#i'll try and do michael if i'm in the MOOD
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shynrinn · 1 year ago
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when michael is late and you're bored so you tempt mortals
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yoiisa · 1 month ago
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𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 #𝟑 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚
hurt/comfort, kaiser sucks but he's trying his best (my boy ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ ), reader has a tough time, slight angst with fluff
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thinking about how michael kaiser would comfort you after seeing you cry for the first time!! ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა
you genuinely don't know how it started, but somehow kaiser became your boyfriend, and you couldn't be happier about it, really. for all his bravado and ego, he did care about you in his own way. he made sure you had everything you could ever want and constantly messaged you, vying to be the center of your attention.
that being said, the two of you were still relatively early on in your relationship, and there were sides he hadn't fully seen yet . . . such as you crying.
the day started out rough, but as time went on, it only worsened. by the time you got home, you were so drained. you toe off your shoes and put them on the rack, before slumping back against the door. you slide down to the floor, before hugging your knees to your chest. you rest your head on your knees and sigh, finally having a chance to relax.
you stay like that for who knows how long, at one point falling asleep entirely. you wake up with a pain in your neck to your phone buzzing. its vibrations carry it across the floor away from you, and your heart stops when you see that it's kaiser.
you jump for it, scooping it up in your arm and hitting the green accept button.
"hello?"
"[name]! where the hell are you?! you were supposed to be here an half an hour ago!"
"f-for what?" you ask, your voice tiny.
"for what- seriously. this girl," he grumbles. "our date! did you seriously forget?"
"o-oh, right. I'm so sorry michael, i-i'll get ready now and head straight over-"
"don't bother, the mood's gone. if you didn't care enough to come on time, well then i don't care either. do what you want," and with that harsh statement, he hangs up.
you stare off into space, feeling your heart grow heavier in your chest. you look over at your phone to see the two other missed calls from kaiser and the messages asking where you were and if you were okay.
you can't help the tears from burning in your eyes, before they finally fall, racing down your face. it's not that you meant to forget, but you'd just been so tired and you were already so upset. now you've upset your boyfriend too.
you type out a i'm sorry and send it to him, before setting your phone on the kitchen island and walking to your bedroom. you collapse onto your bed cry yourself to sleep, not bothering to properly eat anything or change out of your clothes into something more comfortable.
when you wake, someone's shaking your shoulder. you glance over your shoulder and in your hazy state, can't tell if you're dreaming your boyfriend or not. kaiser is sitting on your bed, his eyes peering down at you with an expression you can't read.
you squeeze your eyes shut and turn back the other way, curling more into yourself. however, kaiser's hand on your shoulder tightens and he spins you onto your back. he leans over you, a hand on either side of your face. his eyebrows pinch together as he glances over your face. you must look horrible right now, and it's just making you feel worse.
"i'm sorry," you squeeze out. "i'm really sorry i forgot about our date. i'll make it up, i promise."
"shut up. have you been crying?" he asks, his voice tight. when you meet his cerulean eyes, your's sting again. your bottom lip trembles and kaiser's breath hitches. "why are you crying?"
"misha . . . " you sob. your arms go up and wrap around his neck, pulling him down to you. your tears wet the crook of his neck. "i had such a bad day. by the time i got home i just kinda collapsed on the floor and fell asleep. i didn't-"
kaiser shushes you. he turns onto his side and cradles your head in his hand, brushing your hand over his hair.
your stomach growls and he asks, "have you eaten anything?" when you shake your head, he sighs and pulls back. he wipes your tears and sighs. "i'll . . . i'll get you food. it'll only get worse on an empty stomach."
"but-"
he cups his hand over your mouth and presses his forehead against yours. "shut up. just . . . you had a hard time. it's fine. forget about the date. i'm over it."
his voice becomes strained as he stares into your teary eyes. he shakes his head before practically forcing out, "just don't cry, i . . . i can't stand it."
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iqxatlantic · 4 months ago
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heyyyy love your fics <333
can you do sugar daddy Kaiser who's always been rude and rough with reader but one day when he realises he's falling in love with them he's really gentle, asking how they feel and praising them? if possible can you do fluff along with nsfw???
ahh hii anon!! thank uu i appreciate ur words <33 anywayss i love the plot ohh gosh ygs r so creative omg
"And all I wanna do is stay with HER"
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ft. michael kaiser . sugar daddy! kaiser . ooc! kaiser lol... . ness is in the story omg! . is ness ooc! too... . yes ness is ooc asw . character development.? . eventual smut . sex gulp... . piv ! . afab! reader . mistreated! reader ... . fluff asw . unreliable narrator
wc: 1.0k
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"she's annoying." kaiser grumbled, taking a sip of wine. ness looked at him, "[name] cares about you that's why." the magician tried to lighten the mood. clearly, it didn't work.
"she just wants fucking money." he retorted. ness frowned, "can't you look at it in a positive way.? at least she's trying. take a look at all the others you've had."
that sentence had kaiser reflecting for a bit. "huh. i suppose you have a point for once, ness." the prodigy felt himself get a little flushed. "you're treating her so rough, how often does she even ask for money.?" ness continued. "don't be so harsh man! she's trying..."
the emperor tsked. "if she's so 'perfect' you take her then." he grumbled. jeez this guy is really helpless man... ness looked at kaiser disgusted for the first time.
"keep acting like that and she's bound to become who you think she really is." ness thought as he picked himself up and left kaiser to his thoughts.
later within the night, kaiser found himself scrolling through your photos after sending you some money (oh need that.) it hit him you were gorgeous. pretty face with a kind heart.. he was going to go insane.
the more he scrolled the more he admired your beauty. you radiated an aura that he just couldn't place his finger on. perfection was a word too vague to describe it.
shaking his head, he set his phone down. hands on his head, he was wondering. what the literal hell was he doing.? all he's ever done was treat you like shit because he had such horrendous experiences with others.
i mean, you were like the others. you were just there for the money... and attention i guess. but there was something more to it. he was just to blind to see it. (tf r ur glasses for mihya bro.)
it was late — hella late. 2:32 A.M.? there's no way you'd come over right? so what the heck were you doing at his door in a matter of moments?
kaiser opened his door, surprised. "you — you actually came?" he asked, somewhat in disbelief. "i'm right here aren't i, dumbass.. plus you called." you shrugged.
the satin on the bed somewhat wrinkled as the both of you sat down. "um, so why'd you want me to come ove-" you were quickly interrupted by an apology. "[name], liebling. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for my behaviour, how i treated you. scheiße, i'm so fuckin' sorry."
he held your visibly smaller and softer hands. his hands feeling quite the opposite. you were kinda a dumbass, "wha — michael huh...?" you shook your head giggling, "what are you apologizing for?"
his gorgeous blue eyes stared into yours. "don't act coy with me, [name]. you don't need to forgive me. i'll do whatever for your forgiveness. please. do you want more money? gifts.? flowers..? wha.. god. what do you want?!" kaiser asked desperately.
you looked at him with a deadpan expression. god, has this man ever been treated alright.? "mihya, i don't really want anything. yea i mean i love money i mean — who doesn't love money. but i'm not here solely because of money." you sighed.
"yes, you have money is definitely a positive trait but, you have more to it. money isn't the only thing that makes you lovable." you continued to ramble. his hands released yours. you were caught in his embrace.
"mihya.?" you whispered. kaiser knew how scary it was to love someone. the amount of devotion you must give. the time and effort. one wrong move? it could all crumble.
his embrace got tighter, you were tensing a little bit up. was he gonna beat you like what the heck is goin' on?! he knew you were always running away from love, 'cause your daddy never gave you enough :((
hey, same for him as well, no? "meine liebe." kaiser breathed, "let's try again together. i'm done with the 'you deserve better' bullshit. i have the choice to be better and i'm taking it."
he loosened his embrace on you, hands on your shoulders. you met his gaze. all it could scream was blue of desperation. not going to even lie, most dedication you've seen in your whole life.
you were still skeptical — hell, i can't blame you! you've been mistreated all the time by partners, getting taken advantage of... what change is this rich and attractive man going to do? he has the money, the women ugh... thinking about it made your head hurt.
"what do you say, liebling. let me show you.?" he leaned in, mumbling into your ear. hah! as if you'd believe what he said and give him a chance.
kaiser would be lying if he said he didn't regret making up with you earlier. he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. hell! every bit of fiber within him missed you! his lips on yours, oh gosh. he's going crazy. :c
a little while after what was supposed to be a sweet make out, he found himself aligning his tip to your slit. you had glossy eyes as you stared back up at him. he had you pinned onto the bed...
"are you sure?" he asked stroking your stomach, his hands then tracing your curves. "fuu-uck. you're perfect." he mumbled. you nodded in response.
as he buried his length into your warmth he swore he got sent to heaven. "sh-shit.. scheißescheißescheiße...! please you're made for me..." he continued, his lips once more pressed onto yours.
nah, at this point his cock was stretching your opening... it hurt. kaiser broke off the kiss as he groaned, "you take me so damn well.. i'm sorry for being so horrid to you."
you were practically crying, was it cause the sex was good? cause of kaiser? you didn't know! "m-hya.." you sobbed out so sweetly. it was kaiser's last straw.
your walls were sucking his member in man..! how could he not..? your noises could kill him oh gosh! one last thrust and his length was kissing your womb :c "i'm sorry meine liebe, i-" the emperor didn't even get to finish his sentence as he finished in you <3
he pulled out just to push his fingers back in. admiring your form and expression. maaaan, kaiser couldn't ask for a better girl >< dawn came, so did kaiser, 'cept he n you came multiple times :3 kaiser could make it better. all he needed was just one more day with ya.
— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025
tags !! : @twijaxx ♡, @kyvkc
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a/n: hey guys.. hey anon.. guess who's finally back heh... my writers block actually fried me so bad its diabolical man.. yes i lost motivation half way along w the plot tbf i had this in my drafts for 2 weeks or smth... i'm so sorry if this wasn't what y'all wanted ill cook for the future ones ;-; not proofread btw good GAWDDDD if kaiser was my sugar daddy man.. money and hes hot YES PLSS (no im nawt shallow but tuition fees are booty bro yall cant blame me.) yes this is all yap ALL MY NOTES ARE YAP OK </3 but um.. yay ilygs a lot mwa mwa <3
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miltonbarbie · 8 days ago
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Please hear me out I will give you my soul.
Michael Kaiser and his gf that he finds so cute he takes out all his cute aggression inside of her instead 💔
YES. FINALLY!! My calling... I have been summoned! ✧。٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*。
౨౿‧₊ ᵎᵎ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪෆɴ 🧸 .ᐟ
F!reader x Michael Kaiser who finally caved into his desires...
(NSFW)
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He knew you meant well, and he really did try his hardest not to stare at your ass when you woke him up this morning in nothing but his t-shirt, and those pink Lacey panties he got you for your birthday a few weeks ago.
You've done a lot of things to make him swoon and obsess over you, whether it being purposeful or not. But lately he's been finding real hard to keep his dick in his pants.
Whether it being you doing a simple 360 for him in a skirt you bought to look pretty for him, sleeping with your teddy bear he may or may not be secretly jealous off, or bending over in front of him with your backside "accidentally" grazing on him.
"Micha!~ You've been sleeping allllll day, g'morning!" You nudged him, grabbing him by both his arms and gently rocking him awake. There you were, his sweet loving girlfriend, with the same voice causing that massive tent in his pants.. How wonderful.
You've been living together for quite a while, and day after day after day he'd have to restraint himself from fucking you dumb on his cock because you were just to innocent to understand whenever he'd try and set the mood (¬_¬")💢
You had that adorable smile on your face, already so clingy in the morning.. Ruffling his hair, kissing his face, cooing him for how much of a sweet boyfriend he was.. He was panting in his pillow like a dog in heat at every word you spoke.
"M- Meine Leibe... Could you give me a minute? I'll be out, Micha promises." He gritted his teeth, his voice slightly strangled as he peeked out his covers to see your perfect ass leaving his room to give him some privacy. "M'kay, bye bye! I love you!"
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He had jerked himself off instead, knowing he didn't have the guts to lay a perverted finger on you.. For now.
He was never a morning person, so everything at the moment was pissing him the hell off. But he just couldn't stay mad at you when he saw you push over a plate of pancakes towards him.
"For me?" "For you!"
You were leaned over the counter, smiling at him like the doll you were. He gripped his fork tighter, and put on a fake smile back.
He walked towards you, pulling you into a hug, your face buried in his torso as he held you awfully tight. He was patting your head, slowly moving down to grip your hips instead. "Aww, thank you baby.. I'm so grateful for you sometimes, I could just-"
You felt a shiver go up your spine as he groped your ass, fingers sneakily rubbing your slit through your panties. His fake-ass smile turned into a wicked grin.
"AH!" You gasped in horror, cheeks turning red.
"Oohh no.. Sorry Liebling.. Micha's hands slipped.." He teased, feigning innocence. He slipped his two fingers under the waistband of your underwear and started playing with your clit, maintaining eye contact. "You're soaked, huh? Stupid slut.. I knew you weren't innocent." His expression darkened into a scowl, shoving you against the kitchen counter and kissing you like he was a man starved.
His fingers were in knuckles-deep, you both could hear the filthy squelching sounds from your pretty pussy as you whined in response. "U- Unngh..~ S'mean..!" You whimpered, your lips forming into a pout. He glared at you in response, his fingers suddenly picking up the pace.
"Oh yeah? I'm mean? You've been teasing me all month, and I'm mean?" He said between gritted-teeth, watching as your face contorted with pleasure. "H- hhaah!~ M- Michaaaa s- stop that!~♡"
"Or what? You're gonna cum? And just from my fingers too.. Now imagine how it's gonna feel when I breed the shit out of your fucking cunt.." He panted in your ear, his body weight continuing to push you harder on the counter. You could practically hear his smirk growing.
"Cumming! C- cumming M- Michha!~" You squealed, your high-pitched whines going straight to his core. You tightened your thighs around his hand but he pulled away before you could finish. And you were left a desperate, whiny mess.
"Why'd you stop..?" You looked up at him desperately, and he held his slick-covered fingers in front of your face. Without a word, shoving them into your mouth. "Hmmm.. Because I can, silly girl." He hummed in amusement as you gagged on his fingers, pulling them out after a couple seconds.
"You don't like it when it's you being teased now, huh?" He pouted at you in fake remorse, fumbling his pants off when you were focused on his face.
You felt his bare length poking you through your panties, and you were nearly drooling from the sight because fuck- Michael Kaiser wasn't an average man..
"Fffuck Liebling.. It's so wet and I'm not even in yet.." He groaned, throwing his head back as he humped you with the little fabric in between you two. His hard bulge was grinding against your clothed pussy with desperation, and it already felt too big to fit.
"Put it in already.." You pleaded, and he grinned down at you like he won a trophy.
"You're so fucking cute." He lifted your legs up to toss your nuisance of underwear to the ground, then pushed you down so you were laying completely flat on the counter.
He didn't give you any time to adjust to him, slamming into your dripping cunt and rutting inside of you. "Do you- Haah..~ Know how long I've waited for this?" He asked, his smirk faltering slightly as he thrusted inside of you with every word.
You struggled to form words, choking out a sob with your knees pinned to your chest. "N- nuuh.. aH!~ Gentle- Please!" You begged, tongue lolled out and nails scratching at the counter top.
"Gentle? Hell no." He snarled, increasing his pace. The squelches from you two were downright horrendous, and he was getting off on it like a sicko. "I'm gonna c- cum- Fuck.." He buried his face in your neck, a whine escaping his mouth as he ground his cock into your cervix.
Tears fell down your pretty face, pulling and yanking on his hair for support. "I- I can't take it Micha!" "Shut up and let me- Ungh.." He didn't get to finish his sentence before his seed spilled out, filling your womb and pulling out with a satisfied grunt.
Your legs were twitching, bruised from his painfully harsh grip. You sniffled, and he sighed. "You wanna get ice cream?" He asked lovingly, wiping your tears with his thumb.
You smiled as he kissed the top of your head.
"Yes, please."
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Heh... I've done it once again. ദ്ദി˶ー̀֊ー́ ) ✧ Thank you my sweet Anon for requesting! I think this was one of my favs I've written so far!
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szarina · 8 months ago
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Hiii✨ I really really like your writing and I saw your requests are open so I was wondering if you could do a one shot fanfic where (itoshi brothers,Kaiser, shido and any other character you want) realize that reader is wearing their perfume
Sorry if this is dumb, have a good day🎀
❝ MY SCENT IN YOUR SKIN. ❞
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FEATURING. ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, MICHAEL KAISER, SHIDOU RYUSEI
CONTENT WARNINGS. suggestive themes.
SYNOPSIS. blue lock boys reacting to you wearing their perfume.
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ITOSHI RIN
the room are filled with screams, the sound of stabbing and flesh being ripped apart echoed in the confines of his room. rin didn't even blink when a jump scare appeared. the screen flashing with red, white and black color.
rin glanced at the clock. you would be home any time now and he was right. he hears the jingling of keys outside and the loud voice of your greeting him that you were home.
“rin!” you call out to him, leaning to kiss his cheek and rin gets a whiff out of your cologne, his cologne. his nose flaring a bit upon smelling you.
“you used my cologne?” you nodded in response. “ah, i'm sorry rin. that party was long and i know i'll be missing you so i used yours.”
the younger itoshi only stared at you. it wasn't obvious but you see his face softens. “it's fine. you should use it often.” he blankly says and your heart warmed at his words. you nodded.
after that, rin made sure to buy an extra bottle of his cologne.
ITOSHI SAE
sae glances at your plush form. cuddling a pillow while you scroll past your phone. silently giggling at the cute reels that you're watching. he quirks an eyebrow and then he gets a little closer to confirm his suspicion.
there it is, his perfume lingering in your clothes. “you're wearing my cologne.” he commented, a faint smirk tugging on his lips.
you press the button in the side of your phone, locking it. turning around to face him. “yeah.” beaming at him. proud of what you had done.
“it suits you.”
“of course.” you crawled to him. meeting him for a kiss before going back to cuddle your pillow.
sae gets back to his book. glancing at you one last time and he smiled. longer than he wanted to.
MICHAEL KAISER
if there is only one good thing in a party, it would be you.
michael was running out of patience. trying not to show his discomfort and annoyance at the sponsors flocking to him. praising him. well, they should be. he's michael kaiser and no one else.
before he could strangle the nearest person, you appeared. making your way towards him. the dress you were wearing suits you nice. hugging the existing curves you have and your make up expertly done.
“michael.” you purred. pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
he wraps his arm around your plush waist. his mood now calmer and is that his cologne you're wearing? it must be.
“you smell divine, liebe.” michael whispers you. knowing the full implication cause you're wearing his cologne. you only hummed in response. snuggling closer to his body and ignoring the people that surrounds you both. michael did the same.
his grip tight on you the whole time. no matter how bad the party was, it's going to be only good when you're with him.
SHIDOU RYUSEI
dating shidou means that you deal with his behaviors. didn't matter if you're in public. he will do whatever he want. taken by the heat of the moment.
wearing his perfume wasn't a good idea and you're in the middle of the field. the thousand spectators watching you both as shidou slaps you ass. holding a firm grip on it while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“damn, babe. you're riling me up.” his voiced laced with amusement. thrilled beyond comprehension and shidou is beyond hard than he could ever imagine. his hardness pressing in your thigh. thank god, it's concealed.
shidou doesn't have any problem with it but to you. it will he a mess, so you try to promise him that he can do whatever he wants to you. just wait for the moment this will be all done and he can ravage you.
now you know that wearing his cologne isn't good when in public.
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abbysimsfun · 8 months ago
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 90 (Under Pressure)
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cw: a bit of coarse language from River, it's just his voice.
Light snow fell over Sable Square on this sunny winter morning, and Conrad tensed his shoulders as he opened the front door. But his best friend and future brother-in-law stood before him, and Conrad relaxed as he stepped out to greet him.
"Hey Riv. What are you doing here? We're gonna be in Henford in two days."
"I'm off for a few weeks with Cass and baby Sammy, but I wanted to talk when we weren't surrounded by family," River said. "Everyone's kinda worried about you, you know."
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"Everything's fine. Work's just a little stressful right now."
"Yeah? Those security cameras are pretty intense. You've got that restraining order, and Hazel said you guys brought home a ghost from your date last night...?"
"He's not a ghost anym- Is there anything your family doesn't talk about with each other?"
"Not really, but you knew that already. Are my sister and her kids in some kind of danger?"
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Conrad shook his head stiffly. "No."
River studied him. "That's good, because you know if you put a Landgraab in danger, that old bitch who hates my sister will probably have you killed."
He laughed a little but wasn't kidding, and Conrad shifted uncomfortably. "I've got to get to work soon, but come on in for a few minutes."
River followed him inside and greeted Gord with a smile. "You're also about to miss the deadline for our fantasy sportsball league."
"I completely forgot that was this week. I'm sorry. Maybe I should skip it this time around. My head's kind of jammed lately. I haven't even kept up on offseason trades."
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"Dude, you're not okay at all. You're the first one in every season..."
"Riv, I just have a lot going on." He tried, but failed, to bottle his frustration with himself, but his reply came out terse and unwelcoming. If everyone could see his stress, he wasn't managing his secrets, but he didn't mean to take it out on River. "Sorry."
"It's alright...I brought the number for that ring designer you asked for, too." He paused, and Conrad didn't fill the silence. "You should go see Cass' mom. Every time she calls, she says how stressed you are. Cass thinks she talks like you're one of her kids, but that's Bella Goth for you - everyone's family to her. Besides, you and my sister have gotten into some real Goth-flavoured shit the last couple years, so it's no wonder she's started thinking of you like family."
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Conrad laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe it's just a Brindleton Bay thing for everyone in town to pick up strays. How are you doing? How's Michael adjusting to having a new baby at home?"
"Michael loves Sammy, but he doesn't understand why the baby just stares at him so far."
"Ash was like that. Now Lavender tries babbling with him and he's a lot more interested. Seeing them together kinda makes me wish I had a sibling or two."
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"Dude, you've got plenty these days." River stood from the sofa and tightened his scarf. "Listen, I'll get going. I told Cass I'd stop in to see her mother before I left town, myself. It'll be great to see you this weekend, and just...take it easy, okay? No case is more important than my sister and those kids."
"They're my entire world, man. If they're ever in danger, I'll do anything to keep them safe. Thank you for coming by, but I'm handling the stress. I swear to the Watcher."
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River leaned in for a hug before they both left the house on Sable Square. He thought about their conversation the whole way to the precinct, about Heather's suspicions, needy Ximena, and angry old George Brindleton. By the time Conrad made it to work, he felt like his heart could explode from his chest.
He made a beeline for the break room and hit redial on the unlisted number he knew would be Ximena. This time, she picked up after only two rings.
"Conrad, do you need me?"
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"Where's your brother?" He kept his voice low to ensure no one might overhear if they walked in the room.
"If I knew, I wouldn't have found you to ask for help."
"You found me before you said he went missing. What did you want then? Just me, right? Then what? Things start to go a little sideways with the cartel and you remember I said I'd help you if you ever left, the day I finally left you? But you never left, did you? When's the last time you worked for Los Tigres?"
"Four months ago."
"You and Jimmy, huh. How did it go?"
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"It should have gone better!"
"Did they take your brother?"
"It's possible."
"Ximena, I can't do this. I can't help you. I've got kids. I'm not getting mixed up with you and that world again. When it might've been some degenerates trying to mess with the cartel, it was different."
"So you're just going to let them do whatever they want with him? Like they did with me before I took my future into my own hands?"
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"You figured out how to beat the cartel at their own game once. If you're really against them and this isn't another lie, do it again for your brother. I'm not going to start investigating the cartel just because they've cut you out after too many bad deliveries." She stammered, and Conrad sighed. "Did you not think I'd read your file after you found me again? You don't even know that's who took Rafa."
"So you're really out? Even though it's Rafa." The sweet voice she put on for him had disappeared.
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"Good luck, Ximena. I'm out."
He shook from a mix of anger and guilt when he hung up the phone and blocked her latest number. He was angry at her, but angrier at himself for letting it get this far. To never see her again wouldn't trouble him, but the mystery of Rafa's disappearance wouldn't be so easy to leave behind.
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Yet River was right, as usual. He had to let it go. Heather and his family deserved his attention more than Ximena. More than Rafa.
He changed into shorts and a t-shirt and found one of the punching bags unoccupied in the upstairs gym. He funnelled a torrent of guilt and frustration through his gloves, pounding the leather bag at the end of his gloved fists.
For the rest of the day, Conrad stuck close to his desk to organize his case files. When 6p.m. hit, his head still clouded with stress, he clocked out and headed home.
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But he remembered what River suggested and changed course, driving his cruiser across the bridge to Cavalier Cove, instead. ->
<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start
Meanwhile, Ximena returned home and made herself a sandwich. Anyone recognize her apartment? 👀
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noobiestnoober · 2 months ago
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Cringe and Command (Wesker's Assistant Chronicles)
You’re Albert Wesker's assistant. Unfortunately for him, you refuse to take his villain speeches seriously. Even worse? You keep calling them cringe. He tries to fire you. Repeatedly. But somehow, you're still on payroll. Honestly, he might need therapy more than world domination.
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"The world shall kneel before my new order," Wesker intoned, voice dripping with menace as red warning lights blinked around the lab, painting his cheekbones in dramatic crimson shadows.
You rolled your eyes from your spinning chair in the corner. "That line sounds like a villain wrote it after binge-watching bad anime dubs. Cringe."
Wesker froze mid-speech like someone had unplugged him. "Excuse me?"
You sipped from your Umbrella-logo mug. "I'm just saying, if you want people to actually kneel, you might wanna update your material. Maybe something less ‘theatre kid turned fascist.’"
His jaw flexed. "You're fired."
"Cool. I'll pack after I finish fixing your disaster of a PowerPoint presentation. Seriously, slide three transitions simulate a car chase. Did you mean to make it look like a Michael Bay film?"
Wesker glared, his sunglasses somehow reflecting your judgmental stare even though you were indoors. You glared back, wholly unimpressed. The red lights continued to blink like a rave for evil plans, unnoticed by both of you.
Day 34
Wesker tried to fire you again after you brought cupcakes to a top-secret Umbrella executive meeting and insisted everyone sing happy birthday to Nemesis.
"You are the worst assistant I've ever had," he snapped, lips twitching like he was trying not to scream.
"Nemesis deserves joy, Albert," you replied calmly, placing a party hat on a bio-organic weapon—roughly eight feet tall with a permanent snarl—that blinked once in confused gratitude.
He rubbed his temple. "I created life to destroy the world, not to… wear sprinkle cupcakes as hats."
You looked him dead in the eye. "Sounds like a you problem."
Day 46
You changed the lab’s background music to Barbie Girl during a viral sample test. Wesker entered the room to find you and Mr. X doing a synchronized head bop.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Team morale, sir."
He tried to fire you. You printed the HR handbook in Comic Sans and highlighted the clause where he couldn’t actually terminate staff without written approval from Umbrella HQ.
Day 58
You changed his password to "ILoveCringe69" and left a sticky note that said, "World domination is temporary. Memes are forever."
Wesker stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed him. He fired you via email this time. You replied with a meme of a raccoon giving a thumbs-up, captioned: "Mood."
Day 73
He returned to his office to find a slideshow titled "Top 10 Times Wesker Tried to Monologue and I Laughed."
"Number 4 was during a hostage situation!" he shouted.
"Exactly. Peak comedy."
"Get out."
You reached for your bag. "Do I take the laser pointer or...?"
He screamed into his glove.
Day 100
He gave up.
"Why are you still here?"
"Because no one else knows how to rewire the coffee machine without setting the lab on fire. Plus, I'm the only one who can decipher your handwriting. Is that 'Destroy the Resistance' or 'Dessert Inventory'?"
He stared at you. You stared back. Somewhere in the distance, a B.O.W. dropped a beaker. No one moved.
"...Fine. But no more cupcakes."
"Deal."
(You still brought cupcakes. With little Umbrella logos on top. Nemesis ate six. Wesker stared at the crumbs and muttered, "At this point, resistance is futile.")
If you want to see more of Wesker's Assistant Chaos, take a look at Part 2
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nicksalchemy1 · 1 year ago
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Bleed To Love Her
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Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Hunting with Dean after Sam had been thrown in the cage with Lucifer and Micheal was doozy. Coming across a hunt that brings up a hunt that still haunts you; the one that caused your father’s death, you revisit the case with Dean.
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You had been hunting with Dean for a few months now, ever since Sam was trapped in the cage with Lucifer and Michael. You were childhood friends, and you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember. But you never acted on it, because you knew was a womanizer. And then there was Lisa, the woman he had tried to settle down with during his year off from hunting. You knew he still loved her, even though he left her for your sake.
You were on a case in Colorado, tracking down a shapeshifter that had been killing people and taking their identities. You had a bad feeling about this one, because it reminded you of something that happened to you when you were a kid. Something you never told Dean, or anyone else.
"So, I found this case." you interject as he drove the Impala along the highway.
"What's the word on the street?" he said, glancing at you.
"Yeah, this, uh, case is different."
He frowned, and waited patiently till you spoke up.
"Okay? C’mon, spit it out."
You took a deep breath, and began to spill.
"When I was ten years old, my dad and I were hunting a shapeshifter. It was our first time dealing with one. We tracked it down to an abandoned warehouse, where it had a bunch of victims locked up in cages. We tried to free them, but the shifter ambushed us. It knocked me out, and dragged me to another room. When I woke up, I saw it standing over me. It had taken my dad's form. It smiled at me, and said 'I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to do this.' And then it stabbed him in the chest, right in front of me. I screamed, and it laughed. It said 'Don't worry, I'll make it quick for you too.' It raised the knife again, but I kicked it in the groin, and ran for the door. I managed to escape, but I never saw my dad again. He was dead, and I couldn't save him."
You paused, taking a shaky breath, feeling the old fear mingling with fresh determination.
"I think it's back, Dean. The monster we're hunting now, I see the patterns, the signs. It's him. It's the same one."
For a long moment, Dean didn't speak. Then, with a nod that was all business, he said, "Then this just got personal for both of us."
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The plan was simple yet risky: you would act as bait to draw the creature out. Dean hated it, you could tell by the way his brow furrowed and his lips formed a thin line, but he knew as well as you did that it was the best shot you had.
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid," Dean said as you wired yourself with hidden blades and a concealed microphone.
"I'm not the one who usually breaks that promise," you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn't smile.
The night was cold and unforgiving as you took your position in the abandoned warehouse where the creature had last been seen. The wait was excruciating, every shadow a potential threat, every sound a possible approach.
Then, it was there. The monster, a grotesque figure from nightmares past, stepped from the shadows. Your heart hammered in your chest, but you held your ground.
The creature lunged, and you fought with everything you had learned since that fateful night. It was stronger than you remembered, but so were you. Just as it seemed to gain the upper hand, you plunged a blade into its heart, sending it back to the hell it came from.
But victory came at a cost. You were injured, worse than you realized, and as Dean rushed to your side, his face a mask of fury and fear, you knew you were in for it.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean's voice was a low growl as he checked your wounds.
"I had to end it, Dean," you said, wincing in pain.
"That was reckless, and you could've—” He stopped abruptly, his eyes going wide with a realization. "Dammit, Lisa, I—"
The name hung between you, a ghost from his past that had no place in your present.
You injuries suddenly became meaningless. What remained was the pain of knowing that, in some part of his mind, you were replaceable.
All of your fears were confirmed. Were you ever truly seen, or were you just a placeholder, a shape to fill a void that Lisa had left open? Did your name ever rest as comfortably on his tongue as hers evidently still did?
"Dean," you started, a coldness settling in your chest. "My name is not Lisa."
The silence that followed was deafening. His eyes, now filled with regret, said everything his voice couldn’t seem to find the words for.
"I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
"You think I can't handle myself? That I'm not strong enough?" Your voice rose, a mix of hurt and anger making your words sharp.
"That's not it," Dean said quickly, shaking his head. "It was a slip up, a mistake—“
“Saying her name or the fact that I believed that you liked me?” You accused, a bitter smile on your face.
The tension between you and Dean was palpable as you both returned to the motel room, the weight of his slip of the tongue hanging heavy in the air. You kept your distance, tending to your wounds in silence while Dean hovered awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do.
"You should get some rest," Dean finally said, after a long stretch of quiet that felt like an eternity.
"I'll rest when I'm dead," you replied sharply, avoiding his gaze. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he flinched at your tone, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care.
He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I messed up. I didn't mean to call you Lisa, it just... came out."
You scoffed, focusing on the sting of antiseptic on your skin rather than the sting of betrayal in your heart. "Sure, Dean. People always say the wrong name by accident when they're with someone else. Especially the name of someone they love."
Dean's face tightened, a mix of anger and hurt flashing in his eyes. "That's not fair," he said, his voice low.
"Fair?" you echoed, finally looking at him, letting him see the hurt in your eyes. "What about this is fair, Dean? I'm out here, risking my neck, hunting things that go bump in the night with you, making an effort for you, and you still see her when you look at me."
Dean took a step forward, as if to reach out to you, but then thought better of it. "I don't—"
"Don't," you interrupted, holding up a hand to stop him. "Just don't. We have work to do, and I can put aside my feelings to get it done. Can you?"
He nodded, though the gesture felt empty. "Fine."
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teagballs · 2 years ago
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"how can i make it up to you?" | michael bluth x reader fluff
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authors note: HEYYYY it's me again. another request whoop whoop: "a michael fic where the reader is sulky bc michael has been neglecting her and he makes it up?"
love this idea tysm for the request i hope i did it justice 👍
cw: a little angst the reader is lonely :( michael makes it up to them tho, gender neutral, pet names, short n sweet!!
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Michael was a busy man. You knew this, of course you did. From the day you started dating he had been sending flowers as an apology for missing date night. Usually his absence was the result of having to stay late in the office, but he had always been quick to reschedule plans. He always wanted to spend as much time with you as his cramped schedule would allow. But lately he had fallen under his massive workload. You had hardly seen him, only when he left for work in the morning and finally returned late in the evening. This and really put a damper on your mood. It was the same day in day out, never seeing your boyfriend.
You groaned at the sight of your empty apartment. It was days like this - when your boss had been a nightmare, when customers were particularly demanding, when you wanted to relax - when you wished your boyfriend was home. You plopped yourself down on the sofa, shedding your shoes and jacket and curling up in a blanket. Exhausted from the day, you decided a nap was the best thing to do. You dozed off.
You eventually stirred once you heard the door open. 'Was that.. Michael?' You questioned to yourself in your dozed state. Michael set his briefcase and jacket on the counter, conscious not to make too much noise, assuming you were still asleep. You made a light groaning noise as you sat up. "Shit, sorry baby did I wake you?" He apologised. "Yeah but it's fine, suppose I'll just go to bed now." You replied, tone upset. You knew it wasn't Michael's fault that he had to work so late. You were sure he was trying his best to come home as soon as possible. But that thought alone didn't make the loneliness of being so separated from your boyfriend disappear. Michael noticed your dejection. He made his way over to you on the sofa, sitting down next to you. "Are you alright?" He questioned. "Yeah I'm OK." You quickly replied. "You don't have to lie Y/N, you're sulking, why?" Michael asked, but he knew the answer. He knew he had been far too focused on work, prioritises his job over his partner.
"It's just," you began, "you're never home. I get lonely," You admitted. Now you avoided looking at him, turning your head away, "I miss you." Michael felt the guilt well in his chest at the sound of your voice, small and sad. "I know darlin', I'm sorry it's just-," Michael stopped himself from giving the same explanation again. He knew you understood why he was away so often. "Hey look at me." Michael spoke softly. You turned your head to meet his gaze. He held you face with his strong hand, looking deep into your eyes. You could melt just from the way he looked at you. "I'm sorry I'm away so often. I hate it too. I wish I could be home with you instead," He spoke. "What can I do to make it up?" He gave you a goofy smile, an earnest smile that made your heart swell.
He had put you on the spot. What could he do? All you wanted right now was to spend some time wrapped in his arms. "Can you stay up a little tonight? Watch a movie, eat some takeout? "Is that all?" Michael teased. "..Cuddle..?" I mumbled. Michael chuckled, "Of course I can." He took your face in his hands and kissed you delicately, full of love.
Michael grabbed the blanket you had previously been wrapped up in and draped it over the pair of you. You shuffled close to him and he wrapped his arm around you. You leaned into his body. It felt like forever since you had been so intimate. Michael placed another gentle kiss on your head as you turned the TV on to watch whatever was on, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were spending quality time with the adoring man you loved so much.
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justgivemethephd · 7 months ago
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26.11.2024
Good morning everyone!
Yesterday was such an awful start to the week. I really don't understand how I can be this tired every single Monday and feel completely fine the next day despite sleeping for the same amount of time! It's so frustrating. I wonder if there's anything I can do to change it. Speaking of changes, I think it has hit me that the vitamin D pills have been working. My mood has improved overall, I feel a lot more energetic most days, and my body just generally feels better to exist in. It's good that such a small change could have such a significant impact!
I had a really hard time getting anything done yesterday. It was difficult to get into the studying mood and it was even more difficult to retain focus once I'd started a task. The coding exercises are kicking my ass (I'm still stuck on the first one) but hopefully I can get through them if I just sit and think things through slowly. I'll just keep trying things until it works!
Other than that I have another busy week in the lab. I am so happy to be back doing ex vivo stimulation assays, and after receiving some results from last week's sequencing I can continue with experiments as planned. It feels so good to be gathering and analysing data again. Overall, this is setting out to be a pretty productive week, and I'm looking forward to seeing what it has in store for me!
I hope everyone feels refreshed and energised today. Remember to hydrate and eat properly, it's important to maintain those energy levels if you expect to be productive.
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🎧 - Feeling Good by Michael Bublé
🎮 - Baldur's Gate 3
📖 - Different Seasons by Stephen King
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tia-amorosa · 3 months ago
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Episode 28: Worries about Michael (Part 2)
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It was just before 10 p.m. when Peter got home. The lights were already off in the living room and Ethan and Holly were already in bed, so Peter walked through the dark hallway towards the bedroom. When he closed the door behind him, he saw Michael lying on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing softly. But he wasn't asleep. "I'm glad you're here. I thought you wouldn't want to come home today.“.
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“I sent you a message saying it would be a bit late today…”. Michael opened his eyes again and looked up at the ceiling. “Sorry, I hadn't looked at my phone”/ “How was school?”/ “Mh, o.k….”/ “just o.k.?”/ “I wasn't in a particularly good mood, but I didn't take it out on the kids,…“, Michael said in a calm and indifferent tone… “hh…”.
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Peter went to the wardrobe, changed his clothes and crawled into bed with Michael. He kept digging his fingers into the skin of his chest. “What's wrong, hm?” Peter asked him with a worried look. “I, I don't know… I just want to sleep through the night again without…”/ “Without what?”/ “hh, without this… feeling,”/ “what feeling?”/ “I can't describe it…”. Peter raised his eyebrows and stroked him lightly on the arm. “Give it a try.”
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Michael took a shaky breath. “Whenever I dream… It's as if I'm running into invisible walls. I see… my mother… my father. but only briefly… I want to say something to them, but I can't, I can't get a word out, instead… I have the feeling that someone is sucking the air out of my lungs and then… I wake up again”. Peter looked at him for a long time, calm but serious "Have you had this before?“.
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Michael turned his head a little away from him and looked up at the ceiling again. “Yes, quite often actually, but you haven't noticed yet…”/ “You know I'm a pretty heavy sleeper… You could have woken me up,” Peter said quietly and a little reproachfully. “I… I know… Sorry, I've had everything under control so far.”
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Offended silence pervaded the conversation for a moment. "And what if you're no longer in control? Hey, if that happens again, wake me up, okay? And if I'm grouchy for a moment, then just because of the shock…please“/ ”h-hh… O.K.". Peter felt bad at that moment because he didn't notice anything, otherwise he might have been able to help him in these unpleasant moments.
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Then Peter turned back a little and also looked up at the ceiling. “We have an appointment tomorrow, 11.30 a.m.”/ “Really… Tomorrow already?”/ “We're lucky, someone canceled and the appointment was free, so I took it”/ “o.k….. Will you turn off the light?”/ “mhm. and I'll get rid of the dead fly up there too”. The black dot on the ceiling was barely visible. But every now and then something like that could make you nervous in the long run.
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That night, Michael slept peacefully for once, without nightmares. Peter held him in his arms for most of the night so that he could feel him close to him and hear his heartbeat. Only Nero didn't seem to get any rest that night. But what cat sleeps completely through the night?
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The next morning. It was finally a morning when Michael didn't get out of bed completely exhausted. But his first thoughts of the day revolved around today's appointment. Sure, he could have said no and stayed at home instead. But despite his fear of what might come of it, he got ready for his visit to the doctor.
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Just as Michael had taken some of the remaining pancakes out of the fridge, Peter got a message on his phone. “Phh, well, let's see…”/ “What's going on?”/ “My father, he wanted to meet up with me again…”/ “Ah… You can do that when we've been to the doctor…”/ “That's why I said let's see…”.
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“You don't feel like seeing him, do you?”/ "Yes, but not today. I've written to him that I have appointments…“/ ”Mmh… We should go and see your parents again anyway… Your mother probably thinks we're doing… other things, hn.“/ ”My mother is more busy with her work than thinking about our gay life".
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"hnhn. I'm just imagining the disgusted look on her face as she thinks about us having sex“/ ”ehehe, I think she'd rather suppress such thoughts. You're nervous, aren't you?". Peter noticed that Michael was sitting rather tensely at the table and was trying to cover up his nervousness with a few jokes. “hh, a bit, yes…”/ “Just talk to the doc and tell him everything you've already told me…”.
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Holly had also got up in the meantime and was on her way to the kitchen. “Hey, are you ready to go?”/ "Yes, there's nothing wrong with getting to the surgery a little earlier. “/ ”But then you sit there all the longer. I'm going to take our worm into town and look for some baby clothes".
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“Didn't Ethan's mother want to ‘donate’ something to you?”. Holly rolled her eyes, a little annoyed. “haa, yes, and it's really sweet of her, but I'd like to get a few things myself.”. Then she looked at Michael almost a little pityingly. "What's wrong? Hey, I haven't dropped dead yet, okay? I know you're talking behind my back“/ ”we're just worried, Micha".
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“I know, but it doesn't help me if you're here worrying about me, it just makes me even more nervous.” Holly puffed a little and then looked down at her stomach. "o.k…. I'll try to think about the baby now then. I hope we find something nice. I wish you good luck anyway and hope that everything is okay“/ ”Thanks…can we go then?“/ ”Yep"…
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A few minutes later, the two of them were in the car. During the drive, Michael played nervously with his fingers as he stared out of the window into the distance. Peter could only imagine how he was feeling at the moment. “I actually wanted to take care of the garden… I can't even manage that at the moment”/ "There are no weeds, you've done everything well so far. They can grow without you for a few days". Of course, Michael knew that his plants wouldn't suffer if he left them to their own devices for a few days.
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Eye in the sky pt3.
Reader (codename: eagle) × König
Mission time, tension increased,you have to escape but you will not leave no one behind, what's your final decision? Will you run or stay?.
I was listening to this song while I was trying to describe the fight, I hope it helps to imagine the scenario.
Warning: Blood, violence, grammatical and spelling errors.
📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Pt.4 Final.
A few weeks passed since the last mission with KorTac, you and könig text each other sometimes, Soap and Gaz have been joking about you and your new friend.
- Eagle is too enchanted by that guy
- I know, it's literally like the beauty and the beast
- are you 5 years old? Grow up!
You started to punch them and play with them when Price and Ghost appeared in the common area.
- Did you already finish?
«Sorry» «yes sir» «sorry captain»
- Get ready, we have work to do. Meeting room, in 30 min.
«Yes sir»
You were the first one to arrive, you were waiting scrolling on your phone when Ghost appeared, you smiled kindly and continued on your phone.
- Soap told me what he saw in the nursery the other day.
- Huh? Oh... That, König went to say goodbye.
- Very kind for someone so wild.
You sighed and looked at him, you're annoyed, why everybody cares so much?
- you don't know him well, why do you even care?
- Listen, eagle, I... Worry about you, not only because we work together, you're... Special to me. I will just ask you this once. Stay away from him.
- I don't know what you're trying to say ghost, he's my friend.
- you don't look at a friend in the way you did all the time he was here...
- Ok, stop that, I'm not in the mood for this conversation.
The rest of the team arrived, also König and Horangi arrived too. Price noticed the absence of Roze, he looks concerned.
- and the woman? We will probably need more than 2.
- Roze is on a mission with other companions.
- alright, well... This is probably a terrorist group probably allies of our biggest enemy, what are we going to do? Ghost...
- There are hostages, we will help them and we'll look for information, any kind of information, no matter how useless it can look, we need it.
Horangi and könig were talking and observing the location on the map, Horangi stood up from his seat interrupting ghost.
- Ah sorry, indeed Captain, Ghost, we will need more people, we made area recognition a month ago, the location is isolated. The closet city is 6 hours away using vehicle... And the access is misleading, a lot of mercenaries patrolling.
- What do you propose Colonel?
Price looked at könig, who is still contemplating the map, you can see it in his eyes, he's planning every detail.
- As Horangi said, we will need more people, the place is infested by those mercenaries but we can clean it well, I understand that this is a mission under the water, am I wrong?
- yes, no one can know we're there.
- So, I propose you and your team will be behind us, as snipers, clean the path as much as possible, we will get close to the building, once there, you will join us, we will need some bombs, this building has a good structure and every entrance is well armored.
- Soap can help with that.
König nodded and continued.
- inside the building we will probably find more enemies, we think the hostages are in the attic, so Eagle and me...
- Negative.
Everybody looked at ghost, he looks angry but König apparently doesn't feel intimidated by him.
- What?
- I'll go with you, Eagle will look for information with Gaz.
- I see, well we will lose some time trying to convince them that two masked men are there to keep them safe, ja?
Your laugh echoed in the room breaking the tension, somehow König was right. Would be hard to convince the hostages.
- What is it so funny, Doc?
- Sorry Lt., but the colonel is right, maybe that's not the best idea, i suggest to go with soap or the captain, they look more friendly.
Before Ghost could protest, könig continued.
- Good, eagle and whoever you decide will go for the hostages, the rest of us, look for information And eliminate any target.
- Ah König, Roze, fender and stiletto are back from their mission. We can call them and see them at the location.
- Ja, go ahead Horangi, danke.
Price looked pleased with the plan, after more details, all the group was ready to go.
It was Early in the morning, the location was a beautiful forest, the smell of wet ground, trees and grass green, made it look like a painting. Horangi and Fender were leaders, since they knew the lands better. Ghost was behind you, you could feel his eyes, König kept his distance because he didn't want to cause you troubles, but that didn't mean he wasn't looking at you every chance he found. You were thinking about Ghost words, then about you and König, you're trying to understand what you're feeling.
Before you could finish debating, you were in the zone, everybody got ready to take positions, König approached you and as always, he was looking at you with tenderness.
- Keep us safe Maus.
- You will have eyes in the sky, don't worry Kö...
He chuckled and nodded.
- Danke...
- Have a nice hunt...
«let's go König, we're ready.» you blinked an eye at him and he left. After some time, your radios finally emitted a noise.
«Captain, we're in position.»
- Good, we're ready, you can proceed König, we already eliminated some enemies in that area.
«Gaz to stiletto, you have an enemy at your left, you can proceed, eliminate him easily there's no one around »
«Horangi, don't move yet» «Copy, Fender, you can continue» «Roze, get ready to attack, the target moves in your direction» «König, move to your right, you have an easy target»
You were too focused, observing every step könig was given, you were wondering how someone so tall as him could move so quickly and silently, you're observing every detail, his clothes, his belt, his helmet, he's... Perfect.
- We're outside, we need Soap with the explosives.
- Copy.
- well, you already heard them, let's go.
Once there the real spectacle began. There were more targets inside than outside. You were waiting for this moment, you're a doctor but that doesn't mean you don't know how to give a good fight.
You gave perfect headshots, threw some knives, kicks, it looks like you're in your zone, like a fish in the water, you love this, the adrenaline you feel during the combat. You saw an enemy approaching könig from behind, before König could notice him you brought it down, that caught König's attention, you're seriously amazing, jumping from a wall to your target, punching, shooting, too busy to notice who's observing you. you're wild, behind all the beauty and kindness there's danger, he's amazed.
Unfortunately, even if all of you are doing their best, more mercenaries have arrived at the place, More than all of you expected.
- Captain, what now?
Gaz was on the radio, everybody was hiding and trying to defend their own position, the noise of bombs, shooting, was making difficult to listen.
- We have to go.
- Sir, the hostages... ?
- Eagle, no, we have to go, don't forget we're not allowed to be here.
- All units. We have to go, let's go.
«Copy»
You were running through a hallway, looking for anything that could give information, you found a room, full of computers, maps and photographs, you locked yourself in the room and tried to send all that information to your laptop, you don't have time to read if it is useful, you will check it later. You were leaving when a guy appeared in front of you, he tackled you and started to suffocate you, you were trying to set you free when König appeared, he took the man and with a quick move broke his neck.
At this point everybody is already outside on their way to the rendezvous, it's just you and könig. You stood up and ran behind him until another guy jumped over him, he stabbed him. You gave him a headshot but the damage was already made. König was pressing his hand against his abdomen
- König...
- I'm fine, go, I'll be there in a min.
- No, I'm not going to let you here, lemme see...
- Maus, there's no time, go.
- No!
He finally let you see, unfortunately he was losing a lot of blood, you felt fear running through your veins, your hands are trembling but you tried to clean the wound and close it enough to stop the bleeding, König is doing his best to not show the pain but it's impossible, you don't want to lose him, you're losing your mind and control.
- I am ...the eye in the sky looking at you, I can read your mind...
- Wha..
- I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools...
-I can cheat you blind And...
-AH! Scheisse! (Ah, shit!)... I don't need to see anymore to know that
- I... I can read your mind...
- Good, keep going... Mein Liebling... You can do it.
Finally you finished and helped him to stand up, you put his arm on your shoulder to give him support, even with the wound he did his best to protect you.
«Eagle! Where are you? You have less than 5 min to arrive here!»
Ghost was on the radio, you gave him a quick «copy» but König is too weak, he's still losing blood, so he stopped.
- Leave.
- No, I won't.
- you will not make it on time, leave, I'll find a way to..
- No, you're too weak König! You will not survive... And I won't leave you behind.
«Eagle, König, report, where are you? We can't wait for you, more enemies are arriving»
Horangi is now asking you to hurry up, everybody starts to talk, until you hear ghost once again.
«Eagle, come here right now, it's an order, Sargent»
You look at könig, he is not afraid, you know he would understand if you stand up and leave, but no, you won't do that.
- We'll not make it on time, leave us, König is hurt.
- Eagle, it's an order...
- Sorry Sir. I promised myself I never would leave a man behind.
You cut communication and stayed with könig, you cleaned and tried to close the wound once more, you looked at könig again, you know it was maybe a bad decision, but you never broke a promise, you really won't leave him. His look changes in less than a second and...
- EAGLE! BEHIND!
Everything went dark for you after that.
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nonclassyparty · 2 years ago
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Summary: "Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me." When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.
Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)
Status: coming soon (i hope)
Taglist: if you'd like to be added just reply below! c:
A/N: this is very obviously inspired by prison break ( my favorite show on planet earth), y/n will be very much inspired by michael scofield and i (unfortunately) don't own nor the show nor michael scofield. anyways! wooyoung is the love interest (surprise surprise) but the rest of atz will be present. please let me know if this is something you'd be interested in reading. if i do continue writing it, i plan for it to be written in 3 parts each consisting of 7-9 chapters!
MY MAIN MASTERLIST! // AO3
(prologue)
The buzzing of the tattoo machine is the only thing interrupting the silence in the dark parlor as the needle continues prodding at the skin of your shoulder and makes you grip the chair you sit on.
It used to hurt. A lot. Now, the pain is reduced to a light sting as you suppose you've gotten used to it.
"Almost done. Just finishing touches now." Chao comforts from behind you, soft breath hitting your exposed skin as he wipes away the excess ink.
You only nod in response, never having much to say to him despite his best efforts.
"You know, you've been coming here for almost a year and barely said a word." He comments while he works. "Asking me to work after closing hours and everything, I would've expected to at least get to know you better."
You try to hold back an eye roll as you give him a bland look over your shoulder, eyes coasting over the tattoo of a dragon curling around his neck and disappearing behind his long hair.
"That's why I'm paying you almost double." Is your only response as you play with the sleeves of the button up pooling around your waist.
"So, you're telling me that after tonight, you'll just walk out of here and I'll never see you again?"
"Something like that." You murmur and he huffs behind you.
"I've never done a tattoo this big on a girl before." He continues, always keen on talking even if all he gets is quiet 'mhm's and 'ah's in response. "For a first-timer especially. Usually, it's a name of a boyfriend which they later regret or something artsy but shallow, like a butterfly or some shit."
A smirk tugs on your lips as you peek at him over your shoulder again, "Are you really trying to tell me I'm not like the other girls, right now?"
He grins and it makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. Chao was fairly attractive, handsome in that bad boy-ish type of way where you know he'll definitely put you through hell but you'd have fun with it.
It's unfortunate that you're not in the mood to think about anything like that anymore. You haven't been for the last eighteen months.
"You never even told me what the tatt was all about..." He trails off, bandaging your shoulder up and your eyes fall to the tiles below your feet. "I mean, look at all of this..."
You presume he means the tattoo starting from your lower back, curling around the shoulders and cascading down your arms, stopping at the wrists. The numbers laid over thin lines, intertwined with thicker ones, curling around letters like a snake and creating a piece that no-one can see.
No-one except for you.
It's about my brother's future, you think to yourself.
"It doesn't mean anything. Just thought it would look cool." You chuckle, sliding your hands through the sleeves of your shirt and working on buttoning yourself up, covering the tattoo from the artist who worked relentlessly to stitch it onto you. You turn to him, pulling your hair out from the collar of the shirt as you smile at him. "I guess I'm like all the other girls as well."
Chao stares at you in wonder before his eyes fall to the wad of cash you pull out from your bag and hold out to him.
"Thank you, Chao. You've done a great job."
He sighs again, "It would've been done a lot sooner if it wasn't for your constant nitpicking."
You grin at him while pulling on your jacket and slinging your bag over your shoulder. "What can I say, I'm a perfectionist."
Giving him one last wave, you disappear from the shop.
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18 months ago;
The collar of your white button up feels like it's strangling you as the buzzer echoes through the stuffy room and two guards appear through the door, dragging him in and sitting him down in the chair opposite of you, making sure to cuff him to the table.
There is only glass separating you but it feels like he's miles away.
Jongho's eyes are dull when they meet your own, dark circles hanging below them and hair messy.
"Y/N..." You have to look the other way, to stop the ugly tears from falling as your heart constricts at his familiar voice.
You haven't seen him since the trial. Didn't have the courage to step anywhere near these walls.
A facility with maximum level security for the biggest scum that roamed your country and wretched chaos on innocent people, inflicted pain and sorrow, terrorized society in the worst of ways.
And now, your brother was one of them.
The person who raised you, took care of you when no-one else did, was serving a life sentence.
Finally gathering the guts to look at him, you clench your jaw and try to ignore the desperation in his eyes. The dark blue uniform engulfs him and is a deep contrast to his usually tanner skin that turned almost ghastly pale just after a week of being in there.
"Did you do it?" You whisper and Jongho looks at you like you just slapped him. His eyes water and he looks absolutely devastated but you have to know. You have to know.
"No." He answers firmly, voice cracking as he blinks away the tears, he never was much of a crier. "No. Of course not."
Of course not.
He says that like it's unimaginable for him.
It was unimaginable to you as well up until three weeks ago.
With a record of petty crimes and a bad temperament, he had a knack for getting himself into trouble that he always managed to get himself out of one way or another. Except this time.
You always knew Jongho was in some deep shit, hanging around people that were bad for him and barely being able to hold onto an honest job for more than a month. 
But that's all he was. A petty criminal with offences that never went past bar fights and getting into discourses with police officers who stop his car for going over the speed limit, not a murderer.
You can't even stop the tear that slides down your cheek as you huff at an attempt to laugh, it comes out choked.
"What about all the evidence then?" Your voice is hoarse as you speak in a hushed tone, recalling the first time you've seen the tape in court.
"I...Y/N, I don't know...All I can think is that someone set me up because I didn't do it, I swear." Jongho stresses, palms laid against the table, desperate for you to believe him. "He was my boss, for fuck's sake."
"He fired you a month before that." You harshly interrupt and he sighs, eyes falling shut as you continue to sniffle with a crumbled face, "What were you doing at his house?"
"Someone told me to go there- I-I thought he was going to give me my job back..." Jongho stutters, his own tears threatening to fall as he presses his lips together. For his lack of excuse or proper explanation, he really does look sincere.
You both sit in silence for a moment, you can almost feel the time you have with him trickling away.
That's all you'll have with him from now on. One hour per week, for the rest of his life and that's only if your time here isn't shared with Yeosang, if he ever decides to muster up the balls to see him.
You're not sure if you're willing to settle for that.
"Swear to me." You finally say, staring at him dead in the eye as his brows furrow, "Swear to me that you didn't do it."
Without a beat, "I didn't do it." Jongho responds, not breaking eye contact. You keep your gaze planted on his face, observing it for any signs of dishonesty. But you fail to find any. "Y/N, I didn't do it. I swear to you."
You stare at him for a second longer before your gaze flies behind him, there are three guards in total in the room. One behind the counter, two by the door.
Your gaze returns to Jongho, who doesn't move a muscle, still looking at you in desperation and what you can only recognize as fear.
He looks a lot younger now, like the Jongho who used to shake every time you two would be on your way to a new foster family. The Jongho that you know was scared to the bones but never wanted to show it for your sake.
You can't lose your older brother.
"Okay."
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You throw the keys into the bowl near the front door and with a tired sigh kick off your shoes before walking further into your apartment.
The shoulder Chao just worked on ached like hell but the pain almost felt good, served as a reminder that you can't afford to be tired right now.
So without further ado, you walk into your office that when you first moved into the luxurious skyscraper overlooking Han River, was used for working from home or more like, working after you came home from work. 
Now, the office served a different purpose completely.
Your eyes sweep over the filled out wall and window, both covered in an array of information and yellow post-it notes; a product of your relentless work and research over the last eighteen months.
Your hands twitch, you don't want to get rid of it. What if you missed something? What if you made a mistake somewhere? What if something managed to sneak away unnoticed by you?
But having it here, in plain sight where anyone who walks in and is nosy enough to look can see it, can end up being more dangerous than something unforeseen happening. Heck, you already had Mrs. Kim try to enter despite it being locked a couple of times. 
You needed to lose every trace or connection to that prison and the people inside of it, with the exception of Jongho, before Monday.
Besides, what would be the point of Chao and the reason you almost paid him thirty grand? If you don't get rid of this stuff, it would almost be as if you flushed the money down the toilet.
So you grab an empty garbage bag and with a shaky sigh, start ripping down paper after paper, photo after photo and filling out the plastic bag. Article after article flashes before your eyes as the sound of papers ripping fills the room.
'Chungju Detention Center: Level 1', 'Choi Jongho Final Appeal Denied', 'Choi Jongho Convicted To Serve Life For Murder of-', 'Body of Son Changkyu found in his home-', 'Governor's Son Wins Humanitarian Award', 'Life sentence for Kim Hongjoong', 'Park Ha-ru Myth Still Alive Despite Conviction', 'Killer of VP Brother to Serve a Life Sentence at Chungju-'
Once the window is clean and the wall is bare again, only tiny holes from the tacks left as evidence that anything was ever there in the first place and with three bags worth of garbage, you stuff it into the fireplace and throw a match in right after.
You watch the key to your brother's future turn to ashes.
-
The buzzer makes you look up from your hands and you smile a little bit once your eyes meet Jongho's through the glass but it quickly turns to a frown once you notice the enormous bruise running down his jaw.
"Hey." He greets with a stiff smile as the guard cuffs him to the table and turns to walk away.
"What happened?" You jump to question him immediately and Jongho rolls his eyes with a low groan.
"It's not a big deal."
"They beat you up."
"Hey, maybe I was the one who was beating someone else up." He defends trying to lighten up the situation but the frown on your face doesn't budge and he sighs. "I got in a fight with one of the guys in the yard, it's not a big deal, Y/N, shit like that happens here-"
"It can't happen, Jongho. From now on, it can't happen." Now it's Jongho's turn to frown and you sigh, "You'll get thrown into solitary if it gets any worse and then I won't be able to-"
You stop yourself, eyes fleeting to the guard behind the counter. There are no wires surrounding the visitors area due to the building being so old, you would know, you made sure it was the first thing to check once you got your hands on the blueprints. But you can never be too careful.
"I won't be able to see you if you're in solitary." You say, voice gentle and Jongho's eyes soften before he gives you a nod in response.
"Alright, no fighting back, I'll just let them beat me to a pulp then I guess." He shrugs and you roll your eyes. Typical.
"You know that's not what I meant but that smartass attitude is the thing that might be getting you in trouble in the yard in the first place." You quickly retort with a glare as he huffs.
"How's your cellmate?" You ask and Jongho, as he always does when you ask about his roommate, looks confused but today, it's something else as well.
"Oh, I'm actually getting a new one." You freeze at that, blinking rapidly a couple of times.
"What do you mean?"
"They're moving Jisung to the psych ward after he tried to off himself with his bedsheet." Jongho explains like he's talking about the weather and you gape at him, wondering just what goes on in there on the daily if a man trying to kill himself isn't anything out of the ordinary.
But then again, you're not all that worried about Jisung's mental health either but more for the fact that he's gone and now somebody else will take his place.
You can already see a small tiny piece of your tattoo being considered useless now.
But you can't let that bring you down. It's just a small hitch, nothing else.
"Well, do you know who's coming to take his place?" You ask, ignoring the way Jongho eyes you.
He shakes his head in response and your leg starts bouncing in anxiety.
"No, they're moving him in after lunch."
After lunch.
So, you won't know until...
One of the biggest pieces of the plan and it will be unsure until the said plan is set in motion.
Great.
You clear your throat, leaning closer and on instinct, Jongho copies you, "Listen, I won't be able to visit for awhile."
"Why?" Jongho questions, eyes boring into yours and you let out a small breath. "Are you going somewhere?"
"No." Your eyes stray to the two guards by the door, just a couple of feet away. "I just won't be able to visit you for awhile. Maybe. I'm working on preventing that but just in case I don't come next Friday, I wanted you to know."
Jongho eyes you suspiciously before he leans closer again, nose almost touching the glass. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?"
You bite back a smile, amused that he just knows you, and that only makes Jongho more frustrated. 
"Y/N, did you get yourself in some shit?" He hisses, looking over his shoulder to check if the guard is still by the door, "If you did, call Yeosang. He'll know what to do."
You scoff, "I'm not you to get myself in some shit. Relax, I got a new job."
"New job?" Jongho goes back to being confused, "Why can't you visit then? It's somewhere far away?"
You stare at him before nodding, "Something like that," You whisper.
"Oh, okay. I mean of course, your job is important." He nods and you feel your heart ache inside your chest at his slightly crestfallen face that he tries to cover up. "You're a structural engineer after all, they probably need you to design another fancy building, huh?"
You wish to tell him that you'll be there. You'll be closer to him than he thinks but you can't do any of that until you're properly inside those walls.
"Yeah." You nod, blinking away the tears. You clear your throat, glancing at the clock behind his head. "Hey, Jongho, remember how we used to talk to each other?"
He cocks his head in confusion.
"When we were kids, how we used to talk to each other. For example, when Soyoung was around and we didn't want her to understand." 
Jongho's eyes gain some recognition but the confusion still remains on his face. Hesitantly, he bobs his head, "Yeah."
"Good," You nod, mouth perking up, "You might want to brush up on that."
Jongho opens his mouth to say something more but you're already waving over the guard.
You lean closer to him one more time, staring at his confused face through the glass to whisper;
"See you on Monday."
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peachiemilkytea · 2 years ago
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Summary: In the Diner, Michael managed to beat your high score. But what he doesn't know is that you were watching the whole time. You catch his eye and he makes it his mission to annoy you.
Paring: Michael Afton x you
Warnings: small enemies to friends to lovers, Use of Y/N,
WC: 4K
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I rubbed my temple, sitting across Henry in his office. It is twelve in the afternoon. All these taxes, calls from our partnered companies to get products, paying the staff, and getting the hardware parts for the repairs is tiring me out but this is my job. It keeps the diner running.
"We'll need to get more meat from the meat market for the burgers and club sandwiches. The employee's pay is coming up about next week too so we should pull out our savings to do that and-" Henry got cut off on his next sentence. The creek of the door opened.
"Am I interrupting?" It was (Y/n) standing at the door holding a paper bag and a vibrant plastic cup. Putting the bag on the table.
"You're not interrupting anything." Henry said, I got up from my seat and pulled a spare chair from the corner to the endside of the desk. Leaving some space for her to sit down. (Y/n) took a seat. I pushed her seat then returned to my own.
"Thank you for the meal, love." I said. It was her normal nickname for me. I always used it for her. It gained a sort of closeness the more I used it till it was permanently engraved into her identity in my mind.
"Thank you (Y/n) I'll pay you back." Henry said, pulling out his wallet.
"Oh no no no no, honestly I should be thanking you guys. You called me just in time. I had to deal with these disturbing kids that knew me back in high school. I wanted to get out of that so bad that Henry called just in time." (Y/n) asked leaning further into the desk with her cheek on her hand and the other sipping her drink.
"Aw I'm sorry to hear that (Y/n) but at least I got you just in time, didn't I? Whenever you don't want to be somewhere you know you could call me." Henry said happily, putting down his food.
"Such disgusting people." I said with a scoff. Americans had no manners. The two of them laughed with me.
"Yeah but anyways, what have you guys been working on?" (Y/n) asked, fiddling the straw in circles.
"Just the boring stuff lately.  We're trying to get big companies to work with us. We need the computer parts for working devices and then repairs for the animatronics. Since Spring Bonnie needs some torso repairs and Fredbear needs a jaw repair. The computer parts are for-" I said till I looked up and saw Henry stuffing his face.
Sauce at the corners of his mouth and licking his fingers. Chewing obnoxiously everytime he took a bite. My nose wrinkled up in disgust, my brows furrowing. Right when I'm talking too. How disgusting. Little snickers were muffled at the end of the table. Henry looked confused but smiled slightly at her giddiness. He tried to lick the corners of his mouth, rancid. (Y/n)'s little snickers became louder till she fully laughed out. Uplifting my bitter mood. A smile spreads out. Henry looked up confused with sauce dripping down the corners, raising his brow, looking back at her then me. (Y/n) grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. He took it and wiped his mouth.
"Anyway, business is constant, we just need to upgrade the restaurant's basic things. The animatronics and shows have our business growing in exposure and wealth." I explained resting my elbows on the table and interlocking my fingers together. Now all we needed to do after this was figure out our next move.
"We'll get more sponsors to get our name out there and we'll take some of the savings money for the company. Let's start with RadioShack since we need to get more parts." Henry explained.
I unwrapped my lunch carefully and took a bite. (Y/n) slurped the straw loudly finishing the last of her drink. She got up from her seat, throwing Henry and her scraps into the trash. I looked at her hands, her nails were painted rosso corsa red. It suited her so well, but purple suited duchess more. Henry stood up and walked to the other side of the desk grabbing the phone from the desk and punching in the number. 
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A brunette boy with a group of guys surrounding him played an arcade game. Getting a higher and higher score each level. The group was cheering him on. Sweat dripped down his temples. His hands jagged the joycons. The group of boys yelled "Go Michael!" (Y/n) leaned against the wall of the pizzeria. Henry dragged her down to the diner again so he could show her the latest designs he's been working on. (Y/n) smile melted watching the boys. She remembered getting the highest score on that arcade machine. It took her blood, sweat, and tears. Coming in everyday to try over and over again the high score. The day (Y/n) got it, she freaked. It wasn't real! No way she got it! Was this really happening! (Y/n) ran straight to Henry about her winning.  Henry ended up giving a big bear hug and spinning her around. It was the best day of her life. And there were some boys a little younger than her, about to beat her score.
"Oh my god... Yeah! I did it!" Michael cheered, throwing his arms up.
"Hell yeah Michael!"
"Sweet dude!"
"Who did you pass?"
They all looked at the name under his goofy username. ☆Lucky(N/n)☆ - 7495. Foxybro - 7500. Only by a little bit did he beat her score. Her giggling made their heads turn. There the boys flabbergasted at her. A tall, beautiful, (Y/n) (L/n).
"Hey! Good job there on the high score! That was a good play." (Y/n) complements, gently clapping her hands together. Admittly it was impressive. That is a tricky game to beat.
The two boys, one in the leather jacket with other with piercings stared at her lovingly over her immediately. Michael grabbed the joystick. It broke off from under him. His eyes widened he quickly hid it behind his back and leaned against the arcade machine. Trying to look intimidating. The one with the dark brown hair that almost covered his eyes  chucked at his stupidness and punched his shoulder.
"Yeah it was nothing," Michael scoffed, brushing the top of his hair back. The joystick coming out from behind his back, he quickly threw it behind him and kicked it behind the machine.
"Is that true? Cause the one under your score is mine." (Y/n) grinned pointing her thumb to her chest. Michael glared at her and rolled his eyes. The other guys were laughing at him and punching his shoulder. Being humliated by a really pretty lady is the same thing as a love hate relationship.
"Say what's your name, Dollface?" One of the goo goo eyed guys asked. Going weak in the knees and leaning to the side.
"(Y/n) (L/n). What about you guys?" She said lifting herself up off of the wall. Introducing themselves one by one in their own little special ways. Michael, the one who beat her high score. Alejandro, the guy in the leather jacket. Simon, the one with a lot of piercings. Jeremy, the guy who has a bunch of dark brown fluffy hair in green.
I'll be seeing you guys around."  She saluted them with two fingers. She walked away back to find Henry. Simon sunk down lovingly on the arcade machine, Jeremy waved goodbye with a smile, Michael and Alejandro standing there looking at the joystick in his hands trying to shove it back into the machine.
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Father brought me back to the pizzeria again, I don't know why I need to be here with him. Elizabeth and Chris are at home with mom. I would rather be at home in my room with my baby, my electric guitar. Ugh I miss her. I was learning Back in Black from AC/DC. though my fingers are all calloused I still want to play. I groaned, tapping my foot on the floor and rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms. Father made me sit in his office with him. It was getting boring! I can usually go play the arcade games like I was doing or go eat greasy junk food till my stomach hates me. I feel my brain melting! I need to do something!
"Stop your fidgeting, boy." Father said not looking up from his paperwork. it's not like he cares. he doesn't care about anything when it comes to me. It's always about his work.
"Sod off." I spat looking away from him. I dont want to be around him. He gets on my nerves. Putting me in his office. Who does he think he is? I can go out and do the things I want. he only cares when his reputation is in danger.
"That's no way to speak to me, Michael. I don't want you in this room any more than you want to be in here. Frankly, you're a distraction. You remember what happened last time don't you?" Father scolded me with a slight insult. I'm only here because I was picking on little kids and telling them scary stories of the animatronics. Parents complained to Henry and father about it. Now I'm being forced to stay on a leash like I'm some kind of animal. There was a familiar knock on the door.
"William! I need you for some early designs!" Henry called from the otherside of the door. Father groaned and got up from the seat pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I'll be right there, Henry! Don't go anywhere." Father said at the door. He left to go deal with Henry and more work. Yeah... I'm not going to stay here. Their footsteps disappeared and a door clicked. I opened the door, peaking my head out, looking through the halls. Coast is clear. Quickly I lightly stepped through the halls and pushed open the employee's only door. Everything got so noisy after that. Damn kids were screaming their heads off.
What to do first, oh what to do first? I can't scare the kids again or father will notice I'm out. Still doesn't mean I can't have fun. Sneaking into the kitchen I grabbed a slice of a pizza and birthday cake. In the corner hallway where the bathrooms were I ate. The kid having the birthday party looked like he was about to cry at the missing pieces, the mom forced the chiefs back into the kitchen to make another. I hid the spare emergency pizza they have in a locked cabinet under the counter. Licking my lips of the chocolate from the cake. I got up from the floor leaving my trash there.
Huh, the backroom's door is open? No one goes in there if they want to get killed, I've seen it in horror movies all the time. What dumb kid is back there? I could be smart and leave it alone or go in and get killed. I'm going in! Walking up to the slightly open door. I walked inside, the door automatically closing behind me. I jumped and cursed under my breath. A bright light shined in my eyes. I covered them slightly with my hand.
"Hey! You aren't supposed to be back here!"
"Turn off that light! I want to keep my vision, you know!" I said grabbing the end of the light and pointing my light down. What the fuck? The girl from earlier, (Y/n) I think her name was? Was shining a flashlight in my eyes. She was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with a hefty toolbelt. A yellow name tag on her chest and blocky doc martens. I just know those shoes are making the back of her feet hurt. All the blisters. Her hair was put up into a loose bun and there is construction googles on the top of her head.
"Michael? What are you doing? You're not supposed to be in here!" (Y/n) gasped out through her teeth harshly. She was leaning forwards towards me and looking around. She's trying to find where I am from. Ew, this is her room. This room is made for the head mechanic. Which means she's a fuckin' nerd.
"My father is the boss here, dumbass." I hissed walking past her and looking around. There's so much shiny shit in here. The power tools look sharp and pointy. I went over to them and poked the needle tips.
"But Henry was twins, he would've told me about you... wait... Your Will's kid?! No wonder why you look just like him." (Y/n) said putting her flashlight away and going over to the desk. Those words burned through me and I felt my stomach drop. I wish I didn't.
"Don't you ever say I look like my father! I'm nothing like him!" I yelled, slamming my hand on the table behind her. (Y/n) flinched and kept her mouth shut. I walked away from her grumbling. There goes my fun.
The backrooms held the two animatronics, Fredbear and Springbonnie. There were mechanic tools on the shelfs and spare parts in the other corner. Early designs of the characters hung up on the walls. Tool desks and two small lamp lights hanging from the ceiling. It was hard to see from how dim it was. Checkered flooring like the rest of the restaurant.  I went back over to (Y/n) and looked over her shoulder at the blueprints. It was a pirate fox. It was an early design. I snatched the paper away from her.
"Hey! Give it!" She shouted, holding her hand out. What am I, a dog? No way. This little fox guy is cool. His hook is so badass, what adventures does he go on? Are there more designs? Is she going to make him? I want to know everything about him. Enough with the soft shit, he looks so awesome. I bet he goes arghh!!
"Why should I? This fucker looks creepy you really think kids would like this? This makes it easier for me to scare them. Seriously the fuck is wrong with your head. What? Lost a couple screws?" I made fun of the drawings. She puffed her chest and pouted trying to take it out of my hands. Instead I pulled her with the blueprints. Making her mad is giving me pride. I like pushing her buttons. She gets so worked up.
"Drop it! I need to give it to Henry and Will later." (Y/n) jabbed my side. I flinched taking the moment she grabbed it out of my hands. Sneaky little- god she's so annoying. She put it away in a folder with some other drawings. Hmm, what if I steal that later? There might be more of that fox guy.
"Only little shits would like that crap." I blew a raspberry at her. I know that's a fat lie but the reaction she is giving me is so fun. He had striped pirate pants, a hook, a captain's hat with a feather, a leather vest, and an eye patch. I shouldn't have said that he looked really cool. I should draw him!
(Y/n) was repairing the animatronics, fixing their insides. There was an unfinished big metal root in the corner. I looked back at (Y/n) who was still working. Slowly I grabbed one of the wires. The robot's eyes moved from side to side. Woah! How the hell did it do that? I smiled and pulled another wire. It blinked this time while its eyes moved. It's being controlled somewhere, just where? There was this keypad on the chest. I pressed one of the buttons and its head moved back and forth blockly.
"Don't touch that!" (Y/n) yelled jogging up to me and grabbing my shoulder leading me away from the robot. Fixing it's wires and putting them inside of their metal bodies. Sighing out of relief. What does it look like to be inside of the robot?
"You just love making my job harder, don't you? Don't touch the endoskeleton unless you want to lose an arm." (Y/n) said holding me away from the robot err is it called endoskeleton? it's like the bones of robot. A skull doesn't have eyes though. I want to touch it again so bad.
"You touch it though! How come you haven't lost an arm yet?" I teased. She pushed me out of the backrooms and locked the door behind her. Damn it... Just when I was starting to have fun.
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My dad needed me to send out a letter to my aunt, so I had to be the delivery girl who goes to the post office and sends it. I didn't want to do it. I was out in the backyard playing with my dog in a kiddie pool which he couldn't fit in. My saint Bernard named Cujo after my favorite horror story. I read it in English class in Junior High and it stuck with me ever since then. He was splashing me in water, dirt, and dog hair. I put the pool out so Cujo could cool down from the heat.
I can't believe that was interrupted for me. I took my car and drove to the post office turning up the song they played over the radio, you really got me going. Nodding my head to the beat of it. I turned off of the street and into the small shopping center parking lot. The post office was right next to the corner drug store so many high school kids or ex popular dickwads like to hang out. As long as I don't talk to them I should be fine. I grabbed the letter from the passenger seat. My dad couldn't call my aunt because she was in another country, Canada. The phone lines don't reach out of the country, they can go from state to state if you're lucky. They work better in neighborhoods. I got out of the car and locked it behind me with my key.
Shit... No one told me that Michael was going to be here. Ugh if I can't see him he can't see me. I brought up my autumn brown colored flannel to cover up my face, my dog tag chain clanked around my neck. He was there with some greasers and one of the boys I met at the pizzeria. Alejandro? Yeah Alejandro Gon... Gonzales! He was sitting on top of his motorbike with his helmet in hand. He smiled with those pearly whites and waved to me. I waved to him, tucking a strand of hair behind ear. That was embarrassing... I went inside the post office. There was barely a line since it was nighttime. The letter was to be mailed and I can go home! I left the post station, the greasers still standing there. Michael looked back at me whispering something to his friends. They all laughed at what he had to say. I have a feeling that thing is about me.
"Hey (Y/n)!" Michael yelled, waving at me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. The guys laughed at his mockery, except Alejandro. He gave me a guitly smile and told the other guys off. He was a gentleman unlike Afton. I got into my car slamming the door and speeding out of there. I don't care if I get a ticket. I want to go home. Pulling into the side of my house after a tiring drive. I got out and locked the car behind me with a key.
Unlocking the front door, the house was quiet. Mom and dad must be sleeping already. Daniel was sleeping on the couch with a blanket and Cujo on him. The TV playing Looney Tunes. I sighed, the clock read 12:35. Cujo hopped off of Daniel coming up to me and nudging my hand. I pet his head scratching his ears and swishing his jaw around, Cujo panted with his tail wagging. I turned off the Tv and picked up Daniel sloppily. The blanket was dragging off of his body. I limped walking up the stairs trying not to drop his body. When did this kid get so big? Jesus Chirst he's heavy I feel my arms falling off. The stairs were the hardest part, I opened the door and gently put him down on his bed. I rolled him up in the blanket like a caterpillar. Cujo was standing next to me, I guess he followed me to get the boy and dragged my little brother up the stairs.
Daniel (L/n) my little brother. Ever since I graduated High school he only got bigger. He got out of 7th grade a year after I graduated. He's an 8th grader now. I still miss him when he was younger, not that he isn't young! Just when Daniel was he was so much cuter. He'll always be my baby brother in my eyes. The kid is 13 years old, he already tries to act like he's older. I don't think I'll ever say it out loud, but I love this kid. He's a nerdy boy who loves things like Starwars and Superhero comics. He is a brave kid with a spunk. He's optimistic about the things he does even if he hasn't done them before. He's really protective over me when any boy comes over. Let me tell you now, Daniels has always been a mama's boy. He's really clever but he uses it for evil! To be fair he got it from me. Cujo whined at me. I patted the boy's head and got up from his bed. Leaving the room now quietly shutting the door.
"Come on Cujo, it's late." I said waving my hand  towards the Saint Bernard then towards me. He followed me to my room. Getting dressed into pj shorts and a tank top that matched it. Grabbing the green Floral loose robe off of my hanger. Next to the bedside was a telephone. I punched Cheryl's number and brought it to my ear, laying on my bed. Cujo jumped on my bed next to me and laid on his side. I swear he acts like a human sometimes.
"...Hello?" Cheryl sounded tired, there was shifting on the other side in only what I assumed were blankets. It was her sleepy voice. Raspy and deeper than her normal pitch.
"Did I wake you up?" I asked picking at my fingernails.
"Maybe baby, it's 12:38 at night (Y/n) what is it?" Cheryl said grumpily. She's not a morning person; she always mentions how she needs her beauty sleep. Seriously she has a whole skin care routine before she goes to bed.
"I have stuff going on for once to tell you." I asked, looking at the green phone and twirling the cord.
"Finally! Oh my god! Nothing ever happens in your life!" Cheryl said I heard her get up from the other side. That definitely woke her up. I can picture her already with curlers in her hair and her pastel pink bed sheets with darker polka dots. She probably lifted her sleep mask too. The one with the white ruffles and the creepy eyes with the poorly drawn on eyelashes. I chuckled under my breath.
"Wow, okay rude. Anyway, the diner there was this group of boys playing in the mini arcade section and one of them was trying to beat my high score on one of the games. It was like any kind of group of boys full of sweat and hormones, you know? But he actually beat my high score." I was cut off by girlish squeals. Ow, my ears. She's going to make me deaf one of these days.
"What did you do? Oh did you tell him off! Did you talk to him? No way you, the quiet little good girl, would talk to a group of bad boys." Cheryl teased in sultry tone. I can hear the smile on her face.
"Actually I did talk to them. I congratulated them for beating my high score. You should've seen the look on their faces! Two of them were lover boys. I swear one of them called me Dollface. The one who did beat my high score ended up breaking the joystick when he saw me." I explained biting down on my lip with a grin. It was ridiculously cute. Makes no sense since Michael is a pain in my ass.
"Ahh~!! Are they cute? Please tell me there cute and not some weird guys that look like they belong on the street. You have a type." Cheryl squealed. She knows me all too well, but really none of them are my type. Actually now that I think about it Jeremy might be. He's a sweetheart.
"Hey! My type is cute! Whatever, they're like that group of bad boys but different types. They're not like greasers or gangs. Just some punk ass teenage boys. The one who beat my high score is a jerk face." I groaned remembering this evening and plenty other times. It's been a month now of him torturing me. It's always while I'm on the job. Henry's been worried about me lately cause of it.
"Aww~ what makes you say that?" Cheryl said, adjusting the phone to her other ear. there were sounds of moving and muffled tones.
"He's a dickwad. Those guys keep coming to the diner everyday now to see me, they even scheduled my breaks and day offs which is kinda cute. But like that one guy knows how to tick me off! Okay okay, he's William's son." I said, Cujo curled into my side and put his arm around me. I huffed from the sudden weight but put my arm around him. He was big, furry and warm. Like a big ole heater.
"William has a son?! How am I just now hearing about this (Y/n)? So he's a sexy dad, I get it." Cheryl said huskily. I cringed at first. My nose scrunched up in digust. I don't think about him as this smokin' boss that will flirt with me in his office. I know him as the guy who yells at me when I make his tea in the microwave. Though Cheryl did have a point, though William is intimidating he has a charm. A lot of people talk about him in and out of the pizzeria. Admittedly he is handsome.
"Eww!! Cheryl! He has a wife! Anyway yeah, his name is Michael. He gets on my nerves. He messes me up when I'm working and touches everything, he trips me when I'm skateboarding, he points me out and draws attention to me in public, he's always around me that I get pissed whenever I see him, don't even get me started on the things he says to me! I never wanted to beat a guy's ass more." I gritted my teeth together remembering everything. There were too many times to count and it would take too long but knowing Cheryl she'd like to hear everything.
"It's small things right? Do you ever think (Y/n) he might be getting under your skin because he doesn't know how to talk to you and this is his way of talking to you?" Cheryl asked, she sounded more genuine and serious. I never thought of that.
He must get it from William. When I first started working with Will he was an utter dick to me. Avoiding me and insulting me, till he saw what I could do to the animatronics as an engineer. Will still didn't talk to me after that, but what did happen was I would get little notes saying about how I was doing a good job or how I looked pretty today. They weren't ever signed. Same with little presents that would be my workshop. There would be a bouquet of wildflowers on my tools shelf. Next it would be sunflowers, then it got bigger. I never knew where it came from. It did make my day better though, I would always look forward to going to work. I started talking to William after awhile, turns out he was the one doing all of that. I talked to him about it but to this day he denies that he ever did so.
"Wow, I never thought about that. Boys are confusing. I guess that could be happening? I don't know. I'll keep it in the back of my mind but I'm still pissed at him." I said tapping my chin with the arm I had around Cujo.
"You don't have to be happy that he does it, you can be mad. You have the right to be. Just consider why he's doing it. I'm sure it will all work out!" Cheryl said happily. I hate that she's always right.
"I'll consider it Cher, it's late, it's about to be one in the morning. I woke you up and now you need your beauty sleep. Night Cher, sweet dreams." I said smiling softly. I heard her little 'good night' and a cute yawn from the other side. I put the phone back on the stand. Hanging up on her.
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I would like to learn about the rest of the aus you mentioned here:3
Okay okay so!! I talked about some of them, so I'll just put the entire list under the cut and either link to my previous responses or cook something up! And what I cook up can possibly include a snippet of my writing too :]
Also since this is a lot of AUs/WIPs I'll try to be brief, but feel free to ask about more details on them!
Terminus' Ritual
This is an AU I've had for like a year now, and it answers a very simple question - What if the End HAD a ritual? That its avatars complete between mag 159 and mag 160? Simple answer - Zombies. And also some deaths getting reversed because getting a quick taste of it should make people more scared, and it's hard to keep a zombie apocalypse going with too few people. (This doesn't match the End's values, I Know.)
I have some notes on different characters' situations, who comes back etc etc but honestly the storyline I focused on the most is Oliver seeking shelter in Graham's old flat only for Graham to also be there, Pretty Confused about the passage of time between his death and now. :]
Graham gets spat out AU
Sasha gets replaced, NotSasha picks up the tape recorder and goes to dispose of the tape. The Artifact Storage is silent, but not empty, as a man who doesn't recall his own name wakes up on the floor. Okay this already sounds a bit like a snippet so I guess you can have a proper one too:
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It was all pointless, you only suffered longer -- but is that truly pointless?
This one is a WIP in which I just wanted to explore the idea that the only reason Graham lived for so long was because he was scared that entire time, to the point the NotThem wasn't in much of a rush. It's pretty angsty, but can be bittersweet too if you look at it at the right angle and I am a simple man with a lot of hope in my heart. I've not been making much progress with it, and I'm not sure if I'll end it on the title-question and leave it up for the reader to decide, or if I'll provide my own answer, but let me say here: I don't think it was pointless. Not to me.
Michael(s) experience confusion
Already talked about this one here!
Graham Lives WITHOUT Becoming
Graham survives the events of MAG 003 because Oliver gets there in time to help him, and the two of them try to navigate the aftermath together. They go through many ups and downs, Oliver ends up becoming an Avatar himself, but Graham just kinda,, doesn't?? It just never happens. No fear claims him. At this point a lot of people are convinced he's an Avatar because of how his life is intertwined with the Fears but nope. Just some guy who can bluff pretty decently, gets lucky a lot, and loves his End-Avatar fiance a whole bunch :] (yes they're engaged now)
Graham Folger Lives because The Eye Is A Backseat Gamer
One of my Eye Graham AUs :] The main one, you could say! In this one, The Eye backseat-games his MAG 003 experience, and he Knows where to hide, what to do, and how to survive. After that, he goes on to start working at the institute, becomes an Archival Assistant after Jon's promotion, and goes through the horrors! I also talked about it Ages ago, right here- hold on that was in MAY???? 2023????? 10 months ago???? This is messed up.
Anyway! here's a little something I have written about it so far :]
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Just me trying to explore how Graham and Oliver might've met, grown closer, gotten together and stayed together for 6 years :] No clue if I'll ever publish this and if so, if I'll use it as a backstory/background for one of my AUs or as its own stand-alone thing? But yeah it's just the two of them growing closer and falling in love :] You can have this snippet of it, too! It's their literal first meeting!
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Antique seller Graham
Talked about this one here! I will probably do so again soon! But you can also have a snippet, since I guess writing all this really put me in a snippet mood! This is from this AU's version of Amy's statement :D
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Cockroach Graham AU
I don't think I need to elaborate.
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lonestatus · 2 years ago
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Hi! I'm lonestatus. Friends, mutuals and followers are welcome to send asks and messages! I might not be the quickest to respond but i'll try! ^-^
pronouns: She/Any
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say hi! Some of my favorite things are hololive 🥐🍙, vocaloid, yuri manga (send me recs ^-^), sweets, fashion, and other things. i'm a history major, with more of an interest in the modern period. ML. it depends on my mood but i'm usually a fan of a lot of different kinds of music (mostly related to emo tho lol) aaand i even like a sport: baseball. go cubs! ... uh-oh.
BLOG RULES: - you must fall in love with me - try to be autistic or transgender or something - pleaaase read michael parenti ^-^ ill give you a kiss if you do ^-^ even if you just watch some of his speeches & interviews on youtube
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OK now here's some pictures i feel this sums me up well enough
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