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redstarwriting · 11 months

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the clash | iv. london calling

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, smoking weed, alcohol, mentions of a gwen canon event, mentions of death, lil angst

a/n: nother long one! i can’t wait to make it crazy angsty bc when i tell u i have THOUGHTS 👀 thank you to everyone who’s reading, i’m trying to update it every day, so hopefully i can stick with that schedule! enjoy this chapter, friends :)

now reading: iv. london calling

previous chapter: iii. black planet

next chapter: v. ever fallen in love

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He fixes his watch to open a portal to his world. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr basically run to get to it. He motions for you to go ahead, and you walk through. Immediately when you step into his room, you’re hit with the smell of weed and incense. You’d be lying if you said you hated it. You glance around. You see drums, another electric and acoustic guitar, empty spray paint cans, spray paint on the walls, stacks of newspapers (all defaced in some way)… it feels very Hobie to say the least. “Now this. This is a livin’ area,” he says, appearing behind you. You shake your head. “So loud, both figuratively and literally. How do you ever get anything done?”

“By being louder than everyone else, obviously,” he responds, and you roll your eyes. “What a way to live,” you remark. “Better than that quiet, dark, and gloomy, way,” he retorts, and you shrug. “If you say so.”

“Hey, Hobie, do you still have the roof all decorated?” Gwen asks and he nods. “Course I do. I own the place, head on up,” he jerks his head upwards, and Gwen turns to Miles and Pavitr with a smirk. “Race ya!”

“Hey no fair! You have been here so many times!” Pavitr yells as Gwen takes off. “Come on, Miles!” you hear her yell. Miles smiles gently and shakes his head before going after the two of them. “He’s so obsessed with her it’s making me sick,” you mumble, and Hobie snorts. “What? Miles and Gwen’s relationship too much for you? You hate love?”

“Love has never done anything but cause me pain. And not the good kind,” you glance at him with a frown, and he raises his eyebrow. Suddenly his eyes get wide. “Oh shit… you had a Gwen canon event.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you respond, and he frowns. “You know, actually talkin’ about that kinda shit is a good way to not sit on it and let it build. You could face some serious problems if you keep doin’ that.”

“Who said I gave a fuck what you think? I didn’t ask for the unneeded advice, alright?” you say, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Oh, right. Forgot I was dealing with a bloody doughnut,” he mumbles and point to the window. “Care to go to the roof and get out of my sight?”

“Sound like the best thing you’ve said since I got here,” you say, leaping out of his window and climbing up the side of the building. While clinging to the wall, you glance out at Hobie’s world. His city looks almost exactly like Night of Yore City, except for the fact that there are a shit ton of fires burning, over half of the buildings look abandoned, the sky is a reddish-orangish hue, and it is so much louder. The name is also vastly different, as his version of NYC is New London. Universal differences get weird and confusing. Nonetheless, you’re intrigued, you turn around, putting your back against the wall and supporting yourself with your hands and feet. The graffitied buildings are a nice touch, you must admit. You snort to yourself when you see a mural of Hobie. If only they knew the asshole behind the mask.

“Now why the hell aren’t you up there with everyone else?” you hear his voice pull you out of your thoughts as he crawls up next to you. You shrug. “I’m a sucker for views, I guess.”

“Well, believe it or not, view is a lot better from the top of the buildin’,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Can I please just be secluded and observe in peace?”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Come on,” he says, starting to walk up the wall. You sigh and lazily roll backwards and up the wall to come to standing and follow him up. When you get to the top of the roof, you see a boombox (blaring punk music, of course) and blankets surrounding a barrel with a fire going in it. Multiple coolers decorate the roof which all look stockpiled full of different beers. “Hey, Hobie, you know that they’re all kids, right?”

“New universe, new rules, love. Drinking age is 16 and up ‘round here, not that I’d give a fuck if it wasn’t anyway. So, sit down, shut up, and drink a damn beer. Maybe you’ll loosen up,” he says, tossing you a random bottle. You roll your eyes and sit down but put the beer to the side.

“Hey, Hobie, do you have any of that–” Miles gets cut off by Hobie tossing him another bottle. “Nice. Thanks, dude,” he says excitedly, cracking the top and taking a drink. Gwen gets her beer of choice, and Pavitr does the same. Hobie, you notice, doesn’t drink anything. “So, what were you guys talking about?” Gwen asks, pointing between the two of you with her bottle. “What?” you ask, and she shrugs. “You guys were alone in Hobie’s for a while and no one died, soooo did you guys finally talk about something you could agree on?”

“We can’t agree on nothin’, Gwen. They were just bein’ their usual self and annoyin’ the shit out of me at any chance they could get,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “Good to know it worked, mate”

“Stop imitatin’ me, poser.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I’ll make you.”

“Try me, Hobart.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that. What were you guys talking about?” Miles asks, and you and Hobie look at each other. “Just asked where the bathroom was,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah. That’s it.”

You weren’t necessarily ready to reveal you faced the Gwen canon event. Especially not to another Gwen. At least Hobie isn’t enough of a dick to bring it up in front of them. “Oh, yeah, you did change into your everyday clothes. Don’t know how I didn’t notice that,” Gwen states, taking another swig of her beer. You had changed in your apartment after cleaning your wound, but you don’t say anything. Hobie nods at you, and you nod back.

“Why aren’t you drinking anything (Y/n)? Here, try this it’s so good,” Pavitr pushes his bottle toward you, and you shake your head. “I don’t want to drink, but thanks Pavitr,” you say, and he frowns. “Awww.” You smile slightly at how disappointed he sounds. “Well, I want to remember everything you all tell me without it being fuzzy because I was hoping you could let me know a little bit more about all the spider people in Spider Society. I’m still new, you four, Peter B. Parker, and Miguel are the only ones I’ve really met.”

With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr start telling you everything they know. You learn about Jessica Drew, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and so many more. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr talk for hours, and since they’re kids, they do not know when to stop drinking. Eventually, the three of them are passed out. Miles is cradling Gwen’s side with his head on her chest as she wraps one of her arms around him, and Pavitr is laying straight on his back, lightly snoring. You giggle softly at the sight. Suddenly the punk music you’ve been listening to for the past however many hours gets softer. You glance over to where it is and see Hobie bent over and turning it down. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em,” he mumbles, walking over to you. The volume of the city has decreased quite a bit, and with the low hum of music coming from the boombox now, his world is actually kind of enjoyable. Though you’d never tell him that. He motions to the skyline, and you turn and look. He was right, as much as you hate to admit it. The view is a lot better from up here.

“Why didn’t you drink anythin’?” he asks, and you shrug. “Didn’t feel like it. Why didn’t you drink anything?” He shrugs and pulls out a rolled cigarette from his vest pocket. “Got somethin’ better.”

“And you didn’t offer any to them?”

“Hey, they can drink here, they don’t need to mess with this shit. ‘Sides I knew they’d be pissed. Gonna have a god-awful hangover tomorrow,” he says, pulling out a lighter. You shake your head. “They can’t mess with your shit, but I can?”

“The two of us are the same age. We’re ‘adults’ or whatever the fuck that means. Are you too stuck up to be ‘round some grass or somethin’?”

“No, Hobie, I don’t give a fuck if you smoke weed. Building manager might, though.”

“Love, I am the building manager. This place is abandoned, so it belongs to me. And you’re not tellin’ me I’m supposed to smoke this myself?” he asks with a sly smirk on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Actually I am.” He groans, putting the joint to his lips and lighting the end of it.

“Do you know how to have any fun?”

“Do you know how to have any–” Before you can finish, he puts his finger over your mouth, and raises the joint to his lips again. He takes a deep breath in, blowing out the excess smoke and glancing at you. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Don’t care. The answer is no.”

“Have you ever actually tried listening to anything anyone says?” “Nah. I don’t listen to no one. I’m me, and if people don’t like that, good,” he says, taking another drag. He glances over at you and holds the joint out. “Y’sure you don’t want some?”

“You actually want to share with me?”

“I want you to not be as much as a ragin’ fuckwit, so yes,” he blows smoke in your face, and you glare at him. “If I take one hit, will you shut the fuck up about it?”

“Probably not, but it would sure make me happier.” You roll your eyes, and take the joint from him, taking a drag. He watches you. He’d never admit it, but he wishes you weren’t such an asshole. The way you look doing that in the moonlight? Stunning. You pass the joint back to him, some of the smoke coming out of your nose. “Stop staring at me.”

“Just makin’ sure you did it right and didn’t waste my shit,” he says, taking another drag. “I know how to hit a joint, Hobie.”

“Really? Never would have guessed you’d do anything remotely excitin’.”

“Oh, please. You barely know me,” you say, angrier than you probably should be. “Then tell me about yourself, love.”

“Hard pass,” you say, and he groans. “I get the desire to stay anonymous and mysterious, obviously, but come on. Chances are we’re gonna be seein’ each other more than either of us wants to, so just open up a bit,” he says, and you frown. “There’s nothing you need to know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me something about you.”

“I killed Norman Osborn with my guitar after defeatin’ him and all of his V.E.N.O.M. forces and successfully led a rebellion against fascism,” he says smugly, “Until those other fuckin’ Nazis showed up, but one day I promise you this world? Will be capitalist and fascist free.”

“No, it won��t. Am I supposed to be impressed?” you ask with a deadpan face. He scoffs. “Damn, you’re a wanker. I’d like to see you try and defeat the V.E.N.O.M. forces. From what I seen your world’s villains are rubbish,” he says and to his surprise, and yours, you laugh. A hint of a smile plays on his features, but you shake your head. “Green Goblin is, you’re right, but... there are others who are much worse. And what the fuck is a venom force? You’re saying that like I should just know what it is.”

“It was a symbiote that– wait, you sayin’ you don’t know what venom is? That’s something every spider-person deals with at some point,” he says, and you shrug. “Guess I haven’t dealt with it yet.”

“Yeah, well, when you do, call me cause you’ll need my help,” he says and you roll your eyes. “I’d rather die than get help from you.”

“I helped you today, love.”

“I could have done that myself,” you retort, and he shakes his head, taking another drag. “I guess I should thank you though.”

“Hmm?”

“For not telling them what we were really talking about,” you say, and he hums. “What they won’t know won’t kill ‘em. But just so you know I was being so serious. Not talkin’ about that shit is more harmful than good,” he says, and you frown. “I’m not much of a talker.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up,” you groan, and he laughs. He loves pissing you off, might be his favorite thing to do now. But the conversation might actually need to get serious. He may hate you, but he’s Spider-Punk for the people, and you’re apart of that people. He’s there to help, so he may as well try with you.

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why not? Why won’t you talk about it?” he asks, and you huff. “Because it was my fault, and I don’t want to think about it.”

“Nah, I bet it wasn’t your fault,” he mumbles, taking another drag. You glare at him. “Oh, right, I forgot you were there when their neck snapped after I tried to save them,” you spit, and he glances at you. You can feel that hit starting to affect you, that’s the only reason you said anything about… the incident. Of course, Hobie has good shit, why wouldn’t he. “What were you trying to save them from?” he asks, his voice oddly calm. “The Prowler,” you reply, “He’s the worst of the worst in my universe.” He hums and nods. “Well then, reckon it’s the Prowler’s fault then, innit?”

“What? But I’m the one who couldn’t get to them in time after he–”

“He did it, (Y/n). You did your best, but it ain’t your fault what happened there. That’s what they want you to think. Try and get that through your thick skull, would you?” he says, and you scoff, “They?”

He nods, and you go quiet. He glances over at you as you just sit and stare out at the city. “Stop doin’ ‘at.”

“Doing what?”

“Blamin’ yourself,” he says, taking another long drag. You sigh. “I can’t help it,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “You can. Just takes time,” he responds. You scoff, “You’d think three years would be enough time.” You look out at his city. It’s so different from yours, but you can still see the beauty in it. And you can see the stars. None of the constellations of your world are here, but the sky is still beautiful. “If you need a place to crash, my couch is very comfortable and has your name written all over it,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “I should probably just go back to my universe–”

“No way. No dimension hopping under the influence,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I had one hit,” you say, and he shrugs. “And one hit is enough for you to think you’re goin’ home only to end up in Peter Porker’s shower. You’re stayin’ here tonight.” You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m insufferable for watchin’ out for your well-bein’? Okay, sure.”

“I don’t need you to watch out for me. I don’t need anyone,” you hiss, and he scoffs. “Of course you don’t. Too good for everyone else.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Like you wouldn’t say the same thing,” you say, and he shrugs. “You’re right. I would say I don’t need anyone, because I don’t. Especially not a miserable thing like you,” he says, and you frown. “Good.”

“Great.”

“Fuck you.”

The two of you just glare at each other for a bit before he flicks the butt of his joint off the building. “Goin’ to bed. See you tomorrow.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Shut up and follow me back to my place,” he says, getting up and walking down the building. You follow, yawning as you realize just how tired you are. When you get back inside Hobie’s place, he points at the couch. “Lay there, and don’t move until mornin’, got it?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Amazin’. Just don’t wake me up, and I won’t give a fuck,” he says, walking into his bedroom and kicking his door shut. You roll your eyes and lay down on his couch. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable, and you find yourself actually dozing off faster than you anticipated. Hobie walks out of his room to get a drink of water and ready to fight you verbally again, only to see you passed out on his couch with literally no blanket or pillow.

He sighs, grabbing a throw blanket off his bed and gently placing it on top of you. In the morning, you wake up before everyone else. You notice the blanket, and know only one person could have done that, but you don’t feel like sticking around to say anything. You just go home. But before you do, you leave a little note saying, ‘didn’t need your sympathy, thanks but no thanks,’ and draw a little middle finger.

He’ll get the hint you appreciated it.

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oceantornadoo · 2 months

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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in *gender neutral version*

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your backpack. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, love. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, backpack strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still mine.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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someone requested gender neutral so i hope i did you justice! i consider dove, love, lovie, and baby to be gn so i didn’t change them if you were wondering

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #simon riley smut #fluff #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #gender neutral reader #simon riley x gn reader

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justhereformilgram · 12 days

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yo I watched the recordings of the live MILGRAM hallucination shows (t1 morning and t2 evening) and. It’s incredible?!

Notes:

Es: costuming is Perfect. So very stoic. Wonderful!!

Haruka - yo… Shun Horie… the emotion in his song is so intense and sad he sounds like he’s actually going to cry ):

Yuno - the voice drama and mannerisms were PERFECT, loved the switch up later on into coldness

Fuuta - he’s so tall HELP but his mannerisms were quite fitting, energetic and aggressive. Good vocals but that’s like. Well.

Muu - she sounds so happy and truly reminded me Muu is a whole schoolgirl

Shidou - yoooo the voice actor / actor went hard on him, especially in Triage. He’s really devastated about his dead wife and kids!!

Mahiru - sadness.. surely she’ll be there trial three if there’s another show

Kazui - so charming and his gestures during the songs are so incredibly fun!! The mask hand and the cigarette hand is so iconic

Amane - the voice is so cute! But oh my god Purge March. In the live version it’s so much more angry and desperate and aggressive, like a growl more than a song near the end. Incredible!!

Mikoto - idk how this guy does it. You can so clearly hear what is Mikoto and what is John. Interestingly enough, here, John sings the lines “All I wanted to do was Dream, know me as an honest man” when in the MV it’s the softer Mikoto

Kotoko - YEAAAAHHHHHHHHH she’s so cool

And some fun little gesture drawings. Kazui has the most because he’s so jazzy. Also he may be my favorite.

Edit: I FORGOT TO MENTION THEY SING UNDERCOVER ALL TOGETHER AT THE END!! it’s incredible

#milgram #milgram project #milgram fanart #milgram art #mikoto kayano #kazui mukuhara #yuno kashiki #haruka sakurai #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 9 months

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“I am…You know who I am”

[TWST AU]: What if MC/Yuu was an Iron Man fan and a genius engineer who created their own iron suit?

[Gender Neutral MC/Yuu]

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu is this variant of Iron Man and they are titled as “Iron Force” in Twisted Wonderland.

[TW]: Some cursing

[(A/N)]: Hi everyone. It’s been quite some time since I posted TWST magic. I have been busy with IRL stuff and working on non-TWST ideas on my main blog (@swiftyangx12). I unexpectedly took a break from the fandom, but slowly getting back into business and honestly, I miss my boys...

[AC/DC - Back in Black]

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Alright, let’s see how this goes…

MC/Yuu was a huge fan of Iron Man and an aspiring genius engineer back in their home world.

After hearing about Stark’s sacrifice, they felt devastated that their idol passed on.

They coped by studying and building inventions, motivating themselves to honor their role model.

Then one day as they were walking to school in New York, something happened.

At first, they were exiting from their usual coffee shop and the next thing you know, they’re confined into darkness.

MC/Yuu: Alright. Not the weirdest thing since being dusted away for five years.

After feeling their surroundings to escape from their imprisonment, they heard somebody chatting about how heavy the door is to open up.

Then after blazing fire hued in blue, blew up the the door and this triggers MC/Yuu’s iron suit (with the latest nanotechnology) to encase them, activated to confront what was a danger to their safety.

When they’re revealed to Grim, he got scared. Because it’s not everyday to see someone in an iron suit and he just screamed as a reaction.

MC/Yuu holds out their hand ready to blast away whatever that creature was.

MC/Yuu: What the hell are you? A talking cat? Raccoon? A demonic alien from another dimension?

Grim: I’m neither of those! I am “The Great Grim”!

MC/Yuu: Who? Look, buddy. I think I got kidnapped and was somehow dragged here. I need to find my way out. *Activates their boosters and flies out of the room*

Grim: Hey wait! *Chases after them*

They basically flew out of the academy and toured around the whole world having to realize they’re not on their Earth anymore.

Then MC/Yuu return back to NRC, clumsily landed in during the Dorm Sorting Ceremony.

Every student was startled by a stranger in an iron suit.

Grim unceremoniously barged into the room.

Grim: You’ll never escape from The Great Grim!

MC/Yuu: Okay. *Holds their blaster up aiming at the menace*

Then Crowley came rushing in, putting a stop to the whole mess.

Crowley: Seize your fighting!

MC/Yuu: Uhh…Who are you? *Powering down their blaster and opens up their mask*

Crowley: I am Dire Crowley, Headmaster of Night Raven College.

MC/Yuu: …J.A.R.V.I.S., scan him.

Crowley: What-

After the chaos was settled, Crowley dragged MC/Yuu to his office for them to explain their dilemma. They also explained what they can offer for NRC with upgrades around the area.

Oh! Grim is still with MC/Yuu because after he listened to what they can do, he decided to be the greatest mage with technological advances.

Grim: MC/Yuu, who are you always talking to?

MC/Yuu: My A.I. assistant. They’re called J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0, “Just A Really Very Intelligent System, but as my own version.” He helps me hypothesize possible outcomes when testing my inventions, and assist fighting bad guys by my side.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: I’m also their assistant for daily tasks and reminders. Grim, you and MC/Yuu are scheduled by Headmaster Crowley to pick up supplies for the upcoming NRC’s annual Magift Games at 7 p.m.

Grim: No way! I don’t wanna do chores.

MC/Yuu: You get to ride with me in my iron suit.

Grim: Oh yeah, I forgot. Let’s go!

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MC/Yuu: What kind of power source I can use around this world? *Snaps their fingers* A Mage Stone. Crowley, by any chance, are there other magical crystals back in that Dwarf Mine?

Crowley: There are, but I mustn’t let you go there since it was closed due to a “monster” you fought last time.

MC/Yuu: Alright. I’m still getting that power source.

[5 hours later]

MC/Yuu: *Inserts the mage stone in their suit* There. My very own Arc Reactor.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Congratulations, MC/Yuu. You discovered a new element.

MC/Yuu: Definitely. Sourced a new element as this is my first.

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Vil: MC/Yuu, explain this. *Shows them an online article*

MC/Yuu: *Reads the article* Oh yeah. I had an interview and became a philanthropist.

Vil: You’re basically a celebrity by this point. What did you do to become this well-known?

MC/Yuu: I just helped some people. Carrying thousands of construction materials, assist upcoming tech companies with my knowledge from my experience and gave children the best rides of their lives…Oh my god, I’m becoming like my idol. Except the rich and player parts.

Vil: You’re a celebrity, MC/Yuu. You would have plenty of Madol from all this exposure.

MC/Yuu: Okay, I’m becoming rich, but I can’t pull no bitches.

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[During Chapter 2]

Iron Force: *Charges at Overblot!Leona and kicks him mid-air*

OB!Leona: *Knocked the wind out of his lungs*

Iron Force: Okay J.A.R.V.I.S., any chances?

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: 90% success rate of subduing the target.

Iron Force: Then 10% avoiding this mess. *Knocks him to the ground*

OB!Leona: Why that little- *Punched in the face*

Iron Force: *Repeatedly punching him* Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!

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MC/Yuu: *Wearing glasses*

Azul: I didn’t know you wear glasses. Trying to appear as an intellectual?

MC/Yuu: Hm? Oh, no. My sight is fine. I just transferred J.A.R.V.I.S. in these modified frames.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Scan completed. You have a slight iron deficiency and recommend a salad in your diet, MC/Yuu.

Azul: Did it just talked?

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Yes. I also scanned your physiology and it reveals you’re 95% suspicious of my existence and 5% envious of me for being MC/Yuu’s A.I. assistant.

Azul: I certainly do not envy your virtual assistant.

J.A.R.V.I.S. 2.0: Oddly enough, your biology categorized as relations of Cephalopod.

Azul: …

MC/Yuu: You’re an octopus?

Azul: May we change the subject?

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Iron Force: *Flying around the island*

Ortho: *Flying beside them* Hi MC/Yuu!

Iron Force: What the f-?! *Halts their flight and hovers with Ortho* I didn’t know somebody else created an iron suit in this world.

Ortho: Iron suit? Oh! You mean my structure. Nii-san helped with my upgrades.

Iron Force: You’re not wearing a suit? You’re an android with highly advanced artificial intelligence?

Ortho: Yes!

MC/Yuu: …Whose your brother?

[An hour later]

Idia: *Finishing a difficult level*

MC/Yuu: *Hacks into his door as it slides open* You didn’t tell me you’re a tech genius!

Idia: *Startled* AHH! Who let you in?!

MC/Yuu: I let myself in. Buddy, we need to collaborate-

[That’s how a friendship was made.]

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[Imagine H.Y.D.R.A. somehow created a portal and enter into TWST]

Iron Force: Oh boy. Thank god I made spare suits. *Activates the other suits*

Jack: You’re fighting alone?

Iron Force: Not alone. I made some for you guys to help everyone. *Closes their mask*

[The First Years enter into their respective suits.]

Ace: *In his suit* How do you work in this thing?

Iron Force: There’s an automated mode to help control your suit. You even get your own A.I. assistants I programmed in each of your suits.

J.E.R.K.: Hello, I am J.E.R.K. Your A.I. assistant, Mr. Trappola.

Ace: Really? Jerk?

Iron Force: The words behind the acronym are better.

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#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #Marvel #Iron Man!MC #Iron Man!Yuu #Iron Force!MC #Iron Force!Yuu #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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Hi!!! This is my first ever ask so sorry if it’s weird lol. Out of all the 141 boys, who’d you think would be most likely to sneak lactation pills into readers food in hopes of reader coming to them for help??? I can’t stop thinking about it and I need to know your thoughts too

no worries at all!!!!! i did not realize lactation pills were a thing though omg this is wild to me

here's my ranking from most to least likely: price, ghost, soap, gaz

i'll be honest, i only put soap below ghost because when i did some googling the Internet said lactation inducing medicine can take several months to work and soap does not have the patience for that lmfao

anyways price is the most likely culprit for this (imo) because that man is the walking definition of a Breeding Kink. he wants you knocked up and pregnant the moment he decides he even wants you. it's his first fucking priority. he'll start slipping you lactation supplements concerningly early in your relationship (because of the aforementioned several months) and masks the way he feels you up in the shower as horniness instead of medical curiosity lmao

also i personally don't see the appeal in drinking breast milk but John Price sure does. that man is drinking you dry, and tbh it's lowkey better if you don't actually have a baby to feed because he gets to keep all your milk for himself

ghost would do this and like 10 other things to keep you as reliant on him as possible. he just wants you to come to him for everything, and he's far from above manufacturing a reason for you to need him. and with breast milk drinking, it's just another way for him to consume you, another part of you he can literally drink down. of course he's into it. that man starts salivating the first time you complain about your tits being sore

(also ghost is totally a dominant freak but tbh there are certain versions of that man that i think have a very deeply buried mommy kink)

soap would do it just because he's a fucking freak. he sees like a singular porno with breast milk drinking and is like "I Need That Now" and starts slipping you the lactation pills. tbh he probably just gets into a routine of doing and forgets about it after a while, by the time you actually start lactating he's like "oh hell yeah" because he just completely forgot

gaz would probably suggest that you take them while you're pregnant, and he just ends up being fucking obsessed with the milk you produce. before the baby's come, it's got to go somewhere and he deems it an insult to just pump and throw it away :/ he'll lay on your chest for as long as you'll let him lmao (and maybe keep slipping the medicine to you post-baby and post-baby-being-weened)

#this ask is fun for me bc sometimes i like to write for kinks i don't enjoy just to see if i can do it lol #see: half of kinktober tbh #let me know if this is terrible so i can never do it again #john price x reader #ghost riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz garrick x reader #asks and answers #bo writes

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simpcityy · 11 months

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One Life Over Millions (Miguel O'Hara x F! Biomedical Engineer Reader)

Summary: You are a Biomedical Engineer working for Alchemax. You also have a little hobby of coming up with Theories and research on who Spider-Man 2099 is under that mask. You don't share anyone of this hobby besides Miguel, your co-worker. Little did you know, you're sharing your theories with Spider-Mans other identity, Miguel O'Hara.. After finding out that millions are at risk from one simple vial, you'll be able to get a closer look at Spider-Man as you work besides him.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is a 4-part series.

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @alicefallsintotherabbithole

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Minor Injuries, Panic Attack. uhhh I think that's all.

Pt.1 Pt.2

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Alchemax was bustling as ever in the mornings, people starting their morning shifts while others walked out finishing their night shift. You walked into your office starting your daily morning as a Biomedical Engineer. Looking over to the unfinished medical equipment you were building suddenly made you groan knowing it was going to be a busy day today. Walking to your desk setting up everything including music as you worked alone in your office. Usually, people in Alchemax share their space with a partner but you enjoyed having the office to yourself. You don’t have to worry about mixing your projects by accident with your officemate. You set down a modified pacemaker you were building before letting out a sigh. You have to admit, it does feel pretty lonely, but you move on, knowing there is no reason to complain if it achieves you getting paid for doing what you love.

Lunch rolled around; you placed the pacemaker down on your desk. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing on the very small components, not even the magnifying glass can help you. “At this rate, I’m never going to finish” You groan before seeing a bag of food set down on your desk. “Hola compañera*” Miguel, who was a geneticist working in Alchemax, grabs a chair and sits in front of you. You smile, another reason why you enjoyed working here. Miguel and you were always there for each other. Some days Miguel would forget to bring his coffee to stay awake, you would always order an extra one for him on your way to work. As you see, you forgot your lunch. “Thanks for the lunch” You grabbed the bag enjoying the smell of amazing food. “Something tells me you stayed up all night.” Miguel eats his empanadas he brought admiring the pacemaker you were building. “Let me guess, you drove by my house to get a late-night empanada and saw my lights on.” You chuckle knowing his nightly drives to get some type of pastry to satisfy the night. He smiles as you catch him red handed. “Maybe” He shrugs and picks up the pacemaker. “What’s the deal with this?” You took a bite of the food he brought and looked over “Pacemaker, I’m modifying a new one, a better version to help more people in need.” Smiling, Miguel puts it down carefully before grabbing your work bag and pulling out a notebook. “Okay spill it, you stayed up at night doing this research “he waves the notebook around.

The notebook was something you never shared with anyone, but you decided to tell Miguel about it and from there, he would listen to your theories. The notebook contains theories of who Spider-Man is under that mask. Spider-Man 2099 has caught your attention and wanting to challenge yourself, you’ve been collecting research to figure out his identity. Grabbing the book, you flipped some pages over to some pictures of Spider-Man’s equipment he uses during battles. “I have a new theory!” You tell Miguel who only nods, telling you to go on. You smile, you knew it was wrong to fall in love with a co-worker, but you can’t help it. He listens to you attentively on either your work issues or personal issues like your challenge of identifying Spider-man. “Based on the equipment he uses, some of the components used to build it are only here in Alchemax!” Getting up, you walked over to a box pulling out a couple of the parts. Miguel only stays stiff at your new theory.

Miguel was the one and only, Spider-Man 2099. He found it cute on the day you told him about wanting to figure out his identity. Since then, he would come during lunch to hear about any updates. He has to admit, you’re pretty smart and spot on some theories but this theory got him a little worried. Maybe he should be extra careful around now both as Miguel O’Hara and Spider-Man. He watched you set the parts on your desk “These are needed to create his amazing equipment.” You pointed out. “So, your theory is?” He asked, wanting to be sure he was thinking what you were thinking. “I think our Spider-Man is someone who works here in Alchemax. “You write down in your notebook, writing down the parts you took out. Miguel looks at you, this is getting bad. You were getting too close to finding out his identity and he needed to make sure he was a few steps ahead. “Oh, estás seguro de eso*?” He looked at your notes before thinking “Maybe, he can have someone exporting him the parts?” He didn’t want to throw you off the path, but he wanted to keep you safe. You stopped realizing that theory “Oh…maybe you are right, I didn’t think of that” You wrote it down as well in your notebook. “And here I thought, I was getting close” You sigh before putting everything away. “Well enough about that, how's your work going?” You asked him, finishing the rest of your lunch. Miguel smiles and places a hand on his cheek listening to you speak about your projects, admiring the way your eyes light up on the possibility of helping millions.

After a long shift, you were finally able to go home. Locking up your office, you placed your bag on your shoulder before walking to the elevator but groan in frustration seeing it was out of service. Walking to the stairs, you prepare yourself to climb down 5 flights of stairs. A whisper stops you, looking at the time on your phone. The night shift hasn’t started so there shouldn’t be anyone on this floor. You’re always the last one leaving the floor, so you know something isn’t right. Following the whispers, you are faced with a door, slightly open. You stayed quiet listening. “Here are the serums you asked for.” You peaked in seeing a hand holding a box of vials with some purple liquid in it. Setting the box down, one rolled close to the door. You look making sure they were busy before leaning a bit reaching for it. Your fingertips touch it before gasping as a boot step on your hand. “What do we have here?” A sinister voice chuckles. You panicked before grabbing the vial with your other hand and opened the door quickly, making it hit the man in the face as he was in range. Stumbling back, his boot was off your hand. You took this chance and ran to the stairs putting the vile into your pocket.

Miguel sighs waiting for a copy he asked at the front desk. He walks around patiently; he should’ve been home already in his bed sleeping. He looks over seeing you run out of the stairs, pushing the door open with urgency and quickly walking to the exit. “(Y/N)?” He was about to stop you and ask if everything was okay, but you were gone. He didn’t like the way you looked so panicked. He looks over, hearing the doors to the stairs slam open. He watches as a couple of Alchemax workers were out of breath and looked around, as if they were chasing someone. He quickly looks back to where you ran off. Were they chasing you? What happened? He looks at the front desk before running out to where you went, those copies can wait. He needed to know if you were okay.

Miguel knocked on the door to your house but nothing. He looks around making sure no one is watching him, and he hops over the fence going to your backyard. He looked around for any lights inside your house, but it was dark and empty. He walked to your back door and broke the handle walking in. He looked around your place, nothing was out of order. He goes upstairs quickly “(Y/N)?” Soy yo, Miguel” He calls out and goes into your room. He was ashamed of being in your room without your permission but needed clues to where you ran off. He was glad the room was nice and clean, no clothing thrown on the floor. He looked around at your desk, only seeing files of your upcoming projects. He grabs his phone calling you but only to find out your phone was turned off. “Carajo*” He whispers as he looks thinking of another place before knowing he’ll have to wait till tomorrow if you show up for work. You never skipped a day, even if you were sick. If you don’t show up tomorrow, then he knows you’re in danger.

You walked into the Alchemax building the next day, your eyes looking at each worker. You wished you were able to get a look at the people yesterday, but you couldn’t risk being seen as well. Hugging your jacket close to yourself, you checked your surroundings for anything or anyone following you. Once you were in your office, you quickly move your desk making it face your door. Your desk was turned around where your back was facing the door, but after yesterday, you had to be safe than sorry. Setting your jacket on the chair, you looked at your bruised hand. That step was pretty nasty but thankfully nothing broke. Sitting down, you pulled the vial out. You looked at it, to your discovery last night, this vial. This one single small thing was able to kill thousands of people and for them to have a full box of them worried you. Turning on your computer, you printed the results of the serum from testing them in your personal hideout aka a hotel room to prevent the chasers from finding your home. Looking at the ingredients, your face saddens more. “No…” You whisper reading the results. You look at the vial thinking to yourself, ‘how can this small thing, the size of my pinky, be able to kill millions of people.’

You slowly get up, your legs feeling weak all of sudden. You were overwhelming yourself. Taking a small step to get to your bag, you fell on your knees. “ no no no” You repeat yourself. Everything around you suddenly seem loud to your ears, the noise of the computer, the ticking of the clock, everything. You cover your ears trying to silence the noises, tearing up. You were feeling overwhelmed, so pressured to do something about it. “Stop it please” You whisper to yourself, closing your eyes. You hear someone calling your name faintly amidst the chaos. You felt warm hands placed on top of yours. Opening your eyes, you were met with Miguel's concerned face. (Y/N)?!” He says “Está todo bien? qué está pasando?*” The noises around you seem to stop, you were now focusing on his voice, taking a deep breath. “I…I’m okay” You whisper, hiding the vial in your fist. Slowly getting up, you sat on your desk, not trusting your legs yet. Miguel quickly grabs a glass from your small countertop, pouring a glass of water. His face expresses concern seeing you trying to calm yourself. He walked over handing you the glass “Toma*” You thanked him and took a sip of the water. Trying to figure out what the hell was that. Did you just have a panic attack or something? Miguel watches you fight whatever was going on in your mind. He kneels in front of you and frowns, seeing the bruise on your hand, “What’s wrong…You can tell me anything.” He whispers, not wanting to spook you seeing you were on edge today. Looking at Miguel, you wanted to tell him what you discovered but you think back to the events, you didn’t get to see their face. You knew what you were thinking was wrong, but it was better to be safe than sorry. It pained you to think he could be involved in this; he was a higher up in the Alchemax corp. You only gave him a smile, “it’s nothing…just had a rough morning” You lied, well it was half the truth, you did have a rough morning, but it still felt like a lie to you. He only nods, giving you space, getting up. He turns to you about to say something but out in your glass wall, he sees smoke in the distance, within the city. His duty as Spider-Man was calling him. He looks at you, “Listen, you can tell me anything, it stays between us, remember that, Solo tú y yo” He whispers before excusing himself out of the office. You look out the window seeing the smoke and then back to the vial. It was time for you to get Spider-Man's attention and the only way to get his attention was running into the danger. You quickly grabbed your bag clocking out early. Running into the city, going towards the smoke, towards the danger. It was now or never to save people’s lives even if it cost yours. One life over millions.

As you ran out, an employee watches you leave through the exits before spotting your bruised hand. He grabbed his phone walking over to the exit, watching the way you ran before dialing a number.

“I found our little spy.”

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Author Notes: I am working on part two of Location: Unknown so be on the lookout for that. This series is going to have maybe around 4 to 5 parts. You can ask me to put you on the taglist for this series. Thank you for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 33 💕) *Thank you so much for the follows! I love you guys for reblogging for others to be aware of my works! Thank you so much once again! 🥰)

Spanish Translator: (Remember some have double meaning or similar meaning) 1. Hola compañera: Hello Partner or Hello Colleague 2. Oh, estás seguro de eso: Oh? Are you sure about that? 3. Soy yo, Miguel: It's me, Miguel 4. Carajo: Fuck or Shit etc 5. Está todo bien? qué está pasando?: Is everything okay? what is happeing or what is going on? 6. Toma: Here or take this 7. Solo tú y yo: Just you and me

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara fic #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader

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sga-owns-my-soul · 6 months

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hey I really like your fics and it's my birthday today! do you think you could write a little snippet where Rodney takes John to the symposium in brain storm instead and they're tag team bitchy 🥺🥺🥺 pretty pretty please 🥺🥺🥺

happy birthday!!!!! i hope you had an absolutely wonderful day and i apologize that this took so long! i hope you enjoy 🥰💜

"Rodney McKay?"

John immediately felt giddy when he recognized the voice as The Bill Nye. John turned in excitement to see him and Neil DeGrasse Tyson approaching, but his excitement dropped as soon as he saw the look on Rodney's face.

"We had it on good authority that you were... dead," Nye continued, and John suddenly understood why Rodney looked so bothered.

"Nope, he's actually very good at keeping himself and others alive. Been doing it for a few years now, even. Hi, Lt. Colonel John Sheppard," John said, and if he maybe looked a little bit scarier than he usually did when he introduced himself, well, he could hardly be blamed for that.

"Lt. Colonel? How do you know Rodney?" Tyson asked, looking surprised, and maybe a bit nervous, and that certainly made John feel a little smug.

"We work together," Rodney said quickly, glancing at John.

"You work with the U.S. military?" Nye questioned.

"Yeah it's uhh, it's-"

"Confidential. Pretty cool though," John answered in his casual drawl, smirking at Nye and Tyson. They exchanged a look.

"Right... Uhh, well... It was good to see you, McKay. And uhh, nice to meet you?" Tyson said, backing up a few steps before turning and pulling Nye back to whoever they were previously talking to.

"Thanks. That was... actually kind of bearable," Rodney said with a sigh of relief. John smiled at him.

"Come on, let's go get our seats early," John said, throwing an arm protectively around Rodney's shoulder as they made their way into the auditorium.

"That's- that's my bridge!" Rodney whispered harshly, and John clenched his teeth.

"I thought it looked familiar. It's the one you and Jeannie built, isn't it? John asked quietly. Rodney nodded as that Tunney guy continued spouting off how he was going to save the planet- and John almost scoffed, because Rodney had saved the planet- multiple times- and even he didn't feel the need to brag to everyone about it.

At least not this arrogantly.

"Okay, I've heard enough," John said, sliding out of his seat. Rodney followed on instinct.

"Where are we going?" Rodney whispered as they made their way through the seats. John turned back to answer when he was interrupted.

"Doctor McKay, leaving so soon?" Tunney called, and suddenly every face in the auditorium turned to John and Rodney. John's hand instinctively twitched for the gun he didn't have.

"Yeah, sorry, that's my fault. I forgot about some... important business we need to urgently take care of," John called back, his casual drawl masking the anger vibrating through him.

"Well, I'm sure it can wait until the presentation is over," Tunney shot back, a smug grin on his face. "I'm sure McKay would be fascinated by my discovery."

John clenched his fists as he glanced at Rodney, who was looking equal parts furious and embarrassed. He opened his mouth, and John shot him a look.

"Well, considering this work is shockingly similar to work he did with me and the U.S. military two years ago, I don't think it'll be that exciting to him. Thanks for the hospitality, but we need to go," John said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Come on Rodney, we're leaving."

"You... you stood up for me," Rodney said when they got back into the lobby, and John was so busy looking for a phone it took him a second to process what Rodney said.

"Of course I stood up for you, that asshole was stealing your work. And he clearly isn't going to be able to prevent the issues we had last time with Rod, and I really don't need another alternate version of us showing up here of all places. We need to get to a phone so we can call the SGC, get this guy shut down." John was moving through the lobby again, looking for a landline, when he noticed Rodney was still just standing there. "What?"

"You didn't even hesitate. You just... thank you," Rodney said, and John was so taken back by the genuine sincerity he almost forgot about the matter at hand.

"Tell you what, if you help me find a phone so I can call Landry, you can make the announcement to everyone that Tunney is getting arrested for stealing top secret work that you came up with, okay? But we really need to call Landry before that machine gets started up."

Rodney beamed.

"I think I love you," Rodney said, like it was the most casual thing in the world, before pointing and leading John down the hallway to what must have been office space. Johns heart fluttered in response.

#okay not REALLY tag team bitchy #more john being bitchy on rodney's behalf #but #still good right?#anyways happy birthday!!!!#also this was the sweetest thing ever thank you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#genuinely hope you had an amazing birthday and got everything you wanted #ficlet #asks #mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #brainstorm #sga

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needfantasticstories · 4 months

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CAMPSIDE PRANKS 2: Sly Sky

The other heroes had gone to scout, gather firewood, or forage for dinner, leaving Wind on watch with Four and Sky resting.

Sky leaned on the crooked tree’s trunk and held a quill over a letter. He wasn’t sure where to begin. Not much had changed in the time they’d started chasing the black-blooded monsters, and he had little to report for her to enjoy beyond a note that Wild regained a few good memories and Warrior had offered to teach them military tactics. He wanted to see her laugh again.

The Chosen hero looked over at the Hero of the Winds, and smiled. As quick as it flashed, he masked it, schooling his expression into a contemplative frown. Casually, he asked, “Wind, what's the name of those long pits around a settlement, like a castle or a camp or dungeon? Isn't there a name for them?"

“Do you mean like a moat?” Four asked from nearby, looking up from his book of Minish Fairy Tales.

“That sounds like a moat to me,” Wind confirmed.

“Yes, that must be the word then.” Sky nodded, looking at the letter. “But what about a version that’s covered up so the target doesn’t see it until they fall in? Is there a name for that?

“A pit trap?’ Four answered again, and Sky wondered if he’d grown bored of his book. He’d read it for two weeks now. But it might work out even better with Four’s involvement.

“Specific ones usually have their own names, and I’ve never heard what they call one that’s both a moat and a pit. I can look them up the next time we’re near a library. But why?” Four asked.

“I saw one on my adventure once and wanted to ask Sun about it. We’ve been talking about castles we’d like to make for our people, and dungeon traps to keep Fi safe.”

Wind was already looking around the perimeter, mapping out a path. “Sky, so you want to trade your third watch for my first watch? Then you can stay up and write to Sun before the fire goes out.”

Sky smiled. “Sure, Wind. Thank you.”

Four looked between them, eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly. Maybe he wasn’t giving the knight enough credit.

When Sky forgot to tuck his bag away, the bag with mogma mitts inside, Wind knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was as good as getting his permission, really.

A muffled yell woke everyone except Wind the next morning. Twilight, on his way to the stream for water, let out a string of curses that surprised even the sailor.

“What’s there a pit doing around camp?” he stormed into the clearing, picking leaves out of his hair and pelt.

“To keep monsters out,” Wind said as if it was obvious, “We don't want them to ambush us if they slip past our guard, right?”

Twilight stared at him.

Four stared at Sky.

The knight’s face was completely blank. Suspiciously so. Sky caught his stare and offered the tinies, slyest winks he’d ever seen.

“Maybe let us know next time, okay Sailor?”

“Alright. Then you should know–”

Another cry cut him off.

“WHY DOES IT GO ALL AROUND CAMP?” Warriors bellowed, and heaved himself up out of the opposite side of camp, dry leaves clinging to him.

Four and Sky hid their grins.

#lu sillies #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #lu sky #lu four #sneaky gremlin Sky have them all the trait #skiprambles

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The Ultimate Thread Of Koincidences (2021) Part 3

Here's the part 3 of my thread since I reached the photo limit...again.

If you haven't read part two. Go read it before reading this one! (X)

Those are all the Kaylor evidences I could find for that year. If I've forgot some, don't hesitate to tell me so I can add them!

If you haven't read the posts for the other years, I highly suggest you do before reading this one:

Fall 2019 (X)

2020 Part 1 (X)

2020 Part 2 (X)

2021 Part 1 (X)

2021 Part 2 (X)

As always, I'll include link to more informations on certain piece of Kaylor Lore as we go, so some Koincidences are easier to understand. When there's a (X) beside something, it's to give you more context and help you understand better.

Here's the link to the incredible Masterposts that helped me do this one: (X) (X)Afficher davantage

Septembre 2021:

Septembre 17th:

Taylor posts a TikTok hinting at Red (Taylor's Version) and 1989 (Taylor's Version). (X)

She winks with her left eye (Eye Theory) (X)

There's a Glitch in the video.

Glitch easter egg? (X)

People said in the comment that it made them think of the Bad Blood MV...Karlie is in the MV.

At the start of the video. Taylor is painting her nails Red.

A couple of days later in another TikTok we see that she also painted her toe nails red. (X)

Interesting because Karlie posted a video in her Story on Septembre 10th with Red fingers and toes nails. The. Exact. Same. Red.

And it's not over.

Because in that video Taylor wears about the same outfit as when she recorded King Of My Heart...on Karlie's birthday.

Also.

On that day. Taylor releases Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version).

First song out of 1989 (Taylor's Version) and this song is about Karlie...

And if you zoom in on the shirt. You see that there is double Ks embroided on it.

October 2021:

October 5th:

Eye Theory in Karlie's Instagram's Story:

October 26th:

Taylor posts her fall TikTok. (X)

She wears her famous "Le Duo" necklace with "The artist and The muse" (X)

October 29th:

Eye Theory in Karlie's Instgram's Story. (Still inchteresting red fingernails)

October 31st:

Halloween.

Taylor goes out in the West Village with Blake's children. Dressed up as a Squirrel.

Karlie goes with Levi. Dressed up as Batman.

This is rather interesting...

This was a fanmade cover posted in 2011 (X)

Not their first time cosplaying DC characters...

And it's even more interesting because in her 2019 Musicians On Musicians Interview with Rolling Stone (that we talked about in the 2019 thread). (X)

Taylor talks EXACTLY about that with Paul McCartney.

How he could go spend Halloween with his kids wearing masks...

Here:

Swift: But I think that in knowing him and being in the relationship I am in now, I have definitely made decisions that have made my life feel more like a real life and less like just a storyline to be commented on in tabloids. Whether that’s deciding where to live, who to hang out with, when to not take a picture — the idea of privacy feels so strange to try to explain, but it’s really just trying to find bits of normalcy. That’s what that song “Peace” is talking about. Like, would it be enough if I could never fully achieve the normalcy that we both crave? Stella always tells me that she had as normal a childhood as she could ever hope for under the circumstances.

McCartney: Yeah, it was very important to us to try and keep their feet on the ground amongst the craziness.

Swift: She went to a regular school .…

McCartney: Yeah, she did.

Swift: And you would go trick-or-treating with them, wearing masks.

McCartney: All of them did, yeah. It was important, but it worked pretty well, because when they kind of reached adulthood, they would meet other kids who might have gone to private schools, who were a little less grounded.

November 2021:

November 15th:

I Bet You Think About Me MV.

Sooooo much about that MV.

Taylor's dress being about the same as Karlie's Met Gala one.

Josh's lookalike AND Mickey's.

Taylor "spills" champagne when there's a close up on Mickey's lookalike.

Josh, Mickey and Karlie

Mickey, Karlie and Josh's lookalike

Taylor spills wine while doing a close shot on Mickey's lookalike.

Taylor gives her red Scarf to Karlie's lookalike. And the girl is really pleased by this.

And so much more to say...

Novembre 23rd:

Taylor releases a TikTok of Champagne's Problem (X)

The hand that appears of the person filming is not Blake's hand.

Let's compare Blake's hand with the hand on the video:

Source: purplepinksky on Twitter (X)

And now let's compare Karlie's

Source: purplepinksky on Twitter

December 2021:

December 13th:

Taylor celebrates her birthday and wears the Victoria Secret Angel Ring (X).

Source: 9w1ft

There you have it!

All the Koincidences I could find for 2021.

There was a lot.....

Let me know if some are missing! I'll add them.

#kaylor #lsk #gaylor twitter #koincidences #gaylors #gaylor swift #gaylor theory #gaylor #gaylor of twitter #lgbetty

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alexiswritingstuff · 11 months

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(THIS IS A REPOST BECAUSE THE LAST VERSION GOT MESSED UP, SORRY FOR ANY CREATED EXCITEMENT!!)

Now, I know I’ve said this for many things, but I genuinely got carried away with this that when I had the idea for the plot... I kinda forgot that the anon had requested something cute with fluff, so... I hope the ending does it justice.

Either way, thank you for sending this in. I hope you like it!

Removal of the Mask.

Pairing: Gustavo Fring x gn! reader.

Other appearances: Mike Ehrmantraut, though only mentioned.

Request: I had an idea for another Gus fic! I just want him to finally break , mask off and just actually let himself show emotion and be upset with the reader comforting him or something? I just need cute and fluffy stuff with him in my life. Poor dude just needs a shoulder to cry on

Content: angst with comfort and fluff.

Warnings: fighting, gunshot, injuries, descriptions of a hospital.

Be aware of spelling errors and mistakes! I do go read through my fics before posting them, but I always managed to miss some!

A/N: I don’t know if it’s just the way I perceive Gustavo, but I genuinely can’t think of him just... crying. You know, like, maybe with tears in his eyes, but the only way I was able to imagine it was like if something close to a major trauma happened. So, I guess that’s what influenced my idea for this.

Also this fic may be really long, so buckle up, hydrated yourself and grab a snack.

More Gustavo fics.

Taglist-

@sukunamybeloved - @viviennemuerte - @miwagila - @marksassybanana

The sun was high in the sky. Everything beneath felt the presence, including you as beads of sweat trailed down wherever it could on your body.

You were leant against the side of your car, though not very still in the unbearable heat. “Where the hell is this guy?”

The problem with doing these deals, exchanges, or something along those lines was that they had to be done in unknown places. Areas where there weren’t other people around who could possibly witness something they shouldn’t.

That usually meant abandoned properties, or having to travel miles into the vast desert.

And for this particular meet-up.

It was both.

You sniffed, a rising sense of irritation building as you twisted your wrist to lay eyes on the watch strapped to it. Five minutes late. No one in this business risked being five minutes late, especially if it could end up being more.

No one had been told that it was going to be you instead of Gustavo that they were going to be meeting with today either, so in theory, these people were laying back on him. Making him seem like a fool with the need to wait alone in the desert.

But it was you.

And you were not the slightest bit happy.

Just as your arm lowered, hand angrily smacking back to the car door behind you, there was a revving sound that hummed across the landscape. And upon looking up, your eyes found a moving cloud of dust just over one of the minor hills.

“Ballsy.”

You pushed yourself off of your car, adopting a straightened stance the way a bodyguard would.

Despite wanting to present yourself like Gustavo would- arms tight by the sides, chin raised, head basically unmoving unless needing to provide a form of intimidation- when the car had finally rolled into the lot, your arms were just crossed over your chest.

It may have made you like an angry toddler, but there was nothing more unnerving than the ultimate death stare you shot the driver as he exited the vehicle which had finally stilled.

“You’re not Gustavo.”

That was the first thing he said.

After turning up late, and looking like he didn’t even bother to dress himself accordingly... That was it? He even had this narrowed gaze when he began to take a few steps in your direction.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that it was the traffic that made you late... Am I right?” You hadn’t moved an inch, just simply watched the man as he ultimately decided to settle on keeping a good distance.

His hands lowered to his hips while his eyes flickered to the horizon, his head mildly nodding as if he couldn’t figure out what to say. But it looked more like he didn’t care.

“Okay,” you began, finally letting your arms fall to your sides, “Let’s not waste anymore time then.”

“Do you have them?”

The mans attention snapped back to you after he rocked on his heels for a moment, his stance unchanging much like his gaze, “It was supposed to be Mr. Fring that I met with.” There was a slight southern drawl to his words, a sound that slowly became vicious the more he spoke, “Where is he?”

Your voice stayed the same despite the irritation that began to take back its place, “I believe we’re old enough to carry out an exchange ourselves, don’t you think?”

There was a good few seconds of strong eye contact. One that closely resembled the kind of stand off you would see in old western movies.

But eventually, his head lowered when you held no reaction to his persistence, even stilled it there when he spat out a glob of spit onto the sandy dirt below.

And then he turned, walking back to the car with a flurry of emotions that visibly affected the way his legs moved.

Your expression was stern as you watched him regardless of the fact that he couldn’t see it, a weird feeling now residing in your chest from the previous actions. I mean, it was like a want. An insistence of Gustavo’s whereabouts.

Gustavo was a businessman. He was the owner of something so large that he couldn’t possibly be everywhere at once, or be the one to do things all the time, so it was more common for other people, like you or Victor, even Mike, to be the ones at exchanges. Especially if the outcome wasn’t something that heavily impacted the business.

Hell, you were just trying to collect new versions of equipment that had been busted from too much usage, this whole interaction had been strange from the get-go.

He had been late, wanted to speak to no one other than Gustavo, despite the fact that the needed task was just handing over the machines, so that you could give him the money in return.

Even with the amount of thoughts that were running through your mind, in the next moment, it seemed that by the time your attention had refocused the realisation of a problem came a bit too late.

The man, who you still didn’t know the name of, had arrived at the side of his car. But instead of moving to the back, where you were assuming was the equipment covered by that tarp, he had stilled at the window of the passenger seat.

You couldn’t exactly pull a machine through a window now could you?

Just as you had retrieved your gun from your belt, and was so close to properly gripping it in your hand, a shot rang through the vast area.

It snagged the weapon, narrowly missing your fingers in the process, and you immediately retracted your hand, watching in mild shock as it fell to the sand below.

Damnit. He’s trained.

Unlike what the rest of your body wanted to do in that moment, your legs sprang into action like your life depended on it. Because it in fact did this time.

You swerved, dodged and weaved as bullets began to pang off of walls and the empty shells of cars that were just left, clouds of dust beginning to gather in the air the further you went.

Situations like this weren’t exactly unusual. Contact with other business went sideways more than anyone would really like to admit, hence the need to carry weapons at all times.

The only difference now was that you were the direct target.

You rounded the corner of the closest part of the abandoned building, heart pounding in your chest, your ears, and chorusing with the bullets that continued to fire despite not even being in view anymore.

Your feet skidded to a stop, your eyes frantically searching through the area for some kind of hiding spot or at least something that would give you time to make a plan.

But just as you made a decision, that would’ve at least lead you to your next option if it went sideways, a shot echoed through the surrounding walls.

A sound uncontrollably escaped your throat. Your body jolted, knees eager to bend as you staggered forwards, a sense of determination bubbling in your system more than it ever had.

However, before you could have even prepared, something collided with the middle of your back with full intent.

It sent you tumbling forward. Your knees were the first to connect with the ground below until your hands followed, the sand beginning to roast the pads of your fingers.

But of course, due to the combination of your lack of ability to comprehend the situation, and an increasing pain somewhere in your side, you couldn’t keep yourself stabilised for long.

You fell on your stomach, the exhaustion from the heat finally creeping in the last moment that it needed to.

“Listen,” you croaked out after a cough, still trying to pull yourself towards your chosen hiding spot despite the inability to basically move, “You want-- You want Gustavo, right? Why not… You can’t get to him if you kill-- kill me.”

There was no point in bargaining. You knew that. You knew that this was pre-planned, and that it in fact was meant for Gus.

But they could easily settle on the next best thing if the intent was to impact him.

And you were right.

Each of your legs were grasped in either of his hands within the next second, and before you could grab the sand beneath you, even if your fingers would’ve immediately sunk through, he began pulling you towards him.

In the blink of an eye, your body got flipped over, your spine now slamming into the sand. An indescribable pain seared through your side, and despite the urge to arch your back as if it would get you away from the feeling, your eyes went wide. And you swung, arm aimed at the first body part that was close enough.

His gun fell to the side.

There was a yell of annoyance that bellowed from the man above, and when you tried to move a fist decided to meet with your face in a way that had your ears purely ringing.

It was almost like your brain was forgetting basic functions. You could barely remember how to move your eyes, or even breathe, for a terrifying few seconds.

You had previously thrashed in a way that made the man falter, almost losing his balance. It wasn’t until he was trying to push himself to stand that something managed to form in your head.

Your legs trapped his own despite their weakness and while the man battled with a pair of limbs, cursing in ways that you couldn’t imagine, your hand subtly moved to the side, gliding across the surface of the sand.

Until they met with metal.

The vision through your eyes was blurry from the previous attacks and now from the direction off the sun that beamed right on you. But somehow you still managed to find your aim.

The man twisted back round when he heard that familiar click and his eyes widened as much as they physically could, “No--”

The shot echoed more times that you could count, bouncing off of every possible surface, through the building and on the walls like a game of ping pong.

And then something slumped, falling to the side almost in slow motion until it collided with the ground.

You got him.

All at once the adrenaline rush slowed and the pain in your face, with a sort of burning sensation somewhere else in your upper body, intensified so much that you could barely move.

A shaky whine pushed through your lips as you began to pat around your torso, trying to find the large source of pain.

And then you got to your left side.

It seems that he got you first.

“Shit.” you seethed through gritted teeth and lowered your increasingly weak arm back down to let your hand gain access to a pocket. Your fingers dug through the fabric compartment, grabbed at a device before, unsteadily, pulling it out.

There was no way that you would be able to sit up so you did your best to lift the phone in front of your face, but even when it was flipped open, your vision shook with your heaving chest.

It felt like years had passed by the time you had managed to push a certain order of buttons in, and as soon as it began to ring, you let it drop, your arm smacking into the ground next to your side.

Finally, there was an answer.

The phone hadn’t landed that far away from your head, but it was enough so that when a voice crackled through the speaker, you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your heartbeat and the ragged breaths that rasped from your throat.

You coughed, “Hey, Mike. You, uh… You’re not busy, right?” Your voice was strained despite how hard you were trying to play off your injuries, but when you put pressure on the most important wound to limit the blood loss. It was a little hard to maintain.

“It’s not been a very nice tea party.”

The surrounding room would’ve been quiet if it wasn’t for the monotonous beeps from machines that sounded more hypnotic as time went on.

The lighting was dull, barely reflecting off of the walls, with no help from the world outside as by now it had apparently grown dark. Though, due to the ache that consumed almost every part of your head, it made you very grateful.

Your gaze was set on the window on the other side of the room, one used so that doctors could see their patients at any given time if they weren’t able to hear them first.

Gustavo had arrived, stood in the brighter hallway and talking to a doctor you were still getting use to interacting with yourself.

The expression on his face was a mixture of the one he held when interacting with the general public and this intensity that would be difficult for other people to notice upon first glance.

But not you.

After almost every sentence spoken by the doctor, the man had sent a glance your way. A look that could almost make you feel exactly how he did, regardless of the fact that it wasn’t fully readable.

And before there was even an attempt to try, you found yourself breaking the eye contact, sinking the back of your head further into your pillow as it seemed that your mind only now was capturing onto the fact that you were indeed awake.

From what you could hear from the muffled conversation going on outside, and what you had been previous told, the bullet had luckily missed major arteries or organs that would’ve cost everything if hit.

But even so, especially now that it had been removed, that didn’t mean it wasn’t still going to hurt like hell.

You had been issued pain medication at a time that couldn’t be remembered off the bat, but it seemed that it hadn’t met the 30 minute mark yet. Meaning that it wasn’t properly in your system.

By the time your eyes focused back through the window, Gustavo had a smile stiffly pressed onto his lips. The two of them were shaking hands, sharing words that you couldn’t quite catch, and then the doctor turned, resuming the work they were previously doing before he had arrived.

In that moment, the emotion held on Gustavo's face had disappeared by the next time your heavy eyelids had allowed themselves to blink. It was almost like he was in a trance for a good second, his eyes unfocused as they stared off down the hallway.

And then he snapped back.

This time when he faced the room, his attention never went to you. He simply opened the door, walked through and then closed it behind himself. A movement that engulfed the surrounding area in a quietness that even the machines couldn’t help.

He stood closer to the back wall than the edge of your bed. His body was still, stance almost like a soldier, as his gaze remained aimed at whatever was in front of him. You really wished you could read minds.

“Have the doctors updated you on your condition?”

Despite the small room, there was a lack of fullness to his voice. Like it was from somewhere in the distance even though he was right there.

“Yeah,” The grogginess from waking up not that long ago was still fresh in your system even with the activeness of your mind, so when you attempted to shuffle yourself to get a better view of Gustavo you had barely even moved. “Though I could’ve make an educated guess anyway.”

His response was a mere hum, still remaining in the same position as before. It was a thing that made your eyebrows twitch, unsure if he had even meant to make that sound in the first place.

“I would’ve had you put in a more private place, but... I was was told there wasn’t enough time.” That was when he moved for the first time since entering the room. His head lowered, eyes now cast down to his shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the room. “I know you don’t like hospitals.”

Your gaze moved upwards as you turned your head towards the ceiling, a huff of air passing through your lips, “Well, I already had the surgery... Just need to be patient now.”

“I wish there were better channels on these TVs though,” you then added, attempting to break the tension surrounding every corner in the room, but when you moved your head again, you found Gustavo starting to walk.

His steps were almost silent despite what his shoes were made of. He moved slow, precise even if his attention wasn’t on the floor anymore.

And soon Gustavo had arrived at the window that looked out onto the world below. You had no idea what floor you were on but it was most likely about halfway as the sound of cars could still be heard, though a bit muffled.

Somehow the more time he spent facing away from you, the more a nervousness began to ignite within your chest.

The way he was acting was something you had only seen when he was disappointed. Upset about how a situation had gone enough so that he needed time to compose himself before speaking.

So, even if most of your body couldn’t be bothered to move, you found a way to fidget.

You stared at the wall on the other side of your bed. A multitude of fresh thoughts and worries swarming your mind in a way that was almost suffocating, until they couldn’t be contained anymore.

You cleared your throat, finally finding your voice despite the utter dread of doing so. “I’m sorry.”

The sound of the heart monitor could literally be heard speeding up as your words fully settled through the air.

“Pardon?”

Your eyes may have still been aimed at the wall, but from the corner, you could see Gustavo twist away from the window. An action that didn’t at all help your nerves.

The next time you took a breath, you had almost gulped, “I realised what had been planned too late.”

“If that had happened anywhere else, I could’ve ruined the business... Lost progress.”

It was only when a new worry, the realisation of another action that had the possibility of many consequences, that you found the ability to actually look at Gustavo, “You got the machines, right?”

His brows were furrowed enough that the skin surrounding them was intensely crinkled, his eyes narrowed in a disbelief that you had never seen him display.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/n.” was all he managed for a moment, his voice going back to that lack of fullness that in turn had your eyebrows furrowing. “Did they tell you what happened? Everything?”

“You were injured during a job I set for you.” His eyes were wider now, the once clouded look within them forming into a sense of clarity though the disbelief still remained.

“And I could’ve ruined everything.” The emotions each of you felt were clashing, the brain working in the wonderous ways it always did as you both had very different viewpoints of the situation. The hard part was getting the other to understand why.

“There is a lot more important things than machines, Y/n.” Gustavo pointed out and took a few steps forward so that he was further from the window.

There was a sense of annoyance now travelling through your tired system, the irritation built up over the entire day officially starting to spark, “Which is exactly why I am trying to apologise.”

“For what? Not knowing that you were going be attacked?”

You shook your head, breaking the intense eye contact as your gaze went back to the ceiling.

Arguing was the last thing that you wanted to do right now. You were tired, weak, hungry, and now had an anger that was eager to erupt.

Two people at fault but both only thinking that one is.

After a few moments of being absorbed by those monotonous beeps again, a deep sigh could be heard. Even though you couldn’t see him anymore, it was clear that he had finally allowed his shoulders to lower. Deflate. “You got hurt.”

“Well, I think I know that, Gus.” you blurted out as your mouth seemed to be faster than your brain. Something that you immediately regretted. “Look...” You raised your head again, your hands subconsciously gliding to where your bandages grasped to your skin, “What happened... Happened.”

“It’s over... Okay-- It doesn’t matter anymore.”

It was a sentence meant to ease the situation. Words formed in a eagerness to get this whole thing over and done with, because you were quite frankly over it yourself, wanting nothing more than to fall into an incredibly deep sleep.

But all it did was make the lines of Gustavo’s face more prominent. The look across it formed into an expression that almost mimicked offense. “Doesn’t... Doesn’t matter-- Listen to yourself.”

“Why aren’t you taking this situation more seriously?”

“Well, did you get what you were after?” you questioned, trying to find at least some form of middle ground that you could then use to clear this whole thing up.

Gustavo scoffed, “I can’t believe you.” He turned himself around again, adopting the same stance from before as he stared through the window.

Your eyebrows were furrowed as much as they possibly could at this point, “Why? This isn’t the first time that something like this has happened, Gus-- Hell, it will happen again.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“It can’t.”

“What do you-- What do you mean it can’t, Gustavo?” you huffed out, the sound almost becoming gargled as you began to push yourself to sit up. But you were determined to ignore the pain pulsing in your side. A deep breath shook through your lips when you got upright.

You carefully began to shuffle yourself backwards, trying to lean more comfortably against the bed, and only made an attempt to speak when you had fully decided your positioning, “The more we progress, the more likely stuff like this is going to take place. You of all people should know that--”

“You almost died!”

It felt like time had stopped for a good minute.

The sound had rung longer than the sentence itself, but you couldn’t tell if it was just the way your mind attempted to process it, or if it was really that loud.

Gustavo had faced you once again, only this time there was this active rage that covered almost every visible inch of him in a way that heavily contrasted the usual stoicism.

It was barely seen, but it looked like his shoulders lowered and raised with every breath. Like he was heaving. Heaving with disbelief, anger... and fear?

“You almost... You.” he had attempted to repeat, but there was this lack of control. An inability to get himself together like he always managed to do any other day.

He took in a deep breath, one that shook more than yours had, and practically forced himself to stand straight, “That attack was meant for me.”

“Because I got... interrupted, I wasn’t there... and then you became the target.” He was trying to gather himself. Trying to make himself look how he usually did by straightening his spine, raising his chin and adopting an expression devoid of any emotion.

But despite trying to adjust the mask.

It was starting to crack.

“Gustavo.”

“I should have gone.” His voice was barely above a whisper now.

To the naked eye he was ridged, but there was this shakiness that could be seen the longer your eyes stayed on him, “I should be the one in that bed... not you.”

“You could’ve...”

One half of his nose slightly crinkled after a moment, in turn raising the left side of his top lip, and he visibly swallowed like the words he was going to speak had a horrid taste.

And then you spotted it.

It was difficult to properly see Gustavo’s eyes through the glasses as light sources reflected onto the lenses almost everywhere he looked, and at first you thought it was in fact just some reflected light.

But it would disappear when he blinked.

“Gustavo.” you spoke after a moment, practically forgetting what you sounded like at this point, and it seemed to snap the man out of his thoughts. “Close the blinds.”

At first he just furrowed his eyebrows. His dazed eyes finally moved from where they had zoned in to meet your own with a sudden confusion. And then they followed the finger pointed towards the window for the doctors.

The abrupt change in atmosphere had him just standing there for a moment, but then due to the crowdedness of his mind, it seemed that it just went on autopilot. He walked through the room, same pace and quietness as before, until he arrived at yet another window.

He cleared his throat, picked the left blind cord to take between two of his fingers and then pulled at it, taking one final look at the hallways outside before they were officially closed.

Now, the lighting of the room was increasingly lowered. You still had a slight source from the sky, but time had done what it did best. It barely brought anything to help maintain the light.

But that was the least of your concerns.

The moment those blinds had reached the ledge of the window, Gustavo's hands pressed onto either side of the surface, and he leant his weight into it in a way that seemed to take it off of his shoulders as they visibly slacked.

It was a movement that had you just staring for a good few seconds.

This was not the Gustavo that you knew. This man before you was not in control of his expressions, the way that he spoke, the way he stood. This was not a man who rose above and administered fear into anyone even if that wasn’t his intent.

This was just a man.

Just Gus.

You, very stiffly, began to try and shuffle yourself sideway across the bed. You didn’t care about the pain that pulsed through your torso, or how it felt like your arms were going to either bend or snap. You kept moving, and only stopped when it was clear to do so.

Pins and needles began to spread through your hand as you patted it down in the space you had created, turning your head more in his direction as you expected him to respond.

But he didn’t.

You stifled a sigh, “Come here, Gustavo.”

He needed a proper command. A verbal set of words that allowed him to comply to the urge you placed in his head. So, after trying to swallow the feelings that were appearing once again, he turned around.

Though this time when he fully faced you, instead of pausing like he needed to convince himself to actually walk, he moved the second his eyes lay on you.

His pace was slow like before, each step getting heavier than the previous one.

He understood.

He understood why you had been acting the way you did, wanted nothing more than to change the subject, and now why you had asked him to close the blinds.

It was to stop the outside from seeing in. Not let any other person bear witness to a moment just for the two of you.

Gustavo lowered himself to sit on the bed, his eyes not daring to leave your own in a way that properly allowed you to see behind the lenses of those glasses.

There was a line of water just peaking over the lower lid. His blinks may have subsided most of it, but it would always come back with the same amount. Sometimes even more.

“I shouldn’t have let you do the job alone.” Gustavo insisted, but it had you shake your head within seconds. “Hey,”

You took one of his hands between yours, trying to shift just a tad bit closer to him even if it hurt, “Gustavo, you need to understand that even if there was another person there, the same thing would’ve happened-- Another person would’ve been hurt instead of just me.”

“Someone would still get shot.”

That was when the eye contact had been broken.

He knew you were right. He knew that even if he had found out what had happened sooner, he wouldn’t have gotten there fast enough to do anything about it.

But there was a vast difference between understanding something and accepting it.

The expression on his face was so unusual to see, more so because it genuinely conveyed his feelings. You could see it in his eyes, the way his lips were starting to press together. Utter guilt despite the continuous insistence that it wasn’t his fault.

The action of removing your hands from his had him out of his thoughts again, though it wasn’t until he blinked that he felt where they had gone.

Each of your palms were placed on either side of his face, the centre firm against his set jaw.

The thumbs of your hands resided above the rest of your fingers, lightly gliding across the textured skin of Gustavo’s cheeks in a way that had him instinctively closing his eyes.

The weight of his head in your hold grew and it looked as if the tension in his muscled finally let him relax, even if it was just for a moment. You wanted him to stay like that forever.

“I’m glad you weren’t there, Gustavo.”

And just like that, the sentence had practically undone the moment of peace. But even when he went to lean back, he made sure that it was a distance that would keep your hands on his face.

The edges of his eyebrows were crinkled again, a mixture of concern and confusion purely visible, “How?”

The way he asked had a smile begging to curl at your lips. Though, due to the muscles of your face being too tired at this point and the fact that this definitely wasn’t the time to do so, you ignored it. “If it was you that got attacked instead of me, they wouldn’t have stopped until there was nothing left.”

Your grasp on his face became a tad more firm. Your eyes began to travel, thinking about the fact that you had never seen him so close for this amount of time before. “A shot in the side means nothing to me.”

“Y/n, how can you possibly say that?” The concern spread further than it had done before, now beginning to form into that same disbelief like it had earlier.

You slightly lowered your chin after a minute, making sure that your eyeline was directly connected to his. And then you just shrugged, a wave of emotions flooding your system at a sudden sense of safety that you had yearned to feel all day, “Because,”

“I would rather die, knowing that you were somewhere safe... alive. Than breathe in a world where you aren’t doing the same.”

It felt like it was going to be another one of those moments. The two of you just going to stare into each others eyes, equally lost. No words available that could even scratch the surface of what either of you felt.

Though it seemed that Gustavo’s ability to maintain a calm exterior faltered. He began to crumble.

His his eyebrows pinched together suddenly, his bottom lip slowly pushing upwards until it shook, and then he lowered his head out of your grasp, a wavering breath huffing out of his mouth.

He tried to speak. Tried to express something that ultimately would be left unknown as he just gave up. Understanding that it wouldn’t be able to come out the way that he wanted it to.

So, he just... sort of slumped. His head dipped a little more, his hand reaching up to grab the glasses that were close to falling.

He was overtaken. Emotions active more than he had let it in so long. Gustavo tried to wipe them away, tried to rid his eyes of the water that practically felt like a river pushing to flood.

But the dam had already been broken.

He just sat there, hands now pressed to face in an attempt to block the tears from going anywhere, even if they had already began to trail between his fingers.

You took the glasses that were almost crumpled in his grasp before folding the legs, and then slowly placed them on the bedside table while trying to ignore the pain that pulsed in your side from the stretch.

You subtly gritted your teeth, willing to forget about any feeling that was trying to present itself as you wanted to focus on Gustavo. You needed to.

So, you reached out, waiting for your hand to cup the back of his head before slowly beginning to guide it forward in a way that ultimately made the rest of his body follow.

And soon, he was laid across your chest, careful to avoid your injury.

The side of his head had managed to make his ear press right over where your heart was. Something that seemed to trigger Gustavo the moment he registered both the feeling and the sound.

Because, for the first time since he had entered the room or laid eyes on you through the window that had now been closed. He had actual confirmation that wasn’t just words from a doctor.

You were not some sick hallucination that was playing his mind, or a lie that he was trying to convince himself of in an attempt to avoid a painful truth and make him feel better. No. You were real.

You were alive.

The next breath that Gustavo took was cut quite abruptly like another had just pushed itself out. It was a sound that caught you off guard, one that you didn’t initially know how to respond to as you thought you were just hearing things.

But then it happened again... and then again. A sound that almost made it seem like he had forgotten how to breathe.

And then you heard what it was trying to cover, something else breaking through the harsh huffs of air.

He was crying.

Properly crying.

Gustavo removed one of the hands from his face and reached it under your arm so that he could grab the back of your shoulder, his fingers grasping onto the fabric the moment they made contact.

It had your arms wrapping around his body within seconds, especially when it had begun to rack with almost guttural like sounds.

His head was fully pressed into your chest now, each of his hands holding onto an arm or a shoulder tightly with such desperation as if you were going to disappear if he let go.

So, you didn’t dare move. You just held him there, unable to escape another pain as you had to simply lay in that bed, holding something that was releasing such raw cries.

Gustavo couldn’t even recognise the sounds himself. The way his body responded, the tears falling freely from his eyes, the harshness that the sobs were rushing out of his lungs. It was unfamiliar. A foreign feeling that swirled through everything else.

Truthfully, he could remember the last time he cried in such a way. He could remember when his feelings were shoved out of him regardless of his wants.

But he couldn’t think of any time when he had allowed himself to do it on his own.

Until now.

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The next few days were filled with pretty much the same routine.

Your injuries would get checked, treated again if the doctors saw fit, and you had to do everything in your power to keep yourself entertained as the channels still weren’t giving you much.

And then, when it would get dark, Gustavo appeared.

He would bring this homemade soup almost every night that had your stomach growling before he had even arrived. It was also a decent sized cup, meaning that if you didn’t finish it, the hospital could store it and reheat it for lunch the next day.

Maybe after a while, others would think that having soup for more than a week would get old at some point... But no. In fact there was different ingredients used in every batch. The change could be miniscule but it was still effective.

The rest of the routine got old fast though. The days started merging, and it soon made you become unsure of when the next started or ended, as it seemed like you had forgotten how to sleep at normal times due to your exhausted system.

But then the time finally came.

The discharge from hospital.

Obviously there was still a whole lot of resting, healing and overall taking everything slow coming your way, which was a hundred percent going to prove to be a challenge. However, with the way that Gustavo appeared right by your side, even if it was just a facial expression that proved you were having difficulty, it gave you enough assurance. Comfort.

There was no word to accurately express your feelings the moment the car had pulled to a stop in the driveway. Your driveway.

What you saw out the window wasn’t a picture you had tried to think up multiple times in your head. It was just right in front of you. A house that seemed larger than you had remembered.

It almost startled you when the car door suddenly got pulled open, but after a blink you registered his figure, spotted the hands that were out and ready to aid you.

The process of shimmying your way off of the car seat was a bit of a hassle, however, your legs eventually hung out of the car, feet finally meeting with solid ground once again.

Soon, you had actually arrived inside the house.

Gustavo was to your right, stood carefully, in a way that would completely cross out any possibility of further injuring the other side of your body, as he guided you through those familiar halls which almost gave you a feeling of nostalgia. Even if it wasn’t that long ago that you walked within them.

A new wave of tiredness hit you after about a step into the living room you had yearned to see.

Everything looked the same, furniture and even the objects of décor still placed so intricately as if the room hadn’t been lived in or touched.

It smelled the same too.

“Were you cooking this morning?” you questioned, voice a bit more groggy than before, as a sort of smoky scent presented itself to your nostrils. Gustavo hummed, carefully pulling at your shoulder to direct you around the rectangular coffee table.

“You know I can walk by myself, right?” you pointed out, trying to turn your head to get a look at his face but he had moved behind you when the two of you got between the edge of the table and an armchair at the same time.

“Of course.” was all Gustavo said, still holding onto you regardless. And finally, you had reached the couch of your dreams.

Even though you had been laying around all day every day for weeks on end, the relief that filled your system over not having to walk anymore almost had your knees buckling.

“Okay,” Gustavo spoke just above a whisper, lightly turning you so that you faced the TV, “Slowly.”

A deep breath sifted in and out of your lungs. Your grip on his arm tightened and after looking in his eyes for a good few seconds, you began to lower yourself in the speed he insisted on. “There you go.”

“You’re doing just fine.”

Your nose was scrunched, along with your eyes, the further you bent as the movement slightly began to fold more and more of your body. You lost count of how many times you tried to stifle a hiss from the sharp pains that kept coming.

But even when officially sat down on the soft couch, the discomfort unfortunately remained.

You slowly leaned backwards, allowing your injured side to stretch out in a way that was fully comfortable, until your back pressed into the pillows. There was a sigh of relief that huffed out of your mouth all at once and it had the tiniest smile curling at Gustavo’s lips.

“Better?” he questioned and despite your urge to close your eyes, you just looked at him. “Better. Thank you,” you confirmed, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

But before your own could meet his, it had suddenly lowered with the rest of his body. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him get onto his knees, even pushing the coffee table away so that he had more space.

And then his hands landed on your shoes, “Oh, Gustavo, you don’t--”

“Relax.”

He lifted one foot at a time, placing the bottom of your shoe on his thigh so that he could properly attack the laces. And soon, both pairs were off of your feet, now held in a singular hand.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your voice was more hushed this time, timid, as you looked down at the man who now was just looking right back at you. And then he smiled. Such a simple, but full, smile that fit his face perfectly.

Gustavo then pressed his free hand onto the floor, moved himself back a little, and then let out a slight grunt as pushed himself up to his feet.

When he had done so you had thought he was just go, leave to bring the shoes to the area you usually kept them, so you had started to shuffle your self further into the couch.

But the next thing you knew, one of your hands was brough in a gentle grasp. The step that Gustavo had taken was to get closer to the couch, and you.

He sort of hunched forward after a moment, bringing your intertwined hands his way. And then, when it was at a perfect distance, he turned them until the back of your palm faced him.

He brought his lips to your warm skin, the soft but mildly jagged skin pressing down for a good few seconds as the breath through his nostrils slightly tickled you. And then he lifted his head a little.

Gustavo met your eyes with such a wide smile that it had almost bared his teeth.

“I did.”

And after a quick squeeze to your hand, that was that. He let go.

Gustavo adjusted the grip he had on the shoes in his other hand and simply turned, retracing his steps around the coffee table before disappearing into the hallway.

Your hand was still hung in the air. Stuck same position it had been when with Gustavo’s... and then you left it fall to your chest, landing right on top of your heart that was beating so fast that you could immediately feel it.

The smile on your face was one that felt impossibly to get off.

There was a long journey still to go, and a lot of pain to follow, but there was almost no worry when you thought about it. Because, like you had convinced to convince Gustavo of earlier, you made it.

You made it back home.

#gustavo fring x reader #breaking bad x reader #better call saul x reader #gustavo fring #gender neutral reader #gus fring x reader

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glindaupland · 4 months

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The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | October 8-14th, 2023 [REVIEWS]

Wow it's about time I posted these reviews that I kept lying about (this week! tomorrow! in 10 years!) Better late than never?

In this post I'll drop a few general things about the production, but the performances are analyzed in my reviews linked here. I recommend reading those all in order since I revisit points about actors I've made previously along the way to avoid repeating myself. Also leaving a disclaimer that these performances are from October so there are some changes in what the actors are doing now (with the exception of Jeon Dong-seok since he left in November) Apologies in advance for my wordiness, but this is more of a "release my feelings for my sake and if anyone else likes it that's cool too" kind of thing? Listen - I wrote a lot of notes on my performances there. So just go in knowing this is the more coherent version of my insane looking notes app!

Before I start I want to thank a few lovely friends who helped me out with this trip because it wouldn't have gone as well as it did without them!

Thank you to @lucygold95 for helping me so much with planning over the past months and for giving me the best time in Busan. Thank you @capitanogiorgio for all the shenanigans we went through and the most special time going to the 1500th and meeting Yoon Young-seok. Thank you to @fadinglandtragedy for the fun talks and the good advice before my trip! The best part of things like this is making friends of course! : )

PERFORMANCE REVIEWS:

STAGE & THEATER

This was as close to the original staging as possible. So I was able to take it in one more (or I guess 6 more?) times post-Broadway closing. The Charlotte Theater is a lot smaller than the Majestic so every view was pretty solid in my opinion, even the second to last row. I took a video of my view from 4th row under the chandelier during the exit music on October 11th so you can see! The angel and chandelier are shown halfway through. I'd say 5th row was almost the cut off for the chandelier drop (that was my spot next day) Broadway seats in this area were always too expensive for me so I'm glad I was able to grab these spots for this production

There were photo zones you can take pics at which you've probably seen. One was a large rose wall, the other was the cute statue of their mascot 오유령. People also take forever lining up for the cast boards for photos and yes I was one of those people. Here's a comparison of the cast boards from the second season (pictures I found when reading old reviews on Naver) and the cast boards now (I forgot to take a photo of one on the top floor though)

I found this review where someone took more detailed clean photos than I did if you're curious about the layout and decorations!

MERCH AND GIFTS

The tickets had these designs! If you booked on Yes24, you received a special envelope and a ticket holder with the face of the Phantom performing for that show

I only didn't receive a second Ju-taek because that was booked on another site - Interpark (bottom middle ticket). I also received paper masks with printed autographs every day I went to commemorate the 200th performance of the run/100th for Seoul and the 1500th overall Korean performance. We used them for the curtain call photos on those two dates (with Jeon Dong-seok then Kim Ju-taek). There are multiple versions of the program book and at the time of writing this I have all except the Daegu one. The first Busan program book was pretty bare and only had the teaser pictures - the same was the case for my Les Mis program book in Busan. -There are different photos in each one, so to me it was worth grabbing them all. My third version signed by Kim Ju-taek is currently on display as you can see below! (The writing says "내 노래를 날게 해 주오 - Make my song take flight") Once again thank you to Lucy for this! 🥹❤️

Here's some of my POTO merch (including a spare cupsleeve from the coffee shop next door, I also had a keyring, but I forgot to show it) RIP to the second program book I sacrificed for scans I still have the pages stored/displayed though! I'm not wasteful! I'll have more to post soon after sharing these reviews

TRANSLATION

Let me emphasize this: my Korean abilities are limited, so don't look to me as the expert on this at all. But I'll still share my notes and perspective as an outsider who's studying The lyrics have changed quite a bit since 2001-2. There are still lines kept or songs that are mostly similar. MOTN had a lot of similarity to 2009-11 even with its changes, STYDI was identical to 2009-11, but Angel of Music was pretty different from even the last season, etc etc. The Phantoms all have unique lines sprinkled here and there, mainly in MOTN (this happens sometimes in Korean musicals). You get some things like random single line changes in some parts depending on the actor or different order/wording of the same lines as well. Just tiny diversions from the script. This is the case for the Christines and Raoul to a lesser extent. Additionally, actors are often permitted to do some occasional improvisation/ad libs. Some unique lines are pretty normal parts of their interpretations now, some appear depending on the feeling of the performance, some are one time only events. I'll mention some of the actor-specific ones and such in their actual reviews, but I have been trying to mark down all of the differences like these for example

Of course, some things obviously have to be adjusted to make sense because of cultural / linguistic reasons. So one example would be the "Wrote...written" line in Notes I. Firmin speaks rudely and informally, but quickly tries adding a more respectful ending particle 요 after Raoul and André give him a shocked 'what did you just say?' kind of look. So "대체 뭘 썼다고 하는 건데...요!" is pretty much like "What the hell are you saying I wrote?" André would look so embarrassed by this each time 🫣

퇴근길 / STAGE DOOR

Stage door doesn't really work the same as it does in places like New York, London, etc. Most of the time if an actor comes out it's more like a quick greeting or chat with the fans. Some actors (not in this case) might sign or take photos in designated spots, but it really depends and it's not so common. It's gotten more restricted ever since COVID as well. 퇴근길 -> "way home from work" is literally what this is called. Dong-seok did wave at us a few times happily after the 200th performance, Gun-ha briefly came out to thank fans after the 1500th while Ceci and I waited to meet Young-seok who had agreed to meet us. I did not have the time (or strength) for the Seung-woo mob, but he usually greets fans after shows.

I literally asked Yoon Young-seok directly on Instagram if Ceci and I could meet him and give him gifts because I figured it didn't hurt to try! When he agreed, my anxiety was not necessarily about meeting an actor, but more about my ability to express my thoughts in another language. But he was truly the sweetest guy and incredibly patient. I think he got that I understood everything he said, but that replying was a whole other challenge. I'm glad I was making enough sense that he was able to get my points and helped me finish sentences if I looked stressed about it 😂 I basically told him I had been planning this trip since the cast announcement because it was too perfect to miss and that I came for 6 shows. I really like to listen to his Phantom on the cast recordings and I thought he made the shows I had seen so far so much fun.

We both said where we were from (the US and France) and he was amazed. He was also shocked when I pulled out my original Korean cast recording (I still laugh thinking about the way he said "와, 세상에!" like "Wow, oh my god!" and enthusiastically took it agreeing to sign when I was mid-way asking him haha) I also thought it was funny when he asked Ceci if she saw his Phantom last season. We wish! But she mentioned she had gone to Busan a few times and he looked very touched and appreciative that we went to multiple performances 🥹 This poor man was tired he signed our things with November (11.13) though and he also spelled Ceci's name wrong first time, but it was the 1500th show though okay. And if he says it's November...who are we to question him? Ceci should also legally change names so he isn't wrong. Anyway, ramble over you can find the art we made for him in this post

OTHER

Here's just bonus fun I had that I will manage to connect to POTO despite it not being POTO because I love doing that. I mean I went because I like these musicals as well (otherwise I would've been foolish enough to go see Ben-Hur but I have, uh, standards for my plots sorry to Park Eun-tae 😭), but it's fun to point out these things. I'm happy to share my show experiences in a different post if anyone's interested in my thoughts on those

Rebecca

I went to see Rebecca, mainly focused on seeing a scheduled date for 이지혜 Lee Ji-hye (Ich) and 장은아 Jang Eun-ah (Mrs Danvers). The whole cast was fantastic. Some Korean musicals have special encore bits they do where the leads sing a part of a song from the show during bows so that was really fun. Unfortunately, we don't get to have fun at POTO like that haha

Lee Ji-hye was in Y&K Phantom as Christine in the same cast as Jeon Dong-seok (Erik), Yoon Young-seok (Gérard Carrière), and Lee Sang-jun (Cholet). Two other cast members in Rebecca were in Y&K as well - 에녹 Enoch (Maxim) who was Philippe and 신영숙 Shin Young-sook (Mrs Danvers) who was Carlotta. Sadly, they had such few shows this season due to a busy schedule, so I couldn't see them (when will trot give Enoch back to musicals). Original Korean ALW Raoul and Y&K Erik 류정한 Ryu Jeong-han was also on rotation as Maxim, but I picked another day for my show so I didn't see him either

Les Misérables

I went to opening night of Les Mis in Busan! It was the Dream Theater, same place POTO played at before. As many of you already know, Choi Jae-rim is playing Jean Valjean at the same time as the Phantom.

I could recognize him easily as the Phantom, but honestly when he appeared at the very start of Les Mis it took me a minute to process that it was him! While I did enjoy his Phantom a lot, I think I enjoyed his Valjean performance a little more. It was only opening night, so curious to see how things develop!

The actor who played Javert that night, 카이 Kai (stage name), was a former Y&K Erik for two seasons too. So many Phantoms!

Frankenstein

On the last day I got to see Dong-seok and Ji-hye once more in a concert for the musical Frankenstein which they have been in together. So have some pics I took without a mask blocking his face!

Ending Note

Thinking back to December 2022 when I said: "Maybe I'll go to Seoul and see Dong-seok once or twice and that's it, I can have my first international POTO" That was funny. That was really very very funny and silly of me to say. 9 performances and 6 of those were POTO! But I'm so grateful and I have zero regrets about it. This is one of the best experiences I've had even if it might look ridiculous to some people to do something like this...I don't care! I hope my crazy essays can help paint a good picture for you!

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yourbelgianthings · 6 months

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taz november celebration fic 2: card prompt share

it’s ya boi’s first steeplechase fic, featuring emerich and montrose!! ~800 words, no tws and no spoilers @taznovembercelebration

When Emerich Dreadway and Montrose Pretty were first hired at Poppy's Place in Ustaben, they each began trying to analyze each other from the moment they met. Beef Punchley, their third coworker, seemed to have all his cards on the table for now, but between Montrose's mask and all the time Emerich spent alone back in his lab, there had to be something hidden there. As the days and weeks went by, the trio settled into their routine at the arcade: Beef took care of any problems with customers and promoted his arm wrestling game, Emerich kept everything in good working order (interacting with customers as little as possible), and Montrose was the cashier at the prize counter. Their manager was an old man named Poppy Mervin, but at their request, he just stayed in his office as much as possible. They were all perfectly competent at but extremely overqualified for these simple jobs.

Every night, each man dreamed of his own version of something better, and every morning, woke up facing another day of work, just as deeply unfulfilled. Emerich always looked forward to the arcade closing so he could go work on his own projects in his lab, where he could create things rather than simply repairing them. He would often stay up late into the night, falling asleep hunched over his worktable or onto the floor of his lab. Beef and Montrose always invited Emerich to spend time with them in the evenings, going out to dinner, playing cards (which Beef always wound up turning into some kind of bet), or whatever else they could come up with, but he rarely accepted. One night, though, Montrose told Beef it was a perfect opportunity for each of them to take some "me time". Once he was sure Beef had left, he slipped into the back and knocked on Emerich's door.

"Oh Emerich, anyone home?" he asked in his smooth southern drawl.

"Yes," replied Emerich, and as Montrose opened the door, he saw that Emerich had not moved or looked up from his work at all."

"It's good to see you, Montrose, but I don't really want to talk now."

"Well that's perfect, I don't either." He pulled up a chair on the other side of the large worktable, took some wood and a knife "borrowed" from Whittle Around out of his coat pocket, and quietly began working. His mask projected a neutral expression, but underneath, he allowed himself a slight smile. The shared quiet was deeply calming. Montrose Pretty could act his ass off, and was the smoothest talker around, often even convincing himself so much that he forgot he was playing a role. Every once in a while though, he remembered, and then it wasn't so easy. That's part of why he loved spending time at The Future is You, because there were no expectations. Sure, it was still a bit of a role, the dutiful son of the loving nuclear family, but he was doing it for himself, not because someone else wanted something from him. Emerich was surprised that Montrose had actually stayed quiet this whole time, he hadn't thought that was possible.

"Hey Montrose, take a look at this?" he asked quietly, gesturing towards the hardlight he was currently tinkering with. Montrose set down his work and got up to look over his companion's shoulder.

“Sure, Emerich, I can see it, but you're going to have to tell me what it is, unless that's some kind of trade secret." They both laughed, and Emerich excitedly launched into a detailed explanation. Montrose had never heard him talk this much before, but he could tell it came so easily when the topic was his passion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize how long I had been going on," Emerich said, his voice tinged with shame. "You must be so bored by now."

"Not at all," Montrose reassured him. "It's fascinating, and I talk pretty much all day, so I'll take the chance to listen." He reached back across the table and set what he had been working on down on Emerich's non-slip mat: a small figure of a ghost, wearing glasses similar to Emerich's own. Before he had a chance to say thank you or anything else, Montrose had slipped out of the lab. That was okay, though. Their evening together had alleviated some of his loneliness, and he hadn't had someone care to listen to him talk about hardlight since he had been a Creationeer.

In the back bedroom, as Montrose laid down on the top bunk (Beef had the bottom one and there was a mattress on the floor for Emerich) and stared at the ceiling, he actually felt relaxed. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way, but that didn't matter right now, he was just glad to have shared that time with Emerich.

#message from mirph #the adventure zone #taz steeplechase #taz november celebration #mirph’s manuscripts #fanfic #taz fanfic #montrose pretty #griffin mcelroy #emerich dreadway #clint mcelroy

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yorutsuki · 1 day

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「 ✦ Artistic Notes ✦ 」

↳ It started with a small drawing and a compliment, which then grew into a anonymous friendship.

Michealangelo x Reader

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Adding the finishing touches, you sighed with relief as you stood up—some joints cracking from the sudden change in movement.

You looked down at your chalk-art masterpiece. It was probably one of the most detailed pieces you've done with the compressed powder. The lines were smooth and the shading was just the right color and opacity—the features were visible and at the right proportion and angles.

You grinned, satisfied with your work but frowned as you checked your clock. It was already around 1 am.

Quickly giving a small prayer to whoever rules over luck, to grant you the luck of it not raining before heading off the roof and to your apartment.

Yes, you lived in a small apartment fit for one, though you had got lucky as you managed to snag the penthouse room which granted you access to the roof where you could thus spread your amazing skills.

...

Unfortunately, the next morning you realized you had forgot to bring the chalk down with you before heading to bed.

Quickly you made a dash upstairs to make sure nobody stole it. Even though you were the only one who had access to the roof, there had been news of sightings about some gang named 'the foot', honestly, it was a stupid name.

Who'd wanna be referred to as a foot? That's one of the most sweaty and disgusting limbs on the body...—well for most.

Yeah, the clan could have better things to do than steal chalk, but you didn't want to take chances as chalk these days are expensive as shit—with inflation going on and all.

Finally making it up to the roof, you quickly spotted the box of 24 pieces, though you also spotted a colorful piece next to yours.

Quickly scanning the area for anyone, you made your way towards your supplies and the new addition.

It was a little drawing of a chibi turtle with a orange mask saying, 'That looks sick 10/10!' with a thumbs up.

Your heart warmed at the small message though you didn't know how to feel about it. How did someone manage to get on your roof?

....

I meannnn...Is it really that bad? They left you a cute message and they seemed to be quite the cute artist.

With a small smile, you took the box of chalk and went down to your room once more—waiting until the night falls once more.

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With a giddy feeling, you quickly made your ways towards your roof (yes, you've claimed it as yours 😈) and starting drawing another piece under the old one, though this time with a small message.

'Thank you, thank you! I quite like it myself :)

U don't seem too bad either.'

You were contemplating if you shoudl change it or write something more. Not wanting to dote on it any longer, you ignored your overthinking before heading back down stairs—a excited smile plastering your face as you were eager for the next morning to come.

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Your smile grew as you made your way towards your roof and saw that there was a new message.

':O

I tried it out, it may not be the best but its something? :')'

Right beside the messy writing, there was drawn the same orange-masked ninja-like turtle. The drawing was much more detailed though as it had more shading and colorful highlights. The chalk piece itself was a bit messy but it made it look like a fun collage piece.

...

Later in the evening, near the same time, you were on the roof top thinking of what to reply;

'Dang, you ever heard color theory? Also, you seem to really like turtles' You wrote, drawing a small chibi version of your oc—just a bit underneath the anon's chalk piece.

'now we wait.' You thought.

...

The exchange of notes between you and anon had been going on for days at this point, and soon a few days had turned into a few weeks.

The two of you had gotten closer and learnt more about each other; Anon liked the color orange, had three other brothers and a cat, loved dancing and skate boarding, etc. At this rate, it was safe to say you were like very good 'online' bestfriends.

It also seemed like luck was always by your side on the roof at night, as not once had it rained before either one of you got to see the others message.

Unfortunately, that would also be cut short as your luck ran out this night.

You waited on your couch, catching up on some good series that you procrastinated on for a good chunk. Finally, it came to quite a exciting scene, but thats when you heard small taps on your windows—it eventually growing from single small taps to multiple patters at a fast rate.

You decided not to pay mind to it as the rain never really bothered you. Well, until now.

Quickly realizing your naivity, you threw your blanket to the side and headed towards the roof—wanting to make sure your messages were preserved.

As you made it to the roof, you had a hard time navigating as the rain poured down harder by the second, though it didn't hinder your vision to the point where you couldn't see the dark silohuette on your roof.

You carefully grabbed anything within your reach before carefully making your way towards the said figure. With each step, the outlines became clearer until what you saw before you wasn't a human, but a mutant turtle.

You stood a bit aways, leaving space between the two of you, and fortunately, it didn't notice you yet. Though something about it made you feel..sad?

The mutant kneeled down to the ground, seeming to inspect the once beautiful chalk pictures before it sighed and got up.

You furrowed your brows, squinting your eyes to try getting a better view of it, though it seemed to beat you to it..

You froze in place, tightening your grip on your 'weapon' as the mutant's gaze stayed frozen onto you.

"Uhh...This is just a dream!" He said before slowly backing away.

You snapped out of your daze. For some reason your body inched closer towards him, something felt...familiar? And that's when it hit you,

"Mikey?" You spoke, dropping your weapon.

The turtle was taken aback before inching just a bit closer. "{Y/N}?"

A/N: UDVYUWBIUVUYAVD, I can't, it was sooo much better in my head. This fic was supposed to be short, concise and sweet but it wasn't. 😭, My boy doesn't deserve this.

I promise i'll make another one. Feel free to comment any character suggestions or scenerios, my inbox is always open!

#scenerios #x reader #oneshot #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mikey #michealangelo #tmnt michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #mikey 2012 #michealangelo 2012 #mikey x reader #michealangelo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt x y/n

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Sunny Day Jack - Post-Interview Side A

Hey, remember that reader-insert writing exercise that I did with Elias yesterday? Well, I decided to do it again, only with a twist. This time I wanted to see if I could write something with a similar neutral first person feel, but with my version of the MC in mind as I wrote it... or at a version of my MC.

Since this is a story about Joseph set after the infamous interview with the obnoxious reporter back in the ‘80s, this would be Mary loving on Joseph instead of Alice. (Though it could be Alice after traveling through time...)

While I did have a specific character in my mind when writing this spicy bit of flash fiction, I’ve used neutral terms on the part of the narrator. No mention of the MC’s name, gender, appearance, or genitals is involved in this very much Adults Only tale, so you’re free to fill in those details as you please.

I hope you enjoy this little exercise of mine with whatever MC you prefer to imagine. Please let me know what you think~

...

“So how did the interview go?”

Joseph had been in the middle of brooding when I found him sitting on the greenroom’s beat up old sofa. Upon hearing my voice, his head snapped upward and that beautiful smile I knew and love lit up his face as our eyes met. He had been so distracted by his thoughts that he didn’t notice me approach him until I spoke up.

He probably didn’t hear me lock the door behind me once I noticed that we were the only ones here.

My name barely left his lips before I leaned in to snatch a quick kiss from him. Joseph recovered from his surprise much faster this time, and before I knew it, he pulled me into his lap. He stifled my startled yelp with another kiss, this one much deeper and tasting of smoke and cinnamon as he filled my mouth with his tongue. He only relented and allowed the kiss to eventually end when we were both left breathless and panting.

Joseph didn’t let me up, giving me a wide smile as he cuddled me close. “It was fine and dandy lemon candy.”

I knew Joseph well enough to know that when he switched into ‘Jack’ mode levels of cheer when it was just the two of us, he was either being playful or masking how he was really feeling. The tension in his face told me it was the second option this time. “Okay, now tell me how you really feel, starlight.”

His smile started to falter at the edges and Joseph chuckled softly without humor. “I can’t fool you, can I, sunshine?”

I lightly tapped his painted nose, and he blinked, letting out another chuckle that sounded a bit more genuine. “Nope. Not now, not ever.”

Joseph sighed and let the Jack mask slip a little despite all the makeup on his face and the primary colored costume he wore. “It went fine enough, I guess,” he admitted, sounding tired. “At least the suits didn’t complain about me ending it early this time.”

“That bad huh?” I said before I leaned up to give him another kiss. “I think I know what might cheer you up.”

That brought a genuine smile back to his face, though there was a familiar hunger to it now as Joseph caught the suggestiveness in my voice. “Oh really? What do you have in mind, sunshine?”

I answered with my hips instead of my lips, taking full advantage of my position to grind my crotch into his. Joseph bit back a groan as I felt him quickly grow hard underneath me, his erection straining against his clown pants. He dug his fingers into my thighs, coaxing me to keep grinding into him. It was a rather clumsy lap dance, but he certainly didn’t mind.

It was risky doing this at the studio. We could get caught if we were too loud, but at least if someone tried to come in they would have to knock first. Last month we forgot about the lock and nearly got caught while having some fun in his dressing room. It was a good thing they didn’t notice me underneath the table or what I was doing down there.

I shivered as Joseph said my name in that rich, husky tone of his that carried so many delicious promises. He started kissing a line down my chin, and I tipped my head back to bare my neck to him.

“Sunshine, I love you so much,” Joseph murmured against my skin, his voice ticklish. He nipped me there gently, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from making a sound.

He was impatient today, his hands pawing underneath my clothes to fondle my chest without even bothering to remove his silly cartoony gloves first. That was fine, I could tell that he needed the stress relief, and I was only too happy to give it to him.

“I love you too,” I answered in a breathless whisper once I was sure I wasn’t going to make any embarrassing noises. “So mu-ah!”

I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my cry as Joseph already worked his way into my pants. Even with those gloves on, his fingers were magic, teasing my sweet spots and making me see stars.

Joseph was quick to replace my hand with his mouth, plundering it greedily with his tongue. I returned the kiss just as needily as I rocked into him, trying to grind up against his hardon as well as drive his fingers deeper inside.

My pants were off quickly after that. Joseph was an expert at undressing me while I was distracted. Not to be outdone, I went for his belt and pants, quickly setting his dick free. I couldn’t strip him while I was riding his lap like this, especially when someone might call for ‘Jack’ to do some more PR work at any moment, but I could still make him tremble and stifle a moan as I stroked his rock hard dick.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Joseph whispered, his voice rough from trying to keep quiet despite my ministrations. He barely held back a moan, instead hissing through his teeth as I applied a bit more pressure. “Shit, yes… just like that. Fuck.”

It made me giggle hearing ‘Sunny Day Jack’ swear like a sailor, but I didn’t have much time to focus on it, not with the way he was plunging his fingers deeper inside me. I buried my face in his neck to keep quiet as he spread me open and readied me to take him.

It was too risky to go at this for multiple rounds, and we both wanted him inside me, so Joseph didn’t waste anymore time. He pulled his fingers out and gripped my hip with one hand as he used the other to guide his cock into my needy hole.

I had to bite his neck to keep from crying out as Joseph eased his way into me, mindful of his size relative to mine. He was so big and hot, almost too much, but I was used to the delicious stretch of him filling me to the brim as I eagerly took every inch of him.

“That’s it,” Joseph practically purred in my ear, making me shiver. He pulled my hips down until they were flush with his, and somehow he managed to keep his pleasured moan just above a whisper. “Yes… just like that. Take it all. You’re so good for me, sunshine.”

I moaned against his neck, struggling to keep quiet. “J-Jo-”

His mouth quickly moved to capture mine in a kiss that was smoke and fire. Joseph took control of my movements then, grabbing my ass and hips to ease me back up only to bring me down on him again. He was so strong. It was moments like these that reminded me just how much stronger he was than me. He could lift me so effortlessly and take control even when I was the one on top, but I loved the control he had over me and how he could drive me crazy so easily.

My name was his mantra in my ear, mixed with praise that bordered on worship. “Fuck. You’re taking me… nnh… so well.” A grunt escaped him as he started to pick up the pace, slamming my hips down on his without mercy. “God… if you squeeze me like that… I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Please,” I moaned, though I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for by that point. Everything was a haze of pleasure and love as time and place nearly lost all meaning. There was nothing in the moment but the two of us. It was all I could do to keep the world outside the locked door in mind as I struggled to stay quiet. I almost lost it when he started using his fingers on me along with his dick, determined to make me cum first.

“Almost there,” Joseph moaned, his breathless voice so fucking sexy I could hardly stand it. “Cum for me, sunshine. Cum for me…”

The way Joseph moaned my name as he pleaded for me to cum was too much. A burst of white hot pleasure hit my brain and sent me to heaven. I barely noticed I lost control of my voice before his mouth covered mine to quiet me, soon stifling his own noises of pleasure against my lips as he came inside me.

Warm. It was so warm, our love and his embrace, the way he filled me with it until it overflowed. I was surrounded in blissful warmth as I came down from the high, holding onto Joseph just as tightly as he did to me.

For a time, we simply basked in that warmth and each other. We both knew that we couldn’t hide away in here for much longer. The outside world would soon come knocking at our door, demanding more and more from the star of the SunnyTime Crew show. In a few minutes, he would have to be out that door to be the same squeaky clean Sunny Day Jack that belonged to everyone across the nation.

But, in these stolen moments, when the world no longer mattered, he was just Joseph, and he was only mine.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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starry-nights12 · 10 months

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Play Among The Stars

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)

Word Count:2,227

Tags: Angst, Established Relationship, Firelight Member Jinx, Bittersweet

Summary:

"Am I your girl?" Jinx asked softly.

Ekko sat and stared at her for a minute.

The two cities was on a verge of civil war, Enforcers invaded The Lanes looking for her, and riots happens were an almost daily occurrence.

The world as they knew it was shattered because of her actions.

Author's Note:

As kids, Jinx and her siblings going out to do jobs while Ekko usually stayed behind.

Now as adults, Jinx takes Ekko to Piltover for the first time.

I completely forgot about this idea until I talked to @redrum-alice. Go check out their art! It's amazing🫶♥️

Thank you @su-univeralai for beta reading!

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It's been a few months since Jinx bombed the council chambers.

The Enforcers and residents have been on high alert ever since, never knowing when the blue-haired menace would strike again.

Her wanted posters were plastered everywhere in Piltover and Zaun, yet no one has seen her since.

A new, bigger barricade was built on the bridge. There was an influx of Enforcers patrolling the streets below and terrorizing The Lanes on a daily basis.

Unbeknownst to them, a monkey mask and owl were in the shadows peering over the edge of the highest roof.

Jinx chuckled as she zoomed in on them with her lens, she lightly smacked his arm. "Look at those dumbasses," her mask distorted her voice to be more high-pitched and robotic.

"Sooo busy monitoring the potential terror from below that they're clueless from the threat from up above."

Ekko hummed in agreement, "I remember. You told me that after you bombed the Enforcers, you strolled in to get the gemstone." His mask contrasted with how his voice modulator deepened his voice.

Jinx guffawed. "I did! Those dummies were so cocky by not adding extra security to their prized possession. But I showed them!" She bragged.

"And that you didn't have a disguise," Ekko added.

Jinx shrugged, "I already use spray paint to draw and trademark my work. There was no way I was gonna let some chump claim the biggest robbery in history."

He pursed his lips and faintly nodded as if to say, 'Fair enough'.

He stared up at the sky. The stars and moon were much more visible on this side.

Jinx took off her mask, inhaling deeply with a sigh, "Breathe in that fresh, Piltie air, Little Man. This was what you've been missing." She stretched her arms out and twirled.

Ekko did the same, their air was more breathable than the dense smog they were used to inhaling growing up.

He clenched his fist and glared at the sky. They've turned something as simple as clean air into a fucking luxury.

Her magenta eyes always glowed softly in the night, with small blue veins around the corners.

When he thought she died on the bridge a part of him died too. They were a permanent reminder of how even though he kicked the bomb, he failed to save her. Again.

You should have done better. She almost died. If you were successful then she wouldn't have needed shimmer to save her life.

Fuck, If you could have found another way of convincing her to leave Silco then we would have still been friends. We wouldn't have fought on the bridge in the first place.

Jinx's giddy chuckling brought him out of his thoughts. "You think I've become their version of the Boogie Man?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, "The Boogie Man?" He repeated wryly.

"Yeah, like," she stood upright with her arm behind her back.

"Listen to your parents, kids," She said in a gruff voice, wagging her finger as she paced.

"Do your chores, eat your vegetables, do your homework, and go to bed on time. Or else the big, bad Jinx will crawl through your window and get ya!" She snickered then cracked up.

She wore a wide, playful smile. He loved the small gap in her teeth and freckles adorning her face. It was adorable.

But back to the topic at hand, it made Ekko scoff.

Just yesterday while out in the market gathering supplies, he and his brothers helped intervene with Enforcers harassing a vendor and his family.

"I think they've been using us Zaunites as monsters for their bedtime stories for years. They just have a name and face to it now," He said.

"Besides, they're more a threat to us than anything. They've always been."

"Exactly!" She pointed at him. "They never cared about us. They've always ignored us until I made it known that we can fuck their shit up. We can ruin everything just like they did for us."

We.

He didn't doubt that someone from the Undercity could attempt to start another revolt on how mistreated they'd been for decades.

It just so happened that the one who lit the fuse was his best friend.

Ekko sat down with his arm on his knee, "Do you ever regret it?"

Jinx's eyes momentarily widened before they narrowed at him, "Why would you ask that? I know you aren't going soft on the Pilties."

His lips curled, and he wrinkled his nose, "Of course not."

"I know you wouldn't. But why would you ask that? I'm just confused."

"It's just that if you didn't, you wouldn't be a fugitive. You'd be free."

She would have liked that.

Her and Ekko, hand in hand without a care in the world. They would be able to go on dates like everyone else - doing a little PDA while they were at it.

They would have been able to go to more places than their Firelight base, shimmer raids, her hideout, and now atop a rooftop in Piltover.

She frowned then sat next to him, "It's true. I do miss being able to wander around like I used to." She linked their arms and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I wish we could go on dates in public. You wouldn't have to worry about being arrested with me," She murmured then sighed softly.

She shook her head and quickly licked her lips before she got her answer out. "But, I don't regret killing them. Those bastards had it coming for years," She affirmed.

"If I didn't do it then someone else in The Lanes would have. I just happened to be the one brave enough to do something about it.

They don't treat us like people. They've always treated us like abused animals. They watch us struggle through cages, laughing at how uncivilized we are compared to them," she squeezed his arm tightly.

"They've enjoyed our suffering for too long. Enjoyed keeping us in check about who really is in charge of everything. There's only so much a person can take before they snap."

Her eyes seemed to glow brighter. Her lips pulled back into a snarl and her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily.

He didn't say anything for a minute and stared at her.

There was a threat of civil war between the two cities. Enforcers have flooded The Lanes determined to find the domestic terrorist. Riots between them and Zaunites were an almost daily occurrence.

He had one or three drinks - he loved his people, but sometimes he wanted alone time to de-stress - he was leaving the bar when he saw them.

The two women were searching for her.

Caitlyn relayed what happened at the canary, her hatred for Jinx was evident even under her calm tone. Her eyes were determined as she informed him about what happened.

They were a stark contrast to Vi, who had acquired bags under her eyes with her hair slightly mussed. She asked if he had seen her little sister anywhere.

Jinx told him about the tea party. He told them he hadn't seen her since that night on the bridge.

It was to protect Jinx.

It was also to keep both women safe from her.

The consequences of Jinx's actions were the reason why their entire world was on the brink of collapse.

Her heart stalled when he removed his arm.

What did I do wrong? Is he mad at me? Disappointed? I’ve never seen him disappointed in me before. There's no reason for him to. Is there? He wanted to know how I felt, and I answered honestly.

Gosh. This was supposed to be a date. Talking about the state of affairs of two stupid cities is definitely not romantic.

Her worries were quickly dispelled when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

Maybe they should have waited. Then it would be that person's problems instead of Jinx's. But even then, she would still be wanted for murdering those Enforcers.

Ultimately, he couldn't change the past. He had to live through the present.

Despite everything that was happening, he loves her.

He was in love with her since he was fourteen, and he loved her now. No matter how messy things were, he would forever be thankful to have her back in his life.

She glanced at him and gently knocked her knee against his. He spread his legs to make room for her, she moved to sit in between them, resting her legs on top of his.

Her hand cupped his nape and the back of his head as she pressed their foreheads together.

"Am I your girl?" She asked softly.

He always thought he would die with his unrequited crush. He was too nervous to tell her as kids, then everything in their lives fell apart.

She wanted him out of her life, so they went their separate ways.

They only met each other on the battlefield. He knew it was foolish, but a part of him still longed and cared for her.

But seven years later, the impossible happened- a miracle if you will. They were currently entranced by the other's presence.

He cradled her cheeks, his thumb rubbing comforting circles. "You will always be my girl. Nothing will ever change that, Jinx. I promise," He asseverated.

She leaned into his touch and smiled, her eyes softening.

She already knew the answer, but her heart swelled with pride and filled her with such an immense amount of warmth in her entire being from hearing him confirm it.

She brushed a stray dreadlock from his eyes and pushed it behind his ear. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips.

She darted her gaze into his eyes, he closed them, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited eagerly for her.

She placed her soft, purple lips tenderly around the edges of his mouth and lingered.

A decidedly pleasant shiver ran down his spine as her tongue slowly glided across his lower lip.

Her teeth caught onto his lower lip, gentle tugging switched to lightly sucking them. He felt her smirk on his lip as she drew out a quiet moan from him.

She had barely done anything, yet excitement burst within him as it was the first time they kissed.

It didn't matter how many times they did this, he always craved her. His heart, mind, body, and even his very soul belonged to her.

She was alive.

She was here.

And she loves you.

She wants you as much as you want her.

Only her.

She released his lip, faintly brushing hers against his.

He leaned in to finally connect their mouths, but he opened his eyes when she covered his mouth with her hand and wore a cheshire grin.

"You gotta admit though, I came up with the best date idea," She boasted.

He suppressed his groan of disappointment. She can be such a tease when she wants to be.

He rolled his eyes as he held her wrist to move her hand away. He let out an amused huff, "Alright. No need to make it a contest."

"Because you'd know I’d win." She gently wiggled his wide nose in between her fingers and then flicked it.

She giggled as she got up to stand and slapped a hand over her mouth to conceal her startled laugh. Ekko had smacked her ass as payback.

She glared at him over her shoulder. "Stop you perv! Gods," She chastised playfully, swatting his hand away.

He chuckled mischievously, biting his lower lip that failed to restrain his cheeky grin.

She shook her head and tittered. She's been rubbing off on him.

"Piltover this," she held her right hand and moved her hips in that direction. "Zaun that," she held her left hand and repeated the action.

"Forget about them!" She clapped her hands then spun around in his direction. "I feel like dancing!"

"But there's no music."

"Yeah, there is. Our voices can make music. It's called singing!"

He snickered, "Fair point. What did you have in mind, Sugarbomb?"

"Hmmmmm...." she pressed her finger against her lips, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

A grin broke out and she clapped her hands together. "I got it. Hold on," she cleared her throat and hit her chest for good measure.

"Fly me to the moon. And let me play among the stars," she gestured to the sky.

"Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand," she offered her hands.

Ekko held them and she helped him stand. She placed her hands on his shoulder as he put his on her waist.

"In other words," she looked at her boyfriend expectantly.

Ekko chuckled softly. "Baby, kiss me," He sang.

Jinx stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

They continued like that, singing to each other while swaying gently.

They got lost in each other's eyes and never wanted to be found.

Everything and everyone disappeared. Nothing else mattered because they were the only people in the world at that moment.

They could momentarily forget the harsh reality of the world as they danced.

They were a couple enjoying a romantic night under the moonlight and stars.

Two lovers.

A woman with her man.

A fugitive with her harborer.

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