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ʚ Going to Universal Studios Japan with them (ft. Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Denki, Eijirou, Shinsou and Dabi) ɞ *‧.₊˚*੭

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— uni student! izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijirou, denki, shinsou and evil turned good! dabi x reader headcanons ♡

— To further elaborate, this is a Dabi that turned Good for his bby bro because I know that this is physically impossible in the manga and i found it hard to play around with a cute and fluffy set of hcs within a villain context. so pls let me have a good Dabi just this one time qwq

— if you like to see more from me, i have an ongoing bakugo x fem reader! smau called cuddle buddy! read it here! for my bnha masterlist check it out here! ♡

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— all universal studios japan photos are taken by me. Most of these headcanons are also based on my experience in Universal Studios Japan! (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

— content warning: slight innuendo/sexual content, strong language and mention of Endeavor

— summary: You spend a wonderful day in one of the most happiest places on earth with your just as wonderful significant other.

— You and Izuku stroll through Hogsmeade of the newly opened Hogwarts area of the Park. Your hand in his and your arms interlocked.

— Izuku would geek out. As in geek out. He very much loved Harry Potter growing up and being able to go to USJ was a dream come true.

— “It’s LeviOSA not LeviOSAR.” You continue to make Harry Potter jokes and Izuku was loving every minute of it. He could not stop laughing.

— You loved seeing his laugh as it made your heart feel all fluffy inside. God. why must this boy be so cute?

— Izuku is just as big of a Potterhead as you. The two of you took the Hogwarts House test online and Izuku was sorted into Gryffindor whilst you were sorted into Slytherin. Two complete opposites yet you guys were the most adorkable couple ever.

— Even the amusement park goers (the couples in particular) couldn’t help but turn their eyes to the two of you.

— The two of you are wearing matching Hogwarts robes, earning compliments from the staff giggling about how cute the two of you are!

— YOU GUYS WERE MOST PROBABLY THE CUTEST COUPLE IN THE AMUSEMENT PARK!??

— LIKE YES TWO SOFT CUTIES AND IN HOGWARTS ROBES OF ALL MATCHING OUTFITS THEY COULD HAVE WORN?? COUPLE GOALS

— You were originally going to hang out with the entire Dekusquad but ofc your friends just decided to play matchmaker and instead collectively backed out and said they were busy bc of uni (obvs a lie)

— You wonder why they would play matchmaker when the you and Izuku were already together in the first place and they know that very well HSKHSHSKHS

— anyways ochaco, tsuyu, shoto and tenya are very supportive wbk

— Izuku just wanted this day to be very special and to be between the two of you only.

— “Izu-kun! Let’s try out the Butterbeer and see if it tastes just as good as the books and movies make them to be!” You point to a food stall that sells the famous beverage seen in the series, with both alcoholic and non-alcoholic kinds.

— “Of course (Y/N)!-chan Anything for you!” He says sweetly and gingerly hands the money to the food vendor.

— For fun and because why the hecc not, you decided to order the alcoholic variant of the drink whilst Izuku had purchased the non-alcoholic one.

— In turn, you ended up becoming a little bit tipsy as the two of you enter the Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey ride.

— Izuku stares in awe as the waiting line makes you go through the interior of Hogwarts Castle. Both you and Izuku couldn’t help but just stare in amazement.

— You smile at the sight of your cute freckled boyfriend admiring the view and the area before him. It was as if he was transported into the actual world of Harry Potter and you couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming emotions he was feeling right now.

— The two of you hold hands during the entire attraction as both of you are seated in a 3-seater ride. T’was cute uwu

— Albeit the fact that you were a little bit tipsy, the entire 4-D ride was magnificent as it literally took you through every adventure Harry Potter and the rest of the cast had experienced.

— It was probably one of the best rides you’ve been to tbh??

— “The Dementors were so creeeeeeepy.” Izuku shuddered, rubbing his arm. “”They looked so real!” He turns to you, wonder and amazement plastered all over his face.

— “THE WORST THING ABOUT PRISON WAS THE DEMENTORSSSS.” You howled, your voice practically echoing around the exit area.

— “IZUkU!!! I LOAF YOUUUUUUU SOW MUCHHHHHIE.”

— Midoriya knew that you got a bit tipsy due to the butterbeer, as soon as he had noticed the body language you were showing, he supports your weight by holding you tightky and then slowly take you to the cafe near the entrance that served hot coffee.

— Thankfully, you were able to sober up so that the two of you could go around the rest of the park before the Night show took place in Hogwarts Castle.

— “You know, I’m so lucky to have you (Y/N)-chan. Just like how lucky Ron is to have Hermione.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, he firmly holds you as the evening light show of Hogwarts Castle begins.

— “You’re overreacting Izu-kun. I’m not as smart as Hermione.” You shake your head, trying to avoid eye contact as he just made another cheesy Harry Potter Joke. “More like I’m the Ron to your Hermione. I mess up sometimes yet you’re always there for me to help me up when I’m down.”

— “Then I guess we don’t have to compare ourselves to Ron and Hermione then. Because I wouldn’t have a life like this with you any other way. I love you (Y/N)-chan.”

— “I love you too Izu-kun.”

— An array of colorful fireworks pop in the sky and the both of you look deep into each other’s eyes, holding each other tightly til the festivities end.

— The two of you arrived at Universal Studios Japan earlier than most people. Bakugo always wanted to be first in line even though the two of you had fast passes to specific rides. He just rolls like that.

— You forced him to wear matching matching elmo and cookie monster headbands with you. You were wearing the Elmo one and he was wearing the Cookie monster design.

— He’d spoil you soooooooo bad like he’d be grumpy at first and refuse to buy you this cute little souvenir item you’d probably never use, but he’d still spoil the heck out of you. Just as long as it was mildly reasonable.

— He was all for thrill rides. As long as he got to show off how bad-ass and brave he is to you. That was until you discovered one of the Jurassic Park rides in the park and HOO BOY...

— You were internally squealing at the sight of him wearing the cookie monster that your brain just?? kinda stopped?? You secretly take a pic of your explosive boyfie and then change his contact name to Cookie Monster.

— You first enter the Jurassic Park area at the insistence of Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero whomst you were supposedly going to meet after 2 hours

— As you roam around, there’s awkward silence between the two of you until you begin to obnoxiously sing the theme song of the series to try and annoy Bakugo, “TENENENEN TENENENENEN TENENENEN”

—‘’(Y/N) Geez, could you stop singing that stupid song? It fucking annoys me.’’

—‘’No way we’re riding that shitty fucking water ride. I will not get wet today.”

— “Oh really? What if you get wet in different ways?”

—He smirks at you, taking your hand and rubbing your thumb, “Let’s see when we get home.’’

— “OH WAIT BUT FIRST LET’S SHARE A TURKEY LEG!’’ You point to a nearby food stall, selling turkey legs for 980 yen.

— Katsuki begrudgingly follows you to the stall and buys a turkey leg for the two of you to share.

—You were deep in thought. Fantasizing if you could eat the Turkey Leg with Katsuki “Lady and Tramp” style.

— Much to your dismay, Katsuki had finished the Turkey Leg before you could get another bite. You pout and cross your arms, yet he doesn’t notice you silently shooting daggers at him.

— You then quickly forget about the Turkey Leg as soon as the Flying Dinosaur attraction hovered above you. The amusing screams of the people riding it could be heard as it passed at a speed you could have never imagined.

— ‘’Suki-kun!! Let’s ride that next!’’

— ‘’We just ATE. Are you fucking serious right now?’’

— ‘’Or are you too chicken?’’ You tease him playfully. ‘’Hmm… Looks like eating the entire turkey leg turned you into a chicken now didn’t it?’’

— ‘’Fine. Fuck this.’’ He tilts his head, gesturing you to follow suit. ‘’Let’s get into the fast pass line.’’

— You get on the ride and see up close the details of the dinosaur as it’s positioned upright for you two to get on. You take your seats and are instructed to strap yourselves in the seat.

— You get a wonderful view of the sea as the ride continues to ascend, going up and down, at high speeds. You begin to scream your heart out, the adrenaline rushing through you. Bakugo tries to put up a face, not wanting to scream and show any weakness. You look at him again as the ride arrives at a downwards slope, creating a momentum before it descends again at high speed.

— The ride begins to move, positioning itself like a pterodactyl would. You take Bakugo’s hand and give it a tight squeeze. You look at him for comfort and he nods at you lovingly. You were at ease albeit the fact that the two of you are about to experience one of the most terrifying amusement park rides ever.

The two of you are then positioned to be dangling in mid-air, the safety strap from a while ago being the only thing holding you in place.

— ‘’(Y/N)! I LOVE YOU!’’ He screams his lungs out as the ride passes through the ocean again, giving you a clear view of the sea surrounding the wonderful prefecture of Osaka.

— You smile cheekily and begin to scream from the top of your lungs too. ‘’I LOVE YOU TOO KATSUKI!’’

— ‘’Did you really mean that I love you?’’ You ask him. Your adrenaline is still pumping you up.

— ‘’Of course I did you nerd. I had to get it out of my chest.’’ He says, avoiding eye contact, scratching the back of his neck.

— The ride then ends abruptly and you could never feel more grateful. You could practically kiss the floor as your legs shaked once you got off. Katsuki supports you with his arm around yours and the two of you get off the ride.

— ‘’I want to hear you say that again.’’ You poke his cheek but he doesn’t move an inch.

— ‘’Come on. We have to go look for Kirishima in the others.’’

— ‘’One more time Suki-kun! Please?’’ You look at him with your most dramatic puppy eyes and he couldn’t help but give in.

— ‘’Fine.’’ He says grumpily. ‘’I love you.’’

— ‘’I love you too. Let’s never ride that again.’’

— ‘’Agreed.’’

— Shoto made sure that he would make the most of the time with you before the two of you go back to University. Booking the most luxurious hotel available, fine dining every single night you were in Osaka and going on private local tours and taking high-end trips to Nara and Kyoto.

— He’s spoiling you so so so bad and as much as you didn’t want Shoto to spend too much, he kept on insisting.

— This is also why he decided your trip near your birthday so that in a sense, this is his birthday surprise for you too!

— He wanted to go all out just for you.

— You feel like you’re in Cloud 9 every time you’re with Shoto. How much more when you’re going on an extra special trip with him?

— “This Eren Jeager’s voice sounds familiar. It’s as if we have the same voice.” Todoroki looks at the screen perplexed, putting on the 4-D Glasses and making sure you were already comfortable on your seat.

— ‘’I know right. You’re hotter of course.’’ You whisper, giving him a peck on the cheek.

— Attack on Titan is your all time favorite anime ever.

— Shoto wasn’t too well-versed in anime, so him bringing you to USJ is one of the best things he could ever do for you.

— Especially since the park had a limited time Attack on Titan 4-D Attraction!!

— YOU KNEW you had to go there and it was also a perfect opportunity for you to bond with Shoto

— As long as you were happy and he could support you with your interests, he was happy too.

— Being able to go on the Attack on Titan 4D Ride was a dream come true.

— You brought Shoto to the souvenir shop first and bought matching headbands for the two of you.

— You were wearing a headband that had two little chibi Levis on each side whilst Shoto had little chibi Erens on his uwu

— He’d be spoiling you so so much !!! Any souvenir item you’d set your eyes on, he’d immediately buy it for you!!

— Before you can even say no, he’s already bought it using his luxurious black credit card. YOUR BOYFIE WAS RICH OFC I MEAN WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT!?

— "That was amazing." Todoroki says in awe, still trying to process the thrill he had just experienced. "I wonder what would happen if titans started appearing all of a sudden?"

— "Let's say a smol titan appears right now. I wonder if you could pierce it with your ice?" You tilt your head, beginning to think about unrealistic scenarios. "Anywhooo, shall we go to the next ride on our list? It's called Hollywood Dream!"

— "Let's gooooo~" He hums monotonously, earning giggles from you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you walk side by side.

— “Okay... so there are two variants to this ride. There’s one that goes in reverse and the other one goes so high up that we have an overview of the whole park.” You go through a brochure that you picked up at the entrance.

— “Whichever one you’re more comfortable with (Y/N).”

— “Let’s go on the one where we can see our hotel because of how high it is!”

— “OKAY NVM THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.” You say as the rollercoaster begins to reach it’s momentum, the ride going higher and higher. Until you can see your hotel and every recognizable landmark from afar.

— Shoto then clasps your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “It’s okay (Y/N). I’m right here. Just hold my hand okay?”

— You nod slowly, taking a deep breath. You close your eyes and feel a fell swoop on your stomach as the wind passes through your face.

— Justin Timberlake’s Can’t Stop the Feeling begins to play as the rollercoaster begins to descend from roaring heights. They purposefully attached speakers to the ride so that the park goers would feel hyped up and excited instead of being terrified of how high up they are.

— Shoto’s hands are still intertwined with yours. You weren’t letting go.

— The screams of everyone else in the ride grows louder and louder and you can’t help but sing to the song instead.

— “I GET THIS FEELINGGG INSIDE MY BONES! IT GOES ELECTRIC, WAVEY WHEN I TURN IT ONN.” You began to sing, raising your arms up high as you slowly begin to enjoy the ride.

— Shoto who was sitting on the end yet is still able to keep his calm composure, turns to you, and a small smile flashes on his face when he sees you channel your nervousness through singing.

— He begin to sing along with you too! AAAHHH WHAT A CUTIE

— “All through my city, all through my home, We're flying up, no ceiling, when we in our zone.” He continues. You look at him and ease up a little bit once you see his handsome face and comfortable presence beside you.

— And before you knew it, the ride came to a stop. It was finally over. You take a deep breath and Shoto helps you out of your seat.

— “I got that sunshine in my pocket! Got that good song in my feet. I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops!” You and Shoto begin to duet to the pop and colorful song. You begin to fully enjoy the ride, barely even noticing the ride making sharp and fast turns as it continues to go up and down.

— “I might have hated it at first but that was exhilarating.”

— “I knew you could do it.” He says proudly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You are the bravest person I know after all.”

— “I wouldn’t have overcome my fears if it weren’t for you though.” You scrunch your nose, and hold on to Shoto’s arm. Your heart still beating so fast. “Thank you for being my safe space Shoto. I’m always at peace whenever I’m with you. Thank you for always being my comfort person.”

— “Of course (Y/N). Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, clueless. “Are you game enough to ride the reversed one this time?”

— “Of course I am!”

— He chuckles, “That’s my love. If you feel like you can’t do it, Just know that I’m always here to support you.”

— The first attractions on your list were the water rides. More specifically the Jurassic Park Water Ride and the JAWS ride.

— You and Kirishima would try every ride in the park if you could. He loved to try and experience new things especially if he’s able to do them with you!

— Kiri is a very very fun person and would always be game with anything tbh!!

— You’re wearing matching dinosaur hats with Kirishima!!

— ‘’RAWR!’’ You make cutesy dinosaur gestures at your boyfriend, jumping around in your place. ‘’Can you believe we’re finally here in USJ!?’’ He blushes profusely, pecking your cheek.

— ‘’I can’t believe it too.’’ He chuckles then pauses for a moment before...

— ‘’RAWR!’’ He says back, his hands forming into claws, his cute mouth open wide and his sharp shark teeth very much visible. You giggle at his returned gesture, finding it more cuter than you should.

— ‘’(Y/N) you’re adorable! You know that right?’’ He laughs and continues to hold you tightly.

— ‘’Pshh of course I do! I have an equally adorable boyfriend too!’’ You look up at him, beaming.

— The two of you then jump in your place in unison, both mimicking each other’s cute ‘’RAWR!’’ and hand gestures as Kirishima pulls you into a hug.

— ‘’Don’t forget manly!’’ He winks and grabs your hand, taking you to the Jurassic Park Water ride.

— “I actually find it smart that we go on the water rides first so that we can just change clothes immediately after. Good thinkening Kiri!” You remark, patting him on the head.

— THINKENING??? THINKENING??? Eijirou could not think straight right now because of how cute you are

— ANYWAY HE WASNT GOING TO LOOK OR ANYTHING KIRISHIMA IS A GENTLEMAN HE IS NOT A BAD BOI WHO WILL GIVE IN TO TEMPATION!!

— You looked so excited to go on the rides and he couldn’t be happier seeing you like this

— IT ALSO DIDNT HELP THAT YOU WERE WEARING A WHITE SHIRT SO IF YOU DID GET WET THEN 👁👄👁

— The ride begins and the all too familiar theme song of the series begins to play as the gates to the Jurassic Park opens as the water ride begins to move

— Although the ride was very predictable, and you knew the surprise at the end was the T-rex trying to jumpscare you as the ride falls down a high incline, splashing all of the people on the ride.

— Kirishima still looked like he had lots of fun.

— He turns to you, a huge cheeky smile plastered upon his face as he tries to dry his clothes. “That was fun!”

— The ride may seem calm at first, but then the T-Rex begins to secretly appear around the forest-ish area surrounding the water ride.

— “It was!” You smiled back. You look down on your shirt innocently. “I didn’t expect that I’d get this wet so I thought wearing a white shirt would be-”

— “LET’S BUY YOU A JURASSIC PARK SHIRT IN THE SOUVENIR SHOP OKAY!? SO THAT YOU WON’T WASTE YOUR OTHER CLOTHES AND YOU CAN CHANGE IN THEM FOR THE JAWS RIDE INSTEAD.” Eijirou stands up so suddenly from the boat. He takes you by the hand without shooting you another glance as not to show how flustered he was.

— “Okay then...” You reply, as Kirishima whisks you away, leading you to the souvenir shop just outside of the attraction.

— Kirishima breathes a sigh of relief as he sees you exit the comfort room.

— He calls you over, “(Y/N)! While you were changing your clothes, I went back to the souvenir shop and realized that they were actually couple shirts!

— We are so Adora-saurable! was written on both of your shirts along wtih a cute dinosaur couple print on them.

— “Funny how you were able to find a Dinosaur pun on the word adorable! What a coincidence!” You giggle, poking Kirishima’s cheek. “I think we had enough of dinosaurs for now. Shall we check out the other rides?”

— “Right beside ya!” Kiri flashes you his signature smile, taking your hand in his again, swinging it back and forth as the two of you continue to your next destination.

— The way you scolded him was more in a joking way though!!

— You guys arrive a bit late because Kaminari ended up sleeping through his alarm 🙃

— When the two of you met up at the entrance you scolded him so bad because you practically lost two hours and HNGGGGG

— All he could do was hug you tightly from behind and say “gomen!” “gomen!” over and over again

— you were loving every second of it!!!! denki was being super cute and you couldn’t help but just go uwu

— BUT THEN YOU SCOLDING HIM DIDN’T REALLY MATTER BC YOU GUYS HAD FAST PASSES

— YOU DO BE FLEXING YOUR FAST PASSES THO

— THE TWO OF YOU FELT LIKE RICH KIDS FLEXING YOUR GUCCI FLIPFLOPS WHEN IN FACT YOU WERE FLEXING YOUR FAST PASSES

— OK SO you and Kaminari decided to go to the Despicable Me/Minions area first not just for the memes but also because it was the most popular attraction this season.

— You also wanted to get on the rides there first since it takes 2 hours before you can even get in

— YOU HAVE MATCHING MINION POPCORN BUCKETS WITH HIMM!!

— The design of yours was a cute little minion holding a teddy bear whilst his was a special Christmas reindeer edition.

— “(Y/N)-chan! Look at the line! Should we line up and take a picture with the Minions!?” He points to a meet and greet line for the yellow mascots

— You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of these abominations but facebook mom memes aside, Denki looked super super excited and you didn’t want to ruin a great start to a perfect day so you just went with it.

— The staff attendants thought Kaminari looked super excited like cute little sparky puppy seeing the minions so they gave you cute minion button pins!!

— The Despical Me Area pretty much played Happy by Pharell Williams non-stop as people stroll around so you and Denki couldn’t help but dance along to it.

— It didn’t matter if people looked at the two of you weirdly either!! Just being with denki and being chaotic with him is one of the best feelings ever and he feels the same way too

— You guys did all kinds of funky dances til the two of you got exhausted and decided to try out the other rides.

— There were also carnival game stands and Kaminari ended up winning you the exact same unicorn stuff toy seen in the Despical Me movies.

— Cotton Candy, Gumballs, Skittes, anything remotely sweet being sold on the stalls, you tried all of them.

— “IT’S SO FLUFFFFFY!!!” You imitate one of the cute characters from the movie, hugging the stuffed toy to your chest. “Thank you Kami-kun! I will cherish this forever!”

— Kaminari grins widely, “I know you aren’t too fond of the Minions but thank you for still going with me to this area first.” You can see the emotion and the appreciation in his eyes.

— “OMG DENKI OFC! WHY WOULD I NOT ENJOY THIS!?” You say incredulously. “I had such an amazing time! Minions and their annoying voices aside. I always have the best time when I’m with you!”

— Crocodile tears start to form on Denki’s eyes as he pulls you into a hug. “AAAAAAAHH (Y/N)-CHAN I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU. THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME. I’M DOING THIS FOR THE MEMES.”

— You giggle, patting Kaminari on the back. “It’s alright alright. I love you too! But this time you have to compensate by going on a horror ride with me okay?”

— “Ahahahahahaha what?”

— Endeavor had sponsored your trip and all expenses to ~try~ and start to mend his broken relationship with his son, although you refused at first, Toya did not. When he went to visit his mother and Enji was there to visit too, He got the money from him, ignored him, and flipped him off (aka gave him the bad finger) before leaving.

His three other siblings were in on this trip too. However, Toya wanted your trip to Universal Studios Japan between the two of you ONLY. His siblings went on a different day.

— He wasn’t the biggest fan of matching outfits or any accessories with you like any couple would and you didn’t want to pry on that. He really wasn’t the type of person to do that to begin with.

— And although on the inside he does feel a bit sorry about not being able to be cutesy with you it just really wasn’t his thing.

The two of you would most probably make out in a secluded area in the Hogsmeade area that is barely noticed by any other park goers. How daring and how secsy

‘’Seriously? Snoopy and Hello Kitty? THIS is the area you want to go in first?’’

—‘’Come on! It’s not everyday you get to loosen up like this. Why not try out the kiddie rides first? Besides, I want to see how long you can last without taking the cuteness anymore.”

— The staff sees you enter the Snoopy and Woodstock ride and couldn’t help but ask a very imprudent question. “The two of you look like such a cute couple! I bet your child is just as precious!”

—“Excuse me… what?” You ask, your eyes widen. “We’re not-”

—“The kid is on it’s way. We’ll have one soon once we return here.” Toya says casually, sending you a flirtatious wink and you feel flushed and slightly embarrassed.

—“Jeeeeeeeeeez. Did you really have to say that?” You try to avoid contact with him so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment or rather the arousal present all over your face.

—“What? It’s true.” He smirks, taking your hand. “Do you not want anything to happen between us?” He teases again.

—“NO NO NO NO ITS NOT THAT.” You yelp in embarrassment, your eyes still cast down on the ground.

—You notice him kneeling down and before you could even react, instead of facing the ground, you were staring down at your boyfriend’s handsome face instead.

—“Come on… I thought we were going to the Hello Kitty ride next?

— “Oh yeah right! That ahahaha let’s go!” You look up again before he could see your face looking like a tomato.

— You couldn’t help but be flustered by his words time and time again. This time though there was no point in hiding it. He got to you.

— He grabs you by the waist, and whispers into your ear, “Besides, I’m saving matching outfits with you once we bring our child here in the future. We would be the cutest fucking family out there.”

— You’ve already been dating for a year?? and your heart still flutters every time?? anything remotely romantic comes out of his mouth???

— HE WAS SUCH FLIRT OH LORD AND YOU JUST SWOON AND FALL FOR HIM EVEN MORE

— The other couples for some reason never thought of going on the cutesy rides, so as soon as they saw you and Toya going on them, the line for most of the rides got even longer.

— Toya might be lowkey an edgelord but you guys became trendsetters in a span of an hour!!

— OK BUT SPEAKING OF EDGELORD... DABI AS AN E-BOY HURRRRRRRRR YOU MAY OR MAY NOT BE MANIFESTING YOUR BOYFRIEND TO SUDDENLY BE IN E-BOY CLOTHES ON THE SPOT TOTALLY NOT NOPE NOPE NOPE NEVER

— He still looked hot just wearing a plain dark hoodie but you still couldn’t get the thought of Toya wearing those fits out of your head.

— “Earth to (Y/N)? You’re spacing out again.” He waves a hand in front of your face and you snap back to reality. “We’ve rode every attraction here. I think we should go check out the other rides? The Jaws one next please. I can’t stand all this cute sparkly cuteness anymore.”

— “AHAH! YOU FINALLY SNAPPED!” You laugh, acting as if you finally got back at Toya for making you such a blushing and stuttering mess just a few minutes ago. Dabi shrugs it off however.

— “OKIE! Now that I got out of my system, let’s continue to go around shall we?” You huff and pace off to the next ride that you wanted to go on.

— Toya shakes his head and smirks, following you to wherever you were going to take him next. That didn’t stop him from teasing you every few minutes though.

— The two of you did come back to USJ, but only a few days later to accompany Shoto since Fuyumi and Natsuo had to take the train home due to having to attend important matters.

— The same park attendant who complimented you and Dabi was managing the Snoopy ride again. She recognizes the two of you instantly and waves. “Oooh! I didn’t think the two of you would come back again so early! Is this the cute child you were talking about?”

— You and Toya collectively facepalm whilst Shoto looks at the staff with a very puzzled look.

— Hopefully, the next time you come back, you finally have a happy family with Toya and you can finally show off to that sassy ol’ attendant that you have a cute little kid with you to go on rides with.

—This is officially your 7th date with Shinsou.

— Although the two of you are already official, you can’t help but feel and notice how cold and distant he is to you still. As if he hasn’t exactly opened up to you.

— And you didn’t want to end this day without seeing him loosen up and open his shell.

— You wanted a relationship with Shinsou in where the two of you could talk to each other about your own problems and help each other out.

— That was the ideal relationship after all, and you knew for a fact that you could have something special like this with Shinsou.

— He did confess to you through a love poem and if that isn’t the most romantic thing ever, then I don’t know what is.

— You wanted to be his comfort person after all. Just as he is with you although I think he doesn’t know that yet exactly.

— “SOU-KUNNNN you know what else we can do?”

— “...What?”

— “Let’s go on all the boring rides!!” You take his hand and start running to the next attraction.

— “T-that’s not actually a bad idea. Let’s go.” He mutters, albeit shy at the touch of your hands at first, he grows comfortable after a few minutes with your hand intertwined with his.

— SHINSOU IS SO TOUCH-STARVED AND YOU CAN’T WAIT TIL YOU GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS AND KITHES IMAGINABLE LATER THAT NIGHT

— It was the middle of the afternoon and the park was less busier than usual, which meant all the time for you and Shinsou to try out every exhilarating ride the park had to offer.

— The only ones left were more performance-based attractions where you would be watching a live musical or play. One of those being a Terminator based ride.

— The concept of a Terminator live-action retelling was pretty cool but certainly not you or Shinsou’s cup of tea either. However, it was your goal with him to try out every ride in the park. So, eh why not?

— The two of you sit in the front seat, making Shinsou within range of the stage actors to be affected by his quirk.

— “Don’t try to make them do anything bad okay?” You whisper to him. “This live show does look boring and really needs to liven up a little.

— “I won’t do that of course. Let’s just make this show more entertaining.”

— He then uses his quirk on the stage actors, making them do fun and entertaining dances.

— The audience burst out into laughter as Shinsou had unintentionally made a twist to the musical playing before you.

— “Of course not! You made that Terminator Musical much better! I bet they took notes and try to switch up the acting and the cheesiness for the next show!”

— “Hopefully they will. Because the show was boring as hell.” He deadpans, putting his hands in his pockets.

— Everyone in the theatre left in good spirits.

— He stops in his tracks and looks at you. How lucky he was to have someone like you in his life.

— “Thank you for today too (Y/N). I really enjoy spending time with you like this.” He looks away, yet fails to hide his flustered face.

— “You’re welcome!” You lean in and tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.

— Despite how cold and straightforward he may be sometimes, you never complained. You accepted him for who he was and who he is.

— The two of you take the train ride home in peace and solace knowing that slowly but surely, Shinsou becomes more and more comfortable with you and you can’t wait for the time he finally opens up and bears his heart to you.

Thank you for reading ♡

-Fin

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lemonsandstrawberries · 3 years

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When Zombies Attack

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopt Peter Parker as their son)

summary: Peter once again has the misfortune to witness one of the awkward moments between his parents.

length: 907

a/n: Sunday is a day for family for me, so have some Superfamily! fic based on this prompt. hope you like it, feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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When Zombies Attack

SQUREEEEEWAAAAAAAA!

Peter jolted his head up, the loud, screeching noise getting to him despise the music blasting in the headphones. That kind of scream could mean only one thing.

His and his dad's project was completed and they successfully recreated a breathing, living pterodactyl.

Feeling a rush of excitement, Peter turned around on the swivel chair, abandoning his biology homework, trying to leap out of his chair, just to be yanked back, when the cord from the headphones held him back. Damn the day he lost yet another pair of Starkpods and his dad refused to gift him new ones. He shook the headphones off and rushed out of his room, following the screeching, eyes shining in excitement of seeing the flying reptile and -

And being painfully let-down when he saw the reality. Scratch that, he definitely didn't want to see that reality. Eye bleach should be a thing.

On the couch were his parents and at the first sight, it looked like Iron Man and Captain America got into a fight and were wrestling. The truth was very different, and Steve, with the widest grin spread across his face, kept reaching hands forward and grabbing at any part of Tony with tickling fingers, Tony letting out a screech each time the move was successful, guarding himself.

"Eh," Peter whined in disappointment, leaning over the door frame, longingly looking at the ceiling and imagining the pterodactyl circling around it. That would be quite a sight.

"Hm?" Steve heard the sigh and briefly turned his head around, shining a grin at the teenager. "Hi, son!" He said, still climbing on Tony and causing Iron Man to squawk and giggle.

"Pete! Get hihihihim off!" Tony squeaked, trapped under his husband and uselessly trying to bat away the attacking hands.

Peter looked back at his parents, some irritation mixing with a fond feeling. He heard Steve teasing Tony about asking their son for help, Tony trying to snark back, but the offensive comment got lost in another wave of laughter Steve proudly caused.

Of course, there was something awfully disturbing about the image he was seeing, but he thought back to his school friends, coming from divorced families, dividing their time between two arguing parents. This was better than arguing. He was lucky his parents were as much in love as they were - well, since he could remember. He didn't know how it was before he came into the picture, but he heard enough stories from uncle Clint and aunt Natasha to know that his parents were always pretty handsy with each other. Even if deep down, seeing his parents in love made him happy, it didn't mean Peter couldn't complain about it.

"You know," Peter said loudly, crossing arms on his chest, "I wish you two would act your age."

Steve laughed loudly, hearing the complaint and Tony laughed too, although from a different reason. "If I acted my age, which is well over one hundred years old, I would be a pile of dust!" And then he gasped, having an idea, and fell limp, like a sack of potatoes, right on Tony who yelped in pain, smothered with his husband's weight.

"OOF! Steve, what the-!" Tony demanded explanations, his whole face heated from the stopped attack and too much laughter. Peter heard his parents talking, hearing the phrases 'one hundred years old' and 'a pile of bones' repeated when Tony sucked in an outraged breath and looked at Peter with faked anger. "You killed your father!"

Oh, Lord...

"Yes, I killed my father," Peter agreed, rolling his eyes, "or worse, he will come back now as a zombie and terrorize us."

That was supposed to be a sarcastic remark to point out the stupidity of the situation. Too bad, Tony and Steve had no problem with sarcasm and fooling around, and soon, very stiffly, Steve lifted himself, looking at his husband.

"Braains," Steve muttered out in a hollow voice.

"There is your brain, leave my brain alone!" Tony giggled and played along, pointing at Peter.

With a snarl, Steve turned around, locking eyes with Peter and limping in his son's direction. "Braaaains..."

"Okay, very funny. Pops, I am not playing with you," Peter said firmly, standing his ground. Steve was limping closer and closer. "Pops, I said, I am not playing, stop it!" Peter tried again, some uncertain note making its way into his voice. Of course, Peter knew it was all a game. But there was something very unsettling in the way, Steve moved closer and closer, muttering in that empty voice, his head crooked to the side, eyes not blinking...

"BRAINS!"

Steve launched forward, Peter screeched, and Tony laughed as he watched his husband attacking their son, holding him trapped in his arms and drilling fingers into Peter's stomach and under the arms, sometimes squeezing at the thighs and knees when Peter tried to kick him.

"POPS! STAHAHAHAP!" Peter tried to wriggle out, but he never before managed to escape Captain America's clutches and today wouldn't be the day either.

"Braaaains!" Steve continued to wallow, looking in all wrong places, not bothered by Peter's screams of protest and ongoing laughter. Or maybe it was part of the zombie tactics, to first tire the victim out and then savor the brain. Tony decided to find out, taking a moment to rest and having absolutely no intention of being involved and saving his son from his zombie husband.

#stony #superfamily #steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #tony stark is ticklish #peter parker is ticklish #ticklish!peter #ticklish!tony #domestic #domestic fluff #humor #tickle fic #tickling #fanfic #fanfiction #yes i know i am kinda reusing the title #gimme a break i am writing for almost a decade now

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mego42 · 3 years

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Shamelessly stealing @foxmagpie’s monthly rec thing without the ability to get my life together to do these on a monthly basis so, seasonal recs! So excited to see if I manage to do this again with anything remotely resembling consistency but i’ve been keeping the notes for approximately 43 years (or since ~september, whatever that means) so by god i’m gonna use them.

found my thrill - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe

Turner POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys turner is SO OBSESSED with Beth and Rio

both canonically and in this fic

it’s gr9

also features a weirdly soothing and relatable cord untangling moment as a metaphor

truly disturbingly relatable turner pov tbh

relentless boomer disdain, always a plus

led to the creation of this monstrosity, not sure what kind of a monster would do that

War In My Mind - mintletters16

Backread!!!!

post-213, gorgeous character study

guaranteed to make you feEl stUfF

I really love the like, cyclical, fractured pattern of Beth’s internal monologue, it gives the whole thing a really affecting at times dreamy, at times haunted vibe

the end twist is *chef’s kiss*

mourning bells - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet

Backread!!!!

Later s2 era, Rio’s at a funeral, gets drunk and calls Beth

V short, kind of…..mmm, not sweet, but almost? Idk

It’s got a wistful sort of almost/i can be quiet with you vibe that i go extremely bonkers for

delinquents - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Lol are any of you actually not reading this yet?

g o d ch 8 where do i start

First off how ABSOLUTELY VERY DARE for the tragic angst that is delinquents!beth boland. This poor baby, this precious bean. MUST PROTEC

SHE’S TRYING HER BEST AND I LOVE HER

zero percent deserves dean’s clammy hands, no i have not forgotten, tattooed on my brain, will never forgive

I also love love love love LOVE the ruby/stan subplot happening

(and ruby’s mom!!!!!) (seriously though you write the best moms)

oh god and baby beth starting to have confusing feelings about rio?????? *chef’s kiss*

p sure i was just like, straight screaming the entire end of the chapter

the dugout is like, pure serotonin

I can’t even talk about the closet

tHe teNsiOn

thank you i will take eleventy billion

don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - medievalraven / @medievalraven

am a desperate heaux for any fic that features rio and mick friendship

you are all incredibly shocked i know

still would not be mad if this swerved into rio x mick fake dating but beth x rio is cool too i guess

Speaking of things i am a desperate heaux for: DIANE!!!!!!!!

and DATING ANNIE???????????? Blessed

honestly this fic is worth it purely for the assertion that mick watches queer eye

Why don't we go to Venus? - watermelonriddles / @bensonstablers

another grief study!

apparently i was working through some stuff in september, idk, that was like 4 years ago

considering it’s the premise of the fic, i don’t think it’s a spoiler to say this fic is canon divergent and working with the premise that rio killed beth in 302

he is uh, not coping well

extremely haunted you might say

lots of marcus and rhea which is a delight!

rhea is to good for him tbh

i said what i said

truly top notch dream (nightmare?) sequences

the conversation at the end is extremely uncalled for

drop the game - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet

Backread!!!!

Am going to die mad Beth and Rio didn’t hook up in 211 but luckily this fic scratched the itch

(temporarily, it’s a fairly permanent itch)

Bonus rec: missing scene series i wanna do bad things to you featuring 2x02 and 2x04

Viva Voce - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

Whoops we woke up married Vegas shenanigans!!

So cute!!!!! So sexy!!!!!

What more do you want?

am desperately obsessed with how beth can’t help stalking rio

feels right, feels organic

this makes me feel a lot of stuff about how they could be without their canon garbage between them

🎶 we could’ve had it aaaaaaaaaaall 🎶

you showed me colors (i can't see them with anyone else) - gild_fire / @gild-and-fire

really into the use of color to illustrate beth’s emotional state, i feel like there’s a word for that but idk what it is

UNIMPORTANT

really nice job capturing beth’s inner vulnerability balanced by her outer stubbornness

am DESPERATELY into Mick playing matchmaker

more please???????

Both Sides of the Law - JoeyLee / @joeyjoeylee

LAW SCHOOL AU! I suuuuuuper love Beth and Rio here (alt pov!! a gift!!!!) I love how initially prickly they are, I love how it’s evolving into a grudging respect, I love how INCREDIBLY AND HILARIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER THEY ARE and neither one of them seems to see it

listen I know we’re all already foaming at the mouth over this one but as it’s gonna go down as one of my all time favorites it bears repeating/rereccing

cannot stress enough how masterful the use of POV is here, both voices feel completely true and distinct and I love how the alternating chapters revisit, reveal and emphasize pieces of each other

i can’t talk about this fic without hyperventilating

I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU GUYS

the slow burn is going to ACTUALLY KILL ME

rip, no regrats

Earned It - wakeupflawless / @wakeupflawless

spanking

that’s it that’s the pitch

H O T

living for beth’s exit in the first chapter, rio and i are both incredibly into it

second chapter also features violently possessive Rio who cannot deal with anyone messing with his girl so if that’s your thing boy howdy get on it

shake, baby, shake - openhearts

backread!!!!!

according to my bookmarks this was a reread but ???????

must’ve read it in the fugue state that followed reading for a moment we were strangers which is gr9 and I believe I have recced it before. If not, horrible oversight, reccing it now

beth and Rio POV lead up to the bathroom break, beautifully done, low-key feel bad reccing it bc the end point of both chapters makes me want to throw things but it’s super worth it for the tEnsiOn. ENJOY

What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have - flashindie / @pynkhues

I’m assuming all of y’all are already reading this

If not OH MY GOD FIX YOUR LIVES

P I R A T E A U

I’m sorry maybe you didn’t hear me piRaTE aU

meticulously researched, brain-meltingly vibrant, already painfully sexy slow-burning PIRATE AU

god where to start okay so first off, the world-building here straight up breaks my brain, sophie’s put in the work and it SHOWS

second, the atmosphere. i’m generally a pretty like, vague mental picture sort of reader but the sensory detail here grabs you by the throat and like, forcibly hauls you in whether your brain’s wired that way or no

and hey speaking of throats if you, like me, go a little funny about the knees at the idea of beth holding a knife to rio’s throat (he’s fine, calm down), there’s a v excellent beth-in-a-barrel moment for you

oh christ and the sexy tension

it’s gonna be a race to see which slow burn takes me out first, this or law school

Stunner - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Another high school AU, this time with baby Rio absolutely head over heels for his older sister’s bff

stunner!Rio has an emotional earnestness about him that I feel like delinquents!Rio has already outgrown and it’s so SWEET I can’t get enough

Desperately cute!!!!!!

alL he waNts iS foR beTh tO bE hiS girL

also unreasonably angsty???????

ANN ARBOR IS NOT THAT FAR MEGAN

A Heart's A Heavy Burden - tooshyforthis / @bathroombreaks

Howl’s Moving Castle AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love Howl’s!!!!!!!!!!!

perfect opp to roast Rio for being a Dramatique Heaux

and it’s gonna be 9 chapters?????? H Y P E

author’s note boldly presumes I did not know I needed this AU when the reality is I did in fact know I needed this AU, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to deliver

so blessed

author also claims to not be team nose stud and yet it features prominently in all its magnificent glory

what is the truth dot gif

A Bit of a Stretch - septiembre / @septiembur

SO????? CUTE?????????

would be on this list for Rio calling Beth E alone tbh

really really really really really love this Rio POV of being settled into a relationship with Beth

It manages to be sweetly domestic af while still holding the edge that makes brio brio which is a neat trick

@septiembur may be a witch

beth’s approach to getting rio to do yoga with her is hilarious and exactly right, canon-typical amounts of subtlety

1000000/10

Post Break-Up Sex - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs

stg this was called Hit Shuffle

no matter

h O T

with a side of damn i’ve made some questionable choices in my life haven’t i introspection

(no regrats tho)

(esp not with this fic)

not the point of the fic by a long shot but i’m also extremely obsessed with Weed Eddie, so real

She drains my soul... she drains it not - niham87 / @niham87

ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT

am a complete sucker for paranormal world building that satirizes bureaucracy

Is that a trope? If so that’s my favorite

I did it. I’m picking a single favorite. You know what that is growth dot gif

ANYWAY i love the concept, i love the humor, i love beth instantly clicking with annie

I love her and mick’s sort of grudging professional courtesy

Love beth as a champion of environmental responsibility and all of the underworld being like …...okay??

cannot wait to see where this goes

Nine-Tenths - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

sometimes i think about rio putting beth’s hair in a ponytail and have to go lie down

science please explain why this rUinS mE

wait hold on i skipped ahead

HEY KIDS DO YOU LIKE UNBEARABLY CUTE DOMESTIC TENDERNESS

opens with rio sleepily holding beth’s hand to his heart so that’s the kind of thing you’ll be dealing with

uGH theY’RE sO CUTe

idk why precisely but rio adding hair ties to his bracelet collection is my undoing every time

Missed Call - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Rio doesn’t come home from a job when he’s supposed to. Beth (and I!!!!!!!) slowly loses her mind

Truly a masterpiece of rising tension

Will literally never forgive her for calling this light angst

I was SO STRESSED OUT

The first person to point out there was an author’s note at the beginning I obvs didn’t read is getting blocked

crush - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Listen even though this is centered around two OCs, they are OCs FROM a (n iconic) brio fic AND Beth, Ruby and Rio all make cameos (I mean, Rio’s pretty present since he lives in Mar’s mind rent free bc they are THE SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE BEST OF FRIENDS so idk if i’d call it a cameo but whatever)

and even if it didn’t feature any official GG characters I’d still rec is bc that’s mY SON AND this fic is TOO CUTE

I have so many feelings over mar and rio growing up and not knowing how to cope with girls becoming a Thing in their life and how it affects their friendship and mar feeling left behind but (SPOILERS) at the end of the story rio starts feeling that too and it’s so poignant knowing how that’s going to continue in delinquents

while mar may be my son, i also claim elena’s #1 stan status

before you’re like meg you’re only reccing it bc it’s a bday present ask yourselves do i really strike you as the kind of person that wouldn’t be equally obnoxious about this either way?

truly cannot fathom how hard i have fallen for these OCs i don’t normally do that

@foxmagpie is definitely a witch

The Ottoman - Niham87 / @niham87

look i will be the first to admit that i don’t go near as bonkers over the ottoman line in 308 as y’all do

(don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! I love that he laughs and i love that she’s pleased it just doesn’t hit my lose my whole mind button like idk, the dubby or the 306 convo, idk why)

BUT i v v v much love the context this delightful Rio POV pwp gives it

am also absolutely feral for 209 missing scene fic

and anything that captures the complexity of Rio’s s3 feelings for Beth and how twisted they’ve become

so this scratches a bunch of itches, is what i’m trying to say

Bet On It - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

That’s what my brain does when I think about Beth and Rio meeting in ch 1

am DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH the tension between the two of them in this fic

I love how it plays with the ways they have to rely on but don’t trust each other

plus FAKE DATING and BED SHARING (fair warning hasn’t happened yet but the set up is there)

originally supposed to be 2 chapters, already up to 4, prayer circle it goes on forever

do you like drugs (tonight) - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe

v important focus on hydration, other fic should take note

extremely about the use of cut to and then flashback to enhance the ‘we were on drugs’ vibe

speaking of, beth and rio absolutely would take ecstasy to prove they are fun bc they are the exact kind of idiots that would peer pressure themselves

so glad beth kept her purse, got a bit stressed there for a second, clutches in that kind of circumstance are A Risk

not that i would know

FLAWLESS USE OF VOICEMAIL TBH

really love the ongoing denial that they are remotely into each other while proceeding to demonstrate how they are in fact, extremely into each other, great vibe

rio dances

I know my brain broke too

mmmm bacon

Navigate A Broken Path - flashindie / @pynkhues

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

I have a long standing tradition of getting unreasonably obsessed with side characters so i’m not like, entirely surprised by how obsessed i am with both Mick and Mary Pat but i never in a million years considered them as a ship

AND Y E T

they fit????? so perfectly?????? It’s amazing how she developes them individually enough that i look at them together and think ah yes this makes perfect sense for both characters

and they’re such an amazing foil to Beth and Rio?

can ships have foils? do i know what a foil is?

unimportant

GUYS you dON’T uNDERStAN d

hell i don’t understand

how absolutely very dare you make me care about YET ANOTHER set of gg ‘verse children

do not read this fic if you have no interest in feelings you zero percent asked for

wHA t hAPPeNED iN aLASkA?????????

A Moment’s Silence - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs

*makes sign of the cross*

y’all are gonna make me rediscover religion

extremely appreciate the author’s note approach to backstory top notch prioritization

listen it’s basically 3k of beth deep throating rio idk what more you need me to say about it

it is…..good stuff

bless the kinkmeme or fest whatever we’re calling it

praise - civillove / @blainesebastian

I mean you had me at “three times rio calls beth a good girl and one time he really means it”

ephemeral rio

I left that note for myself in here in the middle of the night and haven’t the foggiest what i was thinking but i stand by it none the less

okay okay i think i know what i meant, this fic (as do all of my fav civillove brio fics) has this sort of like, liminal, in the quiet moments feel to them that makes the moments and feelings somehow feel like i’m catching a glimpse of something secret and precious???

idk i just really like it okay

Heart and Soul - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

oh look more unbearably sweet domestic tenderness, this time to music

thank you ma’am for my life

rio remembers beth used to play piano and gets her one and revoltingly cute shenanigans result

also hilarity

and sexiness

this fic has it all, truly

shout out to mick who sees no reason to keep rio’s feelings to himself

good girls tumblr fic - prettylittlementirosa / @hypermania

cheating and reccing a whole series

It’s my list and i can do what i wanna

stop crying about it, it’s four fics and they’re all AMAZING absolutely impossible to pick a fav

truly flawless characterization, next level ability to capture evocative mood, cannot get enough

three’s a crowd: who knew ballroom dancing while dean watches and grinds his teeth could be so sexy

(trick question everything about that premise sounds A++++ and boy howdy does it live up)

feel it on the way home: rio tries to break up with beth, it goes about as well as you’d expect

(thE angSty tenSioN)

i want to play the game: [from the floor] i’m still not ready to talk about it

(rio/turner, missing scene, 10000000% a taste of what went down in that hotel room)

june after dark: pitch perfect annie pov, really really love the take that Annie is the baby whisperer, can’t fully explain why but it feels incredibly right

(ANNIE X NANCY COULD WORK SO WELL YOU GUYS)

#fingers crossed these links are right i did not double check #i like to live on the edge #truly mind boggling amount of fluff on this list i surprised myself on that one #no i will not at any point get my shit together enough to write out thoughtful commentary this is a shit posting blog first last and always #fic recs #gg fic #nbc good girls #i'll come up with a tag for these if i ever do them again #check back 37 years from now #or ~~~~~~march #whatever that means

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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clear the clouds (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: after weeks of bucky feels down, natasha knows exactly who to call to make him feel better

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2,030

trigger warnings: sickening fluff, also - please don’t take kitten rearing advice from fanfiction

notes: this is a birthday present for the effervescent @m00nlightdelights, who asked for bucky barnes interacting with kittens. happy birthday babe!

ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

Natasha was the one who called you – asking something many dream for but very few get to experience. It’s hard to transport that many tiny, wriggling animals across town and very few are willing to pay the exorbitant, arbitrary amount of money you had made some intern put on the website after the twentieth call asking about the particular service.

People, apparently, really want to rent a bunch of kittens for several different types of events – finals weeks at universities and rich high schools, bat and bar mitzvahs, once even a wedding. Why those event coordinators can’t rent service animals is beyond you, and why they always expect you to do these things for free is also a mystery.

No matter why those people wanted your kittens, you closed the service except for incredibly rare cases.

One of those incredibly rare cases, per the usual path of your life, involved Natasha Romanoff.

You owed her a favor from a few years back, when she made sure an ex-boyfriend of yours…well, for legal purposes you can’t talk about it, but Natasha made sure he never bothered you or your friends ever again.

Natasha’s got enough tact not to bring the year-long ordeal up – just said she wanted to “cash in” on your side of the bargain. You sighed into the office landline when she told you she was calling for her favor, the exhale so deep it was still audible despite the barking and scratching and the menagerie of other noises.

It takes you a second to collect yourself, to shove the memories back into that little box your therapist had you build and then tuck into the back of your brain.

Despite not being able to see her face, you can tell she’s frowning and has furrowed her brow. “You good?”

You nodded, then remembered how phones work. “Yeah,” you let out a small sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine. You want the kittens at Avengers Towers this weekend for a few hours to help that friend of yours-“

“Bucky,” Natasha interrupts you. “His name is Bucky. And you should go out with him.”

Despite still knowing how phone works, you roll your eyes. “Didn’t you just say he spent the last week bedridden because of depression. It doesn’t exactly sound like he’s in the right state of mind for a relationship.”

Your friend scoffs into the phone, shutting what you think is a thick book for dramatic audial effect. “And you spend fifteen hours a day at your shelter because it gives you an excuse not to see people. I don’t need you to marry him, I’m saying maybe a coffee date would be good for you.”

There’s a pause where you search for a sarcastic response, but Natasha beats you to it.

“Actually, no,” she says, voice dripping with a lovable dryness you can’t help but admire. “It will be good for both of you.”

Another pause while you recalculate your sarcastic response cortex. After a deeply silent thirty seconds, you give up.

“Fine,” you acquiesce. “But you and Wanda are helping me and you’re buying me lunch for that day and you’re helping me during adoption day at the museum next month.”

Somehow, you can hear Natasha’s wide and triumphant smile. “You got it, kid.”

And with that, you hang up before falling back in your office chair. You swear, that woman could convince you to do anything.

Fucking spies, you think before putting the event in the shelter’s e-calendar.

The day arrives both too quickly and not quickly enough – your brain caught between something akin to “existential dread” and “oh my God my friend is trying to set me up with her friend and what if it doesn’t work but what if it does” the entire week before the planned event. During the night before you down quadruple your normal dose of melatonin to fall asleep after spending three entire hours trying on all your clothes to plan the right outfit (in the end, you chose an unusually nice pair of leggings and a plan sweater along with boots cute enough to fool a man into thinking they’re fancy while still protecting your feet from the end-stage winter air outside.

(Also, the leggings and sweater are the easiest things to lint roll kitten fur off of you for, say, a date at an upscale coffee shop you normally wouldn’t even think of going to, but that’s nobody’s business and you totally one hundred percent did not think about that when trying the outfit on.)

You meet Natasha and Wanda at the shelter the next morning, you getting there before them to gather the necessary supplies from the back. Despite them promising to help you load your car with kittens and kitten-adjacent items, you still didn’t want either of them messing with the precious organization system you’d spent years perfecting (and years training interns and vet techs how to abide by it).

Luckily, with your precautions and time management – and despite Wanda’s need to kiss every kitten (yes, every kitten) as they were loaded into crates – you arrive at the infamous Stark Tower right on time.

Set up of the whole thing doesn’t take long, Natasha successfully leading the way through the maze of which is the expansive building. You pass a few people you recognize from Natasha’s stories and the news, and a few others who you don’t but still smile as they pass (whether they were just being nice or smiling at the kittens in the crates you were holding, you refused to decide).

It takes a few elevator rides, but eventually you get to the desires floor and room – Wanda knocking on the door after setting her Ikea bag of playpen supplies on the carpeted floor.

A response is nearly immediate. “Go away!” a gruff voice calls, muffled by the thick walls.

Natasha and Wanda both roll their eyes. “Shut up and open the door!” the former replies.

There’s no verbal response, but you do hear shuffling before the door opens to reveal a figure more brick house than man. His hair is messy, sweatshirt a size too large and solid black but with jeans that fit perfectly. His boots – much thicker and blacker than yours – are dirty.

“What do you want?” he grumbles.

Natasha remains unphased by the man’s demeanor. “We have kittens. Now move out of my way so we can set all this shit up and you can pet some cute animals.”

Bucky gives her a look and rolls his eyes, but steps asides and holds the door open for the three of you nonetheless.

Twenty minutes later, Bucky found in the middle of the four-foot wide pen, bewildered. He’s done a lot of things in his life, many of which would be impossible for (nearly) anyone else to accomplish. He speaks thirty languages (plus Morse code and ten variations of sign language), he’s hunted bears with his bare hands, he’s survived Russian winters and summers in the Amazon rainforest.

Yet, somehow, the thing that stunts him beyond reproach is a small play pen filled with about forty tiny, six-week old kittens that are all their own form of chaotic. Bucky doesn’t know where to look, let alone how to grab the ones that catch his eye. He’s terrified of crushing them like bug caught under a hardcover book, of breaking their tiny ribs or tiny legs or tiny necks.

He watched you intensely when you and Natasha and Wanda pulled them out of their crates, watching how you held them and which one allowed you to give them kisses and which one chased after the strands in Natasha’s ponytail. He noticed which ones curled up in small spheres in the corners of the pen, which ones immediately bopped about, which ones immediately sought out the bottle of formula you’d prepared and which ones nibbled at the liquidy wet food that had been scooped into a neon blue bowl.

Each tiny animal was different, and it amazed him.

There was this one cat, a fluffy little white one with one ear and splotches of buttery yellow seems the boldest, eyeing Bucky as if the man was this small cat’s Everest. The floral collar (one of those break-away ones, you had told him, meant to keep the kittens from getting hurt but allowing the rescuers to identify them by name and rescue identification number) has a small nameplate – a gold one – with “Squirt” etched into the metal.

“Squirt,” Bucky repeats under his breath. “Nice to meet you, little guy.”

The cat gives him a small, pterodactyl-like scream in response, as if the small animal is too young to speak in any other tone but “loud.”

“HELLO LARGE CAT,” he imagines the cat saying. “HELLO, I AM A SMALLER CAT. DO YOU WISH TO BE CLIMBED?”

Bucky smiles at the imagined conversation, allowing the brave creature to dig its tiny claws into the leg of his jeans just above his socked feet (he took off his boots when he arrived in the room, as per your request), the start to his magnificent journey.

“I do not mind being climbed,” the man answers out loud. For once, he doesn’t take in the entire room’s emotions and reactions before he says something – he just talks, even if that freedom from paranoia is only allowing him to speak to someone (or thing) that can’t talk back.

Squirt gets to Bucky’s knee before screeching once more, just as tenacious as when he was on the floor. “THIS IS MUCH HARDER THAN I EXPECTED,” is all Squirt says.

Bucky laughs, ignoring the several other kittens who are trying to claw up Bucky’s metal arm – each unsuccessful but determined to continue to try. “I’m a lot bigger than you realized, huh?”

Squirt takes a few more wobbly steps, tail high in the air, before looking to Bucky for guidance as the tiny creature stands on his thigh. “I WOULD LIKE SOME HELP, PLEASE,” Bucky interprets from the screeches.

He laughs, not moving. Another kitten, this time an equally tiny short-haired black cat named “Foosball” attempts to follow in Squirt’s literal and metaphorical footsteps, but gives up when she gets to Bucky’s knees. This, too, makes him let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry, kid. You’re doing just fine.”

You watch Bucky’s interactions with the kittens intensely – telling yourself you just need to make sure he doesn’t hurt them accidentally. In truth, he was handling them the best you’d seen anyone outside your shelter in a long time – gentle, firm, attentive. His pseudo-conversations warm your heart, and the only thing that breaks your concentration is one of the larger kittens walking up to the barrier of the pen to scream at you from inside her prison that she was hungry. Natasha and Wanda had long left, citing some bureaucratic problem that was probably bullshit but, regardless of accuracy, left you and Bucky alone.

“What does she want?” the man asks, body still frozen as Squirt climbs his chest.

“Butterfly wants to eat,” you reply while you grab one of the syringes with formula.

“Why can’t she eat from the bowl of food?” he asks. It’s not accusatory, just curious. It’s sweet, extremely so, and makes you realize that Natasha was right – this is good for him.

“At six weeks, most kittens are weened from their mothers or,” you pick Butterfly up and hold her against you as she suckles at the plastic nozzle. “In this case, syringes. But sometimes it just takes a little longer.”

Bucky hmms, turning his attention back to the kittens before he speaks again. “Do you want to get coffee?”

You swallow, looking at him look at Squirt. “Like…with you?”

Bucky nods as he sits up, the brave kitten now on his shoulder and several others vying for his attention. “I, uh,” he swallows. “Yeah. Coffee. With me. Like a, uh, a date. With me. Where we get coffee.”

You giggle a little, both at his flustered speech and at Butterfly’s post-feeding tiredness. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Cool,” is all Bucky replies, the both of you now focused back on the kittens.

Dammit, you think. Natasha was right again.

#bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes fluff #maya tag #lukis writes stuff

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terapsina · 4 years

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Soooo, Scorpion Parts 1 & 2. Just... don’t talk to me... I can’t deal with them.

The only thing my brain is currently capable of is screaming incoherently.

Like they started out so... *screeches in happy pterodactyl*

And then they nosedived into... *groans in heartbroken brachiosaurus*

Only to land on... *whines in bittersweet baby triceratops*

I man look at me, my brain has deevolved by a 150 million years.

WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS?

(I have like rational opinions concerning stuff too I promise, I just... can’t focus on them right now because my brain can’t get past processing the emotional constipation of two idiots who love each other and know they love each other and won’t say they love each other because one of them is under the impression that saying it will somehow ruin everything even though not saying it doesn’t make it any less true and the other one respects boundaries which is great and good and right except it hurts and so instead they’re locked in agonized emotional stasis where they’re quite capable of eviscerating each other but won’t allow themselves the full ability for the full soothing balm that a goddamn I love you would be able to provide and... *SCREECHES IN PRIMORDIAL EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT*)

#janeway x chakotay #kathryn janeway #chakotay #scorpion part 1 #scorpion part 2 #star trek #voyager #terapsina rambles #terapsina watches voyager #otp: the captain and the warrior

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hellishmess · 4 years

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21: The Union Festival pt. 2

September 22,2018 [11:12 pm]

[Ana pov ]

Everything changed in a heartbeat.

Loud bangs shook the ground underneath me. People were running, taking cover. I ran too, but not before I saw some pterodactyl looking creature take a woman in its claws and lift her to the sky.

The halls of the center building was a mess. Gifted tried to defend themselves, but no one had weapons and the creatures were horrible.

A scream.

"Demons!" Someone shouted.

It was a frenzy. Instinct shoved common thought out of my brain. It had me running down an adjoining hall, away from the chaos of the main one and all the monsters.

I dove into a small hidden crevice. It had a door made of the same stone material as the walls.

I shoved against it, begging it to move.

A sickening crunching sound came from the main hallway. Panic and fear bolted all movement. I froze, back, pressed up into the crevice’s corner.

When the noise faded I managed a final shove against the door, earning entry with an open the door. I plunged into darkness, and darkness engulfed me. The door shut behind me with a final grate.

I collapsed on the floor, my back still against the door. My breaths were erratic. The booming of the blood in my ears was all I could hear.

Monsters and death was outside.

Aspen was somewhere out there too.

Christ! I should have went with her to get the punch.

I banged my head against the door.

I scrambled to find my phone, thankful it was still in the leather garter she let me borrow.

Flicking on flashlight, I stifled a scream again. I wasn't alone. A body was laid out flat along the back wall with someone crouching in front of their face. Another was curled in the far corner.

Men. The one crouching and the one in the corner turned.

I could have cried at the familiar face.

"Ana!" Eli exclaimed softly. "How'd you get in here?"

"I saw a maid leave from here." Moving closer, I saw who Eli was crouched over.

Samuel’s body was mauled with long gashes shredding his skin. They created caverns in his body.

I backed away. I escaped one circle of hell only to climb into another. I wasn't an idiot. He'll be looking for something to eat soon.

"Ana," Eli said. His worry moving from Samuel to me. "It's okay. He's unconscious."

"Oh god. Oh god," I hit the wall. Everything’s closing in. I try to focus on the light from my phone but even that was growing dim. "Oh god."

My breathing was erratic. My lungs were heaving, but my muscles tingled as if they weren't getting enough air. Maybe they were getting too much?

"Ana. Calm down." Eli sounded so far away.

"Oh holy shit." My knees shook. I felt the slide down the wall. The coolness of it touched my skin. Was I going to pass out?

Someone had grabbed me, their hands gripping my chin to force my head up. It was Eli.

Suddenly he was all I knew. The depth of his voice as he said my name, the blue allure of his eyes. I waited for him to say something to me, I'd wait forever if I had too.

"Ana," His voice reverberated in my soul. "I need you to calm down."

I took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. In, hold for a moment, then out. I repeated that task for a moment, still looking at Eli, still waiting for him to say something else.

He looked away, and the spell snapped.

"Shit," My hand ran through my hair. He just compelled me.

Eli apologized, "Sorry. I didn't know any other way to get you to chill."

I shook my hand, "No, it's fine. I think I was going to have a panic attack."

Eli went back to Samuel.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Some creature had him pinned. It had 4 arms and claws a foot long." Eli's lips turned up at the grotesque creature he saw.

I understood and took another deep breath. I didn't want to be weak. I wasn't weak. What would Aspen do?

An image of her popped into my mind. She stood tall, defiant against any adversary.

"Can he sit up?"

Eli shook his head. "No the witch over there put him under."

I glanced into the dark corner. The man was still curled up, his eyes blank as they met mine.

"He needs blood?" I asked.

Eli nodded.

"Let him feed from me." I said. "Just enough for him to heal and get some of his strength back."

Eli was shaking his head. "No way. I don't know if he'd stop. It's too risky."

"It doesn't matter. He's old, right? Powerful? We need to get out of here. We're just sitting ducks here. I mean have you seen the monsters out there?! He’s our strongest bet of making it out alive."

I scoot closer, raising my wrist to Eli. A stubborn set to my jaw. This was the only way, I told myself. The best way.

Eli hesitates, "Have you ever been bit before?"

I suck in a breath, my answer delayed. That was enough to tell him.

"This won't be pleasant," he warned. "This is really fucking dangerous."

"Yeah. Well I don't expect it to tickle and this whole situation is unpleasant." I brought my wrist up to his face. "Lets just get it done. I'm serious. I don't plan on dying just yet."

With frown, Eli took my wrist. I knew the unspoken words that hung between us. You just might if we do this.

His lips part to reveal fangs. I close my eyes. Flinching back, my eyelids pop open at the sudden sting from the bite. Eli withdraws immediately.

With a shaky breath, I quickly cover Samuel's mouth. My blood dripping between his lips.

He's still for a second. Worry starts to form.

I stifle another scream into a yelp. Samuel's latched himself to my wrist, his fangs splitting the bite even farther.

I cry out, feeling the flick of his tongue and the draw of my blood.

Suddenly, he's on top of me, snapping my head sideways to split the skin at my throat.

Pain erupts throughout my whole body, but my screams are muffled by a hand. I struggle to breath. Samuel has me fully immobilized.

Tears run down my face as I stare into the darkness. The pressure of Samuel is gone.

"Samuel," Eli's there. He's somewhere close. "She healed you."

I can't move. Shock keeps me on the ground.

Eli's closer, crouching over me this time. "Hey. You want some blood from me? It would heal you and give you your strength back."

I shake my head. I don't feel too bad. The shock dissipates allowing me to be sharply aware of my situation.

"At least let me heal the bite," Eli presses.

"Okay."

Eli pulls me in close. His tongue against my mangled throat, before hitting my wrist.

It was awkward, but I was grateful. I didn't want the open wounds or the scars.

An itching burn blossomed within seconds. My hands went to scratch but Eli brought them back down. "Don't. It's your skin multiplying and healing."

I curl my fingers into fists until the itch subsides. Slowly I manage to stand. I wasn't as weak as I thought I'd be.

Upon expressing my shock, I learn why.

"It's because I didn't take much from you. You're blood is surprisingly strong. I'm healed and at full strength from just three mouthfuls." Samuel said.

I push that out the window. "We need to get out of here."

"I agree," Samuel says.

"There’s a hallways over here," the witch says. He stood in a tight little stone walkway.

Samuel takes the lead position. "Let's go."

We all file out. It's eerily quiet. Only sometimes broken by the faint crash or scream.

The pace is quick. I drag a hand along the wall, my flashlight in my hand so only some light leaked through.

Samuel leads us up some stairs and into a kitchen. The sound of fighting and monsters is so much closer.

A high pitched screech sounds, making me flinch back into Eli. It’s too hellish to be human.

My eardrums ring. I see something fly by the little window in the kitchen.

A huge hound-like creature crashed through the door. It's jaws big enough to crush my skull, the beast stood easily at my stomach.

I gasp, backing away as it eyes us all. It's breath creeps into the room as it pants. I cough. My lungs start to burn. The witch grabs me and shoved my shirt over my mouth and nose.

"Hell hounds exhale toxic gas." He says.

The beast lunges forwards but Samuel meets it head on. We scurry to the edges of the kitchen while Samuel wrangles the beast. His stomach and thighs were scratched by its claws before he maneuvered himself behind it.

Samuel grabs the hounds jaws, prying them apart as it tries to snap. Soon the dog falls, it's jaw split wide open.

I stand there. Not moving, not blinking. This is crazy. Yet no one is really batting an eye? This was this world. I'm apart of this now.

"Ana!" Eli whispers. "Come on!"

I see Samuel grab another kitchen knife. The witch and Samuel following suit. I grab a frying pan.

We all slip through a back door and burst outside. The hell out here is being battled by gifted and some others.

In a blazing strike, lightning takes down 5 monsters at once. I see the woman that the power came from. Her eyes shining and her hair standing up from her electricity.

Another screech and something blurs in my the corner of my eyes. I knock to the ground, squealing as something with claws and a long snout tried to eat my face. The only thing saving me is my pan.

It lets out a scream of its own, a loud pain-filled bellow. I fling myself away as it's skin bubbles and boils.

A figure is rushing over, through the smoke and the chaos. "Aspen!" I yell, unsure of myself.

She comes and scoops me up in her arms. "Are you okay?!"

I look at the body on the ground. It was the demon version of a goose, with a long neck, two rows of fangs, and wings with claws at the bend of them.

"Yea. Thanks to you." I pull her close. Maybe this wasn't the time for hugs but god I couldn't stop myself. Aspen wrapped her hands around me.

But I get jostled to the side. A huge shadow looms over us all. Aspen moves towards it, encircling the 15ft tall monstrosity. Samuel and Eli draw its attention too.

I sit, stunned and hawking as they attack this Grendel like beast.

The creature swipes at Eli with a huge paw. It was crazy fast for its size, but Eli managed to duck just in time.

Samuel used his knife, stabbing at its muscles. It roars when blood gushed out of its wound.

Still, it wasn’t enough to slow it down, and Samuel’s plan backfired quickly. He hissed, recoiling in pain when the blood touched his hand.

The creature started to move but found himself unable. Aspen was to the back of it, out of sight with her hands raised. Slowly they moved together.

I saw the hard look of concentration, watched as the creature’s body bent. Aspen was crushing this thing.

Samuel and Eli step back. A confused glance was shared before Eli points to Aspen.

She ends this. Literally crushing the creature down to the ground. It squirmed, but it didn't move. It couldn't.

The realization that it might literally explode had me running behind one of the oak trees.

Just as I thought, with a last shove from Aspen the creature flattens. Blood spews in a nauseating show of gore. My eyes close, expecting the acidic blood to burn towards us.

It doesn't. The barrier Aspen set up kept it all contained like glass. Trails of dark green blood slid to the ground.

It was silent.

Aspen comes back up to me. Her hands grazing my face, then my throat. "Jesus Christ. What happened to you?"

My mind whirls. "No time. We need to go get somewhere safe!"

I twist to run, but she holds me still. "Ana, we've got them all. The Assault team was quick to respond and we managed to contain and kill the wave of creatures."

"What?" I looked around. Bodies of human and creature shapes lie dead around us. Nothing moved. The panic died down. "Oh thank god."

I pull Aspen into another hug, tears threatening to roll. "I should have went with you to get the punch."

Aspen hugs me back, her arms wrapping around me in the strong way that I loved. "I'm glad you’re safe." She pulls way, holding me at arms distance as she looks me over again. "Jesus what happened here?" Aspen draws up my wrist where crusty blood trails bled. Her eyes got to my throat next.

I notice her jaw clench, her eyes sliding over to the two vampires among us, and got the strange wariness one feels when unsheathing a sharp blade.

I bit my lip. Might as well be truthful and save these two from whatever anger is brewing. "I fed Samuel to heal him so he could get us out of the room we were in."

"You what?" She snaps. Her voice rough. There was a darkness in her gaze. She wasn't looking at me though. No, her eyes were pinned on Samuel.

I gently pull her focus back to me. She softened up when I sheepishly smiled at her, "Yeah. I escaped into their room, Eli saved me from a having panic attack and passing out, and then I tried to get myself to act like how you would."

Aspen just stared at me. Her lips parted slightly.

I clarified what I meant, "Strong and unafraid."

Aspen’s laugh was gentle as she grabs my wrist where she rubs off all the crusted blood. "So you think I would have risked my health to feed a hungry vampire?"

My face starts to redden, and I shake my head. "I didn't feed him because I thought that's what you would have done. I know you would have done something else, something better, but I fed him because I thought that's what I needed to do to stay alive. He was the most powerful friend I had at the moment. We all needed him."

"Smart, I guess. Ballsy definitely," She says. She turns to Samuel next. "You tell her thank you?"

Samuel's eyes narrow. He looks like he's going to snarl something nasty.

"He doesn't need to. He got us out safely." I interject.

"He should. You saved him, too." Aspen retorts, but she doesn't fight. "Let's go before we get roped into having to clean this clusterfuck."

I laugh, feeling all the tension in my body release.

Aspen leads us out to where the cars are parked. I think to thank Samuel but decide against it. I thank Eli instead.

"No problem." He replies. "I'm glad we all get to go home tonight."

"Me too," Aspen agrees. "Thanks for helping her."

Eli nods again and we turn away, walking throughout the destroyed lawn together.

Aspen squeezes my hand. "You don't understand how happy I am you're safe."

"Same here." I utter, looking at the damage. "I was worried about you."

Aspen laughs as if she can't believe the thought. "Don't worry about me. I'm okay."

We're quiet as we hit the sea of cars. Finding our own was gonna be hard. Aspen raised her hand and clicks her keys. Nothing sounds.

We head down the rows.

"Did you really think of me to draw strength from?" Aspen’s voice is low when she asks.

I smile, getting the faint feeling this is an important question to her. "Of course I did. You're the strongest person I know. I envy you."

Aspen nudges her body into me, dropping the subject at that. "Come on. I think I see the car."

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 30)

"Glue"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

Sparking a joint on the way to see Pete at Flappers, Colson, Luna, Ashley and Dom chatter away. Talking video and music concepts still, how they think Colson's gonna do on stage and Luna's hatred for the paparazzi.

Walking in to the comedy club, Luna stops Colson. Looking up at him, she strokes his jawline with her thumb.

"You're gonna do great, Bunny." She tells him, smiling brightly as she stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

He smiles, her words calming him. "Thanks, Kitten." He replies, bending down for her to reach him.

"And did you know.." She continues as she laces her fingers into his "Holding hands syncs up the heart, becoming a natural anxiety reducer?"

He laughs, always amused at her knowledge. "Then I'm glueing our fucking hands together!" He exclaims to her laughter, as they continue inside, holding hands.

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Once inside, Pete comes out to greet them, giving Luna a big hug. She winces in pain. "Ohhh!! That's right!! Dirty Fucking Harriet over here, leading the anti-deportation railroad!" He teases her. Making Colson, Ashley and Dom laugh.

"Fuck you." She says smirking. Then with wide eyes, knowing her friend too well. "Don't you fucking use that in your set!"

Pete strokes his chin. "I just might." He says smiling down at her.

"Fucking Asshole." She laughs, shoving him with her good arm.

"Alright, alright." He says, throwing his hands up. "Lemme get this Sicko set up." Referring to Colson.

"Break a leg, Bitch!!" Luna says to Pete, hugging him again. She turns to Colson. He's gripping her hand.

Giving him a knowing smile and That One Look he loves so much, all she says is "Great." Before squeezing his hand and kissing him.

"FUUUCCCKK. I don't think I've ever been this nervous before." He thinks following Pete. Even though he's naturally funny, stand up is completely out of Colson's realm

Luna, Ashley and Dom find their table.

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"And now, we'd like to welcome, for the first time ever to Flapper's stage... MGK!!!"

The crowd claps as Luna stands up. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, clapping hard as he comes on stage. She grins, as he starts, knowing his nervousness. She watches him, through her camera.

"So, I'm up here" he looks down, moving and adjusting the mic around. "Because I lost a bet because I can't keep my clothes on." Luna laughs as other women cat call him. He blushes and laughs as he continues "I have a 9yr old daughter, so I may tell some dad jokes. So, bear with me, please." The crowd and Luna laugh. She can see him loosening up. *CLICK* "Aight, check it, this one of our favorites..." He continues.

"The secret service isn't allowed to yell "Get down!" anymore when the president is about to be attacked. Now they have to yell "Donald, DUCK!" The crowd erupts as he lays another one, relieved and smiling. *CLICK*

"Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?.... Because the pee is silent." He laughs at himself with the rest of the room. Luna's watching him intently, moving around slyly. *CLICK* Colson sees the wrap it up signal from side stage.

"Ok..ok..one more, one more.. What does a zombie vegetarian eat?" He asks himself. Putting his arms out, hanging his tongue, he growls "GRRRAAAAAIIIINNNNS!” *CLICK*CLICK*CLICK* The crowd loses it. "Thank you! Thank you!" He says beaming before walking off stage. *CLICK*

"Ladies and gentleman, MGK!!!" The crowd erupts with cheers.

Luna heads back to Dom and Ashley. The girls look at each other with the same thought. "He was fucking GREAT!!" They shout in unison, laughing. They ALMOST share the same brain at this point in life.

"BUNNYYYY!" Luna shouts, jumping into his arms as Colson walks over to their table. "AMAZING!!!" She beams, kissing him all over. "You feel alright?" She asks him.

Looking into her eyes grinning he responds "Kitten, I FEEEEL WONDERFUL tonight. All I need is you and a drink." Adrenaline still flowing from the stage through him.

Heart racing from his special words she thinks to herself "I FUCKING LOVE HIM!!"

"Let's get you that drink, then." She smiles sliding off of him and grabbing his hand.

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Pete goes on as they get back to their table. He really enjoyed watching Colson sweat and is on fire himself. He runs through anything and everything. Trump, Ariana... He bust Loius CK's balls, both personally and publicly. Saying that he rathers offering girls weed in his hand. Over his weiner. He's killing the crowd. Then he steps in with.. "So, I've got this friend, a tiny, little white girl, just like me... Woooh!" He purses his lips and pretends to curl his hair with his finger. The crowd laughs, her table even harder as they glance at her.

"Oh, FUCK." Luna thinks to herself. Shaking her head, as she rolls her eyes with a smirk.

"She thinks she the Dirty Harriet of the anti-deportation railroad." He continues, walking around the stage. "She says to me while we're gettin high one day, talking about the ICE situation..." Pete changes his voice and wiggles his fingers, looking like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. "We could use teamwork, get a train and save alll the little children." He laughs, continuing, "I look over." He starts pointing. "And this Bitch has Dora the Explorer on the TV and Thomas the Train on her laptop and The FUCKING Wonder Pets on her phone. She's SO fucking high, that she's doing a Dora/Thomas/WonderPets CROSSOVER!!" He stops and looks at the crowd sideways. Continuing, "I wanted to say 'TURN OFF NICK JR, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!!!' But I was so HIGH, all I could ask was..." Dropping his voice. "'Can I be the conductor?'." He laughs at himself with everyone else. "Fucking white people, Man..." He finishes shaking his head to an erupting crowd.

"Thissss MOTHERFUCKER." Luna laughs to herself, shaking her head as she drops it into her hands.

Pete ends his set flawlessly.

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After Pete finishes, he meets up with his friends. They greet him with cheers. "Yo! You KILLED IT tonight, Dawg!" Colson tells him, slapping his hand while pulling him in for a hug.

"Funny as Fooking hell, Mate!!" Dom chimes in.

"Great set, Pete!" Ashley agrees, hugging him.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Pete grins, looking at Luna as he swigs his beer. She has that 'I may fuck you up' smile on her face that he knows oh, so well. "You know you set yourself up." He states to her with a grin.

She's grinning back. "Enh. I'd be more pissed of there wasn't any truth to the Nick Jr bit." Both of them bursting out laughing to the inside joke. "Where you staying tonight, Petey?" She then asks, nodding her head as she swigs her beer.

"Uhhh..."

"With us." Colson says, grabbing Luna and Pete around the neck with his arms, pulling them in close.

"Yeah, I just gotta meet my manager by 3P..."

Deciding to head back to Ashley's, Colson declares "WE OUT!!" as they exit the club.

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Back at Ashley's they drink some more, burn A LOT, A LOT, laugh and play a VERY intense game of Trouble. Colson and Dom agree they're going to do the open call for their video. Over dinner, they had titled the track "I Think I'm Okay". Luna and Ashley are in love with it, encouraging the guys to play it for Pete. HE fucking LOVES it too. This prompts Colson to play "Bad Things" for them. No one's heard it yet outside of the band.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING SICK!!!" Ashley shouts after she watches Luna and Colson twist and dance around each other to the beat, singing to the other along the track. It reminds her of herself and Gerald sadly, as the others listen. "THAT'S gonna be a Fucking hit!!" She shakes her head, pointing her index finger knowingly in delight.

Pete agrees "That's fucking gnarly!! And so different for the both of you." He observes. Luna and Colson beam together, thanking them, while she's tucked under his arm.

"Bet-ah every time I Fooking hear it, Mate!!" Dom tells Colson. Luna cocks her head up.

"I played it for him the other night." Colson says to a nodding Luna.

They hang out for a bit more before Luna changes into a pair of boy shorts and an old oversized Carolina hoodie, signaling that they're heading out.

Ashley congrats both Pete and Colson on their sets with hugs. Dom with hugs and kisses. Luna and Ashley smooch, making plans to meet up over the weekend.

"I'm starving." Luna states as they head to The Benz. Colson tosses her the keys.

"Then you drive."

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Luna doesn't support hateful organizations but she's starving and Chick-Fil-A is the first thing she sees. Pulling in they order almost EVERYTHING off of the menu. Luna hate-liking her food. She fires up a joint to ease her guilt as she pulls them out.

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Colson's drunk and aggressive when they hit the bedroom. He started pawing her once they left Flappers. She had popped 2 percs before eating, in anticipation. As he throws her on the bed, she's credits herself.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, you Brooklyn BITCH." He slurs as he pulls her shorts off with her panties. Luna beats him to the jump, pulling her own hoodie and bra off for him, protecting her wound. "I love your fucking titties!!" He declares drunkenly, diving into her chest face first, knocking her onto the bed. She laughs, trying not to wince, as she holds his head by his hair, positioning herself comfortably on the bed. He's sucking all over her breasts. Tonguing each piercing before moving up her neck to her mouth. "I FUCKING WANT YOU." He demands, pushing his solid dick against her. Hard. He pulls her arms up above her head with his hands. Holding her hostage, sucking on her neck, as she wraps her silky legs around his long body in pleasure. Not caring about the pain in her shoulder as she arches her back with a purr. Still holding both wrists but with one BIG hand, he slides the index finger of his other between her lips. "Mmmmm... Dirty girl." He says, pleased with her wetness. He lets go of her wrists, throwing her legs over his shoulders quickly. Then he grabs her wrists again with one hand, using the other to guide himself into her. A moan escapes her as he enters her. Fully. She arches her back, pushing her hips into him, settling him deep inside her. They both groan in pleasure as he hits his Home.

Hands pinned above her head, with his dick filling her, Luna feels like she's tripping. He's so big that she can cum by just tightening herself around him. He feels her clench and shake in pleasure before he begins to pump. Feeling her heart racing through his chest. He takes her ankles with her wrists, over her head and pounds into her hard. Rocking her like a Fucking chair.

"Unnhhhhh. Bunnny!" She breathes in heavy as his dick pounds her wet pussy.

"Like that, hunh!" He demands pounding himself into her. Panting as she pushes her hips up against him. He lets her right leg go, she pushes off the bed, relieving her shoulder as she fucks him sideways. Swirling her hips and grinding on him harder. The switch intensifies both of them. Bucking against him with half her body in the air, they're clawing at each other.

"I'm going, Bunny!" She cries out.

"NO, you ain't!!" He tells her, biting the thigh next to his face.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" She screams bucking harder against him.

"Hold it." He demands, pounding into her harder.

"My fucking vagina is going to fall off." Luna is convinced. Mind hysterical in pleasure.

He holds one ankle next to his cheek, kissing it, as her other leg is wrapped around him. She's pumping into his slamming rythym. He lets go of her other leg. She slides it around him as he slides his hands around her throat to her pleasure. She's bucking against him. Fast, hungry and hard. He slides his hands off her throat, up the sides of her face. Big hands cradling her delicate face and pleading eyes. Fucking her hard. "Do it." He tells her, pulling her body hard into him by her neck and skull. Slamming into him, she follows his direction. It's ONLY in the bedroom, does Luna do what she's told. Bucking hard, she tightens around him as he throbs and fills her.

""FUUUCKKKKKK!!!!" She cries out. Still swirling her pussy around his cock in pleasure. "Fuck shit, Bunny..." She happily purrs, shifting her shoulder under his weight. SO fucking thankful for Percocet.

"You're my dirty, little whore." Colson giggles, burying his drunk face into her right shoulder. Her legs are wrapped around him and she's trying not to laugh, not wanting to push him out. His drunk ass is dumb and cute and she can't help it.

"Oh NO!! You kicked me out!" He cries out, visibly devastated.

Laughing, she pulls him close to her. "Oh, Bunny, Come'er." She kisses him sweetly before he lays his drunken face and WHOLE body weight upon her chest and breasts. She shifts, dying, even with both 30s. Happily dying underneath him. Nevertheless.

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Season 2, Episode 5 - Child’s Play

WELLLLL. This sucks! The emotional fallout for me not the actual episode it’s actually a solid episode.

[21:21] My brain has No Way from Six in a loop in my brain! Let’s fucking watch Ninjago then.

[21:07] Oh! The Bounty has been de-Garmadonned. Neato.

[21:02] :((( poor Lloyd. He’s just a goddamn kid, he shouldn’t have to put up with all this crap.

[20:43] The ninja have just kind of adopted Lloyd and that’s how it be. Don’t remind him that it’s his DAD he’s gotta fight in the end, though. Seriously.

[20:20] What does the script call for when they’re like, making noises but not really lines? Like, does it say (fighting noises) or??

[19:52] Lloyd’s just fucking GOING about the comic he wants the next issue of. I can’t say I don’t do that either on stuff I like.

[19:38] (Jay) “I’m sorry. But you don’t have time for such childish things.” It’s really depressing how fast Lloyd is being made to grow up here. I don’t think the other ninja really want this to happen, either, but Garmadon’s a threat whether people have the maturity for it or not, so I don’t imagine anyone’s got a choice here.

[19:23] Welp, Garmadon broke into a museum.

[18:51] Good semi-adoptive sibling thing here with Nya and Lloyd! That’s sweet.

[18:27] Okay, so the Serpentine are here too, it seems.

[17:58] Fair for Scales to have that little freak out. Where the hell did Garmadone even come from, y’know?

[17:54] uh???

[17:38] Tell the Grundle it’s got too many Gottdamn Canines.

[16:32] Welp, that wording plus the premise of the episode has me thinking that this is about to go horribly wrong.

[15:35] Wait, nothing happened? Okay.

[15:07] Oh, nooope. I was really wrong on the nothing happened bit, huh.

[14:57] Well Aren’t You Fucking Babby Then.

[14:48] I GET THIS IS A LOT BUT WHY OH WHY THE *SCREAMING*

[14:37] (Zane) “Nindroids don’t dream,” ??? what the hell happened in S1.4 then??

[14:29-23] (Jay) “Yeah, but nindroids don’t turn into kids! Explain that, genius!”

(Zane) “I’ve extended my logic parameters, but nothing is coming up!” Fancy way of the writers telling us that it’s just how it is, please don’t question them

[14:21] (Zane) “This… does not compute!” And he’s broken. Nice job.

[14:07] Yeah, I do think that based on this reaction they’re like… 18-whatever the legal driving age in Ninjago is normally.

[14:00] And the police shows up.

[13:51] lOoKs LiKe We CaUgHt OuR cUlPrItS tO tHe MuSeUm HeIsT NO YOU HAVEN’T THOSE ARE ACTUAL CHILDREN YOU BLIND FUCKS OF A POLICE FORCE

[13:40] Like, I get you’re still really upset about being turned into a kid but you’ve got to realise how dumb you’re making yourself to be, Jay

[13:25] like doesn’t the group of them remind you of the adult(?) ninjas??? like, sir. sir. you’re telling me there’s enough ninja cosplay going on in this city for him to just go “welp. that’s kids for you” and arrest them

[13:05] a) the ninja were arrested, because of course they were. b) Lloyd’s reading a comic! Good for him.

[12:42] What even is this comic? Like, it’s got the lightsabers, it’s got this weird caped dude, it’s got this menacing dark figure: what’s even going on?

[12:33] Cut back to the museum. Zane, just do the thing, it’ll get you all out of there.

[12:22] And he did. So that’s nice.

[12:11] Ah shit. The Grundle still was resurrected.

[11:38] Welp, let’s sneak into that school group, then.

[11:22] Why do those kids have extra clothes in their backpack?

[11:11] This teacher’s just checked out. Doesn’t even notice that those aren’t students he knows.

[11:02] Huh. It’s horrifying.

[10:48] djjdjd he’s just having to be lifted up so he can even reach the phone

[10:19] jdjfiesodf

[9:54] Welp. The ninja at least have a meetup spot.

[9:55ish] (Kai) “Psst. Lloyd.”

(Lloyd, quite clearly not recognizing him) “Beat it brat, I’m on a mission.” djdjdd

[9:36] uhhh???

[9:19] Lloyd. Lloyd, you need to drop that laugh.

[8:55] Oi. Lloyd. Eyes off the comic, that’s not going to be useful.

[8:40] Miku???

[8:08] Why don’t we go to Nya and Wu about this? Couldn’t THEY help?

[7:52] I just realised the carpet pattern. I realised it was fucking awful.

[6:57] Vampiric dinosaur. Not the worst concept I’ve ever heard of relating to dinos. That reward goes to Hot Pterodactyl Boyfriend.

[6:50] Those have got to be off brand Lightsabers.

[6:37] Welp, I’m going to count down till the cover’s blown.

[6:33] No, no, I don’t have to worry. Maaaybe.

[6:26] Welp! Lloyd’s the one who likes that comic, please save everyone’s asses

[6:23] star wars???????

[6:19] who are you even parodying at this point writers

[6:12] Cut to Nya and Wu. Nya’s a bit annoyed at the whole “The ninja are gone and so’s Lloyd” thing.

[6:03] And now Lloyd’s called the Bounty to fill the others in.

[5:52] Let’s! Go! Tea! Shopping!

[5:45] Wait. Waaait. She’s the Mistaké I’ve been hearing about? Did I use the right accent e?

[5:34] Tomorrow's Tea. Or as I like to call it, Maturitea.

[5:14] Back at the comic store! Lloyd better get those totally not lightsabers.

[5:01] and Lloyd’s won! noice

[4:45] Wait, no, it’s just the start of the round. And Jay’s found himself some cotton candy or whatever it’s supposed to be called, who the hell knows because I don’t.

[4:30] Honestly, I wasn’t paying attention to the comic earlier. I can’t say I know.

[4:28] Shiiit. He hasn’t read it yet.

[4:22] Weeelp :(

[4:14] ~In comes the Grundle, that fucking monster thiiing~

[4:02] RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, KIDS

[3:47] i’m sorry i can’t take this seriously with your voices i’m sorrrry

[3:42] Welp! it broke in!

[3:29] And they’re taking the suits in the display case!

[3:27] And the totally not lightsabers? Wait

[3:23] djdjjddj

[3:08] And they’ve been smacked across the room because THEY’RE ACTUAL KIDS THIS ISN’T GOOD

[2:57] And Lloyd’s here to get them the hell out of there!

[2:49] light!!!!! LIGHT?????

[2:41ish] Nya kicks the door open and enters! Can we get a hell yeah!

[2:28] Okay, the Maturitea will unfuck this. Okay.

[2:15]. *OH.* OH NO. SHIIIT LLOYD’S GONNA GET AGED UP.

(Lloyd) “Just do it!”

[1:55] Shit. He’s gonna do it.

[1:41] Goodnight, sweet Grundle.

[1:37] I’m not looking forward to seeing Lloyd aged up. He just got several years of his life robbed off him.

[1:19] Ooooh. Oooooh nooo.

[0:55] This really hit me hard and I don’t know why??? What the ufck

#ninjago #jaime watches ninjago season 2 #child's play #(me seeing adult lloyd for the first time) thanks! i hate it!#god now i'm understanding the outlash the fandom had to anime lloyd #if this is unsettling that's got to be ten times worse to fans who've actually seen the entire show so far

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Power Rangers Morphinverse Thunder Chapter 1

Power Rangers Thunder The Mutiny part 1 Written by Justin Best It was the day of the annual Angel Grove charity road rally. The Rangers were on their ATV getting ready to join up. Jason said, “Man isn’t this great or what?”. Zack agreed, “I know man a great time for a great cause”. Then the other Rangers pulled up. Billy said, “The weather looks nice for today’s automotive experience”. Kim agreed, “Yeah nothing could ruin this day”. Tommy added “Especially now that Rita, and Zedd are gone. Trini asked, “So Tommy my uncle Tao told us he’s thinking of moving him, and you back to Crossworld City is that true?”. Tommy replied “Yeah on one hand I can’t wait to see my old friends back home but at the same time I like it here with you guys, and I don’t want to be gone if Rita, and Zedd come back or someone new shows up”. Jason said, “Hey man no matter what happens we’ll be okay”. Just then five more ATVs showed up, and the rider took off their helmets. Two of the riders were Bulk, and Skull while the other three were a young man, and two young women. Bulk bragged “Hey Dweebazoids take a good look at the team that is going to win this year’s road rally. Me, Skull Randy Chloe, and Laurie are going to take home the trophy, and you guys are going to eat dirt”. Billy replied, “Come on you guys this supposed to be for charity”, Zack agreed, “Besides you guys couldn’t win a race to the grocery store”. Randy retorted “You guys are the charity cases around here”. Chloe agreed “Yeah we’re going to cream you guys at this race.” Then Bulk, and the other put their helmets back on as Bulk bragged “See you later losers”, and they laughed as they drove off. Tommy said, “Man so much for having a good time”. Kim assured “Don’t worry about them lets just enjoy the race”. Trini agreed “Yeah it’s not like anything else can go wrong. Meanwhile on the moon a red light teleported into the moon palace and materialized as Lord Zedd’s physical form. Lord Zedd then said “So those pesky Rangers are having a race. Well why don’t I plant a spike in their tires. But first things first”. Lord Zedd pointed his finger in the sky and fired a laser. Out in space Rita was singing “100 bottles of slime on the wall 100 bottles of slime” when the laser hit their space prison causing it to fly back towards the moon at seemingly impossible speed. Rita cried “What the zynthor is going on?” Squatt replied “I hope we didn’t hit a black hole or something”. Goldar then said “Lord Zedd must still be alive and is taking as back to the palace with his magic”. “Then the space prison landed in the balcony of the palace, and Zedd fired another laser which opened the prison, and released Rita and her minions. Lord Zedd then looked at his minions and yelled “You incompetent morons I gave you one simple mission to destroy Earth, and the Power Rangers you even had the power of Cyclopsis on your side, and you still lost”. Zedd looked at Rita and said, “Especially you Rita you had the Green Ranger, and our son, and you lost both of them”. “Please forgive us all heinous one” Rita pleaded. Zedd replied “No I’m done giving you chances”. Then Zedd zapped Rita with a laser, and teleported her back into the space prison, and shot it again to send it back into space as Rita screamed “No please Zeddy give me another chance noooo” as the prison flew off into the deepest regions of space. Zedd’s minions cowered except for Goldar who just bragged “I knew her plans wouldn’t work oh hideous one.” Zedd scoffed “Ahh Goldar selling out other to save your own skin I knew you were as smart as you are strong. Now we must enact my plan that is sure to destroy Zordon, and his goody goody Ranger once and for all”. “What is it oh evil one?” Babboo asked. Zedd gloated “All in bad time my mutant miscreants but first I’ll create some putties, and a monster to distract the Rangers at their little race”. Finster picked up when he heard this “splendid idea my lord I’ll get to work right away”. Zedd bragged “No need for that Finster I brought some of my own”. Then Zedd fired white lightning from his hands that materialized as a small squadron of black humanoid figures that had white faces with red lips, white hands, and white upside down triangle like markings with red neck ties. Lord Zedd gloated “Behold my Z putties made from super putty that has absorbed large quantities of dark magic. they’ll be sure to give the Ranger quite the rude awakening. Now go my fiendish creations and crush those troublesome teenagers.” Then the Z putties teleported away in red energy. At the command center the alarms went off. Alpha cried out “Aye ye ye what’s going on now?”. Zordon answered “There seems to be a new surge of dark magic from the moon”. Alpha replied “But how? Rita’s imprisoned, and Zedd was destroyed”. Zordon answered “Perhaps he survived somehow in which case we should alert the Rangers to the new threat”. At the race the Rangers were driving their ATVs when they heard their communicators go off. They drove to where they knew no one was looking, and Jason answered “Zordon we read you”. Zordon explained “Rangers Alpha and I detected a strong surge of dark magic. Rita, and or Zedd may have returned be on guard”. Just then the Z Putties teleported in front of the Rangers. “I think we found them Zordon” Zack said. “These clay brains look even creepier than usual” Kim cried out. Zordon warned “Watch out Rangers these may be a new breed of Super Putty created by Zedd to be even more powerful than the previous Super Putties”. The Rangers then punched and kicked the Z Putties, but the Z Putties kept punching, and kicking back. Zack cried out “Man they even hit harder too”. Tommy assured him “Come on you guys we can do it if we work together”. Then Tommy knocked a few of the Z Putties with a flying kick. Trini, and Kimberly did some back flips into some more Z Putties. Zack, and Billy were punching, and kicking some Z putties when the Z Putties charged at them, and Billy, and Zack tricked them into knocking into each other. Then the Rangers circled the remaining Z putties and Jason cried out “Lets do this, guys”. and all at once the Rangers kicked the remaining Z Putties into each other knocking them out. The Z Putties then disappeared in red energy. Zack said, “Man those guys were tougher than usual”. Jason replied, “I’ve got a feeling this is just starting”. At the moon palace Zedd yelled “So those Pathetic Rangers defeated my putties but I’m just warming up”. Zedd then looked at where the road rally was still going on and saw the trophy for the race. Zedd said “Perfect I’ll destroy the Rangers with the very prize they were hoping to win. Pipebrain arise”. Zedd shot out some more white lighting which hit the trophy at the road race when no one was looking and teleported away leaving some green slime. Principle Caplan looked at it and grumbled “Is this one of Bulk and Skull’s pranks?”. The trophy then reappeared in Angel Grove as a humanoind gold monster made of various pipes, and tentacles with a mouth full of sharp teeth on one tentacle and a single human like eye in the middle of his head. The monster was playing with a yoyo when he said “I’m ready serve you oh great Zedd”. Zedd then ordered “Pipebrain I want you to capture all the children in Angel Grove that way when those pesky do gooders try to stop us you’ll crush them”. Pipebrain said “With pleasure oh evil one” and extended out the various tentacles on his body. Throughout the city little kids were playing when Pipebrain’s tentacles emerged from the ground, and pulled them in. At the Command Center the alarms started going off again. The viewing globe showed Pipebrain abducting children all over Angel Grove. Alpha cried out “Aye ye ye Zedd’s created another monster”. Zordon responded “Hurry alert the Rangers at once”. The communicators went off again, and Jason asked, “What is it Zordon?”. Zordon answered, “Rangers Lord Zedd has created a monster from the road rally trophy that is going around Angel Grove abducting children you must stop it at once”. Jason cried out “It’s Morphin time”. Then the Rangers cried out “Dragon”, “Mastodon”, “Pterodactyl”, “Triceratops”, “Saber tooth tiger” and “Tyrannosaurus”, and teleported to where Pipebrain was. Zack mocked “Okay you overgrown paper weight let those kids go or we’ll drop you in the recycle bin”. Pipebrain mocked back “I like to see you try Rangers” then launched his tentacles at the Rangers which picked them up and threw them around. Billy said, “Maybe our blade blasters would work”. Tommy agreed “It’s worth a shot”, and the Rangers fired their blade blasters at Pipebrain. The Rangers and Pipebrain started punching and kicking each other. Then Pipebrain fired lasers from the mouth on his tentacle so the Rangers summoned their power weapons, and slashed and stabbed at Pipebrain. At the moon palace Lord Zedd was watching the battle and said “So the Rangers think they can defeat Pipebrain that easily, we’ll I’ll just have to give him an unfair advantage”. Lord Zedd then materialized a silver orb with a smaller orb attached in his hand and threw it at Earth. Pipebrain grabbed the orb and said, “All right Rangers now for the final lap” and threw the orb on the ground creating an explosion that caused Pipebrain to grow into a giant. Pipebrain proceeded to rampage across Angel Grove. The Ranger then called out “We need Dinozord power now” and Tommy played the flute on his dragon dagger. One by one the Rangers’ zords appeared, and the Rangers jumped into their cockpits. Jason said, “All right you guys let’s put a dent in this creep” and the other Rangers replied “Right”. The Tyrannosaur, Pterodactyl, Triceratops, and Saber Tooth Tiger zords fired lasers at Pipebrain but Pipebrain just laughed and said “That tickles. It’s that the best you got Rangers”. The Dragonzord then fired a volley of missiles at Pipebrain but once again they didn’t seem to even phase him. Jason called out “We need Megazord power now”. The Dinozords then combined to form the Megazord which proceeded to fire lasers at Pipebrain but to no effect. Zack cried out “Man nothing’s even phasing this guy”. The Rangers all called out “We need Ultrazord power now”. Titanus the carrierzord appeared and merged with the Megazord, and the Dragonzord to become the Ultrazord. The Rangers then cried out “All weapons fire”, and the Ultrazord fired on Pipebrain but once again nothing seemed to happen. Pipebrain laughed and said, “Here Rangers let me show you how it’s done” and fired a volley of lasers at the Utlrazord that caused it to explode sending the Rangers plummeting down to the ground. Billy cried out “Oh no the Zords” as the Ultrazord separated back into the various zord components and exploded right before the Rangers eyes. At the Moon Palace Zedd and his minions where laughing and gloating. Squatt cheered “Yeah Lord Zedd we finally got rid of the Ranger”. Zedd smirked and said, “Oh the worst is yet to come watch this”. Then one by one the Zords seemed to disappear into red energy. Lord Zedd said “Now that I took care of the Zords it’s time to take care of the Rangers themselves”. Goldar asked “How are you going to that my lord”. Lord Zedd replied “Easy with these” then Lord Zedd fired lasers from his hand that materialized as six candle holders that were holding red green black blue yellow and pink candles. “And this” Zedd continued as he materialized a light green crystal in his hands. Zedd then yelled “Behold the dark power crystal. When these six candles drain the Rangers powers they will go into this crystal and be mine forever”. Then Zedd ordered “Now Goldar go to Earth and take the Rangers to my dark dimension so that we can begin the next phase of my horribly wonderful evil plan” Goldar replied “Yes oh wicked one it shall be done at once” as he disappeared in orange flames. Goldar appeared in Angel Grove and Kim taunted “What do want now fur face?”. Tommy agreed “Yeah what did you do to out Zords?”. Goldar mocked “Nothing as bad as what master Zedd is going to do to you” and proceed to fire energy bolts at the Rangers that caused them to teleport. The Rangers appeared in Zedd’s dimensional prison inside cage. Trini asked “What’s Zedd up to now?”. Zack replied, “Nothing good I bet”. Then Goldar appeared and said “Welcome Rangers Zedd’s got a nasty surprise for you” as the six candles appeared in the dark dimension. Tommy yelled out “Oh no the green candle”. Jason added “And he’s got some more for the rest of us”. Goldar gloated “Yes Rangers soon these candles will drain your powers and they will belong to Lord Zedd. The Rangers looked down and realized their power coins were missing. “Looking for these?” Goldar gloated. Kim cried out “Oh no our power coins”. Then Goldar placed each of the Rangers coins on the candles and said “Now oh horrible one you need only cast the spell and I will light the candles” Lord Zedd then bellowed out "Mashak Rasha Shamba candles drain the Ranger’s powers”. Then Goldar took the coins and crushed them with his bare hands bragging “You won’t need these anymore Rangers”. Then he lit the candles which started draining the Rangers’ powers as he laughed maniacally. At the Command Center Zordon and Alpha were watching the Rangers on the viewing globe. Alpha cried out “Aye ye ye Zordon Lord Zedd has the Rangers in his dark dimension and is draining their powers”. Zordon assured Alpha “Don’t worry Alpha we just have to get a lock on the Rangers and teleport them back to the Command Center then we can”. But before Zordon could finish the lights in the Command Center flickered off and back on as white electronic forcefield surrounded the Command Center. At Zedd’s palace Zedd gloated “Zordon you pathetic old fool do you think I didn’t think you would try to interfere with my diabolical plan think again”. Zedd continued “Now while the candles are draining the Rangers’ powers and that fool Zordon and his bucket of bolts are trapped it’s time for the next step of my plan”. Scorpina asked “What is it your vileness?”. Zedd replied “Simple I just need to find five teenagers every bit as mean and nasty as Zordon’s little sickingly sweet pipsqueaks are nice and cuddly”. Finster asked “But where will you find such teenagers my lord?” Meanwhile back at the road rally Bulk and his friends were lost. Bulk yelled out “Wait stop”. When all five of them had stopped he yelled “We’ve been driving around the same spot for an hour now which one of you lame brains got us lost?” Skull said “It wasn’t me it must have been Randy” Randy yelled back “Yeah right numbskull it was you. You couldn’t find sand at the beach”. Cindy said, “Are you sure it wasn’t Laurie she was the one who said this was the way”. Laurie retorted “Look who’s talking Ms. Slowpoke”. Then five of them started yelling at each other indistinctly. Lord Zedd was watching them and said, “Look at them arrogant self-centered disrespectful they’re perfect”. Then one by one Bulk and his friends were teleported away from the road rally and appeared in Zedd’s palace. Bulk cried out “What in the world just happened?” Randy yelled “Yeah man, where are we?”. Cindy agreed “If we don’t get answers someone’s getting creamed” They then looked around and saw Zedd and his minions them proceed to huddle up and scream. Zedd laughed and said, “Perfect that’s just what I want from my warriors”. Skull asked, “Warriors who’s warriors?”. Laurie agreed “Yeah we like a good fight but what makes you think we’ll work for you?”. Lord Zedd replied “Oh I have my ways” then shot them with purple lightning that caused their eyes to glow purple as they said monotonously “Hail Lord Zedd”. Lord Zedd gloated “Ahh that’s what I want to hear”. Then he turned to Finster Squatt and Baboo and ordered “I want you three to work on repairing and reprogramming the remains of the Rangers’ Zords into my new Dark Zords for my new Rangers”. Finster replied “Understood oh wicked one” and the three of them walked off. Zedd then ordered “Now Goldar speed up the process of the candles”. Goldar replied “As you wish master” and pushed the candles on the ground causing a fire that was speeding up the melting of the candles until they were completely gone and the Rangers demorphed. At Zedd’s palace one by one six beams of light in red green black blue yellow and pink entered Zedd’s dark power crystal. Zedd laughed maniacally with glee. “Yes yes” he cried out “I will finally have my revenge on Zordon and crush that pathetic planet. Zedd then ordered “Goldar take the Rangers to the outside of my palace I want them to see what I have in store personally”. Goldar replied, “It shall be done my lord” and teleported himself and the Rangers out of the dark dimension. The Rangers then found themselves in the desert on the moon trapped in an electron forcefield. Jason asked, “Oh man where are we now?”. Tommy pointed at the moon palace and replied, “I think I know where”. Kim said “Great Zedd’s palace”. Zedd appeared and said “Ah welcome Rangers I’m glad you could come. You probably want to know what I did to you powers and Zords. Well to answer the first one”. Zedd then teleported Bulk and his friends to his location. Jason asked, “Bulk what are you guys doing here?”. Zedd answered “I’m glad you asked Red Ranger I’ve turd these puny punks into a better stronger and darker version of what you five once where. Zordon picked five teenagers who embodied humanities greatest virtues to become Power Rangers and defend the Earth”. Zedd continued “So I found five teenagers of my own who embodied humanities greatest faults and transformed them into my own personal team of Dark Rangers completely under my control to destroy it as my ultimate revenge on Zordon” One by one Bulk and the others each received a pair of black wrist mounted devices. Zedd called out “Now my Dark Rangers show these powerless pests what true power is.” Bulk and the others then raised their arms and pulled out the keys on one device and inserted them in the other. Randy called out “Lion”, Cindy called out “Phoenix”, Skull called out “Unicorn”, Laurie called out “Griffin”, and finally Bulk called out “Dragon”. Then they were surrounded in green pink blue yellow and red flames that each formed a Ranger suit around them, Zack cried out “Oh no”. Zedd boasted “Yes behold the Dark Rangers powered by your powers and the dark power crystal they are the ultimate warriors of darkness and evil. And they will destroy your pitiful planet starting with you”. Then Zedd and his minions laughed maniacally while the former Ranger could only watch in despair”. To be continued

#power rangers #dairanger #mighty morphin power rangers #fanfiction

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Ruby Red and Caramel Ch 9: Juice Pack

Chapter Summary: Momo pretends to be a hero.

Relationship(s): Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo; mentioned Kaminari Denki/Ojiro Mashirao; implied Todoroki Shouto/Uraraka Ochako; still with traces of Awase Yosetsu/Yaoyorozu Momo; Todoroki Enji & Todoroki Shouto; Bakugou Katsuki & Best Jeanist

Rating: T (violence!)

Warnings/Notes: this is late and full of action sequences! pls forgive me

She doesn’t listen to the horrified screams around her, or the crumbling of concrete under her feet. She doesn’t listen to the thrum of pure adrenaline through her blood. She doesn’t listen to the small, rational voice in her head that tells her to be absolutely terrified about what’s happening.

There is no time for hesitation.

Before she truly understands what she’s doing, she steps back and blocks the creature’s attack with a ballistic shield she creates out of the flesh of her arms. Through torn sleeves, she grits her teeth and pushes the creature back and away from Katsuki, Kyoka, and Kirishima, who are frozen where they stand.

“Kirishima!” she yells. In the next second, the redhead snaps out of it and hardens himself. One of the monster’s limbs armed with a rammer soars down, hitting Kirishima’s hardened body before it crushes him down to the concrete.

The sound of metal against flesh rings loud and painful in the air. Kirishima cries in pain and parts of his hardened skin starts to bleed. Still, he grits his teeth and holds against the strike. This gives Momo a small window to create another object over the skin of her belly. She flings the bottle and shuts her eyes, screams for everyone to stand down.

The Molotov hits the monster straight in the face, giving it hardly a moment before being blinded by fire and noise.

“Holy shit!” Katsuki shouts within the screams and flare--despite the situation, he looks at her with mouth agape in awe and admiration.

The monster flinches and screeches, but even as parts of its skin burn, its strikes are relentless against her shield and Kirishima. In fact, the assault seems to have made it angrier and stronger, and with each strike Momo feels her arms weakening, only able to hold on when Kyoka steps next to her to keep her hand on the handle steady.

“What-- ow --does it want from us?!” Kirishima says from a steady series of hits from a hammer-clad limb. Momo moves her hand to create another bomb from her body, but stops when she feels a burning-hot calloused hand over hers.

Katsuki grits his teeth, eyes on the monster in front of him. “Fuck if we know, but I ain’t sittin’ pretty here until we find out!”

Before any of them can stop him, he’s already flying mid-air with residue of his blasts trailing behind him, hands glowing with potent explosives aimed right at the monster’s face. They gasp when the monster stops its assault on their shields and turns to Katsuki, arms raised as if to snatch him from mid-air.

It’s only a few moments, but that’s all that Momo’s brain needs to make alarming conclusions--that the monster is sent here with a target, and its target is Katsuki. And Katsuki is gravitating towards its open arms, about to be captured, unless Momo does something in the next second--

“No!”

A weapon that she barely thinks about materializes in her hands. Without thinking any further, she leaps on the outer surface of the shield, away from Kyoka’s attempt to hold her back. The weapon in her hand--a 14 foot quiang made of iron, coated in tungsten--zooms from her hand to the creature’s flank.

The spear impales on hardened skin for a few centimeters before it snaps neatly into two. At the same time, its head is buried in explosions from Katsuki’s hands, the noise of it barely masking the pterodactyl screams of pain escaping its mouth. Its vision compromised by light and pain, it misses grabbing its target, allowing him to land unsteadily on the pavement.

“Momo, get the fuck out of here!” he shouts through a grimace of pain, eyes glinting dangerously as the beast thrashes about and just misses hitting him with a chainsaw. “It’s after you!”

“No, you run! It’s after you! ” Momo shouts. Hearing her voice, the monster turns its blind swings at her head. She dodges and sees cut strands of her hair fly in front of her.

“Jesus, Ponytail, this ain’t the time to be stubborn! Do you wanna get fuckin’ killed?!” At the sound of his voice and the explosives in his hands, the monster also swings at his direction again. Katsuki sends a blast against its arm, which only holds it back for a stuttered moment.

“Katsuki, please don’t argue, just leave!”

“As if! You leave, I’ll fuckin’ kill this thing on my own!”

“Stop arguing, it’s obviously after the two of you!” Kyoka screams in frustration. The monster hears her and jumps in her direction. Katsuki and Momo assault it with bombs and explosives, managing to distract it to come after them instead.

“I might be wrong, but it might be after all of us!” Kirishima yells. His skin softens, showing bruised and bleeding skin. The way he staggers, punch-drunk and in obvious pain, makes Momo alarmed. When a mallet swings in his direction, he still manages to harden his arm and shoulder and parries against it quite effectively. “So I dunno, mmmaybe we should get the hell out of here while we still can?!”

Katsuki glares at him, but much to his frustration, Kirishima has a point. His hands glow, and Momo watches in dismay as he ignores everything they say anyway, positions himself to attack the monster head on. “Jirou, are there more of these fuckers around!?”

The monster shrieks against a blast aimed at its chest. Momo throws half of her spear against an arm aimed at his head, giving the explosive blonde enough time to roll out of its way. She glares at Katsuki, who glares right back at her for standing her ground.

Kyoka whimpers. “Y… yeah--”

“How many?”

Momo notices the police officers from before, fighting their own monster. The younger one with the tail is barely able to hold on fighting it using martial arts, while the older one shoots with a rifle that only slows the monster down very minimally. At the very least, they distract it enough for the evacuating civilians around them to make a run for it.

Still, if there’s another one of these strong beasts hiding in the shadows, people just might die around them--

Pale and shaking, Kyoka whispers, “Ten… no, twelve… fifteen--”

As if on cue, the ground shakes beneath them once more, one strong enough to almost throw the four of them off their feet. When it’s done, another gaping maw forms from the concrete, giving way for more of those dark-skinned creatures to crawl out. Their dull eyes look around, see the entrance of the hospital, and walk there, barely cognizant of the cacophony and chaos around them.

“Oh my god...” The hospital. They’re going to destroy the hospital. All the workers, the staff, the sick, the infirm...

“Mina--” Kirishima chokes, and before any of them can stop him, he’s dashing towards the direction of the entrance. The chainsaw monster preoccupied with their group sees him and the glint of his blood on the pavement and moves to attack him.

“Kirishima! Fuck--” Katsuki yells, hands exploding too far away from the monster to stop him. A grenade is forming on Momo’s hand too, and even as it hangs mid-air she knows that it’ll be too late, the monster’s going to get Kirishima before either of them are able to stop it--

A spark of electricity sparks through the monster once. It freezes and shrieks and seizes when it’s covered in bright yellow bolts moments later. When the shock stops, it falls to its knees, gasping and lost, dead eyes going in all directions.

The four of them turn to the source of the electricity. A certain blonde man has his hands poised like a gun, and he seems to be struggling to keep his dulling eyes bright as he gives them a victorious grin. “Whey!!! I mean, yo! You guys need help?”

“Kaminari!” Kyoka cries in shock. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

Kaminari Denki shakes himself to his senses and ducks next to Kyoka as the monster shrieks itself back to life. “Oh you know, patrolling with my boss and then kinda getting lost when all the monsters came out and now I kinda need to find her before things get a little more fucked up, and...”

“What?! I’m your fucking boss, pikashit!” Katsuki yells, sending another blast towards the monster before it makes a full recovery.

“You ain’t my only boss! I’m a part-timer, remember?!” Kaminari yells back, before yelling “Watch out!” and forcing Kyoka down as the force of the blast comes down on them. Momo feels the force and takes the opportunity to hold Kirishima down before he tries to run over the unsafe battle grounds again.

“K-Kaminari-san, do you mean to say that you’re working for a pro-hero?” Momo struggles out, as she forms another shield for her and Kirishima. It’s getting harder and harder to focus, as more and more fights between monsters and hapless civilians go around them. If the pros are on the way here, they might have a fighting chance.

“Yeah, Dr. Momo!” the blonde says brightly in spite of the situation. “You might have heard of us? The underground hero Emily and her crew, the Polterguys?”

“That wasn’t in your fuckin’ resume!” Katsuki growls, rolling out of the way of another attempt at a grab. Momo assaults the monster with more Molotovs, but it seems to be recovering from the blasts faster and faster as the attacks keep coming. “And fuck if I see any shitty pro-hero fightin’ here! Where the hell are they? People are gonna fuckin’ die if--”

Momo screams as a limb almost hits Katsuki again. The monster’s fist crushes the concrete next to him like it was made of peanut brittle. The blonde coughs as he rolls out of a dust cloud and shields himself behind a tower of debris.

“That’s right--Kaminari, where are they?! Shouldn’t they be here by now?!” Jirou asks, her ear-jacks stabbing the concrete underneath them.

“Reiko-chan--I mean, Emily picked up the distress signal after the first explosion was reported! I’m guessing the pros and police in the Hosu, Naruhata, and Kiyashi areas got ‘em too, but there’s Nomu’s sprouting up everywhere else, and we barely have enough manpower rounding up civilians, much less fighting back--”

“Nomus?! These are fuckin’ Nomus?!” Katsuki grits out, as the monster blindly stumbles through the dust clouds in search of his targets.

Momo struggles to remember what little information the police have on Nomus--mutated reanimated creatures created by the League of Villains, with multiple quirks and a resistance against damage that surpasses the sturdiest pro-heroes. The few, but increasing sightings on them so far led experts to conclude that they are not intelligent enough to do anything but wreak havoc, but that their actions seem to be goal-directed at the very least.

“Yeah,” Kaminari says, sending another surge of energy towards the chainsaw Nomu, which stuns it for a good second. “This guy with us looks weaker than the other ones we’ve seen so far, so we just gotta keep fighting this one, just a little more...”

“Right,” Kyoka says weakly, “But… you said there’s lots of them coming here…”

Coming for them, Momo thinks, as she wills a rifle to form from the flesh of her back. She keeps one hand on Kirishima’s collar, even though she knows that he’s too stunned to move then.

Kaminari nods. “About a hundred, we think.”

Momo’s jaw drops. Next to her, Kirishima pales and looks despairingly at the entrance, where monsters of various mutations are in the process of smashing through an improvised barricade made of debris and vines. Shiozaki-san must have been responsible for that.

“Kirishima,” she mumbles to the redhead next to her, bleeding and terrified, “Look at me, okay? Ashido-san’s strong, she can stand against the monsters--and she isn’t alone, Shiozaki-san’s doing a good job of holding the fort, and I know Todoroki-san is there too, with his fire and ice… Kendo-san and Tetsutetsu-san are there to help, and you know how strong they are, right?”

He looks at her as if forcing himself to believe in the inane things that she’s saying. “Y… yeah, they can… they can protect everyone there…”

“Yes, they can. And we can protect everyone else here.”

Kirishima stammers as she pulls out the M16 from her back and aims it at the monster, who is staggering towards where Kyoka and Kaminari are huddled. A little more , Kaminari-san says they only need to push a little more. She shuts one eye and peers behind the scope, taking a deep breath.

“Duck!” she screams.

The monster shrieks, and so does everyone else in the vicinity. Momo doesn’t flinch, even as the monster sees her and stumbles in her direction, even as the recoil threatens to throw her off her feet. She doesn’t stop shooting, doesn’t keep her eyes off the Nomu, as terrifying as it is to stare at its flesh ripping apart and regenerating limitlessly.

A little more, she thinks. We have to kill this thing, just a little more--

The Nomu is closing in on her, the rifle getting lighter as the bullets run out--

The empty click of her next shot rings far too loudly within the noise. The monster is weakened, but is still standing strong at an arm’s length away from her. She sees a desperate Katsuki leap from his hiding spot, throwing explosives at the undistracted Nomu’s back but too far away from where they are. As the monster descends, all she can do is close her eyes as an arm moves to swipe at her neck.

“DETROIT SMASH!”

A strong gust of wind hits her instead of a solid arm, throwing her off her feet and making her stumble into Kirishima’s arms. She hears him gasp as rapid, machine gun sounds flood the air in front of them.

When she manages to open her eyes, she doesn’t understand what she’s seeing at first. The monster is surrounded by a blur in red, white, blue, and gold, swirling around it and through it, its body jerking in many consecutive directions with each strike. In a matter of seconds, the beast falls, its body battered and destroyed, steaming from the heat of all the punches delivered. The blur of striking colors stops and takes on the form of a blonde man with striking blue eyes, built and strong and barely scratched after its assault.

“That’s...” Momo whispers in awe, as the man looks ahead at all the chaos.

“I am HERE!” The underground hero Lemillion shouts, strong arms out to the side, a big smile as blinding as the sun. The sound of his declaration seems to bring everyone to a standstill around them, before a great noise erupts all around.

Out of nowhere, various costumed pro heroes in varying degrees of disarray make it to the entrance of the hospital to fight against the Nomu. The colours of spandex, as nauseating as they are, are a vision that fills everyone with hope. Momo could almost collapse with relief.

Lemillion turns to them and gives them a thumbs up. “You guys did great holding the fort! But the fight’s not over yet! You guys should prioritize evacuating now that the pros are here!”

They make noises of affirmation as Lemillion leaps off to fight another nearby Nomu. “We should get going,” Kyoka says urgently, earjacks pointing to an alley close to them. “I can use my ears to avoid the Nomus.”

“You should go ahead,” Kaminari says, only glancing at them briefly as he makes his way to the fray. “I gotta find Reiko-chan, and… save Ojiro--”

“What the fuck, Kaminari, don’t be stupid!” Kyoka screams. “You might die out there, you know! You can’t jump in there, just because your boyfriend is--”

“He’s right there, Jirou!” he says in desperation, looking to where the policeman with the tail is struggling with a Nomu while two pros try to help him out. No-one has the heart to tell him off with the look in his eyes. “I… I’m a sidekick too, you know, even if it’s just part-time! Someone has to help!”

He’s off before anyone can stop him. Katsuki curses him as he does, but as the earth shakes around them with all the fights going on, they know the place is getting more and more unsafe and they can’t just stand there and wait for the ground to collapse around them.

But Momo feels a little too sick to move. Maybe it’s from the colors flying all around, or all the energy she spent creating those bombs and shields. Or the fact that she nearly just died at the hands of the Nomu while pretending to be a hero. When she wobbles with her movement, Kirishima holds her steady. She sees Katsuki zooming towards her, crimson eyes close to hers in the next moment, shining with worry.

“Momo, you did good,” he says gruffly and tenderly, putting strong, protective arms around her. “Just a little more, okay? Gotta get to a safe place.”

She nods, not trusting her mouth to make anything other than sounds of weakness. She feels herself lifted off her feet by the two men next to her and begin to move, sees all the blinding colors swirling around her, the screams, the flashes of light, the heat--

“Look! Up in the sky!” Someone screams from somewhere far away, and Momo feels Katsuki and Kirishima halt next to her.

At first, it feels like they’re watching a star explode. There’s fire, green and blue at the center and a blinding orange at the edges, stretching twenty meters in all four directions across the sky above them, high above the Hosu skyline. Squinting, Momo is barely able to make out two figures at the center where the heat is most intense--a familiar figure in blue and orange, flames sprouting from his face, fighting a sneering creature black from head to toe.

“Endeavor! The number one is here!” People start cheering all around them. “We’re saved!”

“Damn, that flame is something else,” Kirishima whispers in wonder. Kyoka glances at them and gestures for them to keep moving against the maddening crowd around them.

Momo can’t keep her eyes away from the star in the sky, though. She sees the blue and green flicker around Endeavor, sees him take one hit after another. Something glints in the mass of black, something white and sharp and fast that darts towards Endeavor’s head.

“NO!”

It happens very quickly: one moment the sky is filled with fire, and next it isn’t. The silence is deafening as the man drops like a dying comet from the sky, crashing against the side of a sixty-storey office building.

“No…!!!”

Everyone--heroes, civilians--hold a collective breath when the fire stutters from the crash site, and stops. The monster with various blades sticking out of its skin, sticks to the side of the building, climbing its side like a mountain.

“Endeavor-san!!!” A flurry of wings breaks the unbearable silence. A blur of red, who must be the number 2 hero Hawks, followed closely by the unmistakable red, white and blue of Lemillion leave the ground and go straight for the monster. Soon the fight reaches the ground, away from the steaming mass of melted steel and glass of where Endeavor lay without any signs of movement.

“Momo,” Katsuki whispers beside her, eyes dark and tense. “Did you see what I see?”

She bites her lip to the point of bleeding. “Endeavor is…”

Did she see it right? The blood-stained blade from the monster’s flesh? The spurt of blood within the flame? The way Endeavor’s hand flies to the side of his neck, the instant snuffing of the flame around him?

The lifeless way he crashes against the glass?

“Guys, we should move,” Kyoka begs as chaos erupts around them. “I can’t hear anything anymore, there’s too much going on...”

Kirishima nudges Momo, his face paler than ever. “C’mon, Jirou says we gotta go--”

Ignoring the two of them, Katsuki presses on. “I’m not sure, but it looks like a clean shot to his carotid. The left one.” His hand on her tightens, strong and burning, tense in a way that makes her believe he’s making choices in his head. He doesn’t take his eyes off hers.

Momo nods. “If… if you’re right… he won’t have a lot of time,” she tells him, voice shaking.

“Bakugou!” Kyoka’s voice comes out as a half-scream, half-sob. Around them, people are shoving each other, screaming helplessly within the mess. “Please, if we don’t leave now--”

Katsuki shouts over Kyoka’s pleas, fright in his eyes shifting into a piercing determination. “He doesn’t have a lot of time. No-one here can help him. But if the two of us went to him, we can--”

“What are you talking about?!” Kirishima protests loudly in her other ear. “There are pros, Bakugou, they can help Endeavor out, we shouldn’t meddle and make things worse!”

“The pros can’t do shit, Kirishima! Do you see any of them try to go up there while fuckin’ Hawks and Lemillion are keeping that strong-as-fuck Nomu away from everyone else?!” He growls through gritted teeth. True enough, the pros are either too preoccupied fighting the Nomus littering the streets, or evacuating the panicking hordes, or panicking themselves. “I’m not going to sit around, waiting until they figure shit out, not when the number one pro hero is up there fucking dying !”

Kirishima and Kyoka freeze at the last word that hangs in the air. Dying-- people all around them are at the risk of dying, and the one closest to that is the number one hero. The new symbol of hope, the strongest man in the country. Hasn’t this happened before years and years ago? The reality of it sets in and sinks in their guts like lead, making the world spin around them.

Within that, Momo hears all of the unsaid words in Katsuki’s rant: Not again. Never again. Not while I’m here.

It’s so that her next decision comes to her easily, clearly. There is no doubt in her mind when she nods at Katsuki and answers, “I’m with you.”

They turn to her in silence--Kirishima and Kyoka stunned, speechless. Katsuki, with burning determination. He nods and takes her hand, extracts her from Kirishima’s grip and without another word runs in the opposite direction of where Kyoka is leading them to safety.

“Bakugou--”

“Ears, get going! Shitty hair, follow her and make sure neither of you fuckin’ die!!”

They don’t call for them a second time. Kyoka curses; Kirishima shouts “Don’t die on us either, Baku-bro! Dr. Momo!” before taking the smaller girl by the arm and leading her to safety.

The nausea Momo feels in her gut swirls, but she pushes it down to the edges and forces it from her consciousness. Her grip on Katsuki’s hand is strong and sure, her steps falling hard to the ground. When they reach the edge of the building, with its occupants streaming out and all around them in panic, they look into each other’s eyes.

The building is on the edge of collapse. Getting up where Endeavor has crashed is unsafe and foolhardy. They might actually die doing this and accomplish exactly nothing, but...

“I suppose we’d have to fly,” she tells him, shrugging off her doctor’s coat.

She sees the slight tremor in his hands, and the widening of his eyes. He takes a deep breath and releases it. Adrenaline rushes quick in his pulse in a thrum that she feels from where she stands.

“Damn right. You know how to hold on tight, right, Princess?”

There is no time for hesitation.

She nods after a deep inhale of her own. He bends over so she can cling to his back, arms securely wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He straightens up as much as he can and looks up at the gaping hole at the side of the building.

She inhales the sweet scent of nitroglycerin in one breath. Exhales. And then they’re off the ground.

Their rise to the sky and the side of the building is unsteady, frighteningly so. The blasts from Katsuki’s hands propels them at odd angles. He grunts with the difficulty of balancing himself and her added weight, dangerously careening towards the glass and twisted steel beams sticking out of the edges. She feels the wind rushing past her ears and cutting through the skin peeking out of her tattered clothing, her ponytail going in all directions.

The burn from his hands become more unstable as they fly higher and higher. Yet she feels Katsuki’s even breathing as she clings onto him for dear life. It seems impossible they’ll make it, but having him so close to her, she knows that they will.

They somehow reach the crash site. With a grunt of effort, Katsuki lands at the edge of it, keeping him and Momo steady as a beam gives a little with their weight. He grips her arms with searing hot hands protectively as they peer over the edge of the abyss.

It’s dark and eerie, the crevice spanning multiple floors. The cold air blasting through makes her teeth chatter, makes the absence of Endeavor’s flame apparent.

Are they too late? “Katsuki, do you see him?”

He squints at the darkness. “We gotta get closer,” he says, leaping carefully at the edges of the jagged rings of broken floors. Their landings are hardly stable, but miraculously they manage to keep upright without letting the structure collapse further. Katsuki is nimble on his feet as they descend through the pit, passing by wreckage of concrete and steel and plastic. There are immobile bodies at some floors, and the couple that they can approach safely are pulseless. The touch of cold skin under her fingers makes the bile in Momo’s guts rise and the tears spill over in her cheeks.

“Momo.” Katsuki doesn’t allow himself to linger over the dead. He takes her and leaps down. His eyes glint in the dark, but he keeps them forward. Momo forces herself to do the same.

It’s probably ten floors down when Katsuki pauses at the edge. “There,” he murmurs, pointing to an orange flicker in the darkness.

Gingerly stepping over the debris, the two of them find a clearing, where a large, unmoving body clad in torn spandex lies on his back. The flames come from bits of charred wood and paper and not from the flames of his face, as they had expected. Momo makes a flashlight out of the flesh of her arm and shines a light over him.

“Oh god…”

Katsuki immediately kneels next to him and does a quick assessment. Endeavor is pale and gasping, can barely make a sound as they check his pulses. The pro’s hand is weakly pressing on the wound of his neck when Katsuki moves it and sees the blood ooze. “Shit, the cut’s deep. We can’t wait. We gotta stitch him up quick.”

Momo nods and crouches down next to him, immediately forming things from her flesh as she does so. “I can do the carotid repair, just give me a minute to create--”

“No. I’ll do it.”

She stares at him, mouth agape. “Katsuki, you haven’t done this in a while. And your hands… you just blasted your way up here--”

He scowls and snatches a pair of sterile gloves forming on her lap. “It’ll take too long for you to create and do the repair. Besides, you’re shaking more than I am.”

She looks down at her hands and sees that he’s right. They’re thinner than they were this morning, and so is the rest of her. All the stress of creating has her body protesting.

There’s no time to waste. Grimly, she nods at Katsuki. “Okay. I’ll assist you.”

“Good.” He takes a deep breath and asks for a light.

The air around them shifts as Katsuki dons the protective gear and rushes to prepare the site. Momo has never seen him with laser-like focus, eyes fierce and silent as his hands set to work swiftly over the wound. There are no excessive movements nor excessive words as needle and thread go through tissue, sealing the wound shut. Momo concentrates as she never had before, forming tools as much as holding them apart, hanging onto Katsuki’s every word as he performs the emergency surgery.

His hands immaculately steady, Katsuki eventually performs the last stitch and exhales. Cleaning the wound and covering it up, he says, “We need to get fluids in him. Can you make some with your quirk?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t make that out of lipids.”

And even if she can in theory, she doubts that she can make anything out of her body at that rate without her sacrificing her marrow. The strips of clothing hanging on her body are now loose, the fat over her limbs and trunk almost completely depleted. Her head spins from the rapid loss of body mass.

“Shit,” she hears Katsuki curse next to her, and in the next moment his arms are around her, keeping her steady. She struggles to look up at his face through the spots in her vision. “It’s fine, Momo, you did great. Hold on, all right? We’ll get you outta this fuckin’ place.”

“Mm,” she says, blinking herself back into consciousness, as hard as it is as the seconds pass by. “Endeavor-san first… Katsuki, you have to save him…”

“Momo, don’t fuckin’ pass out on me now--stay with me, stay here, right here--”

I am, I swear, she wants to say, but her mouth can’t move. Damn, they might have been too reckless--what’s the use of attempting to rescue Endeavor when they can’t even make it out of there by themselves? She tries to keep her head up, tries to be strong, but her vision dims and she isn’t sure that the sounds she’s hearing at the edges of her consciousness is real--

“RELEASE! Found them! Bakugou! Dr. Yaomomo!”

“Momo! Hold on!”

Two voices, male and female, come from her right. If she concentrated, she could have sworn that they were voices that she knew. She tries to turn her head to the sounds of the voices, but Katsuki moves above her, keeping her still.

“Half-and-half? Roundface? Headband fucker?!”

“Shut up,” Yosetsu’s sharp voice, so unmistakably his, comes from Momo’s left. “Hey, Momo, you okay? Bakugou, what the fuck, why did you let her end up like this--”

“You shut up,” Katsuki snaps. “This guy’s neck was cut right open, and we did what we had to do to, all right? Momo saved this bastard’s life with her quirk!”

Momo wants to shove their heads together for arguing at such a dire time, but thankfully someone else steps in to do that for her. “The two of you shut up and let me do my job!” Uraraka-san snaps in between them. “Come on, Yaomomo’s about to crash, we gotta get this glucose solution in her, stat!”

A needle pierces through her skin, but she hardly flinches at the sensation. When the cool fluid pushes through her veins, the spots in her vision dissipate, and she feels her mind step out of the haze. She blinks and focuses her vision on Katsuki, Yosetsu, and Uraraka, who are staring at her warily. It is only then that she sees that Uraraka is in full nursing regalia, eyes and cheeks glowing in determination, and Yosetsu is in his scrub suit, with bottles of IV fluids and other medical supplies fused to his bare skin.

“Momo. Say something,” Katsuki murmurs gently in her ear.

She nods weakly at them. “I’m okay… I’m awake now,” she stammers. Her voice is wobblier than she’d like, but at least she’s able to speak at all. “W-we did a carotid artery repair on his left… Endeavor-san, we have to--”

“We’re on it,” Uraraka says, standing up with one of the bottles from Yosetsu’s body and rushing to Endeavor’s side. “Shouto, here.”

She wouldn’t have known that her associate was there if Uraraka didn’t call him by his name. Todoroki is deathly silent--he has just placed a line through Endeavor’s arm with a bag of blood dripping through it and is now attempting to get vital signs. Next to him, a serious-faced Uraraka places another line at the other arm, murmuring numbers to the dual-toned doctor.

“He’s in shock,” Todoroki says, voice oddly blank. “Awase, we need those...”

“Got it,” Yosetsu says, unfusing another bag of medicine from his body. When Momo moves to help, he unfuses a juice pouch from himself and shoves this in her hands and stops her with a stern glare. Shifting his gaze to Katsuki, he says, “Make sure she doesn’t collapse, shit-face.”

“As if I would, Welder-fucker,” Katsuki grumbles with a tch. Yosetsu glares at him again, but sets to work with Todoroki and Uraraka in the next moment, stabilizing the fallen pro. Momo watches in worry as Todoroki adjusts all the fluids, his face frighteningly free of any emotions. As Katsuki watches with her, body tense and eyes unmoving, he doesn’t let her go.

He’s frightened, she realizes. Even though Todoroki Shouto is the most frightened of them all to lose this man, everyone is fighting off the cold chill of fear of losing the number one hero on their watch.

“We did all we could,” she murmurs to Katsuki, as they keep their eyes on the sutures he placed over Endeavor’s neck.

“... yeah,” Katsuki agrees. “We did.”

It feels like an eternity of waiting when Uraraka tells them that it’s probably safe to move Endeavor now. After regulating the temperature with his quirk, Todoroki nods at Uraraka, who nods back and touches Endeavor with all her fingers.

“Can you float all of us with your quirk without killing us with the drop, Roundface?”

She glares at him, but nods. “Not like I have a choice, Explodeyface.”

Not like any of them have a choice, really. Uraraka touches all of them with her hands--first Todoroki, then Yosetsu, then Katsuki who chooses to carry Momo in his arms, and then herself. She holds on to Endeavor’s sleeve with one hand and hooks the other around Todoroki, in a small gesture to keep him grounded.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Without further ado, the group floats through the crevice, their ascent more stable than it was when Katsuki used his quirk. They’re able to make it out of the building when Uraraka holds her breath, puts all ten fingers together, and whispers “release” like a prayer.

The loss of gravity jolts all of them like a gunshot, and there’s a moment where they feel themselves free falling for a few heart-stopping seconds. But Uraraka grits her teeth and controls the pressure on her fingertips, keeping her eyes level and her face free from any trace of green. Miraculously their descent slows down halfway, slow enough that it feels like they’re riding an elevator in the open air.

The ground zooms in closer to them. The people see them and point in both awe and horror at the sight of the number one hero unconscious and flameless.

Momo, as weakened as she is, grips onto Katsuki a little tighter.

“He’ll make it,” Katsuki tells her, loud enough that Todoroki hears and looks at him with those unreadable eyes. “Bastard is tough as shit.”

She hopes he’s right.

When they land, Uraraka keeps Endeavor afloat until a stretcher is pushed their way by Shinsou and, to Momo’s surprise, Kirishima. Both of them are equally bruised and battered, but they’re able to work steadily as if they aren’t.

“What the fuck are you still doin’ here, Shitty Hair?!” Katsuki growls when gravity is completely back in their systems. “I thought I told you to get your ass the fuck out of here!”

Kirishima doesn’t look up from his work. “Yeah, but we couldn’t leave the hero work to you guys! It wasn’t manly to just up and leave! I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself! Jirou too! She went back looking for the cops to help the evacuation efforts--”

“But the Nomus--”

“Mostly managed by the pros, and thankfully none of concern anymore,” Shinsou interrupts curtly as he draws blood from Endeavor. “Now we can focus on the Code Orange. Todoroki, Uraraka, we got this, Iida’s preparing the ICU, so--”

“Thank you,” Todoroki answers. The sickly grey pallor sticks on his skin as he watches Endeavor wheeled in the hospital. “We’ll help in the code.”

Shinsou pauses. “You sure? I heard you and Uraraka almost died fighting a Nomu on your own, before that guy--”

“We can do it, Shinsou-kun,” Uraraka interrupts, face still filled with determination. “We need to help everyone who’s hurt.”

“Very good. We need all the help we can get.”

They all turn in unison to the dignified voice coming from behind them. Dr. Hakamata, despite having his doctor’s coat and trademark denim suit frayed at the edges, ambles behind them with a harried-looking Amajiki-senpai walking close behind. It appears they’ve been in a scuffle themselves, but both look ready to get to work.

“We already have a number of cases lined up in Neurosurgery--head traumas and the like. I’ll need all available neurosurgeons up in the suite now. All four residents should go up as soon as you’re able.”

“Four of--” Yosetsu stammers, looking at Momo incredulously. “B-but Jeanist, Momo--I mean, Yaoyorozu can’t, she’s just recovering from overusing her quirk, and--”

“I’ll do it.”

At the sound of her voice without the unsteadiness in it moments ago, all eyes turn to her in various degrees of disbelief.

“Yaoyorozu… you sure? You’re really… thin,” Shinsou says bluntly.

She shakes her head. “I’m still standing. My hands aren’t shaking anymore. As long as I don’t use my quirk any further, I can help out.”

Amajiki is miraculously able to look at her and Dr. Hakamata in the face as he says, “Sir, we should give her some time to recover, at least. She wouldn’t last in the OR by herself like this.”

“Fucking elf-shit! What bullshit is this!” Katsuki growls, stunning everyone into silence again with how wide with anger his eyes are. “Stop fuckin’ doubting what Momo can or can’t do! She says she can do it, and this Denim Bastard thinks she can too, so why the fuck are you shitheads so adamant to keep the most brilliant doctor outta all of you from helping?! As if you shitheads have the luxury of standing here while the fuckin’ code orange is still going on--”

“Katsuki, it’s all right,” Momo says, but he isn’t done.

“Besides! She won’t be alone!” Staring at Dr. Hakamata right in the face, he points a thumb to himself, nostrils flaring. “I’m going too. I’m first assist for all the surgeries you’ll throw her way.”

Everyone gasps, except for Dr. Hakamata, whose eyes remain unfazed as Katsuki assaults him with that glare. “Really? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with hospitals anymore, Bakugou-kun,” he replies coolly.

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Really? You’re gonna be a smug bastard about this now?!”

Despite the suffocating tension around them, Dr. Hakamata laughs, and pats him on the shoulder. “Not at all. Glad to have you back on board, Dr. Bakugou.” He looks at the stunned staff in front of him and taps his fingers against the fabric covering his chin. “I suppose it goes without saying that because he is not affiliated with our institution, I answer to all his medical decisions while working with us.”

The look on his face leaves no room for argument.

Soon, all of them rush back to the hospital, its hallways congested with stretchers and patients, and make their way up the suites. Honenuki is already operating on his own patient when they arrive there, assisted by Mina. Todoroki and Uraraka get the next patient on deck, while Amajiki and the neurology chief resident Hado-san take the next one. Momo takes the short waiting time on the OR floor, eating a rice ball and finishing Yosetsu’s juice pack, while Katsuki drops next to her with even more food and drinks for her to consume.

“I might actually choke if you think I’ll finish all those in ten minutes,” she says in the lightest tone she can muster at that point. Her limbs are still thin, but thankfully without tremors as she takes in the next bite.

Katsuki smirks. “Eat this all or I’ll kill ya, Princess.”

“Really… you and your threats to keep me alive,” she says with a laugh. Her tone falls in the next moment though, when the gravity of the situation catches up on them.

People are dying around them, in massive numbers. If she doesn’t operate, they just might die. If she makes a mistake, they might die faster.

She wasn’t good enough to operate on her own before all this happened.

She… hasn’t operated on anyone with such high stakes before.

“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice snaps her back to reality. She meets his ruby eyes, uncharacteristically soft and warm and tender within the mess of her mind. “Don’t give me that weak look. You can fuckin’ do this, all right?”

She tries her hand at a weak smile. “I wonder if I’m strong enough for this, Katsuki.”

He makes a small frustrated sound in his throat. “The woman who was ready to kill a fuckin’ Nomu with a machine gun she made from the fat of her back things she ain’t strong enough for this?” he says with a hint of incredulousness that makes her laugh. “Oi, I’m serious. If you think you ain’t good enough to do this, then nobody else is. I didn’t just swallow my pride in front of Best Fuckin’ Jeanist if I thought you’re bad at this.”

A harried nurse calls for Dr. Yaoyorozu and Dr. Bakugou, telling them that the next patient is being wheeled in as they speak. Katsuki helps her to her feet with one strong hand before he holds on to her with both, eyes looking straight into hers in that intense way that awakens her to her senses.

“Listen. Momo. You got this.”

She smiles, genuinely this time, and squeezes his arms in affirmation. She nods.

Without further ado, they rush into the operating room, ready to save lives.

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wheelthefridge · 5 years

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in honor of last night having been my last ever shift dishwashing at the same restaurant i’ve been at for the past four years here’s an absurdly long list of random chaotic moments that literally no one asked for that i’ve been compiling since day one:

bj, with a half full gallon of orange juice: this expired two months ago. *pours down drain* that was a long time ago

sam: YOU! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!! *carries on normally with no explanation* bj: smack that! that too! smack those vegetables! punch that burger in the nose! chop that bun! bob: no, flick the bun. you have to flick it.

*bad and boujee playing* bj: walks into kitchen, singing bj: you better know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run bj: walks out of kitchen, still singing

me: hey can you put the wet floor sign out for me dylan: sure dylan: *slips while putting the sign out* me:

sam: get this- i haven’t smoked pot in like three days and my brain is ready to roll! yeah!

joe: ha! oldest trick in the book i just started writing

dude @bar: ten percent of people are over 6'1" other dude: what about 6'2" dude 1: what? no. ten percent of people are OVER 6'1" - so that includes 6'2" dude 2: idk I know a lot of tall guys. taller than me dude 1: what? i’m saying- just- ten percent of everyone in the whole world- you know how many people there are in the world? 7 billion– dude 2: i thought it was six billion dude 1: no, 7 billion- ten percent of 7 billion—

joe, digging through the trash: i’m just gonna peruse through here,, aaaaannnd….. nope not here me: what’re u looking for Joe: …..a book

didi: is eating a pistachio katherine: is that sour cream

sam: some dirty whorebag wants two pickles

joe: sam she am. that’s right. dr seuss wrote a book about her

katherine: oh my goddd this song is always on i’m so tired of it joe: is it? i don’t think i’ve heard it before carolyn: eh it’s all just one long brazilian song to me

katherine: look at my straw i put it in the pencil sharpener

sam: i’m on crack cocaine. you heard it here

sam, aggressively putting silverware in the tray: just the way the cookie crumbles me: yeah? sam, fake crying: yes

adele: if you’re ready- sam: what if I’m not bob: too bad. she only cares if she’s ready

something: *breaks* sam: time for the mop. and by mop i mean… this thing *holds up dustpan*

mike: you should go on junior master chef…. and only make fries

sam, quietly as she speedwalks by me: panic panic panic panic panic panic panic panic

sam, beginning of the night: my goal is to make at least forty bucks tonight. hopefully sixty sam, later that night: i’ve made five dollars

sam, pouring a drink into the trash right next to the sink: you know, im not sure why i poured that in the trash. i’ve had a very off day

katherine, after accidentally spraying salsa on herself: i just sprayed salsa all over myself bj: i feel like that too sometimes. i love salsa so much

sam: can you imagine if i did like hardcore drugs how messed up i would be- i’m messed up soberly

someone: what’re you supposed to feed twenty kids kerry: pizza bj: vodka

sam: will you let bob know there’s gonna be seven in the snug bj: seven in the snug? that’s my band name. we’re really good

edson: *spins cover on counter and stares at it for solid thirty seconds before putting his finger down to stop it* edson: good.

sam: what should i draw bj: you should draw casey, hanging from a cliff, with a pterodactyl flying towards them who is on fire, but, seems optimistic about it

bj: life is too short for low fat cheese. remember that.

sam, beginning of night, in a really good mood: guess what i’m drunk and high right now sam, later that night: i was just pouring a beer and i dropped it. like my hand just let go of it sam, end of night: i’m never doing this again

joe: you know who didn’t clock out yet?? i have two thumbs! joe: ……wait joe: you know who has two thumbs and hasn’t clocked out yet?? this guy!! me: there ya go buddy

bob: i’ve slept fifteen hours in the past four days me: that’s not good bob: yeah

edson: look edson: *holds out hand with top spinning in his palm* *giggles*

sam: i cannot wait for this day to be over me: it’s barely started sam: i took a shot before i got here. i have more in my car

bob: hi sam sam: hi bob didi: hi sam sam: fuck off

joe: her? oh yeah her name is sarah whitaker katherine: oh i think i know her joe: that’s funny because i just made that up. i’m willing to bet money that she’s nineteen tho me: why joe: bc i overheard her say that she’s nineteen

joe: i’m gonna send you a video but you can’t watch it now it’s needs full attention with headphones and the lights off

bj: if you lose your hand, don’t replace it with a fork. that would be a bad choice. i know it’s probably the cheapest option, right up there with stick, but just spend the money.

bj, on a different day: i think if you were to get your hands cut off, getting them replaced with plates would be a very bad idea. you can dig. and you can toss. but that’s about it. no playing the saxophone.

colby: *doesn’t show up to work* bj: maybe i should leave him a message of just me crying

katherine: i think an old man just asked me to live with him

sam: wait *pulls celery strings out of her mouth* that just came out of my throat

bob: i’m such a grump tonight. i’m in a good mood i’m just so grumpy. bob: maybe i’m not in a good mood…

bj, after sending christa downstairs to get liquor for the bar: i put a live cobra down there too so… if she comes back with it dead in her hands…. she’s a champ. and that’s that.

bj: i had a dog today did you have a dog? me: no bj: oh. well.

dylan, holding phone camera at joe: hey joe can you pull ur shirt down joe, pulling the collar of his shirt halfway down his chest: yeah like this? dylan, taking picture: yeah thanks

bj: HI-YAH carley: you’re a ninja!! bj: yes. don’t be alarmed. i only use my powers for good.

bj, with one bottle in each hand, pouring water in the sink, mimicking cow milking motions: it’s like a cow. mooooooeeeeeeuuuuuhhhhhhgggg aaaaaauuuuuueuejhshhsii. that’s what cows sound like right?

bj: we have a dog, and we’re getting chickens. i’m not really sure why were getting chickens. do i consider myself a farmer? not really.

bj: we should make a youtube channel of just me saying really random things to you and you not responding to me whatsoever me: mhmm

nancy: I’m sleeping

sam: *pours drink out on counter next to sink* sam: wHAT the FuCK was that!? why did i do that?? i’ve lost it! i’ve hit rock bottom!!

sam: *bends over* ughhhhhhhhhhhhh *straightens up* ok i’m fine

bj: yum! that’s how i rate the soup. two yums up!! *laughs for like a full minute*

sam: i got my motorcycle license over the weekend and now all everyone’s saying to me is “no don’t get a motorcycle they’re so dangerous” like shut the fuck up if i die i die it’s my choice

bj: i think if i were to be turned into some kind of commercial type of food, if i got turned into a nugget, i think i’d be indignant. i’ve lived my whole life and now i’m a nugget??? “oh i was a great roasted-“ i was a nugget. i was eaten with fries out of a box with a small soda.

bj: hello everybody. i have arrived. please remain calm. bob: *screams*

radio: the fastest lawn mower in the world goes up to 150 miles per hour! bob: …….why??

sam: i just meowed in scotty’s face and he was completely unfazed by it. like a full on Meow.

bob: lemme just touch these live wires with my wet hands bj: bob has gone offline

katherine: i totally forgot to put their order in for i don’t even know how long me: ……..i’m sure it’ll be fine katherine: i mean, nothing matters, right? right. nothing matters.

bj: hey did you guys hear that kate: yeah what was that bj: oh i was just yelling……….. about the soup kate: me: katherine: bj: i’ll try to keep it down next time

bob: you sleep a lot when you’re old. it’s just practice for death. getting ready for The Big Sleep. let’s see how do i wanna go out? on my back?? nah not for me. on my front babey!

didi: hi sam sam: SHUT UP didi, quieter: okay…… sam: i love you didi: no bj: so you’re a grownup now. that’s means you have to do grown up things, like, pay for dinner and stuff? me: uh huh bj: it’s all downhill from here

bj: pon pon the van poco. right? me: mhmm bj: probably. i mean. i’m no doctor, but

random woman @ bar: we are the matrix. We. Are. The Matrix.

bj, to the tune of frosty the snowman: clunkity clunk clunk clunkity clunk clunk look at all this stuff. clunkity clunk clunk clunkity clunk clunk making casey’s job tough! pretty good right?? i just made it up

bj: *walks into kitchen* YES! that’s all i have to say. that’s it. BOBS killing it. DIDIS killing it. casey MURDERED it. you’re welcome. *walks out of kitchen* bj: today is the second day in a row my dog has eaten my lunch. yesterday and then today. it’s my own fault really bob: well you know what they say about men who like floppy french fries. *doesn’t elaborate*

sam: there’s a toy baby in my section. like just a toy baby taking up a seat in my section. what do i do like do i move the bitch? do i leave her there??

bob, talking to himself: if you get sick tomorrow, just remember. it’s your own fault for eating food off the floor.

bob, to katherine: no, you don’t have to mop the carpet

bj: cheeeesy.

laura: if i get through tonight without a heart attack it’ll be incredible. if i do have a heart attack tho just let me go

caldo: *unintelligible yelling* SELLING my BODY for SEX *more unintelligible yelling*

bob: my fathers brother sent all his kids to australia. i guess he figured at least one of them would make it

caldo: i don’t trust people who go out to eat tuna fish

bob: can you make some more guacamole soon we’re running low laura: pulls five (5) avocados from her pockets

bob: he looks like jesus. well. he looks like what white people think jesus looked like

sam: yeah. Please. eat some more mother Fucking crackers.

bj: i feel like i gave birth to the eggplant stacks tonight. and honestly? if my child looked like that? i’d be proud. proud to have an eggplant child

bj: alright everybody let’s get the fuf out of here!! i said fuf not f- it’s safe. f u f starts and ends with soft letters no one gets hurt. any word that starts with a soft letter and ends with a hard letter is bad news… i feel like every time i come in here i annoy you guys. casey’s one dumbass comment away from killing me. “hey so what are your thoughts on grass?” “that’s it” *mimics shooting a gun*

ilia: -and the dogs gonna get diabetes- katherine, indignantly: i cleaned it really well!

mickey: i’ll tell you one thing. crack is good.

sam: some lady just rolled up to the bar, no bra, nipples beamin through the shirt- LETS GET IT!!!!

caldo: *speed walks into kitchen and shotguns a beer over the trash* ok i’m back. i should not have smoked this morning

dom: little kid just picked up a knife and went “oh cool i can stab someone” me, katherine, and sam in unison: good dom: yeah the dad took it away

sam: my friend was like “why is your go to dance move just to snap” and i was like “i don’t know, i’m white” *shrugs*

bj: someone just asked me if i’m having fun. am i having fun? i don’t know if i’m having fun. there are certainly other things i’d rather be doing right now, but i don’t know if i can definitively say that i’m Not having fun.

bj: some jobs require Only a ladle bj, thirty seconds later, after walking away and coming back: sometimes, also a funnel

bj, @ laura who’s eating cornbread: you cornbread eating chef!!! laura: bj: laura: bj: i’m just saying facts in a weird way. you know like you’re in trouble.

sam: *war cry* *spits out gum* *walks away*

bj: what kind of smoothie? Soup Smoothie!!

katherine: so this woman ordered some hot water so i gave it to her and her husband says you know what that’s for right and i’m like ….to drink? and he says nope! and doesn’t explain so i’m just like ………..okay! and walk away bc i don’t even want to know

bj: there’s no shame in it! A Grown Man Can Bathe In Yogurt!!!

bj, leaning down very close to to-go box: i love you

bob: anyone want a drink? brian: whatever’s your strongest bob: milk it is

guy at bar: sUE HIM?!?!??? oh i’d sue him yeah

sam: who orders something extra cold?? like, you need to Die now thanks.

sam: do you dare me to drink this buffalo sauce me: yes laura, walking by: snort it

sam: one more day. just one more day laura: of what sam: waking up

bob: *is trying to explain easter to jewish laura* laura: wait so he died… then he came back to life?? then he died Again??? bob: he died. then he came back just to tell people he was alive. then he said SEE YA and ascended to heaven

sam: i HATE margaritas. i don’t know why i just made myself one.

bob: wow. i have this overpowering urge to just go home.

bj, putting back a slotted spoon: this is a bad choice for dressing. a bad choice.

me: *catches a plate about to fall* bj: woah! smooth moves!! spider-man? maybe.

danny: so you know how at my other job everyone calls me daddy?

sam: *dumps out two full wine glasses* i fucked up. tell no one.

me: remember when we used to be able to leave early? bob: no. i think we imagined it.

danny: i didn’t realize we served DICK here -a few min later- danny: sorry i just got out of work and i’m all fired up

sam: my moms drunk and she won’t go home

bob: hey wasn’t that slang for mari- bj: cocaine.

bj: *kicks kitchen door open* YEE-HAW!!!!

danny: sorry casey me: what for danny: for having to deal with me me: yeah *shrugs* danny: they should pay you more me: yeah

didi: i kill you ilia: do it now didi: no ilia: do it i wanna die

danny, about a burger: we’ve got ourselves a squirter!!

sam: is that a chicken patty sydney: it’s my dog

sam, on my last night with her: lets get casey TRASHED tonight

sam: are you gonna go dancing in new york didi: yes laura: whore it up

#this is insanely long #feel free to scroll past but you might get a chuckle #mickeys is not a restaurant it’s a den of chaotic energy #also if ur curious bj is a bartender and basically a manager #bob is the head cook and kitchen manager #sam is a waitress and bartender (and lesbian)#didi (pronounced gigi) is the buffest man i know and also gay and brazilian #oh and he’s a cook lmao #i got too caught up in describing his buff and gayness i forgot to mention his role in the restaurant #and katherine’s my sister #i think that covers all the main people #my post #feel free to rb but i doubt anyone would want to????#things heard at mickeys

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attackofthezee · 6 years

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STUCKY REC LIST 10/6/18

I realized it’s been a bit since I did a rec list! I link to fics I’ve read and enjoyed over the week in my weekly writing round ups, but I don’t tag those posts as fic recs (it feels a little too self promoting to tag something about my own writing with fic recs, I can’t seem to do it) soooo I feel like it doesn’t count. So here, have a list of fics I highkey recommend right now. They’re all beautiful majestic fics and everyone should read them.

The Heart of a Dying Star by layersofart (layersofsilence), velleities

As ancient legends have it, mighty magical weapons can be forged in the heart of a dying star.

Wanda, driven by her desire to avenge her brother’s death and backed by Hydra and their secret plans, uses ancient magic to knock a star down from the sky.

Halfway across the land, Steve, the Captain of the Avengers Guard, finds a fallen star named Bucky.

Do you want to feel like you’re reading a fairy tale? Because like, this fic feels straight up like reading a fairy tale. It’s wonderful and soft and also like vaguely a Stardust AU while not actually being a Stardust AU and tbh it’s wonderful, just wonderful. Go read it and fall in love with Star!Bucky and total sweetheart Steve Rogers just like I did.

Howitzer by spacebuck

Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.

Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.

This fic has been on my To-Read List for approximately six thousand years, and part of me regrets not reading it sooner while the other is really glad I waited because I was reading it while having a rough week and guys, it was like the cure to my overdramatic issues that week. I like hockey a decent amount because it’s dudes being mildly homoerotic on ice and I find nothing bad about that, but I don’t really know about hockey, y’know? And after reading this I felt like I knew about hockey, which was a pretty fantastic experience tbh. I haven’t felt that feel since my fave fic back in Bandom days left me super interested in rugby for a while. Also the relationship between Steve and Bucky in this is fucking beautiful, and the descriptions of the games left me feeling incredibly invested in them and the author deserves literally all the love for that.

What's left behind by Niitza

The thing was, after waking up in that new century, that strange future where nothing and no one was the same, not even himself, it had never occurred to Steve to wonder again if the effects of the serum were permanent.

Catch me outside perpetually screaming about this fic. It’s told in chunks of 200 words and while I found myself inevitably wanting more of every chunk it also worked so well for this fic and is also something I admire because while I believe in brevity, I also have absolutely zero self control and if a scene wanted to be 500 words I’d end up writing 500 words. It’s just, it’s SO GOOD, and if you’re like, super bad at focusing like I am the way it’s told is a surefire way of catching attention and sucking in. It’s just really beautiful and wonderful and I recommend that you don’t take my word for it and go read it to find out for yourself.

Keep the Torch Lit by thepartyresponsible

“Logan,” Charles says, delicately. “Do you know the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier?”

“Nope,” Logan lies, easy as anything. “Haven’t heard a damn thing, Chuck.”

“Logan,” Charles says, “have you forgotten I’m a telepath?”

“Well,” Logan says, a little less pleasantly, “I sure forgot you’re a Goddamn nosy son of a bitch.”

Listen, okay, this fic is not Stucky, at least not technically. Technically it’s Logan/Bucky with past Steve/Bucky but like even the Logan/Bucky isn’t really the focus and if you want to (like me) it’s definitely possible to read future Stucky into this fic. also this is my rec list and I do what I want ya’ll. The focus on this isn’t the shipping, and tbh that’s what makes it so glorious. The focus is on the goddamn glorious motherfuckin Wolverine, aka the love of my life since I was a wee lass watching the x-men animated series back in the 90s and falling facefirst into simultaneous crushes on both Logan and Rogue. Biromanticism ya’ll, it started early. This fic is hysterical. Logan’s voice is so spot on and so very LOGAN that every line manages to be grumpy and hysterical and also reveal that hidden layer of just caring too much that I really believe is like, the true hallmark of a well written Logan. He doesn’t want to care, but he does care, and that’s like the crux of all his issues y’know? That’s why he takes in asshole super soldier assassins that half the world is after when they give the shitty reason of ‘war buddies, you gotta.’

I could write several paragraphs on my epic love for this fic but I feel like the biggest reason to read it that I can give is that I’ve now read it three times and as a person who barely ever reads things even twice, that’s a huge thing for me. Also it has an appearance of a Charles who’s kinda a dick and tbh that’s how I love my Charles.

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, if you can stand Bucky being even hinted at being with someone other than Steve, and if you don’t for some strange reason hate Wolverine (which if you do, who hurt you????) then go read this fic. It’s 4400 words of fucking brilliance.

Baby You Should Stick Around by neenya, nephropsis

If somebody had told Steve he and Bucky would end up raising Bucky's clone as their son, he'd probably have- wait, no, he wouldn't have done anything, because nobody would ever have said that.

And yet. Here they are.

Listen, this is one of those fics that I opened up expecting something fun and lighthearted and y’know, just a normal kidfic. What I got was 33k of a seriously beautifully written fic that gave me some seriously intense feelings. It was not what I expected whatsoever and it was all the better for that. I, personally, need to occasionally open up something I don’t expect to make me feel and then experience all the feelings because I am in the words of my former therapist ‘a shaken up soda bottle, building up pressure and just waiting to explode.’ True story. MY PERSONAL ISSUES ASIDE, this is beautiful and sad at times but with like, a really wonderful ending that made me feel A LOT OF THINGS. (The point of this is that this fic made me feel a lot of things. Like just, a lot of things. So many things) And there is this certain quality to the writing, at least to me, that really lets you feel the fact that Steve is having Issues and Steve is not realizing these Issues, and because of that he’s not able to be entirely present in this life that he has with Bucky. It’s wonderfully unique, and wonderfully written, and while not one I can reread super often (because of those aforementioned FEELINGS) it is seriously such a quality piece of work and one I’d somehow never stumbled upon despite it being written four years ago.

Black Dog by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

So long ago the details were lost to time, people began creating guardians of the dead. They were made from dogs, dogs who were buried in graveyards before anyone was laid to rest, their spirits arising as black dogs, bound protectors of the human dead.

Steve had always wondered what would happen after he died. He hadn't expected the answer to be 'wake up in the cemetery he'd been buried in', but here he was, some kind of ghost, and he could see the trees through his hands. It wasn't so bad, and he wasn't alone—a sleek black dog, golden eyes glowing bright, was happily waiting to greet him.

Decades later, on what was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful, definitely-not-life-changing walk through the woods, Bucky stumbled across an abandoned cemetery and into the impossible.

(It's a ghost story and a love story and a story about dogs.)

I’ve talked about my love for absolutely everything leveragehunters writes, I know I have, but oh my god, Black Dog hits it out of the goddamn park. There’s A GOOD DOG! AND STEVE IS A GOOD DOG EVEN THOUGH HE’S NOT REALLY A DOG! And Laika! I GENUINELY CRIED OVER LAIKA! And I DON’T OFTEN CRY OVER FICS!! I just, this was so beautiful and there’s always something so special about leveragehunters’ world building in their urban fantasy and magical realism fics in that it never feels heavy handed, never feels like I’m getting a bunch of info dumped on my head, but I always leave the fic feeling like I’ve seen this brand new world and understood it in the way the characters do even if that world is just a little bit left of the one we’re in now.

Also this is just a really good, nice fic to read while curled up with one’s dogs so y’know, if you’ve got dogs, definitely have them nearby to love on while you read this. It makes the experience like 1000x better.

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario)

“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.

Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—

“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”

Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”

Picture me screaming like a pterodactyl every time I even think of this fic. I kept seeing this fic, kept seeing it recced everywhere, kept scrolling by, kept seeing it recced by people who’s work I love and read and admire, and KEPT SCROLLING. And then finally, finally I decided to devote myself to 70k of what I assumed would be a lot of emotional pain. I was right. This was painful to read, the parts in Bucky’s pov especially so, but it was also so, so, sooo very good. I found myself clicking to the next chapter as quickly as I could and wanting to sink right back into it if I had to go do something. It’s just, it’s so good, and if by some chance you haven’t read it yet do yourself a favor and don’t be like me and keep scrolling past it.

#fic rec #stucky fic rec #stevebucky fic recs #stucky #captain america #marvel

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moonchildmuses · 5 years

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“I lied before.” + “I kissed him.” - for dae and ji HVNKKHK oh mygod, do as u please!

… i just realised that i wrote the first draft of this back in october and i never edited it,, i can’t believe this. anyway!!! look at 24 year old daewon still living by these words his mommy told him when he was 6!!! he’s a whole idiot, but we love him. that being said: [dae voice] BABY THOT IS IN THE WRONG HOUSE TONIGHT

“Wait a damn thottin’ second. You did what?!” And there it was, Baekhan’s very disgusted screech. “Oh my god, Jian, you are such a stupid thot!”

Holding back his laughter proved to be harder than expected, but Dae was on a mission: he had to be silent until his best friend left and he’d be fine. Well, not really, since he still had a terrible cold, but in his defence, staying home doing nothing was boring, and he missed Ji.

“Why the fuck would you kiss him, Ji? What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” Baekhan was still yelling, and Dae was already struggling to keep his mouth shut. God, this was so exciting. “WHERE IS HE?! For fuck’s sake, Jian! Just tell me!”

He couldn’t listen to Ji’s voice telling him whatever excuse he could come up with, but he sure hoped it would be good enough for their friend to chill and leave them alone. He really couldn’t wait to go back to their plans a.k.a spending the entire afternoon cuddling in bed.

“Listen here, bitch. Do you think I’m an idiot? DO YOU, JIAN? Being the Daeji representative for so many years has killed more brain cells than I can count, but I’m no dumbass.”

“Yes you are,” Dae chuckled softly, muffling a giggle against his hand. He was hiding under Ji’s bed – Baek would never find him. It was an old trick he had learned from his dad, in which the more blatantly obvious the place was, the less likely it was for people to assume he’d be there. It rarely failed. “That poor idiot… he’ll never catch me. Right, Annie?” He whispered, knowing his daughter liked to hide there too.

“Don’t lie to me, I literally just saw Annie in the kitchen!” Well, perhaps his cat had different plans, that little traitor. So next thing he knew, Baekhan had slammed the door open, and Dae knew he was fucked.

“Don’t yell at me, I just wanted cuddles!” He screamed, still under the bed because he was lowkey scared of what his tiny friend could do. “You’re not my mom, you can’t tell me what to– NO, LET ME GO!” And now he was screeching like a damn pterodactyl because Baekhan had grabbed his leg to drag him out from his hiding spot. “Go away, Baekhoe!”

The oldest of the three didn’t seem to be too happy to see him there, but that didn’t stop Dae from flipping him the bird while his friend gave him a whole speech about how he was going to call his mom and make her scold him for being reckless. “And you know what I’m gonna be doing? Recording it all and laughing at you for being the dumbest fuck ever!”

“Joke’s on you, tiny bitch! My mommy said cuddles are the best medicine!” He replied, climbing back into bed and sticking out his tongue at him because why not? “Besides, Ji already gave me my medicine. He’s taking good care of me, so stop being annoying and fuck off before I declare someone else as the new official Daeji representative!”

That earned him a dramatic gasp from Baekhan, and he was sure his friend was angrily whispering something to his boyfriend, but he chose to ignore it and get under the covers – even if he started suffocating a little after being there for more than 15 seconds. But hey, at least he was safe from Baekhan’s ugly stare, and it wouldn’t take long until Ji asked him to leave so he could go back to cuddling him, his baby.

#⌜ otp ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ never thought we'd have a last kiss ˎˊ˗#⌜ ft ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ daewon ˎˊ˗#⌜ opp ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ jian ˎˊ˗#⌜ ask meme: replies ⌟

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awkwardshanandagins · 6 years

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Costco+Lupron=One Very Stabby Shanda

You read that right, STABBY. As in I'm on the brink of stabbing someone or something. Anyone else ever feel this way? Oh..no? Are you telling me it's not normal to feel like stabbing someone? Well, shit, I've been feeling stabby so hard since about 5:00 p.m. yesterday, just in time for my husband to get home. Lucky him! I got my sixth and final Lupron injection yesterday and this one stays in my system for three months as opposed to the one month injections I've been getting. I don't know if you're supposed to feel much of a difference between the two but dear Lord this one has been a doozy! I have had to try way harder than one should ever have to try to not elbow someone in the face today. That should just be easy, right? We don't elbow people in the face, it's not socially acceptable, therefore we do not have to consciously make an effort not to do so, we just don't do it. Not me. Not today. I've had to make a very conscious decision not to elbow several stupid faces. They're lucky I have some self-control.

At this point, you may be thinking I am a very violent person. As much as I talk about it (and yes, sometimes daydream about it), I would NEVER actually do anything to hurt anyone. I'm a big ol' pussy and I "care" too much about my fellow man or whatever. But, if there was ever something strong enough to make me actually throat chop someone, it would be this damn Lupron. This shit is not for the weak! I know better than to go out in public the first couple days after my injection but I ignored my better judgement, something I do too often.

I decided to run by Costco on my way home from work. Going to Costco while practically roid-raging on Lupron is a terrible idea. Going to Costco in general is usually a terrible idea. I have such a strong love-hate relationship with Costco. It is literally my favorite store while also being the place I hate most in this world. It's not so much the store I despise, but the people inside of it. There seems to be a common theme with me lately, I just really can't stand people. Anyways, after spending almost a full week laid up on the couch I figured running some errands would be good for me. I have to do things while I feel most human and today was one of those days, or so I thought. Hormonally, I don't think it was my wisest decision.

Parking was the first red flag. This dickhead woman stole my spot and I about had a total meltdown. A screaming, crying, ramming my car into the back of hers kind of meltdown. I think she knew how annoyed I was, one because I stared her down real hard and two because she did not get out of the car until I exited mine and walked inside. Another spot opened up two spots away and at this point a normal person would have let it go but Lupron said "NO! YOU WILL HATE THIS WOMAN FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY. SHOW HER YOUR HATRED!" I glared through her window as I got out of my car. I went as slow as possible so I could see how long she'd stay in there. Part of me was hoping she'd get out but the other part of me, the more rational part of me, was like "why? what would you do if she did get out?" I'd give her a good ol' fashion scream cry in the face, that's what I'd do! I always seem to think if I stare at someone long and hard enough, they'll feel my rage burning into the side of their face and they'll know they did something stupid. Man, I sure showed her! In reality, she probably had no idea any of this was even happening.

While walking in, I somehow got behind the slowest couple that has ever existed. They were barely moving but did an excellent job of taking up the entire entry way so there was no way for me to go around. They continued their slow, sprawled out moseying the whole way in, pointing and stopping at every single item; again making it nearly impossible to pass them. My hormone fueled rage did not let me give up however. I got way too close for comfort, did a few NFL approved spin moves and somehow slipped by. What I don't understand is how at the end of my shopping trip in hell, I ended up behind them again! They had to have walked in and straight to the check-out lane. There is no way, with their speed, that they could have made it anywhere else in the store and still ended up in front of me in the short amount of time it took me to sprint around the place. Damn them. Damn them real hard. Slow walkers are literally the worst.

Next, I ended up right in front of a real fun older gentleman. He turned out to be a super douchebag, but by the end of our interaction I made sure to really give him the look of hate and shame so he knew how annoyed I was. To start, he about ran me over with his cart. I was eating a sample as most of us do during our shopping trips to Costco. Let's be real, it's pretty much a given that at least 75% of us are there during lunch time to indulge on these samples instead of eating a normal lunch. Anyways, I do what I do best and accidentally dropped it down the front of me. It had ranch on it and it spilled all over me and splatted on the floor. Trying to be a decent human being, I bent over to pick it up and this mother-effer was so close behind me that he had to abruptly pull his cart backwards or he would have knocked me straight onto my face. I let him go around, loudly said "jeeeeeeeeez," picked up my stuff and walked slowly behind him so he could get way ahead. I was trying to spare his life. About three aisles down, all of a sudden I can feel a cart right behind me but before I could turn around, someone threw a giant heavy box of something into it making a huge crash which about made me wet myself. I turned around and it was the same toolbag who nearly booty bumped me onto my damn face. At this point, I was beyond annoyed, almost to a place of murder, so I decided to follow very closely behind him so he could feel my wrath glaring a hole into the back of his head. He walked comically fast, which I take as a compliment because I obviously scared him enough for him to practically run away.

I decided to skip the rest of the samples and leave before I lashed out and hurt someone, or most likely myself. It was obvious I was in no state of mind to be around other human beings so I made a straight shot for the aisle I needed which luckily was right by the check-out.

You know what people drive me the most crazy? The ones who act like they take precedence over everyone else on this earth. Luckily, one of them was right in the main aisle trying samples with her child while her cart sat in the middle of the busiest aisle there is. It was obvious it was in the way as people were lined up to get around it and were taking turns to pass her. The polite thing would be to move your cart but no, she just stood there shoving her stupid face with quinoa not giving one shit that she was making it difficult for literally every other person there to get around her. If anyone were to get a punch to the throat today, it would have been her. I wanted to slap her quinoa out of her hand and high-kick her cart. Move your shit, lady!

Whoever is in charge of deciding what items go on which shelves is either incredibly smart or terribly evil, or both I guess. All I wanted was the protein powder I use for my morning shakes. It is usually always by the vitamins but you know where they moved it? On the fucking candy aisle! Good God, why? I AM A WEAK PERSON, COSTCO! They know. They know we are all weak and if they put the healthy crap by the delicious and unhealthy crap, we will buy both. What a bunch of assholes. Smart assholes though.

By the time I got up to the checkout lane, my arms were so full of stuff I did not go there for in the first place, that I was walking with an awkward limp, attempting to use one of my legs as a weird third arm to try to keep it all from falling. I was hot and super sweaty at this point, which I'm sure made me look incredibly sane, and the rage had hit an all-time high. What's worse than a menopausal woman? A HOT menopausal woman! A nice man came to my rescue as he clearly saw they had a liability on their hands with me. I left as quickly as possible and tried not to look at anyone for fear if they gave me the wrong face, I might throw my box of items right at their head.

This was not even one of my worst trips to Costco. I usually take Paul with me which honestly just makes it all worse. He is not good in crowds and has a quick temper at times. We are quite the pair right now! One of us usually tries to remain level headed to keep the other one from completely losing their mind and rampaging through the store. He absolutely loathes Costco so I tend to be the one remaining level headed. Hard to imagine, I know. The sample areas are breeding grounds for assholes. It never fails, every time either he or I walk up to grab one, some jerkoff steps in front of us and grabs the last one. I will wait patiently but Paul will boil over and have to walk away while cursing quietly. Actually it's not quiet at all. He does it so loud it usually draws attention. I try to quickly corral him out of there while telling him to talk quieter which usually leads to us bickering until one of us walks ahead of the other one and remains five steps in front for the rest of the excursion. It's obvious there is a marital spat taking place at this point. Any time you see a woman walking five steps in front of a man, you can guarantee a fight just took place. I really should just leave him at home. It never turns out well. Paul can't help but have an angry scowl on his face the entire time. My family now calls Paul's angry face his "Costco face."

My next stop was PetSmart. I should have just gone home but why stop there? Maybe for the safety of myself and others? Probably, but I live life dangerously. There was this bird, or possibly baby pterodactyl, inside PetSmart that screeched non-stop the entire time I was there. Normally, I would be able to block that out but my Lupron brain would not allow me to and instead made it sound like it was inside my skull. I asked the cashier if the bird did this all the time and he said yes while looking like he had been seriously considering murder. I would lose my mind working there with that bird. That damn thing would "mysteriously" disappear one day. Whoa, calm down, I wouldn't kill it, I'd obviously just let it go. Right as I walked out of the parking lot, a car alarm continued the screeching's of that fucking bird. Again, it usually wouldn't bother me but since it was happening inside my skull, I seriously considered running inside and screaming similar sounds until someone shut the stupid thing off. Instead, I got in my car and drove my ass home. I will hide out here until the effects of Satan's saliva wears off and I am a more normal, functioning person.

I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am that this will be my last shot! This stuff is no joke. It honestly has been both a blessing and a curse. I truly do think it's made me feel better in many aspects but it has also made me into a complete lunatic. Seriously, if my marriage can withstand this, it can withstand anything!

To those who are considering this medication, please do not let my stories turn you away from it. The side effects I've had really have not been anything compared to the constant pain and bleeding us girls/women with endometriosis suffer from. I've heard people have both amazing and terrible experiences with it. I really urge you to think for yourself on this one and not take others' experiences into account since each one of us reacts so differently to this drug. If you do decide to take it, good luck and God speed! I joke. Seriously though, I am here to listen to you throughout your own Lupron journey if you just need someone to vent to. It helps having someone to talk to who completely gets it. If you decide to give Lupron a try, just a word of advice...DON'T GO TO COSTCO!

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