#didnt realize it was that thick yo
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Me going through my current library loans:
Forgery of Roses by Jessica S. Olson , 11hrs>> That's reasonable
Mists of Avalon Book 1 by Marion Zimmer Bradley, 14hrs>> still doable.
Romanov by Nadine Bradley, 11hrs>> again not bad.
Blitz by Daniel O'Mall--THIRTY NINE HOURS
#liard reads#like damn yall#almost 40hrs?#thats like... a whole week of work listening wall to wall billable hours#didnt realize it was that thick yo
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Hey if you're still taking requests, how would the chain stop a creep from bothering the reader? Like pretending to be their s/o or in like winds case taking the opportunity to cause general havoc
Howdy! I went a bit off rail with this one, sorry ^^’
This one will be in 2 parts! Part one will a have Four, Hyrule, Legend, and Time!! Part 2 will be (here) once its out!!
DISCLAIMERS:
Gender neutral reader, nonconsensual touching, implied attempted assault, creep, violence, vulgar language, the boys being heathens
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The breeze carried over the ocean cooled everyone off as they traveled along. The beach side town they caught sitting in the distance offered a haven they hadn't realized they were waiting for. Once the group had entered the town they had paired off to collect supplies. This was supposedly a time of peace between hero eras, so you made off on your own to look around the booths unbothered. You were browsing the stalls, looking for a spot to stop and sit for a second, when you bumped into someone.
“Oh, my bad!” You quickly back up out of their space, the person turned to look at you angrily. Though once they fully turned and looked you once over, their anger curled into a sick grin.
“Oh, its no problem at all sweetheart.” He leaned in a bit too close. His breath was heavy in the air around you two, thick with cigarette and alcohol. Youre face scrunched up at the smell and you fought to cover your nose and gag. He had a mustache that curled around his face into side burns , unruly and unkept.
“I- umh, I’ll get out of your hair then.” You were quick to try and spin on your heel away from the man, though he followed your path and blocked the way. He walked up onto you space, forcing your back to the near by beam outside of an empty stall.
“Now now, whats the rush, pretty thing, just gonna bump and run? That’s rather rude dontcha think?” He smirked down at you, placing a hand on the beam behind you. “I said sorry, didnt I?” You glared up at him, trying to slide out from under him, though his other hand came and caught your upper arm before you could. You attempted to push him off and swipe at his face, but he held you firm. Pulling youre face closer to his, “Gusty little thing arent you?”. He was bigger than you, where you may have had speed, he had the strength to catch you if you tried to run again. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. ‘Shit.’
Four:
To say you looked uncomfortable would be an understatement.
Once the group had entered the town they had paired off. You seemed fine enough off on youre own. He had finished up what he was looking for and was ready to start looking for the others when they caught sight of youre situation.
Backed up agaisnt a beam. A stranger man hovering over you, much too close over you at that. He seemed to have a vice grip on your arm as well and that was enough for Four to step in. A mirage of colors flashed through his eyes before finally settling between a blueish-violet.
“Gusty little thing aren’t you?” The man croaked out in you’re face, you winced back from his breath.
“They really are. So are you apparently.” Four spoke, spooking the man upon his quiet approach. He placed his full focus on you, “I was wondering where you went dear, its best we get going, no?” The man seemed thrown off for a moment before collecting his demeanor.
“Bug off brat!” He snapped, tightening his grip as you tried to slip away.
“Not with out my beloved…or you’re head.” Four replied, muttering the last part a bit deeper in tone. This, for one, unsettled all parties, Four almost looked shock at themself for a moment, but you had to squint to see it.
“What’d you say yo-!” When the man turned around he was met with the tip of a sword pointed at his face. There Four stood. Sword in hand, gripped lose and casual, though to anyone skilled with it, it was very clear he was well prepared for a fight. His face was as nuetral as ever, a dark haze seemed to fall over his eyes as he looked down, or up in this case, his nose at the perpetrator. Both stood stock still in the moment. The sounds of the town behind you all began to blur down to just the scattering of mice in the side street. Despite being outside, the air had begun to still and stale around them. The cool, sharp sparks of magic clung to the sword and crept up the blade towards the mans face. Who for a moment looked highly disturbed, before morphing into anger.
“You little bugger, piss off-“ He made to swipe at Four, who preemptively dodged the swing, working is sword around the mans torso, though never actually cutting him. While the man had thunderous steps, Four kept themselves light and fluid in their movements until, eventually, they were on your side between you and the man. He had placed a hand on your side and used you closer behind him to shield you. The latter turned to attack again, only for his shirt and trousers to come undone. Four had not cut the man, but had utterly massacred his attire, leaving it in almost complete tatters.
Four smirked triumphantly, “My next swings will not have clothing to catch them.” Readying himself in a fighting stance once more.
The offender looked between you and him franctically before rushing backwards, tripping once, twice, three times until catching his feet beneath him and scampering off into town.
“Are you alright?” Four sheathed their sword at their hip, reaching out to look at your arm, but giving you room to refuse the attention, which you did. The blueish-violet of his eyes settling to a warm green tone.
“Uh- yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just a bit bruised is all.” You waved him off as you collected yourself a bit more. He briefly surveyed the area as you did, assuring that no one else would cause the two of you problems.
“Right then, lets get back to the others, huh?” Gentle grabbing your hand and starting down the street, the joyful pep to his step was hard to miss. It was harder to not join in.
Hyrule:
Hero or not Hyrule was not one for conflict if it wasn’t necessary. He could face down any foe in his path no issue, but people were a much less predictable type of monster so he’s learned in his travels. With that, he tended to not enjoy the busier towns of the others homelands as much, tending to wander on side streets and alleys that were much less populated and much more interesting with their secrets. It was this wandering idle, that lead him to you, pressed into a beam and being cornered by some scoundrel, who had a rather nasty grip on you. Now he didn’t like conflict, but this was a line he would cross.
“Gusty little thing aren’t you?” The man breathe in your face, causing you to flinch away and squirm.
“Hey!” Hyrule yelled out from the other side of the street that he had snuck to. “Leave them alone!” He stood on the defense, small metal pipe in on hand and a small sized rock in the other.
“Ha! Get lost punk, before you hurt yourself!” The man barked, turning his attention back to you, having tried to escape in the moment, only for his grip to tighten, “Quit squirming sweetie, you’re making this more difficult than its gotta be.” He pressed himself against you harshly to keep you against the beam.
Though he froze as his head snapped forward an inch. The creep whipped around to see Hyrule reeling back from a throw, the rock now at your feet, his hand empty.
“The hell-!” Another rock made contact with his face, this one a bit bigger than the last. If he wasn’t upset already, he was fuming now. He had tossed you into the beam as he relinquished his grip. You fell with a thud and a grunt to the ground, the sensation of a deep bruise blooming from your back. the beam had knocked the wind from your lungs, and the fall had sent dirt and sand flying, launching you into a coughing fit.
He all but rushed Hyrule in his rage, the fae was quick to dodge out of the way of the mans wild swinging. Hyrule almost seemed to enjoy the mans apparent struggle to reach him, as if it was a high stakes game of tag. The warm buzz of magic fille the area slowly the more he moved. A quiet heat, like the moments before a storm collected along the walls. In the distance you thought you heard bells chiming off in a light melody, calling out a name you didn’t know, nor could understand, only being pulled back at the sound of the man yelling and missing Hyrule once again. Though the more he missed the angrier and quicker he got, Hyrule dodged several of the mans attempts before seemingly remembering that he held a weapon in his hand.
“Get back here you fuc-!” he was cut short with a hollow ‘ping’ that rang through the street. The small noise was echoed with a loud thump as he fell limp onto the ground at hyrule feet, mere inches from having grabbed him.
“Oops.” He chuckled bashfully, holding the pipe close to himself as he chewed his lip and tried to bury himself in his shoulders. He only held himself for a moment though, broken from his thoughts by your coughs.
“Oh, (Name)!” he jogged over to you, dropping the pipe on his way, “Are you alright?” he checking over your body, making sure nothing was too injured from that horrid man.
“Ye- *cough* Yeah just a bit bruised!” you smiled weakly at him as you stood up, him supporting you as you winced from the hit to your back. Hyrule gently placed a hand on your back, a faint glow showing over your shoulders and a sign breaking from your lips. His healing magic always left a nostalgic thrum in your bones.
“Sorry I couldn’t do much about the bruising, but your back should feel a bit better.” Hyrule placed your arm on his shoulder to help you along.
“Thanks ‘Rule.” You leaned on him a bit, his face going a bit pink. “Though I think we outta find the others, or at least get outta here before he wakes up.” You winced as you glanced over to the unconscious creep laying dead still in the street. You both stared at him for a second.
“He will wake up right?” You narrowed your eyes at Hyrule suspiciously, who visibly flustered at the implication.
“Of course!” he squawked, flush darkening, “I didn’t use my power bracelet, and that pipe was much to dull to do anything!”
“I’m kidding ‘Rulie!” You giggled at his modest panic. “Thank you for the help, that was a bit to close for comfort. Let’s get outta here.” You began to pull him towards the main road.
Legend:
Legend was not a fan of 90% of people, its just the way he was. It was a miracle that the rag-tag group of idiots he was currently traveling with managed to worm under his skin. He would never admit it out loud to any living soul, nor on his death bed. But despite how little he liked people, he was even less a fan of creeps and pervs who liked to over step very clear boundaries.
Thus he found himself stalking over to you and your new friend rather quickly, and rather miffed. He got close enough to see you try to slip away, only to be jerked back. “Gusty little thing arent you?” The pig smirked to you. You wiggled in his grip, a failed attempt to be release.
“Hey ass wad! Leave them alone!” Legend hollerd as he approached. The man look beyond annoyed to be interrupted, especially by some pink haired punk. “This isnt youre business twerp, get lost.” He paid Legend little to no mind beyond that. Tough luck on him, he really should have. “I said leave them along, that rat on yor face grow into youre ears too?” The vet tittered as he came to a stop, just a few feet shy of the pair. The man had let you go in favor of squaring up to Legend, as grateful as you were, you werent sure your minimal bruising was worth whatever was about to happen to either man.
“The hell you say to me you little shit?” The man growled, temper foaming off of him.
“I said it looks like you got a rats ass on your face. You’re grossing them, and frankly everyone else out with you beer breath too.” He pinched his nose as he fanned in front of his face. “Might wanna do something about that shit for brains.” He slyly smiled as the man continued to rear up in anger. “I saw a pig pen a couple stalls back, I’m sure theyd have no problem making some room for ya in there!” He casually jabed his thumb over his shoulder in a random direction. And that seemed to do it for the older man. He charged at Legend with a speed you didnt think he was capable of.
“Why you little-” was all you managed to hear.
His face met gravel faster than youre eyes or brain could process.
“You good?” Legend said, now standing next to you, taking your arm to look over where you had been grabbed. You just stood blinking slowly past him at the man on the ground. It took you a moment to collect what had happened, then you noticed his shoes- the pegasus boots. It suddenly clicked what had happened.
Legend had used the speed of the boots to run out of the way and tripped the guy up. You looked back and forth between him and the man for a moment before Legend turned to him, he was still on the ground, groaning in pain from the fall.
“Oh come on jack ass I know you didnt fall that hard! Psh! Pansy.” He rolled his eyes before pulling you along by your unbruised hand, “Come on, lets get back to the others, aye?”
“Thanks Legend.” You managed as began to walk at your own pace. He flushed a bit.
“Yeah yeah, remind me to have the rancher teach you how to punch someone when they need it.”
Time:
Time was well aware of how off putting he could be. Whether it was his size, his demeanor, the marks on his face, or merely what ever stories the local kids had spread about him and his travels. Though such a trait came in handy in battle, it was not as well received when pursuing the market of a town. He did his best to keep a decently content look about his face as to not disturb the other patrons and even the salesmen themselves.
Though moments like these, such small decencies where not gifted to others.
He had spotted you out of the corner of his eye moments before, planning to finish up his purchase of supplies and head your way and begin collecting the other boys. However when he turned back you were gone. A quick walk further up the side road showed you now cornered by a rather antagonistic man. He walked over slowly, giving you time to handle yourself had he misread the situation, but as he approached the other mans intentions were very clearly malicious. You looked beyond uncomfortable, practically shaking where you stood as youre eyes darted around to find some from of escape from the situation.
The swine held a harsh grip on your arm as you tried to move away from his advances and Time caught wind of his words. “Gusty little thing arent you?” and oh did that get his blood hot.
His approach was as silent as he intended until he was just behind the man.
“Pardon you.” His voice was thunderous beyond anything you had heard before, spare battle orders. You turned to look at Time over the creeps shoulder and he was pissed. You don’t think you have ever seem him this truthfully angry. The man didnt not pay him any mind, barely glanced back at him and continuing his attempt at assault. “Beat it man, this isnt youre buisness.” The twitch in Time’s eye was beyond unsettling. He leaned around the man to look at you fully.
“There you are sweetheart, I had figured you’d gotten lost in the shops.” His voice was warm as he smiled kindly at you. Too kindly. “I was beginning to worry, it’s rather late and we must be heading home.” The other man now looked at Time, his face fell a bit one he did. Time returned to standing at full attention, slightly towering over the man. He turned his head to look down his nose at him, still smiling. “It would be in youre best interest to let go of them.” His voice left no room for argument. The fool seemed to debate the choice he thought he had in the matter, the second he looked to argue with Time, his face swiftly fell from a near evil grin to a horrifying scowl that made, even you feel endangered, despite not being on the other end of it. You were promptly release, though the man did not move.
“Look man, my bad, I ain’t know this was your thing-.” Time held out an arm to you and gently pulled you into him once you scampered around the still shaking creeper. Turning promptly on his heel, you in hand, he ignored the creepers stuttering completely.
Before he could continues to walk you back down the side street towards the main road he threw one last look at the man over his shoulder. Though you couldn’t see him anymore, you very much heard the hurried footsteps fade down the street.
“Are you alright, love?” Time softened quick enough to give you whiplash. He gently grabbed youre chin to get a look at your face, turning it over in his hand, checking for injuries. “Does anything hurt or need to be looked at?”
“N-no, I’m fine.” You managed, humbly looking up at him. “Thank you.”
“Of course, I am sorry about that though, people can be rather off putting sometimes you know?” The two of you continued down the road, off to fetch the others.
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu#time linked universe#four linked universe#legend linked universe#hyrule linked universe#linked universe x reader
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gentry of hermatige
zhongli x fem!reader
cw slight spoilers, mentions of blood, soft service dom!zhongli, size kink, cunnilingus, slight teasing, over stimulation, fat dick zhongli, unprotected sex, reader passes out, mating press, reader is an adventurer, i also dont know how housing works in genshin so the funeral parlor is homing for employees too
after the passing of the archon morax and the defeat of osial, liyue has never been more busy than before. the lantern rite has made your workload almost triple, running to do additional commisions given out by the guild. you always end up coming back to your home city all haggard and beaten up.
you trudge the trail back, yawning as you go to sit on the edge of the cliff to look over the harbor. taking a break, you rest your sore legs while humming the soft tune you heard a street preformer sing. a glaze lily starts to bloom as the sun sets in the horizon, blooming in your face while shining a vibrant icy blue. by plucking it off its stem, the sweet scent swarms your nose as you are reminded of the scent of the man you see around the wangsheng funeral parlor.
he tends to have a sophisticated aura around him while standing with respectable posture, knowing almost everying that has happened in liyues history. you had done some of his commissions, but he did follow along each time.
zhongli joined you while you did his errands, seemingly odd as he is paying you for something he can easily do on his own. but every time he was around you, he told extravagant stories about the history of liyue and how it came to be. it left you hanging onto every word he says that now, you try and visit whenever you can to see him at the parlor. and whenever you seem like you were going to be a bother, he was already waiting for you with a second cup of tea.
you stare at the flower in hand before wincing at the feeling of sharp pain running up your arm. the bandage wrapping your arm was soaked red which signals that you should go back to the pharmacy and get checked up.
your tired legs drag you back to walking the trail, making way to your destination. but before you can tell where you were heading, you open the front door of the parlor. his eyes were already looking at you, though a client was standing befor him while talking business. you tiredly smile and wave at him, flower still clutched in your hand.
“excuse me,” zhongli politely waves off the client, telling him that he is off work for the day to tend to your needs. before he says anything, he reaches a hand up to your red cheek with a look of concern plastered on his face. his hand lifts your wounded arm to take a look before leading you up the stairwell to his respective room.
once the door closes behind the two of you, it hits that you realize that you have only been his office but never his room. the room glowed a warm amber from the many lanterns that lit up the area.
“little miss, you must be more careful with yourself. the bubu pharmacy would have been a better location to visit than me,” zhongli sighs and sits you down on the cushioned seat. he takes out whatever material he has to clean and heal you up.
your face turns red as he uses his teeth to pull each at the glove off of each finger, gently folding to place them on the table. zhongli removes his coat and hangs it up before taking a seat next to you. his slender fingers undo the wrapping on your arm and gently wipe down your wound. you were too focused on how close he was to you.
you didn’t realize how hard you were chewing on your bottom lip until a metallic taste dribbled onto your taste buds. zhongli looks up after finishing his wrap and watching you touch your bloody lip.
“i barely told you two minutes ago to be careful with yourself,” he huffs out a breathy laugh and places his clean hand on your cheek, thumbing away the blood. it was suffocating how dense his aura is, feeling as if he was going to swallow you whole right there.
“why not take a bath, refreshen a bit. don’t mind if you get the bandage wet, i can always replace it.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head. you blush and nod, accepting the extra clothing he hands over to you as he ushers you to the bath.
he lets you have your time alone to wash up, letting the hot steam seap beneath your skin. you havent felt a comfort of a bath in what felt like ages. though you have hopped in some clean springs to wash up whatever you could, the warmth of an indoor bath never felt better.
you clear your mind over how flustered you were earlier, it wasn’t like you to act this way around zhongli. he always felt more like a good friend you could just sit around with for a while, but now you felt as if there was tension between the two of you. maybe you were just overreacting and he’s just being kind.
you sigh and hop out of the bath, drying yourself off with the towel he had provided you. after completely dry off, you slip on the loose fitting clothes he had offer you. you find him still sitting at the table, this time with two cups of tea.
“thank you, for taking me in.” you take a seat and smile at him, cheeks still red from the steaming bathroom, and possibly from how he made you blush earlier. zhongli nods and takes a sip from his tea, enjoying the comfortable silence. you didnt realize his eyes were on you while you sipped your tea.
“why is it that, once you finally get a break, instead of taking a rest, you come to me.”
the question took you by shock and if you weren’t speechless then, you definitely are now. turn to look at him and his eyes bore into yours, and they started to look like they were glittering gold, brighter than his usual self.
“i- i don’t know, i’m sorry.” you stutter as you advert your gaze away from him, shying away from his intense stare.
“there is no matter in apologizing, i am simply curious to why you enjoy my presence,” zhongli gently pinches your chin between his index and thumb to force you to look him in the eye, “though i may know why you come to me now.”
it happened so fast - zhongli’s lips were against yours leading you. it was so gentle yet firm, making sure you know he was in charge. you felt almost breathless the way he kisses you; his fingers were still holding your chin while his other hand holds onto your thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. he suckles on your tongue, peaking his eye open a little to see you dazed and flustered.
a trail of spit connects your tongues as he pulls away, retracting his hands as he prepares to apologize. your hands grab his wrists and whine, trying to tug him back.
“don’t go, please. i need more.” you whine, letting your guard down as his eyes grow softer. you were in such a needy state and had made all this way just to join him. so it didn’t take much convincing for him to lift you up and take you to his bed.
you have spent nights camping out, having no time to go back home and rest up. when coming in contact with the silk sheets has you melting in the soft comfort. not only were the sheets were bringing you comfort, but zhongli’s lips could rival the softness of the bed.
he kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling the skin to draw out your pitiful whines. your arms loop around his neck to keep him close, not wanting for you to leave you cold and alone in the bed, but it was evident that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. and there was that familiar scent again; glaze lillies and the hint of silk flowers made it all more comforting.
“is this alright?” zhongli fumbles a bit with your clothes, only to continue when you nod in confirmation. he undoes your clothing, taking every piece off gently as he knew you were still injured. his kisses were placed intricately onnyour skin, making sure to place more gentle kisses on your injuries. you felt rather embarrassed, being the only one half naked, pushing his shoulder gently.
“speak up, you have to tell me what you want.” he pulls away, taking place between your thighs and massaging the soft flesh under his bare hands. your hands reach out to grab at his tie, tugging on the fabric.
“please take it off, please. this is embarrassing.” you whine as your face flush a brighter red. he laughs a bit and undoes his tie, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
“you just had to say so, darling. besides, i would not say no to you.” he shrugs off the rest of his clothing, undoing his pants right in front of you. you stare at his chest, a gold tattoo in a geometric pattern was centered on his sternum. it was as if your hand had a mind of it’s own, coming to touch the somewhat glowing decal. he was warm under your hand, heartbeat thumping normally compared to your own anxious heart. his hand comes to rest on top of yours, pressing it closer to his chest.
“i will explain more on a later date, i know you do enjoy my stories. for now let me take care of you.” his fingers intertwine with yours as he leans down to kiss your inner wrist where your pulse is felt against his lips. you nod, preferring to wait for the story on a later time, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.
your feet kick up when you feel his clothed cock presses against you. you can already tell that he was thick as he grinded up against you, drawling out sweet whines out of your mouth. he trail soft kisses down your neck, kissing between your breast and palming them in his hands. his mouth was then met with the heat kf your clothed cunt. though you were separated by your panties, you could feel his hot breath fanning against you.
zhongli looks up at you, silently asking for permission and once you nod, he slips off the panties. tossing it to the side, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue through your folds gently. your eyes widen and your hands were immediately clutching at his hair.
he hums as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. you were already bucking your hips against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably. his hand comes to your mouth and slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you moan and suck on them immediately, one hand freeing his hair to grip his wrist.
he pulls away and spits on your cunt, as if you were soaking the bed underneath you already. the hot liquid melds with your slick, running down your cunt. he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tips of your fingers. cooing at your embarrassment, he slides a wet finger into your cunt.
“a-ah.” you stutter out, gripping the pillows behind you.
“alright, do we need to slow down?” he rubs your thigh lightly, goosebumps growing on your skin under his palm. you shake your head and grind down against his hand to urge him to continue.
he kisses your clit as he continues to tease you with only one finger, trying not to laugh when you whine. you couldn’t even voice out your needs, only squirming under him.
once he finally slides the second finger, it already felt like perfection. he had his lips still attached to your pulsing nub as he scissored you open, curling his fingers a bit and holding your hips down with a firm hand when you get to squirmy. the familiar tight knot was already forming in your core, gummy walls clamping around his fingers as you try your best to grind your clit on his tongue.
he watches with hooded eyes as you ride out your orgasm, even pushing you past the brink to draw tears of pleasure out of your glossy eyes. only when you start to nudge him off he pulls away, looking down at you flustered body and heaving chest as you try and catch your breath.
your eyes wander down his chest as you try to catch your breath, seeing the noticable buldge through his boxers.
“don’t need to worry about me, darling. this is enou-.” before he can finish his sentence you weakly tug at the hem of his boxers, whining.
“no, need you too, please.” you plea, pushing down the clothing. his hard cock slaps his thigh, hanging heavy and hard from watching you lose yourself on his tongue. he doesn't flinch, but you do; you were shocked by his sheer size. you blush and look away when you catch yourself staring, whining when you hear his low chuckle.
“you wanted this, now don’t look away.” zhongli grabs your face to force you to make eye contact with him. he smiles in satisfaction, releasing your cheeks from his grips so you can watch him grab the base of his dick with the same hand. it was obvious that he was bigger than others, thicker than average, but when he slaps his cock gently against your sensitive cunt, it made it all more obvious.
“this little cunt of yours, so small. will you be good and take all of me?” zhongli leans in to whisper in your ear. shivers run down your spine as you whine out a small yes, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
he laughs a bit and positions himself, letting his top nudge at your hole. your breath hitches as he pushes past the first ring of muscle, going tense from the uncomfortable stretch. zhongli knows his size, pausing every once in a while.
he does, however, enjoy how cute you get when he wont hurry up. he sometimes hold his positions for you to adjust because he says he knows what you need. but once he bottoms out, you felt the air knock out of you. your vision goes white as you convulsed under him, thighs tightening around his waist.
zhongli coos as drool dribbles out of your mouth, feeling your walls barely clamp around him. his hand gently pats your cheek, squishing them to shake your limp head. he starts to roll his hips, watching you squirm.
“thats it, good morning, dear.” he smirks as you blink your eyes open. he was trying to hide the fact that he was proud that he made you pass out on him because of his sheer size, but it was evident on his face. you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, grabbing his shoulder to find some stability.
his thrusts were smooth and slow, letting you adjust to him. but you start begging for more and more, only making him follow your needs. from soft to brutal, his hips were bruising up your thighs with every thrust. you were rendered speechless under him, only squealing when he pushes your knees up, folding you into a mating press.
“sh-shoo deep! t-too deep!” you cry put, clinging to the pillows as he ignores your pleas. he grunts as his bangs cling to his sweaty forehead. your eyes cross and toes curl as hes reaching farther than before.
you couldn’t tell if it was your imagination but you saw a faint golden glow coming from the tip of zhongli’s hair. but it wasn’t the time to think about the cause of light, only having the brain power to go dumb on his cock.
“doesn’t seem like you’re complaining anymore. good girl, i know what yok need.” zhongli growls animalistically, causing you to clamp on him tighter. you squeal and cum once again, squeezing to urge him to cummin you. he groans at the tightening feeling as he releases into you. he continues to thrust to ride out each other’s orgasm, mainly focusing on you. each thrust, more of his cum overflows out of you, making an absolute mess out of each other and the sheets.
you two are panting to the same rhythm, holding onto each other as if it was the the last time you two would see each other. he nudges his nose against yours, pressing a soft kissagainst your lips. you barely could kiss back, letting him do whatever he wanted. he pulls out out of your puffy cunny, flipping over onto his back to hold you to his chest.
“maybe it was the best idea to visit me instead of the pharmacy, my cure seems to be better than anything baizhu could come up with.” zhongli laughs a bit, grabbing your wrist before you could playfully slap his chest. he holds you close for a while, hair still glowing but dimming down as the mood dies down.
“zhongli wha-.”
“how about i explain this all while we take another bath. this slimy feeling is bringing back horrid memories, lets wash up.”
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Oh, so if you don't mind I'd like you to publish it so I can give it a read :3 Who knows maybe I like it or maybe I don't, but I'm looking forward to reading it, so no fear! let's see what comes out! By the way, what do you mean by "DMCast" would be the name of the character/story? I had seen it in your drawing but I didn't really understand the meaning. Ehehehe, I'm kind of stupid
First of all, DMCast sprouted from Dreamcast! (originally the au was called BonKel but No)
second, here's the drabble! i'm not sure if im gonna keep the latest concept or change it up again but. i mean its there! (also yo i figured out how to make a read more thingy on mobile :D)
THIRD OF ALL THAT I JUST REMEMBERED when i first started writing this i realized i didnt know where the fuck i was going with this so. it (probably) might not make a lot of sense. honestly i was in one of those writing moods that appear very once in a blue moon for me lol
fourth of all if theres some words that dont make sense please understand that i lack a formal writing braincell and that english is not my native language
“Don’t you- you- GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
Aubrey staggered backwards from the two, the grip on her weapon tightening so hard one could believe it would shatter in her hands.
The rain reminded her of those dramatic shots in movies when the cast would grieve one of their friends or family, and just by barely seeing the face of her first real friend through the thick droplets of the storm, it might as well just be the same here. She felt like some poor scared animal in front of their predator, like an underleveled player facing a-
“Aubrey- I-” The underling glanced nervously between the opponent and his teammate, who was looking for something in his pocket. Probably some secret weapon he’s had stashed for battle. “Can- Can you put the bottle down-? We’re- We just-” He cowered behind his shady, trust-worthy, inseparable friend. It seemed like he was about to say something else, but just a glance towards him prompted him to skip his dialogue.
“No- nonono you guys are-” She tensed her shoulders, aiming her shining weapon towards the enemies. The looming shadow finally pulled out his weapon of choice: of course it was a knife. “Traitors. That’s what you fucking are- You cowered and hid away when Kel died-! I needed you! It’s your fault the- everyone-” ...their fault what? She was grasping at straws at this point. What was she even doing anymore? “...Go away.”
“...You- didn’t… You... Listen- We… we want to talk! Ask- ask some things. Maybe. Mari-”
“Mari got to talk with Hero.”
Aubrey felt a weight in her throat, but why?
Oh. Right.
No, hang on-
“...Aubrey… What- what happened?”
“...what did you do?”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! I DIDN’T! I couldn’t- I can’t-” The panic was getting to her, like a stupid fucking kid throwing a tantrum. She refuses. She couldn’t. She didn’t..? “I DON’T KNOW! JUST- LEAVE ME ALONE!” It was too blurry to know anything. Both outside and inside.
Aubrey swung her Shattered Glass, dealing a critical hit on… someone, for sure.
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JJ x Plus size reader
No fuxking clue how many words this is but here you go, my first fic in ages! I hope y'all enjoy.
Fluffy soft JJ is the whole plot really.
You laid on the HMS Pogue, an oversized shirt covering your body as everyone else swam around the boat. Your hands were pressed into the soft flesh of your abdomen, you felt the bit where your stomach stuck out where your bikini pressed too much into your chub. Your friends looked to be having an amazing time, and you wishes so much to join them, but there was a deepest fear of rejection and mockery for your body. The rest of the pogues had already seen you in a swim suit before but today felt different, when you woke up and looked in the mirror, it felt wrong, you felt bigger, misshapen, unattractive, simply, you felt wrong. JJ watched you from the water, his eyes scanning your still figure, admiring how your shirt feel across your breasts, tucking into your back roll, slipping down off your belly and ending at your thick thighs. God, your thighs, part of him wanted to bite the soft flesh of your inner thighs as you wrapped your legs around this head. He shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his head because he could feel himself growing hard.
"Y/n, you joining us?" JJ called, trying to distract from his smutty thoughts.
"Nah, not today, sorry JJ," you replied, rolling your head to the side to look at him as you spoke.
"Aw, come on, the waters great and it's so hot out you have to swim," Kie shouted as she splashed at John B and Pope who wrote annoying her.
"Y/n, if you dont come in I'm pulling you in," JJ spoke, swimming closer to the boat, "I'm serious"
You looked down at him, seeing the threat behind his eyes, you stood up, it was slightly painfull seeing as your sweaty thighs had stuck to the fiberglass of the boat. You sucked in a deep breath, tugging the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your high waisted bikini. JJs eyes widened, he let out a low whistle, mumbling 'damn'. Had it been most other days you wouldnt have caught the adoration in his voice but you would have taken his explitive as a compliment, but you weren't like you were most other days. Taking his words as mockery, tears pricked your eyes, you dove over him, entering the water just behind him and diving deeper and swimming underneath his legs and under the boat, gasping for breath when you came up on the other side. You laid in your back, ears under water as you caught your breath, what you couldn't hear was the group freaking out, especially JJ.
"Y/n should have come up by now" he spoke, spinning himself around in the water.
"Yeah, they should have," John B agreed looking down into the murky depths past his feet but seeing nothing.
"Y/N!" JJ called before diving down, looking to see if you had hit a rock or something but unable to find any sign of you.
You lifted your head out of the water, hearing your friends call out for you, and it clicked, something you hadn't realized in your fog of self loathing that you had dove into the water and then disappeared. They must be freaking out, you thought as you gripped the edge of the boat, kicking you legs as you hoisted yourself in, grabbing your shirt immediately to cover your body.
"Hey guys," you hollered, catching there attention as they all searched for you.
"Y/N, what the actual fuck, we thought you drowned" Pope yelled
"You scared the shit out of me," John B chimed in
"If you ever do some shit like that again you're dead to me, I was so worried" Kie added finally
JJ, as opposed to everyone else didnt say anything, just climbed into the boat and enveloped you in a hug. You flinched at the contact, not wanting anyone to feel how big you were.
"I thought you died," he whispered in your ear, and something in his voice broke when he spoke.
"Well I'm alive," you spoke, coldly, remembering what he said. He pulled back from the embrace, trying to look you in the eye, sensing that something was off.
"Yo, you good" he asked gently, still trying to catch your eye.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just remembered that my mom needed me home for something" it was a total lie, the only thing that your mom needed you to do was to stay the fuck out of her way.
"Oh, okay, guys we got to get Y/n home, they have something to do," JJ shouted to the rest of the group, even though he didnt really believe it.
The group was quick to return to shore, all piling into the twinkie to get you home. John B., Pope, and Kie all spent the way to your house chatting, but you stayed quiet, your hands fiddling in your lap, JJ was quiet too, watching you with concern and curiosity in his eyes, what was up with you? You never would have done the disappearing act earlier on any other day, you knew it would cause too much concern, he was also worried about your silence, you were often such a talkative and fun person.
"Sorry for cutting the fun short guys," you broke your silence as you stepped out of the van.
"Nah, it's fine, you didnt, cause ya know, the fun never ends," John B. smiled at you
"Plus, there is always time tonight, we could meet back up at the Chateau," Pope chimed in.
"Yeah, maybe," you smiled softly, thinking about how you didnt want to see anyone else today, just lay in bed. As you climbed the steps to your house someone caught your wrist making you turn around, your eyes meeting JJs. As soon as you saw him, you felt your heart melt a little, how gently his hand was on yours, but then you remembered what he said earlier. You pulled your wrist from his grasp, looking him dead in the eye.
"Yes, JJ?" You asked, a slight bitterness in your tone, causing him to step back.
"I-I just wanted to say goodbye," he said, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.
"Oh, bye" you said, opening the door and closing it quickly behind you, your back hitting the wood.
JJ stood there for a second, staring at the paint peeling off the door, feeling wounded at your coldness.
"Hey JJ, you comin?" Kie yelled at him from the Twinkie, snapping him out of it.
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, jogging back down the steps.
You stayed in your room for hours, your phone buzzing on the night stand as you hid under the covers. The sun had set on the water, the sky still shining a faded orange and purple. You hadn't moved since you got home, just laid in bed and let your mind stop, the existence of your body disappearing beneath the covers.
Your cheeks were damp with tears, wiping them away as they feel was too much work. There was a light knock on your window, making you shoot up straight in bed, looking at the window pain, behind sat a very concerned looking JJ.
You got out of bed, lifting up the window and stepping aside so JJ could climb in, this was something he had done before, crash at your house if he was tired of John B. but didnt want to go home.
"Hey Y/n," he spoke softly, a rarity for JJ
"JJ, what are you doing here?" you hissed, still not wanting to be around anyone
"Well, you weren't answering your phone and you were acting really weird earlier so I, I got worried"
"Yeah, like you care" you snapped, still over reacting at his words earlier
"What the fuck is your deal," he bit back "I'm trying to be nice, to be a good friend, and maybe make you realize that I fucking like you but you keep shooting me down,"
"What?" you muttered
"Nevermind, I shouldn't be here," he said, making a move for the window.
"No, you cant like me," that caught his attention, he turned around, your face was confused, your brain clearly trying to put things together, "how could you like me when I look like this, I mean, you even mocked me this morning,"
"Wait, what? Mocking you? When, what? And why the fuck cant I like you, is there some rule somewhere written in fucking stone,"
"Yeah, you made a mocking cat call when I took off my shirt to swim,"
"You thought I was mocking you?" His brow furrowed "I wasnt mocking you, that was genuine, I was trying to get you to realize that I have a thing for you!"
"JJ why?"
"Why? Why what? Why do I like you? Are you serious? Have you seen yourself!"
"Yes, yes I fucking have and that's exactly why you cant like me," you yelled, a tear escaping your eye.
"What are you even saying, Y/n?"
"This" you gestured to your body "This is why you cant like me, I'm fat JJ, I jiggle and my thighs rub, I have back rolls, I-" JJ cut you off, grabbing your face in his hands, thumbing your cheeks softly as he pressed his lips to yours hastily. You melted into him, giving yourself to the kiss, as if something in you surrendered to his affection.
You both pulled away, gasping for breath, forehead leaning on each other.
"Y/n, I like you, and that's always been something I've had a hard time saying, but I do, I like how you stomach sticks out, and how thick your thighs are, sometimes I imagine myself between them," you pulled back, looking him dead in the eye and biting your lip. "Moving on, I like how your boobs aren't a handful, they are like 5 handfuls, and how soft your back rolls are, I like you, I like your body, so get that through your dumb head," he joked, tapping your skull causing you to giggle. He pushed you down onto the bed, him landing softly on top of you. "Now that's out of the way, will you please just be mine, Y/n?"
"Yeah, JJ, I'll be yours, happily," his face broke into a smile as he ran his hands up and down your sides, leaning down and mashing his lips with yours.
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pairing | mason x detective sofía olmos
word count | 2.8k
warnings | smut. very nsfw. minors keep scrolling
tags | @raleiighcarrera ; @pixeljazzy ; @lyuyu ; @bellarxse ; @bceky ; @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for ; @brightpinkpeppercorn ; @pixelsandkink ; @katbee ; @admdmrtn ; @agentsunshine ; @echohauville
author’s note | well! the prompt is pretty self explanatory. and plus it’s mason. yall know its ab to get smutty. this is my first and only submission for day 14 (throat) for @31daysofwayhaven also kudos to all the writers that’ve managed to be consistent – hats off to you seriously! um i’m terrified bc this is my first mason smut piece so please be nice [kudos appreciated on ao3]
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He laced his fingers through her thick hair, reveling in the way his skin looked contrasted against the midnight of her hair.
On her knees, clutching his thighs with a grip that nearly broke the skin, his cock buried in her mouth, she took him all in. Her lips pursed around his head, tongue sliding against his shaft as he eased his hips forward.
“You almost got it,” he purred, watching as her mouth opened wider, lips tightening as he pumped into her slowly. “That’s it.”
Her throat pulsed, and he felt spurts of air from her nostrils against his lower stomach, sending a chill up his spine.
He held her in place, feeling her tongue writhe against him. A groan rumbled through his chest, his grip tightening on the back of her head.
The moment she choked, coughing, he pulled himself free from her mouth, his cock twitching at her initial gasp. Her eyes fluttered, gaze fixated up at him, spit glistening on her chin, her mouth parted as she hungrily gulped the air.
“Did you like that?”
She nodded, blinking rapidly. “Yes, I did.”
She stuttered, like she couldn’t believe she was saying it herself.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” she breathed.
“You’re gonna try to take it all for me, alright, sweetheart?” He smirked, one hand sliding from the back of her head to pinch her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
He leaned down, kissing her open mouth, tugging gently on her bottom lip, caught between his teeth. She groaned as he pulled himself back into standing position, belt buckle jingling at the movement.
“I know, I know, I’m hypnotizing, but I need to know you want this,” he laughed breathily, watching as she came to, nodding furiously.
“Yes, please,” she nearly whined, her hands clutching his thighs once more.
He repeated the first few steps, pumping himself in her mouth slowly, the short strokes making his eyes roll back into his head. He’d normally throw his head back and focus on the feeling, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way her lips stretched over him, her rosy lipstick rubbing off at the corners, streaking down the sides of his shaft.
God, sloppy, messy head excited him. After all these years, all the people that sucked him off, he’d never get tired of that particular disheveled look.
But if he had to pick his favorite person wearing that look, it’d be Sofía. He wasn’t even close to being finished with her and he knew she wore it best.
He pushed a little farther into her mouth, deepening his strokes, feeling her tongue flatten against him.
“Fuck…” he moaned under his breath, inciting a hum from her, and when it traveled up his body, he was the closest to heaven he’d ever get.
The typical person would think Mason preferred the act of coming, the brief euphoric peak that overtook his already heightened senses a high he chased often – but it was completely the opposite.
He loved the chase – hunting, trapping, planning on how he’d go in for the kill. That was what excited him the most.
So watching her try her hardest to hold it all in for him was nearly pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t recount a time where he was that close, that fast.
He watched her carefully, pushing himself all the way in, her lips grazing the trimmed hair above the base of his shaft. She held eyes with him, squinting as she tried to hold back a gag.
Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, and her chest flexed, like she needed air. He pulled himself out of her mouth, watching a thick string of saliva drip onto the floor.
She gasped, eyes half lidded, lipstick smeared onto her glistening chin.
“You want more, sweetheart?”
She nodded, mouth open, tongue pointed. The tip of it grazed the head of his cock, making him inhale sharply.
This time, he pushed himself in all the way, a little rougher than before, eyes still locked with hers. The broken garble that came from her as he pumped into her mouth ripped a growl from him, every sound she made triggering an animalistic response of his own.
“Fuck, Sofía –” He breathed, gripping her jaw with his left hand, his other hand tangled in her hair.
She tapped his leg lightly, a gentle warning, so he pulled out once again, revelling in the way her desperate breaths sounded, the way her chest glistened, adorned with spit, the way her lengthy locks looked against her bare skin, freckled just like his.
“I can handle more,” she breathed, leaning forward to suck gently on his head, hazel eyes transfixed on his.
He’d been looked at before by a woman on her knees, but never like that. Something about Sofia brought out his most primal instincts. He couldn’t deny that she was stunning and as adventurous as he was – and something about that made him want to stake his claim on her.
Despite her voice, which was dripping with desire, her eyes were glimmering innocently, like every word she said doubled as sexy and sincere.
“‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Of course.’” It played on loop in his brain – the way the words fell from her lips without hesitation. Like a reflex. Like it was second nature to do so.
“If you want me to stop, tap my leg just like before,” he said, barely able to choke through the words as she lazily swirled her tongue around his tip.
She nodded, squeezing his thighs in anticipation.
He cupped her face around her ears, gripping her head firmly. This time, since she was eased into the idea, he went all in.
His hips snapped into her, burying himself in her mouth, watching himself disappear behind her pretty lips. Saliva bubbled out of the corners of her lips, leaking out and down her chin. Making a mess of her was his favorite thing.
His hands snaked into her hair again, this time gathering it at the nape of her neck. She groaned, evoking a soft “shit” from his lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath. He twisted the hair around his wrist like a dark rope until he could guide her bobbing head at the pace he wanted.
He felt her tighten her lips as he pumped into her, the heat of her mouth making him shudder. She dug her fingernails into his bare thighs, eyes watering, brows furrowed. Her knuckles were white with the effort, but she didn’t tap his leg.
She just kept her eyes focused on him like he was the only thing that mattered.
God how the fuck did she manage to make throat fucking into something more with a single look?
But he didn’t mind it. Or at least he didn’t think he minded it. He’d figure it out later. She didn’t say she wanted more than whatever their arrangement was. So maybe she didn’t. Maybe the look was nothing –
A tap on the leg broke his train of thought.
When he pulled out, she gasped, swiping the back of her hand across her chin, smearing the rouge color even more.
“Trying to clean up the mess I made?”
“Maybe,” she ran a tongue over her bottom lip, a soft, sultry smile blooming.
“Well, don’t. I worked hard on that,” he laughed breathily, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
“What’re you gonna do about it?” She whispered, one hand still firmly gripping his thigh, the other slung between her bent legs, grazing her inner thigh.
Mason hadn’t seen her since she left the meeting a trembling mess, her bounty weighing heavy on her conscience – as he expected.
He realized later that walking to her car, thinking about her on and off throughout the day, and the general uneasiness he felt at her absence was unmistakable – he was concerned for her.
He didn’t hate the feeling, but it tugged at him, distracting him from his normally laid back demeanor. He was on edge.
So days later, when he volunteered to visit the station to check on her and found out she was off for the first time in months, he jumped at the chance to see her. Smoothly, of course.
“Yeah, after the, uh, ‘news’ I kinda need a weekend to relax… but I don’t even know if I’m capable of that,” she chuckled, nervousness fraying the edges of her laugh. “I should be on high alert, you know? But instead I’m looking for a distraction.”
She chewed her lip and wrung her hands, staring out at the setting sun. The wind swept her bangs around, catching a loose strand in her glossy red-toned lipstick.
He liked Sofía like this. Deep in concentration, brows furrowed, gaze set. Quiet.
“I can help with that,” he said, matter-of-factly, breaking her train of thought.
“Huh?”
“I can help with that,” he said again, unwilling to explain.
“You don’t have to distract me, Mason. I’ll be okay,” she shrugged, but it didn’t meet her eyes.
She was way too easy to read – half of the time she turned him down because she wanted to hear him ask again.
“You and I both know you’ve been waiting to get your hands on me since our meeting,” he said under his breath, stepping towards her, where she stood next to the front door of her car.
“And you haven’t?” She asked innocently, but challenging nevertheless.
She always did that and it both infuriated him and made him hard – she acted like she didn’t know that she was driving him crazy. But she knew. She had to.
“You know I have,” he grinned, taking another predatory step towards her, trapping her against her car. “I’ve been thinking about you wrapping those pretty little lips around my cock.”
Her mouth parted, but no words came. The flush that spread across her face was swift, like a wildfire of scarlet. He never really knew what would do the trick, so he found himself trying anything to get her to trip over her words.
“Do… you wanna come back to my place?”
He knew she was gonna ask but it didn’t hurt to hear it.
He knew she was gonna click the radio on, apologizing profusely when it burst through the speakers, grating at his ears.
He knew she was gonna refuse to look at him from the walk to the car to the apartment, like she was unsure it was really happening – or she was embarrassed.
He knew she was gonna lock the door behind them and immediately stride to the kitchen to offer him a drink. And he knew she knew that he would turn it down every time.
He knew she was gonna wait for him to be the first to make a move, darting across the room to wrap her in a frenzied kiss, feeling her melt in his hands.
He knew she was gonna eventually writhe beneath him, fingers knotted into his hair while his mouth worked its magic, her gentle moans of his name falling from her mouth so adoringly despite him never saying hers that way.
He knew she was gonna eagerly reciprocate since she strived for perfectionism in every aspect of her life, especially one where she knew the other person was more experienced than her.
But what he didn’t anticipate was the way it felt that time. The way he felt – the way she was acting. Something was different. Like she had something to prove… more than usual.
Wordlessly, he pulled her up from her knees, gripping her chin in one hand. He kissed her open mouth, revelling in the familiarity of her scents that enveloped him. The faint minty gum on her breath, the lingering smell of her floral shampoo, even the remnants of the lipstick on her chin smelled sweet.
“You always have something to say,” he nearly growled, backing her towards the countertop. “But you never tell me what you want.”
Normally they could manage to stumble back to her bedroom, but neither of them could wait. She barely had time to offer refreshments before his pants were at his knees.
He lifted her onto the counter, splaying her thighs out, ignoring her yelp as the cold countertop hit her skin, raising goosebumps on her legs.
“Mason…” she breathed, half-lidded gaze trained on him.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he smirked, nipping lightly at the skin of her inner thigh, laughing softly as he heard her pulse jump. “Can’t do anything if I don’t know what you want from me.”
She chewed her lip and he half-expected her to blush again, but what happened was the complete opposite.
Her hands slid down her stomach, towards her lacy underwear – the ones she wore when she thought she’d see him (he noticed). She pulled the crotch to the side, exposing her glistening lips to him, parted, beckoning him closer.
“Make a mess of me,” she breathed, slowly swiping a finger upwards towards her clit, before circling it languidly.
Fuck.
He gripped her hips and tugged her forward, face fitting snugly between her thick thighs. The second he dragged his tongue through her folds, settling on working her clit, a strained whine escaped her lips.
“Mason – oh, fuck –” her breath quickened, her hips bucking slowly like she was trying to ride his face from her position on the counter.
He flicked his tongue against her with fervor, taking note of her short breaths.
“I’m close – please –”
Before she could chase her release, he kissed her inner thigh again, suckling her skin lightly, grinning as she let out a frustrated huff.
“You’re really gonna tease me like that?” Her voice was hoarse. They’d barely begun and she was already disheveled.
“You’re asking me if I’m teasing you? Sweetheart, you must be joking if you think I’m gonna let you get what you want so easily,” he grinned, slowly sinking one finger into her, curling it towards him, hair raising on his neck when the moan rumbled through her chest.
“And you’re asking me to beg?” She laughed through a moan, thighs flexing as he pumped in and out of her.
A growl rolled through his body, mirroring the moan that traveled through her own, like she’d passed the torch to him.
Whatever she was doing, he wanted more of it.
“No, I’m telling you.” He tried adding a second finger, but her hand was quick, grabbing his wrist and tugging him out of her.
“And I’m telling you to keep going. Make me come,” she said confidently, while her hands quivered, giving her away.
That line alone made him want to throw her leg over his shoulder and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
But her hesitation afterwards made him think twice.
“Make me forget,” she said, quiet and unsure, her demeanor nearly deflating.
Before she could take another breath, he surged forward again, flattened tongue licking precise stripes where she wanted him most, a firm hand holding her left thigh down, the other curled under her thigh, hand splayed on her hip.
“Oh my god – fuck –” She sighed as he expertly swirled against her clit, her hand shooting out to grip his hair.
He wasn’t a masochist by any means, but the way her fingers were tangled in his hair, roughly guiding his face like she wanted – he didn’t mind the pain.
Squatting so that he could get a better view, he watched her expression contort with each stroke of his tongue.
He liked her like this, too. Deep in concentration, brows furrowed, gaze set. Loud.
Her mouth was prettiest when it stretched around his name. The drawn out “m” sound when she got lost in his touch, barely able to finish her thought, drove him wild.
But none of that changed her eyes – through her climax, she looked at him like he was it for her.
The twinge in his chest told him all he needed to know.
It wasn’t just a self indulgent fuck. He was doing what he did best to help her feel better.
He still had no clue what about Sofía drew him to her. But he wasn’t gonna deny there was some pull.
As her legs shook beneath him, and he tugged her over his shoulder to lug her to the bedroom, he shoved another realization to the side.
Yeah, the chase excited him, but Sofía’d already hunted, sinking her trap into him innocently – like she didn’t even realize she was doing it, despite clearly vying for a place in his life more than he ever tried with her.
He’d let her catch him. Just this once.
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#the wayhaven chronicles#twc#twc mason#agent mason#n*fw#31daysofwayhaven#the more i read this the more i hate it so i have to post it GOD DSKFJSKDF#i know i keep asking for yall to be nice but please be nice <3#nsft#my fic
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Hello, I just discovered your blog and your Oni content is so *chefs kiss* like holy crap!! I was wondering if you had any hcs on how he reacted to realizing the entity made him look like an Oni and maybe how his s/o reacts to finally seeing his face? Ty in advance!!
🥺🥺 thank u...
Oni And His Face
When Kazan came to the Entity's Realm, Kazan first knew something was amiss as he looked to his hands. He'd awoken in the fog, sprawled on the dying grass, and as he sat up, he caught sight of the hue. Blue skin, with claw-like nails jutting from his fingers. He fumbled, clawing at his arms, exposing more and more azure skin. Panic set in. He felt sick. He tore at the mask that was clinging to his face and threw it upon the dirt with a clatter. He palmed his cheeks. His ears. His mouth.
He'd frantically crawl on his hands and knees, nails forcing sharp indents into the ground. There was a force behind his movements that felt unnatural, like it didn't truly belong to him. Just what had the Entity done to him?
The reflection of his face stared up at him as he peered over the flurry of the stream. In the disturbed water, he could see all he'd become. In that moment, he felt his heart sink. It was one thing to be called an Oni while he was still human. It had ignited anger, sure, but now... Now he was the very thing he'd been named.
For a long while he'd stare. He'd feel everything sinking in. The panic would turn to sorrow. And then to grief.
And then? To anger. He'd make futile attempts to beat at his own reflection in the water, screaming at the top of his lungs, cursing the Entity for what it had done to him.
He descends into a rage that lasts for days, and not a single soul dares introduce themselves to him during this time. So he had a very... lonely start to living in the fog. Many trees were literally torn to pieces at his hand.
Now, lets fast forward. He's not over how much he hates what he's become, but he's... More accepting. Theres nothing he can do about it. He despises the Entity. He wears his mask constantly, because despite being the mask of an Oni, it's also just that. A mask. He prefers to wield the fake visage of an oni than to display his warped face.
But now there's you. Skipping over how you met and how you came to be together, you eventually have to look at his face. He puts it off for so long. Your hands reach for his face and he'll recoil from your touch. He will not let you look.
But it comes off one day. Not by choice. It's totally by accident. Kazan's a big guy and he's particularly heavy footed, always stepping in the wrong place and stumbling over. He can usually catch himself and steady himself against a wall or something. And usually he'll laugh it off, deep rumbles of amusement escaping him.
But not this time. The mask gets caught as he lurches forward, and it's ripped from his face. The air hits his skin and he freezes. He knows you're looking at him. You're not saying anything. He assumes you've saw what he is and yo you're disgusted.
He begins to claw at his face, fumbling to cover himself. His fingers dig into his skin and fresh blood wedges between the nails from his assault. His chest swells with anger. With disgust. With regret and shame. Heavy breathing, heaving shoulders, crimson on his fingers and on his face. You think you hear him utter something. A growl of a word.
Sorry. In his native tongue. He's apologising to you. He's harming his own face and yet he's saying sorry to you. He's sorry you had to tolerate him. Sorry you had to deal with his affections. Sorry you had to have a monster love you.
But those are just his thoughts. His thoughts. Not yours.
You dont touch him. He's freaking out, and you know by now that he shouldn't be touched in his rages. Even if he didnt mean to, he could easily lash out at you.
You call his name. "Kazan," you say. He doesn't hear you. There's a tremble in his voice as he continues telling you he's sorry. Even if you do speak his native tongue, it would be a hard task to know what he's saying due to the muffle of his hands and the shake of his deceiving angry tone. He sounds angry. But he's not.
You say it again. Louder. He doesn't hear .
You shout it.
He stops. Covering his face, his shoulders freeze up. You hear him withdraw a thick breath. You know he's going to apologise again.
You stop him. He's not lashing out now. It's safer. You say his name, softer now that he can hear you in the silence, and place your hand on his arm. His body shifts and flinches, and he tries to angle his face even further from you.
You tell him it's okay. That he's okay. You tell him that he's safe, not that it matters to him, and that you're safe. Now that one matters. When he hears you telling him that you're safe, it's something that makes him settle, even if only slightly.
You reach out, your fingers curled under his chin. He tries to move, but you urge him towards you. Gently pulling at his face to make him face you. He can't find it in him to deny you. You deserve to know, he thinks, even if it makes you hate him.
When he's facing you, you take his hands. Gently pulling them from his face. His eyes are watching your intently, swelling with sorrow. He waits for you to recoil.
But you don't.
You let go of his hands and your palms find his cheeks. He's so warm. You don't care that he hates how he looks. You don't care that there's blood on his face. You don't care.
He's hunched over you. Though he was tall enough to stand up and keep his face entirely from your reach, he doesn't. He let's you guide him closer to you as much as you want.
You kiss his cheek. And then the tip of his nose. And then his forehead. And then his lips.
You tell him you love him. He searches your eyes, wary, but there's nothing deceiving about you that he can see.
He trusts you. A weight is lifted from his shoulders.
He says sorry again, but this time he's apologising for reacting so harshly. You smile. You kiss him again and he swells with a fluttering, butterfly-filled breath. He's looking at you with adoration now. The fondness in his eyes is unbelievably endearing. It's nice to see it now that he isn't hiding his entire face from you with a mask.
The very moment he realises that you live him almost as much as he loves you 👀
#dbd headcanons#dbd the oni#oni kazan#kazan#dbd kazan#kazan yamaoka#dbd kazan yamaoka#dead by daylight#dead by daylight headcanons#i lov he
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Nobody asked for this but I wrote it anyway🤷🏼♀
Girls Need Love Too
This is my original writing, you do not have permission to copy it, changing the boy or slightly changing the details is still plagiarism. If I find out you copied my writing I will not hesitate to publicly shame you and report your sorry ass✌🏼😗
It was the early hours of Sunday morning, you roll over to realize Chris isn't beside you and his side of the bed is cold, you glance at your phone on the night stand beside the bed its 3:00Am. You start to wonder if Chris had even come to bed at all.
You begrudgingly yank the covers off your body, swinging your legs off the side of the bed, as your feet delicately touch the floor you wince at the coldness. You quickly scurry to the sitting room where you knew Chris would be slouched on the couch playing fortnight.
You stand against the wall with your arms crossed trying to keep yourself warm as the apartment got freezing at night and you were only wearing one of Christopher's t-shirts, you watched as he focused on the game, trying not to die, you loved the way his fingers would gracefully graze over the buttons on the controller and how you longed to have his fingers play with your body the same way, or how he swiped his tongue out over his bottom lip as he was concentrating, It made you think of all the sinful things chris could do with his tongue, the thought alone made you shiver, you loved the sound of his raspy voice speaking to Erick through his headset.
The floorboards creaked under the shuffling of your feet, Chris' head turned in your direction, "did I wake you up princesa", you gently smile at him as you pad over to straddle his lap, cuddling your face into the crook of his neck you meekly reply " no, I just couldn't sleep without you" and you place a gentle peck on his neck. Chris smiles to himself, while placing a soft kiss on your forehead, you let out a little sigh of happiness, glad to be back in his arms.
Christopher continued playing for another while, but the problem was, was that while he was playing you were watching him and secretly getting turned on.
Finally you took it upon yourself to start carefully placing sweet little pecks on his neck, which Chris found cute at first but it quickly became very hard for him to concentrate when you started sucking and biting on his sweet spot, he quickly turned and gave you a look that said why are you doing that. You slowly leaned up to his ear and whispered "because I would like some of your attention please", Chris looked at you, as he muted his mic he softly asked you " what kind of attention do you want nena", you grabbed on to his shoulders as you shifted your bare, wet pussy over his clothed cock, the only thing standing between you and his cock, being the thin material of his boxers, Chris' eyes quickly went wide as your gaze sunk to your thighs delicately placed around his waist, as a blush creeped it's way up your cheeks.
Chris unmuted his mic and quickly said to Erick " listen man, I have to take care of something really quick, but I'll be back in a while" Chris gave Erick no time to answer and straight away turned the game off.
Chris gently places his hands on the side of your face and pulls you closer to kiss you, as you pull away for breath your foreheads pressed against each other, your noses softly brushing against one anothers, he whispers " I'm all yours Hermosa, all you ever have to do is just ask". You start making out, loving the feeling of Chris' tounge exploring every inch of your mouth, you start grinding your hips down on him, he let's out a low growl in your mouth.
You stand up to kneel down between his legs, you spread his legs nice and wide, you gently run your nails along his thighs, he let's out a little whimper " nena por favor", you obediently nod your head as you drag his boxers off his body, he sighs of relief as the crisp air in the apartment hits his cock.
You lovingly gaze up at him through your eyelashes as you lick your quivering lips in anticipation, Chris let's out a deep throaty moan at the sight of you. You take a good look at him, appreciating every inch of his body, his handsome face, his tattoo's, his muscle's, his abs, his juicy thighs that looked good enough to ride and lastly his big, thick cock that was begging for your attention, you firmly grabbed ahold of the base of his cock with your dainty little hand and gently squeezing him a little bit as your tounge swirls around his leaking pink tip, you slowly lick from the base of his cock up to the tip, stopping to suck on his tip, watching as his head slowly tips back with his mouth wide open. You proceed to take his whole cock in your mouth, your nose gently brushing off his abdomen, as you continue to bob up and down on his cock, deep throating him, you palm his balls making sure that they get just as much attention as his cock, you look up at Chris to see him desperately grabbing at the couch beneath him, while he breathlessly calls your name out, you realize Chris is about to come when he starts rapidly trusting his hips into your mouth, you gag and moan around his cock, your spit all over his cock, drool leaking out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your neck pooling in between your breasts, as he fucks you pretty little mouth with his throbbing cock relentlessly, his cock begging to release in your mouth. Chris finally shoots his load into your mouth, you swallow every drop and continue to bob your head to milk Chris' high.
When he's finished he weakly says "nena stand up for me", you quickly stand on your feet, Chris sits up leaning forward to pull you to stand between his legs, his face being directly in front of your aching pussy the only thing blocking his view being the T-shirt you were wearing belonging to him. He gently placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing his thumbs in circles, he leaned in and started to place sweet soft kisses on your thighs, he took hold of your right leg and placed your foot on his left thigh, he licked, sucked and bit his way up the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of little red marks behind him, you let out little whines and moans in anticipation, you could feel him smirking on the inside of your thigh, he stopped just before he got to your pussy.
He slowly lifted his T-shirt up over your stomach and placed gentle kisses up your hips to your stomach, you looked at him " papi por favor, I need you", Chris looked at you, your arousal dripping down the inside of your left thigh, Pooling at your foot and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, he had no idea you had been this turned on. "Take off my T-shirt hermosa" he softly whispered, you proceeded to do as your told, when you took his T-shirt off you placed your foot back up on his thigh for him "good girl, baby" he rasply replied, he gripped your thigh pulling it up over his shoulder for better access.
He placed an open mouth kiss on your clit, your body quivered with the sensation it sent through your body, as you let out a blissful moan, he glanced up at you through his thick lashes "aye dios mio nena, your not going to last very long, are you?", you shook your head " no papi", you both knew there was no way you were gonna last long, you were far to sensitive and he had barely even touched you, Chris just seemed to have that effect on your body.
His tounge delved inside your aching pussy, lapping up all your juices, letting out grunts of satisfaction as he sucked and tugged on your aching clit, like he was starving and your wet cunt was a full course meal, he started pumping two of his fingers inside your tight hole, the feeling of his rough fingers and the contrast of the cool metal rings adorning his fingers had you coming in no time, you rapidly bucked your hips as Chris rode your high out.
When you had finished, you sat down, straddling his lap again, you started to aggressively make out with him again, both of you tasting your self's off each others tounge, you both moaned into each others mouth loving every second of this moment, as the two of you continued to make out, your hand reached down to pump Chris' cock that was still semi hard, he gently pulled away from you "whatcha doin" he asked with a lazy smile etched across his plump, kissable lips, you leaned forward and whispered as your lips softly brushed against his ear " papi may I ride your cock, por favor Bebé", Chris couldn't believe his ears, you were being so straight forward, normally you were his shy little baby, but he was loving you telling him exactly what you want.
He nodded with a shit eating grin on his face "si hermosa, all you have to do is ask and papi will give you what you want nena". You leaned forward place a sweet but firm kiss on his lips, it didnt take long for Chris to respond. Chris helped you stick his cock inside your pussy, oh how you both loved the way your pussy stretched around his cock to accommodate to his size, you wished you could keep his cock inside you all the time, it felt amazing to have him snug inside you throbbing.
You gazed into his eyes, seeing them overflowing with the pure love and adoration he had just reserved for you, before grabbing hold of his shoulders for support, he gripped your waist ready to keep you balanced, you started to move up and down his cock, the two of you in other bliss, the sounds of your skin slapping bouncing off the walls along with both your moans. Chris angled his hips to start thrusting up into you when he felt your movements getting sloppy and his thumb traveled down to your swollen pink clit to rub desperate circles to bring you closer to your second orgasm, while he sucked on your nipple like his life depended on it, your body started to shake "fuck papi I'm gonna cum" his spare hand traveled up between your breasts and gently squeezed your throat as he whispered in your ear " cum nena, make a mess on papi's cock like the dirty little girl you are princesa" and with that you were cumming on his cock, your pussy clenching around Chris' cock, it wasn't long after Chris came inside you filling you up to the brim with his warm sticky cum, both of you out of breath, your sweaty foreheads resting against one another, gazing into each others eyes. Chris broke the silence first "nena that was amazing", you shyly smiled at him "gracias papi for giving me some of your attention", he smirked at you "as I said nena if you want papi's attention, all you ever have to do is ask bebé".
You lazily placed your head back in the crook of his neck and placed your hand resting on his chest, while he turned fortnight back on, Chris placed a kiss on your forehead as your eyes gently fluttered closed while you listened to Chris talk to Erick through his headset again.
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The omega and Alpha thing with Toby was fucking awesome- Could you do a part two when you have time? Like Toby kidnaps the omega and kinda forces themcto like him. You're writings really good ☺️
Y/n awoke groggily, head pounding like a motherfuck. The light from a nearby window shone directly on their face, making them move to pull the blanket up. Confusion knit their eyebrows tightly as they realized their arms were restrained beside them.
Y/n's head shot up to see the leather cuffs that kept them from moving too far. Their feet were free to their relief but that emotion quickly faded when the events from the night before came flooding back.
"HELLLLP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!" They cried, thrashing their feet and pulling against the restraints. Y/n fell back onto the bed with a thud, realizing their efforts were fruitless. They were alone and likely well hidden.
After Y/n caught their breath, they began looking around. The walls were made of logs so it was probably a cabin located in who the fuck knows where. The light coming in from the window was bright and direct. Depending on their direction, it was either early morning or late evening.
The bed smelled like mothballs as if it hadn't been used since its last wash... whenever that was, and the only other furniture in the room was a small dresser and a nightstand.
Y/n laid there, listening to a ticking clock in the hallway until the exhaustion set back in and pulled them back into unconsciousness.
A door slamming shut caused y/n to jolt back from their sleep moments later. Scraping footsteps and a groan made their heart pound fast.
"Can't do anyth-thing right, can they?"
That voice struck fear into y/n's chest as they struggled against the restraints more.
"Oh, hey. You're up."
The masked man had peered his head in. Y/n laid there too fearful to say anything. The killer removed his goggles and pulled his hood off but kept his face guard on. With a huff, he knelt by the bedside.
"Look... I know you're a-afraid... but I'm not going to hurt you. What yo-you saw was strictly business." His eyes crinkled, showing a weak smile.
"Why..." y/n coughed, their voice strained from the yelling from earlier. "Why do you stutter like that..?"
A maniacal laugh erupted from the killer.
"Of all the things y-you could say to- to me first, you ask about my f-fucking t-tourettes?!" He fell to the floor, seemingly amused by the question. After his laughter subsided, he stared with a bemused look at the omega in front of him. "You're a weird one"
He got up and shut the door before pulling out a pocket knife. Y/n's eyes widened at the sight, breath hitching in fear.
"Relax, omega. I said I'm not going to hurt you." Toby reached for the restraints and began sawing at their bindings.
"The name's T-Toby. I had to restrain y-you while I was g-gone so don't take it personally. Also..." he turned and gave them a look. "Don't try to run when these are off. I'm stronger, faster, and f-from the turnout of l-last night... smarter. If y-you are to live, then you a-are to live here."
Y/n nodded quickly.
"I'm serious, d-despite these f-f-fucking tics" he struggled to get out. "Don't be stupid."
When the bounds were removed, Toby helped the omega sit up, warning them to move slow to avoid getting too dizzy. He seemed more gentle now, not wanting to terrify them.
Y/n rubbed their sore wrists with a wince.
"I'll get you some water. S-Stay here. You won't be f-fit to walk yet."
He left the room, leaving the door cracked. If y/n had said the thought of bolting hadn't crossed their mind, they'd be lying. With how weak they felt and how sure they were of being killed if they tried, it was best that they listened.
Toby had returned shortly with a glass of water. He had even put ice in it, which y/n was grateful for.
"Drink slow."
The cold water had soothed their dry and sore throat. Despite trying to hide it, a relieved hum left their lips. Toby chuckled and took the glass when they finished. He didnt want to risk them shattering it for a weapon, as little as the risk seemed.
Smart little omega, he thought to himself.
A moment passed before y/n dared to speak. "If you're so certain you could kill me if I escaped... then why dont you take your mask off? I mean, if I'm to stay here or risk my life... then can't I at least see my captors face?"
"Captor?" Toby snorted in amusement. "Well if we are b-being tech-technical then I guess that's true."
After a moment of thought, he reached behind his head and began untying it. "Just... prepare y-yourself. It's pretty gnarly."
The mask fell off with ease, revealing a large gash in his cheek. Y/n could see his teeth and gums with how wide it was. They scooted a bit further away with a grimace on their face.
"Told ya."
"How...how did that happen? I've never seen anything like that..."
"Along with tourettes, I also hav-have this thing called CIP. I can't feel pain. It doesnt h-hurt but as a kid, when I got n-n-nervous, I'd chew on my cheek. Only the p-pain wasnt there to stop me."
He removed the gloves on his hands and held them up. Each had was riddled with scars and teeth marks.
"Also developed a n-nasty habit of chew-chewing on my hands.."
Y/n frowned and shakily raised a hand to trace the scars while Toby sat with a blank look on his face.
"You think I'm s-some sort of mo-monster, don't you?"
The omega's eyes shot up to meet his brown ones with shock. "No...no... it actually makes you seem more human, really..." y/n gave a weak smile "I mean, killing everyone else in that bar and threatening to kill me then keeping me captive is scary but honestly, seeing your flaws kinda... puts me at ease."
Toby raised an eyebrow. "You... are taking this surprisingly well, omega."
They shrugged. "Trying to make the most of my current situation seeing as if I leave, I die. No offense but i still dont like you."
Toby frowned. "Understandable, I guess." After a moment he stood up. "You should get some more sleep. That pill had en-enough dosage to take down a m-man twice your size."
A week had passed and y/n was beginning to lose all hope of a normal life. Toby was rarely at the cabin and the isolation was beginning to make the omega crack. It got to the point where the omega was excited for the mornings he'd return from what he called his "job".
They rarely went outside, despite being allowed the privilege of staying within 20 feet of the cabin. Toby had trusted that y/n would stay but only for one reason. He had showed them a picture of what resided in these woods if y/n had ventured too far. A creature he called the rake.
The mere sight of it was enough to keep y/n indoors. If they did go outside, it was only to the cabin porch with the door open to allow easy access back inside. Some nights, the omega could swear they heard the creatures cry of agony at not being permitted near the cabin.
Toby had told them that the only thing keeping that creature back was due to the nature of his job and the man he worked for. It made the omega shudder, thinking that someone was that powerful enough to control the beast.
Toby had another residence where he stayed at more often to keep up appearances. When asked if they could go with one day, he gave a firm no. He had told them the place was full of other alphas, and some were so messed up and bloodthirsty that the thought of an omega in their midst would drive them more wild.
The more respected of the bunch each had their own cabin where they were permitted some privacy. No one was allowed over unless invited. The lack of trust was obvious but the mutual gain was enough to keep them from tearing at each other.
So y/n remained where they were, cleaning, cooking, pacing, and finding whatever ways to amuse themselves while the time passed.
Toby had attempted to win them over with gifts, their favorite foods, and a basic level of trust. Slowly but surely, he was winning.
Everything slowly became second nature... until y/n's omega nature kicked in and they began nesting. Every blanket and pillow in the cabin was taken. The closet was emptied and replaced with every comfy piece of cloth the omega could find. Not a thing was out of place, just how the omega liked it.
But once they snuggled down to rest, they became irritated. Something was missing. Something vital. And the omega in them would not rest until they found out what.
Y/n searched the entire house, sniffing every couch cushion and curtain but nothing was right. They began pacing and biting at their nails. By the time the door opened, the omega was nearly pulling out their own hair.
Toby stopped at the door and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Um... what are you doing?"
"Its missing something." The omega grumbled right before their nose caught onto his scent. The whipped around to face him.
"Um??"
"Jacket. Now." The omega glared.
"Excuse me? T-The fuck?"
"Jacket." The omega walked forward and grabbed at it. "I need it."
Confused but slowly becoming more amused, the alpha complied. "Have at it, I g-guess?"
Y/n snatched it and ran toward the bedroom to their closet. Toby attempted to follow but only got so far as the bedroom door before the omega growled. It was then when it got through Toby's thick skull. They were nesting. He's only seen it happen twice. Once when his sister was beginning to present and again when Jeff's brother Liu chose a place to nest at the mansion.
He decided it was best to leave them alone.
The omega began placing the jacket in its correct spot before plopping down, purring happily. An hour or two passed before they began to get antsy again. Something more was missing and the omega begrudgingly knew what. With a small growl, they went back to the living room where Toby lay on the couch, eyes closed in rest.
His eyes opened when he sensed the omega's presence. Pouting, y/n grabbed his hand and began pulling.
"Can I help you?" He chucked, getting up.
"Come." The omega dragged him toward the closet and pointed to their nest. "You go here."
Confused, Toby obliged.
"Okay, 'mega. Now what?"
"Now we sleep." Y/n plopped beside him, now content again. Toby remained at a loss for what to do. The omega stared at him expectantly.
"Well...?"
Racking his brain and wondering that the fuck it was the omega could be wanting, he lay there confused. Until it hit him. Omega's often seek approval of their nests. Without another Omega here to approve, he had to fill that role.
"Its comfy. I like it."
With a happy hum, the omega snuggled up beside him and drifted off while Toby lay there dumbfounded at what he got himself into.
Until he realized. After nesting, comes heat.
.....fuck.
#made this one longer because i got a lot of good responses from the first#i hope you like it#s/o has Stockholm syndrome now xD#ticci toby x reader#toby rogers#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta blog#creepypasta#omegaverse#abo universe
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“You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?” please this one
so i got this prompt twice but this one didnt specify davenzi and i got an idea based on a gifset and its a lil cracky but it was making me chuckle so who knows i may also write davemzi for this one but for now,,,,, have some abdi????
It had been a long night of drinking with the boys at the WG, and Matteo was curled up in bed, desperately clutching the pillow that David had used last time he was there. He had given Matteo some stupid reason for why he had to leave the party and why he couldn’t stay over that night, and finally left a couple hours ago with a kiss to Matteo’s forehead and a wave to the rest of the squad.
Matteo knew that without David’s comforting touch and warmth, it was going to take him longer to fall asleep, so he had his phone out and he was staring at it with sleepy eyes. Carlos and Jonas had left about an hour after David, and Abdi would have left with them… but he couldn’t quite walk yet. Matteo had set him up on the couch with some blankets and pillows, and a bucket and glass of water next to the couch in case he needed them.
After a while his eyes finally started drifting shut, and he sent some stupid text to David telling him that he was mad that David wasn’t there to cuddle him, putting his phone down after and closing his eyes for real. After a few minutes of gently dozing, he heard his door creak open, and then felt somebody collapse onto his bed.
He made a confused noise, and then another one when he felt thick, curly hair pressed against the side of his arm. For a split second he thought David had come back, but he knew that he was wrong once he felt how long and gangly the body in his bed actually was. He realized what was going on pretty quickly, and let out a groan.
“Abdi, what the fuck dude?”
“I- I’m sorry, man, I just, I want to cuddle, can we cuddle?”
“You came to my room, at 4am, to cuddle?”
“Yeah, dude, cuddling fucking rocks.”
“You can do whatever you want as long as you let me sleep.”
Abdi cuddled a little more into Matteo’s side and he rolled his eyes before closing them again, figuring there was no harm in having Abdi in bed with him. David wasn’t there so it wasn’t like he was going to see anything he shouldn’t have been seeing, and it was a little nice to have that extra pressure against his body as he drifted off.
He didn’t get to drift for long though, as a few minutes later Abdi whispered, “Matteo?”
Matteo sucked a slow breath in through his teeth and responded, “What, Abdi?”
“I have a crush on someone.”
“Good for you.”
“No dude I need to tell you. I have a crush on someone.”
“Sam, right? We all know dude, you guys have been hooking up for a while and obviously one of you was gonna catch feelings.”
“No that ended already, it’s not Sam. I can give you a hint.”
“Sure, give me a hint.” Matteo turned onto his back and opened his eyes, realizing that there was no way he was going to be able to sleep for a while at least.
“So, uh, you know how I’m like, straight and shit?”
Matteo snorted but let out a tired, “Yep.”
“I might not be. I don’t think I am.”
Matteo felt his eyes pop open wide before he smirked a little and asked, “So yo have a crush on a boy? Is it me?”
“Ew, no dude. You’re like my brother.”
“Is it Carlos?”
“No, that’s even worse of a guess.”
“Jonas?”
“No, he’s ugly.” Matteo laughed after Abdi said that, hoping that he would remember it in the morning so he could tell Jonas.
“So who, dude? Who’s left?”
“You’re forgetting someone kind of important.”
Matteo thought for a moment before the light bulb went off and he let out a loud laugh before turning to face Abdi, saying in the most pleased voice, “Oh my god, you have a crush on David!”
Abdi hid his face in Matteo’s arm and whispered, “You’re not mad?”
“No dude, that’s fucking hilarious. I mean, trust me, I get it. Just don’t tell him, it’ll go right to his head.”
“I’m not fucking telling him, and you can’t either! I don’t want him to know I think he’d laugh at me.”
“He would definitely laugh at you, and then maybe try to flirt with you ‘cause he’s just like that.”
“Oh don’t say that.”
Matteo laughed and rubbed his hand over his eyes, not believing the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Matteo you need to promise not to tell him. He can’t know, I don’t want to destroy your relationship.”
“Okay, well, I don’t think that you having your first gay crush on my boyfriend will destroy our relationship, but thanks for worrying about that.”
“Dude, you guys are perfect together, I can’t be the one to ruin that. You’re soulmates. Meant for each other. You’re really just the perfect couple.”
Matteo blushed a little and grinned before saying through a yawn, “Yeah, I know dude.”
“I’m going to sleep now. I promise I won’t flirt with your boyfriend.”
“Yeah don’t, he’d like it too much.”
“Wait, does he like me too? Oh god, I’m fucking everything up!”
“No, no, he’s just a fucking attention whore and it would make him even worse.”
“Oh. Okay. I’ll try to restrain myself then.”
“Good luck with that.”
***
Of course Matteo tells David when they see each other the next night, and of course David laughs for a solid five minutes before getting a look on his face.
The next time the boys were all hanging out, and David catches Abdi staring at him for a moment too long, he winks and laughs hard into Matteo’s shoulder when Abdi goes bright red and leaves the room.
part 2!!
#matteo florenzi#abdi ates#david schreibner#druck fic#druck fanfic#davenzi#guys i love abdi so much#hes so dumb and makes me so happy#i hope yall like this dumb lil thing im still processing all the shit that happened#noggins stuff
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fuck it. a3 blooming live liveblog but condensed. aka Highlightz. i cant understand japanese so these’ll just b like. stuff that stood out 2 me. also rip but i skipped some of the songs that i did’;t kno/havent heard yet so i can experience em later n enjoy em more after i kno the song!
note: i call em by their chara namez since idk all the seiyuu n it’s easier to just refer t’ em all by chara name even if i do remember/kno the seiyuu for some a the charaz okie~? ^^
itaru’s hair styled like itarus!! :D chikage wearing circle glasses!! :DD
AZAMI IS SO CUTE WAA??? n homare too but azami aaa OH and hisoka? cuute
tenma going “woo!” a lil after his initial intro
misumi doing a finger triangle!
someone (idk who??) on stage (?) going “foo/woo!” a few times during tenmas intro pff cute
misumi’s va forgetting to say his name during his intro n going “ah. hirose daisuke-desu ///” after the others looked at him
KAZUNARI YELLING FOR HIS INTRO GJHSN same w kumon! n taichi!! but waaa taichi was so energetic n cute daisukiii
hisokas intro being so cuuute. then when he finished up after/while saying his name someone i think tenma went “wooooo!” in the bg gjhsnd
[homare] “kan-to-ku-san. o-ha-yo~” gjhsnd why did he say it. Like That.
HOMARES WEIRD “a-ha-ha-ha-ha” LAUGH AT THE END OF HIS INTRO idk whats up itz just homare brand of Weird
citron coming up on the screen during Spring Is Coming since he couldnt b there n then throwing a ton of glitter during his part gjhnsj Citron Dayo !
NATSUGUMI SONG HAS SO MUCH ENERGY MY GOD they got 2 swing towels around during natsutte party party
MISUMI N KAZUNARI HUGGED DURING THE SONG UWAA
EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE YELLING “KA!ZU!NA!RI!” DURING THAT PART U KNO THE ONE!
“KA! ZU! NA! RI! UUUUUUUYABAIIIIIII!!!!!!!!”
tenma loudly going “WOO~!!” after the song had ended + lights had dimmed to transition into the next song
PYROTECHNICS DURING ONEXONE HOLY SHIT
juza n banri facing off n sakyo breaking it up
omi singing a bit higher than usual oh yum
juza’s wavy hair looks so nice btw.......
idk how taichi manages to do his in-chara voice so well during the song live while moving around but damn if he doesnt sound Perfect
“ARE U RREADY?” -AZAMI (w a thick accent too whoa)
[had 2 skip fuyugumi’s song bc i havent heard it b4 :( ]
the way they staged the dialogue portion of the romeo & julius song like the tower from the play waa
the synchronized dancing during rakuen oasis.. the harmonies.. omg
juza in his bad bad buddy outfit w the wavy hair.... ok ok 😳
THE GUN SHOTS N EXPLOSIONS DURING BAD BAD BUDDY
WHEN THEY LIFTED TASUKU N TSUMUGI UP N PUT WING HOLOGRAMS BEHIND THEM.... BRO.............
tasuku’s pained line/lyric delivery.. him reaching his hand out desperately as he says “ikanaide”... tsumugis soft “shiawase~”... bro i am. Hurting.
tsumugi looking down and tasuku also looking downward but tasuku holding a hand onto his heart w a heartbeat sound resounding thru the venue.......... im dead. it hurts. :(
EVERYTHING ABT THE PERFORMANCE OF KITETSU POEMER.. HOMARE HAS A THRONE? THE DANCERS R ACTING INSANE BEHIND HIM THROWING ROSE PETALS N HOLDING ROSES IN THEIR MOUTHS N MAKING WEIRD FACES?? THEY LIFT HOMARE UP N CARRY HIM AROUND TOO???? WACK.
during hisoka’s solo i just realized that his hair is styled to match hisoka’s i think! like tousled n mainly to one side :o
[had to skip a song. i dont kno what it was tbh? singer looked like chikage’s for the like 5 secs i saw him but it didnt sound like chikages chara song bc i kno it’s guitar baed...? :o ]
ppl doing lil triangles w their glowsticks (colored yellow of course!) when misumi came out to sing ichi ni sankaku! :D
ichi ni sankaku was so cute waaa 🥺
muku sounds so cute aaaa also he danced w a shadow princess n “kissed her hand” n did the thing where he got down on one knee w an arm outstretched! ur a prince in my heart sweetieeeee~~~!!!!
[had to skip a bunch of solos bc i havent heard the songs yet ;;; i dont kno who all was in the 13 minutes i skipped but i saw sakyo n sakuya]
SUSUME PIRATES HAD A BOAT ON THAT ONE PLAYFORM THAT MOVES AROUND THE VENUE? IDK WHAT TO CALL IT BUT FUCK YEA!
MISUMI YELLING THROUGHOUT SUSUME PIRATES/MAKING HIMSELF SOUND MORE GROWLY N AGGRESSIVE N AUTHORITATIVE OH BABY WE LUV 2 SEE IT YUM
during wonderland a go go they had a bunch of kids onstage dressed up a rabbits hopping around? cute..
masumi seeming so fucking confused during the performance (bc he’s alice, who’s confused upon entering wonderland. it’s on purpose) n getting his clothes tugged on by the bunnies n they keep dancing aroudn him n hes just “bro what the fuck,,,”
the audience was SO happy over this song sjhdn they kept cheering n oh my god when hatter first came out they were ECSTATIC
itaru holding a kids hand n giving them a lil curtsey/ not-all-the-way-down kneel like. aaa.
hatter keeping calm even during the dance parts n seeming so mature while dancing around the kids. even his steps n dance moves seem to be downplayed to keep itaru/hatter’s aura.
masumi n itaru linking hands w the bunny kids n doing a lil dance circle oh my god that’s ADORABLE
the moving platform was a hot air balloon for the oz song!!! :D
oswald snapping his fingers n the stage lighting up green waaa
fireworks coming up on the screen when they went “ladies! and! gentlemen!” aa
PYROTECHNICS GUNS N DIGHT CHERO FOR DEAD/UNDEAD
azami’s outfit in dead/undead looks punk im SO diggin it
GAMERS HIGH STARTING W ITARU GAMING ON THE BIG SCREEN WHILE SITTING ON A BED.... he does it thru like 1/2 of the song gjs
they didnt include him chanting R.. SR... SSR! or w/e i dont think aww
the crowd losing their shit when he went “otsu~ ;)” mood
[skipped guy (?), kazunari, n tenma bc i havent heard their songs ;( ]
masumi vibing w his headphones on at the beginning of sick sick sick remindin me of when he moved similarly as ramuda during battle battle battle during the ear line or smth. idk hes just done that b4 haha
“yamanai~” [crowd goes apeshit] (mood tho)
also rly appreciate how intimate masumi got w the mic on the stand in front of him. even when he detatched it n held it near his chest/torso at the end heehee.
BANRI MOONWALKING AT THE BEGINNING OF SUPER ULTRA EASY MODE...
LOVED the energy n choreo during super ultra easy mode also heehee
[skipped: ???, tasuku, taichi, omi, ???, baseball charmer]
they brought the kids back as kitten backup dancers for nyanbare!! :D
GIANT NIBOSHI PLUSH!!!
god can i just say juza looks so pretty dude..... buzama more like “i focus on juza the whole time bc damn good voice AND good looks”
JUST 4 MYSELF WAS SO GOOD.. THE DIALOGUE B4 THE SONG.. THE EMOTION IN THEIR VOICES... TAICHI HITTING THOSE HIGH NOTES AND LOOKING/SOUNDING LIKE AN ANGEL. THE RAWNESS OF OMI’S VOICE N THE ROUGH N RAW EMOTION HE DID DURING THE YELLS. DEAR LORD. OH MY GOD.
ALSO WOLF!OMI LOOKING LIKE A WHOLE SNACK.
also more pyrotechnics during that song! fuck yea!
the chandelier drop n fire on the screen during unmask! whoa!
tsumugi’s emotion throughout the entire song.. esp during the emotional end.... n him looking so sad n holding a hand to his chest.. aa
sakuya being all nice w harugumi then going “ok now onto natsugumi” n tenma immediately just “HII, NATSUGUMI-DEEESU~!” summer energy
KUMON JUST GOING “YYEAA!” N WHEN GOADED ON BY TENMA WENT LOUDER N WENT “YYYYYEAAAAA!!!!!” TO THE AUDIENCE WHILE KAZUNARI ALSO YELLED N WENT “WOO!” ALONG W I THINK TENMA GJHFNA THEN THEN ALL GOING “WOO!! YEAAA!!!” N CHEERING TO THE AUDIENCE natsugumi Nonstop Energy.
THEM JUST CONTINUING TO SCREAM THEIR OUTRO W VARIOUS “WOO!”S N MUKU YELLING “YEEEEESSS!!” (it kinda sounded like “gaaaaas!”?? im guessing it’s “yes” tho but gjhnsd)
tenma, after all the yelling, bowing along w natsugumi: “[smth] natsugumi deshita~ arigato gozaimashitaaa~~”
chikage i think encouraging sakuya to try n hav natsugumi energy too n hes just “YYAYYY!! HARUGUMI [other words i dont kno] ARIGATOUUU” while theyre all like “wait wait” but then natsugumi start going “WOO!!” to goad sakuya on n they call sakuya kawaii gjhnddsdsn
sakuya: ok! akigumi! banri, immediately: YYEAAAAAHH!!! the rest of akigumi: [starts yelling too] omi: [does a super long yell while the others look at him] banri: [climbs up the stairs n yells while doing a pose w his finger] YEAAAA!!!! someone from natsugumi: “WOO~!!!!”
akigumi making various sound effect noises like “bang~!” n “chi-chi-chi!” n other assorted ones n just being laughy aaaa
juza saying it was a fast live n talking abt all the ppl w penlights n thanking them for coming n banri being like “hey! ur takin my spotlight as leader!” (or smth like that. idk what he said but i think it was smth along those lines) n the others going “ok leader then say smth” so banri goes “everyone thsnk u 4 coming” n he keeps bowing while they all laugh
i think homare commenting on how fuyugumi is much calmer than the other troupes n everyone laughing but it’s so funny to go from the other troupes yelling then fuyugumi speaking in a calm yet pleasant manner gkhsnd
natsugumi getting together to pose right in front of one of the lower cameras during mankai seigen n kazunari blowing it a kiss waa
omi being given (taking?) one of the big filming cameras n some of the others getting close to it n smiling n stuff whereas homare just stared deadpan at it while walking toward it to go past it gjhndd so did masumi before giving a slight smile
sakyo taking the camera from omi for a sec to film omi before omi got back to filming everyone aaaa 🥺
kazunari blowing the omi cam four (4!) kisses then a peace sign n yuki giving it a peace sign too while tenma happily waved aaaaaaaa
misumi hugging yuki from behind + arm around the neck n yuki happily smiling n putting his hands on misumis arms around his neck when they stepped on the middle platform to exit waaa
all of harugumi wearing citron buttons on their shirt during the free talk at the end bc citron’s va wasn’t there.........
AZUMA CAME IN AT THE LAST MINUTE? DURING THE LAST LIKE 15 MINUTES DURING THE FREE TALK. WHERE THE FUCK WAS HE FOR THE REST OF THE LIVE??? TSUMUGI YELLED OUT “KAKIHARA-SAAAN!” N HE CAME OUT IN THE FUYUGUMI SHIRT WEARING 3 AZUMA PINS? BUT FR WHERE WAS HE I WANTED 2 SEE AZUMAS SOLO LIVE...........
azuma yelling rly loudly then after everyone cheered, then just screaming “arigatoOOOUUUU!!!” sjhd
jesus CHRIST azuma can speak fast
all of them sitting down for a group picture taken by a cameraman/staff on the upper stage area while the screen showed them so the audience could see then them going “hmm.. no lets stand up itll be/look better” so they all stood up then they went “...no no, ppl in the front sit back down” gjhd
azuma just headbopping to harunatsuakifuyu while riding on the moving platform gjhsnd
sakuya n tenma trying to close out the show n going “blooming~!” but the other guys r all too busy throwing the balls that fell on stage out into the audience n tenmas like “guys! guys pause w the balls for a sec so we can Full Blooming! hey!”
misumi doing a lil triangle dance as they all said thank you repeatedly at the end waa
azuma screeching “ARIGATOOOUUUUU!!” again gkhsnd
sakuya running out one final time after everyone left (back n forth across the stage), stopping in the middle, giving a bow n a smile, then running to go backstage. aaaaaa
songs i skipped (for future ref, so i can watch em standalone later! the ???s were i didnt kno the chara since i didnt kno the song or recognize the va immediately):
29:05 (2nd winter song)
59:20 (???)
72:00-85:32 (a bunch of solos, but i saw sakyo+sakuya in there!)
111:15-120:34 (guy’s song, i think..? idk tbh. then kazunari? then tenma)
128:54-151:15 (???, tasuku, taichi, omi, ???, baseball charmer)
#THIS WAS ALL TYPED AS I WATCHED THE LIVE!! meaning i kept pausing the live show gjgh anyway this was so much fun aa!#favorite performance was Just 4 Myself n natsutte party party. also GOD i luv the energy n chaos of natsugumi. theyre so much fun!! daisuki#draw a circle thatz a liveblog!#swearing#delete later
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Uugggh I wanna climb gao like a fucking tree, but geniunly speaking I'd try to go for his kneecaps the first time I saw him, people that tall activate my fight or flight
Tiny managers first day she just shoots the clipboard at him to make him bow down a bit because she wants to assert dominance 🌸
P.s I've only just now realized I swear like a sailor, hope it's okay💕
my swearing is literally uncontrollable dwdw
you were a second year asked by hoshiumi to be their manager and because you didnt want a lot of attention to be drawn to you by his yelling. you had talked to the coaches in private about you joining and they allowed you. everyone in the team was kind enough to give you a bit of a hand. but when you were talking to sacchiro, you felt a large presence loom behind you, so your instinct was to hit whoever was behind you with clipboard in hand. you hear the man groan and kneel on the ground. “h-hakuba-san! i’m so sorry!” you kneel next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “i just felt you behind me and i got scared.” he waves his hand to dismiss it. “no no its alright, you’re just so small i get why you got scared.” he laughs a bit and a tick mark forms on your forehead.
“huh? did you just call me small?”
“yeah, well you are arent yo- OW!”
gao yells as you hit the clipboard repeatedly on his back. “get it through your thick skull that calling people small is not funny!” everyone in the team is laughing hoshiumi is cheering you on.
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Turns Out Being a Super Hero Is Actually Really Gay! - Chapter 2
Yo, yo, yo! Y’all ready for the second chapter of this bullshit? Cuz I sure as hell ain’t because that means I have to now start writing chapter three and I have no idea where this story is going! Aaaaaahhhhhhh! But I’m excited though! Again, thank you to @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil for their lovely AU! Without further ado please ENJOY!!!!
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Swirls of colors and sounds filled their head like passing movie commentary you skip over. Small glimpses in and out of consciousness that made no sense by themselves but when put together you get some sort of visual on the puzzle you’re trying to put together.
“…food poising…?”
“…stress maybe…”
“…flu…should rest…”
“…24 hour bug…”
They all made sense when you thought about it but the reality of it was that they weren’t just “sick” they had been poisoned. Not on purpose, though who could say for sure. Who knows what kind of DNA splicing was done on that spider?
Wait, when did they get poisoned?
What spider?
The spider we let out the window?
No, it’s in our room!
We don’t like spiders! They’re icky!
They aren’t so bad.
A soft chuckle. Of course, we’d think that. You’d think that? I’d think that?
Wait, what?
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Logan woke up with a start, heart pounding and lungs burning. He clutched onto something solid next to him so as to steady himself. He blinked rapidly, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room in was in, his room? When did he get here? Logan carefully turned to take in his surroundings; he was in bed, dressed in pajamas, right hand having latched itself onto his head board. He glanced at the alarm clock near his desk it read 5am which would explain why everything was so dark.
Logan’s throat felt dry, like every time he swallowed it was like a cheese grater scraping against his vocal cords. He also fest extremely hungry despite the events that had happened previously. Logan carefully got up to go get some water and maybe an early breakfast only to be pulled back into bed.
“What the…?” Logan looked around to see what had happened and found that his had was still on his head board. His brow frowned as he tried to pull it off but it continued to stick as if it had been glued on. He pulled again, a bit harder, but only managed bend over a section of the metal bed frame. Logan’s eyes widen in shock and awe as he pushed back against the bended area and effortlessly straightened it. Now Logan wasn’t weak by any means necessary but he never considered himself athletic material either, let alone able to bend thick metal bed frames!
A soft tap on the door, “Logan, love, are you awake?”
“Uh, yes Ummi,” He replied hoarsely before clearing his throat “what did you need?”
“What are you doing up so early?” She questioned “The doctor said you should be resting?”
When did he go to the doctor?
“When did I go to the doctor?” Logan asked lamely, seriously all these blanks in his memories were going to drive him insane.
“We didn’t, we had called Dr. Smith next door,” Mrs. Quinn explained “unfortunately the Storms had called him as well. It seems Virgil had gotten sick too, very similar to how you did last night.”
Her voice sounded distant, like the memory of it brought her immense pain and that hurt Logan more then he thought it would. Also, Virgil had gotten sick as well, has he also been bitten? He asked, “Is he okay? What happened?”
“He’s fine but I’m not quite sure what was going on with you two,” She sighed “you seemed to be in a lot of pain, both mentally and physically. It was…very unpleasant to say the least.”
That was an understatement.
“Dr. Smith said it was probably a seasonal bug going around as well as stress,” There was a beat of silence “Logan, have you been doing alright in your studies?”
“Yes Ummi,” Logan reassured “everything is fine.”
“And you haven’t been harassed by other students like that boy from yesterday?” She asked anxiously.
“No Ummi, I haven’t,” Logan said seriously “I’m alright, I promise.”
More silence filled the room, unsureness thick in the air because honestly Logan had no idea if he was really fine or not. There was definitely something different about him that’s for sure and it had to do with that spider. He saw it on his desk, siting in the jar he placed it in earlier as if it hadn’t caused all this trouble.
“Can I come in?” Mrs. Quinn’s voice snapped Logan out of his train of thought and in a brilliant moment of word association he said “N-no, I’m…no dressed.”
It was cleat that this wasn’t something Mrs. Quinn expected, “Why are you undressed?”
“I’m getting ready for school,” He replied quickly “this is my normal routine, is it not?”
“Yes, but I would hope you would stay home today,” She said “especially after yesterday’s events.”
“I feel better now,” Logan assured, which was true, he actually felt great just really, really hungry and thirsty.
“Well, you don’t have to be in school until 8am so maybe you should rest a little bit more,” She suggested “and if you’re still feeling up to it then maybe you can go to school.”
“Of course, Ummi.” He nodded, even though no one was there to see it.
“But if I find out that you’re even slightly ill, you’re staying home,” Mrs. Quinn said firmly “understood?”
“Understood.” Logan agreed, best not to argue least she come in her and find Logan in his sticky situation.
“Good,” She sighed “go back to sleep love, I’ll be by to check on you soon. Babá and me have to leave to work a little early today so I want you to make sure you’re completely fine to go to school, okay?”
“Yes Ummi,” Logan sighed and with one last get well his mother departed down the hall. Finally. Logan’s muscles relaxed, not realizing how tense he had been, and he felt his hand slip from the metal bars it was attached to.
Logan blinked in confusion, standing up carefully and walking to a nearby wall. He decided to experiment a little, placing his hand on the wall and tensing the muscles in his fingers, just a bit. Like he predicted it stuck solidly onto the wall, he relaxed and his hand slipped free. He did this a few times more, first with one hand, then with two then with his feet before deciding to see what would happen if he pulled himself up. Logan was able to lift himself a few inches off the floor with nothing but his hands and feet holding him in place somehow.
“Holy shit.” He whispered to himself.
Logan looked to the little spider scuttling around in it’s jar as it effortlessly crawled up and down the sides. He wondered…he detached one hand and lifted it further up, same with the other hand, right foot, left foot, and soon enough he was hanging upside down from his ceiling.
“Something is definitely not right.” Logan breathed out anxiously, wondering how the hell the others were taking to this.
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Something was definitely not right with Patton. First of all, he woke up tangled in his bed sheets which wasn’t unusual for the most part but it was much more difficult to get out of this morning since everything kept sticking to him. By the time he was able to detach himself from everything he was standing (hanging???) sideways on the besides his bed. Needless to say, he freaked out and spent half an hour trying to get unstuck only to drop back down on his bed and get tangled in his sheets again.
Defeated, Patton settled starfish style on his carpet floor, half the sheet clinging onto his leg as well as other thing such as papers and markers and socks sticking to other parts of his body. Patton really wanted to cry, he had no idea what was going on or what to do about it. But he knew crying wouldn’t do him any good so he took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
In for four…hold for seven…out for eight…
“I wonder why no one has come into my room yet?” Patton wondered aloud, especially with all the ruckus he was causing.
He lifted himself off the floor, not noticing the things he had stuck too start to slowly slip off, reaching over on his night stand for his phone. He clicked it on and found a few messages from his brother Georgie but aside from that he looked to the date and found that it was Wednesday. It explained a lot, Wednesdays were the busiest for his family with his parents’ bakery always filling up, Alex is having the morning shift at his part time job before heading to university, and Georgie opening up at the dinner he worked at. He quickly opened up his text messages.
Georgeous: ma said shed get off work early if ur still sick
Georgeous: theres soup & crackers at your desk if ur hungry
Georgeous: also water
Georgeous: ma also said u dont have to go to school today if u dont wanna
Georgeous: doc said u should take it easy
Ever the doting older brother Georgie was, always looking out for Alex and Patton even if they could get on his nerves sometimes. He should bake him a cake as a “thank you for dealing with all my oopsies”. Patton sent him a reply along with a few questions.
Baby Shark: thanks but i feel better now
Baby Shark: when did i go to the doctor?
Georgeous: dr. ortega from down the street was alredy coming by to check on romen
Georgeous: turns out he was sick as well
Georgeous: ma asked her to come over when she was done checking him out
Baby Shark: is Ro ok?
Georgeous: yeah doc said it was probably the flu going around an it just got to u 2 realy hard
Georgeous: why didnt u tell us u were feeling sick?
Patton thought for a moment, how could he explain that he hadn’t been feeling sick at all up until yesterday afternoon after…after he got that bug bite. Then that weird dream he had just before he woke up stuck to the wall and tangled in his sheets. How was he supposed to explain that things kept sticking to him and that the world seemed much more sharp now?
Baby Shark: i didnt notice it much
Baby Shark: and when i did i just thought it would pass with a good nights sleep
Baby Shark: i didnt want to bother anyone if it was nothing
Patton didn’t like lying to people but he just had no idea what was going on and he doubt anyone else did either. This would just cause them to freak out and then what? More doctors? Would the government get involve? Were they gunna make him a science experiment now that he’s a freak?
Georgeous: still next time tell us even if its just a stomach ache
Baby Shark: ok
Baby Shark: i g2g and get ready for school
Georgeous: r u sure?
Baby Shark: yeah i feel a lot better now promise <3
Georgeous: ok but if u feel sick just call me an i’ll pick u up ok?
Baby Shark: ok bye love u <3
Georgeous: love u too
Patton sighed, flopping back on the floor. He felt sick again but not like before, this was a different kind of sick. A guilty pit in his stomach kind of sick that probably won’t go away any time soon. Oh well, he couldn’t change anything now, might as well move on with his day. First things first, he had some thank you cookies to make.
He lifted his phone to check the time, 7am, plenty of time to do a quick batch of peanut butter cookies and scones. He should hurry so he could go check on Roman afterwards, he did look a little down when they were walking home yesterday.
“I wonder…” Patton said aloud again as he stood up to get dress. He placed his phone back down on his night stand and noticed his glasses sitting beside his lamp. Patton blinked as he felt his face and found he indeed was not wearing his glasses and yet the world looked crystal clear as if he was.
“Oh geez…”
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Virgil was very thankful that it was Wednesday, everyone always goes to work early on Wednesday since it was the middle of the week and for some reason Manhattan decided to be a world of chaos. He was also thankful that he grandmother was a heavy sleeper because he had no idea how he was going to explain this!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Virgil cursed as he desperately tried to unstick his feet and left hand from the ceiling. He had no idea how this happened or why it was happening he just knew that he wanted to get unstuck now!
Knock! Knock!
“Piglet, are you awake?” His grandmother called from behind the door.
“Uh, yeah,” Virgil squeaked “b-but, um, don’t come in I-I don’t have a shirt on!”
It was true, during his earlier struggle to get unstuck from his bed, which he at first thought was sleep paralysis, his hands got stuck to his shirt and tore it open when he was trying to unstick them.
“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted breakfast,” She said “I could make you a warm broth so as not to upset your stomach.”
“N-no thanks Mama,” Virgil said quickly, finally able to get his hand free “I’ll just have something at Logan’s house before I go to school.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” His grandmother questioned sternly “You were very sick yesterday and the doctor said to take it easy.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure,” He fibbed as he wondered when he had gone to the doctor.
“If you’re sure,” She said skeptically “just make sure you two don’t eat anything too heavy. I heard Logan got sick last night as well, the doctor said it was a passing seasonal bug.”
“Okay, sure thing,” Virgil gulped “I’m gunna get ready now, don’t worry about me.”
“We will always worry about you, Piglet,” His grandmother said gently “it’s what families do.”
And with that she was gone and Virgil was beyond relieved. Then he fell off the ceiling. He was thankful for the dirty clothes pile in the middle of his room that softened his fall but he also cursed it because that means more stuff got stuck to him.
He groaned, “Come on, come on! Unstick, unstick!”
He hopped around the room like a lunatic and was only able to shake off a few articles of clothes before he tripped. The fall wasn’t as soft this time but at least the floor was carpeted at least so he didn’t knock his head that badly. He had landed near his dresser drawer where JD’s tank rested on, the tarantula in question was practically pressed up against the glass and hissing worriedly at his owner’s misfortune.
“Hey buddy,” Virgil groaned as he pulled himself up to be eye level with the tank and all who inhabit it “I’m okay, don’t worry. Though I’ll be honest, I have no idea what’s going on.”
“Hurt! Master hurt!” JD chittered as he paced anxiously in his tank.
“I’m good really, you hungry?” Virgil asked before he paused to process what just happened. Did…did his tarantula just talk to him? No, no, it couldn’t be, he just hit his head too hard. Right?
“Food!” JD cheered excitingly as he scurried around his food bowl patiently waiting for something to drop.
Virgil’s eyes widen in shock, completely frozen in place as he stared at his pet tarantula who was excitingly chanting “Food, food, food!”. He noticed that there were little waves of colors radiated off JD like a sort of technicolor halo. It was all getting to be a bit too much.
JD scuttled back to the front of the tank, a confused look in his eyes, “No food?”
Virgil yelped, accidently launching himself backwards towards his desk where he got stuck again. God damn it! Papers flew around were everywhere and Virgil couldn’t see, he stubbled around not knowing where he was going as he tried to desperately to get things to stop sticking to him.
“Stop sticking god damn it!” He growled as he finally got the last piece of paper off of his face. His relief was short lived because to his horror he was not in his bedroom anymore but on the standing perpendicular to the side of his building. “Keep sticking! Keep sticking!”
He was about a foot away from the fire escape near Logan’s window and Virgil contemplated weather or not he had enough courage to jump over or if his stupid sticky body would even allow that to happen. Still, he tried, carefully shifting one foot in front of the other until he had inched his way over the fire escape. Thankfully, it was only then that his stickiness decided to abandon him as he fell onto hard metal. Virgil groaned, it surprisingly didn’t hurt as bad as he thought it would but it still hurt pretty fucking bad.
He heard the window above him open up and his head tingled when he saw Logan poke his head out, looking around before finally spotting him below. The waves of color were back but this time they were brighter and loud like some sort of signal. Logan was a mesh of blue and cool grey and by the look he was giving him Virgil was just as colorful.
Logan seemed to think deeply for a moment, his mouth a straight line of concentration, “I can assume my theory was correct.”
“What theory?” Virgil groaned as he slowly sat up, rubbing his sore head. He’d be lucky if he didn’t get a concussion after all of this.
Ignoring his question, Logan grabbed Virgil’s arm before he could warn him and pulled, “Come inside.”
“Wait!” Virgil was pulled into the room quite effortlessly as if he weighed nothing to Logan. Which wasn’t all that hard to believe, Virgil had always been a thin guy plus he was a dancer so that wasn’t helping with anything. But not to say Logan was weak but seeing as the most physical activity this guy does is walk to and from school, he should have had at least a little trouble getting Virgil inside.
“You’re not gunna believe this but JD talked to me and I fell from side of the building because I got stuck!” Virgil blurted out in one breath.
“Yes, I know,” Logan said coolly “I need you to relax.”
“How the hell do you want me to relax?!” Virgil screeched “I just fell from the wall and I’m sticking to everything!” To emphasize his point, he shook his hand which was now stuck on too Logan’s arm.
“I know,” Logan repeated “it’s been happening to me too but you need to calm down if you want to get unstuck.”
“How do you know?” Virgil cried, thoroughly done with this whole day and it hadn’t even started.
“Because I’ve been testing myself since 5am ever since I woke up stuck to the head board of my bed frame then proceeded to fold it and unfold it like it was paper!” Logan shot back, seemingly frustrated as well “Now breath!”
Virgil finally shut up and listened, breathing in for four…hold for seven…out for eight…then again, a few more times until he was able to unstick himself from Logan’s arm. He leaned back against Logan’s desk, wrapping his arms around himself as he anxiously looked towards Logan for answers. “What’s going on?”
Logan looked tired, his hair was messy and he had bags under his eyes but he looked determined, “I have few theories, mainly surrounding the spider that bit us.”
“Spider?” Virgil said, it couldn’t possibly be the same one from yesterday could it?
“Yes,” Logan said, grabbing a jar from behind Virgil and thrusting it in his face. Inside was the same spider from yesterday scurrying around the now web filled jar. “It’s from the same spiders we saw at the lab at Oscorp. Most likely the one that escaped.”
Virgil tilted his head curiously, “I thought the tour guide said it was back in the lab?”
“Obviously not,” Logan said deadpan.
“Trapped! Free!” The spider hissed causing Vigil to jerk back, kicking his leg up at the jar as Logan fumbled to grab it again.
“It fucking talked!” Virgil shrieked.
“Yeah, no shit!” Logan snapped, placing the jar near one of the shelves furthest from the panicking teen “I thought we established that with your spider!”
“Why is it talking?” Virgil snapped back.
“It’s not,” Logan sighed, straightening himself out as he reached to adjust his glasses only to realize he wasn’t wearing them “our sense have been enhanced to see and hear things better which in turn means we can hear certain frequencies better. It has been theorized that insects have their own language but the frequency at which it’s at it too high for normal human ears to pick up. What we’re hearing is a weak and choppy frequency so we’re only able to make out a few words.”
“Ah-huh,” Virgil nodded, still slightly freaking out “so what does this have to do with, mmh, everything else!”
“Don’t you see?” Logan said “We’ve been enhanced with artificial spider DNA! The venom injected into us was supposed to kill us but it instead latched on to our genetic coding and mutated us!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Virgil rubbed his face anxiously “so, what your saying is we have spider-based superpowers like…like Rainbow Weaver?”
“Basically,” Logan shrugged “though all I’ve been able to find now is our abnormal adhesiveness, above average strength, slight sensitivity to radio waves, slightly larger range in frequency, faster reflexes, acute awareness and, as you’ve noticed, perfect eye vision.” He gestures towards his glassless face as evidence.
Virgil ran a trembling hand over the left side of his head, “This is crazy, this is impossible, this…this…” He tugged at his hair and realized “my hand is stuck.”
“Relax,” Logan soothed “you were able to get it unstuck before, you can do it again.”
“And if I can’t?” Virgil squeaked, panic beginning to rise once more.
Logan bit his lip nervously, “We’ll think of something.”
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There was a note on Roman��s dresser from his mother when he woke, he tried to read it but he was stuck to his sheets and as well as a few other things when he came tumbling out of bed. Notebooks, scrap papers filled with important theater notes, dirty clothes, make up, and any other thing his body made contact with. At first, he thought it was a prank done by the twins but it seemed a bit excessive and a little to advanced. Plus, how would they even do that? Getting Roman to stick to everything without using some sort of glue?
Roman was able to rip most of the things off of him and finally walk over to the dresser. He didn’t risk touching it though, much too scared he’ll get stuck again, so he merely peered down at the note filled with his mother’s careful handwriting.
Descansa un poco, mi amor, el doctor dijo que tenías una enfermedad que había estado dando vueltas. Patton también lo tiene, pero he oído que ahora está bien, solo necesita descansar. No vayas a la escuela si no te apetece. Hay un caldo en el refrigerador para calentar si tienes hambre.
-Mamá
Roman squinted at the not confused, when had he gone to the doctor? When did Patton get sick? What the hell was going on? Billions of questions swirled in his head causing Roman a painful headache or maybe it was because he was super hungry? Either way he needed to get out of his room. Roman marched to the door and yanked it open but found that he was now stuck to the door knob.
“Pinche manos pegajosas!” Roman cursed as he tried to yank he’s hand off the door knob only to pull it off with him. He sucked a painful breath through his teeth though it wasn’t because he was hurt, more it had to do with the landlord finding out and charging them for the damage later. Roman fixed it the best he could for now before carefully side stepping around the door into the hall. He breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned back against a wall contemplating what was going on with him and how he was going to pay back the broken door knob.
How had he even done that? Sure, Roman liked to brag that he was athletic and junk, which he was, but even he wasn’t that strong to tear a door knob off it’s wooden frame. Also, he was really jittery, like there was a constant buzz at the back of his head that made him super aware of everything around him. Was this how his mother felt with four kids running around the house?
His stomach rumbled, train of thought gone and replaced with the want of food. So, Roman moved to stand from the wall, well, he tried, he was stuck again. A loud groan left his lips as he made the mistake to use his hands to push himself off. No surprise they stuck to so he used his feet…you see where this is going? Long story short he did end up making it to the kitchen but for some reason he ended up stuck to the ceiling, dangling by only his left foot. Which is how Patton found him.
“Roman?” Patton entered into the apartment dressed and ready for school with two bags of cookies neatly wrapped in clear plastic. There were swirls of baby pinks and blues radiating around him like a sort of weird halo of light. It buzzed and sang with in a weird yet familiar tune that was just…all Patton. Patton must have been able to see it too because he had this sort of curious looked as he continued to stare at Roman for a long time. Then Roman remembered the situation he was in, “Help!”
“Oh dear.” Patton sighed, snapping out of his trance and placing his cookies on the coffee table near the living room before heading over to inspect the situation. He grabbed onto his friends dangling arms and looked him straight in the eyes, “Roman, I need you to calm down.”
“How do you expect me to be calm right now?” Roman shrieked “I’m hanging upside down by my foot! From the ceiling! What even is going on?!”
“I’m not sure,” Patton replied calmly “but all I know is as soon as I started to calm down things started unsticking. So, I assume it’s going to be the same for you.”
“W-what? You too?” Roman asked a bit less panicked, it was good to know he wasn’t alone in this strange situation.
“Yes,” Patton soothed “then when I started stress baking everything stopped sticking. I’m guessing if you’re too anxious or tense it just gets out of control. So, I need you to try and calm yourself, deep breaths, you can sing a little bit if it helps.”
Roman took a few deep breath, trying to qualm his shaking nerves before starting to hum a little tune, “Isn't it lovely, all alone?/ Heart made of glass, my mind of stone/ Tear me to pieces, skin and bone/ Hello, welcome home.”
Finally, he unstuck and flopped right into Patton’s arms who, surprisingly, was able to carry him without any trouble. After being carefully set back on his feet once more Roman began to freak out again, “What the fuck is happening?!”
“I’m not sure,” Patton said, anxiously rubbing his hands “I just woke up sticking to everything and the world seems like it’s moving in slow motion and I can see without my glasses and none of my cute clothes fit me anymore!” He pouted, gesturing down towards his favorite jeans that had flowers embroidered at the cuffs and up the sides which used to fit Patton perfectly but now land few inches above his ankles.
Roman gazed sympathetically at his friend, had been ready to assure him that he still looked very cute only to be cut off by his rumbling stomach. “Dear God I’m starving.”
“I know what you mean,” Patton replied as his own stomach rumbled “I ate the soup my mom made me plus all the left overs plus the first batch of cookies I made and I’m still hungry!”
“I’ll be willing to share my soup and left over with you if you make me cookies later,” Roman bargained “I’d ask for those you brought over but I know those are special.”
Paton flushed red, quickly changing the conversation, “D-deal, we’ll eat then head off to school and…maybe find someone who can help us afterwards.”
“Like who?” Roman questioned “What other person has been going through the same shit we’ve been going through this morning?”
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Virgil’s stomach rumbled as he and Logan made their way down the school halls, “For the love of god! We practically cleaned out all the left overs and snacks from both of our apartments and I’m still starving!”
“I’m guessing high metabolism should be added to the list,” Logan said, stopping by a nearby vending machine “Or maybe it’s the fact that our bodies are still going through puberty and the spider DNA has enhanced that as well, or maybe it’s a mixture of both.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Virgil grumbled, carefully pulling down the sides of his beanie “by the way, you couldn’t of thought of anything better to get me unstuck then mutilating my hair?”
Logan rolled his eyes, bending down to retrieve the various treats he had purchased “We tried to get you to calm down for thirty minutes but you still remained tense. What were you gunna do? Stay stuck and let someone find out?”
“You could have at least done a better job!” Virgil snarked, taking the chips and candy bars handed to him.
“I’m not hairdresser,” Logan stated plainly, stuffing half a chocolate bar in his mouth “I did the best I could.”
“Well if this is your best, I don’t want to see your worst,” Virgil grumbled, stuffing a hand full of chips in his mouth “what are we even gunna do after this? Can we do anything? Who can we even tell?”
“Calm,” Logan soothed, a careful hand placed on his friend shoulder “we’ll figure something out. Right now we need to focus on finding Patton and Roman, they must be having just as difficult a time adjusting to their new found abilities.”
“Are you sure they were bitten?” Virgil asked skeptically “What are the odds of the same spider biting all four of us?”
“Patton’s bug bite from yesterday looked similar to ours and I can only assume since Roman was in close proximity to us, he was bitten as well,” Logan explain, readjusting his glasses which now had no lenses “my theory is that he got bitten during detention yesterday, then Patton outside, then you when you arrived home and found the spider, and finally me after I finished talking to my parents. Tell me, when did you start feeling the effects of the venom after you were bitten?”
Virgil thought a moment, “I took a nap and scrolled through Tumblr, my mom called me out for dinner and I was talking to my grandma and then…nothing. It’s all fuzzy after that.”
“Interesting,” Logan hummed “I remember being called out too after I caught the spider, then I sat down and…it’s all a blur from there. From what my parents told me I assume I was somewhat coherent enough to eat and talk, although it was somewhat slurred, then I began to malfunction.”
Virgil snorted, “You’re talking as if you were a computer.”
“It seems the spider is learning with each victim and increasing it’s dosage,” Logan continued, ignoring Virgil’s comment “which would explain why the effects happened faster for me then for you. And I can only assume the same can be said with Roman and Patton seeing as when they were bitten earlier on. But like I said, it is only a theory.”
“A game theory!” Virgil quoted with a laugh causing Logan to quirk and eyebrow “This isn’t a game Virgil.”
“Yeah, I know but I cope with sarcasm and memes,” Virgil grumbled, stuffing more chips in his mouth “sue me…”
Logan sighed, unwrapping another candy bar, “This is going to be a long day.”
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Down the hall on the opposite side of the school Patton and Roman were having their own conflict. Still hungry after downing all the left overs and munchies they bought at the corner store before coming to school they were currently emptying out the vending machine. They were discussing their current predicament while spitting their purchase.
“How we were able to get here in time I will never know,” Roman grumbled, struggling to stuff his food in his backpack “are you still sticking to thing?”
“Not as much as this morning,” Patton said, finally able to zip his bag before sling it over his shoulder “you?”
“A little, I guess, I don’t know,” Roman sighed, opening a bag of Skittles “it’s just I feel like everybody is staring at us.”
“But there barely anybody in the halls,” Patton said “but I know what you mean. It’s like you can feel them from the inside of the class.”
“Yes!” Roman exclaimed softly “It’s fucking weird!”
The first period warning bell rings and the two friends make the journey down the hall to their class as did the rest of the remaining students in the hall. This whole situation was like some weird fever dream they couldn’t wake from. Their skin buzzed, their ears rang, their senses were just all over the place, it was all very overwhelming. Roman usually reveled in being under the spotlight but at the moment it seemed like there were too many eyes watching him and all he really wanted was to curl up into the nearest dark corner and sleep. He hadn’t had the time or ability to get dressed properly or do his make up and he was still in shock from everything that happened this morning. Patton, the usually cheery social butterfly, didn’t feel so cheery or social at all today. None of his clothes fit him right, everything was either too slow or too fast, and he had to take out the lenses of his glasses which really upset him because they were cute round rose gold glasses with rose tinted lenses and now, they’re ruined!
So busy moping were the two friends that if it weren’t for the tingly sensation at the back of their head, they would have missed Virgil and Logan passing them by. Granted they were distracted by their own conversation as well and were basically snapped into attention by the weird and colorful tingly sensation pulling them towards Patton and Roman. They were all a melting pot of technicolor waves, blending and buzzing with each other in some weird kind of dance. Virgil was a foggy storm of blacks and purples and white lighting which in theory should be dark and hard to see but was for some reason bright and beautiful. Roman was a swirl of bright white with streaks of red and gold dramatically singing a beautiful melody. Logan was a cool blend of dark blues and greys, a normally dull combination but it structured itself with such formality and care it was an exquisite display of stars. Patton was a pop of cotton candy pinks and soft blues bursting with life and richness, they bloomed like flowers in the spring time.
“You’re like me!” They said in unison.
It was then that they noticed they were still in the hall and even though there weren’t that many people around there were still people. Logan, with his quick thinking, ushered them all into the nearby boy’s bathroom and corralled them into the large stall near the back. Everyone was freaking out.
“You’re all colorful!” Patton said in awe.
“What’s going on?” Roman hissed.
“Why the fuck would I know?!” Virgil snapped.
“Shut up!” Logan demanded and the room was silent “I have a few theories, first off-”
The sound of a toilet flushing caught their attention, finally realizing they weren’t as alone as they thought. They tensely waited for whoever was out there to finish washing up and exit. The sound of boots echoed throughout the bathroom as the faucet opened and close multiple times. The hand drier blazed to life and for a moment the four teens thought they’d finally be safe until a familiar slimy voice said: “I know you nerds are in here!”
“God fucking damn it!” Virgil mouthed furiously, Dolion messing with them again is the last thing they need right now.
“Don’t think I couldn’t here your whispering,” Dolion hissed “what, are you here to fuck me over again? I already have another detention because of you assholes!”
The bang of a nearby stall door was heard then another and another each getting closer and closer towards them. Dolion growled, “Come out, come out, where every you are! Fucking cowards!”
The group didn’t know what they were so nervous for, what would Dolion do? Take them all on? And even if he did, they would just tell Mr. Larry and he would get in trouble again. Maybe it was the fact that they were all kind of lowkey scarred of Dolion, dude was a big guy, or maybe, just maybe, it was because they had weird mutant spider powers that they didn’t know what to do with and wouldn’t know the outcome of what would happen if Dolion tried to fight them now. But just as Dolion was nearing the last stall door the tingly sensation in the back of their heads told them to jump and so they did without hesitation.
The last stall door was kicked open, Dolion entered with a sneer and saw that it was completely empty. He did a double take, looking around confused, so certain he had heard people come in, that he had heard them come in. Shaking his head in irritation Dolion left the stall and marched out of the bathroom with a huff.
Meanwhile, clustered up on the ceiling, right above where Dolion had stood, were Patton, Roman, Virgil, and Logan who all let out a sigh of relief. “That was close.”
Then there was a loud creek and Virgil gulped, “Oh no.”
They all came crashing down along with the flimsy white ceiling tile that held them up their in the first place. They landed on the filthy bathroom floor with a thwap while the ceiling tile crumbled in half.
Roman groaned, “This is the fucking worst.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Logan grumbled as he lifted himself from the floor “we shall further discuss the matter after school.”
“What do you mean after school?” Roman balked “I want to know what’s going on now!”
“Hey, genius, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t think a public restroom in a high school is the best place to discuss our…condition.” Virgil snapped.
“They’re right Roman,” Patton butted in before his friend could reply “who knows what will happen if someone were to find out. Especially, Dolion.”
“Ugh, fine,” Roman sighed, he couldn’t say no to Patton’s puppy dog eyes “where shall we meet then?”
“On the roof.” Logan said.
“Why the roof?” Virgil and Roman asked simultaneously.
“It’ll be empty and secluded once clubs are over everyone has gone home,” Logan replied coolly “which I’m assuming all of you have, right? A club to attend, I mean.”
“Yes, I have culinary club,” Patton said “we’re working on the bake sale for Friday night’s game.”
“Shit, yeah, I have dance,” Virgil said then groaned “Ms. Green is gunna make me work double time for missing yesterday.”
“You dance?” Roman asked surprised.
“Uh…yeah,” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment before snapping to the defensive “Is there a problem with that?”
Roman raised his hands up in surrender, “You think I, the theater geek, would be one to judge?”
“Well, you have with a lot of other things so excuse us if we’re a little surprised.” Logan chimed in.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Roman snapped.
“Exactly what I just said,” Logan said nonchalantly “anyways, I myself have debate club so we all should finish up at around the same time.”
“Hey, don’t just brush me off!” Roman said, frustration evident on his face.
“What use is there to continue on that topic?” Logan asked “It’s not important to our current situation.”
Ignoring Logan’s statement Roman continued his rant, “Are you saying that I judge people based on how they look and what they like to do?”
“Yes,” Logan said bluntly “now can we please move on?”
“It’s not true!” Roman cried.
“Speaking from past experiences talking to you that’s highly unlikely,” Logan huffed “especially with Virgil.”
Roman glared at the bespectacled teen, “I don’t-”
“Hey, now,” Patton stepped in once more “I know Roman can be a bit eccentric and talk a big game at times but that doesn’t mean he out right judges’ people without getting to know their character a little bit. You assuming that he does is a bit judgy of you now, isn’t it?”
Logan gulped nervously at the glare? Pout? Patton was giving him and he immediately felt guilty, “I…guess so.”
“And Roman,” Patton turned to his best friend with the exact same look “maybe sometimes you’re a bit too quick to assume certain things about people. Speaking your mind is one thing but sometimes you can be kind of rude.”
“You’re right, Pat,” Roman sighed, rubbing his tired eyes “I don’t mean to pick fights it’s just…I’ve had a long morning.”
“I know,” Patton said, eyes softening once more “so have the rest of us but that doesn’t mean we should start turning against each other. We need to stick together, we’re probably the only people on earth that know what each of us is going through right now. So, weather we like it or not we’re a team and we have to have each other’s backs.”
“Falsehood.” Logan said suddenly.
Virgil sighed, irritably, “Lo, don’t start up again…”
“No, I mean that we aren’t the only ones alone in this.” Logan corrected, all eyes were on him again, curious and anticipating.
The last warning bell rung and the four teens were uncertain if they should stay hidden and listen to what Logan had to say or start booking it to class. Thankfully, Logan decided for them, “After school, on the roof, don’t be late. Come on Virgil.”
And with that they all scurried out of the bathroom and raced to their first period.
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It was almost comedic how none of them ever noticed how many classes they had together. Like aside from their electives they all basically had the same classes together. Roman and Patton usually sit in the back of the class near the window, easier to get away with napping and passing notes, while Logan and Virgil sat near the center where they could easily blend into the crowed and not be called on as often by the teacher. Though that still wouldn’t stop Logan from raising his hand and blurting out answers and corrections. Point being they’ve never noticed each other before, they were in their own world doing their own thing with other students filling in for background noise. But now with their new freakish mutant powers they couldn’t not notice each other, especially with their weird colored auras buzzing and lighting them up like a fucking beckon.
It was like that all day, in every class, they tried to play it off like it was nothing, like nothing has changed and they’re in their own world but it didn’t work. They just kept fucking staring at each other and it didn’t matter if they were subtle about it or not because that stupid zing at the back of their heads would go off every time, they would feel eyes on them, and they knew! They all knew but they kept doing it anyway! Why? Because what else could they do?
Lunch came and went, an internal struggle within each of them debating weather on not they should sit with each other. They had no reason to do so other wise unless they used the excuse of that school field trip project but even then, that was flimsy and suspicious. They did not need anyone else suspecting them of hiding something when Dolion was already on their case.
Speaking of which, Dolion had been keeping an especially close eye on all of them all day. He wasn’t in all of their classes but he was in most and aside from each other they could practically feel his eyes burrowing in to the back of their heads. It did not help that this mutant power made them feel ten times more aware of themselves and the things around them. Their skin crawled when someone would accidently brush against them, they’d flinch when the bell rang, they’d race to their next class to get out of the crowed halls because it was so jam packed with people and noise and smells and they just couldn’t breathe.
Virgil was having the worst time out of all of them. His anxiety got bad sometimes and even on good days it could sneak up on him and leave him with a shitty day but this…this was the fucking worst! He kept accidently sticking to things and Logan had to say behind and help him out and that just made him feel even worse and caused them to be even more late for class.
Roman and Patton watched them from the sidelines, out of sight but never out of range. They weren’t too sure if they should intervene or mind their own business so they just lurked around like creeps. They figured if Logan or Virgil needed help, they would ask them and in turn they would do the same. Still, the day passed and none of them said a word to each other. Not even Logan and Patton who were stuck as lab partners. What would they even say?
“Yeah, nice weather we’re having, also do you think we’ll grow extra limbs now that we have mutant bug powers?”
Electives were the only classes they had by themselves and some how that was an even worse distraction. At least with four other people flashing like beckons you knew someone was right there when you needed them because they would understand your situation. But being alone, surrounded by other students, trying to act normal when you know that is far from the truth, is just horrible. How the hell were they going to get through their club meetings?
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Patton never thought he would dread going to culinary club but here he was hiding behind the nearby lockers debating weather or not he should just bail and wait on the roof by himself. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending how you look at it, he didn’t have to decided because one of the girls from his club spotted him.
“Hey Patton, it’s good to see you,” Her name was Valerie and she was the sweetest person Patton has ever met “we missed you yesterday, where’d you go?”
“Oh, uh, hi Valerie,” Patton fiddled bashfully with the end of his shirt “I-I got detention.”
“What? Why?” Valerie asked, quite shocked “Out of everyone in this school you’d be the last I’d ever expect to get detention.”
Patton became red with embarrassment, “Well…Dolion played a prank on me and I kind of freaked out. A friend of mine named Logan stood up for me and kind of scolded him but then Dolion got mad and wanted to fight him. Then me and my other two friends, Roman and Virgil, were trying to break them up but then Mr. Larry came in and saw. So, he gave us all detention but it didn’t go on our records and Dolion got extra detention this weekend.”
“Gosh, that must have really sucked,” Valerie said sympathetically.
Patton shrugged, “I just feel bad that I got all my friends in trouble because of something so dumb.”
“Hey now,” Valerie said sternly “it’s not your fault that Dolion was being a jerk and picking on you. Plus, your friends really care about you Patton, they don’t want to see you in distress.”
“Yeah, but I wish I could have done something more then just stand there,” Patton said glumly “if it hadn’t been for them I probably would of ran off crying.”
“Aw Patton,” Valarie sighed “sometimes you’re much too sweet for your own good. And sometimes that sweetness can cause you trouble but you have to remember, you’re worth standing up for.” she reached over and gently grasped his hand, “It’s okay not to feel happy all the time too.”
“Yeah I know,” Patton sighed “it’s just…”
“I know, I know, you don’t want to worry anyone,” She smiled sadly “you must have had a really bad morning to be able to rant to me.”
“I’m sorry.” He apologized.
“No, don’t be,” She assured “it’s good to talk about your problems, it’s a good way to help air out your feelings.”
“Well, thanks for letting me rant.” Patton chuckled.
“Any time,” Valarie replied “now we should get going, the meeting is going to start soon. Also, you never got around to teaching me that lemon square recipe.”
“Oh gosh, that’s right,” Patton said “I am so sorry, I was going to teach you yesterday but then detention and-”
“It’s fine, Patton,” Valarie soothed before he could continue “you have plenty of time to teach me to day if the meeting doesn’t run too long.”
“Absolutely.” Patton beamed, though it wasn’t totally genuine. He was still very stressed and anxious to be in a room full of people alone. Though out in the empty halls talking with Valarie had been nice so it gave Patton a little bit of hope he could do this. But that had just been them alone, what would he do when he was in room full of students and loud baking utensils? Patton gulped as he followed Valarie into the culinary class room and for once hoped for a short meeting.
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“One, two, three! One, two, three! Virgil, you’re off again!” Ms. Green sighed as she turned off the stereo. The entire class groaned, this was the third time they had to start the routine over because Virgil kept missing a step or getting off beat or something. It was seriously starting to stress him out more then he already was. Usually doing ballet helped calm his anxiety but right now with all the weird shit happening to his body it’s doing the exact opposite.
“Take five!” Ms. Green announced and the class disbursed into mindless chatter.
Virgil sighed tiredly as he began to trudge back to his bag near the back of the dance studio only to be stopped by Ms. Green. “Mr. Storm, please come here a moment.”
Virgil whined pathetically as he slowly made his way over to his dance instructor who looked very frustrated, “Yes, Ms. Green?”
“What’s going on with you today?” Her frustrated frown morphed into one of concern once she saw Virgil’s distressed face.
“Uh,” Virgil tugged at once side of his beanie nervously “I’m just not…feeling too great. I-I mean, I didn’t feel great last night so it’s kind of…lingering?”
“Is it because of your detention yesterday?” Ms. Green asked, she didn’t look mad or disappointed as Virgil previously thought, just curious.
“Kind of,” Virgil fibbed “there was a bug, I mean, there is a bug going around the school. Not a real bug, of course, like a cold and flu bug. Yeah, like that. Uh, I was sick and the doctor said it was a bug.”
Nailed it.
Ms. Green corked an eye brow suspiciously, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Virgil said a little too quickly before sighing “I’m fine, just…gotta find my rhythm again. It’s still getting out of my system…the bug.”
“Ah-huh,” Ms. Green nodded slowly “you’re lucky you don’t compete in anything. Although you really should.”
Virgil gave her a weary smile, having had this conversation too many times before and not wanting it to have it today of all days. Ms. Green kept on insisting that Vigil enter in dance competitions or audition for the production of Swan Lake they’d be doing in the spring. But Virgil kept rebutting that if he could barely get through a simple dance recital without vomiting on stage there was no why he’d be able to last through a four-act performance.
“Still not my thing Ms. Green.” He replied with a tight smile.
Ms. Green sighed, quickly dropping the subject, “Alright, go take five. Stretch out and be ready to go again. Start getting focused.”
“You got it.” Virgil gave her a thumbs up as he began to walk backwards towards his bag. He heard his stomach rumble for the fifth time and groaned as he searched through his backpack for any more chips.
“Skip out on lunch?” A voice asked from behind.
Virgil turned to find Terrance smiling at him with an extra water bottle shoved near his face. He quickly took it before addressing his question, “No, why do you ask?”
“That is a lot of wrappers,” Terrance pointed towards Virgil’s bag which was overflowing with candy and chip wrappers like some sort of volcano “I’m guessing you’re the one that emptied out the vending machine near hall B?
Virgil flushed, embarrassed as he stuffed the wrappers back in his backpack, “N-no, this was breakfast.”
Terrence frowned disapprovingly, “That’s pretty unhealthy.”
“Don’t worry, that’s not the worst thing that’s happened today.” Virgil assured as he finally found one last candy bar and stuffed it in his mouth. Before Terrence could ask what Virgil meant by that Ms. Green was already calling everyone back.
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Roman loved play rehearsal, seeing things get slowly piece together as the day of the play got closer and closer. And when you finally go on stage its even more amazing then you could ever imagen because you’ve spent months building this from the ground up, costumes, props, lighting, hours and hours of practice. It was all just great and amazing and Roman loved every minute of it!
“Is this a dagger which I see before me,/ The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.” Roman recited.
“Cut!” His director, Mr. Bell, called out “Roman, your blockings off again.”
Just not today…
Roman groaned, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, let’s- can we do it again?”
“It’s okay,” Mr. Bell sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “let’s all just…take five.”
And with that the house lights went on and the students disbursed to go do their own thing. Actors huddled together to recite lines, techs came down for their box for fresh air and socializing, crew fiddled around with stage and props, and Roman exited stage left towards the dressing rooms.
Roman hated this, his new abilities were throwing him why off balance in both the physical and mental sense. The stage lights burned his eyes, he could here the whispering backstage, the creaking from the catwalk, and all eyes on him. For once in his life Roman did NOT want to be the center of attention.
“Hey girl!” Roman paused to see Remy waving at him as he came down the latter one of the catwalks.
“Hey Remy.” Roman smiled tiredly, he was in no mood to put up a charming persona and thankfully Remy was the type of person that could care less about keeping up appearances. He liked to “keep it real” like that.
“Oh god, you look like shit,” Remy replied once he was on the ground, sipping on a Starbucks cup that he always seems to have with him “what happened?”
Roman inhaled deeply, “So many things that I can even begin to comprehend myself. But I’m fine, really.”
“Woof,” Remy said “must have been some bad shit that went down because you’re usually a one hit wonder out there. But five takes? You sure you okay, boo? I heard what happened yesterday with that dick Dolion.”
“Yeah, it’s all fine now,” Roman sighed as he stretched his arms “just got to shake it off and get centered again.”
“Mmh, okay,” Remy shrugged nonchalantly “but if you ever need me to beat a hoe just ask. I don’t mind dirtying up my new Doc Martens.”
Roman chuckled, “Thanks but no thanks, I’ll keep that in mind though.”
“No prob babe,” Then Remy smirked “also, I saw you and Virgil Storm getting along quite nicely yesterday. Anything going on there?”
Remy laughed as Roman groaned again, flushing a deep scarlet before scurrying away “I’m gunna go practice my lines elsewhere.”
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“Ethan Zuckerman, Associate Professor and Director of the Center of Civic Media, stated that ‘Social media is critically important in giving voice to communities who’ve been systemically excluded from media – people of color, woman, LGBTQIA people, poor people. By giving people a chance to share their under-covered perspectives with broadcast media, social media has a possible role in making the media ecosystem more inclusive and fair’,” Emile Picani stated proudly “we are in an era where word gets around faster and problems can be caught early on to help fix them. We can share information and opinion that everybody can see and sort out issues much faster because of it.”
“Falsehood,” Logan said as soon as Emile finished “what about the manipulation of public opinion over social media platforms which can eventually lead to a critical threat to public life? Samantha Bradshaw, Researcher on the Computational Propaganda project at Oxford University, wrote a paper about how government agencies and political parties are exploiting the use of social media platforms to spread misinformation, exercise censorship and undermine trust in media, public institution, and science. Science Picani!”
“Yes, but where would we have learned any of this without social media,” Emile rebutted “not a lot of people are too keen on the idea of going to the library and reading research papers. Sometimes, small articles online talking about the issue can help spread awareness to others.”
“Yes, but can’t those same articles spread lies and slander at the same time?” Logan countered “Misleading people once more when they could have easily gotten the information from the source.”
“Who says there aren’t articles and groups dedicated to these ideas?” Emile said “In a hilarious state of irony, these groups came together because of social media, they made connections and helped raise awareness towards a common goal. Now, I’m not saying that social media is perfect but it is an important part of our culture. We should be working forward to improve it instead of tearing it down.”
Silence.
Logan chewed at the end of his thumb nail, absolutely stumped on what he should say. He hasn’t been able to think clearly all day. Everything was too loud and too quiet, to fast and too slow, it was driving him crazy.
The buzzer went off and the sound of Mr. Shelton’s voice boomed throughout the room, “Time. Picani wins. Brake time everybody, then we’ll choose teams for the next topic.”
Logan groaned, letting his head drop against the desk with a loud thud. A shadow loomed over him and he turned his head to the side and came face to stomach with Emile Picani’s yellow sweater. He lazily looked up to see the nervous yet concerned smile on Emile’s face.
“May I help you?” Logan mumbled.
Emile shook his head, “No, I was just wondering…are you feeling okay Logan? You were kind of…struggling to keep up back there.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Logan quickly defended, sitting up straight “I just…have a bit of a cold.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Emile quickly backtrack nervously “but, um, are you sure there’s not something else wrong?”
Curse Emile and his advanced human psychology classes. The kid was already super empathetic as it was as well as the second smartest student at the school. Logan being the first of course.
“What ever do you mean?” Logan said blankly, though inside he was panicking.
“You just seem kind of distracted by…” Emile made a vague gesture with his hands “Everything. Like, you’ve just suddenly realized the world is moving around you. Does that make sense?”
Yes, it did but Logan was not about to admit it because if he did Emile would be able to use that little amount of information to pull everything out of him. Emile wasn’t malicious by any means, next to Patton he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. He just had a way of making people feel comfortable enough to open up about their stress and (ugh) feelings.
So, he lied. “No, it does not make sense.”
Emile stared at him for a minute and Logan tried his best not to squirm under his intense gaze. It felt as if he was trying to search through the inner mechanisms of Logan’s brain just by scanning over his physical form. Finally, he blinked, sighing as he gave Logan a half-hearted smile. “You can be a tough cookie to read sometimes. Then there are other times where you’re an open book. It’s all very confusing.”
Logan didn’t know if he liked that metaphor or not so he just said what he thought was appropriate. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no, no, you have nothing to be sorry about Logan,” Emile assured anxiously “I’m just being nosy and weird.”
“I don’t think you’re weird.” Logan said honestly. Yes, Emile was childish and liked cartoon but he was also extremally smart and one of the few people Logan can properly debate with without having to dumb down his vocabulary.
Emile blushed but gave a wide genuine smile, “Thanks for thinking so. Um, I’ll get out of your hair now.”
Logan nodded as he watched Emile walk away to socialize with the other members. His head returned to the desk, cheek pressed against the cool plastic wood, as he stared at the clock counting down the minutes left until he could meet the others.
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They all bumped into each other on the third floor, literally, they were so jittery with nerves and excitement they were practically sprinting towards the roof. They were quick to collect themselves before silently making their way up the fourth floor towards the stairs leading to the roof. They didn’t have to stay silent but just as it’s been all day, they had no idea what to say to each other, plus the paranoia that someone could be listening in like in the bathroom this morning.
They quickly filed out onto the wide-open space of the roof top, each standing about five feet apart from each other, not moving just, not talking, just listening. They hear the construction happening down the street but not just the noise of the machine scraping against the pavement but the conversations between coworkers about getting a beer after work. They could sense the movement of scurrying students beneath them as they all hurried to catch up with friends and walk home. They looked into the distant skyline where the city clustered together and they could make out every detail of every building, tree, person, and sidewalk. They could smell the warm pretzels being sold down town, cigarette smoke in cafes, and cheap perfume from the boys locker room. They could taste the bile building in their throats, the world around them becoming too much, it frightened them.
“What’s happening to us.” Virgil whimpered, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.
“I-I have a theory,” Logan stuttered out, taking a deep breath to calm himself “we were all bitten by the same enhanced super spider which had previously gone missing during our field trip to Oscorp yesterday.”
“I thought the guide said it was back in the lab.” Patton squeaked out, frantically looking around for more spiders.
“Yeah, how can you be so sure it’s the same spider?” Roman said skeptically.
Logan slid off his back pack and began rummaging through it until he pulled out a jar full of webbing and a familiar little spider inside. Virgil gawked at his best friend, “You brought it to school?”
“I didn’t trust leaving it at home alone,” Logan stated simply “I feared it would escape.”
“Escape…” the spider hissed “Freedom…”
“It talked!” Roman and Patton shrieked, scrambling backwards a few steps.
“Technically, it didn’t,” Logan said coolly, readjusting his glasses “it’s just that we can now hear at a higher frequency and can now get bits and pieces of conversations from-”
“That’s great Einstein but what does that…thing have to do with how we are now!” Roman cut in, getting more and more frustrated as time went on.
Logan glared at him but decided he was ultimately right and should get to the point, not that he would ever tell Roman that. “If we compare our bug bites, I can assure you that they will all look similar. Assuming that we all suffered the same symptoms afterward, nausea, dizziness, vomiting, memory laps, and/or fainting, then woke up like…this, my hypothesis is that the spider’s venom caused a mutated our DNA.”
“How can you be so sure?” Roman asked, taking a step forward with Patton clinging to the back of his shirt like a koala. Roman was ninety percent sure Patton had gotten himself stuck but that was something to worry about later.
“I mean, the evidence is irrefutable,” Logan said “but to be truly sure I’d have to do a blood test but I currently do not have the equipment for that and neither does the school.”
“Of course, you checked for that,” Virgil sighed, wanting to rub his face but worried his hand would get stuck again “So, what now? Are we gunna take it back to Oscorp or something? Because I’m pretty sure it’ll be mighty suspicious when four teenagers walk up to the front desk carrying a multimillion-dollar spider inside a Crofters jam jar.”
“Cookies!” Patton announced loudly, startling everyone, especially Roman since it was right next to his ear. Patton whispered an apology to his friend before detaching, with a bit of difficulty, from his back and searching through his back pack. He pulled out two clear colorful baggies, one filled with scones and another filled with peanut butter cookies.
Patton stepped forward to gift his friends the cookies only to suddenly stop short, “Um, can you…” he gestured towards the jar in Logan’s hands “p-put it away?”
Logan blinked owlishly before suddenly realizing what he meant and quickly tucked away the creature in his back pack, “Oh, yes, right, your, um, arachnophobia. I apologize for my ignorance.”
“Wow, Logan apologizing,” Virgil gasped in fake awe “that’s a first.”
Logan glared at his best friend but was soon faced to face with a smiling Patton, “I hope you like them. I was going to make them last night but then…ya know, that happened and I was a bit…frazzled this morning. So, tell me if they turn out okay, okay?”
“I’m sure they’ll be quite…adequate.” Logan gulped nervously, Patton was way too close but this wasn’t anything new. Patton seemed to have very little personal space with people he deemed his friends but right now with their newfound abilities he was just a burst of color and energy.
“Let’s hope your right.” Patton giggled before moving towards Virgil who took about two large steps back.
“J-just…put ‘em- on the…the…I’ll get them on the ground.” Virgil stuttered out, his hands moving along with his words as if it would help convey his feelings in the situation at hand.
Thankfully Patton got the hint and smiled warmly as he carefully placed the cookies on the ground before stepping back towards Roman. With a relieved sigh Virgil returned to his spot and picked up the bag, wordlessly nodding his thanks towards Patton.
“So, what are we gunna do?” Roman said, suddenly bursting the friendly atmosphere. He was really on edge right now and it was an overwhelming crushing feeling that just kept growing with every passing minute. “You said earlier this morning that there was someone similar to our situation, who?”
Logan cleared his throat, pulling out his phone and tapping a few things, “Right, well, who is someone that is well known to the public who climbs walls, has super strength, and has sort of spider like tendencies.”
It was silent, the three other teens looked clueless and Logan was just a bit disappointed. He turned to Virgil with a look and said, “Seriously, Virgil?”
“Dude, I can’t remember half the things I’ve done today, okay, everything is just like…” Virgil groaned, waving his arms around “and if I’m honest I’m still kind of freaking out, like, internally and maybe a little bit externally too. I don’t know, give it time.”
“Rainbow Weaver,” Logan said blankly “Rainbow Weaver has these same abilities.”
“Rainbow Weaver?” The trio replied, the wheels finally turning in their head.
“Yes.” Logan nodded.
“Okay, wait,” Roman said “two questions: 1) What makes you think Rainbow Weaver will even consider helping us? And 2) Even if he did, where would we find him?”
Logan continued to tap on his phone before flipping it over to show the other, “According to his fan page on Twitter: on 5th street near main.”
“That’s ten blocks away,” Patton said glumly “we’ll never make it on time.”
“Even if we run that’s at least thirty minutes tops.” Virgil added.
“Anymore bright ideas, pocket protector?” Roman snarked.
“Just about,” Logan said coolly, as he began to collect his things before slinging his backpack securely on himself. He turned a whole 360 degrees before stopping in place and making his way towards the left side of the building. The other’s followed, curious as to what he was looking for, they peered over at a few smaller buildings next door clustered together with signs obscuring the view of the roof tops as they reached higher and higher the deeper you went into the city.
“This’ll do.” Logan said as he began to walk back.
“This’ll do for what?” Virgil asked but he wasn’t answered because Logan was now sprinting back towards them and he wasn’t slowing down.
The others, panicked, blocked his path screaming and begging for him to stop and explain what the hell was going on. But even that did nothing to deter the bespectacled teen because he simply jumped, high. It surprised everyone, including Logan himself, when he was able to leap clear over not only all of them but all the way to the next building. He stumbled on his landing, legs tripping his forward before he was able to finally find his footing. Stunted silence and open mouths were left in his wake before Logan snapped out of his stupor and laughed with all the giddy glee of a child who just met his favorite super hero.
“Oh my god, that was exhilarating!” Logan cheered, waving his arms over at his friends “Come on! Come on! You gotta – you gotta do this!”
“You’re fucking crazy!” Virgil wheezed out, gripping onto the side of the building for dear life.
Roman chewed at his bottom lip before finally sighing and running back, “Fuck it.”
“W-wait, Roman, kiddo!” Patton squeaked “Shouldn’t we think this over first?”
“I did think it over,” Roman said, setting himself up for a running start “and I’m not gunna let iDork get ahead of me.”
“You’re both crazy!” Vigil shrieked.
Roman didn’t answer, instead he charged forward, wind whipping his hair and adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He got to the ledge and quickly used it as leverage to leap up, floating in mid air for just a moment before he came rocketing down towards the roof. He didn’t land as far as Logan but he had a much better landing, legs bent as he shakily straightened himself out. Roman looked towards Logan who was smiling like a mad man and Roman couldn’t help but join in his excitement.
“Holy shit you guys!” Roman exclaimed, jumping up and down “You have to try it! It’s amazing!”
Patton gulped nervously before looking towards Virgil, who was just about ready to have an aneurysm. He extended a nervous hand towards the emo boy and asked begged, “Jump with me.”
“What?” Virgil’s voice cracked as he took a step back “Are you serious?”
“Yes, no, kind of…” Patton whimpered “I don’t wanna do this alone! I’m scared a-and you’re scared too. B-but Logan and Roman were able to do it and more then likely we’ll be able to do it too, s-so with both of us pushing us off we’ll have a better chance of landing safer. Right?”
Virgil looked at Patton like he was insane (which he was!) staring between his face and the hand extended towards him. Finally, after a long silence, Virgil sighed, “Screw it.” And firmly took Patton’s hand as they made there way back towards the center of the building.
“If we fall I’m using you as a cushion,” Virgil threatened, hand squeezing Patton’s tightly “I’m just joking, I’m just…really fucking scared right now.”
“It’s okay,” Patton said warmly, squeezing back just as tight “I am too but you don’t need to jump with me if you don’t want to. I’m sure we can figure another thing out.”
“N-no, no, it’s fine,” Virgil assured quickly “it’s just we gotta do it now before I psych myself out.”
Patton nodded firmly, looking ahead as he and Virgil prepared to sprint forward. They heard shouts of encouragement from Logan and Roman, who were still riding on their adrenaline high, as they began their charge. Blood pumped loudly in their ears, legs picking up traction much faster then they were expecting, and just when Virgil thought he was going to freeze up at the last-minute Patton boosted forward giving him a strong tug before they were finally soaring through the sky. They looked to the sky line, at the busy city and its scurrying people and for a moment it was as if they were flying.
They collapsed into a heaping pile on the roof next door, groaning as Logan and Roman rushed over to help them. Virgil was quick to dust himself off, laughing like a lunatic as he did. “That was awesome!”
“Yeah!” Patton chimed in, jumping to engulf Roman in an excited hug.
“We should be able to reach him if we head this way!” Logan cut in through the excitement, pointing towards the building roof tops heading towards the heart of Manhattan.
The boys looked at each other, momentarily questioning weather this was a good idea, before a sly determined grin spread across their faces and they began to sprint, throwing caution to the wind.
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“Whooohooo!” Patton screamed joyously as he and his friends ran and jumped across the roof tops at a speed, they did not think was possible for a normal human.
They forgotten the map on Logan’s phone long ago and had no idea where they were going but somehow, they just knew they were going the right way. The tingling sensation at the back of their heads tugged them towards their destination as they enjoyed the rush of wind in their ears and adrenaline in their veins.
They reached their destination in no time but since they did not see their intended target anywhere, they decided to circle around a little to see if they could catch him. Though mainly the boys just wanted to see what they could do with their new-found powers. Climbing up the side of buildings, walking across utility wires, and using abandon construction sights as their own personal jungle gym. Somehow, they ended up on the roof of a pretty tall office building and decided to take a rest.
“Jesus Christ!” Virgil laughed hysterically “We’re so high up!”
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, he was concerned, really, he was, but Virgil’s laughter was contagious and the adrenaline was still buzzing in his system.
“No,” Virgil giggled as he laid down on his back “but give me a minute.”
“Deep breaths, kiddo,” Patton said as he flopped down next Virgil “this is a lot of excitement for one day, even for me.”
“I’ll second that.” Roman agreed as he too joined them on the ground.
Logan shrugged and settled himself between Virgil and Roman, all of them star-fished out in a circle watching the clouds roll by. Silence fell upon them once more as they began to soak in all that had happened to them that day. They weren’t as overwhelmed as they had been that morning, maybe running and jumping across buildings let them take out some of that jittery energy they had stored inside. Don’t get them wrong, they were still kind of freaking out but they were a little more calm about it. Especially since they knew that they weren’t alone in their endeavor. Sure, they might not be able to get Rainbow Weaver to help them but at least they had each other and that was a comfort that they were all truly grateful for.
“Do you think we can shoot spider webs like Rainbow Weaver can?” Roman asked, braking the peaceful silence.
“I’m not quite sure,” Logan said honestly “I tried at home but I just can’t seem to produce anything. Then again, not all spiders can make webs.”
“Hmm, true.” Virgil murmured, eyes closed as he practiced some deep breathing exercises.
Roman sat up, a determined look on his face, “I’m gunna try it.”
“How you gunna do that?” Patton asked, sitting up to face his friend with a slightly worried look in his eyes. Roman had that look again, he always got that look when he had a dangerous idea that would either get him in trouble or injured. It was the same look he had before he jumped off the school roof to chase after Logan.
“Well,” Roman began, hopping up to his feet “first I need to do a test shot. Uh, how does Rainbow Weaver do his…thing?” He began to flex his hand into various positions and poses.
Virgil, who was still on the ground, raised his arm up and did a sort of punk rock gesture, “Like this.”
Thwhip!
Virgil’s eyes snapped open when he heard the sound and felt a sliver of something eject itself from his wrist. He was surrounded by three pairs of shocked eyes as he slowly stood up, looking down at his hand with awe and slight concern.
“Do it again!” Logan said excitedly.
Virgil aimed towards a small utility shed near the other side of the roof and thwiped! A long string of…something shot out from Virgil’s wrist and stuck to one end of the utility shed while Virgil held the other end. “Holy shit!”
“Fascinating,” Logan gasped in awe as he tugged on the silk string “you’re able to create your own webbing and by the feel of it it’s exactly as the guide described it, like steel cables.”
“It feels weird.” Virgil murmured as he detached the end of the string near his wrist.
“I’ll bet.” Roman said, looking over Virgil’s shoulder to get a better look at the webbing.
Patton, meanwhile, was trying to test out if he could do it too, he couldn’t. “Aw, I don’t think it works on me. What about you Roman?”
“Uh, let’s see.” He replied, taking a stance next to Virgil and aiming his arm towards the same shed. He pressed down on his palm with his two middle fingers and…thwip! “Holy shit…that felt weird!”
“I know right!” Virgil chimed in as they all now began to look over Roman’s web string.
“It would seem that me and Patton are incapable of producing web,” Logan deduced “but I’m fairly certain we may be able to produce some sort of silk, as all spiders do. It’s just the means of figuring it out…”
“I’m gunna swing across the other building!” Roman announced suddenly, causing everyone to jump and stare as he raced towards the edge of the building.
They were quickly snapped out of their surprise as they realized what Roman had said and went to chase him down before he did something stupid. Unfortunately, they were not quick enough because Roman had already launched another string of web and was getting ready to jump.
“Roman, wait!” Patton cried.
“It might not be safe!” Logan warned.
“Get down from there you idiot!” Virgil shouted.
“Tally ho!” Roman hollered as he pushed himself off the building and swung through the air.
Roman seemed fine at first, swinging through the air above the busy streets like some sort of extreme swing set. But then he realized, as the building he attached himself to got closer and closer, he had no idea what he was doing or how to stop. The only thing he could do at the moment was shut his eyes, curl up into a ball, and wait for impact. He vaguely recalled hearing the others scream before he was suddenly wooshed up into the air again.
When Roman opened his eyes to see what he had collided with on his way to his impending doom all he could see was rainbow. A rainbow arm holding him tight against a rainbow clad body and when he looked up to see a rainbow masked, white eyed figure a familiar buzzing was felt at the back of his head and he then noticed that the masked figure’s aura was a multi colored light show.
“You’re just like me!” Was all Roman could think to blurt out.
The figure looked down at him, slightly confused, until his eyes widen in sudden realization and he said, “Holy shit, you’re right.”
Once safely back on top of the building Roman was promptly tackled down by a sobbing Patton, “Don’t ever, ever do that again!”
“Yeah, not my brightest moment.” Roman admitted sheepishly.
The reunion was cut short due to a very furious looking Virgil who came stomping over, separated the two friends, then proceeded to punch Roman’s shoulder, hard. The theater geek cried out in protest, taking a few steps back before Virgil could get another swing in, “Ow, what the fuck!”
“You could have gotten yourself fucking killed you moron!” Virgil growled.
“That was very reckless of you, Roman,” Logan added crossly “even for your standards.”
“Oh, sez the one that convinced us to jump off a building,” Roman snapped back “excuse me for trying to follow the ‘smart ones’ lead and thinking this was a good idea.”
“The buildings were closer together and I calculated the right momentum needed to get across!” Logan countered, taking a step towards Roman “Given our new-found abilities it was obvious to be an easy jump!”
“Yeah, for you! How could you have been so certain for the rest of us, smartass?” Roman rebutted, getting up in Logan’s face as well.
“Simple physics really, something that a half wit like you could never understand!” Logan growled.
“Was it really physics or one of your scientific guesses?” Roman sneered.
“It’s called a theory you brainless Neanderthal!” Logan replied.
“Erlenmeyer trash!”
“Drama turd!”
“Cotton headed ninny muggings!”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“Jesus Christ there are four of you!” The masked figure said as he got in between the two fighting teens.
Silence overtook the group as they stared up and finally realized who was talking to them. Clad in a rainbow spider themed suit with a sort of glider/cape mesh between his arms, his aura a burst of bright colors, it was the one, the only…
“R-R-Rainbow Weaver!” Virgil squeaked out, completely star structed.
“Yeah, and who might you guys be? Also, what’s going on with…” Rainbow Weaver gestured towards the group as if pointing out the colorful aura he could also see around them “…everything?”
“R-Rainbow Weaver…” Was apparently all Virgil could say now.
“Is everything okay?” Rainbow Weaver said worriedly as he scanned over the group of teens frozen in awe. Not that he wasn’t use to this but he just kind of figured out that these boys might have super powers like him so he really needed answers like now.
“Um, m-mister Rainbow Weaver, sir, uh…” Logan stuttered out, uncharacteristically shy at the moment, “w-we were actually looking for you but we couldn’t – uh, we were searching the city and someone on Twitter said they saw you here – around here and, uh, we kind of, um, wanted to talk…to you…”
“Take your time kid.” Rainbow Weaver soothed gently, the teen looked like he was getting ready to have a stroke.
“We got bit by a spider!” Patton blurted out before covering his mouth shut.
“Okay, go on.” Rainbow Weaver said with an encouraging nod.
Patton bashfully removed his hands from his mouth, fidgeting in place as all eyes were on him now, “Uh, well, we went on a field trip to a science lab thing in Oscorp where they had these creepy, crawly mutant spiders and one of them had escaped but the tour guide said not to worry because it was probably back in the lab, but it wasn’t, so it escaped and some how bit all of us and then we woke up with weird powers like: we can stick to the wall and jump really high and everything is really loud and bright and we have these weird color auras and I couldn’t fit into any of my cute clothes and we didn’t know what to do so Logan said we should find you and ask cause you have similar powers to us so we jumped off the school building and ran around the city to find you but we couldn’t, then Virgil found out he can shoot web but me and Logan can’t so Roman tried to swing to the next building over and almost died and then you came and I’m really scared right now so can you please tell us what’s going on!”
Patton finally stopped to suck in a big gulp of air having been so nervous he said everything in one breath. Roman went over to rub soothing circles on his distressed friend’s back as Patton regained the ability to breath. Rainbow Weaver, meanwhile, was trying to process all that had been said but also make sure that Patton was doing okay.
“Okay, first, I need you to calm down for me,” Rainbow Weaver cooed, a firm hand on Patton’s shoulder “breath in for four…hold for seven…out for eight…good.”
Once Patton was calmed down some Rainbow Weaver continued, “Second order of business, how old are you guys and what are your names?”
“I’m Roman Marigold and I’ll be seventeen in a month,” Roman answered as he hugged Patton close “this is my best friend Patton Foster and he’s seventeen.”
“I’m Logan Quinn,” Logan pipped up, finally pulling himself together “I’m seventeen as well as my friend Virgil Storm here.”
Virgil gave a shy wave, somewhat hiding behind his taller friend, Rainbow Weaver waved back, a kind smile visible through his mask. It seemed odd how quick the boys were to trust him, even if he was a famous super hero, he was still a stranger. But be it because of their weird aura or the kindness in Rainbow Weaver’s voice the boys knew he could be trusted.
“Okay, third order of business, is the spider that bit you guys dead or still crawling around the city?” Rainbow Weaver asked.
“Oh no, I have it in my backpack!” Logan said, quickly removing his backpack and rummaging around for the jar he had it in earlier.
“Excuse me?” Rainbow Weaver said confused before a jar with a colorful, weird looking spider was shoved in his direction. He took a step back to get a better look at it and vaguely heard Patton whimpering fearfully in the background. He sighed, scratching the back of his head, “Well, that’s just great, Oscorp didn’t learn after the first time it happen.”
“First time?” Logan asked curiously, pulling the jar back towards his chest, the spider skittering nervously.
“How do you think I got like this?” Rainbow Weaver chuckled, hollow and devoid of enthusiasm “But, yeah, this has happened before. A few years back, when I was in high school actually, god only knows what they’ve been able to do now with all the technological advances throughout the years.”
“What do you mean?” Virgil asked, curiosity finally letting him find his voice.
“Well, I-” Rainbow Weaver began but was cut off by four loud rumbling stomachs. His eyes widen with surprise at the blushing teens before bursting out into laughter. “God, you kids must be hungry. Having mutant powers will take a lot out of you, I’ll tell you that, especially if you’re still a growing teenager. How ‘bout we go out and get something to eat and I’ll try to explain everything as best as I can?”
“But don’t you have to watch the city?” Roman asked.
Rainbow Weaver shrugged, “It ain’t going nowhere, besides I have my ways of figuring out if I’m needed or not.”
“Um, are you sure?” Virgil asked timidly “We don’t want to keep you from, you know, important things.”
“Kid, right now this is the most important thing on my list,” Rainbow Weaver assured “I know for sure I would have liked someone to talk to when I was going through all this mess.”
“Um, mister Rainbow Weaver,” Patton chirped “not that we aren’t thankful that you’ll help but wouldn’t we look suspicious walking together on the street or jumping across buildings with you?”
“Not if I’m in civilian clothes, which by the way, I should have a pack here somewhere.” Rainbow Weaver wandered off towards the utility shed across the building and opened it to reveal a plain black backpack squished under an electrical control panel.
“Civilian?” Roman said aloud before realizing what was happening “Wait, isn’t revealing your true identity against some sort of hero’s code or something? I mean, unless you’re the Avengers but-”
“It’s fine,” Rainbow Weaver cut in having already finished changed, they hadn’t even turned away for a full minute! He was wearing some worn, baggy clothes that had probably come from a thrift store and was now stuffing his Rainbow Weaver costume into his bag, all was left was the mask he still had on. “I mean you can’t expect us to have an open honest conversation with each other if I’m hiding behind a mask, right?”
Casually, as if he wasn’t just entrusting four teenagers with his biggest secrete, Rainbow Weaver removed his mask to reveal a familiar face that had Roman and Patton silently squealing, Virgil to be even more star struck, and caused Logan’s jaw to hit the floor. The man before them ruffled his peppered brown hair nervously as he gave a lopsided smile, “Uh, hi, my name is Thomas Sanders…we have a lot to talk about.”
Spanish Spoken:
“Rest a little, my love, the doctor said you had a sickness that had been going around. Patton has it too, but I've heard that he's fine now, he just needs to rest. Do not go to school if you do not feel like it. There is a broth in the refrigerator to heat up if you are hungry.”
“Stupid sticky hands!”
Song mentioned:
Lovely by Billie Eillish
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gigantic homestuck liveblog post
hello. I hope to god that tumblr’s readmore function works across platforms because otherwise this may just be the worst thing I ever inflicted on anyone’s dashboard in the history of this hellsite
warnings for my pure, unadulterated opinions (including relentless character-hate for characters that I personally do not like), spoilers for literally everything, reading the epilogues in the most asinine order possible, and the same content warnings that were given at the beginning of the epilogues themselves
general thoughts: i liked some of it, didnt like some of it. the parts that i didn't like would have been more bearable if they literally weren’t painful to read. i’m of the opinion that, while things dont have to be daisies and roses all the time, i don’t want to have a completely horrible reading experience when things aren’t daises and roses.
other complaints: part of homestuck’s appeal is its amazing cast of girls, and they were severely under-utilized. also, i had to see gamzee again.
but, like i said. i liked some of it. a lot of it, in fact. i did think it kept with the spirit of homestuck in that it made me feel every single human emotion possible.
I had a lot of Feelings while reading, and if I went into all of them here, I might as well write out some meta to flesh out the 2.5 concrete thoughts I had while reading, but I’m not going to do that. instead, i’m going to dump my several-thousand-words of live reactions here so that no one has the patience to parse out what the hell i’m talking about. because I just spent a total of 21 hours reading this and I am so incredibly braindead.
MEAT 1
Okay I’m clicking on ‘meat’ first. I’m so scared LMAO I’m not ready for this.
Gross. This is already very upsetting.
MEAT 2
Lmao WHAT
FUCK. Dave this is NOT ALLOWED.
Homestuck is very very good actually
Alright I’m going to have to stop screenshotting every single thing I find funny or else I am never going to get through this
I Love You Dave Strider
This is so fucking weird to say and I have no idea what the psychology is behind it but reading homestuck always makes me weirdly ambitious…like reading about dave doing shit like making comics and motivating karkat to run for president makes ME want to do shit.
also the biggest mystery in homestuck is that people like jake English
MEAT 3
The fridge pops open and out roll Aranea and Gamzee. Gamzee honks and his codpiece jiggles ominously. Aranea staggers to her feet, looking rather pleased with herself.
Fucking gross.
JOHN PUNCHED ARANEA
Waaaaay back in the day “aranea gets punched in the face” was on my homestuck bingo card, back when we all thought the comic was gonna end after the gigapause or whatever it was called
Also is this going to be in fic form the whole time because if so I’m going to have a hell of a time concentrating long enough to finish this in one go
You wisely decide that this clown will lend nothing valuable to the narrative whatsoever if he is allowed to remain outside of your childhood refrigerator. You put both hands on his chest and shove him into the fridge where he belongs. He goes easily, issuing only a pair of weak honks in protest. You slam the fridge shut and resolve to never think about Gamzee Makara again.
Bye bitch
I know you’re going to be back soon but still
(also I skimmed the first few pages of the candy epilogue and it looks like gamzee might have some relevance in that one too. Homophobic if true.)
MEAT 4
Oh jesus fuck I just remembered caliborn’s stop-motion Claymation thing where all the kids die. And now john’s gathering them all up. This is going to fucking SUCK isn’t it
MEAT 5
Lmao
Jake can’t help but watch the motion, raking his eyes over the muscles shifting beneath the skin of Dirk’s neck and arms.
Calm your fucking boner dude
Also dirk is ripped apparently
With a casual flick of his wrist, Dirk snaps out a bright red tranquilizer handgun and shoots Jake in the neck. Jake’s glasses crack when he hits the mat.
What the fuck
MEAT 6
You wonder. Do you see these teen versions of your friends as “real”? Are you treating them, at Rose’s behest, as simple puppets? Doing your part to insist they fill friend-shaped recesses in an essential plan to stabilize all else that can be considered important, a distinction no longer applying to them? Do you care at all about whatever fate it may be that you are sentencing these children to? Are you becoming as complicit in the fatalistic evils of Paradox Space as Lord English himself? Are you becoming a monster, John Egbert?
):
MEAT 7
I Love You Rose Lalonde
Also, same old Dirk, huh?
Dirk & rose conversations are some of the best but. Dirk. Dirk. He reminds me so much of myself and I constantly want to shove him into a locker.
MEAT 8
I hate how much I love caliborn. Also I am Very Afraid.
MEAT 9
The blurry, distorted face of your laughing nemesis was the last thing you saw before the chest door slammed shut and plunged you into textual obsolescence.
And here, you are now stuck. You will not emerge from this holding cell, from an outside perspective, for quadrillions of years. It is not long at all until you begin to wish you had brought something to read.
Jesus Christ
Well. At least it’s quadrillions of years “from an outside perspective.” Hopefully it won’t be THAT long for them. Maybe like, an hour?
Also john you broke your glasses. How are you supposed to read.
MEAT 10
No, surely this must have been Dave’s idea. The kind of plot hatched from their little nest of mutually supportive, codependent, interspecies... whatever it was they had going on over there.
Jane is straight-up EVIL, I guess
This what capitalism does to you, folks
Also, karkat (true leftism)
MEAT 11
This is exactly what I expected when I realized john would be overseeing a group of teens
Would you tell them about Terezi...
For some reason her name feels like nails in your heart. Makes sense, you guess, cause there’s a lot of sharp letters in it. She had sharp teeth too, and sharp elbows. Sharp words. Terezi Pyrope was a sharp girl, and maybe what these sharp feelings are trying to tell you is you miss her more than you realized.
Do NOT talk about terezi in the past tense you fucking GOON
Also if I don’t see terezi again I will fucking riot
Me like 2 years ago
MEAT 12
Asfdhkajlfh
Jade you are NOT subtle
This is oppression
Dave and karkat HAVE KISSED MULTIPLE TIMES. I will not be convinced otherwise
Jade “didn’t think Obama was a real person” Harley
Also Dave “doesn’t think Jesus was a real person” Strider
Speaking of. Where is homestuck-is-a-sin nowadays
Jade will you please chill
but also. Marry me. dave and karkat are clearly not comfy with this, but I would be very comfy with it.
MEAT 13
> Be Vriska.
Oh fuck yes
Well, that didn’t last long. Bye, vriska!
Oh fuck
God this is all so intense. I feel like I should’ve read candy first
MEAT 14
Really, the only surprise is how long it took to happen. Jane is a beautiful lady, that’s for sure. She always has been, but she’s only grown more ravishing as she’s come into the full blossom of her womanhood. Smooth, silky skin... thick, dark lashes... full, feminine lips... not to mention curves like the dickens.
This is so hard to read lmao
Jake can’t stop thinking about dirk….ouch
MEAT 15
Roooooooooose
ROSE ):
Fuck jade too
This is going pretty much as well as could be expected
Just two bros…fighting lord English…everyone dying around them…
DAVEPETA
…v…vore
Great minds
Dave ): ): ):
There was no way that wasn’t going to happen but I am. Extremely upset.
The black hole—the gaping, implacable, cosmic embodiment of the dead cherub, his long-departed sister—finally welcomes Lord English home.
Yo I’m
It’s bananas that this webcomic still manages to have a monopoly over my emotions after all these years
MEAT 16
Oh fuck
Loving the aspect talk though
Rose’s eyes have grown distant, almost mirrorlike. Dirk can see himself reflected in her vacant stare.
Oh jesus oh Christ
Oh no
FUCK OFFFF
MEAT 17
All I’m thinking about is the narration about jake watching dirk’s rippling muscles
Dirk: I heard that Dirk has an 8-pack
MEAT 18
It’s been 3 hours and I’m only on meat 18
I need a fucking drink
MEAT 19
Jade’s got this disarming combo of head-in-the-clouds flightiness and the kind of legit, down-to-earth cred that can only be earned by having done something like cutting open your own grandfather and stuffing him full of polyurethane foam.
Why is homestuck so funny
I LOVE YOU ROXY LALONDE
Fucking same
MEAT 20
What is Happening
Will these motherfuckers Please Stop trying to remove the objects that are impaled in their chest
CALLIOPE????
I am actually astounded by the amount of things I retained from homestuck even though I haven’t quite understood what’s going on for like 6 years
MEAT 21
I missed her so much
I hate this stupid fucking webcomic
Please god kick his ass kanaya
MEAT 22
Fucking owned
MEAT 23
Kanaya PLEASE kick this fools ass
MEAT 24
TEREZI
I’M GOING TO GO APE SHIT
SHE LITERALLY HASN’T SAID ANYTHING YET AND I’M LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND
I’M GOING TO VOMIT
MEAT 25
…hmmmm
I’m actually almost tempted to do this?
Like I know it would make way more sense to finish reading meat first…BUT…
I’m gonna do it lmao
CANDY 1
At each fork in the veins, he supposes the leaf as a whole is making a certain kind of “decision,” to go this way or that. It certainly seems like one way of looking at a leaf, now that he bothers to really scrutinize one. It also seems to him, with just as great a sense of clarity, that not one of this leaf’s decisions ever mattered even the tiniest fucking bit to anybody.
Alright! Great start!
Hm! I don’t like this at all!!!!
Fuck gamzee lives
CANDY 2
Sensing that this is probably something he shouldn’t be seeing, he tiptoes towards Gamzee’s would-be sarcophagus as carefully and quietly as he can, and places his hands just above the thick aluminum hull. The moment John’s palms hit the fridge, Dirk turns to look at him. His head only moves an inch.
………what the fuck
OKAY SO…JOHN’S JUST GONNA…DROP GAMZEE ON EARTH C…THIS IS FINE
Oh what the FUCK is going on
I forgot how fucking headache-inducing gamzee’s quirk is
Literally this is almost impossible for me to read for some reason
She pats him on the back, nods very slowly, issues an “mm-hm” now and then. Only while he is distracted by his own sobs does she steal a glance at her phone, tipping the fact that she too wouldn’t mind if this redemptive soliloquy could hurry itself along.
I pretty much sound like a broken record at this point but. What the actual fuck.
Gamzee stans be like
John: *sends a picture of gamzee to terezi*
Me: Gamzee Is Not Allowed to Exist In The Same Narrative Space As Terezi
“HE”….
I just realized that the narrative isn’t in second person any more
I mean…I’m assuming we’re outside of ‘canon’. Like this isn’t the ‘essential’ timeline anymore, so things are…fucking wacky, to say the least
But even in the other timelines, shit isn’t this wack
And john seems to be aware of what’s going on
So like. What’s happening.
CANDY 3
At least dirk’s bitch ass is also sweating over all this
CANDY 4
Rose opens her eyes. She stares at the knob of her wrist and frowns. She’s not sure why this sensation should be concerning. It’s not like her memory is slipping away. She remembers the conversation she had with John this morning quite clearly. As she does the previous years of declining health, and troubled, obsessive thoughts about canon, dissipation, and other such abstractions. What’s slipping away instead is the feeling that any of it mattered at all.
I have. Very mixed feelings.
Like OBVIOUSLY I don’t want rose to continue to suffer existential dread but this feels like post-retcon all over again. Which is to say, everything feels off.
But. Post-retcon was, like, canon. And post-retcon (post-game over, really) is where I kinda stopped caring about homestuck as much as I had before
And perhaps that’s just me not “getting it” but. Oh well.
Fucking OUCH dawg
Rose and kanaya…damn son…….
They were my first f/f ship ever. Can you believe that? Can you believe homestuck?
CANDY 5
She retrieves one of her bras from where it’s hanging over the back of the couch. She starts changing it right there, doing that mystical sleight of hand girls seem to be born with the knowledge of, where the bra goes off and then on again without the shirt being removed.
Very unrelatable
Now THIS is relatable
Jade CHILL
I’ve always liked the idea of jadedavekat but this shit is not fun
Karkat fucking bit her afdhlfasdkfh what the fuck
Picsthatmakeyougohmm
CANDY 6
Yall are gonna think I’m evil for saying this but how on earth are there people out there who like Jake English
Okay I took a break to eat something after 5 straight hours of reading
I bet there’s people out there who have read this shit 3 times over but I take so GODDAMN LONG to read anything
And to think. I’m an English major.
Anyway back to it I fucking guess
That’s depression, babe!
I’m heterophobic now
Do I REALLY have to read another Jake-Jane makeout sesh. Do I really.
It turns out that I don’t. thank god.
But that was all still incredibly uncomfortable
CANDY 7
In the time that I was eating I managed to forget that gamzee existed. And now I am reminded. How unfortunate.
I do not often find myself agreeing with John and only John but. Here we are.
Also I am Not Down For johnroxy. Especially with how wack everything is.
Roxy DO NOT leave john alone with this literal clown
Oh fucking Christ
HELLO?? IS THIS ALLOWED???
CANDY 8
The,, hornographer,,,
There’s a third member of their social group who definitely hasn’t arrived at the conclusion that his power and influence should be meted out responsibly either. Neither of them speak his name, however. For some reason, it feels like a shadow passing over the sun. A brief spike of pain flickers through Rose’s head, a bolt that strikes between her eyes and splinters out. There is color and light behind it. A vision that tears through the material reality in front of her and gives her a brief glimpse into a parallel reality where things are very different.
Hm! Not great!
Yes, it would be very awkward
Also, don’t even fuckin g MENTION vriska unless I get to see her
Don’t think I haven’t noticed that this epilogue has been hellishly vriskaless
Like youre gonna make me see GAMZEE MAKARA?? GAMZEE??? WHERE’S VRISKA??
CANDY 9
Jade. Jade. Jade. Fucking CHILL, jade.
CANDY 10
Get you a girl who lesbian marries one of the two remaining eligible human females
Eyes emoji
He whips his head around to see... Dave? He’s running down the street, looking back and forth like a hunted man.
Dave: *is flirted with*
Dave: *books it to an entirely different time zone*
I Love You Dave Strider
Why on EARTH are you going to john Egbert for relationship advice, though
CANDY 11
Daaaaaaave ):
CANDY 12
This is the fucking worst
I hate this so much
CANDY 13
It’s obviously a robot, but it’s a complete mess. The form is feminine, but the head is still bald, and the face has no cover, revealing its skull-like interior. The body doesn’t have any proper protective plating yet, so it’s all a mess of wires and loose mechanical bits. Clearly a work in progress. But Dave can’t help but wonder what exactly it is that Dirk’s been working on here?
Then Dave notices the note. It’s carefully folded in the limp palm of the robot’s hand. His heart jumps into his throat, and something in his stomach drops.
Oh, no.
what the fuck is this fucking robot
Also did dirk fucking kill himself
CANDY 14
We’re back in the 2nd person now for dirk’s shit
What could you accomplish in a dead-end existence like this? There are no stakes. No meaningful challenges. No structures or themes—only residual chemical reactions in a dying brain, a physical system’s obligate compulsion to exhaust its own lingering momentum.
Literally me every time I realize that life isn’t a story and I’m not a character with a heroic arc
And like I get that homestuck has been thematically interested in...well…life not being a story. And I have a feeling that these epilogues are going to cement that, with all the talk of meta/canon. And I can already tell that I’m going to be disappointed with the lack of narrative resolution
Because like…life’s not a story, okay……………but homestuck is
Anyway this fucker is really about to kill himself isn’t he
Yep…jesus.
CANDY 15
Wow this feels INCREDIBLY shitty considering. That’s exactly what happened.
I am not Feeling Great my dudes
Dave’s got his suit jacket unbuttoned and pulled over Karkat’s head to shield him from the rain. Karkat’s the one talking—his caterpillar eyebrows furrowed, but his gaze soft. Whatever he’s saying makes Dave turn his face away, but Karkat winds a hand in his shirt and tugs him in, forces him to make eye contact. They both go still, seeming to finally realize how close their faces have gotten, how Karkat’s fingers are brushing down the length of Dave’s torso. Dave dips down so that their noses are bumping.
I will NOT be distracted by this cute shit
(I am distracted by this cute shit)
Thinking about how roxy said they don’t want to have kids in meat and I’m! Not feeling great about this!
Also I hate that I have to call it ‘meat’
(also the narrator refers to roxy as ‘she’ in candy and so like. Idk which one I’m supposed to use)
CANDY 16
6 month time jump. Very relieved that I don’t have to see the johnroxy wedding
Fucking. Skullface emoji.
Asdasfasljk John don’t dump on your sister like that
Straight fucking savage though I’ll give you that
John and terezi are talking about vriska I’m going to fucking vomit
This is all I’m going to get, huh? Huh????
I’m so starved
Vrisrezi is literally the most compelling part of homestuck and it’s like. So not going to be relevant at all in the epilogue, is it
CANDY 17
Did rose and kanaya literally name their kid ‘vriska’
Like they did not have to do that
John is the only one who hasn’t lost his goddamn mind
Also the idea of someone just changing their kids name a year after they were born is. Hilarious. It’s extra hilarious when you remember that the kids didn’t get a name until they were 13.
John SNAPPED
“please come make sense at me”...This is……..A Lot
CANDY 18
Jane is still dedicated to eugenics which is like. Pretty fucking awful.
You know it’s bad when GAMZEE MAKARA argues with you about morality
Fucking GROSS
Also jake is sitting right next to them akbfdabkjknsfn
Welp! Homestuck’s over, everyone!!!! The furries won!
CANDY 19
I have been reading this goddamn webcomic for 8 goddamn hours
I’m pretty sure that I’m not even halfway through
HIS RELATIONSHIP IS A FLAMING WRECK OF AN INTERSTELLAR WARSHIP HURTLING TOWARDS THE PLANET AT TERMINAL VELOCITY WITH THE ENTIRE CREW BRUTALLY SLAUGHTERED UPON REENTRY, SHOVED STRAIGHT DOWN THE CHAGRIN TUNNEL AND THEN IMMEDIATELY SHAT OUT THE OTHER SIDE, THUS FLOODING THE ENTIRE FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD WHEN IT CLOGS UP THE LOAD GAPER.
This is what this epilogue has been missing…karkat-isms
Yo WHAT
I probably definitely should’ve read meat all the way through but. Oh well!
I never thought that I would be glad to see a dead teenage jade fall out of the fucking sky but at least its providing a brief reprieve to feeling of absolute dread I’ve had while reading the entire candy section
Also strange that dead teenage space jade is the one thing that DOESN’T fill me with absolute dread
CANDY 20
Karkat SNAPPED
CANDY 21
I somehow managed to forget that calliope exists
Funeral TWO
As fucking rough as dirk’s suicide was, I absolutely cannot imagine him in any of these situations
Like the only narrative choices were to kill him or to lock him away in his lab w/o a single mention of him and I gotta say the former makes more sense given his characterization
):
I am. Upset.
ARADIA
Aradia please save me from this nightmare
Asdfghjlkjhgf
I changed my mind I love candy
Never mind jane’s talking about eugenics again
I’m laughing???? What the fuck is happening?????
Okay alt calliope is using dead teen space jade’s body as a vessel
Should’ve put two and two together since I got close to that part in meat but I have been reading for like 9 hours and things are starting to blur together
*heavy metal music plays*
CANDY 22
3 year time jump! Alright!
Fucking same, john
Okay so the dead trolls that got consumed by the black hole are showing up on earth c, or something?
WAIT DOES THAT MEAN LORD ENGLISH IS GONNA GET PLOPPED INTO THIS TIMELINE
idk if I’m misunderstanding but……..i am……nervous
Those are my 20-something-year-old children
Cant believe karkat rose and kanaya are in antifa :’)
Actually I can absolutely believe that
I hate this
I was 100% unprepared to see Eridan fucking Ampora in the year of our lord 2019. I’m calling the fucking police
This is the worst
Oh I Do Not Like This
CANDY 23
John was serious about the whole kidnapping thing huh
Christ almighty
SILENCE, CLOWN.
Jokes aside the child abuse is like. Very vey upsetting.
But why has this human child adopted the ‘uh,,’s of Tavros’ quirk
I think I’ve said this before but homestuck is very good, actually
Hm this shit with kid tavros is making me sick to my stomach
Also I’m approaching hour 10 and I may have to take a break for sleep soon.
But. I defo have shit to do this weekend that doesn’t involve reading homestuck
We’ll see how much longer I can stay awake, I guess
Dave said this about dirk (jake also said this about dirk, in meat) and I’m. not psyched about it.
I suppose it’s possible that gamzee retained it from dirks funeral, but still
John has his breath powers back?? Passively, at least?
And where the fuck did alt calliope go
And aradia and sollux
Unfortunately I still think it is kidnapping
Especially because you’re like, 5
):
It’s probably, like, a bad thing that I was rooting for john’s kidnapping plan to work. But.
CANDY 24
Okay theres alt calliope aradia and sollux
I am. Compromised.
Oh fuck
It’s actually kind of insane that dirk and jane are like. Straight villains. I kinda would’ve guessed w/ jane (relation to the condesce and all that) but dirk being a villain shocked the fuck out of me. it really shouldn’t have, though, considering that dirk was capable of becoming bro.
): ): ): ):
I’m actually tearing up LMAO
I can’t tell if it’s because of how much I love terezi or if it’s because I’ve been reading this for 10 hours straight
Probably both
CANDY 25
Karkat I love you
Also this is buried deep enough in this post so I think it’s safe to say w/o anyone actually reading it: when I was 14 and reading homestuck for the first time I had a crush on karkat and used to daydream about us going on a date at the county fair
I’m sorry to anyone that had to read that with their own eyeballs
Hard labor in the cake mills
Bucket jokes are dead, folks. You heard it here first.
Oh Christ I just remembered that group of cosplayers who took a bucket into a restaurant and passed it around and spit in it. Scandal of the fucking decade.
Asdfghjk KANAYA
This is only going to make things more complicated, I imagine
KARKAT: I’M ALSO FUCKING ORDERING YOU TO STOP MAKING GARBAGE FISH PUNS FOREVER.
LMAO
Okay…on that slightly…lighter note, I think it’s time to turn in for the night. I’m at the 11th hour (literally) and I’m losing my ability to pay attention to what the fuck is going on
Plus my head hurts like a motherfucker
If I remember correctly, each epilogue has 45 parts, so I’m a bit more than halfway done
I’m setting an alarm because I’m dedicated to finishing this tomorrow
CANDY 26
Okay I got my hat on backwards and I’m ready to fucking party
Even Alternia had beauty in it. But John is sure that Earth C probably replicates it the same way it replicates everything else: thin and garish and fake, fake, fakity FAKE. A bad photocopy with the ink settings turned to high contrast. A sunrise that casts no shadows.
This is not a party
Also I’m getting flashbacks to my thesis that I wrote on the left hand of darkness which never shut the fuck up about shadows and the lack thereof
A streak of teal, smudged along the top ridge of the seat cushion, at the center of a red, bloody handprint. With wide eyes, John reaches out and runs his thumb over it. It chips under his nail, the same consistency as human blood. The same color as Terezi’s text.
He rubs the flaky crust between his fingers. He only stopped talking to her a few hours ago. Time passes differently out there, as he’s often reminded. She was so sure she was dying. Was this it? Was this how she —
John reels back, nausea striking him in the pit of his stomach. What kind of twisted coincidence is this? Why is he finding this now? If Terezi was here, why? Who was she bleeding with in the back of his father’s car?
I’m guessing john was bleeding with terezi in the back of his father’s car?
I mean when I left off with meat terezi had just shown up to find john impaled in the chest with one of LE’s teeth
But I’m like. SUPER not psyched to learn what happened to terezi
A choked sob forces its way out of his chest. His fingers flex into claws, gathering up dirt into his shaking fists. He bears down until his knuckles turn white and his fingernails press sharply into the flesh of his palms. The pain makes him feel real.
All he’s ever wanted is to be fucking real.
Maybe it’s because this is the first thing I’m reading this morning but I absolutely cannot take this seriously
CANDY 27
Ten year time skip. Jesus.
So everyones in their late 30s, now
I’m love them?
Also things are super not great on earth c, huh
Like imagine being jane crocker & playing a game where all your friends die a bunch & then showing up to an idyllic planet and being like ‘you know what this world needs more of? Fascism and eugenics.’
Also didn’t jane’s dad make it onto earth c??? where is THAT motherfucker??
I’m glad that sollux and aradia are still like. Chillin.
Karkat sure does know how to sweet-talk people
Also karkat still misses dave ):
And dave still misses karkat ):
This is so fucking rough
CANDY 28
VRISKA???
Yeah this is the vriska that got punted by LE after releasing the juju
She is taking things as well as I would imagine vriska to take things
CANDY 29
These chapters are getting shorter. Maybe I’ll actually finish this today
…lord English?
CANDY 30
Okay, so jane’s dad was on earth c, and now he’s dead
Jesus Christ
I shouldn’t be laughing but adjsgklfgfs
Leave it to karkat to try to assassinate someone with a fucking rocket launcher
Also leave it to dad to jump in front of a FUCKING ROCKET LAUNCHER
I cant believe gamzee fucking Makara is still here. I was hoping that had all been a nightmare
Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!
Asdfghjkjhgfdsdfghjkjhgfdsdfghjkljhgfrvghkhgf
I-
I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming
BEGONE, CLOWN
CANDY 31
I missed their interactions
John is so fucking funny sometimes
I’m laughimg so fucking hard
Also I’m going to keep calling her vriska and calling rose and kanaya’s child ‘kid vriska.’ Otherwise I will get incredibly confused between this vriska and actual (vriska)
Vriska I love you
Also I like how john straight up hates kid vriska
God she’s so intolerable. I love her.
Also vriska and dirk are so similar but I love vriska and can’t stand dirk
am I a misandrist
(I know it’s probably their differences; vriska is dedicated to being a hero and not a author/villain(?) and still, like, values people, even if it is in her own fucked up way. Also she’s like a billion times more critical of herself than dirk is)
oh god theyre talking about terezi
yeah that didn’t go anywhere I wanted it to
CANDY 32
fukcing. Gamzee.
Please god vriska beat this clowns ass
“brutal Double Axe Handle” “European-style Uppercut” “knife chop” “Discus Back Elbow”
Am I supposed to know what any of this means
I like how john is just watching this happen
Gamzee grabs (Vriska)’s foot by the bridge. Instead of yanking her off-balance, he opens his huge, bloody maw of a mouth and... runs his tongue along the rubber bottom of her shoe? (Vriska) freezes. She watches him lap the mud—and his own blood—out from between the grooves of the sole. His lips drag lewdly over the ridge of her footwear and begin sucking at where her big toe would be, if it were not safely ensconced in several layers of rubber and canvas.
Fucking GROSS
I hate this clown so goddamn much
This is the absolute Worst Outcome
Like I cannot imagine a more upsetting scenario than gamzee and vriska making out in canon
Dirk’s suicide would be a fucking palate cleanser at this point
That was a bad joke to make but that’s what homestuck does to you I fucking guess
CANDY 33
*I* don’t even remember the three pillars of canon
And I read that shit literally yesterday
I, unfortunately, have no idea what this means
Well. At least rose is happy. For the first time in the entirety of homestuck.
CANDY 34
“immoderately lit”
I’m going to say that all the time now. Thanks.
Vriska’s huge, mischievous smile freezes on her face. When her eyes pass the image to her brain, and it finally makes sense of this incomprehensible jumble of gray limbs, blue and purple slop, tangled black hair, and stunned faces, her expression begins to slowly melt. It then drifts quickly, from phase to phase, to one of wonder, then anguish, and finally, abject horror.
This is so fucking unfortunate
CANDY 35
At least all the vriskas are on the same page about this being the nightmare scenario. At least theres that.
Gamzee calling vriska “problematic.” I’m laughing really hard but I’m also like. Enraged.
And then, she lets go. His face is frozen in a repellent mask exhibiting the perfectly undetectable difference between terror and ecstasy. He’s dead.
I hope to GOD this is true but I’ve been tricked before
I don’t know if I will ever be truly free of gamzee fucking Makara
CANDY 36
Jake and his kid showed up to johns house and jake is wearing nothing but underwear
At this point this is one of the least strange things to happen
All the same, John finds it hard to feel much sympathy. Who is Jake? The one standing in front of him now, anyway. Has he always been this contemptibly pathetic, or is this too a function of the absurdity of this contorted reality? It’s hard to be sure. Are Jake’s “struggles” worth any more of John’s guilt and emotional energy than a Sim stuck in a pool without a ladder?
Jesus Christ. John did not come to play today. Fuck.
Also I feel incredibly bad for jake. I’ve never liked him but I’m not, like, a monster.
Or maybe he is doing exactly what Jake has always done. In a certain light, isn’t ascribing all this mess to some unconscious influence he might have had over the metaphysical shape of reality just a way to brush off his simpler failures as a man and a father?
God why is homestuck kicking my ass so bad
John constantly misses his dad and all I can think about is how often his dad told him that he was proud of him. And now john thinks he’s failed as a father.
John and jake are. Dancing.
I absolutely have not forgotten that jake is still in his underwear
CANDY 37
I’m living for this conversation between vriska and kid-vriska
Man I bet dirk hates john’s guts LOL
Like I imagine john’s retcon powers infuriate him
Though I bet dirk wouldn’t want the retcon powers for himself. It might take away the “challenge” of it. Idk.
Jesus Christ
How the turntables….
I Am Going To Vomit
Vrisrezi is so fucking legendary. No one can ever change my mind.
I also I just ate a ham and cheese sandwich and it was really fucking gross. Legit cant tell if I’m nauseous about that or vrisrezi
[CHANTING] VRISKA AND TEREZI ARE IN LOVE! VRISKA AND TEREZI ARE IN LOVE! VRISKA AND TEREZI ARE IN LOVE!
I’M SHAKING I FEEL SO VINDICATED RN
I forgive all the other dumb shit in this epilogue
Seriously. Transcends quadrants. I have been saying this for half a fucking decade. Vriska and terezi are in gay love. Eat shit, haters.
Asdfghjkl
I hate this stupid webcomic
I have nothing intelligent left to say anymore (as if I ever had anything intelligent to say) but. Homestuck good.
I am going to Lose My Shit
CANDY 38
Thank Fucking God
Also ever since dead teen space jade fell out of the sky, all of the characters have felt a lot more real
I’m not sure if that’s in the narrative or that’s just me getting over my disgruntlement at the incredibly batshit things happening in candy
Hatchi fucking matchi
Also getting some real dirk-fading-into-the-ether vibes from john here
Roxy is fucking laying into john damn
But it’s not like they arent making completely valid points
………..hmm……..
God I’m so depressed
I’ve spent 80% of my life worried that I’m doing the Important and Right thing
And in the last 4-5 years I’ve been confronted with my cosmic insignificance and I have not been able to get over it
Like I get it’s kind of asshole-ish. Narcissistic. Selfish. To think of your life and the people in it as something….sidelined. and to be all mopey over that.
I WANT to be all “who cares” about it because thinking that your life has any Grand Significance In The Scope Of The Infinite Universe is 100% impractical and frankly batshit
This is all to say that I have problems and homestuck if calling me tf out
CANDY 39
dave is in the FUCKING WHITE HOUSE
I swear to god if Obama shows up I will shit my fucking pants
He steps closer to investigate, wiping away at the layers of moss and dirt to reveal a surface he most certainly does recognize. It’s a transportalizer.
I am shaking in anticipation
It’s a mounted god tier costume, about the size an adult male would wear. He recognizes the symbol. It’s the same one Jake used to wear when they were teens. It is the symbol for Hope.
Obama played fucking sburb didn’t he
Why is homestuck so fucking funny
OBAMA LMAOOOOOOOOO
This is the most homestuck thing to ever happen in homestuck
Hologram throwing all this inspiring bullshit at dave and dave just repeatedly asking how Obama died
He tells himself there’s nothing wrong with crying. Of course there isn’t. Just... not in front of Obama. He’s GOT to keep it together.
I’m just gonna. Put this here.
Obama ships davekat
Daaaaaave ): ): ):
Yes I’m 21 years old yes I’m tearing up at a conversation between a fictionalized barrack obama and a fictional man who wears sunglasses from a ben stiller movie all the time
Hate this fucking comic LOL
“wake up”. What. What is happening.
The sliding panel reveals a recess, and in the recess stands a robot. It’s a gleaming, polished silver replica of Dave, but without shades. It stands totally still, unpowered. Dave struggles to make sense of what he’s looking at.
Is THIS the robot that dirk was building??
Wait Obama said he built it
What the actual fuck
Fucking. WHAT. DAVBOT?
This is so fucking weird
CANDY 40
Asdfghjkl
I love you aradia
Wow that conversation was…………..something
So calliope is fighting dirk for control of the narrative?
and dirk is like, an irresponsible author
especially interesting convo in light of dirk’s status as andrew’s self-insert
also I knew LE was gonna show up
CANDY POSTSCRIPT
rose…..bot……………..
I’ve got a bad feeling about this scoob
Also not feeling great about fucking davebot
That’s it for candy……………………..
Hopefully meat is more conclusive that
I’ve been reading for 15 total hours now
Might as well keep going
MEAT 25
Didn’t think I’d actually do it, huh?? Snide bastard
Also rose is going to straight die real soon isn’t she
And then become rosebot
Oh fuck right off
MEAT 26
Get wrecked you punk-ass bitch
MEAT 27
Okay so alt calliope is taking over jades body in this reality. Cool cool.
Also. Interesting that calliope said the way events are telegraphed, not what events are telegraphed. Goes back to importance of the speaker convo from candy
Dirk’s text is getting smaller asfgshfjk
Also good to know that calliope is completely Freaked The Fuck Out in this reality too, re: alt calliope occupying jade’s body
……….man
Also I’ve said this before but. Dirk and vriska. Are so alike.
MEAT 28
Terezi dear god I fucking missed you
It probably hasn’t been that long but it feels like forever
Yeah I suppose terezi’s been talking w/ the john that’s aged into his 30s
Also I was thinking about this lastnight & I forgot that time works different here in ye olde paradox space and I was kinda super weirded out thinking about a 30 y/o john flirting with terezi. I actually had a nightmare about it lmao. But this morning I remembered that terezis probably been at this forever.
I think the fact that john is even worried about this at all means he’s in pretty good shape
John: *thinks a girl is cute*
John: oh shit am I being a creep
Okay, terezi says she feels like she’s been out there for a hundred sweeps. That defo makes me feel better about her and john flirting
Okay, so I was right. John was the one bleeding in the car
Terezi’s not bleeding though so I am. Nervous to find out how that happens.
OF COURSE terezi is still looking for vriska, you fucking goon. Theyre in love.
Though I gotta say I wasn’t that down with johnrezi before the epilogue but. I have to say. It’s actually very cute.
Terezi just. Ate shaving cream.
MEAT 29
Oh, hi, jane
I kinda forgot how far along she is in her development as a full-blown fascist in this timeline
Dirk: *speaks*
Me: bitch
Jesus Christ
Waiting for dirk to call jane problematic
Calliope SNAPPED
MEAT 30
Why is karkat hiking around in a fucking suit
I love karkat
I love dave
Dave starting to explain super pacs to jake
And using sbahj for campaign ads asgdhadkjl
Why is he like this (I say, fondly)
Dirk is really out here being Like That
I’m
I have no words
Also I promise that this is unrelated but jake has inexplicably grown on me a little (not a lot)
MEAT 31
Now terezi is eating tobacco
She’s disgusting. I love her.
Terezi ):
John: *talks about how great terezi is*
Me: *nods solemnly*
I Am In Pain
GOD I love Terezi
Terezi: hold on. Lemme just do an impromptu surgery real quick.
Terezi: *is, very unsurprisingly, turned on by doing an impromptu surgery*
Oh ok this is happening
Good thing I found the time to get down w/ johnrezi I fucking guess
Not completely sure how I feel about this
MEAT 32
Is dirk about to fucking assassinate jake
He wouldn’t do that right
Dirk said transphobe rights??
God I hate this motherfucker
Dave: come…’out.’ What is this you speak of.
Roxy, dave, and alt calliope: Let’s talk about gender
Okay, so. Assassinating jake is something that dirk WOULD do
Calliope struggling to keep dirk back w/ the power of their narration is very fun to read though
Dirk: *slices the bell in half*
Me: that would’ve…made good content for a flash
Not to sound ungrateful but not one panel? Not one flash animation? Instead I have to read all these WORDS?
Of course if this were in a flash animation I probably wouldn’t understand fuckall of what is going on
On the other hand, it wouldn’t be taking me a billion years to get through this
God can roxy please get a pair of sunglasses to match dave. Please.
Hour? 17.5? Maybe?
Anyway I am being forced to take a break so I can participate in easter festivities (by which I mean eating dinner with 2 whole people)
Okay I’m back
I defo should be able to finish this tonight
Okay I guess killing Jake is NOT something that Dirk would do
At least. Not right now. And probably not permanently
dude…
you got to FLIP it
TURN-WAYS
Time to be back on dirk’s bullshit I guess
Meat 33
In the two hours that I was gone I managed to forget that john and terezi boned
Dirk saying things like “incel” and “cuck” make me want to Kill
Meat 34
Wow it so incredibly awful to read Dirk’s narration
I hate this stupid motherfucker so fucking much
Meat 35
*sees more orange text* oh jesus Christ
God why is he being so fucking cruel
Also if john dies then like. WHAT is the point.
Aw man I’m fucking crying
Man what the fuck
This shit fucking sucks
I gotta take a break
Meat 36
Now that I’ve taken like a 5 minute break to stop fucking crying it’s time to get back on the pain train I guess
Since I actually let Tears Fall there’s an increased chance that I’ll cry again
So I cannot be held accountable if I do that
Why the fuck does this clown keep misgendering roxy
Terezi: *pulls johns corpse out of a wallet to smell it* nothing weird about this
Also how tf is terezi gonna show back up shortly after john goes missing and no ones gonna suspect anything
Is it vriska. It’s vriska isn’t it.
Why do I feel like I’m either never going to get to see this conversation or I AM going to get to see it and its going to cause me immense personal distress
TEREZI SAID TRANS RIGHTS
Also terezi can hear dirk???????????
And are roxy’s pronouns him or them
Like did terezi just assume based on roxy’s appearance or did she talk to kanaya about it
Also I hate dirk’s stupid fucking guts
It does NOT help that I didn’t like him before the epilogue
God he sucks shit
Say it with me, now: we love terezi pyrope
Terezi DO NOT trust this clown ass motherfucker
Meat 37
Dirk is actually the worst dad. Don’t sweat it, john.
ROSE: Are you sure Kanaya is going to be ok with this?
No, rose. She absolutely will not be ok with this. What the fuck.
This shit sucks so goddamn much
I am going to be so depressed after finishing this arent I
Goddammit I’m crying again. I fucking knew I would.
Meat 38
Unfortunately I agree with dirk
FUCK
Davekat is so GOOD what the hell
Also
Karkat ):
Dirk will you fucking fuck off
I’m seriously okay with dave and karkat hopelessly pining forever if it means dirk doesn’t literally FORCE them to kiss. Like, what the fuck.
I take a deep breath and get myself under control. My light psychological intrusions may have only made things worse. Invested as I am in the outcome of this encounter, I know forcing their hand would be a mistake.
That’s the smartest thing you ever said you stupid fuck
Thank Fucking God
Meat 39
I’m nearing the end of this whole things and dirk still has narrative control. Not psyched about that.
He’s gently stroking the side of my arm now, making no effort to disguise his interest in the contours of my muscles. I use that arm to put a hand on his shoulder in an affable way, so that he’s forced to stop.
Dirk: I heard that Dirk has an 8-pack
Wait I already think I made that joke
He takes in every drop of light reflecting from my beautiful face. The sculpted cheekbones, the warrior’s eyebrows, the deadly serious yet exquisitely kissable mouth. This is the face he lives for now. A visage that, in mere minutes, will vanish from his life forever. The tears drop. His voice cracks.
Fuck OFF dude. I hate you so goddamn much.
I miss gamzee. GAMZEE. Can you believe that shit?????????
Also it’s so incredibly shitty that jane won the election against karkat
like there’s no way there’s gonna be any kind of resistance now for like, plenty of reasons, one being that it wouldn’t even start in the first place. Now jane’s gonna slide to Literal Genocide but with no opposition this time
god this is wack
Meat 40
I am so tired of seeing this fools orange text
Please god
Also I hate that homestuck has me counting exclamation marks to make sure theres not a significant number of them (8. 8 is the significant number)
Thinking about dave’s speech at dirk’s funeral and Not Feeling Great
Does dirk actually think dave is going to be the one to kill him or is that just his weird decapitation fetish talking
Meat 41
Kanaya I love you and this is not your fault but jesus Christ
Kanaya: I Have Been Bamboozled
Oh shes fucking mad
KANAYA: ***I SWEAR THAT I SHALL MAKE HIM PAY DEARLY FOR STEALING MY BELOVED WIFE!***
I know that I’ll never see it happen but I hope kanaya beats dirks ass into the goddamn ground
Remember when chainsawed eridan in half and put on bloodied lipstick afterward? That’s the shit I’m talking about
Welp. Bye, jade.
Fucking. My sentiments exactly.
Alright alt calliope is using ‘he’ pronouns w/ Roxy so I’m assuming that’s right, considering alt calliope has access to Roxy’s thoughts and shit
fuck you you punk-ass bitch
Meat 43
I have never in my life been more relieved to see red text instead of orange
Things are still pretty fucking awful, though. I haven’t forgotten that.
sdfghjkl
see things are 100% Very Bad rn but this isn’t like completely impossible to read? Like I enjoyed parts of the epilogue, didn’t enjoy other parts. But the a lot of the parts I didn’t enjoy just were so painful to read. It was damn near impossible sometimes. And like, I get what you’re trying to do, but imo tough subjects don’t necessarily need to be written in a way that makes me so viscerally upset lol
anyway what I’m saying is that I’m not viscerally upset right now. Considering I’m nearing the end, this is a good thing.
karkat is talking about how dumb the concept of incest is and is being a jerk about how roxy’s dressed. I am upset again.
Thank god dave is here to save the fucking day
I just sneezed and heard crackling in my ears. I’ve been hearing shit like that for a solid two months now. Is there fluid in my ears? Do I have an ear infection? How long do ear infections last?
I’m love them
They still don’t know john is dead ): ): ):
Thank fucking god
At least there’s the possibility that they’ll see john again and that calliope is going to provide some fucking guidance
Also arent epilogues supposed to RESOLVE SHIT and not like. Leave me hanging like this. I can tell it’s to leave me hanging and listen. Listen. I just want to be free.
I’m going to be 40 goddamn years old and homestuck: the sequel is going to come out and the characters are going to be 42 and dealing with the exact issues that I’m dealing with as a 40 year old and it’ll launch me into an at-least-a-month-long spiral of fruitless self-reflection while I cry about it
Oh god fucking dammit
What was his sacrifice, even? Having sex with terezi?
Sorry. I’m just bitter.
In any case, in addition to like, weakening LE enough for alt calliope to presumably kill him, I do think it has something to do with terezi. I don’t think her role in things is quite over yet.
Meat Postscript
Okay so we’re back to candy?
Or, at least, where candy left off
Did. Alt calliope eat LE. Is that what happens when cherubs defeat one another. Did I manage to forget this cannibalistic detail.
Did dirk influence Obama to make davebot so davebot could join forces with alt-calliope to go against dirk, or was that Obama intentionally going up against dirk
Did I really type that sentence with my own fingers
The hole leaves behind an absence in the sky so calm that continuing to call it a sky wouldn’t seem to do it justice. It’s a perfectly neutral expanse into which anything one can imagine might be summoned. And for a while, anything was. But not anymore. Where the hole gaped just moments ago, there now exists an imaginary line.
Above this line resides all that matters. Below exists all else. Never again the twain shall meet.
These are a dope couple of paragraphs
Also I know that this probably goes against everything I just read but I hope this means I never have to read about an offshoot timeline again
Like I get that that was all Homestuck Brand Fuckery but I need like 300 months to recover
21 hours of reading later and I don’t really know what to
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Symphogear, EP. 5 (Cont.)
Tsubasa ruminates about her current situation in her Symphogear Brand Safety Capsule of Absolute Dunces.
“aight ive done seen the light lemme at that sweet, sweet taco bell”
Meanwhile, some old ass politicians rumble about Relics.
“im old.”
But they immediately get fucked up in a nasty car accident.
As it turns out, the Americans were waiting to intercept these old crones to steal The Goods.
And holy fuck are they are American. Personally, I feel the writers of Symphogear watched Die Hard and immediately went “these people are fucking animals”. That’s just me, though.
“ooh ouch oh mmm ouchie ouch oooo ouch”
They tear into these people with an almost machine like efficiency.
These people don’t fuck around. There’s a strange surreality around it given that this is honestly pretty accurate to how brutal special operatives can be, but the Japanese accent they have in their English voices is... a bit jarring.
“IM BACK FROM THE MALL, YA’LL”
“oh god she’s back”
“ah, ryoko. as per your lingo, quote, ‘i like your new gucci boots... bitch’ was that good? im not fond at cursing at women unless its a mutual training session”
Genjuro alerts that the Minister of Defense for Japan has just been assassinated.
“shits bad”
Conveniently... Ryoko’s phone was broken. In her defense, it’s 2012. Battery life didn’t have the bragging rights it had now for phone.
“i personally use a razer flip phone. those will never go out of style!”
Ryoko manages to show them the box the Americans were trying to get. Suspiciously...
There’s a bloodstain on it.
So the main struggle right now is that the Bad Guys(tm) want to get their hands on Durandal, which is a completed relic that is hidden away miles underneath the school in the 2nd Division Labs.
This musty, old, shitty sword has immense power. Almost Godlike.
“hey why dont we just use the sword to beat up the bad guys”
The sword was handed from the EU to Japan for Japan to safekeep, and in exchange to forgive some of the loans the EU owed Japan should the EU economy collapse.
How topical.
“i read a lot of beserk and honestly im pretty sure someone beats up the bad guys with that dumb sword”
“listen nerd, we’re not doing that dumb weeb anime shit. we’re taking this sword to a vault to the bottom of parliament.”
“thats right. who needs anime when you’ve got nicholas cage.”
And so, they plotted to deliver this dumb sword tomorrow.
Ryoko logs into Runescape.
Fun fact: Fulcanelli is a reference to this dude, who was a French alchemist whose identity nobody really knows. Alchemy is a concept that will come up during GX that has no relevance whatsoever during these first 2 seasons except in some passerby jargon. This as just a cute thing I wanted to point out.
You know, that’s a pretty sexy sword upon closer examination.
“thats the dark souls of swords”
“ah! a fellow gamer! im glad that you too partake of the souls of darkening. would you like to play a two player match somtime, fellow Gamer?”
“I would genuinely rather eat shit for the rest of my life!”
The scene ends. Alright, where are n-
Oh God we’re back to this bullshit. Okay then.
Miku, reasonably, is upset that her wife is gone for several hours for increasingly sketchy reasons. Much like an estranged wife going to see her “tennis instructor” for “private tennis lessons” in the “safety of their house, which has a tennis court”, Miku is worried that Hibiki is a liar liar, pants on fire.
Nose the size of a wire.
Hibiki, feeling the fear of God, quickly bails this increasingly tense situation.
Miku is suffering, and so am I with this hamfisted writing.
“you didnt even try the cookies i made out of frustration for you. i designed them all after me with increasingly angrier faces”
“im too young for a divorce. fuck, those cookies smelled good”
Hibiki decides to not sweat it anymore, opening a magazine and WHOA WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS I DONT REMEMBER THIS WHEN DID HIBIKI GET HER HANDS ON THIS OH MY GOD
“HELL NO IM MARRIED THE DEVIL CANNOT TEMPT ME”
Hibiki closes it up to reveal the relevant part of this magazine.
This is subtle, but it’s basically a vehicle to explain how things are covered up for Symphogears. Ogawa walks in, talking about how this headline was his doing.
“i wasn’t joking when i said we were literally the NSA”
Hibiki is happy that Tsubasa has been freed from Metaphor Limbo, having escaped the Water Metaphor Dimension back into real life.
“she literally wont stop talking about taco bell and honestly its killing me inside”
“shit ill get her some”
Ogawa does some schpiel about teamwork and asks Hibiki for an idea on what to do with Tsubasas image even though he’s supposed to be the manager and it’s just general prattle.
Everyone gets briefed about the delivery. Ryoko’s soccer mom van sticks out like a sore thumb. Nobody on the Lydian campus asks why there are 5 cars outside the building with men in suits and fucking Hibiki standing there with them why are these children so fucking incurious.
“this feels like the world’s most important weed delivery, but im going to deliver the SHIT out of that weed”
“hibiki please its not weed”
“ALRIGHT FAM LETS DELIVER THE SHIT OUT OF THIS WEED”
Big thick black cars surround Ryoko’s tiny vehicle as they all drive in unison to the drop point.
No fucking around here. The weed must be delivered.
The weed? Secured as shit.
“its not fucking weed it’s a goddamned french sword okay god”
“ROAD’S LOOKIN’ A-OKAY FOR OUR WEEEED DRIIIIIIVE”
PSYCHE, NO IT AINT. ROAD’S CRACKING UP HARD. COMES APART, CAR FUCKING EXPLODES!
“oh my god we seriously arent fucking around here those guys are fucking dead”
“bruh you never delivered weed before? that shit happens all the time”
“anyway grab on to something ‘cause we’re gonna initial d this shit”
youtube
“i thought we were delivering WEED not SUSHI”
“WEED... SUSHI... IT’S ALL FUCKING METAPHORS, HIBIKI. AND WE’RE GONNA DELIVER EM!”
“now ORDER UP, MOTHERFUCKER”
Every car is destroyed.
Ryoko flips the car like nobody’s business.
“ryoko! the kansai drift was too strong!”
“your delivery’s late, pal. that’s gonna have to come out of your tip.”
“jokes on you! you already paid the tip beforehand online!”
“oh, we’re going with pizza jokes now? is that what we’re doing? yeah, sure, whatever”
Unfortunately, Chris ordered her pizza with meat, extra crispy.
“FUCK, i cant see anything. now i don’t know if they have the weed- i mean, the sushi- er, the pizza- god i hate all these JOKES”
RYOKO SUMMONS A FUCKING SHIELD OUTTA NOWHERE WHILE HIBIKI’S KNOCKED OUT COLD
“yo hol’ up a moment did this pervert manage to summon a shield”
“are- are you able to fight the noise? are you fucking kidding me? this entire time when literal children were fighting these battles, you literally could have fought back effectively? are we but mere playthings to you? is this really the bullshit im seeing?”
“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i can only make shields. piss shields, out of piss”
“that is absolute fucking bullshit”
“but i believe it.”
Hibiki has primed her fists and is about to show how much she’s improved combat wise, which is actually a lot.
Nevermind, she tripped again. Turns out, Symphogears fight in heels constantly, which is absolutely fucking horrifying. Hibiki realizes this, and then
FUCKING BREAKS THE HEELS LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS.
AND THEN SHE WRECKS SHOP WITHOUT BREAKING A GODDAMN SWEAT
“oh shit how the fuck did she improve this quickly”
The suitcase where the sword is stored opens up. That means it’s activating.
Immediate fear.
“alright bruce lee you mightve mastered a thousand kicks but you better change your gameplan because im about to realign that pretty little face of yours”
“thank god you kicked me. needed you to get closer so i could kick your ass, after all”
The fucking suitcase, I shit you not, pops open immediately with the sword flipping to the sky like a bad Gmod toy as it suddenly stays floating, perfectly still.
“ive officially lost track on what the hell is happening”
The sword just floats there, as a sword does.
“you know how many fried turkeys i can cut open with that bad boy? that shits mine now.”
Chris goes to get it.
“fuck you! im going to slice HONEYBAKED HAMS with that sword!”
Hibiki intercepts it and takes the sword.
Now Hibiki becomes a proud Stand owner, having acquired the power of The World and stopping time at will.
“oooooh holy shit”
Hibiki, now channeling the power of Durandal, feels the raw strength of a completed relic all through her body.
Real spicy stuff running through her veins.
The power unleashing itself into a raw stream of piss skyrocketing into the stratosphere.
“the pizza has been delivered... all according to plan...”
“...she was right. honeybaked ham was the superior meat to slice...”
Hibiki is channeling a power source so ancient, so powerful, that through using her as a conduit, the sword actually finishes itself into its full, completed form.
Holy shit, Hibiki.
Goddamn. That’s a really sexy sword, actually! Pretty nice...
...oh.
You’re not looking so hot, pal...
“why is it that every opponent of mine can literally asspull all this garbage and im stuck here looking like a bad kamen rider villian getting my ass kicked every time. its not fair.”
Ryoko looks extremely hyped for this event. Maybe a little too much so.
“MAN FUCK THIS NONSENSE IM PUTTING AN END TO THE SUPER SENTAI POWERUP”
“O-OH FUCK- uh, i didnt say that. totally swear. you uh, keep doing that. yeah. aha.”
“SLICED...”
“...HONEYBAKED...”
“oh god. oh god. im sorry. im sorry. im so sorry. oh fuck im so sorry. honeybaked ham is better. fuck turkeys. fuck drumlegs. fuck any sort of fried meat. honeybaked ham is better please im begging you dont vore me or slice me in half IM BEGGING YOU OH GOD”
“...HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!”
“ham..... mmmmm... honeybaked ham....”
“WHO YELLED ABOUT HAM? god, im hungry now.”
Hibiki wakes up from it all after passing out, expressing a power of magnitudes unheard of, as if it were all a bad dream.
“YEAH THATS RIGHT WE HAD TO DELIVER THE WEED PIZZA AND I WANTED HAM AND- THE SWORD, YEAH! THE SWORD!”
To her disappointment, amongst this wanton destruction, no ham was found. Ryoko clues her in that Hibiki just single handedly completed a relic, and though the entire place is a mess, the mission wasn’t a complete failure. They’ll just have to return the relic back to base, now the entire location is, conveniently, destroyed.
“yeah yeah. the weed made it. the sushi made it. the pizza made it. what didnt we deliver today?”
“...”
“singing really does make you hungry, huh?”
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Short fic written for @allhailnjadaka and @vanitykocaine. Erik belongs to you both in this fic 😛😁😗. If you haven't read Iqiniso, I hint at that here.
Chill!Erik, Polyamorous!Erik, Weed, Light Smut
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Laying horizontally across Henny's desk, Ryley blows a hazy ring of silver smoke into the air and watches as it wafts and dissipates above her. Her short platinum coils illuminate the space, picking up faint traces of the blue-white fluorescent lighting gleaming from the focused overhead fixtures. The lights were for the marijauna plants, but they provided the large room with a moody, calming effect that enhanced her high.
Across from her, Henny reclines in her black leather seat, exhaling smoothly with closed eyelids. The potency of her own sought after product washes through her. This was the post-celebration of her grand opening which happened yesterday. This new medical marijuana dispensary was twice the size of her last.
"I'm glad you modified this Iquiniso because that first batch almost got me in trouble." Ryley said with another puff of smoke. "I was fucking Y'lan and when he asked whose pussy was it, I almost said Erik. I had to pretend to throw up just to get away."
"Damn," Henny coughs, "Yeah, you weren't the only one with diarrhea of the mouth. People were telling me all kinds of personal information that I didnt need to know, but you don't have to worry about that now. This strain has no side effects. It's literally perfect."
"Who you tellin," Ryley hums in bliss. "Speaking of Erik, I called him over.. Is that cool?"
"Of course it is. That's our nigga."
"Don't tell him about Y'lan."
"I haven't yet, why would I?"
"Why would you what? Y'all look bout gloomy as shit in here, it's 2 p.m." Erik approaches from a few yards away. He's wearing a white t-shirt, lightwash ripped jeans and pink air force. A gold rope chain adorns his thick neck and a Hennessy bottle sloshes in his hand.
"Speaking of gloomy, how are you drunk already at 2 p.m.?" Henny scoffs. He's not going, still waiting to hear what they'd been talking about. His eyes lower in an attempt to draw truth from his girls.
"Maybe some small things, like little jokes and anecdotes, we wanna keep between us," Ryley gestures innocently between herself and Henny.
"Yeah nigga, let us bond," Henny adds passing him her blunt. He inhales and holds the smoke in his lungs before releasing it slowly.
"Good ain't it," a proud Henny gloats, watching as Erik visibly relaxes.
--
The soprano vocals of Eric Bellinger sift through the dank, cloudy air.
🎵Girl, come through and let's do what we do in your imagination. When I'm gone, show me how you pretend.🎵
"Y'all really wanna get high?" The trio were vibing with low chuckles, rotating the two blunts when Erik asked the ridiculous question.
"Nigga, my product gets us high enough! What you want, cocaine?" Henny was outraged. She felt insulted. Not only did she work incredibly hard and long hours developing her strains, but her customers were always satisfied.
"Ride with me. I need to show you how high I'm talking," Erik smirked blowing smoke from the rollup between his fingers.
In the car, Henny goes to the driver's seat, but withdraws seeing Erik's dark expression. Drunk or sober, he refused to let anyone drive his car. Henny calls shotgun in order to keep an eye on the road in case Erik's condition got the best of him, but Ryley doesn't mind, happy to stretch out in the back of the 4-door black convertible Cadillac as the car swerves through traffic.
"Hell to the nah. You outta yo drunk ass mind," Ryley scoffs when she realizes where Erik is headed.
"Hell yeah. If y'all gone be my bitches you gotta do what I do, go where I go." He parks the car and hops out.
"I know you don't think my ass going on a long ass hike," Henny grouches watching Erik walk to the truck next to them. A man hopped out of the driver's seat and pulled three mountainbikes from the bed of his truck and Erik waved the girls from the car.
"Don't be like that Ms. Kitana," he smirks addressing Henny's frown.
"Ms. Who?" Ryley didn't know that side of Henny and Erik and Henny both planned to keep it that way.
"Just a joke," Henny said, eyes narrowing at Erik's antics.
"Y'all competent enough to ride a mountainbike, correct," he asks and there's a challenge in his voice that ignites both girls. "Grab a bike and follow me," he says riding off. Without hesitation, the girls mount their bikes and take off after him. He flew through the uphill trail up a mountain and the girls worked hard to keep up until they reached a point where they they absolutely had to hike. The forbidden zone that is the Hollywood sign stood before them larger than life, each letter 45 feet tall.
"I'm a touch it," Ryley says making contact. It's a well known rule that no one is to touch the sign or be this close to it, but who cares about rules?
"We gone do more than that," Erik says mounting the last O. He climbs up one side and the girls climb the other O. Once at the top, Erik relights his blunt and gazes out at the scenery feeling like he's on top of the world. This was something every Cali nigga needed to experience once.
"Miss me with that bullshit. You not a gang member you're a tourist..," he raps, moreso to himself.
"I was already high as shit, but now this is high," Ryley yells across the sky passing the second blunt to Henny.
"Too fuckin high.. and I'm fuckin sweating. It's hot as Satan's asshole," Henny grumbles taking a long drag. They climb back down to sit in patches of grass they find in the dirt and finish the blunts before taking their leave and in the parking lot, Erik returns the bikes.
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The top of the Caddy goes back and Ryley raises her arms feeling the wind on her skin. The summer heat was borderline unbearable, but the wind was a Godsend. Erik watched her carefree movements through the review mirror with humor in his eyes as the car sped down a highway. Aware of her audience, Ryley lifts her t-shirt and bra flashing her large breasts at Erik along with anyone else blessed to look at that moment.
"Eyes on the road, Stevens," Ryley teases while Henny fights the temptation to grab the wheel.
"Chill baby, I got this," he says holding Henny's hand in her lap, but her expression betrays her concern.
"Shit, you wanna be in charge that damn bad? I said I got it, but since you don't believe me," he lets go off the wheel and the car veers sharply to the left before Henny grips the wheel turning it back lightly.
"FUCK YOU ERIK!"
Ryley in the backseat only laughs.
"Nah, you steer. I'll eat. Since you think you can do better than me, you better not crash." His foot remains poised on the pedal. His hands unbutton Henny's shorts, yanking them under her and she lifts to assist him in removing them, spreading her thighs as Erik angles her entire lower body to face his lowered head. Her leg stretches over his shoulder giving him full access.
"This is cramped as fuck," Erik complains causing Ryley and Henny to laugh this time. Of course it was, he was huge. His thick fingers rub up and down her wet lower lips before slipping into her one after another until he's two knuckles deep in her wetness. He moves and stretches his fingers massaging her from the inside as she purrs and writhes making his fingers slick and then his tongue meets her core.
"Shit," she gasps drifting. She immediately rights the vehicle before Erik's vacuum seal can take away her mental capacity to operate a speeding vehicle.
"You swerving," Ryley points out.
"BITCH I'M TRYING! SHIT!.. I'm bout to cum," A hail of cars appears ahead and Henny braces herself as she focuses to the best of her ability on keeping her hands still while her body shakes. Whizzing pass cars and dipping in and out of neighboring lanes, she dare not tell Erik to slow down.
"YOU GONE HIT THAT CAR," Ryley yells and Erik bolts upright stealing back control of the car, his beard and mustache still coated in Henny. He navigates the car back to Henny's dispensary without incident.
"You," he looks to Henny having exited the vehicle, "I'm a fuck you first, come with me."
"Uh uh," Ryley protests standing between the two, "She got head so me first. I want my nut now."
"You gone have to wait," Henny chuckles pulling Erik's arm.
"Both y'all thirsty asses get naked and lay over the desk," Erik snaps pulling away. "We gone do this my way."
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Digging into Ryley's guts, he fingers Henny ferociously from from behind. The sound of wet pink inner flesh and hard pounding mingle with the sound of two distinct moans creating a heady cocktail that makes Erik more drunk than Hennessy could ever manage to accomplish.
"See that weed on the table," Erik asks pulling on Henny's puff of hair with his free hand. "You should be rolling that for me right now."
Henny gets to rolling and Erik switches so that he's now inside of Henny, his fingers digging into Ryley. Counting their orgasms, he refuses to stop until their counts are even so that neither can say they've been slighted. It takes getting to 4 and 4 before he's sated and they're both even, trying to catch their breath.
"So I gotta go. I got shit to do, but good job Henny. I'm proud of you for opening this place. Ryley, make sure she don't work too hard." He grabs the fresh blunt Henny rolled and exits the way he came.
The girls gather themselves and watch as their man disappears through the door.
"It's always some shit when he comes around. All that drama," Ryley says once the coast is clear. She watches Henny grind weed for a joint.
"You the one invited him," she smirks.
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