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dreamauri · 9 months

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‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part five !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! oc! ) ┊ summary . . . its over, its all over ) ┊ genre . . . angst) ╰╮ warning . . . illusions of mental breakdown, bad mothering [sorry lei], lil sad )

☆★ finally getting to the good part :') kind of a filler, sorry ━━━━

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MEDIA DAY Saturday July 27 2023 — Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps, Belgium

A-Z WINNERS

"This should be quiet fun considering I have no life outside of racing." You joked, putting your hands on your hips. "Is there a time limit, yes? Great."

"OK, A for Alonso. Duh. B, for Jenson button. C is for c*nt." You said with a straight face making several people around the room laugh. You couldn't help the smile the creeped on your face.

"Wait. Who has a name that starts with C? . . . Caucasian man. Thats who- OH MY GOD CLARK! I forgot." You chuckled moving on. "What comes after C? A, b, c, d! D stands for d*ck. E stands forrrrr-"

"G, would've been nice to say my mom's name but she was slow." You joked wiping your face giggling. "Gasly."

"K, . . . Who? Hint?" "Three on the grid." "There's three on the grid? What the— ME! FUCK! thats me." You laughed face palming, falling on the floor laughing your ass off. "Leon Kraus, Ashton Kraus, Felix Kraus, Alexander Kraus, Fritz Kraus, Y/N Kraus and of course Killian Kraus . . . Killian those bitches . . . I think he's getting married actually." "He already did." "Oh yeahhhhhh." "He's got a kid." "No." You gaped at her, jaw on the floor. "When was this? I'm an aunt? No body told me."

"You're the only one who didn't get it right away." "Oh nooooo."

"S issssss, who's name starts with s. Give me a hint." "On the grid" "who?- Oh! SAINZ!" You smiled brightly giggling. "Oh shit, I could've said Schumacher, sorry. Two Schumackers, no?"

"V, Verstappen but we know which one. Maximus of course."

YOUNGEST TO OLDEST

"Dinosaur." You slapped Fernando's on the top of the board. "He was born 2 seconds ago— he wasn't even born yet." You joked slipping Meike's name on the bottom of the board.

A giggle came from your mouth as you looked at the board, you had only two names down from the 20 drivers you were supposed to rank from age. "I won." You decided nodding, a few laughs came from around making you relax and smile.

"I'm here." You placed your name above Meike. "And he's old as fuck." You placed Killian name under Fernando. "And him, I don't even know. He looks like he could be a dilf, but acts like he's three three." You places Max's name in the middle, with Lewis above and Lando below.

"He . . . Danny phanton is like three mentally, you can't convince me other wise." You chuckled placing his magnet above Max's. " . . . I- I know Magnussen has a daughter no?" "Two." "He has two daughters? Wow. Good luck with that. May the odds forever be in your favor."

"How good is that?" "Very good." The interviewer chuckled making you laugh." "You've got the bottom half right." You hid your face leaning down laughing. "Good enough, no?" You giggled watching someone take away the board and place a flip board instead.

WHO SAID THAT

"Oh no. What is this?" You flipped the first page, looking at the written text. "You have to guess who said that." "Not easy peasy lemon squeezy." You stretched you arms clearing your throat.

"Not me." You put a thumbs up smiling. "Is that a point? . . . Oh come on." You whined trying to think.

SURPRIZE

"Oooh, what's this?" You take the plaque handed to you. "Oh that's khofo." You turned board, pointing at the sfinx. "He looks way prettier in person." You chuckled, looking back at the photograph you admired the other famous landmarks and views from your home.

"Am I supposed to name all of these places? I haven't been that much around. Just luxor and delta." You chuckling looking confused. "Not Cairo or Giza?" You shook your head.

"You can see them next year then, when F1 goes to Egypt." You could feel yourself starting to smile as you looked at her unsurly. "What are you talking about?" You chuckled looking around the room confused. "I don't- wait no. You're not serious." You dropped your hands, jaw falling.

"Your joking." Your ran your hands through your hair. You could feel a wave of excitement rush through you as you jumped in your spot happily, fangirling. "We're going home! Yes yes yes!" You cheered throwing your fist up giggling happily.

"Oh my God. My family can come watch me." You covered your mouth as the idea dawned on you. "Oh my God. Yes yes yes yes! Yesss!"

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f1 BREAKING: Red Bull will no longer have a second driver for the remaining races this season. oh no 🫣

user YES YES YES YES

user am i dreaming? GOD HAS BLESSED US

user about time

user fucking finally, she was making it a shit show

user am i the only one in the comments here to complain about this? this is not fair ↳ user bro no one gives q fuck. Shut up and eat ↳ user she was so annoying etf you complaining about? ↳ user yeah the only good thing about her is her looks

user bye bye, dont come back. we're not going to miss you ❤️

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"Lei— okay." Max pulled the tween up on his lap, continuing with his stream while she laid on his chest quietly. "Mate! You still have her?!" "She's my good luck charm." Max smiled weakly patting the girls back.

That wasn't the reason Leila was still with Max though. Max kept one if his hands free at all time, patting the French-Egyptian's back or stroking her hair to give her the most amount of comfort he can offer.

Max could feel Leila's hug tighten every few minutes and it made his heart ache. She's going through too much and she's just a child.

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A jingle came from the carton box as you practically threw it on the floor next to the front door. Your shoes were kicked off and your travel bags flopped on the ceramic as you trudged into your home.

It was too quiet for your liking. And with the prime summer heat, you felt like you were going to melt.

Dings started to sound from your phone as soon as it connected to the wifi, and you could already hear the comments and posts, the tweets, the videos, articles, the memes, the drawings, you could hear of people making fun of you. It was buzzing in your ears. And you couldn't get it out of your head.

And in a moment of rage you threw your phone into down the hall, through the dinner table and salon, across the living room. SMASH. It wasn't going to bother you anymore. You dragged yourself upstairs, pulling the door to your room shut.

"Your tense." "OH WOW! I COULDNT TELL!" You turned to face your uncle's figure, tears welling up in your eyes as your hands visibly started to shake. "I have been working my ASS OFF. I PUT MY WHOLE LIFE INTO THAT GOD DAMN SPORT. I PUT YOUR TIME AND YOUR MONEY INTO THIS WASTE." You shouted, turning around your fist meeting the body mirror, panting heavily.

"Relax, nunu." "How can I relax?!" You turned into Marawan's body, hugging him tightly. "It's over. No one is going to want me now." Sobs escaped your mouth as you felt him softly brushing his fingers through your hair.

"Y/N— " "I'm just a stupid girl. I should've never even tried." "That's not true." "It is. I wasted my time. My effort. My childhood. My life!"

You collapsed on your knees struggling to wipe your vision clear. "What am I doing with my life?" You cried to no one, gripping your hair as you emptied your feelings on the ground.

"That's not true." You heard you mother assure, her cold hand gently caressing your back and she kneeled down beside you. "You made a friend, Max. You got closer with Leila. You baked, Y/N. When was the last time you baked? You took off your mask, how brave was that?"

"It wasn't on purpose." You muttered, chocking on your cries. "But you continued to be brave. You faced on your dad. You faced the world. And you raced with your brothers, you always wanted to do that."

"I raced against them. Not with them." You corrected her. "And it was Killian too. Your golden son crashed into me. And now I have a hole in my hip."

"You choose the sport, Y/N." You pushed her away before she could caress your head, turning away from her, hugging your knees. "No. You did."

"You're the one who got that stupid scholarship. You're the one who went to germany, met dad and married him. You're the one who got in that stupid car. You're the one who smoked. You're the one who put all your expectations, gave me all your dreams to complete. You're the one who died."

"And I was such a bad daughter." You sobbed to yourself. "I couldn't complete your wish. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Leila is going to live with that stupid woman—"

"Your mom's here." Leila shook her head wrapping her little arms around Max's neck. "No." She held him tighter. "I stay with Max." She begged in the little English she learned. "Yallah." The older woman pulled the tween from his wrist dragging her away. "Stop being a pain in my ass. Let's go."

"Red bull is going to lose a lot of points—"

Max was carrying the whole team on his back, struggling to stay in p2 and p3 through the races with the other teams taking his broken defence to their advantage.

"All because of me."

You cried in the dusty pink room alone. All alone.

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2007 — El GAMAZI ESTATE, FRANCE

"Killian? Sho bete3mel hena?" [what are you doing here] The rain soaked boy looked like a deer caught in headlights. He could only shrug, he himself confused qbout his where abouts. "Ana . . ." [i] He sighed shakily, pulling his late mother's helmet from his back pack.

Tears started to well up in his eyes, as he held out the ancient egyptian themed hear protection. "It belongs with the El-Gamazis." He sniffed wiping his eyes. "Mom would have wanted you to have it."

"Oh Killian." The boy was pulled into the household, wrapped in a towel and given hot chocolate, the helmet by his side. "Nunu maogoda?" [is nunu here] He asked quietly watching his grandparents and uncle rush around the room.

"Meen? 'Nubis? Betsou2 barah." [who? 'nubis? she's driving outside] 'but it's raining outside' he furrowed his eyes looking out the window. There you were indeed, perfecting your driving skills in your new kart, probably freezing to death but to concentrated to know.

"I want Nunu to be at the track on Sunday for mama's moment of silence." Killian, took a hold of Marawan's shirt, stopping him in his tracks. "El 7ad? . . . Mashi. 7ader." [sunday? ok, we will be there]

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softspeirs · 2 months

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Relief, forrrrr... a certain Major Egan? 😊

A/N: You and @blikebarbie92 both had the same idea, and I'm happy to oblige! I have something else brewing for these two coming (hopefully) later today, so here's a little precursor. If anyone else wants to send a prompt, send me something from this list!

three. afterwards.

He's trying really hard not to think about after.

Some days it's harder than others. It's especially hard on mail call days. He watches Buck's face completely transform as he devours word after word from Marge, and while he can't blame him, it makes something sour curdle in his gut.

Because where does he belong in all this? In the after?

The buzzing in between his ears to get out, get out grows louder every day, and every day he feels panic begin to brew when he thinks he might not be in this with Buck, not totally.

He doesn't want to do anything stupid, but he doesn't want to sit here for god knows how long, either.

But Buck has other things to live for. He has Marge, and he has a wedding to plan, and it makes him careful, careful in a way that Bucky can't feel.

He stopped feeling careful about this, his life, somewhere around jumping out of a plane and freezing in stillness in some German swamp.

He's not too far gone yet to recognize he's becoming hard, so he tries he best to be the person he was before. He plays cards with Crank and Murph (and no, he's not trying too hard to make up for the echo of an angry conversation that happened right before the mission from hell, though it did replay over and over in his mind as he watched Crank's ship go down that day. (Jesus Christ, Crank, it's a war! Are you flying today, or not? / Yeah. / Yes, sir.)

It helps, for a little while.

But then they're told about an escape attempt, and they're not-so-subtly threatened, and he sees Buck tense beside him, back ramrod straight at attention, only a brief glace over at Bucky like he actually thinks Bucky is going to make a run for it as they speak.

He's not that stupid, and he's not that depressed. Not yet.

Still, nothing sets a fire blazing in him like the day he comes back to find their hut completely ransacked. It's fury like he can't explain - they do this to them all the time. It shouldn't be anything new or shocking.

It's just -- his jacket is dumped on the floor, and the one thing he notices when he picks it up and dusts it off is that the half-squashed, yellowing daisy that was tucked neatly into his breast pocket is gone.

It's the straw that breaks the camel's back. He doesn't even know why he kept it, except that it started to feel like a sign, something tethering him back to who he was before, when he was just standing in a pub doorway with flowers for a pretty girl.

A girl who he stared and stared at, never daring to say anything too flirtatious in case her father was looming over her shoulder, daring any pilot to get too close.

But that day it had been just her, and him. And while he had apologized for telling her not to get too attached and apologized for getting angry because she wouldn't let him get drunk off his face after Buck went down, she had pressed a flower into his hand and a kiss to his cheek.

So he's furious, when he can't find it. There's been no promises made. He doesn't get letters, doesn't send them either, but it had been there, a reminder of the man he used to be.

And now it's gone.

"Jesus Christ, Bucky." DeMarco says, pushing past him. "What? What happened?"

Bucky realizes he's white knuckling the table in the middle of the room. "Nothing."

"Did they find something?" Benny's face is hard, urgent. "I'm serious - if you need to tell us--"

"No. Nothing. I just-- we only have a few belongings to our sorry names and they do this? Why--" He stops himself, hands on his hips. He's overreacting. He knows it. Can't help it.

How does he explain without sounding absolutely insane?

"I had something in my pocket. From someone back home. I--" He's astonished with himself when his voice cracks.

DeMarco's face falls. He doesn't crack a joke, he doesn't do anything to make Bucky feel worse than he already does.

"What is it? I'll help, we'll keep lookin'--"

And so they sit there, going over everything with a fine-toothed comb, while Buck and Frank and Crank come in too, and without more than a quiet word and sharp look from Benny, they start helping.

"There," Murphy says, dropping to one knee near Bucky's bunk, his hands cradling a small, wilted flower. It looks like nothing, like something they would have swept up with the garbage if not for Bucky's panicked energy.

The relief he feels at seeing it is overwhelming. To their credit, the other guys turn away, they don't ask him any questions, they don't ask what's wrong with him that he's getting this upset over a flower.

He takes it gently between his large palms, and imagines he can still smell its sweet scent, long gone.

To him, it's a talisman of better days that has miraculously stayed with him through all the hell he went through to get here to Stalag Luft III, and he feels a piece of him settle back into place when he places it in between pages of a battered notebook he's taken to carrying with him and keeping under his mattress at night.

Later, he'll tell Buck about it. He'll tell him about her, and how she had given him a small hope that someone might miss him, however fleeting their exchange had been.

He clears his throat, thanks his guys.

The rest of the night that relief courses through his veins like adrenaline. It makes him think maybe there is an after for him, that there's something out there that he's still fighting for, even if it's happening on the ground instead of the air.

#i have another thing coming later where we finally learn her name #but this is a good little preview of that!#also my first real shot at a bucky POV #john egan x oc #masters of the air fanfiction #masters of the air fanfic #mota fanfiction #softspeirs mota fanfiction #bucky x ellie #oc: ellie peters

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mercurygray · 1 month

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watching the rain forrrrr Fred & Brady?

Oh, this was a good one. Thank you for giving me an excuse to write them!!

It was bound to be quieter, out here with the rain.

She hadn't joined the Red Cross to be the center of attention - it was true enough that you got some of that being one of four girls in a truck, but that wasn't the same as having the spotlight on you for an unscheduled one-woman episode of Command Performance using a borrowed guitar.

Sadly for her, though, it looked like her usual seat was already taken. John Brady rose from one of the crates, his pipe giving him an almost patrician air. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't think there'd be anyone out here," Fred said, turning to go back inside.

"Plenty of room here for whoever wants it," Brady offered, gesturing to a second crate with his pipe. "If you don't mind a little company, that is - or the smoke."

"Reminds me of home, actually," Fred said, smoothing down her jacket and sitting down. Her grandfather had smoked a pipe - usually out on the fire escape, so the apartment wouldn't smell too awful. The smell of it calmed her. "It was getting a little loud in there for me."

"The sound of earnest appreciation," Brady said with a smile. "You made that guitar sound better than Jimmy does."

Fred blushed. It had been Curt's idea, because wasn't it always? Now, now - I think I'm owed a little treat for making it home in one piece, eh? Now where's - where's Fred? I wanna hear her sing me something. I know she's got a real sweet voice and we ain't all heard it yet.

She'd tried to beg off but Curt wouldn't take no for an answer, so they'd chivvied her up on stage, and Jimmy Hobart had handed over his guitar and pulled a stool out, and she'd tuned it up and asked Curt what he wanted to hear. Somethin' nice, he'd said with a grin. Somethin' sweet.

She wasn't about to go singing him a love song, so she'd pulled out one of those cowboy ballads she thought she'd be singing so often, I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences, Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses, Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences, Don't fence me in.

She'd done that one, and another by Gene Autry, until Egan had joined in and gotten the whole club singing, and then Hobart had come back and she'd been able to sneak out the back door, back to the rain and the smell of Brady's pipesmoke.

"Not all of us studied music in college, Lieutenant Brady."

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you called me John," he offered quietly. "Curt's not Lieutenant Biddick, is he?"

Well, Fred, you walked into that one. "Curt excels at making himself an exception. There are rules I'm supposed to follow - and up until I got here I was pretty good at it."

"What do you think changed?" Fred looked over at Brady and found he was watching her with careful, considerate eyes - an armchair philosopher with his pipe.

She snorted and looked out into the night at the rain. It was a good question - what had changed? She was still the same person who'd left Madison twelve months ago - still had the same parents, the same college degree, the same training. Was it this place, or these people? The answer came back very unannounced, and she smiled to herself about it. "Apparently flyboys are very persuasive."

Brady chuckled. "On behalf of my fellow flyboys I will accept that compliment. So do you have any other tricks in those uniform sleeves of yours, Miss Fred? You dance, you sing, you play the guitar, you charm hardened pilots out of their seats, you make excellent donuts and a hell of a good cup of coffee. Is there anything you don't do?"

Now it was her turn to laugh out loud. "I also play a pretty good game of cribbage."

He didn't have time to respond to that, because just as she'd said it the door was opening again and Curt, listing a little bit to starboard, joined them outside. "John Brady, are you getting my best girl a drink?"

Brady sat up a little straighter, taking his pipe out of his mouth. "I can be, if she needs one."

"Hey, what is your drink, by the way?" Curt had turned his attention to Fred. "The next time I phone in I'll know what to ask for."

"A whiskey soda." Fred looked over at John, a little impressed.

Curt clapped him on the shoulder. "He remembers! See, this is why you're never gonna leave us, Fred, because we spoil you. And do you know why? Because we know a good thing when we see it. And you, Fred, are a very, very good thing."

"Maybe even the best thing?" Fred asked, getting up from her crate. Duty called - somewhere in her mind she could see the shift supervisor tapping her wrist. She'd danced too long with the same soldier, and there was no more time for quiet.

Curt was laughing at that, pulling her back inside and saying something about the jitterbug and showing Blakeley what was what and who was who. And Fred couldn't help but notice the feeling of Brady following them, resuming his seat on the stage and his clarinet, the smell of rain and his pipesmoke lingering on her jacket.

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decadentjellojaloppy29 · 10 months

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What happens in Tijuana...

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Miguel brings you and Miles into his office to recruit you for a job. Your interest is piqued at the chance to get to know Miguel better, and of course to get the mission done. Of course.

Short first part for this story just to set up the plot. There'll be multiple parts to this series. Sorta a slow burn situation with Miguel, but impatience will make it so it's not THAT slow of a burn. Enjoy!

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You sit in front of four glowing screens...watching. for what you weren't exactly sure, a couple of minutes ago Miguel called you into his office only to sit you down in his chair and tell you to watch the monitors.

"Sit. Watch." He said, pointing at the monitors, clawed hand on the back of the rolling chair, pushing you closer.

So you did.

You rubbed at your eyes, trying to refocus. Everything starting to look blurry after a while. You rubbed your eyes and leaned back in the seat, sighing. Your feet propped up onto the desk, biting on the end of a pen.

After another good 20 minutes your heard someone walk in.

You spun around in the seat to see Miguel and Miles walking in.

Oh boy, you thought to yourself.

"I don't know how you look at these things for hours on end. We got matching blood shot eyes now so, thats fun."

You tried to joke earning an eye roll from Miguel, Miles covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to conceal a smile.

"I called you two in here because..." Miguel sighs looking off to the side as if he'd rather choke than say his next words, "I need you two to go on a mission with me."

He said quietly, avoiding pronunciation.

You and Miles exchanged looks of confusion and subdued grins.

Suddenly Lyla pops up next to Miguel.

"How bout a little louder for the people in the back?"

She teased, causing Miguel to growl, his hand coming to waft her away like unwanted smoke from a cigarette.

"As much as I would like anyone else to go with me, you two are the best people for the job I could think of."

Miguel groans, looking up at the two of you, almost cringing.

You and Miles froze in your spot, looking to one another, then back at him.

"Was that...you admitting you need us? Miles did you hear that?"

You grinned adjusting to sit up straighter in your seat.

"I did, he said we were the best people for the job, or am I hearing things?

Miles played along, his grin as big as yours.

"No, no, I heard it too."

You reassured him jokingly, nodding with vigor.

At this point Miguel's hands were dragging down his face, regretting this decision already.

"Alright, alright, basta. Enough of that."

He points at the two of you, making you purse your lips, hiding a smile.

"What's the job?" You ask sitting comfortably in the chair once again.

"Lyla pull up the plan."

Miguel orders.

"The plan? Forrrrr what? What was it called again?" Lyla said tapping her chin in thought.

"Lyla..." Miguel warned, earning a laugh from her.

Suddenly the room was lit up with the huge screen that displayed Miguel's plan. You and Miles looked up at it. Butterflies set in your stomach already excited to get out of the office and onto a real mission.

"We gotta to to Tijuana, in Miles universe, there are some pretty bad guys there and I'm thinking that univereses Spiderman can't exactly handle it alone." Miguel's red eyes shift to look at Miles

Miles's arms go up in a confused shrug, looking around.

"Uh no offense taken...I guess." Miles said.

"Didn't ask." Miguel quickly shoots back, pulling up another slide. You huff out a laugh at that, eyes looking up at the next slide.

"Plan is we show up to the Hotel a night before the event these guys plan to get there. Somehow they got one of our watches and we've gotta retrieve it. This'll be a stealth mission. We're aiming to avoid confrontation and get as much information on these guys as possible, as well get the watch back to headquarters."

Miguel looks at you and Miles seeing if the two of you were following. You nod along biting the thumb of your glove.

"Question, just out of morbid curiosity, why were we the best ones for the job?"

You ask raising a brow, not really getting it yet. Miguel grabs the bridge of his nose. Guess he didn't want you to ask.

"A man a woman and a child is pretty inconspicuous, doesn't draw attention. Could be a duo mission but it's Miles's universe so he's gonna know his way around more than you or me."

Miguel explains, hands on his hips. You look at Miles, who slowly looks back at you. The two of your eyes lighting up.

"So...this is basically a high stakes game of house?"

You ask, unable to keep the grin of your face. At that Miles explodes in laughter. The two of you giggling at your observation.

"Dios mio..." Miguel shakes his head, he starts to walk out the door. But before he can get too far you swing over to him, stopping him in his tracks. You put a hand on his shoulder to aid you.

"Relajarse. We're all over it." You reassure him. You may tease him but he seemed stressed enough as it is and the least you could do is throw him a bone.

His red eyes looked into yours, they looked tired. His eyebrow cocked. Seemingly still unsure of his choice. Squeezing his shoulder a little tighter you nodded.

"Really." You said.

After a moment of hesitation Miguel huffs "Just be ready by 4 am tomorrow. And I could do without the jokes." Miguel tells you, walking out the door.

You watch him leave and sigh, maybe you should've taken it a tad bit more serious. He could stand to lighten up some, you also thought. You turn back to Miles who's standing there awkwardly.

"I thought it was funny." He shrugged.

You smiled back at him, flicking his ear as you walk past. "Go and pack, goofy."

Miles rubs his ear laughing a swings off to go to just that. You sit back in the chair and continue to watch the monitors. 'This should be fun.'

You think to yourself.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse fanfiction #atsv

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barry-j-blupjeans · 6 months

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TAZ NC Day 9: Your Job AU

@taznovembercelebration

Look. Look. The chances of running into someone else who knew magic were very, very small. Lup understood that. Magic, while great, tended to be isolating. She was incredibly lucky to have Taako. Lup couldn't imagine what it was like to grow up not knowing what was wrong with you— maybe not ever knowing there wasn't anything wrong with you. If it hadn't been for their tía, Lup wasn't sure if she would have ever accepted that part of herself.

Yes, magic was rare. Yes, it wasn't typically used in public.

And yes, she was ninety-nine percent sure that this Office Depot employee was magic.

It was just— okay maybe Lup was biased in her belief that you had to be a little magic to be able to work retail. Like, there was no way anyone was getting through that shit with no magic whatsoever. But Lup had been here for exactly ten minutes while Magnus went around looking for a new desk and there was definitely some kind of magic here.

The employee at the print counter had been doing nothing but sorting paper since she got here. Maybe it was a slow day, because while Lup wasn't sure what the print center did, it was probably more than just sorting papers. But this guy had been at it for ten minutes straight, easily separating different types of paper (which all looked the same!) into several different piles. It was getting ridiculous at this point. He was barely even looking at the paper while he did this. There had to be some kind of tomfuckery going on.

Lup looked over her shoulder. There was a lady further into the store browsing through different file folders and she could barely see the top of Magnus's head over the shelves, looking at the desk displays in the back. With the coast clear, she made her way over to the print counter, leaning up against it. The employee had ducked under the counter a second ago, a stack of paper in his hands.

When he rose back up, he jumped slightly upon seeing her and said,

"Oh shi—" He coughed, cutting himself off. His name tag was shiny and had a skull sticker (?) attached to it. It read, Barry and then, on the line below it, I love printing banners! "How, uh— how can I help you?"

"Do you really love printing banners?" Lup asked, instead of the magic-related words she wanted to say.

Barry's eyebrows raised a little. "Love it," he said. Lup gave him a look. "Yeah, nah. I— banners suck. Unless you want to get a banner—?"

"I'm good," Lup said, not knowing what she would even use a banner for right now. "I was just— I came with my friend to look at desks but that's super fuckin' boring—" Barry nodded. "— so I've just kinda been walking around."

If Barry had seen here crouching behind the boxes of paper and staring at her, he didn't say anything.

"And then I was wondering what, uh— what kinda paper options you have. Forrrrr. Printing. On papers."

Lup was so good at this. Barry's lips quirked up into a little smile.

"Depends on what you're wanting to print," he said.

"Forms? No. Photo…graphs. Photographs."

"Well," Barry said, wisely choosing to not question the mess that Lup had just made with her mouth. "Usually for photographs, we've got, uhm— glossier options? Hang on." He ducked back under the counter and returned a second later with two pieces of very shiny paper. "Eight point," he said, handing her one. "Ten point." He handed her the other.

These were the same paper. These were a hundred percent the same paper. If Lup had doubted her reasoning before, she knew now. Either this guy was fucking with her or he had wizardly magics to tell them apart.

"What's, uh, what's the difference?"

"This one's thicker," Barry said, pointing to the ten point.

It wasn't. It really wasn't. Lup weighed them in her hands. There had to be some kinda spell to tell the difference, right? Or maybe this guy was just magically attuned to paper? That was probably a thing that happened. Probably. Like Merle's thing with plants.

Actually, Lup really, really hoped it wasn't like Merle's thing with plants.

"It's hard to tell," Barry said comfortingly in Lup's silence.

"I can tell," Lup said, like a liar. She had to let this guy know she was in on the secret somehow. But he didn't seem to pick up on it. Or, if he did, it was hidden behind the customer service mask. This was getting her nowhere. But she couldn't just straight up ask this guy if he had magic. That'd be weird.

"So, uh, do you have a prefe—"

"Are you magic," Lup interrupted.

"Am I… magic?" Barry repeated.

Lup looked over her shoulder, toward the desk displays. Magnus was currently with another employee, showing them a picture of something on his phone. Probably his dogs. Or his office, if he had managed to stay on track. Lup looked back to Barry and set the papers down. She held out her hand and summoned a flame.

"Ah." Lup wasn't good at reading people, but there was something in Barry's expression that made her think he understood. Or maybe it was the customer service mask again. "That is— that's a fire hazard, ma'am."

#taz november celebration #taz nc #lup #barry bluejeans #taz #taz balance #inspired by the several customers who have asked me if I'm magic just for being able to tell apart paper types #which i get. like. i know a Normal person usually cannot tell the difference between 65 and 110 cardstock but #it Is my job to know and feel the difference sldfksfd #this was fun !#ise cube writing #mine #retail employees can have a lil magic. as a treat.

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thecourtjester12 · 5 months

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[ID: A graphic that reads: Merry Smoon-Mas 2023. Moon is hanging over the side on the top left. His hat is hanging down as he grips onto the graphic. Sun is peeking around the middle right of the graphic, a bell earring is on his one ray. The center of the graphic has a list of number 1-12. All but numbers 3, 7, 9 and 12 are blank. Number three reads: Cookies/gingerbread. Number seven reads: Ugly sweaters. Number nine reads: Mistletoe. Number twelve reads: Secret Santa. End ID.]

Despite the fact I am still working on a Halloween story for JDCAU (Part one is out!) It's time to prepare forrrrr...... *drum roll*

The 12 days of Smoon-mas!!!!

As a lead up to Christmas I'll be working on a short series of 12 oneshots all with a christmas theme in mind for Smoon (and the rest of the plex) in my JDCAU! These will be posted starting in December! Of course it won't be the ONLY thing I'll be doing for Christmas, but it will be my big project!

Buttttt....as you can see, I only have 4 of the needed 12 prompts, I still need 8 more.

So! I'm asking for y'alls ideas and suggestions for some christmas-y prompts till November 30th! (They just need to be SFW please!) And then I'll choose some to add to the list!!! :3

And feel free to join in and do a 12 days of Smoon-mas yourselves!!! If you do and post on here, maybe tag it 12 days of Smoon-mas!!! I'd love to see if this became a thing and see what other people make!! :3

#jesterposts #fnaf daycare au #jdcau #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #christmas #12 days of ficmas #12 days of smoon-mas #give me suggestions #prompts

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cee-grice · 8 months

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read a sort of negative review of a book I just finished where it criticized how the relationship in it isn't "healthy" or "sustainable" and I'm over here like THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FORRRRR GIVE ME THAT SHIT I'LL GOBBLE IT UP WITHOUT CHEWING

#idk when ppl are insane over each other>>>>being healthy #i want my fiction messed up ok #specifically talking about queer romances tho i don't rlly read straight romances so i can't comment

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buddyaldridge · 2 months

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fic interview ask game!

taggled by @onehelluvamarine

Fic writer interview tag game

How many works do you have on AO3?

180! i use pseuds to divvy up certain things, though

What’s your total AO3 word count?

873,997. i expect that will be a million by december.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

fire in the sky alpha major this is your heart (can you feel it?) sits before us, scattered into ash it is not enough to be dumbstruck

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes i do! i think it's basic courtesy and i like talking to readers. i am, however, facing a huge backlog rn bc of work i need to tend to.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

a little less conversation (a little more action), no questions asked. this fic very much rebukes ponyboy being delulu about dallas in a way that's sad for both

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

i think the one where the payoff is really good, it's (we can't go on together) with suspicious minds. it's truly an "angst with a happy ending."

Do you write crossovers?

oh yes i do. i'm circling back to my stranger things/the outsiders au eventually and also greekverse

Have you received hate on a fic?

yes, some idiot tried to claim the fic where johnny's feelings on ponyboy and dallas were souring was transphobic bc they don't understand omegaverse

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

omegaverse smut factory over here, whenever i can get around it LMAO. i just want my blorbos fucking nasty and sometimes getting a baby out of it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope, and if someone does i will beat them to death.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, though if someone wanted to, i would approve it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

dallas winston/ponyboy curtis baybee!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

that christine au i started lmao.

What are your writing strengths?

good characterization, i can move a story at a good pace, and i write pretty cleanly

What are your writing weaknesses?

i don't remember dialog i've written forrrrr shit.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

italics is the way lmao

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

sailor mooon, my beloved.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

hm. i'm not sure? i like where i am.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

i love all of them but i think "fire in the sky" is my best accomplishment and everyone's my baby.

anyone who wants to do this can!

#asks #ask games

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willowser · 10 months

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🌌&💐!!! For you and our favourite little bastard man but also anyone else you feel like talking about???

what was your first date like ?

since i did the first date for bakugou here, i will do first date forrrrr — kirishima ! 😌🍓✨️

so unlike with bakugou, i'm probably very aware that this is a date with kiri, and therefore i am a nervous wreck the entire time LOL i feel like he tries to take me somewhere nice because he thinks that's impressive but it actually just makes me EVEN MORE ANXIOUS BC I FEEL UNDER-DRESSED. oooh, wait, can i share what i wear ??? 🥺 i wanna share what i wear !!! 😌

he he. anyway. i think we both end up a little too giggly bc there are some items on the menu that we're just like........what is THAT ??? LOL and they bring us some really strange appetizer that's okay, but not great, and we're so ??? on what to eat, that we eventually just order a piece of cake and share it 😌🍓✨️ and afterwards, we just kind of laugh at ourselves bc that was so silly !!!! and we don't feel high-class enough for that skfbskska so we end up just walking around downtown together, looking at stuff, wasting time, and at some point, he holds my hand 🥺🥺🥺 and doesn't let go until we have to 🥺🥺🥺🥺

how did you two meet ??

i work in the clinic inside bakugou's hero agency, filling his medications LOL so he has to stop by and see me once a month 😌🩷✨️ and so i always make a point to come up and chat with him, just some small talk, when he's picking up his heart meds and what-not 😌🩷✨️ (actually 85 years ago, @tiphandoms sent me an ask about this scenario and it's in my drafts rn LOL bc every time i write on it, i get shy 💀💀💀 but i'm determined to finish it !!!!! 😌)

(in a separate universe, this is also how i meet kirishima LOL)

💐 self-ship game 🩷

#me and kirishima spend the first 20 minutes in almost total silence as we try to play it cool #and figure out what these dishes on the menu are #LOL #and i'm probably bugging internally about the price akfbskqkal #but he's so cute 🥺 and so earnest 🥺#alfbewkqkql #no cute outfit for my date with bakugou bc i just got off work rip 💀💀💀#OUR FAVORITE BASTARD MAN 🥺🥺🥺 DANI 🥺🥺🥺#ty for sending this in akfbsjakqk !!! he he #✿ ask willow #✿ will x katsuki #✿ will x eijirou #✿ ask game

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fleursbending · 1 year

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hiiiii me again!

can i dump my opinions about avatar here?? cuz im about to- if you don't mind hehehhe

jake with the whole tough love thing kind gets to me at times everytime i rewatch the film.

like i get that he has to do that given the kind of world they live in coz of the sky people but, there would be times where i just go "man, cut your sons some slack."

ESPECIALLY WITH LO'AK.

"you brought/bring shame to this family."

"you've done enough."

im not kidding when i say that this film trigger my daddy issues the whole way through, and I'm just ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

and i know that eventually it kinda get resolved with the whole "i see you, son." but still doesn't make me less pissed.

Anyways...

I STILL LOVE THE FILM THO, JAKE SULLY IS STILL THE DAD I NEVER HAD AND LO'AK IS STILL COOL.

byeeeee! sorry you had to see this ehehehe

-🍸🍸

okay😭😭 second times a charm. this is not gonna be as concise as the first time but tumblr deleted it andddd i have a lot to say so,

it personally took me a two rewatches to fully see jake and why he is the father he's become. yes he isn't the picturesque parenting 101. yeah he is definitely harder on his kids than the usual parents.

but considering the unique set of circumstances, raising his children of war was not easy. and he purposefully let it settle that way. he knew his children would become too much like he had been before, reckless and irresponsible.

lo'ak still managed to slip through the cracks because he still became jakes carbon copy. he sees so much or his youthfulness in lo'ak it scares him to no end because for jake - that's the heart of weakness. and so he didn't let up on lo'ak, if anything he made things even more harder for him. why? because everything lo'ak had to lose is what jake already had forcefully come to terms with.

he guided 15 clans to victory, as toruk makto. but its clear as day that weighs on him negatively more than you could ever know. his dear friends, his brother - he's lost so much and came to terms with it because he had no choice.

he was hoping he could prevent it with lo'ak. but he still ended up becoming just like him.

losing a brother, his life being threatened, survivors guilt, a very distinct hatred for himself. it sounds familiar for a reason.

"you've done enough" for me, can be interpreted in two ways.

1. you've done enough. you made a mistake that you must now carry with you for the rest of my life, and for that i'm sorry son.

2. you've done enough. i'm so sorry that the guilt of your actione are going to follow you for as long as you let it. please stay with your brother now or you will regret it.

another layer to it is that he knew lo'ak was too emotionally distraught, if jake brought lo'ak with him - it would have done more harm than good. so even if the dialogue sounds backwards, he was still doing everything in his willpower to protect his children even if all his body language didnt convey that.

lo'ak and neteyam are like that in a sense, both hard headed and the same exact amount. i just think lo'ak feels and fears so greatly. it's so saddening. and i apologise forrrrr rambling sm 1!

i am rahhhhxhsb1!!1

#⇢ ˗ˏˋ junie just got mail ! ✩ ࿐ྂ #— °˖➴ 🍸 anon !#𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 beloveds 🫂💌!!#atwow spoilers #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #avatar 2009 #lo'ak sully

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watatsumiis · 10 months

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*waves shyly* hiiiii <3 KJHDFKJHJ YOUR SELFSHIPS ARE SO CUTE AAAAA i'm here for the ask game!

🌌 💞🎡

going into hiding now because this took all of my courage

EXCITED SQUEALS !!!! SQUISHES UR CHEEKS !!!!!! ITS GREAT TO SEE YOU ! HI ! thank you i was so nervous about mentioning selfship stuff on here but everyones been so so nice and im just !! ahh !!!

I'm gonna do this one forrrrr Zhongli!!! because he's silly and fun and i wasn't sure who else to do it for :p

🌌: What was your first date like?

I'd imagine it was very traditional and 'boring', going to a cafe together and getting a light lunch while we chatted away, maybe went for a walk around the harbor afterwards <3

💞: How do you both express affection?

I imagine Zhongli expresses a lot of affection through sharing his knowledge and just kind of infodumping to others and answering questions.

which works out great because i like to express affection via listening to people and asking questions (even if im worried those questions may be silly)

though also i think we both have some nontraditional affection styles involving headbutting and just. tugging clothing/hair, maybe some biting (/affectionate)

🎡: What are your favorite activities to do together?

hmm, I'd imagine we go on lots of walks! It's a good, low-impact thing we can do while chatting away! Though we'd also probably go to lots of cafes, and maybe go on hikes and such because I bet there's plenty of places he'd want to take me to hehe <3

#asks #general barks #thanks so much for the ask !!!!#i love seeing you on my dash hehe <3 #selfship tag

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certified-anakinfucker · 1 year

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And have another one, this time forrrrr Evira!

What's your work/outside life balance? What's your favourite part of your work and your favourite way to enjoy life outside of work?

(from these in-character asks!)

fun fact, evira was created as one of darrash's classmates! they've a pretty cat-and-dog attitude about one another but evira was the first person darrash went to when he needed to ask a clean favor.

Evira beyond startled. The commlink in her hand went flying as she whirled on her feet, bright crimson eyes trained dead on the voice. Then she took a deep breath and pointed an accusatory, "you owe me a commlink" finger. Teque'evira'zure, everybody. What's your work/life balance? "Nonexistent," she scoffed on the drop. "It is not there. Not with.." a vague gesture to the room around her, filled with various mechanical engineering equipment, "all of this taking up my time. I'd very much like to explore the concept of not working. It seems like a nightmare." What's your favorite part of your work and your favorite way to enjoy life outside of work? Oh. You were still asking questions. She pursed her lips about it, leaning back against support beam behind her. "Well? I guess.. going down to the cantina. I'm not one for mucking about Dromund Kaas, no matter I've been born and raised here. I don't necessarily need to know more about the Mandalorians, or those weird Force-users that hang out due west of the Wall, and definitely I need no more knowledge on the Sith. A nap would be nice. Or a hot meal that didn't make me want to strangle the cooks. Or maybe visiting Csilla, I know I've family out there. The Ascendancy looks promising. But, maybe one day. Not now." The Chiss seemed wistful while she was listing off the things she could only dream of walking out of the Citadel and doing, but given she was one of the better hands on deck, her spare time was rather few and far between.

#NEW TAG TIME #oc tag | [teque'evira'zure]#cheeri inquires #cheeri ocs #evira and darrash squabble over nothing but #darrash has made up technological emergencies just to make her come out of the server lab #i need a swtor tag

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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hullo :] just got back from visiting my mom which was nice but i do have quite a bit of work for this week 😭 i hope you had a relaxing weekend!

anyways, what i came here forrrrr

i diagnose thee with i coulda been named turbo?!?, *wii music*, ANDDDDD sus-shine - 🪐

Hey hey hey!! I hope the visit was nice, but wah, same I totally feel you with having a lot to do this week😭 We can both do this tho!! I was in a bit of a funk earlier (I get real bad like, bursts? Of loneliness and it's just cuz of my irl circumstances rn;;) but now I'm feeling a lot better!

Sibsjssm I am ACTUALLY three POSSUMS in a trenchcoat how rude of you to assume lmao Tho the most illegal thing I ever did was steal Ella Enchanted from my classrooms library in like 4th grade...not worth it the book isn't very good actually;;;

#thank u for the ask♥️#bibi answers #mmmm well more like i pick up on a bunch of music recs!#my taste is: anything i can possibly like #yk?

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shorelinnes · 2 years

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yayay raf is here for game night !! may i ask forrrrr ... hm how about billlie !! <3

whaaa it's been too long </3 I'm glad I could hop on today 🥰

favorite member if I have one

I don't know enough about them to have a favorite member yet, but I have heard a lot about tsuki!! she seems like a really great performer!

favorite song(s)

I really really like ring ma bell! it's such a fun song <33 and I love the electric guitar in it!!

why I don’t stan (yet) / if I want to

the first song of theirs I heard wasn't really my style, but after ring ma bell I'm definitely interested to see what they do next!

question for veteran fans

what are some of your favorite b-sides?

💌 send me a kpop group

#*asks #thanks for sending that in <33

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amugoffandoms · 1 year

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you'd think knowing majority of just Monika from random encounters is a good thing, but im pretty sure it isnt

anyways here's the entir

Oh, wow, Sayori, who's your friend?

He's our club's newest member!

That's... not set in stone.

this is Monika, Yuri, and Natsuki! And you already know me :D

Welcome to our meeting!

Are you into reading?

No need for being coy!

We'll improve your uptake, have a frigging cupcake, and must you bring a boy?

Time to write some poems, don't be scared to show them, the festival's days away~

You could help with baking!

Or with banner making!

And, I'll walk home... alone today. Maybe we're friends, maybe we're more. How could he love a simple girl next door? I'm just not the type he's looking forrrrr!

Hey, Sayori, you doing okay?

I'm having a difficult day.

I'd say, you seem pretty lonely.

I wish I could make her grin, all she wants are things back the way they've been.

She's depressed and stressed and she's feeling blue so I don't want Sayori hanging around you!

Just Monika!

Just, Just Monika!

I'm so glad you're joining the Literature Club!

Wait, what happened to S̷͉͇̈́͒͆a̶͍͙̐͘͠y̴̗̌̐o̸͔̱̔r̴̖̉́͌ḭ̴̻̳̚ ̶͐?

Who?

There's no one here named that...

Manga is my passion! Don't you dare be bashing! The writing's got finesse. Maybe you should borrow these until tomorrow- Were you looking up my dress?!

Let's go read a story!

What about Sayori?

Let's talk about me instead :) I've been learning piano and I sing soprano and I can't get you out of my head!

Can't look away. Can't help but blush, where did I get this overwhelming crush it's sharp as a knife and twice the rush!

Yo! There's something I think you should know! I've never seen Yuri so-

S̸̢̤͈̍̎̕͝A̸͉͌̈͋͝ͅN̷̨̘̟͕̓͋E̸͚͔͎̤͑ ̴͚̈̃̚A̷̖̹̿Ņ̸̯̆̽̏͐Ḏ̸̳̽͊ ̷̳̂̉͂C̷͙͎͕͂̈́̕͠Ḧ̵̡͎̱̮̄Į̶̠͛̔̚͝L̶̮͓̉͗̾L̸̢͉̼͉̐̔͠ and still kind of sweaty- But, I don't mind cutting to the chase, I'm in love with you and your gorgeous face!

That's a sentiment I can't allow, so my dear friend Yuri is getting the point now!

Just Monika!

Just, Just Monika!

Could you have guessed? Maybe you knew, Natsuki is next! I'm deleting her, too. We don't need cupcakes or poems or tea. I only need you to love me!

Hey, there's no one else in our way. So, look at me and just say right here, my dear, that you love me! And, we'll sit here 'til the end of time 'Cause I've earned this and you're finally mine! And, I'm sorry what you had to see, but it no longer matters 'Cause now you belong to me!

Forever!

F̴̱̆͠Ö̶̖͍̍Ŗ̴̾̐É̵̘V̶̫̈́̀Ȅ̴̪́R̴̲̿̕!

Well, look what the cat dragged in!

Sayori, you're still a part of the Literature Club?

Yeah, I'm the President after all!

Wow, Sayori, who's your friend?

He's our club's newest member!

I'm guessing that's not set in stone.

This time, I think it is.

Why don't you join us? I was just getting Natsuki into my favorite horror novel.

I-It's not like I like it or anything!!

So, are you walking home with anyone after this?

Just my friend, Sayori.

Just Sayori.

J̷̻̖̙̜͈̻̑̔̈́̆̎͗͝Ŭ̶͓̗̽͆̄S̶͙͗̓͌̽̽̅̀T̷̯̒̾́̓ ̴͖̫͙̣͚̞̏̉͛͜͜Ṣ̸̯̯͖̩̳̥͒̄̍͂̏̑̕A̵̧̬̪͎̤͓͂͐̆Y̸̡͈͒͒̄͠Ỏ̵͉̟̿͐͒̓͘͝R̸̘̉I̷̠̗̍̏̾̕.̷͇͕̖̜̿̒

#this was not a joke #i wrote this all down from memory and looked it up like #ive looked ot up four times #only to check the second verse's beginning and count thr amount of times Just Monika/Sayori was said #anyways i am probably insaane #mug talks #ddlc #doki doki literature club #just monika #tw hanging #tw self harm #sorry i meant like five times #some amount of times lol

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