#p/s: ​gotta catch up on this show it’s been awhile

[buckysmischief]

running in the dark - 2

Bucky Barnes x reader

Alex Summers x reader

Word Count: 2,224

Warning(s): language, drinking & smoking

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“Good morning, gorgeous.” The smell of pancakes and syrup filled your senses, pulling you out of a deep sleep.

Without opening your eyes you eventually spoke up, “Pancakes and pet names won’t fix anything, Alex. How’d you get in anyway?”

“Wanda slammed the door in my face-”

“-as she should.”

“-so I climbed in through the window.” He confessed.”And I’m not sure there is a way to make up for my actions last night, but I overreacted and I’m sorry. There’s no excuse, I’m just a dumbass.”

In all the time you’ve known Alex, he’s hardly apologized, but in no way did that mean he was sincere. “Look you can say whatever you want but actions mean more to me. Be the boyfriend I deserve or just leave. I’m too tired to keep fighting for something you don’t seem to take seriously at all.”

He’s never been the best boyfriend, but he definitely wasn’t the worst - not that that’s saying much. If he wasn’t willing to put in the work, though, then you could live without him.

“I’ll be better, for us. I promise.” You could tell by the look on his face he meant it, or at least wanted to, even his tone was different than the other times.

“Okay, but you really gotta show me this time, and give me those pancakes before I accidentally push you off the bed.”

After you stuffed your face, you let him cuddle with you. It could have been your full stomach, or being wrapped up in your boyfriend, but eventually you fell back asleep.

This was the side of Alex that you wish everyone else could see, the side where he was soft, gentle, and caring. Of course you didn’t want everyone knowing first hand just how comfortable his embrace felt, that was just for you.

You had known him since high school but were never in the same circles, your paths never even crossed unless you were in detention at the same time. God forbid anyone tried to talk in there though, the teacher was a bitch and would add days just because she could. It wasn’t until a few years ago that you met him and started dating.

Well, you ran into each other at a club, talked for a few hours, and ended up half naked in his bed the next morning. Things were very casual in the beginning, well as casual as exclusive fuck buddies could be. About a year and a half ago you both decided to make things official. That’s when things started getting rocky.

He became more jealous, a lot worse than he was the night before, that was something he needed to work on again. A part of you really wanted this to work out, you’d definitely needed to convince your friends to give him another chance but that was for another day.

Much sooner than you would have liked, Alex was pulling you out of your sleep, “Hey princess, you gotta get up. Wanda’s been blowing up your phone.”

“Ugh, I must be late.” you groaned and rolled out of bed, throwing on a pair of leggings and an on band tee.

“For what? I thought you were off today?”

“You remember Leslie, Pietro’s girlfriend? She’s moving in today, and so is Bucky I guess. I told them I’d help unpack and stuff.” You were lowkey expecting him to freak out, but he looked absolutely calm.

“I know I’m probably not welcome, but I can help if y’all need it.” He knew if he was ever going to make it work with you, he needed to have a better relationship with your friends. He’s trying.

“As much as I’d love that,” you say, giving him a kiss, “I think it would be better to plan something ahead of time.”

“We can go to Topgolf, maybe a cookout on the beach?” A part of you was almost suspicious at how different he was acting, you made a mental note to talk to him about it later.

“A cookout would probably be best,” another ding came from your phone, Wanda was outside waiting. “Come on, you can come back over later if you want.”

He stopped you before reaching the front door, pulling you into a kiss with enough passion to leave you breathless and weak in the knees. “Text me when you get home, I love you.”

“I love you too, have a good day babe.”

You could feel Wanda’s eyes on you from the car, silently judging you. “I’m not going to tell you what I’m thinking.” She said, pulling out the driveway.

“Small blessings.” You laughed.

“BUT, that’s because I’ve said it 100 times and I don’t feel like wasting my breath anymore.” She was thinking you were an idiot who deserves better and blah blah blah, and she’s right, but you learned a long time ago that if you couldn’t get over this crush for Bucky then you’d spend the rest of your life settling for anyone who wasn’t him.

That didn’t mean your feelings for Alex were fake or anything - they’re real - they just didn’t compare to how Bucky had made you feel almost your whole life. It didn’t help that all of those feelings came back the second you saw him standing in your living room.

“So how long is Bucky staying with P?”

“Until he finds a place nearby,” she replied, not mentioning the subject change, “he didn’t really have much though so we're really just helping Leslie.”

“So what you’re saying is the boys are going to do all the heavy lifting while the three of us just organize it all?”

“Exactly.”

As Wanda parked next to the curb you could see the boys unloading the U-Haul while Leslie directed them safely in the house.

Her and Pietro have been together for awhile now, no one knows how long exactly because they’re assholes and won’t tell. They said they’ll reveal it on their wedding day, but everyone knows neither of them are the marrying type. You know what kind of people treat their friends and family that way? People that belong together apparently.

“Thank God you’re finally here!” Leslie shouted as she ran from the front patio to hug them both. “What held you up?”

“Someone had an early moring visitor.” Wanda’s voice didn’t show a hint of irritation, but her mean sideeye did.

“Someone’s just mad no one climbed through their window and brought them breakfast.” Truth be told, that comment was kind of mean. Sam, Wanda’s boyfriend, was currently stationed on the other side of the country and she didn’t get to see him a lot. And yes, if he was here she probably would have gotten an entire breakfast platter made for her. But just because you understand her dislike of Alex doesn’t that mean she has to remind you in subtle ways whenever she feels like it.

“Speaking of food,” Pietro interrupts, “is it almost lunchtime? I’m starving.”

“Who are you, Scooby-Doo? You just ate 30 minutes ago.” Leslie laughs.

“I’ll pickup some wings and pizza,” you offer, walking inside the house, “Where’s Bucky? He’s coming with me.”

“Is he?”

“He owes me eight years, he doesn’t have a choice.”

You eventually found him in the back yard, sitting in the sand. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“Never,” he smiled, “you can sit next to me you know. I don’t bite.”

“Eight year old me would beg to differ, but I’m good. About to pick up some food, wanna come with?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope, come on.”

Wanda called in the order to the pizza place near the boardwalk, so by the time Bucky pulled up there shouldn’t be a long wait. You decided to walk to the ABC store across the street and grab a few bottles of rum and vodka. If they thought there wasn’t going to be some kind of special housewarming party, they were wrong.

Once you got back to the car, Bucky was walking out with three boxes of pizza and three boxes of wings, “I would have asked you if you needed help but I wanted to see if those muscles were just for show.”

“You got the essentials so I’ll let it pass.” He wouldn’t have made you carry anything anyways, not because he was that nice, he just knew you’d drop at least two boxes.

“Oh, the essentials? Those are getting dropped off later.”

“You’re a mess.” He knew exactly what you were referring to and left it alone at that.

When you both got back to Pietro’s, more of Leslie’s things were inside and ready to be put away, but that could wait until after lunch… and maybe a few drinks.

As the day went on, the five of you successfully got everything organized and as a reward to yourselves, you were going to have a bonfire on the beach. A part of you wanted to invite Alex, but you’d see him later. Right now was about hanging out with your friends - and catching up with Bucky.

Pietro brought out two sheets to sit on while Bucky got the fire started, Wanda and Leslie got the drinks and you grabbed some snacks.

And the weed.

“I bought enough to share!” You shook the jar, letting everyone know if they wanted it then they could take it.

Wanda laughed out, “You know Pietro will.”

“That’s because he’s the only one with good taste.” You winked to Leslie.

It immediately - and rightfully - went to her head, “Isn’t that the truth.”

When the sheets were laid out, Wanda, Leslie and Pietro sat on the bigger one with you and Bucky on the slightly smaller one.

At one point in the evening, you tuned the others out and gave your full attention to Bucky. He was filling you in on all the things he didn’t know you already knew thanks to Pietro not knowing how to keep his mouth shut. The only thing you didn’t know was why exactly he pushed you away, just that it had something to do with his ex. Why not find out now?

“So, why didn’t Natasha like me?” It was better to just come right out and ask, no point in holding back now.

Bucky knew he couldn’t tell you the whole truth, but he wasn’t going to lie either. “Nat was - is, definitely still is crazy. I think it was your third break up with Beck, you called in the middle of the night crying and she freaked out after. Said you were “disrespecting” her and a bunch of other ridiculous things.”

“If you knew they were ridiculous then why did it work?” You asked softly, not wanting the others to overhear.

He wanted to tell you that it worked because it seemed like his only escape from you, that maybe a clean break from you was what he needed to really get over you for good. But here he was, all these years later and still hopelessly in love with you.

Again, he chose to tell you half of the truth. “She told me she was pregnant, but I found out she was lying four months later. First thing I wanted to do was call you and apologize, maybe cry a bit, but I was too embarrassed that I did what I did to you..”

“Buck..”

“No, please don’t. I shouldn’t have just cut you out, you didn’t deserve that.”

There wasn’t really anything to say to that, there wasn’t anything you wanted to say to that. Knowing didn’t make you feel better like you thought it would, truth be told it made you feel worse for reasons you couldn’t even admit to yourself. Instead you hit the blunt and silently offered it to him, slightly shocked when he took it.

On the other side of the fire, the twins were wrapped up in their own conversation while Leslie was silently watching you and Bucky through the flames.

“Hey guys,” she whispered to the twins, “did Yn and Bucky ever date?”

“Ew, gross.”

“No, why?”

If a stranger were to walk past and see the way you two were looking at each other, they would probably think you are dating. “Are you both blind? Actually, that’s offensive to the  blind, even they would know what I’m talking about.”

Pietro looked over to see you both laughing and other than you sitting a little close to Bucky, he didn’t see what his girlfriend was talking about, but Wanda did.

Around nine you texted Alex for a ride since everyone was too drunk to drive, Wanda chose to just sleep on her brother's couch instead. Once you were in his car he put your seatbelt on for you, “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“I just missed you.”

“Can I spend the night? I missed you too.” You said, trying to get as close to him as you could.

“Anything you want baby.” He was keeping his eyes on the road, but you didn’t miss the smile on his face.

“Then can we go to Cookout? I’d kill for a milkshake.”

“Already headed in that direction.” It wasn’t a guarantee he was going to change in the long run, but right now he was putting in effort and that’s all that mattered.

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[toutallyahoe]

I Am Damaged ~ Midoriya Izuku (BNHA)

Requested By: --

A/N: im dick nice guy so here's a one shot of the sweet boi :)

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Izuku sighed as he trudged each step he took along the stairs to go to school's rooftop to meet up with his only friend in Aldera Junior High. '[Name]-san was really mysterious when he asked me to meet him at the rooftop after classes.' The green haired thought as he remembered the other male did not attend classes for the past few days too.

After awhile of walking up the stairs, the green haired saw the familiar metal door that was leading to the rooftop. Izuku quickened his pace a bit, but not that much to cause him to slip.

Well, he almost slipped but he manage to grab the stairs' railing to balance himself. A relieved sigh left his lips as he shuddered the thought of falling down the stairs if he did not managed to catch himself.

'I-I need to be careful...' The green haired male thought as he sweated a bit. His hands was already back to gripping the yellow colored strap of his bag. Getting to the door, Izuku opened it and quickly went outside the school to be at the rooftop. He scanned the area to find the [Hair color] haired male.

His lips formed a large smile to see his friend there in his casual attire. He was about to shout the [Hair color] haired male's name until he found himself he can't. A large lump on his throat blocking the [Hair color] haired male's name from coming out.

Izuku would have been happy to see the other male until his green colored eyes saw where the [Hair color] haired male was. Izuku's eyes stared at the scene in front of him in horror. His iris' shrunk as he looked at the back of the male. [Name] was only gripping the steel bar of the school's railing with both of his hands, body tilting forward that only one slip can make the [Hair color] haired male drop to his impending death.

Izuku's lips quivered as he was frozen. His feet stuck to the floor as he shook in fear. His yellow colored bag was already on the ground, forgotten, as he just stared at the back of the [Hair color] haired male. [Name] seemed to noticed his presence as he tilted his head to the side, giving Izuku a sided glance as he then look back at the scene bellow him again. Not minding his friend shaking in fear for his well being.

"[Na]... [N-Name]-san...?" Izuku managed to stuttered out as he look at the said male. [Name] only look below him, not even responding when Izuku called him out again. Eyes threatening to let the tears fall down as Izuku trembly clutched the material of the front of his black colored uniform. "P-please..."

"Izuku-kun," The said male just looked at his friend. His body still trembling as he did not know why the male would be in a dangerous situation. The green haired male was about to tell [Name] not to do what he think he is doing when [Name] finally said something again. But the male's words did not relieved the green haired boy's scared behavior.

"I am damaged. Far to damaged," The [Hair color] haired muttered but Izuku still managed to hear it. He tried to think this was just a nightmare. His body continue to tremble but he finally found himself moving again. Each step he took, desperate to get closer to his friend until [Name] looked at him again, a narrowed look on his face as he side glace Izuku that made him paused in getting near him. "but you're not beyond repair..."

[Name] shifted his body a bit, carefully putting his foot on the small excess concrete located on the side of the building as he finally faced Izuku's direction. A small smile formed on his face as his gazed soften. "Stick around here," He pause for a bit, until he locked at Izuku's green colored eyes with his [Eye color] colored ones. "make things better..."

"'Cause you've beat me fair and square..." Izuku did not understand what the male was saying but his green eyes widen at that line. "[N-Na--]" The green haired male could not bring himself to call out his friend's name. He saw the familiar blue colored aura surrounding the male's body, indicating he was using his quirk.

"W-what's your quirk, [Last name]-san?" Izuku curiously asked out of a blue. Remembering his manners, the green haired boy stuttered out, "I-if you don't m-me asking, that is!" This cause the other male to chuckle at the green haired teen. "Ah, don't worry about it Midoriya-san!" The [Hair color] haired male said as he picked up the ramen noodles and place it on his mouth. Currently the two were in a small ramen shop to get to know each other.

Finishing chewing his food and swallowing it. [Name] looked at green haired male beside him and grinned. "My quirk is not that special, really. I can produce this blue colored aura out of my body in a fifteen meter radius..." [Name] said as he then remembered. "Oh! It's also super hot." He said as he let out an amused laugh when he saw Izuku took out his notebook and wrote down what he had just said in a blank page.

Hearing the other male's laugh, Izuku could help but heat up as he quickly look at the other male. A smile on his lips as he shyly hid himself on his notebook. "S-sorry. It's m-my hobby to write e-every quirk I see..." Izuku shyly said as he peeked and saw the [Hair color] haired male smiled at him, causing him to hide his face again.

"Hey, I don't mind." [Name] shrugged as he patted the shy teen's back. He gave a thumbs up with his other hand to encourage the male. "If you like, I could tell you more about my "interesting" quirk." The [Hair color] haired suggested as he air quoted the word "interesting", making Izuku brighten up and giggled.

[Name] looked away from his friend's trembling form as he shifted his gaze to the floor, increasing his quirk's power a bit. "Please stand back now..." The [Hair color] haired male said as he heard the patter of Izuku's footsteps. "A little further..." The male muttered. Izuku could only shake, his eyes fixacated on his friend. He flinched a bit when his friend's quirk neared him a bit. "Don't know what this thing will do..."

"[N-Name]-kun..." The green haired muttered to himself as the said male raised his head to look at his. Izuku couldn't help but tear up when he saw the broken expression on his friend's face. "Hope you'll miss me..." Izuku's throat felt dry as he tried to step closer to the male but reeled back because of the heat the blue aura [Name]'s quirk produce.

"Izuku-kun, good morning." Izuku couldn't help but heat up when he heard his first name left the [Hair color] haired male's lips. His body trembling a bit as he slowly faced the other male who greeted him with a smile. "I... I-Izuku?!?" The green haired male questioned as he look at the male, beet red.

"Huh?" The [Hair color] haired male tilted his head a bit to the side as he gave a questioning glance on the shy boy. He pondered a bit on what could cause the green head such a reaction other than his shyness until he finally processed what he called him.

"A-ah! S-sorry, I t-though since we were friends we could call e-each others first names!" The [Hair color] haired male stuttered out as he waved his hands in front of himself. A small pink blush on his cheeks could be seen.

"Wish you'd kiss me..."

"I just don't get this one Izuku-kun!" [Name] frustratedly shouted as he glared at text book on his hand. The other boy let out a small giggle as he tried to explain the problem to his friend. "It's not that hard [Name]-san. You just gotta write the number here since they had the same form then subtract their signs as they showed division." Izuku explained as he look at his friend who groaned.

"No, it's to hard! Who even invented math anyways?!?" Shaking his head, Izuku quickly peck [Name]' cheek. It was no doubt his face was red and looking at the [Hair color] haired male beside him, a pink taint on [Name]'s cheek. Shyly, Izuku smiled at that.

"If you get this problem right, you'll get a kiss again [Name]-san..."

"Then you'd know I worship you..."

"Man, Izuku-kun, I kinda envy you." The [Hair color] haired male nonchalantly said out of a blue as he looked at the blue colored sky with his [Eye color] orbs with utter boredom. His arms crossed on his back head as he lay on the grassy ground.

Hearing what the [Hair color] haired male beside him said, Izuku let out sputters of incoherent words left his mouth as he quickly sat up from his laying position and stared at the male with shock and disbelief.

Briefly looking his friend's shocked form, the male continued on what he was saying. "I mean, you never gave up despite everyone doubting you, ya know?" The male said as his lips formed into a small smile. "Even when everyone is trying to bring you down, you never gave in and continue to press forward..."

[Name] shifted his body a bit to look at the green haired teen. A small grin on his face as he chuckled at the beet red teen. What left his mouth again made Izuku stuttering a lot as he just laughed and patted his friend's back.

"I kinda worship your determination, Izuku-kun!"

"I'll trade my life for yours." Green eyes widen as Izuku tried to go urge himself to run faster. His heart beat was beating quite fast as the adrenaline kicked in his system. His right arm trying to reach his [Hair color] haired friend.

"[Name]-san?" Izuku softly said as he stared at his friend. The [Hair color] haired male looked so utter broken and the bruises on his face made the other flinch at looking at them. Some parts of [Name]'s black uniform had been burnt as a few first and second degree burns on his [Skin color] skin can be seen. "[Name]-san... A-are you okay...?"

"Izuku-kun," The said boy let out a shaky sigh as he tried to get closer from his friend but paused when [Name] sent him a small smile. It wasn't the same smile he had seen in the past. This time, this smile didn't reach his eyes and Izuku didn't like it one bit. Not at all.

"sometimes you're very lucky to not have a quirk at all..." The tone of the male made Izuku flinch. It sound so broken and lifeless. Not at all like the [Name] he used to know. "[N-name]-san..." Izuku muttered as he look at the ground. "Y-you don't mean that..." [Name] let out a dry chuckle escape his lips as he look at his hands. A blue taint glowed as he stared at it with hatred and despair. "Yes, I do... Izuku-kun..."

Silence developed the two as [Name] raised his head and looked at the sky. It was already in a taint off pink and orange glow. The [Hair color] haired student stood up from his sitting position and dusted himself off, minding not to touch his injuries. As he finished, he began walking away.

Passing by his friend, he bid his good bye to the green haired boy. As he finally arrived at the metal door of the rooftop, he paused for a bit and said to Izuku which made the said boy immediately turn around and shouted his [Name].

"Sometimes, I wish I could trade my life for yours..."

"Oh my G-god!"

"And once I disappear..."

"Wait, hold on!" Izuku begged as he came into a full sprint. Each step he took made his legs hurt but he did not care for that. Even when the blue aura was slowly penetrating his clothes and burning it a bit.

Despite the pain he is feeling because of the male's quirk. He ran faster to the male who gripping the railing with just one hand now. "Clean up the mess down there..." [Name] looked at him when he uttered those words. His [Eye color] eyes that once shone with light was filled with sadness and despair. An apologizing smile on his face as look at Izuku.

"Not this way!" Izuku screamed as he was tried to change his friend's mind. Tears cascading down his face as his eyes pleaded for the [Hair color] haired male to not do it. Izuku's body forcefully stopped himself running as he panted, his gaze still not leaving [Name]'s form as the blue colored aura slowly disappeared. Leaving faint traces of it in their surroundings.

"[N-name]-san..." Izuku muttered as he looked at the male in the eyes. "O-our love i-is... God..." Izuku muttered as he gave a quivering smile to his friend. Silently telling that it's alright. "Our l-love is God... [Nick name]-kun..." The said male only gave him a close eyed smile until he look back at the ground. It was quiet for awhile and Izuku thought it was alright. That his friend won't do it.

"O-our love is G-god... Right?"

"Izuku-kun..."

But what he heard next made him scream in horror. He tried to reach the male as fast as he could as he sprinted to him.

This was just a dre-- no, a nightmare.

A horrendous nightmare...

It was not real...

Izuku screamed as he tried to reach out on the smiling male with all his might. His green ords widen in horror as he saw the male let go of the rails.

"I'll say hi to God..."

"Live well..."

"[NAME]!!!"

CRUNCH

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[sansfangirl4life-blog]

The Worldless Chapter 1

Hoo boi. This story is going to be hard work. This is a big crossover story I’ve been wanting to do for awhile, and I finally finished chapter 1! I do hope you all enjoy it! Coming up with human forms for these boys is going to be a fun challenge! (Please note that I didn’t know until recently that Ganz HAD a human form. Luckily, I came up with something similar to what Golzy did, so I guess it’s ok? Otherwise, Chaser and Lost already have human forms!) 

I also apologize in advance if characters seem OOC. That’s just how it is right n

Lost is mine

Chaser belongs to @cyaneworks

Ganz/Mel belong to @golzy

????? belongs to @the-noise-maker

Chapter 1

"....p....e....y...." A voice echoed into the darkness of his subconsciousness, urging him to stir. "H...a..."

"Ngh....." His head throbbed in pain as fingers twitched, gripping at the snow beneath him. "Ungh...my....my head...." He placed his hand against his face, trying to will the massive headache away. "Wh...where..." He slowly sat up and looked around. Soft, gray and cyan rimmed eyes glanced around at his surroundings. "Where am I?" A large, dense woods surrounded him, the ground covered in snow. Snowflakes fell serenely around him as the silence of the woods giving him an uneasy feeling deep within his Soul. "I don't recognize this place..."

"About damned time you woke up." He turned around to see whom the voice belonged to, but he didn't see anyone around. "This place isn't exactly the best spot for taking a nap."

"T...Taking a.....a what?" He rubbed his head, flinching at the pounding in his skull. "Gh....my head hurts..."

"Tell me about it. My skull's been ringing this whole time too." The other admitted. "Not to mention, things feel off."

"Off?" As he drew his hand away, he looked down at it and frowned. Slender, almost soft pale fingers met his gaze, covered by fingerless gloves and his Soul seemed to twinge in his chest. Wrong....this...this isn't right.... "I think....yeah....it's the same feeling."

"Alright...now, this seems like a really stupid question but...how much can you recall?" The voice sounded irritated but also confused. The young man scowled as he slowly stood up, legs wobbling slightly. "Not to sound like a downer and all that shit, but I can't recall much myself."

"I..." He leaned heavily against a tree, his large coat catching slightly on the bark. "I don't....I can't remember..."

"Yeah...same here. Something isn't right." His shoes crunched the snow beneath his feet, the sound filling the silence of the woods. 

"I don't remember....I think...." He rubbed his forehead again. "No. I can't remember anything."

"Well that makes two of us." The voice scoffed. The young man stopped briefly at the edge of a small pond, the water still clear and bright. He walked over and cupped his hands, taking a long sip and sighing with relief.

"That's good...." He whispered, wiping his chin off with his sleeve. He looked down at his reflection and tilted his head slightly. "I.....is that..." A youthful face stared back at him, gray eyes rimmed with cyan seeming confused. His skin was pale, but not quite white. His long, wavy silver hair had a single cyan streak down the center, some of it covering his right eye. His large coat had a furry black trim, and black marks were plain as day on his cheeks and jaw. "Me?"

"Well no shit sherlock." He turned to the side and in the reflection of the water was another version of himself, but with bright, magenta hair covering his entire right eye and black tears leaking from his eyes. His left was gray, but rimmed with bright magenta. "Well it seems you can see me here in the reflection."

"....." He gripped his head as a word seemed to rise from his muddled memories. "....Mel. You're.....Mel."

"...." The young man crossed his arms and frowned. "That...sorta sounds right." He shrugged. "Sure. We'll go with that." The young man stood up stretching slightly. "And you? Do you recall your name at all?"

"Umm...." He crossed his arms and sighed. "I-" He stopped as a loud snapping noise sounded from close by. "What was that?"

"Not sure." Mel hummed a bit. "But I think now would be a good time to run." He turned towards the snapping noise, and a pair of golden, gleaming eyes leered at him from the shadows of the trees. "Like....now!"

"Yeah....good idea." He turned around and began to run further into the woods. Loud footsteps followed, a guttural growl sending chills down his spine. As he ran, his foot caught on a root and he fell face first in the snow. "Shit!" He turned around to see his pursuer. A large, black, tar like creature loomed over him, six golden eyes looking down at him. "Wh...what....what the hell?"

"S......oU......l...." It seemed to sputter, its eyes narrowing. "W...aNt...." He felt his soul hammering in his chest, and a soft, blue glow emanated from his ribs.

What...what the hell is going on here?!

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Snow shifted off a branch as pink slippered feet landed with ease on a long, sturdy branch. "Still no signs of anyone else..." Lost whispered. As red and blue eyes scanned the tree line, he saw the trees shift suddenly and he narrowed his eyes. "One of those things again? What is it doing this time?" He leapt down, landing on the ground and barely stirring the snow beneath. He heard groaning from nearby and tilted his head. "Having issues there?"

"H-Hey! I'm just outta shape!" A head full of spiky, bright blonde hair popped up as fingerless gloved hands scrambled for the branch just underneath. A young man hauled himself up, bells jingling from the rope around his head. "I'm a wonderful athlete!"

"Tsk, oh really? And you just now remembered that I'll bet."

"How did you know?!"

"Because for the past two hours that's all you've said."

"Aww! Welp, can't blame me for trying right?" Bright green eyes seemed to glow with mischief. Lost sighed and brushed a snowy hand through messy black and white tipped strands, his eyes watching as the movement stopped. "So~?"

"It stopped..." He scowled and looked back at his companion. "Do try to keep up, oh great athlete."

"H-Hey!" He turned and began running towards the movement, stopping just before a small clearing. On the ground he saw a young man staring up at the maw of a large, black, sludge like creature.

I thought so.... Just as it came down, he rushed out at an almost blinding speed, holding his hand out. A wall of red bones formed in front of him and the other. 

"Are you alright? Can you stand?!" He grabbed the young man's sleeve and lifted him to his feet. "Can you fight?"

"I-I-I have no idea!" The young man dragged him backwards as the beast slammed a clawed hand into the ground.

"Alright, then stay there for now." He held his left hand out, taking a deep breath. 

A large, red scythe seemed to emerge from the air and he spun it slightly before gripping it tightly. "And don't get in the way." He rushed at the large, molten creature, the blade of his scythe glowing slightly as he sliced at the monster. It backed away slightly, screeching as he continued to swing at it. C'mon, where are you?!

"Oh Losty~!!!!!"

There he is. Figures. "Took you long enough!"

"The hero always arrives late!" The light voice cheered as he threw large bells down at the monster. They erupted into smoke and he landed with grace on the ground. He winked and snapped his fingers. "See?"

"Alright, you made your point." Red and blue eyes rolled as he turned to the other behind him. "We gotta get running. Follow us." The young man nodded and the three ran off into the woods. He leapt up into the trees, the young blonde haired man following. "Can you get up here?"

"I-I-" He rolled his eyes and grabbed him by his coat, nearly tossing him up onto the branch. "Hey!"

"Shh." They looked down as the creature sniffed around for them, only to walk away after a few moments. "Coast is clear Chaser?" The blonde haired young man nodded and slid down.

"Whew! Talk about a workout!" Chaser laughed. "I haven't had this much fun for as long as I can remember!"

"Which isn't far." The other mumbled. He leaned against the tree, sighing. 

"So.....you got a name?" The young man frowned. "Try to think about it. It'll pop up."

"....G....Ganz." He whispered. "I think people called me Ganz."

"Ganz? Heh, better name than Lost!" Lost scowled and threw a small branch at Chaser. "Owie!"

"It's what I got, alright? And you dodged that, so don't even act like it hit you." Chaser winked, the branch actually in his teeth. "Yeah, show off."

"So...where are you two from?" Ganz asked, swinging his legs down and hopping off the branch as the others followed.

"Great question! Neither one of us has a clue."

"He's right." Lost nodded. "We both just woke up here a couple hours ago. We were close by to one another and were attacked by one of those...things." Chaser kicked at the snow, rubbing his hands together slightly to keep warm.

"Yeah, and that's when we remembered we could use magic!" He smiled. "Like this, watch!" Chaser held his hand out and a bright, yellow ball formed in his hand. It glowed faintly before forming into a large bell. "I can make all kinds of bells! And my bell-t is super useful too!"

"He isn't lying." Lost shrugged. "So....do you have any idea how you got here Ganz?"

"No. I just woke up here and I can't recall much more than the past hour or so." He sighed and Lost nodded. He felt a dull throbbing in his right eye and groaned slightly. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing....it's just this odd ache that pops up every once and awhile." He waved it off.

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Chaser tilted his head as he watched Lost groan in pain. That's been a near constant. Pain in your eye is not normal. He thought as he hopped to a closer branch. "Is it worse Lost?"

"No luckily." He sighed. "But I have no clue why this is going on."

"Headache?" Ganz asked.

"I guess....I mean when I woke up I felt like a train hit me."

"Well....we can't stay here! We need to keep moving, right Losty~?" Lost scowled and Chaser smiled brightly. Heh, I know he hates it, but he really needs to lighten up a bit! No fun being all down all the time. He sat on the branch, leaning back and resting his back against the trunk, eyes closed and legs swinging off the sides. "So...what now, hmm? What's our game plan?"

"For now....wait." Lost shrugged. "To be honest, all three of us have next to no information."

"Then why not go and get some?" Chaser asked, fiddling with the stick. "Sitting around like this isn't going to get us moving anywhere!"

"He's right...but then again so are you Lost." Ganz said, shrugging. "We just don't have enough information, and with that.....thing roaming around, it's best we travel in a group." Chaser shrugged and laid further back, his arms ans legs swinging below him.

"Yeah...but still! I mean who knows what's out there? We've only been looking around for a couple hours at best!" Chaser grumbled. "I dunno, I just don't like-" He stopped when he thought he heard shouting. "Did...did you two hear that?" The shouting grew louder and the other two stopped chatting.

"...Yeah...." Ganz stood and easily hopped over to another tree. "So...there are more people here after all." Lost stood and gripped his head slightly, his red eye seeming to pulse with pain.

"Go....find them...." A voice rang in his head, deep and soft.

"....Go...find them?" He mumbled and shook his head. "What the hell?"

"You ok Lost?" Chaser tilted his head. "You sounded like ya were talking to yourself!"

"No...just....never mind." He sighed as the pain slowly subsided. "We need to keep going. Let's go find out who those voices belong to...and stay on guard."

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Red eyes watched as a dim orb floated in front of him. "Good....soon they'll all meet up..." He whispered, his voice deep and tired. "I really hope I made the right choices here." The orb flickered before vanishing and he was surrounded by countless stars. His soft scarf flowed gentle around him and shimmered with a multitude of colors. He held his hands out and another orb formed, showing the blurry shapes of two others. "Good...he's awake now also."

He allowed the orb to vanish and he curled up slightly, closing his red eyes. "I need this to work...please....please let this work." He looked around himself as the edges of his starry home seemed to crumble slightly. "We're all running out of time...."

#lostsans #ganz #mel #chasersans #crossover #undertale #undertaleau #sansfangirl4life #golzydee #cyaneworks #thenoisemaker #theworldless

[it-has-the-gay-fanfiction]

Pull Me Closer

Chapter 2: Netflix and Chill... Out on the Couch

Part 1 here

Sorry for not posting this sooner, totally forgot to post the other chapters here!

Lance stepped out of the shower and dried off while he listened to the water from Keith’s shower continue to run. And they say I take long showers… He laughed quietly to himself as he put on his clothes. The water shut off and Lance barely had time to turn around before Keith got out of the shower himself. “What are you laughing about?” Keith asked from behind Lance. “Just laughing at the fact that everyone seems to think I take long showers. Sure, every once in awhile I’ll treat myself to a nice long shower, but when you’ve lived in a house with as many people as I have, you learn to take short ones.” Lance smiled to himself and brushed through his hair with his fingers. Keith let out a breathy laugh and wrapped his arms around Lance’s waist, “I’ve noticed that you take shorter showers than the rest of us, I don’t know how everyone else hasn’t picked up on it.” Lance turned around in Keith’s arms and draped his arms over Keith’s shoulders, “I think it’s because no one pays more attention to me than you do.” Keith’s face burned bright red and he looked down, “S-shut up,” he pulled out of Lance’s arms, “Let’s just go get something to eat and maybe watch a movie or something.”

Lance sighed, but linked their fingers before he pulled Keith out of the shower room, “Do you think we should tell the team?” He asked as they walked down the hall. “I… I don’t know. I feel like it’s too soon, this is all still new.” Keith chewed his lip as he thought about everything that could go wrong. Lance rubbed his thumb over the back of Keith’s hand to try to soothe him, “It’s okay, I get it. I mean, they will find out eventually. It’s hard to keep secrets when we form Voltron or when we do the mind melding training…” Lance sighed before continuing, “I’m worried too. There’s no way to tell how they will react, I guess the best we can do is hope they don’t get mad.”  Keith squeezed his hand once before letting go as they got to the kitchen doors, “Can we… can we at least try? To hide it, I mean.” Lance smiled and nodded, “If that’s what you want to do, I’m game.” Keith looked like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders and he gave Lance that smile again before walking into the kitchen.

Lance followed after him and took his seat beside Keith at the table, “So, whose turn was it to cook today, because I’m starving.” “I believe it’s Hunk’s turn.” Pidge offered from their spot across the table. Lance looked around, “I assume he’s still cooking then…” He poked at his growling stomach and sighed, “I actually don’t think I’ve had anything to eat today.” “Unless you ate breakfast, neither of us has had food today.” Keith had his body turned slightly so that he could look at Lance while he was talking. Lance gave him a small smile, “Well maybe next time we shouldn’t wait so long to eat, that’s how you make yourself sick.” Lance gave Keith a pointed look, receiving an eye roll and a small smile in return.

“Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen you two all day. What have you two been doing?” Shiro asked, drawing Lance’s attention to the older male. “We were sparring, you got a problem with that?” Keith replied, sounding kind of defensive. Shiro held up his hands in surrender, “No, nothing’s wrong with that. I’m happy that the two of you finally seem to be getting along.” Lance placed his hand on Keith’s knee to calm him down. “As soon as Keith gets rid of that mullet, we’ll be golden.” Lance laughed a little and patted Keith’s knee to show he was just kidding before returning his hand to its spot on his own knee. “We’ll be golden as soon as you get better at hand-to-hand.” Keith smirked and poked Lance’s arm. Lance raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, “Excuse you, but if you hadn’t noticed, aside from you and Shiro, I have the highest level in hand-to-hand combat on the team.”

“Of course I noticed.” Keith muttered darkly under his breath. “Oh what are you getting so mad about now? I think you’re just jealous that I’m just as good as you.” Lance smirked. But of course you don’t really think that do you. Some dark part of his brain whispered to him. “Yeah, sure, anything to help you sleep better at night, princess.” Keith replied sarcastically, drawing Lance out of his darker thoughts. Lance sputtered, “P-princess? Nope, none of that.” He turned his head away from Keith’s smug look, trying to desperately hide the growing blush that was staining his cheeks. “Is something going on between the two of you?” Shiro questioned, his eyes flicking between the two of them. “Why would there be?” Keith raised an eyebrow and leaned his elbows on the table, the perfect image of nonchalance. Ouch… that kind of hurt a little bit. “I don’t know… you two just seem a little… softer towards each other.” Shiro replied, the suspicious look still in place on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shiro.” Lance set his chin on his hand and looked over at Shiro with a forced look of confusion on his face. I wonder if they’ll notice… probably not, they never do…  “You two are being way too nice to each other,” Pidge piped up from their spot across the table, “what’s changed between you two?” Pidge narrowed their eyes and looked between the two of them like they were trying to solve some complicated piece of coding. “Nothing has changed, Pidge. I’m just too tired to mess with Keith today.” Lance sighed and brushed his drying hair out of his face. “Why does anything have to be going on between us anyways? We’ve been sparring all day and we’re exhausted.” Keith added, rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension in them. “Excuses, excuses.” Pidge leaned forward, laptop set aside for the moment. “What were you really up to?” Lance refrained from looking over at Keith, “We really were sparring, what else would we be doing?” He sighed and set his head on his hand. “I’m not sure...yet, but I will find out.” Pidge picked their laptop back up and went back to typing furiously.

Lance just sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Pidge is smart… they’ll be the first to find out… if we don’t tell everyone before that happens. What if they don’t accept this? What if there’s some rule that paladins aren’t allowed to have relationships? Maybe we shouldn’t have done this, a relationship could tear the team apart, it could distract us from our mission. I’d gladly give my life for Keith, for anyone… They don’t need me, I’m just a seventh wheel, Keith is probably just pity da- A nudge in the back of his mind cut off his train of thought. “Lance, my cub, do not be so hard on yourself. You are not a seventh wheel, you are just as important as any of the other paladins. Do not worry so much, you have a place here.” With her rant done, Blue retreated to the back of his mind again. A hand on his knee reminded Lance that he probably just zoned out in the middle of a conversation. Lance blinked a few times to refocus before looking over at Keith. “You okay?” Keith questioned softly. Lance gave him a small smile, but was saved from answering by Hunk and Coran walking into the dining room with trays of food.

“Hope you guys weren’t waiting too long.” Hunk smiled at them as he set the trays of food on the table. “I’d wait forever for your food, buddy.” Lance grinned and quickly grabbed some food before it was all gone. Hunk laughed and ruffled Lance’s hair, “Well I guess it’s a good thing you won’t have to wait any longer.” Lance playfully swatted at Hunk’s hand, but smiled up at him nonetheless before replying, “Hey man, I’m starving, I think I’d eat anything at this point.”  “I really don’t think you would bud, but thanks anyways.” Hunk grinned before heading over to his seat to get his own food.

Lance watched everyone talking while he shoveled food into his mouth. He knew he should probably join in, make some joke, tease Keith, anything but sit there quietly like he was doing, but he didn’t really have it in him. He was just too tired from sparring all day with Keith, and the thoughts he usually kept at bay kept coming back again and again. All Lance wanted to do was snuggle up on the couch with his boyfriend and maybe watch a movie… but he didn’t know if they would ever get the opportunity. Everyone was suspicious of them already, plus the only place to watch anything was in the common room and as the name states, it’s a common room. It was open to everyone. Lance sighed and leaned his elbow on the table to prop his head up as he ate. Where’s a guy gotta go to get some privacy with his boyfriend?

“Paladins, I know you have all worked hard today, so I will allow you to have the rest of the day to yourselves.” Allura looked between the paladins, lingering on Shiro. So that’s it, Shiro made her give us a break. “Sweet! I’m going to go work on some upgrades for Green.” Pidge pushed their plate away before tucking their laptop under their arm and pushing their chair back. “See you guys later.” Pidge waved and walked out. “Don’t work all night!” Shiro called after them, but the kitchen doors were already shutting, so there was no telling if Pidge heard him or not. Shiro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry, Shiro,” Hunk stood and placed a hand on Shiro’s shoulder, “I’ll make sure Pidge gets some rest. I wanted to go do some bonding with Yellow anyway.” Hunk released his grip on Shiro’s shoulder as the older man shot him a grateful smile. Hunk smiled back before leaving the room, shouts of “Hey wait up Pidge!” sounding as the doors closed behind him.

“Well, I think I will return to my quarters to catch up on some much needed sleep.” Coran mused before making his exit, muttering something under his breath. Lance stood, drawing the attention of the remaining people in the room. “I think I’m going to go watch a movie or something in the common room if anyone wanted to join me.” At that he gave Keith a pointed look, hoping the other would catch his meaning. He didn’t wait for a response before leaving the room. If they wanted to join him, they would.

Lance walked down the hall with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. When he heard footsteps behind him, a slow smile spread across his face. “I’m glad you got my meaning.” He said as he turned his head to look over at Keith as said teen walked up beside him. “I figured you wanted some company, you looked kind of put out at dinner.” Keith replied, slipping his hand in Lance’s jacket pocket to twine their fingers together. “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Lance lied smoothly. “If you say so.” Keith squeezed his hand, causing a smile to slip back onto Lance’s face. “I do say so, mullet. Now let’s get a movie or something started so we can cuddle on the couch.” Lance gently freed his fingers from Keith’s and walked over to the Altean version of a television. It had taken some getting used to, but Lance could get it working almost as fast as Coran could, not that anyone cared. He set it up and grabbed the remote before walking over to the couch where Keith was waiting for him with a blanket. He smiled gratefully and slid under the blanket, leaving a little space between Keith and himself. All Lance wanted to do was curl up with Keith and sleep, but he didn’t know if the other paladin would be comfortable with that, so he kept his distance.  

“What do you want to watch?” Lance looked over at Keith to find him already staring with a slight frown on his face. What did I do now? “What are you doing?” Keith asked, his eyebrows were pinched and his frown finally settled, making him look like he was extremely angry at someone … at me . “W-what do you mean?” Lance stuttered out. He was scared, borderline terrified of the next words that would come out of Keith’s mouth. Keith reached out and gently traced his fingers over Lance’s face before dropping the motion and pulling Lance against his side. “I thought you said you wanted to cuddle, but how are we supposed to do that when you were way over there.” Keith grinned as he took in the shock on Lance’s face. “I… I just thought…” Lance couldn’t form a proper sentence in his head, he was blown away by the tenderness Keith was showing him. I don’t deserve this. “You just thought what, Lance?” Keith questioned, pulling Lance out of his thoughts. “Just thought that you wouldn’t actually want to… be close to me…” Lance turned his head away from Keith and started flipping through the movies to hopefully distract Keith.

“Hey,” Keith placed a hand on Lance’s jaw, “Look at me, Lance.” I screwed up, he’s mad. Lance slowly turned his head to face Keith, but kept his eyes averted so he wouldn’t have to see the look on his boyfriend’s face. If… he still wants that. The hand on his jaw slid under his chin, forcing him to look up at Keith. “Why wouldn’t I want to be close to you? We’re dating aren’t we?” Keith asked softly, his thumb gently sliding over Lance’s jaw in an effort to calm him. “Yeah… we are. I just… why me?” Lance closed his eyes, afraid to see Keith’s reaction. “Why not you? You’re funny and smart, you’re pretty good at hand to hand, you are our sharpshooter, Lance. You’ve saved my life on multiple occasions, you keep me grounded, and damnit Lance, you’re just so beautiful and selfless, how could I not want to be with you?” Lance’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Keith in shock. “W-what?” Keith pulled him closer, “You heard me,” Keith said lowly, “I really, really like you, Lance. I’m not going to give you up once I’ve finally gotten you. You’re mine and I’m yours, so you better cut that self-deprecating shit. You are perfect the way you are.” Keith pressed his forehead against Lance’s and looked into tear-filled blue eyes. Lance sighed and his shoulders sagged, but he pressed back against Keith. Keith gave him a small smile before pulling back.

“Let’s watch that movie, okay?” Keith’s eyes flicked across Lance’s face. Lance took in a deep breath and released it slowly, wiping the unshed tears from his eyes. “Sorry about that.” Lance chuckled weakly before pressing play on the movie. The lights in the room dimmed as the movie started and Lance felt an arm snake around his waist. He had just gotten comfortable when Keith pulled Lance into his lap. “There, that’s much better.” Keith wrapped both arms around Lance’s waist and held him tightly against his chest. Lance hummed and settled into the embrace, pulling the blanket tighter around them. He could feel himself starting to drift off, and as much as he didn’t want to, the warmth radiating from Keith, the comforting weight of the arms around his waist, and his exhaustion, dragged him under.

#ithasthegaywrites #klance fanfic #voltron big bang #pull me closer #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance fanfiction

[yamithediaperdork]

Silly little god (A Malcore Story)

It was a bright and wonderful Saturday morning when at the edge of a park, a light flashed. appearing out of nowhere and dressed in blue jeans and a red top was one of the most feared god's in the multiverse (At least to those who valued their pride and dignity) Yami: God of Diaper humiliation and scented pine cones. the last part was just a temp job though, as rick was on vacation and someone had to fill the role if a god ditched their job for longer then 5 hours. that five hour limit was what was on Yami's mind as he prepped himself for today's fun. As a god of diaper humiliation Yami's own powers grew and weakened depending on how many mortals were suffering from well, red faced diaper humiliation. the worst it was for the victim, the more power he got in return. However lately it's been getting harder and harder to actually get enough juice off of it, as idiots were trying to make diapers a normal thing and cut down on the social stigma that came from being a dorky little diaper butt. Well, yami wasn't the kinda of god to just let himself get slowly de powered and returned permanently to his Mortal form of malcore! (Yami himself was actually the 4th one to use the title..apparently there was some sorta curse that made everyone one of the diaper gods get trapped in their own lust for unending diaper humiliation. something that Yami was going to make sure didn't happen to him.) For the past few weeks Yami had been coming down to earth, setting himself up to be a little baseball star for the local boys team. enhance himself with his powers had made that easy and he'd spread the belief that anyone who wet or crapped themselves was a little diaper baby and deserved humiliation. he'd even made a few boys from visiting teams wet themselves but apparently once Yami had left the effects had weakened, none of them suffered lasting enough humiliation for his needs. Well, there was a old saying: if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself! His plan had risks, and downsides to it, for starters he just KNEW the other gods were never going to let him forget or live this down but sometimes a man had to do what he had to do. Normally any diaper humiliation Yami himself experienced (and it was more common then he'd like to admit) didn't do anything for Yami himself as he only got power ups from mortals. (this was a law added to keep a diaper humiliation god from thinking about padding some of his fellow god-lings) So with that in mind.. Yami would ping the area, suspending disbelief once again that he was never seen with his parents..and increasing a over all lack of empathy in the humans around, so they would be less understanding and more prone to teasing. it was a exhausting thing to do, and Yami couldn't do it all the time but it WOULD pay off..he hoped. taking out a crystal orb from his bag, Yami focused one last time, making sure to poof his baseball uniform into the bag..and some super thick babyish pink diapers..then focused on the orb itself and slowly drained his powers into the thing, keeping in mind his time limit as Yami once more became malcore. dropped off by his parents who were too busy to stay and watch the game, Zex went into the locker room to get changed and hoped for half a second that malcore wouldn't show up today. ever since Malcore had started playing on the team Zex had gone from their top player to only second best and -somehow- not being the parents of the star player meant his folks never had time for his games anymore. "Dicks." he muttered to himself. Trey and Dylan were in the locker room and were just finishing getting changed and nodded to Zex who nodded back. "Any signs of Mr.superstar?" Zex asked, using the pet name more of the team had for malcore. of course no one called him that to his face, or used it around the coach. and malcore was the reason they were in a championship game today (Anther reason why Zex was so irked his folks weren't going to watch) "You know him, likes to make a entrance." Trey said and finished getting his shoes on. "Better hurry up, coach wants us warming up before the game. " he added. "well all of us expect for Mr. superstar." Dylan added and rolled his eyes. "Ugh..Hate that guy.." trey whined and then they were out and onto the field leaving it just Zex in the locker room. Stripping down to his briefs and grabbing the pants of his uniform Zex jumped as a loud whistle was heard. "Wow, nice crap stained baby undies." Malcore said, leaning on a locker, arms crossed. "Oh shut up, I know you wear briefs too." "Not today! going commando..looooose and freeee" Malcore said and stood up strait then wiggled his hips. Despite himself Zex smirked at that. "your such a dork, you know that?" "Bitch please, I'm made of win and awesome." Malcore said and flexed before going to walk over, his tote bag open and he was heading for a bench. that's when he tripped and cried out, hands going out and catching himself, but his tote bag had flung off and sent everything inside all over the floor. "Wow, ever so..grace...ful..Pffft.." Zex trailed off as he looked at Malcore's uniform, and then at the two thick pink diapers. "well well well, what DO we have here?" he asked, going over and picking one of them up. "T-T-Those are just..uh..they're for someone else!" Malcore stammered, blushing red instantly and scrambled to his feet to snag the diaper back from zex. Zex in return just put a hand on malcore's forehead and found it surprisingly easy to hold him back as he looked it over. "wooow.. for someone who totally hates diaper boys and thinks all pants wetter need diapers..these are some..VERY pwetty diapies for widdle malcore." Zex teased. "I..I told you, they're not mine!" "who's are they then? Hmmm sissy boy? and if this isn't yours..then you know..it won't fit on your butt." Mentally Malcore groaned, this was all good and stuff, but he hadn't actually meant to trip like that and he was a bit weaker then expected. 'this is what i get for going on that all ice cream diet' he thought and huffed. still, he couldn't just start the game diapered, could he? his ideal situation was for the crowd to call for him to be pampered like a little baby, then the diapers found. "well come on then 'little maclore' .. or would you..heh.." Zex paused and looked at the pink diaper again. "Prefer princess?" "How about if you don't stop right now I'm fucking leaving and your shot at winning the title drops to nothing, and I'll tell the coach it';s your fault!" Malcore shot back angrily and thankfully this seemed to stop Zex in his tracks. "..fine. whatever. just know if you even LOOK ready to wet yourself..I'm telling.everyone about your triple P's." Malcore blinked and tilted his head, having stepped back from Zex and was honestly confused. "Triple P's?" "Pretty pink pampers." Zex said and laughed. 'guh, when did he become such a jerk...oh..right..' Malcore huffed then relised he was a victim of his own magic. Zex finished getting dressed and got ready to go warm up, but not before one last shot. "Don't be scared to ask for help if you change your mind and want one of your diappppers on." he called then took off for the field, smirking and smiling to himself. "...If I ever have to do this again I'm planing it out wayyy better." malcore groaned, facepalming. Zex was a little confused himself. normally he was one of the guys trying to get malcore to be nicer, but just bullying him had felt damn good. plus, who'd of guessed Mr 'wet pants means your a baby' was a big sissy baby butt? He just chalked it up to knowing malcore deserved the humiliation and since malcore was responsible for his parents being dicks, it felt nice to take it out on him. still, who'd of thought that the guy who could hit home run after home run was THAT weak? Spotting Dylan and trey doing some of the warm up exercises Zex jogged over. there was one thing for sure. no WAY he could keep this to himself. Malcore took awhile to calm himself down, toying with just ditching the plan and sneaking out. surely he'd get a good jolt from just the humiliation he'd just experienced right? maybe this was a stupid plan all along. Then he thought about Dustin, the Yami before him and how he was just a happy diaper filling baby in a crib, his parents thinking he had always been mentally a baby and not even able to enjoy any of his baby life the way he had thought about it. "No. Nope. thats NOT going to be me..come on Malcore, you're a freaking god. you can do this. it's a hour or so of humiliation and enough humiliation energy to make you large and in charge for at least a year!" he said and having amped himself up got his uniform on and walked out. as he came onto the field, he scanned it for a second, and locked eyes with a smirking Zex..and fuck. there was trey and Dylan, and all three of them had big grins on their faces, and were laughing. 'i guess it's no shocker he went and told them.. man.. when i get back i need to ask Net to help me dial back that spell..' malcore thought and waved to them then went over to the dug out. The game started and while the stands were full something was off with the crowd it seemed. at least to anyone casually walking by. they were more quick to jeer a mistake, and at one point even started a 'you fucked up!' chant that left a outfielder from the other team in tears and had chants of crybaby start up. This while being expected, was bad because it was dragging the game out longer and longer and worse, making malcore's nerves get to him. all he had been planing on was a wetting accident, but if his tummy kept up like this.. worse, he really was just ROTTEN at playing without his powers to cheat and so the crowd had turned on him, and taken to yelling 'choke' whenever he was up to bat. the coach even pulled him aside and asked if he was feeling alright, and Malcore lied saying he just felt a little icky in the tummy but begged to keep playing. the more malcore seemed to falter and suck though, the more Zex apparently stepped up to the plate. Zex himself figured Malcore just was all nerves with now over half the team knowing about the triple p's (Turns out Dylan and Trey couldn't keep it to themselves anymore then Zex had been able to) Still, it was tough going and it came down to one last chance. the game was tied and they had one batter left to go, and it was Malcore. Malcore was struggling, shaking a little though most assumed it was from nerves (and well, ok, to be fair a lot of it WAS just that!) but he was also fighting not to soak himself too soon. as he went to head for the plate, Zex himself stopped him. "Look, i know you can do this. forget about all the teasing, al of that, and show us what you can really do. or i swear, I'll diaper your ass on the field." he said, in a low voice but with a smile on his face, so it looked like he was giving Malcore words of encouragement. "I-I'll try." Malcore squeaked and a little spurt of pee tinkled out. "You better do more then try unless you want the crowd to see your Triple P's." with that threat in mind Malcore made his way up to bat and gulped. 'This was a stupid plan. this was a stupid plan. i'm just gonna get stuck out and leave.' Malcore thought, shaking and practically doing the potty dance in place, so focused on keeping his pants dry and clean that he was blocking out the umpires offer to go use the bathroom, and the crowd's chanting for him to choke/wet himself. the first pitch came down and Malcore swung, releasing anther steam into his pants and they were visibly getting damp now. "STRIKE ONE!" the second ball came flying in and malcore swung, and..that was it. his bladder couldn't take it anyone and even as "STRIKE TWO!" was called he was hunching down, soaking himself and making a puddle in the dirt. Joey, the catcher for the team cried out and jumped back, letting anyone who couldn't see,/figure out what was going on know without a doubt. "EW! MALCORE'S WETTING HIMSELF!" A loud brassy poot was heard as as malcore hunched there, his bladder drained and face crimson, he knew it wasn't just gonna be wet pants. Someone was yelling about the game being over, and the other team winning but Malcore wasn't exactly following, as with more farts the back of his formally white pants were expanding out and turning a nasty shade of brown. Not helping him was the fact the act had apparently fried part of his brain, as he was yelling out "I-I'm Pooping my pantssss! I want my mommy! i want my daddy! I want my diapers!" the crowd was laughing and videos were being taken and Zex came over, shaking his head. "Really you stupid big sissy? you couldn't hold it in for anther five minutes!?" he asked. Malcore whined and looked at him, and then the red turned to pale white as in Zex's hands were the diapers. "W-wait wait wait wait!" Malcore whined and held up a hand, but there was NO mercy in Ze's eyes and off came the poopie pants and malcore's uniform shirt was used to clean him up..then mr. superstar was on the field..in nothing but two massive pink diapers..and a smile. Naturally malcore did the only thing he could, and sobbed and ran out into the park. "HEY YOU DUMB BABY! Get back here!" Zex called and then shrugged, going to go and get changed and likely trash malcore's big boy clothes. it's what the little sissy deserved after all. Getting into the woods, and laughed at by everyone who saw him (Malcore was certain he was at least Facebook famous, if not YouTube and god knows how many other sites!) he scrambled for the spot where he had touched down and looked for the orb with his powers in it. at the very least once he was yami again, he'd have so much power after all of this. looking around frantically he didn't see it..and then froze. it was in his bag! in a special compartment that was on;y going to open near the near of the time limit!! if he had been warned once he'd been warned 1000 times to to use pocket dimensions like that if he was going to take a break from godhood! "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Malcore groaned and stomped in place. A look over at a clock tower visible from where he was told Malcore that even if he ran as hard as he could.. there was NO way he was going to make it back in time, and that was even factoring in no one stopping him or trying to manhandle him. "..Net? server? Anyone of you who are listening, and likly watching this?" Malcore said, looking up. "Look, I know you've all been enjoying the show but I could reallly use a soild right now and some help would be nice." he called up to the heavens. there was a flash of light and Malcore started to smirk..till it faded and he was dressed in a light pink top with a heart on the front and a attached mini skirt, purple, frilly and mostly see though. "...Oh fuck you guys too!" In the locker room, Zex was about to toss out malcore's bag when a pocket opened on it. he was the only one in the locker room, at least for the moment and raised a eyebrow as a orb rolled out of it. "oook..the hell is-" Zex started to ask and grabbed the orb. instantly there was a flash of light and his mind filled with the knowledge of what had happened, who malcore was, and giving Zex a choice. He could go and return these powers to little Malcore.. or he could keep them for himself... One year later and Malcore still couldn't belive he was stuck as a forever diaper sissy. Zex had been kind enough to fold him into his spot in everyone minds, so no one missed Zex while Malcore wasn't left a homeless orphan. the downside was Zex made sure his parents now super believed malcore was a tusande diaper sissy, and just loved to 'humor' their little sissy. which mean lots and lots of diapers and dresses for malcore and meant that Zex had a steady power supply as the new yami. Zex himself refined the Yami powers and became one of the big four gods, and earned loads of respect among his fellow gods who had only ever seen malcore with contempt. it was the perfect ending for a silly little god who had doomed himself the end

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sarah dorsey.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: sarah jean dorsey

REASONING: not especially

NICKNAME(S): spooky sarah. yes, she knows.

PREFERRED NAME(S): sarah is fine

BIRTH DATE: january 15, 1986

AGE: thirty four

ZODIAC: capricorn

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heterosexual/romantic

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: caucausian

CURRENT LOCATION: washington, d.c. - georgetown technically but it's just easier to say d.c.

LIVING CONDITIONS: tidy clutter. sarah knows where everything is at all times, even if it doesn't always look like it. she has not moved since she moved into this apartment to start her master's. it's been twelve years. she will die here.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: eureka, ca

HOMETOWN: same

SOCIAL CLASS: middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: b.a. psychology, yale; masters in psychology from georgetown; quantico

FATHER: rick dorsey, 63, radio dj

MOTHER: ellen dorsey, 60, hair stylist

SIBLING(S): maggie, presumed dead; aaron, 27

BIRTH ORDER: oldest

CHILDREN: sweet jesus christ no.

PET: does her ficus count?

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: her grandmother; various aunts/uncles/cousins

RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: like, she's got people but she's awful at keeping in touch. time flies and suddenly it's been a month since she called her mother. maggie, her sister, was her closet familial relationship - they were only a year apart in age. she disappeared when sarah was a sophomore at yale and was declared legally dead a year later, a fact sarah still can't really accept because it can't be as simple as that she disappeared, it just can't be.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: like yeah but it's.....it's easier to say that it's been awhile.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: no.

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CCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: fbi agent

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB?: 95% of the time. 5% of the time, someone's fucking with her stuff or she wants to live alone in a cabin somewhere where no one will fuck with her stuff.

PAST JOB(S): i mean, she's been in different departments but if it wasn't academic or babysitting, she's not done a whole lot.

SPENDING HABITS: reasonable - she spends a bit more on clothes than she'd like but she's tiny and she's gotta tailor a lot of pants.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: she's sturdy and can move because her job demands so but she's not pumping iron by any means.

SPEED: surprisingly fast - she sprinted in high school and college and can be hella quick.

INTELLIGENCE: yeah, little bit.

ACCURACY: dead on

AGILITY: p good

STAMINA: endless

TEAMWORK: good! she's not Fantastic at taking the lead and kind of has to be nudged into it when necessary. her voice shakes a little bit and it takes her a second but she is capable of leadership positions - she's just forgotten a tiny bit how to.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: fluently? english and spanish. not-so fluently would be arabic and mandarin. she also knows elvish but that's classified.

DRIVE?: legally, technically? sure and did happily until she moved to washington. one time on the beltway though and she refused to ever drive again.

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: nope

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: nope

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes

SWIM?: yes

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: she grew up playing flute but fuck her if she knows where it is in the bottomless pit that is her apartment.

PLAY CHESS?: yes

BRAID HAIR?: yep

TIE A TIE?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: anna kendrick

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long, sort of wavy. she cuts it herself.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: reading glasses

DOMINANT HAND: left

HEIGHT: 5'2

BUILD: petite. bird shoulders, just negative shoulders.

EXERCISE HABITS: three times a week, mostly just to make sure she can pass the physical portion of her job.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nah

PIERCINGS: ears

MARKS/SCARS: freckled in the summer, a crescent moon on her left knee from a massive bike wipeout when she was a kid. she saw BONE.

NOTABLE FEATURES: sharp chin, expressive face. she's not good at hiding her emotions at all.

USUAL EXPRESSION: the opposite of a poker face. catch peter looking stoic af and sarah like o.O

CLOTHING STYLE: suits and blazers and professional lady things for work. leggings and a giant shirt otherwise. comfort is key.

JEWELRY: a watch is about it.

ALLERGIES: almonds

DIET: reasonable, prone to eating many snacks instead of eating an actual meal.

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

MBTI: INFP

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: like a sprinkle of ocd. she's not crazy, contrary to popular belief.

SOCIABILITY: introvert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: she gets in her feelings real quick.

PHOBIA(S): drowning and horses

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: ehhhh nah

ALCOHOL USE: sure

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not at all - she really doesn’t like that she has to carry a gun.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: bubbly, a little higher than she'd like naturally. she lowers it a dab when speaking to people she needs to impress.

ACCENT: not really?

HOBBIES: research can be a hobby.

NERVOUS TICKS: oh boy. A Lot. she's always fussing with her fingernails and tugging at her cuffs. she wrinkles her nose a lot while thinking and needs to have a snack on her at all times.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: The Truth.

POSITIVE TRAITS: open minded, caring, creative, organized, generous,

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impractical, suspicious, stubborn, easily stressed, obsessive

SENSE OF HUMOR: sly - little sarcastic. she’ll drag a bitch for a country mile.

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: when she probably shouldn't

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: going to the movies, google spirals

ANIMAL: foxes

BEVERAGE: coffee

BOOK: a people's history of the united states, anything that involves a lot of lists of things. mostly lord of the rings. it's her life's blood.

MOVIE: lord of the rings, extended editions only.

COLOR: green

FOOD: cereal

FLOWER: daisies

GEM: diamond

HOLIDAY: halloween

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: being driven

MUSICAL ARTIST: ehhh whatever and whoever is okay fine - music's kind of background noise and she'd rather a movie.

SONG: eh.

SCENERY: a well organized bulletin board

SCENT: books

SPORT: surprisingly into basketball - she likes numbers and data.

SPORTS TEAM: whoever the underdog is

TELEVISION SHOW: nope. movie.

WEATHER: winter just because

VACATION DESTINATION: that assumes she doesn't have to be forcibly removed from her office for any kind of time off.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: finding her sister, proving the existence of aliens, being responsible enough to get a cat.

GREATEST FEAR: that her sister really isn't out there somewhere

MOST AT EASE WHEN: when she's being heard and understood; watching lord of the rings

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: she really doesn't like being called spooky sarah at all. she can be very self conscious at times.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: her degrees - she's very proud of her academic career and now and then wishes she hadn't heard the song of justice and the bureau.

BIGGEST REGRET: the bureau, once in awhile.

TOP PRIORITIES: truth, justice, and cleaning her bathroom.

#c: sarah dorsey