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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years

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Threesome with Bokuto Kōtarō and Akaashi Keiji

Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader x Beta!Akaashi

Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long

Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasn’t good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friend’s mate. Akaashi can’t take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. There’s a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.

— 5 years old, [Y/N]

“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”

“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.

You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”

“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”

— present day

You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.

Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”

“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”

“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.

“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”

“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”

“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”

You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.

“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”

“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”

“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.

“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”

“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”

“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.

You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.

The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.

Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]

- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]

- please im hungry

The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.

[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]

- I’ll be there asap Kei

— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto

“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”

“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?

“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”

Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.

— present day

Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.

Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.

“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”

“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“

“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.

“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.

Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.

The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.

Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.

“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”

“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.

Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.

Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”

“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.

He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.

Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.

“Food’s ready!”

— back to you

You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.

The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.

Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.

You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.

You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.

His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”

“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”

“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”

“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.

“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”

“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.

“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”

“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”

“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.

“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”

“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.

“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”

“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.

“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”

“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”

“Boku-“

“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”

“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.

“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.

“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“

“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.

Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.

“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.

Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.

Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.

Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“

“Alpha.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”

“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”

“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”

“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”

“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”

You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“

“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”

“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”

“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”

Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?

Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”

“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.

“Akaashi! Maybe we...”

Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”

“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.

“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?

“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”

“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”

“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“

“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.

“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”

“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.

“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”

“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.

“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”

If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.

Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.

A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.

“I could get used to this,”

“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”

You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.

If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.

Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years

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while we’re young / suna rintarou

a valentines day collab hosted by @prettysetterbaby

synopsis: your self proclaimed unromantic boyfriend is eating you hard on his bed full of roses and jhene aiko blasting on his busted speakers.

this was made the last minute and i forgot to post this yesterday because i was asleep the whole valentines day lmao. also thank u to @godjo for helping me with my trashy writing skills HAHA ur the mvp bitch

minors dni (i dont want to go to jail istg 🦧)

"where are you bringing me this valentines?" you asked while struggling to carry out the huge heart plastic containers he gave filled with melted chocolates that looked ransacked.

"to my room," he replied shortly.

his back hunched as he glided down the school's marble hallway as if it's his own walkway.

"i'm sorry, what?” you exasperated.

you somewhat expected a fine dinner cuisine with him in a bow but his lack of preparedness as evidenced by the melted chocolates he managed to steal from the school's stalls and withered flowers that you immediately threw away)

you shouldn't be expecting so much. what you should so, is mediocrity.

he dragged his words as if he was talking to a toddler who's throwing a tantrum,

"i said... in my room.. do you not understand baby girl?" (

“excuse me suna? but in your bedroom... valentines?” you scoffed. disbelief painted on your face

“do you want me to spell it out for you, doll?”

suna gave you a benovelent smile imbued with smoldering intensity that makes your guts churn with both lust and chaos.

you rolled your eyes. sarcasm evident on your tongue as you said, "you are so romantic."

his lips drawled out stinging satire, “oh love, trust me. i am romantic even without trying.”

you roll your eyes, “aight, bet.”

he glanced behind his shoulder. his slitted eyes staring down on your orbs, deep and feline.

"but my dick is,” his words were dangling in the air leaving you there with an open mouth.

the students around you gave the same astonished look as yours but he gave no fuck at all.

smirking he turns around once again as he made sure his tone is higher than his usual.

“cum on brat.”

and that brat that is you chased him all the way down to his honda covic.

suna rintarou is not romantic. but he definitely made you cum in all possible position in his room. that valentines day.

NSFW AHEAD

you couldn’t contain yourself, especially when all he does was to tease you all the way down the corridor.

albeit harmless was his banters, but it definitely left you with oozing discharge and a sticky thigh— and sexual frustration if you could draw it out clearly.

“you know what?” you gritted in frustration when his fingers played with your clothed sex.

you found that gesture hot especially when his other arm was busy with yours and his other maneuvering the wheel with such suaveness

he looked at you smugly, “what?”

you moaned and laid your head on the headrest, eyes rolling back, “fuck you.”

“i will,” he said lackadaisically. his fingers elegantly made its way onto your damp clothed clit.

you widened up your legs in response and lifting up your hips to maximize the friction— you were growing too impatient and it send delight to suna rintarou.

“look at the brat who’s whimpering for my fingers?” he teased, playfully lifting his fingers only to jab it down to your clit again

“screw you and your dick suna,” you glared while trying to catch your breath from the supposed climax but he decides to pull his hands away to drive with two hands on the stirring wheel

“edging makes the dream work, brat.”

he parked his car haphazardly on his driveway. like a fucked parking and he didn’t even tried to fix it up

“you’re trying to get ticketed aren’t you?” you exhaled and looked at him with in hazy

he makes a contemplating face—one brow up, eyes boring into yours, lips pinned together then switched up into something like a snicker

“you’ll be paying for it.”

“excuse me?”

“happy valentines brat.”

you gasped in disbelief as he climbed out of his car and leaving you there alone, not even bothering to open up the door for you

he really is taking up feminism to a while new level and chivalry isn’t part of his vocabulary

you dragged yourself and closed his door with a bang.

only if you weren’t so needy and you would definitely leave suna’s ass without second doubt.

but priorities first and your pussy is throbbing at the moment and it makes you downright annoyed

glaring, you entered his apartment.

nothing usual— his psp laid there untouched with unorganized wires all around the console, an ashtray with few marlboro butts about one a nd a half inches, his sofa was not made, the pearl bracelet you gave him sat on the center table along with his other trinkets

you squinted when you felt the thin walls vibrate, he played a song with heavy bass and calm beat and soothing vocals

ah, you remembered how you mentioned jhene aiko to him one time.

you didn’t felt his looming presence from behind and his voice startled the soul out of you

“im not good at talking so go in the room,” he marches away and you weren’t able to see it through but he was completely shirtless.

you had to squint (due to his poor overhead lights) to see his trapezius bulging out whenever he flex his shoulders.

“fuck it come here, I don’t have all day,” he dragged you away and you were shocked to see the scene unfolding fast

it wasnt the ideal setting but the fact that he attempted to present you a bed of roses with candlelights standing in line on the headboard (you suppose were from his cupboard) instantly sent intense feeling bubbling in your chest cavity

he hates all of these but he pulled it off just as you liked

you turned to him, wrapping your arms on his neck

“i never thought you’d be this romance maniac?”

he raised a brow, “ive had enough of your bullshit,” he pushed your body on his bed, roses flying over your frame as he climbed over you, “let get down to the serious business.”

he started sloppily,

his hands were gropping you in all directions lazily, not that you mind much especially when a hotheaded cocky bastard is leading you on and keeps calling you a brat

his tongue teased your lower lip while his hand groped the curvature of your breasts

you let out a quiet whimper while trying to grind onto him as he was taking too much of his sweet time into tormeting you

he sighs after being content with your lips

he crawls down and lifted your skirt

oh.

“consider this as a consolation from the wrecked chocolates a while ago, atsumu was dumb for sitting on ‘em”

you couldn’t form any coherent words especially when he’s down there breathing onto your pulsing sex

he grins upon the sight of your face—mixture of frustration and needy

he burried his face onto yours, licking the same damp spot he was playing with in the car a while back

you threw your head back, burrying your face into his pillows upon the sensation you felt from his tongue

you tugged on the underware and it just made you nothing but slicker with desire

“why the rush brat?”

you replied with a shaky voice, “I thought you don’t have all day?”

“when did i start being so serious with my words?” he pulled the fabric down. “you should’ve known now that when it comes to your cunt, im always free.”

his mouth returned to your pussy but this time with raging intensity it made you moan out loud

his tongue swirled onto your clit, his nose brushing against your slick folds

he lifted one leg onto his shoulders and continued on with his business

his tongue licked circles, pushed into yours while his hands worked their way from behind, massaging your ass and thighs tenderly

he ate you out slowly with intensity it made you crazy

your vision became blurry as the growing sensation deep down your pit started to plummet

the shock from his tongue made you dizzy but nevertheless he continued on, smirking occasionally upon the sight of you gripping his sheets and squirming

“that was crazy,” you began as you recollected yourself from your high

suna pulled a gold foil from his back pockets

“yeah, and we were just getting started.”

happy late valentines yall!!

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missskzbiased · 4 years

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Shoot Your Shot

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Confession au, Implied High School Au, Friends To Lovers Au, Drabble (Kind of lol)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X GN! Reader (Actually, I didn’t use any pronouns)

Word Count: ~1,9K

Notes: It’s my first request! LOL I was just saving the prompts but I really liked your choices, anonnie~ So I decided to give it a shot. I hope you like it! I’m kinda nervous since I never did something like this before haha. I’m sorry for the delay, lots of stuff happened here T^T

Prompt 17+30

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You gasped, covering your mouth as you widen your eyes.

The first thing to register into your brain was the muffled sound followed by two distinct noises. One of them was the basketball bouncing on the ground, its thud slowly lowering until you could only hear it rolling away from both of you. The second one was Hyunjin’s body falling with a loud bang to the floor, his whining coming right after as he shot his hands to his face.

You swiveled your head around ─ too startled to actually move in the first place ─, eyes roaming around the court just to find it completely desert, just like it was when you first arrived. As much as you loved Hyunjin’s company, you should know that your neighbor and classmate was the last person in the world who should watch your practice on the court next to your house.

“It hurts…” He sobbed, voice muffled by his hands. You hoped it was out of embarrassment and reflex, not deep pain and a broken nose. Either way, his whining was enough for you to finally jog his way, worry painting your eyes.

You squatted next to him, hand gently holding his wrist so you could move his hands out of the way and check how his face looked. Dear God, please don’t let Hyunjin’s face be damaged, you thought to yourself, hoping you didn’t break his nose. How would you confess to him knowing you just smashed his face? Would he ever forgive you if you broke his nose? What if his admirers wanted to break yours out of revenge?!

“Let me take a look” You pleaded when he didn’t move his hands. He finally gave in under your soft tone and gentle brush on his skin. He rested his hand over his chest, tilting his head to look at you as your hands wandered to his cheeks. How the hell could he be so pretty? His hair was sprawled over the floor, his headband preventing the strands to get on his eyes.

Speaking of which… What beautiful eyes.

He looked at you with squinted tearing eyes from the pain, and even his twisted face wasn’t enough to take away the twinkle of his eyes… He was too perfect. You lost yourself on his face for a split of a second, studying the sheen left there by his sweating. His flushed state was kind of cute if you were being honest, but what part of Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t cute? You stared at his cheeks ─one of them way redder than the other─ before you let your attention fall to his lips.

Unconsciously, your thumb grazed his lower lip, gaze focusing there a little bit too long before snapping to his nose, inspecting it thoroughly. As the captain of the basketball team, you were more than able to recognize a broken nose, and as much as you felt your head on the verge of exploding ─ face burning as you realized how his eyes glinted amused, clearly aware of your slip up ─, you could tell his nose was just fine.

“It’s nothing” You stated relieved, letting go of his face as you sighed, shoulders relaxing immediately. You made mention to get up but his free hand snapped to your wrist, holding you as he clenched his fist above his chest, an exaggerated pained expression washing over his face.

“All my friends told me you’d break my heart!” He uttered, turning his head to the side and furrowing his brows in a comic way that made you chuckle, nudging his side playfully “I didn’t think you’d try to break my nose too… What have I ever done to you, you heartless monster?” He chanted, hand leaving his chest to lay in his forehead as if he was a damsel in distress.

“Stop it!” You giggled, pushing him lightly “Your nose is just fine! Stop being a Drama Llama!” You smiled at him, noticing how he tried to peek at your reaction, lips quirking slightly as he saw your fond gaze over him. He gasped dramatically, raising his torso to sit on the floor, shooting you an offended look that made you chortle.

“What about my heart then?!” He cried, pulling your hand to his chest. He let his hand there over yours, pushing it against his chest for you to feel his heartbeat; eyes diving into yours as his dramatical self dissolved into a serious look. He hesitated for a moment, and you could feel how his heart raced right under your palm, making you blush. Maybe he liked you too? “Y-You startled me to death!” He stammered, laughing awkwardly right after.

“Oh… Yeah” You couldn’t hide your disappointment, chuckling just to be polite “I thought you’d have better reflexes as a dancer” You pointed out, and he snorted, letting go of your hand before lowering his head just a bit, biting his lips and letting his gaze wandering around aimlessly.

You missed the warmth of his hold.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, sounding too insecure for his usual playful self “I think you were just too quick… When I least expected I just fell” He raised his eyes to meet yours again, hands fisting the ground as he waited for you to say something. You could swear his face was flushed but maybe it was just because he was hit by a basketball not too long ago? You were sure that your face was flushed, though, and you weren’t hit by any balls today.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me…” You mumbled, feeling your heart race in your chest, chuckling to shrug it off. You averted your eyes, afraid of his answer. Maybe he was just joking? Maybe he didn’t even notice he was making you dare to think he might like you back? Maybe he –

“Well, I think we should go on a date so you can get to know me better… ‘Cause I am trying to flirt with you” He grinned, enjoying your flabbergasted features. You let your mouth fell agape, eyes unfocused as you tried to make sense of his words. Did he just ask you out?!

“Are you… Are you asking me on a date?” Your voice came out strangled, and he didn’t even try to fight back his giggles, hands trailing to your face. He caressed your cheek gently, eyes softening as he looked at you fondly. You were sure his hands could feel how warm your cheeks were, so you tried to move your face away from his grip, embarrassed.

“I’d like to be your boyfriend, to be honest” He said coyly, watching you trying to voice something but failing. You let your mouth open and close more times than you could count, totally taken aback by his confession “I want to go to your match and watch you scoring and pointing at me… Blowing me a kiss and saying you did it for me…” He added, blushing. He watched for your reaction but you couldn’t say anything, overwhelmed by the sudden realization that he did like you back “Say something, you monster! I’m pouring my heart out for you here!” He whined jokingly, and this time you reacted, chortling.

“You could just ask if you wanted me to score some points for you…” He missed your teasing tone, surprised by your conclusion, waving his hands eagerly as he floundered to retort you.

“W-What?! N-No! I meant I –“ You chuckled, pecking his cheek, interrupting him “Ouch!” He blurted, hand shooting to his swollen face. You arched your brows surprised, forgetting for a moment you had just hit him with a ball. You reached for his cheek, caressing it carefully, eyes focused on the redness of his skin and he lost himself in your eyes, holding your hand over his face.

“Sorry, I forgot it” You smiled sheepishly, looking into his eyes. He didn’t seem too concerned about his pain, eyes twinkling as he looked at yours “Don’t look at me like this…” You lowered your head, averting your eyes, but his hand was quick to take your chin between his fingers, raising it back to look at him.

“Like this?” He inquired, lips quirking up just a little bit, amused “What do you mean?” His tone was teasing, and you almost poked his cheek out of shame. You felt your lips quivering before you could respond, gulping down as his eyes seemed to drag yours to him.

“Like you want to kiss me” You answered under your breath but you knew he had heard you when his small smile turned into a sly grin.

“But I do…” He spoke slowly, teasing tone hanging in the air for a while. He leaned closer, lips hovering over yours but never touching them. He stared at your lips for a few seconds before resuming to your eyes, and you felt your breath being knocked out of your lungs. He was stunning “Maybe if you kiss me I can look at you normally again?” He suggested playfully.

Oh, good Lord, why couldn’t you just smack him?

You shut your eyes firmly, closing the gap between your lips to peck his lips. You broke away from him, eyeing him shyly, which made him hold back a giggle, looking at you in pure adoration. He cupped your cheeks, squishing them before placing a peck on your lips, chuckling as you yelped. He kissed the tip of your nose, then each cheek ─ just under your eyes─, and then your forehead, breaking apart to study you, the softest smile on his lips.

“You’re still looking…” You muttered, observing his eyes glued to your lips. He raised them to look into your eyes again, thumb grazing over your cheek. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, inviting him to kiss you again.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me…” He mocked, and you pushed him lightly, giggling.

“It looks like we don’t even know each other even after living 10 years right beside one another, hm?” You laughed, cupping his cheeks “Lucky you, I’m free this Saturday” You sang, beaming as you saw his eyes sparkling.

“It’s a date?!” He asked excitedly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness. You nodded, happy to see his eyes molding into two crescents, caressing his cheek before finally closing the gap between you, kissing him slowly. He melted into the kiss, just like you, and you couldn’t recall one time you felt so light in your whole life.

It felt like you were a balloon and suddenly someone let you go, letting your feelings flying all over the place, hitting everywhere and making a ruckus inside your guts. You heard it was supposed to feel like butterflies, but it didn’t feel fluttering at all. It was like someone just grabbed your stomach and revolved it over and over again to the point it was too much to take and your heart just burst inside you, creating a turbulent melody to your first kiss with Hyunjin.

You broke away, letting your eyes closed, reticent of letting all of this go away.

“Earth to Y/N?” He joked, and you puffed his face, opening your eyes slowly “Hi…” He smiled at you, faces inches away from yours.

“Hi…” You said back, returning his smile “So can we get back to practice or should we just keep getting to know each other?” You asked slyly, watching as he blushed, astonished.

“Y-Your call?” He gulped down. You got up, dusting off your clothes and extending your hand to help him out. He took it gratefully, standing up, watching as you let go of his hand to go and pick up the ball long forgotten.

“Okay, If I get it in I’m done for the day... If I don’t, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other” You suggested, bouncing the ball twice before looking at him with a smile.

“Well... You’re the cap! Shoot your shot” He chuckled. You smirked, walking his way as you bounced the ball, kissing his swollen cheek before grabbing the ball, positioning yourself to hoop.

“Oh, I sure will” You chuckled, looking at him before shooting.

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the-lady-writes-what · 4 years

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18. I want you to say my name. No! Not that name. ‘My’ name. With Bakugou, please?

#18 with a side of light gore and NSFW coming right up.

Contents: dub-con/non con, choking, forced oral (receiving), yandere content. Minors, do not interact.

“He went this way!”

You ran behind the other two pro-heroes. The smell of ash and smoke choked your senses. Blood pumped hard in your body, pushing your forward towards the greatest danger. With the power to demolish an entire building or even a city block quite literally in the palm of his hands, Katsuki Bakugou made a name for himself as the number one villain in Japan. If he couldn’t reach the top of the charts as a hero, then he would feared as the top criminal.

Explosions erupted around you. Small ones mixed in with bigger impacts. Brick and mortar flew all around you. Dust clogged your senses. All three of you managed to dodge Bakugou’s attacks with a few scrapes. You saw him bobbing and weaving between the ruins he created. His razor sharp eyes peered through the clouds and debris. For a split second, you thought he was looking at you.

“Don’t let him get away!”

“Keep up, (Hero Name)! Now’s our chance to bring this traitor to justice!”

Deep in the pit of your stomach, something didn’t feel right. You ran after the villain. You and the other heroes came to halt in an empty city block. Civilians had been evacuated for when Bakugou lost his temper, which happened every time he was cornered. Still, it shouldn’t have been as quiet as it was.

“Where’d he go?”

“He’s got to be around here some--” You didn’t get a chance to finish.

Earth and smoke exploded around. Bits of concrete, asphalt, and stone blew you off your feet. Your fellow heroes were hit by the strongest blasts. Screaming and groans of agony filled your eardrums followed by a blaring ringing in your ears. Black dots danced in front of your eyes and you blacked out for a moment. When you opened your eyes again, a single figure stood out among the rubble. Bakugou stood over the bodies of your comrades.

“And just so you don’t follow us.” Katsuki aimed his hand at the hero’s kneecap.

There was more screaming. Blood now tinged the air. You were barely able to raise yourself up to your elbows. Your temples throbbed and you couldn’t see straight. Bakugou’s boots pounded the cracked asphalt as he made his way to you.

“There you are, Y/N. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Not your hero name, you wondered. Bakugou reached into his utility belt and retrieved a syringe holding an unknown fluid. You grabbed his wrist as he knelt in front of you and pressed the needle into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Bakugou pinned you to the ground then pushed down the plunger.

“This should make you nice and docile,” Bakugou said with a smirk.

“(Hero Name)!” One of the pro’s called out.

Your vision blurred before going completely dark.

---080---

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the piece of cold metal wrapped snug around your neck. Your hands and feet were left untied. As soon as your eyes were able to see, you took in your new surroundings. The room had no windows, a door, and a doorway that opened to a bathroom. Stone covered the walls, ceiling, and floor. Your new furnishings were sparse but comfortable-looking. A bed, an armchair, a plush rug, a bookshelf lined with novels, all your favorite. The implication didn’t startle you as much as that it was Bakugou that brought you to this place.

Speak of the devil, where was he?

Just as you tried the door only to find it locked, you heard footsteps echoing down some sort of hallway beyond the confines of your room. Keys jingled and the metal door swung open. Bakugou looked more triumphant than ever despite his face dirty with grime, soot, and a bit of blood.

“Alone at last.” He kicked the door closed and tossed the keys aside.

Your gaze traveled to him then to the keys he haphazardly tossed.

“I wouldn’t count on it, princess. That collar around your neck prevents you from ever activating your quirk. You’re next to useless without it and don't think for a second you’re strong enough to get past me,” Bakugou chuckled.

“Ground Zero, why are you doing this? Are you hoping to get ransom money?” You asked.

“Ransom? Haha! I don’t think for a second that shitty commission is going to spend a dime getting you back even if that was my plan.”

“Then why...”

Bakugou’s arms reached out and snaked around your waist. You were hauled off your feet and thrown back into the bed. Bakugou was on top of you in a flash. The cloying musk of soot and sweat made you turn your head and gag. Bakugou twisted your face so you were forced to look him in the eye.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

“What?”

“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself, Y/N. You should least have the curtesy of calling me by name.”

“What are you talking about?”

Bakugou remove his hand from your jaw and grasped and squeezed your throat. Your hands shot up to try and pry his fingers off, but it was useless.

“Don’t remember me, do ya? I wouldn’t be surprised. You got on a fucking ego trip and forgot all about your childhood pal, didn’t you?”

“Y-You became a villain...” You gasped.

“So? What of it? That didn’t change my feelings. I wanted you so bad, but then you started hanging around all those extras. No matter how high I climbed, everybody else climbed higher and you never noticed me. If I can’t be the number one hero to society or to you, then I'll be the number one villain and get what I want most of all!”

Bakugou’s lips slammed into yours. With one hand still attached to your throat, he kept you still. His tongue ran along the seam of your lips and forced his way in. Bakugou caressed the inside of your mouth with the same hunger as a starving man. He pulled away quickly. You panted for breath but struggled to do so with his hand still wrapped around your neck. The cold metal of the collar pressed against your flesh.

“Say my name.” Bakugou growled.

“Ground Zero, please...”

“No,” he said. His free hand rand down your chest and found the zipper to your hero costume. Instead of pull on that, Bakugou grabbed a fistful of fabric and pulled with all his strength. Your costume ripped and fell away like it was made of tissue paper. Bakugou repeated the process until you lay in your underwear.

“I want you to say my name.”

“Baku--”

“No! Not that name. My name.” Bakugou squeezed tighter until you were seeing star.

“K-Katsuki!” You barked.

His grip loosened. Bakugou, or rather Katsuki, slid down your barely clad body, tearing ruined pieces of clothing from your body. His calloused fingers yanked at the elastic of your panties until it snapped. He tore it away and nudged your legs apart.

“That’s more like it!” Katsuki dove between your legs.

The only thing you could do was lace your hands in Katsuki’s hair and pull. Eventually, his other hand released you so he could keep your legs apart. His tongue ran up and down your slit. Katsuki devoured your cunt, moaning at your taste. He made a feast of you, licking, slurping, and sucking your clit. Against your will, your body clenched up as pleasure seared down your spine. Your back arched and you dug your heels into the mattress when a tidal wave hit you. Your mind was reeling as your inner walls clenched around his tongue. Katsuki’s mouth and chin was soaked with your essence spilling over. You stared at his face long enough not to notice his hands unbuckling his pants and shoving them down past his hips.

It wasn’t until you felt the blunt head of his cock poking your newly sensitive cunt that you understood his intentions.

“Wait, wait, Katsuki! Don’t do this. Please don’t do this!”

“It’s a little too late for that,” he said.

With one thrust, he was seated completely inside of you. Slowly at first, Katsuki rocked into you. The squelching sound of his cock rubbing your insides grew louder as he picked up the pace. Calloused fingers grabbed your hips to pull you closer to him and lifted your lower half off the mattress. Craning your neck, you could see how his cock cleaved you in two. Pushing and pulling back over and over and over.

“S-Slow down, please!”

“Fat chance, Y/N. You gotta learn that you’re not goin’ anywhere. You’re goin’ take responsibility for what I’ve become!”

Katsuki pulled your legs up until the back of your knees rested on his shoulders. He fucked you into the mattress. No matter how you squealed, cried, or begged, he wasn’t slowing down or stopping. You felt your walls clamp around him as another wave of pleasure coursed through you. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned aloud.

“That’s it! Good fucking girl. Take it all and know that you’re mine!”

He pounded you harder than before, increasing the loudness of your moans. Your brain turned to mush before your pleasure reached it peak. You clawed at the sheets beneath you as you screwed your eyelids tight. Katsuki’s animalistic grunts filled your ears next to the sounds of his cock driving into you. His thrusts grew erratic and lost all control as you came around him. You cried at the top of your lungs and burst. You gushed all over his cock. Not a second later, Katsuki slammed his hips against you with one more bruising thrust. Your lower belly grew warm as ropes of Katsuki’s come painted your insides.

Katsuki wore the face of a triumphant demon of lust. He licked his lips at the prize sprawled out on the bed beneath him. You were flushed and warm all over. Your legs ached and screamed at you as Katsuki lowered them from his shoulders. He fixed his clothes and stood from the bed.

“If only those extras could see you now,” he snickered. “Fucked out of your mind. By me, Katsuki Bakugou.”

You didn’t quite hear what he was saying. You stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

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I hope this is okay. I’m sorry if it’s a little long. I don't really know how to write shorter posts.

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sonicgetsrawed · 4 years

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cayyyy can i request a bit? domestic modern varigo but it's hugo gay panicking bc v just claps back? safe flight btw!! love you and all ur fic babies!!

Ok sorry babes I saw gay panic and modern and the rest went out the door!!! I hope you still enjoy!!! A continuation of my day 5 varigo week prompt!!! Enjoy!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

It had been two weeks since he’d ran into the most beautiful stranger he’d ever seen, and he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sure he’d been able to keep his cool during their initial encounter, but since then he found himself becoming more and more flustered whenever he thought about their upcoming meeting in a few hours. Varian had texted him only forty eight minutes after their disastrous meeting, not that he’d been counting the minutes or anything. And after three failed attempts to meet they were finally meeting up at a local cat cafe that Rapunzel had insisted they go to. Realistically he knew he had nothing to worry about, there was no way this could go worse than their first meeting, but mentally he was freaking out. He’d spent the last two weeks not only casually texting Varian, but also getting Rapunzel to share as much information about him as possible. He didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him. He hadn’t cared this much about a date in a while, hell he hadn’t even cared when it was a blind date, but now he was a fucking mess. And now it was time for him to meet with Varian.

He quickly grabbed his keys off the counter and headed out the door, the cafe only being about two blocks for each of them. Which was great because neither had a car. He hurried down the street, shooting Varian a quick message to let him know he was on his way, not five seconds later he got a reply.

Coffee Bean: see you soon!!

Hugo’s heart melted as he held the phone to his chest. He’d heard the words before, but when they came from Varian it sent his heart pounding in his chest. Actually anything Varian did sent his heart fluttering. It stopped completely when he spotted the shorter, panic quickly rising in his chest. He looked like an absolute angel standing on the sidewalk, rocking back and forth on his heels slightly, his eyes glued to his phone. He wore a smiple pair of dark jeans, the bottoms rolled up around his dirty untied blue converse, a dark grey T-shirt underneath his too big blue flannel. Hugo glances down at his own outfit, a pair of black slacks, his freshly polished work shoes instead of his usual boots, a plain white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a green vest left open to appear more casual. Shit. And it was with a startling realization that Hugo knew he was overdressed. He didn’t have time to go back and change, he’d already told Varian he was on his way, if he took too long he’d think something happened, or worse that he’d been ditched. Hugo ducked into a nearby alleyway, shedding his vest and button up, tossing the button up behind a garbage can and praying it would still be there when they finished their date before throwing the vest back on over his white undershirt. There wasn’t much he could do about his bottom half, but he hoped he didn’t look too overly dressed now. He took a moment to compose himself before heading back onto the sidewalk.

“Hey, Coffee Bean!” Hugo called, his heart fluttering as Varian turned to face him, offering him a small lopsided smile and a wave.

“I was starting to worry you got lost.” Varian teased, any nervousness he had when they met seemingly gone.

“Haha, me, lost? Psh, no.” Hugo said, a light dusting of pink already painting his cheeks. It was sweet Varian was worried and he’d made a fucking ass of himself. “Um, you look nice, I guess.” Fuck, he was so fucking stupid. “I mean you always look nice! Like constantly. Just in this constant state of nice.”

“Just nice? I thought I looked pretty sexy with coffee all over my shirt.” Varian said, pushing up on his tiptoes so he could smugly smirk at Hugo.

“I- I’m- uh- you- yes.” Hugo stuttered, shooting a finger gun in Varian’s direction. Thankfully Varian just laughed.

“I’m just teasing, but you do look nice too.” Varian said, sinking back to his normal height. And Hugo quickly found he missed him being so close. “Shall we head inside?”

“Yes!” Hugo said, perhaps a bit too excitedly if the look Varian shot him was anything to go by. “I mean, Uh, unless you don’t want to?”

“Oh no, I do. You still owe me that coffee.” Varian said, swinging the door to the cafe open. Hugo followed close behind, mentally slapping himself for already making an idiot of himself. He should probably apologize for ruining his shirt again.

“Hey, Var-“

“What do you want?” Varian asked, pointing to the menu on the wall before heading to the register. “I’ll have a hot chocolate please.”

“I’ll have a coffee, Uh, black.” Hugo ordered, cringing at his own order. He didn’t even fucking like coffee, why did he do that? He hadn’t even paid any attention as the barista rambled off their total until Varian held out his card. He didn’t think as he grabbed Varian’s hand, preventing him from handing over the card. “It’s my treat.”

“I- I thought you were joking.” Varian admitted, his face flushing as he glanced down at their hands. Hugo quickly pulled back.

“N-no, I was serious. I told you I’d get you that coffee.” Hugo said, handing over the cash to the barista and putting the change in the tip jar.

“But I-“

“You can thank me later.” Hugo said with a wink before tripping over a cat that had chosen that exact moment to rub at his leg. “Fuck.” And the furry death trap had the audacity to hiss at him.

“Shit, are you okay?” Varian asked, barely suppressing the laugh that bubbles from his lips. Hugo stares emptily at the ceiling, could he just disappear right now? Could this please be a dream? Was a redo possible? A cat jumped onto his stomach, apparently not. “Awww, this one likes you.” Varian cooed.

Hugo glanced down at it, the same gray bastard that just tried to kill him. “He’s plotting my death I can feel it.” Hugo deadpanned, pushing himself up into a sitting position, staring in awe as Varian joined him on the floor.

“Aw no, he’s just a sweetheart. Aren’t you?” Varian said, scratching the cat underneath it’s chin, it immediately erupted into a series of purrs. He turned the tag over in his hands, glancing at its name. “Ruddiger?”

“He’s been here for a while.” The barista said, leaning over the counter, expanding when Varian tilted his head. “Ruddiger. All of the cats are adoptable, Ruddy’s been here the longest.”

“Is that so, buddy? I can’t see why.” Varian said, letting the furry beast crawl all over him.

“I can.” Hugo mumbled, not that Varian heard him, he was too focused on the furry fleabag.

“Can we adopt him?” Varian asked, why he asked him in the first place he’d never know, but he did with those wide blue eyes, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout, the cat squished against his face. And Hugo knew he was so fucking royally screwed. He’d never be able to say no to this boy, and goddamn it he didn’t think he wanted to.

“Okay. Fine.” Hugo grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose, Varian letting out a squeal as he hugged the cat close.

“You hear that Ruddy? You’ve got a home now!” Varian said excitedly, nuzzling the cat. Hugo smiled, completely enthralled watching Varian’s face light up with complete and utter happiness. They forgot about their drinks, and left the cafe, Ruddiger in tow, to get Varian all set up for his new friend. It definitely wasn’t the date he had planned but he wouldn’t change it nonetheless. Varian was perfect in every way and Rapunzel’s numerous descriptions of him did no justice to the boy in front of him. He hadn’t even noticed the night was over until he was at Varian’s doorstep.

“I’m sorry this didn’t go the way you planned.” Varian said, wiping his hands on his jeans, the furry bastard already settled inside his apartment.

“That’s okay, this was a hell of a lot better than drinking coffee in some stuffy cafe.” Hugo said, stuffing his hands into his cat hair covered pants.

“I’m glad you think so, because you still owe me a coffee.” Varian said with a smirk.

“I’m- what?” Hugo said, the realization that he never actually bought Varian the coffee he promised dawning on him. “You’re right.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Varian said with a wink, not giving Hugo a chance to respond before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It was fast and a little sloppy, almost like he had to convince himself to do it before he backed out, but to Hugo it was perfect. And he didn’t even care that his button down was gone when he got back to the alleyway.

#tangled the series #varian #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo #varigo #modern au #asks #get to know cayenne

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nickysurfer28 · 4 years

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Summary: Desire and temptation take over like never before. Is it too much to handle, or not enough?

Warning ⚠️: 18+ adults only

Word count: over 1k

Characters: Dr.Nicky Ransom (female reader,you,etc.)x Chris Evans,Denise Ames (Cousin), Tim ( Denise boyfriend), clones, evil twin look-a-like (aka Adrian pretending to be Chris)

Chapter 11:

*dream sequence *

You look between Chris and his copy.

“This is...weird. I know this is a dream, but Whoa.” Nicky answered in shock.

They both chuckle.

“I can make more, Nicky.” Chris answered.

“You...you can?” Nicky answered startled.

“I can.” Chris answered.

He draws nearer to you,placing a soft,promising kiss on your lips. His clone comes up behind you and plants a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

“H-how many can you make?” Nicky answered blushing.

“To start, how about this.” Chris answered.

Three more mirror images of Chris appear. Their taut muscles gleam in the low light,and 10 brilliant blue eyes fall on you.

“What do you say,Nicky? We can date on you. Treat you like the princess you are.” Chris answered. “What do you want?”

“I could go for a cup of tea.” Nicky answered.

Quickly, you’re settled in at a round table with Chris and all his clones in a lovely bedroom. A tea kettle is being passed around. Cucumber sandwiches rest on fine,china plates.

“This is delicious. What’s in the tea?” Nicky answered.

“It’s a mix of cloves and honey.” Chris answered.

“It’s wonderful.” Nicky answered.

“Pass the sugar,please?”Clone 1 answered.

“Of course,Chris .” Clone 2 answered.

“Thank you, Chris.” Clone 1 answered.

“Does anyone else ever get a horrible itch after shaving their face?” Clone 3 answered.

“That means you’re cutting it too close to the grain. Ease up, Chris.” Clone 4 answered chuckling.

The six of you chatter amiably until all the tea has been consumed.

*end of dream sequence *

When you wake up, you feel yourself blushing bright red.

“Well, that was the wildest dream yet...”

Saturday evening finds you buzzing with excitement as you prepare for your date.

“Is it silly to be this stoked about a double date? No. So what if Denise and Tim will be there, too? It’s still a date. It’s normal to be excited.”

Nicky rifles through her closet.

“Hmm. What should I wear for a museum date?”

Nicky smooth’s the dress over her hips and admires herself in the mirror.

“Pretty damn stylish if I say so myself.”

Nicky gives herself one last appraising look and heads out the door.

You arrive at the museum just as the sun sets to find Denise and Tim waiting outside.

“Ooh, look at you, sexy mama!” Denise answered. “Chris won’t know what hit him!”

“Oh, stop...”Nicky answered blushing.

“Haha!” Tim answered laughing.

Tim’s arm rests loosely around Denise’s waist, and you smile.

“Never in a million years did I expect to se Denise this happy with a normal guy. There’s no way Tim would never... break into a Arby’s drive-through. I get Steve was hungry, but it was 11AM. I still don’t understand why he couldn’t just use the front door.”

Your musings are cut short by Chris’s arrival. He greets you with a warm hug, that makes your heart flutter.

“You look beautiful, Nicky.” Chris answered.

“So do you.” Nicky answered. “I mean, thank you.”

“All right, come on! We only have three hours before the museum closes!” Denise answered with excitement.

“Denise....that sounds like plenty of time.” Nicky answered.

“For lesser souls, maybe!” Denise answered.

“Okay, okay!” Nicky answered smiling.

Denise grabs Tim’s hand, practically skipping as she drags him toward the entrance.

“I hope everyone’s excited for art lectures! I have some very serious thoughts about Millais’s brushwork!” Denise yelled from the distance.

Nicky grins at Tim.

“Are you excited for art lectures?” Nicky answered.

“Of course! A teacher should always be eager to learn!” Time answered.

Beside you, Chris chuckles. He moves closer to your side, his hand brushing deliberately against yours.

“He wants to hold my hand.”

You turn your palm out, smiling encouragingly at Chris as he entwines his fingers with yours.

“You are entirely too cute sometimes.” Nicky answered.

“Part of my overall charm, I hope.” Chris answered.

“Very much so.” Nicky answered.

You walk hand in hand through the gallery as Denise waxes poetic about composition, lighting, and negative space.

“She could put the museum tour guides out of a job!”

Gradually you split off into pairs, you and Chris continuing on as Tim listens raptly to Denise’s highlights on Thomas Lawrence. You set a leisurely pace, commenting now and then on pieces or details that stand out to you before slipping g back into comfortable silence.

“This is nice.”

You smile down at your joined hands. As if noticing your gaze, chis raises your hand to his lips, grinning when you blush.

“Yeah. He’s way too cute.”

A certain painting catches your eye, stopping you in your tracks.

“The Nightmare “ by Fuseli.”

The painting is one you’ve seen before, and it sends a prickle of unease down your spine.

“The Nightmare “ again?”

“Why is “The Nightmare” here? Isn’t it in your house?” Nicky answered with shock.

“Ah, well. The one hanging in my home is of course a print. This appears to be the original.” Chris answered.

You shudder.

“Is everything all right?” Chris answered with concern.

“No. It’s just this painting. It’s...unsettling.” Nicky answered. “It’s so uncomfortable to look at. Fuseli clearly had a deep understanding of dreams and the unconscious mind.”

“All great artist do, I think.” Chris answered.

“Hmmm. You may be right.” Nicky answered.

“What are you guys looking at?” Denise answered. “Oh , “The Nightmare.” Yeah,this one always gives me the creeps. I wonder what inspired Fuseli to paint it?”.

You shrug.

“In the old days, people thought dreams were the result of supernatural forces.” Nicky answered. “Now we know they’re just what your brain does while you’re sleeping.”

“Which is comforting and way less exciting at the same time!” Denise answered.

Denise, Tim, and Chris begin to move on, but your eyes are drawn once again, to “The Nightmare.” The fine hair on your arms stands on ends.

“Nicky? Is everything all right?” Chris answered with concern.

You swallow hard.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just...A little spooked.” Nicky answered. “I guess “The Nightmare “ kind of got to me.”

“Do you think some fresh air might help?” Chris answered.

You nod, following him out onto the veranda.

The two of you sit down on a marble bench overlooking the ornamental gardens. You breathe in the crisp November air.

“It’s starting to feel like fall.” Nicky answered.

You shiver on cue.

“Okay, that one was because I was cold!” Nicky answered.

“That’s easily remedied.” Chris answered.

He holds out his arm to you.

“Chris is so precious...and I am so freaking cold!”

You slide under Chris’s arm, and he wraps you up in his warmth.

“Much better.” Nicky answered.

He kisses the top of your head.

“I’m really happy to be here tonight. With you.” Nicky answered.

“Me too.” Chris answered.

You gasp.

“I almost forgot! Look what I found in my storage room the other day!” Nicky squealed.

You pull out a photograph.

“This is my sister,Clare.” Nicky answered. “Wasn’t she...beautiful. She had the most soulful eyes.”

But Chris doesn’t speak. His eyes widen, and he pales.

“Chris? Are you okay?” Nicky answered with concern.

“Ah- yes. Yes, just... taken off- guard.” Chris answered. “Your sister strongly resembles a...very old friend.”

His tone tells you all you need to know about that friends fate.

“I’m sorry, Chris.” Nicky answered sadly.

He shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who made the situation awkward.” Chris answered.

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Clare was lovely. And I’m honored that you shared this with me.” Chris answered.

He kisses your cheek just as Denise and Time bounding over.

“Emergency change of plans!” Denise yells. “The new molecular gastronomy place down the street is holding a soft opening tonight, and my friend can totally get us in!”

“Let’s go eat some food that doesn’t even look like food anymore!” Tim answered smiling.

“That sounds...cool,but, I’m not quite in the mood for it tonight. You guys go ahead, though.” Nicky answered.

“You’re sure?” Tim answered.

“Positive. You two have fun.” Nicky answered.

They bid you goodnight and scamper off, talking excitedly about foam. You smile at Chris.

“Well, what now? Should we...go back to my place?” Nicky answered. “Netflix and takeout sounds pretty great right about now.”

“I...need to get going,actually.” Chris answered. “I’m sorry to cut the evening short, but I have some work to attend to.”

“Oh. Okay.” Nicky answered sadly.

“Raincheck, thought?” Chris answered.

“Sure.” Nicky answered.

Chris rises from the bench, leaving you colder in his absence. You stand up after him.

“Nicky.” Chris answered.

“Yes?” Nicky answered.

He leans down, moving as if to kiss you. You stare at his lips.

“He’s going to kiss me.”

You take Chris in your arms, kissing him back softly.

“I had a good time tonight , Chris.” Nicky answered.

“So did I.” Chris answered.

He hugs you tightly, seemingly reluctant to let you go.

“I don’t want I let him go, either.”

You kiss him again, more deeply this time, earning a low moan that makes heat pool between your legs. You’re both breathing heavily when you finally part. You reach for him once more, but he steps away.

“Tempting as you are, Nicky, I really do have work to do.” Chris answered.

The saucy grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

“Well. Goodnight, then.” Nicky answered.

“Goodnight, Nicky. Sweet dreams.” Chris answered.

After spending the rest of the night in a sexually frustrates funk,however, you suspect your dreams will be far from sweet.

“I’m really not looking forward to whatever my brain comes up with tonight.”

“The Nightmare “ creeps into your mind again, and you shudder.

“Ugh. Here’s hoping I don’t dream at all.”

*dream sequence *

But dream you do.

You dream of Chris who treats you cruelly, his touch brushing your skin, his kisses leaving your lips bitten and bloody.

“Chris...you’re hurting me!” Nicky yelled.

“Am I?” Chris answered.

He laughs coldly, pinning you against his chest.

“But this is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris answered. “You’re just as weak as Clare was.”

You struggle, but he holds you fast.

“She was never meant to live in this world. You’ve tired to survive by denying what you are.” Chris answered.” How is that working out for you, Nicky? Always running away?”

With one last burst of energy you break free and escape into the darkness, his mocking laughter echoing after you.

“I need to get out of here! There! Maybe that’s a way out...”

You follow the light...into a place you,know all too well.

The creature crouches over the young woman, poised for the kill.

“I need to save her! “

You try to move, to fling yourself at him. But no matter how hard you struggle, your feet are rooted to the spot.

“No! Not this again!” Nicky yelled.

The creature lifts it misshapen head, staring directly into your eyes. It’s bares it teeth at you in a ghostly smile.

“Yes...” the creature answered.

It dissolves into the vampire from your nightmare, hovering above Clare’s bloodless corpse as it beckons you near.

“Yes, Nicky. Come closer.” The creature answered.

And though every instinct tells you to run, your feet begin moving toward him.

“That’s it. You are curious, aren’t you? Come, then. Look upon my face at last.” The creature answered.

He removes his cloak with a flourish...and your heart drops into your stomach.

“No....”Nicky yelled.

“Yes. You know now, don’t you? But then, perhaps you e always known.”Chris answered.

You shake your head furiously back away.

“No. I don’t believe it.” Nicky answered in shock.

“Oh, but you do believe it, Nicky. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?” Chris answered.

“No. Chris.... this isn’t you, I know it!” Nicky answered.”I’m just having a nightmare! You- the real you-you’d never hurt me. Chris is a good man!”

He throws his head back and laughs.

“You are a loyal little creature, aren’t you?” Chris answered. “Pity the one of your affection is so woefully undeserving.”

“No. No, this isn’t real.” Nicky answered. “It’s just a bad dream...”

“Ah, but it isn’t! “ Chris answered. “Search your feelings, Nicky. You know what I am. What I really am.”

You shake your head again, but something about his words rings true.

“Chris... recognized Clare...”

Horror chills you to the core, and Chris laughs. He closes the distance stern you. Before you can blink.

“Yes, you,know!” Chris answered with a devilishly smile. “ you,know I’m not human, and still you want me. How very deviant of you.”

He lifts a hand toward you.

“Fuck that! I’m going to... slap his hand away.”

You smack his hand sharply. He takes a step back, staring at his hand as though he’s never seen it before.

“You’re...fighting me?” Chris answered startled.”Here?”

A lascivious grin stretches over his features.

“Oh, you are an interesting creature, Nicky.” Chris answered. “But how much strength do you have left, I wonder?”

You’re in no mood to find out.

You turn your heel, sprinting into the blackness.

“You can’t run forever, Nicky!” Chris yelled.

*end of dream sequence *

You wake in a cold sweat, your heart pounding.

“It was a dream. It was just a dream.” Nicky answered.

The image of Clare’s lifeless body swims in front of your eyes.

“No wonder my brain shut me off my lucid dreams when she died. It must have been protecting itself. I need to clear my head.”

You sit up, selecting one of Clare’s old sketchbooks from the bedside table to distract yourself. But the sketchbook is Clare’s last before her death, and the images grow progressively darker and more twisted as you turn the pages.

“This.. isn’t working as well as I’d hoped. Imagine living with all of this emotional turmoil inside you. Poor Clare...”

You turn to the final sketch, and your blood runs cold. Staring up at you is a photorealistic portrait of a familiar face.

“Oh no...this is.. this is a drawing of Chris.”

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romanianseba · 5 years

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Blue Eyes and Greasy Hair

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: While on mission on the other side of the world with no signal, it's been so long since Bucky heard your voice.

Warnings: not really, but I would say extremely FLUFFY!

Word Count: 2,467

A/N: If you feeI Iike you need to relax and forget about everything that is bad in this world, you'll enjoy reading this one. Haha at least I hope so. I really put all my energy and my whole being into this writing for the last two days. It was so worthy tho, because I love how this turned out. From the bottom of my heart, I hope this brings a smile to your face and makes you feel happy because it sure made me happy to write it and share. :) Also, I would love to read your thoughts and no, you would never bother me with your comments!

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"I guess this one is for you, Buck."

Bucky looked up from the weapon on his hands he was currently cleaning up, his eyes falling on the phone that his best friend was holding out to him.

"Your girl." Steve smiled fondly and watched as his friend's expression immediately lit up; his frown being replaced by excited eyes and a small twitch from the corner on his lips.

Bucky's eyes fell back to the phone he was holding and suddenly the ring of the call that startled him and that he immediately blocked out just mere five seconds ago became everything he could hear, everything he cared about, the best sound he has heard in twenty three days.

Pushing his weapon away, he got up from the worn out mattress of the crappy motel room they were staying until this mission was over. 'An inconspicuous place', Tony had said. But Bucky thought he went a little too far with it.

Taking the phone from Steve hold, Bucky wanted to say something to him, he wanted to say thanks, he wanted to give him an appreciative smile, but your name showing across the screen accompanied by a small circular shaped photo of your smiling face came to be everything he cared about, everything he wanted to see for the rest of this far away mission. He moved to stand by the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe.

"Steve?"

Bucky heard your voice once he answered the call and, suddenly, everything that was on his mind slipped away and was replaced by the single sound of your voice saying his best friend's name. Steve? Steve? Steve? His brain froze and he forgot how humans speak.

His voice surprised him when he breathed out your name, it felt like a breath of relief in the form of your name. As if he hadn't been really breathing for almost four weeks until now.

"Bucky?" His heart jumped happily when you spoke again, from the sound of his name coming from your voice, your sweet voice.

"Hey, doll." He whispered and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

Doll. You'll never get tired of that pet name as long as it comes from his voice. And it always causes a revolution in your belly. A big smile spread across your face as you leaned against your bedframe back at the compound, surrounded by a sea of cozy and comfy blankets.

"Oh, thank God Steve got it that I wanted to talk to you so I didn't have to politely make small talk with him before asking for you."

Your smile grew bigger when you heard his chuckle.

"I'm kidding. Please tell Steve I love him."

"I will, doll, don't worry." Bucky laughed looking over at his friend sitting on his bed, his attention full on the book resting on his lap.

"You guys finally find some signal!"

"Yeah, apparently. It had been so long since I heard a phone ring. It startled me at first."

"Of course that's why, old man." You giggled, making Bucky grin. "It was just my attempt number forty-five of the day, I didn't think it would work. It didn't work with yours tho."

"Mine died like a week ago, forgot my charger at home. It's not compatible with Steve's. Sorry, doll."

"It's okay, I'm talking to you now, it's all that matters. Where are you now?"

"At our ugly motel room." He answered, glancing around the gloomy room.

You winced. "Is that bad? And how did the signal work now?"

"So bad. Don't even want to dirt your precious mind with details. And we don't know how it worked. Tony called yesterday and we were wondering the same thing. I guess the signal comes and goes. I tried to call you after we hung up with him and it didn't work anymore."

"Damn signal. C'mon, we're in 2019!" You whined.

Bucky snickered at your remark.

You signed deeply. "It's been so long."

"I know," He mumbled and you both went silent for a few seconds until he sighed, but you realized this was a happy sigh. "It's so good to hear you, doll."

You could practically hear his smile, and the image of his face wearing his happiest smile appeared in your mind. You knew that smile so well. It wasn't just a polite one. It was one of pure joy that he mostly had when you are around, and you knew it was currently plastered on his face.

The urge to be transported through the phone in some way to see his gorgeous face took over you. Your fingertips prickling with eagerness.

"It's so good to hear you. I'm home, sound and safe, but you're the one out there, risking your life while saving the world. How are you? Are your bones complete and joined? Are you cleaning all your wounds properly? When are you coming back? Are you eating and drinking water regularly? Are you sleeping well? Are your eyes still blue? Is your hair still greasy?"

"Hey!" He complained playfully.

"What?" You laughed innocently. "I love your greasy hair."

"Oh God." Bucky groaned and threw his head back, unable to stop smiling. "Doll, that's so many questions. But yes, my hair is even more greasy now because Steve emptied our only bottle of shampoo," He looked over at Steve who playfully rolled his eyes and was shaking his head, his gaze never leaving the page in front of him. "I think you'll never be more attracted to me as you would right now because it's that greasy."

"Stop!"

Bucky's heart almost jump out of his body when he heard you laughing.

"You started it by saying you think I'm very attractive with greasy hair."

"Never said you're very attractive with greasy hair," you protested still laughing. "I just said I like it but it's more like I accept it."

"Hmm, I'm pretty sure you said you love it, babe."

"Alright, I do. I love all of you and every single thing makes you mouth-watering attractive. Next question."

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm fine. I haven't broken a bone... not yet-" He teased.

"You better not."

"I'll try my best." You rolled your eyes and Bucky could tell but he continued. "What else? I'm eating bad looking food but I'm eating at least twice a day." Your heart sank with that and you hugged one of your pillows tightly. "I am... Oh, I'm sleeping well thanks to you. You pretty much infiltrate in my dreams every night and it's pretty easy to stay asleep that way. And my eyes are still blue?" He said hesitantly. "What does that question even mean, doll?"

You giggled, blushing a little. "I have to make sure this is the real Bucky I'm talking to and that he still looks like a prince came out of a fairytale... with greasy hair."

"You keep bring up my greasy hair all the time and then you say you only accept it? Someone needs to check on her feelings."

"I'll show you exactly what I mean when you come back to me."

He smiled brightly. "How you been?"

Bucky heard your adorable, yet exaggerated sigh and he smiled to himself. "I mean, I'm good I guess. I don't have my favorite person with me and it's hard to get up in the morning and go training and eat and shower and be lazy and do laundry without said person. Every activity is a real pain. I finish everything faster but I don't know what to do with the time left, you make everything just more enjoyable; even doing laundry."

"Ah, I love doing laundry with you, doll." He said gently.

"Yeah, me too. You just add the perfect amount of detergent, I've been having trouble there." You signed again. "It's just so different without you. Everything I do. Everything, Bucky. Even going grocery shopping. I had forgotten how boring it was since we started going together. I even tried bringing Sam with me but it's never ever the same. I have no one to buy or cook an excessive amount of food for. I have watched everything that has been done of screen entrainment but I left our list of things to watch together untouched until you come back."

"I'm glad to hear that cause I'm hopefully coming back to you soon, doll. And we won't leave the couch until we've watched everything on that list. Well, maybe only to go grocery shopping and do laundry. How that sounds?"

"I can't wait, Bucky." You whispered, grinning content. "Oh! I also started painting!" You said randomly, full of excitement and Bucky smile grew ten times bigger on the other side of the line.

He loved how small things in life made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. It was easier for him that way to adapt his new life and this whole new world. To know that the person he loved the most would never bring anything heavy on him and expect him to go right away with it made him feel forever grateful to have met you at this point in life.

"Really? I vaguely remember you telling me that it wasn't your thing. I'm not delicate enough, you said."

"Yeah," you giggled. "Yes, I remember. But I'm telling you, I have so much time left on the day without my clingy Bucky bear I had go find something to do with it. So Nat suggested painting and I love it. It's so fun! I can't wait for you to see them. I went full on it, babe. I went and bought so much professional stuff for painting and, I'm impressed, I'm quite very good at it."

"Of course you are." He said tenderly and he wore a proud and loving expression on his face.

"I made some for you and some more, cough all of them cough, thinking about you."

"I can't wait to see them, doll. We'll hang them all on our future house together."

"That'll be lovely, yes! We could even have a painting room." You added with enthusiasm.

"Whatever you want." His husky voice sounded promising.

"Well, right now I just want to have you back."

"Me too, baby." He smiled sadly. "Hey, remember when you told me you wanted to escape for a week to a lake house one day, only you and me?"

"Yes." You said slowly with curiosity.

"Well, Steve just told me about the perfect place. You and I will go there when I come back and maybe after that we can go and check that on sale house you saw the other day."

"Oh my God, Bucky! Yes! Yes, I would love that."

"Then we-" Bucky started to speak but was interrupted by another voice. A voice that was foreign at the moment -for as long as you knew this call only included two people-, yet very familiar for the both of you. The voice that at first you thought you just heard coming from outside your bedroom door was actually closer than that. It was coming right out of the little receiver on your phone.

"Alright, you guys can talk about grocery shopping, buying a house and all that another time. I better interfere now before you start getting too sweet. Sorry to cut you off but I have to talk to Barnes and Rogers now."

It didn't take both of you long to realize that the brilliant, technology genius Tony Stark found a way to infiltrate your call and interrupt the conversation you both have longed to have for weeks.

"Tony!" You whined in annoyance.

"What the heck, Stark? How the hell did you do this?" Bucky sounded clearly confused and pissed but you still detected curiosity and amazement in his voice; as if he really wanted that last question to be answered and explained with detail. Steve finally looked up from his book with a confused frown.

"I will gladly explain that to you when you come back." Tony responded, and you could hear his smug smirk on his voice. "I had to take a different approach once I called Steve twenty two times only to hear the annoying voice of a woman saying that this line isn't available. Over, and over again."

"Tony, it's the first time we talk in about one month." You argued.

"I understand, darling, but the sooner I talk to them and give them instructions to fly back home, the sooner you'll get your Bucky bear back."

You gasped. "How long have you been listening to our conversation?!"

You loved Tony. You really did; as a father even. But, as much as he made you feel affection towards him, he could bother you just as much at times.

"Long enough to learn that you both love doing laundry. I was confused at first but you're dating a one hundred year old, it just suddenly made sense." Tony said just as fast and easy as breathing fresh air and you heard Bucky annoyed growl. "Can I speak to them now? I'll but you anything you want."

"Can't you just tell them later?" You pushed.

"No, it's very important."

"More important than me talking to the love of my life who I might or might not see ever again? He's risking his life."

"Don't be dramatic. I swear I will bring Barnes back to you alive."

"You better." You sighed. "You'll buy me a telescope. The best one." You gave up, but didn't let go the opportunity of getting something out of it.

"It's a deal." Tony agreed immediately.

"And you'll give Bucky and I two weeks off." You added, hoping he'll go with it.

"I'll think about it." Tony said after a few seconds.

"Fine. Bucky, please, please take care. Eat, drink water and clean your wounds. I love you tons. I can't wait to see you."

"Goodnight, doll. Take care you too. Take someone from the team with you when you go out, there's dangerous people and maniacs that have all of us on their radar." He sounded worried and you decided you weren't going to tease him.

"Yeah, I will."

"I love you so, so much." He said lovingly. "See you soon."

"See you... No, wait! I'll see you when I hang up. I just see you everywhere. I'll probably see you on Tony's face too." You joked.

"Alright, that's enough. Bye, (y/n)!" Tony said and right after you heard the beep beep beep; signaling the call had ended, or maybe he only kicked you out of it. However, you were able to catch Bucky laughing for what you said and that was just enough for you to spend the rest of the week with smile on your face.

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Hey guys!! So this is the last part of the thread💕 I really hope you guys have enjoyed reading this💕

Hugo got up and went outside “I don’t know what’s going on, but this is fun!” He said spinning around on the grass. Varian runs out of the caravan, looking around everywhere. “Hugo! Hugo where are you?” Varian said looking around for Hugo and he spots him on the grass. “Hugo!” Varian said picking him up “You can’t run off like that. You had me so worried!” Varian said with worry in his voice. Hugo just giggled “Spinning is fun! It’s like the world can’t keep up with how fast you’re going!” Hugo said teasing Varian. “Haha, okay buddy, heh!” Varian said looking at the caravan. “We-we should really be getting back. I’m almost done with the reversal compound.” Varian said.

“But- But I wanna spin more...” Hugo said. Varian stared to yawn, “Hugo, I’ve been up all night and we really need to change you back. We have to go.” Varian said. Hugo sighs and nods, looking down, Varian carries Hugo back to the caravan, sets him on the bed, and continues working on the compound. Varian stared to focus on making the antidote, “Almost...got it...” Varian said. Hugo walked up, Cheese back on his head, and leaned against the table. “Cheese wants to know if it’s finished-“ Before Hugo cold finish his sentence The potion explodes briefly in Varian’s face because Hugo’s voice startled him. “Gah” Varian said startled turning to look at Hugo. “No, it’s not finished and now I have to do that entire step over again!” Varian said to Hugo. Varian tried to calm himself down, Just...just try to stay quiet okay? I need to focus.” He said. “O-OK.... can I touch it?” Hugo asked while trying to touch the potion. Varian grabs Hugo’s wrist harshly to prevent him from touching the compound. “NO! Don’t touch that!” Varian said snapping at Hugo.

Hugo stares up at Varian, terrified. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t say a word, except quiver his lip. The look on Varian’s face reminds him of the woman from the dream. Varian realizes Hugo is scared and quickly lets go of his wrist. He stares at his own hand in shame of what he did. “H-Hugo I’m sorry I just-“ Varian said with a guilty tone. Hugo steps backward, trembling

“I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry-“ Hugo said His eyes pool up with tears. “You aren’t going to hurt me, are y-you?” He asked Varian.

Varian’s face turns into shock as he understands the full effects of what he just did. “No, no. Of course I’m not going to hurt you. I-it’s okay you were just curious and I-I shouldn’t have lashed out I’m the one who should be apologizing...” Varian said with an apologetic tone. Hugo still sniffling, he holds his wrist in his hand, “I don’t wanna- *sniffle* I don’t wanna-“ Hugo tried to finish his sentence. Varian kneels down on one knee in front of Hugo and tries to calm him down. “Hugo, no one is going to hurt you. You-you’ll be okay...” Varian said trying to reassure him. Varian glances off to the side realizing that he already did hurt him. Hugo lets out a hiccup and a sob, looking down. “I- I won’t do it again...” Hugo said. Varian puts his hands on Hugo’s shoulders and eases him into a hug. “It’s-it’s okay buddy.” Varian whispers in his ears. He leans his head on Varian’s shoulder, still crying.

Varian cradles the back of his head and tries not to cry himself. Varian sighs “This is probably a bad time, but I would really like your help on the compound. I’ll let you touch it and everything, heh. What do you say?” Varian said to Hugo. Hugo nods and buries his head into Varian’s shoulder. Varian hugs him one last time, and then guides him over to his work station. “Are you ready, lab assistant?” Varian said in a comedic tone. Hugo wipes his eyes and nods eagerly, “Okay! We just have one more step to go and then you’re back to your normal self.” Varian said. “It was nice to agree with you while it lasted, bud. Heh, and being taller than you for that matter.” Varian said to Hugo with a smile. Varian points at a tool on the desk that’s closest to Hugo. “Can you hand me that dropper over there please?” Varian asked Hugo politely. Hugo nods and brings the dropper to him, peering at the compound in wonder. “Thank you!” Varian thanked Hugo.

Varian fills the dropper up with a blue solution and careful puts 3 small drops of it into the replicated pink solution. He mixes it up and it turns a bright purple. Hugo tilts his head and tries to climb onto the table to get a better look at it. Varian puts the solution in a beaker, because of his lack of cups, and hands it to Hugo. “Okay, bud. I need you to drink this. It probably won’t taste very good, but you’ll thank me when it’s over...hopefully, heh.” Varian said giving Hugo a slight smile. Hugo looks at it and pushes it away with a wrinkled nose. “Bleh” Hugo said sticking his tongue out. Varian rolls his eyes “now what?... Just-just pretend it’s grape juice or something.” Varian said tying to convince Hugo to drink it. “Mmmmmm, no!” Hugo said with a pout face. Varian does a deadpan face “And there’s the Hugo I remember...” Varian said.

Varian starts to think and gets an idea “Do you like cookies?” Varian asked Hugo. Hugo gasps and nods quickly with a big smile. “Great! I will be right back. Just stay right here, heh!” Varian said to Hugo. Varian takes the serum from him and walks out of the room. Varian sighs “The irony is really hiting hard today. Out of all the colors the serum could have been, it had to be purple... I only planned on making purple drugged cookies once in my life!” Varian said to himself recalling what he did back when he was trying to take over corona. Hugo swishes his arms around as he waits for Varian. Varian mixes the batter for the dough, getting way too many flashbacks of the truth serum when the batter turns purple. Varian stares at the batter “Well, at-at least now I’m using them for good...heh.” Varian said to himself. Hugo tugs at the green tufts in his hair, thinking it needs more green. He begins to look around the caravan for some paint.

Varian takes out the cookies from the oven and puts two on a plate for Hugo. He heads back to the lab, but Hugo isn’t there. “Hugo! Oh no, not again.” Varian said setting the plate down. “Hugo!” Varian shouted trying to find him. Hugo is in another room, trying to to reach the top shelf with green paint. “Varian?” Hugo said. Varian finally finds him “Hugo! There you are, I-“ Varian sees him trying to reach the green paint. Varian chuckles “What-what are you doing?” He asked Hugo. “My- My hair isn’t green enough! It needs to be fixed!” Hugo answered. Varian snorts, “Listen, buddy.. I-I don’t think you should do that. You’ll regret it later, trust me.” Varian said to Hugo.

“B-But it’s not supposed to look like this!” Hugo answered. “You’re right. It’s supposed to be completely blond, actually, heh! But someone, I won’t say who, decided to dye his hair out of spite, heh!” Varian said with a smile. Varian takes Hugo’s hand, “How about we get you your cookies now?” Varian asked Hugo. Hugo gasped and nodded “I forgot about those” he said. Varian leads Hugo into the lab and gives him the plate of cookies. “Be-before you eat these I just want to say...I-I’ll miss you, buddy.” Varian said patting his head.

Hugo takes a bite of the cookie and coughs. The room envelopes in smoke, and a regular Hugo stands there, cookie-in-hand. Varian coughs “welcome back” Varian said.

And this concludes the last part 😊 I really hope you all liked it took awhile to go through all the threads but I really wanted to make it a complete story for those that haven’t read it😊 thanks to @royal-engineer-of-corona and @hugoisthecoolestaround for creating this thread I absolutely fell in love with baby Hugo and @cinn-a-mom @studydork art just brought me to tears and made me love it more 💕

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ephemeral-afterlight · 5 years

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Day 15: Scars

(I know you think you’re alone.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 15: Scars

Word Count: 2458

Relationships: Creativitwins (familial) NOT remrom don't tag as remrom or i'll steal your bones and use them to make Halloween decorations

Warnings: Self-harm (c/tting, it doesn't actually happen but it is referenced outright many times. there is mild/non-graphic description of it as well, and scars are referenced multiple times too), mention of self-hatred, mentions of emotional breakdowns, cursing, mild inappropriate language. Lmk if I forgot any!

A/N: i'm not too upset about this one! it's not my best, but it's certainly not my worst. can y'all tell i love writing creativitwins brother dynamic?

dedicated to @illogical-anxieties. love you, dumbass ♥

There’s something calming about running your fingers across the raised lines, about observing the streaks of light painted thin on your skin. It has an almost soothing effect, at least for Roman, and despite the irony of it, hyperfixating on those scars can help prevent him creating more. And creation, being such a prevalent aspect in his function as a side, is definitely not a force to be reckoned with. So he counteracts it the only way he knows how, runs his fingertips softly along the ridges on his forearms, and just breathes. Usually.

Except right now, as he sits here huddled in the corner of his room, it’s not working. It’s not doing what it should be, isn’t tempering his hyperventilation, isn’t nullifying the pain echoing in his heart. Roman doesn’t know what to do. He’s tried hydrating, splashing cold water on his face, holding an ice cube to his skin, and singing Disney songs to distract himself, but nothing is working. Everything feels tense right now, dangerous after his fourth breakdown this week, and he just… wants this all to end.

Roman doesn’t want to feel like this anymore. He doesn’t want to have the urge to dig into his skin, to take a blade to his shoulder until the apathy comes to drown his self-hatred. He doesn’t want to feed his addiction, to give up this easily, but… he yearns. He yearns so deeply for that cold, unforgiving brush on his fragile canvas, for the numbness that comes with it.

He’s in the bathroom rummaging through his drawers like a madman before he even realizes what he’s doing.

And maybe he should think this through more, try harder to resist, but it’s so tempting. He isn’t just helpless toward his relapse, he wants it, and for the first time in seven months, a silver edge comes within an inch of his marred skin. But of course, of course he forgot to lock the door, and his brother barges in the room without a single knock or warning beforehand. He’s jittery, and looks like he’s about to yell something, but then his whole demeanour shifts when he sees Roman bowed over his vanity sink with a razor in his grip. His sleeve is rolled up, and his scars are on full display, and Remus shoots forward to knock the blade out of Roman’s hand with an almost desperate snarl.

“You idiot, what are you doing?!” Remus hisses as he grabs his counterpart’s arm roughly, drags him out of the bathroom and shoves him onto the bed without a hint of gentle treatment to be found. Roman rubs harshly at his forearms and glares at his lap with dull, dark eyes, and slaps his brother’s hand away when he tries to pry his grip off of his damaged limb. “I’m supposed to be the violent one, what the hell do you think you’re accomplishing with this?”

“I’m trying to be better? This is the only way I can-- I can fucking think. I tried. I fucking tried everything I could, every grounding technique and distraction, and nothing’s working. I can’t… I can’t do this,” Roman spits back, anger dissolving easily into resignation. Remus takes a loud, deep breath, clenches his fists so tightly his knuckles go white, and sits there in an odd, silent suspension for some amount of seconds. Once he’s seemingly calmed down, his brother deflates and it’s like all of the stiffness trickles out of him in one fell swoop. It’s strange to watch, considering how easily both of them lose their tempers.

Remus just stares at him, flat gaze boring into Roman’s own, and it feels like there should be some exchange happening here. It’s almost as if Remus is searching for something, something that even Roman himself can’t see. After another long moment where they just observe each other, his brother clicks his tongue in a sudden movement that almost startles. He looks like he’s sizing Roman up, gathering intel with eyes that are bathed in the tempest, and then he’s speaking again. “You haven’t tried everything, I bet. I’ll show you.”

“Remus, you don’t have to do that. Just… let me be. If I wanted to, I could easily wave them away, so. It doesn’t even matter,” Roman mumbles, fingers flitting up to unconsciously trace the scars on his arm, and his counterpart just scoffs.

“Yeah, no shit, of course you can wave them away. But you haven’t, and you won’t, so just shut up and come on,” Remus replies, scalding and protective at the same time, and Roman doesn’t understand. They’re supposed to hate each other. They’re not supposed to hang out, not like… not like they did when they were younger. Their days of running around the Imagination waving plastic weapons at their combined villainous creations have been over for a long time, so why does he even care?

Roman doesn’t know, but he still stands and follows his brother anyway.

They go to the light sides’ common room first, the living room devoid of any presence other than the twins’ own. The others are up in the real world watching a movie with Thomas, if he remembers correctly, so they probably won’t be back until late. Remus gestures to the couch and waits for Roman to sit hesitantly before flopping down himself.

“Try screaming,” Remus tells him plainly, and Roman just gives him an incredulous look. What? What does that mean? Scream? Why? Apparently his brother can easily read the confusion on his face, because he just rolls his eyes and snatches up a throw pillow to place in Roman’s still hands. “Scream. Into the pillow. It helps, so just do it. Here, I’ll do it too, see?”

And Remus just stares at his own pillow resolutely, takes a huge breath, and then smashes his face into the fabric. The pillow doesn’t muffle the sound by very much, but it’s still at a similar volume to his speaking voice, and Roman wrinkles his nose in disgust. Is he joking? And-- no, of course he’s fucking not, he’s Remus. Well… he might as well do it. Roman figures if he’s gonna looks stupid anyway, it should probably be along with someone else, and his brother always looks stupid, so maybe his presence’ll mitigate it a bit.

So he screams. He lets loose a long yell into the stuffed cushion, shouts even louder when Remus laughs beside him and starts yelling into his own pillow again, and this whole situation is awful. They must look so dumb, two twins screaming intermittently into pillows as almost a response to one another, and Roman has to admit, it’s more funny than it is mortifying. Shocking, sure, but Remus somehow manages to make even the silliest things sound serious, so Roman doesn’t even know why he’s surprised in the slightest.

“So? Feel any better?” Remus asks cheerfully when they finally stop to breathe, both sitting back against the couch panting as they clutch their respective pillows to their chests. Roman groans and throws his head back, inhales slowly while he gives the ceiling a scathing glance, and Remus tilts his head in confusion not unlike how a dog would.

“I mean-- I don’t know, I guess? A little bit, but…” Roman trails off and Remus jumps to his feet. His pillow is thrown at the wall as harshly as possible, discarded viciously to smack against and shatter a picture frame. Roman starts with the noise, and then gives his counterpart a disapproving glare. Remus stares him down for a second, then hunches over and groans when he realizes Roman isn’t going to back down on this one, and he moves over to fix the damage with a wave of his hand as he rolls his eyes.

“Right, well. Still not good, huh? Let’s try something else. Follow!” Remus shouts far too loudly, a fairly unreachable sentiment when is comes from Roman himself, and the two of them leave the room.

They go outside next, trek around the house in the beating sun, and Roman sweats from both the heat and the mischievous look in his brother’s eye. The two stop in the backyard beside the porch, and Remus sizes up a blank stretch of brick wall as Roman just shakes the collar of his jacket in an attempt to air it out a little. Remus nods to himself after a couple moments of deliberation, and then summons what seem to be brightly coloured water balloons sloshing around in a blue plastic bucket.

“Water balloons? I don’t want to get wet right now, Remus,” Roman sighs, ignores the suggestive eyebrow wiggle he gets in return, and he crosses his arms when his counterpart grabs a balloon from off the top of the pile.

“Haha, no, dumbass! You’re so silly, of course they’re not water balloons-- they’re paint balloons!” And Roman has to leap forward and snatch the balloon away as Remus is winding up to launch it, berating his pouting brother as he replaces the paint balloons with actual water balloons. Roman doesn’t bother with words, just gives Remus a withering look when he huffs and waves his hand over the balloons again. “Fine. Compromise.”

“There better not be paint in those again, Remus, or I might literally strangle you. Ah-- before you say it, no, not in ‘the fun way’.”

And there isn’t. They’re water balloons, still, but they’re also filled with so many different colours of glitter, and Roman has to admit that the way the sun shines and refracts off of the little flecks coating the side of the building is pretty awesome. But… as pretty as it is, Roman can still feel that itch, that wanting, so they clean up (read: Roman cleans up while Remus tries to swallow a balloon whole. Wait, can Deceit do that?) and head back inside, having managed to stay decently dry.

So they try again. Remus takes him to his own room, drags out a huge canvas and easel from god knows where and swats the dust and cobwebs away from the slightly yellowed surface. It isn’t hard to guess what they’re doing, and Roman wonders if Remus only puts out shades of red acrylic for a reason. He has to admit, though, smearing the page with so many different hues to make an abstract mess of bright claret is surprisingly fun, though he’d never admit that to Remus.

They also attempt to make cupcakes, but that’s all more of Virgil’s thing than anyone else’s. Stress baking is a common occurrence, to the point where Virgil has actually gotten to be extremely skilled, and it does make for a humorous juxtaposition to the other two. Logan is great at cooking because it can not only be precise and measured, but also a creative outlet, and despite his insistence that he is Logic and Logic only, Roman knows that even Logan can create some really amazing, unique things if he tries. Patton, on the other hand… oh boy. Despite his position as a parental fixture within their group, he is awful at making nearly everything related to food. He’s too prone to experimentation and disregarding recipes and measurements outright, which is why baking is always a disaster, and he gets too scared around heat to really cook a proper meal. He does make some really good parfaits, though.

So although he has years under his belt of watching those three do their thing, of learning what to do from Virgil and Logan and what not to do from Patton, Roman isn’t exactly good at baking himself. He’s awesome at decorating, and he’s made some really cool cake artwork before, but the actual baking part is not something he usually ever has to deal with. And Remus… well, Remus is Remus. He purposely switches the salt and sugar in his food, so.

Needless to say, their attempt is an absolute tragedy, but Roman honestly isn’t too mad about it. Sure, they’re both covered in flour, and Roman’s jacket is stained with vanilla extract from a particularly disastrous spill, and Remus has been continually making Roman cringe by crunching on the cakes that are burnt beyond recognition (cupcakes are not supposed to be crunchy, what the fuck) , but Roman’s actually having a lot of fun. Maybe the cupcakes didn’t turn out very well, but Roman hasn’t laughed this hard in a long time, so he’ll take small victories where he can get them.

And the twins don’t stop. They throw darts at headshot pictures of politicians taped to the wall, they have a pillow fight until Roman’s arms feel like jelly, and they go into the Imagination to ride some of the horses there (a white one with an elegant mane for Roman, and a decaying half-skeleton horse for Remus) until the sun is setting in the real world. They do so much, a surprising amount, and it feels just like when they were kids and they used to run around the house together yelling at the top of their lungs and giggling as they ran away from an exasperated Patton. Roman didn’t know how much he missed this until now, but it’s late, and unfortunately it has to come to an end.

“Remus, I’m tired, and nothing’s working… can I just go to sleep?” Roman sighs as they walk back into the main part of the mindscape again, scratching at the back of his neck as Remus whistles a cheery tune. He doesn’t understand how his twin can still be so energetic even after every exhausting activity they’ve participated in today, but it’s somewhat refreshing nonetheless.

“Nothing’s working? But you just went a whole day without cutting yourself! Seems like it worked to me!” Remus exclaims, eyes bright as he grins cheekily, and-- holy shit. He’s right. Roman didn’t cut today. He didn’t hurt himself, even though he was feeling that bad earlier. Even with the stress, and the tension, and the breakdown, he still managed to not give in. Because… because of Remus. Because of his little brother. That sneaky little shit, he knew what he was doing from the get-go. Maybe Roman is sorta proud. Okay, a lot proud.

“Anyway, I-- woah, don’t cry on me! Otherwise I might have to steal your tears and keep them in a jar to use as lube,” Remus snickers, and Roman doesn’t even care about his vulgarity as he brings his brother into a tight hug. He can tell that Remus is surprised, and a little stiff even as Roman squeezes his shoulders with gratitude. But then he’s relaxing a little, laughs more sincerely as he pats Roman’s back, and maybe Remus isn’t so bad after all.

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wolfcrunch · 5 years

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75, Izuku and Kaminari, angst? It might be a weird combo idk.

this was a really fun combo to write!! i haven’t written much kaminari before, so i hope i did him justice!

Prompt #75 - Can I be alone right now?

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Izuku would like to think that he had a pretty good grasp on the characters that made up his class, thank you very much. Not even a year had passed since they had started here, at U.A, and Izuku would be proud to call the nineteen other members of his class his friends.

Aside from the boy being very knowledgeable in all of their quirks (although this was not something he liked admitting out loud), but he figured he knew a great deal about the individual hobbies his classmates took on, or other little quirky things about them others might not notice.

He knew that Iida always set aside an hour for reading every day, except Sunday’s where he did two. He knew Uraraka, despite her money issues, often liked to partake in homemade craft, often using disposable items that people were about to recycle. He knew that Asui (no, Tsu, he reminded himself) had a collection of pebbles and small rocks in her room, some she had been holding onto since she was a small child with a variety of colors, sizes and shapes.

Kirishima often liked to make his own little wooden figurines that he painted as gifts, thanks to his quirks. Ashido was amazingly good at cooking spicy foods, sometimes even managing to rival Kacchan. Tokoyami would take any sweaters or jumpers that somehow got left in the common room, ’borrowing’ them in his room for the time being and Jirou seemed to, surprisingly, be a big fan of classical and orchestral music. Yaoyorozu and Kouda seemed to both be fans of writing and drawing, respectively.

Last he knew, the latter two were trying to work together and make a short story about their classmates, which he honestly couldn’t wait to see.

But yes, Izuku would say that he knew all of his classmates fairly well - even Kacchan, as hostile as ever, seemed to have a fascination in reptiles of all creatures, and was currently set on getting permission from Mr. Aizawa to bring one to the dorms.

The boy didn’t know if this was normal or not…after all, before coming to U.A, he hadn’t had many, if any friends at all, reluctant to even consider that Kacchan so close…so can you really blame him, wanting to know everything he could about his classmates?

But if he was being honest…there was one classmate who despite all of this, and despite his own outwardly demeanor…Izuku had to admit that he knew the least about this particular student.

And it wasn’t that he wasn’t observing the other - it was quite the opposite, really. It just appeared that the student, Kaminari, knew how to hide his interests extremely well. It wasn’t something one would call the electricity-quirked user - secretive.

But…Izuku didn’t know what else to put to the other boy. Maybe he was just really shy with whatever it was that he liked doing? But surely he knew none of the class would laugh or make fun of him…

Not to mention that he wasn’t exactly the closest with the blond - who was usually a member of Kacchan’s small group, and the thought of asking the explosive blond leader was out of the question. Kacchan would tell him…but in his own loud, profanity-filled Kacchan-esque way.

No, if Izuku wanted to get closer to another classmate, this was the perfect opportunity. This was his chance.

And Izuku might not be the best when it came to socializing and getting together with others…but surely it couldn’t be that hard, right?

—–

"Ah, Kaminari!!“

Izuku had waited until the following Monday, carefully keeping an eye on the blond as the group finished their classes for the day, waiting until they all got back to the dorms before he decided to approach the other with a raised hand and a light call. The boy startled out of whatever conversation he’d been having with Mineta, and Izuku only felt a little bad.

Judging by the blush and slight nosebleed on Mineta’s face, he should give himself a bigger pat on the back for stopping wherever that talk had been heading.

"Midoriya?”

The other hero-in-training looked confused, and Izuku couldn’t really blame him - neither went out of their way that much to talk about one another. Izuku could only smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, it’s about the English assignment we got today…I know you’re pretty good with English, and Todoroki’s not available to help out today…mind if we maybe work out the assignment together?”

Kaminari looked shocked, as if he’d literally shocked himself with his own quirk. “You want me…to help you?”

In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t the best excuse…but Izuku wasn’t exactly lying either. His English could be downright awful at times. Even with his admiration of All Might…it left him with something less than desired.

"I…I don’t think I could really be that helpful, eh? I’d just be distraction…“

Izuku refused to back down, "Think about it, Kaminari– you say you always have trouble writing it all down, right? We can help each other…I could even give you some notes on our Maths and Art classes-”

Kaminari moved in the blink of an eye, snatching Izuku’s arms. “Why didn’t you say anything before?! Man, not that I appreciate help from Kacchan, but he can be a reaaaal bummer!”

Izuku smiled at the use of his childhood friend’s nickname, letting the other teen start to drag him along towards the elevators. “So I take that as a yes?”

“Totally!! Oh, dude, we’re gonna have soo much fun!” It seemed as if Kaminari forgot the whole reason they were doing this already, “We’ll go to my room…no offence, but studying and doing homework, All Might watching me from every corner? A real creepy vibe, dude.”

"Haha, yeah…….wait, what?“

—–

"Just throw your stuff wherever ya need to, bro!”

Izuku had seen the blond’s room once - when they had first moved in. He’d been…surprised, sure, by the others taste. But this…

“What an…interesting set up…”

Izuku had no clue where to look first. Kaminari just grinned, trotting right in and all but dumping his schoolbag onto the small table in the middle of the room, books spilling out as he searched through to find his English book.

And that’s when Izuku saw it.

A small notebook slid out, falling off the edge and landing on the floor with a quiet thump. Kaminari, too engrossed in finding the correct schoolwork, didn’t notice as Izuku walked over, picking up the notebook carefully in both hands.

It seemed to be about the same size as most of his quirk analysis notebooks…and it seemed extremely worn out, like it had been used a lot. On the front, in big kanji, was just one word that make the unruly-haired teen’s eyes lighten up in excitement.

‘QUIRKS’

Ehhh?! Kaminari keeps a book on quirks?! I mean, I guess it could be anything really…maybe he just thinks of quirks that would be cool to have? Or maybe…

“Hey, Kaminari? I never knew you were one for liking to know things about quirks!” Izuku proclaimed, waving the book around shyly with a hand as the blond’s head whipped up to look at him with wide eyes. Izuku just grinned, turning the notebook over in his hands, almost admiring it. “We should compare notes sometime! It’d be interesting to see how different or alike our notes could be…do you keep updated on heroes or just the class?”

As Izuku spoke excitedly, his scarred fingers began to open the cover of the book. He had no time to react to what came next. As fast as a snake striking, Kaminari’s hand grabbed onto Izuku’s wrist, squeezing tightly as the other hand grasped the book, snatching it out of Izuku’s own.

All Izuku could do was give some sort of yelp of surprise, yanking his hand back hard enough to almost stumble the other teen with his eyes wide.

A throbbing pain started in Izuku’s wrist, and he hissed, covering it with his free hand. “What was that for?”

The One for All user hadn’t seen how Kaminari’s face darkened, snapping back. “You shouldn’t open up other people’s stuff, Midoriya.”

Izuku had never heard as much malice in the others tone, and even Kaminari seemed caught off guard, taking a step back. “Holy crap dude, I didn’t mean to snap!” he murmured apologetically, keeping his distance as he set the notebook aside on his shelf. “Really, I was way out of line…my notes aren’t any good though, sorry to grab you like that. Is your wrist alright?”

“Ah…yeah, it’s ok…” Izuku mumbled , stretching his fingers before looking at the boy who’d lashed out. “It should be fine.”

“Let me go get you an ice pack from downstairs!” Kaminari insisted, hurrying towards his door. “We can compare notes when I get back, if you’re still up for it?”

“…sure.”

Izuku didn’t like the unease crawling in his gut, listening halfheartedly as the other told him to sit down and wait before dashing out. Izuku’s free hand tentatively rubbed at his sore wrist, frowning slightly at the force his classmate had decided to use.

Man, I mean, he’s right…but I’ve never seen Kaminari react like that before, and I know he tends to let other people get way closer than that…

An uneasy thought nagged at him, suggesting that perhaps the other had been hiding something within the notebooks contents - but Izuku decided to push that away with a shake of his head. This was Kaminari, after all, one of the nicest people in the class! Surely he, of all people, wasn’t hiding anything to warrant that kind of reaction…

But…

Izuku found himself carefully, quietly heading to the very same shelf Kaminari had put the notebook in the middle of the conflict, only hesitating for a few moments before he reached out, taking the item and sighing softly.

This feels really bad but…I feel like something’s…

Izuku couldn’t really put his finger on the unnatural, bad feeling about it all.

He opened the book–

only for the first page to be empty.

Frowning, Izuku flipped through the next five, that were equally as blank, and stopped for a moment, eyes raking down the page critically.

Is it invisible ink maybe? Or maybe he hasn’t even written anything…

But the hero student flipped to the next page, and his throat ran dry. For this page was full…very full. He nearly dropped it, green eyes frantically scanning the pages.

His stomach crawled as he read the information on the page.

Name: Aoyama Yuuga (Hero Name: Can’t Stop Twinkling)

D.O.B: 30/5/2XXX

Quirk: Naval Laser

Strengths: Able to shoot out laser in various spots with hero costume. Hyper-aware of surroundings. Able to bend his own light in various shapes. His quirk is exceptionally powerful on its own, and he has deadly accurate aim.

Weaknesses: Stomach hurts after using quirk at full-blast for 10-20 seconds. Has a bit of an ego. Body isn’t very adaptable to his quirk without his belt. Seems to be the odd one out in the class, and acts strangely around them - stands out.

Aoyama seems to think extremely highly of himself, and it would be quite easy to go under the guise of a fan of his, or even a civilian asking about what he calls his “fashion sense”. He loves anything related to France, as well as cheese. Not terribly too smart, but not one you would want to mess with, either. Has not yet trained himself in much when it comes to hand-to-hand or quirkless battling, and being hit with his quirk isn’t an option. Close range battling is best for taking him out.

Rating: 1/5. Body is too unstable to use for different quirks - however his quirk, with the right base, would be acceptable for H.E.N Project #021

and that wasn’t all - in any clear space were pictures of the boy himself in all his glory, for once unaware a photo had been taken. There was also a picture taken of the boys hero costume, little bits of writing detailing every part, and even where he would be most vulnerable to strike.

On the next page stated more information about the other blond in their class - his birthplace, current address, and even the basic information about his immediate family - and their quirks, too!

What the hell is all of this…? And this H.E.N Project…

Izuku wanted to put the book down and leave, feeling a chill go down his spine…but the boy kept going, flicking through the pages and feeling his stomach sink even lower with every filled page he came across.

Ashido Mina

Asui Tsuyu

Iida Tenya

Uraraka Ochako

Mashirao Ojirou

Kirishima Eijirou

Kouda Koji

Satou Rikido

Shouji Mezou

Jirou Kyouka

Sero Hanta

Tokoyami Fumikage

Todoroki Shouto

Hagakure Tooru

Bakugou Katsuki…

and finally,

Midoriya Izuku

Izuku didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, staring at the bottom of Kacchan’s final page before turning it to his own, not sure what he was suppose to be expecting. Well, what he had been expecting, at the least, was writing about as detailed as all his other classmates.

But how wrong he was.

Kaminari’s assessment on him didn’t only have pictures on the hero student himself - no. There were pictures of several others - heroes.

All Might and Gran Torino.

Izuku’s heart sped up, all air leaving his lungs when he also noticed older photos - not of him, but of an younger Gran Torino, of a younger All Might.

Of Shimura Nana. All Might’s mentor.

Izuku’s hands shook as he finally read the information listed, although his green eyes only stuck to one very specific part, one that just about sent the boy into pure terror at the thought of being found out.

Quirk: One for All.

Counterpart to All for One. One for All allows Midoriya to have access to immense speed and strength. He is currently the ninth holder, inheriting the quirk from All Might, and is likely being trained to be the next Symbol of Peace. One for All grows as the holder grows and mends with the quirk themselves, meaning that Midoriya’s output will eventually be much stronger than that of All Might in his prime. It also appears that One for All can influence the user whenever stuck under any quirks that capture their mind, or force them to go against their will. One for All is not able to be stolen, and can only be passed with the holder’s permission. This quirk can cause dreams forced by those previous, some of which can cause the quirk to lash out violently whilst the current user is sleeping.

No…no way…Kaminari…

He know’s about One for All!

Izuku slammed the book shut, putting the book back where he found it as he stumbled back, eyes wide and body almost trembling. His hands found their way to the straps of his backpack, clutching tightly.

He knows about One for All…I know I’ve almost spilled it a couple of times, but there can’t be any way he could’ve heard one of my talks with All Might, or even Kacchan…No one else would’ve told him. No one else knew the secret and Kaminari well enough to talk about it, especially not to his face! What the heck am I suppose to tell All Might?!

…..

Unless…

All for One.

It felt as if cold water had been thrown over Izuku at the suggestion conquered up…logically, there was no other way the electric quirked boy knew but…

Kaminari…working with All for One? The League of Villains…?

…it all made too much sense. The attacks. The camp. Kacchan’s kidnapping and Kamino…everything.

He felt sick. Emotions coiled and squeezed at his insides, as if stones were weighing him down under water, and Izuku wasn’t aware of how hard he had been biting his lip, the coppery iron taste of blood filling his mouth. His face paled at what exactly he was accusing the other boy of.

Of being a traitor…

I have to go…I can’t be here, it’s too dangerous–

He couldn’t take the book with him. It would arouse too much suspicion. Izuku turned his back on the notebook, hurrying to the door, which Kaminari hadn’t closed behind him. But just before he got out to the hallway–

“Midoriya? Dude, you alright? You’re looking kinda pale there.”

Izuku jumped almost several feet in the air, whipping around in fright as Kaminari appeared at the other end of the hallway, coming to meet him with an ice pack in one hand. The One for All user couldn’t help but step back, earning a puzzled look from the blond.

“Midoriya…?”

“A-Ah, sorry Kaminari…something came up,” Izuku couldn’t stop the stutter in his voice, pulling on his bag straps and forcing a wane smile across his face in an attempt to convince the other. “My, uh, my mum called me. Something happened at home and I– I just really gotta go and sort this out, you know? I need to…can I be alone right now?”

Izuku’s gaze averted to the carpet hallway flooring, toeing at the material before he made to go around Kaminari, giving him another uncertain smile. “Thanks for the ice pack, but my wrist barely hurts–”

"Midoriya.“

Izuku blinked, and Kaminari went on the offensive. With his quirk crackling around his fingers, the blond had struck out, slamming a hand on Izuku’s chest and letting loose. All in time that was not enough for the target to react as the taller boys quirk reacted immediately, striking out.

The electricity ran its course through Izuku’s veins, setting them alight in fiery pain as he let out a shriek - one that Kaminari quickly covered up with his other hand, dropping the ice pack. Izuku’s legs gave way as the shocks zapped and crackled across his entire body, limbs locking up with Izuku’s mouth gaping open. His throat closed over, stopping any oxygen.

With a vision swimming of black and white, Izuku tried to give out a weak cry, doing his best to fight off the unconsciousness that threatened to submerge him. The sting of copper filled the back of his mouth, and Kaminari crouched besides the fallen boy, golden eyes watching him like a predator.

Kaminari, hair standing up due to the voltage of his quirk, only gave a sickly sweet smile at his classmates predicament, going to pat the cheek of the freckled boy. His voice was muffled, but Izuku could still hear him. Hear the calmness cold that took over the others tone.

"If only you had kept your hands to yourself, Deku…what a naive little hero wannabe.”

No…I can’t…All Might!! Someone…!

But the downed boy couldn’t move his mouth, his tongue as heavy as led, and the student above him sighed.

“I kinda liked your work ethic, ya know? But, well…all good things gotta come to an end, right?”

And that was the last thing Izuku heard, his body finally going into shutdown and static filling his eardrums, the unconsciousness gripping him and dragging him into the void with its deathly claws, claiming its prize.

Kaminari scowled at the now knocked-out boy, scoffing as he got up and nudged the smaller boy’s face with his foot. What an idiot.

He quickly looked, making sure no one was entering the floor nor leaving their rooms before he grabbed hold of one of Izuku’s arms, dragging him into his room and shutting the door behind him.

“That was easier than I thought…”

Dragging him across the floor, Kaminari quickly found some rope he had stored away to tie and bound the others arms and legs, shoving him all too roughly into his closet before fishing his phone out of his pocket.

The number he dialed he practically knew off by heart, and he was sure to send a password via text so that the receiver knew it was in fact him.

The phone rung three times before being picked up.

“You better have a good reason for calling, kid.”

Kaminari couldn’t help the grin that spread across his features. The giddiness that filled his being, almost wanting to make the boy prance around his room in delight.

“Dr. Tsubasa, I got him. Midoriya Izuku is ready for transport to your facility.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #kaminari denki #my writing #tumblr prompt #bnha fanfiction

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sleepyfan-blog · 5 years

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*Tired nyoom* I'm tired, stressed, and requesting some angsty Angel's Flower with that thing we discussed in Discord with Ink trying to basically get rid of Venus and take Heelies back home

fandom: Undertale AU

characters and pairing: Ink, Heliotrope, Venus - ocs by @izzy-the-bizzy Angel’s Flower

warnings: attempted murder, kidnapping

word count: 2,116

Summary: Ink is determined to save his poor, brainwashed son from the seductive clutches of Evil. Even if he has to kill to do it.

tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi @therandomskelekey @capisnotonfire

Ink was pacing back and forth, the more that he thought about the argument that he had with Heelies, the more upset that he got.

“You do realize that Venus is Nightmare’s top spy! They are trying to turn you to his side, so that you will fight against us and spread evil!” Ink had pointed out with a growl, not wanting his precious son to be tainted by Nightmare’s darkness.

“Yes, I know that they work for Nightmare! But they would never hurt me, and I love them. They love me.” Heelies snapped back, his generally laid back and easy going demeanor having changed completely. The younger skeleton is glaring at his dad and his fists are balled at his sides.

Ink has never seen his son so aggressive before - further proof that Nightmare and this Venus have been trying and are succeeding in twisting his gentle, naive baby boy into someone dangerous and deadly. “Nightmare is an expert in breaking minds and twisting people to suit his will. I don’t want him to break you and turn you into a parody of who you are, Heelies. I love you dearly, and I want you to be safe.”

“I am safe! And you say that Nightmare is evil and wants to destroy the multiverse. He doesn’t - I’ve seen how he deals with some of the worst timelines I’ve ever seen. He negotiates with their leaders - the human and monster - in exchange for resources or space. Yes, he is interfering with the stories that the timelines are supposed to take… But he seems to be trying to interfere for the better.” Heelies huffed, glaring more at his papa, shaking with anger.

Ink’s eye lights widen, and he whispers just loud enough for his son to hear “By the creators… I was worried that things were bad, but I… I hadn’t thought that Nightmare and that seductive spy of his had twisted your mind so far…” He reached out to his son, but Heelies darted back, the scowl on his face darker than Ink had ever seen it.

“Ven hasn’t twisted my mind, and neither has Mr. Nightmare. Both of them are very different hen who you believe them to be, dad. I… This was exactly the reason why I never wanted to tell you that I was dating someone. I knew that you’d freak out about it, especially since Ven isn’t the sort of person you’d approve of me dating.” Heelies had hissed, hurt and frustrated and unwilling to let Ink reach out and hug the other close, to help him calm down.

“Heelies, please be reasonable. Don’t-” Ink began, trying to placate his son, but the other cut him off abruptly.

“I am being reasonable! You’re the one who won’t listen! I’m leaving and you can’t stop me!” Heliotrope had yelled, teleporting away and though Ink tried to teleport after the other, Heelies had used several portals through a half-dozen AUs, and Ink couldn’t track the other.

Ink had managed to find his wayward, manipulated son. Heliotrope was, of course, in the timeline that Nightmare had set up his main base - or at least one of them. It was the base that Nightmare held Dream hostage on numerous occasions, and trying to get into that timeline was always a pain, as the very magic of the AU seemed to resist his presence entering it. Ink was fairly sure that NIghtmare had somehow woven spells into the base code of the timeline itself so that he couldn’t enter timelines with liquids in them somehow.

But for now, the creative guardian wasn’t wondering how that was fucking possible. He had decided on a course of action. Venus was the one who had stolen his precious’ son’s heart, and as long as they were alive, they would have a pull on his heart, as Heelies was an intensely loyal and caring person (much like his papa, Blue)… So Ink was going to kill Venus and take his son back. He was well aware of the fact that killing them would hurt Heelies, but it would be for the best. Heelies would eventually forgive him, especially after the other forgot about Venus - as Heelies did have some of Ink’s own forgetfulness tendencies, needing to keep a pad of paper and something to write with in his inventory to keep track of important things.

He and Blue had argued about what to do for months and months. But Ink was certain that the longer that they hesitated and delayed, the more deeply brainwashed and darker Heelies would become, and the longer it would take for his son to recover from the awful misery that Nightmare was doubtlessly putting their son through. He wrote a note to Blue and Dream - in case either one of them stopped by the house before he was back.

I’m going to go get Heelies back! And make sure that the one who took him from us is permanently dealt with. See you later! ~Ink

With a roll of his shoulders, Ink concentrated hard on Nightmare’s castle, intending to appear on the roof, rather than inside one of the rooms, where someone could be in and then alert the rest of the castle to his presence. It took a solid ten minutes of focusing, but Ink felt his magic shift and twist.

He activated his eye lights and sure enough, the rust-red sky was overhead, the miserable bare dirt fields that extended in rolling waves all around the spikey, intimidating looking castle. Ink closed his eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips as he sensed Venus’s magic. They were alone from what he could tell. Good, that would make things easier. He teleported directly outside of the younger skeleton’s room, broom in hand. He activated a bit of his magic, the magical paint beginning to drip from the tip of broomy’s brush as he walked in.

Venus turned towards him, the smile on their face falling somewhat as they recognized him “I… Oh… Hello?” They looked a little cautious but confused. “Uhm… Why are you here?”

“To see you and Heelies, of course. It’s been months since I’ve seen my son, and I’m worried about him… You are in possession of his heart. He’s’ a gentle soul. Sweet, cheerful… Oh, he can pretend to be scary and bluster all he likes… But you and I both know that he couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Haha… Yeah. Heelies is such a pacifist. It’s really endearing to see him try to spar against a couple of the others though. He tries really hard. He just… He’s wonderful.” The vile villain hummed, an amused smirk playing on their lips, a cruel parody of a loving tone in their voice. “He misses you and Blue. He won’t admit it easily, but I can sense that he does. He’d be so happy to hear that you’re in the castle ‘cause you want to talk to him.”

“Actually, I wanted to speak to you, first. As I previously stated, you hold my son’s rather fragile soul in your hands… And I just…” Ink sighs, shaking his head as he takes his brush from behind his back, beginning to lean on it, faux-casually “I’m just not convinced that you’re the right person for him. How many have you killed? How many AUs have fallen into NIghtmare’s control because of the intel that you gather? Dozens? Hundreds? I know that your LV is comparable to Dust or Killers, and they’ve both slaughtered their entire timeline - and that was before Nightmare got his hands on them.”

Venus flinched, looking away from him, shifting uncomfortably, their wings partially wrapping around themself in a gesture that would be a subconscious attempt at soothing themself if Ink didn’t know that they were a master manipulator - just like their boss, Nightmare. “I… I’d rather not think about how many people I’ve killed. I-I’ve killed many of them in s-self defense. Besides we’ve… We’ve been doing things differently in the past decade or two. Less murder and more negotiation. It helps that Papa and Sat drop by and visit. Their nagging helps Dad think things through a bit more logically. I… I know that I have blood and dust on my hands… But… Mr. Ink, sir. I… I really, truly love Heelies. He’s the light of my life, and I… I’ve never realized what it was like to be in love until Heelies came crashing into my life. I… I know that I’m not what you’d hope for in a partner for Heelies, but I try to be worthy of him. I… I know that I’ve become a better person, since I’ve gotten to know him.”

Hmmm… Venus had definitely been taught how to persuade others by Nightmare - that same silver tongue… Wait - dad. Papa. Whoever the fuck Sat was. Ink’s eye lights swirl in a chaotic swirl of colors and shapes as something that he’d been just about to connect for a while now finally slid into place “Wait… You’re Nightmare’s child? Not someone who he picked up in a timeline because he found you to be useful?”

“Yes. I’m his oldest child. Saturn is my younger brother… Did you not know that?” Venus responded, a startled frown appearing on their face.

By the creators, that added another layer of twistedness to all of this! It also explained why Dream was so… Strange when it came to Venus. He had a tangled past with Nightmare, and would of course be aware of Venus’s parentage. Why Dream knew so much about Nightmare, the positive guardian never said. But this… Perhaps with Venus’s death, it would give the dark and destructive lord of negativity a bit of pause to grieve, and give him and the other Star Sanses time to breathe and plan how to deal with the other’s charm offensive. “No, I did not. Is Saturn in the castle as well?” Killing both of Nightmare’s children would surely be a benefit to the multiverse - but he’d settle for the one who had stolen his son’s soul for now.

“No, Sat is usually with papa, or hidden away in some timeline that dad and I can’t get to, due to being negative beings. But papa’s gotten better about that as dad’s calmed down and the two of them have started talking instead of just fighting.” Venus responded.

Ink squinted at the other for a moment, before deciding that they were telling him the truth. He knew that Nightmare didn’t lie with every breath, though the creative guardian didn’t trust the bastard at all. He sent the other a warm smile “Well, this has been a very enlightening talk. It’s just… It’s a pity that you are Nightmare’s child, haha. I was almost convinced that you actually love my son. Goodbye.” He struck as confusion filled the younger being, their movements slowed to the point where Ink was able to strike them down.

Venus had managed to dodge just enough to avoid a completely fatal blow, and the other screamed, their magic reverberating around the castle as a wave of pure negativity hit Ink hard, sending the creative guardian staggering backwards and falling to his knees.

Nightmare himself teleported in, confusion and fear on the other’s face at the gaping, paint-splattered wound, hissing as a couple of tentacles wrapped protectively around his child. “Ink-” The other growled, lunging for the creative guardian.

“Pfhaha… Good luck keeping your child from dusting, Nightmare. Perhaps now you will know the pain that you have inflicted on countless others. Ciao~!” Ink purred, a feral grin on his face as he teleported out of the room, reappearing next to Heelies - who was running towards the dying Venus. “Heeelies, my darling son! Time to come home!” Ink ordered, flicking his magic over his son, even as the other tried and failed to dodge, the other’s form losing cohesion as he turned into a purple puddle, the other’s soul floating on top. He scooped the other up and gently put him in a magically protected mason jar. “You be a good boy now and try not to reform. Papa’s got you. I’ll make sure that you’ll be all better. Besides, the wicked creature who stole your heart won’t be distracting you any more. Papa made sure of that.” With that, he teleported out of the AU, dodging several different bone and blaster attacks from Nightmare’s furious lieutenants.

Heelies was safely ensconced in his arms, bubbling and shifting in the jar in great distress, but the other would settle down soon enough. Ink was sure of that “Shhh… It’s okay… Papa’s got you… Shhh… Things will get better, I promise…”

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loquaciousquark · 5 years

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I am in love with Ever Rise as a whole. It is my fave FenHawke fic ever. My favorite scene in it though would have to be the confrontation that Fenris and Hawke have after the meeting at Hawke's house where he realizes that she's not trying to boast about what she has, but is being vulnerable by showing her home to him. That hit me right in the feels. A close runner up is the boat scene with Isabela.

I am such a sucker for so many parts of this fic even now. It has so many vampire tropes--but hey, that’s why I wrote it, and it’s what I wanted to see with Hawke & Fenris as the principal actors, even when it got borderline ridiculous. That scene at the house was important for a bunch of reasons, not just because it was the point of introduction for most of the remaining cast (including Merrill, Anders, and Bethany, our remaining vampires), but also because it was, as you mentioned, the first moment Fenris gains even the most minimal understanding of Hawke. Prior to this he’s been only defensive, on guard, dead certain this is only a temporary reprieve before she turns on him; this is where she finally manages to break through that shell and he realizes there is a slim chance she might, in fact, not betray him to his deepest enemies at the first opportunity. Who’d’ve thunk?

"Good God," Hawke said then, crossing her arms, and the frank irritation in her voice was startling enough that Fenris backed down another step. "It's like arguing with a wall. Would you stop interrupting me and listen?"

He opened his mouth, but no words came – Hawke glowered at him, and when he still could not find speech he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I asked you here tonight for a very simple reason. It's not grand, and it's not even particularly altruistic, and it certainly has nothing to do with your lyrium." A muscle jumped in her throat but she continued, holding his gaze as if she had her hands to his face. "I just wanted you to meet my friends. My family." Her voice softened. "My sister. And I wanted them to meet you."

Fenris blinked; she shrugged one shoulder, uncomfortable at his open disbelief, and the black shawl slipped to her elbow. "As I said, it wasn't very noble. I only thought that you'd been fighting so well with us that you deserved a chance to…I don't know. See the beast in its natural habitat."

The truth struck him like a thunderbolt.

For several seconds Fenris forgot to breathe, astounded by the revelation, furious that it had taken him so long to realize it. He swallowed once, and then again, and when Hawke met his eyes again he forced himself to find his voice. He said, "You invited me to your home."

Her home, where her sister lived, and where her servants lived, and where she lived, where she slept, where she thought herself to be safe – and him, Fenris, who had tried to kill her the night they had met, who had never spared her more than acrimony and his blade at her back. She had invited him to her home.

He said, his throat dry, "Why?"

The boat scene was important in several ways, too, but its original iteration came about because I wanted to make sure Fenris’s relationships with the other characters were being established outside of the sphere of Hawke’s influence. He needed to be part of the group regardless of her influence; in the same vein (ha!) they needed to respect him for himself, not just tolerate him because Hawke liked him.

It also provided a great opportunity to reveal backstory that was never going to come out as long as Hawke was present in a scene. The Hawke family history was complicated enough as it was (and this is one of the rare fics I’ve written with Bethany alive and Carver dead, so it already felt a little odd), and I wanted to make sure there were ways to explain what had happened without Hawke just sitting down and infodumping everything on Fenris in scene after scene after scene.

I’m not gonna lie, I also wanted one really nice sunny day in the grey twilight of the rest of the fic, haha!

Fenris sighed and shaded his eyes against the sun. The sky was brilliant today, blue and cloudless as a painting, the waters of the Queen's Channel as calm beneath them as glass. Isabela had found him that morning at Hawke's with Varric in tow for a small job of her own, the promise of good weather and calm winds alight in her eyes, and with Hawke asleep and his own health nearly returned Fenris had seen little reason to refuse. The yacht itself belonged to one of Isabela's old flames – or conquests, Fenris wasn't certain – but regardless, after a brief protection mission that morning for some of the man's antiques, Isabela had managed to finagle from the owner the sleek, shallow-lined vessel's use for the afternoon in return. They had spent the day on the channel's open waters in good humor, making use of both the year's last few days of warmth and the yacht's inexplicable but entertaining miniature ballista mounted at the starboard rail.

Which, as Isabela smacked the trigger, launched two clay pigeons into the air in long, whistling streaks.

Fenris swore, one hand going to the little pistol at his waist – but Varric was there first, his ludicrous antique revolver outstretched above him, and with two precise shots the pigeons shattered in quick succession. Isabela rolled her eyes as Fenris, with another curse, began to stretch the rubber strap over the trigger again. "I don't know why we keep trying," she said, thumbing her bandanna away from her forehead. Her dark blue tunic was secured at her waist with a wide leather belt, though the gentle winds managed to catch the soft wide-legged pants she wore to toss them around her ankles. "You win this game every time we play."

"You just can't disguise natural skill, Romani."

"You might make the effort," Fenris grumbled, forcing the band into its notch again.

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thecabinsixwitch · 6 years

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Could you do a Stan x reader with their first kiss?xx

Okay so I actually suck

I just wanna apologize for how long I took to answer this. I had started writing and then forgot to finish it. You may not even care anymore haha oof

Hopefully it’s still enjoyable for some anyway!!

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You never could quite wrap your brain around it, the way his happiness worked. How he could turn it on, but then turn it right back off at the bat of an eyelash, at the roll of his eyes, at the beat of the both of your hearts. But there was always something you were sure of when it came to Stanley Uris: There was no damn way he was ever getting rid of you. To hell with him ever thinking so.

Your friendship began eight years ago, in the Derry Middle School cafeteria. A Tuesday in January. Grilled cheese and tomato soup day. Peanut butter cookies. The works. You had just gotten your food and was on your way back to your class’s table in the cafeteria, when a skinny leg with a blue and green sneaker stuck out and caught itself under your foot. You don’t remember what happened next very well, just the immense pain of your head on the cafeteria tile and your tomato soup painting the floor. A teacher gasping out. The snickering of the boy at your side. A kid with curly hair and a blue polo running towards you.

“What the — hey, a-are you okay?”

“Yeah, just hurts, I... ow!” Pounding. Sharpness like that of a knife.

The next thing, you were being pulled along, gently but with a purpose. Muffled voices of what sounded like Mrs. Beeks, the cafeteria supervisor, some shifty steps of your feet down a hall, and then...

Your hand scratched at the cold, uninviting material under you. One sniff of your surroundings and the flutter of your eyes opening, and you knew: Nurse Lindale’s office.

“Ah, there you are. You feeling better, honey?” Nurse Lindale peered out from behind her round glasses and auburn bangs. She handed you an ice pack, the cold startling on your fingertips.

“I, I don’t... I guess, but what hap-“

“Some jerkwad tripped you,” Another voice cut in. A soft but firm voice. Slightly squeaky and ahead of itself.

You turn. Curls. Blue polo.

“I’m Stanley. You, um, looked like you needed help, so I just..”

“He helped you when know one else stepped in,” said Nurse Lindale with a knowing smile, as she went into her smaller personal office. “Very kind of you, Stanley.”

A dog’s tongue. That’s the pink his bushing cheeks made you think of. Was it dumb? Most definitely. But was it true? You couldn’t deny it.

“Thanks, Stanley. That was really sweet.”

“No problem. No one should be treated like that. Trust me, I get my own fair share of bullying.”

And right as he said it, you noticed the yamaka placed on his sandy brown curls. You nodded. And without taking a beat, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

A month later you had your first real kiss behind the arcade. Richie saw but didn’t say anything to anyone except Eddie. Eddie happily kept the secret, loving the fact that he’d have another inside joke to laugh about with Richie.

Now, here right now, eight years down the line, you sit on the living room couch at Stan’s, his arms around you as you two watch the rest of the Losers guess at whatever the hell Mike’s doing for his turn of charades. Stan places his chin on your head. You think back, feel his heartbeat in the present, listen intently to your friends’ laughter.

Do kisses on the cheek count? Maybe. Maybe not. You consider it important, so you like to remember it. Remember him. The boy from the cafeteria. The boy who helped you and showed you kindness. The boy you’d come to know all too well.

#my hcs #it hc #it hcs #ask #anon #it headcanons #stanley uris #stan uris #stan the man #stanley uris x reader #stan uris x reader #the losers club #it movie 2017 #it movie #it chapter 1 #it chapter one

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chungledown-bimothy · 6 years

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Trust Me: Chapter 6

I’m so sorry it too so long- for some reason, I just couldn’t get into Virgil’s head for this one. Thank you so much for your patience <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 5 AO3 Chapter 7

Warnings: swearing, mention of death/funerals, brief mention of homophobia (it’s as fluffy as this one’s gonna get, y’all)

Word Count: 2023

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Thursday

Virgil stared at the empty conversation for what felt the millionth time, trying to find the right words. Fuck it. I need to just do this. Like a bandaid. I can do this.

[To:Patton]- Hey Patton, this is Virgil.

[To:Patton]- From your coffee shop the other day.

Fuck, that was bad. Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. He opened the case files he brought home to review, trying to distract himself, but gave up after about 10 minutes and started watching The Office for the fifteenth time. He was three episodes in when his phone went off.

[Patton]- Hi!! I hope this doesn't come across as pushy or anything, but do you wanna go out sometime? I'm really bad at communicating through text, and I think you're really cute

[Virgil<3]- it totally doesn't. Yeah, I'd love to meet up. What are you up to on Saturday?

[Patton]- Going to the de Young with you, hopefully? I have a membership

[Virgil<3]- That would be amazing!! I've been dying to go see the Monet exhibition.

[Patton]- Me too! I'll pick you up at noon on Saturday, then?

[Virgil<3]- Sounds great!

[Patton]- I can't wait! I guess I don't need to ask where you live lol

[Virgil<3]- haha yeah I guess not. I'll see you then :)

Virgil put his phone down and took a deep breath. Holy SHIT am I really doing this?? Patton's so cute, but I'm a mess. But it's Monet at the de Young, and Patton seems so… good. Like, too good for me. God, I'm really good fuck this up, aren't I?

[Patton]- Take a deep breath; it's gonna be great. There's absolutely no need to worry :)

… Holy fuck I'm so gay. Patton had attached a selfie with a huge smile and a thumbs-up.

Saturday

Taking a deep breath, Virgil looked in the mirror and adjusted his tie. He didn't even wear ties to work, but a date to see Monet's works in person deserved better than his everyday work attire, let alone his usual weekend outfit of a t-shirt, an old hoodie with purple plaid patches, and black jeans. He tried not to think about the last time he wore the black tie, but he couldn't shut the train of thought off fast enough.

It's raining. Of course it is. He loved the rain so much; it's only fitting it's raining when we have to say goodbye.

"He'd hate that we're all here being sad, you know. He'd say we were being lame and that he deserves something more fabulous. He'd also be pissed that I'm talking to you, not him, at an event about him, even if it is his funeral. So, Remy, you dramatic, self-absorbed ass, I'm standing in front of all of these people, and I'm gonna talk to just you.

First of all, I'm more sorry than I can say. You told me he would be willing to break his rules, and I didn't trust you. You were always right, and I hated that. If you were here, you'd tell me to shut the fuck up and say that I know I love you. I absolutely and completely love you. And that's why it kills me that I couldn't protect you. You weren't just my partner, you were my best friend, and I failed at the absolute minimum. God, Remy, you deserved so much better. I'm sorry I couldn't be better.

But fuck this melancholy shit. You told me once that you wanted to put the 'fun' in funeral. So, everybody," Virgil continued, addressing the crowd again, "as Remy said so often, 'let's cut the shit and drink'. Scandals downtown is ready and waiting for us to fuck shit up in his memory."

Coming back to the present, Virgil wiped the tear from his cheek and rolled up the sleeves of his purple dress shirt. Patton's gonna be here any minute; I need to finish getting ready.

Before he knew it, there was a knock at the door. He took a deep breath and was glad he did when he opened the door and briefly forgot how to breathe, because standing there on his doorstep was 5 feet and 7 inches of the most beauty Virgil had ever seen in one person. Patton wasn't the most conventionally attractive- whereas society as a whole prized hard lines and defined muscles, Patton was soft lines and the kindest eyes imaginable. Virgil couldn't explain why, but Patton exuded kindness and trustworthiness. He didn't realize he'd been staring until the sound of a throat clearing startled him.

"Oh, um, I was staring, huh?" Virgil asked, embarrassed.

Patton nodded, blushing. "Yeah, but I was too. You look really good."

"Thanks, you do too, but I guess you already knew that I feel that way." In his efforts to avoid eye contact, Virgil noticed the pin on Patton's shirt- simply reading 'they/them'. "Are those your pronouns?"

"Yeah, they are." Patton's posture immediately shifted- standing straighter and narrowing their eyes. "Is that a problem?"

"Not in the slightest." He smiled when Patton visibly relaxed, their megawatt smile returning in full force.

"Wonderful! Now, let's go see some art almost as beautiful as you. I'll drive." Patton winked and started walking. It took Virgil a second to remember how to breathe, let alone move, but he quickly caught up once he did. He stopped short again when he saw their car- a classic black VW Beetle in perfect condition.

"Holy shit, Patton. Your car is gorgeous."

"Oh my goodness thank you! She was my dad's."

"Like I said, it's- she's beautiful. Maintenance must be a nightmare, though. What year is she?"

"1955. Maintenance isn't that bad- my dad taught me how to keep her in shape after I came out in high school. He thought getting my hands dirty would turn me into 'a real man'."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Pat." They shrugged.

"It's no big deal. Joke's on him- I'm still queer as hell, but now I can keep this beauty in good shape. Get in! She's old, but she won't bite!" Laughing, Virgil got in the car, and they left for the museum.

"Monet was a founder of Impressionism as a counterpoint to Realism, which had been popular for about ten years before Impressionism started developing and twenty-four years before the term Impressionism was first used.

Realism grew in popularity with the rise of photography; artists wanted their works to look objectively real, and strove to remove emotion. They largely focused on the working class and depicted life as it was, without any sentimentality or heroism.

Monet never really bought into that. His early works works, though chronologically in the Realism era, were always painted with intense emotion, and he rarely painted people. He began playing with the concept that what we understand of reality is just our perception, and he was far from alone in those thoughts. Marx held that belief as well, going further and saying that all we have in our minds are ideologies, not facts or truths, and they act as filters, shaping everything we experience.

Rousseau died two centuries before the rise of Impressionism, but he summed up the philosophy well when he said 'I feel before I think'. Monet's paintings, while indistinct and 'messy' up close, evoke strong emotion only when one looks at the piece as a whole. We feel it before we get close enough to see and think about what it's really made of." Strictly speaking, Virgil didn't need to be speaking softly into Patton's ear with his hand on their waist, standing so closely behind them that he could feel the movement of their chest with each breath. Neither of them, however, would ever dream of complaining.

Patton reluctantly stepped out of Virgil's embrace and turned to look at him in awe. "That's incredible, Virgil. How do you know all that?"

"Oh, um, thanks. I really like art philosophy, and Monet is my favorite artist. I dunno, something about making order out of chaos is really calming."

"I feel the same way! Life is sorta like a puzzle, or Monet's brush strokes. Each one, taken individually, doesn't make much sense. We all feel and experience things like that, things that are confusing or sometimes even scary. But as we keep going, we find more and more pieces, and things make more and more sense. Feeling like a half-missing puzzle set is okay, as long as we remember the big picture. If any of that makes sense." Patton chuckled nervously, scratching behind his ear.

"No, it made perfect sense. What would you say the big picture is?"

"Well, I'd say it's doing as much good as possible. Whether it's big things, like being a doctor, firefighter, or teacher, like my brother, or small things, like putting a smile on someone's face with a pun or a good cup of coffee. It's our duty as people to make the world around us a better place, however we can."

"That's a really beautiful way of looking at things, Patton." Virgil gave them a small smile. He started to say more, but he was interrupted by the growling of his stomach. "Oh, shit. I was so nervous this morning, I forgot to eat. Wanna go to the cafe and get lunch? My treat, since you still haven't let me pay you back for the coffee."

"I told you, it was a gift! And don't think for a second that I didn't notice that you tipped almost triple what you would have paid if I had charged you." Their smirk was only slightly lessened by the fact that they had to tilt their head back slightly to make eye contact.

"You got me there, but I'm still buying. No, stop that- no amount of puppy dog eyes can change my mind."

"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying." Patton shrugged. "Alright, let's go get some food. You're already almost alarmingly skinny- if we don't get some food in you, you might disappear altogether." Patton started walking backwards towards the cafe, not breaking eye contact.

"Hey! I'm a perfectly normal weight for my height." Virgil started walking too, shaking his head.

"Which is what, 6'3? You need to eat more than the average person, not less. Skipping meals isn't good for you, kiddo."

"I know that. You're just really cute, and I got nervous," he admitted, blushing.

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Now come on, let's eat." They winked before turning around and skipping away. Virgil followed, completely smitten.

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"Mr. Dean, a minute?" Logan called after his least favorite student. It was almost 7 pm- students on campus at this hour outside of football season was unheard of, and the last game of the season was weeks ago.

"Greetings and salutations, Mr. Reed. It's JD, though. Mr. Dean is my father." He sauntered to Logan, disdain clear on his face. Logan couldn't be sure if it was towards himself, Mr. Dean, or both.

"Yes, erm, JD, what are you doing on campus so late? Your attendance record in my class alone indicates a disinclination towards being here during school hours, let alone so late."

"That's just the thing, Mr. Reed. No one wants me to be here now."

"Ah, I see. A contrarian. It's not safe to be out here alone, however. The sun set hours ago, and there's a killer on the loose, if the news is to be believed. Come with me, I'll drive you home."

"Thanks, sir, but I'm fine. I'm a fighter, you see. Let the bastard come after me- it'll be the last mistake he ever makes."

"Save the bravado for your peers. I will not take no for an answer- if anything happened to you, it would be on my conscience. My car is in the parking lot. Go." Logan commanded.

"If you insist." He gave a mocking bow before turning away from Logan and walking to the car. If he turned back around, he would have seen a cold, malicious smile spread across his teacher's face. He didn't turn around.

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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May 19 Bevel’s Movie Night -

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Pilot/The Tagger/The Slump/M.E. Time, Steven Universe: Lion 2: The Movie/Beach Party/Rose’s Room/Coach Steven

Prowl continues to like Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

He managed to get into an argument with a Predacon Queen. (Considering that he’s gotten into an argument with god himself, that’s actually not too surprising out of Prowl.)

Bevel ((i'm ready whenever y'all are Jazz [[ i'm ready ]] VProwl ((ready)) Jazz [[ god i love this show ]] [[ how many episodes are we watching?? ]] VProwl ((same)) Bevel ((i could rewatch this show a million times Bevel ((i'm gonna skip the tagger unless y'all don't mind watching it again in stream? VProwl ((i don't mind)) Jazz [[ i love it pls don't skip ]] Bevel ((then i will not Jazz [[ i forgot about charles' ridiculous crush on rosa ]] ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave jerks awake. Is this the police show again? He should pay attention. Find out more about how these things are supposed to work.* Omicron ((*peers in and waves*)) Bevel ((heya, icy-mun Omicron ((hiiii 😊)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((WHO CAPTIONED THIS WHY ARE THE NAMES LOWERCASE)) Jazz [[ these captions 😕///// ]] Bevel ((someone very lazy? Jazz [[ but they captialize chubby Cheeks ]] ItsyBitsySpyers [[Congratulations. He killed a statue.]] Bevel It was a very dangerous statue. ItsyBitsySpyers *Streeeeetch and settle. He rubs his helm with his own feeler.* VProwl *arrives late. considering how streams have been going this month, is expecting something else horrible that he's barely going to be able to tol— OH HEY IT'S BROOKLYN NINE-NINE.* Omicron ((you have no idea how tempting to poof icy in her human form right now)) VProwl *dammit he missed the start.* Bevel *it is! she remembers he liked it last time she showed some* ItsyBitsySpyers *Pings Prowl.* Jazz [[ i think steve rogers would enjoy b99 ]] Bevel ((there's at least a couple of crossover fics Omicron *Icy falls in, sits up, pretends nothing happened.* Bevel *waves to Icy* VProwl *pings back. belatedly. he's a little distracted by the show.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Startles slightly. And by slightly I mean he aims the feeler at Icy and powers it up for a second.* *...He'll just. Put that back on his lap.* VProwl *startles because Soundwave startles.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He apologizes.]] VProwl S'fine. Omicron *Predacon is checking over her frame as if making sure all limbs are in place. Sits up, missed the fleeler, yep, nothing happened* hi. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Why does he want them all to wear - what are those weapons called. Nooses?]] Bevel He called it a tie. VProwl If they're colorful it's for fashion, not strangulation. Omicron ugh, cloths. annoying things in general ......why is he in colorful ice cream? ItsyBitsySpyers [[It is dangerous fashion. ... Why do enforcers need to care about fashion.]] VProwl You'll see. ItsyBitsySpyers *Wait, so this is a thing Prowl knows too? He stares for a second before looking back to the screen.* VProwl *he's seen this episode before.* *shoulders tremble. GREATLY appreciates how Holt handled that.* Jazz [[ my mom called me away and i missed the gay reveal AND the speedo reveal, damn ]] Omicron *Icy stretches out where she can, looking around and wondered if there was someone willing to give scritches....* VProwl *points at the screen. that's why the fashion matters.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Slow nod.* Bevel ((hello, ika, i don't recognize your name, who do you play? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He used to insist that his deployers color coordinate with his paint, for similar reasons.]] *Soft huff.* [[Obviously no longer the case.]] ika Hey Bevel ((yes hey, who are you on tumblr? ika ? I am just here I wanna watch the show Bevel ((ah, ok, this is an IC event for RP purposes. The room should have been locked. VProwl ((this is a roleplay stream)) Omicron *Ice queen peers at soundwave and prowl.... and then eyes Bevel* Bevel *peers back* VProwl ... I've looked into "numerology" before. It's not what it sounds like. It's actually rather disappointing. Although I appreciate the rigorous mathematics that go into it. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave senses someone staring at him and looks over at Ice Queen for a second.*

[[...What IS it? Numerology.]] Omicron *leans over to Bevel, sniffing....and predacon head in the lap* Bevel Hi! *pets Icy on the top of the head carefully* VProwl It's fortune telling based on numbers. Omicron *starts to deeply purring as the pet/scritches start* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...So it is pretending to do what you actually do?]] VProwl More or le— *looks at Soundwave. you think he can predict the future?* Omicron *purr* ItsyBitsySpyers *Not in THOSE terms, but.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...What?]] VProwl *... leans on Soundwave. pingpingping.* Bevel But the punishment for drawing stuff is not very bad is it? ItsyBitsySpyers *...He's confused about what suddenly caused this, but he will settle into the lean, ping affection back, and keep watching.* [[If it were, Buzzsaw would spend more time in the cells.]] Bevel ...oh yeah, that is true. VProwl No, but he has an ally in high places and can still destroy Peralta's career. ItsyBitsySpyers [[And so would whoever spent those days writing Prowl Is Right. Even if he is.]] Bevel ...yeah. VProwl *is today Interuniversal Stroke Prowl's Ego day?* Bevel *pointedly not looking at Prowl or Soundwave* Omicron *growls at screen* Bevel This guy is rude. Omicron ((I hope he does the right thing....)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[He still thinks this deputy commissioner should be punished for abuse of power. Harshly.]] VProwl The property defacer should be punished and the deputy commissioner should be punished even more. Bevel Yay! Omicron haha ((that's when I was born)) VProwl *Prowl loves this show. It's so optimistic.* Omicron I agree with prowl *belatedly, also she knows she's horrible saying that* Bevel ...*wants to see Robocop now* VProwl I can't believe they left Hot Fuzz off the list. ItsyBitsySpyers [[The twins tell him Robocop is quite interesting.]] *Taps thigh.* [[Was the Hot Fuzz film created yet?]] Bevel I like Rosa. What is Hot Fuzz about? ItsyBitsySpyers *And doesn't see anything wrong with agreeing with Prowl. But, y'know. Biased.* VProwl Yes, five years before this. Omicron *Icy tilts head....any more scritches or does she have to risk the others?* Bevel *nah, she's been pretty consistent about scritching Icy* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Wart?]] VProwl A very professional city cop is sent to a very sloppy rural district. Omicron *okay, Icy's purring* ((woot! Thunder!)) ItsyBitsySpyers *Checks the datanet for "wart".* *...Oh. Strange flesh growths. Okay. Organics being disgusting organics. Nothing new there.* Omicron ((Duude that thunder clap was a good six seconds)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((!!! be safe!)) Omicron ((I'm not going for my walk)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[This will not end well at all.]] Omicron pffft ItsyBitsySpyers [[A talented youngling.]] Omicron are all autobot offices like this? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hah.]] VProwl *the premise of this episode has always been incredibly bizarre to Prowl. trying to recruit new police officers? recruiting people? into a job they didn't already have?* Are all Autobot offices like what? But I'm inclined to say no, not at all. ItsyBitsySpyers *What's wrong with wanting a different job.* VProwl *nothing, but "the ability to choose different jobs, much less recruit someone into a different job" and "Prowl working in the police" have never been two conditions that have existed simultaneously.* Bevel Oh no, poor Terry. VProwl *until the last five months. but they've gotten nowhere close to recruiting.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Very true.*

*Perhaps they should get a civilian to do it. You know. Once they've gotten the house in order. Ish.* VProwl *who on all of Cybertron has ever had experience RECRUITING someone for DIFFERENT JOBS?* Omicron *lifts head and staaaaaaaaares* ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh, he doesn't know... mechs who decided to throw a wrench in the social works and refuse to perform the tasks they were assigned. Maybe a few who ran off to join a war against such things.* VProwl *no see you're referring to terrorist soldiers convincing other people to be terrorist soldiers. that's not /job recruitment./* ItsyBitsySpyers *Everyone has to start somewhere.* VProwl *"you should hate the thing you do" ≠ "you would love doing this thing over here"* Bevel ((me as a cop Omicron *confused....okay wants to get scritches* VProwl *and that moment right there is one of the many reasons Prowl appreciates Holt* Bevel *pets Icy some more* Omicron *Puuuurrrrrrrrrrssssss* ItsyBitsySpyers *Sounds like Buzzsaw. So much.* Omicron *PUUURRRR* VProwl *ooh. murder mystery date night.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((i'm dying lmfao)) Bevel ((omfg prowl no ItsyBitsySpyers *Slowly looks over at Bevel to see if she's cringing.* Bevel *...she may have flinched* ItsyBitsySpyers *Tiny tremble.* Omicron *purring bad?* Bevel *purring is fine, she scritches Icy some more* VProwl ... I'd like to learn to do that. On—to be clear, on Cybertronians, not humans. Omicron .... *eyes prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Where is it taught?]] Omicron I would rather not... VProwl Nowhere, right now. ((im jake)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[Do you have anyone who knows?]] Bevel We have a forensics officer on our planet? Omicron ......is it bad I would rather eat someone rather then take them apart? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Ravage would say not.]] VProwl We've currently got a couple of... fffreelance medical examiners, I guess you could call them. And some doctors who have performed the duties before but aren't currently trained. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Perhaps the one Bevel spoke of could be of use? To you.]] VProwl No, Iacon presently has enough to meet our needs. ItsyBitsySpyers [[No, no. To -you.- ]] VProwl They're... *sigh* Not the best trained I've ever seen, but— Oh. What? Me? I run the CSF, I don't have time to be trained in miscellaneous forensic investigative fields. Bevel Maybe they could help train some of the bots in your universe? ItsyBitsySpyers *A light huff.* [[You will have at least one Monday free.]] Bevel Or that! VProwl I can't learn to do full autopsies on a /Monday./ ItsyBitsySpyers [[You can watch one.]] VProwl I've watched thousands. Omicron what about a different world that runs on a different time? Bevel Oh yeah, there are a bunch of those. VProwl If I'm going to one of those, it'd better be to use that excess time to deal with the cases I already have on hand. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave lifts a hand. He'll let this be as it is for now.* [[As you wish. But he does think you should learn what you can when you can. If only /because/ you can. ]] VProwl ... That philosophy seems... irresponsibly self-indulgent. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's never been called that before.]] VProwl Well. Maybe if you'd taken another vacation day or two. ItsyBitsySpyers *STARE.* Bevel *claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle* ItsyBitsySpyers [[That is not an argument likely to convince him to spend more time on the one coming up.]] Omicron *snorts* you both could get an insecticon cleaning VProwl Sorry. I'm joking. Take a longer vacation. ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh no.* VProwl *tenses at the suggestion.* ... What? *he doesn't understand the suggestion but it involves Insecticons and therefore it's not good.* Bevel What is an Insecticon cleaning? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He prefers to be responsible for his own cleaning.]] Omicron I have worker insectocons, they're about human sized. But they love to make things and people shiny. Bevel ...that is a cool sword. VProwl Absolutely NOT. Omicron Workers are harmless, you have not seen them using all limbs to skate with scrubbers over the floor *snorts, but looks fond* VProwl *freezes* No. Omicron okay *tilts head to get scritches again?* Bevel I think I like cleaning myself. *scritches* VProwl *tiny bugs crawling all over and under his armor.* Omicron They only clean someone now with permission. Bevel That is good. Getting cleaned without permission is really annoying. ItsyBitsySpyers *Doesn't want to ping too soon but doesn't want to seem inattentive... perhaps a casual redirection?*

@P: [[You didn't have to apologize for joking. He was not upset.]] Bevel This is not going very well at all. Omicron no but the youngling is trying VProwl @S «If it's discouraged you even more than you already were from taking a proper vacation, then it's doing you harm and should be apologized for.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[It did not. He was merely pointing that out. He already decided on his vacation length last week.]] VProwl @S «... Don't let it discourage you from taking longer vacation sin the future.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He will consider it if this one is n--]] *Flinch* VProwl *winces* ItsyBitsySpyers *Whatever that stone is, he doesn't like it.* Omicron *rumbles* ItsyBitsySpyers *What was he thinking.*

@P: [[If this one is not of sufficient length after all.]] VProwl @S «I think you have a rather skewed view of what makes a sufficient length.» *points at the screen.* Moriarty. ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He 'retired' for two years. It was... dull.]] *Points at the screen as well.* [[And glitches.]] Bevel Nope. VProwl @S «There's a difference between retirement and vacation.» It's probably generating a world too large for the program. ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Very little. Only the intent to return to work. Which, as it turns out, he did after all.]] Omicron hmm ItsyBitsySpyers ((it's a faaaaaaaaake)) VProwl ((lsdkfjlg)) Bevel ((lol VProwl @S «How would you know? You've never had a two year vacation.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He has heard stories.]] VProwl @S «You need something to adequately fill the time. Which is why I tried to recommend some shows. ... Apparently that was offensive.» Omicron *gives bevel a nudge and nuzzle in thanks for all the pets and scritches around her horns* ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[It is not. He apologizes for causing you to think so. He values your recommendations.]] VProwl @S «You accused me of trying to get rid of you.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He apologizes for that as well. It was uncalled for.]] *Small attention draw toward screen* VProwl *what do they mean, fuse—* Bevel ...WHOA ItsyBitsySpyers *Leans back* Bevel *Bevel loves her* ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh no.* VProwl *oh. ew. ugh. no. bluh. yuck. ick. ack. egh. eugh.* Omicron *impressed* ItsyBitsySpyers *And it's smashing things.* Omicron ....oh my VProwl *well. it'd been a good night.* Bevel ((me and cro VProwl ((i realize that pearl is an alien, but)) Bevel ((lesbian culture VProwl ((*points* pearl is too gay to understand this)) ItsyBitsySpyers *Leans forward again.* [[Singing?]] Bevel *oh cool singing* Omicron *hums* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...If she is making these words up on the spot, she is very g-- ah, dancing too.]] [[And somewhat sensible, as well.]] VProwl *well, the spontaneous singing is weird. maybe it's a cultural thing?* Bevel *giggles* VProwl *but otherwise—he likes pearl even more now.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[That's not how four wheel drive works.]] Bevel It should be. VProwl *shudders* ItsyBitsySpyers *Sincerely hopes this has a good ending.* Bevel Aw no, she is mean. VProwl *focuses on Pearl. Very hard, on Pearl, and nobody and nothing except for Pearl.* Bevel ...Pearl 😔 Omicron *tilts her head* VProwl *Go Pr— Pearl. beat the combiner that's deva—destroying the beach.* *projecting? who?* Bevel That. Was. AWESOME! VProwl *... shoulders slump in relief.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Tiny applause clip.* Omicron *chirps!* ItsyBitsySpyers *......................Checks his records of earlier documentaries for something.* Bevel Did you see how she outsmarted Sugilite? ItsyBitsySpyers *A love song about music? Also listening and recording that.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Aha. He was right. Which poses an interesting question - but not one he will ask around the others just yet. Patience, patience.* [[Excellent song.]] Omicron *nods, predacon streaches out again* Bevel Tonight was fun. I am glad I showed this stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He appreciates that you did.]] *There were things he was interested in, and he's pretty sure Prowl needed that last one.* VProwl *soundwave is very wrong* *watching pearl win was +7 points but watching sugilite happen was -15 points* ItsyBitsySpyers *He can be, from time to time. He's not the better bot at math like that, after all.* Omicron *Ice Queen glances over at prowl, head tilting* VProwl ... How many of them do that? *she may observe that Prowl continues to look very normal.* Bevel The fusions? VProwl Yes. Bevel Um, well, Opal was really quiet and we have not seen anyone else. Pearl said her and Garnet fusing would have been less like Sugilite so maybe whoever they are is less mean. Omicron .... *pings prowl for the first time, crosshing her forelegs and giving Bevel a lick out of habit* VProwl "Opal"? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Wait. Opal?]] VProwl *who in the world is pinging him?* Bevel Amethyst and Pearl fused! VProwl @I «... Yes? Prowl here.» Bevel I think you were away, Prowl. VProwl ... So all of them. ItsyBitsySpyers [[They did?]] *Pause.* [[Did they dance, too?]] *No. Damn it. Wrong priorities.* Bevel No dancing, but she sang a little! She also killed a buncha birds with a bow and arrow. I can give you the record? VProwl No. Bevel ...oh, ok, Prowl. Should I tell you if they fuse again? Omicron @P ::are you afraid of insecticons? *yes blunt* I had considered taking a worker with me one of these times. But I can leave them behind.:: VProwl @I «Of course not.» *he said, like a liar.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((TAKE OFF THAT PROWL MASK, SWERVE)) Bevel ((lol ((get the paddy wagon VProwl ((ouo)) Omicron @P ::.....I dont think thats true. *teeeemped but shes a mature queen now, vents and snorts* alright. If you are....what's the word...:: Omicron @P ::Adversed? I can keep them on the Dreaded wings. but the workers are truly harmless for what its worth.:: VProwl @I «Then I think that you are impertinent and rude. Do not presume to tell me my own opinions.» Omicron @P :: I'm also a pirate and a predacon queen on top of those.:: *well, that's what she gets for attempting to be nice, snorts cold steam and starts to get up* VProwl @I «I don't know whether you're offering your job titles in an attempt to support or protest my assessment. I also don't really care. Is that all that you wanted, then—to ask me about my feelings and then inform me I'm wrong about them?» Omicron *pauses and swings head around to stare* *opens jaws, then growls* VProwl @I «I'll take that as a yes.» *ends the comm.* Bevel *blinks in confusion at Icy suddenly getting up and--whoa whoa growling, she scrambles up to stand* ItsyBitsySpyers *Slowly lifts a feeler. He has no idea what's going on - Prowl's comms are something he doesn't touch, out of unusual respect - but he will shoot or strangle if necessary.* Omicron Alright Prowl, I said I didn't bereave you not that I was forcing moods on you. and I was trying to make an offer not to add stress to these present evenings. My hatchlings are one thing. VProwl *without looking away from the screen, slowly leans over and tries to push the feeler back down. Don't get into a fight to defend a hologram.* ItsyBitsySpyers *It's a principle-of-the-thing thing. But he'll let it be pushed down. For now.* VProwl Oh, you've decided to involve the whole room in a private discussion. Hm. Omicron I may not be the best at terms, I realize for primus sake *lifts head and starts to turn, pauses and growls and -growls- as she realizes she forgot the coms* Omicron For primus fragging piece of *lapses into predacon but somethings about stupid comms and not ever really working them right comes out as she starts to get up, something...she hates internal coms and...may not always able to work hers* VProwl *politely ignores.* Omicron ((Icy = internal comms are frustrating sometimes. <<;;;;)) Bevel *reaches out to pat Icy on the neck in an attempt to calm her down while she looks worriedly between her and Prowl* I think it is time to call it a night. VProwl Sorry to have disturbed the peace. *will also politely not mention that he wasn't the one who switched to audible conversation.* ItsyBitsySpyers This message has been removed. Bevel It is ok, no one disturbed anything. VProwl ((*edits post*)) Bevel ((totally did yep VProwl ((why delete post u inspired the switch to peace. take credit for writing better cop dialogue than me)) ((*holds cro on high*)) Bevel ((yess good Omicron *rumbling growling still, keeps from lashing her tail and lifts head up, trying really hard to stay calm. Stops growling. and with as much grace as she can dips head to Bevel, Prowl and Soundwave* thank you for the evening, and it was nice to see you two as well. *She's trying to be mature queen* ItsyBitsySpyers ((*is afraid of heights, tries to wiggle down*))

*Soundwave stiffly nods his helm as well. He's still partially in prepare-to-battle mode.* Bevel *applies a little more pressure to the spot where she's touching Icy's neck and then nods and smiles* You are welcome. VProwl ((... *puts cro down and Will Smiths at instead*)) Omicron I'm not going to eat anyone Bevel. Apparently I had another....moment. I'll leave ItsyBitsySpyers ((*accepts this*)) ((the will smith i mean)) Bevel I know. *one of her favorite people is a literal cannibal and she doesn't worry about him eating anyone... at movie nights, she doesn't know what Ravage does when he's not at movies 99.99999% of the time* ItsyBitsySpyers *Great and terrible things.* Omicron *looks at Soundwave, she had not ment harm, puts extra feeling into that before* @P :: For what its worth comms are hard. And I'm sorry for offending.:: *she moves away now, there, Icy Adult-ed* VProwl *ping of acknowledgment.* Omicron *Icy hopes into her bridge* ((*still wants to listen though*)) ItsyBitsySpyers *...This looks fun.* Bevel ((of course, 😸 VProwl *well. he might shortly need an excuse to stop coming.* Bevel *nooooo* VProwl *doesn't think "exhausted from constant reminders of having his mind broken into and trashed" is an adequate excuse.* Bevel *it is, though Bevel would try to find things that wouldn't remind Prowl of terrible things if she knew* VProwl *ah but that would involve saying something* *maybe he should pull some more double shifts. that'll help him feel better.* Bevel *well, as long as he enjoys himself* ItsyBitsySpyers *Nudges Prowl's knee and sends coordinates to the other Cybertron with a curious marker. Does Prowl want to go home? Three rough things in a night, and all...* VProwl @S «... What's there?» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[If you would prefer it, both of us. Or only you.]] VProwl @S «No, what's the place? Where are we going?» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Ah. He has no idea. Buildings, one or more roads. Perhaps a working streetlight, if the grid hasn't malfunctioned.]] [[Space for a dr... a walk, even.]] [[Or a drive. He has practiced.]] VProwl @S «............ Why there, then?» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Because Bevel thinks it is time to call this location a night, he enjoys your company, and he thought you might not care to be here after that... whatever happened.]] @P: [[And it is not crowded.]] VProwl @S «But why THERE? Why do you want to go to a random street corner instead of one of our places? Or SOME kind of destination.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He doubts he can go to your place, you will be at Dancitron soon enough, and he thought it might be pleasing to enjoy peace, quiet, and the existence of a living planet. If you would rather go to either of his living spaces, however, he does not mind.]] VProwl @S «......... Okay.» *he lives and works on that living planet, but, sure, he'll try it out, he guesses.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Well, Prowl already said he wouldn't come with Soundwave where he's going on vacation, so...*

@P: [[If you do not find it as relaxing as him, we can go somewhere else. He will have plenty of time to be at a spot of his own choosing soon enough.]]

*Soundwave lightly bunts Prowl's shoulder with his crest before rising.*

@P: [[Pahvo, by the way.]] VProwl *rises with him* @S «You found the coordinates? It survived the war intact?» ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave nods his helm toward Bevel.*

[[He must thank you for telling him of your discovery, Bevel.]] *An answer and an expression of gratitude all at once. Multitasking!* Bevel *huh? oh, oh right, she beams* VProwl *ah. of course. the one who found the records to begin with.* Bevel I wanted to make sure it was still safe and I know you do to. ItsyBitsySpyers *Suddenly not looking at either of them. My, what an interesting wall across the way.*

[[He was curious.]] VProwl *who you tryna fool* *go enjoy your pacific telepath trees* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soon, soon.* Bevel Uh-huh. Good night, Soundwave. Good night, Prowl. *drops back down onto her couch* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hmph. Goodnight.]]

*Looks at Prowl. Shall they, then? Meet him there?* VProwl *as long as he's hotspotting off Soundwave's projector, he plans on just following him through the bridge.* ItsyBitsySpyers *In that case, he'll open one and start through it.* VProwl *follows*

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