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mad4turtles · 2 years

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Hoooooow about Leosagi First Meeting and Impressions?! Sprinkle in whatever you want in that, go wild! 👀

Ask and ye shall receive!

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First Impressions

As far as first impressions go, this isn't the worst.

Sure, trying to save a stranger in the Hidden City from a gang of Yokai kidnappers (and look cool doing it as a treat) isn't an ideal way of making friends, but if it works, it works, right?

Except it didn't.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

Leo takes a deep breath and sighs. “Yup,” he pops, staring blearily at his lap. “Didn't sleep much anyways.”

“Me neither,” the stranger replies. Leo hasn't gotten around to asking him his name. Probably due to his plan to save him ending with Leo being beaten up, disarmed and kidnapped with him.

So, yeah. Not the best first impression.

Still, what was he supposed to do? Just ignore someone in danger? Even if they looked like they could handle themselves—the fight had been brief but Leo would be blind not to notice the rabbit Yokai's skill and grace with his blade, faster than anything Leo had ever seen.

Even so, the goons had numbers and size on their side, and really, Leo should have, could have, portalled them to safety rather than show off only to get rinsed. Pride will always be his downfall.

(And cute rabbit samurai boys, apparently.)

Leo squirms, adjusting his numb body as much as he's able. His ass is asleep, and he can't feel his fingers. “Yeah, sorry,” he mutters. “Turtles don't exactly make the best pillows.”

“No, that's not it.” The other boy shifts, tugging the ropes binding them back to back around their chests. His voice is rough with exhaustion, but Leo can hear a smile in it. “Your shell is actually quite comfy.”

“Oh,” Leo blinks. “Really?”

“Yes. It's the, uh... well, everything else that kept me awake. Also, I'm certain I've lost circulation in my wrists now.”

The boy flexes his fingers, accidentally brushing Leo's where they're tied behind his shell. He just fights a shiver. “Y-Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah. As far as kidnappings go, this is one of the most uncomfortable. If I lose a finger because someone got too eager with knots, I'll sue.”

The boy snorts. “You'll sue them for that but not the beating and kidnapping?”

Leo shrugs, jostling the ropes again. Man, this is uncomfortable. “What can I say? A turtle has standards.”

The boy snickers. “Well, should this ever happen again, I shall refer my kidnappers to you for constructive criticism.”

Leo barks a laugh. “Trust me, buddy, I know what I'm talking about.”

“Considering our predicament, I'm not sure that's something to be bragging about.”

“That's how I cope.”

“Then you should see a professional.”

“Ugh, you sound like my brother.”

“He sounds like a wise turtle.”

“You haven't met him. He's an asshole.”

The boy chuckles, and another silence falls, lighter than the last. Leo takes the time to look around their temporary prison. The back of the loaded pick-up truck, loaded with all manner of junk from useless to semi-useful, boxes them in close enough for Leo to feel claustrophobic. Small drilled holes shed little light but offer a generous amount of air so they don't suffocate before the transfer. Wherever or whenever that is.

How long has it been since they were caught and stuffed in here? Hours? Maybe a day? Leo couldn't check even if he did have his phone.

The guys are gonna kill me.

(Unless these Yokai kill you first) a nasty voice whispers. Leo shakes his head and buries the thought deep with every other bad thought.

Focus. They need to get out of here. The bastards had taken Leo's swords and shuriken and the other boy's sick-looking katanas. There has to be something in here they can use, right? A mystic buzz-saw? A piece of broken glass—?

A sheen catches his eye. Leo whips his head to find it—

His face drops.

“... Hey, um... how long have our swords been sitting there?”

The boy jolts, twisting and pulling the ropes to follow Leo's eyes. Leo wheezes, but the rabbit pays no heed and gapes at their swords resting innocently against the far wall. “Seriously? Seriously.”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Rule number two of kidnapping: don't leave sharp things or your captives' weapons within reach or view of said captives.”

“Sorera no baka!”

“Agreed.” He cranes his neck to grin at the rabbit, firmly ignoring how close their noses are and wow, his eyes are so pink, nearly red but softer. “What say we blow this popsicle stand, my good man?”

The rabbit blinks those big pink eyes. “I'm not sure what that means, but if it involves leaving, certainly.” He grins back, flashing two adorably big front teeth—

Oh, Leo is screwed.

He clears his throat again—is it hot in here, why's he so sweaty?—and turns around. “Cool! Cool cool cool. Alright, let's do this, uh... Can you stand?”

Lucky for them, the goons had bound their hands but not their ankles, so getting up is—not easy but manageable with minimal noise. It's easier still to shuffle towards their conveniently placed weapons and crouch low enough for them to start cutting away at the ropes. So far, so good.

Leo sawed away, the rabbit keeping an ear out for commotion outside. Halfway through, Leo swallowed what (stupid, stupid) pride he had left and spoke up. “Um... so, I think I should apologise.”

The rabbit twitched. “Hm?”

Leo bit his lip. God, he hates this. “I mean, y'know... for getting us into this mess. I don't know why these guys are after you, but if it weren't for me, you'd have probably gotten away safe. I just... I was trying to play the 'cool hero' again to think 'hey, maybe this is a dangerous situation and getting caught would be a very bad thing!', y'know? I'm workin' on it, but...”

Another silence. Leo saws away and ducks his head.

Then the bunny huffs. “I will admit, watching teleport and deciding not to use it to get us out of there was not your best idea.”

Leo wilts like a flower, but the bunny isn't done.

“However, I will also admit that I could have run from the fight instead of trying to tackle six bounty hunters alone.” He chuckles mirthlessly. “My sensei always told me my pride would be my downfall.”

Leo almost stops sawing. He looks over his shoulder to find the bunny looking back, an awkward smile on his face. Face hot and chest warm with something new, Leo mirrors it. “Guess there's something we both need to work on,” he says.

The bunny snickers and Leo is sure he's not imagining the pink dusting on furry freckled cheeks. “Indeed. Perhaps, fates permitting...” he shrugs, “we could work on it together?”

Oh, sweet Hot Soup in the sky this is the best day of my life!

“Y-Yeah!” Leo squeaks—shit—then clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, we could, uh, totally do that! For sure.”

“Good. Also, I... I never caught your name.”

“Oh! Uh, it's Leonardo, but everyone calls me Leo. Or Leon, or Lee, or Nardo, but mostly Leo.” Shut the hell up mouth, you're embarrassing me! “W-What's your name?”

And there's that dorky stupid smile again. “Miyamoto Usagi.”

Again, Leo mirrors it just as the ropes finally snap. “Usagi. Cool.”

When the goons finally come to check on their cargo, they only have time to gawk as the turtle and the rabbit, grinning wide and cheeky, fall through the floor in a flash of blue.

Leo finds his phone blown up with several missed calls, worried texts and voice mails, and a new number in his contacts.

Not a bad first impression after all.

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#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles #leosagi #katana shipping #rottmnt fic #I love these two even though i know virtually nothing about Usagi or how he'd be in Rise!#If season 3 happens I need Usagi to be in it #i need usagi to be in rise #my writing #my fic

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aesopsbaby · 5 months

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Hey Ace! How are you?? Hows your day going?

I just wanted to stop by and wish you a happy birthday (I didn't know if it was today or tomorrow but- I'm already giving it lol), hope you always know that you are someone I admire greatly, your talent in the arts is incredible and I truly fall in love with each one of them fr. Not only talent in the arts but also in being a very nice person, you are truly a friend that even though we “met” (when I say that it is because we became friends and started talking to each other) not long ago, I already consider your friendship one of the most special and important to me! You are someone very dear and a truly great companion and so.. Thank you for everything, I really feel very grateful to have you here! That I love you very much and I hope your day is going good (and even with work and school you can enjoy it the same, trust me, you will get an hour to enjoy your day, dw!), you handsome, buddy :DD <333

(Also- as I didn't know how to draw you/your “main character”, I drew Ace for you, and Ik, it's not a great gift but I hope you still like it! I did it quickly but with a lot of love :])

Sorry for the big text--- :'DD

Heyo Mel! :DD I'm doing great!! Just tired from...a long day but I'm still really happy with all the love I'm receiving <,33!

AND IM SOBBING WITH HOW SWEET YOUR MESSAGE IS!! My heart is exploding with so much joy and I feel like I'm melting into a puddle of emotions <,3 IM SO AAAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY AND SO SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU AS MY FRIEND! ♥️♥️ You mean so much to me and your messages always lift up my mood, no matter what!! ♡

So thank you so much for always sticking by me and supporting me!! You're wonderful (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)>♡

ACEEEE!!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE AND I JUST WANNA SQUISH HIS CHEEKSS!! THANKYOUUU SO MUCH MEL! This is the perfect gift and ITS AMAZING!! Eh-hum,,,Quickly? This seems so detailed and I can see you put alot of effort and love into it, so I appreciate it!! <3 AND ACE IS SO CUTE IN YOUR ARTSYLEEE HEHEHEH ♡♡

,,,I'm gonna cherish this forever and print it out to paste on my wall >:]]

#MootsTalks #IM SO HAPPY RNNN #TYSM MEL!!#Portgas d ace #one piece portgas d ace #HES ADORABLEEEEE #And your messages means so much to me #I literally got emotional while reading it I love it so much and i feel so loved!!

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welldressedandfandolobsesed · 1 year

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Rafe Barry prompt: what was there first ever interaction like? First impressions of each other?

Thanks ☺️

I have already done something kinda similar. If you want to read it you can look at my rafebarry tag list. But, I'm always down to write variations.

It seemed like another lifetime when Rafe and Barry first crossed paths. It was a full-on kook party. Plenty of alcohol, hot girls, and trust fund babies were abundant. But, there was one man out of place. Rafe watched as people floated around him like he was the sun and they were planets. Rafe thought he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His dark, wavy hair was pulled up into a half bun, the rest left to fall down his shoulders. A gold chain lay around his neck and it sparkled from the light of the fire. Rafe spotted a matching gold tooth every time he smiled. It wasn't until Jackson's voice pulled him out of his thoughts that Rafe realized he was staring.

"I see you eyeing Barry over there. Provides the best weed in town. I got to introduce you."

"Oh, I'm-I'm good."

""Nah, dude. Consider it a favor."

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt."

Jackson only smiled and yanked Rafe towards the log the drug dealer was sitting on, "Hey Barry! This is my friend Rafe. He's interested in some product."

"That right?"

Rafe nodded.

"Does country club over here speak?"

"What'd you call me!"

"Oh calm down, don't get your Calvin Cline underwear in a knot. Just a joke Whicha interested in."

"Just, uh, just some weed."

"Sounds about right, blondey. How much?"

"An ounce or two."

Barry nodded, ruffling around in his duffle bag before pulling out a small baggie filled with the dark green plant.

"That'll get you by for some time. And, because you're a first-time customer, I'll give it to you for crisp Benjamin."

"Hundred dollars, for that little thing?"

"Woah, buddy. This your first time buying street drugs or something? Shit's expensive. Counting for the fact that if I get caught I'm in a fair load of trouble."

Barry was right. Rafe had been high plenty of times. But, this was his first time buying. He had shared joints with hook-ups. Taken weed as payment to enter a party. Done it on a dare. There was never a need. But, here he was and at this point, he was too deep in it to back out. So he dug through his wallet before finding the bill labeled with the number one-hundred and handing it over.

"Whatever," was all he said before returning to his friends.

It was a few hours later, and Rafe and his friends and already made it through half the baggie. The hazy feeling hitting Rafe just right to start forgetting his troubles.

"So, whatcha think?" Jackson asked.

"Of what?"

"The drugs silly," he giggled.

"Oh, yeah. Guess they're pretty good."

"Pretty? Barry deserves a little more credit than that.

The haze cleared from Rafe's mind for a second. Yes, Barry. The pretty drug dealer from the cut. Someone Rafe should rather be caught dead than seen with. But, there was something about him that drew him in. Like an invisible string pulling him closer. It was a new feeling for Rafe. After his mom left he vowed to keep everyone at a distance. His closest friends were Topper and Kelce and even then were more golf and party buddies than anything else. Even still, there was something bout the draw in Barry's voice and the way he smiled that made Rafe want to get to know him better. He took another drag off the joint and suddenly remembered Jackson had asked him a question.

"It's good enough where I'll defiantly be a returning customer."

Rafe didn't know if he was talking about the drugs or the dealer. But, it didn't matter.

#rafe cameron x barry #rafebarry #rafe cameron #barry obx #barry outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks

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arisunakayama · 2 years

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OKAY, so like… what about Deimos x Vampire Reader?

I don’t mean normal vampires but the rave vampires from M:PN Arena Mode! Both of them have sharp teeth, so why not? Heh.

Trying to juggle this and military work life is BOTHERSOME. Especially when out in the field bruh 😩😩. Still gonna do it anyways. :)

[DEIMOS X VAMPIRE!GANG!READER]

[HOW YOU TWO MEET]

If Deimos had any chance of meeting you, it’d probably being during a mission where he had gotten separated from Sanford in the city.

He knew he was in deep shit considering the agents from the AAHW were right on his trail shooting at him through the alleyways.

Eventually he does get them off his back by killing a few of them. Now all he had to do was find his way back out.

Deimos would navigate through the alleyway, trying to retrace his steps from where he had even run from. It would frustrate him to no end to where he wouldn’t notice the neon glowing light that would follow him through the shadows

He would try to navigate through the alleyways only to hear a strangled cry from around the corner.

Deimos would go and investigate, peeking around the corner with his gun loaded.

He would flinch from seeing someone wearing clothes with bright neon (f/c) lights draining the blood out of an AAHW agent. Specifically one that was following him.

Deimos would watch as the agent’s hands one cling onto you, desperately trying to push you away before falling limp due to blood loss.

You ended up catching sight of him after you retracted your fangs away from the now dead agent. Your hands up showing that your weren’t going to attack.

Mostly due to recognizing him as one of Nevada’s most wanted and didn’t really want any trouble.

You could tell he was uneasy considering he was pointing his rifle at you. You do end up trying to defuse the situation. Of course that only makes it a bit worse.

Though after a few hours of going back and forth, the two of you do end up relaxing before you end up helping him out with finding a way out of the alleyways.

[HOW YOU ARE AS FRIENDS]

Deimos will actually make time to hang out with you whenever he’s off duty or not hanging out with Sanford.

The two of you will hang out around the city during the night considering that’s when you’re most active

He likes that you don’t really mess with other civilian people and more or less corpo grunts. That mostly being agents from the AAHW or industry that Phobos rules over.

He’d complain to you about how 2BDamned would be an overbearing and dramatic who wouldn’t be able to take a few jokes.

Something that you two do frequently together whenever you hang out together. Hell you’ll even sneak him into the clubs you and your buddies will be at.

Though sometimes they’ll end up breaking into fights if things go wrong. But hey, more fun you thought.

There was a time that you had gotten injured to where it looked as if you died. Deimos was seeing red to where he had missed you just getting back up after recovering from a fatal blow to the head.

“Holy shit I thought you were dead!”

“Why?”

“??? Because you took a big ass blow to your head??”

“Trust me, you’ll know when I’m dead”

He’s also a bit more careful when it comes to his pyro abilities considering you’re not too fond of fire.

Let alone weak to it.

Deimos also likes to ask about your fangs along with many more questions.

“Hey, what’s it like having fangs like that?”

“Ehhh having them surgically attached was weird to get used to, but after a while you get used to it. Kinda like it’s second nature at this point.”

He finds it really cool that you also can turn others into vampires as well with a singular bite.

That’s if you will it though. You usually do it whenever you and Deimos are surrounded by a rival gang or any sort of corpo agent working in the Agencies that he’s working against.

There was a time he did bring Sanford along to introduce you. Sanford was pretty skeptical of you considering your background and who you associate with. But even then, he couldn’t really say much to begin with.

He is happy though that Deimos found another friend like you to hang out with.

[PINING FOR EACH OTHER]

Out if the two i feel like you would probably be the one to realize your feelings for Deimos. Though you would probably act more natural around him other than hanging around him more often along with being more protective of him.

Deimos on the other hand would be confused to why he feels the way towards you. We would try to chalk it up to him just being ill.

Though the more the thought about it, the more that sounded wrong.

In the end he goes to Sanford and asks him about the things he feels about you, only to receive an “are you serious?” Look from Sanford himself.

Sanford ends up having to explain that Deimos might have feelings for you. He tries to deny it for a brief moment.

“You have feelings for (Y/n)”

“Nah that can’t be right, I mean I’m pretty sure that they don’t have feeling for me either. Though I think—“

Sanford grabs him by the shoulders and looks at him straight in the eyes.

“You. Have. Feelings. For. Them.”

“… Holy shit I have feelings for them.”

Though after he comes to terms with them and accepts his feelings for you, he’ll become more flirty than what he originally was before.

And probably a little bit more touchy with you. He also may be a bit more aggressive during battle whenever you do go down for the count.

He doesn’t want to see you combust into flames after all.

The two of you would try to hide your guy’s feelings for one another, but to others. It’s painfully obvious.

So obvious to the point Sanford legitimately had to say it out loud in front of you to finally realize you both had feelings for each other after all.

The two of you finally decide to go on an actual date whenever you guys have the time for it.

[HOW YOU TWO ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP]

The two of would act the same as when you both were friends, except with a whole bunch of pick up lines and flirty comments to each other.

With you, you would be more subtle about it but still would be noticeable enough for Deimos to realize what you just had said.

He would fire back cheesy pick up lines which would end up making you laugh.

Probably would say something about your teeth to which you’d fire back a suggestive comment to where it would probably get Deimos a little too excited.

But that’s for another time. :)

Most of the time the two of you would spend your dates out and about in the city at night.

Though if you two prefer just staying home, he’d mostly be at your place most of the time. Mostly due to the fact 2BDamned still doesn’t trust you.

Probably cause your gang had attacked one of his partnered agency’s founder and had to save them cause there were too many of them for one to handle.

Not only that they just kept getting up blow after blow to where they had to resort to more fatal executions.

You didn’t really hold it against him you knew how annoying you and the Vampire gang could be when fighting off. Neither could Deimos blame him.

The only reason why they don’t mess with him now is cause you were now in a relationship with him. And probably cause you threatened all of them if they had touched him.

He also didn’t like it when he had to come back to the Anti-AAHW whenever he was called back for an up coming mission from 2BDamned. But a job is a job and he needed to do what he needed to do.

He would talk about you a lot to Sanford since he was the only one who would listen to him. Or tolerate him talking about you.

Hank not so much considering he doesn’t really care about the two of them in the first place.

2BDamned would be annoyed with him and tell him to go away and he had better things to do than to listen to him rant on and on about you.

Still Deimos wouldn’t care. If anything he’d probably still do it anyways just to piss off Doc even more.

#madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #deimos x reader #madness combat deimos x reader

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shrublike · 1 year

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Oh, hey! I was the one talking about Lesson 16 like a month ago. I got memory problems and forget usernames the second I close a tab, heh. Just rediscovered your blog after clicking on the salty Lucifer pic and realized you responded to my ask.

I think that while Barbatos agreed with Diavolo's actions, he knew that it wasn't going to lead to a happy outcome for the prince (earns the respect of the Devildom, but loses his most trusted friend, and either has to harden himself in a way he doesn't want to or be haunted by the question, "did I do the right thing?").

Diavolo didn't want to kill Belphegor, but he couldn't just let him leave without appearing weak or like he considered his inner circle above the law every other demon followed on pain of death.

If he freed Belphegor, the demon would actively inspire other demons to rise up against him and try to overthrow him or launch genocidal attacks on innocent humans. Humans are like hunter's game to demons, and many demons don't want their delicacy becoming a protected species or a moral dilemma ("these creatures are innately less valuable than I am, and therefore it is reasonable to sacrifice them for my needs" vs "this person is worth the same as I am, so is the pleasure I get from killing them worth their life?").

It's easy to forget because he is so laid-back and friendly, but Diavolo lives in a strength-based hierarchy (hence why Satan is the 4th oldest when he is younger than Belphie, the 7th oldest). If he appears weak, then he will become prey to the opportunistic. Aside from challenges to his power, he could potentially face civil war as all of the demons begrudgingly following him, no longer consider him strong enough to respect and want to return to the ways of his ancestors.

While I believe the idea to send MC back in time was Diavolo, Barbatos's permission to use his powers to find a peaceful solution was likely given a broad interpretation by the demon, and he arranged the timelines on his own. Diavolo likely intended for MC to return with the revelation that they were related to Lilith, but it still wasn't an ideal outcome for him because Belphegor would resent him for locking him up without even considering his views.

So Barbatos adjusted things and found a solution that left Belphegor with the most favorable attitude towards Diavolo that they could hope for and pushed that nasty bit of attempted-treason under the rug where none but the prince's most trusted could find it.

Diavolo trusts Barbatos implicitly, so if the butler said "this is the best way", he would agree without hesitation and allow him to tidy up and cancel the timelines as he sees fit.

Diavolo: *doesn’t want it to seem like his inner circle is above the law*

also Diavolo: *sweeps his bestie’s brother’s first degree murder charge under the rug*

he’s lucky the mc doesn’t have the option to hold a grudge cause they could single-handedly start their own civil war with that lmao

I like that you mentioned the civil unrest tho, I’d be so interested for that sorta thing to be shown!! beyond Mephisto just being all “ugh stinky human peasant >:(“ only to warm up a lesson later 🙃

Diavolo literally made his government out of fallen angels - which we know people like Mephisto don’t approve of - only to chuck a human in the mix further down the line, seemingly all without a public vote!! their qualifications are that they’re his buddies, that’s it!!!

can you imagine if that happened in reality?? there would be uproar, and I wanna see that!! I wanna see how the public reacted to the brothers and how they’re reacting to the mc!!!! GIVE ME THE RIOTS!!!!!

p.s. are you a fic writer, nonnie? something about your typing style gives me writer vibes 👀

#this is what you get when you put a himbo in charge #disclaimer: this is a diavolo loving household #i simply crave chaotic realism #ask #obey me

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matan4il · 2 years

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Just so you don't think your crazy you did bring up the Jim Abbot story in an ask from like 3 days ago I think. Like the other anon it triggered the memory for me again.

When you brought it up it actually really reminded me how dedicated this show is to creating a time line of emotional beats for Buddie. Because like you said "I read it in the hospital ". So yes we can think he was motivating himself but we can also strongly consider or conclude he was sort of educating himself on disabilities. It's how Buck deals, same thing with the natural disaster Buck.

But the main point being he could have just said hey I read this book. Instead they round about way say I read this book at the end of season 2 with your kid in mind. It's established by S2 episode 4 Buck is already thinking how do I help Chris he just needs a little you know.

And again time wise they have Eddie establish his will change is right after the well incident. If it was something they just came up with, well we just came out of a pandemic. Honestly he could have been like "after this crazy uncertain time, I wanted to know if something happened to me Chris would stay here with you". And that was very relevant at the time. I know alot of parents (especially teachers and first responders) who finally made a will during the pandemic. Yet.... They made a choice here to basically say in the middle of S3 Eddie Diaz knew if anything happened to him Christopher would stay in LA with Buck. Not return to his sisters or other family in TX.

If this isn't a foundation and somewhat slow burn in the making I don't know what else is.

Hi lovely Nonnie!

Thank you so much for letting me know. IDK if you're aware, but due to my vertigo, I have difficulty reading. So, if I happen to remember where I wrote something, I can link back to it. If I don't, well... so if you ever have a link back to share, I will always appreciate it. Thank you again! *hugs*

And yes! The show has def taken the time to establish this is how Buck deals. Just remember, we have Eddie explaining natural disaster!Buck in 309 (same ep as the iconic kitchen scene that concluded their arc post-tsunami), and it leads to Buck bringing up the Jim Abbott story in 312. It's perfect build up.

And yes, I absolutely agree with you. TBH, I think Buck does love kids, just like he told Eddie in 201 (we see that very clearly at the start of 107), but when Buck sees Eddie hugging Chris at the end of 203? When he can tell how much these two love each other and are beaming at being reunited? I think that's the moment when Buck falls in love with them as a family unit, and just like I think in a sense he was ready to be Eddie's husband before 201 was over, when Buddie exchanged that "have my back" vow, I think he was ready to be Christopher's dad before the end of 203. So it's not even a little bit surprising that by 204, he's actively being Eddie's partner and worrying about providing everything Chris needs, and it's also so natural for him to be reading a book for himself, but also for Christopher, when he's in the hospital in 218.

And Eddie on his part? He knows by the end of 303 and even vocalizes (because his best friend needed it) that there is no one in the world he trusts with his son more than Buck. He has his grandma and aunt in L.A too, he loves and trusts them, and yet it's Buck he trusts the most in the world with Chris. Buck's love and devotion to this little family is reciprocated. So in a way, 414 is a natural continuation of 303, which is why it works that Eddie made the will change in 315 already. For so many other friendships, it could be weird, too intense, just too much, to have one friend make the other the legal guardian of his son less than 2 years after they met, but everything about Buddie has been both intense and meant-to-be from the get go. So for a lot of other friendships, they would need the pandemic to explain such a will change, but not for Buddie. For them, it works that in 315 already, Eddie looked at Buck, after Buck featured so heavily in his flashbacks to the family he'll fight to come home to, and Eddie said with his whole chest, "It's you" by changing the will. And then he verbally said it to Buck's face, despite not usually being a man of words, simply because, once again, Buck needed to hear it. It IS a love story, whether it goes canon or not.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts over this, Nonnie! I loved this! xoxox

(If you're looking for my ask replies, here is my ask tag! xoxox)

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #christopher diaz #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Hey Lulu..

So I was re-reading “You are beautiful” today..just brushing up before the update and I realised why I am so particularly addicted to this story..

Yes..Bucky being the male lead attracted me to read it.

But what made me want to read it again and again..especially the non-smut portions too coz I see me in her..yes the plus size virgin part of the girl is what I relate to in first place but also when she thinks in first chapter when she thinks guys like hot gals with perfect ass and boobs and all that.Like she is blaming herself for reading too much in the situation.Girls like us can be best of friends..kind..understanding..a go to person to even listen to your most troubled problems which you won’t say to anyone else but trust us with the secret.

But we are not the girls that will make guys hard..when hanging out with our other perfect figure girl friends..if a guy is approaching your group..you are 100% sure that he’s not coming to talk to you atleast.you are sweet cute kind passionate but not hot or beautiful.They will reassure you that you will find someone..ya why not you buddy..ohh.coz I am too good for you..thanks that helped with the sting a lot

You know that thing that happened to reader in the first chapter when Bucky tells her that he likes a girl and she is expecting it’s her ..that same thing has happened to me..it’s not at all fun I tell you..i should have been given an Oscar for how I handled that situation without cracking up..

So I just enjoy “you are beautiful” a lot..It soothes my heart a lot❤️❤️

I didn’t mean to rant but sometimes I get emotional

See ya😘😘😘

Hun, you don't know how much your message means to me. I'm so happy my story means so much to you.

You can get emotional as much as you want to on my blog. This is a safe place to vent and rant. 💕

I loved writing this story. This time I wanted to write a reader for everyone who doesn't identify themselves with the tough agent or strong hunter I like to write.

I wanted a normal girl/woman. One that is beautiful in her own way, but not to the eye of most people. She's shy, insecure, and doesn't trust people so easily.

I'm sorry you once were in the same situation. It's horrible to like someone only to find out he or she doesn't like you back.

I'm happy to tell you that the next part will drop today. 😊 I also consider writing more to see how their life together will be.

And there will be a prequel (one-shot) about how she ended up with the Avengers.

Have a wonderful day.

Love, Lulu

#lulu answers #you are beautiful #hugs you real tight #lovely messages

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tsuki-sennin · 6 months

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Who's ready to cry over a little cactus guy today~? Me~? You~? Us~?

Fun~! More little guys~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Spanner gave Boruto a bad review so he got attacked by a salty Naruto fan who knew that he was right.

-MechaniChani...

-Crab...

-I wonder who exactly made Isaac.

-Awwwww

-Little guy~!

-You're gonna help us, huh Smaphone?

-Sma!

-Funny enough, Faiz and Kaixa have Ride Chemy Cards just like you in the toyline. You'd fit in great~!

-He caught something~!

-Gotta think the way they think!

-Think fast, chucklenuts!

-Hi, MechaniChani :)

-These're just the most

-Delightful little guys

-Ah, there's our conflict for today.

-No teamwork today, huh?

-Rinne didn't really do anything, but-

-Hello there, kiddo.

-"Can you... please take care of this guy?"

-Filling up a flask, eh? I see this is Labyrinth rules. Where's the Fresh PreCure crew when you need 'em?

-Lachesis again today, eh?

-Okay, have fun, be home before dinner.

-Riku, huh?

-Ahhhh, dads.

-This poor kid...

-Yeah, wiping these innocent people's memories isn't a good thing at all. This is probably the first thing that's gonna go.

-Thinking ahead, are we?

-I concur with Rinne here. I don't think that just because he's a kid means he'll be immune to becoming a Malgam. If Malice in Gotchard works the same way it does in Zero-One, I think just one bad fight with his parents can turn him into a Cacturne. And those bastards are terrifying on Sandstorm teams.

-"Too slow, mine now."

-You get graded based on Chemy catches? Oh, that's concerting.

-C

-Church, I didn't even register that this was a church.

-A bit ironic, considering that alchemy can be traced back through Islamic tradition and Ptolemaic Egypt.

-Easy there buddy, I know you're kneeling before Lachesis in a nun habit, but-

-Oh hey there, Mama. Hotaro ran out and... apparently Sabimaru teleported out, but we can help~!

-"MONEY!"

-"Oh... hey. Get outta here."

-Hotaro does know what people want, at least.

-Ohhhh, steel drums~! Enhance the comedy~!

-Hotaro, if you fail at fifth grade math, I swear.

-Oh

-Cram schoolers, man.

-Poor kid...

-"Round 2! Kick the can! I happen to know a can, I know all their weakpoints!"

-Fight bugs with bugs!

-Ohhhhhhh, seems like Sabimaru's a bit of a stool pigeon.

-Don't lie to me, Kurogane. You've got your own favorite little guys, and they go vroom!

-"This guy seriously sucks. >:("

-"And who am I to tell him he's wrong?"

-It's extremely difficult to win without capturing any pieces... but it's extremely easy to lose without capturing any pieces.

-I see Spanner doesn't trust Minato-sensei either.

-How the fuck can he snipe so hard

-"SPEAK UP MAN, I'M IN A WARZONE!"

-Tea time :)

-Rinne's overwhelmed.

-Oh, hey Atropos, what's up?

-Might wanna choose a less conspicuous outfit

-Tonbo~!

-"Just so you know, this'll be on the quiz later. You might want to take out a notepad or take a picture of the screen with your pet smartphone."

-I live for these costumes

-HE ATE THE NEEDLE

-Shoot him! Shoot him!

-Beefed his jump.

-Hawkstar~!

-Hotaro once again relies upon his understanding of elementary school math.

-NeedleHawk!

-Those shoulders are definitely reused from Bravo.

-SABO!?

-Et tu, cactus friend?

-WHERE

-RINNE???

-ATROPOS???

-Well fuck, man! Guess I gotta watch the next episode now!

#Pull Another Gotcha! 101 Dreams to Catch!#kamen rider #kamen rider gotchard #kr gotchard #gotchard spoilers

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muses-archive · 2 years

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On the cards #2: piqued

“You’re interested in him, aren’t you.”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, Kazuha. Your face screams ‘I’m curious’!”

He frowns over the sandwich he’s having for lunch. There’s a modest crowd around finally, a mix of faculty students who’re hanging out with friends and assorted friends of friends. The primary draw is Hu Tao’s haunted house, a perplexing installation considering the budget they had. She did promise a good turn out from ‘people she knows’ - emphasis hers - and the line has proven as such.

“Hey, you there? You’re not thinking about a romantic dinner date with some guy in a hoodie, right?”

“I just finally met the mysterious cousin of Ganyu’s, that’s all.”

“Sure buddy, how long have I known you now?”

“If I wanted to get psychoanalyzed I’d ask our money maker over there,” he drives his elbow into Tomo’s ribs. It doesn’t do much.

"I guess you guys are pretty similar after all," Tomo scarfs down his boxed lunch. "Except you're more sociable."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Tomo's right though. He is curious. He's not in their uni, so all Kazuha knows is from hearsay. Xiao being here is obviously because of Ganyu, who he had promptly left to meet once she called. He’d been in the tent this entire time, listening to people overshare their woes and hoping to find answers. While he’s not misreading the cards, half of the time, he’s listening and watching the people and making his educated guesses from there. The inquirer needs to be the one making the connections too. It’s as he said; he’s no mystic. Magic would be nice, if he had it.

“Want me to try help you meet up?”

“Please don’t. We’re here to help a friend, not shake up my love life.”

“Why not both?”

Kazuha gives him a pointed stare. As cynical as he sounds about the efficacy of the tarot, he still likes the idea of fate, live and let be, and the sort. He gets the idea Xiao’s way too private to accept most invitations; he doubts any ‘wingman’ shenanigans would actually work. He trusts Tomo to not overtly try his hand, but he’s sure he’d want to stick his nose somehow. The subtle torments of a childhood friendship.

The loud slurping noises from his empty juicebox tells him it’s time to get back. Maybe he should charge more for the emotional labour the next time he tries this kind of thing. Well, the experience should be pretty good the next time he pens something. Kazuha almost trips on his feet when he sees Xiao standing at the entrance of the tent, seeing some relief flitting over his face before getting replaced with a small scowl. He strides over and shoves a box in his chest.

“Ganyu said I should get you something for earlier,” he says.

“Thank you?” his voice is too high, taken completely by surprise.

“That’s it, bye.”

He hightails it out of there, leaving Kazuha gobsmacked. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. From the size and weight, this should be one of the game prizes from one of the booths. The sound… a jigsaw puzzle? He ducks into the tent before letting out a short, sharp bark of laughter.

Curiosity is going to kill the cat.

#musearchive cards #kazuxiao

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automaticdata · 2 years

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Okay so I started reading UnOrdinary the other day and I blitzed through it and I just

kind of want to chronicle all the ways Arlo is a dumbass in the beginning of the webcomic.

Spoilers below the cut.

(note to anyone who is reading this who is not familiar with the webcomic: “cripple” is used as a term in the webcomic to indicate someone with no powers (while most people do have powers). It feels weird to call someone a cripple while writing this because it feels ableist af, but I don’t know what other word to use, because that’s the one the webcomic uses.)

-Finds out Seraphina has a low-tier friend and decides it’s his fault she doesn’t want to be Queen anymore

-Immediately goes “a low-tier isn’t scared and submissive? SUSPICIOUS”

-also doesn’t realize that the default for low-tiers being scared and submissive is a FUCKING PROBLEM

-has Isen look into John’s past

-when Isen finds evidence of ~lies~ immediately decides this is enough to enact his nefarious plan

--even though Isen says “hey do you want me to keep digging

---seriously I cannot stress enough that he was like “nah the fact he’s lying is enough for me, no need to consider WHY he might be lying even though his lie makes things UNQUESTIONABLY WORSE for him than what I suspect the truth is”

----like seriously when Isen keeps digging anyway it doesn’t take him long to find out that there are VERY GOOD REASONS NOT TO PISS OFF JOHN

-he then decides to let the corrupt af system that he believes is Right and Just wear John down. Like. If your system is so good why do you think it will make John miserable

--even if you factor in that Seraphina was protecting him, like, they already know from the info they’ve gathered so far that 1) John isn’t afraid of high-tiers, even when Seraphina is not around, and 2) that he used to look a lot more defiant/confident, and that was before he met Seraphina

-gets Seraphina suspended so she can’t protect him

-when that doesn’t work, has people break his phone so he can’t call Seraphina, because god forbid he be happy

--like seriously if you think the issue is that Seraphina protecting a low-tier is ~disrupting the system~ it shouldn’t matter that they text and talk because she is literally an entire plane ride away

-when the lack of contact from Seraphina and the constant attacks start to grind John down and he slips up and shows his hand, insteda of going “okay confirmation that he has powers, let’s see if the school/authorities/whatever knows this” he’s like “nah, I’m gonna make him show me what they are and put him in his place”

-gets John to trust him so he can lure John into an ambush

--is like “mm yes I have no idea what this guy’s power is but I’m gonna drag him and my buddies to the middle of nowhere so no one can come to help him. Nevermind that me and my buddies are ALSO in the middle of nowhere and no one would be able to help US if something goes wrong.”

---Overconfidence problem 1: He thinks John is weak enough that his cronies can take care of him. Doesn’t ask himself what a weak low- or mid-tier would have to gain from pretending to be a cripple.

---Overconfidence problem 2: He thinks that no one except Seraphina can beat him

---Overconfidence problem 3: He thinks John is well-adjusted enough that he’ll know when to back down, when the reality is that John is a sentient mass of trust issues and self-hatred masquerading as a high school student.

YA DONE FUCKED UP, SON.

-After John hands his ass to him, his unwavering faith in their stupid ass system makes him believe that, despite John all but outright saying that he doesn’t want to be King, that John is the “real” King.

-When John keeps acting like he’s a cripple he gets REALLY UPSET that John isn’t taking his ~responsibilities as king~ seriously and doesn’t stop and think “hmm, why does John keep asking me to DO MY FUCKING JOB AS KING instead of solving these problems himself?”

--Like Arlo ... I get it, you think John is shirking his responsibilities as King. But he doesn’t have the network you do, he doesn’t WANT the responsibility, he TOLD you this. Despite being weaker than him, for a lot of the stuff he asks you for help on, you’re more capable.

-Once John, pushed by Arlo, starts acting out, it takes him half of forever to go “hmmmmmmm maybe I should try to ask his BEST FRIEND if she can help with this”

--like I know Seraphina is going through some shit but like ... Arlo is so fixated on power-levels that he’s like, “welp, all of us are weaker than him, guess we gotta let him rampage” and doesn’t even stop to think “hmmm, a lot of John’s motivation right now seems to be focused on keeping Seraphina safe, MAYBE SHE’S THE BEST PERSON TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON”????

---the system is super corrupt and Arlo is just ... evidence about how deep a lot of people’s beliefs about it go. It’s nuts.

-after very firmly telling John that Seraphina being missing is John’s problem to fix and he won’t get any help from Arlo, DOES NOT LET JOHN KNOW HE CHANGED HIS MIND

--proceeds to get VERY UPSET about how John went about trying to find Seraphina

---also doesn’t even seem to connect the fact that John purposefully beat up the INFO GATHERING GUY to get his INFO GATHERING power and the fact that John is LOOKING FOR INFO on where Seraphina is

----”he prioritized his personal grudge against Isen over finding Seraphina” my ass. Arlo, you are SUPPOSED to be smarter than this.

-when John starts climbing the ranks to go after John, he’s just like, “okay my people just need to accept defeat and then he’ll defeat me and then Order Will Be Restored.”

--spoilers: order was not restored

and I just

Arlo is a good character with a good arc but like

he went through a SHITTON of dumbassery to get there.

#unordinary

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Hello! How are you? love your writing so much 💞🥺 i was wondering if you could write something with prince!rob and reader? like they know each other since childhood and they grow up in love with each other? I don't even know what the plot would be lol it's up to you if you want to write it ☺️❤️💕

Fight for him

Pairing: Prince! Robert Pattinson, gn!Reader

Warning: mention of spit, long one-shot

Summary: When Prince Robert scares away all his suitors, King Victor decides to make a tournament to decide who will marry his son.

Authors note: omg anon, i loooove this idea! i deeply apologize for the long wait and i seriously hope you enjoy this! i debated so much on how to do this fanfic and i had an idea that was going to turn into a longfic then i decided on this one instead. i wrote as gender-neutral here since you didn't mention which one you wanted, so i hope you dont mind. thank you for the request!

Santhus Kingdom was considered the best kingdom to live in. Close to the sea, in peace with most of its neighbors and with fair rulers. King Victor and Queen Caroline were loved by their people, adored by their nobility. They had a son named Robert, their future King. He was known in town for his beauty and his mischiefs. And for that prince Robert had a very special partner.

Robert's play buddies used to be the sons and daughters of the nobility, but the prince thought they were too boring. Robert preferred to play with the commoners' kids since they weren't afraid of getting dirty or playing rougher especially when they were no adults around. King Victor didn't allow it all the time, in fear of how his son would be perceived by his subjects.

Everything changed when prince Robert met (Y/N) when they were around seven years old. (Y/N) was the child of Santhus's Army Commander, Sir Anthony. (Y/N) had lost their mom at birth which caused a very big grievance on Sir Anthony. For years, he kept his child safe in the house, until a conversation with King Victor allowed (Y/N) to play with prince Robert. After that day, Robert was never seen without (Y/N) or vice versa. They were partners in crime, as Queen Caroline used to say affectionately. Fruits basket would disappear from the kitchen as huge cakes during celebrations. None of the adults knew who would initiate the mischief, not that mattered. King Victor was happy the prince had a friend and one that would stick to his son's side no matter what.

It got better when they got into your teen years. Sir Anthony finally let (Y/N) start their sword and archery classes. They were lucky enough to have sword classes with Robert and Sir Anthony as a teacher, the second-best sword fighter that existed in the Kingdom (after King Victor).

The royal family seemed to trust and like (Y/N) enough so Robert was allowed to pass a summer in Sir Anthony's summer house when they were twelve years old. (Y/N) was so happy to have their best friend there, after so long with not having any friends.

"I had so much fun." Prince Robert announced on the last day of vacation. The pair was sitting down in Robert's room balcony, sharing a bar of chocolate they stole from the kitchen earlier and staring at the starry night.

"Me too. When you come back you will start your King training, right?" (Y/N) wondered, grabbing a huge chunk of chocolate and stuffing their mouth with it.

"Yeah. I am glad we had this time together. Father said I won't be seeing you lot when I get back."

(Y/N) glanced at Robert. Their best friend looked sad and nervous and it hurt (Y/N)'s heart. They would try to be by the prince's side no matter what, but (Y/N) knew they couldn't go against the King. Especially with their dad having a big position in the Kingdom. A sudden idea peaked in (Y/N)'s head.

"Hey, Rob?"

Robert turned to see (Y/N) spitting on their hand and keeping it in front of them.

"Let's make a pact. Let's always be there for each other. No matter what happens, we will always be at each other's side. I promise I will never leave your side."

Robert's heart started beating fast. He could see himself blushing and he hoped (Y/N) wouldn't notice. (Y/N) had never looked prettier with the moon's light on their face. The Prince always had found love stories stupid but with (Y/N) was a different story.

"I promise (Y/N). I will always be your friend and I will never leave your side. You are stuck with me forever."

Prince Robert spit on his hand and shook (Y/N)'s hand in return. They were now connected and Robert thought no one would keep them apart.

Two days after going back to Santhus, Robert didn't hear from his best friend. He waited patiently for Sir Anthony's return until he finally came back. (Y/N) wasn't with him.

On that day, Robert used his monarch's voice for the first time. He demanded to know where (Y/N) was and if (Y/N) was okay. With a nod from the King, Sir Anthony explained (Y/N) was training with their uncle somewhere far away and they wouldn't come back.

Upon hearing those words, Robert ran. He ignored his mom's desperate calls or his dad's warning tone. He ran to his room, tears on his blue eyes, looking desperate under his bed. There were all notes that (Y/N) had sent him through the years. He tapped furiously, his sobs getting louder until he pulled the one he wanted.

FOREVER CONNECTED,

(Y/N)

-x-

15 years later - Present day

"Why the hell Father thought this was a good idea?"

"Language, son!"

Prince Robert adjusts himself, his body tense. He is upset. Outraged. He had been complaining to his mom what a total absurd all of that was, not letting any of the servants dress him. After his mom supplicated, Robert finally permitted. And he never thought he looked so ridiculous. Dressed as a proper prince.

"Robert, you know your dad is worried about you. You have been scaring your suitors left and right. He is getting a little desperate!"

"I don't want anyone. No one!" Robert exclaims impatiently. Queen Caroline sighs, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"I know. But that is being a king, son."

Robert snorts, rolling his eyes. He didn't care about being King. He knew he had to be one but not when his dad kept throwing suitors all over him. Robert knew how to behave. He had a good relationship with most of Santhus's neighbors. He was liked by the people. They had grown to appreciate him since he spent more time outside the castle than inside. "Almost a commoner", King Victor used to say. Prince Robert was humbled in the eyes of their people. Robert still didn't understand why he needed to marry someone to prove more.

"Your dad is just worried-"

"I know, mom. The lineage. The family. The throne. I know."

"We are so proud of you, son. Your dad doesn't say it, but I know he is. He always did everything to protect you, to keep you safe."

A knock on the door and a servant comes in. He excuses himself, bowing down as he exclaims "Your Highness ask the Prince's presence immediately." Robert breathes deep, looking at Caroline for help one last time. She smiles and he leaves defeated, being followed by his personal Guard.

Queen Caroline looks around his room. Her son had grown up so much. She watched that little tricky boy with shiny blue eyes soon become a loved Prince. She lets her eyes pass through his desk and something calls your attention.

It is (Y/N)'s handwriting.

She knew her son. She knew since (Y/N) had gone away, it felt like a missing piece inside her son's heart. Robert didn't understand any of the reasons for his best friend being with him one day and the other one not, but what he didn't know was that King Victor had a finger in all of this. He convinced Sir Anthony to send (Y/N) away to have better studies. Prince Robert needed to be trained to be King and (Y/N)'s presence could be a distraction.

She tried to argue against this but how can you argue against a King?

-x-

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! THE PRINCE OF SANTHUS!"

Screams are heard all around the stadium. A lot of subjects had come to see Prince Robert, especially the women. King Victor thought it was a good idea to put his son's hand as a victory prize of a fighting tournament, as a lesson, since Prince Robert scared so many suitors away. The tournament was only opened to skilled warriors and part of the elite. Whoever would win would get to marry the Prince, man or woman. Robert sits by his dad's side on the chair, hearing the applause and screams. King Victor is satisfied: his son was adored by their subjects.

Soon the competitors got into the stadium. It was six in total. Some had full armors on, some only on their chests, and some none. Three used masks on their faces, allowed by the King. Robert decides to cheer up for one that has a tiger mask and only a top armor on. The warrior looks familiar to him, Robert just doesn't know why. He watches his dad get up and soon silence reigns in the arena.

"Ladies and gentleman: Today we have the finest warriors from the Kingdom. Fighting for Prince Robert's hand! Remember only swords are allowed and the last one standing wins! Ready?"

The warriors get into a circle, studying each other. Robert sits on his chair, supporting his head with his hand. He is trying to remember where he knows Tiger Warrior when a loud sound is heard, starting the battle.

The screams come back into the arena, people cheering up for their preferred warriors. Robert watches Sir Anthony get close to the balcony, looking at the warriors. He bows in their direction, Robert not acknowledging his presence. He had been upset with Sir Anthony because of (Y/N) and ignored the man since then. Sir Anthony never answered any of his questions, so what use Robert had for him?

"Tiger one seems very skilled, right sweetheart?" Queen Caroline shares, waking up Robert. He looks at the arena, counting only four left.

Tiger seems very skilled more than most of the warriors in the Kingdom. They seem to be an experienced fighter, taking two at the same time down. Robert watches as Arthur, a rejected suitor, takes down another one. Now there is only Arthur and Tiger.

"Who is this Tiger? Does anyone know where they are from?" King Victor asks. Queen Caroline shrugs.

Arthur is talented but Tiger is even better. Demonstrating mastery over fighting, Tiger takes the other warrior down with a single punch, not even using their sword. The King is baffled. He never had seen such fury and ability before.

The people are screaming as Tiger remains at the only one standing. King Victor gets up, demanding Sir Anthony to take the warrior to the King's room. Robert gets up fast, launching a last look in Tiger's direction. Both King and Prince didn't notice the mysterious smiles from Queen Caroline to Sir Anthony.

-x-

King Victor walks back and forth in his official room, distressed. A stranger won his competition? Who was that person? Robert is by his side not sure if he should feel amused or worried. He doesn't know if his dad will let him marry an unknown person but a King's promise is a promise and he couldn't break that easy.

There are three knocks on the door and Sir Anthony comes in, bowing down to the royals. He is followed by Tiger and two big guards at their side.

"Who are you, warrior? Speak!" King Victor demands.

Tiger doesn't answer. They seem to have their eyes fixed on prince Robert.

"Bow down in the presence of your King, warrior!" Sir Anthony suddenly calls their attention. Tiger kneels, bowing his head down completely.

"Didn't you hear your King's order? Show yourself!"

Tiger lifts their head. They remove their mask to King Victor's complete shock. It is (Y/N). Back. (Y/N) is there. In flesh. Robert can't believe his eyes as he approaches (Y/N), their eyes filled with tears. It is like no one else in the room exists anymore. The prince pulls (Y/N) into a hug, not caring if his father and mother see him like this. He missed (Y/N) so much. There was another reason why Robert would deny and scare his suitors away: he always had hopes (Y/N) would come back. And now they were there, in front of him. Finally back.

"(Y/N)..." Robert whispers vulnerable. They still smell the same as they did when they were twelve years old.

"Your Highness." (Y/N) sobs, not able to control themselves.

Queen Caroline holds her chest, looking emotionally at the scene. Her son's missing piece is finally back. She looks at King Victor and he still seems perplexed. They let go of each other and (Y/N) looks at their dad, who smirks.

"Did, did any of you know about this? Caroline?" King Victor questions, his eyes on his wife. She rolls her eyes.

"Of course, Victor! I demanded (Y/N) to be back for the sake of our son. Don't blame this on Sir Anthony, because it was all me."

"Caroline, how could you?"

"Can you still NOT see it?" She asks, disappointed. How her husband could be so blind for a King?

Victor looked at his son and (Y/N). He thought taking them away would make his son stronger for his training but all he saw was a miserable and sour prince who preferred to stay with commoners than with other royals. Victor opens his mouth to say something, but he is interrupted by (Y/N) kneeling in front of him again.

"Your Majesty. I apologize for all problems I caused. I have missed your son, deeply and when my dad told me the Queen demanded my presence, I couldn't wait. To be able to see your son again."

Robert's heart starts beating fast. He looks at his dad full of hope and King Victor doesn't have any other choice. He lifts up (Y/N) from the floor and confesses, staring at their eyes:

"I thought taking you away would make my son stronger. But it only made him weaker. I failed you two as a King and as a father."

Robert goes to his dad's side, passing his hand over his shoulder. It is a very emotional moment for the whole family. (Y/N) still will resent the King for a while but they don't want to ruin the moment. They will have more time to talk later.

"A King's promise is a King's promise." The King announces, looking into (Y/N)'s eyes.

"Your Majesty" (Y/N) bows with their head. They look in their dad's direction who nods encouragingly.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Robert" (Y/N) holds Prince Robert's hands. "Once in the past, I promised you I would stay at your side no matter what. I broke this promise and I regret it deeply. Would you let me repair my mistake and be at your side once again?"

"Only if you forgive me for leaving you as well." Robert answers, their faces getting closer to each other.

Sir Anthony clears his throat, reminding (Y/N) that they were still in the presence of the King and Queen.

"Your Majestys. May I steal Prince Robert for the day, please?"

"You are more than free to do that." Queen Caroline responds, happy to see her son smile as he used to. Happy that he was in his love's arms.

(Y/N) looks at the King, hopeful and he nods. They grab Robert by his hand, bowing down to the King and Queen one more time, excusing themselves. (Y/N) gives a huge smile in their dad's direction, pulling Robert by their hand away from the room. When they are away from the King's looks, (Y/N) draws Robert into a deep kiss.

"I missed you. So much." Robert confessed, his voice almost breaking.

"I missed you too, Rob. I will never leave you again."

"Oh, you aren't (Y/N). Because you are ruling with me."

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thestarrynightslover · 3 years

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He has a thing for the mice

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 2,514

Warnings: Slight angst.

Summary: (y/n) works as a tech consultant at Intelligence and, even though the team guarantees her that she is one of them, Jay doesn’t seem to agree with that.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So… I finally managed to finish a WIP!! But I do have faith that it will be better from now on. Thanks for all the mind-blowing support, and feedback is appreciated, as usual! 💕

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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It had been six months since you first started working with the Intelligence Unit 𑁋 in the CPD 𑁋, as a tech consultant. At first, it was obvious that you weren’t very welcome there. All the officers just kept side-eyeing you all day long. Every single day. It was like they were expecting some big betrayal from you at any given moment and simply couldn’t risk sleeping with one eye open.

As time passed, though, they started warming up to you. And you, to them. You began to understand that, them being such a tight group, they had a hard time trusting outsiders. Also, that they’d already lost a handful of team members, for one reason or another, so it was plausible that they wouldn’t wanna get attached to someone new right away. And, you’d learnt that the last person who had that job, long before you even considered moving to Chicago, was detective Halstead’s best friend, who had gone back to risking his life for the army overseas.

That’s also how you accepted that, if he was ever going to warm up to you 𑁋 like the others had 𑁋, he’d do it on his own time. No point in pressuring him. Even though sometimes you really wanted to do so, you wanted him to like you. But not just because you two worked together and that would make for a good environment. You wanted him to like you because he was so kind. Caring. Funny. Smart. Cute. And you wanted that kind of guy to like you the same way you were realizing you liked him.

But, if you were being reasonable, it wasn’t about to happen any time soon. Nor should it happen, really. Over that half-year that had passed, you’d also learnt that that job was actually pretty cool. You were using your abilities for something truly good, for once. So, if Jay Halstead ever came to like you the same way you liked him… Whatever the two of you decided to do with that information could really jeopardize your spot there.

Not that you were a cop, you knew you weren’t. But, on your very first day, the sergeant had made it pretty clear that his rules, all of them, applied to you just as much as they did to everyone else.

What started to threaten that certainty you had was the way the detective talked to you on that morning: “Hey, uh, (y/n),” he started saying while walking over to your desk, “could you try and see if you can get any hidden information on our suspect? You know, that little magic you work out?” Jay finished his question with an amused look on his face: raised brows, twinkling eyes, a small smile on his lips. As cute as he looked, that whole behavior made you very confused. Was Jay Halstead really being friendly with you? That mere possibility was enough to send your mind into a spiral of thoughts, which made the detective start calling out for you. “(y/n)?” He questioned, already panicking a little, afraid that you were ignoring him on purpose. Of course, that didn’t make any sense but he always got super nervous when you were around, which was why he tried to keep you at a safe distance. “(y/n)?”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry!” You couldn’t believe yourself at that moment. What were you? A teenager? “I’m so so sorry, detective! I just, uh… Got a little distracted. Could y- you repeat?” You weren’t looking in a mirror then but you knew for a fact that you were blushing. Hard.

“Ah, no worries. And please, call me Jay.” He told you, making your heartbeat race even faster. “Uh, I asked you if you could get any hidden information on our suspect? You know, that stuff us, cops, usually let slide…”

“Ah, right! Yeah, yeah! Sure, thing, detec- Jay.” You said, making him chuckle a little bit. So cute. You motioned towards the other monitor, to do what you were asked, but suddenly stopped yourself as you felt eyes on you. “Can I, uh, help you with anything else?” You asked Jay, who was just standing there staring at you.

“Oh! No, no! Thanks!” He quickly answered, looking like he was trying to decide whether or not he should keep talking. "It's just that you, um, you reminded me of Mouse a little bit."

"Um… Is that your friend? The one who used to work here?" You shyly ask, not knowing if it was a good idea to pry like that.

"Yeah! That's right. So, I assume someone here has told you about him?"

"Yes, they mentioned a few things. Said he was great. Now I'm just… Trying to live up to the standard." You confessed, suddenly remembering that that was Jay's best friend you were talking about. So, in order to correct your previous statement, you started rambling and ended up only burying yourself deeper: "I mean, not live up as in replace him or anything. More like be as good as. For the team. You know because we need to-"

"Hey, hey," he called out, laughing and raising his hands in front of his chest. "Relax. It's okay. I understood what you were trying to say. Besides, as a replacement to Mouse, you’re not bad at all.” The detective finished his reassurance with a wink, leaving an astonished version of you behind.

It was only much later on that day that you decided to just shrug off any mixed signals you might’ve been exchanging with Jay. Adam and the ladies had made it clear that you were all invited for a mandatory night out at Molly’s. Which meant you and the group were going there straight from the district, you being absolutely determined to drink your feelings 𑁋 and your day, really 𑁋 away. So that’s what you did and, considering that you didn’t have too much alcohol resistance… It was safe to say that things started to get pretty blurry pretty fast.

Before you could stop yourself, you were dancing and chatting with every guy that showed up in front of you and wasn’t a certain good-looking detective. All of which wasn’t going by unnoticed on Jay’s end. He could tell you were avoiding him, he just had no idea why. It seemed to him like you two could get along fine 𑁋 not that he didn’t want it to be more than just fine 𑁋, he wanted a lot more than that but, after all he’d been through, he simply wasn’t sure he should make a move. And now… He really wasn’t sure.

That was until he spotted you struggling with a guy that seemed to be getting a little too handsy for your comfort. It was beginning to cause a scene but most of the familiar crowd was either gone or too distracted to help you.

“Hey, do we have a problem here, buddy?” You jumped a little as you felt Jay’s warm hand in the small of your back. He had a smug smirk on his face and his voice was filled with condescendence as he eyed up the guy you’d been trying to get rid of for the past minutes.

“Uh… Who the hell are you?”

“None of your business. Now, why don’t you just walk away from her, huh?”

“Well, I don’t see how this is any of your business.” The guy replied, maintaining his asshole stance.

“Well, the minute you started sexually harassing this woman you made it my business,” Jay said, lifting the side of his shirt just enough so that the dickhead could see his badge.

“Wow- relax, man! That’s not what was happening here! Besides she didn’t even accuse me of any-”

“Yeah? So, if you wanna keep it that way, I suggest you start walking away.” Hearing that, the guy just stood there, as if not believing the detective. “Now.” And that was the cue the idiot finally took to leave you alone.

“Thank you, Jay. Really.” You started saying after you turned to face him. “But you didn’t have to do that. I could’ve handled it.” You didn’t mean to sound rude or anything, it was just the truth.

“Oh, you could have? Because, from where I was standing, you were in trouble.”

“In trouble?” You ask him in disbelief. “I wasn’t in trouble. Just because I’m not a cop, doesn’t mean that I can’t defend myself, detective.” Hearing that, he seemed to realize what he’d just said.

“I- I’m sorry.” His eyes were so filled with worry at that moment that you couldn’t keep looking directly at him. But he just searched for your eyes until you gave in. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I really am. I didn’t mean that, I don’t think that. At all! I just-”

“You just wanted to help.” You finished his sentence whilst stifling a yawn with the back of your hand. “I get it, Jay. I do, don’t worry. I’m just really tired now. Think I’mma head home.”

“Right.” He muttered, still concerned about how you were leaving things with each other. “So, how about I take you home, hum?” He offered with a peace-making grin on his face, which you eyed suspiciously. “And all I’m really offering here is a cab paid for, I promise! Besides, I think I should get going too, so if we split… You know, at this time o' night, it's cheaper and safer. For both of us.” You were so tired at the moment that there didn’t seem to be any energy left in your body for bickering over a stupid cab.

"Okay, then, let's split the cab." You finally agree, making his smile grow even bigger. So you two make your way outside, where you get on the first available cab you can find. Jay, obviously, making you give the driver your address for the first stop. Which you weren’t so reluctant in agreeing with, to tell the truth. But you hadn’t imagined that, on the way to your apartment, you’d end up falling asleep with your head on the detective’s shoulder, him caressing your hair.

After a few minutes in the car, you were completely knocked out, which made him take it upon himself to struggle with you and your purse to make sure you got safely carried inside your house. Being the smart, resourceful person he is, Jay manages to pay the driver, get you both inside and gently put you in bed. The only thing was that, at that point, he was so tired that, somehow, he ended up climbing in there and falling asleep by your side.

The next morning, when you wake up, you turn your back to meet Jay's gorgeous sleepy face and, thinking that you were just in a very good dream, you start kissing him, who responds by kissing you back. Until you realize that it is actually happening.

"Wait a second, are you real?" You ask him, already feeling the embarrassment reach your cheeks.

"Uh, yeah, I think so? I mean, last time I checked..." Hearing that, you can’t help but start to panic a little. Watching you looking down at your fully clothed bodies and just becoming more confused, Jay decided to explain: "Oh, no! Don't worry about it! Nothing happened between us, until now anyway..." Seeing your horrified face, he added: "I just brought you home but, since you fell asleep in the cab, I brought you inside. And I guess I must've been so beat that I ended up falling asleep here, too. But I should have found a way to go home, I'm sorry." He finished the story, shooting you an apologetic look.

"No, no, that's okay... You were helping me and it was super late. It was only fair that you'd stay here. I'm the one who's sorry about, um, kissing you. I guess... I just thought that I was still dreaming." The second the words leave your mouth, you regret it, as he just smirks at you, eyes twinkling.

"So, you dream about me a lot, do ya?"

"No, I don't. That is not what I said. That is not what I said at all."

"No?" He playfully asks you, who quickly gets out of the bed. "Okay, maybe not... But it was implied."

"No, it wasn't." You say, not missing how he was crawling on the bed, towards where you were standing up.

"It was so implied." He continued teasing, already out of the bed and walking in your direction.

"That's- that's not even a thing. So implied." You ramble a little, feeling your body press against your bedroom wall because of all your walking backwards to get away from him.

"You know what? That doesn't really matter. Because," he was so close to you, and you didn't have any more room for an escape. Was he always that hot? The answer was an emphatic yes and you knew it. You'd spent so much time thinking about what those strong arms could do to you... "It was clearly implied." And that's when he kisses you. Roughly. Sweetly. Passionately. All in once. How was that even possible? There was a reason why you didn't want him to kiss you, you knew there was. But how could you remember it, when all you could think was: oh my God, oh my God, oh my God?

"No, Jay-" You managed to breathe out, his mouth pressing hot, wet, kisses to your neck. "We can't do this." You said a bit more firmly, pushing him from you a little.

"Why not? Is it because we work together? If it is, you should know that a lot of people have done it before. Besides, you're not a cop. So our relationship wouldn't put each other's lives in any danger." You kept your eyes on the floor, as you couldn't bring yourself to look at him just yet. But, hearing him say that... 'Our relationship'... Made you smile and look up at him. "Just- just give me a chance, that's all I'm asking for. One chance to prove to you that, not only we can do this, but, also, that we should do this.

"Okay... One chance." He kisses you right on the spot, as soon as you say that. "Okay! That was not what I meant when I said I’d give you a chance!"

"Of course not! Besides, that's definitely not how I'm using my chance. I'll present my plan to conquer you tomorrow night, at eight o'clock."

"Oh, so you're already willing to decide things for me? Just like that?" His smile was beaming so brightly at the moment, that it could have blinded you.

"Yeah, just like that. Cause I know we’ll have plenty of time for you to be the boss of me." Jay states, not even giving you any time to giggle, as he starts kissing you again. Only pausing to say: "But, for now..." And you can't even pretend to want him to stop kissing you anymore.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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stellocchia · 2 years

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Watching Ant's lore because I adore him, so here's a little summary, liveblogging style:

Starts off with Ant going to work after 4 days of absence. He seems to be unaware of Dream's escape?

Immediately thinking of calling in sick, me too Ant, me too

Ant immediately mistaking Tommy's wall for the start of a bee farm. Honestly, a new bee farm could be nice, maybe once Dream is dealt with.

He's really regretting being hired right now

Sam!!

"You took off for... let's see, a nice smooth seven days? Six days?" did... did Ant not inform Sam of how long his leave would be...?

"Ant, do you have any idea what's happened?" Does he look like someone who knows what's going on? My meow meow was most likely high for most of his leave...

"Ant, I'm about to blow a casket right now, what do you mean?" My man is so done with life right now. Please Sam just explain, everything is alright buddy

"What's wrong?! Dream's escaped prison!" THANK YOU! Also, Ant immediately reacted with denial. I feel like that's the most common coping mechanism in the server

Sam is keeping himself from strangling Ant so hard right now. I feel like Ant wouldn't be breathing if they weren't friends

"It's impossible to get out of the prison, you can't get out of the prison, that's sort of the point!" It's incredible how much everyone believed in the prison

Btw, the reason Sam is so pissed is that Ant didn't come back from his break when he got the serious alarm that meant there was a prison break happening

"How am I getting blamed for your obvious shortcomings in designing the prison?" "My what?! For my what?!" "Clearly this is like-" "The only thing I was short in was picking who was gonna be a guard I guess, 'caus it clearly just wasn't that big of a deal to you apparently" OOOOOOH my meow meows are fighting!

"If you had the whole- if you had the entirety of the smp here to help you and you still couldn't contain him I don't know what me being there would have changed" "The entirety of the smp wasn't in the prison actively helping. You could have been in the prison helping us actively stop him" To be fair to Ant, considering who they were up against, I don't think that him being there inside the prison would have made much difference

"Why didn't you hire a temp or something?!" "Hire a temp. You want me to hire a temp? Just trust a random person for a day? 'Hey! Come be- come be a prison guard for a day! Ha ha ha, it will be fun!'" Sam trust issues go brrr

Ant is now blaming the whole thing on Sam because he's the warden. Ant please, accept some personal responsibility for missing from work...

"I'm leaving this conversation before something bad happens" (threat)

"You know what? Fuck you Sam! Fuck you!" I would have paid for him to say that to Sam's face

Bad!! Why's Bad on Tommy's wall? Guess he's patrolling a new place now...

"Sam just told me that Dream is free! That there's, like, a green maniac free on the server running around" Love that description

Bad feels like he did a bad job as a guard so now he's practicing by patrolling Tommy's walls, seems fair

Ant is now trying to convince Bad as well that the two of them are not to blame for Dream's escape, only Sam is. Dude, keeping him in is literally what they were hired to do. They're all to blame partially.

"There was blood everywhere, oh my goodness" Please someone draw the fight based on Bad's description, it's so much cooler

"Oh my goodness, this is gonna hurt my home's value..." Bad almost sounds like Technoblade right there

Also, Ant only now found out about Ranboo's death. Guess is to be expected since he knows literally nothing of what happened

Why does Bad keep drinking random water bottles? Is he staying hydrated or is there an alcoholism problem we should be talking about? Is that water?

Oooooh, so Bad was purposefully blocking Techno when he was trying to get to Ranboo, huh? 'Cause he thought that was a last-ditch hostage situation to get Dream back. Which I guess it was? But it also went horribly wrong. Bad didn't think that Sam would go through with the threat, but he did

"Bad, what are you drinking?" "Uuuuuh, apple juice" "Wh- there's no apples! Bad I can smell your breath!" Oh, it's definitely alcoholism then

Also, Bad didn't know why Ranboo was in the prison, and Connor canonically started yelling swears at Bad while he was doing his rounds

"That prison raised my propriety value, but now I think it's gonna tank it, ugh. Oh my goodness, I'm probably gonna have to sell it at a loss, it's awful" BAD, WHY IS THIS WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT??

What I got so far from Bad's retelling of the events is that the guards truly were not prepared for their job. Like, they weren't told what would happen in the case of a prison break or what to do, which seems like a failing on Sam's part there

"Dream deserves to be locked up! There's a reason- there's a reason we all agreed to put him in the prison" It's always nice to hear that literally almost every single character agrees on this one

"Ant, I always felt a little bad that Dream was- that Dream was in the prison. So I, like-" "Why?! Dream's a monster! Why would you feel bad that he was in the prison? Bad, don't you remember? All the horrible things that he's done?!" "Yeah but... didn't- didn't you sometimes hear? Like, when you'd be making your rounds you'd, like, hear what was going on. Like, the sounds coming from Dream's cell. Like the- the screaming" (...) "I think he was letting other people into Dream's cell!" Did Sam seriously let his guards work during the torture shifts? My man is seriously bad at concealing his crimes, huh?

Also because of that Bad wasn't actually able to help Sam trying and catch Dream again. He just felt awful for what he'd seen already and couldn't bring himself to do it. And now he feels double guilty for not helping because he too knows that Dream is dangerous. "If I had helped him going for Dream maybe we could have gotten him back in the cell, I don't know..."

"He's like, became absorbed by the prison! That's all he thinks about, he doesn't c- I feel like he doesn't even care about us or the badlands anymore. He's just like- it's always 'prison, prison, prison, containing Dream'" *nods* the prison is Sam's Egg

Oh wow, so Sam also tried to blame it entirely on Bad as well. Guys, that's on everyone, you all f*cked up there

"Sam's obviously the issue here" Like, one-third of the issue.

"Wait a minute, why did we have a guy locked up in the prison he designed? That seems like a flaw!" HEY WAIT A MINUTE, YEAH!

"Is Tommy okay?" "Uhm, you know what? The last time I talked to Tommy, I was walking down the Prime Path, he just walked up to me and he swore at me" Yeah, that definitely sounds like my shining star alright

"I'm just hoping he's [Tommy] hiding somewhere because..." Yeah, see, I wish he was as well, but an old fool convinced him that facing Dream head-on was the smart thing to do, so that may not be the case

Connor stole Tommy's house as well. That man is FAST!

"Yeah, no, if I was in Tommy's position I would be dipping" SEE, THAT WOULD BE THE SMART THING TO DO

"Oh, I'm sure Dream is gonna be so grateful that you snuck him a snack while keeping him locked up in a maximum-security prison where he could do nothing and see nothing from the outside world" (sarcasm) "You think?" "No, no Bad, I don't think so. I think he will hunt both of us down after he finishes work elsewhere" "Oh no..." I love them

They decide to go talk to Sam

"Do you think Sam is gonna withhold my Christmas bonus now?" I really hope Bad never changes, I love him

"You didn't think that it was important that you slaughtered somebody? You didn't think it was important that you killed a poor dog?" "No, not really" "WHAT?! What do you mean not really, you killed somebody!" "It's rather inconsequential to what really happened, isn't it?" Sam's mentality is literally "the ends justify the means" as long as the end goal is preserving prison security

Oooooh, Bad asked about the voices in Dream's cell and Sam is blaming it on Bad's alcoholism. Also, Sam used lying, it was super effective

"Do you like the idea that the only person who knows how to save people when they die is that maniac?"

"I find it interesting that you two are coming here to say that I'm not taking responsibility when neither one of you are taking responsibility either" this is literally just a blame game at this point. Why are all 3 of them so allergic to personal responsibility?

Also, Bad's definitely right in the Ranboo argument. He surrendered, he wasn't wearing armor or weapons, killing him in that context wasn't justifiable. Especially not to prove Sam was serious

"I'm the only smooth working piece of this machine here" He really identifies himself with the prison, huh?

Bad just quit his job. Why did he still have a job after the prison basically closed down? There are literally no prisoners, why where they still working there?

Either way, that's it!

#dream smp #antfrost stream recap #stream recap #antfrost #awesamdude #badboyhalo #long post #tw torture mention

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Hey! 🌿 here, how about something with raising Tubbo with the Captain, but it ends angsty with Tubbo in a box on the SBI doorstep with two letters, one to Tubbo and one to Philza? If we can specify pronouns (I did read the rules I just can't remember the right now) male reader please?

🌿 beloved, of course. the concept of how sbi + tubbo came to be lives rent-free in my mind and I love this one so much i am going to think about it for a few weeks now. pronoun specification is encouraged for requests so no stress!! i hope you enjoy!

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c!Puffy x m!Reader - My Baby [ft. sbi]

Genre: /rom, happy family -> angst

Warnings: giving up a loved one can be the best thing sometimes, </3

masterlist <3

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"Puffy he is super angry today, just a warning." You yelled as you handed Tubbo a very loud and very grumpy Tubbo. The boy hadn't slept all day and decided he was going to make it everybody's problem.

"What- no! It's your turn to take care of him!" You waved and blew a quick kiss towards Puffy and a very angry Tubbo then walked out the door to go get items for dinner and some dessert.

When you walked through the door about two and half hours later, you were a bit surprised to see Puffy laying on the floor, asleep, with a calmer Tubbo playing absentmindedly with some blocks. You laughed at the site, placing everything down and then shaking Puffy softly.

"Hey...Puffy go to the bed." She groaned but didn't argue and made her way to the bedroom. You turned back to Tubbo, considering what you should do.

"Hey Buddy, do you want to help me with dinner?" Tubbo looked confused but didn't refuse to you picking him up. You placed him in his chair not too far from you then got to work on placing groceries in the fridge, setting aside what would be used for dinner, washing what needed to be washed. Tubbo babbled, sometimes you'd respond to his cries, saying something like, "Oh yeah?" or "I understand, so true."

About an hour later, dinner was ready. Tubbo sat in his seat at the dining table now, the food set. You went to wake Puffy, who was still sleeping peacefully beneath the sheets.

"Hey," You whispered. She groaned a bit but rolled over at the mention of food.

"Hello." She laughed, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you down to her. You both walked back to the dining table, Tubbo entertaining himself with his hands.

A few minutes into dinner Puffy spoke up.

"Do you think he'll come back for him?" You hesitated with your answer. You knew that Schlatt could come marching back at any minute and take Tubbo from you two, despite his previous refusal to raise Tubbo. A part of you also knew that Puffy would be grateful to see her brother, but not at Tubbos expense.

"I think we'll be okay, and no matter what, we will always have time with him." You looked at Tubbo, taking Puffy hand.

"You're a great guy." She smiled.

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"Schlatt give me a fucking second alright?" He pushed past you, into the house.

"Where is he? Where's Tubbo, Y/N?!" He was drunk. The booze was practically dripping off of him and his breath absolutely reeked.

"He and Puffy are out right now. What do you want?" You crossed your arms, puffing your chest outwards, hoping to at least discourage him from doing anything.

Schlatt paced around for a few more seconds. Then something shifted. He stood tall, smoothed out his hair, then turned to you with the most devious smile he could've given ever you.

"Y/N, buddy, pal...we're both men here. So let's talk like men." He inched his way closer to you until he was standing directly in front of you. "Where the fuck is my sister and my son?"

"I already told you, they're gone. They went out for a few hours, I don't know where."

He stared you down, unwavering in his clear attempts to at least shake you.

Finally, he cleared his throat and backed down, silently stepping away and out the front door. Once it was closed, and he had a few seconds to walk away from the house, you turned and locked the door, then marched towards the bedroom.

In a small hidden wall at the back of the room, beside the closet, Puffy had been keeping a small Tubbo quiet, shushing him when he'd yell out, and slowly rocking him to sleep. You grabbed Tubbo from her, placing him in the crib, then helped Puffy out of the closet.

She hugged you, still trembling softly against you. "It's alright. He's gone." You rubbed her back.

"We can't," She let out a shaky breath, "We can't keep Tubbo with us. It's not safe. Schlatt is just gonna keep coming back until he finds him and-and I don't even know why, or for what." She rubbed her temple. She was right. It wasn't safe for Tubbo, and it definitely wasn't for you and Puffy. Your hearts would be broken, but at least he'd be safe.

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Dear Philza,

I would never imagine I would be doing something like this. I never thought I would be leaving my nephew on your doorstep, in the middle of the night, in a box with his favorite toys. But it has to be done. When Schlatt left him with me, I expected to raise him until he could go off on his own. But things have changed. I need to get away, and he cannot come with me and Y/N, not because we don't want him to, but it would be no life for him, especially not the life I want for him. A life I know that you can provide. All I ask is that you help him, give him a place to stay, friends to laugh with, and family to come home to at the end of the night. Do not look for me. I can't risk him or I being found. I hope you can give him what I cannot. I trust you'll know when the time is right to give Tubbo his letter. Much appreciated, and much love, Captain Puffy.

Phil placed the letter down on his side table and looked at the sleeping child next to him. Puffy had been nothing but kind to him and it's not like one more kid would make much of a difference. Besides his letter, there was another one, labeled Tubbo. He didn't open it just set it aside in a locked cabinet. What wouldn't be read for another 17 years was this:

Dear Tubbo,

Puffy and I never expected this to be the situation any of us would be in. When you entered our lives, we expected to grow old together, Puffy and I, and watch you take the world by storm. We can't. And that isn't your fault. We still believe you'll take on this world, you'll rule it one day. We just will be watching from afar. I hope that this letter finds you at a time when you need guidance, and this can provide you. Follow your heart always. Follow what you know to be true. If you decide to seek us out, only do it when you're safe. You're father...is a man of pride. You may follow his footsteps one day, and if you do all I ask is that you always put right before wrong. Evil will never persevere. But good? Light? That is what keeps the world going, keeps it spinning every day. Enjoy your youth Tubbo, never let your past nor those around you define who you are. With love,

Y/N & Puffy.

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