#but ig it traded off for the hand washing thing.

[kerosene-saint]

I feel like I've been washing my hands so much lately

[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[testingcheats0n]

Chapter 4

Wow. Peasants are... human beings?! With dreams, desires, and emotions?! With backgrounds and families?!

I stg...

~at the new town~

Not judging author-nim's worldbuilding, but Sophos and Ambiades are too old to be training with wooden swords still 👀

So much yoghurt... is that a thing in medieval times? The mongols could do it, ig it's not that weird, but it's so bizzare

Uuh bushes sticks and mountains... some tolkien shit. Then comes the interesting part.

Edis has one queen (no mentions of a king, so a young unwed maiden or an elderly dowager, intresting, intresting), and eleven ministers, one of which is a Prime minister aka fantasy modern england. Ig I would appreciate it more if I weren't so utterly bored by modern monarchy.

Ohh wait hold on. Is this the Queen from "The Queen's thief"? Pog.

Hope she's not the romantic interest 👁👁

Anyway absulte big brain giga chad magus hasn't told anyone but supposedly Pol about the journey and it's objective. I can't wait to see how that turns out terribly, horribly wrong.

Moving on. The country can't feed itself like at all. It's mountainous so there aren't any fields, and I assume that raising cattle is a nightmare. They also import wine (smart) and olives (what for? Idfk) I think this world is kinda, sorta, lowkey mediterranean with what the youghurt and the oranges.

Ambiades is actually an intelligent dude and I think he'll be a competent politician (according to the standards of this world). He's also a decent survivalist, and I imagine has some skill with weaponry. That's literally better than every other character I've seen except maybe Pol, but he just looks like a grunt. Also yes, the apprenticeship is bellow him, he should be learning how to be a leader, take care of his lands, the political landscape of the kingdoms, and how to lead a household not about the fucking olive trees tf 😂😂 he's a future baron (ngl I thought he was the future duke, so I had to look at the wiki. Sophos is the duke, which makes his incompetence shine through), he'll be able to find himself one hundred other Magisi (Magises?) to tell him which tree is what for him. This is probably an attempt to cozy himself up to the king, and other important figures at the court. Smart.

Solnas (Point A) and Attolia (Point B) two kingdoms that trade. noted. Edis (Edas?) Is the midpoint between these two, and depends heavily on trade.

Ah. Solnas suffers from deforestation. I wonder if it has anything to do with the rapid expansion of the kingdom in the last 10-20 years. Naaah, probably just a coincidence. /s

Anyway Edis serves as a natural barrier between these two big shots which is the only reason Solnas hasn't invaded.

Hu ha! Ambiades MVP, seduce me with your knowledge of the ecopolitical landscape of this imaginary world.

And just as I say so, he reminds me that he's stupid. Like yeah Edis will obviously use all the advantages they have.. duh. They're not cowards because they have found a logical way to not let people die omg 😫

So. This whole one-hundred years of revenge...

Idk what to make of it. Grudges and political struggles can certainly last for more than 100 years, but it's not like Solnas is suffering. Idk. Weird king shit.

All three nations are cognatic... primogenitures? That's certainly not uncommon irl I wonder how they handle unclear successions, or if they've had any civil wars. Also how do they handle marriages.

"The Gods of the Mountain country" how quaint. Ok fire round. Bastardized myth of Hephesta (Hestia), and the titans (sons and daughters of the sky and earth/ Uranus and Gea). We also got minor gods of nature, like nymphs (they remind me of the Old Gods in asoiaf) and the philosopher's stone (alchemy mcguffin that grants immortality)

Aaaah. We finally get plot as a reward. They will steal the philosopher's stone to usurp the kingdom of Edis (since it's seen as a symbol of legitimacy) which is actually a better way to keep track of lineages and keep at bay succession wars. There's no dna tests so I do believe that magic is a more reliable way of knowing these things. If they have Edis, they have Attolia. And all of that rests on the shoulders of a random street rat they found. Just as well. They can always wash their hands of Gen and say he's just a rando if everything fails.

The fact that the magis is there is totally a coincidence, believe him, he's there for the olive trees.

To confirm. Hameathes' Gift = Philosopher's stone. Also like. There's two queens and one king, the story is called the queen's thief and not the king's so Gen's obviolsy going to betray these people or do a switcheroo.

An "exptionally talented thief"? Gen?! BAHAHAHA Lmfaoo these dudes. Olives for brains. And ofc the gem = edis = attolia = revenge, but Gen hasn't caught up.

Oh wait wait??? So. Magus dude wants to become the King's thief??? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALMAO no I can't. They're getting betrayed and they deserve it, both for being such dickheads and for doing the dickheadery without any thought behind.

Now, now, credit where credit is due. This might have worked if they hadn't chosen the only prideful little brat off the streets that has more ego than brain. Gen obviously wants fame above everything, he won't sit quietly while old olives for brains takes all the credit. Pick someone who wants gold or food next time, or just kill them.

On one hand yeah Magus is right and Gen is an idiot, on the the other... he is a classist douche

Oh? Conquest by marriage? How clever. Unexpectedly clever.

Yes yes! Gen finally figured it out. Revenge. That's important. No one cares about Edis and their sexist backwards lumberjacks.

So old gods = greek myths

New gods = ???

Also Polyphemus built the prison back in the first chapter? For a one-eyed shepherd and man-eater he's an alright builder then lmao.

Ambiades is being lowkey weird ngl... he's bothered by something and I can't figure out what.

[frogsandbeesyay]

Sbi oneshots:

lol hi ig here are some sbi oneshots

Things I will do:

Angst

Fluff

Mild gore

Potentially triggering subjects

Anything that isn’t on the won’t list

Things I won’t do:

Lemon

Lime

Smut

Shipping of any sort (they’re family fuck off)

Heavy gore

SuIcIde

R@pe/sexu@l assault

Also most of these are set in a Kindof half Minecraft half real world type of thing. Like it’s their Minecraft personas but mostly un lore related.

I do accept requests but I’ll finish most of my ideas first probably unless I see one I really like :D

K let’s get started

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Oneshot #1: accident

A/n:

No trigger warning for this one, but there is mild crying involved and mention of a bruise, so I just thought I should mention that but I don’t think it’s considered a tw.

I’m a sucker for techno and Tommy fluff :p

Techno- 17

Tommy-12

Wilbur- 17

Phil is old

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Techno and Tommy were really close, everyone in sbi knew that techno had a soft spot for Tommy and Tommy opened up easily to techno. Who knew that a monotone pig hybrid and a slightly annoying angst child would get along so well? Techno never admitted to having a soft spot for Tommy, but everyone could tell. It was the little things, like overprotective stances and putting extra marshmallows in Tommy’s chocolate milk. They probably bonded because of their equally traumatic pasts that no one liked to mention. But still, techno was Tommy’s big brother which meant he had to tease Tommy and annoy Tommy and vise versa. He was always careful not to overstep though.

One day, Wilbur and Phil headed off to the village for a few hours to trade with the villagers, so it was just techno and Tommy. Tommy was being extra annoying and stole the t.v remote while techno was flipping through channels.

“Hey give that back nerd” techno said trying to grab the remote out of Tommy’s grip.

“Make me pigman” Tommy giggles.

They began playfully wrestling for the remote. Techno easily pinned Tommy down onto the couch, being much stronger than him. Tommy wriggled out of techno’s grasp and held the remote higher in the air. Tommy giggled and playfully held it higher. Techno jabbed his fingers into Tommy ribs, which distracted Tommy enough to be pinned down again by his brother. Techno held him down roughly, and then for a second something flashed in Tommy’s eyes. Techno, surprised, let go quickly, and Tommy wriggled onto the other side of the couch.

“Hey nerd you good?” Techno said concerned he actually hurt his little brother.

“Yeah I’m Fine, Heres your remote,” he handed techno the remote, “bye” and rushed up to his room.

That was weird, thought techno. His brow furrowed. What if he messed something up? Did he do something wrong? He quickly walked over to Tommy’s room and stood by the door. He stopped dead when he heard tiny sniffles coming from inside the room.

“Hey Tommy, can I come in?” He asked through the door.

Tommy cleared his throat and wiped his face. “Y-yeah sure come on in!” He tried to make his voice sound normal, but winced at his stutter.

Techno walked in and saw Tommy sitting by his bed, tear lines on his face. He immediately rushed over and wrapped Tommy into a hug.

“Toms? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

He felt Tommy shaking in his hug.

“I-I..” Tommy began

“Hey, hey it’s ok.” Techno tried to be comforting, he really wasn’t good at making people feel better.

“I’m sorry I’m being such a crybaby. It didn’t even hurt that bad, I-I was just so scared that you w-were gonna-” Tommy mumbled into techno’s chest.

“No! Toms it’s fine to cry, it’s my fault I wasn’t being careful. Please never be afraid to tell me I’ve crossed the line, ok?”

“Mmk” Tommy whispered. Techno slowly unraveled from the embrace and looked at Tommy.

“Hey toms can I see your side?” Tommy nodded. Techno lifted up his shirt (PLEASE DONT MAKE THIS WEIRDDDD) and looked at his ribs. There was a small bruise from where techno had jabbed.

“Oh my god Tommy, I’m so truly sorry I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t mean to scare you either..” Techno said, guilt washing over him.

“It’s ok techie I know you didn’t.” Tommy replied, smiling.

Time skippppppppp

Phil and Wilbur came home that evening to see techno and Tommy cuddling on the couch. Techno’s arms wrapped protectively around Tommy’s small frame.

“Awww” phil cooed. Wilbur snapped a photo on his phone. Phil raised an eyebrow and Wilbur mouthed blackmail, to which Phil nodded knowingly. He loved his sons and he was glad they got along so well.

~fin~

A/n: I actually kinda liked this :) it’s really cute lol k bai

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Oneshot #2: Claustrophobia

A/n: so Ik this has been done a few times but I really like this idea so here’s my take. Also this is more lore-based. like it isn’t actual lore but it happened on the dsmp so there’s that. Also Wilbur is Tommy’s only brother in this story, techno and tubbo aren’t related to them.

Tw ⚠️ : Claustrophobia, panic attack, Hyperventilating, crying, scratching, mention of blood

I think that’s it lmk if you find anymore

Techno- 21

Tommy-16

Wilbur-21

Tubbo-17

Phil isn’t in this one bc I’m lazy

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Tommy POV:

I had been working on decorating my room in Pogtopia. I was decorating it with red stone blocks and pistons because I think they look cool together. I felt safe and content knowing that my friends were right out there and would protect me. I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic, but I was fine since there was still a space open for me to see.

Suddenly the red stone block sets off the pistons witch pin me up against the wall, making me immobile. I start to panic but remain calm when I remember there are people here to help me.

“Hey Wilbur?” I call out, my voice trying to maintain its signature annoying tommyinnit tone even though I’m scared out of my mind.

Wilbur POV:

I hear my name being called from the other side of the cave. Oh my god it’s Tommy again what does he want? He’s been so annoying all day. He’s my brother and I care about him a lot but he can be a little much sometimes.

“WILBURRRR” I hear again. I try to ignore him but I hear footsteps behind me.

“Can you deal with him I’m trying to farm potatoes here.” A monotone voice says.

“Yeah, fine” I say annoyed. I walk over to Tommy’s room and all I can see is one side of a piston sticking out from behind the door.

“Wil? I’m stuck can you help me please?” He says. I let out a hearty laugh. What a Tommy thing to do.

Tommy POV:

I was expecting Wilbur to help me out, not to laugh. Surely he’d let me out soon, right?

“Hey techno, tubbo look at this, Tommy got himself stuck between pistons,” he says giggling. My heart sunk. I could feel myself getting more and more panicked, help help help.

I hear footsteps signifying that the other people had arrived.

“H-hey guys can you please help me, I have really bad claustrophobia” I say, trying to keep my voice strong. I’m met with laughter. I can barely see through my door, it’s my only source of light and I’m grateful.

“Tommy, you’re such an idiot.” A monotone voice said. My eyes start to sting let me out let me out let me out.

“What if we blocked off the door that would be funny” I hear tubbo say. No, tubbo knows about my claustrophobia, he wouldn’t, no.

“Good idea haha” I hear Wilbur say, still laughing. My stomach sinks to the ground as my only light source is cut off.

I feel myself slipping, beginning to panic but trying to muffle my sobs.

Technoblade POV:

I’m laughing along with the others at Tommy’s stupidity when I hear a sniffle come from inside the room.

“Is he crying?” I ask quietly. I’d never seen Tommy cry before. Wilburs eyes widen.

“Oh shit. I thought it was a bit.” Tubbo says his voice cracking. “He really is claustrophobic.” Wilbur hurries to open the blockade. It opens and we see Tommy curled up onto himself between the pistons, sobbing quietly and covered in blood. Wait- blood? No one moves a muscle out of shock. I break out of it and swiftly pick up the sobbing boy my arms and hold him close. I’m horrible and physical contact but he really needs help.

Tubbo and Wilbur follow me out of the room, both of their eyes already shining with unshed tears. I gently set Tommy down on the ground and he immediately curls up on himself in a protective position.

“L-let me out” he mutters. My heart breaks. Tommy and I weren’t close but he was just a kid and I did care about him. Tubbo starts to cry. Wilbur rubs tubbo’s back while I clean Tommy’s wounds. He has gashes on his arms and hands that looked like they were scratched in. I realize he must have scratched himself during his panic attack. A silent tear flows down wil’s face. I can see the guilt in his eyes. I clean his wounds and bandage them up. Then he sits up, having calmed down.

“Hey toms, you good?” I ask quietly. He slowly nods. Then he looks around the room and his eyes widen when he sees Wilbur and tubbo crying.

“G-guys it’s fine I-I’m ok!” He tells them.

“No, it’s not fine,” Wilbur says, “we should have listened to you and realized you needed our help. I’m a horrible big brother.” Tommy leans in a hugs Wilbur and tubbo.

“It’s ok, I forgive you guys, just- never again, ok?” We all nod quickly.

“I’m sorry too.” I add in. “For laughing at you when you needed us.” I finish, my cheeks red, I didn’t like apologizing, but I knew I need to. Tommy nods in forgiveness. He’s truly like a brother to me.

A/n: I don’t like this one as much and i kinda lost motivation towards the end but I think it turned out fine :p this one took really long lol

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Oneshot #3: Family movie night

A/n: Ik this has also been done before buts it’s adorable so I’m doing it

Techno- 18

Tommy-13

Wilbur-18

Tubbo-13

Ranboo-13

Phil is old

No trigger warnings, just fluff :D lots of platonic cuddling though so beware

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Techno, Wilbur and Tommy all got home from school at the same time. They all immediately dumped their bags down by the door. Techno and Tommy stomped up the stairs to their rooms and Wilbur slumped down onto the couch.

“Jeez what’s with you guys today” phil said confused at his children’s behavior. Usually they come in and greet him at least.

“I’ve had a really long day, techno too, I don’t know what’s wrong with Tommy though, he was like this on the bus, too.” Wilbur says from the couch. Phil nods his head and goes upstairs to check on his Children and make sure they’re ok.

He knocks quietly on Techno’s door. He hears a grunt of approval so he opens the door. The pinkette is sitting on his bed with a math book on his lap.

“Hey Phil” he says looking up.

“Hey Techno, what’s up?” He asks, taking a seat by the pig hybrid.

“Nothing much, Im a little stressed out about schoolwork though.” He says, eyes returning to the book. Phil nods in understanding. He was in high school once, he remembers how stressful it can be.

“Maybe we could have a movie night tonight, once everyone finishes. You guys have been working really hard, you deserve some time off.” Phil says.

“That sounds nice.”

Phil nods and leaves techno to study, going left to Tommy’s room. He knocks on Tommy’s door.

“Come in.” Tommy says, in a rather weak tone. I walk in, slightly concerned. I see Tommy sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees, staring angrily at the wall.

“Toms? What’s wrong?” I ask, kneeling down to look at him. His brow furrowes.

“Am I a bad friend?” He asks, still not making eye contact.

“No toms, of course not. What make you think that?” I ask.

“Then why does tubbo like ranboo so much more than me?” He says, “I thought I was supposed to be his best friend”, he finishes, his voice cracking.

“Toms look at me,” I say and he turns to face me. “If tubbo is making you feel left out then tubbo is the one not being a good friend. Just because he’s excited about his new mate, doesn’t mean it’s gonna be this way forever, ok?” Tommy thinks for a second then nods.

“We were think about having a movie night tonight just like we used to.” I say. Tommy’s eyes light up in excitement.

~time skip lmao~

“Will can you pass the ketchup?” Tommy asks. Ever since he was little he liked to dip his popcorn in ketchup. Will also liked this, but techno and Phil found it absolutely disgusting. They were all sitting together on the couch, Tommy resting in wills arms and Phil’s wings wrapped around everyone lovingly.

“So what movie are we watching?”

A/n: super lame ending Ik but I liked the rest ig. Stay safe stay hydrated Luv u

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Oneshot #4: My son

A/n: Here’s some actual Angst. This is very lore based. I know that there’s one of these in literally every oneshot book but here’s my take bc I want to.

Wilbur- 19

Phil is old

Tw⚠️: insanity, death, sword

Phil’s POV:

I look into the pleasing eyes of my son, begging me to end his misery. I think about not doing it, I really do, but I can’t look past the begging in his eyes.

My hands tighten around the grip of my sword. I watch as my son’s eyes change from begging to excitement for blissful relief. The fresh smell of gunpowder lingers in the air as I raise my sword in preparation.

A small part of me says that I won’t actually go through with it, but I will. I raise my sword higher and get it positioned to kill.

“Dad?” He says. Just that word, that heart wrenching word makes me hesitate. Is this really what he wants? To be mercy killed by his own father?

“I’m sorry.” He finishes. Every fragment in my body tells me not to kill him, but his eyes are so compelling. I have to. The message is sent, he’s ready.

My sword plunges through my son’s heart.

A/n: Woahhhhh ok so that was intense. But anyway I hope you enjoyed :))) I promise I will make up with it with some tommy/techno fluff in the next chapter. Stay safe and drink water <3

[ebonygndjaz]

Surveys on Sunday

1. First thing you wash in the shower? Neck 2. Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker? Coffee 3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes! 4. Do you plan outfits? Yes! 5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Sleepy 6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red? Scissors 7. What would you do if you opened your door and saw a dead body? Collect $ 8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? Had sex with IG model 9. Three of your current feelings? Sleepy, motivated, focused 10. What are you craving right now? Tea 11. Turn ons? Lips, eyes, hands 12. Turn offs? Dusty men 13. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Stir fry 14. When was the last time you cried? Why? Yesterday, idk 15. If you could be a superhero, who would you want to be? Invisible man 16. Did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize? NO

17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? What psychopath bites into icecream

18. Favorite movie ever? Boomerang 19. Do you like yourself? Yes 20. Have you ever met a celebrity? No 21. Could you handle being in the military? No 22. What are you listening to right now? My AC 23. How many countries have you visited? 3 24. Are your parents strict? Yes 25. Would you go sky diving? Yes 26. Would you go out to eat with a stranger? No 27. Whats on your mind right now? Money 28. Is there anything you want to say to someone? Yes 29. Have you ever been in a castle? No 30. Do you rent movies often? No 31. Whats your zodiac sign? Gemini 32. When was the last time you had sex? Last month 33. Name 3 facts about you. I miss early 2000s,aspiring vegan, dog person 34. Ever had a near death experience? If so, what happened? No 35. Do you believe in karma or predestiny? Yes 36. Brown or white eggs? No 37. Do you own something from Hot Topic? No 38. Ever been on a train? Yes 39. Ever been in love? Yes 40. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you do it? Not by myself 41. If you could trade places with any person living or dead, who would you trade places with? No 42. If you could shorten your life expectancy by 10 years to becomemore attractive, would you do it? No 43. Whom do you admire and why? No 44. What was your favorite bedtime story as a child? No 45. You’re walking down the street, you come across a burning building. A woman says her baby is trapped inside, what would you do? Sounds sus... 46. If you could choose the future profession of your son or daughter, would you? No 47. What was your best experience on drugs or alcohol? Study games  48. What was your worst experience on drugs or alcohol? Fights 50. As your walking down the street you find a suitcase full of money sitting next to a parked car, would you take it? Depends 

[swseats]

ECLECTICLE 11/6

As our party stood under the frescoes of San Francisco City Hall, the officiant recited the words required by law and encouraged by tradition. Our very small and hardy band were there to witness the marriage of one of my closest friends. I wrote a little more about it over here.

I was honored to be included in their special day. To be there to lend my support and encouragement for the beginning of their new life together.

After the ceremony we adjourned to Restaurant Gary Danko for drinks and dinner. One of our merry band of seven encouraged us -- the married folk -- to go around and give advice to the newlyweds. What we came up with could be summed up as:

Work at It

Stick With It

Really Support and Honor Each Other

Wash, Rinse, and Repeat

If you’re wrong and you shut up, you’re wise. If you’re right and you shut up, you’re married. -Unknown

After nigh on 25 years, I find that there is a never-ending stream of new experiences that life brings to my husband and I. Most of it has been good. Some of it not so. But the best part has been having someone who is going through it with you. Someone who holds your hand and says, "It will be okay. We can do this. Together".

My hope is that my friends have found that someone who will be a support when things go sideways. And someone who will celebrate when things don’t. Someone who will help keep the other person grounded all through the maelstrom of life.  

So cheers to them! Cheers to everyone just starting out. And cheers to those of us who are still trying to make it all work. Together.

Getting Married is like trading the adoration of many for the sarcasm of one -- Mae West

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If you’re new here, ECLECTICLE Is my “Eclectic Listicle” of the recent things that have been happening in my world. It is a regularly occurring place to toss out items of interest and information. My hope is that you will enjoy it and find something useful. So, let’s get going. 

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What I’m Eating:

The Branzini with Fennel Puree, Niçoise Olives and Saffron-Orange Emulsion at Gary Danko, San Francisco.

Gary Danko was a fitting coda to the wedding of two awesome guys. The service and hospitality was absolutely spot on. And the dishes came invitingly to table one after the other. The star of the show was easily the Safron-Orange Emulsion that was served underneath a perfectly cooked Bronzini. The sauce was balanced, light, and delicately flavored. It actually outshone every other component in the dish. When I say that the emulsion was life changing, I am not exaggerating. For me, it was the single best executed item of the five tasting courses I ordered.

I savored the wonder that was this sauce and had to share. I happily tore into slices of their rustic bread -- made that day, I am sure --  so that the other guests at the table could sop up the remains. The consensus was that the emulsion was almost too good for words. On my next visit, I am making a mental note to request the sauce in advance. Just for me and the demi-loaf of bread I’ll be eating.

What I’m Reading:

This read from the Oddity Prodigy Productions blog gave me SUCH delight. For the record, I am a big fan of anyone who can pull off a serious costume. I know enough folks to be aware of what goes into building a costume or outfit. I've been following Shasta Shatz  on IG and I really love the range of her work and her skill. If I were to make a suggestion, the phrase “What Are You Supposed To Be” should be left at the front door and “...a simple, “Tell me about your costume” will suffice, Chad.”

Wand Blake “chops it up” ( as the kids say) in this episode of Ark Republic’s “The Changing of San Francisco Food Culture and Identity” "When you look at the food scene in general in San Francisco, it’s very much an umbrella of immigrants. Because when you look at the food here in San Francisco it is the most diverse selection of food that you see anywhere in the United States especially during the times when I grew up”. -- Wanda Blake. 

This was, hands down, the feel good story of the week. A local business doing what it can to make our community a better place. Inspiring, uplifting and a model that can be duplicated across the country. Oakland Laundromat Promotes Love Of Reading Offering Story Time For Children

Looking at food nutrition through a different lens, this article from New Food Economy is at once thought provoking and, at the same time, a call to action. How is it that If Food Is Medicine, Why Isn’t it Taught In Medical Schools?”  "Poor diet continues to be one of the biggest contributors to chronic disease and mortality in the U.S., killing one in five Americans every year. That’s a higher rate than three other risk factors—pollution, lack of exercise, alcohol and drug use—combined. As the tide continues to rise in favor of ideas and policies that combine food and healthcare, medical schools may be next to center nutrition in their work. Someone’s just got to prescribe it". - New Food Economy.

A quick read, and some great suggestions, from Bon Appétit magazine for one of my favorite alliums, shallots. “All About Shallots”

What I'm Listening To:

Artist: Pomplamousse

Song: Daft Punk / Something About Us

https://youtu.be/2CCNswShJRc

When a remake is done well, it reveals something new and delightful about the original. This new version of a Daft Punk classic makes me appreciate the simplicity of this chill and soulful tune.

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[kpurereactions]

Can I hear about the other story too admin Minlee~? ✨

SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS…LOL kidding. WARNING! This is going to look like a mess because when I talk about this…it’s a mess & I’m a mess lmfao

THIS IS SUPER LONG 

So I attended B.A.P’s LOE 2016 in San Francisco, CA. This is my first time seeing them, I couldn’t go to the 1st two LOEs & I cried lmao. So anyway, I had a little over $200 in my bank account & after I purchased two tickets, I only had $2 LMFAO ANYTHING FOR B.A.P!!! I didn’t go to the venue until around 4pmish…stood in line for 3 hours. (I’ve stood in line for Infinite for 6hrs, 3hrs is nothing) We stood in the wrong line LMFAO we stood in the VIP line but quickly learned it wasn’t the general ad line. The general ad line was WAAAAAAYYYY much shorter THANK GOD! While we were standing in line the staff were selling BAP albums to whoever wanted a chance at Hi-TOUCH with BAP. I didn’t care to purchase it AT THE TIME because I would’ve been EXTREMELY upset if I had paid $40 & I got a regular album. So 7pm comes around & they finally open the doors & we’re let in, I buy a shit load of merch! I’m not going to list it all but I bought a lightstick; that my baby sister just broke recently ): Anyway we find our seats & the show is about to begin. My friend that I met online had told me she was attending earlier that day! I was stoked to meet her! We hugged when we saw each other & honestly that is the best way to meet someone for the first time! NOW!!!!! I DID NOT REALIZE THAT I WAS NOT SMILING BACK AT THEM! UNTIL I GET TO FCUKING HIMCHAN & HE DIPS HIS HEAD DOWN A BIT & SMILES REALLY BIG AT ME!!!!!! AND I SMILE BACK, I CAN FEEL MY WHOLE BODY GETTING HOT (FROM BEING SHY, NOT THAT OTHER THING YA NASTY! LOL) SO I PUT MY HAND UP AND HE HOLDS MY HAND AS IT SLIPS OUT OF HIS T^T I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING DEAL. AFTER THAT EVEYRTHING IS A BLUR. ALL I KNOW IS THAT JONGUP WAS AFTER & THEN BANG WAS LAST, HE WASN’T TOO HAPPY THAT DAY :( I WAS SAD HE WASN’T. THEN I EXIT THE ROOM & THE VENUE & I JUST FREEZE UP…..LIKE EXCUSE ME….DID THAT JUST REALLY HAPPEN?! WHAT?! I CAN’T, I JUST CAN’T. I swore to myself that I was not going toto wash my hand UNTIL THE NEXT DAY after I wake up. I then got scolded not to stand in front of the venue doors….which i mean i was like 8ft away from, rude sir. Anyway my friend leaves to go catch the last BART train & I’m like still in shock and I need to tell someone so I call my best friend that live sin Georgia so it’s like midnight there & i just start balling my eyes out telling her how I met BAP & that HIMchan smiled at me & I’m like I’ll let her go cos i know its late over there aand I’m gonna go wait for BAP to leave the venue then I’ll go home. So I walk over to the side of the building where some other fans are at & GIRRRRLLLLLL WE WAITED A HOUR OUT IN THE COLD! They didn’t leave til 11pm. You when they walk out we obvious scream lmfao & I’m right in the front of the barricade that is like 20 ft from the car & I shout “ I LOVE YOU!!!” AND I KID YOU FUCKING MOON FUCKING JONGUP HEARS ME & ACKNOWLEDGES ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR! HE FUCKING MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME! FOR 2 SECONDS & SMILED SHYLY & THEN GOT INTO THE VAN!!!!!!! AND THEN I CRIED. BAP leaves & then of course we all leave. I talked about it the whole way home (1hr) So remember how I said I swore I wasn’t going to wash my hand until I wake up the next morning,,,,well I failed. I went to use the restroom when I got home & I WASHED MY HAND T^T I WAS SO SAD lmfao I spammed text my best friend who was still awake & told her i washed my hand and she laughed lmfao I also texted my other good friend that attend the same concert & told her I got the chance to Hitouch BAP & she asked if I told Bang that she loves him & I told her no cos I myself didnt even tell Himchan that I love him, and I hope he stays the way he is becasue hes perfect the way he is. and doesnt need to lose weight becos I dont care about that and I only care about him being happy. She then scolded me that I should’ve been the one to tell him that becos we all know how much he needs to be told that. I then cried cos I had the chance and I didn’t. But now I know and next time, if there is a next time, I’ll be more prepared.

SOOOOOOO yes, that is how my BAP concert & Hitouch went….That was long lol

Thanks for asking me about it. I love BAP & that is forever a memory/day I will cherish forever. It makes me happy cry lol (Yes, I got emotional while writing this)

**EDIT: Here’s photos :) -Hold on I have more. I gotta switch computers. LOL

Minlee

[youngandhungryent]

Swizz Beatz and Timbaland Reignited Beat Battle On IG Live

Source: Paras Griffin / Getty

It’s no secret that Swizz Beatz and Timbaland love to compete, so when the two legendary producers hopped on Instagram Live to compare catalogs––it was nothing short of epic.

On Tuesday (Mar 24), Swizz and Timbaland took to their Instagram account to battle it out over who had the most heat in their production arsenal. As more than 20,000 fans tuned in, including Diddy, Missy, and Jay Electronica, the producers took turns playing hits from their massive catalogs, while playfully trading jabs with each other during the friendly competition––including Swizz making sure that Timbaland stayed on track with the rules.

“Come on Tim you can’t keep playing the hits twice,” Swizz said. “You gon’ play the hits and take this a** whoopin’ or what?”

In addition to making sure the rules were followed, Swizz also provided the comedy while trying to throw Timbaland off his game by jokingly calling him out for not washing his hands after using the bathroom (although Timbaland clearly reveals he did).

“Come on man, everything going on Tim you gotta wash your hands,” Swizz said jokingly.

Swizz getting on Timbaland head for not washing his hands

pic.twitter.com/FfSIFhCR8W

— Vera Vierr  (@VeraVierr) March 25, 2020

As the two ripped thru their extensive work hit after hit, playing bangers including “Hey Papi”, “Resolution”, and “Touch It”, the friendly competition reminded fans just how iconic the two super producers are.

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#PressPlay: #Timbaland and #SwizzBeatz had another battle of the beats tonight on live as they went back and forth with all of their classic hits!!

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Mar 24, 2020 at 9:18pm PDT

“We can do this all day,” Timbaland said.

“I’m sorry we keeping ya’ll on here,” Swizz said. “I know it was supposed to be an hour-long thing but here we are at hour four.”

Despite the competition getting fierce, the producers played so many hits that it was tough for fans to determine a clear winner, resulting in the beat battle being declared a tie.

This isn’t the first time that the beat giants have went head to head on Instagram, back in 2017 Swizz and Timbaland battled it out via Instagram posts to declare who indeed was the king of beats.

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#timbaland brought in the reinforcements. #timbalandvsswizz

A post shared by Tiffany Hamilton (@tffhthewriter) on Jul 16, 2017 at 7:27pm PDT

Although the battle was nothing short of historic, one thing that took fans aback was learning some hidden gems that fans didn’t know the two producers created. One beat that left fans in total shock was learning that Timbaland played a hand in producing the Kanye West monster hit “Stronger”, but Swizz didn’t disappoint either revealing that he was the super-producer behind the Angie Stone hit, “Wish I Didn’t Miss You.”

Despite the entertainment that was provided by the competition, one thing is for sure when Swizz and Timbaland enter the studio any artist they team up with is guaranteed a classic.

Check out a few of their classic hits below.

source https://hiphopwired.com/848106/swizz-beatz-and-timbaland-reignited-beat-battle-on-ig-live/

[fandomlife-giver]

Phantom Traveler 1: Paranoid

Summary: The past is a real funny thing. It can really screw with you. Especially when it brings back people you knew.

Pairings: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3173

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You walked out of the bathroom after you washed your face, grabbed your phone and sat down on the couch, beginning to scroll through your messages.

30 minutes earlier you woke up to Sam, getting dressed, saying he was going out for coffee. Normally, you would've questioned why he was up at 5:10 in the morning, but you were still half asleep and needed your fill on caffeine in order to scold him.

You stopped scrolling when you saw you had a new message from Dani and you quickly opened it.

'Hey sis, I know it's been a while, but I thought this would be important. I think Bubba and Chrissy found an idea on where you were and I know that you don't wanna be found. I really miss you sis, we all do. I love you. Dani 💗'

You smiled at your little sister's message, but frowned as you thought about what lead they may have of you.

You put down your phone and ran your fingers through your hair as you glanced at Dean, who was asleep on his bed. You thought about the future confrontation you would have with your brothers and internally groaned just as you heard the door's lock click and open.

Sam's figure emerged as Dean's eyes opened, him going into full morning hunter mode.

Dean moved his hand under his pillow and sharply turned as Sam rounded the corner, carrying three coffee cups and a box of pastries.

"Morning, sunshine." Sam greeted as he handed you your coffee.

You smiled and thanked him while Dean groaned. "What time is it?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Uh, it's about five forty-five." You said before taking a sip.

"In the morning?" He whined.

"Yep." You said as you stood up.

"Where does the day go?" Dean said as he sat up and looked at Sam. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." Sam said as he shifted in his place.

"Liar." You muttered into your cup.

Sam looked at you. " 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial." You said pointing a finger as you moved in front of him.

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." Sam said with a shrug.

You narrowed your eyes at him and hummed as you took another sip.

You turned to look at Dean, but furrowed your brows upon seeing he was staring at you.

Dean was a little busy taking in the sight of you in nothing but a black camisole and blue lace underwear, that just happened to be his favorite color.

His eyes trailed over your long, (S/C) legs, racking up your body to your soft pink lips. He unconsciously licked his lips and admired your hair in it's loose, naturally (H/S) state.

Once Dean looked up to your (E/C) eyes, he realized you were both watching him. You looked at Sam, who shook his head with an amused expression.

Dean cleared his throat and awkwardly shifted. "Your, uh—you're hair looks nice." He muttered before turning his attention to Sam.

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked while you sat on the side of Sam's bed across from him.

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it is." You and Dean said in unison.

Sam laughed. "Look, I appreciate your guys' concern—"

"Oh, we're not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive, so we need you sharp." Dean sarcastically said.

"I thought that was (Y/N)'s job?" Sam said while pointing at you.

You shook your head and took another sip. "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"

Sam looked down and sighed before crossing the room and sitting next to you. "Yeah." He admitted as he handed Dean his coffee and placed the box and his on the side table. "But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean simply said as he sipped his coffee.

"So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked as he looked between you and Dean. Dean shook his head while you shrugged.

"Never? You're both never afraid?"

"Of monsters...?" You asked with a raised eyebrow as you looked at Dean.

"No, not really." Dean replied.

Sam scoffed and reached under Dean's pillow, pulling out a large blade and holding it up with his signature 'bitch face'.

You sighed and took it out of Sam's grasp. "That's not fear." You said as you gave it back to Dean. "That is precaution."

Sam sighed. "All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." He said right before Dean's phone started ringing.

Dean reached over and grabbed his phone from the side table and looked at you and Sam before answering.

"Hello?"

'Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski.' You heard a man's voice say. Dean looked up at you as you furrowed your brows. 'You and your dad helped me out a couple years back.'

Dean thought for a second and slowly nodded. "Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"

'No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and...uh, I think it could be a lot worse.'

"What is it?" Dean asked.

'Can we talk in person?'

. . . After the phone call, you and the boys ate your pastries, finished your coffees and started packing.

You were the first to finish packing, so you decided to take a quick shower before you got dressed.

Once you got out of the shower, you did a quick pat down and hooked on your bra along with slipping in your underwear. You grabbed your blue skinny jeans and pulled them up to your waist, before you pulled over your white Vans T-shirt and socks, finishing by lacing up your black combat boots.

You plugged in your hair straightener and finished in record time without burning yourself. And no, you did not do a celebrating dance over it.

You grabbed your dad's dog tags and dropped them around your neck, then put on your pops's silver wedding ring, pentagram bracelet and protection charm bracelet John had given you for your 17th birthday.

You topped everything off by applying some light pink lip gloss and eyeliner, before grabbing your PJ's and striding out of the bathroom, seeing the boys already dressed. You walked over to one of your two duffle bags and shoved your PJ's inside, grabbing your brush and quickly brushing your now straight hair before putting it back inside and zipping up the bag.

You grabbed your black fleece jacket and shrugged it on before looking up at the boys who were staring at you in surprise.

"What?" You asked in confusion.

"You were only in there for 15 minutes." Sam said in disbelief.

"And you look hot." Dean added as he looked you over.

"Really?" You asked as you slid two silver knives in your boots, covering them with your pant legs. "It felt like 30."

You tucked your gun in the back of your pants, followed by your Jack Daniel's lighter and pocket knife in your front pockets. You reached over and grabbed your money clip that held your money and phone, stuffing them in your back pockets, before you then grabbed your bags, slinging one over your shoulder and opened the door with ease, heading out to the Impala.

The boys stared after you and looked at each other. "That was a hot montage." Dean said with a grin, before grabbing his bag and heading outside.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook is head as he followed his brother, still trying to figure out how you managed to pack, shower, and get dressed under 20 minutes.

. . . "Thanks for making the trip so quick." Jerry said as you walked next to him with the boys behind you with you all walking through the airport hanger towards Jerry's office. "I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out." He said while briefly looking back at Sam.

"Yeah, he told us. It was a poltergeist?" You asked.

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." A random worker said as he walked by.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." He said to the worker before turning to you. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart." He looked back at Dean. "Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive."

You all turned a corner with Jerry missing Dean as he proudly grinned at you and Sam.

"Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" He now asked Sam.

"Yeah, I was. I'm—taking some time off."

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry said, making you smile.

John had always been proud of Sam, he just never showed it, yet he had told you countless times.

"He did?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, you bet he did."

He then turned to you. "You're (Y/N), right?" You nodded. "Well, he said they were real lucky to have you in their lives."  

You looked at him, then the boys who were smiling at you. "Yeah?" You asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I couldn't get either of them to shut up about you the entire time."

"Oh really...?" You looked back at Dean, who avoided your gaze.

"Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Jerry asked.

Dean glanced at you and Sam, before answering. "He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now."

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and (Y/N). Even trade, huh?" Jerry said with a slight laugh.

You and Dean laughed while Sam scoffed. "No, not by a long shot." He said.

"I got something I want you guys to hear." Jerry said as he turned right, walking to the office.

. . . You sat in between Sam and Dean in front of Jerry as he spoke. "I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He said as he opened up a drive and placed a CD inside. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." He said just as it began to play.

There was a bunch of static with an indistinct voice as an alarm blared. 'Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485—immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message—May be experiencing some mechanical failure...' It ended with a crackled whoosh and a low demonic growl that made you and the boys look at each other.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurised somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault." Jerry informed.

"You don't think it was?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't." Jerry strongly said.

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." You listed.

"All right." He nodded.

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...guys, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry said while shaking his head.

Dean frowned while you nodded. "No problem." You said with a smirk.

. . . You were just walking out of HiJack with Dean towards Sam, who was waiting for you as he sat on the Impala's hood when a girl passed you. "Hey." She casually greeted as she went inside. You smiled at her and walked to Sam while Dean flirtatiously greeted her back and watched her walk inside.

"You've been in there forever." Sam complained.

"You can't rush perfection." Dean said as he flashed Sam three fake IDs.

"Homeland Security?" Sam questioned as he took his ID. "That's pretty illegal, even for us." He said as he slid off the hood.

"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." You said as you and Dean rounded the car and opened your doors while Sam opened the passenger door.

"All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asked as you all shut your doors.

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam stated.

"Yeah?" You asked.  

"Listen." He pressed play on the recording on his laptop.

'No survivors!' A voice that resembled a witch with lung cancer who had been smoking for 30 years said.

" 'No survivors' ? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean said in confusion.

"Got me." Sam shrugged.

"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" Dean asked.

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." You stated. "Mm-hmm." Dean hummed. "Or remember flight 401?" You snapped your fingers.

"Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean recalled.

"Right." You nodded.

"Thanks for the spirit lesson, Velma." Sam said as he closed his laptop.

You sighed and looked at Dean. "Maybe we got a similar deal."

"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked as he took the list of names from Sam.

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey." Sam pointed at the name on the page.

"Why him?" You asked as you looked at it over Dean's shoulder.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam answered.

You both looked at him. "What makes you say that?" Dean asked.

"Well, I spoke to his mother. And she told me where to find him."

. . . *Psychiatric Hospital Outside Gardens*

Max Jaffey was walking with a cane in between you and Dean with Sam on your right. "I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security."

"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean said.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Max asked.

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." Dean suggested.

Max looked at Dean, then at the ground. "No, nothing."

Dean hummed as you all sat down at a table. "Mr. Joffey—" He began.

"Jaffey." You and Max corrected. They both looked at you, before Dean continued.

Max with a look of appreciation, but Dean with a surprised look, then at Max. "Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Max nodded. "Can I ask why?"

Max scoffed. "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash."

"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean pressed on.

"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max stuttered, but Dean ignored him.

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what."

"No." Max quickly said. "No, I was...delusional. Seeing things."

"Oh, he was seeing things." Dean repeated as he looked at you and Sam, only to receive a double bitch face. He rolled his eyes and looked away while you leaned forward.

"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." You touched his arm and smiled. Dean looked at you and furrowed his brows while Max looked up at you.

"There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him..." He drifted off.

"What?" Dean impatiently asked.

"He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." You shared a look with Sam while Dean stared at him in confusion.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sam questioned.

Max gave him a weird look. "What are you, nuts?"

Sam rose his eyebrows and tilted his head. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."

. . . You sat in the backseat as Dean pulled up to the house of the man Max told you about. "So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam said as you all looked at it.

"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean said before you all got out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."

"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." Sam suggested.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" You sarcastically asked while gesturing to the house. Sam turned to look at the perfectly ordinary house.

. . . You sat in between Sam and Dean as you all sat across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam picked up a picture of the victim. "This is your late husband?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yes, that was my George."

"And you said he was a...dentist?" Dean asked.

"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." She drifted off.

"How long were you married?" You said with a smile, changing the subject.

"Thirteen years." She smiled.

"In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" You carefully asked.

She gave you a curious look. "Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.

Sam and Dean slowly looked at each other while you politely smiled.

. . . You followed behind the boys as you all walked down the steps of the house. "I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam said.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean said as he stopped and looked at Sam.

"Okay." You said as you came up and hooked their arms with yours.

"But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." You said with a mischievous grin, making both boys look at you nervously.

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Cryptocurrency's Rugged Way: China's ICO Bar

With the wake up in China's ICO bar, everything that befalls the whole world in cryptocurrencies?

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