#idk maybe he smacked it back into the roof

[troius]

#bleach #troius reads bleach #kenpachi zaraki #wait even though he shattered the comet #shouldn't there still be an equivalent mass crashing into the seireitei just in smaller pieces? #idk maybe he smacked it back into the roof

[anonymooseforever007]

Romantic Capture? (Pt 2. Romantic Escape)

(Tommy Shelby X female reader)

Summery: Y/N's successfully managed to con her way to her husband's car keys. Now she's free to have the fun she's been missing for the past week. But with an unexpected call from Polly, will her plans actually go to plan? Part two of Romantic Escape!

A/N: Hi y'all! No TW's for this (Tommy does get accidentally scuffed up tho) but I do think Tommy may be a bit OOC because this part has him talking about his feelings to the reader and I'm honestly not too sure how to write that, so idk if I did it well, but I tried! I kinda see him as someone who doesn't like admitting his fears and mistakes so when he actually does he's unsure of what to say as opposed to his usual suave self and tried writing it like that. So it's definitely got a bit of a different tone than the last one but it's still got good fun bits! I hope y'all enjoy!❤️

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The phone in Tommy's office rang.

"Polly? That you? I just started those papers you wanted, was there something else?"

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You giggled to yourself as you internally relived about your grand success, checking your mirrors one last time before getting ready to drive off. Silently, you thanked your husband for filling up the gas tank on his way back today.

It took months for most people to even try coming up with a plan to win one over THE Thomas Shelby. Keyword try. But you'd managed a successful caper in under an hour. And to top it off, if everything went as planned you'd have some fun with your "poor victim" when you returned. Maybe you should try this thing more often. You had been trying to convince him to let you redo the washroom for a while now. You thought the space would look just lovely with a new coat of paint and padded benches for you and the maids to sit on while talking and folding clothes. Or the garage. There was an empty space there you would have loved to turn into a workshop for the gardener and handyman. It was perfect for tools and lunch. OOH! Or maybe you could finally get the rolling ladder you'd wanted in the library, since you'd first moved in! You always wanted one as a kid! Yes, you would definitely have to try this thing again, especially if it went so smoothly the first time!

But that was for another day. If you left right now you'd make it in time to find good seats. Had this been a film, it would be the part where the captive finally gets out of their cell and starts joyously yelling "I'm free! I'm free I'm fr..."

A hand shot through the window and grabbed the steering wheel. Screaming, you did the first thing that came to your mind. Reaching out the window to grab the collar of your attacker, you yanked them forwards as hard as you could, while simultaneously stepping on the gas. You heard a head hit the car's roof as it made contact with the shiny metal.

"FUCK!"

Wait.

 You knew that voice. And the tie wrapped between you fingers....

Oh no.

"Tommy? What the hell are you doing?" You questioned, quickly letting go of him and looking down at you husband who was cradling an injured nose and making sure his toes weren't broken from you almost running them over.

"What the hell am I doing, eh!? What the bloody fuck are you doing," he exclaimed as he got to his feet, using the side of the car to stabilise himself so he wouldn't stumble. He didn't know if he should be frustrated or proud of what you'd just done. On one hand he was happy to know you wouldn't freeze up when surprised if someone came out of nowhere. But on the other hand....that fucking hurt. He could already feel the headache forming and it took a solid minute for his vision to clear. The car was still running and once again your husband reached through the window, trying to grab the keys from the ignition. 

"No," you smacked his hand away from the keys, gently but firmly. Tommy gave you a confused look and tried again.

"No. Tommy, no. Leave it. No. Thomas no." accompanied by another few gentle smacks until he pulled his hand back. You used one hand to guard the keys while the other remained slightly lofted, ready to bat again if needed. Tommy looked at you perplexed. In a manner only you could accomplish, he was left with absolutely no idea what was going on. 

"What do you mean 'no'? What are you doing, I thought you were going upstairs eh? And Polly called said there were never any papers she needed," he'd questioned. If it was anyone else aside from you he'd probably be very angry by now. Because you'd lied to him, and Thomas Shelby didn't like being lied to. You also nearly ran him over, but it wasn't a first for that and he was honestly more annoyed at being lied to. That wasn't something he took lightly.

Especially when the lies involved stealing his car. But this wasn't anyone else. This was you. You looked at him for a moment before sighing and turning off the car, but remained in the drivers seat. Well, if you couldn't get out through trickery maybe the truth would work. And a little guilt tripping possibly?

"I'm taking the car out," you replied. "I wanted to go to the movies with Lizzie and maybe have a few drinks after. I haven't been out all week and my head feels fine. It's felt fine since the third day, but even then no one let me do anything. None of my friends or anyone else was able to come over either so I've been stuck all week and I'm bored and it's been getting lonely too." You looked at you husband whose face had softened and continued, "So I called up Lizzie and I've got to meet her in half an hour if we want to get good seats. And Thomas I love you, but I am doing this. I know you're on edge because of what happened a few months ago, but I promise I'm all good now. You aren't able to control every little thing that happens to me. I'll get hurt sometimes and so will you, and that's just life. You can't make me live in a bubble after every little bump and bruise." 

Reaching one hand out the car window you gently grabbed your husband's chin and ran a finger over his cheek, where an increasingly red mark had begun to form. Thank Heavens, for once he hadn't had a cigarette in his mouth when you'd yanked him. He's probably have a burn on his face too. You really didn't intend to hurt him, thinking it was someone else trying to grab you. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I thought you'd make another fuss if I told you and I really didn't want to argue again. I know you care about me but you have to understand Thomas, I'm a grown woman and can make my own choices about then I feel better. It's the same thing you do when you decide to go back to work after being shot or beat up. When we got married we promised to go though life together. And together means side by side, equal steps. It doesn't mean one gets to drag the other along choosing each path alright," Caressing his cheek one last time, you sighed and moved to exit the car. You were still going out of course, but you wanted to take a quick look at Tommy's face in the house where the light was brighter before you left. You knew you'd be distracted and feel slightly guilty all night, not knowing how much damage your unintentional attack truly caused. 

But before your hand made it to the car door, it was Tommy who gently knocked your hand away this time. He placed you hand gently on the steering wheel, holding it there, while he closed his eyes for a moment and thought. Then he released you hand, before making his way around the front of the car and moving into the passenger seat. For a few moments the car was silent before Tommy grabbed you hand again and turned slightly so he could face you better. 

"Love... Don't feel sorry for what you did, it's not your fault. You weren't... wrong," Tommy started, slightly unsure what to say. He knew the words you had said were right, but he didn't know what to say next. Tommy never was to good at expressing his emotions, especially the strongest ones like love and pride and fear; and he was feeling all of those right now. But since meeting you he'd gotten a little better. At least it got easier to try. And that's what he did now, sitting besides you in the car while the last rays of the sun's light left the horizon for the day. "I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to control your or our life together. I'm not. I just want you to be safe. I don't know what I'd do without you," he continued, trying to remember what you'd told him one day about how he didn't have to be charming or precise when telling you his feelings. You told him they could be as messy and unorganized as he could manage if it meant he was telling you the truth. As long as he trusted you enough to try and let it out you'd be more than happy to listen. He knew you'd never fault him for telling the truth even if you'd still scold him for hiding it. 

"The truth is... the truth is that the day you got hurt something else happened. I got a call from a man telling demanding I sign over half the company or else he'd make you pay for me," Tommy paused for a moment trying to press down his anger at the man, "I wasn't worried at first, figured he was just making empty threats. Didn't think anyone was stupid enough to touch you. Then Francis called about your fall and even then I didn't think much about him, I was only worried you were alright. But then, later that night after I saw you, I was looking at the mail. This fucker also sent a letter to the house with the same fucking demand and I didn't see it until then. There was a photo in it too. It was you and your friends sitting in that restaurant you're so fond of. The one where we always get Finn's birthday cake? I don't know how he got that photo," Tommy stressed running a hand through his hair. He knew the man was dead, but it still made his skin crawl thinking of what he could have done. "I don't know what it was, but that photo and you being hurt... it scared me. I don't want to lose you. So since you were already hurt, I used that as an excuse to keep you at the house yeah? The maids really were to make sure you rested your head, but the cars were so I could try and keep you at the house where it was safer. I even had more men posted around the premises during the day." Tommy took a breath gently rubbing his thumb over your hand. He wasn't use to talking this much, even with you. But seeing as you didn't pull back, maybe he hadn't said the wrong thing yet. "But he's gone now, I got word he was taken care of today and he won't hurt you... No one will hurt you. So we don't have to worry about him. I was going to tell you today, I promise I was. But I'm ...I'm sorry Love. I didn't tell you the truth earlier and you got lonely... I should have found a way for your friends to come here or asked you to drive around with one of me men but I didn't yeah? And that.... that may not have been the best plan but it was the only one I could think of to keep you safe. Because you are the most important thing in the world to me Love and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt because of me."

Tommy had finished now. He wasn't sure what else to say. He'd lied to you and he knew you hated that. But in his mind it was for a good cause. He didn't want to burden or stress you with problems created because of him. So he'd hid the truth until he couldn't anymore and after admitting his secrets he was left without a script. Most men would promise it wouldn't happen again, but Tommy couldn't do that. He knew that if you were ever threatened like that again he wouldn't hesitated to hide you away where he knew it was safe, even if you were mad at him for it. And you knew it too. So he wouldn't by make a promise he wouldn't hesitate to break. Not today anyway. 

The car was silent for a few moments and Tommy wasn't looking at you anymore. He did that sometimes after admitting something to you. Like he was scared to look into your eyes, and see that you didn't like what he said. And honestly, sometimes you didn't. Sometimes you wished your husband never told you the things he'd done that day or whose blood you were washing off his hands in the middle of the night. But most times like tonight, when he'd finally look up he'd see the same love he saw the day he married you and many days before that. You gently took his face in you hands and guided him to look at you again.

"Tommy, I can't say I'm not mad you didn't tell me the truth sooner, but I'm glad you did now," you started, "I'm alright and so are you and no one is going to hurt us. I get why you wanted to hide it from me, I don't always want to tell you what's scaring me either." Tommy averted his eyes and scoffed briefly at the implication of being scared. Yes, it was true but he still didn't like admitting it. "But I'm glad you told me now, yeah? It's better to get it out eventually than hold it in forever. So I wish you'd told me sooner but for now I'm glad you did. And thank you for apologizing, I forgive you... but I just ask next time someone's threatening ME, that I be the first one you tell yeah? Who knows maybe I can think of a better plan to get rid of him than you huh?"

Tommy closed his eyes briefly, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder. Talking had allowed a weight to lift from his shoulders. Not just because he knew the man was gone, but because he'd finally told you the truth. And apparently, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Yes, he knew you'd still probably lecture him slightly for lying more later, but for now he was just happy for you to know the truth. 

"Yeah Love, that I can try to do. Fuck, I can try."

Your fingers pulled the back of his hair lightly as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"'Try,' Thomas?"

A small huff of laughter came from his mouth as he pulled back to look at you again. Now that you'd both told the truth there was a lightness there, which hadn't been present all week.

"Promise, I promise you'll be the first to know if any rat bastard ever thinks of threatening you again eh?"

"That sounds more like it, my dear darling."

This time it was your turn to rest your head on his shoulder for a few moments as silence once more overtook the car. When you looked up again, you moved to gently kissed your husband on his still reddened cheek. As you went to do it a second time he turned his head, allowing your lips to connect with his as he returned the kiss gently. It took a few seconds before he tried deepening it again, and his hands had just reached the hem of your skirt when he was once again stopped. Panting slightly you resting your forehead against his, slightly brushing the loose strands on the back of his neck. He let out a soft groan at that. He loved the way your fingers felt playing with his hair like that, especially if it was late at night when you were both in bed after a long day.

"Tommy?"

"Yeah Love?"

"I still am meeting Lizzie tonight. If I stay at this house for one more minute I may actually set something on fire," you finished, readjusting your skirt and turning the car on again. If you left now you'd still just barely make it. "Like I may actually give Alfie Solomons a run for his money with the fight I'm going to put up if I don't get out within the next five minutes. Or I may pay him to do it for me, the lovely man. He use to be a boxer you know. "

Tommy rolled his eyes at the Alfie comment before smirking and leaning back in his seat, putting one arm around the back of yours, "Alright then Love let's get going."

You laughed, pushing his arm back and turned to him, "Oh, no chance in hell you're coming with me. I may forgive you for lying to me, but you're still not out of the dog house yet. Besides, this is a night for ME and Lizzie. Not me, Lizzie, and YOU."

"Come on Love. I'm sure Lizzie wouldn't mind. After all, it still could be dangerous out there. It is getting dark after all."

"Well then it's a pretty good think I can protect myself isn't it? Remember the gun Esme got me for Christmas? And so can Lizzie. You aren't the only one with tricks up your sleeve. So you. Hop out of the car before I'm forced to make you and," You leaned closer, "how about you spend the time I'm gone planning another apology eh?"

Tommy let out a huff of laughter, but complied. He walked around the front of the car again before leaning down to the still open window. 

"Another apology eh? I thought you'd already taken the first one."

"Of course, but you still have to make up for earlier to remember? After all, I won't be out with Lizzie all night and you did say you'd stay in your office until 10:30. That's something else to make up for isn't it? You didn't even give me time to start a bath to hide, cheater," you teased lightly as you played with Tommy's tie and his eyes light up like they had earlier when you'd sent him to the office.

"Oh that's the kinda apology you want isn't it? I can manage that. I can manage that very well Love. How about this time I hide for you to find me? Change up our little game eh?" Tommy kissed your hand teasingly before finally stepping back to let you leave. "Though I did help Curly clean the horses earlier at Charlie's yard, and that was a bit messy" Tommy restated your words earlier, "So when you're done why don't you start by looking in places one can get a little less...dirty eh? Maybe the bath will still be warm...."

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy Shelby imagine #Thomas Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #peaky blinders

[4izawas]

You want Katboy Katsuki!? Here. Twist my arm why don't you? /j

IDK how you want your prompts. I found no prompt list so I made my own prompt.

Gimme Katboy Katsuki that was abandoned by a neighbor - like the neighbor moved without him - and you let the angry little bastard in and he just makes himself at home and bites anyone who has anything mean to say about or to you.

we ain’t talkin abt how this is 1.6k

the rain was cold and wet, and katsuki’s nose twitched from under the eaves of the roof as he watched little puddles flood the backyard. his tail, usually so thick and fluffy and beautiful, was soaked in rainwater and mud, and no amount of grooming could get it all out. his hair was matted flat to his head with the same stuff, and the burning behind his eyes was the telltale sign that he was about to cry again. it was so stupid to cry over this, though. katsuki didn’t need them! just like they apparently didn’t need katsuki — they wouldn’t have left him here if they had. that being said, and though he’d never admit it, katsuki had cried in the last week or so more than he cared to admit. 

his family had put him in the backyard and then left five whole days ago; they’d not left him with any food, and katsuki was hungry. he’d not had water either, which was why when the rain had started three days ago ( two days into their ‘vacation’ that he hoped was fucking worth it considering the chewing-out he was gonna give them when they got back ) he’d initially been excited, even if it had messed up his typically pristine hair and  fur. he’d drank so much that his stomach had ached for hours, and then he’d fallen asleep only to wake up to thunder and no family. afterwards he stayed on the back patio, staring at the endless rain while curled up into a shivering ball, tears pricking at his eyes. 

it hadn’t been until he fell into a tearful sleep last night that he actually realized they weren’t coming back. not for him, at least. 

katsuki didn’t understand what he’d done wrong; was it because he was loud? maybe because he’d gently smacked at the eight year old when she yanked his tail? maybe he was on the couch too much — or maybe he just… wasn’t good enough to keep. maybe all those things he’d told the green furred hybrid he’d grown up with had been more like him instead: unwanted, ugly, and all the even worse stuff. 

a soft hiccup forces itself up from his throat, and katsuki buries his face in his arms where he’d had them on his knees before his body begins to shake again. he didn’t understand. he’d tried — he’d tried so hard to be good. 

his best just wasn’t good enough. 

his ears flick up when he hears a car pull up in the driveway next to his house, but then they flick down again. someone must just be turning around, no one lived in that house; it had been empty for the six years he’d been with his family after they adopted him when he was fourteen. a car door slams, and he jumps; why were they getting out? they should be going home. 

he can hear someone humming when they open a car door, can hear bags rustling and keys jingling, and he scoffs ( though its more of a shaky whimper ); his family had been gone so long that someone had moved into the house next door. 

another couple hours pass, katsuki just sitting underneath the porch as always, and nothing changes — until the back door to the next door patio opens, and the new owner comes out. he braves a peek, and his pupils dilate in interest; they were handsome, he noticed, and they were setting up patio furniture; they were lucky that theirs was enclosed by glass. 

katsuki wished his was enclosed by glass. 

a surprised gasp falls from their lips as he realizes that the new owner has seen him, and katsuki’s ears fall flat and he scrambles back. this doesn’t stop the person from coming forward ( even ignoring the rain ) and reaching a hand out, softly whispering and pspsps-ing — were they talking to him?

“-suki…”

katsuki hesitantly moves their way, his body trembling from the cold. were they trustworthy? his last family had just left him here, even though he was a good boy. 

“-tsuki-?”

he was a good boy… wasn’t he?

“katsuki!” katsuki jolts awake, his heart racing. a warm hand is on his arm, and an equally warm, bare chest is pressed to his back. quick, deep inhales of the scents around him calm his panicked heart, and he relaxes into the couch. everything is okay; you were the one calling his name, he was at home and warm, he’d been with you for ten years since you’d coaxed him out of his old backyard, he spent everybday with you either at home or at the bakery, and he was loved.  “shhh, katsuki — it was just a bad dream, you’re okay,” you murmured, and a purr rumbles in the back of his throat as he curls back up against your thigh where the two of you were stretched out on the sectional. 

mmm… mine, he thinks happily, his hands fisting and unfisting around the hem of your shirt as eases back into the formerly peaceful nap he’d been having before the bad memory had set in. his purrs get louder as he feels you tucking his favorite fluffy blanket around him and as the tv plays one of his favorite naptime shows in the background. he hears you chuckle, and smiles. as always, life was perfect. 

at least until another set of keys jangled in the lock and your stupid boyfriend ( who had the only other set ) came home. 

a soft gasp of excitement falls from your lips, and katsuki can practically feel you smiling. “hey babe; good day at work?”

“could have been better,” the stupid blond bastard replies with a sigh, “but it’s good to be home — i’m gonna shower real quick, okay? then we can order in and watch a movie if you want.”

“i’d love that, now go wash your ass,” katsuki hears you tease, and the laugh and brief conversation it earns makes him frown. 

“only if you eat it later!” your boyfriend teases, and katsuki’s lips pull back from his teeth in a silent snarl. 

“don’t be fucking gross! wash your fucking asshole!” you shriek through a laugh, and you toss a pillow cushion at him. katsuki hears him dodge and laugh again. 

“i do! i’m not one of your tiktok boys!” he retorts playfully, disappearing into the bedroom but leaving the door open to hear your response. 

“i don’t have tiktok boys!” you say, and katsuki then hears keigo walk out — no doubt naked — and into the bathroom across the hall; he didn’t like getting ‘work crust’ as he called it in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. 

he starts singing loudly and off-key, and katsuki can feel you holding back laughter. he was so annoying. 

you’d started dating keigo takami five years back, and keigo was, by all means, a good boyfriend. he was kind and gentle with you, responsive to your feelings and respectful to you to no end. he took you on thoughtful dates and kissed you gently and told you he loved you. he knew your favorite foods and music and colors, and occasionally he’d bring you little trinkets he found that made him think of you. he’d never yelled at you, not even once — whenever he was upset, he’d communicate how he felt and when you were upset he’d listen to whatever you had to say without interrupting. he has  a car and a steady, well-paying job and his hefty paycheck goes into a shared bank account so you both could pay the bills and live a cushy, comfortable life. his family wasn’t a problem ( he’d completely cut contact with them four years ago ) and his friends weren’t complete douchebags — honestly? he was a real catch, and a decent guy. 

katsuki hated him. 

he’d been sort-of okay at first, only hanging around sometimes, but then his visits got more and more frequent — and then he never fucking left. suddenly katsuki’s spot in the bed was taken up by this stupid blond man with pretty eyes and hair and katsuki had to sleep either in his napping spot or in the bedroom you’d set up for him, and it wasn’t fair. you were his, katsuki didn’t want to share, and katsuki made that very known. keigo knew katsuki didn’t like him, but he’d stuck around anyway, and it infuriated katsuki to no end. it was like keigo didn’t view him as competition at all — but katsuki would show him. one day he would be gone, and katsuki would still be here. 

keigo comes out later, toweling his hair dry as he walks back to the bedroom, his ass on display. katsuki hears you chuckle again, and then suddenly keigo is crawling onto the couch in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, pressing into your side and sighing at the feeling. katsuki grumbles lowly, and then jumps back when he feels a heavy hand on his head; keigo’s petting him, and that’s not allowed — only you can pet him. not keigo. 

katsuki claws at the man, making him yank his hand back and you sit up between them. “katsuki, no. we’ve talked about you being aggressive with keigo, and you know that’s not allowed. do it again tonight and you’ll be in big trouble — i mean it.”

katsuki pulls away from you, getting up and stalking off to his room even as you call him back in a significantly less-scolding tone. he closes the door hard, not quite a slam but still enough to get his point across, before locking it then flopping on the bed, curling up tightly. he hated keigo. and he missed when it was just the two of you. why did things have to change so much? he’d been good, so why had you chosen someone else?

his eyes sting, and he squeezes them shut. 

maybe things would be better in the morning when keigo had left for work. 

#omeganronpa #neppy has mail !! #neptune’s fishies.🐡 #katsuki bakugou x reader #cw hybrids #catboy!katsuki bakugou #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #— my hero academia.♡

[indouloureux]

hey friend, how do u think eddie would act when reader is like super nice to him, trying to strike conversations with him and seemingly flirting but he thinks reader isn’t actually flirting. but then it turns out that the whole cast (you know, steve, robin, nancy, the kids) know that reader’s had this huge crush on him since foreverrr, probably even from back when his hair was buzz.

and like, the crush is essentially not mutual but- i just try to imagine how he would act about it. like idk the idea came to me while listening to eddie my love, especially the line don’t make me wait too long.

because that might be reader thinking oh well he knows, now i’ve got nothing to lose so why deny it. and eddie was always like “ur so nice to me always i can’t tell if you’re just being nice or flirting w me” and reader’s like “i’ve never been nice to you👀” lmao not me writing this long ass crap paragraph and being embarrassed by it and making it small so it won’t look as long lol

hdksjsksn i love this idea! thank u for your request and this blurb may be longer than it should be <3

"honestly, steve, you have been annoying the living shit out of me since we drove all the way back at my house and i swear to god if i had a knife—"

"i'm just saying, (y/n)!" he argues. "you can't just always act super nice to him and let yourself mope around when he thinks you're being friendly. you should tell him the truth."

"yeah don't listen to him," robin pokes her head in the middle of your seats. "he doesn't know shit about advice. he only flirts and fucks."

"i don't flirt and fuck. i flirt and make love and date."

"right, say that to the last girl," she snorts. steve rolls his eyes at her through the rearview and pivots his car. "all i'm saying is just let him take a hint. like me! all i do is act friendly and wait for vickie to notice that i like her."

"which won't happen because she doesn't know you're into girls," you turn to look at her, seatbelt burning against your neck. "she's just as oblivious as eddie."

"okay, ignore that, my point is—" her hands are wide, open as they drag across her face and tug on the collar of her shirt. "just wait until eddie notices that you like him. if he does, yay happy heterosexual relationship! if he doesn't, well it sucks to be you."

you look down at your hands, pushing at your cuticles and turning the rings in your fingers. especially the one that looks like eddie's. "he won't notice," you mumble. "he doesn't feel the same way. maybe i should just tell him."

"yes!" "no!"

looking bemused at the both of them, you huff and shake your head, crossing your arms, feeling your heart pound against your chest once you see the roof of hawkins high appear with the rest of the people. "it's hopeless. i'm gonna die alone."

"don't say that," steve tuts. "there are plenty of guys out there. or i don't know, girls! you might be into girls too. i mean, i like boobies. robin likes boobies. maybe you like boobies." he babbles. "everyone likes boobies! who wouldn't?"

"if you say the word 'boobies' one more time, i will—oh hey, eddie!"

your eyes trail over eddie's tall figure, walking towards your car with a hand raised as a greeting. your unbuckle your seatbelt, fast and excited, sensing steve's eyeroll and presses the button to unfasten your seatbelt when you fail to do so. it snaps back in place, leather burning your neck but you're too distracted to care.

eddie's hand removes itself from his pocket and opens the door for you. a hand on top of the car as he bends over to greet everyone inside. "hey robin. harrington," he nods at him. "hi (y/n)."

the words die in your throat, especially when he offers his hand to you and you mentally decide if he's asking for your hand or a high-five. you smile nervously, smacking your palm against his and taking the bag from between your legs.

"hey, eddie,"

"do you mind if i walk you in?" he offers. but his hand lingers in the air and you can see the red mark starting to form. like an idiot, you hand him your bag and shake your head.

he frowns, befuddled, moves away when your feet steps out onto the gravel and leave the car. you glare at steve and robin, but wave them a goodbye nonetheless as eddie shuts the door behind you, slinging his bag over your shoulder.

"so, um, thanks for picking me up," you pull on your finger, hopefully pushing all the nerves aside as he looks down at you, hair blown by the early wind of monday. "i mean, from steve's car. you didn't have to do that,"

his arm moves a bunch of people away from the entrance, pushing the door open and lets you in first before he follows as he says. "nah, it's no big deal. wanted to pick you up anyway. y'know, as a thanks. a token of...gratitude."

eddie walks you to your locker, five lockers away from yours and watches you open the first pocket of your bag that he's holding, taking out the small keys. you open the metal door, your head tilted a bit to the back as you talk to him. "it's no biggie, eddie. i just..."

— like you. say it. 'i just like you'. it's just four words.

"i'm just being a friend."

coward.

you carefully take your bag from him, slinging it over your shoulder as he places a hand on the locker beside yours, squeezing his nose for a second. "yeah. yeah sometimes you're just too nice to me and i can't tell if you're flirting with me or you're just being nice."

your smile falls a little, and you try to stop yourself from slapping your own face as you snort. "nice? i've never been nice to you."

eddie shakes his head. "you helped me paint the little figurines for dnd. you kicked carver in the balls when he threatened me. you go to my shows, you talk to me a lot, you're never mad at me but i always see you stopping yourself from strangling steve harrington—"

"i'm nice to you because you're my friend," you pat his shoulder. "you need all the niceness you can get anyway."

and when he tells you a short thanks, patting your hand that's on his shoulder, your eye twitches. you don't want to slap yourself anymore, and you want to shake him vigorously and ask him why he's so goddamn oblivious.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #blurb #joseph quinn #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction

[dylanmunson]

11 with Eddie - was this your plan the whole time?!

I have two ideas so bare with me lmao, the second idea will be posted soon!

TW: death, suicidal thoughts (hinted at) idk

Prompt fic list

Wattpad | masterlist | request & prompt list

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Eddie had just finished playing master of puppets, myself and Dustin shouting at him to abort mission as the bats start to surround us. "Eds we need to move now" i say as we all make our back into caravan. "That was fucking metal!" "Was great eds but we need to go like now!" I say looking at the boys hearing the bats coming down onto the roof, "now, go!" I say pushing the boys towards the gate.

"Dustin go!" I say as we push him up into the gate back into our Hawkins, "y/n you next sweet" Eddie says "come I'll help" he says getting ready to push me up, i sigh "Eddie, i - i love you" i sigh squeezing his hand "and i love you" he says kissing me softly "now come on" i nod and push myself through the gate.

Eddie looks around "no Eddie don't" i shout "Eddie, come on man" Dustin says, "we need more time" he says "Eddie no!" I shout "Eddie no!" I shout louder as he cuts the rope and moves the mattress, "Eddie!" Dustin shouts, "this mother fucker" i shout smacking my hands down.

Eddie runs off, i look to Dustin and shake my head "stay here Kay!" I say moving a chair to so i can jump up through the gate. "Dustin please, stay here" i say before pushing myself through the gate once more to run after Eddie.

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The bats surround Eddies body, "no, no, no" i mumble throwing myself down beside him, "Eddie, Eddie can you hear me?!" "Hi sweetheart" he chuckles dryly, coughing. "Gonna be my year sweetheart" "Eddie don't" i say as tears start to make there way down my face, "DUSTIN?!" "I need you to look after my sheepies okay?" "O, no your gonna do that yourself" "finally gonna graduate Henderson, you look after them for me Kay?" "Okay" he sobs, i hold eddies head in my lap. "No, no, your okay" i sob moving his hair from his face "was his your plan the whole time munson?" I sob, cupping his face, he smiles softly up at me, "was it?!" He smiles closing his eyes softly, almost saying yeah kinda, "i love you sweetheart" i shake my head "no eds please" he smiles softly, "i love you man" he says giving Dustin's hand a squeeze, "i love you too" Dustin sobs, "Eddie please, Dustin we need to.." i say looking around. Eddie just smiles before he stops breathing.

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Eddie slowly begins to wake up in the hospital bed, thank god for Steve for helping us drag Eddie back and get him to the hospital. "Eddie" i sob, "hey" he chuckles dryly, "here here" i say handing him some water, "wh-what happened? I thought i?" I shake my head, "i know that was your plan though" i sigh rubbing my face, "it wasn't.. maybe" he says looking at the glass. "Eds its okay, you were wanted for murder and getting shit on for everything" i mumble, he nods "there was no way out" he says "hoppers alive, got your name cleared, you've been out a while" i say bringing his hand to my lips. "I love you sweetheart" i nod "i love you too eds" i mumble against his hand.

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#dylanmunson #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn fic #mine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #Dustin Henderson #eddie munson fanfiction

[fumblingmusings]

So when the Blitz was going on the Houses of Parliament got hit and the House of Commons in particular got wrecked. An incendiary bomb had fallen on Westminster Hall and the House of Commons and, essentially, they had to make a choice to either save the Hall or the Commons. Since the Hall was pushing 850 years old, and has the somewhat rightful nickname as 'the mother of parliaments' it was decided that age before beauty, and England is nothing but off the shits for symbolism, and thus, Westminster and its lovely wooden roof was saved.

Meanwhile Arthur's actual current main parliament looked...a state.

It's fine. Just needs a lick of paint.

Anyway for the rebuilding after the war a bunch of Commonwealth and Colonies gave 'gifts' to go towards its repair. Mostly ashtrays and inkpots of all things. Very necessary in 20th Century UK parliament. But obviously the big guys gave the best presents right?

Like I knew the table was Canadian Oak. I remember that's a bit of a thing they bring up from time to time. I didn't know the chair was a replica built by Australia nor that the doors were from India and Pakistan. Also don't mock the Kiwi boxes. They're fancy boxes

Imagine being smacked in the head by this. RIP.

Anyway because Arthur is simultaneously very boring/very wise depending on your attitude (and still off the shits for symbolism) they basically built the chamber the exact same as it had been, maybe a little less gothic fancy schmancy. A little.

But I like to imagine Arthur doing that constipated 'I'm not crying' look as they put a bunch of chairs and tables and clocks and furnishings back in. Every nook and cranny of his Parliament - the parliament that represents his people - is made up of items from those thousands of miles away. Mattie is there, Oz is there, India and Pakistan made their stamp on that building every-time someone walks through the door... It's inescapable, a humming presence of everyone he knows - and loves even - at the very centre of his being. Over time it's become less an exertion of a colonial power demanding gifts and more small acts to prop up a battered figure... Idk. A legacy of others - for better for worse - engraved into his core.

#*waxes poetically some more* #hetalia #hws england #historical hetalia #headcanon #want to make your dad cry? build him a table #that'll get him good #op

[burninlovebutler]

Hi bestie! 11 for the drabble prompts?

- Sage 💚 (@sagesolsticewrites)

prompts here✨

thank you sageykinz for the request 🥰

why i thought reblogging FLUFF and DRABBLE prompts was a good idea when i can’t write anything sweet or short 😭 idk but here it is

this came out kinda long so it’s actually more of a drObble , i apologize - also sorry if it sucks 😅

[i also kinda changed the wording of the actual prompt sorry 😅]

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‘We’re friends now, sorry, there’s no escaping it.’

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“That’s not how you’re supposed to do that.” You frustratingly grumbled looking over at your irritating co-camp counselor Austin’s dumpster fire that didn’t resemble neither an art or a craft.

You two were sat at the back of a cabin monitoring the adolescents messing around with glue and glitter in front of you. It was only about a week before camp was over and you never had to see this annoying blonde ever again. Between the kayak incident – which you were still finding chunks of seaweed out of your hair – and then there was the bonfire incident… and he even cost you the ‘Most Honorable Camp Counselor’ award. You couldn’t wait to get home and start your summer internship. But here you were, building popsicle stick huts with the menace that had been assigned to you.

“You ever think maybe I want it to look this way?” He gave a sly smile back, carefully placing a glue covered stick atop the mess he called a house.

You glanced over and tried to stifle a giggle at how ridiculous it looked, but promptly regained your composure.

“Ah see!” He laughed nudging his boney shoulder into you, “You do think it’s a masterpiece!”

How someone could be so infuriating and have such a cute laugh, you had no idea. But you hated it. At least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself all summer.

“I never said that,” Returning your attention to your pristine popsicle stick home. “But maybe yours isn’t that bad.” Hiding a tiny smile as you added some puffballs to your roof.

Just as you were about to put your final touches on your wooden home, the blonde stealthy slid your homes together, gluing them to one another. “Austin!” You gasped and smacked his arm, “I worked hard on that!”

He just gave you a playful smirk, “Look we gotta be friends, we’re neighbors now.” Then shrugged with a big grin, “There’s no escaping me.”

Even more annoying than the boy himself was the flutter in your tummy when he smiled at you like that. But you rolled your eyes with a groan, “Fine. But if we’re neighbors I have two conditions.”

“Shoot.” He said confidently like he was on the edge of a victory, ready to cross the finish line.

“No parties,” You pointed a finger at him and narrowed your eyes, “And no kayaks.”

He chuckled remembering the entire boat tipping over and your high pitched screaming, “No promises.”

(i was also requested a Part 2 to this, if you wanted<3)

#i feel like this screams my writing tone lol #anyway thanks for the request sage even tho this isn’t what u signed up for lol #drabble #drobbles #fanfic #austin butler fanfic #mel’s asks #ask games #sageykinz

[kyun-toast]

[ATEEZ] Mafia!San - Will You Join Me?

word count: 2.9k warnings: explicit language, gun use, violence, description of death (not explicit), sexually suggestive, gets a lil steamy summary: cupid has a bullet with your name on it a/n: Y/N a little dramatic and San annoying af. I wrote this in a two hour flash at 2am, so this might be deleted after I reread it tomorrow because I’m pretty sure a lot of this is just me chatting shit.

1. Yoon, David – 12:45 Note to self: likes donuts. probs dunkin’, maybe krispy? idk just look for a man w a paper bag.

“I’ll have to warn you though, the lift is under maintenance, so you’ll have to take the stairs.” The receptionist smiled at you sympathetically. “I can get someone to help you with your suitcase if you’d like?”

“Oh no, it’s ok, I’ll just find another place to stay. I have weak knees anyway.” You forced a laugh and hoped the lady didn’t notice the dead look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry about that, love.”

Turning away with your suitcase in tow, you headed towards the building opposite the hotel and hoped that the rooftop would be easy enough to access.

It was quite irresponsible of you not to have a backup plan. It seemed that being named the sharpest shooter in the underground world had gotten to your head a little, but you argued that a bit of spontaneity never hurt anybody. Though your target would beg to differ.

Being a public building of offices, it was all too easy for you to reach the roof of the building. You found that walking with your held head high and gaze set straight ahead would never get you questioned. Who would ever stop someone with a walk so confident?

Thankfully, the rooftop hadn’t been turned into some garden space: an air-conditioning fan over here, a water tank over there. You checked your wristwatch reading 12:40 and muttered under your breath. The damn hotel lift had taken precious minutes of your time and compromised your view.

You opened your suitcase to set up your sniper, giving your little black cat charm on the side of your gun a squish. Cute.

Sitting on the case with your stock snug against your shoulder, you peered into the scope to get a closer view of the revolving doors to the bank. Oh great, there’s a lamppost in the way.

Mr. Yoon was apparently quite the punctual man, always seen stepping into the bank doors after his lunch break at exactly quarter to one and therefore, your window of opportunity was thin.

“I want it done today or you’re getting sniped yourself, Y/N.” You heard the voice of your boss yap in your head again. Blah blah blah, same old threat. You argued that procrastinating the man’s death was actually something very considerate of you to do.

You heard a familiar clatter of metal hit the floor and you turned your scope to the rooftop opposite to see a man in overalls with his toolbox open on the floor.

“Lift maintenance guy?” You muttered to yourself and wondered if the mechanics of elevators ran all the way through to the rooftop. You made sure that you wouldn’t be in his line of vision and swivelled back to your original position, cursing the man under your breath for ruining your first choice of setup.

12:44

“Come on, Yoon. Lunch time’s almost over.” Your finger lay restless on the trigger, itching to get a glimpse of the bank teller.

20 seconds.

“Krispy or Dunkin’ what will it be today, entertain me.”

10 seconds.

You saw the man turn the corner and waited for him to get a little closer for you to shoot.

5 seconds.

“That’s it, just past the lamppost and you won’t even know what hit y- what the FU-?” You shouted and quickly clasped a hand to your mouth. Mr. Yoon hadn���t even made it past the post, and he was already laying on the pavement in a growing pool of blood.

Calculating the angle in which he was laying, you spun your vision around to the hotel rooftop and saw the maintenance man begin to pack up a sniper back into his toolbox. Taking off his cap, you noticed a flash of white in his jet-black hair and just like he knew you were watching, he turned with a smug grin on his face and shot you some finger guns.

“Oh, you little fucker.” You spat, and watched the man jump down into a hatch to disappear.

You slumped dramatically onto the floor and splayed your limbs to stare blankly at the sky. Never in your life had you ever missed a shot, let alone have it stolen by someone else, and your boss had your phone ringing to rub it in your face.

“That wasn’t you, was it?”

“Listen, what if? You know, what if that was my thirteenth reason? I just couldn’t take it anymore and that was it. No more Y/N. You wouldn’t even come to my funeral, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t because you’d be too broke to have one. You realise you’re not getting paid for this?”

“Why? He’s still dead?” You sat up in disbelief.

“Well, it turns out someone else wanted him gone too. I can’t lie to our client and say that we did it.”

“You’re oddly moral for someone that runs a hotline for hitmen.”

“I’ll call you if I find you another job.”

“Justice for freelance contract killers.” You muttered weakly as he ended the call. The faint sound of police sirens filled the air as you let out a heavy sigh and lay back on the concrete.

You pictured the man and wondered who it was that would even think to render the notorious Y/N L/N jobless. Though you did have to admit that it was a clean shot.

“Skunk-hair looking ass.”

2. Kim, Seungho – 18:00 Note to self: babysitting. easy target but kid knows NOTHING.

You were stationed by a corner window in an unfinished apartment building with a trainee by your side, setting up his kit.

Stood by the trainee, you scanned to see if everything was in the right place, checking the kid’s posture too. You had been sent by your boss to reluctantly train a young recruit and you joked if you had been demoted following your last predicament. You were never in it for the money though, you lived for the adrenaline.

The boy had potential and you saw it, he just needed to make cleaner shots because three bullets somewhat near the target’s vital organs wasn’t going to cut it.

“What’s your name again?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.” The recruit replied, his eyes never leaving yours, in absolute awe.

“Eyes on the scope.”

“I’m sorry, nobody told me I’d be getting trained by you. The Seoul Shooter? Like wow.”

“Ew, is that what they’re calling me?”

“Yeah, well I think it’s a pretty cool name, they used to call me ‘Jitman’ in my hometown, not very creati-”

You shushed the boy and tapped his shoulder as you pointed to a small figure in the distance.

“You see him through the scope? Now keep your hand steady, never feel as if you’re being rushed. Death works to your schedule.”

“Got it.” Jisung said, following the man with his gun.

“Ok, on 3… 2… 1…”

You heard the bullet cut through the evening air and hit the target neatly through his office window.

“Bro? That was so clean? That has to be one of the sexiest shots I’ve seen in a while-” You began.

“Uhh, that wasn’t me, Y/N.”

Before you could even process what had happened, you heard the rustle of footsteps patter down the stairs behind you. Taking out your handgun, you moved towards the open door to find the same man you had seen on the hotel rooftop stop in his tracks on the landing. Clad in a fitted black sweater and jeans this time, he looked a whole lot more attractive close up.

“You again?” You exclaimed; gun still pointed at the man as he dropped his duffel bag to raise his hands.

His eyes widened, not in shock, but more with an excited glint in his eyes.

“Oh my, it’s Y/N, the Seoul Shooter.” A coy smile painted his lips as he shook his white fringe out of his eyes.

“See, everyone calls you that.” Jisung interjected from behind.

“Shut up, Han.”

“Word around town is that you’ve been unemployed for some time now,” nodding towards Han, he added, “and it looks like the rumours are true.”

“I’ve actually decided to take a break you know? Let the other kids have a chance at making a name for themselves. Bit of charity work.”

“Y/N kinda got demoted because you keep taking their shots.” Han interrupted again.

“Hey, who told you that?!” You narrowed your eyes at the boy. Han Jisung was a smart ass and you vowed then and there that you wouldn’t take on any more training sessions.

You whipped your head back around to the man eyeing your body up and down.

“My eyes are up here, sir. Unless you really wanna get shot.” You spat.

“Well, I’d die a happy man if you were the last thing I’d see.” He smirked in retaliation and studied your eyes carefully. “Well, my job here is done, I better be on my way. Got a big cheque waiting for me.” He grinned as he reached to grab his bag and carry his way on down the stairs with footsteps too light-hearted for your liking.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Jisung asked as you watched the man disappear into the evening.

“I don’t think killing a man for taking my shots is justified.”

“What, and sniping Mr. Kim Seungho just before he gets to feel the bliss of clocking out is?” He laughed. “Do you know what I think, Y/N?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, I’m not going to say anything.”

Han Jisung tormented you the whole drive back to the quarters.

“Y/N and Skunk Man sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes lo-”

Smack.

“Ouch, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just kidding.” He laughed as an idea struck him, “K-I-D-D-I-N-”

Smack.

3. Park, Kiha - 10:32 Note to self: bad man. bad, bad man. but big, big cheque.

Having had your last two shots stolen, mystery Skunk Man was beginning to get on your nerves. You were seething to the point that you demanded your boss give you another job, itching to defend your title of being the finest shooter in Seoul.

Laying on the floor of a rooftop hangar, the man had the gall to pop up out of the hatch to set up his station right next to you, as if you were both on some picnic.

"Nice seeing you here today, Y/N." He said, sitting cross legged to mount a scope to the top of his sniper.

Not even bothering to take your eyes off the target, you muttered, "I got here first, you better back off." voice laced with venom.

"Well I've been promised a cheque too, we're all just trying to get fed around here."

Ignoring him, you glanced down at your watch that read 10:31. Any time now, Park Kiha would be walking through the glass bridge to get to his meeting in the twin building.

Steadying your finger against the trigger, you held your breath and counted down from three, two, o-

"I like your cat charm by the way."

You pulled the trigger only for it to stray a little to the right, still hitting your target, just a little less central than you would have accepted.

You shot up from your position to face the man laying on his side, head propped up against his hand to look at you.

"Do you have something against me? Do I even know you?" You exclaimed, carding your gloved hand through your hair.

"No uhh, but I saw your face on a bounty poster once and thought you were cute." He said, attitude too blasé. "That was a nice shot though, I was going to wait a few more seconds."

"So you saw my picture, and started following me around to antagonise me?"

"Nah, I just happened to be super lucky to have been put on the same cases as you. Big bad men have a lot of people after them I guess?"

Throwing your equipment back into your bag, you watched the man proceed to roll over onto his back with his arms behind his head to look up at the sky.

The mid-morning sun cast a golden glow over his skin and though you spent most of your life working with guns, his uniform and kit next to him looked a little different, almost attractive. They suited him a little too much and you thought that if a sleek sniper were to be personified, it would look exactly like this leather clad man.

"I should ask for your number, the way you're looking at me right now, Y/N."

"Good luck, you won't get it." You turned to step down the hatch as he propped himself up again to watch you leave.

Choi, San – 15:25 Note to self: he’s kinda hot tho :/

So, we had finally put a name to the face. As your boss handed you a folder, you were slightly taken aback at the small ID picture pinned to the top of the file.

“You might be a little happy about this one.” He said, taking a sip of coffee. “He’s been recently recruited by ATEEZ as their sniper. Quite a deadly one too. He was scouted shooting pheasants down in the Namhae countryside apparently.”

“Hmm, how much?” You questioned.

“A million dollars.”

“Excuse me? A mill-?” You choked on the air and composed yourself just as quick to nonchalantly lean against the filing cabinet and look out the window, “I don’t know, he didn’t look a million dollars-worth to me.”

“He hasn’t been in the game long, but man has he taken down some big names.”

Though you didn’t necessarily feel too attached to Choi San, you did think that you were going to miss him a little. It was nice having a friend on your level to spar with.

Who were you kidding? You thought he was hot and that it would be a shame to have to shoot him.

But on second thought, you had been itching for the adrenaline in the trigger again, and the million dollars looked a lot sexier to you than some man.

“I’ll take it.”

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San was all too easy to find. He seemed to enjoy hiding in plain sight since no common person would recognize him in the bustling streets of Gangnam. Nestled in the corner of another rooftop, you zoned in on the recognizable black and white hair sat outside on the terrace of a café.

Once you were ready, you repositioned your finger on the trigger and focused the cross hairs on the familiar head. You were steady until San lifted his head and stared right back at you through the scope, sending you a wink.

“Shit.” You muttered, his actions throwing you off and when you repositioned your aim, he had slipped into the crowd, now lost.

“No, no, no, no, no, Choi San, ugh.” Seeing that he knew what you were up to, you got up to pace around the rooftop. Your mind worked nonstop to find an alternate solution but all you could conclude was to go home, stay low and pick another day to continue.

This man had thrown you into the worst slump of your life, but you were somewhat enjoying the chase and you hated to admit it.

The abrupt sound of a closing of a door behind you had everything clicking into place.

“You pretty motherfucker, had this planned, didn’t you?” You laughed.

Upon hearing the cocking of a gun, you turned to pull out the throwing knife strapped to your thigh and pulled his body in by his collar to reach his throat. And it just turned out that San had the same idea in pushing his handgun up underneath your chin at the same time, faces a little too close.

“I like your beret.” San said candidly, jerking his brow up at the hat on your head.

“Me, too. It’s Marine Serre.”

“Nice choice.”

“I’m going to count down from three and we’re going to drop our weapons, ok? And talk this out like adults because I for one, didn’t wanna kill you.” You bargained.

“Sure.”

“Three, two, one!” The both of you pulled away for a split second in bluff only to reposition your weapons against each other’s throats again.

“I knew it.” San smirked.

“No, for real this time. I mean it.”

“Go ahead, baby.” He smiled as his gaze dropped to your lips.

“Three, two, o-”

San cut you off by leaning into your lips, placing onto them a kiss so intense, almost mirroring the violent nature of the situation. However, what surprised you more was that you let yourself melt back into him. He let his gun clatter to the floor to walk you backwards into the wall behind, hoisting your leg up around his waist.

You broke away from the kiss for air when he smiled, “I mean, it is kinda hot, but I would appreciate it if you could stop holding that knife against my throat right now, Y/N.”

“Ugh, fine.” You muttered as San leaned back in to kiss you whilst roaming his hand around your thigh, ridding you of the rest of your knives and smirking against your lips in satisfaction.

Feeling his bulge grind between your legs, you both only grew more fervent for each other as you kissed.

“Wait, I wanna take you on a date first.” He pulled away to look you in the eye.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Mhmm, to Bar 1117.” He hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Isn’t that your company’s place…?”

“Yeah, they’re gonna love you.” He whispered, peppering small kisses down your throat.

“Are you trying to recruit me or fuck me, San?”

"I mean, you can kill me now and leave for that million dollars or you can come with me for a new job and that million dollar dick."

"You're unbelievable."

“I heard you were doing freelance anyway, baby.” He looked into your eyes again, a mischievous glow blooming across his face, “So, will you join me?”

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disclaimer: San’s pie chart hair is one of my all time faves but I also can’t stop thinking that it looks a little skunk-like. In the cutest way. a/n: I've edited this a lot since I posted it and I think I'm gonna keep it

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Mafia AU Masterlist

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #mafia!ateez #mafia!san #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez mafia #ateez mafia au #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez oneshot #san smut #san x reader #san imagines #san scenarios #san fic #san oneshot #san drabbles #san angst #san fluff #choi san

[living-scrap]

I’m honestly so bewildered rn. Like wow. Like. I rarely see ANY blue exorcist fics let alone x male readers. I... could I plz request a Rin x male reader where we just hang out and goof around at his place during a sleepover? The night is peaceful and cold while we run around Rin’s huge almost desolate place throwing pillows at each other while Yukio is very tired of the ruckus we’re making lmao. Maybe you could add in some other characters like Shiemi just to make this a lil more wholesome maybe?? Idk, this isn’t very romantic for a x reader(there’s definitely some cute lovey chemistry in the air tho),and I’m kinda fine with that cuz I just want to hang out and live my life with this guy,like I love him.deadass.

Young,dumb and in love.

Shivering as you clutched your pillow. The walk to the boy’s dorm wasn’t far but it sure felt like it. Raising your hand to knock the door quickly opened revealing a confused yukio. ‘Hey yukio!’ You waved with a small smile,still slightly shivering. ‘YN? What are you doing here so late?!’ He yelled as he ushered you inside into the somewhat warmth.

‘Did rin not tell you? I’m sleeping over!’ You beamed at the boy who only shook his head in disappointment. You turned your head as you saw rin fumbling down the stairs,rushing down to greet you. ‘YN! You made it’ he smiled as he grabbed your shoulders. ‘YN also says he’s,sleeping over?’ Yukio cooed at rin in a sarcastic tone,clearly pissed that he wasn’t told about the sleepover. ‘Yeah,I forgot to tell you.’ Rin shrugged.

He quickly pulled you by your wrist upstairs,with a obviously tired yuki following. Stopping at his and yukio shared room he opened the door,proudly showing it off. ‘Welcome to our humble..Adobe?’ He sounded confused about his word choice but quickly shook it off. ‘So,where will I sleep? Where will shiemi sleep?’ You asked,as you looked around. Rin tilted his head as yukio’s jaw dropped. ‘Shiemi is coming?!’ They yelled at you in unison. Dropping your pillow in surprise you bent over to pick it back up before pointing to the blue haired boy.

‘He told me she was.’ You mumbled. Rin jumped when he realized yukio’s deathly glare. ‘Sh-she can sleep in a separate room?..’ Rin attempted to make things better,but only added fuel to the fire. Yukio huffed,calming himself down. ‘There’s four bunks for a reason. If she wants she can sleep on the top bed of mine.’ Rin and you quickly nodded,agreeing with the younger brother.

‘YN,let’s go to the roof. Right about now it should look really pretty outside!’ He grabbed your wrist,and looked up at you. Your heartbeat felt like it got faster as your face became slightly warm. Dismissing the feeling you nodded. ‘Yeah!’ Rin grinned as he began to drag you out of the room and up the stairs. You could swear,the whole time he practically dragged you upstairs was similar to heaven. How he kept looking back and smiling at you was the best part.

As soon as he opened the door you were both hit with a gust of wind,causing a giggle to slip out of your mouth. Rin felt his face slightly heat up but also,dismissed the feeling. ‘Woah..look at that!’ Rin pointed at the sunset,how the color of the lights matched. The Shadows were shorter now,making everything seem bigger. ‘It’s beautifully’ mumbling as you walked closer to the edge,enjoying the view. It all went away as soon as you were hit by another cold wind,making you shiver.

Rin took notice of your shivering. He was thinking he could do something nice and you appreciate it,or he could do something nice and you’d hate it. He sighed,pushing the bad thoughts to the side. Taking off his jacket he placed it on your shoulders,covering your arms. He could practically feel the tension in the air,he thinks he either fucked up your friendship or possibly caused the start of something new. Looking to the floor as your face flushed. ‘Thank you,Rin.’ He only grinned as he pat your shoulder. ‘Your welcome.’

Both of you jumped,startled by the sound of the door slamming open. ‘Rin,shiemi is here!’ Yukio yelled. ‘K!’ Rin yelled back as he turned. He took your hand this time,instead of your wrist and began to walk to the door back inside. You smiled as you saw shiemi,twisting her foot and waiting. ‘Shiemi!’ You yelled as you ran with open arms,she jumped when she heard you yelling her name but quickly opened her arms when she saw it was you.

She quickly engulfed you in a hug before pulling away and waving at Rin with a smile. Yukio clapped once ‘alright,I’m going to sleep.’ He turned and walked back to his dorm with all three following behind. Rin quickly grabbed your hand once again,hoping nobody would see.

‘Shiemi I love your pants- they look so comfortable where did you get them?’ You asked. They looked fuzzy and very baggy,which was the most comfortable thing you could possibly sleep in. She smiled sweetly before answering: ‘from this little shop not far from here,I think it’s called city market?’ You beamed ‘thank you! Me and Rin have to check it out sometime’ you tugged on rins hand,pulling his attention to you. ‘Right,Rin?’ He only nodded,completely confused on what was going on.

Sitting on the bed thinking for something to do. ‘What are we going to do now?’ You cooed as you laid back. Before you knew it you were hit with a pillow. Quickly jolting up you saw Rin snickering,without second thought you hit him with one back. Suddenly you were being attacked from your side,looking over you saw shiemi giggling as she hit you with her own pillow. Hitting her back she only laughed louder. The sounds of clashing pillows and laughter filled the room but it all game to a sudden stop when yukio groaned.

‘It’s 11pm! Go to sleep!’ Yukio yelled,but was quickly shut up as shiemi hit him with a pillow. She stood with proudly as she grinned. ‘So that’s how it is huh?’ Yukio playfully sneered as he put on his glasses. He quickly grabbed a pillow and hit shiemi back before hitting Rin as well. His eyes landed on you causing a panicked yell to escape your throat as you attempted to run. But you were Quickly hit by his pillow.

Rin easily got revenge for you as he smacked his brother with a pillow. Laughs and giggles continued to fill the room as everyone attacked Yukio. It somehow ended up with you still standing as everyone laid tiredly on the floor or their beds for the night. Beaming pridefully you puffed out your chest: ‘I’m the king of the pillows!’ Everyone bursted into laughter. You only pouted in response.

Everyone was tired,Yukio had fallen asleep on his bed while shiemi was wrapped up in her blanket on hers. but you and Rin hadn’t reached your limit,so you settled on watching a movie on your phone.

Both of you were huddled in a singular cover and eating some popcorn ukobach had made for you both. Leaning your head until in hit rins shoulder,you felt him tense but after a minute he had calmed down,rather enjoying the act. Over time he’d gotten sleepy as decided to lean his head on top of yours. Both of you just huddling in the warmth of the cover and one another.

What a great sleepover.

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[jenojaemssss]

dazed and confused

pairing: jeong jaehyun x gn!reader

genre/categories: angst, college!au, frat boy!jaehyun, a bit of fluff

word count: 3.6k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble wtf)

warnings: mentions of sex, allusions of sex yk the vibes, oh and a lot of cursing 'cause i lack the ability to keep language below 14+

synopsis: jaehyun isn’t scared of heights. he isn’t afraid of roller coasters that dropped at those terrifying heights. but he is, in fact, so utterly terrified of falling.

a/n: y’all this was supposed to be a drabble…but i wrote too much and now it’s a fic and idk how i feel abt it LOL anyways, it has not been (and will probably never be) proofread so please excuse any grammatical and spacing errors! i will now go cry with my 3 assignments due in like an hour.

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faded. drunk. confused. mentally unstable. all these words, along with maybe 30 more could be used to describe your current state as you sludge your way into a familiar bedroom at the nu chi theta house after puking up probably a lifetime’s worth of alcohol.

the god awful ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head makes the room spin, but you’re awake enough to recognize that the room was currently occupied. before you can mumble out a string of curse words and a sorry, you particularly notice exactly who was inside the room.

you’re caught off guard by a, now pissed looking, jaehyun along with someone who you don’t immediately recognize. you realize then who’s room you just entered and mentally smack yourself, reminding yourself to rid of the habit.

the other person is hiding underneath a blanket as jaehyun does his best to cover their figure, protecting their privacy to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting his ordeal.

it takes you a couple seconds to fully register what was happening in front of you and you scoff.

so that’s how it is.

jaehyun, on the other hand, has his eyes widened. so wide that you think there are more whites visible than the typical brown orbs. he’s gaping now, mouth open and trying to think of excuses as to why he was in bed with someone else after dumping you only 2 days ago.

in his defense, there’s no need for an excuse. the two of you were already over, and he could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck. you could be doing the same.

but you aren’t.

instead, all of yesterday and the day before, you hunkered in your bedroom, cuddled in a blanket with tissues sprawled all over your bed and the floor. you went to your classes, hoodie pulled up way over your head to shield your puffy face and baggy eyes, came home, drowned yourself in ice cream, and cried.

yet he’s here, hooking up with people after leaving you heartbroken. you should’ve listened to jungwoo when he warned you about his flatmate; about his tendencies to sleep around and leave his relationships in the dirt.

when you and jaehyun first began flirtatious interactions with one another, it wasn’t in your intention to start anything serious with the dimple-faced boy. yet one encounter followed another and you never realized how hard you were falling until you were up at 3 am smiling at messages he’d sent you the previous day.

when he asked you to be his girlfriend after about 2 months of successful dates, you were ecstatic. your mind raced back to jungwoo, correcting him telepathically. he was so wrong about jaehyun. he was the sweetest person you’d ever been with, and was so patient with you.

It even made jungwoo take back his words after you announced the relationship to your best friend.

he said jaehyun had changed since he’s been with you.

that change lasted about 4 months afterwards.

4 months of pure bliss; cute dates like picnics at 11 pm after going on drives, watching the sunset from the roof of a nearby apartment building, jumping fences into the expanses of lakes after hours.

4 months of being pressed into a mattress with jaehyun gazing down so lovingly at your writhing body. him pressing into you as your mewls surround the small bedroom. him holding you as both of you come down from your high.

4 months of falling in love with jaehyun.

all to waste after he texted you during class, saying that he needed to talk to you. at least he had the decency to not dump you over text.

jaehyun said something along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me,” and mentioned that he “doesn’t like being tied down.” you remember nodding, emotions not surfacing until he stands up and leaves you at the coffee shop just around the corner of your dorm building.

your coffee shop. the one you two went to whenever you wanted to find the other. it was like your secret hideout, because no one from your campus knew of this place, even though it was so close to home.

you thought things were going so well, the two of you even making plans to meet each other’s parents over the coming break. but with only a few words from one side, and wordless nods coming another, everything faded to dust.

so as you stare at the man who shattered your heart with someone else underneath him, you plaster a polite smile before flipping him off and exiting the room. his shouts follow you, and you inwardly scream at him to shut up. he has no right to sound so broken at the moment.

you pass by jungwoo on your way out and he immediately notices your tense figure, trailing his eyes towards the direction you were coming from. his jaw clenches when he realizes, wanting to barge into the room and beat the living shit out of his flatmate, but instead follows you out the house.

the blaring music coming from the beaten house becomes muffled by the time you step foot outside the door, tears threatening, but not yet falling from your bloodshot eyes.

jaehyun isn’t slow to catch up with you, but is stopped by a raging jungwoo before exiting the house. jungwoo warns jaehyun to leave you alone, but jaehyun is persistent, pushing past his friend to grasp your shoulder before you could storm away from his reach.

his previous rendezvous has been completely forgotten, and all jaehyun could focus on was you. he notices how you reeked of alcohol, a hint of marijuana radiating from you as well. what he notices the most, though, was that you had a hint of his favorite perfume lingering on your skin.

before you have the chance to turn around, jaehyun is ripped from you, a loud smack following almost immediately after. jaehyun stands, one hand holding onto his pounding cheek while the other grip’s jungwoo’s shirt.

your best friend has both his hands tightly fisting jaehyun’s shirt, staring bullets into the boy’s face.

“you have no right to barge out here and chase us down after you let y/n go,” jungwoo growls. he sees red, heart hurting for his best friend. he cares about you so much. the two of you always fitting into one mold, completing each other, and every time either one of you had their hearts broken, the other would be there to fix and mend everything.

yet, he’d never seen someone hurt you as much as jaehyun did. however much you hurt, it hurt him equivalently. he knew this one was different, because the pain you felt was so much more intense than any you’d experienced before.

what pushed jungwoo even further off the ledge for him to act like this though, was that if he were to be in the same position as you, you would be doing the same thing. you’d also be doing your best to keep him from hurting himself over and over by someone who only meant trouble.

“woo, that’s enough,” you mutter out before coming to push the two boys away from each other.

“y/n, let me explain,” jaehyun grabs your arm as he says this, eyes searching yours for some form of reaction. your previously watery eyes are dry now, and the emotion that was threatening to overcome you minutes prior have all disappeared. you shrug off his hand.

“there’s nothing left for you to explain.”

it killed you, but you had to muster the strength to spit those words at the man you were falling in love with. you knew that it would have been worse if you were to hear him out.

“y/n please just-”

“that’s enough,” you whip your head in his direction, warning him with your eyes.

“but y/n-”

“i said enough!” you’re yelling now, slightly pushing the boy back. he stumbles over himself, and jungwoo takes this opportunity to grab your shoulders and tuck you safely behind his back. you had tears running from your eyes, frustrated at the tugging of your heartstrings because you’re supposed to hate him. you were supposed to be elated that you were in this situation, him begging for your time.

yet it hurt seeing him so broken in front of you, begging for another chance. it hurt so damn much, and you’re so angry at yourself for being such a pushover.

jaehyun straightens himself, looking in your direction but not quite at you because you're hiding your face behind your best friend’s denim jacket covered back.

“y/n, i just want to apologize.”

“there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“there-”

“no, jaehyun, there isn’t,” you use this as a stepping stone to emerge from behind jungwoo, who’s calmed down a bit since connecting his fist with jaehyun’s sharp features.

“don’t talk. let me finish,” you raise a hand before he could get another word out of his mouth. he shrinks a bit, but his eyes focus on your figure slowly approaching him, letting you know he’s listening.

“there’s no need for you to apologize for whatever you were doing because we aren’t together anymore and you can sleep with whoever you want. i don’t care, it’s none of my business. you don’t have to apologize for me walking in on you, because again, none of my business anymore.” you take in a deep breath before you continue.

“if you were going to apologize for breaking up with me, there’s no need. what’s done is done,” you whisper. you feel a huge lump form in your throat. you do your best to swallow it, along with your pride, and smile up at him.

you can’t really read him, but you can tell he’s in thought. you continue.

“if you were to apologize,” you began, sniffing up the snot that’s beginning to trickle down your nose. you probably look like a mess, but you could care less. you needed to get all of this off your chest. you wouldn’t have any other opportunities, so might as well do it now.

fuck the fake smile. fuck faking it til you make it. this is so much better.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were sincere with me,” you continue. jaehyun’s eyes go wide, and you notice the slight, subconscious, shake of his head. you proceed.

“i shouldn’t have believed it when you said i was different. fool me once, shame on me. but you continued to make me believe that i was different.” jaehyun opens his mouth, but you give him a look that shuts him up completely. he needs to fix that habit of always wanting to interrupt.

your ramble continues. “you should be apologizing for lying to me when you said you wanted to meet my parents. we set up the date and everything, and they were actually looking forward to meeting you, but now i have to tell them you aren’t coming,” you speak as calmly as you can. anything related to your parents always makes you ten times more emotional in every situation, and this was taking somewhat of a toll on you.

“you should be apologizing for making me feel special all the damn time. you made me believe i was the only one for you and that you were the only one for me. you made me feel so fucking foolish after you left, you know that? i thought we were doing so well, and you just left me in the dust after being so fucking vague. what do you mean ‘it’s not me, it’s you?’ it makes absolutely no fucking sense,” you’re almost hysterical now as you let everything fall down your face. you’re still eye to eye with jaehyun, and he looks taken aback by your declarations that he’s rendered speechless.

your next few words are what makes jaehyun’s world come crashing down.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were falling in love with me too,” you whimper. you’re full on sobbing now, and jungwoo assists you from falling to your knees.

it takes jaehyun a couple moments to register what was happening, a couple moments to fully comprehend what you were saying; what you meant.

you were so broken because you were beginning to love him. and he let you go.

“i’m..i’m-”

“leave, jae. do it when i’m asking nicely,” jungwoo’s low voice echos from your spot on the ground. your shoulder shake with every sob you’re letting escape you.

“jungwoo, let me fucking talk, okay? stop interrupting me every damn time while i’m trying to figure things out with y/n. this was our relationship, not yours!” he’s yelling now, and jungwoo shrinks. he knows he’s stepping over the line, but some things reach a limit, and jaehyun is reaching his.

“yes, i know y/n told you things, but did you know that i used to wait after classes when the weather turned bad just to make sure y/n wouldn’t be walking home in the rain? always forgot an umbrella when it counts,” he chuckles the last line, eyes teary.

“did y/n tell you that every single time my phone rang, i was internally wishing that the name popping up on the screen would be ‘lovely’ and no one else’s? i always wait for your calls, you know,” he directs it to you this time. “they always made my day.”

you raise your head when you realize he was walking to you. when you see his tortured expression while reminiscing his feelings for you, you suddenly had the urge to run up to him and wipe away the tears falling from his handsome face. you hated that that was your first thought, though.

“did y/n tell you i was falling too?”

you tense at his words, and jungwoo scoffs.

“if you were falling, why did you break things off?” the words leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. your mind was running a mile a minute because in what world did it make sense for jaehyun to dump you when he claims to be falling in love with you.

“i was scared,” he finally mutters after a couple seconds of painful silence.

“what is there to be scared of, jaehyun?” you’re standing now, jungwoo completely baffled at the interaction taking place in front of his eyes. he realizes then, that maybe jaehyun was telling the truth.

jaehyun was scared of falling.

jungwoo recalls all the times jaehyun has been in an actual relationship, but can only remember one other time that he actually introduced someone to the boys as his. all the others were just casual flings, where they'd be slipping out the door before anyone could acknowledge their existence.

when he broke things off with that past relationship, his actions were similar to the ones he’s portrayed the past few days. silence in his room instead of the typical blaring music from his sound system. a shocking decrease in teasing his housemates. jungwoo even noticed that he didn’t see the dimples on jaehyun’s face as frequently.

the one other person ended the same way, jaehyun breaking it off about 4 months into the relationship, saying he didn’t like being tied down.

he didn't like being tied down? he doesn’t like...shit, what a fucking dumbass. he’s scared of being in love, jungwoo realized.

“that’s what you meant,” jungwoo states his epiphany out loud and he stands up. he brushes off any dirt from his pants and begins to walk towards the house, knowing that whatever happens on the front lawn would heal more than harm.

you look at your best friend in confusion, but he plasters a grin on his face and looks in your direction before turning to jaehyun. “you need to stop being such a wuss.” and he’s back inside the house.

“it seems like everyone’s mission is to cut me off today, and it’s getting a little aggravating,” he tries to joke and you just stare at him in silence. he takes it as an, “i don’t care, just talk,” and begins his tangent.

“i broke things off with you because i was scared,” he begins. you follow his words with a nod, emphasizing that you’re listening to the man standing across you.

“i’ve never been in love before, and i didn’t realize how-how utterly terrifying it felt. i was close one time, but i broke things off before anything else could develop because i didn’t think i was ready for it. i felt like i was incapable of love for a while because of my stupid frat boy image, you know?” you nod in response to his rhetorical question and he begins moving towards the small bench sat on the lawn. you follow suit and sit yourself down a good distance away from him.

he talks again, this time sounding more regretful than anything. “i sometimes tell myself how idiotic i am because i let them go before. if i just had the balls to accept the fact that maybe i was falling in love, i wouldn’t have to see them roam around campus a couple months after with someone else.”

you remember briefly jaehyun’s previous relationship. it was the talk amongst your campus because the jeong jaehyun was in an actually relationship with someone. and people were making bets on how long they thought it’d last. same as they’ve been doing for your relationship with him.

“it all kind of got to me without much of a warning because like, shit, falling in love with someone meant checking your phone every 3 minutes cause you’re scared you missed their call, or calling them if they took too long to assure you they’re home safe, that kind of thing,” he smiles. “no one teaches you that.”

you chuckle dryly because he hit the nail on the coffin. no one tells you the details about being in love, only mentioning the feelings and not the irrational things you’d do for them.

jaehyun continues after he assures himself that you’re listening to his words and internally heave a relieved sigh. he was scared you were going to have things come in one ear and out the other.

“at the same time, if i kept them in my life, i wouldn’t have met you. we wouldn’t have developed a relationship, and i wouldn’t have began to fall in you,” he scoots a bit closer to you, and you let him.

“and you wouldn’t have broken my heart like this,” you retaliate and he physically winces.

“ouch. you’re not wrong though,” he smiles, dimples reappearing on his face.

“get to the point, jaehyun. it’s cold as fuck and i don’t have a jacket,” you complain when he’s silent for a little too long. you’re holding your arms now, hit by the frosty air. when he’s silent for another moment, you look up from your feet, ready to complain again. but instead, you’re met with a hoodie being pulled over your head and you’re stunned.

“when i said i was cold, i didn’t mean for you to give me your hoodie.”

“well, too bad,” he smiles widely. the hoodie smells like him, and you take in his scent. the sweater was a bit larger on you, so you begin to roll the sleeves up, pulling your arms out of the sweater paws.

“as i was saying, i realized i was falling in love with you and i was just- i don’t know, i was scared. i think i’ve said the word scared like 10 times today, but what other word is there?” he chuckles. you do the same.

“so i did what any other sane person would do and dipped. i ran away from my feelings because in my brain, it was the best thing to do. and i hurt you in the process because i was being a selfish asshole, and i’m sorry,” he finishes, you assume. as you’re thinking about how to respond, he catches you off guard with something you never thought would leave jaehyun’s mouth.

“oh, and i love you. i’m sure of it,” he declares.

and you’re crying again. as intoxicated as you were just 30 minutes ago, you swear that in that moment, you weren’t drunk on the drinks or faded from the j’s, but you were intoxicated by jaehyun.

the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s smiling at you.

he stretches out a hand in your direction, asking for your permission to take your own and grab his hand in response. his hand engulfs yours like a hug, and he intertwines his fingers with your cold ones.

“so does this mean you love me back?” he questions.

you nod, because you can’t think of anything else to say. you’re so utterly in love with him that you’re rendered speechless, you fool.

“and does this mean we can start over?” he asks, hoping for another nod.

instead, you speak. “why were you fucking someone else when i got here if you’re in love with me?”

jaehyun is now the one rendered speechless and gulps before answering. “have you ever heard of heartbreak sex?”

“isn’t that supposed to be with the one who broke your heart?”

“yeah, but if we had sex, i would only fall in love with you more.”

“and you don’t want that?”

“i do now,” he smiles.

you roll your eyes and say nothing.

“i’m sorry i hurt you.”

“you better be.”

“i promise i won’t do it again.”

“next time you do, i’m chopping off your dick in your sleep so you won’t be able to go have heartbreak sex with someone else.”

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akksjajd idk if you meant comment on the post or send you an ask but if i made it in time kagehina for your speedwrite thing you just posted hehehe

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Brontophobic

Ships: Kagehina

Warnings: Thunderstorm mention

Prompt: Shoyo Hinata is heavily brontophobic, meaning he cannot stand the sights or sounds of thunderstorms. One night during a match with Sejoh, a severe storm falls above the gym. How will little bby react? And how will Kageyama make him feel better?

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A sudden clap of gentle thunder caused Shoyo to flail and fall to his butt, allowing the attempted quick attack to fall completely short.

“Hinata wh-“

“ ‘msorry! Won’t happen again!”

“Wasn’t that supposed to be that formidable quick that everyone was fawning over?” Oikawa teased with a sneer, letting his fingers brush along the net, “Or maybe the great savant Hinata is finally falling short.”

“Shut up!” Kageyama barked, “Stop using such big words to make yourself sound cooler!”

This pissed Tooru off, causing the brunette to groan and narrow his eyes. The blow of the Ref’s whistle brought them back into play.

Hinata and Kageyama lined up for their freak attack... With an audible smack, the ball completely whizzed past Oikawa and Iwazumi onto the floor.

“There’s the formidable quick.” Kageyama teased in a heavily mocking tone.

The jet-black haired boy couldn’t relish in their little victory over the great king for long, for his mind was fogged with suspicions about his partner.

“Hey, asshole. What was that?” He inquired gently as the team was called for a water break.

“O-oh! Nothin’! Just a little jumpy is all.” Hinata lied straight through his teeth, squeezing an eye shut at the sudden flash of lightning.

That’s when he knew. He figured it was better to not say anything though.

“That better be all, we need you to be here and ready to kick Oikawa’s ass.” Kageyama’s lips curled into a slight sly grin, “He’s been on top for too long. It’s our turn to dethr-“

A slightly louder boom filled the team’s ears, causing them to stare out the windows out of habit. Poor Shoyo flinched and tried to subtly cover his ears with his towel.

“Hm. Looks like a storm is blowing in. I hope they don’t cancel the game.” Suga casually mentioned.

Luckily, Tanaka took notice to his underclassman’s actions, swiftly stepping over to Daichi.

“Cap.” He whispered, “I don’t think Hinata is going to be able to play through the storm.”

“Oh! I wanted to talk to you about a new play idea!” Daichi announced, shortly after pulling his underclassman to the side, “What’s going on?” He whispered.

“Daichi, he doesn’t look okay.” The wing spiker replied in a very hushed tone, “I think he’s scared of the storm.”

Scared was an understatement, thunderstorms were all too much for Shoyo. The drumming rain against the roof made his heart pound, the roaring crashes of thunder made it feel like there was cotton in his throat, the white flashes and bolts of lightning made his breathing heavy and quite uneven. Luckily, the rain outside was gentle, and the thunder was near silent, so he was okay for now.

He had a job to do. No time to worry now.

The orange haired boy rose to his feet, ignoring his upperclassmen’s’ piercing stares, and wobbled toward the court, abandoning his water bottle on the bench beneath him. He assumed his position and waited for the play to begin.

It was all the same pattern. Nishinoya or Daichi receiving Oikawa’s serve, allowing the quick to pull through. Then Kageyama to destroy with service aces, using the exact same serve as his predecessor. Everything was going swimmingly until an absolute explosion of thunder echoed through the gym. Every player paused in shock.

“Weather break. Ten minutes.” The Ref announced and the team turned toward their bench to take another, well deserved, break.

That’s when all Karasuno eyes fell upon Hinata. He was glued to the floor with his hands over his ears, fingers tangled through his hair, pulling tautly. He was shaking vigorously and trying to choke back tears, only seeming to cry harder as the thunder continued to roar outside.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Is be okay?”

“What’s going on?”

“Daichi? Did you know?”

“Everyone stop! He’s not a circus freak!” Daichi finally hissed, making a move toward Hinata.

“Hinata? Hey, hey. You’re alright.” Kageyama stepped toward his partner, kneeling down to his level, “Everyone get out of the way, or cover him so Sejoh can’t see him.” he barked.

The team obeyed Kageyama’s wishes, placing the blame of his snappy tone for the direness of the situation. They stood around the duo in a circle, facing outward, with Asahi and Tsukishima glaring daggers at Oikawa and his team. Their blockade was perfection.

“K-Kageyama.” Hinata’s eyes were squeezed shut as he trembled, “I... I can’t. I- not... no- can’t- help. please, jus’ help me Kageyama.”

The genuine pain-staking fear that laced Shoyo’s voice was absolutely excruciating to Kageyama. He had never had too prominent of a soft spot for his partner, but seeing the orange haired spiker in such a state caused his heart to squeeze.

“I’m going to take you somewhere, just us.” Kageyama stated in a low tone, “I’ll keep you safe, I promise. It’ll just be you and me. No one else needs to be where we go except for us. Does that sound okay?”

A gentle nod from Hinata was all the team needed for approval. They all moved carefully. Daichi and Suga each grabbed an end, hoisting Hinata up from the floor and onto Kageyama’s shoulders like a backpack. Asahi and Tsukishima stood on their tippy toes to keep them hidden, and Kageyama stood breathing gently, struggling to keep his composure.

“We’re going to go to the club room. Send Suga-San when the weather break is over please, Captain.”

The first year didn’t even wait for his Daichi’s answer. He swiftly turned on his heel and ignored his surroundings. Oikawa’s sudden teasing calls fell upon deaf ears. When they reached the club room, he made a move to set Hinata to his feet, who only clung to him like a frightened cat.

Kageyama sighed and took Shoyo’s hand. He gently maneuvered his partner around to hold him close to his chest. The rain continued to pound against the roof, and the sporadic claps of thunder kept them both on edge for very different reasons.

“You’re okay. You’re safe. Nothing will get you here.” Kageyama whispered, as he brought his head down on top of Hinata’s.

“Don’ let go. Please.” Hinata whimpered as he nuzzled into his partner’s chest.

Tobio let out a fond breath of air and gently placed Hinata’s legs down, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy very tightly.

“I’d never let you go in a time like this.”

He moved to lay them both down on the matting, snuggling the spiker close into his chest. When the thunder began to rumble, signifying an oncoming boom, he covered Hinata’s ears. They remained here until the weather break was over.

When Sugawara gently opened the door, he was met with his two energetic first years cuddling each other on the floor, with Kageyama’s hands still over Hinata’ ears. Except this time, the spiker’s eyes were shut peacefully. His eyebrows were furrowed, but a patient smile was on his face. Suga let out a fond breath of air. Kageyama did it. He put a petrified Hinata at peace.

Perhaps they could have a different setter and spiker for the game.

Since, you know, it was still raining.

And he was pretty sure the boys had fallen asleep.

Suga shut the door and turned on his heel, ready to tell Daichi what he saw, and what his plan for the game was.

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu comfort #tobio Kageyama #kageyama tobio #shoyo hinata #hinata Shoyo #comfort fic #comfort #karasuno #sejoh #anime #brontophobic #brontophobia #Kagehina #anime fanfic

[imthepunchlord]

Do you have any thoughts on how the guardian role is handled lore wise? Would you change much about being the guardian?

Oh yes I do and there's so much that I would change up.

The more we see of the Guardians, the dumber they are and the more pointless they are. To a point it's a wonder if they were worth the inclusion as they don't amount to much and are just useless. I'm putting this undercut as I just go off.

- Lore wise, they set it up that adults are naturally more powerful, so why did Fu pick two kids to fight his battles for him? Why not adults? Why did he leave them on their own instead of offering them some means to have an edge over HM?

- Of the Ladybug and Cat, we have yet to see anything unique that the Cat brings to these fights that the other 15 miraculi that Fu has with him couldn't do. You need a distraction that's going to mess up the akuma? Monkey and Fox. You need a protector/aggressor? Bee, Turtle, or Dragon. Ladybug is a must as its the only cleanser so far and has ML to boot, but Cat doesn't need to be out there, and as soon as HM had quite publicly stated that he wants LB and Cat, Fu should've reclaimed the Cat immediately to secure its safety and that HM won't get both. Another or two could go out to replace it.

- Why was picking Adrien a good idea? If Fu had just arrived in Paris, ok, but Backwarder reveals he's been living in Paris for a while. And with that, he's seen Adrien's face everywhere.s Adrien is potentially the most well known kid in Pari. Technically, for Fu's want of secrecy, why pick the most iconic face in Paris to get a miraculous? That sets up one of your heroes to always have attention on him. Fu picking Adrien doesn't make any logical sense.

- Why is Fu ok with endangering one kid but not the other? Why does Marinette get a test set up that risks her life and Fu's if it hadn't gone well and Adrien just helps an old man up, a common decency that most would do. It's like two extreme differences that don't work well in comparison as Marinette gets the risky test and Adrien it looks like he got his miraculous on a silver platter as he got the far easier one that takes the least effort to be a decent human being.

- Fu being a terrible mentor and hero picker in general and the whole shebang with Syren. If Adrien is not meeting his standards or if he doesn't trust Adrien at all, why is Adrien being allowed to continue as a hero? Or if he really wants Adrien to stay, why isn't he doing anything about Adrien? Why isn't he telling Plagg to encourage Adrien to step up and get serious? If he can take on the role of being Adrien's Chinese teacher, why not do that to try and guide Adrien to improvement so he can also be trusted with Guardian secrets too and truly help Marinette out. He's got two options when he doesn't trust Adrien or finds that he's meeting his standards: he takes the miraculous back or he addresses this issue himself.

- I also call big BS about him not doing anything at all when he comes upon Adrien detransformed on the roof with Plagg. Cause he's risking himself going out to find Chat Noir only to find him detransformed. That realistically should raise some brows and concern him. Adrien at least should've gotten a lecture or warning.

- Also the reveal that kwamis aren't allowed to know about their own power. that to me is off putting. It really stresses that kwamis are beneath them, these very ancient and powerful beings that have probably seen a lot. And canon validates it by making them children (which to me is the writers being lazy so they don't have to do complex characters).

- The whole thing with Fu's backstory. Dumbest backstory I've ever heard and it just paints Guardians in a really bad light, and by extension, real life monks. Monks didn't go to people's homes to take children. If they did take kids with them, those kids had nowhere else to go and offered them a place to stay until old enough to be on their own. And that test, omg, wtf. Ok, I can get the idea of a test of temptation, but there are other ways to perform it without starving a kid. Especially leaving said kid alone unsupervised with 19 powerful miraculi two of which have wish granting abilities. How would the Guardians even know if Fu used a miraculous as they left him alone with mriaculi. If Fu wanted to, he could've made a wish to never be picked.

- Fu didn't even do shit when he finally had a chance to face off against HM. He just sat in his damb ball and allowed himself to get knocked around. At least try and roll over him! Be a ping-pong ball! DO SOMETHING. Like, why did you even pick Turtle??? Turtle wasn't able to do anything against Butterfly! I thought it could as Fu had been ready to go in Origins, plus the 5 are based off Wu Xing, by set up, Fox and Turtle should have some sort of an edge over the Butterfly. But I guess that means there could be other options aside form LB and we can't have that, Marinette's miraculous needs to be the only thing to take on the Butterfly to really stress on the fact that it comes down to only her.

- The memory wipe thing that's an apparently must when you retire from being the Guardian. Honestly I think that should've been saved as a last resort if you're ever captured and could be forced to leak info, not when you retire. Doing so removes a valid source of advisement that a new Guardian can rely on. History is there to learn from it and this tradition removes a source of history to learn from, either from having guidance or seeing what the old did and how you want to change things. This also makes me concerned as I see Adrien taking advantage of an amnesiac Marinette.

- I went off about the NY Special revealing there's more Orders here.

- And lastly, Su-Han, the other Guardian to see aside from Fu. And with him, it solidifies how stupid they all are. When the Butterfly is being misused in Paris, why is someone aggressive and judgmental coming to Paris? Why is this guy even working with kids when he doesn't like kids? And the reveal that Guardians don't use miraculi at all. That just makes that test all the dumber with testers being unsupervised. And for Guardians not meant to use miraculi, how come Marinette gets a nice perk as LB that she can pull a miraculous out of her yo-yo? They're probably playing that she's "the first" to do so but realistically, I'm pressing x to doubt. In the long history of miraculi and when Guardians were around, you expect me to believe that Guardians never used miraculi themselves? What if there was no one to turn to, do they just the disaster happen? ...Well, based on how terrible canon is setting them up, I wouldn't be surprised.

SO.

There is a lot I would change up about the Guardians and for this, I'll adjust canon.

- Adrien gets the ring another way, maybe a gift from his mom or aunt or grandparents. Realistically, there's no logical reason for Fu to pick Adrien. He just has too much attention on him and Chat being an unexpected miraculous user can make him wary, adding to him only trusting Marinette.

- I'd have Fu be more present in Marinette's life, a customer who comes in a lot. This way he can offer advise when needed but not take away from Tikki. And this has him more closely keeping an eye on things.

- I'd change up Fu's backstory. He got separated from his family in a flood, the previous Turtle saved him, tried to help him find his family and with no luck, took him to the Temple, but only the section where other orphans are where they work to help take care of it, oblivious to the miraculous near them. After a year, Fu is one of the few selected to be entrusted with miraculous knowledge. He's surprised but not all that for it as he'd rather go find his family still. Idk how Temple falls but its not that. That was just dumb and avoidable.

- I wouldn't have Adrien meet Fu at all. In truth, it actually could've been cut out entirely as Adrien meeting Fu didn't amount to anything. He doesn't help with Guardian duties, doesn't help pick heroes, hasn't stepped up at all in his role as a partner. And he's not as torn up about Fu's loss as Marinette is. Adrien meeting Fu was pointless in the grand scheme of things. Nothing was progressed or changed from Adrien meeting Fu.

- I'd have HM ONLY getting an edge on Fu because Mayura was there to help him, catching Fu off guard. I want to see the Turtle truly in action, to see what else it can do cause sitting there to be smacked around was just unimpressive. And if Asstruck even did as much research as he could, he'd know that in Chinese mythology, the Turtle is a boss. It's the keeper of history and symbol of immortality, and it's up there with Tiger as an animal that can go toe to toe with the Dragon. And of the Four Symbols (associated with 4 seasons), the Black Turtle is also known as the Black Warrior. There should've been a lot more to Turtle than just sitting in your shell and allowing yourself to be knocked around.

- Su-Han I'd drastically change up. I'd keep in him being critical and stern, but he approaches things smartly and patiently. Before he dives into aggression and accusations, he wants to know what's going on. Why does this 14 yo have the Miracle Box? How was the Butterfly obtained and misused? And what the hell is going on??? How are these people so small and how did they get into this thin glass box?? Computer? What's a computer??? Essentially, have fun with the fact that Su-Han is essentially a time traveler and one great bonding experience to have with Marinette while also offering some good comedy is him learning about the modern time and her acting as his guide. Su-Han can give her guidance that Fu hadn't been able to give, and Marinette can offer her own in a way that Su-Han will need. Which by extension could remove Marinette having a near mental breaking point and revealing herself to Alya, and could avoid some of that drama of what's coming.

- Speaking of which, Adrien. I'd use Su-Han to finally address the issues with Adrien as a hero and partner. Su-Han prioritized Marinette as she has the Miracle Box, but Adrien is someone he'd take the miraculous away from. Adrien would get a very clear warning and call out for his actions and role.

#ask Punchie #long post #Adrien salt #Fu salt #Guardian salt

[phonoix]

List of Sambucky AU's based on my current obsessions/thing that I really like and have a special place in my heart:

Pride and Prejudice (2005) AU:

Yep, I've been obsessed with this movie/book my whole life and I've rewatched it recently under the new tfatws light, and boy oh boy,,,

Bucky is Mr. Darcy for, what I hope are, obvious reasons.

And our sweet angel Sam is Elizabeth.

Like, imagine the potential of this. This is perfect!

Tony as Mr. Bingley and Steve as Jane (or vice versa I still need to wrap my head around this cuz Stevie is more of a Bingley kind of simp, idk this is complicated).

The ingredients for the perfect fic are here: Enemies to lovers? Check! Mutual pining? Here it iiiss! Just add a bit of sneaky glances at social gatherings and a pinch of hand touches while dancing and it's gonna be perfect!

Your Honor, I love them, they're perfect.

Bucky is all tall, dark, and moody and he meets Sam who roasts him at a public ball because he's unsocial and instantly falls in love with him.

And then proceeds to pine for him for the rest of his unsocial life.

Rumlow as Wickham??? I mean,,, I've read some stony Pride and Prejudice au's, and Rumlow is ALWAYS Wickham so it makes sense,,, idk? OR MAYBE WALKER OMG MY MIND!

The proposal in the rain scene??? with those two? the sexual tension would be through the roof!

Rebecca as Georgiana??????? Like the scene where they're all at Pemberley and Georgiana is playing the piano? Bucky being all adorable with his sister and Sam sees them and just bolts out of the room, and then just him and Mr. Barnes being adorably in love:

"I'm really fond of walking" "Yes, I know!", SPECTACULAR!

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MRS. DARCY SCENE BECAUSE I WILL START A RANT AND NOBODY WILL TOLERATE ME ANYMORE!

I still haven't found any fics for this pairing, my heart aches.

That's it, that's all you need to know about this.

The proposal AU:

Okay, hear me out! I've loved this movie since I was a tiny bastard, and along the way through my magical walk in the fan fiction realm, I've realized that this movie IS THE FAN FICTION.

It has it all: Fake dating, enemies to lovers, there was only one bed, ''your family loves me and they're the only ones that have shown me love in eons'', ''oh what a surprise I'm slowly falling in love with you too bad you don't love me back''. Chef's kiss.

So it only makes sense that this is perfect for Sam and Bucky.

Bucky is the super successful and super mean boss of Sam and they hate each other.

Sam just wanted to publish his novel and now he has to deal with the devil.

Oh no, the devil is not a US citizen and now has to leave too bad,,, wait what do you mean we're engaged?

So they go to Sitka (I mean, it would make more sense if they went to Delacroix but the movie is set in Sitka so they'll go to Sitka.) and Bucky finds out that Sam basically owns the whole place? Wait I thought you were poor.

Anyways, Sam's family loooooves Bucky even tho the man is not really the life of the party...

Oh, your love story is so romantic why don't you guys get married here?

IT'S WEDDING PLANNING TIMEEEE!

Oh my god Ramone... Oh my god,,, Zemo,,, as Ramone,,, what have I done? Now it's stuck in my brain. I can't imagine that scene with Zemo,,, somebody call a priest I need some holy water.

Well you know the drill, they actually fall in love and Bucky feels really terrible to lie to this wonderful family so he leaves Sam at the altar and returns to the States.

And then Sam connects the dots...

Oh shit, I might be in love with Bucky, I need to stop that plane!

And the scene when they're back at the office???

The only thought of this makes my brain malfunction, I've been in love with that scene my whole life and now I'm imagining those two idiots. What has become of my life?

Avatar: The last Airbender / Legend of Korra AU:

Now, this is a little bit more intricate but I suck at words and my brain is scrambled eggs so bear with me.

Steve is the avatar (cuz, I mean,,, he's basically Aang, like, frozen in a chunk of ice, saves the world, sweetest boy on earth but I would smack him on the head sometimes and overall a very good person).

Tony is basically Asami Sato: so a super cool non-bender from the fire nation, he creates all of the cool stuff for Team Avatar and basically kicks ass while looking cool as fuck. Did I mention that he's cool?

Nat is a Kyoshi warrior.

Wanda and Thor are both firebenders, like,,, they both wear red and Thor shoots lightning, it's pretty obvious.

Peter, Clint, and Pietro are all airbenders.

Bucky is an earthbender, he's Steve's childhood friend, they fought briefly in the 100 year war that he ''dies'' and gets captured and brainwashed by the Dai Li and becomes the world infamous Winter Soldier.

He's also a metal bender, like I imagined when he was in Wakanda he had Shuri put some metal plates on his vibranium arm so that he can use them like Kuvira does. Or he's a lavabender or who knows maybe both idk he's very special to me and I think he would be a veeeeery strong and badass earthbender (like Toph level of greatness)

For a very brief period of time Steve, Bucky and Sam were all pro-bender athletes and competed in pro-bending tournaments as Team Avatar. They're literally children, let them have this.

Wakanda is basically Zaoufu, all of the Wakandans are super skilled metalbenders and vibranium is the only metal that nobody knows how to bend. (but you can bet your ass the Wakandans know how to).

Sam is a waterbender (look I'm not very sure about the other characters but I'm 2000% sure about Sam and Bucky okay? I feel it in my heart, Sam is water and Bucky is earth because I said so).

I mean, he's calm, patient, and good which is why is a suuuuuper good healer, like the best you'll ever find, but he's also super strong and could break your spine with medical pecision in 00.3 seconds.

He mastered bloodbending like a champion at 14, he can even bloodbend in broad daylight but refuses to use it because he knows how painful it is. (His dad tought himand Sarah but Paul isn't like Yakone with Tarrlok and Noatak, he was actually a good parent and didn't force them to learn it against their will)

While searching for Bucky with Steve he has the chance to use it against him, the Winter Soldier is going apeshit, but chooses not to because he's just that good and believes that not even someone like the Winter Soldier deserves this kind of pain, which is fun because while Bucky was a prisoner in the hands of the Dai Li they had some bloodbenders to use it on him. (man I sure love me some good old fashioned ANGST)

Okay back to the man, the myth, the legend Sam Wilson:

He's the son of the chief of the Southern water tribe and he was supposed to become chief after Paul but he left to help Steve before his dad died so now OUR BELOVED SARAH IS CHIEF, LIKE THE BADASS-ANGEL SHE IS. Honestly, she deserves it, like it's a lot of responsibility but she's more than up to the task than anybody else, even a little bit more than Sam.

Chief of a whole tribe, super skilled bender and a single mom of two, the whole South Pole loves her and you can bet that there isn't a single kid that goes to bed on an empy stomach. Not on chief Wilson's watch.

Like really the Wilsons are the most powerful, skilled and badass benders in the whole South (and maybe even in the North cuz I don't like the Northern water tribe), also babies Aj and Cass are super good benders and they almost beat Bucky while sparring (he lets them almost beat him because they're kids and he's not gonna let two kids loose but he has to admit that they've been raised by a force of nature, and Sam, so it's only natural that they're so strong)

Steve is both Captain America (or Captain Republic City I swear I have no clue how the geography works in this au) and the Avatar so he decides to give Cap's mantle to Sam, this of course sends Sam into a mental breakdown.

And unfortunately Walker becomes Cap instead of Sam, you know the drill,,,

All of the Avengers and the Avatar team are FURIOUS and try in every way to give the shield and the title back to Sam.

So Bucky decides to take the matter in his metal hand, steals the shield and ends up being and enemy of the crown and he's wanted in the whole Earth Kingdom.

He can't stay with Steve and the team anymore or they'll all be in danger, he can't go back to Zaoufu/Wakanda because is still Earth Kingdom territory so Sam gets him to the South.

And mind you, this is for the sole purpose of the development of Sambucky, so Bucky and Sam have to split from team Avatar to go to the Southern water tribe and they basically spend a three months honeymoon where they finally realize their feelings towards each other.

We need at least one (1) "Homoerotic sparring scene" where one ends up on top of the other, we NEED it.

While in the South Bucky learns that Sam was supposed to be chief and just teases him reletlessly but he realizes that the whole tribe loves him and Sarah and considers both of them as their leaders. Like they're walking down the street and someone greets Sam with a "Morning chief!"

And Bucky slowly falls in love with him more and more and overall just realizes every day how much of an amazing man Sam is. And starts calling him Cap and Chief as pet names.

Super cute ''cool gay uncles moment'' is when they get Aj and Cass penguin sledding they call Bucky ''Uncle''. Bucky dies on the spot and then he and Sam just proceed to look at each other with heart eyes for the rest of the evening.

Fluff and feelings ensue, they both come to the realization that they love eachother but being the total dumbasses that they are they just keep it to themselves cuz "Oh, I bet he doesn't like me in that way, he just sees us as friends", ya know,,, that kind of bullshit.

And then they kick Walker's ass because he deserves it.

The final battle against Walker is basically the last Agni Kai Zuko+Katara VS Azula, so we have Sam and Bucky against DIYshield!Walker but the coward woke up that morning and chose violence so he decides to shoot a lightning bolt at Sam. Bucky (the great self sacrificing idiot that he is) shields Sam and gets the bolt for himself.

(YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE A METAL ARM WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU CAN'T REDERECT LIGHTNING.)

So Sam has his Badass Katara moment™ and defeats Walker, then proceeds to fall at Bucky's side and he just spills all of his feelings cuz he thinks that Bucky is dying. (You know,,, like the moment we were supposed to have with Zuko and Katara in the finale, don't come at me I'm a firm Zutara shipper and I'm still bitter that they weren't endgame)

They work it out in the end, they smooch and they're happy. Sam is finally officially Cap. They probably have a beautifull wedding in the snowy landscape of the South Pole and all ends well.

I still need to sand some edges off and stuff but this has been in my mind for sooooo long I needed to share it with someone, there are some HUGE plot holes like the timeline (time is a very difficult concept for me lol) or the geography in this au like is there America or the Avatar geographic asset? Idk it's all very confusing but I'll get there. Remember? Scrambled eggs brain...

Buzzfeed Unsolved AU:

Pretty self explainatory.

Bucky is Shane and Sam is Ryan.

Sam belives in ghosts and Bucky is just a little shit about it.

This one is basically Bucky watching Sam's powerpoints about the big three.

You know whenever Ryan asks "Are ghosts real?" Shane would look in camera like he's in the office and shake is head?

Bucky does the same thing when Sam says "The big three".

The whole Internet belives that Bucky is either a demon or he's a time traveller that killed JFK beacuse he looks like he knows too much about this stuff.

So whenever they're covering a True Crime case Sam would just ask Bucky if he knows something about it.

"What do you mean you're not the Zodiac Killer?"

"Okay, I can't belive you're not D.B. Cooper." "Sorry Sam, I'm pretty sure that's Loki."

And then they go on their dates investigate at hauted locations and Sam is very scared but luckly his boyfriend ghost hunter best friends is here to taunt demons and protect him.

And now,,, the most recent one, I basically birthed this au like two hours ago and I'm writing all this instead of finishing my finals project but who cares. (two hours? Make it five! You stupid idiot, you've been procrastinating on your homework for five hours while you were writing this stuff. You're crazy, you're never going to graduate)

So, for all non-european folks I bet you have little to no clue of who M��neskin are, or maybe you recently found it out, (which is great, I want you to know that I love you, I need your hand in marriage now!) still I'm gonna need you to stop reading this right now and go listen to this two particular songs by Måneskin:

"I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE" and "FOR YOUR LOVE". (idk why the titels are in all caps you'll have to ask them)

Go now!

Okay now that you're back I just want to say that these are THE horniest songs by Måneskin and I just love them,

Anyways, this brings us to the last of my recent au's which is:

You guessed it:

Rock band AU:

This one is as easy as it gets:

Bucky is the singer in a band, Natasha plays the bass (this is all based on the fact that Bucky and Nat have big Damiano and Victoria vibes, not everyone might see this but let me dream,) Clint at the drums and idk Stevie at the guitar?

Anyway, they're playing at a bar and Sam walks is and our baby Bucky who's a big slut with a heart of gold just falls head over heels for him.

So he just starts singing "for you love" first and then "I wanna be your slave" (they have to follow this precise order beacuse literally the first sentence in "FOR YOUR LOVE" is "I wanna be the first man you look at tonight" so it makes sense) all while not breaking eye contact with Sam NOT. EVEN ONCE. Bucky needs to get his point very clear to Sammy.

And the point is that he's a slut, that's it.

I mean, those songs are EXTREMELY EXPLICIT, so this will call for some very explicit fic content but if I only remotley think about seggs stuff I have an allergic rection so this will stay closed and safely tucked away in the itty bitty slutty corner in my brain.

Really those songs are just- I don't have the words to explain them,,,

I will probably add more once my brain starts functioning properly again.

#okay how do you tag something like this? #sambucky #caatws #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #winterfalcon #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #fanfic #alternate universe #pride and prejudice #jane austen #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #maneskin #I swear I have no clue what I just wrote here #this is a shitshow #and also kinda of a shitpost? #idk what i'm writing #idk what to tag this as #idk what it is #I am very confused stressed and sleep deprived so you can imagine in which conditions I wrote this #hope you like it #will add more later #buzzfeed unsolved #bfu true crime #bfu supernatural #the proposal

[clownistyping]

A Witch and A Hick

'Meet cute nasty.'

Hi! I'm back kinda? I'm just here to post this lil self insert story of me and Lester Sinclair from House of Wax. He doesn't get enough love and I wanna kiss him so much.

I may change the title, is Lester a Hick????? He can be if you don't think to hard about it. Idk how many chapters this'll be bc its just me writing lol. This also got up to almost 2k words so 😳😳

Also @darling-disastrous here it is uwu

The vans brakes squeal as the girl presses down on them, Elizabeth Mayfield bounced back from the vans push. Her hair covers her face, It's filled with leaves, crystals and hair wraps on single strands. 

"Oh shut it Chariot." She grumbles and smacks the steering wheel, putting the van in park as she looks around her surroundings. 

Parked in a gas station parking lot, barely anybody around and the moon is high and bright, 

"Good night for a reading huh?" She turns to ask the dog in the back of the van. Who raises his head from the mattress in the back, the mutt puts his head back down. Turning on the roof light as she walks, 

"Move over, Mac." She grabs the cards from her bag. Pushing past the hanging crystals and dreamcatchers, she sits next to the dog. 

She hums and closes her eyes as she shuffles the cards. Letting her mind empty itself, her breathing is in sync with the dogs. Setting the cards in a pile of four, she draws the first card. It tells her what's at hand, seven of cups. She raises a brow, 

"Love?" She looks at her dog who sniffs her wrist covered in homemade bracelets, she smiles. Her face heating up, 

"Love." 

The second card speaks of the past and how it's changed her, six of cups reversed. 

"Try to be easy going, I was and I am." She puts the card back in the stack and pulls the 3rd, this will offer her food for thought. 

The high priestess shows, 

"Act more on feelings than facts. Is what I'm doing not enough?" She gestures to her van, hinting at her traveling lifestyle. 

"Is this what you're referencing to?" She lifts the seven of cups and places the two cards down together. Shaking her head she lifts the final card, which tells her a course of action she can take. The chariot arrives in her hand. 

"Again, is what I'm doing not enough?" She says out loud, 

"I named the van after this card. Come on give me a break." She says to no one but Mac listens. 

"Should we go further?" She pets the mutt who leans into her hand, 

"Maybe somewhere, where nobody will bother us." She mumbles and lays on the mattress, 

"Maybe I can be a forest witch," she mumbles and closes her eyes, letting sleep take over. 

Lester spits on the ground, he looks up at the bright moon as it shines through the woods. The music plays gently in the background, 

He hums along with the tune of 'season of the witch.' And pats his thighs to the rhythm, 

"Purdy night ain't it, Jonesy?" He asks the dog that sits on the back of the truck with him. She licks his face and he laughs. 

The sun peeks through the back doors, waking the girl in the van. She hums and sits up, Mac is standing in front of her ready to go. 

"Good idea." She says and takes him out to use the bathroom. When she puts Mac back in the van she tries to figure out where she is exactly. 

She knows she's landed herself in Louisiana, but most of the state looks the same. So she heads in the gas station, In the traffic mirror hanging above the entrance she gets a glimpse of herself. 

Elizabeth wears a long black slitted skirt, both sides are cut and her legs show when she walks. Her tank is wrinkled and her shawl is tempted to fall from her shoulders, she fixes it quickly and holds her side bag close. 

"Can I help you?" The cashier, an older woman asks and Elizabeth blinks. Back in reality, she nods. 

"Actually yes, two things. Where am I?" She asks and the woman points to the pamphlets nearby, 

"Smallwood. Okay, and uh can I use your bathroom?" 

"Gotta buy something first." The woman huffs and Elizabeth quickly searches for some travel food and drinks, 

Her only source of income is tarot reading strangers and selling the jewelry she makes. Not a lot but enough if you make the prices almost criminal. 

Grabbing some powdered donuts, quickly she pays for them and runs to the bathroom. Quickly she fixes herself up, putting on dark eyeliner only to smudge it and swiping on dark lip gloss. She smiles at her dark makeup, it simply makes her happy. Stepping out the bathroom quietly, in hopes of not gaining any attention she tries to leave silently. 

But her eyes catch a drink, staring at the energy drink from the fridge. She looks up at the cashier who's glaring at her. 

In a flash Elizabeth quickly snatches the drink and runs from the building, Mac barks from in the van and the woman hollers. 

"Get back here you freak!" The cashier screams and Elizabeth laughs as she runs. The needed adrenaline pumping through her, slamming the van open she gets in. 

Grabbing her keys, the van sputters and spits. 

"Come on, Chariot! Come on!" Elizabeth yells as she turns the key, the van rumbles as the cashier starts to run towards it. 

"Lets go!" Elizabeth yells as the van roars to life, slamming on the gas Mac is pushed back on the mattress and quickly the van escapes the parking lot with the screaming of its tires. 

Elizabeth doesn't slow the van until she reaches a wooded area, trees tower over the colorful van as it fails to blend in. But they're miles from the gas station and coming down from the high speed. 

"Cheers." Elizabeth raises the energy drink and Mac licks it, she laughs and opens it. 

The drink sprays all over the girls face immediately upon opening. She spits out the blueberry flavor and Mac licks her face all over, laughing she pushes the dog back. 

"I get it! That was well deserved karma!" She yells yells the universe,

Suddenly the van spits and sputters. 

"Oh no." She whispers and the engine cuts itself off. 

"No! Baby please!" She hollers and slams on the steering wheel, 

"Is this my karma?" She whispers and leans into her sticky seat, 

"I regret nothing." She says and sips her drink, Mac pants next to her. He breathes a disgusting smell. 

The two sit as the girl finishes her drink, she cringes as the sticky feeling on her face. 

"I can handle a lot of things," she starts, looking at Mac and then the bones she collects all scattered in the van. 

"But I can't handle a facial." She laughs and gets out of the van, Mac jumps out with her and sniffs the new ground. Elizabeth grabs the water from the back she runs it over her face, washing away the substance. Once the feeling of soda was gone Elizabeth checks her face in the side mirror. 

Her eyeliner was running, she shrugs. 

"Tell me, Mac. How do I look?" She turns, expecting her dog. 

"Mac?" She says and looks around, the dog stands in the distance. His head raised as he sniffs the area, Elizabeth cups her mouth and yells. 

"Hey, Get back here!" Mac looks at her and quickly sprints away towards the scent. 

Elizabeth groans and quickly runs after the speeding dog. But he's quickly lost in the weeds of Louisiana. 

"Mac!" She calls out and hears no response, but a rotting smell hits her. She doesn't flinch, after willingly tearing through dead animals for a good bone. She's numb to the smell. 

And now she knows where that damn dog is headed. 

Stomping her way through the thickets, she tries to keep calm her fingers absent-mindedly fidgeting with her silver coin necklace. 

"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" Elizabeth hears a voice say and she follows it. 

"Alright load up!" Lester says and opens the passenger door of the truck, Jonesy quickly hopes in the truck and sits down. Ready to ride. In the back is another deer carcass, along with a vulture he accidentally hit. Lester taps his hands against the wheel as the music plays, Johnny Cash sings Ring of Fire on the radio, the chorus sings and Lester joins. 

"And it burns, burns burns! The ring of fire!" Lester sings off key and Jonesey howls with him. 

"If I could, I'd be in a band, Jonesy." The dog licks Lester's face and he laughs, 

"Ah you're right, my ugly mug don't belong on no stage. I'm happy right here." He kisses the dogs head and she barks.  

Lester drives down the bumpy pathway that leads him to the roadkill pit, he always checks to see if any strays show. His heart is soft for animals without a home, he likes to gain their trust. Make them feel safe while also being independent. 

"Think we'll find anything?" Lester asks and backs the truck up to face the pit. As the two leave the truck, Lester hears movement from the hole. Turning towards it he smiles when he sees a collared dog sniffing around the carcasses. 

"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" 

The dog looks up, his mouth full of the meat. 

"Oh come on you don't wanna be eating that old meat." Lester pats his thighs, 

"I got some good eatin at my place if you wanna come with." Lester smiles and the dog stumbles his way through the pile, Jonesey sniffs the mutts face and licks it clean, the new dog pounces and the two quickly engage in play. 

"Well ain't that sweet, already made a friend huh, Jonesy?" 

Lester says, he lets the two play and opens the back of his truck. Tossing out the carcasses, he then opens the passenger door. 

"Alright you two, let's get going!" Lester pats the door and Jonesy was quick to jump in. 

The new dog stood in place and sat, 

"Oh come on boy, don't be shy." Lester whistles, 

"HEY!" Lester looks up, above the cliff he heard the voice. 

"THAT'S MY DOG!" The person yells and Lester sees the stranger, the said dog barks at the voice. 

A girl wearing dark flowy clothes, her face covered in runny makeup. 

"Hey, watch out!" Lester calls out and suddenly the girl fell off the cliff. 

#my writing #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #canon x oc #oc x canon #self ship #self insert

[bookworm-dork-fish]

Wesley Wisp

On ao3 and ffn (sorry, idk how to add the links) under user FireBreathingKoiFish

As much as he hated to admit it, Wes had begun to have a healthy fear of the times when his captor’s voice would take on a sickeningly parental tone. It was twisted and wrong, made to sound all the more so because he was caged and being subjected to tests for what must have been weeks at the hands of none other than his father’s boss.

“Wesley Weston! Rise and shine!” Vlad’s sickeningly chipper voice called from the lab stairway. Wes raised his head halfway, wrists and back aching from being chained to the wall of the cage all night. He shrunk back farther against the bars.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked tiredly, voice tinted with resignation. No doubt it would have something to do with ectoplasm. The first week, Vlad had periodically flooded his cage with the neon green liquid. He still had half-healed burns on his legs and abdomen from the chemical. The second and third weeks had been hell by comparison. Small injections of ectoplasm from the first week had gradually grown in amount and potency until the itch under his skin had become nothing short of burning. By week four, he had given up on hoping for rescue. Eyeing the half-open tanks across the lab, Wes had begun to fear the worst. Nobody was coming. Not Phantom, not Red Huntress, not even the GIW would be likely to find him.

Danny Phantom. Wow. Wes wondered what Danny’s reaction to his disappearance had been. A small, cynical part of him wondered if he had been relieved after so many months of Wes carelessly trying to expose his secret to the world.

Maybe, JUST MAYBE, this was some kind of twisted karma. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so annoyed when half of the school had started theorizing that Wes himself was Phantom. Maybe he shouldn’t have obsessively searched for the truth until he found it. Shouldn’t have tried to expose him. Danny’s pranks and taunting hadn’t been enough to even the odds, and now Wes was paying the price.

“The occasion, my dear boy?” Vlad’s smile grew near-maniacal, fangs and red eyes showing just for a second even in human form. “Today is the day you become a halfa.”

Wes stills, his blood taking on an unnatural chill. Halfa. He’d heard that word. He’d USED that word… to describe Danny. Half a human, half a ghost. ...no… No…! He thrashed, rattling the chains that bound his arms and legs. “You’re NOT going to kill me! You won’t turn me into a halfa! LET ME GO! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” Wes screamed.

Vlad only smirked, walking over to a control panel next to Wes’ cage. He pulled a lever and something behind Wes slid open with a hiss. Wes risked a glance over his shoulder. Panels had opened up in the floor, revealing tracks that led from his cage to the dark empty arch of… a portal. “What do I want from you?” Vlad’s grin stretched to freakishly inhuman proportions. The cage jolted and creaked along the tracks toward the mouth of the portal. “What I couldn’t get from Daniel. A half-ghost son.”

“WHAT?!” Wes pulled against the chains, ignoring the way the metal bit into his wrists. “YOU’RE INSANE! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EXPECT THIS TO WORK?!” He flinched when Vlad suddenly phased through the bars to appear right in front of Wes’ face.

“You think I don’t have my ways?” Vlad hissed in a tauntingly joyous tone that had Wes pressing even harder against the cage bars at his back. He raised a hand to tap Wes nonchalantly on the forehead and Wes grimaced at the touch. “Just wait. In no time, you will be a halfa with no memories of the time spent in this lab. Perhaps no memories of the past few years of your life if I so choose.”

“NEVER.” Wes lunged forward, smacking his forehead squarely into Vlad’s nose. The halfa flew back out of the cage with a growl and Wes felt a brief moment of satisfaction at the neon pinkish red liquid spilling down his face.

Another jolt. Wes’ heart leapt into his throat. The cage had stopped and was now just inside the mouth of the portal. Vlad smirked, stalking over to the control panel once again. He slammed his fist down on the keyboard. The mouth of the portal lit up with vibrant green light. Electricity and the familiar acidic sting of ectoplasm burned his skin, his flesh, his bones like a flood of fire. His throat was raw from screaming within seconds. Green flashed and swirled around him, choking him and completely obscuring his vision. Was this what Fenton had gone through to become Phantom? Distantly, Wes felt himself crumple to the floor as the burning started to give way to an unnatural chill that flared in his chest and spread with a wave of indigo light. His hands, still twitching, clenched against the floor as the sound of Vlad’s laughter rang through the open portal. He should have tried to expose Vlad, not Danny. The pain dimmed, replaced by another wave of numbing chill. That was all Wes remembered before everything went black.

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When Wes came to, he was six feet under. Literally. He woke completely encased in the earth and stone underneath Vlad’s lab, just barely able to hear the footsteps and praise of the man who believed that he was still caged inside the portal. A clattering sound jarred Wes out of his stupor. He must have phased through the floor. The cage was being drawn out of the portal. The EMPTY cage was being drawn out of the portal. He had to get away. Desperately hoping that the intangibility would hold, Wes flipped onto his stomach, trying to claw his way through the dirt.

He shot forward through the dark for what he hoped was just long enough to get past the walls of the mansion, diving upward and bursting into the midday light. He collapsed onto the grass, looking over his shoulder. The mansion’s rooftop was visible above the treeline. Shaky legs carried him a couple more meters before giving out. It was then that he realized with a start that he wasn’t breathing. BREATHE YOU IDIOT! Wes thought, struggling to his hands and knees. He gasped for breath, the action doing little to nothing to calm his nerves. He knelt there, staring in horror at the pasty white-blue skin of his hands. No… no no no no... One hand trampled, fingers digging into the dirt and grass as if it were the only thing keeping him in that world, the other reaching up to pull at his hair when it fell in front of his eyes. It was an iridescent indigo. He pulled at his shirt, feeling his face pale further. The green and black basketball jersey glared up at him, glowing with a pale blue aura that solidified all of Wes’ fears.

I’m a ghost.

Something caught his eye above the treeline. A white and magenta shape that he had long since been able to identify as Vlad’s ghost half rose above the mansion roof, split into four copies, and flew in all different directions. One was heading straight for him. Wes leapt to his feet, half stumbling half running through the trees. Vlad (the copy of Vlad?) was gaining fast. Wes’ unnecessary breath came short and fast, hitching every time a branch whipped past his face. The cold spot in his chest was his core, the source of his new powers; he knew that much at least. He focused on it, trying to will his feet to come off the ground. All at once, the ground fell a full meter from his feet and he was left scrambling for purchase on empty air. A tree branch to his right caught his eye. On a whim, he grabbed it and launched himself forward from branch to branch, the act of flying gradually coming to him. His vision blurred, breath catching in a sob. One arm against his face to dry the glowing blue tears, Wes flew as fast as he could to the only person he could think to go to. Danny Phantom.

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It had been days and the town was speculating about Wes’ disappearance with just as much zeal as Wes had about Danny’s secret. Danny sighed, phasing through the wall of his bedroom to fall face first into his bed. He had scoured the town, the city, and the surrounding woods for any sign of his classmate for days. Nothing had turned up. Even the ghosts who he had asked to keep an eye out for the boy had reported nothing. It was as if Wes had just disappeared into thin air. Danny would never admit it, but he had started to miss Wes’ annoying theories. He was just about to trigger his transformation when something rapped on his second story bedroom window. His breath frosted on the sheets.

An unfamiliar ghost floated just outside the window, eyes puffy and ringed in blue as if he had been crying. The ghost’s glow was stark against the night sky. Something about this new ghost’s appearance unnerved him. He approached the window and, one hand lit with a half-charged ectoblast, opened it.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Danny asked, too exhausted to greet the ghost with one of his usual snarky quips.

“I… I need your help, Danny,” the ghost’s voice wavered.

Danny’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know-?”

“It’s me! Wes. Wes Weston.” The ghost trailed off, staring uncertainly at something just under the windowsill as he floated there.

“W-?!” Danny dove out the window to hover in front of the ghost. “WES?! What happened to you?” The words left his mouth before he could really think about it. This new ghost was, now that he was looking for a resemblance, obviously Wes. But Wes… a ghost… that would mean-

“It was Vlad,” Wes said, wavering in midair as if he wasn’t entirely sure how flying worked yet. “He… he put me through a ghost portal.” Danny’s eyes widened as Wes continued, voice increasingly weakening until it was barely discernible from the underlying static echo. “I don’t know… if I’m a half ghost or���” Danny waved a hand to cut him off, leading him through the open window. He knew firsthand that it wasn’t good to dwell on those thoughts.

“I know this isn’t easy, but I need you to tell me what happened.”

“He -Plasmius- showed up after my basketball game a few weeks ago. I woke up in the lab under his mansion. The first few weeks… I think he might have been conditioning me to ectoplasm. He would give me injections of it and flood my cage with it. And then… today… he wheeled my cage into the portal.”

Danny growled, spectral tail lashing. “That FROOTLOOP.”

Wes laughed weakly. “You can curse y’know, Fenton.”

“F-ING CRAZED UP FROOTLOOP!” he yelled. Then, softer, “He gave up on cloning me, didn’t he? He decided to try to create another halfa?” Wes nodded. Danny growled again, pulling at his white hair. He took a deep breath, letting his hands fall to his sides. “Okay, okay. You said he tried to condition you to ectoplasm. That means it’s likely that you successfully turned into a halfa.”

Wes made a strangled noise.

“I know, believe me, it takes some getting used to.”

“H-help me turn human. Please.”

“Oh. That’s easy enough once you know how to access your core. I don’t really know how to explain it, but there should be a small warm spark at the center of your core. Focus on that and try to draw it out. Like this.” Danny triggered his transformation, letting the rings hover for a second before reverting back to human form. Wes’ brows scrunched up in concentration and, for a minute, nothing happened. Indigo rings flashed into existence around his waist, returning him to human form as well.

“YES! I’m human again!” Wes pumped his fists into the air, yelping out a curse as his entire lower half whent translucent blue and phased through the floor.

Danny chuckled, extending a hand. “Need some help with that?”

Wes paused mid reach, eyeing the hand skeptically. “What’s the catch?”

“Nothing! But you do need a ghost name…” Danny paused thoughtfully.

“I suppose I can live with that,” Wes grumbled, taking Danny’s hand and letting the other halfa pull him out of the floor. Wes’ feet returned to tangibility. “How am I going to hide from Vlad though?”

“You shouldn’t need to. I can give you a Specter Deflector and some other tech,” he frowned. “For both of our safety through, please don’t go posting any more halfa theories on your blog.”

“Don’t worry,” Wes snickered. “That blog is going to be used for good from now on.”

“Oh?”

“Have any ideas for how to get back at Vlad?”

Danny’s face lit up with a devilish smirk. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Wes smiled, extending his hand. “Team?”

Danny took it immediately. “Welcome to Team Phantom, Wes!” Not even a second had passed before Danny gasped, grinning widely. “I’ve got it!”

Wes groaned. By that point, he knew that face all too well. “I should have just stayed in the floor, huh?”

“WESLEY WISP!”

Wes paled, whipping his hand out of Danny’s grasp. “No. Noooo!” Danny doubled over from laughter, clutching his stomach.

“C’mon, Wes! It’s genius!”

“I… suppose I’ll have to live with it,” Wes groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

Though tentative, Danny’s voice took on the typical little-shit tone it always had when he was about to make a really bad joke. “If you wanna be technical-”

“Shut the fuck up, Fenton!”

#danny phantom #fanfic #my fanfic :) #Wesley Wisp

[votederpycausemufins]

helleborusangel where hath your ramblings gone. your ramblings my beloved. Sorry for the late chapter today, had a dip in motivation and then tech issues, but it’s longer than last one so hopefully that makes up for it. also pinging @petrichormeraki like always.

(also slightly warning, uh... how do i say this? it’s not explicit or really sexual so... horniness warning? idk. it’s near the end)

They had done their best to help Grum out, but when they turned him back on, he still was out of it. At the very least, Fundy had been glad to see that a face that matched Jrum’s, but blue, replaced the smiley face. Well, that wasn’t all true. Sometimes it flickered back, but that was better than staying looking like Dream’s mask.

Speaking of the admin, he had sent a message to Fundy, leaving the fox looking around, trying to learn where Dream had been hiding, because he obviously saw or heard what had been going on. Fundy reluctantly said goodbye to the bots, leaving them alone with each other.

Jrum was happy to hug onto his brother. “I’m glad you’re doing better!”

Grum nodded before looking at the top of Jrum’s head. “May I have your shears? I assume you still have them with you.”

“Yeah! Sure!” Jrum pulled his favorite shears out and handed them to his brother. His smile turned to confusion as he was pushed down slightly to make him crouch. He could hear the shears being used, and then a sudden sharp pain before it disappeared. “Ow! Be careful!”

“Did I manage to cut your antenna as well?”

“Yeah! It hurt!”

“I apologize, but something was tied around it.” Grum replied, letting Jrum stand up again before holding out a small red vine.

“Oh! One of those pretty plants! It must have gotten up there when I was exploring that cave.” Jrum took the vine and looked it over. “I think I can still pot it with the other sprouts I have.”

“You… have more?”

“Yep!” Jrum replied before going over to a furnace and throwing his clay in to cook. “It kinda looks like nether plants, but at the same time not? It’s slightly more redstony colored!”

“I suppose that is why you would be a fan of it.”

Jrum paused. What did Grum mean by that? It… It almost sounded like an insult. “What?”

“Redstone isn’t very useful.”

“Not that- What are you talking about?! We’re made of redstone and it’s Daddy’s job to work with it! It’s very useful!”

“”It takes too much time and it’s easy to break. Besides, what are you going to do? Make a secret door with it? People can still break through it.”

Jrum frowned. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

“No it’s not! Shut up! Or I could just make it so you can’t charge yourself!”

“Fine, live in an unfinished house by yourself. I’m sure you’ll be so safe with your diamonds. It’s not like anyone will want those for themselves.”

“I… They won’t be able to take them. I kept them when we respawned unlike most of my stuff. So even if they kill me, they can’t get them!”

“And so what? You’ll just keep them there? I thought you only had five slots in that chest of yours. What happens when you have something more important, or they’re out and you’re using them.” Grum asked, noticing how one of Jrum’s hands moved slightly. “Or are you fine losing that stupid toy of yours?”

“Don’t say that!” Jrum yelled and shoved his brother over. “It’s not stupid! Dad gave it to me and that makes it important!”

“If its connection to him is so important, he’s the one important. But let’s see, he’s not here. We’ve been here days and he hasn’t shown up. At this point, he probably won’t. And you know why?” Jrum refused to answer or guess, so Grum continued. “Because he doesn’t love us. He’s perfectly fine abandoning us. We’re not even the first one he’s done this too. He. Does. Not. Care.”

Jrum started tearing up before running off crying. Grum didn’t go after his brother and instead went back to work on the house, leaving Jrum on his own again. The younger robot was planning to go back to Puffy, but on the way there, he changed his mind. He changed his path and eventually ended up in the cave again. He nearly tripped over a large vine on the floor, but it was almost like it moved slightly so he didn’t. 

The robot went a bit deeper into the cave than he had when he first found it, following the vines on the ground until he reached the mass that the plants were coming from, the red, egg shaped plant towering over Jrum’s small size. It ever so slightly reminded Jrum of the heart of his daddy’s base. That thing was a sort of living machine as well, and he kept forgetting to feed it. He barely cared about it. And now that he and Grum were gone as far as their dads were concerned, it honestly made sense they wouldn’t come looking.

Jrum sat down next to the egg thing and curled up. He looked around and made sure no one was around before pulling out his special diamond block and hugging it. “I wanna go home…” and then he slowly went into sleep mode.

As Grum worked on building, he shut off a number of his functions, the most prominent one being his emotions. He had hurt his brother, but it was necessary. Something was wrong, and he didn’t know what. He didn’t want to hurt his brother, but he did so it couldn’t be worse. For all he knew, he could suddenly start attacking his brother. Even if this did lead to them on opposites sides of conflict, it would be for the better.

Grum paused in his building to check his battery. It was high, but not that close to full charge, which was odd. It currently felt like he was tired and needed to move to a reduced power mode, but also like he was fully charged and slightly buzzy with the energy.

Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: JoeHills. Assigned roles: Hermittown member, Acknowledged associate family, Operator, Higher Being of Unknown Origin. Banned roles: Hermittown member. Acknowledged associate family. Continue blacklist.

Blacklist check activated. Increase displacement by 2%. Displacing. Displacement complete. Displacement at 41.5% total.

Grum shook his head after realizing he was zoning out. Maybe he should go into sleep mode. The second floor was almost complete at this point. Once it was done, the place just needed to be decorated. The robot hopped down to the ground off the partially built roof, ignoring the damage he took, then went inside. He put the blocks away in a nearby chest, making sure it was organized and hopefully wouldn’t lead to a chest monster. Once everything was stored, Grum hopped onto his bed and started to shift to sleep mode.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in sleep mode exactly, but Grum knew it wasn’t long when something woke him up. Specifically from someone coming inside the house. “What, back so soon? Let me guess, you’re low on charge again.”

“I don't really have that.” A voice that wasn’t Jrum’s spoke up and Grum sat up to see Dream.

“I apologize. My brother and I got into a fight.” The robot said, flopping back down

There was a short moment of silence and Grum could imagine the admin shrugging. “It’s fine. Not many people get along all the time here.” Part of Grum wanted to doubt this guy. There was always something off about him, but at the same time… “I see your place is almost done.”

“Yes it is.”

Grum could imagine a nod. “It’s impressive. You only started two days ago and it’s already almost done even at this size.”

Two days ago? That didn’t sound right. He had started… today? But then how had he…? : ) No, that’s right, two days ago. “Can I ask why you’re visiting?”

“Well, you and your brother showing up is pretty interesting. And even though we have people of all kinds here, no one’s a robot.”

“Well now my brother and I are here and we are.” Grum replied, finally sitting back up, knowing the conversation wasn’t ending anytime soon.

“Yeah. Makes me wonder how much we can figure out from you two. Like there’s one thing I figured out which is pretty interesting.”

“What’s that?”

“Hmm… you know I think it’s actually two.”

Grum rolled his eyes. “Yes, and those would be?”

“The first is you can’t remember the last few minutes before you crashed.” Dream said, leaning in the doorway as if what he said was something simple like ‘I saw a cloud’ or ‘it’s almost night time’. It stunned Grum and made him take a moment in processing it. He had trouble remembering before crashes? How did the admin know that? Had he seen it happen? I mean, he would have-

“The second is for some reason you tend to crash when that one person Fundy knows gets mentioned. I think his name is… Iskall?”

For a moment, Grum could almost hear the grin of the admin, before everything went magenta, then black.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in sleep mode exactly, but Grum didn’t think it had been that long when something woke him back up. Specifically from someone coming inside the house. “What, back so soon? Let me guess, you’re low on charge again.”

“Uh, yeah he is.” An unfamiliar voice spoke.

Jrum was slightly jostled from sleep mode when something moved him. He wanted to get up and move to see what it was, but the 12% battery he had left didn’t really give him much cause to try. Instead he just shifted slightly to tell whatever was disturbing him that he had woken up.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not planning to hurt you.” A voice spoke, and they sounded really nice, so Jrum was pretty sure they were telling the truth. “You look a little tired. I don’t have a bed with me, but maybe some food will help?”

Jrum half comprehended the apple that was moved into his vision. He knew it was red and that it was supposed to feed him, so he weakly grabbed it and smacked it against his monitor screen. When he wasn’t able to eat it, Jrum whined, and a moment later the apple was taken back. “I guess no food then. Let’s find you a bed instead. My place is right nearby, so we can use that!”

“B-b-battery.” Jrum stuttered out, clinging to the fabric of whatever this person was wearing. His power conservation was making it hard to talk, but he was trying his best. “N-need ch-charge.”

“Argh! And it’s not a thunderstorm. What are we supposed to do instead?”

“H-house. Ch-charger.”

“Okay, where’s that?”

Jrum didn’t try answering verbally and just sort of tilted his head so the screen could be seen, displaying coordinates on it. He heard the person repeat it a few times before he darkened the screen again to conserve power.

He could feel the slight bounce from being in the person’s arms as they walked, and while at first it was a little jarring to him, it slowly felt more and more like it was being rocked. He kept expecting feathers to gently brush against him as his dad held him, but it didn’t come. He just fell back asleep.

His brother yelling at him unfortunately woke him back up and Jrum was clinging to his dad again. Grum was scolded, and Jrum realized it wasn’t his dad. He could feel himself being set on a bed and some fumbling around. “Where do I plug this thing in?” Jrum held out his hand and was given the charger cord before plugging it into his port, glad to be charging now that he was all the way down to 4%. 

“You should really build yourself one.”

Jrum didn’t respond, just charging, but the person replied for him. “Can’t you share? I mean you both live here.”

“I’d rather we not. He’ll just taint it with redstone everywhere or those little plants of his.”

That was enough for Jrum to respond. “Uggggh! Shut up and let me charge!”

“You’re the one in my house.”

“It’s our house!”

“Our house? I’m the one who built it. You didn’t even make that whole charger yourself, you got my help as well as Sam’s.”

“Well I need the charger just as much as you!” Jrum yelled, sitting up, and immediately regretting doing that as it felt like his head was spinning. “Stop being so selfish!”

“Oh shut the fuck up!”

“Hey! Language! And don’t talk to your brother like that!” The person said. Jrum was glad they said something, because Jrum just started crying again. Tommy… he cursed a lot. Doc also did plenty. Ren wasn’t quite as bad, but often you could catch him catching himself. Jrum had heard Xisuma throw a few curses out here and there, and even though his dads tried their best, because he was around them so much, Jrum had heard them curse. But this was different. 

He had never heard- okay that wasn’t true. Grum had cursed a few small times, but usually it was something small and when he was more upset at a mistake he made. But this? Grum yelling at him? That had never happened before. Plus, sure Grum tended to be the slightly more mature of them, trying to talk properly and ended up seeming much more robotic, but Jrum knew his brother could be playful and kind too. But recently he had seemed so cold and upset. It was like Jrum didn’t even know his brother.

As Jrum was hugged by the person who had been helping him, neither of them knew what was going on in Grum’s mind as he came to the same thought. It was if he didn’t even know himself.

“Oi! Stop being such a fucking bitch!” Tommy yelled as he flinched away from another piece of TNT Grifter had placed and Tommy had almost run into. “I still don’t know if I’ll fucking respawn!”

“I said you will!” Grifter said, holding back evil giggles.

Tommy grumbled before taking another stick from his inventory and chucking it at the explosive material after walking a few more blocks. The moment the stick touched it, the TNT exploded, leaving a hole behind. 

“I still don’t understand why the fuck we’re here and not back in Helscraft. I thought you wanted to see your boyfriend.”

“He's not my boyfriend, he’s my husband.” Grifter corrected. “And I said there’s something we need to pick up first.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but continued to follow the hels avian since he didn’t want to get stranded here. “So, you’re also an avian like Grian.”

“Yes I am.” Grifter responded along with a flutter of his wings. “And?”

“Well it’s prettt fucking obvious Grian’s a parrot. I know my Phil’s a crow. The Phil here looked basically the same, but if it’s something else maybe a raven? I heard they have really similar wings. But what are yours?”

“Magpie. And yeah, dad’s a raven.”

“Cool, cool.” Tommy nodded, trying to think of something else to ask. “Uh, what exactly are we after?”

“Aww, don’t you want it to be a surprise?”

“Fuck no. For all I know it’s some trap to try and kill me.”

“I would never!” Grifter said sarcastically. “It’s just something I’m sure Sense wants to see just as much as me. I put them here just before getting trapped and made sure you couldn’t get them again without going to the right coordinations.”

“And how much further do we still need to go?”

“Not much. I could have been there ages ago if I wasn’t dragging you along.”

“You’re the one who kept putting down TNT!”

Grifter responded to that comment by placing down another piece of the explosive, Tommy running into it this time and it lighting, the teen desperately running away before it actually exploded.

“You bird bitch!”

“Oh shut up, we’re here.”

Tommy looked around and saw nothing. “And what’s here?”

Grifter didn’t answer, just smiled as the ground shifted and part of it started to rise from the ground, slowly shifting into an elongated spiral. Tommy watched as the material shifted into bedrock and then magic emanated from it with green particles. Grifter went over and reached a hand in, then a second, and the. He put his whole head in as he continued to look for whatever was on the other side of… Tommy was pretty sure it was a portal.

“THEY’RE AWAKE!” Grifter shouted at the top of his lungs when he pulled his head out again, scaring Tommy and making him fall over in panic.

“Man, what the fuck, don’t do shit like that!”

Grifter didn’t answer, just went back into the portal, this going through time all the way up to his hips. He was short enough his legs were just left flailing around as he tried to reach something on the other end. An arm started to come back and Tommy was surprised it was dragging something along. “What the fuck. Is that Jrumbot?!”

Grifter came back dragging along what looked to be Grumbot. “Oh? They exist in your world? That helps explain it. But no, these are Sefter and… did we ever give the second one a name?”

“You and your version of Mumbo built these?”

“No, not really.”

“Then did you find them somewhere or some shit.”

Tommy regretted asking when Grifter looked at him with a smirk. “You see, when two people love each other a lot, they end up taking all their clothes off and-”

“Don’t you fucking continue with that! And how do you even make something like that when you two are not that?! Wait, never mind. My brother had a fox with a fish.”

“Huh, not adopted then? Good to know. But yeah, I’m sure you’ve heard the parrots and the bats before. And these two came out of one very wonderful night-” “I said don’t talk about it!” “-though they didn’t seem right and so we tried checking them out, but nothing. Then I sort of got a bounty on my head and I hid them away here!”

“So you just had versions of Grum and Jrum before they were built?!”

“Uh, I suppose so. It’s a shame they had to build them and not-“

“Can you please fucking stop and just get us to Helscraft.”

“Of course! I’m sure the kids will love to see their papa.”

“I would ask another question, but I think I know the answer.”

“I can tell you’re right.” Grifter smirked before taking them to Helscraft. “Oh Evil X! Guess who’s back in town!” There was no answer and he pouted. “Hello? Where’s the fun of showing up if no one is here to freak out?”

“Uh, going to see the person you came to visit? Tommy suggested. 

“Well yeah, but I don’t know where he is while you do.” Grifter crossed his arms before looking up at the sky. A few moments later, the reddish purplish hue of the shy shifted into the same color of an ender pearl, maybe a bit brighter. “There, that should let people know I’m here. Now where’s Sense?”

“Uh… we go through the portal on the main island, follow a path with blue clouds until we get to NPG’s place. We pick up something to let us breathe, and then you go right.”

“You go… right? Like is that east? West? North or south?”

Tommy shrugged. “Dunno. It’s just right.”

“Alright fine, just show me where we’re going before everyone shows up to try and trap me again. Come on boys!” Grifter called to the two robots who had been running around who quickly came back over to him. “And maybe on the way I can think of a name for you.” Grifter booped where a nose would be on the hels version of Jrum.

As Tommy guided them, Grifter spent the time brainstorming ideas for names while ignoring all the mobs that were trying to kill them. Tommy did his best to fight off the monsters, but he still didn’t have much gear, still only having what was salvaged from the one room in the prison.

“So obviously my other side and I had the same idea with names, so something based on that, but I’m not sure what would fit there. Do I just use a d as well for defter?”

Tommy shot another of the living cloud things out of the sky, wishing the thing had infinity since he was down to seven arrows. “It was actually a J, but I guess it does sound like Drum instead of Jrum sometimes.”

“Hmm, you’re right, I can sort of hear a difference. Now, I could also do something else… Where did the J come from again?”

“It was from the word junior I think.” Tommy said before needing to dodge an attack, nearly being hit by a second in the process. “You think you want to help out at all?!”

“They’re aggroed on you, not us, so it’s fine. Hmm, maybe something that’s a synonym?”

“Well if I die to these things, then they’ll be after you!”

“Ugh, fine.” Grifter rolled his eyes and summoned some gear for Tommy. “Put on the armor and use that instead of a bow. It works better and is less affected by gravity.”

Tommy took the armor and put it on before looking at the tube he had been given along with a bunch of darts. He tried firing a few of them, but he just kept missing. “I’d prefer arrows over these things!” Tommy shouted back, making the Listener get closer and use some magic on the bow, giving it infinity.

“There? Happy? Now maybe Befter for Brother? Brefter? Hmm, younger Yefter? No, that sounds stupid. I could try another name mix? But already used Sefter and while Pergrift sounds nice, that’s supposed to be our name. Maybe Grifter then Sense? Grise? Grense? Or maybe use Perfect instead and get Grifect. Oh yes! Grifect! Sefter and his little brother Grifect! Oh it’s just right!”

“Great! Now that you figured it out can you please just fucking help out and shit?!”

Grifter rolled his eyes, but did start to help, but he also gave the two helsbots some weapons to see what they could do. Grifect did okay, but Sefter seemed to take to it like a fish to water. Tommy thought it was even a little scary how well the kid was doing. But at the very least it kept them safe while traveling and they were able to move faster, arriving at NPG’s base before too long. 

Grifter refused to take a single step into the place, claiming NPG was his mortal enemy or something, so Tommy was the one to go inside and find what they needed. Rifling through chests, Tommy found some wood called skyroot, and used that to make a chest and sign, dumping the stuff from the prison into it. He then put a sign on the front of the chest for NPG for whenever he got back. ‘Theseus replace me. needed gear. Srry about grifte. Tommy’.

It was a little hard to get the message out while fitting it on the sign, but Tommy hoped it would be enough. He then went over to the nearby armor stands and took armor from the stand that had a set of purple armor as well as an elytra. Based on what Tommy had seen people wearing the short time he had been there, he was pretty sure the pink armor was the equivalent to netherite here, but diamond equivalent would do fine and he didn’t want to steal good armor.

After that he went looking for tools and weapons and food. He grabbed a sword, pick, axe and the masks he came in here for in the first place. During his search, he also grabbed what seemed to be a special crossbow, some more arrows, fireworks, blocks for making bridges, and some food. Finally, just to be completely safe, not knowing how long he would be stuck with all this gear, Tommy also grabbed a wooden bucket filled with water in case of MLG jumps, and a shulker box that he emptied out into other nearby chests.

Out of all the things he was glad to grab, Tommy didn’t expect the water bucket to come in handy so soon, but when he left the base, he was greeted with Grifter putting TNT down to blow the place up. The teen rushed to each of the explosives and covered them with water before detonating them, which left Grifter upset, but at the very least he didn’t seem to try it again.

“Okay, now time to go find Sense.” Tommy spoke up, getting Grifter to stop being as angry as before. He led them on the same path NPG had taken them on the initial visit, eventually leading them to the bridge of purple clouds. Tommy showed the hels avian what he was supposed to do, but instead he just picked up one of the kids and flew them over before grabbing the other and doing the same, leaving Tommy wondering why he hadn’t just used his elytra.

From there, they walked further ahead until they saw a small house. The moment Tommy pointed at it, Grifter raced off towards it, yelling at the top of his lungs. “SEESEE!!! I’M BACK!!!” And just as he was reaching the building, Sense was coming through the door and got tackled by Grifter. Tommy was left to catch up, dragging the kids behind him, glad that this place seemed to be permanently devoid of mobs and he didn’t need to deal with any of them too.

The teen honestly didn’t know what he expected when he found the two helsmits still on the ground kissing each other. The only thing that Tommy didn’t expect at all was the green magic around them, and when Grifter finally pulled away, the teen was surprised to see the scar that had been on Sense’s neck was gone now. “Did… Did you just fucking kiss him to heal him?”

“I mean, I didn’t need to…” Grifter started.

“Oh but it was definitely the best way.” Sense finished for him, sitting up. “And are those who I think they are?”

Grifter jumped back up. “Yes! They were kept perfectly safe and now they’re even active!” He pulled the robot kids over to introduce them. “This one’s Sefter as I believe you probably remember, and now this one is named Grifect. Unless you think another name would do well.”

“No, it fits quite well.” Sense replied before pulling Grifter close to him again. “And you said they’re active? How did you manage that? Was it all those planning sessions?”

“Oh no, I’d never manage to pull off the things you could. It just seems that they showed up before they had counterparts, and now they’re working with them.”

“Ugh, must we be the alternates and not the originals?”

“For all you know, that could mean we end up like those prude mirror versions of ourselves.”

“Hmm, I would miss the mind blowing s-”

“O-Kay! Since you’re together, does this mean I can get back home now? I got you out of prison and now got you to your husband, so now it’s your turn!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re going to need to find EX because I can’t get you there without extra help.”

Tommy’s eyes widened in shock, then anger. “Are you telling me I did all of this shit for you and you can’t fucking do anything?!”

“Hey, I got you out of season four. You couldn’t have done that alone. But I’m just a Listener. If I had help from someone else like a Watcher, then maybe I could do something. EX is an admin, a hacker, is linked to Hermitcraft and that dimension from his brother and the fact that he’s not 100% biologically a hels being.”

Tommy grumbled. “Fine, but can you at least teleport me to him so I don’t have to try and find him myself?”

“No he can’t. He’s not around.” Sense spoke up. “Word went out that he’s off visiting Hermitcraft again.”

“Again? How long has he been going?”

“Since a few months ago when NPG pulled someone over. The message goes out every once and a while leaving someone else in charge. With the bastard that attacked me gone to visit family, Prof’s the one in charge.”

“He’s actually not gone for family. The bitch replaced me instead.”

Sense raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that so? My my, and that lead to Grifter getting out. Wouldn’t it be fun to him coming back and finding someone else in his place.”

“Look, I’m sure you two want plenty of time with each other to do evil and gross things, but unless you can figure something out, I’m gonna bother you two until you fucking do something!”

Grifter rolled his eyes before pulling away from Sense. “Alright fine you little shit. We’ll figure something out. And if we can’t, then we can kill you instead.”

Tommy started backing up. “Uh, did I say bother you two, I meant, I’ll ask politely every once and a while. I’m sure that sounds good, right?”

“No no, Gri’s got a point.” Sense smiled. “With you gone you’ll be gone from Hermitcraft for good, and when that happens, well, the same thing will happen to Theseus. Making sure he can’t try anything more.”

“Aww, c’mon. Maybe since he’s there and I’m here, it won’t work?” Tommy asked in a somewhat pleading tone. “Please don’t kill me.”

Grifter pulled out a piece of TNT, ready to use it on Tommy, when Grifect tugged on his tunic shirt. “Aww, what do you want sweetie? Do you want to have fun with him first?”

“Wouwdn’t uwu wanna huwt the pewson who huwt papa fiwst instead of him?”

Tommy was very conflicted by that. On one hand, it looked like this kid was going to save his life. On the other, did they really need to do it by dealing him who knows how many points of psychic damage? “Uh, yeah, listen to the kid.” ‘Either to make you change your mind or make your ears bleed.’ He continued in his mind.

“Aww, my little pumpkin is already talking!” Grifter cooed, and the second option went out the window. “Well do you have any ideas on what to do?”

“Maybe hacking awnd wistenew powews wowking togethew cawn wowk!” Grifect answered and now Tommy was wondering if maybe death wouldn’t be all that bad. 

“Oh my! Are you telling me you know how to hack! That is wonderful! Oh Sense it’s like the perfect family!”

“Well it’s my family, so of course it is.”

“Yes, everything with you is perfect. Perfect plans, perfect family, perfect-”

“Oh my god please just kill me so I don’t have to listen to this anymore.” Tommy groaned. Fortunately, that seemed to work because apparently he kept ‘killing the mood’ anyway. Within a few moments, Tommy felt like he was falling even though everything around his was a weird purple color. And then suddenly, his feet were on the ground and he was standing in what seemed to be a large empty building. And based on the noises coming outside, said building was in the nether.

“Ugh. Well, at least I still have the fucking gear.”

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