#the green screen is so annoying so i made it b&w

[life-or-something-like-lt]

Javier Botet as Slender Man Slender Man(2018) behind the scenes

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

25 February 2023 Turday Saturday 🪐 4:03 am pdt

I remembered reading 📖 a little something in the Bible about a red belt. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I’m being gas ⛽️ lit 🔥 by the incubus Bcz I have difficulty finding it online & again in the Bible. 4:04 pmpdt I can’t remember the details. I feel like the incubus is holding back the complete memory (right heel pain 4:05 am pdt) was it something about punishment???? 4:06 am pdt I think I found it near the end of 2017. & it makes me remember that Q put a red belt on me sometime after august (4:13 am pdt 2007) 2017, Bcz I was wearing a sleeveless pale blue top 🔝 w/ orange flowers 🌺. I was also wearing cotton gloves 🧤 Bcz my eczema was probably bad. She put it on me I thought 💭 Bcz she was into fashion. 4:11 am pdt there was also a picture she wrote a comment or caption probably sometime late 2007 (4:13 am pdt diarrhea 😖😫😩😭)

8:52 am pdt 8:53 am I’m now wondering 💭 if incubus had s*x w/ Q. cont’d: she put a caption or comment something about: look 👀 like models on a summer day in a magazine hot 🥵 dog 🐶 on a stick

..... I don’t remember exactly what she wrote.... I remember the hot (lung -right , pain 8:56 am pdt) dog 🐶 on a stick the most. Autocorrect said: stop story... 8:57 am pdt—-> hot =haughty b*txh. I thought 💭 nothing about it until end of 2017/2018. 8:59 am pdt

I thought 💭 only maybe 🤔 she has autism a little bit, synthesia? Is it called like associating taste 👅 or colors w/ stuff like numbers. So I immediately dismissed the caption/comment. 9:01 am pdt

in 2011? She went to SoCal w/o me for Coachella. Didn’t invite me even though it was my bday one of this days. I was ok w/ it Bcz I was in& out w/my feelings. A week or more b4 that she messaged me if I would want to see the Harry Potter movie 🎥 w/ her when it’s in the theaters 🎭 I think I replied yes. 9:04 am pdt probably was a bad idea. Probably should have tried something that required more talking. In 2014? Incubus got back tattoo of siren holding a large skull 💀. Now I think 🤔 about the pictures at least 2 that Q had on her camera 📸 & uploaded to Facebook. My head looked 👀 abnormally large, especially I think 🤔 I still? Saw 🪚 those up 🆙 in end of 2017/2018? In summer 2007 she also introduced me to a guy 3 years? Younger than me w/ the same birthday 🎂 as me. Year of the dragon 🐉. 9:10 am pdt during fall 2007 I see a picture of Q on Facebook in a poll on attractiveness & it’s the one ☝️ she’s wearing a furry lined looking hood & her pale green eyes 👀 (which she mentioned casually as hazel but also it stood out strangely. Hazel eyes we were just wasting time it was always you 🎶🎼🎵🎤 9:14 am pdt) (she also went to a maroon 5 concert 🎵 w/o me I think 🤔 in 2007?) her eyes 👀 in the picture are photoshopped to look pixelated to mimic computer 👩🏻‍💻 screen probably. I think 🤔 that picture had an upload date of 12/22/2007? In end of year (tummy ache 😖 #3 pain 9:19 am pdt) I post a picture of incubus back tattoo on her Facebook wall & she gave it a thumb up 🆙 👍 then I wrote back “wrong answer.” Her last name makes me think 💭 of 💀. But Bcz she sings 🎤 her ex called her a siren 🚨 🧜‍♀️ . 9:21 am pdt Ariel the little mermaid 🧜‍♀️ I guess is why? He had a younger sister so he probably watched the movie? In the odyssey mermaids 🧜‍♀️? Are called sirens 🚨? & lure sailors to their death ☠️. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if it’s all coincidence or if Q was actually up 🆙 to something that involved doing stuff to me, & killing me. 9:25 am pdt in end of 2017 it annoyed me maybe that she cock blocked me from “the cute one’s name” & my mom was possessed by the incubus to make it sound authentic that he really liked me which she doesn’t remember 9:27 am pdt. But “music is my boyfriend” is on MySpace. & the pictures online made it look like they her & incubus were flirting. I jumped to conclusions I should have never jumped to. I probably should not be making any conclusions now either. 9:30 🕤 am pdt but if my conclusions were true, maybe the chronology is a little out of order, then it’s like why you gotta take all the guys who don’t bite???? Why you gotta take all the guys???? Why couldn’t she just let me try that guy if she had incubus? 9:34 am pdt I think 🤔 that in 2017, he had Twitter activity back in 2011? I hav to double check. I think 🤔 it’s gone now but there was stuff about Coachella. It seemed to indicate maybe 🤔 he had an interest in going? & then it seemed at the time she went, last minute he indicated he was not going.... wish it was still up 🆙 so I can reconfirm. 9:37 am pdt 9:38 am I’m probably losing my hip bones 🦴 now. 😞😤🥵😤🥵back hot 🥵 slight difficulty breathing. I should not have made all those assumptions. My reasoning is probably bizarre & I should not think 💭 anything of it especially back then. Incubus + company severely punished me for it. I’m weird. I ranted about an article interview that he bragged he was trying to impress one girl w/ his music 🎶 and but seemed to take no interest or didn’t notice but he attracted her best friend instead. Those people are still a mystery to me. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if the identity of those women were revealed. But w/ the way Q suddenly started saying in her best friend even though she had many friends on Facebook, I probably should not have believed her?9:44 am pdt

10:23 am pdt incubus has been threatening a hysterectomy since 2017.

10:24 am pdt I guess it doesn’t matter that I’ve been trying not to be whore. That I’ve been celibate most of my life. It only matters what I did to Q Bcz that was the ultimate test. & what I did w/ Scott. & the other 3 guys. Or that Q believed probably in destiny? For whatever reason... I guess she thinks I’m a b*tch, even though I tried to be nice to her & bought her jewelry that was expensive to me/for me to spend on anyone. There was a former elementary school 🏫 classmate of mine who coincidentally became her neighbor around 2007. Q told me she was weird, her whole family is weird & her boyfriend is weird. Q invited her over to swim 🏊‍♀️ at the pool 🏊‍♀️ party 🎉 at her house 🏠. Me being weird again I scare off my former friend who was also coincidentally has the same first name as the artist 👩🏽‍🎨 classmate I told Q about who likes Godzilla movies. 10:32 am pdt my former elementary school 🏫 friend seemed very sweet & a little 🙈 shy ☺️/meekish? I regret listening 👂 to Q & being (heart ♥️ Pain) weird & scary to her. Sometimes though I cannot help scowling- I barely had control back then in most situations That I did especially since I had multiple times hit my head very hard. I really think & feel the incubus is trying to make me crazy & look 👀 crazy to everyone & is destroying me from the inside out. 20:36 10:36 am Bcz he really hates me & wants me dead ☠️. 20:37 10:37 am pdt Q wanted to make a tshirt w/ the saying “it’s not in your cards” I think 🤔 but I don’t remember... I need to find my sketch ✍️ book 📚 she wanted a hand of cards 🃏 on fire 🔥? 2007 summer. 19:38 10:39 am pdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️... if you like to do physically damaging things to people’s bodies & play mind games does that make you a good person? Participants in capitalism? I’m trying to think 🤔 about the justification for this & if these are the same people who secretly tolerate & love? a system that lets kidnapping & child rape happen even if they had the means to rescue & prevent? The police 👮‍♀️ failed in rescue & looks more & more like they like to kill people w/o letting their voices be heard by the public: the woman 👩🏼 (She probably had dark hair & wearing sweats?) in the police 👮‍♂️ car 🚗 on the train 🚊 tracks. 19:45 10:45 am pdt if these police 👮‍♂️ officers 👮‍♀️ are Q’s & Scott’s friends, .... I wonder 💭😱😨😤🥵😤🥵😖😭 Bcz Scott is friends with a policeman 👮‍♂️ who graduated graduate 👨‍🎓 from my high school 🏫 & was in one of my classes. 10:47 am pdt I wonder 💭 how many friends he has in the police 👮‍♂️ department. 10:48 am pdt

The train 🚂 track woman 👩🏼 was end of September? Last year. 10:48 am pdt

[gardenflowerswriting]

Syverson x Reader

A/N: I love Syverson very much, that man is beautiful. But I have another thing coming for him too, this is just cute and playful. Also named him Logan.

Gif: b-n-a-o

Words: 700                         W/ Syverson                     Type: fluff

"You're so stupid," you smiled as your lips connect with your straw, staring at your screen as the picture shifted to show a rack of beers.

You could hear his deep laugh, "I'm not the one drunk off my ass," his camera returned to him as he placed his on a desk in front of him.

You tried to hide your smile, "Sy," your eyes shinned on his screen, but you crept foreword, staring it the picture, analyzing his face, "do you love me?"

You could see his chest move up and down as he sat back in a small chair, and you could see his small smile, "bug, you don't have to ask."

You closed your eyes, "I want to hear you say it."

He moved closer to the camera, his breathing deep enough for you to pretend he was right next to you, whispering in your ear, "I love you baby, and as soon as I come home, you'll know it."

You rested your head on your palm, feeling a little dizzy, "I don't want you to forget about me."

"Baby," you titled your head to see him leaning forward, his broad shoulders almost not showing up on the screen. That’s when you remembered he wasn’t there, not next to you at least, even a little drunk you could recognize that. "I married you, I could never forget about you."

You played with the hem of your shirt, well it was really his shirt, it was black with a green emblem of his company and the fabric was soft. It smelled like him, a mix of his cologne and the scent of sweat, “okay cowboy,” you looked up to his eyes, “I think I need to go to bed.” He had a crease in his brow, but he nodded, “Charlie said he loves you, and he misses daddy.”

“I know baby, tell ‘em I’ll call you guys when you’re having dinner.”

You nodded your head, “I’ll have him write you a letter too,” you hands massages your forehead as you were partly annoyed but also understood his absence from his family, “he’s been practicing his name, but I think I’ll have to help with the words.”

He smiled, “I liked when you sent those pictures too,” he changed the subject, which he was so good at.

You couldn’t help but smirk, “maybe I can send you more? And on Friday we can have a fun video chat if you’re free?”

“Drinkin’s not fun for you?”

“Not when I gotta be up at 8 baby.”

He sighed, and you watched his chest rise up and down, “when you take those pictures,” you tilted your head, “wear the green lacy one I got for you.”

“Oh, baby that’s so old,” you looked at your bedroom wall behind the camera, “I had that before we even had Charlie.”

“I know bug,” he took a sip of his beer, “but it’s always looked damn good on you.”

You smiled, knowing you cheeks were red. Almost seven years of being together and he made you blush like he did the first night he asked you to dance with him at the bar. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“My buddies are jealous cause my wife’s got a bangin body.”

You face went straight, “‘your buddies?’” That’s when he realized he messed up, “you showed them?”

“Nah, bug it’s not- it’s not like that.”

“Logan Syverson, I’m gonna kill you.”

He laughed, “baby, it was only like one,” he brought his beer to his lips trying to cover his mouth, “or about seven.”

Your eyes widened, “seven of them?? Do you just pass them around then?”

His smirked mad you madder, “come on, you should be proud, you’re hot.”

“Mmm, yeah, suddenly I think I gotta go to my moms on Friday night?”

That’s when his face went flat, “y/n.”

“Yeah, no,” you crossed your arms, “Charlie’s been dying to see her doggie again, so I’m not really free Friday?” You voice rose a couple octaves.

“Bug, stop” he brought his face closer to the cam, “that’s not funny.”

“Well baby, I love you, like I said I gotta be up early, and Charlie’s been waking up at like six so.”

“Bug-”

“Bye baby I love you!” You slowly began closing your screen and was left with the site of him trying to get even closer to the camera. You smiled, triumphantly. But hopefully you wouldn’t regret that.

[memory-mortis]

For Whom The Bell Tolls [Bucciarati x Reader]

Hello there! First JJBA fanfic posted on this blog, let’s fucking gooooo- anyway, I feel kinda weird about this one, idk. It’s a mixture of fighting, then angst, then some fluff. Your Stand is named Parabola, after the Tool song. If you like rock/metal, I suggest putting it on when you rush in to help Bruno! CW: Graphic violence Word count: 4,777

Your leg bounced up and down in anxiety as you sat on the couch, a single meter of space between you and Bruno. The sounds of the motorboat from the outside filled the room inside the turtle, but you paid it no mind, too preoccupied with your thoughts running rampant in your head. The mission was nearing its end. Trish sat in the armchair across the table, hugging her legs close to her chest. You assumed she was nervous as well, and you could totally understand why. This was, after all, the first time she would meet her father and the fact that he was the boss of the biggest mafia in all of Italy did not help ease any of her anxiety. Or that’s what you guessed she must have felt like anyway. You would have been the same in her shoes. 

You leaned back into the couch, spreading your arms over the back, but despite your efforts to look as relaxed as possible, your leg just wouldn’t listen. Fuck. It all felt too easy. The mission was going too smoothly. You hadn’t lost a single member of your team. That was a good thing, of course, but at the same time, doubt crept its way into the far back of your mind, gnawing at you, its whining for attention soon turning into a loud screech of nails against chalkboard. This is why you worked alone. The constant worry of losing someone close to you would hold you back and rapidly decrease your performance.

Was this a trap? Bruno had confided in you a couple nights back that him and the new kid Giorno were planning on taking over the mafia. But the boss was a huge enigma and none of you never really knew who he was - what if he had heard all of that? What if he knew? You bit your lip hard. Was he going to massacre the team - even if the only ones who knew about the plan were you, Giorno and Bruno?

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Bruno laid his warm hand on your thigh, stopping the rapid movement. Your eyes jolted to his face; brows furrowed in concern and deep blue eyes boring into your very soul. You exhaled a breath which you didn’t know you were holding back. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice as soft and caring as always. It was nearly impossible to keep things from him, but as your eyes ticked over to Trish, who was staring at you intently, you figured it would be best not to voice your thoughts. You didn’t want to give the girl any unnecessary worries.

You gave Bruno an apologetic smile before responding, “Sorry, it’s nothing. I guess I’m just anxious to meet the boss.” He continued to stare into your eyes and you felt your cheeks burn up under his gaze, but refused to break eye contact, as that would indicate that you were lying. A corner of his lips twitched upwards but he quickly forced the smirk back into a neutral expression. What was that about?

“How much longer till we get there?” he asked, finally turning away from you. You looked at Trish who was cocking an eyebrow at you. You huffed in response. “We’re almost at Rialto Bridge,” Fugo answered from above, “it’ll be at least another five minutes.” “All right. Keep going.” “Bucciarati,” Giorno joined the conversation, “what was the mission from the boss?”

Bruno inserted the disc he was holding into the laptop on the table and immediately a window popped up. “I’m reconfirming the mission from the boss right now,” he said as green letters appeared on the screen. You shuffled a bit closer to the capo, looking over his shoulder in curiosity. “I’ll read it aloud,” he announced from next to you, so close you could practically feel his breath. This was the only kind of intimacy you would get while on this mission, apart from the occasional disappearance into Sticky Fingers’ realm for a quick make-out. It was always small things like an arm wrapped around your shoulders, the back of his hand brushing against yours, or his hand on the small of your back while ushering you somewhere. You had learnt to appreciate these gestures in your time with Bruno. The two of you were very reserved and hated doing anything inappropriate in front of the others, especially since like half of your team was underage. But they were quick to catch on to the way the two of you looked at each other and would snicker to each other behind your back. At least Abbacchio was there to keep them at bay. You were very thankful for that.

Bruno went on to explain the instructions on the disc, such as how much time you had and all the strict rules that felt extremely paranoid to you. The boss wanted to meet only one of you and you immediately knew that Bruno would be the one to go. The rest of you were supposed to wait on the boat and stepping onto the island was strictly prohibited. You bit your lip once again.

“Giorno, Y/N,” the capo addressed the two of you when the boat came to a halt, “I would like to speak to you in private.” He stood up and walked over to one of the walls, creating a zipper on it. Giorno got inside the turtle without hesitation and all three of you stepped into Sticky Fingers’ void, Bruno closing the zipper behind you. The blonde raised an eyebrow at him in question. “I have a bad feeling about this. We need to have a plan B in case everything goes to hell.” You nodded in agreement. “Do you, um…” you started, blushing at the realization that Giorno was about to hear what you have to say, “do you have to be the one to go? Can’t Abbacchio do it?” Bruno’s gaze on you softened as he gave you a smile that could melt all the ice caps. “Y/N.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you leaned into the touch. “I wish I could, but I’m the capo. I should be the one to do it, mia cara.”

You weren’t surprised. A little disappointed, yes, but you understood the gravity of the situation at hand. Sending an ordinary gangster could be viewed as disrespectful, who knows how the boss would react to that. And so you just gave him a sigh before bracing yourself, your expression shifting into its usual impenetrable hardness. That was the you that Giorno recognized, the strict determined glare you had when Bucciarati first introduced you to the gang.

“Then let’s make sure we’re prepared,” you said, all tenderness gone. Bruno let go of your cheek and also focused at the task. He loved that about you. The way you could separate your work from emotions in order to truly concentrate, although he would often have to remind you when you were not working anymore.

“Giorno, give me one of your brooches. We can use it as a tracking device. This is a chance for us to find out the boss’ identity.” Giorno did as he was told, giving his ladybug brooch life before handing it to the capo. “Now, if anything feels off, the two of you have permission to get off the boat, but do not let anyone else step onto the island. Got it?” You and Giorno nodded in unison. Bruno opened a zipper in his own jaw before continuing, “I’m going to hide a phone inside myself. If things go south, Y/N, I will call you, so be ready. Any questions?” This time you shook your head. He reached for the zipper to go back outside, but you grabbed his wrist and pressed your lips to his cheek quickly.

“Just for luck,” you mumbled and Bruno chuckled softly, stepping out. You and Giorno followed right after.

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You couldn’t shake off the bad feeling as you watched Bruno and Trish walk away from the boat. You sat there, clenching the phone in your hand, eyes pinned to the bell tower.

“Jesus, Y/N, ease up a little. You’re like a dog waiting for its owner,” Narancia teased, poking you with his elbow and a grin plastered on his face. You gave him an annoyed glare. As much as he liked to remind Giorno that he was older, he sure acted way less mature.

“The mission’s not over yet. Sit back down and shut up,” you ordered and he listened immediately. Even though you were equal when it came to your position in the mafia, you still gave off the aura of a superior, not only because of your age, but also because of your dominant nature. The boys often argued who was more bossy, you or Abbacchio, and they always settled on a draw.

You looked over to Giorno. His brows were furrowed in concentration.

“What’s up,” you asked, scooting closer to take a look at the laptop in his lap.

“Bucciarati must have dropped the brooch down the elevator shaft. It’s… strange.” You clenched your jaw and once again pinned your eyes to the building. Biting your lip, you stood up and tossed your phone to Giorno who only managed to catch it in the last minute.

“W-Wait, Y/N, where-” you didn’t let him finish his question, interrupting him.

“It feels too wrong. I’m going. Pick it up if he calls.” With that, you stepped out of the motorboat, which made everyone else stand up and erupt into chaos.

“Hey, Y/N! The boss said to stay on the boat!” Abbacchio’s deep voice was the most prominent one out of the rest of the team.

“The boss can go fuck himself. Everyone stay here. No one except Giorno is allowed to get off the boat! And that’s an order from your capo!” That was enough to silence them all and you did not waste any more time, running inside the building.

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Bruno skidded towards the unconscious girl, wary of his surroundings. The boss was nowhere to be seen, but he was definitely present. Things went south, just as he had expected. Picking up Trish’s arm, he sewed her hand back on using his Stand’s zipper. Disgusting. Doing all of this just to murder his own daughter and get away with it, an action so despicable it made Bruno want to throw up.

“I’d like to ask you why,” the boss’s voice suddenly echoed around Bruno, who instinctively destroyed the pillar nearest to him with Sticky Fingers. “What’s the meaning of this? I highly respected all the work you had done for me on this mission. Were you so happy to become a capo that you got greedy? Or did you overestimate your own powers and get cocky, thinking you could actually surpass me?”

Bucciarati did not answer any of his questions. Instead, he propped Trish’s head up, ready to flee with her body anywhere in case the boss attacked.

“When Trish wakes up, I’m going to tell her that her father didn’t even exist,” he said, his protective nature taking over him.

“Trish?” The boss sounded genuinely confused. “What about Trish? My daughter has nothing to do with you.”

“You could never understand my true feelings!” Bruno growled, unzipping his jaw to grab his phone. He promptly put it to his ear. “Y/N?”

“Bucciarati!” He was surprised to hear Giorno’s voice instead of yours.

“Giorno? Where’s Y/N?” He furrowed his brows. Why didn’t you pick up? Where the hell were you? Would he have to worry about you as well?

“Well, you see- she’s already on her way.”

“What do you-” Bruno gritted his teeth. If you were on your way there, it would be unwise to let the boss know. “Tell me his location,” he ordered instead.

“Yes! Right now, he’s at the bottom of the stairs to the charnel house. He’s right by the pillar that’s about two meters away from the stairs,” Giorno explained, “but wait, Bucciarati! Something is wrong!”

Bucciarati didn’t listen to his warning. He pinned his eyes to the pillar and called out Sticky Fingers, who pummeled it into pieces. A shadow stood behind the pillar, however as the pieces scattered, his eyes widened at the sight of himself. Sticky Fingers’ fist met his own chest.

“W-What…” was all Bruno could say, confused to find himself suddenly standing in the place of his copy. Nothing made sense. He was there, and now he was somewhere else? What the hell was going on? Was this the boss’s true power?

A deep voice boomed from behind him. “I decided to show you… as a parting gift. Since this is the end, I’ll fill you in. What you just witnessed and felt… was you in the future,” the boss clarified, “you from a few seconds from the past witnessed yourself in the future. This is my King Crimson’s ability! I erased time and leapt past it!”

The figure standing behind Bruno reached back, preparing to punch a hole straight through his chest. He was already swinging his fist–

But the contact never came, much to his dismay.

You rushed in at the last second. Seeing the position Bucciarati was in pumped adrenaline through your entire body and you leapt down the stairs, summoning your Parabola with her flaming sword. You jumped in between the two men, successfully chopping off King Crimson’s arm.

“Hands off my boyfriend!” you screamed, the fire of your Stand sparkling in your eyes, a true testament to your rage.

“W-what!” the boss choked out, stepping back just in time to dodge Parabola’s sword one more time, this time aiming to slice his entire body in half. Your cheeks were crimson red from the temperature rising both within and around you.

“Y/N!” Bucciarati called out from behind you. How glad was he to see you. Parabola stabbed its sword into the severed arm, twisting it around until it combusted into flames and turned to ashes. At that moment it dawned on Bruno just how angry you were. This wasn’t good, he knew about your temperament and how hard it was to snap you out of it afterwards.

“Bruno,” you tore him out of his thoughts, voice deep and venomous. “Go get Trish. Keep her safe. Get her out of here. I’ll fight him.”

“Y/N! He’s too powerful, you can’t take him on your own!” he refused, terrified just from what he had seen so far.

“I won’t. I suspect Giorno is already on his way here. Go!”

Clenching his jaw, Bruno turned and bolted towards Trish, only to suddenly find himself kneeling next to her. He froze. It happened again, the time skip. His eyes darted back to you, widening at the sight. King Crimson and you were in a draw, the enemy’s strong hand holding your arm, broken at the elbow, while Parabola’s sword was pressed tight against his throat. King Crimson chuckled.

“I like you. Your reflexes are fast. I was just about to punch a hole through your stomach, but you managed to dodge it, even despite the time skip,” he praised, however you did not respond, too focused on biting your lip to hold back your scream of pain. You weren’t about to let the boss have the pleasure of hearing you acknowledge the damage he did to you.

“Fuck you!” you spat, swinging the sword at his throat in an attempt to slice it. You were unsuccessful. It seemed like he already knew your next move and so he pulled back, taking your arm with him.

This time, you were unable to hold it in. A painful screech left your throat as your forearm disconnected at the joint and the muscles around it were forcefully torn apart. You took a few steps back before tripping and falling onto the floor, eyes pinned to the blood gushing out of your severed limb, and boy was there a lot of it. Your face turned ghastly pale, bile rising to your throat.

“Sticky Fingers!” you heard Bruno’s muffled voice and in mere seconds, the wound was zipped shut, the blood flow cut off. Unfortunately, it did not stop the pain. You took a couple strained breaths and growled, snapping yourself out of the shock.

“Y/N!” Bruno yelled, leaning over you and cupping your cheeks. He gave you a terrified look and you saw your reflection in his teary eyes. You looked like shit, to say the least. Your eyes widened once you noticed King Crimson looming behind Bruno, and you opened your mouth to scream anything, but a familiar sound stopped you.

It was the sound of Gold Experience’s powers, hard to explain, but very easy to recognize. King Crimson was pulled back and both you and Bruno watched as the ladybug brooch turned into a turtle, completely identical to Coco Jumbo, forcing the boss inside together with his Stand.

“Giorno must have put Coco Jumbo’s cells into the brooch before giving it life,” Bruno clarified. He summoned Sticky Fingers once again and opened a hole in the ground, sending the turtle down a water pipe. “Let’s use this chance to get away!” He looked at you and helped you get up clumsily, you were drowsy from all the blood loss, which pissed you off even more. Bruno hurried to pick up Trish and the three of you headed to the stairs, freezing at the sight of King Crimson standing at the top.

“Giorno Giovanna, huh,” the boss thought aloud, menacing aura all around him, “he must have joined this organization with the intent to betray me from the start.” You did not waste another second and called Parabola out. She was paler in comparison to just a few moments ago, but you weren’t going to give up just because you were missing a limb. That unbreakable determination was enough to feed her flames.

“Useless!” the boss cried out, King Crimson baring his fist and aiming right for Parabola’s weak point. He came to a halt when Sticky Fingers’ arm appeared right next to his head. Bruno was able to land a punch, when suddenly King Crimson stood a few meters away, this time coming for your boyfriend.

“Bruno!” you screamed in terror, your voice was already starting to get raspy from all the yelling. To your surprise, he did not show any fear.

“It wasn’t you that I was trying to attack,” he explained, and only then did you notice the zipper on a nearby column, “it was this pillar! Zipper, close!” He grabbed both you and Trish and once Sticky Fingers closed the zipper, you were pulled up, completely dodging King Crimson’s attack. You laughed at the enemy Stand’s angry expression as you continued going up, until the zipper closed around you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bruno asked upon setting you down. You stood on all four–well, three–and took laboured breaths, drops of sweat trickling down your face. The adrenaline had somewhat worn off and the pulsating agony in what was left of your arm returned. His soft warm hand tucked your hair behind your ear in order to allow him to get a better look at your expression. But you couldn’t allow yourself to ease up now, no, the danger was not quite gone just yet. You clenched your teeth and snapped at him.

“I’m fine. Let’s go. We can’t stop here. He’ll be here soon.” You struggled to get up and stopped as soon as Giorno’s voice reached your ears.

“Bucciarati! Y/N!” the blonde called out to you, dropping to his knees next to all of you. He noticed the state of your arm and flinched. “What happened?”

“We had a little disagreement with the boss,” you smirked, holding onto Bruno to stand straight. “Grab Trish and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Giorno nodded and picked unconscious Trish up, leading you all to the exit. The rest of the gang stood at the entrance.

“Bucciarati!” Abbacchio growled, approaching you.

“Bucciarati, what’s going on? Why is Trish still with you? Why is- why is Y/N missing an arm?” Narancia chimed in. You groaned, the constant reminder of your pain annoying you.

“I’ll explain everything later. Right now, we need to get out of here as soon as possible,” Bruno commanded, giving you a side glance. You avoided eye contact, focusing on the task at hand instead.

Bruno helped you sit down on the boat. You hated being pampered like this, but without an arm, your balance was off and the boat’s movements were making you unstable. Right after sitting down, he handed you Trish and you held her in your healthy arm, just to make sure she was alright.

“What the hell’s going on, Bucciarati?” Abbacchio asked. “We need an explanation. What the hell are you doing?” Bruno left a hand on your cheek and you gazed up at him with worry, before he turned around and stepped off the boat.

“All right. I’ll just come out and say it.” You watched the capo intently. “But I can’t explain everything right now, because there’s no time and danger’s right around the corner.” Everyone was silent and the atmosphere grew thick as Bruno paused. “The reason I brought Trish back is because I betrayed the boss just now.”

He just dropped the bomb like that, shocking the whole team. Well, except for you and Giorno that is, the two of you already knew.

“I’ll be leaving you guys now,” he announced. “If you go with me, you will also become traitors.”

“W-What…” Mista interrupted the silence.

“Bucciarati, you should explain. Some of them might want to follow you. We need people on our side,” Giorno added, which angered Abbacchio. The goth grabbed his collar, pulling him close to his face.

“What the hell is your deal, Giorno?!” he snapped.

“Abbacchio!” Your deep scolding voice made him freeze. All eyes were on your pitiful form now. Although it wasn’t unusual for you to scold Narancia or Mista when they did something dumb or got loud at the restaurant, there were only two or three instances in the past when you had raised your voice at Abbacchio. You did usually have deep respect for the man after all. “Let go of the boy. This isn’t his fault. It was meant to happen sooner or later.”

Abbacchio squinted his eyes at you in a scowl, but listened to your order and let go of Giorno, instead shifting his attention to Bucciarati, who took a look back at you and Trish.

Finally, he began explaining, “The boss had us act as Trish’s bodyguards so that he could kill his daughter with his own two hands. Because she shares his blood, she could have figured out his true identity. I found that out and… I couldn’t forgive him. I couldn’t just come back pretending I didn’t see that. That’s why I betrayed him!”

You managed to smile in spite of the pain shooting up your arm. That was the Bruno you loved. Compassionate, caring. He knew right from wrong, despite his years spent in the organization. And he was not going to continue ignoring the atrocities done by the boss any longer. You thanked Giorno for that. He was the force that started moving those gears inside your lover, the one thing that forced him to finally truly come out of his shell.

The rest of the team didn’t seem as excited about these news though. You understood their fears. The boss was ruthless.

“Are you insane, Bucciarati?” Mista was the last one you’d expect to hear that sort of thing from, considering his antics.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, sounded more composed, “You know exactly what happens to traitors, no matter who it is. The boss never lets anyone get away. Hell, Venice could already be surrounded by the boss’s elite guard!”

“You’re right, and that’s why I’m going to need help. If any of you are willing to accompany me, come down these stairs and get on the boat. But I will not order any of you to come with me.”

__

The decision was difficult, but in the end, it was only Fugo who remained on the island. For a moment it looked like Narancia would stay as well, but in the end he jumped into the water and swam after you like an absolute madman. The image made you laugh, but a jolt of pain stopped you, causing your laughter to turn into a groan.

“Right,” Bruno turned around after helping Narancia get into the boat. “Giorno, get Y/N into the turtle and fix her up.” You gulped. Giorno’s healing powers were far from perfect, he could fix about anything, but there was nothing to stop the pain. You weren’t about to back out just because of fear though, and so you got into the turtle together with Trish. You lowered her down onto the couch and took a seat on the other end, Giorno joining right next to you.

“Bucciarati,” he called out to his capo, “your zipper.” Bruno got into the turtle as well and took off the zipper around the end of your arm. You hissed as blood poured out.

“Fuck!” you yelled in a poor attempt to somehow relieve yourself. Bruno furrowed his eyebrows at the sight and crouched in front of you, taking your healthy hand into his.

“Hold on to me,” he said and you clenched his hand.

__

After five minutes of your hissing and yelling, Giorno was finally done with your arm. It was still very much sensitive and moving it around felt weird, but it was there and you were thankful for that. You would have thanked him, but you were exhausted, and it was evident in the dark circles under your eyes.

You were about to get up, but Bruno’s hands on your shoulders stopped you, pushing you back against the couch.

“You need to rest.”

You scoffed, “I can rest later. We’re still in danger.”

“Clearly he’s gone, Y/N, otherwise he would have attacked by now,” Bruno reasoned. You cocked an eyebrow at him. Giorno decided it would be better to give you two space and left the turtle.

“We can’t know that for sure, Bruno. He could be anywhere. We don’t know anything about him, maybe he has some other powers. We should be ready to defend ourselves at all times.” You grabbed his wrists and pushed him away, standing up.

“Stop,” he said, but you continued walking, so he hurried over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You clenched your jaw.

“You can relax now, Y/N. He’s gone. The danger is gone. I’m here. I’m alive.” He whispered into your ear. You didn’t want to relax. You didn’t want to, because you knew that you would immediately become vulnerable in front of everyone. So instead you opted for keeping yourself on edge constantly, distracting yourself with worrying about danger. But that was hard to do with Bruno’s warmth surrounding you and the sweetness coating his voice. You bit your lip, failing to keep the tears from spilling over.

“You could’ve died,” you whispered, voice shaky from the lump in your throat. The tension in your body dissipated and you hid your face in your hands. Bruno pressed his lips against the back of your head.

“But I didn’t. You saved me. You did well,” he reassured you and with that, your walls shattered. A sob left your lips and Bruno immediately turned you around, pressing you against his chest. Your hands clutched his clothes to remind you that he was there, he was well and alive.

After a while of him stroking your hair, your sobs finally subsided and the tears stopped falling. You looked up and he cupped your cheek with one hand, gazing into your eyes with a sad smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand.

“Do you want me to stay?” You decided to be selfish for once and nodded, which earned you a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead. “All right.” He laid down on the couch and you joined, lying down on him. Resting your head on his chest, your eyes fluttered close at the sound of his heartbeat. Bruno stroked soothing circles on your back and soon enough, your breathing grew even.

“I love you,” he mumbled, and you hummed in response right before falling asleep.

[ribcage-rodents]

Post two

Diana

Diana smiled indulgently resting a hand on Donna’s shoulder.

“Hello Donna, it is wonderful to see you again, I have some exciting news.”

Donna

She fidgeted awkwardly trying to act like she hadn't been eavesdropping.

Diana

“You are finally going to see the Man’s World. Go pack your bags, we will leave once you say your goodbyes. We can discuss the rules of your mission in my plane.”

Her excitement was only shown by the joyful flash in her eyes.

Donna attempted to keep her face in a soft smile with her eyes telling her emotions

much like her older sister does, as she made her way towards her home.

Scene 6

Bruce sat at the kitchen counter a cup of steaming coffee in one hand, while his face rested heavily in the other.

Alfred

Alfred curved around Bruce to top off his drink and use a rag to clean up a puddle of coffee Bruce had spilled while complaining about League business.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just let the boy have friends, master Bruce.”

Bruce

Bruce looked up exasperated from where his face was resting.

“Because Dick is more skilled and intelligent than all of those other ‘heroes’. I don’t want him to be influenced by those immature, idiotic, side kicks. Who knows what one of those older kids could encourage him to do!? He’s much safer at home.”

He said moving his hand sharply to the left spilling coffee all over the counter.

Alfred sighed deeply moving to clean up the coffee, sending Bruce a disapproving stare while he sheepishly averted his gaze. Dick was upstairs in his beautiful, pink-marbled bathroom leaning over the counter worriedly applying concealer to purple bruises on his neck as Tate Agile played in the background, he stopped for a moment to read to a text from ‘science lab partner’.

Dick

“Come on dude, it's not that big of a deal Bs never gonna know”

Dick sighed becoming even more concerned, he glanced in the mirror frowning at his reflection before replying.

“Idk Babs, I’d be in a ton of trouble if B found out”

He stared at his phone for a couple of seconds then added,

“Especially since you’re like a little too old for me”

Dick’s hand squeezed around his phone as he shut his eyes, he counted to ten silently before exhaling. Pretending he wasn’t waiting for her response he went back to covering up the bruises on his neck, despite his eyes flicking back over to the black screen every couple of seconds.

Yet when the phone finally pinged he hesitated, it wasn't until the second text arrived that he actually answered.

“No, our age difference really isn’t that big, if you think about it people get married with like a 10 year diff.”

“Are you gonna come out w me tonight?”

Dick sighed softly, his cheeks lighting up pink.

“Yeah I got some free time around 12-2am. But we’re just gonna hang out ok, just like a little bit of kissing. No making out or hickies or anything.”

His phone pinged again.

“Haha yeah sure that's what you said last time.”

“What's up w your schedule man? 12-2am is so random.”

“You might not need sleep but I do, next time we should just meet up during like second period or something.”

Dick’s frown deepened.

“I’m not skipping school. I think you’re a bad influence on me:(“

“You know we don’t have to do anything when we meet up we could just cuddle or something.”

He paused before deleting the last message.

“Ha, maybe I like making you into a bad boy”

“See you tonight, maybe I’ll make you break into the school to find the best secret makeout place!”

Dick set his phone face down, scratching at his arm he went back to covering up those bruises.

Scene 7

Wally was in his tiny little bathroom that looks like it was designed in the 1950’s. He was leaning over the tiled blue and turquoise countertop messing with his forever windswept hair. There was a loud banging at the door as Wally dragged a brush through the birdsnest on top of his head.

Wally

There was a brief pause before Wally once again dragged the brush through his messy hair. The banging returned causing Wally to jerk smacking his hand against the counter, he turned and opened the door staring annoyed at his uncle.

“What?”

Barry

Barry stared back a pleased smirk on his face leaning against the door frame.

“Come on kiddo, we’re gonna be late.”

He reached out and plucked the brush from Wally’s hand as he spoke.

Wally

Wally did a full body groan leaning back, he shot one last mournful look at himself in the mirror before he moved towards the door, his uncle disappearing into his room. Wally sighed rummaging through his room for his suit. “What's the point of having super speed if you’re gonna be late to everything?”

Barry

Barry zipped over to his nephew ruffling his hair, effectively ruining any improvement Wally had managed.

“I ask myself the same question everyday when I show up late for work.”

Flying down the streets of central the two speedsters made haste, two flashes of red and yellow sped down the streets and around buildings. Stopping quickly at a hotdog vendor, handing the man a red credit card decorated with tiny lightning bolts, the city's way of thanking the heroes. Before getting back on the road.

Flash

“So kiddo, are ya nervous?”

Flash called stuffing a whole hot dog in his mouth.

Kidflash

Kidflash made a contemplative noise, looking down at his feet.

“Well yeah, I’m not exactly good at making friends,... or being cool.”

Both speedsters came to a halt, Kidflash resumed looking down self-deprecatingly, shoving the last 12 hotdogs into his mouth. Flash slipped behind him resting a hand on his shoulder.

Flash

“Don’t worry kiddo, just be yourself they’re gonna love you!”

He punctuated his statement by ruffling his nephew’s hair one last time. The two then proceeded, one at a time to enter the transporter.

Scene 8

Kidflash stepped into the JL headquarters quickly moving to catch up with his uncle as he sped towards the monitor room.

Flash

“Welcome to the Justice League break room!”

Flash called happily swinging his arms open to fully display the room. He leaned in close,

“It used to just be the monitor room but we all started to hang around here, mostly because Wonder Woman and Supes like to annoy Bats.”

He said with a nod.

Wonder Girl sat alone on the edge of one of the ugly green couches, sipping on a mug of herbal tea periodically.

Flash

Flash bumped his shoulder against Kidflash’s, whispering an encouraging,

“You got this kiddo!”

The Flash then departed, walking over towards Batman and Wonder Woman chatting by the supercomputer both holding steaming cups of coffee.

Kidflash

Taking a deep breath and gathering all his courage Kidflash confidently strided over to where Wonder Girl was perched. Looming over her he plastered on his best ‘Wall-man’ smirk. Wonder Girl cocked a single eyebrow as a supercilious look settled on her lips.

“Hey gorgeous, I hope you brought your library card because you can totally check me out!”

He flinched expecting to be hit or splashed by her tea.

Wonder Girl

“Wow, I’m already regretting this,”

Wonder Girl huffed glaring at Kidflash

“Maybe I should’ve stayed home,”

She mumbled quietly to herself.

Speedy

Speedy came up behind Kf’s right purposely smacking their shoulders together before plopping down on the couch causing Wonder Girl’s tea to slosh spilling over the rim and roll down the side of her thigh.

“Ew, dude have you ever actually gotten a girl with that line?”

He asked his arms resting on the top of the couch. He then raised his hand in a halting motion.

“Nevermind don't answer that, you have loner-loser written all over you.”

Kidflash

Kidflash lost his composure striking his arms out, before bringing his hand back around to point towards himself.

“Hey! I get tons of ladies!”

Speedy

“Yeah whatever dude,”

Speedy cut him off waving his hand still resting on the top of the couch, looking in the opposite direction of the scene before him.

Garth

Garth parted from his King’s side as they entered the break room with a nod, he walked towards the other heroes, his dark eyes calculating.

“Hello, I’m Garth.”

He said before sitting down on the couch next to Speedy.

Speedy

Speedy made a face.

“Great intro fishboy! But shouldn’t you have like a superhero name?”

Garth

“No, I don’t have a secret identity.”

Garth spoke, his tone relaying how idiotic he thought Speedy was.

Kidflash

“What about protecting your family man?”

Kidflash asked, lifting both his eyebrows, he was never able to just move one, leaning towards Garth.

Garth

Garth’s eyebrows pulled together as frustration took over.

“I don't wear a mask, villains will know who I am regardless.”

Speedy

“Wonder Girl doesn’t wear a mask,”

Speedy said leering at Garth.

“Maybe we should come up with a dumb superhero name for you, personally I like Fishboy!”

Kidflash laughed loudly, Wonder Woman groaned standing up and walking towards her sister.

She was stopped by the Flash calling them over in an energetic voice waving the rest of the sidekicks towards them.

Green Arrow

Green arrow spoke first giving all of the teens a cursory glance before focusing completely on his own sidekick.

“Now listen up, this mission is very important to your future as legitimate heroes.”

Within his brief pause Black Canary sighed heavily at Green Arrow's natural talent for being a terrible parent. He moved one hand to his hip as he spoke lightly elbowing Aquman in the process.

“All ya gotta do is sit and watch your targets,”

Once again there was a lapse in his speech when he turned to check that Batman had brought up the images of the targets and the suspicious big black bags, as well as the address of their hideout. After seeing Batman had in fact project the correct information, Green Arrow nodded to himself before turning back toward the sidekicks. Jerking his thumb backwards, he continued.

“These are them.”

He took a moment to clear his throat at the odd phrasing.

Flash

Flash took that moment to take over patting his colleague’s shoulder as he stepped closer to the center of the group.

“We’ve been monitoring these guys’ set up for a couple weeks. We think that they’re smuggling something illegal in those big black bags-”

Speedy

“What do you mean “illegal” things?! Don't we get to know if there's gonna be guns or drugs or something, idiot-man!”

Speedy cut in sharply placing both hands on his hips and leaning forward, aggressively sneering in the Flash’s face.

Green arrow placed a hand on each side of Speedy’s chest pushing him back as Flash stood there shocked.

Flash

“So we’ll drop ya off at their hideout, be very careful sneaking into the building and while choosing stalking positions. If they begin to pack up and leave or the situation starts to turn violent, stay safe and contact us before attempting to fight. If they have guns, retreat to the transporter immediately.

Batman then swiveled around in his chair, sending a questioning glance at Wonder Woman from across the room, ignoring the conclusion of Superman’s story much to his disappointment.

Batman

“Why would you send these children out into the field if you don't trust them to fight without supervision?”

It was a statement rather than a question, challenging all of the other mentors.

Wonder Woman answered anyway with a judgemental look of her own, but Green Arrow was the one who spoke.

Green arrow

Green arrow took several long strides towards batman.

“Well we’re not just gonna leave our kids at the mercy of a bunch of gun wielding scumbags. I mean, Flash can’t even stand a chance against a handgun, do ya think any side kick could survive that?!”

Batman

Batman glared at him but spoke in a calm voice, only failing a little to keep the smugness out of his tone.

“Robin could.”

Aquaman

Green Arrow geared up to make another loud and spity remark but Aquaman spoke up for the first time since the debriefing began.

“If he is so proficient then why is he not here?”

He questioned with far more smugness in his tone.

Batman

“Because Robin is currently working on his own personal mission tonight.”

The statement was followed by Batman swinging his chair back around and continuing to type up a mission statement.

The group dispersed most of the sidekicks getting last minute pep talks, Kidflash who reached out to his uncle grabbing his elbow as he went to go carbo-load.

Flash

The flash turned to look at his nephew.

“What’s up kiddo?”

He asked, placing a hand on each of his shoulders looking at his face in concern.

Kidflash

Kidflash looked down taking a deep breath before locking eyes with his uncle.

“I-I don't know if I can do this uncle B.”

Flash

Flash answered with a sigh rubbing rough but soothing circles on his shoulders and nape.

“Alright listen kiddo, ya made a jerk out of yourself.”

kidflash‘s face whipped up to face his uncle.

“I know I flirt with all the ladies but I do so in a joking manner that means no harm or a promise for furthering the relationship...just apologize to Wonder Girl.”

Kidflash made a face at the ground scuffing his shoe against the shiny tile floor.

“Make some small talk when appropriate on the mission and you’ll have three new best friends in no time!”

Flash turned him around to face the other sidekicks and smacked him on the back pushing him forward.

Scene 9

A wide shot of the seedier area of Arizona, several of the lamp posts have been shattered and no longer work, streams of light shine across the wet road through boarded up windows of an old warehouse. The sidekicks crouched behind a stack of molding crates, listening intently as the goons played cards and chatted about their personal lives, peering at them periodically.

Roy

Roy groaned softly clunking his head against the rotten wood.

“This is so boring! They aren’t doing anything, I say we just jump ‘em now!”

Roy whispered looking expectantly at his teammates.

Garth

Garth glared annoyed, grabbing Speedy’s wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.

“We were given direct orders-”

Speedy

Speedy shoved his flat palm into Garth’s face creating space between them.

“Calm down Fishboy, I’d never go against our wise and fearless mentors’ orders,”

Speedy sneered, ripping his arm from Garth and rubbing his wrist.

[sirjustice1244]

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I can see ya beauty/booty on a big screen as lectures can be recorded as in the song link below to cut on workforce they fear and reduce university fee so every 1 can attend or opt from home study pay exam fee only dude as campus are point of blocking people in future as u have seen with me, moreover i told ya how to make radar controlled missile to make u gain advantage over Russian hurled from the plane 1 to make many Africans still claim they r u yet have shifted stand with China

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-e&q=kisumu%20casket%20shops&tbs=lf:1,lf_ui:2&tbm=lcl&sxsrf=ALeKk03vZirsN_X2cYZbRL-rI2EddSL7Og:1608975348322&rflfq=1&num=10&rldimm=6406173682622430946&lqi=ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw&ved=2ahUKEwip4dqgrOvtAhUIx4UKHdALAmMQvS4wAHoECAMQKw&rlst=f#rlfi=hd:;si:6406173682622430946,l,ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw;mv:[[0.0031165999999999998,34.8881387],[-0.17482480000000003,34.580922]];tbs:lrf:!1m4!1u3!2m2!3m1!1e1!1m4!1u2!2m2!2m1!1e1!2m1!1e2!2m1!1e3!3sIAE,lf:1,lf_ui:2

U can connect both hot touch or cold touch heat panel thermostats in a parallel connection 4 each to supersede one in cold and hot days dude b4 channeling to step up or an inverter dude, now kinda, respect u and signal u of what u know not that Negros pride themselves so their genes should be mutilated and they got my Instagram password and email to check how much i have sent the same to such people. What u want dude, live ya life bro and ya longtime dream destroyed by me even if u abuse me and u will never see it even if i die get it dude, who is the boss or great, 1 who abuses ya and no harm but wants ya food or 1 who destroy ya longtime dream 4 good. Stop playing bubu dude, answer me you silly bastard. No in my condition i can help ya, rather give me money and i tell u 2 or 3 inventions, wants to use me as a ladder to ya destiny, no no no find another or the explained above with me and if u wanna or like ambush me with snakes or machete now u got my keys, stolen them Mr police.

Excuse of NEGROS coming here, is they fear Chinese men, so wants them in the USA to learn how to make original products b4 i show other nations as above to make the same. Staying somewhere makes u not make original a thing many Kenyan tribes and of many nations i have told the same think b4 i settle the puzzle dude. Fuck u Mr Chinese b4 u resort to organizing hooliganism, go ya way, u silly animals of lies and cheats support Mr white-man lies on Kikuyu. Good how, their women pussy sweet or their teethes different with others, answer me dude, don't play dummy or fool. U sick sin eater. NENE NGANI

Talking maps the step on can be on holes on the floor to step on with curved upwards or downwards floor and on the heap on water pool method make sure the heap not on water maybe using ropes dude 4 better results bro

As a man with heart if i see as in the link below 1 too grown and suffered, i kinda, wants to shade tears but something cross my mind to drift me back, maybe they were rude when young but when a nation gets better give them juices and food to make them fat bro

The rich-man even made tomb as the talking 1 with recorded Eulogy yet was alive in another far nation dude and his soul was wanted when the time 4 his actual death reached as many even in heaven and judgement rooms heard of the above he died but not yet as in the link below and the casket dronecade casket was above the drone from below like in a bier while others casket held from bellow, yet the corpse of his brother was exhumed and made much in the boom process and another 1 taken back and even after exhumation is was crystal clear he is not his brother as the 2 were in their graves as they did not know of the boom process and lies as explained above. Now with me but in no time starting saying these inventions theirs bro

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-4537552/DIGITAL-tombstone-unveiled-Slovenia-world-first.html

https://grabcad.com/library/drone-cargo-1

https://www.vox.com/2017/5/22/15666446/jd-china-drone-delivery-two-thousand-2000-pounds

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[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Six Baudelaires AU, Part Three {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One} {Part Two}

Chapter Twelve → in which Lilac is a Disaster Lesbian

“Is everyone okay?” Lilac asked. 

The Baudelaires shakily looked to each other as they stumbled down the ladder. They heard the echoey voice beneath them, shouting instructions, but they weren’t really paying attention; Nick had once again strapped Solitude to his back, and Lilac was struggling to reach the ground with Sunny in her arms. 

“As good as we can be.” Klaus said. 

“How’s your arm?” Violet asked. 

“I’ll be fine.” Lilac said, glancing down. “It’s not even that bad.” 

The voice got louder as they descended, and they could hear, “Aye! Don’t fall! Mind your step! Aye! Don’t trip! Don’t make noise! Don’t scare me! Don’t look down! No, look where you’re going!” 

“Aye?” Sunny asked. 

“Another word for ‘yes.’” Klaus defined. 

“Aye! Keep your eyes open! Look out below! Look out above! Look out for spies! Look out! Aye!” 

The Baudelaires almost found themselves giggling; even Nick, who was not having a good day in the slightest, smirked slightly. “God.” he muttered. “I wish we’d died in the stream.” 

“Shh! We’re almost there!” Violet giggled. 

They reached the bottom of the ladder, finding themselves in a tight passageway. Lilac carefully placed Sunny on the ground but still held her hand, while Nick just shook and grabbed onto Klaus’s arm, still keeping Solitude on his back. “It’s too small.” he whispered. 

Klaus gave him a comforting squeeze. “There’s probably a big room up ahead.” he said. “Let’s go down and see.” 

They started down the hall, still hearing the voice, sounding cheerful and a bit scattered. “Hold onto the railing! Aye, on, hold onto yourselves! No, hold onto your hats! No, hold onto your hands! No, hold on! Wait a minute! Wait a second! Stop waiting! Stop hesitating! Stop war! Stop injustice! Stop bothering me! Aye!” 

When the Baudelaires finally reached the end of the passage, they found themselves stepping into a small, dim room, and standing in the room, a very tall man dressed in a shiny suit with a picture of Herman Melville etched onto it. 

“There are a lot of you aren’t, there?” he said. “Wait, no- there are less than I thought. Is there less than there should be? No, that’s six. There were six of you? Hello! Good afternoon! Howdy!” 

“Um, hello.” Lilac said. “I’m Lilac B-” 

“Baudelaire!” the man interrupted. “I know! I’m not stupid! Aye! You’re the Bauelaires! The six Baudelaire children! Aye! The ones The Daily Punctilio blames for every crime they can think of but you’re really innocent but nevertheless in a big heap of trouble! Of course! Nice to meet you! In person! So to speak! Let’s go! Follow me! Aye!” 

The man whirled around and stomped out of the room, and Nick, still clinging to Klaus’s arm and trying not to cry, said, “Oh, I’ve got a great feeling about this already.” 

“Shut up, Nick.” Klaus said, squeezing his hand again, as they followed the man. 

They went down a hallway covered in pipes, listening to the man ramble on and on. Sunny yawned and rolled her eyes, but Lilac was too tired and stressed to scold her. 

“Let’s see! I’ll put you to work right away! Aye! No- first I’ll give you a tour! No- I’ll give you lunch! No- I’ll introduce you to my crew! No- I’ll let you rest! No- I’d better get you into uniforms! Aye! It’s important that everyone aboard wear a waterproof uniform in case the submarine collapses and we find ourselves underwater! Of course, in that case we’ll need diving helmets! Except Sunny, we don’t have one that can fit her, so I guess she’ll drown! No- she can curl up inside a diving helmet! Aye! The helmets have a tiny door on the neck just for such a purpose! Aye! I’ve seen it done!” 

“Can we kill him?” Violet whispered, looking very annoyed. “I bet I could drive the sub.”

Lilac spoke up. “Excuse me, but could you tell us who you are?” 

The man spun around on his heel, looking aghast. “What? You don’t know who I am? I’ve never been so insulted in my life! No- I have. Many times, in fact. Aye! I remember when Count Olaf turned to me and said, in that horrible voice of his- no, nevermind. I’ll tell you. I’m Captain Widdershins. That’s spelled W-I-D-D-E-R-S-H-I-N-S. Backward it’s S-N-I-H-S-R- well, nevermind. Nobody spells it backward! Except people who-” 

“Is this your submarine?” Nick asked, already tired. 

“What? You don’t know whose submarine it is? A researcher like yourself and you haven’t the faintest knowledge of submarine history?” 

“Actually,” Nick sighed, laying his head on Klaus’s shoulder as Soli wriggled around to try and get a good view of the captain, “He’s the researcher, I’m an… well, I…” 

“Of course this is my submarine! It’s been my submarine for years! Aye! Have you never heard of Captain Widdershins and the Queequeg? Have you never heard of the Submarine Q and its Crew of Two? That’s a little nickname I made up myself! With a little help! Aye!” 

“Um-” Violet began. 

“I would think Josephine would have told you about the Queequeg! After all, I patrolled Lake Lachrymose for years! Poor Josephine! There’s not a day I don’t think of her! Aye! Except some days when it slips my mind!” 

“Nottooti?” Sunny asked, as Nick finally moved to unstrap Soli from his back. 

Captain Widdershins looked down at Sunny with a frown. “I was told it would take me some time to understand everything you said! I’m not sure I’ll find the time to learn another foreign language! Aye!” 

“What my sister means,” Lilac said, “Is that she’s curious how you know so much about us.” 

“How does anyone know anything about anything?” Widdershins replied. “I read it, of course! Aye! I’ve read every Volunteer Factual Dispatch I’ve received! Although lately I haven’t received any! Aye! That’s why I’m glad you happened along! Aye! I thought I might faint when I peered through the periscope and saw your damp little faces staring back at me! Aye! I was sure it was you, but I didn’t hesitate to ask you the password! Aye! I never hesitate! Aye! That’s my personal philosophy!” 

The captain stopped in the middle of the hallway, and pointed to a brass plaque attached to the wall. A large VFD eye was carved into the top, and beneath it, the words THE CAPTAIN’S PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Widdershins read the words underneath for them. “He who hesitates is lost!” 

“Or she.” Violet added, pointed to a pair of words in scratchy handwriting. 

“Ah, aye,” the captain said absently, leading them down the hall again, “My stepdaughter added that! Aye! And she’s right! ‘Or she’! One day I was walking down this very hallway and I realized that anyone can be lost if they hesitate! A giant octopus could be chasing you-” 

“You know,” Nick muttered to Klaus, as Widdershins prattled on, “I was kidnapped, tortured in practically every way and then shoved into a statue-” 

“If you say, ‘but I’d rather be there than listening to this shit,’” Klaus said, “I’m going to slap you.” 

“Well, I was going to say ‘bullshit’, does that count?” 

“I’m glad you’re past your ‘let’s kill everyone’ spurt,” Klaus said, “But this dark humor isn’t gonna help.” 

“What are you, a therapist?” 

“I’m just-” 

“Maybe if I hadn’t hesitated,” the captain continued over the boys’ argument, “The Queequeg would have been repaired by now! Aye! The Submarine Q and its Crew of Two is not in the best of shape, I’m afraid! Aye! We’ve been attacked by villains and leeches, by sharks and realtors, by pirates and girlfriends, by topedores and angry salmon! Aye! That’s why I’m glad you’re here, Lilac and Violet Baudelaire! We’re desperate for someone with mechanical smarts!” 

Lilac bit her lip. “We’ll see what we can do.” 

“Though Lilac’s better at repair than I am.” Violet added. 

“Well, take a look!” Captain Widdershins shouted, before walking to a large metal door and swinging it open. 

The Baudeaires followed him into an enormous room, filled to the brim with pipes, between all of which were either panels of knobs, gears and tiny screens, or tiny signs saying things like DANGER! WARNING! or HE WHO HESITATES IS LOST! Here and there were a few green lights, and at the far end was a huge wooden table piled with books, maps and dirty dishes, underneath a large porthole. 

“This is the belly of the beast!” Widdershins announced. “Aye! It’s the center of all operations aboard the Queequeg! This is where we control the submarine, eat our meals, research our missions and- hold on!” 

He strode over to a panel and ducked his head beneath it. “Fiona! Come out of there!” 

Lilac glanced around the room, starting to tie back her hair. “I could probably work with this.” she said. “I’ve seen panels like these before, and I read a book on-” 

She immediately stopped speaking and her face went a bright scarlet as a girl swung herself out from under the panel. 

A girl about the same age as Lilac slid out, rushing halfway across the floor on a small wheeled platform. She had a suit just like Widdershins’s, and she tossed a thick braid over her shoulder as she handed a pair of pliers to her stepfather before grabbing a pair of triangular eyeglasses off of the shelves. 

“Baudelaires,” the captain said, “This is Fiona, my stepdaughter. Fiona, these are the Baudelaires.” 

“Charmed.” Fiona smiled, extending a gloved hand towards Lilac. 

Lilac stared, completely frozen at the sight of her. 

“Um, hello.” Violet shook her hand, shooting Lilac a concerned look. “Sorry, we’re all a bit shocked.” 

“That’s understandable.” Fiona said, shaking Klaus’s hand. Nick also flinched back, so she knelt down to shake hands with Solitude and Sunny. “You’re probably very tired. Stepfather-” 

“We haven’t received telegrams in quite some time, but Fiona can’t quite figure it out, aye!” Widdershins said. “Lilac, get to work!” 

Fiona flinched. “You’ll have to get used to the way my stepfather talks.” 

“We don’t have time to get used to anything!” Widdershins cried. “This is no time to be passive! He who hesitates is lost!” 

“Or she.” Fiona corrected quietly. She turned to the Baudelaires. “I’ll help you find uniforms, and then you can help with the telegram machine. I can’t make heads or tails of it.” 

“Me and Lilac might be able to figure it out.” Violet said. “Right, Li?” 

Lilac still had her eyes glued to Fiona, and her face was somehow getting redder. “Um…” was all she could say. “Um… I…” 

Nick realized what was going on first, and, to his siblings’ shock, he burst into a grin. “Oh.” he said. 

“I’m sorry.” Fiona narrowed her eyes. “Is something wrong?” 

“Come on, Lilac will be fine in a minute.” Nick said, elbowing Klaus. “She just needs to time to adjust. You know. Like Sappho.” 

Klaus and Violet gaped, suddenly understanding, and then they grinned, too. 

“What does-?” Fiona looked confused. 

“It’s not…” Lilac began. 

“Hurry up and get suited!” Widdershins bellowed. “Don’t hesitate! Aye! He-” 

“Is that Herman Melville on the suits?” Klaus interrupted, looking at the portrait. “He’s one of my favorite authors.” 

“Really?” Fiona asked. 

Klaus nodded excitedly. “I really enjoy the way he dramatizes the plight of overlooked people, such as poor sailors or exploited youngsters, through his strange, often experimental philosophical prose.” 

“Aye! He is a great author indeed!” Widdershins announced. “You’re a researcher, Klaus Baudelaire, is that correct? You and your brother can look over these tidal charts!” He gestured to a pile of papers on the table. “A certain taxi driver managed to smuggle these to me, but I can’t make head or tail of them! We have to figure out the exact course of the predominant tides at the point where the Stricken Stream meets the sea! Find uniforms and get to work immediately! Aye!” 

Nick bit his lip and glared. “We just got out of a raging river.” he said. “We fell off a waterfall.” 

“Yes, so you must get new clothes! Aye!” 

“I?” Sunny asked. 

“What can we do?” Solitude translated, grabbing onto Nick’s leg. 

“Perhaps you can look over the marine life in the area, aye!” Widdershins said. “You’re a biologist, right?” 

“Herpetologist.” Solitude said, and Babbitt chirped from her pocket. The sound went unnoticed by Widdershins, though Fiona gave her a curious glance. 

“As for Sunny, you can help in the kitchen! Aye!” Widdershins said. “Our second crewman has been in charge of cooking, but all he does is make terrible damp casseroles! I’m tired of them! I’m hoping your cooking skills might improve our meal situation!” 

“She’s a baby.” Nick said. 

“I see that!” 

“Stepfather,” Fiona began, “Perhaps-” 

“I like your glasses!” Lilac burst. 

Everyone fell silent, turning to stare at her. If Lilac’s face went any more red, it might explode. She grabbed a loose strand of hair- it was almost completely fallen from her pigtails- and pulled it over her face. 

Fiona bit her lip, and then gave her a smile and adjusted her glasses. “Thank you. I make them myself, we wouldn’t be able to trust optometrists even if we could get to the surface often.” 

Lilac pulled her hair even more over her face, and Violet giggled as Klaus said, “Oh, we get that. That’s very impressive.” 

“Yeah, I thought the triangular design-” 

“That’s enough!” Widdershins said impatiently. “You have to get them into uniforms! Aye! So Lilac and Violet can fix the telegram! Aye! And Nick and Klaus can read tidal charts! Aye! And Solitude can study marine life! Aye! And Sunny can help Cookie! Aye!” 

“Someone call for me?” 

The children heard quiet, uneven footsteps, and then a man limped through the door, wearing the same uniform as the captain and a wide smile on his face. “Baudelaires?” 

“Phil!” Violet cried. 

Klaus dragged Nick behind him as they ran over to Phil, and the toddlers followed closely; Lilac, still completely red, just glanced over and bit her lip. 

“Hello!” Phil said excitedly. “How are you all doing? I bet you’re doing great!” 

“What are you doing here?” Klaus asked. 

“He’s the second in our Crew of Two, aye!” the captain cried. “The original second in the crew of two was Fiona’s mother, but she died in a manatee accident quite a few years ago!” 

“I’m not so sure it was an accident.” Fiona said, but her stepfather ignored her. 

“Then we had Jacques!” the captain continued. “Aye, and then what’s-his-name, Jacques’s brother, and then a dreadful woman who turned out to be a spy, and finally we have Phil! Although I like to call him Cookie! I don’t know why!” 

“I was tired of working in the lumber industry,” Phil said, “And I was sure I could find a better job, and look at me now! Cook on a dilapidated submarine! Life keeps on getting better and better!” 

Violet smiled a little, as Nick clung a bit harder to Klaus’s arm. “I see you’re still an optimist.” 

“We don’t need an optimist!” Widdershins said. “We need a cook! Get to work, Baudelaires! All of you! Aye! We have no time to waste! He who hesitates is lost!” 

“Or she.” Fiona sighed. “And do we really have to start right this minute? I’m sure the Baudelaires are exhausted and confused. We could rest a little-” 

“Rest?” the captain said in astonishment. “We don’t have time for that! Aye! Today’s Saturday, which means we only have five days left! Thursday is the VFD gathering, and I don’t want anyone at the Hotel Denouement to say that the Queequeg hasn’t performed its mission!” 

“Mission?” Solitude asked. 

“Aye!” Captain Widdershins said. “We mustn’t hesitate! We must act! We must hurry! We must move!” 

“We must shut the fuck up.” Nick muttered under his breath. 

“We must search! We must investigate! We must hunt! We must pursue! We must stop occasionally for a brief snack! We must find the Sugar Bowl before Count Olaf does! Aye!”

[sp4c3-0ddity]

the eve of it all

technically i had this idea before season eight so it doesn’t have any real spoilers, but i didn’t write it till after so you can consider it a fluffy little fix-it that disregards it entirely if you like (i know i am lol)

~1800 words. enjoy!! <3

The eve of their launch back into space, diving deep into the unknown, and Pidge can’t sleep. Streetlights shine through the thin curtains covering her bedroom window, plastic stars stuck to the ceiling glowing green, her old-fashioned alarm clock’s digital display a sharp red on her tired eyes. But she can’t do anything but stew.

Lance never showed up to their weekly game night - their last before leaving Earth for who knew how long.

The engine of an old car roars as it drives past her family’s home. Shadows fill her room, a room both familiar and not, wider than the walls she grew used to first on the Castle of Lions then on their intergalactic road trip residing entirely in the Green Lion.

Pidge sighs and turns over, putting her back to the window, and clutches her mermaid plushy to her chest before beginning to list the chemical elements. “Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron…”

She’s halfway through the third period when a sharp thwack against her window interrupts.

Pidge’s breath catches as she bolts upright, unsure if she imagined it or if it’s just a nocturnal crow rapping its beak on the glass like in that poem they read in eighth grade English. But when something else strikes the window, she jumps out of bed and dashes for the window.

Pidge nudges the curtains aside and peeks through the crack between them towards a shadowy figure standing in the dirt in the front yard. “What the quiznak?” she mumbles, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

The figure bends down, fingers scraping the ground before straightening, and when they move a streetlight shines on his face.

Her eyes widen, her heart skipping a traitorous beat as she fumbles for the window latch. She pushes it up and sticks her head through the gaping hole in the screen to hiss, “Lance?”

Lance raises his hand, a shadow of a hesitant smile on his face, but it falls, his eyes shooting wide in panic, when Pidge moves to slam the glass down. “Pidge, w-wait!” he shouts, voice bursting through a too-silent night.

Pidge’s hands freeze, her chest tightening with renewed hurt that he stood her up only to have the audacity to appear while she’s trying to sleep. She glares down at him and demands, “Why should I?”

He lifts a paper bag, shaking it so something inside rattles, and offers, “I brought peanut butter cookies?”

Her lips twist into a scowl. “You think you can bribe me so easily?” she retorts.

Lance’s gaze drifts away, shoulders slumping and bag lowering. “I was hoping you’d at least hear me out.”

She drums her fingernails against the glass, considering. No trace of exhaustion remains to her, and her heart pounds wildly with both anger and the…implications behind him simply lobbing pebbles at her bedroom window.

And, well, she’s always been a little weak to any hint of him moping.

Pidge sighs and says, “Fine. I guess it’s better we talk about this before we launch in the morning.” Lance pumps his fist as he breaks into a wide grin that only warms her (how will she sustain her anger like this?), but before he can say anything else, she adds, “I’ll let you in through the front door, but be quiet. My parents are asleep.”

(She hopes; her mother always makes sure her bedroom door is open anytime Lance is there, as if he ever wants to get up to something besides play video games and talk with her, so she can only imagine how she’d react to a nighttime visit.)

Lance flashes her a thumb’s up as she shuts and latches the window. She pushes her bedroom door open, wincing at the squeaking of the hinges, and tiptoes through the hallway past her parents’ bedroom and down the blessedly carpeted stairs to the front door. The deadbolt scrapes out, and Pidge swings the door in.

Lance steps over the threshold before she properly invites him in, his arms raised before he seems to think better of hugging her. Now, face to face, her irritation with him doesn’t fade, but something about seeing him smiling hopefully tempers it.

“Pidge—”

She shushes him with a finger to her lips and a glower, nodding for him to follow her upstairs once she closes and locks the door. She doesn’t exhale until her bedroom door clicks shut.

She rounds on him right as he opens his mouth and demands, “Where were you?”

“I was, uh…” His gaze roves around the room, lingering on her bed in its disarray, and quietly confesses, “I was on a date with Allura.”

Pidge blinks, his words slow to penetrate her keyed up yet somehow still sleep-deprived brain, but after mulling them over, letting them echo through her mind, her heart drops into her stomach, accompanied by a knot of dread.

She never could snuff out that hopeful whisper that lived in her so long as he stayed single, that thought she had a chance, that one day Lance would get over Allura and finally look twice at her. And the fact he went on a date without even telling her - without at least canceling their weekly game night - knocks the air from her lungs.

“B-but you and I had plans,” Pidge protests feebly. Where is her anger now? “You could’ve at least told me.”

“I should’ve,” Lance admits. He sets the paper bag of cookies on her desk and approaches her. “I’m sorry, Pidge. It was just—”

“Just what, Lance?” she says. Her fingers curl into fists, spine stiffening and - ah, her frustration’s back in full force. “How hard is it to pick up a phone and call me and say, I can’t come to our last game night on Earth for who knows how long because I made a date with someone else?”

He shifts his feet, but his gaze finally snaps to hers. “I don’t have a good excuse,” Lance says. “I was going to tell you - quiznak knows I did start to call you more than once - but…” He stuffs his hands into his pants’ pockets - a nicer dark wash of jeans, Pidge now bothers to notice - and shrugs, his whole demeanor almost painfully defeated.

She rolls her eyes, refusing to be moved. “I’m guessing you’re here because it didn’t go well,” Pidge says.

“Actually, it kind of did,” Lance says, “but also kind of didn’t.”

She quirks an eyebrow, more confused than annoyed. “What does that even mean?”

He sighs and sits on the edge of her bed, staring past her at her bookshelves riddled with textbooks, fantasy novels, superhero figurines, and stuffed animals. Everything she owns, all her interests that most people (including her own mother) usually disdain as childish, are on full display; she’s never bothered to hide them, and Lance has never commented beyond admiration - such as jealousy that some rare collectible sits on her shelf or that she has a box tucked in her closet full of older mint condition comic books she and Matt spent years hunting down - but a part of her can’t help but worry that one day he - or any of her teammates - will.

Geek, nerd, weirdo…all insults - and worse - thrown at her by peers, but never by Lance or her other friends.

(And why is she even thinking about this now?)

“I’m not sure,” Lance says. His fingers run through his hair and he adds, “But there won’t be a second date.”

His words send a shock through Pidge, a relieved giddiness filling her and pushing a smile onto her face. But she bites her lip to suppress it right as Lance looks up, and the implication of what he said hits her.

Her eyes snap open, her chest squeezing and guilt hitting her, and she offers, “I-I’m sorry, Lance. I know how much you like her.”

“Eh…it’s not really that.” He shrugs and smiles slightly. “It was kind of my idea to not go on another date; I’m not even sure I liked her as much as I thought I did.”

“O-oh,” Pidge says, unsure what to add. She perches beside him and rests a hand on his arm. “You still…okay with it?”

His nod is slow and hesitant at first, but it’s more vigorous before long, a smile stretching his lips as he turns and meets her eyes. “Yeah, I think I am,” he says. “Besides, it didn’t feel right that I blew you off just to go on it.”

And they’re back again. Her lips twist into a frown, but his not-quite reassurance fills her stomach with a familiar fluttering. “You going to make it up to me, Sharpshooter?” she wonders, nudging him in the side with her elbow.

Lance gestures towards her desk with a gasp of affront. “I brought your favorite cookies; what more do you want?”

Pidge laughs. “You think I can be bought so easily, Lance?”

He rolls his eyes and grumbles, “What else do you want from me, Pidge?”

She thinks for a second, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she taps her chin. “The Game Flux must be in my room on the Atlas,” she decides.

Lance buries his face in his hands, releasing a muffled groan. “A cruel and unusual punishment,” he whines.

“Commit the crime, do the time.” Pidge scuffs her bare feet over her shaggy carpet, leaning back on her hands and staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars and the globes of Earth and the moon on her highest shelf. Soon…

“Fine.” Lance flops backwards, lying beside her with his legs hanging off the end of the bed. “Anything else, cruel overlord Pidge?”

She smirks and pronounces, “You have to carry me anywhere I want to go once we’re back in space.”

Lance quirks an eyebrow. “Seriously?” When she nods, he sighs and says, “You’re lucky you’re so small…but how long?”

“Until I forgive you for standing me up on our last game night on Earth,” Pidge tells him. She nudges his shin with her toe, warmth spreading through her chest when he turns his head to glance at her.

But his face falls in obvious dismay. He wonders, “And when the quiznak will that be?”

Pidge can’t help her smile as she lies down next to him and rests her hands over her racing heart. She’s already forgiven him, she thinks, but she likes seeing him squirm and the Game Flux is payback for when he stole her rigging for his room on the Castle, and the carrying…

Well, sometimes a girl gets lazy and busy defending the universe and needs a reason for her crush to cradle her in his arms.

But aloud, she says, “Just wait and find out.”

[bakugou-tm]

Anti-Hero Bakugou x Reader

This idea came to me awhile ago, I had read a piece similar from the Voltron fandom or something?? I d k but I really liked the idea so I hope I do it justice, enjoy! It’s not exactly what you think it’ll be, just keep reading my dudes ;)

What the infamous anti-hero did not expect to hear at one in the morning was his phone ringing beside his bed.

There was nobody to be calling him, especially at this hour. He had declined most clients due to the season time, and the ash blond was rather cranky since his recent plans had been hoaxed by the newest Class 1A... those fifteen year old brats.

One day he was going to blast them all to hell.

Regardless, once the loud ringing persisted Bakugou gave into the sound with an annoyed growl, shooting up from his covers and snatching the phone only to freeze when he saw the caller ID that was displayed on his screen.

Why on earth would you be calling him, and why would you be calling him this late? 

After Bakugou made more surprise appearances when you were out in public, he was pleased to see your bitter love for him caving in to your desires. He wasn’t sure how but he even had gotten your number.

That is.. until that shitty boy from Class B had gotten to you. As if the prince charming to save your almost tinted soul, the dark haired boy made you forget all about Bakugou. Better said... he made you remember the villain Bakugou truly was.

The ash blond tried to tempt you once more, but it was clear you were done with his antics. This is why Bakugou planned to take that shitty hero school by storm and light up every last one of those B-List idiots, but not until the glorious Class 1A stopped him and his small crew.

After these recent turn of events Bakugou remained in the shadows, rage building up inside of him as he watched you skip around with this so called hero. 

Which made it all the more weirder when he saw your caller ID on his screen, his crimson eyes narrowing in suspicion before he clicked the green button on his screen and lifted it to his ear.

“The fuck?”

Before he could even finish his growled statement, the sound of screaming and glass breaking was heard in the background causing the ash blond to jump in surprise. Just where the hell were you?

“Baaakaagou?” You groaned into the phone, your voice somewhat laced with sadness when you heard no response, “D..Did I call the wrong number again?”

“No you idiot it’s me, the hell is wrong with you?” Bakugou hissed, already out of bed and stripping off his sweatpants as he heard more chaotic sounds from behind you.

Suddenly a small shriek escaped your lips causing the boy to smash the speaker button on his phone before running to his closet to grab clothes, “Suki it’s you! I’ve missed you so m..much!”

Gritting his teeth he threw a black hoodie over his head, searching for a new pair of sweatpants to slip on while he heard your sloppy voice over the phone. The sound of you hiccuping was not very promising.

“(S/o) are you fucking drunk?”

A loud gasp was heard from the other line as he tugged the gray sweatpants up his waist while letting out a sigh, “Ahem, no I am not drunk thank you very much...” You hissed into the phone before letting out a quiet giggle, “I’ve only had one drink from a very big man, i..it kinda tasted like my favorite cereal... w..what’s it called again?”

Shit, someone was trying to drug you. Quickly snatching his phone the ash blond slid the window of his apartment open, jumping down the rundown building so not to wake up the other members of his crew.

While they were generally neutral about Bakugou’s crush on you, a few grew suspicious as to where his loyalty stood. The last thing he needed was them on his ass right now.

“Stay where you are shitty girl, and if that man comes back punch him as hard as you ca-”

“FRUITY LOOPS!” You screamed into the phone almost causing Bakugou to drop the device as he ran down the sidewalk.

“What?!”

Bursting into giggles Bakugou could hear voices behind you before you spoke up, “M..My favorite cereal, I just remembered they’re called fruity loops!”

Letting out a growl the ash blond continued to run down the dirty cold streets, heading towards the nearest bar he knew until he heard a deep voice in the background of the phone.

“Hey why don’t you grab another drink with me in the back little lady, it’s on me.”

Bakugou’s crimson eyes widened when he heard you chipperly agree, only confirming you were not in the right state of mind.

“(S/o) don���t you go fucking back with him-”

The sound of the line cutting sent a wave of chills through his core, until a new wave of rage crashed over him.

Quickly typing away at your phone, he used the new application Kurogiri got on his phone to track down any device, confirming your exact whereabouts. He had no time to wonder from bar to bar, he needed to get to you and fast.

Shoving his phone in his pocket once he locked onto your location, Bakugou blasted away into the sky, thinking of how he was going to blow this assholes brains out until his inner rage was calmed.

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Storming into the bar, the ash blond kept his hood up so not to be recongized before slamming his fist on the counter effectivly startling the man behind it.

“Where did that (h/c) hair go, roughly (height) sized.” Bakugou hissed, the man looked the ash blond up and down before slowly pointing to the back door.

It took Bakugou less than two seconds to storm towards the door, shoving all the drunk idiots of the bar aside before blasting open the door, his head whipping to the scene he feared he would see.

Sitting on top of a stack of dirty boxes was your form, your back pressed against the wall while your head leaned on one of the three men before you.

“H..Hey, you promised me more of my fruity drink.” You pouted, head sliding off the side of the man as he grunted, the other two attempting to sit you up.

“Yeah yeah little miss your drink is coming, just lean back for us yeah?” The man cooed, his hands working up the small hoodie you wore, “Lean her against the wall you idiots before someone catches us.”

Both men pressed your back against the wall, your head resting against as you bursted into giggles, mistaking their wondering hands as something much more simple.

“I..Is this a tickle party?” You grinned, barely able to keep your head up until Bakugou had enough of this.

How dare they bring you to such a filthy place. A pure angelic girl that had no taint on her, just sloppily laid amongst this trash. It was angering, raging even.

“Oi oi, get your hands off her you perverts.” Bakugou yelled, catching all of their attention causing them to jump before they saw the boy standing before him.

Suddenly their startled expressions faded as they bursted into laughter, the man before you keeping his hold on you while the other two began to walk to Bakugou.

“This doesn’t concern the likes of you kid, now scram.”

Bakugou’s once angered face darkened, his fists clenching as they began to spark up, “Let her fucking go now, before I show my fists so far up your as you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”

While the threat was intense, the men couldn’t help but scoff down to the teen sized boy.

“You got a lot of nerve kid, who do you think you are?”

Just as Bakugou was ready to show them, your giddy voice filled the air causing all of them to look at you.

“B..Bakugou?” You muttered, your glazed over eyes looking to him before your face brightened up like a child on Christmas Day, “Bakugou it’s you! Don’t hurt him tickle guys, h..he’s my very best friend!”

The men’s once confident faces all dropped at the sound of Bakugou’s name, their heads slowly turning to the ash blond as a crooked smirk appeared on his features. Pulling his hood down, his infamous ash blond locks were revealed while his crimson eyes glowed devilishly in the rundown alleyway.

“B..Bakugou? You never told us you were that creepy new villain.” The man said, slowly stepping back while Bakugou advanced, smashing his fists together.

“Well I was hoping to stay anonymous, but I guess blabber mouth couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut,” Bakugou hissed, rolling his eyes to your giggling form before focusing his attention back on the three cowering men, “Either way, I’m going to blast you all the way to hell.”

And with that, the only sound that was heard were the cries of the three men and loud explosions, lasting for a bout five minutes until three heavy thuds were heard against the cemented road.

To anyone that happened to look down the street, all they would happen to see was a black figure shaking with rage, smoke coming from his hands while his sinister crimson eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. But luckily, nobody bothered to check on the loud cries.

Once finally beginning to calm down Bakugou quickly made his way over to your form, your head beginning to slide against the wall while you almost fell off the pair of boxes until the ash blond luckily caught you somewhat gracefully.

“Fucking hell... you’re a mess (S/o).” The ash blond muttered, your normally bright skin looking sickeningly pale meanwhile your head was burning up. He could only imagine the massive hangover you would be having tomorrow.

Blinking your eyes in a dazed view, you leaned on his muscular arm that wrapped around your form before looking up to him, “I..I’m not a mess, I’m just sleeeeepy.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, ignoring you drunken words as he made his way down the sidewalk while keeping a firm hold on you as you stumbled forward. UA was only a few blocks down, and lucky for him he knew exactly which dorm you were in.

“Can I fucking ask why the hell Class 4A’s number one hero is out at one in the morning drunk as a fucking skunk?” The ash blond questioned, grunting as you stumbled over your feet once more.

Letting out a sigh you seemed to be pondering over something, your (e/c) orbs flicking to the ground before you ultimately shrugged, deciding not to respond.

The rest of the walk was in silence, while Bakugou would usually be teasing you to no end like he usually did, it was no fun when you weren’t in the right state of mind. The ash blond new for a fact if the real you were here, you would have punched him into the nearest wall. But now here you were, putty in his hands.

It was... unsettling.

“H..Hey, I see UA coming up!” You suddenly cried, catching Bakugou’s attention as you began to trot forward until you were out of his grasp, the absence of a stable being causing you to trip over your own feet and stumble to the ground.

Expecting you to groan in pain or maybe even cry, Bakugou was met with you bursting into giggles causing an annoyed growl to escape your lips. Whatever they put in that drink really made you braindead.

"I don’t know why the hell you didn’t just call that fucktard of a boyfriend to pick your goofy ass up.” Bakugou hissed under his breath, snaking his arm around your back and neck and scooping you back to your feet.

But instead of continuing to walk forward, your expression suddenly faltered as you bit your lip. That same lost face you had before returning to your features, causing the ash blond to freeze as you looked down to your feet.

“I...I would rather not speak of Yosetsu at the moment,” You muttered sadly, your right foot grazing against the sidewalk bashfully before your tearful eyes looked up to Bakugou, “I wasn’t good enough for him s..so he cheated on me with another girl.”

Suddenly all the dots clicked in Bakugou’s head, that’s what this was about.

That’s why you were drunk at one of the dirtiest bars in Japan, that’s why you called him of all people to come pick you up, that bastard was the reason you were in this mess.

While there was a small spark of pleasure upon hearing that idiot was in your past, it was nowhere near the amount of rage he felt for the sorry boy.

“That motherfucker...” Bakugou growled, fists clenching before he heard you hiccup, half from your sobbing and half from your drunken state.

The look of your heartbroken eyes and blotchy face made Bakugou’s heart skip a beat, especially when your sad voice came to match it, “Y..You’re not going to leave me to, a..are you Katsuki?”

Gritting his teeth, Bakugou ran his fingers through your soft (h/c) locks to calm you down, knowing he couldn’t leave you in such a sad and vulnerable position.

“Course not, I’m not a dumbass like him,” Bakugou scoffed before turning around and crouching down with a scowl on his face, “Now get on my back so I can get your ass home.”

Seeing your expression flip from sad to excited helped somewhat of the guilt Bakugou felt, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t seething with fury towards that boy. He had already made a mental note to smash his head into the nearest wall next time they came across each other.

After about ten minutes of tedious walking, Bakugou finally made it to your dorm building. Entering through the backdoor and to the girls dorms. While he knew exactly where your dorm was for his own personal reasons, stalking the shit out of you, it was helpful remembering how the dorms worked thanks to his previous years at this shitty school.

By the time he reached your door, your head felt heavy against his shoulder, assuming you were asleep since you made no movements at the sight of your dorm. Trying the knob the ash blond huffed in annoyance when he found it unlocked, always so irresponsible.

Shutting the door quietly behind himself, the anti-hero shuffled over to her unmade bed, getting ready to set her down until she began to stir on his back, sliding off of him before he could set her down.

“Tomorrow you need to drink a shit ton of water you hear me?” Bakugou muttered, keeping her swaying form still by grabbing onto her arms, “Now get some rest shitty girl, lord knows you’ll fucking need it.”

Ready to turn around and make his escape from the dorms, he froze when a quiet whine was heard from behind him, his crimson eyes looking back.

“Y..You can’t leave without a kiss goodnight!” You huffed, your lower lip puffing out into a pout while you folded your arms stubbornly.

If only you knew how much he wanted to just slam you against the wall and take you right here, oh how he wanted to give you so much more than a mere goodbye kiss. But as much as he wanted to, it just wouldn’t be the same knowing it wasn’t truly you asking for his burning touch.

Instead, Bakugou stomped forward giving you a quick peck on the lips before pushing you down just softly enough for you to plop down on your bed, “Go to bed now you little shit.”

Now ready to sneak out, he was yet again stopped but this time by your small hand grasping his own, using his stable body to hoist yourself back to your feet.

“I want you t..to give me a real goodnight kiss.” You muttered, your eyes holding a certain look that sent chills over Bakugou. This wasn’t good, your stature, that devious look in your eye... you were asking for something that you were going to regret. He could only beg you wouldn’t push him further, that thin string of sanity inside of him threatening to snap by just your very gaze, 

“You’re going to regret this (S/o).” Bakugou growled down to you as your arms snaked around his neck, your lips curving into a grin while you looked up to him with a dazed expression.

“I doubt it...” You purred, kissing at his cheeks before your lips neared just by his ear, “I know you can do much better than that Suki.”

Damn it. How were you going to whisper seductivly to him like that, even using the nickname you knew drove him wild. You were asking for this the whole time, and lucky for you were able to snap that final string like it were a strand of fine hair.

In a matter of seconds your body was hoisted into his arms, a shriek escaping your lips but was immedietly muffled by his mouth smashing against yours.

Immediately the taste of your sweet lips were devoured by his own, the stringent taste of alcohol slightly in your mouth as well. It was foreign to him, your mouth normally tasting of sweet candy, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

The anti-hero devoured up your lewd sounds as he gripped firmly at your underside, a low growl emitting from his own lips as he diminished any bit of innocence you had left. Surely you would feel miserable tomorrow, but the only thing the two you seemed to care about was the present. The now.

Your form was putty in his hands at this point, your fingers tugging at his ash blond locks while you let out soft moans at the occasional feeling of him biting at your lip. The sound of your gasps making the beast inside him even more riled up.

Bakugou wanted to push you further, he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of your body to claim what was rightfully his, but deep down he knew you weren’t his yet. This wasn’t you speaking, this wasn’t you kissing him, this wasn’t you. Rather a drunk and saddened version of yourself, and as much as Bakugou craved your heated touch all over him, this isn’t how he wanted it.

He may not be a hero, but he wasn’t like those shitty perverts.

Pulling away from your bruised lips he scowled when he heard your annoyed whimpers, tugging your leech like hold on him off you as you whined before giving you one final glare that seemed to shut you up just by the look.

“Get the fuck in bed, now.” Bakugou growled, your lips tugging into a frown before you nodded, crawling back in bed.

Once he finally saw your exhausted form bundled up in your sheets, the ash blond left your room in silence, leaving you to dwell upon tonight’s wild events and prepare for the aftershock the next morning.

While he expected to wake up to hundreds of angry voicemails from you about the night before, he was surprised to wake up to one simple text.

A text causing a smug smirk to grow on his lips.

“I may have regret going to that bar, but I didn’t regret kissing you. Call me.”

[0mnitrixter]

     As the bright green light filled the empty room, the loud, unceasing beeping made him suddenly wake up.

Ben growled, trying to cover his ears with the pillow to ignore whatever was happening. But after that sound became louder and louder, the boy finally peeked from the pillow, trying to locate the source of that fuzz.

It was coming from the night table next to his bed. It took a moment to realize, but once he understood that it was the Omnitrix going off, he quickly sat up, reaching for the device to see what was happening.

Instinctively we wore it; Dexter pressed for him to take it off at least when he was sleeping, both fearing that it could malfunction while Ben wasn’t aware and because of the damage it was creating on the boy’s wrist.      Finally, he pressed on the device, to see what the alarm was for.

[WARNING: NEW ALIEN DNA DETECTED]

     That completely caught his attention. He navigated through the settings, trying to determine the location of that new extraterrestrial life form the Omnitrix was detecting.

Strange... it said it wasn’t coming from anywhere near Offworld Plaza or the Space Port. He tried to scan the Nanocom Map, but everywhere he looked, the Omnitrix kept saying that the source of the new DNA wasn’t anywhere in there.

Sighing, a bit annoyed, he got up and walked to his desk, switching on the computer to try and solve that mystery once and for all.

He connected the watch to the network and started a larger scan of all known area to find this new alien form.

It took a while, and Ben was really about to fall asleep again on his chair when finally, something came up.      Yawning, the teen stretched and looked at the big screen in front of him. What he saw, left him speechless, and made him wake up completely.

The computer was detecting the source of the new alien DNA on Planet Fuse.

That couldn’t be right,      There was NO WAY the Omnitrix was detecting ANY sort of life form on that disgusting excuse of a planet.

He tried to get more information, scanning all known alien species to see if there was a match with what the watch was detecting. Of course, there were some species the device hadn’t scanned yet, but them being on Planet Fuse? Was that monster keeping hostages for some obscure reason?

But the answer that came up from his search was even more unsettling that he could ever imagine.

[NEW ALIEN DNA FOUND] [SOURCE: PLANET FUSE] [SPECIES: FUSE]

     That... couldn’t be right at all. They passed YEARS trying to understand who Fuse was and how to destroy it. The Omnitrix started malfunctioning once that invader arrived, and it was never able to acquire or even DETECT that monster’s DNA.      He tried to repeat the search more than once, but the same result came up, over and over again.

Ben leaned back on his chair, looking down at the watch, shocked and confused.      He tapped on the device screen, and a hologram popped up.

[ACQUIRE NEW ALIEN DNA: YES/NO]

     Maybe he needed to call Dexter and tell him about what was going on; that could be a big breakthrough in that war.      As he thought this, the signal coming from Planet Fuse began to weaken, and the Omnitrix started a countdown for the acquisition.

He could record all that data and send it to the boy genius.      Or... he could... scan the DNA, store it into the Omnitrix and show it to him the next day...

[COUNTDOWN: 3]

His eyes darted from the computer screen to the Omnitrix, trying to decide what to do.

[COUNTDOWN: 2]

There was no time to copy the information or even contact Dexter.

[COUNTDOWN: 1]

     He whined, and with a quick, resolute movement he smacked the screen of the Omnitrix, allowing it to acquire and store that new DNA.

The beeping immediately ceased. The room went silent, except for Ben’s hard breathing. He was legit shivering from a mix of relieved stress and fear.

It... was there. He had Fuse, LORD Fuse’s DNA stored into the Omnitrix.

That was BIG. That could allow them to really win that war that had been going on for so long. It didn’t seem real.

     He sighed loudly, rubbing his face with both hands and bending down to his legs, trying to calm down a bit, collect his thought and decide what to do next. He even stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Finally, Ben pulled up, taking a deep breath.      He looked down at the Omnitrix once again and tapped a shivering finger on the dial, letting the new alien hologram appear.

Fuse.

It was real.

And now... he was curious. Should he... try it?      Should he verify that that was, in fact, Fuse’s form?           What if it was a trap?

Too many questions and doubts rose up as he looked at that green miniature of the alien who was trying to destroy their planet.

He needed to be sure so that no one would get hurt.

     His hand moved to activate the Omnitrix, right arm up in the air and left one bent in front of his face. He hesitated as all the possibilities passed in his mind on how that could end.

In the end, his instinct prevailed, and his hand flew down and collided with the device, filling the room with a bright green light.

     And a painful, ear-piercing scream of agony.

[shiro-sensei-14]

LWA Chariot and Croix: first meeting

LWA Chariot and Croix first meeting

This is a story I wrote for the Charoix week. I had fun imagining their first meeting. I will probably add one or two chapters later. English is not my mother tongue so there might be some inaccuracies.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from LWA.

Charoix First Meeting

Spring had returned, offering the students of Luna Nova a new school year. Chariot du Nord was walking on the path looking at the trees, admiring their rebirth after that long cold and snowy winter. Some buds had already popped up on their branches and Cherry trees were blooming. The thin pink cherry blossoms were flying all around her each time the wind blew. With her messy hair, she could bet she would bring a lot of them to class. She did not mind, she loved that season and cherry trees alleys were her favourite. So if she could carry a little bit of the beauty with her that would be just heart-warming. It was a warm and sunny day, the sky was deep blue without clouds. Ay, if only she could have spent the whole day outside instead of going to class. Alas, this was out of the question anyway. And her joyful mood turned a little gloomy while thinking of all the boring classes that were awaiting her. Especially the magical potion class; she was so bad at it that her teacher kept scolding her. She could be considered a danger since she had already provoked minor explosions.

Lost in her thoughts, not looking where she was walking, she suddenly stumbled on a root and fell heavily on the ground.

"Are you OK?" a voice asked behind her. Chariot turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw a girl about the same age gazing in her direction with a worried look on her face. Chariot felt embarrassed of the situation and laughed nervously, brushing the back of her head.

"Yeah, it happens to me all the time" She immediately regretted to have said that, she should have looked dumb. The girl, however, did not laugh at her but inclined her head and observed Chariot's knees.

"You hurt yourself, I might have something for you." She fumbled in her bag and took out a bottle of water, a handkerchief, a patch and a tiny spray.

"Wow! You are well organized" Chariot observed with admiration.

"You never know what might happen"

While the girl was cleaning and disinfecting the scrapes, Chariot was glaring at her. She was taller than her, quite thin with nice figures. Her hair was long curly lavender and smelt of lilac; her big droopy green eyes were hiding behind glasses. Her moves were soft and precise. Her low voice matched perfectly with her maturity.

"There, it's done!" She offered her hand to help Chariot standing up. When she held it, Chariot felt a sudden flash in her chest, her ruby eyes met the jade ones and she gasped.

"does it hurt?" asked the unknown girl.

"N... no, I'm alright, really..." she babbled.

"Ok, Have a nice day then." The girl was about to leave when Chariot called her.

"Wait... Thank you." She said blushing.

"It's ok. Goodbye" And the beautiful stranger turned heels and walked in haste. Chariot was startled, she was wondering why her heart was fluttering that way. She could not get her eyes off of the silhouette disappearing afar.

The first period was about to start, all the students of the class 2 –B were chatting in small groups except Chariot. Usually she would be the one animating the class with her transformation skills, but today she was sitting at her desk, spacing out and looking through the window. She could not help thinking of this fortunate morning encounter and regretted not to have even asked for her name. She sighed heavily. When the all class stood in a military manner, she understood that her homeroom teacher had entered and she had better do the same.

"Sit down." Ms Anne Finnelan ordered firmly. "Today, I would like to introduce a transfer student, would you please come in?" Everybody was looking curiously towards the door when a lavender-haired girl came in with assertiveness.

"Good Morning, my name is Croix Meridies. I have been studying at Edwards Academy until last year. I want to develop my skills in traditional Magic; that is why I enrolled Luna Nova. I am glad to meet you."

"Ms Meridies, there is a seat available in the back of the second rank. This will be your desk for this semester."

"Thank you Professor Finnelan."

Chariot dropped jaws when she recognized the beautiful stranger. Her eyes were wide open and her look observed each part of the transfer student to make sure she was not hallucinating.

Croix sat at her desk without giving a glance to Chariot. She was two seats above her on the first rank on her right. Chariot could not focus on anything else than the newcomer. Her heart had started pounding again at her sight. She decided that she would properly introduce herself at the break but the students sitting around her monopolized her and she could not even approach her. The situation repeated itself after the second period. She would get her chance before the potion class since they had to change room to go to the labs. But once again, the class representatives and a bunch of noisy girls surrounded her, harassing her with questions. Croix politely answered but seemed annoyed by the situation.

They reached the lab and in groups of three they started working on a healing potion.

"Dear students, follow the recipe in the correct order. You were supposed to find the ingredients let's see what you have here. You will be marked on the quality of your components." The teacher analysed meticulously each ingredient before authorizing the manipulation. If one ingredient was missing or not correct, the students would lose marks but would be able to use the lab materials. Croix was not belonging to any group for the lesson so the teacher let her use the ingredients of the laboratory. She started on her own to melt raven blood, with oil and salt, then she added weeds from the enchanted swamp, a slice of cherry wood, a dose of wise person ashes and two litres of water from the same swamp. She heated the potion and mixed it all for the next two hours.

In the meantime Chariot and her team were having a hard time. They had not been able find the correct ashes so they had burnt a piece of wood and brought the remains to class. The teacher, who had a huge nose, immediately recognized the smell and yelled at the girls.

All the attention was focused on the trio and Chariot met Croix's look. She would have liked to vanish in an instant, shame invading her. She gulped and obeyed the teacher who had told her to fetch the correct ingredients. She was looking at the jars but the ink had faded and it was hard to read the name. She finally took something looking like ashes from the shelf and brought it back to her team. They could start the manipulation with relief. But when Chariot heated the mixture, a terrible smell came out of her cauldron. This was so awful that the teacher asked the students to evacuate the class for a moment. She used a magic spell to return the potion to something decent and opened all the windows with a single move of her wand. A whirlwind twirled above the cauldrons and the teacher pushed it in the direction of the windows. The atmosphere became breathable again.

The teacher called Chariot and shouted at her once more in front of the class. She was looking at her feet, shaking and feeling nauseous. She could not help imagining how Croix would be despising her and this thought made her even more desperate.

"You should ask for tutoring, it is unthinkable for a second-year student to be so careless! But I am not sure any of the students here would like to teach you."

"I will!" the low assertive voice came from the back of the class. Chariot once again felt that flash shooting through her heart. That voice was the one she had heard this morning. Croix was standing for her. She could not believe it, nor could the other students. Even if Chariot was popular among her peers, everybody knew that teaching her potions was hopeless. Only a newcomer could take the risk.

Chariot was all flustered and muttered a "thank you" in Croix's direction before looking back at her feet and joining her group.

After classes, the students were either joining their clubs or went to the library to make research. Chariot was collecting her books and notes when Croix walked in her direction.

"Let's go to the lab."

"Wh... now?"

"Of course now; you need practice. Don't worry I'll be there to help you. The teacher told me that we could use all the ingredients in the lab as long as we wrote in the registry exactly what we had used."

"Aren't you scared that I blow up the lab?"

"It's going to be alright, I'll be there and I have always been the ace of my class in Potions."

"huuh, How much did you get this afternoon?"

"100/100, as usual; I used to teach my classmates. I was the professor's assistant at Edwards. So I am not scared teaching you, even if you screwed up this afternoon." Chariot gritted her teeth at the last comment.

They walked to the lab and Croix opened her tablet. Chariot opened her eyes, she was not used to this modern device, especially in school. Of course she had a mobile phone but it was forbidden to use it at Luna Nova.

"Wow, does the Head know that you are using this device here?"

"I am a modern girl, I believe in technology. I am sure that we can mix the benefits of traditional Magic with new technologies."

"Well, don't claim that too loud, Luna Nova is very conservative you know, you'd better hide this."

"Nobody will see us here, and all my notes and books are recorded on the hard drive. Look, this is my favourite book of potions. Select one recipe from the first chapter."

Chariot browsed the pages by flipping her finger on the screen and selected "enhanced speed potion" Croix sat beside her and started explaining the importance of the choice of the ingredients. Chariot was feeling the heat of her body and had difficulties focusing on the lesson. She wanted to touch her but did not dare. Croix was passionate when it came to science and without thinking she put her hand on Chariot's thigh, the latter letting escape a gasp of surprise. Croix did not expect that reaction and looked a little embarrassed. She wiped her glasses to try to appear composed.

"Now, find what you need to prepare the mixture and write this down here." Chariot was climbing on the ladders, reading each pot, each jar until she found the components

"Very well, now I will show you the importance of the moves. Potions are not just adding elements together, there is a way to do this, let me hold your wrist."

"heee?" Chariot was destabilized; never a teacher had talked about the importance of the moves, even less had physically guided her to make a potion. Croix stood behind her and leaned on her, her arm following the shape of Chariot's.

"You are so tense, relax. I want to see this wrist become lax. Come on!"

"So...Sorry. Hem uh... li...like this?"

"yes, let's mime it before..." and like a choreography, Croix guided her partner with her natural elegance. "Up and down, up and down, softly, softer, yes, like this, go on, don't stop. Without me now." Croix released Chariots wrists but remained clung on her, her hands on her shoulders. Chariot could feel her breath on her neck and started being nervous again. Croix caught immediately her hand and led her once again. Then she stepped back and observed her student.

"Now with the elements, don't be scared, you've rehearse the move enough." And Chariot repeated the hand choreography with the ingredients this time.

"Good now, you just need to heat it up. 100 degrees, no more ;for two hours. Yes done! So I will go to the library and come back in two hours. Don't make a mess!" Croix winked at her while Chariot had opened her mouth to protest.

"Croix! You are not going to leave me like that, are you?"

"there's nothing more to do than to check. I'll leave you my tablet if you want to read more about potions." And she left without listening to her classmate.

There was nothing else to do so Chariot decided to follow Croix's advice. She browsed the book and found a chapter concerning emotions. "Love Filter". She suddenly thought that could be something fun to create. The image of Croix invaded her; she was totally under her spell. Her heart started bouncing again at the remembrance of her embrace while guiding her. How hard it had been to remain focused while her entire self wanted to hold her back. She started dreaming of the moment she had felt her breath in the neck and had longed for a kiss. There was no doubt, she had fallen for that newcomer, and it was love at first sight.

"Maybe if I could make that potion, she would feel the same." She was thinking aloud with a cunning smile on her face. She looked carefully at the recipe; it was quite simple with few ingredients, maybe the teacher would not even remark she had taken a little more. The heating time was short as well, forty-five minutes.

"come on Chariot, let's go!" she started rushing all over the lab, found easily the ingredients and started to place them before a second cauldron. She repeated the moves several times before starting the mixture.

"Ok, we're ready, let's heat it... 120 degrees. The timer is here, Go!" Chariot was going from one cauldron to the other, from time to time, giving a little twirl with the spoon. She was looking anxiously at the door; she had suddenly thought that Croix could come back earlier.

But the first timer rang. She used a pipette to transfer the liquid in a tube she hid in her bag. She washed the cauldron, hid all the materials she had used and cleaned the bench. Everything was tidied up as if she had never used anything else.

Five minutes before the end of the second timer, Croix came back to the lab. Chariot was pretending to be focused on her potion. Croix took her tablet and consulted the history of the pages visited. She realised that Chariot had spent more than an hour on the Love filter page. She smirked and put the tablet on the table. The timer rang.

"Ok, then turn off the gaz. Take a pipette and the tube rake. Fill in the tubes. Now your potion is ready."

"wow, I have destroyed nothing today."

"Let's test it!"

"Oh... shall I drink it?"

"Are you crazy? Never use it on yourself first, test it on a mouse."

"A mouse? Do you want me to turn into a mouse, this is one of my specialties!"

"Baka! No way! We are in a lab, I suppose there are mice for your biology lessons."

"hem, I have never worked on them personally, I am against animal testing!"

"Well, my dear, when you are a scientist, you have no choice if you want to make research."

"I am sure there are plenty of other ways to test especially with your new technologies."

"There are but not for everything, not yet. I am working on it on my spare time. Well in the meantime, let's find a mouse"

"The Professors lab is over there but we cannot... hey how did you open that door?"

"New technologies... no I'm joking, the door was unlocked." Croix sneaked in the lab and found a second room with hundreds of mice in cages. She opened a cage and stole a mouse.

"Croix! If we are caught we might be expelled!"

"Tsk, there are almost a thousand mice over here; they will not make the difference. Ok now take a pipette and give the potion to that little buddy."

Chariot executed the move reluctantly, her hand was shaking. A drop fell in the mouse's throat. Suddenly it escaped from Croix's hands and rushed like a rocket all around the lab!

"It worked! It actually worked!" Chariot was ecstatic. Croix was observing carefully the little living being when it abruptly stopped and fell on its flanks. Chariot wondered what was going on. Croix took the little mouse listened to its heart.

"It's over, she's dead."

"WHHHHHHHAAAAATTTTT?" Chariots eyes started filling up with tears

Croix put the mouse on the bench and rushed to Chariot and took her in her arms

"There, there" She patted her head while pressing her against her body.

"I killed her, I killed her..."

"We did, and I am responsible."

"How did that happen, I followed strictly the recipe, you followed me, why? Why?" she said crying.

"Because there was one last step that you neglected, it's the amount of product compared to the size and weight of the user. Even a drop for that little being was too strong, she had a heart attack. Do you understand now why I forbade you to use it on yourself? Your potion is a success, for a Human being, but you need to calculate accurately the dose before using it."

"You knew and you let me do it!" She yelled.

"I know this is cruel, but with this shock, you will not play with potions anymore. Now give me that love filter and let me destroy it before you kill someone."

"HEEEEEEEEE?" she stopped crying all of a sudden and quickly wiped her eyes.

"I know everything dear, erase the history of my tablet if you do not want me to find out. Who did you want to use it on?"

Chariot was startled and could not articulate a word, she was all flustered.

"Hey, relax, I won't tell anybody. You shouldn't need a love potion, you are just adorable as you are."

"Stop mocking me."

"I am not, Chariot du Nord. I like you. When you fell this morning, I immediately fell...for you. There was something disarming in you that attracted me."

"You are making fun of me, how could you fall for somebody so clumsy, useless... and a mouse killer!"

Croix burst out laughing.

"You see, that's exactly why I have fallen in love with you. You are real, Chariot, sincere, and super cute."

"huh? You think I am cute?"

"yes, indeed!"

"well, to be honest, I think you are hot and I kept thinking about you all day."

Chariot tightened her embrace.

"Why do you think I offered tutoring. I wanted to be with you."

"So why did you leave me for two hours?" Chariot whined.

"I am taking my tutoring seriously; this was part of the lesson. I had let my tablet on purpose, knowing that you would have tried something. I did not expect the love potion though. Well, wait... You intended to try it on ... ME?"

"Huh em... yes." Chariot answered with a little voice hiding her face in Croix's shoulder.

"BAKA!" Croix lift Chariot chin and kissed her lips. Chariot blushed at first but kissed her back. they held each other, their hands rubbing softly one another's back. The kiss became more intense, Croix bit from time to times Chariots inferior's lip. Their tongues were dancing and playing hide and seek. Both of their hearts were racing and desire growing.

"Let's go to my room, I have no roommate."

"Me neither... maybe we could ask the administration to be together."

"It would be fantastic."

Chariot this time was the one to kiss Croix first with all her passion. She then held her hand and led her to her room.

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Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 NSFW

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 NSFW

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 NSFW

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 NSFW

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 NSFW

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 NSFW

Chapter 18

(I know it’s a bit early but since no ficlet this week cause I can’t manage my time >< here you go!)

This new life was just too good.

Too good...

Mic knows all good things come to an end.

                                                        Chapter 18

“Mind if we take a little detour?” the blonde asked Emi.

“Well since I’m not U.A bound, I guess,” she grinned. “What for?”

“Just wanted to pick the kids up something...like a snack.”

“Oh! Ice cream! It’s really humid and hot!”

“Hmmmm Girly and Shining Boy are lactose intolerant...and so am I,” Mic thought for a moment. “Though popsicles could be good.”

“Dude, you’re lactose intolerant!? You poor thing!”

Mic shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”

“If I couldn’t eat my mocha ice cream it’d be...udder chaos.”

The blonde choked as hands clamped over his mouth as he laughed.

--

Emi watched as the blonde meticulously looked at the back of several cartons of popsicles. “I don’t think any of those have milk in them.”

“Checking for artificial sweeteners,” Mic explained as he looked over to her. “ ‘parently they can fuck with Sugar Rush’s Quirk.”

The outburst hero giggled some. How sweet! He knew things like that about Shouta’s kids. The other hero managed to reel in a keeper.

“These should do,” Mic grinned.

“To the check-out!” Emi announced as she struck a dramatic pose, enjoying that the blonde seemed to have found it amusing. She might hurt Shouta if he left this guy, he WILLING laughs at her antics.

“So you do you just do volunteer work for that, ah Purrs and Paws place?”

Mic looked to her. “Hm? Ah nah, I help at Wings of Refuge, Open Doors Open Hearts, and Empty Shelves as well. I also pop in and out minor events too, like the health and support show, Board Walk of Life and such.”

Emi grinned. People like Mic are true heroes. Giving their all, and helping those that sadly heroes just can’t get to. She asked minor questions here and there as the approached the register; how long he’s been doing volunteer work, any interesting stories, things of those matters.

The blonde eagerly answered. It was so...refreshing to have somebody actually asking about these things. As if they wanted to know more about him for what he does as Yamada and not as Mic.  It was… a nice change.

When Mic set down the packages of popsicles he could already feel a wave a of discomfort. A young man was in front of them. Possibly earlier twenties at the oldest, with a little girl in his cart. Looking at the total displayed on the screen and back to the items he had at the counter. The blonde watched as little by little he moved things off to the side in hopes of bringing the total down.

Glancing past him, he saw that the little girl, who was being a lot quieter than what would have been expected. Green eyes widened some, as he took in the little girls flushed face and she was wrapped in two sweaters.

His eyes darted back to the register and saw the pile of items still being pushed aside. “How short is he? For all of it?”

The young man, cashier, and even Emi looked to him.

“A-about 1900 yen,” the cashier stated.

Mic looked to the young man who pulled up his hood on his sweater, in attempt to hide his face...the blonde bit his lip. They man was feeling, ashamed…”I got this.”

“No wait-you don’t--”

Mic held up his hand and gave a smile to the young man. “It’s alright, just, pass the good deed along...alright?”

The young man looked to him and nodded. Mic could see the wetness gathering in his eyes.

The cashier smiled and nodded.

Emi sighed  happily. Yep, it was official. If Shouta left him, Emi would probably take Mic in exchange then.

The man thanked Mic as he headed out of the store. Mic couldn’t help but to keep smiling as he stepped up next.

“You know that was probably just a scam,” a voice asked from behind.

Mic blinked, smile falling as he looked back. An older woman, well ok maybe she was about in her thirties as well but still. She was, decently dress, and had an arfull of items, and an annoyed look on her face. “E-exsqueeze me?” Mic asked.

“You probably just got scammed out of 2000 yen,” she stated.

Oh….oh! Heaven FORBID some poeple struggle, Mic inwardwadrly thought. OF COURSE people would just scam others for juice, crackers, and veggie mix. SURE!How could he have been so--

“AHAAH!!! Good one!” Emi was holding her stomach as she laughed. As she straightened herself up she looked to the woman...and blinked. “W-wait...you’re serious? You’re, ACTUALLY, being serious?”

The tone the outburst hero was using was enough to make the other woman flush and shift her stance slightly embarrassed. And Emi just kept staring at her, as Mic proceeded with his order. The longer Emi stared the deeper the flush grew; until the woman muttered a quick ‘excuse me’ and rushed back into one of the aisles.

“Let’s go,” Mic said in a tight voice.

The green haired woman nodded as they went out. She was a bit concerned for Mic...it almost felt like was was holdin--

As soon as they were out and around the corner Mic laughed. Laughed so loud Emi thought she could feel the ground shake as he curled forward arms wrapping around himself.

“Holy shit! AHahahhhha-h-holy--ehehehaha shit!” Mic tried to speak through his laughing, he could even feel his eyes watering. “T-that was--ahahah--that was fucking amazing!” He looked to her and grinned. “She was so embarrassed! I swear she was seconds from just, ehehahha, bursting into flames!”

Emi was laughing with him before she realized it. “I-it was, ahahaha, so stupid though! I thought--ahahahah, I though she HAD to of been joking!”

Mic nodded as his laughter finally died down to snickering and he stood up. He looked to Emi who was wiping a tear from her eye. He extended a hand to her. “Yamada.”

“Ah, what?” She looked at him confused.

“Just...call me Yamada, Mic is...ah--”

“Oh! OK!” she grinned and took his hand and shook. “Yamada it is!”

Mic grinned. “Thanks for this LaughRiot.”

“LaughRiot?”

The blonde smiled. “I give nicknames to people I like.”

Emi blinked before she grinned. “I like it!”

--

Mic waved as Emi headed off after she dropped him off at the dorms. Had to admit, he kinda felt bad for judging her so fast. She was actually are really good person. He sighed as headed in. As he made his way to the kitchen area, he saw gathered in the opened common area most of the kids.

Some studying, some watching tv, some playing a card game. Even some of the 1-B kids were there too, and that one GenEd student as well.

“Yama-san!” Uraraka looked up from her book. “Everything alright? You said there was an emergency.”

Mic smiled. “Everything’s good now, special guest at the shelter,” he explained as he pulled out one of the boxes from the bag and opened them.

“Special guest--oh!” Uraraka asked and jumped a bit as he tossed her a popsicle. “Ah! Thank you Yama-san!”

“Yeah, heard about the break in at the at Open View?”

“Ah yeah it was playing all morning, Midoriya nodded and caught a popsicle tossed his way.

Mic nodded, as he continued handing out the treats. “Turns out there was an otter that was lost, or stuck somewhere, and he needed to be held up somewhere.”

Uraraka and Ashido’s eyes widened and sparkled some. “YOU GOT TO PLAY WITH AN OTTER!?”

The blonde laughed. “Not really play, more like babysit...and teach the little brat how to swim...oi PunchGirl, SteelBoy, heads up.” He tossed a popsicle to Kendo and TetsuTetsu.

“Thanks Yama-san!” TetsuTetsu grinned.

“Thank-you so much!”

“Still!” Ashido grinned. “That sounds like it was so much fun!”

Mic chuckled. “Guess it kinda was... yo MindMelt, think fast,” he answered and tossed a popsicle to Shinso, who caught it. He headed into the kitchen to put the extras away before he grabbed himself one and headed back out.

On the TV a breaking story about Shionama played and Mic couldn’t hold back his scowl. Though that almost dropped instantly when he saw that the man was under investigation.

“For fucks sake finally,” Mic huffed as he leaned over the back of the couch.

“Ah, you don’t like Shionama-san?” Midoriya asked.

“The guys a fucking snake,” Mic huffed, not noticing Uraraka was pouting, and nodding in agreement with him.

“But he’s one of the highest donors to several of the largest charities in the city with the events he put on,” Tenya stated. “Not to mention he helped with the housing issues in the center of the city.”

The blonde scoffed. “Please, those high donations? Wanna know how much of those donations from those events ACTUALLY go to the charity?”

“What?! You mean it doesn’t all go!?” Kaminari asked.

“2%,” Mic snorted. “Two fucking percent goes.”

“...which means that less than 19000 yen, according to the numbers of the last event at least,” Shinso stated under his breath.  “If you wanna example, I mean.”

“That’s awful!” Kendo stated.

“Way unmanly!” Kirishima agreed.  

“Where the fuck does the other 98% goes then!?” Bakugou asked, taking everyone aback. It’s not like the two blondes didn’t get along...but it was the first time anyone seen the explosion user actually respond to the voice user.

“The hell do you think? His pocket to pay for the ‘expenses’ for putting on said events,” Mic stated.

“That’s bullshit,” the explosion used huffed and chomped a large piece of the popsicle off its stick.

“And those low income housings?” Mic continued. “Fucking...MY place had better upkeep. Shit, yeah sure, some areas were bad, and didn’t look pretty but at least all the windows actually fucking opened and I didn’t have to worry about exposed wires.”

“He also doesn’t pay his construction people fully,” Uraraka huffed.

The blonde blinked and looked down.

“Uraraka-san?” Midoriya frowned.

“Uraraka-kun!” Tenya exclaimed.

“He...he pays part of it, upfront like he should…” she frowned. “B-but then, when it comes to paying the second part when they’re all done…” she trailed off. Not needing to finish.

“Tch...as if I needed another reason to hate the fucker,” Mic grumbled.

It was silent, as the news played one.

“...so…” it was Bakugou who broke it. “You fucked with him before?”

Mic couldn’t stop the grin. “Hell yeah I did...drained his account three fucking times.”

“B-but that’s stealing!” Tenya stated.

“Relax Glasses, I drain it after an event.”

“That’s worse!”

“No it ain’t,” he huffed and looked at the engine user. “I make it as an anonymous donation to the actual fucking charity.”

Midoriya was muttering to himself. “They probably think it’s from Shionama-san still, since it seems that if they know his account is regularly hack, it would make sense to have it be done through another party. Probably don’t bother to look into where it’s being donated from...then again Yama-san more than likely covers his tracks so he can’t be traced...but if that’s the case it’s what makes Shionama-san look better than he is. But Shionama-san knows something going on but can’t denying it, and if that’s the case--”

Mic just stared at the boy. “Uhhh Mini-Might, yer doin’ that thing again.”

Midoriya jumped and looked around to see everyone staring at him. “I..ah...um…”

The blonde snickered a bit. “Well that would explain why people would still think this asshole is as great as he is,” Mic sighed. “Fuck, I shoulda thought of that in the first place.”

“Next time make it from U.A,” Shinso stated as he finished his popsicle.

Mic blinked before grinned. “ I FUCKING SHOULD!”

The kids laughed--

Then a clatter had them all jump, as the mood shifted form light…

To something on edge and tense.

Mic risked looking over his shoulder...eyes catching the faint wisps of what looked to be black smoke just outside the widow.

--

How the hell…

“You’ve been a thorn in our sides…” that voice said.

How the HELL?

“You should have been dealt with back during the first attempt.”

HOW THE ABSOLUTE HELL!?

Mic ran down through the hall, urging the kids to try and find their own ways to safety. Find a teacher on duty--anything!

HOW THE FUCK DID THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS GET IN HERE!?

“Yama-san!”

“Creation-girl?”

She waved for him to join her in a supply closest. Quickly he ducked in. When he caught his breath he was able to take in account who were all in there. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Tenya, Midoriya, and Todoroki.

Heavy footsteps rushed down the halls. “I saw him run this way!”

Him? So was it just him they were after, Mic thought to himself.

“What are we going to do?” the creation user asked.

“You five are going to get somewhere safe,” Mic stated with as much authority as he could muster in his voice.

“B-but Yama-san!” Uraraka cried.

“Grily, no…”

They all froze when they heard footsteps outside. “Shit where did he go!?”

“He can’t disappear!”

“Fucking find him!”

“We need something to distract them,” Tenya whispered.

“Flash Bombs,” Mic answered.

“Flash Bombs?” Uraraka repeated.

Mic nodded. “Should be enough to disorient them, and let us slip out…” he looked to the kids. “I need you to promise that you five will run away from me.”

“But, Yama-san,” Midoriya started.

“I mean it...this is serious. Don’t follow.”

They were all quiet...until Yaoyorozu spoke up. “Allow me to help.”

“Think you can make ‘em?”

Yaoyorozu nodded. “I know I can.”

“You sure that you want to do this?” Tenya asked.

“...it’s me they want. Not you.”

“Yama-san,” Uraraka whispered.

“I’ll be fine...I promise.”

--

This was bad. This was really REALLY bad. The supply closet door shut as quietly as possible. There were several villains gathered just outside. Midoriya looked over to Mic. Yaoyorozu was finishing up making the last of the Flash Bombs he requested.

“Promise me,” the blonde began. “You WON’T follow.”

Midoriya bit his lip. H-he knew he had to listen to him. But...but it felt wrong. It felt like, they were just going to leave him behind. It felt like Kaachan all over again!

“Mini-Might,” Mic called.

“I…I…”

“...please kid. Just...just do this for me.”

He hesitated, and swallowed. “I...yes.”

Mic smiled some. “Thank you.”

They all took a steadying breath and prepared themselves. Mic nodded to Tenya, and the door was kicked open.

The villains all whipped their heads to the sound.

“Suprise mother fuckers!” Mic shouted and all the Flash Bombs were thrown in. The light was blinding. Mic laughed as he rushed out of the dorms, and as he hoped the villains trailed after.

They were after him.

They only WANTED him.

He ran to the school building. He had to think, had to come up with something. Lotsa room,s lotsa of floors. He had to keep on his toes. Just weave in and out. He knows he wouldn’t be able to loose them but he could at least slow them down.

Leaping down and rushing up stairwells we’re putting a toll on his body. He only had so much energy. Focus...focus...focus…

Keep calm. Keep--

“Fuck!” Mic caught himself on a slightly upturned tile. Mind too busy thinking on how to evade, he was unable to catch himself properly.

And footsteps were approaching faster.

Shit shit shit!

“I found him!”

Then there was a deafening sound...of a gun being fired.

“What the absolute fuck!?” Mic yelled and could just stare from his spot on the ground.

“Git up and git goin,” the homing hero said. “I’ll hold’em off,” Snipe insisted.

“But you--”

“Still don’t like ya...but, I’m not letting this go down like that again, alright? Now git!”

He wanted to argue but he decided against it. Without a second look back he ran off. He vaulted over the guard railing to the ground below. Tumbling to break his fall as he continued on his way, the villains following behind.

Shit shit fuck fuck! They’re REALLY after him. He was screwed!

The feeling of something wrapping around him had Mic freeze. It...it almost felt fami--

He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought because he suddenly felt himself getting pulled off his feet and thrown in the air.

Eraser! Aizawa!

He couldn’t help the laugh that left him.

His hero.

His hero...saved him.

When he felt those tight bonds release him while still airborne he twisted himself and landed. Alright, it was time to get--

“Careful now Mic,” that calm...childlike voice taunted. “We have eyes on you.”

There was a slight glint that caught Mic’s attention. Whipping his head to see what it was…

And all he could do, was just stare at the the lense that was pointed at him. Was it...was all this being broadcasted? What the hell?

“We have eyes on all of them, too,” Shigaraki said in that quiet calm voice. “They’re waiting...all you need to do is to come with us.”

Them? What? Who’s them?

“You seem to spend so much time at these places,” Mic scowled as he saw the young man scratch at his neck. The sound of it making his own skin crawl. “But do they know? About you I mean?”

Mic’s eyes widened. No…

“We could tell them...show them,” Shigaraki alluded. “Or...you come with us.”  

“Yama-san! Don’t do it!”Kirishima yelled.

Purrs and Paws...Open Doors, Open Hearts...Empty Shelves? Fuck Wings of Refuge couldn’t take another hit. It could be a lie though. But could he risk it? And what about U.A? What about the kids here? Now? Some are terrified because of what happened before. He saw Kaminari, Sero and Ashido doing their damndest to make sure Bakugou wasn’t taken again. Kirishima and TestuTestu were trying to shield Tsuyu with their bodies…

The press? Fucking--if word got out that U.A was housing villain...letting a villain NEAR these kids--Fuck their doors would be shut so fast!

Aizawa...he...he couldn’t let his hero--His Aizawa take anymore blame than what he has already.

Mic bit his lip and sighed as he raised his hands over his head. Too much..too much was at risk. Too much at stake. Too much. Too much. “Fine….I’ll fucking go.”

--

“Yama-san!”  

Shouta whipped around to the cry. He could...just only watch, as everything seemed to slow down, and his world narrow. It was like what happened at Wings of Refuge.  His entire focus shifted to the blonde.

Mic held up his hands and stepped closer to the villains.

Each step felt like an eternity to watch.

And Shouta...just couldn’t move.

His villain.

His...villain…

His…

Shouta finally moved but it was too late, the warp closed. And Mic…

Mic was gone.

[huffle-dork]

The Virus

Okay so I’m not the best fanfic writer but I’ve had this idea for a while and I’m pretty proud of this! Fair warning it’s kinda long... let me know what you think and I’ll be drawing probably so much stuff from this;;; so yeah byeeee

Oh yeah all this is based of @reverseblackholeofwords ’s versions of the characters cuz they’re the best~

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Anti buzzed around the office, filled with a nervous raging energy he had no idea what to do with. He rung his hands, drummed on this thighs with his fingers, tugged on his hoodie strings, tapped his foot to some non-existent song but nothing channeled the energy out. He growled quietly to himself in frustration, retreating to his pillow fort and kicking a pillow before plopping to the ground.

“Someone’s wound up today,” Red teased from his spot on the couch, hearing his brother’s anxious footsteps.

“Shut yer trap,” Anti grumbled back, tossing and turning from his stomach to his back on top of his mountain of pillows.

“Both of you need to shut up,” Google called from his desk, an irritated tone to his voice. Well more so than usual. “I’m working on something that needs major concentration.”

“Ah- sorry Blue,” Red chimed back, returning to whatever game he was playing. Anti grumbled back in response, gripping a pillow to his face. Then he got an idea. A terrible idea, but an idea his mind immediately latched to.

Maybe he just needed to cause some mischief. He had a pretty good “goodness” streak going, it was time he did something, well, not so “good”. But only a prank, he thought, nothing too bad. He peeked out of the curtains of his fort to the sight of Blue bent over his laptop, the light of the screen reflecting in his glasses, his hair messy and in his face. Blue was the best target when Ollie wasn’t around. Green gets to wound up from pranks and if Anti touched one more thing of Red’s he’d have to deal with being “secondary objective”’ed out a window.

Anti let his hands turn to static, an eager grin spreading across his face. Like a cat waiting to pounce he watched Google work. I’ll just switch some files around or something, maybe like jumpscare him then get out, the glitch plotted, letting his body turn completely static as he pounced and snuck into laptop from the back.

The computer twitched with green and red sparks the soon as Anti made contact and Google recoiled back. An error message popped up, then two more, then four-

“What the-?” Google mumbled annoyed. Then eyes widening, he began to panic.

“No-! Anti is that you?! Get out! You can’t be in th-!”

Google was cut off with the computer exploding into sparks and the glitch being shot from the computer like a rocket, cracking against the office wall in a wave of colored sparks.

Red shot out of his seat, game forgotten. “W-what the hell was that?!” He stammered, eyeing the place where Anti landed in a smoking heap before his eyes fell back to a distressed Blue.

“H-he, Anti glitched into my computer. B-but I was working deleting on a very dangerous virus!” Google stammered. He saw Anti’s still form twitch, sparking with electricity. Red ran over to go help Anti up but Blue cried, “Wait, Red!”

Suddenly Anti started to twitch more feverously, his form glitching dramatically. Then he rose, lifelessly, like he wasn’t in control of his own body. His head limply fell across his shoulder, staring at Red and Google blankly. His eyes were pitch black. But most concerning of all was the colorful, circuit like markings crawling up Anti’s face.

“Shit-,” Red breathed, a chill running up his spine. “Anti are you okay-?” he carefully extended a hand, offering to help him up. Anti’s head snapped towards him, glitching crazily, before he too extended a hand and shot a spark of electricity right towards Red.

Red tried to dodge but he got blasted in the shoulder, causing him to roll across the floor. He cried out, trying to catch his bearings. His eyes flashed red, locking his sights on Anti as the glitch rose unsteadily towards his feet, glitching so sporadically his form never seemed to stay in one place.

“Red!” Google called, “You can’t let him get into anything connected to the main power, or the whole building will be infected!”

Red growled, “So what can we do?!”

“Keep him distracted until we can put him in the cell! I’ve already called Green and Oliver.”

“Okay, so keep an angry infected glitch distracted…” Red mumbled, digging out a knife from his pocket, just as Anti looked around the room and seemed to spot the lights. Red charged at Anti before he could glitch upwards, “This should be quite the challenge!”

Anti was caught off guard and was thrown back, but he managed to land on his feet. He stared up at Red, taking a second as the virus within him assessed its new target. He materialized his knife into his hand and growled, but he sounded wrong. All that came out of his mouth was a series of static and error type sounds, like Anti was some broken machine. Red swallowed and suppressed another shiver as he stood his ground against the glitch.

Then Anti glitched to Red’s side and the droid barely had any time to dodge before Anti slammed his body into his side sending Red flying back. He bumped against the ground, hearing something dent in his arm and quickly tried to find his footing. But Anti was too fast, and he was already on top of Red, his knife flashing and coming down towards Red’s chest. Red gasped and quickly tried to hold Anti’s arms back but Anti had strength in him from the virus that Red has never seen before. Fear chugged through his system as he felt Anti dig the knife closer and closer. The circuit like pattern on Anti’s skin was crawling up fast too, Red could see it was reaching up his arms and it was already to Anti’s cheeks. Anti glitched and suddenly the blank expression on his face changed to one of pain, if only for a second. His breathing hitched, and he panted like he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t breathe. Red panicked slightly, worried he was hurting him.

“Anti-!” He cried but next thing he knew Anti had dug the knife right into his chest and tore down. Red screamed and quickly kicked, barely hitting Anti in the chest but getting enough room between them for Red to scramble away. He looked down at his chest and sighed in relief that his core was missed, he could see the faint steady glow of it through the oily gap. But then Red saw Anti stand and train his eyes hungrily towards the opening in Red’s chest.

“Red! Are you okay?” Google shouted, fear catching in his throat after seeing Anti so easily best Red. Red panted, a tiny bit of smoke coming from his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But I think we got a bigger problem. This virus wants us too.”

Google clenched his teeth, looking at his fried laptop in frustration. “We’ll just have to use that to our advantage…”

The glitch sprang again, sick of the standstill, and outstretched a very circuit covered arm towards Red’s chest. Red jumped back, quickly countering and punching Anti hard in the stomach. The glitch gasped and flew back, rolling across the floor. Red panted, scared again he might have really hurt him. Anti was too still for a second, before he lifted himself up from the floor with shaky arms. Red exchanged worried glances with Blue.

Anti shuttered as they both watched another branch of circuits wind up Anti’s face. He wheezed, struggling to stay upright. The glitch toppled over back to the floor as soon as the heavy footfall of the other googles entered the room. Green and Oliver looked at the wrecked, smoking office in surprise. Then Ollie spotted Anti.

“Anti oh my gosh!” he gasped running towards his brother with no caution.

“Oliver don’t! Stay away from him!” Red warned.

But the younger droid ignored him and kneeled by Anti, turning him over so he could see his face. He was too pale, the circuitry on his face flashing quickly from one color to another. His eyes were half open, flickering from pure black to blue. Anti looked up at Ollie weakly, his breath coming out fast and labored.

“O-o-ollie…” Anti sputtered, his voice tinny and metal sounding, layered with static.

Oliver felt tears falling down his face, “Stay with us Anti. We’re gonna get you help okay, buddy? We’re gonna get the doc and you’re gonna be okay…” He held Anti is his arms, ready to take him to safety. But as soon as Ollie started to move the sick glitch, a cry was wrenched from Anti’s mouth as his back lurched like he’d just been struck with lightning. Another bolt of electricity shot out of him, moving Anti’s body on it’s own and sending Oliver skidding back. Anti rose once again, bent limply at the waist, twitching as more and more patterns appeared, random sparks erupting from his body.

Google cursed and sped towards Oliver, scooping the slightly smoking yellow droid up in his arms. Green’s eyes flashed, watching as Anti glitched back and forth. He began to hiccup, his knees shaking as his systems started showing all the wrong possibilities.

“Green don’t panic!” Red shouted towards his twin. He eyed the others. “Listen I got a plan. It wants us, it wants our cores. But the virus can only seem to focus on one thing. If we can keep Anti’s sights on us we can lead him to the cell and keep him in one place until we can cure him. Got it?”

Google nodded, a resolute look on his face. Ollie pushed himself from Google’s arms and nodded too, smiling determinately at Red. Green swallowed, then clenched his fists, shakily looking at the ground. He mustered up all his courage then shouted,

“Hey Glitch!” Anti’s head turned towards him and stood up fully, sparks erupting from his hands. “Come get me!” Green yelled, opening his arms up, exposing his chest towards Anti. Anti instantly sprang, rushing at Green.

Green’s face went from one of determined courage to pure terror and he turned heel and sprinted down the hall, almost crashing to the ground with Anti on his heels.

“Shit Green wait-!” Red shouted, as the three other droids rushed after them. Green raced down the hall, quickly ducking and covering his head as Anti continuously swung and tried to grab him. It seemed that Green was making good headway till a misstep sent him crashing to the ground. He quickly tried to scramble away but Anti was on him in a second, his knife clenched and ready to cut him open. Green watched in terror, but Anti’s hand was shaking and his chest was heaving despite the blank look on his face.

Anti was ready to plunge when Ollie shouted down the hall! “Hey this way! Come get me, you green.. meanie!!” Oliver patted his chest, and Anti rose up quickly, charging towards Ollie. The yellow droid swiftly jumped to the side and Anti crashed into a wall. Oliver winced. “Oh jeez- Dark is gonna kill us…“

Anti pushed away from the wall, swaying. A stream of red trailed down from his forehead, washing over the circuit patterns. He blinked the blood out of his eyes tiredly, struggling to catch his breath. Oliver took a step forward, concern on his face. “Oh Anti I’m sor-!”

Anti slapped Ollie’s hand away, shaking, eyes blue for a moment. “O̮̱͠ͅl̖l͖̹͇̪̘̟i͏e- ̱͚̰d̀-̩̟ͅd͕̬̰̦͓̩̞͡o̭̲̮͞n͓̝’̺̹̠t͙̦….” he choked. Ollie shook, still wanting to help. ‘C’mon Anti fight this. It’s making you sick, we can help you.. just fight-!”

“G̖̙͍̗̘͓̠E̴͖̣̤̠͎T͎͍͍̩̝͞ ͏̱̠̜̣͓̺A̳̗̪̹͖̕W̳̭̝̻͢A̭͎Y͉̦̘̭̣ ̳̤̹̣̻͡F͖̪̻R̬̰O̦̠̮͇͔̝M̛̺ US!!” Anti screamed, cold and metallic voices joining his. The glitch grabbed Oliver’s arm and plunged the knife in, causing Ollie to scream in pain as Anti tore through his synthetic skin. The droid tried to pull away but Anti held on strong, his other hand digging into the tear and Ollie could feel sparking pain as Anti’s skin connected with his wiring. The virus pattern almost seemed to move from Anti’s fingers as if ready to crawl onto Oliver too. Oliver felt tears prick up in his vision as he tried and tired to fight off Anti.

“HEY GLITCH BITCH!” Red roared from down the hall. Anti paused, his hand hovering over Ollie’s skin, the infection still contained. Anti glitched angrily, prying the knife from Ollie’s arm. Oliver quickly scrambled back against the wall, thankful for second he wasn’t the target.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Red taunted, beckoning Anti towards him. He pointed towards his chest, his core gleaming in the light. The virus latched onto the sight, pulling Anti’s tired body to charge once more. Red waited for just the right moment before tearing down around the corner, back towards the room where they kept the cell. Anti clumsily chased after the red droid, slipping and bumping into the walls but still keeping up speed. Red crossed the threshold of the holding room and spun ready to face the glitch. But just as Anti stumbled into the room, Blue sprang from the shadows of the door and tackled Anti to the ground.

Anti screamed, sounding like a million disagreeing error messages in unison. Green and Oliver rushed into the room as Blue held Anti down by the wrists. The glitch continued to scream, trying desperately to get away, to try to stab Blue, but the droid held firm.

“Get the machine running NOW!” Google commanded, causing Red and Green to spring back towards the cell. Their fingers flew together in unison, issuing the commands to hold the glitch in. Ollie ran towards the cell door and opened it wide. Google gritted his teeth and grabbed Anti’s wrists as hard as possible, bringing them both up. Anti kicked and struggled as Google threw Anti into the cell, Ollie quickly locking the door after. Anti’s head hit the back wall with a sickening crack and all was silent.

The four droids stopped to process, expecting to see Anti up against the window any second now, banging and screaming to be let out. But the glitch was still, his head limp and fight gone. His breathing was labored and shallow, his face flushed with fever. The circuit patterns flashed weakly from one color to another, finally covering his whole face, and any other surface of skin they could see.

“What.. now?” Green breathed. “H-he’s… he’s gonna be okay right?”

Blue bit the inside of his cheek. “ I… don’t know. He fried my computer while I was working on the anti-virus…”

“Well there’s gotta be something we can do!” Ollie cried desperately. “We can’t just leave him in there, he’s… he’s!”

“If he gets back out here Oliver, he’s going to infect the whole building….” Google explained.

“But if we don’t do something he’s gonna die! Look at him!” Oliver gestured angrily towards the cell, where Anti has slumped over in a shivering heap. “Maybe if one of us take the virus, it’ll leave Anti alone and he can get better and-!”

“No, Oliver. This virus would tear us apart.” Google said sternly. “Damn it Anti… why did you do this?”

Green spoke up quietly, “The backup…” The other three looked at him, puzzled. “I have automatic backups set up on all our computers. Maybe part of the anti-virus will be saved on there!”

Googled wasted no time and sped over the computer in the corner of the room, booting it up and looking through the files. After a couple tense minutes, Blue finally sighed, a faint smile on his face.

“It’s still here…”. He looked up at his brothers. “You three, keep an eye on him. I’ll work as fast as I can.” The others nodded, taking positions around the cell as the frantic sounds of Google typing filled the room.

Time flew by too slowly as the boys watched the trembling form of their fallen brother. A couple times, the virus tried to spark Anti up again like it had done before, arching the glitch’s whole body with painful jolts of electricity. But Anti’s body was too weak, so he would just crumple, becoming still again. Ollie felt his core in his throat, fearing each time Anti glitched or jolted, knowing the virus was attacking any part of Anti it could. Green held back tears, eventually turning around so he wouldn’t have to see. Red paced around, fists clenched and jaw tight.

It seemed like hours when Google finally scooted out of his seat, quickly pulling a usb out of the laptop and rushing back to his brothers. They all sprang to their feet, as Google plugged the usb into a device that had a syringe like end they used on each other for upgrades. Google nodded towards Green who opened the cell. The older droid knelt down by Anti, who’s breathing was getting too faint. The glitch’s eye lids fluttered open weakly, his eyes blue and glassy. “B-blue…” he croaked.

“This should help Anti, just hold on.” Blue reassured as he pulled up Anti’s sleeve and inserted the device into one of his veins. Anti jerked like he was shocked, almost pulling the device out as he yelled in pain. Google held the device, biting his lip as Anti jolted and twitched, the virus fighting back against the antivirus. Then suddenly all the markings on Anti’s skin turned a bright blue white before they disappeared entirely. Anti lay limp again but the boys all sighed in relief, knowing the danger had passed.

“Let’s get him to the Doc,” Blue sighed, picking the glitch up and heading to the clinic, his brothers close behind.

……

Anti woke up, confused and disoriented. Sunlight shone through the blinds in the clinic, causing him to wince from the pounding in his head. His mouth tasted like someone stuffed burned metal into it, causing him to cough weakly. His body felt so heavy, he was ready to just go back to sleep for a while. Until he heard shuffling towards his right and suddenly his vision was filled with a familiar sunny yellow tshirt.

Ollie was hugging Anti’s shoulder sobbing in relief, crying softly over and over “You’re okay… you’re okay…”

Anti laughed weakly, patting Oliver’s shoulder. “Yeah buddy- I’m okay…” He pulled softly at Ollie’s collar, “Though you’re kinda making it hard to breathe-!” Oliver quickly stood up muttering apologizes and Anti chuckled. He blinked as he heard footsteps and looked up to see the others. Red and Green smiled down at Anti but Google did not look happy.

Anti’s face fell. “Blue… I-“

“I hope you learned your lesson, Anti.” Google interrupted, raising an eyebrow down at Anti

Anti grinned sheepishly back at Google. “yeah… no more pranks for you Blueberry…”

“Good answer,” Google quipped, giving Anti a small smirk and playfully knocking his shoulder. “Next time, do your pranks somewhere they can’t blow up.”

Anti laughed, “Okay, so… I should only prank Dark now? “He teased, and all his brothers groaned. They all gave him playful hits and noogies before all coming in for one big hug, so glad Anti was safe. And they stayed that way for a while, Anti thankful for the cool feeling on their metal on his still feverish skin until Doc came in for a checkup, laughing good naturedly at the scene.

[lermontovs]

2021.09.06

i went to bed too late the previous night, i spent an hour missing and catching the A and the L and then stayed up chatting with a friend in a completely different time zone. i set an alarm for (and woke up at, miraculously) 7:30 so that i could make it to 8:30 brunch. but i was suspicious that brunch would happen, or at least that it would happen at that time, because the friends with whom i was meant to be brunching had been out until at least 2am, maybe 3am that night based on the group chat, lol. i got ready and then saw a text (from the earliest riser) reading that the new plan was to “eat once everyone [was] awake.” fine, but i couldn’t take a nap immediately post-shower, as much as i wanted to erase the dark circles from my eyes before the evening’s date (which went well, or maybe just not badly; more on that later). so i read some of one way street, and then at 10ish i went to put our names in line for brunch, and then i bought an iced tea and read more of one way street on a bench in the park. brunch (11:45) was delicious but rushed because there were simply too many people who wanted clinton street’s pancakes on labor day; the waiting list closed not long after i added us to it. we strolled around the LES for a while, i spoke briefly with (and gave half of my remaining cash to) a homeless woman who told me how hard it was for her to sleep when it was so sunny, but it was also hard for her to sleep when it was rainy. she asked if i could buy her a coffee; i wanted to but also didn’t want to, and my friends came out at the right time. but maybe i should’ve bought her one? when i was walking with carl and matt and kiara around carroll gardens an old woman asked us for a dollar and we said sorry, we don’t have cash and then matt was like, fuck, she was just asking for a dollar! and he turned around and caught up with her and gave her a dollar. and kiara said wow, i’m surprised you have cash! which i thought was a weird thing to say. i always have cash except when i don’t, but i mean my default is definitely having cash in case i want halal. and matt said, i’m surprised when people don’t have cash! anyway... we looked around a few shops, i was very taken with an $84 tee with a b&w screen print of sinead o’connor smoking a cig. but i wouldn’t buy it, obviously. or would i? the first thing i did on sunday morning was shop the urban outfitters sale on sale, i don’t know if i mentioned that. anyway then i split from them and moved towards home, on my way home i bought bananas from the fruit stand, i gave him a fiver and wanted change but then he convinced me to buy four more dollars worth of peaches and blackberries and then he threw in a plum because i was “really cute.” he went on like that which started to unsettle me slightly so i dipped and walked home faster. then i decided i could read in the park a bit more before i went to go check on sam’s dog (which she wanted me to do again!!! it’s not that easy for me to get to her apartment) and i got a brown sugar oatmilk etc etc etc from sbux and sat in the park and then a BIRD SHIT ON MY BAG!!! i didn’t even realize what had happened, i was like what’s this green stuff that seems to be on my finger (a little) and on my copy of one way street (a little) and then i saw my bag and realized it was BIRD SHIT! and then i spilled my coffee. i tried not to get up immediately in order to maintain my dignity but i was so grossed out that i went home and washed everything and ripped the shitstained page out of the book (luckily i had already read it). then i walked to sam’s to hang out with the dog and do some homework. i barely accomplished any of the homework before i had to head home again to get ready for my date. my roommate was home so “getting ready” consisted mostly of him catching me up on his weekend upstate and me spritzing perfume and giving up on concealing the large whitehead on my right cheek. yeugh! i took the F to the date, my mask was disgustingly sweaty in that station, the last time i took the F in that direction i was getting off at 2nd ave for my first post-breakup date, now three months later i was getting on at 2nd ave and getting off at york st. i was only five minutes late :) i think it’s better for the woman to be later than for the man to be later. he was interesting, pleasant, inquisitive, cuter than he appeared on hinge. compact but not smaller than me, you know? he was ready to pay for our drinks but said “thanks” when i insisted on putting my card down too (i didn’t insist, i literally just put my card on top of his card). he has a soft voice but not in the way of my first hinge date where i found it slightly annoying, it resembles more the voice of (i know how strange this sounds) my preschool friend’s dad who is the consummate vermonter. and this guy is from maine so maybe it’s just like. a northern new england thing? (my ex wishes!) we parted ways, i walked to the F, i scared a group of four rats who were lounging in the trash and they made a break for it, two of them RAN OVER MY SANDALED FEET!!! very unsettling! when i got to my building i told my roommate he should meet me downstairs and we could go to the dumpling shop. and we got dumplings and then we went to a little bar nearby and we both nearly fell asleep in our drinks. it was only midnight!

[cutegirlmayra]

Hello lovely person! I'm a big fan of your work and would like to know if you can continue that prompt where the Sonic Boom characters are just older versions of the video games? I really liked it! I would love to see more of the relationship between Sonic and Amy on that period. You did a great job with this prompt! (Like always) Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day!

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Lovely person~ You are precious and I love you~

Prompt:

As the gang all seems to be having something interesting going on, Sonic is at a loss.

Bored, and laying with his body spread out on the beach, he continues to sigh…

His sighing gets louder…

Finally the whole village and even Eggman can hear his sighs.

Growing upset that Sonic’s obnoxious sighs are literally drowning out his ‘nappy time’ Eggman throws the covers off his sheets and tries to watch a sitcom. Laughing, he suddenly growls in annoyance and shoots straight up from his couch in his pink jumper-pajamas.

“That’s it! That annoying blue hedgehog had sighed his last goodbye!” He clenched his fist and started putting on a jacket, then shoes, “After all. Today’s suppose to be my time of rest! I mean really. I’m suppose to be mad at this ingrate; buffoon for an entire 11 minutes each week- and they expect me to put my clothes on.” He looks to the camera, as if so done with his existence.

Fully clothed, and walking along the beach, Eggman with Cubot and Orbot behind him walks head first, hands behind his back, glaring to Sonic.

“Is there something the matter..? Sonic?” Eggman tries to hold himself together, but he’s clearly enraged at Sonic.

“Might as well be civil and actually ‘ask’ you what’s wrong. And for once, it can’t possibly be me this time!” Eggman shrugs his arms up, happy about that before remembering he has no idea why Sonic’s so forlorn.

“So why the long face? Trying to match your nose? HAHAAHAH!!” Eggman slapped his knee and leaned his head back, clutching his bald-forehead and snickering as he says, “That was so good. Oh boy!”

Sonic turns his head towards him… slowly… and as if all life has been drained from him, making him weak.

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGHHH~

He rolled his head over to the other side, letting his sigh carry as Eggman’s mustache twitched, his body tensed, and then leaped forward to try and strangle the hedgehog.

Cubot and Orbot held him back, pulling on his trail as the doctor’s fingers twitched for Sonic’s cold, lifeless body to be in it’s arms about now…

“I swear! They should hold you in contempt!”

“He really is being rather disagreeable though. Don’t you think, Cubot?” Orbot struggled to keep the Doctor from killing their lead protagonist out of sheer annoyance, but Cubot noticed something redish-pink laying on the ground near Sonic…

“Hey, isn’t that Amy’s headband?”

“WHAT?! NO!” Sonic suddenly jumped in spot, bouncing almost as his upper torso reached forward and grabbed the headband, holding it close and turning it away from the crowd.

“I-I-it just fell. And I noticed it fell. And I wanted to give it back to her. B-bu-but she’s busy! So I went to hang with Tails for a while. Who was also busy. T-th-then-then STICKS WAS BUSY! Like, whaaa?? Since when!? And Knuckles is pretending he has an aristocratic job he has to get to when really, he’s just making sandcastles over there….” Sonic grumbled, talking quickly as was his specialty before gesturing to Knuckles, a ways down the beach…

Putting a pink shell on the castle, matching it with a purple shell, he very ‘particularly’ lifted up his pinkie finger. “Ah, yes. That’s the correct location for a lilac orchard, seasoned, shell to reside! I’ll take my 20 shillings now!” he pretended to open his hand for reward, as he snickered putting green seaweed in his hand. “Hehehe~ Suckers! I totally just placed a lame shell on the sand! They don’t even know it’s not a real castle!” he gestured to his creation as Sonic shook his head, and Eggman put his hands to his hips.

“Someone needs to write him a better pastime…”

Sonic sighed and turned his body, his hand… strangely still gripping Amy’s headband.

Orbot rubbed his metallic chin and pulled Eggman’s attire to tug him down, whispering in his ear.

“I think he’s trying to distract himself from actually addressing Amy. I mean, since when has she ever been ‘too busy’ for Sonic?” He waved his shrugged hands out to prove a point, as Eggman also rubbed his chin… thinking…

“I don’t know.” his shoulders bounced, as if he didn’t care. “Maybe she’s found a NEW GUY.” he suddenly shouted out, as Sonic twitched and scrambled in the sand.

“WHA-WHAT? New guy? What new guy-I-I-I don’t even think there’s BEEN a new guy!? We’re on a tiny island with limited people that don’t do much. What could a new guy possibly contribute?!”

His odd spazz made Eggman smile, “Ahhh…” he winked to Orbot and then leaned up, pointing directly to Cubot.

“Cubot! I order you to steal Amy’s headband! Stat!” he rounded his hand to crook it and have it across his chest. Leaning down, he winked slyly to Cubot, who didn’t seem to get it.

“But why? Sonic’ll trash me if I even try to-”

Eggman growled, shaking his head before kicking Cubot after it, smirking as he saw Cubot rush over and grip it.

“I’ll be taking that!”

“What? Hey, let it go!”

“W-woah! Strong grip.. Ah!”

Sonic and him played a moment of tug-o-war as they fought over the headband, before Sonic kicked Cubot off after a moment of wrestling.

“Hey! This headband isn’t going anywhere but BACK on Amy’s head!” Sonic gruffed, getting up and huffing with puffs before he noticed the headband now had a tear in it.

“AH!” throwing his free hand to his head, he shifted on his feet, “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do!?”

“Calm down, old- best buddy- friend of mine- 5ever and above~” Eggman waltz over and put his hands on the panicky Sonic’s shoulders.. before flexing his hand out and looking away as if he knew something the blue hero didn’t know…

“I have a WONDERFUL uhh… tailor friend! Yes! Who would love to take a look at that and fix it up, tip-top shape. Haha..” he was clearly lying through his teeth.

“A tailor..? Hmm… Nah, maybe I should just tell Amy what happened.” Sonic looked over the headband.

“But… maybe she’ll despise you for ruining it?” Eggman leaned down, before seeing’s Sonic’s eyes widened.

“N-no. She wouldn’t do that. She’d believe me.”

“Oh, yeeeesss~ Believe that you were pulling some cruel joke on her by taking her headband and ‘accidentally’ ruining her favorite girlish accessory in the process~”

Eggman chimed out, rubbing his shoulders as Sonic suddenly looked more confused, shaking his head.

“Oh no, you’re right! She won’t believe me!”

“That’s exactly why you should come with me!” Eggman looped a firm grip on Sonic’s wrist and pulled him off towards his lair.

Orbot, disguised as a … womanly tailor… “Why a woman though? My model is clearly more fix for a man’s physique.” “Eggman says it’s in the script!” Cubot shrugged. “Ugh…” Orbot threw his upper body down with hanging arms… hovering out to greet Eggman and Sonic.

According to plan, they put a chip and ‘mind-controlling’ sync inside the headband, and patched it up.

“WHOHOHHO!” Eggman laughed as Sonic waited in the other room, making weird motions with his hands as if dancing or playing around in boredom at being patient.

“Lookie here! With this! She’ll be under my power and taking down Sonic in no time! And the best part? He can’t hurt someone he cares about! hahaahha!”

“How do you know he cares about her?” Cubot intervened. “Maybe he just has a taste for fashion wear?”

Orbot shook his head, and turned to Eggman, “This should do it.” he sowed it up and Eggman brought the repaired headband to Sonic, stitches and everything…

“Woah! Umm.. I guess it will have to do.” Sonic took it, “Thanks Eggman! You know, ever since you vacationed on this island, you’ve been really improving your tune.” he thumbs-up’d him.

Eggman, suddenly growing self-conscientious, shifted his eyes and sweated, not used to praise from Sonic.

“You’re a swell dude!” Sonic patted his back and was out of there real fast! As Eggman’s glasses lit up and he giggled like a school boy.

“Sonic thinks I’m… swell…” he started fantasizing about them being actual bros, and Sonic complimenting him time and time again-

Fishing, “You’re a swell dude, Egghead!” Eggman pushed his knees together as he hung off the side of a dock, blushing slightly in glee.

“You’re a swell dude, Eggman!” Now they were bungie-jumping together, bouncing up and laughing.

“You’re a swell dude, Eggface!” “I am, aren’t I?” They were now both relaxing with the twins massaging their backs.

“Swell dude!” “Swell guy!” “Swell!” “Sweeeeeellll~” “So swell!” “All the swell!” “Eggman’s SWEEEELLLL~”

“DOCTOR EGGMAN!”

Suddenly, Eggman snapped out of it.

“W-wha-wha-what, huh?” He looked down, seeing the controls, and taking them slowly.. almost softly, as if sorrow was creeping into his heart, within his hands…

Peering down at it… he tuned out Orbot… telling him that Amy was standing outside her house, desperately searching for her headband, which was why she told Sonic she was busy.

Presenting it back to her on the big screen’s in Eggman’s lair, Sonic stuck a toe up and leaned back, rubbing the back of his head with a nervous smile, as Amy was happy to find it; but… seemed confused on the repairs.

“She’s taking the bait! Now’s your chance!” Orbot urged, helping the Doctor to scoot closer to the monitor, still holding the controls to Amy’s headband.

“….No.” Eggman put the device down.

“Huh?” 

“But Doctor-!” Cubot reached up but Eggman shook his head.

“I can’t! I won’t do it!” He slammed his hands into the control panel. “Sonic holds me in high regards now! You know how hard that is to come by? A little appreciation now and again from your mortal enemy? It’s hard stuff!”

On the screen, Amy giggled and shrugged off the poor repair job. “Aw, that’s alright. I’m just so glad you found it!”

“Oh yeah. I had to tussle with ol’Eggface to get it. Haha! He’s a terrible kleptomaniac when it comes down to it.”

Eggman’s face scrunched up into bitter anger.

He picked up the controller, his fingers firing off command codes onto it.

“He’s going down SO. HARD. Right now!” he clicked the button once she placed the headband on, and suddenly her body freaked out and the screen was now a fighter’s game data chart.

“Kick, kick left! No, right!” Cubot started backstreet driving, clinging on Eggman’s right shoulder as Orbot leaped in too.

“No, no! Go for the combo upper-cut! She’s good at the hammer throw dodge-bait!”

“WOULD YOU TWO QUIT IT!?” Eggman growled, as Sonic tried to dodge the attacks.

“What’s happening!?” Amy shouted out, her arms throwing her hammer around without her control. “I can’t stop it!”

“Huh? Hmm..” Sonic narrowed his eyes, “Eggman must have done something to the headband!” He jumped and curled, knocking into her hand taking the headband off.

Above her, he seemed a little frazzled, but she calmed down and looked up, also turning red on her muzzle…

The two leaped away, awkwardly laughing and commentating on what just happened..

“Haha… you spinned into my head and um… haha…”

“Y-yeah.. and got the headband but you fell over… and um… haha…”

“Haha… good times.” Amy took the headband and removed the stitches, pulling the chip out. “I could always sow it back up again…”

“…I could… um…” Sonic stepped forward, being a bit shy. “…I have some extra bucks? Wants to buy a new one?”

“Oh you would!?” Amy lifted a leg up behind her. “AHH~ Shopping spree!”

“W-wait, I didn’t say I was rich-! AHH!” he got roped along behind her as she whisked him off to the village.

“Great.” Eggman leaned back in his chair, sitting down. “Not only do I suck at combo reactions, but I also just got him a free date.” he threw the remote and rubbed his face, sulking it down.

“I hate that blue hedgehog… all this stress is furthering my wrinkles…”

“Oh, but look on the bright side!” Orbot brought out a hot drink for him and set it down in his hand. “At least now you can sleep without Sonic sighing all the-”

SIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH~

Eggman leaped up from his seat, “WHAT NOW?! it hasn’t even been five min-!” he shifted his spybot and saw Amy was the one sighing now, seeming bored with all the choices Sonic was picking.

“No, no. The green one. See? Matches my eyes~” she batted them and he looked frustrated, “THEY’RE ALL THE SAME COLOR!”

“Are you AND Knuckles colorblind?”

“Is that why the purple shell looked orange?”

She sighed again, and in the distance, the two could hear Eggman flipping a lid and shouting to the blue heavens his utter and complete rage quit.

The two took a picture of Amy’s new headband, and Amy hash-tagged it, “SO calling this a date!”

[miniwolfsbane]

Copied from @andalite-angel post. Edited slightly.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, etc. are allowed.

Biospecialist, Marco/Rachel, Sam/Rahne, all cannon Disney Princess pairings, the two young kids Pacific Rim Uprising,  Lancitty, Evo Kurt/ Amanda,  Jott in Evo. Skyward??

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or ***** that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Fanfic writers and Evo romy, adult Jubilee x Gambit, others.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Never gonna be big on Evo Romy ever again, will forever hate Rahne x Roberto, Sam and Rahne with anyone but each other!!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Evo Romy...somtimes. Because it does sorta make sense IN FANNON, but not in cannon. And Jean x Scott, because it’s so iconic, but I only like them in Evo, so...yah.

E - Have you added anything cracky crazy/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? 

See my fan fiction.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

The Little Mermaid and Star Trek have been there for 95% of my life.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Sam/Rahne, Ariel and Eric (first when I was 5, even though I wanted to be Ariel), Rachel Tobias (first when I was actually gettin into fandom), Jake/Cassie (Animorphs), Clark/Lana, Clark/Lois (I think??) and Chloe/Ollie, Romy (even in Evo at a point!), and now Eliza and Goliath in Gargoyles. I keep saying I’m not a shipper, but I think I’m just a subtle one that pines and doesn’t read a lot of fanfic, but my heart swells over seeing my OTP on screen

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV Shows and Western (superhero) Animation mostly, but also a few animes.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I was annoyed by the Agents Of Shield fandoms behavior for a while, but I’ve never stopped liking any fandoms because of Tumblr. 

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

SuperWhoLock, Riverdale...some other popular teen shows.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Tie between Sailor Moon and Gambit I guess, but I’m sure there are lots of others. Sailor Jupiter has a good arc as well, even though she doesn’t have a lot of character development TBH.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Roberto Dacosta’s super strength power is pretty cool and he’s a chill guy. And rich. (I just realized that a lot of X-Men characters are rich, actually. Gambit, Xavier, Warren and him. Holy crap.)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Moon. TAS Rogue too, because she seems fun to hang with, and who wouldn’t like to be called “Sugah” all the time?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

MORE GAMBIT (and comic Nightcrawler) IMAGINES!! And just more love and less fan wars across all fandoms, really.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Hero by Chad Kroger. Ship: Romy or Mollyx Remy. Character: Gambit or Angel.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

For any fandom? A mad scientist and a famous baker get together after the scientist contacts aliens, resulting in a warring invasion on earth.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

To be perfectly honest, The Smurfs because we’re a Christain household and we found it had stuff in it we didn’t agree with. I was three.  Other than that, I’ve only given up one other fandom permenantly that wasn’t what I thought it was and chosen at a bad time. 

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Kurt and Kitty in Evo, and Logan and Kurt is cool, but I don’t actually pay much attention to it.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Hmmm. One that isn’t too boring? Remy isn’t (wasn’t? He is married now) particular about a woman’s height and is comfortable enough with himself to date a woman much taller or shorter than he is. (Remember, Frenzy was freaking 6′7 before she got rebooted to a normal height and it was implied they had history.) For a while it was a wish of mine they’d pair him with a short gal, because all X-women are physically clones of each other, minus Rahne, Kitty and Jubilee. Blargh. Oooh, just had an idea for a new art project to make the girls look individual! ^_^

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Besides the above? Uh...headcannon that Remy smells good and his hair is silky to the touch and yes I’m a sick, weird little person, I know. Haha, not really. I’m not much of a headcannon person. 

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

* Gambit: Hot, suave, lit, accent, good cook, romantic, my fictional ideal man (told you, I’m sick and weird). * Sailor Jupiter: Sweet, loyal, living on her own at bloody 14 years old, strong physically and emotionally, had trouble believing/finding her feminity like me, tall (not like me!), brunette character, thunder powers. * Tuvok (Star Trek): My second crush ever, calm, reflective, hot grandpa, sarcasm galore, strong, suffers emotionally and physically, POC and like the only black vulcan that I know of, cute little boy chest, that butt (XD), frakin’ hot.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Surprisingly, one I haven’t talked about yet and that I’m not really fandom-y about. Rapunzel from Tangled. When I saw the movie, I was attached to her immediately. I’d grown up homeschooled and at that point I’d been caregiving for one of my parents for six years at that point, unable to move out and get married and have much of a life, so I was always metaphorically in a tower too. I have childish interests, am artistic and creative, have done LOTS of self-insert art like her, and am a generally happy person (even if I don’t always show it and don’t smile enough). So, out of every character in my many fandoms, I relate to Rapunzel the most. Also, I have only 2 things of Tangled merch-the movie, the soundtrack, and a gorgeous bedspread that’s actually based on the show, but doesn’t look like it. (I don’t like it’s animation/character designs, so it’s been hard to get into it.)

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

OMG, do we have to go here? Anything over-sexualized or kinky or just plain gross/weird. (v***, gore, ect.) There’s this one X-Men:Evo artist on DA that would be brilliant, but I can’t stomach their gallery because they feel the need to do a few  v*** and bondage pics amongst otherwise G-rated pictures. *throws up* IT’S A SHOW FOR 7-YEAR OLDS!! 

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Huge guy, Tiny girl! (but it looks...weird...in live action. *Good Luck Charlie flashbacks*.) Also age differences. Some people are put off by Usagi and Mamo’s age difference in Classic, but I think it’s cute and they were really chaste about it. Specifically, I liked the part where he told her to do well in school for some reason. 

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Holy crap, Pride and Prejudice and Anne of Green Gables. No one on my dash is into them though, it’s a real life thing. Long story.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

I have written more self-inserts than is probably healthy, but at least I’ve mostly gotten past my teenage phase of thinking anime guys are hot and it’s extended to Gambit as well. I’d much rather see him be portrayed by a living, breathing actor semi-bringing my fantasies to life than as a drawn character. Well, not that I’m not happy seeing him animated and his voice in Evo is still super hot, but that’s another thing. Anyway, on that note, I wish XM:E weren’t a dead fandom and I could get more reviews instead of just faves/follows. I get so frustrated, because I’m not writing my fics for myself, I’m writing them to finish the story and for the fans. I know OCs/SI aren’t everyones bread and butter, but when you work hard on something, you want people to enjoy and appreciate it on it’s own merits. My regulars dropped off the planet and the fandom is just not that active online. (It’s still kind of active though, otherwise the Gambit and other prints on Steven Gordon’s online store wouldn’t have sold out so fast.) I wish it had been as creative as the MLP fandom, but even that wouldn’t have saved it. Thankfully, there are a few people “keeping the faith”, like Coldfusion180 and some others. They haven’t abandoned it and people have made AMVs for it in recent years, long after the shows cancellation. I know we’ve all moved on in one way or another, but it’s still nice to see the love for the show and it’s characters going strong, even if we’re now a niche fandom, tiny, but there. And even if I don’t get another single review up until the last in the series, at least I can say I finished it, if nothing else. Even if your fandom is dead, keep supporting it. If we don’t keep the characters alive, they die and are forgotten. They need us.

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