#this is part one of a mini series

[madelynraemunson]

CASUAL part 2

see part one here.

modern!incel!asshole! eddie x fem!reader

It’s 7 in the morning. Eddie is seen doom-pacing in the halls of Hawkins High.

a/n: i promised y’all part 2 so here ya go. let’s make him pay. 💋 also shout out to @love-anonymous-writer for bringing this universe to life. a little angst here and there is good for the soul <3

who got the last laugh?

[WC: 1.1k words]

“Please respond…please respond…please respond…”

The soles of Eddie’s shoes slam against the tiles of Hawkins High as he rushes to your locker. Meanwhile his entire soul has left his body.

You didn’t answer any of his phone calls. All the texts he sent you were left on read. Having been so accustomed to your instant replies, Eddie essentially catapulted himself into a full-blown panic last night when he saw the ominous text you sent him...and the nothingness from you that followed soon after.

The crickets of Forrest Hills that taunted his eardrums later that night served as a vengeful metaphor of the brick wall you built between you and him. The girl who once gave him everything has now started giving him nothing. You’re nowhere, but everywhere. It’s like you’ve become a ghost.

When he sees you, color drains from Eddie’s guilty face. You look so beautiful today, hair curled down to the small of your back, a nice simple dress and some slippers, with makeup ever so gracefully applied. A class act, even when plagued with the utmost disrespect.

“Hi," he says to you as he approaches.

“Hi.”

As far as Munson knows, he no longer exists to you. He's a shadow now, a carapace of a boy you used to love 'cuz now — after hearing what you heard in his trailer — you know he's not the same boy that made you feel all the butterflies. That boy is long gone. You even start to wonder if that version of Eddie even existed.

“C-can we talk, please?” he requests.

“What’s to talk about?” you challenge him, stoically. “Don’t wanna annoy you with my rambling.”

“You never annoy me…” he attempts as you mindlessly comb through your locker for your homeroom notebook.

“Mm.”

You were casual about it. Too casual about it.

“You… uh…” he clears his throat. “You made me cookies yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I was at your door for quite a while so you must’ve been busy. Cookies were taken care of though.”

“I see…” Eddie mutters as the pieces all start coming together.

He thinks about how he always leaves his windows cracked open. His uncle would whoop his ass if he hot-boxed the trailer again, so it became a habit. But the trailer park is small, and on certain afternoon, if someone from a nearby unit had dropped a pin, Eddie would hear it. Suddenly, fear arises in him.

Surely, you didn't hear everything he and The Boys™️ said. He had his headphones on and he couldn't have possibly been that loud, could he? Unless technology failed him again.

The warning bell sounds throughout the halls and you excuse yourself from the narrative. Eddie tags after you like a lost puppy, nearly tripping on his shoelaces along the way.

"W-wait!"

The first class of the morning is homeroom. A class you unfortunately shared with Eddie, Grant, and Harmony.

You didn't want to see any of their faces. Eddie's face would serve as a reminder of how fake and construed the fucker is. Grant's would remind you of how insignificant you were to the guys (despite how welcomed they made you feel at the start). And Harmony. Harmony's beautiful face — with a body far too developed for a girl in her grade to match — would only remind you of the fact that the girl didn't inherently do anything to you... other than be beautiful and get caught in the crossfire of horny, greasy teenage boys.

It’s a fucking mess.

You swallow hard and keep your chin up regardless. Because what other choice do you have? You either feign your confidence or let irrelevant boys crush it.

You continue strutting over to your seat as Eddie trails behind at a measurable distance. Along the way, you inevitably run into the Junior Queen of Hawkins High herself, Harmony Heathers.

Harmony issues you a sweet smile. You smile back at her in return. And you didn't even need to turn your back to know that Eddie most likely did a double-take when sliding past her.

The late bell rings, indicating the start of class.

“Okay,” your homeroom teacher Mrs. Helleck exhales as she clasps her hands together. “Good morning everybody. For Red Ribbon Week this week, we’re gonna be doing a group project. Worth 20-percent of your grade.”

The class erupts in agonistic groans while Mrs. Helleck attempts to calm them down. You feel Eddie’s gaze burn into you, indicative to the fact that he was looking forward to using you again like he always seems to do. This time around it would be for a grade instead of a two-pump fuck. But you had something else in mind.

“You will be doing a presentation,” Helleck continues. “With a partner of your choice. Your job is to create a slogan along with a list of reasons why you should stay away from drugs.”

“Drugs Instead of Hugs,” Grant mutters to Eddie.

The general vicinity collectively praises his lukewarm wannabe 4-Chan edged joke.

You roll your eyes while your poor homeroom teacher tries to proceed with her instructions, despite the immature snickers.

“You will be presenting with your partner on Friday. Do not wait until last minute to do this assignment please. Deadlines catch up to you fast.”

Mrs. Helleck makes her way over to you.

Like Dungeons and Dragons, everyone in the class is assigned a “classroom role”. You’re the leader of the pack, the ‘foreman’, to which you never understood because up until today you never had the confidence to call the shots. The alphabet has never been on your side anyways.

“Now dear,” your teacher smiles down at you. “Since your last name starts with an A, you get first choice. Who would you like to work with?”

Eddie’s gaze is extra fixated on you now. It gives you a greater deal of satisfaction than tossing those cookies ever did. It was you who had the reigns now, instead of those woman-patronizing incels.

You start to smile connivingly, to which the guys start to gulp over. You can tell they’re putting two and two together, their two brain cells collectively working over time to discover that you had a delicious upper-cut up your sleeve.

It’s the very least they can do. If they wanted to taint your name to smithereens in your absence, you’re sure as hell going to give them something else to lose their minds about in Math 3.

And when all eyes are fixated on you, you tilt your chin up to project your voice. You want to make sure everyone, especially Grant and Eddie, hear you loud and clear when you sinisterly announce,

“I pick Harmony.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson mini series #requests #maddy’s requests 🍸 #part 2 #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you

[summers-art]

omg pls let silver give espio a big hug to help him warm up <\3

alright they get a hug, as a treat

also Blaze is still here

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

#sonic fanart #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #blaze the cat #espilver #you know I didnt think this would turn into a mini series when I made the first comic #but now we actually arrived at the espilver part of the tag since the first one so I feel vindicated #anon #ask

[britishchick09]

a sneaky list of full poto movies! ;)

youtube

1925

1937 song at midnight

1983

1987 animated

1989 mall

1990

1991 staller

1993 y/k

1995 wishbone

1996 ivan jacobs

2000 ken hill audio

2013 ken hill

2021 korean y/k

leroux audiobook

(these last two are privated every so often, so they're not always available)

musical

lnd

ok.ru

musical

lnd

1943

1962

1974 paradise

1989 freddy

1998 rat phantom

2004

dailymotion

1925 in hd

1995 phantom lover

2011 y/k takarazuka

night gallery

internet archive

musical

1925 original

1974 paradise

1974 hollywood

1983

2004

2004 takarazuka

#i go back to the lnd one every once in a while so i figured i'd put it here for safekeeping! ;) #there are so many other versions on ok.ru! :o #the '25 one has a billion copies on youtube so each number of the year leads to a different video! #same with the mini series ('19' is part 1 and '90' is part 2) #and some of them have backups on other websites! ;) #edit: i added more versions... and colors to make it easier to pick out the parts! ;) #edit boogaloo: third time's a charm since this blew up after adding the private ones! ;D #it only took 8 months for people to find the treasure! :) #now everyone can bask in the goodies! #...and the smol typo

[weatherera]

The Hero

#generation loss #generation loss fanart #digital art #genloss #generation loss the social experiments #genloss tse #genloss fanart #ranboo fanart #this one was an actual PAIN #all the tiny mini scenes I drew within the tv screens were surprisingly very time consuming!!!!! #but here’s the 3rd and final panel of another 3 part art series!! :D #(this is is my favourite though heehe) #I’ll share all three merged into one giant thing in a few days!! yippeee! :]

[hawkogurl]

#oh? you’re characters in a three part iconic series that came out in the mid 2000’s #and one of you is a wealthy abused child with heavily symbolic burns scars who undergoes a redemption arc that concludes in the third part #of the franchise who’s villainy is defined by an attachment to an abusive father and a need to please him despite him not at all deserving #your loyalty and your redemption is internally motivated by your own experiences and defined by a moment where you realize who you want to #actually be? and you’re connected to a lot of shipping drama despite honestly seeming gay as fuck? #and a consistently heroic male lead with romantic drama including a brief relationship with a light haired woman that you have regrets about #and a lighter haired woman who majorly influences your character arc and you can tell is cool as fuck because men hate her? and your arc #revolves around maturing and going through various circumstances that basically function as a mini coming of age story in a piece of fiction #not of that genre? and you have baggage related to family members who you feel responsible for the fates of? and you put an intense amount #of personal pressure on yourself because you see yourself as a protector and if you can’t do that you’ve failed? #and you’re emotionally superglued to each other despite lots of disasterous first interactions? #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka #atla sokka #zuko #prince zuko #harryposting #harry osborn #raimiverse #raimi trilogy #spider man #spiderman #peter parker #parksborn #zukka

[chasingmidnights]

An Offshore Love - Part One

Title: Offshore 

Pairing: roughneck!ari levinson x reader 

Summary: You arrive at the Jupiter and you can already tell this crew is in rough shape just by looking at them. You just hope they take you seriously enough. 

A/N: This is kind of a slow burn and this first part is more focused on the reader, but if you bear with it, Ari pops up in the second part! 

Warnings: All of my work is 18+, minors DNI, even if there aren't many warnings to look out for. In this first part, some warnings may include some self-doubt; mentions of the ocean & motion sickness/sea sickness; and I believe that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own internet consumption. By clicking keep reading, you agree to these warnings and that you are over 18. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 2,998

You sat in the plush leather chair of the conference room, you were in your fourth meeting of the day and you had started to feel antsy. You were bouncing your pen between your thumb and forefinger as you stared out the large windows of the skyscraper of Baizen Oil Industries. A small sigh left your lips as you thought how you would much rather be on an assignment instead of being in meetings all of the time. You absolutely hated the agonizing day-to-day of office work. It was so mind numbingly dull and you didn’t have the patience for that type of work. At least when you were sent to one of the offshore oil rigs or even one of the land based ones, it provided a little more challenging work, or depending on the day, a little excitement. 

“Before we conclude this meeting, I’m going to hand it over to Carter Baizen himself.” Your supervisor’s words barely registered in your ears as you continued to play with your pen. If it wasn’t for your coworker’s jab to your arm with their elbow, you would’ve continued to look out the window. 

You instantly sat up and refocused your attention back to the meeting at hand, just as Carter walked into the conference room. You watched as Carter buttoned up his suit jacket as he took your supervisor’s place. Carter cleared his throat before he started to speak. 

“Good day everyone, I’ll try to be as quick as I can so you can get back to work. But I came here before you today because one of our offshore oil rigs is in trouble, the Jupiter.” Carter paused for a moment as he clicked on a remote towards the center of the table and a blue holographic image of the mentioned oil rig appeared before everyone. “The Jupiter is one of the company’s most prosperous rigs, bringing in the most oil in the last five years but she also seems to be our most problematic rig. From crew members getting injured to machinery malfunctions, it seems she’s been through it all.” 

This was it, your next big challenge. You immediately started to get excited at the thought of helping another oil rig out, especially since your last one was a success. At least, you thought it was. If Carter didn’t already have a team in place, you would definitely be volunteering before the meeting was over or at least by the end of the day. 

“So, the plan is to send in a small team, no more than two, to get this place whipped back into shape. If this doesn’t happen, I’m afraid that we’ll end up either selling the Jupiter or shutting her down. This is completely voluntary, but if no one volunteers, I’m not afraid to pick and choose who goes.” Carter then looked around at the filled conference table, immediately noticing the nervous looks on the majority of the faces. 

Here was your chance. “I’ll go.” You spoke up confidently, you were beyond certain you could handle this job. 

Carter nodded at you in appreciation and you could see the look on your supervisor’s face, rolling his eyes and clearly not surprised. He knew how much you hated being in one place for too long and the fact that you had only been back barely two weeks and ready to leave, didn’t surprise him. 

“Another volunteer?” Carter asked, giving everyone another chance before he picked someone. 

You didn’t blame your coworkers for not wanting to volunteer, Being on an offshore oil rig was dangerous and getting there even more so. Not to mention that the Jupiter was located in the middle of the North Sea, one of the most treacherous seas in the world. As you waited for another coworker to volunteer, you thought back to your first time on one of the company’s offshore oil rigs. You were assigned to be a part of a team to collect data and to check the quality of life of the workers who were on board, along with several other assignments. Needless to say, you hadn’t quite gotten your sea legs yet and you spent the majority of your first week on the rig with sea sickness. After that though, you became a natural and developed your own system on how to get these rigs, along with the crew, back into shape. 

“Um, I’ll go.” One of your coworkers stammered as he raised his hand slightly. 

You internally groaned when you saw who it was, an IT guy who’s barely been with the company for five years. By the looks of him, he didn’t seem like much and he seemed much better suited for land. He’s probably never been on a boat before either; with his dainty frame, those waves would take him out in a heartbeat. But of course, you didn’t say any of that and just offered him a forced smile. 

“Excellent, you two come to my office before you leave today and I’ll give you more information on this assignment. Meeting adjourned.” Carter then left the conference room, followed by your supervisor. 

Shortly after that, everyone started to collect their things and went back to work. While you collected your things, the other volunteer nervously approached you. 

“Hi, I’m Jake.” He introduced himself as he stuck out his hand, when he realized you weren’t going to shake it, he pulled it back and scratched the back of his head. 

“I know, you’re the IT guy around here.” You replied as you continued to collect your things. You took a moment before you turned to face him and introduced yourself properly. 

Jake nodded as he spoke. “I look forward to working with you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

You let out a small huff. “I hope you don’t believe everything you hear.” You then started towards the door of the conference room. 

Jake followed after you. “O-of course not. How many oil rigs have you been on?” 

“Land, six; off shore, the Jupiter would make it four. Let’s get one thing clear,” You stopped and turned to face Jake, who instantly became worried. “I’m in charge here. I’ve done this countless times and I know what I’m doing.” 

Jake pushed his round framed glasses up the bridge of his nose before he nodded. “Got it.” 

“Oh, also, don’t let the roughnecks give you too much of a hard time.” You teased playfully. 

“Roughnecks?” Jake asked as he arched a brow. 

“Yeah, the crew on a rig. They do the day-to-day work to make sure the rig works properly.” You let out a small sigh, realizing how much of a rookie Jake really was, this was going to be an interesting assignment. “I’ll put together a 101 pamphlet with terms and what to expect before the day is over.”

“Hey, thanks, I’d appreciate that!” Jake beamed as continued to follow you. 

By Sunday, you were locking up your apartment and making your way to the airport. Your luggage rolled behind you as you went down to the waiting company car. You greeted the driver with a tired smile as he took your luggage and placed it in the trunk and you opened the passenger door, you took a sip of your coffee from your tumbler. However, you nearly spat it out when you saw an excited Jake in the backseat of the car. You had somehow forgotten that the two of you were riding to the airport together. 

“Good morning, sunshine! I wasn’t sure if you’d have coffee already or not, so I had the driver stop so I could pick up some breakfast.” Jake greeted, too chipper for your taste this early in the morning. 

“I’m hearing this,” You made a motion with your hand to mock someone talking. “And I want to hear this.” You made your hand stop moving to signal silence. 

Jake chuckled at your response. “Not a morning person, eh?” 

You simply glared over at Jake. 

“Alright, alright, I get it sunshine.” Jake said and he acted as if he was sealing his lips and then locked them. 

When you landed in Germany and finally got to the port, you took in a deep breath of the ocean air causing a smile to curl up on your lips. You glanced over at Jake and immediately noticed how pale he looked. It reminded you of yourself when you went on your first offshore business trip. You looked back out to the ocean, the waves were relatively calm near the port but you knew the further out you went, that would change in a heartbeat. 

“Baizen Oil Industries?” A dock worker asked as he jogged up to you and Jake, his voice slightly raised. 

“Yes, that’s us.” You said as you turned to the man. 

“The shuttle to take you to the Jupiter is ready for you, if you follow me.” The dock worker gestured. 

“Of course.” You said and you motioned to Jake to follow. 

When you got to the boat, the dock worker was claiming to be your shuttle, you were in awe. The boat was more like a massive barge ship and you were in awe of the size of it. 

“This is a shuttle?!” Jake exclaimed, stopping to look up at the ship before he stepped onto the boarding ramp. 

“Welcome to the Orion.” The dock worker announced, his voice somehow deeper than before as he welcomed you to the barge ship. 

Jake then bent over and started to throw up causing the dock worker to shake his head and chuckle. You couldn’t help but do the same before you stepped onto the boarding ramp. 

“Come on Jake, we don’t want to be late.” You said, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. 

You watched the waves crash against the ship, a sense of calm washing over you, compared to your counterpart anyway. Jake hadn’t stopped throwing up and currently had his head in a bucket. As you glanced back at him, you were grateful that at least one of you had your sea legs. 

“Why is it always carrots? I haven’t even had carrots.” Jake mumbled before he threw up again. 

You laughed quietly to yourself before you turned your attention back to the ocean, watching the waves from one of the cabin rooms. You swore that each wave that formed was bigger than the last one. Each wave crashed into the barge ship as if it was nothing, causing the ship to rock and tilt to its side. The waves were thick and packed quite the punch, you couldn’t help but wonder how these men came out onto this sea every day. There were several times where you thought the waves were going to knock the ship over and capsize. However, the Orion prevailed and continued to make its way through the North Sea to get to the oil rig.

When you finally reached the Jupiter, your eyes nearly bugged out at the sheer size of the oil rig. Sure, you had been to multiple offshore sites but this one had to be the biggest one yet. The platform stood on top of a single, concrete let that was giant in itself and at least several hundred feet above the sea; yet the waves were still grazing the bottom of the platform. Your eyes wandered all over, trying to figure out what sight to take in first. The platform was just as impressive as the concrete leg it stood on, built from a mixture of solid concrete and heavy duty, industrialized iron, it was truly a sight to see. You were always in awe of these oil rigs that you visited. As you continued to stare up at the structure, your nerves started to kick in and you suddenly felt uneasy. However, you kept it together, you’d be damned if you gave these men any inclination that they could roll right over you. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the Captain ushered you and Jake down to the deck of the ship. There, you spotted a few workers trying to direct a metal cage that was being lowered onto the deck of the barge ship by a crane. 

“What the hell is that?!” Jake exclaimed as he adjusted his glasses. 

“That son, is your way up to the Jupiter.” The Captain of the Orion said, clapping Jake on the shoulder. 

The door of the metal cage opened and out stepped a heavyset, older brunette and you could feel him instantly judging you and Jake. You knew exactly what he was doing, he was trying to see if you were going to be a pushover or not, but he’d be in for a rude awakening. You held your head high as you walked towards the man, sticking out your hand as soon as you were close enough and introduced yourself to him. He eyed you up and down, one more time before he spoke, shaking your hand in return. 

“Lee Bodecker, ma’am, I’m the rig manager here. Welcome to the Jupiter.” Lee introduced himself as he sucked on his teeth. 

“Pleasure. This is my assistant, Jake Jensen.” You greeted politely and with a tight lipped smile. 

“What’s up?” Jake greeted with a nod as hugged his belongings to his chest. 

You internally groaned as Jake greeted the rig manager the way that he did. 

Thankfully, Lee just chuckled as he turned his attention towards Jake. “What’s the matter son? Don’t got yer sea legs yet?” 

“Afraid not, first time out on an oil rig, let alone the ocean.” Jake admitted, it was evident that Jake had been suffering from some sea sickness. From the lack of color in his face to the sweat dripping from his brow from constantly throwing up. 

“I can tell. Well, let’s stop dilly dallying and get to work. After you!” Lee then stepped to the side to allow you and Jake into the metal cage. 

With a jolt, the cage started to lift and just in time as a wave crashed onto the deck of the Orion. A cold breeze enveloped you as the wind picked up slightly, causing the cage to sway as well. When you got to one of the landings of the platform of the Jupiter, Lee opened the cage door and allowed you and Jake to exit first. As Lee led the two of you through the oil rig, you could feel everyone’s eyes on you and Jake as you passed by. You could feel your stomach begin to lurch but you kept holding your head high. As you looked around, to try and familiarize yourself a little bit, you could tell that these men looked a little more on the rough side than most crew that you’ve been around. You only hoped that you could help them as much as possible and get their quality of life back to where it should be while living on an oil rig. 

“I’ve set up a couple of meetings for the two of you tomorrow morning. You’ll meet the rest of the crew and management then.” Lee called back to you. “Tonight, the two of you focus on settling in your new quarters. I hope you don’t mind bunk beds.” 

“Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Bodecker.” You called back to him, having to shout over the noises of the oil rig. 

“Please, it’s Lee.” Lee insisted as he glanced back at you and Jake.

Lee held open a door and it was almost instantly warmer and brighter in this part of the oil rig. You also noticed that there was a lot more life in this part as well. 

“This is the Hub, the life of the Jupiter. Here, you’ll find entertainment rooms, the cafeteria and a few other eateries, laundry, the sleeping quarters and there’s even a gym if you’re into that sort of thing. There are also a few offices and conference rooms located in this part of the oil rig. There is internet but it can be a bit spotty sometimes.” Lee informed as he strutted through the building, pointing out different amenities. 

The three of you reached the third floor and Lee showed you to your new quarters for the next couple of weeks. You peered into the room once Lee had opened it and expected Lee to show another room for Jake. However, when he didn’t, you spoke up. 

“Are we sharing a room?” 

“What? I don’t have a problem with that. I’ll even take the top bunk.” Jake offered as he walked into the room and took a look around. “Pretty spacious here actually.” 

“Good man, Jake. Sorry, miss, but we’re full to the brim here. I actually had to kick out the two who were staying in here just to make room for you lot. They were not happy.” Lee explained, his southern drawl making its presence. 

“Right, well then, thank you Lee, I appreciate your hospitality.” You gave him a small, tight-lipped smile, the last thing you expected was having to share a room with someone. 

Lee simply nodded. “Dinner is whenever you feel like eating, so if you want food, you can come down. Otherwise, your first meeting is tomorrow at  seven in the morning and I’ll have someone come get you.” 

“Sounds good. I think I’m in for the rest of the night, so, I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.” You said, wanting to get some work done tonight and put some finishing touches on a few things. 

Lee didn’t say anything, he simply turned on his heel and walked away. You then stepped into the room and noticed Jake already setting up shop. A small smirk curved up slightly onto your lips as you did the same thing. You couldn’t lie, a part of you was extremely nervous about the next day and yet, you were also looking forward to the next few weeks while aboard the Jupiter.

#an offshore love #an offshore love mini series #new mini series #ari levinson mini series #part one #an offshore love part one #ari levinson x reader #roughneck!ari levinson #roughneck!ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fandom #ari levinson series #ari levinson x female reader #chris evans characters #chris evans fandom #chris evans #ari levinson au

[onepiecebrained]

otptober day 9: reconcile

(3/3)

#last part to my mini series within otptober #hc aroace luffy that doesnt date ppl #koby got that memo and looks up to him non romantically #one piece #kobymeppo #cobymeppo #koby #coby #helmeppo #koby x helmeppo

[everynicorobin]

"Bad timeline" my ass she looks fucking incredible at forty there

#one piece #nico robin #volume: 100 #sbs #in case anyone is not in the know: this is part of a mini sbs series where oda draws the strawhats at 40 and 60 yrs old #the top half being the ''good timeline'' and the bottom the ''bad timeline'' #the ''''''joke'''''' being Haha they look 'attractive' in the good timeline and 'ugly' in the bad timeline isn't that hilarious #and of course the men look more or less their age in both timelines... #...while the women stay Young and Pretty in the good timeline w/out a single gray hair or wrinkle #like how do you draw her at SIXTY looking YOUNGER than she does at THIRTY

[nomoreusername]

Caption Gally (Part 4)

Summary:As Gally and your rivalry continues he does something that changes it.

Pairing:Gally x female reader

"You and Gally, huh?"Minho asked as we stopped for lunch. I merely shrugged as I took a much needed sip of water.

"You're welcome. It's all thanks to me,"He sighed, seeming happy with himself.

"You didn't really do anything. You just didn't know how to keep your mouth shut,"I pointed out.

"So you would have realized that you're hopelessly in love with him if I hadn't gotten involved?"He questioned.

"I am not in love with him. Give me a chance to breathe before you bring up that,"I instructed.

"No. I planned for too long for you guys not just say the obvious."

"Planned? What do you mean planned?"I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. He got an 'I just shucked up' look on his face. "What do you mean planned?"I repeated.

"Oh look at that.We should get back to running,"He suggested.

"No. We still have five minutes so tell me,"I repeated. He kept his eyes on me as he cautiously stood up.

"Okay. So I'm the one who convinced Gally to admit he likes you, and I knew you'd talk about him so I just took the opportunity,"He explained, still looking ready to sprint.

"Is it too late to lie?"He asked.

"I'm giving you a five second head start,"I offered.

"Before what?"He asked. All I did was hold down my first finger which was enough for him to start running.

He's an idiot sometimes. He really thinks I hate the fact that I got a chance with Gally? If anything it's the exact opposite, but we're not going to talk about that right now. We're just going to be glad that it happened. Even if Minho did plan it out like an obsessive fangirl.

♡ - - - ♡

As I returned from my run sweaty and out of breath I was surprised to see Gally waiting by the walls. I gave him a halfhearted grin as I wiped my forehead as best I could.

"Looking for someone Captain?"I asked him.

"Just an irritating Runner. Always sarcastic and knows how get on my nerves. Do you know her?"He played along.

"No, but she sounds familiar. If you throw funny in that list I might,"I shrugged.

"I'd rather not. She has a big ego,"He explained. "To be real I was waiting for you to come back because I missed you,"He confessed.

"I missed you too, dumb shank."

"Y/N! We need to get mapping!"Minho called.

"There's my cue. I'll see you at dinner if you save me a seat,"I promised.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

Yeah. It really did.

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🍂 pairing: yoongi x reader (platonic) 🍂 rating: pg 🍂 au: "over the garden wall"-esque 🍂 genre: autumn?? a lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff 🍂 this part: you wake up on a bench in a forest, with no memory before then of recollection of how you got there. the person greeting you gives you three options: going into the Great Unknown (never to be seen again), wandering the woods (until you become an Edelwood tree), or spending a month in Devil Town. 🍂 tw: none for this part 🍂 wc: ~3.5k 🍂 track: Devil Town ~ Cavetown: "Life's alright in Devil Town, yeah, right, no one's gonna catch us now." (subtrack, Come Little Children ~ Adriana Figueroa, FamilyJules) 🍂 devil town masterlist 🍂 main masterlist 🍂 an: ahhh i can't believe it's finally here!! super special thanks and shout-out to @theharrowing for being the catalyst, inspo, and beta for this little project. i really hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

"Led thru the mist, by the milk-light of moon..."

A warm forest canopy greeted you when you opened your eyes, the vibrant reds and oranges of the leaves dense enough you couldn't see the sky. The surface beneath you was hard and cold, with uncomfortable ridges digging into your back. The air was a little chilly, a little misty. You looked around, trying to get your bearings.

The tree trunks were thicker than you'd ever seen before, the bark on them nearly black, with strange holes and creases that almost looked like faces. Slowly, you sat up, carefully moving your limbs to stretch them out. You were lying on a bench, you discovered, in a small clearing next to a well-worn path.

Why did you wake up on a bench?

How did you get here?

"Hey." The voice was quiet and calm, but it still startled you. You thought you were alone out here. "How are you feeling?" You turned towards the sound and watched as a person came into view, almost like he was materializing from the mist between the trees itself.

"Who are you?" You asked as you moved backwards on the bench, hoping to keep some kind of distance between him and yourself. If you had a better idea of where you were, you would've run.

"I am the Guide," he answered, coming further out of the shadows. His hair was light and windswept, his face soft, his cat-like eyes deep and sharp. He kept his hands in the pockets of his coat. You weren't sure if that was comforting or not.

He also didn't really answer your question. "What does that mean?"

"It's pretty straight forward," he responded, "I guide. And I know you have plenty of questions, so just get them out now."

For right now, at least, he didn't seem to be a danger to you. If he was, he would've done something by now. Or maybe he was luring you into a false sense of security, getting you to drop your guard, and then he would strike. Still, he was offering answers of some kind, and you were in desperate need of those, however you could get them.

"Where am I?" You asked as you looked around again, hoping for greater understanding of the woods you had awoken in.

"You are in the Unknown."

Your gaze shot back to him, the Guide. "What does that mean??" You snapped more than asked, because while that was technically an answer, it still didn't tell you anything.

The Guide only shrugged, "If anyone knew, it wouldn't be called 'the Unknown', now would it?"

You could only blink at him, at his non-answers that he probably believed to be helpful. It took you a moment to regather your thoughts and move on to the next most pressing question. "Okay, so, what am I doing here?"

He didn't respond immediately this time. Instead, he opened and closed his mouth, the look on his face growing increasingly more frustrated. You glanced down, a movement in his coat pockets capturing your attention. It looked like his hands were shaking, or maybe he was clenching and unclenching his fists.

"I can't tell you that," he finally said, his voice less soft and comforting, carrying a bit of that frustration in its tone.

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you that either," he huffed. You opened your mouth again, but he continued, "And before you ask why again, know that I want to. I always want to. But I can't get the words out of my mouth. I'm not allowed to."

You felt just as frustrated as he looked. "So what can you do?"

That question seemed to relax him again, his body returning to its odd stillness as he continued to stand there. "I can tell you about the options you have now that you're here."

"Options?" You repeated. "Like what?"

The Guide finally pulled one of his hands out of his pockets, holding a single finger up. "Well, option one: you can walk off in that general direction," he gestured to your right, "towards the light, and enter into the Great Unknown." You turned to look where he indicated.

The path that the bench was next to led either left or right, and the way right was significantly brighter than its opposite. Despite the friendly glow, you felt unnerved.

"But don't people always say 'don't go into the light'?" Because going into the light often meant death.

"And you could listen to them," he said. "Those who choose to go into the Great Unknown are never seen or heard from again. But ultimately, that choice is up to you."

So that way was definitely death.

You looked back at him, hoping for something better. "And option two?"

"Option two is wandering around the woods here," the guide looked around at the trees, "until you eventually and inevitably turn into an Edelwood tree, whose wood—according to legend—is then harvested and turned into oil to be used in some ancient lantern that harbors the soul of the Beast that also wanders the wood."

Now you looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm sorry, what??" He didn't miss a beat or bat an eye, his voice stayed the same even, monotonous tone, he said all of that like it was just another day here, wherever you really were.

"According to legend," he repeated, then shrugging, added, "again, no one really knows. Supposedly, a couple of kids arrived in the Unknown a while back, and they defeated the Beast before taking their leave." He looked away from you again, turning his gaze to the closest tree and slowly looking up. "But if the Beast were truly gone, then why are people still turning into Edelwood trees?"

You paid closer attention to the trees surrounding you now, with their nearly black bark and face-like holes and creases, and felt hundreds of empty eyes fall on you in return. How many people had wandered through the woods here for the forest to become this dense? How many ghosts of screams could you hear echoing on the breeze?

How long would it take the same fate to befall you?

"Is there a third option?" You asked, much more subdued than your recent questions. Part of you wondered if the trees could hear you as well.

"Of course," the Guide answered, and you felt your shoulders relax just a bit at that. "Your third and last option is to spend a month in Devil Town."

You had to close your eyes and take a moment to breathe, to tell yourself to remain calm. "Devil Town."

"Yes. It's not an actual town of devils, that's just its name."

"And no one knows why?" You guessed, opening your eyes to glare at him again.

He merely shrugged, "If we did, it wouldn't be in the Unknown."

You forced yourself to breathe slower, counting to ten in your mind. Yes, the Guide had answered every question you asked, but every answer was a non-answer. They didn't satisfy any of the curiosity you possessed, they simply led to more questions and even more non-answers.

"So my options are, one: definitely death; two: becoming a tree; or three: going to someplace called Devil Town?"

"For a month."

"Huh?"

"If you choose to go to Devil Town, you can only stay for a month," he explained.

"What happens after a month?"

"You get kicked out and you have to make an official choice. Either the Great Unknown, or the woods."

"So if death and tree are my only options in the end, then why bother with Devil Town at all?"

"Well," he started, but then paused. He looked frustrated again, like there were things he wanted to say but wasn't allowed to. Finally, he sighed. "They're your only options in the end right now. Depending on how things go in Devil Town, when your month is up you could have some other, more rare options opened up to you."

That was the first bit of good news you had heard since you woke up. "Like what?"

"Like..." he paused again, still struggling against whatever force was trying to keep him silent. When he spoke again, this time he sounded strained. "Like staying in Devil Town permanently, or, even more unlikely, going home."

You almost stood up in excitement. "If I spend a month in Devil Town, I can go home?"

"Maybe. Again, it depends. There's a lot of things that factor into that becoming an option, and very few have ever achieved it."

"But there's a chance," you insisted.

"Yes," he conceded, starting to relax again.

Part of you wanted to jump up and start heading to the ill-named town, whatever direction it was in, but the other part of yourself held back. "Is that chance worth it?" You dared to ask.

"That's up to you," he responded, yet another non-answer.

You rolled your eyes, wondering when this cycle of questions and non-answers was going to end. "Well, you're the guide! Guide me!"

The Guide shook his head, "I can only guide you towards the Great Unknown or to Devil Town, but you have to choose first."

Something about that made you curious. "Did you choose Devil Town?"

"I did," he nodded, "and then I chose to stay."

"What's it like there?" If this was your best option, you at least wanted to know as much about it as you could before you officially chose it.

He shrugged, "Life's alright in Devil Town. There's not really much to do there, but plenty of people to talk to."

"When does the month start?"

"Once you set foot in the town limits. After that, you have to stay within those limits, or things start getting… messy."

"Messy how?"

"I can't talk about it," he almost snapped, probably getting annoyed at your ability to ask questions he can't answer the way he wanted to. You wanted to ask about that, but figured he wouldn't be able to tell you about that either. "Now, is Devil Town your choice?"

You took one last look to your right, towards where the Great Unknown lied, and then looked up at the trees around you. Death and tree would not give you a chance to get home. You took a deep breath, relishing the cool air, and stood up. "Yes. I'll go to Devil Town."

The Guide nodded, then turned towards your left and started down the path. "Follow me."

You walked behind him in silence. He didn't seem to be much for conversation now that you had made your choice. You looked around as you walked, trying to take in and appreciate your new surroundings, but the trees all looked like they were watching you and you couldn't hear any animals hiding up in the branches. The only sounds you could make out were your combined footsteps on the dirt and the wind rustling through the leaves.

You weren't sure how long had passed before you finally cracked and broke the silence yourself. "Do you have a name?"

"I am the Guide," he responded, rather curtly in comparison to your earlier questions.

"That's a title," you shot back. "Do you have a name? Something people call you when they're talking about you or they're trying to get your attention?"

He didn't answer you right away, and you thought he wasn't going to, that you would go back to walking in silence. After a bit more walking, however, he sighed and said, "I did once. Now I am the Guide, and that's how people refer to me."

"Just, the Guide? There's nothing else?"

"Yes." He stopped walking to turn and look at you, and you nearly ran into him. "Whoever we came to Devil Town as, that's not who we are anymore, so we don't have these 'names'." The Guide turned around again and continued on his way. "You'll understand more after some time there."

You didn't move for a moment, lost in thought wondering what he meant. How did someone just not have a name anymore? And why did he sound a little sad when he said it?

You shook yourself from your ponderings and ran a bit to catch up with him. The last thing you wanted was to get left behind, in fear that you'd end up lost and then turn into a tree anyway. You didn't ask him any more questions, instead letting him guide you in peace.

Soon, you could see a break in the trees ahead of you, and through the mist you could make out the silhouettes of buildings. You started to feel anticipation crawl up your spine as you grew closer, and you wondered at what point you crossed the town limits. Had your month started already?

You could practically feel the mist on your skin as you came out of the tree line, moist and sticky and cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself and walked a bit closer to the Guide, not wanting to lose him. In front of you, Devil Town came fully into view.

The streets were made of cobblestone, with not a sidewalk or stoplight in sight. People loitered around the sides of buildings made of brick, or by lampposts that flickered as if their light was from a candle instead of a lightbulb. Everyone was dressed similarly, in coats that looked fuzzy and warm, with plaid scarves wrapped tightly around their necks. Many of the adults wore formal hats, while children had beanies or earmuffs.

It was like you stumbled into a ghost town that someone had decided to bring back to life, albeit unsuccessfully, and the remnants had yet to fade away again.

As the Guide led you further into Devil Town, an important question came to mind. "Where will I stay?" There were so many small buildings and even smaller shops, but you had yet to see anything that resembled a house or apartment complex.

"With the Fool," he answered, though it didn't give you any more confidence. "He has a book shop with a spare room. That's where most people like you stay until the month is up."

"How do I unlock the option to go home?" You whispered this question, not wanting anyone to overhear you. Home must be a touchy subject for those who were still here. "Is there something specific I need to do?"

The Guide only sighed in frustration, a sound you were starting to get used to. "I can't tell you that." It didn't deter you this time, you simply changed your question.

"What can you tell me?"

He took his time answering you again, this time waiting until the two of you were standing in front of a wooden door. With one hand on the doorknob, the Guide turned to look at you. The intensity of his gaze—locked dead onto yours—forced you back a step.

When he spoke, that intensity was carried through his voice, quiet but pointed. "Devil Town is tricky, and those who are here are trickier. Whatever it is you are running from, it won't catch you here. It can't. But that doesn't mean you're safe. Don't trust anyone, not even me, and especially not yourself."

He didn't give you a moment to recover, to process his words, before turning the knob and pushing inside the building, leaving you to follow after hesitantly.

"Ah, the Guide!" A new, deeper, cheerier voice said. "What brings you here? Another lost soul to harbor?"

You didn't like the term lost soul.

You looked around as they spoke, at the shelves and shelves of books. Or, book. Maybe you were tired or maybe you had become too confused, but it looked like every book was an exact copy of the one next to it: same height, same thickness, same color, same title.

What kind of bookshop only sold one book?

"Yes," came the response from the only person you had met so far. "Is your spare room empty?"

"Of course!" You finally looked at the new person, the Fool, the Guide had said. He was much taller, and was actually smiling at you, with deep dimples in his cheeks. He seemed much kinder than the Guide had when you first met him, but his words outside the shop still reverberated around in your head. "It's right this way," he gestured behind him, "please follow me, miss…?" He trailed off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

That was when you realized, the Guide had never asked for your name. He never wondered who you were, beyond "another lost soul" to guide through the Unknown.

Don't trust anyone, not even me, especially not yourself.

What scared you the most, however, was that you couldn't answer his question.

"I don't remember," you told them, your voice small and shaky in a way it hadn't been since you woke up on that bench. You were confused, you were concerned, but you hadn't necessarily been scared. "I don't remember my name." You looked back and forth between them, hoping for some kind of help, though you weren't sure what either could offer you.

The Guide merely blinked at your words, probably having heard them before, countless times from countless others he's had to do this with since he chose to stay here. The Fool continued smiling at you, also not concerned but seeming to offer you more comfort.

"That's alright," the Fool shrugged, "you can pick out who you are later. I'll help you, if you like." You wanted his offer to be kind and generous, but it only reminded you of the conversation you had with the Guide on the way here and it only added to the fear that now had a solid grip around your throat.

Still, you walked towards the Fool, wanting to lay down and rest and get a proper moment to think and process everything that had happened. You did try to keep your distance from the bookshelves, still put off by the repeating book.

"Take care of her," the Guide said, taking his own steps towards the door.

"You know I will."

"I know you will try," the Guide sighed, "we'll see what happens. And for you."

You looked back at him, "Yes?"

"Your time has started. Be careful with what you do with it." The Guide turned away, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn it, though, instead his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was grasping it. "And whatever you do, stay away from the Loner."

The Guide sounded strained again, like he was specifically trying to get those words out, like it was something he wasn't supposed to be telling you but managed to anyway.. With that final warning, he pulled the door open and exited the bookshop, leaving you alone with the Fool.

"Don't mind him so much," the Fool tried again to comfort you as he led you down a small hallway and up a short staircase. "He tries to act all intense but he's practically harmless." You didn't respond, still worried about too many things, still trying to process everything that was happening.

He stopped outside a simple wooden door and gently pushed it open for you. "Here is your room," he said, "get yourself situated, rest if you like. I'll be downstairs."

You stepped into the space, cozy but still void of any life. A single bed, a chair in a corner, a wardrobe in the opposite one. The window was thin and didn't have much of a view, but it didn't let the cold in.

"Thank you, um..." you trailed off, still unused to the strange naming system. You felt especially uncomfortable calling him the Fool.

"The Fool," he said for you, still smiling. A strange and silly part of you wanted to poke his dimples, just to see if they were real. "And you're welcome. Don't worry too much about forgetting your name. Like I said, we can pick one out for you."

With that, the Fool left you alone, closing the door but not all the way, giving you space but letting you know if you needed something you could go to him.

You went over to the wardrobe, gently tugging on the vintage-looking knobs, worried they would pop out if you pulled too hard. The doors creaked open, showing you clothes similar in fashion to what the people in town were wearing, all dark tones with simple patterns, somewhere between vintage pioneer and modern school uniforms. You shrugged off your current coat, the long, dark brown one you didn't remember how you had gotten, and hung it up on an empty hanger.

Then you tenderly sat on the bed, testing out the mattress before putting your full weight on it. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than the bench you woke up on.

Why did you wake up on a bench?

How did you get here?

What had you gotten yourself into?

🍂 thanks for reading!! 🍂 tagging: @secfir

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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..

Summary: the one where they run but they don’t run far enough to not be found. - this is part three in the 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶 series. Word count: 4.8k Warnings: Dimitri and Alexei trying to play masterminds & Gracie’s parents being awful per usual and doing the unthinkable. Upset Charles in this one I’m sorry guys💔 Note: part 4 will be just as eventful can you guess what will happen next?

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It was quiet in the library as reality crashed down onto both men after reading what they just read from the article.

Leave it to the media to never leave anyone alone.

They didn’t know what to do, on one hand they had a duty to serve under the crown but on the other, they had taken an oath to look after Gracelinde like she was their own and that meant letting her explore things like any young girl should be able to do, Royal or not.

“We’ve got to do something about this.” Dimitri said grimly. This could blow up in all of their faces and the only one who’d be hurt the most would be Gracie.

Alexei just nodded, he knew they had to tread lightly before things got out of hand. “I know, I just hope we can get a hold on it before it hits the fan.”

Dimitri was certain they could but they’d never get the chance to.

Because the two were summoned to Albert’s office.

“What is the meaning of this?” Albert asked as he threw the newspaper down on the desk.

Dimitri and Alexei stood with their hands clasped behind their backs as they stared at the cover of the front page, it was the same thing they saw on the article, a picture of Gracie and Charles holding hands as they walked down the streets of the city, the fact the dark haired man never saw any paparazzi is what unnerved him the most.

“Well?” The prince of Monaco asked expectedly.

Alexei looked at Dimitri shaking his head slightly, he knew what he was about to do and it wasn’t going to end well. But Dimitri had promised himself he would always stick up for his little girl.

So he took a step forward.

“Sir, with all due respect, it was just a simple outing. The Stroll boy introduced the two at the race and figured they would be good friends since they both live and grew up here in Monaco. So I took her to meet him for lunch at La Pampa. I wasn’t going to let them go off on their own, you know that. I stayed close by no more than ten feet away and let them enjoy a simple lunch. He was nothing but respectful the entire time, even walking her back to the square after they wanted to take a walk to talk more-”

“Do I look like I care about how respectful the boy was, Tvardovsky? Just make sure she doesn’t see the boy again, the Stroll boy and Schumacher are one thing because of the families they come from. This boy on the other hand has no business around Gracelinde.” Albert said, just about tired of the conversation.

“Sir, you've invited him to the palace in the past, in 2019 he was here you’ve met him-” Alexei tried speaking up but was silenced by the Prince raising his hand which caused him to shrink back and stay quiet.

“It won't happen again. Am I clear?” He asked with a glare.

“Crystal.” Dimitri gritted out as Alexei just nodded before they both were dismissed from his office.

As the door clicked shut behind the both of them Dimitri took off down the hall causing Alexei to stumble as he tried catching up to him.

“She’s seeing him again.” The brunette man said with an unreadable look, almost of determination.

“What! No! Are you crazy!?” Alexei whispered loudly to his boyfriend and colleague, he had to have lost his damn mind to think they were going to just disobey royal orders like that. “Albert gave us specific instructions for her to not see him again Dimitri. We could get fired!” He tried to reason with the taller man.

Dimitri came to a sudden stop turning to look at the glasses wearing man as he pointed a finger at him. “If we get fired, so be it. But I’m not going to sit back and watch the both of them try to control her now that they see she’s found someone worth living for. So either you’re with me on this, or I’m doing it alone.”

Alexei just looked at him silently, before nodding. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” He reassured him that he was all in as well. He just knew it would end up biting them in the ass later if they weren’t careful about this. They couldn’t tell Gracie about this, about her father forbidding her from seeing the boy, not when they were fixing to come up with a plan to make sure things stayed under wraps.

It didn’t take them long to come up with a plan.

Dimitri had set out; it didn't take him long to figure out where Charles lived, especially working under the royal family; all he had to do was make a phone call and he had the boy's address.

Once he made it to the Ferrari drivers apartment he stepped into the lobby easily making his way upstairs to the boys floor and front door. He took a breath before knocking, if he wasn’t home he was going to slip a note under the door. But thankfully he didn’t have to because the bright eyed boy opened the door with a look of confusion before he registered who it was standing in front of him.

“Dimitri, nice to see you.” Charles nodded with a small nervous smile wondering what the older man was doing on his doorstep at 8am.

“Charles, nice to see you again as well. I realized that when you brought Gracie back to the palace that you had no way of contacting her again and she you. So I took it upon myself to come see you as a messenger of sorts.” The older man said with a nod, “May I come in?”

“Yes, yes of course please come in.” Charles said quickly as he stepped out of the way letting the brunette man into his apartment before gently shutting the door behind him.

“I’ve come by to let you know that Gracie does want to see you again, before you have to head out for your race in Azerbaijan. But I’m afraid we’ve run into a few issues.” Dimitri said as he stood in the boys living room. “It seems as though the media has caught wind of you two’s outing, and it’s gotten back to Albert who is less than pleased on the matter seeing as he and Nikolai’s parents have been trying to get the two to marry for the last few years now.”

Charles just stood there as he listened to Dimitri talk. Was he going to say that he couldn’t see the blonde girl anymore? He knew about the arranged marriage the two had, Gracie had told him how she was against it as was the dark haired boy who had a girlfriend himself.

“Now now, don’t fret. Alexei and I take pride in making sure Gracie is happy, and you have brought her more happiness in the one day you’ve spent together than in the whole seventeen years I’ve known her. So I'm not saying you have to stop seeing her. I'm saying if you’re going to then it needs to be well thought out and planned to a T to where we can throw the media off your guys trail they cannot know you two are seeing each other. Understand?”

“Yes, yes I understand, perfectly.” Charles nodded quickly, relaxing a little bit at hearing that he didn’t have to stop seeing Gracie but that they’d just have to do it in secret. He didn’t really know how well that was going to work but he was willing to give it a try nonetheless because he really liked Gracie.

So the two got to planning, he needed to leave by late Wednesday night to make it to Azerbaijan for media and things on Thursday. So they would go out together Wednesday morning and be back by Ten while Dimitri and Alexei would make a diversion with the media.

And so the plan began.

Charles had taken Dimitri's advice and taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, both of them figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was very small and everyone practically knew everyone it was almost a foolproof plan.

The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t, seeing as his best friend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.

Unlike Charles and Gracelinde, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city. Even though the couple was dressed in minimal disguises just to be safe.

They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often due to their careers and being a royal. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.

“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the palace that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today. It was really fun.” Gracie smiled as she and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a walk back to Charles' car so they chatted idly.

“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to officially meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles' face got at him, admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.

Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan and had let it slip their mind that they were in fact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.

It was a bad sign.

As they got closer to Charles' car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to at least remember the fun they had today.

But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.

What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino effect that singular post would cause.

After Charles had helped Gracie get into the car he gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to the drivers side, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.

“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his best friend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and her lady in waiting Annaslise.

Especially her parents.

A rule he had already harmlessly broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his best friend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known Gracie for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.

“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.

But unfortunately the damage had already been done.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.

Albert had people watching social media after realizing that Alexei and Dimitri were acting off, he had an inkling that Gracelinde was still seeing the Ferrari driver after he had told the two bodyguards that he didn’t want it happening again.

He should’ve known those two would eventually become a problem.

So when one of his men had informed him that a picture had been circulating on twitter of Gracie with Charles and his childhood friend it only solidified that they had defied his orders.

Charlene had been sent to the girls room, angry that she had gone against her fathers orders and seen the boy again when they had been planning the marriage between her and Nikolai for the last five years.

“We forbid you from seeing the boy and what do you do! You continue to see him Gracelinde! You’ve completely ignored not only Royal orders, but our orders!” Charlene shouted as she placed the suitcases on the younger girl's bed. “We had a plan for you, that would unite not only Monaco but Denmark and you’ve all but nearly ruined it now!”

Gracie had no idea what her mother had been talking about, nobody had told her that she couldn’t see Charles anymore. “I- I don’t understand nobody told me I couldn’t see him anymore??” She said softly, afraid of being shouted at again.

“Dimitri and Alexei knew you weren’t supposed to see him. It was an order they disobeyed.” Charlene bit out, as she finished packing the girls clothes and zipped up the suitcases. “You’ll be on the first train we can find later tonight. No more Alexei or Dimitri, they’ve crossed a line and will be dealt with accordingly. You are not to leave this room until then, understood?”

Gracie just looked at the woman who had brought her into the world who she used to look up to but the more she looked at the older woman standing in front of her she saw no signs of anything motherly in her at all. If anything Annalise was more of a mother to her than Charlene ever was, she wondered if the blonde woman ever even wanted her to begin with.

Sure she knew of her fathers affairs and the other children he had but they would never be allowed to take over the throne as heirs like she would be required to. The family had been in power for eight hundred years and they sure as hell wouldn’t let her ruin that whether she meant to or not.

All she could do was nod as tears streamed down her face. Charlene just looked at the girl for a second before shaking her head in disappointment with a loud sigh and walked out of the room slamming the door shut behind her making Gracie flinch as she let out the sobs she had been holding in not wanting to cry in front of the older woman in fear of pissing her off more.

She had been taught at a young age to never be out of line and crying was definitely out of line.

The only thing the blue eyed girl wanted was someone to love and care about her. Instead of trying to be forced into a marriage she didn’t want.

It wasn’t fair.

The blonde princess had been sitting on her window seat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out the window, tears running down her cheeks as reality set in for her, they were going to send her away.

Annalise walked into the girls room and frowned seeing how sad she looked. “Oh Gracie girl” she said softly as she walked over to the young girl pulling her into a hug. The older woman hated seeing her upset. “It’s going to be alright cheri.” She said gently, running a hand over her blonde locks.

“They’re sending me away Annie” Gracie sniffled as she tried to hold back her tears. “They’re what?!” The auburn haired woman asked as she pulled back to cup the blonde girl's cheeks as she looked at her. “What do you mean they’re sending you away?” She frowned at the comment.

They couldn’t do that, they wouldn’t, she thought.

But oh they would.

“They found out that I was still seeing Charles, so they’re sending me away. They’re not even letting Mitri and Lexi come with me, Charlene said they’d be dealt with for disobeying orders.” Gracie sniffled as she tried to stop crying. It was just making her more upset the more she thought about it. She didn’t even know where she was going and she wasn’t allowed to know in fear of her escaping or telling someone where she was going.

Annalise thought this all had to be a joke, but seeing the suitcases sitting on the girls bed it all suddenly became a harsh reality. “I will see if they’ll allow me to come with you, it’s the least they could do. They can’t send you away by yourself, it wouldn't be safe.” Despite Gracie being twenty three she had been sheltered all her life so emotionally she was still a teenager, never allowed to experience normal things that all the other girls did outside of royalty. “Okay sweet girl? Now, dry those tears.” She said gently rubbing her thumbs over the girl's flushed cheeks kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once the older woman left the room to go talk to her parents Gracie got up and walked over to her desk, she’d only have a few minutes to do what she needed to do. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen she began writing as her tears fell on the letter quickly writing out what she could. She needed to let Charles know what was happening, that she wouldn’t ever forget the happiness that he brought her for the short time they’d known each other.

The blonde girl slipped the letter into the book Dimitri had let her borrow to read knowing he would find it and somehow make sure it got to the fellow Monegasque boy or at least she hoped he would.

Annalise tentatively walked into the Princes office after being told to come in.

“What is it Annalise don’t tell me there’s more problems that have come about I’ve about had it with that today.” Albert bit out as he looked up from his desk.

“No sir, I wanted to ask something of the two of you, if I may.” The French woman asked softly.

Albert glanced at Charlene and then motioned for her to go ahead.

“Gracelinde has told me of what is to come, and I would like to point out that wherever you plan on sending her to by herself isn’t safe. She’s hardly ever been outside the palace walls without people she has grown up around, she’d stick out like a sore thumb. But if you allow me to accompany her I’d watch her, and follow whatever instructions you give me to follow. I’ve never once stepped out of line and have proven my trust and loyalty to the both of you during all the years that I’ve looked after her and would like to continue to do so if you’ll allow that of me.” Annalise spoke calmly, but firmly.

She would not allow them to just send the girl away on her own, that would be like releasing something you’ve raised on your own into the wild expecting them to know how to fend for themselves. “She’s more likely to run off or escape if she’s not watched, but if she has someone she trusts around her she’s more likely to comply with the orders you give.”

Albert and Charlene thought it over for a few minutes; they knew the older woman wasn’t a threat like Dimitri and Alexei were. So they figured she wouldn’t tell a soul unlike the other two. Her willingness to follow orders had never been in question and she always followed whatever orders they had given her in regards to the girl.

So they allowed her to go along with Gracelinde.

The two boarded the train in Nice to London later that night. Albert and Charlene had given the auburn haired woman strict instructions.

Nobody was to know Gracie’s real name, the ballet school was already expecting enrollment under a false name, after a rather generous anonymous donation was made. The second they got to London she was to take Gracie to get her hair dyed auburn so nobody would suspect she was the Monegasque princess. If anyone asked she was the auburn haired woman's daughter.

Gracie felt like she was being made to live a double life like the Hannah Montana show Annalise let her watch as a kid, but only she couldn’t take a wig off, her parents had really ruined her life and stripped away any sense of normalcy she had grown to know over the past few years.

Charles on the other hand had a full two weeks, bouncing from Azerbaijan to Canada he didn’t hear from Gracie in that time, which wasn’t unlike her, he knew she had duties of her own to do so he thought nothing of it.

But when he got back to Monaco on the twentieth of June things felt

off.

The lively rich city for once felt barren and cold as the rain poured from the sky like angels crying. He remembered how Gracie had wanted to see him when he got back, at Le Petit Bar. It has quickly become their little spot. They both agreed to meet each other there at 6pm the day he got back.

But as he got there and the waiter led him to a table, he waited, and waited. He started looking around confused, Gracie was late, sure, he knew time could get away from her but she was never this late. It was nearing 7:30 now. He pulled out his phone to call Dimitri since the girl wasn’t permitted to have a phone but paused when two figures sat down across from him.

It was Alexei and Dimitri.

He didn’t see Gracie with them which was odd, she never went anywhere without at least one of them.

“She’s not coming, Kid.” Alexei said softly as he watched the younger boy look around confused, he hated that they had to break the news to him like this. It was breaking the glasses wearing man’s heart knowing how much Charles really cared about Gracie.

“What do you mean? Is she busy?” Charles asked, because he didn’t quite understand what was going on. Usually Dimitri would give him a heads up if something had come up and the blonde girl couldn’t make it. But something didn’t feel right with this. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

Dimitri sighed, rubbing his face, how was he supposed to tell the bright eyed boy that in the span of the two weeks he was busy bouncing across the world racing his heart out that her parents had up and sent her away like she was nothing but a burden to them all because they didn’t want her seeing him, didn’t want to let their daughter be happy for once, to actually be able to live her life with someone who would’ve cherished her more than they had.

“No son, she’s not here. They’ve sent her away, they somehow found out about you two’s trip to Milan. I don’t know how because we made sure it stayed airtight and nobody knew about it, somehow it got out and got back to Albert. He and Charlene had a meltdown and sent her away, we don’t know where they refused to tell us and wouldn’t let us go with her.” The brunette man said gravely still upset by the events that had happened over the past two weeks.

Charles felt his heart stop. He swore you could hear a hair pin drop in the restaurant, as they sat there.

No.

Pierre’s Instagram story.

The French boy never took the time to think before he posted anything and he just knew that's how people had found out and it got back to her parents despite him quickly deleting it.

People were always watching and someone snitched.

But hearing they had sent her away? They had just up and sent her away instead of letting her be happy?

What parents would ever do that.

He looked at the two with wide eyes, fearing that if he looked anywhere else he’d cry. His heart was breaking.

“We tried, we really did, kid. Trust me, we didn’t want her going as much as you didn’t. They only allowed Annalise to go with her, they didn’t see her as a threat unlike us, we disobeyed orders by letting her continue to see you.” Dimitri sighed. “We’re doing all we can to find her, we know they sent her out of the country but we can’t narrow it down to where, we know she’s in ballet so we’re trying to look at all the ballet schools across the globe to see if they had sent her to one of those or an all girls boarding school.”

Charles felt like everyone he loved was being ripped away from him, Jules, His dad, Anthione, and now his Gracie.

“You have a race coming up, Silverstone right?” Alexei asked tentatively, looking over at Charles who nodded gently, still trying to wrap his head around everything they had just told him. “The stroll boy, his father Lawrence? He could help. We’re under a gag order, if we talk or go looking for her they’d consider it treason against the country. But you and Lance can talk to him. He is the only hope of finding out where they sent Gracie. Nobody would ask questions if he went snooping around wanting to invest in a school under the guise of seeing if they have Gracie there.”

Dimitri nodded as he listened to Alexei speak, they had thought this through about a hundred times over. It was the only viable solution that they could come up with seeing as they couldn’t go looking for her themselves since Albert had people watching them. The two of them coming to talk to Charles was risky enough but they knew they at least had to let the poor boy know what had gone on in the span of the two weeks he had been gone.

“I’ll talk to him, Lance, he’ll want to help. He cares about Gracie a lot. I wouldn’t have met her had it not been for him.” Charles nodded, determined. He knew Lance would want to help, and would convince his father to help too. Lawrence didn’t like many people outside his family but he knew he had a soft spot for Gracie and would do anything for the bubbly blonde.

“Here kid, she left this, wanted me to get it to you.” Dimitri said, pulling the letter he had found in the book he let Gracie borrow a few weeks ago, out of his jacket pocket sliding it across the table to the boy as he and Alexei stood up. It would be the last time they’d see Charles for a while, hopefully the next time they’d see him their Gracie girl would be back home and safe but only time would tell.

Charles took the letter carefully, the beige envelope had “'il Predestinato” written across it in cursive and he knew he’d probably cry reading whatever was in the letter so he’d wait to read it when he got home. He nodded to the two older men. “Thank you. For coming and letting me know, I never would’ve known if you hadn’t. But I promise, I’ll do anything I can to help get her back.”

This was the one and only shot they had at finding their princess;

The only problem?

It would start a Great War if they succeeded.

#this one made me cry a bit writing it #part 4 is just as wild guys you’re not ready #imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #princess protection program #i know places #charles leclerc mini series #masterlist #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #royal au #f1 series #Royal au series

[suhnshinehaos]

you guys,,, why can’t my brain just like ??? shut up ???

im getting hit with more brainrot aaaah

#bec tell me why i just got an idea for mini smaus for the rest of the members of drmvsn from treacherous #and the entire set of stories is going to be themed around seasons #bc of how yknow gyeoul is winter ???? #bec now my brain is like summer for dejun #spring for dery #and fall for mark #hsnsjaka #lets see if i can properly plan this out #if i can i might have to adjust my release schedules for updates #so that it’s one svt and one nct series ongoing at the same time #which means mfkq might have to be pushed back a bit #which could be ok since it’s part if a larger univers that’s both svt and nct #aaaah im just brain dumping here #ill get back to you guys with a proper upcoming works post / announcement when i sort out my brain

[coldercreation]

Let Me Try (Minis)

Chapter 26: LINIZZY - 649 words (T)

#new mini #a tiny drafty continuation to one of the parts of the series :') x

[langernameohnebedeutung]

The thing is, if the Borderlands ever really happens and if it's successful enough to warrant a sequel or even start a franchise (doubtful, with the way franchises and blockbusters are doing at the box office rn) and if they choose to include Nisha at some point and if they choose to be true to her characterisation from the games in any meaningful capacity (biggest fear: casting some white lady a cowboy hat give her a one-line cameo in the tenth movie of the franchise), I do find myself wondering how what would be the most interesting way to do it:

Either: They choose to go in the same order as the games and make Borderlands 2 before Pre-Sequel: (pro: legendary game and legendary characters, people would be hyped enough for it to forgive possible sins of Borderlands 1, contra: not chronological), they would be introducing her as the Sheriff of Lynchwood first. This might be a little difficult for a movie because Lynchwood is not part of the main storyline so they would have to find a way to tie it back into the main Vault-Hunting/Stop-Handsome Jack/Defeat the Warrior lot. I could see them giving Nisha the role of some sort of danger following behind - the main characters just hear occasionally some rumours or see some signs that someone is following them, inquiring about them, having some goons report on them until there is eventually a twist (much like the Wilhelm fight) until she suddenly shows up in a vulnerable moment and almost ruins everything. The other option is that they do find a plot-reason to go to Lynchwood and the events unfold similarly to the way they happened in the game.

Or: They choose to do Pre-Sequel before Borderlands 2 in order to do things in a more logical order

Now, I feel like this provides some really fun options actually because here we get Nisha as a member of the main-gang and she's a pretty multi-faceted character:

they could focus on the seemingly 'chill, laid-back' aspect of her character first, possibly even introducing her as being somewhat relatable to Timothy because she's not a freaking stoic freaking soldier warrior war-machine like Wilhelm or Athena or as extra as Aurelia (I love you, queen) or ...well...Claptrap being Claptrap, so he starts out being somewhat grateful to have someone "normal" around - until she gets going and he finds out that there are Some Very Fundamental Things Wrong About This Woman

they could lean into the hero/lawbringer side and introduce her that way (this would also make sense if they did Borderlands 2 first and the audience knows her as the Sheriff of Lynchwood) and introduce her during the fight against the bandits on the Hyperion rocket in the opening of Borderlands TPS as someone who just really hates bandits and wants order for the universe - except then we begin to find out that she's also wanted for a BUNCH of crimes - which is where were get into the "the bandit who hunts bandits" thing - except as the movie goes on, we realise that she really always was that way and it's not so much a story about her losing herself or losing any ethical perspective but that she's really taking on a form and taking on roles that allow her to exert the violence she craves.

They could start with the "token evil team member" role right away (I mean, Wilhelm and Aurelia are also Wilhelm and Aurelia but Wilhelm is at best neutral evil and the whole point of Aurelia is that she does in the end become disgusted with what Jack is doing, while from Nish's perspective, Jack is (slowly, and arguably never completely) catching up to her level of single-minded viciousness and sadism.

Another thing I can imagine (because they cannot do the audio logs the way they did in the games) that the characters get a really quick O-Ren Ishii-style introduction with their backstories in different styles that fit the theme of their characters (e.g. a western style for Nisha)

#I mean very likely none of this is ever gonna happen and they're just going to make a very weird re-imagining of Borderlands 1 that flops #and no one ever talks about again #but it is fun to think about #borderlands #nisha kadam #fandom #honestly I think the different borderlands games would fair best as a short mini-series each game #possibly each episode focussing on a different character #because basically all these characters have their own story and fandom #and I feel like for a movie they would need to throw a lot of characters and world-building under the bus to make it work #plus I'm a bit worried that whether and how they include Nisha kind of comes to hinge on literally how despicable she is at times. #I don't want them to soften her or erase parts of her :(

[straighttothefics]

The candle crackled between Steve and Eddie. The smoke flew up and twined together with the passing joint gently offered from fingers to fingers.

They were facing the sky, heads titled up to the stars and feet propped onto the rusted drum barrel. Eddie somehow always found these tiny pockets of peace around Hawkins, usually out in the open, with conveniently placed seats, whether they were dusty, halfway rotted picnic tables, fungi-ridden benches, or the hood of an empty car vessel.

Steve shifted on top of the orange rusted and slightly-too-small steel chair and moved his elbow over on their drum barrel table, leaning just a touch closer to Eddie, almost shoulder-to-shoulder. The music playing softly from the radio only allowed Steve to feel more of the... Eddie next to him.

"This song's pretty good." Eddie commented, nodding along to some underground tune on the radio.

"Mmhm." Steve hummed and pulled on the joint, only just tuned back in when he heard Eddie's voice. The haziness of their shared organic cigarette floated Steve's brain. Eyes squared on the stars, Steve passed the joint back to Eddie, whose fingertips brushed his own. Steve looked over and saw Eddie's eyes snapped back up from where they touched.

Then Eddie smiled, tongue out, kept his eyes on Steve's, and took a hit. Steve was afraid to let out his breath, afraid of dissipating this electricity zapping between them under the smoke, afraid of breaking this string of tension, and his whole body was crying for relief.

Just as he granted it to Steve, Eddie also took it away when his eyes returned to the stars, lips quirked up still, Cheshire-like, satisfied. Steve froze for one second more, then he reached over to punch Eddie's arm and sat back into his seat, a smile on his face as well.

"What?" Eddie said and laughed as he rubbed his arm, joint clipped between his pointer and middle finger.

"You gave me a look." Steve said and took the offered joint. He said nothing about the still-damp filter tip that touched his lips and he definitely didn't forget to pull after placing it there.

"What look?"

"You know." Steve gave Eddie the look.

Eddie's lips exploded into a huge smile and Steve thought the giggle that came after was slightly manic, but also cute. Eddie glanced up at him and Steve decided the giggle was definitely cute, and it made him smile back, feeling dopey and floaty and slow.

"You're so fucking high," Eddie laughed and took the joint from Steve, "I need to be where you're at."

The candle crackled and mingled with the music. It smelled like spring and dirt and burnt grass. Somewhere away from them, near the edges of the forest, a symphony of crickets sounded its song, seemingly in tune with the music frequency.

"I know I told you this already, during the whole Vecna thing," Eddie started and exhaled, "but it's hard to sink in that I'm smoking weed with Steve Harrington."

Steve huffed out a laugh, "I suppose... it is a bit shocking. For me, too."

"Dude, we're bonding. That's kinda... wow." Eddie full-on laughed.

"Yeah, it's really wow." Steve returned the sentiment.

Their joint was approaching the makeshift paper filter and they had a little game to finish it off. Eddie took a quick hit and passed it to Steve, who took a smaller pull and passed it back. They took turns taking micro-hits until the cherry burned Steve's fingertips. He put out the joint and was going to stick his fingers into his mouth, but Eddie was quicker and he led Steve's fingers over to his earlobe.

Eddie's earlobe was soft and chilly in a cozy way, like Steve'd want to feel that chill under a warm blanket on a rainy night. He rubbed the smooth plane of skin, surprisingly empty of piercings, considering who Eddie was.

"It's weird seeing you without piercings." Steve told Eddie.

"I've... never had piercings?"

"Yeah, I don't know," Steve furrowed his brows and chewed on his lip, "you'd look good with it."

"Thanks, Harrington." Eddie said and gave him the smile again. Steve pulled his hand away from Eddie's ears and stood up to stretch.

They were lit by moonlight and candle, and outside of their 2 feet radius circle, it was pitch dark, lest for the outline of Steve's car parked nearby.

Steve loved this time of night, embracing the cool air that allowed him to warm his hands in his pockets of his favorite coat, being able to witness something as bright and full and ethereal as the moon could make him fall in love with Hawkins, and lately, these nights meant bonding and smoking with Eddie.

The candle crackled between them and Steve looked up at the stars, feeling their shared gazes twining with each other among the diamond-dotted sky.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #steddie fic #by me #the idea is that i want them to live like regular teenagers #being normal and happy and silly and shit you know #oh and hi hello ive been lurking but i felt l ike writing tonight #might be a mini series cause im already drafting the second part lol #im still getting used to writing steddie so lmk if there's any characterization im not quite hitting? #might have written this while high who knows no one knows

[cherrysodabear]

🩷I need you more than anything in my life🩵

#jojo bizarre adventure #jjba #stone ocean #jojo weather report #jojo bizarre adventure oc #jjba oc #jojo oc #stone ocean oc #part 6 oc #original character #oc #oc x canon #my art #cherrysodabear #this is gonna be apart of a mini series! #a lil piece of art dedicated to all my oc x canon pairings 💕 #originally was gonna just focus on one pairing #but its a new year so i thought meh why not start with everyones first piece right off the bat? #so stay tuned for more! 💕