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artcalledtattoo · 2 months

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I’ve seen Gamer Phalanges

The calloused thumb

Was a Driver 2 game

Clandestine Clancy on PC

My game playing is so cordial and awesome

I have no rough hands no callousness on skin

But some people get on their toes

Corns fungus callous has a need to burned of

Do those people count and do things with their toes other than used for walking

Some persons must count from toes calculate and solve other kind of problems

And all the while

The foot is in sock and shoes

They have but have also detrimentafied their toes

Can Joe

Walk

Well

Trump needs Golden Shoes

I’ve seen Gamer phalanges

Her’s too

I don’t carry those things on my feet

Bamboozled my ankle once

Never carried the

The Jam

What color is foot jam?

Are you doing more with feet than needed?

Simple questions?

I’ve seen Gamer phalanges

Dear Trump

Are ur Dogs

I mean trumpets

Not sounding off as you like

For you and I

Save from the bottom

Can own the very same GoldenRod shoe

You’ll fly

We gotta save for three months

No poor man Version

He was Strict tive with NATO

OTAN the hide was belted by Trump

The blue beret

In Tan

No lesser cost version for Shoe or You!

Zero

Captives

No reprieve

Zelch the lower cost

I’ve seen Gamer phalanges

Gotta pay for shoes

Some people have funked up feet!

What all they do?!

Need golden dumbers in Gold!

Thats why said that guy!

Who said Fred

That old fuct in leathered elbows

Cow bunked cowboy

Yep and a noodle eating

Yea that one and that one also and do forget that one too

Point out that meat eater, red carnivores, pink in pig devouring, poultry eat from bones succulents, roll two stones in mouth to keep you hydrated, hook line and de scale or eat whole boil for crustaceans seems the most for taste, I don’t no, I don’t care for Sea see the food presented, who’s looking at all the different serving suggestions and choices for you me them and everything and all everyone everybody where ever you progression on the Planet of Earth…are we all here. I think some are not

Well, I think most are smart just scared

I believe we can make grand changes

Probably where were

Old ma so old da

Aren’t oh are not

Parent teaching

Takes people for change

For

All

Let’s have a change

Better than some politician election

That has never helped

In all through history

Or never held on too

The above is flicked out thumb bird

Look flying in your view

Thumbbirdfuckyou

Why not Emoticon!?

Thumb Bird Fuck You / image, emoticon

It’s different from fisted middle finger fuck you. Like r n r I love you or r n r on, you don’t know the difference we’ll get tha, outta here

Im talking to old school Gamers

Kids

Not you’s

Youse

Youths

Most be older than 35

Hold the damn onions

Sorry, younger Dad, Ur excused

If I skipped ahead in front of you in line, I apologize, if walked in to look me up and down

We’ll, I hope you both enjoyed ur selves afterwards, together, or should I say not

Look up

My eyes are near Six feet tall

Probably 5’ “8

The female in circumstance was crawling

You made it Dad

Send little feelers

I’ve seen undercover trucker shows

You make your Daughter

You make your Son

Should’ve stayed home and played video games

I’ve seen Gamer phalanges

Hey you Dad

Hey you two

Hey your daughter is a guy

Hey you guys

You treat your daughter like a lady

Well, I see a holding strong in mind young man

We may see differently

How you sitting Ma & Pa

You robbing today youths!

Did you make it this far

Well, I’m impressed

I should be hugging ya

Well, knot nots know it

O Kay

“Smile for the Camera”

I said

I then stated, tomorrow while celebrating President’s Day, Trump Putin Bush Nixon Hussein Laden

They WILL not be included

Don’t drone attack

Don’t arm up attack

Don’t lock me up kill later

Don’t even show up to my party

In today’s age you must add address to the ones you don’t want attending, not welcomed even if welcombed, demented Prunts making waves at

The Party

Old Game just readdressed

Sounds Sexy

Well, it’s not

Humped over and calloused

Do you even know?

Do you count with toes?

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allmacrofurriesallralive · 1 year

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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All Your Fault

Yancy x gender neutral!reader, Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@glitchbitch69 ty for the prompt!

A/N: aight look, im not good with angst. I did my best??? Rated T for cursing and like 1 single mention of blood. It's sad boy hours out here. Mostly Yancy x reader, a bit Illinois x reader if you squint. I bet you could probably say Yancy x Illinois, too. Fluffy at the end.

Word Count: 2.2k

Yancy sits near the lantern, glaring at the adventurer sitting across from him. The adventurer in question was looking at the side of the tent, watching for any shadows.

Zombies are attracted to light after all.

Or is it sound… and moths are attracted to light…

I'm getting off topic. Let's continue.

Yancy clenches his fists when he thinks back to you…

You…

He loved you…

Your skin, your smile, your handsome and/or beautiful face…

And now you were gone. You disappeared.

No… you were taken from him.

And it was all this bastards fault.

Illinois. Yancy hated Illinois. But you made him promise to stay with him. Safety in numbers. It took everything he had not to deck the guy every time he opened his mouth. He was so cocky and arrogant for absolutely no reason! He was so annoying! He hated him… he missed you… he missed you a lot…

Illinois, on the other hand, was fond of Yancy. He found him endearing. And if you liked him, he couldn't be that bad. The kid did kill his parents, but he didn't know the whole story. He couldn't judge. He was happy when Yancy decided to stay with him. He had something to remember you by… he liked Yancy and he loved you. And he missed you.

But he'd never let that show. He'd keep his feelings to himself. He'd act just like he always did. Cocky, flirty, and adventurous. He had to. For Yancy. For you.

He missed you a lot.

Illinois turns back to Yancy, who's glaring daggers into his soul. He smirks at the man.

"C'mon, bud, I know I'm handsome, but there's no need to stare," he teases. Yancy narrows his eyes even more.

"Fuck youse," Yancy growls.

"Language, pal, language," Illinois chuckles. If Yancy glared any harder his eyes would pop out of his sockets. Illinois crossed his legs. "There ain't any out there now. I think it's safe to go to sleep." Yancy, still a bit pissy, nodded and layed down on a jacket. Your jacket. The jacket you lost when you died. He loved the jacket… it smelled like you…

Illinois was a bit jealous that you had given Yancy your jacket, but he understood. Yancy was nicer. You were closer to him. You both let yourselves be vulnerable around each other.

Unlike Illinois, who was too proud and masculine for his own good.

He waited until Yancy was sleeping before lying down himself. You made him promise to keep Yancy safe. He intended on keeping it. Only when he was absolutely sure Yancy was asleep, he laid down. He covered his face with his hat and closed his eyes.

Illinois wakes up and puts his hat back on his head. He yawns and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He could feel how empty his stomach was.

"Alright, bud, I'm gonna go out and-" Illinois looked over, only to find there was no one there. His eyes widened. He left the tent and looked around frantically.

"Yancy? Yancy?!" He called. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! He had promised. He was supposed to keep Yancy safe! What's he gonna do? He looked over and saw a dense forest with sneaker tracks in the dirt. He took a deep breath and headed in.

He ran through the woods, gun in hand, hoping and wishing and praying to find the prisoner. Why the hell did he run here? Did he see a zombie and panic? Did he see a zombie and not warn Illinois? That's rude…

He searches for 15 minutes without finding anything. He tries his best to go in a straight line, but he falls down a hill, not exactly knowing where he came from when he gets to the bottom. He groans and staggers to his feet. He holds his head, but pulls his hand away as he feels blood.

"Ain't that just peachy," he grumbles. He takes bandages he found at a hospital and wraps them around his head. He walks forward, hoping to find a trace of Yancy. He finds something even better. He finds Yancy, sitting on the grass, barely moving. Illinois sighs in relief. "Jesus, man, y'almost gave me a heart attack…" Yancy doesn't move. Illinois frowns and slowly walks towards him. "Kid…?" He reaches out.

"I saw them," Yancy says, barely above a whisper.

"Saw… who?" Illinois asks, hoping he isn't going crazy.

"Y/N… I saw them… they was right there… I went after them but they was gone…"

"Yancy…"

"Don't you fuckin' "Yancy" me, asshole!" Yancy suddenly screams. Illinois steps back, surprised.

"Y/N's gone Yancy," Illinois calmly explains. Yancy clenches his fists so hard he draws blood. His face is fixed in a hateful glare, and tears begin streaming down his face.

"I know they're fuckin gone! I've known that for the past 3 months! I know that they're gone, and I know that it's all because of you!" He screams, sobbing between sentences. "Y/N's gone and it's all your fault!" Illinois frowns, not knowing how to respond to that accusation. It wasn't his fault… was it? You decided to distract them… that was your decision… it wasn't his fault… it wasn't. Illinois inhales deeply.

"I'm going to go look for some food. I expect you to be back at camp by the time I get back." Yancy scoffs and turns away from him. "I'll give you some time to cool down." Illinois turns back towards where he came. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should comfort Yancy. He decided against it.

He'd only make it worse.

Illinois is out for a bit longer than he expected. He had a run in with a really weird military guy… what was his name? Ted? Not like it matters. He's dead. Illinois did manage to find a couple cans of soup, beans, and vegetables in an abandoned camp. He wondered what happened to them…

He decides not to think about it too much.

He makes his way back to camp, hoping Yancy listened to him this one time. He was happily surprised to find Yancy sitting next to a fire, holding two birds. He looks up at Illinois for a moment before looking away. Illinois raises a brow.

"I, uh… I thought I'd surprise you with lunch… but… I don't know how to cook a bird…" he explains awkwardly. Illinois smiles.

"That's alright. It's difficult. Here, we'll cook these and save them for dinner. We should pack up and keep moving." Yancy nods as Illinois begins to show what he's supposed to do.

After they finish cooking the birds and eating two cans of beans, they pack up. They decided it'd be better to keep moving and look for better shelter than to sit around doing nothing. By the time dinner rolled around, they'd found a nice, small, abandoned house. They both agreed it was best to stay there instead of in the tent for another night. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. It was cozy. They liked it. They manage to get the stove to work using a lighter, and they make soup to eat with their bird meat. They sit in silence eating their dinner, both feeling very awkward. Yancy sets his bowl down after he finishes and sighs.

"Uh… hey, Illinois?" He asks. Illinois looks up. "I'm, uh… I'm… sorry about earlier…" Illinois smiles sadly.

"It's fine, kid."

"No, it's not… I had no right to say that to youse, I was feeling sad and I needed someone to blame, so I took it out on youse… I'm sorry," Yancy explains. Illinois blinks at his sudden maturity and smiles.

"Alright, I forgive you," they both sit, smiling at each other, sharing a moment of mutual understanding. Until…

"I would hate to see your cute little face upset," Illinois winks. Yancy squints at him.

"Youse is a douchebag," he grabs his bowl and takes it back to the kitchen.

Both men sleep in the bedrooms, feeling a bit more closure. They knew that it wasn't either of their faults. They could get along better now. They'd be alright.

Yancy wakes up to something small hitting his arm. He brushes it off as a bug, even when he feels it three different times in the exact same place. Then, he feels something much larger hit him in the face.

"OW, what the fuck?!" He yells. He looks down to see a fairly thick book on the floor. He looks out the window, wondering who just threw it. Instead of seeing a human, he sees zombies at the front, trying to break through the door and windows. Yancy yelps and runs across the hall to where Illinois is sleeping. He shakes the adventurer harshly, calling his name to get him up. Illinois groans.

"What? What is it?" He whines. Yancy grabs him up and pulls him to the window, where even more zombies are trying to break in through the back door. Illinois yells out and scrambles to grab his stuff. They gather all their clothes, equipment and food, and run out a window on the side of the house. Illinois vaults out effortlessly. Yancy, on the other hand, does not know how to vault. He knocks a lot of things over and makes a lot of noise as he leaves. The zombies notice this and start to chase after them. Illinois grabs Yancy and starts running. Where to, he had no idea. Just away from there. They run and run and run until the end up in a forest. They run until they get to an open space, catching their breath.

"God…" Yancy pants, "I didn't know zombies were so fast…"

"Me either…" Illinois pants, "but we need to keep going." They try going forward, but are blocked by a wall of zombies. The same thing happens with the other three directions. They stand in the circle of zombies, looking back and forth, trying to find a way out. There was none.

"What do we do? What do we do?!" Yancy panics. Illinois stands, shaking, not knowing. He can't save him. He can't protect Yancy. He failed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N… I'm so sorry…" he whispers. Yancy hears it and covers his face with his hands. They both sit, holding and hugging each other, waiting for what's to come.

Suddenly, they hear quick footsteps and the zombies all stop. Keeping their eyes closed, they hear a series of grunts and moans and groans. Then they hear the zombies leave.

Wait… the zombies are leaving?

They open their eyes to see all the zombies just… gone. Except for one. Right in front of them. Illinois stands up, pulling Yancy with him. He hides the man behind his back and brandishes his gun, ready to shoot. But the zombie steps back, holding its hands up. Since when do zombies surrender? He sees something shine in his eye and looks to see what it is. He sees a necklace.

A golden necklace.

A necklace he gave to you on your second adventure together…

Wait…

He looks up at the zombie's face. Your face was a bit gray, but it was you.

It was you!

"Y/N?" He asks in disbelief. You look up at him and smile, nodding happily. Illinois drops his gun and runs over, hugging you. Yancy stands for a moment not knowing what to do.

"No… no way…" he starts. Illinois turns, expecting him to be angry or confused. He's just the opposite. He's smiling from ear to ear. "NO FUCKING WAY!" He yells and runs into your arms. He starts to sob.

"But… but you…" Illinois starts. You shrug and show him your bite. Yancy pulls away.

"But how are youse… y'know… thinkin'?" He asks. You think for a moment, knitting your eyebrows together, before shrugging. Yancy laughs. "Of course ya don't know, ya dumbass," you gently punch his shoulder.

"How'd you find us?" Illinois asks. You scratch the back of your neck. You try to talk, but no words form.

Is that just… a thing? With zombies?

Hm. Guess so. Anyways.

You get on your knees, grab a stick, and write something in the mud. "I've followed you for the past two months. I know what you smell like."

"You know what we smell like? Aw…" Illinois teases. You glare at him playfully. It was nice to know he hadn't changed. Yancy, on the other hand, looked 3 minutes away from a full-on emotional breakdown.

"2 months? 2 months youse was right there? 2 months we coulda been together?" He asks, tears visible in his eyes. You frown, feeling guilty. You take Yancy into your arms and just hold him. He starts to cry. Which turns into sobbing. Illinois stands, looking at you two. He smiles. You were back! Thank God. He didn't think he could handle Yancy. After a minute he sighs.

"Alright, you two. Let's head out," he says. You nod and lift Yancy off of his knees. He wipes at his eyes and sniffles for a moment before walking, refusing to let go of your hand. Illinois follows close behind. You were back… you were still here, but now, you're with them. He almost couldn't believe it. He laughs to himself.

Yep. They'd be alright.

I'm supposed to be studying lol

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crunkumbee · 4 years

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New Life

Yancy x gender neutral reader

Request:

Fic idea: we immediately go back when yancy leaves to be in the prison, but we keep the key. We want to get yancy out straight away, but end up staying with him in prison.

I neeeeed yancy being a suave motherfucker and just flirting with us and sweet talking us like crazy. Cuz lets face it, when he puts his mind to it, yancy can put that voiice to exceptionally good use. And yes that is a fic request cause there is a distinct lack of yancy fics that have him being confiden, you got the moves boy, just need to know how to use theem! - @iamalastortrash

Word Count: 500

A/N: hehe sorry idk why im apologizing but im doing it anyway and i love you all and i WILL be doing a holiday thing so im kinda shoving these fics at you this next week but ALSO my game is having an event for my favorite character starting tomorrow so idk how well these will be written so thats probably why im apologizing and for the fact that its kinda short but whatever ANYWAYS i hope you all ENJOY

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No. You weren’t going to leave him in there. Yancy deserved better than this. You didn’t care that he thought that he deserved to be in that prison because he took the time and effort to help you specifically. There weren’t any sirens announcing that you had escaped. On the plus side, you did have the universal skeleton key. You walked back through the gate and even though it was lights out, there were multiple prisoners walking around and you went back to the cafeteria where you found Yancy sitting at the table while the rest of the gang was playing cards with one of the guards. He was just looking at the table and not saying anything to the group.

When you walked in he didn’t look up at first. He was just staring until you said his name.

He looked up at you in surprise, “Y/n? What are youse doin here?”

“Yance I couldn’t fathom just leaving you in here.”

“It was this handsome face wasn’t it?”

“It sure was. But you’re more than that to me. You’re a friend Yancy.”

He was going to give a smart remark before Bam-Bam invited you to join their game.

“I hope you know that I can, and will, kick all of your asses at this.”

“Y/n… I hate to break it to youse but nobody can beat me. I just so happen to be the best at just about everything here in this prison. I’m basically the king.”

“Well I might just have to overthrow that king then huh?”

Everyone at the table looked over at Yancy to see if he was going to retort but he just sat there and smiled at you as the guard dealt the cards.

Almost an hour later and you had won the game. Just like you said you would and Yancy was going to hear all about it whether he liked it or not.

“Okay okay, youse might be a little bit better than me at cards but I have the better voice and youse can’t deny that.”

“Bet.”

“I could do so many things to youses when you talk to me like that but I am a gentleman and I choose to stay that way when I talk to youse.”

You gave him a look that insisted that it might not always turn out to be how he thought it would.

“Are you sure youse want to be in here. I mean, This is home for me but I don’t know, something suggests that there is something youse found here huh. It was probably me because I’m obviously amazing in everyway and I might just need a plus one to rule this little prison, what do youse say? Wanna rule the prison and the gang together. It would be fun.”

“Alright, alright I will ‘rule’ with you.”

“Perfect now the king doesn’t have to rule alone.”

#my writing #markiplier #markiplier x reader #yancy #markiplier yancy #yancy x reader #yancy x gender neutral reader

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swiiim · 4 years

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semi-imaginary-place · 4 years

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In which I play maddening classic with only Byleth and Dimitri and liveblog on discord 1/15/20 - 2/2/20

because if I’ve got to see a character die repeatedly, countless times, it might as well be dimitri.

So I'm on maddening and classic with only dimitri and I’m going to kill off every other character. I heard if they reach 0 hp in part 1 they stick around the monastery and you can talk to them they just aren’t a part of your class anymore. Give me your blessings.

I died on the prologue! ... i dont have a healer... Death count:2

I am definitely new game+ cheating this for professor level and skills. I was thinking magic focused but she can't be too squishy... Gremory would help that. Also why do all the magic classes have bad growths. Give me a moving fortress of magic!

Ashe went down, 7 to go. Ch3 turned into a survival horror... but i made it out

Ch 6 is hell. Any idea for how to kill every last one of them in 25 turns with only byleth? Or alternately get to and take down the death knight. Only byleth and dimitri run. And no dimitri this chapter, Byleth's a thief

My main problem in crowd control. If i had infinite turns then i could agro them 1 by one... Maybe I've built byleth wrong and just don't have the stats. Is the warp route faster? Haven't tried that yet. In hindsight this was a bad idea for my first maddening run. I'm so used to not using byleth much that this is very different. Damn archers... Got done in by chip damage the first time...

I I dont know what happened... but I beat the death knight.... I was expecting to die becausr i accidentally opened the door so i skipped what actually happened.... Next thing I know game is telling me i got a dark seal What Did I crit? With a silver sword? Im in shock I DONT EVRN I dont even know if it was a crit! But byleth is thief so lethality is out of the question Maybe I should go give a sacrifice to rng god

so I was in shock but yeah I used the warp route and avoided fighting most of the enemies.

So i'm now at the winter ball chapter and felix is still alive (i've decided to off one character every chapter so Miklan downed sylvain. oh and first time through ch5 i accidentally stepped into range of one of the center archers so every unit rushed me and i died) and i tried felix's paralogue and wowo its impossible. Rodrigue dies in 2 attacks, outruns my healing and likes to charge headfirst into the enemy. My record so far is 3 turns before he dies. Might give up since this is optional.

(i eventually finished the paralogue but gave up saving anyone else so i didn’t even get anything good out of it)

The ally A.I. is sooo bad. Jeralt. Dad. Please stop getting yourself killed

Almightly Father in Heaven preserve me. I'm making dimitri learn reason. maybe his rationale will start making sense no more moon logic for you boy

Hey. Why wont the game let me make dimitri a dark bishop

I need dark mage certification first? Or is the internet lying to me

Well dimitri is at c+ reason but I'm tired of grinding.

got dimitri from c+ to b+ in a battle. But the boredom makes me want to cry. Also might have miscalculated.... Fighting an assassin in a forest.... i have 35% hit and no other weapon. They have like 18% hit.... When will i be free...

I made dimitri into a dark bishop and he beat lysithea in the magic tournament. Also just the thought of dimitri in slithers is funny to me

wrath is how i survived the sothis paralogue. crit everything

chasing the empire around in the hold tomb with 2 units was actually kinda fun

I cant believe that worked... Final battle of part 1. I charge down the middle. And it works 4 turns for infanty to cross the field... and it worked ... Welp i somehow made it to part 2 intact. Endless waves of reinforcement here i come

(Oh yeah and rng is punishing me right now by giving terrible level ups)

For the bridge is it best to go straight for the commander?

bridge wasn’t too bad but I was convinced to spare dedue so i had to fend enemies off him like ants to a dropped ice cream cone. if dedue reaches 0 hp or you don’t do his paralogue he dies in fhirdiad and I’m trying to get everyone off my party but not dead, soooo he’s along for the ride

I'm stuck on am ch 14 ... how do I defend 4 spaces when I have 2 units... Those pegasus knights keep dodging too... Damn pegasus knights.... without them i could just hold a choke point with 1 unit. I have 4 gambit uses maximum... Another thought I had is to out fly their flyers so I can shift byleth over quickly. if I take out randolf in delusional prince the map doesn't end. It just stops reinforcements right?

Soo I tried to kill randolf but my movement is too low. It takes 3 turns to reach him...

Yup this is possible. But because I can't do things the quick way. I'll have to do the long way of waiting out the right side and then heading for randolf with byleth all the while holding out with dimitri in the center and hoping rng favors me for lije 20 turns

ALRIGHT WhIcH oF yOuSe a LIAR Sooo .... killing randolph does not stop reinforcements nor does it get you a victory, the fire attack is the only way. Time to go guard another npc with a death wish. Also Gilbert is unkillable in AM

FEAR ME The only way to beat a pegasus knight to to out pegasus knight the pegasus knight Falcon knight bae-by! I am unstoppable I. Am absolute (I am never doing this again)

Finally got past that defend 4 spaces with 2 units and endless reinforcements

I've figured out how to level grind since same level enemies are giving like 7exp each

Alright. Taking suggestions, on how to keep hilda and judith alive in golden deers plea. Alternately, how to kill arundel in 2 thurns without archers destroying me. With only byleth and dimitrti. Right now I'm thibking retribution-> byleth and gunning it. Suggestions for abilities/battalions? My current thought is vantage, alert stance+, renewal, wrath, pavaise, and evasion ring and bridgid hunters

Well i can get to arundel before hilda dies but not judith. I'm starting a campaign to save judith. Please pledge your support on the indiegogo page below

whew judith and hilda and both alive! Stride was a good idea. just make a run for arundel. Kinda sad i didn’t get the aurora shield but eh I got the stat increases at least. I also tried propping up judith with byleth healing them but tanking doesn’t exist in maddening so that didn’t work.

I've been skipping cutscenes because there’s no one else there but gilbert

Things I have learned this playthrough: how to grind skills, how to grind levels, how to save scum level ups.

I’m actually getting a lot of dialogue I missed before just because Byleth and Dimitri are taking down every single enemy unit

At fort merceus, and i want the black pearl. And i'd like to avoid lindhardt and caspar. I'm thinking 1: fly over nab the pearl and kill death knight. 2: wait it out and eliminate every last unit ob the map. What turn does death knight start running? Or is when you get to a specific part of the map? Or am i thinking of an entirely different map...

New plan. Forget everything else and kill death knight

I have beaten the death knight. I have beaten the impregnable fortress. 44% crit rate. But I didn't get the black pearl in the treasure chest and i want my item so... i might redo the battle

Got my pearl. for an idea what the battle is like each turn each of the 2 units needs to be on one specific tile for the best chance of survival, if they die i usually had to restart the battle or change something to get a reroll. and you do this for like 5 turns learning the combinations with a mix of guesswork and trial and error. you also need to move quickly because if 4 units surround you, you’ll be stuck until you’ve defeated every single enemy unit on the map or more likely you die.

Ok story time. So I'm on ch 21 of AM now and aux battle no longer give me exp so my only way of leveling is healing (the exp curve is brutal). Even with the double use of bishop, i'm running down to the wire getting 1 level up/battle (plus the next battle where they gain stats for its more like 1 level/2 battles). I ran out of healing with like 500exp left to go so i restarted but by the end of the 20 heals and 10 recovers I had a different number and now I’m confused Reddit is telling me turn count? Affects exp gain?

Anyways I'm in enbarr. One of the many wonderful things about playing with only dimitri and byleth is that you can't change their starting positions in battles

Wow i did that on my first try. O.o Huh that actually worked... Good thing hubert is squishy. spared dorothea and petra too. huh.

I just had a realization... on the last map of AM. If I apply retribution to everyone... could I kill edelgard with that without having to cross the room? Hmmmm must try it out

Nope cant counter attack. Good thing enemy units on this map are acting defensively and only attack when you go into range. If they swarmed me I'd be dead (again)

Once you reach a certain tile they do swam... i lasted like 4 turns... need to clear the room to stop reinforcements...

(its impossible to stop reinforcements with 2 units on maddening. once you get to the throne room a new wave comes each turn. but clearing the rooms before hand buys you time before you are overwhelmed). To give an idea of what’s going on aux battles are aprox 10 levels below my units. regular enemies are about the same level (so each is a threat and my 2 units can die on any turn) and bosses are usually a couple levels higher.

Hehehehe I am so powerful I have beaten maddening with only byleth and dimitri (Dedue came along for the ride too but was never deployed to battle)

The final AM wasn't as hard as some of the others (defending garreg mach) but boy is it long. I think my final turn count was in the 50s. Also the credit screen character battle count maxes out at 999

I think I got dimitri and byleth up to like 70 base crit last playthrough. Plus wrath and defiant crit almost garunteed each hit was a crit.

nope it was more like base 120 crit

In the end for both dimitri and byleth I used rng based builts around avoid and critical hits (after i figured out what the hell i was mid way through part 1). dimitri went through the brawler line and then split time between war master and great lord. Byleth went up the thief line to assassin and then falcon knight. for both of them i also got most of the class skills.

considering this was my first maddening or classic run, I looked at 0 strategy guides (like an idiot) and had no idea what i was doing in the beginning, I’d say I did pretty well for myself.

oh and I was mistaken about something, if a unit reaches 0 hp in part one they die off screen during the timeskip (except gilbert to my despair) so there was no real point to sparing dedue. I really do hate gilbert, it seems no matter what you do you are stuck with him all of AM. there is no salvation. and this is why i skipped all the cutscenes this time around.

Dedue didn’t have much if any influence on the playthrough. Dedue was never deployed in any of the chapter battles but he did tag along as an adjunct (no weapon equipped) in aux battle sometimes because I felt bad for leaving him out all the time (that and dedue pops up later in battle on the map in part 2 and if he was still a level 1 commoner i would have 0 chance of beating the map since enemies rush him). so him leveling up was to negate the consequences of keeping him alive. If i had gotten him killed i wouldn’t have to worry about keeping him alive later. By the time I got to part 2 the skill gain from tutoring was negligible compared to the amount gained from grinding in battles, also both units were starting to max out on skills (S+) so choosing to explore the monastery gave little benefit. Interestingly, you can’t do a lot of the monastery activities if you only have 1 student (choir, dining, etc). So even after Dimitri stops loafing around, having dedue there for eating meals and stuff wouldn’t have helped and I’d choose battle anyways.

I now know more about how the game works than I ever wanted to... For example the calculations for any probability check (hit/miss, crit, level ups, pass/fail) are long done by the time you see them. so to reroll the dice so to speak you have to go back a certain amount of time (varies for each thing. Level up stats are determined before you enter the battle field so you have to reload a save on or before the preparations screen. Whether you pass/fail a certification is already determined by the time you reach as given calendar date, so you have to reload to before that day. If you divine pulse a 95% hit rate that your unit missed to right before any action is taken with that unit, they will still miss. With only 2 units you will probably have to rewind to the previous turn, but with a full party you need to go back at least a few units but I don’t know the exact number. More or less forcing the game to run at least one different probability calculation than your target will reset whatever result was determined for your target.

When you have an infinite number of iterations, even the most unlikely outcomes eventually come to pass.

This run was 60% luck, 35% perseverance, 4% "grinding", 1% skill, 100% pain

edit: 5/1/2020: looking back, i was a stubborn idiot (as usual) for refusing to look up strategies or other solo maddening runs that people had already done. i can definitively say omegarevolution dealt with the defend map far better than i did. i never even considered +20hit to deal with falcon knights

oh yeah and i don’t have dlc or the nintendo online subscription so i couldn’t use any of that.

#fire emblem #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fe #fe3h

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Old Clothes Part 4

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Word Count: ≈ 2116

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder, fear of failure

Author's Note: Okay, so I accidentally started previously that Odette first Burned when she was nine. That was incorrect as she was much younger. Also, this isn’t exactly what I wanted for this part, but I think it sets up my plans for the next part nicely.

Old clothes are always a little strange. Someone once loved them—cherished them—and now they’re nothing more than a mask. The quality vanishes with the donation bin. Dresses for the rich are now for the poor and those for the poor are falling to pieces. Those stitched by mothers have a different energy about them. The love that holds the fabric together never quite fades and it always remains soft, even after the countless storms and attacks of nature. The items warmed your soul whenever they were held and the rush of emotions was overwhelming in the most brilliant way possible. My sister missed the opportunity for that feeling.

My mother used to make my clothes for me. She would buy the fabrics and spend an entire Sunday making me a new outfit. They were my favourite things in all the world. We only kept one when we first left. It was the one I was wearing, but it wasn't the same when it was handed down to Clara. Ashes had woven their way into the seams and the smell of fire lingered no matter what we would do. The warmth of love carried the burning of a fire. Delicate lace that lined the edges were rough with hardened emotions.

I sighed and motioned for my audience to sit down. Jack and Davey pulled chairs out from my table, still staying quite close. Albert grabbed a seat for Crutchie and himself, while Buttons plopped himself on the ground with his legs crossed. "Before I say anything else, you have to promise you won't tell anyone. Not a soul. I shouldn't be telling you any of this since it puts more people than just me in danger, but I think you deserve to know. Promise." I made eye contact with every one of them and they all nodded in reply. "Great. Fantastic. Brilliant." I ran my hand through my hair once again.

"I was born in London, I believe, in 1791. My father's name is—was James and my mother's name was Lilijah. At least, that's what their names were while I was growing up. The Burn existed long before I was born, probably back when the first monarchies began. It was never meant to be a way of life. The Burn... it was always a safety procedure, a cautionary plan if you will.

"Say everything goes wrong. You're being framed for murder or are being chased by the police or mafia or it's anything else that's basically the end of the world for you. Well, in my family, that's the end of the world for whomever you were. Then, you are reborn, so to speak.

"It's simple enough, really. Everything you once owned, your clothes, books, anything that could identify you, would be taken out to an empty space. There, you set a match to it, lighting everything ablaze and erasing all evidence of you ever existing. It worked exceptionally well when I was little since towns and cities were so spread out and people just died suddenly, but people would notice if you just disappeared since there were so few people living in the area. Today, it's easy to vanish, but harder to locate a burn spot.

"Once the ashes lay at your feet, you build yourself again. New name, new place, new story. Of course, this plan wasn't meant for frequent use. So you have to get creative sometimes. I can't even tell you how many people I've become. My name is Odette Davenport, though. It's the one thing I've always known. I don't know my birthday, where I'm truly from, how I prefer my tea or if I even like tea. At this point, Odette is just another character I'm to play before I move on from this place."

My gaze met the ground as I paused, not knowing how to go on. Two of these boys were related to me. They have a right to know, but should they? Who knew how many times Clara and Elijah had Burned before settling down and washing the ash from their nailbeds. Did they even share the family shame with anyone or was it the secret that killed them? No, they should know. They should know why.

Jesse. No, he's not Jesse. Jesse is gone now, he doesn't matter. This one does. He's different, better than Jesse. In his eyes, I'm a person. A real person who feels the same as others do and thinks the same thoughts. I'm just older, suffering a long-lasting curse, just as he is. His leg was the poison that was crawling through his body and killing him slowly. The water rushed through my veins, stripping away any sign of illness or death, keeping me alive. How I wished I could switch with him, feel sickness and pain and worry about mortality instead of harbouring the fear of my past coming up behind me and pushing me over the edge, only to fall forever.

Jack and Davey must think I'm insane with my tale. That or they're calling into question what they knew about life and the universe. Perhaps it was both at once. The two need not be here, listening to my woes, yet they sit in anticipation, awaiting my next breath. But why? This has no consequence upon their lives. I’m merely a single person in a list of thousands that they’ve met just in a day. Compared to the years they would exist, it’s an interaction that means most nothing. Yet they are content with sitting and giving me their attention as if I were the Queen during a time of war. An odd comparison since my actions would lead me down a far less noble path where I would abdicate the throne and flee the country.

"I was four when I first Burned. I had accidentally stolen food and my parents feared the worst. We weren't living in a town known for forgiveness. We packed up in the middle of the night, brought everything out to the field. I still feel the scorching heat on my face sometimes, when I’m at my lowest. The smell of burning memories in one you never think you'll know, but you’ll never forget it either. We kept very few things from my first life. My grandmother's ring," I held up my hand to show off the flat gold front with worn initials carved into the front, "some money, the clothes we were wearing, and our names." There was a small gasp from Buttons and Albert. The family trait for worry and fear of failure seemed to run deeper than I thought.

"My brother Elijah Burned when he was five and Clara was only one at the time. Once again, it was all my fault. My mind escaped me and I wandered to follow it. I was only ten and they shouldn’t have blamed me for what I came across." I huffed and shook my head, clearing the daunting image from my brain, "It was a body, what I found. I...They thought I killed him. Me, a ten-year-old, killed a fully grown man. I was going to be arrested, put on death row, for something I didn’t do. So we Burned. After that, it became frequent. The five of us carried matches on our person just in case we had to leave in a hurry. We no longer controlled the burn. It controlled us."

"Wait, you was four when youse did this?" I nodded to Jack, confirming the answer he knew, "But you was just a kid! That ain’t right!"

"I lived in different times, Jack. Very different times. I was British in America not eight years after the War for Independence. They would do anything to get rid of us. It was like we were a plague when we wanted out of England the same way they did." I glanced out the dingy window, seeing the onset twilight, "Oh god, I best be going." I pushed myself off the table I was perched on, "Thank you for the supplies to fix myself up and I guess for listening to part of my life story." My mouth met the cheeks of each boy in thanks, something I had picked up in my travels. I started backing out of the room when Crutchie’s face caught my eye. He was crestfallen, the corners of his mouth turning down as he sighed and kicked lightly at the ground. I couldn't just leave like this. Not after what I had told them all. But I needed to. "Do one of you think you could walk me to my hotel? It is quite dark and I don’t want to be in any danger."

Before anyone could respond, Jack stepped forward, "I'll take ya. I know dese streets betta than anyone else." He led me out the Lodging House as I waved at the boys in a final goodbye. I uttered the address of my temporary arrangements and we stalked the streets in silence, becoming long shadows that extend for miles around sharp corners. I watched Jack more than the path ahead of me, trying to piece together the mystery I wanted to know. He and Davey... what was it about them?

"You know, if ya wanna look at me, starin' like that ain't too covert."

"Davey," Jack's posture straightened and I could tell his breaths were shallowing, "there's something about him you like, isn't there. More than just a friend perhaps."

"I don't know what youse talkin' 'bout. Dave is one a my best friends," I saw the slight fall in his expression, turning to sadness and bitterness, "Why would there be anything else to 'im that I like? It's not like I'll just listen to him go on hours 'bout nothin'. And it ain't his pretty eyes or soft hair or anything. Definitely not." He shook his head and met my gaze, a pleading look on his face. Nobody could know. Even if Jack couldn't help himself when it came to talking about his counterpart, no one could know.

"Definitely not." I winked at him and we chuckled. A quiet followed afterwards until Jack broke the invisible barrier

"You ain't gonna leave us, right? Not yet?"

I stared him dead in the eye, ready to avoid making the real decision, "Of course not. There’s still so much you all don't know yet."

"Great. I think Al and Buttons really enjoy having you here. Crutch too. He doesn't trust many too much. There's only a few of us he’s real close to. Somethin' about you is different. I could see it in his face. I think he really likes ya." I blushed at the thought of Crutchie liking me. It wasn't a concept that was foreign to me, but I didn't expect it from this boy after hearing I was immortal.

The middle-class building loomed above us, beckoning me towards the room I had booked, "I guess this is me." I shrugged and thanked Jack for walking me. he stole a hug before running back into the night. My fingers found my hair as I entered the building, climbing the stairs. The room I had booked was tiny, a single bed crammed against the wall and a trunk placed at the end. A window was across from the door, leading to the fire escape, and there was a cracked mirror mounted by a closet that would fit only a child.

My fingers found their way around the room, collecting my things as my mind ran around the world, searching for a place to run to. The checklist was losing empty boxes and the panic inside me wasn't reflected on the outside. This was normal. My footsteps were almost nonexistent as I floated out of the room and to the empty bathroom shared by all the guests on my floor. The lock flicked shut at my will and I carefully stacked my items within the confines of the bathtub. I opened the window to filter the air into the black night.

But the boys. I couldn't do this to them. My family. Crutchie. It wasn't fair that I was leaving them in the dark, no idea of the end or middle of the story. then again, life was never fair either. Certainly not this one. The moment I started this, it went downhill. I studied the pile across from me, spinning the historic ring around my finger. My hand found the box in my pocket. A snap of the wrist later and my face was illuminated with the soft glow of the burning match. Ashes were always the beginning, but what was the end?

#ooo cliffhanger #old clothes

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nerdsies · 5 years

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Goodbye From the Refuge

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enchantingexile · 5 years

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Streamy’s - d.d

Request: May I please request a David x reader and you’re going to the Streamy’s with him as his date but you’re super nervous and he comforts you?

Warnings: this honestly sucks ass and I'm trying so hard to write again.

Also, I didn't really finish this one, but hopefully this is good enough.

Word Count: 819

You would think you would be used to these award shows by now but as it turns out, you aren't. You had been nervous ever since David told you about how he was nominated for 6 streamy awards and wanted you to come along with him to the awards shows.

“You’re my lucky charm, I need you there with me.” He pleaded and you wanted nothing more than to go, even if it was just so you could see your boyfriend walk the carpet but the thing with these events is that they made you extremely nervous, you hated having all of the cameras in your face.

“Uhh yeah sure, I’ll come with you.” You agreed to go with David in hopes of maybe finally getting over this fear.

“Do you want hair, makeup and wardrobe? Because I could get some people here for you.” He asks in hopes of you joining him in his fantasy, he was already so excited about it and all you could think about was how everything could go wrong.

“Yeah, if you’re gonna get them for yourself too.” He pulls you in for a hug and kisses you on the top of your head, youse stand there for a minute just embracing each other and being in each other's arms, your anxiety washed away slowly as you stood there with him. You whisper a thanks to him and say goodbye to go home then make your way out of his house and to your car to drive home.

The days leading up to the streamy’s all you did was go to work, watch tv and sleep. Before coming to these things you usually had to go into remission and hide away from everything to prepare mentally for the toll it had on you.

it was Streamy day, so as soon as you woke up you drove over to David’s house. As soon as you entered David’s house you saw the catastrophe unfold behind David as he comes up to you.

“Hey, baby.” He says as he gets closer to you and gives you a peck on the lips.

“Hey, Dave.” You smile at him as he leads you through the house to where you’re going to be getting ready, he had gotten them to use the podcast room as a dressing room for you and there was so much stuff in there, they had so much makeup and a plethora of dresses for you to choose from. So your day was spent in the podcast room with people touching your hair and doing your makeup, then spending a solid amount of time choosing a dress. You had obviously dressed yourself up for occasions but this felt different, there were going to be people taking photos of you and you wanted to look better than normal.

You chose an off the shoulder dress that went down to your knees, your hair was curled and styled and your make up was a golden theme. Now that everything was done the vlog squad came to David’s house so that they could all leave together, youse got some photos out of the way before getting into the party bus and leaving for the event.

On arrival to the Streamy’s you feel frozen, stuck in the corner of the party bus with your hands in your lap and breath hitched in your throat. Everything feels blurry until you see David make his way to you, he takes your hands in his and starts talking. You cant hear the start of the sentence but he keeps talking.

“Everything is okay” He repeats slowly, “Breathe in and out while counting to ten. You’re okay.” You do as he says and you can feel the control coming back to your mind as your breathing steadies, he squeezes your hands and stands up with his hand extended out to you.

“If you don’t want to be here you don't have to, I'm not going to force you to come in if it's going to make you panic.” You take his hand and stand up slowly, you link your fingers with his and walk out of the bus. “If you need anything I am right beside you, okay?” He squeezes your hand for reassurance and you follow behind him hoping that he would take the forefront of the photos and you could just chill out in the background.

The carpet goes by a lot quicker than you expected and soon enough you are in the venue and seated at a table beside David, his hand resting on your thigh. The night is a blur and you don't remember anything besides David winning 2 awards and then leaving for the after party.

“You did so well, baby.” He gushes as soon as you get to the party, his hand on your lower back leading you away from the crowd. “I’m so proud of you.”

#vlog squad imagine #vlog squad #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #imagine

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Operation Newsboy

Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, things are heating up in this fic

It’s still smol but plot development *jazz hands*

Here’s the prologue, chapter one, and chapter two if you hadn’t read them

Chapter 3

Warnings: still nothing except Race smoking a cigar (things heat up next chapter I promise)

Words: 1,187

Editing: a lot plus grammarly (I got 20 newsies slang words marked grammatically incorrect this time)

***#***

When Jack came to, he was sitting against the wall, his bag of newspapers on his lap.

“Hey. Hey. Are you awake?” A kid was standing in front of Jack. The kid was wearing hand-me-down-looking clothes. Jack groaned. “Oh, you’re awake!” He said. He offered a hand to pull Jack up, and Jack took it, standing up and groaning.

“Aw, feels like a herd of horses been tramplin’ my head,” Jack muttered.

The kid smiled. “I know what that feels like.”

“Who-who is ya?” Jack stumbled, and the kid put Jack’s arm around his shoulder.

“I’m Wally,” the kid, Wally, said.

“I’m Jack.” Wally bit back the urge to say ‘I know.’

“Do you have a place to go? A home, or—”

“The only home I’s got is the Lodge.”

“Can you give me directions?”

“Yeah, sure.”

The two boys kept walking down the street, Jack stumbling every so often.

Finally, they made it to a building with a sign that said ‘Newsboy Lodging House’ in large letters.

“This is it,” Jack said. Wally unhooked Jack from around his shoulder, then opened the door. Before Jack went inside the Lodge door completely, he turned to Wally. “Hey, do youse got a place to sleep?”

“Uh, does the park count?”

“No. Come in. We’s got a bed for ya. I think.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Wally said. He didn't think it'd actually be that easy to get an in with the newsies, but here he was. They went inside, trying to find a bed for Wally. It was relatively easy, considering the rest of the boys were still out there selling papers.

“Eh, no problem. Ey, how’s ‘bout you come with me, tomorrow, to sell the papes? Unless you’s got a job.”

“I don’t have a job, but I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Eh, no trouble! Weasel makes more money the more papes he sells to the newsies.” The two boys stopped near a clean bed. “Ah, here’s a bed for youse. It’s next to the door to the roof, but—”

“It’s a bed. Better than where I thought I’d be sleeping tonight.” Secretly, Wally was ecstatic. He knew that Jack slept on the roof, and this was as close as he could get.

“Good. Youse got anything to put down? Somethin’ to mark ya spot?” Jack asked.

“I-I got my hat.” He said. It was just a newsie cap.

“Yeah, no, that’s gonna get stolen.”

“You steal each others’ stuff?” Wally asked in disbelief.

“Mostly for jokes or somethin’. The boys always gives it back. Usually.” He added quietly.

Suddenly, the door banged open. “Is anyone here?” Someone called.

“Crutchie!” Jack called. “We’s up here!”

After a few minutes, and a few muffled thumps, a kid of about fifteen with shaggy blond hair and a crutch staggered up the stairs.

“Hey, Jack!” The blond boy, Crutchie, said. “Who’s the new kid?”

“This is Wally. He needs a spot to sleep. And work.” Jack said. “Oh, yeah, Crutchie!” He said like he was just remembering something. “Today, when I's was sellin’ papes, two random guys came up to me to buy a paper!”

“That’s your job, Jack.” Crutchie teased him, his face deadpan.

“Yeah, but the first guy gave me a quarter! All I’s did was hawk the headline!”

“No way!” Crutchie breathed, his eyes as big as, well, quarters.

“Yeah! And the second man, he gaves me a dollar! A dollar!” Wally could guess at who the two guys were.

“Aw, Jack, it’s just you’s pale, pitiful mug that sells all the papes,” Crutchie said teasingly, and they gave each other a high five.

After a few minutes of joking about the people they conned, Crutchie stood up. “Hey, the boys said they was goin’ to Jacobi’s afta sellin’. You comin’?”

“Yeah,” Jack said.

“Who’s Jacobi?” Wally asked.

“Oh, Mr. Jacobi runs the deli. He lets us hang out there before he lets his customers in.”

“Cool. What d’you do, perform large dance numbers or something?” Wally meant it as a joke, and then quickly realized he was being too proper. “I mean, like, dance crazy dances?”

Jack and Crutchie shared a look. “Eh, occasionally.”

Wally was gaping at them. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Lead the way, Captain Jack,” Wally said.

***#*** Wally watched, trailing a bit behind Crutchie, Jack as pushed the door open to Jacobi’s Deli, where a few of the newsies were already waiting.

“Afternoon, gents!” A tall kid with blonde hair and a cigar sticking out of his mouth called. “Who’s the new kid?”

Wally raised his hand in a small wave. “I’m, uh, Wally.” Truthfully, he was a bit put out with the fact that a teen-aged kid just had a giant cigar in his mouth.

The kid smirked. “What’s the matter? Ain’t youse sure?”

“I—” Wally began, but Jack saved him from complete embarrassment.

“Ah, Race, lay offa’ ‘im. Your ugly mug is enough to scare anyone.”

The kid, Race, put an exaggerated hand over his heart. “Why, Jack, youse say that to all the fellas, don’tcha?”

“Just for youse, Race,” Jack replied.

Crutchie limped off somewhere, talking to some other boys.

The boys stayed there for hours, joking, teasing, and yes, even a dance or two. More kids showed up and introduced themselves to Wally, who amazed them all with the fact that he actually had an education.

When the little party ended, and the boys walked in a large gaggle back to the lodging house. The newsies were laughing and joking like nothing was wrong, but Wally couldn’t shake the feeling that someone--or something--was watching them, but every time he turned around, nothing was there.

They all arrived at the Lodging House with no incident, and they were settled in their beds when a bright yellow and red flash illuminated the window.

Wally jumped up, whacking his head on the upper bunk above him, which was occupied by Romeo, one of the boys he met at the deli earlier.

“Wally?” The groggy voice of Romeo popped up from above. “What’re youse doin’?”

Wally didn’t answer, just ran out the door as fast as he possibly could without doing his “lightning thing”.

Not a second later, Race spoke up. “Romeo, youse owes me a nickel. I’s told youse that he’d do somethin’ weird before the night’s over.”

***#***

As soon as the door closed, Wally raced after the flash of red light. The Particle Accelerator doesn’t explode for the first time in 115 years, he thought. This is worth checking out, even if it’s not my time assassin. Then that really annoying, small voice in the back of his head whispered, what if it’s a diversion? A diversion to get you away from Jack and your friendly neighborhood time assassin knows who you are, waiting for the right moment to—

“Shut up!” He yelled loudly, in an attempt to quell the voices in his head.

The guy he was chasing stopped whirled around, his feet sliding on the pavement. Wally stopped just in time to avoid barreling over the other speedster.

“Wally?” A familiar voice said, pulling off the cowl over his face.

“Barry?”

***#***

Yeah no regrets here sorry fam

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RWBY Volume 6 Episodes 12/13 “Seeing Red” and “Our Way” Micksterecaps: TWO RECAPS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO doggie, youse KNOW I can’t wait to talk about the finale, so you get not one but TWO recaps! Also doing the same thing with Gen:Lock as they released the first two eps of that on the same day-EITHER WAY LET’S GET TO DANCIN’!

THE EP STARTS OFF WITH-

-the ARGUS MILITARY-watching their boss waste military hardware, while being away from their FREAKING STATIONS-where a threat the Colossus was MADE to fight is coming close to the city. ALL WHILE RUBY-

-HANGS-in there? EH?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!

After a nice little cliff climb, Oscar informs the team that the shields go down EVERY time Cordo fires missiles, which is the time to STRIKE! Ruby while on board-DOES-point out the difficulty of it though.

Ruby:-I’d have to be practically staring down the barrel of her canon.

FORESHADOWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Ruby than jumps onto their legitimately stolen airship, while Maria does what she does best-

Maria: HEY CORDO-your mother wears NON-combat boots!

Cordo: SHUT UP I HAVE ALL THE MISSILES!

SADLY-though-

-sheeeeeeeeeeee catches on.

*BANG*

*TING*

*CLOSE*

Cordo: SURELY you know Atlas perfected missile launcher door quick-closing technology!

Ruby: BITCH YOU GOT LUCKY AND YOU KNOW IT!

Cordo: FUCK YOU I HAVE A LIGHTNING CANON!

OOH-and she WINGS them even, DAMN that’s gotta smart!

OOH-spoke too soon, Maria got the worst of it! MAN-that’s gotta sting.

Looks like its up to farmboy to SAVE THE DA-

*CRASH*

...EH-he’s a 14 year old farmboy, did the best he could with no fly knowledge or help (WINK).

See that? A NICE clean crash, Launchpad McQuack would be proud!

Ruby realizing how fucked things are, decides to pull a make or break move-RIGHT BEFORE-this scene-

Qrow: Ruby, stop!

Ruby: I need you, to trust me.

And he then lets go of her hand. Its a small yet powerful scene, and I really loved it, just wanted to point that out.

Ruby then makes a passionate speech to Cordo about how they only stole from her because she gave them no choice, especially since their supposed to be on the same side, and hopes she listens to reason.

Cordo: Hm....

Cordo:...NAH-I’ll just kill you.

CAROLINE CORDOVIN FOLKS-the defi-NITION of excessive force!

But does THAT scare Rubelubes?!

FUCK NO-she dashes herself RIGHT in there! SEE-foreshadowing!

She sees the target-

-LINES up the shot-

-while Cordo reevaluates recent life choices-

-gives herself a nice SNIPER breath-

-SHOOTS THAT FUCKER-and with-in a SECOND-

-PETALS HERSELF AWAY! Ace huntress right here! ALL right before-

-THAT FUCKER GETS CRYSTALIZED-good on you Ruby!

OOH-still got that aftershock crackle though! Thankfully Weiss uses her reverse gravity glyphs to slow her down ‘cause she’s a GOOD girlfriend, either figuratively OR literally(Bumblebee is canon fo sho, but STILL not sure on Iceflower, BUT still hopeful).

Qrow then catches her, and Ruby smugly replies with-

Ruby: ...toldja.

Oh Ruby, you SASS!

End the scene with a bit of Maria sass-

Maria: OH-don’t tell me I MISSED it!

AND CUT TO OUR FAVORITE NEW POWER COUPLE!

7:25

BEHOLD the holding of the hands, FEEL the gay energy it creates, while pissing off Blake’s creepy predatory ex, who was probably a creepy senior like Daniel Tosh when they started dating and needs to die(WINK).

Blake then says she and Yang are gonna KICK HIS ASS, because she made a promise to stick with the people she cares about-PROMPTING ADAM-to say this-

Adam: Y’know, she made a promise to me once, that she’d always be at MY side. HA-and look how well she’s kept it.

Your ex likes girls dude, GET OVER IT!

Either way it prompts Yang to say THIS badassery:

Yang: Did she make that promise to you? Or to the person you were PRETENDING to be?

Fuck yes. Either way, time for talk is over-ITS ACTION SCENE TIME-

-OOH-start out with a splitscreen, NICE!

Blake and Yang keep hitting him from both sides-

-and uses her shot-gauntlets to get distance, as a STRATEGIST does!

Blake goes in on the offensive, but ADAM ATTACKS-

-HER SHADOW-because he keeps forgetting how her semblance works like the dirty bitch he is!

Blake somersaults over him-

-KICKS-him back in the best pic I could get, because it happens in like a MICROSECOND-

-to a Yang Xiao Long that’s RARING to go with her shaunt-gauntlets-

-AND YANG KNOCKS HIM BACK...trust me, she did, this fight has a LOT of quick action and getting the pics I want is a nightmare.

The battle is INTENSE y’all, either way Blake gets ENOUGH distance-

-to get her partially broken gunsword back-

-tttttttttttthrows it over to fuckface magee-

-OOH-but he blocks it, no goal for you Blake-BUT-

-YANG GETS CONTROL OF THE BLADE-they may just make this count-

-she flings her over withe classic “infinitely stretchy band of stretchiness” to INITIATE-

-BATTLE CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH-but WAIT-

-OOH-knock back on both sides-

-Adam lands on his feet while Blake-

-OOH-she got crackle folks, we’re nearing the endgame (copyright Marvel studios...nah just kidding, RWBY’s a DC property). It ALSO almost knocks her off the cliff-

...I feel there’s a joke about a cat poster I can make here, but I’m not sure if right now is the right time to say it.

Yang is of course READY to save her-

-WHILE giving Adam an obvious deathglare for obvious reasons(MURDER HIM).

SADLY though Adam uses his greatest power of all-

Adam: MOMENT of truth Yang, do you think your faster than you were at Beacon?

*GASP*

EMOTIONAL manipulation( MURDER HIM, MURDER HIM). ALSO-sorry for the arrows, they wouldn’t go away and I couldn’t edit them out without ruining the gravitas of the shot.

Then a punch, A KICK, Yang’s on the ropes, will her aura hold out? CAN BLAKE HANG ON?!

OOH-apparently she can! MAN-the endurance these young women had, she lost a forcefield and now she’s climbing a MOUNTAIN, made of STEEL that one!

Adam than acts like the most OBVIOUS psycho-ex ever-

Adam: What does she even SEE in you?!

Yang: A person who doesn’t let their psychological baggage be an excuse to be an abuser!

Blake: Someone in my own age group who isn’t a creep who peaked his senior year of High school!

Adam: YOU SHUT UP I’M A PERFECT SUNFLOWER!

Adam then uses MOONSLASH on Yang but if you don’t know our girl-

Yang: Gotcha.

-you’d know it’d be NOT very effective y’all-SUPER SAYAIN YANG ACTIVATE!

FUCK YEAH-punch him OUT!

-AND HE GOT THE CRCKLE Y’ALL-its aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallmost over!

OOH-but so does Yang, BUT she’s got his sword so ADVANTAGE Bumbleby!

EITHER WAY-everyone’s running on fumes, its SUDDEN DEATH SMASH TIME Y’ALL!

And dear lord...its amazing-

-Yang THROWS that shit off a cliff-

-Adam goes after it-

Blake: SHURIYUKEN!

Yang: Wait I saw you climb UP the mountain, how’d you get back there-

Blake: WHATEVER-let’s kill this guy!

She sees the broken sword at her feet-

-she grabs ONE half-

-Yang graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabs the other-

Yang: RAH!

Blake: EYAH!

YANG/BLAKE USED DOUBLE STRIKE-

Adam:...oh-

*SPLASH*

-and its SUPER effective-CRITICAL HIT! RPG BUZZWORDS! AND THEN BUMBLEBY-

-gives themselves a tender cry scene while both promise to be there for each other. DAMN that was a fight scene, emotion, action, DEATH, I love this show!

Blake: *SNIFF* I just really really-REALLY-hope he stays dead!

Yang: Don’t worry, he can’t get maiden powers so he’s gone for good.

Blake: I love you babe.

Yang: I love you to.

A THEN CUT TO-

-CORDO-dealing with the consequences of her actions in MORE ways than one!

Nubuck: HEY UH M’AM-

-Godzillallegory is on the horizon-

- and it brought a BUNCH of friends, we could REALLY use the giant Collossus mech made SPECIFICALLY for fighting giant Grimm!

Cordo:...I am SO fired.

AND THAT’S ep 12, SEE YOU...in 2 SECONDS for the next Micksterecap as this is a DOUBLE feature!

The FINALE starts off WITH-

-with a VERY nice airship! Look at that woodwork, now THAT is craftsmanship! The ship opens TO REVEAL-

-NEO-and her SNAZZY new look! Look at that jacket, just FULL of snazz! SPEAKING OF SNAZZYNESS-

-HOT DAMN-I never thought wearing a cape the wrong way could look GOOD but Cinder proved me wrong! After the minor fashion show-ITS SHIP SHIFTING TIME!

Cinder:(DAMN I am im-PRESSED by this, SO glad we’re friends now!)

We get it Neo, your semblance is OP, QUIT SHOWIN’ OFF!

Either way, our girls are looking fly as hell and are READY to fight Team FWBYQOMJNR....NEXT volume. Yeah, turns out it was one of THOSE build-ups where its for next season. I know, I’m pissed of too.

But enough about that-A CUT TO-

GOJIRA-slowly making his way to Tokyo bay to REEK ATOMIC TERROR!

This is the time when one could REALLY use a giant robot with a laser canon-

-if not for the fact that a senile old racist wasted it on minor offenders like a crazy person.

After the team realizes that they had a SLIGHT hand in ruining Argus’ defenses against a kaiju level threat, they decide to FLY OFF! Right before CORDOVIN-

“This is YOUR fault, your fault....

....your...fault”.

-ADMITS her own guilt in this to herself! Didn’t expect character development from her, NOW all she has to do is apologize to Blake for casual racism and it’ll be AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL good!

MEANWHILE-on the ship-

-Blake apologizes for her psycho Ex stalking them, ALL while only her, Yang, Nora and Maria(off panel) are sitting down. YOU ARE IN A PLANE-I do not believe that they are hogging all the seats!

Despite the obvious chaos, Maria basically suggests this-

Maria: Okay...what if we just BAIL?!

Everyone:...

Maria:...YEAH I know, gotta be superheroes and what-not, I just REALLY want Cordo to die.

They then all decide to get up close and personal with the thing, Ren and Jaune plan to do their combo move a.k.a. the ONLY semblance Jaune will boost this season-BUT THEN-the monster resurfaces!

*RESIN COATED GLOVE AGAINST A BASS GUITAR!*

Look it up bitches. Its ALSO at this point that Mrs.Terra Cotta-Arc-

-regrets recent life choices that inadvertently lead to her brother in-law and his entourage to destroying Argus’s last defense...also what’s up with that girl in the background? The one with the diamond logo and the bare mid-riff? She a superhero or something? If so...GET TO WORK-there’s a monster to fight!

AW-she’s there for her family and...I’m sorry I just can’t get over that background character’s design, I mean LOOK AT HER-does she have ANY hips to speak of?! I know its just a background character, but STILL bad design.

BUT LUCKILY FOR ARGUS-

-THE SHIELDS GO UP-which I’m sure won’t be damaged at all!

SEE-look at that, COMPLETELY impenetrable!

BAM-even blocks the beast’s elemental attack, NOTHING can break this shie-

*BOOM*

...w...WAIT A MINUTE-the SHIELDS are impenetrable but the pylons MANAGING the shields AREN’T?! That is...a HUGE design flaw, DAMMIT CORDOVIN, this is what you get for spending your defense budget on your Gundam hobby!

This is when everybody just wants to get the HELL out of there but Ruby calls it in-

Ruby: EVERYBODY-me and my scrappy team of rogues is gonna take on that beast, we JUST need you to back us up!

Nubuck: UH-no thank you, we’re nameless soldiers in a fantasy story, WE KNOW what happens to us in this situation!

Either way Ruby is ready to use her magical laser eyes to slow down the beast, by her OWN dang self!

Ruby: Fine, we’ll do it alone if we have to.

Ruby: Let me repeat, I-A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL-am going to fight a monster ALL by myself...with NO military support...alone.

Look at Cordo, see the GUILT emanating from her!

Either way the plan is set-SUPER TEAMWORK COMBO-

-EMOTION MASK TIMES TWO! Seriously, the ONLY semblance he enhances this season.

They then fly undetected through the chaos while ONE plane gets hit! Exactly ONE...no lie, maybe this army isn’t as bad as I thought if only one plane got knocked down so far.

After just NARROWLY avoiding the blast-

-the beast takes out the SECOND barrier due to the worst design flaw in the world-

-DESTROYING THE TOP TO EXACTLY ONE BUILDING! DAMN-lucky Argus, this is a generally destruction free monster attack!

OOOH-but also RIGHT at the moment Ren and Jaune get crackle, CLOAKS DOWN PEOPLE-cloak is DOWN!

But have no fear-OUR LEADER HAS A PLAN!

Weiss:...giant bee?

Ruby: GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIANT BEE!

Yang: You rang?

Blake: Oh YOU!

Nora and Yang give cover fire while Blake just...stands there, because her weapon broke. Hey, sometimes your ex smashes your gun-sword in half, it happens.

SEE BLAKE-you just upgraded yourself to Weiss...holder, way to seize the initiative and HOLD THAT WEISS!

Ruby: I know this is stressful but riding a giant bee is still FREAKING AWESOME!

Nora: I CALL NEXT!

Yang: Aw man, I wanted to fly next.

Qrow: QUIT YAMMERING AND KEEP SHOOTING!

Rubalubes than squares up with the great beast and then-

-STARTS A CLIP SHOW TO PSYCHE HER POWERS UP! She ALSO-

-throws that PESKY earpiece RIGHT into the ocean...because turning it OFF is impossible apparently(freakin’ Atlas tech, TOO many design flaws). Either way-CLIP SHOW TIME!

What NICE memories, nothing that would trigger feelings of doubt which would mess with her hea-

SHIT-memories of the dead almost girlfriend-SHIFT FOCUS!

YES-memories of the vomit boy-FOCUS ON THAT!

Nooooooooooooooooooo-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Focus focus focus FOCUS!

NOT ON THAT!

NOR THAT!

Stay calm, STAY calm-

-AND she’s boned.

Ruby: DAMMIT silver eyes, WORK WHEN I WANT YOU TO WORK!

The beast is in her sights, her powers aren’t working, only ONE thing that can save her now!

Ruby: JINN!

*SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW*

Yang: Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuubyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

DEUS EX MACHINA-because TELEVISION! Also really wish I could show the illusion of time slowing down better in simple pictures

Pouty Jinn is pouty. Either way she tells her that she’ll only allow her to summon her this this ONE time without asking a question.

Jinn: I must admit, this WAS clever.

Ruby: Heh, yeah, to be FAIR I wasn’t sure if you ACTUALLY slowed down time, or if that was like a “Bill Cipher” style illusion, but yeah I’ll have a real question next time.

Either way-CLIP SHOW RESTART!

Time re-starting is ALSO hard to show with still pictures.

*WAVES MOVE SLIGHTLY FASTER*

You enjoying this so far? You COULD be re-watching the show instead of a slow clip-show of it but O-kay!

Yes, GOOD memories of Pyrrha, GOOD ones!

*MORE SUBTLE TIME RESTARTING*

OH YEAH-she’s still in front of a monster! DAMN-that’s a good timestop, full on ZA WARUDO!

That’s right, good memory of Penny, DON’T PSYCHE OUT!

And just when you thought they weren’t gonna hit us with a feelsbomb-

SUMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER! ALSO-confirmation that Ruby knew what her mom looked like, I wasn’t sure as she died when Rubes was REALLY yong, either way HUZZAH! ALSO-this shot-

Summer’s eyes-

RUBY’S EEYS!

“THERE’S A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT THERE TO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE-

- “ AND ITS POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!”

Bless you Casey Williams, BLESS you!

Look at the well designed background characters being showed off by Rooster Teeth, THEY ARE PLEASED! Also, look at that glasses wearing mother fucker in the purple jacket, he a WIZARD or something? We coulda used a WIZARD y’know, just saying.

Nubuck1: YEAH-that girl we refused to help stopped the beast!

Nubuck2:...are we terrible at our jobs?

Nubuck3: Just shut up and keep cheering!

Ruby then marvels at the site of a major city that SURVIVED a kaiju-class Grimm attack for once-BUT ALL IS NOT WELL-

*CRACKLE CRACKLE*

*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!*

Ruby: DAMMIT-I meant to fire DISINTEGRATING beams, not FREEZING!

Maria: I now, its LITERALLY the most fickle super power.

But worry not-FOR ALL IS NOT LOST!

Cordo: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE I COME, TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Ruby:...okay, thanks for the help, but HOW did you rip your mech’s arm off?

Cordo: HM?! Oh nothing fancy-

Cordo: JUST A BAD ASS DRILL THAT I WILL USE TO PIERCE HEAVEN!

Ruby:...why the HELL didn’t you use that on us before?

Cordo: Honestly I forgot it was there...as well as SEVERAL functions on this mech. Really I shouldn’t be in charge of anything.

Either way-

-she drills the FUCK out of that thing! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH SPINNING!

Man, that’s some NICE dusting!

Once again, the background characters are pleased, including lady hipless over there! Oh lady hipless, I will NEVER understand you.

And even 2/3rds of the Cotta-Arc household are completely enjoying it, while Terra is REALLY hoping this mess won’t come back to her.

Ruby then thanks AND apologizes to Cordo because she’s a NICE young lady, while Cordo gives her team the go ahead to fly out tho Atlas. DOESN’T make up for her mean comment to Blake, BUT progress is progress.

A THEN CUT TO-

-BEAUTIFULLY PAINTED CLOUDS! MAN this show loves to show off and I LOVE IT!

INSIDE the ship-

Ruby’s mentors give her WELL deserved props and Qrow celebrates BY-

-NOT drinking! GOOD ON YOU Qrow, PROGRESS!

D’aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.

The mentors than have a NICE quick moment.

Maria: For a depressed drunk, you make a great uncle and huntsman.

Qrow: That is...LITERALLY the best compliment you can give me.

Speaking of sweet moments-

FUCK YEAH-hand holding! Now let them KISS dammit!

ALL WHILE-

-RUBY deflects praise like a body does, EVEN points out how Oscar landed a clean crash...OR DID HE?!

Oscar: I...DIDN’T land the plane on my own.

YUP-Ozpin helped him, in a scene that’s BASICALLY this-

Oz: The force Oscar, USE the force!

The team briefly discuss the fact that their creepy wizard principal is most DEFINITELY spying on them before Qrow points out-

THE UNIVERSITY OF CAROLINA IN THE SK-I mean-THE CITY OF ATLAS! Anyone...old enough to get that reference? Scott Pilgrim? Its a story about a guy who dates a 17 year old, dumps her for someone cooler, and we’re supposed to see him as the hero? WEIRDLY good read despite the what the synopsis will make you believe.

We also briefly see-

-THE UNDERCITY OF MANTLE...which...looks like its near an active volcano I think! NO WAIT I see, that’s where the floating city came from...still feel BAD for the poor people of Mantle though.

Either way, they get up there and EVERYTHING is fi-

-ZOOP military blockade, never mind. And we end the adventure of Team RWBYQOMJNR with a MYSTERIOUS line-

Voice: Manta 5-1, welcome home.

Oooooooh, Weiss is in TROUBLLLLLLLE!

And that’s it for them, credits start rolling-NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVERMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE- and then a we get a TEASER because Joss Whedon!

Mercury: I like being depressed in here, it makes me look DEEP!

Emerald also walks in to slightly foreshadow her defection from the Legion of Doom but notices how FREAKED he is...why?

Cause Salem’s making flying MONKEYS that’s why! We ALSO-get a Hazel cameo!

Hazel: There’s an old saying, if you want something done right-

-do it yourself.

WELL-team RWBY’s boned. EITHER WAY, a fantastic season, personally I feel episode 12 had better finale energy than episode 13, BUT outside of a malfunctioning force field still good. I’m also KINDA mad that Neo and Cinder, and pretty much EVERY member of Salem’s faction didn’t get many times to really shine, BUT there’s always next season!

AND WITH THAT-I’l see you either next season of RWBY, or on my Gen:Lock recaps on MICKSTERECAP! Peace out folks.

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irlweissschnee · 6 years

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Sleepy Talk

A/N - Waddup your favorite just wrote some more Spot x Reader that sounds alot like the last one she wrote but that is okay. I did so much typing in one sitting so in about 6 or so hours I had 1,500 and I just recently typed over 1,000 more and BLAM! Here you go! Enjoy!

Word Count - 2.6k words

T/W - none

“Seriously, I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” You rolled your eyes at Jack, who was making a big deal out of nothing

“I don’t want ya goin’ to Brooklyn again! Spot Conlon is not a safe person to be around.”

“I thought you two were friends?” You questioned

“We are, but I think even he knows he ain’t stable enough to watch after ya. Plus, the newsies they’a might not know who you are. Please, if you go, at least be careful.” He was not happy with his little sister, his only family, going to another part of New York where he couldn’t have complete watch over you. You smiled at his care, but didn’t push him any further. He was letting you go, but only if you were ‘careful’. You jumped up before making him stumble when you gave him a hug. You then proceed to run out the door, to say you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic. You were going to see some of your absolute best friends, and one that you hoped would be a bit more.

“Love you Jack! Thank you!” was all Jack heard before you ran out the door of the lodge.

You were standing in the line for the bakery down the street from your next destination. You bought a dozen rolls before give up your coins. You grabbed the basket and headed down towards the bridge that would lead you to where you needed to be. You jumped up onto the metal platform, before jumpily skipping to the other. You may have gotten a few weird looks, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to go to your second home. You got to the other side rather quickly. That was when you stopped acting so bouncy, you didn’t want to get glares from the people who lived in Brooklyn. You knew that the newises wouldn’t mind, but you wanted to keep some presentability. You only had to walk a few more blocks until you made it to the lodging house. When you made it to the steps, the newsies on the outskirts of the buildings tipped their hats to you, knowing you were welcome because of how often you come. Some did give you looks though, which preceded to make the nearby newsies to whisper in their ears. They then tipped their cap to you. You smiled at them before offering them half a roll each, wanting to have enough for everyone. They all came up to where you decided to sit on the porch. They thanked you genuinely. That was when you heard a familer voice.

“Well Y/N, what’a doin’ he’a?” The accent was thick. You saw in front of you one of your favorite newsies.

“Well hey there Danny! How have ya been?” He smiled at your non-existent accent.

“Just about to head inside to see Spot, wanna come with?” He wiggled his eyebrows, you rolled your eyes, then nodding. You stood up and turned around to head up the rest of the stairs to head into the building. Danny opened the door for you, bowing to you like royalty. When you walked past him into the room, you stole his hat from his head and walked in. He gave you a chuckle before grabbing it from your hand. When he grabbed his hat, he also grabbed your hand. He gave you a spin, making you giggle. He headed over to the couch in the main room. You followed him and then plopped down next to him. He then tossed his arm around your shoulder before shaking you, laughing at the way you became shocked. You two sat like that, talking about things in each other's respective borough. That was when you heard the sound of steps coming from the room above you two headed toward the stairs.

“Oh gosh, guess who you are gonna hav’ta deal with now.” Danny looked at you, smiling. He could always sense that you had a liking to Spot, but he never really brought it up.

“Awh, talkin’ bad ‘bout me? Why would ya’ do that?” You looked up and saw your best friend, Spot Conlon. You stood up from where you were sitting with Danny. You began to smirk, knowing you and Spot would begin to go back and forth for a minute. He came through the doorway and saw you instantly, spawning a smirk of his own on his face.

“Well Y/N, nice to see ya again!” He walked forwards and gave you what you thought would be a normal hug, but instead he picked you up at spun you around. You were shocked and you swore you saw Danny give you a knowing look, one to say ‘he likes you too’ but you knew he wouldn't mean that. You never told anyone about you liking Spot more than a friendly way, but maybe it was obvious that you did. When he let you down, you shuffled a little bit, trying to regain your balance. Spot then walked over to the couch and sat down. He patted the area next to him, offering you a place to sit. You proceeded to sit next to him. He did the same thing that Danny did when you sat down, he put his arm around your shoulders. He squeezed your arms before talking to Danny next to you. You swore you saw him glance at your, you could feel your face getting only slightly warmer. You didn’t let that bother you though. Before you knew what was happening, Spot began to talk to you.

“So, has ya brother been botherin’ you about comin’ here?” He looked at you, waiting for an answer. You continued to look straight ahead when you were talking.

“Yeah, talking about how he ‘can’t watch over me’ when I am over here in Brooklyn’. I swear he is like a hawk. But I love ‘im, I kinda have to.” You chuckled, looking over in the direction of Spot. He gave a small grin before laughing. He brought a smile to your face. You were about to let him speak before you remembered the gifts you had.

“Oh! Did you want a roll? I bought them from this bakery back in Manhattan. I already gave some halves to the newsies outside but I think there are some left.” You stood up and reached into the basket you placed near the door. You grabbed two roll halves, knowing you already gave Danny one. You turned back to the boys on the couch. You tossed one roll at Spot. He caught it, of course. He thanked you before munching on it. You sat back down and began nibbling on the bread. You heard boys rushing in followed by a sudden crack of thunder. You never saw any clouds on your way over here, but there it was, pouring down rain. You saw boys coming it, trying to get out of the rain. It was later in the day, so most of the boys had already sold all their papers. Most of the boys came into the room you, Spot and Danny were in. They all gathered around the couch, talking to each other about how sudden the downpour was. You and all the boys sat there for an hour or two. It got dark out quickly, meaning it was getting later. It was still raining out, meaning you would be soaking if you tried walking home then, you would be soaking wet by the time you got to the Brooklyn bridge. You grew tired, though. You thought of just napping on the couch like you did occasionally, but you noticed that Spot had seen you yawn the past three times. He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Hey, Y/N, hun, you gettin’ sleepy?” You nodded. You couldn’t lie. You were exhausted. Spot stood up and excused you both. You could barely get up yourself. You nearly fell over from fatigue before Spot caught you. He picked you up, getting some looks from the other boys on the floor, but the look on your face gave them the reason you were practically tumbling in Spot’s arms. He placed you down when you got to the first step. He didn’t want to fall, no matter how much he was ‘muscular and macho’, he didn’t trust himself with carrying you up some stairs. He held your arm as you two slowly yet surely made it up the stairs. You thought you would be resting in an extra bunk, but you were actually led to Spot’s room. You started to feel uneasy, but then you remembered that Spot was never going to force you to do anything. He could sense you getting kind of tense as you passed the bunk rooms.

“I’m gonna have ya sleep in my room because you need as much rest as youse can get, and them boys ain’t the quietest.” You were reassured. You continued to try and keep your stance and make it to Spot’s room.

Woah.

When you said Spot’s room in your head, you became nervous. You spoke up.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Your voice was quiet, but he heard you.

“My bed is pretty big, we can both fit. Unless youse uncomfortable with it.” He began to stutter his words.

“No no, it’s fine. I shouldn’t keep you from sleep,” You yawned, “it’s your room anyways.” You got flustered at the fact you were about to sleep in the same fucking bed as the guy you slightly-but-you-don’t-really-know-kinda liked. It wouldn’t mean anything, you two were just gonna sleep and wake up and then you guys would hang out, of course. You made it to his room. The room looked the same as the bunk rooms, but smaller and had only one bed, Spot’s. Spot led you to his bed and put you under the covers. He left the room for a minute before coming back and getting underneath the sheets as well. He turned off the light near the bed and hugged you tight. Your smile was the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

Back in Manhattan, Jack was going mad. You weren’t home, the rain was hitting hard, and you were in Brooklyn, the place where he wanted you least. Once the rain died down, Jack was off. He was going to head straight to the lodge in the heart of Brooklyn. He knew that if he couldn’t find you, he was damn sure going to get Spot on it. He ran as fast as he could, across the bridge in record time. He saw the building in the distance and he began running even faster, if that was even possible. He ran up the stairs two at a time. The lights in the main room were still on so he knew someone would be there to help him. He knocked on the door, irritated yet worried. The door opened and he saw a newsies around his height, maybe a few inches shorter.

“Have you seen a girl, about yea’ height,” He raised his hand to show him around how tall you were, “she has H/C hair about this short.” He again used his hand to signify how long your hair was. The information provided seemed to have rung a bell to someone inside.

“Are you talkin’ ‘bout Y/N?” Jack looked back to see someone he didn’t know, but he must’ve known you. It was Danny, but Jack didn’t know.

“She went upstairs with Spot an hour or so ago, went to bed I think.” Danny looked towards the stair casually, but Jack was practically fuming. Jack dashed towards the stairs, upset that you were with Spot of all people, and the fact that you guys were alone made him even angrier. He could hear from downstairs the familiar voice downstairs yell slightly.

“Last room on the left!” Jack looked down the hall and headed for it. He opened the door to see the faint light of the moon shining on the bed. He saw you and Spot laying rather close. He was glad you were okay, but was absolutely angry and the lack of space in between you two. Spot must have been a light sleeper because he woke up immediately. Spot jumped out of the bed, wanting to explain why he and Jack’s sister were laying so close in his bed. Jack pulled Spot into the corner of room. As much as Jack wanted to soak the absolute hell out of Spot, Jack couldn’t let you be in on it, so he just sent Spot out to the hallway. Spot was rather annoyed that he was being bossed around, on his turf of all places. Spot did what Jack said, as much as he wanted to go against it, he wanted you to sleep as well as you could. Spot walked out of the room, quietly closing the door. Jack didn’t want you to wake up because he could practically sense what you would do. You would become angry at the fact that Jack didn’t trust you or you would be sad that he came all the way to Brooklyn because you had done something that had deemed you untrustworthy. He wanted neither. He just wanted to protect his baby sister at all costs, and seeing you and Spot so buddy-buddy didn’t help yours or his case. Jack began pacing around the room, thinking of what to say when all of a sudden, he heard it.

“I,” there was a pause, “love you too.” Jack knew of your sleep-talking habits, but usually it was random words, one at a time. This was practically a full sentence. You began sleep-talking more, but it seemed less like you were sleeping, and more like you were trying to talk to someone, yet you were unconscious and unable to backup what you were saying. More sentances seemed to come out of your mouth.

“Spot, I,” pause, “really like you.” Jack became more attentive to what you were mumbling.

“I understand,” pause, “if you don’t feel the same.” You fixed the covers before speaking again.

“Had crush,” more silence, “long time.” He put the pieces together. You liked Spot, but he didn’t know yet. Maybe it was fate that he didn’t hear it, but Jack couldn’t just walk out casually, he needed to let Spot know. Jack tiptoed over to the door before walking out into the hall to talk to Spot about what he just heard. He didn’t want to hide anything, but he didn’t want to have to explain anything but the basics. He looked Spot right in the eyes and told him.

“She likes you Spot, she said she loves ya.” Jack then walked back downstairs without even explaining what he had just said. You...liked him? Spot was both confused and excited. You liked him! Spot had this new feeling, he was feeling weird. He didn’t know that people could like him more than a friend. He always felt like he was just a leader figure. He walked back into the room where the bed was, he laid back down in the same place he was laying before. He tried to act natural, but when he heard about what you said in your sleep, he didn’t know what to think or believe.

Spot fell asleep an hour later, still thinking about what you had been talking about. You woke up after Spot was rustling in the comforter. You were just as confused as him, but for different reasons. You were in the guy who you kinda likes’ bed. You tried to roll back over, but as soon as you were about shut your eyes, he started to sleep talk, but in whole sentences.

“Love you too,” There was silence.

“Y/N.”

#spot conlon #spot conlon x reader #spot conlon imagine #newsies #newsies musical #newsies x reader #fansies #tommy bracco

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angrypaperboys · 6 years

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pillow talk [j.g x reader]

jojo de la guerra x reader

Request: hey girl!! Could you do #9 from the drabble list with race or jojo? thanks a lot!! @thoughtsbycatherine

@just-go-and-get-her

Sentence:

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Author’s Note:Sooooooo I wanted to try writing for someone different since I do mostly write about Race. This is my first time writing for Jojo so please bear with me, but Jojo is so freaking cute, I thought he deserved something lol.

ALSO THIS IS DEFINETLY NOT DRABBLE RIP.

Trigger Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

Era: Canon / Modern

Genre: Fluff

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A rowdy heard of voices, rang through the Lodging House that Monday evening. You sat in the common room as the volume of the shouts and screams increased. Flipping through the book you were read, you were all too distracted to read a single word. “Can’t a girl get a little peace and quiet around here?” Starring out the window snow started to fall onto the streets of New York. You tried to turn back to the book you were reading once more but all of a sudden you heard an ear splitting crack come from the floor above you. Your eyes widened.

Making a dash up the stairs you found the boys all crowding around your room. Pushing your way through them you entered your bedroom to find Race, Albert and Jojo standing over a huge crack and hole in your floor boards as well as a busted wall. Their faces were flushed with embarrassment. Astonished you starred at them, your mouth gaping wide.

“ How- How is this even possible? Anthony- Albert- Jojo- JACCCCCKKKK!!!!” You screamed for his help.

The older boy came rushing down from the penthouse, Crutchie sluggishly on his tail. “ Boys, clear outta the way.” He said. Jack stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw the broken floor. His hands rubbed his temples in distress. “Racer, Albert, Jojo, how did this even happen?”Crutchie questioned.

“Well wes was just talkin’ bout whos the strongest outta the three of us-“

“If Racer over there didn’t start talkin’ smack bout the two of us maybe-“

“HEY! Youse was the one who shoved me first! Wes all knows I could clock the both of yous out in seconds-”

“Nu uh!” “Yeah huh!”

“Why don’t you try me then!”

Race tackled Albert to the ground and brought Jojo along with him. The screaming you heard from earlier started back up again. “STOP IT!” You yelled at the top of your lungs. The three boys froze in place. Slowly getting up , they put their heads down in shame.

Frazzled, your eyes darted back and forth between the three of them. “Jack, what are we gonna do?” you asked.

Jack sighed, starring at the hole in front of him. “This is gonna take at least a week or two to fix. Y/N, I guess youse just gonna have to find another bed to sleep in for a while. Damn- its freezing in here.” He complained as the wind blew in through the hole in the wall.

Groaning you glared at the three boys in front of you. Where were you going to sleep for these next few weeks?

Jojo saw the look of worry and annoyance on your face. He had always liked you, the first moment you stepped foot into the Lodge, but he never would admit it. You were so sweet and kind to all the boys , and always would ask everyone if they needed help with anything. Guilt crawled up his spine for what he did to your room. I mean it wasn’t totally his fault, but he still felt awful about you not having a place to sleep for the time being.

“ Y/N , if youse wants to, the two of us can share a bed.”

Albert and Race’s ears perked up. Their heads snapping over to Jojo, eyebrows raised.

A smile made its way to your face , causing Jojo’s heart rate to quicken. He gulped. “Quite a gutsy move you made there De La Guerra.” Race whispered and smirked which Jojo responded to with his elbow in his friend’s side.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“After what I did to your room, it’s the least I could offer.”

A week went by and the rest of the boys noticed your change in relationship with Jojo. The both of you were practically glued to each other’s hip. You never really realized how much you loved spending time with him. Jojo was always such a gentleman and would try to crack jokes to make you laugh. His hair was so soft and fluffy , even after a day of selling papes, his smile was as bright as the sun, oh and those deep chocolate brown eyes-

You could definitely say that you had developed a small crush on him but you didn’t want to admit it. The crush was microscopic. It wasn’t that important.

Jojo had noticed the change in your relationship as well. Your touches would start to linger a little longer than normal or sometimes he would catch you starring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. One time , he even caught you , Katherine, and Sarah talking about a boy who sounded an awful lot like him. Of course, it ended up with a door being slammed in his face, but it was worth it.

It was night time. The rest of the boys were downstairs playing one last game of poker before bedtime. You and Jojo were laying in his bed , starring up at the bunk above you. Other than the quiet breaths you and Jojo took, the room was so quiet you could practically hear a pin drop.

“Jojo?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Where do you think we’ll be in ten years?” Having late night conversations about random things was common with the two of you. They were relaxing and fun, they were something that eased you into sleep.

Jojo hummed.

“Hmmm… Jack I feels like would be an artist and move to Santa Fe,” he scoffed “ if that’s even a real place and not just in his head. Katherine, would follow him and continue writing. Crutchie would go with them too… Davey’s probably gonna becomes a teacher or something, cause he’s smart , ya know? Maybe he’ll teach classes about tarantulas.” You laughed and pulled the sheets up.

“ Race and Albert is probably gonna end up in jail for gambling or theft.” You slapped his arm, laughing some more.

“ Come on , be serious Jojo.”

“I cant bes serious, not with those two.” He retorted. Jojo raised one of his eyebrows at you. “ Fine, where do you think Race and Albert will be in ten years?”

“Probably running a casino.”

Jojo gasped “Wow, that was spot on.”

The room went quiet once more. You then spoke up. “ Where do you think the two of us will be in ten years?”

“I…” Jojo started. He hadn’t thought about that yet. He felt his hands start to go clammy, taking a big gulp he said softly and closed his eyes. “ I don’t know, but as long as youse is with me I’ll be okay.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Not knowing how to react, you shoved Jojo off the bed and he landed on the floor with a thump.

“Ouch! Y/N!?”

You threw his pillow at his face and took yours, covering your own. You didn’t want him to see the red hot blush that spread across your cheeks. Jojo got up and took a step towards the bed. You took your pillow and smacked him.

“NO! DON’T COME CLOSER. YOURE BANISHED FROM SLEEPING ON THIS BED.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Jojo tried to grab your pillow away from you ,but you refused to show you face and let go. The two of you tossed and turned on the bed. “Y/N , just tell me what’s wrong!”

He finally pried the pillow away from your grasp. Your head was turned to the side. “Y/N…”

Taking your chin , gently , he turned your head to face him.

“You can’t just say romantic stuff like that Jojo, I’ll fall for you more than I already have.”

Jojo was breathless, he had always imagined you saying those words but now that you did , it felt absolutely surreal. His lips landed on yours, kissing you softly and slowly. Your hands found the nape of his neck , deepening the kiss. It was like time had stopped. Arms wrapping around your waist, he pulled you closer , his hands at the small of your back. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You never wanted this moment to end but then Jojo pulled away from you, groaning.

You were alarmed . Were you not a good kisser? Had you done something wrong? “Wh-what is it?”

“Lookie heres, Al.” Race and Albert were leaning against the door frame.

“Yous two continue, as you were. Don’t mind us. We’ll pretend that wes ain’t even here.” Race gave you his signature smirk and winked at you. You and Jojo exchanged a glance.

Picking up the pillows , the two of you threw them at the boys. Jojo got up and shoved them out of the room locking the door. Race and Albert were taken aback. They started banging on the door.

“De La Guerra , you dick!”

“Where are wes gonna sleep?!”

“You’ll find some place! Ask Finch or Mush!”

Jojo smiled innocently at you. You propped yourself on your forearms, and nodded approvingly.

“They’ll be fine.”

He hovered above you and caught your lips in a kiss once more. For once, you were kinda glad that there was a huge crack in your floor and hole in your wall.

But you’d thank Race and Albert some other time.

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A/N: I write way too much.

request are open , send me some stuff! I have a few other things im working on , on the way too :)

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damnjooon · 6 years

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Don't reject me|1

Genre: Fluff|Angst- ManagerAu

Word count: 2281

Part: 1

Time had really flashed past you like the movie marathons you proudly took part of when you weren't fulled with layered schedules. It felt like just yesterday, you had just landed in a foreign country where you would spend most your youth in, South Korea.

Lately, you've been brutally busy with work. Bighit, the company you worked at, was gaining more attention and success, well the group that is under BigHit, BTS. You were lucky enough to be a manager for the seven members. But due to risk of starting rumors, your employment was kept undercover, people mistaking you as a make up artist (though you weren't so good).

You were excited for the upcoming months, Bang Pd announced that there would be another world tour two months ago, and the day had finally arrived. You were prepping for transportation and where the boys would be accommodated at in the multiple countries that you would also adventure through. You finished earlier than expected so you packed all the necessary equipment that is vital for traveling: monthly protection, your laptop, various types of clothing and your nikon d3400 camera. You fell asleep really early, as it was your turn to drive the members to the airport.

9:15PM BANG P.D: Just a reminder that it is your responsibility to pick up the members. They depart at 10:00AM. If possible, could you be at the airport by 7:50? Our last flight was delayed due to paparazzi.

9:16PM Y/n: Of course. Ill make sure they get there safely as well. Sejin, Hyunsoo, Hobeom, Jigaemae and I have it all undercover. Don't worry too much.

9:17PM Bang P.D: Thank you y/n. Enjoy yourself for me yes? Once you return, you'll wish you would've...

9:17PM Y/n: :) I will, thank you Bang P.D enjoy your free time as well...

You slept peacefully in your studio apartment. Though you were still, you felt that you could explode, overwhelmed by the events that would take place. Imagining all the famous landmarks and traditional foods you would experience, you dozed off to La la land...

The song, 'Fireflies' by Owl City (a childhood song) greeted you awake. It was currently 3:00AM and it took you an hour to drive to work then pick up the boys. You only had an hour to reorganize yourself so that you would arrive at the airport on time. As much time as it sounded like, you were still in a hurry, fearing you would disappoint your boss. You threw your luggage inside your car, remembering to grab everything, then dashed to the building to transfer cars in order to pick up the boys.

As expected, you were at the members apartment 1 hour earlier than you intended. You rang Jin knowing he would be awake. After two rings the call was answered...

Y/n: "Hey Jin, are the others all up?"

Jin: "No, "Hi Jin did you sleep well?""

Y/n: "Ohh gosh I am sorry my lord, did thy lord sleep peacefully?"

Jin: "Yess~ I did"

Y/n: "You're such a dork... Are they?"

Jin: "Yeah we're all awake, Jungkook woke us up. Are you here yet?"

Y/n: "Wow Jungkook did? And yeah"

Jin: "Cause it's you (mumbling), I mean were on our way"

Y/n: "K see you then, peace out~"

It didn't take them long to arrive at the car. You exchanged greetings with each and every member but Jungkook. He shrugged your greetings away merely giving any attention. Jungkook gave you mixed emotions, as if he was still a stuck up teen. Somedays he can be very bubbly and cheeky, enjoyable to be around with (though you both didn't talk to each other much). Somedays he would be overly bitchy, his famous stone cold eyes plastered onto his face. Unfortunately, it was one of "those" days.

Y/n: "We're pretty early and I didn't eat breakfast, down for some burgers?"- eyes observing the empty roads.

HS: "Who the hell eats burgers for breakfast?"

Y/n: "Me, unless you have a healthier decision"

NJ: "Let's just go to a Café"

Y/n: "Fine~ what you all want"

TH: "Hot chocolate please"

JM: "Iced Green tea"

HS: "Coffe for me, large i didn't get much sleep. Hixtape..."

YG: "Americano"

NJ: "Yeah me too"

Jin: "mmm I want juice"

Y/n: "Guys i aint gonna remember anything just text me it, im driving here."

You looked for the closest Café in sight, finding one a few stores down the road. As concentrated as you were, you felt a set of eyes burning behind your head. You knew it was Jungkook. Jungkook stop looking at me. Moments later you parked up the car and headed into the Café to order what they desired to snack on whilst also buying you something to eat. You returned to the van, passing out the drinks to all the members.

Y/n: "Man the lady was giving me hella attitude. She was like "Is that just for you, it seems like too much". Even if it was mine, why would it matter to her, I'm the one that pays for her pay check".

After taking small nibbles from your sandwich, you continued your destination towards the airport. Traffic was slowly building up, so you took the shortest route possible. Out of pure instinct, you looked up at the rear mirror, there he was again. Jungkook's eyes dark and mysteriously scrutinized on your eyes. As tempting as he looked, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Stop looking at me! It was as if you said those words aloud because all the members were looking at you, than back to Jungkook in a rather awkward and confused expression.

After 45 minutes you parked up the van in it's designated location, a smile across your simple features. Remembering that you were a girl, you slipped your phone out of your pocket dialling Sejin's number into your phone.

Y/n: "Hey Sejin, I'm here."

SJ: "You are? Wow your early it's only 7. Im gonna be running a little late... Girlfriend, but I'll text Jigaemae, he'll escort them inside."

Y/n: "Hah I can't relate. How long will he take?"

SJ : "mmm approximately half an hour?? 40 minutes no later."

Y/n: "Then what do I do?... Gosh, sometimes I wish I was a man so I could just walk with them casually."

SJ: "Yeah, sadly it will cause false rumors. I have no clue just, I don't know make sure they have everything I guess?"

Y/n: "For 30 minutes?"

SJ: "Just do something... I have to go, see you there."

Y/n: "Suppose so, catch ya later".

You hung the phone up and banged your head against the head rest out of irritation and boredom. The vibration of your phone grabbed your attention which you opened, surprised by a notification by Jungkook.

7:16AM Jungkook: Why are you banging your head like that...

7:16AM Y/n: U do realize were in the same car, breathing the same air...

7:17AM Jungkook: It's more private.

You left him on read as Jigaemae also sent you a message.

7:18AM Jigsaw: Why me?? Out of all the manager's. Sejin chooses me. Does he know how small I am!?! ILL GET CRUSHED

You sniggered at his cry for help, grabbing Jungkooks attention

7:19AM y/n: Too bad :p Im a girl. I can just imagine you getting squeezed between the paparazzi and a bodyguard. How fascinating ㅎㅎㅎㅎ

7:19AM Jigsaw: Im on my wayy ㅠㅠ By the time we get in the plane. Im gonna b in pieces.

7:19AM y/n: Hey at least we r travelling!! Plus we get paid too so win win!

7:20AM Jigsaw: For u! U can just walk in without a mob tackling ㅠㅡㅠ u!! Wish me luck, im gonna need it

7:20AM y/n: 후후후후 화이팅 Good luck shorty!

You locked the screen, satisfied with both the conversation and the reoccurring thought of Jigaemae crammed between a bodyguard and a metal pole. Jungkook however, was completely the opposite to how you felt. He oozed Jealousy and bleeded rage, he hated that anything he did never caught your attention. He wanted you, he didn't want the thousands and hundreds of girls that loved and worshiped him, or the most prettiest, smartest, open-minded women on earth, he wanted you. Honestly, you didn't have any features that made you stand out from the crowd, but to him you glowed everything he couldn't find in other people.

You asked the members if they had everything and if they wanted anything from the airport before you went.

Jk: "Can I come with you, please?"

Y/n: "I would say yes Jungkook but its too risky of a move".

Jk: "I have my mask?"

Y/n: "But your build. Every fan knows how well maintained and sculptured it is. Its just too risky".

Nj: "Cut him some slack man y/n. Just let him it'll be more interesting".

Y/n: "Okay~"

You were partially frustrated with Jungkook, he always asked if he could accompany you. Sometimes you just needed air away from work.

Jk: "So who was that you were texting? Boyfriend?"

Y/n: "Jungkook, you know im as lonely as your chilly pepper. Just like youse, I'm too busy working."

Jk: "Haha chilly pepper..."

The weather was cold and wet, it had started to pour, hitting the roads and uncovered pavements. The rain always made you feel at ease, melting your worries and stress with one drop of water.

Jungkook scanned your features, watching you admire the scenery. Why are you so...y/n. He was crazy for you. Whenever you entered the building wearing skirts or business shirts he would imagine himself ripping them off you and pounding into you until you basically scream his name. He couldn't help himself, he was a man after all. He really wished you would show some interest in him or at least reply to his cheesy flirting skills.

You and Jungkook strolled around the airport hoping to kill time. The mini journey was silent, none of you dared to ruin the comfortable atmosphere. As you were on your way back to the van, You spotted Jigaemae and Hyunsoo a few cars before the van.

Y/n: "Jigaemae, Hyunsoo!" - waving your hands, recklessly.

Jg: "Y/n! Jungkook!"

Hy: "Hello."

After exchanging each others presence, you strolled back to the van blabbing about business. From the corner of your eye, Jungkook was bulging his tongue from inside his cheeks, eyes focus on nothing but your small steps.

15 Minutes past, the boys were supervised by both their managers and the bulky thick men, muscles filling in every space between the boys. You couldn't control yourself and chuckle at the scene that unraveled before your eyes: the flashing of lights and bodies touching each and every person thirsty for a glimpse of the kpop sensation. Meeting up with your coworkers, you finalized any trips, hotels and management needed for the upcoming "vacation". Though one of your colleagues were gossiping about another colleague, you heard another discussion take place that interested you more.

Yb: "Someone told me that Jungkook likes someone in the company..."

Lp: "Yeah I heard about it too!" - whispering

Yb: "Who do you think it is? My eyes are on the new intern, she's always coming back with hickey's on her neck these days".

Lp: "I doubt it, I reckon he's into noonas that are dominant, you know?"

Yb: "Who like y/n?"

Your ears flinched with the sound of your name, intrigued that people thought you were 1) that sort of person 2) stimulating enough for a worldwide idol to see you in such light.

Lp: "Exactly yeah, just like her. I've seen the way he looks at her. When she's busy talking to another guy, he does that tongue thing. We all know what that means."

Yb: "Actually I've seen it too. I wish he liked me. I mean she isn't that pretty, I actually look more decent than her, V told me so."

Stop being so full of yourself. He only said you look pretty not better than my sexy body. You thought to yourself. The buzzing of your phone indicated that they were in the waiting room, ready for department. You informed everyone that it was time to go, effortlessly treading towards the room that held the seven members.

Y/n: "Is that everyone? Okay so we are all lucky enough to ride business class due to Bang pdnim so In favor for the big boss, let's enjoy ourselves and work hard as well!"

"YESS!!"

You all entered the airplane pleased that you wouldn't be spending 12 hours with a knot in your neck and sweaty arms colliding into each other. As you were Jungkooks personal manager, you were given the chair closest to the window, next to Jungkook. A big fat bunny grin planted on his face. Jungkook took this opportunity to know you better.

After the plane took off into the air you unbuckled yourself, snatching your camera from your bag. You snapped numerous photos of Seoul, watching the city minimize as the airplane flew higher into the air. Jungkook did not hesitate to appreciate your piquant side profile repetitively reminding himself why he fell for you in the first place. After your satisfied approval to yourself, you placed the camera back into your bag and sat back, letting the sofa chair massage your tense muscles.

Jk: "So, how's life?"

Without realising, your eyelids gradually grew heavier, which you cowardly admitted defeat. Jungkook was head over heels for you, even though you were snoring and drool dripped from your chin he couldn't help but think that one day he would wake up to this you...

Jk: "Hey, I like you. Please don't reject me."

A/N: It is I, the author. I am planning on doing a series for this.. Since it's the holidays nxt week. Ill do regular updates just simply comment if you want me to so I know I'm not doing this for nothing you know?

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