#i only struggle cuz the click rate fucks with my hand
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Replay/Rewind/Restart
Chapter title: the pulse through the night/that sets my heart alight
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Getty | Cache
Rating: T
Summary: A series of one-shots focusing on different characters from the truly amazing fic Buy One [S]et One Free. (Please read it before reading this, it’ll be worth it, I promise!!) Some will be set before the story, while others will take place throughout it!
Everything here belongs to EeveeningNews, I’m just messing around in an attempt to express my love for this fic in the only way I know how.
The room was quiet, as it tended to be on a Thursday afternoon. The only noise at all came from the light clicks and taps on Getty’s keyboard, as he answered email after email in an effort to get his inbox cleared out before he clocked out for the day.
Tonight was special, after all, and he could not afford to work overtime.
At the exact second the clock changed to five-thirty, Getty sent his last email, and shut his computer down with shaking hands. His still form suddenly overflowed with energy as he practically leapt from his seat.
The rose-colored Addison darted over to his closet, replaying his memory of the conversation with Cache that had started all of this in the first place…
“Listen, cuz.” they’d said, before mentioning you by name. “I know how you are about asking her out…and let’s be real, I know you, period. So guess what? I’m feeling generous for once, I’ll ask her for you.”
Getty felt his heart begin to beat twice as fast. “Oh—oh goodness, Cache, y-you don’t need to do something like that for me! I’m perfectly content, I promise!”
“Uh-huh.” they hummed, clearly unconvinced. “So that’s why you didn’t spend the better part of our hangout gushing about her just the other day, right?”
“I—surely it wasn’t that long!” he protested, but he couldn’t quite meet Cache’s eyes.
“And that’s not even mentioning all the other times you’ve gone on about her, either.” they continued mercilessly. “What about that one lunch where we were supposed to catch up on everything and it turned into an hour-fucking-long presentation on the specific color of her eyes?”
“Now that is just blatant exaggeration.” Getty sniffed, folding his arms. “That degree of ill-mannered behavior suits you better than me, I would think.”
“So what I’m hearing is that you don’t want to go out with her, then?” Cache shot back, the corner of their mouth twitching as they restrained a smirk.
“N-no!” he cried. “I do, I just don’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation where—you know, she might have to refuse, or she might not refuse but solely out of a sense of obligation…” He winced at the mere thought.
“And that’s exactly why I’ll be the one to ask her! She knows I ain’t the type to hide behind pretty words or some shit like that. I’ll know if she’s not being honest, too, so I can get you a straight answer. Alright?” they said, in a tone which very much suggested that they would do so even if it wasn’t alright.
“I couldn’t stop you if I tried, could I?” Getty asked, struggling to ignore the way he suddenly felt ill with nerves.
“Nope.” Cache said simply, finally allowing themselves that smirk from earlier.
Two days later, Getty had received a single text from his cousin.
She’s in.
…Getty beamed, scanning the contents of his closet for something appropriate to wear. The elation, the sheer delight he had felt upon reading those two words simply could not be described. He was finally going to properly spend time with you! Tonight!
A thread of fear blended into his joy at that particular thought. He had to make sure that everything was as perfect as it could possibly be. And that started with his outfit.
He selected some of his bolder items of clothing, hoping that his appearance would bolster his mood as it had many times before. A pastel yellow blazer completed the look, and he stepped in front of the mirror to double-check his choices, before taking out his phone and opening up a fun new gacha game to soothe his nerves until it was time to leave.
Ten minutes later, he was back in front of the closet, panicking. What if you expected something a little more formal? The reservation was for La Barre D’espace, after all. Rifling through the hangers, he pulled out a much more formal black-and-white ensemble, trying that on instead.
He eyed himself in the mirror, cringing at how stiff and washed-out it made him look. Perhaps…something a little more relaxed? But not too relaxed, that was why he’d picked out this second outfit in the first place!
Getty sighed, sitting down on his bed. After a moment, he eased himself into lying on his back, and then closed his eyes. “I’m being terribly silly, aren’t I?” he said out loud to the empty room.
Nobody replied (for which he was rather thankful, he would have been quite frightened if anyone had), but he suspected if Cache had been there, their response would be something rather like No duh, dingus. I wouldn’t set you up on a date with some jerk, so why’re you acting like she’s gonna tear you apart the second she lays eyes on you?
…they would probably swear more than that, but he wasn’t quite willing to simulate that particular trait of theirs at the moment.
Getty ran a hand through his hair, getting up from the bed once more to return to his closet and properly pick out an outfit. To be fair, the one he wore wasn’t terrible, it was just so…bland. He needed at least a pop of color, or else it wouldn’t be true to him, now would it?
Hmm.
Well, if he was trying to build an outfit that was true to him, he might as well use his own color, mightn’t he?
Slowly, he pulled off the black jacket he’d been wearing and replaced it with his favorite magenta vest. And this time, when he turned around to face the mirror, he finally felt ready to leave his room and head over to the restaurant.
When he picked up his phone, he saw that it was over an hour too early for him to leave on a normal night, although to be fair, this was not by any means a normal night. After all, what if traffic was bad (a surprisingly common occurrence in Cyber City)? Or what if you arrived early and were left there, all alone, waiting for him to show up? What a terrible first impression that would be!
Resolved, Getty set out immediately, walking his oft-traveled path through the halls of Queen’s mansion and giving any vases he saw an extra wide berth. He definitely wasn’t about to let something like that ruin this night.
As a matter of fact, if his hopes came true, nothing would.
When he stepped out into the lobby, luckily enough, there was already a blue-tinted Swatchling by the name of Cobalt lingering by the door of the Color Café, seemingly without a job to do. Getty approached him somewhat hesitantly, smiling. “Pardon me…I don’t mean to interrupt, but are you busy at the moment?”
Cobalt turned to him, his expression registering surprise for only the briefest of seconds before he relaxed back into a more work-appropriate, unruffled demeanor. “Ah, Master Target. I am unoccupied at the moment—is there anything with which I may assist you?”
“Well, yes, actually!” Getty beamed. “I have a, erm—” his voice dropped momentarily as a light blush spread across his face— “A date, tonight. At La Barre D’espace. And since it’s rather far away, I was wondering if you might be available to chauffeur me there? Only if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, of course!” he added hastily.
Cobalt offered up the smallest of smiles at that. “Sir, it is my primary duty to assist the residents of Queen’s mansion with whatever they may possibly need. I am perfectly capable of driving you to La Barre D’espace. When would you like to depart?”
“Now would be lovely, if that’s alright.”
“Of course.” The Swatchling bowed briefly. “Merely permit me to inform Head Butler Swatch of my intended whereabouts, and then we may leave at once.”
“Oh, absolutely!” Getty replied, waiting politely just outside the café until Cobalt was ready.
Soon enough, the two entered a limousine, and they were on their way to the restaurant. Despite the fact that he was facing the window, Getty was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly even noticed the city go by. Would you like the food? Had you ever been to a restaurant like this before? Would you like him now that he was more than just another paying customer? He’d never really spoken to you beyond requesting a meal back when you worked at that diner. What if—
He shook his head abruptly. There was no use working himself up so long before you would arrive. He wanted to be a good host and date, not a flustered mess!
Yet still, he struggled to keep his mind on lighter subjects, continuously circling back to the same few topics over and over again.
Halfway through the ride, however, Cobalt interrupted him in his pondering. “If you’ll pardon my curiosity, sir, who happens to be the lucky person invited on this date?”
Getty blushed once again at the implication that you were lucky to be invited to spend time with him—if anything, he felt that the reverse was true. After a moment, he found his voice once again. “She’s a Lightner, actually. Her name is—” He smiled as he said your name, remembering the very first time you had introduced yourself to him. Even back then, when he had only just been hit with the true extent of his own feelings, he had found himself particularly struck by your friendliness and warmth in spite of the difficult job you worked. It was truly stunning. “She is one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet, and funnily enough, she’s actually quite close friends with my cousin!”
“Your cousin? I would say I find myself surprised, Master Target, but since they seem to enjoy your company so much, I suppose it only makes sense that they would choose to spend time with others who are equally suited to you.” the Swatchling mused.
Getty chuckled softly. “You make a very good point, Cobalt.” he replied.
“Well, if she is half the person that I know you are, then I am certain you two will have nothing to worry about.” Cobalt added, making Getty smile bashfully.
“Oh, thank you! You’re far too kind.” the rose-colored Addison insisted gently.
“I would protest that statement, but I am afraid that shall have to wait until later. We have arrived at La Barre D’espace now, sir.”
Getty jolted slightly, surprised. “Already? Oh my! Thank you very much, Cobalt. Will you be available after we have finished as well?”
“Certainly. I shall be right here until you are ready to leave.”
“Thank you again!” Getty said, stepping out of the car once Cobalt opened the door for him.
“I sincerely hope that you enjoy your date, sir.” Cobalt said, offering him another hint of a smile before stepping back into the car.
“I hope so as well.” Getty murmured to himself, taking a deep breath as he approached the building.
He made his way inside and over to the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button for the top floor. The car stopped a few times during its ascent, and each time Getty held the door for those who were entering and exiting, earning him several smiles and as many “Thank you”s in the process. However, not a single person seemed to recognize him, for which he found himself grateful. He wasn’t entirely sure that he would have been able to manage the nerves stemming from his relatively new wealth and his date-nervousness all at once, at least not without failing to maintain his usual calm demeanor.
Mustering up what remained of his courage, Getty walked up to Cardinal, the Swatchling working at the host stand for this evening. “Hello there, Cardinal!” he said warmly. “I believe my reservation is under a different name than usual for tonight. My cousin, Cache, is the one who organized this particular dinner.”
“Ah, I see. Yes, Mx. Cache is indeed the one listed here. Thank you very much for informing me, Mr. Target.” Getty cringed internally upon realizing that he would probably be referred to as such in front of you. He had never had the chance to explain his nickname properly when you worked at the diner, so now he just had to hope that he could correct any misconceptions you had about his preferred name before one of the Swatchlings irrevocably gave you the wrong idea.
Cardinal informed him which table he and you would be sitting at, and he made his way back through the restaurant, having been here more than enough times to find his own way to any table at all. He smiled, taking a seat at this particular one, which was one of the nicest in the entire restaurant. It featured a lovely view of Cyber City, one that he sincerely hoped you would enjoy.
Before he could begin to even consider worrying once more, Saffron approached him with a couple of menus tucked under one wing. “Good evening, Mr. Target. I hear you are waiting on someone in particular?”
“Yes, Saffron! I’m afraid I’ve arrived dreadfully early, so she won’t be here for quite some time. Could I just have my usual drink for now, while I wait for her?” Getty asked politely.
“Of course, sir. I shall have it brought out to you shortly.” Saffron bowed lightly, before leaving the Addison alone again.
Getty spent a few minutes people-watching in an effort to amuse himself, trying to see how many repeat customers he could spot in the restaurant tonight. He definitely recognized many of the Addisons there, as well as a few Plugboys and one or two Werewires. It took him several more minutes to recall all of their names (as well as their most recent purchases), by which point his drink had arrived.
After thanking the Swatchling who had brought his glass, Getty took a small sip, feeling his shoulders relax slightly at the familiar flavor. Soon enough, however, he found himself lost in another memory—this time of the first moment he’d ever seen you.
The Color Café was even busier than usual that day, and his second choice of restaurant was closed as well because the chef had come down with a virus. Honestly, at this point, he’d be content with just about anything, so long as it was food and he could get it in something approximating a timely manner.
Suddenly, Getty spotted one diner that was normally too busy for him to even consider, but seemed to be having a slow day today. Feeling slightly apprehensive (but mostly just desperate) he pushed open the door and stepped inside, putting on his usual salesman’s smile.
At first, he didn’t notice any workers, only a few sparse patrons at various tables. Just as he was about to feel truly concerned, though, a voice spoke up from the back of the diner.
“Good morning! How are you today?”
And Getty nearly bluescreened at the sight.
He knew that he was a bit of a hopeless romantic (or perhaps more than a bit, really), but somehow, he’d never had all that many romantic moments happen to him…until now. The Lightner working at the diner—and how was a Lightner working at a diner??—was by far the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.
Time stopped. His heart pounded. Your sweet, warm smile lit up the room, and he nearly melted at the sight.
Suddenly, he remembered that you’d asked him a question. “O-oh! Perfect, thank you, absolutely wonderful!” he managed to stammer, feeling as though his legs might give out at any moment.
“I’m Getty, by the way.” he added shyly. “He/him, if you please.”
“Oh! It’s so nice to meet you!” you said brightly. “I’m—well, it says it right here on my name tag, doesn’t it?” You laughed briefly at that, before continuing onwards. “Um, she/her works just fine for me.”
You opened your mouth, about to say something else, when a voice rang out from the back of the diner. “Oi! Lightner! You’d better not be slacking off out there!”
You jumped, the brightness disappearing from your face instantly. Getty silently mourned the sight. “S-sorry!” you called, before turning back to him and flashing him a shadow of the smile you’d worn before. “Feel free to pick whatever seat you’d like, I’ll be over as soon as I can to take your order!” You snatched up a menu and handed it to him, before dashing off to speak with whoever had just yelled at you.
Getty sat down at a booth by the window, frowning in concern. At any other point in time, he would have noticed that the diner wasn’t quite as tidy nor as beautiful as the places he normally preferred to frequent, but right now, he was consumed with worry for the lovely person he’d just met.
Were you being mistreated here? Or was this just a bad day? And were you really the only server in the entire place? If so, then he couldn’t imagine the kind of stress you must be under, and he settled in to wait for you to be finished with the other patrons.
You took rather longer to return than Getty would have liked, but your profuse apologies more than banished any hints of frustration he might have felt. Admittedly, the food was…also less than stellar, but the way you smiled every time he showed you even the smallest scrap of kindness made his heart flutter and ache simultaneously.
Before he had even paid the bill, he knew he’d be returning here tomorrow.
Getty blinked, rousing himself from his reminiscing and looking briefly around the room. The same people were mostly there, but Cardinal was currently showing someone new to their seat. He glanced back out the window, not wanting to stare as they walked through the restaurant—
Wait.
It was you.
Getty nearly gave himself whiplash with how quickly he looked back over in your direction. You looked utterly stunning, clearly having both dressed up very nicely and done your hair specially for the occasion. It felt like that first day at the diner all over again, except so much better, because now there was no rude manager, no difficult work, and no poor quality food.
Just you…and him.
Getty jumped up out of his seat, his eyes meeting yours as he prepared to speak, and he felt his heart pound.
Goodness, he hoped he was ready for this.
#deltarune#deltarune addisons#pink addison#spamton g spamton#spamton x reader#(those last two are for the main fic)#(trying to get it some more readers because it's literally one of my favorite fics ever!!)#i didn't like x readers for the longest time but this one is just SO WELL WRITTEN#anyhow hope this was fun to read :)#it certainly won't be the last time i mess around in this universe!
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I can't remember if I sent this to you already but could I request headcanons for aizawa, hizashi and Toshinori finding their s/o that has a chipmunk quirk that makes her fall into hibernation when it's too cold (kinda like tsu) but when the guys find her with her heart rate low and her breathing shallow maybe they freak a little bc she didn't tell them about that part of her quirk yet
omggggg this idea is literally so cute I got so excited when I first read it. Also thank you love for comin through with the requests, I really appreciate it! <3 I also hella struggled cuz like, what can someone with a chipmunk quirk do? Stuff their cheeks? Climb up trees? Also I legit forgot what a chipmunk even looked like I had to look it up lmaoooo im so dumb it hurts
Aizawa is an intimidating fella, okay
So when you first told him about your quirk, you were lowkey embarrassed?
Like, here’s this grown-ass man with a badass quirk who is more than capable of taking down villains and defending himself, and here you are just-
🐿️
But you know what’s great about this man? He couldn’t give less of a shit about your quirk or anything like that. He strikes me as the type to care more about personality than anything else
concealing your quirk is fairly easy. People probably wouldn’t even know you had one if it wasn’t for the small fluffy ears popping out of the top of your head, and even then you could just cover them with a hat
But that doesn’t mean you don’t experience the effects of your own quirk just because it’s subtle
You have a mutant type quirk, so you experience certain things that actual chipmunks do
Sometimes you won’t even notice that you’re stuffing your cheeks to full capacity with whatever you’re eating before Aizawa has to cut you off and just be like
“y/n. Chew.”
Or when you’re rushing, you’re usually going so fast that Aizawa can barely even see you zooming from room to room
you can also get kinda skittish at times, your ears twitching whenever you hear a noise that sounds weird or out of place, and you’ll just look at Aizawa with wide eyes until he checks out what made a noise that he could barely hear
“y/n, it was just some kids outside.”
“Oh... sorry, Sho.”
he wants to be frustrated, but he knows it’s not your fault. And honestly? He finds you so cute that he can’t really stay mad at you
So he’ll just let out a huff before patting your head lovingly, grazing his fingers over your ears (Which he KNOWS are sensitive, that asshole)
Experiencing long periods of deep sleep is also a thing. You wouldn’t call it hibernation cuz you still have to do normal, everyday things, but there are times during the winter where you’ll sleep for a few days in a row and only get up to go to the bathroom or eat
And since you can’t actually burrow into the floor of your home, you usually make a blanket fort in the corner of your bedroom and stuff all of the pillows and blankets you can in there until it’s nice and warm, ready for you to bury yourself in
and you might’ve left that little part of your quirk out when you moved in together. whoops
So when Shouta comes home and sees the living room couch void of all of its pillows, he’s not expecting to walk into your shared bedroom and see you curled up in a blanket fort
he’s a bit curious at first, just kinda looking at you like “All right, I guess this is normal?”
and he’ll crouch down and kinda examine you for a bit before he eventually wonders if you’re even breathing? You’re burried under blankets, so he can’t really see your chest moving
eventually he’ll check and see that your breathing is abnormally slow and he kinda just... pauses and checks again to make sure he’s not going crazy.
and he wont deny that he kinda freaks out at first, his immediate thought being that he needs to get you out of there, but the second he grabs the blankets to pull them off of you he’s like wait... hold up.
then it all clicks
you’re a mutant with a chipmunk quirk...
c h i p m u n k
safe to say he’s relieved, so he just lets you be and goes about his day.
When you wake up a few hours later to go to the bathroom, you come out of the bedroom with your clothes practically on backwards, rubbing at your eyes and stumbling past Aizawa like he’s not even there. And when you’re done, it’s right back to sleep you go
“Back to bed?” Aizawa would ask as he watches you with an amused smirk on his face
“Mhm.”
“Okay. Goodnight, y/n”
“Mm’night.
Listen, when he first heard of your quirk, he thought it was the cutest shit ever
“Your quirk is Chipmunk?! That’s SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUTE!”
No he’s legit your number one hype man. If you think your quirk is lame, he’s literally shouting at you how cool he thinks you are.
“You can stuff so much food in your mouth, y/n! And that’s pretty dope if you ask me! I’m totally jealous!”
speaking of food, he’ll just randomly ask you to shove as much as you can of one thing in your cheeks until they’re at full capacity.
“Hey y/n, think you can shove this whole pack of jumbo marshmallows in your cheeks?”
“But... I just bought those :(”
“I’ll buy you more, LET’S DO THIS!!!”
also asks you the dumbest questions omg. You don’t know if he’s genuinely curious or if he’s just doing it to piss you off
“So do you just eat nuts all day?”
“You’ve seen me eat, Hizashi. No.”
“Do you prefer to sleep in trees?”
“That would be extremely uncomfortable.”
“Ooh you’d probably be great frieds with Kamui Woods then.”
“Did you not hear what I just said?”
He also REALLY likes your ears. Like an unhealthy amount? Whenever you’re around he literally wont stop touching them and even tugs on them playfully until you’re swatting at his hands and telling him to go away
He can’t help that they’re so cute :(
so on a particuallry cold day in winter when he has to go to work at the school, he leaves your home while you’re sleeping, only to come home hours later to find you... still sleeping?
You haven’t moved an inch the entire time he’s been gone, so needless to say, he’s a litle concerned.
and when he checks to see if you’re still alive only to discover your heart rate is super slow, he’s A LOT concerned
His brain just goes to the most dramatic thing he can think of, which is that you’re in some weird coma and need to wake up
so rather than, i dont know, gently shaking you awake like a normal person, he grabs you buy your shoulders and starts shaking you violently while shouting your name loud as fuck
“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”
you literally wake up so violently, you sit right up and shove him off of you before asking what’s wrong with him, pretty sure you’ve officially gone deaf
He then explains that he thought you were in a coma or something cuz your heartbeat was so slow, and at that point you just roll your eyes because of course he would come up with this ridiculous conclusion
“Hizashi, my quirk is chipmunk and it’s a mutation quirk.”
He doesn’t even get what you’re getting at, just tilting his head in confusion as he squints at you.
“What do chipmunks do in the winter, babe?”
Cue more confused squinting
“Oh my god, they hibernate, you headass.”
it finally clicks and the look on his face makes it seem like he just learned the secret of the universe, and afterwards he’s going on about how cool that is while you just roll your eyes and lay back down to try and go back to sleep, bringing the blanket over your head to try and drown him out
He eventually gets the hint and leaves, but after a while, you kinda feel bad for blowing up on him. He was just concerned and didn’t fully understand your quirk
so letting out a huff, you pull the blanket down and call out his name, to which he immediately runs to you at the sound of, asking you what you need
you just wordlessly lift up the blanket to expose the empty side of the bed, and oh boy, the size of the grin he gets on his face is unmatched
immediately throws off his hero costume so that you can both be comfortable and jumps into bed with you, holding you impossibly close
you fall asleep in a matter of minutes while he just looks at you fondly, hand soothingly rubbing your back.
Just like the other two, he finds you incredibly cute. Like mans is in love, okay?
everytime he sees your little ears twitch, he just gets the strongest urge to touch them, but he never does without your consent becuase he knows how sensitive they are.
“Uh... y/n, do you mind if I... touched your ears?”
Baby probably feels so awkward asking ugh PLEASE REASSURE HIM
“Oh? Yeah, of course, Toshi. Knock yourself out.”
oooh he’s excited. He’ll be super gentle about it, just lightly grazing them with his fingers before gently rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger
and at that point you’re littlerally melting, practically falling into him because him caressing your ears like this feels absolutely amazing
When he sees how it’s affecting you, he immediately becomes a blushing mess and apologizes, but you just hug him and tell him it’s okay and that you liked it
yeah he definitely rubs your ears whenever you’re feeling stressed or anxious because it’s become a quick way to relax you
only when he does it though. If anyone else randomly touches your ears, you get kinda uncomfortable
Just because they don’t look human doesn’t mean they still weren’t a part of you, dammit
Anyways, one day when you’re waiting for Toshi to come back home, you’ve got yourself wrapped up like a burrito in your blanket, sitting on the couch as you watched tv
it had been snowing all day, but luckily Toshinori had turned up the thermostat before he left, remembering how you mentioned that you’re not a huge fan of the cold
unfortunately for you, the harsh weather had no trouble taking out the power, leaving you in the dark and the cold
it didn’t take long for the cold to start seeping in through the cracks in the windows, and you quickly began to grow tired before you inevitibly passed out on the couch, still wrapped tightly in your blanket
When Toshi gets home and sees you on the couch, his first reaction is “aw, how cute.”
but then when he comes up to you and starts calling out your name to try and wake you up and you just won’t, and then he notices how much your breathing has slowed down, he quickly growns concerened.
He’s not in full panic mode yet, but he’s getting there, and he’s quick to crouch down to your level and grab your shoulders to start shaking you to wake you up
which you do, blinking groggily at him like you weren’t just in full hibernation mode
“Oh... Hey, Toshi,” you mumble, and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down so that you can nuzzle yourself into his warm chest
He’s not able to ask you about what happened to you before you’ve already fallen back asleep, and when the power comes back on a few minutes later, he does a quick google search on chipmunks and mutant quirks before putting two and two together
Now he’s thinking of all the ways he could make you something to burrow into during those especially cold winters
#mha headcanons#mha x reader#all might headcanons#toshinori headcanons#toshinori x reader#aizawa headcanons#shouta aizawa x reader#present mic headcanons#present mic x reader#hizashi yamada x reader#bnha headcanons#eraserhead headcanons#eraserhead x reader#request#ask
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Ground Zero - Oikawa Tohru
a short story about an overlooked part of Oikawa's life.
i see a lot of myself in Oikawa and maybe that's what compelled me to write this.
this is actually based off of my own experience with different circumstances so i promise this isn't too unrealistic haha
TW: depression, hospitals, seizure, self-harm
oikawa tohru. crowd favorite, ladies man, and, of course, superb athlete.
he was a hard worker, that's what turned raw talents into honed skills.
yet few knew the dangerous way he toed against the line.
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sirens faintly blare in the background as iwaizumi runs as fast as his legs can carry him. fuck, fuck, fuck. not again.
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oikawa always overdid it, pushing himself further than anyone should. no matter the coaxing — "even olympic athletes need their breaks", "come on, it's not like your gonna go pro, right?", "dude, you've been at this for hours!" — oikawa never stopped working.
oikawa was the top of his class in academics and popularity. on the outside he appeared so care free and easy-going — like he didn't have a care in the world. iwaizumi knew better. he knew well the calculating, cold and domineering personality that lay beneath the faux exterior. it didn't take long for the rest of the team to realize the same thing.
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the sirens grew louder as iwaizumi neared the aoba johsai gymnasium. quickly sliding the familiar back door, his shoes squeaked beneath him as he rushed up to his teammate lying unresponsive on the cold gym floor.
"dammit, shittykawa, you already fucked up your knee and now look."
beads of sweat coated oikawa's forehead, his strained expression remained.
paramedics arrived quickly after, supporting oikawa's body along with iwaizumi in order to properly transport him to the Miyagi Prefecture Hospital.
hospitalizations were not unfamiliar to iwaizumi, all thanks to his best friend.
upon their quick arrival, the ever-familiar smell of hand sanitizer, disinfectant, and old people filled iwaizumi's nose.
"god i fucking hate hospitals."
iwaizumi never got used to the smell, just like how he never got used to the anxiety that pitted in his stomach when he'd sit inside the hospital room while Oikawa remained stable, but unconscious.
after what felt like an eternity, oikawa's eyes fluttered open. Oikawa sighed in recognition.
"you've got to stop doing this to yourself, tohru."
"i know. they don't want broken athletes—"
"nOT JUST THAT YOU DUMB FUCK YOU HAVE A LIFE THAT'S WORTH LIVING FOR MORE THAN JUST A FUCKING SPORT."
"you want this as much as me."
"yeah, but not enough to damage myself forever! this is the 17th time you've collapsed and your 5th hospitalization. first the knee, fainting spells — which, by the way, you're so fucking lucky this is all this shit is — anemia attacks, starvation, the list goes on."
Oikawa looked down, his tired eyes staring at the crisp, white, linen sheet. he stood up, being sure to do so slowly, before ringing for an attendant. within seconds, a nurse rushed in asking, "anything i can help you with, sweetheart? could i get you some ginger ale for this medication I'm gonna give you?"
"water's fine, thanks. actually, i was wondering how fast i can leave."
"we're going to have a quick run-by with our neurologist just to make sure there isn't any head trauma from when you fainted and then you should be good to go."
Oikawa nodded, thanking her again before sitting down again in his hospital bed.
"what am I supposed to tell the team, Hajime..."
"tell them the truth — that you overdid it again. they're not blind, ya know."
oikawa didn't reply, thankful that the nurse who quickly placed the meds and bottle of water down served as a proper distraction. downing a bit of water, Oikawa coughed before swallowing the pills. clicking the button again, Oikawa paged the nursing staff.
she popped in once again with a smile, "all set with the meds? great. I'll see about that neurologist." she left once more.
"you sure are an inpatient asshole."
oikawa laughed, "that might be a new one." yet, when he'd laughed, he felt a straight in one of his muscles, like a vein was stretched. suddenly, black spots began to overtake his vision — oikawa's familiar warning that he was set on a path to another fainting spell if he didn't lie down. as inconspicuously as possible, he laid back down.
"I guess I'll try to get some sleep." Oikawa said, though both he and iwaizumi knew of Oikawa's insomniac tendencies.
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Oikawa awoke from blackness to the bright lights of his hospital room and a twange of pain in his mouth.
"wow, i can't believe i fell asleep."
panic set in as soon as he spoke. he looked down and in his nose was an air tube, on his chest were heart rate monitors, and at the elbow of his veiny arm was an IV jabbed into his vein. the cords were tied to the hospital bed, making him feel like a prisoner. he began to struggle, trying to pull some of the cords that seemed as chains, the beeping of his heart rate monitor furthering his anxiety, bringing back flashbacks of his knee displacement.
iwaizumi quickly stirred from his concentration — he hadn't sleep, but seemed to have been deeply absorbed in thought.
"HEY! hey, shittykawa, stop it! STOP IT!" iwaizumi made a grab for oikawa's arms, steading him as oikawa's labored breathing began to slow.
"haji, what the fuck. what is all this shit on me. i was supposed to go home...", he glanced at the clock, "5 hours ago!"
"Oikawa, stop it. Just stop."
"Why should I? this is all so unnecessary, i just fainted for gods sake!"
"Oikawa."
at last, Oikawa made eye contact with the solemn and tortured eyes of iwaizumi.
"Oikawa, you had a seizure."
Oikawa's eyebrows shot up in disbelief, then into anger, then complete and udder sorrow.
"tohru, hey, it's okay. they think it was just a stress seizure. still, you had me fucking screaming at one point there."
"what....what was i like?"
iwaizumi pondered for a moment, looking away.
"well, first, all your limbs rose up together while you stared all creepy-like, like a robot. then, you lowered them and started shaking all over, foaming at the mouth — but your spit was red."
"i think i bit my tongue, it fucking hurts."
"well, you're not leaving either way."
"yes i am."
"no you're not."
"yes i am."
"no you're not."
"yes i am"
"i override the captain as he is no longer in the proper mental state to be commanding orders."
"you can't do that!" Oikawa immediately tried to stand to defend his honor, but quickly regretted it. pain shot up to his head, right behind his eyes. he couldn't hide the wince in pain.
"Tohru, this is good for you. don't think i didn't notice your cuts. when did you relapse? wait, don't tell me. you don't have to. the point is, you need to reach out for help — there's so many people here who are ready to give it."
"Haji, all i am is a fucking burden. trust me, I've taken much more than I've given."
iwaizumi bit the inside of his cheek, beginning to overthink his own choices.
"hey, if it's cuz of what i said about you being shitty—"
"it's not that. iwaizumi, look around. I'm in the fucking hospital, ruining your Saturday night, ruining our chances at the championships, ruining everything. like i always do. i always fuck everything up. i always think if i try a little harder than I'll be good enough. then i always end back up at ground zero."
iwaizumi sighed. "you're the only guy who can look at all what you've accomplished and see it as a fucking zero."
"you mean, the only guy who can see things realistically."
"Oikawa, you deserve more than what your brain tells you you deserve."
oikawa's vision blurred, his resolve crumpling. it still didn't feel right. iwaizumi is wrong. wrong, wrong, WRONG. I don't deserve shit. i haven't earned it. his chin began to wobble as iwaizumi engulfed him in a tight hug.
"Oikawa, it might not feel like it now, but i promise some day it will."
oikawa nodded, not believing it himself, but holding onto the hope that some day he would.
writing this was very therapeutic to me. upon rereading it later, I've realized that i find the interactions between iwa and oikawa are quite similar to some of the conversations I've had with myself. please know that no matter what you're going through, there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
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Helmsman: Wake up somewhere new
Grand: You are doing more paperwork, fuckin kill you with a culling fork. More and more and more and you satisfy yourself by reading one, telling the sleeping psion the joke that is these assholes requesting aid, and write 'Fuck Off' in big spiky letters across the whole thing. That goes in the Done pile. Next paper, type a moment to research what the fuck they're even talking about, because you stopped hiring motherfuckers to know more details than you when they kept fucking dying or leaving. Getting exiled. Whatever.
Your typing hand leaves the husktop to run over the fuzz of the psion's warm fragile skull while you read some more shit, strike out some more shit, and sigh. "Motherfuck, I need a vacation," you mutter, and it's a joke because this is about as close as you GET to a damn vacation, but not a joke funny enough for you to laugh. You look up round the room, all the medicullers absent save the one you successfully disarmed (okay, that one you'll laugh at), and he's dead the fuck asleep. Everything's in white, save the floor which is a multihued stain down to the drain in the center of the room, though it is mostly subtle variations of purple. Not a lot of offcolor fucks that you consider WORTHY of gettin tended to, after all.
This helm don't know how lucky he has it.
Helmsman: Stirring, your hornbeds crackle with power as the sedatives start wearing off. The dull, fullbody pain makes you groan under your breath and squinch your eyes tight, before it fades and you can settle again.
It occurs to you that you're being touched, but you don't sense any animosity from it, which is strange and new. Along with this feeling of not-bad is the voice you recognize. The one that makes you feel. Not-bad.
Your blue eye creaks open to survey your surroundings, and you grimace at the white, zapping the troll next to you to get their attention.
"Hey. Can'ya turn off th'lights? Ssbright." Grumble.
Grand: The crackling of his horns takes a moment to register, the groan less so. You finish writing Fuck Off on this next illustrious waste of tree pulp, running your off hand down his nug til you get to the base of it before you withdraw--Just in time to get zapped. You let out a curse that's actually just a verse of your most holy of texts (elixirs 5:18; pour one out for you, your blood is paint yet to be spilled), and bare your teeth at him, eyes flashing with menace.
Oh. He's just waking up.
“Poor motherfucker," you croon, and it's a mocking tone that you speak in. But what the fuck ever, you can stand for a break. You turn off the lamp closest to him, shut your husktop with a finite click, and captchalogue the stack of important papers that you've filled out. ... Oh, and the not done ones too, if for no other reason than state secrets or whatever the fuck.
Helmsman: "Thenks." Your voice is rough from both overuse and underuse, and you clear your throat a few times before swallowing a little bit of blood. Gross.
Blinking your eyes open, you take a better look at the room around you, and then up at the troll looming over you.
"Oh sshit." Oh shit is right, because if you aren't mistaken, that's the fucking Grand Highblood. In the flesh.
"Sso. Are you the personification of the Angel of Death, or am I hallucinating?"
Grand: "You fuckin flatter me," you say, batting your lashes a bit. "Either that, or you're hallucinatin, cuz I ain't been called angelic in a while." Your hands are to yourself, but you know the sound of a fucked up voice when you hear one. You wonder if you'll have to shove a tube in his mouth to get him to take somethin from you, or if he'll take it just to make you stop botherin him.
... But you also take the chance to look him over. Mostly just his face, which has the capacity for expression now, and is therefore finally actually interesting. "So surprised to see me? I told you I'd help."
Helmsman: You look confused, and a bit upset, like you'd had a present ripped away from you. "Then... I'm not dead." Thin eyebrows furrow and you attempt to sit up, which is hard when your arms feel invisible. After a bit of struggle, you flop back down heavily, hissing at the pain. The light in your eyes seems to pulse, like you're trying to focus. "The- the data..?"
Grand: "Not a fuckin clue." This is definitely about to get spicy, and you don't grin. But you want to. You want to rub your 'i told you so' in his moronic fucking face. "You ain't dead. You're limbless and on my ship, after you tried to fire up a single fuckin cannon and immediately fainted. Whether you managed ta finish transmittin your entire self into the space between helms, i ain't got an iota of an idea. But I told you that you didn't have to shoot me, that i would wait for you to get your business done. So I don't know that I feel like that's my problem."
Helmsman: "Limbless." Yeah, that explains why your arms feel invisible. You failed. After everything you did.
After all that pain and hard work just for it to fail. You're silent as you process this, before your eyes grow damp. You can't even wipe the frustrated tears away, so you curl away from the clown so you can cry with a little bit of fucking dignity.
God your life goddamn SUCKS. The sobs hurt as they rip out of you but you can't make them stop, thin frame heaving. He should have let you die. You shouldn't have told him anything. God you're so stupid!
Grand: ... Oh.
You expected this motherfucker to fight. To flare up bright, like you saw he could do in the ship, like you know he could do as a ship. The fight wouldn't do much good, him limbless and you your powerful, merciless self, but you woulda had fun trying to take him out without takin him all the way out.
You look over him, crying, weeping and just barely able to turn away from you, and you feel
something.
Fuck knows what.
"For fucks sake, we doin this shit?" you snap, and you think it should have come out a little harsher, a little louder. Or maybe you should be laughing, perhaps. No motherfucker would be surprised to hear you laugh.
"Like I ain't the most powerful motherfucker this side of the damned universe. Where the shit are your files or what the fuck ever."
Helmsman: Shaking your head, you laugh through the tears, a mirthless, harsh noise. "Where the fuck do you think they are?"
Crying is such a relief, though. Like you finally can expell all the horrid feelings you've been holding close to your chest for so long. You've been ripped from your ship, sanitized, bundled up all careful in a medical cot, what more do you need to hide? What would it possibly change?
"I was always doomed. What difference does it make now."
Grand: You grit your teeth at that unrighteous sound, but what the fuck is it you can do? Where the fuck indeed. You keep your helms and your files separate, at the rate you burn through them, and why the fuck wouldn't you? But you've never thought about the logistics of how the fuck one would store themselves, never thought about how it wouldn't be in ship storage unless it was some place the fish bitch could see.
For a second, from the way you have trouble breathing, and from the way your pump aches, you think you're finally kicking it. It's only a breath, only a beat, but still enough to get your fronds all wound the fuck up in the soft silk of the hospital bed. Still enough to have you reeling.
"Well. Guess you're gonna have to stay lively long enough ta write your fuckin memoirs, ain't ya?" you say, and it's quiet, and not all that funny, and you don't know what the hell is going on. "So, let's see to that."
Helmsman: You half feel vindicated from seeing that conflicted look on GHB's features, but the other half of you feels really bad. The guy went out of his way to save your useless life, used his resources, time, and energy to pluck you specifically from death's door and sit next to you.
Memoirs he says, like that isn't a ridiculous statement to make this late in the game. How are you gonna write them without arms, you wonder. It makes you laugh again, and this time it feels better to laugh. Once the giggles have settled down, you look at the troll next to you, really look at him, yellow streaks run down your cheeks and staining the white pillow under you.
"You've been here the whole time, right?"
Grand: There you all in all your glory, thousands of sweeps old and not quite so young looking as you were when you first caught this motherfucker, wearing what amounts to your casual clothes and the tie you wear when you're feeling like you should get yourself in the head for business. Your hair has grey, your paint has a fine line or two in it, but you're still an unholy terror when you want to be, which is still fucking most of the time.
Your hands unfist in the covers, and you roll your eyes at him, recline in the chair you stole from your office because fuck if you're gonna use a visitor's chair, you're the fucking king. "Nah, motherfucker, I got shit to do other than tend to your pathetic ass." Your ankles cross and you look up at the ceiling, casual as you fucking please. "But I been here often enough. When I ain't preachin or doin other holy shit. Medicullers just ain't made like they used to be, and some don't know how to ask first instead of puttin their knives where they ain't wanted. Can't have them makin that mistake when I went through all the trouble to nab your scrawny ass, can I?"
Helmsman: "Well. Thanks, I guess. You've got your reasons I don't doubt, but." You avert your eyes, not that he can tell. "It was better than being alone."
Okay you need to sit up Now. Cracking your neck, you test your reach with your psionics, the energy roving over the whole room as you manually adjust the power. Ugh, that feels weird. It takes a negligible amount of thought to arrange yourself a bit more upright against the pillow, and it does wonders making you feel less like you're at the mercy of circumstance.
"... You haven't changed a bit, huh you shitty old man."
Grand: You roll that thought around your head, feel it shifting shit behind your eyes. It was better than being alone, he said. Ain't that a terrible weakness of his, that dislike of being alone? Feels like the fucking point of a wriggler's afternoon special, soft and sweet and weak as it is. Pathetic, is what it is.
You watch him out of the corner of your eye, watch him sit himself up with power that you still don't trust not to be pressed into the flesh of you, though the thrill keeps you from locking it away tight with something or another, and you are a little impressed that he even knows how to use those when he's spent so long being sucked dry of em.
"Course I've changed. I think I've gotten taller. Definitely gotten older. I think I've killed a few more thousands of fuckers, though I might be off by a decimal point or some shit. You gotta be more specific, motherfucker, if you want to get a particular answer."
Helmsman; Scoff. "It was rhetorical, fuckhead." The residual psionics definitely is filling the air with static, and now that you've tapped into them it's increasingly hard to tamp down on them. Guess you're going to be fizzing like a carbonated beverage for the next little while.
"I do have some questions for you though."
Grand: You bark out a laugh, as your head fills with static and your hair puffs up faintly like an angry cat. You're going to have to rub him down with fuckin drier sheets or some shit, just to get some peace and not have your papers stickin to you.
"What the fuck else have we got to do, bitch? Go on, ask."
Helmsman: You chew on your lower lip as you think of the right way to word it. "Does Survivor know I'm alive?"
Grand: "Yep," you pop the word sharp, rocking back on your heels and two legs of the chair. More throne than chair, really.
Helmsman: Would be a shame if he were to fall backwards and hurt himself... Someone's gotta teach this guy not to lean on the back feet of chairs. He could hurt himself. What a shame.
The front two legs slam back onto the floor, and you sneer at him. "The last thing I need is for you to suffer some kind of concussion right now."
Grand: You yelp, an unseemly noise, as your chair is forced groundways, making you a six legged shape once more. "My skull is thicker than that, for messiahs motherfuckin sake, ask your damn questions instead of fussin over my old ass, you motherfuckin limbless horror."
Helmsman: “It'd just be inconvenient, is what I'm saying. Like I'd bother fussing over you, nightmare fuel."
This fucking guy. You shut your eyes, exhaustion hitting you like a truck all of a sudden. "Will I see her anytime soon or am I just gonna be stuck in this glass bottle forever so you can keep prodding me with sticks?"
Grand: Nightmare fuel. You like that, and it makes you chuckle different, a low bass rumble in your chest.
"You'll see her when she comes up with a plan that her and blue think will keep me from wreckin their shit, and as soon as you can get jostled without openin up every scab you got from nose to nook, which believe me, are plentiful.. And maybe a little longer than that, dependin on your amusement ta annoyance ratios. Don't go tryinna manipulate em to your wantin, cuz I ain't gonna tell you which keeps you here longer."
Helmsman: "I'm going to be honest with you: I'm a doer not a schemer. I'd pinky promise you, but, well..."
Shrug.
"As long as I get to see her again." You forgot what it was like to yearn for someone, but right now it's all you can take to be away from Bastet. You were being honest earlier when you admitted you don't know how to be alone anymore.
Grand: You hear that, and you tip back in your chair again, arms crossed behind your head, and you smile. Fuck yes. "Ain't that sweet," you chirr, and it could be nice if it was anyone other than you. But you are, as he said, nightmare fuel, and you ain't particularly inclined to be anything else.
"Give it a week or two. A perigee, tops. You'll get where you wanna be. Think you can wait that long, motherfucker?"
Helmsman: "Only been waiting the majority of my life." Sinking back into the thin blanket. "If you're going to stick around, do it goddamn quietly, for fucks' sake."
You're starting to feel lightheaded, and want to sleep now.
Grand: A snort. "And here I thought you liked my company. You'll tolerate it or you won't, and it ain't my problem either way."
Still, when he nestles himself down, you draw the blanket up past his damaged shoulders so he don't catch chill and kill himself on something nothin much at all. And you go ahead and take off your business garb (the polkadot tie you wear when you're deep in the shit creek that is your backed up paperwork), twirling it around your finger before you captchalogue it. "Just fuckin sleep, you're gonna need it."
Helmsman: “Don't need your permission." You bite back, already fading off into dreamland. Geez, being a sassy sourpuss takes a lot of energy.
Grand: He falls asleep to the low rumble of your laugh at his expense, amusement in the face of his fucking spite. Once he's out, you realize you forgot to make him drink, and decide you'll get on with it when he's a little more conscious. No point forcing him if he's not around to make you work for it, is there?
You don't turn on the light for a good hour or so. You just sit back in your throne, the back legs of it worn away from just such play, and you think. And you speak a few more times, half thoughts that you don't bother to explain cuz he ain't around to ask. But mostly, you just think.
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Truth Hurts (P.7)
A/N: We’re winding down to the end here, maybe two more parts after this one! Thank you all so much for the love I’ve received and I hope you enjoy this part -Heather
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Rating: NSFW-ish
Warnings: Swearing, smutty stuff (thigh riding, slight daddy!kink), angsty bits
Masterlist Marvel Masterlist
Part 6 // Part 8
“What the fuck was that?!” You screamed. Bucky just rolled his eyes and ignored you. “No, Bucky! You need to answer me!”
“What the fuck was what? Me saving our ass back there? You’re welcome,” he scoffed.
“Not just that! All of it! The restaurant with the...the thing and then that kiss...what the fuck?!” You shouted again. In a flash he had you pinned against the nearest wall.
“Keep your voice down, doll,” he breathed in your ear. “The restaurant was an accident...for the most part. And that kiss was an effort to save us. Plus I didn’t hear you complaining during any of it.”
“Yeah, well-well you’re...you’re such an asshole!”
“Good comeback, babe,” he chuckled. The elevator door opened and he pulled away. He had a happy smirk on his face as he sauntered back to the room.
Your head was spinning from the events this evening and you just wanted to get in bed. Bucky didn’t even wait for you to go into the bathroom before he started to change so you hurried in before you saw something you didn’t want to see...or did you?
You paused before you changed from your dress just to take a breath. What the fuck was happening? Your feelings were all over the place and you didn’t know how to sort them. You splashed some water on your face to try and snap yourself out of the daze you were in. A powerful vibration shot through your body making you shriek and grasp the counter.
“I’m gonna kill you!” You screamed when you heard Bucky laughing outside the door.
“Sorry, doll,” he chuckled. You quickly took the panties off and threw them at the door with a soft thud. You could hear him cackling outside so you hurried to get changed and you burst through the door. He was sitting on the bed with the remote in his hand and a smirk on his face.
You glared at him for a moment before launching yourself at him. You weren’t sure what the goal was but it just felt necessary. You grabbed the remote from his hand and tried to pin him down but he was stronger and easily flipped you onto your back.
“You need to calm down,” he told you. You struggled against him but he put all of his weight on you and held you down.
“I hate you,” you growled.
“No you don’t,” he laughed. “I think you like me quite a bit actually.”
“Bucky, let me go!” You tried to push him off but it was no use. He was pure muscle and dead weight on top of you.
“Say you like me and that you want me,” his voice lowered at the last part.
“You’re insane!”
“Say it and I’ll let you go,” he told you.
“Fine, I like you and I want you. Now let me go!”
“Say it like you mean it,” he replied.
“You’re such a fucking weirdo!” You whined. “I like you, Bucky.”
“And?”
“And I want you.”
“You want me to what?” He asked. He was just frustrating you at this point so you decided to play into his little game.
“I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to use me and make me scream your name. I need you to fuck me, daddy,” you moaned. His grip tightened on your wrists and you could feel something hard against your thigh. He quickly released you and got up, sitting on the other side of the bed. “Daddy? Really?”
“I knew you wanted me,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and threw the remote back into your bag.
“So tomorrow I think we should split up and you can get onto his computer and I’ll find that flash drive,” you told him.
“Works for me,” he mumbled. You laid on your side of the bed and shut off your lamp. You heard Bucky shuffling beside you and soon the entire room was dark. There was an awkward tension between you and you weren’t sure what you were feeling. You felt weird. You can’t possibly be developing feelings for Bucky. Sure, he was attractive but he was a douche and you have Ryan. He’s a nice guy, better than Bucky anyway. Right? Right. You drifted off to sleep that night still in confusion.
When you woke the next morning you felt unusually warm. You wondered if the air had gone out in the night. You tried to roll over but found yourself restrained by something. Not something but someone. Bucky’s arm was tucked around your stomach and his legs were tangled in yours. He was snoring softly in your ear. You sighed and tried to wriggle free but it was useless.
“Bucky? Hey, wake up.” You tapped his arm and he began to stir. He nuzzled into your neck even further and you felt a weird feeling in your stomach. “Bucky!”
“Huh? What?” He mumbled.
“We gotta get up,” you told him.
“Shit,” he groaned as he sat up. You quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready.
The plan was for Bucky to pose as an IT worker that was going to repair your targets computer. Thanks to Tony, the appointment was put into the system. Your part was to sneak into his room and find that flash drive he had last night. You knew where his room was and had a key you swiped from the front desk when you first checked in.
“We meet back here in one hour, okay?”
“Got it,” Bucky nodded. You both went to your respective floors and you thought that your task was going to be easy. What you hadn’t counted on was your target still being in his room. He was supposed to have a lunch meeting but he obviously wasn’t where he was supposed to be. You thought quickly and knew you needed that drive. So you knocked on the door and put on your sweetest smile. You hoped that it was dark enough in the hall last night that he wouldn’t recognize you.
“Yes?” He asked when he opened the door.
“Mr.Vinay! I was scheduled by your assistant, may I come in?” You asked.
“Scheduled for what?” He seemed to be looking you over and you became nervous.
“Your massage, sir,” you purred. He looked surprised but pleased nonetheless.
“Come in then,” he smiled. It sent shivers down your spine but you walked past him. He closed the door as you assessed your surroundings. “So where do you want me?”
“Well, the bed is preferred. Make yourself comfortable while I go wash my hands and I’ll come back and get started,” you smiled. He loosened his tie and winked at you before you hurried off to the bathroom. You washed your hands and sighed. Why couldn’t things just be easy for you? You shook your head and went back into the bedroom where you saw something you never wanted to see. Old man ass. You thought you were going to vomit but you held it down. You sat on the side of the bed and instead of massaging the man, you shoved a needle in his neck. You were so thankful you carried sleep meds on you at all times.
You began your search through the room and found nothing in the bedroom. You went into the living area of the suite and tossed that area too but you came up empty. There was an office area and you hoped that that was the jackpot. You searched all of the drawers and they were useless. You sighed and placed your hand on the desk, knocking a picture frame to the side. You heard a soft click and slide from under the desk. You looked underneath and saw a small drawer had popped open with the flash drive inside. You grabbed it and closed the drawer, wanting to get out quickly. You made your way back to the room and saw Bucky standing outside. He had your bags ready to go.
“About time,” he scoffed.
“Don’t even! I had to look at old man ass so I don’t want to hear any shit from you!”
“Um, what?” He looked confused as hell.
“I’ll explain later, let’s go,” you sighed. You followed Bucky down to the front desk where he checked you out. Once you were back on the jet you finally felt like you could breathe. You were glad that the mission went smoothly but you were more confused than ever. You looked at Bucky in the pilot seat and felt like you needed to figure out if he was feeling weird too.
“Hey, can we talk?”
“About what?” He asked, putting the jet on autopilot and coming back to where you were seated.
“Why did you turn on the underwear at dinner?”
“Technically I didn’t turn them on. That was an accident and I thought I’d be nice and let you finish,” he smirked.
“Then why did you kiss me? Surely you could’ve thought of some other thing to do,” you said.
“I don’t know. I guess it was just on my mind cuz of the whole dinner thing,” he mumbled.
“And when you had me pinned to the bed, daddy?” It was now your turn to smirk.
“I was playing around,” he began to get defensive. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
“It was just- weird. This mission was weird and you’re being weird,” you accused him.
“Bad weird?” His voice got quiet and it took you by surprise. You stood up and began to pace.
“No? I don’t think so,” you answered honestly. “It’s just weird.”
“I really did kiss you because that’s the only thing I could think of in that moment to save our lives. I don’t regret it,” he said.
“I mean- I don’t think it was a bad idea. Definitely worked,” you chuckled.
“Plus you seemed to like it,” he smirked. You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.
“I was just trying to sell it,” you lied. You did enjoy it. A lot. And if you were being honest with yourself you wanted to do it again but those feelings and thoughts were confusing you.
“You sure sold it alright,” he snorted. You settled back into your seat and decided that you had enough of that conversation. Bucky went back to the pilot seat. You flew in silence for most of the ride back until you were just a few minutes away from the compound.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky mumbled. You turned in surprise.
“For what?”
“For not turning off the remote at dinner and then kissing you. And making you say those things back in the room.”
“Apology accepted. It really wasn’t that bad. I mean it was actually pretty good,” you admitted.
“Which part?” He asked, coming to stand over you. Your heart was beating right out of your chest.
“All of it,” you whispered. Before you knew it his mouth was on yours in a feverish kiss. He pulled you out of your seat and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He had you against the wall and memories of the mission came flooding back. How he had you against the wall the night before. How he made you cum from the vibrating underwear. How he wanted to hear how you wanted him. You moaned into the kiss and it only encouraged him further.
You felt his cock hardening against your core as his hips pinned yours to the wall. Your fingers were tangled in his hair and you gave a light pull and he groaned. You wanted to hear it again so you tugged harder.
“Careful, (y/n), you might start something you can’t finish,” he growled.
“Oh, I’m sure I can finish,” you smirked. You crashed your lips to his once again and he sat down in your previous seat so you were straddling him. You repositioned yourself so you were straddling his thigh. You began to grind against his leg and the friction felt amazing. His hands found your hips as he helped guide your movements. Your breath quickened along with your heart rate as you sped up your movements. Bucky could tell that you were close so he pulled you tighter against him. The feeling of his body so close to yours, his mouth devouring your own, and his thick thigh against your core was too much and it threw you over the edge. Your body trembled in his arms and Bucky was certain he’d cum in his pants. You fell limp against him after a moment more and the only sounds that filled the room were your breathless sighs. That is until the jet landed and you heard the engine shut off.
You scrambled to your feet and backed away from Bucky who seemed to have a sad look on his face. He quickly recovered and got up, grabbing his bag. The door opened and you followed him down the ramp to the waiting team.
“Hey, guys! How’d the mission go?” Sam asked.
“Good.”
“Fine.” You both mumbled.
“Hey, Mr.Barnes, it looks like you spilled a little something on your pants,” Peter pointed out. Your face dropped as you noticed the wet patch on Bucky’s thigh.
“Huh, looks like I did get a little wet,” he nodded with a glance in your direction. He wanted to finish what you guys started on the jet but he wasn’t even sure what that was. You had kissed twice in the past twenty-four hours and he wanted to do it again. And again. And again.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you as you put away some of your gear. Your hair was tousled and your lips were still swollen from the kiss. And if he wasn’t mistaken there was still a bit of tremble in your hands and wobble in your step. He was about to go over to you when he was stopped in his tracks. Ryan came bounding past the team and straight over to you.
“I’m so happy to see you made it back safely,” he smiled brightly at you.
“Oh hey! You didn’t have to wait up for me but thank you,” you forced a smile. You were tired and confused, just wanting your own bed to sleep away some feelings. Or maybe to have a certain super soldier in to help you work out those feelings. Either way, you didn’t have to energy to deal with Ryan.
“I thought maybe you could come to my place tonight. I’ll cook and maybe you could stay over,” he said hopefully. Bucky was staring straight at the two of you while Steve stared at him. Steve had never seen that look on Bucky’s face before...the look of jealousy.
“I’m not sure. I’m still tired from the mission,” you lied.
“I insist! Why don’t you go to your room and change and I’ll meet you in the garage,” he said. You looked at your outfits, simple leggings, and a T-shirt. Why did you have to change?
“Ry-“
“I insist!” He began to usher you to the door so you just sighed and went along with it. Worst case scenario he fed you some shitty food and you pass out on his couch. You’d deal with everything tomorrow.
“Hey, where’s (y/n) going?” Steve asked.
“She’s going to get changed and then come over to my place. I hope you don’t mind me stealing her away,” Ryan chuckled.
“Oh that’s fine,” Steve said.
“Thanks for returning her in one piece, man. I appreciate it,” Ryan said as he patted Bucky on the back. “I’ll try to do the same.” Bucky wanted to punch him when he added a wink after his joke. He was furious. How could you just kiss him and then run off to fool around with Ryan?
Bucky felt like an idiot. He should’ve known that you weren’t actually interested in him. He felt like he had been played and he hated that feeling. He stormed off without saying a word, leaving Ryan with a confused look while Steve just felt sorry for his friend.
Bucky was going to make sure he got the thought of you out of his head. So while you were off having sex that evening he was going to too. He needed to find the one thing that could get you out of his head. Another woman.
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Sero Week Day 1
@sero-week
Older Sero / Embarrassed
The Legend of DKFSTA
(posted on WST cuz I couldn’t wait on mine)
Disclaimer:
This Fic is trash—beautiful trash which I adore and would die for—but trash nonetheless. This fic has not been beta’d in any way, shape or form. Expect type-os, punctuation abnormalities, continuity issues and possible/probable OOC issues. At the end of this fic I will give you the template in order to play this dumb game. (it’s the same one I posted last night.)
Also, I was going to add reaction images but they were breaking up the story so I left ‘em out, if you want the reaction image version hit me up and I shall post it.
Anyway you guys have been warned lol rated T
Word Count: 4.4k
Read it on Ao3
“I’m sorry this game is called what now?” Sero asked incredulously as he joined Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tooru, Uraraka and Tsu in common room. He agreed to join in on their collective sleepover for no other reason than to make sure certain “individuals” (one individual if we’re being honest) wouldn’t mess with them. However, the girls decided to sweeten the deal by promising to watch one of Sero’s favorite movies. It was kind of a guilty pleasure movie, so the offer was pretty appealing. And well look it may seem like a small thing but… the kid was a little lonely lately, and he was sure that this would be the one thing to cheer him up! Right?
Wrong.
What he would soon discover, was that there was a catch. Of course there was. Poor Sero… This is the tale of how he got dragged into playing the insidious game he would ever be cursed to participate in.
“I told you it’s called D-K-F-S-T-A.” Mina rolled her eyes
“That is not the name you used at all.” Sero said pointedly
“Well, whatever. Look it’s fun I promise.” Mina’s demonic like grin suggested that this game in particular was anything but fun.
“Mina, I love you, but your definition of “fun” is far different from others’.”
“He’s got a point.” Jirou said in a bored tone, “Although, I gotta admit the game is kind of fun. In a very dumb way. Unless you’re too chicken.”
“Are you trying to pull a me right now?” Ser asked, “I’ve done this enough times to Bakugou to know what you’re doing. But hell I don’t see the harm if you it’s alright...”
“SERIOUSLY?!” Mina screeched, “I’ve been your bestie since year one and you trust Jirou’s opinion over mine?!?!???”
“Mina.” Sero eyes locked onto hers, “Do me a favor and, think back to last week when you and Kaminari thought it would be fun to—
Mina put her hand over Sero’s mouth,“Ok-OK! Fair point! We don’t need to talk about that.”
Momo, Jirou, Uraraka, Tsu and Tooru all gave the two of them the most terrified glance. They sort of wanted to know what Sero was going to say but at the same time… they didn’t want to know. So they just left it at that, and hopefully the actual event was not as insane as what they were imaging, but knowing the meme queens...
“Alright fine, whatever so like how to I play this? Is it like MKF?” Sero’s eyes widened when all of the girls groaned at the same time.
“Why the hell didn’t we just play it like that!?” Tooru yelled
Uraraka face palmed, “That would have saved so much time.”
“Because it’s not as scientific that way!” exclaimed Mina
“Oh yes, because the ancient method of Mash is much more “scientifically accurate.” Jirou said complete with air quotes as Momo chuckled beside her.
“Scientifically accurate?” Sero asked.
“It determines your soulmate DUH, same as MASH, but you know better.” said Mina.
“Right…”
“This is too silly I’m going to bed, night guys.” Tsu said going to sleep for the night. Everyone wished her a good night and Sero wanting this to be over so they could just watch the dang movie already. He again picked his favorite guilty pleasure movie—a romantic comedy—what? He’s allowed to like ‘em jeez! Half the damned reason he agreed to this was because a) he knew he wouldn’t be judged and b) he wanted someone to watch it with him and this was the perfect place! Oh well, this game can’t take that long right?
“Okay, guys seriously? Just tell me how to play.”
“You got it my Office Supply Guy!” Mina beamed as Sero shook his head, “So here is how you play. You give me a list of 10 people you like as platonically ONLY. Then you give me a list of another 10 people but this time it’s people you find hot—or well: attractive, aesthetically pleasing and/or who you would hypothetically/potentially would want to date. Then, you give me 2 sets of numbers 1-10, then a set of 6 numbers in random order from 1-10.”
Sero was trying very, very hard not to laugh, this sounded fucking ridiculous, “Oh, is that all?”
Jirou smirked as Tooru, Uraraka and Momo stifled their giggles
“You guys—just come on okay? I’ve been trying to get the guys to play this but Kirishima knows better, Bakugou would never and Kaminari doesn’t have the attention span for it.”
“Mina. I barely have the attention span for this, so what am I supposed to do again? List 10 friends or whatever? Also wait what do you mean Kirishima knows better, cuz I’m not gonna lie that is more than mildly concerning.”
“Duh, Kirishima and I went to the same middle school, remember?! We all got bored and played it there all the time.” said Mina “But to answer your other question yeah, give me 10 people you aren’t attracted to.”
“Okay easy: You, Kaminari, Bakugou, Kirishima—
“Noooo you can’t put Bakugou and Kirishima on the same list.”
“What? Why?”
“Because they’re dating! You match up people in the first set you name with the second—trust me it’ll all be clear when we start.”
“Mina, none of this is clear, you do realize that, right??” Sero said feeling like his eyes were ready to roll out of their sockets
“In Mina’s defense it does make more sense as you play.” Uraraka smirked. See that should have been the first sign that something was wrong with this game. Uraraka never smirked, and if he were being honest… it was the most terrifying thing he’d ever seen.
Sero sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “okay fine, so leave them off?”
“Or you put one on this list and the other one on the, people you wouldn’t mind dating list.”
“Or the ‘hotties list’ as she called it when we she made me play it.” Jirou rolled her eyes.
“Right, okay so my list of friends who I do not want to date take two: You, Kaminari, Jirou—”
“Ouch, me I get but you’re putting Jirou on the platonic list?”
Sero went red, “I—I don’t mean I don’t think Jirou’s unattractive I just—Jirou and I fist bump, I feel like once you’re in the fist bump zone that means you’re buddies for life and that’s kind of it and I—”
“Mina, can you stop torturing him?” Momo asked.
“Yeah, otherwise we’ll never get to the actual game and then no movie.” Jirou yelled in Sero’s defense, “No worries Sero, I feel exactly the same way.” Jirou fist bumped him in solidarity, besides she’s ashamed to admit it but she was pretty excited to see who Sero would be matched up with in the end.
“Okay. Fiiiiiiiine. So Sero on your first list you have: me, Kaminari, Jirou and you need 7 more people.
“Seven… right, uh…Tokoyami, Tetsutetsu… um… shit this is hard!”
“Right?!” Tooru squeaked, “It’s actually really hard to list all of these people! Oh but yeah you can totally list us under the friends list.”
Sero blushed, “Well… like what if I dunno I’ve had a crush or two on some of you—from like first year.”
“Oooooh who?!”
“Uraraka and Momo…”
Momo and Uraraka blushed, “Aw Sero!” Mina squealed.
Sero, realized he should have trusted his instincts. This insidious “game” was a trap. “H-heh, so okay how many more people do you need?” look into editing
“Well, let’s see, we have you—
“What? I didn’t list myself.”
“Yeah, I listed you—MASH rules the host can add one person to each list—now shush. You have listed: You, Me, Kaminari, Jirou, Tokoyami, Tetsutetsu. Great! Four more to go!”
“Tooru, Uhhhh… Oh! Camie, Inasa, and Shinsou! Done.”
“With the first list you are, and aww I’m glad you and Shinsou are friends! I feel badly that he didn’t get moved up to the Hero class sooner.”
“Yeah me too he’s a really great guy, and wait I gotta do the same thing in the other list?”
“Yep! So if you would please list of the people you could potentially see yourself being with, and/or you find cute.”
“Aw Jeez, what is this the most complicated game known to man?” Sero said exasperated AF, “Fine. But Mina? I’m giving you this list once and only once and if you miss somebody then that’s your fault and you have to fill in the damn gap.”
“Ok, ok, I got it… go!”
“Uhhhhh, ok, Momo, Kendou, Uraraka, Iida, Shouji, Ojiro, Awase, Shindou, and um… um. N-Natsuo?”
“Natsuo… as in Todoroki’s older brother?”
“Yeah, I mean, I guess? I mean he’s pretty cute, and I’m running out of people to name.”
“He’s four years older!”
“Again, you said people I thought were cute! He’s cute it totally counts! I’m not saying I’m gonna jump his bones or anything! Anyway, that’s ten right?”
“Nope that’s nine but since you choose a slightly older Todoroki, I am putting our Todoroki.”
“Y-You can’t do that.”
“Oooooh yes I can and I am.”
“Fine, I change those last two, to um—um…”
“Nope, no take backs and you took way too long on the friends list, this is the list of hotties you are stuck with.” Mina gave a mock innocent smile
“You’re only freaking out about it because you have to deal with Todoroki being on the list.” said Jirou struggling to hold back a laugh
“And the only reason he only put Natsuo on because it’s safer option.” Momo said coyly, “ You chose him because it means you wouldn’t have to say Shouto.”
Sero went red, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“That you like him… a lot” Uraraka chirped
“I do not. I mean yeah we’re friends, just friends.”
“Mhmm… sure.” Tooru laughed
“You guuuuuys!”
“Seroooo!”
“Ugh, sure whatever you say can we just finish the stupid game? Random numbers?”
“Yep 10 random numbers 1-10 2x plus 6 random numbers 1-10” Mina clicked her pen a couple of times and Sero rolled his eyes for probably the umpteenth million time during this dumb game and spouted out numbers. What the actual fuck had he been thinking when he agreed to this shit?
“Alright! Now we can start!” Mina squealed with glee, “So here’s what’s going on, the first two number sequences you gave me? Well, they match up to names on either of the two lists. So I’m going to give you two names aaaaaand you’re going to tell me if you’d think they’d be a good couple or not.”
Sero blinked, “What?”
“Sero, you’re not a dumb guy, stop acting like it. Okay, you for example got paired up with oooooh Shouji.”
“I’m going to say this again. What?”
“So your name was first on the friends list, and when you gave me the list of 10 numbers you said the number 2 first. That effectively gave you the number 2 and on the other list, you named Shouji fifth but in the number sequence you said the number 2 fifth. Hence you getting paired with Shouji. So now I’m going to give you couples based on number matches and lol you’re going to tell me if you think they’d be a cute couple or not, and I record your answer as yes or no.”
“Okay, I suppose that makes sense… so what the fuck does D-K-F-S-T-A stand for.” Sero filled with dread the likes of which he had never felt before, When Mina answered. “Oh that, heh you’ll see.”
Sero swallowed hard, “O-Okay?”
“Great, so do you see you and Shouji together?”
Sero did not miss the fact that they were all silently laughing at his misery, he also didn’t miss that he was going to have a fun time explaining all of his answers, “Yes…”
“Oh my god I knew it.” Tooru squealed
Sero groaned, “He’s a nice guy okay?!”
“Right and kissing him during truth or dare last month has nothing to do with it?” Jirou playfully punched his arm.
“Sh-Shut up Jirou! Unless you want me to pull out some receipts on all of you.”
“Fair enough.”
“Ok, ok next, oh oh wow lol nope,” Mina laughed.
“What?”
“Me and Ojiro.”
“Oh, definitely not, Ojiro deserves better.”
“HEY!”
The room burst out in fits of giggles.
“Kaminari and Iida.”
“Huh, yeah kinda—wait actually nope, def not. They get along super well and I love both of them a lot but I feel like they’d be missing chemistry?”
“Oh same,” said Ochako.
“Right?” said Sero
Mina wanted to get to the “good” part of the game so she interrupted, “Jirou and HA! Natsuo.”
Before Jirou could even open her mouth Sero said “No. I didn’t realize it was gonna be like this, you guys were right he’s way too old.”
“Not old enough for you to have a semi crush on him.” Jirou smirked
“No, that’s Todoroki Shouto you’re thinking of.” Momo giggled
“Would you guys shut up about that? Look okay yes, I’ve stayed over at his house a couple of times and yes—”
Mina’s widened in shock “He let you stay at his house?!”
“Well uh—yeah when his dad’s not home. Listen remember during our last break? My parents got the dates all mixed up, and they were out of the country. I was just gonna stay at the UA dorms but Endeavor was on a mission in Osaka and Todoroki insisted I come home with him. Natsuo and Fuyumi are really nice, I actually owe them my weight’s worth in grocery money for sure but they wouldn’t let me pay for anything. So—why are you all looking at me like that?”
“Oh nothing” Momo smiled oh-not-so-innocently
“Absolutely Nothing.” Jirou shrugged her shoulders
“Not a thing.” Uraraka said her hand propping up her chin in mock contemplation.
“Nothing at all.” Tooru hummed
Mina didn’t care about subtlety and just plunged in, “So... you’re like sure there’s nothing going on with you and Todoroki?”
“Is this seriously what we’re going to be talking about the whole night?” Sero said desperately trying to calm himself down to rid his cheeks of the epic blush that was currently decorating his face.
“Depends, when you uh stayed over at his place… did you guys sleep in his room?”
Sero opened his mouth to offer some sort of a response but his words died before they could reach his lips. He instantly made a tight lipped smile and refused to look at any of them.
“OH MY GOD!”
“It wasn’t like that!”
“Honestly Sero, you are hopeless.” Mina shook her head, “Okay, Tooru and Kendou.”
“No, not really, you guys don’t talk enough.”
“Yeah that’s fair.” Tooru yawned in agreement, “Aw man... guys I hate to tap out early but I’m exhausted, pleeeeease you have to tell me how this ends.”
“Oh you know it girl, sweet dreams!”
They all wished Tooru good night which luckily let Sero have enough time to collect himself for the next onslaught of questions. He thought he was prepared, he thought it must be close to finishing right? He could do this… well that’s what he thought before he heard Mina cackle.
“Oh god who with who” Sero dreaded asking.
“Tokoyami and Uraraka.”
Everyone cracked up at that because well no matter who Uraraka ended up with, unless it was with Midoriya it was gonna be a no (and the boy wasn’t even listed).
“Lol nope, she has eyes for only one person on this earth.”
“Sh-Shut up!”
“Oooooh ok, I see, so it’s okay to humiliate me, but not you.”
“Well duh I’m not the one playing the game.”
“Yeah well—
“Sero stop arguing with Uraraka, the faster we get through this the faster we can—Oh My God,” Mina struggled to keep a straight face, “Shinsou and Shindou.”
Everyone cackled, and admitted to himself internally that maybe this game wasn’t that bad.
“You know what? Weirdly enough, I kinda see it. If only for the reason that Shinsou wouldn’t let that smug good looking asshole get away with shit.”
“You do realize you and Shindou kinda look alike,” Momo offered.
“No we don’t?”
“You kinda do though,” said Jirou.
“We do not, what drugs are you all taking?”
“We aren’t on drugs, you guys do look a little alike and It’s not a bad thing.” Ochako chimed in.
“I’m aware, he’s nice looking, but I mean we don’t.”
“Sero…” Mina for the first time that night gave him a soft look.
“What?”
“We know why you’re saying that, you’re good looking!”
“I’m fine looking.”
“Sero.”
“Moving on please.”
“Ugh fine, oh! Camie and Momo!”
“Awwww, that would be kind of adorable.”
“She is pretty…” Momo sighed wistfully
“You know I could set something up, right?” said Sero
“No no! That’s okay!”
“You sure?”
“I could set you up with Todoroki,” Momo countered.
“We room next to each other so like lol if that were ever to become a thing, which it won’t. I swear I’m a big boy, I’m more than capable to do it on my own.”
“Yes, because you’re so good at telling someone you like them,” said Jirou.
“You know what Jirou? Those who live in glass houses…” He gave her a pointed look causing her to mutter some choice insult phrases Sero’s way.
“Moving on,” Mina hastily smoothed over, “Oh! Inasa and Todoroki.”
“Yeah I can see it heh,” Sero shrugged, “considering they dated for a bit this summer.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, they like had a lot of fun and like I-I dunno they kept trying to make it work and it was really hard though... because of the distance. But yeah like yeah they were a thing, I think they ended it for good but I don't know...” Sero shrugged, "I'm pretty sure Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima were supposed to meet up with Inasa tonight, maybe Camie too. They might get back together, and like that would be nice..."
“Oh Sero…”
“Why are you “Oh Sero-ing” me? They make each other happy, plus it’s not like I have a stake in this.”
“Sero, it’s okay you can admit you like him, who are we going to tell?” Momo asked gently placing her hand on his back. Sero couldn’t look at her so he just responded with, “He’s my friend. How many times do I have to say that? Of course I like him, but like just as a friend. I didn’t put him on the other list you guys did, anyway...” The girls gave him a look but Sero gave them his winning smile, “who is next in this crazy game or is that it?”
“Alright…” Mina hesitated, wanting so very desperately to make sure Sero was okay. Yeah they messed with each other a lot but Sero was family to her… but the boy was stubborn as hell so she just moved forward. “Okay! Oh god! Satou and Awase!”
“LOL nope. They’d like run out of things to talk about in 5 minutes or less, so is that it?”
“No! Now, we get to the really fun part.”
“The really fun part? Oh hell, the fuck is “the fun part.””
“Yup give me 6 random numbers 1-10.”
“Mina, you totally made this game up.”
“I DID NOT! You can ask Kirishima!! I swear! We played this in middle school all the time!!!”
“What hell dimension did you guys go to middle school???”
“Oh just come on!!! You’re taking forever!”
“Because you keep talking!”
“This is ridiculous,” said Momo, “Give me the notebook Mina I’ll do it from here.”
“Oh good idea he’ll answer you without a fuss.”
“I’m not making a fuss!”
“Kinda are.”
Sero rolled his eyes and gave the random numbers to Momo, “Ok what do I need to do now?”
“Answers these honestly AND you have to explain your answer.”
“O-Okay?”
“Would you date Ojiro?”
“No, I mean he’s awesome but… it’s just… I know he has a crush on someone else and it would feel really weird if I went in there and asked him out. Like it just seems very inconsiderate and like… you know why bother asking a friend you know isn’t into you out? It will just wreck the friendship, and yeah, like who wants that, you know?”
There was a collective aw from all of the girls and Ochako reached out for Sero’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about feelings you may or may not have for someone?”
Sero sighed, “I appreciate your attempt at ambiguity Uraraka, but um, lol yeah we’re not going there, because there are only so many times I can tell you all he’s just a friend without taping you all to the ceiling.”
“Okay would you kiss...” Momo blinked before continuing. “Oh me!”
“I would.” Sero smiled and kissed Momo on the cheek.
Momo giggled, “Aw shucks Sero.”
He snorted, “Never say that again.”
“Yeah I regretted it the instant I said it, thank you for the kiss.” She playfully shoved his shoulder with his.
“Oh anytime lol.”
“Okay would you go to First Base with Natsuo.”
Sero’s eyes bugged out of his skull, “Nooooo. DEAR GOD NO! Like you guys said he’s like 4 years older! AND I DIDN’T REALIZE IT WAS GONNA BE LIKE THIS!!!”
“Right well, now you know for next time.”
“What makes you think I’m ever playing this stupid game ever again?”
“Because it’s ridiculous, it’s fun, and again it will determine your soulmate!" Mina said in a sing-songy tone, "Now. Would you go to second base with Awase.”
Sero went pale as a sheet, looked away and mumbled out his answer.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I said… w-well, since it’s already happened I guess I gotta say yes.” Sero rubbed the back of his neck
“I’m so sorry, what?!?!!!?” They collectively screeched
“Uh. Details. Now. When the heck did this happen?!?!?!!!” Jirou demanded
"Ugh, ok... so... remember that time we had training with 2-b last trimester? The one off campus? We had that party? Awase and I got matched up for seven minutes in heaven and like neither of us had really kissed someone with tongue before… So like yeah we um started kissing and um then… u-um well... like we progressed to um making out and it was n-nice.” Sero swallowed hard, “And OK SURE maybe we got a little carried away in the moment—but like!!! IT WAS ONLY THAT LIKE ONE TIME AND NOTHING HAPPENED WE JUST MADE OUT and had somewanderinghands BUT NOTHING BELOW THE BELT!!!”
“OH MY GOD HOW HAVE YOU NEVER TOLD US THIS BEFORE?!”
“WELL YOU WERE AT THE PARTY!!!”
“Oh my god this makes so much sense now, you looked like a rumpled mess. Did you guys ever try dating after?” Momo pressed.
“W-we might have made out a couple more times, but that was it. There was kind of no romantic feels there, as much as I wanted there to be then I could have just moved on from–”
“From?” asked Jirou.
“Nothing, no one, it doesn’t matter. Next question?”
“Would you go to Third with HA omfg Shindou.”
“Well for one, ew no. You guys said he looks like me and I can’t ever unsee that and it’s so weird to think about now. And two, he is much of an asshole as he is amazing to look at, absolutely not. Can you imagine? He’d allude it to everyone anyway. Not say it outright because you know “his image™.”
“Oh god what a nightmare yeah, besides he doesn’t deserve you.”
“Awwwwwww Mina, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“IT IS NOT I’VE SAID PLENTY OF NICE THINGS TO YOU IN THE PAST.”
“Uh-huh after you’re done torturing me that is.”
Mina gaped at him like he’d just slapped her, “RUDE.”
“Okay Sero, last one.” Momo laughed and then her eyes widened, “Oh my god. Okay just know that I did not do this on purpose. This is actually just who you got.”
“O...kay?”
“Would you go all the way with Todoroki?”
“Wh-what?”
“Would you–
Sero blinked, and interrupted, “No, I’m not answering that. There is no right answer for that. If I say no, you’re going to say I’m in denial or some bullshit.”
“You are totally in denial,” said Mina.
Sero glared, at Mina before sighing, “And if I give you my logical answer, you’re gonna make a big deal out of it and I’d rather not do this. It’s–look can we just pretend that like I said whatever you want me to say and we can move onto the movie or something?”
“But after you finish this one then we calculate your “soulmate”, with you know science.” Jirou smiled
“Right. Science. Weren’t you the one to point out how BS this concept of “MASH science” is?”
“Well yeah but this is the last one and like we don’t mean to actually bother you about this.”
“Aw yeah, come on Sero, we promise we won’t make this into a big deal. Besides it’s not fun to poke fun if you’re not actually having fun ya know?” Mina gave a very OVER enthusiastic grin, which melted Sero’s misgivings
“Oh alright.” He took in a deep breath, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Hypothetically? I would–hypothetically–b-because we’re friends and I know he wouldn’t laugh at me, or make me feel more self conscious than I already am. And that yeah, it would be awkward as hell, and sure it would be ridiculous, but it would be like nice? I don’t know, I just trust him, and I think if hypothetically we would do that… then like it would maybe even be fun? Or… I don’t know I just can’t really see even saying yes to anyone but him...” When he looked up he saw the girls’ mouths gaping, and he instantly looked away completely missing the girls’ waving and signaling for him to STOP.
“I-It like wouldn’t be weird I guess? Again, like I trust him and I-I dunno. I just think going all the way with Todoroki would feel natural instead of… terrifying ya know? And--”
Finally Mina screeched, “HI TODOROKI HOW’RE YOU DOING?!”
Everyone went completely still as Sero turned around with a breakneck speed only to see that Todoroki was not in fact out with Kirishima, Bakugou, Camie and Inasa. He was instead, standing right behind him looking pretty bewildered slapped across his face. All that could be heard next was Sero softly uttering, “o-oh fuck.”
#sero week 2018#seroroki#sero hanta#mina ashido#jirou kyouka#momo yaoyorozu#Ochako Uraraka#todoroki shouto#todosero#sumblr party fic#sleepover fic#with the#chaotic evil energy of a chat fic
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Season 1: Chapter Nine
Previous Chapter — First Chapter
Miles
It didn't matter that I was just shy of turning 44 years old. The University of Oregon campus was nearly 300 acres of property housing nearly 23,000 students from around the world. Sure, the majority were teens and young adults, but there was no shortage of older individuals seeking education. More so, I didn't have to be a student. I could be a teacher, a maintenance worker, the IT guy, even a fuckin' janitor. For all anyone knew, I belonged here. And the way I walked through those grand, window-framed doors - people knew. I had a purpose.
Showing no signs of hesitation, fear, or confusion, I waltzed my way throughout the campus. For nearly an hour, I roamed the campus freely and without even batting an eyelash to any other person. I was mostly ignored by those who did notice me. But for most, it was like I didn't even exist - just like the rest of them. I was just another body in a mass of humans.
But I was here for a reason, and that was to fulfill a job and keep a promise; an agreement that got me freedom in 6. Kyle Turner. Kyle fucking Turner. "Fuckin' football prick raped my niece and got off scot-free," as Correctional Lieutenant Dave Ward would say. The very first words of his that changed the course of my history at Oregon State Pen. And I had read the reports, the articles, the media frenzy - all in prison. I knew what he had done, and he was guilty. But a fully-paid scholarship and a hell of a lot of "hush-money" got him nothing. Not even a smack on the wrist. He walked. Went free. And Ward's niece? Well, things didn't go so great for her. Fearing him, she refused her admittance into UofO, afraid she would see him again.
So the fucker had to die. And now it was finally time.
Approaching the glass doors of the Performance Center, I made a fatal mistake. Reaching my hand out to pull on the handle, the door stayed shut. It creaked as I tried to open it - but it was locked.
"Uh, hello?" A large football player called to me in his confusion, his mouth agape and his eyes squinted as he made his approach. He was as heavy as he was tall; his long, afro-style hair alone adding inches to his height. "This building is for authorized personnel only..." He said to me, pulling a plastic card from behind him and slipping it through the swipe-pad beside the door. The pad flashed green and the door clicked. Unlocked. This place was advanced, way more security than I could have ever imagined. University of Oregon had changed in the last 6 years.
Turning to him, I gave a toothy grin and begin to chuckle. "Boy do I feel old, huh." He looked at me, cautiously as he stood before the door. But I didn't let him disappear into the building before I extracted needed information. "I'm actually lookin' for someone - maybe you can help me..." I iterated, "One of your football mates, Kyle Turner."
The player gave me a saucy eye glare. "What about him?"
Pausing, I conjured the biggest load of shit I could muster up in 0.2 seconds. "My niece, you know-" I started to chuckle, so much so that it interrupted my speech. "Ah man, this is embarrasing on her part, but she's... she's a HUGE fan of his. And I mean HUGE. She has posters of him all over her room, you know?"
"Uh-huh..." Little interest from him. Only suspicion. But I didn't let him get another word in.
"I mean she's just nuts for college football. Strange for a girl, no? I guess the world is changin' and I'm far behind. Heh, heh, heh." I chuckled again, trying to fluster the boy with too much information for him to process. "But ANYWAYS -" I continued, "Her birthday's comin' up and I was hopin' to get maybe a... you know... surprise appearance from him?" There was a look of confusion on the poor boy's face. "WITH COMPENSATION, of course." Another smile.
"Uhhhhhhhmm, righttttt." He replied. "Let me..." He struggled to respond. Possibly the weirdest request he'd ever received, surely. "Let me go see if he's here. I'll be right back."
"Sure thing, but ah-!" I held my hand up, a signal for him to stop as he reached for the handle. "Allow me," Taking the door by the giant O shape in its handle, I pulled the steel frame open to allow for the jock to head in. In respect to him, I closed it behind him, locking me out of the building once more.
I stood there waiting. Waiting patiently. With my hands stuffed in my pockets, I casually swayed my body and whistled a chirpy hymn. To my surprise, it took only minutes for the door to open again. And out came Kyle fuckin' Turner in the flesh. And he wasn't a teenager anymore. No... He was a man, now.
"Uh, hi-?" Kyle would greet me, without so much as a formal introduction. Fuckin' millennials.
It took me a moment to sink in his appearance. Tall, 6'1, still shorter than me. A big guy, no doubt. But size didn't matter when it came to murder. Only intent, motive, and calculation. "Yes! Kyle Turner." Pulling my hand from my coat pocket, I extended it to him. "My name is Angelo Rossi. It's great to meet you!" Turner took my hand, shaking it as firmly as I was squeezing. But as he had taken my hand in his, I had also raised my other free hand to firmly grip his bicep. A sort of gesture of greeting, but it secretly to scope his muscular size.
"Yeah, thanks." The fucker would respond. Yeah, thanks? Really? Really.
Releasing his hand, I returned my superior 6 foot 3 stance to it's upright position and gave a fake, cheery smile. "My niece, she's a crazy fan." Pulling for my wallet, I slipped out a photograph of a teenage girl. "Her name is Nakoma. She's... half native half Italian, like me. Heh." Kyle took the photo in his hand, his eyebrows raising at the beautiful young lady he saw in the picture. Perfect, interest. "A looker, I know. Causes me more problems, ya know?" I chuckled, taking the photo back. "So listen, I came here hopin' I could hire you. For a job, of sorts."
Kyle crossed his arms before him and looked at me curiously. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, man. I'm organizing Nakoma's 16th birthday and I really want to make it special. She has posters of ya' all around her room and I thought, pffftttt, what better to surprise her with her favorite football player? Every teenage girl's dream, right?" I laughed again, thinking the idea is silly, but might actually work. "Nothin' major. There's be about 30 of her girlfriends there hangin' around the pool-" Realizing it was January, I instantly corrected myself. "Indoor pool, at her father's place. Big place, you know?" Kyle's head was nodding - Still interested. "Figured you can drop by for an hour or so, or even less if you're in a crunch. Sign some autographs, take some pictures. Grab a bite to eat, whatever you want. There'll be plenty of food, cuz, well, Italians, am I right?" Laughing again, Kyle's interest seemed to only be piquing the more bizarre and outlandish the story got.
"Sounds fun." He smiled, bringing his fingers to his lips as he pondered the thought of 30 hot teenage girls in their bikinis. "But uh-" He started to sway. "I don't know-"
"I'll pay you $5,0000. Cash." I confessed. His eyes widened. "$2,500 for showing up. $1,500 for autographs and another $1,000 if you take some selfies. You know' - the girls thing. Selfies, heh." I paused, my eyes growing darker as they remained hidden behind Aviator shades. "What do ya' say? We got a deal?" Swiftly changing tunes, "You know what, don't sweat the decision now. There's a lot of politics in sports, I'm old. I know it." I waved my hand in typical Italian fashion. "You gotta' business card or somethin'?"
"Uh, nah but I can give you my number-" Perfect. A rich white kid, hot-shot jock, AND a moron. This was too easy. Handing him the photo, he retrieved a pen from his pocket and jotted down his digits.
"Wow, thanks man. I appreciate you considering this." I waved the photograph of "Nakoma" and slipped it back into my wallet. "I'll give you a call something this week. Talk it over with your coach or manager or whoever you kids report to, heh." I put my hand out for him to shake again, "And nice meeting you again."
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I found myself roaming the halls of University of Oregon on my attempt to exit the campus. My curious mind sent me further and further into the campus maze - a prestigious multitude of buildings and intricate floor plans; each with its own purpose, meaning, and unique design. Deep in UofO, I stumbled upon the Department of Fine Arts. The halls were brimming from floor-to-ceiling with murals and artwork. Slowing my pace, I stopped to appreciate the work. I had always had an affinity to for paintings.
My eye had always found itself drawn to the color red. Red.
My dark irises wandered the walls, finally pulling towards a large, 5 foot canvas. It soared above me - dazzling in its ocean of red. The painting was of a woman, presumably dripping in blood. A sort of, Queen of the Damned. Intrigued, my eyes shifted to the small plaque stuck to the wall by the corner of the artwork. Nicola Strom. My stomach sunk as my heart skipped a beat.
"Crucifixion." The words rolled off of my lips. My head retracted slowly as my eyes closed. "Mmmm."
— — —
January 20th, 2018 - Five days after release.
Eugene, Oregon had been unusually warm for January. For the most part, it was sunny and rainy on-and-off, with an average high temperature of 45 degrees F. Too warm for snow. At least, not enough sub-zero temperatures to keep it for more than a couple days, anyways. Luckily for this lovely Saturday evening, the rain had stopped early morning and the skies were greeted by a brightening sun.
Kyle parked his Trail-Rated Jeep cruiser in front of the colonial-century home, red-bricked mansion. He ducked his head, looking over the place with his pale eyes as he took in the sheer size of the place. Although Eugene was home to old money - big money - it was also commonly inhabited by the middle class. Whoever owned this place... wasn't a white-collar, middle class citizen.
Exiting his truck, he approached the front door, which was lavishly decorated with a Sweet-Sixteen balloon bundle. A clear indication he was at the right house. As he rang the doorbell, it only took a few seconds before he was greeted by a familiar face. "Mr. Turner." I said, standing tall with my hand cemented firmly on the back of the door. It was the first time he was seeing my hazel-speckled brown eyes.
It was also the last.
"Cute." I blurted, subliminally mocking his uniformed self as my eyes gazed over his full-football get-up. Shredded sleeves to show his pectoral muscles. How sleazy. Helmet and all. How sweet. "Come join the fun." I smirked, guiding him through the front door. "But maybe take off the helmet." Chuckling, Turner cracked a smile as he took a step into the house - which was, unsuspectingly, filled with the sound of laughing girls.
"Too much, huh?" Kyle joked, unclasping the helmet and slipping his head free. His back was to me as I closed the door. "I thought mayb-" The moment he turned to face me, my hand - hidden behind the door the entire time - swung straight for his head. A thin medical syringe pierced into the side of his neck - administered by my right hand - Gloved. Protected.
Injecting the cocktail of muscle relaxants, Kyle quickly deteriorated in a matter of seconds. His initial reaction to grab for my hand, but by the time he could react - it was already too late. He was losing almost all of his muscle ability. One. Two. Three. He hit the ground, unable to move, unable to moan, unable to call for help. With his body curled in the middle of the hallway, his eyes remained open - panicked. Looking down at his 6'1, 200 pound physique - which had been reduced to nothing in just seconds - I shook my head. Pathetic.
His eyes followed my every move. He was conscious. Awake. Aware. I stepped over him and walked past him like he didn't even exist. Stepping into my living room, I smiled at the sound of giggling teenage girls filled the open-concept space. Walking over to the stereo system, I grabbed the remote and clicked - Off. Silence. Girls? What girls. There were no girls.
Returning to his paralyzed figure, I crouched down to brood over him. I tilted my head to the side and grabbed his face between my gloved thumb and fingers. Squeezing his limp cheeks between them as I leaned his head to look at me. "Oh, Kyle." I made clicking noises with the back of my tongue. "Remember her?" Pulling a photograph from my back pocket - Sarah Ward. "Yeahhhhh." I flicked the photo in his face, nearly submitting to my urge to spit on him. "You're gonna die tonight." There was a dark, unforgiving grimace that crept my cheeks. "And it's gonna fuckin' hurt."
Two, single-drop tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Hours had passed. Daylight turned to dark as night loomed over the city. Darkness was here. And it didn't come from the sky, nor the sun.
Using Kyle's keys, I exited the mansion on the quiet, quaint street. E 22nd Avenue - a large strip of homes graciously spread apart; separated by the comfort of many, decades-old trees. I pulled the vehicle into the long driveway, reversing it rear-forward all the way to the side of the house. Two garage doors welcomed the Jeep, closing behind the front of it. It remained utterly hidden, safe within the confines of the home's garage.
It would remain there until 3:45 in the morning, and a storm was brewing.
The sound of the garage door sliding gurgled as it swayed open. Keeping the lights of the Jeep off, I placed it into drive and pulled it out of my driveway. The garage door closed behind me automatically, dismissing any evidence it had ever harbored a crime scene. My heart remained regular - beating as it would driving any other vehicle, on any other day, under any other circumstances.
Humming, I drove the few blocks between the mansion and the University Campus. The Jeep came to the vehicle entrance of the Oregon Autzen Football Stadium. Like everything within the Performance Center, it required a swipe card to be unlocked and accessed. Holding out Kyle Tuner's card, I flicked it between the pad and waited. Flashing green, the gates to the field slid open. Although forbidden to bring any vehicles directly on to the terrain, it was 3:50 in the morning, on a Saturday. Too late for any players to be hangin' around during off-season, and too early for any maintenance workers or cleaners to begin their services. It was pitch-black, and between the sticky snow and the blowing winds - visibility was poor.
Reversing the trail-rated wrangler, I slowly backed it up on to the field, parking the trunk of the vehicle directly in front of the brightly-yellow painted goal-post. Exiting the vehicle, I was dressed from head-to-toe in Kyle's football uniform, with the addition of a black long-sleeved T-shirt underneath. No tattoos were visible. Virtually nothing about me was recognizable. For all intensive purposes, I could very well be Kyle Turner.
Unlatching the trunk, it swooshed open. There lay the true Kyle Turner. The flesh and blood. And there was a lot of blood.
Taking the thick, twisted rope in my hand, I ran it from the back of the truck to the goalpost. Tossing it over the post's T-center, I caught it back in my hand and ran it back to the truck. The end of the rope was supported by a curled grappling hook. Kneeling behind the trunk, I fastened the hook to the hitch on the Jeep and found my way back to the driver's seat. Pushing the gears into drive, I slowly began to inch the vehicle forward until the rope strained - pulling viciously with the weight. Metal to the floor, I forced the truck into overdrive, suddenly gunning it forward and sending the object in the trunk to veer out of the vehicle. Decelerating the tracks, I watched in my review mirror as the item - two strong planks of crossed wood - reeled up against the T in the yellow goalpost. As it mounted to perfect height, I slammed the Jeep in park, and swiftly - excitedly- hopped out of the truck.
It started slow at first, my heavy, rumbling laughter. But it evolved, soon developing into a magnified, thrill-infused maniacal cackle. Victory.
— — —
January 21st, 2018 - The Discovery.
The lights to the stadium flickered on - lighting the dark early-morning. The sun would not rise for another hour. And for a group of football jocks mucking their way to football practice, it would be a morning they would never forget.
Wailing. Loud, incessant, uncontrollable wailing. The sound of screaming echoed throughout the stadium; hair-raising in its velocity, and intensity. The scene brought a grown, 21-year old man to his knees. Vomit projected from his chapped lips as he puked vehemently on the immaculate, freshly-snowed grass - staining it flaxen. It brought a wave of nausea to the entire team. Some cried, some collapsed, some gagged, heaved, hurled. But most... most stood in shock.
Hailed before them was the body of Christ - a crucifixion of their most valued team member. There lay the body of Kyle Turner, naked and colorless, with only the stain of bleeding red that covered his postmortem flesh.
His genitals were mutilated. His penis split in three different directions. He had been completely castrated; his balls were absent entirely from his groin. An indescribable amount of blood has been loss at its expense, leaving a blood-pour of red human serous to cascade down his legs. Cause of death? Blood loss. Slow, agonizing, harrowing blood loss.
The cross hung from the center of the goalpost, the snow beneath his purple-faded feet red with blood. His hands were staked on either side; his ankles crossed and tied. His neck - the same color as his bruised toes - was mounted by barbed wire. His head bore the same fate - crowned like that of Christ with blood trickling from his scalp.
RAPIST - Carved with a knife in to his forehead.
SINNER - The words dripped from his abdomen in crusting blood, beginning to harden... but still moist. Fresh.
— — —
"Shocking news this morning on KVAL-13." Smitha George - Live News Reporter, would announce on national television. "A tragedy has occurred at University of Oregon. Senior Football Quarterback Kyle Turner, Star of the Oregon Ducks, was found brutally murdered at the campus stadium." She would go on, standing unshaken in the parking lot of the Performance Center. "Police have ruled the case a homicide after teammates found Tuner's mutilated body crucified on the goal-post of the end field." Spilling too much information for her own good - reporters classically interfered with investigations; often jeopardizing their efforts. "His hands and feet were reportedly pinned to a wooden cross, and his head wrapped in barb wire. Teammates report that the words "Rapist" and "Sinner" were carved on his body..."
"... And that his eyes and lips were painted red, with blood."
"Turner's vehicle, a Black 2017 Jeep Wrangler - was found abandoned at the scene. Police are looking for any information that may aid their efforts in solving this terrible case." She paused, staring into the camera as her words fed into the lives of millions of Oregon residents. "I'm Smitha George, reporting LIVE for KVAL-13 News."
The clip ended.
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Lose To Win Chapter 6: Our Story (HLITF & KBTBB )
Title: Lose To Win Chapter 6: Our Story
Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force
Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery?
MPD’s MC: Mika HIJIKATA
KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA
Characters: Goto, Kaga, Ishigami, Soma, Ayumu, Namba, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota, Kirisawa
Summary: Mika, Kaga and Goto head to the penthouse for their first briefing with the bidders only end up with a heated argument.
Background: Another 6 months later, she was back at the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order)
Notes: Special thanks to my followers and readers who keep reading this series with the lack of smut ;) And like donnaintx says: “Of course we read for the smut but I love to know background info so I can understand the story more. Besides if a long story was all smut how would it be intriguing? There are only so many ways to have sex after all. Smirk. 😊 “
You’ve become my reasons to keep writing and sharing. Also a huge thank you to ladystar0710 , nasica , medievalbingeprincess69 , tsuki-tsundere who have all helped and given me advice in order to make this chapter happen!
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Chapter 1: The Reunion
Chapter 2: RSVP
Chapter 3: Recharge
Chapter 4: Welcome Back
Chapter 5: Decision Of A Lifetime
Chapter 6: Our Story
The nighttime view is so beautiful from here, only if you are in the mood to admire it. Kaga is right, running away is what you do. Gripping the railing as your face and knuckles turn pale, you angrily wipe the tears off your face with the back of your palm. You see it coming and you bloody deserve it, you have left him in the cold all these years without contacting or explaining anything to him. He has every right to be mad and vents in front of everyone.
“Mika?” A tender voice asks from behind as his hand lands on your shoulder but you couldn’t find the guts to turn around. You stand still, taking a deep breath before you answer him.
“I’m fine, Goto.”
His hand moves to your cheek to wipe away your tears, your eyes fix on the city lights as he finally turns you to face him. “You don’t have to pretend in front of me, you know that.”
You bite your lip, forcing yourself not to cry furthermore but he pulls you close with your head resting on his chest. You shut your eyes tightly, like it would prevent the tears from coming. “Thank… you.” You sound so weak and you hate it, especially when all the bidders are one door away.
“You can talk to me, you know?” Goto brushes your hair softly, this is your first time to be in his arms and you’ve never realized how well built he is.
You break away and laugh it off. “Sorry you have to see this side of me, I’ve ruined my make up, haven’t I?”
“Stop!” Goto holds onto your wrist, “Talk to me.”
You look down at your hands and he reluctantly lets go before you sit down slowly on a bench close by. “Would I sound crazy if two people very similar that seem to be perfect… are just …not meant for each other?”
With a wry smile quirking his lips, he lays a hand atop of your head. “I don’t think that’s crazy, it makes total sense.”
Seeing his smiles is enough encouragement for you to begin your side of the story.
Kaga’s POV: Four years ago
Don’t be nervous, I keep telling myself as she walks towards me. When am I supposed to take the ring out? Following her gaze to the Ferris Wheel then back to her beautiful face, so confident, brave and perfect.
“Why are we here, Kaga?”
I click my tongue and pull her close to kiss her, “Why the heck are you calling me Kaga?” She grins and looks around to see we are the only one by the pier.
I slowly get on one knee. Me, on my knee for a woman. Pff, I’d have laughed at whoever think this’d ever be possible but I’m so fucking glad she’s found me, completing me and spending the rest of our lives together is all I’d ever wanted.
“You’re the one who wanna come here remember?” She turns back to find me down on one knee with eyes wide open, I can’t help the curl on my lips at her gasp and oh my god. “Mika Hijikata, will you marry me?”
“Yes!! Yes!!! You idiot!!” She yanks me up as soon as the ring fits perfectly onto her finger, wrapping her arms around my neck and seals my lips for the longest kiss before she finally pulls away.
“See how much I’ve spoiled you, woman? Bringing you here, letting you call me an idiot.” She’s too consumed to notice my nervousness while I hide the rest of my thoughts to myself. I’ve become an idiot but her idiot and it’s all worth it.
Back To Mia’s World
“Of course I’ll marry him, why wouldn’t I?” Your eyes meet with Goto who’s been patiently listening to your story. “We’ve been together forever, not that I have thought about marriage but who else would I want to spend the rest of my lives with apart from Kaga…… Or at least, that’s what I thought.”
You sigh and look the other side where the bidders are secretly peeking through the windows but Kaga is nowhere to be found.
“A week later we had dinner with his sister who announced her pregnancy then it suddenly struck me. Family, do I see myself starting a family with Kaga? Do I see myself as a mother? A housewife?”
Goto’s eyes never leave yours as you continue, “He’d want me to quit and become a housewife but I love my job as much as he does. I don’t want to be the person who sits at home and wonders if he’s gonna make it alive today. I don’t want to turn into the kind of woman who nags and whines that the husband is never home while I know damn well he’s out there saving the country.”
You look at Goto again, his eyes are still fixed on you even when tears start stinging the corners of your eyes.
“I panic.”
You bite your lips, the word panic rarely comes out of your mouth. Not even Mia or Jin know, you phrase it differently. “It’s stupid I know but I panic and I … I just ran. Cuz I already said yes, he’s not going to change his view, that much’s obvious. I… I just called Mia and Jin, left a note and ran as far as I could.”
Goto pulls you to his chest for the second time, probably not the best move since everyone else is watching on the other side and you don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. Being comfort in a man’s arms is dangerous, you know that far too well and distraction is the last thing you need when such important mission is up ahead. Goto has always been a great friend but not close enough for you to tell him about your disappearance at the time, it’s for his own good. Kaga would do anything to find you which is why you leave no details to Mia either.
Pulling back slowly with relief, you thank Goto for listening to your pathetic tale. “It’s not your fault that you panic, we are just human.” Well but it’s coward of you to run off than to talk to Kaga about it. “What’s done is done.” Goto puts a hand on your shoulder, “We can’t change the past. I’m here if you need me, whether to listen, to vent or if you need a shoulder to lean on, I am here. Mika, I’m always here for you.”
You smile, another dangerous move. Does Goto have any idea what he’s saying? Telling a woman he’s always by her side, always available when she needs him. Or do men just say the same things to all women when they comfort them?
Even Ota learns to keep his mouth shut once you return inside and you find Kaga at the corridor outside the penthouse. He stares, behind his cold eyes and bitterness, you see- he’s deeply hurt. The man is about to walk pass until you mutter a sorry. He pins your wrists to the wall with one hand easily, “I’m.. really sorry.” You apologize again to only hear his other fist hits the wall right against your ear.
“I don’t need your sorry.” He says through clenched teeth.
“I’ll explain.”
Tightening his grip, he leans closer and suffocates you with his tobacco scent. He’s furious, probably not just at you but also himself for wanting to kiss you. Both suppressing the urge to seal each other’s lips and take it further, you two have always made love during or after a fight. It’s fucking sexy, he often says with his signature smirk but not now. Not after he’s yelled to your face, not when you are only centimeters away, not when your hot breath is testing his limits.
The door opens and you both turn to see Soryu’s eyes darken at the sight, you begin to struggle. “Let go.” You state, it isn’t a question or request.
Kaga takes one last look at the mobster before switching his gazes back on you with a firm no. “You were in the middle of apologizing,” he smirks, “finish what you’re saying.” He grips harder and you let out a light whimper.
You steal a glance at Soryu and hate yourself for doing this to him too. “I love you, Hyogo.” The three simple words have such magical effect on both men and women, the impact is no less powerful whether to a mobster or to a cop.
Chapter 7 here
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Alaska: Day 24, New Rebel Base
[[ They've arrived in the next rebel base, their giant insectoid "pilot" coming to a stop at a large growth of moss and flowers on the cavern ceiling to munch away. A rebel conductor helps them out of the basket and back into the tunnels, where they're informed once again that they stand to meet the small group that will lead them to the lusus keeping hold and assist them in securing their transport to Minnesota. They wait in a room while the troupe is summoned. ]]
REDGLARE: -She found it kind of peaceful, on the giant bug basket. A lot of time to think. Now she's hobbling off and having to walk again hurts a whole fuckload, don't it? Urgh. She leans back and folds her arms as she waits.-
[[ The bandages have gotta be hella itchy, too. ]]
REDGLARE: >;/
LATULA: -WALKING BACK AND FOURTH A BUNCH NO LESS-
DAVE: -he's been compliant and talking incessantly but hey, he's alive. the room they're in makes a nice shelter, but he's antsy- heres an idea
DAVE: teleporters
MINDFANG: -The bug basket wasnt awful, but still she was glad to be moving along. The sooner the better really. And also not having to move much after her chest trauma was great, but now was the time to suck it up again and she leans against one of the walls while digging her fingers into the small crevices of her bionic arm to see if she can adjust anything in there to make it any semblance of slightly more functional.-
HESONY: =mrrrg... He approached Mindfang and made a gesture towards her arm. In addition to that, he makes a face at her digging.= :\
MICEXA: -how rich do u think this operation is-
MICEXA: -that's the look she is currently giving Dave, but she quickly readjusts to look at Sunny-
MINDFANG: -Slowly looks up at him, do you see the look in her one eye? Do you see how she imagines destroying you.-
MINFANG: Can I help you.
HESONY: At the rate you're going, your arm is gonna go limper than a droopy bulge.
HESONY: =He held out his hand offering and open= Let me Help you?
LATULA: (pff h4h44h4h4h4h4h4)
DAVE: nice
MINDFANG: -Turns her death glare briefly on Latula.-
MINDFANG: Your use of descriptors m8kes it almost impossi8le to say no. -Shes being sarcastic.-
LATULA: >8P
HESONY: That makes it all easier then. =with one hand he took her arm and inspected it, running a finger over a nasty looking puncture.=
MINDFANG: -EXCUSE.-
MINDFANG: -Sorry hes getting punched in the face, you dont just grab someones arm. Here comes her fist.-
LALTULA: OH SN4P DOG
HESONY: =well he should have expected that tbh=
HESONY: =the blow staggers him and he straightened from it, wiping blue from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.=
HESONY: You do realize punching me only exacerbates the problem.
MINDFANG: -Yeah it kind of did, her metal hand struggles to open again, making several clicking noises as the fingers uncurl.- Yes I am aware.
MINDFANG: And it was still worth it. -She almost smiles when she sees the blood. Almost. Its satisfying.-
MICEXA: !!
MICEXA: -SLIDES IN BETWEEN THEM AGGRESSIVELY-
MINDFANG: -DO YOU WANT A PUNCH TOO? She will give them out for free.-
MINDFANG: -Eyes her as she cradles her arm.-
REDGLARE: Stop 1t.
REDGLARE: W3'v3 got mor3 f1ghts 4h34d of us.
REDGLARE: L3t h1m f1x 1t.
DAVE: we also got a lot of distance to travel
DAVE: before the fights
HESONY: =he sneered from around Miss= Just thought you ought to know you Have a malfunctioning piston and the shock absorbers are shot to Hell.
HESONY: However I don't entirely blame you. Most of your group is rather dull-witted.
DAVE: maybe were gonna spice it up
DAVE: bam traveling fights
DAVE: wheres my goddamn train
DAVE: gotta bounce on the cars
MINDFANG: I can travel fine with it in this condition, and o8viously it is still useful enough to fight. -Just not...ideal. She can make it work.-
MINDFANG: And what makes you so qualified to make the repairs anyway.
HESONY: ...
HESONY: You Have got to be kidding—
HESONY: =he pulled off his right glove and clenched and unclenched his metal hand.=
MINDFANG: -Watches him, unimpressed.- Having a 8ionic replacement does not qualify you to fix one.
MICEXA: -pinches the bridge of her nose... sunny why... why must you care so much and be so cute-
HESONY: Things work differently in the League.
HESONY: You learn or you die.
HESONY: =not cute. bamf. look at me=
MICEXA: -YEAH BUT U CUTE THO-
[ !!! SUDDENLY !!! A truck with enormous mud and slush caked treads pulls in outside, seeming to grind down the rough terrain with ease. There's some kind of machine gun rotating around the roof although its' not currently in use. There are several trolls hanging off of it. If the gang is inside, they can hear the roar of the motor signalling it's arrival. VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOM. (do u like my sfx) ]
MINDFANG: Thats no new knowledge. Any wriggler worth its half formed 8rain cells should know that.
HEITOR: -snuffles while hanging off the edge of the truck. HE IS A BIG.-
AQUILA: -actually is one of the unlucky folk stuffed inside with the gigantic driver :[-
HESONY: That is more than enough to be qualified. What, do you require a certificate?
LATULA: -peeps outside to look at the truck-
LATULA: uh yo.
LATULA: w3 w41t1n on som3on3 h3r3?
MINDFANG: I might considering I have no personal investment in trusting your word-- -Turns to look at Latula.-
HEITOR: -GASMASK STARES FROM OUTSIDE. Heseems to be hauling some kind of gigantic backpack, along with several toolboxes worth of tools on his belt and pants.-
LATULA: uhh
LATuLA: y3s.
HESONY: FINE. Let it fall apart or become dead weight, but don't make this a liability to everyone else.
HESONY: =He finally glanced up as they exited the vehicle.= Apparently.
REDGLARE: -HOBBLING TO EXIT AND SHOVES THE DOOR OPEN HARSHLY, staring at the truck.-
REDGLARE: Who 1s your l34d3r.
MINDFANG: -Thats harsh redglare.-
HEITOR: -SNORTS behind his mask, adjusting a nozzle on his backpack.-
DAVE: now the partys here
ULFURA: -She ALSO hangs off the outside of the truck, trying to peek around Heitor to see the new guys and having a REALLY HARD TIME.- HEEEYYY???
REDGLARE: 1s th4t you?
HEITOR: -SNORTS again and leans back.-
ULFURA: NO!!! ARE YOU KIDDING???
ULFURA: -LEAPS from the truck to eyeball them -- yeah, she is smol. SHE SQUINT.-
DAVE: this looks like a fun one
MINDFANG: -Small and squinty? What a combination.-
URSAIS: -Has difficulty parking. Eventually gives up and just KICKS DOOR OF THE TRUCK OPEN with furry boot. Out comes the burr troll. She is enormous, WIDE AND LONG even compared to someone like Heitor. - o'hm serRRy bout the trRuck fuckin rRickety piece a shit. AY.
HEITOR: -GRUNTS and punches ursais in the arm.-
HEITOR: -DONT INSULT HIS HANDIWORK-
ULFURA: -frankly just dwarfed by every single one of these guys-
REDGLARE: ...
REDGLARE: -focuses on the BIG and sighs-
REDGLARE: So you 4r3.
URSAIS: -rubs her arm and GRUNTS AT HIM.- we'rRe 'erRe to pick up some fellow rRRRebels. owch. look all i'm sayin is knowin how big somuv us 'rRr you coula opted ferR somethin' a little biggerR.
URSAIS: NYWAYS.
URSAIS: who do i gotta talk to to get this shit rRollin. -LOOKS ARUND.-
MICEXA: ....
MICEXA: -looks between the UU members-
HEITOR: -SNORTS.-
LATULA: yo.
ULFURA: ...
ULFURA: WELL SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING???
ULFURA: -points at Latula- YOU???
URSAIS: -gdi ulfura out of the mouths of babes...but yeah this is kind of awkward.-
LATULA: M3?????
URSAIS: look it was my underRRstandin that some peple needed ta get to minnesodey??? SO SPEAK TH' FUCK UP.
LATULA: OH SH1 T 1 M34N. uh. sh1t. 1 D1D s4y th4t.
LATULA: y3s w3—
REDGLARE: Y3s.
REDGLARE: M1nn3sot4. Soon 4s poss1bl3.
REDGLARE: W3'v3 got oth3r cr3w to m33t w1th.
REDGLARE: C4n you do 1t?
LATULA: >8T
HESONY: =he's not saying anything. he might get punched in the face again.=
DAVE: they better do it
URSAIS: -SHE IS KIND OF GIVING THE LEGISCERATORS THE STINK EYE.-
MICEXA: -shifts. EVEN MORE AWKWARD.-
MINDFANG: -You might get punched regardless, you are never safe.-
AQUILA: -floating- g'day ladies n gents! :D
HESONY: =squints right back at her=
LATULA: h4h4 soz l1k3. 1M l4tz pyrop3 but you 4ll tot3z h34rd of m3 b3for3.
ULFURA: COURSE WE CAN DO IT!!!
LATULA: (PL34S3.)
ULFURA: ... -looks up at Heitor- (WHO???)
URSAIS: -kinda cuts through everyone to get to Redglare- well 's wut the feck we'rRe e'rRe to find out but i ain't givin no garRentees. wuz a hell of a time even gettin erRe at all, but i think we'rRe yerRr best bet. cuz we gota n ace up ourR sleeves and it's sure as shit not this trRuck. we gonna trRy an trRavel by airR.
URSAIS: and once we get to minny sody we'rRe gonna help y'alll rRip our mutual enemies ta shrReds.
URSAIS: -grins-
REDGLARE: ...
REDGLARE: 4lr1ght.
REDGLARE: R3dgl4r3.
REDGLARE: R34dy wh3n you 4r3.
MINDFANG: Sounds enticing.
URSAIS: my name is capn urRsais arRcone and this here's mah crew. -GESTURES TO THEM. APPRECIATE THEM. SHE'S PROUD.-
URSAIS: -ESPECIALLY OF YOU, ULFURA.-
HEITOR: -HISSES OUT A NOISE THAT SOUNDS LIKE 'HI'-
HESONY: =blandly=
HESONY: Charmed.
URSAIS: i wasn't specially talkin to YEW.
URSAIS: -OWLTURNS-
MINDFANG: -Get told Hesony.-
ULFURA: -BOUNCES IN PLACE. YES, NOTICE HER.-
HESONY: And that is some kind of problem?
LATULA: -loudly SULKS-
MICEXA: -rests a hand on his arm- Sunny-- Don't.
LATULA: -man she can't even be famous as a criminal-
ULFURA: -she doesn't watch enough TV to know you... tbh she doesn't know most of you. BUT SHE LIKES THAT SMALL WEIRDO LOOKING ONE, THE RED GUY WITH THE FINS. She's pretty sure he's a guy who would angry squat.-
URSAIS: -VAGUE SWEEPING GESTURE.- arRight well you lot get all yerRR shit redy trRy to travel as light as possible tho.
REDGLARE: W3 lost most of our b3long1ngs.
REDGLARE: 1t's just us.
URSAIS: -grunts- we gon have to do sum walkin firRst and no offense but y'all look like yerR one foot in the grR...-stops..glances at all these people with amputated limbs- o sorRy...um
URSAIS: ...nyways. ye. bundle up n stuff and we'll go.
URSAIS: the trRuck is a little too conspicious so we'rRe just gon leave it. -glances at Heitor apologetically.-
REDGLARE: -wise...-
HEITOR: -GRUNTS-
LATULA: 41ght.
URSAIS: -DON'T GRUNT AT HER LIKE THAT, IT'S NOT HER FAULT.-
URSAIS: ey y'all elp anybody that can't make it on theirR own.
HEITOR: -he can and will carry u-
URSAIS: -SHE COULD CARRY LIKE...THREE OF YOU.-
HESONY: =so could he but no one want him to touch them=
URSAIS: -THEN DON'T BEAT EM UP SO MUCH NEXT TIME GOOD GOD.-
MINDFANG: -Yeah jeez.-
HESONY: =Then maybe warnings should be heeded next time, sheesh.=
URSIAS: -FUCKIN highbloods.-
URSAIS: -FUCKIN GOVERNMENT HIGHBLOODS.-
MINDFANG: -Gets the urge to punch Hesony again. But thats pretty normal.-
MINDFANG: Then lets get moving.
HEITOR: -LUMBERING FORWARD.-
LATULA: -she is not lumbering... but she ain't sprightly, either.-
LATULA: soz w3r3 you 4t th3 4tt4ck down th3 w4y wh3n w3 got p1ck3d up?
HESONY: =you castist pos. there's at least five highbloods in this UU group.=
ULFURA: -she will be sprightly for the BOTH OF YOU. bounces ahead of them-
MINDFANG: -Goodbye comfortable wall, shes walking.-
URSAIS: -YE BUT THEY'RE FAMOUS REBELS. IT'S DIFFERENT.-
HESONY: =NO IT'S NOT=
URSAIS: -PROBABLY HELPING DAELOS WALK. Anybody else? She's got a free arm.-
MITUNA: -Floats quietly-
[[ It's cold and snowy out still, and that and the darkness offers them a fair amount of general cover. It shouldn't be a terribly far walk to the lusus holding encampment, but they'll have to go through some woods on the way. ]]
REDGLARE: -no thank u she will FORCE HER WAY THROUGH THE PAIN-
REDLGARE: -GRAHH-
MICEXA: -redglare pls...-
MINDFANG: -Redglare please.-
URSAIS: -Just gives her a weird look??? Buti it's noen of her business.-
MINDFANG: -Keeping her eye on Redglare just in case she falls.-
MICEXA: -she hesitantly... offers Redglare an arm.-
MICEXA: -LET HER HELP YOU DAMMIT-
MINDFANG: -Redglare dont do, dont let them help you. She squint.-
DAVE: -with the gang- do we have to go through the woods again
REDGLARE: -WELL if mindfang is gonna refuse then shell take it-
REDGLARE: -ALWAYS DO THE OPPOSITE-
MINDFANG: -TRAITOR.-
MINDFANG: -Shes judging you so hard right now.-
MICEXA: -thank u... she wraps the arm around Redglare to help support her-
HESONY: =makes a frustrated noise somewhere in the back=
MICEXA: -between the two of us we have two whole legs-
MICEXA: -it's like we're almost a whole functioning person-
REDGLARE: -minus one eye-
TEREZI: =eyes are overrated=
URSAIS: -She's scarcely seen a sorrier looking group of people.-
LATULA: uh y34h 1m w1th h1m tbh.
LATULA: gonn4 h4v3 fuck1n for3st n1ghtm4r3z.
MITUNA: -Flaps his nub-
MINDFANG: Just do your 8est to ignore it. -At Latula and Dave, despite feeling pretty on edge about going into the woods too...-
DAVE: got it DAVE: great
LATULA: 1m just s4y1n fuck tr33z.
URSAIS: o yea i ferRgot ta answerR ya. we weren't so much in the fightin as mowin thrRough it.
AQUILA: and it turned out just beaut. :)
LATULA: r4d.
HEITOR: O (oo) O
HESONY: (Must be mowing through small fry. Of course you'd be able to beat fodder.)
HEITOR: -HEAVILY BREATHES OVER HESONY'S SHOULDER-
HEITOR: O (oo) O
MITUNA: 7alk 5hi7 ge7 hi7
MITUNA: (he5 a one man apocalyp5e)
HEITOR: -THANK U MITUNA-
HESONY: You don't know that. You only just met these people!
MITUNA: L00K 47 H1M -Gestures at him-
ULFURA: HE'S A ONE MAN CHEESEBURGER APOCALYPSE!!!
HAITOR: -reaches a meaty hand over and ruffles ulfura's hair.-
HAITOR: -SCAMP-
ULFURA: -punches Heitor in the buttcheek. She's buttcheek height right???-
ULFURA: -YEAH THAT'S WHAT YOU GET.-
HAITOR: -yes-
HESONY: =Just...DRAGS his hands down his face=
URSAIS: acutally thas a preddy accurRate scription..
MITUNA: you merely adop7ed 7he darkne55 he wa5 born in i7 molded by i7 by 7he 7ime he 5aw 7he ligh7 he wa5 a man
HAITOR: DOCTORATE... IN ENGINEERING...
URSAIS: -looks at this tiny psiionic. who hurt you to make u like this.-
HAITOR: -vents some steam from his backpack-
URSAIS: jesus trRoll chrRist.
MITUNA: -Sunny!-
URSAIS: we know u got koali-fee-cations. we GED IT.
HAITOR: -GRUNTS-
ULFURA: -grunts also, but HIGHER, and more sassy.-
HAITOR: -WOW-
MITUNA: -Floats around Roadh-- Haitor-
HESONY: =snaps at mindfang and gestures at...ALL of Haitor= Here's your fucking certification, must be your lucky day!
MITUNA: (he big mad)
MINDFANG: -Slow turns to Hesony and raises her fist ever so slightly.-
URSAIS: -also gives him a Look like boy she redy 2 fight.-
MINDFANG: Calm down already.
URSAIS: -elirah would get mad at her tho for gettin off task...-
MICEXA: Hesony--!
MINDFANG: We get it, it is o8vious you do not like them. But good news no one else here enjoys your presence either.
HAITOR: -he'll totally fight... but the mention of his koala fictions distracts him a second and he TURNS towards Mindfang.-
HAITOR: -slaps his own arm corresponding to mindfang's cybernetic limb and points to her-
HESONY: =He's smiling. All the stress of the past month has totally worn him down= You sure you wanna do that?
HESONY: Your arm will likely break before my face does. :D
MINDFANG: -BOY.-
MINDFANG: -Looks at Haitor, and others. You see him asking for it right?-
NYALAH: -turning in her grave being in proximity to the magnitude of this blueblood fuckboi. Jfc.-
HAITOR: -STARES-
URSAIS: -GROWLS- ey! quit yer shit 'fore i get angrRy this ain't no leuiserRly strRolll this is serRious.
HESONY: =Nyalah, you dont even get to, youre the reason Terezi died=
MITUNA: Y34H 817CH ehehehe
MINDFANG: -Better be calling Hesony a bitch.-
MITUNA: -He'll leave it to interpretation-
MINDFANG: -She huffs though and turns her gaze forward again.-
URSAIS: less play the quiet game, yeah? til we get therRe.
URSAIS: we'rRe nearRly to the encampment.
URSAIS: got some steep turrRain comin up firRst tho.
MITUNA: 573PP1N 0N 7H3 834CH
HESONY: =His face is just=
HESONY: =BLUE=
MINDFANG: How steep is steep?
DAVE: im guessing steep
HESONY: What? Can't Handle a little rock wall?
MINDFANG: I can. 8ut we have group mem8ers missing lim8s thanks to you.
REDGLARE: >;I
REDGLARE: -well she wasn't going to point it out but-
MICEXA: -INTERNALLY SCREAMING-
MINDFANG: And so traversing any extreme terrain might prove extremely difficult on them. 8ut yeah clearly they are fucking weak 8ecause they cant "Handle a rock wall." thank you for pointing that out.
HESONY: (I'd say it's pretty much even. Terezi's dead thanks to you.)
URSAIS: shut yerR damn mouth, i don't wanna hafta say it gain.
MITUNA: (no you)
HESONY: (No, you.)
MINDFANG: -Wigglers. Both of you.-
URSAIS: fuck me right up my furRy nook. -grumbling.-
HEITOR: -stares at ursais. maybe they can throw them-
URSAIS: -it's seeming more and more appealing...-
MITUNA: -Flips sunny off-
HESONY: =Tuna gets the double bird=
MITUNA: -Plarps him in the face with a psionic snowball-
HESONY: =SPUTTERING=
MITUNA: ehehehe
HESONY: =beans Mituna dead center with a manually made one.=
URSAIS: -SHE JUST....CANNOT BELIEV.E-
MITUNA: -DOOF!-
MITUNA: -That's it, he just shakes lose an entire tree branch of snow onto Sunny's head-
REDGLARE: -she's not even gonna try to stop this.-
HESONY: GAHHH!!!
HESONY: =Takes out his shield and uses it to scoop snow off the ground with it= HESONY: EAT POWERDY WHITE SHIT!
URSAIS: -that's it. she's grabbing Hesony by the arm and dragging him none to gently to the front of the line with her-
MINDFANG: -Jfc guys.-
MICEXA: HESONY!!!!!!!
MITUNA: -makes a lil psionic barrier. Unbothered.-
URSAIS: -barks in his face- WALK! AND DON'T DO NOTHIN ELSE!!!
HESONY: =Wrenches his arm from Ursais's grip. There is a brief staredown=
HESONY: Don't. Touch me. Again.
HESONY: =And with that he does start walking again. If they're good at anything it's following orders.=
MITUNA: -snrks-
URSIAS: -SNORTS, her nostrils flaring and just keeps up her pace.-
MITUNA: -Slides up next to the pig-
MITUNA: doe5 your arm 5hoo7 la5er5
HEITOR: -NO RESPONSE. snorts piggily-
MITUNA: dude you go77a 7ell me
HEITOR: -VENTS STEAM FROM HIS BACKPACK. holds up his arm. Wiggles his fingers. NADA-
MITUNA: awwww
MITUNA: do you 7hink i could ge7 one 7ha7 5hoo75 la5er5
DAELOS: -speaks up for the first time this entire time- I thought you could already do that
HEITOR: -SNORTS AGAIN.-
HEITOR: -also, lowers his arm.-
HEITOR: -STARES AT DAELOS-
DAELOS: -THIS IS WHY HE ISN'T TALKING THESE PEOPLE MAKE HIM HECKING UNCOMFORTABLE. Also he's a depressed horse.-
MITUNA: yeah bu7 how 5wee7 would i7 be 7o 5hoo7 la5er5 from your hand5
MITUNA: back me up here 7ula
LATULA: SHOOT 1T FROM YOUR D1CK MOR3 L1K3
AQUILA: i knew a guy once who could do that i'm pretty sure. it was a real rip snorter of a pahty trick let me tell ya.
MITUNA: -Looks down at his crotch a tad too long-
LATULA: lm4o.
MITUNA: im gonna do i7
LATULA: DUD3 WH4T.
MITUNA: im gonna
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