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【 lee do-hyun //. cis man //. he/him 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… KANG MIN-JAE into The Hub. You are registered to be THIRTY-ONE and have been given citizenship for THIRTY-ONE YEARS under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be OBSERVANT & MORBID. Please confirm that you are CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the SHABIRU as an ASSASSIN || TOKYO TRAUMA TEAM as a GENERAL SURGEON. We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are STARING AT THE DARK CIRCLES UNDER YOUR EYES EVERY MORNING; STARING INTO THE EYES OF BOTH HADES AND GAIA; CLEANING BLOOD OFF YOUR HANDS EVERY SINGLE DAY; IN SEARCH OF MEANING. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to JOHN WICK (JOHN WICK), DEXTER MORGAN (DEXTER), SHUNTARO CHISHIYA (ALICE IN BORDERLAND), JOO YEO-JEONG (THE GLORY). ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay.

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Trigger warning: child abandonment, assassination, quite detailed description of death, blood.

The first memory you can recall is the experience of how the cold can lick your bones & gnaw at your skin. It’s how you gasp for air, only for it to freeze your lungs — you’re not older than a year, and the falling snow starts to become a little too heavy for you to lift your fingers. That’s when you close your eyes, exhausted and hopeless.

It all comes back to you in your dreams from time to time. Sometimes, you’re unsure if it really happened, or if it’s always been just a nightmare to follow you everywhere you go. You must’ve been too little to be aware of this one fateful night in the street, but you’ve heard many stories & you do celebrate your birthday in January — that’s when they found you & brought you back to life after countless nights of fever and rivers of medicine; it surely was a battle. They said it was the first sign you’d be a fierce fighter too.

II.

“You’re not good enough,” they said, and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Just like everyone else, you go through the training – no questions asked. And you’d never even dare to ask – you like it. It keeps you occupied, it makes you feel valuable – even in setbacks, you’d be happy to spend hours at the training ground, going through one task over & over again. But these words felt, indeed, like a failure: not as good as everyone else, you might as well go back to the streets you came here from.

You soon learn they’re not thinking about letting you go; they see something completely different in you: you’re calculated. Methodical. Meticulous. And while dancing with knives might not be the perfect path to choose, there’s another place for you – clinical precision and a detached emotional distance. The greatest weapons you can wield.

III.

One more memory to keep you at night and confuse you in your drowsy state: your first kill. It was the first and, simultaneously, the last one to leave some spots of blood on the wooden floor. It wasn’t as clean as you wanted it to be, and you were scolding yourself in your mind and as you watched life leave their eyes.

You leave little room for error: even after they take their last breath, you still take a moment to check their pulse, assess the severity of their injury; you check the clock and make sure when’s the right time to leave – you’ve already planned this, and it means you must close the door behind you in twenty seconds. And you do, as well as lose the jacket of the hotel concierge.

No one ever thinks to suspect you, to think of you as a murderer — you’re a reputable surgeon, why would they think that? All of you, who work at this medical center — you’re all a bit strange, especially surgeons. Your talent and smile disguises everything.

IV.

The other side of you requires meticulous planning as well — it’s as if you purposefully chose the life of never ending checklists, & preparations. After your first surgery, you stare at your hands, painted in red – you feel your colleagues touching your shoulders, congratulating you, but you’re focused on the blood, slowly dripping between your fingers.

One of them – takes lives, another – brings them back to Earth. Every day, they both go through the same routine with some exceptions, because you always wanted to save people. Are these, who die because of your touch, considered human if they’re the destroyers of peace? It’s a thought you bring with you to bed, and, every night, it sleeps on the pillow next to you.

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Headcanons:

Left in the streets of Tokyo in the middle of winter, he was found, adopted and raised by the Shabiru. He was and is happy with the way he grew up and never even tried to look for his biological family.

He decided he’d become a doctor when he was twelve, and would spend hours studying after he was done with training. Since the older Shabiru noticed his talents and interests, his studious nature was being encouraged and, in a way, became a part of his training.

Yes, he’s not as good at weaponry and combat as others in the Shabiru, but he’s still highly trained, skilled, & deadly – especially compared to an average person. However, when it comes to his assassination techniques, it requires meticulous planning & surveillance. He uses his medical knowledge to get his targets killed in a way it’d seem to be a natural death — a heart attack or a stroke. Never leaves blood behind him, all he tries to bring with him is a needle and / or some meds. If needed, he can use his other skills too, but he never had to. Not yet, at least.

Has his own code of ethics and tries to target individuals whom he believes deserve punishment for their own crimes & actions. A bit of moral ambiguity, of course. Especially knowing it’s not always ‘the bad guys’ Shabiru is going against.

A survivor since childhood, to this day he’s still all about survival. Yet sometimes he does grapple with the ethical implications of his actions, especially when there’s someone he’s already saved that has to be his next target.

Approaches his work with a sense of professionalism – both in the hospital as well as when it comes to the Shabiru matters.

Sleeps way too little :’) Catch him roaming the streets of Tokyo at night.

Wanted connections:

Older Shabiru, who were the ones to save and raise him. Basically, parental figures. Would love this to be a close & nice relationship. Can possibly imagine Min-jae being ready to finally face his past and start raising questions about where and when he was found, and why he was chosen to be saved.

Someone from Sōwakatsu-kai who’s coming after him. Many reasons for it, one of them being the simple fact that Shabiru & Sōwakatsu-kai kind of hate each other. But I’d love this antagonistic dynamic.

Colleagues at the Tokyo Trauma Center. Obviously, they don't know about his involvement with the Shabiru – but does he seem odd to them because of his reluctance to speak about his childhood & youth? Is his mysterious and secretive nature quite weird to them? Possibly. Or maybe they’re fascinated? Maybe they don’t care? Lots of possibilities, I think!

Other Shabiru. Are they close? Are they rivals? Do they annoy each other? Did they grow up together? Once again, lots of ideas!

Friends, enemies, ex lovers, etc — anything and everything! Let’s plot!

#min-jae >> intro #anarchicintro.#ok this time i tried to proof read but honestly..... this might still have a million typos and mistakes so forgive me

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itsjustrosee · 1 month

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hiiii idk really what to call you bc yeah anyways i have a request fir u but feel free to take ur time with it idm at all seeing as ur blog is relatively new and u probably have a bunch of asks and stuff because ur first two fics were absolute masterpieces like literally anyways im rambling im so sorry uh

(u can skip that part) So my request is basically where minho and fem!reader are really good friends and shes like a track-hoe and basically has a really flirty personality so she flirts with all her friends and minho always gets flustered uh or something like that and one time he sees her flirting with idk one of the gladers and he gets jealous thinking that shes dating (said glader) and then she confronts him about it and they kiss and live happily ever after :D

sorry this is super long and confusing dont rush to do it take ur time !!

Ok I'm honestly getting so impressed with these requests, they are so thought out and unique and I'm literally living for it. Btw my name is Rosalyn so feel free to call me that or sometimes I go by rose but address me however you'd like <3 Anyways thank you so much for the request and all of the praise, I appreciate it sm!!

Anyways, this was a super cute prompt idea I absolutely love it, so I hope you enjoy!

JEALOUS (Minho x fem!reader)

Context: pre Thomas, read above for summary ^

Warnings: spice

Word count: 4K

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

When you arrived in the glade being a girl, it was quite a surprise for everyone.

Most of the boys tried to be pretty accepting, and after a while, you managed to get along really well with everyone. But if you're being honest, it was all due to your rather, flirty, personality.

That, however, you can't really be blamed for. I mean, you couldn't help it, it was just the way that you were!

It did, however, prove to be a slight problem during your first few months in the glade. You can't blame the rest of the boys for taking your subtle flirty gestures the wrong way, if you were them, you'd probably take the things that you said the wrong way too. So by no means was it their fault for thinking you liked them. But unfortunately, you never reciprocated their feelings, which only confused them more.

Anyways, the first person to understand this was Newt. He was always okay with your overly friendly personality and never actually got the wrong idea from you. That's probably why he became your first friend in the glade, and why when he said you should become a track hoe, you accepted his offer immediately. He, along with the rest of the track hoes' were rather chill and you enjoyed spending time with all of them.

You would consider yourself the closest with them out of all the other people in the glade, so you often hung out with them during the bonfires and dinner. However, you were relatively close with just about every boy in the glade, given your personality, but regardless, you naturally gravitated towards everyone.

It took a couple months for everyone to come to terms with your behavior and rather flirtatious personality, so after about five months, everything was going pretty smoothly. Under the given circumstances and all. Being trapped in a maze was by no means easy, but you were making the most of it. You had developed a good daily routine, and you can only imagine without the structure you and the other gladers had built for themselves, you all would've gone mad by now.

Part of your routine was waking up early. Alby had made Gally and the other builders build you a hut for obvious reasons, and Gally was happy to do it if it meant getting on your good side. You enjoyed the privacy from the rest of the boys but since you had a hut, you had a bed. A bed that was impossible for you to force yourself out of in the morning. After a couple weeks though, you got into the right mindset and started waking up right when the sun started peaking over the maze walls.

You woke up early so you could get a head start with some of the work in the garden. This meant you just spent a bit of extra time plucking out weeds and getting extra fertilizer from the deadheads. You did this to lightly the load that you and the rest of the track hoes' had to do, and you also did it because you just enjoyed being productive.

But one of the secret advantages of waking up early to tend to the garden was seeing the runners leave right when the maze doors opened. You took the brief amount of time they had before leaving to talk to them because they were all very busy people, and getting any opportunity to have a quick chat with them mattered to you. Especially because it meant you got to talk to Minho.

You never admitted it to anyone, but Minho was one of the only boys in the glade that you actually felt attracted to. You couldn't quite understand why, but you always felt drawn to him.

Maybe it was because he was held so high by all the gladers, even though none of them were ever able to talk to him because of how busy his schedule was. He was in the maze all day and when he finally returned from a long day of working to find a way out of the maze for himself and everyone else in the glade, he would be in the maze room. He was working, constantly. Which is why you felt special whenever you had the chance to talk to him. Even if it was just for a couple seconds.

Or maybe you liked him because he still got flustered whenever you talked to him. You would always try to be as respectful towards him as possible, but your flirtatiousness always found a way to shine through. And he seemed to be the only boy who hadn't gotten over how flirty you were, even though every other boy knew that that was just the way you were.

Needless to say, you had a pretty big crush on him, one that you tried your hardest to deny. But you really couldn't help it, which is why you chose to become friends with him. You decided to settle with that because you were sure he wasn't interested in being anything more. Even though Newt often tended to think otherwise.

But you still couldn't help but think that it was just so cute how whenever you talked to him he would fumble over his words, or get as red as the tomatoes you were tending to whenever you even touched him.

However, whenever Minho acted all flustered like this, he would curse at himself relentlessly, wondering why he was as awkward as he was whenever he was near you.

The truth is, he had been down horrendously for you the second Alby pulled you out of the box. At first, he chalked it up to you just being the only girl and well, he couldn't exactly remember the last time he had seen one of those. But as the weeks went on, his feelings for you only deepened. He never saw a point in telling you because every boy who confessed his 'love' to you got rejected. Part of that made him feel glad though because he knew that just about none of the boys in the glade were good enough for you, and he felt happy knowing you would never like any of them. But the downside to that was Minho thinking that he would never have a chance with you.

That never stopped him from wanting to talk to you though. He would purposely make sure to stop by the garden to talk to you before he headed into the maze. Whenever you weren't in the garden, he would check the deadheads to see if you were there. Once he found you, he would make some excuse by saying he was just taking a walk in the woods to clear his head before going into the maze.

He really didn't know why talking to you mattered to him so much, but it just did. And today was no different.

You were nealing down next to garden beds that Gally and some of the others had just built. It was a relatively new addition to the garden and you had just finished filling them with soil and fertilizer yesterday. So you were eager to begin planting some of the last remaining seeds that were sent up from the box into the beds.

You could always tell when a month would pass by when you ran out. The box always sent up a certain amount of seedlings and by the time you ran out, a month would pass and the box would come back up, providing you with another month's worth. So as you planted the last seed in the pouch, you knew that in a few hours, a new greenie would appear from the box, symbolizing the start/ end of yet another month in the glade.

You stood up, dusting off your knees as you congratulated yourself on your wonderful planting skills. But your eyes wandered away from the garden and onto Minho, who was now walking your way. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw him. He arrived slightly earlier than normal because you noticed that you hadn't seen any of the other runners with him, but you also knew it would only be a few minutes until they came to join him.

Minho mentally prepared himself while he walked up to you, telling himself that he was going to be normal today, and he wasn't going to start stuttering like an idiot.

At least that's what he tried telling himself as he approached you, clearing his throat, "Hey (Y/N)," Minho said while resting his hands on that runner's vest he always wore on top of his signature blue shirt which complimented each of the defined muscles on his chest.

"Hi, Minho." You said with a smile on your face that couldn't help but make Minho blush. "What brings you out so early? The maze doors don't open for another five minutes don't they?" You questioned. You had gotten pretty good at telling time around the glade, even without a watch like Minho.

"Oh yeah, I just thought that maybe I'd get over here a little earlier," Minho said with an awkward chuckle as he tried to smile back at you.

"Ah, I see," you said before continuing, "Is it cause you wanted to spend a little extra time talking to me?" You said with a giggle, trying to make a little light-hearted joke as you stared up at Minho with puppy dog eyes.

Minho however, did not take this as a joke. He began blushing, hard. "Oh no that's not why- wait no that's not what I meant. Like I love talking to you but that's not why-" Before Minho could continue to embarrass himself further, you cut him off.

"Minho I was just joking." You said with a laugh, trying your best to reassure him because clearly, he was mentally freaking out. You couldn't get over how cute he was when he was like this. You were always so used to seeing him act serious and stoic in every other situation, but whenever it came to you, he was a mess.

"Yeah- right. Of course." Minho said awkwardly, trying his hardest to laugh off the situation. He felt his cheeks heat up as you continued to look at him for a moment while taking off your gardening gloves. He couldn't help but take the time to admire you and the features on your face while you did so.

You had your hair tied into a loose braid that was slung over your shoulder and onto your chest. His eyes glanced up and down your body to see that you were wearing a pair of low-rise jean shorts paired with a V-neck shirt that clung to your curves and exposed your chest slightly.

You noticed his eyes drift to your chest and laughed silently to yourself but didn't say anything else to him. You normally didn't mind having the boys in the glade stare at you because, at this point, it was to be expected. But you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as Minho looked at you, and you couldn't help but feel happy that you decided to wear this shirt today.

"If it makes you feel any better, I love talking to you too Minho." You joked, even though you definitely meant it. Your voice broke the slightly awkward silence that had filled the air while you put your hand on his bicep. No matter how many times you've made this gesture toward Minho, it never fails to surprise you with how firm his muscles are. It also never failed to make Minho physically stiffen and make his mind go completely blank.

You absentmindedly began softly rubbing Minho's bicep with your thumb. You were genuinely curious about how he had gotten this strong. Was it all the running he did? Did they have weights in the glade that you just didn't know about? You weren't quite too sure what it was but you were loving it.

You snapped out of your thoughts though as you saw the other runners approaching the garden. You looked back up at Minho with a soft smile as you took your hand off of him, "Well I hope you have a good run today Minho." You said while trying to snap him out of whatever trance you'd unknowingly put him in.

"Thanks," Minho said. At least he didn't stutter while getting that out, but then again, he only said one word. But it was a new record nonetheless.

You greeted the other runners with a smile and a wave while Minho's feet stayed planted in front of you, unable to move.

"We'll meet you at the doors Minho." Ben said as he and the others jogged past you and him, snickering at the whole situation.

You stared at him again for another moment, expecting him to move but something in him couldn't. "You should probably catch up with them right?" You ask him, hoping that you didn't just cause the glades best runner to short-circuit just because you touched his bicep.

"Right, yeah- yeah you're right," Minho said while letting out a soft chuckle.

"Be careful alright? I'll talk to you later." You told Minho as you patted him on the back while he began to walk past you.

"Okay yeah. Talk to you later." Minho said, still very flustered about what had just happened. He was still trying to process it all because even though you had been touchy with him before, it was never like this. There was something very different about it this time. He thought about it for the rest of the day while he was running in the maze, and even when he came back and ate dinner.

While Minho was showering before heading to the bonfire, he couldn't help but wonder if you also felt it, if you also felt the same energy in the air that he felt. Or if he was just overthinking an exchange between the both of you that hadn't even lasted more than five minutes.

The truth was that he wasn't the only one whose mind kept racing back to that moment.

You couldn't stop thinking about it either and it was distracting you this entire day. You didn't know what was so different about it this time, but you could feel something shift between you and Minho during that simple exchange. You brushed it off as much as you could and decided to turn your focus on showing the new greenie around.

He seemed to have taken quite a liking to you and was practically following you around 24/7, which you didn't mind too much. He seemed like a sweet kid who was around your age, behaving toward you the same way every other boy had toward you in the glade at one point or another.

As the day continued, the bonfire began and you found a seat with a group of about ten people, the greenie being one of them. He chose the seat right next to you and after a couple drinks, he had his arm around you. In your eyes, it really wasn't that big a deal. You thought it was sweet that he was opening up so soon, and you had to admit he was pretty funny. You couldn't help but laugh at a lot of his jokes.

But Minho wasn't too big a fan of how the new guy clung to you. While everyone gathered at the bonfire he couldn't help but notice how the very obviously drunk boy, had his arm around your shoulder and it was driving him crazy. He had been hearing whispers from the other gladers about how you were going to start dating him and the mere thought of it made Minho's blood boil. Even though all the comments that had been made about you and the greenie were jokes because everyone knew you well enough to know you were just being friendly, Minho didn't know that.

You were in the middle of a conversation with the new guy and the rest of the group when you spotted Minho walking in your direction. At first, you got excited, you had been waiting to talk to Minho this whole day. But then you looked at him and noticed the stern, almost angry expression he had on his face. Your confusion only grew as he stopped right in front of you, his build towering over you as you stared back up at him.

"Hey, can we talk for a second?" Minho said through gritted teeth. The amount of anger in his voice was prominent, and you couldn't lie, it was kind of hot. Minho was not a hot-headed person, so seeing him be anything other than stoic or flustered was new for you.

"Uh sure, is everything alright?" You ask with genuine concern. You didn't know what could've gotten Minho this angry so you were relatively worried.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just- can you come with me?" Minho said quickly, and it was obvious to you that it, whatever 'it' even was, was not fine. You took Minho's hand anyway as he helped you up from your seat.

Everyone in the group was staring at you, just as confused as you were while you told them you'd be back soon. You shot the greenie a wave and you could've sworn you saw Minho roll his eyes and scoff as you did so.

Minho led you to the edge of the deadheads and stopped by a nearby tree. There was silence between the both of you and you were waiting for Minho to say something. When he didn't, you spoke instead, "So what is this all about?"

Minho crossed his arms as he began to reply, you couldn't help but notice fury in his eyes as he spoke, "I should be asking you that."

"What?" You questioned, slightly dumbfounded and slightly confused by Minho's harsh tone. He'd never spoken to you in such a way, so now you were really racking your brain trying to figure out what you could've done to piss him off so much.

"Oh don't pull that oblivious klunk with me (Y/N)." Minho sneered.

"I'm not acting oblivious, I don't know what you're talking about, seriously." You said while putting your hands up in surrender, and it was the truth, you really didn't know what he was talking about.

"I'm talking about you and the greenie. How you guys were all over each other. Are you dating him or something?" Minho spits out, venom and jealousy lacing his words.

You couldn't help but laugh as he said this but you quickly realized he was being serious. "Wait you're kidding, right? Me and the greenie? No Minho he's just a friend." You said in an attempt to reassure him.

"Well, it didn't look like you were just friends. Not by the way he had his arm around you." Minho blurted out.

"Are you getting jealous Minho?" You asked with a grin on your face. Minho stayed silent for a moment after you asked, so you spoke again, "Why would you care anyway? It's not like you like me like that or anything." Annoyance in your voice this time. Who was he to act so pissed off about it if he didn't even like you?

"Who said I didn't?" Minho questioned while staring dead at you.

Now it was your turn to be silent.

"You like me?" You said as you just stared at Minho for a moment longer, wondering if you had really heard him correctly. A sliver of hope surged through you as you thought of the possibility.

Minho quickly realized what he had just said and just stared at you. Did he really just say that? Why did he just say that? His words got stuck in his throat and he stayed quiet.

"Minho answer my question."

"Yes, okay? Yes, I like you. So what if I do? Are you going to reject me the same way you reject every other boy?" Minho asked with genuine curiosity.

Before you or he could say anything else, you kissed him.

You hadn't even realized how long you had been waiting to kiss Minho ever since you laid your eyes on him. But as your lips merged into his perfectly, it all just felt right.

Minho melted into your touch as you wrapped both of your arms around his neck and he pulled you in as he placed both of his arms around your waist. The kiss you both shared was gentle yet passionate as you fell deeper and deeper into his warm embrace.

You pulled away for a moment to look Minho in the eyes, "I like you too Minho." You said with a warm smile that almost made him pass out. Minho's heart melted as he heard those words come out of your mouth. They were what he'd dreamed you you eventually say to him, and he couldn't think of anything else to do at that moment than to kiss you again.

The kiss between the both of you deepened and only became more sloppy and desperate as if the both of you couldn't get enough of each other. You allowed his tongue to enter your mouth and taste every bit of you. You could tell that he must've had some muscle memory from his life before the maze because he definitely knew what he was doing as his tongue wrestled against yours.

Minho pushed you onto a nearby tree and moved one of his hands from your waist and to your ass. You moaned softly into his mouth as he did so and you pushed yourself into him further, which only caused Minho to harden against you.

"Oh, there you guys are. I assumed you guys got everything settled?" Newt asked as he interrupted you and Minho. You both pulled away for the second time, breathlessly, and stared at him for a moment.

"Oh yeah- everythings um, settled. I guess." Minho said while turning around to face Newt. Newt gave you a look and you just gave a thumbs up and an awkward smile back to him.

"Alright well, I just wanted to let you know (Y/N) that the greenie was wondering where you were," Newt said with a smirk while scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, well- just tell him I'm busy or something." You replied hastily. You had waited long enough to let Minho know how you felt and you wanted nothing more than to turn all of your attention back to him now. Minho looked at you and grinned, obviously very pleased with your response.

"Will do," Newt said as he began to walk away and back up to the bonfire to join everyone else. You blushed as you put your hands up to your face and buried your head into Minho's chest.

"God that was so embarrassing." You said, your words muffled in the fabric of Minho's t-shirt.

"Oh come on there's nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything it's good that that shuckin' greenie'll get the message." Minho cooed as he wrapped one arm around your back and used his other hand to stroke your hair. He planted a kiss on your forehead as you took your hands away from your face and wrapped them around Minho's waist. You looked up at him again with a goofy grin on your face, which only made Minho grin at you back, "What, what is it?" He chuckled.

"You never struck me as the jealous type." You stated while tilting your head slightly before continuing, "Not like there's anything wrong with that though."

Minho only smiled back at you and brought his lips to yours once more, holding you in his arms as if he found the one thing that he wanted to hold onto for the rest of his life.

alright yall here is yet another Minho fic

I hope you guys liked it and tysm @minhoshotharness for the request!! It was so fun to write and I hope that you liked what I did with the concept.

plzplzplzplz keep sending me these requests guys, I literally LOVE writing them

#minho the maze runner #minho tmr #minho tmr x reader #the maze runner #tmr fandom #tmr fanfic #tmr #minho x reader #x reader #minho fic #minho x you #minho fluff

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trashbins-stuff · 6 months

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Hello. I have seen that you have been tagged by @neobixiscool on one of their posts. I am planning to make a rant post on them. If you can provide some background info and your side of the story, that would be great. If you feel uncomfortable discussing this, that's ok. Have a good day/evening.

rub hands together like flies. my time has come/silly 😋😋

and thank you for coming to me :3 i appreciate it/gen also i get to go all cabby on this hehe

oh and, im not really hurt-hurted by them, i feel like mocha (mochablogger), liam (moonmxple) and mac (blairdrawzstuff) are most affected. They did have a book with my character in it but in a different universe or something (without my consent nor credit btw). Anyway under the cut is my observant. Honestly i think i might have jsut make the rant post for you lmao hrgbnhe 😭😭

the background/before:

mocha was working on a little story and xe said we could be in it! so obviously me and my friends signed up for the fun, not really expecting anything, the story was called "The Traumatized Cup", thats when we first meet him.

In one of the chapter mocha had introduced rubix, at first i didnt really think much about him, i was just aware of his presence, i do notice him and mocha started to become friends and i thought that was great :)

something that you should probably contact cuppy for more info:

so rubix (or according to rubix, "jasp" was roleplaying) and mocha were friends on facebook, and they roleplayed there i think, this i just know but apparently he said crap about liam (mocha's platonic partner and my best friend). Mocha is very sensitive and even in roleplay xe's still uncomfortable with what rubix said

"bezel's" divorce headcanon (and possible influence on further problems):

i heard people talked about it but never knew where it came from, but thne i found out and,,

tdlr; 1st one is about mocha and rubix, i dont know if mocha consent to it. 2nd one is uh a bit weird i i guess like he could have ask facemoji to make another one ;-;. 3rd ah yes the divorce that i had heard about!/vneg

rubix said bezel forced him into making the 1st one, even if thats true, rubix said the divorce was bezel's headcanon but hes the one that decided to post the 3rd one ("okay i asked facemoji again..")

seem kinda sus not gonna lie..but what do i nose right :-)

bezel probably influence more but even after all these months im still not sure if he really did do those things, idk lul, it is pretty weird that bezel's blog was a sideblog though (liam told me)

heres a bunch of words with link attach, those r my opinions lmao:

these u can just click to read so i hope thats okay

on wattpad he have a book in which he painted mocha, hazel and blair as manipulative (admittedly his writing was good, he could have used it for something different though)

he also uses some of our characters (such as mocha cuppy, hazel, blair, harp, blueberry, winter, bin (mine btw), seedling, galaxy journal,...etc) he did the delete that book tho, anyway heres more screenshot proof (credit @moonmxple )

mocha asked liam and neobix said its cringe

i remember this one also

the one where he tried to ban pet name and online dating (in 2023) (check the comment and other reblogs also theres alot, its practically a goldmine/silly)

and can i say he barely knows our friend group? like sure he knows mocha but hes trying to fit into our group (very poorly)

please read what cass wrote in the comment (thanks cass for speaking out about it ily)

the ask i sent him

NOT to get all bitchy here but mocha blocked you therefore you literally dont appear anywhere on xer dash, you're out of xer life and xe had no reason to pester you, not everything has to be about mocha. You guy's relationship (or supposedly lack there of) had change but honestly? thats okay they dont have to like the same people that they liked yesterday. You might think you know that's them but it wasnt, mocha in real life is kinder and better than the version inside of your head and they're happier now and its so sad that you cant see (because you're blocked)

and again, not everything has to be about YOU

he also made it all about HIM like excuse me ???? can i not complain for little bit without you coming in and nag about your problem ??? if you're suffering go talk to someone dont talk to online strangers ??? :)))???????

bro cant even read a long paragraph post like go back to elementary school lmao, also reporting ppl just because they use their right to not forgive you is such a sore loser move, it make you sound like petty six year old (also max be spitting facts tho)

bro brought out HIS right (reporting mocha, which he actually cant do if he doesnt have a valid reason) while ignore MOCHA's right (not forgiving him, which isnt a valid reason for him to report xem). The definition of petty is literally complain way too much about unimportant things that could have and should have ended already

"you dont have to relate to everything you see on the internet, somethings are simply not about you" :)

did you know that to report someone you have to click alot of buttons??

common salad W <3333

oh yeah, this doesnt have links but jasp/neobix is being so casual abt bezel's death but also uses it as a way to make people feel bad for getting upset with what he did

Sorry for playing the dickhead role, but you wouldn't be laughing if you knew how we felt about every single one of you. (why it sound serious all the sudden lol)

why i still doubt (uh and heads up, galaxy brush, kodu, cuppy,..others who think @/rubixisanidi0t was saying the truth, im not saying he isnt but you cant blame me for not trusting can you? please skip this part if you're sensitive):

naw so if this was suppose to be jasp then whats jasp motive lmao :/..he dont gain anything from this + who tell people their secret plan publicly?? + how did jasp know about rubixs hallucination?? rubix please dont tell such personal things to jsut your friends and please just talk to an adult in real life. And jasp, dont let these kind of things on the internet its not safe/srs

this is just straight up weird and also why did neobix/jasp said "old friend" like hes rubix?? when he supposedly told rubix and i quote "yeah.. Soo.... This person named @/mochablogger seemed like some cool person, and when I tried to talk with them... Nothing happened, so when I figured they didn't care... It all happened at once." neobix/jasp and mocha werent even friend to begin with why was he SO obssess over getting mochas forgiveness when they supposedly barely interact much??

aint it a bit weird how this is supposedly jasp/neobix but why would they make this video??? it???doesnt make any sense?? and like were rubix and jasp still good friend??? why wood bezel make jasp of all people do it??? unless yk

HOL UP, WAIT A MINUTE..if rose jelly dated rubix but rubix tunred out to be jasp then..WHO IS ROSE JELLY ACTUALLY DATING??????

if @/neobixiscool is suppose to be jasp then how did he get a screenshot for a show rubix was making???

i translated it and head up. it has death threat in it

you know, if someone stole my account and ruin my reputation i wouldnt be following them and be mutuals with them :)

i appreciate him saying hell save us but like..why would @/neobixiscool linked the real rubix's yt and discord knowing full well that the real rubix was there and could told joiners the truth??? that seem kinda dumb ngl also on the channel you can find a video called "waitng for forgiveness" which @/neobixiscool had talked about. and lets do a bit of timing here, if rubix really was telling the truth and havent been on social media since his alst post on @/rubixcuix (last posted in august) and the divorce arc and the roleplay thing and EVERYTHING had started in september, and if the yt belonged to rubix, then he shouldnt have known that mocha didnt forgive him and make that video????? bc he wasnt suppose to be there since august??? bc if anything he shouldnt be waiting for forgiveness bc if jasp really did steal his tumblr account then its not his fault?? like i find it absoltuely HILARIOUS that the evidence agaisnt what rubix said was on both the account @/neobixiscool AND @/rubixisanidi0t's PINNED post?? and it boggles my mind how no one talks abt this???/lh/nm i mean its quite obvious maybe im jsut really observant though idk

if you got your account stolen and jasp supposedly brought back a wattpad book, i dont think you should be continuing it?? and didnt you said your reported him on wattpad?? on the same account where the book is?? why are you acting like "yes i did promise them this and im fully aware of what happen even though i supposedly havent been here since august and i will continue this book" has it hit you?

uh yeah so these are just my silly little takes, but hey! what do i nose? :-)

#drama #my take on the drama is very fun hehe :) i had fun writing this #anyway thanks for reading my thoughts lul hope you have a great dayyyy <3

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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Stuck on This Impossible Road - A letter to Eddie Munson

Massive Stranger Things Season 4 Volume 2 Spoilers Ahead

Summary - Writing a letter to Eddie after the events of Season 4 Volume 2

Warnings - So much angst and rambling, not beta read or proof read

Word Count - 1.5k

A/N - This is something I wrote yesterday after finishing volume 2 and I thought it was good and I wanted to share it (more notes at the end), enjoy :)

Masterlist - Taglist

Hey there, I don’t actually know what I’m doing or how I’m supposed to do this but Dustin suggested this might help, but quite honestly just the thought of writing you something makes me start crying all over again.

Again

Like I ever managed to stop.

I can’t close my eyes without seeing you. Without seeing your face as you lay in my arms. I swear I can still feel your blood on my hands, between my fingers as I desperately tried to stop the bleeding. No matter how much I try to wash it off, the feeling just won’t go away.

I can picture it so clearly now, but in that moment I was frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything but just hold you and tell you it was going to be ok.

But it’s not ok, nothing is ok. We had to leave your body behind, Dustin and Steve had to force me off you because I refused to let go. I was screaming and crying, trying to drown it all out. I had to leave you, but I still can’t let you go. I’m sorry.

I am so so sorry Eddie. I’ll never be able to forgive myself. I never should have gone back through the gate, I should have stayed with you, I should have been faster. I should have fought for you the same way I knew you did what you did to fight for me.

There are so many things I should have done.

Why did you have to be brave? Why did you have to go back? Why did you cut the rope, why didn’t you let me help you? Why did that have to be the last time you said ‘I love you’?

You’ve left me with so many unanswered questions, so many things you never told me and now you never will.

Just a week ago we had been sitting in the cafeteria together, probably talking about something stupid. You’d throw a pretzel at me like you always did. That feels like forever ago now that I’m sitting here alone, by myself.

Why did you have to leave me?

Hawkins has gone crazy, whatever happened has been explained away with a large scale earthquake and most people are packing up their cars and leaving, if they haven’t already left.

The school has been turned into a shelter, they're trying to house and help as many people as they can, but it’s not easy. There is a wall up for missing persons, I saw your picture up there. Wayne must have pit it up.

I haven’t seen Wayne yet, I don’t think I could do it. Not yet anyway. Dustin offered to tell him, but I don’t know if that would be fair.

Everything has been so different since we came back. The Hawkins we knew is gone, and so are you. I almost keep expecting y ou to appear any second now. With your stupid smile and soft eyes. Like it was all some stupid horrible prank done in typical Eddie Munson fashion.

God what I wouldn’t give to see that stupid smile of yours just one more time. I would trade all my tomorrows just so we could have one last yesterday together. We could do anything, go anywhere. But something tells me that we would still spend the day on the old worn out couch in the trailer. Maybe you’d drive us down to lovers lake, but all that would matter is that you’d be there with me.

Speaking of the trailer, it’s mostly gone. Only a couple of pieces of it remained after what happened. That trailer which felt more like home than anywhere I had ever been before. The kitchen that was lined with mugs you and Wayne collected over the years. Your room which you stuffed to the brim with music one might call eclectic.

It’s gone, just like the rest of you. There are still remnants of you left behind, shirts I stole from you still lie around my room. The latest mixtapes you made me still sitting in my walkman. And I am still here.

I have so many questions, so many possibilities. But they’ll never be answered, never be realised.

Why did you have to die, just to leave me to live? Because now I’ll spend the rest of my life dying a little bit every single day until there is nothing left of who I used to be.

You sacrificed yourself for your friends, for me, for the kids, for hellfire. Even for the daft little town of Hawkins that cast you aside. That told you that you were nothing, a freak, a loner, an outcast.

I just wish that instead of

I wish they had gotten the opportunity to know you. To really know you. The way I know you, the way Dustin knows you, the way Wayne knows you.

Maybe things would be different if they did. Maybe more people would have defended you. But it’s not different. This is somehow all real. You’re not here and that’s real. And it’s not just some horrible nightmare I’m going to wake up from.

You would always comfort me when I had them. You’d hold me and tell me it would be ok. And as long as you were there it was ok. I tried to hold you and tell you it was ok, I guess we both saw how that turned out.

But you’re not here to help me through the worst nightmare of them all. We can’t even put up a gravestone for you. It’s like you never existed, you’ve been replaced by someone else. The someone they wanted you to be, that you refused to give into being.

You’re not here to hold my hand, to kiss my cheek, to brush stray hairs out of my face, to tell me you love me.

And most importantly, you’re not here to tell me how I am supposed to live without you. Why wasn’t it me? Why couldn’t it have been me?

I know why it couldn’t have been me, you would never have let me. You would have found a way to stop me, so why couldn’t I find a way to stop you?

Everything is so hopeless without you, so empty. I don’t know where I belong anymore. I am totally lost without you, stuck in this big mess you managed to leave behind when you left.

I don’t know which way is home when you’re not here, because you finally got the chance of being the hero you always wanted to be. But no one will ever know of your sacrifice, of your bravery. There will be no flowers left at a newly polished grave stone.

I am left here without you, and a part of me hates you for it. But deep down I know that feeling simply comes from the desperation I am feeling, the longing I feel. The feeling of missing you is going to gnaw at me until there is nothing left of me.

I don't want to write about you anymore Eddie, I don't want these words to exist on these pages. I want you to be here so I wouldn't have to write all of this.

Dustin has your guitar pick, I thought it was best to let him have something. The kid really cared about you, you’re a hero to him.

And I have your rings, they’re currently sitting on my desk next to that picture we took last spring break. I can’t stand to put them on just yet, it’ll remind me too much of the times you would let me have one when I was anxious and needing something to fidget with.

I don’t know what I am saying anymore, if any of this makes any sense. If any of it actually has to make any sense. This could just be a letter to try and make sense of all these big complex emotions, it doesn’t have to make any sense.

But I want it to mean something, I want there to be some meaning to all of this. I want there to be some meaning to your death. I don’t want you to just be gone and for it to have meant nothing.

I need to know that you didn’t just leave me on a whim, because I don’t think I would be able to handle that. But you’re also not here to tell me what went through your mind in that moment when you turned around and chose to fight.

And I suppose I never will.

I will just be left here, sitting with these horrible feelings until they eventually wither away with the rest of me.

I didn’t know just how much I needed you here to hold me together until you were gone. There was never any reason for me to believe you wouldn’t be here with me.

Somehow I have to choose to live again, I don’t know how or when or even if at this moment in time. But I suppose it’ll get easier, with time I might be able to heal.

However at the same time that would mean letting you go. It would mean deciding to cut out the part of my heart that belongs to you just so this horrible feeling can finally stop but I keep wondering if it would kill me to not have any part of you left.

The one thing I keep coming back to is how much better my life was with you in it, and I suppose I only have one thing to say for that.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything. For every moment, every smile, every kiss. Thank you for every day we spent together. You showed me that there was so much more to life than I thought was ever possible and there is no way I can ever repay that to you.

I just hope that wherever you are, you know how loved you are. How much I love you. I hope you know how much you meant to everyone around you. How much you meant to me.

Please don’t go starting any trouble without me, I’m still your partner in crime ok? That title is reserved for me and me alone.

I miss you, and I think I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life. And I love you, I love you so much Eddie, I just wish I got one last chance to say it.

A/N - congratulations if you made it through! i know this was messy! so this fic is just kinda all of my emotions that i gathered after finishing volume 2, ive cried a lot and this was my first attempt at trying to heal a little bit, not sure if it worked or not

i got a lot of inspiration from a couple of songs ive been listening to cope, if anyone caught onto the slight give aways in the fic congratulations (including the title)

the songs are home from beetlejuice the musical, stay by gracie abrams, just one yesterday by fallout boy, stoicks ship by john powell if anyone is interested in those

taglist - @pastel-abyss-x @fayetheenthusiast @obi-wanakenobi @starbemo @chloebeansack @a-villain-vying-for-attention @meaganjm @xbreezymeadowsx @prettytoxix @magicalxdaydream @emmaginanni @ghoulsgon3wild-blograveyard @kaydencegilr0y @eateraa @munchabunch @eddie-munsons-girlfriend @emmaginanni @chloebeansack @satorix

mutuals - @uglypastels @catastrofhe @naturallytom

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coldprimavera · 3 years

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Thread by @wwxwashere on Twitter

⚠️ WHAT IS HAPPENING IN BRAZIL: a thread ⚠️

am i going insane or more of the world should care about a country generating covid variants that could spread internationally? right

spoiler alert: covid is killing us. badly. no, it's not this bad everywhere. yes, you should care.

our government is DELIBERATELY and CLEARLY trying to kill us, not only not doing anything but actually trying to stop any help from getting here, with censorship to go with it.

PLEASE, READ RHIS THREAD

it's NOT this bad everywhere:

"No other nation that experienced such a major outbreak is still grappling with record-setting death tolls and a health care system on the brink of collapse."

yes, you SHOULD care:

"Preliminary studies suggest that the variant that swept through the city of Manaus is not only more contagious, but it also appears able to infect some people who have already recovered from other versions of the virus."

you REALLY should care:

"And the variant has slipped Brazil’s borders, showing up in two dozen other countries and in small numbers in the United States."

1 in every 4 covid deaths WORLDWIDE is happening in brazil, INTERNATIONAL MEDIA ISN'T TALKING ABOUT THIS ENOUGH.

our president?

- calling it "a little flu"

- literally making trying to legally stop states from lockdown

- blocked any attempts to get vaccines here for months

- recommended meds with no scientific proof which caused SEVERAL other deaths for overuse of improper meds

he refuses to wear a mask in public but it's not just the things he isn't doing, it's the deliberate steps he takes to make sure ANYONE who tries to do ANYTHING to help (even the US!!!!!!!! OFFERING US VACCINES FOR MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!) is shut down.

we have no oxygen. no ICU beds. no proper masks. basic food is so expensive here the country is falling back to hunger, so whoever is not dying from covid is dying out of starvation or due to the complete and utter collapse of our healthcare system.

if you read the articles i post here you will know brazil has a RECORD of being GREAT in this type of scenario & getting vaccines to everyone fast as fuck.

this is a DELIBERATE ATTEMPT TO KILL US, i couldn't possibly stress that enough.

who is it killing? take a guess.

"The study also found that Black Brazilians were likelier to lose their jobs or face pay cuts than white people during the pandemic. The death rate in poorer cities has been substantially higher than in rich ones."

BY JANUARY OF THIS YEAR the ny times was reporting "The country has not yet approved any of the vaccines on the market."

NOT EVEN APPROVED. ANY. OF THE VACCINES.

this isn't a tragedy, this is our government's plan.

again, why are people not helping? i have no clue.

"On Friday, officials at the World Health Organization called the surge of cases in Brazil deeply troubling and warned that it could wreak havoc well beyond the country’s borders."

censorship? oh yeah, the president's son is trying to silence a guy who made a TWEET calling the president out. & that was only news not a shady unexplainable death bc the guy is famous and rich in the first place.

this is not the only threat he has made, btw. during his CAMPAIGN he said he'd kill people who opposed his government. that is how low we are.

10,3MI brazilians might starve to death and things are only getting worse:

have i proven my point? cuz honestly there is no lack of evidence, but i can go graphic if you need to hear what happens when a patient needs oxygen or an ambulance and our hospitals can't provide it.

no? yeah. better not.

"ok but what can we do"

TALK. ABOUT. THIS.

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS.

WHY IS THIS NOT EVERYWHERE.

WHY IS NOBODY HELPING.

i literally feel crazy, as if this is only happening in my head. every brazilian i know is desperate and nobody cares.

"ok but what else"

we need donations, badly. money for food, masks, literally all supplies. if you are a single person guess what THERE ARE NO ORGANISED WAY TO HELP YET you literally need to find a brazilian or learn portuguese to be able to get to local donations centres.

have i mentioned nobody cares? how is a country going through this massive of a crisis with a government trying to kill and silence us yet there people barely heard about this???? given IT IS CREATING DEADLY VARIANTS THAT ARE SPREADING BEYOND BORDERS

oh my god i feel insane

special call-out for portugal & also the US for fucking us up historically

https://t.co/JQ9LBkfSIV

per request i will make an english speaking video about brazil's covid situation to be posted @ youtube.com/c/AndressaBuss later this week

🌟DONATIONS LINKS🌟

update: if you want to place a donation to @CUFA_Brasil or @maesdafavela i will offer free portuguese-english translations to help with the process.

email me @ [email protected] (i can't keep up with DMs here)

You can also try to finda artists or writers or professionals in brazil and hire them! or tip them a kofi! Or simply search for "brazil" in the search and help out by sending one dollar or two in kofi or gofundmes that will also help brazilians staying safe

i will keep linking more as i find it. donation centre to get basic food to people who need it: https://t.co/gFZdskBE6G

Update: finally managed to get an extensive list of options for donations after over 24hrs trying, from jun last year so some campaigns have ended but there's still plenty to choose from

(again: im available for free translations & help in your donation process if you need it)

just assisted in a R$740 donation process to the above donation centre & i am working on putting together a list of various options for donations as well as brazilian artists who are making emergency commissions :)

im mostly trying to assist people place the donations themselves & when i have to place the donation i offer vast proof (of whatever kind you need) of each transaction

im not a random account with no face behind it, im a broke history teacher who has covid, im trying to help

Thread by @wwxwashere on Twitter

And before i forget:

BOLSONARO GENOCIDA!

#Brazil #Brasil #COVID-19 #USA #Help #Donations #We Need to Talk About #Government #Black Lives Matter #Boost #Signal Boost #Very Important #Donations Links #We Need To Talk About Brazil #Bolsonaro Genocida #long post

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Regarding The Guys In White (FINAL PART!)

Since the Guys in White aren’t a huge presence in “Eye for an Eye” or the rest of the series in Season 3 I might just be able to finish this in one part so wish me luck! I already mentioned part of this anyway in an earlier part of this analysis but yeah, there’s a lot we don’t know about these agents and things even they don’t seem to know either. Still, that’s what we’re here to find out as much as possible!

But first, if you haven’t read the rest of my analysis here are the links to them!

Part 1: https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/675957179159871488/regarding-the-guys-in-white-part-1

Part 2: https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/676128138448748544/regarding-the-guys-in-white-part-2

Part 3: https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/676143957622865920/regarding-the-guys-in-white-part-3

Part 4: https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/676585479837302784/regarding-the-guys-in-white-part-4

I mentioned this out of order, but while the government is usually painted in a bad light they really should have gotten a warrant before trashing Vlad and Danny’s homes. They straight up destroyed Vlad’s castle mansion and he was well within his rights to sue them for negligence and property damage.

The only reason they didn’t do the same to Fenton Works is because it’s in a residential area probably. But even if they had found anything, they wouldn’t be able to use any of it in court against the Fenton’s or Vlad without a warrant and reasonable belief to invade their homes in the first place...

And I mean, I get that it’s just a cartoon but seriously. Do you know of ANY government agency that’s going to act on the claims of a random 14 year old telling them that a BILLIONAIRE has a bunch of illegal ghost stuff in his home?

Honestly, at least they do have reason to believe Jack and Maddie do because there are not only records, but actual proof, witness testimony, and noise complaints filed because they’re not exactly subtle with their ghost research. Besides, it’s clear they actually have been watching the Fenton family and they want access to the only ghost portal they know about, but they don’t know about Vlad’s because he has the resources to hide his lab extremely well so it’s completely off the grid.

Ok, this next part I really don’t get. Why the heck were the GUYS IN WHITE personally in charge of demolishing the Nasty Burger? Is it only because Vlad countered Danny’s claims again by saying it was infected with ectoplasmic radiation?

But still, it seems wrong that the GIW were following Vlad’s orders just because he bought out the place. I mean, wouldn’t he have hired actual construction workers to do this? Or is this actually their day job, breaking stuff? I have no idea...

Also, this might just be me but did anyone else notice how several major events that happened in “The Ultimate Enemy” repeated themselves in this episode alone? For example, I pointed out how Vlad’s new underground lab before his new castle was totaled looks EXACTLY like Future Vlad’s which you can read in more detail about here: https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/668263338465198080/danny-phantom-randomness-vlads-final-mansion-in

So yeah, for one thing, the lab was almost exactly like the one in Dan’s timeline minus the location. But what else happens in this episode? Vlad’s castle gets destroyed because of Danny. And not long after, the Nasty Burger is destroyed too.

Then there’s the fact that this is the first and ONLY time we see Danny overshadow one of Vlad’s duplicates. Thankfully it wasn’t Vlad’s true ghost half or we could have had another Dan on our hands which frankly I would have preferred.

It’s not until the last episode of the series that Danny tries to “get rid of” his ghost powers because he can’t handle the depression anymore which don’t even get me started on how he’d never do that and let’s get back on topic.

Now this is where things get interesting. Or, more like it brings back something else I brought up on how pointless it would be for the Guys In White to originally come to Amity Park to collect a million dollar bounty on Danny Phantom’s capture when later on in season 3 they BUY Fenton Works, lock, stock, and ghost lab.

Oh, which reminds me, it turns out that we DO see the actual amount they were given and it’s...literally an insane amount of money. They paid a Quintillion for it. As in 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 which has 18 zeros in it. A billion dollars only has 9 so...what does that tell us? They paid 4 times more than Vlad has altogether and he’s the richest man in the world! So as brief as it was, this one episode made the Fenton Family richer than Vlad Masters!

Crazy right?

How Many Zeroes Are In Each Amount Of Money:

Ten 1

Hundred 2

Thousand 3

Ten thousand 4

Hundred thousand 5

Million 6

Billion 9

Trillion 12

Quadrillion 15

Quintillion 18

Sextillion 21

Septillion 24

Octillion 27

Nonillion 30

Decillion 33

Googol 100

And just...ugh, this is so wrong to me because Jack and Maddie have NEVER cared about money before because they had to have some kind of funding for their research in the first place. Most likely family money.

But putting that aside, wouldn’t it have made MORE sense for them to ask for the blueprints to the ghost portal itself to build their own?

Sure they might destroy reality since the Ghost Zone is the flip side of their world, but personally it makes more sense to me because one...I don’t believe even they’re THAT stupid to the point of sending an anti-ghost nuke into a dimension they clearly know so little about. You’d think they’d want to do as much research as they could about where these ghosts live first or maybe even try to find a way to close the connection between both worlds permanently instead. That’s just me though!

Also, Tucker...why did you have to gloat like that about knowing the password? And even if you didn’t, you DO realize they could have blackmailed you into giving them that information right? I think you’re smarted than that and this was just the plot forcing things to progress as usual...but at least Danny managed to save the day and they get Fenton Works back.

Anyway, I’m glossing over a lot of things but again, this is about the GIW.

Ok, this last part has barely anything to do with the GIW but that’s almost the whole point. When the Earth itself was threatened by a giant anti-ghost meteor, where were they? Nowhere to be seen!

For some random reason I can’t even begin to think of they just up and left the fate of the entire planet up to Jack Fenton and Vlad along with his team of Master’s Blasters to get rid of the Disasteroid. But then Vlad sabotaged the attempt on purpose to pin the blame on Jack so he could take all the glory.

I literally don’t remember seeing the GIW once in this episode, not even in a montage. But why is that? You’d think they’d be the first to step in with all their ghost know-how to save the Earth right? They ARE part of the government after all. But nope, there’s no sign of them at all.

Which reminds me, I don’t believe for one second Valerie would have been beaten this easily. She’s got infinitely more experience fighting ghosts than these random teens Vlad hired. I mean, come on! This is Valerie we’re talking about! If anything, the GIW would have scouted her ages ago as an under the table ghost hunter on their pay roll.

That brings me to my final point. I brought this up in my fanfic “Turning Point” but why aren’t there any female agents? I don’t believe for one second a ghost agency as big as they are wouldn’t have agents in other fields not to mention gender, such as scientists, weapon specialists, doctors, geneticists, you name it.

Like, even if they were too stubborn to change the name I think they’d welcome anyone with the right qualifications to help keep the ghost population under control. But again, we know next to nothing about these guys like when this agency was even formed or why. Personally, I believe they have a branch of agents that deal with extraterrestrial issues in Area 51 and kind of have a rivalry with them since it’s much harder to prove ghosts are a real threat.

So to wrap this all up, I kind of like to imagine the GIW like the SCP Foundation that study, confine, and protect oddly enough various anomalies which in this case are ghosts. They classify them and figure out which ones are a real threat, and which ones could be beneficial to the human race.

And that’s it! That is literally all I was able to find out about the GIW. It took forever but this research is going to be very useful in my future projects so feel free to borrow any ideas that catch your eye and expand on this if you come up with some theories of your own!

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callout for @genderfluidlucifer

google docs

tw for transmisogyny + TERFs + emotional manipulation

Transmisogyny

Lucifer is a huge transmisogynist who will complain 24/7 about how TERFs hurt the ace community, but the moment @randomclustermissile , a trans girl (who is not an exclusionist at all) tries to point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles (in the most vague and general way possible, without pointing fingers nor calling anyone names) Lucifer will immediatly jump to block her and so they did with me (another inclusionist) and i have to suppose to everyone else who agreed with that post, even arriving to vagueing about us in private group chats to suggest that we were “sympathizing with exclusionists”. all because we dared point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles. lucifer is TME but apparently they think they’re the authority on TERFs and their talking points but actual trans women are not, according to them, since this is the stuff that they would go and spew to other people. (screenshots from @enbyoctoling)

here’s more examples of Lucifer (again, a transmasc person) going deep in detail about how according to them, TERFs/SWERFs hate aro/ace people and are an active threat to us

1. link

[Image ID: Three screenshots of a post by Genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot is of a paragraph that reads, "Hey. So I can actually answer this. Anon your commentary about how you thought terfs would approve of sex repulsed aces is sort of it. Except...not. Basically terfs hate ace people for not wanting sex in the approved by terfs way. Terfs are actually extremely interested in [forcing] amatonormativity onto everyone. Because for as sex negative as terfs are...they don't want to actually acknowledge or change the fact that amatonormativity is at the root cause of rape culture and misogyny."

The second screenshot is a zoomed in section of the post that reads, "So yeah no I have NO idea where exclus allies are getting this idea from that terfs would even remotely care about the sexual rights of ace people. Terfs generally hate any sexualities in the LGBTQ+ acronym that aren't LGB because they can't force a gender binary onto those sexualities. At least, not as easily. That's why it's actually a massive sign of someone who doesn't call themselves a terf being a crypto terf if they use the term LGB in a positive manner. Along with the term SGA, as it is deliberately exclusive of nonbinary and not inherently SGA centric queer-aligned sexualities. /END ID]

link to the full post, these are just excerpts but the whole thing is just a very long rant about how TERFs hate ace people and so on (i think it’s worth noticing that although the actual post is kinda long, trans women are never once brought op in a conversation about TERFs issues and the only time transmisogyny is mentioned is not relevant to the conversation)

2. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is nothorses. It reads, "Because apparently I have to say it: Testosterone is not a 'violent' hormone. It doesn't make you 'more aggressive' or a worse person, it doesn't make you 'dangerous,' or 'toxic.' Transmascs do not need to be 'warned of the dangers of T.' We do not need to spend our transitions terrified that we're going to become a danger to those around us - that HRT is going to turn us into a monster.

Everyone experiences mood swings during hormonal shifts (pregnancy, menstruation, menopause, estrogen HRT, etc.) and while you might have grumpy moments or feel anger/frustration that you need to learn to handle differently, that doesn't make you a bad person.

Testosterone can change the way you access/process emotions somewhat, but if you're already thoughtful about how you handle your feelings and treat others, you're going to be fine. It's normal to lash out on occasion, by accident, then apologize and work to do better. It doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone on HRT is prone to this, and everyone experiencing hormonal changes is prone to this.

Getting HRT should be positive and affirming; you should not have to spend your entire transition terrified of becoming a monster."

The post then has a reblog by captainlordauditor that reads, "The big danger of T is that needle ouchy." /END ID]

here’s them reblogging from known transmisogynist user @nothorses (once again, the irony that a post about how testosterone is seen as the "aggressive hormone" does not mention transfem at all which are literally the main victims of this rethoric in the first place)

3. link (1), link (2)

[Image ID: Two screenshots of posts by genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot reads, "Queer exclus: We're not repackaging terf rhetoric! Saying that is transmisogynistic! Also queer exclus: Remove the plus from LGBT!" and has tags that say, "I will pay these people to grow some god damn self awareness. Imagine being this dense. Queer discourse." The post has 15 notes.

The second screenshot reads, "Honestly it is so stupid and frustrating to see ace exclus continue to deny that the ace discourse was started by terfs. Proof was given countless times. And a big name terf like galesofnovember even admitted to starting it. Those of you who demand proof but ignore all of this never wanted proof to begin with." and is tagged with, "ace discourse. The post has 38 notes. /END ID]

heres another two post of theirs conflating TERFs with ace exclusionism

4. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblogged post by furbearingbrick. The original poster is boxlizard, Lucifer's old account. The original post reads, "By the way for people still in denial about it, here's galesofnovember, a terf, admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement. She's taking credit for it. Normally if the victims of this behavior weren't ace/aro or other queer identities y'all be ready to rightfully lynch her. But since it's us, y'all just still wanna stamp your feet and go, 'Nuh uh!' instead of acknowledging facts." The part that says, "admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement" is a link to a galesofnovember post.

There is then a reblogged addition from furbearing brick that reads, "archived versions of the receipts" and has two links to the webarchive. The tags read, "Bringing this back since it's apparently still relevant. Terfism mention. Aphobia mention. Queerphobia mention. Blocklist." and has 1,455 notes. /END ID]

this is their post that ive already talked about but basically they found a 52 notes post made by a TERF in 2012 and this one person said "i dont know why i dont get to be the princess of the anti-ace-brigade" and apparently they are convinced that this means TERFs started the ace exclusionism movement and that this is one of their goals. which is insane when TERFs in real life only care about making life miserable for transfem people first and foremost.

5.link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is yu-gay-fudo. It reads, “Just in case you happen to be unaware, some of the “radfem lite” they post to warm you up to their rhetoric, just off the top of my head:

- Ace/aro exclusionism

- Bi exclusionism or claims that bi people are “less queer” bc of “straight passive privilege”

- Saying you have to be dysphoric to identify as transInvalidating nonbinary people

- Calling queer a slur regardless of context, saying people can’t identify as queer, and saying that it can’t be reclaimed

- “Mogai hell”, “kweer”, or otherwise mocking less common labels and claiming they are “just cishets who want to feel special”

- Excluding sex workers from feminist discussions or claiming that sex work is inherently evil

- Basically anyone who thinks they can determine what other people identify as”. The tags read, "queerphobia tw. twerfs tw. no id." and has 70,727 notes. It was reblogged on March 22nd, 2021 /END ID]

another example of conflating radfems to things that, while wrong, have little to nothing to do with them because being a radfem, again, is something very specific that has all to do with transfem oppression.

Emotional manipulation

Lucifer has done nothing but block, break boundaries, spread lies and vague about people, some of which were even mutuals with them knowing they would see the posts. when confronted about it Lucifer's only answer was "just say you hate me and block me" but they actually ended up blocking everyone first, making it impossible for anyone to set some boundaries with them or even just to calmly confront them about anything.

[proof: Io(popncourse) and Lucifer had a disagreement in a shared discord server, which prompted Lucifer to vague Io in a vent post. Io confronted them, as being vagued is one of buns triggers, to which Lucifer initially agreed to delete the vent post, but then proceeded to victimize themself and immediatly blocked Io. later on, Jude(malewifedeckard) was confronted by Lucifer, then after Jude told them “I’m worried that you’ll vague me just like you did with Io” they proceeded to block Jude and vagued about him too. when Io made a post (which was not a callout, it was just bun setting buns boundaries) explaining what Lucifer did, Lucifer immediatly jumped to victimize themself, acting like they were being called out and straight-up lying, even going so far as to say that no one tried to hear them out, which is a blatant lie if you consider the aforementioned Io and Jude’s attempts at doing so, with Lucifer immediatly blocking and cutting ties with the both of them. ]

(screenshots taken by @popncourse and @malewifedeckard)

as seen in the proof above Lucifer’s behaviour is not ok because they don’t accept any kind of confrontation and immediatly jump to blocking, and after blocking, they'd immediatly go and vague about the people who confronted them pacificly, spreading more lies and painting themself as the victim and even arriving to say “no one hears me out at all” which is simply not something you can say when you block people who are trying to hear you out in the first place.

this is by no means an invitation to go and harass them, send them hate or anything like that. i absolutely don’t want anything even remotely hateful or negative to be sent their way after this post.

this post was only made because:

1. as an ace person who fully supports the inclusion of aspec identities in the lgbt+ community i don’t want to support an enviroment that costantly downplays transmisogynistic oppression in order to be taken seriously. there are hundreds of ways to make aspec activism without acting like we(as in TME aspecs)are the victims of a system that seeks for the annihilation of transfemenine people in real life everyday. i especially don’t want to support TME individuals who act transfem-friendly but then block any transfem who tries to speak on transmisogyny without a second thought.

2. Lucifer’s behaviour has hurt two friends of mine and i don’t want to associate with someone who actively breaks people’s boundaries without taking accountability when messing up.

3. i cannot associate with someone who spreads lies about me accusing me of sympathizing with exclusionists all while having me blocked so that i can’t see it nor defend me. they complain about people not hearing them out but they’re the very first person who does not try to hear people out, and instead jumps to spread baseless rumors. this is not someone i can nor want to associate with.

(image descriptions provided by @malewifedeckard)

#genderfluidlucifer #transmisogyny tw #terfs tw #ask to tag #txt #long post #ok to rb

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0097linersb · 3 years

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 3

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: hEy guys, I’m SO sorry for 1. taking so long for this shitty chapter and 2. I will no longer be tagging new people simply because I am so lost and I feel like I will miss half of the people who asked so I don’t want to make anyone feel forgotten or upset

THIS ISN’t PROOF READ I SUCK I KNOW I hate thIS STORY

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The next morning you woke up before Jeno, you tried to silently sneak out to give him the chance of pretending nothing happened, in case he decided it had all been a drunken mistake and it should be forgotten. Your plan was proven kind of difficult with the whole having to untangle yourself from the man and unzipping the tent open situation, bright sun rays suddenly filling the space. You winced at the light and tried to quickly close the door back up, startled by a groaning sleepy Jeno who confusedly sat up and rubbed his eyes, “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I was just trying to get out,” You apologized.

“Oh, ok. What time is it?”

“I have no idea, my phone died.”

The man searched for his phone among the covers and sighed when he realized he had run out of battery too. You awkwardly stared at each other, not really knowing if one of you should bring up what had happened or just casually move on.

“I don’t think the others are up yet,” You tried to start a conversation before the tension could swallow you up.

“Probably not. I’m still sleepy though, could go for a morning nap,” He smiled before lying back down, you were thankful he was trying to end the awkwardness too.

“I love morning naps.”

“Come join?” He asked with hopeful eyes and you nodded before practically throwing yourself back into his side, careful to not touch him in case he wasn’t interested and you didn’t want to impose yourself. You turned your back to Jeno and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep in seconds, but was surprised when you felt the man’s arm silently wrapping around your waist and his chest pressing against your back before lazily whispering a “Good night” against the back of your neck. You smiled contently to yourself, hearing Jeno’s breathing get heavier and slower as sleep took over him, following his steps soon after.

The second time you woke up, was to a screaming Jisung. You and Jeno both jumped awake, startled, before running outside thinking there was a snake or something dangerous like that. The two of you were soon staring at the young boy judgingly, looking between him and the cockroach on the floor.

“Jisung, it’s dead,” Jeno sighed, trying to not get annoyed at the young man.

“It’s still moving!” He whined, still refusing to go down from the camping chair.

“They do that,” You sighed too, giving up on trying to make sense of the situation and approaching the boy with your hand out to help him down. “C’mon, help me to put the things back in the truck so we can go back to the Inn.”

Jisung reluctantly did as you said and Jeno started to wake up the others, everyone folded their tents and picked up the trash in silence, too tired and hungover to play around. If looked from afar, one might have you mistaken for extras on a zombie movie.

As you arrived back at the Inn, everyone crawled into their rooms without muttering a single word. You took advantage of the moment to take a shower since you were still in your bikins and Jaemin’s sweater, feeling completely disgusting after a day (mostly a night) of sweating. You were deep in your nirvana state of mind, enjoying the hot water relaxing your muscles and finally cleaning your hair of all that lake water, when you heard a bang at the door. You jumped in shock and looked over at the door instantly.

“Whoever is there, please let me in, I really need to pee!” Jisung screamed, fist still knocking on the door in urgency.

“You can use the bathroom downstairs!”

“Cockroaches,” He squealed before letting out a loud whine. “Please, I’m going to explode.”

You lightly groaned at the inconvenience before quickly shutting the water down and wrapping your towel around you, opening the door and signaling to Jisung that the bathroom was all his. He banged the door shut and you leaned against the hallway wall, waiting to return to your very good shower that you were missing very much after experiencing the chilly wind outside.

“Is there anything wrong?” Jaemin asked after opening his door, seeming like he had just woken up from a deep slumber.

You tried to act casually, like you weren’t standing around in just a towel, “Everything’s awesome.”

Jaemin had his mouth open to start saying something else when another door opened, an annoyed Haechan appearing behind it, “Who’s yelling and why?”

“Jisung needed to use the bathroom,” You explained, feeling way to exposed and embarrassed to elaborate.

“Can’t a guy ever sleep in peace?” Renjun’s suddenly appeared from his room, whining at his friends and rubbing at his eyes sleepily.

“Ok, can everyone please stay inside their rooms for the next 30 seconds?!” You requested loudly in frustration, kind of laughing internally at the way Jeno was midway through opening his door before muttering a sorry and closing it back in super speed.

“Yeah, sorry,” Renjun apologized before going back to his nap, but you didn’t miss the way he gave you a once-over first.

“Enjoy your shower,” Jaemin smiled at you before copying his friend.

Haechan simply stood there staring at you and you looked at him in expectation and a ting of annoyance. The man smirked at you before winking, “Looking good.”

“Yeah, and very much naked, so if you could like, just go inside for a minute,” You politely requested.

“But that’s very much what I’d like to see,” He playfully flirted with a low voice so no one would hear, slowly approaching you. He gave you no time to react as he looked down at your chest, right hand suddenly pinching your hardened nipple and you gasped in surprise, “Cold?”

He looked up at you with a teasing look and you nodded with furrowed eyebrows, confused as to what he was playing. Haechan whispered a “cute” against your ear before returning to his room with a smirk, right on time for Jisung to open the door, “Thank you so much! I’m sorry for interrupting your shower. I think I had the content of two whole wine bottles in my bladder.”

“It’s ok,” You assured him absently, still bothered by Haechan’s antics. You honestly had thought he was all bark and no bite, you two have been playfully flirting since day one and you had guessed it was just part of your friendship dynamic considering you both always laughed about it.

Well, you could do nothing about it except from seeing where life would take you two.

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After showering, you prepared some yogurt bowls with fruits and granola for breakfast, figuring you could all have a late lunch. Jaemin came downstairs after an hour and helped you out, stopping you from murdering another poor orange.

“Do you think everyone will be up for an activity today?” You asked, hoping they would opt for a more relaxing afternoon, as you were pretty much tired and hungover yourself.

Jaemin softly laughed, “If the activity is dying on the floor of the living room, yes.”

“Oh, thank god.”

“Slept late?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you almost dropped the knife you were holding.

Does he know?

“I went to bed right after you did, red wine is just not my friend,” You awkwardly laughed, trying to calm your mind down. He couldn’t have heard anything over the loud singing yesterday and Jeno probably didn’t tell him.

Jaemin said nothing to that and you both enjoyed a semi-comfortable silence until he offered, “Want me to teach you how to peel an orange?”

“Theoretically speaking I know how to do it, I just can’t make my hands actually work,” You laughed, but moved closer so he could show you anyways.

“I’ll teach you an easier way then, it’s not ideal but it’s better than losing half of the orange,” He teased and you glared at him. “You just have to cut it in half like this, and then like this. Actually you can cut it as many times as you want to. When they are in slices like this you can just use your fingers to pull the peel away.”

“Oh, I think I can do that,” You exclaimed in excitement, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Hey, do you by any chance have more of that pineapple cake?”

“Chenle finished it but I can go to town to buy some more when we’re done with this. You can come along if you want to, they have a lot of options.”

“That sounds great.”

The two of you managed to quickly finish decorating the bowl, even adding some pretty flowers Jaemin went out to pick on top of it. After placing it all in the fridge so it wouldn’t become a mess until the others woke up, you scribbled down a note letting them know you had gone to the city and would be right back before heading outside to the car.

“Can I drive?” Jaemin asked jokingly, knowing your car was very dear to you.

“If you crash it, you’re giving me that watch,” You rolled your eyes, throwing the keys at him, who looked surprised at your compliance but laughed excitedly when catching the keys. His watch was probably worth more than your car anyways.

You hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat and tried to not say anything as Jaemin left the property in reverse, you hated riding shotgun.

He did look kind of hot, though.

“I know how to drive, you know? You don’t have to grip the handles so tight,” The man laughed once you were already on the road.

“I’m just not used to not being the one behind the wheel,” You apologized, forcing yourself to relax your hands on your lap so you wouldn’t offend a man’s driving’s skills. “Turn right on that street. Did you enjoy skiing?”

“I did, yesterday was just a fun day as a whole. You also looked really pretty in my sweater,” He looked at you softly and It took a lot of control for you to not melt into the seat.

“I’m giving it back as soon as I wash it, by the way. Thank you again for not letting me freeze.”

“Don’t worry. You can keep it, it looked better on you.”

“Jaemin, I know you’re trying to be a gentleman and all but that’s a Balenciaga swea-“

“And I’d like for you to have it.”

“I’m really living everyone’s fanfic’s dreams, aren’t I?” You giggled softly.

“Do you read those?” Jaemin chuckled.

“Of course. I live in the middle of nowhere, anything to pass the time. Follow that Sunny Mountain sign.”

“Ok. You should teach me how to find those, I’m curious as to what our fans write about us.”

“Uh, you really shouldn’t.”

“Dirty stuff?”

“Lots of it, probably.”

Jaemin laughed at that but said nothing more, deciding to pay attention to the road for once. You were distracted trying to find a cool Spotify playlist on your phone when you felt the man’s hand on your thigh, he didn’t move it and he didn’t look at you, just staring straight ahead with a casual demeanor like it was something you did all the time. You said nothing about it, just enjoyed the touch and followed his lead.

As you arrived at the city, you directed Jaemin around until you were parking right in front of the little traditional bakery.

“Good morning, Mary. Looking beautiful as always,” You complimented the old lady behind the counter, who you have known since you were a little girl. “Please tell me you made some pineapple cake.”

“My dear, if I didn’t I would run out of business,” Mary laughed. “I’ll wrap one up for you.”

“Thank you. Jaem, do you want to try something else?” You asked, pointing to the display in front of you full of a variety of cakes, which this region was famous for. “This is a banana one, it’s so good. The wine one is also tasty.”

Jaemin shivered at the word wine and you laughed because honestly, same.

“The banana one sounds good,” He agreed.

“Mary, I’ll take one half banana, half peach.”

The boy looked at you surprised that you remembered his favorite fruit and you just smiled at him, showing you were also paying attention.

“On it. Is that your boyfriend? I’ve been praying for you to find someone to keep you company in that big old house for ages,” The lady started, taking the cakes from the displays to cut them for you.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” You joked, winking at Jaemin who gave you a teasing smile back. “But unfortunately he’s just a guest at the Inn.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate, but it’s a pleasure to meet you anyways. Maybe it’s better this way, my Gus would be jealous.”

You laughed in joy at the mention of your childhood summer friend, “How is he? I miss him!”

“He’s doing amazing,” She answered with a smile when talking about her grandson, placing the cakes’ halves on a plastic plate. “He just graduated last year, rented me a fancy dress and all.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that! I need to congratulate him. When he’s back in town, can you ask him to drop by the Inn really quickly? We’re having some internet problems as always.”

“Of course, dear. He will love that, I bet he’ll come around by the weekend. Here’s your cakes! I’ll put it on your account.”

Jaemin helped you getting one of the boxes from the balcony and you got the other.

“Thank you, Mary! Have a nice day!”

“You kids too!”

You carefully placed the cakes on the back seats, wrapping the seatbelts around it so they wouldn’t move during the transportation as Jaemin looked around, appreciating the view.

“The city is pretty cute, right?”

“It is, actually. Is that an ice cream place?”

“Kind of. But they do have an ice cream buffet.”

“That sounds awesome, can we go there?”

“I guess the cakes won’t go bad in the car if we’re quick.”

“They won’t, it’s kind of cold today.”

“Right? I thought I was sick or something,” You complained, pouting at the temperature change.

“Here, let’s go freeze,” Jaemin laughed, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and leading you across the street.

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You figured you liked Jaemin. As in, you really liked Jaemin. He was just so easy to talk to and a genuine funny caring guy – You didn’t see much of those anymore.

What was supposed to be a quick trip to the town turned into a 2 hour long tour around all the little spots the city had to offer, playfully taking photos of each other like you were in a romantic movie or something. When you finally went back to the Inn, your heart was swollen and your cheeks were hurting from smiling too much.

“Be right back my ass,” Haechan welcomed you with a grunt.

“We took long but we brought cake,” You pinched his pouting face.

“Ok, I forgive you.”

“Are you guys hungry?”

“For cake? Yes,” Jisung excitedly exclaimed.

“I meant for real food, it’s past lunch time.”

“We actually just ate breakfast, Jeno is still sleeping,” Renjun informed.

“It’s ok, I’ll cook today,” Jaemin messed with your hair and you glared at him.

“No, you won’t. You’re a guest here.”

“And I’m a great cook, so get your ass back in bed and I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“That’s rude of you, Na Jaemin,” You joked.

“Learning from the best.”

You glared at him but decided to accept your fate. After your nap with Jeno and your shower, you were not sleepy anymore, so you decided to invite the rest to sunbathe in the lower deck by the lake. Haechan and Mark were happy to join and the three of you sprawled around under the blue sky after changing into your bathing suits. You were struggling to get sunscreen on your back and Mark silently asked for the tube in your hand, doing It for you as Haechan blabbed about League of Legends – It was really hard to hide the chills across your skin when you were wearing basically no clothes.

After Mark got over being awkward because of your exposed skin, he was actually one of the most fun people to be around that you had ever hung out with. He literally laughed and got excited over everything you and Haechan said and it made you feel special, you definitely understood his charms now. Also, with him being from Canada and all, you two had a lot more in common than you had imagined, which was revitalizing.

Soon enough, both boys started bickering over something and you just closed your eyes and tried to drift off, this was supposed to be relaxing time. But then again, it was hard to put relaxing and Haechan in the same sentence.

After what seemed like ten minutes of the men next to you arguing, you suddenly heard your name and opened your eyes begrudgingly with a “Huh?”

“Help us. Who’s right?” Haechan asked.

“I ain’t even listening, I’m sorry.”

“Haechan over here seems to think he has a bigger chance with you than I do,” Mark smirked and you chocked around air. What kind of demon possessed Mark Lee’s body?

“Of course I do, don’t I?” It was Haechan’s turn to smirk at you and you just stared between them totally lost. They were arguing about song lyrics a few minutes ago, what the fuck happened? “So? Who’s right?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me,” Haechan lifted an eyebrow at you in a challenging way.

“Let her speak,” Mark cut him off and you felt goosebumps up your body once again at his strict tone. Damn, that was definitely not expected from Mark Lee.

“This is very unprofessional,” You muttered in shock, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, c’mon. You think I didn’t hear your little show with Jeno the other night?” Mark laughed darkly and you shrank into yourself.

“What? What happened with Jeno?” Haechan asked confused.

“Nothing,” You quickly inform, trying to end that conversation.

Mark tsks and softly put your hair behind your ear, looking at you with endearing eyes, “Our pretty Y/N had some fun times with Jeno in their tent, didn’t she? Tell Haechan.”

You gulped and turned to Haechan, only nodding in shame because you were not about to admit you sucked his friend out loud. The boy’s eyes only widened and you could see Mark’s smirk from the corner of your eyes, what a wicked man.

“Guess none of us have a chance, then. Since Jeno got to you first,” Mark played and you briskly shook your head, feeling how you were already pulsing between your legs. The man raised an eyebrow at your reaction, like it wasn’t what he had planned, “Oh?”

“Please,” Was all that you managed to let out. Too embarrassed to elaborate.

“Kiss her,” He ordered and you noticed he was talking to Haechan, who smiled widely before bending down to capture your lips.

His kiss was playful like his personality, his hand found its place behind your neck and he lightly nibbled on your bottom lip with his teeth, not allowing you to deepen the kiss like you wanted to. When you whined in frustration, you felt his smirk against your lips before he harshly grabbed your hair and pulled you closer, his tongue finally against yours.

Well, this was not how you expected your day to turn out.

You were so focused on how good it felt to melt into Haechan, that you jumped in shock when you felt Mark’s fingers playing with your bikini bottoms.

“Look how wet she it, Haechan,” He commented like he was hypnotized by the view and you two broke the kiss so he could look at where his friend was staring. Mark’s middle finger started to lightly circle your clit over the fabric and you moaned, hiding your face in shame. You were probably about to have sex. No, not sex. A threesome. With your guests!!!

“Y/N.”

“What?” You groaned.

“Y/N!”

You uncovered your eyes annoyed only to find Haechan and Mark staring at you weirdly, sitting up on their own beach towels like well-behaved boys.

“Did I fall asleep?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, we thought you were having a nightmare so we decided to wake you up,” Mark explained softly and you gulped.

“Thank you, it was horrible,” You lied, heart beating fast and chest heaving.

Mark and Haechan went back to arguing while you tried to recompose yourself, but as soon as Haechan shot you a knowing smirk, you quickly got up and left, figuring you could play cards with Renjun or something.

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Jaemin didn’t lie when he said he was a good cook, and not only that, but he was also an organized worker, washing and cleaning everything right after using it. What a dreamy man. You were still too bothered over having a weird wet dream with your guests, who were right beside you, to think much about how amazing Jaemin was.

After everyone had lunch (and you decided to sit far far away from your sunbathing partners, safely cuddled between Chenle and Jisung at the end of the table), you washed all the dishes left while Jeno dried them, thankful that you two managed to not let things go south after your little encounter.

The Inn still had no internet so there was nothing much you could do with everyone being tired, so like Jaemin predicted, you all sprawled around the living room’s floor and played some games. After a few hours, you started getting tired of playing and turned the Tv on, trying to find the least terrible channel the Tv’s antenna could pick up, settling on a game show that got everyone pretty excited. Somehow you ended lying on Jaemin’s chest and you noticed Jeno giving you a look but couldn’t quite catch what he meant with it. He seemed normal with you after it, so you decided to let it go, realizing you were only overthinking things.

For dinner, you all had some leftovers from lunch and lots of cake. You had spent so many hours talking that you felt like you have known these boys since forever, or at least you wanted to. There was just not a moment around them when you weren’t laughing or smiling, and besides the obvious sexual tension moments, it felt really comfortable to be around them. Of course they could be annoying and inconvenient at times, they were men after all, but it was not hard to get over that.

Surprisingly enough, even after sleeping until way past noon, the boys were still tired and went to bed early with the promise of fun adventures for the next day. You and Renjun stayed back in the balcony talking about life and art, looking at the stars and drinking a glass of wine. It was nice sharing your deep thoughts with someone who matched your intensity and excitement, Renjun was indeed an artist and you loved experiencing the universe with him for a night.

When it was around 1 in the morning, the two of you said goodnight with a soft smile, knowing you two now shared a bond.

Entering your room and turning the lights on, you were surprised to find Jeno playing with his phone on your bed.

“Hey,” You offered confused.

He gave you an eye smile before dropping his phone on the bed, “Hey.”

“So, you’re in my room…”

“Just wanted to ask if I could sleep with you, it’s nice.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just change,” You agreed and laughed at the way Jeno covered his eyes when you grabbed on the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, “I think we’re way past that, Jeno Lee.”

“Sorry, it’s automatic,” He explained as he dropped his hands back on the bed, watching you silently as you changed into your pajamas. You sleepily climbed into bed next to the man, both of you lying on your sides and staring at each other. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” You softly breathed out. This seemed all too familiar.

He delicately pressed his lips against yours, hand grabbing your cheek so his thumb could soothingly caress your cheek. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft touches, reciprocating the kiss with the same fluttering intensity. Jeno simply did that for a few minutes before breaking away from you and smiling, “Sorry, I just really wanted to kiss you.”

“It’s ok,” You giggled, content and in peace.

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hi! i'm having a hard time mentally lately and i recently found out that i kind of erm,,,,, when my mental health is really bad my brain is like "no!😀" and skyrockets me into absolute baby mode and just want cuddles and love and i feel really lonely and don't talk a lot. bokuto is my comfort character so if you woudlnt mind could you do some headcanons or whatever you want- about him helping? feel free to ignore this i know it's a bit strange💔 but i thought i'd throw it out there :) 💞

I really hope it gets better for you, I hope my shitty HCs somehow makes your day a little better. Lots of love 🥺🤲❤️oh and this might’ve come off more angsty but I promise I put fluff at the end. And listen to this while reading cause it just makes this- 💔🦟🦗🦟🦗❤️

Requests are open! And if you have requests like this I’m happy to do them :)

Also proof read but still might be mistakes.sorry, there might be some triggering things in here, but there is nothing crazy so I think it’s ok 🧍

Before you guys even got together he’d always check up on you.

To the point were he subconsciously did it anywhere, and anytime

He’d give you small owl knickknacks or a snack before school started, or when it ended. Making sure you ate something that day.

Or he’d just try to make you laugh as much as he could during then

But sometimes he’d drop everything, and just give you a tight hug. Anywhere, no matter who it was in front of. Holding you close to him, not saying anything but you could hear him tripping over the words he wanted to say but just couldn’t.

He could tell it was a bad day where you’d come in and just sit on the benches or bleachers with both in mind but staring at the bright fluorescent gym lights. Where you’d just zone out mid-conversation and look at your feet or phone in disinterest. When you’d throw in a sarcastic self-deprecation joke when someone would ask if you’re ok.

Or when you’d have days where you’d stay up studying, doing your homework, and not sleeping for who knows how long when you come in with the energy drink in hand. Or the days when you’d get nothing done, and just sleep everything away and just deal with it the next day.

It didn’t take a therapist or a mastermind to tell you weren’t ok.

The nervous tics, the small lip bites, the impulsive “Let’s do something and think about consequences later!”

Bokuto knew he was just like the latter but at least it wasn’t all the time, so when he saw his bestfriend and crush slowly killing themselves mentally (and maybe physically, he was hoping not), yet cracking jokes about it the next second. All he wanted to do was run in and kiss you until all you felt was loved.

He just wanted to see you happy again

He felt like fainting everytime he saw you giggle or laugh at his antics(knowing Bokuto that has probably happened)

Or when you and Ahgkaaashi would hang out with him at the Owl section of the Zoo and pick out your favorite ones

When you two would try cooking some dish either of you couldn even try pronouncing and it ending in a mess. One he didn’t mind cleaning up when he got to talk to you throughout the whole time.

The times you’d have to turn in your work a little late because you were helping Bokuto cope after losing a game, which he felt bad about but you brushed it off with a genuine smile saying “I can’t leave poor Akaashi with Bokuemo for the rest of the week can I?” “H-Hey!”

When you and Bokuto would hang out in the bird themed cafe on the end of the street from school. And just be yourselves without having to impress anyone.

How you excuse yourself from the group of people you barely knew the names of, to go cry in the bathroom then come back as if nothing happened.

Times where you both forget your in highschool with insecurities, voice cracks, stress, and having to make a decision regarding the rest of your life by the end of it. And just laying in some random parking lot, staring into the blaring street lamp light and the stars behind it.

Bokuto loved it when you didn’t use the jokes to cover up how you felt. Or how you jumped to another subject when he would ask. When you tell him everything you’re feeling.,

The confusion, the way you didn’t know why your mind worked the way it did and why you felt horrible all of a sudden but fine the next.

You wanted it to stop, to have an explanation for the way you think and why. Yet now you’re telling no one, and clearly holding it in. Bokuto was now watching you letyour emotions eat you alive from the inside out.

He just wanted the you he knew. The you that he had so many fun memories with. Not the forced persona you played when you needed a cover up for how you truly felt.

This wasn’t the way he wanted to confess but it was getting all too much for Bokuto to watch,

Bokuto’s tears were streaming down his face as he had you held out in front of him. His body was trembling and his grasp was so shaky it was easy to break away. But you knew you could ever do that to him, or yourself. He clenched his jaw , not being able to lock eyes with you, a painful tug at his heart everytime he locked eyes with your hopeless look. You felt tears brimming your eyes yet you didn’t even know why he sat you down here. But you felt it was your fault, so immediately you let out a ‘Sorry-‘

Instead of an answer Bokuto pulled you toward him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. You let out a choked noise as surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Why...why’re you saying sorry Y/N? I should be saying sorry for not helping you, I-“

Bokuto lost his breath for a second as a silent sob wracked his body, bringing you closer to him. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you could barely feel them as they became a stream.

“Y/N, I love you, I love you so, so much. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know you could come talk to me, I-I’m not the the best therapist but,-“

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you back out to look at you directly. You squeezed his arm that was holding you, reassuring him you felt the same way, but also to go on. Puffy eyes and a tear stained face looked at you sternly. “Please, please don’t keep these feelings to yourself Y/N. It hurts, it hurts me so much when I see you like this. Especially since you feel like you can’t come to me. I-, I-“

Bokuto bit his lip, clenching his eyes tight, forcing the tears that were already threatening to fall out. “I don’t want to see you like this. I love you, I love you.”The only thing lacing his tone is the sincerity in it.

He says it again to make sure you understood every word that came from him. But he didn’t need to. His grip so tight on your arms it almost hurt. But in a way, you didn’t mind it as it showed you how much more serious this was to him.

“You have me, Kaashi, the team, and honestly anyone! We all love you and what you have to say!”

You both give small shaky laughs, despite the situation, the tension slowly melting. He wipes the tears that were flowing down your cheeks, kissing each one after he did. You held each one of his hand. Squeezing them to give yourself courage, and to know this was all too real.

“Bokuto...I’m so sorry to you and everyone else. I- I locked myself away because I thought I would be bothering you and everyone and could just get over it then push the feelings down. But now seeing you...seeing you so much...pain, someone I love hurt because of me. I...I really realize how I was affecting everyone.”

Bokuto tried denying but you shook your head, your eyes that were looking down were now up at him.

“I’ve come to reality especially after seeing you like this Bo, I love you too, and I want to make it up to you this whole week! No, month...year? Whatever. I’ll be better for our future. And you know what, why don’t I help you with that math homework so we’re both gonna get better at something by the end of the week!”

Laugher filled the once cold room with a feeling of warmth that you couldn’t explain. Bokuto leaned in and gave a small peck. You were about to give a small hum in happiness. Until he pulled far back away from you in panic.

“I-Is something wrong Bo? Does my breath stink-“

“N-NONONO NOTHING LIKE THAT. ITS JUST...I just kissed you without asking...a-and I read in a magazine you’re supposed to do that or your crush won’t like you back!”

Silence.

But you interrupted it with your laughter, holding onto to one of his shoulders to not fall over. He had a confused look on his face as he fidgeted, not knowing what to do. “Y-Y/N! What?”

“You’re so stupid Bo,”

And like that you pulled him into a kiss, one he quickly melted into. He made a small surprised noise, but that was the only noise of complaint. The kiss turned into Bokuto giving you pecks all over your face. A giddy feeling in your stomach with each one. Between the kisses you say “Y’know I’m surprised you decided to sit down and read a magazine without testing on the real deal.” His face has a small flush, instead of saying anything he just kisses you aggressively all over, causing you to reel back and laugh harder. He pulls away from the assault and grabs your hand. He leads you over to the couch and hugs you as you both flop onto the couch. You looked at him confused, “Bo?”

But he just turned the TV on, clicked through the channels, until he found one he liked. He looked over at you excitedly, “Let’s cuddle and watch the movie I was talking about last week!”

The genuine excitement in his voice was all it took to have you wrapped around his finger. So now it was getting late and you were falling asleep to Bokuto gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back. And his faint smell of cologne luring you to sleep.

Hey! Sorry if this is on the shorter side, but I tried packing as much emotion as I could into it to make up. I hope you enjoyed this, cause I added a few of my little issues into it so I hope you don’t mind. (Also along with some people ik) I really hope it gets better for you, hopefully by now even though this came out late (sorry really busy this month for some reason🧍) if you need anyone to talk to I’m always open to hear❤️..

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 3 years

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Papa’s reactions to their friend having a clergy stalker?

RIP the Stalker, is all I can say. They are in for a world of hurt.

Also went ahead and put it under a read more because it can be a scary and sensitive topic!

(TRIGGER WARNING: For Stalking, harassment, reader distress, implied death of your stalker, and general awful and scary situations. )

Papa's Reaction to their Good Friend having a Stalker Within the Clergy

It already goes without saying this is entirely unacceptable. The Church of Emeritus embraces sin and taboo, but there are still lines you NEVER cross. There is still morality and ethics, and stalking/harassment is unacceptable.

Also, while this is a serious topic I know everyone handles situations differently. I tried to give each reader situation a bit of variety and how the reader would feel, so I hope this is ok! In the end, the reader is going to be supported and safe, with justice served!

Papa Nihil: Believe it or not, Nihil went through something similar when he was a young man. Back when he was touring he had one fan that just took things a little too far. Even though he was a man of power and good ghoul body guards, it didn't mean it wasn't scary for him! So he understands exactly how you feel, and is so angered by it! What's worse? That the person hurting you is UNDER his roof! Lucifer's churches are for protection and family, not whatever is going through your stalker's head! The first thing he does is talk to you. He might be grandpapa, but you are his friend and he wants to handle this in a way that makes you feel safe.

If it was up to him, this person would be ripped apart by ghouls. But it's not about him, it's about you and your justice. Nihil believes in handing back power to those it has been taken from. Your choice for this person was to have them brought in front of the acting high ministry and Nihil. Your stalker was rightfully verbally ripped apart and dragged off to the dungeons (yes, they still use them) until the local authorities were called. The behavior will never be tolerated in Lucifer's halls. Nihil is honestly so pissed he can't do more, like take the experience from you... but he is happy knowing you are safer. He did insist you have a ghoul buddy for a little while, if you still felt a bit scared.

Papa I: If there was one thing you could say about the eldest Emeritus brother, it was that he protected his flock fiercely. Even if you WEREN'T one of his closest friends, he would have the same reaction. Papa is LIVID that not only someone has the audacity to make you feel unsafe but non of the clergy officials has done anything to help you. You almost wanted to protest, but he was right. Most acted like their wasn't anything they could do. With your permission he summoned your stalker to berate them in front of you.

You even got your chance to give the person a piece of your mind- and it felt GOOD. Good to finally have the support and to say how you felt. What was better? You got to see first hand this person being thrown out on their ass out of the abbey front doors. (Honestly, they are lucky they got to leave ALIVE and not just with the cops.) The cherry on top? Knowing Papa would retrain his entire staff and ministry to ensure this NEVER happened again. Papa's only regret is that it doesn't erase all the hurt the situation has caused you. But he will make sure the Church never fails another Sibling again.

Papa II: It only takes you mentioning this to him ONCE. And that was only when it started to become a problem for you. You thought you could handle it until it just escalated beyond your control. Papa was always someone you trusted beyond anyone, and you spoke to him first. It was a bit surprising how calm he was about the whole situation. Later you realized it was because Papa wanted to make sure YOU were ok, and getting angry could be done after. And angry he was! But Papa did everything he could to assure you that you did nothing wrong and this person was not going to be tolerated. Papa merely asked for all the evidence you said you brought.

He listened politely as you showed him all the proof and all your piecing together of the situation. Truthfully, it felt good that your friend believed you and didn't brush you off as just 'paranoid' or over thinking. Actually, it was nice that he offered to let you sleep in his guest room with a ghoul to make you feel safe! Though, it was unnerving with the whole stalking just... stopped. Out of the blue, everything stopped. Days became weeks, and weeks became months. Even though it never magically went away you slowly went back to feeling safe under Lucifer's roof. To your knowledge your stalker 'disappeared', and no one ever heard from them again. They just left all of their things and never came back! There was a rumor of someone seeing one of the ghouls eating human meat but... rumors were often silly, weren't they?

Papa III: There have only been a handful of times during your friendship that you have seen Papa genuinely angry. And let me tell you, they have never been pretty. You went to Papa for help when you realized this person harassing you was a bigger problem than you could handle. He wasn't upset with you in the slightest, but you could practically see his face turn pink under his make up from sheer anger. Papa calmly reached for your hand and patted it with a horribly forced smile. "Give me their name, now."

Honestly, you weren't about to ask questions, you just wanted this whole ordeal to end! The only thing you could gather by the end of the week was that Papa had a VERY important talk with the sibling that had been harassing you. Actually, you found out the stalker had been shamed and excommunicated altogether! Their quarters were cleaned out and you never heard from them again! You DID bring up how you were scared that they might go off into the world and do this to someone else, but Papa smiled reassuringly. "I promise you, that won't be the case!" You never did ask for him to elaborate, but you trusted him.

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: Unfortunately, Copia is no stranger to people who get a little too close for comfort. The new Papa has had his share of dealing with unsavory individuals who have tried to invade his privacy or weasel their way into his life. But none have ever come close to being a full fledged stalker. Copia has had the luxury of body guards and a congregation that would never let their Papa be hurt. You however, didn't have that privilege and had found someone harassing you for close to a year now. You and the Papa were close, but you felt guilty bringing it up to him. You had no reason to be, but some sort of shame made you feel like it was selfish when he was working so hard and touring. Even feeling like you needed to take care of it yourself, like an adult (even though that wasn't true in the slightest.)

Copia definitely felt guilty when you finally told him, because he feels the need to protect all of his friends. Or at the very LEAST be a person they can always come to! He offers to take you away from your current home and go with him on a business trip. That way you can have a breather and time away while his ghouls 'investigate'. You happily accept knowing you were in good hands. Eventually you went back home with your friend, and Copia announced that your problems were over! The ghouls had found your harasser and they won't be giving you problems anymore. You never asked him to elaborate, knowing how Ember was... but, at least you knew you had seven ghouls and one Papa who would never let harm come to you.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #trigger warning #stalking #harassment #stalker death #trigger reader #dark topic #reader insert #ghost reader #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa nihil #cardinal copia

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Slashers react - Your suicidal tendencies

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BILLY and STU

Please if you need help there are options. Slowly you can make it. Even if it is one night at a time or one minute at a time, you can do it. I am living breathing proof someone can do it, I have attempted several times in my life, but I am still here and if you are reading this you are here too! I am proud of you! keep going!

JASON VOORHEES

ooooh boy this man is HURT and heartbroken

He would think it was him that caused your pain or hurt and it might take a bit to fully grasp the concept that it isn’t him

As a child he was starting to feel the same as you but Jason never got old enough to figure out what those feelings were or what they meant

Every night he will hold you tighter than the last to try and show you every thing is going to be alright and that you’re safe

Jason can’t talk so everything he gives will be physical, its the only way he knows how to make you feel better

If he is out for the night and he comes home to find you self-harming or attempting Jason would be frozen for a minute, not knowing what to do, he would scoop you up and hold you for the rest of night, rocking you back and forth, poking and prodding to see if there is anymore injuries' to your body.

Jason would clean you of any blood and bandage you up, the marks you left behind are going to be stabbing reminders of the time he wasn’t there for you

He will never ever leave you again, (at least for the next few weeks) he is going to be a little annoying now tbh but it is the only way he knows how to make sure you’re ok

Jason is going to hide absolutely anything that looks remotely dangerous, his machete, any razors, rope, ect

His best medicine he knows is hugs, kisses and walks along the shore of the lake

MICHAEL MYERS

He knows immediately if something is up, the man has devoted his life to watch you and observe you, he knows your every emotion and every tell

Michael will be closer to you, almost clingy in a way before you even have your suicidal thoughts, he is like a dog that can sense it

For a sadist slasher he is honestly really good when it comes to mental health and he somehow knows just what do for you

You are the one thing in his life that matters to him so when you feel pain he will too, he will just never show it

He knows from living in and out of hospitals his whole life that sometimes a person needs their space, alone with their thoughts for a while, but he will never leave you fully. Michael will always be watching from the shadows

On the night you thought he was killing you tried to commit but he never left, he was watching from a far, saving you from ending your life

Michael will hold you until the morning, being gentle wiping away your tears and resting his head on yours

The stoic stone faced man can sort of turn into a gentle care taker, just not for long periods

He will be easy with you for the next little while after, just being there for you, even just sitting with you or holding you as you cry and sob

Part of him wants to “give you something to really cry over” but he never acts on it

BILLY & STU

They would be lying if they said they haven’t had those thoughts too, probably when they were a bit younger

They have very different roles with you but they are both equally there for you in a heartbeat

Stu has more of a talking approach and wants to always be very gentle with you, then makes stupid jokes to distract you

Billy is the more silent watchful one, observing you, your every emotion and looking for your tell. He will not make you do anything you don’t want to, you don’t have to talk or explain he will just hold you

Here comes the praise and complements every moment of every single day

The protection around you becomes heightened, they will remove anything that might be a trigger for you, even if that means hiding your phone for a few hours

They actually might go get you some help like therapy, they’re fucked up but they don’t want you to ever be

If they catch you self harming or attempting, Stu will most likely panic and just keep talking to himself as he is “trying” to help you but Billy will make him go get some water or towels, Billy is going to be the one to sit with you and calm you down

#horror #michael myers #slashers #my writing #jason vorhees #slasher #halloween #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #billy and stu hcs #billy and stu #scream #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #michael myers imagine #michael myers x reader #billy and stu x reader #tw suicice #friday the 13th

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louiseleblancdiggory · 3 years

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Speedy one night stand

Ok, so this is an old scene that i never posted because I never thought it was good enough, but since I wanted to post smth before ‘Tis the Damn Season, here it goes! I’m sorry for any typos, it’s 3 am and I don’t have the patience to proof read rn. There are mentions of a car accident but I swear it is not a sad or angsty scene. It’s bad and not at all a believable situation, but I hope it’s ok enough to be mildly enjoyable!

Aelin was having a spectacular day.

She had woken up around six, laying near the hottest man to ever walk on this Earth. In the previous night, she had drank enough to practically guarantee her a bitch hangover, but apparently her beautiful, silver-haired stranger had fucked it right out of her. A few times.

Not so proudly, Aelin sneaked out of his house without making a single sound. Maybe she should have stayed, maybe asked for his name. But she was also almost sure she had given him her number yesterday, and so if he wanted to continue things, he could call her. If not… Well, it had been a fun night.

Understatement of the fucking century.

And thanks to her stranger, once she got home, Aelin felt energized and inspired enough to finally give the painting a try.

The painting had become Aelin’s nightmare for the past year and a half. She had the idea, had the ability, but didn’t know how to do it, how to tackle it. She tried a few times every few days, and left the room hating it more and more. The painting started to be a mock to her abilities— she would finish other works, beautiful works, and yet the messy canvas would always stare at her from the corner of the room.

Aelin was mainly a sculptor, not a painter, and so she didn’t even know why it bothered her so much but it did. Oh, it most certainly did.

For the past eighteen months, staring at that taunting canvas was like staring at yourself on the mirror for too long. The vision started to blur, and it didn’t look real, evoked a deep panic.

For the past eighteen months, Aelin hated that fucking painting.

And yet, when she got home earlier, all she could think is that she might be able to finish it. The painting was supposed to be of Oakwald, a beautiful forest that extended for the whole expanse of the west of Terrasen. She hadn’t been at home for so long now, and all she wanted was a painting of how she remembered the forest to be. She wanted to capture its light, its life. She wanted it to look exactly how it was in her memory, but the colors never seemed right. Her fondness of the memory was becoming stained with that stupid canvas.

All she needed was the right palette.

And he had walked in a bar and sat by her side yesterday.

Her stranger was the literal embodiment of her memory, so much so that for a split second, Aelin had thought she had gone officially insane. His silver-grey hair was the exact shade of the sky on the cloudy mornings when she and her dad would go for a walk. Eyes a combination of a few shades of green and small specks of brown that reminded her of how the trees were. His demeanor was cold, and yet Aelin found him somehow so welcoming— just like she felt back at Oakwald, back home.

Her stranger had given her the thing she had needed for the past eighteen months, even if he hadn’t given her even his name.

Aelin was staring proudly at the now finished painting when the phone rang. She was glad her roommate wasn’t at home to witness her staring at the painting for that long like a crazy person, and honestly hoped it was Lysandra calling to ask if she wanted to go out and grab something to eat.

Or maybe it’s your stranger.

Aelin forced herself to shove every single spark of hope down until they were nothing more than cinders. To be honest, Aelin knew that she probably wouldn’t get a call from him. It was his first day in town, they both had been drunk, and, even though the sex had been great, her stranger didn’t seem like the dating type.

At least not the dating type with a woman who left his house unannounced at six in the morning after leaving him with no note other than her number that could potentially be wrong since said woman was already tipsy when she gave it to him.

A fucking shame.

“Hey.” Aelin said, putting the phone to her ear as she looked for her car keys. She wanted to be in the elevator by the time the word “eat” left Lys’s mouth.

“Is this Aelin?” A female voice she had never heard in her life asked, uncertainty and hesitation lacing every word.

Aelin withdrew the phone from her ear and looked at the unknown number.

Aelin rarely gave her phone number to strangers, and lately it had only been to…

Oh fucking shit.

He had a girlfriend?

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Hum, yes?” Aelin sounded as uncertain as the girl. “I’m sorry, but who is this?”

Maybe it wasn’t what she thought. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe—

“Do you know a Rowan?”

Well.

“Maybe?” Aelin wanted to bang her head against a wall. Almost seven months without touching a guy, and the first one in her way back to the land of the social people had a girlfriend. At least she knew his name now. Rowan seemed fitting, matched his appearance somehow. “Silver hair, green eyes, looks really pissed even when he’s sleeping?”

Please say no.

“Oh, yes.” The woman said, sounding… relieved? “I’m doctor Towers, and—“

“Doctor?” Aelin blurted out, all anger and nervousness being substituted for confusion. “Doctor?”

“Yes. Well, actually an intern since I’m still halfway through my first year here and—“

“I swear I mean no offense, but I am a little confused.” Aelin interrupted her after she started mumbling. “You’re Rowan’s girlfriend?”

“No!” The woman shouted loud enough that Aelin had to take the phone from her ear. “Gods, no. I thought you were his girlfriend.”

A moment of silence passed through the two women.

“What the fuck?” Was everything Aelin managed to say. She cleared her throat, mind trying to catch up with what was happening. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re the only contact on his phone.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“I am.”

“You are.”

“I— Why are you calling me?” Aelin shook her head, her grip on her keys strong enough that started to be painful. She didn’t know if this was some type of joke her friends were pulling on her, or if Rowan was just some sick asshole that was fucking with her now that he had her number but she sure as hell wasn’t enjoying the experience.

“Well, you see.” She cleared her throat, voice tone becoming more serious, more professional. “Rowan was admitted into the Torre’s hospital a few hours ago. He was involved in an accident, and all the emergency contacts we could find are not in town as of now. I know it is not protocol, and I’m breaking so many rules here, but I went through his phone to see if I could find a contact of someone who was around. We didn’t know if his injuries were serious or not, but…”

Doctor Towers didn’t finish the sentence, and dread mixing with some type of anxiety started rolling inside Aelin’s stomach. “But?”

She didn’t respond the question, instead changing the subject. “You’re the only contact, Miss Aelin.”

Aelin slowly sat down, the dead silence of the apartment mixing with the expectant silence from Doctor Towers. She didn’t know the guy, didn’t even know his name until two minutes ago, and yet the image of the painting in the other room kept flashing in her mind, the colors in the canvas mixing with the colors she saw on his face. “I— Is he alive?”

“Yes, yes. He’s in surgery, I believe.” The initial apprehension came back to the woman’s voice. “I don’t know, actually. Again, just an intern. People don’t tell me much here.”

“And I suppose hiding somewhere after stealing a patient’s phone isn’t the best way to pick up on any information they might be sharing in the halls right now.” Aelin said, some amusement for the girl showing through her voice. “Where are you? Storage room?”

“Coma patient room.” Doctor Towers laughed nervously. “I thought I was helping.”

“It’s fine.” Aelin said even though she didn’t feel it.

The line went silent once more, and after a minute, Aelin said. “Well, bye, I guess.”

“Wait.” The doctor’s apprehensive voice sounded again. “Couldn’t you… Can you still come? Even if you’re just his friend?”

Aelin sat frozen on her chair. “I’m not his friend.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Ok. Sorry. Have a great night, Miss Aelin.”

Before Aelin could respond, the call was ended.

—————

The first thing Rowan noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was not at the rented apartment he and the rest of his friends had gotten for the summer.

The lights were too white and too artificial, the bed too uncomfortable to be the same one he had slept the previous night.

And there was also the fact it felt as if he had been thrown from the top of a building, broken every single bone in the impact and, somehow, survived.

He tried opening his eyes a little bit more and acute pain shot to his brain.

Unfortunately. Unfortunately survived.

Shit, maybe he was in hell.

“I don’t know if the struggle is amusing or pathetic.” A low and sultry voice sounded from the left corner of the room. “Maybe try not staring directly into the light and then try opening your eyes.”

Rowan turned his head to where the soft voice had come from, pain burning his neck with the movement but he found himself incapable of not looking at her direction. But the woman was right, and Rowan managed to open his eyes enough to see her seating in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, legs crossed in front of her and fingers laced on top of her stomach.

Rowan mentally scratched his last thought. If he had actually died, that certainly was tilting a lot more towards heaven than hell even with the killing pain.

“Fuck, I think I died.” Rowan blurted out.

“I’ll pretend you just compared me to an angel, not to the devil.” She said, getting up and walking in his direction. Despite her hurt tone, she was smiling as she approached his bed. “It’s the least you could do after you ruined my perfectly perfect day. I was having a blast, you know?”

Hell, heaven, or Earth— it honestly didn’t fucking matter because the pain was the same, but her voice seemed to soothe his muscled, make the pain secondary to the pleasure of listening to her voice.

“Yeah?” Rowan rasped out, hoping she would continue talking.

“Oh, yeah.” She sat by the edge of the bed, straightening his sheets. The light wasn’t so blinding anymore, and he could see every detail on her face.

Heaven. Definitely heaven.

“I’m an artist, you know. Sculptor mostly, but I’m a decent painter. There’s this painting I’ve been trying to get done for over a year now, and today I did not only make progress I liked, but I also finished it. I thought today was going to be a terrible day, you know? Yesterday I found out my flight back home had been canceled and I would only be able to get another one by the end of summer, so I went to a bar and planned on getting drunk. Today was a day for tears and hangovers.”

“But?” Rowan asked automatically, all too focused on the woman sitting next to him.

She smiled, raising a hand to brush his hair from his face, fingers intertwining with the shoulder-length knots he most certainly had after whatever it was that had happened. She seemed too focused on her hand gently undoing the knots, but thankfully kept talking. “But I met this guy, you know? Definitely not from here, accent gave it away immediately. Also not from where I am from. Just that made him interesting enough. And,” she turned her eyes to him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Very, very fucking hot. That definitely made him even more interesting.”

“What a guy.” Rowan could feel some of the life coming back to his body, and even managed to weakly match the grin she had on her face.

“Oh, yes, what a guy. Fucked the hangover and artistic block right out of me. A hero, if you will.” Her grin extended into a smile, and she shook her head. “So imagine how ruined my day was when I got a call saying my amazing bar guy had been in a car accident.”

Rowan let out a broken laugh, his ribs screaming in pain when he did so. “So irresponsible of him.”

She assented solemnly. “And there I was, hoping he would have called me to go out on a date. I’m not picky but hospital is a huge downgrade from mind blowing sex in his expensive apartment.”

Rowan laughed again, not even caring about the pain. “I’m sure the guy would have asked you if you hand’t left the expensive apartment at the crackass of dawn without telling him.”

“And instead of calling he let his car be smashed by a fucking truck to get my attention? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe I didn’t dodge a bullet with this idiot.”

Rowan’s lips were taken by a grin. “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

“Next time try something a little less dramatic.” She said, eyes narrowing but Rowan could see how she was trying to contain a smile.

“The girl really seemed into dramatics tho. Gave it away last night when she—“

“Since I didn’t know your name until your doctor called me, Rowan, I’ll save you the embarrassment of asking mine.” She interrupted him, slender fingers going from his hair to the top of his lips. “I’m Aelin.”

“Aelin.” He said against the finger sushing him. “May I ask how you got here?”

She blushed a little, taking the finger from his mouth and straightening her spine. “I was the only contact in your list. They called me.”

“Lost my phone in the airport yesterday and had to buy a new one. Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, small nose frowning. “You’re very talkative for someone who could barely open his eyes a few minutes ago.”

“Am I?” Rowan said, hoping to push some of her buttons. Consciousness had been coming back slowly, and Rowan certainly remembered every single detail. Remembered being pissed by losing his phone, impatient because he would have to wait two more days for his friends to arrive.

Remembered all the pissy and impatience leaving his body once he sat on the bar by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had been quick-mouthed, with no filter, and absolutely hypnotizing. She wasn’t just fucking beautiful, but also funny, smart, and had the ability to make him forget every single thing that was making him irritated.

And the rest of the night… It was a shame Rowan was bedridden, he certainly wouldn’t mind reenacting last night again.

And again. And again.

And again.

Rowan had wondered earlier if she had been that amazing because he was drunk. The answer was obviously no.

Aelin pursed her lips, red coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. “The doctor guilty tripped me.”

“Yeah?” Rowan knew he was smiling like an idiot.

“She said you were in surgery and she didn’t know how serious.” Aelin finally looked him straight in the eyes, and Rowan noticed how beautiful hers were. “No one deserves to have no one in this situation. She said your friends were out of town, and the girl sounded desperate enough that it sounded as if you were fucking died. Again, no one deserves to die alone. Specially someone this good in bed.”

It took Rowan a second to understand everything she had just said. When the last sentence finally registered on his brain, Rowan laughed. Aelin shook her head, a small smile appearing again.

“Also, you’re the first guy I slept with in seven months. Letting you die alone seemed like bad luck.”

“I am honored you put so much consideration into coming to stay with me.”

“Shut it.”

“If it makes you feel less embarrassed—“

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“I would have come too. Make sure my best fuck wasn’t dead.”

“Awn, best fuck? You’ll make me tear up like this, Ro. So romantic.” Aelin pretended to clean fake tears the moment the doctor in darker scrubs and a few on lighter ones entered the room.

“Good to see you awake, Mr Whitethorn.” The man smiled at him, checking his charts. “It’s always good to see wives crying of happiness rather than sadness around here.”

“Of course.” Rowan agreed, turning to Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“They wouldn’t let me stay if I wasn’t family.” She whispered low enough so that only Rowan would hear. Her face slowly broke into a grin, and she winked at him before turning to the doctor. “So he’ll be fine, right, doctor?”

Rowan had to bite his cheeks from laughing at how obviously fake she sounded, but no one other than him noticed. “Yes, yes. Other than a fracture to his right wrist, your husband is completely fine. Some bruising and soreness that painkillers can help, but nothing major. You two are free to enjoy your vacations when he’s discharged tomorrow.”

“Oh, great.” Rowan said, nodding seriously. “My wife here has just informed me that a hospital is no adequate place for a first date.”

All the people in the room laughed, thinking Rowan meant their first date in Antica.

Not their first date ever.

“I’ll leave you two. Anything you need, ask a nurse and they will page me.” The doctor in darker scrubs said, leaving the room with all the ones in lighter scrubs following.

“Where do you live?” Rowan asked the moment the doctor was out.

Aelin turned to him, fingers going back to his silver hair. “Have been living here for the past two years in an art internship. Going back to Orynth, Terrasen by the end of the summer.” She curled a strand around her finger before looking to his face. “You?”

“Have been and will continue to be a very happy resident of Orynth.” Rowan said, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Definitely happier after the summer.”

“Haven’t even asked me out and you’re already thinking about the end of the summer.” Aelin shook her head and clicked her tongue even though she was smiling. “No surprise you got into a car accident, so speedy.”

His smirk grew into a smile. “My dear wife, would you like to go on a date with me?”

She narrowed her eyes, taking her sweet, sweet time to answer. “I’ll think about it.”

“And, seeing how the doctor talked about all my grave injuries—“

“Grave.” She snorted.

“Do I get kisses to feel better?” Rowan’s tone was full of mockery and some laughter.

“If I kiss every place you’re hurting after being hit by a fucking truck, I think we’d be here for a long while.”

“You didn’t complain yesterday.”

Aelin half laughed, half snorted. Rolling her eyes, she bent forward, and even though she was trying very hard not to, Rowan could see the start of a smile just before she pressed her lips against his. They were sweeter and softer than he remembered, and despite the pain on his arms and specially on his right wrist, Rowan raised his hands and put them in her golden strawberry hair.

“One more thing.” He said against her mouth.

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask for too much?” Aelin said impatiently.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get—“

“You don’t say!” Aelin said, voice dripping with so much fake surprise Rowan couldn’t stop but smirk up at her.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get,” he repeated forcefully, eyes narrowing at her as her smile widened. “Tomorrow, when my friends arrive.”

“Yes?”

“Can you please still pretend you’re my wife?”

Aelin stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a full, lovely laugh. The bed shook with her laughter, and Rowan joined her— a little weakly due to the pain, but joined her nonetheless. She bent down to kiss him again, nodding as she did so. “Of course. What type of person would I be if I didn’t help such injured person find some happiness in their lives?”

Rowan kissed her back, fingers playing with her hair. “So this means you’ll go out with me?”

“We’ll see.”

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oh-boy-me · 4 years

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How would the brothers, diavolo and Solomon. (I'm so sorry if that's too much you don't have to do all of them I'm just curious) react with MC who is super clumsy and is always getting hurt on accident? Thank you so much. ❤️❤️

More characters will take a little bit longer to get out, but no character count is too many! I hope you like this ^^

Lucifer:

It is Lucifer’s job to make sure they survive this year, and MC keeps tripping and falling which is NOT how one survives. If he hadn’t caught them on Monday, they would have fallen down the stairs. If he hadn’t caught them on Tuesday, they would have run face first into a door! It’s only Wednesday and Lucifer can’t get any sleep, thinking that every creak in the floorboards is MC on their way to some unknown danger.

One of Diavolo’s prized exchange students poking their eye out on the dining room table is a big no no, so he essentially gives MC an ultimatum. Either they be more careful, or he will baby-proof the entire House of Lamentation.

If they drop and break things often he may just bar them from ever entering his study.

With all that said, he cares more about MC’s condition than his house’s condition, so he always makes sure they’re ok before lecturing them on paying attention to their surroundings.

Mammon:

The first three days of MC’s time in the Devildom? Couldn’t care less; a sinkhole could swallow them up in front of him and it wouldn’t be any lost sleep on his part. What was a bruised elbow?

The other 362 days? You’d think HE was the one that got hurt with how he gets over it. The whole House of Lamentation knows when MC has gone and done something clumsy, because Mammon’s “oh shit!” rings clearly through the hallways.

Asks if they’re ok for far longer than is necessary. If he doesn’t believe them when they insist they’re fine, he quizzes them on how many fingers he’s holding up. Even if it was a papercut.

He’s shit at patching someone up, but he still insists on doing it himself.

Ironically, for panicking the most he does the least to prevent MC from hurting themself.

Over time he’ll probably learn to mellow out and recognize when MC is actually hurt and when they’re just bumped. Probably.

Leviathan:

lmao n00b

Leviathan’s first instinct is to laugh, which he feels super bad about, but ROFLMAO this normie can’t even walk straight IRL without tripping and falling.

After that he does make sure they’re ok, and that they don’t need any ice or bandages or anything. If they aren’t ok, he panics a bit and gets another brother to help them out, most likely Lucifer or Asmo. Over time, he may be able to handle it himself, but for now that was real human blood okay?! He wasn’t ready for that, he felt faint.

Honestly he’s probably the chillest demon about it; he’s clumsy himself, especially when he gets distracted.

Eventually he gets so used to their lack of coordination that when they leave his room he calls out the objects on his floor for them to avoid, finishing off with “door!” He doesn’t have to look up from his game to do this.

Satan:

Satan tries to warn MC when they’re about to bump into something, but he always seems to be a bit too late.

He went on WebMD once and now he’s convinced that every single time MC hits their head they have a concussion. He also read that they’re not uncommon and not deadly (for the most part) so he also doesn’t really… do anything about it? He just kind of sits in silent anxiety.

Whenever he invites MC out, he does his best to stay alert so he can avert any disasters. Books falling off shelves? MC falling off book ladders? Satan’s there to catch them. Cooking together? Why don’t they let him handle the cutting?

With practice, he gets very good at catching them right before they trip. He always, always makes the “falling for me” joke. Unless they were about to go down the stairs. Then he yells at them. Don’t scare him like that, goodness.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus doesn’t really mind how clumsy MC can be--he thinks their lack of coordination is endearing.

However, that doesn’t mean that precautions can’t be taken! If MC includes makeup in their daily routine, they are now banned from doing it themselves. What if they drop the bottle and waste its contents? This is absolutely just an excuse to play makeup artist, and he’ll only try to deny it once.

Bumping into things gives humans bruises REALLY fast, which is NOT the look we are going for, thank you very much. Whenever MC runs into something, he laments the eventual discolored spot in what may as well be a eulogy for their skin with how dramatic he gets.

If MC actually got considerably hurt, though, the drama would fly out the window. Asmo would get them properly patched up right away, without a single word coming out of his mouth.

Later on he will dramatically complain that they nearly died on him, though.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub is an interesting case, because while he does get concerned about them when they get hurt, he also can tell that it’s nothing major. As an athlete, he knows how to identify signs of an actual serious injury.

His answer to basically every injury is ice, so his precautions mainly consist of making sure the freezer's ice machine is stocked and working.

He has a very bad habit of poking the spot that got hurt, and his “sorry” afterwards is enough to break even the stoniest of hearts. He’s very afraid that he’s more dangerous to them than the kitchen counter ever could be, so MC will have to reassure him that his soft poke didn’t shatter their arm.

Beel recommends that MC does some core exercises with him, since a strong core is good for coordination. He also reminds them to not multitask too much and get some sleep. Essentially he’s the only one here with actual solutions.

Belphegor:

Belphie outwardly complains about how clumsy they are and how inconvenient it is, while internally worried sick about whether or not they’re alright.

For some reason he doesn’t even hide his worry when MC bumps into something. MC hurt themself with a sharp object? Be more careful next time, stupid. MC trips and sprains their ankle? Geez, if they hadn’t been going so fast, this wouldn’t have happened. MC bumps into a dresser? Oh shit are they ok???

He’s also frustrated about the fact that they’re most likely getting hurt when he’s not there, since he’s so often asleep, and so many of his hangout ideas equate to taking naps. Like hell is he trusting his brothers to keep MC from banging into every hard surface.

If they roll out of bed, the thud may give him a heart attack right then and there.

This may be one of the few things that he has more anxiety than Beel over.

Diavolo:

The first time they trip, Diavolo nearly has someone call an ambulance, even though demons are very capable of tripping as well. MC is human, though, and his gauge of human fragility is essentially just a guess at that point.

Well, it turns out that humans literally Do Not Care™ about most injuries, which is first of all a huge relief and second of all SO fascinating?? They’re made of glass when compared to a demon, but they get back on their feet as fast as possible. You go, you funky humans.

At the same time, Diavolo has a hard time practicing what he preaches; while he celebrates this newfound discovery that his exchange program brought about, he still freaks out whenever MC says “ow.”

When it does happen, he kind of just freezes up so it’s not like he was being of much help even if a stubbed toe could kill a human.

Lucifer threatened to baby-proof the House of Lamentation, but Diavolo really might go through with baby-proofing the student council room. At least he doesn’t try to involve the hospital anymore.

Solomon:

Solomon is a human too, so he knows that MC is just a klutz and not in much real danger.

He knows that anything MC is holding is in more danger than MC themself most of the time, and he knows that all MC really needs to get back on their feet is a quick “you good down there?” and a hand to help them up.

That said, he’s very protective of his own stuff while MC is around. If something actually does happen to it it’s no hard feelings, but until then he does his best to keep them far away from anything breakable or dangerous.

And of course if it was more than a bump, as a fellow human he’s got that covered too.

Like Asmo, at the end of the day he thinks it’s kind of cute.

He’s not really sure why the others so often volunteer MC to carry his dishes out of the kitchen when he cooks? They know MC has a high chance of dropping things. It’s almost like they don’t want to eat what he makes, but that couldn’t be true, right?

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#with a complete cast of 12 a cap isn't super necessary to me right now #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #barbariandoggolord

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justiceforvillains · 3 years

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So I wanted to share this fic idea with yall, OK so it's like a hawk x dabi x shigaraki x fem reader I think.

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ ------------------------ So Hawks is assigned to protect this girl because the LOV is after her sister, they want her to join them, and they threatened that they will kidnap her older sister, she was a student fighting against the UA when the LOV came and interpret the fight talking about how she wants to be stronger and they were going to give her that power soon after they recivied a punch in the face, so they did plan B which was kidnap her only family and kill her if she doesn't join. Hawks was surprised about all of this, because Dabi did not inform him about it, when he talked to Dabi he did not let him know that he's protecting the girl as a payback for not telling him. When he arrived at the your place which was a small apartment he is surprised, you were way too different than your sister, your sister was like a female version of Bakuguo, always fighting always yelling however you were calm very calm your voice soft when you speak even the way you moved was elegant. But the first thing he noticed was that you were blind you had a cloth wrapped around your eyes and on top you had sunglasses on, you seemed however super smart not asking too many questions and understanding the danger you were in, but you still had a soft smile on your lips. But somehow the smile seemed fake, but he didn't think much of it all he had to do was keep you company and make sure Noone hurts you, after a few weeks of living with you he got bored it's not like you were boring the complete opposite you would tell him stories from your childhood, you even mentioned that the reason your sister doesn't come to visit you was because she feels like she was the reason you're blind now, which was not true. He tried asking what you meant but you just smiled and changed the subject quickly, something he also like was you would make breakfast every morning he liked that a lot, but in the end he wanted to go out a little, he offered taking you with him, but you rejected telling him he can go ahead and leave.

Let's just say the flight did not go as Hawks planned, it was terrible, he came back to you real fucking tired and just goddam stressed, you asked him what was wrong, he's surprised you noticed, he made sure his voice sounded as friendly and cheerful as possible how did you pick up on it, you just reply with "your voice doesn't normally sound like that" So he starts to complain and somehow ends up being cuddled by you his head buried in your neck and you're playing with his hair. When you fell asleep first he carried you to your room and laied you down on the bed, he blushed a little remembering how you pulled him for a hug and how frozen up he's been, he smiled at the small memory he wants to protect you, wants to keep you safe and see more of your genuine smiles. Since then he became attached to you but you two don't have a relationship you're just friends with cuddle benefits, so there comes a time where he Had to leave you, which scared him, he gave you a feather necklace and told you to grip on it tight when you're in danger. So fast forward dabi gets teleported in your apartment, he stood taking on your small simple apartment, he found you sitting on the couch a braille book in your hands. He waited awhile taking you in, the LOV did not have a lot of information about you, they didn't even know what your quirk was, he's wondering why you wore sunglasses, and why you were feeling up the book's pages. You slowly closed the book and without him saying anything you greeted "hello there how can I help you?" in a way soft calm voice, which honestly surprised him seeing the situation you were in "you're not scared?" "not really I expected someone to come" you sounded like you didn't care, you must be really strong if you did not fear him one bit, he got his flames ready to fight. You on the other hand just took the feather necklace off, that's when Dabi noticed it "you're not calling the bird here to save you?" he smirks, you either are really strong or just really careless "if I get him here you might kill the innocent people in this building, right? It's easier to just go with you, I don't want anyone to hurt again because of me.... " you whispered the last part, he almost didn't hear the pain in your voice almost. You held your hand out "could you guide me? I'm blind" he's surprised by that looking at your hand then your face, you're coming in willingly? This has to be a trick, he believed that you were blind after looking closely he can see you had a cloth wrapped behind these sunglasses, he just said fuck it since he doesn't have much time before Hawks comes back, he grabbed your hand, they felt very soft. Anyways he gets you to the LOV missing the way your soft hand felt in his, and Shigaraki being the asshole he is just decays something infront of you to silently tell you to not try anything funny, Dabi just rolls his eyes "she's blind" it seems that the leader did not like the answer, he took your glasses and decays them, and then takes the cloth roughly off because he thinks you're playing them. All of the LOV just gasp once he took the cloth off even Shigaraki froze at the sight, you had no eyes it was straight out of a horror movie, you took the cloth back in your hands calmley wrapping it calmly back around your eyes again, Shigaraki still frozen and Dabi feeling a little bad about this whole situation, you seemed kind, but too kind, you sighed "my father got angry at my sister when we were younger, when I tried to defend her he did this to me" Now the whole LOV felt bad they had their family issues, and understood the pain you probably felt, but you didn't let it show, you just shrugged it off. After awhile of spending time in LOV you becomes good friends with Spinner, and you treated Toga as your little sister, you went along with all of the LOV except Dabi and Shigaraki Dabi would watch you from afar still not knowing what your quirk is, Shigaraki on the other hand never talked to you again. Until one night you heard a crash, you slowly walked to the sound of the

crash relying on the walls for support, you find that it coming for Shigaraki's room (Per Spinner's description) as soon as you go inside you heard him yelling at you "get out!!" "fucking leave!!" His voice sounded so broken so sad, you couldn't just leave, you crunched downand just hug him, he froze again not knowing what you're doing, hell he doesn't know why he's crying all of the sudden "I-I wasn't--I didn't do it on purpose I" and just cries harder. You didn't know what he's talking about but you assumed it was a nightmare, but before you could assure him, you felt pain go through your left arm, you screamed. Shigaraki looks in horror how you slowly start to decay and in a second the whole LOV is in his bedroom, they all watch in horror how your arm is disappearing. Dabi starts yelling "why the fuck would you do that!!!! What the fuck?!?!" Shigaraki is reminded of his child self and just crawls back, however all of the sudden you raised your right arm and dug your nails in you left shoulder and the decay stops and there's a white light coming from your hand. somehow you generate yourself to everyone's surprise. Shigaraki still had his eyes closed not really looking as he has his back against the wall, scratching his neck, you then whispered out of breath "Shigaraki its ok im fine please hold my hand" and he just stops to stare he does hold it with his thumb hovering just for a sec he felt calm before you were snatched away by Dabi, he carries you back to your room and throws you on the bed. You heard the door to your room click signaling that he just locked you in, you could hear him yelling at Shigaraki you can also hear the rest of the LOV calming both the men down, you sighed you just wanted to help not make it worse. From then on you were not allowed to leave your room often, you did explain that you can regenerate cells and that was your quirk, but they didn't let you leave one day Shigaraki came to your room to apologize for what happened and you just let him know that you don't see him as a monster and that you would like if he visited you more often, he didn't reply but you felt his hand wrap around your own for a second, it seems he was wearing gloves, you didn't comment. Another time was when you felt your door opening, at first you thought it was Shigaraki again but when listened closely "is everything ok Dabi?" "how would you know it's me?" "footsteps" you reply shortly "just making sure.... You still there" he mumbles quietly "you need a hug?" he laughs bitterly "giving out free hugs for bad guys that can kill you in a blink of an eye" "you sound like you need one" He huffs and comes over to you, one hand around your neck pushing you down on the bed getting close to your ear and whispers "don't get too comfortable doll face, the only reason we keeping you around is because we want your little sister to join us-" he stops when he feels arms wrap around him and play with his hair he just freezes the hand that was around your neck now laying on the bed. He didn't know what to do, he hadn't felt anyone kindly touch him in years, he just let's it happen not sure what was he supposed to say, he finds himself sleeping next to you he woke up in the middle of the night shocked that he had held you so tight you were just sleeping calmly he leaves immediately. Yeah that's all I have sorry

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Hi, hope you’re doing well!! I’m sorry if it’s too late to send in prompts for today - I just saw you were posting and was wondering if you’d want to write something where Bucky has a high enough fever to start having hallucinations and Steve tries to help him. No worries if not, ik it’s late!! :)

Sure, I can try this one. It's going to be a combination of fever hallucination and flashback, because that's the only way I can get this to actually make sense...

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Powers/No Powers. Apologies for slight mental health --> weight loss talk.

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Bucky's been upstairs all day, and Steve's been at the kitchen table, pretending he hasn't been browsing travel blogs instead of sending an email to Bucky's psychiatrist. Steve can't come up with the right words to describe Bucky's ever-slipping condition, and he means to Google something about major depressive disorder. Even Wikipedia might help, probably more than the picture of the hammock and palms on the gulf of Mexico that he's currently ogling.

He could take Bucky on a trip, try to raise his ever-lowering spirits. But, honestly, Bucky would probably hate that. Feel uncomfortable, try to put on airs, and give Steve stiff sex as an unnecessary thank-you. That would make them unable to look at each other as they laid on the sand drinking something with a fruit kabob coming out the top.

Steve doesn't care for fruity drinks, though. And he hasn't seen Bucky eat food in... he doesn't know, full fat cream and sugar for his coffee notwithstanding.

Or Steve could go on a vacation by himself--

There's suddenly a bump from upstairs, and Steve starts. He closes the window on his browser, afraid he'll be caught doing something he isn't supposed to.

"Buck?" Steve calls, looking toward the bedroom at the top of the stairs. "You ok?"

There's no response. Steve's heart begins to pound, for the noise sounded suspiciously like a body hitting the floor.

"I'm gonna come up, ok?" He starts up the stairs, aware that he's shaking with anticipatory fear at what he'll find.

"Bucky?" Steve enters the bedroom. There's a pile of blankets on the floor, Bucky's legs and head visible through the layers.

Steve drops to his knees and pats the place where Bucky's shoulder should be. "Buck? What happened?"

Bucky groans and shakes his head. Strands of damp hair stick to his face, yet his teeth seem to be chattering.

"What the...?" Steve turns the back of his hand and tucks it beneath Bucky's chin. He's blazing hot and covered in clammy sweat. Steve wonders when Bucky developed such a fever, or how he could without Steve noticing.

But, then again... Steve slept on the couch last night, and he hasn't been upstairs yet today. He checks his watch, and he's dismayed to see that it's after four in the afternoon. His heart drops to his stomach. He feels neglectful, like he hasn't done his job.

Still, though. Bucky's a grown man. He should be capable of communicating his needs, at least. Even if he's heavily depressed, he can still come downstairs and ask Steve to unlock the ibuprofen if he feels like he's getting sick.

But getting sick doesn't even begin to describe Bucky's current state. He's bypassed the light fever and maybe upset stomach that denote the beginning of an illness. He has to be reading well into the hundreds temperature wise, and Steve smells vomit coming from the bedclothes.

"Ok," Steve sighs, looking for the edge of the topmost blanket and unwinding it from Bucky's cocoon. "I think you might be overheating."

"'M not..." Bucky licks his bottom lip, which is dry and cracked. "'S cold..."

"Yeah, because you're sick," Steve explains.

Bucky blinks. His eyes focus on Steve for a second, then drift blindly to the sides. "You gotta..." he starts. A retch wracks his shoulders, and a thin stream of bile comes up onto the floor.

"It's ok, Buck." Steve cups his hand beneath Bucky's mouth, even though the carpet is already saturated.

"You gotta stuck the poison out..."

"Huh?"

More vomit comes up. Steve brushes Bucky's hair out of his face. "Just breathe, ok?"

"But-- if you don't, it'll spread--"

"What'll spread?" Steve finds the edge of another quilt and uncovers Bucky's torso. Goosebumps bloom on his arm and stump shoulder. Bucky reaches to pull the blanket back on, but Steve grabs his hand and holds it tightly.

"The venom..."

"There's no snake," Steve says quickly, looking around the room just to make sure.

"S-scorpion--" Bucky heaves again, and this time, nothing comes up.

"You're all dried out," Steve says, concerned. "I think you're empty."

"But you have to-- The poison--"

"Buck, there's no scorpion, either." Steve uses a blanket to wipe Bucky's face.

"It hurts." Bucky flails, pulling his arm away from Steve and wrapping it around his body to the opposite shoulder.

"Ok, fine," Steve says. "It stung you? Where?"

"My arm. My hand!" Bucky grits his teeth, and Steve cringes at the sound. "Fuck, it's still on me."

Steve runs his hand up and down Bucky's right arm. "Ok, it's gone."

"My other arm--"

"Buck," Steve protests. "There's nothing there."

"It hurts."

"You're really sick, ok?" Steve massages Bucky's stump shoulder with gentle fingers, hoping he isn't aggravating the problem. "I think you're, like, feeling something that isn't there."

"It's-- I'm--" Bucky rolls back and forth on the floor, freeing himself from Steve's grip. "It's the venom. I don't feel good."

"No, it's the other way around," Steve murmurs softly. "You don't feel good, so you think you have venom..."

"It's--I'm gonna--" Bucky's eyelids flutter. "Don't let me die..."

"I won't." Steve's heart beats hard in his chest. He toys with the idea of calling a squad. The situation is starting to get beyond what he can control.

"I'm-- I wanna go home. I wanna see Steve..." Bucky's shoulders rise to his ears as he dry heaves again.

"You are home." Steve bends forward to lie on his elbows at Bucky's side, close enough to put his head between Bucky's shoulder and cheek. "I love you."

Bucky's eyes screw up and his chest rises in a quick, sighing sob, but no tears pour down his cheeks. He's dehydrated, Steve realizes. Further proof that even though Bucky's clearly lost in hallucinations, he might be right. He is in bad shape.

Unwilling to leave Bucky's side, even to go downstairs for an ice pack, Steve pulls his phone from his back pocket. IV fluids are probably needed at this point. Something to stronger than over-the-counter ibuprofen break the fever. He sighs and dials Sam's number, hoping to elicit some advice before bringing in the big guns.

"Tell Steve..." Bucky murmurs, his eyes rolling side to side. "I love him."

"Sure thing," Steve whispers back, finding Bucky's fingers and giving them a squeeze. "I will."

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Adrien is definitely gonna take Emilie’s place in a coma (A Theory)

Yeah so I mean the title of this is exactly what I’m pretty sure is gonna happen. This is because there has been a huge load of foreshadowing and some other subtler reasons I will be going over in this post. Of course, there’s always a chance it won’t happen, but if it didn’t I think I’d be pretty surprised considering just the amount of evidence thats going into this.

(Also sorry ahead of time for the structure of this, I tried to structure this based on my specific reasons for this theory but I kind of went off on tangents in some places and in others I use ideas that I assume come with the theory and don’t necessarily fit into any specific reason (like Emilie coming back to life and what would happen there, why Adrien and not Nathalie, and loosely how theyd get Adrien out of the coma), although I mosty stick to the structure I still want to add this disclaimer just so you’re aware that I wrote this in one go at midnight (also wait right now its 12:10am it is now ten minutes into my birthday??? ok ignoring that))

I dont know man. Just consider what I have to say. Or dont. I will be listing my reasons starting now.

1. Imagery of Adrien being in comatose state/ in a coffin-like thing.

This is surprisingly common??? Off the top of my head I can think of Style Queen and Riposte (I believe) which involve this. In Style Queen, Audrey in the form of her akumatized self had essentially kidnapped Adrien and put him in this gold/glass coffin thing that disintegrated the longer it remained untouched. The other one is Riposte, where Ladybug hides Adrien in that big sarcophogus in the Louvre (he didn’t stay in it but still the imagery is there.)

I also just remembered in Chameleon when Lila took Adrien’s form he was asleep/in a comatose state in that locker and Plagg was like “aw man am I gonna have to kiss him.....” but then Adrien wakes up because Lila stole someone else’s form

EDIT: another instance of Adrien/Chat Noir being shoved into a sarcophagus (besides Riposte) is in Pharaoh in season 1

So yes there is definitely a good number of foreshadowing for this. I might take this further and say if Adrien were to go comatose and be in the coffin Emilie was in then Felix might replace him for some amount of time?? Like impersonate him amd stuff?? Just because there’s lots of stuff in the show with impersonation I feel like it could work aNYWAY BACK TO THE EVIDENCE I KNOW ITS A TANGENT

2. Possible evidence foreshadowing Emilie *inadvertantly* killing (not killing but making comatose you get it) Adrien

This one is not as strong as the first but its worth considering. I was googling the word “mayura” just out of curiosity a while back and basically its a peacock in Hindu stories (like peacocks are a kinda revered animal) and I just initially found a couple websites that said that the mayura has been depicted eating a snake as a symbol of the cycle of time (you dont have to read this part in parenthesis, its just kind of a tangent: the cycle of time as known in Hinduism is another aspect of Hinduism directly referenced in the show: the horse/space miraculous kwami Kaalki’s name is a reference to the prophecied tenth avatar/reincarnation of the god Vishnu, and he is referenced in the Kalachakra tantra which is basically a Hindu book about the cycle of time. Keep in mind I got all this from wikipedia and other internet websites, I do not practice Hinduism and I dont directly know anybody who does, so if any of this is wrong pls lmk because there is surprisingly not a lot of information on the internet about it from what I could tell)

So anyways yes peacock (mayura) eating snake representing the cycle of time. Both Luka and Adrien are represented in the show as the snake, but ultimately I think the snake here represents Adrien just because it makes more sense (Snake Noir, future Alix’s tattoo depicts a snake to be Adrien and is meant to represent Adrinette, Adrien just has some shifty stuff going on with the snake in general etc) and thus, if Gabriel manages to actually get the ladybug and black cat miraculouses and make the wish to bring Emilie to life, then this “mayura” analogy (assuming Emilie as the mayura in this scenario) would make sense if her life brought upon Adrien losing his.

The reason I dont think it would refer to Nathalie even though her official name is Mayura is for pretty much two sub-reasons. The first is that I think she is going to die before this wish happens. I know, its a kids show, whatever, but consider it. The Agreste/Graham de Vanily family has a trend of having opposite names [I am so sorry I literally first heard this from a tumblr user but I cannot remember who I just remember they had made a string of theories on why Emilie Agreste will not be who she seems to be so credit to them I did not discover that] for example the name Gabriel means hero/angel, Felix means happy/fortunate, Adrien means dark, etc, and Nathalie Sancoeur means “birthday (of Christ)” and “heartless” respectively. We already know she is not heartless but rather full of heart because she has fallen in love with Gabriel. So then,,,,,,,,,, the opposite of birth is death. She’s already shown to be pretty sick too despite the peacock miraculous having been “fixed” (as of the New York special being the most recent piece of content). I’m sorry guys I do not make the rules

stop why his face look like that though

The second part of why I think this is a little stupid but. The original art released by Jeremy Zag for Mayura does not look like Nathalie. Plus this art was only released under the name of “the Peacock” (originally Le Paon in French) so it might not actually be the Mayura we know as of now. Now, theoretically, it could be that they had made this art before they knew they wanted Nathalie to be Mayura or just as art depicting what Emilie would have been like as the peacock miraculous holder, and it could literally just be Nathalie. When you compare the images, though, the original Mayura art looks far more like Emilie and a lot less like Nathalie. Yes I am aware this is stupid just know this is only a minor point

I dont know man those faces do not look the same to me and the original Mayura definitely had Emilie’s eye shape and face shape in mind. They might’ve changed it after making the concept art but my point still stands

Ok next reasoning

Again not a very strong point but sometimes dialogue just implies things in Miraculous and I can think of a very specific quote that would fit this happening, and there are probably more that I just dont know to look for since I dont have this whole show memorized

So the quote is from Startrain after Gabriel loses control of the akuma then learns about the Startrain having been akumatized with Adrien on board, and he says “hoping that my enemies will save my son..... how ironic.” When I first heard this quote I really, really felt like it was foreshadowing something just based on his tone and the way this new idea was being introduced of him having to be on the same side as Ladynug and Chat Noir for once, even if it was just temporary. This quote absolutely is indicative to me of a future event in which he’ll have to work with his “enemies” to save his son. A situation in which Adrien is in comatose would perfectly align with this. At least for how I would predict the show would make it, Gabriel would have to turn away from Emilie (who represents the past for him, and this action would therefore represent moving on) and join forces with Ladybug/Marinette, his “enemy”, to save Adrien.

Onto the last reason!

Emilie is probably definitely coming back. Which means someone’s going into a coma in her place.

I mean come on it would be so anticlimactic if they just caught Gabe before he fulfilled his wish. Plus with the way they are outlining Emilie to be this perfect golden being is definitely because its going to far contrast with how she will actually turn out. This doesnt really support the Adrien thing in particular but honestly it would also be anticlimactic of the coma was for anyone else. If it was Nathalie, then yeah itd suck for Adrien I guess but like???? Doesn’t really connect the plots as much. Whereas if its Adrien, that brings Marinette into it, that gives her a powerful as heck conflict. Im guessing they would also somehow resolve his coma with “the power of love” mentioned in the theme song, just because of the foreshadowing with like waking someone up with a true love’s kiss (think Plagg in Chameleon, I guess the rose in Style Queen, maybe Alya’s story to Manom in Stormy Weather if we’re strecthing it....)

TL;DR: Adrien is probably gonna go comatose (like Emilie did) at some point because its been pretty foreshadowed (think Style Queen, Riposte, and even Chameleon), because of the legend surrounding the Hindu “mayura” peacock eating a snake representing time (wow that was not a sentence ok then), because Gabriel has previously foreshadowed having to work with his enemies to save his son, and also just because it would be super awesome and allow each character involved to have a pretty fulfilling conflict and arc.

(all images from the miraculous ladybug wiki excluding the piece of art depicting the mayura which is from murugan.org)

I hope however took the time to read this post enjoyed this theory, sometimes I have really random yet detailed theories regarding this show and I wanted to share this one because if I’m right then this will be proof I had predicted it, also you guys could possibly elaborate on it. I’m all for friendly discussions folks fr

If this doesn’t end up happening the theory is still awesome and they should have done it, and if it does my ego will probably expand and hopefully they will make it as awesome as it seems like it would be. Sorry if the structure of this post is not great, but thank you for reading. I appreciate you, have a wonderful week :)

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