#BEE COME HOME GODDAMMIT

[cowgurrrl]

I’m writing (I swear) but in the meantime here are

June’s One for the Money, Two for the Show family headcanons:

Joel definitely releases an album with your and the kids names as song titles

Lucia definitely pronounces Samuel as Sam-well and he loves it

When Ellie turned eighteen, Joel gave her the option to seek out her biological father/family via DNA testing if she wanted. He told her it wouldn’t hurt either of your feelings and that she had a right to know considering they knew so little about Anna. After a few days of consideration, she agrees to do some health screenings to learn about what she may be pre-disposed to, genetic information, etc., but says she doesn’t want to seek Anna’s family out. “I already have a family.” She said. And yes, Joel cried

Violet has asthma (my poor wheezy baby)

Sarah and Ellie got matching tattoos before Sarah moved to Sacramento: two honey bees because Joel always called them ‘bug’ or ‘honey’ when they were kids

The Miller kids love tiktok like it’s bad. They’re constantly making TikTok’s with each other or with you or Joel and making the internet explode when Joel goes viral for doing the Baby Mama dance. You both had to release a formal statement saying you weren’t pregnant, Joel was just trying to make his kids laugh

You continue to do projects but as the kids get older, you settle into teaching acting at UCLA every other year to give yourself a break. That’s how you come up with the idea to launch your own production company to give young actors a chance to get their foot in the door

The girls, being identical twins, definitely tried to do the thing where they switch places and pretend to be the other but you always know which is which because you’ve literally had their features memorized since you could see them on a sonogram. Joel, however, is sometimes stumped by their identicalness

Sophia definitely dated one of Sam’s teammates and Sam definitely hated every second of it

All of the Miller kids can play instruments but never together because they all think they get to be the one to keep tempo and they all get annoyed with each other. Sarah and Sophia are partial to the keyboard/piano, Ellie to the drums, Sam to the guitar, and Violet to the bass.

Sam, like his dad, is a big softie and will cry at the drop of a hat HOWEVER there was a time after Vi came out that she was getting bullied and that’s the story of how her 6’4 collegiate baseball player brother almost got arrested for threatening to fight a homophobic sixteen year old

One night, after a particularly hard day on set, you came home to Sam, Sophia, Violet, and Joel standing on the kitchen counter singing along to “Benny and the Jets” way past an acceptable time for a sixteen year old and two twelve year olds to be awake but goddammit if you didn’t climb right up on that counter and join them

Sophia and Violet have matching crocs

Sam, despite being his uncle, is only about seven years older than Isaac, making for a super weird conversation when they’re older

None of the kids sound like they’re from Texas until they’re in Texas and when Joel gets going too, it’s over

Sam pierced his ears because Violet said he wouldn’t do it

The kid’s group chat is called “Miller Time”

[marblesarelost]

Christmas Follies; or the Graciousness of Ghosts.

Be me.

Have all the Christmas presents and stuff put up, it's all put up nice and safe, the presents, the candy, everything nice, it's all nice and safe and put away.

Now what you have to understand, Gentle Reader, is that I have ... something of a reputation, you see.

Marbles always loses SOMETHING at Christmas, because she hides it SO WELL. There was one year that we didn't find the damn present until the next August. THAT'S how well I hide Christmas stuff.

So again, be me.

And @palaquinn & the Princex come over with their presents for us, so of course I bring out our presents for them and for Bee, because hell, in for a penny, right? (Before you worry about Football Boy, trust me, he's getting a good Christmas, too.) I bring out everything from the closet and everything is great until I start looking for the stocking candy and the presents for his family.

And.

I.

Can't.

Find.

Them.

Now, rest easy; he found the presents for his family, they were out in plain sight where I would have found them if I weren't in a tizzy. But for the life of me, I could not find the damn Christmas Stocking Candy! I looked EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE. I looked downstairs in the moving boxes, just in case; I looked in my couch's storage space; I looked EV-ER-Y-WHERE. Hell, I even looked under the damn kitchen sink, that's how messed up I was, okay?

So he and the Princex go home, and Football Boy comes home from work, and now FB is looking for the candy too because CANDY, goddammit! You only get the candy in the plastic canes ONCE A YEAR, and it HITS DIFFERENT. It just DOES.

And it gets late, and I decide to go to bed. Just as I'm turning out the lights, I looked toward the ancestor altar where Jody's pictures are, and said; "Sweetheart, I know you're laughing at me, and I know your daddy is laughing at me. Help me find the candy tomorrow, okay? Please? Because I know you know where it is."

Reader.

Gentle. Reader.

So I laid down on the couch, and rolled over and stretched out toward my full-size Cerberus Squishable, which has been on the couch, within easy reach of me and Palaquinn and Bee ALL. DAMN. DAY.

And I hear a rustle, and feel plastic.

Let me tell y'all, I sat up like a shot and moved Cerberus out of the way, and THERE WAS THE FUCKING CHRISTMAS CANDY.

I laid there and laughed and cried and laughed again before getting back up and loading up the stockings.

So I don't know if the candy was actually there under Cerberus all day; I really don't know how it could have been and none of us rustled the bag or reached out and touched it. I guess it could have been. I suppose.

But...

Well, I have been listening to "A Christmas Carol" read by Tim Curry on repeat. Heck, it's playing in my ear right now. And while yes, the Veil is thin at Samhain/Halloween, it's just as thin if not thinner at the Solstices. That's how the Good People can come and ride on our plane at those times, after all; the walls between dimensions are thin, and the Gates are ajar.

So you'll pardon me, I hope, for thinking that Jody and N. were laughing at me all day long, but heard me at the end of the day, and brought the candy back from wherever it had gone.

Thank you, both of you. You're not forgotten. You're never forgotten.

Merry Christmas.

[thatfanfictionchick]

Like I got Satan's SR 3 times, Asmo's SR 6 times, and Mammon's SSR 5 times 😡 PLUS Mammon's "One Too Many Insults" SSR TWICE 😡😡😡

ilysm Mammon but GO THE FUCK AWAAAY

Used all my vouchers. Entirely too many.

Did not get Bee's UR+.

Gonna pout.

[babyboywilson]

cas thought the empty would be quiet. after it had begged for sleep, for peace, he thought he’d have forever in silence, too.

but that was the furthest thing from the truth.

cas heard his family.

all the time.

all the prayers they sent to him; he heard them all.

sometimes it was prayers from jack: ‘there’s a new area in heaven dedicated to bees. I’d thought you’d like that, dad. I’m working with gabriel and a bunch of other angels to get you out of there. we’ll find a way, I promise.’

or, ‘there’s some new cereal I found on earth today and I think you’d like it too. I got an extra box just for you. I miss you. things don’t feel right without you. I just want you to come home. also, I found one of your extra trench coats and now it’s mine.’

other times it was prayers from sam: ‘home isn’t the same without you, cas. i found some new books today and i thought you’d like the spells it talks about. there’s a lot of nature ones.’

or: ‘eileen wanted to play scrabble today. do you remember the scrabble matches we used to have against dean? he’d always lose and you thought it was the funniest thing. mostly because you always won. missing you today, cas.’

but the prayers cas hears the most are from dean. hundreds and hundreds of prayers every single day are from dean.

‘I found a patch outside the bunker to start a garden. I’m gonna start it, but you gotta come back here and tend to it. it’s your garden, cas. just like you always wanted.’

‘I was thinking about that last movie we watched together before…. before you… anyway you looked, god cas, you were so- handsome. the way the light from the tv flickered across your face. I think I contemplated kissing you every single minute of the entire movie. I wish I had.’

‘did I tell you today? I probably already did. I think I’m starting to tell you multiple times a day now. I don’t care. you need to hear it. I love you, too. should’ve said it to your face. prayers aren’t enough cas, goddammit. come home so I can tell you. I need to tell you. I love you.’

‘I found some new honey today. it’s got lavender in it. I thought you’d like it. I bought you a jar. it’s sat in your room, waiting for you. just like I am.’

‘when you come home, I’m going to kiss you. no, wait, gonna hug you first, then kiss you. wait, that’s not right either. I’m not good with words, cas. you know that. I don’t think I’ll be able to tell you immediately how I feel. but if I kiss you, you’d get it, right? you’d let me kiss you, right? please say yes. god cas, I dream about you all the time. about pulling you close and kissing you stupid. about us going to farmers markets and movie date nights curled up together on the couch. I really need you. please cas. this love for you, it aches. I just- please tell me you feel this too.’

‘I got out of bed today. I thought you’d be proud. I’m going to the grocery store to get some more supplies. tell me if you need anything.’

‘there’s a new western movie coming out this weekend. let’s go see it together.’

cas hears all the prayers. every day. all the time. nothing is silent. his family is right there. and that’s enough. it has to be enough. and if somehow he escapes from here, if jack really sets him free, then cas vows he’s never letting his family go. never ever again.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#157

“You can come out of the bathroom now! Or, I can break in, grab you by the hair, and drag you out by it. Your husband isn’t coming home for a while. The man that hired me saw to that. Now come out, we need to talk. I’ll wait here all night. I know you know the trouble your husband Rick got the two of you in. I also know that there’s no escape from that bathroom, and I saw your phone on the kitchen counter after I let myself in with your husband’s keys. So, you can’t call for help. You know he handed his keys to me knowing full well that I was coming here to fuck you....

"That’s what I’m here to do, and I’m not going to leave here until my dick has stretched your throat, tore up your ass, and unload my bull balls into your pussy. I am not leaving until my load is in you. The Boss would shoot my cock off if I didn’t follow his orders to the letter. He told me to rape you, and that’s what’s going to happen. See, my dick is fucking huge. I took a pill and it’s ready to go for hours. There’s not a woman who hasn’t screamed when I slam into her. You know, the longer you take to come out here, the angrier I become which makes me fuck harder.

"Get out here now!… Let me get a good look… What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? You were supposed to be a broad. You’re not the wife of… Wait a minute! Rick’s a fag? No wonder he didn’t put up resistance when giving his keys to me. Uh uh. I ain’t fucking no fag. Not going to happen. I’m going to tell my boss he’s going to have to get someone else. Did you just smirk at me? What the hell was funny?… Oh fuck!… Oh fuck! I am not fucking you…. Goddammit! I can’t not fuck you. Fuck, I’m so fucked. The Boss is expecting me to fuck you. There’s no way in hell I can tell him no.

"Fuck. You know what? I’m going to do it! That pill has me rock hard, ever since I arrived. I’m gonna fucking fuck you. Get the fuck on the bed. The hell? In the all the years I have been fucking for the Boss, no one made a bee line to the bed. You faggots are weird. Let’s do this. Legs up!… See how big it is? I bet you don’t get fucked that often by something this huge?… Oh no. Oh hell no. I don’t care where the lube is. I’m going in fucking dry. This isn’t about you lubing up your ass in order to take my baseball bat in your ass. There’s no way I am fucking a fag, not without that same fag screaming in pain. So which is it? Your left ball or your left eye? I gotta punch something. Ah-Ha! There’s the resistance I’ve been waiting for. Fuck that’s hot. Too late to say, I’m starting with your balls. Oh yeah! I think this fag shit may turn out to be a lot of fun.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 318: On Your Left

Previously on BnHA: The Hawksquad+Lurkers were all “well this sucks” and sat around a bit talking about how maybe they should actually come up with a new plan that is actually good, but then in the end they were like “nah.” Deku was all, “THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE!! CONSUMING, CONFUSING!! THIS LACK OF SELF CONTROL I FEAR IS NEVERENDING. IT’S HAUNTING HOW I CANT SEEM TO FIND MYSELF AGAIN. MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.” Just, literally that whole entire song. All Might was all “Deku you should take care of yourself, try eating a thing,” and Deku was all “BYE, ALL MIGHT,” and just LEFT. He left!!! What the fuck!!!

Today on BnHA: Endeavor is all, “maybe if Deku didn’t listen to All Might he’ll listen to me instead.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t listen to Endeavor]” because, well, yeah. The Vestiges are all, “surprisingly, even we are a little concerned -- maybe you should get some rest, kid.” Deku is all, “((Ò ‸ Ó)).” The Vestiges are all, “holy shit.” Deku is all, “[wanders the ruined city streets terrifying the populace on account of him looking like Shelob had a baby with one of the Nazgul].” Some shriveled-up puppeteer villain asshole is all, “HORIKOSHI SAID IT’S MY TURN TO ATTACK DEKU TODAY SO I AM GOING TO SUMMON MY FRIGHTENED HELPLESS ATTACK MOB!!” Kacchan is all “WHADDYA MEAN THEY FOUND THE NERD!!! -- oh wait, that’s me, I found him. I found the nerd, you guys.” And just in time, too. I was about to owe a whole lot of people a whole lot of dollars.

so I have been super good about spoilers this week as always, but let me tell you guys, for the past 36 hours my dash filters have basically been nonstop “manga spoilers” this and “bnha 318” that, and so I’m coming in with a fair amount of hype here. your move, Horikoshi

oh, good! they got Endeavor to call Deku to try to talk him out of it. what a great and wonderful plan

“listen up kid, you haven’t slept since March and you are basically a walking biohazard right now, I’m just telling it like it is. didn’t you get shot like three times?? and there was a whole thing about how you urgently needed medical attention?? and supposedly we gave it to you, but I mean you haven’t even changed your clothes and don’t seem to have any fresh bandages or anything, so did we?? did we, really?? and also we all got blown up yesterday, so yeah.” hmm he’s making some reasonable points here you guys, but you sure do go on and on, Endeavor

oh he says foreign aid is finally on its way! I’m sure they’ll be very helpful. I mean in fairness they can hardly be worse than the home-grown heroes at this point

hey Enji, could you maybe try appealing to Deku the sixteen-year-old human boy, as opposed to Deku The World’s Last Hope? he does have value beyond his quirk. I know that’s always been an incredibly difficult concept for you to grasp, but could you maybe TRY, jesus

and also we’re worried about you as a person?? you’re just a kid and you’re pushing yourself way too hard?? you were going to say that part next, right. why the hell didn’t Hawks make this call instead

“don’t worry about me... I’m completely fine” Deku you do understand that saying it over and over again doesn’t actually make it true

and again with the rush!! all the rush rush rush!! we’re running out of time, we can’t let AFO and Tomura keep getting stronger, I have to end this now, there’s no time to rest, etc. etc. etc. just the constant pressure of this whole big countdown on top of everything else

holy shit, you KNOW it’s bad when even the Vestiges are telling him to chill

these guys are basically the walking talking embodiments of self-sacrifice; if even they’re telling him he needs to take five, then he must seriously be like half a step away from death’s door

OH SHIT LMAO

DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE BEFORE HE SENT HIM INTO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM WITH THAT FUCKING LOOK. HOLY FUCK. DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE TWICE. SHIT

(ETA: so I’m pretty sure this was just Danger Sense activating and so he cut them off to go do more hero stuff, but I’m gonna go ahead and stick to my original interpretation anyway lol.)

anyway so how’s everybody doing. we all good? En, you good? Banjou? Shino? I’m imagining you guys all curled up in a little ball on the floor right now lol. can’t say I blame you though, no shame

lmaoooooooooooo

“SHEESH.” sheesh indeed, lmao. “what in the FUCK was that”

see, this is why y’all need Kacchan. you need someone who’s not going to back down from him no matter what. if it’s a matter of out-stubborning Midoriya fucking Izuku, then there’s only one other person on the planet capable of that, and we all know it. don’t pretend like you don’t. I am not going to shut up about this! we’ve had our hurt so now what about SOME COMFORT, DAMMIT

“I’m afraid that he’s becoming influenced by my conscience” nah are you kidding Nana this is all 100% made-in-Japan pure original Deku right here

see, Banjou gets it. “that kid, he’s totally going on his own.” exactly. this was so inevitable it was basically scientific law

“well I for one don’t see the problem with Deku being so obsessed with saving everyone else that he pushes himself until his body and soul literally fall apart” okay, whose speech bubbles are these?? we’re about to have words

lol of course

well you always did prefer the direct route didn’t you. but even you can’t possibly think this is okay lol

dark AU!Kacchan please tell us more about your badass doomed timeline in which everything went to shit and you apparently had the same character arc that Deku is having right now except it somehow made you sexier instead of turning you into a rabid t-rex. I have so many questions

oh so now you want to help??? well -- good, actually. sorry if that sounded offended just now lol

(ETA: so at first when I got to the end of this chapter I was wondering if Katsuki B. had somehow summoned his alternate-universe counterpart through trippy OFA space telepathy lol. but in the original Japanese there’s no reference to “we”, so this appears to be a mistranslation. this line should probably read more like “if there’s something/someone out there that would be able to complement/complete the current Midoriya Izuku [it would be]…” which, oh hello, is that Horikoshi once again reaffirming that Deku and Bakugou complete each other lol. “guess what guys, the Vestiges ship it too" heck yeah. they know what’s up!)

look how admiring his boyfriends are. HORIKOSHI GIVE US THE REST OF THIS BACKSTORY ALREADY GODDAMMIT

“meanwhile somewhere in the depths of the ruined city, Deku was having a dance-off with the villains”

I like how the villains all have this “AHH WHAT THE FUCK” kind of body language to them lol. I mean if it were me, and an eldritch horror suddenly clawed its way from the shadows with its writhing glowy tentacles and pants-shitting nuclear death stare, I would probably just die on the spot. no need to stick around. only pain awaits

lol for a minute I thought this was Can’t Ya See-kun and I was like “WHAT A FASCINATING CROSSING OF PATHS” but it’s just some random girl

he seems genuinely confused lol

Deku it’s because you look like something that crawled out of a sewer drain, sweetheart

lol they just took his word for it?

so trusting. even though they’re immediately hauling ass anyway just to be safe lmao

“my appearance is frightening to others” no shit Deku it’s because you look like a fucking alien exorcism. you look like a Lich that got caught up in an oil spill my dude

NO NOT THE CHOSEN ONE ANGST AGAIN

I RAN OUT OF ESSAY JUICE FOR THIS ALREADY HORIKOSHI!! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!! BUT ANYWAYS, GOOD!! I MEAN, BAD, THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY. BUT YES

“ENJOY THIS MONTAGE OF DEKU BATTLING A RANDOM KAIJU AND WANDERING THE WOODS LIKE A DERANGED GREEN BABA YAGA” okay yes but sir, exactly how much longer is this going to go on. if it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure we get it, let me assure you that aside from a few stray chuunis who think that Deku embracing the Darkness is the coolest thing he’s ever done, all of us here in fandom fully comprehend that this is Not Good

-- OH SO IT’S LIKE THAT

really. with the flashbacks to his loved ones’ smiling faces and everything. not even gonna try to aim above the belt, huh

AND NO KACCHAN??! NO CLASSMATES?!?! IS HE PURPOSELY NOT THINKING OF THEM??? OR ARE THEY BEING SAVED FOR THE NEXT PAGE??? SO HELP ME, IF THE NEXT PART OF THIS SENTENCE IS “CAN PROTECT THEM”, OR EVEN WORSE, “CAN SEE THEIR SMILING FACES AGAIN”, I...

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

(ETA: my man did Sero and Kaminari fucking dirty lmao. I miss their smiling faces too omg.)

the sheer, unparalleled irony of him saying this while he stands there looking like the gargoyle demon from Fantasia got crossed with an umbrella that got struck by lightning. Deku :(

oi who the fuck is this clown

is he controlling this mob with his evil hair. “what if I made an exhausted, running-on-fumes Deku battle a brainwashed mob at Ground Zero.” Horikoshi do you just have like a checklist of horrible things you want to do to your protagonist

easy there Sasori

well joke’s on you buddy because he’s apparently “completely fine”, so

“here’s to hoping that you know more about AFO’s location than the others” jesus christ Deku you really have hung your mercy out to dry huh

now he’s forcing his mob of terrified prisoners to attack Deku ahhhh. sucks to be them. at least they’re not being controlled by bees

so Deku is saying that Sasori’s control can be broken with “physical trauma.” similar to Shinsou’s quirk I guess. but so does that mean he’s gonna have to hurt them? ( •﹏•)

NO NOT MORE SAD EYES

“DEATH BY EMPATHY!!!” HORIKOSHI NO

fuck. he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out

this is what happens when you nerf a character’s self-preservation stats in favor of spamming their bone-breaking stats instead. NOW ACCEPTING BRAIN CELL DONATIONS FOR A BOY IN NEED!! with your loving generosity we can hopefully help him live to the ripe old age of seventeen

OMGFGGG

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[grabs your hands] ლ(*꒪ヮ꒪*)ლ [swings you in a circle] へ(ﾟ◇ﾟへ)

THASSSSSSSS WHATSSSSSSS UPPPPPPPPPP

HORIKOSHI REALLY SAID FUCK THAT MASK (ノ°ο°)ノ YOU FINALLY LEARNED!! IT’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

JUST FOR YOU KACCHAN, HORIKOSHI LEFT THIS ONE BAD GUY WHO’S STILL WEAK TO FIRE. GOD BLESS

IT’S YOUR COUNTERPART, KATSUKI B!!!! HOW WE DOIN OVER THERE IN THE TRIPPY COSMIC OFA SPACE REALM LOL. DO WE BELIEVE YET, FANDOM???

LIGHTS!!!!

INSTANT RESULTS!!! IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!

(ETA: imagine what this must look like to Deku though. he’s been caught up in this dark cloud of despair and exhaustion that’s been building up over... I’m gonna go ahead and say “weeks”, because yeah. and now he finds himself here, in the place where All Might’s legacy ended and the torch was passed to him. and the world is in ruins, and he’s surrounded by frightened people who are all trying to hurt him -- because who isn’t trying to hurt him, these days -- and he’s scrambling to figure this all out, but meanwhile the weariness is finally starting to catch up to him, and so he’s basically just standing there in a fog of complete and utter misery.

and then all of a sudden through that haze, he hears the one voice that’s more familiar than any other that he knows. like, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was just imagining it at first. Kacchan showing up to save him right when he’s at his most desperate and feeling the most alone. Kacchan, showing up to save him.

this is the person he always looked up to as a child (to be fair he was quite a strange child lmao). the person who was even closer to him than All Might. the person he always thought was amazing. and bam, here he is now. appearing in the sky out of nowhere to one-shot the bad guy with a single blast (which, btw, that was his armor-piercing attack too lmao dslkjlk take it easy there kiddo). like, that must have felt absolutely surreal to him, especially coming at a time when he’s already half-delirious and barely hanging on to reality. he must have really thought that he was losing it there for a second.

but he’s really there. it really is him. and for this brief moment -- before the rest of the situation catches up to him, and he remembers about all of the fucked-up AFO stuff, and remembers why he was so afraid and why he was pushing everyone away -- for just this one brief moment, he’s too exhausted and stunned to do anything except to just react. just stands there, looking up at him in awe.

and you know, it almost reminds me of...

just. you guys. the character development. the freaking character development. someone who brings reassurance. someone who shows up and makes you think, “oh, it’s all going to be okay now, because [person] is here.” the role reversals. the growth. the payoff!! because who is the one person who always had faith that Kacchan would one day grow up to become an amazing hero like that. WHO IS IT. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

omg. anyways, bless you Horikoshi, my feels which have been on backorder since fucking September have finally arrived lmao. yes, good, thank you. worth the wait. it is always, always worth the wait. fuck yeah.)

“LOWFRIES” SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE, AHHHHHHHH (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ )

BEAUTIFUL. WONDERFUL. SENSATIONAL. I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT JUMP IS ON BREAK NEXT WEEK. THIS RIGHT HERE WILL SUSTAIN ME

[angel-anoetic]

heyyy!! so i really wanna request a jack manifold x reader if you dont mind! so bassically the reader is a risk-taker and one day tommy dared her to do smth stupid, and she did. But she got really, really hurt and on this smp, she doesnt really have a home since shes pretty new. So she goes to her first freind on the server, jack manifold. he really worries over her and cleans her wounds up and then BOOM they have their first kiss

hihi! i love this a lot, and it's been a minute since i've written anything for jack. thanks so much for the request, and i hope you enjoy it! <3

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Jack Manifold x [she/her]!Reader - Bandage

genre: /rom, c! in-game, doctor jack manifold, risk-taker reader, feelings admitted

warnings: light mention of injury, nothing gory

masterlist <3

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"Hey, Y/n! How are you doing today?" Tommy waved you over as you made your way through a field not far from the central part of the server. He was there with Tubbo and Ranboo, surrounding some kind of large tower made from woodblocks.

"I'm okay. What are you guys doing?" You laughed. The tower was easily 20 blocks high with a base of slime blocks and surrounded by some brush and plants.

Tommy smiled, wrapping an arm around you. "This is the plan for the day. We're gonna try and do some cool flips and shit off this tower."

"Oh yeah? And when you fuck up and hurt yourself? Then what?"

"We won't. Or at least, I won't. Ranboo and Tubbo are both refusing to try anything." You both glanced at the pair who were observing the nearby flowers and bees. They laughed as they whispered to one another, content in their own little bubble.

"I don't blame them. It seems like a stupid thing to do."

"Oh, please. What are you? Scared? So much for 'Y/n the daredevil' or anything of the sort." He mocked.

"I am not scared; I just know the limits of what would be considered safe."

You began to walk off, ready to find someplace to settle for the night, when you heard Tommy shout out after to you.

"I dare you!"

You turned around. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll double dare you-unless you don't feel up to the challenge?" He stood arms crossed, a smirk set on his face.

"You're on." You smiled, jogging back over to where you'd left them. "Give me some ladders."

He gave you a good stack, more than you'd need, and you made your way up the tower, slowly but surely.

"Just make sure you try to land on the center of one of the slime blocks, or you're gonna fuck yourself up!" Tommy shouted up at you.

Yeah, sure. You'd done worse, much worse than this. You might even consider yourself a professional went it came to stunts that were on the crazier side.

When you finally made your way to the top of the tower, you observed the ground below you. It could be worse, but nonetheless, it was quite a height.

You stood tall, took in one deep breath, and leaped off, headed down to the block that would, hopefully, break your fall.

And break it did. The first landing on the block felt great as it launched you back up, a whooping yell and laugh escaping you. But the second time, it was less pleasant. You accidentally aimed at a weird angle, and when you came back in contact with the block, your ankle felt strange.

It didn't help that the angle also sent you flying away, rolling you into some grass nearby.

"Y/n!" Tommy ran over to you, Ranboo and Tubbo joining him, crouching next to you.

"Oh, crap." You groaned, reaching down to your ankle. Ranboo grabbed at it softly, to which you took in a sharp breath.

"It's probably sprained. I told you that thing wasn't a good idea, Tommy!"

"It's alright Ranboo, I'll live. Can you help me up? I should probably get this checked out."

Ranboo nodded, wrapping an arm around you as you limped with him. "Where to?"

"Let's go to Jack."

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"Goddammit Tommy, what did you do to her?"

"Don't get mad at him, I should have walked away, but how could I walk away from a dare?"

Jack sighed, taking you from Ranboo and waving the trio goodbye before helping you through the hotel to his room.

"So," he sat you on a couch before going to find some first aid items, "how did you mess up your ankle?"

"Oh you know, casual jumping from a high distance onto some slime blocks."

He laughed, taking your ankle gently and wrapping it with some bandage. You winced, but Jack made sure to whisper soft things, about how stupid you were, but how much he enjoyed the fact that'd you come to him. Once your ankle was on a pillow with some ice for comfort, he moved on to your cuts and bruises.

"Jeez Y/n, what am I going to do with you?" He laughed.

As he worked on the small cuts that littered your arm, you took notice of the way his eyebrows furrowed when he focused on what he was doing. He made sure to ask if you were in pain, or if he could get you anything, really making sure you were okay.

"Jack." He looked up at your soft call, smiling up to you.

"Yeah? You alright?"

You nodded and smiled back. You kept the eye contact as his hands stilled, resting on either side of you.

Your eyes drifted down to his lips. You didn't even realize that you leaned in until your faces were inches away from each other.

"Jack..."

"Yes?"

"Kiss me?"

He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours ever so softly, almost hesitant. You kissed back, leaning in as much as you could.

It wasn't long but there was a spark, one that you both felt. As you pulled away from one another, Jack let out a breathy laugh, and a small smile played on your own lips.

"You should get hurt more often."

"Shut up."

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[inconvenient-sneezes]

hoping someone else will jump on this train w me lol. more tsunade + jiraiya!!! still shippuden era ish. it’s just super general fluff so there’s no real plot

distant | weed | fuss | struggle | couple | professional | remember | nap | abundant | objective | wrong | discreet | gift | stay | collapse | cabin | practical | defend | haunt | indoor | rhythm | ankle | incentive | healthy | steam | anger | bond | text | correction | visible | guess | cinema | maze | contrary | observer | nuance | neglect | lip | reflection | sniff | authority | illusion | echo | medicine | lace | insurance | knit | dealer | grudge | affair | sofa | expertise | passion | spill | laundry | exposure | shelter | privilege | manner | relax | compromise | sacred | doubt | philosophy | thaw | ticket | bike | bench | vain | bed | improvement | pier | gravity | immune | vigorous | productive | reception | veil | bee | train | harsh | loyalty | fresh | late | mind | highway | sound | frozen | annual | soup | instinct | groan | lonely | spite | bill | crude | dare | magazine | mess | ignore | sketch | flush | liability | camp | brag | sour | compensation

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prompt(s): fuss

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“Hh’KNNT!” 

Jiraiya had his ear glued to the door of Tsunade’s office. Like Shizune told him, she sounded awful. He took a breath. 

“Tsunade, I’m coming in,” Jiraiya announced, swinging the door open. 

She jumped, startled, and knocked over a cup of tea with her elbow. “Goddammit.” 

By the time Tsunade stood up, Jiraiya was already mopping up the liquid with the edge of his kimono. “Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

Tsunade waved him off before sneezing into a cupped hand. “H-hihH! Hh’TSHHT!” 

When she turned to face him again, her red eyes were watering. She barely had time to pinch her nostrils shut before pitching into another sneeze. “Ah’GNTT!”

Jiraiya winced at the sound. “You shouldn’t hold them in like that you know.” 

Tsunade scrubbed her nose with her wrist, rolling her eyes. “Did Shizune send you in here?”

“No, no, of course not,” he said, shuffling his feet. “I just wanted to see...” 

Shit. He was caught. “I just wanted to see if you wanted to get some ramen.” 

She returned to her desk, now tea-free, and began sorting through some of the paperwork at hand. “Ramen?”

He shrugged. “What can I say? Paying for all Naruto’s meals has really given me a taste for Ichiraku. Besides, you look like you could use a hot meal.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jiraiya studied her watery eyes, the tired bags beneath them, and her pink nose. Even like this, she was beautiful. 

“You can’t just pretend that you’re well when you’re not.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” she said, rubbing at the tip of her nose. 

“I heard you sneezing down the hall.” 

Tsunade laughed dryly. “You did not. You were right outside the door.” 

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?” She dabbed at her running nose with a handkerchief, silently urging him to leave. 

“I don’t appreciate that dismissive tone of yours,” Jiraiya said, reaching across her desk to feel her forehead. She grabbed his wrist with her free hand, but he’d already felt the heat rising from her skin. 

“Tsunade.”

“Oh, don’t fuss over me, Jiraiya.” This was punctuated by a very liquidy sniffle, followed by a shuffling of papers. “It’s a cold. It’s nothing— hihH!” Her voice caught and Jiraiya watched her ample bosom heave as she fought the sneeze. 

“H-hehh... hih...” She fanned her face with her free hand to coax it out. “Huh’PTSHHH!”

“Get up,” Jiraiya said, more sternly than he’d spoken to her in awhile. “I’m walking you home, at least.” 

She sighed heavily and let him guide her toward the door. “Since when were you the gentleman?” 

“Oh, I’m always the gentleman,” he assured her. “Clearly you haven’t read any of my books.” 

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I remember you once got a question about how the couples handled being separated due to tours, so based on that, what do you think would be the first thing each couple do when the boys return from tour and how would the girls receive them? Btw I loved your last Jimin fic, it was really cute! Have a nice day :)

Hi love! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the fic <3 I seriously love this question so much, the idea of bts coming home to you after being away for so long is just :(( soft. So I decided to turn this into a bulleted type of reaction thing, I hope you enjoy.

p.s. this is completely unedited so please forgive any errors <3 

Seokjin: 

Probably yells some dorky thing like “Honey, I’m home” when he walks into apartment

Poopsie comes running through the place and jumps into his arms almost knocking him over

She’ll tease him by asking “What did you bring me?” 

And he responds with “My handsome face” followed by a squeaky laugh

As she’s rolling her eyes but laughing because she genuinely loves his lame jokes, he finally he kisses her

She probably has a fuck ton of food prepared for him

But the food has to wait because as she goes into the kitchen to show him everything she made, he’s watching her and realizes how fucking much he’s missed this woman

Ends up hugging her really tightly and silly Jin is gone for a moment

Grateful happy Jin is here and he just wants to show his Poopsie how much he missed her and loves her

Ends up having sex in the kitchen and then eats all the food afterwards... sanitary

Yoongi:

He’s way too excited to see Kid but heaven forbid he let her know that

This honey boy probably tells Kid his flight lands later than it does and tries to sneak inside to surprise her- but in a cool way- but the door is unlocked so he ends up cursing her under his breath “how many times do I have to tell her to lock the fucking door”

She’s in the shower and he finds himself making a bee line to the bathroom

Popping his head inside, he casually scolds her as if he wasn’t gone on tour for MONTHS 

“Did you lock your door once while I was away, Kid?” 

Kid jumps and lets out a small scream of surprise before poking her head out of the shower to see Yoongi standing there with an adorable pout on his lips and fuck she missed that pout

The words “What the fuck are you doing here?” are out of her mouth before she even knows she’s saying them

And he can’t help but flash a gummy grin because it’s such a Kid thing to say 

“The door was unlocked so I thought I’d just let myself in” 

“Shut up and take your clothes off, Min” and Yoongi thinks of making a smart mouthed comment back but instead he just sheds his clothes before making his way to her 

As soon as he reaches the shower their arms are wrapped around each other and she’s kissing all over his face, giving special attention to his lips

So many I missed you’s and I love you’s

Kid probably tells him how happy she is to have him home and he just feels so comfortable and happy and fuck the dude is SO IN LOVE

And they’re naked and in the shower, so might as well fuck I guess 

Hoseok:

He’s letting Petal know the entire trip exactly where he’s at so by the time he arrives home, she’s waiting at the door

As soon as the door opens Petal is throwing herself at him and Hobi is struggling to hold all his bags as she attacks his face in kisses

As they kiss, Petal is bitching Hobi out for leaving like “I missed you so much, you’re never allowed to leave again, do you know how hard it is to be in this apartment without you?” and Hobi is giggling against her lips as he agrees to never go away again

She finally let’s him inside fully inside the apartment and they sit on the couch and Hobi talks about all sorts of stuff from tour

He’s babbling away excitedly because so much happened and all he wants to do is share it all with his favorite person (even though he already told her everything as it was happening)

Petal keeps stealing kisses as he talks and eventually he just says fuck it and pins her down on the couch

Goes from talkative and cute to heavy and sexy real fucking fast

Namjoon:

He steps inside and Daisy’s sitting on the couch reading a book and he’s like ?? that’s rather calm but ok

And she looks over the book and goes “Well hello stranger” 

And he’s like “What are you reading, Babe?” all casual as he sets his bags down at the door

And she’s like “I’m not, I’m just trying to look nonchalant” and then she throws the book over her head and it lands somewhere on the floor and Joon smiles his stunning dimply smile and runs towards her all dorky like- you know the one 

Probably dives on top of her and she’s thinking oh fuck ok dude I know you’re a child trapped in a man’s body but you’re like massive chill but she doesn’t say any of that and instead just laughs and wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala 

So much kissing

And giggling

And they have sex almost immediately 

And then afterwards they cuddle and hold each other and they just stay there for a couple hours because wow they missed each other a lot

Namjoon probably talks and talks and talks about tour and Daisy loves every second of it because he’s so happy

Jimin:

He steps inside the apartment and Dear is waiting at the kitchen island with a bottle of wine and she has a playlist of their favorite songs playing and he almost cries immediately and she’s sitting there trying to hold her own tears back

And she just says “Welcome home, my love” and he smiles at her and that at the same time they hurry toward each other and meet in the middle and they just hug for a really long time

Like one of those massive tight hugs where they’re swaying their bodies and they’re probably both tearing up and confessing how much they love and missed each other

Keep in mind tours bring out some anxiety for them for a good while because of that time Jimin kinda sorta broke up with Dear while he was on tour

Therefore, when they get reunited, it’s emotional

Probably the one couple that doesn’t have sex super soon after he arrives

Instead they do their favorite pastime- drink wine and slow dance around the apartment

He talks about tour and she listens to every word in awe

She talks about what she’s been up to and he acts as though it’s just as exciting as his tour stories because to him it actually is

They’ve both already heard all of the stories but they’re retelling them because why not

He says something like “As much as I love tour and seeing ARMY, being here with you is the best feeling in the world” 

And she’s like ok well I’m madly fucking in love with this guys and she just kisses him so goddamn passionately and then they finally get it in

Taehyung:

Look, Peaches had a plan

She was going to greet him at the door with a lingerie set on and they were going to fuck on every surface of the apartment

But his flight landed a little early and quite frankly she lost track of time anyway

She was probably cleaning and got distracted by an old photo album or some shit- you know how that goes- and all of a sudden her front door opens and she’s like “oh fuck” and looks at the lingerie set sitting on the bed like well shit because she’s just sitting on the floor of her bedroom wearing an old t-shirt from high school and sweatpants 

She calls out for him and he follows her voice and as soon as he sees her he’s just overwhelmed with emotion because PEACHES

He strides across the room as soon as she stands to greet him, he wraps his arm around her waist and kisses her so deeply and passionately that she nearly loses her balance

Pulling away to look at her, his gaze is intense as he observes her features, taking in every detail because fuck he missed her

And she’s just like “Do you know how much I missed you, Dearest?” and that has him smiling as he throws her onto the bed

And that’s when he notices the lingerie and he’s like “oh?” and she apologizes for losing track of time

And that’s when Tae finally smiles so fucking big and chuckles boyishly and her heart melts because goddammit she hasn’t seen that boxy smile or heard that adorable laugh in person in SO LONG and she pulls him into a kiss 

She promises she’ll put the lingerie on for round two and Tae is giggling as he starts taking her lounge clothes off

Because as much as he appreciates the effort and though of the lingerie, he’s just so fucking in love with Peaches and he missed her even more than he realized

Jungkook:

The man gets his damn romance movie kiss ok? ok. 

They have no chill

He texts her to let her know he just pulled up and she runs outside to greet him

As soon as he’s out of the car she’s running at him and he catches her and lifts her and kisses her deeply with her legs wrapped around his waist

Probably sets her on the hood of the car and continues kissing her for a moment

When they finally decide like hey we should go inside and stop making out in front of anyone and everyone, she insists on helping carry his bags and he’s whining about how he doesn’t need help and she’s waving him off

As soon as they’re inside, he has her pinned against the back of the door

“You’re such a brat, I told you I could handle the bags”

And she rolls her eyes and he kisses her deeply

And just as it’s getting heavy, she whispers, “I’m so happy you’re home, baby, I missed you more than I thought was even possible” 

Well shit, now Guk is S O F T and he’s pressing his forehead against hers and tears form in his eyes

They just stay like that for a moment, taking in the feeling of being together again after so long

Jungkook probably decides in that moment that he’s going to marry this woman some day because anyone who makes him feel so welcomed and loved and appreciated and comforted and happy when he gets home from tour has got to be worth spending the rest of his life with

What probably was going to be rough sex turns into the most romantic passionate sex they’ve ever fucking had

Afterwards Holly’s like “fuck, you should go on tour more often” 

and Kookie is giggling like “yeah? well too bad, good luck getting rid of me ever again” 

[blushing-starker]

Of sleeping angels and forgetful lovers

im back y'all, enjoy

Tony slips between the billowing curtains, careful to make his arrival as silent as possible: there is an angel slumbering just a few feet away and God help whoever awakens them with anything less than a kiss and sweet murmurs.

Not wanting to be struck down by another celestial deity twice in a millennia, he carefully maneuvers around the scattered objects on the marble floor; a low table straining under the weight of scrolls, thick manuscripts and what honestly seems to be a stone tablet; a few chests clumsily tipped over, gold, silk and fragrance oil bottles spilling from them luxuriously. Surprisingly enough, Tony has to avoid staining four lace dresses thrown on the floor.

Poor thing. Any admirer of the creature basking inside this chamber should have known better. It's an insult to even suggest a holy being should disgrace themselves by wearing anything lesser than silk or pure gossamer. Ignorant gnat is probably swimming in the underground by now.

Still. It would be rude to tarnish a gift that isn't his to rip apart and incinerate. His lover would take pleasure in doing that himself. So he moves his body to the side, inhaling sharply when the wind shifts a garment closer to his dusty lower half. Oh, he'd get back at the wind god after this.

To honestly believe he's ancient and unable to persevere under the childish attack, how ridiculous. The offending yard and a half of pink lace (angels tended to take up more space than human minds could comprehend, but the ones who liked to roam the Earth often diminished their size; his paramour would never dress in something that large with an altered body. He's self conscious of his low stature as it is.) flies overhead and he muffles a snicker. Asshole wind god can't calculate how much strength to use.

Finally, he's at the bed. Home at last. And then the wind blasts through the chamber and he picks up the smell. Dried blood, decomposing flesh, something musky and tangible in the air. After that comes the sound. A deep rasp, powerful and similarly fear inducing as a lightning storm amidst the sea. It's a warning growl Tony had ignored, once, an uncountable number of years before. He counts them now, hastily and quickly, because surely his nemesis has grown tired and. Well. Not slow, but certainly slower in that long expanse of time. Just as he had. Fuck.

The beast appears, a vengeful mass of writhing smoke and viridescent ash hovering near the side of the bed he's currently trapped against. His lover disliked it when he brought war to the chamber, said it reminded him of harsher times and a dying Tony; he had left his knives and whip with his second in command, had gone so far for his beloved as to purge the poison from his body. (Listen. Listen. A shit ton of years past, a moron tried to eat him. Actually hoisted him on a spit before he woke up and strangled the fucker. So what if he has poison coursing through his veins to defend himself, it's not that nonsensical.)

From the grey and green smoke, a dark head emerges. And another. And another. And four fucking others and why hadn't his lover mentioned anything, why hadn't he warned Tony of the very amused looking, incredibly spiteful monster currently hissing at him? He has no arms here, the chamber's strongest weapon was currently dozing on a six feet wide bed, soft snores muffled against fluffy pillows. Oh, if his father could see him now, facing death at the hands of his enemy rather than bring his partner back from the golden fields of dreams.

Technically, he's facing the many headed beast in favor of facing his darling, a much more wrathful creature, but his father need not know that.

Death looms closer, is rearing its ugly heads and flaunting the seven inch fangs that will most likely shred him to pieces. There are ruby droplets splattered on the neck of the monster and ah, there's the ignorant admirer. At least he won't be devoured hungrily. Granted, he will definitely be devoured slowly and tortuously no matter what.

As his vision is swarmed by the huge monstrosity, Tony thinks of his beloved. Of his soft, brown hair. A little long, a little curly and always brushed aside uselessly. (There is one lock he particularly enjoys playing with because it never grows enough to be tucked back. It often annoys his lover, but he adores that stray curl.) Soft cheeks, tinted rosy during the chilly winters, a healthy tan when summer sweeps in. Lips softer and more colorful than a rose. Dimples. They appear and he's tripping in love all over, stumbling after his lover's affection just to see the two indentations on the side of his mouth.

His body is a masterpiece, graceful and as elegant as a star. Tony adores subtle, enjoys the fine curve of his paramour's neck, takes pride in making shapely thighs tremble beneath his worshipful mouth, is set on fire when the sweetest sighs and loveliest moans slip from bruised lips. All he needs in this life is to bring happiness to his companion. And, he supposes, he has, so death won't be a complete tragedy. Although, Tony would have liked to see his beloved's eyes one last time. They shone like amber, like the heady drink the humans call whiskey.

Once, when he was shy and his darling was unsure of his intentions, he had blurted out a confession under an apple tree, words spilling, spilling, going so fast that breath abandoned his chest.

"Your eyes are like star fire. Like the sun left the sky to shine inside you. It's amazing, something so beautiful I can believe in life again. How could I not when someone as lovely as you exists so gracefully?"

They had stood there, tree branches creaking overhead, leaves drifting down slowly and bees sluggishly swimming through the air in search of flowers and the ichor of life. His companion had blinked at him and then smiled, slow and sweet and pure. Whatever breath remained in his lungs was stolen, vanished without a trace. Tony had been a goner ever since.

He thinks of that time now and discovers that he is not afraid of death. After all, his lover could simply visit him in the fields of the dead, what, with being the Angel of Death, and everything.

The hydra leans back, prepares the killing blow and he thinks, Peter.

A whisper of movement, the growl of the beast; he's ready, he's going to meet his fate head on and not falter and-

A warm hand scoops him up. He tentatively opens his eyes, is met by a bleary pair much prettier than those this body has. There is amusement there, tangled with fondness and love. It's such a beautiful sight that he melts, sinks deeper into the cradle holding him up to Peter's pillow marked face. He always had a thing for his lover's hands; they could kill with just a hint of touch, but they only ever brought Tony to life.

"Anthony," oh, to hear that teasing sigh, to be given the gift of that music, "did you forget you were in your snake body again?"

Embarrassed, he dips his head, agile tongue flickering into the air to taste Peter's affection as a distraction from the flush valiantly trying to survive in his cool cheeks. The angel before him giggles, grins at him before stroking his scaly head gently.

"You forgot about your body and the fact that Milos here is, like, three inches smaller than you when you stand up?" Tony grumbles, slithers across Peter's wrist and forearm. His lover just sighs, rolls over in bed and lets him travel all the way up to the base of a long neck. He loves Peter's entire body, of course, but this is the perfect spot to settle into while he's in this form. Lightly, because it's rude to tease him, goddammit, he's the fallen angel, not a stable boy, he nips at Peter's hair, pulls at a few strands until Peter halfheartedly swats at him.

"Just because I can revive you doesn't mean I won't kill you, Tones. I've got a hundred," his beloved yawns, drags a blanket over the both of them, "and fifty four souls to pick up in the afternoon. I can squeeze you in among them and nobody would know." A lie, obviously. His best friend James would know. The rest is true, Peter would kill him if he called on him again while it was nap time, even if it was an accident.

Thing is, now that Milos is brooding in the corner of the bedchamber and some good ten feet away from him, Tony has no need to call on his angel. Why would he, when he's right by his side? Just as he always has. Just as he always will.

With snake lives saved and fates changed, the first fallen angel and the Angel of Death fall into a deep slumber; tail and hands wrapped around each other, as it should be.

[starryevermore]

long story short: the invisible daniel (12) ✧ sam and colby

long story short ✧ a parallel universe snc au | ao3

disclaimer: i do not own any aspect of the karate kid universe. does not *totally* follow the karate kid canon (i’ve taken a few creative liberties). 

summary: mr. miyagi and colby convince daniel to go to the halloween dance. 

word count: 1,566

warning(s): colby being mean to himself, also this monstrosity

“C’mon, man, you gotta go to the dance,” Colby said as he and Daniel biked toward the South Seas apartment complex. “Everyone’s going. You can’t be the only one to miss it!”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I’m not looking to get my ass kicked again, man.”

Colby ground his teeth together. Why was this so hard, now that he knew what he had to do? If he hadn’t known what the stakes were, if he hadn’t known this was what he was supposed to do, he could’ve already said something that would’ve convinced Daniel to go to the stupid fucking Halloween dance. Goddammit, what was he supposed to say? He’d spent the better part of the day trying to convince the kid to go to the dance, but nothing worked. Was it because Colby knew how it would end? That he knew that Daniel could get beat up by the end of the night? Was he unconsciously sabotaging the mission now? By now, he considered Daniel a friend and, just as he would with Sam, he wanted to protect the kid. He didn’t want the kid to be hurt—even if it was for the greater good or some shit. Fuck, what was he supposed to do? 

“You don’t know that you’ll get your ass kicked,” Colby said, praying that his waver in his voice didn’t give him away. He couldn’t screw this up. He couldn’t screw this up. “Who knows, maybe something good will finally happen.” 

Daniel laughed. “Oh, sure. I’ll believe that when I see pigs fly.” 

They reached the apartment complex, and they got off their bikes outside of Mr. Miyagi’s workshop. On the ride home, Daniel had mentioned wanting to talk to the old man, saying something about he felt bad that Mr. Miyagi seemed so lonely. And, Colby knowing how things were supposed to go down, agreed, and said he would join, too. So, that’s exactly what they did. Daniel led the way to the workshop, walking slightly faster than Colby, as though if he walked fast enough, Colby couldn’t catch up and talk to him anymore about going to the dance. 

When they walked into the workshop, Mr. Miyagi was setting up jack-o-lanterns on his workbenches. He turned when he heard them come in, he turned and held up one jack-o-lantern and said, “Oh, Daniel-san, Colby-san! Happy Halloween! You like?” 

“Yeah, that's nice,” Daniel said, smiling.

“That’s really cool,” Colby added. 

Mr. Miyagi set the jack-o-lantern down, saying, “Passed school today. Lots happening.” When Daniel didn’t say anything, Mr. Miyagi asked, “What’s matter? You not going?” 

“I am,” Colby said, and raised a hand, pointed his thumb in Daniel’s direction, “but he refuses.” 

Mr. Miyagi frowned as he took off his bandana. “How come?” 

Daniel shrugged, trying to look as disinterested as possible. But Colby knew the real reason: that at his core, Daniel was terrified of what could possibly happen. And, in a way, Colby understood that, and that only added to how bad he felt about this whole ordeal. Daniel said, “Eh, I'm not into dancing that much.” But you could see his fear peaking through the façade as Daniel added, “I don't feel like it, anyway.”

Mr. Miyagi shook his head slightly as he turned his gaze back on the jack-o-lanterns to light the candles in them. “Oh, Daniel-san, you too much by self. Not good.”

Daniel crossed the room, grabbing two cans of Sprite from the fridge and passing one to Colby. “I'm not by myself. I'm with you, and Colby.” 

“To make honey, young bee need young flower, not old prune.”

Colby frowned. “You’re not an old prune!”

Before Mr. Miyagi could respond to Colby, Daniel was already saying, “I don't have a costume, anyway.”

“If have costume…” Mr. Miyagi paused to blow out the match he had been using to light the candles in the jack-o-lanterns. “…you go?”

“Yeah, maybe if I went as the Invisible Man,” Daniel said with a slight roll to his eyes.

Mr. Miyagi turned his head to look at Daniel. “Invisible Man?” 

“Yeah, you know, so no one would see me.” 

“Oh,” Mr. Miyagi said, and Colby could already see the gears turning in his head.

Fuck the MTD. Why the hell did he have to wear such a stupid costume? Why, of all the terrible costumes in the world, did they have to make him dress as Elvis fucking Presley? Why couldn’t he have had a more subtle costume? Why did he have to wear a plunging necklace and be covered in fucking rhinestones? Or was Arden just being cruel in making him wear this, saying that was all that the MTD had sent for him the wear? Fuck, whatever the reason it was, he hated it. 

And he hated the attention he was getting even more. Well, maybe he wasn’t getting that much attention. A few stares here and there. A couple of girls giggling behind their hands. But he felt like he was sticking out like a sore thumb. He felt like all eyes were on him, like everyone was burning the image of him as Elvis onto their retinas. 

Colby only started to feel at ease when he noticed the shower finally arrive at the dance. He couldn’t see Daniel at all so, he figure that as cringe as the costume was, at least it served its purpose well. At least it got Daniel to the dance. At least it put Colby one step closer to finally getting to go home. And, when he saw Ali go up to Daniel, Colby knew that things were, thankfully, still on track. 

Then the stupid fucking chicken arrived. Colby was quick to leave when the chicken started smashing eggs on people’s heads. He knew that Daniel had to be hit, but that didn’t mean he had to, too. He was already suffering enough, so why add onto it? So, Colby ducked into the bathroom and decided to wait it out in there. He sat in a stall for a minute or so, before leaving once he heard the all-too-familiar voice of Daniel LaRusso grumbling about the egg in his hair. 

Because he was going with the ruse that he had been using the bathroom, Colby started to wash his hands (what? he’s not an animal! not washing your hand is how pandemics get worse!) in the sink next to Daniel, where he was washing the egg out of his hair. “I see you’ve been egged,” Colby said, laughing lightly at Daniel’s frustration.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Better than getting my ass kicked.”

“Hear that.” 

Before anymore could be said, Colby noticed through the mirror one of the Cobras entering the bathroom. Was it Bobby? He wasn’t sure, all the Cobras looked roughly the same with their matching skeleton costumes. But, the Cobra dressed as a skeleton walked behind them, calling out, “Johnny?”

Colby nudged Daniel so he would also see the Cobra, who begun knocking on stall doors to find his friend. 

“Johnny!” maybe-Bobby said. Finally, he found the right stall and Johnny popped his head over the stop, removing his headphones as maybe-Bobby asked, “Got that number rolled?”

“In a minute,” Johnny said. 

“Alright. I’m gonna get the guys,” maybe-Bobby said, turning to leave. 

“Okay.” 

“Hurry up.” 

Maybe-Bobby walked out of the bathroom, not noticing Colby or Daniel as he went. When he was gone, Colby saw the hose connected to one of the sinks behind them and nudged Daniel. A mischievous look lit up in Daniel’s eyes, and Colby already knew was he was thinking. They unraveled the hose, with Colby standing at the sink to hold onto it while Daniel snuck over to the stall next to the one Johnny was in. Once in the stall, Daniel lifted the hose into the pipes overhead where he wove it through so that it hung just above Johnny. He quickly left the stall, taking his place next to Colby. After Daniel nodded his head to indicate it was ready to go, Colby turned on the faucet, and they waited a moment until they heard Johnny curse.

“Damn!” Johnny hissed as water poured onto his head. 

They quickly ran out of the bathroom, running into a kid dressed as Spiderman. 

“Move, man!” Daniel said, pushing Spiderman back a bit. 

“Watch it!” Colby shouted as they moved around him and finally got out of the bathroom.

Colby led the way as he and Daniel ran across the gym. For a second, he thought they were in the clear. That is, until he heard a flurry of footsteps behind him, and he dared to look back to see all five of the Cobras plus Sam chasing after them. His heart ached for a moment, knowing what was to come, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to keep running. 

As they ran, they passed Ali, who asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It's coming around!” Daniel said, passing Ali the shower head Daniel had been using as part of his costume. 

Colby wasn’t sure what happened next, but he heard the Cobras all stumble and fall, so he could only assume that Ali tripped them. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was putting as much distance between him and the Cobras as possible. 

[fluff-shot-central]

Anything but Ordinary

Requested by anon for @mimiscappinisideblog! I hope you like!

I listened to this song and the lyrics made me think of Beej, I love Mimi’s art so could you please write a little drabble for her? With lots of softness????

Yes I absolutely can (but there’s gonna be angst bc...it’s me.)

What's the point of falling, when I know i'm only stalling ‘Cause I have to go back home Where I'm just one in the herd Tripping ovеr my words Trying hard to go with the grain Keeping the quirks in my brain I'm on the brink of discovеry, I think But what if I'm dreaming? That's what it seems like ‘Cause this girl thinks I'm part of her world And that new territory's scary

"Beej, I’m home!” You throw your bag on the couch, flopping down right after it. It had been an exhausting day at work, but it was finally the weekend - and that meant two uninterrupted days of Beetlejuice time. If he appeared, anyway...

“Beej?” You peer over the top of the couch, ready to defend yourself if he decides to scare you. No sign of him. That’s odd...but if he wasn't there, he was probably hiding in a closet upstairs or something. “Beej, if you don’t come out in three seconds I’m gonna make you,” you threaten. No response. Okay, fine. He wants to play deaf? Not on your watch.

“Beetlejuice...” Nothing. “Beetlejuice...” Silence. “Bee-”

A hand snakes around from behind you to cover your mouth. “No need for that, babes.”

“So you are home!” you accuse, hands on your hips. “Were you trying to scare me?”

The ghost with the most throws his hands up in self-defence, a smirk playing across his features. “Of course not, babes! When would I ever dream of trying to scare you?”

You might’ve believed him had he not been smirking like the devil himself. “Riiiiiiiiiight...well, it’s been an exhausting day at work, so can we just cuddle for a bit? I could really use your company right now.”

He smiles at you, slightly softer now. “Alright, babes. Whatever you need.” With a snap of his fingers, you were both snuggled up on the couch, one of your comfort movies playing in the background.

Fifteen minutes in, you start to drift off - you hadn’t been kidding when you said it was a rough day, and sleep sounded better than a movie at the moment. Just before you lost consciousness, your demon started talking. “I really don’t know what you see in me, babes.”

What?

You struggle to clear the sleep from your mind without alerting Beetlejuice that you were awake.

“I mean, you’re you, and I’m...me.” He lets out a heavy sigh, and you don’t have to see him to know that his hair is purple. “What could a pretty little breather want with a demon? Sure, you might think I’m cool now, but once you see what I’m really like...what I’ve done...you’ll get tired of me. Or worse, you’ll be scared. God, I don’t think I could handle seeing you scared of me. I don’t want you to leave me, babes. Is that selfish? Is it selfish of me to want to spend eternity with the one person who isn’t scared of me? Who doesn’t hate me? Who might actually...care about me?” The terrified tremble in his voice makes your heart ache...and then you feel the wetness hit your cheek. Beetlejuice is crying. “I don’t want you to leave me. Please don’t leave me...”

That’s it. You can’t let this go any further.

You sit up so you’re facing a purple-haired, wet-cheeked Beetle. His eyes go wide, and he swipes at his cheeks to hide his tears. “B-babes! What are you doing up?”

You shift, thumbing the rest of his tears away. He flinches, a streak of white flashing through his hair. “Did you hear -?”

You shush him, nodding slowly as you snuggle up to his chest. “Beej, why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve talked about it -”

“Because I didn’t want you to run!” he wails.

You startle back. Hearing him say it so clearly like that...does he really expect you to just leave him? You shift more fully, straddling his thighs so you can look him square in the face.

“Beetlejuice,” you start, making sure to use his full name so he knows you’re serious, “I’m going to say this as many times as I have to for it to sink in. I am not leaving. Now, or ever. You,” you shove lightly at his chest, “are stuck with me.”

He looks at you in wonder, eyes still full of tears - but do your eyes deceive you, or is that a green streak in his hair? “You mean it? You aren’t gonna leave? You’re not...scared of me?”

“No. Never. Nothing you can say or do will convince me that you aren’t the man I love. I’m staying right here.”

Before he can respond, you grab his arms and wrap yourself in a hug, settling against his stomach with a sigh. You can feel him tense underneath you for the slightest moment before more hands appear in your hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. After a few more minutes, another set clamps onto your legs, holding you firmly in place and making you giggle. He buries his face in your shoulder with a soft grunt, fluffy pink hair brushing your cheek. “Can’t leave now. Gotcha,” he mutters.

You let out a soft laugh, snuggling closer to your favourite demon. “Alright, Beej. Ya got me. I’m all yours.”

To anon and Mimi: I hope this is alright!!!! I know it’s mostly angst but goddammit the end got me

[pixelatedrose]

hey big man :D ! it’s been a while and w o a h — callahan, mr. mcblithe, looks absolutely stunning :0 !! he looks like he’s glowing and it’s wonderful. i love the detailing on his lil suspenders and the open shoulders are really pretty. oh! and the little cogs with the shiny gem thing are nice, do they have any significance or are they just there to look cool (which they are definitely succeeding in) ? also, his wiNgs are so lovely!! they’re so big and they look so soft, they’re just breathtaking, i love them :)) i hope you’ve had a wonderful day and you enjoy the rest of your night! remember to drink water if you haven’t recently, love you loads dude 💛 !

Bee!!!! I love yoouuu!!!! :DDD

Okay okay okay

So

>:]

Lemme talk bout my boy Cally-ham McBlimp

Starting with things you mentioned- the open shoulders is also because he's wearing a halter top in the pic (bc fight me halter tops are the ONLY viable piece of clothing if you have wings-) HOWEVER!!!!

In the current narrative, Callahan's sweater does simply just have open shoulders. And THAT'S because in the current narrative!! He doesn't have wings!!!!

The cogs on his belt don't have any story significance, they're simply just decoration- like a fancy belt buckle- and also are indicative of his occupation as someone who's part of the tinkerer's guild!!! Thas all :]

Now the CRYSTAL is a LOT more interesting as it seems to have significant story importance. This crystal as a milky white opaque gemstone that faintly glows, it acts as Callahan's sorcery focus. As a young adult/teen, his uncle (the man who raised him since his parents passed when he was a very very little child) gave it to him, telling him it was a family heirloom and that he should keep it safe and with him at all times. And he's done just that!! For the most part.... he's made a single alteration to the gem, having filed the top part of it down to make it better fit the metal frame its attached to- a frame he made himself. This seems like it will have......effects, later down the line- I'm SO excited to see what my dm has in store for me.

Hhggh

There's so so so so much i can and want to be able to tell you bout my boy Callahan McBlithe, my good ol m8 Cally-ham, my bro my friend my child, but i don't wanna force ppl to read to much so I'm gonna hide it under the cut from now on-

SO CALLAHAN

Okay okay okay

So to talk about Callahan, we gotta talk about Montgomery Silverbeard, or Monty for short.

So, Callahan is a dwarf.

Monty is not a dwarf, but he IS a human RAISED by dwarves.

Monty is in the tinkerer's guild.

Monty has a mechanical Dog named Weller that runs on the energy of a crystal he has.

Monty always wears his goggles.

And one last thing we should know about Callahan before I continue, is something my dm specified that i preciously mentioned in the og post i made about Callahan, is that he has heterochromia, one blue eye and one brown one, and that Callahan also always wears his goggles when he's out in public.

NOW!!!!

Fun shit >:3c

So first things first.

The first session happens and Callahan gets introduced to the party through the means of Remmy- a character I don't have the time to explain other than through his title; The Entity- and things go great.

Well, great is relative i guess cause i mean the party did kinda forget he was there so ._.

But at the very end, as everyone is going to bed and Callahan is about to start walking home, Monty catches him and says he'll walk him home

They start chatting and shit and as they're walking, Monty stops for a moment and takes his goggles off to rub at his eyes.

And as he takes off his goggles, Callahan sees his eyes.

And he's heterochromatic.

One blue eye. One brown eye.

And Callahan stops and just stares for a moment and says. "You're...you're heterochromatic?"

Monty kinda glaces back and responds, "yeah. Has something to do with my birth parents, I'm sure of it."

And Callahan is quite for a moment. And then he slowly, silently pulls his goggles down around his neck to let Monty see his eyes too.

They kinda blink at each other.

Monty catches sight of the crystal at Callahan's belt and asks him where he got it, tells him that its a crystal like that that keeps Weller alive.

When Callahan tells him that it was an heirloom, Monty looks at him and just says, "I think we may be a bit closer than we expected, Callahan."

AND NEITHER ME OR MONTY OR ANYONE FUCKING KNEW THIS WAS COMING

OUR DM IS FUCKING AMAZING AT KEEPING JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF SECRETS FROM ALL OF US GODDAMMIT I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Anyway that's all i have the time to tell about right now, but there is still SO much more i could talk about- from Uncle Mar-Mar, to Remmy, to the second session, to the plot to Fuck The Queen, to the con-artist mini-sesh- dude i love this campign with all of my being, its not even funny how in love i am with everything about it

In any case!!!! Thank you so much for checking in, Bee!!! I love you a ton, and sorry i haven't been active, I've been caught between d&d and school and that's all I've been doing lately lol

My schedule should free up some after graduation, but i can't guarantee that since I'll be starting work right after as well, but I'll try to be better!!!

As always, Stay Fresh and Minty, Bee!!! Ily and i hope you have a WONDERFUL day!!!! <3 :D

[bugaboosandbees]

I want Duchness Noir headcanons please!

Thanks for the ask lovely anon! Headcanons I can do. :)

It takes a while for Plagg to warm up to Chloe. Despite himself, he really grew to care for Adrien and he feels like he failed him, so he’s going to be pretty resistant to letting himself get attached to his new kitten. He lashes out about every mistake or problematic behavior she makes early on. He’s determined to not make the same mistakes he made with Adrien, so he ends up making new ones.

She has to work hard to prove herself to him.

Plagg sees the rich empty place that Chloe lives and hears her having a nightmare about her mom one night and his heart just clenches because they’re so alike and she needs him, but Adrien needed him too, and look how that turned out.

Chloe has proven that she can be a pretty decent superhero as Queen Bee, so Duchess Noir bursts onto the scene looking like a pro.

Ladybug can’t quite hide her relief that she’s not Chat, but she’s still wary of the newcomer.

Duchess Noir explains that Chat Noir broke the balance and his kwami took back his ring and sought her out. She proves herself in the first fight, but Ladybug takes a bit to trust her fully after what happened with Chat. 

Now, because Chloe came onto the superhero scene after LB and CN, she still tends to defer to Ladybug as a de facto leader. They’re supposed to be partners, so she has to work on supporting Ladybug without relying on her too much. That’s one thing I’m not crazy about in canon -- Ladybug is always so scared because Chat Noir isn’t the type of partner who’s shown that he can handle things if she needs to step back -- it’s all up to her to save the day.

Chloe learns to be a partner, not a shield with self-destructive tendencies.

She’d probably be a bit prickly if she had to work with a temp hero at first because she’s pretty leery after what Ladybug told her about Rena and Carapace and about what she saw with Chat. Besides, she’s the only partner that Ladybug needs, thank you very much.

Also, I’m an ABSOLUTE SUCKER for the trope where miraculous weilders get the traits of the animals represented in their miraculous???

I kind of headcanon that Chloe is pretty touch-starved at home, so she’s really touchy with Adrien because he is pretty much the only person she fully trusts. (I bet people have tried to use her to get to her famous parents in the past and she doesn’t get much love at home, so I don’t think it would be too off the mark to say that some of the bratiness probably developed as a protection mechanism.) That being said, she now trusts Ladybug too, and goddammit she wants to look suave around Ladybug but every time Ladybug rests a hand on her fucking shoulder she freaking purrs????

She gets a lot of cuddles when LB visits Chloe and she LIVES for those moments.

She’s definitely one of those cats who are really loyal to their person. (And the animal instincts know a thing or two she doesn’t.) So the next time someone comes after Marinette, her entire being bristles and she’s fighting them before she knows what’s going on. She’s confused afterward, but probably chalks it up as “well, I’m a superhero now, so I need to help people, even Marinette”

Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, sweetie.

When she finds out how easily Ladybug gets cold, she is 1000% willing to be her human space heater all winter.

If she ever meets Fu she’s gonna THROW THE FUCK DOWN

Tikki approves

Eventually, Plagg can’t stop himself from warming up to her and when he realizes what’s happening, he tries to run away or some shit. Cue Chloe putting on a motorcycle helmet and helping Ladybug as a civilian a la Princess Fragrance. Plagg comes around and comes back for her, and after the fight she and Plagg have a tear-jerking heart to heart and end up getting everything out in the open and start to have a real partnership.

Plagg starts to think of her as his kit, as Tikki thinks of Mari as her daughter.

Chloe doesn’t get a lot of parental affection and she’s a lot more willing than Adrien to take advice from/emulate people she admires, so once she gets attached to Plagg, she would do anything for him.

When she’s really sick she admits that he’s been a better parent to her than her’s have ever been and holy shit if that doesn’t pull on his heartstrings.

Duchess Noir ends up finding herself drawn to Marinette’s balcony. Like Ladybug coming to Chloe, she doesn’t know why she’s there or why she keeps coming back, but she finds that she really enjoys spending time with Marinette and that really confuses her. She gets cuddles here too.

Duchess talks to Marinette about how she’s kinda not super nice as a civilian and that she has her reasons for that, but she’d like to get better. She’s really scared of letting other people in far enough to hurt her, so she’s conflicted about it. Marinette helps her work through her feelings.

As Chloe tries to incorporate Mari’s advice in her civilian life, who better to try it on than Marinette? Even when she was being a total bitch, Marinette never hurt her, and, God help her, she’s starting to trust her as Duchess Noir, so she hopes that she’s not going to get hurt this way.

Marinette talks about her strange growing friendship with Chloe to Duchess who is so happy she definitely has to cover up some tears.

Marinette loves getting to know her new partner this way. Duchess has cared about her since she first came on the scene and even if she is snippy with other people sometimes and acts like she’s not really sure what to do in social situations occasionally, she can’t help but feel that Duchess is the best thing that’s happened to her in a long time.

Mari falls in love with Duchess Noir, and Chloe has been in love with Ladybug for longer than she’d like to admit. They both are realizing that the way they’ve crushed on people in the past was less than healthy, so they spend a lot of time denying their feelings. They each care about the other so much, the last thing they’d ever want to do is hurt them, and neither of them is sure that they know how to love in a healthy way.

Then maybe an akuma almost kills Duchess and Ladybug can’t take it? She’s cradling Duchess in her arms as the miraculous cure takes effect and her wounds vanish and she’s crying because her most important person almost left her and she can’t deal with that even a little bit. So she kisses her and begs her to never leave her again.

Duchess tears up because Ladybug is so good, how could she possibly want her? But she loves her so much, and she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.

At this point, they’re so totally in sync, they’re practically two parts of a whole and because they’re so in balance and their bonds with their kwamis have grown so deep, I think that’s when they unlock new aspects of their miraculouses and get some power-ups.

Give Marinette Wings 2k19, that’s all I’m saying, friends.

I feel like I’ve rambled on much more than you intended me to, anon, so I’ll stop here. That being said, if anybody would like more headcanons about anything, feel free to shoot me an ask!!!

[anika-ann]

Think Again (When You Stop Freaking Out) - Pt.1

Good Morning... Me?

Pairing: None                   Word count: 1586

Warnings: language,  hella lot confusion, vomiting, blindness, sensory overload, ... irony and sass? ;)

Summary: Matt doesn’t feel like Matt. Steve doesn’t feel like Steve. How did that happen?

Story Masterlist

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Matt Murdock woke up with a startle and found out he was blind.

Now that wasn’t a strange occurrence. Unfortunately, Matt had been waking up unable to see for the past two decades, ever since he had been in an accident involving messed up chemicals and an act of spontaneous heroism on his side. In return, he had gained extremely enhanced senses and with time, he had learned to use them to see.

Which was exactly what was wrong at the moment.

Matt woke up… feeling blind.

The room he was in was strangely silent, no intrusive smells attacking his nostrils, no distinctive taste on his tongue, no extremely smooth sensation on his skin– gripping the sheets, he was very sure these weren’t his silk ones, this was not how silk felt and yet, the sheets weren’t scratching his skin so hard it would make him cry. Matt would think they were simple cotton, but this was not how it supposed to feel.

And he fucking couldn’t map the room as he couldn’t pinpoint his radar sense; his world of fire lacked fire.

He snapped his eyes open, his breathing raged, sitting up with a jolt.

He was not ready for the picture in front of him.

After all, this kind of picture only existed in his memories. This kind of picture had colours. Sharp edges, painfully so, as if every freaking atom had its place. Then again, Matt wouldn’t be a good judge of the state of his eye-sight, he couldn’t tell if it was 20/20, because he couldn’t remember what it felt like.

What could tell and was hundred percent sure of, was that… yeah, he could definitely see.

It freaked the shit out of him.

Feeling the bile rising to his mouth, his body jumped up on instinct, taking a bee line to the bathroom. It was only after he emptied his stomach that he realized that he had no clue which bathroom it was and how he had known where to go.

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Several blocks over, a man jolted awake, snapping his eyes open, only to be met with darkness.

He gasped, blinking, but there was nothing. His heart started hammering in his chest, a strange sensation vibrating through his ribcage, warmth spreading into his body with each thumb-thumb. A fraction of second later, the noise of the city assaulted his ears and hit him like a train – a train passing him by inches. He jumped back, hitting the wall behind him, quickly rolling over, falling off bed and shooting to his feet, his arms raised and fists curled up.

The noise didn’t fade out, making him raise his hands to his ears.

There was a weak taste of mint toothpaste in his mouth, barely covering other strange tastes he couldn’t quite place. His nose was itching with at least twenty different smells, mingling together and overwhelming his brain, easily causing him a headache. Not to mention his whole body was aching and he felt like every freaking cell of his body was alerting him on pain.

He thought the sweatpants he wore felt soft, yet there was an itch against his skin, as if they were made of the roughest fabric he ever felt. His balance was complete shit – the room around him pounded, the floor shaking with what he was sure was a subway train riding right under his feet and on top of all that, he was still in darkness, a strange darkness that felt somehow vibrant, flashes calling out for him.

What the hell was happening?

Calm down, soldier. You know better than to freak out. Deep breaths- oh god, so many smells, breathing in deeply was so not a good idea-- focus. Think of it as of a recon mission. In a very loud environment that resembles a battlefield, but those you know too.

Yeah, but going in this blind is a bit unusual.

Three quick knocks – and he would swear he felt them echoing in his bones, his ears pretty much bleeding with that sound – snapped his mind from racing.

“Matthew, I swear to God, if you don’t open the door, I’ll—… use my own key,” somewhat familiar voice threatened, apparently changing his mind in mid-sentence and offering a less violent solution.

It didn’t matter. Because he was in some serious trouble. The voice was too loud, joined by cacophony of tens others whispering or yelling in his head, everything felt wrong, his head hurt and apparently, he was in some Matt’s home.

He couldn’t remember drinking last night, but he made himself a promise. Steve Rogers swore that he would not get within a ten feet distance to Thor’s Asgardian liquor ever again.

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Exiting the bathroom after a very long shower – and about an hour spend on the floor, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that the tiles didn’t feel as hard as they should against his knees, his body feeling overall wrong, definitely not his, and oh yeah, he could fucking see –, brushing his teeth for at least three times (why did the toothpaste taste so faintly again…?), and examining himself in the mirror – blond? He was blond now? – he went to examine the space he had woken up in.

The apartment was rather plain, but definitely belonged to a well-situated person, only if judging by the fact Matt found himself in at least thirtieth floor. During his freak-out, he had come to a bit unorthodox and, let’s be honest, totally insane conclusion, that he had been in a body of someone else. A steroid-freak, by the way, because what the hell, Matt was sure this amount of muscle tissue could not be natural, what was the guy doing apart from drugs? So yeah, that was a thing.

The thing was, there wasn’t much else to go on. He discovered an impressive closet, ranging from work-out clothes (wow, so many work-out outfits), comfortable homey sweats and t-shirts  and hoodies (Matt’s clothing of choice for now), to shirts and suits (not too many, which was strange, because again, rich guy, clearly).

In the nightstand, there were two sketchbooks (one extremely well worn) and Matt was no expert, but the drawings in it – mostly pretty random – were quite good. Huh. Rich. Freaky-ripped. Most likely on steroids. Handsome though. Artistic. Matt was surprised he didn’t find a woman’s (or man’s, whatever) underwear lying around at least, because this guy could to be a playboy for sure.

This guy. In whose body Matt was now, waking up, just like that.

He ran his hand down his face.

“Good morning to me,” he murmured, not even startled by the stranger’s voice which was – naturally – not his own.

“Good morning, Captain Rogers,” a female voice with thick Irish accent sounded above him and Matt jumped back, immediately raising his fists to protect himself (not himself) from the intruder (who might actually live here, unlike him). He saw no one.

Saw no one. Hilarious, Murdock.

He squinted, looking around, which was something he was not used to goddammit, he was supposed to sense the person coming, but while he guessed his hearing was alright for an average person, he was definitely not fine.

“May I be of any assistance?” the woman asked and Matt tilted his head in attempt to locate her better, which was perfectly useless.

What, was she invisible? Because that would be so fucking ironic he might even laugh. Able to see after two decades and the first person I meet is invisible. Congratulation, Universe, you managed to fuck it up again.

“N-no,” Matt tried out, hoping the weird… thing? Person? Would disappear and leave him alone to his inspection.

“Apologies, Sir. You seemed confused.” You have no idea. “And you were sick. Shall I inform anyone about your-“

“No, thank you. I’ll do it myself,” he blurted out, not even caring it probably didn’t sound very convincing.

“Understand, Sir.”

Matt slightly shook his head, easing his fighting stance and allowing himself to breathe in. He didn’t even know how he would fight. The self-awareness of his body, his ability to control the incredible mass was way too low, but hell, he would not have had a choice. And who knew, he might be able to pull out few moves, this body clearly remember something..

Because apparently, he was a captain. Captain Rogers. He thanked God he had a name now, at least. Now, if he would meet someone, he would at least know to turn around if someone addressed him.

It actually made sense, this guy being military. Retired maybe? Then again, he seemed fast and agile, which he would expect from an active soldier, but he wasn’t exactly an expert.

He wondered for a brief moment if he should call Foggy, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Firstly, he only found a locked phone, which sucked, secondly, he still had no idea where he was, thirdly, he didn’t want to put his friend in danger, and finally, he was aware that if someone called Foggy, claiming he was his best friend and business partner, but had woken up in the wrong body, Foggy would probably hang up anyway.

With a deep breath, he walked through the room, gathering courage to exit the relatively safe space. Gripping the handle – which cried under his determined hold, the material curving, what the hell, steroids, seriously - he opened the door, feeling like Alice going down the rabbit hole.

“Alright, Captain Rogers. Let’s do some recon.”

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Part 2

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[mercyxkilling]

@soldariusx

mercy had been glad to change out of that ridiculous honey bee uniform and back into her normal clothes. it wasn't that work there was difficult, but there were nights that it was just exhausting. feigning interest in men, regulars or one-time drifters, wasn't something she really enjoyed doing, but she could and would do it if it meant she could get paid... but god there were times she would consider, instead of appealing to a man's vanity, punching him squarely in the throat. thankfully, though, she'd made it through the night without incident, collected her pay, and was now on her way to the bar to have herself a well-earned drink. it would have been wise to instead head back home and perhaps save her earnings, but mercy had never really been the type to do such a thing. it was quite possible that after this evening she'd go crawling back to the shinra building again and beg for reno's leftovers. it wasn't a thing she was particularly proud of, but work was hard to find, and she was actually very good at the work he offered her. find the target, beat their ass, and bring them back to shinra. she didn't really want to do shinra's dirty work, but she did like reno and the others, and the pay was decent. maybe that would somehow make her feel just a little less dirty about it. or... maybe not.

the walk hadn't been a long one, and after offering her greetings to familiar faces as she passed, she'd found her way to the bar, promptly found a seat, and ordered herself something to drink. her honey colored gaze scanned the room, hoping that she'd find someone she recognized, perhaps one of the girls she worked with or even an acquaintance she could make small talk with, but found nothing of the sort. it was the downside of going out so late. it was always... a snake pit. very few ladies chose to come to the bar at this hour, and the results were usually disastrous. she could already feel eyes upon her and it made her visibly shudder. it wasn't that she considered herself to be considerably attractive, but she knew her audience well, and for them, the pickin's were quite slim.

maybe she should have left then, but goddammit, she wanted her drink. but as the bartender came back around to bring it to her, she noticed there were three extra glasses on his tray.

"from the gentlmen across the room, miss," he stated as he placed each of them on the table before her.

she said nothing, sighed, and forked over the cash for her order. as he went back behind the bar, mercy eyed each of the drinks, then looked over at the men that had sent them her way.

gross.

she'd usually never turn down free alcohol, but drinking anything some gross bastard sent to you was saying, "yes, i am, in fact, down to fuck," and at present, she truly was not. at least not with some old, sweaty drunkard undressing her with his eyes, anyway. another sigh escaped her painted lips, as she reached for one of them, dipped her finger into it, and ran it across the rim of the glass to make it sing. 

was this the best she could do? how depressing.

this, though, was apparently invitation enough to bring one of them over to her. damn it, she didn't actually drink it. immediately she withdrew her hand and slid every drink away but the one she actually wanted, hoping the man would get the hint and disappear.

he did not.

instead he seated himself next to her. close. too close.

he opened his mouth to speak, but she lifted a hand to stop him.

"please. leave me alone. i'm not interested."

and while she could obviously handle herself, she didn't want to start trouble in the only bar in wall market and get thrown out. 

"now don't be like that, baby..." 

he had leaned in closer still, and smelled of stale cigarettes and sweat. mercy wanted nothing more than to introduce this man to her stilettos and stomp his throat in, but she would show considerable restraint. her resolve, however, was beginning to crack now that she felt his grubby hands upon her waist.

"oh my god. don't. don't make me do this."

were the people around her blind? there was obviously something going horribly wrong here, but everyone was pretending as if nothing was happening. she moved to get away, but he only strengthened his grip to hold her there.

she ran her eyes about the room, pleading silently for someone, anyone to help. mercy didn't need rescuing, necessarily, and would handle this accordingly, but if she could avoid it, she wanted to.