#cause bee said he was testing out some names for himself
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Commissioner Gordon to the Rescue!
Paris, Eiffel Tower, 4:34 AM
" Ladybug we can't keep this going! We need help! " a bee -striped heroine's voice is heard from a distance. Abeille .
" While that is true, who is going to help us? The justice league already called us a joke." someone says followed by a sharpening sound. Tatsu .
" Why don't don't we ask Batman? He's the most reasonable one" a calm voice reasons supporting his girlfriend's idea. Serpent .
" Yes, but how are we going to call Batman without ending up in asylum? Bailing ya outta there is hard work ya know?" the spotted armoured heroin asks. Ladybug.
" She's right guys" the quick witted fox hero chimes in. Reynard.
"Why don't we broadcast worldwide news that if Justice League doesn't show up in Paris within 24 hours we'll destroy the world" the usually quiet turtle cladded hero asks. Shellder.
"Yeah right! That way we'll have even more charges." Serpent says glaring at Shellder.
"Hey LB don't you know a police officer there? Afterall you are from there." Abeille asks the once street kid.
"Yes, Bug. You know the old guy. Maybe we can ask for his help." Tatsu asks her girlfriend.
"That's a nice idea. The Commissioner does have contact with Batman! Oooh then we might get to use the Bat Signal! Oh my Kwami, what if he doesn't recognise me?" Ladybug asks.
"He will recognise you Bug!" Shellder chimes in.
"The Bat Signal is real!" Reynard exclaims.
"That's out of the point. Don't get distracted!" Tatsu scolds.
"Ladybug, do you trust him enough to reveal your identity? Cause if you don't he won't believe you either." Serpent reasons.
"I guess. After all he saved my life multiple times." Ladybug answers unsurely.
"Ladybug there's no 'I guess' it's either Yes or No." Serpent says sternly.
"Then I do. I trust him." Ladybug answers firmly.
"Alright then, Yes it is." Abeille says.
"To Gotham we go!" and Reynard jumps off. Returns a minute later. "So, when exactly are we going and where?" he then asks.
"Now, Luks call Jagged and inform him. I'm sure he'll cover for us. Kalki if you may?" Ladybug asks.
"Of course Great guardian, but till Serpent finishes the call can you tell how and when have you been to Gotham?"
"Oh that, I was a street kid with my brother back then. We used to steal for a living. Jason took care of both of us. I was just three when we started living on the streets. Jay was eight. There were a few warehouses where all the street kids lived together. Commissioner Gordon came disguised as an old man and gave the kids blankets. He also anonymously left food for kids. When I figured out that was him I asked him why he didn't report us to the CPS. He answered Kid I know the CPS gives you Pipsqueaks shitty homes. Don't think about it. When I was seven I was kidnapped by Scarecrow. For testing some toxins. He threw me out saying I wasn't good enough. So somehow I found myself in Paris. Without my brother." Ladybug says with tears in her eyes.
"I called Dad and he said Okay because the Sandboy akuma was hard. Five hours particularly, all of your guardians think we're having a sleepover." Serpent says breaking everyone out of their stupor.
"LB, Can I use Kalki this time? Please?" Reynard asks.
"Fine, Here." She says giggling.
Gotham, Police station, 10:52 PM
Gordon POV
The shift is almost over yet I can't help but feel something interesting is about to happen.
Suddenly a blue portal appears. I take out my gun for defence.
"Woah, Woah no need for a gun. We come in peace." The one dressed like a fox answers.
"Who are you? Clarify your purpose!"
"We're heroes of Paris. We come to ask for your help." The one with a katana answers.
"Heroes? In Paris? Since when? I'd say it was a joke, But the portal proves it. Why wasn't the Justice league informed?"
"Slow down a bit, 3 years, Justice league laughed on us, to specify Green Lantern." Striped one? Answers.
"A...Alright, But how can I trust you, For all you could be joker's goons."
"You can trust us, If you don't, you know her you can trust us." The one with harp points to a spotted Ladybug?..
"Okaay, What're your names?"
"Official Introduction Time!" The flute one answers.
"The name's Reynard, Paris's Residential Fox Hero! Fox to meet you!"
"Or Nathaniel Kutzberg"
"The name's Abeille, Bow down Peasants!"
"AKA Chloe Bourgeois"
"I am Serpent, The most Responsible one."
"Or Luka Stone."
"I'm Shellder, Pleasure to meet you."
"Or Marc Anciel"
"Tatsu, Nice to meet you Commissioner, Kagami Trusugi"
"I... I'm Marinette Todd, Hi Commissioner"
"Dear Lord Mari is that really you? What do need my help for?"
"We need to come in Contact with the bats, And can you help me find my brother?"
"Sure Mari, But about your brother you see, He's a Bat too..."
"What?! Seriously?"
Bat Signal, Gotham, 11:13 PM
Red Hood's POV
"Alright we're here Gordon, What's the problem?" Big B asks in his Batman voice.
"We have visitors Batman, They're looking for you." Commiss says. Who in the world would look for Batman?
One by one Teens dressed as animals come out from dark. Drat everyone's just as confused as me.
"Alright who're you playing dress up? Ya know that's dangerous." I ask voicing everyone's curiosity. Suddenly a blue blob attaches to me and starts Giggling.
"Jay-Jay it's me" My eyes start to sting. Only one person calls me that.
"P-Pixie?" I ask unsurely. Pixie nods her head.
"Pixie-Pop it's really you!" I say once i register what's going on.
"I'm never leaving you again Squirt. You're alright! Remind me not to let you alone on streets again, Leave it to Mari for a recipe for trouble!" I tighten my hold on her.
"Hood who's this? Why are they all dressed up?" B. Yeah I forgot he was there as well.
"B, This is Marinette, my little sister. Although I do not know why she and those kids are dressed up."
"Allow me to explain, There's been a super villian in Paris for three years now. These kids are the Heroes there. They came to me First cause they didn't want to get arrested. Green Lantern called them a joke. I know you'd shoo them off, but Bats I saw a Portal open. They came through it. And Jason, Your sister's the team leader!" Gordon explains.
"What! That bitch let me at him! troubling my sister for no good !I, Jason Todd will Skin him"
"Hood! No names at the Field!" Demon Spawn says.
"Relax, She knows."
"Elaborate" B says.
Batcave, Gotham, 8:56 AM
"Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth!" Red robin exclaims.
"Ha! Take that Chat! I was right!" Ladybug says.
"Red robin can you do research on one Lila Rossi? She's probably working for him." Abeille says.
Batcave, Gotham, 11:12 AM
"Guys! Emergency meeting!" Red Robin Shouts.
"Lila Rossi wanted psycopath in 3 different countries!"
College Dupont, Paris, 11: 34 AM (Next Day)
"You bitch why did you file a fake report against Lila!" Alya barks out at Marinette.
"My daughter did no such thing." That wasn't Tom Dupain. There stood in all Glory Bruce Wayne himself.
"Yo-Your Daughter?" Alya asks
"Yes, my adoptive daughter, Jason todd-wayne's biological sister."
"Hey Alya don't shoot the messenger, I filed the evidence on behalf of ladybug and her team!"
"What do you mean? Multimouse isn't supposed to be active!" Agreste says.
"Oh, I didn't know that! I mean how do you think your miraculous was taken Chat Noir?"
Gasps were heard.
"It was you!"
"Yes. Now son of a bitch outta my way!"
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you heard Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth."
Andre's Ice Cream, Paris, 12:13 PM
"Well that went better than we thought, right Babe?" Kagami asks her girlfriend.
"Sure did Gami!" Marinette repies.
#marinette x batfam#batman#miraculous marinette#miraculous ladybug#fanfic#new heroes#jasonette#mlb x dc#Todd siblings#Marinette Todd#lukloe#kagami x marinette#lila salt#lila bashing
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my universe
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notes: this one has been in my drafts....forever. never really liked it too much but fuck it. maybe i can redeem it in a part 2??? this is more of a prologue if anything. idk we'll see. happy reading!
pairing: modern!steve rogers x reader, former!bucky barnes x reader, bucky barnes x natasha romanoff
concept: bucky was all you'd ever cared about, wanting him more than anyone. until he comes along, showing what it actually means to love someone. welcome to heaven in hiding.
warnings: 18+, sexual content, jealous!reader, bucky being a dick, soft!steve, heavy angst, steve is a funny lil shit at the end
wc: 3.9k
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It felt unbearable to be here. Watching how fondly she still looked at him, after all this time, not missing a beat. It was suffocating, surrounding you by a sea of water and having no other option than to drown. Greedily, his love swallowing you up in your entirety.
He did really try to dodge her looks of longing but still, even now he felt the pull to her. It didn’t really matter how long they were absent from each others’ lives.
As you sat next to him, you could feel him slipping from your grasp. Far beyond your control, way out of your depth, he was falling. Deep down, you couldn’t really blame him. The pictures you’d seen of her did no justice, she was truly a vision. Much brighter than you would ever glow and it made you wonder if what he spoke just a few hours ago still held meaning.
Not to mention, she seemed to be as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Making you grow even more envious of her.
Sure, she had broken his heart but it wasn’t beyond forgiveness. She had simply put herself before the relationship and if you had been in her shoes you could imagine yourself doing the same. All she wanted was a better future for herself, at least it’s what he had told you.
Now sitting here you couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked at him with admiration and love laced in her eyes. Truly, if she still wanted him in her arms there was nothing stopping her.
Surely, not you. You two seemed to live on two different planes of beauty and hers was the kind you dream of having but only have a very little probability of obtaining. With her ruby hair and glossy lips, tempting nearly everyone around her to the way she carried herself and spoke to you like you were the only person she was invested in.
It wasn’t difficult to see why he spoke of her so much. You would, too.
You tried to enjoy the wonderfully prepared meal Pepper and Tony had made, well mainly Pepper. It was delicious, but your senses had gone bitter and it had nothing to do with the food.
You weren’t sure when you started to drift off, maybe it was when Bucky began looking at Natasha like she hung each and every constellation in the sky. Or maybe it’s when you heard her melodic laugh when Bucky delivered the punchline.
It was like Steve, Wanda, and Thor didn’t exist. The lovely couple in their own little bubble, speaking in a language only the two of them understood. Utterly and completely unaware of any and all of their surroundings.
“You okay?” Steve questioned, placing his hand on top of your hand, giving it a small squeeze. Discreetly and under the table away from prying eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just need some air.” You weren’t sure what could remove the nothingness inside of you, but maybe some space would provide some comfort.
You felt like your heart had been ripped out right in front of you, again. He said he wouldn’t do it again, that he wanted to be with you, but all she had to do was come to town and he’d been chasing her just like he always did.
Excusing yourself you dipped out until you were out on the back patio. Alone to just think and mull over any little thing that should have tipped you off, but didn’t. You let it slide on, blinded by how much you thought you loved him.
You weren’t left in the peaceful night long, until Steve was joining you with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red in the other.
“You looked like you could use a glass or two.” Steve gibed carefully. “I’m just using your sour mood as an excuse to escape from the party.” You were about to object when a full glass of wine was shoved into your grasp.
“I’m not in a sour mood. I’m just swell.” You spoke before taking a big swing of the drink, nearly emptying it’s contents, sending it barreling down your throat.
“Sure, honey. Just like the green monster isn’t oozing out of you.” You found yourself intentionally growling at him, just a little agitated of the truth he spoke.
The absolute audacity on this man seemed to never end. Whether it helped you or caused more misery than he intended.
“It certainly doesn’t help that she's so goddamn perfect. Was she fucking made in a lab? Jesus Christ.” You were jealous and if Steve already knew there was really no point in hiding it. It was written all over you, the longing look you were giving Bucky all night, desperately wanting to be the one he wanted.
“She’s not perfect, nobody is. Just better at hiding her faults than everybody else.” He said it like it was some known fact. Something you should’ve already known, but insecurities tended to eat you alive. Truthfully, it didn’t help that Bucky acted like Natasha walked on water in his hopeful, gleaming eyes. Stinging you like a bee piercing your soft, plush skin for the first time.
He really loved her. It didn’t matter how many times she messed up, what he felt was all the same — she was the one.
“Really? I don’t buy it. Name one.” Steve perched himself on his knees in front of you, his hands on the armrest of the chair you made yourself comfortable in. “Okay.”
“How about the fact that she loves Bucky just about more than anyone else but she’s too selfish to let him go? Then, for months she leads him on and promises she’ll come home but always leaves him heartbroken.” Steve let it flow all in one breath, as his body rested between your legs.
“Sounds gruesome.” You confessed because it hit a little close to home. “Yeah, it is and he has no right to do the same thing to an angel like you.”
You hated how he was right, truly hated it, but anyone with eyes could see how much Bucky dragged you through the mud. He had a good heart, but it just hadn’t been good to you.
Bucky’s intentions weren’t malicious and it didn’t seem like he was either but it didn’t take away from how much he continued to hurt you. All of the unintended consequences only affected you as he went on with his day.
Over and over, he continued to cause you pain and he didn’t even know it. Or he did and just neglected to acknowledge it. If he did, he’d actually have to deal with just how much he was actually hurting you.
It wasn’t like either one was particularly gunning for the latter, but Steve was. It wasn’t the first time Bucky had left you high and dry whenever the red head, beauty stepped foot into town. Although it was the first time you had a front row seat to the attention she commanded from him.
You both sat there in silence for the moment, taking in the starry night as he rested his cheek against your leg. He began running fingertips up and down your exposed calf, letting him soothe you.
“I’ll keep thinking I’ll be alright. That’ll get over him, but he just keeps pulling me back and jerking me around for his ride and I let him.” If anyone saw you besides Steve, you didn’t think you could handle it but you’re comfortable around him.
He’s continuously been there for you everytime Bucky pushed to the side for her. Always so sweet, so tender, comforting you in his warmth. Never once judging you, always taking the time time to just sit and listen to you.
“I don’t think it’s even about him anymore. I’m just chasing this unattainable moment, just so I fill this void in me. Maybe if he loves me I can love me, too.” Mumbling under your breath, hoping he didn’t hear you.
“Bubba.” You smiled for a second, as his voice dripped in concern. “You don’t need him or what little he can offer. Not when you can love yourself better than anyone else can.” He pulled himself up to his feet, picking you up from the chair until you were surrounded by just him.
“We love you. I love you, so stop listening to those nasty little thoughts, bubs. They’re far from the truth. You are truly amazing, incredibly beautiful, and deserve the absolute world.” With slight pressure from his index, he tilted your chin up, letting your eyes drown in his.
“Don’t expect anything less.” Steve breathed out, before testing the waters. He just held you there, caressing your back as you just sunk in his arms, allowing his warmth to ease your hurt. Just like he’d done so many times before.
Somehow, Steve seemed to know exactly what you need to hear. You didn’t know how he managed to be so wonderful all the time. Maybe you could just stay there forever with him shielding you from every single evil in the world out to get you.
“Can you take me somewhere? This is the last place I want to be.” Steve simply nodded before lacing your hand in his, before making your way back inside.
The moment the two of you stepped foot into the house, it was silent. Everyone looked at the two of you. Steve took notice of the Bucky’s bugged eyes at the joined hands of his two best friends, but knew better than to verbally acknowledge it.
It wasn’t something Steve and you hadn’t done, but never in the prying eyes of Bucky. Thor and Wanda had taken note of it a few times, but never spoke a word about it. Secretly, Wanda hoped it meant something for you, because she could see just how much Steve adored you.
He never spoke a word, so you remained clueless to a feeling he never felt like he had a right to speak on. No matter how strongly he felt, he knew if he confessed, it would do more damage than good.
You had become one of his closest friends in the past few years he’d known you and he wouldn’t jeopardize it for anything. Selfishly, he left you under Bucky’s radar because being your friend was far safer than risking the rejection he was sure would be sent his way.
He knew you were close to cutting Bucky off from your life completely, he just had to wait it out. Natasha being here tonight was the icing on the cake for Steve, because all he had to do was be here for in a way Bucky never could. Not when he was slicing through your heart every time his attention diverted from you to her.
Just because he was stuck in a past love instead of the future and Steve would fully take advantage of it — being there for you in any way you needed.
Regardless of everything, he wanted to — needed to. He couldn’t live with himself if he let you go through the hurt and heartache alone. Not when so many times you had seeked the comfort of him to lean on. Steve would never be one to say no to you.
“Are you leaving, doll?” The endearment Bucky intended to be sweet but left a sour taste in your mouth. More than that, you didn’t miss the way Natasha’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his pet name for you. The one she thought was only reserved for her.
Maybe if he held affection for you like he did earlier today, your heart would be filled to the brim, but he didn't. So, you weren’t. “Yeah, Steve’s going to take me home. I have an early morning tomorrow and I’ve already had a bit too much wine.” Bucky didn’t argue, nodding with a tight lipped smile.
Perhaps his indifference is what made you hurt even more. He didn’t care about anything, not even you with you so closely tangled with Steve. It didn’t have an effect on him because the woman sitting by his side, draped over him held more value than you ever could.
“You sure? I can make sure you get home safely.” Bucky pleaded, but before you could respond Steve did.
“I got it, Buck. I’ll make sure she gets home.” He looked like he wanted to say more but he decided to stay silent as he watched you walk out the door with Steve, hand and hand.
The drive home in the Uber was silent, Steve didn’t say a word, just the weight of his arm holding you close. He took note of how you refused to look at anything but the luminescence of the New York’s city lights captivating your vision.
Even if it hurt Bucky only chose you whenever Natasha wasn’t around you couldn’t help but focus on how hot and heated your body felt with Steve so close to you. Holding you so tightly like he was afraid you would let go.
Perhaps it was a bit shady of you to drape yourself over his childhood best friend whenever he rejected you, but now you were finding yourself finding solace in Steve in everything, like you used to with Bucky. He had become this safe place for you, where you wouldn’t be shamed for how you felt or what you were going through.
Even if he knew how much you were hurting from your own obliviousness to Bucky’s behavior, he always let you find solace in his strong, comforting arms. Always sturdy enough to hold the weight of your hurt and what he was carrying too. Just like tonight.
“He’s never going to love me the way I want him to — like the way he loves her.” It wasn’t a question any longer, it was a stone cold fact. Something you’d tried to ignore over the past year, especially.
Not wanting anything in this moment but him, you laid your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat giving you a sense of peace in the aftermath of your heartbreak. The crisp material of the white button up he was wearing shifted from the weight of you, he didn’t really mind.
“I think it’s time for me to let go of this image I have of him, one he can never live up to and accept him for who he is and where he’s at right now.” Steve nodded, still not saying a word, slipping farther and farther away from you as he let his thoughts consume him entirely.
It’d been happening a lot more lately. This. The close, excruciating intimacy between Steve and the woman he was in love with.
Over the past few months, anytime you were upset about something, you would show up at his doorsteps crashing into him as you wept. Always wanting to be close to him, snuggled up to his side, bleeding your heart out to him, something you hadn’t done with anyone.
Not even Bucky.
Then there was the one kiss on New Years’ Eve a few weeks ago which stayed imprinted on the forefront of his mind. He remembered when he woke up the following morning, he was holding you to his chest, the both of you bodies laced with one another.
He got up before you were there to consciously witness it, but it was all he thought about weeks after. Being that close awoke the need to be near you. It was already there, but now he knew how it felt to hold you in the comfort of his own bed.
It nearly killed him when you woke up, making your way down the stairs from his bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers and the shirt he wore last night. Steve wasn’t drunk enough to completely forget the whole night, nothing had happened in his room last night. Seeing you, in here, in his apartment, made him think what his life could possibly be like with you here.
If he was ever to be so lucky.
As of yesterday, when you told him Bucky finally wanted to move forward with you, it broke him. Even if he kept his true feelings hidden, he felt you crush his heart with one fatale squeeze. Any particular hope he once had, was diminished into a fantasy far from reality.
The both of you were Steve’s best friends — he had to be happy for you.
Then, Natasha came to town. Storming through Bucky’s heart just like she’s always done. When Steve invited you to the dinner his best friend was trying to keep you from, he knew it could possibly be the last fatale blow to whatever string your relationship with Buck was. Maybe his, too.
Steve knew going after you could mean losing his really good friend, but he simply couldn’t stop himself. Not when you were a pure goddess ascending from above in all of your glory, capturing his heart in every single glance you threw his way. At this point, he didn’t care what it’d cost him.
As long as he had you, it would be worth it.
When the car pulled up to your street, you let your hand glide down his chest, resting on his lower abdomen. Not missing the way his body trembled under your touch, the thin material of his shirt doing nothing to protect him from you — not that he wanted to be anywhere but here.
As soon as those sinful words left your mouth, he knew he was done for.
Perhaps, if the both of you hadn’t been tipsy of the bottle of wine you shared, you wouldn’t feel the urge to invite him up, but he smelled too good and acted too perfect for any other consideration.
“Do you want to come inside, Stevie?” You purred watching the gears switch in his mind. Contemplating if he really should go through with it. Now that it was within his reach, he was becoming hesitant to grab it. You were drunk, he was drunk. Hence the uber and the both of your cars left behind in Tony and Pepper’s driveway.
“I don’t think it’s the best idea for me to go up there, bubs.” Instantly, you pouted. A deep frown etched on your beautiful face. “Why not? I think it would be a wonderful thing. Don’t you?” With one swift movement, you were cupping his crotch, making your intentions more than clear.
The grunt leaving Steve’s mouth was animalistic as he tried to exercise the very little restraint he was holding onto. It seemed to become increasingly difficult as you refused to move your hand away.
“I need you to take care of me and I’ll take care of you.” Finally releasing your grip on him, you exited out of the car and you didn’t have to look back to know he was falling you into the lobby of your apartment building.
After a silent elevator ride, with you tucked into his side you made the walk down the narrow hallway into your home, fidgeting to open the door with Steve’s hands caressing your sides. Carefully watching as you kicked off the painful heels, the bottom of your feet thankful, pulling you deeper into the apartment.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” You retreated, afraid someone else might turn you down, too. If Steve did, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’s been your person you can count on and now you couldn’t imagine your life without him.
Stopping your movement once you reached your bedroom, you were still waiting for his response. Meticulously, he reached for hand before twirling you around your back pressed against his front. Sighing, when his hand dragged up your spine, while the other hung on your waist with his hand pressed against your stomach.
Pushing the thin strap of your velvet dress, letting it fall off your shoulder. Soft, firm lips touching your soft skin, you couldn’t help but lean back into him. Tilting your head back, offering yourself up to him on a silver platter.
His touch felt like heaven and you didn’t think you’d ever want him to leave. Not when you always felt safe wrapped up in his large muscular arms. Never making you question if you felt wanted.
“Right now, my body wants you as badly as it ever has.” Steve confessed while his lips migrated towards your neck, giving you some much needed attention.
“Does it?” You questioned him, losing any other train of thought as let his other hand push the other strap off your shoulder, the slinky dress falling to floor pooling at your feet.
“It does, sweetheart, but it’ll have to wait.” Already pouting like the brat you were, ready to seduce him right into filling you up, just like you brought him here tonight for.
Dropping down to your level, Steve whispers in your ear, “Because when I fuck you just the way your pussy is aching for it won’t be when you’re drunk, princess.” Throwing gasoline on the fire he created, sharply he bit your earlobe, making you moan.
“I’ve thought about this so much, princess. At first, I thought I would take you from behind, but then I wouldn’t see those begging, doe-eyes itching for a release.” You were trembling for him. His filthy words flooding straight to your slick, crying for him already.
“Maybe you’d want to ride me, huh? Do you want to fuck yourself on my fat cock?” At this point, if it was anyone else, you’d be embarrassed if he found out just how wet you were. Your panties are completely ruined because of him.
“I want to ride you so bad, Stevie.” Maliciously, he laughed before giving your clothed pussy a rough slap, causing you to gasp out. Your nails digging themselves into his bicep as you reached for it.
“Well, if you had been a good girl, maybe I’d let you cum on my cock.” You turned around face to face, ready to bruise your knees for him in a heartbeat. In this space and time, you’ve never wanted anyone more.
Harshly, he gripped your chin as his thumb smoothed over your bottom lip, dragging it down so it plumped right back up. “Bucky will be here tomorrow morning, if not tonight. I took his precious little play thing home and he’s not gonna like that one bit.”
“He wants to have his cake and eat it, too. If you want to let him, by all means go right ahead. And if you don’t? You know where I live, princess.” Very much in contrast to the last few minutes, he sweetly kissed your cheek and headed out right back the door without so much as a second glance.
Leaving you with a hell of a lot to process.
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#ohhhh....this one got a lil spicy at the end ;)#to be continued....#if i dont get lazy <3#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x fem reader#steve rogers#steve rogers smut#steve rogers angst#steve rogers x poc reader#steve rogers au#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes angst#steve rogers fanfiction#bucky barnes x poc reader
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I just finished hosting a 15-person game of Mafia for some friends. One tradition we have for these games is that every death is accompanied by some themed narration, so for my game I opted to spice it up with some art on top. Had to draw it real quick since I didn't know for sure who was going to die next until it happened.
The game's theme was "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", with the hidden subtheme that all the roles (stands) were named after They Might Be Giants (@tmbgareok) songs! A list of their powers, links to songs, and a recap of the game under the cut.
01) Mogis - 「Flo Wheeler」
02) TD260 - 「Working Undercover For The Man」
03) JGH27 - 「Good To Be Alive」
04) Raya - 「Stone Cold Coup D'Etat」
05) KK / Sahrimnir - 「Thinking Machine」
06) Spontaneous Combustion - 「The Statue Got Me High」
07) Leviwulf - 「Push Back The Hands」
08) DarkFalco - 「I Am Alone」
09) Deli064 - 「Doctor Worm」
10) Fedaykin - 「Letterbox」
11) Surge - 「I Am Alone」
12) Wikxen - 「Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head」
13) Minby - 「Where Your Eyes Don't Go」
14) Bel - 「(She Was A) Hotel Detective」
15) SnakeInABox - 「By The Time You Get This」
Bold roles were Jotunheim (Mafia), normal roles were Johnsburg (Town), and italicized roles were third parties. (Jotunheim is the realm of giants from Norse mythology! The mafia were, in fact, giants! And the town's job was to figure out who might be giants! And the two sides were Jo and Jo! JOKES!)
「Flo Wheeler」 was a town role with a power that was pretty dangerous to the user- if anyone happened to be watching or tracking when a kill took place at night, Mogis would look like they'd visited the target that night in addition to whoever actually did. It could potentially be used to catch a mafioso in a lie, but otherwise it was more of an obstacle for the town to overcome- a miller-type role.
♪ You can't do the time, therefore you didn't do the crime ♪
「Working Undercover For The Man」 was a third-party role working for the Speedwagon Foundation to perform a threat assessment. TD could win with the town, but could win and leave early if he could guess all the names or powers of every other stand in the game. He could scan a name every night, to help that along.
♪ Planning midnight raids / On our unsuspecting fans / While the roadies rig / The video surveillance van ♪
「Good To Be Alive」 was a spin on the usual town doctor role- normally, a doctor can target a player and prevent their death if they would die that night. But... JGH couldn't actually prevent deaths- just fake it. The dead would become ghosts, who couldn't vote and couldn't be killed but were still allowed to talk as if they were alive.
♪ Hello leg / such a shaky leg / Just barely more than decoration ♪
「Stone Cold Coup D'Etat」 was a third party with an unusual win condition. They had to recruit a certain number of people to a private side-chat- and then make sure all those people got killed. Plus, she could redirect anything that happened to her at night to her recruits. If the recruits figured out what she was doing and got rid of her, they'd get a boost to their power.
♪ The bark now commands the trees / The queen is overruled by the bees ♪
「Thinking Machine」 was a town role with a mysterious purpose that didn't seem to make much sense at first. Sah would get, every morning, a strange series of numbers and letters of uncertain origin. It was information, somehow, but how to use it?
♪ Tape has brightening arm connect (Wait, that didn't make sense.) / Self-paint lever itching does! (That made even less sense!) ♪
「The Statue Got Me High」 was a mafia power. As the song describes, the victim is enthralled by the monolith and forced to obey its commands, until their eventual death. That is, Spont could recruit a player to the mafia, but they'd die one night later- and if he wasn't careful, he could die and his recruit would flip back.
♪ And now it is your turn (your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn) / The stone, it calls to you (you can't refuse to do the things it tells you to) ♪
「Push Back The Hands」 was a passive ability that caused anything that would happen to Levi- a nightkill, an execution, some other power- to be delayed by one day, giving him some time to react. He'd be told who it was that targeted him, so going after him as mafia was risky.
♪ Screeching tires but never a collision / Endless day without a sunset provision ♪
「I Am Alone」 was a weird one. See, DarkFalco, who was mafia, didn't have a stand as such. She was the stand- and she was the stand of Surge, who was town. They were linked together in everything, meaning the mafia had to work to keep Surge alive on top of their own people. She could send messages to Surge at night to mess with him, though.
♪ Before you fire I should inform you / One of us is a double ♪
「Doctor Worm」 had no real special abilities. His ability was to be pretty good at playing the drums, a power that had absolutely no relevance in a game of Mafia.
♪ I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm
I am an actual worm ♪
「Letterbox」 was a mafia ability that let Fedaykin pick another player, and offer that player a chance to deliver a private message to one other player of their choice. He could see the "secret" communications, though, and once per game he could edit the message before delivering it.
♪ I'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow ♪
「Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head」 is a classically mafia ability, but in the hands of a town player: the ability to force another player to vote for another. Normally the manipulated person isn't allowed to say what happened, but there was no such restriction here- confusion's no good for the town.
♪ Memo to myself: do the dumb things i gotta do: Touch the puppet head ♪
「Where Your Eyes Don't Go」 let Minby pick someone else to watch him at night. If anyone visited him to target him with an ability, the person he designated would be told the names of those people. A nasty trap for the mafia, as long as Minby doesn't pick a mafioso to share the information with.
♪ Where your eyes don't go, a part of you is hovering / It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering / You're free to come and go / Or talk like Kurtis Blow / But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head ♪
「(She Was A) Hotel Detective」 was a very powerful town role- Bel was the cop, and could scan another player's alignment at night, plus track or watch them. Except... not directly. She couldn't scan players- she could scan hotel rooms, and if other players didn't check into the hotel at night or give up their room numbers, her information was useless.
Here are the room numbers, in order: Levi (1) Snake (2) JGH (3) TD (4) Spont (5) Sah (6) Deli (7) Fed (8) Minby (9) Falco/Surge (10) Raya (11) Wikxen (12) Mogis (13).
(Oh, and Thinking Machine's codes were actually encoded versions of her results, and Sah would get a weaker version of her power if she ever died.)
♪ She's got her ear to the walls / And she's tappin' the calls / If you've got a secret, boy / Forget about it! ♪
「By The Time You Get This」 imbued its wielder with the incredible powers of... an estate lawyer! Which meant Snake could leave a will behind when he died, naming another player and casting a vote on them from beyond the grave the next day.
♪ By the time you get this note / We'll no longer be alive / But our skulls are smiling still / At the thought of things to come ♪
So! Here's how it all shook out.
Day 1: The first day is always kind of a tossup, since no one has any information yet, and everyone's just trying to verbally stir the pot. Levi soft-claims his role right out the gate, warning town not to try targeting him or else. Mogis is executed, casting a vote on himself to save the town the trouble of dealing with Flo Wheeler.
Night 1: Spont uses the statue to recruit Wikxen, at the same time that Wikxen forces Snake to vote for Levi. So, now the usually-scum power in the hands of town is in the hands of scum for real. Bel scans room 3, and learns that its occupant is innocent. Raya recruits DarkFalco, and accidentally recruits Surge alongside her, to her surprise. JGH tries protecting Levi, to test if his claim was a bluff.
Day 2: Levi tries to push JGH on the basis of having targeted him last night, but everyone agrees to wait and see if Levi actually dies first. Votes circle around Wikxen and Raya for suspicious-seeming defensiveness on Day 1, and ultimately, when it seems like Wikxen's about to be executed, a small group of players flip their votes at the last minute and vote Raya out while she's asleep and can't defend herself. Rude! She was poised to win the game for herself and the town, since she'd convinced Falco that the mafia would benefit somehow if they were all recruited.
Night 2: The mafia kills Minby- and Minby opts to tell have Fed watch him, wasting his power. Lucky for town, though, Bel happens to scan room 8, confirming Fed is mafia since he volunteered his room number. Wikxen's coat contains a furnace where there used to be a guy.
Day 3: Wikxen forced Snake to vote for J, making him look bad- but Sah begins sharing his bizarre results from Thinking Machine, and Bel confirms that they're a log of her detective power. Then she points out that Fed is mafia, and the town falls in line behind the accusation with Sah to confirm.
Night 3: Spont uses the statue to recruit Bel, to keep any more problematic scans from ruining them. Bel, before being recruited, scans room 10, though- and now the town knows there's something funky with Falco and Surge, because Sah gets the results and knows what they mean. Due to their mismatched alignments, though, the encoded version is still misleading, so there's wiggle room. TD scans Spont and learns his role name.
Day 4: Spont concocts a daring scheme. He has Bel lie and claim to have received an incriminating result on him- so that Bel will be caught in said lie when Sah produces his own results. The plan is to frame Bel, who's a dead girl walking anyway, and clear Spont's name going forward. But the town talks themselves into explaining away the contradiction- even when TD reveals Spont's stand name, and Spont denies it outright and claims 「Combustible Head」, a fake vigilante (town nightkiller) role instead, the town explains away that, too. After a few more people claim, TD260 has completed his mission- his correct guess wins him the game and he leaves. Spont cleverly excuses himself by claiming that TD lied about his role to get him to claim his "real" one. Afterwards, the town ends up executing Deli064 instead, for some reason- poor Doctor Worm!
Night 4: The evidence vanishes from Bel's charred and smoking chair- because JGH tries to protect her at the same time the mafia are killing him! Bel is a ghost now, and the town never finds out her alignment.
Day 5: Bel not dying poses a problem for the mafia, because Spont was supposed to prove his own innocence by pretending to kill her! The mafia tries to misdirect by having Bel lie again, claiming to scan room 10 when she actually scanned room 6, Sah. Ultimately, though, the town is able to coordinate behind killing Surge and Falco, which- because they're linked- is a compromise option that both parties are happy with (when perhaps they shouldn't be).
Night 5: Since Bel is technically dead, Spont recruits again, grabbing Sah and removing the threat of scans entirely. If he'd recruited Snake instead, they'd have won on the spot, since only his will-vote prevented them from winning instantly due to outnumbering the town. We move on to a somewhat redundant...
Day 6: It's now down to five players- Spont, Sah, and Bel vs Levi and Snake. The mafia technically outnumber the town, but Bel's vote doesn't count, and Sah's going to burn the next night- so the town can still win by forcing a tie and then using Snake's By The Time You Get This power to place a vote on Spont. But that's if they can figure it out and get on the same page, and... they don't. There's no way there could be three mafia still alive, so the mafia are able to sow total confusion and ultimately get the town all voting for Bel... who's a ghost, and can't vote or be executed, which the town doesn't know because JGH died before he could fully explain. The execution defaults to Snake, and the mafia win the game.
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Flying Blind: Chapter 2, Meeting the Bats
“Bunnyx? Should I be concerned?” Ladybug asked, turning to look at the person behind her. Bunnyx was obviously a good five or so years older than the rest of the team, and Batman would have shrugged it off if it weren’t for the next words from Bunnyx’s mouth.
“Nah, I wanted to be at this meeting since current me wasn’t.” Bunnyx pulled up a chair and flipped it backwards to sit on it that way. “To explain, Batman, I can’t tell them too much or the timeline would become unstable, and that really isn’t good. I help where I can and where they are going astray from the correct timeline.”
“Who is to say the correct timeline?” Robin asked. “Couldn’t you nudge it into a more favorable outcome?”
“Not without disappearing. Back to the Future style.” Bunnyx commented bitterly. “Been there, almost disappeared, it sucked. But I can tell you this, LB, it’s okay to trust them with the info you’ve got so far. They’re very helpful.”
“Thanks Bunnyx. Sticking around?” Ladybug asked, handing them a plate with some pastries.
“For the best pastries in Paris for free? Yes, for sure.” Bunnyx started laughing as they took the plate and took a few steps back. “I’m probably gonna let you all strategize without me though, I just wanted to hear the convo I missed the first time ‘round.”
“Oh please, you know they would feed every one of you guys for free if you asked. Unless you’ve had a falling out in the future I don’t currently know about?” Ladybug teased, loosening up more than she had so far.
“Nah, but at the point I’m at, I’m trying not to drain them, you have no idea how much time travel makes you hungry.” Bunnyx chuckled. “Besides, with the rest of these guys stopping by constantly, I’m surprised they even manage to make any money.”
Ladybug shook her head but didn’t comment, turning back to Batman and sighing. “We also have a friend who cannot always help out in battle for civilian reasons. That is Tempest, who has the ability to transform into three different forms; lightning, air, and water.”
“And you’re all about the same age?” Batman asked, his frown deepening.
“More or less, within about a year and a half from oldest to youngest.” Chat confirmed as Ladybug nodded. “We try not to advertise our real ages for both identity reasons, and to try and control just how many people don’t want us doing this due to our ages.”
“And you have no mentor? No Adult to pull you out if things get rough?” Batman’s voice was incredulous, and he sat up even straighter in his seat.
“Unless you count Bunnyx who jumps back from the future now and then to check in.” Chat joked, poking said hero in the ribs.
“Watch it, Kitty-Cat, I can and will send my younger self something embarrassing about you.” Bunnyx slapped his hand away, but sounded bored.
“Who gave you your powers then? You said before that you got your abilities from items?” Robin asked, leaning forward and bracing his arms on the table.
“Like I said, he gave up his memories to protect more of the artifacts.” Ladybug sighed, “The items in question are individually called the Miraculous. There is a box that I have custody of that usually holds them. I won’t say how many there are. Right now I’m letting each person here use one, Chat and I were picked by the former Guardian. When Hawkmoth found out the identity of the former Guardian, he attempted to find out our identities too and wanted to steal the box for himself.” Ladybug stood and began to pace slightly in the little room there was. “During the battle, Chat and I were able to retrieve the contents, and the former Guardian transferred his title to me. The magic of the Miraculous wiped his memories to keep the secrets of the Miraculous from ever being taken from him.”
“So not only are you a superhero as a teenager, but you guard a set of ancient artifacts that each hold incredible power?!” Batman stood abruptly. “If there is some sort of title involved, who gave that title to your mentor?”
“People who are a combination of long gone or not welcome here due to antiquated ways.” Ladybug snapped harshly. “Do not presume to know what is going on with us. Age does not mean wisdom, just that you assume you know what is best for other people.”
Batman took a step back and sighed. “I am angry on your behalf that you were put under this amount of pressure.” He took a moment to calm himself and shook his head. “Am I correct to assume that Hawkmoth is of a similar age to me?”
Ladybug studied Batman for a few moments, sharing glances with a few of the other teammates who all made some sort of gesture or facial expression that they understood among themselves. “Roughly, yes, we cannot be precise but I would judge you and him to be within 3 or so years of each other.”
“What other information do you have? We might be able to help figure him out.”
“It will be difficult, the magic of the Miraculous makes it difficult to pinpoint an identity, and tends to make you want to drop the search. Although, there are some exceptions. Rena figured Carapace out after meeting him in the mask twice.” Ladybug pointed out. At that comment, Rena chuckled and elbowed a blushing Carapace.
“Not fair, LB, you know why it was that easy for her to figure me out.” Carapace muttered, pulling his hood lower over his face.
“My point is, maybe someone with an outside perspective would be able to push past it.” Ladybug shook her head at her friends. “Here, this has everything we’ve observed about Hawkmoth, and information that will help you to identify him more easily. Some of that information covers Miraculous holders in general from our own observations about ourselves. Don’t look into our identities with this, just Hawkmoth.”
“What kind of information?” Batman asked, taking the flash drive.
“How much of a height difference we have when we transform, how much things like hair and eye color change, Chat is an exception for the eyes part.” Chat gave a bow as Ladybug said his name. “It also has Hawkmoth’s approximate measurements from what I’ve been able to figure out the few times we’ve seen him in person. He’s a very tall, slender man.”
Batman handed the flash drive to Robin, who plugged it into a screen on his glove, asking quietly, “Hmmm, how accurate are these measurements and how did you get them?”
“I’m good at sizing people, there’s a civilian reason for it that I won’t name. I could probably give you yours if you wanted.” Ladybug chuckled.
“She’s nearly dead-on, actually, I’ve seen it in action.” Chat added, smirking. “Like that time she figured out who was who at a costume party.”
“That was one time and it was a bet, King Monkey should have known better than to challenge me, he’s known me for years.” Ladybug sniffed. “Besides, it was a good team-building exercise for me to identify you guys in the crowd while you switched costumes.”
“Team building exercise?” Batman seemed unconvinced.
“We’d only just decided that we all needed to know who each other were. So we went to a big costume party with several quick change outfits and tried to identify each other so we’d always know who was who even if we switched Miraculi.” Ladybug explained.
“You all know each other as civilians?” Robin asked, looking shocked.
“After what happened with the former Guardian, I was rather… Stressed and didn’t have a way to tell anyone why it was so bad, so I confided in Rena, and she basically told me that it was time we all knew each other. She’d known Carapace from the start and he found out about her shortly after, so it was something that just made sense. We coordinate better now and know what’s going on in each other’s lives and can adjust for it.” Ladybug shrugged. “We know if one of us is sick, or busy, or can’t get away from civilian life long enough to handle Akuma’s now. We’re more coordinated in our plans and can cover for each other both as heroes and civilians.”
“Do your families know you’re all doing this?” Batman asked quietly, seeming to think about the situation.
“One of us has parents that know, I won’t say who.” Ladybug crossed her arms and stared the Bat down.
“And what do they think?”
Chat chucked, “They’ve basically adopted everyone who wasn’t their kid already and told everyone to stop by anytime. They also keep an eye on the news and give excuses for the one that’s their kid to make sure they get to be at Akuma fights when they’re needed for it.”
“They also offered to patch us up if there’s ever an injury that the Cure doesn’t fix. We haven’t run into that problem yet though.” Honey Bee added, making a gesture like she would start touching up her manicure before being stopped short by her gloves. “By the way, Bug, you need to teach us how to adjust our suits manually, you said there was a way.”
“That’s an entire Saturday on it’s own, Bee, save it for the next girl’s day.” Ladybug waved her off casually. “Now, I’m sure you guys have what you need to start the investigation with you?”
“Yes, we’ll keep you posted.” Batman held out a comm unit to Ladybug. “The batteries last three days, if it takes longer than that I can meet you here to switch out. It’s also undetectable while you’re wearing it and muting it and turning it on and off is intuitive.”
“MmmmHmmm, I’m willing to bet it’s also a tracker. Pegasus, take a look?” She passed the device to said hero and he plugged it into a small tablet he pulled out of a pocket.
“There is the ability for it to track movements, but that was disabled before I even touched it.” Pegasus handed it and Ladybug tucked it into her ear, testing the settings a bit before leaving it muted but on.
“I know how important secret identities are, the tracker is only in there because it’s the same type as what Robin uses and I’d rather not have him injured somewhere and not be able to get ahold of him.”
“I still don’t like the tracker either, B.” Robin muttered, causing the Miraculous holders to chuckle.
“We can track each other when we’re suited up.” Ladybug swept a hand around the group. “It’s useful to know when each other is on the way or where someone is when you need to meet up.”
“Anyway, we all have places to be, so we’ll check in once and a while through LB to see how it’s going.” Chat said, cleaning off the table and tucking the dishes back into the baskets they came from. “Bee, here’s yours, I think you’ll be missed sooner.” He passed one off the Honeybee who promptly zipped away on her top, waving as she passed over the building. “LB, delicious as always, I need to convince them to teach me their ways.” He sighed, handing Ladybug a basket.
“Don’t be shy, if you ask I’m sure they’d show you. They don’t have anyone willing to take over when they retire, and it might be good for you to have a job like a normal person.” She laughed, taking the larger basket and setting it on the ground before wiping down the table with a cloth she’d pulled out.
“Don’t think I won’t… Next time I’m home alone for the weekend, I’m there.” He laughed and collapsed the table after she wiped it. One by one, the other Miraculous holders put away the chairs and helped Chat wrangle the table into it’s storage shed.
“How often do you guys do this?” Robin asked, watching as the other heroes took off in separate directions.
“As often as we have the time and can get away from our civilian lives. Since we all know each other, it isn’t as hard as it was.” Ladybug shrugged, ruffling Chat’s hair.
“We keep it to a reasonable amount of time and not everyone is always able to make it, but it’s always a nice way to get in some bonding time with the team.” Chat added, pushing Ladybug’s hand off of him. “We’re basically family to each other at this point, so we don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t spend time together. I gotta run, it’s almost time for my next thing.” He sighed and launched himself up with his stick, waving at them and running across the rooftops.
“We’ll be in contact, and I’ll be listening on the comm.” Ladybug pointed to her ear where the device was invisible to any who didn’t know it was there.
With that, the rest of the remaining heroes left, leaving Batman and Robin in a closed-off alley with a beautiful garden and a small shed. “Want me to check what else is in the shed?” Robin asked after making sure his comm was muted.
“No, there was nowhere to hide anything, it’s only big enough for the stuff that’s in there and they left it open the whole time we were talking.” Batman sighed and looked at the sky that was going pink with dusk. “Let’s get to the hotel.”
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We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Chapter 1 - New Kid
Pico let out a loud, droned out groan at the kitchen table. He hated school so bad, just thinking about having to go made him wanna bash his skull into a brick wall. "Boy if you don't shut all that noise up and eat your cereal." Darnell's mother, Clarissa, snapped from the sink. Darnell choked a little bit on his cinnamon toast crunch, and Pico pouted, lowering his head over his half eaten bowl of Cap'n crunch.
"What, did you remember we had a test today or something?" Darnell asked him. PIco's eyes damn there bulged from his sockets, and he dropped his spoon dramatically. "We have a test today??" He breathed, and Darnell snorted again. "No, I was asking you if you knew." Pico huffed in response, slouching in his chair. The only thing that could make this Tuesday worse would be a test. At least he didn't have that. This asshole scared him.
Well not scared, startled.
two very different things.
Darnell got up from his seat, grabbing his bowl and Pico's to give to give his mother, mouthing "You owe me." To the ginger. Pico let out Thankful hum, then got up as well. He'd return the favor by bringing his his backpack to the front for him when he went back to grab his own. It was still morning. They weren't even in school yet. This day was gonna take forever..
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Darnell and Pico were on time today, finally. Nene stood by the staircase, chatting with some red haired girl they've never seen. Now this girl, Pico damn there fell head over heels instantly. She was wearing a cute little jumper, a bright red shirt under the suspenders. She had on little red boots, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Her skin was a nice, soft peach color, and she even had a natural blush??
Darnell and Pico looked at each other, the other seeming to have noticed her natural beauty as well. "I call dibs."
"What? You don't call dibs on a person asshole!" Darnell pushed him, but that only propelled the boy forward, enough to make a complete fucking fool of himself. He tripped over his own foot as he took a step forward, falling face first into the pavement right in front of the girl's feet. "Pico! What the fuck!" Nene barked, but stopped when the girl in front of them gasped softly. "Oh no, are you okay?" She lifted him by his arm, resisting the urge to giggle at his dumbstruck face.
Pico stared at her for a moment, then his eyes lidded, and he lowered his voice. "Hey.." He tried to sound smooth, but a deep voice just wasn't going for him right now. She giggled, and helped him up. "Oh gosh, your nose is bleeding. Do you wanna go to the nurse?" She pulled a tissue from her pocket and held it to his nose. His face was red as a bitch, and he knew it. "No! I can handle it! I've been through worse!" He sniggered, but took the tissue.
"Sorry for this dumbass causing trouble." Darnell walked up to the three, pushing past the ginger, who only cried out "Hey!" He took his victory though. She thought he was funny. "No, it's fine. It's kinda cute." She admitted sheepishly. "I guess you would have to meet these two idiots at some point." Nene grumbled. What, did she not want them to meet this mystery girl? Selfish! "This is Darnell. He burns stuff." She pointed to the brown skinned male, who waved awkwardly. "And this is Pico. He breaks stuff." She pointed at he who stared the girl down so hard, his bleeding nose seemed to mean something else at some point.
"Like his nose?"
"Exactly! Like his nose!" Nene giggled, and Pico glared at her. "I don't break my nose that often!" He growled at her, puffing his cheeks. "You don't seem to be proving that right now." Pico almost tackled her, but paused when the other girl started talking again. "You guys can call me Gigi. I'm in Mr. Lawrence's class." She then introduced herself. God her voice was like lying on a bed of flowers..
"Well it's nice to meet you Gigi! Hope we can hang out and Nene doesn't hog you all to herself." Darnell spoke the last few words through grit teeth, and Nene huffed irritably. She probably would have hogged her all to herself if they were late again.
"Speaking of class, we should get going before we're late. Again." Darnell grabbed Nene by the arm, who cried out in protest, then grabbed Pico's arm. Gigi waved as the two were dragged off, kicking and cursing the shit out of their buddy. Pico wouldn't be done with her..
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They did have a test today.
Pico groaned loudly and slammed his head on his desk at the announcement. Darnell poked his head over, laughing a little at how dramatic he was. "At least it's a test." He tried to reassure him. "Man you know I'm shit at Math." Pico grumbled back, his angry little pout returning for the umpteenth time today.
"Now, now, settle down." Mrs. Fee began to speak, thankfully quieting the class. They were giving Pico a fucking headache. "We have a new student joining our homeroom today."
"Oooooh, hope it's another girl." Darnell nudged Pico's leg with his own. Yeah right, Pico didn't need another girl. That other one has already chosen him.
Is what he would have said if he wasn't looking the new kid dead in the face.
It wasn't a girl, no. It was a boy. His hair was a bright blue, almost nauseating to look at, sure, but his eyes took away from that. He couldn't tell if they had color, from where he was sitting. they were dark, but the confident little smirk on his face spoke for them. His skin was pale, but not as much as Pico's. A comfortable milky white.
He was short as fuck, it almost made him laugh. He pretty much looked like he was nine or something. He could already tell it suits him though.. He had a nice style to him, baggy jeans and a white tee shirt with a red circle with a line through it, messily painted on. Or maybe it was supposed to look like that.
"Beep!" The entire class seemed taken aback when he spoke. "Um.. Can you use.. words?" Mrs. Fee visibly began to sweat nervously. He must have been speaking like this for a while. "Boop bep!" He chirped to her in response, his hands comfortably tucked away in his pockets.
He was.. kinda cute..
"Well, class.. this is uh.. our new student.. I'm sure you'll learn his name.. eventually." Mrs. Fee laughed nervously, rubbing her hands together as the strange boy eagerly made his way to the nearest open seat, hopping up just a small bit to sit down on it. He kicked his legs as he began to pull his supplies out of his backpack. How unlucky for him to be shipped in on a test day. Bah, lucky bastard probably won't have to take it.
"Looks like we got a new freak to add to the codex, huh?" Darnell leaned over and joked lightly. Pico scoffed. "You don't know that, he could be cool.." he mumbled the last part under his breath. "You don't even know him and you're defending him? You must have caught feelings." Nene giggled childishly. "Yo, really? Man, you're lookin' desperate. First the girl from earlier, now him?" Darnell teased him as well, and Pico's face flushed red. "No you ass fuckers!" He seethed quietly.
"Ewwwwwwwww~" His friends cooed to each other, sniggering like little kids, which technically they are, but that's not the point! The point is he's about to bite both of hem!
"Shut the fuck up.." Pico put his head on his desk, covering it with his arms. Later he found out he was right. That little blue haired midget didn't have to take the test since he just got there. Meanwhile he's left to suffer.
Boring test stuff, blah blah, Pico got a C, Darnell and Nene got an easy A, and they tease him, yeah yeah. Once they walk outside those doors he's gonna punch the shit outta both of them.
And he did.
"Ow!! Why didn't you just do it in the classroom!?" Darnell rubbed his arm in front of his locker, and Nene rubbed hers. "Because I didn't feel like getting yelled at again, fuck off." Pico retorted bitterly. He hadn't been able to stop looking at the guy. He watched him walk down the hall, holding his backpack to his chest. He was so cute and small, he wanted to hold him..
Wait.. Where'd he go?
His eyes swept across the crowd for a sign of the little guy. He disappeared. Gone with the wind. What a ninja. "I'll be back." The ginger lightly patted Darnell's arm, and he made a face. "From where??" He called out, but Pico didn't answer. He kept walking, moving down the hall quickly, pushing past other students to get where he needed to.
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There he was, sitting at a picnic table outside. He pulled out a phone to do.. whatever the fuck he was doing. Pico would admit, he's hella interested in this beep boopin' fella.
"Yo, uh.." Pico started, having slowly approached the table. The small boy jumped with a gasp, then turned to look at Pico, his cheeks flushing slightly red in embarrassment. "Woah, didn't mean to scare ya." Pico laughed a little, and the boy pouted. "Beep boop.." He mumbled in response. Pico tilted his head. "That a new language I never heard of?" He asked him. He shook his head.
"Beep bop."
"So you just.. say it just to say it..?"
"Bep!"
"That sounded like "yep" so I'll take that answer."
The strange boy giggled a little. It seemed he was right anyway. "I'm uh.. Pico, by the way. You got a name?"
"Bee!"
"Is.. That another noise or is your name Bee?"
The smaller puffed one of his cheeks in frustration. Well.. Pico could be patient, it's okay. It was still super weird though. "Bee." He said again. "Bee, gotcha. Cute." Pico snurked a bit to himself, and the other's cheeks flushed once more. "Well, we still have class.. uh.. I have History next, you?" Bee nodded. Wow, what a coincidence. "Well come on you dip, we'll be late." He urged him. Bee puffed his cheek again, but gathered his stuff, quickly typing on his little phone before putting it away.
Pico had started walking to the doors again, and turned around to see Bee scurrying after him. He must have been real clumsy or something, more so than Pico. Great, he had another person to laugh at other than himself when they fell.
Pico learned a lot a lot about Bee in History. Funnily enough, they sat by each other It didn't seem like he had any friends, or knew anyone at all. Good thing he met him first. Any other asshole to put their hands on him would have tainted him immediately. Of course Pico would be the best first-friend this kid would have.
Bee wasn't very talkative, but man he was doing everything but the work. It's like he couldn't focus for more than a minute before spacing out again, and by then they've moved to the next slides. Then he would ask to copy off Pico's notes. He respected the hustle, but jeez, not a single page on his own?
The next class he had with him was P.E. This kid was not very athletic.. At all. His shoes managed to be untied half the time, so he couldn't even run around outside if he wanted to. He watched him fall flat on his face twice now. Twice. In the span of five minutes. Pico, Nene, and Darnell met back up P.E, so he was hanging with them under a tree. He couldn't leave the awkward goofball by himself though.
"That's.. kinda sad.." Darnell murmured as he watched the boy fall for the third time ten minutes later. "I'ma go get him." Pico sighed lightly. Nene and Darnell didn't have time to stop him before he jogged over to him. Apparently some of the girls thought it would be funny to laugh at him. Surprisingly, Bee was laughing too. Maybe he didn't know they were laughing at him. "Bee!" The ginger called, and he looked up from the grass.
The girls damn there scattered when they saw Pico. He had a bit of a destructive reputation. His father was proud. "Come on, can I take you to some of my friends? They're cool, I promise." He offered a hand to help him up. "Beep!" Bee thankfully took it. Still with the bobbity bops? They've at least spoken for a whole day at this point. Is this not how romantic comedies work?
Pico led him over to the duo, who watched nervously. They were prepared to laugh if the little dude fell over again. Pico couldn't blame them. He was too.
"Nene, Darnell, this is Bee. He still beeps."
"Beep boop!"
Darnell seemed astonished, probably getting the urge to write down notes or something. "Do you speak english?" Nene asked him awkwardly. She probably didn't want to ask that, knowing full well sometimes people ask her the same shit. Kids were stupid. Bee nodded, and it made her more confused. "You.. Then.. the beeping.." She trailed off, and Bee simply gave her a knowing smirk. He seemed to do that a lot.
"Just call him Bee. Also dude tie your fucking shoes." Pico elbowed the smaller in the arm, going back over to sit by Darnell, who was now watching the boy intensely for his next words. "Skdoo bep.." Bee laughed sheepishly, bending over to do so. That's a new sound. Skdoo. Hah, funny. "Is it like.. your own way to communicate because you don't wanna speak english?" Darnell suddenly asked, which made Bee gasp and shoot up, completely forgetting about his shoes. "Beep! Boop Beep!" He pointed at the brown skinned boy and nodded.
"THAT MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE!" Nene cried out exasperatedly, tugging at her hair in despair. She had a point there. It would make it easier for everyone else if he would just talk in a way they could understand. However, if he didn't want to, he didn't have to. Plus Pico liked the sound it made. It was kinda.. musical.
"Wait, are you holding a microphone? Where did that even come from?" Pico suddenly pointed out. Bee turned around, pushing his hands against his pants and into the back pocket. Those were some.. deep ass pockets. Maybe that's why he wore baggy pants.. To sneak that in there. "You like to sing?" Darnell asked curiously. The boy nodded vigorously. The three seemed to lean to attention, waiting for him to do something.
Bee blinked, but seemed to get the memo after another moment of silence. He gave his little smirk, then cleared his throat. Much to the group's disappointment, what came out weren't words, just more.. unintelligible noises, however that changed when they heard how he sounded. The noises made a little melody together, to the sound of a show they would all watch at three in the morning. It sounded... Good?? Not the best but he was just a kid after all.
"Wow that was really pretty!" Nene gushed lightly, causing Bee to blush a little. He had hella confidence, it was admirable. "You might just become a singer in the future if you keep working at it." Pico sniggered lightly. That must have been a genuine compliment to Bee, since he gently kicked the dirt and looked down with his hands behind his back. "We're gonna need to hear more from you." Nene then demanded. Bee nodded eagerly, and started the next song he had in mind.
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He had sang to them for the rest of P.E. It put Pico to sleep, so he was startled when Bee woke him up. He had looked up to see students retreating back inside, and was urged to follow by his friends.
Just like the day before, Pico, Nene, and Darnell were walking home together. Bee was a rider, meaning his parents or whoever came to pick him up. It was a regular routine, the three stopping by the park, hijacking the playground, and hanging around.
Pico relaxed on his favorite spot near the slide, watching Nene play on the monkey bars, and Darnell sat by him after getting off the swings. "Things are weird." Pico suddenly spoke up, which seemed to startle Darnell. "What do you mean?"
"It feels like something is gonna happen."
"Gee, did I scare you with the warzone talk?"
"No, dumbass!" Pico socked Darnell's shoulder, who lightly laughed at him. "It felt like.. something was following us yesterday."
"Now you're really paranoid." Darnell sucked air through his teeth. "I'm not! I saw something! What if... I mean.. I'm not scared. I can handle anything.." Pico rolled his eyes. He knew he was the shit, no one needed to make him second guess that. "Come on, let's go home before it gets dark again. Someone is afraid of the dark." Darnell called to Nene, a smug look on his face as he looked back to Pico. "Shut the hell up!" Pico huffed loudly, damn there launching himself off the play set. They were gonna tease him about this forever. Whatever, he knew what he saw. He just wasn't scared of it.
Later that night he texted his dads to stay safe, but at the same time protect the city like they always do. His father, of course, sent a kitten gif that said "best son" at the bottom. He laughed quietly under his blanket, but quickly turned off his phone and pretended to be asleep when Clarissa opened their bedroom door, poking her head in. "Night boys." Her voice was gentle, and Pico found himself smiling a little. Yeah. Everything was fine.
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Today have two writing ideas, pick your favorite! 1) HCBBS fluff! Every hermit when swapping bases as like "you mean MY base", but Impulse and Stress just act like they're babysitting each other's children. (I basically just want Dadpulse and Stressmom :>) 2) More Hermit Among us! This time a fictional scenario, where Zedaph joins in one of the games. Impulse and Tango get impostor, and Zed third impostors just for them. Maybe he even finds a way to kill someone, who knows?
I decided to go with the first one (though I definitely do want to write Zed in Among Us soon), mostly because I had been wanting to do something similar for a while! I apologise that Stress’s section is a little lacking but I’m not as familiar with her. I hope Impulse’s part will make up for it! :D
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It was fair to say that StressMonster101 had been fairly apprehensive about the big move at first. After finding out another Hermit was going to have her base for a while and vice versa, she hadn’t been sure who to hope for. But it was also fair to say that once Stress had found out she would be swapping with Impulse, her excitement levels skyrocketed.
After giving each other a quick tour of their bases, Stress and Impulse separated. Her mind already racing with ideas and plans, Stress returned to her new base and went straight to the storage area, gazing down through the floor at the unfinished cactus farm as she did.
“Right!” She beamed. “This place is a little lacking in something very, VERY important: pink. Everyone needs more pink in their lives, especially Impulse.”
So the very first thing she did was swap out the blue concrete highlights around the base to bright pink concrete, followed by replacing the blue stained glass lining the walkways with pink stained glass.
“Perfect,” she said proudly, admiring her work. “Impulse could definitely use more pink in his life.”
As she went back into the base, she could almost feel the energy inside the pyramid changing, as if the whole base itself was complaining about her decision.
“Don’t you give me that,” she laughed aloud, to nobody in particular. “I’m not gonna do anything TOO drastic. I’m just babysitting you for Impulse, yannow.”
The base seemed to object to that statement too.
“You know what Impulse needs now?” Stress proclaimed to the base. “A lovely little indoor park. Working on that cactus farm has gotta be so monotonous; he needs somewhere to relax, surrounded by flowers and- OOH, I SHOULD GET HIM SOME BEES!”
She dashed off immediately to root through Impulse’s chests for flowers, mumbling to herself about how happy he would be when he saw the changes she was going to make to his base. Nothing too drastic, just some little things to improve Impulse’s daily mood and bring some more life to the place. While she couldn’t deny that the build itself was fantastic, it just lacked a certain spark that made it truly feel alive.
Stress vowed to bring this spark to the base.
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Waking up after his first night in his new base, Impulse momentarily didn’t know where he was. Then he registered the decor and remembered what had gone on the day before and why exactly he was sleeping in a pink bed surrounded by stark white walls.
He gingerly got out of bed and smoothed down the covers. Normally he wouldn’t bother making his bed, but it felt weird not to do so here in Stress’s base.
No, not Stress’s base, he corrected himself reluctantly. My base.
He shivered. Even just thinking those words felt wrong.
After he had left the bed as presentable as he had found it, Impulse headed into the main part of the skull base and stood in the middle of the room, trying to think of ideas that weren’t too invasive. The last thing he wanted was to change something big and then have Stress hate it.
And it really didn’t help that the style of this base was so different to his own.
Glancing to his right, he spotted a slightly raised section of the floor that looked almost like a stage. Recalling that Stress, like himself, was a drummer, he got an idea.
Half an hour later, he put the last block back in place and dusted off his hands. It was time to test out his invention.
He flicked the switch in front of him and grinned as a funky beat started playing. As he stood up, he couldn’t help bouncing from side to side in time to the beat, even going so far as to incorporate some dance moves.
“She’ll like this,” he said confidently to himself. “She likes music. Ooh, maybe I should order a drumset from Beef’s shop to put around it? That’d be pretty cool.”
As he turned the lever off, he spotted the chicken Stress had spawned randomly in her base, staring at him from a few blocks away.
“Hey,” he said slowly. “Uh… you wanna dance?”
He turned the drumbeat back on and awkwardly shuffled through some dance moves.
The chicken just stared back at him.
Impulse sighed and switched off the beat. “What do you want from me? Why do you hate me so much?” He paused. “And why am I so insecure about being judged by a chicken?”
He strode past the chicken and started looking through the chests stacked by the wall, looking for anything that might spark a new project idea. All he found, however, was stacks upon stacks of building materials that only served to remind him of the base he had left behind and all the plans he had been itching to get started on.
Closing the last chest, he stepped back in disappointment. No inspiration whatsoever. Stress probably had loads of ideas for the pyramid, so Impulse felt bad that he couldn’t think of a single thing to improve his new base. He was letting Stress down already.
Something rubbed his leg, causing him to yelp and leap to the side, expecting to see a monster.
“Ugh,” he groaned, nudging the chicken away with his foot. “You scared the crap outta me, you-.” He broke off before he inadvertently called the chicken a horrible name. “Buddy, don’t scare me. Please. I’m still not comfortable here.”
The chicken cocked its head and continued staring at him.
This time, Impulse gazed back. “Are you hungry? Is that why you keep staring at me?”
He dug out some seeds from one of the chests and hesitantly held them out to the chicken, which approached him immediately and pecked them out of his hand.
Impulse chuckled and watched the chicken gobble up the seeds. “You really WERE hungry, huh? Well, maybe you’ll stop bothering me now.”
Once the chicken had finished the seeds, it turned and waddled back into the main room. It stopped in front of the lever and pecked at it.
Impulse curiously followed the chicken and flicked the lever on. “Is this what you want?”
The chicken jiggled back and forth in time with the drum beat, its little head wiggling from side to side. “There you go, you little drumstick,” Impulse laughed. “Now you’ve got a full belly, you wanna dance.”
He paused. “Hmm. That’d make a good name for you. Hey, you wanna be called Drumstick?”
The chicken looked up at him and clucked happily. Or rather, Impulse assumed it was a happy noise.
“Then I guess your name is Drumstick now,” Impulse chuckled.
Drumstick responded by laying an egg.
Impulse couldn’t help laughing at the comedic timing of the event. “Oh dear. You’re a funny chicken, aren’t you? Shall we see if we can get you a little friend?”
He picked up the egg and threw it at the wall. It burst open and a tiny chick fluttered down to the ground.
“Heeeey, you’re a mommy, Drumstick!” Impulse beamed and picked up the little baby from the ground, before bringing it over to his feathered friend. “Look. This is your baby. And I guess I hatched it, so would that make me her dad?”
Impulse blinked as he fully registered what he had just said. “Nope, don’t wanna open that can of worms today. So what should we call you?” He gently tickled the baby under its neck with the back of his finger. “You’re just a little nugget, aren’t you? Shall we call you Nugget? Drumstick, should we call your little baby Nugget?”
Drumstick clucked and bobbed her head.
“Great! Impulse, Drumstick, and Nugget, the three musketeers.” A smile spread over Impulse’s face. “Hey, you know what? You two can be my project. I’ll build you a nice little area to live in and make it look all pretty. Stress would really like that. Would you guys like that?”
Nugget responded by chirping quietly and snuggling into Impulse’s neck.
He chuckled and gently stroked her feathers. “I hope I don’t get too attached to you guys. You’re both gonna have to stay here when I move back to my base.”
Drumstick made a sad noise, as if she had understood his words. And perhaps she had.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Impulse lifted Drumstick onto his left shoulder and Nugget onto his right, ignoring the slight twinge as their claws dug into his skin.
“C’mon, gals,” he said, unable to stop grinning. “Let’s get started.”
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Movie!Sonamy - A quick little thing
(Found here x Not mine!)
Scene 1:
As Amy reaches out, moving across the pavement of the deserted back-way road, Robotnik--who at the time is still on the mushroom planet controlling Metal Sonic remotely in a makeshift base he created from the portals he created to function like Sonic’s rings to get random objects to fall into the mushroom world--commands Metal Sonic, “Another one!? Just rotten luck... unless??? Metal! Seize the girl! I want her alive!”
Intrigued at the idea that the girl may have a similar power source as Sonic, he watches as Metal Sonic charges and grabs her before a weakened Sonic from fighting the new foe could take her hand.
“Noo...” He stumble back down as Amy is swooped up, crying out for him.
Robotnik’s drone with a screen of him on it flies over to where Metal Sonic hovers in the air, as Amy squirms to try and break free of it.
“Hey! Let me go, you big bully!” She summons a hammer to hit him, whacking him as Robotnik smirks.
“Metal, be sure to keep our little captive secure.” Then looks back to Sonic as though a warning.
Sonic stumbles to his feet again, holding his hurt arm that Metal slashed into and rolled him off his high-speed escape.
“Leave her alone, Eggman...” He wobbles slightly, squinting an eye.
“Sonic, I’m about to get very unlady-like. Please look away!” Amy continues to struggle, but upon Robotnik’s last command, Metal Sonic locks his arms and she’s perfectly stuck in the wedge therein. “Grr! Hurfh!” she stops with her hammer hits as it doesn’t seem to be doing anything but create nose and knock his head back slightly. “Okay, in 3.., advert your eyes! 2... oooonnneeee...” she holds the last count as she continues to kick her feet and try and ‘squirm’ through the cobra-like grip.
She finally flops her arms down along with her head, dangling before seeing Sonic still staring. Gasping, she continues to try and look like she’s making progress, “I thought I said look away!!! I can’t really let him have it if your watching me!” but it’s clear she’s fibbing.
Sonic worriedly looked between her and Eggman, then glares at Metal Sonic. “It’s me you want... let the girl go!”
She stops struggling, amazed that he’s being so heroic. “Sonic...” A moment ago, when he first met her, he seemed frozen time and excited raced over to greet her with a simple ‘hi’ and raised hand. But when she tried to get ‘closer’ to him through their time together, he seemed to almost try and get away from her...
So now... He seemed like he really did care.
Robotnik laughed, “Let’s first see if you can catch her...” The drone parted and shot out a portal beam that was heading back at light-speeds... then Metal Sonic blasted his jets and flew after it.
Robotnik wanted to test out his Metal creation, having used Sonic’s quill to construct him, mostly.
Sonic took off after them, pushing himself even though he was clearly beat up.
“Noo!!” Amy watched as Metal swung her to the side and fired at a pursuing Sonic. “You leave him alone!!!” She summoned her hammer again, but this time, Robotnik noticed something...
“Hmm... interesting.” he fired a laser to knock the hammer out of her hands, but she summoned it right back as it was flying away and shot it at him.
His drone blasted it out from it’s path towards knocking into it, and flew a little closer to her. Robotnik’s smirk tripled in size... (Grinch stole Christmas reference.) “How very... useful information to know. Metal! Come home!” his drone shot out towards the portal, but Sonic quickly bypassed Metal, surprising both of them, and then rolled up into an electric blue ball.
“Like I’d let you get away!” he charged into him and shred through the drone, exploding it with his electric energy before throwing an electric beam to Metal Sonic (Sonic boom reference) and yanking him out of the air.
Metal missed the portal, getting pulled back as Amy swung one last hammer hit to knock him further to the ground while she still flew off at an angle.
“Amy!” he raced to her and grabbed her, tumbling into the forest as the portal warbled and finally dissipated. (The chase is meant to resemble Sonic CD’s Metal Sonic race.)
“NOOO!!!” Robotnik slammed his fists on his makeshift console as sparks flew all around it. He breathed hard... before a light came on and he rolled his enraged eyes up to it...
Metal Sonic... was still operational. He sneered, typing in some commands. “No matter... I’m not out of this game yet..!” he growled in competitive spite.
Amy’s eyes were a bit dizzy-struck, but Sonic moved off of her, shaking his head and breathing hard. “You... You alright, Rascal?”
She puffed out some air, then her eyes closed and let her head fall to her side.
“Amy..?” He suddenly looked her face over. “Amy!” his blue quills sparked with light as his eyes changed color as well, showing the electricity.
She suddenly began giggling, and he pouted at realizing he was being fooled.
“Don’t you know..? This is when you kiss the girl awake!” she teased.
He rolled his eyes and lightly moved her face back to being against the dirt, using her to push off the ground and get up in a comedical way. “If I did that, I’d have to call out ‘clear’!” he was referring to his power and imagining her popping with electrical emergency like in hospitals.
However, Metal Sonic had turned his head and scanned their heart rates during that moment... there was a link between their heart rate increases, and Robotnik twisted one of the hairs on his overgrown mustache at it.
“All the readings and signs point to a very peculiar circumstance caused by teen acquaintance in the most obscure and annoying frequencies in young creatures... Maybe I can lure him to me yet.” He built up his villainous laughter as the mushroom base he created was shown in it’s full glory with drones flying everywhere around it like a bee-hive.
Scene 2:
Exhausted from out-running Eggman, the gang of Tails, Sonic, Amy, Tom, and Maddie were around a campfire by their camper they ‘acquired’ during their attempt to escape Eggman’s robots.
As Tom was speaking, Amy was growing more and more tired, her eyes drooping before finally it was clear she was practically asleep, and her head bobbed a certain direction as though she was about to fall over.
Seeing this, Sonic scooted over to her just as her head was about to topple over from it’s many deeper bows, and was caught softly by his shoulder.
Maddie, seeing this, cut off Tom by moving her arm out of her blanket and putting a hand on his shoulder, “I think we all just need a breather first, Tom. Then we can talk about staging inter-world battles.” She joked, but was slightly serious as Tom looked to see Tails yawning and rubbing his hurt side and head, as Sonic also looked over to him and patted his tail that was by him, as Tails smiled appreciatively over to him.
“Maybe we should all get some sleep...”
“Look at you, being so responsible..!” proud of her boy, Maddie got up and wiggled her head, striding over to help pick up Amy and take her back to the camper. “Looks like you took my advice.”
“Being nice... isn’t so hard when everyone needs you to save the world... again.” Sonic replied in his usual snark, but then looked sorrowfully back to Amy. “If Eggman learns about Tails... will he get put in danger too?”
“Well...” Maddie looked down, “People put themselves in danger... for the things they love the most.” She looked over to Sonic, eye to eye, before Tails and Amy. “These guys risked everything to escape and find you, right? That must mean they truly loved Longclaw... and believed that you would be the one to help free them.” She bobbed and patted Amy as though instinctively being motherly while she spoke, and Sonic just smiled, nodding to her.
However... when she turned away, whispering goodnight, he frowned and his ears fell back.
He didn’t want to be a hero, the responsibility of looking out for these two also didn’t make him feel like he was enough. He worried about Tom and Maddie too... he didn’t want anyone else getting hurt or put in danger...
Maddie placed Amy down and removed her blanket from around her shoulders, replacing it to be on Amy as she rested.
She dropped the blinds and smiled at the window above her, then stroked and curled her fingers around her bangs before setting off....
When red glowed from the window...
Metal Sonic had carefully camouflaged himself behind some bushes in the forest they were hiding in, and moved over to the camper.
Seeing her, he scanned her, but didn’t see any trace of a similar power to Sonic’s. Even so, he had his orders, and carefully used a heated beam to create a square out of the bunker, grabbing it before it could fall over and on her.
He carefully moved the square piece and maneuvered his dangerously spiked claws under her head and body, lifting her to then sneak away as his operation was complete.
However... Tails looked at his device, “Strange...” he rubbed his eyes awake, “Why is that... Sonic, look out!” he dived into Sonic as Metal shot a beam into the camper, exploding it like rapidly fired, circular bombs.
“Oh my-” Maddie stumbled up and ran towards the flames, but Sonic saw something red, like a stream of moving eyes, dip into the forest.
He glared, and ran after it, not looking back as Tom reached out to him. “Sonic!”
Scene 3:
Trapped in Eggman’s containment unit, not able to fully stand up and not big enough to lay down comfortably in, Amy hit the sides of the clear wall, trying to convince Eggman to let her go.
“Is that what you’re all gonna call me!?” Robotnik’s nose flared at the name.
“You smell like rotten eggs too!” she summoned her hammer and slammed it against the wall.
“Ah! Fascinating.” he bent down to look at the hammer. “Metal? Calm down our experiment.”
Metal, using the quill from Sonic, created a blue electricity that sparked on his raised hands and traveled along his metallic claws...
Amy recongized the power, amazed he had it, and scooted back Robotnik stood up, his glasses flaring with light when Metal seemingly off-camera shocked the unit.
Amy’s cry of pain was quick, and Eggman opened the container to pull out the hammer, showing Amy’s limp body. “I said calm, Metal. We aren’t sure if we can extract her power dead or alive yet... But even so, good boy.” he patted his metallic head, but Metal’s face was emotionless.
His red, blaring eyes peered at the hedgehog girl who squirmed back up to look at him, “I’ll make sure... you regret... this...”
He seemed to have a red light blinking on the side of his eyes, as though recording before she dipped her head back down wearily, and he moved over to Eggman, tracing his movements.
Eggman placed the hammer on the same device he used to measure Sonic’s power, but scooted the two rims farther back to make room to place the hammer. The container swung up over it like a clamped shell, and Metal Sonic watched him, still with only his eyes and head following his movements, as he danced and waited for the results.
He air guitar’d before the results came back faster than he anticipated.
Rushing over, he laughed once again, wheezing at times, pounding his fat stomach as though choking when the results showed that the hammer had an unlimited power source as well. “There’s morrrrreeee!!!” he shot himself up out of his chair and shook his fists in the air.
Wickedly Elated.
Scene 4:
Metal Sonic had showed Sonic Amy’s recording, and faking that she was dead, caused Sonic to think Robotnik had killed her and burst into electricity, charging after him through the portal, exactly what Eggman wanted...
With Sonic enraged, he didn’t realize he was being deceived, but soon enough fights, gets captured, fights again, and finds Amy to save her while he escapes.
-skipping along the dvd in my head lol-
Sonic was carrying a now awake and perplexed Amy while trying to escape the mushroom kingdom.
He came alone to avoid further conflict with Tom and Maddie, who he felt were being over-protective and sheltering, when he just didn’t want them to get hurt.
Metal Sonic pursued, but Amy kept complaining he wasn’t holding her like a ‘lady’ and he swung her over his shoulder.
“Better~?” He teased, already remarking how it wasn’t comfortable to run while holding someone, and also the fact that she didn’t make it any easier by squirming.
The two kept trying to figure out what the best position was as Amy kept firing off her unlimited supply of Piko Piko Hammers while Metal Sonic gained on them constantly, due to Sonic’s poor footwork and trying to adjust Amy in his arms.
Finally, he threw her up to dodge Metal Sonic charging at them with his claw swiping out, and then jumped to spin dash him into his engine on the back, before grabbing Amy bridal style.
As they raced away, Amy looked all around at her new position, and nodded approvingly, “This... This will do.” she wrapped her arms lovingly around him and gave him a sweet, adoring smile before looking back over his shoulder... and then bending her eyes in a regret-stricken arch at what she knew Eggman now had...
Scene 5: -Around the end-
Amy has her feet on a stalled and twitching right engine wheel on Metal Sonic, on his knees, head up as she had looped her hammer around and jammed it behind his neck/quills.
she held his sparking head and glared into his eyes, as Metal Sonic’s red dot blinked in the corner of his eye, revealing the same hologram he had showed to anger Sonic and have him react emotionally to try and extract his power. “I’ll make sure... you regret... this...”
Amy smiled, knowing he was recognizing that this was her fulfilling her own promise. Not through Sonic...
“You will never be as great as Sonic The Hedgehog...” Amy then rips his head clean off, but as he explodes, his head remains intact and flies off,... he was still recording her...
Forever on his memory now... (concludes Metal Sonic’s hinted jealous rivalry to be better than Sonic, seeing as Robotnik acted about Sonic, and wanted to be more than enough to please his creator... the ultimate Sonic.)
Sonic dives into the flames after her, a slow-motion of him worriedly reaching out as the flames of his exploded body envelop them.
They roll to the side, but Tails, Maddie, Knuckles, and Tom don’t see it. (They will later over hear them and that’s when Sonic will stride in like a hero, touched by their tears and loving speeches)
“We gotta... stop meeting like this.” Amy teased, breathing hard as he got up off of her, mimicking the tumble in Scene 1. “People like to talk.”
For once... he smiles at her charm.
“Well, you said so yourself... There’s only one hedgehog that’s your hero...” He bends down, and as she gets excited and closes her eyes, leaning up to kiss, he moves off of her.
She blinks her eyes and gasps, moving up to see him just walking off.
“Sonic!”
“What? Aren’t you waiting for him to scoop you up and carry you away?” He teased back, gesturing behind himself.
She shakes her head, “I think you know who my destined hero is.”
His eyebrows move up and he smiles. (This establishes their dynamic from here on out. Hero and admirer.)
-I got wind of a rumor about Amy being in the new sequel... I already made 2 scenarios of how she could be played, this is how Sonic could play back xD-
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Pet Names? (Tenya Iida HC)
Prompt: Tenya Iida doesn't really understand the concept of pet names. After some of his classmates’ help, he still has no idea what he's doing.
"Babycakes, can you hand me my phone?" Iida looked around to see Bakugo with his hand held up, most likely expecting his phone to be tossed to him. He wondered quietly how Bakugo expected mini cakes to respond to his request, but nevertheless, kept his head trained to see the outcome.
In a matter of seconds, his significant other responded with a "sure." and tossed his phone to him. It utterly baffled Iida how Bakugo's significant other could respond to such a name. Not wanting to touch on it any further, he simply went back to his studies.
Now, Iida would have happily let that single instance go by without question. However, after it had happened a second time in his presence, he simply had to know what in earth was going on.
"Sparky, could you grab that for me?" This time, it was Denki's significant other as they struggled to reach an item off a rather high-up shelf.
"Sure thing, honey bee," Denki replied as he carried through with the task. It was at this point where Iida unintentionally slammed his book closed, causing all eyes to go on him.
"Iida, you good?" Denki asked, his head tilted to the side with a rather concerned expression on his face. Iida looked up and around to see all the attention he had accidentally called upon himself. Somewhat embarrassed, a tinge of pink dusted his cheeks before he explained.
"I just... I fail to realize the significance of addressing someone who you care so deeply about as such a crude name. I mean, 'babycakes' and 'sparky' a-and 'honey bee'? Surely those must be insulting towards the receiving end of those names, right?" The four in the room couldn't help but laugh; not at Iida, but for him. This was the first they've ever seen him so befuddled over what should be a commonly known topic. It was only when he kept his expression clear on his face that the rest had stopped laughing.
"Wait you're serious? Iida, do you really not know what pet names are?" Denki was thoroughly shocked at this revelation.
"Of course I'm aware of pet names. They're quite self-explanatory, no?"
"Not the literal pat names, you numbnut. We're talking about the ones you use on your s/o," Bakugo chided.
"Why would one think to give their significant other a name alluding to a common pet?"
Mina walked into the room, picking up context from her surrounding and what she just heard and she couldn't help but chuckle. She walked over to Iida, giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before signaling to the other four that she would handle this, and that they could return to their previous tasks.
"Oh, buddy. A pet name is a term for a sort of nickname for someone very special, not exclusive to significant others. Sometimes, these nicknames hold an importance and sometimes they don't, but one thing is always very clear: the receiving end of that name is comfortable and sometimes even flattered to be given that nickname. Do you understand or do you need me to elaborate a bit more?" Out of all the students, Mina was the most patient when it came to teaching the old souls modern slang and terms.
"So, if I understand this correctly, a pet name is the alternative phrase for a special nickname given to someone incredibly emotionally connected with the person giving said nickname?" Mina only nodded, as it sounded like Iida had a follow-up.
"And... you're all okay with the things you're being called?" Iida asked, looking at the four. They all responded with some variation of an affirmative, some simply nodding and others responding verbally. With this new-found information, Iida decided to test it out. conveniently, as he exited the common room on his way back to his dorm, Izuku was just about to enter. As they crossed paths, Iida decided to apply his learnings.
“Hello there, sugarbear!” Iida said with as much positive emotion as he could muster. He didn’t look back to see Izuku’s face, but if he had, he would find an utterly shell-shocked and mortified Izuku, his face a mix of fear and confusion. If he wasn’t as far away from the common room as he was, he also would have hear boisterous laughter from the others in the room, mostly from Mina and Denki.
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Teeth
Jasper breaks a rule...
CW: Minor mouth whump (dental pain), sick, Pet whump, Slavery, comfort, it as a pronoun, past lady whumper mention.
it hadn’t meant to disobey.
he hadn’t meant to disobey. his new Mistress, Mistress Abbey - Miss Bee, as he called Her in his head, allowed him a name and pronouns. Still, after so many years as an “it”, this still took some getting used to.
Waking to the continued ache in his jaw and the remnants of a nightmare, he realized soon after that the pain had gotten worse. jasper rolled onto the floor immediately; his comfy pet bed, thick and plush with a built in heater, now sat empty next to him.
he had been sleeping, acting like such a spoiled pet on his pillowed nest. jasper sniffled, ashamed at having taken the soft warmth for granted when flouting Miss Bee’s rules so completely!
Panic and pain holding a tug-of-war inside him, he pressed his face into the floor’s wood panels. Their coolness felt surprisingly good against the hot, swollen skin of his cheek. Upset at how he’d failed, he tried to breathe properly - something he had never been good at even in the best of times.
All his life, no matter what, Jasper had tried his best to be good and obedient. he had been doing so well for Her too, before this.
To make things worse, his Mistress didn’t even have many rules. And though Her rules were weird and often made no sense to him, most were easy to obey. This stood in such stark difference to his previous masters.
Also an extreme difference from his other owners, Miss Bee had been kind. Something he’d never deserved, but was even less worthy of now.
Yes, surely there would be no more mercy, no more chances. Because he’d broken this rule.
Her most important one...
Tell Mistress Abbey when it… when I do not feel well. Any discomfort or pain must be reported.
Of all Her rules, this was the least easy one to obey. Trained from a very young age to be a quiet and obedient shadow, the idea of bringing attention to himself, of complaining. It wasn’t appropriate for a thing like it pet like him.
Tears filled jasper’s eyes and his jaw throbbed.
When the hurt in his mouth had started over a week ago, it was just a small ache so he didn’t say anything. he’d had mouth pain in the past. Unlike this, before it had always been the result of a punishment or a beating. Head jarred in ways that left him bruised and aching.
It always went away at some point though. Eventually. he’d thought this too would go away.
Except. It hadn’t.
Instead, it had quickly accelerated over the past days. Now the ache had built to a blinding pounding in his head, and jasper knew he couldn’t get away with hiding it any longer.
Worse than the pain, which was bad - and jasper had plenty of experience to know - was that by revealing his failure, he was going to lose the kindest, absolute best Alpha he could imagine. All because he couldn’t do something as simple as obey.
he should have told Her right away.
But he hadn’t.
When She found out, Miss Bee would finally, finally, get rid of him. And they both knew he was so broken. Too broken really, to go to anyone else.
Would She have him put down? Send him to a lab like so many other owners had threatened?
Lost in these thoughts, jasper didn’t have long to spiral. Miss Bee walked into the room a few minutes later.
“Jasper, lamb, what are you doing out of bed? That floor is too cold for you.”
It was too soon, he wasn’t ready! And yet she was there. And so kind, She sat down next to where he knelt in his most submissive bow. Nose pressed to the floor, hands bent nicely in front of him, every part straight and perfect despite the terrible ache.
“Sweetheart, why are you posed like that? Did you have another bad dream?”
A warm hand came to rest on the cool, bare skin of his scarred back. Oh, he didn’t deserve such a kind touch. Even worse, despite how naughty he’d been he desperately craved it. jasper trembled and hiccuped on a sob at how awful he was. he shook his head “no” in answer to Miss Bee’s question. It wasn’t a lie really, he did have a nightmare, but that wasn’t why he was out of his bed and shivering beside Her.
Her hand rubbed in marvelous soothing circles over his shoulders. jasper felt his slutty omega hole respond, slick leaking into the little pet panties he wore. With Her sitting so close, his body was unable to resist Miss Bee’s delicious scent and Her gentle touches. It made his transgression all the more unbearable.
“Do you have a bellyache then, babes?” Miss Bee sighed. “I hope I didn’t accidentally overfeed you. I know how delicate your poor tummy can be.”
jasper shook his head “no” again and sniffled. Tears ran down his cheeks. his belly did ache but with terror. Not because of some wonderful treat he’d been given.
Miss Bee allowed him so many luxuries. An excess of human food, was a particular one he loved, having been fed only omega chow for most his life. It was normal for masters, Alphas, to have size preferences in their omega pets. And most, wanting tiny slender things, restricted their omega’s food to fix the issue.
Before Miss Bee, jasper’s life had been ruled by this, and he’d known only pet chow and hunger.
But then She found him!
When Miss Bee first commented about his weight, or lack thereof, and said She would feed him more, jasper had expected an extra portion of kibble at most. he had been very confused when She told him She didn’t and wouldn’t buy it omega chow.
Instead, She fed it delicious and filling people foods. And She’d always end its meals with a taste of something sweet. Fed to it from Her very own fingers!
And what had it done with Her generosity? it’d thrown it back into Her face with its disobedience. it was so terrible. Miss Bee deserved a much better thing than it… him.
“Then what is it, little lamb?” She asked, her warm fingers skating up to massage into his curls. he didn’t flinch away, but the soft touch on his head was enough to cause the pain to spike. It was nothing less than he deserved, however, even if She didn’t know.
And when She did know…
A previous Alpha, one far different from Miss Bee, had taken his voice. It wasn’t something he understood fully. Only that Mistress Celeste had taken him to the vet, and after he’d woken up unable to speak. Whatever had been done to him, it hurt like knives to try to talk now. And when sound did make its way out of his throat, it was a broken almost barking noise that humiliated him more than he thought possible.
Miss Bee knew this, and jasper had learned that just because She asked a question, it didn’t mean he had to answer verbally. She chatted, asked questions, and talked a lot. It was reassuring how She filled the silence.
he still had to answer Her, however.
Rising slowly and only as far as he dared from his penitent bow, jasper kept his eyes glued to the floor in respect. he had disobeyed Her, it was the least he could do. he rose enough that he could tilt his chin towards Her and used a stubbed finger to point at his mouth, his jaw.
It took all the effort he had, docked nub trembling as he brought attention to himself. Tears blurred his vision, so he wasn’t expecting it when Her hand carefully cupped his chin. It hurt, but he was trained to never flinch away. Instead he shied into Her hand, jarring his jaw painfully.
“Oh oh, sweetheart.” She cooed. Seeming to know how he ached, her grip on his jaw became lighter still. Miss Bee gently, too tenderly for the likes of him, urged him up straighter. “I don’t see a bruise, but this hurts?”
jasper barely nodded his head, just enough for Her to feel his answer. The pain radiated from the tooth in the back of his mouth, throughout his head, throbbing with the beat of his heart.
Her thumb gently stroked across his jaw, barely touching, just testing lightly. It was expected, so jasper was able to brace himself for Her touch. He didn’t budge again when she carefully pressed directly where the pain radiated from.
“You’re all swollen and warm here, little lamb, can you open your mouth for me?”
jasper obeyed, mouth dropping open before realizing what had been asked of him. he was always obedient, even if what he was ordered to do was painful or terrifying. And unlike others, She had never hurt him intentionally. Yes, Miss Bee had always been kind, but he had been a terrible pet. he broke Her rules. It wouldn’t be unexpected, he thought, if She realized She was being too kind to him, for Her to change Her ways and hurt him.
This wasn’t the case, yet, as She gently directed his chin so that She could get a better look inside. Miss Bee even pulled out Her phone, turning the flashlight on so She could see better.
jasper blinked away his tears while She was distracted examining him. Taking a moment to try and breathe as normally as he could, his heart stuttered when She tutted and pulled away. he didn’t dare close his mouth or move from where She left him. he’d already been disobedient enough, even if She didn’t know it yet.
“I don’t see anything.”
he could see Her frown and ice flooded his body. That couldn’t be right? he wasn’t making this up! he wasn’t lying to Her!
jasper hadn’t hid this pain from Her, broken Her very important rule, only for nothing to be wrong! Before he could react, She gently nudged his mouth shut and ran Her fingers through his hair.
So upset that she might think he was fibbing about the pain, Her petting wasn’t as nearly comforting as usual.
“How long has this been hurting you?”
And this was it. Now he would confess his sins to Her and he would lose this Goddess of a Mistress who had been entirely too kind to him. Even if nothing really was wrong. Even if She couldn’t see anything, he had still hidden his discomfort. That was still breaking Her rules.
jasper ducked his head down, wanting more than anything to go back to his formal kneel. But She had to be answered; he couldn’t get out of it. Speaking was hard and painful, and whenever he’d tried it he’d met with very little success. But his stubbed fingers were a terrible way to show numbers legibly and he had to answer Her.
his fear was overwhelming, filling his throat and making it feel even harder to try and say something.
jasper’s voice cracked and broke. “W-week, M-mistre-ess A-ab-bey,” he rasped out, voice barely above breathing levels. The effort left him desperately swallowing to lubricate his very dry throat. He fought the urge to cough from the discomfort.
The moment the words were out of his mouth, he fell into his formal kneel again. It felt so much better to be pressed down on the floor, where he belonged. And he wasn’t going to curl up and try to hide from whatever punishment She deemed fit for him. his scarred back was available for Her to rain Her anger down on.
Likely whatever happened next would only be the start, but he wouldn’t dare try to stop Her meting out justice.
Hearing him speak Miss Bee made a noise of surprise. When Her hand gently landed to rest on his head, he held himself politely back from flinching, even though the soft touch on his head startled. he’d expected pain on his back, maybe his thighs, his feet. There were so many options for her!
“Jasper, lamb. ” Her voice was soft and sad, it made him quail to think that he had caused this. She didn’t deserve this, She shouldn’t waste Her time and thoughts on Her disobedient omega. Especially after that disobedient omega had just confessed to breaking Her rules! “Jas, my darling, look at me.”
jasper’s head popped up, eager desperate to obey. he would never be able to make this up to Her, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t try. Fresh tears had built up in his eyes. They were so thick they wouldn’t just blink away. Instead, She gently held his jaw and wiped the tears away for him.
She was kind, too kind. It only made him cry harder. How could he have done this to Her?
“What a good boy, using your words. I’m so proud of you. And Sweetheart… I’m not mad.”
Before he knew what he was doing, he shook his head, contradicting her! jasper couldn’t help it though, how could She be proud of him? How could She not be furious? She had to be. She didn’t have to lie to him! he knew he was bad, he knew a punishment was the least he should expect.
Suddenly he wasn’t on the floor anymore. She pulled him into Her arms and cooed sweetly at him. Her comfort and sweetness threw him into a confused panic. his heart rate kicked up higher and his breathing faltered, gasping coughs punching through his chest and throat. A high pitched whistle of air could occasionally be heard between his coughs.
At first Her attempts at soothing didn’t help stop his choking. Then Miss Bee carefully maneuvered jasper’s head so his nose was tucked into Her throat, right over Her bonding gland and where Her perfumey Alpha scent was strongest. She was able to press him close without jarring his jaw. Her concentrated pheromones immediately went to work, helping him settle. If jasper had possessed the ability to notice, he would have been desperately grateful for Her kindness. Instead, he was too overcome.
he didn’t know how much time had passed, how long She spent whispering words of comfort to him, or for how long he gasped with panic, breathing in Her scent. Slowly, however, he was able to calm down, to be good for Her.
Well, not good - he was a bit past that at this point - but better than he had been behaving.
What a terrible omega pet it he was! he’d misbehaved, and instead of being punished like he rightly deserved, he’d panicked and She comforted him. This was so unfair to Her. he’d been awful. he’d failed.
he had to be better!
When he could finally breathe and he had calmed down, he wanted to be able to force more words out. Words that She needed to hear from him. How sorry he was for breaking Her rules, for inconveniencing Her like this, even after all that!
“S-sorry,” was all he managed before She stopped him.
he didn’t whine when She pulled away from him, though he barely caught himself. he hated how spoiled he’d become. But he needed Her so desperately. She didn’t go far, however, and instead tilted his chin up again so She could see his face better. It always made him feel so exposed when Miss Bee did this. Slaves were to keep their heads down: it was high disrespect to look at an Alpha, or even a Beta, directly.
jasper worked to keep his eyes respectfully lowered as She regarded him, but it was hard with how close She was.
“Jasper. Look at me,” She ordered.
It was work to obey. To raise his eyes enough. But he did it, because no matter what, he wanted to be an obedient pet. But he couldn’t help the trembling that shook his body from the effort it took to look at Her. And the effort not to break down into sobs again.
“The rule was to tell me when you are in pain and or uncomfortable.”
jasper eagerly nodded in agreement, the pain in his head blinding with each frantic bounce. he didn’t try to speak, She had already made it clear She didn’t want him to. he knew the rule! he knew it!
And that was worse! Because he had known it but disobeyed, even if he’d thought the pain would go away at first.
“Oh, lamb…” A soft touch from the Alpha stilled his frantic nodding before She continued on. “That’s not a rule to invite punishment. That’s a rule for your protection. I need to know when you hurt so I can help fix it.
“Did you not tell me because you were trying to be bad and rebellious?”
Jasper shook his head, a barely there shake, and breathed a barely audible “no.”
Soft lips pressed to his fevered forehead before Miss Bee continued, “You are mine, and I care for you. I’m only sorry I didn’t know so I could’ve helped you sooner. We can fix it, sweetie. So please don’t worry. ”
jasper couldn’t help the sobs that broke through, hearing this. That an Alpha, this Alpha, the best he had ever known, said She cared for him. It was all he had ever wanted, his entire life.
Despite this, he was also terrified of what She meant by “fixing it.”
Other owners would have fixed his pain by simply telling him to shut up.
he shivered on Miss Bee’s lap thinking about the next most likely option.
Or a trip to the vet….
his breathing grew ragged again. Maybe She’d have his teeth pulled?
his teeth had been the only part of him that had stayed intact since he’d left the breeders. It pained jasper to admit how much it grieved him, the idea of losing this one undamaged part of himself. But surely this would fix the problem: his teeth couldn’t hurt if he didn’t have them!
It would be a perfectly appropriate remedy. And it didn’t matter if he wanted to keep his teeth. They belonged to Miss Bee. Not him. jasper made a soft sad whine around his wheezes.
“Shhhh, babes.” Miss Bee soothed as She picked up Her phone again and punched in a number.
“Hello, Shain? Is there a chance I could bring Jasper in to see you tomorrow. I think he has a tooth hurting him.
“Eight thirty? Yes we can make that. Thank you so much for making time for us.
“What am I doing? Oh… Well… Besides taking care of poor Jassy, I started a new crochet pattern. A dress actually… Purple.”
jasper closed his eyes and snuggled against Miss Bee’s chest even if he didn’t deserve the softness. he knew She had a crush on Vet Shain. The heat of Her blush seeped into his skin where he pressed against Her. At his next sniffle She began combing the fingers of Her free hand through his curls.
jasper wept softly, amazed and overwhelmed with gratitude for his Alpha. It was so hard to believe this was real and not some kennel dream. he closed his watering eyes, allowing his Mistress’ wonderful voice to wash over him as She chatted with Mistress Shain and petted him.
Wrapped in his Alpha’s softness, warmth, and sweet scent, jasper drifted. he couldn’t believe he’d almost fallen asleep when Miss Bee next addressed him.
“Okay sweet boy, let’s get you up and get some food in your belly. Maybe some soymilk at least. Vet Shain wants me to give you one of your left over pain pills from when you first came here.” She shook Her head, remembering, and looked at him with such soft eyes. Despite how much he hurt, he blushed as his hole slicked up again at Her attention.
“And you need something in your tum to take your medicine.” She patted his flat stomach.
Seeing the bump in his panties where his tiny cock had grown hard at Her touch, She smiled at him. Even though he ached for release, he was happy She ignored it: he didn’t deserve that kind of treat after such disappointing behavior.
Then Miss Bee carefully shuffled him off Her lap and stood. She extended a hand. Reaching out his stubs, jasper took it and shakily climbed to his feet too. he followed Her out to the kitchen. Minstrel and Liver jumped off the sofa where they’d been napping and trailed after them in hopes of a snack as well. Minstrel yowled at them both about the tuna he wanted.
Jaw throbbing, jasper clung to Miss Bee’s hand. As they walked She argued with Minstrel about his waistline. jasper meanwhile, thought about the coming medicine.
he knew what pills meant. he knew this would make him sleep.
Maybe when he woke next, he would be able to be better for his kind Miss Bee. She was so gracious to have forgiven him, but it still ate at him that he had broken Her rule.
his stomach still ached with his failure and he wondered if he’d even be able to drink his milk. he’d try. he needed even more to be good now.
his chest was tight with anxiety too, knowing now he was going to see Vet Shain tomorrow. But while he feared the coming vet visit, since Miss Bee hadn’t punished him, maybe the certain pain that was coming would be enough to set things right… jasper shuddered... Even if he lost some teeth in the process.
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#whump#slavery#pet whump#master/pet#caretaker#comfort#sick#more comfort than anything tbh#lady caretaker#past lady whumper#I worked really hard and I hope I did a good job#thank you for reading
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Ice Cream Expertise (All the Little Lights #1)
Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Ships: Kawoshin
Rating: G
Summary: Shinji is faced with a dilemma of sorts, and is characteristically indecisive. Fortunately, Kaworu is there to give some helpful advice. Or maybe just call himself an ice cream expert. Let's be honest, it's a bit of both.
Notes: This is intended to be the start to All the Little Lights, my attempt at a relatively happy Evangelion high school AU featuring the pilots we know (and maybe love) actually getting to live a normal life (including all the cute gay romance they deserve). That said, it also works totally fine as a one shot. Considering it's an AU, there's going to be some rather interesting deviations from canon, some of which are alluded to here. So, if something seems off, that's probably because it is.
As usual, any errors, grammatical or typographical, are mine. I apologize in advance.
This was originally posted to my old AO3 on May 21, 2020. I hope you enjoy it!
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Shinji Ikari was not having a good day. No, perhaps that was an understatement. He was having a distinctly bad day. School had been tedious to say the least, considering that testing week was approaching, and the teachers seemed to be doing their best to “prepare” the students using every form of academic torture known to humankind. Okay, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it had been a hectic hell all the same. Not to mention the fact that his best friend Touji was going through a rough patch (not the first one, mind you), with his girlfriend Hikari, which led to a tense mood within their friend group outside of class as well. Adding onto this was the fact that he was getting worried about his sister (what wasn’t new?) Rei, who had been especially quiet the past week or so, even by her standards. That was usually a sign that her depression was going through a rough spot. He had wanted to mention something to his mother about it, considering she usually had better luck at getting through to Rei than he did when his sister was going through a difficult time, but unsurprisingly, he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. He was gone too often, and his mother was gone too often. There was all of a one to two hour period when they were both home and awake on any given night. Rei always ending up alone probably doesn’t help her state of mind improve either. I wish she had more friends. People she could connect with.
And, of course, to top all that wonderful baggage off, he had had work after school, which had gone lovely. Just lovely. A simply wonderful group of customers had come in, and stayed for a better part of three hours, ordering intermittently while they all talked (way too loudly, in his opinion) at their shared table, which, in a predictable move, they hadn’t even bothered to clean off. He was a barista, not a waiter, despite what some people seemed to think. To make matters worse, they had been laughing so hard partway through their “discussion,” that one of the party had practically flung her iced latte through the air by accident (how someone could do that by accident, was a whole other topic for conversation), sending its contents flying halfway across the room (in a bafflingly impressive display, he had to admit, as irritating as it was). Of course, he had drawn the short straw and been the one tasked with cleaning it up. His boss seemed to get a special satisfaction out of giving Shinji all the “fun,” jobs. Okay, maybe Mr. Anno’s not that bad, but he still gets a kick out of watching me suffer. Or something like that.
Shinji sighed as he pulled his car into the store parking spot. As he exited it, he glanced down at his phone. 7:16. That meant he should have enough time to get home and get dinner going before his mother got home. These days, it seemed as though she worked progressively later and later. It had been a couple months since she’d been home before 8. She was almost certainly still out at the base at that moment. Whatever project she’s working on now is one of the more intensive ones.
He headed for the doors. He was planning on making stir fry, which meant that he needed to get soy sauce for sure, since he knew they had run out from the last time. He thought they had most of the rest of what he needed at home. So, this should be a quick run. Just in and out. After a day like today though, he was tempted to grab something sweet. Come on, after this whole mess, I think I at least half deserve something to take my mind off of it. Just a little.
Inside, he made a bee line for the condiments aisle. Alright, first things first. Get what I need. Then, maybe, I’ll just check out what they have. He grabbed soy sauce, and then wavered for a moment, trying to decide just for what he was in the mood. Okay, just something little. Nothing too big. I am going to be cooking, after all. Hmmm . . . I mean, it’s probably not the best idea, but . . .
Making his decision, he set off for the frozen section. Once again, he paused when he arrived at the aisle, looking through the glass freezer doors at the available options. I’ll just get a pint. That should be more than enough. Even if Rei goes for some too. ‘Cause mom hardly ever eats anything sweet, so I doubt she’ll have any. He tilted his head, tapping the soy sauce bottle against his thigh as he considered the selection. Why are there so many flavors? I didn’t even realize they sold Pumpkin outside of November. And Lime-Raspberry? What would that even taste like? Who comes up with these things? I’ll go for something classic. I could always do Vanilla. But, that’s a little boring. I don’t even really like it that much. Chocolate’s always classic, except that Rei doesn’t like it. And her favorite is Cookie Dough, which I don’t like the texture of . . . there are way too many choices here. Running his eyes over the racks, he did a quick count. Forty-two different flavors. Why are there forty-two different flavors? I wonder if anyone’s ever tried them all. Then again, that might take a while. And be kind of pricey. Dammit, I’m getting distracted again. The only conclusion that Shinji was coming to was the fact that he liked ice cream far too much, and was wasting far more time than he should be trying to pick out something. Maybe I should just get the soy sauce and head home. He peaked down at his phone. 7:29. Yeah, I’ve already been here longer than I should be.
A voice interrupted Shinji’s thoughts. “So, what’s your drug of choice?”
Shinji head snapped to the side, his concentration broken. “What?,” He asked, a little surprised.
The source of the interruption was standing a little further down the aisle, casually leaning on one of the freezer windows, his head cocked to the side, watching Shinji with a friendly smile on his face. Shinji thought the interrupter looked to be about the same age as him, though that fact was complicated slightly by the fact that though his face was youthful, his hair was an ashen grey. He must dye it. Is grey hair a style though? The interrupting individual sported a pair of black jeans and a band shirt for a group whose name looked vaguely familiar to Shinji. Porcupine Tree . . . I feel like Rei might listen to them. Maybe. Not to mention the fact that the newcomer had red eyes. Red eyes. Okay, so maybe this is a look he’s going for. I mean, those are definitely contacts, right? Unless there’s a genetic mutation I’ve never heard of, I don’t think humans can be born with red eyes. Which means that they’re contacts. Which means that the hair is almost definitely dyed too. I’m pretty sure that’s not what ‘scene’ looks like . . . there’d be brighter colors . . . and I don’t think it’s emo either . . . I’m pretty sure his hair would be black then . . . huh . . . maybe that’s goth. Yeah. Let’s go with that. In addition to making him second guess what scene fashion looked like, Shinji’s visual analysis of the interrupter also led him to a more definite conclusion. That regardless of what category his fashion fell under, he was pretty cute. Seriously Shinji, focus here, and stop thinking about how some random boy in Safeway who asked you what type of drugs you like is cute. Don’t be an idiot. Sure, you haven’t been on a date in months, ever since Martin broke up with you, but he was a manipulative jerk anyway— Shinji realized the interrupter had started talking again, which snapped him back into reality and out of his wandering mind.
“Yeah. What flavor is your favorite. I mean, out of the forty-two, there has to be one you’d pick, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. Probably cookies ’n’ cream,” Shinji answered, feeling more than a bit confused. On an afterthought, he added, “You’ve counted all the flavors too?”
“Not a bad choice,” the boy said with a firm nod. “Although, I’m more into mint chocolate chip myself. And yes, I’ve counted them all. It’s an important part to being an ice cream expert. Keeping track of the available flavors at the nearest store.”
“Okaayyy.” Shinji’s tone betrayed his uncertainty concerning just how he should deal with this stranger. “Ice cream expert?”
“Yep, that would be me,” the boy replied matter-of-factly, as though the question was a pointless one. He strolled over to Shinji and extended his hand. “Kaworu Akagi, ice cream expert, at your service.”
Shinji shook the offered hand, deciding he should be polite, despite the fact that his perplexity had not been substantially diminished in any way. This guy is . . . interesting, to say the least. As their hands met, Shinji was struck by the strange, but intense, sense that this wasn’t his first time meeting Kaworu.
“Shinji Ikari.” Against his better judgement, he decided to follow his introduction with, “Have we met before?”
Retracting his hand, Kaworu pursed his lips, ostensibly mulling over the question in his mind. After a few moments, he shook his head. “I don’t think so. At least, not that I can recall. I just got into town a few days ago. Why do you ask?”
Shinji shrugged, trying to play off his earlier question. “Oh, I think you just reminded me of someone I used to know.”
Kaworu nodded, seeming to accept this answer. “Ah, that makes sense. So, have you come to a conclusion, or would you like a second opinion?”
Shinji raised an eyebrow. “About the ice cream, you mean?”
“Indeed. That is the topic on the floor, as they say,” Kaworu responded nonchalantly.
Shinji blinked. “Who says?”
“Why, they do of course.”
“Oh. Umm, alright.” Shinji looked back through the window, surveying his options once more. A obvious choice didn’t present itself. “Well . . . I suppose a second opinion probably wouldn’t hurt.”
“Great,” Kaworu stated, his tone even and pleasant. “Any occasion in particular you’re buying for?”
Shinji shook his head. “Nope, not really. Just . . .” he hesitated, uncertain how much he wanted to tell someone who was still basically a stranger to him. “Just a bad day,” was what he ended up deciding on.
Kaworu pretended to stroke nonexistent hairs on his chin, nodding slowly as did so, in an amusing imitation of the stereotypical philosopher. “Hmm . . . ice cream for a bad day, you say?”
“Uh. Yeah. I guess so.”
“I’d have to recommend Cherry Chip for that. It’s a guaranteed mood improver from my experience. It is nearly impossible to feel down while you’re eating Cherry Chip ice cream.”
“Really?” Shinji’s ice wandered down the display, finally locating the flavor in question. Fortunately, they had it in pint size, which meant that the option was on the table. He couldn’t think of any reason not to go for it. As far as he knew, Rei liked Cherry Chip. At least, he thought she did. He wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever seen her eat it. For that matter, he wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever eaten it himself. Which means it might be pretty good, and I just don’t know it yet. You never know. “Really. Trust me, I’ve tested its potency. It won’t let you down.”
“Alright. Why not?” Shinji opened the door and grabbed a pint of Cherry Chip. He examined the container in his hands for a few seconds, before looking back up at Kaworu, who now seemed to be smiling in encouragement, which had the effect of making him look even cuter than before. Come on Shinji, don’t get distracted! Sure, he might be attractive, but he’s also a self-proclaimed ice cream expert. . . not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing yet, to be honest.
“That’ll do the job,” Kaworu remarked, in a straightforward tone that made it sound as though he was utterly confident in the truth of his words.
“I’ll take your word for it.” Shinji furrowed his brow as another question popped into his mind. “Hey .. . you said you just got into town a few days ago. How is it that you already know all the different flavors they have here?”
“It was one of the first things I scoped out after we got into town. Always important to know what kind of ice cream game you’re going to be dealing with. Plus, I had plenty of free time once we finished unpacking, considering I won’t be in school up here until the fall.”
“Ah, okay. That makes sense.” Almost on a whim, Shinji was tempted to ask Kaworu where he had moved from, but decided that could come across as prying a little too much, since Kaworu hadn’t offered that information. As it was, Kaworu gave a partial answer to the question without Shinji even verbalizing it.
“School down south ends earlier. Though, to be fair, it also starts earlier there as well. We left a couple days after my semester ended. Which means I currently have relatively few obligations, other than locating and obtaining a job for the summer.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Shinji still wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, but he decided to field a question of his own. He figured it could come across as a polite inquiry, rather than being nosy, taking into account what Kaworu had just revealed. “So, what brought you up north?”
“My mother got transferred out to the base,” Kaworu returned offhandedly.
Shinji tilted his head in response to this answer, the gears in his brain turning. Well, that’s interesting. He almost wanted to make some sort of follow-up remark expressing their similarity in that regard, but he decided that might be a bit too much to say for the moment. Instead, he merely offered a casually, “I gotcha.” He continued with an amiable, “Well, welcome to Asherdale,” along with a more ironic, “It’s halfway decent, once you get used to it.”
Kaworu’s face broken into a grin at the humor, an expression that Shinji couldn’t help but feel made him look all the more attractive. Oops, getting distracted again. . . don’t do that . . . too much.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Kaworu said warmly.
“No problem.” The thought suddenly entering his mind, Shinji shot a momentary glance down at his phone. Hmm, what time is it? The answer was 7:37. 7:37?! I’ve been talking for eight minutes?! That felt like four or five at the most. I have to bail, now, if I’m going to make it home in time to get cooking.
He looked back up at Kaworu, who was still watching him, his gaze soft, the smile still on his face, his head tilted to the side. Shinji had the strange feeling that if it had been anyone else, the observational pose the boy had struck would have looked unusual, to say the least, but somehow, on Kaworu, it didn’t look half bad. It gives him a kind of elegant aesthetic . . . okay, where did I come up with that? I definitely need to head out.
“Hey, look, I’m sorry to leave so quick, but I need to get going.” Shinji cringed a little internally, hearing the awkward tone in his voice. You could have said that in a way that didn’t basically announced the fact that it made you flustered. Great going.
“Understandable. You wouldn’t want that ice cream to melt before you get the chance to test out its powers.”
“Haha, yeah, you know it.”
Kaworu nodded, imply that yes, he did indeed know it. “Why don’t I give you my number?” He remarked. “That way, you’ll have someone on hand for any future ice cream dilemmas.”
“Ahhh . . .” Okay, that was actually kind of smooth, in an odd way. And . . . it’s not like it could really hurt anything. I mean, he didn’t even ask for my number. Which means he’s not even necessarily flirting with me. It’d probably be a bit of stretch to say he is. After all, if I have his number, and he doesn’t have mine, that means I can choose whether I want to text him or not, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Which isn’t really a good way to flirt with somebody. I think I’m stalling again here . . .”
Shinji noticed Kaworu was watching him again, waiting for a response. “Sure. Sounds like a good plan.” He pulled out his phone and hastily created a new contact, before offering it to Kaworu. “Here, you can put it in.”
Kaworu nodded, his smile remaining intact, and typed in the digits, before handing it back to Shinji. “It was nice to meet you, Shinji Ikari,” he commented affably.
“You can just call me Shinji,” Shinji quickly responded.
“Alright then. It was nice to meet you Shinji.”
“You too . . .” Should I use first and last name like he did the first time? Or just go with first name. I don’t want to offend him, if that’s the sort of thing that’s important to him. After all, he does seem a bit, umm, particular.
“You can just call me Kaworu,” the boy suggested, his smile widening.
“It was nice to meet you Kaworu,” he finished lamely. “Guess I’ll see you around.”
“Yes, maybe so.”
Shinji nodded again, spun on his heels, and promptly made for the registers. Well, that went excellently. You meet a boy who’s kind of cute, even if he is a little eccentric, and straight off the bat, you’re second guessing yourself and fumbling for words. Fantastic.
Shinji shot a brief glance back as he reached the end of the aisle, to see that Kaworu was now retrieving an ice cream carton of his own from the merchandise freezer. Shinji turned away again before the boy could look back in his direction. Don’t want him to think I’m staring at him or something.
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Shinji collapsed back onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. He was glad to have finally reach it, after the nigh-interminable day. Well, maybe not quite interminable. But definitely overlong. Without much thought, he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and spun in about in his hands a couple times, feeling the sensation of the textured case against his skin.
Dinner had been a success, such as it could be, anyway. He had impressed himself with just how fast he managed to throw things together when he went into slight (well, maybe more than slight) panic mode.
The ice cream had been a success as well. He had to admit, Cherry Chip was a pretty good flavor. He still wasn’t sure whether he had tried it before or not, but he was glad he had definitively tried it now. Rei had also enjoyed it, which was an added plus. In fact, their mother had even had a bowl, something altogether unexpected. Apparently, Cherry Chip ice cream was one of the sweets she would indulge in. Didn’t see that coming. All in all, the majority of the pint was no more.
Powering on his phone, Shinji was faced with another choice for the evening. Unlike his earlier ice cream deliberation, however, this cerebration was of a cursory duration. After a few seconds, he had composed the text, and was hovering over the send button. Alright. Let’s do this. He tapped the icon.
Shinji I.: Thanks for the recommendation. It was a good choice! Lol. This is Shinji, btw.
The response to his message came swiftly. Wow, he must type fast.
Kaworu A.: Happy to be of service. I’m glad it worked out.
Shinji found a smile edging its way across his lips. Maybe, in spite of everything, today wasn’t such a bad day after all.
#evangelion#fanfic#kawoshin#shinji ikari#kaworu nagisa#shinji x kaworu#neon genesis evangelion#eva#fanfiction#high school au
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whoa | kth ft. jjk (m.)
synopsis
↳a bet between you and the infamous skater in town: kim taehyung, is made to get him off of your back once and for all. but the turn of events takes you by surprise, making you feel like whoa!
→part of the bring it back collection!
— 1970’s!au
→pairing: rollerskater!kim taehyung x high school student!female reader
↳featuring: coworker!jeon jungkook
→genre: smut, pwp, crack (highkey this time)
→word count: 4.7k+
→contents ⨯ warnings: basically just a bunch of horny students exploring themselves (yes, everyone in this fic is of legal age ok plz don’t come after me), tae is a total dom with a big dick (IDC what anyone says!! TAE’S cock IS HUGE. he literally RADIATES BDE. don’t @ me), JK is such a dork (what a fucking bunny), also: subby JK, a hint of comedy (more like MC’s insulting each other), just filthy bathroom oral sex (f + m receiving), threesome, some TAEKOOK action (yes, i said it) deepthroating, breathplay, squirting, fingering, pussy/ass slapping, cum swallowing, snowballing (oops)
a/n: srsly this is PORN!!! just another SLUTTY & unedited smut fic with -0.0000% plot & SO rushed just because I’m a SLUT for BANGTAN & I’m so COCKHUNGRY for these BEASTS & I’M NOT ashamed!! (plz SEND HELP) FORGIVE ME.
song rec: “whoa” by snoh aalegra
Ugh.
How much you hate him is beyond words. He always stumbles in the local skating rink you work at, flashing that cheesy, boxy grin of his at all the cooing gals around town. Especially on the weekends, when you work. With it being your last year of high school (finally), you’re an 18 year old, (soon to be graduate) within a month, and you’d decided to pick up a part-time job for some cash to purchase your prom dress when the time comes. Sadly, your job only pays you $2.50/hr to deal with Taehyung Kim’s dumb shit. He’s always showing off in the rink, shooting those dumb finger guns, paired with a wink, at the dense gals out on the floor — constantly performing exaggerated spins and backwards skating techniques.
So lame.
Not just that, but the idiot always staggers into the rink sporting some fancy looking, silky blouse with aviator sunglasses, creased slacks, and those dumb strands he styles into a mullet. Who dresses like that anyway? Surely not anyone within your age bracket. He never even bothers to rent the rollerskates you guys have, always bringing his own pair (the gold ones, yes ew. gold. what an old man) — clearly a cheap fucker.
Can’t stand it.
Not just his promiscuous tendencies, but you’re about one more “Hey Toots,” away from clocking out of your shift forever. Yet, here you are again. Working the closing shift. On a Saturday.
Your figure slumped over on the counter, nearby the numerous rows of roller skates behind you. You deliberately chew your Dubble Bubble gum, a large bubble forming from your mouth with much force from your lungs.
Pop.
Your coworker, Jungkook, arrives with a gum scraper in hand looking dorky as usual.
“Alright, that one family with like a dozen kids just left. And fuck have I had my daily dose of gum scraping for today!”
You’re not even sure why Jungkook is within your perimeter, considering that he’s in charge of working at the Snack Zone section of the skating rink. He who is also an annoying brat — forever complaining about kids spilling mountains of their popcorn everywhere or teenagers manhandling the arcade joystick games, which causes for a call to schedule the maintenance guy, in hopes he’d come to the rescue. Or even worse, when children have too much to eat and their undigested meal ends up somewhere out on the floor or inside the rink. Which in return results in parents threatening to have you all fired, because as you quote one time a customer shouted: “You’re all nothing but a buncha lazy, no-good-for-shits!”
But hey, you both work at a skating rink. What else could he expect?
Jungkook pauses, noticing your attention elsewhere, and he follows your line of vision. All eyes on Taehyung.
Just look at him. All flirty and dumb-looking.
“Geez. Why don’t you just go ahead and suck his dick while you’re at it?” Jungkook yells over the blaring music of The Bee Gees now playing on the wanky stereo of the establishment.
Your attention draws quickly to the idiot standing next to you, your eyebrows furrowing in response. You take the opportunity to pinch him on his arm.
“Ow! What the hell?!” He screeches, rubbing the area you’d attacked, paired with a pout of his lips.
Turning around with your back facing the counter, you retort,
“Spare me! Besides, I wouldn’t suck Taehyung’s dick even if he were the last man on Earth and my life depended on giving blowjobs. And I mean it!”
Jungkook takes a thick gulp. The shocked, deer-like expression on his face persuading you to turn your gaze where his eyes meet, and sure enough there was Taehyung Kim. His elbows bent and leaned over the counter, tipping his stupid sunglasses down onto his nose — eyeing you up and down with that stupid smirk he always dishes out.
“Hey Toots,” He slips, with his deep-baritone voice and a wiggle of his eyebrows that causes you to cringe — fists and teeth clenching in reply.
“What do you want, Taehyung?” You ask with a hint of attitude in your tone. Your arms folding in response to his usual tactic, having grown used to it by now. Noticing your uptight form, he lifts from the counter and straightens up, blowing a whistle with his lips in an “o” shape.
“Feisty,” he adds, his tongue peeks out to glide across his bottom lip. You take note of the action, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
“I like it.” You’d hope your cheeks didn’t give away your sudden embarrassment at his comment. An awkward silence falls upon you both, all while he conceals his deep stare onto you from behind those glasses. Your eyes narrowing in on the male’s form in front of you. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat, capturing both of yours attention.
“What the hell was that?” You roll your eyes so hard, you’re sure you’ll have a headache in three… two… one…
“What’s gotten you so ‘worked up’ today, hm?” He emphasizes the worked up part, as if he knows you so well. His form leaning against the counter again, a failed attempt to get closer to you. Your gaze turns toward him with a dissatisfied expression, immediately jerking your head back.
“As if! Why are you even here? Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Like, like-” You scan your surroundings attempting to find anything that’ll persuade Taehyung to leave.
Bingo.
To your left, near the lockers, a group of blondes giggling and cooing over the idiot talking to you.
“Like with them! They are totally checking you out.” You emphasize with your eyebrows, and Taehyung follows your eyesight, also taking note of said girls. He tips his sunglasses and winks at them all, resulting in screeches and more coos from them. You cringe at the sight of it, wishing you had your attention set elsewhere.
“See? You should just go over there. They’re literally calling your name,” You probe in hopes he’d just leave you the hell alone. The aura of his stroked ego on the verge of suffocating you if he stays even a minute longer.
He hesitates.
“Hmm… Don’t really feel like it.” His gaze turns to you yet again.
You’re seething. You can’t even believe the audacity of him right now.
“Besides…” He continues, leaning further in to meet your eyes.
“A little birdie somewhere told me that,” he runs his fingers through his mullet, “A feisty thing wouldn’t give this stud a blowjob, even if its life depended on it.” Your cheeks are on fire at this point, but you don’t give in. You refuse to be patronized by the whore himself. Just as you were about to retaliate with a damn good comeback, Jungkook rudely interrupts.
“If I were “birdie,” I’d say “it” is lying.” Your gaze snaps toward him with furrowed eyebrows. He holds his hands up, as if surrendering to your harsh gaze. Taehyung grins that dumb, boxy smile of his.
“You’re not helping, Jungkook!” You roll your eyes at him and focus on the cocky eldest.
Taking a deep breath, you slip,
“That’s right. It won’t give you the time of day to suck your dick. Besides, you wouldn’t even last for a good 5 minutes.” He scoffs, impressed by your assumption. But also intrigued at your “play hard to get” persona. He contemplates if he should test the waters, his hormones taking the wheel.
“Well,” He begins, cheeks hurting from the wide grin shown on his face. You watch in disgust as he continues, “Why won’t it make a bet then, huh?”
“Pshhh, are you kidding? For what? And what’s in it for it?” Your arms crossing in your stance. His fingers tap against the glass, display counter, as if he’s thinking. His gold rings shining in the ambience.
“If it can make me cum in 5 minutes-” You cut him off instantly.
“Then you will leave it alone forever!” He nods slowly in response, somewhat hesitant.
“Okay… And if it can’t make me cum in 5 minutes, then I get to stay. As I please.” Taehyung grins, extending his hand out. You follow his motion, interlocking your hand with his.
“Tonight. It does this tonight, after closing. Deal?” You demand, Taehyung replies: “Deal.”
Great. Jungkook’s sudden, overly absurd slurping from his Slurpee cup cues his presence is still here. Some part of you ponders how his beverage suddenly appeared.
“Kook, why don’t you help us?” You ask, having thought of an idea.
The slurping abruptly stops. He stares between the two of you with those doe-like eyes, clearly dumbfounded. Taehyung’s eyebrows rise up, obviously he’s amused.
“Woah there, Toots. Didn’t know you were that kinky-”
Your palm finds its way up, cutting him off, “Please,” you retort. You turn your gaze to Jungkook who’s awaiting your appraisal.
“Do you still have that stopwatch your grandfather gave you?”
With wide eyes and his lips still wrapped around his straw, he shakes his head in a “yes” gesture.
“Good,” You smirk. Although you hate Taehyung with all your guts, you refuse to miss out on this opportunity. Once and for all, you want him to vanish from your sight. To be gone and not bother you anymore. And if it means you have to get on your knees and get to work, then why not? At least, he’ll be gone from your life just as you wished.
Next thing you know, you’re on your knees, in the girls bathroom, with Taehyung towering above you, his arms crossed, lips quirked, and bulge slightly poking within his slacks. He leans on the wall, having placed his sunglasses in the middle split of his blouse. You take a thick gulp, attempting to ease the dryness in your throat.
“I’m waiting, Toots.” He coos with that smirk on his face.
Fuck.
How did you get yourself in this situation?
“Now, Kook!” You command the youngest who stands outside of the bathroom door. His thumb pressing the top, start button on the stopwatch to begin the time. Inside, you quickly unbuckle Taehyung’s belt. He helps to unloosen his trousers, dropping them to the ground in one swift. His tight, bright green briefs on full display, showcasing his slender legs. You can clearly see the outline of his cock, which sends a surge of something straight to your core. Your fingers find placement on the band of his briefs, pulling them down past his knees. His lengthy, member sneaks out — semi-hard. You lick your lips while wrapping your fingers around him, preparing to devour his lower half. You can’t believe you’re about to suck Taehyung’s dick. Seriously, why were you even born in this generation?
“4 minutes!” Jungkook warns, eyes glued to the ticking time.
Shit.
You take that as a cue to lick one stripe from Taehyung’s balls to the tip of his cock. He groans in response, head falling back at the feel of your warm, wet tongue painting your saliva onto his member. You continue licking along his shaft, stopping at the head and making sure to wrap your lips around him there. He loves when you do that, and you know this because he hisses, his cock now fully erect, and you adore how thick and long he is. You faintly taste the salty flavor of the precum that seeps from his slit. His hand snakes onto your hair, grasping your head to guide you further down his cock. He relentlessly bucks forward, desperate to journey himself further down your throat. Completely caught off guard, you grab ahold of his thighs and give in to Taehyung fucking your throat.
“Ahh, fuck!” He slips, glaring down at you gagging on his cock. His eyes shut instantly, a hidden attempt at not trying to cum so quickly.
“3 minutes!”
Jungkook’s warning fuels Taehyung to slow his motions, not wanting to make himself cum yet, courtesy of the bet. But it feels nostalgic for him. The other part of him doesn’t want to stop, not having control of his hips thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your saliva drenches his cock and drips down to his balls, your eyes close naturally to focus on not dying from choking on him. Your nails dig into his flesh and graze along his thighs, somewhat a warning that you need to come up for air. But he wants..
Needs a release.
“That’s right, sweet thing. Don’t stop.” The fact you’re on your knees, submitting and literally choking on this idiot’s dick sends an odd sentiment to your core yet again. Maybe it’s just your hormones? Because you still hate him.
Oh, how much you hate him.
But, Taehyung aches to cum all over your face, to release himself into your mouth or wherever you please just so he can rid that pang deep within his groin. You scratch faster, leaving behind trails of your markings, you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out if you’re not let up. You force Taehyung’s thighs with a push, and you’re finally released from his grip on your hair and his cock in your mouth. You fall back, gasping for air and coughing as your chest heaves and tears stream down your cheeks.
“What are you trying to kill me or what?” You retort, wiping your eyes and gazing up at his lanky figure, gradually gaining your breathing pattern back to normal.
“2 minutes!” Taehyung heaves, his chest rising and falling. You take a moment to regather yourself and bring your thoughts together to continue.
“Fuck,” Taehyung slips, while taking a deep breath. You inch toward him, wrapping your fingers around him to pump his shaft a few times. Strands of Taehyung’s hair stick to his forehead, a result from perspiring, he snakes his hand into your hair, petting you softly as if you’re a cat. Your remaining hand lands on top of his thigh, feeling them flinch slightly as you encase your lips encase around the head of his cock, closing in on the flesh and sucking harshly. Your tongue glides around the mushroom-shaped tip, spreading your saliva all around and teasing his slit. He flinches again, clearly turned on and on the verge of an orgasm. You hurry yourself with one goal:
Make Taehyung Kim cum.
You relax yourself and ease him further and further down your throat, but this time you force your eyes to remain open. His length rubs against the flesh of your mouth, your tongue gliding under his shaft. You continue to keep your eyes focused on his, almost as if you’re staring into his soul. Tears prick from your eyes, liquid forming past your lids yet.
Keep watching him.
“1 minute!”
It’s almost as if that sudden warning sparked something in you, persuading you to instantly make Taehyung cum. Your tongue finds its path down to his balls, sucking them softly and caressing them ever so gently. You glide your tongue back onto him and gag on his cock yet again, thrusting your mouth back and forth repeatedly. He moans and groans, thighs suddenly trembling as his hand pushes harsher on your head; he fucks himself back into your mouth. Taehyung had always liked teasing and bothering you. He admired how annoyed and flustered you get around him, which gave him all the more reason he’s in “la la land” by having your mouth filled with him entirely. He’s convinced it’s probably the only way he could get you to shut up. Unfortunately, on your end, it’s the opposite. Taehyung still won’t shut his mouth. In fact, it’s open right now. And your name (yes, your actual name) falls from his lips. And not just once, or twice, but numerous times.
“Fuck! I-I’m going to-” He can’t finish his sentence, but you’re aware of his warning, a coy smirk appearing on your face. His fingers wrap around himself as he pumps furiously, his grip on your head still present as he aims straight into your mouth. His erect cock stiffens itself and the sudden rush of an orgasm washes over him entirely. His thighs tremble as his cum shoots rapidly down your throat, in streams of white.
“Alright time’s up, guys!” Jungkook cues. He awaits the arrival of you both from the bathroom. After a few beats and…
Nothing.
“Guys?”
He presses his ear against the cold, metal of the door and hears faint sounds of moaning. He double checks the time on the stopwatch, surely he wasn’t off. But being the curious dork he is, Jungkook decides to push open the door. As he rounds the corner, to his right, he finds your figure leaned against the wall with Taehyung buried between your legs. He makes out the shape of Taehyung’s head moving left and right furiously, clearly he was eating you out. Jungkook’s mouth gapes open and eyes widen at the sight. Your now audible moans rushing through his eardrums, shooting straight to his cock. Taehyung’s obscene slurping on your pussy echoes throughout the ambience. Almost like a gravitational pull, Jungkook treads slowly toward the two of you.
“Always wanted to eat this little pussy of yours.” He pauses, his fingers run along your folds, he stops at your clit to give you a harsh slap, making your thighs tremble in response. He wraps his lips around your clit again, rolls his tongue around the bud and continues in between breaths, “I see the way you always watch me out on the rink. Bet you couldn’t wait for an opportunity like this.”
Your eyes shut instantly, hips bucking forward against Taehyung’s tongue. He glides along your folds and dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with the muscle. Your fingers trail into his loose strands, grazing his scalp as your thighs tremble slightly due to his actions. Your eyes peer open at the sight of Jungkook watching you both like a peeping Tom. You giggle at the sight of his “deer in headlights” expression. Taehyung laps at your clit, and wraps his lips around the bud, sucking harshly as you did with the head of his cock earlier.
“Ungh, mmm Taehyung,” you moan in between breaths, feeling the approach of your orgasm deep within your gut. He peers up into your gaze, relishing in your fucked out expression as he sucks your clit. Jungkook rubs the impending boner that’s hidden behind the fabric of his work jeans. Taehyung pulls away and takes note of Jungkook’s aching tension. You whimper at the loss of his slick tongue.
“What are you doing- Fucking idiot! Why’d you stop?!” You whine like a little child, with a pout of your lips. Taehyung gestures a “come here” motion to Jungkook.
The youngest hesitates for a moment, silently contemplating what the hell is going on but the desperate heat boiling inside of him cries for a release.
“Have a taste, Kookie.” Taehyung eases Jungkooks shoulders down to kneel along with him, his frontal set at an eye-level view of your pussy — that glistens of your juices mixed with Taehyung’s saliva. Jungkook peers up at the elder, and Taehyung winks back while sneaking his hand on the back of Jungkook’s head, forcing him to feast on your cunt. Kook’s hands fall onto the wall behind you, attempting to keep some leverage due to the sudden action. His nose is met nuzzling your clit while his lips suck on your soaked pussy lips.
Taehyung hisses, his hand applying more pressure.
“That’s right, Kookie. Eat her up.”
Jungkook moans in response, having no choice but to take you into his mouth and follow Tae’s demands. His tongue darts out, slithering along your folds, and the vibration from his moaning courses through you. Your hand finds its way into his chocolate strands, pulling and tugging while he eats you as if he’d been starved the entire day, which to you partly doesn’t make sense since he’s in charge of the Snack Zone.
“Oh, fuck! J-Jungkook, ahh!” Your head falls against the wall behind you, the coil in the pit of your tummy on the verge of cumming, that is, when you feel an odd slight tinge of something cold paired with someones finger inserting your cunt. You lift your gaze down to find Taehyung has slipped one of his ring-covered fingers inside of you. He taps your inner thigh to motion your legs to spread further apart, and you follow suit. Jungkook watches in eagerness, grazing his nails up and down your thighs. He takes initiative to lick your clit while Tae fingers you relentlessly.
“Want you to cum for us.” Taehyung eases a second finger and rams back and forth repeatedly, hitting that spot within your walls that has you finally tipping over the edge, combined with Jungkook’s small, pouty-like lips wrapped around your clit and sucking on for dear life. With his opposite hand, Taehyung grips your ass cheek and lands a harsh smack onto your bottom.
“Fucking cum for us, Toots.” In an instant, a shockwave of pleasure immerses within you, your body begins trembling of your orgasm. Your moans turn into an inaudible scream, and suddenly gushes of your arousal sprinkle all over Tae’s and Kook’s clothes and just a tad on their faces. The liquid flows down your thighs, the remaining dripping onto the floor of the restroom. Jungkook takes you by surprise, as he licks up your juices that continue down your legs. You shudder in response, Taehyung follows and licks your other leg, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs.
Jungkook pulls away, taking a deep breath, “Fuck, that was hot.” You notice the tent that’s grown within Jungkook’s jeans, your pussy throbs at the sight. And then by surprise, Taehyung runs his hand over the bulge, pressing into Jungkook’s clothed erection, his eyes widen at the sudden contact.
“What? Think I don’t notice you either, Kookie?” Your mouth flies open at the sight. Taehyung presses his lips to Jungkook’s, his tongue easing into his mouth instantly. Jungkook moans within the kiss, his hands finding their way into Tae’s mullet. The lewd sounds of their lips smacking draws you in further, also wanting a taste. As if he’d read your mind, Taehyung breaks the kiss, noticing your reaction.
“Aw, somebody is feeling left out hm?” His hand laces with yours, pulling you closer to them both. He pushes the back of you and Jungkook’s heads to have your lips meet together. He sets on his knees to unbutton Jungkook’s jeans, while you pull away from the kiss to join Taehyung, giving him a quick few pecks of your own. Jungkook watches in amusement, his cock rock hard and leaking within his briefs. Taehyung takes the lead and unbuttons Jungkook’s jeans, pulling the zipper down. You aid in the removal of his pants, pulling them all the way down past his knees, and you marvel at Jungkook’s toned thighs.
“Whoa, Kook,” You smooth your hands along his thighs, his soft, supple skin feels like silk under your fingertips. He blushes at your compliment.
“You like?” He teases, flexing his muscles. You tease back, kissing his obvious bulge through his briefs. He sucks his teeth, rutting forward. Taehyung rubs him before pulling the band of his underwear all the way down and….
Plop.
Jungkook’s cock springs up, with a thin line of precum leaking from the rosy-shade tinted, tip.
“Fuck,” Taehyung slips, licking his lips.
You also lick your lips at the sight. Before you could even think to touch him, Taehyung grasps his length, stroking in a slow manner. Jungkook’s moan that slips, and you take that as a sign to kiss along his thighs. Taehyung continues to stroke, admiring the thick vein that protrudes along his shaft. You grasp Jungkook’s ass cheek, gripping and rubbing the firm tissue.
Slap.
“Ungh!”
Holy shit, he likes it.
Slap.
He moans again, biting his lower lip. And…
His lips part in a hurry, paired with furrowed brows. You know he’s going to moan again, his chest suddenly pauses from breathing. You look to your left and Tae has his tongue swirling around the head of Jungkook’s dick. He pulls away and teases with another kitten lick.
Finally…
He wraps his gorgeous lips around the tip, and the euphoric tone of Jungkook’s deep, breathy moan fills your ears like a melody.
“Oh, fuck. Mmm- fuck.”
Jungkook’s head falls back with his eyes shut. Taehyung takes his thick, throbbing member down his throat. He uses his free hand to grab Kook’s other ass cheek, granting a harsh smack just as he did with you. You note Jungkook’s adam’s apple bobbing as he gasps for air, thrusting himself into Tae’s mouth. You never knew a neck could look so hot, combined with his sharp jawline being a killer. Some sick part of you wants to see that asshole Tae choke on Jungkook. So, you find yourself pushing the back of his head, pressing him further down his length. The gag sound that emits from Taehyung’s throat makes your core quiver. His spit draws out, soaking Kook’s member.
“That’s right, fucking take it,” You coo, cherishing the act of these two idiots pleasing themselves. Taehyung hums, the vibrations sending a wave of sensations through Jungkook.
“Ah, fuck- Keep- Doing that, you’re going to make me cum so fast!”
Your grip pulls Tae by his strands, forcing him off. Now panting for his breath, he wipes the wet residue from his mouth. Now it’s your turn. Your lips wrap around Kook’s thickness, loving the warmth of Tae’s saliva already having coated him. Just as you did, Taehyung pushes you further in, making you choke slightly. You relax your throat, taking Jungkook all the way in, who you can’t understand how his cock manages to fit in you, considering how thick he is. Jungkook focuses on you with wide eyes, appreciating your form taking him all the way in.
You pull away with a pop and grip his member, stroking him with one hand while licking from his balls to the underside of his shaft. Taehyung joins you to suck his balls, and you both take turns teasing Kook’s head. Jungkook’s fingers find their place on the top of your heads, guiding you and Taehyung, as both of your tongues glide along each side of his shaft. His thighs begin contracting, an indication that his orgasm is approaching. His gaped mouth serving as evidence.
“Cum in our mouths, Kookie.” You and Taehyung open up, your tongues and throats on full display.
“I-I, fuck. I’m cumming.”
With his eyes shut, Jungkook grips whoever’s hair he can, jerking himself off. Spurts of his yummy cum streams into your mouth, coating your tongue with an undetectable flavor. He lets out a shuddering moan, his lower abdomen contracting as his orgasm takes him over. You hold his cum in your mouth, closing it shut. Taehyung has his mouth open and it’s almost as if you both can read each other’s minds. You peer over and open your mouth over Tae’s, releasing the lewd mixture of your saliva paired with Jungkook’s cum.
Taehyung moans at the sentiment, holding for a brief moment to add his own fluid to the concoction. He stands on his two feet, and Jungkook watches with an exhausted look in his eyes, somewhat curious of his next actions. Taehyung rises his eyebrows, as if a silent demand to open. Jungkook stills for a moment and catches on quicker than you thought. With the difference in height, he squats a little and reveals his throat to the eldest. Taehyung leans down and closed their lips, releasing the substance of your fluids, his fluids, and the youngest’s cum.
Jungkook seals his mouth shut.
“Swallow it.” Taehyung demands with a stern tone, his voice somewhat raspy and also fucked out but still deep as usual. Kookie makes no choice but to obey, like the good little, boy he is.
He takes a thick gulp — the mixed secretions now having flushed through and inside him.
“Good,” Tae expresses.
“Whoa,” You add, dazing into a daydream and slightly drained from tonight’s ventures.
The three of you remain in silence, an awkward tension filling up the space. Jungkook seems to have noticed, having pulled his garments back on as if signaling his departure. Then, the reminder that you can’t find your panties dawns on you. Clearly, Tae took them and probably has them stuffed in his stupid slacks. But before stepping out, Kook breaks the silence.
“So much for a bet, right?” He blurts out with a slick smirk.
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Miraculous Death Note
Now before I begin, the only real thing carrying over from Death Note is the Death Note itself.
Oh. And it’s going to be kind of dark. Which is a given, considering it DOES involve a Death Note.
DARKNESS LIES BEYOND THIS POINT!
It turns out that at some point shortly before the whole “Hawk Moth” conflict, Plagg got a little petty at one point. Maybe he was jealous of all the attention Tikki was getting. Maybe he was annoyed with her attitude? Maybe they got into an argument and someone threw out an off-handed comment that Plagg can’t actually create anything except chaos and destruction?
To which Plagg replies: “WATCH ME!”
And thus Plagg, the kwami of destruction and bad luck managed to actually create something.
His creation just happened to be a Death Note. Which is naturally a source of chaos and destruction.
“Oops.”
He would never hear the end of it from Tikki or the others if they found out, so Plagg took it upon himself to quietly get rid of the cursed item.
But it’s Plagg, so he just sort of looks around briefly for anything that stands out before seeing a nearby river. He figures that’s about as good a place as any to ditch it. After all, the book is useless if it gets wet, right?
Now to be fair, it was a good idea. In theory. There were just a few minor details Plagg failed to take into account.
For one, they are already in Paris by this point, so the “river” in question happens to be the Seine. Which is a fairly popular and thus populated area.
For another, Plagg just dropped the Death Note from a height and flew off without checking to see where exactly the book landed.
In any other universe, the Death Note WOULD have landed in the Seine so this would all be a non-issue and thus much less interesting. But in THIS particular universe, a rather unlucky burst of wind hit at the right time and from the right direction just enough to send the Death Note landing on concrete instead of water.
“What’s this?”
And in front of an as of yet unaware soon to be owner of what might very well be the most dangerous artifact the world may never know.
Luka Couffaine was a normal teen. And an all around good guy. Certainly not someone with a god complex like another certain someone we could mention. Or two. Or three, if you count Kira.
As such, given that he is most certainly NOT a complete monster, when Luka found the Death Note and read through the rules, he did the relatively smart thing and promptly decided he was NOT messing with that. Nope. Not even going to test it “just to be sure”.
Of course, the word “relatively” is used because he doesn’t outright throw it in the Seine. To be fair, he wasn’t sure it could be destroyed and he was rather worried about what might happen if he should try. All the same, he wasn’t about to see it be used and possibly cause harm, even if by accident.
So instead, he put the thing in a box and hid it in his room, fully intent on ignoring its existence until he could find a more permanent place to hide it where it would never be used.
...that wasn’t to say he wasn’t tempted at times, though.
Like say, finding out his sister had been locked in a bathroom and cheated out of her place in her class picture because of a certain bully.
Or learning that said bully stole a Miraculous and almost crashed a train in order to show off.
Or dealing with his father in a more permanent fashion in case he ever tries to show his sorry face again.
Then there was this new girl who appeared. Lila Rossi.
He knew she was lying. Manipulating and enthralling everyone around her, including his own sister.
But every time, he held back. Always reminding himself of what was right or wrong. And in each instance, he always felt he made the right choice not to act, regardless of whether or not the Death Note would actually work.
The closest he had ever come to fully WANTING to use it was during the whole scandal with Bob Roth. Seeing XY taking credit for his music was bad enough. Seeing them also steal Marinette’s designs was somehow worse. But it was threatening her that made him see red and changed the melodies in his life into a discordant screech.
It was fortunate, perhaps, that he had been akumatized at that time. And it had all worked out, with everyone safe and the truth made known. He had even been able to confess his feelings to Marinette, something he had been wanting to do.
And he told himself that this was proof that things could work out. It was a sign that no Death Note was necessary. And furthermore that it should never be used.
...Then Miracle Queen happened.
That brat of a mayor’s daughter betrayed everyone. She agreed to help the madman terrorizing their city and willingly took on an akuma. She took control of everyone in the city, including himself. He only hoped Marinette had been spared, as what Miracle Queen had inflicted on him was not something he ever wanted her to have to experience.
But the worst part? Despite the chances Ladybug had given her, she had turned her back on the hero for her own selfish gain. And furthermore, she revealed every single Miraculous user Ladybug had ever called on for aid, forced them to fight for her, and had nearly gotten people killed. All for the sake of her own ego.
And not once had she shown any remorse.
He was angry, certainly.
He was tempted, yes.
And given how things turned out all right with Ladybug and Chat Noir winning in the end, he could very well have let it go just as he had with every other instance.
Except...
There was Marinette, breaking down in front of him. Looking lost and oh so pained by burdens she couldn’t share.
Except...
There was Marinette, sad and grieving after the events of that day, but unable to talk to him or anyone else about it.
Except...
There was Marinette, who right before his eyes disappeared in a burst of pink light only to be replaced with none other than Ladybug.
The hero of Paris who had put herself on the line for them all.
Who was so burdened by her role and responsibilities.
Who had lost what little support she’d had and now felt truly alone.
Marinette. Who was Ladybug. Who was Marinette. Who he loved.
Who was suffering because of that damn brat!
It was enough to break even the greatest of patience.
She betrayed everyone, he thought as he went to his room.
She stole the Miraculous twice, he thought as he reached his bed.
She’d created more akumas than any other person, he thought as he pulled out a simple-looking shoebox.
She willingly let herself be akumatized and tried to do it again, he thought as he opened the box.
She agreed to work with the one terrorizing the city, he thought as he took out the precious artifact inside.
She revealed the other Miraculous users and forced them to do her bidding, he thought as he took the book to his desk.
She had been tormenting everyone for years, he thought as he opened the book.
She hurt his sister, he thought as he grabbed a pen.
She hurt Marinette, he thought as he placed the pen to paper, marring the once clear and pristine page.
Honestly, he would be doing the world a favor.
She deserved this. If there was any justice...if ever he needed justification, surely this was more than enough.
And it would be for the best...it would be better for everyone...
...wouldn’t it?
He paused.
Could he really do this?
Real or not...could he live with himself if he actually tried this?
...
A single thought formed.
She made him hurt Marinette.
Within seconds, the first name was written in the book.
CHLOE BOURGEOIS
Little bumble bee, little bumble bee
Buzzing around, causing such a buzz
Let's see you be crushed by your dreams
He releases a breath, feeling a strange sense of relief.
Of course nothing happens.
Of course it was just a normal book.
Of course it doesn’t actually kill people.
Of course...
But at the very least, Luka no longer felt the rage.
He was still upset with Chloe, certainly. She was a vile person who had done horrible things. Hurt the city. Hurt Marinette. Time and time again. And despite all the second chances she had been offered and all the people who truly tried to help her, even defend her...even as she only hurt them in return.
It was such a waste.
At the very least, he’d gotten the feelings out and avoided being made into an akuma himself. It was too dangerous, especially with Hawk Moth being aware of his identity and even moreso with what he now knew about Ladybug.
About Marinette...
It was just a normal book. Nothing more. His writing a name and method of death hadn’t done anything. It just allowed him to vent and work out the stress. That was all, and that was even enough. But perhaps he should stick to music from here on out though.
Because a book couldn’t kill people. That was just silly.
And when Luka learned a few days later that Chloe Bourgeois suddenly died when that stupid bee signal of hers was to be replaced with a fancier version by her demand, and that new one accidentally fell on her?
Surely it was just coincidence.
#ml fic#ml crossover#death note#bad things happen#ml dark#dark luka#miracle queen spoilers#miracle queen aftermath#some people are still angry about that
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Flight of the Bomble Bee Ch. 1: Troubleshooting
Summary: Logan and Ethan take their new apprentices out to test equipment, and fail to not get themselves in trouble.
Chapters: 1, 2
In retrospect, Logan knew that taking Tubbo as an apprentice wasn’t the wisest decision. Not only was he a former young criminal, but he was completely unpredictable.
Tubbo had taken some thought on his superhero name: Bumble Bee. He enjoyed tinkering and threatening to test explosives in random parts of the city or the superhero base.
He reminded Logan a bit too much of the Duke on some days, but there were other days when Logan got to bask in the company of another scientist. Days when Tubbo would sit in Bing’s workshop with Logan and the other androids and he would tinker or build things. Tommy would come in and out to pester Tubbo and the young man would brush him off in the pursuit of trying to finish whatever he was building.
After a week or two of tinkering, Logan was rewarded for his patience with Tubbo by being the first to see Tubbo’s finished products.
Tommy was the second because Tubbo had spent his time building himself and Tommy streamlined superhero suits. Tommy’s was outfitted with speakers so he could play music if he wanted or shoot out concussive blasts of air. Tubbo’s fit a brown and black theme with all kinds of pockets and patches for him to hide all types of weapons and explosives. Then he started working on a third one that was a midnight black color that Logan initially — incorrectly — assumed was going to be Ghostbur’s outfit.
Tommy and Tubbo went out on a patrol with Ethan and the Core Sides. Ranboo had come to join their group because Tubbo was there, and what the heroes didn’t know is that the three teens were a bit of a package deal. Ranboo had wanted to check on Tubbo for a myriad of reasons, at first from a distance, and then he disappeared and reappeared a bit less human, and started walking with the group and just watching Tubbo and Tommy arguing.
Thomas came with in a new prototype suit that Logan had built for him, he was hesitant, but excited for a calmer mission. The new hero was more than a little excited for superhero missions, and had chosen the name: Iridescence. His outfit having a rainbow theme to it. Mostly to troubleshoot Tubbo’s new suits in the field. Even though Tubbo was spending half the time hijacking Tommy’s speakers so he could play his own playlists.
“Fook[1] you, man,” Tommy shoved Tubbo away from him as “Killer Queen” was playing on full blast from Tommy’s new speakers. “Play it from yer[2] own damn shit.”
“Nah, I didn’t wanna[3] bog down my own equipment with a speaker system, that’s what I got you fer[4],” Tubbo smiled, headbutting Tommy’s arm and side affectionately.
“Oh, fook[1] off,” Tommy rolled his eyes and stomped off to stand next to Ethan.
“What now?” Tommy smiled at Ethan.
“We got permission to test your suits in King’s park,” Ethan answered.
“What, like city hall had ta[5] give the okay fer[4] this?” Tubbo asked, sounding a bit confused. He walked a bit faster to catch up with Tommy.
“No, from King,” Ethan corrected. “Didn’t used to need one, but even since Phantom showed up, King said he needed to send a good message. So it’s mostly a formality.”
“King’s one ‘a[6] the Entity’s kids, isn’t he?” Tubbo asked, looking back at Logan.
“Yes,” Logan answered. “Although he has been very diligent about working with us for many years now. His loyalty is not to be called into question.”
“Nah, I wasn’t gonna[7], family don’t mean shit, I get that,” Tubbo defended.
Logan mentally paused, there was a lot of charged emotion to metaphorically unpack in that statement. A lot of history that Logan didn’t think he’d even fully be trusted with.
“Oh no, Dark and King are close, but King’s on our side,” Patton tried to explain with a huge smile.
Logan quickly diverted the conversation to talking about the details of the sparring match. Which Virgil lost interest in, but he was noticing that Ranboo’s nervousness and apprehension wasn’t calming down. He was glancing at Tubbo and only seemed to be getting more highly strung. So Virgil tried to calm him down, even though he was awful at small talk.
“So, does everyone in the SMP take a class on shapeshifting?” Virgil asked Ranboo.
“Kinda,”[8] Ranboo admitted. “I was never really good at it, though.”
“You look fine to me,” Virgil told him.
“Thanks, but I can’t change my mouth, or my colors,” Ranboo confessed, pointing to his face mask. “I don’t know why there’s only so much my magic can do.”
“I’ll keep my eye on him, don’t worry,” Roman smiled, answering some comment that Logan and Tubbo had made about Ranboo. The two groups broke apart and quickly Roman cast an illusion so that Virgil, Thomas, and Roman could switch to their civilian outfits in secret with magic. They would have used more caution but Ranboo had already met them in both civilian and superhero outfits, so there was little point.
As they walked back to the other heroes, and loitered outside the park, watching Logan and Patton start the sparring match. Tommy quickly got a bit too rough and excited in the fight.
“Wanna[3] escape the madness?” Virgil offered Ranboo, leaning over.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Ranboo agreed uneasily.
“Good,” Roman smiled. “Virge, find Thomas a nice spot in the park. We’ll be along shortly.”
Virgil rolled his eyes, “I’ll find a nice haunted spot next to the sewers.”
“No! Desist!” Roman ordered as Virgil chuckled before pushing Thomas into the park. Thomas looked confused.
Virgil cackled a little but as Roman was following them, he realized that Ranboo wasn’t taking a step into the park. He was glancing around and the young demon looked like someone was going to spring out of a bush and attack him.
“You alright?” Roman asked.
“Dark attacked me when I first walked into Egoton,” Ranboo explained. “I was trying to get groceries and I didn’t know where the boundaries were. I . . .”
Roman stared at Ranboo for a bit before calling out, “King!”
Almost immediately the animal magnet dropped out of a nearby tree, his squirrels scurrying around him. Ranboo stared at King in alarm and took a step back.
“King, meet Ranboo, his significant other works with us and he would like to enter your park,” Roman smiled.
“The SMP can go fuck themselves, but I’ll make an exception for him because he looks very polite,” King told Roman, pointing at Ranboo.
“Uhh, thanks,” Ranboo told him, and cautiously took a step into the park, and when he didn’t get yelled at or attacked, he took another.
“I can see why Dark targeted you,” King hummed. “You just radiate a certain energy.”
“What energy’s that?” Ranboo walked over to Roman and King.
“The kind that gets you killed or surprise adopted depending on his mood,” King warned. “So tell your parents to keep an eye on you.”
“I don’t have parents, or at least I don’t remember them,” Ranboo confessed.
King sucked in a deep breath, “Don’t tell him that, I have enough brothers.”
“Mm-mmm, okay, I won’t,” Ranboo promised.
“Don’t burn my park down, and we won’t have problems,” King said before he walked away.
Roman was quick to motion for Ranboo to follow him. “Come on, I gotta plan and it involves helping a prince find his prince charming and you and Virgil are helping.”
“O-Okay,” Ranboo repeated and followed Roman over to where Virgil was sitting with Thomas over by the park’s little food court area.
People had gathered around the hero exhibition at this point. Logan and Patton working together like a well oiled machine against Tommy and Tubbo, Ethan taking notes and sometimes cutting in to fight as well.
As the older heroes quickly found out, Tommy and Tubbo were not only experienced fighters, but were adept at working together. They enjoyed sparring, so the fight quickly got a little rougher than Logan would have preferred, but Tommy refused to go easy on them.
“Logic! Logic!” Roman raced over and caused Logan to get hit in the face by Tommy’s elbow. Thankfully his suit took all the damage and the worst it did was wound the logical Side’s pride.
“Shit,” Tommy pulled back, “I got yeh[9] good, man.”
“Oooh, that looked bad,” Roman hissed.
“I’m fine,” Logan dismissed, looking over to see Roman, Patton, and Thomas all in their superhero outfits. Ranboo was hanging back behind them, amongst the group of onlookers. “The suit was safety rated for worse blows.”
“Want me ta[5] test it with a sledgehammer?” Tommy offered.
“Another time,” Logan promised. “This suit is overdue a pressure test.”
“Yes!” Tommy pumped his fist down. “Nice!”
“So, I have the best news,” Roman gushed in overexcited glee, pushing Thomas closer. “Iridescence met someone. Someone amazing. It’s true love, I tell.”
“Uh, Princey, it’s a little too early for that,” Thomas tried to rebuttal as Patton let out an enraptured gasp.
“Interesting,” Logic looked from Roman to Thomas. “Were you all in costume when this happened?”
“Nah, don’t get your tie twisted, Specs,” Roman smiled. “We suited up afterwards so we could share the good news. He’s amazing, I tell you, a true wonder of the world.”
“I thoroughly embarrassed myself and toppled into a trash can,” Thomas corrected.
“It was awful,” Virgil agreed, with a goading smile on his face.
Logan led the group out of the park, it was getting dark. “I can see you’re going to be thoroughly distracted for the rest of the day,” Logan sighed as they started heading back.
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Accessibility Translations:
1. Fuck
2. your
3. want to
4. for
5. to
6. of
7. going to
8. Kind of
9. you
#Superhero AU#Masks and Maladies#footnotes#Logan Sanders#tubbo underscore#tommyinnit#Roman Sanders#Virgil Sanders#Patton Sanders#C!Thomas#Ranboo#platonically married Tubbo and Ranboo#LAMP#slight karrot kings#the fic where I off-screen a very cute Nico and Thomas meet-up because the canon one was cuter#I will make Ranboo and Virgil friends even if it kills me#hey kids wanna see some fluff?#fluff#the next chapter isn't#slightly unhinged Tubbo#mad scientist Tubbo
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Hello! i don’t think i’ve given you any of my weird headcanons in a hot minute so here’s a new favorite! Steve with ADHD, at first nobody notices it, he gets along well enough as a young kid people just think he has an active imagination, when in real it y he just can’t pay attention. He’s in 5th grade when his teacher pulls him out of class and tells him he needs to start paying attention, Steve almost starts crying as he tries to explain to her that he just can’t, that it doesn’t work (pt.1)
(pt.2) so the teacher tells him to stay back after class that day, he totally forgets and almost ends up leaving just further probing her suspicions. She asks him to extol in what he means, he doesn’t know what to say, says that too many things are happening for him to pay attention in class, and that sometimes if he hears another teacher he’ll end up listening to that, or if he can look out a window he’ll get distracted, and she already knows what’s going on, calls his parents for a meeting
(pt.3) So his mom comes in, his dad “could make it” but that works out for steve because his mom actually gets him tested, and his test comes back positive so he has to take meds now and sure his grades aren’t the best but they are so much better and he can actually sit in class and focus, but randomly in his sophomore year tommy finds the pills and makes fun of him and he gets so embarrassed that he just stops taking them, and his grades drop bad and he can’t focus and he feels like shit
(pt.4) he goes around like that for a while feeling lost and distracted but refusing to take his meds and be lame, he only starts taking them again after nancy breaks up with him because he needs to focus on something that isn’t the break up, but they aren’t working well which is to be expected he hasn’t taken them in more then a year, so he ends up totally freaking out and that’s how billy finds him, sitting on the bathroom floor with the WORST headache he’s ever had and he takes pity on him
(pt.5) billy and steve were kind of friends after the fight they had talked and worked things out, not super close but enough to not be so weird around each other anymore, so billy takes him home and makes sure he gets new meds and makes sure he keeps taking them and on days when he can tell steve is space and distracted and clearly forgot he’ll drive to his house and make him take them, and steve will bitch and moan but he actually loves that someone cares enough to make sure he’s ok
(optional pt.6) billy realizing he really likes steve when steve is talking about a special interest and getting super happy and he just can’t help but feel in love with him (is this totally based off my expletive with adhd? yes it is! is this the exact way my hug said she realized she love me? yes it is 🥰)
Hi! I have another one of your AMAZING headcanons in my drafts still, I’m working on it I’m sorry I’m the slowest writer ever.
So, I think I’ve said this, but ADHD makes A LOT of sense for Steve. I don’t have ADHD, so I’m sorry if this is in accurate, I did some research, didn’t want this to be like, bad.
Also, I put him on Ritalin for timing purposes and bc it can cause panic attacks. 🤷♀️ and his favorite animals are giraffes, goats and lobsters, 3 of my favorite animals.
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When Steve was little, he could never focus on something for longer than ten minutes.
He would be running through the house, leaving toys on the ground when he remembered a game he could play in another room. His nannies would roll their eyes, picking up after him.
When he got to school, it was more of the same. He would get distracted by every bird that he could see outside. He would be in the middle of class, the teacher would say something about giraffes and his mind would race about animals, would think about every country in Africa he could name, would think about whether or not Lithuania was in Africa.
His grades would slip, tests were a nightmare when he got caught up watching a bee buzzing near the window, only to realize he had answered three questions and only had eleven minutes left.
He was always a poor student, until fifth grade.
Mrs. Wilson had called him up after class, had noticed him zoning out and was about to chide him when she noticed the tears in his eyes.
“I just, I don’t know what happens, sometimes, my thoughts go too fast for my own brain and I can’t focus.” He was sniffling across from her.
“Steve, I’m going to have a chat with your parents. You’re not in trouble, but I think we can help you.” She smiled as she pat his shoulder, letting himself get collected before going to his next class.
She called his parents in at the end of the day, his mother sitting in the seat next to Steve, the principal joining them.
“I’ve noticed some trends in Steve’s school work and his presence in class. We think it may be in his best interest to test him for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. We feel that pinpointing the problem for him may be more helpful moving forward.
Mrs. Harrington agreed, waved her hand in a way that said she was bored of the conversation. Steve spent the whole next Saturday going through various tests, was wrung dry by the end of the day, but left with a clear diagnosis.
He began taking a low does of Ritalin, began focusing in class. His grades skyrocketed, getting the very first B+ he had ever gotten on his English essay.
He was okay until sophomore year.
He was an okay student, could focus in class, but not necessarily retain or understand the information.
But then Tommy found the pills, had laughed at him and called him retarded, the word that had haunted him his whole life, spat at him by the father that didn’t care about him.
So he flushed the pills, never refilled his prescription.
His grades slipped immediately. He wasn’t able to focus in class, had gone back to the days of staring out the window and getting confused about why it was called a square root.
He was constantly moving, would bounce his leg, would tap his pencil, would sometimes take the hall pass and just walk.
He knows taking his meds would fix the problem, but he had Nancy know, didn’t want her to know this weakness of his, this shameful secret.
But then he didn’t have Nancy, and his thoughts were racing, jumping from Nancy to demodog to Barb to Billy to his dad to Nancy to demodog to Barb to Billy to his dad to Nancy to-
He broke down February of senior year.
Graduation was soon as Steve’s grades were ass. He needed to focus on something that wasn’t Nancy, demodog, Barb, Billy, his dad. So he filled his old prescription, took the same does he had two years ago and went to school.
When he was first put on the meds, he was told panic attacks and anxiety could be a side effect. He had never experienced that before, but now, now he lived in constant anxiety, and with his Ritalin, he was a mess.
He had locked himself in the bathroom above the gym, the one nobody uses. He was on the floor, trying to ground himself against the wall, trying to think of anything other than Nancy, demodog, Barb, Billy, his dad, Nancy, demodog, Barb, Billy, his dad, Nancy, demodog, demodog, demodog, demodog-
“Pretty Boy?”
Billy was in front of him, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Steve.
“B-Billy?”
“You okay? You’re kinda, kinda losin’ it.”
“I, I went off my meds for a, a few years, and I put myself back on them, and it’s, I, I know it’s lame, but they usually help and now-” he sobbed as Billy pulled him into his chest, soothing him softly.
“What meds?”
“Ritalin. It’s for, for ADHD.” Billy huffed a laugh.
“I fuckin’ knew it. The way you talk a mile a damn minute.” Steve’s heart sank. “And it’s not lame. Some peoples’ brains are just, wired different.”
Steve was starting to calm down, the anxiety shoving over into a raging headache. He groaned into Billy’s shoulder.
“What’s up?”
“Head hurts.”
“Want me to take you home.” Steve just nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. Billy drove him home, sat with him while Steve called his doctor, made an appointment for next weekend.
Steve had gotten a new medication, adjusted to his current state. The new meds were like magic, allowing Steve to focus when he needed, wouldn’t let him fall into hyperfocus on something that wasn’t productive. He finished senior year on a good note, with okay-enough grades to score his diploma.
He spent the summer at Scoops, working alongside Robin.
Billy came in every day. Would sit with him on Steve’s break. On the days Steve seemed more spaced, he would marrow his eyes, would say you didn’t take your meds today, would drive to Steve’s house to get them for him, would make sure he took them, would take drinks out of Steve’s hands at parties, would make sure he wouldn’t do anything to interfere with them, would dread the days he would find Steve nauseous from the meds.
Bonus:
Steve realized he was in love with Billy when he found out Billy starting keeping a small store of Steve’s meds in his car, would update them periodically to make sure they were safe, effective.
Billy realized he was in love with Steve when he was talking about every animal he could name. He showed Billy the small library of books he had bought for himself about animals, could explain the difference between kingdom, class, phylum, and genus. Was throwing out Latin names for his favorite animals, giraffa camelopardalis, capra aegagrus hircus, nephropidae. Billy couldn’t help himself, had just leaned over and kissed him, left Steve giggling as they made out.
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i had this ask on queue but??? i noticed for some reason my “read more” is....placed within the ask aaand i can’t take it out (like even if i delete everything and start all over again).... i’m so confused lol
so anyway, here’s my reply anon! :) ↴ ↴
this was in reference to my smutty series recs...several months ago...so y’all know the drill. idk how to keep things short. and i always take forever to reply. so here u go <3
there’s a lot of smut out there...so i’ve restricted this to only pwps. maybe i’ll do a comp for smutty fics with plot in the future.
also i’m kind of vanilla LOL so none of these should be too wild 😂 sorry if you were looking for a wild anal fisting blood play orgy adjfeajl
KEY: (*) = haven’t read yet but i’ll rec anyway cause i can
NAMJOON
.•° As The Cauldron Bubbles by @winetae
°•. Summary: What makes for a potent potion? Step one. In one room, gather two people who seemingly dislike each other. Step two. Stir in a pinch of snark and four ladles of sexual tension. Step three. Wait until everything simmers to a boil.
.•° Attitude by @fightmejeonkook
°•. Summary: Namjoon is your best friend and a quick dare quickly changes everything between you two, a kiss leading from one thing to another as pent up tension surfaces.
.•° Bitten & Knotted by @jamaisjoons (*)
°•. Summary: As different as night and day, your two lovers have many differences, after all, one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. They have their similarities too, namely their supernaturally long life. Something you don’t share. Something they’re going to rectify tonight.
.•° Chemi-beat by @hoseokiehopie
°•. Summary: Your fun plan to seduce your boyfriend in his studio backfires when it’s broadcasted on VLIVE for the entire ARMY to see.
.•° Choke by @writingseoul
°•. Summary: You help him to relax.
.•° Feeling Good by @ethertae (*)
°•. Summary: A wonderful threesome with Kim Namjoon, and Kim Seokjin.
.•° Forbidden by @junghelioseok
°•. Summary: A dance with the devil under the pale moon.
.•° Hunger's Only Friend by @bangtanbullies
°•. Summary: Namjoon has a philosophy that while some women are prettiest with their masks of cosmetic, a slut is at her most beautiful when she is freshly fucked.
.•° His Roomate by @joondaily
°•. Summary: When your boyfriend suggested the two of you spice up your sex life, you never expected that to include time alone with his roommate. (feat. Jungkook)
.•° Peaches and Cream by @jinpire
°•. Summary: “Baby,” he says, the sheer arousal in his eyes melting most of your resistance. He shoves the laptop back onto the coffee table before grabbing your hands, his thumbs running over your knuckles. “Y/N. Give me ten minutes between your gorgeous thighs, and you’ll never want to miss out again. I swear.”
.•° Please, Santa by @floralseokjin
°•. Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and you and Namjoon are about to partake in some peculiar roleplay…
.•° Through The Phone by @imaginethisbts
°•. Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another… what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex.
.•° Under The Mistletoe by @11-ish
°•. Summary: In which you’ve met your high school lover, Namjoon in the eve of Christmas.
SEOKJIN
.•° A Saint In Her Halo by @winetae
°•. Summary: Beneath his immaculate appearance and flowery words, no one would expect such filth to spew from his lips or; Kim Seokjin is simultaneously the best and worst kind of distraction.
°•. m/n: ok, so this isn’t smut per say. Moreso sexually suggestive. But it’s good ok. So good.
.•° Charm Me by @jungblue
°•. Summary: You have a test in charms tomorrow, and you know that you’re completely screwed, but luckily your boyfriend Jin, who is an expert in the subject, offers to help—however you quickly learn that he might actually be a bit too good at them.
.•° Daydream by @dom-joonie
°•. Summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.
.•° Dr. Kim by @btsfiles
°•. Summary: He’s the hospital’s best surgeon, and you’re more than just an admirer.
.•° Green Room by @hoseokiehopie
°•. Summary: You blow your boyfriend in the green room after a concert when neither of you can hold yourselves back.
.•° Hazy by @yoonia (*)
°•. Summary: “You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.”
.•° In the Mood by @kinktae (*)
°•. Summary: With the second world war finally over, soldiers are coming back home to their families, and famous Hollywood actor Seokjin is no different. Eager to get to babymaking with his wife but plagued by the need to re-establish himself in the film industry, Seokjin is to forced to engage in a more unconventional conception method.
.•° Pink by @tayegi
°•. Summary: “Stop undressing me with your eyes! Use your teeth.”
.•° Sehnsucht by @johobi
°•. Summary: An embarrassing run-in with your new boss is only the start of your destructive infatuation.
.•° Self-Indulgent Fantasy by @bxebxee
°•. Summary: You try your best to wrinkle Seokjin’s vest, but he’s not having it.
.•° Urs by @floralseokjin
°•. Summary: Seokjin’s been dreaming of this moment for so long…
.•° Washing Machine by @btssmutgalore
°•. Summary: Jin shows you another way to use the old washing machine.
YOONGI
.•° 1:32 AM by @mikronysus
°•. Summary: Your eyes narrowed into slits as you glared at the scene unfolding in front of you, your fingers grasping the straw of your drink as you silently seethed to yourself. You watched as the girl laughed at whatever it was your boyfriend had said, her fingers grazing his arm as she looked up at him with eyes that were clouded over in a drunken haze. Sneering at the sight, you clenched your jaw as you watched her move closer towards him.
.•° 7:30 AM by @prolixitae
°•. Summary: It isn’t often that you get to wake tangled in each other.
.•° A Lesson by @btsxyou (feat. Jungkook)
°•. Summary: Maybe it was the thought, in the back of your mind, the thought that had swirled around inside, about how Yoongi could take you from the equal you were when you were with Jungkook, and turn you into a puppet. How he knew what he was doing.
.•° A Brush of Silk by @jinpire
°•. Summary: His lips curl around your neck, whispering, “I want slow today. You good with that, baby?” “You say that like you ever want anything else, old man,” you quip back, your voice a tad breathless.
.•° Between Chocolates & Candy Canes by @yoonia
°•. Summary: This day was supposed to be the best day of your life. After a long wait filled with curiosity, excitements and a bundle of nerves, you are finally here, walking between the other members in the tour group invited to visit the magnificent and renowned Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. (feat. Jimin)
.•° Boyfriend Jeans by @bangtanboysboo
°•. Summary: Yoongi is leaving for tour and he needs his jeans.
.•° Buzz by @floralseokjin (complete series)
°•. Summary: In which you’re unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges through the door…
.•° Chardonnay by @btsxyou
°•. Summary: You lifted your gaze, turning your head towards him, and giving him a half smile, not too nicely, but that perfect smirk that you know would eat at him the whole night. Because he wanted you, but he couldn’t have you.
.•° Diaphanous by @yoongisbbydoll (*)
°•. Summary: Yoongi has missed you more than anything. Staying away for a long time it too much on him, but he knows it is much harder on you. Therefore, whenever he can, he brings home presents you could never have imagined.
.•° Firsts by @badbhye (*)
°•. Summary: You and Yoongi had been dating for a good six months, and you had told him from the get-go that you wanted to wait until you were ready to have sex. It wasn’t as if your virginity was something you held sacred, you just wanted to do it with someone you were comfortable with and trusted completely. And Yoongi was that.
.•° Ink by @guksthighs
°•. Summary: Yoongi needs to remind you who you belong to.
.•° Jitters by @versigny
°•. Summary: Yoongi read you like an open book, and judging from your blown-pupils and faintly parted lips, he probably definitely knew what you were thinking about.
.•° Long Distance by @miss-noo-na
°•. Summary: Yoongi misses the sound of your voice.
.•° Sticky Honey by @minlattes
°•. Summary: Yoongi’s every day life with you is a gift, you’re his favorite human.
.•° True Love Cafe by @versigny
°•. Summary: Make me fall in love with you.
.•° The Honeytrap by @jamaisjoons
°•. Summary: What can you do when your bees aren’t producing the amount of honey they should be? Ask your neighbour, the honeybee king, for help of course!
HOSEOK
.•° 100-to-1 by @mytaerminology
°•. Summary: “I have an idea” Hoseok said, way too enthusiastically for your liking.
.•° Adjustment by @yminie
°•. Summary: At Kim-Jung Chiropractics, they meet your every need, and today it’s not just your back that needs aligning.
.•° All Toy, No Mercy by @prolixitae (*)
°•. Summary: As an amateur porn couple, you’VE got roles to uphold. Said roles leave hoseok at your mercy when you conjure up a sick little theme for this week’s video. Two words: Orgasm torture.
.•° Barbarian by @httpjeon
°•. Summary: Your husband, Hoseok, comes home from a raid with the need to make you pregnant with his child.
.•° Cold Showers by @chillingtae
°•. Summary: Everyone has bad habits. Yours just happens to be long, hot showers - it’s not like it’s that bad. Long showers were a habit you couldn’t break despite the fact that Hobi told you on the daily not to use all of the hot water…Which brings you to your current situation. You decide that Hobi will just have to get over your habit, and you’ve got the perfect plan thought up of how to do just that…
.•° Gumdrops & Lollipops by @winetae (*)
°•. Summary: A visit to Jung Hoseok’s chocolate factory does not turn out the way you expected it to.
.•° Hatefuck by @njssi (*)
°•. Summary: Perhaps pissing off Hobi during dance practice wasn’t that good of an idea. Or perhaps it was the best idea you’ve had in a while.
.•° Sunlit Affair by @ubemango
°•. Summary: Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok.
.•° Take Me by @yoonia
°•. Summary: “I don’t want you to stop.”
.•° The Last Day of Summer by @whichwaytowonderlandep
°•. Summary: 365 days in a year. Three months dedicated to a summer vacation and you wasted no time to fuck around with some guy you had met at the hostel you were staying.
.•° To the Beat of My Heart by @jeonggukingdom
°•. Summary: When you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.
.•° War Game by @yoonia
°•. Summary: “You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into"
JIMIN
.•° A Bite of The Apple by @jinpire
°•. Summary: The thought of Jimin not being able to feed from someone other than you is troubling in more than one sense– there will be times, like the past week, when you physically can’t be there for him, and what would happen in an emergency, if he somehow got hurt and needed a transfusion, if his body rejected the blood of someone else. And that’s not even considering the long term implications of that….
.•° A Matter of Pride by @jincherie
°•. Summary: You make some comments that wound Jimin’s pride and threaten his standing as Best Lover of the group so he sets out to prove you wrong the only way he knows how.
.•° Barefoot And by @dovechim
°•. Summary: I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk and I have to feel your cum drain out of me until I remember how to move.
.•° Birthday Boy by @polaritae
°•. Summary: You’re the best present Jimin could have asked for.
.•° Breaking Of The Fast by @versigny
°•. Summary: “Why don’t you want me?”
.•° Class President by @btssmutgalore
°•. Summary: Class president candidate Jimin would do anything to get your vote.
.•° Clone-a-Willy™ by @dovechim
°•. Summary: “I’ve had this plug in me all day, when do I get to feel your cock instead?”
°•. Sequel: Heightened Secrecy
.•° Euphoria by @94hixtape
°•. Summary: “Let’s have a threesome when we graduate, if… uh, we’re still single that is…”
.•° Gingerbread House by @readyplayerhobi (feat. Jungkook)
°•. Summary: Do you have a sweet tooth? Or do you prefer a bit of spice in your treats? Gingerbread House has all your needs met with our large range of confectionery that’s sure to meet everyone’s tastes. For those looking for something a little more personalised, we’re always willing to create bespoke confectionery to suit you. Give us a call or visit our store, you’re sure to find plenty to sink your teeth into!
.•° Little Monster by @floralseokjin
°•. Summary: You’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…
.•° Lower by @parkmuse
°•. Summary: After six months you finally break the sexual tension… with phone sex.
.•° Mischievous Maintenance by @dark-muse-iris
°•. Summary: Like many adults who are trying to make the best of working in a field unrelated to their degree, you greet Mondays with the same enthusiasm as an ex with shared custody. You don’t to be there, but adult responsibilities require it and you need money. And coffee. And the salacious advances from the head maintenance technician working in your office.
.•° Nursemaid by @noona-la-la-la
°•. Summary: Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.
.•° One More Time by taepott
°•. Summary: You can’t resist Jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.
.•° Raw by @btsjeonjazz
°•. Summary: A demon and an angel are trying to win over you. But who will succeed?
.•° Watch Me by @swoonjoon
°•. Summary: Who knew watching some camboy would turn into so much more?
TAEHYUNG
.•° Bad Decisions by @94hixtape
°•. Summary: Taehyung sighs in the curve of your neck, lips roaming the soft expanse of skin as his hands can’t seem to find a resting spot in the curves of your body. It’s one am and the silence in his dorm room is as overwhelming as it is exciting; you blame on the bottle of vodka the two of you had while studying for finals. One hour ago it seemed like a good idea. One hour later, not so much.
.•° Desideratum by @junqkook
°•. Summary: You had no idea you’d fall for a Hufflepuff, especially not the seeker with a big smile and wandering hands that you spent more time in bed with than you cared to admit.
.•° Fever by @yoonia
°•. Summary: “I wish I could hate you.”
.•° Good Girl by @suga-kookiemonster
°•. Summary: You don’t really know much about kim taehyung. What you do know is that he’s your handsome coworker and that, since you just accidentally sent him a nude, you’re good and royally fucked.
.•° Heatwave by @curly-bangtan
°•. Summary: When your town is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you start to go a little crazy at your shit luck because there’s nothing you hate more than clammy pits, while Taehyung goes a little crazy thinking you’re trying to seduce him with your tiny shorts and popsicle-sucking skills.
.•° H is for Hairpulling by @polaritae
°•. Summary: You continue your work, trying your best to gently untangle his hair. For the most part, you only have to give the strands a tug and they unravel, but some knots are worse than others. A particularly large mess has you yanking at the strands. Taehyung whimpers.
.•° Of Lace and Lust by @hobidreams
°•. Summary: Friendship rule number one: Don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. Except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering Taehyung’s kink for panties. Specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.
.•° On The Significance Of Names by @wildernessuntothemselves
°•. Summary: Despite living in a world where romantic or sexual relationships with witches could be punishable by death, you, a witch, still feel confident enough to ask your friend Taehyung, a werewolf and prince, to allow you to relieve your intense curiosity that could’ve only sprouted from years of sexual repression, and give you the chance to feel what it’s like to pleasure a man.
.•° One Night Snap by @taesjpg
°•. Summary: [23:09] Kim Taehyung: DO NOT OPEN THE SNAP I JUST SENT TO YOU FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DON’T
°•. Sequel: Part 2
.•° The Fanmeet by @ellieljade
°•. Summary: Taehyung is jealous over Jungkook flirting with his girlfriend and decides to teach him a lesson in front of their fans.
.•° The Name Game by @drquinzelharleen
°•. Summary: You invite some of your friends over for a small party. When a tame night in turns into a dirty one. Your friend Hoseok comes up with a fun game for you all to participate in.
.•° The Silver One by @prolixitae
°•. Summary: You didn’t mean to swipe right but now you’re sleeping with a hot jewelry salesman who makes fun of bottoms as much as you do.
.•° Voice Note by @kpopfanfictrash
°•. Summary: Taehyung: did u listen [4:16 PM]
JUNGKOOK
.•° A Sip of the Grail by @jinpire
°•. Summary: You take in his expression curiously, trying to understand this new Jungkook that’s somehow both bold and shy, before tilting your chin to the left and exposing the curve of your neck. A quick hook of your finger into the collar of your sweater unveils more of your shoulder to his gaze. “Go ahead, Jungkook,” you murmur, voice just above a whisper.
.•° All I Want for Cockmas by @junqkook
°•. Summary: You tell Santa exactly what you want for Christmas.
.•° Arm Candy by @bisougi
°•. Summary: “Yes, Mr. Jeon.”
.•° CaptainAmerica!Jungkook by @hayjeon
°•. Summary: His shield clatters to the floor as he rips off his mask and presses desperate, hard kisses to your lips, sucking the breath out of you and swallowing your mewls.
.•° Desiderium by @jeonggukingdom
°•. Summary: “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”
.•° Fast and Definitely Furious by @parkmuse
°•. Summary: “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.”
.•° Heat Wave by @iq-biased
°•. Summary: As soon as the ice touches his glowing skin, it begins to melt instantly - the jagged edge moulding into a smooth surface that ghosts lightly over his flesh.
.•° Mastur-bait by @kookswife (*)
°•. Summary: You drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. You can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.
.•° Soft Touch by @minnpd
°•. Summary: “Thank god you’re home. I need a favor.”
.•° Stay by @kpopfanfictrash
°•. Summary: You and Jungkook are fuck buddies.
.•° Take Me to Church by @illneverrecover
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The Revival of Akillian: Chapter 5
Prologue / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6
5. THE HOLO-TRAINER
After making a few final adjustments, Clamp touches - not without a hint of apprehension - the white launch button on the touchscreen of his console. No lightning or spitting this time: the controls turn green and data is displayed, indicating that the system is charged to its rated power and ready to operate. Clamp leans back in his chair with a satisfied smile and folds his hands behind his neck.
- Voila! It should work perfectly now.
- "Perfection", - emphasizes Aarch. - That is exactly the word I was looking for to describe your machines... when they work!
Much more relaxed, Clamp still makes a few adjustments, which do not cause any catastrophic reaction from his devices: on the contrary, they beep, chirp and click with gusto.
- Do you think we’re going to get much turnout? Maybe football doesn't interest anyone on this planet anymore...
As if in response, the doors of the elevator at the back of the room - the first thing Clamp repaired so he could get all his crates of equipment down there - slide squeakily and dump a dozen young people, proudly led by Micro-Ice.
- Voila! - he declares to his buddies, who are amazed by the vastness of the place and the buzzing machines. - There are still plenty more coming! - he tells Aarch and Clamp.
The coach looks at the scientist with a mocking smile:
- How’s that?
Eyes wide, D’jok considers the enormous white cube in front of him, which seems to him like an elevator car for giants. From the open door springs a dazzling light.
- What is that thing?
- Well, it's… (Clamp clears his throat: he hadn't thought of giving his device a name yet). Uh… it's a holo-trainer, - he improvises. - A virtual training machine, in a way.
- Okay well, I'll be leaving now... I’ve got no reason to be here, - says Micro-Ice, returning to the elevator.
- You don't want to take part? – queries Aarch.
- No thank you, no way! Tests aren’t really my thing. Just hearing the word makes me feel like I'm in school!
- In any case, thank you for everything, kid... we can really say you fell in at the right moment!
Micro-Ice smiles at this joke that only he understands and stands in front of the elevator, ignoring D’jok's look of disappointment at him. The moment he raises his finger to press the call button, the doors creak open again...
On a dream creature.
Thin oval face carried by a slender neck, delicate nose, curled lips, huge brown hair pulled up in a thick ponytail, a perfect body in a princess costume… and huge blue eyes that land on an amazed Micro-Ice. His joke in Maya's cave, about the pretty girl and the treasure, comes to mind… if he hasn't found the treasure, he sure found the pretty girl!
The girl pulls away from Micro-Ice and enters the room, along with a dozen new candidates. A woman follows her, much older, also dressed elegantly in a coat with a Garo fur collar: her mother is oblivious, because she speaks vehemently to the visibly annoyed girl:
- Are you listening to me, Mei? You have to show them that you are the best! You understand? The best!
- Enough, mom!
“Wow, even her voice is awesome”, thinks Micro-Ice to himself, contemplating her graceful step dreamily. Love at first sight? He isn’t sure what that is, but what is certain anyway is that his heart is pounding hard and it is making him so hot inside...
- What's the matter, Micro-loser? You look even more silly than usual!
Sinedd! In terms of cold showers, it doesn’t get worse than this. Micro-Ice suddenly descends to earth, but his natural wittiness quickly takes over:
- What are you doing here? We came to practice football. Not your nutty card game!
- Exactly, losers like you and your friends don't stand a chance here! - Sinedd scoffs. - Make way for the real players!
- So you think you're a real player, huh, Sinedd? - D’jok intervenes.
- Maybe my ball is causing his ankles to swell, - laughs Thran.
- Can't wait to start the trials, so I can humiliate you all! None of you come close to my level. You're going to take a huge beating!
Pushing past Micro-Ice and his buddies, Sinedd joins the crowd massed in front of the holo-trainer with an already victorious stride.
- We’ll see about that! - challenges Micro-Ice.
- Ah, so you're staying after all? - remarks Ahito.
- By the off chance, it wouldn’t have anything to do with that girl over there, would it? – quips D’jok, nodding at Mei, who is stamping her foot, still being harassed by her mother.
- You need to position yourself on offense, - she explains to her. - The biggest football stars are strikers!
- I get it, mom!
- A girl? What girl? - Micro-Ice blushes, ostensibly turning his back on him.
His friends burst out laughing, which makes him blush all the more.
- Well, we can start, - Aarch decides. – As far as I can see, we will not have more candidates...
- Think again, Aarch, - Clamp rebukes. - Look, the elevator is bringing more people!
Indeed, the doors slide open again with a horrible squeak of rusting metal. But it is not more candidates who come out this time...
It's Ballow and his three thugs.
- Hello, everyone! I see you have decided to have fun without us?
Aarch and Clamp exchange a look of apprehension: will this situation ever come to an end?
- Always so good at ruining the mood, this guy! - murmurs Micro-Ice from the middle of the crowd.
- Don't worry, guys, he's not going to stay long. - promises Thran, mysteriously.
- Okay, kids, get the hell out of here, and fast! - hollers Ballow at the gathering. – It’s not you we’re after...
With that, he walks wickedly towards Aarch, followed by his henchmen, who have drawn their tasers again.
Suddenly a bright light swirls down from the hole in the ceiling, accompanied by the characteristic whistle of turboprop engines. In the light a rope unwinds along which Callie Mystic, the Arcadia News star reporter, glides nimbly, filmed by her trusty flying holo-cam. She lightly jumps to the ground and immediately begins her speech:
- What did I tell you, dear holo-spectators? With Callie Mystic, nothing remains a secret for long!
She winks and gives the thumbs up in the direction of Thran, who returns the gesture, to the amazement of his friends.
- Did you call her? – blurts D’jok.
- Well, - Thran answers with a smirk, - I thought since we knew where Aarch was, it was worth telling Arcadia News...
Callie walks confidently towards Arch, sticking her microphone right under his nose.
- Aarch, it can be said you’re hard to find. But it takes a lot more to escape Callie Mystic's curiosity!
- So what do we do, boss? - asks Ballow’s big bald henchman.
- Arrrgh! Well, we massacre everyone on live television, that will give us publicity! Is that a stupid enough answer for you or do you want me to think of some more? - He shoves past his men and walks back to the elevator with an angry step - Come on, come on, let's get out of here!
- Well! - Callie resumes. - Aarch, how about explaining to our dear holo-viewers a little bit about this machine and what you expect from all these kids?
***
Onboard his jet-snow, Rocket rushes towards the Windy Plateaus, where he can hit real bursts of speed on this flat and empty plain, cracked with faults that add a little spice to the pleasure of sliding. The odometer is already reaching 150 km/h, but it can easily go up to 200. Beyond that, it becomes risky from a grip and stability point of view: you are at the mercy of the slightest bump or rut... but where’s the thrill, if there is no danger?
Suddenly a weird sound complements the regular growl of his turbo: a sort of roar accompanied by spitting... he checks his controls - it would be a problem if he broke down so far from Arcadia - but everything is normal: the sound is not coming from his vehicle…
It is coming from the sky.
A flying machine passes him with a thunderous noise, at a dangerously low altitude. Rocket slows down to better identify it: it's a Red-Bee-type shuttle, commonly used by moon dwellers on Obia or Tanaga to descend on Akillian. It seems in trouble: ominous smoke escapes from its reactor, the roar of which is interspersed with jolts and rattles. The shuttle plunges behind a hill - an instant later a low rumble echoes and a large plume of smoke rises.
The shuttle crashed!
Rocket steps on it and reaches the crash site in less than a minute. The Red-Bee is buried in a snowdrift, its cockpit broken, its wings twisted, its engine is spitting out sinister black smoke. Without thinking, Rocket jumps off the jet-snow, runs towards the machine and slips into the cockpit through the broken glass.
A young girl lies unconscious in the pilot's seat.
“She's not old enough to fly this,” thinks Rocket. “No wonder she messed up!”
There is not a minute to lose: smoke is invading the cockpit, it smells of burning in the back, sparks fly from the circuits... he gives violent thrusts against the airlock with the twisted door, which he manages to unlock. He grabs the girl by the shoulders and drags her outside. No sooner has he walked a few yards than the Red-Bee explodes, throwing burning debris around. Rocket throws himself into the snow and covers the girl with his body to protect her.
The blast and the sound of the explosion pulls her from her unconsciousness. She half-opens her eyes, flickering a pretty sea green. An Obiane, Rocket recognizes by her small size, her pale complexion and her silver hair.
- Aarch… I have to find Aarch… - she mumbles in a faint voice before relapsing into unconsciousness.
***
Rather than giving Callie Mystic a private interview, Aarch prefers to present his project live to all applicants:
- Let me introduce myself: my name is Aarch. You must have heard of me... whether for good things or bad. I was part of Akillian’s last great football team, before the Catastrophe. I came back because I intend to create a new, even more talented one. And this will be thanks to you! I am sure the Akillian Breath can be reawakened. Professor Clamp, here, will co-lead the trials today. We will only take the best. I'm counting on you to give your all! Well, good luck!
During Aarch's speech, Ahito almost fell asleep, awakened by a nudge from D’jok. Micro-Ice, placed "by chance" near Mei, kept his eyes fixed on her… eyes full of stars. He was paying attention, though, for he asks:
- By the way, sir, how are we going to do the trials? I see no football field...
- An excellent question, - Clamp intervenes. - I just need a volunteer. Come closer, boy, and put this on, please (he hands him a yellow and purple jersey and shorts filled with sensors). You're going to get changed in there (he points to the second white cube, the smaller one). And then you'll go in here.
He nods towards the illuminated entrance behind him.
A minute later, Micro-Ice shows up in front of the holo-trainer. Half blind by the light, he can only make out a white floor and black walls. Nothing very exciting in principle... he turns to his comrades, who support him:
- Yeah, go ahead, Micro-Ice!
- Show them what you can do!
But it's Mei's gaze on him - at whom he smiles - that gives him the courage to step into the light box. Clamp taps on his console, and the door slides closed again behind Micro-Ice.
He walks to the middle of the cube, taken aback. Is this a training ground? Where's the ball? Where are the goals, the opponents?
Suddenly, the black walls are erased, replaced by an artificial "sky"; the white ground turns green, the lines of the center and the penalty area are imprinted, virtual goals appear at each end. The whole place takes on the dimension of a real football field, much larger in appearance than the cube itself.
- Woah! – marvels Micro-Ice, breathless.
He kneels down and feels the ground with his hand: it seems real...
- Okay, let me explain (Aarch's voice comes from everywhere at once). See the red line at the other end of the field? You have to get there as fast as possible, dribbling the ball.
With his hand as a visor to protect himself from the bright light, Micro-Ice spots the line in question, in front of the goal that seems very distant to him. A ball materializes near him. He feels it with the tip of his foot: it is solid... he holds it under his heel and gets into position.
- Yeah, piece of cake!
- Obstacles will appear on your route - Aarch continues. - You will have to dribble past them without wasting time.
- Ah… smaller piece of cake.
- Ready… and go! – sounds Clamp’s voice.
Micro-Ice takes a leap forward, kicking the ball away. A few meters in front of him is virtualized a Shadow player, a completely realistic Fulmugus avatar… not that realistic actually, because Micro-Ice dribbles past him easily. Then markers appear on his course, which he must avoid in an increasingly tight slalom. If he touches one, it flashes red, emitting an unpleasant sound: a deducted point, no doubt.
- Uh oh… looks like things are getting complicated!
Seven terminals suddenly stand in front of Micro-Ice and rush over to him. He has no choice but to jump over them while maintaining control of his ball. As soon as he touches the ground and retrieves the ball, three Fulmugus avatars try to stop him, as the virtual goal appears in sight. He manages to dribble past the first by squeezing the ball between his legs, narrowly avoids the second with a turn-back, then shoots towards the goal from which the goalkeeper appeared - who catches the ball in his chest and disintegrates. The ball returns, Micro-Ice leaps to retrieve it and shoot at the goal again. But he doesn’t make good contact with the ball, he falls and slips on the pitch, pushing the ball with his foot… slipping between the spread legs of the third Shadow defender… who fades behind him. Micro-Ice turns his head… gives a smile of victory: the red line is there, just under his neck!
- Woooooooo!
The holo-trainer's door opens on a radiant Micro-Ice, immediately surrounded by his pals.
- So? How was it? - asks Thran.
- Absolutely awesome! – exclaims Micro-Ice.
- Very good, - Aarch smiles. - And now, who's next?
A good thirty arms rise immediately: “Me! – No, me! - Me, sir, me! - To me, to me! - Please, sir! - I am the best! … ”
***
Finally, she regains consciousness.
Rocket had carried the little Obiane on his jet-snowboard to his secret cave. Along the way, he considered taking her to his father's house, but quickly gave it up, imagining the scene: “Who is this girl? Where is she from? What were you doing on the Windy Plateaus instead of going to deliver my flowers? We must call the police and send her to the hospital! As if I don’t have enough worries without this…!” In short, the adventure would quickly come to an end, but it's not every day that Rocket meets someone - better: save a girl from certain death. A very pretty girl in addition: thin and petite, the face of an angel with thin, silver hair that he wants to stroke, and beautiful green eyes...
Raised by his father, his only family (since his mother passed away when he was a baby), Rocket is a loner, with no friends, and of course no girlfriends - girls are a total mystery to him. He's out of school, educated by Norata and Educator, TTV's (Technoid's) interactive education network. Norata fears that his son will one day leave the family home. This is why he employed him very early on in his small florist business, and plans to make him his partner and then his successor. Rocket only knows the world that his father allows him to know, and what he secretly learns from TTV - especially Galactik Football... because this reclusive and lonely life would be very sad and miserable if Rocket had not maintained that secret passion for GF. Like D’jok, who believes he has an extraordinary destiny, Rocket also dreams of becoming a great soccer player, of following the path of his revered uncle. But Rocket knows very well that this is only a dream, that as long as he lives by, for and in the flowers, this destiny will never knock on his door.
Until Aarch's miraculous appearance last week... his dream suddenly took shape and substance, and turned into a mad hope. A hope that Norata is working to bring down, but Aarch exists, he's on Akillian to recruit a new team - Rocket saw Callie Mystic's report on TTV. If he could be part of it... but how? Now here is this girl falling from the sky, who also wants to find Aarch… another sign of fate?
Lying on the only seat in the sparsely furnished cave, she stirs and sighs… her eyelids blink, her large green eyes rest on Rocket in surprise.
- Hey, are you okay? - he asks her, full of concern.
He tries to tend to the large bump that is blooming on her forehead with ice and bruising spray he has from the pharmacy. She puts her hand to her head and grimaces, but doesn't answer.
- What... where am I?
- Don't worry, you’re safe here… my name is Rocket.
- I'm Tia… (she walks around the cave lined with football posters, a surprising sight) Do you really live in this cave?
- Uh, not exactly, but let's say I come here very often. Do you need some ice?
Rocket breaks a piece of icicle, which he hands to her.
- For what? - Tia is suspicious.
- For your injury... it keeps it from swelling.
She carefully places the ice cube on her forehead: indeed, it relieves the pain.
- What happened?
- Your shuttle crashed... I pulled you out of it just before it blew up. You're from Obia, aren't you?
Again, Tia ignores his question. She throws the ice cube and stands up abruptly before Rocket's stunned eyes. It is true that the Obians, despite their fragile appearance, are actually very hardy… the harsh living conditions on this small moon without an atmosphere have something to do with it.
- I have to meet Aarch as soon as possible! - Tia looks at the photos, banners and posters again, stopping at Aarch's giant figure. - From what I can see, it looks like you're interested in him… do you know where he is?
Shy, Rocket can't think of anything better to do than kicking his ball, making it jump from one foot to the other.
- Well… to tell you the truth, Aarch is my uncle.
Tia's eyes light up, a smile on her face.
- For real? But that’s awesome!
Rocket pouts and kicks his ball, which bounces off a shelf of odds and ends, dislodging the box containing his collection of badges.
- Yeah, except I barely know him… I only spoke to him once.
- Is that so? - The ball returns to Tia's feet, who blocks it. – Still, I have to find him at all costs!
- Why? Do you want to be part of his new team?
Like nothing, she also kicks the ball, apparently without even aiming. Still, after a twisted trajectory that Rocket rarely did, the ball went straight into the hole next to Mark 10 - the most difficult one. His eyes go wide in disbelief.
- Yes, I’m counting on it! - Tia smiles. – What about you?
- Well… it’s not like I don’t want to, I just… hey!
Tia had rushed outside and jumped onto the jet-snowboard that she's now trying to set in motion. Rocket runs up to her.
- What are you doing?
She manages to start the vehicle, which begins to whistle.
- You have exactly two seconds to get in behind me. Otherwise, I'm going without you!
- Wait a minute, Tia. First, it’s my jet-snow, and I prefer to ride it myself. And you don't even know where Aarch is!
She backs up into the passenger seat, letting him take the handlebars.
- So go ahead, take me there!
#galactik football#the revival of akillian#gah sorry for the wait! end of semester was crazy#we finally see tia and mei here; and some cool details on where tia comes from!
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