#the r*ps look right down to bare feet

[mingsolo]

yeosang x reader (f) / g: crime au, arranged marriage, angst, smut / wc: 6.5k / warnings: guns, blood mentions, descriptions of violence, minor character death, general 'mafia' and crime references, language, sexual content / r: 18+

another fic for another now defunct collab that i decided to write anyways! ps. sorry for the banner, i had a free editor and a dream :')

It's a beautiful Saturday. 

The bushes and trees glow with that yellowish green shade proper to late summer. The sun is warm and it makes everything shine with a golden hue. You glance quickly towards your mother, she really knows how to choose the right date for the right parties.

As you bring your champagne glass closer to your lips, not sipping on it yet, the sight of the handsome man coming down the patio stairs behind your mom grabs your attention. He’s greeting and smiling warmly to everyone who gets closer to congratulate him. 

Kang Yeosang, son of your father’s biggest and longest associate; soon to be one, if not— the most influential name of crime in South Korea.

And now, your husband.

“You can’t deny he knows how to look happy,” the voice of your younger brother interrupts your thoughts as he slides beside you, taking a champagne glass for himself from the waiter's tray as they pass by. “But you still think he is too...” Chan makes a pause reflecting on his words, “Soft?.” 

You remain silent, your upper lip still slightly pressed into your glass. Your eyes don't leave your husband for a moment. Now he’s talking amusedly with your, barely older than you — stepmother, smiling and petting the two pomeranians she refused to leave at home for the wedding. He carries them like babies, smiles at them as your father’s wife shamelessly strokes his shoulder and smiles widely at the act. He puts the little dogs back in the ground and the furry things sprint around his feet as if he was their owner. He laughs heartily at the cute scene and it can be heard through the whole party. His laugh was low but gentle, warm and contagious. 

“He does seem, maybe too nice...” Chan adds, before getting distracted by the giggles of his new girlfriend coming from a few feet away. “Shit.” He says and sprints away to her. You glance over the scene, the barely overage girl drunk as a skunk hovering over one of your cousins. You chuckle as Chan disappears into the main house draggin the girl away from your cousin. Immediately your eyes go back to Yeosang. 

The more you stare at him the more he seems a stranger to the life you were used to living. He acts and looks softer and purer than every man in the room. You can hardly believe he has seen the surface of what this kind of life has to offer. But again, his father was one of the most ruthless men of the country, it was equally hard to believe he hadn't.

Barely a month ago, when your father gave you the ultimatum to marry someone powerful in the city, you had thought of Jeong Yunho first. Yunho, son of the chief of security of the capital, and an agent of the government himself. Both of them are corrupted and dirty even more than your own family, and half the “criminals” they swore to catch everyday. 

Yunho was also your classmate back at law school, your party sidekick and your tennis partner, one with an incredible hit. You both had a long relationship of business and pleasure. Sadly, he was already engaged to the Governor's god-daughter. Everyone knew your family and he had a long history of running dirty business under the table, but marrying? That would be too much for Yunho’s bosses at the government to turn a blind eye to.

So after a short thought, all cards fall back into the Kang family, the only family beside yours with enough influence and power in Seoul. When you were told the son of Boss Kang was back in Korea after spending most of his twenties overseas, you had no chance but to accept he was the one. 

It was a little troublesome, not knowing what to expect from him. But you would find out soon enough, or so you thought. 

You didn’t meet Yeosang until a week before the wedding, at a rushed dinner arranged by both families. 

The first time you laid eyes on him, all you could see was sincerity. He was polite, bright, witty and surprisingly fun. He had deep brown eyes and fine lips. On the left side of his face, he spotted a rather big beauty mark of peculiar shape. Beauty marks of that kind are usually unwanted and something to keep hidden, worse than scars, but the ones on his face framed it gracefully, like a fine accessory.

On him, there was none of the somber demeanor the people who have seen it all in this lifestyle usually had. At one moment he turned to you and smiled, understanding you might be cautious around him, and that confused you. You weren’t used to having emphatic men around you. 

“Here’s to an union that brings out the best for both our families.” He had said with a toast, and for a moment when he smiled softly at you, it seemed like the life you were about to have by his side was a normal, risk free kind of one. 

That was the first time you saw your now husband. This day, the wedding, was the second. 

“Lovely wedding,” a soft voice came from behind you. You recognized it instantly, looking over your shoulder to see the tall frame of Yunho getting closer. “You look so beautiful as a bride”. He raised his glass and both made a silent toast, still looking ahead to the patio. “I heard you are going to Greece for your honeymoon?.” he pouted slightly. “Very romantic.” 

“Now, who told you that?.” your eyes roll at him. You took the chance to glance at the expensive tuxedo he was wearing and how it looked maybe too good on him. It was really a shame you weren’t marrying Yunho instead, that trip to Greece probably wouldn’t have to go to waste.

“Chan did, but you knew that.” He smiled.

You glanced at your brother, who was now dragging his girlfriend back to the party, saying a few curses to your cousin as they passed by him. “Didn’t see you at the ceremony.” you turned to Yunho, who was shamelessly eyeing your cleavage. 

“Oh I just came to the party,” He licks his bottom lip “I couldn’t bear seeing you swore true love to another man, tears are not a good look on me.” 

You scoffed. “Doubt so.” 

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. “So, have you had time to get to know more about him?.” 

The sudden question made you arch your eyebrows. “Well, he is Kang Yeosang, soon leader of the entire Kang clan, owner of half of the dirty business in South Korea, what am I missing?.” 

“I guess there’s nothing else worth knowing?.”

You look back at your now husband, pursing your lips when you find him staring directly at you. He was a few feet away but you could feel his eyes on yours, it was just a second but it sent shivers down your spine. He then immediately turned his attention to his father beside him. 

“You alright?.” Yunho asks, raising his voice lightly as you zoned out for a moment.

You shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“When are you coming back from Greece?.” Yunho knows better than to try to push an answer out of you.

“Uh, we both need to get back quickly, so a week or so.”

Yunho hummed. “Will you call me when you get back?.” He said sipping on his drink without taking his eyes from you. You shook the sensation from before and chuckled. Men were really like kids. “Please?.” he added with a pout. 

“You got balls huh? You really don’t care, I'm married to a Kang now?.” 

Yunho turned to see Yeosang, now leaning attentively, as his father spoke to him closely. “Not really, should I?.” 

“No, I don’t think so.” you turned to your husband again, not really believing he was entirely harmless. His kind laugh resonated again. Comforting, contagious, and you smiled.

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That same night you and your husband flew to Greece. You got there together, to the mansion owned by Yeosang’s father, a house big enough to fit a couple of families without a chance for them to cross paths for a few days. 

Yeosang gave you a brief tour of the mansion and said that every person there was your disposition for everything you needed. The only rule was not to get out to the city alone. He had business to attend to, of course, so after showing you around he left you and told you he would be back late that night.

He never did. So you spent the night getting familiar with the place, didn’t even bother to unpack except for your bathing suit and some toiletries as you knew you would spend all the time at the pool or sunbathing at the private beach, with your body guards close by all the time.

You got mad at first, as you too had matters to attend back home and decided to put them on pause for the trip. If he had stayed at least you could get to know him better, get an idea of who he was as a person, but he didn't show up for the next two days. 

You planned to return back to Seoul alone on a tantrum, but decided to just stay and enjoy the comfort of the mansion and the sea. Whatever the case, you needed a week of relaxation before going back to normal business. Yeosang or not, you knew people in the city and you could go out to the club or something. You had an arsenal of armed bodyguards to feel safe despite what Yeosang had warned you about.

On top of that, the thought of calling Yunho once you were back home ringed in the back of your head, so the wait was worth enduring. 

By the end of the week, after daily sunbathing and catching up with a few books, you decided it was time to have at least a night of real fun. You called a couple of friends, letting them know you were in the city and were in need for a night out. 

The night finally came, only a few minutes past nine.  Your shiniest and shortest dress is waiting for you lying on the bed. Right now in just your silk nightgown you were finishing with your makeup, when a sudden loud blast made you roll the tip of the lip gloss applicator over your cheek. Reflexes abruptly make you take out your revolver from the nightstand, walking slowly to the door paying attention to any noise. 

You glance outside through the glass windows, the garden lights illuminating the roundabout at the entrance of the mansion. There you spot the men guarding the entrance getting in an alert position, running towards the door. 

A couple of loud blasts more and you see two of them dropping on the ground. Quickly you turn the lights off and hide in the back of the room, the moonlight giving you enough vision to see if someone gets inside, your gun closer to your face pointing ahead.

Alerted, you hear steps getting closer. “Mrs. Kang, are you hurt?!”. A voice you couldn’t recognize shouted. Yeosang’s men were still pretty unfamiliar to you and this was definitely not one of your guards. 

You cautiously got closer to the door, gun still ready to shoot. “I’m fine.” you said. The handle of the door twisted as the man outside tried to get it open. “Tell me what is happening.” 

“Someone tried to get into the house, they are probably looking for you or the boss, they got the ones at the entrance.” 

You recalled one of your guards dropping on the ground a few moments back at the roundabout, and you sighed. “How many inside?.”

“A lot ma'am, we need to move quickly, please come out.” you could sense the man’s hurried tone on his voice.

“Where is my husband?.” 

The man got silent for a moment before shouting. “He’s on his way, but right now we need to take you to a safer place, they are probably after you as well.” 

Suddenly your cell phone began vibrating, it was over your bed, so you went to pick it up quickly. It was Yeosang calling. 

“Mrs. Kang?!” the man shouted.

You tapped to answer the call. “Don’t open the door. I’m close.” your husband's voice was calm and clear, you didn’t respond and he hung up.

The man kept calling you as he knocked on the door. Desperation showing with the force and pacing with each knock. You hid inside the back of the room pointing out again. After a few seconds of silence you got startled by the man kicking the door, opening it widely. You pointed at him silently, thinking the dim lights were hiding you and giving you time to have the upper hand.

“Gotcha.”

The man jumped at you, having seen your reflection by the wall mirror against where you were hiding. You shooted and missed, he took the chance to tackle you down. He roughly rolls your body facing the ground, hands at your back, gun point to your head. 

“You should have just opened.” he whispered to your ear, making you grin in disgust. 

“You better let go of me.” you glared at him, as he made you stand up and guided you to the door with so much force your arm was getting numb. 

“Or what?,” he chuckled, pressing the gun to your temple, hurting you. 

“Or I will blow your brains out”. 

Both the man and you looked up, the shape of Yeosang entering the room from the door frame, gun pointed at the latter. Two of his men behind him.

In the background, the shooting had ceased, apparently this man holding you was the last of the ones that had entered the house. 

“There’s none of your friends left here,” Yeosang said, confirming your suspicions. The man tensed against you, now practically choking you by having his arm on your neck. “Let her go. I won’t repeat myself.”

“Fuck you Kang, here’s a little message from-” 

The man’s last words were interrupted by Yeosang shooting his gun to his head, just a couple inches from your own. The loud noise made your ears ring, as the sudden force the man was applying to your neck vanished completely as he dropped dead. Blood and brain matter covered the top of your head. The cheek you had ruined with your lip gloss now covered in red. 

For a moment you groaned in disgust, falling on your knees trying to breathe normally again, soothing your neck from where the dead man was choking you.

“Get up. We need to go.” Yeosang gave you his hand and helped you up. The blood dripping down your neck made you nauseous and you couldn’t hold it any more. The last thing you saw before fainting was Yeosang’s eyes on yours, your name sounding muffled as you closed your eyes on him. 

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When you woke up, you couldn’t recognize the room you were in. It was almost the same as the room you were in before. Big glass windows that reached the ceiling, greek decor and furniture. The light coming through the white curtains blinded you for a moment. When your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look out, the Greece sea reflecting the sun rays back at it. 

Your head was spinning. Instinctively you caressed your neck. Carefully you got up towards the big vanity mirror placed in front of the bed you were laying on. No trace of blood or the rest of that ashole’s brain over you, yet remembering how it felt made you nauseous again. A few faded yellow and purple bruises painted on your neck. 

“You should go and take a proper shower.” 

Yeosang’s voice came from the door frame, where he was leaning on. He walked slowly inside the room, passing you by and looking outside through the window glass.

“Who cleaned me?.” was the first thing you asked.

“The maids.” He said calmly. “How are you feeling?.”

“My head is killing me. And now I have these ugly bruises all over my neck, definitely not the good kind.” 

Yeosang hummed, arching his eyebrows slightly. “How many times have you been in that kind of situation?.”

“A few.”

He remained silent, looking at you as you poured water into a tall glass. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, getting closer. “One of your guys from Korea told them where we were, I should have been there.” 

“What?.” 

“Jung Taein?.”

“Jung? No fucking way.” you chuckled bitterly.

“It’s my fault. You alone at the house made you an easy target.” He said ashamed, looking away. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Do you know who sent them?.” 

“Yes.”

“Would you take care of that?.”

“It’s done.” 

“Alright.” you added, finishing the water. 

“Let me know when you are ready. We are flying back to Seoul as soon as you are.” 

With that, Yeosang left the room, leaving you for the time being. 

The flight back was a silent one. Yeosang spent the whole time on the phone -yours was turned off. That was for the better. Your parents must be calling you non stop all morning. You took the chance to sleep more, since you were still a little shaken by the attack. 

As soon as you put foot at home, the whole day was turbulent. Both your mother and Chan were already waiting for you in the living room of your new mansion. They asked all kinds of questions again and again, making you dizzy. They both questioned Yeosang as well, making him swear that the guy who had planned the attack was more than dead. 

Your father showed up later that evening, and the whole thing repeated itself. He spent most of the time in Yeosang’s office, briefly asking if you were okay when he arrived. When he was ready to leave he stroked your head saying “The pig is dead, your husband took care of that himself.”

That night, laying alone in your new bed, feeling cold and anxious more than ever, you replayed the scene in your head over and over. 

“These mercenaries and their speeches, always thinking of themselves as movie villains.” Your father had said to you once when you were little. “Once they start talking, you have to shoot them.” 

As you remembered this, you felt like smiling. 

The next morning you got downstairs to have breakfast, surprisingly finding Yeosang at the table.

“Good morning.” He greets.

“Morning, oh what do we have here?.” you yawn, siting and finding a plate of pancakes and fresh fruit already served.

“You need energy.” 

“Mmh,” you giggle cutely, catching a glimpse of Yeosang's smile. He notices you noticed the gesture and he quickly goes back to his breakfast. “How are you feeling?. ' he adds, eyeing his plate.

“Way better.” you said, shoving a big piece of pancake on your mouth, “I need to get ready to go to my office.” 

Yoesang clears his throat, pensive. “I think you should lay low for a while.” 

“Isn’t the guy that attacked me dead now?.” you asked, stuffing a strawberry on your mouth as one of the maids poured orange juice on a tall glass for you.

“Yes.” Yeosang pressed his back against his chair. “But there’s other guys.” 

“What about you? Are you going to stay home as well?” your voice sounds annoyed but you don’t care. Yeosang looks briefly at you and then away. “So what should I do then? Stay hidden for the rest of the year here?.” 

“Just a few weeks, until we are sure no one else is onto us anymore.” He said standing up.

“You know, there will always be someone “onto us”.” you huff, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Let me know if you need something.” he said, giving you a nod and walking away.

“Seems like it's going to be you and me, girls.” you said to the two maids when he disappeared from the room. The women gave you a polite smile and you sigh.

That morning was the last time you saw him in almost four weeks.

Handling work stuff from the house was mad boring, and you started to feel claustrophobic. Rounded by security, you only had visits from your mom and Chan, sometimes your father or your new in-laws. The house was full of people all the time yet you felt completely alone in it. Suddenly you missed your office, your old apartment, your friends, anything but that strange house who you could barely call yours. 

But oddly and mostly, you were desperate to get laid. It was a bothersome sensation inside you, not being able to release the stress from everything that had happened within the last month from being recently married to a stranger to almost being killed on your supposed honeymoon.

So you did what you planned to do in the first place as soon as you were back, the only thing that would make you release the stress and clear your mind. 

Yunho called first, a few days after you arrived back at Seoul. The conversation was brief but he let you know he was available for whenever you wanted to see him. A month ago it seemed too recent to meet with him, but now it felt just about right. 

Finally tonight, after having spent a full month trapped inside your house, you and your friend decide to meet up.

Both knew you needed to be cautious; you are a recently married woman —and he, an engaged man. 

You decided to meet up downtown. You had an apartment there in one of the biggest hotels at the center of a prestigious but quiet district. You used it mostly to crash on when you partied regularly, so it was a familiar place to your guards. Yunho let you know he already booked one of the suits for the night, so he could just knock on your door without any trouble. 

Yeosang hadn’t called for a few nights, apparently he was attending some business in Tokyo with both your father and his. It was the perfect timing.

The night arrived and you finally went out. As you got ready in front of the mirror in the bedroom, anticipation started to build as you waited for Yunho.

You changed into a casual dress, and your favorite jewelry; a long pearl necklace that ended up in the right place at your cleavage. Hair styled in a messy bun, the best hairstyle to try when you knew it was going to end up disheveled — a trick you learned from your mother’s long sessions in front of the mirror when you were maybe too young to even understand the tip. 

You sprayed your favorite perfume on the right spots and poured a few drinks, preparing yourself to loosen up to finally enjoy a good night since you married, even if it wasn’t with your own husband. 

Midnight, and Yunho hadn’t shown up. You started to get annoyed. Sending him a couple of texts like; ‘Where the fuck are you?.’ and ‘Are you serious right now?.’ 

You were growing impatient, desperate. He had said late night but this was just too much. And why wasn’t he answering your texts?. 

You blew raspberries, lying back on the bed. Incorporating a little, you saw yourself in the tall mirror at the corner of the room. Your backless dress, makeup… you looked so good and now it was going to get to waste.

It was ridiculous that with all the power, money, a damn husband and a friend like Yunho, you were really struggling this much to get laid. 

Being almost killed —again, having your family on your neck all the time, the pressure of the business and people — had to deal with, and an absent husband you barely knew on top of that was starting to get to you for good.

Grabbing your phone ready to call Yunho, something you would never do being in your right senses, you hear a knock on your door. 

You sit on the bed automatically, fixing the wrinkles of your dress. “Fucking finally.” 

Walking towards the door, you looked through the peephole, immediately taking a few steps back. The man at the door wasn’t Yunho.

“What is he doing here?,” you muttered to yourself. 

“Are you going to open?.” Yeosang’s voice coming from outside made you come to your senses, he sounded different from the other times you two had spoken. Hesitating, you opened the door. His hair was down and parted in the middle, wavy strands falling at the sides of his ears. He was dressed casually, not in the usual business attire you have seen him in so far. 

Yeosang walked in, closing the door behind him. You looked nervously around, feeling suddenly exposed by your little outfit, and he seemingly read your mind, as he took his sweet time looking at your clothes, or the lack of them.

“What are you doing here?.” you ask, trying to sound casual. Suddenly the thought of Yunho knocking on the door any moment made your stomach turn upside down. “Weren’t you in Tokyo?.”

“I remember telling you no to go out yet, so the question is what are you doing here?.” 

You shrugged, feeling his gaze all over you. “I- was, going out…”

“If you wanted to fuck, you just had to ask,” he looked at you with a dark shine on his eyes. “I never told you you were allowed to be playing whore with other men, did I?”.

Your chest started to thump. This wasn’t the Yeosang you have known so far. He spoke harshly, but with a slight hurt pride that confused you.

“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?.” you glared back at him. “You haven’t talked to me properly since we married, you don’t even sleep at home.” you said, mimicking quoting the last word with your fingers. He glared at you too, walking towards you and hovering you against the wall. “Seriously, you won't even allow me one normal dinner and you think you have the right to tell me what to do?.” 

“I'm your husband.” he said dryly, “That should be enough.”

“A husband who hasn’t even fucked his wife once.” 

Yeosang scoffed. He looked at you with big eyes, deep brown eyes that shone differently from back when you saw them at the wedding. You were tense, that wasn’t what you wanted to reproach him for, but your brain was letting the words come out from your mouth without a second thought. “Were you waiting for that Jeong bastard to come here and fuck you? Are you that desperate?.” 

“Yes. Maybe I fucking am.” 

Just then, Yeosang tugged your chin with his hand, brushing the hem of your skirt with his fingers, slowly getting them underneath. His breath was hot and it burned against your neck. He leaned forward, brushing your throat with his lips, and then the tip of his tongue. 

“Well look at you, being all eager.” He whispered with a voice so dark you couldn’t recognize it belonged to him. 

His hand was now fully under your skirt, and his thumb brushed softly where you needed him the most. Your hips start rolling towards the contact, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips together, restraining yourself from giving in so easily, but the truth was that you needed to be touched. Yeosang rolled his thumb over your damped spot, his gaze got cloudy, tongue resting on his bottom lip as he rubbed in circles on your clothed clit. He slides the lacy fabric to the side, gently pressing two fingers inside you. 

You let out a whimper, biting your bottom lip. Surprised at how he knows exactly how to curl his fingers upward, his fingers caress your center so sweetly, feeling as familiar as your own.

“You feel just like I imagined.” He brushes his words over your lips, kissing you softly. His tongue finally lands against yours, sending tingles all the way to your lower stomach. 

“You imagined?.” you moan against his mouth, and he slowly wraps his hand on your neck, making just the right pressure to make your closed eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Mmhh.” his voice vibrates over your lips, while he kisses you roughly and sloppily. He’s now adding a third finger deep inside you. You throw your arms at his neck and lift your leg onto his hip to give him more access. He grabs your leg with the hand that isn’t inside you, and continues fingering you with faster pace without stopping kissing you.

“Oh my god…” you cry when he begins scissoring and curling his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan knowing you are done for and he stops kissing to see you as you come. His fingers keep going, gaze fixated on you as you shut your eyes and roll your hips making his fingers touch you even deeper. “Fuck, oh fuck!.” you whimper when he doesn’t stop and you start squirting all over his fingers. He looks down cheekily, seeing how you coat his fingers with your arousal.

Yeosang smiles, removing his fingers from inside you and making you open your mouth so you can taste yourself on them, when you finish he goes back to your lips, kissing you again. “So sweet.” he whispers, lowering your leg and helping you walk to the bed. 

He makes you lay on your back, taking your panties off and throwing them aside. He lifts the skirt of your dress and places himself between your legs. “Let me taste more of that.” He says, licking your entrance with one strip, as he starts devouring you entirely until there’s no trace of your release but the sweet sensation inside you.

“Fuck, Yeosang.” you moan, feeling the familiar knot yet again. He keeps sucking on you, your hand tugging his hair from the overstimulation. 

“Are you going to come again?.” 

“Yes!.” you cry, but whine immediately after when he stops eating you up. 

“Not like that.” He helps you get up, walking backwards as he sits on the armless chair next to your vanity, taking his belt off and opening the zipper on his jeans. He helps you sit on his lap, always looking at you as he does. Your heavy lids fall on him, admiring just how beautiful he is, and you wonder for a second if you have had a man like that before him. 

Your mind is still foggy, you feel breathless but you indulge in his instructions, glad he’s telling you what to do next. 

Yeosang guides you on top of him, and you observe patiently how he takes out his length and strokes himself a few times, making sure you look. He then tugs your dress down to expose your tits. He licks his bottom lip and goes to kiss one of them sweetly, one hand stroking himself and the other squeezing and licking your nips. You hear his quiet moans and whimpers, giving each of your breasts delicate attention. When he’s had enough, he aligns you on him and slowly pushes you until he has bottomed inside you.

“You really needed this huh?,” He chuckles darkly. “Such a tiny cunt.”

You whine at first, feeling stretched so deliciously for the first time in so long. You lean and kiss him, both your tongues tasting and savoring each other. The pearls of your necklace hang over his chest, the silver of your rings shine between his hair as you dishevel it. Yeosang squeeze and massage your nips with his palm as you take the time adjusting to his length inside you.

He stops kissing your nipple and signals you to look to the side, where you find both your reflections in the big mirror of your vanity, seeing your almost naked form sitting on his lap makes the sensation on your lower abdomen intensify. Yeosang slips your dress over your head, and you remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt hastily. 

“Show me,” his tone is low, hoarse. He cups your chin with force, so you are now looking straight at him. You flutter your eyelashes confused. “What were you planning to do with him?.” he asks, heavy lids eying your bottom lip. 

You bit your lip with force, somehow embarrassed that you already forgot you were supposed to be on top of Yunho. Yeosang smirks slightly, and even if the lights in the room are dim you catch that smile and it drives you mad how confident he is, but also makes you eager to show him. 

“Yeosang, please” you whisper breathlessly, kissing him again. A big open kiss on the mouth first, then going down to his neck, his shoulder blades. You were marking every inch of skin your lips could reach in your position. It felt as if he could suddenly evaporate if you didn’t. 

You start rolling your hips back and forth on top of him, moaning everytime the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. Yeosang had both hands on your waist, keeping you in place as you rocked your hips at a slow but steady pace, not wanting to come too fast and just enjoy the sensation of having him buried deep inside you.

Yeosang’s whimpers quietly, but intensely. He lets a dry chuckle every time you remove yourself almost completely from him only to go down in one motion over and over. Your hands are on his hair, pulling the strands everytime the pleasure was too much.

He grabs your face and kisses you, biting your bottom lip and coating your entire mouth with his tongue, desperate to fill you connected to him in every way. He groans when you bite back, enjoying every little cry and whimper you let out. “All of this for him?,” he tugs your hair making you face him. 

“Right now I’m fucking you and you only.” you tell him, eyes falling down on you unable to keep them open. “You fill me up so well.”

Yeosang smiled cockily, going to your clit and rubbing his thumb in circles again, making you bury your head on his neck. “Like that? Is that what you wanted?.” 

“Yes!” you cried out loud, not caring at all if the guards outside could hear. His thumb and cock both send incredible sensations through your body, your release building up again ready to break out at any second. “Don’t stop please, I’m gonna-” 

You couldn't finish, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen explode inside you. Yeosang was quick to grab your hips so you stayed in place, and he helped you rock them faster, chasing his own. He looked at your reflection in the mirror. Head thrown back, nails digging on his shoulders, eyes closed and mouth full of whimpers and heavy breathing. You came and Yeosang followed right behind you, letting out the loudest moan since you started. His hands were now on your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck, having come from your high. He bit your shoulder as he painted your walls with his load. Yeosang cursed under his breath, finally stopping until he finished inside you. 

“Yeosang,” you phanted, caressing his face and making him look at you. His eyelids were heavy, long strands of wavy black hair falling on his face, lips half open trying to catch his breath. “I needed that, fuck.” You waited until he was breathing regularly and kissed him roughly again, taking his breath away once more. 

Yeosang smiled widely and you recognized the sweet man that you married a month ago. The same soft and cute eye smile and seemingly innocent aura came back, transforming from the one that was guiding your hips as you rode him to oblivion mere seconds before.

“I've wanted to have you on top of me since I saw you at the dinner,” He said sweetly, brushing his nose against yours. “Wanted to have you cry my name and brush away that condescending look you gave me at the wedding.” 

You chuckled. “I didn’t know what to expect from you,” you paused, choosing your words carefully. “You seemed too nice for this kind of life, too pure.” 

Yeosang chuckled lightly, helping you stand up, finally removing himself from you. “Seemed?” He kissed your chin gently. “Not anymore?.” 

“Someone who fucks like this?, no way.” 

He lets out a loud laugh, hand covering his mouth. “Y/n, you should know no man is pure. Crime life or not.” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

You stood up from his lap, looking around for your panties on the floor, but Yeosang pulled you against him, wrapping his hands on your waist, hiding his face in the space between your shoulders and neck. He kissed the skin there and you hummed, content and relaxed feeling the warmth of his lips. 

He guided you to the bed, laying beside you and leaning over you. 

“Why didn't you want to spend time with me until now?.” you asked, his big eyes shone brightly. “I thought you were avoiding me on purpose, no one is that busy.” 

Yeosang laughed. “Oh but I am. And soon you will be too, as my wife and associate, you will have to deal with a lot.” He lowered his eyes for a second. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, I wanted to, but after what happened in Greece I needed to make sure you were always protected.” 

“Did my father intervene?”

“I almost let his only daughter get killed mere days after our wedding, how does that make me look in front of him, of everyone?.”

You hummed but remained silent. You knew your father had already told him everything he needed to hear. “So I’ve been under surveillance all this time?.” You arch your brows, realizing that’s how he knew about your meeting with Yunho tonight. “Shit! Yunho… is he…?.” 

Yeosang chuckled again and this time it was an amused one. “He’s not dead, I still need eyes and ears close to the police,” His lips turned upwards into a mischievous smile. “But he won’t dare to come close to you with certain intentions, ever again.”

“Oh.” you said, pouting. “But he’s an excellent tennis partner though.” 

“I can be your new tennis partner, I can be everything you need me to be.” 

Yeosang kissed you softly, thumb caressing your ear. Your hands traveled over his chest, throwing a leg over his waist and you smiled on the kiss. He let out a soft “Oh” like a shy boy getting his first kiss and it made your heart incredibly warm.

“Who would thought we only needed to fuck each other dumb to break the ice huh?”. You joked, letting him keep kissing your neck and start all over again.

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©mingsolo / please do not edit, repost, translate

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

an almost whisper

prompt "whisper" by @onesmallfamily

highly inspired by this gif by @phoenix27884:

a/n: hey! i wanted to at least do ONE prompt of the 30 day sherlock september challenge. here is my ficlet of yesterday, because seriously- i fell asleep while writing it 😅

ps: so sorry bout the no uppercase letters, as said i was very tired for half of this (and lazy for the second)

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sherlock was sitting across from him. from john watson. what a gorgeous man he was. gray silky hair - combed back, a dark blue jumper that looked ridiculously endearing on him... his doctor hadn't had time to shave this morning and sherlock was currently trying to gauge how many colour shades you could see in john's beard. one, two, three...

the beard moved. well not the beard itself but the lips that sat between the beard.

what would it feel like to-

"sherlock, did you hear me?"

the asked man raised his eyebrows. had he heard him? "still caught up on the case, i fear."

"you solved it. what's there to think about?"

his john. asking just the right questions. unfortunately they were rather uncomfortable right this moment, considering sherlock had been thinking about and staring at john's facial hair...

topic change. "how was dinner?"

"delicious. pity you didn't have any."

"eating..."

"... slows you down, i know, i know.", john said, but there was an amused grin on his lips. for some reason sherlock had to look away to catch himself. john smiling at him like that, it did something to him. something that hits way further inside than just into his heart.

he sensed john leaning back and stretching his face up to the sun. sherlock simply had to turn his gaze back onto him. the sun highlighted the few blond strands left and the red undertone in john's beard... it accentuated the wrinkles, that sherlock loved, because they reflect just how real john is. the detective then realized he was staring again and looked away. pretending to focus on the people around him, maybe deducing them. in reality every sense was directed at john. he heard him move, sensed his body being closer to his, smelt a hint of the coffee john had drunk, saw him putting his chin into his hand out of the corner of his eye.

he felt john staring now. sherlock decided it was safe to glare back at him. and was swept off his feet, well he was sitting, but he was still overwhelmed by john's expression. there was so much adoration, fascination and out of a lack of better words - love in his eyes.

sherlock had to smile back at him. he felt his face getting hotter. john - without saying a word - made him feel special.

john's gaze never left his and then exclaimed, barely above a whisper, "i'd like to kiss you." it was out of the blue, but it felt like the perfect timing.

what happened next felt natural, like they were actors who were acting according to a script: sherlock stood up leaned over the small table and placed his lips on john's.

the kiss was over soon, but they both knew it was just the first of uncountables.

a smile, a hand sneaking into his, looks speaking more than words.

on that day just like that, with that tiny almost-whisper and their promising first kiss they stopped being augend and addend and began being a sum.

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[to-all-the-stories-i-love]

Here's an end-of-year gift for ya..

I've been so appreciative of your interest/feedback, so I wanted to say "Thank you", but couldn't figure how - then it hit me: say it with smut! I'm sure you've noticed I don't often describe physical characteristics of my OC's, nor use pictures in my "moodboards" (as to be more inclusive), so I decided to do one with more hints. NOTE: I wanted to use more things, but I changed my scene, so they didn't work out. And...if I'm entirely mistaken about what range of skin tone you're in: humblest apologies. PS. Don't feel pressure to keep showing interest, this really is a gift. PS.2. I can't insert the picture here, so I'll send it on msg.(The pic is a bit nicer than the actual story.)

HIGHLAND ISLAND

SMUT, Baek x R, wc:1,7k

"Jesus Christ, what on earth are you doing out here..!"

Too cold, too grateful to speak, you get into the passenger's seat of the Land Cruiser with limbs so stiff they hardly bend.

Turning on the light, he looks at you with shock, amazement and worry painted on his face before going to the trunk of the car. Even though you've trudged onwards for nearly three hours it's the gust of -21°C wind through the driver's door that impacts you the most - knowing you're inside you don't ever want to feel as much as a summer breeze again. 

Coming back he drapes a sleeping bag over your body.

"It's not enough, but it'll do for now. Where's your car?"

"B-bus…"

"There aren't any buses here."

"Bus...ted..", you manage to say, your teeth clattering violently against each other. "I wa-a-a-ssss at the...l-lake…"

"You walked from the loch? Jesus, Mary and Joseph…"

"… so refrain from driving tonight. The ploughs will open the road tomorrow…" The radio crackles.

"But I…"

"Thought so. See the little house up ahead? That's me."

  •

"Here, let's get you inside", he says, flicking the light switch up and down without any luck. "Damn it… Wait here."

Struggling to take your shoes off while he turns the light on in the kitchen alcove, you've barely managed to loosen half a shoe by the time he gets back, carrying a basin. 

"Woh, woh, woh, sit down, let me", he tuts compassionately.

  Submerging your feet and hands in the water you're surprised to find it's not hot, but lukewarm. 

"It can cause tissue damage if it's too warm", he explains. 

"Really? But I'll be fine, right? My toes won't fall off?"

"You really aren't from around here, are you", he smiles, while putting his own hands in, carefully working up your blood circulation. "Itching?"

"Like hell."

"Good. Keep moving your toes, I'll run you a bath. If that's...alright..?"

The mere thought of it makes you drowsy; sighing loudly, you nod a thankful yes.

  "I don't know how much warm water there's left in the heater. If you want to wash your hair I can put some on the stove."

Even if you had your post shower army here nothing in the world could convince you to do it, nor to put him out even further. 

"No, no, it's fine. And I'm just glad to have clean, dry clothes", you say, referring to his apology about the size of them.

"Okay, then...just holler if you need anything."

  As off as it can feel even showering at a friend's house, things not being the way you keep them, bathing in the home of a stranger should be multiplied ten times over, but once your poor body enters the tub all worries fly away, all senses fade. 

Some type of woodwork DIY, Baekhyun's tub with its small, rounded shape is straight out of olden times, but right now it beats any Waldorf or Savoy. Resting your head against your arm, the warm water unties the knots and soothes your body; you don't care about fighting when sleep looms over you.

When your arm slips down the sound of the splashing water jolts you awake. Not sure how long you've been out, it's long enough to've brought the water down to room temperature, so it's with goosebumps you towel your body dry, impatiently longing to be warm again. 

  There's no mistaking the smell or crackling of an open fire and you're proven right when you come outside. 

"I was just about to see if you fell asleep", Baekhyun says from the kitchen. "I've put the kettle on, tea or coffee?"

"I did…", you laugh a little and sit down next to the hearth, instinctively rubbing your hands against one another, holding them up to the fire. "Whatever's easiest. I've intruded quite enough already…"

"Don't be silly - it's not every day I get to save a damsel in distress", he smiles cutely before bringing a pot from the fridge.

Now, no longer feeling like a frozen zombie, you realise this guy's quite good looking. Very good looking, actually...

"Kind, good looking, able… Should I be running for the hills over the fact that he's not wifed up yet..?", you think to yourself, and almost instantly feel a pang of guilt for saying such a thing about the man who probably just saved your life. 

"Are you okay to watch these, let me hop in the shower real quick..?"

"Eh...what? Oh, yeah sure. Of course", you nod energetically.

"Great. I put the pot on the stove so we can eat. Nothing special, just a stew with taters."

"Taters..?", you echo him, raising your brow.

"What..?", he asks, matching his brow to yours as he leans against the table. "My appearance doesn't allow for me to say taters..?" His challenge is full of amusement. "If that's  the case, then aren't you a bit high up north yourself..?"

"Touché…"

With your smile comes a most unexpected sentiment: an inward sizzle, that feeling of excitement, of someone exciting you. "Oh, no. DON'T. ", you frown at yourself. 

  "Quite the homemaker when you're thawed…", you hear his voice chirping at the way you've managed to find plates and cutlery. 

"I should do something. Besides, most kitchens have-"

Oh, no..!

As if it isn't a big deal, Baekhyun's come out shirtless, ruffling his hair with a towel, to check on things. 

"-eh, have the same layout."

Standing dangerously close to you, he lifts the lid and stirs.

"M-hm, looks about ready to eat. You must've worked up a real appetite", he smiles. 

Using all your might you manage to look at his face and seem unbothered. 

"Yeah, I'm famished."

"Let's sit by the fire."

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"...I'm a farrier", he says, slurping up a spoonful. 

"Ferryman?"

He barely stops eating to talk; you realise he might be just as hungry as you.

"Farri-er", he says again and points to a photo standing on the ledge over you.

Dirtied by soot in his face (you gather), he's still easy to pick out among the three men posing in their leather aprons.

"Ah..! You make horseshoes..."

/.../

"I've gotten used to the howling, but I hope you can fall asleep later…"

"Howling? Is there a draft?"

"You mean no one told you?", he asks, surprised.

Glancing left, glancing right, then leaning in closer he explains:

"Ghosts…"

"Ghosts..?", you smirk, but of course become intrigued. 

"M-hm. There was a murder here back in the olden days… A shepherd, found dead on his land. There were no witnesses except! for his hound, his dog. The killer was never caught, nor was the dog, he ran away. Refused another owner. But...", he says, lifting his hand for effect. "...when the night is dark and the moon bright you can hear him howling, lamenting his master…", he whispers with a glint in his eyes.

"That dog move up here from Dartmoor?"

Laughing, he straightens himself up.

"Oh, you've read it."

"Baskervilles, who hasn't? Must be lonely out here. You trying to scare me into getting closer, huh?"

Looking to the side he chuckles - when his eyes meet yours again they exude boldness. 

"I have other ways of doing that."

  •

The sturdy wooden bed emits a muted creak on and off as Baekhyun pounds his body against yours on and on. Thighs spread wide your hands are on his waist partly to touch, partly to regulate impact as he feverishly draws pleasure from your body. 

With a fur blanket draped on the small of his back your sex becomes a burning hearth of licentiousness; shy cordiality gone in favour of desires as natural and rough as the land outside the window. It's not only the feeling, but the sight - and mere thought - of his pulsating cock widening you, his hairs tickling around your entrance, that has you enthralled, unapologetically desperate for more.

Every part of his body seems to have been shaped by his work; thighs and glutes tightening, arms and chest flexing in the orange light where he hovers above you, panting. 

Trembling, he lets out a groan, inhales sharply and picks up his pace before pulling out. Burying his head next to yours he whines into the pillow.

"Shit…"

Holding tight around his shaft, cooling himself down, he envelopes his lips over yours. His upper lip tastes like salt, damp like the scalp underneath your fingertips. 

  Keeping the anticipation, he teasingly dips into you; sliding his cock in then out, waiting, placing a wet kiss on your lips, slides again, feathering his nose against your neck, humming...

"Mh, you're so sweet…"

Trying to pull him down is no good but getting your fingers on his cock weakens his dominance. His moan comes from his stomach when you easily move the taut skin over his hard length, feeling the grooves underneath. He's content to let you tease him like he did you until he smoothly lifts your legs up and aligns himself to your entrance. Pushing past with its head, his cock fills you to the brim, once again being painted by your fluids. 

  Even in your abandonment you're cognizant of the vulgar scene the pair of you create; legs swinging aimlessly over Baekhyun's back; the animalistic, rounding thrusts of his pelvis; nails harshly dug into his skin, the sweat on his neck collecting under them - the sweat on your neck mixing with the saliva he breathes out in heavy gusts.

His chase is so tangible you can almost touch it, looking forward to his ultimate display of satisfaction as he now and again adjusts his grip, keeping your body tight against his. 

His release pierces through your ear, jarring your brain with its high, clear, note, followed by erratic bucking as he empties himself into you. 

"Ugh!", he grunts as if in pain, slowly pushing deep. 

His loud exclamations turn to softer hums and coos, all the while continuing to enjoy the last bit of his orgasm, kissing your neck, stroking your breast.

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The moon now brighter than the dying embers in the fireplace, listening to Baekhyun languidly talk about his daily this and that is an anodyne. Hearing a little chuckle you look to see him smiling gently.

"I don't think any howling dog could keep you up…"

"Mmm… I think you're right", you murmur back.

You also find yourself thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could stay another day. 

Thank you @baeklination💕💕💕this has got to be my forever favorite gift that I have ever received and truly the most thoughtful! I so appreciate this. And I love this story the smut was perfectly done and I will be reading this for awhile in pure pleasure.

#baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fanfic

[hitozy]

have you ever ‹ masterlist › denouement

tw! manipulation, mentioned underage sex, dubious consent, cheating. i also want to point out that reader is around 2-3 years younger than Iwaizumi, while Jae and Iwa are the same age. ps. this is a long chp :)

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

Iwaizumi has no idea of what has possessed him tonight. He doesn't know why he's walking around the city in the middle of the night a day before he should be on his way home.

He doesn't know why after the celebration he didn't follow his teammates. He doesn't know why he has barely answered your texts since after the game.

He also doesn't know why he agreed to go and see Jae, to hear her out.

He's been doing fine so far, seven months Jae clean and while the first three were bumpy; your company had made it easier to deal with. Your cheerfulness, your happiness, the adventures you've both have been planning have taken his mind off the broken heart he was nursing.

She continued to contact him, even when he begged her not to and blocking her phone was no use, she just got a new one and tried again and again. His resolve was diluted and he knew it would be a matter of time before he fell into his old habits.

lil jae: congrats on the win haji! let me invite you to a drink, im in town.

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Iwaizumi recalls an old memory from back in high school, a few weeks before moving to California, you were sitting on his bed helping him organize his suitcase with 'essentials'. His clothes all over the place but as always, you showed enthusiasm at helping him out.

He remembers you giggling and calling him a dork while folding his Godzilla themed underwear and placing it inside his suitcase. He remembers the way you hummed some songs that you had just placed on your shared playlist because 'it's kinda your style' and it kinda is. He even remembers what you were wearing, a pair of black running shorts and a blue tank top. When you reached over the edge of his bed for his fallen socks, your cleavage was visible to his eyes, 'If a man ever peers down his shirt', he thought, 'I'll kill him without hesitating.'

But what he remembers the most is you pulling out an old shoe box from under said bed, a shoe box that held his most treasured things. Pictures from his childhood that matched the ones on your bedroom wall, doddles from your hand, your favorite flowers pressed inside a copy of your favorite book, short stories and poems, snippets of stories never finished from you. He'll never forget your teary eyes and happy smile when he took the box from you, emptying the contents carefully inside his backpack. The hug you gave him afterward still sets his heart on fire, nothing has ever been more lovely than you and your happy smile.

He also remembers Jae coming into his room right during your hug, wearing an empty smile on her face, her eyes red and raging. He's only ever seen her this mad whenever he's with you and he still doesn't get it.

She stay's to "help" when in reality all she does is glare at yn the whole time. It helps that you don't even mind the glares or the bad mood, joking that 'Jae's grumpy because we couldn't go to the movies today'.

It was late afternoon when you left, Iwaizumi had given you a bag filled with some of his stuff - things he knew you loved and adored, things he couldn't take. He watched you get inside your parents car and wave him goodbye, even though you both knew he'd be coming through your window in a few hours for movie night.

He remembers when he came back inside to find Jae naked on his bed. How angry she was and how she took it out on sex, the tension so palpable he could taste it. Once it was over, she walked towards his backpack and pulled out all of YN's things and that's when it clicked. She was mad because he was taking stuff about YN and not her, she made it clear when Jae told him, 'What the fuck is this.'

-

He remembers that hours later, he finds himself in your room squeaky clean and wearing nothing but his sweatpants and socks, his back against your front with his head against your breasts. He hadn't told you that Jae broke up with him, but he knew you had figured out he was sad because your arms cradled him since he got situated there and had not moved since.

How Jae said she wouldn't move with him in the end. How she had decided to stay in Japan and have him go to California all alone in the end, just because she wanted him to. How he begged her to come, to stay with him, to not leave him and how he watched her get dressed to go home. How she winked at him as she left with a, "Call me once you're in Cali."

How she only wants to go out when she knows he has plans with you. How she only cares about him when you're around or how messed up and used he feels ever since she took his virginity during your 14th birthday party.

He feels disgusting sometimes after sex with Jae, disgusted with himself on how wrong it is but how much he loves her still.

He didn't have to say any of that to you, the kiss on the forehead you just gave him eased it all away anyway.

-

He remembers all of this while he's kissing Jae in her hotel room, her dress and underwear discarded somewhere in the room, his cock buried deep inside of her like a starved man, Her nails racking down his chest from his unbuttoned shirt as she moaned at the feeling.

When Jae separates herself from him with half lidded eyes, she smirks, "I bet my little cousin can't even kiss right, the little virgin." She kisses the column of his neck, grazing her teeth against the skin, getting ready to mark him as hers and even though he doesn't agree with her, he stays quiet.

A memory burst through his mind as he pounds into Jae. The way your sighed his name when he settled himself inside of you, the way your nails scratched his back when he hit your G-spot, the way you moaned when his thumb circled your clit; your gummy, tight walls griped him as you came, with his name on your lips. Your soft, pillow lips that have only been his, only kissed him.

"Be safe out there, Hajime! I'll be waiting for you!" She smiled as she kissed him goodbye by the front door.

He turned to deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to him like a starved man, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna runaway, mochi."

As he walked down the steps of his house, he heard her say "I miss you already."

It's then that Iwaizumi snaps out of it.

He pushes her off of him and steps back until his back is against the wall, feeling disgusted with himself in a way he hasn't since they broke up.

"I can't do this, I won't do this, I-" he pushes himself off the wall, tucking himself in and picking up his stuff, "Never again, Jae."

Jae watches him leave, a sinister smile spreading across her face. Her gaze steady as his figure disappears into the night, "If you think you can just up and go, Haji, you are very mistaken."

She walks to where she hid her phone and chuckles as she presses send, "Lets see what my little cousin has to say, hmm?"

-

Iwaizumi was worried, it wasn't normal for you to not answer his calls or texts. He was on the road back home with the team, their ruckus would usually give him a headache, but right now? Right now he can't focus on anything except the little 'unread' mark at the bottom of his last text to you.

my one: mochi? r u ok? im on my way back home

-

He didn't expect to come back home and find you in the living room in silence. Your eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying, you didn't have to say anything for him to know what had happened.

Jae told you.

He wish he could be surprised, but Jae had been nothing but a devil all this time and he can't believe he never saw it until now. Until he married you, an angel.

"Mochi, I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, please talk to me." He knelt at your feet, his hands on your knees trying to get you to look at him. His guilt crashing down brick by brick, he should have never gone out to see her.

"I know this means nothing to you, mochi. But I'll never see her again, only when its a family reunion or you're with me."

Silence.

"There is no excuse, but yn, please, look at me, let me explain."

She pushes him off a bit, without much force as if her sadness took away all her strength and his heart clenched. How could he do this to his best friend? Lie and lie, again and again and again.

YN-”

“No, STOP! You- you got your say, now it’s my turn.” She's shaking and her breaths are short. She's starting to have a panic attack.

I get up and advance towards her slowly, “YN you need to calm down. Here,” I place my hand on her back, “let me-”

She pushes me off, her back towards me, “Please, don’t touch me. Please, please, please.” She's sobbing and its hurts so so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

“Remember your breathing exercises, mochi. In and out. In…”

Eventually her breathing normalizes but she still won't look at me and it takes all of my strength to not touch her.

“All I ever wanted was for you to love me, Hajime.”

Whoever said words can never hurt someone, has never been in my place. She just stabbed me without a knife and its more painful than I ever imagined.

“I wanted you to love me, to see me as your wife, as a woman but you didn’t. You don’t and I- it hurts so much.”

“But, mochi, you said you would marry me so we didn’t end up with strangers.”

“I know.”

“Then why-”

“I lied. I’ve loved you since the moment you came into my life. I’ve loved you for years, even before Jae came into the picture. I’ve loved you so so so much, I love you so much.”

“… you know about Jae? Since when?!” I made the mistake of reaching out for her, she pushed me back and said nothing. The dread of her knowing, of her finding out before today makes me sick.

“If you knew then why did you marry me!? Did you think I would change? That my feelings would change? You know I’m not like that.”

“I do know. I- thought that maybe-, but then it was clear that nothing would change but, I made a promise to you and I said it in our vows.”

“YN-”

“I know the mistake is mine. I know what all the blame is mine to take, I know it and I accept it. I’m sorry, Hajime, that’s me that you have to stay with.”

She finally turns to look at me, but I wish she hadn't. The tears are flowing steadily down her cheeks to her neck. I did this to her, I hurt her again and again, without thinking. No, without watching. Because if I had paid attention to her like Jae did, I might have seen it sooner.

“We could get a divorce, you know. That way you can stop getting hurt. Stop your heart from breaking. You don’t deserve this.”

“It’s okay. I- I give you permission to do it, to break my heart forever.”

“…What?”

She takes my hand, and in-between the tears she smiles at me as if her heart wasn't breaking in two. As if I didn't shatter her dreams for a few sloppy seconds, “It’s okay, I know what I signed up for, I knew it from the beginning. I guess I just didn’t want to accept it. So go ahead, break my heart, break it into a million pieces! I give you permission, Iwaizumi Hajime, please just - don’t leave me.”

I can't say anything, what am I supposed to say? My sweet, sweet girl is hurt and damaged and all she wants is for me to stay. I feel disgusted in a way I never did with Jae, because instead of being used, I am using her.

I bring her into my arms, and say the only words that have actual meaning between us, "I love you, mochi."

"I- I'll do better, I promise. Please YN," He gripped her shoulders tightly, "Please forgive me, I'll do whatever just, I'm so sorry, baby."

He can feel the tears spilling onto his shirt, a scorching pain expanding through his chest at the consequences of his actions. He hurt the one person who didn't deserve it, who he promised to keep safe and happy.

"Hajime, please take a bath, I wanna sleep without the smell of Jae."

His heart dropped at her words, he forgot that he had just upped and left from Jae's, only changing his clothes for comfort. His skin still smelled like her. As he separated from her, he kissed her forehead, "Join me?"

-

He laid on the bed with her hours later, her head on his chest where he could see her puffy eyes. She had washed him thoroughly to the point were he thought she had scrubbed him raw, and he couldn't blame her - he wanted to do the same since the beginning.

He pulled her closer, practically on top of him and felt her heartbeat against his own. He had done something terrible and he needed to fix it, fix this. So he needed to take the first step.

to lil jae: for someone who says they love me, u sure like to make me miserable. i don't know why u hate yn so much and tbh i don't care anymore. i don't want to see u or talk to u ever again. if u contact me, i'm gonna get a restraining order, jae. i can't do this anymore.

to lil jae: goodbye jae.

do you wish to block this number?

yes.

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,         And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal;         For ’t is His institution,— The complement of hell.

Remorse is memory awake - Emily Dickinson

taglist ! @daphnxy @zukoslosthishonor​ @i-am-a-hoe-for-shinya @mrsdoradominguez-barnes @anejuuuuoy

a/n! *hands you all this and runs* i'll see you soon for chp11~

but in all seriousness, i wrote this chapter with my heart on my sleeve. love is truly the strongest curse and for it to be unrequired? imagine it.

now, i'm off to write the next part! and i am sorry :) ♥

#owwaw💔 #owwaw #iwaizumi fic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fic #iwaizumi smut #because of the short sex scenes

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Yugioh S4 Ep 9: Denial on so Many Fronts

I’ve managed to have a pretty open timeslot this holiday, where I decided I was going to do lots of catch up work. (I have instead filled up my Background Music Playlist with lots of youtube piano covers of Castlevania.)

So of course I find myself back at this blog to fill the leftover time, it being so many weeks (months, actually) since I was able to do a double update weekend (spoiler, I did not finish a second update  :) ).

This episode, Yugioh decided to legitimately enter romance territory and y’all it is something. And I don’t mean it in a “Ain’t that something!” sort of way, I mean it in the “That is...something.” Kind of way. And for the first time in forever, I actually have to talk about romance today. For once that is actually something this episode is about. For about 5 entire minutes. It’s staggering.

So lets get into it because the stance the show decides to take against the only valid romantic relationship it’s had outside of Pegasus sure is something.

Duke has managed to get inside Pegasus’ facility/Place Duke works at every single day. Incredible that he finally made it inside of his actual workplace. Whether he just found an open door or Metal Geared up a trash chute is undeclared, since that was all off screen between episodes, but maybe he has to do this like...all the time? Like heaven forbid Duke ever leave his phone at the office because this place seems iron clad and apparently there is absolutely no one he can call to let him in.

Like for reals isn’t Duke upper level management or something? Like a team director for an entire model of card game? Wtv, I guess he got demoted at some point and now he’s at the same level as a Google temp.

Duke used to air on international TV, just throwing that out there. He used to be a very big deal. Course, for all we know, maybe he also got locked out of his game store all the freakin time?

Anyway, he finds some random room he’s decided is the security room and uh...

Starts just mashing buttons.

I assume that he was just mashing the entire time it took for this duel to last, PS, because we all know that password, but does Duke? Is Duke, in fact, the only character left on this show that doesn’t know Pegasus’ password because he wasn’t there in most of S1?

(read more under the cut)

As Joey is playing Mai, he’s noticed that she is freaking out, but only intermittently. She’s going in between personalities like Yugi and Pharaoh.

In the show it makes it seem like she’s “Snapping out of it” as far as the Orichalcos’ effects go. But like...becoming a stumbling crying mess in between card draws is sort of like...not making Joey look like a good guy.

In fact, this episode goes out of their way to try and paint him a hero but they didn’t accomplish that. They start to. It starts to look like that. As Mai is breaking down, she loses her weird Oricalchos ability to no longer feel fear, and Joey takes the opportunity to try and get her to away from the dark side.

Thing is, the duel has already started so it’s kind of moot now since neither she nor Joey really know how to end the duel without killing the other. So it’s like he’s trying to reach out to her the only way he can since this duel wasn’t his choice anyway, but it is in a way that is killing both of them. Symbolism, I guess. 

You know, it seemed like the show just needed a way to put a timer over Joey’s head and this was the only excuse they could give because the right thing to have done is just not play anything.

And that whole thing last episode where Pharaoh was like “there is ONE way out of this situation” I assumed would be about a tie. I kind of just assumed a tie would take place like between Kaiba and Alister...instead...it got weird.

First off, Valon--out of all people, Valon the drug card pusher of the wacky accent--decided to be more heroic than any of our heroes who are currently just gawking at a force field.

It’s been like 4 seasons since Yugi jumped and hung off the edge of a clocktower, only holding on by the point of his pyramid puzzle, and I keep seeing situations where we could see Yugi impress us yet again and instead he keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground while random ass Valon just shoots into the air like a rubber band.

Why didn’t I just assume that when Pharaoh said “I know how to beat this.” he meant to punch it directly in the face?

I’m pretty sure it’s an allusion to the fact that Oricalchos takes away your sense of fear that these three are constantly being huge idiots and jumping off ledges and out of airplanes but like...

...they are wearing a lot of padding, to be fair.

(I joke about Joey getting possessed as if he hasn’t been already)

And so Valon, this evil as hell villain who’s probably killed countless numbers of people up until now just starts freaking out about Mai. Like, a lot for this show. Like we even get a really awkward death squeeze. And like she ain’t even dead.

Almost like Severus Snape in that awkward Harry Potter Movie flashback, but Valon actually dated her once (I could go off about the Harry Potter movies but I’ll spare you.) It’s just every time Mai passes out there will be some man crying over her that she doesn’t even seem remotely aware of when she’s awake.

Like remember how Mai got engaged and she forgot? At the time I thought that was super weird but I’m starting to realize she probably just took a nap or something and then boom.

So although none of this is Raphael’s business, he’s so annoyed at Valon for possibly pissing off Darts that he decides to deflect his anger onto Pharaoh--who wasn’t even participating in this duel.

I mean Raphael wanted to kill Pharaoh anyway but it still feels like kind of a reach.

Speaking of reach...I miss our really good storyboarder. Check out that foreshortened hand. Man Yugioh, the whiplash from good to eh. It’s so much whiplash.

So, in a burst of green light, the three bikers vanish.

And I guess now they can just use Mai’s bike whenever, because it’s not like she’s gonna use it. But I doubt very much Tristan will remember that.

And so, this is about where this episode’s romance goes a little weird because Joey just...

Am I supposed to want Joey to break up Valon and Mai? Like I know one time Joey attempted to take a fireball for her (but didn’t, that was Pharaoh, who isn’t currently crying about Mai despite taking a fireball for her), and then another time Joey dueled Marik for her (and lost.) But like...then Joey lost touch with her for over a year and legitimately didn’t seem bothered until just now when she showed up.

Valon not only seems at least 2 years older than Joey, he’s also stuck around with her for longer than a week, which is much longer than the amount of time that Joey Wheeler has spent with her (while she was conscious). And listen I don’t ship, you know me, but I feel like the show isn’t doing a good job to convince me that Valon is anything but loyal to Mai. Just throwing that out there.

It just comes off that Joey is jealous and unable to cope with Mai being around another guy, when it’s like...Joey...Mai was gone for over a year. You can’t claim dibs anymore. It’s possessive this episode to a degree I don’t think the writers wanted to go. It feels like an accident that they wrote him like this.

I guess, story wise, Joey needs a reason to duel and be on this show--but why must it always gravitate around a girl who’s actually just fine without him?

Like Mai right now is a mess but she wants to be this mess. Personally I think he should respect her decision and give her space but I guess this show really wants to go the angle of “If your friend goes off the deep end, dive after them” to which I would like to say “or don’t.”

Like I think this is all on a case by case basis, but...Mai’s MURDERED people (and a gas station). Although one of them was Pegasus, who doesn’t count, this is still a situation where you should maybe avoid your friend and just call the cops already. If there has been a murder, especially if there’s been over 20 murders, it’s OK to finally call the cops. Mai is a SERIAL MURDERER, which should never mean “she can come back.”

I mean it’s not like any of these kids decided to start hanging out with Marik, right? And I mean they kinda all decided unanimously that maybe they should hold back chilling with Bakura? This should be old hat for them now. They’ve had to deal with the murderous betraying friend so many times. Why must Mai be so special?

But I guess that is Joey’s whole shpeal, isn’t it? That’s Joey’s magical superpower? He wouldn’t be friends with Yugi if he was bothered by his friend occasionally going Pure Asshole. And Joey did have a darker background himself (which is something the show keeps telling me but I have never actually seen because we haven’t seen it in Season Zero. Which honestly means I should do a Season Zero next because how long am I going to wait to watch that Joey backstory?)

So I guess I should stop being so practical about it, this is a fantasy story, and the fantasy of Joey Wheeler is that he can actually try to keep the people in his life from going topside and it actually works. The most magical person in all of Yugioh if that’s true because you ever try and change a drug addict? There’s a reason why they have therapists for that.

Speaking of topside,

Kaiba just shows up in the middle of a Joey meltdown and youknow what? He’s barely even that surprised that these guys are in San Fransisco crying on the floor of his ex-competitor’s lobby. He’s just so used to this.

And so, we’re all going to ignore Joey and just try not to notice Rex and Weevil and instead talk about cards.

Ps in the show Mokuba says his brother “swept the floor” of Alister when like...Seto nearly died multiple times. Mokuba’s so ready to lie his face off to save his brother’s face when like...no one asked. He just volunteered this information.

That and Mokuba might not actually know how this game is played (NO ONE REALLY KNOWS) and legitimately thinks his brother did really good in that card game. We still don’t know entirely what the title “Battle Commissioner” even meant and knowing this company it was probably a secret job made to hide lots and lots of illicit insider trading. Because we all know Mokuba wasn’t playing cards.

So, Yugi remembers that he has this key card that is a card with a key printed on it, and figures...it probably opens a door or something. That maybe they should do that thing they came to California to do, and since all (counts on fingers) 9 of them (10 if you count Pharaoh) are here, they may as well all do it together.

Meanwhile, every animator in that studio cried a single tear over the amount of bad hair they will have to shove into every frame between 9 of these people. Crowd scenes wow.

And what’s great about this next shot is that you have no idea which way Joey’s head is pointed. I dare you. take it in.

And so they all go up to the top floor with Duke Devlin while these two are just...still here.

Rex and Weevil are still here. Despite everything.

(forgive me if this is a joke I forgot I read off of tumblr once. I’ve been reviewing this show so long I just...I don’t remember what jokes I’ve already made)

(Also, I can’t believe they stuck in Rex and Weevil but didn’t put in Mokuba into this shot.)

So they open the cryptic door with the cryptic Keycard and enter...Pegasus’ room of toon suits.

I imagine he just pulls these out whenever there’s an event in the city, just like “Hell yes hell yes it’s Bay to Breakers time to be a parrot with boobs for some reason.”

(fun fact, despite the weather, SF is home to 3 clothes-optional beaches. You can see two of them from the Bridge.)

And so Pegasus decides to tell everybody what we already know. Rex and Weevil have overheard this, but they’re busy like...looking for trading cards in all these mascot suits. Whatever makes it easier for this team of animators. Like you never really think about it, but kid’s shows have just a hell ton of crowd scenes. Worse than a Marvel comic right here.

PS, if you are designing a comic or a drawn story of any degree--just never allow a party to be more than 4 people at a time, Kill off anyone you have to in order to make this happen, you’ll thank me later. Never EVER a draw a crowd scene. Once you do, then other people will think that you can draw crowd scenes, and you never, ever want anyone to know that.

It was nice of Pegasus to let Arthur Hawkin’s take the fame for Atlantis, I guess. But like...Pegasus just...he really doesn’t seem to care about the fate of humanity unless it inconveniences his card game.

Bro brought up “how much do you think Pharaoh even knows about America other than it’s a place across the sea that Rebecca lives? Like do you think that he has a good grasp on there being 7 continents?” and I’m guessing...not much. Course this is like a weird America with mesas and deserts in Napa so...I don’t know if the animators have a good grasp even.

Anyway, where do you think the key is?

And What do you think the key is?

So in the show Kaiba sees this card and goes “It’s a worthless card” (because I dunno maybe he forgot for the zillionth time that this was how he got turned into a playing card) and then Pharaoh replies “Maybe to you it is.” and like...

...You know the thought crossed Pharaoh’s mind.

To just put a little Seto in there.

Youknow, it took me 4 seasons but I can deffo see why and how Pegasus did it. If I were in Pegasus’ shoes, how long would it take me before the Kaiba kids are paper? Like 10-20 minutes tops? Especially with how completely insane Kaiba acts this episode?

And speaking of endless denial, Joey still hasn’t quite caught up to the plot.

He’s getting there, but he’s mentally still crying on the floor of the lobby.

Just Joey going all ham about a girl he hasn’t thought about in over a year. And then from the other side of the room, Kaiba is still coming to terms with Ep 2.

Like you have to hand it to Duke Devlin that not once in this entire series has he had a denial meltdown. Even Yugi had a denial meltdown (at several points) but Duke? Duke’s just winging it. Dukes just has no idea what’s happening or what he’s doing and is just winging it every second he’s been alive. He’d fit right into San Fransisco.

Like remember Duke hangs out in the bad parts of the Tenderloin for some reason, he deals with PG&E just deleting your power willy nilly and still making you pay for it, Comcast, Bay Area traffic, and, of course, the entire North Bay lighting on fire once a year, so he’s totally fine when it comes to cards.

And so Yugi, just unable to think of any solution to Kaiba being a wall just holds this up

And so with that, Kaiba has joined the party. I guess.

Well, back to eating this large stack of holiday cookies. Hope y’all have a good one--happy holidays! 

It’s been a very weird year, but we’ve had some good news here in the States recently, I’m sure you all heard about it, that Inktober is legally unprofitable so now that means there will be nigh an Inktober ever again, and I am so stoked. I am so excited that the decade of hellish Inktobers is finally over.

That and the other stuff that happened but we won’t get into that ;)

Hopefully I’ll do another post before 2020 but I’m sort of in denial that 2020 is happening so I’m doing my best not to look at the calendar.

And if you just got here, this is where you can read my recaps in Chrono order from S1 Ep1

#yu gi oh #yugioh #ygo #episode recap #photo recap #joey wheeler #mai valentine #yugi muto #valon #raphael #seto kaiba #tristan taylor #tea gardner #more dragons #maxamillion pegasus #duke devlin #pegasus #rex and weevil #s4 #ep 9

[presleepthoughts]

but...but...WHY???? Now I need to k ew what happens in powerless!

Haha 😂 you will. Here’s another chapter. Once again, if you’d like to read more just let me know. I love hearing from you.

Ps. it’s my birthday today and I turned 21 so…if someone wants to take me out to drink, I’m in. 😂😬🎉😉 jk. 

Powerless - Chapter 3

Chloe giggled as Tom placed open-mouthkisses down her neck but the girl tried to push him away.

“Tom…I need to go. The game started.Aubrey’s gonna kill me if I’m late again.” Chloe protested as she felt Tom’shand slip underneath her cheerleader skirt and grab her bottom. She smirked andslapped the wondering hand away and stood back a step.

“Enough. I’ll see you at theafterparty.”

Tom rolled his eyes but nodded,packing her lips one more time. “And we can finish what we started, right?” Heasked, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Chloe smile and patted his cheek.

“We’ll see.” She winked in goodbye andwatched as Tom walked out from under the bleachers with a smirk.

Chloe shook her head fondly and turnedthe other way, quickly walking to the right side. If Aubrey caught her againwith Tom, instead of being out and cheering on the football field, she’s goingto be in a lot of trouble.

She smoothed down her tousled hair tonot look like she just had a ten minute make out session and picked up hersteps.

Suddenly her ears picked up a painedgroan deeper underneath the bleachers and Chloe stopped. She glanced around herbut she couldn’t see anybody.

“Hello?” She called out but nobodyanswered. “Is somebody there?”

She cautiously walked closer,squinting her eyes against the darkness when she discovered somebody lying onthe ground, unconscious.

“Oh my God!” She breathed out as sheran to the body and fall down on her knees beside her. Her eyes widen as sherecognized the girl as Beca Mitchell. Although, they never spoke, they sharedalmost all of their classes together.  

Not knowing what to do, Chloe placedher palms on Beca’s shoulder and gently but firmly shook the smaller girl untilBeca opened her eyes heavily.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chloe asked withconcerned eyes as she watched Beca blink rapidly then suddenly sat up, eyeswiden in fear. Chloe leaned back to avoid the collision with the brunette’shead.

“It’s okay. Calm down. Everything’sgoing to be fine.” She soothed. “Do you remember what happened?”

Beca screwed up her face as a painstroked through her spine, momentarily numbing her limbs and blurring hervision. “I – I think…um, I fainted?” She phrased the sentence more like aquestion because she honestly didn’t remember anything after leaving Stacie.

Chloe nodded. “Do you have your phonewith you? I don’t have pockets so I left it in the locker room.” She gestureddown to her cheerleader uniform with a sheepish smile.

Beca furrowed her eyebrows. “Why do youneed my phone?” She asked confusedly as she tried to make sense of whathappened. Suddenly the crowd from the stands cheered loudly and Beca cupped herhands over her ears as the obnoxious sound caught through her eardrums, pullinga painful yell from her lungs.

Chloe looked alarmed as she leanedcloser. “What? Beca, what happened?” She scanned their surroundings but findingnothing worthy of Beca’s fright. Focusing back on the brunette the crowdsettled down again and Beca slowly lowered her hands. Placing her palms on her barethighs, Chloe studied the brunette.

“It’s okay. It’s me.” She said soothingly.“Chloe.”

Beca frowned dazedly. “I know you.Chloe Beale. We have history together. With that bitch, Mrs. Andrews.”

That remark earned her a sweet gigglefrom the redhead and Beca wanted to smile.

“I’m not sure she’d appreciate youcalling her that…” Chloe shook her head fondly and distractively put her palmon Beca’s thigh.

All of a sudden, everything aroundBeca slowed down and her eyes snapped to the contact, watching in slow motionas Chloe’s thumb swept back and forth over her jeans. She frowned in confusionat the strange scene, hyper aware of everything around her. Chloe’s movingmouth bought her back to the present, knocking Beca back to reality and out ofher daze.  

“I think you need to go to thehospital. You should see a doctor.” Chloe suggested and stood up, offering ahand to Beca to slowly pull her up.

Beca wobbled unsteadily and Chloequickly put her arm around her waist, holding her secure to her body. “Yougood?”

Swallowing, Beca stepped away. “Yes.I’m fine. Never been better.”

Chloe eyed her suspiciously. “If yousay so…But seriously, are you going to be okay? Because I should’ve been out onthe field twenty minutes ago. I really need to go if I still want to be on theteam but I won’t leave you here to faint again. It was really scary.”

Beca crossed her arms over her chestand lowered her head toward the ground. “I’m like, totally fine. You don’t needto worry about me, Chloe. I’ll think I’m gonna go home. Rest… and stuff.”

Chloe nodded, pursing her lipstogether. “You should do that. I really hate to leave you here but I need togo. Did you come with anybody?”

“Yeah, with Stacie. But I’ll text her.She can take me home.” Beca explained. “She really loves these games, though.”

“I get the feeling that you’re not abig fan of sports.” Chloe commented but didn’t wait for a reply as she walkedbackwards. “I hope I’ll see you around, Beca.” With a dazzling smile theredhead retreated out from under the bleachers, leaving the brunette to standalone.

Take the twenty-minute walk back tothe house, Beca studied the needle marks the whole way over. She found out theywere sensitive to the touch but couldn’t resist sliding her thumb over themevery few minutes just to make sure they were real and she wasn’thallucinating. The straight blue line from her wrist all the way to her heartseemed to disappear, making the brunette breath easier, although her vision andsense of touch heightened to an extreme level.

Each passing cars’ headlight blindedher to the point where she had to stop because she couldn’t see any longer.Unconsciously, she touched the strap of her backpack only for the material tostick to her palm and wouldn’t come off. Beca frowned in bewilderment and triedto shake it off but it wouldn’t budge.

Taking the backpack off, Beca watchedin shock as she raised her arm with her palm open toward the ground and thestrap of the bag hanging from her hand, completely stuck to her skin.

She turned left into a vacant valley andgave a violent shake with her arm and the backpack finally hit the ground.Lifting her hands, Beca observed her palm and widened her eyes at what she saw.

Her vision sharpened at the tiny setulesall of which ended in a triangle tip, layering the tip of her fingers,invisible to the naked eye. Stepping closer to the wall, she carefully touchedthe surface and it resulted in the same way as to her bag, sticking right onit.

Securing her balance, Beca took a deepbreath and ripped her hands off, almost smacking herself in the face because ofthe force.

Completely freaking out, she snatchedthe bag off the ground and took off running toward home and tried to clear hermind and not think about the oblivious.

Something wasn’t right.

Where r u?

Beca read Stacie’s text message forthe nth time, trying to come up with an acceptable excuse instead of writingthe truth. She wanted to keep this…thing – whatever it may be – to herself alittle longer, until she had time to figure something out. She stood in frontof the main door to her house, phone in hand as she paced the patio.

Chewing her bottom lip, Beca glanced throughthe kitchen window into the empty home. She knew he got stuck downstairs in hislab and wouldn’t come up until the morning, leaving Beca alone, which the tinybrunette well appreciated.

I’m gettingworried. Can you pls answer me?

Another text came through, stealingBeca’s attention down to her phone and she quickly wrote out a reply.  

sorry. had togo. tell you later.

Slipping the device back in herpocket, she turned the doorknob but found it locked. Beca frowned, fingerssearching for her keys in her jeans but realized she left them in her bedroom.

She considered calling him to let herin but interrupting him would only result in anger and Beca would’ve liked toescape the interaction for tonight, on top of everything.

Sighing, she walked around the house andinto the back garden, underneath her window. Looking up at the second floor,she glanced down at her hands, a crazy, insane idea entered her mind.

So, taking a deep breath ofpreparation, she held her palm over her head to the surface of the wall andlifted her right foot and jumped with the other. She closed her eyes, ready toslip right off the wall but to her utter surprise, she stuck securely. Her eyeswiden in amazement, a large grin spread over her face as she looked up andbegan to climb.

With each pull and push, she feltconfident and reached her windowsill in no time. Popping it open, Beca easilyjumped through landing on her feet, a disbelieving laugh bubbling out of her.

What the hell just happened?

#bechloe #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #Beca x Chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #spiderman au #marvel universe #fanfiction #request

[undert33th]

I really like your Chara design can you talk about your interpretation of them?

First off tysm !!!!!!! I’m so glad u like them ;0

Second off yes of course ! Here’s a few things about them :

-they r mongolian-american

-they lived in northern Oregon/southern Washington for most of their life on the surface, both in civilization and out on the woods (I’ve always had this idea of Chara being a forager, super self sufficient, it’s one of the first things I developed abt my interpretation of them)

-lived in a group home as a child (along with that they love kids !)

-Chara has inattentive ADHD as well as bipolar disorder

-SpIn’s include: fungi, knives, sewing and geometry (which they suck at but it’s challenging and stimulating and fun work)

-they were 9 when they ‘fell’ underground and 12 when The Plan was enacted

And now for more game related stuff:

-i whole-heartedly support NarraChara

-I know everyone likes to think that Chara has a special connection with Frisk but I like to think that they could interact the same way with every fallen (that includes influencing their choices)

-going with influencing the choices of the fallen they initially did their best to cause the children to fail in hopes of saving their family after death

-they talk Like That at the end of NM to appear more intimidating (by Like That I mean like a walking dictionary)

-the no mercy route was NOT their doing (I like to think of the player as an entity, while Chara is more of just an outside force if that makes any sense? Chara can certainly control Frisk as a vessel, but only of A) frisk has given them that option, B) they’re anxious/angry/emotional enough that their power amps up and allows them to overtake frisks living soul, or C) the player is controlling Frisk through Chara) (I can post more of my ghost stuff if y'all want it just shoot me an ask) back on track for this one the no mercy route was not their doing, but they do give you, the player, not frisk, an ultimatum at the end of the no mercy route because they’re fucking pissed at you

-Goopy Chara? Cool! It’s congealed blood

-Chara only finds out that Flowey is Asriel in true lab which is why its so weird (i cannot for the life of me find the post but its super popular, probably a birdsareblooming or undertale-in-2k19 post)

Personality wise:

-theyre super skittish and jumpy. Startle at everything and wear headphones Everywhere

-theyre semi-verbal and have selective mutism (won’t speak in public at all, rarely in front of Toriel and Asgore, and frequently to Asriel and Frisk)

-with that, they’re super light on their feet and hardly make any noise when moving

-also; very quick and hard to catch

-they tend to fall apart under pressure . In a situation where something is expected of them they’ll either overwork themselves into a burnout or stop functioning all together .

-very logical and has a hard time processing strong emotions (mostly anger)

-does a lot of mimicking and can take a while to trust

-hyper empathetic 

-they can be very charming and good at manipulation; take that how you will

Extra HC’s:

-Chara knows magic! It’s not much, and it really drains them, but Asgore taught them (it’s mostly enacted through hand signs and they know healing and self defense)

-they stim a ton! Cracking their knuckles and chewing are the big ones

-Worn Dagger is a survival knife gifted by an older human brother from before falling who I’m referring to currently as Anthony . It’s got a wood and resin handle and a seven inch blade with gold embossing of flowers (specifically daisies). The sheath is hand made and embroidered by them !

-they know sign language and are constantly making new slang terms . Their signing is so modified and personalized that a lot of people have a hard time understanding what theyre saying

-arthritis in their hands and wrists from a couple injuries that never healed right and constant use of their knife only made it worse (they have these splints designed to look like gloves that hold their wrist in place)

-listen to me . Listen to me. They get their hands on Tetris and never let go . Tetris is the coolest game to them . Have y'all seen Tetris tournaments ? If not watch one they’re addictive . Chara gets in . Chara rocks it . They don’t win but they get up there . They fucking rock at Tetris guys

-also after frisk shows them minecraft they fucking lose it okay . ‘Frisk’ starts making houses or rooms fully furnished for seemingly no-one and Tori only . raises an eyebrow

-they listen to lots of rock and early 2000′s alternative/techno once they can get their hands on it. Frisk hates it so they’ll debate about it a lot

-super sensitive to smell and textures

(ps: its worth mentioning that a lot of my chara is based around myself! chara is one of my comfort characters and so a lot of them is just kinda … me, or who i wish i was on some level owo)

and might as well throw in some thoughts on canon compliant chara:

-we dont really know much about canon chara, but theyve shown to be somewhat manipulative and have a really strong case of suicidal idealization . this sort of ties into the idea of them being a martyr, the future of humans and monsters; thats like a huge fucking load for a kid to carry that i definitely feel could have some effect on mental health. like, telling a kid that they’re the future of two separate races, while theyre also learning about 1) how horrifically humans acted towards monsters and 2)  how the barrier can be broken, especially while already having a tendency towards self harmful actions (i.e: jumping off a fucking mountain), and given how presumably awfully humans treated them in comparison to all the kindness theyve been shown by monsters, I think I’d get some ideas too.

- I’ve already said that i don’t think they’re evil, and I’ll stand by that opinion until the day of my death

-that said, their plan was flawed. I mean, obvi. the things they did, such as attempt suicide on 2 occasions,  and succeed on one with the help of Asriel (as well as taking him down with them !) were wrong for quite a few reasons. I think ultimately they were blinded by the pressure placed on them, whether it was intentional or not, and not having a place to diffuse that anxiety, they sort of absorbed it and honed it into a plan to save everyone important (monsters, who showed some bare minimum decency and kindness) and kill everyone who wasn’t (that being themself.) And, once the first part of that plan succeeded, they sort of exploded; being on the surface, with humans, the people who hurt them, the people they hated, was a good enough motive to release all that built up tension .

-also, i might as well go into no mercy- I think Chara winds up with a lot of power, a lot of anxiety, and anger built up, so when every monster in the underground is killed theyre sort of gaining power bit by bit- until the end, after you kill flowey, and we get to meet them for real . I think they’re pissed off, and they try to convince you that you’re in the right, they thank you, etc; they try to appeal to the player, who throughout the run weve only seen as a mindless killing machine, in an attempt to get you to erase the world and go back on your decisions . When you don’t, they get frustrated, explode, using all the power they’ve gained through the run to erase the file themself.

I just . I dunno . i could talk about chara for hours please ask me more questions about them

#man oh man ! #long post #txt #chara #blease ask me about bitch of living and K9 #also would yall be interested in fic ? #i have an ask !!!!!!!!!

[rickstexaschick]

Right Path, Wrong Time

It was the end of my first week and I’d had my worst day yet.  Why I took this sales job, I had no idea.  I didn’t have a clue about shoes.  My shoe preference was flip flops.

Throughout the day, my phone buzzed with texts from Rick.

”Hey. What r u doin?”

“Working.  What else?”

"I have a huge boner with your name on it."

"Cut it out.  I'm at work."

"Think I need to come in and get this bad boy measured."

"Don't you dare..."

I had a mental image of him strolling into the store and laying his huge cock out on one of the old fashioned Brannock foot measurement devices, and I burst out laughing.  Customers and co-workers looked over at me.

Two more hours crawl slowly went by.  I thought this day would never end.  The customers kept coming in.  School was starting in a few weeks and it was as if the store had announced a special "Mother/Daughter Back to School" sale.  Every client coming in was a duo or trio of a mom with 1 or 2 daughters.  Everyone wanted to try on at least three things in two different sizes.  Nobody bought anything.  I could barely keep up.  I had to skip my lunch, it was that busy.  Soon a huge stack of shoe boxes was piling up on the back counter, waiting to be restocked.

My phone buzzed again.

“How’s the world of high fashion foot wear?”

"It's shit.  This job sux.  I hate my life."

The phone buzzed.  I ignored him and tried to restock as many rejected shoes as I could before another customer came in.  My phone continued to buzz from time to time but I was too busy to look at it.  Two more hours pass.  Only one more hour to go, then my shift would be done.

“How’s it goin’?  Ready to quit yet?”

“Fuck off.  I’m busy.  Home after 5.”

"PS: I hate my job.  Sorry I told you to fuck off."  Because I didn't mean it, really.  I know he was just trying to cheer me up.

Finally, my shift ended.  I stayed long enough to put away the remaining rejected shoes from the customers I’d waited on.  The store was still pretty busy, with three more hours to go before it closed.  I grabbed my purse and got out the door before they asked me to stay an extra hour and help to restock everybody else’s as well.  I checked my phone as I walked to my car.  No more texts.  Huh....  I called him.  No answer.  Really?

I got home to my small apartment, expecting to find him sitting on my couch, watching tv.  Instead, the place was empty and dark.  Well, fuck.  Really?!  He’d texted me all goddamned day...  Was this because I'd told him to fuck off?

Slightly pissed off, I went into my bedroom and undressed.  I took a long, hot shower, then changed into a pair of baggy sweatpants, an old soft t-shirt, and my favorite flip flops, then went to the kitchen to nuke a TV dinner.  I ate it while watching the last of the 6 o'clock news, then dumped the plastic container in the trash and rinsed my fork off in the sink.  That’s when I saw the 2-portal chip on the counter, resting on top of a piece of paper with a note written in Rick’s usual, barely legible scrawl.

”Babe, push this once when you get home.  Don’t wear your damn flip flops.  R.”

Huh.  I stood there, inspecting the chip.  I’d only seen one once before.  Same situation: sitting on a note in the kitchen, waiting for me to find it the first thing in the morning when I came out from my bedroom, sleepy and yawning, and still wearing the over-sized t-shirt that I had slept in.  I hadn’t had any coffee yet, and wasn’t exactly awake. I didn’t read the note before I picked up the chip, and accidentally pressed it while I was standing there looking at it.

And suddenly found myself standing in a crowded alien nightclub, still with a bad case of bed head hair, barefoot, and my tits clearly visible through my white shirt.  And, if I bent over just slightly, it was obvious to anyone who glanced in my direction that I wasn’t wearing any panties, either.  I was mortified.  Rick was torn between being annoyed with me and laughing at me.

Actually, I don’t think he was very torn because he was mostly laughing.  And he refused to leave before he finished his drink.

Eventually, he let me put on his lab coat.  Eventually.  Then we'd....  Well, suffice it to say that things ended on an "up" note.

I stood there, remembering all that, while looking at the chip.  It was the size of a silver dollar, deep gold in color with a stylized “R” on one side and an engraved image of The Citadel on the other.  I’d never been to The Citadel, but Rick had told me that that’s what it was, so....

Maybe I was meeting him at a bar or a club again.  I went back to my bedroom and traded my sweatpants for a pair of jeans, a more decent top, and kicked off my flip flops in favor of comfortable low-heeled boots.  Got back to the kitchen and picked up the chip, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pressed it.

With a sizzling pop, I was standing in a dimly lit clearing that was bordered by tall, dark trees.  The ground was soft, almost spongy beneath my feet.  There were little hillocks here and there, covered with soft moss.  After the harsh fluorescent lights of my kitchen it took my eyes a few moments to adjust.  Off to the west the sun was setting.  The air was warmer here, but not as humid.  It was heady with the sweet scent of flowers.  A breeze blew overhead, sounding like the soft chorus of a string quartet.  The music swelled in volume as the breeze approached, then trailed off as the breeze passed by.  Quiet, single-toned musical notes followed its course; they were in perfect harmony with the breeze quartet.  They sounded like the strings of a harp, each an individual note, softly plucked, then echoing away into silence.

I looked up to the source of the music and gasped with delight.  Clusters of huge, cream-colored trumpet-shaped flowers were hanging head-down from vines growing high above in the trees.  I watched as each flower became suffused with a softly colored light as the breeze moved it, producing the note.  Each flower glowed in a different color than its neighbor and had a different tone.  Tiny sparkles of color drifted down like fairy dust from the heavy-headed stamens protruding from the center of each flower.  The sparkles and the light in the flower gradually faded along with the sound, until another breeze came along and gently moved the bloom again.  The flowers’ musical tones and colors changed each time.  I stood there listening to the beautiful sounds.  Fascinated, I cranked my neck back so I could take in the amazing technicolor show above me that accompanied the music.

It was like Mother Nature’s version of a Pink Floyd Laser Light Show.  After my crappy day at work, this place was more soothing than a glass of wine and a hot bath.  The stress of my day and my irritation with Rick drained away and I felt immediately at peace.  I wanted to lie down against one of those soft little mossy hillocks and stare up above me.  I could have laid there for hours.

It was then that I realized that one or two petals from each flower had drifted to the ground and continued to glow with their soft colors.  They almost appeared to be deliberately laid out in a path along a trail which led out of the clearing and deeper into the woods.  The petals lay only along this trail, none had fallen randomly anywhere else.  When I looked at them, they began to glow more brightly, then dimmed again.  They did this in sequence, over and over, leading off into the distance.  The message was obvious: “Come this way...”

I walked along this pretty path of petals.  If I happened to step on one, it would emit the same single-note tone that it had rung when it was part of the flower, and its light would slowly darken to black as the tone faded away.  The path gently curved back and forth, then gradually began sloping uphill.  I looked back the way I had come and realized that the ground behind me was only partially lit with the few petals that remained untrampled.  And I couldn’t even see the clearing anymore.  The sun had set and it had rapidly grown dark, and also colder.  I had just been too distracted to notice.  I wish Rick had told me to bring a jacket.

Off in the distance to my left a deep howl called out.  It sounded very much like a wolf but I couldn’t be sure what it was, since I clearly wasn’t on Earth anymore, Toto.... I smiled grimly to myself.   To my right, somewhat closer to me, an answering howl sent shivers of fear down my spine.

Oh, my Holy Fucking Jesus.  Where in the fuck has he sent me?  Trying to stay calm, I increased my pace to a fast walk, taking care not to step on the petals anymore.  No use calling more attention to myself than I already had, and I might need the path of light to direct me back the way I had come.  A third howl sounded out behind me, still some distance away, but definitely closer than the other two.  I took a chance to look back over my shoulder and realized that the path of petals had disappeared and the woods were completely dark.  Ahead of me the petals were lying farther and farther apart, their light definitely dimmer than when I'd first started on this fucked up adventure.  I didn't have a flashlight, or even my cell phone.

The howls echoed eerily around me again, closer.

Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  What the bloody fuck?!  I started to run, pelting uphill along the path.  It seemed to go on forever and after several minutes I had to stop and lean over to catch my breath as I clutched at a painful stitch that dug into my side.  I’d definitely let myself get out of shape, and the soft ground was hard to run on, not to mention being uphill.  I could feel hotspots on my feet where blisters were starting to form---these boots were not made for running, that's for sure.  (Despite my growing fear, right then Nancy Sinatra popped up in my head, right on cue...)

My mouth was dry with fright and all the running.  I licked my lips, trying to generate some spit.  Over my panting gasps for air I heard another howl off to my left, definitely closer.  Choking back a sob of fear, I took off running again, silently grateful that, whatever Rick had gotten me into, at least the bastard had told me not to wear my flip flops...

tbc

#RickSanchez Rick and Morty

[fallfromgracefic]

Fall From Grace, pt. I

Note: this is the first part of I-don’t-know-how-many. It’s my first fic so please send me feedback! 

Synopsis: Grace has flitted around the same circle as Calum, making them friendly acquaintances. While on a writing retreat in Australia she becomes closer with Calum and his band mates. Will jealousy and unrequited love tear the band apart?

Probably rated R, 2.5K words. Calum x fictional character

Ps. mad thanks to @calumthomcs for encouraging me to post this. 

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The room was full of bodies, pulsating to the beat of music filling the room. Long hair cascading down Grace’s back as she shook her head to the beat. Her eyes fluttered closed as the music took her over. She was dancing close to Emilia who was bopping to her own rhythm, hips shaking and hands above her arms. Grace grabbed Emilia’s hand and turned her so they danced face to face, their fingers entwined at their sides. Grace shimmied her body down against Emilia’s so that she was at eye level with the little strip of exposed skin where the bottom of her shirt barely touched the top of her skirt. She tilted her head back to glance up at her friend who gazed back down at her making faces of mock seduction.

Emilia took Grace by the chin and lifted her so that their lips almost touched, hips pressed together. Grace was always able to bring out Emilia’s wild side. Her hand found its way to the small of Emilia’s back and pulled her closer, leaning her head in to whisper in her ear. “Look at them.”

At the edge of the room where the makeshift dance floor ended, stood Calum and Michael, backs up against an unlit fireplace, their eyes glued to the scene in front of them. Michael had been the first to notice and elbowed Calum in the ribs to get his attention. Luke and Ashton stood a few feet away, absorbed in conversation with a small group of people.

Pop music continued to pulse through the small hotel room where the party began. Four boys from Sydney, Australia had just won three of their country’s top music awards. The small gathering of just the boys and a handful of their friends had turned into an all night dance party. Bodies packed together in the small entryway to create a makeshift dance floor and the kitchenette counter was covered with dozens of bottles of tequila and vodka.

Michael leaned closer to shout in Calum’s ear. “Dude. Look.” and nodded towards the front of the room where Grace had maneuvered her body so that her bottom pressed small circles against Emilia’s pubic bone. Her eyes fluttered closed again as a corner of her mouth twitched upwards. She could feel Calum’s eyes flow over her entire body, resting at the place where her back met Emilia.

Michael nudged him further in the direction of the dance floor in an attempt to get Calum to make a move. Calum took a deep breath, handed his plastic cup to Michael, and twisted around furniture and bodies to where the girls stood entwined in each other. Luke’s head turned in their direction right as Calum reached the girls’ side.

“Mind if I cut in?” He shouted so the girls would hear him over Waterparks thumping into the room. Grace turned her body so that she was facing Calum and smiled. “No problem.” She went to move out of his way when he grabbed her arm. “I meant with you.” Grace blushed as Emilia gave her a look that spoke volumes.

Calum grabbed Grace’s hand and twirled her around as Waterparks faded into Fall Out Boy. They danced with a significant amount of space between them, inching closer after each song until their bodies pressed together in a swarm of sweat and alcohol. His hands had found a place on her side and moved slowly down until they held her bottom, then twisted her around so that she could move in little circles against him. Grace tilted her head back into him, pulling her long, already knotted, hair to one side in an attempt to cool her sticky skin and prevent any further tangles from being caught between them. Calum slid his hands around to her hips, pressed his face into her shoulder and sighed. Grace raised her right arm to place on Calum’s neck, holding his mouth up against her skin.

The song ended and in the two second interval before the next song started, Calum whispered, “Come upstairs with me” into her ear. She twisted her neck around so that their eyes met.

“Lead the way”

***

They reached the 24th floor and Calum swiped them into his suite. The sitting room held a cream colored sofa and two black leather chairs with a large dining table and chandelier just behind it. Grace ran her hand across the supple leather and made her way to the window where the reflection of the Sydney Opera House glistened in the harbor. “Wow, your view is way better than mine. All I can see is the side of the building next door.”

Calum laughed as he sunk down into the sofa, leaning his head back and stretching his legs out in front of him. Grace turned her head to see Calum smile as his eyes fluttered closed. She took off her jacket and laid it gently across one of the dozen clothed chairs surrounding the dining room table and made her way over to where Calum sat.

She walked right up to him and perched herself on the cushion next to him, her knees tucked under her so that they just barely touched Cal’s legs. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her without lifting it from its resting place. “All you gotta do to get a room like this is win three awards, baby.” Calum’s eyes met Grace’s where she loomed over him, her arm resting across the back of the sofa, absentmindedly stroking his hair. His eyes fluttered closed again as he leaned into her touch.

She continued to stroke Calum’s head as he lay with eyes closed. She could not take her eyes off of his beautiful face. The square jaw. The slight stubble on his chin. The full eyebrows. She took her thumb and gingerly placed it over the birthmark on his cheek. “I’ve always admired your beauty mark.”

His eyes opened and narrowed into hers. “I’ve always admired your beauty.”

Calum raised his hand so that his palm straddled her jaw and the tips of his fingers brushed her hair away behind her ear. His hand led her face down to meet his where their lips barely touched in the lightest of kiss. Their lips pulled away ever so slightly so that only the faintest contact could still be felt. Grace went in for a deeper kiss as she raised one knee up and over so that she straddled his lap. She hovered her body slightly above Calum’s to prevent him from feeling her against him. She put her hands in his hair at the back of his head and placed her pubic bone just above his, moving her hips down across his throbbing cock and slowly back up. His hands rested on the fullest part of her bottom, following each movement of her back and forth. She could feel him harden with each thrust.

Grace pulled her lips from Calum’s and straightened her back so that she sat above him, expertly undoing his belt buckle with one hand, the other pushing her hair out of her face. Calum let out a groan when her fingers lightly grazed his skin. She untucked his shirt and slid her hands underneath to feel his taut lower abdomen. The twist deep in her stomach told her to move faster. She raised both hands to his collar and began undoing the buttons one by one. Calum stared into her eyes as she focused on freeing him from the shirt. The undoing took too long for Calum’s patience so he leaned forward and used both hands to drag it over his head by the hem. He tossed the shirt beside them on the sofa and moved to begin undressing Grace.

Before he could get a hold on the hem of her dress, Grace stood up suddenly. She gazed down breathlessly at Calum as she pulled one strap down over her shoulder, then the other. The dress fell to the floor leaving Grace to stand in a black lace bustier and matching thong. Calum took in the contours of her body; small around the bust and more voluptuous from her stomach to her hips and down to her thighs. There was a slight roll of skin where an inch of bare flesh was exposed on her abdomen. He could not get enough of the curves that hugged her in all the right places.

She stood before him half-dressed and put out her arms to strike a slight, sarcastic pose. “What do you think?”

He stood up, taking one step to close the distance between them, managing to exhale a single word. “Exquisite.”

Grace laced her hands around Calum’s neck as he grabbed her by the bottom and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their mouths met again in earnest as Calum took several steps forward to the bedroom door, kicking it open with his foot. He lost his balance and stumbled into the room depositing Grace on the bed. She scooched herself backwards as Calum undid the button of his pants and stepped out of them. He stood for a moment at the foot of the bed gazing at Grace who was propped up on her elbows, legs long out in front of her. Calum placed his hands down and began to crawl towards her, lust in his eyes. Grace smiled as he drew near and their mouths touched. They began slowly, Calum hovering his body above her. His tongue slid across her bottom lip, begging to be let inside. She parted her lips to let it slip in. Calum put one leg between hers and lowered the bottom half of his body, clad only in skin tight boxer briefs, his throbbing cock pushing against the fabric, down against her. Grace brought her hand down the curve of his back, nails digging in across his skin. She moved over the curve of his bottom and brought it around to grip his erection. She could feel the wet spot on the crotch of his briefs where the sticky liquid foretold what was to come. He let out a groan at the touch, her hand grabbing the length of him, pulling up and down over the fabric separating their skin.

Calum moved his mouth to her neck and began lightly sucking the skin every few inches until he reached the crest of her breast. He took one tail of the bow holding the bustier together into his mouth and tugged. The ribbon collapsed, freeing her breasts from its confines. Calum continued placing light kisses around her breasts until slipping his mouth over her nipple, tongue running circles around it. Grace’s back arched, her pubic bone thrusting into Calum’s erection. His mouth continued its journey down and across her skin until it reached the thin lacey band of her thong. He slid his tongue under the band, the silky hair follicles tickling his tongue. He sat up slightly above her, removing a hand from her breast, to slip a finger under the lace on either side of her to lower the tiny garment from around her hips. Grace lifted her lower body off the bed to aid in its removal and watched Calum fling it aside. He paused to marvel at the beauty of her now completely exposed body and muttered “You are insanely beautiful.”

Grace blushed and lifted her face up to meet his. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Their lips met in another urgent kiss as Calum lowered her back onto the surface of the bed.

His fingers traced the contours of the side of her body down to her hip bones, following the crevice down to between her legs. Heat radiated from between her thighs as Grace slowly parted her legs just enough to let a finger or two fit between them. Calum stretched a single finger down along her folds, the wetness making his cock throb even harder. Grace could feel it twitch against her thigh as Calum slowly slid his finger between her. A moan slid from her lips into his as she felt his finger circle around her entrance, pressing lightly against her, building pressure, but never fully realizing its potential. Grace’s head spun from the feeling of Calum’s skin against hers.

“You like that, baby?” he whispered into her ear. “You like it when I tease you?” She only managed a groan in reply. Calum placed a thick kiss at the base of her ear then lightly pulled her ear lobe with his teeth. After what seemed like hours of this torture but in actuality was only seconds of sheer pleasure, Calum slid his hand out from between her thighs. Grace sighed at the lifted pressure but craved his fingers against her. He brought his finger up to her mouth and slowly pushed it inside so that she could taste herself on him. She closed her lips around it and lightly sucked, running her tongue along the underside of the finger. Calum gritted his teeth at the sight of her enjoying her taste.

Their lips met again while Grace’s hand slid beneath his waistband to rest over his cock. The urgency of his kiss intensified as her hand gripped the length of him. She held onto him tightly, pulling her hand up, running a thumb over the head, smearing the sticky liquid around the tip, then pulling her hand back down to cup his balls. Grace moved her lips up his jawline in staccato kisses to rest at his earlobe. Calum brought his hand back down to the heat between her legs and brought his middle finger back inside her folds, moving up, up, up to circle her clit, the pressure changing with each round.

Their bodies stuck together from their slick skin as Grace pulled her head away from Calum’s neck. Hands continued to move in tandem as Grace finally said it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

Calum brought himself up to rest on his knees as he slid the briefs down off his hips, his cock finally springing free. He leaned over to the side to slide them fully off while reaching down to the wallet in his pants pocket. He slid the little blue package from its designated slot and tore at its corner with his teeth as he placed both knees between her waiting legs. Grace marveled at the sight of Calum rolling the condom down over his erection with one expert hand. The other he placed at the side of her head to prop himself up above her.

He lowered himself down, looking at her deeply, and said, “Are you ready?” Lust burning in his eyes, heat palpable in the room. She nodded and muttered “Yes” as the tip of his cock pressed against her cunt and pushed inside.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fan fic #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings #fan fiction #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #fall from grace #fall from grace fic #fallfromgracefic

[mysmeshc]

Hiyaaa!~ can you do RFA+V+searan (if ur comfortable) reaction when MC is really bubbly and talkative in the groupchat but irl she's awkward and shy lololol (lowkey me but oh well) also really didn't wanna use this acc of mine to request but goddamn I'm tempted PS: LOVE UR ACC

OMG YESYESYES

MC Who is Bubbly in the Chats but Shy IRL

For the sakeof making this easy we’re just gonna pretend MC is meeting them for the firsttime IRL at the party

Yoosung

·     Youwere an absolute joy to have in the chat!!

·     Literallyeverything you did made him smile.

·     Hewas so happy you were bubbly just like him!

·     Comethe day of the party, he’s practically bouncing around in his shoes, glancingevery which way in order to see the unfamiliar face he was hoping to be yours.

·     Asudden tap on his shoulders stopped him though.

·     “Hithere can I help-“ He looked down at you.

·     “H-Hi!I-I‘m, uh… I’m MC!” Your eye contact was wary, barely glancing up once tomeet his own.

·     Waitwat

·     Whereis “OMG HI YOOSUNG!!! WANNA PLAY LOLOL?” MC?

·     “M-MC?Wow! Uh… It’s amazing to finally meet you.” He grasped your hand in his, asweet smile meeting your face.

·     Youimmediately felt guilty, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

·     “Hey,listen, I’m sorry if I’m not as talkative as I usually seem. It’s a lot easierto be outgoing when there’s a screen in between, you know?” You laughedawkwardly.

·     Yoosungblushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

·     “Y-Youknow, I’m the last person who could make fun of you for being shy or awkwardbecause I’m not exactly to confident myself…” Now it was HIS turn to avoideye contact.

·     Youlooked up and gripped his hand, forcing his eyes to meet yours once again.

·     “Thankyou Yoosung. W-Would you, uh… I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t wantto! But the music is nice and-“

·     “D-Doyou want to dance, MC?”

·     “. .. Yes please.”

Zen

·     Yourbubbliness helped offset the sour mood he sometimes received from a certainsomeone *coughcoughJumincoughcough*

·     So come arrival time to the party, he has alreadypracticed the pick up lines he felt would get the cutest laugh out of you.

·     He was talking with Jaehee when he saw her turn.“Oh, MC! Please, come here.”

·     You were walking over and as soon as he laid eyes onyou he forgot every word in the English language except for hi.

·     You looked amazing.

·     “Hi, Zen, I’m MC.” You stuck out your hand, and thatwas what brought him back to earth.

·     He grabbed your hand and bent over, placing a kisson your knuckles.

·     “I guess I’ve got some competition for being thebest looking in the room.” He winked.

·     Oh ya that’ll get u

·     Exceptyou didn’t laugh and respond playfully as you normally would have.

·     Yourface went red and the only thing you could make eye contact with was the floor.

·     “T-Thankyou, Zen.” You muttered, gently rubbing your knuckles where he had kissed you.

·     Ohno

·     Hehad done an uh oh

·     “Whoa,I’m sorry MC. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just-

·     “It’sokay Zen, you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You took a deep breath, finallymaking eye contact.

·     “I’mactually very shy. Over the chat, it’s easy to be fun and outgoing, but inperson, it’s much scarier. Not that you’re scary! You’re gorgeous! I MEAN-”Zen’s laughter cut you off.

·     “MC,don’t worry. I like you just the way you are.” He gave your shoulder acomforting squeeze.

·     Yourface heated up at the compliment, but you smiled nonetheless.

·     Hemade you feel safe.

Jaehee

·     Despitehaving not met you, she already felt closer to you than she had initiallyexpected.

·     Itwas amazing to finally get a chance to meet you in person!

·     Onceyou showed up, tho, she was taken away.

·     Youlooked amazing

·     You twomade eye contact the both of you smiled.

·     “HiJaehee,”

·     Waita secarooni

·     Wasthat a BLUSH?

·     OnMC’S FACE?!!

·     Butshe was usually so bold in the chat…

·     “HiMC! It’s so lovely to meet you.” You two shook hands, and she introduced you tothe rest of the RFA.

·     Theyall had the same reactions of “r u sure this is the right MC.”

·     Shecould tell you were upset by it.

·     “MC,what’s wrong?” She asked once you two are alone.

·     “Ijust, I feel like such a disappointment, you know? It’s easy to be fun andbright when it’s over the phone, but now that it’s face to face it’s muchharder.”

·     Urpout was killing baehee

·     “Noneof us are disappointed to meet you! We all think you’re fantastic just the wayyou are.” Her fingers pet through your hair, a comforting movement she used tolove.

·     “Evenyou?” MC looked up, eyes big.

·     Jaeheelaughed, “Especially me.”

Jumin

·     Juminwas the most surprised by your personality change.

·     Heexpected you to come bounding through the doors with endless energy

·     Maybejump into his arms, as you had joked about on the chat

·     Zendid not approve.

·     Sowhen you arrived without him noticing he was perplexed to say the least.

·     Itwas halfway through the party when he found Jaehee conversing with you.

·     Okit time less go

·     “AssistandKang, it’s a pleasure to see you.” He played like he didn’t see you at first

·     don’twanna seem desperate lolol

·     “HelloMr. Han, this is MC, MC, this is Mr.-“

·     “Jumin.It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook your hand firmly, a warm smile gracinghis otherwise stoic features.

·     “I’ll,uh, I’ll leave you two to talk.” Jaehee gone yall

·     “HiJumin! It’s… It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I-I’ve really enjoyed ourconversations in the chat.” You blushed, eyes struggling to make contact withhis own.

·     Lordhave mercy on him

·     Youwere so cute

·     Ofcourse he loved your bubbly persona, but this

·     THIS

·     Hehadn’t realized he was just staring at you until you spoke again.

·     “Jumin?Are you okay?” no he wasn’t MC-

·     “Yes,of course, I’m just… very happy to finally meet you.”

·     Awehow cute

·     Yousmiled at him, looking around him to the dance floor and shuffling your feet.

·     “Wouldyou, uh, would you wanna-“

·     “Iwould be honored to join you in a dance.” His hand grabbed yours, leading youonto the floor.

Seven

·     OkayYEAH he did a background check but background checks don’t give awaypersonality types.

·     Hewas just as shocked as the rest of the RFA upon meeting you.

·     “MC!Hey! God 707 has finally gotten the chance to bless your life.” He jumped outin front of you, but instead of a quick witted response, you just… staredat him.

·     “I-I.. . uh…”

·     “Hellooooo!Earth to MC!! It’s me, Seven!” He pretended to knock on your head.

·     “Iknow who you are! I-I just don’t know what to say.” You admitted sheepishly,and he cought on pretty quickly to what your problem was.

·     “OhI get it! You’re shy! Well, don’t worry, I have enough outgoingness for theboth of us.” He winked, weaving his arm around yours.

·     707got u

·     nothinggets past this guy

·     okaya few things get past this guy

·     mostthings

·     nvm…

·     Hewas by your side the entire night, helping you deal with guests and such so youwouldn’t be so anxious.

·     He almostfollowed u into the bathroom this angel

·     “sevenI need to pee”

·     “butwhat if another guest tries to talk to you?”

·     “sevenOH MY GOD-“

·     Youfound you were beginning to act like the person they talked to in the chat moreand more

·     And thatwasn’t too bad.

#mysmes #mesmes hc #mystic messenger #mystic messeneger yoosung #yoosung #zen #jumin han #mystic messenger jumin #jaehee #seven #707 #saeyoung #head canon #headcannon

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 76

from fire brigade formals to zombies to snowy days

Relan: *stares at the 3rd new commander* "..." iris: she seems jittery... shinra: considering all the controversy surrounding the 3rd these days, i can see why. Relan: "..." *walks up* "Commander?" tennouji: !!!! *salute* 3-3-3RD BRIGADE ACTING COMMANDER HIMARI TENNOUJI R-R-REPORTING SIR!! Relan: ._. "..." *salutes* "??? I...I'm Relan. I was...in the 3rd?" tennouji: oh. i-i-i think i might have s-seen you around. d-did you have a pet rat? Relan: owo "...His name is Buttons." tennouji: ah, so that was you then. shinra: ^^ Relan: "Y-Yes...How are you adjusting?" tennouji: i-its scary Q_Q Relan: o_o "...You should speak to Obi! He is newer at this work and is full of helpful advice!" tennouji: i-i wouldnt want to impose- Relan: "He wouldn't think of it like that. And he's far less intense than Captain Hinawa..." -elsewhere- Hibana: *slurring slightly* "Then that pointy-nose masked jerk is the _real_ villain! I told y'all!" gabriella: *holding her up, to make sure she doesnt fall over* hibana.... ._.; huang: ._.;;; Asako: =_= *takes another sip of brandy* "He most certainly was a dick." Hibana: =w= "Gabby, I know you want to get close to me--" *fiery eyes* "BUT I'M STILL COMPLAINING ABOUT THAT BASTARD." gabriella: ^-^; a-at least be sure to drink some water... Hibana: "Could you pour me some~?" gabriella: of course. Asako: "--and his voice was really disgusting..." -elsewhere- Patty: "!!! SHE'S ADORABLE!!!" hanako: >.< Patty: "Hee hee! And what a wonderful dress! Your moms picked it out?" hanako: ._. *nervous, hiding behind one angel* Patty: owo "...Oh. Didn't mean to scare you..." *backs up* angel 1: it's alright. ^^; hanako: mom said not to talk to strangers... Patty: ^^; "Fair enough..." -elsewhere- Bakugo: *grumbling whining muttering* itsuka: [hey katsuki ^^ ] Bakugo: "..." [yo. how's it goin?] itsuka: [good. craming 4 exams w/ the squad >u< ] Bakugo: [they asked u for help or u volunteering?] itsuka: [study group @ tokage's place.] [PS tokage and tetsutetsu said to say 'hello'.] Bakugo: [tell them my exam grades will be better than theirs] itsuka: [noted] -elsewhere- midnight: *patching her arm up while mt lady is asleep on the couch* Mount Lady: "Zzz..." *loud snore* midnight:...(honestly, what am i gonna do with this one?).... *puts a pillow under her head* Mount Lady: *stops snoring* =w= midnight:.... (she's still young. hopefully she'll mellow out in time.) *chuckle* (i remember when i was young and naive like that. not a care in the world.) Mount Lady: *curls up on the bed, yawns--and grows two feet, her feet falling off the bed* -elsewhere- Black Star: "--and hence, I got a grandfather." tsubaki: it's nice to meet you, sir. grey*star: likewise. Black Star: "And Tsubaki is a great weapon! She has multiple forms, is sweet, smells nice, cooks--" tsubaki: ^-^; Black Star: "And she's a great caretaker to our family--" grey*star: ._. you...have children? Black Star: "I mean, sort of? Adopted." grey*star: ah. -elsewhere- stocking: mom? you ok? felisia: *whimpering, holding her stomach* Mephisto: "...Do you need some time to chat, Sweetie?" stocking: *hugs her mom* felisia: i-im so scared....w-what if i mess up? what if i do something wrong? i-i dont know what to do! *crying* Mephisto: "..." *hug* stocking: it's gonna be ok, mom. we're here for you. and your circumstances are different from before... Mephisto: *nod nod* "We're not going away..." felisia: t-thanks...*rubs her stomach* its ok...im going to do my best for you.... Mephisto: *nods, smiles* "We know..." -elsewhere- Kid: *cradling Shiori* shiori: babu! Kid: *holds up a doll* "And who is this person?" ^^ lord death: hard to believe she'll be 2 next month... Kid: *nods* "Growing up fast..." lord death: ahhh, im getting all teary eyed thinking about it! TT~TT Kid: "..." *whispers to Shiori* "I think Papa needs a hug..." shiori: hug papa. lord death: *HUUUUUGS* Kid: *hug* ^w^;;; -elsewhere- Aizawa: *yawns* "Okay. Location is set for tomorrow..." yuuji: cool. so these kid's quirks... Aizawa: "Surprising, huh?" yuuji: yeah....but this romero kid....i get a bad vibe from him... Aizawa: "...Little prejudicial?" yuuji: s-sorry. 7-7; -elsewhere- Shamrock: "Can't sleep?" mahiru: guess im just anxious. Shamrock: "Given past experiences, I suppose that is to be expected." mahiru: .....*pets kuro* Kuro: =_= mahiru: *small chuckle* Kuro: *kitten yawn* "Stop chuckling..." mahiru: ^^; Kuro: *curls up* "A cute thing like me deserves a fluffy blanket and kitten treats..." -elsewhere- Q: zzzzz.... Adam: "???" zoey: *hums a lullaby as she strokes Q's head* Q: =w= Adam: *listens* ("I never heard this...") zoey: *smiles and hums* Adam: *yawns, sits back* -elsewhere- Victor: owo "...That's new." nozomi: i figured it was time for a new look. i'm gonna have a busy night ahead of me. Victor: "Oh?" nozomi: deciphering my father's notes and what not. Victor: "After the party, though?" nozomi: *she nods* -later- shinra: aahhh. im beat. Relan: "But it was fun..." *yawn* shinra: yeah.... *sigh* Relan: "...What's wrong?" shinra: i didnt see the 4th commander at all. i figured maybe we could get answers from him... Relan: "...Maybe you need the direct approach? Ogun could help?" shinra: maybe. Relan: "..." *pat pat* -elsewhere- Asako: "..." vivian: captain? Asako: "??? Yes, Vivian?" vivian: are you alright? Asako: "...I did not see Grandfather." vivian:......oh.... Asako: *wipes her eyes* "I guess I had to expect it..." *sniffs* vivian:....*understanding hug* Asako: "Th-Thank you..." vivian:...*nod* Asako: "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring down your night. How did you enjoy the event?" vivian: it was fun. ^^ Asako: *smiles* "That's good...You seemed engaged with your boyfriend." vivian: *giggling* >///u///< <3 Asako: *wipes her eyes* "How long have you been dating?" -elsewhere- Burns: "--and file your report as to the intelligence gathered from the event by 10-hundred hours." Fulham: *nodding off* -elsewhere- lydia: ....... shadowy bull: .... *nuzzles its head against her face* lydia:.... *pets* <thank you...> Ivan: *knock knock* lydia: <it's open> Ivan: "..." <How is it going?> lydia: .... <same as usual...> Ivan: *nods* <No new updates from Master. That means to continue surveillance and preparations.> lydia:... <right. and oguri?> Ivan: "Dotting the i's and crossing the t's." <Checking up on the targets.> lydia: <ah.> Ivan: <So you'll need to be ready for backup...Especially if anyone gets in the way...> *hands a folder* <Some ability users Master located.> lydia: *examining* *One person is marked ???: Ranpo* lydia: hmmm... Ivan: <We're determining who to assign as backup--but you know how difficult Oguri can be.> lydia: <oguri? difficult?> *excalibur face* *sarcastically* <noooo, you're joking.> Ivan: ^^;;; <Please be patient: we'll need Oguri's help, especially as Adam has been--> *crash* lydia: <oh for fucks sake, what now?> Adam: "I didn't know spraying your alcohol-based hair product into a flame was a bad idea! Stop hitting me!" oguri: YOU SON OF A BITCH MOTHER FUCKER I WILL KILL YOU AND THEY WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO PROVE JACK SHIT!!! yana: ok, settle down. Adam: *leaps up into Ivan's arms* Ivan: Q_Q *can barely hold him* lydia: oguri, calm down. oguri: I'LL CALM DOWN AFTER I MURDER THAT WRETCHED SLAG LICKING LITTLE FUCKER!! lydia: oguri. not in front of the child. Q: ?? Adam: Q______Q Ivan: "..." <Keep cursing.> yana: you know, all that sodium isnt good for you....you know...because all the saltiness? Adam: "...OH! I get it!" ^^ -early morning- keek:...happy birthday to me, i guess... Mrs. Harue: "...I'm happy you're here." *holds her hand* keek:...*small hug* im happy too, mom. Mrs. Harue: *hug* *pat pat* "I'll have your cake ready this evening...and your breakfast now?" keek: yeah. -elsewhere- Takehisa: *holding his head* =____= karin: buzzed? Takehisa: "Hungover..." karin: ah. Takehisa: "I only had a sip of my drink, then I just switched to punch...Someone must've spiked it..." -elsewhere- Meme: "Zzz..." EF: we're here. Meme: *opens her eyes* "Huh?" -they're at the hotel- Meme: "..." *pushes the bed* "...Who brought me...*yawn* in?" ao: we all carried you. Anya: *lying on the vibrating bed* =w= "M-M-My b-b-b-back was k-k-k-killing me after..." mio: ._.; Meme: .___.;;; "...Need more quarters, Anya?" Anya: "I-I'm g-g-g-good..." tsugumi: ^^; Meme: "..." *looks out the window* "What's around here?" -there is a movie theater across the street- Meme: "..." *reads the marquee* ((Which city did they get to?)) tsugumi: *reading brochures* Meme: "..." *gets out of bed* "I'm going to shower. Then we can look around..." mio: ok. -elsewhere- Black Star: *snoring* tsubaki: *making a call back home* *phone rings* Shamrock: "Hello?" tsubaki: it's me. how's everything at home? Shamrock: "...About the same as usual?" x_^;;;; tsubaki: ah, i see. -she explains what all happened- Shamrock: "...That is a lot for one trip...And this other one, Magaki?" tsubaki: they'll be under DWMA custody for the time being. Shamrock: "Ah...Are you comfortable with this?" tsubaki: i think so. Shamrock: *nods* "Okay...It's not too much to take on, is it?" tsubaki: i feel i have to try. Shamrock: "Of course...Do not exhaust yourself." tsubaki: right. -elsewhere- Mori: *stare* fukuzawa: .... ? Mori: "...I wanted to play..." fukuzawa: ...alright, what did you have in mind? Mori: "My father used to let me play with paper dolls--to identify their organs..." fukuzawa: um..... *sweatdrop* lets see here.....i have this. *hands him a kendama* just try to get the ball into the cup or onto the spike, but hold it away from you so you dont hurt yourself. be careful. Mori: "..." *small swing up--and the ball misses the spike* "Nuts." fukuzawa: it takes a bit of practice. ranpo: yeah, took me about 2 weeks to get it. Mori: "..." *whispers to Fukuzawa* "Why is that 30-year-old man dressed like a child cosplaying like a boy detective?" ranpo: OI! im only 27! Mori: "Close enough." *continues playing--and catches the ball on the spike* owo fukuzawa: see? *smile* Mori: ^w^ *swings it again--and the ball smashes into his eye* fukuzawa: *gets the medkit* i warned you. -_-; hold on, i'll fix this- Mori: TTwTT "I was excited..." fukuzawa: *patching him up* (at least he didnt break down crying this time...) Mori: "Th-Thanks..." -elsewhere- Ogun: "He hasn't stepped out of the office?" pan: no. i hear him muttering in there sometimes. kind of unnerving. Ogun: "??? No idea what he's saying?" selim *presses ear to the door*........... Arg: *mutter mutter* "--burn--" *mutter mutter* "--Heaven--" selim: *giggles, lava forming at his feet* pan: !!! MORIYAMA! *A crash is heard in the office* pan: !!!! *slams the door open* sir!! Arg: *standing beside his desk...a book has fallen onto the floor...all looks normal in the room* "???" pan: sir are you alright? ogun! get moriyama to the nurse! Ogun: "On it!" *tries to lead Selim* selim: *follows, giggling all the while* Arg: "...Yes, I'm fine. How are you?" pan: we heard a commotion in here, sir. Arg: "??? Just knocked over this book..." pan: *walks over to pick it up* *The book is opened to some pages about photosynthesis--and have three long tears along it...* pan: ??? Arg: "I was trying to open a letter--" *gestures to the envelop opener* "--and darn thing slipped." -elsewhere- Poe: "..." lana: zzzzz Poe: "..." *hug* lana: u///u Poe: *holds onto her* lana:....morning edgar. Poe: "...Good morning, Lana. Sleep well?" lana: yeah....*brushes his bangs back and kisses his forehead* so sweet. Poe: =\\\\= "Lana..." lana: *kiss* ^///^ -elsewhere- katya: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz pushkin: *nudge* <kati? you up yet?> katya: *muttering* pushkin: <that's ok, take your time.> *goes to make coffee* -elsewhere- oguri:..... {oguri: please...tell me...what do you see, when you look at me?} {???: …what i see is- } -knocks- oguri: !!!! IM NOT DECENT! Ivan: *calling from outside* "Meeting in 20." oguri: NOTED! >///n///<; Ivan: "??? Need medicine?" oguri: im fine! >3< *rubs eyes* i just need to get dressed first! Ivan: "Okay. If 20 is not enough--" oguri: I'LL BE OUT!! lydia: *gives ivan a motion to say 'lets go already'* Ivan: "..." *turns, leaves* oguri:....*sighs* get it together, already, mushitaro. -elsewhere- Kid: *adjusts his tie* "So this meeting will be about missions?" lord death: yes. you get to hand out missions today! Kid: "Yay!" *takes them--then stares* "...Father? I think you need to...They look uneven?" lord death: deep breaths, kiddo. Kid: "..." *inhales, exhales* "Okay..." *flips to the first mission* "This one is for--Sid?" -elsewhere- Sakuya: *asleep at his school desk* nygus: mr watanuki? Sakuya: *grunts* naho: *nudge* sakkun, wake up. Sakuya: *sits up* "S-Sis?!" nygus: mr watanuki? is everything alright? Sakuya: "...Fine. Just...fine." *opens his book* "Sorry." naho:... -elsewhere- Magaki: *holds up shackled hands* <I'll need someone to hold the umbrella.> tsubaki: *holding it out* *smiles* Magaki: "..." *small blush* <Thank you.> *walks forward into the daylight* -elsewhere- tsuyu: ... mina: these exams are gonna kill me TT_TT Denki: "I don't want to fail..." Mineta: "YOU BETTER NOT FAIL, MINA! YOU NEED TO BE AT THE TRAINING--" jirou: *SLAM DUNKS HIM INTO THE TRASH* Mineta: D:< "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET!" jirou: shhhhhh stop talking. Izuku: ^^; "Let's all do our best...I'm sure tutoring is helping?" ochako: yeah, it sure is. Bakugo: *dark aura around him* "I am the best fucking tutor ever..." sato: scary. *footsteps are heard in the hallway...more than just one pair* Iida: "ATTENTION!" *stands up* "TAKE YOUR SEATS BEFORE OUR TEACHER ARRIVES!" Bakugo: -_-# "You're out of your seat, numb-nuts..." jirou: ?? (more than one person?) *The door slides open, revealing Aizawa and--* momo: new students? Aizawa: "Quiet...everyone take your seat. Iida, sit down already." Iida: *slams down into his chair with a crash* .\\\\\. *Four students walk in--one hiding behind the others* girl: ... large boy: .~.;;;;;; Creepy Boy: "..." *sneers* Bakugo: "...The fuck is his problem?" Izuku: "..." ("You're one to talk...") ochako: OwO;;; momo:.... ._.;;; Denki: *shiny eyes* "Adorable..." Mineta: *stuck in the trash can head-down* "What? Is something happening? Is it sexy?" jirou: dont you fucking dare. *shoves mineta back into the trash* Mineta: "GRK! My grapes!" kashiko: um...what's going on? jirou: he's a cursed student, just ignore him and everything will be fine. kashiko: ._.; *blinks* Aizawa: "I know it's unorthodox in the middle of exam studying, but administration decided for your next exercise to engage in some 'exchange student' tactics..." *gestures* "These four are from Isamu High..." Koda: "???" *points at each one...then holds up three fingers* "???" kashiko: it's nice to meet you all. my name is Kashiko Sekigai. dadan: i-im Dadan Tadan...n-nice to....meet you... ._.;;; *sweats* hagakure: aww, he's like a big teddy bear. Romero: "..." *growl* "Fujimi." ochako: ._.;;;; Bakugo: *death glare* "...This jerk's crowding in on _my_ routine..." eijiro: *sweatdrop* Aizawa: "...Yo. Last one. Name yourself." ???: "..." *the one with big hair peeks over Kashiko's shoulder* "..." *spots Tsuyu* "!!!" tsuyu: *looks up* !!!! habuko! Habuko: "TSU!" -HUUUGS~- Izuku: ._. "???" ochako: that's so cute. Izuku: ^^ "Aaaah, despite appearances, any friendship can form--" Romero and Bakugo: "SHUT UP, YOU DAMN NERD--WE'RE NOT THEIR FRIENDS!" Romero and Bakugo: "..." *death glares* mina: this can only lead to disaster. Denki: "...D'aw, Kacchan made a new friend, too--" Romero: *snort laugh* "Kacchan?! That loser who got slimed?!" Bakugo: *slow head turn--180--to glare at Denki* Denki: .________.;;;; jirou: why do you keep saying words? Denki: "Because I'm not Koda..." Koda: *opens his mouth--pauses...then does a "He's not wrong" shrug* jirou: *jabs him* dont be an ass. mina: yikes. kashiko: -_-; Aizawa: "If we are all done...you'll be getting on buses in an hour. Iida, lead the exchange students to the locker room to change into your outfits." -later- momo: so you're the class rep? kashiko: yeah, but it's far from an easy job. Habuko: ^w^ momo: i take it mr fujimi is your 'problem student'? kashiko: oh yes, but he does mean well. mina: so in personality terms, he's a mix of bakugou and monoma. Habuko: "??? I don't know who this Monoma is, but he sounds like an ass." tsuyu: oh trust us, he is. Habuko: *holds Tsuyu's hand* "I missed you!!!" tsuyu: i missed you too >u< Habuko: >w< "We have to talk so much before--" Izuku: ._____. tsuyu: ah right. this is izuku. we're going steady. Habuko: "Oh! I've heard so much about you..." Izuku: *nods* "I heard a bit about you. Tsuyu says you're a great friend--" Habuko: *activates Quirk, stares at Izuku* "YOU HURT HER, AND YOU WON'T HAVE A HEAD..." Izuku: owo;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; tsuyu: settle habuko, settle. *pat pat* Habuko: =w= *inhale, exhale* "Sorry...If anything happened to Tsuyu, I don't know..." Izuku: *nod nod nod nod* QwQ "I feel the same..." tsuyu: guys... ^^ Habuko: "Initiating group hug!" *glomp* ochako: .... *glances at todoroki* ? Todoroki: "..." Izuku: *choking* -and so- Aizawa: "Stand here at attention...Mineta, move from that spot." Mineta: "But why, sir? I got a great view--" *A light is seen flying up through the sky* Izuku: .______. *Everyone but Mineta takes a step back* ???: "I AM LANDING--" *BOOM* *All Might has arrived* All Might: "--WITH A THUNDERING CRASH! ...Did I step in something?" jirou: just a pile of shit. sato: oooh, sick burn. Mineta: *last-minute protection by his Quirk-balls* q_q "...This is going to end badly for me today..." All Might: "Oh. SORRY, YOUNG MINETA!" *steps off...and wipes his shoe along the dirt* "I AM HERE TO WELCOME OUR INVITED STUDENTS--" Aizawa: "Enough. You're late." All Might: .w.;;;; Romero: *shiny eyes at All Might* kashiko: ^u^; Habuko: "OMG I am so getting his autograph!" Aizawa: "Today is survival tra--" All Might: "SURVIVAL TRAINING!" *turns on hologram* "Six teams! Four members each! RUN OR FIGHT! THE ONLY GOAL IS TO SURVIVE!" Bakugo: "..." *gleeful murderous sneer* dadan: ._.;;; Aizawa: "No. Killing. Kacchan." Bakugo: *grumbles* All Might: "CAPTURE TAPE IS THE ONLY TOOL ALLOWED TO BIND YOUR OPPONENTS!" Habuko: "Oooooo! We did a similar exercise! You used that tape stuff before, Tsu?" tsuyu: *nod* All Might: "NOW FOR THE TEAMS! A Team is Midoriya, Ashido, Uraraka, and Asui!" Mineta: "Jealous." mina: cool. Izuku: ^^; ochako: neato! tsuyu: *ribbit* -TEAM B- momo: oh. eijiro: looks like we're on the same team, bakugou! ^^ Bakugo: "I am winning this one, and the rest of you better just do whatever I say." Shoji: "..." *from arm-mouth* "Typical." -TEAM C- hagakure: yay! Todoroki: "Okay...Let's make this one count." Koda: *nods* =w= Ojiro: "Right." -TEAM D- sato: awesome. Tokoyami: "I look forward to working with you." Iida: "Likewise!" sero: ^u^ -TEAM E- jirou: why me? Denki: "Karma, baby!" Aoyama: "Oui." Mineta: >_> "Freaking sausage fest..." jirou: i hope you get mauled by a bear. Mineta: "...I'm not into bears." Aoyama: "???" -TEAM F- kashiko: so we're all on the same team then. Romero: "Time to show these Death City losers how we do it at Isamu..." dadan: ._.;;; Habuko: "..." *inhales* "Okay...Give it my all, give it my all..." Aizawa: "Teams are selected. Go to their starting locations." All Might: "THE TEST WILL BEGIN WITHOUT WARNING IN FIVE MINUTES--" Aizawa: "That constitutes a warning..." All Might: "...Oh. Um...WITHIN FIVE MINUTES!" -and so- *Everyone runs to their locations* Habuko: "Give it your best, Tsu!" tsuyu: you too! Romero: "Enjoy the stench of defeat!" Bakugo: "JOKES ON YOU--I EAT PIECES OF SHIT LIKE YOU FOR BREAKFAST!" Romero: "..." Bakugo: "...Sh-Shut up!" momo: phrasing, bakugou. phrasing. Iida: ^^ --At Team A's location-- ochako: alright, so what's the game plan, deku? mina: you're our tactician here. Izuku: ._.;; "Lot of pressure...Well, we lack the same surveillance abilities that Jiro and others have...And if we start a fight, that attracts other teams to our location--risking that we have a two-on-one fight, and we're the one..." tsuyu: but this is a survival training, right? mina: maybe just wait it out for now? Izuku: "...It sounds like the best plan until something changes." *nods* "Okay. Let's do that." mina: i even snuck my phone in, so we can stream shows. Izuku: ._.;;; "That's...a little too laid-back for 'survival'...Unless...Hmm...Did this facility have any cameras or wireless in order to access GPS tracking to ascertain the locations of *mumble mumble mumble mumble--" -elsewhere- yuuji: ... Aizawa: "Okay, 'spotter', see anything?" yuuji: well- -BOOOOM- yuuji: that. Aizawa: "...So much for an exercise teaching them patience..." *sigh* -meanwhile- jirou: ok, only one person's footsteps. Denki: "So Bakugo's coming alone...Let's surround him!" jirou: *nod* -on the ground- Bakugo: *running* "Heh heh--" *then *then spots a laser coming at him* Bakugo: "!!!" *leaps, dodges--then sees balls coming at him* ("Coordinated concentrated attack...") *sneers, leaps--and slams his fists onto the ground* "TAKE THAT, EARPHONES!" jirou: ABLABLABLBALBALBALEUUUU X-X Denki: "Jirou!" *runs to her* Mineta: "EAT MY BALLS!" *flings them at Bakugo* Bakugo: "..." *swings a blast--which smashes the balls at--* Aoyama: Q_Q "C'est mauvais..." *BOOM* ochako: ?!?! there's another one! *Aoyama is now stuck to Denki and Jirou* Izuku: "Kacchan...Listen to see where he moves next..." -elsewhere- kashiko: *scanning* amazing, taking on eight people at once... Romero: "Pfft. Tadan! Get ready!" dadan: r-right! -BYEEEEEEWM- Shoji: *hears* "!!! Move!" momo: ?? ... !!!!! *BOOM BOOM BOOM* Romero: "Keep going! Then we'll check the field..." -BOOOOOM- mina: ?!? Izuku: "...Is that Bakugo? ...No...Isamu is making its move." ochako: should we go in? tsuyu: ... ??!!! w-what....what is that? -a pinkish fog rolls in- ochako:... get to high ground! this doesnt look good. Izuku: *runs with the team* -on the top of the hill- ochako: todoroki! Todoroki: "Hello. I would be battling you all here--but obviously whatever that is [the gas] is the bigger threat." tsuyu: i just hope the others are alright... Izuku: "Has to be an Isamu student's Quirk, right? Tsu, you learn anything about theirs?" tsuyu: all i know is habuko's. Izuku: "Hmm...That wouldn't be this one then--" *Footsteps can be heard* mina: !!!! there's someone there! Bakugo: *walking...shambling up* ochako: s-something's not right. tsuyu: .... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mina: THEY'RE ZOMBIES!!! AND NOT THE MR SID KIND EITHER!!! Bakugo: "GRAWRRRRRRRRR!!!" Todoroki: "..." ("Seems normal for Bakugo...") *In the shadows of the trees* Romero: "Hee hee hee..." hagakure: how awful. tsuyu: even habuko.... Habuko: "Grrrrrr..." Iida: *running into a tree* mina: they're....kinda slow. ._.; Ojiro: "So we can out-run them to get a report to the teachers...Where the hell is Aizawa...?" Romero: "BWA HA HA HA! Foolish students!" Izuku: ._. Romero: "Impressive, no?" *dramatic pose* "I have out-shined all of you!" mina: WHAT KIND OF HERO ARE YOU, YOU COLLOSAL JERK?! Romero: "The kind of hero who keeps weaklings like you in my shadow!" Todoroki: "...So, you're a fan of All Might. Anyone else you're a fan of?" Romero: "...I think Endeavor is kind of cool--" Todoroki: "Go fuck yourself." ochako: owned. mina:....um.....guys? Romero: .____. "...Jeez. What's up your ass?" *A shadow appears over Romero* *Baku-chomp* Romero: "GAAAAAH!" *collapses* Izuku: "...Kacchan still wants to battle, even when a zombie." Bakugo: *growls* "DEEEEEEEEEEEKUUUUUUU!!!" Izuku: "Eep!" Todoroki: "And without Agent Zero, we can't reverse his poison...Get back!" ochako: OwO;; that means they're still in there somewhere! mina: what now? Romero: "..." *climbs up--a zombie* Izuku: "Like the horror films--don't get bit!" hagakure: ...!! miss akemi! she has time-wimey magic right? Todoroki: *freezes the ground* "And create a barrier..." *Some students shift in the ice* Izuku: "Then we better hurry to find her--before--" -noms on hagakure and ojiro- *BOOM* mina: YOU HAD ONE JOB GUYS COME ON! Ojiro: "GGGGGGGRR..." Tokoyami: "GRRRRRR..." ochako: welp....BAIL!!! Koda: "..." Izuku: "Mina, acid path down the mountain! Todoroki, ice!" Todoroki: *ice slide* -they flee- Habuko: *LOUD WAIL* tsuyu: ..... (habuko....) it's ok, we're going to get help for you guys! *A rock is in Tsuyu's path* tsuyu: AH! *falls* o-ow... Habuko: *snake tongue slithers* "..." Izuku: "TSU!" Habuko: "..." *leans down* tsuyu: ..... Habuko: "..." *tears falling* "Tsssuuuuu..." tsuyu: it's ok habuko. we'll get miss akemi to reverse time to prevent this- ???: *chomp* ochako: !!!!! Izuku: "...OH GODDAMN IT!" Aoyama: *nom nom nom* tsuyu: *ribbit* mina: come on! we got to get homura! Izuku: "Tsu!" *reaches for her--* Todoroki: "We're going, now!" *picks up Izuku* "Who the hell thought this exercise was a good idea--" ???: "HA HA HA!" Izuku: QwQ "Oh, thank goodness! We'll be saved by--" *CRASH, BOOM* All…Might?: *depowered mode* *bleeding out of his mouth* "Aaaaah..." Izuku: Q_Q Todoroki: "..." *facepalm* mina: did some random salaryman fall from the sky? ochako: LETS JUST GO! -they abscond- No Might: "WAIT! I'M NOT A ZOMBIE! I'M HERE TO HELP--" Tokoyami: "Rawr..." No Might: ._.;;;;;;; sato: *pap pap and walks on by* No Might: p_p ("Aizawa...help?") --elsewhere-- Aizawa: "--so let him fix his own mess." yuuji: ....given how this romero kid acted.....are you _sure_ he's a hero? Aizawa: "...I think the categories of 'villain' and 'hero' are being shown to be horribly defined, aren't they?" yuuji:...touche...and i really am in no position to judge, given my circumstances... Aizawa: "It's all what you do with the abilities...And given Bakugo and Romero down there, got a lot of work to do to make them into All Might's, not Endeavor's..." yuuji: right... -meanwhile- Todoroki: *sealing up the entrance with ice* mina: *checks her phone* ugh, no reception. =3= ochako: .... Izuku: *wipes his eyes* "O-Okay...First we got to wait for the gas to clear..." mina: yeah, then everything will be ok, right? ochako:.....*shaking* Todoroki: "Well, if those zombie films my sister and I watch are anything to go by, eventually the zombies will break through here, infect us, then spread the virus out of this state, across the continent, and eventually the wor--" mina: STAAAAAAP THAT. Izuku: *wearing a 'Are you kidding me right now?!' face* ochako: *crying* Todoroki: "!!! ..." *pat pat Ochako's shoulder* ochako: i-i dont want to die, i-i dont want to feel like a coward... Izuku: "We-We're not! Not like this when--" *SHATTER* mina: !!! shit! Izuku: "Okay! Todoroki, get ready for a fire blast!" Todoroki: "...But the ice may not carry far enough--" ochako: l-leave it to us to! mina: yeah! Todoroki: "..." *nods* "Ochaco, gravity the ice to give it distance. Mina, cover me--hit the rocks to give me a barrier." mina: roger that. ochako: *wipes eyes and nods* Izuku: "We'll need to move forward...I'll smash us an escape path forward. Just have to hope our classmates can't feel the damage...Forgive me, guys..." *charges up One for All, leans back against the rocks in a running position* Todoroki: "I'm ready...Mina, Ochaco...NOW!" -acid + gravity = DOUBLE PINK- *BOOM* *The ice explodes forward--knocking a path forward...* Izuku: *tumbles out of the cave, ending at the mountain's rock edge* *pants* "Okay..." Death the Kid: Todoroki: *steps outside* "..." *looks up* "...Um...Ochako? How much gravity did you add to that attack?" ochako: um.... ._.; uhhhh guys? Iida: "I'M FALLING!!!!" Mineta: "WHAT THE H?!" jirou: THIS DAY HAS BEEN TERRIBLE!!! Aoyama: "MERDE MERDE ME--" *into a tree* Izuku: D: "Oh, God, I killed them..." ???: "Not all of us..." Izuku: .___. "...Oh no..." Bakugo: *falling* "DEKU! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" *blasts forward* Todoroki: "!!!" *picks up Ochaco, runs* Bakugo: "SURVIIIIIIIIIVE THIS!" *spinning fire spear* ochako: D8 Izuku: *waving his arms* "NO NO NO--" *BOOM* -they were all fine dont worry- -elsewhere- Aizawa: "...Goddamn it, All Might..." yuuji:....well, today was just a big shitshow, wasnt it? Aizawa: "Yep...I get to write letters to their parents. Again." -later- hagakure: good thing for conveniently placed trees, right? Ojiro: *hanging by his tail--having caught Hagakure* "Heh...No kidding." Iida: *bowing* "WE HUMBLY APOLOGIZE FOR THIS UNNECESSARY CARNAGE!" kashiko: it's fine. *glares at romero* romero, apologize. Romero: "...I'm sorry for not telling you earlier how long it takes for my zombie gas to wear off." momo: bakugou. apologize. Bakugo: "...I'm sorry." Iida: "!!!" *smiles* "Bakugo...That is oddly mature--" Bakugo: "Please accept this gift as a token of my apology." *holds up, wrapped in capture tape...Mineta* "Take it. We don't want it anymore." kashiko: ........................................we'll pass. itsuka: ^^; you guys ok? Iida: -_-# Bakugo: "THIS F'ING DAWN OF THE DEAD RIPOFF STARTED A FIGHT WITH US!" Romero: "THIS 1990s ANTI-HERO REJECT WAS THE ONE WHO STARTED IT!" Mineta: -_-# *still tied up* kashiko: ROMERO. DOWN. itsuka: easy there, katsuski. *pat pat* Bakugo: =\\\\\\= Romero: "...How the hell does he have a girlfriend?" momo: one of the school's many mysteries. Iida: ^\\\\^ "Guess there's someone for everyone..." hagakure: you think _bakugou_ is bad? you should meet itsuka's ex. or better yet dont. Monoma: *pops up behind Hagakure* "HOW DARE YOU!" Romero + Bakugo: "SHUT UP!" *both punch Monoma in the face* kashiko:.............you're school is weird. momo: you have no idea. Monoma: *collapses* x____x Mineta: *muffled* "If there is someone for everyone, does that mean--" Iida: "No." Mineta: "...This day sucked." jirou: no kidding. if i see another zombie, im legit going to freak out. Sid: "Oh, Jiro--You missed class, so I brought you your homework--" jirou:...... *lays face down on the floor and sobs* Sid: ._____. "...It's only a worksheet?" -several students hug him- sato: Q~Q we had no idea how hard it is for you. sero: you brave brave person. Koda: *hug* Sid: "..." Q_____Q "Thank you...You don't know how much *sniff* this means to me..." tsuyu: ^^; so habuko, how long are you guys staying in the city for? Habuko: "About a week. Up for showing me the town?" tsuyu: yeah. i'll invite the others too. and maybe one day we could play some mario kart? Habuko: "Hells yay! My girlfriend loves Kart!" tsuyu: awesome. ^^ -elsewhere- All Might: "Midoriya...Please accept the cake as an apology--" Izuku: TT___TT "I can't tell whether you're lying or not..." *bandaged* All Might: "...You kind of look like Miss Nygus--" Izuku: "That is sadly appropriate..." -elsewhere- Anya: "Ice skating rink! Pizza! Museums! Souvenir shops!" tsugumi: *she has her map out* EF: remember to stay close together, girls. mio: yes ma'am. Anya: "Right, of course we will. Right Meme?" *looks around* "...Um...Where is she?" ao: she's right here. mio: *phew* Meme: *staring at bulletin boards* "Hmm..." *writes down some phone numbers* -elsewhere- ochako: ....*tired* Todoroki: "...I'm sorry." ochako: hey, i-it's fine. i was a bit nervous...^^; trixie: *doggy whine and plops her head onto ochako's lap* ochako: *pet pet* Todoroki: "...May I pet her?" ochako: sure, she's friendly. trixie: ^u^ Todoroki: .\\\\. "..." *pet* trixie: *lick lick* Todoroki: *slight shiver* ochako: *giggles* Todoroki: "Heh..." *pet pet* ochako: im glad everything turned out ok in the end. Todoroki: *nods* "More or less...Some injuries will take some time..." -elsewhere- jirou: *collapses onto her bed* uuuugh. bowie: *her parrot* *squawk* jirou: today sucked. i want to sleep. bowie: *squawk* fuck off! fuck off ya piece of shit! jirou:.... *snort laughter* thanks bowie, i needed that today. -elsewhere- yuuji: those kids are gonna need serious therapy for this. Aizawa: "I emailed Marie to ask for help..." yuuji: good call. i heard she's pretty nice...................................i also heard she beat the fuck out of a toilet once. Aizawa: "That's accurate. She...has some issues about relationships." yuuji: i'll stay out of that one thanks. -elsewhere- Yumi: "?! Marie? What's wrong?" marie: hmm? im totally fine~ ^^ Yumi: "Oh, good...You just looked concerned for a moment..." *pulling her necklace away from Shiori* -elsewhere- Black Star: "..." White Star: "..." Black Star: "...The heck is your problem?" White Star: "???" Black Star: "Like, what am I supposed to do with you?" grey*star: *enters the room* ...... White Star: "!!!" <The hell?!> grey*star: *he looks at him with a stern expression, yet there is a hint of sadness in his eyes....* White Star: <Why aren't you dead?!> Black Star: *gripping his fists* grey*star: ....<i suppose we're just that tenacious...> White Star: "Pfft." <Who would want to claim your soul anyway? Worthless thief...> grey*star: <at least i didnt resort to eating the souls of innocent people> White Star: "..." *sneers* <You missed out...> grey*star:.......*looks at black*star* Black Star: "...You know what? Stay locked up in here for all I care. Maybe confinement will teach you some manners." -morning- Izuku: Q_Q "I'm not trying to make this a habit, Mom, I swear..." inko: i know, but i cant help but worry. im just glad that nice old nurse is there to help you. Izuku: ^^; "Yeah, she's great...She even collects superhero Pez dispensers..." inko: ah. -elsewhere- rowena: happy birthday brother! ^^ lana: ^^ Poe: *blubbering* Q_Q "Wah mah...Gah mah-mah wah..." lana: *hugs* ^^; -knocks on the door- Poe: c-come in… ranpo: heyoooo~! Poe: Q////Q ranpo: so i heard it was your birthday today. and i also would assume cake is involved somehow? Poe: "..." -_-;;;; "It's over there..." ranpo: awesome! oh, i got you this. *hands him a new pen set* Poe: *shiny eyes* “T-Thank you, Ranpo…” ranpo: ^^ figured you'd like that. Poe: "I shall start writing immediately! I need paper!" rowena: ah, right! -elsewhere- Anya: "Look at the snow globe!" tsugumi: cool! mio: ^^; Meme: "Yeah, real nice..." *looking behind them* "..." mio:...are you ok? Meme: "Just trying to keep an eye open..." mio: ah... *There's a laundromat, some fast food stands, a road to a nearby university...* mio:...it's nice. Meme: *nods* "Kind of a college town setting..." mio:....*examining* *There's someone exiting the laundromat in a hoodie* mio: ?? *The person turns--she looks...odd in her eyes* mio: ... ??!! Meme: "What?" mio: that person... Meme: "!!!" *runs* tsugumi: .. ??? meme! wait up! Anya: *holding a snow globe* "Hang on!" *throws cash at the merchant* -in the alley- Meme: "Stop right there!" girl: *turns to look at them* ya? what do you want, girly? Meme: "Shaula Gorgon!" girl: eh? you on something? -the others have caught up- Anya: "??? ...Why does that person have a scorpion tattoo?" Meme: "BECAUSE SHE'S SHAULA!" girl: hey, i dont know what she's on, but she needs to step off before i kick her ass. tsugumi: meme... Meme: "We know they can impersonate other people! That's her--I know it!" mio:....*holding her hand* Meme: "..." *shudders* -on the roof- beatrice:..... *walking off* -elsewhere- jordan: dude, i just had the weirdest thought. fitz with a mustache. eckleburg:....eh? Daisy: "...I could see that." -elsewhere- leo: *doing some cleaning* Motojiro: "??? That seems inconvenient." leo: hm? Motojiro: "Maybe a better vacuum..." leo: perhaps. Motojiro: "I could repair one. Give it more oomph." -elsewhere- Kid: "..." stocking: *snuggle* Kid: *sniff, hug* stocking: *kiss* i love you, kiddo. Kid: *nods* "I love you, Stocking..." *strokes her face* stocking: u///u *forehead press* Kid: *small smile, closes his eyes, breathes a little more calmly* -elsewhere- Kuro: *yawn* "How much longer we house sitting?" *glancing at the others* mahiru: tsubaki said she'd be sometime this week. Kuro: "...And you're not worried about...them?" mahiru: .... Kuro: "After what their creator did..." mahiru: … -elsewhere- Habuko: *giggles* "His big hands are so out there!" kashiko: they sure are. dadan ._.;; Romero: -_-# "That mask looks dumb..." -elsewhere- baum: *whistling* dorothy: *walking with him* Steinbeck: *wipes his brow with a handkerchief* "Remarkable..." twain: *vibrating* oscar: so hot =3=; ebie: ^^ *she has a spider on her head* Steinbeck: ._.; "...Ebie?" ebie: it's cool, he's my friend. ^^ oscar: EEP! >~<;; Steinbeck: "Well, if you're sure...Just be careful. And don't let it bite the others." -elsewhere- Arthur: *hiding under sheets* tamaki: *looks at clock* arthur, come on. Arthur: "Keep that quack away from me..." tamaki: come on, the medic wont hurt you... Arthur: "I saw what Giovanni did to people. The medic will take out my brain and replace it with that of a chicken." tamaki: i assure you, she wont do that. shinra: come on, lets go. *pulling at his legs to drag him out of bed* although if he had his brain swapped with a chicken... tamaki: *GLARE* Arthur: Q~Q "UNHAND ME!" *flailing but not really able to do anything* -elsewhere- Lucy: "--and she's still gaga for him." yosano: *sighs* poor girl. Lucy: "He hasn't talked to her, has he?" -elsewhere- Yohei: "Okay, so I called this meeting for an update on your job security." *flips through notes* "Assi and Zuno are at Manhasset--" Assi: QwQ "Mr. Fitzgerald is really intimidating but likes robot action figures--" Zuno: "Why do I have all these letters?" *holds up undelivered letters from work* Yohei: "Mana and Mono are at Deathbucks--" mana: *nod* mono: 7//7; medea: ... Shotaro: "Hee hee...'Mana with Mono'..." mana: *chop to showtaro's head* Yohei: "Medea is working at the consignment shop..." medea: *nod* Shotaro: >3< "Worth it!" Yohei: "Tool and Saki are taking that junk he makes out of trash and selling it to museums--" Tool: "It...is called...ART!" saki: ^^; Yohei: "And Emine--" *looks up* "...Where is he?" *Door opens abruptly, as Emine runs in, panting, clutching a duffle bag and leaning against the door* lin-kimpur: !!! emine, are you ok?? Emine: *pant pant--* *looks up* .\\\\. Yohei: "...What did you do?" Emine: "..." *pulls a wad of money out of the bag, hands it to Lin* "Make them quiet." lin: um- chie: *murderous aura* emiiineeee. ^^# Emine: "I DIDN'T STEAL IT! ...I mean, I stole it, but from other...thieves?" Kepuri: *asleep sitting up because of overtime* nea: from where? ^^# Emine: ._. "...I just remember a lot of guns, and a bad deed to finish--" Shotaro: "Aw, it can't be that bad--" *opens duffle bag* Emine: "DON'T--!" Shotaro: "..." *pulls out an arm--* mono: *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAMS* setsuna: o_o; chie: WHAT THE HECK?! mana: EMINE WHAT DID YOU DO!? Shotaro: *pulls the arm out completely--it's a mannequin's arm* "...Hee hee...Fake arm." Emine: ._.;;;; "...It looked real when I ran out...Huh. Guess they didn't kill anyone." Assi: *hiding behind Mono* Kepuri: *still asleep* *snores* akaderu: ._.; Emine: "Look, I was trying to do a bad deed, while also stopping murderers--" Yohei: "Murderers of mannequins." Emine: "I THINK I DESERVE SOME CREDIT!" *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Emine: .______. nea: *checks the peep hole* *Multiple persons with guns are standing at the door* nea: OwO;; chie: *dark shield around io and toru* Yohei: "!!! They must have hacked the security..." *death glare at Emine* Emine: .__________. "I was trying my best to be my worst..." Shotaro: *pat pat* nea: *heads outside* morning, lovelies~ ^^ fine day we're having, no? Gangster: "Get back inside you--Wait...Nea? Nea!" nea: been a while, dearies~ ^^ gangster 2: *kneels* we had no idea you lived here, miss polito! Gangster 1: "...Oh! Right!" *kneels* "We had followed a thief here. Have you seen him?" nea: in a moment~ *drags emine out* he's my servant~<3 Emine: D:< "HOW DARE YOU! I AM NOT--" nea: *clamps a hand over his mouth* he's a bit rambunctious, hoho~ Emine: >_< Gangster 1: "...So, about the money? Is that a deal breaker here?" nea: we'll return it, for a small fee on the side~? and dont worry, we'll give back 'debra' Gangster 1: o\\\\w\\\\o "...It's not what you think." nea: i know, i know, i just know greg will have a fit without 'her'. Gangster: >\\\\< "WHAT FEE DO YOU WANT, MA'AM?!" nea: not much, just something like, say....$50,000. ^^ Gangster 1: Q_Q "The boss will have my pinkies..." nea: was that a complaint? ^^# Gangster 1: Q~Q "No, Ma’am... nea: good. -elsewhere- Todoroki: "...So you're holding the bacon burger...so it doesn't fly?" ochako: hmm? more or less. Todoroki: "...I've heard of pigs flying, but not bacon flying..." ochako: *giggle* Todoroki: *small smile* *sips his hot chocolate* "Any plans this weekend?" -elsewhere- Arthur: Q_Q *rubbing his arm* shinra: now that wasnt so hard, was it? Arthur: "It was awful. Like a tiny joust piercing my epidermal..." iris: still, you're alive, right? ^^ Arthur: Q_Q *meek nod* "May I have a lollipop?" komori: *hands him one* Arthur: "..." *hesitantly takes it...licks* komori: [better?] Arthur: =_= "I like cherry..." -elsewhere- Meme: *grumbling* EF: meme, are you sure you're alright? ao: you've been on edge since we got here... Meme: "Because I feel her--I know she's here!" tsugumi: meme... mio: *worried* Anya: "How do you even know? That person didn't look a thing like Shaula--" Meme: *death glare* tsugumi: !! Meme: "You have no idea what it feels like, 'Princess'!" Anya: "!!!" *tenses* tsugumi: meme, anya, please- Anya: "You're flying off the handles. If you don't calm--" Meme: "Excuse me, don't I have the right to be upset?!" mio: ..... EF: we understand you're stressed out, but you dont have to take it out on us- Meme: "Then how about you help me find Shaula?! Don't you want to stop her?" mio: of course we do. Meme: "..." *shaking* mio:...*hugs* Meme: *shaking still* mio: we'll find her, ok? Meme: *nods* tsugumi: *looks at anya* Anya: "..." *sighs* "I'm sorry...You know we want to stop her, right?" Meme: "...Yeah." tsugumi:...*small smile* Meme: "..." *crying* mio: *hugs her tightly* ao: .... -elsewhere- oguri: *whistling, walking past ivan's room....the door is open?* hm? Ivan: <Is it good, master~?> oguri: ??? *peeeks* .___o ?!?! Ivan: *has a Fyodor doll* =w= oguri: *SWEATS* *backing away and fast walking away* Ivan: "Hee hee..." <So cute...> Adam: *walking from the other way towards Oguri* oguri: dont go in there, just trust me on this. lydia: i wouldnt go into the nurse's room either. *whispers* she's wearing one of his cloaks and spare hat's....and it's all she's wearing -__-; oguri:.... .///.; lydia: D8< oguri: i wasnt thinking anything weird! Adam: "??? 'Weird' like an elephant in a funny hat?" lydia + oguri: ... zoey: *soft moan as she sniffs the cloak* Adam: "??? Sounds like a dying giraffe..." oguri: *cringes* well there goes _my_ libido for the week. Ivan: *soft murmurs and kissy noises* lydia: -____-;;; -elsewhere- Fyodor: *shudders, rattling his chains* guard: oi! keep it down in there! Fyodor: ._. <It's not my fault I felt a shiver up my spine...> guard: ?? Fyodor: "...I feel cold." -elsewhere- katya: *shudder* pushkin: ?? katya: <vachenka's being weird somewhere.> pushkin: <yikes> *The door breaks open* Motojiro: "Someone say something about weird stuff?!" katya: HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT, SKII-MASK?! Motojiro: *holds up--* "A translator! I heard you say 'The kumquats are being weird.'" katya:.......................................................................................................what. pushkin: *siiiiiigh* Motojiro: "...Well, it wasn't lemons being weird, right? That's just goofy." pushkin: *awkwardly laughs and backs up* ^^;;; Motojiro: "Want to talk about science for 4 hours? I got a PowerPoint all set up?" katya: dont you have any other hobbies? Motojiro: "...Want to talk theater?" katya: that's more lev's style. Motojiro: "..." =w= -elsewhere- Black Star: "Zzz..." tsubaki: *looking out the plane window* ... {Magaki: <Will I be abandoned when we arrive?>} {tsubaki: *she shakes her head* <you'll stay in DWMA custody for a while, and after you're let go, we'll take you in.>} {Magaki: <...> *nods* <I don't know that I believe you entirely...>} {tsubaki: <and i dont know how to convince you...>} {Magaki: <...Visit?>} {tsubaki: <ok. i will.> *smiles*} tsubaki: .... Black Star: *stretches* "...You okay?" tsubaki: *nod* y-yeah Black Star: "..." *holds her hand* tsubaki: t-thanks. Black Star: *nods* "Any time..." -elsewhere- Poe: *writing* karl: *snoozing* Poe: *pet pet* karl: =w= -elsewhere- lydia:.....it's strange. Adam: "???" lydia: oguri's only been interacting with the rest of us recently... Ivan: "Should we speak to him?" lydia: i mean, he's only started talking to the rest of us after arriving to the new base. yana: yeah, back at the mines, he just stayed in his room the whole time. though at that time, he was the new guy, so.... Ivan: "He seemed really focused on his tasks..." oguri: gossiping about me i see? Ivan: OwO "N-No?" oguri:...carry on then. *walking off* Ivan: "???" lydia:....maybe discuss this some other time. Ivan: "...If we delay asking him..." lydia: a good plan... Ivan: "...Okay. Well...I suppose I should prep some tea. That may help..." yana: <good call> Ivan: *walks by Zoey's room* zoey: *asleep, still wearing the coat and hat* Ivan: *Excalibur face* <Cow.> zoey: =w= Ivan: "..." *closes the door--with a loud slam* zoey: !! .... *lays back down, rubbing her stomach* Ivan: ("Hope that parasite swallows her up...") -elsewhere- Emine: *sitting in the corner with a sign: "I will not steal from the mafia"* -3- -elsewhere- Anya: *grumbles* EF: *hands her a crepe* here. Anya: "..." *angry nom* =n= EF:....im sure meme didnt mean what she said... Anya: "...Still annoying. She knows I value some respect..." EF: ..... Anya: "...Your silence is very judgy." -3- "I'm sorry for getting upset with her..." EF: maybe apologizing to her directly? Anya: "..." >\\\\> "F-Fine...Where's Meme?" -elsewhere- Kid: "Better?" stocking:....y-yeah.... Kid: "..." *hug* stocking: just having a bad day...remembering bad things.... Kid: *nods* "Want to talk or just sit?" stocking: can you rub my back and comfort me? Kid: "Yes." *small, soft rub along her back* stocking: *hugs him, whimpering slightly* Kid: *light humming as he rubs a bit wider* stocking: .....i love you kid. Kid: "I love you, Stocking." *rests his chin on her shoulder* stocking: mmm..... Kid: *continues rubbing along her back, hums* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "Good day." kirei: *she nods, smiling* Benimaru: "..." *pats her hand* kirei: ^^ Benimaru: "...Have you wanted to travel?" kirei: at the moment? Benimaru: "Sure. Or before." kirei: it never really crossed me mind to be honest. ^^; Benimaru: "Hmm...Obligations have kept me here more often." kirei: ah. Benimaru: "...Maybe that'll change." kirei: perhaps. if we find some free time, maybe we could see other parts of the city? Benimaru: *nods* "I will schedule it..." -elsewhere- Vulcan: *napping in bed* "Zzz..." lisa: zzzz Vulcan: *rests an arm around her waist* lisa: mmm... Vulcan: *small kiss on the back of her neck* lisa: =///= Vulcan: *yawn* "Love you, beautiful..." lisa: love you too, vul... Vulcan: =w= *cuddles, pulling the blanket over them* -elsewhere- Meme: *head buried in pillow* mio: meme? Meme: *groans* mio:...*holds her hand* Meme: "..." *small sob sound* mio:....*small hand kiss* Meme: "Th-Thanks..." mio: any time. Meme: *sits up, wipes her eyes* "...I'm sorry." mio: *hugs her* Meme: *small sob, hugs her back* -elsewhere- ranpo: im hoooome! fukuzawa: welcome back. tanizaki came over to make dinner. Tanizaki: *waves* "How did your day go?" ranpo: visited poe, got cake, it was good. Tanizaki: "...Glad you got your priorities straight..." ^^; maria: *clings to his arm* i wish i could have gone too. >3< Tanizaki: ._. ranpo: is that weirdo mafia boss still here? fukuzawa:....*excalibur* alas...yes. Tanizaki: >_> "He is playing with dolls." ranpo: yikes. fukuzawa: -_-; *actually had to buy dolls today* -elsewhere- Belkia: "How was the trip?" tsubaki: hectic...*lays on the couch* Belkia: "Ah...Well, you can nap if you want. Simpleton and his kitty made sure I didn't blow up the house this time." -elsewhere- Kepuri: *yawns, opens her eyes, stretches* "Mmm..." *looks around* "??? What did I miss?" akaderu: job reviewing, hipster kappas, mafiosos, stuff like that. Kepuri: "...So, typical?" *leans against Akaderu* akaderu: more or less, yeah. Kepuri: "And your job prospects?" akaderu: not sure yet. Kepuri: *nods* "Maybe there's some low-priority work...Maybe the school?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: *yawns* =_= mito: *kitty yawn* Chuuya: "Long day for you, too?" *scratch scratch* mito: *purrs* Chuuya: *yawns* *lies down, nestling Mito* "Just lie down for a bit..." mito: =w= Chuuya: "Zzz..." -elsewhere- Denki: *collapsed on the floor--still doing his gestures from brain-frying* jirou: who's taking him to the nurse NOT IT. Mineta: "NOT IT!" Kouda: *sign language* <*Not it.*> sero: not- dangit. Denki: o3o *groovy movements* Kouda: ._. "???" sero: *carries him with tape* come on, lets get you to the nurse. Denki: "Boogie oogie fever--" *chants* "Woo woo..." jirou: how he's still alive is a mystery. Kouda: *nod nod* Mineta: "Determination." jirou: .... Denki: "Zzz..." =w= -morning, there was a lot of snow- Kid: *yawns...looks outside* "...Wow..." stocking: we're totally snowed in. Kid: "Yep...Guess no time to go out for supplies..." stocking: and plenty of time to snuggle by the fireplace~ Kid: "With hot cocoa?" *cuddles* stocking: yes please~ Kid: *small laugh* "I made sure to get more of the tiny marshmallows...and we got a big blanket." -elsewhere- tomura: *grumbling* Kurogiri: "Even snow gets on your nerves?" tomura: too cold. and everyone keeps going on about that hero killer still! if i hear one more word of it, im going to snap.... Kurogiri: -_-; "Well, I have to put on some cartoons, so--" *turns on the TV* commercal: -built to get the tough stains out- tomura: *SCREAMS and disintegrates the TV* IT'S NOT FAIR! ITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIRITSNOTFAIR!!! *punching the floor and crying* Kurogiri: .______.;;; "...Shigaraki? Sweetie?" tomura: IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT AND KILL SOMETHING!! Kurogiri: *makes a list* "Well, there are a few targets to run by the boss--" tomura: *fetal position and sobbing* Kurogiri: "...Oh, this is serious...Um...Buddy? It'll be...I mean...You want some ice cream?" dabi:....that was fucked up. even for our standards. himiko: he just needs a hug dabi: you want to risk being disintegrated by a tantruming manchild? be my guest himiko: like in beauty and the beast? OwO dabi:....why did i fuck you again? mr compress: because you have impulsive sexual urges dabi: -_-# thank you harry hindsight. -elsewhere- Relan: *shiny eyes* "So much snow..." shinra: OwO Relan: "Snow people! Sledding! And snow--" *SPLAT* Arthur: *smirks, tossing another snowball* shinra: oh it is on. -elsewhere- Motojiro: *puts on a record* =w= *sips his tea, opens his window--* ayako: *nomming on cake* ^u^ Motojiro: "Good morning, you beautiful snowy scene!" *takes up a slice of lemon cake* "What awaits us today--" *SPLAT* ayako: WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!! *throws lemon bombs at the attacker* Gin: *at the street level, holding a snowball, staring at the bomb that dropped at her feet* "...Well, fu--" katya: *10 seconds* *kicks the lemons away from them* *BOOM* Motojiro: OwO "...I'm gonna get punished now..." -elsewhere- Lucy: *building a Snow-Anne* aya: *in her snow fort* Tanizaki: *behind the fort, putting together snowballs* Katai: *builds a snow-futon* atsushi: *looks at kyouka and kenji* ok, here's the plan. kenji will act as diversion while kyouka goes in for the target. kenji: aye-aye! Kyouka: *nods* "I am ready." -elsewhere- Ivan: *opens the dumbwaiter* lydia: <find anything?> Ivan: *scrunches his face* <Rats and old food...> lydia:...<like us then?> Ivan: <The furry kind with big teeth...> lydia: <i know. it was supposed to be a joke.> Ivan: <...Ha.> lydia:.... <we should keep looking...> Ivan: *opens another door* <Closet.> lydia: ....<at least the structure's still standing...> Ivan: *light bulb* <I can put a shrine to Master in here~> lydia: <whatever floats your boat, i guess> Ivan: *already taking measurements of the closet* -elsewhere- Anya: "...This...may get in the way of some tasks today." ao: maybe watch some christmas movies? mio: it's January. Anya: "THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH!" >w< tsugumi: yeah! Meme: "..." *sits down, hugs a pillow* mio:....*hugs* Meme: "..." *leans against her shoulder* -elsewhere- Todoroki: *has already created an outdoor museum of ice sculptures* ochako: neato! momo: wow... Iida: *starts to clap* "Bravo! BRAV--" Todoroki: *carefully takes Iida's good hand, puts a finger over his own lips* "Shh. They are delicate to loud sounds--* *BOOM* ochako: 0-0; Bakugo: "GET BACK HERE, YOU STALKER!" Monoma: *blasting ahead* "Not likely~" Todoroki: "..." *charges up a flame* -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "That will be $5 for the sled, $7 for the one with jingle bells..." *standing at top of hill with a stand: "Sleds"* jack: thank you sir. what do we say, julie? julie: thanks! ^^ Fitzgerald: "You're welcome. Be careful going down the hill--some employees are at play." Daisy: *making a snowman--out of Jordan* jordan: *nomming a carrot* Mr. Tsubaki: ._.;;; -elsewhere- Assi: *screaming as he descends a hill on a snowboard* mono: -.-; Zuno: *effortlessly skiing* =u= "So peaceful, so swift..." *opens his eyes* "...Who am I again?" nea: ZUNO, THERE'S A TREE! Zuno: "Oh, right! I'm a tree! And there's my family!" *opens his arms as he approaches the tree* "Time to hug the family tree!" nea:....*pinches nose* -_-; Assi: o_o; *tackles Zuno* "Zuno, no!" Zuno: "Umph!" *Assi and Zuno roll down the hill--forming a giant snow boulder that keeps going down...* -elsewhere- Jacqueline: "Warm?" kim: =////= Jacqueline: ^\\\^ *nuzzle* -elsewhere- Poe: *lying in the snow, arms by his sides* "...Have I made a snow angel yet?" lana: you're almost there. here, like this. *demonstrating* Poe: "..." *spreads his arms* " 'Kay? Is this good?" lana: see? you're getting it. ^^ Poe: .\\\w\\\. "Yay..." lana: *giggles and kisses his nose* Poe: >\\u\\< "Hee hee..." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *standing alone in an alley* naoya: there you are. Akutagawa: "Yes. Hello" naoya: you ok? Akutagawa: *grunts* "It's cold and snowy." naoya:....hungry? Akutagawa: "..." *nods* naoya: ok then. anywhere you have in mind? Akutagawa: "...Ramen?" naoya: sounds good. and i know a pretty good place for it too. Akutagawa: "Good. Okay..." *walks with her* "...What have you been doing today?" naoya: not much. Akutagawa: "...No missions? I would imagine some opponents would use the snow as cover." naoya: too much snow. Akutagawa: "Hmm. Maybe they will freeze to death." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *staring outside at the snow* guard: *walking along* Kunikida: *sighs* ("Quiet...") -fyodor's cell- Fyodor: *humming* ….. <The white snow is gorgeous--when a little color is added to it...> -footsteps are heard. it seems a new guard is starting work here.- guard: *she looks around* Fyodor: "???" guard: what's with him? he's all chained up like an animal... Fyodor: "I prefer to think I'm more human than animal..." guard: ._.; *she looks to the older guard for an answer* Guard 2: "Ignore him. The man is insane..." guard: ._.;;; n-noted, sir! *salutes, with the wrong hand* Fyodor: "Wrong hand~" Guard 2: -_-# guard: s-sorry, sir! im still learning. ^^;; Guard 2: "Right, right--dismissed." guard: understood. -seems her nametag reads 'Erina'- Fyodor: " 'Erina'? Hmm...'Blessing'?" erina: *small blush* um- i-it's gaelic for ireland apparently, even though im only partially irish on my mum's side of the family- Fyodor: "Hmm. In Arabic it also means 'Beautiful lady.'" erina: *blushing* b-beautiful? me? Fyodor: *smiles* "I'm just explaining what your name can mean, dear." erina: um...i-i see... .////.; Fyodor: "Good luck acclimating to this new environment." erina: y-yessir! *walks off* >///<;; Fyodor: *hums again* -elsewhere- zoey: *asleep* {Fyodor: "You are okay?"} {zoey: *panting on the floor, with whip marks along her back and thighs* y-yes...} {Fyodor: "...You know why I must do this?"} {zoey: a-as long as i c-can please you...} {Fyodor: "Correct...This is to instill discipline..." *traces a finger along one whip mark*} {zoey: *soft moan*} {Fyodor: *lies atop her*} {zoey: *blushing, with heart pupils as her breathing becomes faster*} {Fyodor: "Oh? Excited already?" *light grind against her*} zoey: =////= *rubbing against a pillow, sniffing his cloak* master <3 *knock knock* zoey: the door's open. Q: *alert, staring at the door* Adam: *pokes his head in* "Dinner will be ready..." zoey: alright. thank you. Adam: *nods* *looks at Q* "...You want dessert tonight?" Q: yes please. ^u^ Adam: *nods* "I will set it out after your finish your vegetables." Q: >3< -elsewhere- leo: ... Kouyou: *sips wine* leo: do you need me to run any errands for you? Kouyou: "The snow is coming down rather hard...I think we will need blankets." leo: understood. and groceries? Kouyou: "Hmm...Order those." leo: very well...... Kouyou: "And put on that coat." leo: understood. thank you again. *she puts it on as well as some boots and a hat* i'll be back soon. Kouyou: *nods* "Also, take protection..." leo: *has a knife* understood. Kouyou: *smiles* "Good girl." -elsewhere- Shamrock: *shivering* himawari: *gives him a blanket* Shamrock: "Th-Thanks...So cold today..." -elsewhere- Patty: *roasting potatoes* liz: *nom* Patty: "Better in the cold!" *nom nom* "Butter!" *grabs some* Wes: *nom nom* -elsewhere- oscar: *taking a bath in a spring* *humming* Steinbeck: *checking his book against plants* twain: *resting in a tree* this is the life. Steinbeck: "Be more useful if you helped me find the food..." twain: you got it! *looking around* Steinbeck: "Careful of the berries and--" *looks around* "...Where did the rest go?" baum: present! dorothy: yo. ebie: *hanging upside down via spiderwebs* here! Hemingway: *leaps out of the water--covered in piranhas* oscar: doesnt that hurt, earny? Hemingway: "I've built an immunity--and lost most feeling in my skin from sunburns." oscar: ._.; baum: who here is our medic again? emily: i got it. twain: HOLYSHITONASTICK. baum: i seriously forgot you were here. emily: ^-^; Hemingway: "Oh, I'll be alright. I just need some orange juice for the blood loss and some rum to numb the pain. Mix them together and you get a damn fine drink!" -elsewhere- Tanizaki: *buried in snow* kenji: sorry. ^^; Tanizaki: *muffled gasps* naomi: *digging him out with her hands* hang on, bro! D8> Tanizaki: *gasping* kirako: you alright? Tanizaki: *waves* "F-Fine..." *coughs up a snowball* aya: wait shouldnt the snow have melted in his mouth? kirako: he was just buried... aya: oh. naomi: im just glad he didnt suffocate! Tanizaki: *collapses back into the snow* @~@ atsushi: *sweatdrop as he pulls dazai from out of the snow* Dazai: *he's encased in ice* atsushi: D8> -FWOOOOM- shinra: g-g-got im! Dazai: OwO;;; *his shoulder is on fire* "..." atsushi:...*puts some snow on it* Dazai: "Thank you..." *waves at Shinra* "WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO BURN ME TO DEATH?!" shinra: um.....im afraid im not able to do that, sir. atsushi: *chop* bad dazai. you said no suicide attempts during kirako's pregnancy. Dazai: -3- "I know..." atsushi: *sighs* (i hope we can bail kunikida out soon...) Lucy: "Get inside, everyone! We got hot chocolate!" *spots Shinra, waves* shinra: *nods* atsushi: say you're kusakabe, right? shinra: yeah. atsushi: wanna join us for hot cocoa? shinra: i'll have to ask my commander first. Akitaru: *pops out of the snow* "Someone say 'hot chocolate'?" shinra:....you know what, im not even going to ask. sure. Akitaru: "Yay!" *climbs out of the snow, dragging a frozen Takehisa behind him* -elsewhere- Yohei: *holding Toru* "...Did we bundle him enough?" toru: burr. Yohei: "Hmm...I don't think he's too happy about it..." chie: its ok sweetie. toru: =3= Yohei: "It's for your own good--can't have you catch a cold." -elsewhere- Black Star: *shuddering* "C-C-Cold..." naho: join us under the kotatsu. i got pokemooon. Black Star: *dives under* "P-Polar bear diving was a mistake..." Sakuya: *rolls his eyes, playing his game* tsubaki: *gives him one of her sweaters* Black Star: *pulls it on* "Th-Thanks..." -elsewhere- Kid: *sips hot chocolate* shiori: *snoozing* Kid: *smiles, sets down his drink, whispers* "Time to put her to bed..." lord death: *picks her up and places her in her crib, kissing her forehead* shiori: =w= Yumi: *tucks her in* "Sleep well, sweetie..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *curled up* -silence- Kunikida: "..." *marks again on the wall* ???: doppo... Kunikida: "...???" -a ghostly figure appears and crawls onto him....it's nobuko?- nobuko: doppo~.... Kunikida: "!!!" *tries to pull back--* nobuko: its so cold, doppo....im so lonely... Kunikida: "Stop it--Stop it! You're not here..." nobuko: it's so lonely. *her eyes are completely black, crying some inky fluid* Kunikida: !!!! nobuko: *her face is inches from his. and she opens her mouth unnaturally wide to scream, but all that comes out is loud static* Kunikida: "No!" *pulls back his hand before pushing it at her jaw, ready to slam it shut--* -nothing's there- Kunikida: "..." *pants* -elsewhere- Hiro: [how u holding up?] EF: [been busy] Hiro: [snow got up your way too, huh?] EF: [yeah] Hiro: [how u all been passing time?] EF: [watching movies] Hiro: [snowball fight. in the face.] EF: [u ok?] Hiro: [ice ironically is helping the swelling ^^; ] -elsewhere- Todoroki: *sighs* *rubs his hands* fuyumi: you ok? Todoroki: "Surprisingly cold..." fuyumi: i'll get some hot cocoa Todoroki: "Thanks..." *looks out the window* -the snow fall seems lighter now- Todoroki: "Maybe this blizzard will subside..." -elsewhere- No Might: *wraps scarf more tightly around him* *shivers* inko: *walking with izuku* Izuku: "--and then he slid across the street--and up the building! It was incred--" *spots No Might* owo;;;;; No Might: .___________.;;;;;;; inko: *nods to him, smiling* No Might: *nods* ("KEEP WALKING, KEEP WALKING--") Izuku: OwO;;;;; No Might: *crashes into a light post* inko: oh goodness, are you alright? No Might: *bleeding from his mouth* "Just fine, ma'am!" inko: do you need a doctor?? No Might: "N-Nah! Happens all the time! Just need to take my medicine..." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *slurp* naoya: tastes good, ya? Akutagawa: *nods* "Good broth..." naoya: glad to hear. ^^ -elsewhere- shinra:.....*anxious* Relan: "...Shinra? Did you hear me?" shinra: !! oh, h-hey rel. *wipes his eyes, smiling* Relan: "..." *holds his hand* shinra:....i-i keep having dreams about her....i-i-im scared she's going to hurt me....im too scared to sleep. Relan: "...I wish I could stop them..." shinra: *buries his face in his chest, whimpering* Relan: *strokes his head* "..." shinra: *sniffle* Relan: "You're safe here..." shinra: t-thanks... Relan: *nods* "You're welcome...I'll be here, as long as you need..." shinra:...c-can you sleep in here tonight? Relan: *nods* -elsewhere- yana: *fiddling with a pen* .... *There are papers and maps in front of her* yana: *examining*..... *sigh* <bored...> *Some of the wallpaper in the room is torn* yana: .... *small yawn* {Fyodor: <Keep the others on their toes.>} yana: ..... (how can i do that, when i can barely keep awake?.....) *There is a blanket on the bed...It looks more comfortable than to be expected for this hotel* yana:.... *prods at it, making sure it's actually usable* *The bed stays up* yana:....*checking for any abnormalities, like needles and such* *Nothing--there's just a pillow and sheets with a blanket* yana:....*removes cloak, little crown, and boots and lays in bed, falling asleep instantly* *Images appear of two people...* yana: *shuffling in her sleep* lydia: .... *puts the cloak over her* {Fyodor: *intense stare*} {Anya: *concerned look*} {yana: what's.....going on? a dream?} {Fyodor: <Have you completed what I wish?>} {yana:....<been getting there.>} {Fyodor: <Not quickly enough.>} lydia:.....she's shaking badly, ivan... Ivan: "???!" {Anya: *hug*} yana: *eyes open*...wha? lydia: are you alright? yana: fine..... Ivan: "..." *puts a hand on her forehead* yana: ivan what the heck- Ivan: "You don't have a temperature..." yana: im fine, im not a baby. =3=; Ivan: "But you have widdle baby cheeks." ^^ yana:.......*completely unamused* riiiiight. thanks, i reeeally appreciate that, gonch. Ivan: <You're welcome.> lydia: ... <in any case> you really should eat something. yana: what are you, my mom? Ivan: <I would say 'no.'> yana: it was sarcasm, ivan. lydia: you really should look after yourself. you've been working non-stop since we arrived. Ivan: <Delegate.> yana:....maybe.....*picks up the crown and examines it* Ivan: <...Shiny.> yana: for the aesthetic, i guess. lydia: didnt you buy it at a costume shop? yana: yeah. the cape's one of fyodor's though. Ivan: OwO;;;; yana:...what? Ivan: "May I smell it?" yana: ...... lydia: *nose pinch* -_-; yana: sure....go nuts...just not too nuts. (maybe i shouldnt tell him the shirt is fyodor's too, that would be too weird.) Ivan: =w= <Thank you, oh glorious leader, spawn of our other glorious leader...> yana: *sweatdrops* Ivan: *laughing giddily to himself as he departs the room...* yana: i honestly dont know about that one. -elsewhere- Meme: *curled up in bed* "..." mio: ..... Meme: "..." *whimper* -elsewhere- Ogun: "How long can one man stay in there?" student: maybe he's asleep. Ogun: "Could be...Need something loud to get his attention--" pan: *WHISTLING* Ogun: *covers his ears* "Y-Yeah, that's plenty loud..." -morning- Kid: *stretches* stocking: *yaaawn* Kid: "Good morning, beautiful." stocking: *sitting on his lap* hello~ Kid: ^\\\\^ "Sleep well?" *kisses her cheek* -elsewhere- Akitaru: *sets out a tall stack of pancakes* shinra: yesssss Arthur: "I want mine in the shape of a castle." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *hands Sonia her mittens* "Almost ready?" sonia: *nod nod* Chuuya: "Okay. We'll head to the store and back for food..." *opens the door, steps into the hallway* sonia: *following him* Chuuya: "Want any treats while we're there?" -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "--and for one-fifth the price of Rolexes sold in major stores! See? I can be an economical consumer!" louisa:....(should i tell him?) Fitzgerald: *shiny eyes--then all the color fades out of his face...and skin...and suit* "..." louisa:....sir?.....*backs up* sir? Fitzgerald: "...What is a 'Folex'?" bram: it means you got ripped off. Fitzgerald: "..." *reaches into his wallet, pulls out $500* "This should about do it..." -elsewhere- Anya: "--and they have free-roaming bison!" Meme: "..." tsugumi: ^^;..... *looks out the window* shaula:....*walking along* tsugumi: !!! Anya: *still reading brochures* tsugumi: it's her! for real this time! Meme: "!!! Mio!" mio: on it! *hammer-axe mode* EF: O-O h-hey- Meme: *kicks open the door* EF: D8> Meme: *runs out to where she spotted Shaula* shaula:... *smirks and runs into an alley* tsugumi:...come on! we have to go after them! Meme: *following* ("Don't give her a sense where I'm going, what I'm going to do--except to feel my absolute desire for her death!") Anya: "Right!" ao: understood. *follows tsugumi* Meme: ("She's cornered...But she can leap high...Mio...Get ready for my jump!") mio: [you got it!] shaula: *heading into an empty warehouse* Meme: "...NOW!" *leaps* "HUAAAAAA!" shaula: *stinger block* well, look what came crawling back! Meme: *angry smile as she continues to press her weapon in an attempt to break the block* "Not crawling...Standing..." -CLANG CLANG SLASH- shaula: i got to say, there's a fire in your eyes, meme...you want something from me, dont you? Meme: "Keep at it, Mio!" *SLAM* "We're going to get it from her...I want to know where they are!" shaula: they? hmmm, what could you mean by that meemers? i've been around sooo many years, its hard to keep track of all the lives ive ruined, lol~ mio: *jawdrop* [did she seriously just say 'lol'?] Meme: *not even influenced, swings at Shaula's head* shaula: tsk- tsk-, is this any way to treat the one who raised you? so ungrateful... Meme: "YOU DIDN'T!" *holds Mio with just one hand--and swings her fist at Shaula's jaw* shaula: grk-.... you outten't have done that~ *wraps her stinger around meme's leg, throwing her into the wall* Meme: "AAAaaaah--" *CRASH, CRACK* mio: MEME!! Meme: *she's not moving* shaula: wait a sec....oh NOW i get it.... *baby talk* you wants to knows about mommy and daddy, dont yews? Meme: *groans, trying to push herself up* mio: BITCH!! *charges at her with an axe arm* shaula: *grabs her wrist, twisting it* mio: AHHHH!!!! Meme: *bolts up* "Mio! No!" shaula: you want to know what happened to your parents? well i'd be happy to...... NOT tell you~ ^u^ Meme: "Let her go!" shaula: i wonder, how she'll react to the venom~ Meme: "!!!" *a burst of energy flows through her as she runs at Shaula--and trips, falling, pain shooting through her back* "Mio..." *crying* mio: *wince* Meme: "I can't..." ???: "Royal Lance!" shaula: ?? *drops mio and dodges* mio: ah....meme! *runs over to her* tsugumi: oh no you dont! Meme: "Mio..." mio: are you ok? Meme: *can't speak, just shaking* Anya: "The right!" tsugumi: roger! shaula: *dodging* Anya: "Again!" -SLASH SLASH- Anya: "Once more--the wall behind her!" -BOOOOM- shaula: !! SCORPION-SCISSORS! *The wall is collapsing* mio: !!! *holds meme tight* -RUMBLE- mio: !!!...w-wha... Meme: "???" -part of the floor is elevated to keep the rubble from falling on them- Meme: "How..." mio: so that's my elemental alignment, eh?....kickass. Meme: "...Mio..." mio:...ready to kick this witch's ass? Meme: "..." *holds out her hand* mio: *takes her hand* tsugumi: HYAH! shaula: *SLASH* ao: *on the upper level* Meme: *stands, holding her weapon--and aims for Shaula's head* mio: [i have a plan, slam the hammer to the ground] Meme: "??? ..." Right. *walks slowly...before starting to jog and eventually run* ao: *holding tsugumi, who has scythe blade increased* ~MIDORI NO KAZE~ *slashes, sending little wind slices at shaula* shaula: *sliced a bit, but still standing* URK- you little shits! mio: NOW! Meme: *lifts up her weapon and--drops the hammer* ~TERRA SPIKE~ -a line of spikes shoots out of the ground, heading towards shaula, stabbing her limbs- shaula: *SCREAMS* Meme: *pants, leaning against her weapon* "Now then..." *looks up* "You know the question I have..." shaula: alright, jeez....what do you want to know? im not exactly g-going anywhere, haha ow, hurts to laugh. Meme: "...My parents." shaula: oh right....they're dead. Meme: "!!!" shaula: what can i say, i needed an infant for my plan, and its their own fault for being in the right place at the right time. Meme: "..." *clenches her fists, shaking* tsugumi: you.....DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BUT YOURSELF?! shaula: ah? Anya: "Selfish! Deplorable! Wicked! Evil!" shaula: please, do ahead, i've heard them all before. Anya: "SNIVELING COLD-HEARTED BITCH WITH UGLY HAIR!" shaula: *yawns* Anya: "AND YOU SUCK AT VIDEO GAMES!" shaula: YOU WANNA FUCKING GO BETCH!?!? ao: i see why you're the least favorite. shaula: *crying* YOU KEEP MY MOTHER OUT OF THIS! Meme: "SHUT UP!" shaula: !!... Meme: "...Tell me...Who were they?" shaula:...very well. Jirou Kozuki, physics professor. Asuka Tatane, university student. Meme: "...What were they like?" shaula: hell if i care, but they must have loved you, being willing to try fighting me off to protect you... Meme: "...They died...to protect me...Why did you want me?" shaula: i needed a child to raise for my plans, and i didnt want to knock myself up. so why not just take someone else's kid? like i said, you were in the right place at the right time. Meme: "For what purpose?! What plan?!!" shaula: remember the death city invasions with the traitors? you were a vital pawn for both plans. the first you were a trainee soldier, the second you were my spy. but then you had to go and betray me. Meme: " 'Betray'...Betray? I owe you nothing!" shaula: HA! everything you have now...it's all thanks to me....so you better appreciate it~ Meme: "...There's one thing I have that I don't owe to you..." *picks up Mio in weapon form* shaula: ah? Meme: *lifts Mio and holds it over Shaula's head before bringing the weapon down--* shaula: !!!!! -slice- shaula: *SHRIEKS as her ponytail is cut off* Meme: "..." -the ponytail twitches violently...before stopping- tsugumi:....................holy shit. Anya: ._.; ao: oh my~ *claps* mio:....get. rekt. Meme: *still holds Mio* "Ugly witch..." ao: so do we just leave her here? Meme: *shakes her head* "We have to get her back to Death City...This witch is too dangerous." tsugumi: right. -and so- Anya: *looking around* EF: THERE YOU GIRLS ARE! I WAS LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU AND WHEN THE DWMA SENT-......what's that? tsugumi: *holding the braid, which now has a ribbon tied to it* war trophy. Anya: -_-; EF:........*JAWDROPS SO HARD SHE BREAKS THE SIDEWALK* Anya: "!!! H-How did you..." EF: HOW DID YOU EVEN- ao: dont question it too much, princess, you'll hurt yourself~ ^^ Meme: "..." *bows to Eternal Feather* "I'm sorry to have worried you." EF:...*sigh* at least you weren’t hurt too badly... Anya: "And we took care of one problem..." EF: y-you-YOU DONT MEAN- shaula: *THRASHING AGAINST THE RESTRAINTS. she's all tied like hannibal lector* -at medusa's house- neian: bu? Medusa: "..." *contented sigh* =w= -elsewhere- arachne:...seems good things can happen after all. Giriko: "???" -elsewhere- Fyodor: *whistling* erina: *by the door, keeping guard* Fyodor: *humming...lightly singing* erina: *nervous* Fyodor: *singing* <Sometimes we pretend we do, just for show...> erina: i dont recognize that one. Fyodor: *smiles* "Old love song from back home." erina:.... .////. i see.... Fyodor: "It's a favorite of mine. I particularly like how it rises..." erina: y-yeah...*awkward shuffling* do you...have anyone you like? Fyodor: "Maybe~" erina: *awkward laugh*... ./////////.;;;; Fyodor: *smiles, returns to humming* -elsewhere- Lucy: *picking up bowls* "...Oh. You." mahiru: ^^; Kuro: *slurp* Lucy: "..." *looks at Mahiru* "Do you need a refill?" -elsewhere- Daisy: *holding an ice pack to her head* -_-# louisa: rough night? Daisy: "I tried to drink away the night--and hit my head." louisa: oh goodness... ._.; Daisy: "And while out, I lost my car keys, so I had to take the bus to work..." louisa: i think they're still on your desk. ^^; Daisy: "..." *loud annoyed sigh* *Suddenly, singing is heard coming up the hallway* ???: "Oh what a beautiful morning..." louisa: *peek* Zuno: "Oh what a beautiful day--" *spots Louisa* "Oh! I got your mail..." *it's addressed to "Louis Fine"* louisa: um...thanks..... (i'll get this to him asap) -elsewhere- Kuro: *in cat form...with a cloth lion mane on him* "...I do this for show and tell in class, and you promise ramen, right?" mahiru: yes, kuro. Kuro: "..." *inhales* "Let me get into character..." *half-hearted 'roar'* "..." *nods* "Okay. Let's do this." -elsewhere- Black Star: *staring at a photo of him and Sid when he was a baby* naho: awwww, you had such squishy cheeks! Black Star: >_< "You're darn right I was adorable..." tsubaki: *chuckle* lavender: mr barret looks so young here... Higan: “It’s like he had a baby face.” -elsewhere- Kunikida: *shudders* shaula: *glares at kunikida* OH RUB IT ON IN WHY DONT YA?! Kunikida: "??? No, not that. I was...just...You know, nevermind..." Alone: "...It's a new look?" shaula:..... *GLAAAARE* grimoire: ..... Alone: ._.; "...It still looks nice on you, though?" shaula: *pouts* what happened to butter-brat? Alone: "Adopted." shaula: well good for her then! >n< Alone: "Yeah, she's with my dream-frog...AND THAT STUPID UGLY MAN-WOLF!" >_< shaula: thats rough buddy. Alone: *sniff* T~T "This place isn't fun...But at last you're back, Stingy!" shaula:..... Q___Q my poor stinger. Alone: "...It grows back, right?" shaula: TT_TT eventually... Alone: "Well, plenty of time to pass for it to grow back...We could play games?" shaula:.....oi, whats her deal? erina: *sweats* Alone: *shrug* "She guards this really smart but creepy prisoner who speaks Russian." shaula: so? grimoire: i would advise avoiding him. Alone: "Yeah, or he might flirt with you, too..." shaula: pass. Fyodor: <Just as well: I don't sleep with worms.> -elsewhere- Meme: *clenching her hands* "..." mio:.....*holds her* Meme: "..." *sniff, wipes her eyes* mio: we're here for you, ok, meme? Meme: "Th-Thanks...I just can't see how to...get through this..." mio: lets take it a day at a time, ok? Meme: *cries, nods* mio: *kiss* shhh...*rubs her back* Meme: *whimpering* -elsewhere- PlushFix: "So, how many we missing?" hina: two. son of a bitch. PlushFix: "So we lost Flowers and Rent-A-Maid..." mimeca: =3= hina: so now what? PlushFix: "I suggest we release this pent up frustration with some thievery, violence, explosions, and all the usual vices." hina: hell yeah, -elsewhere- Haumea: *staring forward* -________- charon: any news on assault's whereabouts? Haumea: "NO! GOD! WHY DO YOU TALK SO MUCH?!" >_< charon:... i barely said anything... ._.; guruna: kururu....i miss assault. he was easy to deceive. Haumea: T_T "He could do the heavy lifting..." Friz: "He still owes me five dollars..." -elsewhere- Adam: *pulls a five dollar bill out of his pocket* "??? Where did this come from?" oguri: i'll take it if you dont want it~ Adam: Q-Q oguri: *puppy eyes* pwease? im saving for something important. Adam: "What for?" oguri: medical reasons. Adam: "...Of course." *hands him the $5* oguri: thank you~ ^^ *heads to his room* -elsewhere- Kid: *snoozing on the couch* "Zzz..." stocking: *snoozing next to him* Kid: *kitten yawn, hug* stocking: so nice and cozy~ Kid: =w= "Agreed..." *pulls up the blanket* stocking: *purrs* Kid: "Hee hee...Kitten..." *nuzzle* stocking: u/////u <3 Kid: *smooch* stocking: hehehe~ -elsewhere- Joker: *shudders* "Creepy..." ivy: hm? Joker: "N-Nothing...Just remembered something..." ("Creepy woman...") ivy:...hm.... Joker: "..." *shakes as he lights a smoke* -elsewhere- ranpo: ever hear this one story about the human chair? Tanizaki: ._. "...Should I have?" maria: *listening intently* Tanizaki: *listens* ranpo: well, apparently, this creepy guy hid in this lady's chair and stalked her while she sat in it. creepy right? naomi: way creepy! >A<; Tanizaki: .__________.;;;;; "...What the F?" atsushi: D8> Lucy: "...And _how_ did you hear this story? Doesn't sound like one of Edgar's..." ranpo: *licks his lollipop* dont rightly remember. Lucy: -_-# atsushi: *opens mouth to say something, but then shuts up* -elsewhere- Fyodor: =_= erina: *standing guard* Fyodor: <Unfair...> erina: sir? Fyodor: "Hmm? Oh. Sorry. It's nothing...Just a quibble." erina: hmm.... Fyodor: "It's just...I'm not used to being able to speak with someone." erina: ah... Fyodor: "I guess that's not hard for you--you strike me as someone who is an engaged speaker." erina: me? well, in school i did do the morning announcements... Fyodor: "Ah. You must have been very popular." erina: not really, i guess i was fairly average. Fyodor: "...I'm sorry. But I hardly think you're 'average.'" erina: .///. um...t-thanks. Fyodor: "You're welcome. Sometimes, it just takes time, and the right people, to recognize the qualities someone has." erina:...*awkward laugh* .////.;; Fyodor: *small laugh* "...Thank you. I appreciate getting to talk." -elsewhere- Ivan: *asleep--clutching one of Fyodor's cloaks* =w= lydia: .... Ivan: *inhales* *sighs happily* <Master~> lydia:.... *sighs and walks away* (why are you like this, ivan? did fyodor really....?) -elsewhere- Hiro: "That's...eventful." EF: no kidding. Hiro: "At least you're in one piece...Unlike Shaula's hair." EF: *chuckles* Hiro: "Any commendation from Lord Death for a job well done?" EF: most likely. Hiro: "Congrats!" -elsewhere- Dazai: *holding a bucket* "Now be careful stepping onto the ice." *he also has a fishing pole* kenji: ^u^ Kyoka: *carrying the bait* "How will we cut a hole in the ice?" yosano: *chainsaw out* Lucy: ._.; "Won't that scare away the fish?" Kyoka: "Not after we drug the fish." kenji: woah! i got something! *pulls out......!!!* lovecraft: ?? Dazai: "...We're eating fried squid tonight!" >w< Lucy: "..." *grabs the chainsaw, aims it at Dazai* lovecraft: unhand me. i need to hibernate. Kyoka: "In water? You'll freeze to death." Dazai: *shiny eyes* "Freeze...Chainsaw...Freeze or chainsaw..." lovecraft: i've slept in colder waters. Kyoka: "...I think Kenji could still fry him up, too--" Lucy: "CAN YOU NOT?!" lovecraft: ??? hello lucy. Lucy: *smiles* "Hello, Howard." *turns back to Dazai and Kyoka, fire in her eyes* "NO EATING LOVECRAFT!" kenji: ok. ^^ Dazai: T_T "Oh, poo." Kyoka: *shrugs* -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "--then a right at the boulder in the shape of a nose..." twain: *holding the map* Hemingway: *passes around the water* "A nose? Kind of an odd instruction..." oscar: what kind of nose're we talking about here? Steinbeck: ._.;;; "I'm just going off of what the notes say..." *flips through the notes* "Maybe there's a photo of it..." -elsewhere- Mori: "..." *opens a book, following a finger along a map* fukuzawa: ?? *It's a map of Berlin* fukuzawa: are you familiar with the city? Mori: "Maybe...I've read about it." fukuzawa: hmm.... Mori: "...I played there?" fukuzawa: was your hometown nearby? Mori: "...Yes." fukuzawa: do you know where? Mori: "...Nearby. Small." fukuzawa:... hmm... Mori: "...Dad's office..." fukuzawa: *listening* Mori: "...I saw people go in." fukuzawa: ... Mori: *shakes his head* "I dont remember them leaving..." fukuzawa: ........ Mori: "..." *shakes his head* "He told me to go play..." fukuzawa: hmm..... Mori: "...I'd like to nap now." -elsewhere- Iida: *skating along the ice* "...This is enjoyable." mina: WOOT! jirou: .~.;; Iida: *does a spin, landing on one leg with arms out* "Ta-da!" Mineta: *stuck head first to the ice* >_< "Show off..." ochako: *spins a circle around him, causing the part of the ice he is stuck to to sink* Mineta: D:< "RUUUUUUUDE...glub glub glub..." -elsewhere- Motojiro: *flipping through pages, wearing headphones* "Hmm...Mmm-mm..." ayako:....WE HAVE A VISITOR! Motojiro: *not noticing, headphones too loud* =w= "So melodic..." ayako: OK IMMA LET HER IN NOW. Motojiro: "La la la~" leo: motojiro? Motojiro: *spinning in his chair to the music, singing--then spots Leo* OwO;;; *and spins off of the chair to the floor* leo: ah! are you alright? *going over to him, concerned* Motojiro: o\\\\w\\\\o *crab walks back* "Fi-Fi-Fi--" leo: ?? Motojiro: "--ine!" *crashes into the wall* QwQ leo: ._.; Motojiro: QwQ "...TEA! LET ME MAKE YOU SOME TEA!" *stands up, limping to his chemistry set* leo: are you sure you're alright? Motojiro: "Okey-dokey positively am I!" *he has a slight nosebleed* ^w^ leo:.... ^^; .... ah! you're bleeding... *hands him a tissue* Motojiro: "..." *tentatively takes the tissue* "Th-Th-Th-Muchas gracias!" *takes it* leo:... *small chuckle* Motojiro: .\\\\. "Wh-What brings you?" leo: just thought i would check in to see how you were holding up. Motojiro: "Oh, I'm a little down. On the floor." ^^; leo:....*chuckles, then laughs until she's actually crying* Motojiro: "!!! L-Leo?" *holds out a hand* leo: *sniff* s-sorry, i-its been a while since i had a good laugh...*rubs her eyes* Motojiro: "..." *smiles* "Well, glad I could help..." leo: ......*hugs* Motojiro: .\\\\\. "..." *pat pat* "It's okay..." leo: .... Motojiro: "Just...whatever works?" leo: r-right... Motojiro: *smiles* "So...tea?" leo: s-sure... *small smile* Motojiro: "Great..." *The tea has already exploded in his chemistry set* ayako: *covered in soot and wearing her goggles* tea's done! Motojiro: "Delightful!" *cradles a broken cup* "To good health!" -elsewhere- Honenuki: "opens his book* "Okay, onto Exercise 5." tokage: alright! Hiryu: >~< "Too difficult..." yui: *signing* <got it> Honenuki: "See? Just need to practice it. Yui, could you show Hiryu?" yui: *nod nod* Hiryu: ._. "But I showed all my steps...and it still doesn't get the right answer..." yui: <did you try this?> *shows an equation* Hiryu: *looking over it* "..." .____. "...I forgot the 1..." ^^;;; yui: *pap pap* itsuka: *super focused* Honenuki: *looks at Itsuka* "???" ("Really good focus...") pony: 'ey nate, can ya help me wit dis problem here? Monoma: T-T; ("It's Neito...") "Sure..." *looks at the question* "How far you get through it?" -elsewhere- Kyoka: "We're back. We have fish." atsushi: that's gre-..... ._.; um... lovecraft: i was......invited.... Lucy: ^^ "Isn't it great?! Howard is visiting!" atsushi: um.....hello? ^^;;;;; lovecraft: *shakes his hand* hello. atsushi:....f-firm grip..... ^^; Lucy: ^^ Kyoka: "I'll get the plates." *drags a big fish out of the bucket* -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Pasta okay?" sonia: ok papa. Chuuya: "That's good..." *adds some spice to the tomato sauce* "And I hope dessert is good. Just needs a little longer to bake..." sonia: ok. -seems she drew some new pictures today- Chuuya: *lowers the heat on the sauce, looks at her drawings* -a few typical drawings a (physically) 6-year-old girl would draw, such as flowers, kitties, kouyou....and rain- Chuuya: "..." *looks at the drawing of Rain* -she seems to be smiling, with angel wings and a halo with some crayon text that says 'mama'- Chuuya: "..." *sad smile* -elsewhere- Tanizaki: "Honestly, this mess..." *brushes candy wrappers off the desk* kirako: wouldnt kill him to clean up after himself... Tanizaki: "He probably thinks it gets in the way of his deductions..." kirako: why is he like this?... -elsewhere- neian: *baby babble* Medusa: "...Enjoying yourself?" neian: ^o^ *happy babble* Medusa: "Well, that's good..." *picks her up* neian: zzzz Medusa: "..." *soft sway before setting her into her crib* neian: zzzzz Medusa: *tucks her in* "..." ("The future...")…. =w= "Still feel that peace...Hee hee...Poor sister..." -elsewhere- Fyodor: =w= "I don't see what has you so upset..." shaula: I DONT EVEN GET ANY ALCOHOL HERE! AND I WAS BEATEN BY A BUNCH OF PREPUBECANT TWITS! Alone: "...Hey, I'm not judging, but maybe re-phrase the last part?" *is making toilet bowl wine* shaula: ..............................................dude, gross. Alone: "Don't knock it! I cleaned the toilet first! Beggars can't be choosers..." *dips his ladle into the bowl--and it dissolves* ._.;;; shaula:.....eugh..... Fyodor: "Fufufu~" shaula: and what's _your_ beef, fyodorkus? Fyodor: "What? I have no...What is this 'beef'?" *smiles* shaula: its what you get from cows- WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH YOU, CREEPY WEIRDO? Fyodor: "Passing time. Same as anyone." shaula: tch-....what're you in for then? Fyodor: "Accessory to murder, murder, conspiracy, theft, kidnapping, mutilation--I've lost track of the charges." shaula: cool story bro. Fyodor: "I may write it...I'm sure your story is interesting as well. After all, I have long heard about the famous Gorgons..." shaula: oh really? Fyodor: "Yes, the Mother of Weapons Arachne. The mad scientist Medusa. And...the third one." shaula: all you probably know about us is just the legends. Fyodor: "Oh? That's a shame. I guess those stories about your victories in deception were exaggerations, too?" shaula: maybe he does know. Fyodor: *smiles* "I hope, while we have time here together, to hear the truth behind those legends." shaula: *grinch grin* grimoire: but i thought- shaula: grimmy, shut it. im gay as fuck, and am willing to take all the compliments. grimoire:................................. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* -_-; Giriko: "Feeling alright?" arachne: i feel like all is alright with the world. malaria: ?? arachne: ^u^ Giriko: "Well, that's super." ^^ -elsewhere- leo: thank you for today. Motojiro: "Of course--I hope it was satisfying." leo:.....*small kiss on the cheek* see you tomorrow then? Motojiro: .\\\\\\. "H-Hum-Humma-Ho-O-Okay..." leo: *smiles and exits*..... (feels warm......) *soft smile* Motojiro: "...Legs...failing. Gravity taking over. Fetch me the pillow..." ayako: *throws pillow in just the right position* Motojiro: *falls onto the pillows* =w= "Zzz..." -elsewhere- Nedzu: *brewing his tea* ^w^ "Now, to review--how is progress?" midnight: we've determined the match-ups. Nedzu: "Goodie!" *reviews the files* "Hmm...Interesting...That'll require setting up the locations...What exactly is a 'Denki'?" -elsewhere- katya: *tapping foot, antsy* Gin: "??? What's with you?" katya: n-need to...need to kill someone....feels like sand.....its all feeling like sand.... *shaking* pushkin: !! <shit-shit!> come on, dont you have prisoners who need executing? anyone?? Gin: "..." ("That's a problem...") "We are currently interrogating..." katya: I NEED TO KILL SOMETHING PLEASE! Gin: "Fine. We have one...I'll take you to them." katya: g-get the big guns out.... -in the cell- Prisoner: Q__Q "I need out..." katya: *has a submachine gun, giggling maniacally* gladly~ *sticks the gun into his mouth.............and opens fire, with a look of pure malicious glee on her face* Prisoner: *in their last moments--a look of despair and then, they are gone, the head now a mess left on the floor, the body left twitching before all functions cease* katya: *panting as she puts the gun down* .........heh......*sigh*......... pushkin: you ok in there, kati? katya:...y-yeah....i feel better now... pushkin: *phew* glad to hear. Gin: "...Holy shit." naoya: jeez, overkill much? katya: well, at least im back to some feeling of reality, so im good.... pushkin: *pap pap* Gin: ._. ("...If that's reality...") katya:...............................im fucking parched. *takes a swig of her flask* ah, good shit.... Gin: "...Go rest." katya: *grunts of 'fine fine'* -elsewhere-

#death city days #tw violence

[redlegomaniac]

Shot Down [WW2]

Disclaimer : Dreamworks owns everything WWII Shot Down Dear Hiccup, This letter is in response to your most recent sending. It was good to hear from you again, as always, and I was ecstatic to learn of your promotion in your wing. Berk is quiet without you. I miss you, and dare I say it I miss your cousin too - to an extent. I am proud of you son, more than you can ever imagine. PS: I saw Heather Oswaldson the other day, she looked nervous about seeing me. Stay safe and write soon, - Stoick Dearest Love, I am writing to you with a heavy heart. I hope one day you will forgive me, or hold some semblance of respect for me in the future. There were dried tear stains on the paper. I cannot wait any longer, My Love. I want to have a future with someone and to live without the fear of losing that someone everyday…I have been seeing another man, while you have been away. I realize that I am selfish, and for that I am sorry. A Thousand Apologies, - Heather

A young man, nearly twenty years old with auburn hair and forest green eyes, held the small pieces of paper between his index finger and his thumb. He sighed, and looked up to the empty room around him. He checked his watch, reading eleven o’clock pm. Normally he would be in his bunk right now, sleeping quietly through the night along with the others of his wing. Normally, he’d be missing his home. Today was different. The air was damp, and the dew dripped from the blades of grass outside the lounge house he was in. The night’s darkness was noiseless, and the only light of the room he was in was the flickering candle before him. He put his elbows and hands on the table, tapping the rhythm of an old tune he had heard from his mother years ago. He should feel tired, but he wasn’t. He had slept the day’s afternoon away. The door opened, and a figure stood in the doorway. “Are you ready?” The young man didn’t answer. Instead he held the letter from Heather over the flickering flame, and let it burn in his hand, ignoring the heat of the burning paper even as it neared his fingers. The man standing in the door stared with wide eyes, then listened to the young man’s words. “Is anyone ever ready?” Hiccup stood up, picked up the note from his father and folded it before sliding it in his left chest pocket, and sighed. “What were the survivability predictions again, Eret?” The man standing at the door retrieved a notepad from an inside pocket of his coat and thumbed through the pages. “Uhhh… Well it’s double digits.” Eret said carefully. “Freddy Ingerman ran the numbers twice, and given what we know of the region so far…” “I know.” The auburn haired man replied shortly. His high school sweetheart had just given up on him, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment. He was thirty minutes away from embarking on a solo reconnaissance mission over Denmark. Hiccup clenched his fists, breathing in and out once before walking past the other man, leaving the room and entering the silent night. The two men walked down the stretch of flattened dirt they called a runway towards the hangars and the barracks. “So…eh.. “ Eret said sounding a little unsure. “Is everything alright?” He asked seeing the scowl Hiccup had adopted. “Just…..Just some problems at home.” Hiccup mumbled. “I got a letter… She’s been cheating on me.” Eret sucked in a breath. “That’s harsh, mate.” He muttered. “It’s just… we were high school sweethearts and now I don’t know what I’ll do without her.” Hiccup talked with a hand out before him, swaying his hand to emphasize his point. Eret yawned, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Mate.” A lull in the conversation, and then he continued. “D’you think I can get a cup of tea before we leave?” Hiccup sighed. “I don’t understand you Brits and your tea.” The British man gasped in shock as he placed a hand over his heart. “Oh you wound me, Haddock.” They heard the sounds of boots running towards them, and looking back they saw a figure approaching quickly. “Haddock, Eretson. You two are to report to the briefing room immediately. Further instruction will be delivered there.” The figure, an eighteen year old private, said, saluted, then ran off. After sharing a glance, they walked in silence towards the briefing room. Freddy Ingerman was there, being the top analyst on base, and likely the smartest man there besides Hiccup. “Evening, Haddock and Eretson.” “Evening.” They responded together. Hiccup took a seat, resting his head on an open palm as he leaned slightly onto the armrest while Eret stood at the edge of the room. It was cold in the room, and the ceiling lamp that hung by the wire swung slowly. Freddy Ingerman clasped his hands together. “Right, so you both know your flight paths?” The two pilots nodded, and Hiccup stood up, glancing at Eret. “I’m ready if you are.” He said, to which Eret nodded, and Freddy spoke up. “Great! I-uh, I’ll let traffic control know you’re leaving.” The analyst left the room, leaving Hiccup and Eret together once again. Ten minutes later the two pilots, with Hiccup piloting a Lockheed P38-G Lightning painted a dark navy blue with black stripes, and Eret piloting a stock model of a Supermarine Spitfire MkVb, made their way onto the airstrip to take off into the early dawn’s dark sky. “Traffic Control this is Night Fury 1-1, ready for take-off.” “Copy that Night Fury, you are clear for take off.” The twin engined plane slowly crept down the runway, extending the plane’s control flaps to takeoff position and pushed the throttle lever forward, increasing speed in a rumbling crescendo. After a few moments, Hiccup lifted off the ground, and he flicked the switch for the internal cockpit light on, as well as flicking the switch for the landing gear to retract. Eret took off shortly behind him, taking up a spot on his right around 20-40 meters away to give the larger aircraft room to maneuver. Hiccup leaned his head to the edge of the cockpit glass, to see where his wing-mate had ended up, and saw him wave in his own cockpit. He waved back, and smiled softly. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any problems with this early morning flight. Stars twinkled above them, and Hiccup notified Eret that he was turning his light off. It was times like these that he loved about being a pilot. Just, to be able to experience the sight of stars and sometimes the planets much closer than anyone else in the world. He sighed, and wished the war to be over. He wished to be home. He reached forward, a grabbed a photo that was lodged by the edge of a screw that helped secure the compass’ covering. He snorted, remembering what he had said to Heather when she had sent him the photo of them together. “I’m going to put this next to my compass, so that I will always know how to find home.” He sighed, and felt the small ache of his heart tug at his feelings. No. Not now. He can cry when the war is over. He took his feet off the rudder pedals, and halfway stood up in his cockpit in an attempt to stretch his legs. In the distance he saw large masses of clouds, and above those clouds he saw flashes of white light. He clicked on his radio. “Haddock to Eretson, how copy?” Eret’s british voice was barely louder than the white noise of the radio. “Solid copy, go for it.” “Looks like we have a storm coming up.” “Uh-huh, yeah I see it too, Mate.” There was static, and then he spoke again. “We’re about a kilometer from where I need to turn around.” “Copy that, Eretson, I’ll be fine from here. Drinks are on me when I get back.” The British man’s laugh came over the radio, “Godspeed Haddock, I’ll hold you to that drink.” Hiccup looked to the side to see the British fighter plane dip down before rolling to one side and turning around to return to the airfield. Hiccup pulled the flight stick towards him, and the plane began to climb upwards into the clouds. Pelting rain and thundering lightning did not worry him, he had flown through storms before. This is like any other storm, he reminded himself. There’ll be pockets of clear sky here and there. He was glad he was in a larger plane, since the turbulence didn’t affect him as much. He flew alone across the Channel, making his way to mainland Europe, and from there he’d be flying towards Denmark. He had been tasked with taking pictures of cities and manufacturing complexes, but because it is dark and the moon cannot shine through rumbling clouds, Hiccup feared that his mission would be doomed a failure. Lightning flashed before him, illuminating the skies and the ground to his south. When he saw land, he was supposed to head East, so after checking the compass, he rolled to his left and banked in a wide turn to conserve speed before aligning himself to the horizon when the compass dial rested on North East. He stayed within sight of the coastline, however the only sight he had of the coastline was when lightning flashed around him. Thunder rumbled louder than the engines on either side of him. He looked out over his right wing, watching freezing rain slide across the side of the cockpit. Looking forward once again he saw an opening in the dark clouds, and after pulling the flight stick this way and that he maneuvered toward it. Hiccup took his hands off the controls, letting the plane fly itself since he was out of the clouds, and stretched. After a breathy sigh he popped his knuckles and reached down under the main console for a pair of wool gloves and a thick scarf. The temperature was dropping, and the standard issue wool insulated leather jacket wasn’t helping as much as it should. Hiccup retrieved the small pieces of clothing from the net-sack that was tied to additional screws going into the console and placed the gloves on his lap while loosely wrapping his neck in the scarf. He picked up the gloves and slid them onto his hands, and flexed his fingers to get used to the additional movement for the stiff finger sections. Even in the darkness he saw the cloud of breath as he exhaled. Since he was the designated reconnaissance pilot, the plane mechanics suggested that they take off as much weight as possible to make him faster and lighter. Unfortunately, this meant removing the cockpit heating system. He looked at the altimeter, and saw that he was at seven thousand meters above the ground. The moon made an appearance soon after, shining down it’s dusk rays on the ground. Hiccup looked up, really hoping someone on the ground didn’t see a black dot move across the white moon. He was fully above ground now, having flown inland from the coastline. It was a quiet night, and the rumbling engines beside him almost lulled him to sleep, but unfortunately, he was jolted awake at the sight of green traces of light flying over him. Hiccup cursed, punching the throttle forward and looking back to see two black lines with circles. Orange and white muzzle flashes made Hiccup duck into his seat. Bullets flew around him, luckily not hitting the plane. He lowered the plane’s nose, hoping to lose them when he converted his altitude to speed. Hiccup looked back again, seeing the two hostile planes gaining on him, and when he turned around he realized there was a third plane in front of him. He rolled, using his elevators and ailerons to barrel roll out of the way of the incoming spray of bullets. He heard and felt several thumps, looking out over his left wing he realized that he had been hit. There were holes punched out of his wing, and Hiccup narrowed his eyes in frustration. Of course there would be a German air patrol at night. Hiccup rolled to the left, and dove in an attempt break the enemy pilots’ sight of him. He looked up, and saw the rectangular wings of the enemy planes continue in a straight line before the lead plane banked left, and the second plane followed soon after. It was a three versus one scenario. It’d be near impossible for him to win. That didn’t mean Hiccup would give up. Instead, adrenaline pumped through his blood and he watched the black shape heading away from him. He maneuvered the plane so he could line up the gunsight with his target. He checked behind him quickly, realizing that he had separated this pilot from his wingmates, and adjusted the gunsight to be just before the target. Hiccup pressed down the button to fire his machine guns, sending a salvo of red tracer bullets after the enemy plane. He saw sparks, letting him know that his bullets hit, and watched as the plane in front of him rolled to the left. Hiccup stamped down on the rudder pedal, jolting his plane to the right while pushing his flight wheel to the left. The contradicting forces made a stable line of travel for the gunsight, and Hiccup fired the guns again, this time also squeezing the trigger for the P38’s cannon. Hiccup straightened out, and dove to dodge the wing of the enemy plane that had been ripped off with gunfire. He sighed. One down, two to go. Flak exploded around him, nearly blinding him and sending shrapnel through his wings. He cursed again, and rolled the plane again when he saw a black shape approaching him quickly. Green tracers pelted the right engine, and Hiccup pulled the throttle lever all the way back to kill speed. The hostile plane overtook him, and began to rise back into the clouds. ‘If he’s in front of me, where’s the other?’ He thought, and ducked while punching the throttle forward again when green tracers flew just past the edge of the windshield from the side. Hiccup chose to go after the enemy pilot that was rising back into the early morning sky, and he looked back to see the other pilot turn towards him and unleash another volley of machine gun fire, striking the right engine again. Hiccup extended the flaps to combat position, giving him more lift and agility, and he pulled the flight stick back and fired a salvo of cannon and machine gun fire towards the enemy in front of him. The red hot tracer hit the fuel tank of the other plane, causing it to burst into purple, orange, and red flames. He was losing speed, and the other plane was gaining on him again. In the fireball of the other plane, he recognized the shape of the fighter to be a Messerschmitt 109 fighter. “Messershit.” He laughed to himself, knowing that he wouldn’t make it home. The white tracers of the cannons’ behind him ripped holes close to his engine, instead clipping the underside of his wings and tearing the flaps off. His plane lurched to the right side, and Hiccup decided to roll with it. He turned the rudder to the left, to avoid a flatspin(1). He felt his stomach rise into his chest as he dove down, going from five kilometers in the sky to two kilometers. He pulled up as hard as he could, knowing that the plane could take the stress even if he couldn’t. The Messerschmitt had dove behind him as well, but pulled up much earlier than Hiccup did. He looked forward, seeing tall trees and open fields in some places. He was alone, and he was going down. Somewhere. He was still able to choose where that may be. Hiccup peeked out from behind the seat once again, seeing lonely log cabins and larger fields. He cursed again when the messerschmitts guns tore off the tip of his left wing, and ducked when the bullets did not stop. He felt several thumps along his back, praying that the steel plate behind the seat did not fail him. He felt a sharp piercing pain in his arm and saw that he had been shot. The cockpit glass had been punched through. Hiccup looked at the ground before him, realizing that he was way closer to it than he had thought. Trees scraped at the underside of his wings, and a tall one snagged and snapped the elevator off. “O-oh shhiiIIT!” The nose dove downwards, and he roughly pushed the lever for the flaps all the way forward. The extra lift brought his nose up. Hiccup looked to the right, to see a wing that had a multitude of holes. Hiccup shut his eyes tightly, a single tear streaming down his cheek as the wing skidded across the ground, and that finally made the rest of the plane fall to the snowy ground as well. The straps holding Hiccup to his seat snapped, and he lurched forward, hitting his head on the leather pad under the gunsight. His head was pounding, but he was alive. That’s all that mattered. Everything hurt, and with fumbling and bloodied fingers, he unlatched the cockpit hinge, and pushed as hard as he could. He was forced back into the seat by the weight of it, and he tried again, with both hands. It gave, and swung over his head before snapping the bolts off that held it to the plane and falling to the snow. Hiccup half stood on unsteady legs, and brought one leg up and over the wall of the cockpit before stumbling and landing on his side in the cold snow. “Pappa! Det er piloten!”(Papa! It’s the pilot!) He heard, at the edge of reality. He heard the snow crunching below feet, and knew this was it. This was the end. He pushed himself to roll over, and try to stand before collapsing to his knees. A few meters away from him stood a young woman and an older man. Hiccup’s vision pulsed with white and red, but he saw a shotgun in the man’s hands, and he began kicking away from them. He didn’t get far however, because he hit the cold metal of his crashed airplane’s tail, yet he covered his head in his arms. The man’s voice was gruff. “Amerikansk?”(American?) Hiccup froze, lowering his arms and nodded slowly. He didn’t know what the extra ‘sk’ was at the end, but he recognized American. The man smiled, and spoke to the woman.“Astrid Finder slæde, tak.”(Astrid find the sled, please) The girl, Astrid, looked at him and nodded before running off into the darkness of the night. The man slowly walked forward, and took his finger away from the shotgun’s trigger. “Du er sikker.”(You are safe) Hiccup blankly stared at him. “Safe.” The man said, and that was when Hiccup slumped over, unconscious. Astrid returned with the sled, and the man loaded him onto it while Astrid poked around the cockpit to see if there was anything of use. Under the seat, she felt leather, and gripped it before pulling it out from under the seat. She also noticed a photograph of the man on the sled and a dark haired woman standing together. “Kom, Astrid.”(Come, Astrid) The young woman looked up, nodded, and followed along as the man tugged on the rope to the sled, dragging Hiccup back to their home. The man pulled the sled to the edge of the patio space, and carefully moved around the pilot before lifting him and carrying him up the stairs and through the door to the cabin. Astrid then dragged the sled around the back of the house and leaned it against the wall before going inside. She saw that her father had placed the man on the floor, and had stripped his shirt off. “Hvad nu?”(What now?) “Vi plejer ham til helbred, så du og han vil blive med dine fætre i Sverige.”(We nurse him to health, and then you and him will join family in Sweden) Her father, narrowing his eyebrows as he inspected the gunshot wound. “Hvad?”(What?) Her blue eyes went wide. “Hvad med dig?”(What about you?) “Jeg skal blive.”(I must stay) Her father kept his eyes away from her, before blinking a tear away. “Astrid, find saks og bandager.”(Astrid, find the scissors and bandages) Astrid went and searched through the cabinet drawers, before finding a wooden box containing string, bandages, and needles. She passed the box to her father, and went into her bedroom. “Jeg går tilbage til at sove, Papa.”(I’m going to sleep, Papa) “Godnat Astrid, sov godt.”(Goodnight Astrid, sleep well) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Waves rocked the fishing boat, and Hiccup groaned in his sleep. Astrid’s father looked out over the rest of the foggy bay, hoping they would have a smooth sailing. His daughter sat at the front of the boat, silent as a stone. She must’ve been angry at him. “I’m doing this for you, Eliza.” He looked down to his left, to see the American sleeping. He didn’t know how the pilot was still alive after the crash. If he had slid any further he would have gone into a tree. If he had fallen any other way, he would have skidded into other trees. The bandage on his left arm was still in place, though he did not remove the bullet fragments. Hiccup woke up slowly, feeling the slight rocking of the boat. He opened his eyes slowly, and tried to move. He couldn’t move, his body was too sore. He looked up, seeing a man at the wheel. Where was he? He gasped for air, feeling a white thrashing pain in his arm and in his chest. “Godmorgen, amerikansk.”(Good morning American) He stayed silent, his eyes were wide, and slowly, he sat up, feeling muscles stretch and bones shift painfully. “Amerikansk?” Hiccup looked at the man. “Why am I alive?” “…” “Uhm… Parlez-vous français?”(Do you speak French?)Hiccup’s mind was foggy, and french was the only other language he knew, aside from broken German. The man’s features brightened. “Oui.”(Yes) “Pourquoi suis-je vivant?”(Why am I alive?) “Parce que vous êtes - Amerikansk.”(Because you are… American) The man pointed at his ring finger, and Hiccup saw the ring, and then the man pointed at a US flag patch that was on Hiccup’s jacket.

Oh. Hiccup made a mental deduction that his wife must have been from America. Astrid looked back, seeing the American talking in a mixture of English, French, and Danish. Land came within sight, and she beckoned for her father to watch for sea-rocks as they entered a very small and secluded cove. Hiccup looked at the girl at the front of the boat, seeing her braided blonde hair sway as she turned. She had the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen, they reminded him of the sky, and he turned away to look behind them. There were no words shared between them, and by how her eyes turned darker as she looked at him he presumed that she didn’t like him. “Oh!” Hiccup looked towards the man, and Astrid’s father retrieved a leather bound book from inside his coat. He held it out towards the American, and Hiccup looked over it, realizing that it was his journal. “Yours.” He accepted it tentatively, and opened the cover of it, finding the photo of him and Heather staring at him. He sighed, taking the photo in between fingertips and tearing it in half. The man’s eyes widened in surprise. Hiccup put two hands together, making a heart shape, and split them to symbolize a broken heart, then sighed. The man pointed at the book, and then to the girl. “She find book.” He said, with a thick accent. “Je vous remercie.” (Thank you) Hiccup said. On the shoreline there were two skinny figures, dressed in brown fur coats. From what Hiccup could see, they were twins. Astrid’s father cut the engine, and let them drift towards the pebbled shore. The man explained through hand gestures and broken french that they were family that had fled Denmark before Germany invaded. He also made sure to tell him that they were crazy, and to not be shirtless around the girl-twin. Later that evening, after Astrid’s father had returned to Denmark, to their little log cabin, Astrid walked carefully around her new home. For now, that is. When the war was over she fully intended on returning home. She heard, “Me Likeeyyy,” coming from the living room, and walking in there she caught sight of Hiccup’s bandaged torso. The girl-twin was giggling, while the male twin was standing behind the counter, making retching noises into the wastebasket. “Ruffnut, nok.”(Ruffnut, enough.) Astrid said. “Awe, men har du set amerikaneren?” (Awe, but have you seen the American?) Astrid sighed, secretly looking at his toned torso, and poured herself a mug of water before returning to her room. Slowly overtime they had gotten used to the American living with them, the twins found that he was fun to mess with, and that he didn’t get angry often. They had also discovered that he was a much better cook than the rest of them. Astrid thought he was handsome, and overtime they had grown closer. They often didn’t share words, until he stood in the doorway of her room one evening. He looked down at a dictionary. “L-Lær d-dansk?” (Teach Danish?) Hiccup asked slowly, annunciating each syllable carefully before pointing at himself. Months passed after that night, and most of the day Astrid taught him Danish. And, while she taught him Danish he taught her the basics of English. Hiccup sat at the table, with a pencil in hand and a paper before him. He was drawing, in the early hours of the morning, and Astrid crept up slowly behind him. She watched as the flame of the small candle flickered this way and that before she got sight of the charcoal on paper. She realized he was drawing her. She breathed silently, before resting her chin on his shoulder, simply watching his hand move. When he was done, he moved the pencil to one corner, and drew a rose, and a heart, and wrote H + A inside of the heart. She smiled, feeling a warm feeling in her chest before turning and kissing his cheek. 0o0o0o0 Annnnnnnd done. Finally. *whew* okay time to disappear again, probably.

#hiccstrid #fanfic #ww2 #au #hiccup #astrid #stoick #eret #pilot!hiccup #httyd #httyd2

[stuffandthingstwd]

I Didn’t Want You To Find Out Like This - Old!Logan

Okay, so I’m writing this Logan [Wolverine] imagine on this blog – even though this is a TWD theme, I was moved by Logan and felt that I needed to write, write, write, old man Logan. So, enjoy! – kind of changing the events up as I don’t want to copy everything from the movie and seen it once so far. * Logan and reader have known each other for over a decade. Reader gets thrown into the mess with both Laura and Logan, revealing something to him she has kept a secret. * PS: S P O I L E R S - S P O I L E R S !!!

A familiar body walked into the hotel lobby in where you worked your dull job that didn’t pay you enough. You looked up from your book as an even more familiar voice spoke your name and dinged the small bell on the desk. “Y/N, it’s been a long time.” you knew who’s voice it was but you were shocked because you haven’t heard it in 10 years. The man who spoke to you pulled down a pair of shades and looked into your eyes. “Logan?” you stuttered out as utter shock caused your brain to pause for a moment. He chuckled slightly and asked you to step out from behind the desk where you were working. “You haven’t changed.” he examined your body, you were a mutant like he was but never revealed to anyone exactly what it was. It caused you to age at a slower pace than an average human would but you also had another mutation that you hid from the world, including Logan “I need to ask you for a favor.” this offended you, the man hasn’t seen you in 10 years and automatically asks you for a favor. You wound your arm back and gave Logan a firm slap to the right side of his face, he took it like it was a small pinch and rubbed the welt slightly. “You’re upset by that, I understand.”  you huffed and puffed with anger as you could feel the blood rushing to your face as you wanted to continue to pummel his face but you let yourself cool down as you noticed his appearance. 

Logan looked much older, scarred, and tired. He paced around for a moment while he let you cool off and you noticed that he was walking with a limp, this made your heart drop because you knew there was something wrong with him. You sighed loudly, “What is it?” he grabbed your arm and pulled you out from the lobby and outside into the pouring rain. Logan explained that Charles was still alive and he was hiding him from the world as well as those who wanted to get to him. “I need your help. You’re one of the only mutants alive that I know.” he looked deep into your eyes as seriousness oozed from his expression. “Okay..” you reluctantly agreed but you knew he needed your help.

Several months later … 

Standing in the kitchen of a cramped building in the middle of the Mexico desert, you scrubbed roughly at dishes that had been stacking up for quite sometime. You were taking your frustration out on the white ceramic plates as your annoyance was because Charles was running low on medication, which was a problem for everyone in the world. Not only the pressures of caring for Charles but Logan was just a distant from you as he was when you met over a decade ago. He was getting more sick and worn out as the months gone by, something was wrong with him but anytime you mentioned it to him he would push you off of it in a crude way. The door swung open causing a large clang pushed you over the edge and when you flipped around to see what caused the loud banging, “Caliban!” but it was Logan who was clearly in the middle of freaking out. “Where’s Caliban? And who the hell is that?!” you pointed the soapy sponge at a small girl that was now sitting at the kitchen table. Charles had accompanied them into the kitchen as he was smiling ear to ear, “Y/N! Y/N! This is the Laura I was talking about.” he stared at her in awe, explaining to you and Logan that they were communicating. This caused Logan to give Charles his medicine quickly but Charles insisted that this Laura was a mutant; this only irritated Logan further.  “What’s her gift Charles? Eating? Pipe throwing?” Laura had been stuffing her face since she sat down in the chair, your eyes widened. “Pipe throwing? What?!” you were starting to freak out at the amount of events that were happening in the small amount of time. 

Trucks were rolling in over the horizon and Logan cursed under his breath as he ran outside. “Logan!” you yelled out as you ran for Charles but Laura placed a firm hand on your arm and squeezed with a protective grip. 2 men stormed into the building and pointed guns at Charles and yourself, Laura’s power as a mutant proved as adamantium claws protruded from her fists; she lunged at the two men, slicing one of their heads off and fatally stabbing the other’s. “Holy shit..” your jaw dropped open in utter surprise. “I told you.” Charles looked up, happily proving he was correct. You followed after Laura quickly as she threw the head of one of the soldiers towards the crowd that was surrounding Logan, she then showed her claws and proceeded to attack the soldiers like an animal. “God, she almost reminds me of …” Logan grabbed a hold of you and shoved you as well as Charles into the back of the limousine. He floored it through a fence which you gasped loudly, “Oh no! I liked this thing.” Logan gave you an annoyed look as you all sped away in safety. “What about Caliban?” you looked out the shot up back window, worrying about Caliban.

 As the four of you stopped at a convince store, you all watched a video on Gabriela’s phone, the woman who took care of Laura. It explained that Laura was made in a lab and was treated as an object, this made you have memories of your childhood but you snapped out of it when Charles dawned a huge reveal to Logan. “She’s your daughter Logan..” you reached out your hand to comfort him but he just swatted it away and took Charles into the bathroom so he could pee. 

After surviving Charles’ freak out in the hotel in Oklahoma City where the Reavers and Dennis nearly captured Laura and killed Charles, you were on the road heading towards Eden. Eden was the sanctuary that Gabriela asked Logan to take Laura to, so that she would be safe. The four of you aided in helping a family get their horses back into the trailer that was ran off the road by the self driving semis, which ran the four of you off as well. The invited you into their home and insisted that you all stayed for dinner and the night. “I would say you were a good pupil but the words would choke me.”  Charles joked as he and Logan were describing the school for gifted youngsters in an incognito way. “Yeah I’ll second that.” you smiled over to Logan who was laughing along with the rest of you sitting at the table. After dinner Logan took Charles up to bed and went out to aid Will Munson with some troublesome men that caused the family problems. You knocked slightly on Charles’ door, he was speaking to someone and opened it slowly to only see a shadowy figure standing by his bed, “Charles!” you yelled out as the shadow figure stepped into the low light of the lamp next to the bed, stabbing Charles through his chest. “Noooooooo!” you screamed out, tears streaming down your face. The figure was a mutant that bared a similarity to Logan but was nothing but an emotionless weapon. You jumped on top of him, utilizing your mutation to absorb anything you willingly latch yourself onto, sucking onto them like a leech; using some of their power to your ability. You absorbed the weapon’s strength, knocking him into the walls, wrestling him to the ground. The weapon threw you roughly onto the floor, knocking the wind from your lungs for a moment. The weapon grabbed a hold of Laura while slaughtering the Munson’s in it’s path. 

You scampered to your feet, charging after the weapon. Still wielding the strength of the weapon you wrestled him down to the ground outside of the house as Logan ran to get Charles. The weapon was taking Laura closer to a van where his creator was at, waiting but an explosion was set off, seemingly killing whoever was near it. Laura freed herself and the two of you started beating down the weapon as Logan who watched Charles die starts charging towards the weapon, his claws at ready. The two of them wrestled, Logan who was weaker than the weapon was holding his own well. “Laura!” you yelled over to her. “Hang on, please.” you grabbed a hold of Laura’s hands and claws, absorbing the adamantium from her body. It coated over your body like a glove, encasing you in the impenetrable metal. The weapon overpowered Logan, sinking it’s claws into his chest as he yelled in agony. You ran and landed a punch into the side of the weapon’s face, sending it flying into a tree. “Y/N?” Logan coughed out as the wound took a toll on his body. He always wondered what your mutation was and was amazed as you were coated in the silvery metal that he shared. The weapon charged again and you blocked his attacks as his claws slid off of your adamantium coating. You kicked him with another swift blow just as you went to attack again, a truck rammed into the weapon and impaled it onto a piece of sharp farming equipment. Out stepped Will who started shooting the weapon with his shotgun until it was empty, then turning to both Logan and yourself, shotgun at ready. You raised your hands in defense as none of you wanted this to happen. But Will fell over, laying dead on the ground as he succumbed to his wounds from the weapon. 

You turned to Logan as you were still coated in the adamantium shell, his face with in awe because of what you did to fight for him. “Logan I wanted to tell you before..” you trailed off, looking at his wounds that concerned you because he wasn’t healing. You ran to him and held onto him tightly. You pressed your hand to his chest and attempted to absorb his wound, it was apart of your power. You could absorb wounds but it could backfire if you absorbed too much and would suffer the wounds yourself. He pushed your hand away from him, there was so much sadness in his face. “I know about Charles..But Logan, you have to let me help you.” you raised your hand again but he only pushed it away once more. “Let’s go..” you supported Logan, your absorbed adamantium shell faded as the two of you gathered Charles’ body to give him a proper burial.

#wolverine imagine #logan imagine #logan howlett imagine #x men imagine #logan movie imagine #imagine x men #imagine wolverine #imagine logan #imagine logan howlett #this isnt as good as i hoped #spoilers

[bleusarcelle]

Rise and Shine

*looooooooooooong suffering sigh*

Just take this and ...yeah. 

Ps. This is like the Part 3 of my Fic Through out my Fault that it’s on Ao3 (Bleusarcelle) which the first two chaps are based on @kaxpha​ ‘s animatics but this third part is not based on an animatic, we just like, went wild with other possible scenarios and I was like, MIGHT AS WELL PUT IT THERE. 

Mention of LANCELOT.......I mean, if you wanted to know? Bc that’s how all of this started. Bc of kax’s animatics of Lotor being cray cray about Lance and yeah.

And here I am. So, whenever you wanna read the first two chaps or just read this one, it’s the same, like??? You get to enjoy it all the same. 

Alright, I’m done. I tried my best and I’m sweating bc I have no air conditioner and my fan doesn’t work right. Ok bye. 

Ps2. I DID MY BEST WITH THE EDITING SO EX CU S E MUA AND PAR D ON ME for any mistakes.

Warning: Mentions of blood and yucky moments of gross body things like you know, stabbing and stuff???? 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

... *THROWS FIC AT YOUR FACE* ENJOY! :D

Thump.

No use.

Thump thump.

No use.

Thump thump thump.

It’s no use.

“Allura!” Lance shouts, desperate and scared as he keeps on pounding his fists against the force field, “Allura, please! Hurry!”

The Princess of Altea grunts from her side of the fore field, her hands pressed against the glowing yellow wall that blocks their way, sweat dripping from her forehead as her magic flow from her fingertips. “I’m trying, Lance!”

Lance knows she is. Just as he knows that she’s exhausted because the fore field Haggar trapped them in was divided in three sections, leaving Hunk and Allura on one section, Shiro and Pidge on the one next to theirs and Lance alone in his own prison.

Keith’s the only one who is not trapped.  

Allura has already broken down the wall between her section and Shiro and Pidge’s. Her magic is new, it’s not developed and while it's strong it’s not enough to dissolve the three walls all at once. She needs to do it by sections, from the weaker one to the strongest.

The wall that separates Lance from Keith is the strongest one and Allura is not even close to done with taking down the one that separates Lance from the Team.

They had been so careful. Keith and Lance had been so sure Lotor had been defeated after Lance shot him and they escaped. They were only able to enjoy ten minutes in comfortable silence, enjoying the other’s company and warmth as they held each other before Red got attacked and pulled towards the Galra ship.

After that, everything happened so fast. Keith was already beaten up from the earlier fight. The Team arrived and got ambushed. Haggar snapped her fingers and Lotor was healed and stronger than before.

Another snap of fingers and the fore field appeared.

Lance doesn't know how long it has been since this started.

“Just hurry, please! Keith –! I don’t – He –!” He groans in frustration, punching the fore field once again as his blue eyes follow the two figures on the other side of it, slashing at each other merciless, “Allura, he won’t last much longer, please.”

Lance watches because that’s all he can do. He watches as Lotor smirks and punches Keith on the face for the twentieth time. He watches as Keith’s feet wobble weakly and almost trips, shoulders drooping tiredly, a thin blood line falling from the corner of his mouth, his right arm bleeding deeply and yet –

“I won’t let you take Lance.” Keith whispers, determination and promise dripping from his voice and Lance’s heart takes a trip to his stomach when Lotor’s golden eyes just intensify their glowing dangerously and the Galra Prince pounces at the Paladin.

Lance can only watch as Keith barely dodges the Prince’s attacks and tries to block every hit. He can only watch helplessly as Keith’s bayard is suddenly knocked out of his hand and he’s on the floor shaking and panting heavily.

“Keith!” Lance shouts, his hands still pounding against the fore field, trying to break it, or maybe to catch his boyfriend’s attention, he doesn’t know anymore, “Lotor, just stop! Stop, please! Keith! Keith, listen to me! Goddamnit – LISTEN TO ME!”

He doesn’t. Keith doesn’t listen because he knows what Lance has to say: ‘Stop.’, ‘Let me go with him.’, ‘If it means you will be okay and safe, let me go with him.’, ‘Let me go, let me go, let me go.’

“Never.” Keith mumbles, panting hard and spitting some blood on the floor, “I will not let you, Lance.”

He doesn't look his way. Keith’s dark blue eyes are firmly placed on Lotor as the Galra Prince walks slowly and threatening towards him.

“Keith, please.” Lance whimpers, dropping his entire weight against the fore field, stray tears falling as Keith stands up slowly from the floor,  “Please.”

“I told you, Blue Gem.” Lotor laughs, throwing his sword once again at Keith, “I told you I would be back. I told you I would destroy everything you love.”

Keith yelps in pain when Lotor’s sword graces him on the shoulder and the Prince just smirks happily. “I told you that your precious Red Paladin would be the first.”

“Please.” Lance whispers, “Please, stop.”

“I told you that you would regret it. I warned you, Blue Gem, what would happen if you crossed me.” Another throw, another stab, another yell of pain. “I gave you my everything. I gave you my love, my trust. For what? For you to run off with this filthy half-breed? This puny weakling that’s not even an entire race of something?”

Lotor frown deepens as he lowers his sword and stares darkly at the beaten Paladin in front of him. “If he is the only obstacle for me to win you over –”

Sword raise, eyes steady, breathing held.

Dark blue eyes turn and meet a familiar pair of baby blue ones.

A small loving bloody smile gets a desperate shake of head and a silent cry.

“So be it.”

Metal meets flesh.

Blood drips and stains the white floor.

Keith chokes.

Lance screams.

Lotor smiles.

Time freezes.

“No.” Lance breaths out, his baby blue eyes wide horrified at the scene in front of him, “No, no, no, no.”

“Yes.” Lotor whispers, smiling satisfied and pleased as he push his sword deeper against the Red Paladin's stomach, earning a choked up gag noise that only make him smile wider, “Yes.”

The sword leaves the flesh, the sound it makes impregnating itself on Lance’s memory for the rest of his life and then –

“L-Lance.”

Time unfreezes.

Lance blinks. He blinks and prays for anything that may be out there that this is only a nightmare, that this is only an illusion and that it’s not really Keith there standing in the middle of the room with a gaping bleeding hole on his stomach.

His hopes and breathing leave him as soon as Keith falls lifelessly against the floor and Lotor walks away without a second glance.

“I will be in contact, Blue Gem.” Lotor says calmly, sighing as if disappointed, “Enjoy the Red’s last moments as you wish.”

Lance doesn’t knowledges him. He doesn’t even spare him a glance as Lotor exits the room and leaves them behind in the eerie silence. He doesn’t knowledges when one of the fore field’s walls disappears and the team is suddenly behind him.

His eyes are on the limp unmoving form of Keith a few feet from him and the last wall that separates them.

“A-Allura.” Lance calls, his voice so broken and small that it makes Allura take in a sharp breath, “Allura, p-p-please.”

“Lance.” Hunk whispers gently as he takes a careful step towards the brunet, “Lance!” He gasps and reaches out to his friend when Lance’s knees give up on him and he slides down all the way down until he’s on the floor.

“Please.” The brunet sobs and blinks to get the tears away so his vision is clear as he stares at Keith’s unmoving figure, “Just –Just –Mi amor –” He calls softly, slamming weakly the palm of his hand against the wall, “Keith, mi amor –”

Lance just keeps mumbling. He keeps calling Keith’s name in every way he knows. By his name, by his nicknames, by every pet name they always blush at and whisper in each other’s ears late at night when everyone’s sleeping and it’s only them in the entire universe.

He calls and calls but gets no answer.

The wall disappears, leaving them in surprise and silence before Lance’s throwing himself forward, standing up wobbly and falling besides Keith’s form.

His hands shake, hovering over Keith’s back before he gulps and turns the black haired man around, making him face him and Lance takes a double take when he sees Keith’s face.

He’s sleeping.

“He –He’s sleeping, guys.” Lance murmurs, his mouth twitching upward as he gathers Keith in his arms and cups his face with his free hand, “He’s –He’s okay, he’s just sleeping. Right, amor?”

No answer.

“La-Lance.” Pidge sniffles behind him but Lance hunches himself over the body of his boyfriend as if protecting him.

“He’s –He’s sleeping, okay? Nothing to worry about. We –We just need to w-wake him up.”

“Buddy, Lance –“ The brunet shakes his head, the lump on his throat growing when he hears the crack in his leader’s voice.

“Keith, b-b-baby, I need y-you to w-wake up, ok-okay?” Lance chuckles wetly, dropping his face against Keith’s, his thumb caressing the pale grayish skin, “Come on, c-come on. Rise and shine. Y-You know the drill.”

Lance bites his lower lip hard and suppresses the sob. “R-Rise and s-shine.”

Keith’s eyes are closed. His arms hang limp against the floor, his hair is tangled and dirty, his Paladin’s armor is bloody, his skin is cold at the touch and yet clammy.

“Rise a-and sh-shine.”

He prays and prays but gets no miracle.

“Asteraki…” Allura whispers sadly and broken and suddenly it’s enough.

“No.” Lance sobs hard, his entire body shaking as he sobs against Keith’s face, letting his tears fall on his boyfriend’s peaceful face, “No, no, no. Please, no, please, please, please.”

He cries and cries but gets no heartbeat.

“K-Keith, mi amor, please.” Lance whimpers, choking on his own tears has he pats Keith’s cheek softly and winces when Keith’s head flops to the side lifelessly. “Please.”

He places his shaky hand over Keith’s neck, holds his breath and waits.

Waits.

Waits.

He gets nothing.

Everything around him turns silent. Everything disappears and vanishes as if nothing has ever existed before.

And then he’s screaming.

He screams and screams as he trashes someone’s hold and wails when the weight of Keith is no longer in his arms.

He screams and tunes out everything. Hunk’s comfort noises, Pidge’s hands on his face wiping away his tears and Allura’s soothing humming.

There’s nothing else, just his own screams inside his mind and the ones on the outside. There’s nothing else except screams for him.

Then it stops and hears a soft tiny gasp.

Another gasp followed by a sharp intake of breath and then –

Dark blue eyes are staring straight into his.

That’s enough for Lance to pass out.

#long post #meh #klance #klangst #is he dead? #is he alive? #he sleeping #sh #the baby is sleeping #keith kogane #keith #vld ketih #keith (voltron) #lance #lance mcclain #lance (voltron) #vld lance #voltron fic #klance fic #voltron #voltron legendary defender #bleu writes #rea writes #angst #mentions of blood #and...penetration of swords? #asteraki means little start #yes #headcannon allura calls lance that #let me dream

[a-boy-and-his-gem]

Corruption pt 2

(MY COMPUTER FUCKING DIED IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND I FUCKING LOST ALL OF IT. *sigh* lets see if i can write all that again,, PS. The words that you see CMax saying are from “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance. That’s kinda where the idea from that session came from.)

“Sooo~ Darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose, maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me!” C sang, while D mumbled the last few words alongside him.

Gwen curses silently when she figures out DMax isn’t in his room. “Hey, T-” she turns around to see TMax is not there. “Fuck-” She wanders around the house in search for D, finding T in the kitchen. “T, i can’t find D.”

“Oh, well shit-” T responds with a bored look.

Gwen’s expression transitions from worry to unamusement.

“You know, I’m wanted by the police and this stuff keeps happening all over again..” He turns around to face Gwen.

Gwen huffs. “I’d help that if i could!”

T leans back on the table behind him. “It’s mostly my fault that I’m wanted, Gwen. You can’t really help that.”

Gwen sighs as she grabs her coat. “Well, I’m gonna keep looking. Will you be ok by yourself?”

T shrugs.

“I wont be long.” Gwen exits the cabin, shivering from the cold as she wanders around in search of DMax.

C places a hand on D’s shoulder, sighing. “It’s just our reality.”

D looks up at him. “I’m not quite sure.. They don’t seem like they’d do that kind of stuff..” He sighs. “I really wanna believe its not true, but… if you really say it is that way..”

D falls silent as he contemplates what to do. C holds his hand out to him as an offer to help him up. D takes his hand, pulling himself up.

Gwen rushes back to the cabin, starting to panic. She opens the door to see T nearby.

“So, did you find him?”

“What do you think?!” She tries to take deep breaths to calm down, but it isn’t working.

T snickers quietly to himself. “Gwen, i would help you, but i might get caught.”

“We’re in the middle of the fucking woods!” Gwen gestures to the nearest window, taking off her coat.

“Doesn’t stop the hikers from fucking spotting me.”

“Whatever, you wouldn’t be much help anyway-” Gwen mumbles to herself, searching for her phone.

T sighs.

“I’m going back outside.” Gwen heads out the back door this time, knowing DMax would sneak out through his window. She shouts out for him.

“There we go.” C grins, which quickly transitions as he hears someone shouting.

D turns toward the sound of the voice. “It sounds like Gwen..”

C quickly turns to him. “They’ll manipulate you if they find you, DMax..”

Gwen continues to call out.

D stiffens a little out of worry. “But where do we go?! It’s not like Gwen hasn’t found me out here before..”

“Follow me.” C starts quietly walking off.

D hesitantly follows him.

Gwen shivers from the cold, taking one last glance into the woods before heading back to the cabin. She opens the door, immediately taking off her coat again. “He’s fucking gone!”

T looks back at her. “Did you find any blood prints trailing anywhere, or any hints at all?”

“I mean, not r-really! The snow’s almost completely melted!”

“Well shit-”

Gwen plops down on the couch, holding her head in her hands. She quickly pulls herself back together before heading towards the door once more.

“Gwen, wait.”

Gwen pauses in her tracks. “What?”

“Do you want me to help you look?”

Gwen turns back, grabbing her coat before looking at T. “.. Aren’t you wanted, though?”

T sighs. “I don’t fucking care about the wanted part.” He pauses for a second. “I mean, you came home twice, worried already.”

Gwen sighs. “yes, please.” She opens the door, stepping aside for T to go ahead of her.

T walks outside. “And don’t blame me if I do something stupid.”

“..Where are you.. taking me?”

C and D had been walking for a while, not worried about any footsteps they were tracking.

“My home..?” C says in a ‘duh’ kind of tone.

“Oh, alright..”

C stretches and he leads D to an alleyway, pausing to let D catch up next to him. He gestures towards a sleeping bag with a pillow, and a bed of moss with a rock next to it. “It’s not the fanciest place..”

D looks at the two beds with a look of subtle appreciation. “It’s fine. It’s better than sleeping on the ground.”

C shrugs, sitting down on the bed of moss before D gets the chance to protest against it. He reaches under the moss and pulls out a cigarette, offering it to D. “Want one?”

D looks at the cigarette, shaking his head. “No thanks. That’s Co’s thing. not mine.”

C shrugs. “Fine.” He tosses it into a nearby trashcan. “Your loss..”

D walks over to the sleeping bag and snuggles into it.

“Get some rest, kid.” C says with the smallest hint of concern for his little brother.

Gwen and T walk for a while before Gwen spots something on the ground. “There!” She points to the ground a few feet away, where a set of footprints lays. “He went that way!” She runs in the direction the footprints are going, recognizing a highway. “Fuck!” She continues walking, pausing as she recognizes a second set of footprints. “.. The hell?”

Gwen begins to slow down after a while, starting to run out of breath. T does a tokyo drift behind her.

“He’s… he’s in town!” Gwen points towards the two sets of footprints leading towards the road.

“Oh.” T casts a long glance around him, recognizing the area.

Gwen takes a few more breaths before heading down the road.

T stops in his tracks. “Gwen, I shouldn’t be here.”

Gwen pauses a few steps ahead of him, whipping her head around to face him. “What are you talking about?!”

“This is the fucking place i went before i was wanted.”

Gwen curses silently. “Well? Go hide or something!”

T sighs. “I’m not gonna hide right now, This place is barely filled with people.”

They continue walking, but they slow down as the footsteps begin to fade.

Gwen slumps against a nearby wall. “Fucking hell..”

T picks up a rock and throws it as far as he can, making it hit the wall with a loud echo.

Gwen jumps a bit from the sound. “The hell was that for?”

“I liked doing that. It made a loud noise when I did it in the past.” He picks up another rock, tossing it upwards and catching it again.

(That’s all i can write for now. I’ll start working on the next part soon!)

#d!max #roleplay #hhhh this took so long #Loudkit's roleplay drabbles