#uhhhh well no one saw the other one so i guess i will tag all members again | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

stitchlingbelle · 7 months

Text

Episode 2

And we’re back! Rereading what I just typed out, I found this episode kind of frustrating. It's good, but all these plotlines could be So. Much. Better. if they just cared about making this a good show and gave it the time it needed to be one.

Ah, Halsey my beloathed. Since last we saw her apparently making her escape clean, she… apparently got captured by some mysterious person? Who? Why? What planet is she on? How was she captured? Did Keyes sell her out? She’s certainly being well-treated. All last season’s stuff didn’t teach her anything, as most of what we see is her manipulating a girl to try and get answers, causing her to promptly drop dead. Conclusion: Halsey may suck, but so do the people holding her.

Meanwhile, Riz is doing training stuff, and clearly suffering. Kai checks in with her, obviously concerned, and pushes her to work on healing. Riz blows her off. Kai, oddly to me, suggests Riz put the emotional-suppression pellet back in if she needs to deal with the pain. Riz flatly refuses: “You’ll have to put a bullet in me first.” (Same, girl.) There’s a lot going on here—Riz’s feelings towards what was done to them, why she chose to remove the pellet and who she is now that it's gone, her near-death and the struggle to rebuild herself… the team’s relationships now that they’re unprogrammed and developing personalities…

(Again, we are missing SO MUCH by rushing in this show. Fuck catering to all the old hands who bitch about every episode that isn’t 95% shoot-em-up fight scenes. Go replay the games on God mode or w/e if that’s all you care about. What’s the point of making this show at all if not to tell the parts of the stories you can’t in the game medium?!)

Speaking of Kai, John tells her that Ackerson doesn’t trust him. He also drops his… vision? Memory? Of Makee on Sanctuary. Kai: “She’s dead. I shot her myself.” Uhhhh, maybe don’t remind him of that? (I honestly thought they were going to open this season with John and Kai estranged over that, actually. My sweet baby Kai loves people, but she doesn’t yet have the ability to be wise or tactful for them…) John’s obsessively checking up on Cobalt Team, and they’re MIA (or something). I pity the poor sign kid just trying to update the board with no actual info. Bring it down, Chief.

Back on Rubble with Kwan, and things are tense. Some shifty guy goes after her—why? Because she's a known associate of Soren’s? Wait, why is she tagged?? Ripping it out looked painful. Daaaamn, apparently Soren found time to teach her some moves, she’s a badass now. I was afraid they’d go the Rose Tico route and just write her out since she was unpopular, but I guess they decided to level her up instead. We’ll see if that shuts the haters up. “Ruby Ann bought Soren’s crew, he’s not coming back”—ah, so the tag was Soren’s way of protecting her? Aaaaand Kwan spaces a guy and kills the other by stabbing him with the tag. I’m still left with a lot of questions—how come Laera didn’t inherit/ take over the crew? Did she authorize the sale to Ruby Ann? Where are she and Kessler, and are they all right?

Riz is back to working out, pushing herself too hard. She has a spotter/ trainer who’s an absolute sweetie. He’s pushing her to think about her future—what options do Spartans even have, if they don’t go rogue like Soren? And what’s the trainer’s (Louis?) story?

Another scene with John going up against Ackerson, and seriously, the hell with that guy, ugh. He claims no one can back up John’s story about Sanctuary (do these suits of armor seriously not have bodycams? After all the surveillance tech on their ships that we saw in season 1?) Ugh, I had worried about Perez not backing John up. Does she have a concussion/ brain injury? Or is she being leaned on?

Kwan and Kessler have a moment where Kwan smashes Kessler’s faith that his dad is coming back. Laera has a tense moment with the ranking remaining members of Soren’s crew. They’re stalling on the ship repairs for some reason. I think they’ll end up regretting that they underestimated Laera.

We go back to Riz, apparently doing some sort of terrain/ environment training? Yep, and Master Chief nails her. The team banters a bit. Kai is worried, but Master Chief sends Riz up again. It’s a very grim scene as Riz struggles and eventually goes down. She’s not ok. John keeps pushing and pushing. He wants to go after Cobalt Team. Kai is getting more concerned about not just Riz, but John—you can feel how out-of-true the team is right now. Riz taps out.

Another day with Halsey, another (clone?) girl (Julia?) serving her tea and dropping dead during questioning. I suppose if they’re flash clones it would explain why Halsey’s so willing to treat them like they’re disposable to get the info she wants—to her mind, that’s what flash clones are. Poor girls.

We get a rapid series of bits: Riz and Louis talking as they wait—at a doctor’s? A church? Something Riz hopes will help her, somehow. Ackerson trying to manipulate Kai, whose loyalty to John keeps her from falling for it, but her naiveté means she still says a few things I think he’ll use. Damn. Don’t give him anything, Kai! John shows up at Perez’s place and would have lost that bet if her Abuela hadn’t stepped in. Good life advice, John: no one crosses Abuela. Any abuela. Abuela always wins.

(Sidenote: I notice we’re getting a lot more glimpses of civilian life here—Louis, Perez’s family… I can only assume they’re setting us up to ugly cry watching all these people die horribly.)

Back to Riz, who’s meeting with ??? What? A freakin’ psychic? What is going on here? (I keep forgetting this mystical stuff is a part of this universe…)

John’s dinner with Perez’s family is just as awkward as you’d expect. Abuela and Mamá are the MVPs for trying to keep the boys under wraps here. LOL forever at the gamer quizzing Master Chief John-117 with “C’mon, man, you don’t play Spartan Attack?” Babe, he plays all of them. I’m dying, Perez is having a heart attack, where’s Kai’s charisma when you need it. Aaaand then they figure it out, gracias a Dios for Mamá keeping them from losing their minds. Perez eventually loses it and leaves, and John gets to question her at last: she didn’t tell Ackerson because of the trauma and uncertainty. Master Chief’s pep talk could use some work, even if somewhat accurate.

Back to Halsey and OMG, WTF the person holding her is ACKERSON??? (Don’t you people DARE try to rehabilitate Halsey with me by contrasting her with Ackerson. I promise, I can and will hate them both.) Where are they? Does anyone know he’s holding her here? I assume she’s still on Reach, and never made it off-planet? How did he catch her? She tells Ackerson a story about a pomegranate tree that she’s never told anyone, saying he must have Cortana since he knows about it. So Cortana does have all Halsey’s memories after all??? (Up to the point of the flash clone’s creation, anyway.) (There’s a MILLION implications to unpack here.) (Also, on a personal level, the story about Halsey rebelling against the garden/ pomegranate tree made me unbearably smug. I just KNEW when I wrote that fic that Halsey hated working under other people.) Also, where IS Cortana? Ah, so it turns out Halsey’s in some sort of holodeck prison thing. Hopefully that means all these Julias aren’t real and haven’t been dying after all.

Ah, here’s Cortana! Stuck in a Faraday cage. I don’t love her new look. Whatever project he had her working on, he was NOT pleased to hear the results: 97% chance of failure/ disaster/ etc. Cortana presses him on the truth that he won’t be coming back to see her again, and he agrees. (Apparently he’s not planning on bringing her along? IS this man a complete idiot?) As usual, the show gives us the bones (here’s where Cortana is) but no meat: how much does Cortana remember? Does she miss John (or anything else?) Does she know what’s going on now? Is she actively trying to escape? What does she want?

I assume the doom and gloom are about the famous Fall of Reach, which I have heard of, and I wonder how this plays with a completely unspoiled audience. How coherent is this without it? It seems to me that the show is relying on the audience’s foreknowledge both to make sense of some of this, and to do the work of building the appropriate level of dread for them.

Back in Spartan-land, John figures out that Cobalt Team never left Reach, and Silver Team goes after them. Kai presses him on the authorization and the nature of the mission. John lies about the first, but answers the second: “The Covenant’s on Reach.” It’s a great WHAM LINE.

Finally, we see how right he is: Marines fighting monsters in the dark, the glowing blade weapons going on and off to great effect. At last, we see Makee! Our toxic girl is back! And I love her outfit—anyway, Makee is back and stealing the artifact, again. (Where was it being held that no one is noticing this? Clearly not on the main base anymore.) She’s also bossing aliens around, which tells me she didn’t suffer too many consequences for deciding to flatten the whole plateau to save John at the end of last season. (This ties in to some thoughts I have about how everyone views those events, which I’ll save for next episode.)

I’ll end with this note: the alien Makee addresses pushes back slightly with the comment that “there is no honor in this fight” against the marines. It’s the first I’ve seen any such sentiments from the Covenant. Why the concern now? Is it the stealth nature of the mission? The theft without an honest battle? I seriously doubt it has anything to do with unfair advantages or killing weaker combatants/ the innocent. I mean, these people destroy whole planets. Maybe they’ll take some time to start developing the Covenant’s (various) cultures.

Or, you know, that would be a great thing to do in a show that had the time to be a fully fleshed-out story… instead of what it feels like this season: a new high-res montage of cut scenes and fight playthroughs. I guess they got tired of people watching the real thing on Youtube.

#halo tv show

2 notes · View notes

lucientelrunya · 8 months

Text

Shipper tag game

I was tagged by the wonderful @forerussake, thank you!!

What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

Um.... There are so many pairings I don't really care about anymore because it's been so long and I have been in so many fandoms since. I think my first pairing as a teen was Taito from Digimon, at least that's the biggest thing I can remember. There are also pairings I cared very deeply about even after my teenage years that I chose to let go of because of the author...

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

The first one I can really remember was Taito from Digimon, but it's been so long, there might have been ones before that?

3. Your first fanfic was about which couple?

Uhhhh... I feel so old right now, I don't really remember what my actual first fanfic was? But I remember working on a Sailor Moon + Stargate kinda AU which had some pairings but really it was about friendship between the girls.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

There probably was digimon fanart, too, other than that Sailor Moon fanart of Usagi and Mamoru.

5. Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

No, I never really interacted with fandom like that.

6. Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

I always have pairings I don't care about or pairings that I avoid for different reasons, maybe I don't care about the one character or I think the paired people would be better as just platonic friends or whatever. But, like any responsible adult I block and just don't read what I don't like.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Fuba my love <3

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Well, Fuba again, definitely my current OTP :)

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Hmmm I don't think? Rather the other way around, I can get annoyed that so many movies and dramas push pairings that are just annoying and needless and would be better left as friendship.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Hmm no, I don't think so.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, would've been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Um... I don't know? I don't care about the purity police. I guess nowadays any Digimon fanfic could be problematic because they are young teens? Oh, and definitely some pairings from the fandom we don't want to support anymore.

12. What is your favorite crack ship?

What even is a crack ship? Crack is not really my genre...

13. What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

I honestly have no idea. I have read so so so many fanfics in my life and so many times there weren't many for a pairing I wanted and I would have read so many more...

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

Hmmm that is something I have never thought about. I don't know what makes me latch onto a character or a pairing. But I guess what almost all of my ships have in common is that they are not canon.

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

Hmmmm talking about canon ships, unneccessary drama to prolong a drama series. In fanfic I do love missunderstandings that initially prevent them from getting together. I guess I do hate missunderstandings that cause trouble in a relationship that is already there? I like the drama to come from the outside, not from the ship, I guess.

Thank you again @forerussake this was fun!!

I am tagging @sunriseverse, @daydreamorama, @kholran, @elletromil, @s1utspeare and whoever else wants to do this!

#tag games

3 notes · View notes

nebulous-aroace-from-outerspace · 2 years

Text

Kamal Bora's Aunties (Mom's side)

(placeholder image)

Jayasri Nadella-Bora(Kamal's mom) has 2 sisters. They are the 3 daughters of Grandma Parul Nadella.

Neeraja(Goes by Raj, to sound masculine) and Cadie(aka Kusoom, as in the "Cadamba" flower) Nadella.

As overview, Jayasri is the middle sister, she runs a pet rescue shelter with her loving husband(Kairava Bora, Kamal's dad) and protects wildlife and the environment with her proceeds. They had to flee to NJ at one point in Kamal's teen years, but are back in Cheyenne to keep Kamal safe in WY when he needs it. Jayasri and her sisters are quite close.

Auntie Raj, her eldest sister; is a civil rights attorney, who has a degree in both India and U.S.(since that was especially required for diaspora in the 60s). The family was managing alright on their own, but are very grateful for Raj's success. (Not at all mooching, no worries. Raj is the hyper-smart one she's just had the most impact. Jaya and Cadie are just as talented but their more down-to earth positions are overshadowed by Ms. Gold Stars over here. Raj realizes that and doesn't shy away from being generous when needed.)

Like the reason why the Nadellas have so much power in the first place is because Neeraja Nadella is an attorney. She's a bit of a golden child, just a little bit. Jayasri and her sisters are quite close. Like mom's side of the family matriarchy has always been interested in activism as brown women in the US.

(The father Neeraj Nadella, bearer of the name Nadella, kind of just tags along. He doesn't match the passion so it's always been silently dysfunctional. Not much impresses him, he's dissatisfied with himself in general. Ma and Pa Nadella have been on the rocks recently. Divorce is still frowned upon in India so they kind of just pretend to like one another, like at least they're good as friends, I guess....they were arranged to be together so it's always been kind of loveless.)

Neeraja is named after (an alternate name for) the goddess of wealth and prosperity. (Perhaps that name holds true, she is a successful civil rights attorney who is an activist just like her little sisters. She uses her power to protect the defenseless.)

Neeraja is unshakeable and tactful, but that's just because she has the most composure. Of course, even the most composed can't keep it like that forever. She stays strong for Jayasri most of all, who tries so hard to be as composed as her. But Jayasri is her own person as well, and she's highly emotional and can't stay "prim and proper".

Neeraja is very proud of her, for having her own voice, and quietly encourages Jayasri to stay herself.

Cadie/Kasoom(Babs if you're close friends) named herself after the "Cadamba" flower, Kanesh's favorite. It's a mesmerizing orange colored flower. And she's an environmentalist. She's all about being in tune with nature, and is a total hippie type. Very down to earth.

....Sorta lost in the cosmic sauce. She meditates the most, other times she reads to kids in the Hindu temples(she's known since childhood) in NJ. Her sisters don't understand how she can be so "peace & love" all the time;

It's to an such an extent that they're all like "uhhhh, you do you, sis." But Cadie is just as passionate and virtuous as her sisters. She's just better at being mellow. Don't get her mad or you are in for a rant!

Cadie was originally named Parul, after her mother, but she changed it in transitioning, because she wanted her own name(and it was a little confusing anyhow).

Cadie is a binary trans woman and wanted to change her name as she saw fit. People associate the full name "Kadamba" with masculinity, but Cadie doesn't conform to it. (And in actuality, Kadamba is burflower with no concept of the construct, like god forbid women have anything right /j)

Though she is legally known as "Kusoom", the feminine spelling. She decided on that as her first choice. So people in her community don't misgender her in the first place. She might make "Cadie" official later when she gets the chance. In New Jersey, people just think her name's Katie. Close enough?

Sometimes she visits Wyoming every now and then to see her one and only nephew. (Hint, hint.)

Her sisters have always been supportive(With Raj helping her transition as the family attorney). Mom and Dad see it as foreign and new, but support Cadie's gender identity.

(Hindu texts recognize queer experiences as important, and there are genderfluid Hindu deities.)

Mom makes an attempt to remember her youngest daughter is Cadie, not Jayasri. Dad is just indifferent. (And is kinda generally queerphobic...)

Cadie is an aroace trans lesbian, Jayasri is closeted bi, Raj has no specified label(nonbinary woman) and is just non-partnering.

#jayasri nadella bora #kamal bora #smile for me game #s4m oc #silly lily s4m #kooky's fic #headcanons #kooky's headcanons #WHEW mind if i just infodump here XDD #yeah this was a long one. i did a lot of researching for the ladies' names #auntie cadie and kamal are quite close even though kamal's been distancing himself from his family nowadays #cadie visits from NJ at one point when kamal ignores his parents for several months because of family issues and cadie's the mellow one so #Cadie has called Kamal 'sleepybones' ever since he was a baby. It kind of stuck so sometimes his mom playfully pushes buttons about it #Cadie is the reason why Kamal was willing to open up about being a trans man though still not as a gay aroace trans man. solidarity!#cadamba nadella #raj nadella

6 notes · View notes

myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants · 3 years

Note

Red lily and kirishima?

Alrighty! I am SO SORRY for taking so long but here is Red Lily (Passion) and Kirishima! And as always!

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: oral! (fem & male receiving), use of recording equipment, "sir", drinking, Denki/Jirou and Baku/Deku, uhhhh i think thats it.

Cam!BoyKiri & Fem!Reader

W/C - 5.7K

“Ahhh ahhhh, mmfff.” Covering your mouth with your hand you try your best to muffle the sounds of your moans however, your partner does not approve.

His large calloused hand grabs your wrist and pins it to your side, slapping your thigh to get your attention. As you drag your blurry eyes to the man between your legs you are once again captivated by the sight. How could you not be, when such a gorgeous giant man is tongue fucking you dumb.

He lifts his head up for a moment, licking cum from his lips and not sounding the least bit winded even though he has been shoving his face in your pussy for what feels like an hour.

“I told you princess,” he slowly dips three fingers into your cunt “how can anyone learn when you aren’t telling them what feels good?” he raises a scarred eyebrow and winks at you before dropping his head back down and resuming his feast.

“Mmmm o-okay Red Ri- Riot.”

*****

When you hear the front door to your apartment slam you know your time has come.

“Y/N! Get your ass out here now!”

As much as you want to avoid this fight you know that if you ignore your roommate Jirou she will just use that ridiculously expensive sound system she has and point it right at your door. You groan as you get up and trudge to your door, easing it open and peeking around it to see her standing at the edge of the hallway. “Nice to see you back babes.” You pull the door open all the way and step out of your room but not any closer “How was your night?”

“How was my night? HOW WAS MY NIGHT?!”

You flinch at the sheer volume of her voice and slide a wry smile on your face. “Was Denki not as good as you thought he would be?”

Jirou throws her hands up and scoffs. “Ya know, I would be a lot less upset if I didn’t have to wake up at THREE IN THE MORNING when Mineta came back to their apartment SOBBING!”

You try to hold in your laugh, unsuccessfully, so while you clutch your chest to try and calm the wheezing Jirous face gets red with anger. “I’m - I’m sorry but he fucking cried? Please tell me you got a picture, or a video.”

“Of course I fucking did but that is beside the point!” You see a hint of a smile on her face but it quickly disappears. “I thought you were gonna handle him for me until today?”

“Did you not get your nut? I gave you five hours ya prude.”

“Of course we had sex you inconsiderate butt munch. But it was quickly overshadowed when Mineta busted into the room without knocking and got a bloody nose when he saw me in bed with Denki.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. “It was disgusting, the little freak couldn’t decide whether to drool over me or cry over what you said to him, so he did both.”

You’re hunched over laughing with your hands on your knees but one look at your friend's face sobers you up and you walk over to hug her. “I’m sorry, that must have been really uncomfortable.”

She wraps her arms around you and nods. “It really fuckin was, but Denki got up and threw him out of the room so that was satisfying to watch.”

“Was Denki satisfying to fuck?”

Jirou tenses up and pulls away from you. “Changing the subject isn’t gonna make me forgive you.”

“I know, but telling me about the amazing sex you had will make you forget about it.” She glares at the shit eating grin on your face then huffs out a laugh.

“Fine, but you're buying breakfast.”

“Deal! Now,” you wrap an arm around her shoulder and lead her to the living room, “please tell me he started out with foreplay.”

*****

“The idiot got a fuckin nosebleed?”

Denki nods his head, wincing as a large hand claps his back.

“That’s such a bummer dude!” Kirishima looks at him in pity, “but at least you finally got together with Jirou right? You guys gonna hang out again?”

“I wouldn’t want to.” Bakugou laughs over his very large glass of orange juice.

Denki drops his head on the table in defeat while Kirishima looks over at Bakugou with disappointment. “Dude, if you're not gonna say anything nice then don’t say anything at all.”

Bakugou slams his cup back on the table, the juice sloshing in the cup but not spilling over the edge. “When have I ever said anything nice?!”

Kirishima sighs heavily and shakes his head before turning back to his sullen friend. “Why was Mineta crying in the first place?”

Denki's voice is muffled by the table. “Apparently Jirous' friend Y/N said something really mean to him.”

Bakugou laughs, “Wish I could have been there to see it.”

*****

You had been at the club for almost an hour already, still sipping on the same drink and watching Jirou from the corner of your eye. You knew this was a good place to suggest a casual meet up with the guy she liked.

A two story building with a bar on the first floor and a lounge on the second. The second floor lounge was sparsely decorated and boasted a large open fireplace in the middle and various couches and chairs scattered throughout the rest of the space.

As you sit with your back to the bar you radiate a sense of aloof boredom, just enough of a resting bitch face to keep people from being too chummy but not enough for people to outright avoid you.

She looks like she's having fun, that’s all that matters.

“So how long have you and Jirou known each other?”

Shit, I forgot he was next to me.

You put on your customer service smile and turn to the man next to you, Denki’s friend Mineta. “We’ve known each other since grade school, our parents both work in the music industry.”

“So you’ve known each other through like, high school and stuff?” You try your best to ignore the creepy glint in his eyes and cover your cup with your hand.

“Like I said, we’ve known each other since grade school so yes. We went to high school together.”

“So have you like…. Seen each other naked?”

You cringe when the creepy little brat looks up at you. “Excuse me?”

“Well you know, I’ve heard that umm statistically speaking women have seen other women naked more times than men.”

“Mhm, yeah we did.” You down the rest of your drink and before you set the glass on the bar top another one is being slid over to you by the bartender. You roll your eyes at the pity on their face and tip them. “Thanks Midoriya.”

“Anything for my favorite patron.”

“Only cause I tip well.”

He laughs, his emerald eyes shining. “That and your invigorating conversational skills.” Before you can throw a witty retort back Mineta is asking another thinly veiled offensive question and you are back to entertaining him.

Jirou and Denki leave the bar around ten thirty so he can show her his ‘book collection’ . You laugh, telling Jirou to use protection when reading.

For the next couple of hours you take Mineta to a couple of more bars downtown, ones where you know all the bartenders. He continued asking inappropriate questions that were always followed by an excuse as to why they were actually harmless.

You had just arrived at your favorite billiard bar when you decided to ask your own.

“So you’ve had sex right?”

Mineta chokes on his vodka and redbull, “Fuck yeah I have, lots of sex. You look like you have too.” You ignore the last comment and casually sip your water.

“What do you do for foreplay?”

He laughs and you raise an eyebrow. “Foreplay? I just put it in, pussys get wet eventually and if not, that’s what lube’s for.”

You’re silent for a minute, not fully believing that he just actually said that. “I’m sorry?”

“Foreplay takes too long, I satisfy plenty without it.” He smirks at you, placing one of his hands on your thigh. Taking a deep breath you slap his hand off you and put your chin in your hand, glaring at him.

“Have you asked your partners if they were satisfied?” You hold one hand up, signaling air quotations around the word partners.

“No?”

Taking a minute to have another drink of water you turn to him fully. “Then I doubt you have satisfied them at all. Foreplay takes too long? This is why people need to take a class on how to please their partner. You don’t look like you could satisfy yourself with your own hand much less satisfy another human being.” You wave goodbye to the bartender, and grab your purse. “The only satisfying thing about you is that you are as stupid as you look. Don’t worry about your drink, I put it on my tab. Do me a favor and search ‘how to sexually please a woman’ on wikihow, maybe you’ll learn something.”

*****

Somehow you are invited to hangout when Jirou meets up with Denki again.

They are meeting at the same lounge but he is bringing two of his friends so you are tagging along. You made Jirou swear on her sound board that Mineta was not one of those friends.

You both get to the bar first, grabbing a spot with two couches. Midoriya brings your usual and takes Jirous' order, winking when you hand him your card to start a tab.

You’re drinking and chatting when Denki walks in, excitedly waving to you both and walking over to give Jirou a hug. “Hey ladies! These are my buddies,” He turns to the side to introduce them and you choke.

“Looks like someone already knows me.” The tall beefy redhead has a sideways smile and your face goes red. “I go by Kirishima when I’m not working,” he holds out a hand to Jirou to shake and leans down to kiss the back of yours. “But feel free to call me Red if it pleases you.”

The other friend scoffs at you both and walks off to the bar, a sadistic smile on his face when Midoriya looks at him with wide eyes. “The angry one is Bakugo, don’t mind him.”

Denki is trying his best to hold in his laughter while whispering to Jirou, you can guess what he is telling her by the way her mouth drops open and she whips her head over to you.

The guys head to the bar and you try your best to be one with the couch when your friend sits next to you with a smile on her face. “So that’s what you're doing on Saturday nights.”

“Please just kill me now.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one babe.”

“I’m fucking lonely okay?”

She puts her hands up. “Hey I’m not judging, it’s perfectly natural to watch camboys.”

“And like I say at the end of every stream,” Kirishima walks up and sits on the armrest of the couch next to you. “I always appreciate your patronage.”

“I have never been more embarrassed in my life.” You finish your drink and try to signal Midoriya for another but he is talking to Bakugou, a flirty smile on his face and a hand on his forearm.

“They’ve known each other for a while.” You look up at the man next to you, Denki and Jirou caught up in their own flirty banter.

“Midoriya and your friend? I’ve never seen him here though.”

“They both are convinced the other doesn’t like them.”

You look back over at the two talking. “Are they fucking blind?”

Kirishima laughs, it’s a deep rumble that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a shiver go up your spine. “Yeah, they are. Denki and I tried to talk to Bakugou about it once but he’s a little hard headed.”

You giggle when Kirishima knocks on his head with his fist. “Yeah he looks like the stubborn type.”

Your companions have moved to the other couch so Kirishima moves to sit next to you. “Hey uh,” he looks down at his drink, a shy look on his face and a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You hurriedly wave your hands in front of you, “Oh no! Please don’t worry about it.” clearing your throat you fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I was just a little flustered, never imagined I would meet you in person.”

He laughs again, and you decide that the sound is more attractive than any you have heard during his streams. “Disappointed?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You smile when he looks back at you. “Why? You worried Mr. Red Riot?”

He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth looking much more dangerous in real life, you wonder what it would take to get him to bite you. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Hours passed by in a blur, you and Kirishima talked about everything and anything. Denki and Jirou would sometimes join in on your conversation or vice versa. Even the grumpy one came back when Midoriya had to help customers. Eventually Jirou and Denki left together, Bakugou went back to the bar and stayed saying something about ‘stupid Deku’.

When you were both alone you and Kirishima sat in companionable silence for a bit before he offered to take you home. Since you both had been drinking he orders a ride service and while you both wait you check your phone. “Well that’s just rude.”

“Something wrong?”

Shoving your phone back in your purse, you sigh. “The love birds went to my apartment to avoid the pervert.”

Kirishima chuckles, “You talkin about Mineta?”

“Ugh, yeah.”

“I heard you made him cry.”

You grimace, “All I did was tell him some harsh truths, not my fault he can’t take criticism. Besides,” you put your hands on your hips and look up at the man with a scowl on your face. “He deserved it, every bit of it.”

The car arrives and he opens the door for you, “I’m gonna need to hear that story, want to go to my place? Bakugou said he was…. sleeping, somewhere else tonight.”

You hesitate to answer for a moment, not wanting him to assume anything was gonna happen but from the look on his face and the tone of his voice you knew he wasn’t expecting anything. “I would love to.”

The ride to his apartment is quiet, not wanting to inadvertently offend the driver with your story you save it for later. When you arrive Kirishima helps you out of the car and thanks the driver before placing his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the front door. You almost stumble, very aware of the size of his hand compared to your body.

It’s so warm

He unlocks the door and you head inside, Kirishima turning on lights while calling back to you. “Feel free to make yourself at home. If you want, I can start heating up water for tea.”

You take off your shoes and place your purse on the table next to the door, grabbing your phone and following his voice. “That sounds good to me, could you tell me where the-”

“Restroom is the second door on the right, Bakugou is a neat freak so it’s spotless, don't worry.”

You head to the restroom, controlling the urge to open the other doors on your way. After taking care of yourself you shoot a quick text to your roommate letting her know where you are and to text you when her and Denki are done ‘reading’.

You get to the kitchen and sit at the table, telling Kirishima about your interaction with Mineta. By the time you are done the tea is steeping in front of you both and he is wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Ya know, I was gonna make it a point to beat that idiot for what he said but your response was so perfect I would just be kicking a man while he’s down.”

You stand up, giggling and bow a couple of times. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

When you sit back down, Kirishima has his hand on his chin, a look of contemplation on his face. “A class on how to please their partners huh?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been with quite a few guys who had the same mentality as that idiot. Would be nice if someone could teach them what foreplay is.”

“Like a lecture? Or do you mean a live example?”

You shrug your shoulders. “What would a textbook do? Might as well have someone record a tutorial, the recipient would just need to say what feels good out loud.”

“That’s a good idea, most of those people watch porn anyway, might as well make it informative.”

You look over at Kirishima and blush at his smoldering gaze. “Umm, yeah that’s what I was thinking too.”

“Mind if I ask you a personal question?”

Your heartbeat picks up, “Go ahead.”

The smile that appears on his face is down right predatorial. “How vocal are you with your partners?”

*****

You were nervous sure, but so fucking ready. Kirishima had set all of his recording stuff up in his room, after making sure you were 100% comfortable with it, and made sure to let you know that you can stop at any point in time.

“I’m not doing this live stream. Don’t want you caring about what my viewers are thinking if you wanna stop.”

You’re standing off to the side with your arms wrapped around yourself, chewing your lips. “Thank you, that actually makes me feel a lot better.”

After moving stuff around, Kirishima looks over at you in concern. “Are you really okay with this?”

“I’m fine.” he raises a scarred eyebrow, “I promise! I think I'll be less nervous once we get started.”

Kirishima raises both eyebrows and slowly smiles. “Eager are we?”

“Are you kidding me? If you were to grab me by the throat, force my mouth open and spit in it I would say thank you sir.” your face goes red when you realize what you just said. “I-I mean you’re fuckin hot and….. Easy to talk to, and….”

He walks up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “It’s alright! Not like I haven't had someone tell me that before.” You huff out a laugh. “I mean not to my face but it was cute coming from you.”

You groan in embarrassment, then Kirishima grabs your hand and guides you towards a chair in view of the camera and your heartbeat picks up. He gently grabs your chin and tilts your face up, moving closer till you can feel his breath on your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please”

He closes the distance, pressing his lips softly against yours as you lay your hands on his chest. The kiss is sweet until you feel his tongue swipe against the seam of your lips and whimper. He growls, sitting down on the chair and pulling you on top of him before cupping your face and kissing you again, biting your bottom lip and thrusting his tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the sweet pain.

Pulling back Kirishima coos at the look on your face. “Did you like when I bit you?”

“Mhm” you nod your head, licking your bottom lip. “Do it more… please.”

“Of course princess.”

You shiver at the name. “Oh god please keep calling me that too.”

Placing his hands on your hips, Kirishima kisses your lips again, biting your lip then kissing down your jaw to your ear. “Anything else princess?”

“T-touch me.”

“Where would you like me to touch you?”

You moan as he kisses down your neck, biting just hard enough to not break the skin. “Anywhere… everywhere.”

He chuckles darkly, slowly dragging his hands from your hips up your sides. You squirm in his lap and drape your arms on his shoulders.

“You’re so soft.” he nips then licks your shoulder. “I would never get tired of touching you.”

Huffing with impatience you grab his wrists and bring his hands up to your breasts. He stops just shy of palming them. “You know, if you wanted me to touch you here you should have been more specific.”

You arch your back pushing your breasts out. Your nipples are hard, visible through the thin material of your top. “Don’t be gentle, I like it rough.”

Kirishima answers by grabbing your breasts softly while lowering his head to bite your nipples. Your hands drag up the back of his neck to grab his hair as you cry out in broken mewls.

He alternates between biting and sucking on your nipples rolling and pinching the other one between his fingers. When he pulls away you take your shirt off, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, which follows your shirt to the floor.

You sit up a bit on his lap and help him remove his shirt before you cup his face and kiss him. It’s messy and ravenous, you whimper when his teeth scrape against your lips.

When he pulls away again he goes right back to playing with your nipples.

He feels you buck in his lap and looks up at you. “You gonna cum princess? Just from me playing with your nipples?”

You nod your head. “Yes, please don’t stop. M’so close.”

Kirishima grins, pushing both of your breasts together and managing to get both nipples in his mouth. Lathing his tongue over both before nibbling on them, paying attention to your breathing and the shallow rocking of your hips. When your breathing gets quicker and your hips stutter he sucks them hard and you cum moaning loudly.

He massages your breast while you come down from your high, kissing along your collarbone.

“Can we lay down?”

“Of course. Hold on to me.” Kirishima kisses the tops of your breasts and picks you up walking over to the bed and gently laying you down atop it. “I wanna see all of you,” he grabs the waist of your pants, “I’m gonna take these off okay?”

“Only if I can see you too.” you answer with a smirk.

“You will, but I have a woman to satisfy first.” He pulls your pants off, taking your panties with them and pushes your thighs apart.

He lays down between your legs and slides them over his shoulders, you clutch the sheets in your fists. When you make eye contact you think you might cum that second, seeing a man you had touched yourself to countless times in between your legs was driving you crazy. Kirishima winks, then looks down at your already soaked pussy. “Thank you for the meal.”

He goes straight for your clit, swirling his tongue around it and moaning at the taste. When you cross your legs behind his head and press him harder against your cunt he ruts into the mattress.

“Oh - oh god….m’gonna cum.” Your eyes roll back. “I-I don’t wanna cum yet….. Please.”

Kirishima takes his mouth off your clit as soon as the words are out of your mouth. Kissing the insides of your thighs when you uncross your legs. “I’m sorry princess, was that too much?”

You struggle to get the words out, panting from trying to hold back your orgasm. “A little yeah….It felt amazing but I like….. too amazing.” You look down at him again, “Maybe a little slower? Feel free to use your fingers too.”

“Want me to tell you when you can cum?”

You groan, the heat in your core getting hotter just from his words. “Fuck….. yes please.”

He chuckles, giving one of your thighs a playful bite before moving one of his hands up and sticking one of his fingers in his mouth. You can’t help but shiver when he pulls it out and it’s glistening with spit.

He brings it to your pussy, dragging the tip through your moist folds. “I was taught to never play with my food...” he slowly pushes his thick rough finger into your hole, “but for you I can make an exception.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

By the time he is done sucking out your soul he lets you cum only 3 times. You had gone from actively voicing your pleasure to tiredly trying to hold them in until he argued against it.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” Kirishima sits up, not bothering to wipe his face of your slick. When you wince while stretching your sore legs out he starts rubbing them down.

You moan at the feeling of his large warm hands working out the tense muscles. “Holy shit, I might cum just from you massaging me. Feels so goooooood.” After a few minutes of basking in the orgasmic afterglow you sit up, placing your hands on his chest and kiss him softly. “You’re turn big guy.”

“I thought this was about you princess.” He smiles at you, all teeth and shiny lips.

You push him till he steps off the bed, “This is about satisfying ‘partners’. You are also my partner so you also need to be satisfied.” You slide off the bed and get on your knees in front of him. “Would you like to give me commands?” You see his cock throb in his pants.

“As fun as that sounds, I want to see what you do without them.”

Your smile is feline, lifting your hands to his stomach and dragging them back down by your nails. He moans and throws his head back. “F-fuck.”

You lick your lips as you unbutton his pants, not one for being patient you tug them off as soon as the zipper is down. Your mouth starts watering at the sight of his cock, the sound of it hitting his stomach echoing in your brain. You cup his balls, weighing them in your hand and kissing each one.

Kirishima thinks his heart might stop in his chest. Dragging a finger from his shaft to the head, you watch mesmerized as it twitches at the small movement. You smear the drop of pre resting on the head of his dick, then lick it off. Humming at the taste you swirl your tongue around, softly squeezing his balls while you do so.

When you close your lips around him and suck, Kirishima shivers and places one of his hands on your head. You lift up with a pop and look up at him through your lashes. “Feel free to be rough with me, pull my hair or hold my head if you want.” His lashes flutter at your words. “What did you say to me earlier?” You mockingly tap his cock in contemplation. “Oh yes! Thank you for the meal.”

Sticking out your tongue you flatten it against him and lick every inch of his cock, all 7 of them. You’re gonna need every advantage to fully deep throat him and with his girth a sore jaw is the least of your worries. When you're done, saliva has coated your lips and Kirishima has an almost too tight grip on your hair.

You waste no time, going down on him little by little; giving your throat time to relax and take all of his cock. By the time you manage to get far enough to feel his groomed pubic hair on your nose both of you are breathing heavily.

You can feel his thighs tensing under your hand, his balls moving with every breath. You are tempted to touch yourself but refrain, although you can feel the slick dripping down your thighs; this is about him.

You keep your head still for a moment, enjoying the feel of him in your throat. When you hum, the vibrations caress his cock and he pushes your head impossibly closer to him until you push back. Although you were enjoying yourself, you can’t help but gag and cough a little when you pull your mouth off of him.

“As much as I enjoy this sight,” Kirishima lets go of your hair and reaches down to pick you up, pleasing you on the bed again. “I want to fuck you so bad…”

Your mouth drops open, you can’t help it. When have you ever experienced a man, a very attractive inside and out man, expressing his desire to you.

“Is that a no?” Kirishima Backs up a step, worried that he had crossed a line.

“Oh no! I’m sorry….I just..” you grab his hands and pull him closer to you. “I never imagined I’d hear someone say that without assuming I would say yes.”

You sit up, getting on your knees at the edge of the bed and grabbing his face, pulling him into a kiss. As you slowly back up he crawls on the bed to follow you, never breaking the kiss until finally you are laying down with him over you.

You whimper as you feel the head of his cock drag through your wet folds a few times before pushing into you. He goes slowly, almost cumming at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock with every inch.

You both moan when he is fully seated inside, his heavy balls resting on your ass and pelvis pressed against yours. His cock twitches inside you, the head pressing against your deepest parts and you come undone. Kirishima breaks the kiss and looks down at you with a slight smug look on his handsome face. “That good huh?”

“Oh shut up and fuck me already.” You look at him with blurry eyes and a smile on your face.”

He pulls out halfway then ruts back into you, pulling another moan out of your mouth. “Like that?” He pulls out again, this time slowly until just the head is inside before slowly pushing back in. “Or is that better?”

“Either, both just please keep going.” You drag your nails down his back and he starts moving inside you, starting out with shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good princess.”

You mewl in pleasure, coming undone again at his words.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” Kirishima picks up his pace, drunk on the face and noises you make when cumming. When he grabs one of your legs and pushes it into your chest your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body running towards that cliff one more time.

“Ah, ah, ah, hold that one in.”

Your eyes snap open, Kirishima lifts his head up from the side of your face and looks at you. “Don’t cum again till I say so.”

You whimper but nod your head, using all of your willpower to deny your orgasm. “Yes, Sir.” You said the words as a joke but Kirishima's hips stutter and he groans.

“Say it again.”

You have just enough left over energy to smirk. “I said, yes. Sir.”

He swears, changing the angle of his hips and pounding into you with reckless abandon. You're seeing stars and losing your mental grip on holding your orgasm back. Both Kirishima and you don’t know how much longer you can last. Not wanting to wait any longer you decide to make him give in first.

“Please Sir, can I cum?” tears are slowly dripping from your eyes, the pleasure building dangerously but at your words you can feel his cock twitch inside you. “I wanna cum on your cock, please sir. Cum with me, wanna feel it.”

You are both at your wits end. “Your princess wants to cum with you sir please!”

Kirishima cums first, moaning with every hot rope of cum that coats your insides. The twitching of his cock and broken moans that fall from his mouth tip you over the edge soon after.

Kirishima just barely manages to catch himself before collapsing on top of you, slowly pulling out and flopping over to the side.

You both lay there in silence, catching your breath. You finally realize that cum is leaking out and manage to sit up and walk to the bathroom. After cleaning yourself up and going back to the bedroom you see that Kirishima has put some sweatpants on and is turning off his recording equipment.

“Well shit.”

He looks up at you in confusion.

You laugh awkwardly while a slight blush dusts your cheeks. “I… kinda forgot we were recording that.”

*****

Many years later…..

“I can’t believe Scarlet is in high school already.” Eijirou, your husband, walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

You're sitting on a bench in front of the window, reading a book. Already dressed since you had to take your daughter to school for her first day. “I hope it's not too terrible, I hated high school.”

“Aww babe,” He walks up to you kissing the top of your head. “It can’t be that terrible.”

You huff out a laugh and look at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? Kids are fucking terrible, teenagers are worse. They try their best to find anything to make fun of you.”

Later that day

The front door to your home opens and slams shut and the sound of someone running up the stairs follows. You walk out of the kitchen confused, looking toward where your daughter has run to her room then at the front door when your husband walks in. His face is beet red, eyes watering just slightly.

“What the hell happened?”

“I HATE BOTH OF YOU!” Scarlet screams down the stairs then slams her bedroom door shut, muffled sounds of crying worrying you further.

“Turns out teenagers are very horrible…. And so are we.” Eijirous face is filled with guilt and you walk over to cup his face.

“What happened honey?”

He turns his face away from you and sighs heavily. “Turns out some of the fathers recognized you when you dropped her off at school.”

“No.”

“And some of the moms recognized me when I picked her up.”

“Oh god.”

“One of them called me Red Riot.”

@eyebagsbutglam @doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @sendhelpimstupid

#kirishima eijirou #eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you #eijirou x y/n #eijirou x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n #lillith masterlist #lillith writes #lilliths writing

254 notes · View notes

mediocre--writing · 3 years

Text

there’s a blanket at the harrington house. it’s a bright red, matted, too short for any person to actually sleep under without their calves and feet hanging out.

despite its age and so the matting, it’s the softest blanket in the house. but it sits in the linen closet at the end of the upstairs hallway under the other unused blankets that only ever get pulled out when a bad snow storm knocks out electricity or something.

something like billy hargrove running from his house in the middle of a blizzard. literally running. like through the snow. with only a jean jacket to guard him from the wind and cold.

it’s winter break and tensions have been rising in the hargrove-mayfield house and nobody has been allowed to leave, “family bonding” or some shit.

but family bonding never worked when you’re forced to sit in a room and pretend to care about the people you’re with.

billy cared for max and tried to have an opening in his heart for susan, but, damn, if his dad don’t make him want to slam his head into a concrete slab.

so he was trudging his way to loch nora, which, surprisingly, was only a mile or so through the woods and down a few neighborhood roads.

with the cold, however, it feels more like trudging across the continent of antarctica blindfolded. billy’s pretty sure he got turned around once or twice, but once he saw the massive harrington house, he knew he had made it.

his small victory was diminished when, much to his disappointment, all the lights were off. and there were no cars in the driveway.

and it was then that billy remembered what his last conversation with steve was about:

“i’m flying out this thursday to meet my folks in florida. they bought me a ticket so we can spend christmas on the beach together,”

and he was so excited about it too! how could billy have forgotten? well, maybe he forgot when he was trying to expel all thoughts of steve out of his head because he didn’t want to develop ‘feelings’ since they were ‘just sleeping together.’

(too late, shitbrains, you’ve been head over heels in love with steve since the day you met him!)

but billy doesn’t want to go home. and he has, literally, no other friends, and wouldn’t dare going back to his caustic household, so he fumbles around in the dirt of a potted plant next to the door, grabbing for the little plastic bag that held a spare key to the front door.

walking inside it was like a heatwave came over billy, and he could feel the tingling in his fingers when they began to thaw.

he shedded his thin jacket in favor of getting rid of the wet slush sticking to it and walked to the thermostat, cranking it up high as it could go, just for a little bit, until he was warm.

in the mean time, billy looked around the house, most of which he didn’t see much of, since it was mainly just him and steve in steve’s bedroom.

the kitchen was big, the fridge was full, and so was the pantry; billy would have to cook something for himself later.

around the ground floor, there was an extra bedroom that looked untouched and it’s drawers were empty, aside from a few filled with old pictures (which billy would definitely look through later).

there was a closet and another door that led to the basement, but there was a chill just standing at the door and billy didn’t care for that. the master suite was at the back of the house, but billy felt kinda weird going into steve’s parent’s stuff.

going upstairs, billy passed the first door on his right, steve’s room, which he had been inside enough to know like the back of his hand. beside that, there was another guest bedroom and a large bathroom.

at the end of the hallway, however, there was a small closet, and when billy opened it, there were blankets. everywhere.

there were fuzzy ones and more decorative ones. ones with patterns and ones with fringe. ones that looked handknitted and others that still had the tag on them.

at the bottom of the closet, there sat a red blanket. matted with love over the years but softer than any of the other blankets.

lifting the blanket up, billy could smell steve on it. his cologne or hair products, maybe a mix of the two. it was familiar.

the smell was calming. billy felt at home.

so he grabbed the soft red blanket and grabbed another white one (it really was fucking cold) and made his way into steve’s bedroom.

he noticed how clean the room was, assumed steve must have straightened it up before he left, maybe in the far hope that his parents would fly back with him.

but billy dug under the tucked in comforter and sheets, laying the red blanket as the bottom layer and throwing the white one on top, cuddling himself in as he rubbed his face on the pillow (which also smelled just like steve).

the scratches and bruises on his arms and cheeks didn’t even ache as he got cuddly and warm, almost disappeared as his mind was filled with the thoughts of being so comforted by steve, when steve wasn’t even there.

billy woke that morning to the small red blanket twisted around his torso, the other blankets still covering the rest of his body. it was one of the, if not the, best sleep he’d ever had without having steve directly next to him.

it was the power of the soft, small red blanket and the magical relaxation steve’s room had on him, lulling him into a true comfort.

pulling himself away from the warm cocoon of blankets, the red blanket still draped across his shoulders, billy looked out the window where you could see the back patio and pool, all layered with snow as a few flurries still came down.

it was soft, peaceful, and billy felt like he could fall asleep standing up watching the snow, even with the rough material of his jeans still rubbing at his legs.

that is, until the phone rang.

billy’s eyes immediately darted over to steve’s bedside table where the phone and answering machine were blinking.

billy, cautiously, picked up the phone and answered:

“harrington household,”

“excuse me!?”

it was steve. steve was on the other line. billy’s mouth opened like a fish and he looked around the room, as if that would actually give him something to say.

“hello!” steve spoke again, “who are you?”

“... it’s billy,”

“why are you in my house?”

“why did you call your house if you knew nobody was here?”

“i was going to leave a reminder on the answering machine for when i got home,” steve said quickly, “now why are you in my house?”

“there was a blizzard,” billy mumbled.

“ok? but why are you in my house? i told you i wasn’t going to be back until tuesday,”

“i—i, uh,” billy felt like a scolded child being reprimanded by a parent. “my house—i didn’t want to be there,”

“why?”

steve, for as much as he acted like it, was far from oblivious. he knew about something going on with billy and his father, anyone could tell if they bothered to look, most just chose not to look. steve, honestly, just wanted to see if billy would admit it.

“stress, you know, around the holidays,” billy chuckled, giving the most vague reason and attempting to brush it off.

“so you went to my house?”

“i forgot you weren’t here and i know where you keep the key—“

“you know where the key is!?”

“so i let myself in. i didn’t do anything, just took a few blankets from the closet and slept in your room, promise. i didn’t do anything bad or, or weird,”

“i believe you,” there was a lull of silence. billy felt holding growing restless and steve head was pinging with questions. “with blankets did you take?”

“uhhhh... just a white one and a soft red one,”

“the red one at the bottom of the closet? it’s kinda matted and a bit short?”

billy mumbled a ‘yeah’ and steve grinned from the other side of the line, “that’s the one i always sleep with when it gets super cold, too,”

billy smiled at steve’s confession and wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders, taking a deep breath, inhaling steve’s smell.

“well, i’ll leave now,”

“no!”

billy’s eyebrows furrowed at steve’s exclamation. “no?”

“i mean, nobody is there, so i guess it didn’t really matter if you stay there for a bit, right? plus, with the blizzard and everything, you probably shouldn’t be driving,”

“i walked,”

“what?”

“i didn’t drive, i walked,”

“i’ll yell at you for that later,” steve said as if he needed a reminder, “anyway, you’re welcome to stay for the next few days, billy,”

“thank you,” billy sounded bashful. like he was embarrassed to be caught but grateful nonetheless.

“of course. now don’t pick up the phone when i call again because i need to leave a message on the machine,”

“ok, pretty boy,”

and while billy was content with living in steve’s room for a while, living in his smell and in his space, steve couldn’t wait to sleep with the soft red blanket once billy left.

it would smell like billy’s cologne in no time.

#i had to look up when answering machines became popular #1984 #so it’s accurate #stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mediocre—writing #mw harringrove

137 notes · View notes

rae-arts777 · 3 years

Note

because i'm a sucker for a fake dating AU, 7 & soudam? or kuzuhina? or any DR ship your heart desires babe

Kuzuhina cause I love you Bryn

(Btw this is NOT a short fic hahaha, I ended up writing 2288 words)

He’s My Boyfriend, Yeah That’s it..

#7 Fake dating

Summary: Fuyuhiko needs a plus one

“Why?” Hajime felt like the yakuza was pulling his leg.

Did Fuyuhiko seriously ask him to hang out? More importantly, did he just ask him on a date?

“Listen bastard this isn’t exactly an ideal for me either.” The shorter male growled, “I hate attending these family functions alone.”

“Why don’t you just go with your girlfriend?” Hajime asked

“PEKO IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!” Fuyuhiko snapped, “I mean! Fuck! One she’s like my sister, we’re just close! Two she’s busy! I’m fucking proud she has her own plans rather then hovering over me! And I’m sure as hell not going to ruin that by asking her to come with me!” he explained

“Ok but why me? Aren’t you and Kaz really close?”

“Please that pink hair bastard won’t last a minute in a room full of yauzkas”

“Uhhhh….Nagito?”

“Is that a joke?”

Hajime sighed, guessing he really was Fuyuhiko’s most reliable option, “Ok fine, I guess it gives me an excuse to get out of the house.”

“Good, come on, we're going shopping.”

“I have a suit a home” Hajime protested

“No offense but I'm a hundred percent certain your suit is not suited for a yakuza gathering. Consider this as my thank you for dragging you to my shit family function.”

Before Hajime could protest further, Fuyuhiko grabbed his wrist and dragged him out. Despite the size difference, Fuyuhiko was surprisingly strong. Hajime sighed, he knew there was no point in protesting.

Hajime felt as if he tried on the whole store at this point. Every time he saw the price tag, he felt like he wanted to die. He felt a little bad for allowing Fuyuhiko to spend this much on him for a suit for a one time use.

Stepping out of the dressing room with the last outfit on, “Are we done yet?” Hajime groaned.

Fuyuhiko looked up from his phone and froze. Hajime for sure could pass for a common yakuza. Fuyuhiko cleared his throat and walked towards him.

“It’s missing something.” Fuyuhiko grabbed a red tie and applied it to the taller male.

Hajime felt tense with how close Fuyuhiko was. He watched as the shorter male took his time adjusting the tie.

“Umm..there..” Fuyuhiko turned him around to the mirror “You look good, better then nothing I guess.”

“Why do I feel like a sugar baby?” Hajime jokes.

“Oh shut the fuck up tall bastard.” Fuyuhiko handed his card to the retailer, “He’ll be wearing this out.”

“What are you going to wear?”

“I already have something picked out at home. I'll change when we get there.”

The retailer returned Fuyuhiko’s card, “Thank you for shopping with us.”

“Yeah thanks for the help.” He nodded, “Let’s go Hajime.” the yakuza walked out.

Hajime grabbed his bag and started to follow, but was stopped by the retailer.

“I just wanted to say, you and your boyfriend are super cute together.” She smiled.

“Boyfriend?” Hajime was taken back.

Did they seriously get mistaken for boyfriends? Did they act like boyfriends? Who else thought it? Should he correct her?

Hajime stared at the retailer who had a big smile on her face.

“....Thanks, yeah my boyfriend and I appreciate your help.”

“Shop with us again soon!” she waved him bye as he left.

Trying to catch up to Fuyuhiko, he felt his mind racing. Why didn’t she correct her? Why did it not bother him? Hajime shook his head. No, it was just easier to just say yes cause they have somewhere to be, no time to explain, yeah that’s it. Better she told Hajime and not Fuyuhiko.

The two arrived at the Kuzuryu manor. Fuyuhiko led Hajime inside, there were already a few guests.

“Just stay here.” Fuyuhiko sat him at a table, “I’ll be back in a second.”

Hajime looked around, it was hard to believe these were the people Fuyuhiko hung around with daily. Awkwardly he fidgeted with his hands, he was thirsty. There was a mini bar across the room, he just needed water. It wouldn’t hurt to get up for a few seconds for water.

Hajime made his way over the minibar. The bartender glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m just here with Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, I just wanted water.” Hajime explained.

The bartender sided with Hajime as he got the boy a glass of water.

“What are your relations to him?” Was this an interrogation?

Hajime hesitated “I’m...here as...his plus one…”

“A date?”

“Yes...date...he’s my...boy..friend.” Hajime drugged out. Shit he did it again.

“Boyfriend? Huh. Well guess you never know huh? Enjoy your evening.” The bartender turned to help another guest.

Hajime shuddered and took his water back to the table. Why did he say boyfriend? He could have just said friend. This was different from the store, the bartender will most likely tell Fuyuhiko something. Shit.

As Hajime’s mind was racing, he was pulled out from a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey.” Natsumi sat next to him.

“Oh, hey Natsumi '' Hajime sighed in relief, at least there was one more person there he knew.

“Did my dipshit brother drag you to this?” She asked.

“Well he needed a plus one, and I needed an excuse to get out of the house. So I sort of agreed to this.”

“I see, speaking of that asshole, where is he?”

“He said he needed to change real quick. I think he should be back soon.”

“Bastard! Leaving you here all alone! Sorry my brother dragged you on a sucky date. Come on, you’re coming with me.”

Before Hajime could protest, Natsumi was already dragging him away. How is it that he's been dragged by both Kuzuryu today?

Fuyuhiko returned to the table, dressed in a more fancy suit for the occasion. Real quick he noticed Hajime was gone.

“That fucking bastard!”

Fuyuhiko started to walk around looking for him. Deep down he was worried, he shouldn’t have left Hajime alone in a room full of people like this. God knows who he’s with. Scanning the room, Fuyuhiko’s eyes finally landed on Hajime, but his blood boiled.

Hajime is wrapped up in a group of Natsumi’s friends. A guy resting his hand on Hajime’s shoulder. It was clear the male was trying to flirt with Hajime.

Fuyuhiko stormed up to them, “Hey.” Just as the guy turned around, Fuyuhiko struck him in the jaw.

“Jesus Christ bro!” Natsumi yelled “Seriously?! Why are you attacking my friends?!”

“Well tell your fucking “friend” to keep his hands to himself!!” Fuyuhiko snapped.

Hajime flinched, shit he felt like this was a little bit of his fault.

“Why do you care so much?! Hajime is just trying to enjoy himself!”

“I care because-” wait, why did Fuyuhiko care so much? “Because…..” he grabbed Hajime’s arm and pulled him towards him “isn’t it obvious? I brought him as my date! Cause! We’re dating! Yeah! That’s it!” Fuyuhiko proclaimed, the heat rising on his cheeks.

Hajime felt his whole face turn red, did he hear him right? Natsumi looked between the two, studying both their faces.

“Oh. My bad bro I didn’t know!” She smirked at Hajime, “I’m surprised you didn’t mention you’re dating my brother.”

“Oh well...it’s..” hajime looked at Fuyuhiko “We just recently started dating!”

“Yeah!” Fuyuhiko chimed in, “We..started dating...this past week!”

“Yeah..uhhh, Fuyuhiko asked me out.” Hajime smirked a bit “I seriously never seen him so flushed, he was all so shy and nervous. Had a letter and everything. It was just so cute.”

“HUH?!” Fuyuhiko glared at him “I think you’re remembering things wrong! Yeah I asked you out but YOU were the one who was all shy! You guys should have seen him! The bastard was practically sobbing because he was so flustered.”

Natsumi smirked watching the two, “Please tell us more!”

“Yeah please do!” another person chimed in

“Where did he confess?”

“How long have you liked him?”

“Have you two gone on any dates yet?”

“So is he like your eye candy?”

“Wait, the boss likes men?”

Hajime and Fuyuhiko were bombarded with questions. The two looked at each other, well there was no turning back now.

The supposed yuzuka gathering turned into a hearing of Hajime and Fuyuhiko's love story, everyone was invested. The two tried to bounce off of each other’s stories, but also both tried to embarrass the other in some way.

“If I remembered correctly, you were the one staring at me in the locker rooms.” Hajime smirked

“Like hell I was! You’re one to talk! You’re not slick, you were practically drooling over me in there. Now that I think about it, you did tell Nagito that you liked me.” Fuyuhiko chuckled.

“Oh...well I do guess saying I like chihuahuas is the same thing.”

“THE FUCK YOU SAY?!”

The room busted out in laughter.

“Awww you two are just two cute.” Natsumi smiled, “I didn’t know bro was such a romantic!”

“Shut the fuck up you bitch.” Fuyuhiko growled.

Natsumi just smiled, “I have to say it was such an interesting story, but I think we’re all tired of hearing about your love life.”

Thank god, both of them sighed in relief.

“We want to see! So give us a kiss!”

“WHAT?!” Both of them yelled at her.

“Yeah, kiss him!”

“Kiss!”

“Come on!”

The whole room was chanting for them to kiss.

“I mean it’s natural for you two. YOU DID SAY your first kiss was in your classroom late at the end of a school day.” Natsumi snickered, “So is a simple kiss a problem?”

The two males looked at each other, feeling their cheeks turn red.

“Ok…” Hajime said

“No problem, no problem at all....” Fuyuhiko mumbled.

The two awkwardly faced each other. They fumbled with their hands not knowing where to place them. Fuyuhiko grumbled and rested his hand on Hajime’s waist. Awkwardly, Hajime draped his arms over Fuyuhiko’s shoulders. Hajime looked down at him, he never saw Fuyuhiko so nervous.

“Everyone is staring…” Hajime whispered.

“yeah...I know...can’t really turn back now..” Fuyhukio tried to avoid eye contact.

Hajime slowly leaded down, he felt Fuyuhiko’s grip tighten a bit around his waist. Testing the waters, Hajime brushed his lips against the yakuza, giving him one last chance to back out. Even though their lips were barely apart, the shorter one mumbled something the taller one could not pick up. Hajime was taken back when Fuyuhiko actually closed the gap.

Their lips felt awkward at first, smooshed against each other, but they worked with it. Hajime felt himself lean in deeper, as Fuyuhiko brought a hand up to cup Hajime’s cheek, trying to pull the taller male closer against him. The two almost forgot they were in a room filled with people watching him. Almost.

They quickly broke the kiss when they heard a flash of a camera. Fuyuhiko head shot around to see Natsumi holding her phone up with a shit eating grin.

“DELETE THAT!!!” Fuyuhiko screamed

“No thank you!” Natsumi ran off laughing.

Before he chased her, Fuyuhiko turned his attention to the crowd “WHAT?! You got what you wanted! Now fuck off!” He then ran off screaming at Natsumi to delete the picture.

The rest of the night is uneventful. Some people came up to congratulate Hajime and Fuyuhiko on their couple status.

Hajime could not stop thinking about the kiss though. He looked over at Fuyuhiko who was chatting with someone. It didn’t seem like the kiss was getting to him as much as it was to Hajime.

Hajime felt his heart tug a bit. He guessed the kiss did not mean much to Fuyuhiko. I mean why would it? They weren’t even dating. But also, what now? Were they going to stage some big breakup or something?

As the party ended, Fuyuhiko walked Hajime out to the car he had arranged to take Hajime home.

“So….that was something..” Fuyuhiko said.

“Yeah...sure it was..” Hajime looked down at his feet.

“Sorry..for forcing you into that silly narrivate.”

“Oh it’s nothing..I mean it was kind of fun...well I mean..I played along so yeah..” Hajime nervously chuckled.

“yeah ...yeah…”

“You know...funny enough, earlier that retail lady said you and I were cute..heh she thought we were boyfriends, and ummm, I didn’t correct her..” he explained.

“Is that so…?” Fuyuhiko said.

“Yeah...so haha. Anyways I guess we can stage a breakup or something like that.”

“Yeah we can..or we can do something else rather than lie again..”

Hajime looked up to meet Fuyuhiko’s gaze, the shorter male had taken a few steps closer.

“We can make those previous lies true..I mean like...the story about our first date. I honestly..umm fuck...I mean if the park and dinner is an good ideal for you as a..first date..” Fuyuhiko's gaze focused on Hajime’s tie.

Hajime felt his heart race, did Fuyuhiko just ask him on a date?

“I…” Hajime grabbed Fuyuhiko’s hand, the shorter male looking up to meet his gaze, “I would really enjoy that..”

Fuyuhiko blushed and nodded. He let go of Hajime’s hand and opened the car door for him.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Yeah I will.” Hajime got into the car.

“hajime ..”

“yeah ?”

Fuyuhiko grabbed his hand again, and kissed his palm “despite what happened, I..really enjoyed tonight.”

“Yeah me too,” Hajime smiled.

The two waved goodbye and Fuyuhiko closed the car door. He waited on the side of the crib until the car was out of sight. Fuyuhiko rubbed his face, mumbling, feeling his face become flushed again.

“Fuck.”

#danganronpa fanfiction #kuzuhina #Hajime X Fuyuhiko #Hinata x Kuzuryu #was suppose to be a short fic but I got carried away #Danganronpa AU #non despair au #this for you Bryn #I luv you 😙

91 notes · View notes

heewrlds · 4 years

Text

the boy next door | an enhypen au series

pairing: non-idol!sunghoon x reader x non-idol!jake

genre: fluff, angst, wholesome series

plot: you and sunghoon have been best friends for as long as you could remember. he finally musters up the courage to confess his feelings to you, but when a cute boy from australia moves next door, things start to take a turn.

notes: this is a jakehoon love triangle series ! i wrote this long time ago but i’ve fixed it up ! let me know if you have any suggestions or thoughts through my asks !! bolded mean it’s through text btw !! also all members of enha will be featured one way or another !!

tags: @cha-raena

i plan on updating every day btw !! if u want to be tagged then pls let me know !!

<<<prev chapter

————

you and jake walked through your front door to see sunghoon eating cupcakes in your kitchen.

your house was like a second home to him, your parents treated him like on of their own.

sunghoon heard the door open and to his surprise he saw you with another boy. he didn’t like that

“sunghoon! this is jake, he just moved today” you closed the door behind you. “I was thinking that maybe he could join us tonight so you two can get to know each other.” you eagerly wanted the two boys to become friends.

“hey man, its nice to meet you.” jake reached for sunghoons hand.

sunghoons eyes met jakes fingers.

he didnt want to go out with you and jake.

he was going to ask you out tonight... alone.

nonetheless, sunghoon didnt want to be rude or make you upset.

“hey, its nice to meet you. im park sunghoon.” sunghoon shook jakes hand, awkwardly smiling.

“y/n, im sorry but is there a washroom i can use” jake asked

“right over there, jake” you pointed to the hallway beside your kitchen as jake hurriedly rushed to the washroom as he didnt want to leave you two waiting.

you looked over to make sure jake couldnt hear you.

“hoon, isnt he soooo cute?” you squealed.

sunghoons eyes widened. “yeah i guess so”

he just felt like his heart shattered in a million pieces. do you like jake? was he too slow? did he miss his chance? will you ever love him back?

“hey sunghoon, who are those flowers for?” sunghoon was hiding flowers behind his back.

“oh these? theyre for uhhhh... your mom,, yeah” sunghoon scratched his head.

they were really for you.

jake came back from the washroom.

“so lets get going” jake smiled wiping his hands on his pants.

“on second thought, its getting kind of late and i have practice tomorrow morning. i dont think i can go” sunghoon really really did not want to go with you two.

“aw okay hoon, well i guess its just you and me jakey” you turned to jake, giggling.

jakey?! did she just call him “jakey” sunghoon thought. he couldnt let you two be alone together.

“on second thought, i can go for a bit” sunghoon changed his mind

“yayy” you clapped your hands as you three head out the door.

---

you three talked for about an hour.

sunghoon felt awkward. it was like he was interrupting something.

they just met today. stop overthinking sunghoon took a sip of his milkshake, he looked at you who was looking at jake who was telling some sort of story about his school life back in australia.

“excuse me, im going to go to the washroom” you said. leaving the two boys alone.

“soooo, jake how do you like it here so far” sunghoon tried to break the ice.

“it was hard at first, but y/n is super kind. theres nothing between you two right?” jake remembered what you said earlier that day, but he saw the way sunghoon looked at you, and he saw those flowers in sunghoons hands earlier. he wondered how you were so oblivious that a handsome guy like sunghoon had a crush on you.

“aha nooo, we’re just friends” sunghoon turned red.

jake knew sunghoon was lying. he wanted to help sunghoon but he was kind of interested in y/n. he only met you today but he really felt a connection.

“ah okay good to know. shes really cute and i wouldnt want to ruin anything. would it be okay if i maybe you know” jake smiled.

jake didnt have any ill intention, he just wanted to get to know y/n better plus he was a competitive person.

“yeah of course aha” sunghoon looked down.

no no no no no he thought.

“thanks bro, i hope we can be friends” jake reached for sunghoons hand again.

sunghoon smiled back

“me too”

---

later that night,,

sunghoon missed his chance and he knew it

he blew it. he may never get the chance to ask you out

he needed to move faster than jake.

he needed to get it together before jake could.

his phone rang

y/n: hey hoon,, are you okay? you were acting strange earlier

so y/n did notice.. he thought

sunghoon: im okay, ive just been tired.

y/n: are u sure??? :0

sunghoon: yes i am sure.

y/n: alright :)) anyways, what do you think of jake.. cute right ;) lol

sunghoon: yeah hes cool

y/n :/// you dont like huh... sunghoon dont be jealous

sunghoon: why would i be jealous?

y/n: hoon, no one could ever replace you. youre my best friend. youre like a brother to me.

sunghoon: aw ok, ty gn y/n

y/n: hoon? you good?

y/n: sunghoon??

y/n: hello????

sunghoon dialed a number on his phone.

“jay, can you help me out.” sunghoon needed advice from his greatest pal. jay park.

“are you finally going to ask out y/n”

“yes, i am”

“ALRIGHTTT! lets meet tomorrow at 12″

“sounds like a plan”

sunghoon hung up the phone.

he sighed, laying on his bed.

hopefully he wasnt too late.

next. chapter 3>>>

----

notes: if u enjoyed this then pls reblog and like this !! also let me know whos team you are and what you would want to happen next :)))

team jake

team sunghoon

102 notes · View notes

lilypixels · 3 years

Photo

Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

This is a bit long so i’m just gonna...

~Questions~

1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Both are fine! I don’t care much about what people refer to me as in general and have had someone on here call me lily once

2.) Where are you from? I won’t say exact, but I live in the middle of USA (I can’t wait to move-)

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yes! 3 dogs and 2 cats, tho only one cat is truly “mine”

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. uhh like where I want to be in life? what I want to do? um I’m still working on the exact job title, but I wish to do research at a natural history/science museum (sorta like archives or collections manager, but neither of those are quite right i think). Otherwise, I just hope to adopt and even foster kids cause my life would not be complete without little ones :3 (spouse/partner optional lol)

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Randomly researching things that grasp my attention, games...lots of games, reading, watching tv, coloring (wait does that count as art-), uhhh spacing out

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? yeah, but mostly just know about, not like see my posts i guess

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? not outside of just chatting on discord

8.) What are some fun facts about you? I’ve had some poems published before (it was with entering a poetry contest), I have surprisingly good balance, my brain is not properly awake/functioning until 10am which has led to me almost using soap as toothpaste a few times too many, I have a birthmark on my finger (bonus: it sorta changes color/how noticeable it is depending on how hot or cold I am lol, i call it a mini thermometer cause of this), apparently Lion King was my Disney movie obsession as a kid...oh and I have a certificate in cryptozoology lolz

9.) What’s your day job? i work as a private nanny/glorified babysitter (i don’t live with them or drive but work regular hours through week and as needed; even join the occasional vacation with them)

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? i don’t think so; a girl in high school once said I look like Cameron Diaz tho-

11.) What’s your aesthetic? for my blog I think it’s becoming like dark academia meets cottage core?? idk for myself...who knows

12.) What kind of artist are you? the tired kind lol

13.) How did you get into your form of art? if we’re looking at sims, uhhh well I just happened to learn about cc one day, then happened upon simblr, saw edits, and thought I’d give a try cause I can’t draw but I need a creative outlet so this worked for me

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? if I do anything, its listen to music; music is generally random based on what I feel like but more recently its been 2d anime groups (idolish7, hypnosis mic, etc)

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far? lets see...this, this, and this edit wise I think

16.) How would you describe your art style? idk chaos

17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? coloring, I like coloring

18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? oh gosh uhhhh there’s a few but I’ll say Iori and Sogo from Idolish7 since they come to mind first lol. Iori is a fellow aquarius who hides his interests and agonizes over past slipups even a year later, others have legit moved on but he’s still stuck on it (that was true moment I was like “omg you are aquarius” lol cause yeah meee). Sogo i heavily relate to as well cause he’s,,,very nice and hides his own feelings, putting others before himself (but when right buttons get pushed, he can be scary lol) so yeah, those two

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? I’ve never thought of this...no clue

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? I have changed names, yes; I used to be silverine-sims but after a time i didn’t ~vibe~ with it

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose? page songs like adding playlist to blog? i mean its possible already with bit of coding and I used to have one set up but uh one song huh? gosh um I guess Twisted Hearts by tasuku hatanaka; it was op for Moriarty the Patriot s2 and I’m pretty obsessed with it rn

23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? my brain refuses to think and rank; i have trouble with choices and that extends to favorites,,

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?) i know of myspace but otherwise i have no clue what all it entailed

25.) One last question; why are you like that? I grew up watching Secret Saturdays, He-Man, Teen Titans, Danny Phantom, and Spongebob idk what to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!!

I know not all of you will do this or was tagged by izzy already but I’m tagging everyone I can think of anyway-

@cyansimblr @neriney @lunchsims @waysims @klayde @sinfulwunders @void-imp @ladykendalsims @lazysunjade @almost-spring @smolteabirb @lunaziie @clumsyghostie and uh uh anyone else cause its too early and my brain just quit

#for the card thing #i was gonna do playlist but then id have to think more and choose a few songs from many #for characters itaru from a3 was another one #but two i picked maybe work more #also what does dag dag mean??#or is it a play on tag to rhyme??#tagged #tag thing #was gonna use simself for this #buttt i deleted after that one dream self tag #and photo from it wasnt cutting it #so used this picrew one #from another tag lol #dagdagtheartisttag

34 notes · View notes

penny-nichols · 2 years

Text

Thinking about the Claydar Siren/Sailor AU actually.

Hmmmm.... Maybe most of the murderers are sirens? Because they lead people to their doom? And are looked down upon because of that? (Kristoph wouldn't be a siren though because he's Captain of the ship Apollo and Clay are on... I need a good name for it)

Actually, maybe more of the villains who are People in Power are human (Gant, MVK, Blaise, Redd White, etc) and are running ships or ports or regulating ships or something?

Phoenix's ship is called the Turnabout, I think... Perhaps Kristoph's ship is.... Hm.... The Ace of Spades? Something card themed maybe?

Anyway the murderers who are more charming and not necessarily in legal positions of power are Sirens... So to think of some.... Definitely Dahlia, Probably Calisto Yew, Dee Vasquez, Matt Engarde, Mimi Miney, Richard Wellington, Alita Tiala, Daryan (obviously), (literally no one from game 5 LMAOOOOO sorry you can't be good looking or charming in any way game 5 killers. Xoxo get well soon), and Probably Roger Retinz? Uhhhh other AAI because I already mentioned Calisto ... Jacques Portsman, Cammy Meele, Horace Knightly maybe? And probably Simon Keyes. I know I said "some" and then listed all the sirens but shhh, I'm typing what I'm thinking

ACTUALLY maybe its the act of killing that turns you into a siren? So that's why, say Iris isn't a siren/the rest of the Feys aren't Sirens. Yes, Sirens can PROBABLY have children but far more come from those who have killed. (I'm not going off of actual mythology here just shit that sounds cool)

MVK/Blaise/Gant haven't physically killed anyone in this (just kinda... Led them to their deaths or sentenced them or something) and I feel like I might be going into too much lore for a thing that's essentially "but what if... They kissed" but shush it's world building.

Lamiroir/thalassa is rumored to be half siren. The Gramarye boat got caught in a storm, leaving Zak and Valant alive, Magnifi dead, and Thalassa presumed dead but actually on a different shore with no memories. (Trucy wasn't allowed to go on the boat yet so she was fine) Anyway.... Hmm... I want to say that Daryan was part of a ship run by Klavier and he began smuggling on the side. Anyway, LeTouse called him out on it and without really even questioning if what he was doing was worth it, Daryan shot him. He jumped overboard immediately but everyone else on board kinda figured the situation out when they found Daryan missing and saw Letouse dead

Let's see, I feel like the people on Klavier's ship would be... Klavier, Daryan, Letouse, Lamiroir, Machi, and maybe Athena and Juniper? Something like that I guess. Maybe more people... Maybe Sebastian too?

Anyway, I think the siren transformation turns you into part fish or fish like thing (fins and a tail essentially) so Daryan is shark, Dahlia is Betta fish... Idk that much about fish. so Daryan jumps overboard and as soon as he hits the water he's got a tail and gills and stuff.

So Kristoph's got his own ship and it's got Clay, Apollo... Actually maybe The Turnabout got sunk (probably by Kristoph) so Phoenix is first mate and Trucy is there too. Zak is probably a new crew member who people don't really recognize as zak gramarye? Trying to think of other people vs people who would be on land vs people who would be on a different boat

Anyway this was all world building and no actual romance so maybe I'll make another post. Gonna start tagging this

#long post #siren au

4 notes · View notes

madammobius · 3 years

Text

Chao Update: #3!

Heyo! Madam Mobius here again, and welcome back to the Mobius Garden! I’ve been really busy, and tonight I’ve got some special stuff for you, but first I just wanted to have a bit of transparency and go over a few things.

Since last time, I’ve started using Chao World Extended, a mod meant to enhance and improve the overall Chao World experience! However I’ve always been a *bit* of a purist when it comes to modding games, so I went through the customization options and only checked things that met one or more of these requirements

1: Aesthetic only: Things that only effect looks like the day/night cycle option

2: Was in the Dreamcast/GC port, but was somehow made unobtainable on PC. A good example of this is the jewel chao. The dreamcast had a little gadget called the VMU packaged in, and if you had enough of the in-game emblems you could unlock jewel chao, a special chao variant, with it. However, since the gamecube and PC have no VMU they have become completely unobtainable. Chao World Extended adds a different way to earn them through the Jewel Races! I thought this was fair because it’s still a challenge, and there would be no other way to do it anyway.

Here are some screenshots of the only options I have checked for the mod (as well as my SA2 application as a whole):

I’ve talked to some of the chao island admins and one has confirmed that beyond one thing (which we’ll get to when the time comes) there are no other vanilla changes, just additions

Okay cool, that’s probably the most infodumpy I’m ever gonna get here lol, like I said just trying to be transparent

Now who’s ready to see some cute chao?

They’re conversing :00

youtube

Full video with sound here! (You can hear them talk !!)

He loves when I shake him hehe :))

Onto some of the more substantial changes though! I’m still trying to decide what type to evolve these little babies into, so throughout this post you may notice that I change course a little bit in the types of animals I give and which stats are highest. Rest assured though! By the end of this post I will definitively have the answer for my evolution plans!

Took a look at UwU’s stats, and it looks like her personality has cycled from the last time I checked! It was cry-baby before but now it’s energetic

Veeeeerrryyy interesting combination !

You absolute troll ( ⚆ ◡ ⚆ )

Work hard

...nap harder

Time to learn some wonderful singing! I wanted to focus on UwU for a bit so I left OwO in class

I’ve decided that UwU is going to be a power-type! Her highest stat grade is an A in Power so I decided I want to raise it to an S when she evolves

Soon she will be strong enough to demolish the competition in karate (｀\/´)

More stat grinding...

OwO has returned! He is now a wonderful singer :))

Accidentally gave UwU a vulture but the new wings and hair kinda look cool with the arms lol

Laaaaaaaaa!!!

I threw a bear at him lol (￣\/￣ )

Checked the black market and they had a very interesting item for sale! It seems my emblem collecting has paid off and there is a shiny blue egg for sale

( I actually saw a rarer orange one much earlier but didn’t get it so (ゝз･) )

I mean I really SHOULDN’T buy this one... I have enough emblems for much rarer eggs to appear... plus I’m already swamped raising the other two chao and... hmmm

I bought it.

They have all gathered around for the hatching!

Well..... at least she was there at first...

Guess she was curious and decided she doesn’t care ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯

She’s aliiiiiiiive!!!!

Welcome to the world, small child

DRAMATIC POSE

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙀

...this is literally the most adorable creature on the planet I would die for you （；へ：）

Stat check!

Not terrible! I don’t think I’ll evolve her based on stats though, she’s way too adorable NOT to be evolved for looks

Checks out

Taking her to the fortune teller to get her named next...

hmmm... blue... shiny..... water name? uhhhh hydro? no no.... ocean? nah nah...

wait.

Heheheheheh....

Heheheheheheh...

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH...!

Everyone say hi to Soleanna! (Second N was removed in-game because of character limit, but her name is Soleanna)

For those unaware, Soleanna was the name of the City of Water in Sonic 06! I thought it was fitting because it’s water themed but also silly and a sonic reference lol

You know truth be told... UwU and OwO’s names were just kinda pulled out of a jokey joke hat because I needed to call them SOMETHING. I was gonna wait a little longer, but now that we have a naming theme...

Elise and Mephiles it is! (again, Mephiles had to be cut short because of character limit but...)

I thought it made sense because they’re both hero and dark chao, plus it fits with the Sonic 06 reference theme

Mephiles would be proud to have an evil chao named after him :))

I guess Elise has taken a liking to Soleanna’s eggshell.... I can’t tell if that’s endearing or SUPER weird...

bird :))

looks like Mephiles is going to the races!

LITERALLY ANNIHILATED THOSE OTHER CHAO

ONCE AGAIN

He won a shovel!

Elise is gonna do some Karate! Use the strength of all those bears I gave you!

OHHHHHH!!

TWO HIT K-O!!

She preceded to absolutely annihilate the entire tournament!

Owned

whatcha got there, Soleanna?

SHE’S RIDIN’ THE DUCK!! (ⅈ▱ⅈ)

Awwww, Elise and Mephiles are singing and playing music for her while she rides!! They’re all so cute !!

So uh.... I kinda did some stat grinding with a dark character on Elise and well...

...she looks a bit like moldy cheese now

I’ll get her fixed up with Tails, don’t worry ε-(´ D｀) ﾌ

no thoughts, head empty

wait a minute... i hadnt even noticed! Elise’s evolution stat traits are starting to come in! that means she’s getting closer to evolving into a power chao! (power chao have these sort of stripey patterns on them)

We did some more karate to celebrate

It went about how you would expect after her last performance ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In other news though, I’ve decided Mephiles’ final type! I’m gonna go with run! Mephiles’ namesake is a Shadow impersonator, and since a Dark-Run chao looks like Shadow I thought it would be funny :))

So I went to City Escape to collect some rabbits! And uh...

They are looking....

...and I do not know if it is respectfully ●﹏●

Mephiles understands that even dark lords of evil can have cute pink bunny rabbit ears

I’m sure you’ve noticed, but Mephiles’ evolution stat traits are coming in too! He’s growing spines and getting a little bluer!

You’re so adorable I’m gonna lose it...

Alrighty! Before we go, here’s a final stat-check for the road!

----------

That’s all for now folks! Thank you for reading it all if you made it here :))

Remember to check out https://chao-island.com/ if you want to learn more about chao and the raising experience! It’s a great resource

My chao posts will always be tagged with #MobiusGarden in case you wish to block them

Love u!

#chao #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #Sonic Adventure 2 #dreamcast #gamecube #pet sim #pet simulator #vmu #soleanna #mephiles the dark #mephiles sonic #Chao Garden #long reads #long #MobiusGarden #gif

35 notes · View notes

aquaquadrant · 3 years

Text

the little things

Kenji’s mouth is dry. “Ben…?” he croaks out.

Ben swallows. “Oh,” he says, in a very small voice. “It’s you.”

~*~

Ben’s been reunited with the other campers, and seems to have come out the other end of his experience stronger than ever before. But as he slowly finds his place back within the group, a bigger picture starts to emerge, piece by piece.

Rated T for: mental illness, mild language, panic attacks, PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, eating disorder (not in a traditional sense, but definitely not a healthy relationship with food)

A/N: Hey Camp Cretaceous fandom, y’all mind if I uhhhh write six-thousand words about Ben’s trauma?? Basically, Netflix kept recommending the show to me so I watched the first ep out of curiosity and then ended up binging the whole thing in like two days, and now here I am.

(Dear sweet, patient, regular readers of mine: I’m so sorry my main fic’s been delayed but I promise it’s getting updated next week, I just had to get some feelings out about Sad Dino Boy)

Hope you enjoy, please reblog and leave a comment if you do! - Aqua

Click here to read on A03 (with more complete tags)

~*~

the little things

~*~

Ben Pincus has returned from the dead, and he’s never been better.

The other campers are amazed. What he’s been through must have been horrible. He thought he was the only one left, that there was no one to help him and no hope of rescue because he was presumed dead. It would’ve been enough to drive anyone into despair, or off of the deep end.

But Ben shows no signs of this.

They didn’t find him holed up somewhere, near starvation and waiting to die, like one might’ve expected. They didn’t find him at all, really. He found them, and by coming to their rescue, no less. And when he did, he wasn’t a trembling mess, he wasn’t a half-mad ball of paranoia, and he wasn’t a hollow-eyed skeleton fueled solely by desperation.

He’s an all new and improved Ben, the best version of himself.

He hasn’t just survived, he’s flourished. He’s brave, he’s confident, he’s capable. He gives his opinions freely and without second-guessing himself, suggesting things the old Ben would’ve recoiled at. He fits seamlessly into the team like he never left. He faces problems head-on with determination and grit and not a trace of fear.

The turnaround is unbelievable. But even more important is that while he’s a new and improved Ben, he’s retained all the best parts of his old self.

Ben is easy smiles and meticulous organization of a leather waist bag and doting affection for a four-ton armored lizard. He’s sensitive and soft-spoken and accepts hugs from his friends gratefully. He still can’t quite pull off coolness, with a voice that sounds as gangly as his limbs look and an awkwardness he hasn’t grown out of.

And it’s perhaps because of this that no one thinks to look closer. This image is an easy thing to accept because it’s what they all want to believe, that Ben is okay- in fact, better than okay. But the truth is not always big and obvious upon first glance.

It’s the little things, as they soon find out.

~*~

That first evening after Ben’s return, after Mitch and Tiff and everything else, they don’t eat dinner.

They all ate their fill at the campsite and, after a month of scarcity, it was more than enough to sate their appetites. It’s Darius who thinks to ask Ben if he’s hungry, remembering that the boy hadn’t had the chance to eat with them. They have a good stockpile of food at the moment and he figures Ben must’ve been struggling.

But Ben shakes his head with an easy smile, and says, “Nah, I ate earlier.”

Darius leaves it at that, because there’s still so much catching up to do. They show Ben around their clubhouse, make plans for where to build a bunk for him (he insists he’d be just fine sleeping on the ground next to Bumpy, but they all veto that immediately). They talk well into the night about the day’s crazy events, filling each other in on their own sides of the story, and everything that’s happened since Ben got separated.

There are some more tears, some more hugs. But ultimately, the mood in the clubhouse is ecstatic. They never thought Ben had survived the fall so to have him back is better than a dream come true, it’s a miracle.

Darius thought he knew what it was to experience a miracle when they first saw that bonfire smoke on the horizon. But if he had to chose between the miracle of them finally leaving the island or the miracle of getting Ben back, it’s not even a competition.

Eventually the exhaustion catches up with everyone, and they turn in for the night. Bumpy parks herself underneath the clubhouse, her presence incredibly reassuring. Ben ends up sharing Kenji’s bunk because it’s bigger than Darius’s even when occupied by two, and the older teen had insisted in a very faux-casual way, to which Ben had rolled his eyes but nonetheless seemed touched by the gesture.

Darius takes the first night watch shift and gets to see all his friends sleeping peacefully. And even though Tiff sailed away with their only means for escaping, he feels a lot more hopeful than he has in a long time.

~*~

It’s canned peaches for breakfast.

A far cry from yesterday’s buffet. But no one’s complaining because the meticulous rationing of their food, courtesy of Darius, means they’re all starving by meal time and couldn’t care less what it tastes like. Darius is in the process of separating the food out into bowls, half a can for each of them, when he realizes Ben has yet to take a seat. He’s lingering at the edge of the room, watching.

“Hey,” Darius calls, “you coming or what?”

Ben shakes his head. “Thanks, but I already got my own breakfast.”

Before Darius can respond, Brooklynn shoots Ben a look. “What? Where?” she demands. “You holding out on us, jungle boy?”

Darius shoots her a look, but Ben just gives an easy smile and unzips the leather pouch that’s reclaimed its spot around his waist. He withdraws a small handful of bright red berries, no bigger than blueberries. It’s not even a fraction of the half-can of peaches the rest of them are settling for, and Darius sees his own unease reflected in the others’ eyes.

Brooklynn glances away. “Oh. Um, sorry. You don’t… you can have some of ours, you know?”

“I’m good.” Ben tosses a couple berries into his mouth. “You guys go ahead, I’m gonna go check on Bumpy.”

“O- oh, okay…” Sammy murmurs, watching Ben go with uncertain eyes. “If you’re sure…”

They’re silent for a moment.

Kenji inhales quietly through his teeth. “So… that’s weird, right?”

Yaz leans forward in her seat. “What do you think, Darius?” she asks lowly.

Darius bites his lip. Even though dinosaurs are his specific topic of interest, he’s gained a lot of second-hand knowledge about general biology and psychology. After all, he has to understand the processes behind behavior in order to identify patterns and deviations.

And right now, he has to admit that Ben is displaying a very concerning behavior.

“I’ll talk to him,” Darius decides.

There’s a collective sigh of relief around the table, and the others start eating. It takes Darius longer than usual to finish his serving.

~*~

“So, uh, bottom line is… you don’t need to feel bad about eating our food. You’re as much a part of this group as anyone else, and we’re happy to share.”

After a couple tense days, Darius is finally talking to Ben about the food situation. Or rather, talking at him. Because Ben’s not looking at Darius- his eyes are tracking the small spider that’s crawling along the railing next to them. Normally, Darius would take it as a sign of boredom and inattentiveness. But there’s an intensity in Ben’s eye that’s a little unsettling-

Quick as a flash, Ben shoots out an arm. He crushes the spider under his thumb and swipes it into his mouth. And then, untroubled as can be, he returns his focus to Darius as if nothing had happened.

Darius has overheard Kenji teasing Ben about eating bugs, and Ben has admitted as much in the stories of his time alone. Berries and grubs were what he lived on. Darius, for one, can’t imagine being hungry and desperate enough to snatch a bug off the ground and eat it.

But it’s even harder to imagine having access to real food, good food, and still choosing to eat bugs.

“Don’t worry so much,” Ben says lightly, patting Darius on the shoulder as he turns to go. “I can take care of myself.”

That does it. “You can’t keep living off berries and grubs!” Darius finally snaps.

Ben whirls around. “Says who?”

“Basic human biology!” Darius retorts.

Ben glares at him, but there’s something shaky behind it. “Darius, I told you it’s fine,” he says evenly, though he doesn’t fully meet Darius’s gaze. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Please? If I’m hungry, I’ll eat.”

Darius hesitates. “You promise?”

Ben breaks into an easy smile. “I promise.”

Darius sighs. It’ll have to be good enough, for now.

“Okay.”

~*~

Darius knows he isn’t the only one still concerned by Ben’s lack of appetite.

Right from the start, Ben was the scrawniest one among them, and it’s only gotten worse. But surely he’ll have to eat at some point, right? Basic survival instincts will win out over whatever stubborn mindset is holding him back. Plus, it’s clear that he’s got enough energy to run and climb and stuff with no problem.

Maybe it’s not as serious as Darius thinks. Maybe Ben just needs time.

~*~

Ben doesn’t know what’s wrong with him.

He just- he can’t take their food! Why don’t they get that?

And it’s not because he’s stubborn, it’s not- no matter what Darius thinks. There’s nothing wrong with letting others help you (as long as you don’t let it make you soft, of course). After all, he relies on Bumpy. He just… when he looks at the food, and imagines eating it, he just knows it’ll sit in his stomach. Like a rock, weighing him down.

Plus, plus, if he gets used to eating like that, it’ll just- it’ll be harder to cope once it runs out. He’s already gotten used to roughing it and it was hard enough the first time, he can’t let himself slip back into complacency. And- and really, how long do they think it’s going to last? They’ve searched all the previously inhabited areas of the island and there’s no more food for them to scavenge.

Do they think they’ll be rescued before it runs out? No one is coming to save them. They know it as much as Ben does- they wouldn’t be bothering with rafts if they didn’t. Do they think they’ll escape, then? Sure, because their current attempts have been going so well.

No, they just aren’t thinking long term. Ben is.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

~*~

It’s the sixth day in a row where Ben eats nothing but berries.

He wants to search around some more, see if there’s anything more substantial. That would require him to leave Bumpy, though. And he can’t leave Bumpy. But the hunger is excruciating. It gnaws at him every waking moment, keeps him up at night. He’s never felt such hunger in his life, not even close. He can’t keep going like this, can he?

But there’s nothing else.

Except… something’s crawling up his arm. Something small, and leggy. Ben turns his head, squinting to focus his eyes in the dark. It’s some kind of beetle, with a shiny shell that catches stray shafts of moonlight poking through the roof of his lean-to.

Ben stares at it for a moment. Then, before he can think, he snatches it up and pops it into his mouth. He barely registers any taste, mostly just the crunchy texture. And even though it wasn’t any bigger than a quarter, after he swallows, he feels… fuller. Even if it’s purely imagined, it’s a comfort.

Berries and grubs. It’ll have to be enough.

There’s nothing else.

~*~

Ben continues to decline their offers of food.

~*~

A few weeks after the reunion, Kenji is starting to get antsy.

As the self-designated ‘pro-fun police’ (a clever play on ‘no-fun police,’ if Kenji does say so himself), he’s made it his responsibility to make sure none of his friends just keel over and die from stress one day. That means it’s his job- no, his duty- to lighten the mood with copious amounts of joking, goofing off, and, of course, pranking.

Jumping out to scare his friends while they’re trapped on a dino-infested island might, on paper, sound like a bad idea. But it keeps everyone on their toes, and the relief of realizing they aren’t facing a dino attack, just Kenji pulling a prank, helps keep any real anger at bay. It’s typically an exasperated annoyance, which Kenji will gladly take. His main targets are Brooklynn and Darius, because he can’t fathom doing that to Sammy, and Yaz is- while perhaps in the most need of lightening up- super freaking scary.

But now that Ben’s back, Kenji knows what he has to do.

Before, back when they were just campers and not survivors, Ben was easily the most frightened of them. The kid was scared of dirt. And his over-the-top hysterics always managed to, somehow, put everyone else at ease. Because if Ben was scared of something, that didn’t really mean anything. Again; scared of dirt.

(Now, if Yaz is scared of something, that’s a different story).

Since Ben’s, uh… departure, they’ve been sorely lacking that energy in the group. Kenji would wager he’s not the only one who misses it. He used to have so much fun riling Ben up with just a couple words (none of the others are so easily baited). And whenever Ben would freak out and instantly cling to him, like some kind of scrawny spider monkey, it made Kenji feel… capable, in a way.

Like, if Ben was trusting Kenji to protect him, maybe he wasn’t so useless after all (which was becoming an all too frequent feeling as the others continued to adapt and grow, leaving Kenji struggling to keep up).

Problem is, Ben’s really hard to scare now.

It’s not always obvious, like when he’s bragging about taking down Toro or itching to blow things up. Sometimes it’s the little things. Whenever they’re out in a group, foraging or gathering supplies, and there’s a sound in the distance that makes them all freeze, Ben’s frozen in readiness, not fear. He looks more like Yaz, tense and waiting with his fists up and eyes narrowed.

Sometimes, when they aren’t occupied by any particular task or imminent threat, and have the chance to enjoy some downtime, Ben drifts off to the side and just… watches, all tense, silent, and anxious. He’ll watch the tree line, or Bumpy on the ground below, or even just the rest of them as they go about their business. Kenji is sure he’s not the only one who’s noticed but none of them bring it up.

It’s… unsettling, seeing Ben like this. Kenji figured he just needed a couple weeks to fall back into the rhythm of the group, to see that he didn’t have to be this loner Rambo type of guy anymore. But even though he talks with them easy enough, seems to enjoy their company, and has a good handle on teamwork, it’s like there’s a part of him that can’t fully shake that mentality.

At least, not without help.

~*~

Kenji’s plan is- in his humble opinion- pretty dang brilliant.

He waits for a time when it’s just him and Ben in the main level of the clubhouse (Yaz is running laps around their perimeter, Darius is in his bunk writing in his nerd book, Brooklynn and Sammy are upstairs going over inventory) and then announces he’s going for a shower. His daily showers are common knowledge at this point, so Ben just nods in acknowledgement and goes back to leaning against the railing, watching Bumpy graze down below in that tense-silent-anxious way of his.

Kenji sets up the shower and lets it run (he’ll go down to the river later and get more water to make up for the waste, because even though he tries to avoid manual labor whenever possible, it’s totally worth it in this case). And then, being more careful and silent than he’s ever been (except maybe in cases where he’s being hunted by dinos), he slowly creeps up behind Ben before leaping forward with a shriek, grabbing him by the shoulders.

Ben doesn’t just jump and scream. He jumps, screams, then spins around and swings a fist into Kenji’s jaw in one smooth motion.

Kenji’s laughing even as he staggers back, his jaw stinging (because at the end of the day, even though Ben’s kind of a badass now, he’s still Ben and his arms are pretty much chicken wings so there’s no real harm done, just a bruise at most). Plus that’s a valid reaction, considering everything, and he can’t say he didn’t deserve it.

“Oh man, I totally got you!” Kenji says anyways, to rub it in. “You should see your… face...”

And Kenji trails off because now he’s seeing Ben’s face.

What Kenji expected is this:

Once Ben realized it was just him pulling a prank, he would get mad. In that totally non-threatening dorky Ben way, where he scrunches his nose and puffs out his cheeks, his little fists clenched at his side like an irate toddler. Maybe he’d stomp off but it’d be worth it because being mad is better than being tense-silent-anxious and it’d give him the chance to be annoyed with Kenji. And maybe Ben being annoyed with Kenji would help everything feel a little more normal, a little more like before.

What Kenji gets is this:

Once Ben realizes it was just him pulling a prank, he doesn’t get mad. He starts shaking. Violently, uncontrollably. Like he’s suddenly come down with hypothermia despite being in a tropical jungle, staring at Kenji all the while and not saying a word. His chest rises and falls rapidly in little panicky breaths and the kind of fear in his eyes isn’t the kind that’s funny. It’s glassy-eyed with shrunken pupils that dart around Kenji’s face, frightened and searching, as if he isn’t fully seeing it.

Kenji’s mouth is dry. “Ben…?” he croaks out.

Ben swallows. “Oh,” he says, in a very small voice. “It’s you.”

Kenji hasn’t heard Ben’s voice sound that small since before, and it doesn’t feel like a victory.

By now, of course, the others have noticed the commotion and it doesn’t take more than a second for them to piece together what happened. Yaz rounds on Kenji with a furious snarl and whisper-screams a lecture about how stupid and irresponsible he is. Darius is immediately trying to mediate the situation while Sammy frantically asks Ben if he’s okay, to which he doesn’t respond. Brooklynn steps in, citing an unboxing video about dealing with shock, and when she goes to put a hand on Ben’s shoulder, he lets her.

And now Kenji realizes where he miscalculated. Ben never showed discomfort with physical contact before because he’d never been surprised by it before (because Ben has gotten scary good at being alert, always keeping an eye and an ear out on his surroundings even in the middle of a conversation). And when it came to his friends, it wasn’t unexpected for Sammy to rush in with a hug or Darius to pat his shoulder or Brooklynn to playfully knock elbows.

But Kenji snuck up on him, so Ben’s first thought wasn’t that it was a friend. It was that he was going to have to run for his life, like he has countless times since being stranded on this island.

Kenji apologizes over and over again as Darius gently leads him away by the elbow and Brooklynn talks to Ben in low tones while Sammy squeezes his hand and Yaz takes up a lookout position because they can’t afford for all of them to be distracted even though she occasionally cuts a glare at Kenji out of the corner of her eye so it’s really debatable how vigilant she’s actually being.

Throughout it all, Ben doesn’t get mad, but he doesn’t stop shaking.

~*~

Darius explains it, later.

“The sudden fear reaction signaled a bunch of adrenaline to be released into his bloodstream, to give him the energy needed for running. And then, when he didn’t, there was nowhere for that energy to go. It’s like, even though his mind knew there wasn’t any danger, his body wasn’t convinced.” Then, a sympathetic look. “You didn’t know, man.”

Kenji only nods. But knowing doesn’t make it better because even though Ben’s stopped shaking he doesn’t turn his back on Kenji anymore and somehow that’s a million times worse than if he’d gotten mad.

~*~

There are claws wrapped around Ben’s shoulders and shrieks in his ears.

Wind whips his face and his stomach lurches as he’s carried through the air, weightless, at the mercy of the Pteranodon. He’s never felt so small and utterly helpless before, not once in his life. Even his screams aren’t big enough to carry, snatched away by the wind and deafened by the roars of the terror-birds fighting over the right to tear him limb from limb.

And then he’s falling and has other things to worry about.

~*~

Ben stops sharing Kenji’s bunk.

~*~

In a rare moment of downtime, Yasmina is curled up with Darius’s field guide, adding a few more illustrations, when she feels Ben staring at her.

It’s not the first time she’s felt him staring at her. It is the first time, however, that she decides to stare back.

She means it to be playful, at first. She meets his eyes, one brow quirked as if to say, ‘What, is there something on my face?’ But instead of glancing away in sheepish embarrassment or jolting out of a daze, Ben just stares back. There’s no emotion in his expression at all except intense focus.

The faint smile drops from Yasmina’s face as she stares back in surprise. Then, with ever-growing confusion and a fair amount of alarm, she realizes that Ben’s shoulders are rising, tense and hunched like he’s trying to make himself look bigger.

Like an animal.

Yasmina knows what it is to stare down a wild animal. She’s felt predatory eyes on her before and either bolted or turned to face the challenge. And that’s what it is, for some of the dinos- a challenge. Sometimes they’re testing your mettle, and standing your ground is enough to make them back off.

Ben must’ve learned that, too. And for whatever reason, he’s slipping into that behavior now.

It’s a ridiculous thought. This is Ben, her friend. Her very scrawny friend who can’t weigh more than ninety pounds soaking wet, and prefers a diet of berries and grubs. And yet, here he is, staring her down like she’s a particularly bold pack of Compies that’s decided to threaten him.

Yasmina gives a slow, deliberate blink. “Ben?” she calls. “What’s up?”

Just like that, the spell is broken. Ben gives a violent start, blinking and shaking his head. Yasmina sees confusion flash across his face, and then realization. And now the embarrassment comes, but it’s darkened by something like horror.

Without a word, Ben turns and darts away, scrambling down the ladder to the alcove underneath the house where Bumpy’s napping.

Yasmina lets him go, too baffled and unsettled to form words.

~*~

Eventually, Yasmina tells Darius about it.

His expression is troubled as she runs through the incident. But in the end, there’s nothing more he can tell her than what she’s already worked out on her own. It’s just another side effect of the mindset Ben has adopted throughout his isolation. Those habits were what he relied on to survive, and it’ll take time for him to realize he doesn’t have to constantly be on edge now that he’s got a team to look out for him.

Though privately, Yasmina wonders if maybe the rest of them should take a page out of Ben’s book. Seems like he’s got a better handle on survival than they do.

(And then she thinks how Sammy would react, if Yasmina started acting like a wary animal around her, and she realizes Ben’s methods come with a price.)

~*~

After Ben runs the Compies off for the first time, staring becomes a defense tactic.

It’s not always the Compies, who are slowly but surely learning not to mess with him. Sometimes it’s the Parasaurolophus in the river, or the lone Pteranodon perched in a tree, or the group of Edmontosauruses grazing on the hilltop. As soon as he feels their eyes on him, he knows his best chance is to stare back, to show that he’s willing to put up a fight, that chasing him wouldn’t be worth it.

Obviously, there are some dinosaurs that doesn’t work on. But if Ben can drastically cut down the amount of time spent running for his life by standing his ground, then he’ll take it.

All he has to do is not back down.

~*~

Ben avoids Yasmina for the next few days.

~*~

Brooklynn wakes up in the middle of the night with an unshakeable feeling that something is wrong.

Her bad feeling is confirmed when she gets a look at the moon. Based on its position in the sky, she should’ve been woken up by Ben to take her night watch shift at least an hour ago. This practice, established by Darius months ago who insisted they should always have at least one person awake, has already become routine within the group. Brooklynn couldn’t sleep fully through the night if she tried.

Ben’s only just recently become a part of the routine. Immediately after his return, Darius thought it best just to let Ben settle in and get as much rest as he could, now that he had the security to do so, and everyone agreed. Ben had insisted he didn’t mind, but Darius stood firm, so it’s only been within the last few days that Ben took part.

But this is the first time he hasn’t woken Brooklynn up and her heart is in her throat as she rushes to the lookout point-

Only to find Ben sitting right where he’s supposed to be, looking out over their compound as a small candle burns next to him.

As soon as Brooklynn’s relief passes, it’s replaced with anger. “What are you doing?” she whispers furiously.

Ben, not at all surprised by her presence, gives her a sidelong look. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You were supposed to wake me up, so I could do night watch.” Brooklynn struggles to keep her voice low, so as not to alert the others. “What gives?”

Ben shrugs. “I knew I wasn’t gonna sleep tonight, so I figured I’d just take the whole watch myself.”

“That’s not how this works,” Brooklynn hisses, crossing her arms. “Even if you can’t fall asleep- and I’ve totally been there- you have to lay down and close your eyes and rest. You need to rest.”

Ben breaks into an easy smile, but Brooklynn can see the annoyed creases at his eyes. “Hey, it’s fine. I can-”

“Take care of yourself, I know,” Brooklynn interrupts, hating how frustrated she sounds but unable to help it. “But you don’t have to. We’re a team. We can take care of you too, alright?”

Ben stares at her for a moment. “I know that,” he says, sounding uncertain.

Brooklynn softens. When she reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder, he lets her. “Then… why?”

“I don’t know,” Ben admits. The muscles beneath Brooklynn’s hand are so tense, it feels like they’re going to snap. “I don’t know.”

They finish the night watch together.

~*~

Brooklynn almost hates to bring it up to Darius.

Dude’s stressing almost nonstop about everything, all the time. And it really isn’t fair for him to be responsible for the rest of them, including Ben. But Darius is the only one who seems to have the… what’s it called, emotional intelligence, she supposes, to weigh in on the situation.

(Sammy is a close second, but her brand of caring is a little more touchy-feely, and this doesn’t seem like the right time for that.)

Darius is immediately worried, pointing out that Ben might accidentally fall asleep on watch if he keeps this up (something Brooklynn hadn’t even thought about). He promises to talk to Ben about it, and that’s that.

Brooklynn is only slightly relieved because she knows if Darius had a real fix for the problem, he would’ve said so. And if Darius doesn’t have a fix for it, maybe there isn’t one.

~*~

Those first several nights, Ben doesn’t sleep at all.

And it’s not for lack of trying. But how can he sleep, when it’s pitch black and the jungle is full of unfamiliar sounds and he’s got no one but a baby Ankylosaurus by his side? He soon finds it’s even worse without Bumpy, though, because at least he trusted that Bumpy would wake up if there was any danger, as her senses are more powerful than his.

On his own, there’s no one to wake him up. So he has to stay up, and settle for catching short scattered naps throughout the day (if he can find a tree to hide up in).

It’s hard, but he’d rather be tired than dead.

~*~

Ben is taken off night watch, but still ends up awake more often than not.

~*~

Pyromaniac is a word no one ever expected to become synonymous with Ben, and yet here they are.

It’s one of the first things he always suggests as an answer to a problem; blow something up. Darius has a million reasons for them not to do that; they could get hurt, they could start a wildfire and burn the jungle down, they could attract unwanted attention from predators.

But that doesn’t stop Ben from cataloguing everything on the island that can be used as an explosive, memorizing their locations or creating hidden stashes. It doesn’t stop him from using the candles that came with the scavenged emergency kits. He’ll light them for no reason, just to watch the small flame flicker back and forth.

(Someday, months later, they’ll encounter a horrific hybrid dinosaur that is drawn to flames, and they’ll all think about how unsettling it is that Ben shares this trait, but none of them will say it.)

~*~

It’s been one week since Bumpy left, and Ben is starting a fire.

Just a small one. It rained all day and he’s soaked to the bone, which normally wouldn’t be a huge problem considering the jungle climate. But now that it’s nighttime, there’s a chill in the air and he can’t afford to get sick. It’s risky, because at night he knows the light could draw attention to him, but his teeth are starting to chatter so there’s no helping it.

When a Stegosaurus stumbles upon him, baying low and angry at finding another creature in its territory, it’s the fire that makes it balk. Rumbling displeasure, it retreats back into the dark jungle. Ben quickly adds torches to his arsenal, using the rest of his shirt as tinder.

Fire is safety.

~*~

Ben lights his candles in silence.

~*~

“You can’t just run off like that,” Kenji says, deadly serious.

Ben scoffs. “I think you’re forgetting who defeated Toro,” he says with an easy smile.

“You’re not invincible, Ben!” Kenji snaps. The anger churning inside him is deceptively hollow, like it’s masking something else. “And I can’t lose you again.”

Ben isn’t smiling anymore. “You won’t,” he mutters, pushing past Kenji. “I can take care of myself, now. I don’t need you to play the hero and protect me.”

Kenji wants to protest that’s not what this is about, and that’s never been what this is about, but Ben is already gone.

~*~

Ben still lives off berries and grubs.

~*~

“… and so I was thinking, berries have seeds in them, right? So if we plant some, we’ll have our own berry bushes at the clubhouse. It’ll cut down our foraging time in the mornings for sure, and-”

“Uh, who are you talking to, Ben?”

Ben blinks at Yasmina’s voice, the girl having only just entered the room.

“Um, Bumpy?” he says, as if this should be obvious.

Yasmina glances out at the compound, where Bumpy is fast asleep and well out of earshot.

“… right.”

~*~

Ben can’t sleep, even when he’s actually trying.

~*~

“Alright,” Darius says, “so we need to get the T-Rex out of Main Street so we can do another sweep for supplies. Any ideas?”

Ben’s hand goes up.

“For the hundredth time, Ben, we aren’t going to feed the T-Rex to the Mosasaurus.”

Ben’s hand goes down.

~*~

Ben feels more at home with Bumpy than the other campers.

~*~

“You know we didn’t mean to leave you, right? We would’ve come back for you if we’d known…”

~*~

Ben never talks about getting off the island.

~*~

“You have to tell us where you’re going, Ben, you can’t just disappear-”

~*~

Ben keeps slipping away.

~*~

“Blowing stuff up isn’t the answer to everything!”

~*~

Ben keeps saying he’s okay.

~*~

“We’re a team, we have to work together-”

~*~

Ben keeps smiling.

~*~

“Don’t you trust us to protect you?”

~*~

Ben doesn’t know.

~*~

Sammy finds Ben sitting on the roof of the clubhouse one day.

Her footsteps are loud and obvious as she approaches him. No chance of sneaking up. She knows he’s noticed her, from the subtle shift in his body. He doesn’t acknowledge her, though, continuing to stare off over the jungle and into the horizon, his skinny legs slotted through the railing and dangling over the edge.

The sun’s about to set, a few stars already twinkling in the purple edges of the sky. Sammy can remember another night, months ago, where Ben wasn’t here but everyone else was and they spotted bonfire smoke in the distance. She remembers the way her heart raced, the overwhelming joy and relief flooding through her. And yet, there had been undeniable heartache, because the realization that they’d made it out only meant it was more unfair that Ben hadn’t.

Sammy breaks the silence after a few moments.

“Are you okay?”

Ben doesn’t look at her, but she can see the easy smile that slants across his face, dying sunlight reflected in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

Sammy sees the lie for what it is. None of them are okay. No one who’s been through what they have would be. But there’s a certain danger that comes with not being willing to admit it, and an even greater danger that comes with not being able to see it.

“Y’know, it’d be fine if you weren’t.”

Ben doesn’t answer.

Sammy sits with him until the sky turns dark.

~*~

It’s the way he struggles to eat anything he hasn’t obtained by himself.

It’s the way he sometimes goes off on his own without telling anyone.

It’s the way he talks to himself when he thinks no one else is around.

It’s the way he takes any concern for his safety as a personal attack.

It’s the way he leaps at the chance to blow something up.

It’s the way he can stare silently for hours.

It’s the way he smiles a little too easily.

~*~

It’s not jumping at every unexpected movement, or screaming awake from night terrors, or flinching away from the slightest touch. It’s not loud meltdowns or hysterical sobbing or uncontrollable fits of rage.

(Even though those will come, someday, when the island is just a memory.)

It’s the little things, that- once you notice them- keep piling up.

And suddenly, they don’t seem so little anymore.

~*~

#jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jwcc #jwcc fanfic #my writing

36 notes · View notes