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nanaminis · 2 months

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baby, it’s our love.

tldr: megumi has to put up with (idiot) you and idiot bf!yuuji while debating whether or not water is wet. oh and yuuji is madly in love w u <3

cw: none tbh, it’s just a buncha fluff. black coded!reader, btw.

a/n: happy yuuji!!! i luv bf!yuuji fluff bc hes just so cuter patooter and doesnt deserve the hell gege is putting him thru rn. trying out (kinda) fancy layout stuff, not quite sure if i got the hang of it yet lol :p anyway, i hope yall enjoy this lil drabble!

megumi might actually pop a blood vessel.

“for the last time, water isn’t wet.” he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “water makes other things wet, so it can’t make itself wet.”

“that’s stupid,” you say, chewing on a starburst, and there’s so much confidence in your voice that it makes megumi want to shake some sense into you. “water isn’t dry, so it gotta be wet.”

okay, well, you’re helpless.

“you do know that it can be neither, right?” he mutters before looking over at yuuji, who’s currently unwrapping a now and later. “please say you actually have common sense and agree with me.”

your boyfriend pops the piece of candy into his mouth and hums in thought. maybe, just maybe, yuuji has the extra braincell today...

but then, the other boy shakes his head, and megumi’s hopes are popped like a balloon. “nah. water definitely gotta be wet, ‘cause it isn’t dry.”

... there’s no way two people can be this dumb.

megumi drags a hand down his face. what happened to opposites attract?

you, on the other hand, press a kiss to yuuji’s cheek and smirk. “see! yuu gets it.” the tips of his ears burn hot, and even though it’s been a few weeks since the two of you have begun dating, he still can’t subdue the butterflies in his stomach.

“y-yeah...”

megumi kisses his teeth. “what? itadori’s grades are worse than yours.”

you scoff. “and? grades aren’t everything, fushiguro, you should know that. my boyfriend is super smart and amazing, so not too much on him.”

the dark-haired boy glances between the both of you, and, suddenly, he feels like sisyphus.

clearly, both of you are helpless.

“idiots,” megumi states, and gets out of his seat before pushing the chair in. you can practically feel the annoyance rolling off of him in waves as you watch him leaves.

“see ya later, fushiguro!” yuuji calls, his sentence punctuated by the door slamming shut.

it’s silent until he hears your poorly stifled snickering. yuuji’s eyes seem to have a mind of their own because they slide right over to meet yours, and before he can stop himself, he’s bursting into a fit of giggles right along with you.

and, woah, you’re gorgeous.

the whole water debate disappears into the back of his mind, and yuuji’s giggles trail off as he stares at you.

the corners of your eyes are crinkled, your full lips are curved upward into a grin that sends an arrow right into his heart, and your smile lines squish your cheeks. the fading sunlight catches on your curls, outlining you in an orange glow.

everyday yuuji thinks he’s lucky to have you, but moment like these? moments where you’re happy and content and alive? god, it just doubles down on that. he wants more of these moments, he wants them for life.

if he risks megumi’s irritation? he’ll do it.

if he has to face nobara’s wrath? he’ll do it.

if he has to fight sukuna a million times to see you smile, yuuji will do it.

you mean the world to him, and you don’t even know it.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk itadori #jjk yuuji #jjk yuji #jjk megumi #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #itadori x reader #yuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x black!reader #yuji itadori x black!reader #yuuji fluff #itadori fluff

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cvntrlseecvntrlvee · 2 months

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home is where the heart is

↠ pairing: wonwoo x reader ↠ genres: fluff ↠ word count: 900~ ↠ a/n: thinking abt bestfriend!wonwoo today 🥺 also ty to @hannieween who always reads all the little drabbles i type into her inbox, that’s how we ended up with this. she also helped write part of it, the an at the bottom will explicitly say which bits!! hope you guys like it uwu

bestfriend!wonwoo who keeps you company after your break up with your shitty ex boyfriend.

bestfriend!wonwoo who lets you lean on his shoulder while you guys watch the latest episode of bake off and you’re ugly crying with a tub of ur favourite ice cream.

how he tries to distract you the next day by inviting you to play mario party because some of the boys are over and he doesn't want you to wallow in your room by yourself.

the way, after the boys leave, he takes you into his arms while on the couch and letting you snuggle into the warmth of his chest as you sniffle a little. wonwoo smells like fresh laundry and he rubs a comforting hand up and down your back.

to you, wonwoo was home.

this is basically yours and wonwoo’s dynamic haha.

and he would never admit it out loud, but he honestly loves it. he loves as you ramble mindlessly, asking him pointless questions about nothing and everything at all. he remains quiet, but every now and then he’ll say is that so? setting you off on another tangent.

you laugh at your own jokes, which makes him laugh as well. it's the kind of laugh that makes his nose scrunch and makes him push the rim of his glasses up a bit.

and when ur away for the weekend, visiting ur parents, and wonu is home alone, the silence is deafening, and he misses you.

he misses you during breakfast, how you'd grumble about having to go to work and rant about the woes of capitalism and the five day work week.

he misses you when he's rewatching the previous episode of bake off on the cold couch alone, and how you'd be telling him about the history of shortbread and something about an alliance between scotland and france.

he misses you when he's out walking the dog after dinner and how you'd be talking his ear off about every little thing that happened to you that day, in chronological order.

wonwoo's life is quiet and greyscale when you're not there and he misses the colour of your laugh and your smile and the sound of your voice.

one night, he finally convinces you to go out to the movies with him. you've been feeling better lately, and you can't remember the last time you cried about your ex.

he buys you the biggest tub of popcorn, making sure the worker slathers it with extra extra butter (even though he knows its gonna give him a tummy ache later). and he watches you fondly as you try to choose between the buncha crunch or mike and ikes (his two favourites) before settling on both.

he also gets you a cola slushie, but your hands get cold from holding the cup, making you clasp them together between your thighs when you finally go to sit down, and he wishes, god how he wishes, he could just grab your hands to warm them up a bit.

you guys decide to see the latest action movie, a genre which you love, but sometimes you can't handle the blood and gore that comes with it. so when the bad guy's about to get sliced to hell, wonwoo quickly throws his hand up to cover your eyes.

you grab his hands to move it away because im a big girl, wonu, i can handle a little blood (except your pants are on fire and you absolutely cannot) but he knows this and does not budge.

and when the scene is finally over and he moves his hand away from your face, you're still holding on to it, not letting go

wonwoo sends you a look but you've got ur eyes glued to the movie, as if holding his hand is a normal occurance (it's not) and you're not freaking out like wonwoo currently is (you are, in fact, freaking the fuck out).

wonwoo settles back in his seat, loving the way your hands feel around his and laces his fingers with yours. you keep his hand in your lap, squeezing everytime sometimes stressful or surprising happens on screen and wonwoo rubs back and forth on the back of your hand when you do.

when the movies over, you still don't let go of his hand, and neither does he. not when you’re picking up ur bag to sling over your shoulder, not when he's picking up the empty food boxes to throw away, and not when you're walking home together in the cool of the night, as you rehash the movie ending, swinging your hands between you when you get a little too excited with your theories

you're both still unwilling to let go of each other's hands when you make it back to your shared apartment, as wonwoo keys in the door code, and it isn't until you're in the hallway, in front of your two bedroom doors, that you realise neither of you want to ever let go.

so you don't.

you let wonwoo hold onto you tightly while you tell him you had a lot of fun tonight and he replies saying he always has fun when he's with you. and you get on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, both of your cheeks warming up.

and it isn't until then that wonwoo let's go of your hand, choosing to instead grab your face with both of his and leaning down to kiss you sweetly

wonwoo tastes like a mix of movie theater butter, fruity candy and salted chocolate.

and best of all, wonwoo tastes like home.

a/n: this is my first time writing something in this sort of format! let me know what you think!! also the first part aboutt he rambling and the bit aboutt he cola slushie are courtesy of v, she's really fab and you all should go read her writing 👀👀👀

here are some lil extra bits that i didn't put into the drabble but i still think are cute to think abt hehe

gif 1 by @jeonsupershy // this wonu when he finally gets the girl he's loved all his life

gif 2 by @meowonhao-main // this wonu when you shyly nod yes to wonu asking you out to a real dinner date

this wonu (yes, im obsessed w this photo leave me alone) when you climb into his lap to snuggle after a really shitty day at work

this wonu when you whine that his kisses are too sweet and you want him to kiss you like a man

this wonu when he's about to ask you to marry him and legally be stuck w his loser gamer ass for the rest of ur life

u when u say yes because he's YOUR loser gamer ass and u love him so SO much 🥺🥺🥺

#seventeen fic #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #writing #mine #title: home is where the heart is #author: cvntrlseecvntrlvee #band: svt #member: wonwoo

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good-chimes · 1 year

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THE H.T.G.Y. FILES

Project team notes: Vat growth stage has been successful. Please note project is titled Human Tactical Ground-unit Y (H.T.G.Y.) and this is the only designation that should be used. Lab technicians who continue to use slang term hotguy will be written up.

Senior researcher CUB-135 has been called in to consult. Please give him access to all non-sensitive files.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Well, hello there!

CUB-135: Hi. How’s it, uh. How’s it going?

HTGY: How’s it going? Huh, that’s the first time someone’s asked me that. Wait a minute. I know that one. How’s it going. Oh, oh, I got it. It’s going great!

CUB-135: …Cool.

HTGY: Yeah. Yeah. Isn’t it great to be alive and awake? How’s it treating you?

CUB-135: It’s magnificent.

HTGY: [laughing] Magnificent. Oh, I like that. Who are you, my friend?

CUB-135: I’m a consultant. Cub-one-three-five. The project team dragged me in because I wrote the genome.

HTGY: Consultant…. So you’re the one who does their thinking for them, huh?

CUB-135: [surprised laugh] Yeah.

HTGY: Well, I’m telling you, they need it. Buncha people prodding me to see if I can stand up! You can just ask that, can’t you? A man’s gotta have space, Cub. A man’s gotta do things under his own steam.

CUB-135: Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

HTGY: [conspiratorial] Here’s a question. Got a lot of things in my head, Cub. The ol’ memory’s all messed up. I’m new, right?

CUB-135: You’re new. That’s right.

HTGY: I thought so! How new?

CUB-135: Uhh… three days? Three days and two hours.

HTGY: Thank you! Finally. Can’t get a straight answer out of anyone here.

CUB-135: …you want your genome notes?

HTGY: Boy, do I! What’s a genome?

CUB-135: Uh. Okay. Let’s see what we can do. I need some files. A lotta files.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Oh, we have to stop.

CUB-135: Yeah?

HTGY: That noise means I gotta be somewhere.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Just more prodding and check-ups, I guess. Can’t take long. Come back, okay? I'll be here, at least I guess I'll be here. I've been here all the time so far. Tomorrow?

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Alright. Tomorrow.

DEATH COUNT: 1

Project team notes: First trial (subject vs two skeletons obtained from Lab 2E spawner) did not meet expectations. Subject (H.T.G.Y.) is slow to grasp the basics of hand-to-hand combat despite neural implants. Speed below benchmark. Precision poor. Regeneration not fast enough to alter outcome of combat.

Although a disappointing start to the project, there are promising leads in some areas. Combat abilities expected to improve through repetition. Deficiencies in combat conversely allow better collection of regeneration data.

Subject observation: when returned to room, subject spent six hours seated and unmoving. Scheduling next test for tomorrow.

[CUB-135 OBSERVATIONS]

note to self, find a way to phrase: ‘he was a project for faster injury regeneration, you fucking amateurs, nothing in that genome makes him magically good at fighting’ in a way that doesn’t include the phrase ‘you fucking amateurs’. difficult problem.

going back in. this one will be less fun.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, it’s Mister Does-The-Thinking! Cub, hey, Cub!

CUB-135: Hey.

HTGY: You’re looking serious today. What’s up?

CUB-135: I’m good. I’m good.

HTGY: That’s what I like to hear. Can’t have the big-brain guy down in the dumps.

CUB-135: How was yesterday?

HTGY: Ohhh. Yesterday, Cub, yesterday. I don’t think I’m that good at fighting. There were a lot of very unhelpful skeletons, Cub. A lot of them! Really mean! I think it’s going to be regular. I am not looking forward to that.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Any chance you can make it, y’know. Fewer monsters? They hurt.

CUB-135: Sorry, man. I don’t set the tests.

HTGY: Naw, I didn’t think so. You don’t look like a guy in charge.

CUB-135: Is that right?

HTGY: You’re just, you know [hand gesture] … laid back. I like that about you.

CUB-135: Uh.

HTGY: So. Cub. Cub, Cub, Cub.

CUB-135: …yeah?

HTGY: I’ve got this thing in my head. The sky.

CUB-135: The sky? Like… all of it?

HTGY: I dunno! You people put some pictures in my memories when you made me, I think. Horizons, clouds—I know they’re made of water, but how does that work? I saw a bit during the fight and it was kind of grey? Talk me through clouds, Cub. You’re good at explaining. And the rest of it! Where does it stop? What’s above it?

CUB-135: Oh, dude. Let me tell you… let me tell you about space.

To: +Team_Members_HTGY_Project

From: CUB-135

Y’all,

I looked at your trial notes. Project lead asked for my thoughts. My thoughts:

- inefficient; - could get the same regeneration data from tissue samples; - waste of skeletons.

You want to find another way. The combat unit thing was doomed from the start. If you want a supersoldier you should start over with a ravager.

have a real one,

Cub

Project team notes: One-month project milestone. Consultancy from CUB-135 has started to be more of a problem than an asset. Unfortunately he is the only one who understands how to process the regeneration data so assistance remains necessary for now. Upskilling of team analysts in progress.

Test continue. H.T.G.Y. has been given a variety of weapons and results range from abysmal (sword) to mediocre (bow). Subject has so far lost to every creature put in front of him. If the combat goals of this project are to be met, a better training regime will be needed.

On a separate note: great interest from sponsors in mid-combat regeneration data. A variety of tests has been requested.

New data storage links: EXPLOSION (creeper) – File CR93; FIRE BURN (wood) – File FR02; FIRE BURN (other) – File FR03; BLOOD LOSS – File IN20; VENOM – File VM07, UNCATEGORIZED – UN45-UN51.

DEATH COUNT: 23

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: You know what the problem is?

CUB-135: I can guess?

HTGY: I’m so bored.

CUB-135: Okay. Didn’t see that coming.

HTGY: I’m so bored. Honestly, I’m bored most of the time. Except when I’m getting killed, which isn’t great either. Or when you’re here—you know I appreciate you, Cub, you’re a great guy, don’t get me wrong. But you’re only around every couple of days, and it’s the bits in between.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Can’t you clone yourself, or something, and leave one here?

CUB-135: Nah, outside my specialism. Hm. You talked to Mumbo much? Mumbo’s always around.

HTGY: The lab system?

[null]: Hello. Can I answer a query?

HTGY: Oh, hi, Mumbo. Yeah, I’ve talked to Mumbo. But let’s be honest, he’s not much of one to start conversations. I can never think of things to ask.

[null]: What I can communicate to subjects on this level has been restricted by administrators.

HTGY: See?

CUB-135: Get him to show you… I dunno. Cat videos. Space stuff. Forests. They won’t have locked that down.

HTGY: Forests. Yeah! Okay. Mumbo?

[null]: I’m allowed to show pictures of forests. How’s this?

HTGY: Look at that. So green. So many trees! How close is that picture from here?

CUB-135: Kinda nearby, I think. Looks like a research shot from where they caught the spiders. Lots of the wild subjects in here came from close by.

HTGY: Amazing. Hey, Cub, can you get them to take me to a forest? Tree training! Beat the spiders in their own home!

CUB-135: Why not? I’ll ask.

HTGY: They’ll say no. But it’s good to think of it out there.

Project team notes: Six-month project milestone. Useful data continues to accumulate. HTGY has improved with bow and crossbow, and survival rate has risen to one in ten encounters.

Unfortunately, a new issue has arisen in subject cooperation. Most tests are set up to incentivize survival, making attitude irrelevant. However non-lethal tests require participation, which has previously been forthcoming from the subject, until yesterday when he refused to participate at all.

CUB-135 seems to have a rapport. Suggest he talks with subject to encourage better attitude. This would be the first useful thing CUB-135 has done in weeks.

DEATH COUNT: 97

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. What’s up.

HTGY: Oh. Hey.

CUB-135: Not feeling it today?

HTGY: I knew it. I know why you’re here. I know why they sent you to talk to me.

CUB-135: Try me.

HTGY: It was a cat, Cub. I’ll take the fights. I’ll take the training machines, they break half the time anyway. I’ll take the spiders and the skeletons and the creepers and the fact I know way too much about what my bones look like. But I’m not shooting a cat! I don’t care if it’s safe target practice. I’m not doing it!

CUB-135: Yeah. Okay.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: So what do you wanna talk about today?

HTGY: You’re not gonna try and convince me?

CUB-135: Naw.

HTGY: Cub, I’m not shooting anything that’s not trying to kill me.

CUB-135: Yeah, I know.

HTGY: You know?

CUB-135: I read your test notes. I can guess.

HTGY: Aw, you read my test notes? You care! Don’t pretend you don’t, I can see through it.

CUB-135: What can I say. You’re an interesting guy.

HTGY: I knew it! Oh, hey, Cub, you know what? I came up with a new name for myself. What do you think—[dramatic hand gesture]—Scar.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Cool, right?

CUB-135: Scar. Yeah. It’s cool.

Project team notes: CUB-135 entirely unhelpful. Schedule escalation meeting with bioprojects lead.

[message log start]

Lead (bioprojects): Well, you got what you originally wanted. You’re off the HTGY project.

cub-135: wait, what?

Lead (bioprojects): You’re no longer permitted in the labs on that level. I need you to turn in your badge for reprogramming.

cub-135: oh man

cub-135: here’s the thing

cub-135: i lost it

Lead (bioprojects): You lost your BADGE?

cub-135: yeah i’ve just been following people through the access doors

Lead (bioprojects): That’s against all policy. I don’t think that’s even possible. How do you get lunch?

cub-135: cheat code on the cash register. up up down down A B.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re not funny. Find your badge and turn it in to get your HTGY level access revoked.

cub-135: oh yeah. i’ll get to that.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re lucky you’re good at your job.

cub-135: just trying my best here, man

Lead (bioprojects): No interference. If the team complain to me about you again, you’re getting demoted to junior lab tech. Leave the project alone.

cub-135: sure boss.

cub-135: you got it.

[Lead(bioprojects) has disconnected]

Project Team Notes: Eight-month project milestone. Sponsors pleased with regeneration data. Two papers have been published to modest but positive reception.

After period of progress with HTGY’s survival rates in combat, improvement has levelled off. Subject appears to have less energy for reasons that are unclear. Random observational checks found subject watching cat videos at all hours of the day. Changes in diet and test structure have been tested to no effect. Rest time has been experimentally increased.

DEATH COUNT: 167

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, Cub! Long time no see!

Cub: Yeah, sorry, man. Some admin bullshit.

HTGY: Your badge looks different.

Cub: Made it myself. How’s the tests?

HTGY: Oh, let’s not talk about those. You know what, I actually decided I’m not going to remember something if it’s not worth it. All the fights are the same and they keep doing them. So! I’ve been thinking. Cub. Cub. I want a cat. Can I get a cat?

Cub: …

HTGY: Just a little one. I’ve seen some options. Mumbo has pictures.

Cub: Dunno, dude. I can try. Might be tricky.

HTGY: [sigh] I guess you’re right. It…wouldn’t be happy, would it? Yeah. We can’t have that.

CUB: Sorry.

HTGY: No, no, it’s all right. I don’t want to make something unhappy. It was just a thought.

CUB-135: What’s on the screen?

HTGY: [brightens up] Oh, this? Dude, I wanted to show you this! Mumbo has this drawing program where you can build houses. This is my idea for a forest house. I think you could do it with three kinds of wood and you could have, you know, all these trees over it. What do you think? I mean, I know we’ll never see a forest. But imagine it in your mind.

CUB: … You know what, my friend, you’re really something.

HTGY: Why thank you. You could say the same of yourself—come on, Cub, don’t be shy. Take the compliment!

CUB-135: I don’t—

[silence]

HTGY: Don’t what?

CUB-135: [abruptly] I dunno how much more I can take.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: I—what am I even doing? What are we doing? There’s nothing to change. There’s no way to change anything.

HTGY: … You could get me a cat.

CUB-135: I can’t! I can barely get around the access readers! I can’t even get into the project files! Ten years of research and I feel dumb, Scar, I could solve everything until I couldn’t. What would you do if you weren’t in here? Man, that’s such a stupid question. I don’t even know what I’d do if I wasn’t in here. My references are gonna be shot. Maybe I should have paid attention to something else, maybe I should have done anything else—

HTGY: I’d like to see some forests.

CUB-135: Huh?

HTGY: You said ‘what would I do’. I’d go and see some forests.

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Forests, huh.

HTGY: Anyway, that’s not going to happen, so I guess we don’t want to waste time on it! They need you here. And you guys need me here. Right?

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Right, Cub-one-three-five?

CUB-135: Y’know something, Scar? Sometimes I think you do more thinking more than you let on.

HTGY: Huh? Naw. Why’s your badge gone red?

CUB-135: Oh shit. Shit. I gotta go.

[message log start]

cub-135: listen boss

cub-135: first you bump me off the HTGY project, and now i’ve just had my name taken off the ravager patent. that’s my own work.

cub-135: this keeps happening. it’s not okay.

Lead (bioprojects) : CUB-135, for the last time, this was what you signed up for. It’s the same for all researchers. You have to put the time in while you move up the ladder.

Lead (bioprojects): Have you just noticed this is how the whole laboratory works?

cub-135: oh

cub-135: i’m noticing

cub-135: i’m noticing lots of things about this place

Lead (bioprojects): Good. If you have an issue, focus on your work and get promoted.

cub-135: yeah, see, actually

cub-135: if nothing changes, i’m going to leave. and i’ll take all my intellectual property with me.

Lead (bioprojects): Hah! Check your employment papers; you’re on a 10-year contract. It’s watertight. And even if you could get out of it, you’re banned from taking paper or data chips out of lab grounds.

cub-135: yeah?

cub-135: okay.

[cub-135 has disconnected]

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. Scar. Scar.

HTGY: Cub! What’s with the doohickey? It—oh, wow. That just zapped the light. Amazing.

CUB-135: Mumbo, lock transcript.

[null]: Transcript locked.

CUB-135: Okay. So. I made this thing to hijack the redstone gate down by the Drowned spawners on Lab 3B. It screws up the signal so you can get through. There’s a reservoir behind it. I put in a bubble elevator that will take you up outside the walls. I’ve got to stay behind to take out the cameras while you do it. Then I’ll get out with the evening shift.

HTGY: Wait, so I just take this and run? What if they find out about you?

CUB-135: If you do that I’m screwed, man. So don’t tell them.

HTGY: Yeah?

CUB-135: …Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. You could turn me in.

[silence]

CUB-135: Maybe you should. Yeah, all right. I guess, just—oh.

HTGY: Relax! Anyone would think you’d never had a hug.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: My friend. My friend, we are going to see some forests.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: The speed! The precision!

CUB-135: Whew. Man. You did nearly drown.

HTGY: What’s important here is that I didn’t, because I am an elite escape artist. And you got out too, so I guess we can share the title.

CUB-135: We’re not far enough to say that yet. I’d bet we’re still in range of the lab systems.

HTGY: Details, details.

CUB-135: You’re bleeding.

HTGY: Oh man, I know, that was from the last test. It doesn’t matter.

CUB-135: Give me that.

HTGY: Fussy! What are you, a grandpa? Ow.

CUB-135: If you don’t stop and let me fix it you’re going to lose that finger. And I can’t grow it again when we don’t have the redstone vats.

HTGY: You were never this fussy before.

CUB-135: Yeah, well. Who even did it?

HTGY: I don’t…

[silence]

HTGY: Huh. Cub, you know what, I don’t…remember.

HTGY: Hey, though. Who everything filed and stored like a nerd? Who needs all their memories where we’re going? We’re getting out! Onwards!

[silence]

HTGY: Cub. Cub.

HTGY: Don’t look like that.

HTGY: It wasn’t your fault.

[silence]

CUB-135: Scar, I dunno what I’m doing.

HTGY: I’ve never known what I’m doing.

CUB-135: [laughs] You are…something, my friend. You are something.

HTGY: We don’t know what we're doing. And that’s amazing. Because aren’t you excited to find out?

Author's note: Hey, thanks for reading to the end! There's a better formatted version of this on Ao3 under username glossyblue. I've got a lot of this au but thought this stood alone well enough that someone might enjoy it. Hope you enjoyed, have a great day.

#convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #lab escape au #fic #glossywrites

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britishassistant · 6 months

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Bc I love badass yuu moments

I can only imagine if Villain!yuu got one of those.

Like, some other supervillain is trying to take their Territory and it would be a job to the league to take care off, but Crowley put them in charge just to prove something but THEN

This new villain kidnaps one of the first years or yuuken and Yuu goes full on super-badass-villain mode, noone tortures theirs, maybe, sorta, kinda, only friends!

Without any super powers Yuu banes the other villain like the goddam badass they can be and the boys are just .... "that was hot" "oh God I wish that was me"

Anonymous said: When things do go Villain!Yuu’s way, it helps cement that despite their pitfalls they ARE still Crowley’s chosen heir. A new gang try’s to edge into Yuu’s territory and start causing more devastating damage to the city? The next day news reports that old warehouse that the group was using blown to Timbuktu and all the gang members are now being treated for injuries that would have killed them outright if whatever caused the damage wasn’t so scarily precise. Those state officials that were swindling the water treatment plant? They can never work a job ever again with the shear amount of evidence of other crimes they’ve committed being leaked through their own social media accounts.

Thank you for the asks, dear anons!

“Well, aren’t you a sorry lot?”

Jack snarls, twisting in the ropes tying them all to the central pillar in the car park in such a way that the material digs in even harder into Ace’s stomach.

“Agh, quit, you ass-!” He’s barely able to gasp out alongside Deuce’s groan and Epel’s muttering of “Tight, tight, too tight!”

Ortho doesn’t say anything. Hasn’t since one of the guys who took them hit him with some kind of tazer-stick-thing.

The villain just chuckles, strolling around so he’s got a good view of Jack. “Really, when I heard the Supervisor was the Night Raven’s heir, I expected some panache, some machismo from the trusted minions they left guarding their lair. Not…this.”

Epel lets out a wordless growl of rage.

Ace is very aware of the pizza sauce stain on his pants, the beer he spilled on his shirt giving off a wheaty smell.

But he’s never been very good at keeping his mouth shut.

“And I expected that the biggest guy here would actually get his hands dirty rather than hide behind a buncha meatheads,” He calls out. “But I guess we’re all getting disappointed today, huh?”

There’s a pause, and then the sharp click of dress shoes against the concrete.

“I don’t know if the minger here really has the room to criticize, does he boys?” The supervillain makes a show of looking around the hired muscle pretending to lounge about the room, waiting for their mandatory laughter and agreement. “Especially not after the gaffe he pulled.”

Ace glares as this asshole gives him a truly unpleasant smile.

“A-Ace?” Epel says, peering at the side of his face.

“Oh? You mean they don’t know?” The villain mock-gasps. “Well, listen up kiddos, because this is how your little buddy well and truly fucked you over.”

“You bastard—!” Deuce growls, riled up already.

“There he was, ready and poised to hit some button to seal us in or shoot us or unleash whatever toys the Supervisor has tidied away.” The villain boasts dramatically, “But, in the hour of your deepest need, what does our friend here do? Does he act to protect the lair, his comrades?”

Sebek is turning red in a way usually reserved for those who insult his “Malleus-sama”, glaring furiously between Ace and this guy.

“No! Instead, our ginger minger abandons his duty so he can shove some whiny tot into an air vent!” There’s a raucous chorus of laughter and jeering that sets Ace’s teeth on edge. “And then he let himself go down trying to keep you boys from grabbing her! I’d be moved to tears, if it wasn’t so hilarious!!”

He feels his jaw grind so hard it hurts.

“What sort of moron sacrifices himself so a brat could get away?” The villain looms over Ace. “Some friendly advice, newbie. The infant and her sippy cup aren’t going to save you.”

The gob of saliva that hits him in the eye stings.

“Better that than going around with a face like some kinda freakish overgrown rat.” He snarks, the smirk on his face almost a snarl. “Seriously, have you ever even looked in a mirror? Or wait, my bad, is this what you look like when you’re actually trying to look normal?”

The laughter cuts off.

It’s fast enough that Ace feels the ropes shift as the others look around.

Blinking to try and clear his vision, Ace glances up.

The villain’s face has gone a deep puce, blood veins bulging in his forehead, eyes, and neck, a fearsome grimace turning his expression truly bestial.

“Tazer!” He snarls.

“But boss—!”

“Tazer!!” The villain roars, spittle frothing at his lips.

Some muscle-bound chump scurries up with his tail between his legs, offering that black stick that took Ortho out so easily.

It whines as the villain jams it on, sparks crackling off the end.

“A rat, am I?” The villain mutters, advancing on Ace as he presses himself back against the pillar. “A rat?! You dare…I’ll show you. I’ll show you what a rat looks like, you miserable, squirming vermin!!”

Ace can’t help yelping as he sees the baton come down, eyes squeezed shut—!

There’s a shout and a…caw?

Ace cracks one eye open.

The villain is clutching his baton hand, dripping blood from deep gouges into the meat of his fingers.

Staring after a huge, familiar black bird that’s flying off with the baton in its talons.

“Di-Diavolo!” He hears Deuce call out.

He watches as Diavolo soars up into the rafters, and merges into the darkness above them. Darkness, he realizes with a start, that has somehow grown teeming with thousands of beady eyes and rustling feathers.

Black birds.

Hundreds upon hundreds of them, staring down at them from the walls and rafters with an intent that sends chills down Ace’s spine.

“Wh-what the hell?!” Yells one of the thugs.

“You know, Ace,” Comes a voice that could be called nonchalant if it wasn’t for the slight tremor in its words. “You can be really cool when you let yourself be.”

Ace can’t help the grin that curves across his face even as he want to break down. “Like you’re one to talk!! What the hell took ya so long?!”

Yuu gives a tiny smile, and huffs a small, wry laugh.

Then the expression drops from their face, and the Supervisor glares imperiously down at their enemies.

“And you.” The click of their high heels is as sharp as their tone. “You’ve got some nerve, attacking my lair, hurting my minions.”

The villain scoffs, attempting to slick his hair back as he turns to face them. “The Supervisor, I presume? I’m—”

“I don’t care.” The Supervisor cuts in. “You’ll be nobody once I hand you over to that detective waiting outside. Nice guy, even bothered by a small timer like you.”

“Small timer?!” The villain growls, sweat beading his brow. “How dare you?!”

Grim lets out a low, growling cackle from where he’s lounging across Yuu’s shoulders, looking menacing for once in his life. “Yeah, rat-face! A rodent like you better bow down before the great Grim-sama!”

The villain bulges in anger, tremors wracking his frame.

“Ge-GET THEM!!” He yells. “BRING ME THAT UPSTART’S HEAD!!”

The thugs advance on Yuu, brandishing pipes and knuckle dusters.

“Alright, guys.” The Supervisor rolls their neck as Grim rises to pounce. “Lab rules. This’ll get loud.”

At those words, Ace’s eyes automatically shut again and he turns to press his face into Sebek’s shoulder, as he feels Epel press against his.

There’s a cacophony of caws and the rattle of their dropped cargo. The blinding blasts of light and BOOMS of the charges detonating flash against his eyelids, feeling the foundations tremble under him.

He opens his eyes to see the goons on the floor, groaning in pain.

The villain is the last left standing, heaving in outrage before charging at the Supervisor with a reckless, infuriated scream.

Grim rears up and unleashes a torrent of fire in the bastard’s face.

As he stumbles away, scrabbling at the flames on his hair and clothes, the birds descend upon him in a flurry of sharp beaks and talons.

With a yell he swats out, attempting to drive off the flock. And some of them do retreat, descending on the thugs that were trying to get up.

Creating an opening for the Supervisor to drive the baton into the villain’s throat with ruthless efficiency.

There’s the whine of electricity and a high-pitched scream.

Ace watches as the bastard topples to the ground.

The breath rushes out of him.

“Human!” Sebek shouts, blowing out Ace’s eardrums. “Quit resting on your laurels! The robot needs medical attention, urgently!”

“R-right!” Yuu straightens, rushing over with a pair of bolt cutters, babbling as they saw at the ropes. “I-Idia’s waiting back at the lair to fix him up, we’ll go out the back so we can avoid the detective, and the heroes. Diavolo and company will make sure these jerks aren’t going anywhere we don’t want them, and meet us back at the lair later. I don’t think they can arrest birds, so it should be fine?”

“Right. Let’s move.” Jack still has the burr of a growl in his voice as he shakes off the ropes, turning to Ortho besides him and scooping him up gently.

Epel is scavenging a pipe while Deuce is already up scouting out their escape route. Sebek begins bickering with Grim over whether he has to call him “Grim-sama” now or ever, taking a protective position at the rear.

Yuu falls back alongside Ace, offering a shoulder for him to lean on.

“Elena’s alright.” They mutter to him quietly. “She was in a bit of a state when she found me, but she’s home safe and sound. I promised we’d call in the car so she could hear you’re all okay.”

Ace can’t help the small grin that quirks his lips. “A~ah. At least that turned out okay. It’d be a real pain if she got herself kidnapped after all the shit I went through.”

Yuu smiles, broad and real. “Mr. Martin and Mr. Jon are very grateful to you, you know. I think they’re going to give you a present. A homemade sweater perhaps.”

“Geh!” He scowls at them. “What, is that some kinda punishment?! If they wanna reward me, I’ll take cash. Or food. Either or, I’m not picky.”

“The hell you sayin’, yer bein’ picky right now.” Epel interjects ahead of them.

Ace blows a raspberry. Jack lets out a chuckle and Yuu giggles next to him. Ortho somehow looks more like he’s sleeping than he did before. Sebek and Grim’s argument is reaching new levels of volume. Deuce is holding the door open to where the escape vehicle is parked outside on a double yellow line.

Ace lets himself be hustled into the car, and enjoys the moment of comfort and safety.

#twisted wonderland #twst #supervillain au #harassed villain yuu au #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #ortho shroud #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #twst grim #twisted wonderland grim #happy halloween!#points to anyone who can guess what the villain is twisted from

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luck-of-the-drawings · 1 year

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ITS THE NEW YEAR CUNTS

TO CELEBRATE, HERES A BUNCHA ANIMATIONS I MADE WITHIN THE LAST YEAR, IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER OF WHEN I CREATED THEM (FIRST TWO WERE MADE IN FEBUARY, 3RD N 4TH MADE IN MARCH, 5TH IN MAY, 6TH IN SEPTEMBER, AND THE FINAL ONE I MADE TODAY, ON DECEMBER 31ST) ALL OF THEM ARE JRWI.... HUHH... HERES TO YEAR TWO OF BEING OBSESSED WITH THIS SHOW.. I GUESS... i really came so far with this animation stuff..... houhh boy... lookatme go.... im so proud hehehehe

#jrwi fanart #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi bitb spoilers #jrwi convergence spoilers #cw body horror #cw flashing lights #I USED TO ANIMATE SO MUCH WHEN I WAS A BAYBE #AND THEN the program i used (doink) got MURKED and i couldnt find anything like it ever again...#i found the fire alpaca animation stuff so i touched that everynow and then but #something about jrwi got me fuckin COOOKIN DUUUDE LOOK AT ME GIOOOO I HAVE ANIMATED NOTHIN BUT JRIW #CUNTS!! HIRE ME TO MAKE UR DAMN CARTOON!!! MY VISION IS ABSOLUTE!!!#THE LAST ANIMATION IS WITH BECKY FROM BITB BTW #I WAS SUDDENLY WORRIED ABT PPL NOT KNOWING THAT THIS WAS BECKY FROM BITB MY BELOVED

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years

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eat your lunch

eddie munson x f!y/n

815 words

eddie has a hard time calming down when he’s in one of his loud-mouthed moods, until you cram some food in his mouth for some peace and quiet.

contains: fluff, goofs, hellfire club, established relationship, jason carver, chrissy cunningham, pre-s4 tw: cursing, food mention/eating/forced eating but in a lighthearted way, playful hitting a/n: very short lil thang completely inspired by this post that i love and have been thinking about all day i love it so much i love goofy eddie. nate is just a random name for the one hellfire member they decided not to name for whatever reason :/ disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online

Jesus fucking Christ he was really on one today.

Lucky for you all you were desensitized to it, half the school’s eyes drawn to the Hellfire club, drawn to the nerdy metalhead strutting proudly along the tabletop, giving his performance of the day. One of many, actually. Earlier in the hallway with you he had raised his arms to the ceiling, tipped his head back, and bellowed,

“FELLOWS OF THE HALLWAY!! PLEASE PART YOURSELVES — AS THE RED SEA PARTED BEFORE MOSES — FOR THIS GORGEOUS CREATURE IS ABOUT TO GRACE YOUR PRESENCE AND MUST PASS!! DO NOT LOOK UPON HER!! THOSE UNWORTHY SHALL BURST INTO FLAAAAME~!!”

Again, you were used to it. Before, when you were very first subjected to this type of torment, you would’ve been beating his arm and hiding your face, hissing at him to knock it off.

Now you just, roll your eyes. The crowd does part — mainly due to the weirdo screeching at them — but you reach up and grab one of Ed’s hands and drag him along behind you while his free arm still praises the heavens.

“SHE BLESSES ME WITH HER HEALING TOUCH!! I AM CLEANSED, I TELL YOU, CLEANSED!!”

Now, at lunch, you all munched and engaged in idle chatter amongst yourselves, having to raise your voices every now and then when Eddie got particularly loud. Dustin slides you half of a Cosmic Brownie, and you slide him back a single Twinkie like it’s a high-stakes deal going down — Lucas nudging his arm for half of that. Mike scribbles out a letter to Eleven. Gareth drums pencils on the edge of the table while Jeff and Nate grunt, engaged in an arm wrestling competition — which Eddie steps over every time he makes a lap.

“Dusty, honey, chew your food,” you comment softly as Eddie breezes between the two of you, brow puckered, as the boy practically swallows the Twinkie whole, Lucas groaning in defeat as he misses out on a taste of the golden treat.

“—buncha ball-bouncing pretty boys with sticks up your butts!!” Eddie exclaims as he addresses the table of jocks. That’s where you groan, eyes sliding shut as a chip drops from between your fingers. The others have tight lips, now shifting their eyes down, as Jason Carver meets Eddie’s challenge.

“Don’t think I asked, freak!” The blonde boy spits, standing from his table where Chrissy Cunningham attempts to pull him back down.

“Oh jeeeeeze,” Dustin groans, sinking down in his seat.

Sure, it was all fun and games and business as usual when Eddie was just, talking. Just loudly speaking his mind about whatever was bothering him about society that day. But when he got Jason riled up too, the fun quickly got sucked out of it, and things would get heated rather quickly. You notice Lucas giving you a look that says ‘please make him stop’ but you hold up your hands, snorting.

“Hey, that’s like waking someone up from sleepwalking. He might go feral.”

“He is feral!” Mike drops his pencil, unable to even try to continue concentrating as Eddie’s and Jason’s voices get louder and louder.

You all look over at the sound of impact, Eddie hopping down heavily from the table and immediately he and Jason getting into each other’s faces, Chrissy still trying to tug Jason’s arm. You make eye contact with her, and she rolls her head in exasperation, her look deeply apologetic. You nod at her and then stand up, grabbing Eddie by the scruff of his t-shirt.

He doesn’t protest, or pull or turn away, instead following your tugging with backwards steps as he jabs a finger in Jason’s direction, their words still heated but it seemed like they were starting to run out of fuel.

“Pansy-ass ball-jockey!!” Eddie throws a final insult as you toss him into his chair, slapping down his pointing hand as you drop back into your own. Chrissy settles her partner as well, keeping him turned away and getting him calmed down.

“Oookay okay okay,” you coo, picking up a handful of pretzel bits and stuffing them into Eddie’s mouth, holding the back of his head. He grumbles as he chews them, grumpy and agitated but starting to calm down as you practically mother him into returning to a docile state.

“Theeere ya go,” you coo again, more mockingly as you grin, satisfied with his silence. You pick up half your sandwich, gesturing to Eddie,

“Now shut up n’ eat your lunch, Munson. Wind-down time.”

The others at the table give you approving nods, grinning over the antics between their friends.

He sighs heavily and crosses his arms, chewing and grumbling still, but much calmer now. Whenever he throws a dirty glance at the jocks you simply hold up more food to him, smiling when he visibly softens every time and lets you feed him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #hellfire club #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #drabble #short fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x you #mine

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stinkrascal · 1 year

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picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

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cozy-fantasy-corner · 2 months

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Band of Idiots Pt. 4: Coney Island

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, pining, language, Steve being an angsty cat, mentions of violence, alcohol, illness, death, and fondue-ing

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Steve, Y/n, and Bucky are as thick as thieves. They spend a day at Coney Island together. Feelings are discovered and lies are told.

Author’s Note: It’s been ages since I’ve updated this fic. My apologies. Life got crazy. I graduated high school, moved out of state for college, and then got super sick. But I’m back and better than ever. My inbox and dms are always open!

(not my gif. credit to the owner)

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Brooklyn summers could be unbearable. The molten heat pounding on the asphalt of a concrete jungle was enough to make any seasoned New Yorker feel faint. The air looked like a blur and felt like it was baking the city alive. The sun a constant, unrelenting oven.

July of 1934 was no different. In fact, it was somehow worse.

Just two weeks ago, Stevie had his fourteenth birthday. And boy was he rearing to go. The torturous temperatures had Stevie acting like an alley cat. He was always yowling about something and picking fights with any and everyone.

Three days this week he’d come home while Miss Sarah was at work cut up and bleeding. I’d be an amazing nurse with the amount of times I’ve given that boy stitches and set his nose.

With Bucky’s new job down at the docks, he couldn’t save Steve so easily from all of his fights like he used to. Poor Buck is so worried about our boy. The thought of him biting off more than he can chew is enough to cause a knot in all of our stomachs. We wouldn’t know what to do without him.

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Today, Bucky had the day off of work and he’d been saving for weeks to take us to Coney Island to blow off some steam. For him, that was spending all his money to impress dames. For Stevie, it was drawing while next to me on a bench or the beach. As for me, I loved to just sit and observe all of the people: the sights, the smells, the sounds.

The train ride to the amusement park was crowded and boiling with body heat. It smelled like stale sweat and old people in the worst way. The screams of children and the loud chatter from other patrons were enough to give me a headache, even with my bad ear. My back was killing me from standing for so long without a break, forcing me to brace myself on Steve and Bucky’s shoulders. Of course, Mister Meat-Head over here was flexin’ his suddenly very toned shoulder under my grip which caused me to blush. Thank God my face was already red from overheating, or he’d have poked fun at me about it.

My shitty lungs were being squeezed by the warm, wet air, and I wheezed slightly. My wheezing was met with Steve’s and a concerned glare from Bucky. I moved my hand to my bag, fumbling for my peppermint oil. My fingers met the cold glass and pried it open near our noses. A deep inhale eased the pressure in my chest.

“You alright, Kiddo?”

“She’s peachy, Buck. We’re on a hot train with a buncha loud, smelly assholes and we both got shit lungs. Wattaya think, ya jerk?” Steve snarked back, radiating thick annoyance. My mouth fell open in shock.

Bucky threw up his hand defensively, a mildly hurt look on his face. Steve was never this cross, even on his worst days. Something was wrong, had been for weeks. Getting into fights, coming home later, skipping meals, being snippy, even to me. Now it was getting worse. I hoped that it wouldn’t ruin our day out, but part of me knew that things would only go downhill from there. And all I could do was brace myself for impact.

I pulled my shoulders closer to my neck and inched towards Buck a little bit. My eyes squeezed themselves shut and I tried to breathe in, hoping for calm. All I got was B.O. and a frown from Steve. He knows I only do that when I’m nervous, and he was the thing making me nervous.

Buck seemed so set on enjoying the day that he glazed over everything and plastered his trademark Bucky Barnes grin on his sweaty face. I almost wanted to pinch his arm just to snap him out of it. No one should smile that much or look that good doing it. Especially not on a train in the summer heat. Honest to God, it was annoying.

Between Mister Sunshine and Mister Scrooge, the day was bound to be interesting to say the least.

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Bucky had stopped to grab me some pop while Steve stormed off, a bit too eager to be rid of us for my taste. A minute piece of my heart crumbled away. Never, in all the years that I had known Steven Grant Rogers, had he voluntarily put distance between us. I couldn’t figure a rhyme or reason, all I could feel in that moment was hurt.

I ambled along the dock, book in hand. The salt-tinged air lapped at my frizzy locks and splotchy skin like a cooling balm. It felt like I could fully exhale finally. Deep breaths were a blessing.

Very little time passed when Buck had bounced up beside me with his angelic grin. His baby fat had melted away in recent months, giving him a devilish yet heavenly appearance. That stupid, perfect grin caught me off guard. I was in awe that my safety net, my friend could possibly be this beautiful. He had always been handsome, but not once in my life had I seen someone, anyone, look so perfect. I wasn’t aware that my feelings for him could grow, but by-golly they did.

Just staring at him wouldn’t do, so I elbowed him in the ribs. His playful pout made my chest squeeze. It wasn’t in the usual painful way like my attacks. It was something new, unfamiliar. He chuckled and pulled me under his arm as we continued down the dock. I felt so small and safe at his side. Tiny jolts of electricity seemed to pass from his skin to mine with every step.

Nestled into Bucky’s side, we meandered towards the rides. A good handful of summers had passed since we’d been able to come here, but we had long outgrown the attractions we were used to. We bickered back and forth about which adventure to choose. I was thankfully able to convince him to take me on the ferris wheel at some point today, but I knew I’d have to let him have his fun first. The way his eyes lit up talking about the Cyclone told me that I wouldn’t have any choice but to go with him. God, I hate roller coasters.

That Godforsaken ride was the bane of my existence, but my boys loved it to death. I always ended up with my head tucked into someone’s chest as we whipped ‘round and ‘round. On especially good days, like today, I was able to hold my lunch down.

Something about this time felt odd. Bucky kept looking at me with a goofy grin. This smile wasn’t his normal endearing, toothy grin; there was something more to it that I couldn’t quite place. That look had my heart pounding in my chest, not from fear, but excitement maybe.

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Many more strange glances were exchanged over the next couple of hours, Steve’s attitude problem mostly forgotten. I couldn’t help but worry that something was wrong with Buck. Over the last 7 years, he had looked at me a lot of ways: worried, annoyed, caring. Today was a whole fresh set that I couldn’t quite name. It made me uneasy, yet giddy at the same time. A tiny, delusional part of me thought that maybe, just maybe the older boy loved me like I loved him. That would be impossible. He loves me like a sister.

The rumble of Bucky’s voice shook me from my thoughts.

“How ‘bout that ferris wheel now? I think I’ve tortured you enough for one day.” he said with a chuckle. I nodded eagerly.

As I went to start walking towards my favorite ride, I felt a hand in mine. Bucky’s. My breath caught in my throat, but I wouldn’t allow myself to freeze up. He couldn’t know how that tiny gesture affected me. Instead, I smiled up at him, squeezing his massive hand as we moved.

Such a simple motion brought all of the thoughts I had shoved to the side crashing forward. My mind was in such a state that I didn’t even realize that we were at the front of the line, about to enter our car. Bucky moved to help me up with his kind smile and I sheepishly accepted.

Damn him. Damn his beautiful smile. Damn his gentlemanly ways.

After we settled beside one another, he took my hand in his again. His calloused thumb smoothed over the back of my velvet soft hand. It was almost like he was trying to tell me something. Lord, I need calm down.

As we reached the top, Buck peeled me away from his side and turned look at me. He had an energy about him like he wanted to say something. His brow was furrowed, his eyes serious. His hands rubbed themselves down his thighs nervously. I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. Bucky is the calm one, the happy one. There has never been something he couldn’t turn into a joke. His brow only set itself this way when he was uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

I gulped.

This had to be bad, right? But it couldn’t be. Nothing bad could ever come from such beautiful lips. Nothing.

A sudden warmth on my lips jerked me out of my worry. My eyes blew wide in surprise. The warmth was Bucky, more specifically, Bucky’s lips. Everything faded away, even the shock, as I melted into the soft feeling of him against my mouth. His work-hardened hands came up to cup my cheeks while I sat there limp in his arms. We had all kissed on another over the years, light pecks on the cheeks and forehead. This one was different.

Bucky pulled back for air and I sighed softly. Our foreheads met, eyes closed. My body was still limp, but my head spun a million miles a minute. He feels the same way. I’m not crazy. What does this mean? What about Steve?

Steve!

We jumped apart when a sharp, familiar cough pierced through the haze. My startled eyes met Steve’s angry ones. Dread filled my stomach as I clamored away from Buck and onto the platform of the ferris wheel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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Steve grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me towards a building nearby. Buck ran after us, yelling for us to stop. I was filled with panic and guilt. Steve looked like he was going to kill someone, well Bucky specifically.

“What the FUCK was that, Y/N?” Steve growled, fist closing more tightly around my bicep.

Before I could respond, Bucky was towering over both of us looking just as confused as I was. He paused for a second, taking in my shaking figure. His eyes hardened with rage. No one was allowed to scare me, not even Steve. He grabbed his shoulder harshly and spun him around.

“You wanna let her go, Punk?” Buck hissed. Steve bristled and clenched his jaw.

In true Steve fashion, he decided to forgo using his words, leaping straight to using his fists. His fist connected with Bucky’s jaw and I screamed. Bucky shot me a worried glance before pinning Steve to the wall as gently as possible. They stared one another down. All of our chests were heaving.

Steve looked up at our friend with tears brimming his baby blue eyes, “How could you, pal? You know better”.

Bucky’s face softened instantly and my panic grew. Steve has feelings for me?

Buck muttered an apology and let Stevie go. I pushed myself between them, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. Their gazes on me were piercing, my skin heating under their eyes. I grabbed Bucky’s hand and turned to Steve. He grabbed my free hand and squeezed softly, eyes full of tears and remorse. I put my head on his chest and hugged him tightly.

“Stevie, what’s goin’ on, huh?” I whispered pulling back slightly.

He just croaked, his words seeming to escape him. Buck squeeze my hand, whispering his goodbyes. As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the alley, a heavy silence enveloped us. Steve's gaze was distant, lost in the swirl of emotions that had consumed him. I stood there, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and tangled feelings.

"I... I don't know where to begin," Steve finally murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched mine, a mixture of pain and longing flickering within them.

I reached out, gently touching his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. "It's okay, Steve. Whatever it is, we can figure it out together," I said softly, offering him a small, reassuring smile. Of course we could, I love him more than life itself.

He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "I... I've been trying to deny it, but... seeing you with Bucky, it just..." His voice trailed off, his expression haunted.

I took a step closer, closing the gap between us. "Steve, whatever you're feeling, it's okay. You don't have to hold it all in," I whispered, my heart aching for him. I didn’t mean to hurt him. We had promised as kids never to harm the other. That promise lay shattered at our feet, and it was all my stupid fucking fault.

Tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting the fading light of the setting sun. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. We stood there, clinging to each other in the dwindling light, the weight of our unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. I shushed him softly like Ms. Sarah would, hoping, praying that I could ease his pain with imitation of his mother’s love.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of tangled feelings and fractured relationships, the crushing realization that I had potentially destroyed the most meaningful bond in my life washed over me. One kiss and our worlds had crashed apart.

Steve and I remained locked in our embrace, the warmth of each other's frail presence a balm to our troubled souls. The world seemed to fade away around us, leaving only the echo of our steady heartbeats and the whisper of our shared breaths. Clinging to him seemed to be the only thing keeping the ground from vanishing beneath us. He would never let me fall.

With a gentle touch, I tilted Steve's chin up, meeting his gaze with a tenderness born of years of friendship and unspoken understanding. "I need you to say it." I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of years of shared memories and unspoken emotions.

Steve's eyes searched mine, his gaze filled with a vulnerability that tore at my heart. "I love Bucky. More than you will ever know, Minnie." he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. Something inside of me fractured.

He loved him? I felt betrayed. Steve had known for years how I felt, and he had kept this to himself. To what, protect me? Tinges of frustration bubbled up inside of me. He had lied to me, let me confide in him in the earliest hours of the morning, given me advice. None of it was in earnest.

My anger fizzled out when I saw the tears falling from his pleading eyes. There wasn’t a way in the world I could stay mad at my Stevie, however betrayed I felt.

I brushed away a stray tear that clung to his cheek, my thumb tracing a gentle path across his skin. "We'll figure it out together, Steve. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. All three of us," I promised, the conviction in my words unwavering. He flinched at my mention of all of us. His eyes begged me to keep his feeling for Buck between him and myself. I nodded knowingly, unwilling to betray him.

In that moment, amidst the fading light of a Brooklyn sunset, I knew that this God-forsaken mess was far from over. But as long as we had each other, I was certain that we could weather any storm that lay ahead. And with that knowledge warming my heart, I held Steve a little tighter, silently vowing to never let go.

#Band of Idiots Part 4 Coney Island #stucky x reader #mcu #steven grant rogers #james buchanan barnes #stevie #bucky #hurt/comfort #feelings #young love #confessions #mlm #MJ writes

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hi I just found this au today and it is choking me alive

you art is amazing and the au looks stunning and when I found out this is gonna be a series I screamed!!!

I just wanted to ask if you had like a character list or a description of what the au is about?

I really would love to jump on this hype train and all this has got me so excited!

AA THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY OMG TYY <3<3<3

I do have a google sheet with a buncha characters written down but it has some spoilers in it so... 👀

But I can absolutely give a rundown!! Magyctale doesn't exactly have a solid "gimmick" (like Underswap or Underfell) but it's more like a rewrite of sorts? The characters act somewhat differentlyto their original counterparts and the main meat of the story is how their journey affects them and their relationships. :3

So for instance: Season 1 is for the most part a reimagining of Undertale, with a few original characters sprinkled alongside the AU cast. One of the biggest changes is that Frisk is older (they're about 17) so they have a lot more to say and there's a lot more room for them to express themself. Also I just prefer writing characters who aren't small childen XDD

After Season 1 is when it starts going into more stuff from my own noggin as opposed to being a retelling. So S1 is kinda like introducing all the characters and their dynamics before adding more stuff :3

By far my favorite arc is the one that incorperates elements from Deltarune- that's where my favorite boys come in and also is the arc with the most OCs!! Especially Mave- that's my horrible horrible son whom I adore with my entire heart and soul <3<3<3

I do have some character refs I can share!!

These are all from S1 (since that's what I'm focusing on planning right now) but I will take a short detour to talk about my awful little son just because I can <3

This is my vile little lad Mave :3

He started off as just my interpretation of The Knight from DR but now he is one of my most multi-faceted characters of all time I think. Funny how that worked out-

He is by far one of my favorite OCs of All Time and he's such a lil weirdo hehehe

I'm so sad he doesn't come in until much later in the story,,, I want him to be Real already XDD

I don't wanna give too too much away about him because,,,yknow,,,spoilers,,, but I've posted vaguely about his lore on this blog and my main (@bonetrix-arts) as well as over on my YouTube and TikTok accounts if you're curious!!! I simply love to vaguepost about my lore <3

If you have any more questions absolutely feel free to ask!!!! Also if you wanna ask something specific about a character- though I haven't posted about it in a while -I do have character asks open :3

I was posting em on my TikTok as well as here and I think Insta for a while n then I got side-tracked HNGSVDHCJ

I think I still had more art to finish up for the last one n that's why I never posted it,,

But anyways- feel free to do that if there's anything else you wanna know!!!! I need to draw these lil weirdos again n that'd be a nice way to kickstart my brain LMAO

Also I need to make a section for my AU in my Discord server,,, why haven't I done that yet?? RAHH I'm rambling!! Sory I just get so excited when people ask about my babies hehehe

I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!!! YOU ABSOLUTELY MADE MINE <3<3<3

#magyctale #mt asks #magyctale frisk #magyctale toriel #magyctale fae #magyctale flowey #magyctale sans #magyctale papyrus #magyctale mave

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an-ecu-harrypotter-au · 1 month

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TPS Part 1: Toby's Letter

Ah'm a slow, 11 year old, southern boy wit a strong accent. Mah momma died when Ah was 5 so mah Pop's been raisin me by 'emself ever since. It ain't always been easy cause fer some reason Ah ain't like other boys. Sometimes shoes make mah feet hurt, a buncha people talkin makes me wanna run an hide, an if thangs jus don't go mah way Ah jus wanna cry. But today Ah'm doin well. Mah clothes feel good an nothin's too loud fer me. Even when Ah'm eatin breakfast, Ah'm feelin good. Ah see Pop comin in the kitchen with a letter.

"Son ya got a fancy letter today."

"Oh, gosh! Who'd be writin' a real fancy letter ta me? Ain't like Ah'm special. Did it say where it's from?"

"It done got sent from a fancy British wizard school, Hogwarts. Yer gonna be learnin magic."

Ah get real confused by it. We ain't in British. We're in Florida. Ah'm startin ta think this ain't real cause we don't even get mail till later in the day.

"How'd it get here?"

"Burrowin owl dropped it off by mah window."

Ah squint at Pop. Ah ain't ever seen an owl jus hang out by Pop's window let lone send 'em mail.

"Oh, yer jokin' wit me, Pop. Ain't no fancy school out there that teaches magic. Ah wanna hear ya read it ta me."

"Dear Mr. Kwimper, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."

"Well doggone tha's a real letter. Does this Hogwarts school got a place ta stay? Ah ain't gonna be able ta sleep on no wood floors."

Ah start shakin mah head cause Ah slept on wood floors before. Mah head done hurt an Ah ain't stopped cryin till Pop picked me up an put me on his lap. He done tol me Ah's sleepwalkin so he made sure ta wrap me in a special blanket so Ah won't do that no more.

"They's got a dorm for all 'em kids. You's gotta take a special train jus fer gettin ta Hogwarts."

Ah start ta rock in mah chair cause Ah'm gettin excited.

"Wow! Do Ah gotta wear a fancy schmancy uniform, too?"

"We's gotta read the list Ms. Gonagall gave us so's we find everythin ya need son. Ah'm fixin ta make sure ya got robes that don't make ya meltdown."

Pop says meltdown an Ah 'member when he bought me clothes fer mah first day a school last year. Everythang done made mah skin itch an Pop had ta pay money fer grandmomma ta make me special clothes that don't make me cry. Her an granddaddy live in a nursin home in Orlando so we went on a big road trip ta get it. Ah ain't ever met momma's parents but Ah know the special blanket Pop wraps me in came from 'em.

"Here's the list. Gotta read it good son."

Ah start readin it an it's a real long list mah eyes start glazin over so's Ah start readin it out loud cause Ah 'member things better doin it like that.

"First-year students'll require: Three sets a plain black robes, a plain pointed black hat fer day wear, a pair a protective dragon hide gloves, an a black winter cloak wit silver fastin's. Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags."

Ah blink a couple times an look at Pop.

"Ah really gotta wear all this Pop? Ah don't wanna wear clothes that got itchy name tags cause then Ah'm gonna be cryin cause it's gonna make mah skin itch."

"Ah ain't gonna make the name tags itch, Toby. Ya ain't gotta wear it all at once. We's jus gotta make sure ya got 'em so yer ready. Don't wanna have ya goin ta a wizardin school nekked. Now keep on readin yer list."

Ah nod mah head a couple times an try findin mah spot again.

"All students should have a copy a each a the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History a Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginner's Guide ta Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs an Fungi, Magical Drafts an Potions, an The Dark Forces: A Guide ta Self-Protection. Tha's a lotta books Pop. Ah dunno if Ah'm gonna be able ta read 'em all."

"We ain't gonna know what ya need 'em fer till ya get yer schedule. Jus keep goin son."

Ah start rubbin the letter again so Ah don't lose mah place.

"1 wand, 1 pewter standard size 2 cauldron, 1 set a glass or crystal vials, 1 telescope an a 1 set a brass scales. Pop wha's a vial?"

He taps his head ta think. Vial sounds like a fancy word fer somethin.

"Somethin like a bottle son. Gotta be a fancy bottle cause ya ain't gonna be jus workin wit water."

"Ah guess ya make sense Pop."

Mah finger traces over the final lines a the letter.

"Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad. PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK."

Pop pats mah head an he's smilin which Ah think's a good thang. Ah think Ah also said the last part a the letter too loudly.

"So how's we gonna be payin fer this Pop. A lotta stuff we gotta get if Ah'm goin ta the wizardin school."

"Doncha worry son. Wizardin money ain't the same as our money. We's gonna do good."

"Wow. Ah ain't never even thought bout gettin a new pair a socks before. Pop, Ah gotta get there. How'm Ah gonna get there? Ah don't have no owl."

Ah start rubbin mah hands which Ah always start doin when Ah'm gettin nervous bout somethin.

"We's gotta move ta the UK when ya done wit your schoolin this year Toby."

"We's movin'?"

"We's got Kwimper kin in Ireland. Gonna be boardin with em."

Mah hands keep rubbin faster. Ireland's jus so far ways from Florida Ah'm kinda gettin scared.

"Ah don't wanna live in Ireland, Pop. There ain't any sweet tea there. Wha bout grandmomma an granddaddy? Ain't they gonna be sad that we're leavin?"

"Sure but they's got plenty a ponds full a frogs an toads fer ya son. They ain't gonna be sad Toby. Once they see yer letter they're gonna want ya ta go. Grandpa always said ya need ta go ta a special school meant ta help ya."

Ah start gettin excited. Pop thinks it's funny when Ah go from bein all scared ta bein happy. Maybe he knows it's cause everythang goes from bein scary ta bein fun so long's ya talk bout it right.

"They's got froggies an toadies there?"

"Mhm. Gotta have a pet ta bring so's ya can find a toad or frog there."

"Yipppeee! Okay, Ah'll find the smallest, quietest, cutiest lil froggie that there ever was an Ah'm gonna love it, an hug it, an give it a name! Ah'm gonna take it ta school!"

Ah'm wigglin in mah chair now. Wizardin school's soundin way more fun than regular schoolin.

"We's gonna have a lotta fun learnin bout the wizardin world. Lotta adventures ta have."

"Ah guess Ah got a whole school year fer learnin' magic an catchin' toadies! Boy howdy!"

Pop pats mah head an Ah start tryna ta calm down. Pattin mah head seems ta help when Ah get all excited. Thinkin bout froggies an toadies jus make me wanna wiggle.

"Now finish eatin so's we can get ya to school."

"Oh! Ok Pop."

Ah finish mah breakfast an hurry ta put on mah shoes an start ta follow Pop ta the car.

"Ah better remember the whole list! Ah ain't gonna be one a 'em kids who ain't ready fer school cause they ain't read the list."

"Got plenty a time ta learn the whole list son."

After we leave the house an head down the road tagether Ah start talkin again. Ah jus gotta get it all outta mah mouth cause now Ah'm too excited.

"Ya said there'd be a special train to Hogwarts, Pop. Wha's that mean?"

"Means only Hogwarts kids get ta ride on it."

"Well, how'd they know who the Hogwarts kids are, Pop?"

"You's gonna be gettin a special ticket tellin ya where ta go. Only Hogwarts students an kin can go ta that part of the station."

Ah ain't been on a train before. Ah only seen 'em go on by when Pop'd take me shoppin in the main town. Ah ain't even known what a train ticket'd look like.

"Ah get a ticket? Can Ah see it, Pop?"

He chuckles which probably means Ah done got somethin wrong.

"Ah ain't got it yet. We's gonna get the ticket durin the summer."

"Aww... But you'll gimme the ticket right when we get it?"

"Course Ah'm gonna give it ta ya. Ya only got yer letter cause ya turned 11 last week."

This is so much ta think bout. Ah can't even wait ta get ta Hogwarts.

"Ah can't wait fer mah own magic ta happen! Pop, have ya ever used magic?"

He looks down an Ah wonder if Ah done said the wrong thing.

"No Ah don't son."

"But ya know 'bout it. Why don't ya do magic?"

He keeps pattin mah head.

"Ah ain't been born wit it son. It happens."

"Oh, Ah get it."

Mah mind starts ta wander. How's it that Ah been doin magic an no one done tol me bout it.

"When mah own magic starts to happen, do Ah jus say a magic word or somethin an it happens?"

"Been makin magic happen past couple a days. Tha's why you's gotta be kept calm so's ya don't get meltdowns."

Ah gotta be quiet cause everythang Pop done tol me's gotta be thought through. Ah musta got mah magic last week cause Ah sure don't 'member doin tricks.

"Pop? Will they make it so's Ah won't have meltdowns no more?"

"Might get better when you's grown. That's why Ah've been tellin ya ta use yer times tables."

Ah blink a little an feel kinda sad. Ah thought magic'd be able ta do anythin but Ah guess it ain't like that.

"Oh. So Ah can go ta Hogwarts an learn magic even if Ah'm slow?"

"Tha's right."

Pop an Ah make it ta school. Ah'm feelin better now that we's had our talk.

"Now you's have a good day son. Ah'll pick ya up later."

"Ok Pop. Ah'll be good."

"Tha's mah boy. Jus get through these final months then we's gonna be movin ta the wizardin world. Don't go tellin yer friends though cause they'll jus get jealous."

Ah jus can't stop smilin. Ah hope mah teacher don't get mad cause Ah'm too busy thinkin bout bein a real wizard.

"Bye Pop!"

Ah head out the car an inta the schoolyard ta find mah friends. As much as Ah'll miss 'em Ah jus can't wait ta move ta the wizardin world.

AN: Shout out to @arrolyn1114 for helping me proofread.

Tagging my followers: @nemos-rapture, @xanatenshi, @briefpandatimemachine, @alienelvisobsession and @hooked-on-elvis.

#toby and the veela #the philosopher's stone #yer a wizard toby

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chen-chen-chen-again-chen · 1 year

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Hi, hello, hola! Thank you for the tag today, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe! Instead of six sentences, today I bring you "six somethings" - six places I'm excited to eat while I'm in London (March 24-April 7)!

If anyone has any recommendations for favourite places to eat in London, PLEASE let me know! 🍽️😋

I'll tag up here because this post is a long boi. Hello hello hello to a buncha folks! @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @dohrnaira @ebbpettier @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @ionlydrinkhotwater @imagineacoolusername @larkral @raenestee @onepintobean @theimpossibledemon @whogaveyoupermission @tectonicduck

6.) Pret (Heathrow)

I know Shepard loses his tiny mind over the sandwiches from Pret, but. I dream of their Chocolate Moose. I have an absurd amount of food allergies, so finding a Chen-friendly, ready made chocolate mousse is a dream come true. So excited to cram it into my face after I clear Customs.

From My Good Egg, Good morning, good night, good morning:

“All right.” Simon goes back to fiddling with Bunce’s phone, and then he says to Bunce, hopeful, “Any chance you brought the rest of my baguette from Pret?”

Bunce says, slowly and carefully, “Simon. I do not know the whereabouts of your airport sandwich. I was rather busy figuring out where you had disappeared to.”

5.) Borough Market

I have very fond memories of Borough Market from the first/last time I visited London back in 2018. I remember sticking my head in a jar full of dried truffles and just inhaling all that amazing, savoury, umami truffly goodness. (Like, you know, the way that normal humans do.)

From What's Left by @cutestkilla:

I’ve been hanging around Borough Market quite a bit, and I’ve had everything from cheese and croissants to chorizo and balsamic vinegar (in small sample portions only). I think, though, that my favourite thing so far was a fresh buttered wild garlic scone that I bought with some of my stolen money after trying a sample.

4.) MotherMash (Covent Garden)

I also had a good time with a pal at MotherMash years ago - I think instead of pie, I had bangers and mash with gravy, and a tiny, perfect apple pie. My spouse has never been here, but he does frequently say, "I would like to eat a whole pie," and now he will be able to eat TWO pies - one for his main, and one for dessert.

From A cake with your name on it:

Baz was still fuming about the tasting when we met up at his flat for dinner. We had takeaway from MotherMash, and Baz kept stabbing his steak and Stoutheart pie instead of eating it.

“I’ve never met such an idiot,” he said. “A bumbler. A fool. An absolute nightmare.”

“Okay,” I said. “We still have that list from my mother with three other bakeries.”

Baz whipped his head around to stare at me.

“No,” he said, loudly. Too loudly. He was oddly flushed. “I don’t care if I have to murder and then resurrect him - Simon Snow is making our wedding cake.”

3.) Brick Lane Beigel Bake (Shoreditch)

I asked my spouse, EarlobeGreyTea, what he wanted to do or eat or see while we're in London and all he would say, over and over again, was "Bagel." He is a remarkably easygoing travel companion.

From an earlier draft of My Good Egg, which ended up getting cut/changed:

They get to Brick Lane before Baz can embarrass himself any further, and he waits outside of a bagel shop until Simon comes out with a salt beef bagel crammed into his mouth, and a very full paper bag. “This one’s for you,” he says, holding out a salmon and cream cheese bagel to Baz.

Baz takes it, but doesn’t bite into it right away. “Thank you,” he says, slowly, thinking that maybe offering food is one of Simon’s love languages as well, along with killing things. The rats seem to be a lucky intersection.

2.) E Pellici's (Bethnal Green)

I think my favourite full English breakfast that I ever had was at Pellici's, which is tiny and and owned by an Italian family. The owner spent most of the time I was there embarrassing one of his teenage employees and a girl who was interviewing him for a school project. The owner high fived me when I bought a t-shirt and he went slack-jawed at my powerful, resounding high five. It was great.

From an unpublished bit of My Good Egg:

In the car, Baz passes both slices of fruitcake to Simon, and Simon practically dances in his seat.

“Are you sure?” Simon asks, “like, really, really sure? Cause I’m telling you, this is really fucking amazing fruitcake, and you can’t buy it most of the time unless you order it special - they don’t even have it on the menu anymore.” “They’re yours, Simon,” Baz says. Honestly, Simon Snow is impossible. He was ready to kill a man for Baz, or not kill a man for him, and now he’s beaming at Baz because of some fruitcake. He needs to pin Simon to a mattress and keep him there — with handcuffs, with a collar, with a ring.

1.) Dishoom (King's Cross)

Dishoom is like... truly magical. That house black daal is no joke. I lack words to describe how amazing the food is - just check out their site (but honestly, it will make you hungry). Everything I've ever had there was fucking delicious and the place and the atmosphere is so gorgeous, just lush and colourful and immersive.

I shared another snippet before about Dishoom from My Good Egg, but here's Simon on the phone with Agatha right after he's ordered takeaway:

“Hey Ags. How’re you – no, I’m not bleeding or throwing up or on fire. I – yeah, I know you said not to call you when you’re at work unless I was bleeding or throwing up or on fire, but this is an – look, it’s not for me this time, all right? Or Penny. It’s for a friend – okay, rude, I have friends other than you and Penny!” Pause. “Yes, Agatha, we’re friends, even if you – yeah, I know you said you would never do another house visit, but you said that the last time, too!”

Baz leans back so he can catch Bunce’s eyes, and mouths, What the fuck?

Bunce just rolls her eyes and shrugs, like, He’s Simon, what can you do about it?

“Well,” Simon says, triumphant, “we already ordered the daal for you, so there!” Pause. “Yeah, love you too. Bye.”

RIPs & Honourable Mentions

Cinnamon Soho (also mentioned in "A cake with your name on it") - They closed down during the pandemic. But they had a delicious Indian afternoon tea 🥲

Cereal Killer Cafe - This place was rec'd to me by one of my British co-workers (his seven kids were mad for it), but sadly, they closed their storefront during the pandemic and went online. (In my headcanon, this was where Winifred from My Good Egg wanted to go for her(?) first(?) birthday)

Fortnum & Mason - I WILL be going here to buy tea and biscuits (and to replace one of my favourite tote bags, LOL), but not for high tea or afternoon tea. (We have a few other places lined up for that, including The Swan at the Globe and Tea House Theatre). Sorry, Daphne!

Nando's - I suggested to my spouse that we should get cheeky Nando's and have top bants and he gave me a dead-eyed look as if his soul left his body

Again, if you have any recommendations of favourite places to eat in London, please let me know!

I mean, I suppose I'll be doing other things besides eating, like hanging out with my beautiful friends, going to stationery shops, visiting the flower market, seeing shows and things... but really, food is the main draw. 😂😂😂

Happy Sunday!

#six something sunday!#delicious things to consoom #with fic snippets #my good egg #good night good morning good night #a cake with your name on it #what's left by cutekilla #London 2023 #my fic tag

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forthereaderinserts · 1 year

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The Yokai Ninja

Chapter 2

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The mood was palpable as the young teens trailed after the jonin in front of them. When the group reached the roof, the gray haired boy spoke again, “So, why don’t we start off by introducing ourselves.”

Sakura was quick to pipe up again. “Introduce ourselves? Well, what should we say?”

He rolled his visible eye, “Start with your name, and if that’s not too hard, we can move on to what you do and don’t like, any dreams for the future, your hobbies. Stuff like that.” That seemed easy enough, it was an activity that they usually made little kids do at the beginning of the school year, but did he have to be so rude about it?

“Why don’t you go first,” How was Naruto confused by this? It’s so simple. “Ya’ know, tell us about yourself so we know what to do.”

He sighed like it was some great task to interact with them, "My name is Kakashi Hatake. You don't need to know about what I like, and I don’t want you to know about my hobbies. As for my dreams for the future, I don’t really have any.” Seriously? That was so useless… And what was with the attitude?

It seemed like Sakura shared their sentiment, whispering to the group, “What a waste of time, all he told us was his name.”

Kakashi interrupted the gossip by having Naruto go first, now that he’d answered the boy's question. “Right! I’m Naruto Uzumaki. I like instant cup ramen, and I really like the ramen at Ichiraku’s, but I hate the 3 minutes it takes to cook it! My hobbies are trying a buncha different kinds of ramen and comparing them all! And for my big dream for the future, I’m going to be the best Hokage this village has ever seen! That way people will have to start respecting me and treat me like I’m somebody; somebody important.”

Y/N paused at that last part. They expected him to go on and on about pranks and ramen, but maybe there was something else to this boy. It was Sakura’s turn next. “I’m Sakura Haruno, what I like– I mean, the person I like is… Uh, my hobby is, heh. My dream for the future…?”

She let out a shrill squeal as Kakashi-sensei tiredly urged her to continue and finish her dislikes. She barks out Naruto’s name, causing him to groan like he’d been hit. If this is what being a ninja was like, Y/N regretted every decision that led to this path.

If Sakura’s introduction was exactly how they expected it to go, no doubt Sasuke would be a brooding mess of angst and darkness. “My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I hate a lot of things, and I don’t particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream because I’m going to make it a reality. I’m going to restore my clan and destroy a certain someone.”

That went as well as it could’ve, Y/N supposed. It certainly made everyone uncomfortable, but they felt like the only one who caught Sasuke promising to ‘restore’ his clan. Weird, though they should probably be the one to break the silence. It was their turn after all.

“My name is Y/N Seireiko. I don’t have many hobbies outside of chores, but I like reading and listening to music, I guess. I don’t like getting involved with drama, even if it makes for the best entertainment, and I don’t like watching people get taken advantage of. My dream for the future… I guess it’s just to make a difference to at least one person; prove to myself that I’m worth more than my fears tell me.”

Kakashi stared at Y/N for a second before moving on, “Great, you’re all interesting and unique individuals. We’ll have our first mission tomorrow.” Already?

“Already? Yes!” Naruto cheered, what’s with everyone being mind-readers today. “What kind of mission are we going on sensei?”

“Something special for the five of us, a survival exercise.”

“Survival exercise?!” “I thought we were supposed to get a real mission, we’ve done this at the academy before!” Y/N let Naruto and Sakura complain, they didn’t feel ready to take on a full-scale mission with these guys yet.

“Good thing this isn’t going to be like what you did at the academy.” Why was he laughing like that? What was going to happen during this exercise?

“Hey, that’s a normal question! Why are you laughing?” Y/N really needed to start speaking out loud, this was getting ridiculous.

Kakashi chuckled again, though it sounded more like a sneer, and directed his attention to Sakura. “If I tell you, you aren’t going to like it. Out of the 28 students who graduated, only ten will move on. The rest get sent back to the academy. In other words, this test is make-it-or-break-it; pass or fail.”

“That’s not fair! We worked hard to get here, what was all that even for then?!” Naruto’s shouting startled Y/N. They were so busy gawking at their sensei in disbelief, they had completely forgotten where they were. They had had strict teachers before, but this was insane.

Kakashi didn’t even seem fazed by the boy's anger, nor the growing unease of his new students. “That was just the first selection process to see who might become genin, in the end I get to decide who actually passes. Moving on, I expect you all at the training grounds at 5 AM, bring your ninja gear.”

The group took the lull in conversation to sink in the information they just received. If they didn't pass this next test, they would be sent right back to the academy. Given how authoritarian Kakashi-sensei was during their first meeting, Y/N had no doubt that if he felt like it, he would expel one of them for not meeting his standards. Looking at their classmates, they all seemed to be in deep thought, most likely coming to the same conclusion Y/N did. They managed to drag their eyes over to Kakashi, who, until now, was casually watching his students reel in horror.

As if he had a sixth sense, his eyes darted to meet Y/N’s. His hardened, steel-gray eye locked onto theirs, turning lighter with mirth as he noticed the slight shake in their form. The sick bastard was enjoying this, torturing kids barely younger than himself. Then, like nothing even happened, he stood up and spun around. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he called out one final warning before leaving, “You all can go now, but here’s a little tip, don’t eat breakfast tomorrow. You might end up puking it out.”

#naruto imagines #naruto x reader #naruto harem #harem x reader #naruto uzumaki x reader #sasuke x reader #sakura x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #The Yokai Ninja #mod kini

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nostalgicamerica · 1 year

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After that incredible Boy Scout story, I’m lobbying for a weekly installment of tales from your childhood.

While I am flattered, it is doubtful that what you suggest will be happening anytime soon.

Besides my short stint in the BSA – easily the happiest time of my childhood – the rest of my childhood years were a constant, gray drudgery that wouldn't make for happy reading.

I spent years 6 – 8 in the hard-rock coal mines of the western part of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Black Lung disease forced me into what was then called squalor (We didn't have Workman's Comp or, welfare, or any sort of worker protections like we do today. Buncha softies, today, I tell you.)

At 9 I tried a short stint as a pickpocket, but the undercover cop who was my first mark arrested me. I was subsequently hauled in front of a hard-nosed judge who didn't know what to do when I started crying like a little school girl. Instead of sending me to the big house like he planned he sent me to Newberry State Mental Hospital for an evaluation.

It was there at NSMH my limited vocabulary expanded to include new words like 'buggery,' 'sodomy,' and 'forced oral copulation.' At least they were kinder to me than my brothers and sisters had been.

I managed to abscond by promising I'd let the guard 'bugger' me without the usual accompanying screams. For all I know, he's still waiting for me behind the laundry where I was supposed to meet him.

Ages 11 to 14 are a bit of a blur due to the job I got at the bakery. Actually, mostly they are a blur because the bakery was next to a bar and the bakery's storeroom was next to the bar's and the bar's storeroom lock was easy to jimmy.

My job was to shove wood chips into the bakery ovens. I'd pitch in a shovelful of birch and drink a warm Pabst Blue Ribbon and eat a bear claw or something of the sort. Rinse and repeat. By the time quitting-time rolled around, I was three sheets to the wind and feeling good.

Some time later, (I'm not sure exactly how or when) the bakery burned down. I vaguely recall the baker screaming at me as he chased me down the street throwing cans of lukewarm PBR at me.

A few blocks from where the bakery was going up in an inferno, I dodged a can of beer and stumbled into the basement of a church and decided to give the Boys Scouts a try and see what they knew. They didn't seem to care that I was half-potted. I was a boy. Apparently that was the only qualification needed.

After the BSA, with my head swimming with knowledge of females of the species, I set out to find my one true love, Sonja Henie, who I knew was out there and wouldn't try to bugger me.

So, as you can see, my childhood makes 'Oliver Twist' seem like 'Pollyanna.' The bleakness that permeated my formative years still haunts my dreams. My wife, to this day, can't understand why I fall asleep with my butt planted firmly against the wall.

She promises not to sodomize me.

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Today's compilation:

Baby Boomer Classics: Electric Seventies 1986 Hard Rock / Blues-Rock / Progressive Rock / Heavy Metal / Southern Rock / Glam Rock

Another superb dispatch here from the California-based compilation label JCI's Baby Boomer Classics series that gathers together a grip of classic rock tunes from the 70s. Here we have a really satisfying road trip mix of stuff that goes a combination of hard, bluesy, proggy, metallic, southern, and glammy 🤘.

Now, ultimately, it's pretty hard for me to pick an absolute favorite among this already mostly well-known dozen, but I've got three especially in mind here, and all of them are by bands who, coincidentally, ended up as one-hit wonders in the US.

So, first, there's "Mississippi Queen," a terrific blues-rockin' piece of southern-styled, heavy and fuzzy proto-metal by a band called Mountain, who, based on both the sound of this song itself and the band's own name, you couldn't be faulted for thinking hailed from somewhere like Appalachia. But get this, folks: this group that played at Woodstock and then delivered this mud-caked hit the following year were actually from none other than Long Island, a locale that is neither remotely southern nor mountainous! Buncha poseurs who ended up making one of the greatest southern rock hits of all time! Uh, excuse me? CCR would like a word!

Next, Mott the Hoople's "All the Young Dudes," a glam rock classic that David Bowie gave to this group so that they'd stay together. Bowie had just released a couple albums of his own and still had plenty of ideas left in his tank to give to other acts, so he started playing parts of this song that he'd fleshed out for one of Mott's members on an acoustic, and the band decided to take it and then smashed it. The super catchy singalong chorus on this one sounds like something Oasis could've spun up about 20 years later, and actually, upon having that thought, I find that they adapted that very chorus for a live performance of "Whatever," which also had some of the Beatles' "Octopus's Garden" in it too:

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And lastly, probably the least known and most unique song of this whole bunch: "Hocus Pocus," a song by a prog rock band from The Netherlands called Focus that is largely instrumental, but also incorporates some signature yodeling too. This one's a free-flowing, unorthodoxly crafted rock odyssey of sorts that comes with a solo flute portion as well, and while it's definitely not *obscure*—it was a top-ten hit in the US—I can say that, with the many, many hours I've spent with classic rock radio over the years, that I've definitely never heard it on there before. And as far as instrumental classic rock hits go, this one deserves to be the song that you immediately think of rather than Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein," which is also a great song that's on this comp too. Plus, the version that appears on this record seems to be different than the one that most people are probably familiar with! 👀

Really enjoying this series so far. Don't know how many of these installments are left for me to sift through, but I know there's still a lot left. Gonna be taking it in drips and drabs, though, so stay tuned!

Highlights:

Grand Funk Railroad - "We're an American Band" Manfred Mann's Earth Band - "Blinded by the Light" Black Sabbath - "Paranoid" Gregg Allman - "Midnight Rider" Edgar Winter - "Frankenstein" Mountain - "Mississippi Queen" Santana - "Black Magic Woman" Uriah Heep - "Easy Livin'" Mott the Hoople - "All the Young Dudes" Brownsville Station - "Smokin' in the Boys Room" Alice Cooper - "I'm Eighteen" Focus - "Hocus Pocus"

#hard rock #blues rock #progressive rock #prog rock #prog #rock #heavy metal #southern rock #glam rock #metal #classic rock #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #Youtube

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