting simply going there but she never gave up hope, her body never gave up.

So after spending a good 5th of my life always by her side, now not having to worry about her is such an oddly empty feeling, I'm glad she's resting in peace, these last few months were particularly rough, but it's empty not going downstairs anymore to see her napping, calling me over on clear nights to look at the moon, hearing about her childhood and relatives that i never even met, while I wouldn't call her a cheerful person exactly, she loved things dearly, she didn't look back in melancholy, but rather glad that whatever happened was part of her, for better or for worse, fitting for someone that lived through so much, always helped by the people around her.

I thanked her for all she did for me weeks before we even knew about the tumor, I readied myself for the day it'd happen, expected myself to cry, but I have yet to shed a single tear, it's not that it didn't affect me, clearly, but rather knowing that she lived and died as painlessly as she'd have wanted, the last conscious words we heard from her was that she wasn't in pain, that was such a relief, I simply hoped that'd carry over until her last breath.

When a doctor told us that she was in a natural comatose state and she couldn't reason or react as she'd want to anything going around her I knew it wouldn't be long, all my family did. Her siblings came together for one last goodbye, shared some words of gratitude, one last hug, and one last goodnight. I remember holding her hand abd comforting her, she'd throw her hand around, even punching me a couple times, it was clear that even if she was ready to go, her body wouldn't give up. But fittingly enough, she passed away in her sleep that night.

Funerary services went without issue, she had had the foresight to arrange all of that beforehand, so it was seamless, but once we came back home it's all felt so at peace yet eerily chaotic, she might have not left her bed for much for the last few months, but the house feels unequivocally colder.

I don't know where I was going with this, I guess I made that post asking for help back when the tumor was detected, maybe I felt the need to tell this, leave a record about her.

She turned that 6 month life expectancy into 3 years of fulfilling effort and perseverance, 86 years as a mother figure for more people than she ever realized, came to terms with mortality and how long she could stand, and yet, her body never gave up.

A picture of the last day I feel she was genuinely happy and content, new year's 2023, surrounded by her family and a night before her condition overall took a turn for the worse.