#but hey we still got until 2026

[swestbifire]

Man I love this little fan community of weirdos. Everyone is at least familiar with each other and when it a new person it doesn't matter. Its actually really cool how chill everyone is.

Kinda sad cause I feel like every thing is gonna blow up when the full game hits, the change will obviously be good since the studio and game will get the recognition it deserves but the fandom probably won't be the same.

But to end on a positive light we'll have the whole game to geek about and the DLC side story to look forward to.

#touchstarved game #touchstarved #also kinda sad that the theories will eventually end #but hey we still got until 2026 #BUT ALSO STILL REALLY WANT THE GAME TO COME OUT #BECAUSE 2026 IS FOREVER #AWAY #Whooos it comes out in 2025

[cheriladycl01]

Double the Interviews - Oscar Piastri x GreekOlympicTennis! Reader

Plot: WAG duties consist of you literally being in more interviews than Oscar because of your outgoing and bubbly personality.

Credit to lewdo for the GIF

"Y/N can we have a minute of your time please?" an interviewer asks pulling you away from your friend who you look over at. She smiles at you and nods, making her way back to the McLaren garage.

"How are you feeling about the race tomorrow?" he asks and you put a serious face on.

"Yeah, I think the car's got good pace, looking to be in some top positions and I'm excited to see what happens!" you nod and the interviewer holds back their laugh.

"Spoken like a true driver!" he chuckles and you start to laugh as well.

"How are you feeling knowing come summer you'll be competing in the Olympics for Greece in Paris while Oscar is also competing in his own sport?" he asks and you nod, carefully listening to the question to not misunderstand him.

"Yeah of course. You know it's always hard when you have those conflicting schedules especially in athlete relationships. You know I'm still competing in ATP and I have been for a while, and then going into the Olympics on top of that is just immense. I get to travel with my best friend who I've played tennis with since 3 years old but at the same time Osc isn't there all the time. I think that's why today is just so important to me, to be here to support him at his home race!" you smile to the man in front of you who slowly pulls the mic back towards him.

"Will we be seeing Oscar at the Olympics this year?" he asks.

"I think at this stage it's hard to tell, F1 has the longest and busiest schedule to date this year and there's more stress and pressure on the drivers than ever with all the changes taking place ahead of 2025 and 2026, so you know I'd love Oscar to be able to come and see me take home another medal, but again it's one of those moments where you can't be in two places at once!" you explain, knowing he'd already planned to come for your first event of the summer, and would try and stay with you, until it ended for you. But even he didn't know when McLaren would request for him in Woking, or if he'd go home to spend a little needed time with his family.

"Well, I think it's safe to say we are all wishing for Gold for you again this year. Good luck to you and Y/BFF/N who we did see earlier, but dipped away last minute before i could invite her!" he smiles at you, and you smile back.

"You'll see us at the Olympics up at the very top. We promise!" you give the camera a cheesy grin before saying your goodbye's and leaving him to question the next driver who was eagerly waiting behind you.

"There you are!" you hear the Australian accent you knew all to well from your left.

"Hey baby!" you smile, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on Oscar's cheek.

"Saw Y/BFF/N come back without you, when she told me you were stolen for an interview i thought i'd come see if you needed saving" he softly tells you placing a light and gentle hand in your smiling softly down at you.

"Ah, you see baby that is where we are completely and utterly different. I love talking to all your work colleagues!" you say, pulling his hand along so you can both walk back together. You wave at people as you walk past saying small hello's and posing for any camera's you spot in your peripheral.

"You consider the media work colleagues of mine?" he asks with a low laugh that has you cocking your head to one side in question.

"You don't?" you offer back.

"No, my colleagues are my team and the other drivers!" he admits with a blank look on his face that just screams that no cogs are turning up there.

"I mean, you work with the media every time your here. I'd say you work with them, they might not be on your team but they are still apart of your sport!" you admit, he goes to argue but you put a soft finger on his lip.

"Would you consider my ball boy's as my colleagues?" you ask, and he thinks for a second before sighing and nodding.

"There you go then! F1 interviewers are your work colleagues and i like talking to them, they always have very insightful questions!" you smile.

"Insightful or invasive?" he queries looking across at you, brows a little furrowed.

"Damn, you really are a young Kimi Raikkonen. I see what the fans mean now!" you laugh at his expression which quickly tries to change but the frown lines remain.

"God, we need to go back to my mum's for some rest and relaxation" you sigh, starting to massage his wrist and up his arm making him sigh.

"Mmmm, we do I really miss that one dish that she makes us!"

"The Tzatziki with the roasted meat and vegetable kebabs or Moussaka?" you ask looking over at him knowing he enjoyed both.

"Oh! I was thinking of the Moussaka, but the Tzatziki is good. My trainer actually said that it was the perfect mix!" he admitted, still holding that blank expression.

"But he tells you off for the Honey Cake!" you sigh knowing that it was a delicacy you didn't get very often too, being an athlete and all meant that you had to have a very strict diet and couldn't lie to your trainer about cheat days you'd have.

"Okay but that Honey Cake is lethal! You cant stop when you start eating it!" he says before starting to quietly ramble about all his favorite foods as you enter the confides of his driver room away from the public eye.

You cant help but just watch and smile at him, people rarely get to see this funny talkative side of Oscar that could actually out ramble you sometimes which should be near impossible as you were very much a yapper. Especially when you got passionate and would slip in some of you mother tongue without realizing.

"What?, Why are you staring at me?" he asks, after realizing he'd started to rant.

"I just love watching you talk, you nose scrunches when you get passionate about a topic and it's cute" you smile, looking down knowing he'd be a blushing mess.

"Shut up! You are the yapper here, start yapping!" he says, making you burst out laughing while he goes to sit down on the small sofa.

"I'm going to miss you next week!" you sigh as you sit down on his lap where he wraps his arms tightly around you and rests his head in the crook of you neck.

"I know, but I'll come see you at your next tournament after the triple-header!" he smiles, kissing against your neck your body relaxing against his.

"It's just hard, god I'm clingy!" you attempt to laugh the tears away.

"Lando wants to know if you and Y/BFF/N are down for a rematch" he smirks changing the conversation to a more light-hearted one.

"Oh you boys are so on!" you grin.

y/user

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y/user: Photo Dump from the boyf’s homeland! Love you Australia 🇦🇺

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oscarpiastri: it was fun playing doubles with you and y/bff/n. Best you next time

landonorris: these guys are kinda good at tennis yo!

-> y/user: does the gold medal mean nothing to you?

-> landonorris: not really :0

-> y/user: well … Osc?

-> oscarpiastri: don’t involve me :(

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[elejah-wonderland]

_elejah

_time travel_au

a/n: Elena is sent to 1988 to get Elijah's blood for a spell. She was not supposed to talk to him...but one thing lead to another and she fell in love. As she returned to 2035, her real time, she is heartbroken. Elijah died together with Klaus in 2026.

*

_a random snippet

*

*

New York, 2035

No matter how much she tried to move on and forget about Elijah, she could not.

"I know that I shouldn't have got involved. I know that. And the way things were left - everything just made it worse."

"This is why time travels were a big NO." Bonnie said citing her Gram's Grimoire froma case before.

"But ours was for a good cause." Elena reminded her friend.

"Yeah - but left you miserable."

"I will get over it - eventually. I guess I need to grieve. There's nothing else I can do." the brunette looked at the polaroid of Elijah she had taken.

Flashback

"Always and Forever" Elena thought. "But it's not going to be. There will be dreams to come for you, sunshine on rainy days, laughter and silliness, just not together. Just not together. You would never forgive me lying to you again. Taking away the memories of you and me. The love we shared. But deep down in my heart I pledge the always and forever. I do."

*

Meanwhile

In New Orleans, Freya found a box at the back of an old wardrobe. Opening it, she found a notebook with Elijah's handwriting on, saying simply - notes. As she opened it, she found a paper wedged in. Curious to see what it entailed, she unfolded it.

Dear Elena,

I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you. The reason for this letter now is - I die tomorrow, I wanted you  to know that you sparked something inside me I thought was dead and buried.

By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side. Every moment spent with you was like walking through paradise. You had my heart spellbound the moment I have set my eyes on you. I have not known the intensity of my feelings for you until one morning as I woke up. It was like a dance of rich adventure, tenderness, dreams that were most real, even though I've never told you so. 

I'm taking my leave now. As Khalil Gibran had said 'The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives'

Faithfully Yours, Always and Forever,

Elijah'

Freya looked at it, slightly shook by the content of the letter.

"Hey," Keelin said as she stepped in the attic, "have you found the pin amulet?"

"No - but - Elijah's writings and - a letter" Freya said.

"What letter? Are you ok? What does it say?" Keelin knelt down next to her wife.

"A letter to Elena - he never posted. Dated the day after our wedding." Freya said.

"We can post it to her now. Or give it to her when we visit Hope. What does it say?"

"He apologizes to her...uhm - it's really strange. It seems like he was in love with her. I know it's private - but here - read it." Freya handed the letter to Keelin.

"It's private, like you said. Let's post it to her."

"I thought he was in love with Hayley - but it seems it wasn't so" Freya said picking up the box.

"Well, look at Klaus - it was Caroline he was actually the one." Keelin said.

Freya inhaled sharply. "I didn't really know my brothers after all."

"You didn't really spend that much time with them." Keelin concluded.

Freya couldn't disagree.

*

Mystic Falls, a few days later

Salvatore School

"No - you're kidding me, right?" Caroline's eyes widened, blazing surprised at Bonnie.

"I'm resurrecting Elijah - yes." Bonnie said.

"What? Bonnie?" Caroline shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm happy with Damon. You got your happy with Enzo. Elena deserves her happy, too. I am doing it. And that's that.

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #alternative universe #elena and elijah #tvd imagines #time travel au #1980s #fanfiction

[hatredmadeofgold]

I'm a terrible person with words, but here I go. (using a translator, my English is a little shit when it comes to writing and a little bit when it comes to pronunciation, ha!)

I would like to say with ALL my heart that I love your work and the writing in "Sing to Me", my heartbeat even accelerates when I remember the existence of this work of art and how wonderful the sensation was, the euphoric feeling of read each chapter and see all the care and dedication put into it. I have immense affection for Raiden, Sam (and Monsoon :)). Seeing how complex they are in the story brings me immense satisfaction, and I just wish all the positive recognition for you, it's impeccable.

(There's a lot I'd like to express, like my hyperfocus- but hey, I'm a terrible person at showing appreciation and affection, I hope you got the message anyway :))

hugs and kisses from a Brazilian! 🇧🇷❤

Oi, não se preocupa! Não sou falante nativo, mas entendi muito bem. Da próxima vez, você pode me escrever em pt-br (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Thank you so much!! I am really happy to know that you enjoy my work 💕 Honestly, every time someone tells me that they enjoy Sing to Me so much, I am getting really happy. This fic means a lot to me and gives me lots of strength and stability, although on the outside it might look that I am not doing much for it for the past year (I do, it's just background work that I can't show T_T massive spoilers and so on). But I mean, I kept saying that each time somebody came to my inbox about it for the last months.

And I am so glad to know that you're feeling like this for each chapter you've read so far! This fic in itself is really complex and long, I could give you a rough estimate of around ~100 Chapters for the main story (Those would be just arc 1-3, the series, however, has 6 arcs in total excluding the 2 AUs). Sooo... let me say, you've got a lot to look forward to, I suppose :3

Also I hope that you'll be curious about the revisions too. Chapter 5 and 6 will have a darker tone than their current version that is on AO3 at the moment, but also will be much better in quality. Chapter 6 will have major changes I think, especially the second halve of it. I am all giddy and excited myself whenever I think about all the plans I have for this story. The drama, the comedy, the (bitter-) sweetness, but also the chaos, the pain and the darker parts of this fic. I wish I could go on a ramble but it's so many spoilers lmao And I don't want to take that away from my readers. If anything, I might drop a few essays about Raiden and Sam that I've got on my to-do list at some point, that in some cases will directly tie to Sing to Me as well.

The series also goes in great detail about Sam's past and who he is as a person because I was a bit dissatisfied with how most fics for this pairing at least that I've read didn't come up with much for his past (but I still liked all of them regardless), hence I went a little bit insane about him. To the point that Sam is technically my OC now (according to my beta reader) lmao

Jsyk, this is my current graph view of my Obsidian vault for Sing to Me and all the dots that connect to him:

My vault is an absolute mess still tbh because the program is a bit overwhelming when you don't know where to start, so this is far from how complex this fic actually even is.

What I can tell you pretty much spoiler free is that the series is complex because timeline wise, it starts in the year of 2001 and ends (technically) in the year of 2026. I say technically because ARC3.5: The War in Heaven goes a bit crazy with science fiction elements and time is... let's say, "relative". The main fic spans from 2019 until 2023 btw.

The prequel (ARC0: I Come with Knives) is entirely about Sam's past, from his POV entirely, and a collaboration with @thatthereneverwas since he originally requested me to write it. Basically adding more Sam lore that we definitely need :3

Please don't hesitate to come to my inbox or DMs if you want to chat about Sing to Me, samuraiden or just Sam or Raiden with me! I don't bite :] Monsoon is also my favourite from the Winds of Destruction aside from Sam, so I get you! I've been thinking of maybe including him in the fic as well, but it's uncertain how so yet, and if it will just be a flashback of some sort 🤔 But I take notes as I go, we'll see :3

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#polastrieve #ask #samuraiden #Jetstream Sam #Raiden #MGR #my writing #Sing to Me

[crazy56u]

Whelp, I just woke up, and (without naming names) I just saw a reaction that I am 100% taking with a grain of salt.

Let’s take a look.

Okay, if they’re bringing up the chip subplot now after it supposedly got resolved, that’s not a good sign.

Also, Ben got fucked out of saving Hannah’s husband. And having seen the synopses for the last two episodes of the season [sidenote, NBC, ya gonna fucking announce a renewal or… …?], long story short, oof.

And we’re at a funeral reading in 1953, and Ben may or may not be the maid.

Okay, no offense, that vase looks like shit.

“Is this a joke?” I know, right?!

Oh, so Daddy was too busy being Indiana Jones to remember how money worked.

“To my fearless Dina-” “It’s Dean.” …misspelling, or deadnaming? Is this a trans plot?

A ship in a bottle, I don’t know if they make those anymore.

And it goes smash. …revealing a map; okay, Ben won this will reading.

Addison, why the fuck do you continue to have the shittiest timing

“Hey, I know we’re supposed to be working, and Ben just leapt in, but you wanna ditch this episode?”

Okay, legitimately, I couldn’t tell if Ian was wearing glasses or not.

“I planned a wedding once. That led to me burying a not-dead man’s belongings in the park; the cops are still nagging me to dig that shit up.”

Yeah, remember, you have jobs?

“Are you sure I’m not rushing you?” You want to get married a day or so after proposing. What do you think?

Like, not to make a controversial statement, but Ross Gellar at least had the foresight to wait a few months.

“Do not wait to live your life. Otherwise, time travel will fuck you over.”

And the horrible vase is dead.

San Patricio… Quick Google search gave me this little number, so my interest is peaked…

…okay, I don’t think Wikipedia mentioned cursed jewels, so fuck me, I guess.

Okay, wait, I just realized: is Sarah played by Veronica from Riverdale?

How much longer until they realize the Accelerator isn’t doing shit, and it’s Ben?

I agree: Family bullshit is less enticing than being Indiana Jones. But unfortunately, it’s this show, so you should already know the punchline.

“[Dean] is the key to all this.” Like how Horace was the key to Halloween Havoc.

I love the Kramer entrance Ben just pulled.

Teamwork makes the dream work, and maybe Veronica can stop bitching.

I love how Will Man is intentionally withholding the lore unless it’s for dramatic moments.

Okay, quick math time; 40 mill in 1953 would be about… almost half a fucking billion in 2024, so…

This looks less like Mexico and more like The Darjeeling Limited.

Who sings opera while biking?

Yes, that’s right, make Addison bring up the wedding now of all places…

“Hey, I know you’re talking to ghosts, but check out the map!”

Well, given how the priest killed for those jewels, blood probably did get on them, so he wasn’t wrong…

That wasn’t “fashion advice”, that was “we’re going on a treasure hunt, don’t overload the fucking suitcase” advice, Veronica.

“Okay, maybe let’s stop deadnaming and let’s get crunk.”

[Okay, how have I not noticed the producer is named “Meg Fister” until now?]

Yes, Jenn, Ian does want to do their job, that’s not a shock.

“Look, if we’re still pretending 2023- now 2024- is supposed to be 2026, then Addison and Tom can get married. That’s the law.”

[I will fucking laugh if my long standing theory pays out, and Ben undoes the time skip.]

“Hey, Rachel, I just said a sitcom line-” “Ian, we are fucked, they remembered the chip subplot.” “I thought we finished that!”

…is Tom a puppet?

And, in a rather appropriate cutaway, we go to the bar.

A bar is not a place to yell, pleas calm down.

“Nadia, where did you learn Spanish?” “From a person who speaks Spanish.”

I don’t like how the bartender is immediately in the know.

And that satchel is going to get taken in 5… 4… 3…

Ben, with that type of scratch, you can change all their fucking lives.

“And what are we doing?” Not looking after a satchel?

Why does their dad look like Santa?

And it’s now a race.

Ben, he was clearly lying about not believing the treasure was real.

Sarah, you don’t just get to decide to abandon the episode after fucking everything up.

“I have a very good memory, and I’m friends with a ghost.”

Sarah, if you hadn’t left the satchel, this wouldn’t be as bad, stop denying fault.

Meanwhile, back in Subplot 2.

Look, Ian, if it makes you feel any better, given how next week involves a leap into the 1980s, dealer’s odds Ben accidentally erases Gideon from the show.

Meanwhile, back to the treasure; this is a packed week for everyone, isn’t it…

Well, this is Indiana Jones coded, so one of you had to do the snake line…

“Well, I am not climbing down that.” Okay, die then.

Okay, you won’t drown, but if you slip, you will break something. Small miracles.

So the jewels are a metaphor- okay, if the plot twist is that the dad hid the jewels back home, due to “home being the real treasure,” I will piss blood.

“Some say it was Saint Patrick. Some say it was Santa.”

Okay, I thought that was gonna be a zombie.

Either bartender wanted to cover his tracks, or bartender is under those rocks.

“Is there another option?” Get to fucking digging.

Sarah, legitimately, stop being a bitch.

God is getting angry now, that’s how much we’re approaching the Family Bullshit Event Horizon.

Okay, that’s peak comedic timing. “THE ROCK’S FAKE! :D”

Dad’s pun fetish, I swear to God.

Stephen King had once again gotten his grubby mitts into an episode of Quantum Leap.

They found the prop wall.

That was not fucking funny, that got me.

…well, I mean, to be fair, the key to all great comedy is misdirection… 🥁

And of course.

[I choose to split this up now.]

#quantum leap #spoilers #the family treasure #friends #riverdale #OSW review #Halloween Havoc 1998 #Seinfeld #the darjeeling limited #the shawshank redemption #to be continued

[maddieautobot273]

Hey everyone, I wanted to give you guys an update and kinda apologize for slow and lack of updates on Silk & Cologne. My muse isn’t the same as when I first started and would update almost constantly, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing it!

With more irl things and responsibilities coming up, those have to come first so I’ve been keeping busy with work, trying to save up as much money as possible because. . . My fiancé and I are working to save up for our wedding 🥰

We’re both working, he just got promoted to full time again after finishing school, and I am working (with 4-5 shifts a week) but part time and not as many hours so I’m searching for full time work.

What does this mean for Silk & Cologne? I’ll still continue to update and work on it when I can. I’m still sticking with my goal of updating it until BTSV releases which from what ppl predicting online could be late 2025-early 2026. With this new schedule, I’ll working on future chapters for Silk & Cologne, but I’ll also be working on side AU mini fics for fun to help keep my muse up so I don’t suffer through burnout like I did before, or at least try to.

The current AU I’m plotting right now is a Cinderella AU! I’ll try to cap it at 10 chapters like I did the Christmas special so they’re not too long. As for Silk & Cologne, my current plan is just a bit of catch up and a breather for the characters before I dive in to the first major arc of Part II! (SPOILER: Lisa visiting her step-father Jin).

I wanted to thank everyone again for the continued love and support for my work! We are inching towards the 20K milestone on AO3 and some of the most recent chapters have been my most active posts here on Tumblr! Thank you all so much 🥰

I hope you all have a pleasant day, Miguel Nation! ❤️

#silk & cologne #&&silk & cologne #&&update #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #fanfiction #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x spiderpersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #thank you all again for your patience! 🙏❤️

[ily-fictional-women]

The Hope I Find In You || Chp 3

Chapter 3: Mama Widow

Summary: Plans are made, and emotions are suppressed. Nothing could go wrong later, right? 

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x teen!fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing I know of but let me know if I should add anything. 

Word count: 2026 (yes I know it’s more than usual)

a/n: Just a reminder in the story if there’s any text that <” Looks like this.”> it just means the character(s) is saying something in a different language, I’m just trying to have minimal google translated stuff. (Reblogs are welcome but please no translating and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged.) Also here’s a link to the master list.

Warehouse rooftop 10:34 pm 

Y/n panicked as she waited for Yelena, they were supposed to both be on the rooftop by 10 pm for the ambush but Yelena was late. “Hey, hey I’m here.” Y/n’s worry eased slightly “Where were you?! We were supposed to be up there over thirty minutes ago.” Yelena rolled her eyes at Y/n “Well not everyone has a pre-made supply bag for them alright! Now you go up there and try and stall while I take out as many people as possible.”

“Good luck with that.” 

Once Y/n made it up to the rooftop she was met with her main employer, Niko Constantin. <”You’re late Y/n.”> His tone never changed, or at least from what Y/n has heard from working for him. It was always stern like he was full of hatred 24/7. <”And you should try speaking English more instead of Russian. ‘A man with limited knowledge will limit his capabilities’ isn’t that Dreykov used to say?”> Niko grabbed ahold of Y/n’s face “Don’t you speak his name around me. He is a deadman.” He examined her face slightly “And why are you so mouthy? It’s very unbecoming of you.” Y/n moved his hand now gripping onto his wrist “Maybe I’m just changing Niko.” At that moment Yelena hollered to Y/n as the helicopter started “Get in!” Y/n stunned Niko with the widow bites making her escape. Niko winced in pain “You won’t get away with this Y/n! You may have defected but you will come back. You’re still a killer!”

“Buckle yourself up okay?” 

“Yelena, you’re not my mother.” Y/n’s small comment was met with a quick glare from Yelena “So if we have turbulence you want to fall out of the helicopter eh?” Y/n rolled her eyes complying only so she wouldn’t hear more commentary from her. From then on the ride was silent for a while until Yelena finally asked “So, that employer of yours, what’s his problem? He was very, aggressive.” 

“He was part of a separate program in the past. Apparently, it was called ‘Wolf spider ops’ they were trying to make male widows which long story short was not successful because the men weren’t as compliant. With them all being deemed failures they were killed, but Niko got away in time to make a name for himself. Which is how he became a shareholder in the Red Room.” 

“What’s supposed to be his plan than with Dreykov dead?”

“Like any man world domination, to prove other people wrong, and to hold power over women.” 

“Well, you won’t have to worry about him for that long. We should be getting to our stop in a few hours, you should rest.” 

“I don’t need rest Yelena, what I need is to be in control of who I am. And I can’t do that with a mind-controlling chip in my head. Speaking of where in Russia is this ‘friend’ of yours? Also more importantly who is she?” Yelena tensed at the question, Melina had signed off on Y/n’s file which meant Y/n probably won’t react well to seeing her. Y/n pressured her “Yelena, who is she? Why aren’t you answering me!” 

“Melina Vostokoff. Her name is Melina Vostokoff. And she is more my mother rather than my friend.” Y/n did her best to hold in her anger, but it was hard. Melina had been the one to watch over the experiments she went under. She watched her in pain, she watched her suffer, it’s hard to forgive a thing like that. 

St. Petersburg Russia 8:23 am 

“Yelena?”

“What’s up?” 

“Did she help you? With the Red Room. Did she help you take it down?” The fear in her voice is what made Yelena want to hold her close, but she put a reassuring hand on her shoulder instead. “Yeah, she did. Without her, I wouldn’t be this far into freeing widows.” Y/n took a deep breath “Okay.” On the way to  Melina’s home, Yelena held Y/n’s hand doing her best to comfort her. Yelena knocked on the door and Melina opened it, as she did though all the memories flooded back for Y/n. 

“Hi, Mama.” 

“Hi, sweetheart.” Yelena had let go of Y/n’s hand and pulled Melina into a brief hug. As Yelena pulled away from the hug Melina finally acknowledged Y/n. “And who are you?” Before Y/n could say anything that could cause a problem Yelena intervened, “That’s actually why we’re here, we need your help. You worked on the white widow program yes?” 

“Regrettably yes, why?” 

“We need help removing Y/n’s chip.” 

“Why would you need to do that, the only person who had access to his framework was Dreykov and he’s gone.” 

Y/n finally chimed in “Remember Niko Constantin? He’s gaining more control of the different widows, and when I was under his control he had me go on a mission to get his access to the framework.” 

“Okay, come in. The more we talk the more time he’ll have to get access to you.”  

As Melina went to get the right supplies for the operation Yelena pulled Y/n to the side “Hey, I know you’re scared but-” Y/n interrupted her “I’m not scared.” Yelena ignored the interruption and continued “Just know I’ll be here the whole time alright? I’m not going to let her hurt you.” The reassuring words comforted Y/n “Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

After some time Melina came to the duo who had made themselves comfortable on the couch “Okay, everything is set up. There is one thing though.” She was holding a syringe, one with a long needle “We need to sedate her.” 

Yelena stood up immediately “No, we're not doing that! There- there has to be a better option.” 

“Yelena, it’s okay.” She looked over at Melina “Let’s get this over with already.” As Y/n was sedated she was reminded of how she was sedated for other reasons. Like the first time she tried to escape the Red Room, she was filled with so much anger and hatred but somehow this time was different. Yelena being there with her was some of the best reassurance she received, it was actually the only comfort she received. 

After Y/n was fully sedated she pulled Melina to the side “Uh- do you need help with this?” 

“Yelena, if you want to stay and watch to make sure she’s safe you can.” 

“How’d you know?” 

“The way you look at her, it’s the same way Natasha looked at you when you were kids. You know better than to think I wouldn’t notice.” Yelena smiled “Thank you, Mama.”

7:02 pm 

The operation took a few hours, but once Y/n was put to bed so she could rest Yelena sat in a nearby rocking chair in case she woke up. After around 2 hours though Melina opened the door to the room talking to Yelena “Dinner is done if you want some Lena.” Admittedly she was hungry and couldn’t pass up on home cooking. Once she settled down at the dinner table with her mother eating the mac n’ cheese she made Melani started to try and make conversation. “So, you and that girl” Yelena swallowed her food “Her name is Y/n.” Melina nodded “Yes, Y/n. What’s your plan once you leave here?” Yelena looked up at her questioningly then answered sarcastically  “What implied we were leaving?” Melina laughed at the comment, missing the company. “In all seriousness Mama, we had planned to take down this framework so no one can access it but what we know is limited, or at least what Y/n has told me.” She took a swig of the alcohol that had been left out on the table “I was just wondering if you knew anything.” 

“I was wondering the same thing, Melina.” Y/n peered through the doorway still obviously still in pain from earlier. Melina ignored how Y/n made her comment inviting her to sit next to Yelena “Oh, Y/n sit, please eat.” As Melina served Y/n what was left from the dinner she continued the earlier question “What I mainly know about the framework is that whoever has access to it has access to its program. So as long as you get access to the main controls you should be able to shut down the program altogether.”  

“Well, Niko and my other employers should be all at their headquarters within about a week. They’re meeting so can discuss how they’re going to use the framework in their own favor. I’m actually supposed to be there as an example of how the program works.” 

“Well have you been there before? Are there any weak points of the building?” 

Melina and Y/n both replied at the same time in a similarly questionable tone “Well…” Y/n continued “There are foundational pillars in the building, problem is, it’s where they will be keeping the framework program.” Y/n reached for the alcohol bottle that was still on the table after Yelena drank from it. Although after slowly lifting it up she received a quick slap to the hand from Yelena “No, you’re not drinking. Anyways, that shouldn’t really be a problem, right? I mean, as long as we are able to ambush them we could get access to the framework then leave some bombs down there and get out, easy peasy.”

Melina shot her daughter a questioning look “Sure but what exactly are you going to use to blow this place up? And more importantly, how do you plan to get in?” Yelena smiled slightly wrapping an arm over Y/n “Simple, Niko already believes Y/n is going to come back, so we just give him what he wants. And while she goes back to him I’ll be captured by her. And when it comes to explosives I’m sure you have enough to share Mama.” 

With the other two not being able to argue with that Yelena brushed herself off getting up from her chair “Well I think I’ve had enough of this talking with the two of you I’m going to take a nap” she yawned loudly “You two should talk though. Get to know each other more.” As Yelena walked away Y/n gave Melina a long glare “I’m assuming by the way you’re looking at me you have some questions for me.” Not wasting any time Y/n got straight to the point trying to hold her composure “Do you feel remorse?” 

“Remorse for what?” 

“Everything Melina. You watched me and so many young widows go through so much pain. And when I looked at you– you showed no fear, no sadness, no anger towards what we were going through. And lord knows what else you put Yelena and Natasha through as kids.” That last sentence is what hurt Melina the most it was never her intent to hurt the two, she was just following orders “I do Y/n, every day I do. But you have to understand the Red Room was all I had. I had nothing else to my name. I had nowhere else to go. When you are older I hope you understand that.” Y/n fiddled with her fingers trying to conceal the mixed emotions she was feeling. Eventually, she got up leaving the now awkward silence “Thank you for the food, Melina.”

“You should get some rest too Y/n, you look tired.” Y/n had gotten that comment all that time, and she hated it. She didn’t need sleep, what she needed was peace of mind, that the Red Room, Dreykov, or Niko and his “friends” won’t come back or at least that she won’t have to see them again. Or at least that’s what she thought. “I’m fine, I just need some fresh air.” Leaving the house and sitting out on the porch Y/n pressed her hands against her face trying to calm herself. Normalcy, what a dream. 

#yelena mcu #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #giving a mentally unstable adult a child trope #aroace yelena belova #ily_fictional_women

[incarnateirony]

Let's seal away the din of each fandom thinking their noise make them special snowflakes for a second, and look at things in scale.

Because the average reporter on these things really doesn't know the machinations of the things they seek scoops on, so let's dig a little bit, and figure out where Nexstar's heads are at.

When it was first announced, many people scratched their heads; early articles threw the same 50+ audience I had joked, but that was the line--it was a joke. It was nonsustainable for primetime at the given costs. It was just funny to say it would be full of AARP ads.

But then came time to break down how AA's demo never flinched during boycotts because of the AA audience still being one of the largest demographics consuming TV by classic means, for any variety of reasons I'm not unpacking in this post.

That is, within 18-49. And like anyone paying attention to their priority on earnings, rejoining the rest of the world in the pre-pedowitz 18-49 was the way to do it, and to fix everybody's collective problems.

This isn't a transition only rattling CW, though. CW under Nexstar is actually TAKING its bizarre underdog position, cutting its losses and jumping forward.

Over time, the 10p slot on networks has largely shut down and returned to local broadcasters and affiliates. ABC held out for a great while. But it's closing that down. That's 5 hours less scripted TV space on air anymore, flat. Less real estate.

And of that real estate, much like I warned and many report, there's an overall thinning of mass volume purchasing and bulk product creation in the industry. As a worker this does kind of suck, because less stuff being ordered means less jobs. But it also ends systemic conveyor belts that choke out other creatives outside of the megacorp's approved lever pull.

ALL networks, not just CW, are cutting several shows even in non10p slots, and essentially replacing them with unscripted content. Half of ABC is going to the slaughter house this year, every network risks its own bloodbath. CW got most of the worst of it out of the way last year, while tying up their loose ends with final seasons this spring, for the most part.

But all those people seeking unscripted content are going to be awash. You go to the Next Big Network and it, too, is thinner pastures than you remember.

Nexstar is choosing key properties it can wave around. Like hey, we grew up like you did. But remember Smallville? Remember Dawson's Creek? Yeah we got those people, and we're bringing back the sitcoms yall used to watch some days back then, but new now. And we got like, a Supernatural spinoff, but it's gay, check it out.

Suddenly 15 years of fans come rushing in hungry for content because ain't shit on TV anymore. And Nexstar then shoves them at their other new content being ordered, and uses that to repair CW's damaged userbase, resist any kind of decline, maybe even dare to pinch up numbers while others go down, or at least in the cases they're investing budget in.

The growing obsoletion of the radio towers involved in the chain of delivery that is TV is a race of syndicates modernizing by other means, like Studio City, radio ventures, streamers and network purchases. And deep down in the bones, outside of anyone yelling opinions about a TV show in particular, those are the motions we're feeling right now.

And, for what it's worth, Jensen navigated this, just like the mergers and collapses all around him before it, like a master, in a way that basically secures him as WB's leading content creator on its remaining airspace at WB, until the HBO Max Transition.

What WB is really holding out for is globalization being sustainable via subscription methods by 2025-2026 once they expect to be in all countries by end of that season, which is coincidentally around a supernatural 20 year anniversary date. But that's neither here nor there for this post, as much as: the industry is propping itself up as it slowly falls down and rebuilds.

realistically, WB only cares about maintaining a few more years of airspace, after that it's whatever, but that investment itself is in that exclusivity deal with Chaos Machine Jackles has, both for The Winchesters, and the increasing Jenmish overlap of DC and Berlanti.

These are also setting the stage for future franchise decisions, something WB notoriously struggles with--Harry Potter in major decline, DC in turmoil and more, but once their direct orders are reduced, it'll pull together. And Roth made sure Zaslav knew this about Supernatural as a slept on franchise, from the jump, while telling Jensen exactly how to run the pending obstacle course.

[storiesforallfandoms]

your real prize ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2026

request?: yes!

“hey! i love your work and can you do a MGK fic thats like based off of the bbma awards? Basically mgk x reader (instead of megan), where y/n is teasing him on the runway (cause if you've seen pics her hand is literally groping his crotch) and then after they fuck in the bathroom (also based off of his insta story). and he's like kinda mad thats she was teasing him but also happy cause he won and super turned on. Okay i have no idea if that made any sense at all but just an idea for you :)”

description: after teasing him for the entire red carpet, she decides to give him a big reward for all the wins he got that night

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

She may as well have been wearing nothing. Actually, she was close enough to that already. She was wearing a black, mesh body suit with a lacy black bra underneath, a pair of skin tight leather pants that showed off every curve of her, and black lace up boot heels. She had left their place with a leather jacket on, but that didn’t last long the moment they arrived to the red carpet.

Colson couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, or his hands for that matter. He had his arm around her waist, or he was holding her hand, or he was “accidentally” (as he claimed) touching her boobs.

Not that (Y/N) was any more innocent. While they were posing on the red carpet, she was stood in front of him while his arm was around her. In an ample position for her to reach back and lightly brush her hand against his crotch, which was exactly what she did. Feeling the light touch, Colson shuffled awkwardly and tried to keep his face neutral. He lowered his mouth to (Y/N)’s ear.

“You better watch yourself, princess,” he whispered.

She turned to look up at him. “Or what? You’ll punish me?”

She smirked when she garnered the reaction she wanted out of him.

The rest of the walk down the red carpet was painfully slow for Colson. The way (Y/N) walked was so effortlessly sexy that he couldn’t help but stare longingly at her, not to mention how often she would tease him out there in the open. If it wasn’t her hand grazing against his crotch, it was her leaning back against him so her ass was against him. She was driving him crazy and there was nothing he could do about it. Not right now anyways.

When they finally made it inside (or into where the award show was to be held, since it was still basically an outside venue) and to their table, Colson put an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pulled her to him, pressing his mouth against her ear.

“You’re gonna get it when we’re alone,” he whispered. “All that teasing and I can’t even have you until after the show.”

“There’s bathrooms here,” she suggested. “We could always sneak off.”

Colson smiled and kissed her head. “God, you’re such a fucking tease. Maybe I’ll make you wait just to get you back for teasing me.”

“Would that be more torture for me or for you though?”

She looked back at him with innocent eyes, but the way she was biting on the straw of the drink provided for them was anything but innocent. Colson had to grip the table to keep from grabbing her and pulling her away then and there.

When the award show started, his annoyance only grew. The performances from other artists seemed like they were going on way too long, and none of his categories were announced until midway through the show. He couldn’t had (Y/N) twice over by the time the first category he was nominated in was finally announced.

“And the award for Top Rock Artist goes to...Machine Gun Kelly!”

In that moment of happiness, Colson’s annoyance and arousal melted away. He took hold of (Y/N)’s face without a second thought and pulled her for a kiss. She whispered to him that she loved him before he went to the small stage to say his thank you speech.

In the end, Colson won two of the three awards that he was nominated for, which he was extremely proud of. Only two of the awards were aired, the two that he won, and the other was just set to be announced online. So, the moment he stepped off stage after accepting the second award and the show was called to commercial break, he took hold of (Y/N)’s arm and started dragging her towards the bathrooms.

“The show isn’t over yet,” she said, her voice dripping in fake innocence.

“It is for me,” Colson decided. “I’m done with the teasing. I think it’s time I get a different kind of award.”

Luckily, the nearest bathroom was empty when the two of them arrived. Colson closed the door and locked it before roughly shoving (Y/N) against it. He immediately started to kiss her, his hands wandering down her body to cup her ass. She gasped into the kiss as she felt the sting of his hand slapping one of her cheeks, which just gave Colson ample opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth.

It was all sloppy and not what either one of them were used to at all. Neither of them were into quickies. They both liked to take their times with one another, to savor every intimate moment. But this was past the point of being able to wait to savor the moment. Colson wanted (Y/N) more than anything, and (Y/N) had been hoping all night that Colson would take them somewhere private.

One of his hands moved from her ass to slip down the front of her tight leather pants. A finger trailed over the bottom of her bodysuit, feeling the dampness she had there.

“Goddamn, you’re not even wearing any panties,” Colson breathed. “You really are naughty today, aren’t you?”

(Y/N) didn’t get a chance to respond before Colson was pushing aside the bottom part and started rubbing her bare clit. (Y/N)’s head lulled back against the door as a moan escaped her lips. Colson quickly covered her mouth, stifling any other noises that would threaten to fall from her lips.

“Shh,” he told her. “We don’t want anyone hearing us, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head. Colson took his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his own lips. As he did, he slipped a finger inside of her wet core. His kiss muffled the moan that erupted from her lips before she could stop it.

If this is his version of teasing me, it’s quite effective, she thought to herself. As much as she loved when Colson used his hands on her, all she wanted in that moment was for him to fuck her senseless. There was only so much his hands could do to get her off.

But, obviously, whatever he was doing in that moment was enough because she felt herself starting to hit her climax. She put a hand up to push Colson away, trying to take his hand from down her pants.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum,” she stuttered out, her head starting to feel light. “I...I don’t wanna - ”

“Cum on my fingers, princess,” he said. “I wanna feel it so bad.”

She couldn’t stop herself. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her hips against Colson’s fingers as she felt the wave of pleasure hit her so suddenly. She tried to hold on to something to keep her standing upwards, finally deciding on putting her hands on Colson’s shoulders.

Watching her come undone and feeling her clenching around his fingers was enough to finally drive Colson over the edge. He couldn’t wait anymore.

He took his hand from her pants and turned (Y/N) around so her back was to him. He positioned her so her ass was out and her arms and head were resting against the door. In one quick motion, he had her pants down around her ankles and the bottom of her bodysuit pulled aside.

(Y/N) tried to look over her shoulder at him, the words to beg him for his dick on the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t have to beg, because he was already slipping himself into her, using her own wetness as the lube he needed to bury himself deep inside of her.

Trying to keep quiet suddenly wasn’t as easy as either one of them thought it would be.

Once Colson started to thrust into her, (Y/N) had to bite down on her hand to keep from making noises. At the position he had her, he was effortlessly hitting her g-spot. That plus the fact that she was still a bit sensitive from her first orgasm had (Y/N) whimpering in pleasure and seeing stars. It soon became evident that any attempts to keep her moans down were futile.

Colson took a handful of her hair and pulled it back until her back was touching his chest. With one hand planted firmly on her waist, guiding her back with every thrust, he put the other around her throat and squeezed ever so slightly. Just enough to give (Y/N) the lightheaded, dizzy feeling that always drove her crazy.

“God, I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he murmured into her ear. “You look so fucking sexy in your see through body suit and those tight pants. You knew exactly what you were gonna do to me tonight, didn’t you?”

She tried to nod, but Colson roughly turned her head to face him. “Use your words, princess.”

“Y-Yes, sir” she said. “I-I knew what I was gonna do to you in this outfit.”

“And all that teasing? That was hardly fair.”

“N-No sir, it wasn’t f-fair at a-all.”

“In all fairness, I shouldn’t have let you had that first orgasm. Maybe I won’t let you have the second one as punishment instead.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at the suggestion. He already had her right where he wanted her - a moaning mess with his dick as deep inside of her as it could go. She was starting to near her second orgasm and she wasn’t sure if she could stop it if that’s what Colson decided her punishment would be.

“Please,” she said, her voice desperate.

“Please what, princess?”

“Please let me cum again sir. Please, I’m so close already. I can’t hold it back.”

A small smirk tugged at Colson’s lips. “Can you hold it for a few seconds so I can cum with you, princess?”

She wasn’t sure she could, but she nodded anyways.

Colson took hold of her hips with both hands and slammed her down against him so rough that the sound of their skin slapping together could be heard throughout the quiet bathroom. (Y/N) had officially abandoned her attempts to be quiet and started moaning out with every thrust. Just as she felt herself starting to tighten around him again, Colson thrusted in once more and filled her up.

(Y/N) leaned against the door, breathing heavily as she tried to regain herself. It wasn’t until she felt her hair sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck that she realized how sweaty she had become from their activities.

Colson pulled out of her, causing (Y/N) to whimper from the loss of contact. He pulled her bodysuit bottom over her dripping core and pulled her leather pants back up in place. (Y/N) tried to turn to face him, but stumbled as a result of her sore legs and the heels she was still wearing. Colson laughed as he caught her and stood her upright.

“I picked the wrong footwear for this type of activity,” (Y/N) joked. “I don’t think I can walk back and stand at our table for the rest of the show.”

“I wasn’t planning on staying anyways,” Colson said. “I got those awards, I’m not performing, and I don’t really wanna go to any of the after parties.”

“I wanna shower,” (Y/N) decided. “I feel so sweaty and these pants are basically stuck to me now. This outfit was a good idea in theory, but now that I’ve actually been fucked in it, I just wanna burn it.”

Colson chuckled and hoisted (Y/N) on his back, causing her to giggle from the sudden gesture.

“I’ll carry you to our ride,” he said. “Let’s just hope there’s not too many people standing outside the door to see us all disheveled and sweaty.”

(Y/N) groaned at the thought as she buried her head in Colson’s shoulder, hoping to hide her embarrassment from anyone who may be around.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly smut #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker smut #colson baker x reader #imagine #one shot #request #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[leftoverenvy]

Secrets of the West Wing (ch. 24)

This is for @sweetprentiss's spring writing challenge!

A/n: Also, I know I said this was the last plot point, but I'm just not ready to say goodbye to these characters, so there will be a few more updates after this. This chapter is from Emily's POV.

Warnings: light medical talk (as much as I can for a non-doctor)

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Taglist: @senkaonashi

Chapter 24 - Athena Broken

June 2026 - Emily's POV

Derek and I rushed as fast as we could with him carrying y/n's dead weight.  I tried to talk to her to get her to regain consciousness; I was so worried about her head injuries.  Black and blue already formed across her precious cheek bone, and blood dripped down the side of her temple.  If I hadn't already killed Green, seeing her broken like this would definitely drive me to do it.

"Ahh, Agent Prentiss.  Good to see you again," Dr. O'Connor greeted us at the Medical Unit.

"You too," I replied stiffly.  I rushed on, "Y/n has severe trauma to the head.  She's suffered multiple blows, I think.  I witnessed her being pistol whipped myself, and I think he punched her multiple times before that."

"She threw up in the bunker," Derek added.

"From the head trauma, or as an emotional trauma response?" Dr. O'Connor asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.  "She also had trouble breathing deeply.  Broken rib, maybe?"

"Let's get her a full body CT to see what we're workin with."  He gestured for Derek to follow him.   When we arrived in the radiology room, Derek placed y/n on the table.  She moaned and blinked her eyes.  I rushed to her side and grabbed her hand.

"Hey, Angel.  Can you hear me?"  She whimpered in response, her eyes fluttering behind her lids.   "Come on baby, wake up.  I'm right here."

"If we can keep her awake, that would be great.  I'm very concerned about the head trauma," Dr. O'Connor spoke.

"Open your eyes for me, baby."

"No," she groaned.  I chuckled in relief, my stubborn princess coming around.  Her eyes popped open, and I pushed her hair behind her ears, needing to touch her.

"Hey, Angel," I said softly.

"Where am I?  I only remember the bunker..." she said looking around.

"We're in the Medical Unit.  You need a CT of your head and chest.  Lay really still for me baby, okay?"

"And keep her talking and awake, please," O'Connor stated.

"Did you hear that?  Stay awake for me baby."

"I'm awake, Emily," she said with a sigh and a bit of attitude.  She was already exasperated with me fussing over her.  She was going to have to get over that because I wasn't leaving her side until she was better.  I was concerned for her health but underlying it all was guilt that this happened at all.  She was injured and it was all my fault.

"Prentiss, I need you over here.  Put this on," he said handing me a lead apron to protect against radiation.  I raised an eyebrow at him.  "It's this or leave the room."  I grabbed it and hurriedly put it on.  There was no way I could stand to be away from her right now.

He slid her back into the machine and started the scan.  I wished I could be closer to her.  Waiting for the scan to finish was agonizing.  Even though it was just a few minutes, my guilt overwhelmed me and I longed to touch her.  And when it finished, he adjusted the machine and took a second scan of her abdomen.  All the while I babbled away at her to hopefully keep her awake.

If I thought waiting for the scans to finish was agonizing, waiting for O'Connor to read them was worse.  At least I got to be near her again though.  "If you'd like to move to the residence while I look these over, I can come there.  That way, she can relax more," he suggested.

"Baby," I said gently, "Do you want to go home?"  She nodded and stood up slowly.  I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to me, my lips softly falling to her forehead.  I shuffled her out to the residence and into the living room.

"Can I change?" she asked before sitting down on the couch.

"Sure, love.  Do you need help with that?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sore," she admitted.  I frowned; I wished I could take away her pain and make it my own.

"Come on," I said pulling her towards our room and her cavernous closet.  "What do you want to wear?" I asked, already reaching for her favorite pajamas.

She sighed, a small smile gracing her bruised face.  "Exactly that.  Thank you, Emily."  I unzipped her dress and helped her out of the rest of her clothes.  I flinched seeing the purple shadow forming over her ribcage.

"Baby," I breathed out.  She reached up and pulled my face up to meet her eyes, not her injuries.

"Please, Em.  It's not that bad," she tried to reassure me.  I wasn't buying it - she could barely lift her arm to put on her shirt.  "Really," she urged.  I slid her shirt over her left arm first, hoping she wouldn't have to move that side of her body too much.  When I finally got the shirt over her other arm and head and pulled it down, I kissed the tip of her nose.

"I love you," I whispered - afraid she didn't know just how much I meant it.  "I couldn't breathe the entire time you were missing.  I don't want to live without you, y/n/n.  You're everything to me."

"Kiss me, please," she urged.  I couldn't bear the thought of not giving her what she wanted, but I also didn't want to hurt her.  "Please," she repeated.  I softly pressed my lips into hers, relishing in the feel of being complete, home.  Her lips were frantic against mine, her hands tangling in my hair.  I had no idea what to do with mine.  I didn't want to settle them on her waist - that seemed so close to her ribs, and anywhere on her head was off limits.  I wound them around her and cradled the back of her neck, softly stroking the hair at the nape of her neck.

She whimpered into my kiss.  I pulled back, concerned.  I thought that was an uninjured place to touch.  "Green, uh-" she swallowed thickly.  "Green pulled me by the hair multiple times," she admitted softly.  I immediately circled around her and lifted up her hair gently, gasping at the small chunk of hair missing from the nape of her neck.

"Y/n/n," I gasped.  She turned as quickly as she could, hiding her scalp from my view.

"Please, Emily.  It's fine."  Anger flared in me at Green and at her for dismissing this so easily.

"No, y/n, it isn't," I said harshly.  My emotions were all over the place from such a hectic evening.  I knew it was unfair to be so short with her, but seeing her so broken was devastating to me.

"I just need to relax, Emily, please.  Just tonight, please.  For me, just let it go," she begged.  I wrapped her in my arms lightly, wishing I could squeeze her closer.  She placed her head on my chest, sighing as she settled into our embrace.

"Madam President?" Morgan called from the front door.  "Dr. O'Connor is here."  She sighed into my neck and then placed a quick peck to the skin directly beneath her lips.  She pulled back and I immediately missed her warmth.  I followed after her into the living room.

She lowered herself to the couch with a slight grunt.  "Okay, doc.  What's the diagnosis?" she asked.

"You definitely have a concussion.  But the good news is, you have no internal bleeding.  Your rib cracked, but it didn't puncture your lung.  So, you don't need surgery."  I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great news," she said quietly.

"Well," he started, "Here comes the bad news.  You have a severe concussion, so no work for at least this week."

"Well that's not possible, wouldn't you say?  I can't just stop working."  She sounded quite put out.  "I'm the President."  I tried not to chuckle at Dr. O'Connor experiencing her attitude for the first time.  I was well-acquainted with it and was happy to be an outsider rather than the one towards whom her sass was directed.

"You can this week," he said not backing down.  She huffed in frustration.  "Does Rossi not have powers right now?" he asked, turning towards me.

She looked at me in shock.  "You invoked the Twenty Fifth?!" she shrieked.

"It's protocol!" I defended.

"But I'm fine," she argued.

I looked at her with a raised brow.  "The doctor just said you can't work.  You need to rest; your brain needs it."

"No screens either for the next forty-eight hours," O'Connor added.

"How am I supposed to run the country without my computer?" she demanded.

"You aren't!" I said, annoyed she wasn't taking her health seriously.  She sighed and leaned into me, all fight deflating from her.

"Can I go to sleep now?" I was shocked she was done fighting so early.  She usually had so much spunk.  "I'm so tired."  O'Connor looked like he was about to say something more, but I glared at him.  "Come on baby, I'll take you to bed."

We walked slowly into our room, and I tucked her in bed.  "Stay-" she said, so brokenly.  My heart ached at the sound.  I placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

"I need to speak with the doctor and then I'll be right back in, I swear baby.  Do you need anything when I come back?"

"Can I have a drink?" she croaked.

"Of course.  I'll be back in flash, love.  Please try to sleep.  I swear I'll be here when you wake up."  It nearly killed me to leave her when she specifically asked me to stay, but I knew O'Connor had more to say.

I walked back out into the living room where he was patiently waiting.  "Sorry about that, but I think you can understand why she wants to sleep."  He nodded.  "I'll tell her everything when she wakes up."

"Her concussion is very bad.  He must have beaten her repeatedly.  You should wake her up tonight and call me if she has difficulty with memory."

"I thought you said she had no bleeding."

"She doesn't, but she still clearly took several hard blows to her head."

"Okay wake her up, check her memory.  What else?"

"I'm serious about no screen time.  At least two days.  I'll come and check on her tomorrow too. But she needs to rest.  And obviously for the next month, no straining, no heavy lifting, no sex," he said pointedly, "Until her rib heals."  Sex was the furthest thing from my mind.  "Just keep her pain managed.  I think that's it for now.  Any major changes and call me," he said handing me his card.  As if I wasn't required to have his number on speed dial.

"Thanks again," I said as he exited the residence.  I quickly grabbed y/n a glass of water and a small snack and went back to our room.  Y/n/n's chest was rapidly rising and falling, her breath coming out in gasps.

"Baby!" I exclaimed, setting everything down on the nightstand.  "What's wrong?!"  Tears streamed down her face.

"I-" and she wailed, her words indistinguishable between her sobs.  I slid in the covers and scooped her into my arms.

"Shhh baby, I'm here.  I'm so sorry.  I'm here.  What can I do?"  She continued to cry, moving her face into my neck, her grip tightening around my shirt.  I rubbed up and down her back and cooed sweet nothings into her ear.

When she came down from her panic attack, her breathing finally leveled out, and she fell asleep.  I was burning with curiosity about what set her off so I could make sure I didn't do it again.  Unfortunately, I had a feeling it was being alone.  There was no way I could fall asleep with her right now - I was too keyed up - but I thrilled at her being safe in my arms.  It was everything I longed for all evening.  Her sleeping in my arms was like a salve on my aching heart.

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#Secrets of the West Wing #iv’s spring writing challenge 2022 🌸 #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader #criminal minds au #wlw writing #🌬 fics

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yandere Bully Jasper Hale X bullied Male Reader

Warning: little violence, bullying, and a little smut. 

Requested from Peramess. 

Background: In this world vampires and humans live together in peace but vampires still mistreat humans because they are weaklings. Then this brings us to Jasper Hale he is the king of H/S/N. He bullies those that weak he likes to pick on one kid specifically... M/n. this goes on for a while until a new boy arrives at school. Jasper doesn’t like how you and him are close. Jasper had to ‘deal’ with Elijah.

M/N: Male name

L/N: Last name

H/S/N: High School Name.

Disclaimer: I have never seen twilight so my knowledge of it low. All I know is its about werewolves and vampires and a girl named Bella.

sorry if this is bad!

Word count: 2026

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*beep, beep, beep*

You heard your annoying alarm clock going off. “Ugh!” you turned off your alarm clock and got up. You see hints of the sun’s rays penetrating through the closed curtains. ‘New day, and more torture.’ 

You were bullied by Jasper Hale, the “Vampire King” of H/S/N. You didn’t understand why he was doing it, you weren’t weak like others. You do go to the gym and workout, but you weren’t strong as Jasper. 

After just staring at the corner for 5 minutes, you finally got up and began your daily routine. You emptied your blabber, bushed your teeth until they were crystal white, and you put on your uniform. 

After a few minutes some finalizations, you made your way downstairs, where you see your mother cooking her famous pancakes. “Good morning sweetie!” Your mother acknowledges your presence entering the kitchen. 

‘Hey mom,” you said with a tired voice. “You okay sweetie? You don’t seem excited.” Your mother asked worriedly. “I’m just tired. I just wanna go back to sleep.” you said, ‘If only she knew.’ You thought to yourself. “Oh okay, anyways breakfast is ready! Dig in!” your mother placed down a plate full of pancakes, bacon, sausages, and eggs with toast and milk on the side. Your mouth was salivating. “Thanks, mom.” 

After a few minutes of eating, you said goodbye to your mother and began walking to school. As you were walking, you began to take in the sights before entering prison- school. 

You began to the building appear in the distance. When you entered, you were met with a kick to the leg. “Ahh.” you fell onto the concrete floor, you looked you see the same blond-haired guy that made your life a living hell, Jasper Hale. (is that blond hair?) 

“Well, well, well look at what we got here.” you heard him say clearly mocking you. “Well, you need to get your daily beating.” You were now scared, nobody was coming to aid you. Everyone was afraid of what might happen to them. You felt pain spread throughout your body as they kicked. 

The bell ring and the kicking stopped. “I’ll be back later to finish what we started.” Jasper whispered into your ear before leaving with his gang. You stayed there for minutes before attempting to get back up.

While you were getting up, you see a hand in front of you. You looked up and see an unfamiliar person. ‘Who is he?’ You questioned. You just stared at his hand before finally taking it. 

“You okay? You looked pretty beat up.” this stranger said. “Yeah, I’m okay this happens daily,” you replied not caring about how he would respond. “If you say so,” he responded. “So are you new here or something? Cause I have never seen you around,” You asked curiously. “Oh, yes. Yes, I am new. And I was wondering if you knew where this class is?” he asked handing you his schedule. You looked over and he had the same classes as you. “We both have the same classes. I can show around if you want,” you offered him. “Okay, let’s get going!”

“By the way, what’s your name?” You asked wanting to get to know him, ‘He could be my first friend!’ you thought excitedly. “Elijah. Elijah Wilson. Nice to meet you. what’s your name?” he now asked you the same question. “Oh, umm M/n. M/N L/N…” you replied nervously since this was your first time having a normal conversation. “Nice to meet you M/N! Now I feel like we should get going.” He replied in a friendly tone. ‘Maybe he isn’t that bad.’ “Yeah, let’s get going,” you replied with a smile on your face. 

“So you have trigonometry for the first period! Come on let me show you where it is.” You said walking in the direction of both you’re first-period class. “Ugh, trigonometry?! Why is math my first-period class!” Elijah said annoyed, while you laughed at him.  

Time skip (4 minutes)

After walking for 4 minutes you and Elijah both made it to class. Once you open the door everybody stared at you. “You’re late!” your teacher said aggravated that you interrupted her class. In the corner of your eye, you can Jasper be chuckling and smirking along with everybody else. That was when Elijah made himself noticed after walking in. Now everybody’s attention was on him. 

“Ahh, you must the new student right?” “Yes, I am. my name is Elijah Wilson,” Elijah replied timidly. “Alright, class Elijah will be joining our class and treat him with respect. Do you need someone to show you around?” Your teacher asked trying to get this over with. “No, M/N said he’ll show me around,” Elijah replied. “Okay, M/N you will show him around! Now… take your seats.” the teacher demanded. 

You went to your seat while Elijah followed you and took his seat next to you since no one wanted to. Everybody was looking at you both, some with a look of pity, and the others just a look of fear of what was going to happen. Jasper was fuming at this and everybody could feel his anger, he just glared at Elijah the whole time. 

Time skip (30 minutes later)

The bell rang signaling that class is over and its time to move to the next class. You packed your things and waited for Elijah at the door. While you were waiting you got for Elijah, you got punched in the back and kicked in the leg, then you felt someone pulling your hair. You looked and wouldn’t you know it, it was Jasper with a furious look on his face. He was about to continue until someone stepped in.

“Hey stop that!” Elijah yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the hallway. “Or what? What are going to do, you weak human.” Jasper said with venom, he let go of your hair and began to walk towards Elijah. Elijah walked forward as well. Jasper was about to punch Elijah but he quickly dodges and landed a punch on Jasper. Then the fight happened, you were just standing there shocked. 

They were both beaten up but Jasper seems to be more injured. ‘How is he doing this?! Jasper is a vampire! He’s human?!’ You thought to yourself as you were confused. Jasper was the first to put out. “Gasp.” everybody gasped. ‘Jasper never backed down!’ you too were shocked. 

After it was over you got up and went to aid Elijah. “Come on we need to get to the nurse’s office.” You helped a very bruised Elijah up and made your way to the office. While you were walking, Jasper was just staring at your back. ‘You’ll be mine M/n…’ 

Time skip (5 minutes)

You knocked on the door. No one answered. You decided to just enter anyways. “Looks like the nurse isn’t here. Go get on the bed and I’ll get the bandages.” you got the bandages and the alcohol from one of the cabinets. You both sat there in silence until Elijah asked something personal… 

“Why don’t you have many friends?” you stopped what you were doing and just looked at him. “I’m sorry if I offended you,” Elijah apologize. “No don’t worry, you didn’t offend me.” it went back to being quiet until you man up and told him what happen. “If you’re wondering why I don’t have many friends… (you paused for a moment) My friends went missing. I don’t know what happened to them,” you said while tears began to pour out of your eyes. You felt Elijah hug you whispering, “It’s alright.”

Jasper was looking in through the window of the door. Jealousy and anger raged through his veins. 

Time skip (2 months later)

You and Elijah have grown close. Jasper for some reason stopped bullying you, now all he does is stare at you, but you paid no attention to it.

It was the end of the school day and you said your goodbyes to Elijah and began your walk home. While you were walking you felt like someone was watching you. 

You heard footsteps behind and you decided to walk faster the figure behind also began to walk faster. Before you know it, you ran trying to get away from this unknown person. But in the end, this unknown figure caught you and pulled you into an alleyway. 

This hooded figure pulled out a cloth with chloroform on it and put it onto your nose. You tried your best not to inhale it but failed. You passed out. 

You woke up and see that you’re chained to the wall. You began to panic, you looked around trying to see you’re surrounding. In the corner of the room you… Elijah chained up to the wall as well. “Elijah!” you called out to him but he didn’t respond. You heard footsteps coming down into the basement. You looked at the entrance and you see…… Jasper. 

“Jasper?! You did this!” You yelled with anger. “Watch that mouth of your sweetheart.” when he said you were flabbergasted. ‘Sweetheart?!?!’ “Sweetheart?! One, why are you calling me that, and two, what did you do to Elijah?!” when I said Elijah’s name, his face changed immediately. ‘Bipolar much.’ 

“Elijah, Elijah! It always about him! Why?!” He said with resentment. “Why?! Because you bullied me every day! Elijah was the only one who actually stood up for me and stood up to you!”  you yelled back at him. After you said that he just looked at you before making a move. “You wanna see what I did to Elijah?! Here have a look!” With that said Jasper throws the dead body of Elijah. You screamed at the sight, his eyes were ripped out and his fingers were ripped off as well. Also, his blood was drained. 

Jasper just laughs at your expression. “Wanna know why his eyes and fingers are ripped off? Because he looked at you. His fingers? He touched you.” you were screaming at how calm he was. While you’re crying out your tears, Jasper began to step closer. 

He grabbed the chains raising you up. He grabbed your wrist pulling you closer and tilt your head to the other side. Jasper began to lick your neck trying your sweet spot, he put his hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t make a sound. “Mmm.” you whimpering until…

“Ahhhh!” you felt fangs penetrating your skin. “Mmm.” Jasper was sucking your blood. He then stopped and began to whisper in your ear. “You taste delicious. Better than that scumbag’s blood. You taste so sweet,” Jasper whispered in your ear while also licking it and biting. 

He went back to sucking your blood in the same location. You passed out from blood loss but before you did, you heard him say something. “You’ll make the best bride.”

Time skip (5 months. 5 months since you went missing.)

“You may now kiss the bride.” Jasper immediately grabbed you and kissed you. “We are now married. Now you’ll be mine forever. Nobody will come to save you. Dead is the only thing that will divide us…”

How did this happen? It started off as Jasper bullying you, now it ends with your Bully marrying you. 

You’re his and he’ll never let you go. 

#jasper hale #yandere jasper #x male reader #yandere jasper x male reader #violence #a little smut #bullying #possessive #obsessive

[kanmom51]

Hello kanmom. I know this is something a lot of jikookers don't wanna talk about about so it's totally ok if you don't want to either, but do you think bts' almost-disbandment in early 2018 had anything to do with jikook? I personally think it was probably a series of issues that bts had both individually and as a group that maybe ended up affecting jikook's relationship too (they were all very strange around that time) rather than the other way around but I wanted to know your opinion about it (and maybe your followers' too! I love when people add their own two cents in the replies/reblogs). I am however aware that this would be highly speculative so again, totally fine if you don't wanna talk about it. Love your blog :)

Hey anon, I apologize it took me so long to get to your ask, and what an ask it is.

Look, we have no real way to know what was going on there.

Please note that everything I write here is pure conjecture, my opinions. Although BTS shared they were contemplating disbandment in 2018, they have never come forward and share exactly what brought them to that point.

Jin 2018 MAMA:

"We had a hard time mentally during the beginning of this year. While talking with each other, we even thought about disbanding.

But we regather our hearts, and I’m glad that we were able to produce such a great result…I’m thankful towards my members who decided to continue… I want to thank my members who always love me and to say thank you to ARMY for always loving us. Thank you".

In "Break the silence" , the docu-series, they opened up about it a little.

JK:

"A lot of things happened in 2018. There were moments that were really tough, but still a lot of good things happened as well. I think we’re re-evaluating our position, our actions, and things like that every year. So, looking back at what happened in 2018, it made me think, “What kind of path will I be on in 2019?” I thought about it a lot that year, and my concerns doubled as well."

Suga:

"I think it’s because things got really hard at the start of the year. There were a lot of things to think about at the time, and there was a lot of doubt about this work. That was on all our minds that year since this job constantly demands that you be on a roller coaster ride. It turned out to be a year where we could reflect on ourselves. That’s what I think."

Jhope:

“In 2018, I think a lot of unexpected things happened that year... Honestly, it felt a bit scary because we never expected so many things that came our way, and we were actually doing them.”

What do we know as factual?

We know they had a real tough go at start, and it took a few years in to start seeing the results to their hard work. This was a time they were succeeding internationally beyond their wildest expectations.

We know that Tae lost his grandmother, whom he was extremely close to in 2016 and then his grandfather in 2017.

We know that Suga sent both JK & Tae a long message in 2018 (we don't know the exact content of this message), and within these messages he told both that he loves them.

We know that the group contemplated disbandment in 2018, that it was a pretty hard time for them all and that at the end they decided against it, only to renew their contracts until 2026.

That's where

We assume that Jikook got together towards the end of 2015 and were well into their relationship by 2018 (this is after serendipity and the Tokyo trip). We assume that by this point all the members were well aware of the relationship.

It would be only natural that a couple within the group would change the group dynamics. Saying that, based on the strong relationships within the group, I really don't think that that shift in dynamics was the cause for discourse within the group or for the members to think of disbandment.

I also don't think that the Jikook's relationship suffered from what was going on. I actually think that their bond strengthened during those hard times.

At this point they were together for 6 years (some even more than that) and probably were feeling fatigued.

With everything they went through, in 2017-18 they kind of reached what they would have thought the peak of their careers. The new found international success (they blew up), again, was beyond their expectations and yes, they were happy for it, but it was also very stressful.

I think it was more about them questioning themselves "where to next?" and add to that perhaps personal issues some of the members may have been experiencing.

#ask #anon

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph!! i was wondering, what do u think abt the rumours of a s5 of sherlock?? 👀👀👀 i have no idea if it’s true of not, tbh, ive kind of lost hope that there ever WILL be a s5 😂😅

Anonymous asked: Hey Steph :) I was genuinely wondering; Do you think there will be another season? Personally, I don't. Wby?

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Anonymous asked: Hi Steph! Well you’ve probably talked about this before, but if you don’t mind answering, do you really believe there’s still a chance for season 5?

I feel like a shitty fan for losing my expectations, but to me the S4 finale (with those scenes of how their life continued and Mary's speech) felt more like a series finale rather than just a season finale.

I know that hope dies last, and of course if tomorrow they announced an S5 my family would have to call an ambulance to stabilize me, but it’s hard to keep the faith when it’s been 5 years without a hint of anything.

Hey Lovelies! *HUGS*

Ooof this seems like something I've been putting aside for too long, hahaha.

I've talked about this in the past several times on these posts:

S5 Posts (Masterlist Apr 2020)

What are your current thoughts about S5

Do you think S5 will happen? (Oct 2020)

Do you still have hopes for an S5 (Nov 2020)

Do You Think S5 Will Happen? (March 2021)

Addressing the S5 Rumours

Did They Confirm a Season 5?

Proof of Mofftiss Baiting Us

What would You like to see in S5?

There's a tonne more, but I think those are the relevant ones to the conversation.

First off, it's okay to both HOPE and LOSE HOPE. It's normal, as long as you – ugh I hate this phrase but it's most descriptive –"manage those expectations"; be HAPPY if it is announced, but don't be a douche if it never is, because like one of y'all said, S4 really had a finale feel to it, and it really felt like they were trying to pitch another show about Mary or James Bond or something. I have a lot more negative, more gossipy thoughts, but I'll omit them from this answer.

Essentially, while I DO hope we'll get one some day, if only to correct whatever the heck S4 was, I DON'T want to give anyone false hopes that it WILL happen. I've worked in media nearly half my life, and EVERYTHING going on is all clickbait and shitposting because we live in an age where likes and clicks are more important than factual news, and until we hear an official announcement from a Studio or Network, we need to just take those nuggets as grain of salt. ALL past seasons WERE announced by the BBC AND Pinewood, THEN by Moffat hours later, THEN by any networks picking it up for international distribution. As I've said in the past, Moffat KNOWS Sherlock The Brand™ gets him clicks and whatever money he wants, so he will tease it until he's bored of it.

A narcissist wins a few Emmys and suddenly he thinks he's god's gift to television.

BUT given the general disinterest in a Season 5 from everyone involved (Ben and Martin nearly cringe every time S4 is brought up), actor schedules being booked right through to 2025 at the EARLIEST, the websites tied to the show have elapsed and expired years ago, I think we won't get anything more than a one-off special again as a 20 year anniversary or something, after the bitter taste of S4 has become a distant memory in the public's eye.

And, personally, I think it's better they leave it be. Yes, I love the show, and would love to see it continue. It was really something special, and one that brought together people in ways I've NEVER seen in any fandom I've been in before. But I think the problem with Sherlock WAS Mofftiss; they got too full of themselves, thought they could do no wrong, and did their experimental "The Mary Show" and James Bond spinoffs with a MAIN SERIES SHOW, destroying everything they had all because they were petty that people guessed their plot lines, so they literally tanked their own show just so they could have a "Shyamalan twist".

Okay, that last bit is pure speculation, but I can't help but feel like that's what it was when they shat on fans, especially Johnlockers, every chance they got.

SO TL;DR, no, I don't think we're getting another season, at least not within the next 2 years. 2026 is the Earliest I guess unless they officially denounce an S5, but 2030 for the 20 year anniversary. That's it.

I'm sorry, all, if that's not what you wanted to hear. I don't think it would be responsible of me to hype it up as happening either, since I certainly don't have any inside information.

Speculate! Theorize! Write stories and meta! HAVE FUN! That's the fandom experience, and staying on that baseline of reality, I've learned, is MUCH better for your mental health. Just don't expect Mofftiss to deliver any time soon. Sherlock tells us always to look at the facts, and the facts show that it ain't happening anytime soon.

BUT I could be wrong, and I'll happily go back to theorizing and speculating more often again. For now, Fandom is where I think is the "level" place to be. You're welcome to this blog if you think a new series will happen tomorrow, just don't shit on people who don't think it is. Post S4 was a goddamned nightmare, let's not repeat that. Fandom should be fun, not draining. <3

#steph replies #s5 shitposting #chatting with nonnies #my thoughts #shitposting steph #sorry if you don't like my answer #false hopes is what tore apart this fandom #i refuse to contribute to it again #if you believe fine #i'm not a gatekeeper of fandom

[diazevan]

I won't sleep 'til you're safe inside

Christopher refuses to sleep until he knows Eddie (and Buck) are safe.  

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 1: Chris in the Future + "I don't do that anymore!"

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2019

Christopher wouldn’t sleep.

He kept his eyes open, looking at the ceiling as he wiggled his toes under the covers.

He wouldn’t close his eyes and head for his dreams until he heard his dad come home from work.

Pepa read him a bedtime story, tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and then left; Christopher squeezed his eyes shut, playing pretend. He knew he’d get told off if she knew he was awake, he had school in the morning and he would probably spend the day yawning, but he didn’t care.

He had to make sure that his dad was safe; he fought fires and saved people who were in trouble, but sometimes he got scratches or bruises.

Christopher didn’t like that. He hated it.

He knew that it was dangerous, but it was better than the army. Back then, his dad would be gone for months and they could only talk on camera. Now, his dad would come home almost every day which was fun. Still, Christopher wished that he didn’t get hurt.

His dad wasn’t the only one that he worried about. Buck was a firefighter, and Christopher’s best friend – not his dad’s best friend, people kept saying that, but Christopher was Buck’s number one best friend, and his dad was Buck’s second.

Buck had been hurt the worst when he got crushed under a firetruck; Christopher hugged him extra tight after that, and he was scared that his dad could get hurt like that.

When the tsunami happened, Christopher knew that Buck was a real-life superhero. Like Christopher’s dad was.

Christopher hugged his Curious George plushie under his arm as he darted his eyes around the bedroom; it was dark, but there was light in the corridor that came through under his closed door.

He snapped his eyes shut when he heard the front door open, “Tía.” Eddie sang, with a tired voice, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, Eddie,” She said, “You know it isn’t.”

“How was he?”

“An angel, like always,” She replied, “What happened to your face?”

“It’s soot,” He told her, “Buck and I—it’s a long story.”

“Everything good?”

“Buck’s broke his nose,” Eddie sighed, “But not on the call.”

“Oh, that boy.”

“He’s Buck.”

“Well, you send him my best,” She told him, “I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Bye.”

The front door closed as Pepa left.

Christopher pulled the covers up, turning his face away from his bedroom door as his dad pushed it open.

“Christopher…” Eddie whispered, “Hey, buddy, I know you’re awake.”

Christopher spun his head, opening his eyes, “How?”

“Because I’m your dad,” He skipped over, kneeling by the side of the bed,  “And I know you too well.” He held up his finger, bopping his nose, “You should be asleep.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay,” Eddie sang with a laugh, “Were you waiting for me to get home?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“You do that a lot, don’t you?” He asked, combing his hand back through Christopher’s hair.

“I do, but sometimes—” He paused, “Sometimes I fall asleep.”

His dad grinned, wide, “That’s okay.” He stepped up kissing his forehead, “I’m home, buddy, you can go to sleep.”

“Is Buck okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddie snorted, “He’s fine, just an idiot.”

“How’d he break his nose?”

“He slipped…” He told him, “In the shower.”

Christopher couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“Buck is very good at his job,” Eddie explained, “But everything else, he has two left feet.”

Christopher teased loudly, “Like when you cook!”

His dad dropped his mouth open, “Hey!” He shook his head, “Get some sleep, Superman.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Night, Buddy.”

2026

Christopher was sitting at the dining table going through pamphlets about college. They were held together in a folder labelled in red ink; Christopher Diaz-Buckley.

He yawned as he leaned his head back; since entering his sophomore year, he was super tired, all the time.

Whenever he woke from a nap or starting falling asleep in front of the television, he was teased by his dad and Buck; Auntie Hen was right, since Christopher’s dad and Buck started dating, they were more annoying.

They’d been dating for six years, married for three; Christopher was happy, and he loved Buck, but sometimes they were the world’s most embarrassing parents.

“What are we looking at, hey?” Carla asked, reaching for a pamphlet, “San Antonio?”

“I spoke to them today—” He paused to look up at her, “And Orange Coast.”

Carla perched on the seat beside him, “Any favourites?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“That’s okay, honey,” She smiled, “You don’t have to choose yet, you’ve got over a year before you do.”

“I know.”

“You still wanna be a teaching assistant?”

“Yeah. I love school, and I wanna help kids like me.” He relaxed in his seat, “Teachers are like first responders, they are heroes too, right?”

“They are.”

Christopher yawned again.

Carla asked, “You think it’s time to call it a night?”

He answered immediately, “No.”

Carla gazed at her phone, “It’s half eleven.”

“I don’t have to go to bed until midnight.”

“Are you waiting for them to get home?” She asked softly, as she crossed her arms, “So, you know they’re safe?”

Christopher stood up, “I don’t do that anymore!” He defended as he headed into the lounge to sit on the couch.

Carla hummed a laugh, “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Christopher did wait.

He was scared that one day he’d wait and one of them wouldn’t come home or worse, neither of them.

He couldn’t lose his dad, he needed him; Buck had gone from being his best friend to his second dad, and that made sleeping even harder.

Christopher rested his legs on the coffee table, sighing heavily as he laid hands across his lap; he reached for the remote, turning on the television, letting it play reruns of Family Guy while he cast his eyes to the window.

His parents did get hurt; scrapes, bruises, and broken bones, but for six years, nothing too bad had happened. Only a couple of nights spent at the hospital.

Still, Christopher liked to know they were safe, even if that meant he pretended to be asleep, every once in a while.

Carla parked herself beside him, “You okay, honey?”

Christopher lifted his head, “Can I live at home when I go to college?”

“Yes, of course, you can,” She said, “As long as it isn’t too far away.”

“Cool.”

“Why do you ask?”

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “Gotta make sure Dad and Pa are okay.”  

Carla lowered her head as she laughed, reaching up her hand to run it through his hair, “I know you do.”

“Maybe we could get them to retire!”

“Cheeky.” She nudged his arm, “Your dad is thirty-eight and Buck is only thirty-four!”

“Super old.”

She dropped her jaw, “I’m older than them!”

Christopher added, “But you don’t look it!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” She smiled, “You know that Buck wants to be Captain one day when Bobby retires—”

Christopher sighed a long breath, “I know.”

“You think he’ll make a good Captain?”

“Yeah. The best.”

She asked, “Then what’s with the long face?”

He muttered, “Want them to be safe.”

“I know you do.” Carla nodded along, “But they look after one another, out there, you know that.”

“They do.”

“And they do everything they can to come home to you,” She soothed her tone, “Who wouldn’t?”

“Thank you, Carla.”

“No problem, baby.” She got up onto her feet, “I’ve just gotta phone home.”

“Okay.”

She moved away towards the kitchen.

Christopher stared at the television, fidgeting the buttons on his pyjamas.

When he heard the key in the door, and the familiar voices of his parents outside, he jumped to his feet, running directly to the door.

Buck was the first to step through, and before he could even make it through the door, Christopher locked himself around him, “Hey, Superman!”

“Hey, Pa.”

Christopher’s dad stepped inside as he joked, “Oh, here we go, with the obvious favouritism.”

“I’m the best hugger in this family,” Buck shrugged, “And since Chris is almost taller than you now—”

“No.” Eddie said sternly, “He isn’t.”

“I am!” Christopher moved, hugging his dad, side-on, “Hi.”

“Hey, kiddo.” His dad, tapped his back, “Were you waiting for us?”

Christopher nodded, “Yeah.”

He didn’t need to hide it, they understood, and with them, safe inside, Christopher could sleep easy.

#911 #911 fanfiction #chrisdiazweek2021 #christopher diaz #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fanfiction #buddie #liberty writes #911onfox

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Anything But Mine - The ‘Work Wife’

A/N Inspired by this tiktok; Florence meets Daniel’s ‘work wife’

Tuesday, December 15, 2026

Florence watched the elevator numbers tick up to 8 and then the doors slid open onto the floor. She was wrapped in her winter coat, legs clad in grey sweats and hair tied back in a haphazard ponytail and the stroller pushed in front of her. Two-year-old Lucy was asleep in the stroller, bundled up in her coat and hat and mitts and boots, already starting to miss her naptime. Florence was only hoping she wouldn’t wake up while at Daniel’s work because one look at her father and Lucy would never get back to sleep until he came home at the end of the day.

It had been a while since Florence had visited the studio and a new secretary sat behind the welcome desk. She was talking on the phone but hung up when she saw the guest approaching.

“Hi honey. What can I do for you?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Just here to drop off Daniel’s laptop.” Florence answered with a tired sigh and a half smile as she set the bag on top of the desk. “He forgot it this morning.”

“That sounds like him! Wait, are you Florence?” the secretary smiled widely, “Oh my God, I’m meeting the other woman.”

Florence’s eyebrows furrowed a moment in confusion.

The young lady continued, “I’m sure you’ve heard lots about me.”

“No, actually.” Florence spoke slowly, eyeing her up carefully.

“You haven’t? Wow, Daniel’s keeping us a secret. How scandalous!” the lady giggled youthfully, “I’m Alexa. I’m Daniel’s work wife!”

Florence’s eyebrow peaked and she shifted in place, “His what?”

“His work wife! Funny story how that came to be; it started because I just always got his coffee exactly how he likes it in the morning, right when he came in! I just understood him on, like, a spiritual level!”

Florence had to work hard to keep her facial expression flat, “He’s allergic to coffee.”

“Oh, haha, I wondered why he never drank it! He is just too nice to even correct me, I guess. Silly man.”

“Can you just tell him I’m here?” Florence asked impatiently, tapping her fingers on top of the desk, her right hand still held protectively around the handle of the stroller.

“Oh, I’m sorry, he’s in a session right now and asked not to be disturbed. I’ll tell him you came by and I’ll leave this on his desk for him.” Alexa took the laptop bag and slung it over her own shoulder. “He’s been working so hard. I was just thinking that Dan and I have been staying here for so many late hours together recently that I probably see him more than you do! You poor thing. We take good care of each other though.”

“Dan?” Florence nearly gagged.

“We have little nicknames for each other.” Alexa giggled.

“Right.” Florence scowled.

“Anyway, I’ll let you go. You look tired. Babies keeping you busy?”

Florence couldn’t even get out a response before Alexa was stepping out from behind the desk and was heading down the hallway.

“I bet. Nice meeting you, Florence! Be good to our husband. I’m watching!”

As expected, Daniel came home a bit later than usual that night. Lucy had already been put to bed and Penelope and Clementine were just eating their bedtime snack when he came home. The two girls came running at the sound of the door and Daniel crouched down to give them equal amounts of kisses over each little cheek. They were already in their pyjamas and Daniel scooped up Penelope into his arms on the way back into the living room.

Florence was on the couch when he came in, her face flat.

“Thanks for bringing my bag today. I would have come to get it but I was so busy.”

She turned slightly when he leaned down to kiss her so all he got was her cheek.

Daniel frowned and set Penelope down so she could join Clementine back at their table to finish their snack. He sat down beside his wife, “What’s going on?”

“Just wondering if you’d prefer to go home to your other wife.”

“My what?” Daniel was taken back.

“Your other wife. Alexa. And your probable other kids too.”

Daniel couldn’t get a rebuttal out before the girls were bounding back over to him.

“Daddy, can you tuck us in?” Clementine asked eagerly, grabbing the sleeve of his sweater.

“Of course.” he put on a smile for his daughters but was concerned about Florence’s statement and he thought about it the entire time he tucked his eldest two into bed and read them a story and kissed them good night.

Florence was still on the couch when he returned from the hallway and he sat back down beside her with a tired sigh. She ignored him.

“Wanna tell me why you think even the concept of another wife would graze my mind?” he asked quietly.

“How long as Alexa worked there?”

“Few months. Maybe five. Why? Did she say something to you today?”

“Yeah. She said a fucking lot.” Florence scoffed. Her arms stayed crossed over his chest and she stared at the ground coldly. “I’m not the other woman first of all. And I’m not going to stand there and be ridiculed by a college freshman about how you and her are fucking in love or some bullshit.”

“She really said that?” Daniel’s eyes went wide.

“Yeah. Called herself your ‘work wife’…that you two just ‘get each other’…that ‘Dan and I spend so many late nights together haha’. Fucking bitch.”

Daniel’s face literally contorted in disgust, “Ugh, I hate ‘Dan’.”

“I know. And why haven’t you told her you’re allergic to coffee? She’s going around flaunting that she knows your order like it fucking matters.”

“She’s…she just seemed nice and I felt badly.”

“Well don’t! She thinks a cup of coffee is the start of a goddamn affair. What have you been doing with her after hours?”

“She’s not even there half the time after hours.” Daniel answered easily, honestly. “So put any idea of that out of your mind right now.”

“You’re not our husband.” Florence grumbled, turning her head away from him. “How dare she even say that to me.”

“Hey. I know.” Daniel shuffled closer and set his hand on her cheek to pull her gaze towards him. “I’m only yours. I promise.”

Florence sniffled and nodded lightly. Daniel tilted her head up to kiss her lips, lingering there a moment just so she could feel it and when he pulled back, she let out a little sigh.

“I’m sorry she said that shit. I’ll talk to her. That’s not okay.” Daniel whispered, resting back against the couch beside her and Florence shuffled to curl into his side.

“She said I look tired.” Florence mumbled sadly, “Do I look tired? Am I letting motherhood steamroll me?”

“No way.” Daniel tisked, sliding his arm around her waist to hold her close, “You are steamrolling motherhood.”

Florence chuckled lightly.

“I’m serious.” Daniel pressed a kiss to her forehead and slid his hand down to her bum, “Always have been and always will be the sexiest woman in the room to me.”

“Even like this?” Florence sniffled, leaning back from his shoulder so he could get a good look at her; messy hair and few little breakouts over her cheeks and dark circles under her eyes.

Daniel smiled, giving her bum a little squeeze as his other hand reached up to caress her face, “Especially like this. There is no other woman in the entire world that I would ever give a second glance to and especially not Alexa. I am wholeheartedly yours.”

Florence leaned up to kiss his lips a few soft times before nuzzling into his neck. He smiled and wrapped his arms right around her.

“You had no clue she was flirting with you, did you?” Florence asked after a while.

“Mm, no, I really didn’t.” Daniel admitted.

“You’re so innocent, Daniel James.” Florence giggled.

“Am not.” Daniel tisked. “But, listen, I’m going to buy you a nice dress for my work Christmas party this Friday and you’re going to dress up just how you like to and you’ll feel like the most beautiful woman in the room and I won’t be leaving your side all night.”

“You don’t have to buy me a dress.” Florence laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I do. A nice tight one with a low cut…” his fingers trailed down her clothed body. “Gonna blow everyone away.”

And that’s exactly what happened. Daniel bought Florence a pretty red dress specifically for the party and a matching red tie of his own. They showed up to his work party in dress and suit down to their polished black shoes and perfectly done hair and you’d be surprised to think they even had three children. Walking into the venue Florence truly felt like a million bucks and the proud smile that was on her face was only proof to her husband that his idea worked.

They mingled around the various groups, sitting at their table with Jack and his fiancé for a little bit, and eventually finding Alexa by the bar.

“Wow, Florence, you clean up well.” the young woman spoke straightly.

“Thank you.” Florence answered politely, hand still tucked in Daniel’s arm as they waited for their drinks. She had been raised in this exact setting; formalwear and conniving strangers, so Florence worked it like an expert.

Daniel was proud of Florence’s politeness in front of the woman who tried to ruin them a little if not at all but when Daniel was called over to speak with his boss, Florence lingered back at the bar a moment. She eyed up Alexa’s tight short dress and messy curls and leaned in towards her with a calm smile, her two diamond rings on display around her glass in the direction of the young lady, “If you go anywhere near my husband in any way, shape, or form that is anything except professional, I will see to it that you’re fired faster than you can say ‘mine’. So back off.”

Florence returned to Daniel’s side, shooting a glare at the young woman over her shoulder as Daniel’s arm slid around her waist protectively. Like hell she was ever going to let someone get in the way of her perfect catch. 

#anything but mine #daniel seavey #why dont we #daniel seavey imagines

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Kiss Cam Who?

Paring: Bubblegum Rock  Wordcount: 2026 Warnings: None Notes: This fic can also be found on Wattpad and AO3.

When Leon asked Kazuichi if he was okay with a public proposal, the mechanic was.. admittedly hesitant. His boyfriend is over the top, dramatic in everything he does, but sweet beyond belief and loves Kazuichi to the moon and back. Frankly, he doesn’t know why he had said yes. Maybe it was because Leon asked when they were both curled up in bed, snuggly and secure in each other’s arms. During that moment, he felt *safe.* The fear and anxiety of the judgement from others didn’t scare him at that moment. So, like an idiot, he said yes. However, he should’ve thought that through a little more- After all, the baseball playoffs are happening right now, and Leon was on one of the last remaining teams. They started with sixteen teams in the playoffs, now down to four. Soon, it’ll be just two. And right now? He was sitting in the stands during one of the most important games of the season. This game would determine if Leon’s team, the Hanshin Tigers, would make it to the final game of the season.

Kazuichi was sitting in the stands, a smile on his face as he watched his boyfriend play. They were in the final inning, Leon's team clearly having the upper hand in the situation. Not that Kazuichi was surprised, he knew the skills his boyfriend had. It’s to be expected. If they get a home run, it's game over for the other team, and with his boyfriend about to bat? He had no doubt in his mind they would win. Of course, it probably helped that Kazuichi had finally managed to convince Leon to attend practice, with the promise of spoiling him once he returns. On especially tough days, he always carefully held Leon’s arms and sung to him until he fell asleep. Those nights were some of his favorites.

The mechanic watched intently, the chilly night air not bothering him, as the blinding stadium lights lit the surrounding area. The cheers of fans could be heard all around him, which didn't bother him as much as they did before- However, despite that, he did have on a pair of noise cancelling headphones. A present Leon had given him before he went to attend one of his boyfriend’s games, allowing him to adjust how loud the noise around him was when he had them on. He nearly cried when Leon showed them how they worked, but also partly because he was caught off guard by the gift. He was constantly treated as though his disorders were a nuisance to everyone else, so having someone willing to help without even asking? He felt so treasured that day.

Kazuichi watched intently as the pitcher winded back his arm, the man clearly focusing- After all, he was up against the ultimate baseball player. Facing off against Leon had gotten a variety of reactions, the mechanic having time to observe each of them. Some of them seemed frightened, others got cocky only for it to bite them in the ass, but most reacted like the man currently pitching. An intense focus, hoping to find some sort of weak spot in order to gain the upper hand. They never did.

"HOME RUN!" Kazuichi cheered as he heard the announcement over the speakers, and watching Leon run around the plates made a smile form on the mechanic’s lips as he excitedly flapped his hands close to his chest. A rush of emotions ran through him- Pride, excitement, glee. Tears formed in his eyes, feeling both overwhelmed and yet somehow underwhelmed by the sudden rush of incoming feelings. Maybe it was because he wasn't slotted in Leon's arms, holding him close and celebrating another game won, or perhaps it was because he wanted to gently hold his boyfriend's face in his hands as he pressed a tender kiss to his lips- Soft, sweet, gentle, and full of love. Or maybe more excited, erratic kisses; Peppered across Leon's cheeks and face until they started laughing together. He isn't sure which option he wants most right now, if he's honest. The mechanic carefully turned off his headphones as the crowd winded down, carefully setting them inside his backpack, only to look up at the speaker’s in confusion as he heard them making another announcement- A different one then what they normally would play.. ”Before we give the closing statements, Leon Kuwata wished to have everyone’s attention for a moment.” “..Holy shit, he didn’t-” Leon very much did. In hindsight, Kazuichi should’ve seen this one coming. Watching Leon grab the microphone made his heart stop in his chest, Kazuichi stood with baited breath as the speakers switched over to pick up the audio from the device in his boyfriend's hand. He carefully stood, zipping on his backpack and slipping it on. He had a feeling he wouldn't be going back to his seat, and frankly? He didn't want to lose the expensive items inside- Namely, his phone and headphones. Also the backpack itself, but mainly because it was a spare of Leon's, so it was custom made to have the Hanshin Tigers theme. He really didn't want any of it stolen. “So uh- Sorry for the holdup everyone, but I got a really important announcement to make. Actually, more like a question to pop, but I have a feeling the person i’m about to ask saw this one coming.” Kazuichi heard Leon’s voice ring out from the speakers mounted around the stadium, eyes trained on his boyfriend as he stood in the stands. It was obvious Leon was nervous- Or, well, at least to his boyfriend of two years. Seeing the baseball star rock back and forth on his feet, fiddling with a little black box in his hand. He has no idea how Leon was able to ask this with so many eyes on him, then again, his confidence always seemed to skyrocket levels above Kazuichi’s own. “Can Kazuichi Souda come down here real quick, please?” Kazuichi took a deep breath as eyes turned to face him, feeling his cheeks flush a bright pink. He noticed how people quickly cleared the way so it was easier for him to pass by, quietly thanking them as he rushed to make his way down to the field. Of course, he was also careful not to trip- Holding onto the railing as he ran down the steps, not willing to risk it. Right now he didn't have time to trip. He needed to see his boyfriend. Although, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be calling him boyfriend for much longer.. Hopping onto the field was easy, even with the ten or so foot drop. It was a practiced motion, something he had grown use to doing while visiting Leon during practice. He was always too lazy to go to the stairs, so instead would just slip through the fence and hop down the wall. It's something both Leon and his team have seen Kazuichi do practically a hundred times before, always coming to watch Leon practice. Sometimes he was there for the whole thing, sometimes only the end of it, but he always showed up unless he was sick or working. Mainly just because he enjoyed seeing Leon doing something he was passionate about, the way his lover's eyes lit up in excitement every time he hopped down making his heart flutter in his chest.

This time was no different.

Slipping through the bars on the fence, Kazuichi hopped down onto the field, ignoring the whistles and the few encouraging cheers he heard ringing out. It became nothing more than background noise, especially when he was standing just a few feet away from Leon- A person who managed to steal his breath away every time their eyes met. He took a deep breath before he spoke, cooling his nerves. No time to stumble over his words or stutter through them tonight- This is important. “H- Hey Kuwa. What’s up?” ..Okay, maybe he might stutter a little bit. “Hey, Kazzy baby- I have somethin’ important to ask ya.” When Leon spoke, his voice was soft- Yet, even without the help of the speakers, he could hear it perfectly. The soothing tone practically wiped away his worries and anxieties, brushing them away into the back of his mind. Tears began to slowly roll down his cheeks as Leon got down on one knee, his once soft smile turning into a full on grin. They both know exactly where this is going. “We’ve known each other for years now- Ever since I laid my eyes on you during my first day at Hope’s Peak, I knew you were the one, as cheesy as that sounds. I treasured every second I got to spend with you, even when we were still just friends, because I knew it would only be a matter of time before we got where we are now- I didn’t know where or how i’d ask, I just knew I was gonna, so.. Kazuichi, will you marry me?” "Babe, just saying, when you asked me if I was okay with a public proposal I really should've seen this coming." Kazuichi said with a shaky giggle, taking a deep breath as Leon held out the box and flipped it open. Unlike the rather extravagant proposal, the ring itself was simple. The band was silver, twisting and curling to create a nest for a small diamond. The jewel was gorgeous, sparkling under the bright stadium lights, but if you asked Leon about the most beautiful thing that night? His answer would’ve been the shine in Kazuichi’s eyes as he smiled. "But.. I don't give a damn where you propose- Hell, I wouldn't care if you asked me right as we rolled out of bed, because no matter where it happens.. it'll have you. That on it's own makes it perfect.” Kazuichi started, and for a moment? He forgot there were thousands of eyes in the stadium watching them, he forgot about the millions of eyes at home watching them through a screen. Right now..? It’s just them. Just two idiots in love, standing under the stars shining bright in the night skies above their heads. “So.. yeah. I would love to marry you, and i'm counting down the seconds until I get to call you my husband." With that, reality kicked back in- Leon was quick to turn off the microphone, stopping the loudspeakers placed around the stadium from picking up on their conversation, to which Kazuichi was thankful. After all, the startled yelp that slipped past his lips when the crowd erupted in cheering was not something he needed anyone else to hear. Despite that, however, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself. He felt the cold metal band of the ring slip into his finger, the microphone being set onto the ground off to the side. Before Kazuichi could ask why, he was quickly scooped up into his boyfri- No, his fiance’s arms, his own looping around Leon’s neck for security. He wasn’t surprised when he felt Leon’s lips against his own, Kazuichi’s eyes slipping shut as he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the moment. He carefully unhooked one of his arms from around his Lover’s neck, instead using it to cup his cheek, savoring this moment between them. As it turns out, a tender and loving kiss while being held in the safety of Leon’s arms is what he needed, the odd mixed feelings between being overwhelmed and underwhelmed finally turning into pure joy. One he’s planning on savoring. Carefully, Kazuichi pulled away from the kiss, eyes fluttering open as he rested his forehead against Leon’s own. He took a deep breath, the smile on his lips refusing to go away, and judging by the look in his lover’s eyes? He was having the same issue, if you can even call it that. “So uh.. That too much?” “Depends, can we get ice cream on the way home?” Kazuichi asked, snickering. “Fuck yeah we can, babe. I’ll get you all the ice cream in the world, just you watch.” .. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa: goodbye despair #danganronpa: trigger happy havoc #drv2 #drv2 goodbye despair #drv1 #drv1 trigger happy havoc #leon kuwata #kuwata leon #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda #souda kazuichi #soda kazuichi #bubblegum rock #kazuichi x leon #leon x kazuichi