#Anyway I’m alive! And about to drop off bc I’m tired as all hell

[eternal-moss]

*coming back from the dead* I am so gay for Arlecchino *dies again*

#Arlecchino #Genshin impact #School has been full on #I only had 4 hours of sleep last night to work on a project (one that I’ve spent ~20 hours on) #But that was my final piece of work. I’m free now I can sleep finally #I’m going to bed rn snosnosnomimimi but I wanted to lay out my opinion on the new video #Which is that Arleccino is very cool and I will skip pretty much everyone for her #I don’t care much for the others yet except my son Freminet. If they develop the girls well then maybe I’ll like them too #I saw someone speculate that the Tea Guy was blind and if he actually is I would absolutely love him #For now I live with my Dehya prosthesis headcanons and that’s about it #Anyway I’m alive! And about to drop off bc I’m tired as all hell #(Excited for 3.8 tomorrow also :3)

[elf-osamu]

“WOW, I REALLY CAN’T SPEAK, HUH? MUST BE BECAUSE OF HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK”

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fluff, romantic relationship, lucifer, mammon, barbatos x gn!reader

warning(s) : mammon’s one is kinda sad at first ?? mostly bc he’s overthinking things ☹️ probably he’s a bit ooc but idc he’s gorgeous regardless (let’s say you two are at the start of your relationship in this one-shot).

words count : 2587 words

request: “howdy may i rq an obey me scenario with this prompt —> “wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” gn! mc says it ! would like it to be with lucifer, mammon and barbatos. maybe something like them rambling and asking if mc is listening and they drop that line ^ thank youu”

a/n : AA FINALLY AN OBEY ME REQUEST 🫶🏻 i love those characters with all of my heart, aND THIS PROMPT IS SO GOOD, it’s one of my favorites !! thank you for requesting btw <33 and i apologize for the long wait :( i had no time to write between school and personal matters. anyway, just so you know, lucifer’s and mammon’s ones are soooo long while barbato’s is auite short, i kinda rushed it because i felt bad since i’ve been neglecting requests lately 😭😭 (yeah this is the second time i’m posting this)

LUCIFER :

as the student council vice president, lucifer is well known among the royal academy of diavolo’s demons and angels: although being a composed individual most of the time, he has also an intimidating and almost cruel side to him because of his status, hence why many demons fear him. his fierce, self-assured demeanour is somewhat entrancing, capturing everyone’s gaze in an unbreakable trance, plus his aura of pride is something inevitable in everyday life.

this is not to mention his complicated past and the authority he possesses thanks to lord diavolo, which — according to many demons and a few angels — give more might to his persona.

although sometimes you were the main cause of many troubles in the past, now you can consider yourself quite privileged to be in his good graces. as his partner you have access to a vulnerable part of him that not everyone has a chance to see, where his pride comes off and his insecurities and annoyances emerge, and you can afford to be bold with him.

this very day, he is complaining about a bunch of ‘inferior’ demons who have caused a rather bothersome fuss during curses and hexes class, knocking out a student, giving a headache to your beloved: lucifer knows perfectly well how to put someone in their place, even forcefully if necessary, however it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel pressured and tired after doing his duty.

the stress derived from all of his responsibilities, and from the piles of paperwork stubbornly sitting on his desk nearly every day, highly increases over time.

now the two of you are in his study, lucifer is rereading the report about today’s incident he just finished to write while you intently watch him work, helping him here and there. frowing in displeasure, he keeps changing a few sentences, wondering how the hell he’s going to survive this afternoon.

however, you can’t help but admire his handsome features: his black eyes shine with a reddish light, they are a little jaded but also alive; his rosy lips form a straight line, emphasizing his concentration, but no less beautiful; his cheeks are covered with a slight sheen of blush, probably due to his weariness; what to say, his demonic beauty is undoubtedly striking.

being too busy with your thoughts, you don’t realize he’s trying to get your attention to what he has been saying for the past few minutes.

“[name], are you listening to me?” he asks, lips slightly parted at your silence.

it’s almost funny, the fact that he completely ignores the reason of your quietness.

“[name].” at this point, lucifer’s voice is filled more with worry than irritation. why aren’t you responding to him? is something the matter?

as he’s about to ask another question, you snap back to reality, slowly turning to your senses.

you try to say something to seem completely nonchalant, but your voice — hoarse from nervousness — betrays you, and you can’t help but observe again your partner, who is frowing even more than before. if that’s possible.

you sigh, in defeat with yourself, and a genuine grin makes its way onto your face. “wow, i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look”.

at first, he doesn’t really process those words.

although his gaze is fixed on your figure, his mind is fuzzy from all the work he’s currently doing, almost as if he were in a dream-like state, not at all focused on the present world. there’s silence for a few seconds in the room you two are in, and you’re asking yourself if you need to bring lucifer back to reality. but when you’re about to talk to him, you shift slightly on your sit, and his brain registers the movement.

so, suddenly, realization hits him. perhaps, too suddenly.

if it weren’t for his majestic pride, he’d cover his face, now completely red — but, doing so would be admitting his confused (but contented) mood derived from the sound of your words, which is inadmissible to him. so, all he can do is pretend that he’s not impressed by what you have said, even if his body is betraying him: in addition to the blush on his face and neck, his eyes are filled with astonishment and his lips, slightly parted again, form a small circle, defining his astonishment.

finally, he glares at you — taking back a part of his self-control — and seems to be lost in thought, probably wondering how he should face the situation without feeling too embarrassed; you can almost see the gears of his brain working wildly, desperately trying to find a simple solution.

and then, his eyes sparkle.

never underestimate a demon, especially if it’s lucifer. have you flustered him? well, be prepared, because he’ll pay you back in the same coin.

he adjusts himself on his scarlet armchair, which highlights his shimmering eyes, and leans towards you, over his desk. you can tell by his look that, if you let him speak, his words will be the death of you. and there’s no way you’ll allow it.

“too bad i need to be in another a class in, like, five minutes,” you blatantly lie, checking your wristwatch, and getting up. you lean just a little to give lucifer a quick peck on the lips. “well, see you later, pretty boy”, you wink at him and leave the room in a hurry, without giving him enough time to process what has happened.

yet again, he’s stunned by how you’ve called him.

the avatar of pride may be confident and assertive, but his heart can only flutter when someone is genuinely complimenting him. especially if it’s you.

MAMMON :

“… and so he blamed me! me, do ya understand? he, without hesitation, cursed the great mammon in front of the whole class! what an outrageous thing to do, don’t ya think!?”.

one interesting thing about the avatar of greed is that, despite his attempts to play it cool, he’s not confident about himself. thinking about it, it can’t but make sense: he’s driven by his multiple desires — money, for example — and craves them every time there’s a minimal absence of those, including external approval; he needs to be seen and accepted by everyone.

admitting it out loud would probably never be an option, considering his stubborn nature, but mammon would do anything to make you smile or laugh at his jokes — anything. he wants to be worthy of your attention — because in his mind he’s not deserving of love, particularly yours. of course, if you asked him something about this matter, he’d say the opposite — he’s everything but good at communicating his needs.

getting to know the demon hasn’t been an easy task, but with time you’ve managed to discover that there’s a soft side to him — a kind, warm heart behind his usual carefree mask.

despite all these thoughts spinning in your head, in this moment you are still fascinated by mammon’s temper and gestures: his hands, shaken, are moving quickly in the air, a slight pout is adorning his face, and his eyes are glimmering in bitter frustration — the sky of the devildom is reaching his darkest shade of colour while he looks vigorous yet ethereal.

“… handsome”, you murmur, as if talking to yourself.

mammon suddenly stops in his tracks, a slight embarassed expression appearing on his face.

“oh? what did ya say?” he asks, confused yet hopeful, thinking that maybe he has misheard you — because how could someone like you view him as nothing but that? sure, you’re his partner, however the fear of not being seen and loved for who he really is… is always present.

you sigh and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. “wow, i really can’t speak, huh? ah, must be because of how pretty you look…”.

the noises of the night fill the atmosphere between you two in this moment; mammon’s brain has stopped working and, honestly, you can’t blame him: saying that he’s taken aback by your remark would be a great understatement to describe the current situation.

the avatar of greed is feeling so many emotions in so little time — his heart is pounding stronger than ever, you can almost hear its soft sound, and a reassurance which he has never felt so intensely is hugging his chest. these sensations are something he would gladly immerse himself into, a new type of greed to add to his long and interminable list, a new need.

unfortunately, the clock is ticking and mammon doesn’t want you to see his true self, not in a moment so embarassing for him, not like this — though he would love to indulge in this sweet pleasure for a while longer.

“you— human! what are ya thinking, speaking like that to your first demon? ya sure are bold! i’ll close one eye for this time, so consider yourself lucky tonight, because the great mammon won’t be so gentle in the future!”

a quick laugh escapes from your lips and, before he can question it, you grab his jaw with one of your hands, so his eyes can only be directed towards you.

“mammon, sweetheart, drop the act. you are making a fool of yourself and, although you’d be so entertaining to watch right now, you need to realise that i love you, truly.”, your gaze softens and you smile at him, making his heart melt. “it’s okay to not understand why you are cared about — but i want you to know that you are important to me, so, so fcking much. we’re in this together — aren’t we? then, will you allow me to show why and how i’m going to love and take care of you, mh?”.

mammon remains still as you finish your speech; his unsteady breath, however, betrays him.

“[name], i… thank you”, he says, unsure on how to continue his response.

“talk your feelings out, if you feel like it. i’m not a judge here,” you reassure him.

his gaze shifts for a moment, symbolising his indecision, but then it returns to yours. “i’m… i am glad to have ya in my life, [name]. but, well, i suppose i have one request to make”.

your smile turns suddenly into a smirk, finally happy to see your boyfriend taking courage to express his feelings.

“yes, dear?”.

“be greedy with me,” he pauses, slowly breathing in and out to not mess up his next words. “indulge in my sin whenever you can, day by day, and don’t leave anything behind. spare nothing, let the greed take control over you, like i’ll do with you from now on”.

“oh now, now, who is the bold one?” you murmur, getting closer to him. “you’re extremely covetous, mammon, and this is one of the many things which i appreciate about you. i already made a pact with you, so i don’t see a problem with your request. i accept it”, and you kiss him, as if you’re sealing the deal.

who would have thought that one of the greatest demons of all the realms could feel such things for a human?

BARBATOS :

despite being barbatos’s partner, it’s not quite often that you’re invited over lord diavolo’s castle to spend time with two of the most powerful demons in the devildom. the reason why is actually pretty simple: your lover’s life is full of events to attend and favors to give. his presence is requested by every kind of beings, alongside his trusted services to the devildom’s prince, resulting in little to no space left for your meetings. the same can be said for you, since your school life isn’t exactly giving you energy to talk to him either — so you could say you two are fair.

this evening is different from the usual, since you were invited for dinner — a rare, but pleasant occasion to find yourself in. the one who has arranged it all is, nevertheless, lord diavolo himself: though he often acts oblivious of his requests, he has a keen eye for his butler’s mental state — so it would have been only a matter of time before he found out about barbatos’ single desire to relieve his stress… you.

using the “celebration” of your school achievements as an excuse, diavolo set up these hours in his magnificent mansion just for the two of you — saying that he’s attended elsewhere and oh so unfortunately he won’t be able to remain with you even for a while longer.

this is the premise of the current moment — you are quite literally squeezing your boyfriend, hugging him from behind, while he prepares his nightly skincare routine. he’s looking at himself in the mirror, dark green eyes are inspecting his state: his hands are on both sides of the sink, slightly supporting his robust and elegant figure; his torso is covered by a black tank top — something you’d rarely have the chance to see, considering barbatos’ extreme care for a professional appearance; his cold but soft skin seems bright, almost shining, under the tender lamp’s light.

his lips are smartly moving, giving life to his thoughts, however you are too focused on him to pay attention to his words.

“[name]?”

the sudden call of your name wakes you up, but only for a second.

“mh?”

his eyes meet yours in the mirror. “are you listening to me?”.

“mmh mh”, you nod, not registering his question at all, and continue to admire him in silence.

obviously, he’s completely aware of it — after all, he’s the demon who can see through both the past and future.

with a swift movement of his body, he turns to face you, making you cling to his waist.

with his right hand, he gently holds your chin between his fingers. “would you like, my love, to share your thoughts on the matter? you seem rather unfocused tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”.

you swallow, waiting for your confidence to come back. then, you try to give back the same energy of his — since you wouldn’t like to lose to his antics, not again.

“damn, i really can’t speak right now, huh? must be because of how pretty you look, barbatos. it’s actually not fair”.

although you don’t look nearly as self-assured as him, you regain a bit of your control when you notice a hint of hesitation and bewilderment on his face.

he scoffs, looking away from your eyes — and doing so makes it evident that his ears are bright red. you catch the opportunity right away, moving his hair away from the sensitive skin.

“ah! if only the others saw you, the formidable barbatos, right now! you wouldn’t be feared so much,” you teasingly comment, preparing for his next move.

“i wouldn’t be so daring if i were in your place, [name]”, barbatos remarks jokingly — but you can never be so sure when it comes to him: as proof you have his piercing gaze fixated on your face, which conveys a message that you couldn’t otherwise pick up.

“well- i guess i’ll make it up tomorrow! aren’t you tired? it’s been an exhausting day — let’s watch a movie!” you suddenly suggest, not resisting to his towering yet fascinating aura.

he sighs as you quickly evade from his arms, though he’s suppressing a smile.

barbatos supposes he can let one person to make fun of him.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me x reader #gn!reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #mammon x you #lucifer x gender neutral reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #barbatos x reader

[fcthots]

ok so this is clearly self-indulgent but what Reader x canon stuff isn’t?? 😤 anyway I’m finally submitting a thing because your portrayal of him & all these ficlets have done wonders for the world—

Italian!Jason (and/or just Jason Who Speaks Italian) & you have used Italian as sort of a “comfort language” since you were growing up together as teens. Yeah, you speak English, but your nicknames for each other, the curses you tend to use, just a lot of specific words because English isn’t always properly descriptive…& there was always a sweet Italian old lady who made the best bolognese & arancini!

anyway, he dies & you’re obviously heartbroken. Skip to Jason finding you (he might be in costume or not) & revealing that he’s alive. He’s too tall, his eyes are too green, he’s too tired and sad-looking. Not that he’s not attractive, but—what if it’s not true? There’s clones, alternate dimensions, dreams…

Then he’s speaking your language. Just partly because you were never fluent. He’s slowly coaxing you into a hug. (Or maybe this is much less angsty & you went from suspicious to in love & ready for a sexy reunion in seconds, lol.)

anyway, have a great weekend!! ♥️ 👌🏽🇮🇹

I'M SORRY THIS IS LOW KEY FUNNY AS HELL BC I'M ITALIAN BUT I'VE SLOWLY LOST ALL MY HERITAGE LMAOOOO

Also I google translated everything bc despite my last name looking like an Italian masterpiece even I say it the English way.

He rotated through every nickname in the book. You were his "principessa", "Tesoro", "cara", "bella", "mia amata", "mostriciattola", etc (princess, sweetheart, dear, beautiful, my loves, and little monster). He called you every sweet name under the sun, all in the language he said "was more fit for your beauty. It sounds much better in Italian."

And one day he stopped calling you anything. One day you just stopped hearing his voice for what you thought would be forever. One day he's calling you "puttana" for stealing his food and then the next day he's dead, laying in a coffin six feet under. You put a red, green, and white rose by his grave because you think he would have found it funny. You don't go back.

You're not the same after, haven't even jokingly attempted to speak a lick of something other than English. You keep quiet, keep to yourself, and think about Jason's spiel about americanized food when you pass by a Dominos pizza.

This all changes, though, when you're walking home by yourself late at night. You have to pass through the bad part of town and maybe you should have been more careful, but it was too late for that now. There were two men and one had a gun; you stood nom chance of making it if you ran. You attempted to back up, just to put some space, but you backed into a trash can and it loudly knocked over. You assailants don’t seem to have appreciated that: one grabs your arm and the other levels the gun at your head. You're shaking and slightly crying, scared out of your mind.

That is until a tank of a man with a bright red helmet drops in. He takes out the man with the gun first and the other pulls a knife to put to your neck. The Red Hood freezes when he looks into your eyes. After the knife starts digging into your skin, he springs back into action. It all happens so fast, you're not even sure what really happened.

But the next thing you know, there's two unconscious bodies on the floor, and the Red Hood is kneeling before you, taking off his mask.

"Principessa?" (princess?)

"PUTTANA?" (BITCH????)

#I am the angst queen #saph’s love letters #jason todd #saph’s thots #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader fluff #Italian!jason

[eunsoyi]

heyyy could you do a scenario where kags is unknowingly neglcting his gf bc of vb! and she feels sad and stuff so she asks him if he still loves her ... angst to fluff >~

stay like this

frustrated was an understatement.

this was like an itch you can’t scratch, and it is bubbling inside of you whether you like it or not. you desperately tried to think things through like a normal person, but then again, you are a person. you’re not perfect, you never will be, and you are always prone to do dumb shit you’ll regret in the future.

you clenched your fists and tried to act normally. he’s going to come home in a few minutes, tired and body almost beat up. the last thing your boyfriend, kageyama tobio, wanted was another fight. 

as if on cue, he opened the front door and let out a low “i’m home.” as he took off his shoes and dropped his sports bag on the floor. you hummed in response, and you tried your hardest to focus on the show in front of you, but you absolutely couldn’t. the next thing he was going to do was to take a shower and call it a night, not even looking at you or acknowledging your presence or even making small talk.

and of course, your calculations were once again, correct.

you wanted to understand, hell, you do understand. you are aware that sports and training can make you feel so exhausted to the point of breaking.

but would it kill to be a little bit selfish?

these past few months, your routine has always been like this. tobio coming home in the wee hours of the night, you watching some goddamn old and boring tv show waiting for him. you would cook, but he wouldn’t even bother to eat whatever you put out to the table. he’d shower, go to bed, and leave the house so early in the morning.

you asked yourself why were you putting up with that kind of scenario anyway. you had your answer as quickly as you formulated that question: you love him, and you want to support him as much as you can.

but at the same time, you miss him. you miss him so badly that it’s making you go insane.

you’re now at the point of this relationship wherein you started to question everything he does. volleyball practice doesn’t take up almost twenty-four hours of your day, that would be impossible. was he doing something else other than volleyball? or rather, was he seeing someone else? was he cheating on you, that’s why he wasn’t bothered to even look at you? was he hiding something that you oh-so-desperately need to know?

“tobio.” you called out, finally catching up with him in the morning for the first time after a few months.

“y/n? why are you awake at this hour? go back to bed.” he answered, ready to leave and open the front door.

you wanted to. you want to leave him alone and do his own thing. but whatever’s happening is eating you alive. you fought the urge to do what your boyfriend said and remained standing in front of him.

“can we talk?”

“right now? look, i have to leave-“

“please?” you practically begged. tears were stinging in your eyes, and you tried your hardest not to let them fall. tobio’s figure relaxed when he saw you in that state, and his hand stopped gripping on the doorknob.

“alright. i’m listening.”

you sighed, there was no turning back now. somehow you knew that this can be a crucial moment for the two of you. one wrong step and he’s out of your life forever, and you don’t want that to happen in a million years.

“i just.. i..” you stammered, finding the right words to say.

you heard tobio sigh. “can’t this wait? i need to catch the morning train-“

“do you still love me?” you finally blurted out.

“what?” he asked, shock written all over his face. “of course i do.”

“i just.. really, really miss you tobio. i haven’t talked to you properly in months. you’re always coming home late and leaving early that i never really had the chance to ask you about your day or what’s bothering you, and that’s hurting me because i want to be as supportive as i can but how can i do that when we’re not even seeing each other in our own home-“

your words trailed off in tobio’s head. he felt so guilty, so bad that he didn’t realize you were feeling this way. volleyball was important to him, sure, it’s his source of income after all. but the way you were on the brink of shattering right in front of him, he was so tempted to leave everything behind and just stay with you.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he whispered, making you stop on your rambling. you didn’t even realize you were crying, and you roughly wiped your tears away.

“no, i’m sorry, tobio. you can go now.”

you ran towards your room and shut the door behind you. you buried your face on your pillow and attempted not to cry, but ultimately failed.

the bedroom door suddenly opened, and you were surprised to see your boyfriend standing in front of you.

“tobio? what the hell? you’re going to be late.” you said, wiping the remnants of your mini crying session away.

he didn’t say anything and instead climbed on the bed and laid down beside you. he hugged your waist and pulled you closer to him, his breath tickling your neck.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” he continued whispering.

you blushed and turned around to face him. “it’s fine. i’m sorry, too.”

he placed his forehead on yours and smiled. “let’s just stay like this for a while.”

“that sounds good.”

#kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama headcanons #kageyama scenarios #kageyama fluff #kageyama angst #kageyama x reader #kageyama hcs #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #hq #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq scenarios #hq hcs #hq fluff #hq angst

[fangirlandiknowit101]

12, 14 and 18☺️

Thanks for asking <333

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

There's lots to be honest, but something I still can't believe I haven't written is a horse riding au. Like, that's half a lie bc I have a few thousand words written for a Simon/Baz horse rider au that I might never finish, but I'd really like to write one for Naruto. But I always decide not to because I don't know all the words and I hate googling stuff while I write. But one day! Surely!

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Honestly? Kirk and Spock. They'd find a way to get us out of there. And if not, it would at least be cool to meet them.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

You really had to pick such a difficult question... I can never decide on any particular line/scene. So I opened up The sun within me and looked at the chapters and thought I'd pick something that could be interesting to comment on. And in this case, it's a bit about how Naruto, Sasuke, and Charasuke have changed and their different relationships with each other. So! Here's a bit of commentary for a scene in chapter 40 (under the cut bc it's fairly long lol):

[For clarification, this is right after Naruto and Sasuke come back home from Sasuke's mission where he fought Menma and Menma then disappeared. I'm skipping ahead to the part where they arrive at the orphanage and Charasuke is waiting in their room (Naruto's POV). My comments will be written in bold text.]

The clone’s memories dropped into his head like a puff of smoke, and he groaned out loud, making a face. Sasuke gave him a concerned look, but Naruto sighed and shook his head.

“Let’s go,” he said, feeling very reluctant as he grabbed Sasuke’s arm.

He supposed he could have teleported them somewhere else, but Charasuke had seemed prepared to wait until they returned. Maybe Sasuke could deal with him while Naruto sort of… drifted away and hid in the kitchen.

Naruto is acting very childishly in this scene, mostly because he's still wary of Charasuke, and also because he's just spent two days in Sasuke's company but pretending to be Menma, which means no cuddles/kisses or anything. He's kind of clingy, isn't he? Haha. And also, he doesn't really want to admit to himself that Menma disappearing for Charasuke is the parallel to his worst fear, that Sasuke will disappear.

“Where is he?” Charasuke demanded the second they arrived in the bedroom.

“Ah, Sasuke, maybe you can explain?” he suggested, inching towards the door, but Sasuke nailed him to the floor with a single glare.

“He could be anywhere,” Sasuke said, continuing to glare until he was sure that Naruto wouldn’t escape. “I didn’t manage to get a good look through the portal.”

“The portal?” Charasuke seemed to waver, arms wrapped around himself as he looked between them. “Tell me what happened.”

You can tell that Sasuke has really started to care about Charasuke here. He's not entirely open with him yet, but he recognizes a lot of himself in Charasuke and he puts himself in Menma's position, thinking about when he left the village and Naruto was left behind. He doesn't want Charasuke to hurt the way he knows Naruto was hurting back then.

While Sasuke described the mission, including what he called ‘Naruto’s dumb interference’, Naruto dug through his closet for the shirt he would make Sasuke wear. He was absolutely sure that Sasuke would argue about it – especially since he’d sent a clone to Akatsuki and not himself – but if he talked fast enough and relented that it would be enough if Sasuke slept in it for one night…

“He really is gone, then,” Charasuke said, his voice toneless. “I’ll never see him again.”

“I’m sure you’ll see him again,” Naruto said, contemplating the pros and cons of a t-shirt versus long sleeves. “Whoever grabbed him and hauled him off probably just wanted to keep him out of Sasuke’s reach. He gets awfully strong when he’s irritated.”

Naruto is definitely acting a bit heartless here, again, because he doesn't want to think about his own feelings or feel forced to recognize that Charasuke is a person Sasuke cares about, that he should also care about. I think he can get a bit closed off when there's too much going on in his own life, and that makes it hard to focus on other people, especially since he still wants to leave the other dimension and doesn't want to think about Sasuke caring about his family here - meaning Sasuke might want to stay.

When he turned back from the closet, he found Sasuke giving him a disappointed look.

“What?”

“You’re taking this lightly,” he said, glancing at the shirt in Naruto’s hand and apparently deciding to ignore it.

“Well, unless we figure out how to dimension-hop after him, I don’t think there’s a lot we can do.”

Now that he was back to being himself, all Naruto really wanted was to curl up in bed with Sasuke and not think about the outside world at all. Charasuke, on the other hand, seemed on the verge of tears.

“And what would you have done if I was the one who disappeared?” Sasuke asked, an icy note to the question.

“How would I know? It hasn’t happened yet.”

A bit of foreshadowing lol. Except Sasuke is the one left reacting when Naruto leaves, but Naruto really is trying to keep a tight grip in his emotions here and absolutely not think about the fact that Sasuke could have disappeared with Menma, and he wouldn't have known what happened to him.

“You could have let me follow after him and we’d know where he went.”

Naruto straightened up, face hardening.

“No, you might have known where he went, but the rest of us wouldn’t. Besides, he was trying to kill you. I went through too much trouble to keep you alive to just let you jump into some unknown enemy territory.”

As you can see, putting a lot of emphasis on Naruto's fear of losing Sasuke again.

Silent tears now streaming down his cheeks, Charasuke sat down on the bed and clenched his fists over his lap. It was obvious that he didn’t like what they were saying, but Naruto pushed his feelings of sympathy aside. Sasuke was his top priority, and that hadn’t changed simply because there was another one of him now.

“I told him I never want to see him again,” Charasuke sniffled, and it was really disturbing to watch someone with Sasuke’s face – well, a version of Sasuke, really – crying out in heartache.

Meanwhile poor Charasuke is having a background breakdown. To Naruto, it's hard to see a version of Sasuke like this. Charasuke is coming face to face with the realization that he's A: definitely not over Menma, B: he really handled things badly and never even stopped to think about why Menma was doing things.

“If he survives, you can apologize,” Naruto told him, trying to sound comforting. “Hell knows Sasuke said a lot worse stuff to me.”

To his great surprise, Sasuke went over to sit beside Charasuke, frowning as his hand twitched to reach out to him.

“This isn’t about you and me, Naruto,” he said, settling for an awkward hand on Charasuke’s shoulder. “And it could be our fault, anyway.”

“You know, Sasuke,” Naruto said as the initial shock wore off, “that sounds scarily like you’ve started caring about other people.”

Naruto and Sasuke having a small fight about Charasuke... Naruto knew Sasuke cared about Charasuke, but this is when he realizes that Charasuke is becoming a person that Sasuke wants to protect. And for Sasuke it's a small step towards opening his heart for more people than just Naruto. Sasuke is honestly mad at Naruto for taking things so lightly, for treating this other dimension as something that doesn't affect them. Besides, I really wanted Charasuke to be comforted by Sasuke haha.

Charasuke kept crying, and the look Sasuke directed at him clearly said what he thought of Naruto right then.

“Moron. I care about other people, just not anyone in our own dimension.”

Naruto knew that to be a lie, but decided not to say anything. Having Sasuke admitting to something like having feelings was a huge enough step on its own. Instead he sighed, grabbed something to sleep in, and headed for the door.

“I’ll just sleep on a couch,” he mumbled.

Does Sasuke care about anyone back in their own dimension? Maybe, but you wouldn't really see him act like this with canon Sakura, not before they left for the RTN dimension at least. It's a big thing that Sasuke is starting to voice his feelings out loud, and acknowledge them more. Naruto is feeling jealous actually, because he wanted to finally have Sasuke to himself, and also he feels guilty for being jealous, and also he's hoping that if he pouts enough Sasuke will comfort him instead of Charasuke lol. Not always the most mature person, but who is?

Coward, Kurama accused as he headed towards the living room, but Naruto was too tired to argue with him. Something about Charasuke always rubbed him wrong, and maybe it had to do with how he displayed his emotions openly and so obviously thought of himself as weak. If Sasuke wanted to handle it, fine. Naruto didn’t have the patience for people who sat around crying, and a small part of him didn’t like that he had such problems with caring about Menma, either. Menma had everything, a loving family, a Sasuke who cared about him, but he was still feared and treated differently. Even in this world people treated the bijuu as something dangerous, and he wondered how much of the whole story of them losing consciousness and turning into beasts was true, and how much was justification to treat them badly.

It's a bit of 'my problems are worse than yours so you shouldn't be so upset'. In the movie, we really got to see how much it hurt Naruto to see this other world where he had everything he wanted, and then acknowledge that it wasn't real. Even if he can recognize that the bijuu were still treated badly here, he can't quite make peace with the way Charasuke and Menma can't appreciate what they have. It makes it really hard for him to sympathize with them.

Am I supposed to feel touched? Kurama snorted as Naruto rearranged pillows into an acceptable bed on one couch. You didn’t care much for us either before you figured out the truth.

No, but everything was supposed to be the opposite here, right? Well, this part isn’t the opposite, it’s the same.

Between one heartbeat and the next, Naruto blinked his eyes open in front of Kurama’s open cage. There was water sloshing around his ankles, and everything was clouded in some sort of yellowish haze.

“Oh, come on,” he complained, but Kurama tsk’ed at him with his head supported by one giant paw.

“I hate to admit it, but you might be onto something, kid.”

“Uh-huh, well I don’t know about you but I want to sleep.”

Kurama reached out and poked him in the stomach with a sharp claw, eyes narrowing to slits. Even if they were friends, Naruto didn’t feel like testing the limits of that friendship with those claws so close to him.

“Sometimes you say things in such a stupid voice that I miss how important it might be. Now shut up and listen,” Kurama growled, three of his tails swishing angrily behind him. “This world is supposed to be opposite, right?”

“I don’t know, but everything seems opposite.”

“Let’s pretend we know it’s true. So, everything and everybody is the opposite more or less. But, the prejudice against the bijuu is still there. And we were told that it was only recently that they became unable to control. So, where does that leave us?”

Naruto pouted, not bothering to answer. Obviously Kurama already knew what he wanted to say.

“I think it means that anything that is the same, is something that somebody has tampered with.”

I was going to do more with this, but it was also a bit of 'what sort of theories would they have for what was really going on?' and this one is accurate in a way, because Hagoromo did tamper with the bijuu which in turn made them become feared and badly treated. So it's definitely hinting at there being someone behind the scenes manipulating the bijuu.

“Huh?”

Kurama rolled his eyes, sighing so deeply that Naruto felt the wind from it tear at his clothes.

“Think, boy! If this is a mirror-world or whatever, people shouldn’t be afraid of me and my siblings. But they are, and it only started a while ago. Obviously someone made us go crazy. And Menma has me inside him, but a crazy version of me, so wouldn’t it be logical that whoever did something to the me inside Menma, could also do something to Menma?”

He thought about it, hard enough that his head started hurting. Sasuke would probably know, but he was busy with Charasuke.

“I guess,” he said eventually, huffing a little. “But even if you’re right, it doesn’t help us figuring out who’s behind it all.”

“Does it matter?” Kurama scoffed, and then his lips spread in a terribly evil grin. “We’re going to kill them anyway, aren’t we?”

“This is why you have such a bad reputation,” Naruto sighed.

Kurama only laughed.

I really love Kurama... His and Naruto's weird friendship gives me life. His solutions to problems are always very straightforward heh.

Well, that's that :3

[cuddlecave]

is xiphoid

first: you *are* good

next: alright thingrey au

how bout an alternate 'the team finds out the shapeshifter is still alive, whoops!' but in an utterly disastrous way

it's been a while since antarctica! a long while, and gord and benr *meant* to tell the team about them ages ago, when benr became human shaped again, but there just never seemed to be a good time? and really, whats one more day, week, month...

anyway the team is utterly oblivious of benr, but being aware of gord, means that's they've noticed he's not been spending as much time with them! been spending, like, a lot of time at home, actually--or away from town. sometimes even avoiding them! they're worried, bc really, this is not the way to deal with trauma, gord! you don't pull away from your friends, you get help! just bc you can't see a therapist doesn't mean you shouldn't try to process it!

anyway, gords generally cagey about where he is, but on a rare team night where he had come to hang over...they very much on purpose get him drunk. now, drunk gord is still pretty fucking cagey (he loves his boyf and would never endanger him if possible), which is a shame, but tom is able to ask a question casually enough that gord doesn't think about it...and ends up telling them he goes out to the [insert desert area here] sometimes. when pressed on why he goes, he seems to realize he made a mistake, and bolts, cutting the night short.

now, credit to gord, him and benr don't go back to that particular desert area after that. but the team are damn smart, and figure that just bc he's not at that area anymore, doesn't mean he's not in *any* desert area anymore.

takes some trial and error--figuring out when gord seems to be out (he never answers his phone when he's out, his car is not at home), and then checking a desert area (didn't get anything but desert the first few times). but eventually...they find his car.

things paint...a worrying picture. there's camping/chilling gear in the car (chairs and a shitty tent, left from when gord tried camping several years ago and never bothered to remove from his car) but they're not set up and gords not there? the doors arent locked and the keys are in ignition? (gord doesn't want to drop his keys running from benr, he did that once and it sucked. also why he doesn't bring his phone! but he's out like 55 miles from the nearest town, who's gonna steal his car?) there's torn up foliage around, as if something big came through (benr may give gord a head start, but he still likes to be big enough to a) chase well, and b) nom gord after), and most worryingly--a set of human footprints in the sand, clearly running based on stride. and some strange larger footprint *next to them*.

their friend was ambushed by something big, and is going to get got. (this is not entirely untrue. not ambushed, but definitely going to get got, lol.) they set off quickly following the footprints.

meanwhile-gord and benr are having a *great* time! the exercise feels nice for both of them, it's a cloudy day so it's shady, they're gonna order pizza and play playstation after this--its gonna be a wonderful day. it already is!

gord, at this point, is beginning to tire out. benr is getting closer. he pushes himself a bit farther, to stretch out the chase just a touch longer, and makes a sharp turn around a rock formation, causing benr to briefly crash into it, giving him a few more steps. but he's tired, and well, benr has better stamina--and agility. benr bounds over the rock formation and uses it's height to gain just a bit of an extra boost, and tackle-hugs gord. they nearly crash into some sharp shrubs, but they're fine.

gord turns and looks up at benr and grins, and benr leans down to him, and gives him a long kiss. gord hums in contentment and relaxes. he's gonna get to doze, now, before driving. naptime, hell yeah.

benr picks him up to swallow him and he just remains basically limp, exhausted, letting benr manhandle him, gently maneuvering him into his jaws. he's swallowed with little fanfare, and happily settles in his tum, almost immediately starting to doze as benr starts to walk.

then he hears screaming, and benr sharply moves, and suddenly he's wide awake.

-

the team follow the tracks. it's a long walk, even moving at speed--gord must have really been booking it, which means hopefully he's still safe, got away some how. surely nothing would chase him for too long, when he was outrunning it this well. the trail goes on and on and on--its looking less like this thing gave up. and gords footsteps are shorter, he's not managing a hard run anymore. they're coming up on a rock formation--its still several hundred feet away. close enough to see a figure that can only be gord run from behind it, but far, far to far away to do anything about what happens next.

they see him turn sharply, and something big hits the rocks, clearly taken off guard. he makes it a few steps. and the team look on in absolute horror as what can only be the shapeshifter jumps off the top of the rocks, and tackles gord to the ground. they're partially obscured by the desert plants, but it's enough to see, even at this distance, the rippling body parts of the creature, pinning gord down.

the thing leans its head down toward gord, and they can't see what's happening with the plants and distance. and then.

it picks a completely unmoving gord up, and swallows him whole.

oh, god. it snapped his neck. it ate him. it's going to try to finish what it started in antarctica oh fuck does anyone have a flamethrower?!

a seeing it stand and start to leisurely walk in the direction they came from, they're finally broken from they're spell of silence and horror. somebody starts screaming angrily, and bubby has a lighter and big spray, making a makeshift flamethrower--and they run towards it in vengeance.

it notices them and sharply turns, booking it in the opposite direction.

(1/?)

continued under the read more!

(cont) oh fuck, thinks benr. this is not good. Not Good at all. gord frantically asks what's going on?! and goes cold when benr says 'ur friends saw us. and buby has fire.' the good thing is, benr is bigger and faster than humans. the bad thing is that he's been running all morning and now has over 200 pounds of boyf swaying in him, even if he's holding gord as tight as possible so he's not getting thrown everywhere. he's not gonna last long, and there's nowhere to hide. gord is furiously thinking. but he's also exhausted, and panicking. the thoughts in his brain are sticky like drying glue when he tries do something with them, and he can feel benr slowing. it's not by much, but his alien bf getting hurt *at all* is unacceptable, so. he decides to stop thinking and start doing. he tells benr to 'stop and let me out! as fast as you can!' and benr skids to a stop and turns half facing the approaching team, and splits his abdomen open and gord comes tumbling out into the light, getting immediately covered in dust and mud sticking to the saliva covering him. it's kinda gross, but at the moment it's not even registering, bc in those moments buby has nearly caught up. gord stands, pushes benr behind him, who let's himself be pushed purely out of surprise, and holds his hands out. 'its me! I'm fine it's ok it's me, please I can explain, just turn off the fire! it's ok!' but the thing is, as far as they're concerned...'you fucking imposter we saw gord die! get a better lie!' and buby is still running full tilt at them. gord has enough time to think, *aw fuck, this is gonna hurt*, before buby lights his makeshift flamethrower and gord is suddenly extremely hot, in pain, and knocked on his back. he can see the sky for a quick moment, before what can only be benr is standing over him, protecting him from further fire. a few limbs quickly use the dirt to put out the couple embers on his shirt (well, what's left of his shirt...) buby jerks back at the large being leaping in his direction, but it stops as it stands over the gord-imposter. which... is not moving. or writhing like the shapeshifter, or trying to split off from the damaged part. it's just...lying there. shallowly breathing as if in shock. buby gets a bit of a sinking feeling. - I got tired after writing this but basically benr tries to angle around enough to protect gord and also use teal green on him from another mouth. the team quickly figure out something is fucky, and that gord...might not be a Thing?? gord is in zero shape to have a real conversation--burns are serious business, and he basically passes out during teal-green. so why was the creature... protecting gord?? especially if it ate him?!?! there's an uneasy (extremely uneasy) truce, and benr carries gord back to the car, flamethrower pointed at them the whole way. they leave gords car and take them both back to toms place, in the car they drove in. it is supremely awkward. especially when gord wakes up for half a minute, kisses benr, and passes out again. not sure how it would go from there,, .... didn't mean to accidentally write a minific but here we are!! I really like the 'extreme misunderstanding vore' trope, lol.

ohhhh man this is like an angsty version of a regular not-a-game au idea i've thought up before o: thinking about what would happen next... the whole car ride home, benb was hitting gord with more healing (tho he gave the guys ample warning first about what he was doing so they wouldn't think he was attacking or something), and thanks to that, gord's burns are healed up to the point where he doesn't need hospitalization, just some burn cream and good rest to finish it off. (and a hair cut. benb is very sad that he couldn't repair gord's burned hair and beard. when gord's awake again he's just "Dude it'll grow back, don't worry." "i knooowwww but it still sucks. your hair was SO pretty. and you look like a sixteen-year-old without facial hair. kinda weird. babyfaceman." "WOW shut up."). when gord's awake and aware enough again, they all have a sit down and get an explanation from him and benb. benb goes on to basically give a summary of his whole backstory; explain what exactly he his and how he got to earth, and what he was trying to do both at the b'mesa base and that first norwegian base he first thawed out in. when he gets to the part about why he never wanted to hurt the sciteam, that does a pretty good job of warming them up to him. "the thing about that frzn guy is he was a total asshole. HUGE douche canoe. and i was like 'maaaan i don't wanna be this guy, he suuuuucks', but then i noticed that he'd hardly ever interacted with anybody else there. new guy on the base. nobody knew him, or knew what he was like. so i figured i could get away with acting like myself instead of him, and nobody would notice. i've never been able to just be me around other people, only when alone. i didn't really... know how it was gonna turn out. but you guys ended up liking me! you invited me to come hang out on breaks, and play video games, and watch movies, and talk about soda and photography and it was fun and nice and good! you were nice to my dog body, too. giving me a name and everything... you're all great cools. i got attached to you guys. like, super attached. didn't wanna hurt you, ever. 's the reason i never touched the sled dogs, too- i knew tommy would be sad if something happened to the dogs, and i didn't wanna make him sad." (bubs probably acts like he's not touched by that, but he is :B and also, like i've said in a post on my main, bubs feels some sympathy towards benb after hearing about his origins as an unethical science experiment. bubs wasn't grown in a lab in this au, but he was still subjected to some painful "knowledge tubes" experiments due to his contract with b'mesa. so he still knows that feel, bro. unwilling lab rat solidarity.) benb apologizes for everything in antarctica, and bubs apologizes for torching gord, but then the team asks what the fuck? happened in the desert?? and gord explains the "one-sided tag" game they do to help benb burn up energy, and that benb was just carrying gord to let him rest from the run on the way back to the car. ("Carrying you in his stomach, though?" "nah i don't put him where food goes. it's the uhhhh *lip smack* nap organ. custom made for sleeping in. bedry time.") (they also at one point explain "also we're dating" to which gord gets accused of being a monsterfucker ha ha. and then benb's like "ew no i'm ace" and harold goes on about how beautiful interracial young love is.)

#long post #bf tum is the warmest place to hide

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After moving into your own place, it seems life is finally going your way; the path to independence leading you to a quaint suburban town where even the grass seems to grow a little greener. Although a shocking encounter leads you to believe that perhaps appearances can be quite deceiving.

pairing: hybrid!jk x reader (first person)

genre: hybrid au, angst, fluff

word count: 1.5k

rating: PG-15

warnings: a scuffle ig (is that even considered a warning?), mention of blood, swearing

author’s note: preview of a fic i’ve been (slowly lmao) working on! also is 1.5k too long for a preview??? i’m a newbie and idk how this works. btw please don’t tell me it’s bad bc i might cry :(

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The snapping of the lock clicking back into place alleviated some of the soreness of my overworked muscles as I took another step inside. My head fell back to sneak a glance at the ceiling, hoping to peek past the old plaster and stare into the eyes of any higher being out there.

I quickly considered whether to thank them for this opportunity of a lifetime or to curse them out for my seemingly limitless workload, not that much of my work was of grave importance.

As my eyelids slid close in defeat, an exhausted sigh involuntarily slipped out into the silence. Kicking off my shoes into the pitiful pile by the doorway to join the rest of its brethren, I wandered deeper into my rather small abode in the darkness; only my padded footsteps and the zipper of my jacket being undone resounding throughout the house.

Living in a secluded area of my tiny town had its own perks for my antisocial self — one of which being an absurd amount of land for a relatively cheap price — but the appeal of living in a bustling city wasn’t lost on me. I was simply tired of having lived in a city my whole life and desired some change.

After having a couple weeks to settle in, I’d been convinced that moving out here, away from friends and family, had been a brilliant decision. Saving up for a couple years to be able to rent out a cozy cottage with a stunning forest as my backyard was turning out to be my haven.

Albeit, the bugs were certainly not a part of that bliss.

Hearing my stomach rumble with its complaints, I made the couple steps toward the kitchen’s light switch. But, an abrupt halt came with the memory of yesterday’s optimistic plan of embarking on a trip to the grocery store after a short work shift.

Evidently, I hadn’t predicted the gruelling day I would have nor the extra hours that would be requested of me. I found that I’d been frequenting the store quite often as of late, the demand of food increasing once another mouth to feed came into question.

Nearly two weeks prior, I’d found a companion crouching in the bramble on the outskirts of the woods. Assuming it was simply a curious mammal, I’d left some canned tuna out on the porch. When I went out to check the next morning, the tuna was gone.

Much to my amusement, the bowl disappeared as well.

That instance kickstarted the daily routine of offering food to the concealed animal — hoping to coax it out of its hiding place, getting rejected, then leaving the remnants on the porch. Without a plate.

In a reluctant fashion, I pulled my jacket back up to my shoulders, knowing that the fridge was just as empty as my stomach currently was. I pushed my aching limbs back towards the entrance, pondering over whether the grocery store was even open this late in the night.

However, I was forced to a grinding halt once again as I heard a booming thump from my backyard and my blood ran cold.

I waited with bated breath as my heart rate elevated, pounding in my ears. A minute of stillness passed before yet another sigh escaped my jittery body. Another disadvantage of a remote plot included being frightened by every snap of a twig.

As a scoff passed through my chapped lips at my own cowardly antics, I began to resume my trek to the front door when another thud reached my ears. The recognition of the sound coming from the backyard alerted me that this time may be different, with the presence of an actual threat.

Following a series of gut-wrenching cracking noises, hurried footsteps approaching the wooden porch in my backyard startled me to action.

Hastily, I dashed back to the kitchen to grab an unnecessarily large kitchen knife out of the drawer and flew to cover behind my minuscule island. A quick glimpse down towards my chest revealed my shaking hands. Well, this is certainly one way to spice up my night.

Listening to the intruder fumble with the lock for a little while before it was being smashed into, I knew I couldn’t just stay cowering behind my kitchen island, waiting for this murderer to come and end my night (and all my subsequent nights thereafter). The rage behind having to buy and reinstall a new lock also propelled my need for revenge.

I took in a deep breath and steeled myself as the footsteps wandered in, coming straight towards the kitchen. A loud growl reverberated throughout my house and befuddled me further. Was the intruder simply a feral animal? The lack of a problem with my lock dismissed that thought but I couldn’t shake the feeling of a predator having sneaked into my house.

The feeling of being stalked.

I rapidly shook off that irrational thought, doubtful the stranger even knew of another presence in the house. As the intruder turned the corner — coming straight towards my hiding spot — I reared back a little before launching myself with my dull knife leading the way.

A screech made its way out of my throat as the intruder’s reflexes were evidently a lot better than mine, catching my wrist before I could inflict any damage. But, I refused to give in just yet as I attempted to smash the hard edge of my palm straight into the stranger’s nose in order to buy myself some time to flee.

Unfortunately, for me, that attack never reached its target as the intruder caught my throat in his other hand much faster and used his larger frame to smash my body against the fridge.

The wind escaped me, though I kept squirming to try whip my knee straight to his crotch as a final ditch attempt. I lightly cursed as a glimpse informed me the intruder was a brawny man.

He noticed my struggle and easily flipped me around, one hand finding purchase in my hair, banging my head against the cool metal of the fridge and the other held both of my hands pinned to my back. The knife clattered to the ground in a dangerous arc.

In the middle of wondering how the hell he gathered my wrists and disabled me in a split second, I felt a heavy growl in the shell of my ear. A cold shiver slipped down my spine, adrenaline slowing leaving my body as we both puffed out breaths of exertion.

What the actual fu-

“No hurt, need bandage and go.”

His broken English came out with a slight accent and I found myself nodding instantaneously as I tried to work out what he needed. “Okay, okay,” I muttered as best as I could with half my face smushed, “I have bandages in the big drawer by the sink. You can take those.”

I only received a grunt in acknowledgement. He nudged me with his foot to shuffle backwards with his hand still wrapped around my wrists and led me to the sink. Half curious about his motives and half accepting that I could never overpower the stranger, I followed obediently. Though that didn’t stop me from deliberating over how to outsmart the man.

Deciding on waiting for an opening or a slack in the grip around my wrists, I nodded my head towards the drawer I was referring to earlier and finally peered up at my intruder’s shadowed face. He wore a black ball cap on, aiding in hiding his features which were mostly guarded by the lack of light anyway.

A glance at the lower half of his visage allowed me to witness his pale lips and the small mole directly underneath them, as well as a sharp jawline leading to his exposed neck. Inconspicuously bringing my gaze even lower, I took in his matching tattered black outfit, confirming his bulky build and scuffed sneakers.

Maybe I could run to the nearest police station — which admittedly, was rather far, and provide a detailed description of the criminal. Considering if I made it out alive, of course.

With his vacant hand he swiftly pulled the drawer open, taking handfuls of bandages, gloves, bandaids and other miscellaneous items I crammed in there. The stranger stuffed as much equipment as he could fit into the large pocket of his hooded sweatshirt.

I would have found his full little pouch endearing if I wasn’t preoccupied with worrying over my own well-being.

Another awkward wobble later, we were back at the fridge. At this point, I was gathering all the courage I had left to aim for a pressure point on the criminal’s thigh that I vaguely knew the location of. I should have paid more attention in those self-defence classes, damnit.

Just as I turned to act, he bent down to pick up the discarded knife off the floor, effectively deterring my attack and forcing me into submission. He then turned to me to flash a slight smirk.

“Cute.”

Releasing his death grip on my bound wrists, he sprinted back out my now broken back door, heading off.

After a couple minutes of stewing in my thoughts, back against the cool fridge, I  struggled to comprehend the brief interaction and the dark drops of crimson littered all over my white tiles.

I still have to go grocery shopping.

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[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Rundown Job

leverage 5.09

the HEART EYES in parker and eliot’s eyes as they watch hardison crack the code of the vault is my religion

- - - - -

Hardison: Kiss for luck?

Parker: Who needs luck?

confident baby

- - - - -

(Parker begins doing elaborate moves and turns to get through the lasers, quickly reaching the far wall)

Hardison: I never get tired of that

THE HANDSHAKE BETWEEN HARDISON AND ELIOT BC THEY LOVE THEIR BADASS GIRLFRIEND

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Parker (opens a case to reveal it is full of diamonds): Oh! Bup-bup.

(Eliot snaps at Parker to get her attention)

Hardison: Eight new schools. Okay, take care, sister Agnes. (hangs up)

(Parker closes the case and gives it to Eliot for mailing as Hardison dials the phone)

Hardison: Hey, Nate, we’re done in D.C. We’re flying back tomorrow. See you.

Parker: They’re so shiny. Couldn’t I have just kept one?

Hardison: Road to redemption, Parker. Just think how good it’s gonna feel when you get that Christmas card from those orphans. Hell, we may even get Eliot to smile.

parker deserves all the shiny things

“the road to redemption” THEY CHANGE TOGETHER

- - - - -

Riley: Why’d you quit, anyway? (pushes button again)

Eliot: Started running with some different people...

(Riley pushes button again but it doesn’t seem to be working)

Eliot: Like a hacker...

(Hardison enters room and nods. Riley pulls a gun from his drawer and shoots toward Eliot, but the gun is empty)

Eliot: And a thief.

(Parker taps on Riley’s head. He turns. She is holding the clip and a bullet from his gun)

Parker: Click. (tosses clip and bullet on table)

eliot “I started running with some different people” spencer loves his partners and I adore that with my whole (whole) heart

- - - - -

Eliot: Good night.

(Parker stuns Riley, who slumps on the desk)

I’m glad they’re enabling her tasering obsession

- - - - -

Eliot (checks his watch): I’m gonna keep her alive. You guys find a way to get her out of here.

Hardison: With what? I…

Eliot (walks away): You stole a Michelangelo with tinfoil and chewing gum. Figure it out!

eliot is like bitch please you’re smarter than this

- - - - -

the way the three of them back up to each other, covering their backs ,,,

- - - - -

Hardison: This is a violation of my constitutional rights.

Vance: You’re Alec Hardison. You cracked the Pentagon servers when you were 12. N.S.A. has a file on you a mile long.

Hardison: Do they? What do they say about me? I hope they gave me a cool nickname.

Vance: Parker here... No file on you, which is...

(Parker appears to be sleeping)

Vance: Is she asleep?

Eliot: She bores easy. What do you got on us?

hardison probably does have a cool nickname

also I LOVE how they still have no clue about parker

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eliot being like “she bored easy” 🤷🏼‍♀️ the MARRIEDNESS

- - - - -

Hardison: Y-you’re talking about stopping a terrorist attack in an afternoon. We’d need all your intel.

Vance: That truck back at the crime scene... It’s an N.S.A. Mobile response intelligence unit–

Hardison: With the Schneier cryptography system and the j-dam satellite uplink? That... I know nothing about, ‘cause that would be treason and wrong. (to Vance) Are you for real

hardison: I wouldn’t know anything about that because that wouLd Be TrEaSoN

- - - - -

Vance: So, you grab the truck... (moves to sit by Eliot) Hell... Your girlfriend’s already out of her cuffs.

(Parker sits up holding the handcuffs and tosses them to Vance)

...they didn’t deny that parker was eliot’s girlfriend. they didn’t bother to correct him because it is, in fact, true that she is both their girlfriends. in this essay I will-

- - - - -

Agent: No, I can’t let you in the truck.

Hardison: A gigabyte gone... your job, gone.

Agent: Security clearances.

Hardison: You’re not gonna let who...

Eliot: What are we, terrorists? Okay, that was my plan was to come here, show you a real badge that I somehow got, and then bring somebody crazy to break into a secure vehicle? We’re gonna move this down the block. He’s gonna spend about an hour doing spot-checks on databases. I showed you my badge. Man, here, take my badge. (tosses it to Agent) Call it in. I got to deal with this guy

it’s funny because it’s true

- - - - -

Hardison: It’s got every database... N.S.A., CIA, FBI. It’s got hard backdoors into most commercial systems, live feeds into every security camera on the grid. Man, if this wasn’t such a gross violation of our civil liberties, I would be in love right now.

they never stop calling out the government and I’m Here For It™

- - - - -

Parker: Where do we start?

Eliot: We start with getting you two on a plane out of here. You didn’t sign up for this. Trust me.

Hardison: And you? You’re going to handle this by yourself? Come on, she’s a lady, man. She needs the right touch. What you gonna do with your big punching hands... Punch the screens? No.

Parker: We agreed we all change. Better or worse, we change together.

Eliot (after a moment): What do they got on the gunman?

ELIOT JUST WANTS HIS PARTNERS SAFE

also,,, for better or worse, we change together??? BITCH THOSE ARE WEDDING VOWS

- - - - -

Parker: Do you know why you bring a cooler full of ice to a robbery? No? I do. Everything we need to know is in that basement. I’ll drive.

Hardison: Hold on.

Eliot: Exactly.

Hardison: No, hold on. (holds on to table)

Eliot: Oh, you... oh, hell, man (sits down in chair across from Hardison. the van horn honks twice and eliot looks around, fumbling) No seat belts up in this thing- (looks at Hardison) d-do you got a seat belt?

Hardison: No, uh-uh, hold the wall (holds the wall)

eliot and hardison being exhausted boyfriends at parker’s reckless driving, I love this song

- - - - -

Parker: How do you lose track of a whole laboratory?

Eliot: There’s over 200 tons of uranium missing from the United States nuclear storage.

Hardison: The air force lost a hydrogen bomb off the coast of Georgia.

Eliot: Countries are big things, Parker. A lot of secrets slip through the cracks.

wow I love knowing these things and having to live with it

- - - - -

Hardison: The Spanish flu killed 50 million people during World War I, and now somebody’s got it. (opens door)

Parker: Look, we can do this. Just treat it like any another job.

Hardison: This isn’t just any other job.

Eliot: All right, all right. Stay focused.

Hardison: I focused! That bug in there killed 50 million people! 50! And that was when the population was lower.

Parker: Now?

Hardison: Now? 150 million people. 150 million dead. Hey, we’re thieves, man, and we’re good at what we do, but this is way, way out of our league. And you expect us to go catch some psycho with a city killer? A country killer?

Eliot: You scared?

Hardison: You’re damn right.

(Hardison turns to enter the truck but Eliot grabs his wrist, holding him back)

Eliot: I’m not. I got the best thief And the smartest guy I know chasing this guy.

(Hardison looks at Parker, but Eliot grabs his head and pulls him back)

Eliot: Hey, listen to me. You’re smartest man I’ve ever known, Hardison. I need that brain to get me to him. ‘Cause you know if I lay my hands on him, it’s done. Get me to him. (lets Hardison go)

tHe WaY hE gRaBs HaRdiSoN’S fACE

eliot knows hardison is spiraling but he also knows how to get him out of it because he knows hardison like the back of his hand and knows how to get through to him

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

- - - - -

there are so many good ot3 shots in this episode it brings me so much joy

- - - - -

parker climbs hardison like a T R E E to turn off that detonator as eliot provides counterbalance

- - - - -

Eliot: Did it work?

Hardison: I... I don’t know. I’m trying to get the phone speaker.

Vance (on phone): Move, move, move! Get to cover! Pull everyone back to the perimeter!

Eliot: Ohh! My boy! (hugs Hardison) That is what I’m talking about!

tHe HuG, yOuR hOnOR

- - - - -

they really be playing grand theft auto in this one

- - - - -

(Udall fires toward the trio and they dive for cover. Eliot and Parker look at each other and nod. Parker looks at Hardison)

Parker: For luck.

(Parker kisses Hardison, then she and Eliot nod at each other. Parker grabs the briefcase and runs off the train while Eliot runs toward Udall. Hardison goes after Parker, and Udall shoots Eliot in the leg. Eliot reaches Udall and punches him, knocking him out. Hardison continues after Parker, who stops and opens the briefcase)

F O R L U C K

also high key the look parker and eliot share? it had the same vibes as “we do the things that they can’t, won’t”

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parker high key kissing hardison “for luck” but also kissing him because eliot can’t

- - - - -

Hardison: Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do... that’ll do it. (he pulls her into his arms) Don’t do that to me. I can’t lose you. Do you understand? I can’t lose you. Don’t scare me like that.

Parker: Yeah.

Hardison: I can’t

he loves her so, so much

- - - - -

Vance: Promise you’ll at least consider working with us again.

Eliot: I work with them now.

Vance: Honor among thieves?

Eliot: Something like that. (walks away)

something like that,,, HE LOVES THEM, YOUR HONOR

- - - - -

Vance: World can always use some more good guys.

Parker: Yeah, well, too bad we’re the bad guys

smh, “sometimes the bad guys are the best good guys”

- - - - -

Parker: You’re shot. You should go to the hospital.

Eliot: I don’t do hospitals. (drops crutch)

Hardison: I told you. He takes getting shot very lightly

he drops his crutch to lean on parker and hardison THIS IS NOT A DRILL

- - - - -

after watching this episode, I agree with y’all wholeheartedly that this was an ot3 GOLDMINE

edit: also, notice how much is written in pink (the colorcode for ot3 notes and meta). like, more than half of it. because LITERALLY ALL OF THIS IS OT3 MATERIAL

#leverage #leverage 5.09 #leverage 5x09 #The Rundown Job #notable moments #mine #leverage season 5 #season 5

[bunnis-babes]

Can you give us karasuno mafia au Hc's pleaaaase

Karasuno as a Mafia

Okay, this was just kind of sitting here for a while, mainly because I didn’t see it until now? Idk man, but I know I can write this shit and I should’ve had it out like fifty years ago bc I know exactly what this AU is like to me. So I hope its enjoyable!

Brief Karasuno History: Karasuno, once one of the most powerful households in the prefecture, fell after the passing of the then Godfather. Eventually causing strong members to leave and join more… profitable organizations. It went through several different heads, before the position was just dropped on Ittetsu Takeda. It was on the brink of totally collapsing when Sawamura — alongside his close comrades Sugawara and Asahi — joined. He quickly became one of the best men Karasuno had seen in years, and he was determined to make Karasuno the Powerhouse it once was, again. To do that they had to find members, but they couldn’t just ask high ranking men to join, they’d be laughed at or smothered out. So with some sweet convincing from Suga, Takeda okayed taking in scrappy kids off the streets was the best idea - they had nothing to loose, especially not when they were offered a place to stay and food just for some work they’d already been doing. Thus began the rise of the Powerhouse. Karasuno.

Specialties: Karasuno is more of a Jack of all trades, but they do specialize in paid services, such as: Selling/Making of drugs, Buying/Selling of guns, Assassinations, and Bodygaurding.

Takeda: The current Godfather of Karasuno. He has no clue what he’s doing, this whole operation just handed to him out of nowhere because the former leader had given up on this rough group of kids. He was always just a lowly underling who hardly even did any dirty work - and yet this position was placed upon his shoulders, and damnit if he wasn’t gonna do his best. So luck must’ve smiled upon him, when three scrappy boys stumbled into his house holding the same fire and passion to save this place that he did. He even gets one of the former Godfather’s grandson to help him out - as he can’t help these kids in anyway when he hardly knows what’s happening.

Ukai: He didn’t want this. He was trying to avoid this lifestyle, but something about Takeda’s persistence really made him crack. So, this poor man, agrees to join on as Takeda’s right hand - though he winds up doing way more work than him anyway. He has far more experience, coming from a family filled with high ranking members, so he learned from the best. While Takeda handles more of the mild planning and business, he’s hands on with the boys and teaching them everything they know, as well as setting some things up behind the scenes.

Daichi: He’s pretty much the big guy that everyone answers to before going to Ukai or Takeda. Before Karasuno he specialized in the making and selling of drugs alongside Suga, as well as the occasional underground fight for just a bit more money. It was initially to help his family get by, as his mother couldn’t support three children on her own. He came to Karasuno when business was low, and he knew he would need a few extra hands, but had been denied by ever other group. When he joins he become the go to guy to do whatever dirty job he’s needed - and he isn’t afraid to get dirty. Also, he becomes the honorary dad of the house (even in the mafia he is still Dadchi).

Sugawara: He’s more or less of the hitman/nurse of the group. He knows how to make all kinds of medicine - legal and illegal - as well as how to patch up all different kinds of injuries. (He had to with the fights Daichi was going through.) He’s incredibly skilled with a gun, he just hasn’t really used one all that much so he’s sloppy at time. Damn if he isn’t brutal. By far Sugawara is the most brutal killer at Karasuno, especially if his target has wronged him or his house in anyway. He sees everyone at Karasuno as family, and you don’t just mess with Suga’s family and live.

Asahi: He is the muscle. Those fists alone do some serious damage - he does a lot of the disposing and intimidating. He’s an amazing fighter too, knows how to move just right from all those years fighting illegally on the streets just to survive and get by. He fought Daichi a few times when he still participated in underground fight clubs, and kind of became friends with him - as well as Noya who thought so highly of him(we’ll get into that soon). Now if only he didn’t freeze up in super high stakes mission. It still rings true that he’s a gentle giant, and he doesn’t like hurting people unless he absolutely has to, so he gets nervous easily. He earned himself a reputation that’s to be feared, and also to be challenged.

Nishinoya & Tanaka: These two little shits are a tag team that grew up side by side. Both their families were poor so they lived in the slums, and the two boys grew up around violence and had to learn to fight from a young age to stay alive. While Tanaka only learned to fight solely to survive, Noya learned not just to survive but because his father was part of a rather large house and valued having his son know how to fight. They trained themselves to fight side by side, and became a scary double threat. Noya and him fought in the same ring Daichi and Asahi did, and Noya made rather good friends with Asahi, even learning some moves from just watching him - he was pissed when he left the fight club. Thats how Daichi knew about the two, and he approached them - of course they joined and became a kind of wild card in house - a rather dangerous tag team that can pretty easily get out of any situation they’re stuck in. Plus, Tanaka is really fucking good at intimidation.

Tsukkishima: He’s a jack of all trades who was raised by a small gang with Yamaguchi. He left the gang when he found himself bored with it, Yamaguchi following him with his tail between his legs. Joined Karasuno on a whim after witnessing one of their fights and deciding ‘why the hell not?’ He is, like previously stated, a Jake of all trades. He’s smart, fast, strong, and sneaky. His performance, however depends on how many shits he’s giving that day… Which is typically zero. Not to say when he doesn’t care he’s bad, he just doesn’t do his best because he doesn’t see the point in trying all that hard. Also, he despises Kageyama and Hinata - not only are they annoying, but they’re stupidly talented on accident (well in one case) and that pisses him off.

Yamaguchi: This poor boy is so nervous like all the time. He follows Tsukkishima around like a kicked puppy because he’s the only person this poor boy can truly trust. (Some really bad shit went down in his life, he needs a hug). Yam’s, though nervous, has pretty amazing aim with a gun he’s just so shaky that he can be off. He would be a fantastic sniper for the group, and Ukai pushes his training hard because he knows he can do it, he just has to be a little bit more confident. That’s easier said than done with Yamaguchi.

Kageyama: He used to work under the Seijoh house, but was cast out for being too difficult to work with (plus the new leader hated him *cough*Oikawa*cough*). He wasn’t exactly too keen on working with any other houses, but he ran into Daichi who made Karasuno seem so enticing that couldn’t resist it. Only when he got there, he found one of the kids he fought and beat while working under Seijoh was there. The little squirt whom he hated so much after he dared to challenge him with a face beaten to a bloody bruised mess. He was supposed to work alongside this guy. Bullshit. Once they get over their initial dumbassery and fighting, they’re probably the scariest tag team in Karasuno. Fast and unpredictable, building off each others intense energy to beat the ever living fuck out of whoever they’re against. Kageyama alone is scary too, he’s calculating and strong and fast - he knows his enemy better than they do sometimes. He’s also scarily calm even after he’s killed an army of grunts.

Hinata: He’s new to the whole thing, well kind of. He grew up watching all this go down from outside his window, trying his best to keep his mom and sister safe from all this horrifying carnage as best her can with his small untrained body. His first real experience with the whole mafia world was when he and a few of his friends were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had a run in with Seijoh. He and his friends were nearly beaten to death, but were kindly spared as a warning. Still he found the strength to stand and promise to their leader that he would beat his ass right back when he finally faced off with him again. So imagine his surprise when at his first official house, he realized he would have to work with the guy who he both challenged and was nearly killed by. He’s a rookie for sure, everything he does is clumsy and sloppy and needs work, but he’s fast. He works on instinct that gets him in and out of trouble. He’s a real risk factor, but he’s also one of their strongest contenders.

Kiyoko & Yachi: They were both children of businessmen who tended to deal with less than favorable people. Kiyoko joined first after gaining permission to do so from her parents, and became the first person to work for intel at Karasuno. Yachi joined shortly after Hinata and Kageyama, only doing so after Kiyoko expressed her affections for the household and how she could really use the extra help. Their job is purely to gather information on other houses, clients, and potential job opportunities. They help everything flow smoothly between the heads of the house and the boys who do all the work.

A/N: This is less of a head cannon thing and more of my messy ramblings on something that I got too passionate about. I really hope that this was like… okay? It’s really really messy, but this is kinda what I imagined this would be like. I hope that like… you liked this, and that all their things made sense. Idk man I’m tired. (Also, hope you don’t mind I excluded the other boys ;-; I was getting sleepy)

#haikyuu #mafia au #karasuno #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukkishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #asahi azumane #asahi #daichi #suga #kageyama #hinata #tanaka #nishinoya #noya #tsukkishima #tsukki #yamaguchi #kiyoko #yachi hitoka #yachi #ukai keishin #ukai #takeda #takeda ittetsu

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cass won't share her cheese nibs and bruce doesn't love me and i think?? that i deserve better??? than this???? i'm moving to alaska where NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO

the sequel to that one trix yogurt fic

I feel like I should tell you that I am MASSIVELY fucked up right now 

 like i am such a garbage heap that oscar the grouch took a look at me and said 

 “fuckk off!! i have standards!” 

anyways

it’s Brimothy, bitch

what is UP mothertrucksrs it is Me i am back here to write a report on the UNBELIEVABLE SHIT I JUST HANDLED.

okay so u know how Gotham city is on crack cocaine all the time. with like some LSD and heroin and never ever any weed except for like who is that pig guy?? nevrm he doesn’t have weeeed but like he is definitely a Pig. what the fuck is his name. what the fuck.

 okay so anyways 

 is it Goyle

 Doyle

 Pigoyle 

 tin foil? lmao

OKAY FUCK anyways the City, who Also May Be My Lover, is in a constant life crisis (which i relate? a Lot) and do you want to know this s h i t

Crocodile

Killer Croc

who Steve Irwin would be v disappointed in

Is climbing

into people’s FUCKING TOILETS

???????????????

THIS ISN’T FLORIDA

THIS IS NEW JERSEY

WE WEAR SHOES IN THE WINTER

WHAT SORT OF FLIP-FLOP WEARING CUCKER DOES HE THINK HE IS

okay so obviously KC is a big guy. a Dude. a whack-o whaler of a Male. a Big Boh. the largest banananana in the pack. he is Big. so he cAn’t fit into most people’s toilets. he can, however, fit into Big People’s toilets (big as in wealthy, not As in Tom Hanks)

so KC (crispy,,,nuggest…i wonder if fried alligator is good—not that im thinking of eating him, though someone really should threaten him with cannibalism, like if you’re going to be a bitch about it then you deserve the same done to you, it’s just manners) is in cahoots and canoodles with Someone Who Shall Not Be Named (not bc i don’t know, I do, that’s how detectives work. it’s my JOB to know, and i was a prodigy) but bc there is a whole other report detailing this person and their movements and its case file #4461 if u don’t believe me, but i ain’t no snitch, but i will say that tonight’s events connect to file #4461 so Dad if you’re reading this you should already have it out bc it’s your JOB

speaking of jobs ding ding here is mine coming round the mountain as she comes bc the apple bottom jeans the boots with the fur will be coming round the mountain when she comes shE’ll be coming round the mountain she’ll be coming round the mountain she’ll b e coming round and getting low low low low low l ow low

It was a crisp October night. The sun was blinking its sleepy lids, setting the ballroom with an incandescent glow. Bruce Wayne strode across the floor, his daughter Cassandra accompanying him. They wore matching expressions that the privileged always wear: guarded, yet hungry. Hungry for what? Probably for the crab cakes just out of reach. Neither of them had an allergy, and Cassandra in particular had a propensity to shove anything edible in her mouth, so it really was a tragedy that those crab cakes were all the way across the room. There should really be a table right in the middle of the dance floor just for snacks. That way caterers wouldn’t have to do so much leg work, which is actually a good thing, because that ballroom floor is slippery af. This narrator should know, he has Died A Few Times getting there. Suddenly, the night’s festivities were interrupted by a social faux pas: a scream.

You don’t just scream at regular parties, it’s uncouth and hysterical. But you can scream if the social boundaries have already been crossed, and boy, were they crossed.

You see, Dear Reader, there was a man in the toilet.

I use the term “man” loosely, as his glaring yellow eyes do wonders when you might just crap your pantaloons. You start imagining things, like dinosaurs whcih i am personally a big fan of bc Jurassic Park has a kid named Tim in it and I am also Tim.

 hI y is our toilet so big that Killer Croc could wiggle his way up? also how long can he hold his breath. 

 it seems to be impressively long

 hey Bdad how long can he hold his breath? please let me know if you can, and if you won’t i will eat all your wafers becauzs i wa

Mrs. Trenton screamed and fled the impertinent bathroom guest, who wasted no time in ripping the commode to pieces. There was a roar and all the guests paused, unsure if it was merely pipe problems or if they were under attack.

Reader: They were, in fact, under attack. 

The guests, deciding that Mrs. Trenton was a social entrepreneur, followed her lead and began to scream. Killer Croc had made it to ballroom, standing at an impressive height just outside the doors.

He was Not wearing a shirt.

okay have u ever noticed that Killer Crog hasn’t got any nipples????? where are they? he’s got pecs but no nipples?? 

where did they go where are his nip nops i kno people don’t like to think about this but i hAve wondered since i was like 13 like where did they go. has anyone ever asked him. 

did they fall off

“Take the crab cakes!” shouted Matthew Fielder, a lil bitch.

“No, take me!” said Cassandra Wayne, who would literally rather die than give up those crab cakes.

Killer Croc paid them no heed. He desired one thing and one thing only, the sweet satisfaction for his carnal craving: Humain Flesh.

(alliteration hell yeah hell yeah take that Mrs. Johnson i do know shit and im creative as well u jusy don’t know how my brian works it’s like a golden goose egg trap ye ye ye)

 i just Realized 

 i am…a high school drop out

 i don’t know why im doing this

Dear Reader, as an Aside: Smoking can lead to many health issues, especially if one begins smoking at a young age. Harmful side effects include increased risk of stroke and brain damage; muscular degeneration, eye cataracts; cancer of lips, nose, tongue, and mouth, and nipple loss.

 Jason you may want to have a talk with you and your mipples

The terror in the air was stifling. Cannibalism conduct was not something conveyed in etiquette classes. Rich people never expect to be eaten.

Reader, everyone hardly breathed. Something deeply primal had occurred. 

From the doorway the golden eyes struck. Deadly. Lethal. Hungry. 

This was more than vengeance. It was a sadistic occasion of play.

  okay good thing Dames wasn’t there because he fucking HATES KC he gets all huffy and shrieky about him like “he’s a HYGIENE PROBLEM” and it’s like,,,,,.ur right but i don’t want to agree with you because where do we stand if i do that?? as brothers???

 i think the fuck not 

anyways i just realized i’ve been calling Waylon Jones KC the entire damn time (NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE) but to be fucking h, he wants to to be called that. i called him Allen once and he was so PISSED so i can only think of actually calling him by his name. he wouldn’t even be chill with me naming the sewer alligators even tho they were awesome names. i called one Dundee. that’s fucking genius. that’s just. i’m fucking amazing. stupenous. and unappreciated.

 maybe his nipples fell off because he swims in shit every night?????

 question: why do i swim in shit almost as often 

 what the dfck

 what are my life choices

 i feel like there should have been some fine print involved here 

 “Robin duties include scraping shit off your asschreks 3 times a week”

 mahbe,,,,maybe not what i want 

 personal choice

though i haven’t really seen any alligators in the sewers for years now, which is

oh my god OH MY GOD HE ATE THEM  HE ATE THEM OH MY GOD  OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!!!

HE FUCKING  HE FUCKING. HE. HE ATE HIMSELF  HE FUCNING ATE HIMAELF AND HIS FAMILY HIS COUSINS HIS CPOUSINS  HIS FAMILY OH MY GOD  THIS IS LIKE MY 8TH GRADE GRADUATION ALL OVER AGAIN

im so disturbed……..i like, need to eat something. Fucking hell. this Not what i had in mind when i decided to be alive.

i feel like as if i woke up one day and i was the only one in the entire world who remembered Caillou. also could pull off my face and eat it like taffy. imw so. i.

mom i know i refused to go to Shabbat when i was ten so i don’t get to say this but:

this is Not kosher 

oh heyy i want some pIckes

i was also thinking of takin a spin class?? like fuck it i like to bike. fuck it. and maybe iwdont want bruce and nigtwink fucking watxhing me with their beady eyes. like get those off my calves. my cleavage is up here, gentlemen. stop talking about proper form. some people can do things and suck at them. i’m never going to be like a professional ice curler. and i shouldn’t feel bad about that. who the fuck curls for fun. maybe Canada???????

note to self: look up the history of the sport of curling 

i’m going to get good at it to piss off Jason

Back On Topic:

Killer Croc took a step forward. His mouth trembled, watering in anticipation. He took another step.

Mrs. Trenton drew in a breath. 

The room was silent. 

Far across the room, Bruce Wayne clenched his champagne glass. Cassandra Wayne stopped chewing the crab cakes.  Reader, I won’t mince words: Waylon Jones crossed the threshold.

  and the instant he put his foot down on the ballroom floor he fucking slipped like a drunkass toddler

like when Damian is really really tired bc he’s like 2 years old (only an evil 2 years old like chucky) and Jason tries to give him a high five 

gremlin still doesn’t get that “down low” precedes “too slow” 

and he like. faceplants

onto the fucking concrete 

and then Bruce yells at Jason 

and then Jason yells back

“I NEVER ASKED FOR SIBLINGS”

like it was something we all did, like wrote it down on our batmas lists for Brucie Claus 

and im sitting there, a perennial Forgotten Middle Child

and Damian is like still. on the ground.

anyways KC is just slipping across the ballroom, slippering and sliding bc the floor was just waxed and it’s silent except for the wet slaps of his feet against the floor and the screech his tail makes every time he trips (sort of like this) and when he sometimes falls it makes that sound of when your thighs SLAP against the mats and it sounds like a wet walrus coming to cheer you on while a Giant simultaneously swallows a liquid-filled gummy worm down his throat like QAWAGGHHHHHHH only his falls reverberated against the ceiling panels and the cherubs looked down in like. disgust.

Cass began chewing the crab cakes again by the time Killer Croc fell for the twelfth time so idk it was an embarrassing situation

 we all did that Thing people do when a social barrier is breached 

 we like…..avoided each other’s eyes and made light conversation 

 meanwhile Killer Croc’s body screeched in the background

anyways Matthew Fielder was like “so I hear you dance ballet” and Cass responded “uh huh. tap too” and the chewed up crab cake crumbs fell out of her mouth and onto the floor

 i CAN’T

scrambled cock on a cracker, Cass why does Alfred let this happen????? what is this??????  like she can snort creme puffs like cocaine but GOD FORBID i put my elbows on the table and call damian “a poisonous little bitch” because he ate my croutons

 the standards in this family are unbelievable

So everyone is just talking and Mrs. Trenton is sipping champagne now and Luis Alvarez is doing that thing where he starts trying to eat caviar one teeny tiny egg at a time and KC is just like WHUMPH for the thirtieth time

finally dad takes pity on him and crouches down and is like “hey how you doing slugger” which???? Offended me. Very Much.

that’s MY nickname 

has Waylon No-Nipples Jones been adopted by Bruce Wayne??? has Waylon No-Nipples Jones retrieved HIS sorry ass from time?? i don’t fucking think so 

the audacity of this man

but before Killer Croc can reply

Red Hood

BURSTS INTO THE ROOM

guns out, voice modulator kind of fuzzy like a broke refrigerator that makes an “eeeeeeeeeee” sound ever since i tripped over it and fell on it

 which wASN’T MY FAULT 

 IM NOT “deformed baby zebra clumsy” FUCK YOU JASON 

 MAYBE HE SHOULDN’T KEEP HIS EXPENSIVE HELMET ON THE FLOOR THEN 

 you know what? I’m GLAD i tripped over it.

 yeah. suck it. 

 im glad you sound like a 90s japanese transistor radio 

 off brand too

 fuck you 

 I GOT A BRUISE NOT THAT ANYONE CARES 

 even Bruce was like “hey tim you need to watch where you’re going”

 ???

 how about YOU watch where YOU’RE GOING 

 “where” as in TIME TRAVEL 

 REMEMBER THAT BRUCE 

 REMEMBER THAT?!???????

 HUH BIG GUY?!???????!!???

 no one is allowed to criticize me from now on

 i am Above Reproach 

    anyways yeah Red Hood appears at the party and shoots KC and Bruce was like “why the FUCK would you SHOOT HIM” as if he has some misplaced paternal feeling for Waylon No-Nipples Jones because he called him slugger which is something he calls one of his other kids but whatever im not bitter im just insecure and sad all the time but don’t worry about it maybe i’ll die one day and you’ll all be sorry especially about Certain Things like not sharing cheese nibs huh Cassandra

so RH and Bruce Wayne kind of argue. like. literally sniping at each other bc SOMEBODY forgot that Red Hood is a criminal and not their misplaced son and RH is like “it’s!!!!! a tranquilizer!!!!! ya big hoe!!!!!” only he doesn’t really say it like that but everyone isn’t even listening at this point because this party has already been so goddamn weird and we’re all suffering from secondhand embarrassment

i am Assuming,,,,,that Killer Croc Jones “Jonsie No-Nipples” has been taken away to be put into jail and studied for his non-nipple properties but at this point i’ve been sitting here huffing that cold medicine or whatever Bruce gave me. which

 oh yeah i was crushed earlier 

 it was by “slugger” but whatever

 yeah his body broke mine 

 it was because Bruce and Jason were fighting again and not paying attention so 

 KC was tranquillized and like 

 fell on me 

 he drooled on me too 

 those ballroom floors really hurt 

 like my head feels like mush 

 Alfred’s oatmeal 

 on its second day 

 because i refused to eat it on the first day 

 that man has a spine of Steel and he Does Not Let You Waste Food 

 btw he fell on me because i pushed Luis Alvarez out of the way 

 he was really transfixed by those tiny fish eggs 

 it’s fun to put them on your tongue and let them like slide around 

 so i pushed him out of the way and was promptly crushed to death 

 B said something about a broken collarbone 

 i am more worried about a broken butt 

 fuck

 my coccyx

PROFESSOR PYM wait no shit that’s a comic book character

anyways my butt is broken and im hungry and dad wouldn’t let me get out of the chair so i write up this report because I am A Real Life Detective and I do my JOB

once again im the best

hey red jood can you get me some cheese nibs cassandrA won’t share which is p mean especially since i was all for being eaten to give her those crab cakes  red hoof red  why isn’t he responding to me i want xheese nibs red hanz  red  red  Red Hood please I require sustenance  red fhau red gjji red hhood ted joood redb hood red red edds red red edd dedd red red red red red wd red  what the fuck what a right bastard sometimes oh hi Badaman

EDIT: His name is “Pyg.”  Fucking. Pyg. Points taken off for unoriginality.

decided to have a tumblr version too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#take this and put it on my grave #in remembrance of me

[s-udarshana]

usually see a lot of people make sort of...read-more posts to discuss or talk about or sort out their issues and what’s got them pushed into some kind of way. figured maybe, if they have reason to try it, so do i, in maybe talking a bit about what’s had me away for a while, and pretty quiet for a lot longer than that.

Where do I even really start? Just kind of down the list, I guess.

-- Work and school and work and school and even more of the two. Probably the biggest crux of my struggles these days, even if it’s just sort of seasonal and ongoing at the same time somehow. All work and no play makes PB a very dull boi, if you consider dull to be feeling trapped and irritated and wishing he could just drop every single possible responsibility he’s got and just fucking run. I don’t even know where, I don’t even know when, just somewhere and sometime I could...like, actually feel alive and able to be and feel and know I’m useful and capable in some kind of capacity. I know it’s all for my future and that not many have the opportunity and that I should be grateful, and I am, it’s just....something I still have really yet to get used to juggling. Lot of sacrifices.

-- Feelings of inadequacy? I guess? Don’t really know about this one but my energy levels and my ability to really excel or feel as if I’m excelling in anything are just....at complete and total all-time lows, primarily because of all stated above, and no matter how bad I try to shake it off, it just keeps clinging on. Writer’s block and roleplay-block and conversation-block from hell. One of those things you think on and know this was an eventuality from stretching yourself too thin between real life obligations and yet even as it comes you just can’t help but not even know how to try and push back against it. Struggle of not feeling good enough for anything or anyone I try to dedicate myself too bc it’s either not enough energy or not enough effort or not enough period. like i’m not even trying at all. Like i’m not allowed my own time to do my thing and grieve and worry and struggle with my own feelings and emotions like I’m some kind of robot. like I always have to be the one there while no one else has to be. always feeling iced because there’s someone else there who can be around more. I don’t...need people to tell me I’m the best in their lives or that I’m 100% amazing at what I do, I don’t, it’s just....tough trying the best you can do given your circumstances and RL situation and people taking that and seeing it as laziness. like you never even tried. really hurts. hurts even more when you’re left holding the proverbial bill and others expect you to come to them with the payment as they try and make you feel like you’re the one who owes them and not the other way around. i don’t know.

-- Speaking of hurting. old, good friend died recently. haven’t really talked about that one to anyone at all. haven’t really felt the need to, grieving is my own process, and somehow i’m made to feel no one would really care to listen anyways bc they’re rather pass it off for their own bad judgement issues. i don’t know. starting to feel like maybe I should try and open up about it to...someone, I guess

-- I just feel stuck. trapped, really. the RA position I was pursuing for the university I planned to transfer to next year bc I wasn’t as qualified as others which means a hell of struggle trying to figure out where I’m gonna live and how I’m gonna pay my tuition and worry about job security for myself and my dad. every day I’m just tempted to constantly push off those worries for the PB waiting 6 months from now and yet I can’t help but worry every day. never really got why people say this so much but I do quite literally feel pretty fucking tired of everything right now. 

I’m in a pit. again. and I’m sure I’ll find a way on out on my own. again. just to get myself pushed back in again by obligations and expectations. again. cycle of tedious repetition with no apparent end in sight.

I know it’s selfish to say and think that no one really cares in the end, bc I know people do, and I’m so thankful for those people, and yet....man, growing up fucking sucks

#ooc #//negative #tbd #don't read if you don't want a mood ruined #just trying some self-evaluation

[meetmeatthecoda]

My 6x22 opinions that no one asked for which is totally cool

Okay I’ve had time to process kinda so here we go yolo

Some fun/great/meaningful Red/Liz moments:

1) Liz in trouble and Red literally thinking nothing of dropping everything to help, literally of course, cause why wouldn’t he, DESPITE him wanting Liz to just take care of herself. He manages to tamp down his instinct of worrying about Lizzie & only Lizzie and respects her as a knowledgeable & capable agent and listens to her battle plan & helps her without question THAT IS GROWTH AND I’M VERY PROUD.

2) Liz thinking nothing of using Red’s now-familiar resources for her own plan like hell yes, take control of your boyfriend’s criminal network like a bad-ass Liz I love it

3) Red meeting up with Liz in the Post Office with the line: “Fancy meeting you here.” Like WHEN has that ever NOT been used as a flirtatious LINE™?? get outta here with ur lies. He was flirting big time and I loved it.

Next 4) AND OKAY THIS MIGHT BE THE BIGGEST THING CAUSE ARAM MADE THE CODE TO THE BOX “SAMAR” AND RED DELIVERED A FUCKING CASUAL LINE ABOUT MAKING THE CODE A GIRLFRIEND’S NAME AnD The CAmErA haRD CuTS tO LiZ WHEN HE SAYS IT. PLUS LET’S KEEP IN MIND (!!!) THAT WHEN RED WAS TRAPPED IN THE BOX IN ANSLO GARRICK THE CODE WAS “JULIET” AND WHEN LIZ WAS TRAPPED IN THERE IT WAS “ROMEO”. LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING??? SYMBOLISM AND CLUES AND DOUBLE MEANINGS EVERYWHERE AND I FUCKING LOVE IT GOODBYE

5) and then the ever-popular Team Meal scene where Red & Liz stood the absolute closest they could to one another and they flirted and lip-stared and it was pretty great.

OH 6) WHEN RED’S CAR LITERALLY SMASHED INTO THE CAR THEY WERE HOLDING LIZ, RESSLER, & ARAM IN AND THE SHOOTOUT STARTED WITH THE DRAMATIC MUSIC AND RED RISKED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HIS GUYS CAUSE HE’S A GOOD. PERSON. AND WHEN THE CAR WAS GONNA EXPLODE THEY ALL DID THIS MASSIVE DOG PILE TO PROTECT EACH OTHER AND I FELL HARD & UNEXPECTEDLY FOR THE TEAM & FAMILY DYNAMIC AND I’M GONNA PRETEND THAT LIZ JUST HUNKERED DOWN NEXT TO RED AND HE THREW AN ARM AROUND HER I LOVE MY HAPPY PRETEND BUBBLE.

OH OH OH AND 7) AS MUCH AS I WANTED LIZ TO BE THE ONE TO SAVE RED FROM MCMAHON, DEMBE DID INSTEAD AND I’M FINE. WITH. IT. BC THOSE TWO ARE THE CUTEST AND I’M SO SO SO GLAD HE’S BACK AND THEIR SCENE LATER WAS ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING WOW OKAY.

Anyway, regarding the last few scenes, this is what I’ve decided to feel:

Red definitely would have stayed for dinner with his wife and daughter fucking fight me had the Katarina thing not been bothering him and Liz would have been thrilled & Agnes would have been #triggered by Red’s laugh at something Lizzie said and Agnes would have thrown her arms around him for a big hug bc OF COURSE she remembers her Reddy who she saw every day for 10 months while her mommy was in a coma JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

Oh, and that mystery dude is just confusing and I’m too tired but I think the picture he showed Red and Red’s resulting exhausted, Bob’s Burger-esque oh my god made it pretty clear that Red did not think Katarina was alive so he did not lie to Liz and he was not exactly thrilled that Kat is alive after all. I have opinions about the “twist” but I’ll leave those off and spare you all.

I also think that Red was pretty guarded and chilly when confronting Katarina, no desperate-love-struck-omg-you’re-alive revelation thank god and I think (and hope) that there is actually some bad blood between them (@codewordpumpkin play that track) that will make things worse between them going forward. In a good way. If that makes sense.

I was also very bolstered by the fact that Red did not seem to kiss her back, at least definitely not the first time, and, you know, then she fucking drugged him and had him kidnapped sooooo… hopefully no love lost there. Literally.

ALSO regarding the Katarina CRAP, she called him Raymond but (and TPTB confirmed this) that’s bc, for all intents and purposes, that’s his name now. (I refrain from using the word ‘identity’ bc that implies he adopted the real RR’s values and relationships. And, as we know, he sure as shit didn’t. #redloveslizinaveryveryromanticway)

LASTLY I’ve been thinking about the endless JB & JE articles that made me so angry and I’ve come to a conclusion:

If they can take every Shocking Unexpected Twist™ they half-retcon, half-make up at the beginning of the season & say that they had it in mind all along WHETHER THEY REALLY DID OR NOT and claim power & authority over those choices & shoe-horn them into the narrative to make it #organic??? What’s to say that this time next year, that Twist won’t be Lizzington? I know I’m reaching and it really may not happen, I know that, but HEY JUST HYPOTHETICALLY if they can bring Katarina fucking Rostova back from the dead when they clearly had no inkling of that in, say, Cape May when she was canonically  v e r y  d e a d, then what’s to say they won’t finally make it to Lizzington and tell everyone in every interview they ever give that it was the planned endgame all along? And, who knows, maybe then it will actually be the truth ❤️

My main point? Is there one, no one knows We can’t control what they write, we can only go along for the ride & try to get some enjoyment out of the resulting theorizing w/ friends & vid making & fanfic writing. And honestly? I get a hell of a lot of enjoyment out of watching our wonderful fandom members catch little clues & theory-build towards Agnesgate & Lizzington, using all those little gems like the box codes & their creativity to expand on the limited story we are provided. And, while I might be and who tf am I kidding lbr I definitely am biased for Lizzington, TPTB have yet to convince me that all those things little things that our fandom adds up to Agnesgate & Lizzington AREN’T completely intentional & planned for a GREAT, MEANINGFUL, EMOTIONAL, HARD-HITTING, MORALISTIC, & ACTUALLY TRULY SHOCKING endgame reveal. So yeah. This finale certainly wasn’t the worst we’ve had in terms of Lizzington (thank u for that perspective @ihaveyoulizzington) and honestly there’s tons of material for fanfic over this blessedly short hiatus. Moral: there’s no reason we can’t enjoy ourselves together as a fandom with the material we are given, despite other people’s opinions and views BC: entertainment is subjective and we can take what we want from it. That’s the beauty of fandom. So yeah. I certainly plan to write plenty of fun fics over the hiatus for anyone who wants to read them and I hope we continue to have fun together. Love you guys 😊❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #mine #speculation #theorizing #fanfic #wow that was a long walk #sorry about that #if anyone made it thru #congrats to you #lmao #but whatever #we have fun #most of the time i think #at least i do #and i love you guys! #:) #<3

[midoriyaizukustan-inactive]

Angst ending- Deku focuses all the energy stored in OfA into his fist, including his own life force. He manages to defeat the villain, but not only his arm is ruined forever, but he manages to lift and clench it into a fist as a final gesture of victory, before dropping dead on the ground.

actual picture of me reading this ask:

HHH but,,,i can see this happening and ive actually thought abt smth similar

so im thinkin in the inevitable final battle we’re gonna have of ua vs. all for one and the league of villains, midoriya probably is gonna have to face off shigaraki and all for one all by himself (cause toshinori is not gonna be in any state to fight)(but i refuse to believe hs gonna be dead though nope no no)

maybe bakugou will be there for a couple of seconds but midroiya’s mostly gonna have to deal w it on his own

anyway so the nomus r the biggest problem. theyre strong and have absolutely no qualms abt hurting and killing ppl, and worst of all, they will not stop at anything unless u somehow manage to kill/incapacitate them bc they will Not stop obeying orders

and who gives them orders? shigaraki and all for one

midoriya picks up on this during their fight, so he’s trying as hard as he fuckign can to stop them bc holy shit his friends and teachers and schoolmates are all on the line and he CANNOT afford to mess this up

so as the battle wears on and as midoriya gets more exhausted, he realizes,,,theres only gonna be a couple ways to end this in his favor. and fuck, he’s so scared, he’s not even technically done with high school yet, he hasnt saved nearly enough people, but his friends, they need him to focus now, so-

so he starts building up one for all, but its gonna take time so he needs to figure out how he can distract all for one and shigaraki while he does this

so he talks and dodges attacks mostly bc he can’t attack at all if he wants a build-up of power

this leaves him,,,vulnerable,,,though,,,

shigaraki probs decays some of his chest nd hero suit, but its nothing midoriya can’t ignore for the time being. no, he’s mostly worried abt all for one, and if he’ll figure out what midoriya is doing

all for one does, in fact, figure out what midoriya is doing, bc this is exactly how his brother would act

so he does his power/red-black stabby quirk bs nd midoriya gets stabbed like three times (leg arm and shoulder) but still midoriya is holding on bc he needs their attention to stay on him so they cant give the nomus additional orders, nd also he needs to end this like yesterday

since midoriya is focusing on one for all, he can hear the other users’ voices. some of them are yelling at him, asking him what the hell he’s doing, doesnt he know he’s gonna kill himself?, some of them are shouting out directions for him to dodge and jump and run and anything to help keep him alive, and one voice (all for one’s brother) is telling him how to keep the power buildup so it wont rebound onto midoriya (…at least, not until it’s supposed to)

so midoriya listens, cause he cant really talk back to them to reassure them otherwise, nd he’s just. so exhausted honestly, and also his arm is starting to burn which is frankly the last thing he has time to worry about, but also it means it’s working, just a little longer-

midoriya feels smth click when his life force slides into the deal, nd all for one’s brother is kinda like “hey kid so problem” but midoriya still can’t talk back, and he can see his friends in the distance behind all for one and shiagraki on another part of the battlefield, and they look- they look-

theyre just as exhausted as he is, and theyre surrounded by nomu, and midoriya will not let them get hurt, so-

so he begins to charge, because when his life force connected with one for all’s power, he knew the build-up was ready to be used

all of the previous users are screaming at him for a hot second, before all for one’s brother gives midoriya directions on how and where to hit his brother to be most effective. midoriya ignores how sad and choked up he sounds cause he just doesnt have time-

just like all might, midoriya fakes one hit and parries with another; shigaraki is right next to them, a hand reaching out to disintegrate midoriya’s arm, so he gets caught up in the blast as well.

everything goes white for a moment and midoriya cant really feel anything for a split second.

then the world fades back in, and midoriya’s entire fucking body is burning, gaining intensity the closer you are to his arm. He’s almost certain his arm has been completely blown off, but when he opens his eyes, it’s still there.

horribly mutilated, but there. his hand is still curled into a fist, still punching all for one.

oh. all for one.

midoriya tries not to throw up at the sight.

yeah, he’s not getting back up again. the only problem is, midoriya thinks as he stumbles back a couple steps, he himself is probably not, either.

the force of the blow left him in a crater. he almost wants to cry, because dammit, everything is on fire; he knows that his entire arm and shoulder are broken, and it seems like everything else is not far behind. his nose and mouth are dripping blood, in addition to the flesh wounds on his chest (thanks, shigaraki) and the stab wounds from earlier bleeding like no tomorrow; how is he gonna climb out of here?

still, despite his grievances, midoriya shuffles forward, each step aching as he tries to claw out of the literal hole he’s punched himself into. he cant move the arm he punched with at all; his fist is still clenched.

still, he manages to heave himself up and out of the crater. the battle is at a standstill, is what he finds when he reaches the top.

some people have passed out from the sound, midoriya can see. jirou lies protected by yaomomo and kaminari as she tries to get her bearings again.

others have passed out due to the blast snatching oxygen away from them for a few precious moments. they’ll be fine, though, midoriya can tell; he can see kirishima’s chest rising and falling as he breathes unconsciously.

midoriya raises his gaze, exhuasted, to where his friends were in the distance, seconds before he punched all for one.

he can see shigaraki passed out, having hit the side of an upturned rock too hard, which was there thanks for pixie bob

his friends are okay. theyre stumbing to their feet, looking about, and he catches todoroki’s eye while they do so.

he smiles then, breathes out a sigh of relief – theyre okay – before raising his fist (the one that’s horribly mutilated; it hurts to move, but midoriya doesn’t care).

he starts falling back, then, and he can’t shift his feet to regain his balance.

he falls like a house of cards.

his breath rattles in his chest, and it’s how he knows he’s not long for this world, anymore.

he’s too exhausted to feel panicked, per se, but he- he’s gonna miss his friends so much, he’s gonna miss mom, toshinori-

tears start collecting in his eyes, but he’s too dehydrated to form enough of them that they can fall down his face freely.

he doesnt- fuck, he doesn’t regret doing it, he just-

he’s not going to last long enough for anyone to even get to him, he’s going to die with no goodbyes-

then the voices of the other users fill his head again.

their soft, sorrowful congratulations, reassurances that he did the right thing, and that dying is scary but it doesn’t hurt, and he’s going to be okay, wherever he ends up next.

it does little to ease the fear, but it does do something, so midoriya is thankful nonetheless.

im sorry, all for one’s brother says abruptly.

why?

my fight with my brother should never have ended at the cost of a teenager’s life.

midoriya can’t help but laugh a little then. he coughs up blood for it. if all it took was one life, i’m glad it was mine. i wouldnt want anyone else to fall to him.

and it’s true, midoriya isn’t lying, it’s just. he’s gonna miss his loved ones so much.

he closes his eyes, breathes out of a broken chest one more time. his lungs are too tired to inflate again.

distantly, he can hear his friends calling his name, but he’s just…so tired…

there are soft murmurings from the other one for all users, but midoriya can’t make them out anymore.

all he can really hear is a ringing in his ears, an echoing call of, “Midoriya!” but he cant…

he hasnt done nearly enough. he doesnt feel like he deserves this rest.

but…all for one is gone. surely he can take a few minutes for himself?

yes, that should be fine.

the world falls away.

#fun fact! i cried while writing this #also holy SHIT this got long im so sorry djkfjnkd #i just. have feelings #oh shit #also i learned how to finally add a read more link to go me #anyway im in tears #me: midoriya is my favorite character! #also me: what good is mha angst if midoriya doesnt fucking die in it huh #anyway u have simultaneously fed and hurt me with this ask #im cry #midoriya izuku #c makes a word #answer

[askthetotallynotcampcamp]

jaspvid for the s o u l

michael: oak aye

————

Jasper: *first day working at the camp 😳😳* *vIbES near the entrance lmao*

David: GOOOOOOD MORNING JASPER! READY FOR YOUR FIRST DAY?

Jasper: Totally!! Is the camp still the same as when we were younger?

David: yup! Obviously different kids, they can get crazy so be prepared!

Jasper: Oh jeez, okay.

The b u s: *i am alive*

David: ah! They're here, oh you're gonna love them Jas!

Max: *walks off the bus* who the hell is that?!

Nerris: yeah I've never seen him before! Hello sir I dont know!

David: well kids, this is your new counselor, Jasper!

Jasper: Hi kids-! I hope I can make your summer great!!

Neil: *😒😒*

Harrison: Oh cool! A new person to show my magic to!

Space kid: howdy do Jasper!

Max: okay just another person to make fun of!

-all the kids are in the mess haul now-

David: I told you to be prepared! Dont let max get to you, hes always like that

Jasper: he’s just a little, uh, insulting. kinda rude, I can handle it though! Don’t worry about it

David: alrighty!

-time skip bc I'm lazy-

David: *getting ready for sleep time* do do dooooo

Jasper: ughhh, I do not understand how you deal with those kids all day *😔*

David: I've gotten used to them, maxes words hurt sometimes but I'm fine with it. And you dont have to work here ya know, if it isnt fun for you

Jasper: I wanna work here because I miss being with you all the time, homeslice- I’ll get used to it eventually

David: awe that's sweet, but you can always tell me if you want to leave because this place can stress you out! Now you, should get some sleep mister

Jasper: *😳😳😳* ah yeah, you too homie *bed time bro*

David: goodnighttttt!

Jasper: goodnight-

Time: smellbert day time

The camp: i am going to burn down

David: OH GOSH THE CAMP!

-after they fix the camp bc I'm lazy and tired-

David: *collapses against a tree* now that, that was a workout

Jasper: *collapses nexts to mr tree* is that how it’s like everyday?

Neil: *a p p r o a c h e s*

David: yeah basically *jumps up* hello Neil!

Neil: Hey can I show you something I’ve been working on? *is neil*

David: ah yes of course! *grabs Jaspers hand and walks over*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳*

Neil: Okay, so, this is my science stuff, and this right here is a calculator

David: very...interesting! Right Jasper!

Jasper: I like the uh, bottles?

Neil: The test tubes?

David: *tries not to laugh*

Jasper: I mean- I guess? I don’t know, I never did science

Neil: Literally everyone knows what a test tube is-!

David: oh come on Neil cut him some slack, hes not all about science

Neil: david, literally everyone knows what a test tube is!

David: well Jasper isnt everyone! Keep up the good work! *walks back to the cabin*

Jasper: *taps david’s shoulder 😗✌️* hey hey hey, quick question

David: hm? *turns around* yeah Jasper?

Jasper: Can I talk to you alone for a hot sec

David: yeah of course! What's up buddy pal

Jasper: uh, so, since I was a kid i thought you were super cool-?

David: wow really?! Youre really.. what's the word you use..radical!

Jasper: Wow thanks! Anyway, I was thinking and like- I like you??

David: well duh, we're best friends!

Jasper: yeah, but, like-like you homie

David: *very red* oh gosh- i- um-

Jasper: *😳😳😳* uh- yeah-

David: a-are you sure? Out of a-all people?

Jasper: *nodnodnodnod*

David: well uh- lucky for you- *kisses his cheek😳😳😳*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳* oh dang-

David: *smiles at him*

Gwen: well that was lovely

Jasper: Wow gwen okay

David: oh h-hi Gwen..*v red*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳*

Gwen: I saw the whole thing, it was WAY better than trash tv

David: well is this good for your trash tv? *kisses Jasperteehee*

Jasper: *is a red*

Gwen: *:0* Oh damn!!

David: oh wait I actually did that-

Jasper: jesus- *lmao covers his face or some shit*

Gwen: 👏👏👏

David: okay uh toodaloo! Bye! *runs to the cabin*

Jasper: uh, i’m gonna go too-! *fOLLOW*

Max: they're so gonna makeout

David: *in the bathroom* WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME

Jasper: *kNocKs oN tHe dOoR* uhh, davey are you okay?

David: AH! oh Jasper, hello! Uh yes I am completely fine why would something be wrong what

Jasper: you ran away really fast, are you sure you’re okay-?

David: yes of course! *comes pit of the bathroom and is like face to face w/ jasper bc he was standing right outside of the door??*

Jasper: *😳👉👈* *s smooch*

David: *😳😳😳😳😳😳*

Jasper: i’m uh, sorry *😔👉👈*

David: nononono it's okay! *hug*

Jasper: *hug 😔👉👈*

David: hey, you okay? *ruffles his hair and laughs*

Jasper: *:) 👉👈* of course!

David: that's great! *smiles at him*

Jasper: we should uh, leave and see what the kiddos are up to *walks out backwards???*

David: okay! *kicks the door open* owie

Jasper: oh dang are you okay-

Nikki: What SPICY DRAMA happened??!

David: nikki what do you mean??

Nikki: Max said you were gonna make out!

David: nothing happened! *😳*

Jasper: *holds onto david’s arm or smth lmao oop*

Nikki: hmmmm

David: nikki nothing- uh- nothing happened!

Max: Likely story DAVID!

David: fine, what do you think happened?

Max: you two made out or some gross shit and then you came out like nothing happened!

David: well you are incorrect!

Jasper: very incorrect!

Nikki: Oh damn it!

David: well anyways, since it's getting to sunset now, its campfire time! *skips over to the benches*

Jasper: come on children!! *follow*

Children: kk *follow*

Max: jasper I seriously dont understand how youre in love with HIM

David: *making a fire*

Jasper: I mean, he’s really nice, Max- I’m sure you’ll feel the same way about someone eventually

Max: pft- yeah, no

David: *stands up* okay and we are ready for action!

Jasper: oh come ON max, stop being so heartless *walks over to the f i r e*

David: *sits down on a log and puts on his sweatshirt* (I LOVE DAVID WEARING A SWEATSHIRT)

Jasper: *sits next to d a v i d* oh dang, are you cold?

David: eh, it's just summer night air

Jasper: yeah but i wanted an excuse to do this *puts his arm around david 😳*

David: *goes wide eyed 😳😳*

Jasper: *forehead smooch 😳😳*

David: *hides in his sweatshirt😳* Jasper not in front of the campers!-

Jasper: Oh dang i’m so sorry *n not*

David: *rests his head on his shoulder* hmph

Jasper: oh no, am i in trouble now? *hug teehee*

David: *shakes his head no*

Jasper: cool cool cool *😘😘😘*

Gwen: *👀👀👀*

David: *sleep*

Gwen: I think you need to go tuck your boy in

Jasper: Righto, Gwen make sure nothing burns down *picks up mr tree mans and cArRiEs hIm To tHe CabIn wOwIe*

David: huh..oh hi jasperrrr

Jasper: hola *drops mr tree mans onto his bed lmao rekt* you fell asleep

David: oh sorry *laughs tiredly?? Is that a thing??*

Jasper: go to sleep, you sound tired *forehead smooch 😳😳*

David: *pulls him down to....hug him duh*

Jasper: oh dang- *hug hug hug*

David: what? I love youuuuu (he ain't gonna remember this-)

Jasper: *😳😳😳* shoot- i love you too homie *s sits on the bed or smth*

David: *sits up and hugs him* thank you for working here, now I get to see your adorable face everyday

Jasper: jeez- calm down- *😳😳😳*

David: I'm just saying! *smiles at him*

Jasper: *😌😌* okay go to sleep now- it’s late, homeslice

David: okay *kisses him* goodnight *:)*

Jasper: goodnight weirdo *escape*

-morning-

David: *wakes up and sits up* best sleep I've ever had

Jasper: *uhh already out watching el children*

David: *gets dressed and walks outside* GOOOOOD MORNING JASPER

Jasper: hello hello, how did you sleep?

David: very good actually! I just dont remember anything from the camp fire

Jasper: oh great, you were hella tired last night man

Nikki: *f fire*

David: GOSH DARN NIKKI NOT AGAIN WITH THE FIRE!- *runs*

Jasper: *ahaha just vibes honestly lmao* righto children, who wants to go do something cool

Max: what do you consider cool

Jasper: dunno, what do YOU consider cool?

Max: I dont know that's why I'm asking you!

Space kid: how are babies made

Jasper: okay, we’re not going over that today- what if we uh, go to spooky island and find cool stuff

Nerris: david said we arent allowed over there!

David: I heard my name! Wassup

Jasper: we’re going to spooky island because i almost died there so we are allowed

David: *:0* ooooo adventures okay! Boat time! *walks to the boats*

Jasper: alrighty everyone get in groups of threes to go in the bOaTs and then don’t get lost

David: *gets in the boat in front of thy jasper* is Gwen coming?

Jasper: I don’t think so-

Space Kid: *is on their bOaT now because he asked how babies were made*

David: *starts paddling the boat* weeeeeeee

Jasper: *lmao also pAdDlInG*

Space Kid: David how are babies made?

David: uh well- *😳*

Space Kid: because neil told me that-

Jasper: okay okay okay let’s not talk about this today

Space kid: do you and jasper make babies?

David: NO *😳😳😳*

Jasper: *w heeze*

Space Kid: hmmmm, well do you want to make babies?

David: SPACE KID JUST STOP TALKING *😳😳😳😳*

Jasper: *literally sobbing* this is COMEDY

David: JASPER DONT ENCOURAGE HIM

Jasper: It’s so funny-!

David: uh-uh! Its embarrassing!

Space kid: you guys have definitely made babies

Jasper: *FIDNKSNSKSK* OH MY GOD *teeheehaw*

David: OKAY WOW LOOK WE'RE HERE *gets off the canoe*

Jasper: *escaped canoe* kk kids stay in your groups and find something cool

David: I guess space kid went with harrison and his group, so that's leave us alone *😳*

Jasper: *😳😳😳* *👀👀* *smooch 😳*

David: *😳😳😳* *kiss:)*

Jasper: *:)))*

Nikki: GUYS IT IS HAPPENING

David: NIKKI I SWEAR TO GOSH IF YOU DONT GO AWAY-

Jasper: *😳😳😳* Woah Davey chillax

Nikki: Everyone wanted to know!

David: well I think it's pretttttttty obvious that I am deeply in love with Jasper!

Jasper: 😳😳😳

Nikki: WOAHH!! Like my mom and Carl!!

Neil: nikki pleeeeeease dont bring that up

David: oh god-

Nikki: Why not! That was true love Neil!

Jasper: what even- who?

Neil: that was sex! Theres a difference Nikki!

David: their parents hooked up on parents day-

Jasper: *elbow nudge ;))* *LMAO WHEEZE JK JKING*

Nikki: There is no difference!

David: JASPER NO

Neil: they only did it for pleasure!!

Jasper: I was joking homie!

Nikki: oh REALLY? how would you know!!

Neil: beacuseeeeee that's why people do it nikki!

David: okay....homeskillet!

Nikki: have YOU ever done it!!!

Jasper: oh jesus- we should stop that before something bad happens

Neil: NIKKI I AM 11

David: yeah-

Jasper: *picks up nikki or some poopoo* Nikki, just listen to Neil on this one

Neil: THANK YOU

David: *giggles*

Nikki: this isn’t over NEIL

Jasper: okie dokie kids- Nikki you’re coming back with me because I don’t trust you with neil

Neil: NIKKI YOU LITERALLY EAT DIRT SO I DONT THINK YOU WOULD KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SE-

David: OKAY ENOUGH OF THIS

Jasper: alrighty everyone we’re going back- david go back with neil

Nikki: *g rowels*

-when they get back-

David: *flops on to his bed* well that was a experience

Jasper: *s sits on david’s bed* oh god it sure was

David: *sits up and leans against the pillows* I haven't been that stressed in awhile-

Jasper: *😳😳👀* *smooch*

David: *smooch😳😳😳😳*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳smooch*

David: *hug* hiiiii

Jasper: *hug 😳😳😳* hello hello

Dsvid: not to be that weird person but you are way better at kissing then I thought you would be- *giggles*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳*

David: okay soryyyyyyyyyyy

Jasper: you’re so dorky

Space Kid: *knocks on the councelor cabins door*

David: ugh can we ever be alone! *opens the door* oh space kid! Why are you up?

space kid: i had a nightmare that space wasn’t real can i stay with you :(

Jasper: ughhhhhh

David: yes of course! *picks up him* where do you wanna sleep?

Space kid: uhhh in space

David: let me rephrase it, where do you want to sleep in the cabin?

[themikewheelers]

I love how you take the time to answer people’s asks, you make me feel so much better about things. Do you think Hoppers fate is going to be kept a secret literally until the day season 4 comes out? I’m trying to reassure my sister to be prepared for them teasing/throwing us off to keep us guessing. She was freaking out over that call David sent to the Duffers on Seth Myers lol, but he deffo knows whether he’s coming back as I’m sure he said before that he knew how the whole thing ended.

Oh I would not worry about the David thing on Seth Myers lmao. It was 100% completely and totally scripted. They absolutely knew that they can’t have David go around doing these big press things and have him avoid questions about Hopper’s fate, so they’re spinning it in ways that will generate more hype. Like, on Seth Myers, they could have just had Seth say smth like “And by the way, I know everyone’s wondering about David’s fate on Stranger Things, but we can’t discuss that tonight” or smth like that. That’s a perfectly valid way to approach an unavoidable question and get it out of the way and move on. But at the same time, it’s not doing anything FOR them, whereas when they come up with that idea to have David facetime the Duffers on air, it’s generating headlines and hype and getting ppl even more invested. They absolutely planned out that Facetime call in advance so that they could take the inevitable question about what happened to Hopper and spin it in a way that gets the show even more attention. David, the Duffers, and Seth Myers were absolutely scripted that whole time. And plus, I’m sure David knows Hopper’s fate by this point. He may not know every specific detail and all that, but at this point, I’m sure contracts are already signed/in development for s4, and they’ve reached out to the cast about filming, and David is gonna know by now whether he’s a part of it still or not. And considering he absolutely knows Hop’s fate and is still teasing it like this, to me thats just further proof he’s alive. 

But yeah to actually answer your question, I wouldn’t worry about them not confirming anything until s4 is out. Assuming Hop is alive, it would be EXTREMELY difficult to keep that a secret up until the show comes out. There’s just so many opportunities for a leak. Even once filming begins it’ll be difficult to keep it wrapped up. It would be so easy for some paps to get a picture of him on set, or even if they can keep that under wraps, if some pap even just gets a picture of David in Atlanta while filming is going on, everyone would just know that ofc he’s there for ST. Honestly, I’m kinda expecting them to do what they did with Eleven for s2, where they confirm Hop is alive as soon as filming starts, but then keep it a big secret where he actually is and what really happened until a trailer drops or the season itself comes out. But hey, maybe they can manage to keep it a secret until the season comes out, but if that’s the case, I’m sure they’re just gonna continue to be even more blatantly obvious with their teasing. And if Hop is dead, which I seriously doubt at this point, they’re gonna confirm that as soon as possible too. Bc the longer they keep ppl questioning, the more sure ppl are that he’s alive. If they kept this charade going for a few more months, let along until season 4 is out, and then he was really dead, that would LITERALLY be flushing the show down the toilet. There would be such a massive outrage idk if they could ever make up for it lmao. Everyone would be so mad that they kept us on the hook for months/years when they could have just said since s3 came out that he’s dead, they’d be putting the show in its grave.

You also kind of have to think about what they want us to be focusing on. Right now they’re gonna be milking this Hopper thing for as long as possible bc they want us to talk about his fate. That’s one of the few questions they purposely left us after s3 to turn into s4 hype. But lbr, they’re not gonna want us talking about that forever. Eventually, esp as s4 is further in development, they’re gonna start teasing new things, and they’re gonna want the fandom’s energy to be on that instead of the old news that is Hopper’s fate. Hell, even beyond what they WANT fans to talk about, they know theres an expiration date for the Hopper stuff anyway. They know that if they keep us on the line too long, ppl are gonna get tired of speculating and lose interest, and they want to avoid that. Even now, so many fans are already tired of hearing the latest ways David is teasing Hop’s return bc they figure he’s def coming back anyway so all this teasing doesn’t matter. Stuff like that will also absolutely be a factor in how the marketing team handles everything with Hopper.

So to give a really long answer to your question, no i don’t think you have to worry. Whenever and however they confirm Hop’s fate is gonna be a super strategic move for the marketing team, and there’s a lot of factors at play so it’s hard to theorize how it’ll go down. But I rlly doubt they’ll leave his fate in question that long, and if they do, he’s most likely alive anyway and they’ll be v obvious about that

[wackjams]

with or without you. (i)

gang!au : yoongi x you : jimin x you (platonic) : ft all members

warnings: language, violence, guns, character death, lots of angst word count: 4.2k summary: Seven years. Seven years had passed since you saw them or even heard from them. Seven years passed until they finally came home, and nothing is the way it used to be. That should’ve been a given when they only came back for revenge in the first place. At least that’s how it seemed but in due time, the truth always comes out. 

masterlist with all my work linked in ab. series masterlist linked there as well!

part 1 

a/n: so this is a very slow beginning. more like a long introduction to the story that I have planned. It'll be a series, so be ready for that. I'm really excited about it!! I've been gone awhile due to my computer breaking but all is well now and I plan on keeping up with this!! I promise it gets better lol be ready for lots of angst and stuff bc who does love that ahrbakbfiana anyway, enjoy!

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All eyes were focused on you. Everyone watched as you sat in the chair across from the coffin silently, your arm against your stomach as it rests in the sling you have to wear due to the hole in your shoulder.

It was a straight shot so you got lucky. Ms Lu, though... she was not as lucky.

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes again as you stared in front of you at the blank wall. The hushed whispers around you made you angry. Everyone wondered how you got out alive but she didn't. They questioned why she, the nicest lady in town, was killed and you were left to live instead.

It wasn't exactly that they wished death on you, no. Yet at the same time it would've made more sense for you, the college drop out working a dead-end job living in a slum apartment, to be dead rather than her. Ms Lu.

She was a real angel.

A woman who fostered over one-hundred hurt and damaged children to get them out of the system and helped them change into wonderful children which led to the adoption of them with other families. She was known for helping more kids and teenagers than people could actually count. She had helped so many children find their forever homes, and no one ever forgot it.

Through all of those children, she had only adopted two herself. Two boys who clung to her more than the rest. Two boys who she couldn't let go because she had an unbelievable bond with them. Min Yoongi and Park Jimin.

The three of you grew up together as your mother had been best friends with Ms Lu. Also, the fact that you were neighbors played well in that situation too. You always made friends with the kids fostered next door but everyone always left after a few months to go be with a new family. Yoongi and Jimin though, they had always stuck around. When you found out that they would be right there next door forever upon adoption, you couldn't have been happier at the sweet innocent age of six-years-old.

The three of you ended up being inseparable along those years. Going through your childhood and into your preteens to your actual teens was quite the adventure for everyone. Your mother and Ms Lu included. The antics of three kids constantly together could be a little exhausting for them sometimes as you all always had so much energy.

Yoongi was older than you and Jimin both. He was only older than you by two years and three than Jimin, so it wasn't much of an age gap but it was there. Jimin honestly hated being younger than you two because he claimed you used being older to your advantages against him. That played out to be true sometimes. Like when you and Yoongi agreed on a different game to play than Jimin, or when you two always let yourself go first before him or took the bigger pieces of pizza or the bowls with bigger scoops of ice cream in them.

Despite all the bickering between your little group of three though, you often spent nights together camping in the backyards of each other's home or playing in your tree house built by your father or riding your bikes to the park every summer morning. Those were only some of the many better memories you had as a group together. As you aged, naturally things changed. The biggest changes came in high school. Yoongi went to high school first then you and Jimin had joined him together two years later. You got lucky failing second grade so you could be in the same grade as Jimin (although being grounded for failing wasn't very fun). Yoongi often complained when you two ended up going to the same school as him because the older he got, the grumpier he was with everyone. But he dealt with it and helped you two if you ever needed it.

It wasn't so bad at first though. Actually, Yoongi had gotten a little closer to you around that time. You knew it was honestly because your body developed and you two became sex-crazed teenagers in full bloom. It didn't take long before you two were sleeping together. Of course, at that time you actually fell in love with the cute boy next door. Except, in your love story he was one of your best friends and when you two became sexually active, it disgusted Jimin.

He just didn't understand. The way it made you feel so at peace when laying in the arms of Yoongi in the middle of the night after he snuck into your bedroom window so your parents wouldn't know he was there were the most peaceful nights of your life.

But things didn't stay that way for longer than six or seven months. There became times where you found him ditching you and Jimin for different girls (which actually broke your fucking heart) or for his new older friends. It sucked a lot. Jimin even agreed despite living with him and having that advantage of seeing him more often than you did. Jimin knew you were hurt every time Yoongi brushed passed you and couldn't even say hello. He knew how in love with were with his brother. His heart ached to watch you cry at the sight of him with a different girl on his arm every week. There wasn't even a given reason for him ending things between you two. He just became distant. He couldn't even text you back anymore or watch movies with you and Jimin when you'd go over to their house after school.

Jimin made a promise to you to never become that way with you. You should've known better.

He broke that promise after Yoongi graduated high school, while you two were finishing sophomore year and heading to your junior year.

Yoongi left home merely two months after graduating. He didn't even say goodbye to you, not even to Jimin or his mother. He basically said he wanted to be an adult and be on his own, but you didn't believe that. Something had changed in him and he wasn't the same boy he was before. Neither was Jimin after awhile.

He didn't even graduate. Jimin dropped out three weeks into your junior year. To say you were surprised was an understatement. He didn't bring the idea up to you. He didn't even hint at it! One morning he just stopped showing up, to school and in your life. Ignored texts and phone calls began with him, the same way Yoongi did with you. You didn't understand why they did that. Why they changed. Why Jimin left a week after dropping out of school. Why you never saw them again. So many questions and no answers.

Over the years you tried getting it out of Ms Lu. All she'd say is that they were well living off with an uncle and working. She claimed they were just too busy to be texting so often, but it never made sense. Not to you anyway. Eventually, you grew tired of it and did give up questioning them and her too. You stopped calling them. You didn't text them anymore asking if they were coming home for Christmas or your birthday. You didn't question Ms Lu and her loneliness that was evident when she spent most of her days in your mother's home instead of her own.

Eventually- and naturally - as you got older, you had moved and got your own apartment. You had your best friend and roommate Alexa and have a decent enough job. College didn't quite work out but, you were happy regardless. You had two or three boyfriends over the years but none of them ever worked out. You would rather be single anyway and just go have fun on the weekends at the clubs around the city with Alexa.

You were content in life.

That was until five days ago when Ms Lu had you go grocery shopping with her one evening. It wasn't too late, only about seven PM when you left, but after you two had finally gone to a few different shops to finish her shopping, it was later and dark outside. She needed to stop for gas on the way to drop you off to your apartment and so you two stopped to get some.

That's when it happened. You had gone inside to pay for her gas while she waited outside. You took an extra moment to get a few snacks for yourself and Alexa knowing the two of you planned a movie night for once you got back home. You shouldn't have got those snacks.

Maybe if they saw you. Maybe if they knew she wasn't just an old lady alone at a gas station at ten PM. Maybe, just maybe, if they didn't think she'd be an easy target with you there, she'd be alive. You remember the chills that went down your back when you walked out of the gas station to see two men dragging a screaming Ms Lu out of her car and threw her to the ground, demanding all of her money and the watch on her wrist. They kicked her - gosh they were so rough.

The bags fell from your hands as you watched with wide eyes- shocked. You couldn't even stand there more five seconds before becoming so infuriated with the sight in front of you. You ran over, yelling at the two assholes, "Hey! Leave her alone, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

Both men looked up from her on the ground and to you instead. You couldn't see the guns in their hands until that moment as one of them gave you a twisted smirk and raised his hands to you, pointing the barrel dead at you. You stopped in your tracks then and stared across to the gun. Ms Lu watched your bravery and how you came to defend her, and she knew she needed to do the same for you despite being attacked moments ago. She had gone to push herself up but the second man, the one whose attention wasn't pointed at you (literally) and he fired without any moment of hesitation. The loud sound of the bang made you jump.

Your ear piercing scream left the back of your throat and you just ran towards her again, completely forgetting about the man who was focused on you.

You got lucky enough to be shot in the shoulder, not in the head like poor Ms Lu. Your mother's best friend. Your sweet aunt-like neighbor. Your childhood best friends adoptive mother.

It wasn't your fault. You wanted to help her. You wanted to save her! But they showed no mercy and the only thing you could ask yourself now is.. why?

"Hey. Hey, ______, you in there?" A waving hand in front of your face broke you from your thoughts. You looked up to the person it belonged to. Alexa. She smiled softly at you when your eyes met. "Come on. Let's go get some air or something; it's quite warm in here with all these people."

All you could do was nod. It was warm, and all the whispering and stares were becoming too hard to handle any longer. You gave your mother who sat next to you with your father on her other side a small smile to let her know you'd be back before standing with the help of your best friend.

Alexa guided you outside with her where there were far fewer people than there are inside. You two walked together down to her car near the front entrance, where you leaned against the side of the car and looked down to your shoes.

"How are you holding up?" Alexa asked softly despite knowing the answer.

You glanced up from your shoes to her face. "Barely. The pain is a bit much again too but I want to stay a bit longer to show some respect."

She only nodded at you and rubbed your side as she stepped closer to give you a supportive hug. Alexa was always good at dealing with your emotions and problems. She took care of you and you took care of her too, but lately, she had been working overtime helping you heal physically and emotionally. It was a little exhausting for the both of you but you made it work. She wouldn't give up on you. You were more than thankful but it made you feel a little guilty.

A few minutes of silence passed with the occasional passing car or people in the parking lot, coming out or going inside. Neither of you paid much attention to anyone else until two black SUVs pulled in and parked across the way. Alexa and you both glanced to each other before looking up to the vehicles. You never saw them before. Not around here at least. You furrowed your brows as all of the doors on both trucks opened and bodies poured from inside. All of the men who exited wore appropriate back suits for the evening. So, it was clear what they were here for. Yet you recognized none of them. They were all tall with dark hair and serious, pressed, expressions on their faces. Were they some of the kids she helped in the past?

Counting seven of them as they climbed out, you made note of how intimidating they all were without even trying. It caused you to shuffle a bit at the nerves you felt as they walked in your direction. It wasn't until they got closer when you noticed not one but two faces of the group. Your eyes widened in surprise as they came to your view.

They looked exactly how they did all those years ago. Except now they matured. It was in their facial features and the way they carried themselves as they walked so carelessly yet so confidently.

It was impossible to hide the shocked expression on your face as you watched them approach you and Alexa. All seven of the men stopped in front of you and Alexa with the two familiar faces in front of them, closer to you than the rest were.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Your voice was low, yet it hissed in anger at them. You were angry. No, you were infuriated at the sight of them.

"She's our mother, ______. We have every right to come to our mothers funeral and you have no say in that." Yoongi's voice snapped back at you even angrier than yours was in that moment.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his response. Seeing him here now made your heart ache, remembering how he left you broken hearted so many years ago. Yoongi showed absolutely no emotion in his expression. He was cold. There seemed to be no sign of the boy you were once in love with, so close with. He was definitely different now.

Jimin, who stood beside him, sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder to calm his older brother. "We came to show our respects. And to see you. We heard what happened and we wanted to-"

"How fucking dare you!" you cut Jimin off, "You both disappear for nearly seven gotdamned years, no calls, no texts, no freaking visits to your sad, lonely, mother or myself and you just come back at her funeral and expect for us all to welcome you with open arms?!"

Both Jimin and Yoongi listened to your yelling with their eyes locked on you and their lips sealed shut. Alexa reached for your hand and squeezed it in yours as she noticed your voice starting to shake at these two boys. She's heard about them, sure, but she never expected to meet them due to your storytelling of them running away all those years ago. She knew how much you cared for them too.

You shook your head at the men and took a step back from them. "Both of you can go to hell. She hurt every single day missing you... You complete assholes. Neither of you knows what she went through!"

With that, you pushed passed them both hand in hand with your friend and walked back inside of the building, leaving those seven men behind outside without a moment's hesitation to do so.

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The funeral had carried on and passed by the next two hours with many tears, sweet words, and so much damn confusion. Everyone in the room was shocked when seeing Yoongi and Jimin walk inside a few minutes after you went back inside. You couldn't even look at them longer than a few seconds at a time. When you were looking though, you could see the sadness in their expression- Yoongi too surprisingly - and you were almost sorry for yelling at them the way you did, but you weren't wrong with what you said. Even they knew that.

The other men that were with them never spoke a word. Not unless it was whispered into their ears and kept between them. Otherwise, they only looked around and paid their respects to Ms Lu.

After all these hours your shoulder was really hurting you now and you were ready to go home.

They had just covered Ms Lu's coffin with dirt after she was lowered into the ground. Wiping away your tears, you hugged your grieving mother then kissed your father's cheek gently before leaving them to go home. Your mother wasn't handling this well but your father was taking care of her the best he could knowing you needed time to heal from the wound to your shoulder and the trauma you experienced being there that night. You were distant from them, and they understood. They were always understanding when it came to you. It was nice. Plus you had Alexa with you. She never left your side so you weren't exactly alone. She had really been your rock through this.

You two walked along the grass together towards where her car was so you could finally go home and relax after such a long, emotional, day.

"Wanna order takeout tonight? Figured that'd be better than cooking after today."

You nodded gently at her, giving her your best smile. "Sounds great."

"_____?" A soft voice behind you spoke. You stopped walking and turned back to see who it was. Jimin stood there with a frown in his expression. He waved his hand at you awkwardly then glanced to your friend who was glaring at him. He cleared his throat softly before speaking again. "Can we talk please?"

You sighed softly. His eyes were sad. You knew that because if there was anything about Jimin that hasn't changed and matured with him, it was his eyes. He needed to talk and you could tell. Even after all this time. You looked to Alexa beside you and spoke in a near whisper to her. "I'll meet you at the car."

She hesitated, but nodded and walked off after giving Jimin one final look.

Jimin watched this and smiled. "She's protective over you. That's good."

"What do you need, Jimin?"

He frowned at you again. He was also alone for the first time tonight without his group of friends. "I wanted to see how you were holding up. We... We heard you were there. Tried to save her. Your shoulder must hurt... We owe you everything for taking care of her, for trying to save her."

"Owe me?" you scoffed softly at him, shaking your head while giving him a sour look. "She didn't deserve to be robbed by them. I didn't deserve to be shot either. And she sure as hell didn't deserve to die. If you want to owe something to anyone, owe it to your poor mother to visit her grave every once in a while since you couldn't see her when she was alive."

Your words were harsh and you knew they were, but he needed to hear it. Jimin flinched a bit but he knew you were right too. He glanced down to the ground before looking up into your eyes and stepping a little closer towards you.

"I know Yoongi and I left. We were wrong for that, I know. I can't tell you why exactly but do know we often thought about you, about our mother, about your family. We knew what we left behind but it was for the best." he whispered, "or so we thought." Jimin reached up and scratched the back of his neck as a nervous tick. "I'm sorry, ______. I'm so fucking sorry."

His words were so soft you knew he was genuine. He was sorry, he really was, and you could tell he was. Your vision blurred a bit as your tears blinded your vision once again. You had been crying so much lately and now Jimin is making you cry, again. Fucking Park Jimin.

You didn't know what to say but you knew you were tired of being angry. Tired of crying. Tired of hating him and he's only been here a few hours.

"You changed your hair. And your style. And... your height. You grew a couple of inches." Your voice was shaky but when Jimin laughed, you cracked a smile at him and quickly wiped away your tears.

"Became quite the charmer, huh? Puberty hit me late but definitely blessed me, if I do say so myself."

You giggled softly at his remark and shook your head at him. Glancing to your hand held in your sling, you wiggled your fingers and took a deep breath to keep yourself from breaking down any further. Jimin kept where he was but he never took his eyes off of you. You also grew up over the years. You grew up but somehow still looked the same, sounded the same, even smiled the same way.

He missed you so much over the past seven years.

"Jimin, we have to go soon."

Both Jimin and yourself looked up to the voice that came from beside him. A taller boy with dark brown hair that fell into his eyes a bit stood there with his hands in his pockets. He smiled when your eyes met his.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook. You're ______ right?"

You nodded once at him. "Right. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he gave you a polite smile. Suddenly he didn't seem as stiff as he did at the funeral.

"Tell Namjoon I'm coming. I just had to see an old friend before we left." Jimin told Jungkook with a small pat to his shoulder. Nodding, Jungkook waved you goodbye before disappearing to go find said Namjoon person. "I have to go but, uh, can I have your number? I can text you tomorrow so we can meet up and have lunch or something. Catch up."

Your pink lips parted a bit at his offer considering he didn't even look your way last time you saw him, but this was a chance you didn't want to miss out on. You nodded at your old friend then exchanged numbers with him before he turned to walk away from you.

"Jimin!" taking one step forward towards him, he stopped walling and turned to face you at the sound of your voice calling his name. "Yoongi," you started softly. "Is he okay?"

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath at your question. Now he was facing you again but this time he seemed a bit tense with your question. He couldn't say much, it wasn't his place to. But he nodded anyway. "Sure. He's okay. He just... He isn't the same guy he was back then when we were kids. He's seen some shit. Done some shit. We both have. Bad shit. He's just had it a bit worse. But I know he misses you."

Maybe now you could finally have some answers about where they were and what he meant when saying him and Yoongi had done some bad things. All those questions you stopped asking so long ago came back to mind. There was just so much you needed to know.

You nodded lightly. "You said we'll meet up tomorrow. Does that mean you're back home to stay?"

"For now," Jimin bit his bottom lip at his words. He paused for a brief moment before continuing. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You nodded at him one last time before watching as Jimin walked away finally to go find those he came here with. You felt sad watching him go, but you also were excited to see him again tomorrow.

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