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susiephone · 1 year
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a scooby-doo origin story where Daphne, Fred, Velma, and Shaggy are all serving detention together and none of them (save for maybe Fred and Daphne) have ever really talked before, but they talk in detention. they have fun, they're bonding, it's a real Breakfast Club situation, and as detention ends they're walking home and they see a dog digging through the garbage of a local restaurant
he's big, but he seems sweet and he's obviously hungry, so the gang approaches him to see if he has a collar. Shaggy manages to get to him first, and the dog immediately takes to him, giving him a big dog kiss and cuddling up to him, but the dog seems to like all of them
upon finding he doesn't have a collar, Shaggy, scratching behind his ears, rhetorically asks, "What's your name, buddy?"
and the dog answers, "Scooby-Dooby-Doo!"
after a minute of freaking the FUCK out and asking each other "y'all heard that, right?" the kids decide to take the dog (who they immediately start calling Scooby-Doo, Scoob, or Scooby for short) home, and find that not only can the dog talk, he displays human-level intelligence and is easily frightened. when they ask where he came from, he doesn't seem to know, but when they walk past an old, abandoned shopping complex on the edge of town, he completely freaks out...and there are weird noises coming from that complex at night....and some suspicious sightings....
the first mystery they investigate together is the mystery of what in God's name is going on here
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wxshing-aep · 10 months
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The Prom Committee (pt 1)
Ethan Morales x fem!reader
based on this request:
"how about one where y/n runs an after school club so Ethan keeps getting detention on purpose to see her because he thinks “clubs are for dorks” to quote Paxton and so his reputation as the bad boy isn’t ruined"
Warnings: swearing, banter, the word boobs
AN: decided to make it a 2 parter cause it was getting long while I was writing it and wanted to give Ethan more depth of character than the actually show so part 2 coming tmrw probs!
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When his assignment was handed back by Señora Diaz upside down, Ethan wasn't surprised by the big F glaring back at him in red ink when he turned the page over.
“Stupid bitch” he muttered under his breath.
“In Español, Ethan” Señora Diaz paused on her way back to the blackboard, unsure of what he said but certain that it wasn't in Spanish.
“Sorry" he retorted and she continued her route back to the front of the classroom.
"perra estúpida”
“ethan!”
That’s how Ethan ended up in detention for the umpteenth time in his academic career, tapping his pen on the desk in the nearly empty classroom with Mr. Shapiro's happy go-lucky self staring back at him.
"Well, happy to have you here Ethan!" Mr. Shapiro greets picking up a clipboard from his desk. "Not happy to be here" Ethan deadpanned. "Sorry to hear that. Not sure how you managed to get detention during the first week of school, but hey I think that might be a new Sherman Oaks record! Congrats buddy!" Mr. Shapiro cheers before realizing the younger boy is not the slightest bit amused. "Alright, tough crowd."
"Moving right along then," Mr. Shapiro clicks a pen in his hand "time to take roll!" which causes Ethan to look around the empty classroom.
"...I'm literally the only one here"
"I know, I just love checking things off lists," Mr. Shapiro clears his throats " so do I have a Morales comma Ethan?"
"seriously dude?"
"Second call for Ethan Morales"
"you're gonna keep going til I say here, aren't you?"
"You betcha!"
"Here."
"Awesome!" Mr. Shapiro marks a giant check by the one name on his attendance sheet. "god I love doing that- Alright so unfortunately I've gotta skidaddle to help out with the faculty potluck but lucky for you sir we're implementing more of a reformative detention style this year!"
"What the hell does that mean" Ethan asked.
"It means, that instead of sitting here for the next few hours, you my friend, get to offer your help to one of the after school clubs or committees that are a bit low on helping hands" Shapiro responds with finger guns. "so guess who's today's newest member of the prom committee!"
"yea, no. I'm not joining some stupid after school club. clubs are for dorks, losers, and ugly people" Ethan responds grabbing his backpack out of the chair next to him to get up and leave.
"well actually it's a committee"
"even worse"
"Alrighty well I can see what the other options-" is all Mr Shapiro gets out before he is interrupted by your voice from the doorway.
"Oh- hey! Mr. Shapiro, did you find anyone to help with the prom posters? Eric said he'd help me out but then canceled cause he said he had to train with the assistant swim coach to quote make Michael Phelps my bitch end quote. Whatever that means, so I'm kinda flying solo here" You say, drawing Ethan's attention towards you as well.
hot damn. okay maybe after school activities are not only for ugly people. He thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen and definitely takes a mental note of your outfit that's hugging you in all the right places. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know your name and has no idea how he's never been informed of your existence prior to this moment. He's snapped back to reality by Mr. Shapiro responding to your question. "Ah- I'm sorry but Ethan is-"
"super excited to help decorate for prom" Ethan finds himself blurting out before Mr. Shapiro could finish his sentence.
"Oh- well that's great! Uh Ethan just report back by 6 so I can log your hours! I'm gonna get going, you kids have fun decorating. Go crickets!" Mr. Shapiro says, making his exit as you watch him almost skip down the hall.
"Sup, I'm Ethan" Your attention is brought back to the brown eyed curly haired boy who's suddenly standing in front of you (how the hell did he cross the room that fast, you wonder) with an outstretched hand. He never really shakes hands, he just wanted an excuse to touch you. He's cute, you note mentally. You accept the offer and shake his hand. "and you are?" he continues.
"I'm-" you pause noticing those not so innocent brown eyes are directed elsewhere, "acutely aware of the fact that you're staring at my boobs".
Ethan thinks his brain might've just short circuited cause he was definitely just caught red handed. He'd recently grown a lot more confident with girls since his summer growth spurt and subsequent glow up had dramatically increased the number of girls interested in him, but there was something about you and how you so deliberately called him out that had definitely thrown him off his game.
"Sorry- I uh- I was actually looking at your shirt. They're- It's nice" he wants to die he thinks.
You chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor. "Hmm. Yea, I know they are" you respond, turning on a heel and heading toward the auditorium.
"You comin or what?"
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For one person, you had made pretty okay progress in a week. The current task at hand was making posters to get people excited for the theme reveal. The ground was littered with several half finished or barely started posters.
"Can you draw?" You asked Ethan.
"I'm not much of an artist"
"Really? the graffiti on the side of the school says otherwise. Your handwriting definitely sucks though so I'll do that, but the art's good and if you can do it with a spray can, you can definitely do it with some paint and markers" your unsolicited review of his graffiti made him crack a smile. His latest act of defiance had been a giant snake comically eating a cricket accompanied with the words "get fucked" on the side of the school building.
"You can't prove that was me" he challenges.
"Maybe not, but Mr. Shapiro had mentioned that I might have a detention helper today thanks to Señora Diaz and I happened to notice the words 'stupid bitch' spray painted on her car containing the same weird ass t's as the graffiti on the side of the school and here you are, Ethan."
"Damn, you're good" he pauses realizing he can't throw your name back at you because he still doesn't know it.
"Y/n" you say quietly.
"Huh?"
"My name's y/n"
Pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought.
"Alright y/n. I'll draw as long as I don't have to to touch any glitter. that shit's impossible to get off"
"deal"
"and I don't write my t's weird"
"you write your t's like a crazy person"
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Time was pretty much flying by. Together you'd gotten nearly twenty posters done and were slowly finding out more information about each other. You were informed about some of Ethan's tattoos and how he'd actually drawn the designs for all of them himself. Not an artist, my ass, you thought. Ethan learned that he hadn't met you before because you'd previously been homeschooled and had all but begged your parents to be able to go to school with other kids for your senior year until they finally cracked and agreed to enroll you at Sherman Oaks.
"Ah I see, you're a total secret weirdo. That explains your freaky detective skills" he teases.
"I am not a secret weirdo. I just like criminal minds and puzzles"
"You were homeschooled. All homeschooled kids are a little weird"
"That's an unfair stereotype"
"Whatever you say, y/n"
"If anything you're the secret weirdo. or at least an undercover art nerd"
"I'm not an undercover art nerd"
"Yea you are. Something tells me this whole" you gestured largely to him sitting a couple feet away from you, "tortured angsty hot skater boy thing you've got going on is a pretty recent development" you comment absent-mindedly. You looked back up from your poster when he didn't respond to see him sitting there, arms crossed with a smug grin on his face.
"What?" you prodded.
"You totally just called me hot"
You're now very aware that he's a bit closer to you than he was before.
"mm don't think so"
"oh you definitely did"
"did not"
"did too"
"did not" that one came out much less confidently considering his hand had made its way to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. damn, he's good.
"whatever you say, y/n" he almost whispers. have his eyes been that sparkly this whole time? He's leaning in and you're definitely not backing away. You're maybe a centimeter away from his lips until the alarm blaring from your phone, which seemed like much better idea hours ago, sent you flying back from him and scared the shit out of both you.
"shit- I- god that scared me, I uh set an alarm for 6 so you'd remember to check in with Mr. Shapiro cause, ya know, I thought we'd both probably be busy. Um- busy making posters, i mean. Obviously I mean making posters cause we definitely wouldn't be busy doing anything else so-" you ramble.
The smug little smirk has made its way back onto Ethan's face as he is quite enjoying this role reversal from your first interaction of the day.
"shut up" you say to him.
"I didn't even say anything" he responded, hands in the air in surrender.
"I've gotta head home, but thanks for helping out even though you basically had to be here. If you ever find yourself in detention again this semester, feel free to help out. Hopefully the committee is more than just me by then" you say, starting to gather your belongings. Ethan secretly hopes it isn't, he likes the idea of hanging out with just you.
"I probably will find myself in detention again. It's kinda part of this whole tortured angsty hot skater boy thing I've got going on" he says throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
"not what I said" you still attempt to deny.
"sure it wasn't"
"bye ethan"
"bye y/n"
Yea, he'll definitely be finding himself in detention again.
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Read Part 2 here
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sp0o0kylights · 1 year
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“Oh god it’s covered in hearts.” Gareth says, staring horrified at the stage that’s been set up in the cafeteria. Grant and Jeff stand next to him, eyeing the abomination of glitter, paper, and tinsel that’s been shaped into pink and red hearts with a microphone standing proud in the middle.
Several of Hawkin’s jocks are standing to the side, talking amongst themselves, but worse is the crowd of students accumulating in front of the stage.
“You don’t think they’re gonna serenade us for Valentine's Day, do you?” Jeff asks in a similar tone of horror.
Grant makes a disgusted face at the very thought.
“It’s about time they gave me my own mic!” Eddie cackles, slamming his hands down on Gareth and Jeff’s shoulders for leverage, jumping up for a better look (Grant smartly ducked away before his friend can crawl all over him too), “I’ve only been going on about the capitalistic horrors of Valentine's Day since middle school!”
They groan in unison..
Eddie’s got a look on his face that says he’s about to vault up on stage and do this year's rant in style; Gareth will be damned if he lets Eddie get detention on a Hellfire campaign night.
“Eddie, no.” Gareth warns, as his best friend tries to worm his way past them.
“Eddie, yes.” He grins, bolting forward even as multiple hands reach out to yank him back.
“Whatever they’re doing we do not want to get in the middle!” Jeff hisses in his ear as Grant reaches for his middle (already once tricked by grabbing Eddie’s jacket, which he simply shrugged out of). Gareth does his part, holding firmly onto one of Eddie’s hands. Eddie bravely tries to stagger forward, despite the efforts of what looks like some kind of mutant tangle of human limbs.
“Come here microphone, my beloved!” He pants, comically reaching his arms out towards the stage, before Grant promptly stops fooling around and hefts him into the air.
“Nooo--the people need to hear me!” Eddie wails, thrashing.
Gareth rolls his eyes and spots three familiar faces in doing so. Freezes so abruptly that the arm he was holding onto slips out of his grip, allowing Eddie to deploy a tickle attack.
The result is Grant almost throwing him to the floor, with Jeff forced to let go or fall.
Free to cause chaos, Eddie throws his hands in the air, grinning widely.
“Is that…the freshman, up there?” Gareth asks before his best friend can crow victory.
“I’m sure there’s many freshmen up there, buddy.” Grant says with false sincerity as he regains his breath.
“No, not--I mean our freshmen! Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair!” He points, and sure enough, on the side of the crowd opposite the jocks, there stood Hellfire’s youngest with their heads put together.
“Now just what are they up to, I wonder?” Eddie ponders aloud, before shrugging his jacket back in place and strutting forward.
Trading uneasy looks with each other, his friends follow.
xXx
“The auction isn’t kicking off until 6 pm.” Henderson says, as he carefully counts the individual bills in his hand. “We know that besides the basketball team and the cheerleading team, they’ve got like, the Mayor involved, and the fire department, which means--”
“A lot of people are going to be there.” Mike interrupts, arms crossed over his arms. “That’s what it means, Dustin. What’s the point if every girl there is going to be bidding on him?”
“Were you even listening, Mike? I just said there’s a bunch of other people they’re auctioning off!”
Wheeler Jr. pulls a face that nearly makes Eddie laugh (and thus give up the fact he was slowly sneaking up on them) before the kid shoots back, “We have five dollars total Dustin. I don’t think that’s going to be enough.”
“Not to buy a whole person.” Eddie says, voice dropping to imitate the current big bad in their D&D campaign, “But five dollars is a fair price for a body part I’d say…”
He trails off with a cackle as the three freshmen startle away from him like spooked horses. “Now what--or who--are you buying?”
“They’re gonna explain it here in a minute,” Dustin says after he recovers, waving at the girls in front of the stage with a hand. “But there’s some big charity fundraiser happening tonight. Right now they’re voting one guy from the basketball team and one girl from the cheerleading squad to represent the school, but they’re auctioning off a bunch of people.” Dustin explains, holding up his fistful of dollars with a wild grin.
“If you’re the highest bidder, you get to spend the day with the person you bid on.” Lucas adds, because Dustin skipped right over that part. “Since it’s Valentine's Day themed, they’re referring to them as “winning a date”.
Well that explained all the giggling cheerleaders.
Eddie raises an eyebrow, “I’d ask if this is Sinclair’s bail money, but as my last two years remind me, it’s only for juniors and seniors. Not--” He playfully slings an arm around Lucas’s shoulders, “--for the darkside’s newest recruits.”
The uncomfortable look Lucas gives him is almost enough to make Eddie feel bad, but it’s not his fault Lucas was tempted by the evils of highschool sportsball. He figures the kid will come to his senses soon enough, and considering how awful the jocks are, it won’t be too long before Sinclair is 100% a Hellfire club member again.
“Which begs the question.” Eddie continues, slinging an arm over Mike’s shoulder as well. “What are you scheming? I’d ask if you’re buying me a date, but,'' He gives an over-dramatic sigh,” alas, no one can survive the charms of Eddie the Banished.”
“Charm is one word for it.” Jeff says, as the rest of Hellfire finally catches up. Gareth and Grant roll their eyes as Mike and Lucas chuckle weakly at Eddie’s exaggerated pout.
He drops his arms from his little lamb’s shoulders, taking a step back and looking around at the growing crowd.
“Hush Jeff. Let’s see if ol’ Eddie can guess who our brethren here have their eyes on. I wonder if…” He trails off, dragging out the last word as he does so before a bright, teasing smile lights up his face. “Aha! I see one Miss Cunningham. Are we bidding on her for Sir Gareth?”
A sputtering noise erupts behind him, as Eddie turns with glee to watch Gareth practically choke on soda he’d just taken a sip of, Grant thumping him on the back.
“Eddie.” Gareth hisses, and somehow it sounds like a warning even if his voice has a slight wheeze to it.
“What?” Eddie says, full of faux innocence. “We all know the lengths you’ve gone to get her attention recently.”
Gareth’s gone bright red, a testament to the fact that he’s been mooning over Chrissy Cunningham since the day she complimented one of his drawings.
His over-the-top moaning of how to woo her away from Jason is a prospect Eddie tolerates only because he himself has gone through great lengths to impress men that will never once look his way, let alone consider him as a romantic option.
(And also because Gareth, as Eddie’s best friend and confidant, was well aware of Eddie’s own crush on one Steve Harrington.
Apparently, Hellfire’s members were just cursed to fall for jocks.)
“They want to bet on Steve.” Mike says with an eye roll, apparently done with this entire charade.
For two seconds Eddie thinks that he’s somehow spoken the part about Steve aloud and that Mike is somehow echoing his deepest, innermost thoughts but is saved from panicking further by Dustin adding;
“We’re gonna make him play a campaign with us.”
The kid’s grin makes his eyes sparkle, which is completely at odds with the way Eddie’s stomach plummets.
“He played D&D with my sister, Eddie.” Lucas says, feigning a hurt look. “My kid sister, but not me?”
“Harrington played D&D?” Gareth’s voice implies he doesn’t believe it, and honestly? Had it not been for the freshmen, he wouldn’t have believed anything that was said about Harrington. He was on the verge of tears with laughter when they told him that the almighty King Steve was their chauffeur. They had to be lying about how often they hung out with Steve to begin with, right? Because there was just no way.
Except they weren’t. They really, really, weren’t.
It only took a handful of times of watching Steve pick them up from Hellfire, and then seeing the entire extended group (including Sinclair’s on-again-off-again girlfriend and Robin Buckley of all people) bouncing around Harrington like over excited puppies all over town.
The arcade. Downtown Hawkins. The local milkshake diner and the stupid movie theater.
Literally.
Everywhere.
“You guys are going to bid on Steve Harrington and make him play D&D.” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie doesn’t blame him for doing that either.
It’s the stupidest thing he’s heard all day, and he spent the last hour and a half listening to Mr. Rulf yawn on about parallelograms.
“Yeah! You guys wanna pitch in and help?”
“Absolutely not.” Eddie sneers. He can’t help himself--this is against everything he’s ever stood for.
Stupid thoughts of stupid Steve going on a stupid date with him, aside.
“Yeah guys, I think we’re gonna eat outside today. If you wanna listen to…whatever,” Jeff casts his eyes towards the cheerleader that’s bounding up the steps of the stage, ponytail bouncing, “ then go right ahead.”
“Oh we don’t need to listen to this.” Dustin dismisses the entire thing with a wave of his hand, making Mike roll his eyes again.
Somewhere in his campaign notes there’s a joke written about Wheeler Jr’s eyes getting stuck like that. Eddie hadn’t planned on bringing it out tonight, but a part of him really wants to.
Maybe if he can talk the freshman out of their idiotic idea, he’ll reward himself and do it tonight anyways.
….Or he could still steal that microphone.
xXx Steve xXx
Steve has no idea how he got talked into this.
Actually, that’s a lie, he knows how it started: a phone call, his mother, and a sudden way for her to be in the spotlight for her yearly fifteen minutes of Hawkins fame. He just can’t recall why he agreed to it.
“It's an opportunity, Steven." She says, heels clicking against the department store tile.
An embarrassment is what it was, but Steve knew better than to tell his mother that.
"You should be honored that Wendy--that’s the head chair of the charity board, you remember her don't you? She used to attend your piano recitals--she asked for you personally." His mother expertly plucked a shirt from the rack, holding it up to the light.
"Those were your parties mom, not my piano recitals." Steve reminds her as she holds the shirt out to him. He took it, adding it to the stack he had in his hands.
The parties were the exact same kind of shit this as this “Valentine's Day Fundraiser” a way for rich people to celebrate themselves by making others uncomfortable.
Only instead of being forced to play piano so his mothers friends could wine and dine with the famous Harrington's, he was being hauled up in front of the entire town (or whoever was attending this stupid event) and auctioned off as a “date” to the highest bidder.
(“It’s for one day, Steven, don’t be so dramatic. Why is your generation entirely incapable of taking a joke and having fun?” His mother had said, when he tried to tell her he wasn’t comfortable with the idea.
Of course there was no answer that would please her; soon enough, Steve found himself dragged about town as his mother played dress up.)
"You'll be standing alongside the Mayor, the fire department, even that idiot, Mary Marie--"
She stops for a moment, eyeing a jacket with a critical eye.
Just as quickly she dismisses it with a hum, prowling on to the next section.
"--the point is that there will be plenty of candidates for the children to pick from, but you’ll be the only hero up there."
That same critical eye turns on him, appraising him like he was no more than a horse in her stable, adding up imperfections and dividing amongst his best qualities.
(Despite a lifetime of training, it still takes everything in him not to squirm.)
"Not to mention a Harrington.” She purrs, taking a step closer to run a manicured hand down the front of his shirt, smoothing away a stray crease. “Women will be throwing money to win a day with you."
Steve has to fight not to outright shudder.
"Which means you have to look your best. Now stop whining, we’re almost done.”
Steve doubts that, but it doesn’t matter; he never had a choice to begin with.
xXx
Four hours, one shower, and several rounds of his mother’s nagging and meticulous styling, ,Steve finds himself back in Hawkin’s High, staring at the gym.
His mother had long swept past him, having spotted some high school friends and gone over to lord her lifestyle and general wealth over them.
For a fundraiser, the charity board in charge had spared no expense in dressing the gym up. Red, pink and white balloons decorated the doorways and a large stage hauled to one end.
Tables with thick, white table cloth are artfully arranged about the floor, caterers swiftly moving between them.
This is probably the fanciest this gym has ever looked, and Steve wants to be anywhere but inside it.
“Oh--Steve.” A gentle voice says next to him, and Steve turns his head in surprise to see Chrissy Cunningham look nervously up at him. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Me neither honestly.” He tells her, watching the way that makes the younger woman smile. “But I’ve been volun-told to be auctioned off. What about yourself?”
Chrissy runs her hands down her dress, a modest if not beautiful blue halter dress , wincing as she snags a nail on it. “The school held a vote at lunch about who would represent the school tonight. All of the varsity cheerleaders and basketball players were involved.”
“I see.” Steve says, keeping his voice gentle and playful. There had always been a part of Chrissy that had reminded him of El. Someone who needed kind words in their life. “You got voted as tonight’s sacrifice, huh?”
Chrissy laughs at that, hand flying to cover her mouth. “I guess you could say that.” She says, and seems surprised at herself for it.
“Did Jason get picked too?” Steve asks. It would make sense if he was, the guy was the basketball Captain after all.
Chrissy nods, then chews on her lip. “Yes but--he’s not happy about it,”
Steve snorts and tries to cover it with a cough. “None of us are.”
“It’s more that I’m being auctioned off.”
Chrissy must catch the look on his face because she rushes to add; “You know, like any boyfriend would be! I know it’s just supposed to be a fun silly thing and they’re not really dates but…” She trails off, voice growing quieter at the end. “He worries.”
The word “worry” sounds like it means something else entirely.
Steve feels for her.
“Hey, if Jason’s an ass about it, let me know.” Steve says after a moment of shared silence. “You don’t deserve to deal with him being a kid about this shit.”
Chrissy blinks up at him at that, hand almost to her mouth as though she’d subconsciously raised them up to chew on her nails. “Thanks Steve. That’s nice of you.” She whispers it, and Steve nods and smiles at her.
“There you two are!” A woman says, rushing over with a clipboard. “Steve Harrington and Chrissy Cunningham, right? We’re gathering all the dates behind those doors.” She turns and points to the opposite end of the gym. “If you both would follow me please?”
Steve motions for Chrissy to go first, and moves to follow her when a flash of curls crushed down by a blur of white, blue and electric yellow catches his eye.
He turns automatically, seeking it out and sure enough, ducking down the hall is Henderson, Sinclair hot on his heels.
A familiar mixture of emotions lights up Steve’s spine, and he knows immediately he won’t be able to rest until he figures out what the gremlins are up to--because their Hellfire Club was supposedly canceled today on grounds that Munson had stolen a microphone, or some other crap.
“I’m really sorry, I’ll join you in a second!” Steve calls, before darting down the hall, after them.
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li-binauje-artisse · 21 days
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The original ff7's vibes are different from rebirth/remake and it's not because they have more polygons
(Disclaimer : i like OG 10000x better) It's kind of a follow up of this post where i explain why rebirth/remake are not just "the OG ff7 but with additional content" and why there is value in playing OG even if you finished remake and rebirth, hey are actually different, but i notice i didn't really explain so... i will show it with pictures! I am going to focus on the "vibes" rather than the huge changes in the plots. First exemple : the fall of sector 7 It's a very important moment in ff7, of course they keep it in remake. But how is it different beside the high res? Here is the original one
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It's in low res but it's fine as i said it's not even about graphism. So what's up there? Listen. I mean, listen to the audio. First, there is no music. All you hear is the explosion, the creaking of the plate itself, and the screams of the victims. The only music you eventually hear is the... classical? music, when the camera smoothly transition from the carnage to Shinra senior's office, watching from above by his window. Cut to the shinra tower...well, towering, with oppressive noises on top of the classical music. Now, look at the video. Notice how at some point you get a shot from someone's appartment, from the window you can see the plate slowly (but surely) falling, while the person speaking in the TV program ends up panicking? Or the bit with Pres Shinra, how smooth the transition is? Now, what about the remake?
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Action music, all the time it least. They keep the "shinra is looking from above" bit but it's not the same, it's just a shot at some point. No smooth transition or change of music. Of course this is only my opinion but sometimes, no music is more efficient than epic music. Especially when what you are supposed to feel is cold horror. Which make me think that it's maybe not what they wanted you to feel in remake. in any case, that's a good exemple of what i mean by "the vibe is different". Other exemple : The shinra boat (from Junon to Costa del Sol) In the original, the point is to stay under cover and to endure it while it least. It's not supposed to be fun (though we laugh a little at Barret's and Red's disguises) and Tifa even express that this disguise (shinra military disguise) is making her uncomfortable on principle. The boat itself is grey, cold, mechanic.
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In rebirth, well...
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It's a vacation boat. You can do yoga and play cards. At this point no one cares about staying under cover, they cared for like five minutes in Junon and talked in person with RUFUS ?! Another one: the escape from Hojo's lab (in the shinra tower) In the original, you are thrown in detention. You fall asleep and then....? The door is open? You go outside to check what's up and what you find is the bloody corpse of a shinra employee. You go wake up your buddies and decide to explore a little. What do you see?
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Is that blood? Cue creepy music. Even the battle ground is bloody and the typical epic battle music does not interupt the creepy soundtrack. Soundratck aplty named "trails of blood". You follow them and they lead you to the impaled corpse of President Shinra, that's when you first learn of sephiroth. At this point you don't see him, not even when you find the dead Midgarzolom, he could be a ghost as far as you are concerned. In Remake, well, you're not thrown in jail, you get to Hojo's labirynth of a laboratory. And like, why not. But when you get out you see:
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Glowing jelly? Well, Jenova IS an alien, but compare the two pictures, the vibes are different. You don't even find the corpse of elder shinra, you find him alive and then you see Sephiroth, in front of your eyes, stabbing him. Same for the big snake in the marsh, you fight a bit with the Midgarzolm in rebirth and then Sephiroth comes and taunt Cloud and unleash his power at the snake. In front of you. And that's how that thing ended up impaled on a tree. If you only have spin offs and related games (like dissidia which i actually love) in mind when it comes to know Sephiroth it would not surprise you too much. He sure love to pester Cloud eh? But the first time you see the figure of Sephiroth in the OG is in Cloud's nibelheim incident retelling and in the shinra boat "in person" (that's debatable but you see what i mean). So far you only saw the corpses he left behind and...that was important. It would contribute to make him a ghostly menace that was always three steps ahead of you. And even when you meet him "in real time" for the first time, he does not even seem to recognize you. This, also, is important. It's only three exemple but honestly? It's barely scratching the surfece i'd say. Especially since i only spoke of ambiance (and a bit of plot with Sephiroth) ----------
I will end this post by saying that i am not trying to make you dislike rebirth/remake, i don't really care, have fun. In fact, when i say i dislike many part of remake/rebirth it's well, true, but that's not even the point. My point is to show that they are not, imo, a very efficient way to discover what made ff7 the game many people loved and love today. What made it "itself". I am aware that remake/rebirth are supposed to be sort of "alternate universe" and not basically the same thing with smooth, modern 3D. But when i say i like OG ff7 more, it's not just because of basic nostalgia (i am born shortly after ff7 was released on ps1 lol, even if i ended up playing it when i was a kid thanks to my dad) or because i am a polygon lover or because og ff7 is perfect (it's not). There is a damn good reason ff7 was so loved and is still loved today "despite the lego graphism". Remake/Rebirth are not supposed to be the same as OG (which i do find interesting in a way) but still, too often i feel like they still give us the same key points so hard to not compare the two. And that not even talking about rythm and all of the damn side quests... We keep saying that high res is not all there is to video games, it's time to apply that theory!
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literatigeek · 9 months
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macdennis + honesty
gentleness action prompts Send me a Ship + Word
honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes
No one was coming.
Why would they?
None of them had ever come after him before. They didn't try and stop him from going to North Dakota - either time. They didn't beg for him to come back when he insisted he was staying.
No one's ever come looking for Dennis.
Not when he was 8 when he would shout at Frank that he hated him and would go hide in the pantry until the cook found him hours later. Not when he was 14 and told everyone including Dee that he had after school detention in the library, despite detention never being in the library. Not when he was 19 and would call Mac and Charlie drunk from a house party he hadn't been invited just to tell them college sucked.
No one ever came to get Dennis.
They always just listened to him to stay away.
He could hear thunder in the distance but it wasn't enough to tempt him to move. He was going to die out here. His body would decay and he would become one with the beach. Maybe he'd turn into coral when the sea water took him. Then he'd finally be of use to the world.
Wind picked up blowing sand again him, and because Dennis could do nothing right the sensation made him open his eyes. The waves were picking up mere feet away from him, splashing sea water close enough to fill the spots along his cheeks not filled by the equally salty tears he had shed earlier.
With a deep breath and a groan he rolled over to lay on his back, bright blue eyes blinking into the dark gray skies above him. He should get up. He should get home. But he couldn't - the Range Rover was still locked up with the keys inside and his phone had died hours ago. His wallet was probably half way to Europe by now with the speed the waves were rolling at, and he had no other way to get home.
He just wanted to go home.
Beyond comprehension the thought forced another dry sob to wreck his body. He convulsed in the sand for want of release, but nothing came about except to spread the infuriating grit further under his nails.
Families, giving him a wide berth, had been regrouping and leaving around him for some time now. Another engine joining the fray was enough to pique his interest. Neither were the hurried footsteps coming from the boardwalk instead of to it. He was completely sure, completely steadfast in his belief that no one would come for him that he didn't even register his name being shouted against the wind.
Not until big, dumb combat boots scuff sand right into his face.
"Dennis! There you are!"
The figure above him blurred into focus. Hair cut too short in an attempt to be fashionable. Big, downturned brown eyes he'd know anywhere. A frown fighting against the relief of a dopey smile.
"Guys! He's over here!" Mac shouted, then looked back to Dennis, "We've been looking every where for ya, buddy."
Mac squats down over Dennis, seemingly unbothered by the man laying straight backed on the ground with a face half covered in sand. He starts to take care of the sand problem without being told, wiping away with his finger tips at it.
"How'd your day go? Did your phone die? I got worried when you never came back to the apartment. Charlie said you'd probably just ran off again, but I knew you wouldn't have let your phone run down like that." Mac went on, apparently fine to handle the entire conversation himself - he always did.
Slowly Dennis sat up on his own, moving his hands behind him to keep himself up. His brow stayed creased as he looked Mac up and down and then back up again. Silently trying to figure out if this was some last minute cosmic joke before he died or if he was actually here. How his roommate, and apparently the rest of the sum total of his friends, found him laying on the beach in New Jersey after 10 hours of separation and no indication of where he'd be was beyond Dennis.
He wanted to ask, but he already knew the answer.
Because I know you man.
The wind was blowing directly in his face. The sand was still itching at his cheek. And Mac was sitting on his knees beside him with the most intense look of concern Dennis had ever seen him wear. Deep in his gut he knew which of the three were causing his eyes to burn with tears he thought had dried out, but he would deny it with his dying breath.
"Oh..." Mac reached out, thumb brushing along Dennis' cheek against a traitorous tear. "Here, man." He broke the eye contact, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a travel pack of Kleenex, "Do you need a tissue?"
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oogaboogaspookyman · 3 months
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Dayum i had a Murder Drones dream bruh
I'll tell ya the clips i remember from it, if any
Soooo there's a point where N is inside a school and he's looking around for sumthin' idfk and he stumbles upon a little girl drone with white eyes and i think jet black hair?? And she's obviously a fun lover that doesn't wanna be here but she recognizes it's a necessity so she rolls with it and does her stuff as told– okay so apparently she's gotta finish some homework about animals, what they are and what they do, the sort, and she's like- talking a lot about her home and how her family has to pay for wifi or sumthin' etc etc and N just goes "oh is that homework? Do you have to describe animals? I can help!"
And then the girl drone (who i'm calling Leni) just goes "yeah it's homework, boring but i gotta do it- it's something about animals, what they do and all- i sortaaaaa didn't finish it because i was bored out of my mind..." And N just spots a Sonic figurine on a shelf somewhere and goes "hey, what if you talked about that guy over there?" He means the Sonic figurine on the shelf, "what does a hedgehog do? Does it like anything? You could describe a hedgehog, it's an animal!" And Leni is just. "Heh, thanks dude!" And my lordy the smile N gives it kills me oughhhh yes baby boy you did a help a girl with homework!!! Uzi is lucky to have you ough
Another clip! There's the typical big dumb creepy guy that puts kids in detention trope! Yeah he just scruffs one like a cat and tosses them onto a hook, hanged like cloth (NOT HURT THOUGH! ALIVE AND HEALTHY!) And they're just "hey dude what did i do?! Get me off this thing!!" And the big creepy guy just. Giggles at 'em as he walks away. Idfk what else happened after that- but it has to do with N???? Did he fuck up????? He's a good boy who did no wrong wtf he stopped killing a long time ago!!! The Uzi simp allegations are exaggerrated!!!!!! Leave him alone bitch!!!!!!!!
So apparently the detention drone is just like. Roaming around the school, and N is just staying out of it's sight at all times– keeping Leni safe from it too because they're buddies now and he's a good boy– and at some point taps his foot on the floor lightly to make a sound to test if it can hear and... It does not. It's big stupid AND probably deaf. Or they're just lucky idk lol
Also Cyn is there too. There's a moment after the whole detention drone shebang where Cyn pops up behind some doors and is accompanied by like- another girl drone with ponytails and black hair that is also Solver infected, and she's already gotten the eldritch claws for hands too so she's probably been infected before even like- Camp Fever, to give you an idea of the time frame, and Cyn is just. "You said "shit" now you're getting punished" and apparently getting taken out of the school is a punishment??? They're just. Grabbed and Cyn fuckin' flies away with them both, leaving them with the rest of the gæng in a like- place with two random drop pods like the ones from episode 1 and 3, and fun fact! V and Uzi are there! They're alive and well! And yes N hugs Uzi first thing, ig Leni gets to meet the rest of the bunch now lol.
Oh yeah there's also Tessa i guess lmfao idk what she's lookin' for now
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hi! I don't know if it's alright to you and if it has been asked already. but if you have time, can I ask for a part three about y/n's son that got a detention? thank you!
I honestly loved it, especially because of bonten's respect and care for their s/o. and maybe because I really want to see how someone can learn their lesson. thank you again! this is my first time doing this, you can reject it if you want! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧
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Sure dude and I'm glad you liked it! And we stan good husband's in this house.
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Nahoya Kawata.
Somehow him and (name) were best buddies, the two clicking instantly despite being polar opposites.
(Name) thought it was just a friendly visit to drop their son off before going on a trip for a few days, their son staying with nahoya Ran making the excuse of a second honeymoon.
"Ok,behave for uncle Nahoya!" (Name) said as his husband's led him back to the car, the family had just finished a catch up meal with the Kawatas and poor (sons name) had no clue what be was about to deal with for this week.
When the car drove off (sons name) felt a cold chill as he saw the Kawata twins stare him down.
(Sons name) tried to put a tough face and put dominant pharamones out but boy howdy.
Was that a mistake.
"Oh? You wanna try that shit?"
"Remember we can't hurt the brat" Souya said passively but nahoya was quick to interject "they said we can't 'drop kick him into the sun' nothing about what I'm about to do" and with that Nahoya smacked the back of (sons name)s head "that shit doesn't work here" and with that they went inside and (sons name) would learn what an Omega was capable of.
While (name) was getting pampered at a spa with his mates, their son was doing hard labor and dealing with an Omega who didn't put up with any of his bullshit and struck the fear of God into him.
"You call that cleaning the veggies?! Do it again!"
If he wanted to act like a big bad alpha, Nahoya would make him do the big bad alpha work.
Souya also was not easy on him, when the truck came with their deliveries the trio brought it in, no slacking.
(Sons name) was used to softer omegas like his mom, (name) never really needed to be tough when he had scary dog privileges but when he heard stories of his mamma when his dad's tried to first court him.
"He slapped papa Mikey?!"
"Oh yeah, he made them work for his affection" Souya said as they ate dinner, the three devouring the meal "it took your dad's four months to earn his affections then a year to actually get the mating mark"
"And then you came into the world"
(Sons name) also learned not to back talk Nahoya because he wasn't afraid to strike the fear of God into the pup "if I find out you said shit like that again I will show you why people fear me" his voice grave and cold, eyes actually opening to give him that warning.
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"Should we call them and check up ?" (Name) said as they were entering the hotel room, spending the day relaxing"shh they're fine baby, let alphas care for you yeah?" Mochi said as the alphas distracted him with sensual kisses and soft touches, they didn't have a lot of time with their mate so they were going to make the god damn most of it.
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(Sons name) spent the week at the Kawatas, the twins payed nicely and Nahoya had the pleasure of showing the kid what life as an Omega was like and use hard labor to show him that omegas weren't weak as shit and may or may not have shown the kid a video on Omega rights and a documentary about what omegas had to deal with and the struggles omegas have in basically any workplace "your mom used to work in an office and the shit he had to deal with because his work place was anti whistleblower... Your dad's almost burned the place to the ground"
"Sanzu actually tried"
He also saw how alphas who weren't regulars tried shit with nahoya and kind of felt angry on his behalf because he knew Nahoya was not some idiot and watched as they booted the fucker out.
It genuinely changed his perspective on it and he kind of felt bad on how he treated his mom, he really didn't deserve that from his kid.
When the break ended (sons name) was practically clinging to his mom with apologies, poor (name) was confused but hugged his pup back "I forgive you baby... did you have fun?"
"U-uh... Yeah I did"
"That's good Sweety"
"If you do that shit again we're sending you to military school" Sanzu said and ruffled his kids hair, the group driving back home, (name) showing the little treats he got their pup since he couldn't come with and (sons name) realized even when he did some fucked up shit to his mom he still thought about him and got him stuff.
"Thanks mama..."
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wrxsslin-hours · 3 months
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random high school au, headcanons
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Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels
a/n: The mind wanders when you're watching 90s wrestling clips and y2k highschool movies while drinking beer on christmas day
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» Contrary to popular belief, Shawn isn't as much of an idiot as people think. However, that doesn't stop him from playing dumb if it means getting his crush—Bret Hart, the student body president and local band geek—to be his tutor.
» The start of their relationship began on the wrong foot. Bret, the student body president, and Shawn, a degenerate—it's only natural. Shawn had once spat gum into Bret’s hair, and in return, Bret purposely misplaced Shawn’s belongings in areas where they shouldn’t be.
"'Hey, has anyone seen my magazine?' Shawn shouted, annoyed, as Bret attempted to cut off the strings of gum entangled with the strands of his hair. Bret knew full well he had flushed the magazine down the toilet during recess behind Shawn’s back, but he wasn’t going to tell the blonde that.
» Their blossoming love all started when Shawn was assigned a seat behind Bret for a history class. Shawn was too busy passing notes with Hunter one day, and in the middle of writing about how Hunter has a huge nose, Shawn was called to stand up and answer a question. The problem is that Shawn didn’t know the question, let alone the answer to it. This was it; it was over for him. He’s too young and hot to get detention! And when all hope was lost, a ray of light shined down upon him from the heavens. Shawn’s eyes saw Bret’s hands trying to sign a number. And in a sudden burst of confidence, Shawn said, 'One nine one seven.' 'You mean 1917?' '. . . Yes?' '. . . Sit down, Michaels.'
» The biggest sigh of relief escaped from Shawn’s lungs. Thank God for small miracles. When class ended, Shawn tapped Bret on the shoulder with his pencil and said his thanks before disappearing into the hall with Hunter and Chyna in tow.
» Bret didn’t get strawberry-scented gum stuck in his hair anymore, and Shawn found a new copy of his lost magazine in his backpack.
» Shawn found out about Bret’s tutoring gig from his younger brother Owen. Shawn overheard the younger Hart mention it in the cafeteria, and Shawn immediately plopped his ass between Owen and some kid named Koko B. Ware who always managed to sneak in his pet parrot past the school guards. Owen knows about Shawn’s crush on his brother, and he didn’t tell his brother anything about it in favor of watching how it unravels itself.
“Your brother is tutoring?” “Yeah.” “How can I sign up for that?” “You know it would be easier if you just talk to him, right?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Owen.”
» Hunter doesn’t understand what Shawn sees in Bret (“You got a thing for glasses, don’t you, Shawn?”) and Chyna could care less.
» After convincing Owen to have Bret agree to tutor him (which cost Shawn twenty bucks and a packet of gum), Shawn finally had the chance to spend more time with Bret—as if he couldn’t do that by just talking to the Hart instead of losing money and dignity during the process. But ah, the trials and tribulations of love.
» They spend an hour in the library every day after class. Shawn would be the first person there, fidgeting in his seat in the corner of the library, waiting for Bret and thinking of any suave pick-up lines to say (No, he doesn’t end up saying them). Bret would appear 2 minutes late, on the dot, every time. Bret’s got his hair in a ponytail just in case Shawn has plans of painting his hair with his gum again.
» Shawn made the foolproof plan of pushing up his stupidity so Bret can spend more time tutoring him.  Bret immediately knows Shawn’s faking his idiocy from the get-go. There’s no damn way Shawn doesn’t know the multiplication table. Shawn is not amused.
“You know you could just say that you want to hang out more, right? “I can? *Insert that one emoji with big shiny eyes*”
» They start spending time together after their tutor sessions. Become great buddies. Yay! Shawn’s too scared to confess his love because he doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with Bret. And he doesn’t know that Bret is also on the same boat. It’s ridiculous, quite frankly. They’re both messes and their friends are there to watch it all go down in real time.
» Shawn thinks if he learns to play an instrument, then Bret will like him more, and Bret strongly believes that if he dresses like Shawn more, then Shawn would find him attractive (“Trust me, Owen. I’m never wrong.” “Uh-huh.”) And that segues into Bret buying a leather jacket and Shawn failing to play the drums. It all accumulates into them confessing their feelings to each other at the same time one afternoon. They are both awfully embarrassed but thrilled afterward.
» Let this AU go in whichever direction you want. Brainrot is strong in this one, I fear.
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hrhqueenfox · 8 months
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Savanaclaw Masterlist Leona
🥀=Yandere
🩷=Girl reader
🩵=Boy reader
💛=Gender neutral reader
Leona
🥀Aggressive reader doesn’t return the feelings
🩷Reader gets detention
🩷🥀Reader hates being called herbivore
🥀Yandere Leona (Soulmate au)
💛Sleeping with Leona
💛Leona confessing to reader that he’s fake dating
🩷Reader hugs them without knowing she’s a girl
💛Reader that doesn’t communicate well through texting
🥀Reader with sheep horns who can see prophetic dreams
🩷Dorm leaders reaction to reader making an ahegao face
🩷Leona with his sister introducing him to her girlfriend (platonic)
💛Reader is naturally nocturnal
🥀Yandere Malleus married to Leona’s older twin sister (Platonic Yandere Leona)
💛Reader is bisexual
🥀Reader doesn’t care about being kidnapped
🥀🩷Yandere Malleus likes Leona’s older twin sister (Platonic Yandere Leona)
🩷Reader knits a cute sweatshirt for him
🩷🥀Leona’s older twin sister makes him feel loved (Platonic Yandere Leona)
💛Dorm Leaders when jealous
Dorm Leaders reaction to them being Otome characters
💛Dorm Leaders reaction to reader kissing them first
💛Short but strong reader
💛Reader with the tail and ears of a bunny
💛Reader eats food he dislikes in front of him
🩵🥀With a male reader
🩷Dorm Leaders walking in on reader changing
🩷Dorm Leaders get Valentine’s chocolate from reader
💛Reader doesn’t want a child
💛Dorm Leaders reaction to reader saying they want to marry them
💛Reader singing them to sleep
🩷Dorm Leaders see reader in a dress
💛Reader who loves to play with his ears
🩷Dorm Leaders find out reader is a girl
🩷Short but strong reader
🥀💛Reader is scared of them and buddies up for protection
💛Reader only sleeps 2-3 hours
💛Reader is stabbed by someone who hate reader’s boyfriend
💛 Reaction to reader writing NSFW
💛Sugar Daddy Leona Headcannons
💛🥀Reader asks to have sEx with them
🩷Leona slap Malleus younger sisters butt
🥀Reader is also a Yandere
🥀Tsundere reader
🥀Reader with a protective big sister
💛Leona with a guardian reader (Child Au)
🥀Reader is tired of their “affection” and k!lls themself (swearing and suicide warning)
🩷Reader that has people lusting over her
💛They find out reader is a naga
🥀Overblot Yandere Leona
💛Reader makes flirting jokes but they get easily flustered
🥀Love letter
🥀Reader hates him
🥀Yandere Leona Headcannons
🥀Reader has been kidnapped by their ex
💛Leona sleeping headcannons
This masterlist is for the lovey @married-to-google-translater 💕
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fictionadventurer · 1 year
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Actually the best trope is when a comedy series applies the structure of a serious genre to a ridiculous premise. Not a parody--the point isn't to make fun of the genre. And it's not about adding silly things to a serious premise the way something like Airplane! would. It's starting with a silly or low-stakes premise and then applying the tropes of a serious genre to make something hilariously absurd.
Things like Recess applying prison movie plots to an elementary school to make a story that hits all the same dramatic beats, except it's about being stuck in detention or about the kid trying to escape his past as a dodgeball gunslinger. Or that Fillmore show no one remembers that was straight-up a '70s cop show set in an elementary school where they investigated crimes like their lobster mascot being stolen before the big important bocce game. Or the Corner Gas episode where Hank and Oscar taking the town census is treated as a buddy cop film with Hank as the wild-card rookie who gets reamed out by his by-the-book partner for crazy stunts like counting the pregnant woman as one and a half people. Or (I presume on hearsay) like half of the episodes of Community. Taking the comedy seriously elevates the silliness and always cracks me up.
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enjennie · 2 years
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Everlasting Arms (L.JN)
I. The closet
Genre: school rivals to lovers, secret relationship au, highschool!au, fluff
Warnings: none for this first chapter!
Trouble comes with a name, by the way. He has jet black hair, a chiseled jawline and eyes shaped like crescents. Jeno Lee was trouble. And right now you find yourself squished against trouble in the closet of the science laboratory.
word count: 1k
a/n: i proudly present to you a result of my boring sunday afternoon. i wrote about 4 parts of this mini fic in a day, now that's impressive (for me). 2nd part will be posted soon! enjoy :>
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You don't know why you end up in such situations. No matter how hard you've tried to steer away from trouble, trouble comes barreling towards you. Trouble comes with a name, by the way. He has jet black hair, a chiseled jawline and eyes shaped like crescents. Jeno Lee was trouble.
And right now you find yourself squished against trouble in the closet of the science laboratory.
"What– what are you doing?" You scowl up at the boy who not too long ago had pushed you in here against your will. He was running from someone, and you happened to be in the science lab. He knew you were going to rat him out for hiding in here, so he had pushed you in as well to keep you as hostage until the janitor gave up on chasing him.
The science lab's closet isn't an ideal place to hide, it was dusty and not very spacious. With Jeno's big build, it made it very cramped. And with your loud mouth, you were bound to be found. He raises a finger against his mouth to tell you to zip it, practically begging for you to just for once, help him out.
Anyone would be a complete idiot not to piece together that you and Jeno weren't the best of buddies. He was a jock and you're the top student in your grade. But Jeno's also a great student, and could easily take that title from you which he likes to remind you every now and then when you see each other in classes and he scores the highest during a quiz with minimum effort.
Put simply, you have a strong dislike for the jock because he likes to spite you.
"Please, yn just this once, shut up," Jeno pleads in a hushed voice. You stare up at him, deeply offended. You've never even so dared to speak in his direction during lessons, being avoidant because frankly speaking if you were to talk to him, nothing good would come out of it. He is the one always coming to you, yet he wants you to shut up?
"I will not shut up, Lee Jeno! Don't tell me what to do and let me go this instant or I swear I'll kick this closet door down and have whoever it is you're hiding from bust your sorry ass," you protest, fists hitting his chest in a sad attempt to push him off of you.
Jeno hears the faint footsteps of the janitor come closer, no doubt your voice had been heard but to hell was he getting a detention and ruining his clean record. Not today, and not because of you. You'd find too much joy in it.
The footsteps stop right outside the door and Jeno watches as you open your mouth to speak once more. Before you can get any words out, Jeno places his lips on yours, successfully shutting you up when your body tenses up and your breath hitches in your throat.
The door to the science lab can be heard being opened, your eyes are blown wide open in pure shock at what was happening, too shocked to make a sound. Jeno wraps his big hands around your waist and pulls you even closer to him, how that was possible was beyond you. Your fists start to unfurl and were now resting on his shoulder, your eyes start fluttering close as well. A familiar colony of butterflies had been set free in your stomach.
The door is shut and he hears the footsteps growing weaker as whoever it was had started walking away. Only then does Jeno let you go, detaching your lips and looking down at you. You look back up at him, cheeks burning and breath taken away. You weren't scowling, or frowning like you usually did with him. Jeno found you pretty like this. He wishes he could see it more often.
"Maybe we should be in closets more often," Jeno teases.
"Shut up, Lee," you snapped, looking away from him. "Can I go now?"
Jeno thought for a while. Seeing you so flustered over a kiss and having you at his mercy in this closet, when else would he have the upper hand like this? This chance would never present itself to him again.
"On one condition," the jock utters. You peer up at him through your lashes in acknowledgement for him to continue. "Stop being mean to me. I like you, you know. Do you know how much it hurts when the girl you like is the only one that hates you in school?" Jeno confesses, shyly looking away from your gaze.
His heart was pounding and he wondered if you could feel it, from the way your hand had shifted from his shoulder to his chest. (Yes, you could).
Your mouth had parted in shock at what he'd just said. "But you– you love going against me," you tried to make sense of it. Lee Jeno had always been your rival, nobody else was on your level except him. He didn't need the top student title, he already has everything else. Best athlete, most popular and  handsome.
"I do that because it's the only way to get you to notice me," he says. Now you'd be damned if Jeno had done all of that just to get a reaction from you. The laughter bubbles up from your throat uncontrollably and the boy is dumbfounded, watching you snort and giggle.
"You didn't have to do all that to get me to notice you, idiot. I...like you as you are. You watch too many romcoms," you tell him. Yes, maybe his actions were influenced by the many movies he and his mother watched together. But even before he started being your number 1 competitor, Jeno felt like he never stood a chance with you. He felt like he wasn't your type. Hearing you say you like him made him happy beyond words.
"I like you better like this," you continue, patting his chest and pinching his cheek. "Maybe we should be in closets more often," you repeat his words.
Jeno chuckles, leaning in once more to capture your lips in another kiss.
Part 2
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Detention buddies (p1)
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He doesn’t even know you exist. At least that’s what you tell yourself. You hide behind your locker door as Colson turns away from his group of friends, a serious look on his face. Even if he wasn’t 6ft 4 he’d still stand out with bubblegum pink hair, excessive tattoos and handsome face. You’d been watching him for 2 years, now both in your senior year of high school.
You’d transferred from a private school when your parents split and your mum brought you back to her hometown, where there is only one high school, completely taking options out of the equation. You didn’t mind much because it wasn’t like you were the most popular girl at your last school and you weren’t here either so the adjustment wasn’t too hard. You have your small group of friends and to you, that’s all you’ve ever needed.
“You’re staring again,” your best friend Mandy whispers beside you.
“I don’t stare, I merely observe,” you mumble and turn your attention back to the contents of your locker. She’s snorts and you roll your eyes.
You pull out your supplies for English class and tell her you’ll catch up with her, during your free period, in the library. She waves a hand in your general direction and you take that as confirmation. You trudge begrudgingly to your English class.
You don’t hate English. It’s the only class that you and Colson share. The only thing that makes it a chore is that it’s also the class with the world’s dullest teacher. There’s nothing wrong with Mr Mueller as a person but god, you think he could find some way to spice up his lessons. According to your mum, he’s been there since she was a senior and his classes sucked the same then as they do now.
You find your seat in the second back row and fling your bag over the back. You pull out your worn copy of To Kill A Mockingbird and your notes from the assigned chapters you were required to read the night before. You didn’t really need to read them as you’d read the book more than a few times but you still always discovered a new layer each time you read it. Colson strolls passed you without even looking in your direction and takes his assigned seat behind you. You can tell he immediately pulls out his phone because you can hear his thumbs tapping on the screen.
“Ok, settle down people,” Mr Mueller calls from the front.
He’s a short, stocky man with a balding head and thin, round framed glasses. He’s always wearing the same brown tweed jacket and blue dress pants. He has a friendly face but he is always, always sweating. He begins roll call as your classmates find their seats. One of Mr Mueller’s big rules is assigned seating. He tried to have Colson sit at the front but given his height, no one could see over him so he had to place him at the back. You can still hear him typing away on his phone and occasionally chuckling to himself.
“Mr Baker, I’m pretending I don’t see that phone but if it doesn’t go away in the next 10 seconds, I’m confiscating it and you can retrieve it from the principal’s office after detention this afternoon,” Mr Mueller scolds as he scowls at the phone in Colson’s hands.
“Yeah well, what’s new?” Colson scoffs and you smirk slightly.
“Miss Y/L/N, I take it from that smirk on your face that you’ll be joining Mr Baker in detention?” Mr Mueller’s eyes zero in on you.
“You’re going to punish Y/N for obvious understanding of my quick wit? Seems a little harsh, even for you sir,” Colson defends you before you can even open your mouth.
You’d be thinking of some way to defend yourself if your mind wasn’t so focused on the fact that Colson knows your name. That means he knows who you are. How does he know who you are? Has sitting behind you for the last year had some sort of impact on him? Maybe you’re not as invisible as you think. You suddenly realise that everyone’s eyes are on you, waiting for some sort of response. You know that no matter what you say you’re getting detention so why not commit to the moment.
“I’m sorry sir but if you’re going to punish me for having a sense of humour, I can only assume that stems from a jealousy at your own humourless life,” you mutter, staring directly at him. You notice the way his jaw slightly flexes at your attitude.
“Well, senior year isn’t over for another 4 months so maybe 1 month of detention will prepare you two for the real world?” Mr Mueller grins and then turns his attention to lesson plan.
You shrug and slump back in your chair feeling stupid for trying to show off. A month’s worth of detention isn’t the worst punishment, it will give you time to complete homework and extra credit but you also know your mum will chew you out for getting in trouble. You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn to see Colson holding a note out to you, a small smile playing on his lips. You take the note and turn back around.
Guess this makes us detention buddies x
The note alone was enough to make your stomach flutter but the kiss at the end, well that sent you into overdrive. A whole month with Colson? Yeah detention won’t be so bad.
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youcouldmakealife · 1 year
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SOTM: Willy/Owen; Outlet
For the prompt: Even MORE “its complicated” from Willy and Owen
There’s something about Pyrrhic victories that make them feel so much worse than defeats. Maybe it’s because he’s alone in the feeling — when the Scouts lose, nobody in the locker room’s smiling. But right now? Right now they’re all laughing it up, slapping backs and shouting into each other’s faces, too caught up in their victory to see just how fucked they are in the long run.
Tate keeps his head down until he has to talk to the media, where they’re in a detente. He knows, they know, they want him to say it, and he isn’t going to. He says the safe things. One game at a time. Keeping his eye on the prize. They’re cliches, but, like all cliches, they come from a place of truth.
Once the media lets him off after failing to drag anything more committal out of him, Tate takes a short, lukewarm shower, just long enough to get the sweat off, biting back the urge to tell some of the guys in the showers that it’s for hygiene, not idle conversation. Nine times out of ten during the season, he’s the one chatting in the showers, and it’s bad enough being a buzzkill without adding hypocrisy to the mix.
Everyone’s smart enough to leave him alone, or just caught up in their own shit, oblivious. Knowing the guys, it’s probably more the second one, possibly with an extra dose of being shit-scared of ‘Playoff Willy’ but whatever.
“You know, Willy,” Shithead says, not smart or scared, and Tate’s tensing even before he says, “we won.”
“Shithead, buddy,” Money says from a safely distant spot, in a voice that Tate thinks is meant to be as much warning as invitation, and Shithead peels off before Tate can inform him that he is well aware that they won, Brandon, but at what fucking cost is that win when they’ve now lost the second half of their first fucking pair.
Everyone keeps a wide berth, thankfully. The obliviously cheerful chatter’s enough to get under his skin, and he jerks his clothes on, noticing how tight he is, and not just with tension. He considers asking Mac to work on his right hamstring, but Ferris is talking to him, and he’s favoring something right now. If he’s noticed, so have their opponents. Tate will come in before practice if it’s still bothering him.
There are a few players talking plans, but when Tate pays attention, it’s just grabbing a late dinner together, so he doesn’t interfere. It’s the young guns; if they did go straight home, they’d just end up ordering food anyway, and they’re more likely to eat according to their nutrition plans at a restaurant in front of teammates than if they’re getting shit delivered to eat without an audience. Peer pressure is good for these kinds of things.
“You good?” Money asks, and when Tate looks over at him, his face is solemn. He knows what they lost, if nobody else seems to.
“He’s one of the pieces, Money,” Tate says.
“Next man up, Playoff Willy,” Money says. “That’s all you can ask for.”
“Next man up,” Tate says, and hopes that’ll be enough, or, at the very least, that whoever they’re facing down the line will have pieces punched out of them too. A wounded opponent is desperate, and that’s dangerous, but not when you’re desperate too. Then it’s just a fair fight.
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Tate goes home, heats up a prepared meal, fighting the urge to read the postgame reactions — that’s the worst possible thing he could do, so of course it’s what he wants to do most. His kitchen isn’t big enough to pace properly, but his body, on autopilot, is doing its damnedest. He won’t be able to sleep if he’s still like this. While shovelling food into his mouth he considers who would be up, and free, and not insulted by a booty call. He’s not fit for strangers right now.
But then he starts calculating the timeline, slotting in how long it’ll take someone to respond, do the back and forth, them coming over, or for him to get to their place, the earliest he can politely go to sleep, the minimum amount of sleep he needs, how quickly he can get out of there in the morning, or get them out without seeming rude —
Tate shoves his phone away, frustrated, then pulls it right back to him less than a minute later. The last thing he wants right now is to be alone with his thoughts.
A text notification from Owen pops up as he does. Under a Congrats! Tate didn’t read — postgame congratulations add up, especially during the playoffs — Owen’s followed up with Apparently not congrats?
Or maybe half congrats?
I am getting very mixed messages from Joey.
Tate snorts. It was a mixed message kind of night.
I don’t know enough about hockey to insightfully comment but I assume that is not good.
That sucks and I’m sorry.
Unless it is good mixed messages in which case ignore me.
Actually either way ignore me.
Tate huffs out quiet breath. It’s kind of nice, actually, talking to someone who genuinely isn’t in the loop. If Owen doesn’t know something it’s because it’s not something he’s familiar with, not like he’s willfully ignoring unpleasant things, or like he should know better.
How are finals? Tate asks.
Sometimes I think undergrads are getting dumber by the year but it’s probably just me getting more cynical with time.
Tate was expecting a change of subject to distract him, not Owen being extremely relatable. Replace undergrads with rookies, and — well, actually, he would venture that the rookies are all more mature than Shithead, but he’s an outlier, Tate supposes.
Or you’re getting smarter.
Oh no definitely just more cynical.
Joey says you’re the smartest dude he knows.
I’m pretty sure at this point Joey says that about anyone who hasn’t set themselves on fire before.
I legitimately worry about his and Nick’s safety.
Tate laughs out loud this time.
Yeah me too. Don’t worry I keep an eye out for them.
That is genuinely a relief, thank you.
Tate twists his fork in between his fingers, starts to write.
Hey do you want
He deletes it.
What are you doi
Deletes it.
Are you up to
Delete.
He blows out a breath, brings his shit to the sink. Tells himself not to be selfish. That mantra of his, probably not one his sports therapist would approve of, and always hardest to follow right around now. Easiest, too. Everything for the team. But when the team isn’t involved, he’s at a loss.
Tate rinses his fork, his plate, loads them in the dishwasher. Checks his phone, but Owen hasn’t responded. Tate replies with You are very welcome, not expecting a response to that. A natural end to the conversation until one of them picks it up again. And that’s fine. That’s totally fine.
What are you up to right now?
Tate tries and fails to bite back a smile. Which is fine. It’s not like anyone can see him right now.
Absolutely nothing at all, he replies, and waits for Owen to save him from himself.
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Sometimes I forget there was a time in my life when Shawn Hunter didn’t exist. Back when all I had was loneliness, and friends who came and went. Sometimes I’ll lay in bed at night and recount the moment I met my best friend: as he showed me how to pick the locks of my playpen, or saved me from a llama enclosure when we were five. Sometimes I forget it really took me ten years to find him. OR A (very short) look at Cory and Shawn's friendship.
Most of the morning was normal. I met up with some of my buddies before class, mocked Mr. Feeny when he asked if we’d completed our homework for the day, and received the usual serving of detention with the same familiar words, “see you after school, Mr. Matthews.” Then I’d glare at my traitorous friends for not joining in on the mocking and just standing there while Feeny added an extra hour of school to my day. Blah, blah, blah. That was just how things went. How it always went. Nothing exciting. Ever.
Except on this particular morning we had a new student joining us. A new student who somehow was instantly flocked by the masses like he was some kind of magnet that attracted attention. Normally I wouldn’t care about this kind of thing. The popular were always best avoided unless you had something worth offering them to get in their good graces. Or a death wish. But the kid was showing something off in the center of the hall and everyone was gasping, quite a few people backing away in disgust.
I had to know what it was.
So I’d snuck to the fringe of the crowd, barely able to see the top of the new kid's hair—which I was instantly jealous of, despite it being matted and dripping wet. I heard a couple more gasps, squeezed myself in closer.
Standing in the middle of the group was a boy, my age, dressed in loose fitting jeans, and three layers of oversized shirts that plastered together from the rain. Water streamed off of him as if he’d walked from wherever his home was located to school, instead of driving—I honestly couldn’t guarantee that wasn’t the case. Already a puddle had formed around his feet.
I gasped.
A wet floor is a deadly floor, I thought, echoing one of Janitor Coles favorite lines. No wonder everyone here looked shocked. I was too.
Then I realized what the real source of everyone’s gaze was.
“Wow!” I took an involuntary step forward. Wrapped around the boy’s neck and right arm was a snake. A rather fat snake, with a rather long body. Sleek, solid black scales stretched across the creature's form, making it look dull, though they contained a subdued glint when the light caught them.
“What you aren’t scared?” The boy looked at me in the same shock everyone else directed at the snake.
Scared? I was mystified! I’d never seen one so big.
“You want to hold her?” The boy extended his arm as the snake slid further down it, reaching towards me.
I shook my head. I wasn’t that mystified.
“Where’d you get her?” I breathed.
“I found her on the side of the road on my way up here.” He grinned, flashing his smile around the group. “My folks stopped to rescue a little turtle before it became the next piece of roadkill, and I found this beauty just lurking on the sidelines.”
My mouth fell agape. Was it even legal to have this snake? I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
This was the coolest kid I’d ever met. And I didn’t even know his name yet.
Ao3 FFN
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love-me-purple · 8 months
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Hey! Could I request some pregame Kokichi and Kaito headcanons 👉👈 I haven't sent an ask before but I'd love seeing them, whether seperate or together (oumota <3)
PREGAME OUMOTA HEADCANONS!
CONTENT WARNING: Abuse/Child Neglect Warning, +Kaito smokes, also drinking mention
AUTHOR’S NOTE: First post from Mod Celestia! Yeah! I love oumota, so I hope you enjoy!! I did proof read but I might have missed some stuff so please let me know if I missed anything <3
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KOKICHI OUMA
Very quiet and timid
Often bullied by other high schoolers, usually for being smaller, shorter, weaker, and/or paler than the others
Considered to be the weird one the “odd one out” at the school
Abused by his Dad, mother died when he was at a at a young age
Skinny and Short from going days without eating and hiding in small spaces (like cabinets, lockers, shelves, under beds)
His dad drinks so he has shattered glass all in his room, that he often just hides or pushes under various rocks he has collected over the years
Plays with his hair when he’s stressed which gave it a partially curled shape
Scared of needles
Very good student with all A’s
Loves rocks
Loves classical music, although the only music he’s ever heard was through school
His favorite song is Der Flow-waltzer but he has no clue what it’s from
Doesn’t have a phone
KAITO MOMOTA
Mean striking appearance yet outgoing, easily aggravated
Can be the one to lose his temper and pick fights when people bother him too much
Known for be one to result to violence
Picked up a smoking habit from his Dad’s side of the family, (mother’s side drinks but he never got into that)
Has a few piercings
Could easily win a fight, has been sent to detention multiple times
Failing grades
Loves rocks
Also big on rock and roll
OUMOTA
They met when Kaito found Kokichi stuffed in a locked <3
Kaito always looks after him to make sure he’s not getting picked on
Threatens anyone who threatens his boyfriend
They are study buddies (Kokichi wants him to pass and stop treating school like it’s not important, but he’s only scared that Kaito will have to go through what he did. Kaito tries to study but it’s hard for him)
Kaito practically forces food down Kokichi’s throat (makes sure he’s eating)
They often go back home to Kaito’s house as they haven’t done anything about the situation with Kokichi’s father, but his father doesn’t care if he’s home or not which is why Kokichi is able to leave like this. It makes them sad he doesn’t care if he’s home but they take advantage of it to hang out. It just means his father won’t feed him, but Kaito makes sure Kokichi eats before he goes home.
Kokichi is a very sweet kid and Kaito tried to introduce him to the shows he likes and kept getting anxious and warning him it might scare him but Kokichi pulled out a whole entire ‘nother personality out his back pocket and started judging shows left and right with a full b!tch personality (Kaito was flabbergasted so when his boyfriend returned back to normal he swore to never let him watch his shows with him again)
They both enjoy paw patrol and blue’s clues
Rock throwing. Skipping rocks in water. Rock painting. Rocks.
Sometimes sneak out at midnight and go star gazing
Kaito loves making things for Kokichi, he’s hesitant with his actions and doesn’t really know how to show love so it’s either all or nothing, but Kokichi adores him none the less
Their first kiss was in a McDonald’s parking lot
Bet I can’t one up that? They made out in a walmart parking lot. Why? It was hot, and the inside of the car was burning, and Kaito took his shirt off because he was hot and Kokichi malfunctioned. And then they made out. Did I mention they kissed in a McDonald’s parking lot?
Okay that’s a lie their first kiss was the first time Kaito took Kokichi stargazing. Under the Stars.
But they still made out in the parking lot
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There you go!! Hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing!
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way2geeky · 1 year
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I care. Sam Wilson
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warnings - self-doubt, not caring wheth noer they live or die.
Sam Wilson x reader - fluff and angst
The building is crumbling down under Sam's and Y/n feet, they are going after an unknown assailant. That has been terrorizing Tokyo lately with bombs and robberies. They have been tasked with catching the assailant and bring him to the ice box. A high-end prison that all the big criminals go to serve their sentence. Sam is currently running throughout the building looking for his mission partner. He shouted her name to the top of his lungs waiting for a response nothing. The building shifts forward suddenly. He leaps out of a window, his wings spread out wide. He looks down at the Sevillians, they are all scattering he can hear their screams from there. 
He peers up and sees you fighting the assailant on the roof of the collapsing building. "Red wing go and watch Y/n alert me when something happens. I'll get the Sevillians out. He ran toward the local police recruiting them for help. Red wing flew to the roof watching as you fight the masked criminal. Y/n kicked him in their face cracking the mask, then she round kicked his stomach making him to stumble back. The assailant pulled out a spherical bomb. Confusion etched on her features. "Are you serious, if you throw that you're going to die dude." A broken cackle comes from the mask, "I'd rather go down with my work then in a cell." This actually made Y/n laugh. A genuine laugh. One that comes from a year of horror and being completely numb to death. That comes from someone that is completely fearless to being hurt. "Buddy, if you didn't want to go to jail then don't become a terrorist." "I'll see you in hell agent." The he detente the bomb and let it roll out of his hand to show he has given up. To show that the only way he was going to the ice box was in a casket. 
The beeping goes louder by the second, "Wilson where are you?" "Right under where you are why?" I dry laugh came from Y/n; Sam already knows that he is not going to like what he is about to hear. "What are you going to do?" Y/n started to run toward the edge of the building about to jump for her life. "You're going to have to catch me buddy." "What!!" Then with nothing else she leaped from the building. Her body folding with the wind. Her hair getting caught in the wind. The ground coming toward her fast. Then suddenly a jerk took her away from the ground, and away from the building. 
Strong arms held on to her tight They landed on the building safely. When they did Wilson was quick to let her go and walk away. He was annoyed, no not annoyed he was angry, He almost didn't get his mission partner. He barely heard her coms because of the wind. She laid on the ground a huge grin on her face. Heart pounding. That is what she enjoys though, a near death experience to make her feel alive. "Gotta be honest, I did not think I was going to make it for a sec. Thank God I have you right?" He doesn't replay, he doesn't even look her direction he just looks at the view. Hands on his head, every worry from the mission washes over him, and she is oblivious. 
She rolls over on her stomach looking at the winged avenger. "Hey, you, ok?" I long deep sigh erupts form him as he looks down. "No." Y/n gets up and stands on the edge of the building, walking toward him. So easily as if she was walking on air. That was the thing about Y/n she is careless, she loves a good joke. She does not care about her own life only others so jumping off of a collapsing building that is going to explode is no big deal. So why is Sam so upset, he is fine the Sevillians are fine. Traumatized but fine. "Sam, what's wrong?" He turns around quickly and looks at the girl as if she is insane. See Y/n might not care about her life, but Sam does he always have. He always thought that Y/n beautiful and worth the world. So, when she jumps of exploding collapsing buildings and nearly dies. He gets a little angry to say the least. Worst yet he almost didn't get her. He almost watched the person he loves die. All because of him. 
He looked at her brows are furrowed together, with a signature grin on her lips. Her soft hair blowing in the wind, the lighting was just right. She looked almost like an angel. For a second it had Sam captivated with the girl. This is not a new thing, she has him stopped in his tracks, often, she just didn't know it. She never knew it. "You almost died Y/n." He said in a low tone, "No, you got me." She said happily, "No, Y/n I didn't I just got to you, I almost didn't, I didn't know which side you were on, and you just jumped." 
She started to walk around the edge again not caring about the hundreds of feet she could fall, and this made Sam's heart stop. "That's ok Sam. No harm no foul." She slipped slightly and he grabbed her before she even realized what was happening. He brought her close. "Yes, harm Y/n lots of harm. Do you know what would happen if you were gone. What would happen with us. Our hearts would break, Bucky wouldn't even laugh anymore. Natasha would never talk again. Steve would be an ass, and I would be heartbroken. I wouldn't even get out of bed. I wouldn't even talk, everything would stop. So, stop and think about what you're doing Please. Please Y/n I'm begging you, because you might not care about your life, but I do. Please Y/n." His stern voice turned cracked and quiet. Tears swelled in his eyes. As he brought her close in a tight bear hug. Digging his head in the crook of her neck. Silent tears ran down his cheeks. 
She wrapped her arms around him awkwardly and slowly getting more comfortable. Her heart broke, she never wanted him to feel that way he is her best friend. He was the man she loved. He was one of the only people that she Deams worth a damn. She would die for him. More importantly she would live for him. "I'm sorry Sam, I'll work on it. I promise." She mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He pulled away looking deep into her eyes. Wrapping his arms around her waist. She wiped the tears off of his cheeks. "I love you Y/n." He quietly said leaning in and kissing her. Then suddenly the world stopped. There were no sirens, there was no birds, no people. Just Y/n and Sam together. 
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