#please no one judge me for not knowing how to draw a gun haha

[ghostpengu]

we all know what happens afterwards--

#p5 #p5r #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #akechi goro #akeshu #shuake #i got this from tiktok and drew it as fast as i could akdmfmg #please no one judge me for not knowing how to draw a gun haha #pengu doodles

[theodora3022]

Too Trusting (Yandere Ciel Phantomhive X F!reader)

Summary: You picked up a half-dead young man from a dark alley, tended to his wounds  with your nurse skills. However, you did not expect his way of paying his debts.

Notes: So this is a Ciel counterpart of this by @animeyanderelover First time writing for Black butler so hopefully this do not turn out to be too OOC.

Ciel is aged up in this, so no pedophilia haha.

Word count:3.1k(I went overboard oops, a sequal is already taking space up in my mind but whatever), long read with caution

Trigger Warning(s): Gore, drugging, implied dub-con, stalking

Stars glistening behind thin clouds, while the silver moon watches over midnight London carefully. 

You yawn and stretch your stiff limbs as you walk out the hospital hall. It has been a long night, though not many patients, the slow hours from afternoon to midnight is nothing less then torture. 

You know what you were getting into when you took up studying nursing, but you still cannot chase away this sensation of annoyance. The walk back to your family’s manor is usually peaceful, as it is through a well-to-do neighbourhood of the city. But you still stay on your guard as you lower your hood cape and hurried along. Under ideal circumstances, you would have a carriage for commute, but your noble yet impoverished family could only live a modest life even though your father holds the title of Count. As a result you grown to be independent, cleaned your own room, dressed yourself,  enough to become a hard-working nurse instead of a proper noble maiden.

You were unsure of your eyes when you noticed a trail of blood prints leading towards a dark alleyway. Judging by the traces, it means the person, or the thing is still nearby as they are fresh. Should you follow this? What if it is a criminal? But your care for this person’s health got the best of you. With this amount of blood loss, the wounds can be fatal if not given proper medical care. Whoever they are, you cannot just walk away and forget all about them, as it is against your conscience.

A young man dressed in fine suits is not what you expected, although you imagined that suit would look better if not soaked crimson, it seems that he has been shot by guns, the bullet wholes are the proofs. This is no good, you thought as you observe the pool of blood forming underneath him. He needs treatment right away. Although the gunshots are not on his vital parts, such as heart or brain, the blood loss from arteries would drain his life quickly.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” Crouching down, you made a close-up examination of his condition. Unconscious and pale, it seems he had dragged his way into his dark back alley with all those bullet shots. Putting some simple bandages over his wounds, you scoop his slim form up and hurried out of that place.

It feels like a long, feverish dream for Ciel, being carried as he senses the bullets still present in his flesh.

He woke up staring towards your bedroom ceiling. It is morning already, where is Sebastian? Noticing the unfamiliar scenery, Ciel quickly reaches for his right eye, relieved to feel that his eyepatch is still intact.

With a crack of the door, you walked in with a teacup in hand. “I see that you’re awake, I was expecting you to be in coma a bit longer.” Although you are a bit offended by the young man’s cold and evaluating gaze, you still put the cup of warm water on the nightstand.

Instead of taking a sip at the liquid, he asked questions. So demanding, fitting for a young noble.

“Where am I?” “The (family name) manor, do not worry, my parents would not be home until later this week.” Brining a man home while your parents are away, how scandalous, yet you know the laundry maid and the cleaning maid knows to keep their mouths shut. “I advise you to not trying to move too intensively at present, your wounds are still healing.” Pouring yourself a cup, you took a seat on the long sofa next to him. That is where you doze off last night, where the wounded man took your bed. Today is supposed to be your day off, you planned to use it to catch up on sleep, but now it is all ruined thanks to mister mystery on your bed here.

The (family name) family? Ciel vaguely recalls reading about this name before. This house of Counts used to be quite influential in the days of the Queen’s grandfather, George III, and the regency era, but now they are nothing more then minor nobles. Still, he cannot fandom how a lady like you had saved him from that bloody mess. 

Looking down to his abdomen, Ciel can see he had received medical attention from you. Now that he has been saved from the reaper’s collection, Ciel knows the best thing to do is calling for his loyal butler. However, he must find a way to repay his debts you. You did save his life, after all.

“How long was I unconscious?” “Only for a couple of hours. May I have your name, Sir?”

He knew he should hide his identity, even from you. The less people knowing that the Queen’s guard dog was almost successfully assassinated last night, the better. But as if his lips have a mind of its own, Ciel let it slip out. “Ciel.” Good thing he managed to hold the word after.

Ciel, the French word for sky. Suitable for his eye color. “Well, pleasure to meet you Sir Ciel, I am (y/n). You might have guessed I am a noble but spare me the court protocols. Right now I am nothing but a humble nurse.” Now you have a chance to look at Ciel properly, he is actually quite handsome with those delicate features. Silky blue-black hair paired with peacock blue eyes, although one of them is covered by an eyepatch. You were tempted to pry when he was still out but choose not to as it could bring horrific consequences. Noblity can be so cruel, you do not want to get dragged into their mess further.

“I thank you, for coming to my aid.” Ciel lowering his upper body forward, attempt to bow as best as he could in his current state.

“It was nothing, really. Please be careful, Sir Ciel. Your wounds are sealed, but vigorous movement can still open them up.” Your knotted brow amuses him, how can you act so nonchalantly when receiving gratitude form Lord Phantomhive himself? You are a peculiar one indeed. Brining a stranger home and patching him up, while you know nothing of his identity or intentions. How very naïve of you. Guess there no harm in trusting you for a bit. If you want him dead you could have just left him in that damp alleyway.

Taking a sip of the teacup you prepared for him, the Earl frowned at the plain taste. But he drank all of it, nonetheless. Being subjected to tea for so long, he finds water dull and it leaves a foul taste in his mouth. It would have to suffice for now. “My butler would be here soon; would you mind opening the windows?”

Baffled by this odd request, you still drew away the curtains and let the morning sunshine in the room. Seeing you bathed in sunlight had made Ciel feel a certain something. He is startled by this strange sensation, how it made him blush and lose composure. The Earl had never been very sociable person since childhood, so the only female he frequently spend time with is his fiancée Elizabeth. One could say the fairer sex is foreign territory to this man. Ciel is used to being around Elizabeth, out of duty as she is his future bride. But he never felt this warm feeling when he is with her. You might not be a beauty by popular standards, but there is just something about you that made him want to... maybe it is your caring gaze, or your easygoing attitude, Ciel is not sure which one to pick.

“Excuse me, young lady, do you mind telling me how serious my lord’s injuries are?” You jumped back, frightened by the sudden appearance of the tall man on your window ledge. This is two stories high; how did he get up here? No wonder why Ciel wants you to open the windows.

“Sebastian, you frightened her.” The young man scolded the butler, who merely bowed and apologized for the intrusion. You begin describing his bullet wounds in great detail, even showing him the aftermaths: the bullets you took out before on a plate. But you soon found yourself staring up into the butler’s gorgeous eyes, and you started stuttering. Those eyes are like swirling tornadoes, drawing you close every minute. Although Sir Ciel is already an attractive lad, his butler seems to be on whole new level.

Usually when women were swooning over Sabastian, Ciel would find it irritating but simply ignore the interaction, as it could be used to their advantage. But seeing your starring eyes fixated on the tall man in black, a bunch of...jealousy hit in in the head. You saved him; he is supposed to be the one you are looking after! Why are you so focused on that demon? Taking notes of his young master’s angry signs: how Ciel bit his underlip, Sabastian knows he had gone too far with you.

“Sabastian, carry me back home, that is an order.” He spitted out the sentance rather harshly.

You snapped out of your funny state, approving his actions: “If you must move, it is the best if someone carry you. Sir Sabastian, do you need me to call you a carriage?”

“No need, Miss. My lord and I would be on our way now, thank you for your assistance.” Within two seconds, they both disappeared from the room, as if they were never there. You shook your head, cleaning up the teacup and the messy quilts, wondering how you are supposed to return that blood-stained suit jacket that still lies in the laundry bin downstairs.

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The Earl Phantomhive is now back to his study, reading a report about you.

“May I ask you why this young lady had peaked your interests?” That smirk on Sabastian’s lips successfully irritated Ciel’s short temper. Scowling at him, he tried to explain how he only wants to properly thank you on saving his life. “I never like owning debts, but I do repay them. What is that smirk for, Sabastian? Are you teasing me?”

“Why, how could I milord. I do not have the courage to mock my master.” After giving him a warning look, Ciel returns to his paperwork, setting your files aside. But unfortunately his mind starts to wonder.

 What would it be like, to have your hands messaging his shoulder when they are sore from work? Those hands that pulled him from death not so long ago. No, no. He has to stop. Ciel Phantomhive already has a fiancée, and even though he had no romantic feelings for Elizabeth, it is not proper to just daydream about another lady in such salacious manners.

Even so, Ciel needs to make you do not face any dreadful consequences because of him. Many people want him dead; he simply cannot allow you to be affected by his foolishness. A precious person like deserves to be protected and cherished. 

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Labelling your strange encounter with Sir Ciel as a notable but past event, you carried on your daily duties per usual. Your parents did not suspect a thing as you took care of all traces of Ciel, you still work those awful full night shifts. That suit jacket is cleansed, folded neatly in your bottom drawer, as a reminder of Ciel and his handsome butler is not a fever dream.

While browsing the London news during afternoon tea, you glance at the gossip column and find how Lord Phantomhive had broke off his engagement with little lady Midford. You pay it no particular mind, as you were barely involved in high society due to your family’s declining status. Gossips such as these does not bother you a bit. You placed the newspaper back to its proper shelve, finishing the biscuits as you thought about how you should get out of this state of unease.

Maybe you are just losing your sanity from night shifts, but ever since that day Ciel appear in your life, you have this constant feel of being watched everywhere. In your bedroom, in the hospital halls or in the streets, no matter where. No matter how hard you searched, there is nobody. Even though you sense no malicious intent, it still worries you and kept you up at nights. Your parents are worried about your ever-growing dark circles, but you just brush it off as side effects of your job.

“Really, dear, you shouldn’t overwork yourself.” The Countess, also your mother said at the dinner table one night. “The household can still run without your overtime pay; you know.”

You nod silently, pretending to be having trouble dissecting the salmon filet. Working is a way to help your parents pay for the ever-expensive bills of this manor, as well as your insurance of not being sold on the marriage market by your devious uncle, who brought suitors to every family party. How he said: “Your family might not be what it used to be, but a son of a wealthy merchant can change that!” disgusts you so. Those men disgust you also. All they want is that Count title, as you are the only child, your family title would go to you.      

“You got mail, milady.” Your washer maid presents the latest postage to you. Ah, is it the pay checks?

When you held the white envelope in your hands, you could not believe your eyes; The scarlet wax seal is engraved with the crest of a dog, representing the Phantomhive family. What could the Earl possibly want with you? Although you are a nobleman’s daughter, you never acted like one and you lived a middle-class life. The only distinction being the family tree and your blood. Knowing your worth, you did not assume naively how the earl must have want your hand in marriage, even if he recently broke off his engagement. Your status of a backwater noble is too insignificant for him to notice, so why did you receive this letter?

It indicates the Lord wants you to join him for dinner tomorrow night, which made your stomach churns. Your table manners are not the best, as your parents do not care for such things. Along with the letter there is a package containing a fine black dress, its velvet material surely feels expensive. What did you do to attract such attention from the Queen’s guard dog? You simply cannot fathom why, never at once Ciel came to your mind. You initially wanted to turn down the invitation, but your father said it would reflect poorly on the family. You accepted it, not wanting to put your parents in trouble. This must be a mistake, you thought. I am not qualified to be some lady, all I wanted is to help people in the infirmary.

The dress fits you perfectly, as if it is tailored by the finest in London. A shiver climbs down your spine as you thought about how he obtained your measurements. All you have to do is smile, eat whatever, and he will get bored of you in no time, right?

No.

When you were greeted by that devilishly handsome butler again, you were so relieved. This is just Ciel inviting you to dinner, to show his gratitude! There is nothing to be concerned about.

Ciel not like himself from few weeks ago at all. You can tell that he is trying whatever strategy to make you feel comfortable, even telling you to forget about stiffy table manners if you like. Hm, how unusual, as you heard before the Earl is found of strict etiquette and protocols. But having seen him in a fragile state before, you never once suspected his true intention.

Ciel is mad. Not at just anyone, but at his loyal servant, Sebastian.

How dare he drawn your attention away, how dare he makes you giggle like a fool, how dare he make you smile like that. Doesn’t the demon know you will soon belong to his master from all those investigations? It is bad behaviour for a servant.

“Were you listening, (y/n)?” Ciel suddenly stops in the middle of a description on his company’s latest candies.

“I-I’m sorry Lord Phantomhive, it is just...” You lower your head to apologize, but he seems less then pleased.

“Sabastian, leave the room now.” “As you wish, young master.”

 After the butler backout of the dining room, leaving the two of you alone, Ciel’s expression completely changed. But you are a bit preoccupied by your dizziness. Why did your head feel so heavy all of a sudden? Have you caught a chill? Standing up from the chair, you courtesies to your host: “Thank you, Lord Phantomhive for this delicious dinner. I am feeling rather unwell, so I am afraid I must take my leave.” You almost lost your balance because of your vertigo, only caught the chair for support at the last moment.

Thin, but strong long fingers grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit down beside him. “Oh no, my dear. I think you are exactly where you need to be.”

His...dear? What can he possibly mean by that? There are certainly many other suitable noble ladies available to him, why?

However, your mind starting to become cloudy, as you can no longer form coherent thoughts. Seeing you in such hazy state, a sinister smile forms on his lips, as he pulls your body into his embrace, slowly stroking your hair as you black out. Feeling you had been forced into a dreamless sleep, Ciel knows he had succeeded, as always. To be honest with himself, Ciel did abuse your trust, by seasoning your steak a little differently, but it is your fault for being so trusting of someone you only met once. Ciel had won this game, now he would gladly take the prize to the new bedroom he so thoughtfully prepared for you. You are going to love it, including his series of plans. The title of Lady Phantomhive suits a sweet person like you impeccably.

He had thought about this long and hard, and he came to a conclusion of the best way to repay you is to offer you a position you cannot possibly refuse.  The position of Lady Phantomhive. He even upsetted Elizabeth for this! It should qualify as a decent compensation. Should you ever think it is not suitable, your parents would be a good place to start negotiating. You wouldn’t want anythnig happening to them, don’t you?

Now that Ciel understand how it is like to “love” someone romantically, he swears he is going to try his best to make you comfortable with him in this new home. Your presence would lighten the grim mood of this manor greatly. Easily swooping your unconscious body up bridal style, Ciel begin to walk up the grand staircase, towards the bedrooms. Maybe the manor could return to its former glory in the near future, with a happily married couple and their adorable little brats. He could have a family again! Doesn’t that sound just lovely?

#yandere #yandere black butler #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere ciel #ciel phantomhive #black butler imagines #black butler #collab

[plaidbooks]

Hii!!☺️ could i request Barba x reader, where raf is seriously injured and the reader takes care of him, and he is so moved that someone had never cared and loved him like that🥺🥺, please? 🤗 your writing is amazing i love it!! 🥰💕

Taking Care

A/N: Hey anon <3 This got...this is much longer than I expected it to be haha. I tried to not make Rafael too self-deprecating...if I do a part two though, then he may go full self-hating....

Tags: bullet wounds, mentions of needles/blood

Words: 3109

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @ben-c-group-therapy @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @dianilaws

You finished washing your hands quickly, hurrying out of the courthouse bathroom. You usually didn’t duck out during trials, but you didn’t know when the next recess would be, and you needed to excuse yourself. Besides, you had been there for the victims, and you had left during Rita Calhoun’s, the defense attorney’s, posturing; you didn’t need to be there for that. You had just made it back to the courtroom as Judge Ortiz was calling it for the night. Of course. You rolled your eyes; that was just your luck.

“Welcome back, Detective,” Rafael quipped, a sardonic smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

You shot him a playful glare. “I blame you; you’re the one that got me that large coffee during lunch.”

He really did smirk at you this time. “I did, didn’t I? I think that means you owe me a drink. Forlini’s?” You smiled back at him; you and Rafael were good friends, and you enjoyed his company…maybe a little too much. Not that you’d tell him that.

“Sounds good to me. Right this way, counselor—” you were cut off by a gunshot, ringing out in the courthouse. People screamed, ducking their heads. You reached for your gun, drawing and aiming at the defendant, who had somehow gotten the bailiff’s pistol, who was now aiming at you. But you were quicker, shooting him once in the chest. It wasn’t until you watched him hit the ground that you remembered he shot first. Eyes scanning the courtroom, you froze, hesitating for a moment when you saw Rafael on his back, blood seeping through his expensive suit at his left shoulder.

“Fuck,” you muttered, dropping to your knees by his head. You ripped your jacket off, pushing it to the wound. His eyes were wild, and he was gasping for air. If it wasn’t for all your years on the force, you’d probably be panicking as much as everyone else in the courthouse was. Hell, you were panicking, but on the surface, you were calm, professional.

“10-13, shots fired, officer down, send a bus to the courthouse now,” you ordered into your portable radio. You didn’t care if he wasn’t an officer; it was the quickest way to get an ambulance. You leaned over Rafael, trying to make eye contact with him. “Can you hear me, counselor?” you asked, keeping your voice level. “What’s your name? Can you tell me where you are?” His eyelids fluttered closed, and your hands started to shake. “Come on, talk to me…stay with me Rafael, do you hear me? Open…open your eyes…come on!”

You vaguely noticed people standing around you, hovering and looking down on you both. “Stand back, please. Give us some room,” you said, waving at them with a hand. They shuffled back, giving you some air. “Come on, Raf…stay with me, baby…you’re not going to die here, dammit,” you muttered. Where was that damn ambulance?

You swore your heart stopped when his chest did. Glancing up, you saw Rita standing and watching, eyes wide. “Rita, hold the jacket to his wound,” you ordered. She hesitated for only a moment before she was on the ground next to you, hands replacing yours. “Just hold it there.” Thank god you were certified in CPR; you pumped Rafael’s chest, stopping only to breathe into his mouth. You were dimly aware of how soft his lips were—you had wanted to know how his lips felt for so long, but this was not how you wanted to find out. You had to do this process twice more before Rafael was breathing again, and you sighed in relief. You took the jacket back from Rita, letting her rest back on her heels, in shock that one of her friends is in Death’s grasp.

Finally, the paramedics were pushing through the crowd. “He was shot with a 9mm and I had to perform CPR; he stopped breathing for maybe 10 seconds,” you reported as they loaded Rafael onto a stretcher. “I’m riding with him.” You turned back to Rita. “Call Olivia—let her know what happened and to meet me at the hospital.” It wasn’t until you got into the back of the ambulance, the sirens wailing, and saw Rafael with an oxygen mask on, medic’s frantically trying to keep him alive, that the tears started to fall.

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“He lost a lot of blood,” the doctor was telling you. “We called his mother; she has the same blood type. All we can do is hope she makes it in time.”

“Wait; I’m type O negative. Can’t I donate to him?” you asked, heart in your throat.

The doctor looked surprised. “Yes, of course. Let’s get you prepped.” You followed him to a secluded room. He ran a quick test, to confirm that you were indeed O negative, and then he placed a needle in the crook on your arm, ordering a nurse to bring you water.

By the time you were done donating blood and heading towards the waiting lobby again, albeit a little lightheaded, Olivia was there, along with the other SVU detectives…and Rafael’s mother, Lucia.

Lucia came to you, hands on your shoulders and shaking you slightly. “Where’s my Rafi? Is he okay?” The shaking made you feel dizzy, nauseous. Olivia must have seen the look on your face, because she gently pulled Lucia from you.

“He lost a lot of blood, Mrs. Barba. I gave him some of mine, but we should ask the doctor if it was enough, or if you need to give some, too,” you said, leading her back to the nurse who just helped with you. Lucia’s eyes had sparkled when she noticed the bandage around your arm.

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As it had turned out, just your donation was enough, and Rafael would make a full recovery. He was staying in the hospital for at least 48 hours before he’d be released. And during those 48 hours, you’d be fighting IAB about the shooting. You were only able to visit with Rafael once while he was in his hospital bed—he was just as snarky and sarcastic even with morphine pumping through his system. You had brought him a bouquet of flowers and a small assortment of expensive chocolates that you knew he liked. His mother had thanked you profusely for being in the courtroom when he was shot, for staying with him until he was taken to the hospital, and for donating blood when she wasn’t there.

“You…you donated blood?” Rafael asked, his ears slightly pink.

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah…I’m O negative, universal donor and all that…guess that’s payback for the large coffee?” you joked.

He had a small, tight smile, a nod. “Sure…thank you.”

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You were finally cleared by IAB, but Olivia wasn’t letting you back to work yet, telling you to take some time off. The therapist that ran your psych evaluation had reported that you were still in shock from the shooting, that you were shoving all your feelings down instead of dealing with them. Olivia said that until you dealt with them, you were out. So, you found a therapist, started working through everything. And they suggested talking to Rafael, making sure he was alright. Because deep down, you blamed yourself for his injury.

Which is how you ended up on his doorstep, a container of your family’s minestrone soup in your hands, knocking on his door and waiting. You were greeted by Lucia Barba, who smiled brightly when she saw you.

“Oh! [Y/N], how are you?” she asked, beckoning you inside.

You moved past her, into the loft, sniffing appreciatively at whatever she was cooking. “I’m doing well, ma’am. How are you? And Rafael?”

“I’m going insane,” Rafael’s voice came from the couch in his living room, and his mother scoffed. He struggled to a sitting position, grimacing and grunting the whole time, and Lucia hurried over to help him.

“Rafi, stop being so damn stubborn,” she admonished, readjusting the pillow behind him.

He huffed out a soft “sorry, Mamí,” and you smiled. “But you really should be going back to your school; they’re missing you.”

“Nonsense; my little mijo was shot. I’m not leaving you alone,” Lucia said, kissing his forehead.

Rafael’s eyes darted around the loft, landing on you standing there awkwardly. “B-but I’m not alone! [Y/N] is here; I’ll be fine.”

She glanced at you, eyes narrowing in the way that mother’s who are being replaced do. You swallowed nervously. “Uh, y-yeah! I’m here to check up on Rafael…look, I brought soup!” You lifted the container of soup, and Lucia glared daggers at you.

“Fine, I’ll go. But you call me if you need anything,” and then she said a bunch of things in Spanish that sounded suspiciously like threats. You saw Rafael’s eyes widen, and he nodded, swallowing hard. You both sat there in awkward silence as she packed her things and left.

“Thank you,” Rafael finally said after she was gone.

You came to sit across from him, taking in his appearance. Despite the bruising still visible, peeking out from underneath the collar of his shirt, he looked well-rested. This was probably the most sleep he’d ever gotten

“Anytime. How’re you feeling?” you asked.

“Like I was shot,” he smirked.

“Well, I got news for you, Raf.”

Rafael gave you a playful glare. “Don’t be a smartass.”

You both chuckled until he winced, huffing in pain. “You okay? Anything I can do?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth, his head leaning back on the couch. When he caught you giving him a pointed look, Rafael sighed. “Fine; I have an ice pack in the freezer. Could you please bring it?”

You moved to his kitchen, pulling the freezer open and grabbing the ice pack. You wrapped it in a towel and came back to Rafael. He placed his hand over yours, guiding the ice pack to his shoulder, hissing at the cold.

You sat in silence, only moving again to put the ice pack back in the freezer after 20 minutes had passed. Finally, Rafael said, “you don’t have to stay here, you know. I only said that to assure my mother. I love her, but she was smothering me. I may have gotten shot, but I’m not dead yet.”

“Do you blame her, Raf? You were…it was bad. You were unconscious; you didn’t have to see your own body lying lifeless on the ground, blood everywhere—”

“Hey, hey…I’m okay though, aren’t I? I’m sitting right here, [Y/N],” he murmured.

You took a deep breath, controlling yourself. You realized that besides the witnesses in the courtroom, the IAB officers, and yourself, no one knew what happened in the courtroom—not even Olivia or SVU. He didn’t know that he did die…at least for a couple seconds. And like hell were you going to tell him.

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re fine. But I’m not gonna lie to your mom,” you said. “At least let me make dinner, wait until you go to sleep for the night.” Rafael looked like he was going to argue, but you raised your voice over him, “you couldn’t beat me in a fight before, Raf, and you definitely can’t now.”

He huffed, hunching his shoulders and sinking into the couch. “Fine.” He glared at you for a moment. “You said you brought soup, right?”

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You spent the rest of the day with Rafael, making sure to give him his space, but also taking care of him. You didn’t want to just be his mother 2.0, but you also didn’t want him to hurt himself. Mostly, you waited for the drugs to knock him out before you went about cleaning his kitchen, washing dishes, finding cleaning supplies and doing little jobs as he snored softly on his couch. You made sure you were on the opposite couch by the time he woke up, idly watching TV or scrolling your phone as if you were doing nothing. He always looked embarrassed when he awoke, saying that you didn’t need to babysit him, but you scoffed, telling him you had nothing better to do today anyways. Eventually, it was late, and you helped him off the couch and towards his bedroom.

“It’s a shoulder injury; I don’t need help walking,” Rafael huffed, making his way down the hallway.

You grinned following him. “True, but I want to make sure you end up in bed okay…do you—do you need help changing shirts?”

His face turned full red, making the heat rise in your cheeks. He was already in a button-down shirt; it was probably easier to put on than a regular shirt. “I, uh…if—if you don’t mind…I can’t sleep in shirts…I have a, um, sensitive throat, and I feel like I’m choking,” he mumbled, looking away from you.

“O-oh,” you said. “Here, let me help you, then.” You moved to stand in front of him, your fingers shaking slightly as you unbuttoned his shirt. You pulled his right sleeve off before moving to gently tug it off his left. The scar just below his collarbone was angry and puckered, such a stark contrast to the rest of his smooth, tan skin.

Rafael cleared his throat, and you tore your eyes from his chest to look at him, embarrassed that you were caught staring. “Thank you for today, Detective,” Rafael gave you a soft smile, turning and heading towards his bed.

Your eyes roamed over his broad back and you fought the urge to reach out and run your nails over his skin. Instead, you hovered over him, making sure he didn’t hurt himself as he settled down. “Good night, Raf,” you whispered down at him.

“Night, [Y/N],” he muttered back.

You meant to leave his loft, to go home. Really you did. But you couldn’t force yourself to leave Rafael all alone in his loft, not when the memory of him dying in your arms on the courtroom floor was still so fresh in your mind. Though, you also couldn’t stay in the same clothes, with no deodorant or toothpaste. So, you waited until he fell asleep before you reluctantly left his place, rushing home and filling a duffel bag with necessities, then hurrying back. You stuck your head into his room, smiling when you heard his soft snores.

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Waking up on a couch at Rafael’s loft was…disorientating at first. It took a moment for you to remember where you were before it hit you. After checking on the still-sleeping Rafael, you went about making coffee. Then, you looked in the fridge, seeing what you could make for breakfast. It seemed like his mom had premade a bunch of meals, so you’d just wait for him to wake up before heating anything up.

You heard a muffled groan come from the direction of Rafael’s room, and you hurried down the hallway. You knocked twice before entering. “Are you okay?” you asked.

Rafael was standing, his right arm through a shirt sleeve, and he was struggling to put on the other side. Though, when you came into his room, he jumped, cursing in Spanish before asking, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“Helping you,” you replied, moving behind him and pulling his shirt so that he could slip his left arm through the sleeve. You came in front of him, buttoning up his shirt carefully.

“You…you don’t have to—” Rafael started before you cut him off.

“Stop saying I don’t have to, Raf. I know I don’t have to,” you glanced up into his green eyes. “I want to. We…we’re friends, aren’t we? So, let me take care of you.”

You buttoned the last button over his chest, and his hands rested over yours, holding them there against his solid torso. His eyes bored into yours, and you swallowed nervously. “Friends don’t take care of each other, [Y/N]…not like this,” he muttered.

“Then you’ve had shitty friends, Raf,” you replied, your heart in your throat. His eyes seemed to stare right through you, see all your secrets.

“Tell me why…why do you care so much about me?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

You opened your mouth but was saved by the coffee maker beeping. Rafael’s eyes flitted to the door, and you took this time to turn from him, gesturing him to follow. “I made coffee, and I was going to heat up some of the food your mom made for breakfast.”

He had no choice but to follow you to the kitchen as you made him a coffee, insisting on doing the sugar and cream for him. “You didn’t answer me,” Rafael said, taking a sip of his coffee after you handed it to him.

Outside of the intimacy of his bedroom, it was easier to not tell him the truth…at least not the full truth. “Is it weird that I care about you, Raf? I…I care about Olivia, too. And the rest of the squad. I’d help any of you, especially after being shot and dying—”

“’Dying’? I didn’t die—” Rafael stopped talking when he saw the look on your face. “[Y/N]…is there something you need to tell me?”

You fidgeted with your coffee mug before saying in a low voice, “you stopped breathing in the courtroom, Raf. I…I performed CPR on you. I—there was a moment where I thought you might’ve—”

Rafael put a hand behind your neck, tugging you towards him as he kissed you gently, his lips just as soft as the first time you felt them. But this was so much better. You kissed him back, your hands threading in his hair, careful not to pull him too hard as you held him to you.

He gently pulled back from you, panting slightly. “I’m sorry, I’ve just…no one’s ever taken care of me before. And—and not only have you stayed here all night, but you’re the reason I’m even still alive.”

“Raf…” you murmured, cupping his cheek with your hand. Your heart strained for him. “I’m here for you. I’ll take care of you for as long as you need—”

“I can’t ask you to do that. You have a life to live, a job to do.”

You shook your head. “I’m on leave. I…the shooting affected me more than I thought. I’m free to help—”

“You should be helping yourself before you help me—”

“This is helping me, Raf. Trust me. Now let me take care of you, dammit,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him gently.

“Mmm, how can I say no when you kiss me so sweet?” he replied, grinning.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #anon #Anonymous

[hopeswriting]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020 

PROMPT: Going out for Coffee

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​

RATING: G

PAIRING: Adult!Fon/Adult!Reborn

SUMMARY:

Reborn is going through a rough time, and nothing cheers him up better than their morning coffee dates.

WORDS: 1115

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Fon pauses in his morning stretches at the sound of a gun being fired. He breathes deeply, because it became a recurrent sound these days.

Fon speed walks to the kitchen, to Reborn glaring at the coffee machine—or what is left of the coffee machine—scattered along the counter top and still fuming.

He glances at the mug in Reborn’s hand, his favorite mug, and would rather see it on the solid wood of the counter top, because Reborn better not even think to drop it to indulge his dramatic self.

Reborn shoots at the coffee machine again, which apparently managed to upset him again even in death.

“You do realize I paid actual money for everything in this apartment?”

“It was broken.”

“Was it?”

Reborn rolls his eyes. “It was broken before I shot at it, obviously. You wouldn’t question it if you were the unfortunate one who took a sip of this… brown liquid.”

He spills it in the sink, a displeased and judging look on his face, and Fon purses his lips to not smile.

He indulged him enough. Today is the day he draws the line, and will get him to talk about whatever is upsetting him.

“Reborn, sweetheart—”

Reborn holds his finger. “No, no pet names. We literally just established I didn’t have my morning coffee yet. Please pay more attention to the tragedies of my life.”

Fon smiles his ‘I’m not dealing with your shit right now’ smile, and turns around to get back to his stretches.

Reborn follows him to the bedroom, drags him to the wardrobe, throws it open in a grand gesture.

“Make yourself pretty for me, darling. We’re going out for a morning coffee date.”

Fon walks in the coffee shop dressed in a three-piece red pastel suit, tailored specifically for him, Reborn’s arm around his waist. His loose hair fall alongside his back, held together at the bottom with a red ribbon.

They get stared at, but only by the people who know to drink in pretty sights whenever the opportunity presents itself.

They’re regular clients, and Fon is sure everyone thinks they’re business partners who have heavy make out sessions on their office desks.

It never fails to make him laugh. That’s as close to the truth as they’ll ever get, which is actually close.

Reborn removes his arm from his waist to lean on the counter.

“Reborn, Fon, good morning,” the cashier says, in a sweet tone Fon knows he doesn’t use with anyone else but Reborn. “The usual?”

“You know it,” Reborn says in a sultry tone. “And they better be perfect too, because I just might kill you for real this time for any mistakes at all.”

The cashier laughs, as if Reborn doesn’t mean every word. He licks his lips, runs his hand through his hair. “Noted. Cash or card?”

Reborn smiles, leans his head against his hand, gazes up at him, blinking slowly. The cashier blushes.

Fon wants to roll his eyes hard.

He can’t believe this guy doesn’t have any sense of how dangerous Reborn is. Sure he stepped up a few times already to save him from a bullet through his head, but he certainly wasn’t trying at all, not even once.

“Reborn, sweetheart.” Fon curls his fingers around the back of his neck, and leans in to whisper in his ear. “If you don’t stop flirting with him right now, I’ll kill him before you have the chance to.”

He goes look for a table, Reborn’s laugh sounding in his back, smiling at the weight of his eyes on him.

Reborn sits across from him, puts his fedora aside on the table, a smug expression on his face.

“I thought you’d never notice. Do you know how many people I ruined the life of for even looking at you?”

“If you want me to play in your games more often, then maybe you should have more tastes while choosing the background characters.”

“And yet my poor tastes lead me to you. Fon, darling, I assure you I don’t need help to insult you, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Fon tilts his head. “I’m obviously the exception to the rule. You do need your morning coffee to function properly, don’t you?”

“Thanks for finally noticing.” Reborn crosses his legs, plays footsie with him under the table. “Come sit next to me.”

“Come sit next to me?”

Reborn scoffs. “No, thank you. It’s not that bad yet.”

Fon smiles. “That’s good to hear.”

Reborn rolls his eyes, but doesn’t comment. Fon leaves it at it for now, but more importantly it’s better for everyone in the shop he drinks some coffee first.

Their server arrives, a new one, and he puts both espressos in front of Reborn, and the cup of tea in front of Fon.

Reborn slides one of the espresso to him, and he puts it aside with a grateful smile.

Today is still not the day he’ll allow that awful drink inside his body, but he appreciates the sentiment.

“Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’ve been… on edge lately, Reborn. I think it would help you to let it all out.”

Reborn smirks. “Do you mean sex? I’d like that.”

“I meant emotionally on edge.”

“Do you mean sex? I’d like that.”

Fon purses his lips, willing his laugh not to come out. This will stay a serious conversation, whether Reborn likes it or not.

Reborn laughs, childish-like and proud of his own joke, and he can’t help but chuckles alongside with him.

“Is it work?”

Reborn sighs, either relenting or done with the conversation. He drinks his coffee in silence, looking at Fon straight in the eye.

He relents.

“Yes. I’m a bit… overworked right now. But nothing to worry about.”

“And nothing you can’t pull through either, I’m sure.”

“Well, obviously. Who do you think I am?”

Fon grins. “The Worst Man on Earth.”

“Aww, darling. Why don’t you just propose already.”

Fon bursts out laughing. It prompts Reborn’s own laugh, light and honest like he didn’t get to hear since days on end now.

He leans on the table once it passes them, cradling his drink in his hands, a ghost of a smile still at the corner of his lips.

Fon plays footsie with him under the table.

“How can I help?”

Reborn’s eyes shine with mirth, and he straightens up. “Flirt with me. Seduce me. We only just met and you couldn’t help but madly fall in love with me.”

The fondest of smiles spreads Fon’s lips. He tilts his head. “Is that what happened? Because I remember it the other way around.”

*

I have mixed feeling for this about the setting. I didn’t write it to be in the same verse as prompt 2, but it could be very easily in the same verse, even if they’re softer with each other in this one. But they are softer with each other in this one, so it could happen either pre-canon or post-canon after the Curse is lifted, but not anywhere close with the whole Arcobaleno Curse business in any case. Or, and it’s single-handedly because this happens in a coffee shop, but I feel like it could also be a Modern!Flameless!Coffee Shop!AU lol. Anyway, I never wrote for this pairing before this serie, but you know what? I think I like it. I love the Soft Power Couple dynamic I have going on here anyway haha. Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #flufftober 2020 #khr reborn #khr fon #fon x reborn #going out for coffee #also yeah reborn likes to dress up fon and shows off his boyfriend #and fon doesn't mind at all #he likes having all the eyes on him #and indulge in having his hair loose #but he doesn't love anything more that the way reborn looks at him whenever he lets him dress him up #anyway they're in love and i love that for them<3

[bonnieisaway]

that dumb saiki k fanfic i wrote but chapter 2

chapter 1 | story on wattpad

chp. 2 - not my intention

There was one part of auras that had always confused Aiura.

See, she was born with the ability to see auras and into the future and all that. Ever since she could walk and talk she could remember trying to figure out people based off their auras, learning what they meant.. Not only did auras reflect someone's personality, but they could also reflect memories they held dear, emotions they felt strongly, and even then her fortune telling let her tell so much more about them.

But there was one thing she didn't entirely understand, even now as a second year in high school. When she was 6 or 7, she started seeing a new part of auras. A red string.

A red string, in most contexts, connects two soulmates together by an invincible string tied around their fingers. When she was around 7 she noticed that her parents had one tied to each other. Some times she'd watch people pass each other on the street and notice them form. Red strings were a part of your aura and they had only formed when you had actually met your soulmate. Aiura had this come easy to her but what always confused her was why it took so long for her to see them. Or maybe, why did it take so long for them to form?

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Saiki sighed as he walked along behind his friends..and (L/n), who you could consider his friend, but it's up in the air if he'd say the same. As Kaido and Nendo bickered and Kuboyasu sided with Kaido, (L/n) fell back to walk next to Saiki. Her thoughts rang clear as she walked and scrolled through something on her phone.

'This feels kind of awkward..' (L/n) frets as she bites her bottom lip, momentarily glancing to Saiki. 'I wanna talk to him but he's giving off the "please let me go never interact with humanity ever again" vibe.' Oddly specific. Saiki almost wished other people could notice that as well. He supposed if he wanted to make a friend of this girl- get his likability up a bit- he'd have to take charge.

"Do you like the arcade?" Saiki asks her, turning his head to her.

"Yeah. I haven't been there in a while though.." (L/n) smiles and scratches the back of her head "Never have the time or money, haha.. how about you?"

"I used to go alot as a kid. But the games are all really easy now." Saiki shrugs, turning back towards the other boys yelling ahead of them as the arcade approached.

"Is that a challenge?" (L/n) grins. 'This could work perfectly..!'

Saiki smirks, looking at (L/n) at the corner of his eye. "Maybe." This could work perfectly...

"Hah, you're on!" (L/n) laughs as she begins to run ahead, dragging Saiki along by the wrist. Saiki shrugs to himself, letting her drag him along. (L/n) basically bursts into the arcade confidently.  "Alright! You seem confident so I'll let you choose a game."

"Ooh, you two are competing?!" Nendo asks, popping up behind the two "Let us choose the games! That way it'll be fair." He's dumb but he's right. Saiki cringes a bit- they're going to call attention if he wins too much. He'll have to moderate his powers.

"Here, let me choose first!" Kaido interjects. "(Y/n), follow me." His face turns red. 'Maybe she's good at shooting games! If I choose a game that she wins at, m-maybe..' Saiki didn't want to hear anything beyond that. It was pretty easy to see where that was going.

"O-Oh, okay! C'mon, Saiki!" (L/n) beckons as Kaido lead her toward some sort of zombie-shooter game. Generally, they were pretty easy as long as Saiki didn't get startled. Lord knows what happened when he used VR.

(L/n) grins and picks up the blue colored fake gun. "Come on! Longest one alive wins!" She smiles, bending down and inserting 200 yen. Saiki does the same and sets his bag down, picking up the toy gun.. it should be easy to moderate his powers and give her a fair fight here...

...is what he told himself. Saiki didn't necessarily play games like these very often, if ever, because he'll either jump and blow something up or he'll lose and nearly break a controller. Nendo stood behind Saiki basically screaming support in his ear as Kaido stood next to (L/n) with starry eyes.

And Saiki lost. Horribly. By horribly I mean he lasted about a full minute before dying when (L/n) kept going for another 3 just to tease Saiki. Which was fine. N̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶. It was normal to loose at games. He'd just win at the next one so it'd seem normal.

He did not. Kuboyasu chose one of those racing games where the seat is the actual sort of motorcycle itself. The author doesn't need to explain herself here. They're pretty hard to cheat at with esp, but even then- Saiki and (L/n) alike were looking for a fair fight. Which they got. Which lead to Saiki losing horribly.

"Partner, come on, stop losing!" Nendo pats Saiki on the shoulder as he stands up off the seat with a face of- to say the least, discontent.

"Shut up." Saiki glares.

"Not so easy now, huh?!" (L/n) teases, shit-eating grin on her face. Saiki breathes out. He is a patient man. He is not going to get competitive over this. The only one that can beat him is him and he will win the next game.

..Why does he even care?

Kuboyasu chose the last game. It was one of those games where you threw basketballs into a hoop for a certain time limit.

...

...would you be surprised if I told you Saiki lost again?

Saiki huffed as the machine made some stupid loud sound as (L/n) best his score. This time it was not his fault. He is perfectly fine at throwing the balls and would've made all the shots if he wasn't distracted.

He wasn't sure why he was. But for a minute there.. he couldn't take his eyes off (L/n). The way she focused on the game and her face lit up brightly every time she scored...by the time Saiki had realized he was staring he had basically already lost. This wasn't like him to get distracted. Something was off today.

Kaido had pointed out (how horribly Saiki had lost, and-) that they should get going. They'd spent a while at the arcade. Everyone agreed- if reluctantly- and grabbed their bags.

Walking out the arcade and towards there homes Kaido and Nendo continue to bicker- probably about the latest Jump.

"Stop looking so smug." Saiki comments, irritated with the girl.

"Whaaaaat?~" She laughs. "I'll make it up to you. You like sweets?" She asks. Saiki nods (violently) causing (L/n) to laugh. "I've got some coffee jelly back at my apartment. You should stop by."

Saiki nods in agreement- mainly for the coffee jelly, only about 1/8 for (L/n)'s company- as she waves goodbye to the other boys. Her apartment was only a couple blocks from Saiki's place.

"Alright then! Oh, look, they're playing baseball in the park again.. Wonder if Satou's playing." (L/n) points out as the pair pass the baseball diamond along their trek home.

There's a loud 'clang' and an indistinguishable shout before Saiki realizes.

..That the ball hit his head. Right in the power limiter. Shit. If he were alone, he could just teleport home and have his dad or mom try and fix it but (L/n) is right here. He's got one choice, and he's gotta pray that it works...  

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"Saiki!" You screeched, as the boy fell forward and you just ever so barely managed to catch him before he hits the pavement. The ball must've hit him hard.. it even broke one of those hairclips he has. You set him down gently, picking up his bag and throwing it over your shoulder. You slide your arms under him and pick him up, standing slowly.

Jesus Christ. You forgot how heavy guys are. The last time you carried a guy was when (F/n) passed out on field day in middle school. Saiki wasn't heavy necessarily but you weren't necessarily Hairo level strong. You wanted to take him back to his house and tell his parents but there was a small problem.

You had no clue where he lived. At all. You knew he only lived a couple blocks away from you because Kaido told you but you didn't know where. So the best option was to take him back to your apartment.

What became a 10 minute walk home became a 20 minute walk as you struggled to carry the boy. He was knocked out, hard.. whoever hit that ball had to have gotten a home run. You wouldn't be surprised if the guy got two.

So after struggling for 20 minutes, nearly dropping the knocked out boy when you tried to unlock your door, and just generally regretting your decisions, you finally were able to plop the boy on your couch. Your tablet that you generally used for drawing was blown up with notifications from (F/n). Whoops. You set the tablet on your coffee table, calling him as you take the broken hairpin out of Saiki's hair, wanting to fix it.

(F/n) picks up fast, halfway through his English screaming as the connection struggles. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! I'm losing sleep, woman!"

"I'm sorry!" You laugh, fiddling with the hairpin in your hand. The pink ball on top had come off and some of the pieces on the bottom of the inside fell out. "I was walking home with that Saiki guy and a ball hit him smack in the head. Broke his hairpin and he passed out. I'm trying to fix the hairpin now."

"...And the guy?" (F/n) hesitantly asks.

"Heavy as fuck." You snort. It looked like small computer pieces on the inside but, who are you to judge? The problem was now this was a jigsaw puzzle and you hated those things.

"(Y/n)!" (F/n) shouts, reprimanding you.

"Calm down, he's fine." You smile. "I gotta fix this damn hairpin though and you're gonna do your homework and sleep young man." You jokingly glare into the camera.

"Fine, MOM. Bye!" He waves and hangs up. You lean your back against the couch as you continued to sit on the floor, now too lazy to get up. There was 3 major computer looking chips which by some dumb luck, seemed to fit pretty well in certain spots. They 'click' in pretty easily and the small pink ball fits back on pretty easy.

"Well..that should be about right..!" You smile confidently to yourself as you hold up the hair clip in your vision. You stand slowly and hover over the sleeping boy before gently placing the hairpin back where it once was.

You observe him for a second as you stand up straight again. He looks.. peaceful while sleeping. He wasn't smiling but he wasn't necessarily frowning, either. Content, really. You smile as you take off his green lensed glasses and set them on your coffee table. They'll break if he sleeps in them all the time.

You wander off to your kitchen, finally picking up your school bad and setting it on your dinner table. You grab a snack out of the cabinet and begin looking through your bag, pulling out miscellaneous homework assignments. You catch a glimpse out your window- the sun was already setting..

You hear Saiki in the other room shuffle around as he seems to wake up. You grave a coffee jelly and spoon from your kitchen before wandering over to him.

The strawberry-headed boy had sat up on the couch, eyes looking around confused. Hey, that was a good nickname.

"Hey, Strawberry. You're awake." You grin. He looks up at you confused and you freeze for a second. His eyes..

You didn't usually see his eyes very clearly since, green glasses lenses. Even then you hadn't known him for long. But his eyes... they were a mesmerizing violet color that you couldn't take your eyes off of. Realistically speaking, they were as plain as ever. But for some reason you couldn't help feel your face go red. Who's the strawberry now, motherfucker?

"Where am I?" He asks you.

"My apartment. You knocked the hell out when that baseball hit you and I didn't know where you lived so I carried you here." You hold out the coffee jelly and spoon to him, hoping he'll get the gist. He does and takes the snack faster than you could blink twice.

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Saiki took the coffee jelly from (L/n) greatfully, momentarily forgetting about his limiter that, as far as he last knew, was broken. He had knocked himself out when he was hit for a reason- he figured (L/n) would call one of his friends or someone else to help. He had better luck leaving it up to luck when passed out then staying awake and nearly starting a tsunami cause he breathed wrong.

"Oh, by the way," (L/n) starts, "I tried fixing your hairpin. I tried my best." Saiki looks at her a bit confused before taking out the power limiter, and looking at it carefully...it was put back together just about the exact same way it was before it got hit..

"Thank you." Saiki turns to (L/n). She smiles and nods. 'Oh thank god I didn't fuck up.'

"No problem." She smiles. Saiki loses his train of thought for a second as he watches the girl's face brighten. He turns to set down the now empty coffee jelly cup down on the coffee table. He blinks for a second. His glasses are set on the coffee table.

(L/n) must've taken them off, but why wasn't she turned to stone? She should be frozen in place a long while ago. He picks up his glasses and stands up, putting them over his eyes as he throws away the empty coffee jelly cup.

His mind was racing. Was this girl a physic? Why was she immune to so many of his powers? Why was she kinda cute?

(L/n) interested Saiki. She wasn't affected by nearly any of his powers and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. On one hand it confused him highly and made him want to be wary on the girl, but the other part of him was interested in this girl. She was someone who he saw as normal, she wasn't a nusience like the rest of his friends. His chest felt light with an emotion he wasn't quite familiar with. The ever intriguing girl had ignited something in him that he wasn't sure what it was.

"You okay?" She asks as Saiki stands in thought. He hesitates, but smiles. "Hey, Strawberry, it's getting late. Want me to walk you home?" She asks, now with a shit eating grin on her face. Saiki, yes, the strawberry, feels his face turn warm and his heart skip a beat at the nickname. He wasn't sure why. He sighs to himself. He's overthinking things today. His pyrokenisis must be acting up since his limiter was out earlier.

"...Sure..but what's with the nickname?" Saiki asks.

(L/n) shrugs as she stands, walking to her front door and bending down to put her shoes on. "I dunno. It fits."

Saiki sighs at this curious girl and grabs his own shoes, following her out the door.

The two walk in silence as the sun sets, darkening the world around them. (L/n)'s thoughts are generally quiet. 'Fuck, I'm cold. I should've brought a jac- or not?'

Don't get Saiki wrong here. He's only warming her up cause he feels bad. They continue to walk in silence, until they stop in front of Saiki's house.

"This is my h-" Before Saiki can finish his sentence none other than is mother, Kurumi Saiki, comes out the front door, fretful about her son.

"Oh, Ku~chan! Where have you been, I was so worried!" Kurumi frets as she hugs her son close. Saiki sighs and squints his eyes at (L/n), who has a shit-eating grin. Kurumi turns around and spots (L/n). "Oh, and who is this lovely lady?" She asks excitedly. Saiki about rolls his eyes into the back of his head.

"I'm (L/n)! I apologize for keeping your son out for so long. He passed out when we were walking home so I took him home cause I didn't know where you lived." (L/n) scratches the back of her head awkwardly. Kurumi's face lights up.

Saiki cringes as his mother pulls the poor girl into a hug. "Aah, thank you for looking after my boy you're just so sweet I'm his mom Kurumi Saiki thank you so much for befriending him!" Kurumi gushes so quickly the author forgot to write punctuation.

(L/n) finally gets to breathe again when Kurumi lets go of the hug. "It's nothing, really," She smiles. "He's cool."

Kurumi starts to gush once more when (L/n) laughs awkwardly. "You're really sweet, Mrs. Saiki, but I have to get going."

"Oh, of course! I'm sorry for keeping you! Have a good night." Kurumi smiles.

"It's alright. Bye!" (L/n) smiles as she walks off into the night. He walks inside with his mother and takes off his shoes before walking to his room, sighing as he sits at his desk.

Why does he have such a headache..?

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i apologize for any spelling errors! i’ve been writing without my glasses because i’ve been sick

#saiki k #saiki k x reader #my writing #fanfic #this is still really bad #but we're trying our best here #saiki kusuo no psi nan

[365daysofmchart]

Reflecting on McHart: 3x01

Long time no see! But just thought I’d make some little (as it turns out) incredibly lengthy remarks about McHart-related things that stood out to me in the season 3 premiere of The Good Fight! May or may not do more of these throughout the season--let me know if you’re feelin’ it. Obviously 3x01 spoilers below!

1. Them holding hands, (and her leg slung over him which we couldn’t really see in the scene but did in the promo) and THAT CHIN GRAB, and him indulging her, oh my! (BUT WHY WOULD HE TEMPT FATE LIKE THAT SAYING “WHAT COULD GO WRONG?” DAMN IT, KURT!)

2. I had been planning to make a clever remark about how I had so been looking forward to seeing what a home/bedroom that was truly both of theirs would look like... and then (once seeing it in the promo/promo pics) that apparently it looks exactly like a Diane bedroom, lol (which is sweet in it’s own right too, I suppose, him just letting her run with it... or perhaps her insisting they do it together but then she vetos like 95% of his ideas so then he just gives up). But then I saw the gun case with more than a dozen firearms in it so actually a Diane/Kurt bedroom seems to be a Diane bedroom with an abundance of guns. ...Which honestly kind of surprises me, especially given that they’re not really locked away. Wondering how those negotiations went between the two of them. ...Are the guns in the bedroom going to become relevant in a later episode??? So many questions. 

But anyway, further on their bedroom, THAT THING IS FREAKING MASSIVE. I know that they want it to function as sort of a catch-all space for the season so that they can get away with shooting every single McHart home scene in that one space and so it has to serve a lot of functions, but good lord, I think an entire apartment could fit in there? And HOW MUCH SEATING DO THEY NEED? They’ve got enough for--no exaggeration--more than ten in there. That’s insane. Are they planning to have a freaking soiree in there??? HA! ...It is gorgeous though, props to Beth!

3. The domesticity of their morning! He’s shaving (with a shaving brush OF COURSE and probably a straight razor) in a towel in the bathroom and her unpacking his stuff as they talk (or holler, rather) back and forth, just kind of hanging out while doing their own things to get ready for the day. THEY’RE MARRIED. My heart! 4. Diane’s increased knowledge of his guns and his preferences despite the fact that he has probably like 50 of them. How much time does he spend talking about guns and she sits there and lets him and listens, probably mostly because she just loves watching him in his element... and also because THEY’RE MARRIED and idk, I guess you do stuff like listening to your spouse talk about things you’re maybe not totally into when you’re married?

5. He called her (at work vs. her cell) while she was on her way to work, after she had just left him, but we never find out why. WHY???

6.HER HELPING HIM PACK. Ans it’s because she “saw airplane tickets on our account.” On “OUR ACCOUNT.” Something tells me they hadn’t merged much of anything before (including their lives), but they have now and it warms my heart!

7. I actually love the way they handled the hairs/her suspicions.To start with, I think it’s natural that after everything, even if they have moved forward and are starting over, even if she has worked though everything and trusts him, I think it’s perfectly realistic that certain feelings might creep up given certain circumstances. Of course exploring this in the show could’ve easily gotten into “drama for the sake of drama” territory and been incredibly messy and destructive, but it wasn’t. 

She wasn’t looking for reasons to be jealous, wasn’t looking to catch him in a trap--they honestly were “just there.” She then handled it so well, asking him reasonable questions, went on with her day, then maturely confronted him about it at home that night. (And honestly, I don’t think she actually thought he cheated, just that he was hiding something perhaps a little less than seemly that had to do with one of his “Fox blonds.”)  And then when she does approach him about it, she starts by telling him she loves him! She’s diving into this situation knowing it could be messy/hurtful but wants to preface with an “I love you” cause they are so IN THIS. Oh, also, ya know, he was being dishonest with her/lying to her, so her suspicions were totally valid. ...And on that note, DID KURT REALLY NOT LEARN HIS LESSON ON BEING HONEST WITH HER?!?!? Like he’s the most honest guy with literally e-ver-y-one else... but his wife. I think it just comes from loving her and not wanting to upset/hurt/lose her, but COME ON, MAN.

8. “I’m being paid. I don’t have a job, I’m hiring myself out...” “They pay me, Diane; it’s money. I’m not doing it because I like them!” “I’m being paid! I’m working!” That. Job. Though. His excuses are such a cop out because they obviously don’t need the money by any means. But I think it really speaks to Kurt and his pride--he loves his wife dearly, loves her strength, will always support her and is genuinely okay with her being the primary breadwinner. ...But he also still feels the need to pull his weight--to have a purpose and to contribute something financially. To “be a man.” (But again, as much as he may feel the need to play a traditional male gender role, he also has zero expectations that Diane do the same!) Because he could always volunteer in some way, take on smaller jobs, wait for the right long-term, paying position... but he’s taken that one. Because pride (which apparently trumps integrity? LOL!). (Throwback to season 2 of TGW!) Oh, Kurt... BUT ALSO SHE SEEMS TO GET THAT, because yes, she’s definitely upset about it and judges him for it, but she doesn’t even begin to try to talk him out of it, just, “Nope, you’re right. You have to do what you have to do.” She knows it’s important to him and respects that it’s something he feels he has to do! (They’ve come so far from 5x06!) As he respects that she has to do what she has to do. Like she just walks out on some kind of vague mission and he just stands there, a little confused, but like, “...Okay? Well, you do you, I guess. I’ll be here.”

9. THEIR TEASING, I LOVE IT SO MUUUUUCH. Honestly it’s been so long since we’ve seen them relaxed and playful together that it almost felt out of character for Diane for a hot minute and then I thought back and was like, “oh yeah, never mind, this is just what they’re like together when they’re not being put through the wringer by the writers!” Gasp! ...But like oh my God, they’re so freaking cute and yes please I’ll take more wise-cracking-sarcastic-sasshole Diane EVERY EPISODE, PLEASE!!! And let’s be honest, Kurt loves it. He looks at her with heart eyes and that little smirk that he can’t quite master because he’s just so in love with her even especially when she teases him. But then “Come on, come on. A little hug, please.” Like it’s not even a kiss or sexual in any way, she’s just missed him and just wants to embrace him for a moment. And given their history in regards to physical intimacy and that we can be quite certain that their sex life is still plenty vibrant, I think that a hug actually means more than tearing into each other, you know? They’ve always had that physical draw, the hug is more a product of an emotional one. (THOUGH I WOULD HAVE ZERO COMPLAINTS ABOUT THEM TEARING INTO EACH OTHER) And then, from the slightest wince she knows something is wrong and presses him on it!

10. The entirety of the “They shot you!” scene was pure GOLD. Every line, every delivery. And then her concern followed by her frantic ire and demand to know who did it, and his trying to calm her but then getting riled himself... UGH. I love it. All of it. Every bit of it. But especially... (And some lines I’ve highlighted at the bottom!)

11. Idk, but I just really love when he shows her the ointment? It just feels SO [OLD?] MARRIED COUPLE. Like, “Yeah, I did go to the hospital and they gave me this stuff to put on it, see? Here it is. Do you want to look at it?”  (And her just automatically taking it from his hand!) Honestly I clearly can’t adequately put words to why this in particular stands out to me, but it just gets me every freaking time.

12. Moment of appreciation for their bathroom (the one room that’s actually lit properly, lol) and alllll of her products and their matching toothbrushes in the middle, then that lil red car on his side (’cause they have sides, guys!). Dying to see their bedroom reasonably well lit at some point during the season (we hope) to see more of these little details! (...Also why are their towels hanging in their washroom area where it would appear that there is only a toilet???)

13. “You’re not fit to kiss my husband’s feet--a truthful man, uncomplaining, never passing the buck, never punching unless he’s punched. When did he become the exception?” After everything, after it all, after the lies and the hurt, she still believes that this man is the greatest man to walk this earth. Perhaps she now knows that he’s not perfect... but I think she believes he’s the closest any man will get. She just loves him SO. DAMN. MUCH. And then just gently resting her arm over his waist while careful to keep her distance from his wound cause she just wants needs that connection... I CAN’T WITH THEMMMMM.

14. Also, ummm... can we please get shirtless Kurt in 3 scenes in every episode??? 15. Diane uttered like 2 “husband”s, 2 “wife”s, and one “married” in this single episode... clearly the writers are as committed to defining them as MARRIED AF as we are.

And just a few other lines that stood out to me:

“I’m happy. ...Am I ridiculous?” “You like narrating your life.”

“But mean it.”

“...And it reeked of cologne, or mousse, or something, and I know that you’d rather die than use girly products...”

“...Then which of you Fox blonds is it?” (”Fox” did not sound like “Fox” upon my first watch/listen, haha!)

“You call him Eric?” “Oh, God...”

“DIANE, you’re scaring me!”

“My God, my poor husband. What have they done to you?”

“That’s why they delayed the trip, they SHOT you!”

“I can do the ointment.” “No you can’t!”

“The most important person in my life...”

Alright, as per usual I got ENTIRELY carried away, but anyway there ya go. Hope at least one of you gets amusement out of it, lol! And feel free to comment/"Ask” your own thoughts!

Happy “More McHart is only 25 hours away!” -E

#McHart #diane x kurt #diane lockhart #kurt mcveigh #The Good Fight #I LOVE MY MARRIED AF SHIP #it took so long and we went through so much but my got is it good right now! #also though why am I like thissssss #why do I always get SO carried away I hate myself #it was just supposed to be little blurbs! #I mean good God I barely even finished in time before the new episode! #anyway more married babes sooooon #thanks for putting up with me everyone! #reflecting on mchart

[shiranai-atsune]

VLD gKND (cuz’ I couldn’t think of an actual title)

I just had a burst of inspiration and it actually got me to write again after such a long time! I wrote this little piece of fanfiction based on another fandom and a bunch of other ideas I had in my storage. I hope you give it a chance to read it. Tell me how it is, be honest but go easy on me.

Write a scene based on the gKND trailer. Lance is Nigel while Lotor is Chad.

Set Post Season 7. Season 8 is disregarded.

Lance is part of the Alliance, one of the members of the Great Diamond Authority. Her outfit is a combination of armor and a dress, like Arturia Pendragon, but there is a cut on the chest revealing her Blue Diamond gemstone.

Red had agreed with Lana’s desire to retrieve Lotor She was glad he understood, they had actually begun to become quite close. Although she missed Blue, she and Red had something greater of a bond entirely, seeing as their time together excessed her time with Blue.

Lance took Red and teamed up with Honerva to gain access to the Quintessence field and retrieve Lotor. There, she double-crossed Honerva (guess she’s teaming up with the Paladins to stop Lance and the Alliance?), took the Altean colonials to Pink Diamond’s Human (now also Lance’s Altean) zoo, and turned Lotor into C.C. (putting him in that weird prison suit outfit and putting him inside a capsule dome which is thought to hold poison gas)

In a big but dark room, Lana stands, her finger hovering over a large red diamond-shaped button. It was the button that would activate the Alliance’s Diamond Starkiller base.

A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek as Lana takes a deep breath. She is nervous, pressured by her higher ups to make this decision. She is aware that after making this choice, there is no going back. She knew that she has to make sacrifices in order to reach her goal, even if that sacrifice involved the genocide of billions of lives.

She slowly lowered her finger, trying to stop herself trembling, and inwardly hoping that her observers are far away enough to not notice her nervousness, when she heard an all too familiar voice.

“NO! There are innocent people there! Your people! Your family! Your friends!”

It was Prince Lotor. After double crossing Haggar and shooting her off into space and to who knows where, she knocked him unconscious so he would not cause a disturbance during her trip back to one of the Alliance’s main base, the Kingdom of Lucis, where she and the rest of the Valvraves resided. She forgot to check the dose of sedate in the tranquilizer gun before shooting him. He surprised her, she panicked and in the heat of the moment, just picked it up and shot him.

He was once a prince. Great, powerful, and had plans to change the entire universe. She slightly turned her head to look at him, with his disheveled appearance; his beautiful long silky silvery white hair was now a tangled mess, his armor gone and now wears the orange jumpsuit for a regular prisoner. He is kneeled down to the grown, pulling back those plasma-charged chains linked to the floor and his handcuffs, restraining him from running towards her or to his escape.

“It’s riddled with the disease. Infested. Too far gone.” Lana coldly replied. Deep down inside of her, there was a part that was fighting, resisting, telling her not to go through with this.

“What about Team Voltron?” Lotor cried. “Coran, Allura, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, and Keith!”

Of course, she never forgot about them. They were all-too familiar names she recited every night before going to bed. Hearing them out loud from another’s voice felt so foreign to her. Even though she never forgot about them and no matter how much time has passed, the last name had shot a pang through her heart and left her wondering about his, as well as the others’ well-beings.

“Keith would never let you do this…” He said in a condescending tone. She could tell her was pointing his finger at her and she doesn’t know why, exactly.

Lana had wanted to snap back, “How do you know that?! You don’t even know him!”. Lotor only knew Keith as an enemy from whatever intel he received from his spies. But even so, he was right and she knew it. That made her draw her finger back, her face twisting to one of conflict.

“There. Do we need more proof on where this one’s allegiance lies?” A screen showing the sigil of the Black Knights of Britannia.

Although the voice is distorted and disguised, she can tell whose voice that belongs to. Judging by the tone and accent, it’s safe to assume that it belonged to one of her (former?) comrades, now reduced to colleagues, and currently her greatest and most outspoken critic, Lelouch vi Britannia. He had never trusted her, and became even more suspicious of her once finding out that she worked with the enemy.

“Species… indicative.” Only two words were spoken but she can tell that belonged to either L-elf or A-Drei Karlstein of Dorssia. They may not have interacted much, but Lana can guess that he’s in neutral standing to her.

“This human not a Galactic Level operative, no?” That one, she could not tell, but he did not seem to be a high ranking observer as the screen only showed the symbol of the Alliance. She wondered who brought him, or her, here?

“There are no human Galactic Level operatives.” Again, an unfamiliar voice.

Another screen pops out showing older sister Veronica. Which made Lana wince as she could see her perfectly and clearly in all her royal Magius glory. “Ah actually that’s not true. There was- wait.” It was only then she had noticed that she was the only one being fully broadcasted with no filter.

“Oh I could never figure out these privacy features on these planetary conference calls.” Lana bit her lower lip to hold back her laughter. Her powerful older sister, a member of the one of the greatest beings in the universe, especially the royal family, royally screwing up and making herself looking like a goofball. Just like her.

“Gah! And now my video call filter isn’t working!” Veronica exclaimed. “Who was running the tech department while I was on Earth? Agent Moron?!” She threw her hands up in the air for extra dramatic effect.

“Who you calling moron?! You’ve been on Earth for so long you reek of the infection!” Ah, so it was Lelouch who was in charge while me and Veronica were… doing other things. Lana thought as Veronica just crossed her arms and glared at him all the while Lelouch yelled at her. Then he added, “Just like that one.” Lana knew that while she couldn’t see him, he was pointing at her accusingly, his face twisted to a scowl.

It was partially true. Lana and Veronica, who got into this whole Alliance business not more than 5 years (actually 2 for Lana since 3 years passed during the time she was in the Quintessence field in Season 6 Episode 6) ago after discovering their true heritage as members of the Royal Family of the Magius. But they were only two among the thousands of children their father, the king of the Magius, have.

It was then that the entire room was suddenly lighted up with multiple screens from multiple of the Alliance’s divisions and members and even more randomly lower ranked members. So many voices talking all at once, chattering on about gibberish nonsense that Lana could not catch on.

But they all fell silent once they heard that one voice… the distorted, but very much obviously White Diamond’s, authorative, and loud voice that made her sound so powerful, almighty… and big. All three of which she was.

“Please members of the Alliance…” she spoke in a soft tone. No visual screen, her voice boomed throughout the entire room, “The decision does not come lightly… the decision is…” she trailed off.

That last line sounded so… off to Lana. It was like White Diamond had snoozed off. She sounded so… like in a tone that made her seem far away.

She always struck Lana as somewhat of an anomaly. Odd, strange, Lana has no definite read on White. She was calm, soft-spoken, warm, and she almost seemed kind and motherly, but her mother Blue said she had quite a temper. Her Pearl reflected on what kind of “owner” White can be. Lana was glad she was not on White’s bad side. …yet?

“Don’t do it Lana! None of them deserve this! This isn’t what Voltron stood for!” Lana had almost forgotten about Lotor. He had been so quiet when Lelouch first came to interrupt them. She imagined he just sat there, in obedient silence as the Alliance just said what they said.

Voltron… it was where Lana had allied herself before siding herself to the Alliance, and by extension, to the Valvraves. Her thoughts drifted to her fellow Valvrave pilots and teammates, Ignis, Gladio, Prompto… Noctis… all the good times they shared… she had just like she had with Voltron… before White’s loud booming distorted voice interrupted her reminiscing.

“The decision… is Lana McClain’s…” White Diamond has slowly said. Her tone changed into one of warning. Mother Blue had told her that this means that White is slowly about to be set off. White was getting impatient. Lana knew she had to make a choice right now, and she had to pick the choice that would definitely please White.

A tear rolls down Lana’s cheek as she makes a determined stance, her decision now made and she now fully stands by it. There’s no going back… But Lana never planned on going back.

“For the Alliance!” she almost choked at her words, “Blitzendegen!”

With no further hesitation, she presses her finger down to the button.

As the screens around her shut off, and the large room is now suddenly dark again, Lana can only imagine hearing her beloved Keith’s voice…

“Lana McClain… what have you done?”

Haha! I somehow ended up imagining my own little Kingdom Hearts/Marvel Cinematic Universe crossover universe.

Another intro of the beginning, made by the talented lunadiane: http://shiranai-atsune.tumblr.com/post/179161320757/this-is-universekiddies-lunadiane-is-my-main

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #gknd #galactic kids next door #based on the stop the gknd trailer #actually that's where this whole story's plot is based on #vld lance #lance mcclain #fem!lance #lana mcclain #lance is nigel #vld lotor #prince lotor #lotor is chad #valvrave #veronica mcclain #subtle mentions of klance #because I couldn't resist! #1647 words #l-elf karlstein #a-drei karlstein #mentions of the chocobros from final fantasy xv #mentions of noctis ignis prompto gladiolus #lelouch vi britannia #white diamond #yes the same white diamond from steven universe

[pyrewriter]

Can’t go back

"DAMMIT KID!" Plagg was understandably mad "WHAT-what did I say about not fighting him" he was rubbing the bridge of his nose. It had been roughly an hour since he had de-transformed and the sun was getting ready to crest the horizon. Adrien sat quietly taking small sips of the now half gone bottle of whiskey that had proven instrumental in saving his life. Plagg sighed "You're one of if not the best wielders I've ever had, you know that" his tone was serious and meaningful which was unusual for him. Adrien reached up to put his hand on Plagg's head giving the floating cat a smile that was warm and genuine despite his now disfigured face.  

"What, you thought a couple of cuts and bruises were gonna put down this old alley cat? I thought you had more faith in me than that" he laughed then coughed a little.

Plagg removed Adriens hand from his head "You got shot three times and you still refused to get proper medical attention" he shook his head "you're tough but you are not invincible".

Adrien could see that Plagg was really hurting "Hehe...I know, if I was it would be boring after all" he paused for a moment "listen I know your concerned about me but-"

"Camembert wouldn't be the same without you kid, I don't want to lose the person in this era that I can really help" Plagg was tearing up and was getting ready to unleash a torrent. He was stopped when Adrien had reached and embraced him in a way that no other Miraculous wielder had before.  

Adrien's voice was soothing "I was going to say that I wasn't going to hold back anymore but if I can get you to act like this maybe I'll have to get messed up more often hehe". Plagg let the embrace go on for a few moments longer before pushing away and wiping his tears with a sniffle. 

"You better not, you stupid dork" they laughed as the street lights went out and sun began to shine its first rays over the city as it rose, the night was over.

Adrien spoke first "Come on we need plan my run away and find somewhere to crash" 

"Why? can't we just go home?" Plagg asked 

"Unfortunately no, my street clothes cover the bandages well enough but I can't exactly cover this-" he pointed to his now exposed teeth and the large scar that accompanied it. He explained "Even if I could cover it there's no hiding the speech problems that comes with it, I'd rather hide myself all together and wait for Ladybug"

Plagg sighed "Guess you're right ugh you owe me so much Camembert".

"HAHA if this goes as planned you can have all the Camembert you can handle but right now we need to get home and pack up. “Plagg, Claws Out" with the plan set Chat was off. Willy who had fled the tunnels following the marks made by Chat was wandering the city constantly looking over his shoulder. He was paranoid that Chat Noir was still somehow chasing him and the thought of having to face someone that had taken three shots terrified him.  

Eventually Willy found a secluded alley near a construction site that looked as good as any to hide in once he was settled next to one of the large disposal bins he closed his eyes to sleep. As Willy drifted off his mind flashed back to what he had done and the reality of what he had just tried to do was beginning to set in. "I didn't want this..." Willy was talking to himself holding his head, his breathing was unsteady and jagged.

"W-Willy..." a familiar voice filled his head.

"NO no I don't won't listen to you I...I'm not a life taker dammit" he yelled covering his ears and shaking his head like a madman. 

"Even if you rip your ears off your head you can't rid yourself of me but-" there was a long pause, long enough that Willy thought that Papillion had left. A regretful sounding sigh made it clear that he wasn't but something different "Goodbye and I'm sorry.'' Willy had enough memories of who he once was to know what happens when someone is de-evilized. The notion that the him that existed right now was about to be ,for all intents and purposes, erased filled him with a sense of terror and happiness. He didn't want to remember what he had done to one of the heroes of Paris, he wanted that wiped from his conscious.  

Unfortunately for Wild Willy he was not relieved of his powers like he had anticipated and wanted instead it appeared that Hawk Moth had abandoned him. Drawing his gun and staring at it for while two thoughts ran through his mind. The first came as he lifted the gun to his temple "This would be so much easier if I could be with my brother right here right now". The second came on the heels of the previous "NO NO its thoughts like that that got your here idiot" he lowered the gun throwing it at the wall in front of him.  

For what felt like hours he glared at it "Maybe it would be easier if I just renounce my Akuma and break the damn thing myself" he thought reaching out to grab the cursed weapon. He was about to give it his best shot when he remembered that only Ladybug could cleanse an Akuma and Chat had a score to settle, he holstered the gun and tried to sleep. The last thought he had that night was what let him sleep with relative ease "If I see him first I'll let that tom cat Chat Noir decide my fate".

Chat was back at the prison he called his house "Plagg, Claws in" 

"So Adrien, what's the plan?" Plagg asked as he flew over to his stash of Camembert.

Adrien responded "The plan is to pack up everything we need leave" grabbing his school bag he packed his electronics, school supplies and spare clothes. He looked around for anything else he might need when he spotted a knapsack and remembered he would need provisions for Plagg and himself. Stuffing it full of random instant foods and half of Plaggs cheese stash he strapped it to his back leaving the mess before leaving. Topping off the deception was a rope leading out the window stopping just short of the ground and for good measure he climbed over the wall being sure to leave marks.

Most of the people on the street were preoccupied and simply passed by only a single couple had stopped to stare at what they were seeing. Adrien Agreste, the male model who could have anything he ever wanted and he was hoping his back wall with two stuffed bags, who wouldn't stare. Adrien had noticed their stares however and lifted his finger gesturing for them to keep quiet the couple nodded nervously before picking up the pace and disappearing. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he had remembered he had nothing to cover his face then he also realized that he probably looked more like a robber than a runaway.  

Eyes wide he covered his mouth with one hand and ran in a seemingly random direction not knowing where to go and sleep deprived. All Adrien could do now was hope that the couple would keep quiet but the distinct lack of police sirens was an encouraging sign but he didn't want to press his luck. He desperately needed sleep and it was a school day but he also needed to find Wild Willy before he did anymore damage. As he ran a thought came to him "If I hurry I can make it to school early and ask for a medical mask from the nurse, take a cat nap and see if Nino's will let me crash at his place".   

With a plan in mind he mustered what energy he had left and picked up the pace determined to reach the school but before he could look around to get his bearings he was already there. Adrien had unconsciously auto piloted his way to the school and by the looks of it he was the only student there. Opting to use his shirt to cover his face now that he wasn't moving at high speed he walked inside and knocked on the door of the nurses office. As fate would have it she was there. 

"Oh Adrien, how are you uh why are you covering your face?" she asked curiously 

In a fake sick voice "I got a scratchy throat *cough cough* and I'm feeling a little queasy. Could I get a mask and lay down for a little?" he held his stomach doing his best to sell the act. 

"Yes of course come in come in, let me just call you father and-" she had the phone in her hand

"NO! *cough* no it's fine if he figured out I got sick he would never let me out of the house" she stopped just as she was about to put in his father's number. She gave him a concerned look as he sat on the couch but ,against her better judgement, she hesitantly put the phone down.

"Alright Adrien, I'll trust you" she said kneeling down to look through the cabinets for a mask for him to wear.  

Adrien let out a sigh of relief as the nurses searched the cabinets for a mask. “Thank you” he said, a tension filled the air as neither of them spoke a word. Eventually she found a box of colored hospital masks. 

"Take your pick" she said presenting the box to him, he reached for one that was all black.  

"I know you've already done me one favor but could you turn around...please" he asked with a soft tone to his voice. The nurse raised an eyebrow but complied with the request placing the box on his lap and turning around with her eyes covered. Dropping his shirt and donning his new mask he felt far more comfortable now, the mask was made of a soft fabric that tickled the exposed flesh it hid. After taking a moment to get used to the feeling "You can turn around now and sorry for being so strange".

"It is not my place to judge you or your actions Adrien, now lay down school will be starting in a few hours." she said with a kindness in her voice that set him at ease.

A loud ringing shook him from the deep sleep that he had fallen into while laying on the nurses couch until the school bell roused him from his sleep, classes were about to start. Pulling himself from the couch he rubbed his eyes trying to rub the groggy vision away to no avail, looking around he couldn't spot the nurse. He needed to get to class, he felt the need to thank the nurse for her hospitality but he didn't have time to wait for her so he wrote a note thanking her for the mask and nap. Gathering his things he placed the note on her desk and left closing the door behind him and heading to class.

The school day went by like it always had with only a mild pain in his abdomen bothering him but it was bearable. A few of Adrien's classmates were curious about why he was wearing a mask but he managed to convince them that he was sick and couldn't talk very well. Everything was going fine and he was now in Miss Bustiers class with Nino and Alya.  

"Dude what's with the mask, everyone is staring" Nino had asked before class.

Adrien broke from the act "I can't say right now I'll tell you after school," he said in a normal voice then changing back to his fake sick voice "-not doing too hot, hurts to talk" 

Nino raised an eyebrow but played along "Alright man no need to strain yourself, you finish the homework last night"? Adrien face palmed making a face of sudden remembrance. He had meant to do it after his patrol but after everything went south he had completely forgotten about it. The second bell rang and they took their seats Nino shook his head chuckling "No worries man you can copy off mine" Adrien nodded thankfully.  

Class had continued as it always did except with maybe a bit more staring than usual but the plan Adrien had made on the run seemed like it was going to work. At least it had looked that way, the annoying pain in his abdomen had been steadily growing worse over the course of the class and he was unable to hide it. Soon he was tasting copper and breathing was becoming difficult, he coughed tasting more copper and feeling a wetness on the inside of his mask.

Dropping the fake voice "Ma'am, can I go to the nurses office" he asked hastily suddenly standing in the isle. He kept one hand on the desk to support him as he tried to walk but stopped as another coughing fit took over causing him to fall to his knees.  

Miss Bustier was scared "Adrien, ar-are you ok?!" his coughing continued quickly becoming more and more violent and wet making it impossible to respond. He was gasping for air between each fit but the wetness that he was sure was blood made it difficult to inhale. The mask ,now dripping, was stained from black to a dark crimson with his blood. Taking a deep breath Adrien forced himself to his feet causing one of his wounds to tear open and begin bleeding. With one hand on his open wound he removed his mask covering his mouth with his free hand holding his mouth shut in a futile attempt to hold it back but there was no stopping it.  

The class let out a collective gasp mixed with a few screams of horror as he let out a final splattering cough. Adrien's attempt at stopping it only resulted in making it worse, blood exploded from behind his hands forcing itself through his fingers around the edges of his hand and through his teeth. Falling to his knees he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt looking down at the small pool of blood and growing red stain on his shirt mouth still dripping every so often.  

Casting his gaze about the room he saw everyone was in shock then looking to Nino he motioned for him to come over. It took him a moment to process but once it did Nino rushed to help Adrien to his feet.  

"I-I'll take him to the nurses office" Nino stuttered grabbing both their belongings as he helped Adrien out the door. Nino looked up to Alya for some support but only rushed out the door even faster as he saw she was recording. As they made their way to the office Adrien looked like all the color had drained from his skin "Come on dude, you'll make it through this" he said.  

"N-not the nurses office" Adrien mumbled.

Nino stopped dead "You're delusional dude come on we're almost there" he asserted continuing toward the nurse. Adrien was too weak from what had just happened to protest any further and Nino was too scared for his friend to listen. Nino knocked but the nurse wasn't there and the door was locked, panicking now he set his friend down. It wasn't until now that Nino had gotten a good look at Adrien and he very suddenly understood why he wore the mask the reveal shook him to his core. He didn't know what had happened but he did know his friend needed help immediately before running off he stuttered "S-s-stay here I-I'll get agh someone".  

The moment Nino was out of sight Plagg showed himself "Kid!? kid stay with me" he was zipping around checking Adrien's wound and lightly slapping him on the face.  

"I'm...I'm still here Plagg" Adrien didn't like this, he was weak and his vision was bad but the situation was only going to get worse if he couldn't escape and find somewhere to hide. He was in no position to be doing anything drastic ,just talking was hard, Plagg was panicking more and more as the seconds passed but they felt like minutes.  

Plagg stopped moving suddenly "Ok kid, I-uh...I think I have a plan to get you outta here" he floated down to Adrien's reopened wound "-just hold still this'll hurt". Plagg began chanting something in a language that sounded similar to Chinese but Adrien couldn't tell what was being said, all he knew was the pain was subsiding. When he was done the pain was gone and he could see again "Alright you should be...good...to-" Plagg had begun to fall.

 Adrien caught him "PLAGG?!" he yelled, the sound of a door flying open followed by the voices of Nino and Alya made him act on instinct. Donning his blood soaked mask he grabbed his bags quickly placing Plagg in his shirt pocket he ran for the bathrooms to hide and change out of his bloodied clothes.  

Nino returned with Alya only to find a blood stain in place of where he had left Adrien "Where'd he go" Alya asked sounding confused and concerned.

"I-I don't know I left him right here and now he's gone" Nino was scared and breathing quickly Alya placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to console him.  

"We'll find him-" she told him, making him look her in the eye "come on, lets see if the class will help" Nino nodded in agreement and he had begun to calm if only a little.

Adrien was in a bathroom stall holding Plagg "Plagg Plagg come on you floating stomach" he said shaking his exhausted companion. Then remembering the cheese he pulled out a large slice of Camembert waving it around in front of Plagg.

"Can I get a smellier piece?" Plagg asked faintly.

"Oh my god thank goodness you’re alive" Adrien said breathing a sigh of relief before putting Plagg on his shoulder and digging through the cheese bag for a smellier piece of cheese. "What did you do to me back there? The pain’s gone and I'm not coughing up blood" he asked finally finding a good chunk and handing it to Plagg.

"Ancient healing technique *chewing* very taxing on a single Kwami" Plagg explained while Adrien changed out of his bloodied clothes. It had been a few minutes since Adrien had disappeared on Nino and from the rumble above he knew that Nino and Alya had gotten the class involved. Pulling out his phone and was about to text Nino telling him to meet him behind the school "alone" but before he hit send a thought ran through his head. "It had been a few hours since I've run away from home" he was certain that his bodyguard would be on the lookout but he was surprised that an amber alert had yet to be issued.   

Just as the thought finished a new alert popped up on his phone.

"Breaking News, Young male model Adrien Agreste son of the famous designer Gabriel Agreste has been reported "missing" since early this morning. Police are actively looking for him now, if you or anyone you know has any clues as to his whereabouts please call the number on your screen now."

Frantically Adrien deleted the message he was about to send replacing it with a plea. "WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T CALL THAT NUMBER PLEASE! Nino I'll explain everything when I can just please do not call that number". Almost instantly after hitting send his phone rang but Adrien quickly declined the call texting back "Meet me behind the school then we can talk but come Alone.  Adrien didn't want to get anybody else involved but if he didn't assure Nino of the fact he ran was fine he would be running from the whole of Paris before the weekend.  

His phone buzzed, it was Nino "Where are you dude the whole class is freaking out, are you ok?" 

"Meet me in the back of the school in 5 and I'll explain but...yes I'm ok tell the class I said thanks and sorry for today" he texted back. Putting his phone away he looked to Plagg "Alright get in the bag" he held up the cheese stash, Plagg flew in without objection. After washing his face and mask with water one of the bathroom sinks he sneaked out one of the locker room windows and made his way to the back alley behind the school.

He peered cautiously around the corner seeing only Nino he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Nino was looking over his shoulder looking nervous, Adrien turned the corner approaching his friend slowly. The moment Nino saw Adrien he leaped at him giving Adrien a bear hug when he let go Nino held him giving him a quick look over with tears in his eyes. As much as Adrien would have liked to stay and tell him everything now was not the time.

Adrien looked his friend in the eye mask removed "Nino I'm fine...di-did you tell anyone-".

 Nino cut him off his voice strained and cracking "NO-no I said I was going to check around back, the rest are still inside". 

"Thank you Nino...now I have to ask you to tell no one that you found me. 

"But-" Nino tried to protest.

"And you can't tell anyone about my face and if anyone does you need to tell them to keep quiet about it, please" Adrien hung his head before looking at Nino. "I know this is a lot to ask of you, especially after I disappeared on you but I need you" the voices of his other classmates cut their conversation short. "Oh no I need to go" then holding up his phone "I'll always be in touch" he turned to run back the way he came.

Nino grabbed him from behind in an embrace saying only one thing "We're Familia Adrien". With those final words Nino let him go and ,as much as he wanted to stay, Adriren ran leaving one of his first real friends crying in the alley. The rest of the class entered the alley from behind Nino.

"Did you find him?" they asked.

Nino turned tears in his eyes running down his cheeks "...no, he's not here". 

Adrien hated leaving his friends ,especially Nino, like this but even if Ladybug could undo the physical scars there was no mending the emotional damage.  

"No going back now".

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John Stossel- Are We Doomed?

A Real Schiffty Impeachment.

Government Bans Competition.

America Was Founded on Freedom Not Slavery Ben Shapiro and Dennis Prager

Jeffrey Epstein Did Not Kill Himself.

Solving Student Debt.

Gun Control and Venezuela.

Medicare-For-All Will Destroy Health Care.

How Big Government Hurts Women.

Dennis Prager. Fireside Chat - Losing Liberty in America.

  Are We Doomed?

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Climate alarmists spread myths and declare impending doom.

 “The world is going to end in 12 years if we don’t address climate change!” says Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Really? 12 years? John Stossel recently moderated a debate held by The Heartland Institute. Well, not a debate … because climate alarmists who were invited didn’t show. “Please … let’s have a discussion!” begs astrophysicist Willie Soon. Stossel says the panel convincingly debunked four myths. One is the new claim: "we only have 12 years to act." Pat Michaels, former president of the American Association of State Climatologists, says, “It's warmed up around one degree Celsius since 1900, and life expectancy DOUBLED … yet [if] that temperature ticks up another half a degree … the entire system crashes? That's the most absurd belief." Climatology Professor David Legates adds, “In twelve years it’ll be 12 more years.” The 3 scientists argue that even if the planet warms by 5 degrees, humans can adjust. We already have. People in Holland did. Holland is a low-lying country. Much of it is below sea-level. So many years ago, the Dutch built dikes to prevent flooding. Michaels says, “Are you telling me that the people in Miami are so dumb that they’re just going to sit there and drown?” “You acknowledge though the water is rising?” asks Stossel. Legates interjects, “Yes, the water has been rising for approximately 20,000 years.” Another myth they bust: government action today will save us. “The Obama’s administration’s model projects that the amount of global warming that would be saved [by the US] going to ZERO emissions tomorrow … would be 14 hundredths of a degree Celsius,” says Michaels. It wouldn’t stop global warming but: “You’ll sure have an impoverished dark country.” he continues. “Global warming is why hurricanes are getting worse” and the idea that “carbon dioxide is a pollutant that just does harm” are two other myths the scientists debunk. Stossel concludes by asking, “Are they right? It’s hard to believe they are when so many serious people are so worried. I wish there were a real debate! Why won’t the other side debate?”

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A new idea called "income share agreements" could help solve the student debt crisis. -------- Don't miss a single video from Stossel TV, sign up here: https://www.johnstossel.com/#subscribe --------- Student loan debt keeps growing! President Obama blamed that on greedy bankers -- "unnecessary middle men". Senators said they'd fix things. “Take the banker out of the picture, because they’re taking a profit!” shouted Sen. Durbin. He and Obama got their way, and the government took over student loans in 2010. President Obama promised “We’ll save American taxpayers 68 billion dollars." But the government takeover didn’t save tax money. Student debt just kept rising. Part of the problem is that cheap government loans invite students to take on debt without even thinking about whether they will earn enough money to pay it back. Democratic Presidential frontrunner Elizabeth Warren wants to solve the massive student debt problem by having government forgive nearly all of it. That'd cost taxpayers a massive $1.25 trillion. A better solution, says Beth Akers, author of "Game of Loans" and a Senior Fellow at The Manhattan Institute, is something called an ISA: an "Income Share Agreement". ISAs mean, instead of incurring loan debt, students agree to pay a percentage of their FUTURE income. "The ISA is a way for the school to say to [a student], 'you're only going to pay us if we help you succeed,'" Akers explains. Private computer coding boot-camps already do that. Now universities are experimenting with ISAs. A big benefit is that the lenders have skin in the game -- they care about being paid back. They guide students to higher paying careers, and warn them that some majors probably won’t lead to jobs that pay as well. At Purdue University, English majors with a $10,000 ISA loan must pay, after graduation, 4.58% of their income for 116 months. Math majors pay less--3.96% for 96 months. The difference, of course, is because students majoring in math are expected to earn more; investors expect they'll need less time to recoup their investment. Two students with ISAs told me they much prefer ISAs to debt. "It is a win-win situation for everyone involved in it,” said Purdue graduate Andrew Hoyler, who's just started working as a pilot. "We don't know who the investor is, but I'd love to give him a hug or buy him a beer or something," Engineering student Paul Laurora added. Still, some people say ISAs are unfair. A Vice headline called them “indentured servitude." I told Laurora and Hoyler what some critics say: "You're locked into paying all these months." "If you're graduating and you don't have a job, you're not paying anything! Where's the servitude in that?" Paul asked. Good point. I hope ISAs will lead to less debt and more responsible college decisions.

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    Medicare-For-All Will Destroy Health Care.

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How Big Government Hurts Women

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Script: The bigger the government, the better for women. Is that statement true or false? Well, if party affiliation is any indicator, most women under the age of 40 would say “true.” Young women, especially single women, are among the left’s most loyal supporters. This isn’t surprising given that programs like government-subsidized childcare and government-mandated paid family leave sound like things that make life better for women. But do they really? Most European governments provide subsidies that allow women to stay home for months—even years—following the birth of a child. And some European countries require employers to offer female employees part-time and flexible work arrangements. So have European women benefited from these programs? The answer is no—unless you think lower wages, fewer jobs, and fewer management opportunities benefit women. Why is this the case? Because these supposedly women-friendly government mandates change the way businesses evaluate female employees. It encourages companies to assume that women will not only cost them more, but they’ll be less productive than men. Spain is a good example. In 1999, that country passed a law giving women with young children the right to work reduced hours. But a study by economists at the IE Business School in Madrid and at Queens College of the City University of New York found that women paid a big price in lost opportunities: Companies were less likely to hire women of childbearing age, less likely to promote them, and more likely to dismiss them compared with men. When Chile tried similar policies, similar outcomes resulted. In the words of Maria Prada, an economist for the Inter-American Development Bank: “[The purpose of the law was] to help [women] participate in the labor force and achieve more work-family balance, and it’s doing the opposite.” A study of 22 countries by two Cornell economists showed that in countries with the most extensive benefits for women, women are more likely to be in dead-end jobs, and less likely to become managers or top executives. This is because once the government mandates additional benefits for women, employers place them on the “mommy track,” meaning they assume women will want to work fewer hours whether that’s true or not. This might explain why in the United States, where these benefits are not mandated, women account for more than 40 percent of senior managers while in more “progressive” Europe, that number is a little over 30 percent. But Big Government doesn't throw obstacles only at women trying to get ahead. It throws obstacles at women struggling to get by. Here, we don’t have to go to Europe to find examples; there are plenty in the United States. Take the issue of occupational licenses—government regulations requiring a license to pursue particular professions. Sure, people operating dangerous and complex equipment should have to get special training, take tests, and be licensed. But why are occupational licenses required for hair shampooers and braiders? In some states, licenses are even required for interior designers and florists. Getting licenses can require hundreds of hours of schooling and entail major fees. That’s not about protecting consumers or public safety. That’s a source of revenue for city and state governments, and a way for some politically powerful lobby groups to keep out competition. And since more women obtain occupational licenses than men, women are disproportionately hurt. So what’s the solution? Less government, not more. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/how-big...

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Chapter 1: The Encounter

Hello everyone this is my first fanfiction/story so I hope you like it :). I’m also pretty new to this, so yeahhh. Also please tell me what you think ^_^!

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Characters:10289

Warnings: Mention of blood, gunshots (not sure if this counts

Chapter 1: The Encounter

Written by:

Alexa Kurdelak

Time:9:00 p.m Cairo, Egypt, Location: Outskirts of Talon base.

“There are one, two, ten ,twenty talon soldiers, maybe even more on that base” said an unknown voice. “Relax Jackson, it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” said an unknown female with binoculars in her hand. “Yeah but Luna do we even know if “he will actually be there,” he said. Luna sighed, putting away her binoculars and gearing up. “I trust the intel that Zoe found and besides this is the best lead I’ve got right now,” Luna said putting the mask over her mouth and pulling her hood up. A moment of silence and then Jackson spoke “I know just please be careful Lu”. Luna laughed a little, “I will and I trust you will be my eyes in the sky” she said as she released a robotic beetle. “Always” Jackson answered.

Luna hopped the fence to the base and used her blowgun with sleep darts to knock out a couple of guards. “Looks like there’s an entrance just up ahead, but you’re going to need a keycard,'' said Jackson. “A keycard huh” said Luna hiding behind a wall. “I take it those two guards might have the keycard we need”? “Yeah.. I mean it’s possi-”, before Jackson could finish his sentence Luna ran out and wrapped her forearm around one of the guards throat with the blade of a dagger resting on his neck. “Ahh, Ahh Ah. If I were you I would put that gun down, unless you want your buddy here to die” she said to the guard pointing the gun at her.  “Not that you care but the blade against your skin is coated in the toxins from poison dart frogs and I’ve never seen it’s effects on a person before though I’m down for anything really” said Luna in a sadistic tone. Luna felt the guard shift when he heard what might happen to him. 

Luna realizing the guards shift she changed her tone “Of course that all depends on your friend pointing the gun at me”.  “The way I see it is you have two options: option 1: your buddy holding the gun hands me the key card and you both live or option two: I kill you then I kill your buddy and take the key card for myself”. “It’s your choice,'' Luna said. The talon guard seeing no other option pulls the keycard out of his pocket and walks over to Luna, “here” said the guard.  “Now you will keep your word, that we will live”, said the guard that Luna is holding hostage. Luna taking the key and answering “of course you have my word”. Without the guards seeing Luna grabbed two of her sleep darts and used one on the guard she had as a hostage, then before the other guard realized what had happened she already threw the other dart and put him to sleep too. “Goodnight boys,” said Luna walking over them and towards the keypad. “I’m always impressed on how you take people down so fast,'' said Jackson. “Well I did have great teachers” Luna replied with a smile. Luna placed the keycard in the slot and the door opened.

“I won’t be able to communicate with you once you enter so you will be going in blind,'' said Jackson. “However I will be able to hack into their cameras so your movements will go unnoticed”.  Luna smiled, “Sounds good, see you on the other side”. 

Moving through the base as quietly as she can to find her target. She suddenly hears some voices coming from the room down the hallway, and so now crouching Luna inches herself to where the voices are coming from. Luna leans up against the wall and realizes the voices are coming from just around the corner, judging by the voices she could tell that someone with a raspy weird sounding voice was giving somebody (possibly a talon soldier) orders. Luna then heard footsteps walking away from her location and with a sigh, she peeked her head around the wall to see that the two who were speaking left. Still moving down the corridor Luna comes up to an interface and takes out the flashdrive Jackson gave her and puts it in the usb port. “It’s up to you now Jackson” Luna whispered to herself.  Jackson on the other side of the world hacked passed the firewall and began downloading data from the Talon base. “Wait, no, no, No” Jackson said as the connection has been stopped and the data frozen. An alarm startled Luna “what’s going on, she thought to herself. “Luna, Luna can you hear me, you have to get out of there Now!” said Jackson.

Luna surprised answered “Jackson what’s going on”? “How are you able to hack into their frequency?”  “I tell you about that later but right now my priority is getting you out of here, so I will guide you to the best of my ability,'' Jackson answered. “Okay, I trust you,” said Luna as she starts running to try to escape. “Okay so down this hall and to the right there is an exit,” said Jackson looking at the base blueprints. “Okay” said Luna already at the coordinates Jackson told her, “but we have one little problem and I’m not doubting you at all, it’s just this is a dead end”. No, you’re in the right area your exit is right next to you, the air duct”, Jackson said. Luna sighed, “Great, what’s a mission without crawling threw an air duct”. “Yep well you better hurry, company’s coming from both sides,” said Jackson. Without a moment to lose Luna removed the air vent, climbed inside the air duct and tried to put back the air vent so no one would get suspicious. “So how is it going”?, asked Jackson in a teasing way. Luna still struggling to get through the air duct “Oh, you know it’s a little difficult when you have a bunch of gear on you plus not having to waste my oxygen since there’s barely any in here,'' said Luna annoyingly. Jackson laughed, “So anyway how much farther do I have to go to find the exit,'' asked Luna. “Not to far, just ahead of you actually is the outside world,'' said Jackson. Once Luna reached the exit she situated herself to kick the air vent lose, once the air vent hit the ground she jumped down to the ground. 

Catching her breath, Luna leaned up against the wall to rest before she escapes the base. “Once these guards pass you, it’s a clear shot to kick off the wall near the fence and jump over it, then you’re home free,” said Jackson. Once the talon soldiers pass her she sticks her head out to make sure the exit is clear. *Bang* a gunshot was fired just above her and miraculously the bullet just grazed her arm. “Argh” said Luna as she grabs her arm and runs out into the open to find the person that shot her. Luna drew her crossbow and looked up at the roof to see “him”, the one they call Reaper. Reaper had jumped down from the building and once he hit the ground he turned into this black smoke and turned back to his human form. Luna realizing that if she doesn’t take care of her arm soon she is going to lose a lot of blood. Thinking fast on her feet she fires a trick crossbolt from her crossbow at the ground which creates a smoke bomb. Once she created the diversion she ran and hid behind a wall “Well this is just great,” said Luna as she touches her bleeding arm. She ripped off a piece of her outfit and wrapped it around her arm to help stop the bleeding. “What I am going to do now? It’s not like I can wall hop and jump over the fence with an injured arm” she said to herself. Before she could think on it more she heard another gunshot and this time she dodged it! “You don’t give up, do you?” Luna said drawing and pointing her crossbow.

She fired the crossbow hoping to hit her target but Reaper doged every one of the crossbolts. Before Luna could fire off more Reaper did a move that only she would know because her father taught her. She had no time to react before she landed on the ground and the crossbow flying out of her hand “No” Luna whispered. Turning over she comes face to face with Reaper’s gun pointing at her. Trying to crawl and get her crossbow, Reaper prevents her from reaching it by stepping on her injured arm. *Argh* Looking at the gun and no means of escape Luna thought to herself “This is it, I’m going to die here.'' As Luna is about to pass out from the amount of pain in her arm she hears Jackson say “Luna close your eyes!” as a miniature stun grenade is fired next to her and Reaper. “Jackson,thank-” Luna started to say, “Thank me later Lu, now run,'' interrupted Jackson. Listening to Jackson’s words she grabbed her crossbow and ran as fast as she could. Reaching her exit she kicked off the wall as hard as she could  and hopped over the barbed fence and continued running.

At a hotel somewhere in Cairo,Egypt Time: 11:30 p.m

In Luna’s hotel room she is webcamming with Jackson, to talk about tonight's events. “You know you should really go to a hospital,''said Jackson while he’s watching Luna clean and sterilize her wound. *Pain Grunt* “Yeah well I rather not have the nurses and doctors question what I was doing to have gotten this injury,'' said Luna. “So anyway, were you able to get any information from that flashdrive before you were cut off” asked Luna while wrapping gauze around her wound. “Yeah, and looks like your next destination is in Venice,'' said Jackson. Luna standing up and putting on one of her father’s hoodies “Good” she said. Jackson smiling “Hm, I thought you’ve given up on your wearing your dad’s hoodie?” said Jackson. “Ha, yeah well it’s the only thing that keeps the nightmares away and it keeps me safe” said Luna. Jackson realizing he might have hurt Luna, “Listen Lu, I’m sorry I didn't mean..” before he could finish Luna interrupted him “I know Jack”. “Well I better get going, the others wanted to go out for lunch,” said Jackson. “Okay, well say hi to everyone for me” said Luna not wanting to say goodbye. “You should get some rest Lulu, I will get you a plane ticket to Italy so please just rest,'' said Jackson. “Hmm, haha alright Jackson, Goodnight” said Luna smiling. “Goodnight”, said Jackson. After saying goodnight to each other, Luna turned off her laptop and put her laptop in her suitcase. Still rummaging through her suitcase Luna found a picture of her and her dad, taking a breath she placed it on the nightstand next to her bed. Luna pretty beat from tonight’s events layed down on her soft pillow and stared at the picture of her and her dad. “Goodnight, Dad” said Luna softly. She leaned over to turn off the light and with her mind still swimming about coming face to face with Reaper, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

#blizzard #Reaper #Gabriel reyes #luna reyes #fanfiction #orginal character #Overwatch #blizzard entertainment

[canaryatlaw]

alright peeps, it’s late so let’s get going here. today was pretty good! I feel like I’m still mentally adjusting to actually working five days a week lol since law school was a lot more varied as far as days went, then there was bar prep and then I did nothing for like a month, so the whole 9-5 thing is still fairly new. But I woke up to my alarm at 7 (like every other weekday), got ready and headed out. I was looking at my plan for the day and trying to figure out who I wanted to shadow, I saw I was on the dep in the afternoon for one of the lawyers that was in court this morning (I don’t think I’ve specified a nickname for her but I like her a lot, she’s only like 3 years older than me but seems to have her shit together and is a pretty competent attorney haha so she’s fun) so I texted her and asked if I could shadow her, she said yes but her first case wasn’t till 9:30, I got to the courthouse at like 8:45 (around when I get there every day) so I went to the Starbucks under the courthouse (have I explained the whole pedway thing? probably at some point) and hung out till like 9:15, at which point I went upstairs only to find a MASSIVE line for security, like it made a U around the whole lobby, way longer than it’s ever been before, apparently due to a large group of some people on some sort of field trip basically. so that was fun, but I still made it to the courtroom before the lawyer lol and was told to get a hold on the case, so I did, and then I ended up talking to OPC and he was saying totally different things and our lawyer was like well can you step up? and I was like ahhhhhhh I feel like that would not go well because he’s saying something different which will probably devolve into an argument in front of the judge and like that’s a /bad/ idea, so she called me and they spoke over the phone, and I convinced him to let us pass the case until she got there, which he was not particularly happy about but agreed to, and she got there not too long after the call started so that was good, but of course at that point it was almost time for the 10:00 am case she had in the courtroom on the floor below, so I got sent off to figure that one out, but fortunately another lawyer from our firm was free and able to step up on the case so I didn’t have to finagle some sort of peace until she could make it there. so that was a bit more exciting than expected, and then once that was over there were three more in a nearby courtroom, so I just drafted orders (they were out of carbon of course so I had to write each one out separately) until all of those were covered. the dep was at 1 and we had to prep the client beforehand so instead of going back to the office we stayed at the courthouse, initially up by the courtrooms where lawyer was working on something, then asked me to take a look and tell her what I thought. the thing ended up being a letter to some board of judicial authority recounting an incident from a trial her and the other lawyer who covered her case today were on yesterday where the judge was just a fucking nightmare and like, very clearly violated the clients due process rights like, BADLY, (basically defense can motion for a directed verdict after plaintiff gives all their evidence saying they haven’t proved it beyond the standard of proof, but this judge prompted then granted a DV in the middle of plaintiff’s evidence, which is like, absurd) and just a recounting of all of that craziness so I looked it over and added a few commas (her grammar was actually totally on point besides that, MUCH better than the majority of people I end up proofing for) (no offense to them at all most people aren’t great with grammar and that’s fine) and suggested she reorder a few things and switch to first person throughout instead of switching between first and third, so she did that and then sent it to one of the partners and a few others to see what they thought. After that we went back to the same Starbucks to grab food, I got one of their grilled cheese’s (surprise surprise) which are actually rather good, so we sat and ate before walking up the pedway then across the street to the building the dep was in. this was like, a super complicated case, way different than most of our cases where we’re just the plaintiff. basically the case involved a former employee of the firm who at the time was driving a car owned by the firm when he got into a car accident, and he was now suing the person who hit him, and that person then tried to pull the firm in as what’s called a third party defendant, basically to say we’re also liable because it was our car, but to establish that they’d have to establish he was acting in the scope of employment at the time. so this dep was for the former employee and his baby mama/ex-girlfriend who was his passenger at the time, given by the lawyer repping the guy who hit them, and also sat in by another lawyer who’s representing the firm and this guy (but not the girl) so we were more or less there in like, an advisory position, but basically acted as the deponent’s lawyer at that point. so there was a whole bunch of unimportant stuff, but when they got to the former employee they did their best to really, really grill him on the car issue (like “does the firm provide all their employees cars for their personal use???” which is of course a no), but he stuck to his guns and maintained it was for personal use at the time and he was off-duty, which should effectively get us dismissed from the case, so we were happy about that. it went super long though, and by the time we got out it was like, 4:45, so at that point our lawyer was like well I have to go back to the office to get this notarized but there’s no point in you going back to just leave ten minutes later, so we walked to the red line on the courthouse stop and like, the train was so much emptier than it is when I got on at the office stop (two stops north) at like 5:15, like I was amazed, and throughout the trip there was just so fewer people I was like shit man, I need to start ducking out early and taking this train because it’s so much better like it was ridiculous lol. so I ended up making really good time and was off the train by like 5:30. So I walked the normal route home, except I needed milk for the recipe I was going to make since the milk that was in my fridge expired 6 days ago (I went through a whole like “well it smells okay does that make it okay??” because I wouldn’t try it because I think just milk is gross, but then I was like okay 6 days is too long let’s not fuck with this) so instead of turning off main street where I usually do I kept walking to where the 7-11 was, only to find it gone and completely boarded up, which I guess I hadn’t seen because I usually don’t go this far down on this side. but no worries, it was right across the street from the Walgreens so it was easily remedied, and I just got milk from there and then headed home. I was making a cheesy mexican bowtie pasta recipe and only being slightly experimental, so of course it starts with actually cooking the pasta, so I did that, and then you combine the pasta, like two cups of “mexican blend” cheese, a can of cream of mushroom soup (random, but okay), a cup of milk, and what was supposed to be a cup of mild salsa, but I can’t really do any type of salsa (when I’m trying to demonstrate to people just what I mean when I say I can’t do *any* spice at all I’ll say like “mild salsa and up” is off limits basically) so I instead used tomato sauce and added some taco seasoning, hoping that it would turn out semi-decent. so you mix that all together and throw it in the oven, then after like 20 minutes you take it out and sprinkle french fried onions and more cheese on the top and then cook it again for another like 5 minutes. and it came out pretty good! I was pleased with it, so that was a win for me. As it was finishing Jess came over and we prepped for our shows while also serving dinner. she has to get up early tomorrow for a photo shoot with “friends” so we decided we’d just do the flash and black lightning, instead of those plus the gifted. so we watched the flash live first. pretty good episode, they’ve been solid so far this season, so that’s good to see after a not all that great season 4. Nora is great and her relationship with Barry and Iris so far has been very well-written and well-acted of course so that’s very enjoyable. They managed to humanize Cicada very well tonight in very little actual footage, which was honestly impressive. obviously the whole Cisco thing was the focus of the episode and I was confident they wouldn’t actually be killing him in an episode calling “the death of vibe” because that’s REALLY on the nose and I don’t think they were that bad, but there was a few seconds there where I started doubting it a bit, but I was happy to see he was just fine. As far as the new version of Wells and their whole jumping to conclusions about the first guy thing goes, I felt like I had to draw a comparison to how this is a perfect example of what happens when police narrow in on a suspect too early and discount evidence that doesn’t point to them because they are convinced of their guilt and will make the evidence fit the suspect, which leads to a great number of wrongful convictions in the US and is a pretty large systemic problem. but that’s my real life diatribe about this lol. Black Lightning afterwards was also strong, I still love Anissa’s storyline of stealing money from the drug dealers and such and bringing it to clinics and churches (even when I have to suspend my disbelief a bit regarding how you can actually use stolen money) so that was good. I don’t know what I think about Jennifer’s storyline right now, the whole thing with the person- I guess she’s supposed to be a shrink?- showing up out of nowhere and mentally taking her to a salon was at best rather weird, and I’m not sure why her normally sensible parents would’ve thought that was a good idea. but I mean, if she eventually starts to help her, that’ll be good at least. The storyline with Jefferson and the new (white) principal was only in a few scenes but oooooooooof did it make me mad, just a whole lot of bs going on there. As far as Tobias goes, of course that arrest they made at the end of the episode was wayyyyyyyyy too easy and it’s never going to be that simple (especially this early in the season) so I’m really just waiting for the other shoe to drop there). but yeah, overall strong episode I really enjoyed. Jess left after that so I watched the 911 episode I missed from yesterday, and holy jesus I was tearing up like crazy, that show is a tad ridiculous at times when they come up with crazy situations they have to rescue people from (but I mean, that’s any cop/firefighter/EMT show ever made), but they also do emotion extremely well, from Buck’s sister (whose name I don’t remember) dealing with PTSD and fear of a vengeful ex-husband to captain talking about his daughter and ultimately in the end being invited into the photo with his girlfriend’s family (I seriously know like two characters names and that’s like, it) was honestly such a perfectly done moment I was legit tearing up over it. So yeah, kudos to them for playing the emotions very, very well. After that I started getting ready for bed, at one point there were a series of loud bangs that sounded somewhat reminiscent of the whole “bullets vs fireworks” game but like, there was a LOT of them and they were VERY loud, so I tend to think it probably wasn’t gunfire unless someone was shooting like 40 bullets in 30 seconds for some reason in our relatively peaceful and quiet neighborhood, at 11 pm on a Tuesday night for that matter. So slightly concerning but probably nothing, at least nobody here was in danger. And yeah, finished the rest of my routine and now I’m here and oh boy did I mention I’m tired and it’s almost 1 am now?? I had a lot to say about today 🤷🏻‍♀️ lol but I’m good now, so I’m going to pass out and sleep for the next 6 hours while I can (major sigh, but can’t do anything about it now). Goodnight my loves. Hope you had a lovely Tuesday.

#daily journal #October 2018 #Rachel's lawyer adventures #Rachel watches The Flash #Rachel watches Black Lightning

[quonit-aceattorney]

2-2 Reaction

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

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Q: also I can't play more ace attorney because when I finished game 1 my brother wanted to play it so now I can't play more until he realizes in order to play through game two he'll have to delete my progress so he has to wait till im done with that

BF: Whaaat

There should be more than one save slot!

Q :We thought that too! That ended up with Alex thinking the second game thing was another save file for the first game

BF: Huh

Q: he brought me back DS I can play as work yaaaay

BF: Wooo!

Q: back to phoenix wright

Q: car ooo

who was drugged with sleeping pills

oh hello ghost dude

murdurer who's that black haired girl outside of the flaming car

ini?

i liked these new opening scenes they have a lot more art

oh no D: not Maya!

they don't even avoid the "it was a rainy day" cliche like

who this guy

Q: uhhh turner that wasn't very friendly

Q: "I AM UPSET"

this was a year ago??? what???

Q: I was working under Mia not Maya

Q: the timeline makes no sense

June??? June what year??? Is this set before the chapter I just played???

oh my god that kid doesn't look right what

(^and that was my first ever reaction to Pearl. I thought she looked like a long 3-year-old. a glimpse. Ridicule me.)

Q: In happy Maya is here at least

Q: “I wouldn't take a crazed killer as my client" Maya you just have to BELIEVE they're not a crazed killer

Q: I wanna get to the case with Juan i n it but for now I'll be happy that at the moment he is living

Q: May 2nd is my bros birthday

Q: This guy needs better glasses that won't fall down

Q: Anyone can be a saint when compared to lawyers

Q: Wonder if anyone is in the direction

SIDE ROOM

Q: OH MY GOD THAT IS A LOT OF CANDLES

Is that a mushroom afro or hat

Q: I work hard at blaming it on Maya she gave me hints on what to do next and stopped the verdict from being assigned/mean any thing

Q: I wonder why we can't tell anyone about Mia

Q: Who is calling me!!!

HI I REMEMBER YOU

How are you lotta!

Q :How would Lotta plan to take pictures

Q: DID SOMEBODY DIE IN THERE

Oh now the citizens !Alex sense

CUT-SCENE

I think we should break in but Morgan won't approve

Q: Why will anybody who possesses Maya not stop showing off their books

Q: Boobs

Q: Hi gumshoe

Q: Who are you you don't look like you're in the Fea family

Q: Hey look it's the kid again

I got the key!! Thanks Pearl!

Q: Hey I don't have the key

Q: Ugh I'm stuck

BF: hahahah always that point where you end up trying to figure out what to do next

Oh, apropos of nothing, but Ini's name is pronounced "Eenie"

and she had a sister (who you will find out about) named Mimi

BF: and their last name is pronounced Mine-ee

Therefore, they are Ini (Eenie) Mimi (Meenie) Miney!

and the next case features a guy named MOE

Q: alright!

Q: Talking with the kid YAY

Reasons why I dislike the kindle

If shipping me and Maya gets me that key then please continue

Ya I wanna help in Maya

Q :This because brings up the question of if Maya likes me because everyone in the village listens to get and seems to ship us... Though I bet it's just a misinterpretation on their end

BF: Only on Pearl’s end, really

Q: As suspected

She's cute though! I like Pearl :D

Hopefully the aunt won't come and get mad at me

Q: Sorry to disappoint you pearl but I went to lawyer school not channeling school

BF: Pearl is such a cutie

Q: She is! I feel bad about the first thing I said about her is that she looks weird

Yesss finally I have the key

BF: Oh there’s going to be multiple things about Pearl’s reading skills, and before you judge her as a total idiot, remember that in the original Japanese, it’s Kanji she’s struggling with haha

Q: Alright!

Pearl what if I phrase it like this: MYSTIC MAYA told me to give this to you

Q: Okay pearl you can follow me as long as you know your mom won't put my head on a pike soon after

Q: How would gumshoe NOT like kids

Q: How about we explain to Gummy about how she was possessed

I do indeed have a copy

Q: 

Gumshoe: The prosecutor is going to be Von Karma

WAIT WASN'T VAMPIRE ARRESTED

NO

I SWEAR IF I ACTUALLY HAVE TO FIGHT THAT ASS AGAIN

Q: Oh thank God he didn't actually get out prison or something

Q: First time we see edgy in the game I wonder how he is doing

Q: PHOENIX somebody is actually interested in your badge and you don't show it to them???

How could you!!!

Q: IT'S NOT A HOUSE KEY, IT'S A BICYCLE KEY!

Q: It's that weird redheaded girl I don't like again

Q: The frick am I hallucinating?

Q: Oh hey she's lying!!! Thank you pearl

Q: Uh I don't know if I should try or not

Oh ya still stuck with this girl

Wait what

I looked at the second newspaper clipping and it says she died what

Q: Sharing a last name okay

Yay I win

Q: Ini if that is what happened why do you still look so happy

Q: :goes to court: I KNOW YOU ARE LYING BECAUSE OF THIS MAGIC ROCK AN 8 YEAR OLD HAVE ME

Q: Pearl let me take you away from your home without a parents consent I have some candy with me

Hi mia!!!

Q: So I know she can't tell me much because the game wouldn't be fun but what is the in universe explanation

Mia how dare you lie to me I thought we were friends

Save point

Q: Pearly hi how did you leave without your mom noticing

strong pearly

Edgy is my objection buddy

Wait he actually quit D:

I am ready to hate this person just as much as I did the first vampire

Q: No I am not shocked you are a woman now I'm just wondering why we have not met up with another female prosecutor

Q: HEY DON'T HIT THE JUDGE

Q: I don't think she should be allowed to bring that anymore

Then how did manfred fail if you are all so perfect

Fool

Q :HEY SHE HIT GUMMY D:

Q: Ya but we heard two gunshots and you say there was just one

Q: Hey there is a bullet hole in it

Q: I can figure it out I know I can

Q: I would use the gun on the last statement because it was fired twice and has the victims fingerprints on it but that didn't work

Q: Why can't I find anything

Q: I am stuck :(

BF: Aaaah I'd help but I don't know which part of the cross exam your at so I don't know what you're trying to prove right now

Q: I'll type the thing why not

Q: "Sorry pal there is more evidence", "this is the costume masthead wearing", "it's covered is blood," " defendant killed the person who did not right back ".

BF: ....I'm not sure, but I THINK you can find some evidence to disprove the 'didn't fight back' thing by gesturing to the sleeve of her costume somehow

If I'm remembering that segment correctly.

Q: Back

Hey the costume did work thank you

Q: Somebody please take that whip away from her

BF: hhaha no problem

the whip is Franzy's signature item, though. lD

BF: Also, she's not the last prosecutor who will physically assault you during a trial and get away with it hahah

Q: How dare this game

But there is a bullet hole in the outfit he didn't miss

Q: Finally that other bullet hole contradicts something

Q: I'm not getting something it's why I keep saving

I should know at this point where Maya was

BF: If you are still on the first day of the trial, you actually don’t have enough info yet to know where in the room she was!

Q: Dangit

Q: Oh hey I do know what I am doing

Q: I'm sorry what kinda swear is that Phoenix

Q: Lotta please don't be annoying like last  time you were here

Oooo save point

Hi pearl I forgot about you

Q: See I'm not the only one annoyed by the whip!!!

How am I supposed to be happy when a Von Karma is around

How am I supposed to pretend we are all family

Q: Lotta there were two gunshots

Q: For now I don't think I can present any evidence

Q: Which is sad

Q: WHY DID YOU POSSES PEARL

at least your not showing off Boobs

Nevermind

Q: Von Karma I hate you

Q: FINALLY I can prove it wasn't Maya

Q: No morons that is Mia

Q: You know if was ready to hate this second vampire but she isn't nearly as bad as the first one so far

Q: I'm not a fool I'm just annoying

BF: Franziska really isn’t the straight up villain her dad was; she’s more like a more prickly Edgeworth

Q: Alright well that is better

I really wanna see pearl tell at her haha

Q: Ya edgy was fine after a while but being nice forced him to leave him job so

Q: Who is misty who are you trying to kill

Q: Not a movie but it is a game and anime so

Q: How did steel samurai merch get in here

Q: Aww a cute theme for pearl

Q: Don't worry pearl I won't tell your mom

Q: Hey Lotta if you don't want me to be chasing you then maybe you should stop being in the rooms I need to go to

Q: and that is why Phoenix doesn't date women Lotta.

Q: Lotta you're fine you're one of the more likable people in this game

Q: I dislike that girl so I'd be fine to say she's the killerI  mean it'd make sense

She is the sister of girl who was killed by the man who just died

BF: Indeed, she does have a motive!

Q :back to thing

Comic is going it is fun to draw

Q: yes please give me info

new place to go. Also why does Lotta not like giving me info

what is this place

Q: you don't look like a doctor

Q: well of course you aren't

BF: Hahaha oh man I forgot you hadn’t encountered that creep yet

back to ace attourny but this is a great AU

Q: phoenix started talking like the guy hahaha

oh no did Pearl's mom call the cops on me

crap

Q: Ya well I suspected she was as evil

Q :need to go again dangit

Q: I think it's funny how I'm the scary one in this game

Q: I think right now I don't know if like the redhead girl or Morgan more

Q: the more I find out i guess i like the redhead more

Q: I win >:D

if we were both asleep then maybe you were both drugged like how the opening said

what is she talking about

im scared

Q: how about you show her your damn police badge that'd be interesting to her

pearl come with meeee

Q: mia don't lie to me i have a magic rock

Q: one more lock.

I feel smart :D

oh so morgan and ini were the killers great

Q: well if she made it look like Maya killed him she could become the next master

Q :Pearl did you run here AGAIN???

oh god please don't bring morgan

pfft Maya she does this to you too?

Ohhh well I guess that makes sense... I mean, she would be really mad at me for saying her mom killed the guy

Q: I like Mia and (whats her name the second vampire) arguing it's funny

Q: morgan you are lying

Q: ya no you hated me there is no way you thought "good sir"

BF: haha Franziska!

Q: I'll call her Franz for short

I mean this testimony was in the opening so maybe it isn't entirely a lie

Q: what do you mean it wasn't strange???

Q: but there was blood on her outfit how did you not think it was strange!!!

Q: mini stop eating your hat

that personality change reminds me of the worst person ever ... April May

Q: no but really it isn't more subjective

Q: Pearl is being used as evidence why not

Q: Franz stop it let me question her

i wanna present the urn but morgan is watching

but you know what there is nothing else here so

Q:

Franz: Why do I feel like you’re going to ruin my beautiful day? Me: CUZ I AAAAAMMMM

also why is Ini's hat so stretchy

BUT IT WAS A LIE

JUST BECAUSE SHE TESTIFIED ABOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN SHE CAN'T AGAIN

LIES AND SLANDER

Q :IT'S NOT BASELESS ALSO YOUR DAD IS A PIECE OF SHIT

Q: CRIME SCENE

SCENE OF THE CRIME HMMMM

Q: I am angry i will use caps

Q :YOU WERE HIDING THE PLACE PHOENIX ALWAYS THINKS SOMEBODY IS HIDING BUT WILL NEVER CHECK NO MATTER WHAT I DO

wow there are a lot of holes in your hat when you strech it out

spinny hat

then how did lotta earlier isn't she bigger than you

when i first went into the room the box wasn't there and then later it was

BUG ON MY DESK KILL IT

KILL IT NOW

i think it's dead

i hope so

Q :the folding screen >:3

SHUT UP FRANZ

ugh that bug is making me left arm flinch a lot

revenge after your death how dare you

Q :im not foolish im just better than you

BETTER THAN YOUR ASSHOLE OF A FATHER

I COULD RAISE YOU

wait what did i just say wtf hahaha

Q: and that is why i think that MORGAN HELPED

Q: WAIT I WANNA LOOK AT THAT FRAME BY FRAME

Q: yesss good case

well I mean your dad did

also fuck your dad I hate him that is all

BF: hahahaha

Q: actually no im not done

but finishing it would include a lot of swear words

BF: This case is totally setting up for some things in Game 3, btw

Q: dammit

Well I have motives for both of them Franz I just need to know that Phoenix knows.

BF: what you are ultimately trying to prove is Ini's motive, then that she did it and how she did it with Morgan's help

Q: okay!

Q: I am much more confidence than phoenix but that may just be anger

and a save point

OH GREAT NOW WE HAVE TO TALK TO FRANZ OUT OF THE COURT GREEAAAT

Actually Maya I had everything to do with it and I am proud I gave his ass the death penalty

stop being mean to Maya you're dad already cost Edgy his job hey now I have another reason to hate vampire

back to cort

Q: I'm sad because you said there is a universally hated case in the second game and I figured there are only 4 and the first two aren't it and neither is the fourth so it has to be the third but then I realized that Edgy is on the cover of the game so he should be in at least half of it so he might reappear in the worse one and I am sad

back to game

Q: LIAR YOU DID HAVE YOUR LICENSE THAT IS HOW THEY RECONSTRUCTED YOUR FACE

Q: “newb”

now this sounds like 2016

Q: how do you NOT know what the UK is you s***ty excuse for a judge

I'm so mad i started being mean to the judge I should direct it to Franz for being a jerk

BF: hahaha don't worry so much about that. I'm not going to say how it plays out, but I think you'll be pleased.

Q: yessss

BF: and the third case is the one that people generally don't like: I personally think it's interesting, but it DOES have some issues.

Q: dangit

well hopefully I can like it

BF: I'm going to let you make up your own mind on it, yeah.

Q: aaalllirght

BF: I'll tell you afterwards what I actually LIKE about it, okay?

Q: alright!

Q: WAIT SO

MINI IS PRETENDING TO BE HER SISTER HUH...

Q: aw hi mimi

Q: Fanz let me explain this to you: The Von Karma family is full of assholes you all deserve to die before they cause as much suffering as your father did

ya I'm going to call the cops on your for physical assult

are we allowed to tell Maya that Mia has been possesing her a lot

Q: game you know what the date and time is  if you just don't want me to know tell me

So the games are just becoming more and more about magic huh

the end of the chapter this doesn't feel finished

[youichi21]

Get to Know Me

1. What is you middle name? R= i don’t have one :C  2. How old are you? R= In exactly 10 days I turn 23 years old :v  3. When is your birthday? R= April 13! 4. What is your zodiac sign? R=Aries (just like ussop!)  5. What is your favorite color? R= ummm totally doffy’s fault xD its pink  6. What’s your lucky number? R= 21!  7. Do you have any pets? R=  yes and beatiful cat, her name is blasfe and a chihuahua named lorena x’DD 8. Where are you from? R= mexico 9. How tall are you? R=  i’m 58 m tall 12. What was your last dream about? R= i dream with my dad... he passed away a few days ago.. i miss him every single day.. i think that’s the reason because i dream with him.... it was a simple dream... we are like every day... eating.. laughing... he looks so healthy and happy.. i miss you dad...  13. What talents do you have? R= drawing?????? cry in the middle of the night without no reason????  15. Favorite song? R= every annabel song (?????) garasu no toshi from boku no sexual ed???? my favourite song its from a yaoi ova???? oh god... 16. Favorite movie? leon the professional lol i just can’t think in nothing else 18. Do you want children? oh please no  19. Do you want a church wedding? maybe?? 20. Are you religious? no??? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? thanks to the heavens no 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? R= no..... 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? R= no.. 24. Baths or showers? bathssssss 25. What color socks are you wearing? no one, here in mexico It's too hot to wear socks 26. Have you ever been famous? hhahahaha i’m the personification of a loser so.. no  27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? haha noooo 28. What type of music do you like? sometimes anime soundtracks, sometimes really really  hard rock/ punk music, the enoug for hurt your ears  29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? ehhhh no..... 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? i don’t like sleep with pillows, usually i put the pillow in my feet 31. What position do you usually sleep in? I sleep sideways or I usually sleep on the other side of the bed 32. How big is your house? ehh at least i can live with my sis and my two pets so.... 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? usually i don’t have a breakfast but when i do,it’s usually bread with milk. eggs or some tacos x’D i love tacos!  34. Have you ever fired a gun? oh no.... 35. Have you ever tried archery? nop when i was a child i wished but i never can... 36. Favorite clean word? no one 37. Favorite swear word? no one 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? two days.. i’m too weak.. 39. Do you have any scars? ummmmmmm in my little toe. when i was 9 years old I cut myself by accident with a glass bottle ... the doctor had to sew my finger ...  40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? dear god no...  41. Are you a good liar? oh yes 42. Are you a good judge of character? nop  43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? no i totally suck at that  44. Do you have a strong accent?  45. What is your favorite accent? brittish 46. What is your personality type?  47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? no one i don’t care a lot for stuff like that... i think the most expensive piece of clothing i have is a sweater that my aunt bought me because I was going to go party with her and she insisted that my clothes was a total disaster and I would not go out with her like this,, i want free food so... 48. Can you curl your tongue? nop :C  49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie OWO  50. Left or right handed? right hand!  51. Are you scared of spiders? very much... 52. Favorite food? all types of pasta! <3  53. Favorite foreign food? no one :S  54. Are you a clean or messy person? kinda a little bit from both sides...  55. Most used phrased?  56. Most used word?  dammit.. or  mendokuse ( what a pain in the ass in japanese.. a phrase from gintoki from the anime gintama x’DD) 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 10 minutes  58. Do you have much of an ego?  59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck :P  60. Do you talk to yourself? a lot  61. Do you sing to yourself? sometimes 62. Are you a good singer? no  63. Biggest Fear? being alone  64. Are you a gossip? ehhh no 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? the pianist???????????? 66. Do you like long or short hair? long but its more comfortable short 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? i’m mexican so.. no 68. Favorite school subject? currently digital animation 69. Extrovert or Introvert? INTROVERT 1000000000000000000000%  70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nop... 71. What makes you nervous? people, talk in public, confrontation, talk, any contact with people... sighs... i reallt suck in socialize.... 72. Are you scared of the dark? sometimes...  73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? only when it’s neccesary.. 74. Are you ticklish? ehhh no 75. Have you ever started a rumor? no..  76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? lmao no one takes me seriously... 77. Have you ever drank underage? ehh no i hate it 78. Have you ever done drugs? never 79. Who was your first real crush? ahahahaha oh my god..a child named juan carlos when i was like.. 7?? 8 years old?? oh god.. he was a really  pretty boy..  80. How many piercings do you have? no one... i want a tatto but i’m too poor for pay for one... 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ not even a bit 82. How fast can you type? ehhh   83. How fast can you run? very slow  84. What color is your hair? black  85. What color is your eyes? brown eyes 86. What are you allergic to? dust??  87. Do you keep a journal? haha oh yes... usually i write how was my shitty day 88. What do your parents do? my mom is retired... my dad worked in the field  89. Do you like your age? lmao noo i just wanted to die young.. 90. What makes you angry? stupid people  91. Do you like your own name? yes it’s a curious name with a pretty meaning btw my name is anabel (  92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? hahah no.. i don’t have kids.. i’m a troublesome person.,, how it’s supposed to raise a child being like this? oh god please no..  93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? NO 94. What are you strengths? Finish all my homework in one night lmaoooo 95. What are your weaknesses? be a crybaby, coward person 96. How did you get your name? i don’t know my mom says it was dad’s idea.. 97. Were your ancestors royalty? no 98. Do you have any scars? yes in my little toe 99. Color of your bedspread? blue 100. Color of your room? ehhhh orange???? 

#feel free to reblog and write about you now! #get to know me #i'm super anxious i need do something more that my dutys... #now it's super late #And i have not done anything lmaoooo #guess who will not sleep tonight lmaooo t #this irresponsible asshole.. #hahahha i'm the worst ok bye #please feel free to write about you its kinda funny this #forgive me this is super long