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Bliban, 38

Long time no see chaps!

Have a prompt fill, it’s a relatively long one and I have no idea how it reads cause it’s been a while - hopefully it’s not toooo bad and I love you all for sticking around <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17440433/chapters/55790821

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

Valentine's-Day🌹2020

19 bliban if it tickles your fancy

of course my friend, here you go!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17440433/chapters/49387754

“I could kill you right now!”

Blitz has been awake for long enough to realise that he is, once more, in a hospital, when the door to his room swings open and Bandit appears, still in his gear and with a furious look on his face.

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Judge: You’re sentenced to death. You’ll be hung.

Blitz, in the back: He’s already hung!

Bandit: Your Honor, uncuff me so I can high five my husband.

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juduseye

can I have some bandit/blitz headcanons, please? that would be very lovely

Absolutely! You know I didn’t like this ship that much until I read @katalicz ‘s stories, now I love these boys.

•They both had crushes on each other for more than a year but didn’t know the other liked them back. IQ would rant about it to her girl squad but ultimately wanted them to figure it out on their own.

•Bandit has a lot of baggage, but Blitz is patient and knows when he needs a moment

•Barely ever do they speak English instead of German to each other

•Blitz liked to trace the lines of Bandit’s tattoos. Bandit always tells him to stop but Blitz knows he doesn’t really mind

•They both avoid the scar on Bandit’s head

•They are disgustingly cute when drunk, they have no barriers. Jäger complains about it the next morning

•They adopt deformed cats that no one else wants; so far they have a cat with no ears and two with a stub leg. Blitz likes to hold them like newborn babies and sing to them, Bandit lovingly calls them bastards, stinkmen, trash babies, etc.

•They don’t sleep well without each other

The plate crashes to the ground and shatters instantly, the white porcelain sliding across the hardwood floor in all directions. Everyone jumps at the sudden noise; Jäger bangs his knee on the bottom of the table and lets forth a slew of curses which IQ quickly stops with a sharp hush. “Sorry, sorry,” Blitz mumbles sheepishly, shaking his head, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” IQ looks him over and can instantly tell what’s gotten into him; the kitchen is awfully empty without their fourth member. “Jäger, would you go grab the broom out of the closet? If it’s not in the one downstairs then it’s in the one beside the bathroom,” IQ asks with a perfect smile. “Why do I have to?” She catches his eye and gives him a hard look. “You said the one downstairs?” He asks with a nervous smile, already halfway out the door. “Yep. Thank you Jäger!” She turns to face Blitz, the man looking down at the littered floor with a blank look. Her eyes soften, shoulders falling with a sigh. He’s not looking very hot: his hair is greasy and hanging limply on his forehead, his eyes are red and dull with dark bags pulling his lids down, he seems subdued in every possible way; IQ hasn’t seen him smile in a couple days. “Blitz,” she prompts softly, the man slowly looking over at her with a crumbling expression. She opens her arms, and like a kicked puppy, he trudges over. And he’s much taller and much larger than her, but she still cradles him against her chest. He feels so fragile in her arms as she rubs his back. “I know, you must miss him.” She whispers and gets a wet reply back, “You couldn’t imagine.” A little smile stretches her lips, no she probably couldn’t. “Come on, sit down. You want me to make you a new plate?” She leads him to the table, rubs the underneath of his eyes with her thumbs. He gives her a small nod and she sets off to get him some new pancakes and fruit. When she returns, he’s fiddling with his phone; looking through his old messages. “Here. Do you know what day it is?” He takes the plate with a small thank you and picks up a strawberry. “Not really,” he admits, “Monday or something.” She shakes her head with a knowing smile, “It’s Thursday. Do you know what that means?” She gestures at his phone. The lack of sleep must be making him slow on the draw because he blankly looks at her with his mouth open dumbly. IQ can see the cogs in his brain moving, his face erupted in a wide smile and that bright look in his eyes returned full force. “He’s coming home,” he laughs, “he’s coming home!” Blitz jumps up, shoves a pancake in his mouth as an afterthought. “He’s coming home!” He repeats to a confused Jäger, who’s just walked in with the broom and is squeezed in a bear hug. Blitz disappears through the doorway, leaving Jäger to look between the spot where the other man just was and a smiling IQ. “Did he just remember Bandit is coming back today?” He asks while making his way to the table. “Yep,” she replies, watching the man take Blitz’s discarded plate of breakfast for himself. “Cool, I’m leaving. I’m not gonna be around to hear them fucking.” She huffs out a laugh; her boys were a handful, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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eteriv

I left Tumblr. I return. Pls shitpost more man.

here you have some fresh shitposts

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pisamak

why. 아리따체.

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Blitz: Hey, can I get your passcode?

Bandit: No but you can get thIS DI-

Blitz:…

Bandit: It’s 4285-

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“Hey can I get your passcode?” Elias looked up from the new laptop he bought, the No Connection symbol blinking, seems he had forgotten the password. Marius was sitting on the ground, his legs up on the couch as he basically sat upside down, earphones in his ears, he was able to completely ignore Elias’ request for the internet password to their dorm room. Elias lifted his head to Dominic instead, but the latter only smirked and Elias could already feel the sigh coming on.

“No but you can get THIS DI–” Dominic started, but both (Y/n) and Monika lifted their heads. Dominic met (Y/n)’s eyes first, and then Monika’s. His mouth stayed open, the word hanging from his tongue. Elias quirked a blond eyebrow, waiting for the password. Even Marius noticed the sudden silence, pulling out an earbud and opening his legs so he could look at Dominic who was sitting on the couch. Dominic finally closed his mouth, a defeated expression befalling his features.

“It’s 4285-” Dominic rattled off the password and Elias typed it in, the keys clacking. Marius put his earbud back in and resumed what he was doing on his phone. (Y/n) shook their head, returning to their previous conversation with Monika, the latter of which looked severely disappointed even as she resumed the conversation.

“You can still-” “No.” Elias cut Dominic off as he continued typing on his computer. The man sighed and leaned further into the couch, a pout on his lips. “Chill dude, you’ll get your chance.” Marius’ voice was not quiet as he didn’t even look up from his phone to speak. Dominic knocked Marius’ legs, sending the latter into a heap on the floor. “Ow! Hey!”

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