#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.........

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

The Sun Says Hello - Omori fanfic - Part 2

(Essentially an Omori fanfic where the events are told from Kel’s POV. Some changes to the story for the sake of me wanting to make this a Suntan fanfic 🧡🖤)

Part 1

Kel took in a deep breath. He’s tried knocking on Sunny’s door many times before. He was always ignored. And he was emotionally preparing himself to handle the rejection again. 

He knocked on the door a couple of times before resting his closed fist on the door, taking a deep gulp and praying that Sunny will answer. 

But he was used to the rejection. 

He was used to being ignored. 

He was used to getting his hopes up…

But, what he wasn’t used to.. was a response. 

The door slowly creaked open and the moon finally became a crescent. 

…

Upon seeing Sunny, Kel was in shock. He was here. In front of him. This was really happening! Kel felt like he was dreaming. 

He took a second to look at Sunny. He was wearing very simple clothes, but surprisingly.. formal? More formal than what you would wear if you were lounging around the house all the time. 

Actually, now that he thought about it, the outfit looked a lot like the clothes Sunny had laid out for him to wear to the recital…

Kel quickly shook those thoughts out of his brain. 

He looked at Sunny’s face. Had he.. always been that pale? And were his cheeks always so sunken in? And the hollows in his eyes… and he was so skinny and frail.. and.. and the bandages on his arms…

“Sunny!” Kel quickly said, doing everything he can to not scare him off. Don’t ask about his appearance.. it’ll scare him off. I just got him back.. “You actually came out!” he exclaimed and wanted to slap himself for how rude that sounded. “Er, I mean.. uh.. ok, I’m, uh.. going to be honest with you, Sunny. I.. really didn’t expect you to come out.. so I don’t really have a game plan here.” It was embarrassing. But after having all of his prayers ignored, Sunny actually coming out sounded something straight out of a dream. 

Sunny was already beginning to retreat behind the door, so in a desperate attempt to keep him from leaving again, Kel says, “Hey, I know! Let’s go to Hobeez!” Seriously, Kel?! He hasn’t been outside in 4 years and your idea of a fun hangout is Hobeez?!

“Um, uh.. you remember the way there, right?” he said, attempting to remain smiley and cheerful. 

Sunny hesitated, gripping the doorknob and glanced back into his house. 

Please don’t go back inside.. I haven’t seen you in so long.. I can’t let you leave without spending at least one day with me.. please… please… 

Obviously, he said none of that outloud. He couldn’t.. that would make him sound embarrassingly desperate. 

So when Sunny stepped out of his doorway, Kel felt his heart skip a beat and he felt like he was on cloud nine. 

“All right! Let’s head on over there!”

He let Sunny lead the way. They walked past the park and Sunny stopped for a moment to observe his surroundings, squinting constantly as his eyes tried to readjust to the sunlight. 

He is so pale. I need to help him get some vitamin c. 

Sunny kept pausing on the sidewalk, staring into nothingness, as if he saw a ghost, before taking a deep breath and continuing to walk. 

But what really caught Kel off guard was when Sunny scooped up a pile of trash. At first, Kel though Sunny was just being a good citizen and throwing away litter, but before he even had a chance to pat him on the back for his good deed, Sunny held it up like he just won a prize and stuffed the garbage into his pockets. 

Kel really felt like he should’ve said something then. Maybe ask him what was going through that head of his. But, of course, he didn’t. 

I don’t want to scare him off.. I can’t scare him off. I just got him back.. but.. WHAT THE HECK IS HE THINKING?!

It frustrated him to no end to have no idea. To only be left guessing. Sunny is.. was his best friend. He used to be able to read him like a book. What’s changed?!

��Oh ya..

Kel always blocked that memory from his brain. Repressed it with lock and key. 

He glanced at Sunny and felt like a flash of light shine through his eyes and his brain as he remembered that day. 

“S-Sunny..” Kel choked out as he crawled to his friend, wet, dew covered grass staining his skin and clothes. “Don’t.. don’t cry. This is all just a bad dream…”

Aubrey was sobbing after having just throwing up, Hero was standing in place with a blank, stiff expression, and Basil was shaking like a leaf. 

Kel’s main concern right now was to comfort Sunny. 

“That’s not Mari…” Kel whispered, trying to remain hopeful. “That’s no one.. it’s just a prank.. a really, really… bad.. prank..” Kel did everything he could to not break into tears. Hero was usually the strong one, but he’s shut down. So Kel will step into that position. “You’re going to b-be ok, Sunny…”

Sunny looked up slowly. He didn’t even look sad. Just.. guilty. 

“There’s Something behind you..” he whispered. 

And Kel turned to see what he meant. 

And then he really saw her. He really absorbed in the view of her hanging like a tire swing, the wind in her Raven black hair as it hung over her dull eyes. 

He tightly clutched Sunny’s shoulder and choked. And he screamed. 

The sun did not shine that day. 

Kel shook the memory from his head. 

Just don’t think about it, Kel! he thought. Focus on the now! Sunny is here, with you, in Hobeez! And after so many years!

“Maybe we can go to the park after this!” Kel offered. “Sound fun? We can even maybe go to our old hangout spot and see if it’s still there!”

Sunny looked down, as if he really wasn’t sure. Kel crossed his fingers and, to his luck, Sunny nodded ‘yes’. 

“Yay!” Kel exclaimed joyfully. “I-I mean.. great! Let’s go!”

He let Sunny lead the way again. He wanted to let him have some form of control. After.. everything, he could imagine that Sunny probably needed that type of feeling, even if it was something as simple as leading the way. Kel didn’t know.. he just wanted to make Sunny comfortable and happy..

They stopped at the park and Kel breathed in the smell of the grass and trees. “Love this place!” he exclaimed before turning to Sunny. “You missed this place?” he asked. 

Sunny shrugged slightly and Kel smiled sympathetically. “Ya, well.. I missed hanging out with you here!” Kel said, slinging an arm around Sunny’s shoulders. 

“Now, let’s see..” he spotted a couple of people he recognized, including one of his classmates. 

“You wanna play basketball with me?” he asked. 

Kel laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, man. I’m hanging out with my childhood friend, Sunny!”

He noticed from the corner of his eyes that Sunny seemed ever so slightly embarrassed. Almost guilty. Kel clenched his fists and made a mental note to make sure that Sunny always feels included to avoid having Sunny feeling guilty that Kel is spending time with him. 

Kel’s thoughts were put to a halt, however, when he heard a loud scream of someone yelling, “Please stop!”

Kel, someone who believes in Justice, immediately ran toward the noise and saw her. 

Of all people.. he was really hoping Sunny wouldn’t have to see what she has become. 

“Aubrey..” whimpered a boy that Aubrey and her gang was surrounding. “Please go away..”

Kel’s heart dropped when he realized who it was. 

“Basil!” he exclaimed. He turned to Aubrey with a sharp glare. “Leave him alone, Aubrey!”

She turned to him, her bright blue contacts glowing like cat eyes. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”

She glanced over at the figure looming behind Kel and her eyebrows shot up. 

“Sunny?!” Aubrey yelled. Her friends looked at her, confused, and she quickly composed herself. “I mean.. look who actually decided to come outside..” she said, crossing her arms. “Never thought I’d see you again.” She tilted her head to the side and smirked. “Thought you may have died or something..”

Kel took a protective step forward. “Knock it off, Aubrey.”

She rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip as she threw her nailed baseball bat over her shoulder. “Shut up, Kel.”

“Why are you like this? We used to be friends!”

Kel has been asking her this question for years. And she answered with the usual response. 

“People change, Kel. And note the words ‘used to be’.”

He growled and tried to step in between her and her friends. “Just let Basil go.”

“Ha! I don’t think so.”

“Aubrey…”

She glowered at him and lunged forward to attack. 

A fight has started. 

[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.

[stvharrngton]

okay u gotta hear me out on this one, cus I have no idea how to put it into words properly BUT

know how in a lot of fanfic and shit theres always the trope of reader being super loud with moans or that kinda thing? well.. well.

Steve/Eddie with maybe a best friend or s/o who's noises during sex are like, the breathy, high-pitched breaths out kinda thing? like sorta whines and full on whines and the whole "wow that moans gonna be so loud but I dont wanna breathy-whine-moan louder than I already am so im gonna have to breathe this moan in and swallow it until it comes out as a closed mouth whimper" like embarrassed that theyre actually being loud (so many ppl have to get off as silent as they can and I can just imagine reader being used to having to be quiet in sexual moments cus who wants to get caught touching themselves lmaoo like idk its just a very untouched, real trope)

like the breathy moan-whines that make ur eyebrows knit up together like ur almost in pain?? like so breathy idk how to get this across bro I hope u get me, like reader being so into it still

idk I have a feeling that it'd be different to what theyre use to and the first time they hear it theyre like.. all blood just rushes south no thoughts.

im a sucker for the Not In A Relationship Yet trope cus the pining is good but they somehow hear u like that ^^^^^ and its like the straw that broke the camels back - they gotta make you make those sounds asap

bonus points for when they try and give you so much that you actually end up letting a standard-regular moan out instead of ur whimpery- breathy - sweet - overwhelmed noises

i totally get you babe dw

i feel like either with eddie or steve maybe you’re best friends so obvs they know where you keep the spare key under that plant pot outside your house and yeah you were expecting them to drop by later but not until later and you’re feeling a little frustrated a little pent up and you’re home alone so why not take it into your own hands right? but you’re so into it and making yourself feel so good that you don’t even register the sound of the door going or the sound of someone climbing the stairs and then they hear it. that sweet moan you let out as you edge closer to your orgasm and they all but stop in their tracks, cheeks flustered and mouth hanging agape as they keep listening cause they can’t possibly stop listening to you moan as you get yourself off from the other side of the door

i feel like when you and steve finally get together and you start getting intimate you maybe hold your moans back a little still, cause you know you can get loud but you don’t wanna embarrass yourself and get all flustered in front of steve but this time he’s fucking you so good, so deep, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock all up in your guts and it’s just too much. so you moan. and you moan loud and it catches you off guard a little as your skin heats up and your eyes bug out of your head but like. it just riles steve up even more, makes him even more cocky and confident than he is around you. chucking at the sound he smirks at you, cupping your face as he says to you ‘oh, was that good, baby? you like that?’ and ‘such a good girl, where’ve you been hiding that all this time, huh?’ and ‘moan so sweet, angel, could listen to you all fuckin day’

but eddie is a little different i think. maybe he’s fucking you from behind, body bent as he presses your chest down into the mattress, but keeps your hips raised enough for him to fuck into them. your loud moans thankfully being muffled by the pillow but eddie’s had enough, so he wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you up towards his chest, his fingers loosely wrapping around your throat as his hips snap against yours still and he’s all like ‘come on, sweetheart, i wanna hear it, know you can’ and then when you finally do moan all high pitched and loud he’s all ‘oh, fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s what i like to hear’ and ‘y’sound so pretty, now was that so hard? gonna make you scream’

😵‍💫

[strawbrygashez]

I read a bunch of soapshipping fanfics today and I love how so many of them give Tyler actual flaws and treat him more human than he ‘actually is’ in the movie and…I wanna share some hcs i have that make Tyler ‘not perfect’ as well. I get the point that in the movie Tyler was supposed to have none bc the narrator needs to drool over him & see him as godlike but whatever. That man has issues. You can especially see this during when he was going Joker mode when he was getting beat up by Lou. Anyways this is going under a cut bc it’s long

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• I’ll start with the out with one that’s most common which is that Tyler is soooo bad at sharing how he’s feeling or being super heartfelt. The only person he even tells his true deep emotions to is the narrator after they’ve been together for a while. I feel like he would be that way due to how he was raised and or trauma. Getting him to admit to feeling uncomfortable is hard too. He wants to come off confident all the time so he will just smile at whatever is thrown at him even if it’s making him upset or anything like that. Also of course he has a hard time expressing how just deeply in love he is with the narrator and how much he cares about him. (Which causes problems for them both but they work thru it. Nothing could keep the narrator away from Tyler at the end of the day.)

He wouldn’t admit it but I think maybe he also resents himself for not being able to say certain things easier. He knows he hurts the narrator sometimes when he’s not saying ‘the right things’ and he genuinely doesn’t mean to hurt him in that way.

•He can get pretty jealous. Not like how the narrator feels like he’s about to kill himself bc someone even glanced at Tyler but like, if Tyler thinks someone is being a little too friendly to narrator or if he thinks the narrator might enjoy being around someone else ‘too much’ he gets all huffy, smiles threateningly, and either interrogates the narrator over ‘what that was’ later or just roughs him up some when they are in private again. He hates the idea so much that the narrator could look up to someone the same way he does Tyler. He has questions going through his mind along the lines of how are they better than him? What does he see in them? Do they make him feel more loved? And etc.

Hypothetically he should know that the narrator would rather die than touch anyone else & that the narrator sees him as a God but,, Tyler is just like that :/

•Ok now for a not widely accepted hc about Tyler. I don’t think he’s that good at writing or reading. He’s not terrible at it but I think he really didn’t give a shit about most things in school besides history. (He could probably give a big whole speech about how bad school systems are)

He doesn’t really care that he’s not that good at either of those things but does get a little embarrassed about it when the narrator points out he spelled something wrong. He will just grumble about “who cares?” or “whatever dipshit.” The narrator doesn’t mind that Tyler’s not the best at it and helps him out when he needs to without picking on him.

•Kinda canon but he’s a act before thinking type of guy in most situations. He prides himself on it for the most part but also there is times where it doesn’t end well for him. He will defend himself about whatever he did ‘wrong’ for a while until he finally is some how able to admit he’s sorry and shouldn’t have done something (only to the narrator. He doesn’t care that much if it’s anyone else that isn’t especially close to him)

•I think he had a self h*rm problem growing up. He doesn’t do it anymore now that he’s older bc he has fight club and whatnot. I think SH helped him come up with FC since he thought physical pain always helps solve mental pain.

He doesn’t hide the old scars since he can blame it on like a ton of different things and people don’t have a reason to doubt him. Like he can say he got them from years of fighting, while running away after getting caught doing stuff he shouldn’t, stuff like that. Sometimes he also just doesn’t lie about it and just says straight up what they are from. It just depends on who and how he feels that day. Like mostly the only ppl who know what they are really from are the narrator & tylers close family and maybe Marla.

Not to be cringe…I know the “he kissed my scars 😢😢” things can be cringe (believe me I would know) but I think Tyler thinks it’s sweet when the narrator does kiss his. The narrator hates that Tyler ever felt like he had to do that (but at the same time is okay with fight club??? Lol) The narrator has stayed up in bed while Tyler is sleeping and just looked at all of them and thought to himself about how Tyler must of felt, why he felt like he had to, and all that.

•My man has some kinda mental illnesses. I couldn’t say what but he just does. He’s a very impulsive man and can become very manic is all I can really say.

•He will get ideas and plans in his head and focus on them a little too hard and it’s hard to pull him out of it. The narrator is really not someone who should be fussing at people for not sleeping but he does anyways. He offers to work out whatever plans or ideas Tyler has while Tyler rests. Sometimes Tyler will let him & sometimes not. If not, the narrator will at least stay close to him so they can talk about whatever is on Tylers mind.

•He actually used to hate his laugh a little when he was a young teen. He got over it after a couple years and now doesn’t give a fuck what others think. He will laugh as loud as he wants in a quiet room if he wants to.

•Going back to that manic thing, I think the narrator can usually calm him down. It especially helps if he’s holding Tyler and pulls him away from whatever has him worked up. Narrator will run his hand up and down Tylers back or just talk to him soothingly. Tyler is usually thankful for it once he’s calmed down.

•Canon-ish again but Tyler can get a bit in over his head with some stuff. He believes he can do just about anything which leads him to getting into situations where he finds out he actually has little to no idea what he’s doing. He had this problem as a teen too like he’d say stuff like “Sure I could fix your fence!!” or just like little odd jobs around the neighborhood and he actually doesn’t have much of a idea what’s going on but It helped him learn how to do all kinds of different things in the long run. He just always finds a way to make things work more often than not in his own ‘Tyler’ way.

•Okay often he really doesn’t genuinely care if someone wants to listen to his speeches/knowledge or not. He likes sharing them since he knows they’ve helped others but he’s been doing that for as long as he can remember even at inappropriate times. Like I dunno, as a kid at a funeral I could see him just telling some random person there about how he knows how bodies decompose, how bodies slowly rot and what each stage looks like. (I think that’s why he loves the narrator. He loves how randomly weird he is as well.)

•He needs attention all on him. He loves it so much and feeds off of it. His favorite kind of attention is from the narrator and he will get snarky and whatever when he feels like he isn’t getting enough from him but also he just thrives off attention from anyone in general. It’s what makes him carry himself so confidently. He knows people are dying for a minute of his time and to be the idealized version of himself he puts off.

•He doesn’t allow himself to cry in front of others. More than likely it’s because of his father saying boys shouldn’t cry or be weak. He knows it’s bullshit deep down but he still holds that mindset for himself. (If another dude is crying like the narrator, he won’t give them much shit for it.)

•My final idea for right now….he hates the doctors and all things like that. He can say a ton of reasons why but the main ones are he just feels super uncomfortable at places like that because either 1. He doesn’t want them going on about how bad his or the narrators health is & being really worried for them and questioning them.. or 2. He just finds it hard to be as snarky or smart to ‘em. They all don’t usually fall for his bs unless they are a part of fight club or project mayhem.

[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…

[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?

[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

🔸 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.

[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. 

[ashxketchum]

Mayblade 2023 - Day 4

Note: This is technically my submission for the prompt Sci-fi, you’ll find that word in there somewhere. Though I started writing it in 2020 or early 2021, when I received a dancing prompt request which eventually resulted in Chapter 8 and this piece being shoved into the WIP folder, until today! I read Chapters 2&4 of Life in Colour by @azikarue and felt very inspired to pick this piece up again, remember to check out this lovely fic as well 💗

[post divider by @/cafekitsune]

“Nice of you to finally show your face around here Tyson!”

The whole gymnasium paused and turned their heads to look at Tyson, and while usually, he didn’t mind being the centre of attention, right now the collective gaze of his classmates did make him feel embarrassed. But his annoyance with Chief’s tone and volume seemed to win over the former, sure Chief often scolded him during training and matches but this time the superiority in his voice coupled with the effect from the megaphone seemed to irk Tyson a little too much. Instead of responding with words, Tyson just faced him with a stoic look and it seemed to do the trick because a minute later Chief was hastily climbing down his makeshift throne and making his way to where Tyson and Hilary stood near the entrance.

“What I meant was, I’m so happy to finally have you be a part of our production.” Chief let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly in hopes that Tyson wouldn’t get too mad at him for his outburst earlier.

“Can’t say the same for myself,” Tyson muttered under his breath but Hilary caught on to it and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Anyway, the point is he’s here now,” she said as she turned to face Chief, speaking in her usual bossy tone that Chief had trouble talking back against, “and he has agreed to play the other lead. So, all our problems are solved.”

“Tyson will play the male lead?” Chief almost shrieked in surprise, turning the heads of many of their classmates, who worried that the director’s mood getting worse couldn’t bode well for any of them.

“Ouch.” Tyson raised his eyebrows, not that he was expecting his friend to be all gung-ho about his participation but the reaction was a little over the top even by his standards.

“No I mean, it’s great that you’ve shown interest in our efforts.” Chief retraced his words yet again, “But I’m not sure about casting you in a lead role at such short notice.”

Tyson wanted to tell Chief that their only audience was supposed to be a bunch of bored teachers and even more disinterested parents and students, that his production wasn’t going to be screened at Cannes or be eligible for an Oscar, but in much more colourful words, however, Hilary beat him to it.

“Oh for god’s sake, it’s just a school play.” She rolled her eyes at the hurtful look that settled on Chief’s face, “And it’s not like you have a whole pool of established actors to choose from.”

“Even if it’s just a school play, I have certain standards I like to follow.” Chief adjusted his glasses, his voice and hands both shaking out of the fear of talking back to the brunette, “And this isn’t Beyblading where Tyson can just waltz to the top without any effo-”

“Hils, I’d like to speak to Chief alone for a minute.” Tyson passed a steely smile in her direction as he grabbed the ambitious director by his shirt collar and dragged him out of the gymnasium with much ease, not waiting for Hilary to respond, he shut the doors and pushed his pipsqueak of a friend against them.

“Okay, now here’s what going to happen,” Tyson began in a low, threatening tone as Chief cowered slightly under his glare, “we’re going to stay here for about ten minutes, keep an eye on your watch.” Chief nodded in acknowledgement, so he continued, “Then we’re going to go back inside and you’ll tell Hilary how convinced you are by my acting skills and now love the idea of me being the lead.”