#where is god in all this?? wouldn't you like to know-- or maybe not 😉

[stzrgirl4norris]

winner's get kisses

max verstappen x socialite!reader smau

summary: as you begin to attend the races more frequently than usual, fans start to wonder the reason behind your appearances and it doesn't take long before speculations surrounding a relationship with one of the drivers. and max? he's jealous and tired of seeing people get it wrong

based on this request by this lovely anon

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f1gossip Super fan alert?🚨 socialite and it girl @ yourusername has been seen around the paddock for the race this weekend, this is her fourth race of the season. The reason behind her appearances remain a mystery.

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user god forbid a girl has a hobby 🙄

user oh shocking another model trying to date one of the drivers lol

user hasn't she always been a fan of f1 you guys?

user !!!!! she has always been interested in races, even before she got in the public eye

user oh yes, a woman who likes a sport, it's probably because of the cute athletes 🙄🙄🙄

user i hope it's lando 😍

user ewwww not lando user what's wrong with lando??? user they have been friends for years now

⋆˚✿˖°yourusername added to their story

"another day of being a sunday racing club member"

⋆˚✿˖°Y/N on Vogue Beauty Secrets:

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yourusername never getting tired of engine sounds. also, congrats champ @ maxverstappen1 💙

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user OH MY GOD IS IT MAX?

user chill guys leave her alone tf

user you are so weird for obsessing over her dating life

maxverstappen1 thank you so much! ❤️

user oh he gave her the red heart user yeah it's max

lando where is my congratulations post?😭

yourusername bro you finished p8 lando rude af user this is giving enemies to lovers

georgerussell63 so good to see you this weekend! 😊

user my boy is fliiiiiirting user george behave yourusername get ready to see me more often georgerussell63 looking forward to it ❤️ liked by author

╭──────────.★..─╮ monaco grand prix ╰─..★.──────────╯

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f1gossip New couple alert! After an astonishing win by four time World Champion Max Verstappen in Monaco, he celebrated in a different style by running straight into his girlfriend's, Y/N Y/L/N, arms, launching their relationship to the world

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user yes! real journalism is back

user the most exciting part of the race to be honest

user his radio after crossing the line saying "this one is for my girlfriend"😭👏👏👏👏

user i collapsed on my living room user the crowd was shook

user this was cinematic af the f1 movie could never

user i bet max got tired of y'all saying she's dating every single driver, except him, so he decided to end this shit and shut everyone up

maxverstappen1 that's precisely it

user hard lauching your relationship with a socialite who is like every guy's dream girl after winning the monaco grand prix and securing first place on the championship is actually so max verstappen

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maxverstappen1 Got tired of you guys saying she is dating every single guy on the grid but me, so I had to prove a point

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lando mate you did not have to win like this to prove a point...

danielricciardo bro you could've just told the press...

maxverstappen1 it wouldn't have the same effect

user may this love find me🙏🙏

user he is so extra pls 😭🙄

yourusername next time you're about to kiss me on live television, please let me know so i can put red lipstick and smudge your face

user ok now they're just being unhinged maxvertsappen1 get ready then 😉

user if this is how they announced their relationship, i wonder how they'll announce their wedding

maxverstappen1 maybe a few fireworks in red and blue with the words "will you marry me?" after i win the wdc danielricciardo how is your pr team allowing you to post this? maxverstappen1 they aren't

redbullracing red bull princess 💙❤️

charles_leclerc it's okay yourusername you're still invited to our garage whenever😊😘

maxverstappen1 @ yourusername you've been to their garage?????? charles_leclerc and she'll keep coming maxverstappen1 only to set your car on fire

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yourusername i rather much prefer the kissing without the helmet on, thank you very much

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user she said "that's my man"✋💅

user your honor i'm on the floor

user i'm a big fan of this

user no way how tf did he pull her?

maxverstappen1 love you! ❤️

lando gross 🤢 it's like seeing my parents kiss

yourusername take your single ass out of my ig comments

charles_leclerc i wonder what max did to deserve this much success in life🫠

user lmaoooo charles user this comment please💀💀

user fucking max verstappen is the luckiest guy in the world

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danielricciardo i'm glad these two idiots decided to go public so now i can post pictures like this without having pr screaming at me

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user Y/N AND HEIDI WITH THE MATCHING SHIRTS😭😭😭😭

user i am totally normal about this btw

user can you imagine this double date???

user absolute chaos

yourusername omg if you ever caught me wrapped in a max verstappen blanket, no you didn't

danielricciardo that's not even the only picture i have of you like this lando i have about three tbh

maxverstappen1 you look like a fan account😂😂😂

user don't be shy dani post your entire camera roll

[miyakazashi]

Prepare for the worst guys...

The Link Click fandom is going crazy over this on Twitter, and I'm gonna bring the chaos over here too 😉 I mean we might as well lose our sh*t together, right ?

I want to talk about the "see you later" thing, since the artist works for the sgdlr people, I decided it was only right to see this from a Chinese angle, "see you later", despite a not so common translation, can literally translate to “再見”, and even though “再見” is typically used in the sense where you'd see the person again, even when someone dies, the phrase is also used to ask you to say your goodbyes to the deceased, “好好說再見” or something on the lines of that, like more of a goodbye forever thing.

I don't like where this is going 🥹🥹🥹 help

And on Twitter there are two main analysis/arguments I'm seeing right now

1. Vein is going to die

The stairs symbolizes Vein taking the steps to the after life, and leaving his cloak behind is kind of a passing the torch thing.

Plus the "person in the middle theory" I'm seeing on twitter

2. Xia Fei is going to die

Oh, and what about my thoughts ? No thoughts, I'd rather just be in the dark and wait until episode 6, then start crying and screaming :D cause right now it seems like there is no chance of a good ending at all, so I don't even want to think about it anymore even tho I'm probably still gonna, but we could pray to the sgdlr gods to just sacrifice Cheng Weimin for the greater good 😃 sounds like a lovely idea, right guys ?

But yeah, I guess we're expecting these kinds of endings next episode

Vein dies

Xia Fei dies

Cheng Xiaoshi dies again in this arc (which is honestly what I'm hoping for, look it's nothing personal, I like cxs just as much as most of the fandom, it's just...I don't want any new deaths, and it's the only other reasonable option and it also ties back to the entire, Lu guang's first attempt at saving him thing, maybe I'm just coping but I think this is the most likely and also the safest option for the fandom)

Cheng Weimin dies😃 which is unhinged, I know, but tell me you wouldn't want this😃😃

While I'm writing this my neighbor is literally playing some emotional songs on the piano, Istg please stop 🥹🥹

Currently the safest people in the fandom are the Liu Xiao simps btw, the contrast is actually comical, while multiple sides of the fandom are crying, screaming, breaking down, the Liu Xiao simps are just sipping tea in one corner of the room, might as well migrate there for a while to avoid the inevitable pain

[thelov3lybookworm]

omg can we please get some more delulu reader x delulu azriel where the whole ic thinks they’re crazy and would absolutely not be s good pair, but they’re delusional and think they’re obsessed w eachother

” look at him just staring at me, it’s so obvious he wants me it makes him look stupid ”

” babes he’s literally glaring at you as if he’s planning to murder you ”

” she just cannot look away can she? god I know she’ll be my girl by the end of tonight ”

” um hello??? she’s literally talking shut about you, I heard her a minute ago?????”

and they walk up to eachother looking like they’ll fight but then they kiss to everyones surprise and leave them all with their jaw dropped. bext morning they see az and reader having breakfast together, and they’re nice to eachother

” alright tell me again how you fell in love with me azzie”

” okay, so it was when you first punched me. I really felt the connection there ( no pun intended )😍😍 “

” ohhh mother above i knew it!!! for me it was when you almost choked me to death w your shadows, true love fr😍😍”

everyone at the table:😟😟😟😟😟😟

Delulu!azzie x delulu!reader (Part 2?)

Summary: The inner circle feels like... they are going insane.

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A/n: hehe i really got nothing to say but i love this looooolll 😂

alsooo... i think this could be read as a part 2 to the previous lil thing i wrote for this prompt, so I'll just link it here if any of you wanted to read it 😉

enjoy, babes 😉

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Mor's pov.

Mor was seriously concerned for her friend, and it was not something that happened often.

Her friends were usually more sensible than this, and usually didn't call one of the most powerful male in the whole of prythian an ugly bastard and then always walk around nagging them.

But currently, Mor's best friend was glaring daggers at the Spymaster of the night court from across the dance floor, and Mor had never been more scared at the glare on the shadowsinger's face.

It wouldn't have mattered that much if Y/n and Azriel simply hated each other. But the fact that Y/n was so delusional over him and thought that the glares he sent her every waking moment of his day were because he was in love with her, didn't sit right with Mor.

Mor had tried to point it out multiple times to the winter court female, but the female either never paid attention, or she didn't care.

And now, as Mor and Y/n sat in the bar with drinks in their hands, the latter glaring all the way across the dance floor to the booth where the Spymaster was sat with the rest of the inner circle, Mor watched on.

A moment later, Y/n scoffed, turning to Mor.

"Look at him just staring at me, it’s so obvious he wants me. It makes him look stupid."

Mor's jaw was practically on the ground, and she spluttered out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Y/n, he’s literally glaring at you as if he’s planning to murder you." She whisper yelled, incredulous. But Y/n had turned away already, caught again in a staring-and-glaring-holes-in-the-other-person's-skull match with Azriel.

Mor sighed, swirling her drink in her glass before taking a long sip from it.

Even if Mor pretended that the two were really in love, she simply could not imagine them being a great couple. Not saying that she didn't want the two to be happy, but watching the pair constantly be at each other's throat gave her no hope that they could ever be in a loving relationship.

If they could simply sort out their problems with each other, then maybe there was a chance. But if not, Mor was sure she'd find one of their heads lying in the hallways of their home if they ever got together.

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Cassian's pov.

If someone told the Lord of Bloodshed that he'd be scared shitless of his own brother a few months ago, he would have laughed.

But here he was, coiled tight like a spring, ready to jump into action if his brother decided to kill the winter court female right in the middle of the dancing and drinking bodies that filled Rita's.

It was absurd. Ridiculous, really, how much hatred radiated off of Azriel as he sat there, practically breathing flames as he stared at across the dance floor.

To get a reprieve from the constant tension in his shoulders, Cassian stood, stretching before making his way towards the bar, near where Mor was sat with her friend.

"He is such a loser. I swear I've never seen such a big loser in my life. Ever." Cassian overheard Y/n say, and he had to physically stop himself from laughing.

"Y/n-"

Mor began, but Y/n beat her to it.

"He's also such a jerk. Bet he never gets any females because of that shit attitude."

Cassian decided it was enough overhearing for the day and walked back to where Azriel sat, the rest of the inner circle having slowly dispersed.

Cassian handed a glass to Azriel, who never took his eyes off the female that now stood from the stool she was sitting on with Mor, now making her way towards the dance floor.

The general watched as his brother knocked back the drink, slamming the empty glass on the table in front of him.

"She just cannot look away, can she? God, I know she’ll be my girl by the end of tonight."

Cassian very nearly spat out his drink, coughing loudly as he stared at the Spymaster, who glanced at him, unamused.

"Are you okay brother?" Azriel didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the dancing female, her gaze fixed on him. "Hello? Are you listening? She was literally talking shit about you, I heard her, like, a minute ago?"

Cassian was not proud enough to believe he was he smartest of people, and he would admit that he did sometimes get confused over things that needed using his brain. But he would like to blame his dumbness on his brain being closely guarded by his thick skull.

But the things he did not understand? Those things were actually supposed to make sense.

But this? Azriel's weird delusion about how the female from the winter court was obsessed with him? This was not something that was supposed to make sense, and it would leave even the smartest person in Prythian scratching their heads.

But Azriel either didn't hear Cassian, or didn't care, because in the next moment, he stood, ignoring his brother as he made his way onto the dance floor, his steps sure and cocky.

Cassian watched in growing nervousness, then horror and shock, as Azriel stalked up to Y/n, as she stared at him, her eyes sharp.

Cassian watched, as his brother took the face of the winter court female's face in his hands, and promptly slammed his lips onto hers.

Cassian's eyes widened, his jaw unhinging from his face and dropping to the ground. A quick glance to the kissing pair's right told him he was not the only one who was experiencing this onslaught of emotional cocktail.

Mor stared back at Cassian, her eyes as big as Nyx's fists, her mouth opening and closing like a fish's.

The scene was comical, though it didn't erase the shock coursing through Cassian's veins. And all that he could think about was...

What the fuck?

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"Was I dreaming or did last night really happen?"

Most of the inner circle was seated around the dining table in the house of wind, holding their cup of their preferred beverages or eating their breakfast.

They all glanced up at Cassian as he spoke, but before anyone could reply, in walked Y/n and Azriel.

The sight of the two of them clinging to each other was as jarring as the night before, when the two of them had been filled with lust and clung to each other, kissing until Az winnowed the two of them away.

Well- Cassian thought, that is one way to answer my question.

The two ignored everyone else, as if not aware of their surroundings as they settled down next to each other, one of Y/n's hands clinging tightly around Azriel's bicep as he used the other to pile food onto a plate.

Azriel picked his fork, scooping up some scrambled eggs, holding it up for Y/n, who smiled and opened her mouth for him. He slipped the spoon inside, then took a bite himself.

The inner circle watched in shock, all thought eddying out of their brains as they watched the loving exchange.

"Alright tell me again how you fell in love with me Azzie." Y/n mumbled, laying her head on his shoulder after she finished chewing, hearts in her eyes as she stared at the spymaster.

Azriel seemed to think for a moment, then he smiled down at her as he held up his fork to her mouth again. "Okay, so it was when you first punched me. I really felt the connection there."

Y/n made a face that screamed aww. "So the first time we met?" Azriel nodded, nudging her to open her mouth. "Oh mother above, I knew it! For me it was when you almost choked me to death with your shadows." She sighed dreamily as she watched him take a bite of the food, completely oblivious to the turmoil the inner circle was going through.

Mor rushed to stand, mumbling something about having an important meeting as she hurried away. Rhys and Feyre stood too, saying they needed to check up on Nyx. And before Cassian could point out that Feyre was literally holding the babe, they walked away.

Left alone with the swooning couple, Cassian made eye contact with Nesta, who gagged silently at the love in the air, then inclined her head towards the stairs.

Cassian was all too happy to get out of there, as the moment him and his mate were out of sight, the sounds of clothes hitting the floor sounded, along with declarations of love.

And, honestly, Cassian was not one to judge people or be disgusted by other's love life, but he couldn't help but sympathise with Nesta when she gagged again.

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Azriel Taglist: @darthdumbasss @foreverrandomwritings

General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

[brokenpieces-72]

Oh my gosh, I loved your spin on the 141 taskforce and Mash 4077 piece! That was so good! I was giggling with the Mash references too 😂 I would love to see another Mash piece, maybe something on the lines of where "bird-eye"(😉) gets slightly hurt, concussion or something while coming back to the Mash unit and 141 finds her?? Please and thank you! 😇

I wasn’t expecting anyone to make a request for this but I’m very happy you did! Also, not sure if your meant slightly or severly hurt, because concussion and slightly hurt I would say are two very different things.

Birdeye Down

CW: mentions of death, violence, medical inaccuracies, mental health inaccuracies, angst, let me know if I missed any.

Bird groaned in the ditch she'd taken cover in. Fuck, she needed to get up. Get a radio, make a call. Get help. Something. Bird hauled her self out of the ditch to check the wreckage. Vehicles were over turned, and scattered like a toddler had run through a set up of toy soldiers. She was fortunate to make it under the bed. There were still enemy units wandering and lazily inspecting their disasterous work.

As soon as one of them turned their head, Bailey dropped herself back to ground, eyes shut. Playing dead was her best shot at survival. She could almost hear her grandfather smiling at the irony. Thankfully none of them came closer to her position, at least she didn't think so. Bird didn't hear footsteps, so she forced her eyes back open. God it hurt to breath. Likely a broken rib...or five. Her throat was dry and sore from laying in the dirt and dust. Her uniform had been torn up by broken glass and bullets grazing. There was a pounding in her head, and her eyes kept trying to shut on her. All of which had been pacthed up by dirt and grime.

Bird Eye snuck a peek hearing transmission static. There was someone on the radio. A loud bang and a flash of light and Bird ducked her head again. Fuck, not even a word of good bye. Bird hated waiting, she'd been waiting for a discharge forever. Wouldn't get a chance for that. Shit she hadn't gotten her mail yet either. Took how long for her to get a new pair of boots. Not death though. Death wanted to expedite their appointments, and this one was personal.

Bailey slipped in and out of consciousness, pulling herself back before she could slip too far. The enemy units were some distance now. If she got up, which her body seemed to be highly against then she would be going in blind. There weren't any soldiers close neough with intact radios. Even then, they would hear it. Wouldn't get enough time to even say good bye.

All she could do was wait. Bird hated every second. Bird was in pain every second.

Price loaded into the vehicle with the 141, and sped down the dirt road. Alex had a couple of medics in another vehicle, with Farah scouting ahead of the small convoy.

"Captain. I've located the wreckage." Farah radioed.

"Less than a click out Kilo." Price called backl. When they arrived, the vehicles were parked, and every man exited with caution while Farah dismounted her bike.

Everyone was scoping around, staying low in case someone dareed to cross Task Force 141. Alex split off with two others and Farah, while Price pressed on with his men. Alex recalled the last time he'd come across a mess like this. At least he wasn't a victim this time. He circled the vehicles and found several men shot and even the one that had tried to radio them for help. A gun shot was all they needed to hear to come.

"Gaz, check em." Price said finding a few men on the ground. Soap and Ghost were at the rear scanning for any squirters. Gaz didn't find any life.

"Nothing sir." Gaz reported. Price radioed Alex. "Echo, anything on your side."

"No signs of life Bravo." Alex reported. Not even a minute passed before the 141 heard shouting on the other side of the danger zone. Then gun fire.

"Soap, Ghost, watch for squirters. Gaz with me." Price ordered. Soap and Ghost kept watch, Ghost nailing a squirter before Price and Gaz got a few feet away. Farah didn't hesitate to come out and grab for a runner, pinning him to the ground. Before she could fire on the other one, Price stepped in, firing into the spine. Farah knocked out the one she'd pinned, while Alex pressed forward, checking the damages. Gaz gave her a zip tie for their unconscious captive.

Price reported the status of the situation. No more squirters, or enemy units. They didn't know what exactly had happened. Only that the convoy was on it's way back from an aidstation. There were still some wounded in the back of one of the trucks. Not many, and another truck was on the way. Price radioed as soon as the captive was restrained.

Soap lowered his gun, following Ghosts lead, checking the vehicles for survivors. A couple. Not many, and not awake. Ghost kept watch while Soap got their bleeding to stop, and tried to wake them. Ghost noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. "Soap we got another one."

Soap eased his way out of the crashed jeep coming over. He recognized the uniform, cursing. A medic. Smart enough to get away so they weren't killed. If only the medic could help them with the wounded they had. Soap approached cautiously, checking quickly for any other threats. Ghost stood posted up. Soap checked the medic's pulse. Weak but still there. "My name is Soap, can you hear me?"

"Y....yeah... no cpr... ribs are broken enough..." The medic said. Soap paused for only a moment as he recognized the weak voice.

"Steamin jesus." Soap breathed, before talking into the radio. “Ghost it’s Bird.”

Ghost called it in immediately, as Soap got to work right away on Bird’s injuries. Couldn’t remove anything yet, the glass could have severed something. There was some blood on her head, just from a cut. Her leg was badly damaged. “Alright stay with us Bonnie.”

Soap ignored the sound of a vehicle approaching, focusing on getting Bailey into the clear. It wouldn’t be precise, but it would be enough. Enough to get her there. Soap got her wounds cleaned, and disinfected. Bailey’s body flinched at the stinging of the alcohol. “Mother…”

“Easy bonnie. We’re gonna get you out of this.” Soap said. Bailey was holding his arm, moving to his leg if he had to pull away. Kyle came over offering assistance. He cradled Bird’s head in his lap, keeping her still so she wouldn’t fight against the alcohol.

“Hey Bird. Fly the wrong way?” Kyle said trying to keep the mood up. Bailey gave him a smile while he kept a finger on her pulse. “Keep your eyes open.”

Bailey kept smiling but her eyes were drifting. Sleep. Rest was good medicine. Kyle started to panic, but maintained his composure trying to get Bird to wake up. “Soap she passed out.”

Soap looked up from what he was doing and cursed. “She needs medical attention, proper attention.”

Soap stood up, and picked up Bailey. He carried her to jeep, her body thankfully light and unfortunately limp. Ghost got into the passenger seat with Price taking notice and getting to the drivers seat. Farah took off ahead on her bike to make sure the route was clear. Alex stayed behind for when the ambulance arrived.

When they got to the MASH unit Tracker burst out of his tent chasing after them, and took Bailey from Soap’s arms, carrying her into the OR. Soap gave him everything he understood about her injuries as he went with Tracker towards the OR. Soap stopped himself at the door look back at his team. They stood there, for a moment, a silent prayer of hope among all of them before Price ordered everyone to return to the site. They would need help.

Soap jogged over to the jeep. Their minds focused on the objective, but lingering in the back of it was Bailey and her condition.

When they returned to the compound, the Major tried to give them lip, but as soon as Ghost stepped forward, lurking behind Price like a shadow, Borne backed off.

The corporal came up to them right away. “Uh sirs and uh… ma’am. If you don’t mind, you’re needed in the mess tent.”

“What for?” Farah asked.

“We really need some blood, I’ve been calling around but no one has any.” The corporal pleaded.

“Take as much as you can fill.” Gaz offered.

“Don’t have any plans tonight.” Alex added.

“Also. Tracker wanted me to tell you that Captain Bailey will pull through.” The corporal said. The team was relieved as they headed to the tent. Right now they were too tired and distracted to do much else. Once again the chaplain gave them a warm welcome before sitting them down for their blood donation.

Bailey was resting in post op with Tracker close by keeping watch over her. Price stepped inside, a bandage on his arm where his blood had been drawn.

“How is she?” Price asked.

“Sleeping right now. Should wake up before dinner.” Tracker said. He reached out and stroked her uncut cheek. Her mouth twitched into a hint of a smile. Her eyes started to flutter open.

“You keep doing that my wife will get upset.” She muttered.

“Hi honey, it’s your work husband.”

“Don’t have a husband… call the army.” Bird joked.

“Morning captain.” Price said.

“The Union Jack himself comes to greet me?” Bailey said, slowly sitting herself up. Tracker was quick to get her another pillow behind her. “Or is the queen in town?”

“Captain, would the boys be able to come in and see her? Farah has been pacing about Bird for a while.” Price asked Tracker.

“No problem with me.” Tracker said, looking to Bird. Bird gave a nod, consenting to their visit. Price started to walk out but Bird called after him.

“Captain… how many made it back?” Bird asked.

“8 causalities. The rest of the wounded made it.” Price told her. Bailey nodded and Price stepped out.

The team stayed in the compound for a while, trying to help around the compound, assisting as much as they could. They even went through some medical training to brush up on a few things. In that time there were many encounters with Captain BirdEye and the 141.

Bird had to write a report about what happened, alongside the rest of the survivors from what they could remember. Most of them didn't see much, playing dead in hopes they would be left alone by the enemy. Bird overhearing the attackers inspecting the wreckage was the only thing they had to go on. They were speaking Russian, at least what sounded like Russian to Bailey. As Corporal Echo wrote the report, with Price present in the room Bailey seemed visibly tired. Price half expected her to pass out right there in the chair.

"They hit the vehicles and... I went forward and then side ways, the glass broke. The vehicle flipped and... I just heard noises, I didn't even think, just started to hit the windshield. Had to force myself out of the seat belt, crawled out. Didn't get rid of the glass enough so it cut me. All I could see was the ditch, and I... I ran for it. That's what I was told in training... felt like a pool ball just hitting against vehicle after vehicle to take cover. The ditch had broken glass from the vehicles and rocks... my head... it was just pounding. I think my leg screamed at me..."

Price had seen Bailey's expression before, a thousand yard stare at the wall or floor, fidgeting and picking at her hands, clearing her throat and taking the time to remember what she saw. Echo kept writing, asking Bird to repeat a few things. Bailey sat up straight to address the corporal directly. Price was leaning against a filing cabinet, arms folded, boonie hat set on top of the cabinet. His vest was off, but nearby and a side arm in his belt.

"What happened next?" Echo asked Bailey.

"I uh... I don't know how long I was in that ditch, but... I tried to get out but there were some guys still there... I'm a medic, I'm supposed to call for help... no um..." Bailey bowed her head, biting her lips, and clenching her hands. "No radio..."

"We can stop Bird." Echo said. "They're already dealing with the prisoner."

Bird just nodded absently. Price pushed himself off the cabinet and approached Bird, offering her a hand up. "Post Op?"

"A drink... dryer than a desert, strong enough to make my liver kick me." Bird said. Price could help with that.

"There's a nurse insisting on giving you some meds, I'll collect you there." Price said, handing Bailey off to a nurse just outside the building. Price then turned to the corporal. "Who is running the interrogation?"

"Oh uh, Major Borne sir." Echo said. Price was in disbelief, surely they could get someone else to do it. "Where can I find the prisoner?"

"Not supposed to say sir it;s classified." Echo said, nervously. Price came closer to the young soldier, keeping his voice low.

"Find out when the prisoner is to be transferred." Price said with Echo repeating him almost word for word before finishing with a yes sir. Farah would probably want a couple rounds with the prisoner as well.

Farah and Bird talked quite a bit. Farah didn’t have much of an influence on their healthcare system but if Bailey could do some training with the ULF she would be grateful. “Certainly need it with the quality of care around here.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Farah said, walking beside Bailey, offering her arm for balance.

“If you want a place to start that isn’t infested by the likes of Borne, there a small orphanage run by an American nurse. Helps a great deal of women and children, she can certainly whip the stubbornest into shape.”

“That so?”

“Have them wailing like rented mules but fingers like a pianist.” Bailey told her, making Farah smile.

Alex met up with the two ladies in the mess tent. He offered to pop up there to meet with her, get a head start.

“Take Borne with ya, he could use a good a whippin. Might actually enjoy it.” Bailey offered.

“Will he be saying mother or mommy by the end of it?” Farah asked quietly leaning in with a mug to cover her shit eating grin. Bailey nearly choked on her water and Alex was snickering until Borne came in. He cleared his throat, but it didn’t stop either woman. Borne ignored them.

Soap seemed to be attached to Bird at the hip. If Bird needed assistance, Soap was close by. Gaz and Ghost sat back and watched as he was practically a puppy. In the mess tent he offered to get the captain another coffee or whatever the black liquidy stuff was. “Juice, I need more vitamins or whatever passes for it.”

“If I could get ya something stronger I would.” Soap said before leaving the table. Bailey smiled and then noticed Ghost and Gaz’s expression.

“What?” She asked. Ghost just returned to his water not wanting to drink something that tasted worse than motor oil.

“The leash and collar coming soon?” Gaz asked.

“The PX has it on back order.” Bailey said. Gaz smiled shaking his head.

“Just remember he eats more than you think.” Gaz said.

“Walk him three times a day.” Ghost added, making Bailey wince from laughter. Soap came back and sat down.

“Thank you suds, cleaning up nicely as always.”

“Oh ya got jokes now?” Soap asked. Bird just leaned against him for a moment getting a smile from Soap. Gaz and Ghost looked at each other before going back to whatever they were working on. Tracker who was sitting with all of them hummed the ending to the song Beauty and the Beast.

Ghost hovered around keeping Borne off his team’s back. He almost wondered what would happen if he didn’t wear his mask around Borne. Send him screaming maybe. Ghost wasn’t one for people but Bailey was an exception. Did her work well, refused to take time off, was still hovering in the operating room despite being unfit to work on anyone.

Ghost found himself wandering the compound on patrol duty. He didn’t mind the MASH unit nor the wounded. Surrounded by death for most of his life, seeing people make it out of the shit alive was a much more enjoyable time.

The nights he wasn’t patrolling, Bailey invited him for a cup of tea, and a small chat. Sometimes a game of cards. If anyone else on call or nightwatch needed a break they were invited in. Father Malcolm and Corporal Echo joined them one night, and Bailey showed the lieutenant how to play Schmear. It wasn't poker, but it was a pretty good game. Bailey wiped the floor with whoever she was against.

"The lord has blessed you in mysterious ways." Father Malcolm commented one night. Bailey didn't say anything, instead shrugged.

"What's the trump suit again?" Echo asked. Ghost held up the low card for him to see the suit. Hearts. Echo gave a nod, before Ghost pushed the corporal's hands and cards closer to his chest so Ghost didn't see them. "Sorry."

Echo played a 7 in trump, Bailey an 8 in clubs, Malcolm put down a jack in trump, and Ghost finished with a queen in trump, winning the hand. Echo sighed, thinking he had that hand. Ghost played a 2 in spades, Echo finished with a queen in spades, Bailey revealed she had the King of hearts and Malcolm sighed playing his ace of clubs. Bailey smiled, pleased with her bid of three points, writing down the points. "Another game gentleman? Night is still young."

"It's 3 in the morning." Ghost said. Bailey continued to shuffle the cards.

"Well then the night is in labour." Bailey said, chopping the deck in her hands. Malcolm excused himself for some sleep before morning prayers and Echo had to finish writing his report. They left Bailey and Ghosty alone in the tent. After splitting the deck Bailey shuffled, and went to bridge the cards. Her hand slipped and the cards flew out from her hands. Ghost didn't flinch but caught a couple of cards, as Bailey slammed her hand on the table frustrated with herself. What remains she had of the deck were smacked on to the table, before rubbing her face in her hands. Ghost was familiar with the reaction but let her calm down.

"You should get some sleep." Ghost told her.

"I've gotten enough sleep. I'm bored of sleep, got no dreams to occupy it. No handsome men or pretty girls to make it interesting." Bailey said, gathering up the cards that had spilled on to the table. Ghost didn't mind reaching under to get the ones that had fallen on the floor. When he came back up he found the deck in her hands and Bailey sighing. Was she fighting back tears? Dark circles were hard to make out in the low light, but he could see them.

Ghost took the deck from her, shuffling. He was going to go back to his bed but how many people say they're bored of sleep? Bailey had found him at midnight and asked about a game of cards, so she'd gotten a little sleep at least. Tracker had a shift in post op, leaving their tent empty except for Borne. As he shuffled he noticed Bailey pawing at her eyes.

"What you have is normal." He told her dealing the cards. Bailey just nodded. "Should talk to a psychiatrist though."

"Taking advice from the guy who wears a balaclava 24/7." Bailey said looking at her cards. "Usually there's more booze involved."

"More smart ass comments and sarcasm." Ghost said.

"It's a second language for me. I'm fine, I'll bounce back." Bailey argued. "Why do you wear a mask? Just to hide your face?"

“Just too good looking for you to handle.” Ghost teased. Bailey smiled.

Gaz got to sit in on the interrogation. God Borne was shit. He’d seen better questioning from a rookie to a serial killer. Borne pulled rank so much, Kyle wanted to take Borne's chest candy and shove it down his throat. At least he could put his rank where his mouth was. Kyle was leaning back against the wall while Borne repeated the same questions. The Major definitely wouldn't like his methods of interrogation. Kyle was about to make an example out of Borne when there was a hard pounding on the door. The Majhor straightened and Kyle opened the door, despite Borne's protest.

"Orders from HQ sir." Echo said, walking in. Captain Price was right behind him, stepping inside.

"What orders?" Borne demanded, swiping the papers from the corporal. Borne looked over the documents and looked at Echo. "You think this is funny corporal?"

"No sir! They're from the Central Intelligence Agency." Echo said. Borne looked over the papers again. "That's the CIA."

"I know what it means!" Borne snapped. Borne looked between Gaz and Price before storming out. Kyle had seen plenty of pissed off people in his time, but no one as animated or cartoonish as Borne. Kyle hid his smile, peering around the door to see Borne still fuming.

"Corporal who exactly gave you those orders?" Kyle asked, shutting the door. The corporal adjusted his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"Uh..." Echo looked at the Konni soldier, who Price was now standing over, nudging him. Echo went over to Kyle, gesturing for Kyle to lower himself, so he could whisper. "Section Chief Laswell."

Kyle had to bite back his grin. "Thanks Corporal. You better run, this will be kind of ugly."

"Yes sirs." Echo said, before scurrying out of the room. Kyle looked over to Price hearing knuckles being cracked.

"Now... let's wake him up." Price said.

Kyle went to post op, where he found Bailey doing some rounds with a small limp. Farah and Alex offered assistance to the other nurses and doctors, translating for their patients. Kyle waited off to the side until they weren't occupied. It took some time, to the point Kyle could recline on a cot until a nurse butted him out for taking up space. Alex came over to him to chat for a bit.

Tracker came in and went over to Bailey, putting a hand on her shoulder. She was sitting on a cot with a wounded soldier, looking over his vitals. Tracker helped Bailey to her feet, and came over to the two men while Farah continued to translate for Tracker. Bailey had a hand in her pocket as she came over.

"Gentlemen if you're looking for a new mattress I could recommend much better locations." Bailey said.

"How's the leg?" Gaz asked.

"A few nurses are calling me House instead of Bird." Bailey replied. "All I'm missing is a cane and a sex change. What can I do you for? 20 bucks?"

"We talked to the Konni soldier." Kyle said quietly. Bailey ushered Kyle out. Alex intended to hear more about it later. A nurse was asking for help with another patient. Outside post op Bailey told Kyle to continue.

"It was an easy target, plenty of wounded, little to no resistance, reduce a few numbers, even plant evidence to make it look like it was AQ." Kyle explained.

"An easy target." Bailey said, pacing awkwardly with her leg. The doctor stared at the ground as she walked. An easy fucking target, that's what they were. A chance to make an example. Bailey felt sick and disgusted. Out of all the people in the convoy that were able bodied, she was probably the only one who hadn't been armed. Bailey look up at on of the parked trucks, seeing the same wounded soldier, sitting, and trying to radio for help. His hand reached the button, and he had maybe five seconds to get help. Bailey flinched hearing a gun shot and the soldier falling to the ground. It replayed. And then again. And then again. Each time she tried remember what the soldier had on his person, but she couldn't remember the gun.

Bailey gave up, rubbing her eyes and pacing back to Kyle. She was fighting to stay calm, but the lump in her throat was overwhelming and every time she blinked, tears fell. Kyle stood there as Bailey sighed, her voice broken with emotion. "An easy fucking target..."

Kyle didn't hesitate, to hug Bailey. It took a different kind of person to make it through a place like this. Bailey was still fighting the number of feelings she had. The hug made it a struggle, but if Kyle didn't hold her, not even she knew what her next step would be. Right now she needed to be grounded, given a chance to regain some senses. Fucking hell, how did her grandfather ever manage this?

"Orders for me Captain?" Kyle asked. At first Bailey thought he was talking to Price, and straightened. Bailey turned to wipe the tears away and looked around. Then she realized Kyle was talking to her.

"... A drink... and a pen and paper." Bailey ordered, taking his arm. Kyle took her back to the Swamp. Bailey started writing to her grandfather.

Bird was still awake, still writing and still drinking. Water, this time. She needed to deal with her pain, and she couldn't do that intoxicated. Not the way she wanted. Bailey was writing to her grandfather, hoping he might have some snarky words of wisdom from his own experience. The doctor winced, dropping her pen once she finished her sentence.

Price sat down across from her while she took a sip. He set down mug.

"Coffee?" Bailey inquired.

"Yeah well, I'm a long way from a proper pint." Price said.

"Could add a shot of rubbing alcohol. Might reduce the oily death taste." Bird suggested, sipping her water, and stretching her hand.

"Want help or is it intimate?" Price asked.

"Letter to my grandfather. Need someone to tell me how to deal with this." Bailey admitted, picking up the pen again. "Someone whose heart isn't made of brass. Ah."

Bailey dropped her pen wincing. Her wrist needed more time to relax. Price glanced at the letter and made out enough of her chicken scratch to get an idea of the letter's content. Bailey sighed, taking another sip of water. "When is your departure?"

"Day after tomorrow." Price answered. "You've convinced the commander to get more of her forces to assist with translations."

"If Borne isn't manning border control." Bailey said, setting down her mug. "Price, can I be fully blunt with you?"

"You're asking first." Price said. "It must be serious."

"The past few days have been nothing but self loathing, drinking, painkillers, and trying to control a rollercoaster of optimism and pessimism all while realism is threatening to break down the door. I'm bordering on stable and psychopathic. I want to storm into the nearest Konni Base filled with rage, while telling myself I'll leave full of lead. The only thing keeping me here is a still healing limp, the endless opportunities to fuck with Borne, and... and the convoy." Bailey said taking another drink. The luke warm liquid was admittedly soothing against her dry throat.

"You want to see the world burn to the ground, while wanting to put it out." Price clarified. He was spot on.

"The kid that radioed for help. I saw him. I could've gone to him, could have run out to another soldier and take their radio to call for help, could have given myself up and hope for mercy. Since Kyle told me why we were hit I keep thinking about getting a gun. That's the last thing I want to do, it was the one thing I didn't want since coming here." Bailey confessed. "Yet you go through all kinds of shit, every day, with more than a gun, and you're able to stomach that crap in your mug. Literally and figuratively. I don't get it."

"We get dirty, and the world stays clean." Price said. "I've dealt with a lot of shit, and learned a lot. Killed plenty of people, that's my job. Your job is to put them back together. You take an oath to do no unnecessary harm, and you live up to it. Don't lose your loyalty to it, because you'd make a shit soldier."

Bailey chuckled and pawed at her eye. "I needed that."

"You're doing good work, don't change that. The reality is, if you weren't holding on, in a ditch and out of sight, there's a much higher chance you would be dead right now, and the world would lose a fine surgeon and doctor, with many wounded following behind." Price told her.

"Needed to hear that too." Bailey said softly. She took a moment to fully process what was said, before glancing at her letter. What she wanted to say, had been said. The rest could wait until tomorrow. Bailey tore a fresh sheet from the pad of paper and set it down. "Can I interest you in some cards Captain?"

Price smiled. "Sure. You shuffle, I'll get myself something to wash this shit out of my system."

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[kmp78]

What even is my life... 😂

So I'm at the airport, right.

Waiting for my flight to Riga where I'm going on a 2-day break (followed by Trondheim but that's beside the point) and I'm just chilling at the gate waiting to board when... who do I see... 🧐

Oh yes indeed.

2.0. 😂😂😂

Which of course means... HE IS HERE TOO. ⚠️

So naturally I move closer to the gate and next I spot Nana the camel (🤦🏼‍♀️🎒🎒🎒🎒) chatting to who I assume was an airport handler or smthg like that.

With a bag full of local natural food snackies. 😉

And then out of the blue just minutes before boarding...

...HE waltzes by. 😂👋

A few younger gals also recognized him and there were gasps and all that. 🤭😱

They go right through the gates before anyone else is allowed, of course. 🫅

So then we blebs are invited to board and I KNOW I have to get smthg out of this situation so I'm thinking how do I get footage without it being too obvious?! 🤔

We all remember that one plane pic couple months back where JL was secretly filmed by someone while boarding and he saw it and looked miffed so I def didn't wanna repeat that! 😬

So obvs pics were out of the question, but...

Video. 😏

VIDEO, baby! 😏

I could set my video to record and just shut the lid and no one would know it's on. 🤷🏼‍♀️

And soooo...

Look, am I proud of myself?

Perhaps not. 🤷🏼‍♀️

BUT AS IF Y'ALL WOULDN'T HAVE. 🤨🫵😂

Anyhoo THOUGHTS! ⚠️

1. They had the entire business/1st class area booked for themselves, which means they are paying for 15 seats but only using 3. 😂💸💸💸

2. La Principessa needs to have her own private row away from the riff-raff servants who quite happily seemed to enjoy sitting together. 😉

3. SNACKIES NEED THEIR OWN SEAT. 😎

And yes, this is a great time to point out the glaringly obvious:

NO ONE ELSE TRAVELLED WITH THEM.

No SL, no Stevie, not anyone. 👀

Okay I saw a few Mars hoodies and caps on folks so MAYBE they were roadies, but they certainly did not get 1st class seats nor did they socialize with these 3 in any way so I'm more inclined to believe they were just fans going to the Riga show. 🤔

But now back to the flight! ✈️

I was sitting back in row 20 so no way to see the posh folks in their ivory tower, but I did giggle to myself the entire 55 minute flight over the sheer absurdity of the situation... 🤭

Me of all people stuuuuck in a metal box with Lord Messiah 10k up in the air. 😂

Like... there are around 20 flights between Riga and Helsinki by 2 different airlines every day, and we end up on the same one?! 😂🤪

The universe, man... 😂🫣

AND!!! Imagine if smthg went terribly wrong and our plane had crashed!

Imagine me DYING IN A PLANE CRASH WITH JARED GOD DAMN LETO??????? 💀😳

That's some wild shit, man... 😂

Anyway, then we land and as we taxi to our spot I notice a building right by our plane with a fancy black car waiting.

VIP!!!! 🫅

Oooof course. 😎

Then we park and I lose eye contact with the weasel cos everyone jumps up and blocks my view, and I knew for a fact he would be getting off first and quite possibly into a car which will whisk him to that building which was right in my view...

...and viola! 😛

The van swerves to the door and Nana hops out...

...followed by the weasel and 2.0. 😂

Naturally Messiahs don't do bleb customs! ✌️

His Holiness disappeared into the VIP building and Yours Truly was left to pick up her rags and find transport into town since apparently hitching a ride in that big ol' van was a nope. 🤷🏼‍♀️

And thus we close another insane chapter of the neverending #Kared4Evah saga! 😂👫

But not before I leave you with what I consider to perhaps be the greatest piece of content I managed to grab during this whole shebang:

BEHOLD!!!! ⚠️

LETO ASS PRINT!!! 😂😂😂😂🍑

And his garbage which they definitely don't ask travellers to take with them when leaving the aircraft. 🙄

But hey.

LA PRINCIPESSA WOULD NEVAH. 👸✌️

[megamagimugi]

Well, my dear Mugi! I hope you're ready because I'm about to send you my list of emojis... and it's not gonna be short either 🤭💖

🫀🌻🍄🪻🧠🕹️💿♟️🥊 (with and for you!) 🍁🕰️ (always platonically like the heart says) 🍬💧🌑 (I'm always here even if I take too long to answer, but I'm always willing to listen) 🐚 (of course I was gonna give it to you too!) and last but not least...

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Based on this ask game.

Let's see, 1, 2, 3... 16?! You broke my record and sent as many as SIXTEEN (No, sending the same emoji 88 times doesn't count, you cheater!). You really just had to one-up me, huh? Okay, I see how it is. Congrats, you won!

Jokes aside, I'm really touched, Zahra. I don't even know how to properly react to something like this. For starters, thank you!!

Boy, oh boy. So many emojis, so many feelings. Maybe I'll just comment directly on each one.

Let's see whatcha got there:

🫀- I love you in a deeply concerning platonic way <- Thank you for loving me. Love you too! Somehow you make saying these words easier than normal, even though I'm still not exactly used to saying them.

🌻- I'm proud of you <- I don't understand why, but thanks😃

🍄- you didn't deserve what happened to you <- ...Yeah, I know, or at least hope so😔 Thanks, friend.

🪻- you are so so cool and awesome oh my god <- Oh yeah😎 Haha, thank you, and so are you!

🧠 - I love hearing you talk. you should ramble to me more often <- That's a relief, because I wanna keep talking to you! But also...

I mean, private ramblings aside, your fics and headcanons are always a pleasure to read. Not to mention your lovely reblogs of my art, especially those where you dig deeper and analyze what I try to portray🥹 I love them all dearly and have, in fact, reread each one a few times.

🕹️- I wanna go to an arcade with you <- Glad you share my excitement about this, let's-a go! How about some Mario Kart, for example?

💿 - I wanna listen to music with you in a treehouse in a summer night <- Pack your suitcase, we're going over to @vulpixfairy1985's place, build a treehouse if she doesn't have one already, and doing just that for hours on end.

♟️- you, me, board games. <- You're on. Also a good treehouse activity, eh?

🥊- I'd beat someone up with you <- Then I already have one deserving candidate in mind😏 But for me? No need, my friend, but I sure appreciate your willingness to do so!

🍁 - I'm so glad you're my friend <- Aww... So am I, times 10.

🕰️- I'll love you until the end of time, dear friend. <- Oh... That's a nice sentiment, dear friend, and I appreciate the thought. But after everything I've been through and learned about people, I know better than to promise anyone forever, or take someone's word for it. If you love me like a close friend right now, then that has to be enough❤️ Oh, and don't worry, of course I know it's all strictly platonic, this entire ask game is! And I wouldn't have it any other way😉

🍬 - I'd go to a candy store with you and steal all the candy <- Mmm, candy... But why steal tho?😥 You know what, I'll just suggest the same thing I did to @bberetd. We can go at night, have fun staging it as a raid and take all the candy, but secretly leave the money for the owner to find next morning. We can even draw them a map so they can have fun treasure hunting, too😜

💧- you are an important presence in my life <- Got to keep this one in mind, thanks. And you're in mine!

🌑 - you worry me sometimes. just remember im here if you ever wanna talk about anything <3 <- Sorry for worrying you. I'm so grateful for your support, kindness and compassion though, you have no idea🫂

🐚 - our souls are linked in ways I can't put to words <- If even you, such a talented writer, can't put it to words, then there ain't no way I can🤣 No, but seriously, I'm honored and touched knowing you feel the same way. Makes me about 30% less embarrassed.

🫂 - I wanna hug you <- Same. Very much. Like actually, physically hug you. But since we can't do that, the gifs will have to suffice:

...Okay, I don't think I can add 88 gifs, but hope these are acceptable 😄

[ladylooch]

Happy belated New Year's B! I hope you said a fond sayonara to 2024 in all the ways you wanted to. I just did a quick check of retrogrades that are happening - not sure what it means if my ruling planet (Jupiter) is in retrograde until February but I guess that's something I'll have to see how it pans out.

I was just jones-ing to say hi - and I don't know if this falls into any of the flashback categories but was there a moment - like an insignificant moment in time - where any of the women were like "that's him - he is more that what I ever knew I needed" type of moment? I pictured something like Lexi walking into the room and Nico's eyes are welled with tears as he watches an dog being rescued on Instagram. That type of thing (not all at me doing the same thing this morning lol).

Anyway B, wishing you lots of love and hugs for the coming year. We just got about 4 feet of snow in the past two days and I was going to pick on it being a low-front from Colorado but hey, it was an Arctic front this time so I'll pick on you again another time 😘

Happy New Year!!! I am not sure what Jupiter in retrograde means... but I am afraid of retrograde in general, so I will send good thoughts for you!

The way that would totally happen with Nico and Lexi too. Oh my god. That man is so soft and perfect. Their hearts and souls match so well with the compassion and light they put out into the world. They both saw so much of themselves in each other.

For Lexi though, it was when Nico brought her lunch at the hospital when she was on shift. She mentioned in passing she has been struggling to eat regularly and he figured out how her shifts and breaks worked and showed up with food, or to eat lunch with her. Sometimes it was tough on him with practice or games, but he always made it work. Those worries Lexi had about him being a professional athlete and maybe it wouldn't be a good fit with their jobs all dissipated because Nico was Nico.

I'm going to let that be our moment for now because I love it and I think we all have been missing Nico and Lexi 🥰

Wishing YOU a happy new year! I cannot take the blame for this storm, but as a minnesoooootan I do commiserate with you! If it helps, we got a dusting of snow here 😉

[ai-megurine]

Lady dreamfyre 1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? 2: Which scene did you put on first? 3: What is your favorite plot? 4: What's your favorite line of dialogue? 5: Which part was hardest to write? 6: What is your fic special or different from all your other fics? 7: Where did the title come from? 8: Did any real person or event inspire any part of this? 9: Was there an alternate version of this fic? 10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? 11: What do you like most about this fic? 12: What do you like least about this fic? 13: What song did you hear that made you want to write this story? Or if you haven't heard anything yet, what do you think readers should hear to keep us reading? 14: Is there anything you would like readers to learn from reading this fic? 15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Hello!!!! I'm so sorry for being late 😥

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I was thinking about how the characters of Hotd are bad at the game. Like, any character from GOT would have obliterated EVERYONE. Can you imagine if Cersei had been in Alicent's place? And Tywin in Otto's? The Dance wouldn't have happened cuz Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenyra would have died Red Wedding style. We're talking about Tywin "Reynes/Rains of Castamere" Lannister.

And then it occured to me that Sansa would have 100% gotten along with Alicent and/or Helaena.

At first, I considered teleporting Sansa in that era, then I found the idea silly so I went for reincarnation. I just need to pick in whom!

2: Which scene did you put on first?

Helaena riding Lady Dreamfyre and Bran talking to Sansalaena

3: What is your favorite plot?

From the ones who have been published, I have two. Aegon deciding he wants to be King and working for it, and Helaena plotting to help him

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

From the published one it's : « You could lose a leg and I would still love you the same. It isn't the state of your body that determines your value. It's your heart. And I love your heart. I love you. » by Helaena in Chapter 27.

I also love this exchange: « "And one more thing. Have the watchtower repaired before the lords arrive, and light a beacon in it." "A beacon, my lord?" 'Lord Larys, why does Her Grace always wear green? It isn't the colours of House Hightower.' 'The beacon on the Hightower, do you know what colour it glows when Oldtown calls its banners to war?' "Aye. And make it green." » by Cregan in Chapter 24

I have other planned that I like more than this one, but I won't spoil you 😉

5: Which part was hardest to write?

Rhaenyra in general. She's incredibly difficult to write in my opinion because I don't want her to be cartoonish but at the same time she's genuinely entitled and dumb

6: What is your fic special or different from all your other fics?

I planned the ending before posting anything

7: Where did the title come from?

My love for magical bonds between dragon/direwolf and their human. Also I love Dreamfyre and Lady

8: Did any real person or event inspire any part of this?

Reading isekai manwha definitely helped 😆

9: Was there an alternate version of this fic?

Yup! Sansa was almost reincarnated into Alicent

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Helaegon brainrot got to me. At first Helaegon was mostly due to the arranged marriage being logical for the time, but it got to me!!

11: What do you like most about this fic?

The blending of Sansa and Helaena!!

12: What do you like least about this fic?

Maybe rushing Sansalaena acceptance of her fate? I don't know. I'm pretty happy with my work 😊

13: What song did you hear that made you want to write this story? Or if you haven't heard anything yet, what do you think readers should hear to keep us reading?

No song made me write the story per say but I have several songs that remind of the characters.

• God of War by Peyton Parrish → Lyarra Umber

• Warrior Song by TheFatRat → Daeron

• Raise your banners by Within Temptation → The Greens

• Worthless by Bullet for my Valentine → Aemond

• Sound of War by Timothee Profitt → Aegon

• Close to the Sun by TheFatRat → Helaena

And many others!!

14: Is there anything you would like readers to learn from reading this fic?

Magic isn't good or bad. It just exists. Same with dragons, direwolves, etc.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

That I love writing court intrigue!!!! I'm already planning other Dance AU.

[maah-long]

Gathering my thoughts after Genshin's Fontaine Archon Quests

HEY THERE ARE SPOILERS HEREEEE

Partly why I disappeared from Tumblr and Twitter, running away from spoilers 💀💀💀 ig this post is mostly for me, to organize my thoughts I havE MANY OF THEM

But one nice thing I did was finish only one quest (not chapter or questline) per day before going to bed, all lights out. It was so comfy, I'm sure this'll be part of why playing them is being so memorable for me 😭😭😭 and the prison songs are such bangers, they made everything even better!!!!

But anyways, most important things first, arlECCHINO. SHE IS SO CORDIAL??? I mean not cordiaaal friendly, but like, super polite?? And calm and collected and all?? I honestly thought she was gonna be a bit insane, or at least that there would be something giving away some type of ulterior motive but..,, I got nothing?? She seems genuinely interested in saving Fontaine and cares for the kids, even if it's probs for self-interests first and foremost, maybe. She totally is very manipulative tho. Other thing I find funny about her is how she destroys anyone with her unforgiving words, while being calm and pretending she's kinda not doing it on purpose. Love that, you go queen 🥳🥳🥳🥳

The thing is, when I saw the guy in the first quest turning into water after saying something he shouldn't, I was "ARLCECCHINO WILL BE LIKE THAT FOR SURE", manipulating everyone, and if any slip-ups happen, she can just unalive them. That Lyney and Lynette could not give anything away or she would just poof them. But I don't know anymore, if it IS like that, she fooled me completely. But I mean, she could do whatever she wanted with me, I wouldn't mind 🥴🥴🥴🥴

So, I still think there could be something more at play. Maybe the gnosis is another key? But surely the nation ENDING seems like a more pressing matter, oh yes. Even then, everyone is sus. And I mean everyone.

By the way, Neuvillete, you think what "sentence" is too severe, huh 🤨🤨🤨??? who, whom what, why??? The first thing that popped into my mind was Celestia. If not the archon, they're the ones who can do things like that. BUT it doesn't seems like Fontaine is progressing so much for them to care? Especially with the alienated citizens and a kinda not thaaaAAT useful archon y'k..,, Though their tech do look like the most advanced from all the nations, even if that alone, at least for me, doesn't scream "reason to kill you all!! heavenly principles on you!!!" HoweVER turning everyone into water and ruining the nation do remember a bit Khaenrians(?) turning into monsters and losing their nation. Food for thought!!! Wish Neuve said a bit more. However it truly wouldn't be wise to go out there screaming "hey, the gods-gods wanna wipe us all out, no pressure tho 😉", so yeah.

AND Furina. What's with that poor child 😭😭😭? From the first moment she came in the screen I was like "man this girl has no idea what she's doing, does she...". In the court, her commentaries were just 💀💀💀 One that comes into mind is she thinking that finding a clue on Lyney's bag was concrete proof of his crime. My dear, that's the easiest thing to manipulate in the whole world, planting fake evidence. Don't go there thinking you revolutionized the universe !!!!!! And almost all her remarks where kinda like that. That you would deadpan and go "seriously, you really believe that's super clever?". Now that I know (do I??? I think I do at least??) it was on purpose I'm letting her slip. But the thing about her having a curse is pretty interesting. I think her eyes are pretty sus (even if a lot of charas have weird eyes and no explanation, like hu tao, arlecchino and keqing). Does she have a weird side, hm 🤔 but again, they showed no sign of this until now, so ???

About the ending... I still don't know if I think that's a dream or not. Is defs what traveler saw while dreaming but, remember in the beginning,,,,, Childe awakening "it"..,,, hearing voices..,, hydro powers..,,, his dream in the abyss seeing a whale while falling into the sea....,, Guess he's really Mr. Worldwide huh. Maybe he's more linked to Fontaine (or at least some fontaine being?) than we thought? I think the whale ended up saving him. But hey, breathing underwater??? Getting kinda busted, my man.

Hope the quests keep escalating until something mind-blowing happens. I can feel it 😤😤😤

[masschase]

domestic life 3 and 8 for matt and casey! i genuinely love those two so much and can’t get enough of them :)

Thank you, it is so reassuring to hear people say stuff like this. My brain always tells me no-one wants to hear about my blorbos, haha.

Ship ask meme

All the spoilers warning but also I think I went right off the fucking rails on of the first question. Dear god.

Domestic life 3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Oooookkkkkkaaaayyyyy listen. I feel so stupid typing this all out here even though those who've finished the fanfic know, because I always feel like on tumblr I maybe possibly present Casey and Matt like two kids who fuck about watching Nyte Blayde and running around shooting shit and dressing up in pretty goth clothes and *occasionally* dabbling in running a ship/planet together. But realistically they are fairly responsible adults, they have a planet to settle down on and resources and an excellent support system. So yes, they do have children and yes, I've known for a long time they were going to even when it's mostly not that era I'm drawing them in.

Again, this may be a bit of a surprise to some but from the age of about 25, Casey kind of decided she wanted kids and quite a few of them. 3 or 4 but probably 4. Told you she thought she was a fucking Kennedy. It's something she'd thought about since she was running for President, the idea of leaving a legacy, the idea of raising a human to adulthood and... she wouldn't admit it but she does actually like kids. She just says they make her uncomfortable and I've just mentioned in the last ask meme she gets that way when she knows she can't really have something.

She knows it's not practical while she's fighting gangs and shit. But she figures when she's President it might be safer. She never really decided if she was going to go back on her views on partnership or go it alone for that. I think she knew it probably still wasn't the most realistic of aspirations.

She starts thinking about it again when they're getting ready to take over the planet, but she's convinced she may die there and has no partner anyway, so her views on it are quite bleak. Of course, once they havr actually finished taking over, bearing in mind she's with Matt by this point, those thoughts start to creep back in. They make vague references to it when talking about the home they are going to build together, and this is kind of where they talk about their options being hide in the past somewhere, fight every time, or run when they need to, and they decide they will lean towards the latter.

She ends up putting her usual issues around talking about stuff like this aside and ends up asking him around 7 months later when her birth control shot is due to run out. It takes almost a year for them to concieve, and she starts getting rather impatient at not being able to control this like she can most things. But it does happen for them.

Matt was encouraged to think about having children perhaps a little earlier than a lot of people, back when Casey was always talking about getting him a partner out of the pods and how they would need to encourage people to repopulate the new planet. He only really pictured having 2 but I don't think he felt too strongly about it, so they quickly settled on 3. Probably for the best seeing as Casey's second pregnancy was twins. 🤣 I was thinking about all the risk factors they'd have for twins(she was 35, tall, possibly still breastfeeding, eats a lot of dairy, it was a second pregnancy, he was only 27 so probably fairly fertile now they were far enough away from the zin goo-based fertility issues) and I thought yeah, let's say that happened. In this case it happened the very first month (on their first full night without their eldest since she was born actually, any guesses when that was? 😉) so... even though they did choose to start trying again it still managed to be a massive shock to them both.

Victory is their eldest, born June 2024, I'm sure some of you saw the picture I snuck out although it's far from perfect. When I made a post back in April about drawing something I couldn't put out bc of spoilers that was it, hehe. She has very curly/wavy mid blonde hair as a kid, and bright blue eyes with a very slight ring of hazel around the iris (I drew this the wrong way around in my picture) Her eyes stay like this into adulthood but her hair gets darker brown, more like Matt's (roots) or Casey's mom's/sister's. In terms of features though I think she looks more like Casey than Matt. She's very intelligent, independent, thoughtful, creative, and quite assertive/bossy.

The twins are 22 months younger, born April 2026, and I think they are identical; a cis boy and as they later find a trans girl, with hazel eyes; the same kind of goldy shade as Casey's for the most part but the outer ring is more grey/blue whereas Casey's is more brown/green. Their hair is also wavy and very blonde as kids but doesn't darken as much as adults; they remain darkish blonde. Their features are a fairly even mix of their parents though (god knows what that looks like 🤣) I'm not certain on names yet at all. Either something similar to Victory's or I quite like the idea of using Apollo and Artemis. Since Artemis is a goddess but gender neutral as a name, so I can see her keeping it, just maybe changing her nickname to Emi rather than what they were using before. But I'm using their names here as placeholders only. The twins are better sleepers than their big sister, also pretty smart, clingier with their parents, especially Apollo, but they're also very boisterous and due to having a big sister as an example, talkative from a lot earlier. Like when they're all toddlers the younger two are running around causing absolute chaos while Victory is laying on the floor trying to draw. Everyone says the twins are gonna grow up acting more like Uncle Gat than their parents. Artemis never stops singing. Apollo is always hungry.

I think Matt probably suggested Nyte Blayde names but Casey brought up that all the ones with cool names are characters at least one of them are attracted to so it wouldn't be appropriate!

I guess this is a good a post as any to get at least a vague thing written out about how they're able to have a safe life. Matt manages to extrapolate the Zin cloaking technology to the entire planet, basically, while he and Kinzie wipe all the data about said technology, and the planet's co-ordinates, from the Zin database, replaced by the message "Ragnarok Wins Forever".

There are still minor insurrections, but Johnny and occasionally a few others mainly take care of those. As for Casey getting to still do what she loves... with gradual improvement, Matt was able to program a simulation as good as the Zin's but without the brain-frying side-effects so that they can fight together any time they have a spare moment to themselves(which is obviously not that difficult, with the Saints making up this big family it's not hard to find someone to take the kids for an hour or so) so she's really not missing out any more than she was on the spaceship. The time inbetween is much more fulfilling than back then though.

Something I decided only recently was that although in theory Matt and Casey could time travel off anywhere for a week when they needed a break and pop back to the same time; surely a dream for most parents, it seems so wrong for them to be out of sync with their own children that they decide not to, until they're adults and can kind of decide to travel separately if they want. Fortunately, again, they do get breaks thanks to the other Saints.

That whole thing with their different schedules is pretty useful by this point. Matt doesn't mind dealing with a few wakeups up until 2/3am while Casey will get up at 5/6am if she has to so they just have to hope the baby might sleep a little longer between those times... maybe... hopefully 😅

So yeah, I have more I could say here but I feel like I've let out a lot of my insanity at once here, lets move onto something more lighthearted immediately. :)

Domestic life 8. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Now in theory, Matt would be the one more in a position to do this, because Casey tends to wake earlier. But more likely to convince is a different matter. I think if Casey wanted him back in bed it'd pretty much take her beckoning with one finger. *Maybe* a slight puppy-dog-eyes-and-pout if he's being resistant. Of course it really helps when any complaints about having work to do can be met with:

"Oh really? And who's your Boss again?"

[bitbybitwrites]

Am I late for the writing game?

5, 18, 44 and pick one you really, really want to answer and no one's asked yet :)

It's never too late! 😉

5.     How much writing do you get done on an average day?

Oh this is embarassing - not very much, to be honest. Its not that I wouldn't want to. But after dealing with work, then family, then chores/ housework, I'm exhausted . . and its late at night when I finally have time to just myself. By that time I'm almost always fighting sleep, so I can get very little done. So most of my writing is done in tiny spurts here and there. Like I can sometimes squeeze in 10-15 minutes in the morning before I run to work . . . maybe I can write something before I pass out for the night. If I'm lucky to take the train into the city or I'm stuck in like a waiting room for awhile, I can get nice big chunks of writing done. I always carry a journal with me to jot things down in, then I transfer it onto my computer when I get a chance. So whenever I preface with "I'm a slow writer", its not only because sometimes it takes forever for me to get the words right. It's literally because I'm so swamped with other things I have little time to focus on writing.

18.  If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

I'll be honest - I''m not sure collaboration is in my future - I think I'd frustrate the hell out of another writer if they were waiting for me to hand in my portion ( see question above) and I am a little anal retentive when it goes to editing and stuff and wanting writing styles to mesh so it would seem like a seamless transition from one person's work to another, I'm sure that would drive them crazy as well 😂😂😂 But all that aside . . . if none of that mattered . . I don't know. if we're talking published authors - I think Neil Gaiman and Casey McQuiston would be fun to write with. I also love Amy Tan and Kevin Kwan's writing I love too . . also Bill Bryson ( though he's a non fiction writer, not fiction). If we are talking fan fic - god . . too many to count. You all are so damn good I really can't pick one. Though I have to say if we ever wrote anything together, I can imagine the amount of angst ( esp blangst) that would be coming out of those pages. It might drive readers insane 😂

44.  How much research do you do?

It really depends on the story - though I can be prone to going down research rabbit holes if I find something interesting 😂. But that was the part I loved about school - the research, the learning of new things.

 . . .and pick one you really, really want to answer and no one's asked yet :). this was hard to choose, so I'll go with this one:

40.  Share some backstory for one of your characters

I'll share some tidbits about an OC I created for If I Can Make Your Heart My Home that I've noticed a many of my readers like: Lillian Anderson ( Blaine's English grandmother)

Lillian is a talented musician herself (piano and violin).

She met her husband while auditioning for the London Symphony Orchestra. He was concertmaster at the time. She auditioned for 2nd violin chair.

After they married, he became a conductor and they traveled a bit relocating to whatever orchestra her husband worked with at the time, before settling in New York for a bit - where they had their son and raised him.

They returned to England for the most part after their son (Bradford) finished college, and they began a good deal of philanthropic work ( mostly arts based) until their grand children were born. Then they would travel back and forth, so they could spend as much time as they could with Cooper and Blaine.

Fun fact: Blaine's middle name (Devon) was a nod to Lillian's paternal roots - her own family hailing from Devon, England. During the summers Lillian would whisk the grandkids back off to Devon to bond, especially after her husband passed.

Her moody tortoiseshell cat, Schumann is named after composer Robert Schumann

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Thanks so much for the asks, @heartsmadeofbooks! 💖💖💖💖

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[voluptuarian]

Honestly all the conversation about "x or y made me stop watching anime," I've never heard anybody bring up mythological window dressing

Like I will never forget the frustrated anger I felt having watched God Eater with friends, seeing all the mythological connections and drawing conclusions based on them, and quickly realizing it all meant nothing. I was so fucking mad I gave the show up immediately! And it's something I've seen used in a lot of series over the years, and avoided as a result. Other than just not hanging out with as many people watching anime, and just being much older than most show's intended audiences, it's probably the biggest factor contributing to my drop in interest in anime.

Interestingly Evangelion is completely admittedly a very successful use of mythology window dressing but somehow the plot and events are so big-picture and nuts that it works anyway??

[leclvrc]

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[mcufan72]

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 11

Chapter 10

18+/ adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut

Warnings: harsh language, violence because someone gets what he deserves, slight smut

A/N: sorry not sorry that a character has to be the bad one... but... it's still an AU 😉

Thanks again to my dearest @lokisprettygirl ... you know why when you read it, my friend 💙

He stood in the dark bedroom staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window and observed the sparkling lights of New York. The light that shined through the big windows was the only one that illuminated the room.

"Loki?"

You could only see his silhouette, his perfectly formed body clothed in his silken robe now. His back nearly screamed for your attention and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you didn't dare walk over to him and cuddle up at your beloved man. You could feel it in the air, something was wrong. You decided to stay at the doorframe and waited for him to answer you.

"Why are you standing here in the dark? Did something happen? Is it because of me? Why did you leave all of a sudden? Don't you think I've been long enough without you? The party was just so nice. I wanted to drink another glass of wine with you, Lo."

Loki wanted to talk to you but his courage had left him suddenly. You sounded so sad and it was his doing. He failed again to make you happy. Even if he did make you happy, this was only just for a moment and then it was over again. He didn't know what to say now so he behaved dismissively, knowing he would make you even sadder.

"Please go,"

"Why?"

"Please…go!"

"Did I make something wrong? Please, Lo…tell me…" You made a few steps towards him.

"Don't you dare come closer! Go!"

"Just go…please."

"No, Loki, I won't go until you tell me what happened or if I did or said something wrong!" and you made some more steps towards him.

"No!" you answered defiantly.

"Y/n..do what I say…go!" he scolded you.

Maybe he should end your relationship, here and right now. Maybe it would hurt less if he was the one doing it.

"No…I won't. Don't you dare tell me what I have to do or not to do! Speak to me you stubborn god…and as a well-raised up and well-educated Prince and as the gentleman you are you should know it is unkind to turn your back towards your partner while talking to each other! Where are your manners? Loki!"

Slowly you became angry and by the way, since when did he call you just by your name? What was he doing? Why did he treat you so dismissively?

"We can talk later…go!"

Why was he like this? He never treated you so cold like this before.

"Go!! Please! You unyielding woman. Do as I say!" he interrupted you sharply, his voice cold and rough.

"Loki, I want to know–"

Didn't you wish to see all of his sides? Now it seemed he gave you what you wanted but he seemed not to know how serious you had been when you told him so. You wouldn't go. You had closed the distance between you two and he felt your delicate hand touching his back, stroking his spine up and down tenderly…your wonderful warm hand…and his body stiffened. Why must you be so stubborn, so persistent? Didn't you see that he offered you a way to go, to leave him without feeling bad about it?

You felt his muscles hardening under your hand. His skin felt cold even through his robe, colder than usual and you thought it was because of his anger and the tiredness after the exhausting mission. Obviously, he was angry and undoubtedly it had to do with you.

"Loki…," you addressed him quietly.

You felt him stiffen further under your touch and…sobbing.

"Lo, what is it…please, don't push me away…talk to me! What did I do wrong?" you begged him softly. What was he doing? You didn't understand anything right now.

"You'd kill all monsters, hm? No monster should dare touch you, hm?" His voice was firm but he sounded hurt.

"What are you talking about?" You needed a moment to get aware of what exactly might have made him mad at you.

"Oooh you mean, when Nat mentioned it and we talked about monsters and that especially I would fight them before they'd touch or kill me?" you asked him surprised.

"I just made fun, Lo. I was just joking and you know how sarcastic I can get sometimes. What was wrong with it? We all know there are no monsters or something similar to that…yes, there are otherworldly creatures and beings out there and if they would try to harm this planet or other places in the universe, the Avengers are always there to fight them, and you're all pretty good at that. So what exactly is bothering you?" you took your hand away from him, still staring at his back.

"Give me an explanation, please. I don't get your issue here."

Loki understood what and how you meant it but your words had scared and hurt him. But it wasn't your fault he was a monster and you had the right to hate him and erase his existence.

"What if monsters exist? What if a monster had already touched you, y/n?"

"I would know it !"

"Would you?"

"Yes, definitely! And believe me, no monster would have the courage to touch me because I'm soooo dangerous…," you said in an ironic and funny attitude, laughing, trying to lighten up the bad mood in the room but it wasn't successful. A faked huffed laugh escaped his mouth.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm? What? What do you mean? Lo, what the hell? I've had just about enough of this farce. You know that I'm far away from being dangerous and that I cannot compare with the Avengers, with any of you! I can just work in a lab and examine things. I was just kidding! Stop talking in riddles to me! Why are you so pissed off that you ran away?…and I really hate talking to your back…dammit!" you said to him displeased and in a quick move you slipped in front of him to look into his face.

When you saw it, illuminated only by the city lights, you gasped audibly and stopped breathing for a moment. Your eyes widened, your mouth slightly open. Loki's eyes teared up, awaiting your blood-curdling scream.

"Oh my god, Loki…" you whispered bewildered.

He closed his eyes instinctively. He didn't think you were strong enough to see his ruby-red eyes and he knew what would follow. You would now explain to him how disgusting and repulsive you found him, accuse him of how he could dare to touch you, to fuck you, a monster and ugly creature like him without telling you much sooner what he really is. He should've told you right from the beginning what he is when he started courting you or at least after your first kiss and before you made love to each other for the first time.

"I never wanted you to see me like this. I'm a monster and I look repulsive. And again I told you too late about an important matter. And I know you cannot tolerate it, not again. Also…I can't ask you to love a creature like me, to waste your life on me."

But he was so afraid to tell you his whole truth sooner. He was so afraid to lose you finally. And now it was too late. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. He knew he would never see you again, he would never touch you or hold you in his arms again and it shattered his heart into pieces. He was so pathetic and cowardly and absolutely unworthy of you. Now he wouldn't even have you as his friend anymore. How much he would miss the walks in the park and sit with you in the café…how much he would miss you.

"Waste my life on you? You're the first man who makes my life perfect! But why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me enough? I know who you are and what a wonderful person you are. But…What are you? Please, tell me," you asked him softly and you tried to touch him but he backed away. He opened his eyes again but he stared down at the floor.

"I'm a Frost Giant, my love. I don't even know if I'm still allowed to address you like that. I'm a Jotun… Loki Laufeyson, rightful King of Jotunheim. My appearance which you're used to, is my æsir form, the appearance Odin gave me. And I could never walk around as a Jotun here, on Midgard. I would fear the people to death."

You nodded silently.

Loki looked at you. Your sad face made his heart clench. He wanted you to be happy and he wanted to hear your laughter again. It was all his fault.

"You might be right Lo. Maybe they would be scared, maybe not. Many people have already seen some otherworldly creatures here on Earth. They already saw a green Hulk so why not a blue Frost Giant? But regardless of what people might have seen here or not…there's no need to hide from me, Loki. You already have to hide in front of others because they maybe cannot handle this. And I get that, that you have and want to do it.

Loki please, you do remember that I said it to you on our first night together, don't you? That there's no need to hide when you're together with me! You don't scare me, you never did. You only fascinate me…I'm enchanted by you, no matter how you look. I know you always want to protect me and I love and adore you for that. But you don't need to protect me from you… because I love you. It seems I made things wrong, I'm sorry that I wasn't capable of giving you the feeling of being loved and safe with me. It's my fault then." Your eyes teared up. It seemed you were still a failure in the thing called love, and still a disappointment to everyone.

"I do! I do remember your words, my love. And you're perfect, you never did anything wrong and I do feel safe with you. I never met someone like you before. So strong and stubborn and honest and always straightforward, never giving up, no matter what. Everything about you is so amazing and adorable. It's all up to me. I wasn't sure if you truly meant what you said back then …and I was so afraid to lose you. I'm always afraid to lose you again. I can barely accept my heritage so how could you? I can't expect you to accept this," and he punched his fist against his chest.

"I just wish that you're still my love and my Snowflake. And I swear to you there are no secrets anymore. Now you know the whole truth. Please tell me, I need to know if you still love me and please ...please don't leave me. I wouldn't survive it if you leave me…and I swear, you'll never have to see me again like this. I know it's not a pleasant sight," he said, insecure and crying desperate tears.

"You're not serious now, are you? Do you even have to ask? Of course I am still your love and your Snowflake, nothing has changed …beside one thing, you're not only a Prince and a God, you're also a King …wow…I should feel like …Cinderella," you laughed lightly.

"You're still you, Lo and I accept and love you, with all my heart…and tell me, how am I supposed to be without you. I need you Lo, you're my life, the air I need to breathe… you're mine! And I really can't see a monster here. All I see is the man I love. Trust me, you're definitely not a monster. Why do you think you're a monster?"

"Because I grew up with the stories that Jotuns are monsters and our enemies …until I found out that I'm a Jotun myself and in conclusion one of those monsters."

"Yeah, I get that. I believed in the things my ex told me about me, too… Loki, they were wrong! You aren't a monster. You're the most caring person, always protective especially of me, an adorable man who deserves to be loved and appreciated and you're beautiful as a Jotun, you're a piece of art. I've never seen so much beauty in my life before", and you grazed with your fingertips over the lines on his forehead, his cheeks and his bare chest. Loki hissed when you trailed your fingers over them and you felt him shivering.

"Are they overly sensitive, Lo?" you asked tenderly.

"Yessss," he sighed ecstatically and slightly aroused. You saw his erection under his robe. He was so eager for your touches, it was so essential for him to get touched by you. Even more now, in his natural form. It felt so good and much more intense.

You cupped his cheeks and with your thumbs, you wiped away his tears. You looked him deep into his red eyes and you saw the insecurity and doubts in them. But there was also the love he held for you visible in them. You pulled his head slowly down towards you and when your lips were close enough you kissed each other passionately and melted into each other's embrace. You still caressed the lines on his cheeks and you felt him grinding into your crotch while he moaned into your mouth. When your lips parted again you two were breathing fast and looked at each other longingly.

"And so are you for me, my love. You are my life, my love, my everything, my sweet little Snowflake," he said and finally, he was able to smile again and pulled you into a tight embrace.

He kissed you feverishly with such tenderness that it seemed you melted into him again. You loosened the belt of his robe so it fell completely open and you shoved it over his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He now stood in front of you in all his naked godly gorgeousness. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and you enjoyed touching his bare skin entirely. Your fingers trailed tenderly over the lines on his back, down his spine to his wonderful toned ass, upwards his flanks to his chest, down over his muscular arms, and upwards again back to his shoulders.

With one hand you grabbed his buttocks and pressed his half-hard cock against your clothed heat, he hissed and moaned blissfully into your mouth when he kissed you again, cupping your cheeks with his hands while you placed your other hand on his back to pull him closer. After that amazing longingly kiss you both needed a moment to come back to reality and you still held each other tight, forehead to forehead.

"Will you make love to me like this? And don't you dare deny me your blue divine beauty."

"Would you want me to make love to you when I'm in my natural form? Am I truly that beautiful to you?"

"You are, baby…and I insist! Your blue skin is so soft and so sexy and your ruby eyes …gosh, I want to drown in them," you said eagerly.

Loki held you tighter and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He never thought you would find his true appearance that attractive and hot.

"Then I will definitely do it…and I will do it more than once. It will be rough and filthy, I will take you again and again, I'm going to ravish your body until you want me to stop fucking you. And you should know that we'll have a special bond then. I'm still an otherworldly creature," he cooed promisingly into your ear. It made you giggle and it also made you feel warm and tingly and you felt your panties drenching with arousal.

"What do you mean by 'we'll have a special bond then'?"

"If you allow me to take you in my natural form, you have me for a lifetime. I'm yours then…forever."

"Like swans?"

"Like swans,Snowflake!"

"Sounds romantic and… desirable. If it is something I want, I want it only with you!"

"Take all the time you need to make a decision."

"I've already made this decision, Lo," and he smiled softly at you and crushed his lips onto yours to kiss you deeply while holding you tight.

"You should stop kissing me, my promiscuous boy …otherwise we won't leave our bedroom for the next few hours," you teased him.

"Would that be so bad? You and me in our bed, making out, fucking each other senseless…you have no idea what a Jotun can do with you and your sweet mortal body in bed…" Loki mumbled, nipped at your earlobe and licked over your pulse point, causing goosebumps all over your body.

"We should go back to the others. It was such a nice evening with our friends and I would like to have some more fun…and drinks," you said moaning and smiling at him.

"You're such a tease, Snowflake…can't wait to be back in bed with you but yeah, I think we should go back to the party," he cooed into your ear and kissed your temple. He paused thoughtfully before he spoke again.

"Snowflake?"

"Yes, Lo!"

"They're my friends too, right?"

"Yes, they are, Lo…and they're also our family …and you saved their lives. They will never forget what you've risked for them. You should be proud of yourself and of who you are. I'm definitely proud of you!"

He gave you a reassuring grin and pressed a gentle kiss onto your soft lips.

"I love you so much, Lo baby."

"I love you more, Snowflake"

He transformed back into his æsir form, fully clothed in his half-opened shirt with rolled-up sleeves and leather trousers again. Would you ever get used to his magic?

"Let's go then," and he took your hand in his.

"Lo baby, wait…"

"Something wrong, my love?"

"No, but …you, being a frost giant…that's the reason why you never freeze and never wore warming coats and scarfs when we met in the park in winter and that's also why the snowflakes didn't melt on your fingertips, right?" you pointed out when the realization hit you.

"And finally my lovely Snowflake has figured it out," Loki laughed heartily. You slapped him playfully on his shoulder and joined him in laughing.

"You really should have told me earlier, Lo. That's so crazy and cool! I need to know everything about frost giants and your culture," you stated.

"I know, Snowflake but I was too scared to tell you, I was afraid you would run away from me. With you, I've something I've never had in my life before and I didn't want to risk losing that. It was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will tell you everything about my heritage, and what I can't tell you… I'll show you," he promised seductively, lowering his voice.

"There's nothing I have to forgive, baby. My love for you is unwavering and I'm excited for what you will tell and show me," you whispered expectantly.

He nudged his nose tenderly to yours and hand in hand with fingers intertwined, you walked back to the living room lounge to join the others again.

When you and Loki came closer to the lounge area you heard a voice that sounded familiar to you. Your grip on Loki's hand tightened. It couldn't be, that was impossible!

"Is everything alright, my love?"

"I'm not sure, Lo," you answered skeptically.

When you entered the lounge, where everything was like before you two had left, you actually heard… him …and your face went pale. You must be hallucinating but you definitely heard him speaking. And then you saw him. He stood with his back towards you and he was talking to Bruce. You were overcome with disgust.

"Let us go, Loki, please let us go," and you tried to pull him with you to leave that place immediately.

"Ah, y/n, Loki there you are," said Bruce happily when he saw you and Loki returning to the lounge. "We have a new guest… an acquaintance of mine and he's occasionally in New York and he dropped in to meet me…may I introduce you? Stephen, this is the new assistant of mine I told you about. The wonderful and talented Miss Y/n Y/L/N…Y/n, this is Dr. Stephen Strange, he wrote a brilliant dissertation about—"

"Y/n, what a …. nice surprise?…what are you doing here? Nice to see you again. Wonderful and talented? I'd say…you look boring as always, right? Did you gain weight? It suits you! So you are Bruce's new …talented assistant? As what? As a janitor cleaning his labour rooms and test tubes? I know you're very good at cleaning up things." He laughed arrogant and dirty, condescendingly looking at you and trying to humiliate you further.

"Oh, and who is this good-looking guy? Are you his new fuck toy…I mean, how come he likes you? He could have the most beautiful women this town has to offer so why did he choose…you? Or are you at least good in bed now?" He grinned contemptuously.

You folded your arms in front of you and you felt the immense urge to punch him in the face.

"Hello Stephen, are you finished with your monologue? Nothing has changed, right? You're the same bloody asshole you've always been, aren't you?" you snarled at him, a fake smile curving your lips. You didn't understand anymore why you had been so in love with him and devoted to him.

"Oh honey bun, such filthy words dripping from those…beautiful lips. Haven't I taught you to behave?" He looked at your fingers. "By the way, where's the ring? I told you to keep the ring as a reward for your …services as my…housemaid with benefits and the wonderful times we had together. Or do you deny that we had them? "

"You disgusting piece of shit. I don't want anything from you. You don't own me anymore. The time of my obedience to you and devoted love for you is long gone. I sold the ring a long time ago and donated the money to an organization for abused women so the money can do at least a good job."

"Is this how you treat a gift, honey bun?" Stephen asked, a sleazy grin appearing on his lips.

"Shut up, you perverse jerk, you have no right to call me that anymore. You never deserved me! You don't deserve anything! We're done!"

"She's such a brat, isn't she?" Stephen said towards Loki. "I mean, I have ridden that bratty whore well man, so you've picked up a very good harlot but I guess you need to discipline that wench more properl—"

That was the moment when Loki totally freaked out. He had heard enough. He grabbed Stephen by his throat and slammed him against the nearest accessible wall and held him there, mere inches above the floor. You were sure you'd heard some ribs break. Loki choked him until he could hardly breathe. Stephen tried desperately to loosen Loki's hand from his throat, kicking his legs…without success. Every other person in the room held their breath.

"You huge piece of shit will never talk about my perfect woman like this again, you will never touch her, talk to her, look at her or even breathe the same air as her. If you do, there will be deadly consequences, you miserable son of a bitch. I should cut your tongue out and I should kill you for what you've done to her," Loki shouted at him, his face distorted with anger and pure hate.

"I'll pulverize you and eliminate all traces of your existence if you ever come close to her again."

Loki's jaw clenched and his eyes sparkled with contempt. A knife appeared in his hand, he bared his teeth, his body tensed up, ready to kill.

"Loki, no…Loki stop… he deserves it but he isn't worth it…Loki please…don't get your hands dirty on him!" you begged him and shook his shoulder violently. Never before had you seen your lover like this. And he did it for you, just for you. And it felt damn good.

"Kick the doctor's ass out of here …kick that bloody jerk out!" Tony ordered and gave Thor and Steve a sign.

Loki let go of Stephen and he fell to the floor, almost suffocated, coughing and desperately gasping for air. Thor and Steve grabbed Stephen harshly by his arms, brought him out of the room, and banned him from Stark Tower.

"Absolutely no one talks to you like this, my precious Lady."

Loki pulled you into a tight embrace. You clutched at him and buried your head into the crook of his neck. You both needed a moment to calm down.

"Are you two okay?" Tony asked, concerned and you nodded smilingly.

"I'm so sorry, guys, it wasn't my intention to freak out…but I couldn't allow that asshole to talk to my darling like this," Loki said.

"It's alright, Laufeyson. That jerk needed to be taught a lecture…get choked by one god and kicked out by the other, his special 'food of the gods' I would say. And everyone chuckled again.

"What an asshole. Are you alright, sweetie?" Nat said, trying to comfort you. "Fortunately, you have your very own crusader, who fights for you. But I think you put that asshole in his boundaries very well on your own," and she smiled at Loki, who nodded.

"Thanks, Nat, I'm fine. This case is closed. I was just shocked that he was here, I never expected this. And his humiliations don't affect me anymore. These times are over." You were still engulfed in Loki's embrace and grateful for it.

"I'll get us some shots," Nat offered and you nodded thankfully.

"I'm sorry, y/n. If I had known that he's your ex I would never have invited him to meet me whenever he's in New York. I assure you he will never come back here again. Please forgive me," Bruce said. He felt bad.

"It's alright Bruce, how should you know? I was just shocked. I never expected to meet him here or to meet him ever again. So don't worry, I'm fine! And I'm sure he won't even dare come back to this city." You all chuckled and Loki kissed the crown of your head.

With your free hand, you lightly stroked Bruce's shoulder to calm him down and smiled at him. You saw how guilty he felt. Loki held you sideways in his arms as tightly as he could.

"How did you meet him?" you questioned Bruce.

"We met at a medical congress in Europe last year."

"Ah yes, I remember that Congress very well, there he met that hot chick who replaced me. I should thank her."

"I should've killed him, breaking his neck slowly, cutting his heart out…" Loki's anger rose again.

"Stop Loki, he isn't worth that we think of him ever again. But thank you for defending me and fighting for me. Nobody ever did this for me. Your enemies should fear you. That was impressive." You pecked a soft kiss on his lips, your one hand on his chest, your other arm still wrapped around his waist.

"I will always fight for you, my love. Nobody is allowed to frighten you or hurt you. You're mine and I protect what is mine!" He kissed you deeply and cradled your cheek in his hand.

"I know and I'd do the same for you, Lo."

After the situation had calmed down you all had a nice evening with funny talks and drinks again. A few hours later you wanted to be alone with Loki so you gestured to him that you wanted to leave. A knowing smirk curved his lips.

"Y/n and I leave now, we're tired. Good night everyone," and you two left the lounge hand in hand.

"I want you, now! I last was fucked by you two weeks ago…I crave you," you whispered while leaving the room.

You couldn't deny it, the way he attacked Stephen, the way he fought for you and defended you, turned you on. His slicked-back hair had been a mess and when you saw his jugular vein bulging out while his anger rose you became so aroused that you would've loved to lick a long stripe over it. For you, Loki was kind of extremely sexy when he was angry.

"Is that so? Don't worry my love, I didn't forget my promise to make it up to you," Loki growled seductively at you, clasping your hand more firmly.

When you entered your apartment, he closed the door behind you with a bang and pressed you against it. He licked your throat when you tilted your head and offered your neck to him. He sucked hickeys on your skin while grinding his hips firmly against yours.

"You know how I want you, Lo. Come my king, make it up to me!" you groaned into his ear, heavily breathing.

"As you wish, my Queen," he growled and in a shimmer of green he turned into his Jotun form.

"Go rough on me, Lo."

He stopped kissing you for a moment and his gaze on you softened.

"Are you sure, Snowflake? About everything, about the bond? It will last! Forever! If you need more time to think about it, that's no problem. I just want you to be sure, my love." he asked you, his voice concerned.

"I'm sure baby! I'll never leave you again. When will you finally believe me that I only want you," you asked him.

"Then it shall be!"

With one hand Loki fixed your arms above your head, holding them by your wrists and kissed you feverishly, demanding and longingly. From his eyes, boundless, wild, sparks of roused desire were flashing.

"You're mine, mine!" and an animalistic growl escaped his mouth.

He kneaded your breasts firmly and lowered his head down to take your stiffened nipples into his mouth which were still covered under your dress. His licks and kisses were hot and wet, he would make a whimpering mess out of you.

You could do nothing else but moan and mumble his name. He grabbed you by your waist, threw you over his shoulder like a hunter does with his prey and walked over to the bedroom. He tossed you into the soft cushions and was immediately on top of you to claim you and ruin you finally for any other man. And then you would be his forever.

There was nothing else than you in his mind right now and he just wanted to fuck you properly. Nonetheless, he thought about if and when you would ask him which chances the bond with him could offer you.

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I must confess that originally, Stewjon was just my excuse to get them together 😉 And afterwards, they wouldn't really figure in so much. But I could see them going to live on Stewjon after the war. Especially as I can't really see them as a happy family while still fully in the jedi/temple. Even if you imagine the jedi going through a bit of a shift after losing so many members, they would probably still expect the twins to be raised in the creche, and I don't Anakin's or Obi-Wan's "attachment" would handle that.

So, going to live on Stewjon and helping to rebuild seems like a nice ending.

The trip to Tatooine could definitely be to distract Anakin. (My original reason was that Obi-Wan"s denial of Anakin's visions always seemed weird given that in many fanfics, he has trouble with them himself.)

But unfortunately, Anakin now goes with him all the way to Stewjon, and Obi-Wan, who hasn't fully decided just how involved he is going to be, is suddenly engage in a soul mate/force choosing ceremony where one of the contestants are his padawan! 🤯

While I definitely think Stewjon would have loved to keep Obi-Wan or have had some control over him, especially with the WAR! I like it better if Obi-Wan just leaves them hanging 😉 The message from the council comes just right after the ceremony, and Anakin and Obi-Wan leave immediately (with Obi-Wan calling over his shoulder that he will get back to them). But then, as the war starts and evolves, he just keeps ignoring them.

Because he really doesn't know what to do now. It was supposed to be a simple...genetic help, but now he has the memory of choosing his padawan as a spiritual partner and sleeping with him. And there are all these Feelings and Attachments! And months or maybe a year or two into the war, what is one planes problem with a their ruling house having a different last name compared to all the death and destruction he keeps being surrounded by?

I also like that it has to be Obi-Wan himself, who has to realise that he can't keep taking the same risks that he is used to. Especially after he (and Anakin) can feel the twins' life force. That HIS life is now important to someone(s).

Yes, Anakin not committing murder or other crimes before the war deserves a thumbs up. God boy! Save those war crimes for the actual war 😉

Okay. (God, this is going to be so long 😳)

So, in some versions, Ki-Adi-Mundi has a dispensation to get married because of his species' low birth or something. Now, how to get Obi-Wan one...?

Big calamity on Stewjon seems a bit overkill, but what if it was like a cultural thing? They whole society built on a few leading houses, and now the last member of House Kenobi is died, and could Obi-Wan please come and help them? All they need is an heir.

Obi-Wan would be all "I can't. I'm a jedi. Attachment! Bla bla bla." But sine it is so important for Stewjonian culture the council allows Obi-Wan to go and if he want, to participate in they ceremonial heir thingy.

Anakin is less than pleased. He is downright pissed because this means that they are being taken off the senator Amidala case.

He comes around a bit when Obi-Wan arranges for them to drop by on Tatooine to check on his mother (and save her). ("But Sir. Tatooine is on the other rim. It isn't on our way to Stewjon." "It is now.")

So on Stewjon Obi-Wan tries to be a good helpful jedi and agree to their ceremony, but is very against Anakin being allowed to participate. "He is my padawan!"

Some force or soul mate thingy light up, and that is why they say he should be allowed to join. They talk to Anakin, who is so ready to be knighted, and he is of Stewjonian age, so they are like: Nope, he can do it.

Ceremony thingy happens, and of course, Obi-Wan hook up with Anakin. But before they can all figure out what this means, a message arrives from the council, and they are of to Geonosis and then the clone wars start.

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So now you have the clone wars, and you can have Obi-Wan feeling all conflicted and guilty. Anakin is knighted but not married to Padmè and has not committed any massacre (👍). For the whole heir thing, I'm thinking mpreg, but with a kangaroo/peacemakers from Farscape's ability to pause the development. That way, Obi-Wan doesn't really feel pregnant, but you can have angst and hey... what would a trip in a bacta tank mean? Can he suddenly feel the twins' life force? How does he stop Anakin from going all crazy trying to protect him? And that is mostly it. For the whole, but what about Stewjon? Well, the clone wars are hard on them, and they end up losing more members of the "noble houses" and end up having to change things anyway. So Anakin and Obi-Wan can keep their children without Obi-Wan feeling guilty. (At least about that. Because we all know that Anakin wouldn't care at all.) Hope it wasn't too long. And at least made a little sense.

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oh that sounds really fun!! i love when people explore stewjon and what all it could be (because it is very much nothing but a planet named after jon stewart)

i think it'd be sort of cool if stewjon reached a custody agreement over obi-wan between them and the jedi, where sure he can fight in the war but it's under these stipulations which takes him out of physically fighting much of the time) and with the idea that at the end of the war, obi-wan WILL retire to live on stewjon

also think it'd be sort of cool if the reason obi-wan drags them to tatooine is so that anakin will be distracted with his mom and he can go to stewjon and get married or whatever he needs to do without anakin there because he knows anakin would literally hate that (he just wouldn't understand why he hates the idea so much)

also haha 'anakin is not married and has not committed any massacre (thumbs up)' he does deserve a thumbs up for that. good job anakin! no murder was committed!

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ENHYPEN'S REACTION TO YOU LEAVING YOUR DIARY AT THEIR HOUSE

PAIRING! bestfriend!enhypen x gn!reader

WARNINGS! none

A/N! two works in two days, just to fill the void i have created by releasing nothing but smau chapters for the past 2/3 weeks (i think-)

this is just tooth rotting fluff, and heart warming romance so enjoy :]

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~♪ L.HS! heeseung would probably spend the next few hours reading every page of your diary, seeing as it only included your lovestruck thoughts of your best friend. an undying smile would grow on his face and maybe, just maybe, you will receive a couple of letters in your locker, soundly placed on the cover of your diary.

~♪ P.JS! the blush that would paint his cheeks would have him extremely concerned for himself. he would read it like it's a whole damn novel, constantly needing to take a break from your words, looking at the invisible camera with his eyes wide.

"god, my heart is beating too fast."

~♪ S.JY! his arms wrapped around his pillow, he would flip throught the pages, eye trailing each stroke of your handwriting. he would bury his head in the cotton cloud every time he would come across the word 'love': your codename for him...which, after a while, you stopped using, for you had fallen so deep for him, and vice versa.

~♪ P.SH! the man would, no doubt, be hesitant to read your diary, but after seeing the first page, which was, flabbergastingly, a love poem written for 'p.sh', the urge to proceed through your sickenly sweet literature swallows him whole. his jaw drops at the revelation of his name surfacing, out of nowhere, in the middle of an entry named 'mon chéri'. french was your love language it seemed, and now, probably his too, 'cause he never expected his stomach to flutter at each french endearment you addressed him as.

~♪ K.SN! truth be told, he probably wouldn't notice your diary until he gets into bed and feels the hardcover of the moleskin book poke his ribs. he doesn't think anything of it, opening the cover with a tired sigh and he becomes absolutely invested in this exploration of your first love. no names used, he begins to feel jealous of whoever you were writing about, to have such loving words associated with their existence. just as he was about to close the book, the pages automatically disclose a section where it had been opened so many times that the spine was about to snap there.

a sketch of kim sunoo, smile wide, eyes shaped like crescent moons.

'him ♡'

~♪ Y.JW! the innocent bean, would just call you to inform you of the possession that remained buried beneath his bed. he doesn't read it, but a few days later, finds a folded piece of paper exactly where he had found your diary. by then, he had forgotten all about what happened a few days prior and thinks nothing of it, before he unfolds it, and reads the unintentional love letter written to him and it's then that he realises: it had slipped out of your diary. but it's the one thing he wouldn't give back.

~♪ NS.R! grinning, niki would proudly open your diary, eyes scanning every page deeply. in each entry you would write about someone, someone who you felt so deeply about, but knew they could not reciprocate that feeling back. he didn't know you were a songwriter, but when he meets the page 'mr mj 2.0' he laughs heartily, before he abruptly stops and comes to his senses: the whole diary was about him. nishimura riki. you bet he would send you a text saying 'your mj 2.0 😉'

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