#yes i am garbage thank u for noticing

[lunarriviera]

[evereverest2]

Little Monster Q&A + author fun facts !!

hello new followers and fans of Little Monster. first of all, i just have to thank everyone for the crazy support ive been getting as of late. thank you everyone. every like, comment, and reblog just pushes me to keep writing, even when it feels like every word i write is garbage.

so i decided to make this little special! idk if anyone will be super interested, so ill put all the stuff under the cut, but i also wanted to add this little drawing i did of terzomega as like extra content. if you arent interested, thanks anyway and enjoy the art!

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to everyone who stayed, i have no idea why you’re interested, but thanks lmfao. this shit will be long.

Questions

Is your most recent oneshot about the mirror related at all to Little Monster? (from @ofthemorningstars)

i'm glad you noticed that !! in The Mirror, i very purposefully left two hints at the end of the fic to indicate its connection to Little Monster, which was the taco ring reference and Terzo's use of "mostriciatto". to me, mostriciatto will always be the Little Monster version of terzomega. no matter when i finish that fic or if i write more fics after, i will never again use mostriciatto unless im purposefully writing these versions of terzomega. i havent seen anyone else use it (i hope they dont), so i like to imagine this can be forever my impact on terzomega fics lmao. anyway, the purpose of me leaving those references isnt necessarily to say, "this is a future scene of little monster" bc it isnt exactly that (while i have plans that line up with this oneshot, i cannot anticipate that everything will fit perfectly by the time we get there in the canon). the purpose of doing that was to show u cuties that yes, terzo and omega will eventually have a better relationship, and i will be extending this timeline into papa terzo era. just a fun little teaser for my more observant fans.

also, fun fact about how i came up with that pet name. i was writing the first part of Little Monster (that part is now titled Spilled Wine as featured on my Ao3) and i knew i wanted to give terzo an affinity for using pet names, but i didn't know quite which ones to use. i didn't want to be boring, so i googled some. i have no idea where, but i found mostriciatto, meaning, of course, "little monster." i had yet to even really start writing it, but i knew i wanted it to be DARK with a very unhinged omega, so i thought, perfect. ill talk a bit more about the writing of part one later on

2. How many parts do you currently anticipate writing? Do you have a set ending point, or will this perhaps be an ongoing project for the foreseeable future? (from @ofthemorningstars)

i have 12 major plot points (including the first five parts i have written) that loosely translate into parts. this could mean 12 parts, or it could be more depending on what i write. i kinda plan on expanding this to 18 (6 parts per “era” or “act” [you’ll see what i mean]) though i dont quite have a set ending yet, so really its up in the air. i am, however, planning on having a definitive ending, ergo not an endless project. from there there may be some oneshots in this universe, but they will have an ending.

3. In the first part of little monster you put a disclaimer with something along the lines of "if you're expecting comfort I'm sorry to disappoint". The angst is MWAH but do you like plan on giving Terzo like any sort of comfort or happiness?? (from @puuuders)

before i begin rambling, here's your answer: there will be hope and good times as mentioned above, and you might have even picked up on that in part 5. i may have wrote a fucked up versions of terzomega but whats a good story without character growth?? i havent determined the direction of the ending, but rest assured, if it all burns down, they will hold each other close (for the minute it takes).

but also.... funny story about that disclaimer....

soo i wanted to write ghost fanfic to impress my friend who is a VERY avid member of this community. however, i failed to realize they DO NOT like angst without love and care and fluff, so after i showed it to them, buddy did not like it. i took that as a sign that maybe this shit was a little TOO dark.

but my god, i could not stop thinking about it, as the caption said, and i dont always feel that away about what i write. i had recently started to post semi often to tumblr, and i just thought. well, theres gotta be someone else as fucked up as me, and i posted that shit. that disclaimer was a result of taking my friends reaction seriously and realizing that i needed to make it VERY clear that this fic is NOT for everyone. there was a different og caption that was longer and more grave, but i cut it down for aesthetics bc little monster has already seen more success than i ever anticipated.

4. What is your favorite ghost album, and what song introduced you to ghost? (from @puuuders) & Favorite ghost song (or songs) (from @ask-enso-ghoul)

my favorite album is Infestissumam!!! the vibes of the album are so fucking immaculate, even if terzo is my favorite papa.

of course, of course, the first song i ever heard from ghost was Mary on a Cross. it blew up when it did and i loved it. the second song that really made me start getting into ghsot was square hammer, which will secretly also be my favorite ghost song but ive heard it so many times i have to give it now to the future is a foreign land. some of my other fave songs are jigolo, respite, body and blood, faith, twenties, and year zero (there’s just so many)

i want to take a second to say my least favorite album though, which is opus eponymous, or as i call it, pope pussy. it’s ok. it’s just ok. mk. i’m not a fan of that sound. the best song on there is genesis. I FUCKING SAID IT—

5. how do you get into the zone of writing smut-? I’m trying to get into it but it sounds cheesy when I do, so do you do something specific? (from anon)

im gonna level with you. i have been writing for almost a decade, since i was 12, and the first thing i started writing was smut. sex has always been a HUGE creative force for my writing and art in general. as stupid as it sounds, writing smut to me is more than just that. its my art. its my greatest and most inspirational subject. i love being creative with it, bending it to the niches and intricacies of the duo im writing, just playing with it as a medium of expression, of storytelling, of how DEEP it can be.

that being said, one of the easiest ways to get into the zone of smut specifically is being horny ! you imagine your pairing doing some illicit bedroom activity and you pick them up liek dolls and smush their faces together ! let it be fun, and let it be yours. dont write it to please the kinks of your audience, write it to your own taste and enjoyment.

as far as it being cheesy, yeah, it will feel that way. the most important thing is to be confident with your language and don’t shy away from calling a dick a dick, a pussy a pussy, an ass an ass. it feels stupid, but it will read worse if you make up artsy names for them every other line. don’t be afraid to be descriptive either, because that’s what the people want to see, trust me.

apologies if that was unhelpful, ive just been writing smut so long i can hardly tell you how i do it. im jsut super passionate about it and it fuels me creatively….. can u tell lol

6. Favorite work you’ve ever done? (from anon)

so.... ive written many things and that depends. its definitely not anything ive posted on here.

i think my favorite "serious" work is a short story i wrote for a creative writing class, called Abel and Sally. it was an modern inversion of the bible story of abraham and sarah, with a really dark ending (i love to shit on catholicism)

the other work that comes to mind is the first story i wrote about my oc anson, called Anson's Prison. that is something i would potentially post on here, its pretty short but its a good one. its oc content, tho, so i doubt many ppl would be interested lel.

8. will you draw more drawing for your stories in the future? (from anon)

well. heres my thing with art.

ive been drawing as long as ive been writing. but im not an artist; i never learned ANYTHING beyond like drawing itself, i.e. i dont know how to shade, pick colors, do bgs, etc. (can u tell??? do u see that art up there???? can YOU TELL??) thus, i have a sort of love hate relationship with drawing, and i usually dont like my own stuff. i didnt pick up drawing as easy as i did writing and its not nearly as intuitive to me.

that being said, it is sometimes fun when the drawings turn out just right and i get super passionate about something i draw and i can create the image in my head. so if the mood strikes me, i probably will draw more terzomega stuff in the future.

but why do i need to?? @puuuders feeds you all SO WELL with little monster stuff you dont need my shitty art lmfao

9. MILK OR CEREAL FIRST? (from @raysoleil)

cereal. bc the moment the milk hits that cereal u are on a speedy ass countdown to devour that shit before it gets soggy, and brother, u better eat quick.

Things I wanted to share

Little Monster was supposed to be a one shot

so, Little Monster started as one thing and turned to something else entirely. originally, i wrote the beginning of the first chapter (where they are flirting in the church) in about april of this year. in this version, they were supposed to already be in love, though hiding it, and terzo was not drunk at all, just teasing. i eventually scrapped it because i wasnt very passionate about it and got p bored. then, in july, i had the itch to write something dark, but none of my projects at the time had characters i could really write that with. i came back to that scrapped fic and i thought, damn, i could really fuck these guys up, and i did.

little monster immediately became more successful than i thought it would be, and that was only about 10 notes and a comment in. i was happy to leave it at that, but then, i just started writing part two on a whim. if you look at the og post in the comments, i mention that im writing a "follow up". thats bc even when writing part two, this was not going to be a series !! but then, as i kept writing, part two became so long i had to split it in half, meaning there were suddenly 3. by the time i posted part three, though, i was shocked at the sheer amount of attention i was getting. at the same time, part three ended in such a way that i knew this story needed to keep going, to give these two a resolution. now, little monster will be a full fledged story thanks to all the support ive received :3

2. im an english major

yeah, you got me, im a college student majoring in english creative writing. is it obvious? my penultimate goal is to one day be a published author. it’s crazy surreal to me how much people express to me how they enjoy my writing~~ i hope i can one day make my dream come true 🥰 the unfortunate part about this is i go back to college next week and im uncertain how that will affect my writing schedule :p i’ll stick to weekly uploads for little monster tho dw !!

3. this is the first time i’ve written fanfic in several years

when i first started writing it was frerard and peterick fanfics on wattpad in middle school (huge shoutout to the ones that know lmfao). i stopped writing those before hs and haven’t written fanfic since. i think it’s very funny that i have come full circle back to writing band fanfic, altho ghost ofc is way more intricate with its canon

4. I LOVE YOU GUYS

i know i’ve said it a dozen times already on this post, but god it’s crazy. it’s nuts !! i’ve already made a handful of super sweet mutuals who i appreciate with all my heart, and even if you’re just a lurker, I STILL APPRECIATE YOU. EVERY SINGLE NOTE MAKES ME SO HAPPY. EVERY COMMENT AND RB HAS ME BURSTING WITH JOY.

it is entirely thanks to you all that i write terzomega and ive become so passionate about it. if it weren’t for your support, i would probably still be writing my silly little stories that no one but me could possibly understand, rotting away and wondering if anyone would even like my writing. terzo and omega are such a unique pairing compared to what ive written before, and writing them is a really cool feeling. i truly love it, and i hope i can continue to feed this side of the fandom for a long time.

from the bottom of my heart and with all my writing soul, thank you. i want to keep writing for u guys, and i want to satiate ur dirty terzomega fantasies >:) this is such a sweet and inclusive fandom and im glad i’ve been welcomed in so quickly. i hope i can continue to grow my talent here :3

ok that’s it bye teehee

[shark-myths]

hi! so i recently read your fic the house on rosewood lane and it was the one of the BEST horror stories i’ve ever read. seriously i’m still thinking about the walnut coffee and the face in the wallpaper. i was wondering if you could break down the key aspects of writing that to be maximum scary? like how u set up the plot or the characterization and stuff? thank u!

i have been sitting on this ask forever because the truth is i am a garbage writer! i love my writing, my finished product makes me very happy, but i mean when it comes to the process of writing, i am a trashanimal. i am running around with ink-stained paws and paper scraps hanging out of my possum teeth. i am incapable of plotting (@carbonbased000 can vouch as the only brave soul who has tried to co-write with me before we had to accept i am feral and impossible) which is why i usually can't carry off an intricate plot, such as a mystery; i never quite know what's going to happen or how i'm going to get there in a story. for example, it was very lucky for me that walnut pods turned out to be poisonous! i didn't know that until i was writing the last few chapters, it let me bring a lot of stray threads together. pretty reckless of me to write serially without a plan, yes?

i am a character writer; i choose characters and themes i am interested in, and then i put those characters in situations and find out what happens. so i think a lot about who my characters are going to BE and FEEL on the page, and then i discover by writing how they came to be that way. i discard a lot of my scenes, because i am just using them to learn about my characters and stories. i don't know how to edit because, again, possum with a fountain pen. i usually have a question for a story--for rosewood, my question was about salvage: what can be saved and what is the cost?

in terms of creating scariness, i have a few actual tips: 1) read horror! watching horror isn't as good, you must read it, you must work to understand which words made you feel icky and nervous, you must write to create that same vibe. discover what scares you and why, and try to mimic that until you find your own voice. 2) pick a feeling! i can't picture things in my head, so visual writing is hard for me; i have to be very intentional, and because i can't rely on describing an image in my head, i focus overly on how writing feels. (when i read comedy writing, i read and reread and reread the same sentences, trying to understand how and why the humor is created. this is an annoying way to read but an excellent way to work on your craft.) 3) read things that are very different from what you write! the more time you spend reading things that surprise you or differ from what you usually read, the more your craft will advance, because it opens up new pathways for you to create the feeling you are trying to create.

my last secret is just that i wrote rosewood about my own house. it provided me a fantastic sense of place and let me imagine what would scare the shit out of me in my own set of rooms. i think horror works best with a grounded sense of place (see: house of leaves and piranesi; stephen king, for whatever else he is and isn't, is quite good at this) and i think you can tell when the author hasn't done that--sometimes this is done to great effect, shifting sands beneath your feet, other times i find it degrades the story.

hope some of this is usable! i apologize for my lack of discipline to each and every one of you who has ever read one of my fics and noticed the threads that i dropped. for more hands-on writing advice, let me highly recommend the blood ink bone writing course by @alienfuckeronmain, for which i was honored to be a guest speaker.

[weebnotheree]

꧁༺♡⚜『𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝟚 - 𝑀𝑟. 𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟』⚜♡༻꧂[PT4]

ok so i just noticed while righting this, u were married to him and you still have the ring BUT i keep saying L/n instead of Crystal. But imma keep calling you L/n for now.

ENJOY!

•♫•♬♡• 𝙑𝙤𝙩𝙚 + 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 - 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 •♡♬•♫•

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"No!" The gazelle told them. 

"No? What do you mean, "no"?"he asked confused.  

"For the last time, sir, no appointment, no entry!" 

"Ummmm-" "Sir, do I need to call security?"  (Y/n saw the glass behind the lady. It said Crystal entertainment. Her ears went down a little. But after the lady caught an attitude and said u should, her head snapped up)

Rosita stepped in. "We should go" "Yes, you should"they started walking walking away but looked back seeing Y/n didn't. "Y/n? Are you okay?" she asked. Y/n was unhappy. "Excuse me. {"Yes Miss?"} I'll have you know, we came here for for an important audition. Which means?" she motions her hands at the lady. "You have an appointment. But ma'am-" "I want you to let us in. [glares]I should fire you for your rude welcoming" "Y-yes Miss-" "Mrs. L/n!"she growled with her ears folding down. People in the line gasped before smiling. Moon and the rest were shocked. "Buster"

"Yes?"he questioned jogging up to her. "Why are you here again?" "Well to spread our theater magic" "No. Why're you really here?"  staring at the lady dead in the eyes.

He thought then said. "To carry on my father's theater"

She smiles and her mood changes. "On second thought i will fire you. Come on guys!"  she said walking the opposite way they were going. She kept walking and for a second they stood there amazed before running after her. No sneaking in this time, we got Y/n U^U.

They rushed to the area. Backstage. "Hey, Y/n I never asked. Do you think you could also sing and audition?"Moon asked. "U-um..I dont know. I dont wanna take you guy's spotlight. Uh?! No offense or anything!-" You kept rambling on to not be in the situation....You saw him..you could smell his cologne..his scent before they even looked through the curtain. The others looked at each other worried. "Is it me or is she nervous?"Johnny whispered to them. 

The girls walked up to her. "It's okay, you dont have to be nervous" Rosita said as they placed a hand on her shoulder and back for comfort. "Dont you did these kinds of things?" Johnny asked. "Y-yeah but..this is different[shakey breathe]" "Dont worry, I've been there before. And as I sang I was able to sing how I wanted" Meena reassured.  They all hugged her as she bit her lip and calmed down a little...you didn't think he'd actually be here here.. *face palms* 

Moon went over and peaked his head out as they all went to see too. Y/n walked a little and could see through a little crack between the friends....You felt so many emotions just being here and seeing him again. He was being so..relentless..and cold to them. They were so good. They all got red buzzers. He sat at the edge of his seat rolling his shoulders and growled. "Garbage" [ERRRRRR]

Mr. crystal threw his hand up before covering his face disappointed and annoyed before pacing.

"Okay, everybody, if you can leave immediately, single file, we'd appreciate that. [the contestants w/ disappointed sighs]Thank you very much" Jerry walked his way not paying attention becasie the was looking at his ipad. He bumped into Crystal causing him to clench his teeth. "Jerry for the love of..."

"Sorry sir"

"[looks around w/ hands up]What? Where's the next group, Jerry? Why am I standing here waiting?" he questioned causing Jerry to stammer. "How about I... I just... I just, uh-"

"Be useful or be gone, okay?[then mumbles something]"

"Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir" Just as Y/n also peaked through, Jerry saw he..well Moon too. He pointed to them which caught Buster off guard because his eyes were following Crystal. "Um, okay. Um, you. Hey. Hey. Yeah, you. Little guy, you're here for the audition?" "Umm, yes. Yeah, yeah, yes, we are. Guys, we're on right now"

"Now" Meena questioned along with other gasping. [Rosita, Ash, Y/n]"What?" 

They go out and Moon takes the mic off its stand tapping it. Y/n didn't go out she was too nervous...scared. 

"Your name? Hey, your name, please?"

"Uh, it's Buster Moon from the New Moon Theater. And we're very excited to share our story with you today, sir. Right, guys?"

"Yeah, great. Now, get to it" Crystal told him, sitting down with his coffee. "Wait. Where's Y/n?"Ash asked and the rest heard her. They looked over at the backstage curtain. "I'll go get her"Rosita said. 

She saw you pacing back and forth. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I can't do it"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean i can't do this"

"Yes, you can. This is a big opportunity-" "An opportunity i can do anytime" silent for a second. "I-i...I can't go up there...I've performed here many times but...i cant do this now...not after i left..them" she was shaking. Rosita held the sides of her arms to stop it, and comfort her ----- meanwhile 

"What's the big hold up?" Crystal said before taking a sip of his coffee. "U-um, sorry sir. The other one was too nervous to come out. "Well hurry up, i ain't got all day" he told them

"Yes, yes. Right away" Moon said as they walked out from the curtains. Rosita walked beside her with a hand on her back telling her things for comfort while she nodded. Crytall looked at her mysteriously.. Rosita grabbed her hand.

"Um, we'll let our first member go first" you gasped and lookeed at him. Then Rosita. She nodded. You nervously sighed. They stood aside on stage and grabbed the mic Moon was giving you. He whispers. "Just sing" (sorry about this song if you dont like it. If you dont, pick something else to sing and soft. Plpl hatin' on it but idc its anime -.-)

[Provided to YouTube by Milan - Gales of Song (English Version) · Belle]

♪"La-la-la~"♪ she looked at Moon.

♪"La-la-la, la-la...~"♪ he smiled and motioned her to keep going.

She closed her eyes. ♪"Gales of song, guide me through the storm~"♪ Crystal uncossed his leg and sat up straight.

♪"On the wings of a small, simple melody"♪

♪"Words take flight and soar"♪

♪"They carry me, a world we'll see~"♪

♪"Looking for a farewell, I pull the threads~"♪

♪"A life without you I cannot accept"♪

♪"I can't tell that lie, I can't let go"♪

♪"But now that you're gone, I have to move on"♪ 

♪"Seems like everyone just smiles staring at the sun"♪

♪"But what about me? Tell me how I will know where I should go?"♪ 

♪"Oh gales, you sing and guide me!"♪

♪"I walk alone, there's more to life I have to know"♪ 

♪"It's just me, lost so far away from home"♪ 

♪"Alone I shut my self in"♪

♪"Still the winds howl, they call and their voices lead me"♪

♪"Gales of song, guide me through the storm"♪ 

♪"Let the melody[sings high] lift me high, I'll be me!"♪ Everyones eyes widen and Crystal was surprised.

You take a breathe. ♪"Gales of song~...please stay by my side...~"♪

♪"Winds of love, breathe into my life~"♪ Sinlence. .  .  .

Some peole that were in there were sitting silently listening to your beautiful voice shocked. .  . . One started clapping slowly..then another. And more faster. Then everyone clapped and cheered. Crystal looked you up an down like yea..yea..nodding with his hand over his mouth. Thats the talent he's looking for(while the others hugged you aka group hugged u). 

"Oh so..um..now that its our turn. We'll go"

"Yeah yeah yeah right that down"Crystal whisper yelled to Jerry still staring at her in amazment not looking away.  "Go ahead"

He truned to them and whispered. "Okay, guys, just like we rehearsed" turns back and points sover to Miss Crawly. She plays the drumbeat intro to 'Lets Go Crazy' "This is the story of an ordinary high school girl who discovers-" [EERRRRRRR] "Stop"

Jerry looked at his boss "Stop? [looks at them]He wants you to stop" "Ordinary and school. Two words I will never be associated with" [Jerry]"Never. Never"

"Where the heck did you dig these guys up from, huh?"he sighed frustradedly. "If you could all leave very quickly, we'd appreciate that, please"Jerry told them. "I need big shows, Jerry. Big ideas!" "Yes, sir, big. The biggest!"

Gunter raised his hand smiling. "Hey, I have a big one" Rosita went back and grabbed his hand dragging him away. "Okay, honey. Come on, let's go" He loked at her "You know, the sci-fi musical. That's big, right?"

"Um, uh..-" Jerry trying to get his attention but he keeps talking. "I mean, it's got the aliens and the robots and the lasers and these amazing songs from, like, Clay Calloway to-" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Clay Calloway? [chuckles] I love Clay Calloway" Moon Chuckled nervously "I know, right? I mean, doesn't everybody?" he said motioning them to come back. 

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. See, Jerry? This is exactly the kind of big idea I'm talking about. [walks to the stage]" "Yes sir!" He rubbed his hands together. "So, uh... so what's the show called?" He asked Moon.

"What's it called? Um... Gunter, you, uh... you want to... (splutters)...uh, tell Mr. Crystal what it's called?"

"Uh-huh. It's called Out of This World"

"Out of This World"he copied in surpised by the name.

"That's right. Just imagine it. Ash?"

"Uh, yeah, i got it"she said as she started playing her quitar. "A spectacular musical that takes your audience out of this world" he finished and she started.

♪"I wanna run"♪ she looks over at Johnny. He sings the next ♪"I want to hide"♪ 

[all of them]♪"I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside"♪

"I love this song"Crystal said smiling looking around, imagining it. The room turned into a galaxy full of stars with planets and moons. This was one of his personal favorites. (pretend y/n's in it) It feature his wife. Calloway and Y/n collabbed together to make it. Her voice was so beautiful and angelic. Ever since she she left..he started listening to it more and more. They were singing the part where Y/n came in at in the song. Y/n was humming but quietly so he woulnd hear her voice or he'd probably know. I mean he hasnt noticed her yet, she does look different.  

♪"I wanna reach out"♪

♪"And touch the flame~"♪

♪"Where the streets have no name"♪

Suki walked in looking at her ipad. "Sir, your lunch meeting with[see's them]Oh, my-" He put his hand out her way. "Not now!" "Moon, how did you get in here?"she quesitioned. "Hey, he said not now. Psst"he said trying to shoo her off. She rolled her eyes "Yeah, I heard him. Thanks, Jerry"

"Are you telling me you-you got Clay Calloway and Y/n's permission to use their song?"

"I mean yeah, Y/n she-" "What if we said we did?"Y/n cut him off stepping in. The group loooked at her confused and Moon looked at her like what. While Crystal walking over to his snack table. "Ah. Okay, so what, you got some kind of personal connection to these two?" eating a whole handlfull of popcorn.

"How else would I get it?" Moon said.

"Moon" Ash whisper yelled. He dusted his hands off and turned to them. "Wait, if you know him, then you could get him in the show, right?[Moon nervously nods][chuckles]Oh, that'd be huge for me. [looks over to y/n grinning]Huge" 

"Sir, I'm sorry, but seriously? You think this little guy from nowhere can get Clay Calloway and Y/n L/n in the show?" she said  as Crystal looked at him crossing his arms. Moon put his hands on his sides. "Well, Suki, for your information, I am not just a little guy from nowhere. Consider it done sir"

Opens double dorrs with them following. "I'll give you three weeks, Moon. Three weeks to get this show up and running, okay?" he says signing something a bodyguard handed him. "Yes, sir. Thank you" "Moon, do you really know Clay Calloway?"Ash asked him he shushed her "Not now"

Now at the top of the building with a helecoptor ready to take off. "Jerry" "Oh! Right here, sir"

"I want these guys to start work right away. Set 'em up with our designers, our dancers, whatever they need. And get 'em rooms at the hotel, okay? The very best suites. The whole shaboodle" "Yes, sir. Yes, of course" Crystal turned to Moon pointing. "Uh, hey, one last thing.

Don't you ever do nothing to make me look bad. You got that?" "Oh, I will never let that happen, sir"he smiled. "You better not, or I'll throw you off the roof[Moon nervously laughs]Great job, everyone. Take it away, Raoul" he said to the bodyguard cheetha getting in the plane. As it lifted and flew away the air pushed Jerry back causing him to drop his papers. "Oh, my gosh. Is this really happening?!" Rosita exclaimed. 

Gunter jumped and hugged her. "Yeah! We're playing Redshore City, baby!" "Yes we are, Gunter!"Jognny says excitedly. "Gunter, sci-fi musical? You're a genius!" "Yeah, well, Mama always said, "Gunter, you're not as stupid as your papa."" "No your not!" Moon exclaimed as they were all heading totheri hotel room. "Hey, Suki. No hard feelings, huh?"

"You have no idea what you're getting into"she said walking a little faster.  Ash pulled him to the side. "Whoa" "Are you out of your mind?" "What?" 

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Alright goodnight -.- moring now bc its 1 in the morning for me almost 2 and i have to wake up at 9 and i want so sleep so..im sleepy..over here falling asleep And if i dont updat anytime tomorrw and days on, its bc i had to go in the livingroom every day now so. And i'd be too tired to write at 11:55pm soo. BYE! I hope you enjoyed. 

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[im-immortal]

yikes, ok, SO

i would first and foremost like to thank you with complete sincerity for RUINING my week. istg i started in for a penny, in for a pound on like, FRIDAY, and demolished all 480k words like a dumpster-diving raccoon on garbage night.

let me tell you, when i finished thirsty and realized that the next installment wasn't a sequel, i almost threw up. that being said, every gd word of hot girl summer made the whole thing so much more fun and painful and horrible and amazing, sooo... who am i to complain?

ik it's been about a month since you updated—and a few scattered author's notes might suggest i could have to wait even longer—but i want u to know that i will be screaming, crying, throwing up while waiting for your next chapter😭(no rush tho 👀)

anyway, desperation aside, i noticed you use songs as inspiration a lot and i figured i'd share a few that have been running through my mind since i started reading:

-Alone- Heart (ik u got a thing for those 80s jams so LISTEN OK it's so them "til now, i always got by on my own/ i never really cared until i met you/ and now it chills me to the bone/ how do i get you alone?" pls i swear bethyl has ruined so many songs for me but ESPECIALLY this one, i mean come onnn)

-Wildest Dreams- Taylor Swift (don't lie to me, maybe daryl isn't a swiftie but i can tell you might be, on the DL. the whole chorus is so this fic, what with the romance they know has to end, desperately creating memories so the other won't forget them. and tell me this line—"someday when you leave me/ i bet these memories/ follow you around"—isn't SO bethyl. like, do the words "you're gonna miss me so bad when i'm gone, daryl dixon" mean anything to u??

anyways, that about sums it up. sorry for the massive ask, except not really because i need to let this all out somewhere, and seeing how it's all ur fault...

LMAO hope all is well and happy writing booface xoxo 😘

Well hot damn. I’m not gonna lie, I panicked for a second when I read the first line of this ask, and then it made me smile like a crazy person 😂

I deeply apologize for ruining your week (kinda) and also HOLY HELL, you read all that in a weekend??? Are you okay????

I actually am genuinely sorry HGS wasn’t a direct sequel, but I’m glad you’re still enjoying it 😅 as far as an update goes, I have like half of the next chapter written, but I’ve been having some health issues this month that put me into a bit of a mental slump. It won’t be much longer before I continue tho.

Omg thank you for the song recs!!! Yes, I am a slut for the 80s songs (they give me so many vibes for this series), and yes, you are correct about me being a low key Swiftie (cruel summer has become like my anthem for the whole ifap series, can’t wait for you to see where it ends up being included.)

This ask made my whole day so thank you thank you thank you!!!! 🥰💞

(ps: “booface”? I see what you did there 👀😂😂)

[islaluvsbones]

hahaha this post pissed me off (probably controversial rant under the cut)

"exactly like dont interact with it then" I CANT. BECAUSE NOBODY TAGS THEIR SHIT PROPERLY. i can't find NORMAL ANYTHING anymore on ao3 because its all flooded with sans au ensembles and shit. and nobody tags them as "alternate universe: _____" so, its actually quite IMPOSSIBLE to avoid.

yeah there are some aus i like, but notice how they aren't the ones that only focus on sans??!! i have to search through a sea of garbage sansxsans au stuff to actually find fics and comics about undertale.

"without aus the game wouldn't last 2 years" CRAZY TAKE. you guys are so blinded by all this mischaracterized single focused TRASH that you cant possibly understand how much of a timeless work undertale is. the lore and secrets are so rich, and there are sooo many great characters to focus on. i am a 7 year long fan of undertale and my love for it has grown stronger over time, without the help of aus. did i dabble in some? yes, and i still do (rarely.) but god, don't you ever get bored??? this is literally the same guy interacting with HIMSELF in DIFFERENT CLOTHES. if ur gonna make au stuff, please spice up your aus/au fics with other UT characters i beg you.

and YEAH. i do believe aus ruined the fandom to an extent. that corner of the fandom is where controversy and problems are BORN. ive lost so many of my fave fic writers/comic makers to aus because they turned into proshippers and stopped writing actually good stuff. how are you gonna swap out a ship between 2 entirely different characters with good chemistry for a sans x sans ship thats INSANE to me. and the mischaracterization from the au fandom drives me absolutely wild.

it makes me so sad to see new fans only knowing the new sans au stuff or poorly plotted undertale things instead of some of the classic masterpieces i grew up with. sometimes i watch those undertale reaction gacha videos and get SOOO sad and disappointed when they only react to aus and weird fangames/bad comics that are so inaccurate it hurts.

i wanna guide them in the right direction to some actually good stuff so they realize how great the game is completely ON IT'S OWN. can barely find good content anywhere anymore. i wish i was a little older when undertale came out so i could fully experience it in its prime days. i love undertale but being younger made me late to the party. i still saw most of the classic stuff early on tho so yesss! (got into the fandom in early 2017 and that story is hilarious)

anyway enough talk about me lol.

i could talk about this for hours but this post is getting long and my fingers are getting tired. sorry for my ritual essay long rant that most likely no one will see, but sometimes u gotta have ur hot takes and yell about them even if nobody's listening. thanks, have a very undertale day!

[adamarks]

Hi, I would like to write a monsterfuck fic in another fandom, but it's really not a thing there. I tried before and it's probably my least popular fic, but I really want to do it again (I want to write something about loving someone else despite and because of their monster parts). I'm just a little worried about people's reactions, I guess.

Do you have any advice?

I am a big fan of your fics!

Thank you sweetheart!!! What a lovely ask to get 🥰

I mean, if you’re a reader of my disasters you’ve probably noticed that, like, a lot of my super monstery stuff also goes unread even tho it’s a more monster-friendly fandom. I’ve been where you’re sitting; I get it. Is it worth writing? Is it worth posting if you know no one will give it even a passing glance? Will all the comments, if you get any, just be “ew, why?”

WELL LET ME TELL U. IVE GOTTEN MY FAIR SHARE OF IFFY COMMENTS “uh that was… something.” “Tf did I just read” “no.” (I’m not including the oven fic’s comments that was designed to elicit those comments lmao) and boy, is that shit disheartening! I get where you’re coming from; it makes you genuinely not want to write.

So then you’re left holding your bag of “no one will like this. No one will click on this, but I wanna write it.” Which is an absolute fucking garbage place to be. So here’s what I’m gonna tell you, anon. Look me in the eyes.

FUCK EM

The fact is they don’t have to like it. It’s a PRIVILEGE that they’re getting to read it!!! Look at me, you are putting something so personal and so lovingly crafted into the world. Even if it goes under the radar, it has an intrinsic value. You have intrinsic value. And what’s more, you are writing about a way of loving another being that is so pure, so raw, and so personal. That’s a part of your very heart that you’re putting into the world. That’s a privilege for other people to read. Writing about love is one of the most beautiful and naked experiences in the world. You are showing a vulnerable, soft part of yourself to strangers. That’s amazing. You are amazing for doing that.

In conclusion, I guess what I’m saying is: it doesn’t matter. Yes, maybe you get a disheartening comment, but what matters is that YOU enjoyed writing it, and that YOU like it. It’s about feeling accomplished, proud of yourself. This is your hobby for YOU. always remember that your writing is for you and you alone at the end of the day. And maybe you occasionally get really wonderful comments, like what I just got from you, anon, and that adds even more to the joy of having bared you soul. Regardless, though, you gave yourself that joy first and foremost. You expressed yourself in a wonderful way, and that’s what made it worth it.

Also, maybe that fandom needs to stop being boring cowards and fuck a werewolf. Be the change u wanna see in the world. My 2 cents

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Linko sparring pls

Suddenly locking eyes.

Noticing for the first time small details about the other, like freckles, detailed eye colours, etc.

Or if u don’t want to do a fic with fighting then:

Leaning over to help the other with homework (in this case police work)

Feeling the other's breath against them, especially the back of their neck.

I think I'm going to go with the second one- I don't wanna write fighting/sparring lmao

Accepting prompts- shoot your shot!

"Mako!" The door to the Chief's office slammed open in a fury.

"Ye- yes?" He stood upright from behind his desk.

"Get in here!" She ordered.

Mako fiddled with a couple of assorted things on his desk, testing her patience further before he pushed the chair away from behind him. It made a blasphemous sound against the tiles, while two papers flew off the desk and onto the floor. He ran over clumsily to fetch the papers one after the other.

"Today, detective!" She shouted.

Without another word or movement, Mako dumped everything on his desk and hurried inside her office after her.

The door slammed shut. Lin was not in a good mood. Sure, he had been in her good graces ever since they destroyed Kuvira's mecha tank together. It also helped that she took pity on him as the young man with an assiduous work ethic despite his broken arm.

"Have a seat." She said in a stern voice.

In no position to test her anymore, he sat on the chair across from hers in front of the desk and waited for further instructions to follow.

Lin waltzed over to her side of the table and unceremoniously pulled a drawer open. She collected a couple of documents and tossed them over in front of Mako. The papers scattered on the desk, and the young detective couldn't decide if he should be glancing, let alone even touching them just yet.

"Your handwriting, detective, is unintelligible." She almost scolded.

"Oh." He sounded relieved.

Catching on, Lin rolled her eyes as she made her way over beside him.

"I need to be able to read your garbage if you want to be my second in command, you understand that?"

"Yes, Chief!" That's all he knew she needed to hear. No amount of excuses or reasoning would fly, he knew was very well versed with her by this point in their relationship.

Lin leaned over the table and callously plucked out a blank sheet of paper from a notebook. She slammed this paper between his hands on the desk, forcing an uneasy grunt out his mouth. He was confused, to say the least, but he still didn't dare to speak up.

"Write me a report right this second, in front of me, and only once I'm satisfied can you leave for the day."

"But Chief-"

"I said write, not chatter." She barked.

"Yes, Chief!" He clutched a pen from the holder on her desk and got to writing- he didn't know what- but-

"I haven't told you what to write yet." She sighed disapprovingly.

She shook her head and leaned on her hand against the top of her desk. He turned to his side and gave her an expectant look. He could tell she was done for the day- that she was fatigued and the last thing she probably wanted to do was to personally ensure that his handwriting improved that very evening.

"You look tired, Chief." He commented on his observation.

"No shit, Mako." She exhaled, "I am beyond exhausted."

"You shouldn't take up so much work then. You need to relax and let others take over for you."

Lin bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh.

"Why do you think I care how legible your handwriting is to me?"

Mako gave her a fastidious response, "So that I'm overall good at my job, which would help lead to a promotion which would-" He then noted the absolute mirth on her face from the pedantic, textbook answer he was giving her.

He exhaled, infected by her amusement, "So that you can sit back and go easy while someone trustworthy takes over."

"Fantastic detective skills, Mako." She said sarcastically, lifting her hand off the desk now.

Mako took it in good favor and wrote 'thank you' on the paper. Lin rolled her eyes when he showed it to her.

"You can't convince me that that's the penmanship of a twenty-two-year-old man." She said, half in jest.

"Fine." Mako turned back down to his paper to write something else.

He had to admit that handwriting was awful. He considered lying and telling Lin that he was left-handed, but once his arm healed, he'd be out of excuses. And more importantly, she'd instantly know that he was lying. He could also blame it on his atrocious childhood, but he knew she didn't care for the past.

Lin leaned over him, probably to examine the way in which he wrote. Maybe it was the way he held the pen, or the way he angled the paper, or maybe his grip was all wrong, or maybe-

That's when he felt it. Her warm breath was on the back of his neck. Suddenly, with every passing second, with every character that emerged from the movement of his pen, Mako's mind was plagued with unsavory thoughts about Lin.

Lin Beifong.

How had he missed it all this while? He considered her a friend of sorts. They were both down on their luck, romantically speaking. She trusted him. He considered her a close confidant far more than she did him. That personal relationship existed.

And she was beautiful too. She wore her elegance and her charm like her armor, a hard exterior with a soft center. The countless times she had been a mentor, a friend, a close figure in his life. The way she cared for him- for the people he cared about. The way she'd always stand up for justice. Her kind nature that never wore the ugly facade of niceties.

The idea that he was now thinking about how her breath would feel against his mouth was outrageous. How her lips would feel against his. Her hair within his fingers. Her tongue down her throat, when-

"Why'd you write my name?" She broke him out of his ruminations.

"Oh," He had to wake himself up, "I'll work on my handwriting, Chief, I promise." He stared up into her emerald green eyes before adding the words 'needs to rest' beside her name.

"Good." Her expressions softened, "Thanks, Mako."

"Anything else, Lin?"

He noted the time and decided that formalities weren't welcome when they were off the clock.

"That'll be all." She dismissed him.

Mako placed the pen back in place and picked up the paper on which he had scribbled Lin's name. He neatly folded and slid it into his pocket as he made his way to the exit. He held the door open to bid his final goodbye for the day when some uncanny courage seemed to flood through his body.

"Lin, I know you're tired, but would you like to go out for some drinks tonight?"

To his surprise, she gave him a tiny grin.

"I'll grab my coat."

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!

I’m sorry it’s my first time sending you an ask, so I dunno which button I clicked man. Sorry about that.

Ok, so what I wanted to request! I love your blog. You’re really kind and genuine, and I’ve found some great fics to light up my day from here. But sometimes, the posts are suuupppeeerr long, and I may not be looking for this info exactly? Like it clogs up a lot of my dash. So I wanted to request if you could use a “read more” feature after a brief, at least for the fic rec posts.

I hope I didn’t offend or anything. Thank u for all the kindness you put into the world each day. Have a good day fren!

Hey Nonny!

Ahh, okay, you’re not going to like what I am going to say, but you are very respectful and were smart and sandwiched your issue in compliments, so Ahhhh, I feel conflicted now.

With all due respect Nonny, this is my blog and I get more engagement on my lists if people can see the full list; many people prefer it that way, and honestly I get crapped on either way, so I’ve made the executive decision to not cut my posts. The only time I do is on “second” reblog on super long LONG lists so that I have a “cut” and “uncut” version of the post, but even those I’ve been reducing. 

I’ve tried both ways, and full posts get better notice. All I want to do is share my love of fics and content with y’all, and the best way to do that is to just have it all there so people know what they’re getting. 

Plus, am I to just “readmore” every single reply on my posts? A lot of the reason my blog has stayed as long as it has is because I’ve always been a very interactive blog. People LIKE seeing their replies added to a comment thread on my post, and it helps smaller blogs get noticed. It’s not much on the surface, but I’ve had smaller blogs come to me DELIGHTED that their name is now attached to one of my posts that are going through a “popular reblog cycle” (that is, a post that is being interacted with for a good few days before I actually finally add it to the month-reblog queue). It helps create a sense of community, I feel, and that’s one of the things I am very honoured to be: a starting place for community.

And this is just in a general sense and NOT directed at you, more at the people who shit on me in the notes of my long posts, but I don’t GET people getting upset about my TEXT BASED POST WITH NO IMAGES IN IT, but not on any of the image or playlist posts I reblog, which take FOREVER to load on mobile. I GENUINELY don’t get it. I don’t even use the app on my phone, I’m logged into the browser on my phone, because the app is garbage. 

The problem is the app, in my opinion. That’s the gist of it. It loads slow, it scrolls terribly, and the UI is annoying, but instead app users blame the bloggers and not the fact that Tumblr staff ignore every suggestion we make. And because more of the newer people use their mobiles these days, us old-time Tumblr users are expected to microblog like the shitty sites that are Twitter or Facebook. Tumblr is a blogging platform, like LiveJournal, laid out all nicely and clean and honestly, (the royal you) you’re getting exactly what you signed up for: long posts, opinions, and interaction. If one wants shitty layouts, shitty comment threads you can’t follow and reactionaries, go to Twitter. Call me a boomer, whatever, I just find Tumblr so much more appealing now more than ever. 

Sorry, I’ve needed to get this off my chest for awhile now. I don’t know. Maybe I’m being pedantic. I don’t care, really. My thoughts on this: if (the royal) you don’t like the content, or find stuff annoying, don’t follow me.

Because you know what a lot of my longest posts are? Helpline numbers at the bottom of posts. Useful links. And just stuff that make people happy. People in despair are not going to click on a read more of a post. People who want links to resources aren’t going to click on a read more. People who just want happiness after a stressful day are literally just scrolling to smile, and they ain’t gonna click a read more.

YES, there are reasons read mores are good, absolutely. I just PERSONALLY don’t like them because I like engagement. I don’t get much of it anymore on my posts, EXCEPT the fic rec posts, and THOSE work better as a full view.

BUT NONNY PLEASE KNOW I AM NOT UPSET AT ALL WITH YOU, and you’ve given me a great opportunity to discuss this thing that I’ve put off for awhile because the other people were less-than-kind, and it only made me NOT address it out of simple spite because I’m nothing if not a passive aggressive old lady. 

So, here are a few ideas you can implement:

If you like my posts but not the longest ones, I always tag them “long post”. Tumblr finally has its own tag blocking feature, so just block “long post”. All of my very long lists will be blocked, and you can decide if you want to click on them based on what the additional tags are. I try my best to tag all my lists appropriately.

Similarly, you can “tag block” my username, and only click on the posts you like the tags for.

DON’T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, PLEASE, this isn’t a “so there!” comment, I promise!!: You can unfollow me if you’re only following me for the fic lists, and instead follow me on Twitter at @inevitablyjohn1, which is used only to promote my new lists and art. Every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I post up the Wednesday Reblog, Five Fics Friday, Fic Rec Roundup, and Fic Rec Sunday, with a link to each post :) Then you’ll get all the lovely full lists I post 4 times a week. OF COURSE, this is the option I don’t want to happen, because I love all my lovelies and you’ll miss out on the random fics, insightful asks, and suggestions I get throughout the week, BUT I want you to enjoy your time on Tumblr, and if my blog is causing you stress, it’s the last thing I want to happen. I love all of y’all too much to see that!

THAT ALL SAID, Nonny, I’m really sorry to disappoint you, and I hope you understand my POV on this. I just don’t see any benefit on my part, for MY blog, which I run for MY happiness which has the side effect of making other people happy. I also hope you will still stick around regardless, but I care about your well being and I understand if you have to leave.

AND everyone, please don’t be harsh on this Nonny! They asked a question respectfully and deserve our respect in kind.

I truly wish you the loveliest of days, Nonny, and have a great week! <3

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Loss

The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

~

He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

~

"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

~

Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

~

You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

~

"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

[reinerispretty]

reminiscence. (? x reader) pt3

hello and thank u so much for all of ur kind words on the last two chapters!! i hope you guys enjoy this one :) 

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“Speak for yourself, Bolin,” grumbled Hasook, the only waterbender they could find to join their team. “You being distracted practically cost us the game.”

“It was only a few seconds,” Mako snapped, readily coming to his brother’s defense.

“That’s all it takes to lose.” Hasook walked angrily out of the locker room. When he was gone, (Y/N’s) bright eyes peered around the door frame.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,”

A smile curled onto (Y/N’s) lips. 

“Nice to meet you, Bolin,” She said, and Bolin felt his heart skip a beat. He liked the way her voice said his name. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing walking by yourself at night?” 

“I had just gotten off of work,” (Y/N) said with a sigh. “I got stuck with the late shift, so no one could leave until everything was absolutely spotless. And like, right as we were almost done for the night, someone spills a bottle of oil all over the floor! Waterbenders can’t pick that up!” She frowned. “Sorry, I’m just ranting to you at this point.” 

“Rant away!” Bolin said, his face excited. “Where do you work?” 

“I’m a waitress at Kwong’s Cuisine.” 

“Woah,” Bolin gapsed. “No wonder you were so bummed out about losing your food! That place is amazing. I mean, I imagine it’s amazing. The only thing I’ve had from there were leftovers from the garbage.” When (Y/N) furrowed her brows, Bolin started panicking. “I don’t eat from the garbage all the time! My brother and I used to when we were living on the streets.” 

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, her expression turning sad. She reached forward and placed her hand atop Bolin’s. “I’m so sorry. That must’ve been so awful.” 

“It wasn’t too bad!” Bolin, cheerful as ever, gave her a smile. “I had Mako, which was nice, but sometimes we could find really great things in the garbage. Once, I found a whole pie, just sitting on top of trash cans! Didn’t look dirty or anything! It was delicious. Sometimes I still think about trash pie.” 

(Y/N) laughed and Bolin reveled in the sound. “What about you?” She asked. “Why were you on the streets?” 

“Mako and I got into a little argument about money again. It’s fine though, because we’re gonna make our own pro-bending team and rake in all the cash!” An idea popped into his head and he leaned forward excitedly, their faces just inches apart. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to be a waterbender, would you?” 

“Unfortunately, no,” (Y/N) said and Bolin deflated back into his seat. “I don’t bend anything. My family’s full of benders but me? I am bendless.” 

“Hey, that’s okay!” Bolin assured her. “I know really great people who aren’t benders!” 

“I’m not very sad about it,” She said, playing with the straw that was in her drink. “But I do get just a teensy bit jealous. Like, when I’m watching probending and the teams do all these cool moves!” 

“You wanna talk about cool moves? You should see Mako and I! He’s a firebender, I’m an earthbender. We’re like a dynamic duo. Our first match is in two weeks from today, if you wanted to come!” 

“You have a match but you don’t have a waterbender?” Bolin waved his hand in the air dismissively. 

“We’ll find someone, I’m sure! Say you’ll be there?” He asked, his green eyes bright and hopeful. 

“I’ll try my best!” (Y/N) said, and Bolin could tell she really meant it. “It’s just, you know, work.” 

At that moment, their soup dumplings arrived. This both excited and disappointed Bolin. Excited because he was starving and disappointed because he knew once they were finished eating, he and (Y/N) would go their separate ways. 

After stuffing themselves full of soup dumplings, Bolin and (Y/N) practically waddled out of the restaurant. The streets of Republic City were nearly bare. “How about I walk you home?” Bolin offered. (Y/N) nodded, a blush gracing her cheeks. 

They walked side by side and talked about anything and everything. He found out that her mom owned Kwong’s Cuisine and expected (Y/N) to take it over once she was old enough, but (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that yet. She loved animals and preferred to be cold rather than hot, because when she’s cold she can just bundle up. Despite working for her mom, she lived on her own, since her mom didn’t have that much time to be around anyway. 

Bolin told her about how his parents died and what it was like living on the streets for so many years. He told her of the gangs that they had done work for and she looked at him with complete understanding and a lack of judgement. He told her about his best friend, Pabu, and how much he wished he had brought Pabu with him because he knew he would’ve made her so happy. 

By the time they had reached her doorstep, Bolin was feeling very sad. The odds of him ever seeing this girl again were slim to none and that was the last thing that he wanted. 

“Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?” He asked suddenly. (Y/N) nodded, stepping inside for a moment before returning with his supplies. He tore off a small piece of paper and balanced it on his knee, scratching his address onto the lines. “This is where you can find me.” She took it gingerly from his hands and looked at it. When she looked back up at him, she smiled. 

“Thank you,” She said, her voice soft. “I’ll definitely track you down. I have to repay you for the soup dumplings.” Bolin grinned. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” He walked down her front steps and nearly tripped. He turned around again to see her laughing at him. He smiled once more and gave her a small salute before walking off into the night. 

Bolin didn’t see (Y/N) at his next pro-bending match, or at the three matches after it. Each time he would look up into the crowd, past the bright lights and thousands of fans and search for the face that had been in his dreams for weeks now. Every night, he was disappointed. He’d put on his helmet and step onto the platform, ready to take his frustrations out on the opposing team. 

He had told Mako about the girl he had eaten soup dumplings with. Mako hadn’t really taken him seriously; Bolin always got distracted by girls for a few days and then found himself enamored by another one soon enough. But this one seemed to be sticking. Mako sort of hoped she’d turn up just so Bolin would stop talking about her. 

And then one night, she did. Bolin’s eyes scanned the crowd, just as they always did, and surprisingly they came to rest on (Y/N’s) face. She sat higher up, in the cheaper seats, but her presence was undeniable. Her smile seemed to beam down on him as she turned to her friend and pointed at the platform. 

“She’s here!” He turned to Mako, jumping on his feet. “She really came!” 

“Finally,” Mako grumbled, and the match started. Bolin didn’t seem to notice, his eyes trained on (Y/N) for the first few seconds of the game. This gave the opposing team the opening to hit him with earthbending discs, knocking him back into the second zone. 

Bolin groaned and jumped to his feet. Mako turned to him as he firebended, his golden eyes furious. “Either you get your act together or I’ll knock you off the platform myself!” 

Bolin nodded, holding his fists toward his face as he shot discs at the opposing team. He dodged their attempts at knocking him off his feet. If this was (Y/N’s) first match seeing him, then she’d see him at his best. 

The Fire Ferrets didn’t win the match, but they played a good game. The team was freshly made and it would take them a while to get in tune with each other. Bolin remained optimistic that they’d win the next one, and he expressed this to his team as they went back to their locker rooms. 

“Speak for yourself, Bolin,” grumbled Hasook, the only waterbender they could find to join their team. “You being distracted practically cost us the game.” 

“It was only a few seconds,” Mako snapped, readily coming to his brother’s defense. 

“That’s all it takes to lose.” Hasook walked angrily out of the locker room. When he was gone, (Y/N’s) bright eyes peered around the door frame. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” She said, and Bolin couldn’t stop the grin that rose to his face when he heard her voice. “I told someone that I knew Bolin and then they told me to come here?” 

“They’re used to Bolin’s routine of bringing back screaming fangirls,” Mako said, and Bolin gave him a harsh shove. 

“Former routine,” He grumbled, before walking over to (Y/N). He wasn’t sure if he should hug her or hold her hands or kiss her. The last option would probably be too much for the moment. “I’m so happy to see you.” 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” She said, an apologetic smile gracing her features. “I got scheduled for every night a pro-bending match was on. I had to ask someone to cover for me just to come here.” 

“Oh no! I’m sorry you had to take off work.” (Y/N) shrugged. 

“It was definitely worth it. You guys played an amazing game.” (Y/N) stepped further into the room, directing her attention toward Mako. “I’m (Y/N), by the way. Bolin kinda saved my butt a few weeks back.” 

“I’m Mako,” He said. “And I know. He hasn’t stopped talking about it since then.” Bolin’s face flushed a bright pink, but (Y/N) just laughed. 

“Can I treat you both to soup dumplings? I have to pay Bolin back for mine anyway.” 

“Dumplings sound fantastic!” Bolin grinned. “Right Mako?” 

“I won’t say no to free food.” 

---

(Y/N’s) stomach rumbled loudly. 

She sat atop Naga, her arms wrapped around Korra’s middle. The polar bear dog trotted through Republic City as Korra took her to one of her favorite spots: a little meat stand on the side of the street. “This place is amazing,” Korra called back to her. “I find the stands to be way better than actual restaurants.”

(Y/N) wasn’t quite sure if she could relate, but she was willing to try. They pulled Naga up to the stand to order their food. “You again,” The woman running the stand grumbled. “You actually have money this time?” 

“Yes,” Korra said, sticking her tongue out at the woman. “We’ll have two of everything.”

“Two of everything?” (Y/N) echoed in disbelief. “Korra, I-” 

“Relax,” She said as the woman put together their orders. “You and I will share and the rest is for Naga. She needs to eat lunch, too.” Korra rubbed Naga in between her ears. 

Once they had been given their food, Korra took (Y/N) to the park, where they ate on the riverbank. It was less cold than it was yesterday but (Y/N’s) Air Acolyte clothes helped keep her warm. She received many weird looks as people walked past them. 

“Do I have something on my face?” She asked. “Why does everyone keep looking at me?” 

“Oh,” Korra said, her mouth full of kabob. “Air Acolytes don’t usually leave Air Temple Island. And they don’t eat meat.” (Y/N) gulped. 

“I feel like I’m being blasphemous,” And while she wasn’t really joking, she made Korra laugh anyway. “Thanks for getting all of this food, by the way. I’ll find some way to pay you back in the future.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Korra said with a shrug. “Focus on getting your memories back.” 

“I wish it were that easy. Like, if I could just shut my eyes really hard and boom! My memories would return.” She looked at Korra, her eyes dazzling with an idea. “I know Kya said you can’t tell me anything shocking, but what if...what if you told me some of the small stuff? Like when my birthday was?” 

“I don’t really know things like that,” Korra admitted as she reached for a piece of food and tossed it to Naga. “I really just know about the stuff Mako has told me.” 

“Right, Mako,” (Y/N) mumbled. “My biggest fan.” 

“He’s just protective over Bolin, that’s all.” 

“Everyone keeps talking about Bolin when it comes to me. That’s the guy that was there the other night, right? Who is he?” Korra bit her bottom lip. She knew she had said too much. “Korra, please?” 

“Bolin was...your boyfriend.” 

“Was my boyfriend,” (Y/N) repeated. “As in past tense?” 

“Past tense is a pretty big part of it.” (Y/N) nodded. 

“Okay. I won’t ask you any more about it, I promise. Thank you for telling me.” But when she looked back down at her food, Korra could tell that she wasn’t thankful. The only thing her explanation had offered was more confusion, and she felt incredibly guilty. Guilty over going against Kya and Tenzin’s wishes and telling (Y/N) about Bolin, and guilty over not being able to give (Y/N) the truth. She was completely lost in the world: she deserved answers. 

“Maybe...maybe if we don’t tell you anything, but show you instead, we can get your memories back.” 

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

“What if we took you to places that had a big impact on your life and just see how you react to being there?” (Y/N) nodded excitedly. 

“I’ll try anything.” 

“Alright. But first we have to get Mako and Bolin on board.” 

---

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[julyarchives]

Don’t You Hear Me Howling ||(M)|| 02

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words:  3K

→ Contains: Oral Female receiving; Riding; Hair pulling; Semi-Public touching.

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04  • 05  • 06  • 07

→ A/n: Here’s chapter 2 for you guys! I hope you enjoy it and look forward to the next chapter :)

You enjoyed the rest of your night with Kino, dancing very closely, learning that he was a dance major for a reason. Each roll of his hips against your making you want to rush back to that room and not leaving any time soon, but you knew he couldn’t handle it. You shared kisses and drinks and had fun talks, but none of this distracted you from the pair of eyes roaming around you all night. Wherever you looked, Changgu was there, staring with that same pissed-off face.

At the end of the night, Kino said he had to go.

“You can go ahead, I’ll stay back to say goodbye to Wooseok before I go.” you said to him.

“Alright,” he answered with a smile. “We’ll keep in touch then.” He winked at you.

You laced your hands on his waist and pulled him in for a goodbye kiss. Kino was one of the favorite omegas you’ve ever been with, you would definitely not lose touch with him when kissing feels this good.

“We will” you finally said, giving him one last peck before he turned around and left.

You watched him leave through the door, before turning around to see the owner of the smell invading your nostrils.

“Can’t get away from me, can you?” you said to the blond man now in front of you “Why are you chasing my tail all night long?”

“Fuck, y/n, do you really have to ask? It’s not like I’m enjoying this” he said, sounding mad still “I know you are getting your heat. I am your beta, my every instinct is telling me to back you up against that wall and not leave until I’m done with you”

The boy had the talent to get you angry.

“Oh, so you get close to me just because of instinct, Changgu?” you scoffed, he squinted his eyes, trying to understand what you meant. “You threw our friendship down the garbage, ignored my existence for years, and now you pop a boner because we’re in the same room expecting that I will let you get in my pants just to relieve your tension? You must really think low of me.”

Changgu opened his mouth to answer, but you threw him a look that got him closing it in no time.

“Do me a favor and go back to pretending I don’t exist. I was better off that way.” you ended the talk right there. 

You swallowed the knot on your throat and stomped your way out.

The next morning you faced your first class of the day with a minor hangover, nothing a good cup of coffee wouldn’t fix. But your attentively note-taking had to be sacrificed, given that your mind was on something else entirely. You sneaked your cellphone during the lecture, quickly typing a text “good morning, baby boy~ are u free after lunch?”. You tried to redirect your attention back to the professor, but not even 5 minutes later, your phone vibrated in your lap. There were two messages.

“Morning, sunshine! Wooseok invited me over for a movie marathon he will have with some of his friends.”, “You can come with me and maybe we can find that room down the hall again ;)”

You bit your lip in excitement before texting a quick “it’s a date” with a kiss emoji.

Your focus went to hell. Even on suppressants that you usually take for class, you couldn’t help but feel horny all day long. The images of last night kept coming to you unexpectedly, and the only relief you could get right now was rubbing your thighs together. The clock was ticking slower than usual, you felt like you were going to explode. 

Finally, lunchtime arrived and you headed to the cafeteria for your usual spot, and as soon as you arrived, Wooseok saw you and waved, patting the seat by his side for you to take it.

“Hey! Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye yesterday” you said after sitting with him

“S’alright” he shrugged “so, I heard you and Kino got pretty close, huh? He just texted me saying you are coming for the movie session later.”

“Oh, yeah, that” you giggled “thanks for hooking us up, really, you’re the best” You hugged him sideways 

“You’re crushing me, y/n.” he said with a weak voice, mid-laugh.

“Sorry” you quickly released him, joining the laugh

“What about you and Changgu? Are you two alright? I saw you two talking at some point”

“Oh” you tensed up hearing his name, remember the bad part about yesterday “yeah, no, we’re not good. Don’t worry, though. Nothing out of the usual.”

Wooseok’s expression cast down. You understand his disappointment since the three of you used to hang out together all the time in high school, and honestly, sometimes you too wish those times back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” he hugged you this time, sensing your longines. “But don’t worry, he won’t be home today, he has classes all afternoon”

“Right,” you felt surprised “forgot he lives with you now. Glad to hear I won't stumble onto him today then.”

“Yes, it will be just you and your lover boy” he teased you 

“Shut up!” you bumped shoulders with him. “that’s your fault.”

“Can’t say that I didn’t see it coming” 

“Yeah, you do know how I like my boys” you winked “all sub and…”

“Okaaay, that’s TMI right there, please stop” he covered his ears with his hands, making you laugh out loud

You grabbed his wrist, making him listen to you before you left

“See you later” you smiled brightly.

You found yourself in the doorway of Wooseok’s house, after going to your house to refresh before meeting Kino. You texted him and soon he was opening the door for you. The strawberry smell once more invading your nostrils made you smile widely, his lips mirroring yours.

He didn't say a word before pulling you into a long peck. Oh boy, did he know how to hold you strongly. 

“It’s good to see you.” He grinned, stepping aside for you to come in, reaching his hand for you to take it. “The movie has already started, c’mon”

He guided you to the living room, where you quietly waved at everyone, careful to not disturb them with loud noises, then got yourself comfortable under the blankets on the couch with Kino. He extended his arm around your shoulder and you snuggled closer to him.

The movie was interesting, sure, but after half an hour it wasn’t enough to hold your attention anymore. Especially because Kino’s other hand was currently squeezing teasingly your thigh, going slightly up your skirt each time, all of that combined with occasional kisses he kept planting on the corner of your mouth. Finally, he got up enough that his finger started grazing against your underwear. You took a deep breath, biting your lips to not gasp out loud. Kino smirked at you.

He began to press harder and subtly motion circularly, becoming harder for you to keep quiet.

“I think now it’s the time for us to go find that room again” You whispered to him, teasing a soft kiss.

You quietly got up, holding him by the hand and taking you both back to that corridor, quickly finding that same door and locking you both behind it.

It was quick that he pressed you against the door, kissing you hungrily

“Been thinking about you all day” He said between kisses.

You pulled his shirt off while not breaking contact.

“Me too, baby. Missing those pretty lips” you said, throwing his shirt somewhere on the floor.

“I wanna have them all over you, y/n” he said before kissing you deeper

Still not breaking it, you pushed him until you reached the bed, throwing yourself down so he fell on top of you. You worked your hands on his belt, throwing away carelessly. 

Kino kneeled up and you took the chance to admire his pale toned torso, the small waist of a dancer with his jeans hanging low on his hips. It was something beautiful to admire. He noticed your staring and smirked.

“Like what you see?” he inflated his chest 

“I’ll like it better when I see you buried between my legs” 

“Yes, ma’am” Kino licked his lips before leaning down on you

He gave you a strong kiss, rolling his pelvis against yours, allowing you to have some friction as you felt the bulge grow in his pants. Your nails dug into his back, coping with the heat-powered lust. He then trailed kisses down your body, following the path as he opened the buttons of your blouse one by one. He took his time, teasing you with hot wet kisses. When he got to your skirt, He looked at you and grinned before yanking your skirt off in one swift motion, getting a surprised yelp out of you, followed by giggles of excitement.

Kino buried his face on your still clothed core, taking a long sniff, your pheromones probably driving him insane as his pupil blew wide.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell, y/n”  he almost purred

“What are you waiting for, baby boy? I’m all yours to taste” you quickly replied

That same cocky smirk still splattered across his face, he tore off the weak lacy of your panties like a piece of paper and wasted no time giving your clit a long slow lick, earning a moan from you.

“Hmm, so sweet” He hummed, sending vibrations against your core.

“Fuck, Kino, don’t tease” You tugged his hair, guiding him to flicker his tongue on your pussy.

The harder you tugged, the more he gasped and moaned, and you just loved to hear him being pleasured at your mercy like that. His hands wrapped around your thighs, pressing his fingers hard against your skin that you were sure would leave bruises. 

He licked around your folds steadily, the slurping sounds being such a turn-on for you. When he sucked in your clit you bucked your hips against his mouth. Kino reacted with a long moan, which you took the cue to start rocking your hips and fucking his face.

With the hand on his hair, you control him like you wanted while your hips do the speed working, now his tongue circling your clit, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body. 

“Shit, baby, your mouth feels so good on me,” you said in between pants and he hummed in response “such a good boy eating me out”

Kino then took one of his hands away from your thighs, and slowly teased your entrance with two fingers.

“Oh, fuck, do it, baby boy” is all you had to say before he inserted his fingers in you, getting you growling out of pleasure.

Now every time you rocked your hips you pushed yourself against his fingers and also his tongue flickered on your clit. The double stimulation taking you to the edge quicker than you expect.

“Don’t stop, Kino, I’m gonna cum” you warned and he started moving his hand to meet the movement of your hips, now his fingers hitting your g-spot.

You tugged his hair harder, moving faster while the other hand tugged the sheets. Today, though, there was no loud music to cover for your noises, so you bit your lip hard enough to taste a little blood, limiting yourself to pants and low groans. Kino, however, moaned as he pleased, sending extra vibrations against your core.

You came hard, your juices coating his chin the more you moved against his face but he didn’t stop moving his tongue skillfully.

When you finished riding your orgasm, you pulled him up quickly for a kiss, using your tongue to clean your cum from his face, tasting yourself in him sensually. He hissed slowly. His noises will be the end of you, you concluded.

“You were such a good boy.” You said sitting up, pushing him lightly so he stopped on his knees “I’ll let you fuck my pussy as you please.” You grazed your nails down his torso, reaching for his jeans’ button. 

While he worked his way off his pants, you pulled off your bra, leaving you both fully naked now, kneeling face to face. He took a long look up and down before saying

“Can you turn around for me?” he gently grabbed your hips as you obeyed his wish.

Still kneeling, he aligned your hips and gave his length three long strokes before pulling you down so you slowly sank on him while you spread your knees wider to fit him.

“Ride me, princess” He said boldly, the pet name actually pleasing you.

You began to move your hips up and down, easily done due to your juices from the recent orgasm. One of his hands snaked up your body, grabbing your breast and holding you back against his chest. The other wrapped around your hair, repeating the action of the last time you were together. He cautiously tugged it lightly, asking for permission, which you promptly nodded to it.

“Remember just how I like it, huh, baby?” you praised him and he pulled it harder. “Just like that” you mewled 

He began to move his hips to meet yours, your sensitive core reacting to every inch he got deeper. He squeezed your breast and rolled your nipple between his finger, all of the stimulation taking you to heaven. You two were moving so fast and hard the bed started to move around slightly, but you couldn’t be bothered. If you knew that letting Kino have some control would get him to go this hard, you would have done it sooner.

“You look so good filled with my cock, princess” he praised you this time and promptly sucked a spot on your neck that you were sure it would mark for days. You reached behind your head, grazing lightly your nails against the skin of his neck, running softly your fingers through his hair. 

You used your free hand to work in your already sensitive clit, and Kino pulled your hair a little harder, the pleasure sting bringing you closer to your second high that night.

He fucks up into you viciously, his hips slapping hard against your ass and filling up the quiet room with slapping sounds. Your juices messily covered both of your thighs, making it easier for you to sway your hips on him. Your walls clenched tighter around his dick making him shake against your body, and you just knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

You sped up your hand on your clit, and while your moans got louder and you clenched harder, Kino was brought to his edge, thrusting slower but deeper inside you, filling you with his cum as it was mixed with your own as you reached climax altogether. 

You two laid down, this time you nesting on his chest, catching your breath and calming down from your high.

“I hope we weren’t too loud” You looked up at him and giggle, for which he opened the sweetest smile

He kissed the top of your head before answering,

“Even if we weren’t loud, which I’m pretty sure we were, everyone can feel your heat.”

“Oh… Yeah,” you laughed. “Well, not my fault”

“I don’t think they will complain, they will just find someone to let go of the pent up energy”

“I just hope Wooseok forgive us for ruining his movie party” 

Kino laughed with you, and for a second he looked very precious, not the guy who was growling and panting under you 5 minutes ago. Guess you were growing fonder of having him around.

After cooling down and leaving the room fairly neat after all the mess, you both went back to the living room, where thankfully everyone was watching the movie entertainingly. The only one who side-eyed you was Wooseok, to which he quickly texted you explaining that you shouldn’t worry, he slipped suppressors for everyone so they don’t feel your pheromones.

“Thank you” you mouthed to him from a distance.

The afternoon was quite pleasant. You enjoyed the movie and Kino’s cuddles under the blankets, and later all of you played video games and had tons of fun. In the end, Kino and you stood behind to help Wooseok clean the place around.  You were almost done with the dirty dishes when someone burst into the kitchen

“You better not be trying to cook again, you remember how the last time wen…” 

Changgu was shouting but stopped in his tracks when he saw you “Oh, y/n, you’re here. I thought it was Wooseok.”

You two just stared at each other, both awkwardly quiet. You were not mad at him for yesterday anymore, but still, you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m done with the living room, y/n, do you need any help?” Kino entered the room, so focused on you that only noticed Changgu when you didn’t answer him.

Changgu’s eyes changed color. He was bothered. Of course, he was. 

“I’m ok, here, I’m just finishing these.” You finally answered the younger. “Baby, you can go home, I have to talk to Changgu.”

“Are you sure?” He stared at you intensely, his instinct getting alarmed as he snaked one possessive arm around your waist.

“Yeah, it’s ok, baby, I’ll be fine. I’ll text you later” You said calmly, trying to soothe him back to normal. It was just your duty as an alpha to ease everyone when they felt tense.

“Alright, then I’ll get going” He lingered a peck on your lips.

Such a showoff,  you chuckled to yourself.

He left, walking his way off staring at Changgu and smirking, the latter snarls almost inaudible, but it was impossible for you to miss it. 

You two were left in silence until you heard Kino closing the door behind himself. It was then that Changgu broke the silence.

“Can we talk?.”

[myladyprincessbugaboo]

It’s Going to be Okay

Summary: After Lila's exposed, the class realize how horrible they were to Marinette, and are determined to win her back.

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                                                           -x-

The day had started off relatively normal.

Alya had greeted her bestie with a strawberry lemonade as she took a sip of her coffee.

Their discussion had drifted off onto Ladybug, as it usually did, and Alya couldn't help the next words out of her mouth. "So, you're Ladybug's bestie, right?"

"Yep!" Lila said, eyes shining. "We're like this." She said, crossing two fingers together. "She trusts me so much, she's told me her whole team's identities."

"Right." Alya said, nodding as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "So... Did she tell you why she replaced Rena Rouge and Carapace?" Alya grasped her phone nervously, taking another sip of her coffee, as they sat down at their shared desk.

Lila knew her identity, so obviously she knew why she was asking.

"Oh, yeah." Lila said with a wave of her hand, not noticing Alya's nervousness at her answer. "She said they weren't cut out to be heroes. They didn't have what it takes. She even let me help pick their replacements. Aren't the new heroes so much better?"

Alya gritted her teeth. "Yeah." She hissed out. "So much better."

She drowned out whatever else Lila was saying, only one thought drifting through her head: Lila is a liar.

Everything only went downhill from there.

By the end of the day, everyone knew.

Their classmates, their teachers, the principal, even Lila's mother now knew. She'd been so upset as she dragged Lila out of the building, telling her she was being sent back to Italy to live with her grandparents, they were surprised no akumas had come after either of them.

It had even come out that Adrien had known Lila was lying the entire time, and hadn't said a single thing.

Alya glared at him, ready to call him out on it, but he beat her to it. "Why should I have said anything? None of you believed Marinette, and you've all known her much longer than me. Why would you have believed me?"

Everything he'd said after Marinette's name had fallen upon deaf ears, as a certain realization sunk in and Alya gasped. "Marinette!" She cried. "How could we have been so cruel to her? She was trying to tell us the entire time, and we wrote her feelings off as jealously! She must hate us after all we did!"

Adrien's questions of, "Jealous? Why would she be jealous?" went ignored as the class went about how to best apologize to Marinette.

"Does anyone know what class she's in?" Alya asked.

"Pathetic." Chloe said, not even bothering to look at them as she began typing something on her phone. "You didn't even notice she switched schools. Some friends you turned out to be." She pocketed her phone before heading towards the door. "You know," She said, pausing at the doorway. "what I did to her for all those years was horrible. But she still gave me a second chance, because that's the kind of person she is. She sees the best in everyone. But what you all did to her?" She shook her head. "That's unforgivable." And she walked out.

Adrien looked at all of them. "Mari did so much for all of you. Free pastries from the bakery, free custom made outfits for dances, free banners she designed by hand. And the one time she really asked anything of you, you treat her like garbage, like she didn't even matter." He walked out the door as well.

Alya glared at the doorway that Adrien and Chloe had just walked out of. "We don't need them. I'll just text her."

She pulled out her phone, and tapped on Marinette's contact, typing out a simple text and hitting send. They all watched as three little bubbles appeared and a text popped up.

Who r u?

Come on, Mari. She typed. You know who I am.

Those three little bubbles appeared again.

Who's Mari?

Why are you texting me?

The three little bubbles appeared once more, and Alya held her breath.

I think you have the wrong number.

Alya felt her eyes watering.

They'd treated her so bad, she'd gotten a new phone and didn't tell any of them.

"We could try the bakery." Nino said, placing a hand on Alya's shoulder.

"Y-yeah." She said, wiping her eyes, as se turned off and pocketed her phone. Nino wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, and kissed the top of her head. They led the group to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

They were met with cold looks from her parents.

"We want to see Marinette." Alya said. "We want to apologize."

Tom shook her head. "Marinette's not here right now."

"And even if she was," Sabine cut in, "she doesn't want to see any of you at the moment."

"But-"Alya stopped when she saw the look in Sabine's eyes. She knew better than to push it.

The class left the bakery, heads hung low as sadness overwhelmed them.

"Marinette!" Rose squealed, all of a sudden.

"The class looked over to where Rose was pointing, and sure enough, Marinette was at the park, surrounded by Chloe, Adrien, and a few others they didn't know.

The class shared a look before running over to them. "Marinette!" Alya said, breathing heavily after the jog over. Marinette and her group of friends turned to look at them. "You were right. Lila lied."

"We're sorry, Marinette." Rose said, hanging her head.

Everyone else hung their heads as well, and murmured their agreement.

Marinette blinked. "Okay."

And then she turned back to the blonde boy who was holding her hand, who bared a striking resemblance to Adrien, and started talking as if they weren't even there.

"Marinette?" Alya questioned.

"Yes?" She drawled.

"Don't you forgive us? Can't we be friends again?"

"Alya," Marinette said. "you were supposed to be my best friend, but the second Lila shows up, nothing I say mattered anymore. You chalked it up to petty jealously, when you know I would never do something like that. It was as if my feelings didn't matter anymore. As if I didn't matter anymore. And that hurt. It really hurt. So I removed myself from that toxic environment. I have new friends now, ones who I know would never hurt me like that." She squeezed the blonde's hand. "And an amazing boyfriend who I care very much about. So, I will accept your apology." Hope glimmered in their eyes. "But I can't forgive you." The light dimmed.

Alya frowned, but took a breath to calm herself. "Ok." She said softly. "You're right. What we did to you was horrible, and we need to earn back your trust. Could we do coffee on Saturday?"

Marinette shook her head. "I just... I need more time."

Alya nodded. "Okay. Okay..." Alya turned to the rest of the class. "Let's head to my place." They nodded, waving goodbye to Marinette.

"How're you holding up?" Felix asked, placing a kiss to her forehead.

She took a deep breath. "I'm... okay. Thanks for the warning, Chlo." Marinette said, giving her a smile. Chloe returned it. "But really, I'm going to be okay."

Her friends, her real friends, crowded around her in a big group hug.

She was going to be okay.

[ethvn-torchio]

Walls Could Talk | Chapter Two

a/n: sorry this chapter took so long! writer’s block is a bitch 😩✌

Summary: Steve and Peggy's search brings them to Paris - where they happen to meet up with an old friend.

Warnings: an intense makeout session/implied sexual content (it’s not smut, i haven’t decided if I’m putting actual smut in this fic)

Wordcount: 1.5k (unedited, also I'm sorry it's so short 🙃)

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ᴏᴄᴛ 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟿

ᴏxғᴏʀᴅ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ

Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, bolting upright in bed. Was he still dreaming? Was this...was this real?

He gazes at Peggy - to make sure she was there, that all of this wasn't a mere fantasy, who begins to stir.

So, not a dream then, at least. His heart is racing, his mind buzzing and yet still confused and his breathing erratic. She's speaking to him, saying something, and he isn't quite listening, his heart thundering his ears. Adrenaline surges through his veins.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Peg. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispers. His pulse was still racing.

Lightning illuminates the room for a split second and he can see the sympathy in her eyes.

"It's quite alright, Darling. Will you tell me what's wrong?" She asks, trailing her fingers through his hair.

"I...I don't- I don't remember much," he admits. "It was just...some stuff from the past...or, future..." he could almost laugh at that if he was in a better mood.

She nods sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He drinks in her appearance, nodding slightly. He presses his lips against hers softly.

He kisses her, gently and imploringly at first.

His one hand softly trails down her back, and he notices her sharp intake of breath when his hand ghosts over her lower back.

"This hurt?" he asks.

She nods stiffly. "I do believe I forgot to tell you with everything that happened tonight. I had a bit of a scuffle in the restroom with a Hydra agent. She slammed me against the sink," Peggy explains.

An idea forms in Steve's head; a single minded goal to make her forget.

He would make the only thing on her mind be him.

Wordlessly, he smiles and dips his head towards her neck, brushing his lips against it. His teeth graze against a sensitive spot on her neck and she makes a soft "Oh,"

His hands go to rest against either of her thighs. He pulls back, pupils blown.

“Steve,” she whispers. She lifts her hips in a silent invitation.

He leans down to kiss her, his lips against hers, and she's already breathless. He doesn't want to rush things, but he can't resist her.

Her hand slides down his back, and she lets out a soft moan against his mouth. His hands trail up her shirt, he can feel the goosebumps on her skin. He kisses her neck, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

"God, you're so beautiful. I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," she replies.

He pulls her in for a desperate kiss once again, pulling her close.

—

The rain came and went, and with it sunshine followed.

“Peggy. Peggy, wake up,” is the first thing Peggy is greeted with in the morning.

Peggy groans, rolling over in an effort to ignore him. “No, not now,” she mutters, burying her face in the pillow.

Peggy feels weight on the bed as Steve sits down next to her. She tries in vain to ignore him.

"Oh, c'mon now, Peg. It's a new day, it's time to get up," he says.

“You are far too cheerful considering how early it is,” Peggy complains, shielding her eyes from the light pouring in from the blinds.

“...Peggy, it’s eleven in the morning.”

Peggy groans, glancing at the clock as if to make sure he’s right. “Point withstanding, you’re still too cheerful.”

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Steve teases, narrowly missing a pillow flung haphazardly at him.

“Do shut up, Steve.”

He snickers.

Peggy yawns, stretching her sleep-infused joints. "Where are we going, again?"

"Word is our target's in Paris,” Steve replies. “Or at the very least, someone important is.”

Peggy hums, sitting up. The blanket wrapped around her falls off, revealing her bruised back.

"Jesus, Peg. Have you seen your back? That looks like it hurts," Steve notes.

"Yes, thank you for that insightful observation."

"I just mean- do you want ice or something?"

Peggy shrugs nonchalantly. "It doesn’t quite hurt. I can deal with it, I’ve faced worse."

“To be fair, you are the woman who fell asleep standing up in a trench.”

“Exactly,” Peggy winks. She stands up, beginning to sift through her suitcase. “So tell me, Steve. When’s our train leaving?”

—

ᴘᴀʀɪs, ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

A few hours later, they arrive at their dingy, rundown hotel just outside of Paris. The lobby smells like bleach and old carpet, and a radio plays a somber, mellow jazz tune.

Peggy clears her throat, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge them.

The receptionist does not, however, care to notice.

“Can we have a room, please?” Peggy asks the woman at the front desk.

The woman hardly looks up from her magazine. “Name?”

“Carver,” Peggy answers automatically before Steve can.

The receptionist takes a long, seemingly never ending sip of her tea. Finally, she says. “Take the elevator to the third room, first one on the left. Here’s your key,” the woman says, sounding as disinterested as she possibly can. “Enjoy your stay,” she adds dryly.

Peggy eyes her warily. There was something a bit...off, about that woman.

Perhaps it was just her imagination.

They make their way to the elevator, and Steve finally breaks the silence. “So...is it just me or was there something weird about her? I mean, she could’ve just been a disgruntled employee, but…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

Peggy hums. “No, I happen to agree. Though, perhaps we were just inconveniencing her by making her do her job.”

The smile fades from her face. “Stop,” Peggy whispers. She tilts her head toward the door, which was ajar. She clutches her gun in her purse.

Steve snorts. “Maybe,”

She laughs right along with him, but she pauses abruptly outside their door.

It could be the maid...but they haven’t even gotten into the room once.

Silently, the two stalk toward the door. The smell of smoke escapes from the room when Steve nudges the door open.

Which, in both of their experiences, usually did not happen to be a good thing.

In the chair in the corner, there sat...

Howard Stark.

A collective groan escapes the couple.

“Howard, must you break into our hotel room?” Peggy scolds, turning on the light.

“We thought you were an intruder.” Steve adds.

Howard smirks, taking a long drag of his cigar. “Technically, I am. But don’t you kids worry - I bring a peace offering. By peace offering, I mean I’m inviting you to stay in my Paris apartment instead of this dump,” Howard gestures loosely. “I mean, I don’t think this building even has heat.”

Steve shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be better to stay somewhere inconspicuous?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Peggy agrees, her arms crossed.

Howard sniffs. “Okay, fine, don’t accept my extremely generous offer to let you stay at my apartment. I know when I’m not wanted. Just know I’ll remember that in the summer when you want to come over because I have air conditioning and you don’t.”

Peggy rolls her eyes. “Quit the melodramatics, Howard. We’ll stay with you,”

Steve wraps an arm around her. “Yeah, we- wait, we will?”

“...What? This building doesn’t have heat, and quite frankly I enjoy summer visits to Howard’s house.”

“Attagirl, Peg.” Howard beams. “I’ll meet you two in the lobby,”

—

Later, the trio eats lunch at Howard’s apartment.

"-you are not funny, Howard." Peggy informs him, pointing at him with her fork. "You could've at least feigned innocence."

"Innocent? If you looked up "innocent' in the dictionary, you'd see my picture on it," Howard says defensively.

Peggy snorts at that. "Oh, please, Howard. With your history you could easily father a small country,"

Howard grimaces. "Eugh, kids hate me. Plus, who has time to tend to a baby all the time? I mean sure, kids probably aren't annoying when they're...late teenagers? But for most of their lives, kids just seem so clingy and needy."

Steve picks at his plate absentmindedly, reminded of a conversation he had with Tony.

"Clearly, you must've met a different version of my father. He was cold. He was calculating. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me."

The sound of Peggy’s voice brings him back to reality. "...That's because they're children, Howard. Babies aren't self-sufficient from birth. Do you expect them to come out of the womb ready for rocket science?"

"Well, thank you for absolutely shattering my argument, Agent Carter." Howard mutters, downing his coffee. Deciding to change the subject in order to deflect attention off of himself, he says, "Steve, you still with us?"

Steve snaps to attention. "I, uh, yeah. I was just daydreaming, I guess."

Peggy makes a mental note to ask Steve about that later.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard asks.

Steve shrugs noncommittally, continuing to eat with much less gusto than before. "Just thinking about our mission,”

Peggy eyes him carefully, choosing to say nothing but clearly knowing something was wrong. In due time, she would ask.

In due time hopefully meant whenever Howard left the room.

—

lmao so like i was listening to a bunch of james bond songs bc they’re dramatic and spy-ey right (cough cough tho a song that fits the general tone of the fic would be "the world is not enough" by garbage)?? and then there’s absolutely none of that in this chapter lmao. sorry if this chapter was boring compared to last one but i mean we can’t have constant action in the fic, silly goose. 

also can we talk about how it took me like 8 DAYS TO WRITE THIS and it’s this short i’m sorry ajsjdfkgjjklk 😶✌

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[cattles-bians]

'our exes are dating' damie AU part 2

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em: jamies like, sitting w her head in her hands wearing big stompy boots and flannel going god dani our exes are dating. we’re Stereotypes (danis like well. i will hold my tongue about the outfit but technically their exes are also dating)

obsetress: "what about my outfit?" "nothing baby, you look very cute”

obsetress: ok but dani and jamie finding out rebecca and vi are dating and jamie's immediately calling owen like "mate."

em: i am so thinking of making the bly manor au version of The Chart from the l word

em: owens like who haven’t u dated at this point n jamies like oi (quietly) u know i get nervous around girls

em: owen we can’t ALL be Married to hannah grose

obsetress: jamie can't stand vi most of the time like you said but she definitely had a drunken one night stand with perdita

obsetress: they were both young and lonely and had something to prove

obsetress: ok but imagine vi and rebecca are having some holiday party at their fancy ass apartment and dani and jamie are showing up and perdita is there and viola's like "dani, you remember my sister. jamie, this is–– jamie? perdi? are you okay?”

obsetress: perdita pulling vi aside later and hissing "that's her! that... jamie, that's her" "who?" "that... that girl i told you about, vi, the one who––" "the one who insisted on buying you breakfast but then never called you back?" “yes"

em: jamie......

obsetress: she wants to be so nice and so soft but then…

obsetress: also they stayed over at perdi's and she was sober enough the next morning to realize what a trust fund baby flat looks like

em: jamie viola acquaintances to enemies to. nope still enemies

jamie: dunno what the fuss was about. not like i stole anything

dani: sorry what

dani: why would you even think... did you?

jamie: what? don’t be ridiculous.

jamie: i cut that shit out years ago

obsetress: in vi and rebecca's lavishly furnished guest bedroom later that night…

dani, whispering: we could, you know

jamie, half asleep next to her: wot

dani: steal something. they wouldn't miss it

jamie: dani, we can't just––

dani: that print over there is nice though, isn't it?

dani: would look nicer at ours

em: the most illegal thing dani has done is smoke a joint so she’s READY

obsetress: she is ITCHING obsetress: anyway they absolutely take it and the next time vi and rebecca come to theirs for "a quaint, country weekend" viola doesn't even notice, but rebecca squints at it for a minute

em: sjhfjsh,afasf

obsetress: be gay, do crime -dani clayton, probably

obsetress: new crack headcanon: dani always trying to rope jamie into doing benign little gay crimes with her

obsetress: smoking a joint, stealing vi and rebecca's print, stealing owen's veggies

em: jamies like babe u know i’ve. been to prison right. i don’t really want to- and danis like no i only mean SMALL crimes

em: Funny Crimes

em: jamies like oh well actually i love fucking with viola i’m in

obsetress: the only thing that could convince jamie

obsetress: jamie's like "what if we replace viola's green tea with that silly detox green tea" and dani is just like

obsetress: "i see you trying and i love you so much for that"

em: i am wheezing at ‘what if we gave viola laxatives’

dani: she has a delicate constitution she’d know Immediately

jamie: (eating some suspiciously old leftovers) rich people are fucked

em: jamie: i’m gonna rearrange her books

obsetress: dani visibly cringes

obsetress: ”don't tell me that's gonna bother you too" "i–– nO"

em: full on greenhouse scene pphht. no?!

obsetress: flashback to: dani and viola rearranging her library for fun on a rainy day

em: jamie: i’m gonna buy cleanskin wine and put expensive labels on it

dani: now THATS funny

obsetress: full on jamie taylor bootlegging operation

[later edit: cleanskin wine is an Australian/New Zealand term for cheap unlabelled wine.]

obsetress: jamie: look, dani, you went from bootlicker to bootlegger

dani: hey!

em: relabelling garbage wine for fun and profit

em: viola does that wine sniffing thing and she’s like mm. do i detect some notes of willow. a lovely cultivar and damie are trying. so hard not to lose it

obsetress: rebecca side eying the two of them

obsetress: what is friendship if not just exes fucking with each other

em: so true bestie

obsetress: omg final thought before i ptfo on the book rearranging

obsetress: when they were together dani def suggested to vi that she organize her shelves by color and viola just stared at her in horror

obsetress: ”i know americans are illiterate dani, but really?" "and i know the british are notorious snobs, but seriously?"

obsetress: (it is not as toxic as it sounds. they're mostly just snarking at each other and end up kissing against a bookcase like half a minute later)

obsetress: and just. imagine how happy viola is when rebecca moves in with her massive collection of russian poetry volumes and automatically just starts slotting them in in alphabetical order by author's last name

obsetress: vs. at dani and jamie's where jamie just leaves books where she leaves them and lets dani take care of the rest

em: at mike don’t worry we will meaningfully flesh out ur side characters

audacity: anyway I'm slipping away from work for 1 minute to say leftist jamie and liberal vi still lives in my head rent fucking free thanks to y'all because it's literally—

audacity: i am kindly asking it to stay In My Head

em: ‘liberal vs leftist ding ding ding round one fight’ has been RUNNING around my head

em: viola saying landlords provide a valuable service wrt housing and resources and dani has to HOLD jamie back

audacity: vi: capitalism is an important aspect of our society since it provides much-needed inspiration for the working class—

obsetress: five times jamie and viola got into a fight at their standing damvibecca biweekly dinner and one time they didn’t

---[bonus:]---

em: i wanna believe jamie and viola realise they both have an incredibly niche interest in common, and jamie HATES this (violas like oh ho ho i have charmed this jamie taylor, she absolutely has not) but i can’t figure out what the fuck the interest would be

em: maybe maybe some intersection of storytelling and folklore and ghost stories but i cannot figure it out

obsetress: jamie hates it but suddenly she’s been talking to viola about rural hauntings in northern england and viola’s been talking to her about rural hauntings in southern england and two hours have gone by

em: dani: it’s nice to see you guys get along :)

jamie: ……… >:/

[kindajared]

La Famiglia || Choose Your Own Adventure

(HERE IT IS GUYS!) 4k words!

Fuck. Your head throbbed. Your eyes were still closed as you pressed your fingers to your forehead. It must have been bruised. Maybe you hit your head? You opened your eyes, blinking to get used to the lighting of the world you. Your vision was blurry. You rubbed your eyes. What you saw was not familiar.

You were in an alley. In the shadow of two buildings. It was daylight out, the sun shone brightly in the sky. It smelled weird, there were a few garbage cans around you. That explained it.

You were sat down on the pavement, leaned up against a brick wall. You rested your hand back on it, feeling its texture. Where were you? You had yet to ask yourself.

You stood yourself up, dizzy. You groaned. Your head hurt like a bitch. You used the wall for support. You had to rest a moment before you pushed yourself off the wall, stepping into the middle of the alleyway. You let out a long breath as you struggled to walk out into the light. You blocked the sun with your palm. What you saw before you was most definitely a place you hadn’t been before. The people seemed different too. You took a moment to take everything in. You then realized they were speaking Italian. Heh? Why are they speaking Italian?

You stepped out onto the sidewalk and were immediately bumped into.

“Watch it, idiota.”

“Scusi!”

Wait…Scusi? Was that Italian? You meant to apologize in English, but instead that was what came out. Soon enough, the words that people were saying were clear to you. You understood every word. There were so many things you were questioning at this point. It was wearing you out.

You grabbed your forearm where the man bumped you. It was sore. The only thing you could do was continue to walk around. Cars passed you by as you walked, you were looking at your feet, not the best idea. You ended up running into someone else. You looked up just in time to head face first into their chest.

“Oof!”

You began to stumble backwards, but strong hands took hold of your biceps. You had to catch your breath as they steadied you. You looked up at his face. His intense blue eyes caught your full attention. You were speechless. He observed you.

“Are you alright?” He asked you. It took you a few moments to reply, you were somewhat hypnotized.

“No, not really.” You were staring at him. It didn’t seem to make him uncomfortable. His black hair shone nicely in the sunlight. His bob-like haircut suited him. You had never seen someone who wasn’t a woman pull it off. He had orange clips on either side of his head above his bangs. You noticed his look of concern then.

“What happened to you?” He asked. He still held your arms. You swallowed.

“I don’t know. I-I have no idea what’s going on.” You began to lose yourself in your uncertainty, you began to hyperventilate. The man gently squeezed your arms.

“Amica, come with me. I can help.” His words caught you off guard, you had been looking away, but you looked back at him. You had an odd feeling that you could trust him. You nodded.

“O-Okay.” He let go of one of your arms but kept ahold of the other one. You could tell he was going to protect you.

He led you a simple Italian restaurant. He took you to a small booth. He sat you down on one side. He sat across from you.

“Tell me your name.”

Was the first thing he said to you at the table. You shyly replied.

“I’m (Y/N).” You felt as though you should give him more information, but you honestly couldn’t remember a single thing about yourself. You knew who you were…but many things seemed to have just left your mind. Where you were from, who you family was. This was getting even scarier. The man could tell you were having a hard time.

“I’m glad to meet you, (Y/N). I am Bruno Bucciarati.” He put his hand to his chest and nodded to you. Putting a name to the face was incredibly helpful. You managed a small smile. A waiter then approached the table.

“Buonjiorno, Amici. What would you like?” He held a pen and notepad in front of him. You shook your head, but Bruno spoke.

“You can have whatever you’d like.” He assured you with a kind smile. You hadn’t even touched the menu, but you were familiar enough with Italian food.

“C-Can I get Spaghetti Bolognese, please?” You asked nervously. The server wrote it down.

“And you, Amico?” He asked Bruno. He just waved his hand and shook his head. The waiter walked away. You looked at the other in confusion.

“I’m not hungry, don’t worry.” His smile remained. It was extremely comforting. You let out a gentle huff.

“Thank you for this. I’m really hungry.” You admitted, reaching for the napkin in front of you. You began to fold it, distracting yourself momentarily before Bruno spoke.

“Do you have anything else to tell me? I don’t see many people wandering around Naples looking like you do.” He asked you, genuinely curious. He seemed to actually be worried about you. You replied.

“I-I don’t know. I woke up in an alley, I-.” You reached for your forehead and touched it, hissing.

“I-I had this, but I don’t remember what happened. I don’t even have the slightest clue.” You reached for the napkin again. Bruno didn’t speak. He wanted you to continue, so you did.

“I suppose I have a concussion. All I know is my name…my age…” You stopped for a moment, trying to think of anything else, but you were at a loss. Bruno took notice.

“If you let me help you, I will try to do so.” He told you. His words calmed you. You might end up being okay after all. Then came your food.

“Here you go, Amica, enjoy. I will bring you some water.” He left once more. You looked at the plate in front of you, taking a deep breath in. How wonderful. It looked delectable; all you did was stare at it for a moment. The man across from you chuckled before saying something.

“Are you going to eat? It is food, after all.” He snapped you out of your trance and you picked up your fork and spoon, spinning a few noodles together before you brought them up to you mouth, taking a bite. You smiled as you chewed. And damn good. It was authentic after all. You went in for another bite. It was a little too big.

“Mmm!” You struggled to chew, and Bruno couldn’t help but start laughing at you.

“Slow down, Amica. You’ll choke.” He reminded you as if you were a child. You certainly felt like one in this moment. You did as he said and swallowed with a gasp. You cleared your throat. You became red in the face. How could you be such a slob in front of someone who was being so kind to you?

You set your fork down, deciding to take a break. Your waiter came back with the water.

“Oh, Grazie. You and Bruno spoke at the same time. You smiled at each other. The waiter died the same and left the two of you. You immediately took a few gulps. You felt so dehydrated. You only hoped this, and the food would help your pounding head. You swallowed before speaking. You had another question.

“U-Uh, am I, am I in Italy? You mentioned Naples…” You asked nervously. You assumed the answer was yes. You were so far from home. You felt so alone.

“Si. We are in Naples.” He replied. He was completely aware that your lack of knowledge in this situation was scaring you.

“O-Oh…” You replied. He had to ask something else though.

“Though I must say, your Italian is near perfect.” One of his brows was lifted. It seemed very strange. He rested his elbows on the table. You decided to pick up your fork and begin eating again.

“Honestly…I haven’t the slightest clue as to how I’m speaking it…I’ve never learned.” You took bite after bite after speaking, but you had slowed down. The other squinted his eyes. How peculiar this was.

“Strange.” Was all he replied with as he watched you eat and drink.

“You’re telling me…” You replied between bites. Soon enough you were finished, clearing your plate. You set your fork down and picked up your napkin, wiping your mouth.

“Do I-have anything on my face?” You had to ask. You didn’t want to walk around with red sauce as lipstick.

“No, you’ve got it all.” He thought your question was rather cute. In fact, he thought you were cute. A smile remained on his face as he thought about that. You spoke again.

“For the food…grazie mille…” You almost felt guilty for letting him pay for your food. You were a stranger. Sure, you were in distress, but still. This had must have been the reason you trusted him you supposed.

“No need. You need to eat.” He told you. He got up from his seat and held out his hand for you to take.

“I’m going to find a safe place for you.” You hesitated to take his hand, looking up at him.

“With you?” You asked. You had hoped he would say yes.

“No. I’m afraid not.” His smile was no longer present. Neither was yours. You took his hand.

“Oh, well…I’d like to stay with you. You’ve done so much for me. You’re the only person I have.” You explained to him. He let go of your hand as you left the restaurant. Your mood wasn’t in tip-top shape.

“I promise you that you are better off elsewhere.” He glanced at you as he led you down the sidewalk. He was taking you somewhere. You had no idea where. You stayed close to him.

“May I ask why that is-.” He cut you off.

“No.” Was all he replied with. You looked down, regretting questioning his answer.

“Midispiace molto, Amica.”. He was the guilty one. He didn’t mean to speak to you in that manner. You looked back at him.

“It’s Ok-,”

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain against your upper back, you’d never felt such pain before. You felt your muscles break open. Your bones felt as if they had shattered. You took in a very deep and sharp breath, crying out. You began to keel over, but Bruno caught you.

“(Y/N)?” He held your shoulders. You couldn’t speak. The searing pain left you unable. Your eyes were wide when you looked at him. You needed help. You needed this pain to leave. Your head fell back. You lost consciousness.

Bruno panicked as he held you. If he had a plan, this certainly wasn’t a part of it. Merda. What was he to do? When people began to stare, he picked you up bridal style. This was certainly not normal. There was something going on here. Something going on with you. He had to figure it out. And there was only one place where he could do that.

-

You woke up on a couch in an unfamiliar setting. Your eyes fluttered open, you looked over to see six men, one of them was them was the man that helped you. You managed to sit up. Your back was sore, but the pain seemed to have subsided…you couldn’t even begin to guess how that was. You had felt like you had broken your back. Like someone…shot you with an arrow…You cleared your throat. It was dry. The men all looked at you.

“Oh! (Y/N).” Bruno hurried over to you and knelt. His familiar voice and face calmed you. He put a hand on your shoulder.

“How are you? Are you in pain?” He asked you hurriedly. You shook your head. You honestly began to feel fine. You were a little hunched over though. You looked past Bruno at the other men. They all stared at you. Bruno spoke to you.

“Men, this is (Y/N).” He told them. They didn’t say anything back. Two of them were eating donuts. Bruno scoffed.

“Are you going to be mature and say hello, S idioti?” He scolded them. They all stiffened and one by one said hello.

“Hey.” Said one of the men eating a donut. He wore an outfit like something you’d never seen before. He wore a cropped blue and red sweater with striped red pants accompanied by some sort of head gear of the same two colors, an arrow design went down the middle. There were white crises cross patterns on his sweater. His boots were tall and white. He looked to be in his late teens. He was bullt slim but was muscular. You could tell he was a personality. He wasn’t bad looking in the slightest. His dark eyes complimented his tan skin tone.

“Hey there!” This one smiled brightly at you. It was refreshing. He wore black pants and a black top with straps that went up to his collar. He fashioned what seemed to be an orange skirt of some sort. His hair was dark and messy, an orange bandana accompanied it. He must have been a bit younger than the first. Slim as well, sort of lanky, but he definitely did some working out. It was odd to see someone that young with a body like that. He was adorable. His purple eyes seemed to sparkle. He sported a light tan.

These men were already getting extremely hard to describe. You simply couldn’t imagine what their personalities must be like.

“Hey.” This one seemed uninterested. He didn’t even look at you. He had light grey to white long hair, some sort of purple head piece on the top of his head. His outfit was impressive and unique. He wore a long dark, lapel less overcoat. He had purple laces that crossed his chest. Wow. Sexy. Dark bell-bottoms matched his coat. Black shoes. The buckle of his belt has an insignia of an A. He wore purple lipstick. Oh, brave. It looked good on him. He was visible taller than the others, a slim built, but definitely a little bigger. You had yet to get a look at his eyes. This one was pale.

“Mm.” Was all this one’s greeting was. He also didn’t seem to be interested, but he did flash a small smile. He wore a two-piece suit that looked like it had definitely been through a lot. The only button that was clasped was his top one. He was bare underneath. He sported a blue tie that was tucked underneath the first button, it had a few strawberries down the middle. Another cute one if you had anything to say about it. His eyes were a beautiful purpura similar to Narancia’s He had a light skin tone.

“Buongiorno.” He smiled. The last man was the most flamboyant. He had golden blond hair that was pulled back into a braid that looped at the bottom. He had three distinct large looped curs that sat atop his forehead. He wore a two-piece pink suit with varied small designs on it. The back end of his suit had a checkered pattern on it. There was a large heart shaped opening in the chest of what he wore. He had three lady bug broaches around the border of it. Young as well. Moderate stature, Cute of course. Amazing turquoise eyes. Also, light skinned.

Bruno’s attire was also elaborate. You supposed you hadn’t actually paid too much attention beforehand. He wore a white two-piece suit with spoon shaped black emblems all over it. Golden zippers adorned his shoulders and biceps. He also had an opening in the chest area, larger than Giorno’s it was clear to see that he had an intricate black tattoo underneath that started at his chest. You couldn’t place the pattern. He had soft light skin as well, matching his blue eyes like a dream.

Jesus. Talk about putting on a fashion show without a runway. You just wished you had a sense like that. Impressive attire…Bruno breathed in and out, irritated.

“Maybe you want to tell her your names as well…?” He told them, shaking his head in disappointment. He was definitely the parent here. They all told you their names then, introducing themselves in different manners.

Guido Mista.

Narancia Ghirga,

Pannacotta Fugo,

Leone Abbachio.

Giorno Giovana.

And of course Bruno Bucciarati.

Now that that was over with you could relax a little more. Knowing their names was comforting. Knowing that they were Bruno’s friends made it all the better.

“So, these are your friends?” You asked, of course knowing that that was the case.

Bruno looked back at you. Soon Fugo spoke up.

“Does she even know, Bucciarati?” He asked. Of course, you knew not of what he was referring to. You lifted your brows, looking to Bruno. Know what?

“Know what?” You asked, voice unsure. Bruno sighed and looked to you. He had to tell you.

“We are Passione. Part of the Italian Mafia.” He did not admit this lightly. You were silent. The mafia? This wasn’t…you thought Bruno was different. Not some criminal. Your lips parted as you wanted to say something but couldn’t think of anything.

“(Y/N), Listen-.’ He wanted to explain but you stood up.

“I think I should go now. I-I can take care of myself.” You began to walk towards the door, but you turned around to look at Bruno one more time. That’s when you saw it. You saw it in the corner.

It was terrifying. Your eyes widened. No…what the hell was that? You couldn’t quite describe it. It was humanoid and looked…like metal or iron…coated in rust. Chains wrapped around it as if it were mummified, some hung off of it. Its eyes were black. It had no mouth.

You screamed bloody murder, falling back and onto the carpet. The others looked at you. What the hell?

“(Y/N)?” Bruno was scared for you at this point. You pointed to the corner of the room.

“Th-That thing!”

You began to shake. When they saw it, their mouths fell open. They knew exactly what they were looking at.

It was your stand.

They all looked at each other, nearly as shocked as you. Giorno spoke.

Bucciarati you said she-.” He was interrupted.

“I know what this is…” He let out a long breath. Bruno stood so that he could walk over to you, kneeling.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). It’s alright.” He reassured you. His voice did in fact calm you, despite what you had just found out about him. You swallowed.

“W-What the fuck is that?” You nearly yelled. You began to breath heavily.

“It’s a stand.” Giorno spoke. You looked at him.

“A what now?” You asked, Shaking.

“A manifestation of your soul.” He was going to explain, but he knew you wouldn’t listen until you calmed down. He looked at the others.

“Should we show her?” They all had looks of uncertainty on their faces. Narancia spoke.

“Me first.” He stepped forward before calling out.

“Aerosmith!”

And out of the blue you saw a miniature fighter plane floating next him. It glowed. You brought your hands up to rub your eyes. You were speechless at this point. Then Mista stepped forward, pulling out a pistol.

“Go, Sex Pistols!”

And then you saw 6 little creatures appear on top of his gun. They looked like some sort of projectiles. They began to speak in high pitched voices.

“Yeehaw! Who’s that?” You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. This was a dream! It was to weird! No way in hell! When you opened them back up, everything was as it was before you closed your eyes. This was no dream. Fugo was to go next, but he shook his head.

“I shouldn’t. My stand isn’t safe to be around. You are all aware of that.”

He was serious. Everyone nodded, so you did too, a bit disappointed. Abbachio stepped forward closing the silence after Fugo spoke

“Moody Blues!”

His stand appeared, humanoid as well. It was a tall slick lavender-purple figure that was sort of holographic. It had what looked like a countdown timer on its head. You blinked quickly. Then it was Giorno’s turn.

“Gold experience!”

And what you saw was indeed gold and definitely an experience. This one was humanoids like the others, slim, gold as it’s name describes. It had some sort of what looked like a crown for a head piece. Then it was Bruno’s turn.

“Sticky Fingers!”

And his stand appeared. It was white and blue with silver spikes on it’s face and 3 golden zippers across its body.

You were frozen. You had no idea what to think. How to feel. You looked down at the carpet. Your chest rose and fell heavily. It hurt like hell.

“(Y/N).” Bruno spoke your name, but you wouldn’t look. You soon felt a hand on the side of your face. Bruno gently turned your face towards him.

“I know it’s scary, Cara, but you need to accept it. Everything will be okay.” You bit your lower lip. There was no use in feeling the way you were. Acting in this manner. If this was how it was going to be, you had to suck it up. Though you did feel your eyes begin to sting a bit. You felt tears were coming, but you blinked them away. You refused to cry. You would be strong.

“So-So what now?” You looked at Bruno before looking at your stand. It was still terrifying to look at. It looked almost like a movie monster. Why did it have to look like that…and not cool like moody blues? Totally unfair…

Not to mention…a manifestation of your soul? Is that what your should looked like? That was unfortunate. You managed to start composing yourself. Bruno stood and held out his hand. You took it without hesitation.

“These things have names, yes?” You asked, looking to the others. Mista spoke.

“Yup, whatever you wanna name it. Go for it. Make sure it’s something cool though. Like mine.”

His little bullets cheered.

“Yeah, Like us!”

You laughed at the both of their enthusiasm and put a finger to you chin. Chains…Sex Pistols…Chains…You knew exactly what you wanted your stands name to be.

“I got it.”

The other’s looked at you in anticipation. Narancia spoke excitedly.

“Spit it out, Amica!” He wanted to know. You put your hands on your hips. You were in fact declaring something,

“Alice in Chains.”

Mista and Narancia high fived each other. You couldn’t help but notice the others smile.

“A good choice.”

You were incredibly surprised to hear from Abbachio.

“I like it.” 

Fugo spoke next.

“Perfecto,”

Giorno joined in. It was time for Bruno’s reply.

“You seem to be a natural.” 

His smile was wide. He was proud of you.

“Now…” He walked in front of the others so they could all get a good like at him. He stood before everyone.

“You’re going to need some help with your new ability.” He told you.

“I encourage you to choose a partner.”

The others looked surprised at first, but then became intrigued,

“Me me!” Narancia raised his hand. He was totally up for it.

“Forget him, me and pistols got your back.” Mista was sure of himself.

“I’ve got the most experience.” Abbachio spoke, which you didn’t expect. He shrugged, a coy smile on his face.

“I’ll teach you, but I can’t guarantee you’ll see my stand.” He told you matter-factly. You couldn’t deny his small smile. This all seemed to be a competition now.

“I think it’s arguable that I have the most powerful stand, Amica.” Giorno’s arms were crossed and eyes were closed as he spoke. He knew him and his stand were the perfect team. He looked to you, the corner of his upper lip was curled up into a smile.

“And if it suits you. Feel free to choose me.” Bruno had a hand on his hip.

It was going to be hard, but you had to choose.

Who would you pick?

(Welcome, Welcome to my ‘Choose your own adventure’! Over time new chapters will come out based on the choices you make. I will start by publishing the most popular choices! The story can go in different directions! Comment.reply or send an ask on your thoughts!)