#and tbf to him he left it dark and he was quiet

[theladyfae]

never volunteer to sleep on the couch in a house of 6 other people desi folk can never be quiet in their lives

[dreamescapeswriting]

All Warmed Up ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

GENRE: angst with a fluffy ending, chan not realising/ignoring that the reader is sick, sick reader, caring for you, Noway I'd forgive him wihtout some major grovelling tbf though

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

For days this headache had been brewing for you, it had started as nothing more than a dull pain in the front of your head but as time went on it continued to get worse and worse until you could barely stand it anymore. You’d called in sick to work for days now and it was getting to the point where your boss was beginning to get annoyed with you for it, not that you could help it when your body decided to make you ill though.

Normally you weren’t the type to let some sort of bug or flu keep you down but this one seemed to be knocking you down again and again and it was a struggle for you to even keep your eyes open. It was hard for you to even go to the bathroom without feeling so light-headed you were going to fall so you held onto the walls whenever you walked.

“Channie?” You coughed out as you heard him getting up, or getting in you weren’t entirely sure what time it was since the blackout curtains were still drawn shut keeping everything out. It was the only thing keeping your headache somewhat muted at this point and you were doing everything to keep any form of light out of your way. Your phone hadn’t been turned on since yesterday and you were laid in complete darkness, something that seemed to be helping you an awful lot lately.

“What are you doing in bed?” Chan grumbled a little harshly as he made his way over the windows throwing the curtains open and blinding you instantly as you let out a choked whine. 

“I’m sick.” You grumbled pulling the sheets over your head but it was as though he’d not heard you as he grabbed his bag and pulled his laptop free from his bag. You knew he’d been working harder than usual lately since their new album was dropping any second but this was somehow different to any other comeback stress you’d seen your boyfriend under.

He’d barely had time to look away from the screen to eat, let alone look at you and see the state that you were in and you didn't hate him for it. The two of you had an understanding that when he was so busy you weren't going to hear from him much, but knowing he was alive and eating was enough for you when he was in comeback mode. 

But it annoyed you as to why he was asking why you were home, you’d told him all week that you hadn’t been feeling well, texting him that you were home and for him to be quiet when he came in but all of the notifications were read but never replied to. Hell, you'd even asked him to pick you up some cold patches and he had. Had he forgotten you were sick that quickly?

You didn’t take it to heart since you knew he was busy but it started to grate you that he didn’t even act as though he cared that you were so sick. Not that you were doing it to gain his attention but to know your boyfriend cared wasn't too much to ask, was it?

Chan mumbled something you didn’t quite hear before slipping his headphones onto his head and starting to work on his laptop, you slowly peeked out from under the blankets and groaned as the sun felt like it was burning your eyes into raisins. 

“Fuck,” You grumbled reaching to the bedside cabinet for the sunglasses you’d kept nearby for when you had to venture to the bathroom and you slid them on slowly standing up. The clock on the wall said it was almost nine which meant you were once again not going to work and you needed to phone your boss.

“Have you seen my phone?” You mumbled out, searching around the bed for when you last saw it but it was nowhere in sight and it wasn’t even on the bedside cabinet either. You could have sworn you left it near you last night for when you were eventually going to need to use it again.

“Channie?” You asked out before tapping his shoulder and a very annoyed-looking Chan turned to look at you. There were bags under his eyes and you could bet he hadn't slept the night before,

“What?!” He bit out, staring at you and waiting impatiently for you to ask him whatever it was.

“Have you seen my phone? I need to call in sick.” You didn’t even react to his angry voice, you didn’t have the energy to.

“You’re calling in sick again?” Disbelief masked his tone as he turned his head back to look at the screen,

“I can barely move without feeling dizzy and I have this giant headache,” You groaned rubbing your temples a little before Chan pulled his headphones over his head.

Maybe he somehow thought you weren’t going to hear him but the next sentence made your heart break into a million tiny pieces,

“You need to get over yourself, there are people worse off that are still going to work.” At this point, between him not even acknowledging that you were sick and his words it felt as though your heart had just been put through a paper shredder and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The response you had for him died in your throat when you saw him going straight back to working on his project. Somewhere inside of you, you knew that he was just acting out of stress but it didn’t stop the achingness you were now feeling inside of you. And maybe he was right? People did go to work when they were sick but you’d never been one of those people, you could barely function when a migraine came on and you would always take time off to start trying to feel better. 

So instead of phoning in sick you moved to the wardrobe very shakily, changed into some work clothes and carefully made your way out of the house and into the street. With how dizzy you were feeling you grabbed a cab not wanting to put anyone else or yourself in danger if you were to drive to work.

After a few hours of working in his room, Chan finally slipped off his headphones and smiled to himself pretty proud of how everything had come together. It was done and it was good, perfect even but he would never admit that. Everything was composed and edited and ready to be put into an album for review with the company and he couldn’t have been any happier with how it had gone. Now all he wanted to do was celebrate with you, go out and grab some food and then come back and do nothing for a few days since he would have some time off.

“Yn?! I finished, do you wanna go out and grab some food?” He called out as he walked out of the bedroom expecting to find you on the sofa but the house was quiet and cold and you were nowhere in sight. 

“Yn?” He tapped on the bathroom door before opening it and finding it empty and panic began to wash over him, if you weren’t in the house where were you? You should have finished work hours ago and been home long before now. Sprinting back to your shared room he grabbed his phone to check where you were and he had missed calls from unknown numbers and a few from the boys. But there was a blinking voicemail at the top of his screen.

“Hello Mr Bang, this is Doctor Kush from Seoul General Hospital, we have Miss Yln here and you’re listed as her emergency contact, please contact us again on this number.” Dread began to crush Chan like a ton of bricks and he tried calling your phone only it was going straight to voicemail, next he was calling the boys who appeared to be ignoring his calls. 

“I’m fine Lix,” You hissed trying to get out of the hospital bed but his hands kept pushing you back to lie down on the bed shaking his head at you. You'd wished they'd not called anyone but you'd been out cold so you couldn't tell them not to call anyone for you.

“I need to go to work, I’m fine.” It was a lie and you knew it but the words Chan had said to you kept bouncing around in your head and you couldn’t stop them. In a sick twisted way, your head was telling you to prove him right, that you could go it and go to work when you were sick and you couldn’t see just how wrong he was.

“I will ask them to sedate you if you don’t lay down right now.” Felix’s voice was stern and you stared at him with his unblinking eyes and knew that he was serious with his threat.

“What were you even thinking going to work?” after the hospital couldn’t get hold of Chan they’d called your second emergency contact in your phone which happened to be Felix who was a little overprotective of you. The two of you were close with one another and had been ever since you'd started dating Chan he was like a brother to you and you adored the relationship you had with him.

“I thought I felt better.” Felix didn’t believe it for one second as he noticed your top lip twitch and your nose wriggle, a clear sign that you were lying to him.

“And the real reason?” Felix stared at you and the two of you failed to notice that Chan was standing at the door and panting heavily out of breath. He'd been running from the car park and up the stairs since the elevators were taking too long for him to even get inside.

“There are people worse off than me that still go to work, so I should get over it and go.” The words drove a knife through Chan’s chest, almost as much as seeing you hooked up to an IV did and he felt as though he was going to throw up.

He hadn’t expected you to hear him and he didn’t even know why he’d said it to you, it wasn’t as though he’d meant it - not to you at least, never to you. 

Of all people, Chan knew just how bad your migraines got to you but he’d just been so stressed with work and he’d been hearing people complain about how sick they were, too sick to help him edit the album and he snapped. It was wrong and he was going to make it up to you every second of every day for the rest of his life if you let him.

“Yn, I’m sorry.” You and Felix’s heads snapped in his direction and you quickly looked down at your hands on the bed, you didn't want to face him right now or for a while at least. It pained you to think of everything he'd said back at home,

“What happened?” Chan asked you but you refused to even look at him so Felix stepped in, clearing his throat as he told Chan everything that the doctors had told him.

“She passed out at work and fell down a flight of stairs,” Felix explained and you grimaced a little. You'd just made it inside the building and got to your floor before passing out, part of you was thankful it wasn't in the street since that would have been even more embarrassing. 

“What?!” Chan's eyes widened as he stared at you, searching for any signs of broken bones or injuries but you were just laid in bed with an IV in your arm.

“She’s fine, her migraine is worse so they're treating her with acetaminophen and she has a sprained ankle but it could have been a lot worse.” It could have been, Right now you would have given anything to still be passed out so you didn’t have to face Chan but you knew it was inevitable.

“I’ll give you some time alone.” The door to your room slid shut and you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry-” Chan tried to say but you didn't want to hear it,

“Save it.” You hissed out, staring at him as he shook his head as if he was trying to find the words to say.

“But I am, I’ve just been-”

“Stressed?” You finished with a scoff, you wanted to shake your head but any movement you made honestly made you feel as though you were going to fall over again. 

“I’ve heard the same excuse time and time again Chan and it’s getting harder for me to forgive every time,” Your voice cracked as you got the words out and Chan sat on the chair beside your bed, holding your hand in his as he ran his fingers over your skin.

“I was spiteful and rude. I took out my anger from everyone else on you and it’s not fair.” He admitted,

“True.” You mumbled as he lifted your hand to his lips and softly placed a kiss on your skin, smiling weakly as he thought about it. There were going to be no words he could even express to tell you how sorry he was,

“Everyone at work had been calling in sick when they were fine and I just snapped. It was wrong and nasty but I just-”

“Let the dame break and I was collateral damage?” You mumbled bitterly before looking at him and he nodded at you slowly.

“And I will do everything I can to make it up to you.” You smirked a little at the thought of what you could get out of him and he watched you closely,

“Spoiler for the new album?”

“Anything but that.” He groaned, you knew he would never be allowed to no matter how much you begged.

“Take me home?” You knew he was sorry for what he’d said and it was still going to take a while before you got over it but all you wanted right now was to go home and be in his arms.

“I’ll talk to your doctor.” He whispered before gently kissing the top of your head and walking out of the room to go and find someone who knew your case.

Since coming home from the hospital Chan had been a completely different person toward you, work was wiped completely from his mind and he had been caring for you every second of the day. The night you'd come home from the hospital he'd run you a bath but used a baby thermometer to check that the water wasn't too hot for you to get into and wouldn't let you bathe alone.

The whole time he'd been there, he'd washed your body for you and helped make sure your hair didn't get wet. After that, he'd taken you to bed where he got you a warm hot water bottle to place on your ankle and changed it to ice whenever he needed to.

Now was no different, besides the fact that you felt completely fine and well enough to go back to your normal day-to-day business.

“You know I feel fine now right?” You asked as Chan tucked you into a blanket on the sofa and placed a hot drink on the table that was within arm's reach of you. 

“I just want to make sure.” He mumbled as he pushed play on your comfort film and went to go and get his own hot drink.

“Chan, the doctor gave me the all-clear four days ago.” you reminded him but he pouted at you in response making you giggle at him. You knew he was sorry for the way he had treated you and this was one of the only ways he was able to make it up to you so you were doing your best to let him.

“I love you,” You told him as he cuddled up under the blanket with you, holding your hand before squeezing it softly.

“I love you too.” He whispered, holding you close to him not wanting to let you go for even a second.

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[marley-manson]

So Mulcahy’s War follows the same tradition as most other post-Gelbart Mulcahy-centric episodes (as far as I recall without going through a list and double checking all of Mulcahy’s plotlines) which basically are all about how cool and badass the army is and how draft dodging isn’t cool, man. (and tbf Mulcahy isn’t always anti-draft dodging, as in An Unholy Mess, but yk, the narrative still is)

This one’s much softer than Identity Crisis, but it’s essentially the same moral, just left unstated at the end. Stop being a coward and go back to the front. And man as a contrast to Private Charles Lamb, it’s depressing lol. The default implication in season 3 is still that the kid who shot himself is going back, but there’s no narrative/priestly urging, it’s just a sad fact of the war. Hawk and Trap go well out of their ways to keep him from getting in trouble, and the episode makes a point of how much they empathize with him. The sole reason they give for why he shouldn’t do it again is that he could permanently injure himself, and Trap even makes a dark joke about how they should put out a manual on how to self-inflict without getting caught.

Frank as a threat is also taken much more lightly in this one, with Hawk half-assing a lie about the kid’s foot and turning it into a joke. Which, yk, is a perfectly fair narrative treatment of Frank lol, that’s not a negative really, but I did prefer Hawk and Trap having to threaten him to keep the kid safe in PCL, just personally. It helped keep the narrative on the kid’s side, rather than situating him as misguided, by emphasizing how desperate the kid needed to be to risk it. The kid in PCL wasn’t portrayed as someone who could be talked into happily returning to the front as long as the priest giving the pep talk is badass enough lol.

You can also compare Mulcahy’s War to the subplot in Smilin’ Jack with the kid who doesn’t try to dodge and thinks there’s something wrong with him because of it. The implication in that episode is that the situation is wholly unfair - the kid keeps going back to the front despite how afraid he is, while Jack is forcibly retired as a pilot despite how much he loves it. The unspoken implication of Smilin’ Jack is that the kid probably should try to escape, and it’s a quiet tragedy that he doesn’t, that he takes orders so well.

Honestly what I’d love to see is an episode where Mulcahy encourages a soldier to return to the front only for him to die. Deal with the implications of your values, dude.

[levi-of-lesbos]

Hi so this is my first au thing in glee and I have no idea if this has been done before if it has pls reply to this post with it! Id really wanna see it

Okay so

Spoilers for Song of Achilles if you haven't read it!!

Brittana song of achilles au

The hair colours coincide - Brittany is Achilles and Santana is Patroclus

The personalities fit - brittany is free spirited, kind, popular, the vibe (esp at the start of the book) fits with each other, santana is wary of a lot of things, kind of ooc but I've seen a lot of fics portraying santana as quiet but snarky and tbh it kinda fits in canon too, esp when you compare them - Patroclus is quiet but he is loyal as hell and is the only one who dares to talk back to Achilles, he will fight you if needed

The story kinda goes the same, they meet as kids and bond and everything but just to outline

Santana arrives at the palace (?) she's kind of a loner at first, but she doesn't really wanna bother interacting with the other kids (this part is actually pretty accurate to canon imo cause when santana lives in new york she doesn't actually make a lot of friends she just interacts with the same few people, this could be taken to be cause she's a side character but it's a fun look into her personality), brittany on the other hand is very friendly, the new girl catches her eye and she does all sorts of tricks to catch her eye, shes also a very bold character I think, so she def would be the one to make the first move plus be bold enough to ask her father for the new, quiet, murderer kid to be her lifelong closest companion

For the sake of this au we are going to villainise their parents (sorry), and so brittany still gets sent away to chiron and subsequently the place where she has to disguise herself to avoid the war but santana still goes to find her every time

I also think that it would be fun for brittany to say with a grin to santana "what has hector ever done to me?"

Anyway so the war comes, there's the whole thing about achilles losing his innocence and part of what makes us root for him so much in the first place and we know that brittany is portrayed very much as a cinnamon roll in fanon (much like Achilles too tbf) and I think dark brittany would be interesting to see once her view of the world is gone

In this au puck is briseis cause I'm a sucker for puck-santana friendships in fics (I do not support or condone anything m*rk s*lling did irl I just like the character in fanon), the scene where briseis and achilles yell at each other because they both loved patroclus in different ways but they loved him all the same would be cool with Puck and Brittany, the anger between them and the grief would be so good

So anyway santana ofc dies in this, just imagine santana being scared to fight, but she knows that to protect brittany she has to go out and put herself in danger for her because she's the love of her life and she doesn't want her to die, but she ends up getting kind of ahead of herself and gets killed by hector (quick reminder that achilles slept beside patroclus' dead body for days before burning it so just picture that but brittana), brittany hearing the news that a great soldier has fallen and thinking "santana will come back and tell me about it", brittany discovering santanas the one that died and being unable to function afterwards, her innocent and sometimes naive view of the world just falling apart because santana is dead and never coming back, brittany killing hector to effectively kill herself so that she gets reunited with santana, only to arrive in the afterlife unable to find her

Santana on the other hand has to watch brittany grieve for her, unable to do anything to lessen her pain, only to get left behind by the ignorant survivors and has to wait for god knows how many years before she can finally see the love of her life again

So anyway I love angst as you can tell, if someone's done this before pls send links, this is just my take on it, please feel free to add on cause I have no idea where the rest of the glee kids would be in this au, I might or might not add on more stuff afterwards if I have more brainrot so yes

[hoshiwhxre]

A Friend Who's There When You Need Them The Most. (hjs)

Han Jisung ; A Friend Who's There When You Need Them The Most

description : jisung turns up at your door after a stressful night at the studio, desperate for some stress relief

typ : smut / short drabble

pairing : jisung x female!reader

rated : NSFW

warnings : unprotected!sex , oral!sex , just smut (this one isn't actually that graphic tbf)

word count : 0.8k

{ this one was one i wrote a while ago and i did it pretty quickly, so im sorry for it not being that good :(( }

You yawned, padding slowly towards your front door as you ran tired eyes over a clock hanging up to your left. You carefully rose up to gaze through the peep-hole, and immediately your features softened seeing the young man's familiar dark hair and ring-cladded fingers. Tugging open the door, you ran your fingers through your hair.

     "Jisung? It's 2am. Are you okay?"

Dark eyes raising, Jisung dithered for a few seconds before beginning to move quickly forward. As his palms rested against your cheeks, he pressed his lips hard against yours. Feeling you reciprocate the kiss, Jisung kicked the door shut behind him, before pushing you hurriedly through the flat.

     "Have you just got back from the studio?" you mumbled breathlessly against his mouth, as you both stagged into your bedroom and he began to fumble with your silk dressing gown. Dragging it to the floor, Jisung nodded, his tongue slipping between your lips. You fell back onto the mattress, and he began to drag his kiss desperately down your body. Teeth sinking into your inner thigh, Jisung reached up to pull of your underwear, feeling your fingers shoot down to entwine through his hair. Carefully, Jisung staggered up to his feet, beginning to rip off his shirt and fumble with his trousers. You crawled forward on the bed, your hands moving to tug him close by his belt. Looking up, you met his low gaze as you pulled the leather from it's hoops, and dragged the zip easily down. Chest heaving, Jisung helped you lower the trousers and underwear, kicking them off as you curled her fingers delicately around his hardening cock. His head rolled back, biting his lip while you began to slide you tongue in a slow circle against the tip. As you let it slide down your warm throat, your palm twisted smoothly up and down to follow the motion of your mouth. His moans were low and quiet, fingers holding tight onto your hair.

     "Look at me," he demanded.

Immediately, you obliged, eyes flickering up to hold his own weak orbs. And then, suddenly, he yanked your head back, dragging you to your feet to push his mouth messily against yours.

     "On the bed," he sank his teeth into your lip, and watched you craw steadily to the top of the bed. Eyes sparkling, Jisung's lowered to his knees on the mattress, slowly moving closer and closer until his hands curled around your ankles. He yanked you close, and you gasped, before your eyes rolled up to the sensation of his dick pushing carefully inside.

     "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, beginning to provide you with slow, deep thrusts that made your mouth drop open.

Falling down, Jisung reached out to hold your wrists tightly above your head in one hand, while the other forced your thigh against the mattress. Your moans were broken and high, your begs of harder, faster, were accompanied by the words that only turned him on more "yes sir".

Suddenly, he was pounding into you harder, and he released your wrists to drive his palms desperately into the mattress. Your hands reached behind his back, nails sinking into his skin as your mouths pushed breathlessly, weakly, messily together. The bed springs echoed loud through the room, while sounds of the wooden posts scratching against the floor filled your ears. Jisung knew you liked it when he moaned, when he was loud for you - so he did just that, grunting against your lips with soft "fuck"s.

     "Hold on," he mumbled, feeling your body begin to tense, "wait for me. I want us to cum together."

Back arching, your eyes screwed shut, your nails digging further into his flesh in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from orgasming. Suddenly, Jisung's voice cracked, his mouth becoming loose against yours.

     "I-I'm going to..."

Both bodies tensed, your moans turning into silent cries, before both collapsed down against the mattress - side by side, fingers clasped.

     "I needed that," Jisung panted, lids fluttering shut, "I...I needed you."

His lips curled into a small, satisfied smile, a wave of incredible relaxation washing through him.

     "Are you staying the night?" you twisted your neck.

Turning to meet your eyes, Jisung ran his gaze over your features.

     "Do you want me to?"

     "There's no harm...and it's so late..." you watched as he slid off the bed to tug on his underwear. With a low chuckle, Jisung reached down to pick up his t-shirt, before throwing it at you lazily.

     "I'll stay," he murmured, rising to his feet to pad around the bed and slip beneath the covers. After sliding the t-shirt over your head, you joined him, pulling the duvet tight around your shoulders with a sleepy smile. You rolled over, and almost immediately Jisung slid close, draping an arm around your waist and cuddling into you.

[justletmeplayminecraft]

Maybe prompt 15 for an iskall and mumbo pacific moment? Tbf it fits them

15. “Let me explain. I was bored and you left me alone.”

okay, i had fun doing this one! some fun fluff between the lads. warnings for overworking, although light-hearted! dragging mumbo to bed seems to be a trend in my fics.

prompt list is here!

"Mumbo?" Iskall calls, searching through the building. He's been away from the server for a bit (a whole situation with a decaying world, it's best not to get into it), and now his partner is missing. With no response to Iskall's messages. It's not Iskall's fault he missed Mumbo's meeting requests! But now, when Iskall is finally here to meet up, Mumbo's the one who's missing. Of course. Just his luck.

He lands back on the ground floor, taking note of the half built redstone structures in the entrance. With a frown, he circles them, deciding to follow the wiring down to the basement. He's pretty sure these weren't here before. Although he doesn't want to spoil the surprise, finding Mumbo takes priority. He's careful not to disrupt any redstone, trying to remember how to walk without constant enchantments. Ducking into the darkened room, he looks over the unfinished wiring.

Ah.

Iskall sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile. Tucked into the corner of the redstone, folded into a one block gap, is Mumbo. One leg is tucked awkwardly beneath him, whilst another is hooked on the block above. A similar situation appears to have happened with his arms. One of the long limbs is sprawled across the block behind him. And yet, somehow, Mumbo is sound asleep. His black hair brushes the redstone wiring where his head has rolled onto the block.

Iskall comes to a stop in front of Mumbo's crumpled form.

"Mumbo." He reaches out, shaking Mumbo's shoulder. The half-awake mumble he gets in response forces him to stifle a laugh. "Come on, dude, wakey wakey time."

"Mmh." Mumbo blinks. He manages to move one hand to rub at his face. "I'm awake, gimme a-" Dark eyes meet Iskall's, widening considerably. "Oh dear."

"Oh dear indeed," Iskall mimics, standing up straight with a snicker. Mumbo attempts to drag his limbs free before falling limp, and slightly out of breath. Iskall's laugh is a bit fuller this time. "So, how did this one happen, then?"

"I, uh, you see-" Mumbo laughs, running his hand through dark hair as redstone dust sprinkles onto his shoulders. "-It turned out this redstone was a bit harder than I thought it would be. And, well- I tripped." Iskall has a suspicion.

"Mumbo, what day is it?" He asks, resting his hands on his hips. Mumbo tries to move his arm, but Iskall clicks his tongue before he can. "Nope! Without looking!" Mumbo's arm drops like a stone.

"Uh." The fact his face scrunches up that much is a good enough tell, but Iskall's polite enough to let him finish. "Monday? No, no, Tuesday."

"Well, it's Friday. Neither guess was right." Mumbo groans, falling back into his redstone. He's not attempted to move his legs from their awkward position a second time. Iskall would bet good money that Mumbo can't feel them anymore.

"Let me explain," Mumbo holds his hand up. "I was bored, and you left me alone." Iskall blinks, taking a deep breath in.

"That's not an explanation." Iskall replies.

"That is a perfectly valid explanation, thank you!" Iskall laughs, pressing his palms onto his face. The contrast between his heated cheek and his cool metal eye is obvious.

"Why didn't you call anyone for help!"

"I am a fully grown man, Iskall, and I am trapped in my redstone like a child. It's embarrassing."

Iskall shakes his head, having to take in a deep breath, "For goodness sake, Mumbo. And you planned to get out how?"

"Well, I thought if I wiggled enough I'd get free but-"

"You fell asleep."

"I- I, yeah. I fell asleep." When Iskall's laughter only gets louder, Mumbo groans. "At this point, it would be preferable if you just killed me, if I'm honest!"

Iskall shakes his head, crouching down to Mumbo's level and tapping his nose, "I don't know, dude, maybe I should leave you there until you learn your lesson." Mumbo scrunches his face up.

"Iskall! You- you wouldn't actually do that, right? We're partners! You can't leave me like this!"

"No- I-" He breaks off to laugh again. "Unfortunately, I care too much about you to leave you here." Iskall attempts to reach around Mumbo's waist and pull. All he succeeds in doing is getting a squeaky cry from the redstoner. "Are you- how do you manage these things, Mumbo?"

Mumbo lets out a self-deprecating sigh, "I honestly wish I could tell you."

It takes some careful manoeuvring on Iskall's part, bending Mumbo's stiff limbs and ignoring his whining, to roll Mumbo out of his redstone prison. Mumbo lets out a quiet 'oof' as he lands on his side. He's barely pushed himself up when Iskall scoops him onto solid shoulders.

"Hey- Iskall!" Iskall ignores Mumbo's squeaky cry, adjusting him into a fireman's carry and holding the squirmy spoon tight. "You- let me down! This is ridiculous!"

"Nope." Iskall grins, patting Mumbo's thigh. He starts work on a safe way to carry him out of the basement. "You are going to bed, Mr. It's Tuesday."

"You cannot be serious- Iskall, I'm not two, I can decide my own bedtime!" Iskall squeezes Mumbo's hand where he's holding it to keep him steady.

"Clearly not if you're napping in your redstone," Iskall reminds him, before following up with the real threat, "Of course, I could always tell Xisuma."

"You wouldn't-" At Iskall's silence, Mumbo sighs. His head flops down. "You would. I hate you."

"It's for your own good. You're a safety hazard." Mumbo doesn't even try arguing with Iskall on that one. Instead, he shimmies until he's more comfortable on Iskall's shoulders, making a soft noise. Iskall lets him rest.

-

They're halfway through the nether when Mumbo speaks again.

"Hey, Iskall?" He calls, sleepiness creeping into his voice.

"Yeah?" Iskall tries to glance over his shoulder, but quickly remembers to focus on where he's going. Distraction in the nether all too often equals death, and he's carrying precious cargo.

"You're a good friend, dude." Iskall's glad Mumbo can't see the sappy look that forces its way onto his face.

"Yeah. You too, Mumbo." He bounces him softly. "Some might say a great friend, in fact." He gets no response. A few minutes later, he hears a sleepy snuffle, and smiles.

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 3 』

· Sept. 27th → Irresistible Force ·

Characters: Karasuno team

Prompts: A. favourite team + B. crossover/AU

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, crack, a teensy bit of angst (because who doesn't love a sad superhero backstory), headcanons, AU, superheroes, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: Again, I love all the teams and didn't want to pick, but life is cruel, so here I am. This is headcanons about my fav team (Karasuno) in an AU (superheroes). I was thinking of a Hero Association, kind of like in 'The Boys'? But less corrupt... Maybe more like in 'One Punch'? I think you get me.

All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NFSW content on my blog if that butters your biscuit. Feel free to check it out! Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Karasuno / Superhero Association AU

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☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Powers: nigh invulnerability, super strength, enhanced healing

If he's not the ordinary cop that somehow befriends the heroes I was tempted then he's definitely the leader of the superhero group

Kind of like Superman in the old-school Justice League, just not as OP lol

Looks damn good is spandex those thighs *sweats*

Cape!! so ✨majestic✨

Probably wears dark-ish, neutral colours with a dash of blue

A bit serious. Not the kind of hero to go around making quips all the time, but will make light of his own suffering like Captain America

Takes younger heroes under his wing like the true Dadchi he is

Strong moral compass. Unbreakable

Won't hesitate to lay down his life for others

Who am I kidding. He's basically Captain America with a cape

Poster-boy for the Hero Association

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☆ Sugawara Koushi ☆

Powers: telekinesis

A soft, pearly aesthetic with his suit, hair and skin. Lots of white and silver

A favourite among the ladies he's just too pretty, damm it T T

Very plucky and adorable

People in the vicinity will literally faint when he goes all serious to concentrate and use his powers

Has a duo move with Daichi where he literally throws him like a missle YEET

Has the most followers on Twitter and TikTok and his fans can be pretty nuts

Has a perfume line named after him and models for the adverts

Will smile like an angel right before bringing a building down on top of you fuck, I find this one really funny

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☆ Azumane Asahi ☆

Powers: regeneration, enhanced stength

Kind of like Wolverine or Deapool but, like, much, much softer on the inside uwu

Wears green and black

Messed up big time back in the day and dropped off the grid out of guilt some people died :(

Was convinced to come back when his old teammates finally found him again because they needed his help in a crisis

Literally shed tears of relief when heroes and citizens alike welcomed him back instead of hating him mah heart *sniffs*

Can withstand seemingly anything and fully heal within a matter of days

Doesn't know the full extent of his powers himself. How exactly do one test it? 🤔

Still has to psych himself up for a fight, though big softy, really

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☆ Shimizu Kiyoko ☆

Powers: electrokinesis, flight

Powers like Storm from X-Men, and kicks ass like Wonder Woman

Refuses to wear a revealing suit, but looks bomb af anyway

Kiyoko = absolute queen

One of the most powerful heroes, but doesn't throw her weight around unless she's kicking bady-guy booty

Stella gynamast, and has mastered several martial arts

Can literally throw a guy three times her size, all without any strength powers Tanaka: 👁👄👁

Somehow has perfect hair all the time secret superpower??

Is active on the political stage as a human rights activist, headlining women's rights yes, yes yes

Will strike you with lightning for sexual harassment

Comes up with really good mission plans

Is a soothing balm for Tanaka when he loses it

Black and gold aesthetic✨

Asymmetrical cape! super fashionable

Poster-girl for the Hero Association

☆ Tanaka Ryuunosuke ☆

Powers: fire generation and manipulation

Tanaka brings the heat literally

A bit of a chaotic-good, but what's new there?

Can get out of control if he loses his focus, so his friends have to keep him grounded Kiyoko is a literal angel when that happens

Kiyoko: Sun's getting real low...

Bonus points if you get the reference

Is terrified of hurting innocents if he gets out of control

It rarely happens, but if he loses his self confidence, his powers don't seem to work

Shouts cringy lines at the villains before roasting their asses lmfao

Wears a black and orange flame-retardant suit, and actually looks pretty fine in it 😌👌

Literally head over heels for Kiyoko just imagine it. Biggest hype man

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☆ Nishinoya Yuu ☆

Powers: animal metamorphosis, enhanced speed

Think Beast Boy from 'Teen Titans', but less green he's more likely to be yellow or orange, lmao

Handy in lots of different situations. Very versatile

Incredibly cheeky and joins in with Tanaka's cheesy jokes and one-liners

Absolute maniac, but the people love him, especially schoolkids lmao

Has his own energy drink flavour, and he's STOKED about it

Yellow and black suit, kind of like his hair

Has a surprisingly large following of fans

Laps up the attention, but it doesn't really go to his head

Quiet and serious when he's on a mission/fighting

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Powers: self replication, super speed, levitation

His powers took a while to properly manifest, which left him feeling isolated as a teen

Was pretty lost until Ukai helped train him

Got into a fight with Kageyama in an alleyway when he first met him MET HIM IN THE STREET, LMAO

Argues with Kageyama a lot at headquarters, but they work together like a dream when taking down bad guys

Has a heart of literal gold precious baby

Is contantly amazed when he helps significantly

Was inspired to become a hero by his idol, the Little Giant and it's his dream to inspire someone else 😭😭

Uses his replication ability to confuse the bad guys ULTIMATE DECOY

Levitates around the room when he's excited like Aang from ATLA, hahaha

Wears an orange, white and yellow suit with little wings on his heels cuuuute

×

☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Powers: water/ice generation and manipulation, breathing underwater, superhuman reflexes

I was tempted to give him fire/ice powers like Todoroki, but I didn't want to detract from Tanaka

Has problems focusing his powers, and can be quite turbulent in the heat of battle

Finds it hard to work well with others initially, but really makes an effort

Has hurt people close to him by accident before and never wants to do it again it would tear him apart

Becomes a power duo with Hinata when Ukai helps train them, even though they don't seem to get on well at first

Broody boi on the surface, but a cinnamon roll deep down

Wears a dark blue and deep purple suit that has fins to assist in underwater escapades which are his forte

Freezes Hinata's feet to the floor when he pisses him off or anybody's feet, tbh

Can dodge almost anything because of his reflexes don't ever try to punch him. You'll look stupid

Is surprised by the number of people in his fan club especially the number of women asking to marry him??

×

☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Powers: telepathy, superhuman intellect, mind control on weak-willed individuals

Prefers to outwit his enemies rather than getting into a brawl

But his self-designed gadgets and tech help him out if he has to a bit like Tony Stark, wink wonk

Sometimes makes you question if he's really a hero or not Tsukki, please

Doesn't take orders well

Baits villains by insulting them and getting the better of them with his words it's hilarious

Comes up with good plans, but improvises well with whatever he's got

Probably wears suits over his spandex most of the time fancy shmancy

Is prepared to die to protect Yamaguchi waahhh

×

☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Powers: invisibility, force fields, teleportation

Susan Storm with added teleportation, lol

Often finds it hard to value his powers because they're not as visually strong and impressive as other people's

Rather than squaring up to a battle, he often has to 'hide' from it by literally going invisible

But he gradually becomes aware of how vital his powers can be, and learns to control them and make them as advantageous as possible

Is a highly important and valued member of the team

Soft bean that gets nervous and throws up before a fight

But he's hella determined and won't back down

Honestly, just wants to protect Tsukki and make him proud PROTECT HIM

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☆ Yachi Hitoka ☆

Powers: size manipulation

She can shrink and enlarge herself and objects she touches at will, including other people

Sometimes shrinks really small to avoid social situations she doesn't want to be in samez, honey

The clumsiest and least experienced on the team

But she tries her best, gradually getting to grips with her powers

Sometimes uses her powers by accident, like when she's nervous

Once touched a watermelon slice on the refreshment table and accidentally blew it up to the size of a car Hinata, Kageyama and Noya fully dug in with their faces 😭😭

Nearly passed out when Daichi, the literal god of the Hero Association, told her she had great potential

Don't worry, Yams teleported and caught her

☆ Ukai Keishin ☆

Powers: laser vision, metal mimicry

The has-been hero who lost his enthusiasm for hero-ing and retired some years ago

Was really cool back in his hayday. Big hot-shot with a fan club

Has been working as a convenience store attendant to pay the bills and is bored out of his mind but refuses to admit it

Was convinced to get back in the game when he found Hinata and Kageyama fighting, both struggling with their abilities. He broke up the fight and agreed to coach them

Doesn't do much of the flashy hero stuff anymore, but will occasionally get stuck in when he's needed must protecc his children

Is only, like, ten years older than the other heroes, but they treat him like some fossilised sensei out of Natuto, or some shit

Tbf, he has the back problems of one 😭😭

×

☆ Takeda Ittetsu ☆

Powers: power absorption

Transferred from being a hero to hero management after having having issues with the effects of his powers he has a conscience :(

He felt guilty and responsible for permanently taking the powers of others, even if they were criminals

It was like removing a piece of their souls it kind of broke him

These days, he makes sure nobody knows about his powers, so it can't be used against him

He helps in any other way possible

He would only use his powers again in dire circumstances he knows he'll eventually have to

Is generally chipper and good natured, though

If he was ever captured by a villain, they'd probably send him back because he talks too much omg, hahaha

Helps gather info for the team and direct them on missions and in fights

Gives bomb inspirational speeches ✊

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[viia01]

Chapter 13 Preview

Yo, I am so sorry. D:

My life exploded and well, instead of being an adult about it, I reverted to being a lazy baby. Tbf, I was never an adult so.

Sneak peek for chapter 13. After this paper is done, I’m back to writing full time!

Chapter 13: Interwoven (Working Title)

Koharu paused as she was writing her letter to Chief Nara. Outside, the storm raged, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed. Tellingly enough, it hadn’t rained, though the clouds were heavy with water. It was disgustingly humid outside because of it all.

Koharu rather thought it was all very dramatic. Then again, Sasuke had inherited his elder brother’s penchant for dramatics.

“Now let’s not be stupid.” She said, setting aside the letter she was writing. She capped her pen with a quiet click, setting it back in the porcelain holder.

Sasuke was soaked to the bone, despite the dry storm outside. In his left hand, he held Kusanagi, the blade burning white instead of steely silver. It explained why he was ruining her expensive rug.

“Ah, so Shisui found it, did he?” Koharu said, pushing the piece of paper aside. Sasuke was hardly as intimidating as he pretended to be. “Can’t imagine how long it took you to retrieve it, all the way down there.”

“Not a particularly clever hiding spot.” He snapped back, velvety voice smooth.

She saw his fist clench around the hilt and lightning crackled down the blade, filling the air with the smell of burning oxygen and ozone. “So say you.” She said shortly. “What did you do with the keeper of Kirin? I can’t imagine there was much left of her, it’s so dark and cold down there-”

Sasuke surged forward, sword tip at her throat. “She was at rest!” He snarled, voice quiet but seeming to fill the room all the same. “She suffered enough at the hands of you and yours.”

“Well we must do things that we would otherwise find… distasteful.” She said easily, pushing the blade away. “Didn’t I just tell you not to be stupid, Sasuke? Surely even you can see how close the ice is to cracking?”

“I should tear you to pieces for what you have done.”

“So why haven’t you?”

Sasuke’s chest heaved and she saw steam began to rise from his skin and clothes. She could feel the heat rising off his skin, even from her place across the desk from him.

Koharu saw the frustration on Sasuke’s face and understood why Sakura had come home the previous afternoon, furious and pale. They had fought. More than likely, over Sayaka’s death and his role in it. “Oh… Always so reckless, aren’t we, Sasuke?” She said softly, taunting.

“Shut up.” Sasuke growled, eyes flaring red.

[coffee-and-2-am-writing]

Life After Death 

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 tbf

He always expected his death to be violent. One didn’t become a villain without becoming a public enemy to an entire city. Perhaps a gilded hero would try to right his wrongs or in a quarrel with the police. It never once crossed his mind that perhaps his death would be sacrificial for those he cared about. Alec knew setting down roots would be dangerous for him, once he was 18 he tried to move around as much as he could. The only that ever held him back was education; there was no sense in not being able to make a living and ending up like Jacob. Education was what brought him to Shane. It was what eventually brought him to the warehouse that would become the HQ.

The HQ was his home. Yes, Alec lived with Maya and that was always great but the HQ was where he could be his whole self. There was no need to stay hidden there. But Alec should have expected that not even in the HQ would be safe. Earlier that week someone has leaked the warehouse’s address as the home of notorious supervillain Mayhem aka Alec’s alter ego who had been out of the spotlight for quite some time. Still, there was public demand for the police and the mayor to storm the warehouse. Unfortunately for the general public, without proof that he lived there they couldn’t do anything.

A few curious citizens took it upon themselves to investigate. This always included them “hiding” in bushes with large cameras one could spot from a mile away or the occasional brave soul who would actually knock on the door. No one got the proof they were searching for thus the police had no plausible cause to come after him. Since they couldn’t do anything, someone decided to take matters into their own hands.

The warning came early that morning. They had been planning a new way to get into a government facility when Shane’s screen went completely red. In an instant, he began to panic.

“What’s going on?” Shane began pulling up multiple screens trying to find the source of the alarm.

“I put in an alarm sequence in case of emergencies. Some are on the exterior of HQ to protect us from break ins. Some are on the interior to protect us from breakouts. I did put in a program to track threats from the sky as well seeing as at one point our enemy,” He sent a pointed look at Maya, “could come at us from the sky.” Shane pulled up a screen that showed a moving projectile getting closer and closer to HQ. Everyone leaned in to get a better look at the threat.

“Is it another super?” Jaz asked.

“It looks like-”

“It’s a missle.” Jacob said, cutting Shane off. “Someone sent a missle to HQ.”

“How long until impact?” Alec asked, his hand immediately going for Maya’s for comfort. She gave it a reassuring squeeze despite her own fear.

“Roughly ten minutes.” The group was silent. It was enough time to grab a few essentials but not enough to stop and save the HQ.

“Alright, then let’s gather what we can and get the hell out of here.” Everyone nodded before separating. When Alec got to his room, he looked at all of notes and his plans. He had always had a plan for everything, including something like this. If the others knew they would try and stop him. They would try to convince him that there were more options and that the plan he had made was unnecessary.

The others packed up their essentials and headed outside where they waited for Alec.

“He’s taking too long.” Maya said, going to grab her phone to call him. The phone rang several times before going to voicemail. Letting out a frustrated groan, Maya tried again. Once more, Alec didn’t pick up.

“Come on Alec.”She whispered to herself, calling one more time. The phone rang twice before he finally picked up.

“Oh thank god, Alec come on it’s going to hit any second you need to-” Before she could finish, another alarm started blaring as bars fell down in front of the doors.

“Please tell me you got out.” Her voice was quiet and shaking. “Please Alec, please tell me you are not still in that building right now.”

“I’m sorry Maya.” He watched the screen as the missile got closer and closer as he pressed end on the call. With a sigh, Alec placed the phone on the ground before crushing it with his foot. His heart physically ached but he knew deep down it was for the best. They would be safer without him around. Besides Jacob, Alec was the only other issue in the way of them completing their goal. There were plenty of APBs out for his alter ego and even orders to shoot on sight. No one would ever believe he was there to help due to his rap sheet. He had caused too much damage, too much pain.

It was time for Alec Shante and his alter ego to die.

“Alec? Alec please! You can’t-” Her words died as the missile hit, the force of the explosion throwing the remaining four backwards. Smoke and dust rose into the air as what was left of the warehouse went up in flames. Coughing, the group forced themselves to look at the now burning structure that held whatever was left of Alec Shante.

“No...NO!” Maya’s scream for him pierced the air as she instinctively rushed towards what was left of their HQ. Jacob was quick to his feet to hold her back from going any further, tears pooling in his own eyes.

“Let me go Jacob! I can...I can save him! I can…” Maya sobbed trying to break from Jacob’s arms. She eventually gave up, falling to her knees in grief. Jaz and Shane stood behind them in shock, silent tears running down Shane’s face as Jaz held her hand over her mouth to stop the sobs creeping up from the back of her throat. In the distance, the sound of sirens broke forced the four of them to put what had just happened in the back of their mind.

“We have to go.” Shane said, his voice cracking.

“No,no I’m not leaving him-”

“Maya we’ll get caught and thrown in jail we have to-”

“No, I can still save him Jacob! Maybe he’s okay, I can save-”

“MAYA NO!” Jacob yelled. Maya shut her mouth quickly, her sobs now coming out as small hiccups.

“I’m sorry, we just...we can’t afford to get caught alright. We need to move. Now.” Roughly wiping her tears away, Maya nodded. With one last look at the warehouse, the four remaining members of their group began their journey to find a new safe house.

Dying hurt. Dying hurt a lot. Every inch of Alec’s body was on fire. He always imagined things stopped hurting after death so why was he is in so much pain? Instead of the supposed white light all he saw was darkness. It took Alec a moment before he realized he wasn’t actually dying. His eyes few open as he sat up with a loud gasp followed by immediate coughing due to inhaling the surrounding smoke. Everything around him was destroyed and on fire. Struggling slightly, he attempted to move. Immediate regret filled him as he hissed in pain.

He may not have died but he was for sure going to if he stuck around there any longer. Taking a deep breath and muttering a few motivational words to himself, Alec reached for a piece of debris. Using it as leverage, he pulled himself out of the ground and tried to survey his surroundings. There wasn’t much to see except for fire and even more destroyed parts of the building.

Everything he had created was literally crumbling around him.

With the pace and gait of a zombie, Alec made his way through the flames using his seared shirt to cover his mouth and nose. His body was battered, bruised and bleeding in many places but surprisingly the only thing actually burned was his clothing. Something had protected him from completely burning up.

Something had kept him alive.

As he crawled out of the debris, Alec practically threw himself to the ground out of exhaustion. The sound of sirens was getting closer and closer by the minute and he contemplated allowing them to find him just lying there in the grass. They’d put him into a gurney and off to the hospital he’d go. Despite his extreme fear of hospitals, it seemed ideal to his current situation. However it dawned on him that he was technically dead. He assumed the others saw what had happened and presumed him to be dead. Caput. No more. Perhaps it was better that way. After all, he had been the target not his friends. Whoever had sent the missile was trying to kill Malus, not the others.

Okay if they had known Jacob was there they probably would have still targeted the place. He was still a fugitive after all.

Maybe it was better for him to stay dead. Maybe, he thought, it was time to become a ghost. If Alec Shante was deemed dead than he would be free to do things his way under the radar. After all, they would only be able to track down proof to an allegedly dead man. A ghost could get away with a lot more than a living person could. A ghost could take down the government piece by piece right under their noses.

Perhaps dying could work in his favor.

Pushing himself off the ground, Alec wobbled away from the destroyed warehouse without looking back. First part of becoming a ghost: forgetting his past.

[carraville]

 year in fic review (2017)

using the wonderful @neyvenger​ ‘s template! everyone should do this i wanna read <3

Year at a glance:  Total number of completed stories: 25 (26 if u count hockey) Total word count:  146929

Overall Thoughts:

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?  LOTS MORE it’s probly bc i wrote a hella lot while jumping from train to train traveling all of Europe, and probly bc i gave up on school by mid-sem last year, and probly bc the only thing i can do at work that looks like i’m still doing work when i’m not is write 

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? The fuCKING GERMS i blame it on germs like i 100% would never have thought i’d write 16k of thomasfips who does that also joemilly??? but i luff

What’s your own favorite story of the year? i dont have one i love and hate them all equally... i guess strangeways here we come just bc i took so damn long to write it and tbf i didn’t write a lot of carraville this year so it was kind of like my One and Only 

Did you take any writing risks this year?

writing a lot of people I didn’t know how to write, writing about a lot of Big Things (particularly on the bridge between starshine and clay) that i wasn’t sure about, writing a lot of aus i’d never done before, writing ??? PORN???? even tho ive never banged anyone in my life

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? all 12 months of football prompts! hopefully! and writing more new ships and meeting more people and reading good fic  also finally doing all my historical aus bc if there’s one thing i’ve learnt this year, it’s not to give a shit what other people want and just write what u want even if no one is going to read it xoxo

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year: from a writing perspective i think an die nachgeborenen just bc it was the most? complete, i guess? and plotty? like if i changed the names and pretended it wasn’t creepy i could probably send it for rejection 

My most popular story of this year:  strangeways, here we come i guess cos i published it around that time the r*dditors were sneaking around lmao

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:  the wonder of my world cos it’s niche and manc but!!!!!!! i love my mancs

Most fun story to write: fuckin.  30 Shades Of Red

Story with the single sexiest moment: The Anonymous Present That Appeared For Sab’s Birthday That Doesn’t Exist 

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: Again, The Anonymous Present that Doesn’t Exist 

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I’m pretty set when it comes to characters, I guess, because I only like writing when I understand them, but maybe Aubade bc I’d never written Iker till then and I really liked how it turned out

Hardest story to write:  summer sang in me a little while bc it was a) wrestling with a Lot of Football feelings that I didn’t know how to talk about, b) wresting with trashbag xabi alonso and what I thought of him vs. what other people thought of him, c) writing ships and people I had 0 idea about

Biggest surprise:  i like germs! wtf

Highlights + Wrap-up:  ok I TRIED TO PICK DIFFERENT ONES FROM ALL FIC 

Favorite Opening Lines (3):

when the world was ours

There's a crunch. There's a crunch and it's over. 

the setting sun is sweetest last

When all the hands have been shaken and hugs exchanged someone presses a microphone into his hands and he fumbles, not quite sure how to put what he's feeling into words. Eventually he settles for something about looking towards the final on Saturday and he sees David from the corner of his eye shaking his head, almost as if to say: god, Gaz, how do you manage to make everything about United when this should be about you.

In the end, it's simple.

cheesed to meet you

Philipp calls Thomas first, because he always calls Thomas first.

"I didn't do it," Thomas says immediately, with the kind of well-practiced plausibility that only comes from doing the things he says he hasn't done.

Favorite Closing Lines (4):

yes, yes, we are magicians

You jog back to the halfway line. Your face must be shining under the lights, and you wonder if mum's in the crowd, smiling. Let's go to Wembley some day. Rooney rolls the ball to you and you're off again, no marcus's ball scribbled into the patchy leather, no divots and pot-holes in a sandy, well-worn pitch.

You're nineteen years old and going to the Euros.

Every blade of grass here is the exact same height.

in this story we belong to ourselves

Liverpool is. A river that runs before two men who used to have numbers on their backs and now have a house no longer empty. A stream of memories and breaking apart and going again. The Mersey, quiet, grey, flowing gently through the Narrows and out into the great big sea, ever so slightly out of reach.

Variation IX

He says I've missed you, mate.

I say You know, I thought you might.

He says I hope you missed me too.

I say Well of course, otherwise where would I go for Christmas this year?

And then he starts laughing and I start laughing and we laugh and laugh and don’t stop until he kisses me again.

yes, there will be song

You step back and turn, take the steps two at a time. Somewhere outside Anfield there's a man with a shirt that's as as red as the names on the back. He's got a scarf around his neck like a docker, and he presses his face to the Shankly gates like he's kissing a trophy. Make us dream, he whispers, a secret he's never told anyone else, his heart heavy and his eyes tired but his body trembling with a belief too full for words. Above him, the sky is golden.

Favorite Lines From Anywhere (5):

strangeways, here we come

It's weak against Paraguay, it's tired against Paraguay, but the England fans are singing and they have to listen. Countries are not clubs. This sinks deeper than loyalty, at once more insular and more ubiquitous than Liverpool or United could ever be. There are little flags hung up in Sainsbury's, strangers with their arms round each other in pubs, the radios of an electronics store tuned in to Radio 5 Live. Come on England. Bandied about like a mantra, a swear word, a secret password offered by old hands who brace themselves for more disappointment with a nudge and a wink. England always - a host of words go here, crash out , fuck up , lose , but -

Believe rises above them all. Maybe it's delusional. Maybe it's arrogant. Beckham takes a free kick that delights and astonishes the way his free kicks do and it ends up in the back of the net. Every four years St George goes back up and people who still remember '66 are bought a pint, and for every we'll go out at the group stages there's an underlying thread of god help me, we might win this yet, because what is hope if not alive?

Come on England. The cup awaits you and is yours.

sekrit yuletide fic

In his dreams he doesn't leave. Salvador Iglesias Sr. doesn't die and Chava doesn't become a dickhead. He keeps the number on his back and the band around his arm. He doesn't cheat on Ximena, but he tells her, and they part as best friends. In his dreams they win the championship. And again the next year, and again the one after that. Each time Potro scores the winning goal and Moi runs to him to celebrate and Potro kisses him for the whole world to see, over and over, until their lips are numb and all they know are themselves.

summer sang in me a little while

Why are you still here? you ask him. It is easier that way. He turns to you, dark circles under his eyes, and doesn't reply. Only reaches over to tangle his calloused fingers in your hair, rests his forehead against yours.  This time you are the one who leans forward to kiss him, immersing yourself in the warmth of his skin. You taste his blood. You taste the salt and iron of his blood.

the wonder of my world

What makes a club? Love, belief, hope - and someone to attach it to, the player everyone grows up watching, whose name is instantly recognisable to the point that you don't have to mention who he plays for next. Who pours his soul into the game and hammers his heart onto the crest. You don't get that kind of player very often. United were lucky to have three.

So here. The last musketeer. He's not looking at the crowd anymore, just the middle distance. Still the thousands sing. Love, belief, hope, and memories. Ryan might never run again but Paul realises that it doesn't matter. It's that he's already run. And in a hundred years from now someone might pull up a grainy youtube video and watch the number eleven on the left wing and fall in love, all over again. The way he was meant to be loved. Ball at his feet. Red.

an die nachgeborenen

"I don't need a plan," Thomas says, like he's talking to a child. "That's the beauty of it. All I have to do is wait and see what happens. It's only – " he smiles again, wan, quiet. "Well. You know."

The refrain arcs, jagged, through Philipp's head.

"I promised you wouldn't die."

"I won't." Thomas stands up, leaves a hand on Philipp's shoulder. His palm is still warm. "I'm invincible, didn't I tell you?"

And with a single, chipper whistling note, he hits the exit button and slips out, the door closing immediately behind him with a gentle click .

Fic Goals for 2018:

i wna write gifts that people will like :> aka MORE NICHE BULLSHIT 

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anyways commentary

who is this white bitch

idk anything about this movie other than a hot guy lives in the walls

why she touching their shit

this is weirdwhy does he want her spit gum

hes weird i do not like this white man

why would she laugh

u dumb bitch

if old rich people introduced me to a doll i would be like hi nice to meet you idc

this old people have no fyckinv sense of humor damn

but to be fair she has not taken a single thing theyve said seriously i wouldnt be laughing at her jokes either

she need to play him some queen or bowie tf is that

i already know the twist that the doll isnt possessed and theres a hot guy in the walls so

shes dumb as hell cause id be fucking terrified and follow those rules by the minute and believe the doll was possessed like damn you stupid bitch

oh she is so fucking stupid shes insane

how she in a mansion and then she gonna sleep on the couch with a bottle of wine and PEANUT BUTTER JELLY bye

just take care of the fucking doll oh my god you're getting paid to do it it's not that hard man

i am not rooting for her

GOAT????? that was weird

jumpscare

ok that one actually got me fr i physically jumped

i do not sympathize with or relate to this white girl

took intermission to talk about scream um anyways

knowing about the plot twist kind of kills the vibe

if brahms was stealing my jewelry and locks of my hair i would think it's romantic . its just his love language

that dress was ugly anyways he did you a favor

oh my god shes so stupid and irritating

ur gonna explore a dark place with an unknown person naked and barefoot

whatever man

that made my heart jump a lil ngl

hes just keeping u away from that irritating white man dw about it hes helping u

i missed the jumpscare bc harley keeps accidentally scratching me

is she gonna start to take care of him now

i dont like british people

brahms is my autistic boyfriend

the jumpscares in this one keep getting me this is the first movie on my list so far where the jumpscares have actually scared

just take care of the doll bitch

why is it so hard for you to do

SHES SO STUPID AND ANNOYING GODDDDD ALL OF THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED IF SHE DRESSED THE FUCKING DOLL AND PLAYED HIM MUSIC BRO OH MY GOD i hate women

shes such an irritating character

tbf she can go out after putting him to bed does she just expect to stay in the house indefinitely

give her a sign bro

ur in the walls play along

how does he move so fast without her seeing

hes not gonna do it now cause he doesnt want the british guy to know

im glad he didn't make her look crazy and theyre just chill about it

it's not that deep he just chose you cause you were the first hot girl they hired

do not have sex with this man

an hour in and still no hot wall man

shes right he wont hurt her but he will fu

hes 8 how would he have smashed her skull

i hope brahms kills this guy

theres gonna be a jumpscare and its gonna take me out i know it

theres only 20 minutes left bro show me the hot guy already

why do people in horror movies never believe in the supernatural yall r dumb as hell

hhhhhhhholy shit ok

now jump out of the walls

YEAHHH GET HIS ASS

they shouldnt have put the mask on him i want. pretty man.

ooookay that is yeah he stabbed him

why did he have to be terrifying why couldnt he be normal to greta and british guy

idk im not rooting for the british guy when brahms is right there

stop knocking him out :( he is your friend

hes been living in the walls for 20 years and you think going into the walls is safe

im still rooting for brahms.

if a pretty boy was stalking me i would be grateful (j)

why would he kill malcolm though he didnt do anything

HHHHHHH HDH HEH EH HE HELL BE GOOD HELL BE GOOD OKAYYYYY

go back :( tf

i have seen gifs of them making out but there r only 10 minutes left and it doesnf seem like things r going that way so ehats the deal here

biting my lip rn

okay not..... okay. let me stay quiet.

i wish they had not edited the mask on him brrrrrrrr

oooooooawwww she fuckin stabbed him

he needs to learn to play nice damn

ugh 🙄 whatever they both should have died and brahms should have like kissed me

is he still alive

yasspilled

this movie was homophobic for doing brahms like that

watching the boy because um b because watching um watch bec because um im w watching the boy because im wa im be becau im watch im wa im b becau im because im

[ID: a photo of brahms heelshire /End ID]