#when i finally get caught up i have so many fanfic ideas one being where conan gets recognition for the cases he solved for kogoro

[aro-aizawa]

one of my minor skills is having a great ear for when voice actors change even if the voices are v similar and they're speaking a language i don't. im much quicker when it comes to my favourite characters, but also surprisingly my least favourite. unfortunately, even tho this guy was my least character character i actually really liked his voice it was like,,, one of two things i liked abt him. now that its gone.........

[lovelynim]

Fanfiction

Zenless Zone Zero - Asaba Harumasa (feat. Reader x Harumasa)

A/N: I don't even know where I start to explain the idea behind this one. Well, fanfics are canon in ZZZ and Harumasa is aware his fans write fics for him so... yeah.

Summary: Harumasa is reading a fanfic at work.

Word count: 1844 words

Harumasa sighed, slouching in his chair while the report pages rested empty on top of his desk. There was still about two hours before he could finally clock out and his body simply refused to waste its energy on filling those insufferable documents.

He already had to risk his life fighting ethereals, exploring hollows and doing medical check-ups, why did he also have to worry about explaining how any of those went? Why did it even matter in the first place? They just happened, weren’t the higher ups glad enough that he saved the day?

“Asaba-kun,” a cold, firm female voice came from behind him, making Harumasa jump in his seat and sit back up straight, dragging him from his thoughts back to reality. “Are you making progress with your reports? It would be troublesome to request another deadline extension after a two month delay.”

“D-deputy chief, you scared me!” Harumasa whined softly, his hand pressing flat against his chest while he looked up to Yanagi with puppy-like eyes. “Of course I’m making progress, but it’s just so har-”

“Good,” Yanagi nodded with a smile, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder, “I’m sure you can make it up for all the reports behind the schedule, Asaba-kun,” she added before walking away to pay some mind to whatever matter was going on with Soukaku and Miyabi.

‘So mean!’, Harumasa thought, how could the deputy chief of all people not even bother to offer him some help with that endless pile of work? He frowned, resting an elbow on top of his desk and his head on top of his hand. Well, there were still two hours, right? He could kill off some time and do that report later…

He reached for his cellphone, which was just by the side of the pile of work he was trying so hard to ignore, and mindlessly moved his thumb around the screen, drawing an arrow and unlocking the device.

Browsing through the interknot shouldn’t be that much of a big deal to most people, but things may get a little interesting when you have an army of restless fans that are chronically online, to say the least. It was still a little hard for him to believe what kind of thing his admirers would do and create: drawings, banners, edits of his fights’ footage with upbeat songs, and even fictional stories… Now that he thought about it, Harumasa was probably the one inside the Section 6 that paid the most attention to these contents: Yanagi usually brushed them off with a polite smile, not even daring to give them a second look; Miyabi didn’t understand the concept behind people’s admiration towards her; and Soukaku only cared about the gifts she could eat.

Still, while being popular could be a little troublesome at times (like when he was trying to sneak out with a certain proxy), having a legion of followers would come handy at boring moments like this. After all, Harumasa knew there would always be something to entertain himself with.

“Masa-masa enthusiasts explain why he is so cute; Check it out!”, “Ten things you didn’t know about Asaba Harumasa!”, “Harumasa caught secret dating?!”, “Harumasa spotted at the Lumina Square! See more pictures here”...

Harumasa rolled his eyes, scrolling past all the posts he deemed dumb. Why was the tag with his name filled with so many weird articles anyway? Where was the good stuff at? He let out a quiet groan, continuing to search for something that actually deserved his attention.

He continued to search, post after post, article after article, photo after photo. After a couple moments digging throughout the interknot, a post from the “Archive of Our Eridu” caught his attention. Finally some good fan made content, Harumasa through, smirking slightly as he clicked the link and opened it.

“‘Harumasa/Reader’, huh..?” He mumbled, shifting in his chair as his eyes moved past the tags, skipping the summary and the author’s notes to finally get to the actual story. 

‘You watch your captive slowly regain his consciousness, his muffled groans barely making past the improvised gag and his limbs’ moving restrained by the tightly tied ropes’- Harumasa arched one eyebrow at the content and its form, remembering one of the fanfic’s tags. 

Right, this should be someone else’s point-of-view, which means… the said ‘captive’ was him? Wait, how was he supposed to read it if he was doing both roles? 

Harumasa frowned, shaking his head. Probably the author never expected him, of all the users in the interknot, to stumble upon this. Still, he should probably just think of ‘reader’ as a different person while reading it, that should make things easier for him to understand and get through the text. 

So, back to it…

It was a straight forward setting. The reader in question was playing the role of some sort of criminal organization’s leader while Harumasa played… well, his own role. For some reason, the author skipped the previous events that led to the current scene - Harumasa assumed that would be too much context - and the first paragraphs described some sort of… interrogation? At least, that’s what it sounded like.

“Heh, am I going to fall in love with the bad guys here..?” Harumasa giggled with the thought, surprisingly amused as the reader threatened and tried to intimidate him. “They are making me sound so stubborn here…”

Harumasa continued to read, flinching when the reader snatched the tape off his lips, imagining how much it would sting, and even unawarely mimicking his reactions described in the story: parted lips, half closed eyes, erratic breathing…

‘We already took care of your colleagues. No one is coming to save you, Asaba, you better speak’, he shifted in his seat at that line. ‘Hah, even better. Do your worst, you’ll get nothing from me’, was he actually this sassy? And what’s up with the attitude? Harumasa shook his head, rolling his eyes at the cliché threats from the reader. Maybe he did set the bar too high for some amateur stor-

‘Pain? Who said anything about hurting you, my dear Asaba? I have my own methods of making you talk’, oh? Was that the beginning of the steamy parts? Harumasa looked around the office, making sure Yanagi was still in her seat before continuing his reading.

Being caught reading this kind of stuff would be even worse than getting caught slacking off. Gladly, Soukaku seemed to be doing an amazing job at keeping the deputy chief busy. 

Alright, time to resume it.

‘What?’. ‘Ah, Asaba… I’ve always been fond of you, I could never bring myself to hurt that pretty face of yours, but… I still need to make you talk, right?’ He could feel his cheeks warming up a little, imagining the scene a bit beyond what was written. 

Ah, this better not be something weird awakening inside him, Harumasa thought.

There was still no action. The story only described how the reader walked around him, wandering in the room and circling the chair he was tied to while explaining to Harumasa the roots of their affection for him. Still, Harumasa couldn’t help but to feel his heart beating a little faster with anticipation - both as the audience and as a form of sympathy towards his character.

The next part had Harumasa leaning more and more on the edge of his seat, going an inch forward with each word read. The description mentioned something like the reader sitting at Harumasa’s lap, popping his shirt’s buttons open one after the other and pushing his shirt away, exposing his bare chest.

‘Get your hands… off me, you f-freak!’. “Why? Are you nervous? Feeling shy? Maybe there is something stuck at the back of your throat? Let me get it out for you’.

Harumasa felt a shiver run up his spine, regretting ever underestimating one of his fan’s work. The description had him wrapped around its finger and even he himself couldn’t figure out what was so good about it - neither what made it sound so awfully hot.

‘You began to drag your fingers around his toned midriff, circling his navel before teasing his sides. You watched Harumasa tense up, sucking in stomach, trying to avoid your touch. You chuckle, fondly, tickling the edge of his waist.’

So this was the torture they had in mind? Tickling? Harumasa looked up, lowering his phone for a moment and contemplating the idea. Unexpected, yes. Unwelcomed? Not sure. He couldn’t really tell if he was ticklish - was there ever a time for him to figure it out?

Of course, the lack of this confirmation didn’t stop this fan, it seemed. He should probably leave a like in their work for the effort - finding a piece of information that Harumasa himself wasn’t aware of. Heh.

But, back to the fanfiction… Why was it making his heart flutter? Or, even better, why was he struck by the imaginary feeling of it?

He could feel a ghost-like sensation roaming his body. Unconsciously hitching his breath, brushing a hand over whatever spot was mentioned to get rid of the phantom feeling and even catching himself smiling at nothing but his own thoughts.

‘Harumasa laugh helplessly under your hands. You dig your finds under his arms, squirming your way past his defenses despite his efforts into clasping his elbows to his torso. He throws his head back and you can’t help but to give his neck a little tease’.

“...w-what kind of freak would be into this stuff?” He groaned quietly, pouting while his cheeks felt warmer than before. Harumasa even lifted his hand - after hesitating a little, for some reason - to rub his neck, trying to shift his attention from the nonexistent sensation.

Stomach, side, neck, ears, thighs, knees, waist, feet, back… even his hands! How many words did that fanfic even have?!

Harumasa crossed his legs before leaning back into the chair, his breathing quickened for some reason. “A-ahm, does anyone mind if I turn on the AC?” Harumasa whined sheepishly, hooking a finger around his collar to loosen it.

“No, go ah- Asaba-kun, are you feeling alright?” Yanagi asked, furrowing her brows slightly with concern. “You actually look sick, do you need me to-”

“I-it’s fine, deputy chief,” Harumasa sighed, wiping a drop of sweat from the side of his face and fanning it with his hand. “Just a little… overwhelmed, I’ll be fine,” he pulled out a forced smile, making Yanagi nod despite the doubt.

He should stop reading these things at work…

Brr, brr.

Wise lifted his head from his pillow, turning around and giving his attention to his phone instead of trying to sleep. Reaching out to it, taking him less than a couple swipes to check the reason behind the noise. 

[A guest left ludos on Harumasa’s Interrogation], read the e-mail. Wise shrugged, placing his phone back on the table. Well, at least something was doing numbers, unlike this commission he was stuck at… but he should be able to do it after a good nap!

[teecupangel]

Tee, I'm re-reading Esama's glorious Sailing the Stars again and, a few chapters in, I thought- if the Desmond who could Hear Us got caught up in this scenario, many of us would be screaming at each other. Some in panic, some in excitement, and a few/one of us are starting to sound slightly unhinged from how long we've been laughing (read: cackling) for and how it's been growing so loud that's it's more like mad howling and it starts to drown out everyone else through sheer Awkwardness and how Unnerving it is.

Meanwhile, Desmond is just standing, awkwardly, before either a couple of Jedi or the entire Council- who are also slightly frozen in awkwardness because the Force is being as unhinged as the Cacklers but less Awkward and Unnerving and more, laughing/howling at a joke that it's decidedly Not Explaining. To Anyone.

And then the cackling suddenly stops and someone says, with a slasher grin you could almost hear: "Hey Des baby, can you go ruin the entire fucking careers of some Siths for us? Pretty please?"

Not sure which time Desmond would come out of, but I find it hilarious if Desmond manages to appear during a time when Qui Gon Jinn and Dooku were having problems later in their relationship but before he takes Vosa as his padawan and now Jinn has to deal with not only the knowledge that His Master Fucks but also has, and does occasionally, Fuck with Sifo Dyas and Madame Nu when the time and preference arises. The mental damage alone has some of Us laughing our asses off. Not to mention the implicated existence of Actual Gods/Patrons and the multiverse.

Sailing the Stars by esama (If you love Star Wars and Desmond Miles, go give it a read if you haven’t… or reread it if you already have XD)

This… isn’t exactly a fanfic of a fanfic because this can be summarized more as “Desmond gets awaken in the Star Wars timeline during maybe the Tales of the Jedi series? and he can still hear us”. I don’t think you need to have read Sailing the Stars to get this little snippet, at the very least.

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Desmond has no idea what to do.

By this point, the voices in his head, the capricious ‘watchers’, would be giving him directions or suggestions but they were all still freaking out.

Because, according to what he could actually understand from their freak outs, he was not supposed to be here and this was a ‘crossover’ and “OH MY GOD” and the occasional “I don’t know enough about this!” sprinkled here and there would imply that he wasn’t in his ‘universe’ anymore.

Even the first who talked to him had fallen silent after a dreadful “fuck, this isn’t my fandom” and that was definitely not a good sign.

The other voices he could recognize were too busy freaking out and they were arguing where Desmond.

To be more exact: they were questioning if Desmond was in ‘canon’ or in ‘legends’… whatever that meant.

There a low chant of “Desmond for Darth Revan!” that was being shushed once in a while

And here he was… just… standing.

This council of what they call Jedis was staring at him with furrowed brows, something about how the Force was surrounding him and was… very ‘chaotic’?

But not in a bad way?

Like the kind of giddy chaos that children would get into?

At least, that was what that short green… alien?

Is it racist for Desmond to call him an alien?

Aren’t they all aliens anyway?

Isn’t Desmond an alien too because, apparently, he’s different from the other humans that the Jedis have on record.

Being both more primitive and also too ‘different’ to be considered one of the older ones, whatever that means.

Desmond would have assumed that it was because of his Isu-human gene ratio but the more logical reason would probably be because he was…

Well…

Not from this universe.

Not that he was going to say that.

Even if he did, they would probably just assume he meant not from this specific ‘galaxy’ or whatever.

Desmond would take any kind of distraction at this point and he finally got his wish when the door slid open and two more men entered the room.

The voices were silent for a moment before some of them began to shout, “Oh my god. Is that Count Dooku?! He’s soooo young.”

“Oooohhh, Qui Gon Jinn! Look at him! He’s so baby!”

Desmond’s eyes met the older man that he was certain was supposed to be Count Dooku and the voices hushed for a moment before someone whispered.

“300K, slowburn, corruption arc, hurt and comfort, BAMF Desmond Miles, Good Count Dooku.”

Desmond wanted to sigh.

Maybe he should just run away at this point?

[janicekao]

Your Choice (bwam)

Pairing:Gong Yoo x Black OC (dark smut) Summary: Based off of the details in season two of the series "Squid Game." Bella Haven,a fellow gambling addict, close friend, and neighbor to Gi-hun helps with tracking down the recruiter who once played Ddakji with Gi-hun many years ago. That one game of Ddakji changed his life for the worse and ultimately sent him to the Squid Game after receiving a business card that starts it all. When Bella finally catches the recruiter for her friend, she gets caught up in a gamble like none other... far from a game of Ddakji. Warnings:age gap, bdsm, weapons, violence, r0ugh s3x, smut, gambling, mental illness, fanfic, dubc0n, etc. 6367 words Wattpad link:

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"The recruiter is six feet three inches tall." Bella Haven seems to have a knack for making odd friends. She sits on the floor of her friend Seong Gi-hun's apartment as they share two piping hot ramyeons. Gi-hun being twenty-six years her senior, activates his fatherly instincts as he lets Bella get full off of the majority of the rice cake and shrimp that they share. She reminds him of his daughter that he hasn't seen in years, both smart and beautiful girls... surely Bella can help him with this problem that he's been having, he could really use her craftiness.

Gi-hun continues as Bella listens in while slurping back noodles. "The man I need you to look for wears expensive suits with his hair neatly pomaded back into a style. But what stands out about him the most is his actions. He carries a briefcase of money and asks people to play Ddakji with him. The whole game is a gamble, if you lose, he slaps the taste out of your mouth... if you win he'll begin to hand out money. He preys on the poor, the citizens in debt! People who will foolishly continue to play with him. At one time in my life, I was one of those people."

"Sweetie, I don't think you're listening to me." He pouts. "This man hands out a card that entraps people in the Squid Game after calling the number on it. Out of 456 players I was the only one who made it out alive, Bella if I don't find this man, he will do it again. The recruiter will continue to give innocent people this card and usher them into the games where they have no idea that their life is at stake! Bella please!"

"Gi-hun, I hear you." She sighs with slight defiance.

Insanely worried about the mental health of her friend and neighbor, Bella hates when Gi-hun talks about his time at what she believes was a mythical place where the in-debt citizens of South Korea risk their lives playing deadly children games to get a large lump-sum of cash. If he were the winner, and the only one who made it out alive, where is his huge stack of money? "I just don't understand what I have to do with this? I mean really, what can I do? Aren't you paying some of Seoul's biggest gangsters a lot of won to find this man at the subway station? If they can't do it, what makes you think that I can?"

"Because Bella..." He insists. "I still remember what happened with that American fiancé of yours. When he was stationed here in Korea and the asshole tried to leave you. He tried to take the money you both saved up together and go back to the States without you. I don't mean to bring up old dirt my dear, but the way you tracked him down in days before he could even book a flight, that's the kind of person I need on this."

The memory of being nearly left at the altar three years ago makes her cringe. But he's right, Bella has the unnecessary skill for tracking.

Taking a pause on their meal, she sighs. "Fine... So I'll go look for the tall handsome guy playing Ddakji at the train station and slapping people around, happy?"

"You're the best." Gi-hun finally smiles. "You find him, and I'll have a hundred-thousand won waiting for you."

She immediately refuses it. "Not necessary, keep your money, that's what friends are for."

Gi-hun nods with a warmed heart. "Right, friends."

"But you can pay me in that last rice cake however." Already nearly swallowing the rice cake whole, she doesn't await an answer. Watching the cute twenty-six year old with full cheeks of rice cake makes Gi-hun chuckle.

...

"Bella?" He asks, suddenly becoming curious. "I'm glad you stayed in Korea, but can I ask why you never went back home to America?"

Bella ponders for an answer... Truthfully, why would she want to go back to the States where the men are spineless and her family hasn't reached out to her in years? Most of all, how would she even get there? Her money has gotten low and having the same addiction to gambling as Gi-hun does, really doesn't help with the fee of a plane ticket... Honestly, for the meantime it might just be best for Bella to stay exactly where she is— keeping an apartment with low rent and a decent landlord, and surrounded by people that actually care for her.

Finally she shrugs. "Go back to America? Have you seen the president they elected? I think I'm fine right here in Seoul."

———

A week of time passes and with Bella's incredible luck and skill she finds a man who fits Gi-hun's description of the recruiter just right. At first she wasn't sure if it were the man he was looking for... Do you know how many men wear nice suits and carry a briefcase in Seoul? A lot. But it was the man's actions that lead her to believe that he was exactly who she was looking for.

As Bella trails him, the man stops at a local bakery where he makes a purchase of a hundred pieces of bread and a hundred lottery tickets.

He walks to the nearest park with pride and an uneasy smile on his face as he presents the homeless people who live in squalor there the choice of choosing bread that they are starving for, or a lottery ticket...

A gamble, a game.

The impoverished dumbly all choose the lottery ticket instead of feeding themselves today. And when they are given a coin to scratch the ticket, to no surprise they all are duds, no winners at all.

Although Gi-hun and Bella are both a victim to the greed of money and gambling, seeing starving people choose a lottery ticket over food that they need really shows how bad the hidden side of poverty in Korea has gotten.

After the homeless have made their choices, the recruiter does the unthinkable. With bags still loaded and full of bread, he pours it onto the concrete and stomps the pastries to absolute mush.

The hungry onlookers watch in disbelief, but who is there to blame when they chose the lottery ticket instead.

As the recruiter slicks back his hair, taking himself out of the wild outburst, Bella realizes how psychotic he really is. The man seems to be proud of himself. Having enjoyed teaching people a lesson and forcing them into difficult choices.

He laughs... he's excited, maybe even aroused.

Bella thought that the man she is spying on couldn't be crazier, but after a few more hours of researching him, he surely proves her wrong.

After the incident at the park, Bella continues to follow carefully after the man when she recognizes a familiar face that sneaks behind him. One of the gangsters. She recognizes the man as one of the gangsters Gi-hun also hired to help look for this man. But the recruiter isn't pleased by their company. Unimpressed with being followed around, he attacks the gangster, leaving him limping and bruised by the brutal beating of his briefcase...

Bella knows now that coming into the man's space isn't the best idea and she decides to give Gi-hun a call about the good news... Even though the man is dangerous, at least they have finally found him.

During the call, Gi-hun clearly worries about Bella's safety. "Don't approach him!" He warns. "I'm on my way, just stay on his tail but stay hidden!"

And so she does. Bella keeps her distance as she follows the man to his next destination, and sure enough he enters the subway station offering the poor and vulnerable a game of Ddakji.

From a distance, she watches the recruiter play this game one after the other. People continue to play the game and accept his slaps each time that they lose, all in hopes of winning a hundred-thousand won in the next round... After a while of watching from a far, it gets to be too much for Bella. She can't stand to watch him take advantage of another financially irresponsible person again! Clearly these people need help! Not to be assaulted and humiliated for their greed of money.

She takes Gi-hun's advice with a grain of salt, soon ignoring his pleads for her safety and approaching the man after all.

"Hey! You!" Bella's blood warms to a near boil off of her courage alone. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Finally crossing the train track and entering the platform on his side, she soon realizes that the man is much taller than she expected... finding herself cranking her neck upwards to try and talk 'down' on him.

"Me?" He asks sarcastically. "Just playing some Ddakji."

She scoffs. Bella looks towards the slapped-red faced gambling victim and tells him to scram. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself you know." Her scorning continues, "how dare you take advantage of people in a bad situation!?"

"It's you." His head cocks to the side as he finally recognizes her. "Yeah, you've been the one trailing me, haven't you?"

Never having made eye contact with the man the entire time she spied on him, she isn't sure how he knows exactly what she has been up to... a lie spills from her tongue. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

He gently chuckles at her terrible fibbing. "Is there something that you want? Who has you spying on me?"

"What you do is no secret." Bella snaps in a hushed tone to keep from onlookers. "I know about the Squid Game. Gi-hun told me—"

"Ahhh..." He coos in interruption. "Player 456."

Damn it... Maybe great at tracking someone down, but holding her tongue? Not as much.

"How old are you?" The recruiter asks.

She gulps. "Twenty-six."

He bites his lip at the unsure thought of their near twenty year age gap, however Bella's spunk and eye candy appearance surely is amusing. "I'm glad to see Player 456 is spending his earnings well." The man instantly assumes that Bella is paid for... Gi-hun's play toy that is.

Offended is an understatement. "Excuse me?"

He snickers. "Well how else would you know Gi-hun? He's twice your age."

"He's my friend asshole!" Bella scoffs. "Which is why I know everything about you... and your employer too!"

"Oh do you now?" The man questions. "And you actually trust everything your friend has told you?"

...

For years now Bella has thought Gi-hun's talk about the Squid Game were only a crazy delusion of his... But still she rather trust her friend than this lunatic that she has witnessed today. "Without a doubt in my mind. He's on his way here by the way, he needs to speak with you. I want you to stop your running and listen to what he has to say. A meeting with you has been on his mind for a long time now."

"I'll meet with him." The recruiter agrees. "What's better than seeing an old friend again. But first, would you like to play a game with me?"

"I've sat here watching you play this same game over and over again with people... No thanks, I'd rather not be slapped and humiliated." Her tone comes out harsh, just as she means it.

"Slap you?" Diamonds glimmer from his expensive watch as he lifts his hand to Bella's face, lightly caressing her cheek and tucking her fro behind her ear. "A face this pretty? Never."

The compliment was unexpected and Bella blushes red hot. 'Games' she tells herself. 'Don't let him get to you, all he plays are games.'

"Not even an attempt at a hundred-thousand won?" He opens his briefcase to the sight of money, trying his hardest to convince the girl with hopes that she too is a gambling addict.. Little does he know, Bella is.

She licks her lips at the sight of the money thinking that maybe one game wouldn't hurt. With an unhealthy love for lottery and games, she finds it impossible to say no. However she still knows his ploys and tactics. "Fine I'll play, but I don't want a card to the Squid Game. I know all about it, I'd never go."

As Bella reaches for the Ddakji pieces, he instantly refuses her. "No Squid Game, just a night with me."

He doesn't want to play Ddakji, this causes Bella utmost confusion. "A night of what?"

"A night of more games." He persuades with a handsome smile. "So, what do you say?"

———

The Pink Hotel.

One of Seoul's oldest and most well known hotels although currently it's closed and going through renovation.

"Here is fine." The recruiter insists.

Bella looks around at the street becoming uncomfortably empty now that night is falling. "Here? Isn't this place closed?"

"I have a room." He begins to cross the street. "Are you coming?"

...

She'd be such a fool to go into this building with a man who's done the most atrocious things today... From assaulting people, to belittling them... What could he have planned for her?

Rain begins to fall, soaking Bella and her rags of clothes as she stands with a stranger on a corner of a strange street. "You'll get sick out here, the rain is ice cold. What are you waiting for?"

"Maybe we should go back, Gi-hun expects you and I to be at the station still..." As rain pounds them, Bella raises her soft voice to be heard over the sound of the rain's drum.

"I've told you once before, if Gi-hun would like a word, I'll be sure to come to him. We can go back after this storm." The man uses his sly tactics to get Bella exactly where he wants her. "Sorry, I just thought you'd want the chance to make a few hundred-thousand won."

"A few?" Mind back on money, she doesn't think straight any longer. "I thought I'd earn only one hundred-thousand if I won... I'm a few million won in debt, so what are you saying? I could actually earn more?"

His slick hair with partnered raindrops drips and compliments his chiseled jaw. Instead of answering, another handsome-toothy chuckle escapes the depths of his baritoned voice. He continues towards the hotel, and instead of staying out in the cold becoming drenched by rain, Bella follows right behind him.

The two enter the hotel and just as Bella thought, the building is clearly under reconstruction. The place is absolutely empty tonight with not even an employee behind the lobby's desk.

Together they enter a sketchy elevator, taking an awkward and quiet ride to the fourth floor. At their stop, Bella follows behind the man as she tries her best to keep up with his steady stride and long legs. He uses a key to unlock the room's door and as they enter, Bella doesn't realize that he locks the door behind them.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks. "Water, Soju maybe?"

"No thanks... I'm fine." Bella takes notice to the stale smell of the old room. Although it's not exactly warm and polished, it still very clearly untouched. Is this really his room? Or is it also the first time he's been here himself? "So what's your name? What do I call you?"

"Hmm." He ponders slightly as he pulls a chair out at a small circle table for Bella to sit in, and soon sits in one across from her. "Call me whatever you and Player 456 have been calling me."

"Fine." Bella shrugs. "The salesman, the recruiter, the devil..."

He chuckles. "Then that'll do just fine. Let's play."

Bella awaits their game of Ddakji, however the recruiter has something else in mind as a gun is suddenly pointed at her.

Her first response is to immediately jump up from her chair.

"Sit down." His voice, a usually calm and collected tone has quickly become a demanding threat.

Afraid of being shot, Bella slowly lows her body back into the chair. Tears stain her cheeks and frustration clouds her head. She's just as bad as the rest of his victims today... Just as naive and money hungry, and now look what has happened.

The recruiter stands from his chair and loads his gun with one bullet. "The game is Russian Roulette." He begins. "My revolver holds six bullets, yet I've only filled one round. I'll spin in it, and the both of us are clueless to where it landed yet we have equal chances of being shot. Shall we begin?"

"The fuck?" Bella fumes. "I thought we'd spend the night putting money down on a card game o-or having the loser take shots of soju if they lose in Ddakji."

"Child's play." He shrugs.

"Fuck you, I won't play." She snatches her teary eye contact from him and it injures his heart.

For her, he'll even switch up the rules a little. "Fine, I won't be so rough on you. I'll allow you to skip your turn, by doing this enough, you'll never have the trigger pulled on you... you would end up winning. You could have the entire million won in my briefcase right now and it would be rightfully yours."

A million won? If Bella had a million won, she'd finally be out of debt.

Seeing that she's already here and in his possession, she pokes at seeing exactly what she'll have to do for it.. "What do I have to do to skip my turn?"

"Endure the gun." The recruiter states clearly. "...Between your legs that is."

...

She nearly chokes.

Did he really just ask that?

"You're sick." Teeth gritted together, Bella could absolutely spit on the lunatic for asking something as vile as that.

Onto his knees, the man nearly begs for her participation. His voice begins to tremble with desperate need and desire. "Five million won?"

Her eyes widen into dollar signs. Five million won? It would pay her debt, her bills, and keep money in her pocket.

Five million won to play this game, and risk getting shot, or to just go and fuck his gun.

After taking it into consideration, Bella decides to go for it and when the night ends, she'll place this evening behind her and live a wealthy life with an erased memory of it.

Standing from her chair, the recruiter watches the trembling young minx lower her denim shorts along with her lace panties— sitting back into her chair with the bottom half of her body completely bare.

He catches a glimpse of her womanhood below, nearly salivating and drawing his eyebrow up in tempted curiosity.

"So let's play." Back into his own chair, the man points the gun at Bella's chest and pulls the trigger.

The gun clicks... no bullet.

With a heart beating out of her chest, Bella screams bloody murder. How could he!? How could he pull the trigger on her without even giving her the choice!? "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

"I knew you were lucky." He states calmly. "There wasn't anything to worry about. Now we are down to the probability of two out of six. My turn."

The recruiter comes across the table, not even an inch from Bella's face as she watches in horror. Her nostrils fill with his handsome cologne and the sight of stained blood on his cheek from beating up the gangster earlier becomes even more prevalent.

The man refuses to break eye contact as he opens his mouth and deep throat's the barrel of his gun.

So close to this man that if the bullet decided to land this round, his brains would absolutely drench her. "Please don't." She begs.

He does it anyways.

Click... no bullet.

He chuckles... a laugh that is overly maniacal. "Your turn again, what will you choose?"

He begins to tease her. "You see, it really isn't all that difficult."

Bella gulps.

Knowing that she isn't about to aim this gun at her head, she trembles as she slowly widens her legs.

"Ahhh I see..." He groans in clear utter excitement.

The recruiter walks in her direction and eases his free hand into her lap. She watches the large palm with handsomely long fingers ease between her thighs, biting her lip at the infatuation of how a man's veiny hand looks paired with an expensive watch on his wrist between her legs.

His two most middle fingers invite themselves to her cunt. Circling softly and bringing her to quiet moans. Bella grabs his wrist. "What are you doing to me?"

"Shhh." He hushes. "You wouldn't want this to enter you, unwarmed, now would you?"

Bella pushes his hand away. "I can do it myself."

Her defiance is breathtaking. His infatuation with her grows to an astonishing high. "Then maybe I'll just help from behind."

As Bella leans back and widens her thighs for better access to playtime within her folds, the man watches from behind her and begins to assist.

His freehand slides down the front of her blouse, touching at her breasts and slowly teasing her hardened buds. As Bella plays with herself, her eyes loll closed from the high adrenaline of her two most favorite things, sex and a gamble.

The recruiter begins to slowly kiss her cheek, whispering lewd nothings in her ear as his lips trace her curly sideburns and edges. "Isn't this fun?" His strong grasp chokes her throat and causes Bella to moan out loud. "And don't tell me it's not, I hear the stirring of your cunt as if you were cooking sticky ramyeon. You fucking love this don't you?"

Beginning to notice her uncomfortable stirring in her seat, the recruiter refuses her orgasm unless it's on the tip of his weapon. Interrupting her masturbation, the man steps between Bella and the table, hiking her legs around his waist as Bella gasps and watches above her.

Her legs are spread wide around his large frame and shame fills her as she fails at an attempt to close them. "No, please."

"Shut up." The barrel breaches her entry causing Bella's back to arch from the chair. The metal is cold, unrealistically hard, and slightly sharp in some areas. But it's all part of their agreement.

He fucks her with it. Forcing at least four inches of cold steel in her each pump so he can find his satisfaction at the slight tug of her snugness around his barrel.

Her breathing is so rapid, she can't take her eyes off of what he's doing to her. Never in her life has she been fucked by anything but a cock or a vibrator, but tonight she watches an actual revolver pump into her as if the gun were to breed her with bullets.

"God!" She weeps from his brutish behavior. "S-Slow down!"

The recruiter grins. Although his wrist is becoming tired, the last thing he'll do is slow down. His eyes glue on the sight of pretty brown pussy soaking his gun and fingertips as it reddens each time he thrusts inside her. His jaw falls open and quickly tightens clenched shut as his erection against his dress slacks aches him like nothing before.

"Nuh-mmm!" Bella tries to refuse it and shout out 'no' but feeling so full has never felt better, instead of her refusal, a moan of clear thrill and discomfort fills the room, however the web of arousal soaking the black metal says otherwise about her enjoyment.

Feeling her climax beginning to fall over the edge, Bella grabs his wrist to end her torture.

"I wouldn't do that." He warns, sweating and brain short-circuiting with how turned on he is. "One little slip and I could pull this trigger, if you're not lucky this third time around, it could be you having a hot bullet soaring through your insides and splitting you in half."

She can't believe the thrill that trembles through his voice. He's loving every second of this.

Watching up at the older gentleman who has started to lose himself— sweating his pomade out and panting in desperation. Bella's eyes widen into fear and disbelief. "You—You frighten me."

He catches Bella by her throat, lifting her from her seat and into his gaze. The pumping of the gun as if it were a dildo quickens and roughens into deeper blows as she dangles in front of him. "And isn't being frightened absolutely exhilarating?"

He catches her gasps for air with his tongue kiss. He kisses her so well, Bella jolts feeling as if she is being fucked in a second place.

Pulling from the kiss he's given, the man notices his gun finding a harder time fucking her as Bella's hips buck and her walls tighten around it. She makes a strangled noise as her soul ascends, orgasming and falling limp into the recruiter's chest. It was never the steel of the gun that got her there... it was who was conducting it.

"You are just so pretty aren't you?" His grin is everlasting as he holds up his play toy of the night in his arms. For a taste of her fear and exhilaration, he licks a salty tear from her cheek. "Gripping this gun like you should, you might just be my best girl. Hm?"

Dumbfounded, sore, and fucked out, Bella nods with half-lidded eyes. Her legs are no good, trembling like a baby deer as she is placed back in her seat.

The recruiter wipes his weapon with his suit's handkerchief, soon wiping his own shot of cum as he reaches down his belt to adjust the erection that has been plaguing him for the last half hour.

"If you want to fuck me, you should've just lead with that." She watched his indecent adjustments. Bella catches her breath, biting the inside of her cheek as her nostrils flare with anger and hatred for the man.

"That would be nice, yes, but I want your fear and desperation just as much." He swipes his hair backwards and back into place, shooting Bella's round at the ceiling to find out it was just another empty shot and her time of being fucked by a weapon was for absolutely nothing. This alone makes him chuckle as Bella falls into even more disgust with herself. "It's all about the choices we make, isn't it sweetheart?"

He sighs with the gun to his head. "Well, I guess it's my turn again."

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The recruiter falls back into his chair as if he were drunk, maybe high off their kinky sex. He aims the gun at his skull and crosses the table back closely into her face. He begins to shake maniacally. The fourth shot. The probability of getting the bullet is much higher than it ever has been now. He knows the risks, however he's crazy and doesn't exactly give an entire fuck.

The fourth shot clicks, firing no bullet.

He takes a deep breath, nearly moaning as he sighs in relief.

It's time for the fifth shot... Bella's turn again.

So eager for another round of fucking her with his gun, it's clear that he's excited to pull the trigger and waste her shot on the ceiling so they can begin their fun again... But to his surprise, Bella has had a change of heart.

Embarrassment has eaten away at her during his turn. Twenty-six and living a life of gambling and debt so bad that tonight it's gotten to the point of allowing a strange man to fuck her with his weapon.

"Shoot it." Nearly suicidal and over this game of Russian Roulette, Bella hopes that the gun goes off.

...

"What?" His expression has changed to fear and worry. He attempts to keep up with his poker face, but he doesn't actually want to fire the gun worried that it could be the shot that kills her. This alone makes him angry. No one has ever made him come out of his character, never in his life has he second guessed a decision during a gamble.

"Sorry." She tilts her head in curious sarcasm. "Were you enjoying yourself too much when I'd skip my turn instead?"

He scoffs with a light chuckle, frustrated yet intrigued about her sass and defiance.

"This is stupid." He refuses. "Don't make me do this."

The recruiter's hand begins to tremble as the gun points in her direction.

She ignores him. Bella clutches her eyes tightly shut and awaits her last fifty-fifty chance. "Shoot it."

It pains him to pull the trigger without a clue if this could be the last time he ever lays eyes on the girl he has become infatuated with, but being that he is an employee of the Squid Game... no game should ever go unfinished.

The recruiter pulls the trigger...

They both sigh in relief being that the gun didn't go off. However, that only means one thing. The bullet is in the last round, and it's also his turn.

Beaten at his own game. How embarrassing, yet how impressive.

He begins. "The last shot... this bullet is going to kill me."

...

Bella refuses it. She doesn't want to see anyone die, she just wants it all to end. "Don't do it."

"You win." His smile now seems more like a goodbye instead of his mischievous smirk. "It's been a pleasure playing with you. I'd like to admit to having had one of the best evenings of my forty-five years of life with you tonight. I have found you to be incredibly delightful, it is sad that our time has come to its end. Call it a crush if you will."

"I don't even know your name!" Bella exclaims, trying her best to buy time. "You don't even know mine!"

"The code to my briefcase is four zeros." The recruiter ignores her. "Goodbye now."

The raised gun to his temple makes Bella panic.

He can't... She won't allow it.

With his finger on the trigger, Bella takes the opportunity to flip the table and smack the gun out of his hand as the shot fires. Bella and the recruiter watch the bullet shatter the hotel's glass mirror as the smell of both of their fright fills the entire room.

...

Able to breathe again, Bella realizes that it's finally over. No care for the money or there being a winner in the end, it's finally just over.

It's done and no one is dead. As Bella takes a moment of air to realize this happy ending, the recruiter quietly takes in her image instead.

In his line of work, there aren't happy endings. They usually end in a selfish moment with opponents who would have gladly taken his life for the briefcase full of money... but not her. Not Bella.

Without a selfish bone in her body, he watches the beauty who put his life before the money that she needs and he's never desired anything more than her. "I want your name."

Finally taking her eyes from the shattered glass mirror, she turns towards the recruiter in curiosity. "What? Oh— it's, Bella."

"Bella." He repeats with eyes swelling into full beating hearts. "Bella, Bella, Bella."He presses his lips to her neck with a gentle kiss. The most gentle and stable he's been all night.

The man lifts Bella's top from over her head, leaving her completely bare in his presence. His touch is soft as he pulls her closer to him with earth-shattering kisses against her lips, Bella accepts them without any hassle. He begins to strip out of his clothes, revealing a handsomely toned body with an enticingly long erection pressed against her belly. In the very moment, actions become much more important than words. The recruiter cherishes her body like gold, thanking her with heaven like caresses and gratitude. Their lips unlock for only a moment in time, as the man lifts her and places Bella gently on the bed, he licks his middle most fingers and slowly brings her back into heated passion with his gentle petting.

Biting her lip so hard that she tastes faint blood, Bella arches her back as the fingering collides with his tongue. Groaning in her pussy the man reacts to her taste as if he were starved. His breath and lapping tongue on her pearl brings her to hysterics. Wanting only to cum this next time on his cock, Bella's fingers dive deeply into his jet black hair as she slowly guides him towards her face with a hair pull. Together they share Bella's taste within their kiss and Bella widens her thighs, stretching open with need to feel his penetration.

Her hands reach down his washboard chiseled abdomen until her palm is wrapped around his rod directing him into her entrance. As his cockhead breaches her, the recruiter's jaw laxes into an opened drop. "Fuck..." He dissolves into pleasure as his most sensitive body part weakens him. The tip of his cock is no match for how well Bella is soon to make him feel.

Plummeting inside her cunt for a first stroke tightens his muscles as he begins to buck his hips upward, sleeving himself in the tightness of her heat. Bella wraps her arms around his neck as she quiets her own hushed sobs of pleasure.

His strokes are absent-minded power drives. Enamored and rushed with the feeling of perfect sex as he already wishes to relive this moment every day for the rest of his life. The recruiter takes a firm hold of Bella's ankle and places it over his shoulder, nailing her to the mattress as his cockhead continuously kisses at her cervix.

"Sweet baby." He complains. "God, I'm so close." Bella's purrs are throaty and weak, a spring in her core tightens and nears its release each time he makes a complaint— a beg from a fully grown man, like music to her ears.

"Faster, cum for me." Feeling his cock quake and pulse makes her world stutter on its axis, Bella explodes into oblivion. Moaning as a gasp of air drains her of all energy. Covered in her nectar, his cock even glistens in the moonlight. He pulls out once more and rams his erection inside for a finale. Her pussy spoils him with a lewdly tight hug and begins to drain him of cum, he pulls out a second too late, feverish and skyrocketing a design of his jizz from her cunt towards her belly button. A failed attempt, being that Bella's sex blew his mind and silenced the room into nothing but blank white noise.

A moment to stare at his mess nearly makes him dizzy. Not a day of work goes by ever this phenomenally. In this very bed, a deliciously gorgeous young woman continues to moan for more of him with his semen already trailing down her skin...

His Ddakji duties at the subway will just have to wait another night. Tonight the world has completely stopped, and well, the Squid Game will just have to wait.

The recruiter lifts the comforter over his head as he lays on top of a hypnotizing giggly Bella and swallowing her whole. Their bodies intwine beneath the covers and as Bella arches her back again for his taking, the recruiter realizes that the night is still young, extremely far, from being over.

———

Morning light wakes the two through the blinds of the hotel room's windows. Both too afraid to look at their phones knowing that Bella's will be filled with calls and messages from Gi-hun and the recruiter's will be full of his employer having long awaited for an update by now... they decide to just dress instead.

The tension is awkward. They are both sure they'll never experience a night like that again in their entire lives... but Bella is even a bit sad from the lack of eye contact and communication. After a night of being a man's toaster strudel and repetitively receiving his icing, makes it feel a bit impossible to just become strangers again.

Although silent, the recruiter still acts as a gentleman although he has now returned to his business like ways. He holds the door for Bella and even assisted in dressing her, however he can't bring himself to look at her in the eyes from the fear of wanting something that he knows in his line of work he can't have... a companion.

Out of the vintage hotel and back on the streets, the two begin to part ways... but the recruiter can't bring himself to do it. "Before you leave, I believe you still deserve the money you won from our game of Russian Roulette last night." He craves one more conversation from her, even if it means giving her everything that he has in his briefcase.

Hearing his voice is nice, but to Bella it's also a bit heartbreaking and bittersweet. He seems to be strictly back to business with no regard of what happened last night. "Double it and give it to the next person." She shrugs, voice cutely hoarse from a night of shouting from his sex. "Just don't give them as hard as a time to get it as I had."

He's again dumbfounded by her surprise response. Again reminded of how selfless the young woman truly is as his heart begins to swell. "Really?"

"Really." Bella begins to kick rocks in her baby blue pair of dusty old high-top converses, boredly waiting by her lonesome for the next bus to come her direction.

The recruiter tries his hardest to leave her as he continues to walk ahead, but something stops him, forcing him to turn around to her with a hand proposed outwards. "I'm looking for a business partner, are you interested?"

...

Staring at the handsome outstretched hand, she's strangely interested in taking it.

"Well, I can't say I like what you're doing." Her honesty is a breath of fresh air to the man who is used to constant finessors.

He chuckles. "You don't have to like it, just me."

...

She can't argue with that, because indeed she does.

Bella Haven thought that the biggest gamble she'd ever have to take was having her life on the line during a game of Russian Roulette, little did she know her biggest gamble would be to accept this man's hand and see where it takes her...

She does it anyways.

Fitting into his hand like a glove and against the side of his body as if she were made to be there, Bella accepts his offer to continue what they had started. "And your name?" She frowns in disbelief that they still have yet to be on a first name basis. "What should I call you?"

The recruiter gently tugs her closer to him, staring down upon her with a smile, he finds comfort in her being there beside him. "Call me yours."

[the-sky-queen]

Here we are. One year to the day since I created my account here on tumblr. It feels . . . almost surreal. I don't exactly remember where I thought I'd be by this point, but I don't think I pictured this! I've made so many good friends here, seen so much AMAZING art, and overall just had so much fun. For every one of you who follow me, and even those of you who don't, thank you. You all make me so happy. I treasure each and every like, reblog, comment, and ask.

I'm sitting here in awe as I rapidly approach another big milestone here and I couldn't be more thankful. Back when I made this blog, sure I had dreams of finding an audience and connecting with some of my favorite people here, but I didn't get my hopes up. So many instances in my life of never getting picked for one thing or another taught me that the odds are low and not in my favor, but the community here is just so different. People are good. They're nice and supportive and they love it when new people show up. The beginning was hard. There are quite a few of my early posts that still have zero notes. But I've got people hanging around now that like what I make and that honestly means the world to me. I feel seen. I feel like I matter.

Thank you all so much.

I wanted to shout out a few of my mutuals real quick for a super special thank you:

@cattyanon was my first ever follower and it nearly made me cry when I got the notification. It gave me so much hope and joy. It took me way too long to follow you back, Catty, but I'm so happy that I did! your AUs are all so creative and fascinating. Thank you for being my first supporter.

@boom-fanfic-a-latta is without a doubt my closest friend here on tumblr. It all started when I stumbled across Lily's original concept post for Tachophobia. I was instantly obsessed and before I knew it, Lily was DMing me. The rest is history. :) Lily, I can't thank you enough for being my friend. Words don't do this justice. I'll always be grateful to you for caring so much about me. I love all our AUs together and I love writing them with you. Thank you so much.

I followed @totaleclipse573 for Eclipse and stayed for everything else. I love how we feed each other's angsty thoughts. XD Total, I absolutely adore your OCs and I'm so happy that you've taken interest in mine. We may not have a DM together (I suspect that's because we're both too shy to be the one to start it XD) but our interactions are still beyond fun! Thank you for being a crazy fangirl with me.

I followed @estellardreams immediately when I found her here after reading one of her Sonic Prime fics on Ao3. I was caught so off guard when I got the notification that you followed me back, Estelle! XD I instantly rushed to plan a Christmas present drawing for you. (Yeah, I drew presents for each of my mutuals. I only had FIVE then.) Since then, I've gotten to know you better and I've had an absolute blast with you. You single handedly fueled the Tachophobia obsession over winter break and it was so insanely fun. (Seriously, you were posting like three or more chapters some of those days!!! You had me screaming XD) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being Tachophobia's biggest fan and such a supportive friend.

@skywriter97 reached out to me to talk about TMOM and I followed her soon after that after reading some of her AMAZING writing. The two of us are writing buddies, exchanging advice and feeding each other ideas whenever we need it. Girl, I can't thank you enough for letting me ramble about Immortals to you and fueling my obsession enough that I finally started writing it for real. Whenever the prologue goes up, I'll be shouting you out in the notes because it's because of YOU that I finally got moving. Thank you so much.

This isn't all my mutuals. I have more that I don't talk to as much, but even if I didn't mention you by name here, I want you all to know that you mean the world to me. Four of you are personal heroes of mine that I never in a MILLION years dreamed that I'd actually get to be mutuals with. The rest of you are all around EXTREMELY cool people that I am super blessed to have you in my life.

As I end out this post, I once again want to give a massive thank you to ALL of you for sticking around. And thank you so much for making this year absolutely incredible in more ways than one. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

[warsamongthestars]

Emerie was (one of many) wasted original characters for TBBshow, y'know?

Like...

... I don't feel for her. Yeah, it seems like she's set up to be Omega's parallel, and yeah, there was lead up to her declaration of being a clone (more so than whatever fucking lead up S1 had for its finale).

But uh...

What, exactly, is special about her as a character?

Significant personality? No. Even TBBshow's variant of the BBs had Personality for Days. She's got the Overlogical Persona, and only when the Camera was on her for an episode did she decide that she needed the morals of Omega... Frankly, she would've done better being kept an antagonist. ... Hemlock has personality, Rampart has Personality--though I'd argue that they both have the SAME Personality, just in Different Roles (Talk about copypasting your own stuff). ... Infact, she's practically a Tech Copy, that's how little personality they bothered to give her.

Aesthetic? Pff. No. She's caught the Star Wars (and let's face it, most Sci-fantasy shows, video games, media, most of the action genre... most of the adventure genre... you fuckin name it) "Pretty Woman Disease". She's meant to look sexy with very minimum masculine traits. ... Which means she's dull as hell to look at, because there's nothing to catch the eye beyond Barbie Doll. Personally, if I want a barbie doll character, I can just go out and buy Barbie. She's got no freckles, no scars, no significant body phenotype, she only partially looks like a clone (and frankly if they had given her more of a Fett Clone appearance, so like muscles and tallness and strong jaw, that would've given her a damn good eye-catching appearance. ) ( Plus, I like a lady who looks like she can turn my spine into a pretzel. ) She's got no significant armor (Personally I would've loved if she was CX02, because that would've given her Something. )

Her name is Mando'a. "Emuurir'Kar" probably means "Joy" (Emuurir means Enjoyment so...) Which, is a start... But uh, name how many old OCs we all have out there, whose names ended up being Nightshade or Twilight or Rei. You can have a good name, but if there's nothing to back it up... well, its just a title.

I don't see any fanart running around about her... Do you? No fan headcannons, no significant fanfics... That pretty much tells us how the audience thought of her. Which means, it Didn't. Even my headcanons don't really include her, because she's just, not, impactful. At all.

Plot Impact? None that couldn't be done by anyone else. Which isn't just her fault, its one of the many faults of the show itself.

She's just... Not.

Now.

How would I fix her, with the TBBshow plot as it stands?

Easy.

First Draft... Replace Hemlock with Emerie. Make her the fifth enhanced clone, and the missing CT-9902, and make her the CX-02 clone. She didn't just serve the Empire, she served the Republic doing the same thing. She's named joy both out of irony and out of the fact that she "does her duty with fulfillment".

She stayed as Nala Se's former assistant, but when the opportunity came to become the master, she took it. She was the head of project Necromancer, up until Hunter put a spear into her gut.

This Emerie gets S1 foreshadowing with the dead and experimentation on clones.

The mention of the fifth enhanced clone gets small beats of silent drama, which will tell the audience that meeting this character would not be a good thing.

Second Draft. Emerie is an entirely new character placement, and actually gets placed on Crosshair's elite squad in S1. He has no idea who the fuck this is, as they never sleep in the same quarters.

She has the same armor type, though not coloring, as CX-02.

Come S1 Finale, she picks Crosshair up from the platform, and finally removes her helmet, showing her off to be a Lady and a Medic.

S2, they're kept apart, until the end, where Emerie shows how tired she is of serving the "greater good", and being the Medic in a meta-narrative sense, allows her to save Tech as well.

S3, and the Bad Batch are eventually united by the end as a complete Squad.

Third Draft She's actually been with Clone Force 99 all along, but has to stay on Kamino for half the missions because she's Nala Se's main assistant. This would go on to be the reason why she wouldn't have appeared in TCWshow during main scenes with Nala Se (such as the Conspiracy Arc), but also why she wouldn't have appeared on Anaxes.

And she just follows the adventures as a brand new character, with her own set of armor and abilities.

As for personality quirks... Think, exaggerated Mad Scientist with Supervillian attachment--after all, she's been around too many Kaminonians, but she's also apart of the Super Duper Awesome Squad. You think, at first, she's going to be like Tech... but instead she's more emotive, more prone to supervillian-like behavior (maniacal laughter, dramatic scenes, chewing the scenary), sometimes even overhonesty. She's the Stan to Tech's Ford, the Doofensmirtz's to Hunter's platypus, the giggly bitch to Wrecker's rambunctious laughter. She absolutely delights in small torments, (provided it doesn't actually hurt anyone--she is still a medic after all), and she has a loud aggravated sigh when she isn't allowed to handle the rocket launcher.

( ... I may or may not have thought about this a bit. )

She's only called Emerie by the RCs because she once had a mission with Boss's crew.

What her new name would be, I have no fuckin idea, but it will not be Patches. (I have run into too many medic OCs called Patches, Patches is a dull name now to me. )

Anyway.

I don't like how TBBshow handles Emerie Karr. Frankly, its also pretty indicative on how Star Wars, post OG, handles a lot of its women characters... But my rage is pretty centered on TBBshow right now.

So, Emerie.

[loophole03]

What The Hell, Jay?

First of all, this is my first time writing a fanfic ever, so it may be shitty. Also, my first language isn’t english so, hope I didn’t make too many errors.

Female Original Character x Damon Salvatore

TW: Implication of: SA, Grief, Drug use, SUic1d3 attempts

Backstory: Jay-Lee Bennett had just turned 18. Her life in Mystic Falls hadn’t been easy. Her sister Bonnie, died last year. Leaving her, alone with no one to talk to, except Damon. The girl wasn’t just a rebellious punkette, but also a Bennett Witch. The dark haired girl, struggling with her mental health and her powers. Met the Salvatores brothers when she was at her lowest. Being a friend of the late Vicki, Jay-Lee knew all about the town’s vampires.

Today, was the year anniversary of Bon’s death. A full year without my sister, and 1 and a half without my best friend Vicks..

I was thinking about everything that was happening in this town since Bonnie died. She would’ve hated it I chuckled lowly to myself before wiping a runaway tear and sitting down in front of her grave.

I sighed, and lit my joint before putting a red rose on her grave.

-Hey Bones, what’s up? I guess you don’t have a lot on your plate uh? Listen, its hard, without you and Vicki here. We got problems with the tomb vampires, you know.. The reason you fucking died on me?

*A tear made its way down my cheek, while I inhaled a little puff*

-I miss you so so much.. Its hard being the strong girl who have no shits to give. I don’t know if I can keep it up any longer..You usually made it easier for me..I love you Bones, see you soon.

I got up, and left the cemetery, finally putting out my joint.

***

The morning after, I got to school late, again. Mrs. Halpern shooting me a glare as she probably realized I was high again. I sat in my seat, ignoring the usual pity stares I got form Elena and Stefan, and for a full hour, acted as if I cared about Trigonometry. When the bell rang, I quickly went outside to self-medicate. Tyler-fucking-Lockwood bumping me in the process.

-Hey Junkie! Watch where you walk, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, uh?

He called out. And before I could control myself my powers flaired up and his hair caught on fire.

It didn’t take two seconds before Stefan called out my name again.

So, I left. I didn’t need his morals. I hated myself enough like this.

Walking to the old church, where me and Vicki used to meet, I took a hit on my medicine. It wasn’t the first time that my powers flaired up, Tyler had been lucky that he survived, the last time it happened, the disgusting bastard gropping me wasn’t this lucky.. Elena and both the Salvatores were scared of me, and I knew it. But its not like I could do something about it, trust me, I tried.

As I sat there, thinking about my existence. Something hit me, and I trashed around before finally blacking out.

***

I woke up, and I was in a cage. But what hurt more, was that I recognized the Boarding House. I tried to hear if someone was here, but I couldn’t hear anything. I knew Elena, Stefan and Damon were behind this. I felt betrayed.

Using my powers to escape, I sat on the couch. Waiting for someone to come. And as expected, Damon walked in.

-Oh, you’re out. (Damon called out.)

I glared in response

-The cage was uh, not my idea obviously. But uh it was for uh.. (He stuttered slightly)

-In case my powers flaired up again? In case it became too dangerous?!

-YEAH YOU’RE DANGEROUS JAY! YOU CAN’T FUCKING CONTROL YOURSELF! (He screamed at me). Listen, last time you killed a man, now you lit that Lockwood punk on fire, and as much as I agree that he’s an idiot you can’t do that!! So that’s why we made the cage Jay, just in case..

-In case you had to kill me? But you can’t! And I know because I fucking tried Damon!! (I shouted, getting up from the couch)

His eyes grew dark and the silence grew louder

- Come again? I don’t think I got that right (He fake laughed.)

-I’ll say this once, you.can’t.kill.me.

-No, I got that Jay, what did you say after? (He took a step towards me, head tilted to the side menacingly)

-That I tried? That I wanted to kill myself but failed? Is that what you long to hear Damon?! (My eyes watered while his throat got dry)

He sped towards me and pushed me to the wall by my throat.

-What the fuck Jay-Lee Bennett? Do you really fucking think we would get rid of you? And when did you think that it was okay for you to fucking die on me huh? (He snarled at me)

-Oh come on Damon, no one cares. Stefan and Elena would prefer to have me far, far away from here, ´cause I’m just the crazy junkie who can’t control herself. (I grew quieter)

-Maybe they do, but I don’t Jay, I know you, I care for you.

He softly put my hair behind my ear, grazing my cheek.

-Dam, I can’t do it anymore. (I said, sobbing on his chest)

-The cage was just here so we could have you calm yourself down safely without hurting us or yourself, I would never hurt you. I see you. Behind this strong act you put on. I see you. And.. I l-like you Jay…

[thunderous-wolf]

Drunk Dazed

Installment 2 of my series of "Thoughtz"

Note: "Thoughtz" is a compilation of

drafts of fanfic that l've had in my notes

for a while. They're unedited and most are

unfinished. Since I do not feel motivated

enough to finish them, I'm posting them

all for you to read. Enjoy~

Greyscale

Part 3 of 3

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader

Plot: You find yourself in a strange world...

Warnings: its supposed to be a little confusing, violence, guns and shooting, tazers, death, really bad jokes

a/n: This was a goofy project inspired by

a friend that consists of three separate

stories tied together. Just like a dream.

they don't have a clear plot and are

strictly for fun.

Please DO NOT copy, translate or steal

my works.

Part 1 // Part 2

You rushed to the edge of the stage - however, it had other plans for you. The curtains were being drawn, and at their speed, there was no way you'd beat them. You collided (gracefully) into the billowing curtains. Even though they were movable, they did not let you pass to the audience. Instead, it pushed you towards upstage.

The spotlight was no longer fixed on the table, but instead, a door. You recognized it. It was the steel door that you encountered in the beginning of this mess. Perhaps it would lead you home?

You reached out for the handle of the door. This was the third and hopefully final door of your adventure. A pensive feeling crept over you as you grabbed the handle. As expected, it was cold to the touch. You twisted it and tried to pull open the door. However, it required more strength than you thought. You tried again and were successful, except the force of the door closing was greater than yours. With this, you were thrown (quite literally) into your new surroundings.

You found yourself in a hallway. The hallway outstretched a little ways to both your left and right. It was stark white just like the door, and reeked of cleaner used to thoroughly clean something. By the pungentness of the smell you could tell they had to use the cleaner several times. Just what exactly did they need to clean so often?

In front of you was a door slightly ajar. You could hear a harsh conversation coming from within. With nothing else to do, you decided to eavesdrop.

"You lost the files?!" A commanding male voice rang out.

"I'm sorry sir, he just appeared out of nowhere and caught me off guard! I-It won't happen again - I swear!" A younger sounding voice spoke.

"You're right, it won't happen again. Because you won't get the chance to."

BANG

You gasped when you heard the gunshot sound. After hearing the thud of presumably a body hitting the ground, you didn't think before you ran. You didn't care if they heard your footsteps echoing down the hallway. As long as you were far enough away...

As you rounded the corner to the next hallway, you heard a door slam open and many footsteps ascend into the previous hallway. Ahead of you was a big red exit sign. Through the small window on the door, you saw a small balcony similar to one on an old brick apartment. Knowing it was your only chance of escape, you ran to the door and didn't hesitate to go through it.

Thick city air met your lungs as soon as you were outside. You were standing on a balcony that went in three directions stretching over an old apartment complex in what seemed like an abandoned city. There was a path to your left that went on for a little bit until it changed into a stairs that climbed up the building onto another level. Another path continued straight ahead of you across a parking lot and to another old apartment complex. The path to your right kept on going until the end of the building where it suddenly ended. It looked like something crashed into the side of the building and ripped the end of the metal balcony clean off. There was a good 50ft drop from the rail to the ground, so it would be a bad idea to fall.

Abruptly, you were reminded of the dire situation. Mindlessly, your feet began to run in whatever direction you were facing - which happened to be towards the right. There was no time to turn around, as the men from earlier would surely catch you. You took a big breath, nearing the end of the balcony, and hoped you would land on something, anything. You got ready to jump, when suddenly an arm grabbed you. You were pulled by a firm hand on the small of your back into something warm.

Opening your eyes, you see that you're pulled flush against a man's chest. Looking up, you see a familiar face once again.

"Where do you think you're going, Agent y/n?" He said in a hushed voice. His small dimpled grin drew in your focus like a magnet - which was a good thing, because if you remembered how close you were to him you would have definitely had a heart attack. Before you could respond - though, you didn't know what you'd say if you did - the door to the balcony was abruptly opened and out rushed several armed men.

From where you were, they could not see you. You were hidden behind a large pillar-like thing that jotted out two feet and hid you from view. You were standing on a small ledge that wrapped around the building. It seemed as if these buildings were old enough that the ledge could crumble, but that was lower on the list of things running through your mind.

"Where'd she go? Spread out and search for her! You. Go that way. You three check the ledge and see if she jumped. The rest of you with me to the main building! We can't let her escape!" An authoritative voice said from not too far away.

You held your breath as the footsteps got closer. They wouldn't notice you if they just looked from the edge of the rail. But if they peeked around the overhang...

"I don't see any evidence of her jumping. There's nothing for her to land on, and a fall would kill her from this height."

"Let's go back and search the area."

At that they turned around and went back towards the center balcony. The breath you'd been holding that time was finally released. You looked up at the man with you. You were still trapped in his grasp, and with his muscles, there's no way you could wriggle free without falling. He noticed you staring and smiled.

"Hey, the time for ogling is later. We need to get outta here." He said playfully. He then let you adjust over to the right of him so he could lead the way out - which happened to be continuing on to the next side of the building. Thankfully, the ledge was two feet wide so you didn't have to worry too bad about falling. "Follow me."

Still rather shaken from your previous proximity to him, you wordlessly follow his lead. He was moving quite fast for being so high up in the air, but then again, he did talk to you like you were an agent of some sort... Agent or not, you had to catch up. He had already rounding the corner of the building.

Vzzzzzzzzzz- Pk!

After carefully climbing around the corner, you see that he had shot something between a zip line and grappling hook across the empty highway and to the lowest level of the building across from us. He was hooking on a handle when a bunch of enemy recruits appeared on the other side of the building.

"There they are! Seize them and get the files at all costs!" The one in front said. At this, an onslaught of people came charging at you. This would have been easy if you actually were an agent, but obviously you're not, and without a gun you had nothing to do but stay out of your fellow agent's way. Which wasn't a problem because he was handling himself perfectly fine. He was taking on the goons like he's done it since birth, his agile movements making it look all too easy.

It was all going smoothly until you noticed a shadow coming from above you. On the rooftop was a hit man holding a very expensive looking gun that was aimed right at your partner. There was no way he'd notice as he was focused on the fight infront of him. You had to do something.

"HEY! There's a guy up there aiming a gun at you!" You yelled. But your efforts were in vain. He didn't hear you over the shouting of the goons and remained where he was. You closed your eyes and hoped he would somehow move from the bullet's path.

BOOM!

Klunk

A piece of metal falls by your feet and startles you from your terrified stance. Peeking your eyes open, your heart skips a beat when you find that your partner is still very much alive and well. You gazed back up at where the hit man was and see that he's doubled over on the edge of the building, a bullet hole in him instead of your partner. At your feet lay his gun, a little dented, but probably still working. You pick it up in hopes that you could use it to help your friend.

"Don't fire it, it has a defense mechanism. Hand it to me, quickly!" He said suddenly. You had no clue how he knew what you were doing, but you did as he asked and handed him the gun. He took it and used it to shove the next few ruffians, making them topple into each other. He then pushed a button on the gun and backed away. Immediately, the gun sent out massive electrical charges that electrocuted the pile, since they were all wearing something metal.

Smirking, your partner turned to you.

"They gotta taste of their own medicine, yeah?" He remarked more to himself than you. "That should take care of them for a little while." Then he turned to face the street. "Nice shot, but you could've been quicker!" He yelled.

"Well, I was gonna say a sniper joke, but it was a long shot and I don't think it would hit the target audience." A familiar voice responded from across the street. You looked to your partner to confirm that you weren't imagining things and he wasn't actually talking to a building. With an eye roll, he looked back at you and pointed to a window. Squinting, you could see a silhouette leaning against the window frame.

"That's Agent Chaconne. Once you get over to the other side of the street, she'll give you the chip reader."

You glanced back at the figure in the window, then at your partner- who was motioning you to get on the zip line and get a move on it. For some reason, you felt that you could trust your new ally. You reluctantly grabbed the handle of the zip line and zoomed across the desolate street.

It was kind of fun zooming above the road. Besides the fact that there are who knows how many people out there trying to kill you, this was pretty enjoyable. You were almost at the end when a bullet flew by your head, ruining the mood. You began to freak out when you realized you were a sitting duck while on the zip line. You frantically looked around to try to see what's going on. Your partners were already a step ahead of you. One was already countering the new wage of goons, while the other was shooting like no one's business, sniper shots whizzing around you.

You finally made it to the end zip point and let go of the handle. You landed by the entrance of an alleyway. You quickly ran around the corner of the nearest building to cover yourself from fire. Supposedly, Agent Chaconne was going to find you and get the chip reader. Seeing as she was quite busy currently, you didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. You crouched in your hiding spot and decided to wait for her to find you.

It was hard to hear over the constant shooting. So much so that you didn't notice someone approaching you until he was 30ft away from you. Realizing this, you got up and ran down the alley. He was faster than you though, and it wouldn't be long until he caught you. Nonetheless, you kept running.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something moving on the metal stairs above you. You see a brief flash of light reflect off the brick walls and glance back to see what it was. The man chasing you earlier was laying face first on the ground. Agent Chaconne was standing a little ways behind him holding a fancy looking tazer gun.

"Guess he found that one shocking, eh?" She quipped. Seeing that you didn't find her joke very funny and were more terrified than anything she swiftly changed subject. "I'm sure he already told you, but I'm Agent Chaconne." She said as she pulled down her mask to show you her face. A wave of realization hit you - it was Lisha! That's why she seemed so familiar. "Here's the chip reader. Don't break it, it's the only one I brought." She extended her hand to reveal said object. You grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket.

"What do I do with these?" You asked, motioning to the two items given to you.

"If you go down the alleyway a little ways, there should be a narrow offshoot ally to your right. It's not very long, and at the end there's a door to a passageway. Go through that door. After that, you'll be able to figure it out."

Figure it out?! What did that mean? Before you could ask, she was already telling you to go. You had one question that needed answered though. What about your male partner? Was he coming with? Lisha seemed to know what you were thinking as you looked back to the building you once stood on. He was still fighting people up there, seemingly never growing tired.

"He'll be joining us shortly. He's just-"

"HE CUT THE ROPE!" You exclaimed. The zip line that once stretched across the street was now sagging on the ground.

*sigh* "That man. Always wants to leave with a BANG." She said, chuckling to herself at some sort of inside joke. You didn't quite find it funny how he was gonna get himself killed.

"He's gonna DIE?!" You anxiously shrieked. This, she seemed to find even funnier than her previous joke.

"Pffffft! Die? No, he's too stubborn for that. Now get a move on it, before someone else finds you." She said with sudden authority. Seeing your hesitancy, she added, "Don't worry, I'll watch after him. He won't die as long as I have something to say about it."

You then reluctantly turned around and headed towards the end of the alleyway. Surely enough there was indeed a side ally. Just as you start to turn down the ally, you hear a loud boom and a bunch of old cement crumbling to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you see part of a building fall down. You decide to keep going, even though your heart wanted to turn back to make sure everyone's alright. You reach for the doorhandle, feeling a bit of deja vu once again. You pull open the door and hear an agitated "CHRI-" in the background. But the word was never finished before you were sucked inside the door.

You startled from your slumber and found yourself now back in your beloved house. Had that all just been a dream? It all had felt so real, the adrenaline running through your veins and the wind in your hair. Was that man all just a vision in your head too?

THE END

[nessinborderland]

I started writing fanfiction because of you but dip in and out of it now because it's so hard to do that kind of thing consistently! You do a great job!

How about something angsty with Banda/Reader like 20 minutes before he gets arrested or something?

Aww thank you 🥹💖 that really means a lot, because I honestly think I'm shit at consistency, especially when it comes to posting fanfic.

And thanks for the prompt, love it 👀 it turned a lil bigger than intended lol

This had to be a nightmare. That, or part of a very sick and very twisted, cruel prank.

Your Saturday had started just like any other. It was just a normal day, where you spent your time catching up with your husband and making love, and watching shows. Just existing. You loved Saturdays. But then night came and with it came the police, knocking on your door and asking for your husband before eventually cuffing him and accusing him of the murder of four women.

Murder, of all things.

Your husband wasn’t a murderer. He was sweet and kind and one of the best people you could have in your life. Not once in your dating or married life had he ever given you any signal of being anything less than good.

Now seeing him like this, dressed in a grey jumpsuit and handcuffed to a metal table… it didn’t even look real.

"Please tell me it's not true."

He said nothing, cold brown eyes looking into yours as he raised a brow in response. You had been in this room with him for five minutes, and that’s all he could give you? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I’m innocent, this is a mistake’, no nothing?

Your breathing shuddered as you tried not to erupt into tears. You had to keep your cool right now, no matter what.

"Sunato... did you- did you do something to those women?"

He let out a sigh before finally saying, "Ask me what you really want to ask."

You didn't have it in you to say the words. Not right now, not with the photos of the crimes so clear in your mind. You had seen the vacant eyes, the bloody skin, and the marks left on the lifeless bodies of young women that your husband had supposedly killed. No, not supposedly; there was too much evidence. He had confessed. He was guilty. You knew he was. But you had to hear him say it.

"Did you murder them?" you asked in a whisper, looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked like bottomless pits of darkness, so empty of the warmth and love that used to be directed at you. But not now.

You wondered if these were the eyes that those women had seen before he made them bleed to death. A shiver ran through you at the thought.

"Do you think I murdered them?" he asked instead.

"No!” you shouted with a slap on the metal surface, hands trembling as you fisted them under the table. With a deep breath, you begged, “Don't play games with me right now...."

An eternity seemed to pass by before he said the words you were dreading to hear.

"Yes."

Who knew that such a simple word could crumble your world?

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a sob then, covering your eyes with your hands as fat tears streamed down your face. You could almost hear your heart break in two. How could he have done this? How could he confess such sins to you in such a calm tone, like you were the stupid one for not noticing it in the first place?

His next question made you wonder if he could read your mind.

"But you knew, didn't you?"

"I- what?..."

"You knew," he repeated. "You just chose not to believe it."

"How could you say-"

"You caught me washing blood off my clothes so many times,” he said with a shake of his head like he couldn’t believe you. “The nights I got home late, the scratches on my arms… C'mon, love, you are many things, but you're not dumb. You knew what I was doing before anyone else did."

"No, I-"

You had no idea. Of that, you were sure. Yes, you had seen him wash his clothes, and seen the scratches on his skin, and wondered about the late nights… but you had just shrugged it off as normal occurrences. You had never seen any blood, nor you ever had any reason to suspect him of doing anything foul. Cheating? Yes, that had crossed your mind, but never murder. But weren't the signs there? You actually didn’t know, or did you just choose not to see what was in front of you all this time?

"No,” you vehemently shook your head, face contorting as more tears streamed down your face. “I didn't know, you can't possibly believe-"

"If that's what makes you feel better, so be it," he said with a shrug. “But you can’t fool me, love.”

Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else. This man in front of you wasn't your husband. He was a stranger, a twisted version of the man that had been the love of your life since you were a teenager.

You never thought you could hate him as much as you loved him.

"Why did you do it?" you asked after another moment of silence.

"Because I could."

You let his words sink in. Then, another thought crossed your mind, this one making the blood in your veins run cold.

"Ever thought of… of doing the same to me?"

The smile he gave you was enough for you to know the answer.

"You were supposed to die on the first time we met," he started, gaze far away as he remembered, a mock of a fond smile on his lips. "I had it all planned out. You were supposed to be my first actual kill. But then I just," he paused there, letting out a long sigh before locking his gaze back on yours, "I just really liked you, I guess."

You didn't know what to say after his confession. You wanted to scream and cry, hit him until he was dead and bleeding, and make him regret not killing you in the first place. But you couldn't do that to the man you still loved.

So, you stood up and signaled the guard right outside the door. Without another glance at your husband, you walked out of the room, hesitating when you reached the threshold.

"Was it ever genuine?" you asked without turning to look at him. "Did you ever love me?"

A chuckle sounded behind you.

"No," he said, "Not in the way you want me to love you."

[stonathandreamer]

VALENTINE'S DAY

🔸 Stonathan Masterlist

Synopsis: Jonathan and Steve exchange gifts on their first Valentine's Day.

A/N: It may not be Valentine's Day in your country, but it is in mine! In Brazil, "Valentine's Day" is celebrated on June 12th, the eve of St. Anthony of Lisbon's day, who is known for his reputation as a "matchmaker saint." So it's the perfect excuse for me to write a Stonathan Valentine's Day fanfic! And also, I'm having a shitty week and I need some Stonathan fluff in my life to cheer me up. You know what they say: Stonathan is the best medicine!

There's no date more romantic than Valentine's Day. You shower your loved one with flowers, chocolates, a handmade card expressing your deepest affection, romantic dinners, and other special plans for two. That is, of course, if you have someone special to share Valentine's Day with. If not, it's just another ordinary day. For Jonathan, Valentine's Day was just another day. An ordinary day.

Until it wasn't. This Valentine's Day is special because it's his first.

Anyone else would be freaking out on their first Valentine's Day, worrying about what to buy their loved one, what flowers and chocolates to get, and where to take them for dinner. But Jonathan is not just anyone. He has a perfect schedule.

He invited Steve to his house, where they will exchange their gifts. Afterwards, a short session of cuddles and kisses, after all, it is Valentine's Day; and finally, a beautiful home-cooked dinner.

Unfortunately, being a gay couple in Hawkins in the 1980s means they can't do anything that straight couples do in public — and that includes having a nice Valentine's Day dinner at a fancy, upscale restaurant. But that's okay, homemade food is better because it's special — and Jonathan doesn't want to brag, but he's a great cook.

Jonathan is sitting on the couch, tapping his foot on the floor so much that there is definitely a hole in the floor with the imprint of the sole of his sneaker, waiting for his boyfriend to arrive. The ticking of the clock is the only noise that echoes through the house.

Tic-tac.

Tic-tac.

Tic-tac.

What an annoying noise!

How many more times will this damn clock make that noise before Steve arrives?

In addition to time apparently not passing, with each tick of the clock, Jonathan becomes more and more anxious. He was so confident this morning with the gift he made for Steve – yes, he didn't buy a gift from some regular and boring store, he made one. He thought it would be more special and romantic to make a gift than to buy one. Not that buying a gift isn't romantic, but he wanted to do something special for his special boyfriend.

It seemed like a good idea until this morning, but what if Steve doesn't like it? After all, isn't it an expensive gift, neither branded nor chic. It's just... One thing he did.

His mind is flooded with stormy negative thoughts that only serve to make him even more nervous. What if Steve doesn't like his gift? Then it would all be ruined! Their relationship would be ruined! Does he still have time to fake his own death and flee to South Dakota? It's better than staying and seeing the unhappy face Steve will make when he sees his gift and...

Knock-knock-knock.

Three knocks on the door bring him back to reality. He swallows hard. Time to experience the magic of Valentine's Day for the first time. But he didn't answer the door. He's still sitting on the couch, staring at the front door, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Knock-knock-knock.

Three knocks on the door again. He needs to answer it! But...

Maybe it's too late to escape to South Dakota, but if he leaves through the back door, he'll definitely make it to Michigan...

“Jonathan?” Steve's voice catches Jonathan's attention. His name is spoken in a cautious tone, as if Steve is afraid of the response he will get. Is it possible that Steve is nervous too? Impossible. No way THE Steve Harrington is nervous about Valentine's Day. “Are you there? It's me... Steve...”

Jonathan can't help but roll his eyes at Steve announcing himself, as if he didn't already know it was his boyfriend who was knocking on the door the moment he called him. “If you’re there, can I come in? It's kind of cold out here...”

After taking a deep breath, Jonathan gets up from the couch and walks towards the door, becoming more and more anxious with each step he takes.

He opens the door slowly, unable to contain the small smile that forms at the corners of his lips when he sees Steve.

He is wearing a red polo shirt and a black jacket – which, according to himself on a previous occasion, are some his best clothes, which he only wears for “special events”. Another thing that catches his attention is the bouquet of flowers, the heart-shaped box of chocolates, and the two gifts that Steve carries in his hands. My God, did he buy all this for Jonathan? And the only thing he's going to give him in return is a stupid homemade gift?! Jonathan is officially freaking out right now.

Steve smiles when he sees Jonathan. An almost blinding smile. “Hi... You're here.”

Jonathan gently tilts his head to the side as he raises an eyebrow. “It’s kind of like my house… And we agreed to meet here...”

"No... I mean, YES! I mean… It's just…” Steve sighs, “I'm just… I'm happy to be here… With you.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here too.” He closes the door and guides his boyfriend to his room, where his homemade gift waits to be delivered.

“Here...” Steve shoves the bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates in his face, “I... I don't know if you like flowers... Or chocolates...” He scrapes the back os his neck as he looks at Jonathan sheepishly. “I went kind of automatically... But I hope you like them.”

He couldn't help but smile at Steve's gesture. Sure, he's never been big on flowers and doesn't care much for sweets, but the fact that these things were given to him by Steve makes him want to cherish them forever.

“Thank you,” he gives his boyfriend a soft kiss on the cheek, taking him a little by surprise, as Steve wasn't expecting Jonathan to like receiving flowers and chocolates on Valentine's Day, as that's something you do “to a girl”, at least that's what society says. Ah, to hell with society! He just gave his boyfriend flowers and chocolates and he loved them, and that's what matters.

As soon as they arrive at Jonathan's room, Steve immediately sits on his bed and hands him one of the gifts - the smallest one. “I hope you like it.” He hands it to Jonathan and immediately looks away, suddenly finding his Evil Dead poster very interesting, afraid of his reaction.

Steve's reaction brings a little calm to Jonathan; after all, if his gift is bad, that means it won't be a problem for him to give his homemade gift to Steve, because they'll both be bad, and the two will be even!

He carefully unwraps the paper, his eyes widening as he sees that it's...

“A Thumper plush…” The rabbit from the movie Bambi. Steve blushes as he runs a hand through his hair - a habit he has when he's nervous. “Y-Yeah... You once said that... You liked Thumper... And I saw this plush and immediately thought of you. But when I got home I noticed it was a ridiculous gift and...” He swallows hard and turns his gaze to Jonathan. “It's stupid, I know... You don't have to keep it if you don't want to... I can go to the store and return it...”

He reaches out to grab the stuffed rabbit, but Jonathan moves it out of his reach. “No!” He blushes at his own scream. “I mean... I liked it... Thank you...” Steve's eyes widen, both because of the fact that Jonathan screamed (something that happens once every time Halley's Comet passes) and because of the fact that he liked the present.

“Serious? Don’t you think it’s silly or ridiculous?”

“No, I think… it’s sweet and thoughtful of you.” He looks at the stuffed bunny in his hands and then at his boyfriend. “Thanks, Steve.” And with that, Steve is smiling like a child who had just woken up on Christmas morning!

But he still has the other gift. “I bought a second gift, just in case you don't like the... Rabbit...”

“Thumper.” He corrects him.

“Yes, Thumper,” Steve takes the gift and places it in front of Jonathan. “I'm absolutely sure you'll like this one!” Again, he's smiling like a child on Christmas morning, eagerly awaiting Jonathan's reaction to opening his second present.

Meanwhile, Jonathan is at war with his own mind. If this second gift is as good as Steve says it is, then that means his half-assed homemade gift isn't going to be good enough. Damn, he should have bought something...

Jonathan's eyes widen when he sees what was hidden beneath the wrapping paper.

“Ta-da! It’s a photography kit!” Steve throws his hands up and smiles. “Look, I don't understand much about this photography thing, but the guy at the store assured me that this is the best one available on the market! There's a... Err, standard spare lens, an ultra-wide-angle lens, a wide-angle lens, a short and a long telephoto lens, a zoom lens...” Steve is reading the product description on the box, as even a week ago he only thought there was one type of photography lens.

He was so distracted explaining about the kit that it took him a while to notice the look of panic on his boyfriend's face. “Hey… What’s wrong?” The happiness in his voice was completely replaced by worry and a bit fear. “Did you not like it?”

Jonathan's eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “N-no! I mean, yes! Yes, I liked it... It's great, thank you. Your two gifts are... Amazing. It's just…” He sighs and looks away at his desk, where Steve's gift is hidden inside the top drawer. “Your gifts are so good... And mine's... It's not that good...”

Steve raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to the side. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I didn’t buy it, I… I made it…” Jonathan suddenly gets up from the bed. “But don't worry! I'll buy you something real quick! There must still be some stores open! I'll be back soon…” He takes his wallet from the nightstand and a jacket. But before he can get close to the door, Jonathan feels a hand grab his wrist tightly, keeping him frozen in place.

“Did you make me a gift?” Steve questioned, still sitting on the bed but leaning forward to prevent his boyfriend from rushing out of the room. Jonathan looked at him with a shy, embarrassed look and nodded. “That's great! It means that my gift is unique and special! Where is it?” And the excitement returned.

Honestly, Jonathan is sometimes surprised by how excited Steve can be about pretty much anything.

He took two steps back, until he was next to the desk, and opened the first drawer, removing an object carefully wrapped in dark blue paper. “I hope you like it,” he muttered, sitting down on the bed again and handing the gift to Steve.

He was amazed at the speed at which Steve grabbed the gift and started tearing up the paper, making him even more nervous. Part of him wants to see what Steve's reaction would be, while the other part wants to jump out the window and run away so he didn't have to see Steve's reaction.

His boyfriend's eyes widen when he finally sees his gift, and this makes Jonathan even more nervous. “It's a...”

“It’s a scrapbook,” Jonathan says, preferring to look at the sheet on his bed than his boyfriend's expression. “I put all the photos we took together and some other things... And Will did a drawing of us on the first page. He said he wanted to contribute to the gift...”

Steve flips through the pages. He can't help but smile as he looks at Will's drawing – Steve has one arm around Jonathan while the other holds some hairspray aimed at his exaggerated hair, and Jonathan is smiling and holding his camera towards Steve. This boy will become a famous artist one day, Steve is sure of that.

The second page has a photo that Jonathan took of Steve; he's on top of a park bench, almost losing his balance. Steve remembers that day. It was one of the first times they hung out together as friends. He accompanied Jonathan on one of his photography sessions to the park; he had to take a photo of something as part of an assignment for the photography club or something - he can't quite remember the specific details, all he remembers is wanting to spend some time with Jonathan.

There is a caption next to the photo: "When I started to fall in love with you."

Steve carefully analyzes each of the photos; there's one of him trying on his Scoops Ahoy costume for the first time, an unhappy look on his face, both because of the stupid uniform and because Jonathan was taking a picture of him wearing that stupid uniform; another of the two of them sleeping on the couch, Jonathan's head resting on Steve's shoulder while his was resting on top of Jonathan's head (it was definitely Will who took this one); one from when their plan to spend a quiet night at home was ruined by the arrival of six noisy kids who begged them to play some board games with them – in the photo (certainly taken by Joyce), he can see Jonathan sitting in front of the coffee table playing Monopoly with the kids while Steve is sitting on the couch behind him, his arms crossed and face turned away with a slight pout on his lips.

There are so many photos, each one better than the last.

“Wow…” Steve mutters.

Jonathan takes this as a sign that he doesn't like the gift. “I know, it’s ridiculous and stupid and…”

“I loved it.”

“... What?” He quickly looks up to Steve. That's when he notices the sparkle in his eyes, the almost blinding smile on his lips, and the slightly flushed cheeks. “R-Really?”

“Are you kidding? It’s the best gift I’ve ever received in my entire life!” He places the scrapbook next to him on the bed and leans forward, wrapping his arms around Jonathan's shoulders. “Thanks. You are the best boyfriend in the world!”

Jonathan can't hold back the sigh of relief that escapes his lips as a smile forms.

“You’re also the best boyfriend in the world, Steve.” He responds, resting his hands on Steve's back.

They pull away from the hug, but Steve takes Jonathan's hands in his.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jon.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

They lean forward simultaneously, their lips meeting halfway.

Best (first) Valentine's Day ever – at least for now, because they're both planning to outdo each other next year.

[twinleafteaa]

🔅⚔️The smile of a thousand suns 🔅⚔️

Zolu fanfic (Zoro X Luffy) ⚔️👒

⚓️🌊Chapter 3: Luffy’s Little head🌊⚓️

At this point Luffy was like a lost puppy. He got the hint that his crew weren’t very impressed with him - the idea of talking to them just… just exhausted him. What he truly wanted was someone to just simply be with him - there was someone in particular but luffy couldn’t bring himself to think about him.

A few minutes had passed, at this point Luffy had been drenched in rain and could only think of one thing…well maybe two things. The one that he wasn’t embarrassed to think about was his bed. It seemed the safest place to go.

Luffy slowly walked back to ship, his gaze low and overall demeanour, sad and deflated. However, something caught his gaze. There was another ship docked right next to the Thousand sunny.

It was a marine ship.

In panic, luffy ran behind some packed up vendors stalls. He crouched down and peaked out. He could understand what marines were doing here - Wano was such an obscure place. Bounty posters don’t even reach here so what would they want?

“Giving yourself up without a fight!? Haha must be our lucky day!” A marine solider laughed. A couple of marines were escorting someone onto the ship. There were so many marines it was hard to see. Whoever is was must have been a big deal to send this many marines.

No-

It was zoro.

What- what was he doing?

Luffy stood up. His expression dead set on his friend. He was frozen, overwhelmed with questions. All he could think about…was him.

Without thinking, Luffy dashed to the group of marines.

“I’m here too!” Luffy called out with arms out, handing himself over. Almost every guard ran to the captain to capture him. Even a few off the marine ship came to restrain Luffy.

“You got the sea prism stone?” One marine asked. Another nodded before pulling out a set of heavy looking cuffs.

“You know, I wasn’t expecting you to have those…” Luffy commented.

“Shut it - when we found out some of the straw hats where here we weren’t gonna be unprepared.” A marine explained with a grin.

Luffy rolled his eyes and made a childish expression as he was escorted into the Marine ship.

His eyes met zoro’s - although his peer seemed to be scowling in annoyance, Luffy wasn’t scared. His face went red -painted with a awkward grin and he shrugged as if he hadn’t just handed himself in.

Both luffy and zoro were shoved onto the ship and escorted down to to a couple of jail cells made out of sea prism stone. Zoro willing walked into one while Luffy had to be dragged mainly the sea prism stone was making him weak and his whole body was limp. The prison cell doors were shut and locked - with two marines on guard.

“What are you doing here?” Zoro asked with a stern tone.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Luffy replied as he tried to get up off the floor. Zoro stood with his arms crossed looking straight ahead. The marines hadn’t even needed to restrain him - although his swords had been confiscated. He would occasionally glance down at his captain in the cell next to him.

“I’m just following orders.” Zoro said bluntly.

“Huh?” Luffy tilted his head to one side after finally getting to his feet.

“You have my full loyalty-“

“Yeah- but what’s that got to do with the marines!?”

“You are a lost cause.” Zoro sighed - it seemed his caption either couldn’t remember what he had said or didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“I don’t mind being a ‘cause’ but I sure as hell ain’t lost!” Luffy exclaimed lightheartedly.

“You sure about that?” Zoro asked.

Emotionally - Luffy was incredibly lost but physically, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oi! Stop talking to each other!” One of the marines on guards ordered. “If we here even the slighted order come out of your mouth we’ll shoot.”

“…okay- well lucky for you I’m not giving orders to this mosshead.” Luffy shrugged.

“CALL ME THAT AGAIN AND ILL KILL YOU!” Zoro snapped.

“Well that’d be one way to complete the only order you’re listening to!” Luffy exclaimed back.

The two marines looked at each other in annoyance.

“Stop talking or I’ll shoot.” The marine guarding Luffy threatened. After all the years the marines had been chasing luffy they still hadn’t learned. Luffy couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny!? Fine! We’ll just shoot your friend then.”

As if instantly, Luffy shut his mouth. Zoro took notice and smiled to himself.

Zoro knew how Luffy worked - even when Luffy was the most exhausting person to deal with - he didn’t mind because deep down he enjoyed his little quirks.

“Sir! We’ve had to delay setting sail - A storm is on the horizon - estimate time we’ll reach marine headquarters is 29 hours.” A marine solider ran down to the prison and told the two guards.

“WHAT!! That’s way too long!” Luffy groaned, slamming himself against the front of the cell.

“I said shut it!” The guard growled pointing his shotgun at Luffy.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you - we’re gonna be for ages so you’re gonna let him talk unless you want me to make your life a living hell.” Zoro interrupted. Luffy looked over at zoro - in awe.

The marines were forced to agree due to their own incompetence of not restraining zoro. Luffy smiled and made a funny face to the marine guards.

“Hah! I can be as loud as I want and you can’t do anything about it!” Luffy giggled.

“We can’t kill you yet - be we sure as hell can shut you up!” The guard growled, he approached Luffy’s cell and reached though the bars, grabbing the side of Luffys shirt. He was about to slam Luffy against the sea prism bars but the captain laughter sent shivers down the marine’s spine, making him hesitate.

“Wh-what is wrong with you!?” The marine stumbled back in fear.

Luffy just laughed.

“Stop freaking them out…” zoro said

“Why not? We’ve got 29 hours to kill?” Luffy huffed before he leaned against the bars of the cell that were closest to zoro.

“Stop touching the bars dumbass.” Zoro had to remind.

“Oh-Oh yeah - oops.” Luffy blushed before he shuffled away. He kept his gaze down and kept quiet for a moment.

All the feelings and thoughts he had previously had all vanished. He felt much more comfortable despite being in a literal prison cell.

“You seem a lot happier now.” Zoro pointed out.

“Huh-?” Luffy perked up “hm…I-im the same as I’ve always been!”

“So you’re still mad at me?” Zoro asked.

“I-I…” luffy stammered, his face red once again.

This time - he knew the words he wanted to say but even just looking at zoro made him speechless.

“I-I just don’t feel well right now.” Luffy replied sadly.

“I see.” Zoro hummed to himself. Things seemed to click into place. Luffy didn’t reply after that. He kept his gaze to the floor before sitting down. He was getting dreary.

“You alright?” Zoro enquired with a slight look of worry.

“Just feeling weak - I think I’d be okay if I didn’t have these dumb things on.” Luffy sighed, thrusting out his bound wrists. He got up off the ground and held onto the front bars of the cell. “Any chance taking these off?” Luffy pestered the guards.

“STOP TOUCHING BARS YOU IDIOT!” Zoro yelled.

“Geez don’t you start get all pissy or this is gonna be a long night for you~” Luffy smiled

“Tell me about it.” Zoro groaned.

Luffy stumbled back, although still with a smile on his face. He was getting weaker by the second. All this sea prism stone around him made his body feel heavy. Suddenly, luffy collapsed onto the floor.

“Ugh - everything feel so exhausting.” Luffy muttered.

“Are you okay?!” Zoro exclaimed

“Yeah, yeah nothing a nap can’t fix I’m sure.” Luffy tried to laugh.

Zoro glared at with concern. Luffy’s black fluffy hair fell down onto his tired face. His pink cheeks squished by the floor. He truly did look exhausted. Zoro couldn’t help but look at every inch of his tired captain - and he wondered what was going on inside luffy’s little head.

[ninjaturtlecosmo]

I shared this idea with one of my Discord friends, but guys.... Hear me out here xD

So if anyone reading this has seen the 2022 Chip and Dale movie on Disney+, you might recall all the different cameos that were shown in the movie, some owned by Disney, others not, unless Disney is really just slowly sinking their claws into more and more IPs without us knowing. Some cameos that especially caught my eye were very subtle and you have to look real close in the background to notice them before you miss them, but one example was a Gucci ad you see in the background at one point where Dobby from the Harry Potter movies was modeling for them, and another example (a personal favorite of mine) being that at one point you see a bench advertisement of Butthead from the cartoon Beavis and Butthead running for senator apparently..... Why do I bring this up? Well, seeing so many different characters from different shows and movies in this film had me thinking how if you wrote a fanfic set in the universe of this movie, you could basically write it about any fictional character you wanted to and have them be an actor from whatever show or movie they were from, but in the universe of the 2022 Chip and Dale movie xD

So, I got an idea from thinking about this...... That being the plot of an IF AU I might write set in the same universe as the 2022 Chip and Dale movie.

Basically if I were to write this, it would have Art Teacher as the main character, but here he's either just called Art, or even Arthur. And prior to being scouted as an actor for IF, he was originally an adult film actor who got into this industry just as a way to support himself financially, but when he was asked to star in an actual movie, he thought this would be his big break and he'd finally get to make something of himself..... But sadly things don't go so well due to the movie not doing well in the box office, plus only more popular characters like Blue, Blossom and Cosmo getting scouted for future movies, leaving Art in defeat as he goes back to acting in "adult films", wondering if he'll ever be in a place where he can make something of himself without worrying about money..... Cue a certain anthropomorphic wolf named Star coming to Los Angeles, who Art stumbles upon one night as she's playing a small concert at a local bar. They meet up close, they get to talk and get acquainted with each other, and then they meet up a few more times at different places and events and get closer as a result, eventually it getting to where they become a couple and Star tries to convince Art to quit being an adult film actor and do something that actually makes him happy, leaving Art with a difficult decision about what he should do for himself.......

[uncleasad]

how do you deal with writers block?

Hello, Anonymous friend, and thanks for this fun (and timely!) Ask.

The first thing I want to mention is there’s a difference between “normal” writer’s block and a persistent and wide-ranging writer’s block, which might be burnout instead. For burnout masquerading as writer’s block, I don’t have any good answers, but the recovery takes time.

For regular cases of writer’s block, can’t finish this scene, can’t figure out where to go next, and things like that, there are a wide range of strategies that I employ or have employed in the past.

When I got stuck on my very first fanfic, I started writing other ideas that came to my head. The 9 months between chapters on that fic spawned both the initial one-shots of the Tales from the Salvatore Kitchen series and the first three of my WIPs as I got stuck on each one, in turn, and started another 😂

I was always successful in getting writing again…just not in finishing the work I was stuck on in the first place 😳

On the first of those WIPs I mentioned before, when I got stuck at a certain point, I jumped ahead to the next scene I knew I could write, and I used that tactic fairly effectively; that fic is both one of my most-complete WIPs and also roughly 5 disconnected sections 😂

Another both effective and productive thing I do often is to go back and reread prior sections—paragraphs, scenes, chapters, sometimes even the entire fic—and/or edit. It refreshes my memory of what I’ve written and in a strange way rebuilds momentum, so that when I get to where I was stuck, I have everything in mind again and can plow through the wall.

Something I’ve used quite effectively recently is to take a prompt and write a very short fic from it, which has the benefit of switching my mind to a new context without getting me caught up in a whole new, full-fledged work. I think this has worked best when I know generally what I want to write but have gotten stuck on the specifics (actions or dialogue to fill out a scene); this seems to kick-start the creative juices, plus leave me feeling good (endorphins) from “finishing” something.

Those are the tools for breaking writer’s block that still involve writing and you the writer taking action on your own. The next set of tools are more passive and involve taking a break of some kind.

If you’ve poked around my blog much (and it’s perfectly fine if you haven’t!), you might notice I often post about getting ideas—both for new fics and for things I’m working on right now—as a result of doing mundane things.

So many ideas (often the craziest!) come to me in dreams! (Be sure to write them down/take a voice memo/whatever as soon as you wake up!)

Then there’s brushing my teeth…

And showering…

Working in the garden…

Or mowing the lawn…

Even taking a walk…

(Once again, try to keep something with you so that you can record these ideas in case you can’t immediately go back to work on your writing!)

The commonality between these is both that you’re taking a break from thinking about your project and also allowing your mind to wander while doing something mundane (though perhaps stimulating in a different way…light, smell, temperature, visually). It’s paradoxical how not thinking about your writing leads you to have breakthroughs about your writing, but there’s some actual science behind it.

The final thing that I’ve found useful is to talk to someone else about where or why you’re stuck. One of the great things about being here on tumblr this year is that our little community of active Hosie authors has reached critical mass, so there’s always someone around to talk to if we’re stuck on something. Sometimes that takes the form of a post and I get comments from others; other times it’s a chat in tumblr Messages. You can also engage a beta reader or IRL friends, or the like, too. (And sometimes just figuring out how to explain to someone else how or where you’re blocked on a work is enough to get you unstuck.)

There’s another article I’ve posted about which is a summary from an academic paper on writer’s block with a list of strategies employed by writers surveyed for the paper. I’ve broadly covered most of them here, but it’s worth glancing at the list I quoted in my post for a few other specific variations.

I hope some of this is helpful. We’re all different as writers, and how and why we get blocked on various things we’re writing are also different, so don’t worry if what works for me doesn’t work for you…keep trying things.

Thanks again for the Ask, and happy writing! (And feel free to follow-up if you have more specific questions about anything I’ve mentioned.)

[go-go-devil]

Anastacia of Astora for the Character Ask, please.

Sure thing! I'm glad you've been asking me about her lately 🖤🔥

First impression: I can clearly remember walking past her cell without noticing her at first when I entered Firelink and almost immediately went down to New Londo, and then getting shocked when I came back up and saw her in that cell! Instantly I felt sad for her since she couldn't speak to me, and then it just so happened that my next conversation w/ the Crestfallen Warrior was about her and... yeah. It was a real downer T_T

Impression now: Even though we don't get much dialogue from her I still ended up loving her so much! I've come up with many speculations on her backstory and can't wait to get to them in my fanfic!

Favorite moment: The final conversation you have with her where she mentions having spoken to Frampt about you linking the fire. There's a LOT to unpack in that short exchange! Firstly we now know she's able to leave her cell on her own volition (but mostly chooses not to), next that she's making use of her legs and tongue that we restored to her, and most importantly that she's on Frampt's side. Unlike him though, who wants us to succeed Lord Gwyn for the sake of preventing change in the world, Anastacia believes that this is the only way for the Undead Curse to be lifted, and so that "[she] can die human." I like this moment because it shows how complex the choices of the two endings actually are, and that both have their own benefits and perils attached to them which will affect the lives (or afterlives in this case) of the people you've come to know here.

Idea for a story: I mean technically I'm already writing one, though Anastacia's character won't start getting more development until a few more chapters in. But outside of epic novel length fics about the game itself, I'm always down to reading a story of what her life in Astora was like and what "heresy" she committed to be punished with becoming a Firekeeper against her will.

Unpopular opinion: Not really sure what opinions on her are "popular" or "unpopular," but I guess mine is that I think we need to see more enthusiastic interaction with her by the fandom. I'm disappointed that the vast majority of fanfics or fanart I see of her only ever concerns her death at Lautrec's hands, and just the general attitude of her being more of an object which moves things forward in the plot as opposed to a thinking, feeling human being (so basically the fandom treating her as Lautrec does in-game). I mean if you're all so obsessed with writing dozens of fics about Ornstein or the Nameless King, characters who have ZERO development in-game, then I don't see why y'all are shirking any headcanons and even fun AU stuff for Anastacia...

Favorite relationship: Anastacia & The Chosen Undead. I'm also down for shipping her with the Chosen Undead, but only if they're a woman ;-)

Favorite headcanon: My personal one is that her "heresy" was merely that she was caught praying to Velka. Maybe she always worshiped her, or maybe it was out of desperation to see justice be delivered in a world so devoid of it, but I feel that's the reason why Velka left us a Black Eye Orb by her corpse after she's killed.

[enaelyork]

Can I request about one shot that reader being General Veers(or some imperial gerneral)'s baby sister and reader dating Krennic. They caught you and krennic and he be like 'You broke her heart, I will break your bones'

Heeey ! Thx you ! First reader request since long long time ! Hope you'll enjoy it !

FANFIC CODE : +/- 1.5 k - 🔥xx - Reader(f) insert

✨Imperial ask are open ✨

[I don't care about any timeline in this story]

-Do not even think about it.

-What are you talking about ?

You looked at your elder brother with a mischievous look. Of course he noticed. He saw it as the smallest subtlety of each of your emotions. Nothing escaped Maximilian since you were children. As your eldest, he felt obliged to watch over you and protect you from the slightest danger that could occur in your proximity. But this time, he had noticed that danger fascinated you.

-The way you observe Director Krennic.

-I do not see what you're talking about.

Your smile said otherwise. You tried to hide it behind the glass of expensive alcohol that the waiter presented you, but it was in vain. No more than the red that now pigmented your cheeks. It wasn't the first time he could have overheard your interest in this man. Especially since your work had brought you a lot closer to it. Krennic had noticed your talents as an architect and very quickly, you realized that your profession was not your only common points.

He too knows what it’s like to live in the shadow of others.

It was hard not to think about him constantly. Especially since the kiss and the night you spent together during a previous gala. Maximilien had never known it and the anxiety of finding out had lessened as the weeks passed. Since then, you have reoffended several times without taking the risk of being caught. Work was the perfect alibi to hang out with the director without arousing your brother's suspicions.

Until tonight.

Krennic didn't miss a bit of your supposed discomfort. He was there, at the other end of this gala room and observing you with his mischievous look. From where you were, you could easily guess the sparkle of amusement that sparkled in his electric gaze, so fascinatingly blue that you could easily drown in it.

- Y/N, stop this right now.

- You're getting ideas, Max. There is absolutely nothing between Krennic and me.

It amazed you to be able to hold this kind of speech without anyone seeing the mask of lies. Max might be good at many things, but he was a poor observer when it came to noticing your flaws. The pressure you felt above your shoulders seemed to ease as you claimed you were only related to Krennic through work, or so you thought, until you hear it growl again.

-Keep playing me for an idiot, little sister. But I already told you: Krennic is not the man for you. For no one.

If he is interested in you it is because he sees an interest in it. For sure he was interested in you. Her gaze hovering over your long figure and the gorgeous silver-embellished dress you had chosen to attract her was irrefutable proof of that. Could it be that Max had noticed it too? If so, you admired his self-control. Your ex-boyfriend ended up missing teeth for a lot less than that. It was absolutely necessary that the storm cease, that the growing tension which reigned in the room subsides, but it is this propitious moment that Krennic chooses to approach you. You saw him move away from this woman by placing a hand on her hips before coming to you like a moth attracted by the light. Your heart quickened to the rhythm of his assured step and when he finally came up to him, he considered your brother as an emperor in conquered land.

- General Veers…

You wanted to burst out laughing. It was too solemn, too formal, too everything. Orson had his own way of provoking the aristocracy and he took great pleasure in teasing Max before your eyes. The latter responded as coldly as a gravedigger about to bury a body.

- Director Krennic.

- I am delighted that you responded to the senator’s invitation. Hoping that we will have time to chat a little if the opportunity presents itself.

- I'm a busy man.

- Obviously. Especially since you are in charming company. His gaze flowed over you like a trail of incandescent lava and you were unable to take your eyes off him. Some considered his attire ridiculous, but in your eyes, the whiteness of his uniform and the cape he was so keen to wear at all times gave him a presence that few Imperial officers could match.

- Miss Veers… His voice had the flavor of honey and reminded you of the way your name rolled on his lips in the hollow of your ear in all other circumstances.

No doubt he would seek to see you in private tonight, regardless of the people around you. Krennic was a professional at provocation and he never missed an opportunity to defy convention. Before waiting for the slightest reaction from your elder, or even from you, Krennic passed you to join another group of officers and some of their companions whom he greeted warmly, leaving you to plunge into mortuary silence.

- I want him dead. Your eyes rolled to your brother who seemed petrified by the anger brewing inside him.

-If he still speaks to you like this, if he still looks at you like this...

Fortunately, you weren't yet drunk enough to tell him that Krennic had already laid more than just his eyes on you. This threatening way he addressed these few words made you hesitate about the relevance of such a clandestine relationship. Was it really necessary to forbid you from seeing Krennic to please your brother?

No.

It was all over. You were tired of having to sacrifice your needs for the sake of the Veers family. These few months spent far from Coruscant, far from their influence, had allowed you to understand your true needs and it seemed obvious that Orson had greatly contributed to this emancipation. You remembered those few clandestine dinners in his office discussing for long hours about what had pushed you to accept this position with him, so far from the luxury of the capital. Krennic was a busy man, but you had been troubled by his constant attention to you.

He couldn't use you. It was impossible.

Taking advantage of a few minutes of inattention, you managed to escape the attention of your brother, who was too busy exchanging military strategy with other officers. The alcohol had flowed more than necessary into your glass and you felt the need to refresh yourself when a hand delicately grabbed your wrist, trapping you inside a toilet.

- He knows. Krennic's smooth voice slipped into your ears. Against your back you could feel his body pressing against yours and the tightness of the place still allowed you to face him.

- You would be dead if that were the case.

He chuckled arrogantly. As if he was immortal, untouchable. It was not knowing Maximilian Veers when we talked about his darling little sister. Your face was so close to yours that you could feel the alcohol oozing from his breath and making you even more drunk. He made you dizzy, his powerful scent, his warmth, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek.

- But he will have to accept it. he whispers. His eyes regarded the hem of your dress rolled up to mid-thigh with burning, uncontrollable desire. It was terribly hot and it wasn't just the alcohol.

- He has no say. You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck. His lips had reached yours before you had the chance to taunt him further. He tasted like mint, luxury alcohol and bergamot. You knew that from now on the galaxy could collapse around you, only its embrace counted.

- Director… You whispered as his gloved hand slipped between your thighs. Your head tilted back again when he crossed the edge of your panties. He was teasing you, trying to push you to the edge of orgasm and his lips were tenderly nibbling your neck while he now caressed your clit. Your breath escaped you and you barely managed to contain the moans that tried to escape from your mouth.

- What a good girl you are, Miss Veers. So sensitive, so impatient...

You were peaking. It didn’t take much longer for him to bring you to orgasm. Your hand was clinging to the wall of the small room when suddenly a violent impact against the door made you jump. You barely heard the Director's curse, too busy gathering your wits and readjusting your dress to compose yourself before leaving the bathroom. No doubt a woman in a very hurry, unable to wait a few minutes. You giggled at the idea of ​​imagining the face of this shrew when she saw the two of you going out. But when you discovered the identity of the troublemaker, your heart skipped a beat.

Maximilian.

Your complexion, red with desire, turned pale almost immediately while Krennic cleared his throat, uncomfortable but not disconcerted. Your brother's eyes could have been lasers and shot you on the spot. You had a choice. Shut up, defend yourself, justify yourself. But there was nothing to justify. You had just been caught red-handed being groped by your boss. By a man Maximilien hated. It was reality, you couldn't escape it.

-Max'. Please. You breathed without waiting for the slightest reassurance from him. I can…I have to…

Your brother raised a hand towards you, telling you to shut up immediately. Coldly, his gaze turned to Krennic and you were surprised that he was not yet disfigured.

- Let things be clear between us, Krennic. I don't like you. You saw the director's lips stretch into a mischievous smile that literally made you melt.

- Like many people here. Fortunately for me, your sister is not one of them.

You stood ready to restrain Maximilian's angry impulse. But he didn't do anything about it. Probably because avoiding a scandal in the middle of a senatorial banquet was his priority. Without taking his eyes off Krennic, he put a hand on your shoulder to pull him towards him, as if he were already trying to exfiltrate you in this ambush.

- Know one thing. Director Krennic. I can't keep my sister away from you, but if by misfortune I learn that you somehow broke her heart, I'll break every one of your bones and crush your arrogant smile.

[trashyswitch]

Don't Taunt The Tall Ones

Peach gets a noise complaint from a toad about Mario and Luigi. She goes to investigate, and discovers the boys having a pillow fight! But when Mario's competitiveness begins to go too far, Peach and Luigi make sure Mario remembers who he's messing with.

This fanfic was a funny little idea that I came up with weeks earlier. I had originally imagined a pillow fight with Peach showing annoyance and calling them children...and then it slowly turned into a funny game I like to call "How many short jokes can I possibly make in a single fic?"...But reading over Mario's dialogue, I realized I had turned Mario into a complete tool of a person...which wasn't accurate. So I rewrote some moments, and...here it is. I hope you enjoy!

Princess looked down from the balcony as a toad walked into the castle entrance. “Princess! The toads have reported a noise disturbance from Mario and Luigi’s house.” The roads told her. 

“A noise disturbance?” She asked, confused. “Do you have a witness?” She asked. 

“Yes.” The blue toad showed her a nervous, red toad. “He lives right nearby, and told us about it.” The blue toad told her. 

Peach looked at the red toad with a softened expression of empathy. “It’s okay, toad.” She told him, waving for him to come closer. 

Nervously, the toad walked closer and let Peach pick him up. The princess’s calm demeanor helped him calm down slightly. 

“You’re probably worried…” Peach said. 

The red toad nodded. 

“Did it sound distressing?” She asked the toad next. 

“Well…” the red toad cleared his throat and spoke up. “On one hand, it sounds like yelling and pain…but then it changes to laughter? Then back to yelling? It’s very confusing.” The red toad explained. 

Peach nodded and gave the toad a hug before putting him down. 

“I don’t know…I’ve never come across such a thing before.” The red toad admitted. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll go and find out what’s going on.” She told him. 

“Okay…thank you, Princess.” Toad told her. 

She smiled and patted the red toad’s head. “No problem.” 

Peach started to walk up to Mario and Luigi’s little house. And as she slowly got closer, she could understand what the toad was talking about. Sounds of yelling were filling her ears the more she got closer to the house. Have they never heard of noise complaints before?! 

She walked up and cleared her throat. She raised her hand up, ready to knock on the door…but quickly yelped and backed up as something heavy crashed against what she assumed to be the other side of the door. Then louder muffled sounds of familiar yelling mixed with laughter could be heard from where Peach was. It was unusual, and surprised her at first. But she quickly worked up the courage to walk up again, and finally knocked on the door. 

The muffled yells halted for just a second…before the words “WAIT THERE’S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR” could be heard. Peach crossed her arms as the door opened. 

“Hello- Oh!” Luigi reacted, opening the door more. “Hello P- WAH!” Luigi yelped as he felt a pillow hit the back of his head, knocking his hat right off his head and onto the floor in front of Peach. He turned around to the man behind him. “MARIO!” Luigi yelled. 

“Whaaat? I did nooothiing!” Mario teased before throwing another pillow at him. 

Luigi caught this one with his hand in front, before throwing it back at Mario, slapping Mario in the face. Then, the man turned to look at Peach. “Sorry, Princess. He’s being a pain.” Luigi admitted before getting hit with the same pillow again in the back of the head. 

Peach raised an eyebrow as she gave Luigi his hat back. “What…are you doing?” She asked. 

“Eh, just pillow fighting.” Luigi replied, pretending that another pillow hadn’t just hit him in the back. 

“HAHAAA! Mario wins 2-1! WAHOOOO!” Mario declared. 

Luigi frowned and turned to Mario. “You did NOT WIN!” Luigi yelled. “I said T-Game!” Luigi reminded him. 

Mario frowned. “No you didn’t! The game is still going!” Mario reacted. “And I win!” 

Luigi rubbed his nose, clearly annoyed. It didn’t take long for a green pillow to be thrown at Luigi’s face. As the pillow slid down the green man’s face and onto the ground, Luigi picked up the pillow and threw it back at Mario. “Aw come on! Don’t be such a sore loser!” Mario reacted, grabbing a small red pillow and throwing it like a frisbee towards Luigi. 

Luigi quickly opened the door wide open and moved Peach to the side.  The pillow soared right past them, out of the house and onto the grass below. Once the pillow landed, Luigi shot Mario a glare. 

“WAH!” Mario reacted. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he had realized who he had almost hit with the pillow. He cleared his throat and straightened up, Bowing to her. “Sorry, Princess. I didn’t see you there.” Mario admitted. 

Peach chuckled while rolling her eyes. “I didn’t realize you were 5 years old.” Peach said. 

“Oh…ehm…” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario raised an eyebrow and stood in front of his brother. “I didn’t realize you were such a stick-in-the-mud.” Mario added. 

Luigi widened his eyes and looked at Mario with shock. Did he just-

Peach raised her eyebrows. “Telling by that attitude, I guess you ARE 5 years old! Would also explain the size difference too.” Peach joked. 

If this would’ve been a normal person, Luigi probably would’ve laughed. But this is the princess, who deserves better respect. So…he kept his laugh in. 

Mario walked up closer to Peach. 

“Uh- Mario-” Luigi could tell things were gonna go down, and attempted to interject. 

“You may be taller than me…” Mario mentioned before pointing his index finger at her. “But perhaps you need a small reminder: I have knocked Bowser down multiple times. So knocking YOU down is going to be easy as pie.” Mario declared with a smirk on his face. 

Luigi shoved a green pillow into Mario’s face. “Shutting your mouth would be much appreciated, Mario.” 

Mario hit Luigi with his small red pillow, knocking Luigi back. “T-Game is OVER!” Mario sprinted to Luigi and tackled him to the ground.

Luigi felt as his back hit the ground, knocking a slight bit of air out of his lungs. But the man recuperated super quickly…because as Mario sat himself up and adjusted himself, Luigi quickly picked up Mario under the arms and literally stood back up onto his feet with no issue. “Mario…” Luigi tried to tell him. 

At first, Mario widened his eyes and looked down at his feet, which were literally dangling. Then, Mario growled in anger and began struggling to get out of Luigi’s grip. “LET ME GO!” Mario shouted. 

Luigi sighed and looked at Peach. “I apologize for Mario’s behavior. He’s usually like this when he’s being really competitive.” Luigi admitted. 

“I win! End of story!” Mario yelled, starting to push on Luigi’s arms and get out of his grip. Luigi looked at Peach again with slight exhaustion, whispering the words ‘sorry’ to her. 

Peach shrugged her shoulders and just watched in awe as Luigi easily dominated his brother. 

Luigi looked back at Mario and waited patiently for his brother to stop struggling. It took a few extra seconds, but Mario did eventually go limp in his arms. Luigi calmed down slightly as well when Mario stopped. Mario soon pulled himself into a much calmer position. “Luigi…” He said. “Please put me down.” Mario said. 

Luigi smiled slightly. “I will put you down.” He said. “Good.” Mario replied. 

“BUT…” Luigi said, narrowing his eyes at him. “...I think you first need to be reminded of who you’re messing with.” Luigi said. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “I know exactly who I’m messing with.” Mario told him. “And newsflash, I’m not scared.” 

Luigi gave him the best warning face he could. 

Mario raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. “What’s that look for?” Mario asked.

Peach seemed to understand the look on Luigi’s face, though. “I think you should listen to him, Mario.” Peach told him. 

Mario scoffed. “You seriously expect ME to be scared of my little brother?!” Mario asked. “HA! Please…Don’t make me laugh.” Mario taunted. 

Peach widened her eyes. The man is seriously taunting him? Even while being clearly dominated?! Peach shook her head as she stared in awe…Then, she put on a slight smirk as she walked closer. “Geez…I wonder: How on earth do you deal with him when he’s like this?!” Peach asked, acting surprised. 

Luigi smiled brightly as he looked at Peach, noticing her change of expression. “I’ll happily demonstrate if you help me.” Luigi offered with a wink. 

Mario widened his eyes and frowned. “Demonstrate what?” Mario asked. 

“Deal. What do you want me to do?” Peach asked. 

Luigi chuckled and brought his brother up to Peach like he was holding a toddler. “Please hold onto him for me.” Luigi told her. 

Peach lifted Mario’s arms up into the air, before placing Mario’s feet on the ground. “Like this?” Peach asked. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows, but…quickly smiled. “Yeah, actually! That’s an easier idea than I had in mind.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario dropped his jaw, utterly offended that Luigi and Peach were treating him like he wasn’t even there. “Wha- Hey!” Mario pulled on his arms. “Peach…If you don’t let me go, then- Th-Then-” 

“Then you’ll what? Throw a temper tantrum?” Peach asked. “Run to your Mommy?” She taunted back. 

Mario growled as she treated him like a toddler. He pulled on his arms again, but grew quite shocked when he realized how strong the princess was. “Peach, let go!” Mario yelled. Luigi walked another step closer to him, causing Mario to straighten up slightly. “Don’t even think about it, Luigi!” Mario warned. 

“Don’t think about what?” Luigi asked, cracking his knuckles. 

Mario’s breathing sped up a little as he pulled on his arms once again…but they didn’t even move an inch. Mario was stuck in place, and as vulnerable as can be. This alone began to scare the boy…And with Luigi getting closer and closer, Mario’s face was changing from slight nervousness, to slight panic.  

“Now where to start…” Luigi said out loud, holding his chin. 

Peach widened his eyes and smiled brightly, chuckling a bit. “I know where this is going.” Peach said. “It all makes sense now.” 

“Luigi, this is ridiculous! Think about what you’re doooOOOHOHOHOIHIHING! OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOhohoooo!!” Mario interrupted himself as he felt a single finger touch his armpit, and drag itself all the way down his right side. 

“Oh I’ve thought about it…and I wanna do it!” Luigi declared, before moving his finger towards the spot right below his ribcage.  

“Luigi, LuigiiiIIIHIHIII! BAHAHAHAhahahaha! Nohohot thehehere! NOT THEHEHERE- HAHAHAHA!” Mario laughed. 

“Wow! How did it take me this long to find out Mario’s ticklish? We’ve known each other for years now!” Peach reacted. 

Luigi giggled at this. “He doesn’t like other people knowing about his weaknesses.” Luigi teased. 

“LUIHIHIGI’S TIHICKLIHIHISH TOHOHOHOO!” Mario yelled. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “Well duh! Everyone’s ticklish! I’m sure Peach is ticklish too!” Luigi added. 

“Yes…but you’re not tickling me.” Peach warned with a smirk. 

“Ey ey, Princess.” Luigi replied. 

Peach moved her hands around, so she could rest her left arm for a bit. 

Luigi noticed this right away, and tilted his head slightly as he removed his hands from Mario’s ribs. “Do you want me to hold him for a bit?” Luigi asked. “We can switch positions.” He offered. 

“Luhuhuigi, dohohon’t you dahahare!” Mario warned. 

Luigi looked at Mario for only a second…before looking back at Peach. “Peheheheheach, Ihihi’m waharning you toohohohoo!” Mario warned next, hoping at least one of them would listen to him. 

Peach looked down at Mario this time for a moment, before looking back at Luigi with a small smirk. “Really? You’re actually gonna let me tickle Mario?” She asked, a bit surprised. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “Well, only if you want to-” 

“Yes! I want to!” Peach declared happily. “Take his hands.” She said as she waved for him to come over.

Luigi walked over and took Mario’s wrists, holding them up above Mario’s head. “Ready, Mario?” Luigi asked as Peach walked up with a smirk on her face.

Mario looked to the bottom corner, biting his lip and going quiet. “uh-...I…” Mario muttered. 

Peach giggled and looked over at Luigi, who only chuckled back with a smile of his own. 

Peach leaned over, right into Mario’s face. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Peach teased. 

Mario gulped as he visibly grew more and more red by the second. This redness only grew more scarlet as Peach removed her white gloves and wiggled her fingers in the air at him. Unless he had been living under a rock since he was born, Mario knew EXACTLY what was going to happen. Mario closed his eyes and tensed up as he awaited the inevitable. 

He waited…waited impatiently for something to happen…

Even though he knew that only seconds had passed, Mario still refused to open his eyes. 

“...Well this is boring…” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario opened his eyes only slightly. He was hesitant to even attempt to open his eyes. But…the wait became too much for him…And Luigi’s words only worsened his confusion. 

Nothing was happening…and Mario needed to know why. 

“What are-” Mario widened his eyes. “GyaAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Mario shouted, throwing his head back and knocking his own hat off his head. 

“Hehe! Nice try, Mario.” Peach switched to squeezing his left hip. “But your attempts to stop me, will only make things worse~!” Peach teased. 

“Wowie!” Luigi reacted, taken aback. “Not a bad choice, Princess!” Luigi added.

“Thanks!” Peach replied with a little giggle. “And just call me Peach, okay?” Peach asked. 

Luigi blushed slightly. “Oh...okay.” Luigi mumbled. 

“STOHOHOP FLIHIRTIHIHING!” Mario yelled at them. This comment alone was enough to make Luigi’s cheeks brighten. 

Peach rolled her eyes. “I’ll stop flirting as soon as you stop laughing.” Peach teased. 

“WHAHAHAT?!” Mario yelled as he curled his toes from inside his brown shoes. “HOHOW IHIHIHIS THAHAT FAHAHAHAHAIR?!” Mario asked. 

“Well clearly, it’s not.” Peach replied, before booping Mario’s nose with her free finger. “But that’s what makes it soooo fun~”  

Luigi bit his lip as he tried (and failed) to look away so he could cover up his bright red face…He did NOT expect Peach to be this good at teasing. And the teasing wasn’t even directed at him! It was supposed to be directed at Mario! He hoped and prayed that Peach hadn’t noticed his face yet. 

But unfortunately…when Luigi looked at Peach again…

Peach was staring right back at him with the biggest, most evil little smirk on her face. Not only that, but she had actually stopped tickling Mario…only to observe Luigi in his overly embarrassed state. 

And as if Luigi’s face couldn’t get any more red…

It did. 

“You…” Peach was struggling not to laugh. “Look like you’re ready to buhrhrst of embarrassment!” Peach reacted. 

With Luigi temporarily distracted, Mario pulled his hands free and turned around to look at Luigi himself. “Oh…” Mario muttered, shocked. 

Luigi squeaked and covered his face, mumbling to himself and stuttering helplessly as he continuously failed to explain why he was so red and embarrassed. 

Mario could only feel sympathy for his brother. “Did Peach’s teases get to you?” Mario asked, patting his upper arm. Luigi only let out a little whine in response. 

“Is…that what’s going on?” Peach asked. 

Luigi could barely communicate properly…so the only response they got from Luigi was a little muffled mumble. 

“Awwww…” Mario chuckled before grabbing something. “Okay. Luigi?” Mario asked. 

Luigi hummed very quietly, slightly uncovering his right eye for a moment. Peach smiled and walked up, covering Luigi’s eyes. “Close your eyes.” She told him. 

Luigi let out a nervous breath before uncovering his eyes, revealing his closed, squeezed eyelids. 

Peach took the item from Mario’s hand, before readying her arms…

And in one fell swoop something soft slapped Luigi right in the face! 

Luigi opened his eyes and froze in place, shocked as anything by such a soft, but strong blow. But the moment the pillow landed in his hands, Luigi fell out of his trance. “Wha- HEY!” Luigi reacted before riling back the pillow, a newfound confidence growing on his face. “Oh, you’re on!” 

“Whoa! You wouldn’t hit a girl, would you?” Peach teased. 

Luigi hesitated for a moment…and softened his expression…Oh gosh…Should he? Should he really hit a gir- 

PWUFF! Another pillow to the face by Peach! 

Luigi fell backwards, landing on his back. “OOF!” Luigi let out. “WOW!” Mario reacted. “What a hit!” 

“Put your hands up where I can see ‘em!” Peach declared, her hand back, ready to throw the pillow again. 

“WAH-” Luigi quickly listened to her command and put his hands up in arrest. 

Despite having his hands up, Peach still threw the pillow at his face…but only to temporarily distract him long enough for Mario to jump on his brother and tickle him back. Peach’s ‘stick-in-the-mud’ attitude was completely gone, and a more playful princess had finally come out. And though everyone’s laughter filled the room, Luigi’s laughter was the strongest out of all of them. Though who would’ve blamed the man? Mario’s primary tickle spot to target was Luigi’s hips! And as it would turn out, the twins have at least one ticklish spot in common.