#that what the second tab is for… ok bye now

[xxplastic-cubexx]

blackout at my house means i have to draw my yaoi in public this is awful

[manawitchyt]

NSB: The Prequel

CHAPTER 3

Story Starts after the cut

The next day, with a massive hangover and a weird feeling she was being watched, Anunux starts to covertly gather the access codes for Hondo.

If the First Order found out they would make sure that they wouldn't miss with their blasters. Its not a pretty sight. Just this morning a random screening by the Troopers unbatuued a few Rebels. They were made examples of to the remaining work force.

Anunux shivered at the memory, but knew she had to take this risk, even if it cost her her life. Getting off this world and away from the sadistic Empire is worth it.

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Thinking to her self, A: I've hacked and gotten codes from all the ships, the air defense systems, and the shuttle bay door codes. The only one left is the armory codes. Now which access point is the weakest so I can weasel my way into the system unnoticed?

Anunux official title was systems auditor. Her job was to organize and maintain the information and suplies for this Colony outpost. She installed "Efficiencies" aka back door entrances into the Empire's own systems. She reprogramed the bot systems, the Comms, everything to make her Mom's Sixam job that much easier. Did she ever get a thank you? No.

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The easiest access point she could find was the lock boxes in sector 3. It is used as a junk heap and no one cared about cleaning it up. Anunux found the most out of the way box to run her tests. Thankfully her mundane day job gave her the perfect cover if she was discovered. The main part of her job is to count, order, and maintain the fleet colony's supplies and it just so happens that this particular box contained soiled old trooper uniforms.

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��️Error:401⚠️ Error: Wrong Passcode⚠️ Error: Wrong Sign-in Credentials ⚠️ Unable to accept Code⚠️ You Must wait:1248768747612651 seconds to try again ⚠️ Good-bye....

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A: What the Kriff is going on?!? Just accept and comply you SithKriffin tin can! *punches the screen harder with her finger* This is bullfrell!! Stupa Ulss box. Ok, can't use this useless thing.*tosses the Com Tab on the box* She kicks the lock box to vent her frustrations. Which does nothing to make the box release its information. She swears it laughed at her in beeps!

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Picking the Comm Tab back up, A: Ok, lets see here. Where is a better place to try? She scans the directory searching for weak signals and places where the bots may be damaged or needing upgrades. Bing the search has found the perfect spot… A: Varpit, why does it have to be there?

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At the end of her shift she takes the next shuttle to the next colony over. She knows exactly where to find the broken bot. Its always broken. It's in a place thats very familiar. She grew up in this colony. Anunux knows every nook, cranny and secret hangout spots.

Her Mom should have called a repair tech out to fix this a long time ago.

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Its not a very well off Colony but its home. The colony is bustling and there seems to be more new faces since the last time she was here. This is so confusing, her mom never said a word to her about it on their last comm call. Thinking to herself, A: I wonder what's going on? Hope nothing bad has happened, I better go straight to mom's.

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Mom and Dad were Sixam's historians for the Planet. They moved around a lot before Anunux was born. Once they found that they were expecting, they settled in this quiet Colony.

Dad typically only ventured out to retrieve important artifacts or histories when they were detected. She was told that one day when she was just an infant, the Sixam Council sent him away on a mission that took him to another planet. It was only supposed to be a couple of months at most.

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To be honest Dad has been gone for years. No communication, No secret messages, Nothing. Anunux believes he cheated on her mother and ran off, but she isn't about to tell her mother that. Her mom believes something else has him and that he is trying coming home. It's a touchy subject growing up and It hurts to think about, but thats the life of a Sixam. Her parents were lucky to find each other when they did and even luckier that they had a child.

A: Sithspit! Mom isn't here. She's probably in that varp cave sending messages to Jedi knows who.

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[possum-tooth]

finally updated my bio after a year+ of it being wrong :) <3

[reaveries]

▬  booze and banter

summary: reader gets carried away drinking and arthur finds it amusing

pairings: high honor!arthur morgan x female!reader (established relationship)

warnings: intoxication, micah being grimey for one second, mild sexual themes (so mild you could miss it lmao)

word count: 2.5k (approximately 12 minutes reading time)

a/n: this is my first rdr2 drabble woo!!! hope y'all like it! i have a few other ideas i'm working on atm that i can't wait to outline and write,, it's just too much fun :3 also if you like it enough please give it a heart or let me know, it'd really make my day to know someone likes my writing! ok bye pardners, njoy <3

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She hadn’t realized until now just how much she missed this. Everyone was clustered around the fire, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. All are temporarily blind to their worries in favor of something much more pleasant. They’d been settling in for the evening when Javier started plucking at his strings, a careless but entrancing melody. One by one the weary souls of the Van Der Linde gang migrated to the warmth of the fire and began to sing along with the few words they recognized from his songs. The men and women sway to the music, occasionally tipping back their bottles and downing hot, bitter spirits.

She tilts hers back to get the last few drops, then tosses the empty container into the dark grass at her feet. A sigh escapes her as the heat pools in her belly, warming her up from the inside. The world begins to finally slow, with the men across the fire moving like molasses as they sing. She knows she’s enjoyed herself more than intended at that point but she doesn't mind much. In truth, there is a face missing at the fire and the longer he lingers away from camp, the deeper her worries grow. He and Hosea had gone on a hunting trip to look for the elusive giant bear dwelling in the Grizzlies. It was simple enough and he wouldn’t be gone long, he had assured her. But even so, her worries crept up on her, and on a night like tonight, the warm embrace of whiskey is waiting for her.

Suddenly, the lively beginning chords of her favorite song start to play. She perks up at the sound and awkwardly pushes herself off the log, stumbling over the fabric of her skirt and earning a steadying hand from Sadie beside her. 

“How much have you had?” Sadie asks, eyebrows raised.

She squints up at the sky to find the answer, like the barkeeper left her tab somewhere in the stars. 

“Somewhere between two and…five…” 

“Two and five what? Shots?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Somethin’ like that.”

Sadie huffs and shakes her head but doesn’t press further. It wasn’t anger or disappointment that stirred her, rather she knew her usually reserved friend was sure to make a fool of herself.

A few paces away from the fire, Mary Beth and Tilly twirl each other around arm-in-arm as the song begins to pick up. Tilly notices her walking over and extends her hand.

“Glad you could join us!” Mary Beth cheers. Her cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink but she doesn’t appear to be far from sober.

“I couldn’t help myself, this song can’t be enjoyed sitting down!” She laughs loudly. 

“I know, it’s like they put somethin’ in it!” Tilly agrees.

Mary Beth takes her hand and spins her around rather clumsily but the wind in her hair and her skirt feels like heaven. She began to feel like she was floating and like her legs were just carrying her wherever they pleased. She couldn’t help but giggle at the funny thought of them running off without her. But all of a sudden, her foot catches on uneven ground and she’s forcefully reminded that her legs are, indeed, attached to the rest of her. She collides with the dirt, landing on the softness of her backside.

The music stops and folk turn to look her way. In a brief moment of sobriety, she looks up at the girls’ surprised faces and she starts to laugh. A real, throw-your-head-back, belly-aching laugh. Tilly and Mary Beth can’t help but join in, Mary Beth getting on her knees and laughing so hard that no noise comes out at all.

“Now you’re cut off!” Sadie yells.

The sound of a man groaning can be heard.

“I’ve always said women don’t know how to handle their liquor,” Micah’s grating voice pipes in. “Not that I mind.”

“Alright, that’s actually disgusting,” someone else responds.

Tilly reaches down to help her up and she gratefully obliges.

“Everythin’ alright?” another person asks, but this time their voice contains the deep, familiar drawl she’d been missing all night. She turns to make out who it is but the world moves too slow and faces are swimming in her vision.

“Arthur and Hosea are back, everyone!” Another person shouts, followed by whooping and whistling.

She can’t help the smile that overtakes her face.

“Arthur?” She slurs, trying to make out the man among the faces surrounding the fire.

Sadie starts to laugh in the husky way that only she does.

“Ever since she started on that whiskey we haven’t been able to get her to shut up about you. All night I got ‘Where’s Arthur at?’ or ‘Wish Arthur were here’ and my personal favorite, ‘I’ll be so pissed if he got mauled by the damn bear.’”

She gulps.

“You’re tellin’ me I said all that out loud?”

The group erupts in laughter and Javier begins to finger his strings once more. A warm hand finds her upper arm in the midst of everything. She whips around a little too fast and nearly loses her balance again. He reaches out to grip both of her arms and steady her.

“Woah there. You’ve got more whiskey than blood in ya,” he chuckles.

Everyone’s attention is back on the music and the girls have resumed their swaying to a more somber song than before. 

She looks up at him, her eyes meeting his. A funny feeling rises in her chest. His calloused hands on her bare skin and his sweet blue eyes peering down at her make her heart swell with contentment.

“You’re back…” she smiles broadly.

“Of course I’m back, silly woman,” he laughs. He looks her over, eyes resting on her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Let’s get you outta here,” he says, directing her away. She hums in agreement and finds his elbow to interlock with her own.

“You were gone too long, Arthur Morgan,” she scolds as they leave the warmth of the fire and head towards his tent. “I was so cold without ya. Almost considered sleepin’ with Cain.”

He scoffs.

“Don’t tell me I’ve been replaced after only three nights!” He sounds appalled at the idea but the smile on his face deceives him.

“Don’t worry, big guy. I was only considerin’ it.” She pats his chest assuringly. “Could never replace you. Especially not with a dog. Why, a dog couldn’t do half the things you do.”

The two of them step beneath the canopy of his tent. He unfurls the canvas that’s drawn back to the posts and lets it fall to seclude them from the rest of the camp. He ties the opening shut to keep the wind from blowing in and ward off any prying eyes to their private matters.

“And what is it I do?”

“Well…” she starts, kicking off her boots and fidgeting with the buttons of her blouse.

“Shoot guns. That’s a big one.”

He hums, acknowledging her astuteness.

“What else… Oh. Leave the woman he loves to freeze to death while he goes lookin’ for a big bear.” She turns to him with a pronounced frown.

He can’t restrain his laughter anymore, “Alright, alright, darlin’. I see the errors of my ways.”

Arthur moves towards her and replaces her hands with his own, gingerly undoing each button for her. Her hands fall limply to her sides as he works away. He pulls the blouse off her shoulders, then moves to slide her belt from the loops of her skirt, causing it to slip down and pool at her feet. She puts her hands on his chest to steady herself as she carefully steps out, wearing nothing but the sheer linens of her chemise. She rests her head against his chest and closes her eyes, a soft sigh escapes her lips when his hands find their way to her hips. A childlike sense of peace overtakes her.

“I just missed ya is all,” she mumbles.

“I know,” he says, leaving a kiss on the crown of her head. “Now go get in bed, sweet thing.” 

She didn’t need to be told twice. The adoring way he spoke to her always left her stomach a fluttering mess. She couldn’t help but giggle as she stumbled over to the cot and plopped down, cozying herself beneath the furs. 

She watches him lazily as he pulls his bandolier over his head and places it on the table. His gun belt and holsters follow suit and then he’s working down the buttons of his blue shirt. He shrugs it off, revealing the top half of his cream-colored union suit. Her eyes rake over him drowsily. She loves the way the muscles of his abdomen strain against the material and how he leaves the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong arms. Those arms were truly something else. She doesn’t bother attempting to suppress the sudden vivid recollection of the lewd circumstances she’s witnessed those arms in. 

He looks down at her out of the corner of his eyes while he undoes his jeans.

“You have no shame, do ya?”

“Not at all,” she says with a grin.

He shakes his head. “You’re usually so put together. I woulda never taken you for a sloppy drunk.”

“Sweetheart… Don't know if you've noticed but turn me into a delirious fool even when I’m sober,” she slurs, the weight of her eyelids increasing by the second. “It’s not the hooch that’s the common factor.”

“Ah, I've noticed, don't you worry.”

Her eyelids had finally sunken and waves of swirling darkness danced behind the thin skin. She could hear the smile in his tone and it made the corners of her mouth turn up. The cot dips down beside her and she feels his hand pat her hip, signaling her to make some space. She turns over in a less than graceful manner to face the wagon, allowing him room on the outside of the cot in the way they always slept. He groans as he lies down behind her, grateful to finally rest his bones somewhere other than his damp bedroll. His large hands find her stomach and his knees lay flush with the soft skin of her calves. The rough, itchy stubble of his chin nestled into her shoulder was a welcome feeling she hadn’t realized she missed so much. The warmth from his breath fanning over her neck and his chest pressed up against her back did away with any lingering goosebumps on her skin. He brings his hand up to brush away stray hairs at the nape of her neck and tucks them behind her ear. She feels the warm softness of his lips leaving innocent kisses there and down her shoulder like he often did when the night was coming to a close. And whether it was the liquor in her veins or the yearning she felt when he was gone, she didn’t know, but her chest was thumping with every little touch.

“Arthur…” she murmurs. He hums in response, lips still pressed to her skin.

“Take me with you next time.”

He pulls away suddenly, not expecting that.

“But you don’t like huntin’,” he states, with no room for doubt.

She rolls over and opens her eyes. In the darkness of his tent she can barely make out the features of his face but she brings her hand up to the outline of his cheek. Words are lost on her in this moment, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything.

“I don’t like hunting,” she agrees. “But I like you.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I like you too, darlin’. Now go on and go to sleep before you say anything else you’ll smack yourself over in the mornin’.”

She obliges and burrows her head into his chest. He wraps his arm around her, weaving his fingers through her hair. He laughs quietly to himself, replaying the last few seconds in his head once again.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mumbles. 

She fell asleep as he toyed with the strands of her hair and it didn’t take long for him to follow suit. Sleep always came easy in the arms of his woman. And though it wasn’t the welcome home he’d been expecting, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t tug on his heartstrings to see her smiling up at him the way she did. How could he ever leave her after that?

Bonus:

The harsh and unrelenting pounding behind her eyes is what rouses her the next day. She brings her palm up to her forehead and groans at the pain. 

“Mornin’ sunshine!”

She turns her head and squints to see Arthur sitting at his desk, journal in hand. Light shining in through the canvas behind him darkens his figure and makes him hard to make out at first. He marks his page and sets it aside when he sees that she’s awake.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d finally join the realm of the living,” he says, looking down at her with a playful glint in his eye. He’s fully dressed and has most of his gear equipped like he’s ready to get going.

“Here, drink this.” He hands her a cup of what looks like water off the table. She sits up to take it into her hands and then downs it all at once. It wasn’t water, at least not entirely. It had a slight floral aftertaste that wasn’t too unpleasant but not something she’d ever willingly want to drink.

“Good girl,” he says, removing the cup from her hands and placing it back on the table.

“Now get dressed, we’ve got work to do.”

“Work? What work?” She asks, a puzzled look on her face.

She and Arthur never shared the same kind of work, not even when it came to camp chores. Whenever she tried to do something as simple as chop wood, one of the men would wave her off and take care of it for her. So what was it? Were they going to rob a train together? Why that’d be something, especially considering she can count on one hand the number of times she’s fired a gun. 

“You don’t remember?” He tilts his head, bringing a hand to his chin to hide the shadow of a smirk.

“Remember what, Arthur?” She looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed. Then, slowly, fragments of last night begin to creep up on her. Her eyes widen at the sudden realization. “I didn’t mean it. No, I don’t want to go-”

“Maybe that’ll teach ya to take it easy on the hooch next time, darlin’. Now, you alright gettin’ dressed on your own, or do ya need my help again?” 

He takes a step back as he says it, anticipating her response. She grabs the empty cup off the table and flings it at him but he dodges it easily and steps through the opening of the tent, chuckling under his breath. 

She flops back onto the cot with a huff. She wouldn’t be drinking again for a while.

[you-aremy-sunshine]

#1 - i hate the way you talk to me - b.b.

summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex,

author’s note: YAY! i literally posted that i was gonna post this like A WHILE ago but i only got to it now😭 hope u enjoy!! taglist

“so, what are you up to now?” your newly married sister asked you, “any new girlfriends or boyfriends? anyone you’re talking to?”

“oh my god, vi!” you exclaimed, “stop getting into mine when we can talk about yours, you just got married.” you smiled. your older sister, vila, also known as “vi” to you, was like a replica of your mom. they looked the same and their personalities were the same down to the way they talked. 

“shouldn’t you be with kai?” kaiya was vi’s wife. if your sister didn’t marry her, you definitely would’ve. jokingly, of course, we are pairing you with you know who after all

she was gorgeous, she looked like a goddess with warm brown skin and black wavy hair, she was kind, the type of person to pick up bugs and put them back outside, she was funny. she could turn anyone’s frown into something bigger than a smile. vi and kai were perfect for each other. you couldn’t imagine vi being with anyone else. but even if kai is the nicest person on this horrible planet, her best friend was anything but. don’t get me wrong, the guy was smoking hot. but the nasty words that spilled out of his mouth were not. 

“you’re not going to eat at the buffet?” kai walked over to you two, gently bringing vila’s hand up to her lips. you strived to one day be as disgustingly cute as them. 

“nope” you answered kai’s question, “i ate dinner before at sol’s house. it was her birthday and i didn’t want to miss that. but i also couldn’t miss you two getting drunk.” you giggled.

they chuckled a little bit, then kai waited for a second to say something to you.

“have you met my best man?” she asked. oh no. not him.

“i don’t think so,” that's a lie. 

“let me introduce you!” she looked over at vi as if to say, is that ok? i can stay. vi shook her head and smiled. she always wanted you to meet new people.

“buck! james! bucky!” she yelled over towards the bar.

she kept walking into the crowd, tugging you along with her. 

you made it to the small makeshift bar in the gazebo, only to bump into him, “kai! the party’s great,” he exclaimed drunkenly, ��who’s this?”

he didn’t remember you? 

“vila’s sister,” kai pushed you towards him, “the maid of honor! have a nice talk! bye,” she abruptly left, leaving the two of you just standing there until you decided to call him out.

“you don’t remember me?” you asked, quizzically.

“no of course not, i’ve never seen you in my entire life.”

you rolled your eyes, “you don’t remember when you tried to fuking kidnap me?”

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alone at a bar, drinking your sanity off was not your ideal wednesday. you had just broken up with your ex-girlfriend, natasha, about a week ago, only to see her fucking another woman in the bathroom. anyways, nat wasn’t on your mind at the moment. what was going through your head was the hot guy drinking too many beers to be able to keep his eyes open. and, while your sober head overthought, your drunken head didn’t think enough.

“hey,” you drawled, prancing towards the guy, “guess what?”

“i’ll guess you’re too drunk to walk on your own.”

“noooo” you whined, “you're hot. wanna fuck?”

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to be perfectly honest, the girl drunkenly talking to him was cute. no. no. no. now she's passed out. 

“oh god,” he muttered, picking the girl up, bridal style, “put her drinks on my tab please too,” he said to the bartender walking out of the bar.

before leaving, he checked to see if she brought a purse or a bag. no bag, no purse. he walked to his car, just a few blocks from the bar, with an unconscious woman in his arms. great setup, barnes. he set the girl down to open the door.

he picked her up with ease, setting her down in the back seat. after a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open, still looking as drunk as ever. he walked in, holding a plastic water bottle. he meant to bring the container of plastic costco water bottles into his apartment after shopping, but he got too lazy in the end. thank god he was too lazy that afternoon.

“hey,” he said, “you kinda passed out at the bar, and i didn’t want anything to happen, so i took you here,” he rambled, “i know that sounds kinda odd, but i didn’t want to go through your stuff without your permission.” he exhaled.

“who are you?”

“im bucky,” he smiled, “who are you?”

“i’m y/n.” she stood up to grab the water from bucky’s hands in the front seat, finding herself sprawled over his car, “sorry.”

“it’s ok,” bucky set the things down to help her get back up, “it happens.”

she grabbed the water, downing it in one go.

“can i go home?” y/n asked.

“yeah yeah, i’ll take you,” bucky said, helping her stand up to get to the front.

you grabbed the seatbelt, eager to get home. you had a little bit of trouble crossing it over you. you turned to push the buckle in and faced bucky. his lips were up against yours before you knew it. you pushed him off as quickly as you could.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you exclaimed, your hand on the door handle.

“i-i ugh, i thought that was what the vibe was,” he stammered, i guess he was drunk enough to do that.

“well you thought wrong.” you slammed the door and stormed off. every boy was the same, they all thought the world revolved around them and that everyone wants to kiss them. fucking men.

you called an uber and rode back home. you fell to your bed, falling asleep before your head even hit the pillow.

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“funny.” he looked you right in the eye, “i don’t remember ever trying to do that. usually they do it first,” he remarked with a smirk.

you pressed your lips into a line at his words. fucking men.

you turned around going back to try and find your sister, only to be lost in the crowd.

“a little lost?” a voice said behind you. you recognized it. natasha. oh shit.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you turned around to face her.

“your sister invited me,” she said with a soft smile. fucking fake ass, “i thought i’d drop by to congratulate her and say hi to you.”

“oh.”

“i’m guessing you didn’t tell her i… well, you know,” she said, taking a step closer to you.

“oh. yeah, i didn’t think she needed to know that much. plus she was super stressed with the wedding details and…” you trailed off, realizing you were telling your whole life to the person you wish never knew you at all.

“i guess you’re still the same kind of person you always were,” she reached her hand out to touch your face.

you let her touch your face, and that small part of you that missed her started to take over.

“you know i think about you every day. i miss you, and i wish i never fucked up what we had…” you moved closer to her the slightest bit. she pulled your lips to hers. she tasted like regret and cherries. she pulled you into the closest bathroom, pressing you against the wall. you pushed off of her to take a deep breath, only to dive back into the bittersweet kiss. finally, you pulled away, a longing desire for more in your eyes. you blinked rapidly, realizing what had happened, “i wish i never met you,” you whispered, natasha close enough to hear it.

this fucking sucked.

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[i--am-ironman]

im gonna drain my inspiration bank sending you asks but also i need to share some of these prompts before i lose my mind

i was searching up questionable stuff for a fic i wanted to write and now im thinking. carlos is a writer lando is a barista. carlos is writing at a cafe then goes to the bathroom but he left his tab about "how to clean up a murder scene" open and lando has to deliver the coffee. he brings the coffee and accidently sees the tab. cue "do i call the police or is this normal" existential crisis. carlos comes back (lando is back behind the counter by this point) and like the concerned casual lando is when the cafe is less busy he sits opposite carlos and goes "are you ok" ok bye

i am like, so curious now about what questionable stuff you googled that led you thinking about soft barista carlando headcanons. shower me with everything you have 🅱️lease.

as for the headcanon itself: muchas gracias for choosing my insanity to share your insanity with and if you ever end up writing this coffee shop au please hit me up, i don't want to miss it! love the idea of carlos sitting in a café in a soft jumper and worn boots, nursing a whole grain croissant with jam and trying to get into the mindset of a murderer and lando thinking he's actually the murderer. even though he has really pretty eyes and a mop of hair lando's fingers itch to dive into. and a nice booty. which might be from all the lifting and running you have to do to clean up dead bodies, right.

and then lando decides, screw it, he's in a uni gap year trying to gather motivation to finish his engineer degree, his life in the past months only consisted of giving out coffees to customers in various states of burn-out and doing more cleaning up than he ever did in his 22 years before so if he gets suffocated by those thighs soon at least he chose to be brave. stupid but brave. and close to a potentially very nice dick. win is a human concept anyway.

later when carlos' true intentions are revealed, lando is still mildly cautious because, you know, the writing thing might also be a cover up but who is lando kidding, he was fucked the second carlos started to talk. he's so captivated by his weird humor and the way carlos focuses entirely on him when he talks that lando gets called back to the cashier and only notices his coworker's annoyed voice the second time. he then asks for an early lunch break and opens up his idea box of a brain that grew up on video games to give pointers to carlos about potential murders. it should not feel as endearing as it does.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 25.12.20 lb

you know what’s hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighly unrealistic about this scene? that she picked up a call from a number she doesn’t have saved. no millennial does that. we wait till it stops ringing and then google/truecaller the number and see if someone worth talking to.

vansh knows this and is thinking omg what kinda crazy person have i married?????? this bitch bonkers.

anyway, after ACP Anda, i think she deserves another catchy nickname, so imma call her Bitch-oo Babe.

he fully knew who was calling based on his reaction and is trying to distract her. this shadyassssss fucker, man.

also music therapy? i shudder to think what kinda music this freak might like. those alone might be grounds for divorce. i could never be with a person whose music taste i don’t at least begrudgingly tolerate, if not respect and appreciate.

anyway, hearing his voice, Bitch-oo Babe hung up, like any sane woman would, knowing that this dude is around.

HE KNOWS. HE FULLY KNOWS. FUCKER.

this looks hella uncomfortable. not to mention dangerous. stop distracting the driver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ghar nahi, kahin aurrrrrrrrrr. for quality time. with this dude. oh boy.

lmaoooooooooooo she’s like “but dadi.......???”

“riddhima, dadi se main pyaar karta hoon but tumhe nahi lagta honeymoon par dadi ko laana thoda awkward ho jayega???” snortttttttt.

she’s like nooooooooo but dadi’s waiting for us and he shows his horndog side and is like and i’ve been waiting monthssssssss. AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT, ASSHOLE??? TUMHE FURSAT KAHAN FROM PLAYING SHITTY MINDGAMES, INSTEAD OF LIKE..... STRIP UNO OR SOME OTHER FUN GAMES THAT WOULD RESULT IN ORGASMS? 

he literally just told her “humara din hai, riddhima. aaj ke liye apne dimaag se sab kuch baahar nikaal do.” oh don’t worry bro, she’s permanently like that only. aapko aaj ke din ke liye koi special instruction dene ki zaroorat nahi hai.

gaadi mein gadbad. of course. but it just stopped. didn’t blow up or anything. hmph.

how fortuitous ki gaadi stopped in front of this beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful setup. hum toh jab bhi phas jaate hain kisi busy road pe hi hota hai, and then traffic builds up behind and honks at us repeatedly and makes us cry.

he’s saying “nice” but very creepy shit about aaj ke baad jeene ke liye kuch bachega nahi and aakhri pal and all, and this idiot girl is just simpering at him instead of having alarm bells go off in her head. sis................ why are you like this??????? self preservation naam ki cheez kyun nahi hai tummm mein??????? like, i’m a depressed bitch who is constantly craving death and even my brain is like GET OUT IF YOU WANNA LIVEEEEEEEEEEEE every time i hear something “meaningful” said by this guy.

of course when he’s being normal, she has to ruin the moment by thinking of telling him everrrrrrrrrrrrrrything. sigh. why are you two so fuckinggggg exhausting?

SOMEONE’S WATCHING THEM FROM OUTSIDE HERE ALSO?!?!!?!? WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK, ARE THESE TWO NEVER TO BE FUCKING LEFT ALONE EVER?????????????????????? JESUS.

YET AGAIN, SHE’S TRYING TO TELL HIM THE WHOLE TRUTH ABOUT THE PAST AND HE DOESN’T LET HER COMPLETE WHAT SHE’S SAYING. BOY IF YOU DON’T SHUTTTTTT THE FUCK UP AND JUST LISTEN TO HER I SWEAR TO FUCKIN’ GOD..........................

SHE EVEN TRIES TO TELL HIM KI LET ME COMPLETE THE FUCK I’M TRYING TO SAY IT’S LIKE A BURDEN ON ME I NEED TO GET IT OFF AND THIS ASSHOLE................ I .................

blah blah ateet hai, not present and aane waala kal, blah blah blah. let’s live our life and forget everything in the past. yeah ok, let’s see if he’ll follow his own words or if he’s gonna dig up shit from the past and torture her over it.

bathroom mein ek surprise hai? oh boy. this fucker’s surprises are never good. 

thankfully she used her brain and is like was all this planned, us coming here???? he’s like jagaah yehi thi, but the car breaking down here was a coincidence. sure. i don’t believe a single word outta your mouth, you silver tongued fuck.

man, you’re so hot. why can’t you just be a good human being also???? ouff, apparently, that’s asking TOOOOO much of men these days.

aslkjdlsakjdlsakjdlaskjldkjsalkdjsal the way the psycho theme music just started playing in my head!!!!!!!!!!!

some shady talk with angre. could be talking about riddhima, could be talking about anupriya. who knows??????/ either way, some woman about to get her life ruined by this fucker.

behen still adamant on confessing the truth to him. wrote one big dramatic letter. who the fuck writes letters anymore???? put that shit in an email or a whatsapp message or some shit, sis.

anyway, condition is that gimme a rose and i’ll understand you’ve forgiven me and want to start a new life with me despite all this.

kept the letter next to his wallet.

ek pal ka sukoon nahi hai is ladki ki life mein. always from the frying pan into the fire.

vansh came running, tab tak person has disappeared. with his wallet. (and her letter.) so he’s like koi chor tha shaayad.

SHE JUST TOLD HIM SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL HER AND HE’S LIKE SO CASUAL ABOUT IT AND SAYING “RIDDHIMA, RELAX, KUCH HUA TOH NAHI NA TUMHE?” WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?! DID HE PLAN THIS?????? WAS THIS THE SURPRISE HE HAD WAITING FOR HER IN THE BATHROOM????????

he’s like let’s go home if you’re uncomfortable and she’s like NOOOOOOOO I’M FEELING BETTER NOW.

yeah. this is the face of someone feeling “better” minutes after being attacked.

sis soooooooooo horny for her husband she’s just brushing aside trauma acquired 2 minutes ago, to get laid. god, could never be me. 

jesus christ what the fuck it’s like a gulabjal ka factory exploded nearby. i have a headache just looking at this. so fucking ott.

anyway, she’s panicking about no gulab in his hand. SIS. LOOK AROUND YOU??????? GULAB HI GULAB HAI. HAR JAGAAH. LIKE...... WHAT MORE GULAAB THAN THIS YOU WANT, HUH??????????/

LO. HAATH MEIN BHI GULAAB. HAPPY? LORD.

happy tears, happy tears. (FOR NOW.)

everytime he does this getting down on his knees and making this 🥺🥺🥺 face thing, i go buck wild.

god he looks soooooo good and he’s saying allllllllllllll the right things. pity i don’t believe him.

behen ne bhi kar diya pyaaaar ka ailaaaaaan.

LOL WHAT KINDA AMATEUR BS IS THIS???? SIR WHERE’S THOSE MOVES YOU HAD AS VIHAAN????????? UGH, I MISS VIHAAN. HE WAS SO MUCH SEXIER THAN THIS DORK. 

i’m so fucking mad that this is the fucking nonsense they gave us as first sex scene. ugh. ek toh lip sync. woh bhi to a song i hate. upar se so much ootpataang nonsense. in terms of disappointment, i think this might rank even higher than shivika’s laal ishq. that at least had sexy soundtrack and the expressions and all on point. this is literally cringey as fuckkkkkk.

wow. one neck kiss that lasted .03 seconds. thanks. i’m all satisfied now. 😒😒😒

anyway, i sat through it so y’all could have these caps of rrahul’s face looking good. enjoy.

agla episode mujhse abhi dekha nahi jayega. uska lb kal. i need to go get rid of my disappointment at whatever this was, by watching some new girl or something. ok bye.

[graceslavenderhaze]

bright { connor stevens}

synopsis: connor knows your soul and you know his. now that knowledge is put to the test. 

authors note

part two of haunted!

in this story a evil eye bracelet is use, which is a talisman used for protection against misfortune and injury. i have used evil talismans since childhood and their apart of my culture which is why i’m adding them into my writing. 

also i tried my best to reconstruct the timeline so if there’s some mistakes and gaps, i tried lol. 

also the major plot twists i threw into this? whip lash worthy

Your walk home was accompanied by your tears and broken heart. While your mind was on auto pilot buzzing through every moment you spent with Connor, trying to pin point the exact moment everything had gone wrong. Was he being honest with you? Did he suddenly start caring all of a sudden what your over bearing parents thought about your relationship with him? Or was he just never into you that much to beginning with. You weren’t immune to hearing the whispers in the hallway and how cruel your classmates could be, while Connor always reassured you. Your mind always had that deep corner that was out for blood and to hurt you.

Your cheeks were raw and your eyes were stinging by the time you had returned back home. All the lights were out downstairs and upstairs. You snuck back into your bedroom with ease. You had no willpower once you entered through your windowpane to do anything. You shrugged off the jacket and your shoes, managed to changed into the first pair of clean pajamas you saw and the second your head hit the pillow, you were out. 

You woke up to your alarm and felt like you had been left on the side of the road after being ran over. You sat up to check your phone and saw that there had been a few notifications from your socials and texts from Luke, they were about Connor. Adding insult to injury. You stared at the texts debating if you should even them, and deciding against them. You couldn’t deal with this decaffeinated. 

“So he just broke up with you? Out of nowhere?” Carrie said as you had finished ranting to your friends. You nodded and her face furrowed. “That’s out of character for him, he looks at you like you put the stars in the sky.” She said nonchalantly making a turn onto out of the coffee shop parking lot. You took a sip of your coffee. 

“It’s so out of character for him.” Kayla commented from the backseat, you turned slightly to look at her. “Obviously we don’t know him as well as you do but c’mon that’s so weird.” It was weird, you didn’t put everything together in the moment but something was definitely going on. 

“You’re right.” You murmured. You didn’t want to give yourself excuses but something was definitely going on. As you rolled into school you noticed Luke and your eyebrows furrowed, Connor wasn’t with him. They always walked to school together. Unless he ditched. 

“Hey!” Luke announced as he walked up to Carries car when you’d gotten out. “Hi.” You said shortly walking past with your friends. “You seen Connor yet?” You and your friends stopped short. “Why would she keep tabs on her ex?” Carrie snarked. Confusion washed over Luke and he went silent as a sympathetic look was cast your way. You smiled before you and your friends continued your way to class. 

After school, you stayed late to hang with Kayla as she choreographed some more things for dance while you worked on your homework. Eventually you were both kicked out by the boys wrestling team and when leaving the coach asked if you knew where Connor was, you shook your head and went your way with Kayla. “He didn’t show at all today?” You voiced with concern to Kayla, she met your face with mutual concern. “You should call him. Breakup aside this is some criminal minds type shit.” You nodded. You pulled your phone out and your finger hung over his contact before you finally pressed down. 

The ringing went on and on which just built up your anxiety. Then his voicemail. “Hey it’s Connor, leave a message if you even do that anymore it’s the twenty first century.” You swallowed and looked at Kayla. “Hey, i know i’m probably the last person you want to hear from but where ever you are can you just call me and let me know you’re not kidnapped or something morbid like that. ok bye.” 

“Effective.” She said as you opened the passenger door. “Well sorry i don’t have a go to my ex who i love is missing might be missing and i’m concerned voicemail at the ready.” You said buckling your seatbelt. “Weakling.” She said pulling out of the school parking lot. 

“Where’s y/n? “ Hanna asked as they went through Connor’s backpack that they had found in the woods the day prior. Luke hadn’t spoken anything of Connor and yours breakup with the rest of the group and they’d been confused on the absence of their friend. “Connor and her broke up the night before he went missing.” Luke said to the group. The room went silent other than the humming of the art room lights. 

“Is that why she’s been avoiding us?” Gabby asked, she’d seen you several times and you’d dodged. It wasn’t intentional it was just that they were Connors friends first. “Probably.” Jai said continuing to look through the backpack when a letter addressed to you fell out. He looked at the group, “Nope not reading it.” 

“None of us are!” Hanna said as Luke inched towards it. Gabby nodded, “I have class with her next period. I’ll give it to her.” She said shooting the boys looks. The boys both put their heads down like dogs in the dog house. 

Eventually, the bell had rung so the group went separate ways and when Gabby saw you in class she sat next to you before you had the chance to move seats she dropped the letter on your desk. “We know why you’re avoiding us. But he left this for you, Luke found his backpack in the woods yesterday and he’s convinced something happened.” She said keeping her voice down not wanting to draw any attention to the two of you. You nodded taking everything in. 

You slipped the letter into your backpack. “I want to help but things with my parents aren’t the best right now and besides my shifts at the book store i’m on lock down.” You explained to her, there was nothing more you wanted than to help Connor. She nodded. “I totally understand. I’ll text you updates.” She said with a reassuring smile. You gave her a smile and then turned your attention to the class even though the only thing you could think about was the letter in your backpack. 

It had been hours before you were able to read the letter that Connor had left you. It sat there taunting you. You ripped it open and didn’t know what to feel. It just had a post it note that said you’re enough, then ticket stubs from dates you’d been on and a wax bracelet with an evil eye charm attached. You put the bracelet on almost instantly. Nothing made sense.

 What you had was a piece of the puzzle. 

On Monday, Connor was here. Sleep deprived, worried eyed and self heart broken. Tuesday came like sunrise and he was gone as if he never existed. The only thing left was his backpack and laptop that was password encrypted. 

On Tuesday, his backpack had been found in the woods he last was in before he disappeared. With trinket lights, a letter for you, and a note that was chalked up to be clues. 

On Wednesday, his friends went through his backpack at school. Hanna and Luke snuck into his house and stole his laptop in hopes of figuring out more about what happened to him. Later, that day Jai finds out the group didn’t make it out of the woods in time and was in deed cursed by the shadow man. Jai was almost taken in his basement, Hanna and Seth were almost taken in their living room, and Gabby while on a jog.

Not being able to get any contact of Luke who was at wrestling practice, Gabby stole her mom’s car to hopefully save her friend. The group took refugee at Connor’s house for the night. The shadow man came back and they managed to fight him off this time. Hanna cracked the password to Connor’s laptops and they figured out that he was cursed too. He was researching into the curse and was going to the lighthouse to preform a ritual to end it all. 

Pieces came together, like the corners of a puzzle. 

When Thursday rolled around you found yourself studying in the cafeteria when Gabby and Jai came to sit with you. “Hey.” You said looking up from your textbook. “Hi.” Gabby said with a nervous look on her face. “What’s going on?” You asked looking at the both of them with confusion and concern at the same time. 

“Your mom’s maiden name is Murphy, right?” Jai asked as he pulled out an old yearbook. You nodded, “Yeah but what does this have to do with Connor?” Jai placed the open yearbook in front of you. “This is June Murphy, she was the first victim of the shadow man curse we think, she was the light house keepers daughter, well one of them.” Gabby explained to you. 

“One of them? Whose the other?” You asked flipping to the next page, and staring up at you was your own mother. Who looked somewhat like. “Oh shit.” You muttered. “We didn’t know for sure.” Jai said sympathetically.

“It’s definitely her, probably think it was me if her name wasn’t there.” You said looking up and pulling your phone out to take a picture of the year book pages. “She chastises me for lying when she has a whole hidden identity.” You said slumped in shock. 

“We’re sorry.” Gabby said placing her hand on your wrist in an act of comfort. “Maybe she knows something that can help with Connor?” Jai implied, you shrugged. “I’ll talk to her later and let you guys know if it’s anything helpful. I have to go meet Carrie about the glow dance.” 

“Also Jai, If you’re planning on asking Kayla. Her dress is purple. Just a heads up.” You said as you grabbed your textbook and walked away from your two friends with questions swirling around your head. How was this suddenly a real life scenario in your life?

“Mom!” You announced when you walked in your house. She was in her bedroom. You hadn’t talked to her since the night you last saw Connor. “We need to talk.” You said, She smiled. She thinks she going to win, she has no idea what’s coming. 

“I’m so glad you came to your senses about that boy.” She said. You laughed pulling your phone out. “No we need to talk about your double life.” Her face went pale and fear overstruck it. You had never seen your mother scared in your entire life, not even when you broke your arm. 

“Tell me your secrets and i’ll tell mine.” You said with your arms crossed. She sat there for a minute before she exhaled. “First you need to understand everything i did was to protect you. Second, i need to know what you know. ” You nodded, you’d never seen your mother like this before so whatever she was about to say must be gospel truth. 

“I know June Murphy was the lighthouse keepers daughter, well one of them, she tried to save the lighthouse and failed, then she died. Not so long after the light house was shut down and then her dad died not so long after her.” You said and your mom nodded. 

“June fought to save the light house and was only a few signatures short. She’s a lot you, you’d like her.  One night she decided she’d turn the lighthouse on by herself. Only problem was we’d thrown the key off the cliff into the water earlier that day. June swore she saw it hanging by a low branch. So we went to get it. It was pouring so when she came just close, she slipped and she fell.” Tears collected in your mothers eyes and you regretted everything you said about her earlier. 

“My father was devastated and took a book of shadows. He turned himself into a monster to try and get my sister back. In the end, i lost them both.” She said as she stood up and went into her closet pulling out out a medium sized wooden chest. 

“I changed my name, moved to an out of state college and when i married your father. We moved back here, perfect place for a family. No one remembered me because there was nothing worth remembering anymore.” She placed it down and opened it. There was pictures, a baby blanket and other keepsakes. 

“At the time i couldn’t understand how my father turned himself into a monster to save a daughter he lost, when he still had one who was alive. But after i had you. I understood. I could never let that happen.” You sat there. Your parents had been hard on you but if this was the reason? You had no reason to complain. 

“Does dad know?” You asked. She nodded, “You can’t go through something like that and keep it to yourself you need to let burdens off your shoulders and lean on the ones you love.” You nodded. She sat next to you on the bed “I’m sorry about what i said about your boyfriend.” 

“He’s not my, um, that’s a whole mess right now.” You said to her. “He broke up with me the night we fought, i snuck out of my window. Then went missing the next day and his friends who are also my friends, but that societal you can’t have mutual friend with a significant other bullshit was in my head, found out he was in the light house cottage before he disappeared so they went there too. He wasn’t there but his backpack was in the woods, which are cursed so now they’re cursed and they’re trying to save him and themselves before the shadow man takes them like they took Connor.” You rambled on. Your mother look at you as you had three heads. “Are you cursed?” She asked placing a hand on your shoulder.  

“No but like i’m sitting on the sides watching everyone i love get taken so i wish i was at this point.” you said as your mother took you into a hug and you started to break down. “I don’t know what to do, i need someone to tell me what to do.” You cried into her shoulder as she soothed you like she used to when you were a baby. 

“It’s going to be alright, we have something that the shadow man doesn’t.” she said getting up and grabbing something from your dads side of the closet. A small book, before she grabbed your hand. “Where are we going?” You asked. “A family reunion.” She said as you both walked out of the front door and into the car. She looked over at your wrist, “Where’d you get that?” It was the evil eye bracelet.

“Connor left it for me before he disappeared.” You said subconsciously rubbing the bracelet to soothe yourself. “Smart move.” She said as she pulled out of the drive way. “Why?” You asked you knew the evil eye was protective. “A protective talisman, gifted by a lover? He had every intention of protection you from the shadow man whether he was taken or not.” She said looking over. “Breaking up with you, the letter, and the talisman? He loves you. Call it motherly intuition.” 

“Yeah well when we save him, i have a lot to talk to him about.” You said as you looked out the window. “You could talk to me about it.” You looked back. “I realize that in these past years protecting may have drawn a wall between us and that's not what i want and that's not what i ever wanted.” You knew it would take some time but you wanted it too. “I don’t know if that would work. I usually complain about you and dad.” You joked as you looked back out the window. 

“A magic shop? What are we witches?” You said to your mother. She turned to you. “Mom.” She ignored your advances and once you made it to the door you were asked about a password. 

“Lemme guess abracadabra?” The door slide open. This wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened this week. “See you’re a natural.” Your mom winked. Your eyes widen. A man in an extravagant purple suit answers the door. He’s taken back. That makes two of us. 

“Okay, to recap. You’re my dad’s brother but he decided to never bring you up for some unknown reason and my family has ties to magic and shadow powers?” Your mom and Sardo nodded. “Is there any other major family secrets you wanna tell me?” 

“Teenagers.” Sardo muttered. “Wait teenagers as in plural.” Your mother said turning her attention to Sardo. “Yes i run a magic shop, teenagers come in.” He said nonchalantly. “Have any other teenagers come in today asking about the shadow man?” You asked. 

“Well there was this group of rugrats earlier today.” The midnight society. “Earlier this week this tall, lanky, one dressed in all black came in for a spell book.” He explained. “Connor?” You asked. Sardo got up and went through his purchase slips. “Yes, Connor Stevens.” 

“What’d he get?” Your mom asked while you got up and took the slip from your new found long lost uncles hand. “Skeleton key and a love potion.” You said looking back up at her. “He didn’t use a love potion on me.” You said to your mom. 

“Oh this is the boyfriend? Wow family drama must be fun on facebook!” Sardo said sitting down. “He had the book of shadows though. How’d he get it?” You asked as you put the slip back. “He broke in and stole it on monday night.” He exclaimed.

“It was in a life or death situation, i think that’s excusable.” You reasoned. Sardo shook his head, “That book brings nothing but trouble and even more darkness into the world every time you open it. It’s a book of shadows. Its dark magic. Not white magic.” He announced with a dissatisfied look on his face

“And you all want me to learn this? I’m not being sold on it.” You said sitting back in your seat. “There’s more than dark magic. There light magic, green magic, crystal magic and so on. Every practitioner chooses between the dark path and the light path.” Sardo explained as he stood up to grab a grimoire. 

“What path will help me save my friends? Is there a path for that, cause i want that path.” You said as your mom rubbed your shoulder. “You don’t choose a path, the path chooses you.” Sardo explained pushing the grimoire close.

“What if dark magic chooses me?” You voiced, silence washed over the room. “Why do you want to save your friends?” You were taken aback, why? “Wouldn’t it be easier to let them all just be claimed? Throw in the towel, make new friends.” 

“No!” You bellowed. “That’s not right, there’s always a way and when there’s love there’s light.” You explained. Your mom smiled at your answer. “If that’s how you feel. Dark magic won’t choose you.” 

By the time you’d left the magic shop it was late and Gabby wasn’t answering her phone. You’d given an update about what had happen. 

It was starting to make sense, not perfect sense, not just yet.

On Friday the glow dance had rolled around, what also rolled around was a stomach virus that had cause Carrie and Kayla to miss school and not be able to attend the dance. Gabby hadn’t been in class so you assumed she was also out with the stomach virus. Hanna met up with you during lunch letting you know what happened the night before. She tells you that Luke’s returning the book of shadows after school and everything should be back to normal now. Oh how wrong she was. 

You weren’t able to see Connor after school, you had a shift and then were going to get ready for the dance. Gabby texted you that he was feeling up to going so you’d see him there. An hour into the dance and you ended up wandering the halls. You had felt this pit in your stomach and needed air. 

But once you went into the hallway the pit just grew larger and larger. “Hey stranger.” Your eye evil bracelet burned and blinded. You looked up from your wrist and turned around. “Connor?” You asked. There was a screaming voice in your head. It felt wrong. “Who else?” He asked coming closer. You saw a light shine through a classroom and walked backwards towards it. Once the light enveloped you and Connor still stayed back. His sleeves were rolled up and his wrists were bare. The real Connor wears a rainbow bracelet you made him. 

“The shadow man perhaps?” You suggested, the smirk on “Connors” face dropped. You inched closer to the switch that controlled the hallway lights and switched it on, when the lights were on “Connor” was gone. 

You started to go towards the gym seeing your friends on stage with Sardo and “Connor” in the crowd knowing a rescue mission was already in place. All you could do was stand there and wait. Within ten minutes, the shadow man had out smarted your friends and Jai sacrificed himself to save the group. 

On Saturday you were completely left out of the loop. You heard nothing. Gabby wasn’t answering. Hanna wasn’t answering. You feared the worse and could do nothing to save your friends. That what Sardo said earlier was going to come true. You still had that pit in your stomach. You were reading your grimoires but it felt useless, why study if right here and right now. The people you care about most are disappearing through your finger tips. 

On Saturday night your parents brought you upstairs and put your to bed, but you stayed restless with worry. You stared at the ceiling and walls of your bedroom before at some point your mind gave up and lulled you to a nightmare filled sleep. Losing Gabby, Losing Hanna, Losing Jai, Losing Luke. Losing Connor. Like a broken tape it looped over and over and over. 

It all fell apart right in front of you.

On Sunday morning Kayla and Carrie had recovered from their stomach flu. Your mom invited them over in an effort to distract and cheer you up. You told them everything. Life’s too short to keep secrets from your best friends. Especially when you don’t know how long you have left with them. 

Suddenly it was Friday again and you were at your shift at the book store again. You pulled your phone out to text Carrie and Kayla. They both responded with the same texts they did on the Friday of the glow dance. “What the actual fuck.” You muttered. The door rung several times signaling a mass group of people walked in. 

The midnight society had just seen that Sardo was alive and remembered that you work Friday shifts. Which caused them to practically sprint to see you, Connor leading. When your friends all walked through the door you stopped in your tracks. “Seen a ghost?” Gabby said with a smile. “i hate you all i hate your children and your childrens children.” You said rushing to hug her. 

“Hear that Connor?” Luke said causing his friend to hit him upset the head. “That’s a two way road.” You said hugging Hanna. Then Luke, Jai and Seth. Then there was Connor. 

“I’m gonna go take a nap, really tired see you guys later.” Gabby said excusing herself. “Same honestly, later.” Hanna said leaving with Seth. “I’m just going to go.” Luke said dragging Jai with him. You laughed at your friends. 

“I’m scared that if i walk any closer you’ll disappear like last time.” You said looking at him. He walked towards you. Grabbed your hand and placing it on his heart. “This real enough for you?” He said leaning his forehead against yours. You smiled. Noticing the blinded evil eye he smiled, “So that worked.”

 His head moved to rest on top of yours and you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Legally, you’re obligated to stay like this for at least twenty minutes.” You laughed moving your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m okay with that.”

“I didn’t mean breaking up with you, i just didn’t know what happened when he took you and couldn’t let that happened to you.” He said slightly holding you closer. “I understand. Just never do it again.” You said to him, he laugh and nodded. 

“So the glow dance?” You pulled away because your shift was starting to end. “You’re up for that?” You said as you started putting stray books in the resort bins. “I’m always up for a good time.” He said sitting on the front counter. You nodded, “Pick me up at 7.” 

“What about your parents?” He questioned. “A lot happened when you were gone.” You said starting to rant to your boyfriend. 

it rebuilt it self.

[yukheisrosie]

F4!!! (A EXO x BTS fanfic.)

Hello! I am very proud to announce that I will also be posting my stories on here too! Starting with my F4 one! I don't have an actual title for it bc this is strictly for fun nd I thought this was a super cute ass plot for a story hhjhj.

This story is based off of one of my favorite shows on Netflix called 'Meteor Garden.' Please enjoy! nd pls be nice.!:-)

Here are the characters:

- Chelsy

- Rosie

- Jungkook

- Namjoon

- Yoongi

- Baekhyun

- Lucas

- Sehun

:') pls enjoy! Each chapter, I will be adding a Gif of the characters who were mostly starring in it. :p

(like imagine the whole wizards of wavily place transitions LMAO ok bye)

Part 2. :-)

"Okay, How's this?" Chelsy asks, holding up a crop top

She wiggles it around for a bit in the air until realizing the person she was talking to wasn't listening whatsoever

"Yoongi!" She whines a little, quickly snapping the boy out of his trance

"Are you playing fortnite on another tab?!"

She leans a little closer to her laptop, looking around

"Huh? What? Of course not." Yoongi laughs, obviously lying as he continues to stare at the second tab on the screen

"Chelsy, I know how much clothes mean to you- I would never-"

His voice slowly fades away as he aggressively clicks faster on the mouse

"Dude, WHAT the FUCK."

A familiar voice yells through the mic on the other side and Chelsy instantly knew what was going on

"You just killed me, you asshole!"

"Is it my fault you don't know how to play?" Yoongi teases, letting out a victory laugh and the voice just continues to fire back at him with hurtful words

"Namjoon! Yoongi!" Chelsy calls out, catching their attention

"I've been trying to call you and add you to the group call for literally a whole ass hour."

It was silent until the sound behind the mic shuffles around

"My phones on silent!" Joon makes up

"Vibration kills too much battery."

Yoongi and Chelsy glance at each other with rolled eyes

"Just join the video chat, you sore loser." Yoongi encourages and Namjoon lets out one more comeback before pressing accept

"Tomorrow's the first day of uni." Chelsy announces, looking at both of her long term best friends

"Is this nothing special to you guys?"

"Of course it's special to us Chels." Yoongi sighs, pausing a little

"We just don't care as much as you do."

Chelsy's mouth just gapes open as Namjoon then chimes in

"It may be completely different from high school, but it's still going to be school." He says

"Yeah, nothing exciting happens in uni." Yoongi agrees

"It's just a bunch more students on a bigger campus." He sniffs, opening a water bottle and taking a sip out of it

"Don't forget better food!" Namjoon smiles

"I heard they make it themselves this time and it's not some like, prepackaged garbage."

Chelsy sighs at the two boys, looking at them minding their own business

She sits there as her thoughts consume her mind

Yoongi seemed to notice mid sip of his drink

"Hey!" He calls, placing the bottle down

"What's on your mind?"

Chelsy snaps out of the moment, blinking a little

"Nothing." She smiles

Yoongi just sips his water again, looking at her with a blank face, obviously not believing it

"We've known each other since elementary school." Namjoon says, now pressing pause on his mouse

"You really think by now we can't tell when you're lying?"

Chelsy lets out one more sigh, looking at the two

"I just want college to be-" She pauses

"More spectacular than how our high school days were." She shrugs

"This is just one more step closer into our official adult life! I think we should take advantage of every opportunity that would remind us that we're still young, you know?"

The boys remain quiet until Namjoon lets out a small scoff

"I've always admired that about you." He admits

"You remind us about the good things in life, and not just school and work."

"It's one of the many reasons why you're such an amazing person." He compliments

"That and if me and this asshole were alone, we'd probably be dead by now." He teases

"We wouldn't have a sense of direction."

"It's true." Yoongi agrees

"He'd be crying right now because I beat him for the third time, but since you're here-"

"Okay, that's literally the exact opposite of what I was implying you dick." Joon squints, having the two let out a small laugh

"I think that's enough for tonight you guys." Chelsy smiles, stepping in

"We should all get some sleep yeah?" She suggests

"I wanna be able to explore the campus more before we go to our classes."

"She's right." Yoongi nods, taking his last sip

"It's a good thing we all chose to major in the same thing." Namjoon mentions

"Not a lot of people get into nutrition."

"Yeah, some of us got in out of pure luck." Yoongi teases, pointing to Namjoons frame

"I have the feeling that you want to fight." Namjoon snaps and Yoongi just laughs

"Okay, really though." Yoongi smiles

"Let's get some rest. I gotta learn how to get back on my sleeping schedule."

"We'll be in front of your house by eight thirty." Namjoon smiles

"Eight fifteen!" Chelsy corrects him

"Remember?"

"Yes mom." Yoongi teases and Chelsy rolls her eyes before the three of them said their goodnights and goodbyes

She closes her laptop shut before rushing into bed and turning off her bed lamp

Staring up into the darkness, Chelsy's mind starts to wander out of both excitement and anxiety

Although it seemed as if the nerves overpowered most of her body, she was excited and ready for this new step into her new life

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flick

bakugou katsuki x reader (extraordinary you au)

summary: bakugou and midoriya are the main love interests for a romance manga and ochako is the main girl. (spoiler: she chooses deku) what happens when y/n, an extra, becomes self-aware that she’s nothing but a side character to help develop their relationships?”

!unedited!

*flick*

wait a minute. wasn’t i just talking to jirou? why am i in the cafeteria now?

“ah! y/n! youre here! ive been looking for you!”

“huh? jirou? what are you…weren’t we just in the classroom?” She looked at me as if I was crazy.

“what do you mean? its finally time for lunch! did you hit your head at training or something?”

“training? what? but- we were still in class just now.”

*flick* 

i jerked back up as if i had just woken up. but i hadn’t. we haven’t even eaten yet. so.…why was the school day finished?

“y/n!! there you are! you seem to be harder to find than usual today!”

“jirou…did you hear that? and what about lunch?”

“lunch? its time to head back to the dorms. now that you mention it, i wonder what we’re having for dinner tonight!”

*flick*

“alright. l/n. get ready to spar with bakugou. i’m too tired to watch this so i’m gonna go ahead and nap. everyone else can judge today.”

“wait- aizawa-sensai!”

“tch. damn extra. hurry uP AND FIGHT.”

extra? me? wait a minute-

*flick*

“ochako-chan! are you alright?”

i didn’t mean to say that. why are we in the infirmary?

“huh? l/n-san? what am i doing here?”

“midoriya-kun carried you here after one of bakugou-kun’s explosions missed me and hit you instead!”

what? when did that happen?

*flick*

“it’s time to take your midterm. put your books away and take out a pencil and eraser.”

this shouldn’t be right. midterms shouldn’t start until three weeks! this must be some sort of prank. did i get hit by a quirk or something?

“woah! l/n! i haven’t seen your text book this beat up since middle school!”

“huh? jirou? but i just got this!”

“huh? are you trying to make me feel better by acting like you forgot what today is?”

i looked down at my book. she was right. it had tabs and- that’s my handwriting! but, i don’t remember writing any of this. how will i pass?

*flick*

what is that sound?

“alright. pencils down and pass up your papers.”

“wait a sec-”

kaminari took my paper before i could even look at it. did i even fill it out? why am i forgetting everything?

*flick*

“woah! l/n-chan got everything right!”

“it makes sense, she studied hard everyday until the midterm!”

what? what is going on? why can’t i remember anything that happened in between? and what is that noise?

i turned to jirou.

“hey, have i been acting weird lately?”

“huh? no, not really. but just the fact that you’re asking that question makes me wonder if something is wrong. what’re you thinking about?”

“it’s nothing really, i just can’t seem to remember certain things. for example, i don’t even remember taking the midterm!”

“eh? that’s probably because you sped through it since you knew all the answers. i wouldn’t worry too much.”

she grinned at me and turned away. 

what am i going to do now? 

*flick*

ah. it’s lunch again. i’m not hungry so i guess i’ll just go to the library instead.

the library was eerily empty for lunch time. that was the least of my concerns though. i had to figure out what was going on. i checked all the aisles to see if there was something that could tell me what was wrong. in the corner of my eye i saw a book that seemed to be wiggling out of place. i reached up and grabbed it. i opened the book to discover it was a manga. a romance manga? why do these characters seem so familiar? is that- ochako-chan? midoriya-kun? and bakugou-kun? why are they in this? i had so many questions. but most importantly-

what was i doing in this?

*flick* 

i gasped. why was it my turn to lay down in the infirmary? and where did that book go? i tried to get up but i couldn’t move. no matter how hard i tried. i couldn’t even speak. what was going on now? i heard muffled voices. 

“if you get close to bakugou-kun again i’ll kill you!”

“i can’t believe how shameless you are to use his money to even go to this school!”

“your quirk is so weak, there is no way you’ll be a hero!”

“i bet you just seduced him in order to get into class A!”

“why don’t you do us all a favor and leave bakugou-kun alone for once?”

i wasn’t sure who was talking but before i knew it i was standing up on my own. 

“hey! leave ochako-chan alone!”

“heehee whatever you say!” the group of girls giggled and proceeded to shove ochako to the ground before locking us in. i looked at her to find her on the verge of tears.

“hey, ochako-chan it’s ok! i should be able to open the door for us!” 

i was not at all confident that i could open this door.

however, i surprised us and opened it with ease.

“oh. uh. i didn’t know i could do that. um. well, i guess i’ll see you later? i kinda have to get to the library now!” i sprinted out and closed the door before she could say anything and closed the door behind me. i turned the corner to see midoriya-kun running while shouting ochako-chan’s name. “she’s in the infirmary!” i told him. he looked startled but proceeded to run towards the room anyways.

once i made it back to the library i began to search for the book again. i found it in the same spot and all the questions i had seemed to be answered. i- was in a manga? and i’m not even the main character? what is this? bakugou-kun and midoriya-kun are love rivals? i let out a deep sigh and shook my head. i can’t believe i’m just some extra that shows up for their convenience.  

*flick*

i’ve gotten used to this by now. it’s as if there are two worlds within this one: the stage and the shadow. the stage is where all of the main story line occurs, but the shadow is where all of the time in between happens. there, other characters have no clue what is happening and forget everything that occurred when the next scene starts. so far, it seems like no one else has realized what kind of world we live in.

as i walked lost in thought, i bumped into bakugou.

“oof- sorry bakugou-kun! ah- it’s not like you’ll remember this anyways. you know- you’re actually kind of cute. too bad, you’re a main character and i’m just an extra, like you always say. i also feel kind of bad for you, you have second lead syndrome. oh well! it’s not like you get what i’m saying!”

“what the fu-”

i did this to him often. while reading the manga, i have to admit, i became quite a fan of his. all of the cringy flirting and cliche lines aside, he was quite the attractive character. he almost made me wish i was ochako.

*flick*

aww how nice! the author has gifted me with some free banana milk! but- why?

“hi l/n-chan!”

“ochako-chan! you’re here early!”

her stomach growled. 

ah. that’s why. why couldn’t i have it just this once? don’t i deserve it for working so hard as a side character? 

“you haven’t eaten yet? here take this!” i reluctantly gave it to her with a grimace and turned to see bakugou-kun approaching us. 

“you. come with me.”

i’m so jealous of ochako. she gets to be crushed on by bakugou, while im stuck here trying to help her decide between which boy helps her more. i can’t believe she’s going to pick midoriya and not bakugou.

*flick*

i sighed as i was finally released from the stage. i stretched and looked at my classmates. i thought this would be the perfect opportunity for them to start flirting or something, but to my surprise bakugou was looking at me. i looked around and pointed at myself. 

“me? not- not ochako-chan?” i stuttered in disbelief. she was already running away and towards midoriya who waved for her to come over.

“the fuck? no. i’m talking to you, you damn extra.”

“um...ok? what’s up?” i asked awkwardly. 

why was he talking to me? this wasn’t supposed to happen. he should be teasing ochako by taking her (my) milk by now. 

“i thought about what you said last time and it just doesn’t make sense.”

“huh? last time? what did i say?”

“man, you really are crazy. you know, you kept talking about how i’m a main character or something and that i wouldn’t remember what you said.”

my eyes widened. he wasn’t supposed to remember that. now what’s happening? my life is so strange these days. i seem like a broken record.

“um. you must be remembering wrong. i- i never said anything like that!” i laughed nervously. he could obviously tell i was lying. 

“fine. don’t help me. i’ll just figure it out by myself. i can’t believe i tried asking for  fucking help.” he whispered to himself. 

“we live in a manga!” i blurted out suddenly. “you and midoriya-kun are the main characters and you both have a crush on ochako-chan!”

there was no way he would believe that.

“you- uh you must be thinking you’re going crazy right? you hear strange noises and you can’t remember certain events even though you were sure you were doing something before hand?”

“how...the fuck did you know?” he looked at me with shock. i sighed and grabbed his wrist.

“just follow me,” i took him to the library and shoved the manga in his hands. “read this. it’ll tell you everything you need to know. bye now!” i nudged him in the direction of the exit. 

“wait, what the fuck is this?” he seemed so different from his typical bad, angry boy personality. he seemed even more attractive with this confused look on his face. 

he read everything and reached the empty pages. “what is this?” 

“oh, well the author hasn’t written those parts yet. that’s why everything looks like this.” for the first time, he was aware that some of the furniture in the room was floating. “it’s like this because we are in the shadow, not the stage.”

“the what?” 

“basically the stage is where all of the main parts of the manga occur and the shadow is where we are now. everything we do here won’t be remembered by the other characters.” i explained nonchalantly. “so, how does it feel? to know you aren’t going to end up with ochako-chan?”

“honestly, i could care less. every time i was in the ‘shadow’ i seemed to feel as if i lost my purpose. at least i still have my quirk.”

“man, you really are different from the manga. you’re so calm right now.”

“hey! what the fuck does that mean?!”

“jeez, never mind then. come on, let’s go to class.”

“wait!” i looked back at him. 

“what?”

“don’t you want to...i don’t know, change the story? isn’t worth a try? we’re both just supporting characters. what harm can we cause?”

“you don’t think i’ve tried? i did everything i could think of to try and change the story.”

“but what if we-”

*flick*

“bakugou-kun! i’ve been looking for you!” ochako approached him.

“you idiot. jeez don’t run around with your laces untied.” bakugou bent down to tie her shoes.

jeez. could the author get any more cheesy? this makes me want to throw up.

“i told you i would get you new shoes!” midoriya cut in. “i can’t stand watching you get bullied over something as small as this!”

“i’ll take care of her deku.” bakugou glared at him.

oh my god just speed up this scene already. what am i even here for?

“i’ll just go shopping with l/n-chan! she seems to have the best style in the class! besides, i saved up enough to buy a new pair!”

“you can count on me ochako-chan!”

*flick*

“i thought that scene would never end!” i spoke aloud. i glanced at bakugou to catch him staring at me. “what?” he just glared and walked away.

weird.

bakugou and i have been spending a lot of time together. we make fun of our classmates and call them out in their faces. it’s pretty fun being able to yell at mineta all we want for being such a perv. not to mention, bakugou practically beats him up every time he’s near us. bonding with bakugou has become my favorite past time and i’m beginning to wonder what i would do if he didn’t become self-aware. however, the only bad thing about this was that i was beginning to like him. not just as a character, but as a person. i was way past the fangirl stage since i actually get to talk to him now. the worst part is that he actually likes ochako. both on the stage and in the shadow. i’ve come to this conclusion since he won’t shut up about trying to change the story line. i’m not sure what to do since there’s no one else for me to talk to about all of this.

“you need to help me. i’m so tired of being an extra.”

“what do you mean? you literally get so many lines and! you’re one of the main love interests!”

“but i don’t want to do this anymore, knowing that i won’t even get the girl! we have to change this story!”

“too bad! how do you think i felt? watching you for so long, knowing that i wasn’t fated to end up with you!” i gasped. “wait- i- forget i said that!”

“what?”

“nothing! it’s nothing! i just-” i could feel my eyes swell with tears.

is this how ochako feels when the author makes her cry every two scenes?

“even a fool could tell how i feel about you.”

i looked up into his crimson eyes. 

did he just-

“what? what do you mean?” 

“you idiot. i like you too. why do you think i’ve been bugging you to try and change the story?”

“ i thought it was because you wanted to end up with ochako-chan instead,” i took a deep breath. “why didn’t you tell me sooner!”

“i thought you could tell! you always catch me staring at you after scenes so i thought you knew!” he was smiling. he’s never smiled like this at me before. it was...nice. comforting. warm.

“let’s change this story.”

*flick*

(a/n: this is my first fanfic! i know i could use improvement, but i just wanted to write it because i felt like it :) also, if it was a little confusing, the flicks are supposed to be the sound of the pages turning. hope you enjoyed the story <3)

[jean----ralphio]

BoB liveblog ep 7

Episode 7: The Breaking Point. YEAH, OF MY FUCKING HEART

I HATE THIS EPISODE. I HATE IT WITH THE FIERY INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS.

00:00 I really don’t wanna do this you guys.

00:38 Can’t we just pretend this episode doesn’t exist?

01:22 OMFG I CAN’T ALL THE SWEET IRL MEN ARE CRYING NOOOO IT HURRRTS

04:05 RICH! Ok I feel a little better. Ahaha, he’s growing a beard. It’s got nothing on the quarantine beard he’s rocking nowadays tho

04:22 That whole scene is hilarious but I’m too distracted by Rich to appreciate it properly

05:18 Horsie

05:30 Hey Fassy

05:57 He’s so obsessed with the Luger, oh Hoob ☹

06:07 Ahhh that second where he looks into the camera and fires ☹ He’s so happy

06:31 IT’S SHIFTY MY ANGEL SON, MY ANGEL CHILD, LOOK AT HIIIIIMMMM!!!! MY BABY! I’M SO HAPPY! THIS IS THE ONLY GOOD PART OF THE EPISODE! HE’S SO HUMBLE AND PERF ILY SHIFTY

06:51 He is such a fucking angel, I swear. “What happened to the horse?” PETA would be pleased you care, baby.

07:01 Look at my son, look at his little angel face

07:27 Buck seems a little better??

07:47 Gold.

“Shut up boys.”

“Shutting up, Sarge.”

But notice my angel is perfectly well-behaved

08:00 “That was no rifle.” Shifty just Knows Things.

“What do you see, Shift?”

“Nobody out there.” HE’S JUST A BOSS SNIPER ANGEL ELF BABY OK

08:15 Oh Hoob

08:43 Oh God

09:03 ROE OMG NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES “Did you think it was a German leg, Hoob?” I MEAN LMAO BUT NO

09:33 Nooooooooooo

09:44 Oh God, the way Buck and Perco are cradling his face ☹

10:04 Husbands, do something, reincarnate him or something

10:32 Oh Dick is shivering aw

10:38 Lip, baby, no, do not cover for than incompetent POS

10:48 The husbands are unimpressed

11:39 Nice gloves tho Dike

11:57 “At present, as per usual, but I’ll clarify that with you at a later time.” No. No. He’s asking now. He needs to know now. Wtf.

12:39 IS THAT RICH??

13:12 RICH! BEARDED RICH!

13:23 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS

13:26 Just gonna pause here a little while, excuse me

13:47 Lip is such a boss. We love you Lip

14:13 Bill’s laugh <3 RICH’S SMILE <333

14:48 Dick omg your flirting, so cute. They are in love.

15:20 Fassy is judging you… that means Alicia Vikander is coming for you…

15:50 Omg Nix knows his husband so well

16:24 Aw, Bill and Babe <3 BROTP

17:33 Bill, sweetie, no, I’m sorry but Buck is not fine!

17:58 Oh God the foreboding. Rich ☹ <3

18:01 WTF is Luz smoking LMAO

18:33 RIIIIICH

19:08 “Well, they had a point. You’re an idiot.” Oh Penk. I’ll miss you Penk.

19:31 UGH GTFO. To be fair the actor does a great job with this role.

20:01 Dike is so random. But it’s nice he’s taking an interest??

21:20 NIX LMAO

21:33 Ugh, Dick. Stop. I know it’s to establish a sense of normalcy and ritual but Come. On. Buddy. Lol I love how Nix is just like LMAO NO I’M NOT GOING. I wish I could just say no when asked to do things by my bosses. We know it’s cos Nix can’t bear to be apart from his husband for so long <3

22:33 Guys, don’t be mean. Fassy, no, come on.

22:53 Wtf are Penk and Rich doing…

23:05 LMAO @ Dick and Sink.

“Got to keep the morale up for the folks back home.”

“Why?”

“Damned if I know.”

Iconic. Valid.

23:34 Lol my Joe/Charlie thought he was gonna get in trouble, but Dad just wanted to nag <3

24:24 Oh Bill <3 “Tied me own boots once last week, all by meself.” <3333 Bill please never change.

24:30 Rich <3333

24:36 Riiiiichhhhhh <3

24:48 Johhny ‘unimpressed’ Martin is already looking unimpressed, new kid, watch out, you’re not off to a great start.

24:56 Rich’s helmet still has bullet holes from the last episode, love the continuity <3

25:07 “You’ll find out, son.” Oh, Alley <3

25:17 Rich is hilarious in this scene, he’s having so much fun <3

25:22 Hey Lieb, I’ve missed you

25:46 Riichhh <3

25:53 OMFG that exchange!

               “How are those nuts, sarge?”

               “Doin fine, Bill, nice of you to ask.”

               Wtf Lip!!

26:05 Bye, Fassy!

26:26 Even when he’s blurred by snow, Speirs is intimidatingly good-looking.

27:01 He’s so polite but so scary

27:23 You’re hot, Speirs, so I automatically trust you. Not sure what that says about me but it’s probably not good tbh

27:57 Joe/Charlie has been back five seconds and he’s already out for blood.

28:58 Hey Lee

30:00 Oh God

31:33 Oh no, Joe/Charlie, my baby ☹

33:39 Bill’s here, baby, it’s OK

34:10 I can’t deal with the hilarity of Babe blocked in by the tree while Joe/Charlie is in such a bad way and being done so dirty

34:56 Oh GOD

35:28 Bill </3

36:11 My thoughts exactly, Luz

36:42 Buck ☹

37:41 “Hey Joe, I told you I’d beat you back to the states.” Bill don’t me laugh while I’m crying. Aw, we’ll miss you <3

37:59 Not really the time but fuck it, I am totally digging Luz’s hair now

38:26 I’m so shook. I’ve watched this series a billion times but it still hurts me. Scene after scene, Joe/Charlie in pain, Buck screaming for a medic, God Neal and Kirk are so good.

39:18 Oh God, Buck

40:00 Rich I love you

40:44 Rich <3 ☹

41:22 Noooooooo </3

41:44 No. No. NO.

41:59 NO. NOPE. CANON NOT ACCEPTED. They’re fine. They’re fine, they’re just off-screen for the rest of the series, chillin with Hoob and Renee on like a nice beach somewhere. Drinking maitais and maragaritas and building sandcastles and shit.

44:00 Hit Malarkey the hardest? NO FUCKING WAY, LIP, HIT ME THE HARDEST, MORE LIKE! But in all seriousness, can you imagine losing your friends, not having a body to bury or time to grieve ugh ☹ </3 OK I concede that Malarkey and I can share the grief 50/50. No wait. 60/40. In favour of me.

45:15 Malark, it’s what Hoob would have wanted. I’d ask him but he’s busy sunbathing and keeping the drinks topped up

46:57 We love you Buck

47:14 Bull <3

47:43 Lieb <333

48:10 Hang on, sweetie, Dad isn’t back yet

48:50 It’s OK, Lip, sweetie, you can do it.

49:38 Lip, listen to me, your Dad’s going to fix everything in about ten, fifteen minutes. And he’ll get you a hot boyfriend in the process. It’s all going to be OK.

50:05 Dick, honey, Dike doesn’t understand a thing you’re saying

50:25 Dike’s like lol who the fuck was that guy?

51:17 Lieb is so blood-thirsty <3

51:23 DON’T STOP RUNNING, IDIOT. NEVER STOP RUNNING! THE REST OF US LEARNT THAT IN THE FIRST EPISODE! GOD!

51:40 WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU FUCKING WASTE OF OXYGEN

52:09 Poor Lee

52:22 NO, FUCK, OMG

53:14 Don’t send my Lee alone!

53:33 Bull. A cigar. Right now? I like Johnny’s beard, suits him.

54:13 “THEY SHOT ME IN MY ASS, BOYS!” Aw Perco. Iconic.

54:36 Legit one of my fave scenes in the history of television. Dick is just so beside himself and desperate and helpless watching his sons stuck and in so much trouble. He’s in full Dad mode, about to run in there to save his boys. Then, and this is so subtle but it’s my fave bit, HE CUTS OFF SINK. HE IGNORES/SPEAKS OVER SINK. DICK! SPEAKS! OVER! SINK! IN WHAT UNIVERSE WOULD HE EVER DO THAT?! ON WHAT PLANET WOULD HE EVER BE SO DISRESPCTFUL?! THIS ONE, COS HIS SONS NEED HIM NOW AND BEING POLITE AND ADHERRING TO PRINCIPLE AND RANK DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER WHEN EASY IS IN TROUBLE! AND THEN HE CALLS UP OUR BOY SPEIRS. AND SPEIRS IS SO FUCKING GUNG-HO, BOUNCING ABOUT READY TO SLAUGHTER EVERYONE, SO FUCKIN EXCITED!!

And then there’s Nix, lmao, chillin with his binoculars, super relaxed as long as his husband stays safe, tbh.

55:06 Oh that was the new boy, aw

55:12 BOSS BAMF ICONIC WE STAN

55:20 Here you go, Lip, one BF courtesy of your Dad lol

55:48 Oh GOD I MISS RICH

56:24 LMFAO was that the haystack Dike was behind??

57:00 I.C.O.N.I.C.

57:23 “The astounding thing was, that after he hooked up with I company, he came back.” Annnnnd Lip’s in love.

57:49 Aw happy boys

58:09 Noooooo they’ve been through enough! I’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH THIS EPISODE OK, FUCK!

58:23 Go on, my angel son, you can do it.

58:36 Go, son. I love you.

58:43 Yes. Good boy.

59:26 Aw Bull piggybacking Perco <3

1:00:23 Oh yay! The church scene!

1:00:39 Look at my angel son <3

1:00:48 Hey Lieb

1:00:54 IT’S TAB! HEY TAB!

1:01:09 Babe <3 GRANT <3

1:01:29 Ahahaha Roe, I see you strategically placed yourself where you could stare at Babe 😉

1:01:59 Only 63 men left? Oh </3

1:02:00 Ahh Joe/Charlie <3 Bill <3 We love and miss you

1:02:20 RICH <333333 I LOVE YOU RICH <3333333 GOODBYE RICH <333333333333

1:02:39 Fuck Speirs is hot

1:02:53 The flirting <3 shooting looks at each other aw

1:03:09 Boys, stop checking each other out. You’re literally in a church full of nuns, go somewhere else to expend your sexual tension, jeez.

1:03:41 Flirting via talk of Roman soldiers, I dig it

1:04:28 Oh God, guys, this bit. Other than the propensity of my angel son, compared to usual, this is the only good part of the episode, I am here for the Speirton!

               “You don’t have any idea who I’m talking about, do you?” HIS FACE IS SO SOFT

               “No, Sir.” Lip, sweetie.

               “Hell, it was you, first sergeant.”

Speirs’ is in love right back. And his continued flirting re battlefield commission GOD. The way he looks at Lip… you deserve the hottest guy in the whole show, Lip, proud of you sweetie.

1:06:48 Annnnnd everything fucking hurts.

 To summarise, I am kinda appeased by the glorious glory that is Spierton. Rich and Penk and Hoob and Renee are FINE. THEY JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE OFF-SCREEN. IT’S FINE. I’M FINE ABOUT IT.

[enthusingovertoomuch]

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kageyama and Daichi having an Egyptian s/o

So um remember how I said I was thinking of making this? I decided imma do it.

@ non Egyptian Arabs who might see this : If yall don’t get some words, don’t feel dumb it’s the just the difference in dialect. I know I feel dumb sometimes when I don’t get words in other dialects :)

Thank you @iwaixiumi for helping pick out the characters <3

IMPORTANT: the cursive is the translation and (s/n) is sibling’s name :)

this ended up really long um yea

Kuroo Tetsuro:

- He knew you weren’t Japanese but didn’t know where you were from and didn’t want to ask you cuz he didn’t want to hurt your feelings

- ngl he v curious

- anyways

- one time you were hanging out with the vbc cuz you’re the manager

- yall were goofing off and then your phone rang

- it was your mother

- they were planning on making weird noises and comments to annoy you

-bUT THEN they heard the words coming put of your mouth

Y/N : allo? Aywa ya mama? Hello? Yes mom? 7adretik 3ayza laban mn el supermarket w ana rag3a? You want me to get milk from the supermarket on my way back? 7aga tania? Anything else? La2a? No? Ah sa7 mama! 2a2oul le zamayli 3an el 3ozuma beta3t el 2esbou3 elli gay? Oh right mom! Should I tell my schoolmates about the gathering next week? Ok, tab salemili 3ala (s/n) w baba! Ok, greet (s/n) and dad for me! Bye!!

- Floor, meet the nekoma boys volleyball clubs’ jaws 

- Floor 🤝 Nekoma boys volleyball clubs’ jaws

- their initial reaction was

- AS I’M WRITING THIS A CAR PLAYING SHA3BI ( Egyptian reggae) DROVE BY AND I’M FREAKING OUT I’M IN GERMANY LIKW WTF????

- ahem

- “WHAT WAS THAT????” that was Lev & Yamamoto voicing everyone’s thoughts

- you’re just like “???? I was just talking to my mom”

- this is you rn

- This is where Nobuyuki comes in

- “I think they mean what language were you speaking”

- “Oh that was Arabic.” 

- “Why do you speak Arabic with your mom?”  Lev & Yamamoto voicing everyone’s thoughts pt2

- this is you rn pt2

- “Ummm I’m Egyptian???”

- “Since when????” ngl this was all Lev and his poWERFUL brain

- “ wHAT DO YOU MEAN SINCE WHEN???” -Y/N

- hold up imma set the scene for yall

- we have a group of relatively scary looking guys (and a girl)

- and I kid you not this is the expression of the whole team is this

- they’re just trying to put the pieces together

- “Did you guys actually think I was Japanese?”

- “No, we wanted to ask you where you were from but be thought that would be insensitive” - kuroo

- we love a thoughtful king 👑🤧

- “Oh .... AWWW THAT’S SO SWEET”

- now that everyone’s caught up to date, you tell them that you decided to invite them over for Egyptian food next week and how that was one of the things you were discussing with ur mom

- at the mention of food they get exited

- now they can’t wait for next week

- “WAIT!!! don’t Egyptians speak Egyptian????” Lev and his poWERFUL brain pt2

- this you again

- from then on Kuroo decided to learn about Egypt and the culture cuz he felt like

- you know so much abt his country and culture, the least he could do is know the same about yours, right?

- he tries to say cute things and actually succeeds

Bokuto Kotaro:

- you, Bokuto and Akaashi are at your place watching a movie

- then your mom shows up

Mama (L/N): (Y/N) 2oul/2ouli le as7abak/as7abik en el 2akl gahez w 2is2al/2is2ali lau akl masri msh moshkela lihom. (Y/N) tell your friends the food is ready and ask if Egyptian food isn’t an issue for them.

(Y/N): 7adr ya mama. Teslam 2ideki. Yes mom. Teslam 2ideki is what you say to a person who cookes as appreaciation. A semi direct translation would be bless your hands.

- ngl all this Egyptian food talk is getting to me imma go grab some myself

- I’m typing on my phone rn while waiting for the microwave to finish

- you had already told them before hand that they would be trying traditional food

- they just didn’t know what country it was from

- or Bokuto at least

- “So that’s what Egyptian Arabic sounds like. Huh 🤔” - brain babie Kaashi

- literally bokuto

- “yoU’RE EGYPTIAN?????”

- “Ummm yea?????”

- “How do I know but you don’t, Bokuto-san?”

- “WHAAAA THAT’S SOOOO COOL!!!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT EGYPT!!”

- you tell them about the food being ready and talk about Egypt over the meal

- Now that he knows

- THIS BABIE WILL FLEX ABOUT YOU BEING EGYPTIAN TO HIS TEAM ALL THE TIME 

- tries to say cute things but fails

- like he tried to say ana ba7ebak/ ba7ebik I love you and ends up saying ana ba7la2ak/ba7la2ik I’m shaving you

- you’re just dying of laughter the whole time

- but it’s the thought that counts 🥰

Akaashi Keiji:

- ngl this by will figure it out on his own

- he’s just that smart

- he hears you talking about it with your classmate and that’s how he finds out

- then one day while out on a date your grandma calls

- “what the ..?” confused Y/N

- “what’s up?” concerned Akaashi

- “my grandma’s video calling me”

- “well pick up then”

- “but we’re on a date rn???”

- “just pick up”

Y/N: allo?? hi Nanna!!!!! Hello?? Hi Grandma!!!!!

Grams: hi 7abib/7abibet Nanna! Hi Grandma’s dear! enti fen delwa2ti ya 7abiby/7abibty? Where are you right now dear?

Y/N: ana 7aleyan ma3 sa7bi benetmasha. I’m currenty walking with my boyfriend 

Grams: Eh da fe3lan? Really??? Tab warili weshou. Show me his face 

Y/N: O.o

- ngl my granda would ask me to do that

- “she wants to see your face” 

- “mine?”

- “yes”

- “o-oh”

- cue Akaashi standing behind you and resting his head on your shoulder

- uwu

- the next thing he did was a shocker

- ngl I’m writing this and I’m schocked

Akaashi: hi ana esmi Keiji hi my name is Keiji

Grams: Eh dah Y/N enta/enti ma2oltelish enno beyetkalem 3arabi Y/N you didn’t tell me he speaks Arabic

Y/N: wallahi makont 3aref/3arfa. Lau kont 3aref 3arfa kont 2olt le 7adretik. I swear I had no clue. If I had known I would have told you.

Grams: tab ana hasibko testamte3o wa2toko ma3 ba3d. I’ll let you enjoy your time together now. Bye! kobulat! Bye !kisses!

Y/N: Bye! kobulat! Bye! kisses!

- “ hOW DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ARABIC”

- this is you rn

- “oh I heard you talking to a classmate about being Egyptian so I thought it would be good if I could introduce myself in Arabic.”

- bless his heart ISTG

- he knows a lot about the culture from research and stuff

- enjoys it when you make things like koshari for him to try

- also likes foul w ta3meya after trying it in your bento once

Kageyama Tobio:

- ngl this boy doesn’t use his brain that often except for volleyball

- he never thought of the fact that you’re not Japanese

- he finds out about it when Hinata asks what in your bento

- when you answe torli (A tray of baked potatoes, carrots, onions, and tomato sauce. eaten with rice)

- he’s like ????

- dis him rn

- when hinata asks what that is and you explained it and that you’re Egyptian

- he was hiding the fact that this is new information to him

- then hinata opened his mouth

- “Kageyama did you know that???”

- yea that’s where everything went south

- he was stuttering and in the end the tangerine never got his answer seeing as the bell saved the blueberry in question

- from then on he tries to take note of everything when it’s you

- he’s not gonna try to learn phrases from you he’ll forget them 0.2 seconds later

Sawamura Daichi:

- he probably finds out when Oikawa ( with whom you attended middle school with and maintain a good friendship with) asks you how to compliment girls in Arabic

Daichi: ??? Y/N doesn’t speak Arabic

Oikawa: OHHHH you haven’t told him yet? Anyways Y/N is Egyptian and so is the girl I’m trying to impress so pleassseeee

Y/N: no ........ fine later tho

Oikawa : YAY thank youuuu

- asks you why you didn’t tell him

- is a bit worried

- but calms down when you explain how it never came up

- asks you abt Egypt and the culture

- imo he won’t try to learn phrases

- BUT

- he LOVES Egyptian food 

- I can see him liking Koshari a lot

- also LOVES Basbusa

[kathasgotyourtongue]

Unpredictable Jokers (A Hermitcraft Fanfiction)

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Prologue |  Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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The next person to spot this mysterious character was Bdubs.

He had been working hard on his latest village style house, when he had gotten a chat from his Boomer buddy, Tango. Tango had wanted to discuss a new redstone machine for their business, and who was Bdubs to decline?

Bdubs cleaned up his area and put a few more blocks down, before heading back to his main house to gear up.

He was just about to take off, when he noticed movement in his flower fields. Looking closer, he saw someone duck down out of view. Bdubs raised a brow. Who could that have been?

For a moment, he feared Doc was still mad about the goat statue incident, but shook the thought away when he remembered they had made amends already. Curiousity killed the cat, he joked to himself, and wandered over to see who it was.

He snuck closer, before jumping out at where he saw the person before, in an attempt to catch them in the act. He was rather confused when he saw nobody there. They couldn't have gotten away from that spot unless going under ground, but none of the ground seemed disturbed.

Bdubs scratched his head in confusion, before looking around. He almost missed it, but managed to catch sight of the person bolt into his green house. Aha!

He grinned in victory as he ran over. Whoever this was, they sure were sneaky!

As Bdubs rounded the doorway into the building, he grew frustrated. Nothing. Where could they have gone this time!? He sighs. When he finds who is messing with him, ohh, they would never hear the end of it!

The door behind Bdubs suddenly slammed shut, making him jump and yelp in surprise. His eyes darted to the door, staring it down for a moment. Becoming annoyed and, frankly uncomfortable, he pulled out his communicator and typed out a message.

Bdubs: Ok, who is messing with me!? You will get what's coming to you!

He pressed send and awaited a response. A creak in the floorboards above him made him tense up. This was... starting to freak him out a bit.

The house grew strangley quiet, and he eyed the stairs across the room intently. His communicator startled him when it buzzed with a new message.

Xisuma: Someone is messing with you?? I'm in the shopping district rn. So are Tango and Stress. Everyone else isn't active bc it's late..

Bdubs's brows furrowed. What? He checked the tab list. It showed that indeed X, Tango, Stress and him were active as well as the others being inactive. Then who was messing with him? Bdubs felt his heart quicken. Who was in his house?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard quick footsteps up along the roof. Rushing outside, Bdubs just barely caught sight of the same intruder jumping down into the nearby ravine. Worried, Bdubs quickly took off and looked down into the huge ravine below. Nobody was at the bottom.

He glanced back nervously, before his nerves got to him and he found himself spamming rockets to get to the shopping district as fast as humanly possible.

He landed a bit roughly upon arrival, but recovered quickly and sprinted to find the others.

"Guys!? Guys! Come quick! I have a stalker, I'm telling you!" He shouted as he ran into the center of the island. The others quickly came to him, worried.

"Bdubs? Hey, you ok? You look pale!" X pointed out. Bdubs bent over, trying to catch his breath.

"Guys..!.. *huff* I... *huff* saw.. *huff* something..!" He spoke, desperately trying to regain his breath.

"Woah, calm down, dude! Tell us what happened!" Tango said, concerned. Bdubs finally restored his lungs enough to speak.

"One of you were trying to mess with me, I just know it! I don't even know how you did it! Just- man! Ya really had me for a second there, I was totally freaked out!" He joked, waiting for one of them to pipe up and confess. The other three hermits exchanged a look.

"What are you talking about, bro? Like X said, we have been here the whole time." Tango said, giving Bdubs a worried look. Bdubs felt his heart beat faster. That couldn't be right, he knew someone was at his place just then!

"What? Nah, don't try and fool me! I saw someone in my flower fields when I went to take off! So I went to catch them in the act, but they had snuck past me and gotten into my green house! Then I chased them inside and they slammed my door behind me, and after walking around upstairs they jumped into the ravine! Really freaked me out! You're saying you guys seriously didn't do that!?" He asked, growing a bit nervous and agitated.

Stress reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "No.. promise! We were here the whole time..." she trailed off.

Bdubs continued to rant to Tango and Stress as X was reminded of a conversation he had with Grian just the other day. It was pretty random, but Grian seemed pretty freaked out. It reminded him of this situation, actually.

"Oh, X! Hey, just the hermit I was looking for! Say, we haven't added any new hermits without me knowing, have we?" Grian asked with an added nervous smile and chuckle. His eyes flickered to the treeline and back to X a bit frantically. X raised a brow.

"No..? Why would we add a new hermit without your say in it?" He asked, confused. Grian looked uncomfortable, but smiled and chuckled anyway.

"O-Oh, heh, just wondering! Thanks, X!" He said before quickly flying away, leaving Xisuma behind before he could get out another word.

"-X? X!" Tango called, bringing X back into reality.

"Sorry, what?" He asked.

"You zoned out on us! Everything good?" He asked. X nodded.

"Yeah, just remembered something a bit odd... You good now, Bdubs?" X asked. Bdubs was doing a few breathing exercises with Stress.

"Much, yes." He sighed shakily. Tango draped an arm around his shoulder.

"Hey, I know what will take your mind off of it! A new Boomers device!~" he called in a sing song tone. Bdubs lit up.

"Yes, right! Silly me! Come on, no more wasting time here, lead the way, Tango! Let's go!" He said excitedly, pulling on Tango's wrist like a child. Tango laughs and the two head off towards the Boomers shop. X and Stress exchange a shrug and part ways.

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After Bdubs, the person to spot the intruder next was the one and only Joe Hills himself. He was in the shopping district having a look around when he saw someone creep back behind the rockets shop. Intrigued, he quickly went over to say hello. To his confusion, nobody was there when he arrived. Thinking he just missed them as they went around the back, he climbed up to survey the area from above. He didn't see anything. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, he concluded.

He was about to climb down and continue on with his day, when he noticed movement by Iskall's slime shop. A bit of a strange distance in that time, but no matter.

It was a shame Joe couldn't get a good look at them, but he recognized them to be the same as before, whoever they were. Triumphant in his search, Joe hopped down and skipped over. He hoped to catch them before they left in order to have a quick chat.

Joe slowed to a stop at the slime shop entrance, puzzled once more. They were gone? Looking around, he saw no one in sight. Weird...

"Joe? Earth to Joe!" Joe spun around to come face to face with his good friend, Cleo. She looked worried as she stood before him.

"Oh! Howdy there, Cleo! Say, you didn't happen to be buying slime at this very establishment just a mere minute ago, were you?" He asked. Perhaps his eyes were just growing worse with age, but he thought he could recognize Cleo anywhere. That person didn't really look like Cleo, with the flaming hair and blue-ish green-ish skin.

"Hm? No, why?" She asked, curious. Joe raised a brow.

"Really? Well, I guess I just saw someone else, then... I could have sworn I saw someone around here, and I just wanted to stop them and say hello! Can't find 'em anywhere!" He pondered. Cleo gave him a concerned look.

"Perhaps you caught the crazies, Hun! I heard through the grapevine that the other day, Bdubs was totally convinced someone was messing with him at his village! Thing is, everyone who was active at the time was here in the Shopping District! Honestly, I feel bad for the guy! He must have worked himself too hard and was imagining things. Can't even begin to imagine how much he freaked himself out. From what Stress told me, she even had to go so far as to do breathing exercises with him!" Cleo rambled. Joe raised a brow.

"Huh. Maybe there is a case of the crazies going around, then. I guess I don't have awful eyesight afterall!" He joked. Cleo laughed.

"Right, well I should really get back to what I was working on! I just came to pick up a few dyes for my puppets' outfits. I will leave you to it! Try not to imagine anything else while I'm away!" She teased. Joe laughed.

"Yeah, don't worry about me! See you around, Cleo." He bid goodbye as she took flight.

"Bye, Joe!" She called as she soared away.

Joe glanced back at the slime shop entrance once more, before sighing and walking away, making a mental note to inform Xisuma about this later.

Guess he really was going crazy.

[winter-fairy-seed]

Deep Base

A small tale for my buddies.

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Sudden Bliss - Prologue

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Another boring day passed by. You could almost gag at the pristine white walls of the hospital room, feeling your nose scrunch at the off white curtains that you know haven’t been washed in the last year.

“Are they even supposed to be that color?”, you thought to yourself squinting your eyes.

You’ve spent most of your week in this small place due to another breathing attack, which in fact was not because of asthma, but an “illness not yet disclosed or confirmed”. You clicked your tongue, reminded of the look on the doctor’s face when your mother asked if they’ve found any new treatments. You sighed, staring at the ceiling annoyed, and leaned back into the fluffy pillow on your hospital bed-- one of the many gifts given to you by some old friends. You hadn’t seen them in a long time, going in and out and between home and the hospital. You sighed again, irritated at the depressing thoughts and turned your head towards the window.

The sky was very blue that day, though your eyes, sensitive to the light, mostly saw the burning white off the reflected windowsill. You hummed to yourself, starting to drift away into a daydream. Visual ecstasy of the mid-day sun reflecting off of cold blue water instead of a dusty windowsill. Fresh breezes on your face like hasty kisses from the sky. A lovely dress that danced in the wind as much as your curls would.

A soft knocking could be heard on the door, and a doctor with an unfamiliar face walked in, bowing respectfully but also out of apology as he assumed he had disturbed you. He did, but you quickly forgot about the image of dazzling waters when you saw he carried a large briefcase and wore a black laboratory coat. You sat up straight in your bed, no words yet traded, as another unfamiliar face walked in not too far behind. This time you were a bit embarrassed as the second person to enter looked to be around your age-- maybe older? You were already used to your regular doctors seeing you as a hot mess, but not this professional man and what seemed to be his well put together son. You began to slowly become self-conscious about how you looked-- having been in the hospital for almost a week, it’s fair.

“Hello, ____”, the doctor warmly spoke, standing straight. “I’m here today for your regular checkup instead of Dr.xxx. I’m a part of the team who investigates and does the research on your illness. I’ve come myself to collect some important data, so I’ll set my things up and if you’d please, let me know when you’re comfortable and ready.”

It was hard for you to process everything that was happening. Your Doctor nor your mother warned you of this, and you felt sort of betrayed. Not that it was really their fault...entirely… Surprise visits weren’t uncommon for your case and apparently as a child there had been many researchers and doctors visiting you from across the globe.

It was still a bit hard for you to speak, so you lifted your finger towards the boy with an inquisitive look, feeling a bit rude for having pointed.

“Ah yes! My Apologies miss ____. This is my son. He’s been trapped at my place since there was a fire in his apartment. He insisted he come with me to work, so here we are! I read that you’re 19, so I thought having someone around your age would be of good company.” The man, now with gloves on and a stethoscope around his neck rummaged through his case while telling you about his morning. “Yoongi...why don’t you introduce yourself?”

By now your finger lowered, your hand now lying on the blanket that warmly covered your lap. Your eyes briefly looked over the male, who was more concentrated on the walls than you. What he was looking at? Who knows.

“Yoongi?” The doctor asked, turning slightly as if to check if his son had left.

You looked towards the boy as a reflex of the doctor calling his name and this time he made eye contact with you. He nodded his head slowly, his eyes slowly trailing to the right in the process.

You nodded your head as well, pushing your lips together in a straight lined smile.

“Well..you both are quite quiet...but that’s not a bad thing.” The doctor giggled at his observation and rose from his desk. He walked towards the bed and extended his hand which held the stethoscope. “___, if you could turn around?”

Your eyes followed the doctor as he walked towards you and before he could even request you had your back slightly turned towards him, where he gently listened to your heartbeat.

“Good.” He withdrew his hands and placed the stethoscope near his belongings.

He proceeded to do all other basic checkup procedures and recorded his data. In the process, you couldn’t stop your gaze from landing on the boy—who was now hovering over the canvases you painted the other day. You were again self-conscious and decided to concentrate on the checkup. You could hear the faint sound of fingers brushing over the soft yet rough surface of the canvas and your eyebrows burrowed curiously.

A few more silent moments passed and the doctor cleared his throat and sat up after finishing the checkup.

“Alright! Everything looks good so far! You seem to be following the diet and the minimal exercise we’ve assigned you and it seems to be paying off.” he walked back over to the desk, rolling the swivel chair to and from the separate ends of the large table, writing and typing. You stare almost feverishly at the computer screen where he records his data, not missing some other tab that had question marks scattered all throughout a flooded document. He gets up swiftly and heads towards the door.

“Alright! I have some samples to pick up, and data to drop off! I’ll get the tools we need to run your blood test as well. It won’t take long but bear with me for about 30 mins. Keep her company ok?” Your mouth practically fell open as he smiled warmly, directing his son as he headed out the room with haste and a wave. You looked back towards the son who listened obediently and sat down to get comfortable.

You almost suffocated from the silence, feeling as though it was too quiet to breathe. The ringing of your phone broke the silence in the room, making you both jolt a bit. You swiftly grabbed it, seeing it was your doctor and answered it quickly.

“___? Hello~?” The doctor sang into your ear as your nervously breathed having to break the deafening silence.

The boy on the other hand didn’t hesitate to feel for his phone in his pocket, pulling out a pair of headphones in which he plopped in his ear. You felt relieved by the gesture, your heart slowing down from its relay race.

“Yea, hey Dr. xxx.” You sighed in relief hearing a similar voice.

“How are you feeling? Did you get your checkup? I’m sorry for the little surprise! It was a last minute split decision made by the team… But! Dr. Min is renowned as of lately for his teams research and study in the field. He recently came out with a book called Mysterious Illnesses and Where They Come From. A fine read if I do say so! It’ll open your eyes to a lot...most importantly it’ll give you hope! And--”

“Dr. xxx….. I understand. Thank you..” You chuckled slightly to yourself. She always got carried away but you loved to listen to her stories and updates. “I actually enjoy the doctor! He’s very efficient and kind, and most importantly--”

“He has gentle hands?” Dr. xxx says through the phone laughing.

“Yes. Very gentle so I’m, at the very least, grateful for that.”

In past situations, you’ve dealt with many doctors who were super rough and cared more about their research than your fragile body. They would stick the popsicle stick too far down your throat or would half-hazardly stick the butterfly needle in to draw blood. Dr. xxx knew you hated them and remembered each and every bad experience. That’s why she always made sure to pay close attention to your reactions and sensitivity.

“Where is Dr. Min now? Are you alone? Not going too crazy?” Dr. xxx giggled to herself reminiscing each and every sly comment that could come from your mouth, but was surprised to hear a soft “hmmm” instead.

“He’s gone….but his son is here…” You cautiously looked towards the boy, his bluish black hair falling over his eyes. “Is he sleeping?” You thought to yourself. Taking note at this way his chest rose up and down. And the delicate twitching of his eyelashes.

“Oh!...well that’s interesting...is he...cute?” the Dr said nonchalantly.

Your felt your face heat up at the question and you pulled your gaze from him and back towards the window where your mouth was left agape. Only breathing out slightly.

“W-...well…” you stammered

“I’ll take that as a yes” She giggled, finding her bearing again after a few seconds. “Well if that’s the case, Dr. Min must be a Love Doctor too!!! I’ll leave you to it! You deserve it after all those lonely months at home and there in that white room that seemingly gets smaller and smaller.

Face still flushed and in a daze you shake your head almost laughing. “Don’t say such hazardous things— one of these days my heart will really stop”.

“Hey! Don’t joke like that….” the Dr was silent for a second but then gave a small chuckle.

“Really though...I really hope you can make some friends?? Maybe painting will become easier again?” She says sorrowfully, but with hope in her voice. Your heart clenched tightly at her words, a tight smile forming on your lips.

“Yea...maybe….” you look down towards your hands. They were clean in the areas that would usually be full of paint and you sighed softly.

“Ok now, take care and call me if you need anything. Your mom is still working but wanted me to give you a call around the time the doctor was getting there. I’ll let her know everything went well, yea?”

“Yes Dr. xxx.” You feel a smile creep up again and you breathe out your goodbyes. “Thank you...bye”.

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After hanging up the call you rested your head against the blanket and closed your eyes, almost forgetting the boy until you heard the muffled sounds of a saxophone. Your ears perked at the highs and lows and you turned your body slightly looking towards the sounds. You noticed it was coming from the headphones of the boy. “Hmm…”, you thought to yourself.

Sitting up in the bed you picked up a random piece of paper off your desk and shaped it into a narrow jet. You stuck your tongue out a bit closing your right eye, aiming for the round blue head of the boy.

The paper plane drifted almost in slow motion and you slowly started regretting your decision, but by then it was too late as the stiff paper plane crashed into his head and plopped to the floor with a soft smack.

The boys head jolted a bit and he slowly lifted up his chin, eyes blinking the sleep away. You decided you’d be tough about it, trying to brush off the nervousness. He took out the headphone and stared at your with furrowed brows.

“Uhm….” you gulped slightly but continued without stuttering, “That music…”

He seemed to open his mouth a bit as if to have already understood what you said. He pulls the plug of his headphones and places them in his pocket with as face that reads “sorry”.

You stammer a bit with your words this time but manage to get out, “No no no, that’s not what I meant— I mean… what are you listening to?” Your gaze stays glued to the floor, only darting up when he makes slight movements. It’s a bit quiet and he doesn’t reply at first, so you take a longer peak and realize the boy's face has turned a subtle hue of red.

“That’s….that’s…” he seemed to be having as much trouble as you were speaking when suddenly he gets up from the chair and walks closer to sit in the chair on the bedside. Your stayed wide-eyed at his movement and boldness. You just couldn’t make out his character. “Was he shy? Was he bold? Did he not care? Did he?”, you asked to yourself.

“These are some projects I’ve been working on…” he said while rubbing the side of his neck with his index finger and pouting his lip a bit. Now this surprised you.

This time you weren’t afraid to stare at his face, yours heating up when realizing how handsome he was up close. He continued to look through his phone until finding a music file and pressed play

“My father told me you liked soft sounds…” he said, not breaking eye contact with his phone.

You wondered if that was information your Dr wrote in your files? Either way it was very considerate and made your heart warm in a soft way.

You leaned forward a bit to signal you were listening and a soft melody began to play. A muffled saxophone and sharp reverb hi-hats with small clicks here and there began to play with what sounded like a ball full of sand rolling across a wood floor. there was a deep oozing bass and you felt your mind ease and your hands relax against the soft fabric of the blanket. You began to sway your body back and forth. You almost jolted to a stop when you heard a soft hum coming from beside you. When you opened your eyes you saw the dark haired boy swaying as well, eyes delicately closed, slender fingers tapping against the chair’s arm. You almost forgot to breathe, watching how gracefully his hair brushed against his forehead.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tight once more wanting to enjoy the sounds until the very end, ignoring the nervousness. But what you couldn’t ignore is the feeling of a hand sliding up your arm softly to the sway of the rhythm. Warm breath brushing over the crook of your neck and small whispers in your ear. Your heart began to race and your swaying slowed and became more fluid. You bit your bottom lip, sighing softly.

“___...” you heard in the echoing distance.

You gave a soft “yes?” until you heard your name again but louder.

“___.”

You jolted back into reality turning frantically towards the boy beside you. His eyes were dark, but his eyebrow raised in question.

“Ah-- what, yes?” you say stammering for a grasp of reality once more, face heating up. You all of sudden want to leave the blankets as it’s gotten 20 degrees hotter than you remember.

“The music's over….” The boy held his phone in his lap once more, letting go a small breath and smile. He pressed your lips and nodded to express your realization. your face warmed up again as you must’ve been swaying back and forth before coming to. “It seemed that you liked it though...good”. He looked back down to his phone with a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Ah yes...I probably looked...insane” you stammered this time, removing the blanket and sitting up towards the window with your back facing him.

“Hmm.” Was all he said and a few moments later a small knock was heard and the black jacket Doctor was back through the door with more papers and equipment.

“Ah! I see you guys have finally gotten comfortable. Good! Nothing wrong with being slow to warm.” He smiles again, amused by his own comment and organizes his things. “Alright! Let’s finish this up quickly so you can get some rest.”

You nodded your head with a small smile and Yoongi moved back to his previous spot and placed his headphones in.

You glanced over expecting to see him relaxing and about to drift away into slumber, but this time, the dark eyes that gazed over you a few minutes ago stayed on you, hooded by his dark locks. Your face heated up as you looked away, the faint sounds of the saxophone ringing in the back...

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Drabble-So calls my heart to bad decisions. (Hoenn)

Based on this , cause I can’t get it out of my head and I think it’d be funny to give mini versions of the crack ideas I said. The keep reading thing is broken so I’mma have to keep it long sorry.

Hoenn: (using some interactions with @cleverest-admin and @psychic-master-will for this.)

“It still hurts.” “Really I wonder why that might be. It’s not like you just decided to put your hand on a glass tube filled with lava or anything.” “Shut up it’s not my fault I want to touch glowing things that look like the most incredible lava lamps I’ve ever seen!” “No of course it’s not! It’s called genetics, and you getting the stupid gene.”

Karen snapped tilting her head back slightly as she made her jab. Catching the glare from Will she smirked returning to messing with the wires. They had run around the Magma base for awhile now having their fun dropping paper on the lava tubes to see how long it’d take them to catch on fire, snooping through drawers, and at one point finding some old uniforms and trying them on. Karen still had on the hoodie for the girl’s uniform. What? It was a comfy hoodie. 

“Oh my genetics are bad miss ‘I learned how to square dance cause I enjoy country music so much, and you also confused the wires again. You sure you aren’t colorblind?”

Will snot right back at her. Karen felt the wires in either of her hands start to be tugged away by an invisible force, and knew exactly who was causing that. Giving him a dramatic sigh she stood up arms crossed to let him finish what she started. In all honesty she was thankful for the help, but the tone of mushy emotions were to be left out of these adventures. 

“Alright now you’re done showing off let’s check out where this one goes. We have yet to get to Maxie’s room, or any admin, and the offices are always the most fun.”

She chimed refitting the cover on the teleportation pad. A part of her really did hope it was an office of some kind. These were usually where secrets could be found, and where they would spend the most time cracking jokes about the place. Sure it might be a bit mean spirited, but they ripped into their own actions as well. It kept things fun.

“Ladies first as they say.” “What? Afraid you got the wires wrong and are going to end up a mangled mesh of person on the other end?” “First of all, that is gross. Secondly, I never doubt myself-” “Yes you never doubt yourself when it involves something stupid.” “You are just as guilty of that hypocrite, but fine I’ll go first if you’re so scared.” “Real original!”

Karen had to yell the last line since he was already stepping on the pad and off to who knows where. As per with the other pads the person to go first would tell the other the coast was clear, so she waited. Then waited a bit more. Ok so far they had heard from the other within a few seconds of zipping off. Why was this taking longer?

‘Will, hey whatcha seeing over there?’

The woman thought to herself hoping he was tuned into her head. I mean he ought to be if he was going through. Silence. Ok this was getting concerning. Without a second thought Karen stepped on the pad herself feeling her feet quickly lift, and then land again now in a completely different room. Except it wasn’t a smooth entrance seeing as how Will hadn’t fully cleared the next platform and she crashed into him the two having to catch each other. 

“Will! The hell?! You went radio silent you know this isn’t the place to-”

In the middle of her lecture she let her eyes look over the room seeing nothing of note. More red walls, a desk, Tabitha, a bed, wait Tabitha. Her head went from scanning the room to looking at the admin who was currently also staring at them mid way between wrapping a mug in some bubble wrap. Ok she was caught up now. 

“So Karen this is Tabitha, nice fellow, we’ve chatted a few times actually before I found out he was with team Magma, but we’re still friendly with each other right?” “Uh....sure, I would like to know what you guys are doing here though. Hi again Will, Karen.”

Tabitha answered starting to break his frozen state and set the half wrapped mug down. He was clearly confused honestly having every right to be. I mean they were trespassing. Sure the place was in the process of being abandoned but still it was weird to see two elites from a different region just stomping around, one wearing a magma hoodie?

“Wait before we answer that I just want to ask why you said ‘again’, to us both. You two have also met before?”

Will addressed pointing between Karen and Tabitha. 

“I mean yeah, a bit. Just casual stuff sorta.” “We went on a blind date with each other like a year ago. A good time, uh didn’t work out though.”

Tabitha answered filling in the gaps Karen wasn’t filling out. Behind the mask eyes went wide as the dark type user’s went down. Oh here we go. 

“Wait a blind date!? I have been trying to get you to go on one for ages and you never will do them! Also a year ago! I knew you were sad about getting rejected by that other guy, don’t tell me that’s what drove you to finally go on a blind date!? Karen when things like this happed you gotta tell me so we can go get ice cream and rant about how awful boys are. I can’t believe this betrayal. My own best friend, a lying hoe.”

The psychic ranted crossing his arms in a huff as he glared at her. He wasn’t really as hurt by this as he was making it sound which is why Karen rolled her eyes to it. Tabitha though had no idea what was happening and just kept shifting his gaze between the two feeling rather out of place. In his own home too! 

“Ugh, we’ll talk about this later. Sorry for bothering you Tabitha, we’re just...like....huh there isn’t a good way to put this. We’re trespassing for fun cause it’s a bad tradition we’ve developed, but if you want maybe we can help you pack up?”

Karen offered awkwardly not knowing what to do with her hands and giving him a double thumbs up of all things combed with a guilt filled smile. The pause wasn’t long, but the atmosphere had a way of making it feel so much longer. Tabitha sort of just shook his head and sighed. 

“I’m good. I’ll be done in another hour or two I guess come back then to have you’re run of the place just promise me the most you’ll take is two partial uniforms. I’m not the only one who needs to come back and get stuff.” “Actually we’ll just only take the one I’m more team aq-oof! Magma, but I know better than to steal things.”

He answered cut off before he could finish his original statement by a jab in the side by Karen’s elbow. 

“As he said we hear you loud and clear, bye Tabs!”

She called pulling her partner in crime back on the teleport pad leaving the baffled admin behind.

[27emailsicantsend]

Muffy first kiss?? I know I'm asking for a lot of headcannons I'm sorry

Author Note: I talked to the person who requested this, it is actually for their second kiss (just a typo) and I requested that I write it as a one shot instead to make my idea flow a little easier, so that’s what I’ll be writing.

Muffy Second Kiss One Shot

It had been three days since the party. Three days since the best night of Buffy’s life. Three day since the hardest night of Buffy’s life. Three days since she kissed Marty from the Party. 

She was sitting on her bed, tying her boot laces up as she thought about the first time she met Marty. They were standing at a food table at one of Andi’s other big parties, throwing lines back and forth at each other. Their banter was unmatchable. She thought about how easily she connected with Marty. How did one small, funny interaction about eating a live frog turn into this? Turn into her being head over heels for the boy with the cute dimples, the boy who got jokes twenty seconds too late, the boy who never pushed her past her limits. He reminded her of what was good for her, but knew when to back down to her stubborn mind.

While everything was still crazy to her, she knew one thing for certain: she wanted more of Marty. After they kissed, he put his arm around her as they walked back into the party. He held her close and it felt right being there. As if his arm was meant for her. They danced, threw bants, and laughed with friends for the rest of the night until Andi said she was leaving.

Buffy shuddered. It was too hard to think about. The night took a turn for the worse after she hugged Marty good bye. As much as Buffy wanted to be happy for Andi, she knew she couldn’t handle the idea of Andi being at a different school from her and Cyrus. She could barely handle it when she almost moved last year- how could Andi leave now? She probably won’t come back right after she leaves...

Buffy could feel tears forming in her eyes and so she shook herself again, grabbed her backpack and caught the bus to school.

At school, Buffy wasn’t sure if she should talk to Marty... avoid him... they did really well talking at the party and had texted through the weekend, but the idea of seeing him again scared her for some reason. How do you face each other again after such an intimate reaction? She tried to avoid the thought as she went about her school day.

Buffy managed to not see him at all that day. Her thoughts kept going back and forth between him and Andi and it made school incredibly difficult to focus on. She struggled taking notes, had no idea what a teacher asked her while she was spacing, and even failed to be sympathetic to Cyrus when he was sad he didn’t get a chocolate-chocolate-chip-muffin.

TJ and Cyrus acted really cool that day. They joked around, held hands, and seemed really normal after getting together at the party. So why was it so scary for her to see Marty?

Buffy went home and began to work on her homework. She fumbled through it as her brain couldn’t focus and she found herself standing up to do something else or checking her phone every five minutes. She was also surprised that Marty hadn’t texted her at all that day. Did she do something wrong? Did she say something to make him angry? The texts from yesterday were fine. What is going on?

Ding-Dong

Buffy jumped at the opportunity to get the door and away from her thoughts. She swung the door open.

Marty.

Her first thought was to panic, but it felt impossible to now seeing him. She didn’t know why seeing him again had freaked her out so much. It felt so natural to see his face; so easy being in his presence.

“Hey,” Buffy said with a small smile.

“Hey, Buffy. How are you?” Marty was grinning ear-to-ear. Everything was fine between them.

“I’m good. Why are you here?”

“I can’t just stop by to see you?”

“Well, of course you can! I was just working on some homework and didn’t expect to see you since I hadn’t seen you at school at all today, not this morning or-” Buffy caught herself. She realized that might come off as if she had been waiting around for him. Well- she had been- but he didn’t need to know that. “-I just thought you might have been sick or something. That’s all”. It wasn’t a great recover, but it would do.

“Nah,” Marty chuckled. “I’m doing just fine. Must have just missed crossing paths. Say, can we talk outside for a minute?”

Oh no, Buffy thought, he really does want to end things. How could I have been so delusional from that grin? He smiles at everything. He’s Marty. 

Buffy continued to work herself up in her head as she calmly, but slightly confused said, “ok?...”

Marty grabbed her hand and led her to the doorstep. They sat down. He looked at her again, but this time the gaze was different. Longing? Maybe. Deep? Definitely.

“Buffy?” He asked as he put a hand on her knee. “How are you really?”

Buffy started to feel defensive. She didn’t do anything wrong! Why is he trying to end things?

“I’m fine, Marty. I’ve been fine and I am fine. I just told you that,” Buffy said, with a slight edge to her voice. She moved her leg away in an attempt to withdraw from Marty emotionally.

Marty sensed her discontent, but somehow knew it was just her shielding. He knew her boundaries and respected them. That’s why Buffy liked him so much. Or at least she thought she did until he came to hurt her. She could feel the tears start to form in her eyes out of anger. Hadn’t she been through enough? She didn’t need this today.

“Buffy,” Marty said, gently, “do you know why I came here?”

Yes, Buffy thought. Physically, however, she just hovered away from Marty and shrugged her shoulders.

“Cyrus sent me.”

This caused Buffy’s head to snap up back at him, eyes wide. Maybe she didn’t know what was going on. “Cyrus sent you? Why?” 

Marty gave Buffy a little half smile. “He wanted me to make sure you were ok. He said you had been acting off all day and seemed distant with him during lunch. He felt like something was off but didn’t want to push you. He thought maybe I could come check on you instead”.

Buffy’s whole body relaxed. She panicked for absolutely no reason. Marty wasn’t mad at her at all, in fact, he wanted to make sure she was ok. Cyrus was so sweet for thinking of her and not trying to push her to talk. She was so lucky... well... except for Andi.

She looked at Marty and gazed into his eyes for a few seconds with a soft smile on her face. She wanted to say she was sorry for being so short with him, but couldn’t find the words. So instead she just decided to talk about what was on her mind.

Marty placed his hand back on her knee. She placed her hand on his, lightly grabbing it. As she rested it there, she lightly rubbed his hand back and forth with her thumb. She watched this small movement as she talked.

“Andi is leaving. She told Cyrus, Jonah, and I after the party. She got accepted into this really fancy art school- SAVA- and I just feel like... it might... break.. us up....” Buffy’s voice began to trail as she started to get choked up. She hated crying and couldn’t handle the idea of Marty seeing that emotion in her. She needed to be strong.

She swallowed in an attempt to compose her self (which slightly worked considering it caused the feeling of her needing to cry to stop), blinked hard to reset her eyes from the tears, and continued to speak.

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I am happy for her- I really am- but she’s my best friend, Marty. Cyrus has TJ. Jonah is busy with Bowie. Heck if I ever see Amber around after this. I just feel like my friends and I are all going to fall apart because of this move and I just can’t take the idea of us leaving and me being alone”.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Marty interrupted to get her to stop talking for a second. She didn’t notice but her voice had began to speed up drastically as she talked. He put his free hand up to her face and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “Buffy, you already know, I won’t leave you. You are not alone”.

It’s true, Buffy thought. Even after their awkward fight last year, he still never truly left. He kept tabs with her while he waited for her to come back and when she was ready to see him again, he was ready to see her. Even after she broke his heart.

Buffy stared at him and bit her lip contemplating. She pulled the hand down he had on her face and kissed him. This kiss was a little longer, a little more intimate than their first. It was a way to thank Marty. It was a way to show she trusted him. It was a way to show that she knew that even if the Good Hair Crew didn’t last, she would make sure she and Marty would. He mattered to her as much as they did and it felt good to know she had a partner to go through these tough times with. He really was that guy.

When the kiss broke, Buffy leaned back and said, without wavering, “I know”. 

Request by: @muffy-thatsit-thatsall