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faintedlcve · 5 months

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False Fronts II

part 2 of 4

pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: kissing, pda, swearing, fake dating, not proof read (as usual) and my writing

there will probably be a part 3 (if im feeling nice).

summary: Being asked to fake date someone to get a petty ex off their back is the worst possible way of being friend-zoned. You, however, were willing to take any chances to get as close as you could to Theodore Nott.

the lovely lovely dividers have been created by @cafekitsune. here is the post with these exact dividers!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4: fluff angst

Theodore's departing silhouette dissolved into the Hogwarts corridor, leaving you with conflicting emotions. A grin tugged at your lips—Theo had asked you to team up in this wild charade! But there was also this weird flutter in your stomach. Fake dating Theo? This was something straight out of a fanfic plot. (i wonder why?)

The agreed time rolled around, and you headed to the spot Theodore suggested—a tucked-away alcove away from the Hogwarts chaos. Your heart raced a little faster as you spotted him already waiting, a mix of uncertainty and determination in his expression.

"Hey," you said, aiming for a casual tone despite the bundle of nerves inside.

Theodore turned, a faint smile on his lips as he nodded. "Hey, thanks for showing up."

There was this strange tension between you, the weight of the plan hanging in the air. It was like the beginning of an unknown adventure, the kind that either makes you or breaks you.

Sitting down, you both seemed at a loss for where to start.

"So," you ventured, breaking the silence, "how are we playing this out?"

Theodore leaned in, lowering his voice. "Let's keep it simple. Act like we're together, maybe hold hands when people are around. Just enough to sell it to Jess."

A jolt of nerves mixed with a weird kind of excitement surged within you. Pretending to be Theo's other half felt like stepping into a storybook—exciting but also a tad scary.

"Sure," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "We'll make it work."

Theodore nodded a grateful glint in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I owe you for this."

And so it began. There were these subtle gestures—his hand grazing yours, the occasional kiss on your cheek—but it never ventured beyond that. Just enough to plant a seed of jealousy in Jess.

Yet, it ignited a storm of butterflies within you. You knew it was all a mistake, falling for him in this make-believe charade. You knew it was a terrible idea. You knew it. Yet, each touch, each gentle kiss left you breathless, wanting more.

You reminded yourself it was all a facade, a performance meant to fool others. But for some reason, it felt real. You wished it were genuine. The line between what was fake and what you craved to be real blurred with every tender moment, making you yearn for something that was never meant to be. It all felt real. You wanted it to be real.

The question was, did he?

You knew diving into a conversation about his actual feelings wasn't on the table. He'd made it pretty clear: this was all part of the fake dating deal. Plus, the last thing you wanted was to weird him out by dropping the "Do you like me for real?" bomb.

If he caught wind of you wanting something more than acting, he might bail and rope someone else into this mess, leaving all the effort you'd poured into getting close to Theo in the dust. And you weren't about to let that happen.

Not now. Not ever.

Days turned into weeks, and the fake dating charade continued. You and Theodore fell into a rhythm, a seamless blend of staged affection and genuine camaraderie. It was a delicate dance, playing the part of an infatuated couple while maintaining the facade for Jess's benefit.

But amidst the pretense, something unexpected happened—the lines between what was feigned and what felt real started to blur. The stolen glances, the shared laughs, the moments when the act seemed to dissolve into something unscripted—all of it stirred a confusing mix of emotions within you.

Theodore's touches became less rehearsed, more natural, and each time he'd take your hand or wrap his arm around you, it felt oddly comforting. There was a warmth in his gestures that made them seem genuine.

Thing is, as much as you reminded yourself it was all a big show, there were moments when it felt too genuine, too sincere to be just an act. Those brief touches and the laughter that felt more genuine than staged—it all made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something brewing beyond the act you'd both signed up for.

Theodore escorted you towards your dorm, the air heavy with an unspoken tension that lingered between you two. The quiet stroll through the Hogwarts corridors felt different tonight—moments of comfortable silence interjected by furtive glances and lingering touches.

As the entrance to your dorm loomed closer, you felt the weight of an impending confession pressing against your chest. This might be the moment—the perfect opportunity to spill everything you'd been holding back.

"Theo, I have to tell you something" You blurted out.

"Hm?" He questioned.

"I- I lik-" You began.

"Stop right there bitch. Get the fuck away from MY boyfriend." a voice shouted.

It was Jess.

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allisonlol · 2 years

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Hi hi can I request platonic hcs with the Hunting Dogs? Basically reader is a new recruit and they’re slightly younger than the others (like around 18 or so). How would Tetchou, Jouno, Teruko and Tachihara treat them? (you can add fukuchi if you want)

a/n: plz this req is so cute, i don't write platonic stuff often so it's like a breath of fresh air :0 i was gonna add fukuchi but then...didn't cuz i'm still mad about what he's doing to ranpo ;-; split each character into their own section so it's more organized idk

warnings: none just the chaos of being a hunting dog tbh. also jouno and terukos' sadism if that counts??

Being a New Recruit in the Hunting Dogs (Platonic HCs)

Tecchou

you honestly could not be in better hands??

actually i lied. you probably could but tecchou is pretty great compared to the others

fukuchi probably sticks you with this mf cuz he thinks he's the most responsible for working with a trainee...compared to jouno and teruko who might emotionally scar you

you being younger than the rest doesn't affect how he treats you (after all, ur only a year younger than tachi)

^very respectful of course <3 people on the outside wouldn't even know you were a trainee by the way he speaks to you as an equal

pretty good at explaining all the stuff that's expected out of you

^literally recites the entire manual for new recruits' word for word?? you retained almost none of it but damn was it impressive

also gives you the whole "jouno may seem evil but don't be scared of him" speech...it doesn't help

is so proud to show you his ability PLS. he was like "look at this" and started manipulating his saber n shit, you were like 😯😯

gives you a tour of the base but gets distracted by an ant colony five minutes into it...

makes you watch the ants with him but after 30 minutes you pretend to go to the bathroom so you can get away -///-

Jouno

LMAOO good luck

purposefully tries to scare the shit out of you, and damn does it work

says some "i'm only gonna explain this once, so if you forget you'll probably die" before overloading you with information about the job

side note: literally none of it is that important

jouno heard that you trained with tecchou so now he already has a grudge against you

ditches you like 10 times to go work on his own...you gotta keep going to find him again to ask questions

(why was that how my first day at my job went lol)

plz he hears you coming and uses his ability to dissolve so you can't find him 💀💀

complains constantly that you're being "too loud"?? meanwhile you were only trying to INHALE

does give you decent advice. as in, he tells you to stay tf away from fukuchi if you value mental stability

contradicts this advice immediately after tho by dragging you out on a mission with him and making you witness his torture firsthand ??

it has you re-evaluating your life choices ngl

Teruko

basically jouno 2.0

a little more chill than him tho. has more patience and is great at showing you how things should be done & answering any questions you may have

another one who is so proud to show you her ability. except she doesn't give you a warning and just morphs 3 feet taller out of nowhere

makes you carry her on your shoulders while giving you a (better) tour of HQ and will bonk you on the head if you take a wrong turn

probably makes some snide remarks about your age and how it's likely "you'll make more mistakes"?? all you can think is that's rich coming from the mf that likes to pretend to be a child

teruko is very adamant about protecting the lives of civilians so she REALLY trains you

it's kind of a morality test too. she'll rapid-fire ask you questions and def judges you based on your response

^think of those quizzes where it's like "your best friend and mom are drowning, who do you save first" pointless ass shit

reports back to fukuchi with an IN DEPTH analysis of your behavior, and doesn't hold back

it's important to be on his good side but don't try to show off to him too much. we all know teruko is an attention wh0re and she'll threaten to rip your teeth out if she suspects ur trying to be better than her

Tachihara

you'll probably find yourself gravitating towards him the most

with both of you being the youngest and newest to the hunting dogs, there's a lot you can relate about

your first day went a lot like his actually, and y'all definitely bond over that

helps you out with missions so you don't have to ask the others for assistance cuz they would def make fun of you

tachihara is chill about his job too and just arrests criminals instead of...yknow...cutting them into pieces so that's for sure easier on your stomach

being close with tachi also ensures you'll be closer with jouno since they get along so well

^same for teruko kind of

they'll still tease you guys for being the youngest recruits, but it'll be in a more good-natured way rather than contempt

tachi will randomly use his ability to mess with you, like yanking your saber or your phone out of your hand?? i stg

sits next to you at meetings too and slides you little notes so ur not bored

pls he's so sweet, like a helpful older brother ;-; out of everyone he goes the most out of his way to make you feel more comfortable

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @stygianoir @sonder-paradise @nervousyetconfidentway @beautiful-is-boring @alexaizawa @irethepotato @serenareiss

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princessamericachavez · 1 year

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911 6b 6x18 Spec

Idek what this is but I woke up thinking about it.

Based on a lot of BTS info regarding the season's finale, so possible spoilers ahead in between the speculation...

It’s been a terrible day. Eddie’s entire body hurts like hell and even after a long hot shower, he’s pretty sure there’s dust still clinging to his body. When he came back from his last tour, it took weeks to stop feeling covered in sand. He hopes this feeling will wash away sooner than that.

The shower’s stream stops somewhere in the house. Buck must be done.

He’d insisted Eddie go first, this being his house and all, and neither of them had had much energy left to argue. If he'd had the energy, he would've reminded Buck that he's been staying here for weeks now, ever since his loft flooded and his landlord turned out to have been skipping on a lot of safety inspections (Bobby nearly went nuts about it). He would've told Buck that he's never been a guest in this house. He would've told him to suck it up and just take the shower first and let Eddie do something nice for him after the awful day they had.

But he’d suspected Buck still needed a moment to process the whole bridge collapse incident. It had scared them all to death, but the look in Buck’s eyes as the 133’s ambulances took Bobby and Chim away was haunting. Like the sand, Eddie still hasn’t shaken off that feeling from Buck’s last brush with death. Now they got to add another trauma to the pile of worry over their loved ones.

“Is Chris in bed already?” Buck asks, stepping out of the bathroom, and running a towel over his wet curls. Half of his face is still scratched from the incident. Eddie pulls out a first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet and two beers.

“Out like a light. Didn’t even argue for more time for video games.”

Buck chuckles, and even that sounds exhausted. He’d been all energy back in the field, taking charge, jumping into action, pulling him, Hen, and Ravi together when they could’ve dissolved into the chaos of needing to do something. He'd been impressive out there. Now, he looks drained. For all the time Buck spends trying to fix things for others, Eddie worries sometimes that there’s no one there to mend the cracks for him when the day is done.

“Here,” he hands him over a cold beer. “Sit on the couch, we gotta clean those scratches.”

“I literally just got out of the shower.”

“Yeah but we were covered in dust and concrete, Buck. You don’t want any of those to get infected. Sit.”

With a dramatic sigh, Buck lowers himself onto the couch. He doesn’t flop on it like he usually would. Eddie wonders if there are any other wounds he’s not seeing. Not that Buck will openly admit it. He’s bad at asking for help, they have that in common. For now, Eddie will have to focus on the wounds he can see. He sits next to him on the couch and starts pulling out the supplies.

“Close your eyes,” he orders, not wanting to get any alcohol in them.

Buck does as he’s told, though there’s a little crease between his eyebrows when he does. The first touch of rubbing alcohol makes him wince. Eddie apologizes quietly. Buck says nothing but continues to hiss every time he touches his skin.

It occurs to Eddie halfway through the process that Buck is perfectly capable of doing this himself. He really doesn't need Eddie doting on him like a worried abuela, sitting so close their knees brush, gently holding his face to press the cotton against his open cuts. But Eddie isn't an abuela, he's a medic, and Buck is his best friend, and perhaps he hasn't quite washed off the anxiety of watching him rush into danger today. So what if he's being a little protective?

“Okay, done," he announces. "You’ve been literally struck by lightning and crushed by a truck and I don’t think I’ve ever heard you complain this much."

Buck opens his eyes and they crease when he laughs at the chirp.

"It's different. This stings."

"Uh-huh," Eddie teases, as he grabs his beer from the coffee table and leans back against the couch.

A little voice in the back of his head tells him he could move away now, that there's no need for his leg to be pressed against Buck's. The couch is big, big enough to fit them both and Christopher any Friday night. He could move. He doesn't. Neither does Buck, who stays with an arm against the couch's back and his body turned towards Eddie.

"What a fucking day," Buck sighs, deflating, as he takes a sip of his beer. He looks a little more at peace now than when they walked through the door.

"Well, we're all alive so I count it as a good one," Eddie points out.

"That's a very low bar."

"And yet you struggle with it most days."

"Ow, too soon!" Buck laughs, poking him in the ribs.

"Sorry, still not letting you live that one down," because I'm still not sure I've recovered from the scare. "Anyway, gallows humor aside, I'm glad everyone is alright. Good thing the 133 showed up when they did."

"Yeah, I don't think we could've gotten Bobby out on our own," Buck says, his voice dark again for a moment. Eddie is about to ask something, make sure he's alright, but he can see the exact moment his friend pushes the thoughts aside and fishes for a lighter tone. "So... heard you asked Bosko out on a date."

To say Eddie nearly chokes on his beer would be an understatement.

"What- No! That's not-!"

"C'mon, Eddie," Buck laughs. "I heard you asking her out for a beer when we were leaving. And you've been going on all those dates lately, and you always complain that you have so little in common with them, it was a matter of time until you ended up hitting on a firefighter."

"That's not what this is, seriously," he laughs.

"Then what is it, Ed's?"

"It's- Look... Lena met me at a very shitty time in my life, okay? Sharon'd just died, Chris was having nightmares every night, you weren't talking to me-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Is she the one who introduced you to street fighting?"

Eddie catches the accusation in Buck's tone immediately.

"It was meant to be a healthy outlet, a once-in-a-while thing. I'm the one who took it too far," he rushes to assure. "Anyway, Lena was a good friend, and I was an awful one. She called me out on it years ago, last time we talked. I just- I figured it'd be nice to catch up with her, try to be a better friend this time. That's all."

"Sure, that's all," Buck drawls, squinting at him with that same suspicious look he'd given him after the panic attacks when he'd thought he was dying and it turned out he was just dating the wrong person for the wrong reasons.

"Anyway," Eddie counters, "you're one to talk. Heard Lucy asked you out for drinks. And didn't I see you talking to Taylor before we left the scene?"

Buck's face twists with annoyance and Eddie is perhaps a little too delighted to see that particular reaction.

"That's not- Look, the thing with Taylor is over... it's been over for a long time now."

"Since she took your couch."

"Her couch, it was never mine," Buck points out emphatically. "Anyway, she's dating someone else now, some lawyer or something. And even if she wasn't, I don't think we'd ever consider giving it another try."

Good, Eddie thinks and doesn't even feel bad about it.

"And Lucy?" he probs. "Didn't you two kiss?"

"Once, when I was drunk off my ass. And... No. Look, Lucy is great. She's... whatever. But we're too alike. We- When we were together in the 118, it wasn't like it is with you. Lucy and I, we'd race each other into danger, we dared the other to go further, to do more, to be bolder. It was fun, but... it felt like a competition, not like she had my back."

Eddie hums, nodding. He remembers watching those calls from the dispatch. At the time, he hadn't considered that Buck was being particularly reckless —not more than usual, at least— but he remembers the anxiety that coursed through his limbs at the thought of not being there, of not being able to help if something went wrong, to catch him if he fell, to steady him if he tripped.

"I just think that we bring out the worst of each other, you know? That's not what I want in a partner."

Buck sounds steady when he says that last bit, sure of himself, of what he wants. It makes something inside Eddie's chest ping like a guitar cord being struck. He's been going on all these dates, talking to strangers, trying to figure out what he wants. He's never felt more lost. And here's Buck, suddenly sure.

"So what are you looking for... in a partner?"

"Someone who makes me happy," Buck says, meeting his eyes. "Someone who likes me for me, for who I am, flaws and all, who makes me laugh, who really knows me. Someone who makes me better, and who lets me be there for them to make each other better. Someone who really wants to share their life with me, because I'm tired of chasing after people begging them to stay just cause I'm terrified of them leaving. I want someone who wants to be here, with me, side to side."

Eddie tries to speak, but his chest is tight with a sense of recognition. Every word Buck is saying rings true inside him and it's suddenly overwhelmingly clear. Before he can find words, Buck goes on.

"I guess I just want someone that I love and that loves me, too. Someone to face the good and the bad together, to try again and again even when things seem too hard."

Eddie is not in the business of lying to himself... but maybe if he was he'd let himself believe there's a glint of recognition in Buck's eyes as well. He looks like he's figuring something out as he goes like he's finding the truth as he puts it out loud. He starts speaking faster, emboldened, but there's a crack in his voice too like emotion will shatter him.

"Just someone I can feel safe with, Eds. Someone who I know I can count on, no matter what, and that never makes me doubt my worth. Someone who is family, who is more than that, who makes me feel seen like nobody's seen me before. Someone who is my best-"

There are no words. And because there are no words, Eddie does the only other thing he can think of: he kisses Buck. It's quick, and short, with a hand up against the nape of his neck and his heart hammering loudly in his ears. A moment. It's done. It's been a long time coming, now that he admits it to himself, and now it's finally happened. Whatever comes next, there's no taking it back.

Eddie pulls back, breathing heavily. Buck's eyes are closed again, like he's waiting for the sting of rubbing alcohol, and his lips are still parted mid-word. In the seconds of silence that follow, panic rushes through Eddie like thunder (too soon, too soon). Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Buck opens his eyes and slowly lets out a breath. His eyebrows are raised high with surprise, with something like wonder. Blue irises scan Eddie's face, searching for something.

"Buck-"

There's a beat, when surprise turns into determination in Buck's face and he looks like he's about to do something very Buck of him like jump off a building or run through fire. Eddie catches barely a glimpse of it before he feels warm lips against his, a hand cradling his face, the weight of the other man pressed against his chest, slowly pushing him back against the couch's soft cushions.

It's been a terrible day, but it looks like this might be the best night of his life, after all.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 fox #911 spoilers #911 spec #911 spec fic #911 fic

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the-golden-ghost · 3 months

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If your OCs were transported into D&D/BG3, what would their races/classes be? Would any of them be capable of forming a functioning adventuring party, or would it dissolve into chaos?

Okay I'm not gonna do every single one cause it'll get too long but:

Faith: I actually answered a similar thing for her before, I believe I picked Barbarian class for her although Summoner and Druid could also make sense. Race I'm not entirely sure; her Vibes are very dwarf to me but the rest of her family doesn't have that. Human is of course boring but. She may simply be a human

Davy: Davy I also did before, he was classed as I think a rogue? But warlock or even sorcerer could fit him in a pinch. I think he'd be a half-elf since I don't know if full elves can have beards. Maybe he just has a false beard in this though idk lol

Lilah: Lilah would be either a bard or a warlock. Or both if we're savvy. Her race would be one of the smaller ones since she's actually a very tiny woman even in regular canon. Maybe she'd be a gnome although I don't know if she'd like that very much. Halfling?

Max: I don't know what Max's class would be since I don't know if "evil lawyer" is a DnD class (I'm kidding I know it's not lol) she'd be an elf though. She may be a wizard of sorts?

Win: Win would be an artificer. He's an elf too

Sam: Sam's an NPC. I'm pretty sure ghosts are not playable races so alas *sad violin music*

Hope: Hope is a tiefling, screw it I'm not trying to make the Amaror sisters all the same thing I'm going off Vibes and Vibes alone! She's a sorcerer

Charity: Charity is highkey jealous of her twin's inborn magical talent, mostly cause she didn't get any. She is a paladin.

Aggie: Aggie's a fighter. I think she's a taxabi mostly cause this would be funny to me. She could also just be a regular human

Osric: A human bard.

Giles: A wizard. The MOST wizard.

Nathaniel: ????? oh wait he's probably a cleric.

As for "could any of them work together" sure! Faith, Davy and Lilah are outstanding together. Osric and Aggie also make a formidable pair. Once you start going outside those though it does get a little hectic. Max doesn't play nice with teammates, and Win is too much of a pushover, and Hope and Charity are prone to bicker if you put the two of them in the same party.

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pictureamoebae · 2 years

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Hope you don't mind a non sims question, but I'd be interested in your take on what is up with the Tories?

hoo boy

Difficult to know where to start with this one. I'm answering this about 15 minutes after Truss resigned, making her the shortest ever serving Prime Minister.

The first thing I'll say is that lots of people are saying "surely there has to be a General Election now" without really understanding how everything works.

Only the PM can call a GE (unless Parliament is dissolved by the King, which is extremely unlikely to ever happen). All the petitions and calls in the world for a GE from Labour won't make any difference. The priority of the Tory Party is the continued existence of the Tory Party and the cementing of their power. The priority of individual Tory MPs is the continued existence of their seats.

idk if you follow me on my regular twitter (not my Sims twitter), but I've been trying to explain for weeks that it's extremely unlikely (as close to impossible as you can get) there's going to be a GE while the Tories are polling so dreadfully. They currently enjoy an 80 seat majority. That means, regardless of public support or opposition from Labour and others, they can get through pretty much any piece of legislation they want, as was seen with the Fracking Bill last night. Why would they throw that away when they're polling so atrociously?

I argued that Truss' first move would be to sack Kwarteng and blame him for the chaos of the mini budget, and that's what she did. And I argued that the Tories would move heaven and earth to get Truss to stand down, and that's what they've done. They'll be hoping that someone more palatable to both organised capital and the media class is put in her place, and that it'll lead to a bump in the polls.

It's unlikely that they're going to wipe out all of Labour's lead now though, so I think a Labour victory in 2024 is likely (but never say never -- if they manage to somehow engineer a return for Johnson the polls may tighten enough that it's a hung Parliament, but I think at this stage even that's unlikely).

As for why the Tories are in such a mess, that's a complex subject and it's one you can find the answer to here. Short answer is it's a long time coming, with many of the seeds of their downfall being sown during Thatcher's time. The Tories built themselves very successfully on shaping a particular fraction of society to be forever-Tory voters by affording them the security of property ownership (among other things). That fraction is becoming ever smaller as the neoliberal project has destabilised the economy and made home ownership a pipe dream for most people under the age of 40. A Tory Party trading off the desire to maintain the security of home ownership is in a perilous position when there is no more security of home ownership. It's a slightly more nuanced argument to the refrain that Tory voters are dying off.

Most people say that you become more conservative as you age, but that doesn't understand why that has been the case over the past few decades: it's been because as you age you generally gain that security of home ownership and you become sensitive to those security issues. If that's taken out of the equation, what will be the mechanism that makes people become more conservative? If middle age is all about precarity and struggle people will be looking for something to solve that. The right isn't entirely stupid, they understand this, and it's why we've seen such an enormous swing towards culture war issues over the past decade. Doubling down on the idea that the cause of your precarity is trans people and immigrants and the wokerati is intended to hold on to the last dwindling remnants of their support, and to develop new seams of support outside of the traditional property owning classes. We can expect harsher and more vicious attacks on minorities to continue as the power of the right recedes.

The book I linked to above is likely to get a second edition next year covering everything that's happened since Johnson exited. It's really a great place to start to give a proper run-down of what the Tory Party is, how it's shaped itself and British politics over the decades, and why it's the architect of its own downfall. He blogs here, if you want shorter, more easily digestible pieces.

As for what happens next, there's going to be a membership vote for the election of the next leader. The membership are more right wing and batshit than even the MPs themselves. The nominees aren't confirmed yet (Truss only just resigned after all), but early suggestions are that it may be Sunak and Braverman, and possibly Badenoch . If that's the case, Braverman or Badenoch are likely the favourites to win among the membership, which will spell even more chaos. Great for the accelerationists out there, because it will hasten the Tory demise. Not so great for everyone else if they manage to stay in the position for any amount of time because they’re both basically fash. That's not me saying I support Sunak. I don't support any Tory. They're all dangerous ghouls. If Johnson returns, well, everything’s up in the air.

There's so much bad blood in the Tory Party now that it's hard to see which candidate (even beyond Sunak and Braverman) could unite them. Sections of the party viscerally hate each other. A 'moderate with a nice haircut and a shiny suit' would placate the press and organised capital, but the civil war within the party would rage on, and it's probably too late now for it to be fixed up by anything other than the flimsiest of sticking plasters that falls off with the slightest nudge. Even with a bump in the polls from a more acceptable leader, the long term Tory decline is set to continue.

#uk politics #politics #tory party #liz truss #phil burton-cartledge #boris johnson #text

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childotkw · 2 years

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ok but harry!nathan using slang from 2020 or quoting vines accidentally and just confusing everyone lmao. Ik ik that with his not-so-great-childhood and teenage years spent trying to survive murder attempts and auror work so it’s unlikely he was on top of the lastest trends and what not but I still think it would be funny. (Yelling YEET before he body decks another person who tried to fight him ok). Can you add a potential scene or make a snippet with any vine/tt etc etc?? I’m begging pretty pls cherry on top

Or him getting a song stuck in his head and then realizing the artist isn’t even born yet 😭😭 or maybe one day he goes to the muggle world and finds cola with cocaine (unlikely since I think it stopped production in the 1930? But the point still stands)

I tried to keep this era-appropriate! Since Harry is from 1999 he wouldn't know our more modern slang, but hopefully this is close enough!

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"Well, at least we're not strangers to lying to the aurors," Orion muttered, watching with curiosity as chaos unfolded before them. He ducked as a glass went sailing over his head, then turned his attention to Riddle.

"Are you going to stop him?"

Riddle looked at him, lips curling up into a strange little smile. "Are you going to stop Augustus?"

Touché.

Orion clicked his tongue and looked back at the brawl. Augustus was somewhere in the mass of bodies - a surprising fact to anyone that had never seen him drunk before.

But at the centre of it all was Ciro.

Orion winced as someone was stupid enough to try and tackle his friend. Ciro, despite looking lanky, was all hard muscles; and he met the attack head on, standing his ground.

Ciro twisted, sending his attacker flying off to the side under his own momentum, and it was an impressive feat given the amount of alcohol Orion had watched him knock back tonight.

Someone was tossed through the air next, slamming into the back wall. The force of it rattled the shelf and one of the candles that was set there toppled and fell.

Coming to a bar to celebrate Orion's graduation had clearly been a mistake.

"Oh, shit," Riddle said, choking on a disbelieving laugh as the wick hit the alcohol drenched ground and caught alight. "Time to go. I'll grab my idiot, you grab yours."

Orion didn't even put up a token protest. The fire was already spreading rapidly.

Technically, they could have smothered the flames easily enough. Any of them could have - but half the people in the pub were blind-drunk and couldn't be trusted to hold their wands the right way, let alone cast a spell.

He could have done it, but Orion wasn't feeling particularly charitable right now. The bartender had been rude to them, after all.

He weaved through the unorganised crowd, dodging people as they panicked, and found Augustus in the middle of smacking someone with a tray. He grabbed his friend, dragging him towards the exit without looking back.

"You little bitch!" Augustus called at whoever he had been fighting. He was slurring and Orion was sure he would be mortified in the morning. "You couldn't beat a squirrel!"

Orion bit his lip as they burst outside, barely containing his laugh. The heat chased them out, the windows glowing orange as the fire climbed higher.

"Are you alright?" he asked, steadying Augustus while trying not to grin.

"Orion," Augustus said, looking up and grasping both sides of his face, utterly serious. "We can't trust the flowers. Don't listen to them. Fuck lyings."

“Of course,” Orion cooed, patting him supportively. He scanned the area of the other two - and heard them before he saw them.

“Just...walk dammit - one leg, no, that way,” Riddle was saying as he guided Ciro, one of the other’s arms around his neck while his own was wrapped around Ciro’s waist.

He spoke loudly.

Because Ciro was singing.

At the top of his lungs.

“We dinnt start the fire! It was always burnin’, since the world's turnin’! We dinnt start the fire! No - noo, we dinnit light it, but we tried to fight it!”

And then dissolved into laughter.

Riddle’s expression was somehow fondly aggrieved as he came to stop beside them. Ciro was slumping further into Riddle’s side, almost nuzzling into his neck.

Orion shook his head, puzzled. “What song is that?”

“Hell if I know,” Riddle grunted, pulling Ciro up higher when the other almost tumbled to the floor.

“Tom,” Ciro mumbled, tugging on the front of Riddle’s coat plaintively. “Tom.”

“What?” Riddle asked, and it really was telling that he couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed.

Ciro didn’t say anything though, just started snickering.

Orion rolled his eyes. “Look, we need to go before the aurors get here and start asking questions.”

Ciro’s snickers grew stronger, and his lolled his head to look at Orion. “Reporting for duty, sir,” he chirped. Then he blinked with great exaggeration.

Orion squinted at him. “Was that supposed to be a wink?”

“I dunno, are you?” Ciro asked, then drooped even more.

Riddle looked up to the sky as if praying for divine intervention.

#anonymous #HP #ybtm(ibty)#harry potter #orion black #tom riddle #augustus lestrange

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ofrutsra · 2 years

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Would any Amphibia fans care to read some notes I had on rewriting the Sasha V Darcy fight (cause I know many of us thought it left a little to be desired)

• As soon as the fight starts, it’s clear that Sasha and Grime are trying to cut the cable. It was pretty obvious that was going the be the weak spot, so don’t treat it like it was a grand reveal at the end. Darcy is just keeping them away from it.

• I know I’m not the only one who REALLY wanted to see Sasha and Marcy get their Calamity Forms in that fight, so let’s do it. Something bumps the music box in the chaos of the fight and it falls to the ground, knocking the stones lose. (Yes that’s lazy, but please let me have this)

• When Grime gets his arm cut off, Sasha’s powers start flowing to her. She leaps in the air at Darcy, hair fiery and pink. Darcy barely managed to dodge, but when Sasha swings again she cuts the scythe clean in half.

•Sasha goes on the assault, flashing in and out of sight. Darcy can barely block some of the strikes with what’s left of her scythe, taking one small cut to the cheek. With her speed boost, Sasha finally managed to cut the cable. This doesn’t cause the helmet to loose all it’s power though. It stays on Marcy’s head. However, Marcy can start to see and hear the battle going on outside.

• After the painful shock of loosing the connection, Darcy just gives an evil grin. As Sasha comes in for one more strike, Darcy just holds her hands out to her side, the sword stoping inches away from her chest. Sasha stares in shock at what she almost did.

• Darcy wears a cruel smile. “Always have a plan Sasha.” She takes a step forward. Sasha steps back. “1000 years ago we had a plan to make Andrias the perfect servent.” Sasha drops her sword. “1 year ago we had a plan for you three to bring out box back to us.” Sasha falls to her knees. “And 1 month ago we made a plan so that even if you won this fight…” Sasha looks in horror at the eyes of the Core “*Marcy voice* you could NEVER stop me.” Sasha breaks into tears as her Calamity form fades away.

• Confident in her victory, Darcy checks on the fight with Anne from the computer, and is furious to see he hasn’t finished the job. As she enters a code to take over his actions and force an attack, the green gem flashes and Darcy flinches.

• Reeling back, she grabs at her head as if a splitting migraine just hit. “YOU! What do you think you’re doing!? How are you doing this!?” The green energy starts flowing around her. “You’ve been hurting them all for long enough! If it’s the last thing I do, I’m putting a stop to this! NOW!”

• Marcy’s Calamity Form burst from inside, causing the helmet to crack away, until it all dissolves. With her few moments of consciousness, she looks over to her friend. “Sa..sha…” as her green hair turns to black and she falls to the ground.

From there the episode plays out mostly the same. Obviously there’s no helmet anymore to go to the moon, but hey, more possibilities. Thoughts?

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #amphibia finale #sasha waybright #marcy wu #darcy wu #king andrias #Marcy will NOT be a damsel-in-distress if I have anything to say about it #That was way longer than I meant to be #I wrote it at work and it kinda got away from me

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chaotic-cheese-blog · 1 year

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Chaos threatens god

Chaos’ eyes fluttered open, yet it was still dark.

‘What the hell? Why am I on the floor? Why is the floor not carpeted?’

‘D-didn’t I die? Was that a dream? Dammit…Urg, the floor is so hardddd.’

They blinked. They blinked again.

They sat up, groaning.

They stared down at their yellow jumper and their school bag, which was laying next to them.

‘Waiiiiit a sec, how can I see myself if it’s dark?!

...

‘Ooooo what if I’m lucid dreamiiiing, I’ve never done that befoooore.

Your meant to be able to do what you want right? Umm I’m in Disneyland. Disneyland, Disneyland!’

But nothing changed, they were still in the void.

‘Awww whaaat??? Maybe it’s not a dreammm. I heard you can’t look at mirrors when your dreaming. Let’s see hereeee’

They dug into there backpack, fishing out the pocket mirror and their knife for the hell of it. They clicked it open and stared at their reflection.

“WHAT.”

The shock was so powerful it snapped Chaos out of their silent delirious thoughts.

The surprise wasn’t that they had a reflection, it was what they looked like.

“what.” they repeated quietly.

Their face was a mess. A gory mess. It had chunks of flesh ripped off, bits of bone were visible. But, there was no blood. It was… weird, to say the least.

“so it wasn’t a dream. hm.” they mumbled, taking it it.

“Heya friendo, you’re finally up I see.”

Chaos whipped around, pointing the knife at the speaker. It had a TV head with a picture of a familiar dog on it. It put its hands up.

“Whoa there, no need to make any rash decisions!”

Lowering the knife, gears turned in Chaos’ mind.

“You… Oh yeah! god right?”

“(Even at the beginning of a sentence you refuse to use a capital letter for me?) That’s right matey. Welcome to the void!”

“Uhuh, and what am I doing in the void?”

“I’m not sure actually. You’re dead, that’s all I know. (Maybe because it was my fault?)” He mumbled that last part.

Chaos rolled their eyes.

“Oh wow, I didn’t reali- Wait what was that last bit? What do you mean it’s your fault?”

“You heard that?! So, funny thing is… I’m pretty sure I was that dog.”

“Huh? Wait. HUH? What?”

“Hey there. It’s not totally my fault… you were in the way”

Chaos shrieked at the audacity.

“MY FAULT?! MY FAULT?! OH YEAH? VICTIM BLAMING MUCH? OF COUUUURSE I WANTED TO FEEL MAXIMUM PAIN!! OF COUUURSE I WANTED TO BE DISFIGURED!”

At this point they stood up, clutching the pocket knife tightly. They might be a small 7 year old, but they were a 7 year old with a weapon. They slowly approached the useless god.

“Hey now, I’m sure we can find a solution.” He spoke rapidly.

“Unless you can get me back to life, we have nothing to talk about.” They growled.

“Well I can’t do that because you’re officially dead in this timeline but uh… Oh! I can set you up for another timeline that’s relatively similar so you can, y’know, meet the characters?”

Chaos paused at this, something in their eyes glistened. He takes this as his sign to continue.

“Yeah! We can find a suitable timeline and put a spot for you!”

The young one loosened their grip a little.

“Can you… really do that?” Now he had really got them hooked.

“Sure! It takes quite a bit of effort, but it’s possible!”

Any hint of hatred had dissolved from their stance.

“Can I have a bucket?”

“A bucket for a head? I mean I can try”

“No no. A bucket. That I can put on my head.”

“(what???) Sure, whatever. Let’s get started then.”

One montage later…

“Ok, looks good. It should be stable. You ready kid?”

Chaos nodded excitedly.

“I’ll finally live up to my name!

“What?”

“Oh, nothing” They smiled, staring at the fourth wall.

@directdogman

#dialtown #dialtown oc #fanfic #Chaos D. Travs #How did i not tag this before #i'm so stupid

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apaise · 2 years

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for a second, she had been dumb enough to let herself dream. with her sisters watching her in the crowd, and diana’s dress twinkling so beautifully beneath the lantern light . . . kai almost believed she could pull this off. maybe, just maybe, she could be as important as the rest of them, her dance bringing festivity and joy to these halls the way kit’s dance once had. after her performance, kai’s even hopeful, gods and muses alike giving applause. if she pleased the deities and her sisters, perhaps there’s a place for her in this world yet . . .

. . . this faith and optimism is immediately snuffed out when poseidon speaks to her afterwards. as lily readies for her turn on the stage, the god of the sea approaches kai with wide smiles -- and jeers. he tosses her a compliment ( that she looks pretty ) then drowns her in criticisms, declaring her expression too petulant, the story too sad, and her performance lacking the awe and wonder kit’s used to evoke. poseidon suggests that she spends more time practicing if she ever wishes to perform at one of his fêtes again, and. . . kai erupts. she tosses her scarves in poseidon’s face, asserting that if he knows so much about dance, he should be the one on stage. he loves to strut around after all; he might as well pick up a ribbon or fan.

poseidon reels dramatically in offense, promptly attracting the attention of his consorts. the nymphs scurry to their lord’s side, appalled at the muse’s scarves rudely cast about him. he loudly accuses kai of blasphemous insolence, drawing further notice from his guests as they begin to surround the god and dancer. poseidon maintains it’s a pity they lost kai’s superior predecessor when she knew how to properly pay respect. by the time the muses are called over, kai’s all but lunging at poseidon’s throat, a waify nymph standing between them to hold her back.

poseidon commands that the muses take kai home and that they stay there; perhaps this time would be better utilized to teaching their sister some manners. as they file out of the fête, kai’s heart sinks to see her sisters’ despondent faces. but then looking at poseidon’s smug smile beneath his facade of grace -- she’s angry again, angry over her treatment and that her sisters would have to be sent home as well. he’s only doing this to toy with her. kai whirls around, breaking free from ally holding her hand. ❝ why would we want to stay here anyway?! ❞ she shouts, needing to have the last word. but when poseidon only gives the muses a dismayed look after, she knows she’s lost.

the trek is silent on the way back, with some of the muses exchanging sympathetic glances and holding hands all the while. once they arrive home, the sisters begin to devise a way to make amends already -- gathering gifts and tokens for the god to express their deep remorse. lily, drake, ally, and elena leave to offer the sisters’ apologies, while the rest stay home with kai.

in the aftermath, kai feels the need to make the situation seem fortunate, desperate for her sisters to see poseidon is not someone they should serve anyway. she kicks off her slippers, the beads and bells jingling softly in defeat. ❝ on the bright side, at least we won’t have to listen to any more of his ridiculous speeches, ❞ she starts, smiling as she turns back at the others.

❝ i don’t think he loves anything as much as the sound of his own voice, ❞ she flops down on the couch while dani stoops to pick up her slippers, always trying to keep their home clean. she hands them over to a puzzled kai afterwards, hoping to teach the young muse where she went wrong. dani had been so happy to finally share sotiria’s music with someone -- especially the gods, of all people, knowing how proud the artist would’ve been. but before anyone could speak after the performances . . . the party dissolved into chaos. lily hadn’t even had the chance to perform at all.

❝ kai. this celebration may have meant nothing to you, ❞ dani starts, voice already aggrieved. ❝ but it meant something to us. please respect that. ❞ it was the first invitation they accepted following kit’s passing, after all. dani had hoped that they would be able to enjoy the night -- as their sister would have wanted for them.

this performance meant something to kai, too. but she doesn’t know how to put that into words. looking at the others, she feels her heart thud with the guilt, but . . . she pulls herself together with a frown. ❝ i don’t understand why you’d wanna perform for such a monster anyway, ❞ she mutters, pulling her knees up to hug. ( @feveredblurs )

#( smokingpepe.png HERE WE GO GIRL ALKJSDFLKAJSDF LORD )#( hope the party stuff is okay! )#( lmk if anything needs to bet tweaked! oof though! oof )#feveredblurs #( c: kai )#( c: dani )#( v: sandman )

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thelazyhermits · 2 years

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hi haze!! i hope you're doing well bc i'm sending you my angsty thoughts for your encanto!tabf au XD (if ur still accepting them ofc 👉👈)

so i was rereading "a lie more comfortable than truth" until i suddenly wondered what it would be like if it's in the encanto!tabf universe n had a so many angsty hcs abt that bc i am a sucker for pain apparently 😌👌

the plot is pretty much the same, w fortune n izuku having the same situation as mirabel and bruno in the fic, wherein izuku helps shouta n hitoshi look after fortune by making sure she doesn't stay in her room for too long, have her get some fresh air n some food. meanwhile, fortune is just stressed n paranoid over the Death Vision she got abt izuku, using her gift to see into multiple futures (and similarly to bruno, she only saw futures of war and death of ppl outside their valley) which puts a huge toll on her health n sanity, n it worries shouta n hitoshi a lot bc they see how she doesn't look as great as she used to :(((((

(in this au, i imagine that fortune, like bruno, keeps this vision between herself n grandma, mainly bc grandma pleaded/ordered her not to spill it n also bc fortune's afraid of what her brothers n the fam might think or do. n maybe a little part of her wants to believe that if she ignores this vision n goes on w her life like normal, than maybe it wouldn't come true. OOF PAIN)

izuku doesn't seem to mind taking care of/spending time w fortune even w katsuki being an ass about it n calling izuku essentially a babysitter for a grown adult. he likes hanging out w fortune bc she tells cool stories n doesn't belittle him for every lil thing he does to make the family proud :,)) WHICH MAKES THE VISION REVEAL SCENE EVEN MORE SAD N TRAGIC HHHHH

i like to imagine that the first person to discover the death vision when izuku tried yoinking it from grandma's room is katsuki (for character development >:D), then he tells mirio bc katsuki has the common sense not to tell shouta n hitoshi, the two protective members of the fam when it comes to izuku. then the matchmaking dinner happens but it goes sideways fast w eri's monkeys doing their thing w the vision tablet, katsuki n mirio trying to keep it away from the fam until bOOM chaos happens when it's revealed, w hitoshi thundering, inko crying, katsuki involuntarily creating sparks, fortune having a serious breakdown, n grandma close to tears, which ends the same way in the original fic w izuku keeping the family together while he talks w fortune abt the vision, like mirabel with bruno.

for more angst, i feel like katsuki - who had been holding back from saying anything to fortune throughout the dinner until the big reveal - would be hella pissed n confused, demanding fortune why she kept it a secret n close to grabbing her by the front of her shirt before hitoshi n shouta put a stop to it. but katsuki just goes on to yell at fortune abt her "taking advantage of izuku's kindness" which sets off fortune into angrily telling him he's wrong and then it all dissolves into just,,,,arguing, consequently forming cracks in minka. then the collapse happens, and yaknow the rest 👀

AAA thanks for indulging my thoughts, ur encanto!tabf au is really occupying my brain today n im not complaining <3

Of course, I am still accepting them! I am always happy to talk about this AU and all the angst potential it has lol

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! This angst is so real here. Fortune would absolutely be devastated if she were in Bruno's shoes in this particular fic setting.

This kind of scenario would take such a heavy toll on Fortune mentally and physically. Poor Shouta & Hitoshi would be so worried about her. On the bright side, all the Fortune & Izuku moments would be very cute and wholesome, at least at the start lol

I could definitely see things turning out just as you described. I would definitely wanna put Katsuki in the same position as Isabela for that character development, and he would definitely be the one to yell at Fortune once the vision gets revealed to everyone.

And oh man the river scene where Fortune pulls Izuku out would be so emotional. She's crying, she's yelling, she's a mess lol

On a funnier note, Katsuki wouldn't volunteer to jump into the river. he'd be the one saying how stupid an idea that is lol 😂

#TRMIY asks #so much angst potential #poor fortune would be even worse off than the regular storyline #just when you think you can't cause her any more pain #another way presents itself lol #thank you for sharing your thoughts with me!#I always love hearing from you!

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the-firebird69 · 8 months

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There are a couple more things going on in Charlotte county.

-there seems to be in the air of disrespect from everyone towards our son for some reason he can't fit into any of the groups and they can't seem to make any of them appeased happy or satiated and they're all ask him constantly bothering him for almost every reason there's no rules and they're not following them and it seems to be have done on purpose and it does not help them and they thought it would cause chaos and unrest and so forth when they're just grilling the living s*** out of one person. Sorry going well for them at all they're losing all their possessions they are not in Pole position there are men and women in uniform are being completely dissolved down below today it was a huge loss for more luck a massive massive loss the sit down several contingents and about 2/3 of them are gone and with the Mohawk alone they sent 1% of the populace of the world and they comprise about 5% all of them except for the clones. They were most easily and now falling back and they're trying to fire from a distance and they have a mast another half a percent. And they're going to try another counter attack. It's spreading throughout their ranks that are going in first for a reason and they're all looking at it and they saw the post and people are checking and they're figuring out that they have to try or they're going to lose everything and they also have to try for the ships that are up there and they're moving it and they're getting ships and they're organizing and they're forming up and the launching from the islands all the islands and they're forming a fleet it's about 900 million right now some of them are pretty big but really the majority of it are smaller ships but 10% of them are fast and really fast even by comparison meaning that they have 5% of their ships are faster than most other ships which is very odd but they took fast ones. There's a couple other things going on there are about 60% of the Earth's population top side that don't like them and the remaining 35% are in agreeance that they're not doing things and the others are doing this and it's a number that's changing and because of the clones mostly.

-a few more things are going on the people know about a lot of them they are chastising our son quite often. The reason they're doing this parading and chastising to try and transfer to others and to try and transfer to people they think of us and just does not work and they just continue doing it people have told them to stop and they won't right now they have suffered catastrophic losses almost a percent is humongous and they sent down another half percent if they lose if they're down to 3.5% for real that's very bad and they were yes about 50% about 3 years ago and have been losing dramatic losses. And really if they didn't care too much because about 70% of them were clones so if you look at that number that's around 37%, we're close of the 50% leaving only 12% and they have been fighting it real hard and lost 6% recently and then another percentage and we're at 5% and started to get upset the clones are not considered to be their main core and their survival but they are believe it or not and they lost them and didn't care kept tossing them out for real. Right now they are down to 4.2%, and that's the Macklemore lock minority mola and others including demons. And they are committing a lot of troops right now they're calling another half percent so it's another 1% is called on top of the 1%. It's really if they lose they're down to 3% and it's global but it's off Island. On island they still have about the 7% and the majority of which would be the core. They have been losing Stars and they've been losing figureheads they have a losing all sorts of famous people and it's been constant Non-Stop daily there's someone on the news and hourly they find a famous figure that's gone and her for instance would be last night 10 of the households left they're about four people in each on average and they were somewhat famous one of them is been mentioned the news quite often and it's Bob Barker he was out there and he got hit with a landline vehicle and the vehicle flipped over and someone needed for the missile it was over. Bob Barker was not the kindest person to our son it was getting him stuff and he did a decent job in the show and you can tell that people are bothering him and he thought that the Boucher show was funny and it was but BG began to beat him up and it was horrible please this is incessant slimeball. Other things that were happening of other households the threesome company now it was full House and there are several from the cast that were destroyed by combat. We're going to go over it later but it is important as 10 more households and yeah out of anger and we understand that

-there's a huge number of people that remember our son's words before Max started harassing the crap out of him and they can see them doing to them and they can see clones doing it and see bja saying awkward things all the time and other people too and they notice there's a lot of pressure on them and these people are wielding it to make them look stupid for some reason so looking at the notes and they're seeing what's going on I'm saying they're saying it and people are getting ready and a lot of them were and so they're kind of grateful and they're trying to do stuff in their son laughs and says yeah it's kind of hard even when you know even when you all know and so they're wondering what it was helping him and he was doing a lot of stuff.

-and there are a few more things going on people keep giving them these torture tests over and over and saying what you're doing is bothering the crap out of me and he's saying it too they're trying to dig and push and prod trying to grab him and all sorts of stuff it's more like and the clones and we are putting a stop to it and they're regretting doing it

-are there about 450 people who bothering him everyday solidly and we are trying to whittle it down they will not stop unless you force them to and grabbing a few and behind you with the others are running in and really they're eliminating their people by doing it and they think it works for them and it'll make robots and stuff and they just don't have the facilities so it's a race against Time

-one more item we have a large amount of people trying to get into Charlotte county who are not going through the rings and they're not really welcome they're not more alive and they're not Max so they're saying foreigners and that's what it is and there's a lot of them

Thor Freya

A lot of that is due to the 911 realization the high UPS new but can get it out and now it's out

Olympus

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jade-parcels · 3 years

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What if mc went into labour?? O_O

Panik! /(O_O)\

Going into labor

With Xiao, Diluc, Baizhu and Childe

(Same guys as this post)

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Xiao:

He’s freaking out more than you are

He’s been around a long time but he hasn’t exactly…watched a birth. Or been by someone’s side for a birth. It sounds horrific, it’s bloody, theres a lot of gore and crying…It’s easy to say it’s not exactly his scene

Xiao loves you and his unborn baby so much!! But he has dreaded the birth since day one. He’s scared for you, he doesn’t like seeing you with a papercut!! Now you’re going to push out a baby??

Xiao knows he can’t deliver this baby so he took you into Liyue Harbor a month before you were due just to be safe! There’s doctors there!!

He wears a calm, collected mask as you hold his hand for support but he’s sweating…sweat is literally trickling down his face as he murmurs encouragements to you, trying to avoid making eye contact with the doctor because that’s just another level of stress on his shoulders

Every time you flinch, cry out or sob, he’s there. Xiao will even get in the bed with you if you want him to, you have him wrapped around your finger “You are so brave…I am…I am so proud of you” he tells you, trembling right beside you “Just a few more pushes, okay? You’ve got this” he counts with you, breathes with you, holds you, he’s there to support YOU and be whatever you need him to be!

Once the baby is presented to you, he steps away, not wanting to hold the baby right away. He’s still shaking and his arms feel like noodles, his heart is absolutely pounding…But he feels relieved. You’re safe and the baby is healthy. He’ll kneel beside you and the baby to say a prayer of thanks to Rex Lapis for keeping his family safe :’)

Diluc:

You’re about to have the most lavish birth a person could have

Midwives, maids, candles, warm or cool cloths for your face, imported extra strength painkillers, the whole nine yards

Diluc is not messing around, he wants this to be a smooth, painless (well, as painless as it can be) experience for you. He has interviewed your midwives and staff personally and background checked every one of them

He has planned it all out with you but when the time comes, he freezes up and panics. Never in a million years would he have predicted this! He’s always been so collected in stressful situations but how can one be calm right now??

Labor takes hours and the entire time he’s stressing. The midwife will probably have to step in and send him away for go get some air cause oh my gosh, he’s stressing everyone out with his nervous Nelly behavior!!!

When he comes back and it’s time to push, he’ll help you into whatever position you want. Standing, sitting, laying down you name it, he’s there to help you in any way he can

And once the baby is in your arms…He’s a a sniffling mess! You’ve never seen him cry this way, sniffling and hiccuping with a huge grin on his face “I-I just can’t believe it” he’ll choke out “I love you so much- thank you- thank you for everything”

He’ll be shaking from leftover stress all night, constantly checking in on you and the baby. Diluc may be a bit overbearing but cut him some slack…he’s a new dad with loss/abandonment issues 0-0

Baizhu:

He is READY!!!!

You two have has a written birth plan for months now so he follows it exactly. He assists you to your shared bedroom, gets you changed out of your clothes and into a baggy nightgown for comfort. He makes you lay down so he can get all of the equipment he needs

He’ll send Qiqi away, telling her to go to Gui’s house to get him just in case he needs an extra set of hands amidst the general chaos of birth

You still have hours to go before the baby is actually born but time flies when you have someone so kind and attentive by your side. His presence is calming and he uses his vision to grant some healing to you which in this case is just pain relief

Baizhu alternates between laying with you and getting you up to walk around to get labor started

Gui will arrive and hours later, hours of sweating, pushing, crying, promises of “you’re almost there honey, just a few more minutes”…Now your baby is here

Baizhu is quick to cut the cord and wash off your bundle of joy, bringing them over to set on your chest

Now that he’s no longer in doctor mode…he’s quite speechless :’) he’s just overcome with joy. He basks in this moment and thanks the archons that he was able to be here for this :’)

Childe:

Ajax took time away from work to be present for your birth!! He took you to his family home! You’ll be supported by his loving mother and older sisters. They’ll all be present to make sure everything goes smoothly

Ajax is overjoyed! He’s so excited to meet his baby :’) he is right there to hype you up! Whenever you feel scared or nervous, he’s right there with his optimism and sweet encouragement “Sweetheart, you’ve fought a ruin hunter with a dull blade and a bucket! This will be easy as pie, I promise you”

He’ll make you do squats and walk up and down the hallway so gravity will pull the baby down so you won’t have to push as much or as hard

Ajax isnt even nervous himself. Sure, in the back of his mind he knows there’s plenty of risks but he just doesn’t believe anything bad will happen. You’re so strong, he has his family here to help, he’s here to support you the entire way!!! He’s ready to meet his baby!!

Your birth is a noisy one, youve got like 5 people in the room with you telling you to push, relax, ‘it’ll be okay’, breathe!! Ajax is right there to hold your hand and brush your hair off your sweaty face

When he sees the baby for the first time he dissolves into a sobbing mess lmao it is not pretty. He wraps his arms around you as you hold the baby, crying into your shoulder, thanking you for being so strong, so beautiful

He’s said it one hundred times but he tells you again that he’d do anything to protect his family. He’s so grateful to you for bringing your baby into the world :’)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #genshin impact headcanons #answered requests!#genshin impact diluc #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact baizhu #genshin impact childe #childe x reader #baizhu x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #asks #asks!

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

#tw trauma #tw disordered eating #tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw injuries #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #tw emotional distress #tw murder #tw animal death #tw dark content #tw unhealthy eating habits #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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writingforyourpleasure · 3 years

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I have a thing for Car wash

Genre: NonIdol!AU, SummerJob!AU

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Summary: You do car wash as a summer job each year. But this year , 7 new employees are added to the mix.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

A/N: Thoses Butter's concept photoshoot are gonna be the death of me ...

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Summer’s Job never been dreamy or appealing you always preferred to stay home and play games or hangout with your friends.

You were doing the same summer job from your high school’s years throughout your UNI years, this year was the last year where you could work at the same gas station you usually spent your summer’s at. You were quite happy about this news because your work there wasn’t really enjoyable to say the least.

You were working as car washer.

The staff was limited to you and Gladys. Gladys was an Australian grandma’ with an heavy accent and a loud voice.

You used to complain about the underpaid job and understaff issue to her each year , but even if she tried her best to pay you more each year, the problem of understaff was remaining.

Plus you had the marvelous advantage , note the irony, to be a woman. So of course you had some guy every now and then asking you for some porn kink including cars and water to you.

And of course as soon as you dared to say to them that it was not respectful of them to ask for such favors , well their ego feeling insecure will make them insult you ‘til Gladys will come out and try to dissolve any trouble. And if they didn’t leave… well then Tallulah will come help you out. Were Gladys was a true perfect cottage core granny , Tallulah her spouse, was a weightlifting Olympics coach. So she was , massive and looked very frightening.

But since she was often occupied most of the time Gladys would have to do the trick , and if too much persistent she would call her little brother Jeff a policeman always coming in and out of the shop to check on things.

It was nice, for a summer or two, but seeing as it’s been years since you were first introduce to this summer’s job to say it became painfully annoying was an understatement.

And this year would be the same…

Or so you though.

Gladys finally took your complains about the car wash job being understaffed and recruited a few people to help out .

When she said a few, you though she was talking about 2 to 3 people.

But no, no non no no no. Gladys took in 7 people !

She promised you your check wouldn’t take any damage by the presence of those new employees , but you sincerely doubt that.

And of course you’ll have to show them around and proceed to show them how to wash a car because of course it’s not like anybody could know how to do it by themselves.

You were moody when that tons of information’s felled down on your head, but now finding yourself in front of the 7 new employees changed everything.

Apparently Gladys misspelled car wash job for model’s photoshoot coz’ those 7 boys were for sure way too beautiful to need a car wash job.

It had to be a prank, right?

So being more self aware in what you’ve been for years you showed carefully those men of to do the job. And no it wasn’t cute or sexy, far from it.

You were dressed in your yellow hoodie and black jogging with flip-flop.

For once you wished you had were those fucking shorts looking like panties more than anything, and a crop top or something similar, like all those freaks watching too much porn often asked you to.

But no , and those guys were dressed in matching outfits in jeans and whites tee.

Even if they were very dreamy swoon over , you had more pressing issues to think about.

Like why one of them started a water fight with another one, and putting a stop to it before one of them put soap into their eyes.

“Okay guys!!! Please stop …? I don’t want to have to report you to Gladys on your first day okay? So keep that behavior for when you’re on your own okay?”

“Sorry , we didn’t meant to …” Said one.

“Huh sorry to interrupt , but none of us seems to have catch your name earlier ?” Said the guy with blue hair.

You liked his hair, it was nice, like blue waves , more darker on the edges and lighter on the center of his scalp. He had such beautiful eyes too, so sharp an-

Oh god , wait did you really lost yourself by admiring him?!

“Huh miss???”

“Y-Yeah !!! Haha my name’s Y/N !” You extended your hand , losing your mind for talking in a higher voice to him , good job at not being suspect Y/N….

And you hated yourself even more for being awkward by presenting your hand to him. But he, on the other hand sensed your discomfort and made your move seem completely normal shaking your hand lightly and giving you a cute smile showing off his dimples.

“Namjoon,…. And those two are Jungkook and Taehyung, and I hate to be the one breaking it to you but we’re probably gonna have a hard time keeping them calm.”

“Oh… Okay” You just ended , looking to the two guys involved in the previous water fight, and looking back to Namjoon’s face. He was calm and put you at ease. Hargh you were staring , good job on not being a freak Y/N .

The one all covered in jean from head to toe approached you, and ever so silently spoke to you.

“Hate to be a bother Y/N, but can I have a bucket to wring out my sponge, please?”

“Huh Yeah of course huh-hu….”

“Yoongi’s the name…”

“Oh huh well yeah let me get that from Gladys to you okay I’ll be back in just a sec Yoongi.”

He nodded very calm much to your dismay as you were starting to feel anxious about advising Gladys for more employees, maybe you should have just shut it.

You entered the store who basked in a sunny light as the morning was starting to begin for most of other people’s in the city.

At the register was one of the new employees, he wore a plaid skirt and converse’s with a white thee and jean shirt. You couldn’t believe how gracious his lips draw themselves on his face. They looked pillowy and as dreamy as the six other’s man out there waiting for you.

“Huh hello ? You might remember me from earlier ? Y/N the foremost employee?”

“Of course I do you’re the sweet mango! “

“I’m sorry what ?”

“The sweet mango ! The color of your sweatshirt look alike a mango!”

“I-I Yeah it does…”

“Would you like another nickname maybe? I’m sorry if this one doesn’t fit your style haha. What about little mouse ?”

“Do I look like a little mouse ?”

“No ,you look like a fucking rat”

Said another voice coming from behind you.

“I beg you pardon?”

You turn over to the masculine voice behind you to find yourself facing a chest. Your eyes flew up to the face of the stranger, ready to take down any bratty client. And you were surprised to face a smiling shit eating brunette man glancing down at you . He was snickering and looking at you like he was mentally undressing you with his eyes.

“Yah ! Jin ! Don’t be rude to our new friend!”

You look down to the content in his arms, some sandwiches squeezed between bottles of water.

“Wait your on job duty ! Why aren’t you with the others ?” You started to take over yourself and focus on your task, keeping everything organized.

“Some of us forgot to bring our lunch to work this morning , so I volunteered to go for it , but you’ve been blocking the line too preoccupied to talk to mister big flirt over there.”

He gestured at the cashier.

“We weren’t flirt-“

“You totally were!” Gladys interrupted you coming out from the back of the shop with several boxes of energy bars .

“Gladys I would ne-“

“Don’t lie to me girl ! Okay Jimin go fill up the shelves with those and Jin , you’re lucky you have a nice face, it’s on the house for today so go back to work will you now?”

“Sure thing Gladys! Thank you so much !” He offered her a wink before smirking down at you , going back to his devices.

“AND SHE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A RAT! BUT YOU SURE TALK LIKE A BRATT!!!” Shouted Gladys at Jin, while a girl was approaching him to take care of her car and asking for his number. He was a blushing mess and Tae had to intervene to talk an eligible sentence to, the poor lost girl, after that.

“Now, Y/N what do you need sweetheart? I mean other than Jimin’s number of course?” She had said it loud enough for Jimin to hear it and bringing a cute smile on his face content of his accomplishments.

“Gladys please stop. “ You warned her with a tired face. She maybe looked old but she was fearless for sure .

“I need extra buckets for the boys, please.”

She leaved the register for what felt only two seconds before bringing over 5 extra buckets for you , to share.

“Thank you , you’re a life savior!”

“I know , should have started a sect when it was trendy.”

You left laughing to her dumb joke , but not before quickly glancing to Jimin. After that event you formed three distinct groups between all of you to get their heads in the game.

But with Jimin busy with helping out Gladys around the store, one of them was standing by himself.

“Okay since your alone I’ll help out for today.”

“Really? Thank you so much I was worried I’ll found myself alone when everyone’s having fun in groups.”

You looked around to indeed found them more busy playing around then actively work in silence .

“Yeah well normally having so much fun isn’t part of the job but I don’t want to kill the mood.”

“I’m Hoseok by the way but you can call me Hobi ! “ He said with a heart shaped smile.

“Y/N. Haha did you had to see Jimin assigning you a nickname too?”

“No this one’s for my crushes .” He said glancing up at you with stars shining eyes behind the comfort of his sunglasses.

“Yah! Hobi Does it mean I’m one of your freaking crushes?!” Yelled a not-so-speechless Jin , across the parking lot.

“Why don’t you come found out ?!” Yelled back a way too enthusiast Hoseok.

The day went by pretty quietly apart from those 7 agents of chaos you were stuck with from now.

Lunch came around pretty quickly and you all went to the back of the shop to have your break there , enjoying the nice breeze of the fan, while chatting.

“So , how come you’re all working here this summer?” You asked between bites of your meal.

“My aunt knows Gladys and told me she was recruiting , and since I was in need of a job I took it.” Said Jimin looking at you oh so charmingly.

“I have a thing for car wash.” Said Jin like it was completely normal.

“Your such a weirdo something hyung I swear… I was in need of a summer job saw the flyers by the campus and thought why not ? Here I am.”

Replied Jungkook slowly slurping down his noodles.

“We wanted to prove some sexist asshole that , no it wasn’t , a job only reserved to women.” Said a disgusted Namjoon swallowing quickly his part of the sandwich.

“I want to be a social entrepreneur.”

Said Taehyung leaving you with wide eyes.

“How is that related to bein-“

“If I succeed to make this place a rentable place from just the car wash then I could do anything.”

“And how would you do that ?” asked Jin dismissing his lunch to look over at Taehuyng.

“What about a photoshoot?”

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cluescorner · 3 years

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This is so funny to me and idk why

Imagine you’re Loki in The Bifrost Incident. You feel like shit constantly and you have to put your trust in a crazy woman who keeps talking about trains. You go onto said train after helping to build it and everyone hates you and you don’t know why. So you chill in your compartment and dissociate for a bit while you try to remember who you are. And then all that you remember is happiness and joy and OH WAIT NO PEOPLE ARE DYING EVERYWHERE WHATS GOING ON.

So you keep doing that for a hot minute and then this dude barges in. And he is PISSED OFF. He screams at you for like 15 minutes and says your boss’s name and then storms off in her direction while talking about how much he hates this fucking train. And then after he’s gone for another 15 minutes security is dragging him away from your boss’s compartment and he is even MORE MAD and fucking destroys your door.

So then you sit there and dissociate some more and then a very pretty but clearly shady lady comes in and immediately starts crying. She’s so fucking happy but you don’t know her so you back away and then she gets sad and asks you if you remember your wife. You answer honestly and she’s like “welp, I guess you’re basically dead” and fucking sobs. And she just stays there for like a minute and you’re not sure if comforting her would make her feel better or worse. And then she leaves.

Your door is still busted, so you stop dissociating and leave. Everyone still hates you and you still don’t know why, but you now have a few leads and want to figure out who tf you are. And then security drags you to your boss’s private observation deck and she’s just staring at something so you dissociate some more.

And then the train fucking dissolves into eldritch horror creatures who are trying to kill you and some voice from out of nowhere is talking about some Yogsothoth dude who you don’t know but now you know who you are. And oh shit that very pretty but clearly shady lady was your wife and also something called ‘The Call’ has begun and you boss literally doesn’t care. She just keeps staring at the chaos so you decide to leave and find your wife.

You pass through the evil claws and eldritch horror creatures. Then you run into the pissed off dude from before who it turns out is your friend but you killed his best friend or something. But he literally doesn’t care about that. He’s just mad and he’s gonna kill your boss. Then he asks what you’re doing and so you tell him and he’s like, “Yeah, have fun dying with your wife. I’m gonna go die like a fucking badass.” gives you some words of encouragement, and then leaves to go kill your boss. You didn’t see your boss die, but that dude looked very mad and he had a hammer so you’re sure he did it. And then the creatures just...leave you alone. But you don’t really care about that so you go find your wife.

You find her collapsed on top of a corpse and fucking sobbing. You embrace her immediately and just stay like that for a bit. And then you’re like “Welp, time to die.” and ask your wife to stab you to delay the end of the world. You share some of the most touching words ever and then she fucking stabs you and holds onto it to save the world.

So you’re dead, but at least now you have your wife and your memories.

And then the train stops and some asshole named Lyssafir find your corpses and watches the Black Box. They then go, “Well, that’s fucked.” and immediately leaves.

#the mechanisms #the bifrost incident #loki tbi #odin tbi #thor tbi #sigyn tbi #lyssafir tbi #IDK how to spell their name

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