#please let us not talk of monitor color settings

[onionjulius]

A belated Valentine's Day gift for the incomparable @mrsjadecurtiss, who has the best RooseBarb thoughts of all. Reading your posts, I had an image of the two of them sharing some early morning confidences in the Barrow Hall solar (and I'm now wishing I had given them some treats to eat, among other things, but I wanted to make sure you got this before November ;)). Can't wait to see what awaits them in the following books :O

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #roose bolton #barbrey dustin #roose x barbrey #roosebarb #asoiaf art #gift art #sometimes i draw #please let us not talk of monitor color settings #apparently that way lies madness

[feyhunter78]

Can you please do part two of Pink Pastels? Thank you 🩷

I definitely can!!! I'm honestly such a sucker for dual povs I swear it's like my calling card, so this chapter is in Miguel's pov! Fun fact: the bf in this story is based off my best friend's college boyfriend who showed up high out of his mind to her place of work SEVERAL times (I obvi changed his name though bc I'm a nice person)

Pt 3

Pink Pastels Pt 2

Miguel searches through every database, has Lyla run your face, your name, every detail he can find about you, and yet you only seem to appear here, in this universe where he swoops in right as your universe’s Miguel dies.

No one notices the switch. Not even his coworkers at Alchemax. In fact, they seem to welcome his “new attitude,” and he finds himself with a raise within the first two months.

This universe is quiet, the other him died from a fluke, embarrassingly enough. But it was so random, so unpredictable, that no one questioned “his” survival. So, life goes on as it had before, how he had watched it go on before.

The old woman who lives next door and watches Gabi when he’s “called into work late,” smiles at him, praises him for working so hard for his daughter. Gabi wakes up in the morning to him, her father, like always, eats breakfast, strawberries, blueberries, and honey on her toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, tomatoes, peppers, and a glass of milk. Then he drops her off at school on his way to work.

The monitors beep at him, and he turns back towards them. Finally, it’s found you in his universe, the victim of a plane crash, years before Gabi would even be born. It’s a painless death. You were among those killed on impact. Gone in a moment, but as he watches you here, in this new universe where his daughter is happy and thriving, he realizes just how desperately he wished he would have found you before you ever set foot in that airport.

“She’s pretty.” Lyla says, leaning forward, a teasing smile on her face. “Looks like someone’s got the hots for teacher?”

“No.” He deadpans, though he can’t tear his eyes from you. You’re sitting in a Mexican restaurant giggling into your margarita, another woman—Janey—sits across from you shoveling chips and queso into her mouth, making you laugh even harder.

You’re in that pink dress from earlier. It brightens your skin, hugs your curves but in a modest way, it’s more than appropriate for a teacher to wear, but he’s salivating at the thought of his talons tearing through it and exposing the soft flesh beneath.

Would you cry out for him? Cling to him as he fucks you? You look so pretty in pink, and he wants to go slow, keep you in that color for as long as possible, but he knows himself better than that. The moment he’s able to, he’ll shred the garment, leaving ribbons of fabric in his wake as he bends you over the nearest piece of furniture and slams into you. He wants to feel your warmth around him, hear you begging for him, his name falling from your perfect lips as he gropes your breasts, fangs scraping down your throat, marking you as his.

You laugh again at something the waiter said, and it’s musical, and perfect, you are perfect.

A twinge of jealousy, a foolish thing he knows, but the thought passes through his mind. It should be him making you laugh. He’s studied you now, he knows exactly what makes you laugh, what songs you hum as you prepare your classroom for the day, how you keep colorful Band-Aids in your purse because you just can’t turn off being a teacher, Janey.

And you’re Gabi’s favorite teacher, he wasn’t lying when he told you she talked about you, though he may have added the pretty part. She goes on and on about you, to the point where he almost doesn’t need the cams, he can get every bit of information from his daughter.

“And then, Ms. Y/N told us about her trip to Disney World! She went with her boyfriend, but I don’t know why.” Gabi says, collecting the animal shaped macaroni on her fork. He let her pick dinner, feeling guilty that he didn’t know she’d cried over her lost tooth.

He feels guilty about snapping at you too. He was already worked up, his job, the multiverse, traffic. And last night he forgot all about the Tooth Fairy, so in the morning Gabi was afraid the Tooth Fairy didn’t like her. But you don’t get rewards for losing things once you’ve grown up, and the idea of Gabi going into that pain blindly, having to watch as those she loves disappears around her makes him want to rip his heart from his chest.

“What do you mean Mija?” He asks, his own forkful of mac and cheese halfway to his mouth.

How had he missed you having a boyfriend? Was it serious? Did he treat you well? How easy would it be to make him disappear?

“Well, Ms. Y/N was really happy when she was talking about her trip, but then when she mentioned her boyfriend, she got sad.” Gabi explains, a frown tugging at her lips. “I don’t like him.”

“Yeah?” He prompts her, fighting the urge, to call up Lyla and have her run a search for your boyfriend.

“He came in one time on her birthday, but he was all weird and smelled bad.” Then she got up from the table and mimed stumbling and swaying. “And he walked like this. Ms. Y/N was really mad. Plus, he didn’t even bring her a present.”

Your boyfriend showed up to an elementary school—your place of work on your birthday, drunk, with no gift.

“That’s not nice, when was Ms. Y/N’s birthday?” If he was speaking to anyone but his daughter, he was sure they’d see right through them, but his sweet girl thought nothing of it.

“Last week, I wanted to tell you about it, but you were on your trip, so I told Tia Margo.”

Tia Margo, the old woman next door. He needs to speak with her about letting him know there was a drunk at his daughter’s school. Maybe next time he sees her in the hall, he’ll mention it to her.

“I wish you had told me, then maybe we could’ve gotten her a gift to make up for it.” He says, smiling at her, so she knows he’s not upset.

“I don’t think one gift would make it all better, she’s sad about her boyfriend a lot.” She emphasizes the last word, making the ending sound sharp as she stabs at her food.

“It sounds like he’s a bad boyfriend. Make sure you stay away from boys like him, Mija.” He can’t help but feel protective, even though she’s only six.

He watches as she eats, her hair in a simple braid, a sparkly pink hairband tying it off. “Who did your hair?”

She stops and proudly holds the braid up. “Ms. Y/N, well Emma did it first, but then it fell out when I did a cartwheel, so Ms. Y/N fixed it, and she said I could keep the hairband.”

If he focuses, he can smell the scent of you, mingled with the scent of his home, as if you’re already beside them in your rightful place.

“Maybe we should get her a thank-you gift?” He suggests, his heart warming at the excitement on Gabi’s face.

She is so good, so pure, and sweet. She is nothing like him, and yet she is everything he wished for her to be. He doesn’t know her mother, not in his original universe, but he knows her in this one, watched the other him break down over her leaving. Agony is a cannon event, no interference allowed. He hopes she never returns, that she stays away from his daughter. Doesn’t ruin her with her selfishness.

Just as your boyfriend is ruining you.

He waits until Gabi’s asleep to call out for Lyla. She appears and raises an eyebrow at the way he clutches your hairband.

“She has a boyfriend, find me everything you can on him.”

“I knew you had the hots for her.” Lyla laughs, disappearing before he can dismiss her.

He waits, packs Gabi’s lunch, slips two dollars under her pillow because he’ll be damned if his daughter believes some magical creature doesn’t like her, then cleans the kitchen and his bedroom three times over until finally Lyla returns.

“Okay, boss, you’re gonna want to sit down for this.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @aeryns--playground

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara #the hots for teacher still makes me laugh #Miguel’s pastels #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara imagine

[kikis-works]

"Promise me you'll take care of him."

Summary: Markus takes Simon to see an old friend.

Trigger Warnings: None.

The moon illuminated the driveway as the two androids stepped off the bus and into the snow. White particles floated around them and the snow crunched beneath their feet. “Are you sure it was a good idea…bringing me?” The blonde looked up at the newfound rebellion leader, anxiety swirling in his chest.

“I want you to meet him. And I think he can help with our cause, he’s always been a great mentor.”

The blonde nodded and allowed his friend to lead the way, taking in the sight of snow covered trees and hedges. If Simon zoomed in his optical vision enough, he could see the different shapes of snowflakes around them. As the pair approached the wooden front doors, they opened automatically, Simon assumed at Markus’s command, or possibly because Markus used to be Carl’s android. 

“Welcome home, Markus.”

The large mansion chimed to the brunette as he made his way up the large wooden stairs. He turned to look at Simon who was looking around the entrance. He seemed enthralled with the tiny robotic singing birds, the chandelier that illuminated the foyer, the library that sat through the second set of doors, and the general warmth that the home gave off. The blonde quickly joined his counterpart on the stairs as the two overlooked the foyer from above. Markus led the way to Carl’s room to find an android standing outside his bedroom. The unknown android looked at the pair and began to ask questions. “Who are you? How did you get in?”

“We need to see Carl.” Markus spoke as Simon watched the interaction. 

“Carl isn’t seeing anyone. You need to leave.”

Markus walked forward and grabbed the android by his arm, interfacing. “Please. I need to see him.”

“He’s very weak. I’m not sure he’ll be able to talk to you.” The android stepped aside and allowed the two men to walk inside. Carl was in a hospital bed now, hooked up to monitors, and a soft beeping filled the room. Markus rushed over, sitting on the bed. “Carl…no…hey.”

“Markus…I was hoping you’d come. And I see you brought a friend with you.” Markus smiled and held Carl’s hand in his own while Simon waited patiently by the door.

“This is Simon, he’s one of the people helping me lead the cause. I’ve missed you so much, Carl. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you…” Markus sniffled, and Simon suddenly became aware of how emotional this truly was. This wasn’t simply Markus reuniting with an old friend, no. This was a son reuniting with his father.

“What’s wrong, Markus?”

“I’m completely lost, Carl. Completely lost… the whole world’s falling apart around me and…I tried to do the right thing. I looked for answers…instead I just find more doubts and more uncertainty.” Carl sighed and gripped Markus’s hand with as much strength as he could muster. “The world is ruled by fear, Markus. Fear of others, fear of the future. It’s like me, too old. It’s time for it to end.” Markus suddenly stood up and faced away from his father.

“Oh, what should I do? Carl, they’re killing my people. I don’t want to answer violence with violence, but tell me, what choice do they give?” The leader turned back to the human whose life was slowly being taken by age. The elder spoke, “Being alive is making choices. Between love and hate, holding out your hand or closing it as a fist. I don’t have any easy answers, Markus. You have to accept the world as it is, or fight to change it.” 

Markus sat back down beside his father as the weight of the android future truly began to weigh on him, or the first time he let it show. Simon did not know the amount of pressure that Markus was under, but he admired him for how well he was handling being under so much pressure and still making the best decisions for all androids worldwide. 

“You’re my son, Markus. Our blood isn’t the same color, but I know a part of me is in you. When the world falls into darkness, some men have the courage to lead it out. You’re one of those men. Face the abyss, but don’t let it consume you.” Simon’s chest tightened at Carl’s words. He had never met such a good hearted human. Markus nodded as Carl looked over to the blonde by the door.

“Come over here, son.” Simon was confused and surprised by the older man suddenly speaking to him, but he walked over and Markus stood, allowing Simon to take his spot on the bed. “Markus, will you bring me some water from downstairs please?”

The brunette nodded and smiled, leaving the room and leaving the other two alone.

“Your name is Simon, right?” The blonde nodded nervously, and the older man laughed softly. 

“I’m not so old I can’t see how Markus looks at you, Simon. And I won’t be around to guide him for much longer, so I need you to promise me that you won’t let him get into any trouble. That you’ll look after him.” Carl held Simon’s hands as the android’s thirium pump began working quicker. Had he been so transparent?

“I promise.” A small blue tint began to form on his cheeks. 

Markus returned with the water in hand, setting it on Carl’s bedside table. Simon looked up at Markus from where he sat, and smiled. Carl watched as he sipped on his water, watched the look in his son’s eyes when he was with Simon. He knew that look, he had wore that look with his late wife. He handed the cold glass back to his son and watched as the two androids left quietly. The old man closed his eyes and smiled. His son was going to be loved after he was gone. And that’s all he needed.

#detroit become human #dbh markus #dbh simon #simarkus #lgbtq #dbh #dbh carl

[cyberbunny07]

The Star of The Show.

A multific (Vox x OC)

Chapter 1

A.N. This is my first published work, so please let me know if anything should be changed. Thank you for reading and I am so excited to start writing this! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.

Warnings - This is set in Hell and will go over less than savory topics. Swearing and toxic relationships, along with violence in later chapters, will be present. If you are uncomfortable with any of these, please keep scrolling and read a more pleasant post.

As usual, the tower was filled with the shouts of Val and Vox. Ever the lovers.

“Val, I’ve told you twice now that-”

“And I’ve told you that I don’t care. They’re my sluts, Vox. If you wanted to control how I do it, then you should have taken me up on my offer.”

Vox rolled his eyes, “Yes, yes, your shitty offer. I’m not stupid.”

Velvette wanted to shoot one of them. Or both.

Both is good.

“But amore, you just-”

"Quit calling me ‘amore’, Val. I’m not one of your whores. If you want to fuck a hole go get your precious Angel Dust,” Vox strided over to the elevator, not wanting to listen to the prissy prince anymore.

Valentino scoffed, “If you’re jealous I could show you just how much you-”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Hell was just as expected. Hot, humid, polluted, and crappy.

Really fucking crappy.

The tall buildings that would normally remind him of his old life made him feel trapped. And in a way, he was. Trapped here due to some… not so moral decisions. Not that he really cared. But being stuck in a not so good deal with Valentino and Velvette was rather annoying. Velvette kept to herself. She handled her department and kept her outbursts to herself. Valentino, however, was an egocentric, prissy, idiotic, pathetic whore that he made the mistake of conversing with.

But his biggest mistake was letting something foster between them. He knew that he was in it for the sex. And so was he. But it was stale. He was sick of it, but every time he tried to break it off, Valentino would use guilt trip him into ‘one more night’.

Hell, he was pathetic.

The hinges nearly broke as he, yet again, threw the studio door open. He wasn’t even mad at Valentino, for that at least, anymore. He was pissed at himself. He’s Vox. He has his own technological empire.

But there wasn’t anyone else, and Val was easy. Mundane and repetative, but it was familiar.

He liked familiar.

The chime of his monitors getting online was familiar. The lines of numbers and letters was familiar. The stupid picture in the corner of the three of them when they first started was familiar.

What wasn’t familiar was his old club. What was it called again?

Luminex.

When did that shithole get so popular? He scrolled up and it nearly doubled it’s profits last month. Probably some asshole fucking with him.

He groaned as he got up, looking through the rest of the numbers in the background as he started walking to that stupid old club.

When was the last time he walked somewhere?

It’s been a while. It wasn’t that bad. He could see his face nearly everywhere. Nice little ego boost. Especially after that asshole Val ruined his day.

He just needed to let this go. They’ll talk it out later.

Maybe.

The club had that old ‘20s feel. The large neon sign with glass doors. A blue and black theme, Velvette’s little joke to him. He regrets letting her design it. He could care less about this place, but, of course, they decided it would be funny to fuck with his numbers.

For being 1920’s theme, the building itself was very modern. Thank fuck for that. The glass doors slide open as he walked up adn looked around. There was a fuck ton of people. Weird. Maybe they had a porn show or something. Something he specifically told them not to do.

But as he walked through the crowd, some too drunk to recognize him and others sober enough to give a wide berth, he saw that it was just some singer.

She worked there, that much was clear. A digital mask and the uniform. It looked weird. Too colorful and shiny. He’d have to talk to the manager for letting this bitch think-

Fuck.

He heard of people who were like sirens and shit, but he never heard them before. No wonder this club was full. This bitch could sing. And well.

He sighed as he sat at the bar, watching. It was like one of those… what was it called? A cabaret? One of those little song and dance things.

Lily. Apparently that was her name. Stage name, he guessed. Some slug demon tried to throw his jacket up, only for some other shark demon to catch it. And him.

He rolled his eyes at how pathetic some demons were. Even at his lowest he never stooped that low.

He cringed at the thought of Val. Okay… maybe he’s not that above, but still.

He only planned to stay for a song. Just a simple song. Not her whole damn performance. He’ll blame it on the siren shit.

“Thank you for listening, you’ve been a,” she stepped to the side as someone threw another shirt, “wonderful audience.” She left through the curtains, avoiding the more unkept attendees.

She kept a smile that entire performance and made eye contact with the audience. He had to admit, she knew how to do crowd service. Not bad to look at. Maybe she wouldn’t be that bad of an addition if he-

"Mr. Vox, pleasure to see you here,” that same voice came from behind him.

He put on his smile, matching her own, “Ah, well, I heard this little club got popular overnight. I wanted to see why.” He sure did. She was taller than he expected. Nearly as tall as him. Brown, pinned up hair with a fade to red. Her face was covered by the digital mask the staff wore.

A slight tilt of her head and a small smirk appeared on the screen, “Well, was my performance to your liking?” He could’ve sworn he heard her before.

“Well,” he let out a short laugh. He wouldn’t admit that he was rather amazed by her, “It explains the rise in popularity.” That smirk grew into a smile, she knew. Damn it.

“I’m glad,” she toyed with a glass that the bartender passed, “I must say, I was rather surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it is my club.”

She laughed softly. Who the hell laughs like that in a place like here?

“I know, but seeing how busy you must be with VoxTek, I'm amazed you have the time to-”

His watch lit up, showing what Vox assumed was the result of another Val tantrum.

“Vox, you better get your bloody ass over here and calm ‘his majesty’ down.”

He sighed, getting up from his seat, “My apologies. Seems like I’m needed elsewhere.”

She looked a bit disappointed. Well, as much as the mask showed. “No need. I do hope you’ll come back another time so we could finish our conversation, though.”

He smiled, “I’m sure we will.”

The tower was a mess. Again.

“What the fuck took you so long? He ruined my manager. You better calm him the fuck down or I’ll go over there and turn his wings into my next winter coat.”

He forced a smile, “Yes, yes. What has him upset today?”

Velvette rolled her eyes, looking over a fabric, “Hell if I know, just calm him down.”

Helpful as always.

He tuned into the cameras in Val’s studio, seeing that he was fuming in his room, “Right, well, fine.”

Fine. When was it ever fine? Valentino seemed to have an episode every other day and it messed with his and Velvette’s studios. Then he had to come him and stop him from destroying anything else. Again. And again.

It was monotonous by now.

He sighed, putting on a smile as he entered the room, “Val! What seems to have you out-”

“Angel Dust spoke to me!”

Him again?

“Well, what did he say?” It felt like talking to a toddler.

“He said something about not giving a shit about me. Me! I made him! The only reason people know him is because of me! The ungrateful slut!”

He continued his little rant.

Normally he’d be happy to get rid of Angel. He’d have more of Val to himself. But now that idea seemed… lackluster.

“I swear to fucking god I'm going to kill everyone in that shitty hotel. I just know it was Lucifer’s bratty daughter-”

“Val,” he grabbed his face, a bit harsher than usual, “calm down. You have him under contract, how many times do I need to tell you?”

“But he-”

“But no, put your gun away and get back to your studio.”

There was a tense silence, but seeing as Valentino didn't want to get an already pissy Vox mad, he huffed as he stood up straight, “Fucking fine.”

“Thank you.”

Val smiled as he bent over to lift Vox’s chin, only for him to walk off, “Oh, come on! Don't tell me you’re still pissed about earlier. I told you-”

Silence. That’s all he wanted. Of course, with three emotionally volatile Overlords in close proximity, silence was a are thing to find.

“Vox, what the hell did you say to Val? He’s moping in his studio.”

“Nothing I haven’t said before.” He was scrolling through his phone while on the couch, looking over the recent sales.

Velvette was good at reading people. That was part of the reason why Vox chose her to be a part of the Vee’s. The only thing was that she saw past all of the bullshit smiles he put on, which was really fucking annoying.

“Where did you go? You weren’t in your studio or even in the tower.”

“Nowhere.”

Velvette gave him a look, causing him to sigh. “Nowhere important, just that old club you made for me.”

She laughed, “Luminex? That shit’s still running?”

“Yeah. It’s popular, even.”

“Popular? You mean it has more than 5 people or something?”

“Popular as in it was full.”

She was waiting for him to laugh it off and say he was joking. That shitty little club that she made as a joke was popular?

“How?”

“Lily.”

She paused. Lily? Who the hell was that? And why did he sound so…

“She’s the latest attraction. Some siren demon. She even changed up your design for the uniforms.”

That caught her interest, “My design? That was some shit that Fare pulled out her arse. That’s nothing like-”

“She was good.”

Still on about that Lily person?

“Oh? What, you want to shag her or some shit?”

“No.” Yes? No. He didn’t know, “But, I was thinking about bringing her to another club.”

Oh… he was being stupid again, “So you do want to fuck her.”

Vox glared at her, making her pause.

Oh shit.

She had a shit-eating grin, “Don’t tell me you have a little crush on her. That’s bloody adorable! Never took you as the type.”

“Velvette.”

“Was she hot?”

“Velvette.”

“She was definitely hot, wasn’t she? Oh, shit, did you talk to her?”

A small flinch as he looked even more annoyed.

That pulled a laugh from her, “Holy fuck, you did! Big bad overlord Vox fancies a siren chick. That’s bloody hilarious.”

“Was he as hot in real life?”

She laughed at Clara’s antics.

“Yeah, actually. His voice, especially.”

Odette rolled her eyes as she looked over the shipments for tomorrow, “Vera, seriously? He’s an overlord.”

Clara gave her a look, making her sigh, “I mean, he thinks your a normal sinner. He probably just wants some entertainment.”

“You mean he wants to fuck.”

“Clara.”

“That's my name, yes.”

Vera smiled at the two. They might not technically be her sisters, but it felt like it.

“Look, I’m just saying,” Odette took off her glasses, “you can’t expect anything good to come from this. He’s a part of the Vee’s. Nothing good comes from them.”

“But the sex would be good.”

“Clara!”

She shrugged, smiling, “What? I bet he could make it vibra-”

“Okay,” Vera stood up, laughing a bit to herself, “Let's just go to bed, alright? Don't want to get off schedule, right Odette?”

Clara snickered.

“Is it so wrong to have a sleep schedule?”

“And a meal schedule, and a day schedule, and a noon schedule, and a-”

“I get it, Clara.”

“A night schedule, a dress schedule, a-”

“Good night, Clara.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox x oc

[landofzero-archive]

Battle on the Sugoroku Board - God Won’t Roll The Dice 2

(Location: “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” program set)

Natsume: …… It looks like the person over there is a staff membER.

Arashi: Hmm. They’re wearing some strange clothes. It looks like they’re wearing a team vest that matches the color of the set.

Natsume: They’re probably an NPC from “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” I thiNK. It seems they didn’t have enough budget to make costumes for the staFF.

Maybe I can ask them for a mission to get goLD. Let’s talk to them.

Staff: Ahh, you’re just in time! Could you take this box to the store over there?

I was planning to deliver the goods myself, but I got injured— As thanks, I’ll give you all the money I have. It’s important to be confident that the goods will be delivered properly!

Natsume: …… HmM. The mission details also seem like they’re based on the gaME.

It’s just called “Open World SugoroKU.”

It’s likely that, in the early stages, some teams will adopt a hiding strategy and actively stockpile gold and iteMS.

Arashi: The set’s announcements were also sounding off a lot. I think we’re being too passive.

Natsume: It depends on how you look at iT. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s a risk of moving too muCH.

I think the reckless actors were wiped out in the early stagES, but from here on we should also be proactiVE.

First, there’s the transporting to the store missiON. If we try to go the shortest rouTE, we’ll end up walking through the middle of an open roAD, increasing the risk of contact with the eneMY.

It takes longer to move forward while hiding in the shadoWS, but our end-game item loadout could overwhelm the enemy teAM.

I’m not sure which is the best solutiON.

Arashi: That’s how it is, isn’t it. We don’t have any support items, we’re too defenseless.

I wonder if our leader Natsume-chan will take the initiative and be an example♪

Natsume: Shouldn’t the track and fielder run theRE?

Arashi: Nope. I’m not that serious about track and field, you know?

I think a member of the game research club like Natsume-chan is better at perceiving space, so you should go. Go on, go on♪

Natsume: Don’t poke mE. It’s irritatiNG.

…… It’s no use trying to impose roles on each othER. I get it, this time I’ll walk in froNT.

InsteaD, please revive me as soon as I’m in the “State of SurrendER.” We have to avoid total annihilatiON.

Arashi: Gotcha. Leave the rest to me♪

Yuuta: Ah, there he is. Vice prez, what are you doing?

Ibara: Your voice is too loud, Yuuta-kun. Please be quiet.

Also, I was just doing some research at the moment, so could you please lower your voice?

Yuuta: You’re researching? Why now?

Ibara: Ah, now that I think about it, I didn’t tell you.

The production director of “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” had previously been in trouble with the police for assaulting entertainers.

Yuuta: Ehh, that’s unexpected~. Vice prez, you absolutely wouldn’t appear on a program like that, right?

Ibara: That was my intention, but I have a connection with NETV so I couldn’t just sit back and watch.

I took the opportunity of appearing on the show to learn more about the production director’s background.

If I use the phone provided by the program, my behavior may be monitored, so I’m using my own phone.

I’m currently asking the staff that accompanied us to record the program to report on the director’s movements.

Yuuta: Uwah, that’s against the rules.

But it doesn’t look like they’re doing anything publicly, huh? I don’t think they’re going to do anything bad if they’re being watched.

Ibara: Indeed. There haven’t been any strange movements so far.

However, it’s always a good idea to stay vigilant. There’s no guarantee that the performers won’t do something during the game under the instructions of the director.

……!? Yuuta-kun, wait.

Yuuta: Uwah, why’re you patting my head!?

Ibara: Wrong. Please lie down.

Yuuta: ?

Ibara: Look, you can see it too. There’s a bunch of idols nearby.

I don’t know what their purpose is, but we can see them.

GPS information is only supposed to be known by team members— someone might be leaking the information,

…… I thought it was strange.

Before the recording, I went to greet the idols from other agencies, but they acted hostile towards ES idols.

They may have taken advantage of the director’s weaknesses and made it so that they would win the game.

Yuuta: Ehh, that kind of thing can happen?

Ibara: It’s merely a hypothetical. We should always assume the worst case scenario, though.

We have to bring back Rinne Amagi-shi right away to avoid our team being wiped out.

Let’s use our head and get through this situation. Alright, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Understood! If I’m going to play, I want to win……!

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[belit0]

Killer - part 3 (TobiIzu)

Hashirama as a therapist… nope. part 2

"Izuna! Uchiha Izuna... I've heard so much about you, finally seeing you in person is great! Please come in, make yourself comfortable." The therapist greets him with much more energy than he would like, and now he understands why his Aniki told him to give him a chance before running off.

Just for him, he'll try.

The professional's house is genuinely beautiful, a building proper of people with money, and if the Uchiha had to bet, he would say Hashirama must have at least 4 properties in his name, about two cars, and some other luxuries in other countries.

He walks down a few corridors before arriving at the room his therapist uses as an office, walls adorned with expensive paintings and strange sculptures on overly colorful pedestals. "Your brother filled me in, at least superficially, but I expect to hear it from you. Something to drink? Coffee, water, gin?" he can't tell if the man is joking or not, with that overwhelmingly white smile plastered constantly on his face. Izuna assumes he must have cramped cheeks.

He nods in agreement, receiving a glass of room-temperature water with a strange taste, still not having uttered a word since arriving at the place, and sits down on the couch the professional indicates. A wonderful black and shiny real leather couch, with a blanket and everything to cover himself if he needs it. All he can think about is how Itachi must have had fun coming to a place like this and talking to such a guy.

He takes another sip of water, setting the glass down on a coffee table next to the sofa.

"So, Izuna! Tell me what brings you here." He chooses not to answer, figuring that if he remains silent for the entire session he can get away with Hashirama filling in the gaps with more questions he won't answer, but his soul falls at his feet upon realizing if he says nothing, he'll stare at him in silence until the hour his brother paid for is over.

After about ten minutes of staring at the floor and the room, scanning the place, and picking the skin off his fingernails while nervously tapping his foot against the floor, he finally gives in, "the room isn't bugged or anything? What about that?" There is a camera in one of the corners of the room, security system, with a red light that keeps flashing in his direction. He feels watched, monitored, the same feeling he can't seem to get out of his body since that night.

"Patient with pronounced paranoia," Hashirama seems to mutter to himself, but in a tone of voice too loud to intend for him not to hear it. He writes in his notebook as he glances at him cautiously, waiting for Izuna to step on the stick again, "Of course not, I work with a lot of cops every day, people who went through even worse things than you. The camera is for precaution, my own safety."

"Ha, I doubt that."

"What makes you think that?"

"Let's start with how the shot went out the butt of my own gun and sent me straight into a death trap?" The words come out in a trail of anxiety and desperation, as if they had long been stuck on the tip of his tongue without courage to utter them. Izuna never dared to speak of that night aloud, neither to the police nor to his brother, fearing that replaying it will make it real.

If he ignores it, he can pretend it didn't happen.

"Anger and resentment mixed with dissociations and metaphors." The therapist continues to write, one leg crossed over the other as if ignoring him. "Are you going to repeat everything you write down in your damn notebook? Are you making fun of me?"

"Oh no, just a bad habit, I always needed to write out loud, people at my college hated me for it."

"Are we here to talk about you or me?" The question is an attempt at defensive aggression, exposing him in the face of having to talk.

"Well, that's up to you, exactly. You don't seem open to talking about it, and I'm afraid if I push you you'll run out the door. Tell me, Izuna, what do you need?"

"What do I need?"

"You don't want to speak, you're angry, paranoid, shut down... you yourself should know better than anyone else what your head needs." The lightness of his words and the ease with which he reads him leads him to wonder how much information his Aniki revealed regarding his situation, or if the guy is genuinely good enough to notice his afflictions so easily.

There's something about the man that doesn't sit right with him, the same feeling he had that night before he walked through that motel door, the same instinct he ignored as it implored him to run and get the hell away from that shithole.

Hashirama's smile is haunting, too perfect to be real, and the questions he asks are too pointed, too unorthodox. Izuna never went to a psychologist, but from the experiences he's heard from different people, your therapist doesn't treat you this way.

"What happened that night, Izuna?" he asks dismissively, reducing the glimpse of his white teeth so as not to be so tetric while making the question.

"I was attacked, you should know."

"Who attacked you?"

"The white demon."

"Uh, I like that name. Tell me about him." He sets the notebook down on the coffee table in front of him, resting the pen he uses to write on it. He places each elbow on one of his knees, and rests his chin on his hands, leaning forward in a gesture of genuine interest for his response.

"I couldn't release details, they're part of a private, confidential investigation." The Uchiha feels trapped, cornered, sinking his back against the leather couch and begging for the fabric to swallow him up. Both hands clench the edge tightly, knuckles white, and he makes an enormous effort to keep his breathing calm.

"Come on, my friend! You couldn't guess the number of cops who passed by that same couch and said that same speech! Everything here is private, confidential, I'm as professional as you are, you're safe." A disturbing uneasiness creases his chest as he notices his mind relax, letting himself be carried away by the therapist's words and entering into his game.

Maybe talking about it isn't so bad, putting it into words can help make it go away. Maybe he is truly paranoid, feeling persecuted everywhere he goes. The messages he's been receiving on his phone don't help, nor does the fact that his attacker seems to have eyes everywhere.

"He...tricked me. I thought I had him, but I was following the steps he wanted me to follow." He confesses looking down at the floor, unable to hold the professional's gaze as he spontaneously opens his heart.

"What happened?"

"He took me wherever he wanted, and did whatever he wanted with me."

"Did you like it?"

" Excuse me?" He wants to believe he misheard the question, but the therapist's morbid grin on his face indicates otherwise. The query was as real as the pit forming in his stomach from discomfort, and all the walls he thought prudent to tear down rise back up with more force.

"I mean, my brother told me about it, he said you moaned like a bitch in heat when he was inside you, I just want to know if it was real or if he's bluffing." The darkness in his eyes denotes evil, and the fact that he gets up and walks to the door and opens it as well.

"Wha-a… my-y bro-other-"

"Brothers... yeah, it's crazy what one does for them, isn't it? Look how far I've gone for mine! A ruined career and a direct ticket to a country where I'm unimpeachable. It's not personal, Izuna, he just really likes you!" Hashirama watches him with demented eyes, and the Uchiha doesn't have time to react, to move, to try to run away.

The open door would give him a unique opportunity, but his body does not respond. Freedom is so close, yet he cannot reach it.

How did this happen? How can it be possible for him to show up for a therapy session with the man that the whole police headquarters seems to use for difficult cases only to have everything go to hell? Is it paranoia making him imagine things? Is it post-traumatic stress making him see situations that don't exist?

All his doubts become clear when his worst nightmare walks through the door.

Paralyzed with panic, all he can do is cry and scream incoherently when Tobirama walks in with a smirk on his face, pats his brother on the shoulder, and heads towards him.

“Long time no see, baby, missed me?”

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[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE x KING'S GAME - PART 4    

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??? : Wake up, Emma! 

??? : Emma, wake up!!

EMMA : ...Huh...?

BURN : Oh, you're finally awake! Thank goodness!

EMMA : Burn? Sparrow? Liebe? 

SPARROW : Are you okay, Emma? You fainted...

LIEBE : If you had slept any longer I would have had to wake you with a kiss. Unfortunate as it is that I didn't get to kiss you, I'm glad you are okay~

EMMA : Yeah, thank you guys. But where are we...?

Observing the unfamiliar room, I spotted mysterious monitors set up in the corners. And on the far wall there were three doors. All of which were a different color. Red, blue, and yellow. 

EMMA : The last thing I remember, I went to the hall to participate in the game, then strange smoke appeared, and then...

BURN : After you guys inhaled that smoke you all passed out and the floor opened up swallowing you guys in!

EMMA : The floor opened up?

SPARROW : Yeah, it turned into a slope and you all slid down it. We followed to catch you as you fell. 

LIEBE : We fell through the ceiling into this room. Of course, I made sure to cushion your fall so you wouldn't incur any injuries. 

EMMA : Thank you for that. What about everyone else?

VICTOR : Hey, Emma. We're here, just trying to figure out what's going on. 

EMMA : Victor!? I'm so glad you're safe!

YMIR : Talk about a rough welcome. If I'd fallen on my face, I would burn this whole place to the ground...

LEN : That asshole! The one who planned this game is going straight on my revenge list!!

Exploring the room to assess the situation, we found several other men lying unconscious.

BURN : Six guys besides us. So a total of ten people are in this room. We got pretty lucky, you know? It seems there were multiple exits at the end of that slope. So, all of us being together is already a good sign! 

YMIR : So the other participants, close to fifty people, were probably allocated to random rooms like us?

EMMA : It's likely.

VICTOR : Hm, I'm curious about the whereabouts of the others too, however, more importantly, if you take a look at the wall there are three doors. Can't we proceed through them?

YMIR : Wow, those are some really tacky doors.

LEN : Should we go through 'em? We can't just sit on our asses all day, right?

Without a care in the world, Len went to open the red door, but...

LEN : Crap. No good. It's locked. 

EMMA : The yellow one is locked as well.

VICTOR : The blue one too.

LEN : Goddamn it!! Open up you assholes!!

SPARROW : Oh, um...Please don't get violent! 

YMIR : Huh...The windows are barred shut as well. And the glass seems to be specially reinforced.

The other men who were trapped with us also began to wake up one by one, frantically banging on the doors and windows.

??? : Everyone, please be quiet.

EMMA : !?

A male host appeared on the monitors installed in the four corners of the room.

MALE 1 : You asshole!! Let us out already!! 

MALE 2 : Who the hell do you think you are!?

HOST : I understand that you may be confused by the sudden turn of events. But what you should aim for is to become the king, and only that. From now on, only those who overcome several trials will be eligible to be crowned the king, ruling over this banquet.

YMIR : This is a pre-recorded video, isn't it?

VICTOR : Probably. Either that or they are intentionally ignoring us. I even blew a kiss at the screen and there was no reaction whatsoever. 

LEN : Are you an idiot!?

EMMA : Wait. Did you guys hear the sound of a door unlocking!?

LEN : It came from the red one! 

MALE 3 : It's red!!

MALE 4 : Move! I'm going first!!

MALE 5 : Outta my way!!

The three men simultaneously rushed for the red door. 

EMMA : They're running with so much force...What should we do? If we don't run for it, they're gonna beat us to it.

YMIR : No. We wait. It's best to see what happens when they open the door. There might be a trap behind it. 

HOST : Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention~ Be careful not to rush. You don't know what awaits you on the other side~

With a flash of a menacing smile, the video on the monitor disappeared. 

EMMA : What was that..!?

SPARROW : I-I don't know...

BURN : Looks like the battle for the door has come to an end!

One of the men who had been involved in the heated argument over the door managed to open it. At the same time, the floor the men were standing on gave way and they all plummeted into a deep pit.

MEN : Ahhhhh!!!

The screams of the men faded into the dark depths. 

YMIR : It seems quite deep.

VICTOR : Indeed.

LEN : This asshole is trying to kill us! This is way beyond a game!

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Keter Duty, or Is the Doctor Accepting House Calls?

Triggers: copious amounts of fluff, bad French

It was day 2 of my three week stint on Keter Duty, along with Dr. Clef. Although technically my supervisor for the duration, aside from teaming up with him to pay Dr. Bright back, we hadn't really talked much. Now, we were both anchored to a desk, watching monitors and filing out endless piles of reports. Then, the phone on my desk rings, and I nearly lose my favorite teacup due to a jump scare.

"Agent (REDACTED), how can I help? What? O-okay, just let me finish this sentence and I'll be right in. Are you sure he asked for me? I see. Please assure him I'll be there in five minutes." I hang up, and I must have not looked right, as Clef shot a worried glance at me.

"So... uh, 05 wants me to pay our Doctor a house call. Should I be concerned, Dr. Clef?"

"Maybe. Did they say why they want you to say howdy to 049?"

"Some kind of experiment. And now that I said it out loud, I'm even more alarmed."

"But... no details beyond that, huh?"

"Orders from 05, so... no."

"Okay. First, brush your hair kid, it's sticking up in 99 directions." I do the best I can with a folding brush/mirror combo. "Now, fix your blouse, it's half tucked in. The Doctor dislikes slobs."

"Explains the antipathy towards Dr. Bright then. Next on the list?"

"049 loves lavender. I'll have a guard meet you at his cell with a nice big plant from the greenhouses."

"Bet he can also use some nice new notebooks too. I bought a pack of really good quality ones, in his color, by coincidence. Think he can use them?" I grab the notebooks out, and hand one to Clef to inspect.

"I think the Doctor may have a new favorite visitor soon. These, these are really nice. Amazon?"

"Local bookbinding place I literally stumbled into. Long story short, bought half their inventory as gifts for my artistic buddies." I check the clock. "Gotta go. You sure I look okay?"

"Pretty as a painting by 343. You're going to be just fine, Sparrow."

"Wait- how did you guess my nan's nickname for me?"

"You just look like a Sparrow. Off you go, 049 isn't fond of waiting." I nod, grab the notebooks and head to the Keter wing. To my relief, Agent Strelnikof is the guy with the ridiculously big lavender pot. I knock on the door.

"Entrez, si vous plait." We walk in, and Strelnikof sets down the pot. "Ah, a gift. How thoughtful, my dear. Agent Strelnikof, I know being around me distresses you so. Why not take a stroll to the break room, grab a nice cup of coffee?" Strelnikof looks at the Doctor, unsure. "I assure you, the young lady is safe with me. Besides, it's not like I'm not aware of the surveillance."

"It's fine. You need a break." Strelnikof nods and exits. And I'm alone with the Doctor.

"Hello, Doctor." I bow, knowing what's likely to happen if I shake hands. "I brought you a few other things, I know you write tons of notes, so these might be helpful." I hand over the stack of five notebooks.

"These will be of service, ma cherie. Merci."

"You're welcome, Doctor. Anything to help. Speaking of, you asked to see me?"

"Yes, my child. First, tell me: how is your wrist?"

"Almost back to snuff, a few weeks more."

"Good. Now, on to the issue at hand. I would like to try an experiment with you. I have noticed you seem to have a subconscious affect on anomalous individuals, in that you can negate their abilities to some extent. For example, 076-2 seems far less aggressive in your company. I wonder if this ability of yours would work on me?"

"Okay, how would you like to test this theory?"

"It's a little hard to explain... but I'd like to touch you, if I may." Huh. That's new. But... he seems so shy about it. Fine. I'm willing to die of morbid curiosity if he's willing to try it, I kinda signed up for this. So, with some slight trembling, I offer my once broken wrist for him. He takes my bare wrist in his gloved hands, and I wait for a death that never comes. Instead, he's gently examining my hand and wrist. He's humming something just under my hearing, but I know the tune. Anyone of French descent knows "Allouette". "My theory is so far, holding water. Shall we proceed to the next test?" Suddenly, soft instrumental music is playing. The Doctor takes my other hand in his, and we start up a slightly awkward waltz.

"You know, as much as 05 may not like to hear this, I'm enjoying this test. You're a better dancer than I am." From behind the mask, I hear a chirpy kind of laughter. So, Doc is having fun too? I'm glad, he's always so serious. As the tune ends, we come to a stop. He's still holding my injured wrist as he bows over it. And before I can help myself, I find myself proposing one final test.

"Well, as much as I enjoy your company, I imagine you have much work ahead of you. Before I go, though... if you're willing, may I give you a hug?"

"A hug from you? By all means." I embrace the bird masked anomaly, and I swear I can feel a huge weight lift from him. We hold each other for both far too long and far too short. "My dear sweet Agent, you may visit me when you wish. I enjoy your company. I do hope I see you more often."

"Regettably, I'm still on Keter Duty for three weeks. I can stop in for a while during slow times and breaks, though."

"I look forward to it. Frankly, it's rare to meet someone so sweet who can deal with Bright."

"He can be a bit too much, that is true. Goodbye, Doctor."

"Until we meet next, Agent." I bow, and step back into the hallway. My visit with the Doctor has given me food for thought.

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Let's Talk: Death Crawlers

The moral opposites of Night Watchers, and the current high ruling species of the modern world. They have been taking advantage of the fact the Night Watchers cursed them to be unable to physically harm humans by integrating themselves into society.

The Reveal of Monsterkind

Death Crawlers are solely responsible for humanity's awareness of monster/inhuman species. It occurred not long into the 21st century, and was a whole ordeal. There was a world-wide panic and Death Crawlers "stepped up to help ease humanity's fears".

What happened was the Death Crawlers set intentional traps for humans to discover several large vampire nests, werewolf dens, siren pod hideouts, etc. Once everyone began to panic because there was undeniable evidence supporting that monsters exist, Sortis and the Elders stepped forward as public representatives of their species to help humanity. Basically, they're mocking early-day Night Watchers by being the "median" between humans and everything else.

There were a series of "hearings" where Sortis, The Elders, representatives of different countries, and representatives of different species all met to determine ways of easing living for their kind/what their limits would be. Dragons refused to participate, knowing what Death Crawlers are, hence why everyone else pretty much agreed that as long as Dragons remain in their Realm, then there wouldn't be an issue.

Sortis and The Elders

Sortis is the first created Death Crawler. Only he and one of the Elders know the origins of his existence, but there is speculation that he is actually somehow a Demon/Night Watcher. He has a specialization in Time based Magic (for those that know Latin, yes this is where he earned his name). He's very limited in what he can do: he can only see events as they occurred/will occur. Can read people's thoughts (limited to what they actively think in response to something. ie if he says something about Malvo and Maxlar thinks "stfu", he knows it)

Death Crawlers don't have an official sort of government necessarily. They kind of do what they please unless Sortis declares it "unbecoming of our nature". Sortis is hailed as sort of this fictitious god on earth by the Death Crawlers (I mean, let's be honest, if humanity still had the first human alive today, wouldn't we do the same?)

The Elders are technically a second generation of Death Crawlers. Not related to Sortis by blood, but helped create more Death Crawlers so they could naturally populate over time. They're kind of interesting, as they each have a specialty that they use to assist Sortis in his plans. It is unclear why Sortis needs the Elders, but it is clear the Elders are like enforcers of the code of Death Crawlers. They monitor every Death Crawler to determine whether they are staying true to their nature or being misguided.

The first of the Elders is Ancteactus. He appears as an old, black man with a long gray beard. He has golden eyes and an aquiline nose. He specializes on seeing the past, thus meaning he can see much further than Sortis, can project the images of the past he sees whether onto a mirror/window/or directly into someone's mind. Ancteactus, despite being "the past" holds the second greatest honor between the Elders because he once saved Sortis's life.

Hodiernus is a middle aged man with a more Middle Eastern appearance, except his hair is a lighter color. He specializes in the present, meaning he can see your thoughts/hear your thoughts/can share your thoughts with someone else/can project your thoughts onto a mirror/window. He's an asshole, more so than the others. He is constantly interrupting you with your own thoughts and is the poster child for shit-eating grins.

Posterus is the only female Elder and appears as a young woman, very blonde with almost doll-like features. She's the most unpredictable Elder, and more often than not is siding against Sortis, yet he still keeps her in the highest esteem. It is unclear why, but many predict it is because she specializes in the future. She can see options for the future and can choose which one to expand upon. This is partly why she is so unpredictable, because as time unfolds, the original point of choice for her will solidify something and will change the paths once again.

Meaning, if she sees a rock on the ground she sees these options: Sortis steps on it and hurts his foot, Sortis does not step on it and nothing happens, or he sees it and kicks it away. She chooses the first option to expand upon. This will show her him hurting himself on the rock, becoming angry, and now, in a sour mood, is presented with bad news. However, what actually occurs is he sees the rock, kicks it away, is presented with bad news, but is able to handle it due to his mood not being already soured.

So, in a more complicated scenario, she may choose to put her faith into one path, but as time goes on, the path she chose no longer is an option/changes drastically thus presenting new options for her to view and side with.

She plays a massive role in the lives of Maxlar and Malvo Whishling, and the younger Whishling has a certain respect for her. As time unfolds, it becomes increasingly unclear as to why Malvo would respect her, but no one wants to question it.

And those are the villains! Technically! Anyways, soon the character drabbles will be here! They're gonna just be more in-depth descriptions of their appearances, their personalities, and for some of them, backstory that doesn't spoil anything!

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....and the Oscar goes to.. | Tom Holland X Male!actor reader. 

A/N: this was just something I wrote because I got inspired I guess. Happy Pride everyone!

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You couldn’t decide whether time was slipping through your fingers too quickly or if this had been the longest night you’d ever experienced.

seconds slowed to a crawl while you tried to gather yourself before it was your turn to take the stage. You were nervous. Not about being at the oscars or presenting for the first time. Not even about being nominated for your leading role in the second installment of a critically acclaimed trilogy. No, you’d been used to these sorts of things, you’d been an actor since you were a very young kid. Starting on television before film, and you even got to hold the Emmy the show had won when you had just turned a teenager.

No, you were nervous about who exactly you’d be presenting to. Of the five nominees and potential winners, only one could cause such an intensive feeling in your chest. Only one could awaken a sense of dread that battled with a feeling of intensive happiness mixed with anticipation, and it was Tom.

You’d known each other for years and had come to fall in love. You’d met as young co-stars on set and eventually grew into an inseparable friendship that progressed into something far more. Neither of you were sure when the feelings started but it felt like they’d always been there and you weren’t exactly complaining.

Your blissfulness with Tom was beautiful but short lived. After almost a year of being official you both agreed to take a break from the relationship. Unbeknownst to Tom you were just agreeing to save face and hadn’t pried for an answer out of fear of being hurt. You just accepted that this was how things were now, and took a step back.

You’d still kept in contact with him. It was hard not to. He was still your best friend. But whether it was the business of work or something a little more awkward, distance grew between you both as the multi-hour long facetime calls and text threads became once-a-week check-ins to just make sure you were alive and okay.

Time had passed, and you didn’t have a clue what you could possibly say to him now. You certainly didn’t want to ruin his special night. But you’d missed him so much and felt like you would implode at the first sign that he’d be interested in getting back together with you. But you also didn’t want to seem desperate or needy if he’d moved on. You didn’t want to slip and say those three words again in the moment.

Father time showed you no mercy as the sand in his hourglass suddenly shifted from a slow-motion drip to a flood. The seconds you’d spent daydreaming of your past with Tom and pondering about the your potential future had passed and left you with little time to gather yourself before presenting. still you shook your hands, arms, and lastly shoulders, putting all your worries aside and waited for introduction from the host.

Before long you’d been counted in to walking on stage, and heard the host over the microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, to present the award and introduce the nominees for Best Supporting Actor, please welcome one of this year’s nominees and one of our generation’s greatest talents: Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The applause erupts from the audience like a revved up engine as you took center but it was nothing compared to the standing ovation you’d receive later on that night when receiving your own award for Best Actor.

You were stood promptly center staged with the towering Oscar statue reflecting onto the black stage floor beneath your feet. Your outfit was alluring and would surely be the next hot topic which is rare for male stars. You looked like a million bucks. Everyone knew it, most of all, Tom.

You smile and wave as you approach the microphone, your teeth shining a blinding white, and wait for a hush from the crowd.

You chuckle lightly as a few hoots and hollers sound out as the cheers subside.

You eye the monitor across the room and start to read, your nerves dying down as your jokes land and laughter echoes around the room.

As you finish the introduction, clips start to show behind you to accompany the names of the nominees as the cameras catch a glimpse of each of their reactions.

You couldn’t help but notice how tough the competition was as each actor was called. Steven Yuen playing a detective in a thrilling murder mystery. John David Washington in a fictional film playing the world’s first black astronaut aiding in the discovery of lovecraftian horrors. Andrew Garfield for his role as a psychotic narcissist and genius businessman. Oscar Issac acting in a sci fi space opera asking questions of existentialism.

Finally, you had to withhold your smile as you called out the last name. He had returned to his Billy Elliot roots being nominated for his role in a astonishing musical romance film. “Tom Holland.” You’d been ecstatic when he’d told you about it as you’d always recommend he tried it again since it made him so happy in his younger years.

You spot him a few rows from the stage, making eye contact with him and wondering if he was thinking about you the way you had done with him earlier. You couldn’t help but notice him squirming in his chair and fidgeting with his hands. Selfishly asking yourself if this wasn’t just about the award but about having you present it to him.

Seeing you here after what felt like an eternity apart and your reunion potentially being the greatest achievement of both your careers. Making it the greatest night of your lives, that is, if you were still together. But you were still best friends. That’s what mattered. So you push your self centered thoughts aside and shoot him a small wave that he returns with a smile and thumbs up. letting you know he was okay and that you could continue as the camera pans back to you capturing your not so hidden giddiness.

This awarded some small oos and aahs from the crowd as your relationship with him had been a wholly celebrated one. especially among your marvel peers.

You’re handed an envelope and statue as the music ends and the applause dies down and you take one final glare into the camera before beginning to open the envelope.

“....and the Oscar goes to,” you take a peek at the crowd and see some of the nominees holding hands with loved ones. others plainly

awaiting your next words with bated breath. The anticipation shone on everyone’s faces. Even those that weren’t nominated. Your not-so-hidden grin giving away the answer mere milliseconds before his name escaped your lips. “Tom Holland!”

Tom shot up with a shared expression of shock and happiness on his face. Pecking his mother on the cheek as she wipes the tears of pride from her eyes. His best mate Harrison gives him a quick embrace and a pat on the back before he moves on to shake hands with the director and smile at everyone cheering him on as he gradually moves toward the stage still completely baffled at the victory.

As he walks towards you in his pink pastel colored suit and brown leather dress shoes you can’t help but swell with an overwhelming feeling of joy having been here to share this career defining moment with him. You thought about how far you’d both come to get here and almost started tearing up remembering all you’d been through together.

He skipped up the miniature steps and blanketed you with both arms. You didn’t want it to end as you hadn’t felt it in a while. You threw your arms around his neck and he tightens his hold around your torso. Before you could even process them, your blunt thoughts spill out as whispers.

“I’m so incredibly proud of you. you deserve this and so much more.” you hear a small chuckle escape him as he responds. “I am trying not to cry y’know mate?” a wolf whistle comes from the crowd as you apologize for being so sappy and before he can tell you off for it you hand him his award and shove him off toward the microphone.

As he takes center stage you stand off to the side to watch him give his acceptance speech. He pauses and takes a second to gather himself before he starts talking straight from his heart with nothing prepared.

“Um, Wow. I really can’t believe this is really happening and I probably still won’t believe it happened tomorrow. Just.. wow.” his words were filled with that charmingly British accent you’d come to love so much.

“First I would like to thank my mother, without whom of course, I would not be here. I would like to thank the academy and everyone who worked on this movie from the producers and camera men, make-up and costumes, to our wonderful writers, composer, back up dancers and vocalists, and of course my friends, my co-star and the director Damien Chazelle.” whom he gestures to sitting in the second row. “I share this with all of you and I can’t thank you enough for awarding me with the opportunity to create something I love so much.”

He thanks the other nominees before turns towards you to end his speech. you felt your heart in your hands when you saw his big brown puppy eyes dart in your direction with an intensive glare of admiration.

“last but most importantly, I want to thank the inspiration for all of the love songs I sung in the film and the reason I decided to take the role. The person standing here on my right.”

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen when his words hit you like a speeding semi. you realize that he’d just called you his muse in so many words. the inspiration behind the love songs in the film no less. Meaning that with every lovestruck note his character sung he was reminded of you. All that time spent worrying if the distance between you two would cause him to forget about you, or if he’d maybe moved on and found somebody else. But no such thing had happened. He was relating his character’s longing in the film to his longing for you this entire time and that made your heart do a backflip.

You blush and cover your still ajar mouth with your fist whilst trying not to pay attention to the crowd who’s attention was fully focused on you.

He takes a deep sigh before continuing. “Y/N you’re not only the reason I took this role, but you’re the reason I was able to play it with such sincerity. You’ve been a unwavering beacon of support throughout my career in general but here you really gave me the inspiration for something special. He faces the audience again as the all follow his words with whispers of how adorable you both were. “from reading lines together in the middle of the night, to keeping me company when i’m on the brink of a meltdown.” It was all true and it only made you miss you relationship more and you found it difficult to hold back your tears.

“Y/N is the kind of best friend everybody needs, the kind of partner everybody deserves, and the person I’m so incredibly lucky to have known for so long. ..and I still can’t believe he never figured out the lyrics were all about him, It was kind of obvious-” the audience laughed you’re so close to swooning as he turns toward you again. “But, with all my heart, I love you, Y/N. Always will.” you feel as if you’re floating.

He shifts to the crowd one last time to say a final thank you before you both walk off stage one arm around one another’s shoulders. You have a short but sweet conversation backstage with him where reassures you that everything he said on stage was true and completely unscripted. He wants to talk more but knows your category is coming soon so he asks for a later opportunity and you agree before returning to your seat in the crowd.

The rest of the night flew by with you winning the award for best actor and receiving the biggest applause of the night. Tom joined in the standing ovation. You thanked everybody involved in making the film, the academy, and squeezed a little joke directed towards Tom that garnered a shared laugh from both him and the audience. You were the last award of the night and after the celebrations it was time to return to your place, where Tom was waiting for you. Wanting to talk about everything that had happened not just tonight but everything leading up to it. He also hoped you’d kept a spot open in your heart for him to return to.

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love him so much; karl jacobs

🌹 warnings: karl jacobs x reader, fluff, maid outfit, she/her pronouns, streamer!reader

🌹 Prompt: x

🌹 Description: streamer y/n has just finished setting up their recording room after moving into a new house, while karl’s out buying food the reader decided to do a maid outfit stream to build their gaming chair

🌹 AN: this is so hard to write not using gender neutral pronouns >~< also first post on tumblr, hope it goes well!

© plot content belongs to ryxjxnnx 2021. please do not modify or repost.

“Karl, babe!” She called out to the brunette. He pops his head in to see her holding up a poster of one of their favorite games. “Yeah?”

“Does this look good?” A strand of hair falls in front of her face but it doesn’t affect her as she looks at her boyfriend happily. Karl smiles at the girl’s adorable expression before looking at the poster.

“Move it a little towards the right so it’s not too close to the shelf.” He suggests. She follows his instructions with a little huff. “Here?”

“Yeah!” He grins, walking over to her and slinging his arm around her waist. “Okay! The room’s almost done, just the chair left.” She says, snuggling into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent.

“You want me to help?” He mutters, placing his lips on top of her head. She shakes her head, “Nope, I promised chat that I’ll stream it for them.” She pouts pulling away and looking at him.

“Alrighty then.” He says giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I...” He starts, giving another kiss on her forehead, “have to go buy food for dinner.” Karl says, tilting her head up so that she’s staring at him. “But I can join your stream once I come back.”

She hums before giving an excited nod, “Ok, sounds good babe.” Hugging him again and swaying from side to side.

After a while of just hugging, they both pull away and Karl then proceeds to go out, giving her a short chaste kiss on the head.

She then sets up the camera and her streaming equipment, making sure her mic is all set up, her lights in a good position, and messaging her mods to make sure that the stream will go smoothly.

“Alright, chat! Welcome!” She greets them, the short transition goes by and her figure shows as she waves at the camera excitedly. She thanks the primes and all the donations that went through while she was setting the stream up.

“I know, chat! Look at the new set up!” She grins as she stands up and spins in the center of the room. The LED lights shining a nice shade of her favorite color, bouncing off of the walls creating a pretty atmosphere.

“The only thing missing is my chair.” She says as she picks up the box and places it down in front of the camera that was now pointing a little bit towards the floor.

She crouches down in front of the camera and smirks, holding another smaller package in her hands. “Also, this, which all of you have been dying to see me in. So I’m gonna change into this but I’ll bring my mic with me.”

She says, bringing the mic out of the frame with her. She slips into the new outfit while commentating about how pretty it looks, and answering a few donations that echoed in her room from the bot that read it.

Finally she appears in all of her glory! Adorning a cute maid outfit on with the cute cat ears that her friend Nihachu had sent her. The little bells jingling around as she sits down on the floor next to the box.

“I don’t know about you, chat, but I think I look pretty hot in this.” She says, pursing her lips a little. She then giggles to herself as her chat flies past on her monitor.

“Okay, everyone, let’s build this stupid gaming chair.” She says, opening the box with a small box cutter she had.

After a few frustrating minutes, and a few calls to friends asking them for help, she had succeeded halfway through her journey before a knock interrupted her.

She jumps a little from the knock before, calling out to them. “I’m streaming!”

“Honey, I’m home!” Karl says, jokingly, peeking in her recording room. He stares at her sitting in a maid outfit, a half done chair assembled in front of her.

“Oh.” He says, slipping into the room. His face turns red at the sight of her. “You look nice.” He coughed out. She beams at him and pats the ground next to her.

“Come join me, babe.” She giggles. He sits down and just stares at her, confused and awkward. “Why...” he starts. She tilts her head. “Why what?”

He clears his throat before continuing, “why are you in a maid outfit?” He says, his blush intensifying. She laughs.

“Chat wanted to see me in this, I think I look pretty, don’t you think?” She bubbly says, continuing building her chair. “Yeah. You do.”

She smiles at him softly before continuing to talk to her chat, mindlessly following the instructions. Karl stares at her lovingly, giving feedback here and there.

Chat decided it would be nice to clip Karl staring at his partner and post it everywhere on twitter.

After the stream, the couple laid down on their shared bed. She scrolled through her twitter as Karl looks at her phone over her shoulder, laughing and giggling about random tweets. Until one tweet caught her attention.

It was a gif of Karl staring at her during the stream. His eyes filled with love and care. She smiles and retweets it, knowing well that he can see what she’s tweeting.

“God, I love him so much.”

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Can you do soulmate au headcannons for feral Bois + Wilbur please?

You are my Other half|| Feral boys + Wilbur

Please do not publish my work/ content to different websites and platforms, I only post my work here on tumblr and wattpad

A/n: I must say these were like the cutest ever QwQ

Gender Neutral! Reader

Dreamwastaken.

Okay for Dream's soulmate headcanons I like to picture that you have a specific sentence/ words written on your wrist that your soulmate would say to you.

Now, I like to think that you've met your soulmate but! You don't know that yet because of the words on your wrist.

Here's how the situation will go, so basically your a streamer (Naturally) and your friends with Dream! (Shocking :0) .

So you've recently been getting undeserved hate because of the way you play a certain game or people just don't seem to like you, sure there are your loyal fans cheering you up and all but there's just sometimes going to be someone who'd take their comments too far and it just gets to you.

So right now your on discord with Dream ( I don't if you guys want it to be the both of you are in face time so I'll leave this part vague so you can imagine which one you prefer.) and you are just venting/talking about your situation with Dream and you come to stop saying that you couldn't handle it anymore and that you didn't know what to do anymore.

Dream has experience to what your encountering, putting yourself out there and becoming a sort of influencer and gaining fame is that there will always be people to bring you down and love to see that they have left and effect on you.

" You don't need to listen to them, clearly, they don't know how amazing you are."

"Thank you Clay, you're really great too, I don't see why people seem to hate you too."

It was silent at first but then you came to a sudden realisation of the familiarity of the words Dream just told you, quickly pulling up your sleeve your eyes widen to the exact words Dream said imprinted on your wrist.

Looking up at your Monitor, you were breathless, there was a sudden change of mood and the both of you were just silent before Dream spoke once again.

"Hello, Soulmate."

Georgenotfound.

Okay, I think this one is cute but I always think Soulmate Au's are cute so here's George's Soulmate Au!

You have a clock timer to when you meet your soulmate and it's just the perfect one for this idea in my head.

So basically, your on your way to meet an online friend of yours, George or going by his online alias Georgenotfound.

You had been streaming for about a while now and you've met such wonderful people, along with George and other nice streamers on the platform.

You were looking out the window of your plane, as you were nearing to the UK, glancing down you notice the timer on your wrist had sped up and that it shows that you might meet your soulmate here in London.

You were ecstatic at the idea of meeting your soulmate at the airport, just like some cheesy RomCom you've watched before.

Going down the stairs of the airplane you go through scanning and you grab your luggage and look for George, taking out your phone you text him asking where he was and he texted back sending where he was standing, pocketing your phone your clock seems to have gone faster and that you might encounter your soulmate soon before you get to meet up with George.

Walking around you glance to see where George is, ocassionally looking at your wrist, but then you spot the man holding up a welcome sign you walk over to him but just as you were about a few feet away you put down your luggage and make a sprint running to him, to attack him in a hug.

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You hug George as he carries you and spins you around, the both of you laughing as you look up at him and smile, it was finally that moment you got to meet him.

He sets you down and you look down to your wrist that your timer, you brush your hand over it and George grabs your wrist to look at it, as he examines it you look up at him in surprise, your soulmate was the person you were so desperate to meet.

He looks up at you and smiles even wider as he pulls up his sleeve and showing that the his timer to had gone off, he encases you in a hug and you chuckle wrapping you arms around his shoulder.

Sapnap.

Okay, so this one I like to make this that you and Sap are strangers in this one because, why not? And it would be perfect for the soulmate Au I chose for Sapnap.

Your Soulmate Au with Sapnap is You're deaf until you meet your Soulmate, and the first thing you'll be able to hear is their voice.

So here's how your situation goes, so given that your deaf, you had to learn ASL language to communicate with people(I make it that everyone has different Soulmate Au's, ex: your friend has the red string.) and it's sometimes hard to be able to get your bearings considering your deaf.

And hearing aids don't work as well, there's nothing you can do about it, so you just wait for your soulmate.

So, you're walking down the street after getting groceries, and you try to balance all the bags in your hand but they were to heavy and you were really desperate to not drop the groceries.

So you hug the groceries close to your body but you stiffen at the hand on your shoulder, you turn around to look at the person and they smile at you, raised their hands to sign if you needed help, dumbfounded you try to say something but you couldn't hear what you said but it was clear he did because he had this look of surprise.

And he puts a hand over his ear and looks at you and opens his mouth.

"Can you hear me?" You had the same expression he had but you nodded and then everything seemed to be clear and the both of you can hear sound now.

The two of you just talk to each other about anything you guys come up with relishing the sound of each others voice whilst carrying your groceries.

Karl Jacobs.

Okay, so for Karl's Soulmate thing I picked where your hair would be the same as your soulmates if they dye it and vice versa to your soulmate.

So basically you've had this love for gaming and you practically have been entertaining the idea of streaming, you loved people who play games whilst they streamed, talking to the people in chat and just making people's days.

And you happen to want to do the same, so basically you wanted to be exclusive with your appearance so you usually just turned your face cam off, but when you did people would gush about how nice your hair looked because of the colors you pick out.

Your streaming career had really gone well and you were quiet well known and was doing really well, the people loved you! (excluding the people who bash on you).

You've met really wonderful friends and they're just the nicest and most wonderful people!

And you have this friend named Karl he was really the best, you met him through Quackity and the two of you just really hit it off from the on.

Basically, you and Karl would be streaming later but there was a problem it was when you were with other people or felt the mood you'd turn on your camera but your soulmate decided to dye their hair and now you had the same exact color (awww and you were really growing into the old color too.)

So basically, when you got ready you joined the call with Karl(But you had your camera off) and the two of you were just playing and then you started ranting how your hair changed because your soulmate dyed their hair, Karl just comforted you and then when you were going to look at chat people wanted to see your hair so you went to open your face cam showing your hair, ruffling it a bit.

Unbeknownst to you, Karl happened to have opened your stream on his monitor, You went to talk again with Karl but he was silent for a while, then he smiled and went to talk about how he dyed his hair and he wanted to show the stream, you told him it was nice and was just oblivious to Karl's doing.

People kept on spamming your chat to check Karl's stream and so you did, you pulled up his stream and there he was, with his hair the same color as yours.

You started screaming and just yelled in disbelief letting out little chuckles, you went to cover your face with your hands and chat was ballistic (Both yours and his chat) .

Quackity.

Okay, so for Quackity I chose the one where you write on your skin it would also appear on your soulmate's (and vice versa).

So for this you use this as a form of communication since you don't know each other, it doesn't get personal but just little details about each other.

I have a feeling Quackity would draw penises as a form of prank and you'd have wash it off quickly because you know, it's embarassing but alas, you can't erase it.

It only happens to disappear after time or when your soulmate erases it.

So basically as payback to the little penises he draws you draw these shapes on your face, there are hearts, stars, and little doodles along with the words Kiss me!

It was all fun and games between you guys, and you wanted to share your little 'prank' on instagram, taking a picture of your self smiling and along with a caption saying how you pranked your soulmate.

After you had posted that you just decided to scroll through instagram smiling, but then your smiled had dropped and you saw someone posting a picture, their face having the same markings as you had drawn but you just didn't do anything and liked his picture.

But for a while it had been eating at you so you went to go and message him about being soulmates.

So you just resulted to doing it the old fashioned way and grabbing your marker and contemplating what to write, you decided to write your username and just left it at that hoping he'd check it out.

It was about a few minutes before your phone vibrated, opening you saw someone had DMed you, going on to instagram it was him!

You went to check out the message it said:

"I never knew my soulmate would be so beautiful/handsome."

"Hello to you too, Soulmate."

Wilbursoot.

Mister Soot, your soulmate Au with him would be that you have the same mark as your soulmate, it isn't some random shape but it's a specific mark that you and your soulmate would have.

I don't know how I'm going to be able to write this one so basically this is just how Wilbur found out you were his soulmate, Wilbur would be about a year or 3 older than you and it was your 21st birthday that when your soulmate mark would appear, Wilbur had already gotten his before you.

So the two of you are counting down by midnight in video chat talking and waiting for the clock to strike 12, you had been so excited, you've waited for 21 years for this moment to arrive, when the clock had striked 12 you quickly checked out what the mark was.

It was a white music note, it was cute and it was placed on your wrist, you smiled and look at Wilbur, raising you arm up to angle it so that the camera could see it and show Wilbur what the mark looked like, "Check out my soulmate mark." you found Wilbur silent but then he started giggling, "What's so funny?" You asked him frowning as you looked down to your wrist.

"I guess I finally found you, and you were just right under my nose." Wilbur giggled again.

You held a dumbfounded expression before looking down at your mark and back up again before shaking head, "I guess you found me." You said smiling.

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I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG AND THAT I WAS INACTIVE FOR SO LONG😭😭.

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