#ok gonna go look at old files now bye

[acircusfullofdemons]

misc paracosms // the ones who lived

The Ones Who Lived was the last paracosm I had before discovering MaDD. Heavily inspired by The Walking Dead Game by TellTale, it followed Echo, who was 6 when the zombie apocalypse started. There was no real "plot", just having Echo and co run around, trying to survive. Unfortunately, he died before a cure was made.

I daydreamed about this one a lot. Nearly everyone had a playlist, I drew the paras a lot, I even roleplayed them! But that ended up being my downfall, as I had to break off my friendship with my RP partner due to drama going on. It was a really bad time for me and I ended up forcing myself to scrap this paracosm in order to move on.

Every so often I think about this paracosm. About bringing it back in some way. I feel sad. They meant so much to me, and I thought that they'd forever be tainted by that experience. idk. The apocalypse does happen in Eternal Labyrinth so it's possible they're running around somewhere.

[moons-of-dewclan]

HOW TO RESET YOUR CLAN TO EARLIER MOON

(another case of 'one person asked, i deliver) ok first, you sort of can't. YOU GOTTA RESTART with a 'new' clan and transfer! SECONDLY, this may be more complicated than it needs to be bc i don't know how to do things simply. i'm trying my best tho. THIS IS HOW I'VE DONE IT. i recommend watching videos or reading up on how to 'edit files' bc this isn't exhaustive. IT REALLY HELPS IF YOU KNOW HOW TO MESS WITH THE FILES. this is SUPPLEMENTAL KNOWLEDGE FIRST!! save a backup of your clan files (The JSON FILE, AND CLAN FOLDER) in case you make a whoopsie and destroy your code. READ THIS ALL BEFORE TRYING. i'll be noting some things that are MAKE OR BREAK. literally. make ur code or break your code IN THIS EXAMPLE, i'm going back to moon 15 for Dewclan from moon 50, and I'm going to pretend there are only 4 cats- Lyre, Vanilla, Nettle and Spark. I'll refer the clan you want to set back as the 'Canon' clan, and the one you're going to be rewinding to as the 'Rewound' clan! THEN HERE WE GOOOOO FIRST, NEW CLAN. pick the same mode as the clan you're trying to 'Rewind'.

NAME IT WHATEVER. you'll change it later..

Pick those cats. i like to pick the minimum necessary. but it doesn't really matter, as you're going to more or less be copypasting your old cats into this 'Rewound' clan.

START IN THE SAME PLACE. and in the same SEASON that your Canon clan started in. I started Dewclan in Leafbare. do not choose the season that's taking place on the moon you want to rewind to. the one you STaRted on. (you're going to choose what moon you're on later in settings. this keeps the progression consistent. if you started in leafbare, but choose greenleaf for the Rewound clan, 15 moons in, you'll be on a different season than your Canon clan would be bc your starting point was different. even if i'm not explaining that well just do it i promise LAKSNNDKS)

WOW THESE AREN'T MY BABIES. ok time to kill or delete three of these suckers bc i only need four cats. BYE GUYS

also go into your settings. MAKE EVERYTHING HOW YOU WANT IT. general, role, etc. AND THEN CLICK THAT 'OPEN DATA DIRECTORY'. this is where stuff gets GOING

click here.. saves

NOW, BELOW!! the folders, it'll have a JSON file with your Rewound clan name. THIS IS IMPORTANT. there are things in here that you need to change. some require you to peek at your cats, and some don't. We'll get to it later! FOR NOW, click the folder above this that says your Rewound clan name! mine is 'DewAGAIN'

THEN YOU GOT ALL THE JUICY STUFF

CLICK CLAN CATS. AND LOOK BELLLOOOW. we're gonna transfer our beloved babies over. i recommend you copy from "name_prefix" to "favourite": false in the Canon clan (keep their ID number from this Rewound clan the same. don't replace it with their ID number from the Canon clan), then select all that info in the Rewound clan and paste it to overwrite. and then adjust what you need to. AND YOU WILL NEED TO ADJUST I HIIIGHLY recommend leaving the ID numbers and pasting Canon leader info into Rewound leader info. med cat into med cat. deputy into deputy. Rewound clan leader is ID 20? paste your Canon clan leader info info 20. keep Canon clan's number as 20.

SOME OF THESE ARE VERY IMPORTANT. 1. ID NUMBER. if your cat has any relationships, like parents or mates, you need these numbers to match those cats. ALSO if your cat has a specific role, like medicine cat, leader, mediator or deputy, their number needs to match the number designated in the CLAN JSON info shown in the next image. FOR NOW I CONTINUE. 2. IMPORTANT NUMBERS. Sparkplug (her name isn't rly sparkplug btw)'s parent is Lyrestar. Lyre's ID number is 1. if that ID number doesn't match or doesn't exist in this game, you'll get an error! Same goes for mentors and mates. at moon 15, Spark wouldn't have these. But if i transferred her from moon 50 where she did, I'll have to replace the mate/mentor/whatever will 'null', etc, shown here. make sure everything here is relevant to moon 15, and not moon 50! 3. IF your cat was dead when you copypasted, change that! Dead?? FALSE. from dead 'true'.. ... where did 4 and 5 go..- ANYWAY 6. EXPERIENCE. make sure you drop this back to where it was at that moon. lest your kit graduate to warrior bc they have 3000 experience. 7. FALLS INTO 2. do they have an apprentice in the Canon clan that they wouldn't have in the rewound clan? gET RID OF EM. (you can copypaste that portion from a cat without an apprentice or just rewrite it as 'null', but sometimes i type things wrong and get errors so.. i copypaste. just make sure you're copying and pasting from the right start and end point.) IF YOUR CAT HAD AN APPRENTICE IN MOON 15, AND NOT 50.. you can either just set them as mentor and apprentice ingame manually, or write it into the code. i would do it manually tho bc i'm easily confused

NOW WE GET INTO WHERE THE CLAN JSON IS IMPORTANT.

ABOVE ARE MARKED, IMPORTANT THINGS. some will break the game if you don't do it right. SO 1. Name. You can change this later, to your Canon clan name. You need to also change the FOLDER name to match. The folder that you click to get to your 'Clan Cats' files and stuff. YOU WILL HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR CANON CLAN FOLDER NAME AND FILE NAME TO SOMETHING ELSE or it'll corrupt! 2. HERE you change to the moon you want to rewind to. I'd change mine, to 15! season changes along with the moon number automatically. 3. INSTRUCTOR. this is the cat that leads your cats to starclan. predead. dw about it, unless you've messed with the dead cat and want to change it to your old starclan guide. then change the number, to your guide's ID number. You'll see it in the Clan Cats folder! LEADER. you need to change this to your clan leader's number or the files get confused. this is why i recommend replacing Rewound leaders with leaders, deputies with deputies, etc, and not also pasting the old numbers. the numbers are already set. ALSO this is where the leader's lives are dictated! DEPUTY. same as above! MED CAT.... SAME. but also, if you have multiple, add multiple! 4. You can change these names to the Canon names. if you had more or less other clans, you can delete or add more. just make sure to have the same number of clans as 'relations' and 'temperaments'! four clans, for traits and temperaments. 5 clans, 5 traits and temperaments. FINAL PAIN IN THE ARSE is.. having to adjust relationships. bc your 'new' clan won't have established relationships. you gotta go in and adjust the values. it sucks big ass but i don't know a better way to do it snff..

QUICK TIP if you absolutely don't want romance between two unrelated cats bc it would be weird for story reasons, you can change their status in the relationships file change family: false, to family: true. the game thinks they're related and romance won't happen HAHAHAAAAA .. at least in my experience. if this is wrong i'll cry

[moonlight0934]

Shaking

Dazai prances into Chuuya’s office.

“I got a new mission, and you’re gonna hate it!”

“Wonderful, have fun with that, bye.”

“No, Chuuya, the boss wants us to work together on it.”

“Damn it. Fine, sit down, and tell me about it. I’m going to keep working on this report, but I’m still listening.”

Dazai throws himself down in the other chair, which immediately breaks, throwing him to the floor.

“Ow, why did that happen?”

“Probably because that chair was getting a bit loose, and you just threw your whole body weight into it. I was planning on getting a screwdriver, and checking the screws, but now it’s broken. So, I’m probably going to have to put new screws in entirely. Thank you.”

“Whatever, that was totally your fault, and I didn’t even break my neck, or something fun,” Dazai mutters, sulking on the floor.

“Whatever, just tell me about the mission.”

Dazai nods.

“Ok, well, we’re going to break into the Special Division for Unusual Powers’ main headquarters.”

Chuuya looks up.

“What? Why?”

“Because we’re going to be stealing a bunch of their files. In fact, we have a list. Mori wants to poach a bunch of the ability users that the government is forcing to register their powers, so he wants us to steal their files. Also, we’re supposed to make sure that there are no other copies, or digital files. Nothing about them is supposed to be left in case they do say yes.”

“Wait, didn’t you tell me that you were going to be doing something today?”

“Yeah, which is the other part that you’re going to love. I was actually going to be teaching someone today. You haven’t met him yet, but he’s going to be coming with us. His name is Akutagawa.”

“You want to bring someone else on our highly dangerous mission, which is already going to be hard enough? You know I don’t trust the idiots in this organization not to screw everything up. You don’t either, so why can’t we just put off his training?”

“Because I actually do trust him not to mess things up. He’s been training under me for a while now, and he knows what happens when he screws things up.”

Chuuya raises one eyebrow.

“Wow, you’ve been training him for a while? That’s new, but fine. If you trust him, I do too. You don’t trust anyone. So, what time are we doing this?”

“We’re leaving at eight tonight. Where do you want to meet?”

“Can you pick up the guy, and come back here? We’ll meet in the lobby.”

“Yep, we’ll be there.”

Dazai stands up, glaring at the broken chair for a minute before walking out. Chuuya sighs as he puts his head into his propped up hand. He continues his work, heading home a little earlier to get ready. Chuuya ends up waiting an extra half hour for Dazai to walk in with a literal child. He looks like he can’t be older than twelve, and he looks like Dazai just woke him up.

“Why are you late? Also, why do you have a child with you?”

“Well, it turns out that I forgot to tell Akutagawa that we were doing this, and he was asleep. Also, I got lost while going to get him.”

“This is Akutagawa? This is who you’ve been teaching? How old is he? He looks like he’s twelve!”

“He’s not twelve. Tell him how you are.”

Akutagawa avoids looking into Chuuya’s eyes.

“I’m fourteen, sir.”

His bangs hang into his face as he looks down at Chuuya’s shoes. Chuuya looks over the kid with a more critical eye this time. He’s thin, thin enough that you can count his bones. He has a small frame, and big eyes set into a small face. He’s wearing a t-shirt, loose fitting jeans, and a jacket around his waist. Nothing that could hide how small he is. All of it makes him seem younger, but now that Chuuya’s looked him over, it also looks like he could just be poorly taken care of.

“Ok, where did you get a child from, and why?”

“That’s not important. The important part is that he’s a member of the mafia, and my protege. So, we’re going to teach him how to do real missions.”

“Dear God, ok. Did he explain what we were doing?” Chuuya asks, turning back to Akutagawa.

Akutagawa shakes his head. Dazai grips Akutagawa’s arm.

“He did, but I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening. Can you please explain again?”

Chuuya glances between them.

“Yeah, sure.”

He gives Akutagawa a brief overview, but Akutagawa doesn’t look up at him even one time.

“You are being so rude, Aku. You’re not even looking at Chuuya. Doesn’t he deserve a little more respect than that?”

“It’s fine. Though you do need to keep your eyes peeled while we’re on this mission, ok?” Chuuya cuts in as quickly as he can.

Akutagawa nods quickly, and Dazai lets go of his arm.

“Put that jacket on, and we’re going to get a move on,” Dazai says, then turns to walk out.

Chuuya grabs his backpack.

“Yeah, it’s getting late, and I want to be able to get at least a little sleep tonight.”

The drive is horribly quiet with Chuuya driving, and Dazai sitting in the back with Akutagawa. Surprisingly, neither of them talk the entire drive, and Chuuya is left questioning his life choices. Eventually they get close, and have to ditch the car. Dazai turns to Akutagawa.

“Make a distraction for us, and then come meet us in the file room.”

“Have you seen the rough sketches that we have? I want to make sure that you can meet back up with us without issue,” Chuuya says.

Akutagawa shakes his head. Chuuya pulls them out of his backpack.

“Here, take those with you. I have them memorized already, and they’re not a lot of information in the first place.”

Akutagawa takes them with shaking hands, and a wide eyed look. Dazai rolls his eyes.

“You don’t need to coddle him. He’s only a year younger than we were when we started working together.” 

Chuuya ignores him, and gives Akutagawa an encouraging smile. Akutagawa looks between them, uncertainty in his eyes before he takes off. Chuuya and Dazai wait until a few of the guards walk away, then they take out the rest of them. It’s not hard to get into the building after that.

“That was the quietest distraction I’ve ever seen,” Chuuya says as they try to find the file room.

“Eh, it was ok.”

“You don’t know what he actually did,” Chuuya reminds him.

Dazai shrugs.

“Is there something that I need to know about this kid, or your relationship with him?”

“No, he’s just a grunt.”

“Just a grunt? You took on a grunt?”

“I thought he had potential. I was wrong.”

Chuuya hums as he finally opens the right door.

“Ok, this way. Grab the list that Mori gave you.”

“I don’t have that.”

“What? Why not?”

“I didn’t grab it. I didn’t even grab my backpack.”

“Do you have any idea what we’re supposed to be grabbing?”

“No, not really.”

“Dazai, how many times has your laziness ruined our missions?”

“Never, we always figure something out.”

“Sir,” Akutagawa pops up behind them, and Dazai immediately swings around.

Both of them go to hit him, but Chuuya pulls back. Dazai’s fist slams right into Akutagawa’s face. Akutagawa leans against the wall, holding his face.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that! You could have been anyone.”

“Sorry, sir. I got done with my distraction, and set up traps around the entrances to this part of the floor just in case.”

“Good job, just try not to sneak up on us next time,” Chuuya says, patting Akutagawa’s shoulder. “Now, back to the issue at hand.”

He turns back to Dazai with a raised eyebrow.

“What issue?” Akutagawa asks.

“Dazai didn’t bring his backpack, or the list.”

Akutagawa slips a piece of paper out of his back pocket, and offers it to Dazai. Dazai takes it, and opens it.

“Oh, here it is. Let’s start looking.”

“Good job.”

“He put it down when he first started talking to me, so I assumed it was important.”

They’re almost done finding the papers for every name on the list when they hear clamoring outside.

“Shit, that must be Akutagawa’s traps. We need to hurry, then figure out a way through a window.”

“We still have to wipe the computers,” Dazai reminds him.

“Damn it. I forgot about that.”

“I just finished that,” Akutagawa calls from the other side of the room where the computers are located.

It’s only a few minutes before Chuuya stuffs the last paper into his bag.

“Let’s go. I’m going down first, then I’ll either set something up to catch you two, or just do it myself.”

“I don’t need help,” Akutagawa replies, shifting from foot to foot quickly.

“Ok, then you can just follow me down. I’m going to catch Dazai then, cause it’s not worth the time to set something else up.”

Chuuya punches the window, shattering it instantly. He jumps down, and Dazai pokes his head out of the window. Chuuya gives him a thumbs up after situating himself. He jumps out, and Chuuya has no issue catching him. Chuuya puts him down, then turns back to the window, but Akutagawa is already on the ground floor.

“Come on, we have to get out of here before-” Chuuya starts, but an alarm starts blaring all around them. “We have to get out of here.”

Something blows up to their right, and the blast is enough to throw Akutagawa and Dazai off their feet.

“The alarm wasn’t for us,” Chuuya says as he pulls Dazai up.

“You think someone’s attacking them, and we’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

“Yes.”

“I completely agree. That means this place is going to be locked down, and we don’t even know who-” Dazai is cut off by another explosion, this one is from inside. It blows out the wall that they’re standing right next to.

Akutagawa blinks hard, trying to remove the spots from his vision. His hearing hasn’t fully come back yet either. Blood drips into his right eye from his bangs. He tries to wipe it away to no avail. There are armored men swarming the place, and they don’t look like government, so they must be the terrorists.

His hearing is starting to come back, and Dazai is talking to Chuuya. He can’t make out what they’re saying yet, but they’re talking very fast. Chuuya is glaring at Dazai, but they seem to argue all the time, so it doesn’t really tell Akutagawa anything about the conversation. It’s only a few minutes before Chuuya starts walking towards the armored men, who are shooting anything in sight.

Akutagawa can hear just fine now, but he still doesn’t catch what Chuuya says as he’s walking away, because he’s speaking under his breath. Akutagawa turns to Dazai, but Dazai is just watching Chuuya. Red marks crawl up Chuuya’s neck to his face, and down his arms to his hands.

Akutagawa stares with wide eyes, wondering what in the hell is happening. He starts flinging red orbs around like it’s nothing, killing everyone in sight, and destroying everything else. Dazai puts a hand on Akutagawa’s chest, and pushes him back a few feet as he also steps back.

He waits a few minutes for all of the terrorists to be dead, and all the government workers to be inside before marching up to Chuuya. He puts a hand around Chuuya’s wrist, also using it to catch Chuuya before he hits the ground. Dazai pulls Chuuya over to Akutagawa, and tosses him at Akutagawa.

“You’re going to bring him back to the car. I’ll drive.”

Chuuya is shaking like a leaf, and there’s blood dripping down his face.

“Jackass,” he mutters, still glaring at Dazai.

“Are you ok?” Akutagawa asks, realizing that his voice is shaking.

“I’m fine, kid. Let’s just get to the car, ok?”

“Ok, what was that?”

“That was Corruption.”

Akutagawa’s eyes widen again.

“I’ve heard of that.”

“I assumed you had.”

Akutagawa helps Chuuya to the car, completely silent. He gets Chuuya settled in the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat. The drive back is quiet aside from Chuuya’s soft snoring. They stop at his apartment first, and Dazai takes him inside.

Akutagawa rocks back and forth, anxiety filling his chest while Dazai’s gone. The drive back to where Akutagawa’s staying is quiet too, but Dazai follows him inside. Dazai takes him to his room, then handcuffs him to his nightstand.

“Next time, you’re not going to make me look bad. I told Chuuya that you were reliable, and he believed me. Instead of being helpful, you got knocked out by a rock. So, you’re going to stay here until I come back, then we’ll discuss your punishment for failing.”

Akutagawa nods, looking down. He feels hate well up to join the anxiety, but it’s not pointed at Dazai. It’s just for him, almost enough to choke him. He forces the tears back, even after Dazai leaves, but he can’t stop his hands from shaking.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Season Zero: The Yo-yo Crimes of Jounouchi Pt 2

OK, last we left off, we were in a different Youtube video. This one I grabbed off of 2 different videos (you’ll see their watermark in the corner change) and it makes me appreciate the quality that our other episodes have been, honestly. A little bit of compression going on in these, just to give you even more of that nostalgic feel of watching a bootleg anime from the 90′s your brother got from his weird high school friend’s Napster account.

Because this is done with subtitles on, it takes more caps to cover it. Part of why I rewrite the dialogue in these recaps is to help abridge stuff, and so consider yourself warned...there’s a lot of caps in this one. For most of you, that’s probably not much of a problem. But I’m just letting you know because...I sure wasn’t expecting it to be over 40 caps for half an episode, and I’ll probably just type less to make up for that. (Tumblr keeps Erasing All My Words anyway, so this is for the best, but that’s a tech issue I already went into in another post.)

(read more under the cut)

So, to start off, Yugioh and co. walk up to a bar like a really weird version of a bar joke and are like “do you know where we can find the yo-yo gang?” And, much like a video game npc, the bartender was like “I know EXACTLY what you’re talking about, and I heard every part of their intimate conversation. Let me give you all the details, children.”

Hey, PS, there’s an entire Wikipedia entry about the bar joke. And that is wild. Apparently the first bar joke was from Ancient Sumeria, and Wikipedia was like “Here is the Sumerian joke, but we Do Not Get it. Please don’t try to get it.”

The joke being: "A dog walked into a tavern and said, 'I can't see a thing. I'll open this one'."

Damn. I can’t believe the Sumerians were onto meme humor before we ever invented memes. They were in the Galaxy brain over there in the land before time, holy crap. Depositing their memes knowing that 7,000 years later mankind would look at the world’s first joke and be like “I don’t get it!” while all the millennials and zoomers with our MB of nonsense memes on our phones are like “No. I get it.” Good on you Sumerians, that is freakin the best joke ever made. 7000 years to get to the punch line of confusing the hell out of all us. Bless.

They promptly tell Miho that everything was resolved and that she should go to bed and she was like “Cool!” and exited stage left. Bye, I guess. Anzu also went home, but she didn’t have to be tricked into doing it, she just went the hell to bed.

(PS, I just realized that if I want to write less...I should probably not look up Wikipedia articles about the world’s first ever bar joke. But y’all, habits die so freakin hard, and I just feel like it’s very pertinent to this Yugioh recap, although I know it’s really not.)

Yuugi and Honda decide to visit the warehouse and harass Jounouchi. In the context of the show, they’re going out of their way to pull their best friend out of society’s systemic downward pull of a life of crime and most likely turning into exactly like his Father. But, the way that it’s storyboarded makes it look a lot like these kids just show up out of the corner and this gang was like “Damn it, again? OMG small children, please leave us alone!”

Honda hands over the symbolism sash, to which Jounouchi symbolically says “Nyeh.”

And Honda didn’t take it very well.

After tending to his kidneys for a little while, Honda decided to go back at it again at the Krispy Cream and do some sort of insane parkour over this completely ordinary fence.

Ah, the very first instance of real duel law where you duel over a relationship. In later seasons duel law is invoked for things like Mai’s marriage and the right to date Tea (and then just kind of forgetting you ever won the right to date Tea twice). But to think the very first time was Honda dueling for the right of Jounouchi to be part of nerd gang because Jounouchi had fallen to the dark side yo-yo gang across the street run by some 40 year old man with blue hair.

How many times is Honda gonna fight with a broom? Like are they just magnetized to his location? where are they even coming from?

Freakin janitor powers over here, put him in a Final Fantasy style RPG. I want to see what his limit break would be.

Not like it matters, because Hirotani very quickly explains why these yo-yo’s are at all a threat.

Which honestly shouldn’t be...so lethal? Seems like the weight is all you need, not really the spikes. But it’s at least stronger than Honda’s janitor stuff.

Unfortunate for Honda that he just destroyed an antique.

So with lightning reflexes, Yuugi does what he does most:

The death yo-yo ricochets back and does this little itty bitty scrape to this guy’s face and he’s real bothered by it. Although it’s like...well dude, you’re a 50 year old high schooler, I don’t think people will notice the scrape compared to everything else falling apart in your life.

And so then the Yugioh Season Zero team was like “oh shoot is it time to torture Yuugi???” and they got hella excited.

Like I thought it was just Yuugi’s class that were a bunch of disturbing criminal disasters, but I guess it’s the whole city. Like...was Yuugi’s class the good school?

I mean, it can’t be, there’s no way...

but like...is there a good school in this universe? How does anyone survive till graduation? If you so much as disgrace a yo-yo, you will get the torture treatment that I sure did expect in Yakuza games, but not so much in Yugioh, tbh.

Just a reminder: This is the third time we’ve beat up Yuugi this episode. Within the first meeting of Yuugi and Hirotani, he beat the tar out of Yuugi within eye shot of Jounouchi. So like...Jounouchi was reallllllllllllllllly lax on that deal, right? Like...he took his toot sweet time to realize “yeah this just ain’t ever gonna happen.”

And then the yo-yo wars begin.

Just like Solid Snake crawling through the radiation chamber.

Hirotani throws his Fyper-yoyo, Jounouchi intercepts with his Eireboy, and Hirotani’s completely terrible yo-yo just flies off the string again because Hirotani should have just sticked to using his fists. No wonder they wanted to recruit Jounouchi so badly, their yo-yo game is so off.

We never get a door to darkness in this episode, dipping our enemies into mind horrors. Instead, we get home-alone style traps. But, this makes sense. Not only do the show makers have to make Yuugi avoid solving problems with magic in front of Jounouchi, they also have to make it Jounouchi’s choice to leave Hirotani behind. If Yuugi did it for him in like...some sort of duel law situation...then that sort of leaves out Jounouchi’s choice in the equation.

Not like this ever really comes up in later seasons, since who even follows through with duel law and marries Mai? But like, it does feel like Season Zero calls out the later Seasons a bit in this regard. Honda got beat up because he tried to win Jounouchi back by force (or game, I guess.) That was just another form of coercion on the heels of Hirotani’s. What Jounouchi actually needed was to make his own decision to leave.

...most other anime I’d be like “I’m sure that’s just a translation error��� but not this one.

So Yuugi runs to the roof where Jounouchi will never see this.

My audible sigh reading this line about fight club roof.

These stupid gang members went into Yuugi’s native territory, not just a fight club roof, but on a warehouse? They were dead before they arrived.

This was like maybe 3 frames of animation in just rapid succession, it was pretty silly and good.

Reminder that like 4 minutes ago, Yuugi was about to get like executed on a meat hook.

Speaking of getting executed on a meathook:

Hope you like the idea of glass in your eyes, because this anime’s got it.

They chase Yuugi around, in a sequence that was done mostly to conserve frames, so you rarely saw the ground until this shot:

Lots of falling down this episode, but unlike Tea, who fell from a warehouse ceiling once and just kind of rubbed her ass after and was like “ah damn it.” these guys won’t come out of it virtually unscathed.

Also, Honda is here now:

Jumping off of his symbolic sash trapeze, he decides to do in Hirotani for good.

Hey so like...walk the dog is a fairly gentle walk that a yo-yo does slowly on the ground right?

Just pointing out how sensitive Hirotani’s fingies are.

And he...didn’t appear to be dead, so I don’t have to add to the bodycount...but it’s gonna be a real long road for recovery.

And now, with the gang back together Jounouchi is back at school knee deep in make up assignments he’ll probably completely ignore since we know that in a years time, these fools are going to be trapped on Pegasus’ island, and at that point school will be just that place you talk about when you try to remember why you’re friends with Bakura.

---hey aren’t those chairs attached to the desks?

Because...holy crap, Anzu.

Honestly this is what you see before you die, but I guess Jounouchi died off screen after the episode ended, so I don’t have to add him to the deathcount (again). RIP.

Alright! That took like...8 tries to get Tumblr to save this one, but it managed! (well...I guess “managed” isn’t the word you’d use for a typing program that takes 8 tries to save)

Next time, we’ll be back to S5, for an arc I’ve heard is kind of boring. We’ll see. If it truly is, I can condense episodes into fewer posts. Or maybe it’s a secret gem? I guess we shall see.

And if you just got here this is a link to read all the Season Zero recaps from the start:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yuugi-muto/chrono

(there’s also a link to read all the Yugioh posts we wrote from the start in chrono order but straight up, this file won’t freakin save, and I just can’t even will myself to look up that link again. It’s on the home page of this blog on the right.)

[uncensored-steve-the-platypus]

Lessons in History

Part Two: Coming Out of Retirement

Pairing: History teacher Bucky Barnes x English teacher/former SHIELD agent reader

Word count: 1,545

Warnings: Explicit Language, PTSD triggers

Beta-read by @drinkfantasy 💕💕

The tour ended at your classrooms. “So that makes us neighbors, then,” Barnes says, shoving his hands into his pockets. Glass gave you his classroom key for whatever reason, and you hand it to him. “It’s all yours,” you fake a smile. All you want is to hunker down in your classroom with the door locked and talk to nobody.

Barnes fumbles with the key and lets himself into his new room. Before he closes the door, he says, “Hey, (Y/N)? Can you show me how to work some of this stuff?”

You chuckle. “You’re such an old man.”

You hear him mumble “you have no idea…”

You have no idea what I know, you think to yourself. “Can we do this tomorrow? I’m meeting someone for dinner,” you say. He nods. “Yeah, of course.”

You sat at the bistro outside with your best friend from when you were in SHIELD. Though you were retired, and it was now SWORD, and technically she could die for giving you this information, Callie slid you the file. It was thick, with “CONFIDENTIAL” stamped on it in big red letters. “How the hell did he get this job?” You ask, flipping open the file.

Callie took a sip of water. “It’s part of his reintegration into society. The government gave him an honorary degree and gave him some basic teacher training.” You rolled your eyes. “He’s gonna get eaten alive,” you whisper. Callie looked at you. “Not exactly. That’s where you come in. They know you work there, so they consider this sort of coming out of retirement.”

You slammed the folder shut. “But I never agreed to this! I just wanted a normal civilian life! I can’t teach MY kids AND babysit a super soldier!” You exclaim. Callie sets her hands on yours, warning you to quiet down with a look. You shake your head. “I’m sorry, it just would have been nice to get a warning. Especially…” you sigh. “They DO remember he almost killed me, right?” You ask quietly. Callie nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Listen, (Y/N). I know this isn’t the ideal situation, but he HAS been pardoned by the government, and they’re doing their best—“ You cut her off. “I don’t give a fuck if the government pardoned him. I still have to forgive him, and I don’t know what it will take or how long it will take to get there.” Callie squeezed your hands. “(Y/N), I understand how you’re feeling. Unfortunately, for both of your sakes, you’re going to have to set the bitterness aside. You were a badass agent, and you’re an awesome teacher. I know you’ll be able to teach a 106-year-old dog some new tricks.” She smiled and winked. Calming down, you take a sip of water. “Okay, you’re right. I can do this. But tell me, is there anything else I will need to know?” Callie avoided eye contact as she said, “We also might’ve moved him into the apartment next to you.” Fucking fantastic, you think. I’ll never be able to escape those cold, steely blue eyes.

You manage to avoid him when you get home from having Callie dump the weight of a former HYDRA pawn on your shoulders. You can’t help, though, stealing a glance at his door as you slip inside your apartment. “If they’re gonna bring me out of retirement for this I better get paid well,” you mumble as you sink into your sofa with a glass of wine. Callie gave you his file to look through, and you’re being careful as to not spill any of the red onto the files. As you’re flipping through the various assassinations he’s committed—including John F. Kennedy—you hear a knock on your door. You hastily shove the file under the coffee table.

“Callie, I swear to God if you tell me anymore today—“ you stop mid-sentence as you see Barnes standing in front of you. “(Y/N)? You live here too?” You lean an arm against the doorframe and sigh. “Yup. Guess we’re neighbors here too, Barnes.” You try to smile, but your irritation is obvious. “Do you knock on all the strangers’ doors or just mine?” You ask. Barnes shakes his head. “No, I mean, I wanted to greet my new neighbors and introduce myself. I suppose that’s a second introduction for us, then.” He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing his left hand on the back of his neck. “I suppose so,” you respond with a straight face. Barnes shoves his hands into his pockets. “Well, it seems like I caught you at a bad time, so I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).” “Bye, James,” you respond, quickly shutting the door so he can’t see the tears welling up. You lean on the door. He probably thinks I’m a bitch, but I can’t get hurt—or almost killed again, you think to yourself, sniffling. You still had the nightmares every once in a while, and you figured he would be in them again tonight.

You don’t realize he was standing outside your door still, trying to decide if he should check on you or leave you alone. He can still hear you sniffle as he returns to his apartment.

You’re tossing and turning that night, the feeling of the metal hand around your throat taking over your nightmare. You jolt awake, sweat covering your body. You check the time. 3:17. “Fuuuuuck” you groan, burying your face into your pillow. You try to fall asleep again, but every time you do, the nightmare picks up right where it leaves off, giving you no rest. After an hour and a half, you give up and start a cup of coffee. You rake your fingers through your disheveled hair. “Definitely not looking forward to professional development today,” you mumble to your empty apartment. Today you were going to have to play nice again, and teach grandpa Barnes how to work technology so that nobody suspects his true age. You chuckle despite yourself and say to nobody, “I wonder how he’s gonna handle the part in the history book where JFK was killed…”

You avoid Barnes for about half the day, but after lunch he asks, “(Y/N), can you show me how to work this stuff now?” You nod, putting down your seating chart you’d been working on to follow him into his room. Your blood pressure jumped as soon as he shut the door. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod. “Yeah. Fine.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you as he settles into his chair. “Alright, so where do you want to start?” He shrugs. “How about hooking up this monitor to the other monitor and both of those to the projector.” His eyes grew wide. “The what?” You point to the projector. “That thing to these things.” You gesture to the monitors. You show him where things plug into each other and make him label the cords with masking tape. “I can’t come rescue you every time something gets unplugged,” you explain. He chuckles. “Thanks, (Y/N). You’re surprisingly patient with me, seeing as most people know how to work this shit.”

He looks up into your eyes. “You know… you look very familiar,” he says. You turn with a start, tucking some hair behind your ear nervously. “N-n-no, you’ve never met me before yesterday.” Seeing you shrink from him gives it away. “Wait, let me see your eyes again.” Though it’s the last thing you want to do, you turn around and look him in the eyes again. He feels a dull ache in his vibranium arm, and vaguely remembers getting clapped in the back of the head. “Oh my God,” his eyes widen in realization. “I-I-I’m sorry…” He hangs his head, tears forming in his eyes.

You almost feel bad for him. You watch him as he clenches and unclenches a fist. “Sorry for almost killing me?!” You exclaim. “Sorry doesn’t quite cut it.” You cross your arms.“You used to work for SHIELD, didn’t you?” You nod. “I remember now. I’m so sorry. You know I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore. I’m trying my best to lead a normal life.” Actual tears are forming now, which you didn’t know was possible from the man who assassinated dozens over the last few decades. You’re not sure how to handle it. Despite everything in your body telling you to leave the room, you’re frozen to the tile. You say nothing and take a sudden interest in a speck on the floor.

He wipes his eyes, a bit hurt that you show no signs of forgiveness. He looks back at the equipment in front of him. “Ok, so this cord goes into this port,” he states, as if he hasn’t just broken down in front of you. And then this remote controls the projector.” You nod. “You’ll really ever only need the power button and maybe the volume buttons.” “Okay,” he says. He looks at you and smiles awkwardly, his eyes still a bit puffy from the tears. “Thanks, (Y/N). Now I can be 106 without looking like I’m 106.” You chuckle. “Don’t worry,” you say. “Nobody will be able to guess that you were around before the television.”

Part 3

[bangtanger]

CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks​ @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm 

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020 

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of 

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol  1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part 

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes 

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀  a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it 

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀  a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀  a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s 

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks  T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns  I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T 

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL 

❀  some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

[princessjungeun]

Falling For You: Dami x Reader

Request: Can I request a Dreamcatcher scenario for Dami, where y/n is a member of another girl group and is known to have a crush on Dami, so one day at an award show her members find Dami and bring her to y/n which results in y/n blushing and stuttering like crazy but little did her members know that Dami actually liked her back and ends up asking her out. Thank you I hope I explained ok, your work is really good.

Y/N is in a made up group

Award show season was in full swing and your group had been invited to the Golden Disk Awards. This was one of the biggest music shows you could be invited to. Your group was still fairly new, only having debuted 18 months ago. Despite this the 7 of you have broke more records than any other group in the entire industry.

The seven of you sat in the van, talking amongst yourselves. “So are you excited? I cant believe Im gonna see Twice and IZ*ONE in the same place!!” Your maknae, Jian, bounced up and down excitedly.

From the front of the van one of your other members shouted “I BET Y/N IS EXCITED THAT DREAMCATCHER WILL BE THERE! ARENT YOU Y/N?” Sending a glare her way you responded “I’m not just excited to see them, Loona will be there too...plus IDLE.”

“Yeah but you loveeeeee Dami. It’s always “she’s so hot” “can i marry her!”Jian laughed as she imitated your voice.

Pushing her on the arm you scolded “oh hush up that’s not true! And if anything you’re all over Wonyoung. Everytime you see her you’re always like “she’s so beautiful I want her number!!”

Your members continued to tease you about the huge crush you had on Dami, while you did your best to tune them out.

When you all arrived you felt the nerves set in. Although you didn’t exactly know if you were going to meet anyone, you were going to see some of your favorite idols up close.

Walking the red carpet was fine, you didn’t fall and embarrass yourself like you thought you would. The talking part of interviews were handled by the older members much to your relief as well.

However you went into a full panic when you realized your group was sitting directly next to Dreamcatcher. Your sunbaes were already in their seats when you arrived and the only way to get to your seats, was to walk past them. Like directly in front of them.

Your eyes locked on Dami as your members slowly filed through. Quickly you looked away before she was able to catch you staring. All of your members were clearly trying to stifle their laughter as they could tell by your silence that you were in fact panicking inside. Approaching JiU you smiled, trying your best not to look scared and star struck all at the same time. A small giggle left her lips and what sounded like a “cute” filled your ears as she saw the iron grip you had on Jian’s hand.

As you passed Dami you absolutely avoided all eye contact. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the way her eyes followed you until you sat down with your group. For the first hour you could feel her eyes on you.

“I have to pee...come with me at the next break please.” Jian whispered to you, her leg bouncing on the ground indicating that she’d been trying to hold off on getting up for a while.

You responded “can’t you ask one of the others....i don’t wanna walk past-”

Jian whined “please please...just come on. I can’t go alone.” At times like this you were reminded that although she was in a group full of legal adults, she was still the baby.

She puppy eyed you and just like that you gave in. After five minutes there was finally a fifteen minute break as camera crews moved around and started to get ready for the next performances.

Jian immediately got up, practically sprinting past Dreamcatcher to get to the bathroom. You sighed deeply realizing that you’d have to pass your seven idols, one of them being your crush, alone.

You just decided to rip off the bandage and walk over, knowing your leader would get upset if you let the 15 year old out of sight by herself.

Doing your best to not step on them given the small amount of space. With a smile they moved out of the way for you, Siyeon stopping you to tell you how beautiful you looked.

When you made it to the bathroom Jian was already finished and washing her hands. You decided to just go ahead and use the bathroom as well, knowing the awards show wouldn’t have another break for a while.

When you came out of the stall Jian was fixing her hair and dress making sure she looked good as you washed your hands. As you dried you hands she stepped in front of you to open the door, giggling softly to herself as she waited for you to walk out.

The two of you started walking back down the hallways towards the stairs which led back to the open arena. Just as you both turned the corner and started walking down the stairs you felt yourself trip. Jian didn’t react fast enough to catch you, but luckily someone else did.

“Are you okay?” The person holding you asked. Your eyes widened realizing who the voice belonged to before even looking up. Internally you hoped and prayed it wasn’t who you thought it would be. But the second you made eye contact, you saw it was her.

You stared at her for a moment before she nodded her head prompting you for an answer. Hoping you didn’t sound stupid you asked “I’m sorry what?” She smiled and said “I asked if you were okay.”

You tried your best to put together a sentence but all the cane out was “i’m- you know uh uh yes just- i mean...um. Yes.”

Now was when you realized not only you were still holding onto her, one arm draped over her shoulder. But she also had a hand placed on your waist, the other on the small of your back.

The two of you just stood there not saying anything, just looking at each other. Jian craned her neck down the stairwell before shouting to someone who was a few steps behind Dami.

“Yuna?! Oh my gosh let’s catch up!” Jian ran down the stairs excitedly to meet her schoolmate. The girl called back up “Y/N just hang out with Dami, I’ll see you later!” Her excited shouts snapped you out of your trance.

“I’m so sorry I’m just gonna-” You turned to leave thinking you’d embarrassed yourself enough. Dami grabbed yourself arm, “wait, come with me we have ten more minutes.”

Not wanting to be rude you smiled softly and allowed her to take your hand as she guided you back upstairs. She linked arms with you as you both wandered the empty hallways. Once you warmed up to her you found yourself less nervous, talking about whatever popped into your minds.

When the two of you returned to your seats all of your members were quick to bombard you with questions. You just smiled to yourself deciding not to tell them anything.

Occasionally you looked over in Dami’s direction, stealing glances of the girl. Sometimes you caught her staring at you, resulting in the two of you laughing at each other.

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•

The award show had just ended and cameras stopped rolling. Jian had been taken home with the other minors, as it was well past their curfew. But judging by the text messages she sent you, she met Wonyoung and got her number as she’d hoped for.

Two of your members ran off to go meet Loona and (G)I-DLE. While the rest of your members, along with you, went to talk to Dreamcatcher.

Right as you were about to talk to Dami you felt someone grab your arm and pull you back. Giving the girl an apologetic look you turned around diverting yourself attention to someone else.

One of your members, Haeun, excitedly stood in front of you, “I just met Hyunjin! She was so nice Y/N! And I met Heejin and I got Chuu’s number, she wants to be friends with me. And Vivi...she’s so pretty like I knew she was pretty but in person Y/N you have to come see the-”

Haeun stopped rambling when she noticed Dami standing behind you. Her eyes widened as she asked “oh! I’m sorry....oouuu look at you! Okay bye.” She turned you back around and pushed you a little to hard, making you stumble into Dami’s arms for the second time tonight.

“You just keep falling for me huh?” She asked with a smirk.

Standing up you tried to hide your blush “yeah...sorry about that...”

Dami placed a hand on your arm, “its okay...i’ll catch you everytime.”

Covering your hands with your face you tried to hide the fact that her comment made you smile like an idiot. “Just remind me I owe you next time you see me, hmm?”

She responded “I know how you can repay me....”

Her hand dropped down so she was now holding yours, her thumb grazing the top of your knuckles.

A blush creeped onto your face as you raised an eyebrow in response.

“I want your number.” She stepped closer to you so only you could hear her next words, “and I want to take you out. Sound good?”

All you could do was nod before putting your contact into her phone. She glanced at the screen before laughing to herself at your contact Y/N 🎀✨

“Dami we have to go.” JiU called for her, waving for her to come over to the rest of her members.

She looked back at you and said with a smile “I’ll text you later, see you around cutie.”

The second she left, you slowly turned back to face your members who were all stunned. Haeun asked “how’d you even- you couldn’t even talk to her at the beginning of the night! How?!”

You smiled at the realization and said “I just kinda fell for her.”

[cantcomeupwithacreativename]

The Experiment Chapter 6

"Will F/L/N Y/N please report to the office?"

I ignore the 'ooooohhhhh she in trouubllleee's' and head down.

"We've decided to transfer you to 1 A. One of our previous students decided the hero course is not for him, and someone from general studies is going in, however, Aizawa refuses to re-teach the new kid what he's already taught the others, so we need to transfer someone from 1 B in, and since you were already being considered, you're the perfect candidate." The little rat grins at me. Who the hell is Aizawa? I've never heard of him.

“Ok. Sounds good.” I figure there’s no point in fighting it, the alternative is expulsion. As I’m walking over to the door, the rat speaks again,

“Oh, you’ll be moving classes now, so go get your stuff. We figure the faster the transition, the smoother." What am I supposed to do about my friends?

"Can I say bye to everyone?"

"Of course." He says a grin on his little rat face.

Great, now I have to reintroduce myself, and avoid questions, and explain my quirk all over again. One the bright side, I'll be with that Momo girl… she was super pretty. Oh, and that jackass blonde kid, and that bitchy two toned.

On my way back to my old class, I plan out what I'm going to tell Monoma. Poor kid, they don't get him like I do.

I sigh and push through the heavy door.

"Hey, what was that about?" Kendo's face is knitted with concern once she sees my expression.

"I have to transfer classes. To 1 A."

The classroom is silent. Vlad king looks disappointed. He loves all his students and had grown quite attached to them, as he did each year.

"No, you can't leave us for them!" Monoma said, betrayal flashing in his eyes. "You can't leave me…" he whispers to himself. 'Not for those 1 A brats, who, like everyone else in his life, believed he couldn't be a good hero. They insulted us, called us worthless, and now they think they can take you away? His first friend he's had in a long time?'

"We can still hang out during lunch and after school and stuff Monoma, I'm not dying."

But he wasn't listening to me. He looked like he was having a flashback. 'Does she think they're better than us? Is that why she's leaving? Because I'm not good enough? But, I'm just as good as them, we got in on the same test… there's really no difference, just letters. I'll show those bastards how good we are. That will prove to her that we're the same.'

Tetsutetsu was a bit disappointed too. He enjoyed having such a tough girl in class. You fought those bullies! It wasn't a crush, per say, more of an admiration for your spirit.

2nd person

On the other hand, Pony was glad you were being transferred. Not in a rude way, no, actually quite the opposite. She remembers you fighting those jerks, and knows that if you are in class 1A, you can ride off the wave of fame from that villain attack. The more famous you are,,, the easier to become a pro.

But not that you would know this.

Back to Y/N

I wonder what these new kids will be like. They can't all be selfish jerks.

Outside of the 1A door, I hear a muffled voice say,

"A new student is being transferred in, in Mineta's place." Footsteps alert me that he, whoever he is, is approaching the door. "Come in." He says as it opens. Oh shit, it's that teacher who caught me fighting. I step through the door, which is conveniently wide, easier for my wings to get through.

"Hey, I'm F/L/N Y/N. Uh, I'm from 1B and my quirk is Raven."

"Good. Sit behind Midoriya, Midoriya raise your hand." He said, sounding sleep deprived. A green haired boy raised his hand, and I walked over there. In front of Midoriya, was the jerk. As I walked by, he scoffed and said,

"The fuck's wrong with your face." I ignored him. He didn't deserve my answer. Behind my seat was Momo. Oh good, I get someone nice. Next to me was a guy with a black bird head. He looked me in the eyes and said

"Ah, a fellow creature of darkness." He looked so dramatic as he said it, like he was a stabbed poet. He must have been talking about my wings and I didn't know what to say, so naturally, I said,

"Ok." He seemed satisfied with my answer, and he turned back to Mr Aizawa. Behind him, was the two toned jerkface who wouldn't let me sit with him. He looked at the scars on my face, his face blank, and then looked away. What a weirdo.

"Copy down these notes." Mr. Aizawa said before pulling out a yellow sleeping bag and slumping down. Wait, What?

"Yeah, he does that," says a guy with pointy bangs, "we've gotten used to it by now." I nod in acknowledgement, and look down at my paper. Fuck. Small problem. I can't read. I know my name, and how to write it, but other than that, I never learned. Kei read me the textbooks out loud, and the acceptance letter was verbal. Vlad King read the notes out loud as he said them. Oh my god. I'm in high school and I can't read. This is horrible, people will find out, I'll be kicked out of UA for being stupid. Momo tapped me on the shoulder.

"Are you ok? Is Midoriya's muttering bothering you?"

"What? Oh, no." I hadn't even noticed. As I listened closer, I realized he was saying the notes out loud as he wrote them. As I listened, I pretended to look up at the board and wrote my name over and over as I listened. Perfect.

The lunch bell rung, and the class filed out. The green haired boy, Midoriya, walked towards me, a smile on his freckled face.

"Hi! I'm Midoriya Izuku! How does your quirk work? Does it have to do with those splotches on your skin?"

"Nah, they're burns. My quirk is pretty self explanatory," I said, widening my wings for emphasis. "Oh, and I can do this," I hardened my wings and shot the blades out within seconds. His eyes went wide as they pinned his arm to a wall. A brown haired girl ran to his side.

"Deku are you ok??" She looks like she's worried enough to faint.

"You shouldn't use your quirk so recklessly!" A blue haired guy with glasses started scolding me.

"Chill out, he's fine." I said as I started to walk away. I heard a faint snort from the back, and when I turned my head I saw the blonde bastard staring me down.

"You got a problem?" I said, loudly for everyone to hear.

"Yeah, you better not be thinking you're better than me!"

"Hey man, chill out," a red haired guy grabbed his shoulder and he turned and glared, then shrugged him off a couple seconds later, but he didn't continue his speech to me. He stomped out of the room, backpack slung around one shoulder.

"Sorry about him," the red haired guy said, rubbing his neck,"he can be a little-"

"Bitchy?" I interrupted.

"Um, yeah…"

"Badass." I heard a whisper from the side of the class. When I turned my head, a yellow haired boy winked at me. The green haired boy, Deku, or whatever was gaping at me. He looks like a pushover.

On my way out, after a few other kids, I heard the yellow one talking to a pink girl. I didn't pay attention until I heard my name.

"I bet 5 dollars she'll sit at our table." The yellow one said.

"No way! She'll totally sit with Todoroki! You see those marks?" There must be an invisible person in this class, because there were floating clothes.

"I think she'll sit with Deku, he seems to like her." That pink girl said.

"I hope she sits with us, she's so manly! Though Bakugo doesn't like her…"

"Kirishima, Bakugo doesn't like anybody but himself…"

I ignored them and walked out.

I could feel a couple eyes on me as I walked into the lunchroom.

"Oh." I heard from a couple people in 1A as I sat down with Monoma, Kendo and Tetsutetsu.

"So, how's the famous class 1A. Do you have any dirt on them?"

"I don't know. They seem normal. The teacher sucks though."

"So they're not as good as everybody says?" Kendo looked disappointed in my answer.

"No. Nothing special. " I said.

"So what's the deal with my spot? Do they have a new person yet?"

"Nah, they said they're gonna wait till after the sports festival to see who can earn the spot." The silver haired boy spoke for the first time. "I'm excited to shove it to those 1A bastards."

"What's the sports festival?"

All three stared at me.

"It's a competition between classes of U.A. haven't you seen it on TV before?"

"Um, no," I said, shifting my wings uncomfortably, "I've never had the chance with all my training." Usually I'm a good liar. Strange.

We ate, and the bell rung again, signaling the end of lunch.

"Bye guys, see you later!"

After lunch, it was time for basic hero training.

"I AM HERE!" The large man yelled. It's Allmight. This would be so cool if I actually gave a fuck.

"Everybody suit up and meet me in field A!" He said as he pushed the button that sent the rack that holds the hero suits out of the wall. Everybody in this class has different quirks, so I get to see the new costumes! This is exciting!

After walking out of the locker room, I spot Deku, that girl, and a suit of armor. I walk over to them.

"Holy moly Y/N! You look amazing!" The girl says. I must've misjudged her, she seems nice.

"Thanks! You look great too!"

(Sexy)

"Though not entirely appropriate for a high school…" this came from the armor. Oh, it must be the mean one under there.

(Baggy)

"Though not flashy enough to stand out amongst the others.…" This came from the armor. Oh, it must be the mean one under there.

(Normal)

"Who's your favorite hero?" Deku asks, his eyes shining.

(Sexy)

"Midnight."

(Baggy)

"Hawks"

"Awesome! Did your costume take inspiration from hers/his? Mine is based on my favorite hero Allmight! He's so cool and I want to be just like him!"

"Yeah, it did."

"Ah, I see. Taking inspiration from your favorite hero is admirable. My costume is based off of my personal hero, Ingenium! I misjudged you! Tenya Iida!" He said while bowing.

"Yeah, I also just like wearing stuff like this." That jerk's not going to slutshame/ make anyone feel bad about their style anyone on my watch.

"Hey you! Scarface!" Both me and the boy with the split colored hair turned around.

"NO NOT YOU YOU ICY HOT BASTARD! THE NEW GIRL!"

(Sexy)

I walked over to him. I could see the yellow haired boy staring at my costume with a light blush on his face. The red haired one was quickly looking away to pretend he wasn't staring. I was honestly kind of surprised. It's probably just because there are only a few people with skimpy hero costumes. He's not actually interested. I don't have a curvy body. I'm only a(n) (A,B,C,D) I guess the fishnets and garters did their job. I don't have big hips or thighs. To be honest, I do have long legs. I stand at 5'7'' I'm eye level with Bakugo normally, but in these heels I stand about 5'9"

(Both)

I walk over to Bakugo, who's glaring at me the whole way. Once I reach him, I try to embarrass him as much as possible. If he's gonna call me scarface, I can make fun of him.

(I was thinking boots like these, but they can be whatever you want.)

https://m.ericdress.com/product-11509725.html?currency=USD&gclid=Cj0KCQjwhvf6BRCkARIsAGl1GGjf9TV6-_c2gPz3-hTjYFiEffFIIwLPzQuBk5YSN8KYq1rZnRd6WkMaAqD-EALw_wcB

(Baggy)

"Same pants!" I say, glancing down at his legs.

[Optional:Baggy]

My hero costume was sweatpants, a jacket, and a sports bra. Mind you, it was a full coverage bra, that made sure I was covered and safe. I would have worn something loose, but I couldn't for 3 reasons. 1) I needed to be able to fit my wings through the back and move them easily. 2) I couldn't wear a loose shirt while flying or it would tear off. 3) A loose shirt would be easy to grab during a fight.

I also wore sleeves to cover my arms, and weighted knuckle gloves. (gloves with hard stuff in the knuckles to make a punch hurt more)

(Sexy)

As I got to Bakugo, he said

"You better not be looking down on me bitch!" Which I thought was ironic, because I'm taller than him.

"It'd be hard not to. I'm taller than you." I lean in real close to intimidate him, but he freezes, and then as if shaking off a thought, frowns and yells,

"That's because you're in stripper heels you whore!"

"They aren't stripper heels, they're platform boots. Moron." Redhead stares wide eyed, as if he's expecting a bomb to detonate any second. I suppose in a way, it is.

"WELL HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW THAT!!! I BET YOU CANT EVEN FIGHT ME!! WEAKLING!! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!!"

"Do you want some Zoloft or something? I can get you some." I really can, Kei knows a couple dealers, having made a few runs for extra cash. She mostly cuts contact with the shady stuff though.

"NO I DON'T WANT YOUR DRUGS YOU SHADY WHORE! FIGHT ME!!!"

"Hey bro, calm down! Let's make a plan for winning and proving we're the best at UA!" The redhead said, clearly trying to diffuse the situation.

"Stay out of this shitty hair!"

"TIME FOR CLASS TO START!" A booming voice yells. "THIS WILL BE A PARTNER ACTIVITY, SO PAIR UP! REMEMBER TO CHOOSE WISELY, TO BE THE BEST HEROES, ONE MUST WORK WELL WITH OTHERS!" Ha, looks like the Bakugo kid did not like that last part.

"WHY YOU LOOKIN' AT ME?!" He yells at Allmight.

People began to pair up, Uraraka and Deku, Bakugo and Kirishima, etc. The girls were crowding the split one, and the bird boy came over to me.

"Would you like to be my fellow partner of darkness in this activity?"

"Sure," I said.

"There are 30 of these sandbags hidden around the facility as hostages. There are also 20 of Ectoplasm's copies scattered around. They won't always be near the hostages. Once down, a copy will stay down. It is not required to fight any of the clones. Attacking anybody but the clones is prohibited. The team to rescue the most sandbags wins. You have 8 minutes to make a plan with your partner. Starting… now."

“What's your name?” I said. It's probably something emo or edgy af.

“Tokoyami Fumikage.”

“Ok, what does your quirk do?”

“This is dark shadow. He fights.” he said as a black mass with yellow eyes emerges from his back.

"So, you could fight clones while I look for hostages… but then we wouldn't be able to help each other… and my quirk's not very good at fighting."

"If we both go everywhere together we'll rescue less people, separating would be more efficient...but then what if the other finds someone? Maybe someone could

"I think that we should work together. We should set up a base and we can bring the bags there." I said. He nodded.

"Everybody line up! It's time to begin!" We did

"Ready! GO! PLUS ULTRA!" He shouted and we scrambled to the door. Someone jumped in through a window, her tongue hanging out.

Once in, I found myself in a maze. There were 4 hallways to choose from. I ran down the closest one, Tokoyami in close pursuit. I turned a corner to find a wall and a sandbag on the ground. This is easy. With no villains in sight, I pick it up and the door slams shut. A person shimmers into vision, one of the clones, because he's in Ectoplasm’s costume. He pulls out a knife and makes a jab at me. Tokoyami bangs on the door, but it's metal. I can easily move out of the way, because I live on the streets, and there are homeless drunks who will stab you, so Kei taught me how to dodge, grab their wrist, break it, and slam their head into the nearest surface. Unluckily for the clone, that was an iron door. It melts and leaves a button on the ground. I push it, and it opens the door.

We run a bit more, turning and twisting through the cemented labyrinth, until we find a clone. It has a few hostages, a big one and a small one. It must symbolize a kid. This clone just pulls a knife and slits the bigger bag open, the sand pouring onto the floor. I freeze. It grabs the small bag and holds a knife to it. He must not have a quirk because he hasn't used anything yet.

[genshin-djinn]

genshin impact: how I feel so far

I’ve just finished the prologue! Here are all of my thoughts on Genshin Impact thus far presented in a very confusing and non- linear manner.

My first and most resounding opinion on this game is that it’s amazing. The graphics are insane— the lighting, the weather, clouds passing by. All of the characters have designs so ridiculous it’s hard for me to draw them and it makes me feel like the game is just flaunting the flawless animation of all these characters’ extremely convoluted designs.

places

I love the locations sO mUCH. My favorite places so far are the two major cities— Mondstadt is just so cheery and fits the vibe of the early game (by early game I mean the dvalin quest line). It’s presented as large but in a very linear manner that you learn quite quickly. It has plenty of places to buy stuff from and just genuinely feels like a cheerful, bustling, fantasy city. fantastic and I’m in love. Liyue Harbor is presented in a completely different architectural style and it’s excellent. Mondstadt makes me feel safe, Liyue Harbor makes me feel like I’m in a wild metropolitan center.

And importantly, both of these cities feel genuinely alive. All the romantic hullabaloo in Mondstadt, Yi Zhu trying to cheer up his little sister Yi Xian after their mother’s death, the mysterious locked door in Mondstadt, Anna making wishes to recover from her illness at the well and her brother going there at night to collect all the coins so he can pay for her medication.

Besides the main cities my other favorite location has been Qingce village. The walk over to it is very nice and the town has an incredible vibe with the scale- like terraced fields. And even beyond that, the town is filled with old citizens and children— showing how all of the young adults in the town have left and decided to try to find a new and more exciting life in Liyue Harbor.

I’m having a hard time thinking of something I don’t like about the locations and honestly I’m drawing a blank. I really love all the set design/ map design. I know I will never finish that “collect every geoculus and anemoculus” quest because that’s just not the kind of dedication I have to this game (unless I get really stuck at an adventure level, though.... then things are a wild card.)

adventure ranks

this is my biggest problem with Genshin Impact.

You can’t progress the main quest (which honestly I enjoy more than a lot of the side quest because of my sheer attachment to these characters and their stories, which I’ll talk more about later) until you hit a certain adventure rank. And it’s a real pain getting them. I’m the type of person who gets freaked out when fighting a level 1 ruin guard with a set of level 39 characters and an inventory full of honey chickens. I do sometimes go into this state of bloodlust when fighting hillichurls and I feel like actually seeking out their camps to return them to dust myself but then I find one of them dudes with a shield and remember that my one pyro unit is amber and uhh.... that feeling goes away real fast.

I hope that the game does what they did with adventure ranks 18-20 more often— my next quest in Liyue is locked until rank 23 (I am not looking forward to increasing my world level can I please just play on easy difficulty until forever) but I get this cool new Darknight Hero quest that I’ve been looking forward to to tide me over until I hit level 21 and can go on another bookworm date with Lisa. Yes, spacing out the main quest line is okay, but I really like having a lot of side quests in between as well so I can gain adventure ranks organically rather than specifically hunting for geo/ anemoculi.

characters

I love the characters in this game maybe as much as I love the locations in this game. Maybe more.

My favorite character is Kaeya because I am a sap for antiheroes with attitude problems. More on him later.

I’ve also become very attached to Amber. She’s just such a positive soul and she so genuinely wants to do what’s right and she’s so useful for lighting things on fire which is something I do not have any other character to do (holding out for Xiangling at level 20....). But she’s just not a great character fighting wise. She takes a while to load arrows and they aren’t super useful compared to any of the other seven characters I own. But she can light stuff on fire and I don’t have anyone else to do that so she must remain on my team for the time being.

next up is Lisa. I like Lisa. I know she’s there for the perverts who want to see anime women’s chests but I genuinely do like her. Her personality is, well, very different from all the other characters’ and I kind of like her constant over the top- ness. Her ability is useful but I switched her out for Chongyun in my team and I can’t bring myself to get rid of Aether or Kaeya yet.

I rolled Xingqiu, Beidou, and Noelle but haven’t used them much. All I know about them is “water bookworm young master whos closet good at fighting”, “pirate who stopped me from getting that fecking file folder I was trying to get”, and “maid whose voice I like in the english and Japanese version”. (Side note, I mainly use the Japanese voiceovers because I prefer them. Downside is I sometimes can’t understand a word the characters are saying but it’s worth it for the voice actors)

I also got Chongyun who seems like a nice boy. I rolled him after I started playing with Japanese voiceovers, though, so I don’t understand most of his idle dialogue. All I really know about him is that he’s super positive and he loves ice cream and that’s good enough for me

Next up is my somewhat problematic fave Kaeya. It’s morally bad that you can’t tell whether he’s lying or telling the truth but all it does is make me like him better as a character. I can 100% see why he’s paired up with Jean and Amber as the most visible characters in power in the Knights of Favonius— they all sort of fulfill different roles. I really want to see more of him in the main plot, not when he’s lying about his grandpa hiding pirate treasure. Also we know nothing about his real motivations and actual past besides “diluc’s step brother, maybe like saw diluc kill his dad or like saw diluc upset after his dad was killed wE dOnT kNow”. and I want to know.

Can’t talk about Kaeya without talkin about his bro Diluc. I can’t wait to see him in this next quest line. I really want Diluc on my team. Same with Jean. That is all.

Penultimately I’m gonna talk about my personal favorite god of freedom whose powers just got stolen, maybe god, definite good bard Venti. I really like Venti. He’s got a lot of charm and he just fits perfectly as the easygoing free god of Mondstadt. I started yelling when that signora gal nabbed him. don’t worry venti we will kill her for you

Annnnd finally here’s my opinions on Aether (I chose him to be my protagonist) and Lumine (the Princess, I think). I do kinda enjoy them. They’re a bit of the typical blank protagonist type (can be sassy, can be cruel, can be honest, can be kind) but Lumine’s dark turn is just fascinating and I want to learn more about their relationship and how it’s changed since they were separated. Where even is Lumine? What will Aether do when he learns that his entire purpose in life has been in charge of the ones who’ve been hurting his new friends? It sounds like a fascinating situation.

(also Venti refers to Lumine as Aether’s “imouto”/ little sister— does he call Aether Lumine’s “otouto”/ little brother if you chose Lumine as your protag? which twin is older? is it determined by your choice of protagonist? hmmm)

least favorite things

Besides my problems with adventure rank, I have two other main issues with Genshin Impact.

Firstly, basically all of the female characters are dressed in outfits that seem designed to show as much skin as possible.

annnd secondly it’s extremely difficult to roll five star characters (Jean, Venti, Diluc) without paying money. this is a good way for the company to make cash but it’s also kind of annoying.

wrap- up

Ok! Those are all my main thoughts for now, at the end of the prologue and before chapter 1! I’m off to play the darknight hero quest (probably gonna post some of my mishaps here too). also I want more primogems we should be able to pet dogs npcs excitement bye

[euthymiaei]

Gibbs- Out of D.C. Part 2

!Gif not mine!

Here’s part 2! I was going to make it more angsty but I decided to continue with the fluff.

Word Count: 1705

Warnings: Fluff and (?) Angst

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About six hours later, you were in L.A. and damn was it hot. You hadn't realized how hot it was because of the weather in D.C. but you assumed that it was, without a doubt, hotter than what you were used. You really hoped that Gibbs packed shorts and t-shirts for you. You grabbed your bags and went outside to hail a taxi, but a silver SUV pulled up in front of you before any taxi could even see you. "Special Agent Y/L/N?"  The window of the SUV rolled down and you saw your best friend. "Kensi!"  You exclaimed as she got out of the car and came around to hug you. "Welcome back to L.A. Y/N. Hetty was going to send Callen to pick you up but we both know that he would have gotten here by nightfall. So, I offered to pick you up instead!"  Kensi smiled at you and helped you put your bags in the car. "Alright, ready to see the new office?"  She asked as you both got in the car. "New office? What happened to the old one?"  You looked over at her curiously. "We needed more space. This one looks better anyways. I think your phone is ringing."  You took your phone out of your pocket and sure enough, it was ringing. "Y/N! Are you ok? Did you get there safely?"  Gibbs started asking you questions before you could even say hi. "Yes, I'm fine! Kensi came to pick me up from the airport."  You laughed a bit at his concern. "This isn't funny Y/N, I was really worried about you."  He sounded slightly annoyed and you felt bad. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd be so worried, that's all."  You hadn't meant for him to panic just because you didn't call to let him know that you had arrived. 'It's fine. I've gotta go, let me know if you need anything ok?"  He sounded worried suddenly. "Will do. Love you, be safe."  You hung up and put your phone back in your pocket. "So, who was that? A lover?"  Kensi asked teasingly as she pulled into the office. "I'm not telling you."  You said and she laughed. "Well, we're here. The new building. Everyone's waiting for you inside."  She led you inside and you were in awe. The new office was absolutely stunning. It was so much bigger than the old one, two floors, and it was so spacious. You could see Hetty coming towards you and you smiled. You missed your late-night conversations with her. "Y/N, it's so good to have you back."  She said as she walked towards you and shook your hand. "It's good to be back!"  You smiled at her and looked around. "I like the new look." "Yes, well, I realized that we needed more space as our team grew. Now then, I do believe we have a case to solve. Ms. Blye will take you up."  Hetty waved and you took that as your cue to go upstairs with Kensi. "Hey guys, guess who I brought with me."  Kensi said as you both walked into OPS. "Y/N, it's been so long!"  Callen said as he walked over to you and hugged you. "Way too long."  You replied as you hugged him back. "Where's Sam?"  You looked around the room and noticed that he wasn't there. "He's doing some workouts downstairs. Eric went to get him."  Callen said as Sam and Eric walked in. "Hey, Y/N!"  Sam walked over to you and hugged you while Eric pulled up the case. "Now that Y/N is here, we can start."  Eric smiled at you and you nodded. The case was a bit complicated. A German arms group had just landed in Los Angeles and they were looking for people to work with them. That's where you came in. The group had already spotted the team so none of them could go undercover. You were the only person who could go, and it helped that you spoke German. "Alright, when do I go in?"  You asked and they all looked at Callen. "I'd have to clear it with Hetty- " "You can go right now, Y/N."  Hetty cut him off as she walked into OPS. You nodded and went downstairs with Kensi to prepare. You would be lying if you said that you weren't nervous. Undercover missions can be tricky, especially when it's dealing with Russians or Germans. You grabbed your gear and let Hetty dress you up in a well-tailored suit. "Alright Y/N, you ready to go?"  Callen walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder in a comforting way. "I think so. Or rather, I hope so."  You gave him a weak smile. "You'll be fine. Hetty is letting you borrow one of her classic cars."  Callen stepped back and Hetty held the keys to one of her cars out to you. "1967 Mustang. If you damage it, you're paying for the repairs."  She sounded serious but she was smiling so you couldn't tell whether she was joking or not. "She is joking...right?"  You asked Callen after Hetty left. "Probably not. Alright, you've gotta go."  He gave you a quick hug and you went out to the back. A brilliantly restored red Mustang was waiting for you. It was probably the best car that you had ever seen. And had the privilege of driving. You got in and started the car. The engine roared and you felt so alive. You had to remind yourself not to speed because it was a standard car. You drove to the location that Eric had given you. When you got there, two men stood on both sides of your car and waited for you to get out. Once you did, they frisked you, took your gun, and led you to the group. "Amari Remington, what a pleasure to have you join us."  One of the men greeted you and you smiled at him. "Thank you, I've been looking forward to meeting you."  You stood there, unsure of what to do. "I've seen your file. Very impressive. You could have been an amazing partner."  He nodded to one of his bodyguards, signaling him to take out his gun. "If only you weren't an agent. Leave no evidence behind."  He smiled coldly at you. His guard started shooting at you so you hid behind a pillar. You didn't know how long you'd be able to hold out, especially without a gun. "Y/N, we're on our way in!"  Callen shouted as he and the others came in shooting. Apparently, the guard had some buddies who were hiding. As soon as your team came in, they came out shooting. Sam and Callen were behind the pillar opposite yours. Deeks ran over to you and handed you a gun. "You ok?"  He asked as he peeked his head out to see where the guys were. "Yeah, I am now."  You did the same on the other side. "Alright, on three, we're going to rush them. Kensi, take out the guy in the back. Ready?"  Callen called out through coms. "Ready!"  You all responded. "One...two...three!"  Like planned, you all ran out and shot the guards. Kensi took out the guy in the back, you and Deeks took out the guys on your side and Callen and Sam took out the guys on their side. Everything worked out fine. Except for one thing. "Y/N!" Callen shouted as you collapsed on the ground. You had been shot. "Hey, you're gonna be fine! Eric, I need an ambulance now!"  He shouted as he ran over to you. "Callen...call Gibbs."  You said slowly as you felt the pain get worse. Callen took your phone out from your pocket and called Gibbs. After three rings, he answered. He sounded fine as he spoke. "Y/N, you ok?"  He asked and you felt yourself start to cry. "Jethro, I'm sorry. I wasn't good enough."  You whispered into the phone and realization hit him. <I wasn't good enough> was the code you two agreed to use if you were ever dying. "No, no Y/N don't-"  His voice broke as he started crying. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Jethro."  You felt yourself losing consciousness. The ambulance arrived and you handed the phone to Callen. You didn't want to leave Gibbs. You didn't want to hurt him anymore. He was already so broken, you didn't want to break him anymore. You were taken to the ER immediately. The doctors stabilized you but they weren't confident in your recovery. Gibbs had flown to L.A. immediately after your call and was in the hospital room with you, waiting for you to wake up. He didn't want to lose you or rather, he couldn't bear to lose you. But life was unfair and he knew that all too well. It had been five months since you were shot and you still hadn't woken up. Gibbs hadn't left your side. The doctors were sure that you would be in a coma for a long time but Gibbs knew you were stronger than that. "Come on Y/N, come back to me."  He whispered as he stroked your hair. You shifted slightly and he looked at you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at him. He smiled down at you and hugged you tightly. "Thank god, I was worried you wouldn't wake up."  He whispered softly in your ear. "Come on Jethro, you know that I wouldn't leave you here by yourself."  You smiled and kissed him softly. "I know. That's one of the things I love about you." He held you in his arms and silently promised to never let anyone hurt you again. He would protect you no matter what. That was the promise he made that day. "Jethro?"  You whispered to him. "Yeah?" "Let's go home." He smiled at you and nodded. After a few days, you were allowed to leave the hospital. You stopped by the office to say bye to Kensi and everyone else. They were happy to see that you were ok. As you sat on the plane, you realized how lucky you were to have Gibbs. And he was so lucky to have you.

[sapphossidechick]

ok i’m just gonna send you a chapter a day through here if that’s alright (let me know if it’s not though and i’ll do something else) (also i apologize in advance it pains me to even look at this i’m so sorry)

Chapter One: I make an enemy of a major slime ball

I stood on the hill, peering over the rock. An imperial gold sword flew over my head and impaled itself into the centurion’s chest. He dropped like a sack of rocks. My friend, Reyna, climbed over rocks and scattered weapons towards me. She had appeared three years ago now, with the wolf goddess, Lupa. She had joined the Fifth Cohort hastily, because we had been under attack. But three years ago seems not that long ago when you’re under attack, because we were still under that same attack, and because you don’t really keep track of time while you fight.

“Jason!” Reyna yelled. “Is he gonna be okay?”

I grimaced. She was only a year younger than me, but she was too little, much too little to be in battle. I didn’t want to scare her.

“Yeah,” I told her. “He’ll be fine.”

Let me backup. I’ve been at camp almost my whole life. When I was either two or three, I was most likely abandoned by my mom. I ended up at the Wolf House, which is where most heroes go in the beginning. I met Lupa and her pack, who taught me just about everything until I was four. Then, they decided that I’d learned enough, and brought me to camp. There were many cohorts that wanted me, because I was so young, and they could shape me up to their standards. But when I’d looked around, there was one cohort that stood for me, but they weren't trying that hard. I immediately picked them. For the next couple of days afterwards, I was known as the “new loser for the fifth” by everyone because I had chosen the fifth cohort, the cohort that had lost our camp it's eagle. An eagle for a camp, or even a part of Rome, was used as a standard for a Roman legion. A fifth cohort member was the aquailifer, also known as an eagle bearer. He lost it, we believe, somewhere in Alaska, the land beyond the gods. No god could help you there. It was way too far north. By joining the fifth cohort, I had become the all time loser. But for me, joining the fifth cohort was a lucky break for them, because I thought I was gonna earn back their reputation. Yeah, I know. For a four year old, my head was pretty big.

Anyways, a yell told me the enemy was getting closer. Reyna wiped her face, picked up her sword, and charged.

“Reyna, no!” I yelled, but it was too late.

She had charged, head on, a huge giant. She cut the giant’s leg. It roared and swiped at her face. She dodged it's hand and slashed it off. The giant stumbled backwards and fell over with a loud bang. She repeatedly stabbed and slashed it and just downright took on the giant by herself. When she was done, she came back, huffing and puffing.

“I-I’m tired…” she told me. Then she proceeded to faint.

I caught her and took her into one of the caves nearby. The children/descendants of Apollo who weren’t fighting took care of all the wounded or tired. Reyna was taken to a bunk. The room was surprisingly well lit for a cave. Fairy lights were strung up along the room, along with some assorted Christmas lights. The children or descendants of Apollo were either tending to an injured one, or they were restocking some sort of supply cabinet. The beds were pretty nice, too. They weren’t really beds, though. They were more hammocks. If hammocks and beds had children… okay that sounded really weird, but that’s what they looked like.

Finally, after looking around the cave and making sure that Reyna was okay,  I trudged outside and looked around. It was eerily quiet.

“What happened?” I asked a girl passing by.

She shrugged. I noticed her arm had a long, deep bruise. “Once the giant was defeated, they disappeared. I don’t really know what happened. But I do know that we can finally stop fighting. It’s like that Frozen song, isn’t it? For the first time in forever…”

I furrowed my eyebrows. Maybe the girl had gone crazy while fighting for so long, or maybe that was just her. Whatever the reason, I was confused. I walked over to a rock and sat down. What had Reyna done to cause them to retreat so quickly? Who was this kid who could defeat that ginormous giant by herself? As I thought, a shadow passed over me. I drew my sword, ready to defend myself, but when I looked up, a boy, maybe fifteen, stared back at me. He looked like a scarecrow with his long, skinny arms. His hair looked thin and ruffled, as though he’d been fighting along with us, though I knew he hadn’t, because I’d seen everyone on the battlefield, yet no one like him.  His face was pale, and he appeared sickly, but his long, thin smile ruined the image. He looked directly at me and said, “I am Octavian. I am a descendant of Apollo, and I will be the best thing that ever happened to your camp.”

After a few days, the wreckage of our camp, Camp Jupiter, if you were wondering, was cleaned up, and almost everyone was healed. The boy, Octavian, strutted around like he owned the place, while everyone else was training to make sure that nothing like that would ever happen again. Reyna was fully rested and would not leave my side. She looked better, now that she was rested. But she also was a bit more happy now that the war was over. We’d begun to call it the ‘war-where-Reyna-kills-one-thing-and-ends-the-war’ war, but not many people called it that. I knew three or four people who actually did it. It also came to our attention that a praetor had been killed in the fight. His name had been Laochra, which meant heroes in Irish. We had called him Lao, because that was easier to say. We were reluctant to do so, but we knew that we would have to elect a new praetor. That night, we gathered at the Senate House. We filed in and sat in the semicircle of seats. If you’ve been to a Senate House before, you haven’t seen nothing yet. Our senate House was ginormous. The wood paneling along the walls went halfway up, and the rows of benches leading upward in a semicircle had nice, comfortable cushions. The praetor chairs sat in the center, and they kind of looked like miniature thrones. One of them was occupied.

“Senatus Populusque Romanus!” chanted our living praetor.

We stood, echoed the chant, then took our seats once more. The meeting was a blur, but eventually, we elected a praetor. When our one praetor announced who was elected, my head felt like it was spinning.

“Jason,” whispered someone next to me. “Get out there.”

I stood up and walked to the center where the praetor, Jayni Garcia, stood. She gave me a quick smile.

“Congratulations, Jason Grace. You deserve this,” she told me.

Jayni was one of the few people still at camp from when I’d arrived. I was about four when I’d arrived. She’d been six. I can still recall her face when she showed me around camp. When she’d smiled at me, I could see that she was missing her two front teeth. Now, though, she looked more mature, more troubled. She gave me a purple robe, and burned markings into my arm. Just saying, those markings hurt when they’re burned into your arm. Then she hugged me just as she had when I was four and I had started to cry because I was scared. I winced during the hug, because she accidentally put pressure on the markings.

As I walked back to my bunk, I still couldn’t believe what had happened. Then an annoying little someone blocked my path.

“Octavian. What do you want?”

Even though it was dark I could still see his sly smile.

“Just came to congratulate you, praetor,” he said innocently, though I could tell he was lying.

This kid was more than he looked. I realized he could be a threat to me if I made him an enemy of mine. But that didn’t stop me from responding.

“Oh, thanks Octavian. But what do you really want?”

I put all the sarcasm I could into my first sentence. His smile changed into a frown.

“Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, you do not want me as your enemy.”

Then he turned and charged down the path.

“Bye, Octavian!” I called after him.

I may have imagined it, but I thought I heard him snarl.

Reyna found me as I continued my trek back to my bunk.

“Jason, what happened back there? Someone said you’d been made praetor…?”

The way she said this told me that she wouldn’t believe anyone else until I told her it was true. I nodded.

“Oh, yay! Congratulations, Jason!”

She smiled at me, and she looked so truly happy, I smiled back.

“It’s late, Reyna, and you need sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, ‘kay?”

She gave me a double thumbs up, then ran to her bunk and crawled in.

“Night, Jason,” she said, and with that, she fell asleep.

As I crawled into my bunk, I could feel myself drifting off, too.

Just a heads up, demigods like me rarely have any normal dreams. Our “dreams” are more like visions of either the past, present, or future. Sometimes they’re warnings, or other times they're just memories. Tonight, as I fell asleep, I dove head first into a memory, and a vision. Most likely from some sort of god or goddess. The sky was a mixture of pink, purple, and orange. The sun was setting, and there were sounds of laughter. A girl was sitting by me, and in her hair was a half moon crescent. She wore clothes for a hunter, even though she looked younger than me. Strung across her back was a silver bow and arrow.

“Jason Grace,” she said. Her voice was cold, but she didn’t seem like she was going to hurt me. “Your sister believes you are dead. I will not tell her that you are alive. She deserves to find you herself. She has joined the hunters of Artemis with me. There, she will be safe from most harm. I chose this memory of yours to appear, because it was the only one you still have of her.”

I raised my eyebrows, which I wasn’t sure I could do in a dream. “Are you… Artemis?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m Petunia. Of course I am Artemis. Who did you think I was? Britney Spears?”

To be honest, she looked nothing like Britney Spears. I shook my head. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief, the waved her hand. The dream started rapidly fading.

“A gift from you sister will be with you when you wake!” she called. Then I woke up.

that was great! honestly i’m invested now even tho it’s a backstory and i know what will happen. pls send me more slsknsjdj

[cake-in-a-tin]

welcome to our mayhem

hi! Welcome to my first attempt at a text fic, idk how good it ‘tis, but let me know what you think! (lils-Lily, burgerz-Mary, queen-Marlene, wonderland gurl-Alice, dork-Dorcas)

tHe BaEs

Lils: yo dudes

Burgerz: waddup

Lils: imma add this girl who’s joining tomorrow if that’s ok - we’re old friends from like nursery

Queen: sure, is that dorcas meadowes ?

Queen: I think I’m her tour guide or some shit

Wonderland gurl: sorry I was sleeping

Wonderland gurl: what did I miss

Queen: wHaT dId I mIsS

Queen: hEaDfIrSt InTo A pOlItIcAl AbYsS

Burgerz: i been in paris meeting lotsa different ladayys

Wonderland gurl: I guess I practically missed the late eightaysss

Queen: travelled the whole wiiideee world and came back to this

Lils: pleeeeassse not again....

Lils: mar I thought you were on my side???

Queen: sorryyyyyy

Queen: I couldn’t resist it

Queen: it was perfect!

Wonderland gurl: it was indeed. I set you up fuckin perfectly u are very much welcome biatch

Burgerz: *slow claps in appreciation*

Lils: anyways imma add this girl now, she is dorcas mar and she’s lovely so be nice!

Lils added Dork

Lils: welcome to our mayhem love 

Dork: hii 

Lils: shall we all like introduce ourselves?

Queen: k, I’m first

Queen: hello, I am Marlene McKinnon, and I’m your stupid tour guide thing that Dumbledore thought was a good idea

Burgerz: hi, I’m Mary MacDonald (hence the name) and I’m very bad at maths, which is also my only personality trait

Wonderland gurl: hello there, my name is Alice Fortescue (don’t try and spell it it took me almost seven years of my life) and I have a fucked up sleep schedule tm

Lils: everyone knows me uwu 

Dork: okay, im Dorcas Meadowes, and I’m just a bi disaster haha

Queen: lol mood

Wonderland gurl: oh btw dorcas we are all lgbtq+ soo 

Dork: okay cool 

Queen: ya, I’m gay, lils is pan, mary is aroace and alice is queer

Wonderland gurl: yh I’m figuring it out but ik girls are pretty as well so :)

Dork: can relate lol

Wonderland gurl: I should probably sleep it’s school and I haven’t slept properly in like three fuckin daysss

Queen: gurrrrllllll omg u r gonna dieee tomorrow

Wonderland gurl: ik im scared and it’s only seven thirty but i will sleep like four and a half hours of that because I just watch netflix aaahh

Burgerz: just gooo Ali, otherwise u will regret everything

Wonderland gurl: k byeee bitchez

Lils: bye

Queen: bye love

Burgerz: cheerio

Dork: bye I think?

Lils: we're all a mess, u get used to it dw 

Lils: also Mary can u get anymore stereotypical British omg

Burgerz: I’m sorry babe it’s in my natureeee

Queen: lol

Queen: I ghibhjfyfvbss

Dork: r u ok?

Queen: a frickin moth bro 

Queen: it attacked me and I’m scared because I didn’t see where it went

Lils: I’m rooting for you love

Queen attached a video

Burgerz : omg I’m dyingggg your voicem u sound so scared

Queen: lmao I was scared for my life if I’m being honest 

Dork: ahahahaha I’m laughing out loud and my cat is just looking at me like wtf is wrong with you human

Queen: u have CAT???

Burgerz: you have a cat? I must see him

Queen: lol we are on the same wavelength haha

Burgerz: ✨soulmates✨ Burgerz: but like platonically lol

Dork: here is mouse

Dork attached a photo

Queen: vvffdyujcndh 

Queen: so fuckin adorable

Burgerz: I LOVE him

Lils: I’ve seen him before and I love him, but I don’t think I ever asked - why mouse?

Dork: lmao we just thought it would be ironic

Dork: also he’s never caught a mouse or anything else in his life because he’s too damn lazy

Queen: omg I relate to mouse so much lol

Dork: honestly same 

Lils: dudes we should probs sleep if we want to be beautiful for school

Queen: ugh sleep is so overrated 

Queen: but yeah...

Lils: bye xxx

Burgerz: adios 

Dork: byeee

Queen: see yall tomorrow

Private message: Lils + Queen

Queen: yo, quick question

Lils: shoot

Queen: what does dorcas look like?

Lils: ummm idk, why?

Queen: eh no reason

Lils: she’s black, short dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes

Queen: so cute?

Lils: hell yeh

Queen: oh god save me

Lils: yh u will need prayers

Queen: aaaahh 

Queen: well gn 

Lils: night xxx

tHe BaEs

Wonderland gurl: good morning!

Queen: no it is not

Lils: I’m dyingggg cancel schools pls

Wonderland gurl: I slept fuckin amazingly last night soooo :)))))))

Dork: hjeicnefskd 

Dork: I can’t 

Queen: oop me neither mornings are my least favourite thing ever 

Lils: uggghhhhhh 

Lils: sooo jealous of Mary

Dork: why?

Wonderland gurl: she lives rlly close to school so she wakes uo super late and just walks

Dork: wow luckyyyy

Lils: ikrrrr

Queen: I want to sleep

Wonderland gurl: no! remeber what happened last time you were late?

Queen: oh god don’t remind me

Dork: do I even want to know?

Queen: nkt really lol

Queen: lily u tell it I need to shower

Lils: okayyy

Lils: get ready for a fuckin wild ride babe

Lils: so, we have this teacher called McGonagall and she’s the single most terrifying yet amazing person ever to teach us

Wonderland gurl: and that’s saying something trust me

Lils: she’s pretty chill until u do something that pisses her off. And one thing that pisses her off is people being late. Marlene was late because she couldn’t get her lazy ass out of bed, and she came into form time like ten minutes after the bell rang. as you can imagine, McGonagall was not at all pleased at this, and proceeded to give mar a lecture in front of the whole class and then give her detention for a whole week. Before school.

Wonderland gurl: Marlene looked sooo tired the whole week

Dork: wow, that is ✨brutal✨ Dork: remind me never to be late

Lils: will do x

Wonderland gurl: we have to remind Marlene every once in a while of the ‘‘incident’ to motivate her to get out of bed

Queen: I’m back dudes 

Queen: so you see dorcas that is why I am never ever late anymore because that week was absolute hell I am not going through again.

Queen: ever

Dork: honestly I’m scared to meet this teacher lmao

Wonderland gurl: nah she’s actually soo nice unless you get on her bad side

Burgerz: heyyyy

Lils: maryyyy

Dork: hello!

Burgerz: so, everyone ready for school?

Queen: pretty much, I’m on the train rn

Lils: same, I’m opposite her

Dork: oooh I am also travelling by train I will try to find u guys 

Queen: we are right at the end, if I see you I will scream ‘cheese’ as loud as I can

Lils: noooooo please, can’t embarrassing us in public wait at least a day

Queen: nope

Dork: u don’t even know what I look like lmao

Queen: I will know

Lils attached a video file

Dork: lmao i was terrified

Queen: it worked though 

Wonderland gurl: I’m so glad I get the bus and don’t have to endure this

Burgerz: wow. How are you not embarrassed Marlene?

Queen: idk, I guess I don’t care what oriole think lol

Dork: rEsPeCt

Dork: also please never again

Private message: Lils + Dork

Dork: LILY WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME MARLENE WAS ACTUALLY SO BEAUTIFUL IM DYING 

Lils: lmao sorry

Private message: Lils + Queen

Queen: oh god u were right she’s so hot helppppp

Lils: I’m praying 4 u

hii! I hope that you liked this mess, I’m probably going to continue it, so yeah, let me know what you think?

[imagines-dreams]

A Good Name - Tim Drake Imagine

Rating: PG

Warnings: fluff and future, and a flustered Robin

Summary: As a part of Young Justice, you have seen a lot of weird things. But being called (Y/n) Drake was by far the weirdest thing. (Aka I read a fic that I can’t remember the name of where Impulse called reader Mrs. Grayson and I took inspo from that idea to make one for Tim! Someone, aka @despitealldoubts-blog found the fic so here it is! Future Mrs. G by @cait-writes-stuff inspired this!)

Word Count: 2785

“Stand ready,” Nightwing commanded.

The four of you readied yourselves as the unknown source or ball of electricity formed and dropped a transportation device of some kind. It dropped right onto the floor, smoking and whirring, and when smoke billowed out of it, someone jumped out.

“Ta da!” A boy, bright red hair, white and red outfit with a yellow visor. You didn’t recognize him from any database you’ve seen. Not a notable hero or villain. Maybe a hacker or inventor, from the looks of the machine. Could be a thief, an aspiring supervillain, or just a big fan of superheroes.

The alarm went off. “Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert.”

“Computer, lock down cave,” Nightwing said.

Gar tilted his head. “Well, I think we found our unknown energy impulse.”

“Impulse,” the stranger mulled it over. “That’s so crash! Catchy, dramatic, one word.” He appeared by Nightwing’s side. “Like Nightwing.”

A speedster!

“And Robin.”

To you, “And Knockout.”

To Gar, “And Beast Boy.” He blinked.”‘Well, that’s two words.” He talked even faster, and soon, he was trying to explore the cave to find things. With a laugh and a mock salute, he was gone.

“You three, take him down.”

“On it, Nightwing!” you responded. You cracked your knuckles and ran alongside Robin and Beast Boy. You caught him in a hallway and with a smirk, you punched the ground. It splintered under your strength. He wouldn’t be able to run.

And you were wrong. Impulse, whatever his name was, ran up the wall and over your head, back to safer and sturdier ground. You groaned. Nightwing was not going to be happy.

Robin sped out from the kitchen, just to trip on some dispelled tile.

You giggled. It was worth it.

Robin stared at you. “Nightwing’s gonna kill you.”

You shrugged. “Nah, I’m good. It’s nice to see you fall on your ass, Robin. Shouldn’t you have wings or something?”

“Guys, come back,” Nightwing said. “I’ve got him.”

Your jaw dropped. “How…” You shook your head.

Robin laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on.”

As Impulse explained himself, you grew more and more confused. Time travel was theoretica, and no one could agree on what would happen if it was achieved. Does time travel work so that what you do in the past is actually what happened in the past, like time travel was meant to happen and was accounted for in a neat timeline. Or, was there different timelines, and if so, does the previous timeline disappear or does it become an alternate universe all on its own.

You pressed your fingers against your temples. This was just a tad too much.

“So,” Robin concluded, “you’re a tourist from the future.”

“Why look so surprised. Half the meat at Comic Con are from my era.”

Robin rubbed his chin, and you knew that face. He was doubting the information he got. Trying to find the tells of a lie.

You crossed your arms. “If you’re from the future, you should be able to prove it.”

“Ah, well, my identity is kinda a tell, if you know what I mean. Superspeed, the red and gold.” He smiled up at all of you. “I’m Bart Allen, grandson of Barry Allen. You know, the Flash, Barry Allen.”

“Noted.” Garfield smirked. “Not believed, but noted.”

“What’s not to believe? I’ve got it all! The speed, the amazing good looks.” Impulse’s eyes lit up. “Frankly, I can’t wait to meet him. You know, back when he was still in his prime and all.”

Nightwing sighed. “Well, Bart, coming all the way from the future, you must have worked up a thirst.” He brought a cup of water to the intruder. Tracker, no doubt.

“Thanks!”He sipped the water. “Oh! Ah, you’re trying to get my DNA!” he spat into the water. “That’s such a Dick Grayson move.”

Robin’s eyes widened. “How did…” He looked at his mentor, and Nightwing, or well Dick, just stared at him, trying to figure it out himself.

“Aha! See, I know things that only someone from the future with an amazing Flash legacy to carry would know.” He looked at each of you, and without pause, said, “Dick Grayson, (Y/n) and Tim Drake, Garfield Logan.”

You bit your tongue. That was not your name. Your name was (Y/n) (Y/l/n), not (Y/n) Drake. And Tim? As in Robin’s name was Tim. Tim Drake? Your eyes caught his, Tim’s, and thank god for Garfield, because he spoke before the two of you could stutter about what just happened.

“Your name’s Tim? And your is, uh, Dick?” Garfield cringed.

You smiled as much as you can, and with heat still blooming in your cheeks, you laughed. “Gar, your name is Garfield, like that cat who hates Mondays.”

“Hey!” Garfield poked your chest. “I don’t like Mondays. So, I take that as a compliment.”

“You really shouldn’t,” Tim agreed.

“See, thank you.”

Garfield groaned and covered his face. “No wonder you two got married.”

Just like that, Tim and you looked anywhere else but each other.

“Oops. Spoilers.” He shrugged. “The secret identity is so retro. You can call me anything. Impulse, Bart, Bart Impulse Allen. All’s crash.”

“He can’t actually be telling the truth,” Robin, Tim, insisted. “He can’t be from the future.”

Garfield leaned in close. “Tell us something we don’t know! Yet.” The boy smiled, so proud of himself. “So, when do I become leader? Or part of the Justice League! Or, hear me out, my reality show? Good answers only.”

“Sorry, BB. Never was the best at history. Plus, I shouldn’t say any more spoilers as to alter the timeline. I mean, now, Tim and (Y/n) might not get married and have Jack  and Anna. Oh, god, we will all be feeling the mode.”

Jack and Anna. “Kids?” You gulped and looked to Tim. Sure enough, he was staring at you, too. There was something in his eyes, behind the mask, that screamed surprise and awe, and you weren’t sure how to take that. Tim was your best friend on the team. Maybe not your best friend ever, since he didn’t know your name and you didn’t know his until after Impulse, but still.

He was so amazing, really. Intelligent, strategic, hard-working. You still got surprised every time he actually wanted to spend time with you.

And then, this kid from the future is telling you that that guy, your best super friend and the smartest person on the team, falls in love with you? Has kids with you?

Then, Impulse escaped. Beast Boy went after him, and Tim was back to clearing his throat and forgetting all the information he had just received.

You sighed. “I’m gonna go train. And, uh, Nightwing?”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing!” You pursed your lips. “Just, you know, some slightly chipped, broken, maybe possibly shattered tile in hallway B6.”

“Knockout-”

“Ok, bye!” You ran off to the gym. Nightwing had too much on his mind. He wouldn’t go after you just yet.

So, you took deep breaths. When you entered your small, personal gym, it came to life. The light turned on, and your playlist filled the air. You sighed. “Computer, I need you to search for Tim Drake.”

“On it, Knockout.”

As you worked out, you kept asking your room questions and pieced together bits of information.

“I need a list of billionaires who operate business at least once a month in Gotham,” you said, as you stared at the wall of holograms during your cooldown. “Cross reference the list with the list of people associated with Tim Drake.”

“The list consists of seven people.”

“Read them out, please.” You gulped down water and listened.

“Anthony Edwards, Roberta Stark, Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor-”

“Wait.” You stared at the profiles of these people. Seven people that were both associated with Gotham and Tim. Only one of them fit the bill of eccentric billionaire who takes in kids and fights crime with only a tight suit and fancy gadgets.

“Bruce Wayne,” you whispered. “Computer, pull up a picture of Batman next to Mr. Wayne.” Oh my god, how did no one figure it out sooner. They even had a similar physique. “Who are children that are associated with Mr. Wayne?”

“Dick Grayson-”

“Aka Nightwing.”

“-Barbara Gordon-”

You’d recognize that bright red hair anywhere. “Batgirl.”

“-Jason Todd-”

The old Robin.”

“-and Tim Drake.”

You gulped. Four kids, just like how there were four kids under Batman. Two of which were named by the kid from the future.

“Pull all of their pictures up, along with Nightwing, Batgirl, Robin three years ago and Robin now.” All of their physical profiles were similar. Even Jason’s and Robin’s. And Robin’s disappearance was near Jason Todd’s reported death. Robin’s reappearance matched the year Bruce and Tim’s dad, Jack Drake, were acquainted.

You stood back and laughed. “Wow.” You were sitting one of the biggest secrets in history. You knew who Batman was! The Batman! You knew who Robin was, who Nightwing was, who Batgirl was. You knew all of their secret identities.

“I knew you’d figure it out.”

“Robin!” Your computer hid all the files. “Find what out? Nothing to see here.”

“Mhm. Computer?”

“Yes, Robin?”

“Bring up the previous files.”

“Of course.”

You gasped. “Wait! No-” And all your files of the Batman and his associates appeared on the wall behind you. You shook your head. “Thanks, Computer.”

“You’re welcome, Knockout.”

You stared at your feet and joked, “I really should program Computer to detect sarcasm.” you turned to your data. “I still can’t believe no one knows. I mean, it’s obvious.” You pointed at Mr. Wayne. “This guy is one of the only billionaires who operates in Gotham weekly, and Batman is known to have multiple, custom made gadgets. Even if he made them himself, he’d need a lot of money to maintain that, so billionaire is in the description.

“Then, there’s the fact that Batman has many sidekicks or associates or what have you. So that means the the billionaire must be associated with kids, maybe even adopt them. And Mr. Wayne adopted two kids as his wards. The first one of the two being an orphaned trapeze artist who was adopted around the time that Robin showed up for the first time. And it helps that Robin was known to do amazing tricks and stunts when locking up criminals.”

With all the pictures and articles around you, you couldn’t help but wonder. “I mean, it’s obvious.”

Robin laughed. “To us, it is.”

You tilted your head. “Us?”

He nodded. “Computer, can search for a video with the keywords, ‘Grayson,’ and ‘quadruple somersault’?”

Two videos popped up, one of which was a small boy performing the very difficult trick.

“The second one. Now, Computer, bring up footage of Penguin and Robin about six years ago next to it, please.”

The two videos played at the same time, and you saw why Tim brought it up. The kid in the first video was a young trapeze artist, Dick Grayson. The second video had Robin perform the same difficult trick when he defeated Penguin.

You laughed. “That’s how you found out?”

“I saw Dick perform when I was a kid. I recognized it in this video, and when I thought I needed to, I approached Bruce.”

You blinked. “When you needed to?”

His shoulders dropped, and suddenly, you knew what Tim meant. Batman needed a Robin, and the only time he was without one was when Jason, the second Robin, died at the hands of the Joker. Tim sought out Mr. Wayne after that. “You don’t have to,” you said.

Tim smiled, but it was forced. “Thanks.”

You rubbed his shoulder. “You’e really smart for figuring that out at the age of what?” You looked at the Penguin’s video date. “Age of nine? Damn, Robin.”

“Yeah, I am smart,” he admitted. “I’m also smart enough to know you’re avoiding the topic we should really be talking about.”

Blood pooled into your cheeks. You took your hand off his shoulder and laughed. “What do you mean avoiding? I’m not avoiding anything.” You pointed out, “Plus, it could just mean I’m adopted or that we happen to have the same last name later on in the future or something.”

Tim raised his eyebrow. “Impulse said, ‘Have Jack and Anna’.”

“So?”

“So, use that smart brain of yours.”

You grimaced. “Are we really going to talk about it?”

“Yes, we are. We’re a team, (Y/n), and whatever happens, this” - he pointed at the two of you- “needs to stay in tact.” The superhero gulped. “I want it to stay in tact.”

You sighed. “Jack is your dad’s name, obviously, so the future he was talking about, well,” you laughed and pulled at your hair, “it means that we name a kid after your dad.”

“What do you think of Anna? Where’d that come from?”

You shrugged. “Could be anything.” You laughed. “All I thought was, ‘Wow, Anna Drake sounds like a good name.’” You shook your head. “Kinda ridiculous, huh?”

Tim was silent. Then, his cheeks turned red, and he turned away from you. You knew that look. He thought of something. He thought of something, and it was embarrassing enough that even the thought of of it made him blush.

“Nuh-uh.” It took two strides for you to be right in front of him. “No, you’re spitting it out. What is it?”

“Nothing!”

“Not according to those rosy red cheeks, Tim.” You pinched his cheek. “Come on, you can tell me.”

Tim shook his head and hit his own forehead. “It’s stupid.”

“Who cares?”

He sighed. “I thought, I was just gonna say, like, I don’t know.” He cleared his throat and glanced at you before looking at his boots. “I just, I think that (Y/n) Drake, it sounds like a good name, too.”

The smile you had so gleefully earned disappeared just like that. Not because you were embarrassed, although that was true. It wasn’t because you might marry Robin, aka Tim Drake, aka your best friend, or because you had been thinking of that name, your first name and his last name, for the past hour or two.

No, it was because he was right. (Y/n) Drake doesn’t sound bad.

“See!”

“Shut up.” You laughed and covered your face. “I don’t need this from you.”

“You asked for it!”

“I didn’t think you’d say that.” You exhaled a long and deep exhale and shook your head. You couldn’t let him do this to you. It didn’t matter that the two of you might be married later on. No, you had to get him back. You bit your lip and sauntered to him.

Tim’s eyes widened, and he froze. He stared at you, almost in awe of your newly found confidence, and even though your fingers shook, you couldn’t help but love the way he looked at you.

Your fingers brushed against his mask, and your eyes met his blue ones. When he didn’t do anything to stop you, you lifted the mask away from his face, and finally, his face was revealed to you.

You bit your lip and brushed his hair back. “You know, I don’t think Tim (Y/l/n) sounds too bad either.” You smiled up at him and played with one lock of hair that was out of place. “Goes well with this handsome face of yours.”

Tim gulped, and you could feel his heartbeat under his skin. It was frantic, but still, he didn’t move. Even when he sheeks got redder than yours, he didn’t move. He just smiled. “I, uh, I mean.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, you know, you being this close and playing with my, you know, hair and everything.” He gulped and looked down at his feet.

You giggled. “Run out of smoothness there, Robin?”

“Maybe,” he admitted.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling too much. You leaned your head on his chest. “It’s ok, that was all the smoothness I had.”

“All of it?”

“Yep.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his chest. “No more smoothness from me. That was it. That was all of it.”

Tim smiled so softly and genuinely as he brushed your hair out of your face before resting them on your waist. “So no more smoothness from you?”

“Nope.”

“Not even on our first date?”

“Well, you got ask me that first?”

He laughed. “Ok then, Drake, what about a date?”

You hummed, as if in thought.

“Come on,” he pouted.

You laughed. “Yes, (Y/l/n), I’ll go on a date with you.”

[serahsanguine]

What’s left Unsaid, Says It All. Ch. 10

What’s Left Unsaid, Says it all part 10/?

Rating; NC-17, NSFW

This Story can be Found at Ao3

pt 1, pt. 2,  pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @baronessblixen @today-in-fic

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Chapter 10; Ooh Child

Mulder arrived at his apartment with a smile on his face. The twins were everything he could have imagined. So bright and intelligent: one spitting image of their mother, and one of him. He could not pinpoint a favourite part of the day because the whole day left him speechless. 

He walked in the door and threw his belongings on a nearby table, it was getting late now. He took off his pants and got comfortable on the couch. He switched the tv on and started flicking through the channels quickly before settling on an old Knicks game. He took off his t-shirt and held it in his hands before placing it to his face and smelling it. It smelled like Scully, there was a hint of his detergent and his own smell, but her predominated. He liked it. He missed the smell of them in more ways the one. And he missed her more than anything in the world. He soon fell asleep and dreamt of him, Scully and their family playing under the summer sun together, with nothing breaking them apart. 

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No more than five minutes after closing the front door, Scully's mom was at the end of the hall with a loom of satisfaction on her face. Scully back was still against the front door leaning against it.

"I think tonight went really well, don't you Dana?"

"Yes, Mom. I think it went well."

They both walked through to the living room and started tidying up the mess from today’s activities.

"I think Fox was brilliant with Will and Ellissa today, will he be coming back soon?"

"Yes, he was really good with them. He was oozing life for them."  He's an amazing father. I missed him. "  He said he would be back,"  I hope so, "we are arranging another time and date for tomorrow."

"That's good, it was nice seeing him." 

" Yes it was," she said silently as the last of the toys were put away.

Scully said goodnight to her mother, slipping into her silk PJs before climbing under the bedsheets. In a few hours, she would be up anyway, for the night feed.

3 hours later

Scully woke up to murmuring on the baby monitor. She groggily got up and walked to the twins’ bedroom to find them. She stepped back into the hallway finding a small orange light glowing from the downstairs hallway. She smiled knowing Missy had brought both twins downstairs to help out with the night feed. Carefully and quietly, Scully walked down the stairs and watched the iteration between her sister and her niece. Will was peacefully asleep in the rocking chair. 

"Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter..." 

Ellie was gulping away greedily on her bottle, contently listening to her aunt sing away to her whilst rocking her side to side. Scully was always a little jealous of her sister’s singing ability. She didn't want to make a sound so she leaned into the door frame and continued to watch silently. 

"Someday

We'll get it together and we'll get it all done

Some day when your head is much lighter

Some day, yeah

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day when the world is much brighter..."

She watched as Ellie finished the bottle and her eyes started to drop. Then, Missy hummed the last bit of the song but that didn't stop the lyrics from appearing into her head

"Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter..."

"It has been a while since I have heard someone sing that," Scully whispered.

 Melissa span on the spot and nodded. 

"Dad used to sing it to us all the time," Missy whispered back. 

Scully smiled and watched her daughter fall back to sleep in her sister’s arms. 

“Dana, let me put these back, and we can talk about what happened earlier.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Because if you don’t, you’re going to avoid it for the next couple of weeks,” Missy sounded aggravated, but she was still sounded calm and she was bouncing Ellie. 

Scully sighed in defeat and silently nodded. Ellie was finally asleep so Missy carried her upstairs. While that was happening, she picked up Will and placed him in the crim, wrapping a blanket around him and turning on the mobile before creeping back downstairs. 

Scully poured herself some juice because making coffee at this time in the morning was ridiculous. She sat down at the kitchen island and within seconds she felt her sister hand float across her shoulder letting her know that she was there. 

“So how do you think it went?”

“It went fine, Missy, why wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe he has anger issues?”

Scully sighed, they were both speaking in hushed voices but if this conversation was going to carry on in this tone it could turn ugly real quick.

“That wasn’t him, you know that, don’t you? He was angry and upset. I left him, I ran away, I was scared.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“What if I had done it to you, Missy? One day I just left, no word, nothing,” she spoke a little louder explaining her point. 

“But you wouldn’t do that, I’m your sister.”

“And he's the love of my life.”

As soon as Scully said the words she regretted them. She clamped her hand over her mouth and the tears started to fall. It had been a long time since she had admitted that she still loved him, despite everything. She knew it her heart, she still loved him, and her body still craved his. But speaking the words out loud was something completely different. She left her sister in the kitchen and fled to her bedroom. Her head hit the pillow and the tears began to fall harder. Sleep soon descended upon her as the emotions of the past day had finally caught up with her. 

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He woke up as the sun was just peeking past the windowsill, and went for a 5-mile run. While exercising, he came to the realization that he might need to get his life back on track if he was going to be any kind of father to his kids. Being suspended without pay was no good. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned why he still worked at the FBI. He could never return to the x-files, not without Scully. And he certainly, under no circumstances, would ever go back to profiling on a full-time basis. So the only thing keeping him there was the search for his sister and leaving the FBI would be like betraying that search and the last two and a half decades of his life. He had a lot of thinking to do. 

Mulder got back, his muscles burning for exhaustion. He showered quickly and dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt before making himself a coffee. 

He leaned against the kitchen worktop looking out into his apartment waiting for a machine to be done. As he looked around he soon realized how utterly filthy his apartment was. It had never been this bad, not even when he was a teenager in Oxford. He shook his head and then the machine beeped, telling him his coffee was made. Not long after his coffee was drunk, he decided to clean his apartment for once and for all. 

1 hour later. 

Mulder had just walked through his door after throwing the black bags full of rubbish out when his phone began to ring. 

“Hello?” He answered breathlessly. 

“Mulder, it's me.”

“Hi, Scully, what can I do for you?” he replied happily. 

“Are you ok?” She sounded worried. 

“Yeah, sorry, just got back from a garbage run.”

“Mulder, I was wondering when you were free next?”

“I’m free pretty much every day,” he winced hoping she would not ask why he that was. 

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park tomorrow with the kids.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

“Good, umm, meet me at my mom's… say 1 pm? ”

“Great, see ya then!”

“Bye, Mulder," she sounded sad. And he had no idea why.  

“Bye Scully.”

And the dial tone rang in his ears as he placed it back on the holder with a smile on his face. But he was also a little worried and confused at why she sounded sad when she said bye to him.  

12.45 The Next Day.

Mulder had just pulled up outside Maggie Scully's house. He had little butterflies fluttering in his stomach: he was so excited to see the kids, even though he had seen them last in less than 24 hours. He missed them as soon as he had left.  

He promptly got out of the car and walked up the drive. Before he could knock on the door, it swung open. Melissa walked straight into him. 

“Humph. You’re early,” she said.

“I…” 

Before he could get out another word, Melisa pushed his chest out of the door, closing it behind her. 

“Melissa, I’m sorry...”

“And so you should be!” She took a quick look over her shoulder, looking at the front door. “If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I…” 

Melissa tilted her head, waiting for him to finish his sentence but they were soon interrupted by the door opening and Maggie walking out.

“Fox, come in!”

“I’ll be right back, Mom.” Melissa interrupted. “Just going to the grocery store to pick up some milk and fruit.”

Mulder watched Melissa get in the car and drive off. He took that as his cue to walk in, stepping into the hallway looking sheepish.

“She will forgive you in time, Fox. But you hurt her.” He instantly knew Maggie was talking about Melissa.

“Maybe she shouldn’t.”

“Of course she will. You’re family.”

He blushed profusely at Maggie calling him family, maybe one day he would even call her mom. 

“She is in the living room, just placing the twins in the stroller.”

“Thank you.”

He walked down the hallway and there, wearing a white sundress with red roses and an overly big straw hat. Then he looked down at the twins. Ellissa was wearing a yellow skirt and pink top and William was wearing blue shorts and a grey top his little legs kicking wildly. The kid was shaking a rattle in his sister's face who was blissfully ignoring her brother.  

“Beautiful.” 

She turned bright red and he suddenly realized that he had said it out loud.

“I… I meant the kids.”

“Sure you did, Mulder.” Now it was Mulder’s turn to blush. “Let me just grab the picnic basket and then we can get going.”

He nodded and watched her wander into the kitchen. He turned to watch the kids and just as he did Ellie looked up 

“Dada da.”

“Hey, sweetie! You look very pretty. Are you ready to go to the park?.”

She giggled and her big smile she reminded him so much of his sister at that age. He watched as she started pulling at the straps wanting to come out.

“Nah ah, little one. Your mom only just put you in there. We’re going out in a minute.”

She seemed content at the answer and stopped picking at the straps.

“Ready.”

“Always ready for you, Scully.”

She swotted him on the arm and they both headed to the park.

1 hour later 

They all sat down in the shade on a picnic blanket after they had played on everything available. Ellie’s favourite thing was the swings, while her brother’s favourite thing was to go down the slide on his father's lap. Mulder didn’t want it to end but he knew Scully would be going home soon and then he did not know where he would stand. Would she come down to DC? Would he go see her? He certainly didn't want to be an absent father, he had already missed 7 months of his kids’ life. He loved these little ones with all his heart. It would be an awkward conversation and now it was a good time as any.  It's now or never.  

“Scully, when are you going home?”

He could tell he caught her off guard as she had a startled look on her face.

“I go back next week but I have been thinking of buying a place back in Georgetown. I would be close to mom and I would be close to you,” she whispered the last part. She picked up Will and laid him down next to her, lifting her top, unclasping the bra and bringing him to her nipple which he accepted greedily. 

“How long will you be gone?” he picked up Ellie and laid next to Scully with Eliie on his stomach. 

“Not too long, I hope,” she moved her hand to stroke her son’s hair. 

“Does that mean you already have a place here?”

“Well, I have been looking for a while. A 3 bedroom house has just come onto the market. Would you want to go with me to look? It’s tomorrow—,”

“Yes.”

“—I was planning to either go on my own or with Mom if I’m asking too much of you...” she was rambling and he was smiling “Wait, what did you just say?” 

“I said yes Scully, of course, I will go with you.”

He watched her eyes light up and the biggest smile came across her face. Mulder thought there may just be hope for them still. Will finished his feed and it was Ellie’s turn. Since Scully had to swap her breasts he took the opportunity to spoon her, wrapping his arms around all three of them.  

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The Next Day.

Scully had got her sister and her mom to babysit for a few hours so she and Mulder could go to see the property that had come onto the market. As she was driving to his apartment she thought about a few things, mainly how she and Mulder seemed to be getting along and their relationship seemed to be improving. In only three days they were getting back to some sort of normality. He was even flirting with her yesterday and she was flirting back, they were enjoying each other’s company. They were becoming a family. 

She arrived outside his apartment building and he was waiting for her. He looked devilishly handsome in his black slack trousers and a casual polo shirt. He saw her pulling up and waved at her, she pulled the car next to him and he got in. 

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Not long.”

She pulled away from the curb and drove towards their destination. 

“How long is not long?”

“I was only there for about five minutes, Scully.”

She was keeping her eyes on the road. 

“Thank you for coming with me, Mulder, I appreciate it.”

“Nowhere else I would rather be.” 

She turned quickly to look at his face. He was smiling at her and she smiled back.

30 minutes later 

They had arrived at the house and from the outside, it was everything she could have dreamed of. It had a generous front yard that was fenced off with luscious green grass and a variety of coloured flowers. There was a drive wide enough for two, maybe three, cars and a double garage and the end. She could tell she was smiling from ear to ear but she didn’t care. 

Scully parked the car and Mulder got out first. He stood by her side and, just like old times, he placed his hands on the small of her back and pushed her walking side by side to meet the estate agent. 

“Hello, my name is Mandy and I’m here to show you around. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.” 

Mandy was wearing a blue coral pantsuit which suited her figure tremendously. Her blond hair was in a high ponytail and she looked like she was in her late 30’s. If you let her, she could sell you the world. 

“Mrs Scully, Mr Scully if you follow me...”

“I… We…”

Scully looked at Mulder as he was trying to say something, but he simply smiled and led her forward to follow Mandy. 

She led them up the driveway up to the porch which was beautiful off-peak white with a swinging chair. 

Scully was speechless. They walked into the foray, it was tall and grande with little curved corners. There was a staircase on the left leading up to the second floor, with deep-seated oak wood doors. The walls were splashed with white and gold reflecting the light through the house. 

They both walked forward, following the room through to the living room. It had one corner sofa and a small sofa on one side of the room and on the other. There was a large table with open french patio doors looking out into the massive back garden.  

“This would be a nice play area for the twins,” Scully said and Mulder looked at her and answered honestly.

“Yes, I think it would make a lovely playroom.” Mulder watched as the smile never faded from Scully’s face and she simply nodded in response.

Mandy led them through to the kitchen. It was not overly large but it had seen many meals and still had some left, plenty of family get-together, and children’s parties. 

Mulder chuckled at the thought of Scully hosting a child's party with 10 or 15 children. 

She heard him chuckle and looked at him funny and whispered, “What?”

“Oh, nothing, Scully. Promise.”

They carried on seeing the rest of the house and it was perfect for them. There were 4 bedrooms but one had a desk in it as well as having an actual office in the house. Mandy led them back downstairs now it was time to make or break Scully’s dream.   

They asked Mandy how much the house was and Scully instantly had a sharp intake of breath. The house was completely out of her price range. Mulder could instantly tell Scully was upset and her dream was shattered.  He placed his hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear. 

“Scully, can I talk to you a minute?” 

She looked at him and nodded. 

“Mandy we will be back in a minute”

“Ok, Mr Scully.”

Mulder led Scully to one side of the room out of earshot of Mandy. 

“What is the matter, Scully?” 

She looked as if to say  ‘As if it wasn’t obvious...’ 

“I….” 

“I can tell you love this house, Scully. With my inheritance, I can buy it for you outright, no string attached. It would be in your name only if you wish.”

“You can’t Mulder, I can’t ask this of you.”

“Scully, look at me,” and she did. “I haven’t been there for the first 6 months of the twins’ life. I want to do this for you and them.”

“That doesn’t matter, I can’t afford it so it’s just a dream” 

Mulder looked away staring into a dark corner of the room thinking, she went to talk away and he grabbed her arms lightly to stop her. She stopped and looked at him questionably. 

“I came up with an idea which should work for both of us”

“Which is?”

“What if we both paid half,” Scully shook her head. “Wait here me out” she looked at him and waited for him to continue. “So if we both paid half for now, and you can pay me back in insultments each month as you would with a bank but without the interest”

She looked at him and smiled.  The warmth, truth, and honesty coming through his words made her heart melt, his eyes shining bright. 

“Ok,”

With this agreement, he was giving her her independence yet letting him in at the same time.   By the end of that day, Scully had a beautiful home signed in her name.

If anything Mulder had signed the house in her name for purely selfish reasons. The twins being closer to Scully’s mom would be good for them. But not only that, he would be closer to them. He hadn’t known them long but they were everything to him. He would also get to see Scully more often. Even after everything, his feelings for her would never change. They may be masked by anger and hurt and pain but his love and adoration for her would always simmer in the background. The trust they once had would need to be rebuilt and she was the only person that he would ever let near him. He watched her drive away as he waited for his cab knowing he would only act on his feelings for her if she wanted it. The ball was completely and utterly in her court.

[buckysforeverprincess]

Betrayal Begets Betrayal

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1637

Warnings: Cheating, Angst

A/N: I’m not a fan of cheating fics, but I wrote one anyway. Please let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!

“Hey, Steve. How are things at home-everything ok with the girls?” You were back at the hotel and had just kicked off your heels. It was time to relax and decompress from a long day of guest speakers and meet and greets. This is probably the only thing you loathe about your job.  

“They're good. Gracie scored a goal today-kicked the ball right between the goalie’s legs, and Sarah painted a picture of her family. I hung it on the fridge. Hope that's ok?” There was some uncertainty in his voice, something you had become accustomed to lately.  

“Yeah, that’s fine…and McKennna? How's she handling me being gone?” You hated leaving the one year old, but this was part of the career you chose. Leaving them would never be an easy task.

“Missing her mom, like usual. Keeps going into the bedroom looking for you. When she can't find you, she throws herself down and cries. She hates it when you leave.”  

A slight pang of guilt ran through you. Leaving the girls was always the hardest part of your job, but you knew their father was more than capable of caring for them in your absence. Dr. Rogers specialized in pediatric care. Kids were kinda his thing.

“I hate leaving them too…make sure you kiss them for me.” You struggle to unzip your dress, but then you feel fingers from behind, helping your fumbling fingers. “Thanks.” You said softly, the man leans in and kisses you on the back of your neck.

 “You're welcome, doll.”  

“He's there with you, isn't he?” Steve asks, tone becoming irritated. He must have heard his voice through the phone.

“Steve…,” you begin, every phone call always turns into this. It's starting to get old, “we've talked about this ad nauseam. You don't get to comment about this part of my life anymore.” You let out a frustrated sigh.

“You're still my wife and mother of my children, and you're sleeping with my so called best friend. Damn right, I'm gonna comment about it. I'm never, ever, gonna let it go!” Steve's becoming increasingly emotional throughout his rant, he always does when the conversation shifts.

“I'm only your wife for another month--the divorce will be final soon, and you know none of this would be happening if it wasn't for you, so please refrain from judging who I spend my time with.” You look over at Bucky now sitting on the hotel bed, shaking his head at your words. This is a fight he's heard way too many times to count.  

“How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? I've begged you time and time again to forgive me, but you turned your back on me-on us. Why can't we just work it out and fix this? Start over again?” Steve’s pleading with you, sorrow in his voice.

Part of you wishes you could go back and change everything, but you weren't the one who broke your vows. There isn't anything you have to fix or atone for. Steve is the one who committed the ultimate betrayal.  

“How's Sharon? Pregnancy going well?” Bucky smirks at your dig into Steve’s infidelity. He loves it when you try to fight dirty.

Your husband lets out a frustrated sigh through the phone. Steve hates it when you bring her up. “I wouldn't know. We're uh, not together anymore.”

Ah, so that's what this is all about. The relationship didn't work so now he wants back into your life. Too bad. You've already closed the door on your marriage. This door will never find its way open again.

“I'm sorry to hear that, Steve. I don't know what else I can say.” She was the reason for his choices, his cheating. Sharon was the reason your twelve-year marriage was now over. He made his bed and thought he was comfortable. It's not your fault he's no longer lying in it.  

“Yeah, well...I'm not the only one she was seeing. Turns out Sharon was also sleeping with my other best friend. Betrayal begets betrayal. Mine just cost me everything.” His voice is soft and low. “I miss you, Y/N. I just--can't we try again?” You can hear the hope in him. Steve wanted to start over, a fresh start ever since you filed for divorce. It just wasn't ever going to happen. Not now...not ever.  

“Did Bucky tell you?” You watch the man in question take off his shirt and lay down on the bed, patting the space next to him. “We're-uh, we're getting married. He asked me to marry him.” Bucky shakes his head and for a moment regret courses through you.  

“Are you fucking serious?!” Steve yells through the phone and you move it away from your ear.

“It's only been a few months and you're ready to start a new life with him?! Un-fucking-real, Y/N! Such fucking bullshit!” Steve’s mad as hell, but again, this is all his doing.  

“This isn't how you should have found out, but it was bound to happen. I'm not sorry, Steve, but there wouldn't be a Bucky and me if there wasn't a Sharon and you, and I'm not the one that cheated!” Bucky nods in agreement, even though he had admitted to you he'd been in love with you for longer than he can remember. He dated it back to high school, but Steve had got to you first. Steve would always be your first love, but sometimes first loves can have an expiration date. That date was five months ago when you lawyered up. Steve’s time with you had come to an end.

“I can't believe you won't give us a second chance, Y/N! He won't let you, will he? He's always wanted you for himself!”

You turn away from Bucky before the tears start to fall. He's spent too many nights wiping them from your eyes. That's why the two of you were together now. Bucky had been your rock through everything. It only made sense you'd end up as a couple.

“Bucky has nothing to with my choice, Steve!” Your voice becoming shaky through the phone. “I tried, Steve! For a year, I tried! Do you know what it's like to find out your husband is cheating on you while you’re pregnant?! It's the worst kind of pain imaginable...but still I tried! Why?! Because I loved you, and in the end, it didn't mean shit! All the tears I shed, the therapy I went to, the family counseling we did...it meant fuck all of nothing! You never stopped seeing her! You made your choice, now allow me to make my own!” You were yelling at him now. This is always how these phone calls went. You fell into the trap once again.

“You have to live with this. It took me a fucking year, Steve! A year to file and say enough is enough! You had a year to change, to fix what you broke. A year to think about me and the girls. If Gracie, Sarah, and McKenna, weren't enough to change your mind, there wasn't anything more I could do! In one month, our divorce will be final, and Bucky and I will be moving on. You don't have to like it, but you must live with it. It's time to let me go!”  

Bucky has now moved from the bed and has wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to ground you...offer you comfort in his touch. This is something he does every time things with Steve go south. You'll always be grateful to him for this.

“I'll never stop, ya know?” Steve says through his own sniffles, “I'll never stop trying...stop loving you.” You can't control Steve, that much was obvious, but you can control you, and you've already moved on and let go. It really was time for him to do the same.

“You'll get the…” you trailed off, your fiancé grabbing the phone out of your hands.

“Steve…” Bucky says sternly to his best friend, “come on, man...this has to stop.” There's silence from Bucky and you can hear Steve talking to him but can't make out the words.

“I know you're upset, but you can't keep doing this to her or yourself. I love you like a brother, man…always will, but it's time to let this go. It's time for all of us to heal.” You'd never been more thankful for him to take over a phone call in your life. Even though their relationship is strained, he always seems to be able to talk Steve down. He really is Steve’s best friend.  

“It's been a long day, and Y/N and I need to rest. We have more shit to attend tomorrow and Stark expects us to come home with a full report. Please kiss the girls for us? Thanks. See you soon, bye.” Bucky hangs up the phone and moves over to you.  “You ok?” He wraps you up in a tight hug.

“Yeah, he just always gets to me.” Bucky kisses you on the forehead and it makes you smile.

“It'll be over soon and then we'll move on. Can I make a suggestion, though?” He moves back just a little to look you in the eyes. “Let’s refrain from telling him everything.” Bucky places a hand on your stomach in a show of intimacy, he's becoming increasingly attached to that part of your body as of late. “He doesn't need to know quite yet about our little nugget. Steve can't be the only one good at keeping secrets.”  

Bucky's right, Steve doesn't need to know. Steve broke your heart and happiness once before. You refused to let him steal another moment from you ever again.

“I agree. This is one secret I’ll happily keep. Steve won’t break my spirit again.”  

[harper-hook]

Helping Hands

Harper and Harriet

Harriet huffed, bored as her pirate crew filed out of Anthony’s grandma’s place, dispersing to cause havoc for some nearby shops and vendors. The kickback was fun for what it was, dancing and drinking. She preferred to be back on the ship, all the noise was giving her a headache.

Ready for the night to be over, he mentally did a head count of her crew. Her brow furrowed, not spotting Harper anywhere. Her naïve baby sister who she graciously allowed to tag along with her crew tonight. She was probably still inside.

Harriet stepped back through the doors, scanning the crowds. She knew her sister’s crowd. She spotted De Vil’s son, hiding from the Gastons, and Jafar’s son, standing in the corner, lip locked with some blonde. Her eyes narrowed, making a mental note of it.

She didn’t let it show but now she was starting to get worried. Harper didn’t fuck with most people. “Harper! We’re leaving!” She barked, not getting an answer. “Harper!”

Mentally she racked her brain, trying to remember the last place she saw her. Nothing was coming to mind. “Sammy!” Her first mate was at her beckon call. “Harper?” With the shake of his head, she growled and looked around the alleyways.

As per normal of kickbacks, people were crowded in the alleys, making out or shooting up. Just when she hit the last alley, a loud metal clang rang out. “You stupid-” She heard a gruff voice, followed by the sound of skin on skin.

Harriet turned the corner and saw red, spotting a man towering over her baby sister with a bloody nose. “HEY!” She screamed. Before she could finish yelling, a couple of her brew were on top of the man, Sammy jumping in too.

Harriet sneered at the fight in front of her, her gaze softening as she turned to Harper. She pulled her off the ground, snarling at the damage. Harper’s nose was bloody and there were already hickeys on her neck. Her shirt was unbuttoned.

She was none too gentle as she wiped the blood off her face. “Harper, what happened?” She whispered. Harper's gaze was unfocused, still in shock.

Harriet sneered, watching her crew kick the offender around. “C’mon, we’re going back to the ship.” She tugged on Harper’s arm, not letting go this time. At least, not yet.

Harry and Harper

Harper gave another forced smile as the yacht unloaded back at the dock. Mal had just stopped Uma’s plot and the party was carrying on, But Harper didn’t feel like celebrating. She had something to take care of. She just hoped Harriet passed on her message.

Luckily it was just a 5 minute walk through he woods to get back to Auradon Prep. She rolled her eyes as the main door was unlocked but proceeded down the hall. She reached the Remedial Goodness room and strolled in, carelessly slamming the door shut. 

She rolled the TV out of the closet and turned it on. She sat on the table and waiting a bit nervously for the picture to clear. She watched as her older brother came into view.

He was sitting in Maleficent’s old castle that looked completely ransacked. Harry himself didn’t look much better, nursing a black eye and bloody lip. “What the fuck happened to you?!” Harper screeched, furious. If it was one of her gang...

“Bar fight. Don’t worry about it.” He waved her off. Harper relaxed but only a little bit. It fell into an awkward silence. “I’m gonna get you out.” She started. “I’ve already talked to Ben and he said he’d work on it.” She grinned.

Harry hummed, looking troubled. Her smile fell. “What’s wrong?” Her mind immediately flew to the worst . “We didn’t... kill someone, did we?” She bit her lip nervously.

Harry’s booming laughter startled her. She pouted, watching him laugh until he started wheezing. “Your lot couldn’t have killed someone with their terrible swords skills. Even you’ve got shoddy.” He grinned. 

“Whatever.” Harper snorted, rolling her eyes. “But seriously,” Harry paused. “How long have you and Jafar’s spawn...” Harry gestured vaguely, making her mouth drop open. 

“What’s it to you?” She sniffed. “So you’re not gonna deny it?” He looked shocked. “No, I love Jay and he loves me-” She glared as Harry began to fake vomit with over exaggerated gags.

“Are you done?” She asked, crossing her arms. He snickered, finally calming down. “I just don’t think he’s not good enough for you.” He crossed his arms, matching her. “I think he’s good enough.” She retorted. “Fine, be wrong.” Harry snapped.

It got quiet again. “I just want you to be happy. And I don’t want him to hurt you.” Harry admitted. “He won’t hurt me, he’s too scared to.” She laughed. “And I'm very happy. And I'll be even happier when I’ve got the rest of my family with me.” 

Harry gave Harper a small smile. “And I’ll be looking forward to that, baby sister. Bt for now, go wreck some havoc.” He grinned maniacally, Harper returning it. She leaned forward and clicked the TV off, just sitting in silence for a few minutes. Looks like she had a lot of work to do.

CJ and Harper

It was a shock when CJ barged through her door at 9AM, demanding that Harper cut her hair. “This couldn’t have waited until later because...” She had asked.

“When I want something, I get it. And I really want my hair cut.” CJ explained excitedly. Harper rasied an eyebrow. CJ sighed. “Ok, so I may have a date with Freddie later-” CJ winced as Harper started jumping up and down, clapping and yelling, “I knew it! I knew it!”

“Shut up!” CJ whined, face red. “And if it fucks up my head, I’ll have time to buy a pretty new hat.” She reasoned. “So you’re doing it.” 

Luckily, Harper had a bunch of hair clips that Evie had left to pin up CJ’s hair. She turned on the electric razor that CJ ‘bought’ and turned to the blank slate in front of her.

She got to work, shaving with no real design in mind yet. “So, Freddie? What about Zevon?” She asked. “What about him?” CJ asked, sounding uninterested. “Shit, fair enough.” Harper shrugged, happy to see the little creep gone. 

Harper suddenly had a devious idea. “So CJ, remember when we were younger-” “Probably not.” “And you got mad at me and you cut off my hair while I was sleeping.” Harper continued sweetly, feeling CJ stiffen.

“Harper, I swear I’ll beat your ass and I’ll tell Harriet and she'll-” “Calm down!” Harper snapped, giggling. “I’m joking. I don’t have a death wish.” 

Harper continued CJ’s undercut, making small talk and laughing about Anthony’s obvious crush on Harriet and Harry’s borderline obsession with Uma. “I just don’t get boys sometimes. They’re so dumb!” CJ groaned. “They make up for being dumb by being cute.” Harper said, a small smile playing at her lips. “Whatever you say.” CJ sighed.

Harper brushed blonde hair off her lap and pulled out a small cracked mirror. “Alright, sis. Take a look.” Harper waited with baited breath. CJ gasped. “Aw, Harper!” Harper was stunned as CJ practically launched herself at her, hugging her around the neck tightly. “It’s amazing!”

Harper hugged her half sister back, spotting the clock on the wall. “Holy shit, it’s already 11!” She announced. “Fuck!” CJ snapped, quickly gathering her stuff and Harper’s red leather coat. “Hope you don’t mind if I borrow this. Bye!” CJ yelled quickly. “Wait!” Harper was cut off by the door slamming.

Harper let out a small laugh, flopping back down on her bed. Hopefully she’d get her coat back in one piece.