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namelessbutters-doodles · 11 months

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‘‘I Know, let me just Make....

This can’t be happening

This can’t be happe-

‘‘GENE!!!’‘

‘‘Huh?’’ ‘’What?’‘

‘‘What are we going to do?’‘

‘‘About What?’‘

‘‘About...’‘

He looks around and see’s that the bathroom door is still close

‘‘Eric...’‘

‘‘What About Him?’‘

‘‘What Ab-’‘ ‘‘Gene He’s Infected.’‘ ‘’He’s Getting Sicker Each day, We almost lost the others due to him a couple times and Almost Alerted a horde as well.’‘

‘‘What Are You Saying Paul?’‘

‘‘I’m Saying that we Have to lea-’‘

‘‘That’s not a option.’‘

‘‘it is a option.’‘ ‘‘We can’t keep stopping every time there’s a issue with him, and any day now he’s going to turn and attack one of us.’‘

‘‘You don’t know for sure.’‘

‘‘Gene...Look what happened to Tommy....’’ ‘‘He told me, he didn’t get bit, he told me everything’s fine, He told me not to worry...and y’know what happened?’‘

‘‘You don’t need to tell me, But it’s not goin-’‘

‘‘It Going to and Will Happen, Just like the rest of the world.’‘

‘‘It Won’t, I cleaned the wound and probably medicated him.’‘

‘‘....’‘

‘‘I cleaned him every time he starts hacking up and give him some medicine, i carry him when he’s unable to walk, i make sure he doesn’t freeze when we have to sleep outside. ‘‘I make sure he’s not suffering.’‘

‘‘Gene...He is suffering.’‘

‘‘No, he’s not.’‘

‘‘He is!’‘ ‘‘Your Making him suffer, While you are making sure he’s ok and healthy.’‘ ‘‘the infection even faster in his body than ever, the more he walks, the more get he sicker.’‘ ‘‘The more we have to stop and catch our breath, we are already losing him to the infection.’‘

‘‘What Do you suggest i do then?’‘ ‘‘Leave him, Just chain him to someplace when he’s about to turn or....kill him.’‘

‘‘.....’‘

‘‘You Want me to do that, don’t you?’‘

‘‘No, i don’t.’‘ ‘‘You saw what happen when...tommy turned.’‘

‘‘yes....’‘

‘‘Then you Know What Consequences I Had to deal with then, right?’‘

‘‘....Yeah.’‘

‘‘Then You Know what you must do right?’‘

‘‘I Guess....’‘

Ace: Guys we’ve got to go, the sun is setting and peter just radioed me that there’s a horde nearby!

‘‘In A minute Ace!’‘

‘‘.....’‘

‘‘Gene, it’s not my decision but whatever you do just know it’ll come right back to you.’‘

‘‘i know.’‘

‘‘....’’ ‘’I’m going to head out with ace now...’’

‘‘Be careful.’‘

‘‘no, You be careful.’‘

____________

Gene opens the bathroom door and goes in, the lights flickering and a buzzing sound can be heard as well as guttering noises. He goes thru door by door looking for Eric, Hoping at least he’s alright.

‘‘BLEGH!’‘

‘‘Eric?’‘

‘‘oh...gene, i didn’t know you were in he-’‘Bleghhh!’‘

‘‘Are you ok?’‘

‘‘N-never Better...’‘

‘‘You want any help?’‘

‘‘Nooo, I’m good....’‘

Eric opens the door and Stumbles out almost landing on the floor but gene manages to catch him, They Both sit down on the floor. Eric is breathing heavily and there’s so much blood on him. He Looks Pale, Sickly, His left eye changed into some abnormal color and his Veins are clearly showing.

Gene Thoughts; He’s turning.....

Eric Looks up at smiling

‘‘What are you thinkin about gene-o?’‘

‘‘Just thinkin about the good times.’‘

‘‘the good times.’‘

Eric Lays down and sets his head down gene’s lap

‘‘Times were good, weren’t they?’‘ ‘‘Before everything happened.’’

‘‘Yup....’‘

Moments pass by as the two reminisce about the good times that happened, they talk and laugh as time pass by, it feels like everything is normal again until....

‘‘I Heard you and Paul talkin....’‘

‘‘How Much?’‘

‘‘Everything......’‘

‘‘Eric.....’‘

‘‘What is your plan?’‘

‘‘....i don’t know’‘

‘‘.....’‘

‘‘I Won’t be upset, gene.’‘

‘‘I Know you won’t.’‘

‘‘then wh-’‘

‘‘I don’t want to lose a Friend.’‘

'’....’‘

‘‘gene....What are you going to do?’‘

‘‘I don’t know.....’‘

He pets Eric's head softly.....

‘‘Your going to have to leave y’know.’’

‘‘I Know, let me just Make....

Our last Moments a good one.”

(The Choices that you’ll make will have a consequence)

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vtforpedro · 1 year

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general update

Today has been one of the worst days I’ve had in a while. Emotionally, but also with this fatigue that won’t go away. Blegh. Realized I’m less than two months from a year since the lumbar puncture that ruined my life. My mom’s life. I’m able to do a lot more, but I still can’t turn on the shower or help with food. I can’t bend or twist even slightly. My mom has to get the apt ready for me to be able to reach what I need throughout the day. I’m missing all the PT I have left because of this fatigue. Anyway I’ve had a few ‘one year anniversary’ dates that were Not Good but uhh it’s been a decade as of next month since the last one got to me lol What’s with April man My relationship with my mom isn’t the same anymore and I don’t know what to do about that. Gonna have to focus on it later because more than anything else I want to be left alone. I’m tired of being made to feel like I’m an inconvenience and after almost a year of it it’s kinda. Old. Still a lot there that needs to be fixed but some of it is permanent damage. Anyway, I was thinking about my grandma this morning because she’s turning 90 in a few days. My mom came over at lunch and told me she was in the hospital. Thankfully, she’s home and resting. She fell while taking her dog on a short walk to the mailbox and back. She said she waved for help at all the cars that passed but not a single person stopped to help this 90yo woman at least be on the sidewalk rather than in the street. IIIIIIIIII wish I could talk to those people :) just :) a chat :))))) I love my grandma and I haven’t seen her since 2019. We were really close all my life. Now she suffers dementia, anger issues, and isn’t who I knew in 2019. All very normal for aging, as unfortunate as it is, but I wish I knew I was saying goodbye that holiday season. I don’t think I’ll ever see her again. The world pretends covid isn’t a thing anymore but I have to continue taking precautions because it very much is and could very much kill me. And even if covid wasn’t around, IIH prevents me from doing anything, as y’all know. It’s such a weird, shitty, lonely place to be. Got no end in sight for my own health problems. My PCP is sending me back to rheumatology, but they’re booked out until July. Not looking forward to these next few months. I haven’t heard about disability, but one month down. Hopefully it’ll be soon that I’ll at least know. Hoping for good things because they narrowed me down to zero jobs and that usually means disabled so 🤞 I’m sorry for being so slow to respond or not responding at all. I don’t have many spoons to start my days. Love you all. Stay safe and as happy and healthy as you can. 💜

#vtforpedro personal #vtforpedro medical #ptsd

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cartoonbabbles · 11 months

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So I just rewatched TLK with a very good friend thinking “hey it’s probably not that bad. It’s so bad it’ll be funny!”

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

No.

God. I hated the movie when I first saw it then gaslit myself into thinking it was enjoyable by unconscious memory suppression of the middle 50% of the movie

Because this sucks ass. It wasn’t even that fun, like- sure the autobot team is funny and I like their shenanigans but having half the movie be an artifact chasing lore dump with zero actual characters (all Bee did was ride the sub) was so slow and hard to get through I am literally feeling my brain turn to mush.

Anthony Hopkins was fun as was Cogman. Simmons was. Simmons. It’s just. Oh my god being more into the fandom now I’m seeing all the amazing details and callbacks they put into the movie and then utterly failed to develop. I didn’t even know Cogman was a fucking headmaster because he 1) doesn’t do anything headmaster-y and 2) they mention it once in passing. Which is great when it integrates with the lore but it just feels like it was tacked on with glue to a bloated corpse of what Transformers is supposed to be

Blegh.

And don’t get me started on the bay misogyny or the random ass camera aspect ratio changes or how they wasted Frank Welker AND Peter Cullen as their respective characters, or how they brought fucking ONSLAUGHT back only to kill him, while they had a whole ass combiner team that got 40 seconds of screen time before getting decapitated by Optimus, when they could have easily killed 2 birds with one stone and used the rest of the Combaticons team instead of killing their leader and not showing anyone else

It was fun to poke at it though. But my god. Was this bad.

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This also gave me a much larger appreciation for ROTB and BBM bc they’re so SO much more cohesive, readable, just. Better imo than what came before, and ESPECIALLY what came immediately before. Like heck, it isn’t even that Optimus’ personality or motives changed that much between films, they just showed more reason for him to be that way instead of telling “this is Optimus. Our great leader. Our friend. He is so cool and good and amazing”

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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Cabin Fever

Warning! This is a tickle drabble!

Ships: none

Warnings: tickles

The Breakdown: Switches Izuku, Iida and Todoroki.

Prompt: Izuku is back on his antics, stuck inside Iida’s dorm with his two best friends. To combat his boredom, he hangs upside down on the bed. After Iida tells him a silly way to feel better, the boy is in stitches. Then, Iida gives Izuku something to laugh about.

Tags: @cupcake-spice13

“Oh come on Iida, you can’t tell me you aren’t bored too.” Izuku whined as blood flowed into his head.

The green haired boy was laying upside down on Iida’s dorm bed.

“I’m absolutely content with my encyclopedia thank you very much.” Iida responded matter-of-factly, “it may behoove you to sit up before you pass out, Midoriya.”

“It’ll give me more time to waste.” Izuku grumbled.

Hurricane season in Japan was never fun. Especially when the students are cooped up inside the dormitory, struggling to entertain themselves.

“Midoriya, he’s right.” Shoto responded nonchalantly, not even ceasing his embroidering, “you’re gonna get too much blood flow into your head and then Aizawa is going to beat your ass for giving him more paperwork.”

“You guys are so bori-blegh.” Izuku dumped weakly to the floor, holding his rushing head.

“We tried to warn you, Y’know.” Iida chimed without averting his attention to his book, knowing exactly what had happened.

Before he resurfaced, Izuku gasped gently. Jackpot... he had found Iida’s secret stash of snacks. That’s when he got an idea. He could style Todoroki’s hair.

He grabbed a few clips from the chip and cracker bags, stealthily rising to his feet. Well, he tried. He fell loudly right back down as his entire field of vision turned black.

“Shit-“ Shoto said while his body jumped. He put down his embroidery and rushed to the aid of Izuku.

“Midoriya? Are you alright?” He softly inquired, grabbing both of the boy’s hands, “is it just from your head? Have you eaten today? Did you lose your footing?”

For someone with parental issues, Shoto sure was a big comfort to everyone. Poor kid was also a worry wart.

“I’m good.” Izuku said breathily, “Remember? Head rush?”

“Ah yes. That’s right.” Shoto said as he gripped Izuku’s hands tighter. The greenette made his way to his feet, clinging onto Shoto for help.

“If your vision spots again, clench your butt.” Iida said completely nonchalantly.

Shoto and Izuku burst into laughter, and the half and half boy could barely support his friend, so they both fell to the floor.

“I’m serious!” Iida replied as he turns around, “try it!”

As the two boys continued to laugh, Iida rolled his eyes and hoisted Izuku onto the bed by his underarms. He then gripped Shoto’s arm and pulled him to his feet, “you two are unbelievable.”

“Is that actually true?” Shoto asked calming himself down.

“Yes!” Iida groaned, “Midoriya. On your feet and try it.”

Izuku was still in stitches, laughing his head off at the complete casualness of Iida’s tone.

“You want something to laugh about? Fine by me!”

“Ihihihidahaha nononoNOHOHOHOHO-“

Iida had dug into Izuku’s stomach and was currently squeezing vigorously.

Izuku’s arms shot up in defense, pushing on his attacker’s face. “STAHAHAHAHAPIHIHIHIT!”

Iida simply let out a fond chuckle, “Todoroki. Want in?”

“Hmmmm...” Shoto looked at his embroidery, out the window, then at the laughing duo, “sure.” He said rising to his feet.

“NOHOHOHOHO TOHOHOHODOHOHOROHOHOKIHIHIHI! HEHEHEHELP!” Izuku kicked his legs furiously, trying to escape the tickly feeling.

“You want help? Sure thing buddy. Iida, off.” Shoto demanded, turning to Iida with a wink.

“You’re no fun Todoroki.” Iida groaned with pretend sadness.

“Thanks...” Izuku said while panting. He slowly sat back up in the bed, only to be pushed down again. “Hey! What gives!?” The boy whined.

“I want a turn. You think Iida and I aren’t plotting something? You’re not as smart as you make yourself seem, Midoriya.” Shoto said as he picked up Izuku’s shirt.

“AH WAIT! NONONONO!” Izuku was fighting madly at Shoto.

“I didn’t want to do this the hard way but.” Shoto said a sigh as he straddled Izuku’s waist, “you leave me no choice.”

“C-can we- can we talk about this?!” Izuku whined

“Mm. Nope.” Shoto replied positioning his hands.

“Todorohohokihihi! Nohohoho!” Izuku was already giggling like a madman.

“Giggling already? You must really want me to go for your secret spot.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Izuku gripped Shoto’s hands.

“Oh? But I would.” At that moment, Shoto wriggled his hands free and squeezed the pudge by Izuku’s bikini line.

Well now Iida knows why it’s the secret spot. The greenette threw his head back and screamed in laughter

“SOHOHOHOHOTOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHA! NAHTMY SQUIHIHIHIHISHYHYHYHY!” Izuku squealed as he writhed.

“Oh yes your squishy.” Shoto cooed, continuing his attack.

Izuku cackled as a hyper sensitive spot was attacked.

“Poor Midoriya. Your cute little squishy is just sooo ticklish.” Shoto teased, “such cute little squishy squish for me to tickle! All for m-IHIHIHIDAHAHA!”

Shoto fell off of Izuku as Iida drilled his hands under the boy’s arms. “IHIHIHIDAHAHA THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHISNT THE PLAHAHAHAN!”

Iida chuckled, “oh it isn’t? Sorry bud.”

“YOHOHOHOU LIHIHIAHAHAR! TRAIHIHIHTOHOHOHOHMYGOHOHOHOD!” Shoto’s laughter jumped an octave as two of his worst spots were now being tormented.

Izuku regained his strength and gripped Todoroki’s ankle, spidering his fingers along the boy’s sensitive foot.

“MIDOHOHOHORIHIHIHIHIYAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!” Todoroki was absolutely dying.

“No! You target my squishy! You get payback!” Izuku snapped.

“IHIHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIT! MEHEHEHEHERCHYEHEHEHE!” Todoroki slapped Iida’s arm vigorously, praying that the taller boy would get his message.

“Okay all done Midoriya. Stop.” Iida barked, ceasing his wiggling fingers. Izuku soon followed suit, patting Todoroki’s leg.

“Evil... evil friends...” Shoto curled into himself after Iida placed him on the bed.

“Now then. Midoriya, stand up- HNGRH-“ Iida hitched his breath as Izuku latched onto his shoulders, swiftly digging in.

“C’mon Iida. You’re the only one who hasn’t gotten tickled yet!” Izuku cooed, massaging his hands into the boy’s shoulder blades.

Snickers leaked from Iida’s mouth, who was being the utmost careful as to not drop his friend.

“That’s right Iida. You are the only one...” Shoto noted while repeatedly poking the boy in the side.

“G-guhuhuhys- stahahahappihihihit.” Iida’s eyes were squeezed shut, “Ihihihi dohohohont wahahahant tohohoho drohohop hihihihim.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Izuku chimed as he kneaded his hands into Iida’s shoulders.

The ravenette’s booming laughter filled the room. “WAIHIHIHIHIT! MIDOHOHOHORIHIHIYAHAHAHA!”

“Yeah?”

“YOHOHOHOHUREHEHEH GOHOHOHNAHAHAHA FAHAHAHALL!”

“Eh. I’ve broken my arms twice at once. Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

Shoto chuckled, latching onto Iida’s waist and digging in.

“HRGNH- GOHOHOHONAHAHAHA FAHAHAHALL! MIDOHOHOHORIHIHIHYAHAHAHA!”

When Shoto reached down and scribbled against Iida’s knee, they buckled and sent the trio to the floor.

“Ow ow ow ow.” the two assailants repeated, unlatching from their target.

“I told you idiots!” Iida barked.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” Izuku put his hands up in defense, while Shoto helped Iida to his feet.

Soon the three were sitting on the dorm bed, chuckling amongst themselves as Iida explains his interesting factoid.

“So uh. How much time did we just waste?” Shoto inquired.

“Hm.” Iida checked the digital clock on the nightstand, “Roughly ten minutes.”

Izuku groaned and threw his hands over his face, flopping dramatically to the pillow.

“Hey Iida.” Shoto said with a hint of playfulness in his voice, “did you know that Midoriya here-“

“Todoroki NO!”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say!”

“DON’T CARE! DON’T SAY IT OUT LOUD!” Izuku barked.

“Fine by me.” Shoto shrugged as he whispered into Iida’s ear. “Just play along. He’ll admit something and be super embarrassed.”

“Shotoooooooooo!” Izuku whined.

“I mean really. There of all places.” Shoto said a little too playfully.

“Did you tell him-“

“Super close to the other spot too.” Iida chimed in return.

Shoto shot him a quick thumbs up. Turning his head to muffle his own snickers.

“Did you tell him about my hips?!” Izuku yelled.

Iida’s eyes sparkled, his grin grew wide and wicked.

“No. But you did. Good luck.” Shoto said, patting Izuku’s stomach then returning to his embroidery.

“Todoroki you traiHIHITOHOHOR- IIHIHIHIDAHAHAHA!”

Shoto simply smiled as he continued to embroider. His friends’ melodious laughter was a wonderful addition to the white noise of the pouring rain.

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yanderemommabean · 4 years

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I dunno but all I can imagine is an imposter that has killed most if not all of your crew. All you can do is just sit there, waiting for your death when suddenly, the imposter picks you up and takes you to medbay where it promptly marks you up and breeds you you in a nests of mattresses it made.

(This is my first time sending an ask to you so please tell me if I did this correctly, and don’t forget to take care of yourself!)

You’re sobbing as the last person you could trust is sliced apart, dropping at your feet with a sickening, thudding squelch. You cover your mouth as panicked, utterly broken cries pass your trembling lips.

There’s only one other crewmate on board, and they weren’t even human. You were next, death was eminent and there was nothing more you could do but accept your fate. Suddenly your fingertips feel cold and your legs feel numb as you try to stand up from off of your knees, thinking you could run. But to where? You’re still on a ship with an alien imposter who plans to make you it’s next victim.

The lights flicker ominously down the halls while you dash towards the medbay, thinking you had a fighting chance if you were at least near medical supplies and technology. You wouldn’t go down without a fight, you had to try and get back to earth with this imposter contained or dead!

Breaths leave you harshly as you pause in the doorway of the medbay, seeing blankets and pillows next to the heating duct in a large nest-like pile. Confused and curious, you slowly stalk forward with an outstretched hand, wanting to examine the nest hands on.

Behind you stood the imposter, figure tall and ominous as it looms over you and your unexpecting form. As your fingers pinch the fabric of the still warm blankets, a low growl is heard just behind your ear, and your blood runs cold.

You scramble as you turn around, eyes meeting the demented stare of the monster as it’s large tongue swipes over it’s jagged teeth. This is it, you were the last one to die, and it’ll be by being vored in some weird erotica.

Bad joke? Absolutely. Worth it? Definitely.

The room goes still and quiet as your heart beats into your ears, eyes wide as you watch the black tongue leave the mouth of the beast and slither it’s way across your face. It’s warm, sticky, and smells of blood and something sweet. You whimper as it gets a taste of you, savoring you like a treat as it’s tongue slides further down.

Other tendrils come to rip at your suit, shredding it with ease, like a hot knife through butter. You assumed it was just unwrapping you like some sick present, like getting the wrapper out of the way before indulging in a chocolate treat.

The imposter made a pleased noise when you gasped and wriggled in the tight hold of it’s many tendrils, it’s instincts demanding to lay you in the nest and breed you until you could no longer walk.

A yelp echoes in the room as the tendrils begin to roll over your exposed chest, it’s warm, slick tongue lapping at your nipples while you’re laid into the nest, your moans catching you off guard as much as the sudden sensual action.

“J-just kill me already! End it!” You spit out, cheeks flushed as the tendrils continue to molest you, rolling over your thighs and spreading them eagerly. It was oddly soothing, the warm appendages massaging your skin as it’s tongue laves and kitten licks over your pert nipples, your thighs trying to clench as arousal pooled in your gut.

The warmth of the blankets feel so nice against your skin, the drag of it’s tongue cooling and soothing as you lose your strength to fight. It’s throat purrs and vibrates as it’s tongue slithers across your sex, savoring the taste of your musk and arousal, tendrils stroking and massaging your sex while it’s tongue plunged into your hole. Your hands reach out to try and push it away, squealing as it’s mouth takes all of you in it’s large mouth and explores your clenching walls with fervor.

“Fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck!” It was all you could manage, eyes shooting wide open before clenching shut as your head rolls back, landing on the pillows as your hips arch and try to get away yet simultaneously try to get more. That sinful tongue reached places in you that made you see white, stars speckling in your vision as the imposter happily purred with obscene noises filling the room.

“Gonna breed you so good” it snarls, lapping at your sex while you writhe and try to buck into it’s mouth and chase the orgasm building in your core. “That’s right. Ride my face, cum for me” it chuckles, slurping and groaning as you lose control, tendrils tightening around your legs to hold you open so you couldn’t escape the onslaught of slurping and sucking.

A soft cry leaves your mouth as you grind against the tongue assaulting you, the tendrils pinching and massaging your chest to help you chase that peak and reach that high. “YES! OH FUCK-S-SHIT DON’T STOP!” You scream out, gasping as your thighs clench around the imposters head to hold them still.

The slick tongue rubs against you wetly, teasing your sex before deciding to brutally slam back in, growling possessively as it holds you still for it’s mouth to continue it’s torture. You scream as your walls tighten, that sweet spot being abused as your eyes roll back and the tendrils have to hold you down so you don’t hurt yourself.

Your climax was earth shattering, you could feel it in your bones. Breath knocked from you, body trembling as you try to come down from the high, sweaty and covered in saliva from the alien. The monster didn’t stop, tongue still thrusting into you and causing you to seize up as it pressed into your oversensitive sweet spot once again.

“Good...such a good human...such a good mate” or chirped, slowly pulling its tongue away from you with a satisfied grin. “I’m going to enjoy breeding you for eternity”.

((-Mommabean ((my smut is BLEGH but I hope this was ok!! ))

#yandere lemons #Yandere among us #yandere scenarios #Yandere smut #yandere imagines #yandere dubcon #yandere noncon #yandere exophilia #Mommabean

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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5x21: Two Minutes to Midnight

Then:

The End is Nigh

Now:

Davenport, Iowa

We begin this episode with Pestilence paying an ailing woman a visit. He’s riddled her with more diseases than she can handle. What an experiment!

One Day Earlier

At Bobby’s, Sam’s getting an earful from Dean about his plan to say yes to Lucifer. Dean gets a call from Cas. Dean wants to know where he is --they all thought he was dead. He’s in a hospital. He’s not one for conversation at the moment, but does tell Dean that he just woke up in the hospital. Dean tells him their next step: get Pestilence.

For Hospital Bed Science:

Cas groans in pain and tells Dean he can’t fly anywhere. He’s thirsty, and his head aches, and he has a bug bite, and he’s all so very... Dean finishes his thought with, “human”. Cas needs money for pain meds and travel expenses.

Also, he stops Dean from hanging up and says that he owes him an apology. “You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be,” he confesses. Dean’s awkward about such a solemn apology. I’m soft about how soft this moment is.

The brothers head out to scope out the convalescent home where Pestilence chills. They knock out the security guard to watch video footage of the place.

Eventually Sam notices the camera flickering with one person. They head out to find him.

As Pestilence is taking care of Cold Open Celeste, a demon comes in to warn him about the Winchesters. He’s upset over what they did to his brothers, and wants revenge. The demon reminds him he’s not supposed to hurt “the vessels”. He doesn’t care and starts hurting everyone in the building.

Sam and Dean start coughing, and struggle to keep walking. They both collapse outside Pestilence’s door. They’re now riddled with disease, just like Celeste. While the boys struggle on the ground, Pestilence gets to monologue a bit about the frailty of humans.

Enter one VERY human-like angel. Yeah, poor Cas is just as affected as the Winchesters. Pestilence laughs, “There's not a speck of angel in you, is there?” Cas then lunges at him, and cuts his ring finger right off. “Maybe just a speck.” Oh Cas, you badass. Never change.

The demon attacks, and he knifes her. Pestilence disappears, but not before ominously stating, “It’s too late.”

And now they have three rings.

At Bobby’s, Dean asks for some good news. Bobby tells them that Chicago is about to get hit with the storm of the millennium. Three million people are going to die.

GOOD NEWS, Bobby! Or as Cas deadpans, “I don’t understand your definition of ‘good news’.”

Bobby points out that Death will be there. They still need his ring.

Sam wonders how Bobby knows all this. Enter Crowley.

Bobby admits to selling his soul to Crowley. Dean demands that Crowley give it back. Sam wonders if Bobby had to kiss him. Bobby denies it --but Crowley’s got proof. Of course.

Crowley won’t give back Bobby’s soul as insurance that the Winchesters won’t kill him. I mean, I kind of have to side with Crowley here. He’s being REALLY generous even considering giving back Bobby’s soul. Bobby sold it fair and square. He’s getting information from Crowley in return.

Later, by the Impala, Dean and Sam talk. Sam admits that he has his doubts about his plan as much as the rest of them. “You, Bobby, Cas...I'm the least of any of you.” Like, OUCH, Samuel. We deep dive into Dean’s self-worth issues on the regular, but let’s just pause and reflect on the younger sibling right now.

Sam’s all they got though, so they have to try.

Crowley interrupts the broment with news about the world. It seems that Pestilence was spreading Swine Flu, and Sam’s old buddy Brady’s company was cranking out the vaccine --only it was full of Croatoan virus not a cure. If this vaccine is distributed nationwide, it’ll all be over.

Cas and Bobby pack up the van. Cas is...moody. He mourns the loss of his angelic might. The only thing he has available to him now...is a shotgun. (Starts humming) Bobby tells him to quit whining and load the truck.

The teams finish packing for their respective hunts. Sam waxes nostalgically about the simpler days of hunting monsters. Dean doesn’t think it was ever simple. Crowley interrupts and presents Dean with Death’s own scythe (in travel-sized form).

Crowley urges Bobby to stand up and get ready to fight. He reveals that he inserted a little healing clause into Bobby’s soul deal that healed Bobby’s paralysis. Bobby stands up triumphantly.

Later, Sam, Bobby, and Cas drive towards the Croatoan virus operation. Cas reflects on Sam’s idea to toss himself into the pit along with Lucifer. He thinks it’s a solid plan.

Cas passes along some new intel about the archangel prize fight: Michael has taken Adam as a vessel. He warns Sam that failing to control Lucifer means that the apocalypse will happen, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Oh, and “there’s also the demon blood…” Sam will have to drink gallons of blood in order to be strong enough to contain Lucifer. BLEGH.

The next morning, they lurk at the distribution facility. A truck tries to leave and Cas takes out the driver and jams the gate controls. Sam and Bobby head into the warehouse, only to find that the demons have already infected some of the workers with Croatoan. Sam races off into the warehouse to save (uninfected) civilians.

Dean and Crowley enjoy their first date, tracking Death to a little warehouse.

There’s a lovely clip where Crowley mentions that the area is swarming with reapers, and we get a reveal…

Crowley zaps into the warehouse, discovers that Death isn’t there, then meets Dean outside again. He suggests hightailing it out of Chicago and waiting for the next doomed city in order to find Death. That’s not good enough, though. Dean wants to find a way to save people, even if they can’t track down the Horseman. While Dean despairs, Crowley peers into a little pizza place and then heads back to Dean. He found Death! With his work done and not even a high five to show for it, Crowley zaps out of there.

Back at the warehouse, Sam’s finishes evacuating the uninfected civilians. Just as they think they’re home free, Sam gets attacked and Bobby’s gun jams. Enter Castiel, who shoots Sam’s attacker and says, “Actually these things can be useful.”

For Angel with a Shotgun Science:

Dean creeps through the pizza parlor, which is full of dead patrons and waitstaff. Death’s scythe heats up in his hand and, agonized by the red hot handle, Dean drops it. The next thing he knows, his Death super-weapon is safely by Death’s side.

Death sits at a table savoring a piece of pizza, and invites Dean to join him.

Dean wants to know if he’s about to die, but Death informs him that he has other plans for him. Death quietly reminds Dean that he’s as old and vast as the universe. No biggie though. Dean’s a bacterium, practically, but it’s fine. Death serves Dean a slice of pizza and I desperately long for some good Chicago deep dish.

Death says that he’s as old as God, and maybe older. “At the end, I’ll reap him too.” (And while I appreciate that they didn’t kill Chuck in the traditional stabby manner, I’ll always mourn that we didn’t get to see this line fulfilled in one of the finale’s endless montage sequences, and that Billie didn’t survive to do the job.) (Boris, huddled in the corner: Death didn’t reap Chuck because he won, and the story isn’t over yet...)

Anyway, Dean’s appropriately awed by Death’s power. “This is way above my pay grade,” Dean mutters. Death reveals that he’s been waiting for Dean to catch up to him - Lucifer’s spell has prevented him from directly seeking out the Winchesters. “I’m more powerful than you can process, and I’m enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum,” Death spits. Preach! Death proposes depowering Lucifer’s Death weapon. He’ll hand Dean his ring willingly.

“What about Chicago?” Dean asks, ever the hunter.

Oh, Chicago can survive. Death likes the pizza. He hands Dean his ring and tells him that he has to do whatever it takes to trap Lucifer. “You’re going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit. Now, do I have your word?” Dean takes the ring as Death issues one final warning. “You know you can’t cheat Death.”

Back at Bobby’s, Dean looks at the rings. They’ve got all four of them and together, they form into a magic little bundle of rings. Bobby finds Dean for a little heart to heart.

Dean reveals that he lied to Death - he’s not okay with Sam tossing himself into the pit. However, Bobby thinks that Death may be right about Sam’s plan being their best option. Bobby watched Sam save all the civilians in the factory before they blew it up, and he thinks that Sam can handle it. “Sam will beat the Devil, or die trying. That’s the best we could ask for. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing? Or losing your brother?”

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I don't understand your definition of good news

We'll catch Death in the next doomed city

Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years

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The category of loneliness that you sloppily conveyed over text was perhaps better described as emptiness. How else could it be characterized? It was as though someone had neatly carved a circle into your chest, removing the one organ responsible for regulating your circulatory system. Further, in your current state, consuming alcohol, albeit not that much, proved to be foolish decision. One that you would surely regret in the morning. Not that you were concerned about a hangover, rather it was the aftermath of your bluntness that would serve quite a blow. Certain thoughts and emotions were meant to be tucked away from the surface, never to materialize in the form of words or actions.

And yet, you stupidly alerted one of your best friends about your current mental state. Months of concealing the truth unraveled simply because of one text.

Iwaizumi appeared at the kitchen entrance at the same moment you retrieved a water bottle from the fridge. The creases in his forehead indicated his concern for you was gradually spiking.

“What are you doing alone? Where’s Osamu?” His eyes scanned the kitchen, irritation igniting in his irises. Where was the damn twin? Was this what you meant about being lonely? Was it solely because you were alone at the moment? He highly doubted it.

“He is tending to the ill.” Lifting your wine stained lips to reveal a toothy grin, you found refuge against the kitchen island. Allowing your stomach to fold against its rim, you curled forward then tilted your head. “You missed quite the show. Strawberry shortcake and ramen head drank too much. I would not suggest going into the main bathroom for the next little while.” The smile remained unnaturally sewn into your features, divulging its artificial nature.

“Where’s Sakusa then?” Mentally he noted that Bokuto was outside conversating with Hanamaki and Matsukawa. That left only one guest unaccounted for.

Mulling over the inquiry, a single finger tapped against your chin as you puckered your lips in thought. “I’m pretty sure he sprinted out the door the second he heard Tsum Tsum vomit.” Satisfied with your own answer, a little nod was given.

“Makes sense. Well, come on. Let’s get you some air, and make sure you bring that water bottle.” Iwaizumi doubted your motor skills, particularly because your body seemed to be following the chaos ensuing inside of your mind. Recalling past experiences, it was shared knowledge that liquor, even if consumed reasonably, would prompt an unpleasant reaction if your mental state was even the slightest bit damaged. Akari, when approached by Iwaizumi, explained that you had developed an unhealthy coping mechanism. Expressing your emotions through violence was no longer viable, you were adults after all. And so, you mastered the art of suppression. Unfortunately, suppression only worked when you were sober.

The spikey haired male extended a hand in your direction, knowing that you would never refuse the opportunity. Within seconds your features twinkled in a glow, as you cheerfully accepted the offering. It was reassuring to know someone still loved you, even if your fiancé didn’t.

“Lead the way, daddy-o!”

***

A welcoming breeze brushed against your skin once you entered the balcony, causing a melody to dance past your lips. The sensation was akin to being tickled by a feather. It was 13 degrees Celsius, a little lower than the average temperature for this time of year. Not that you completely minded. It was comforting knowing for once, there was something colder than the ice wrapped snugly around your heart. That being said, you were not about to pass on the opportunity that presented itself.

“Hajimeee, it’s cold. Give me your jacket.” To begin your theatrical performance, you crossed your arms over your chest, pretending to tremble as your fingertips trailed against your bare skin, seeking heat through the development of friction. Soon, a childish whine followed, accompanied by the innocent batting of your eyelashes.

Iwaizumi swallowed the exasperated noises your demand had generated, mentally praying for patience. His eyes then flickered to his own body helplessly. “I’m not wearing a jacket, y/n.”

To confirm the truth of his statement, you shifted your attention to his torso lazily. Shit. He was right. “Fair point… Then give me your arm. Severed or not, I can work with both.” After dipping an eyelid into a wink, you proceeded a single step closer to him, partially afraid he may reject your proposal.

But the last thing Hajime Iwaizumi would ever do is reject you when you needed him most.

“If you wanted a hug, you could have asked.” Obliging with your commands, his arms secured around your waist, leading your body to find support against his, gently. Lightly he petted the back of your head, aiming to provide some form of solace. The gesture unconsciously brought liquid to glaze over your eyes.

“Fine. I want a hug.” Burying your face into the cotton fabric, the scent attached to his clothes washed tranquility over you. Maybe you were pathetic right now. Maybe you were overreacting. But it didn’t matter. Your friends would never view you as pathetic. Oikawa had conveyed that when you accidentally broke down to him during one of your weekly face-time chats. He knew everything, but due to the fact he was in Brazil, there was only so much comfort he could provide. Iwaizumi was here. He could hold you, and possibly smack some sense into you, if needed.

“What’s going on with you?” His voice forcefully dragged you out of your thoughts, reminding you that there was someone right in front of you, willing to bear the weight of the world with you.

“I thought I’d be happier at this point of my life… I don’t want to sound ungrateful, ya know. I’m just so… blegh.” Squirming in his embrace to loosen his grip, you poked out your tongue to create the noise which earned you a confused blink from the male.

“I’m not sure what blegh means. You wanna try that again?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow questioningly, his eyes searching yours for clarity.

“I’m tired. Last night wasn’t the first time ‘Samu bailed on me. Recently it’s been happening more and more often… I just… miss him, and I don’t know. I’m being selfish, right? I should just let it go. It’s fine. Whatever. I’m fine! I’m a boss ass bitch that doesn’t need anyone. Who cares if I miss out on opportunities just to work around his schedule? Who cares if I spend most of my nights alone? I’m fine. It’ll be fine.” Hysterical laughter escorted yours words, burning your throat far more than the alcohol you had secretly consumed earlier.

“I don’t think that’s the right way to go about it. You can’t be the only one making sacrifices.” Pain originally stung his chest, but it was quickly replaced with rage towards the black haired twin.

“If I stop trying, no one will.” In order to distract yourself from the seriousness of the conversation, you toyed with the bottle of water within your grasp, ripping at the label. Iwaizumi understood that you were distraught, the thought of ending a relationship of eight years would devastate anyone. Every inch of him wished he could steal your pain and claim it as his own. However, there was nothing he could offer other than his support and love. But he still desired to say something, anything – to shelter you from the clouds hovering over you. Yet the second he opened his mouth, the sound of the balcony door creaking open alerted the two of you to another’s presence.

“Hey. Am I interrupting something?”

Let’s do it again, shall we - lonely

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pinkjeanist · 4 years

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“daydream.” || hizashi yamada

⇥ You wore heels on the wrong day, and your legs pay the price. Luckily, Hizashi is there to help. [1.6k words]

a/n: i hate feet. i hate feet SO much. this fic SUCKS because every time i had to write the word “feet” i CRINGED. i would NEVER let hizashi or anyone else touch my feet. my feet dont exist. i hate them so much im denying their existence. [navigation]

You so desperately wished you could walk in someone else’s shoes. These heels were killing you.

It was a teacher’s development day, which meant you had to dress up, and you felt strange in anything other than heels when you wore a pencil skirt. But what Nezu had failed to tell you in his little email was that the meetings would go on for six hours. Of course, you got to sit at the meetings, but between them, you’d have to walk from building to building, and up and down stairs to get to the rooms you were assigned to. You’d worn a tall pair of heels expecting to have three meetings at most. Now, your legs were practically about to fall off.

You passed Yamada a few times during passing, in which he pointed out your struggling on the very first occurrence.

“Yo, Miss Y/l/n! What’s going on?” You quickly checked your watch to see how much time you had, and decidedly stopped as he approached. You would have been overwhelmed by the feeling in your chest if the feeling in your feet wasn’t nearly cut-off from agony (okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch).

“Oh, it’s just these heels…” You replied, letting him take your elbow as he often did. His brow furrowed in concern over his glasses. “Nezu didn’t tell me how long the day was going to be, and I decided to wear these, and now I kind of regret it.”

“Yeouch! I’d give you my shoes if I could, but I don’t think those heels would fit me! Not that I mind wearing heels, though.”

“I know,” You smiled, looking down at your feet though not so much from the pain, now. “I appreciate the sentiment. It means a lot.”

His hand moved to gently squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t get too down about it, Y/l/n! It hurts now, but you’ll be off your feet soon enough! I’ll see you back at the dorms later, okay?”

You nodded, and his hand moved quickly to pat your head before letting go of your elbow. “I’ll see you later, Yamada.”

You parted ways, and you tried not to reminisce on how his hand felt on your elbow and head as you near-stumbled to your next meeting. When he passed you twice in the hall after that, he asked if your feet were hurting any worse, and when you said yes, he gave you enough kind encouragement to not just take off your shoes and walk to the next meeting barefoot. He hugged you both of those times, and you tried not to hold him as tight as you wanted, even though his arms pulled you close like a two-armed octopus. He’s wearing a different cologne today, you thought to yourself as you continued to your last meeting.

When you finally made it back to the dorms, you collapsed on the couch with your heels tossed to the side (you didn’t even want to look at them), still in your dress clothes. Your feet hurt too much to go up to your rooms and change.

You said hi to the other teachers as they trudged in wearily after you, just as drained from the training that they knew wasn’t going to help anyone (you were only heroes, after all). You could tell Ectoplasm was near his limit with his prosthetics. Eraserhead looked like a dead man walking. But Yamada seemed more than happy as he came through the door, spotting you and rushing immediately over.

“Heya, Y/l/n! Feeling any better?”

“Oh Yamada. My feet are gonna hurt forever,” You cried with a grin. He came to sit on the floor next to the couch, by your head. “I’ve been laying here for five minutes and they’re still practically numb. This is it. This is how I die.”

“Aw, don’t talk like that! Who’s gonna jam with me to my mixtapes when you’re gone?” Your face heated up when his hand moved back to the top of your head. However, this time it stayed, and he started to almost play with it. You had to look away from him to keep your heart from imploding.

“That’s true. You do have pretty good mixtapes. They’d be perfect if you put Africa by Toto on all of them,” You smiled, thinking back to the countless arguments you’d had with him over the song.

He groaned dramatically. “It only fits on the classic rock mixtape! Do you really think it belongs on my screamo one? Or my jazzhop one? Or the Carly Rae Jepsen-and-Gaga mix?”

“Africa by Toto is a timeless classic that fits any and all situations. A day at your mom’s house. Your cocktail party. Your wedding. Your funeral. Your goldfish’s funeral. It’ll fit right in with Asking Alexandria on your screamo mixtape, I swear.”

“I’ll take your word for it, but I’m still not adding Africa to any other mixtapes.”

You frowned, trying not to smile. “Please-”

“No.”

“Pretty please-?”

“No!” He giggled, standing to his feet. His hand lingered for a second on the top of your head.

“You’re leaving?” You asked, your frown not very fake, this time.

“Well, I was gonna go grab some lotion to rub your feet for you, but if you want me to go-”

Your hand shot out to take a gentle hold of his wrist. “No- I mean, uhm.” You cleared your throat. “I mean, you don’t have to rub my feet. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you not want your feet rubbed? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Well, it’d be nice, but-”

“Then I’m gonna go grab my lotion. I’ll be right back, hon!” He sped off before you could protest any further. You sighed as your head hit the arm of the couch. Looking into the kitchen across from the living area, Kayama eyed you with a smirk as she made herself a sandwich. You flipped her off. She was the only person you’d told about your little thing for Yamada, which was probably a mistake, since she’d been talking about you around Yamada fairly often every chance she got-

Wait a goddamn minute. Yamada called you hon.

Your face heated up almost immediately at the thought. He gave everyone nicknames (except you), usually based on their quirk or their hero name or something like that, but he never called anyone hon. Not honey, not darling, not sweetie, not any of that. Hell, the most he would call Eraserhead was ‘Zawa, and they’d known each other since their schooling days. You’d only ever called each other by your last names, sometimes a similar abbreviation of them, but you’d never dared to go further.

It couldn’t mean anything, you told yourself. It was just a slip of the tongue-

“I’m back, sugar! You ready?” You choked at his voice. Uh. Not a slip of the tongue, then?? “Alright, I’m gonna touch your feet, now. Is that okay?”

“Uhm. Yes.” You coughed. “But you really don’t have to, I mean it- ugh…”

You fell short of words as he put his hands on your right foot, kneading into the sole. The deep ache was still there, but it felt a whole world better than it had just a split second ago, and your senses were only heightened by it being him touching you, caring for you.

“Is this alright?” He asked, and if your eyes weren’t closed, you’d probably see that shit-eating grin he always wore when he teased you, even if his voice was gentle and warm at the moment. You melted into the couch.

“You could say that, yeah…” He hummed in reply. You could feel him moving to sit on the opposite arm of the couch, putting your foot in his lap as he worked. After a while, you let yourself sigh and feed into it. The lesser part of you imagined for a second that he was your partner and doing this because he loved you, not just because he wanted to. You usually whisked away thoughts like those almost as a reflex when you were around him, but for once, you let yourself bask in it.

After a while, Yamada set your feet down on the cushions and moved to your side. You didn’t realize he was done until you felt him kneel by your head. “Does that feel any better?”

You opened your eyes, glancing briefly at him before moving your feet. There was still an ache that would only pass with time, but…”It feels amazing. Thank you.”

You tried to stand, but once you were on your feet, you nearly toppled over at the strange feeling that came from the foot rub. He was quick to catch you, and kept an arm wrapped around your waist as he led you to the stairs, even after you’d regained your bearings. “Just take it easy tonight, okay? And maybe ditch those heels. I think they’re causing more pain than they’re worth.”

A heaviness came over your chest as you tried to turn back to the living room. “Oh, my heels-”

“I’ll bring them up later. You just need to lay down, hon.”

You let yourself lean into him as he led you up to your room and into your bed, sitting at the edge for a moment to put his hand on your cheek. You swallowed, but didn’t shy away. “I’ll go get your heels. But really, you should ditch those shoes. I mean, they look really good on you, but so do those black boots you wore last week.”

The familiar heat returned to your face. “Well, uhm, I can’t really wear those to meetings…”

“I’m sure you’d look gorgeous in flats, then. Or any other shoes. You’re just gorgeous.,” He smiled, then standing as if he hadn’t just said something you’d only dreamed about ever since meeting him. “I’ll go get those heels, hon.”

You blinked as the door shut behind him. Okay, maybe you’d allow yourself one more domestic fantasy with Yamada while you waited for him to come back.

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bobo-archive · 2 years

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Nuts and Dolts Christmas Day 3

December 3rd: “It’s just what I wanted, thank you.”

Does This Count as a Present?

Summary - Ruby knew moving to Atlas would cause a lot of social shifts. Sure, the people nowadays weren’t as shitty but god dammit she still wanted to pummel some of these aristocratic ideas in the face.

Words: 766

Ruby had dreaded this part of the party for months. This party though? Of course it was… Fancy. Atlesians wouldn’t have it any other way. Not only that, they lived in a richer corner of Atlas.

Of people who spent more money on other things than their homes.

The party had been very dull. Ruby had to act as proper as she could. Blegh. It made her want to puke. No elbows on the table? Napkin in her lap? SALAD FORKS USED WITH ONLY SALAD?! It was ridiculous. If Penny hadn’t been so insistent on her coming, she wouldn’t have even considered going.

Now she was about to get upstaged by everyone here during White Elephant.

There weren't that many people, just the people in the neighborhood they lived in. Around 16 people, mostly older considering it was smaller homes.

And there wasn’t a single child, thankfully.

“Okay. If I may have everyone’s attention,” The head of the house, Mr. Daysong, had rung a little bell he’d been holding the entire time, “We are about to pass around the hat. In the hat there are notes with numbers on them. Draw one and hold onto it so you know when your turn is.”

The group gradually nodded, and the hat began to go around and slips of paper were drawn out.

The hat made it to Penny first, who gleefully grabbed a slip then handed it to Ruby. Ruby pulled her own.

She opened it and saw a 2 written on it.

Fantastic.

She turned to Penny who was smiling.

“What’s your number?” Ruby raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! I'm 16!” The redhead flipped her slip to show her wife.

God damnit.

“Wow, uh, I got 2,” Ruby showed hers, flipping it around.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Penny frowned, but leaned to her ear to whisper, “It’ll be okay, you have different taste then most of the people here.”

“That’s true I suppose,” Ruby shrugged.

The first person went of course. They opened a perfume. Supposedly from some model’s collection.

Ruby liked women, yeah, but she never paid attention to the mainstream media so she had not a clue who it even was when she saw a picture on the box.

So she had no desire to attempt to steal it.

Ruby stood up when 2 was called and headed to the pile of presents. She stared around, neatly wrapped, gift bags, the presents she and Penny brought she didn’t want.

The only reason they’d gotten the ideas for those presents was thanks to the help of Weiss and Winter.

Ruby settled on a neatly wrapped rectangular box. Red wrapping paper and a golden bow.

She sat back in her spot with Penny and tore the wrapping paper.

Inside there was a rock. A smooth stone. Beside it was a note.

‘A stone older than time. Family Reserve XW62’

“It’s… A 200 year old rock?” Ruby sounded confused.

“Yes, it’s from my family’s reserve, down in an old Mistralein mountain,” Mrs. Storm raised her hand up. The older lady was clearly proud of her gift.

Was…

A rock… Even really…

A gift?

Well…

It technically could be…

But a White Elephant?!

Ruby turned to Penny confused. Penny’s brows furrowed in disapproval at Ruby’s reaction.

“This is cool,” Ruby finally said.

The circle continued, until it finally ended.

Penny managed to get a hot cocoa set, with a bunch of fancy flavors.

Ruby was still stuck with the rock.

The event wrapped up and the couple were on their way back to their home.

The two walked side by side, holding hands while Ruby carried their gifts.

“Ruby, why are you so upset over your gift? That’s rude, it was really thoughtful,” Penny said.

“But to her it must’ve been almost meaningless for her to give it up like that,” Ruby shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s probably not true,” The redhead sighed, “I know… You don’t exactly… Like people like our neighbors,” She explained, “But to them that’s a meaningful gift, it may not be to us, but just consider how they were raised.”

Ruby thought for a moment.

Hell, maybe it was.

She thought back to some of the gifts she’d received from people like Weiss’s mom and such.

Oh.

“Wow, okay… You uh… May be right,” She chuckled lightly.

She thought about it to herself and felt more guilty.

Once they got home she opened the rock again and stared at it.

She smiled, then pulled out her scroll.

She then texted Mrs. Storm.

‘Thank you for the rock. It’s something I didn’t realize I’d enjoy so much.’

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caitybug · 4 years

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(Also sorry you are working on sads and feel blegh) maybe Rain is too "mundain" as far as prompts. 5? 7? 8? Any of those sound fun? 😂

5. Typed kisses.

7. Kisses after decades apart.

8. Kisses after dark.

Birdy, bc I love you, I’m going to try to do all of these haha.

(Shoutout to @adamarks for looking this over to make sure I wasn’t going insane.)

(1:35): Good morning!

(1:35): Snow, it’s 1 in the morning.

(1:36): Why are you messaging me?

(1:36): It’s 7:30 here.

(1:36): It’s still morning, though. So my original text stands.

(1:37): Good morning, Snow.

(1:37):😘 😘

(1:38): XO.

Day 2:

(10:03): Let me know how your appointment goes.

(10:03): XO.

(10:04): My what?

(10:04): Your check-up.

(11:05): You forgot about it, didn’t you?

(11:10): I’m here, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Baz.

(11:12): You’re an idiot, Snow.

(11:12): 😘 😘 love you.

(11:13): I love you too, XO.

Day 3:

(15:03): Do you think the milk is still good?

(15:04): When did it go bad?

(15:05): It says it went bad a few days ago.

(15:06): But the date says best by…

(15:06): So it just means it isn’t at its BEST right?

(15:07): How does it smell?

(15:07): Not good.

(15:08): Then don’t drink it.

(15:09): What if I just don’t know how milk is supposed to smell? How often do I really smell milk?

(15:10): Snow, just get more milk. I think we can spare the money it costs.

(15:10): But I’ve already started cooking.

(15:12): I’m just going to try anyway.

(15:12): It’ll be cooked anyway, right?

(15:13): I want it known I believe this to be a bad idea.

(15:14): You also said that subscribing to three different butter services was “unnecessary and excessive”

(15:15): I stand by that, Snow.

(15:15): How can one person eat that much butter each month?

(15:16): I can’t believe you would doubt my abilities like this.

(15:16): I thought we were in a loving and supportive relationship.

(15:17): I love you and support your health.

(15:17): Which means cutting back on butter sometimes, darling.

(15:20): I’m going to use the milk.

(15:22): I wish you the best.

(15:22): 😘 😘

(15:23): XO.

Day 5:

(7:40): How is your stomach?

(7:45): Better.

(7:45): I told you to buy new milk.

(7:47): I think there is a stomach bug going around.

(7:47): Probably that.

(7:49): Sure, Snow.

(7:49): That’s why you spent yesterday regurgitating the entire contents of your stomach.

(7:50): Yes, it is.

(7:52): Have a good day.

(7:52): I miss you.

(7:52): 😘 😘

(7:55): I miss you too.

(7:55): XO.

Day 8:

(20:46): The people above us are pounding it out again.

(20:47): Earplugs are in my bedside drawer.

(20:47): If you were here I’d just try to compete.

(20:48): You certainly would not.

(20:50): I bet we could beat them.

(20:52): Come on, Baz, I know you’ve got a competitive streak. Don’t let Richard and Shelly show us up.

(20:53): You’ve got two hands, Snow. I’m sure you could manage something.

(20:54): Oh? Good idea.

(20:54): Talk later.

(20:55): 😘 😘

(20:57): I regret so much about this conversation.

(20:57): XO.

Day 13:

(14:05): YOU COME BACK TOMORROW!

(14:07): Please stop yelling at me.

(14:07): But yes, I do.

(14:08): 😊 😊 😊

(14:09): I love you.

(14:14): I love you too.

(14:15): Can we facetime?

(14:15): In a couple of hours, Snow.

(14:15): I’ve got one more meeting.

(14:16): 😔

(14:16): Alright.

(14:17): XO.

(14:18): 😘 😘

Day 14

I get through security. It’s always a painful even, especially in America. Have to practically strip just to stand in a machine that tells everyone what I’ve already known.

No gun here the machine says with a green light and a beep.

As if I’d need one.

It’s been delayed several hours for a reason I’ve yet to figure out. The weather looks clear, planes are moving in and out. People on other flights are still departing on time.

The only reasonable explanation I’ve come up with is the airline is incompetent.

“Snow,” I say, putting a finger in my right ear, trying to ignore the man screaming at the poor help desk person. “I may not be back until tomorrow.”

I look at the clock. Even if we left now I wouldn’t get home until midnight.

“What? Why?” He asks. His voice sounds frantic.

I hate worrying him.

“This airline work flew me through is set upon ruining my life,” I growl under my breath.

The service representatives have been berated enough, they don’t need me coming after them as well. (Even if I want to.)

(Crowley do I want to.)

“Right now it doesn’t have us leaving for another two hours, so at earliest I won’t be home until 3 in the morning. With the trend of how this has been going, I won’t be surprised if it gets canceled altogether.”

He huffs.

“I miss you.”

It comes out as a whisper, any quieter, and I would have missed it.

It’s not that he’s ashamed of saying it. We’ve said it a lot over the past two weeks.

He’s sad. I am too. I was supposed to be home by dinner. We were going to order takeaway and watch a movie, kiss and makeup for lost time.

Ignore all responsibilities of the world around us for the evening.

“I miss you too.” I face the large windows, looking at planes that aren’t mine leaving the runway.

The blasted airport is under construction too. Everyone said to fly in and out of La Guardia because it is easier, but I’m wondering if I should have taken JFK.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“You better. Preferably before I drink more spoiled milk.”

“Stay away from all dairy products until I return,” I chuckle into the phone.

An announcement comes over the intercom.

“They’re announcing another delay, I’m sure,” I groan. “I’ll send you a text.”

“I love you,” he says from the other side.

“I love you too,” I respond, ending the call and slipping it into my pocket.

(14:36): I hope you get home soon.

(14:36): Threaten to suck their blood, or something.

(14:36): I’m sure that would work.

(14:36): 😘 😘.

(14:37): You’re an idiot, Snow.

(14:37): XO.

Day 15, 4:16

I turn my key in the door, trying to quietly walk into the flat. My suitcase softly rolls against the wood behind me as I pull it in, letting it sit next to the door.

Unpacking can happen after I get at least fourteen hours of sleep.

I place a brown paper sack of scones on the kitchen table.

I couldn’t resist. The shop next to us had just opened, and I knew it would make him smile.

I continue down the hallway, stopping only to take a piss.

In our room, still blanketed in darkness apart from the street lights coming from the road beside us, Simon softly snores.

He still sleeps on his side of the bed while I’m away. It makes my heart feel softer than I’d like to admit.

One hand rests next to his head, his wings spread out across the bed.

I change clothes, relieving myself of all the feelings of travel before softly lifting a wing to get under the blanket and allow him to cover me again.

I don’t have long to process the fact that I’m with him again before I feel something wrap around my calf.

I pause for a moment before I remember.

The tail.

He is, for all I can tell, still asleep. Meaning it’s recognized I’m here and is saying hello in its own way.

I rub it softly with my other foot.

It dislikes not getting attention, you see.

Simon’s mouth is open as he breathes deeply. I think his pillow is a little wet.

I’d call it disgusting (it is, truly), but I missed him so much that I can’t help but smile.

I risk moving closer and kiss his cheek softly, trying not to wake him up.

I know he hasn’t slept well without me.

(I haven’t either, without him.)

Side effect of sleeping for so many years in that tower. We both got dreadfully used to hearing the other breathe, the way we each navigated and slept.

At this point, I think even his snoring lulls me to sleep.

(I still complain about it, however.)

An arm wraps behind my back and pulls me close.

He takes a deep breath, and when I pull back I see one eye open.

“Hey there,” he says, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Your breath smells.” I lean in, kissing his forehead.

“Well your hair is greasy,” he replies, pulling me into a kiss, his hand moving to my hair.

“You don’t seem to mind it.”

He hums in response.

I pull him tighter. I need to feel this. Everything.

His lips.

His hands.

His chest against mine.

“And you don’t seem to mind the morning breath,” he states, smiling at me as we break for a moment.

I open my mouth to retort but he puts a finger to my lips, shushing me.

“No talking, only kissing,” he whispers. “I’ve not kissed my fiancé in decades.”

He leans in but I pull back for a moment.

“It’s been two weeks, Snow.”

“Decades,” he states matter of factly. “Each day was like five years passed. It’s been 70 years. I’ve gone grey and wrinkly, waiting for you to return.”

I laugh, being shut up briefly by another round of kisses.

I should sleep.

But this is so much better than sleeping.

I feel something wet hit my cheek.

Backing up, worried there is a leak from the ceiling, I realize why.

It’s Simon.

“Love,” I say.

What’s wrong?

“It’s fine; it’s fine,” he says, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I’m just tired, and I missed you.”

Another tear drops from one of his eyes, and I brush it away with my thumb.

I open my mouth to say a response, to comfort, but I feel a stinging in my own eyes.

(My eyes have been open for too long, you see. Couldn’t sleep on the plane. I’ve been up far too long to be able to control any tears that fall.)

I lean in to kiss him again.

We kiss, and kiss, and keep kissing. Hands roam, trying to remind our brains of what it feels like to have each other again.

It was dark when we started, but soon an orange haze comes over the room as the sun rises.

The tears start, stop, start again.

Laughter rings out a few times.

“You did WHAT to our oven??” I shout at one point.

He lays now with his head on my chest. My eyes are closed, fingers scratching his head lightly.

His hand is softly rubbing my stomach.

“Wait,” Simon says, jumping up and looking at me.

I blink a few times, trying to fight off the sleep that was about to overcome me.

“Did you get?” He asks, question incomplete.

I search his eyes for a moment, frowning, trying to comprehend before I realize what he is saying.

“Yes, they are on the table,” I laugh softly.

He jumps up and starts to go to the door.

He pauses, looking back at me, clearly wracking his brain with a question.

“We can eat them in bed,” I say, knowing where his mind is trying to go.

He smiles and continues his run to the kitchen.

I look out the window and see the sun hit the windows of nearby buildings.

It’s good to be home.

#snowverylost #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #Caity does fanfiction #I hope you like this!#Me #Trying To Do A Text Fic #lol #<3 you birdy

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randombubblegum · 4 years

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hi okay so i just read ur yellow lovely fic and i want your take on what you think the fan reaction was in the fictional universe with this alt version of lucky people and when they found out abt their relationship. it feels crucial to me

HI ANON THANKS FOR THIS ASK AND FOR READING i texted kat (co-author) to get her take so we can give you the best answer possible

first we discussed if they would publicly come out at all: obviously awsten would want to, but otto doesn’t seem like the type to want his business in the public eye AT ALL and that goes double for people speculating about his sexuality :( so i don’t think awsten would make a post like HEY BTW I’M DATING OTTO NOW even if he would really want to on some level. plus i don’t think waterparks getting branded as a “queer band” just as album 2 came out would be good for their future prospects because the entertainment industry really is Just That Shitty. blegh

THAT BEING SAID: we don’t want them to have to keep this relationship a closeted secret because THAT’S TOO FCKING SAD!!!!!!! :,( so here’s how we think it would go down.

awsten would make it as blatant as he can without coming out and putting it into words. pictures of otto titled “BOYFRIEND”, holding his hand and kissing his cheek in public, saying he’s taken in interviews, acting as lovey-dovey as he can get away with. WHICH, if you look at how LOVEY DOVEY HE IS WITH OTTO IN REAL LIFE WITH NOBODY BATTING AN EYE is pretty damn affectionate, right? and homophobes and normie straight people would be all “it’s just stage gay :/“ or “they seem to be very good friends :)” while all the queer fans (and people who otherwise have eyes) would see the writing on the wall and Know. which i think is honestly pretty close to the actual waterparks fandom perception LOL.

awsten just got out of a long, public relationship with a girl, which most people know the album is about, and otto is as straight-passing as they come, so they have enough plausible deniability to be safe. it’s like a pete wentz situation here. that way they can hold hands, awsten resting his head sleepily on otto’s shoulder while otto looks over at him like he hung the moon, and rocksound will publish an article about “top 10 best bromances in music!” and they’ll fly under the mainstream radar for another day. but we’ll know. :+)

p.s. as for lucky people? the rewritten lyrics are still not Explicitly Gay so it’ll be a “g.i.n.a.s.f.s./bang the doldrums by fall out boy” type situation where everyone with eyes will be like. oh. huh. this is about otto. but awsten can still be like “I DUNNOOOOO :)” when asked about it in interviews

#ideally when things are Better in like #the music world #they can come out for real :')#happily ever after and not just below the waist *fob lyric ref*#fictalk #mail time!#fic comments

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aranea-mechanica · 4 years

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(( BREAKING NEWS: here’s the 4k unfinished rp log from after this post, in which tarantulas temporarily adopted @medicalmurdersaurus, @kingasaurusrex, @surly-saurus, @tomatofaceasaurus, @elite-tracker, and @slvdge, and they wreaked absolute havoc on the Tor.

TAKE CHANCES, MAKE MISTAKES, GET MESSY!

Tarantulas

One thing led to another led to another led to another. Scooping Swoop up somehow got leaked to Grimlock, then Grimlock threatening him via comm inspired Tarantulas to adopt him too, which got leaked to Slag as well, who joined the party and essentially dragged Snarl and Sludge and Slash along for the ride. Tarantulas hopped through one portal after another herding them into the Tor, and mysteriously enough, they all seemed completely fine with the impromptu field trip. It was surreal how quickly and painlessly it came to pass - and all the more foreboding for what would probably follow.

The room the Dinobots were plopped into was mainly clear of equipment, although it had a decent serving of webbing slung around here and there. One might mistake it for a foyer of sorts, given the paths branching off toward more dim destinations. Strange sounds and smells emanated from far too many directions.

…In hindsight, Tarantulas would probably find that this hadn’t been the wisest of places to drop the Dinobots into the Tor for the first time. Popping back into the foyer at last, he’d just have to see the results of his poor decision for himself, now wouldn’t he?

Swoop

On the plus side, getting kidnapped gives Swoop a chance to look around while his siblings are herded up. On the down side, getting kidnapped gives Swoop a chance to look around while his siblings are herded up.

The high ceilings are far too tempting. He has to know what is up there. Up where? Up there.

Tarantulas

Swoop's first guess is probably right - webs. More webs, loosely spun. Probably a pretty fantastic jungle gym, a thought that's definitely occurred to Tarantulas as well.

Grimlock

Grimlock had only been outside his own verse a handful of times. Notably only to see the Prime that wasn't Prime, but regardless, this place is new. With new smells. And new sounds. And several new sights. He squints through his visor, deciding quickly he doesn't like it.

Which is only a half lie to himself.

He's curious as hell. Enough so that he reaches out to start poking at the various webbing strands littering the area-

And immediately decided it was interesting enough to start pulling at. Weird how it looked like string but felt nothing like it. Should probably take some home. It'd look cool in Kraken's cage.

Swoop

Swoop circles the room once, twice, a third time for good measure. In the last pass, he dips down past Grimlock and pulls up sharply so he can get enough momentum to fling himself up to the highest webs while transforming. He shrieks all the way up to his new perch.

Sludge

Swoop chose to go up, but Sludge? Sludge chose to go left, and investigate this entirely new place from the ground level. There's weird smells coming from that way, he has to know what they are, immediately. And possibly touch whatever's making those weird smells.

Absolutely touch whatever makes the weird smells.

Snarl

Snarl is just kinda staying put exactly where he ended up.

Tarantulas

The threads aren't really sticky - most of them, anyhow - but they do pull and pull and pull, and never seem to actually snap. The ones on the ceiling are thicker and have less give, which probably benefits Swoop (though if he chooses wisely he could certainly have a bungee-jumping adventure). Grimlock, however, probably won't be able to snag a sample of silk unless he slices instead of pulls.

If Sludge wanders far enough down the hall to the left, he'll reach a room with massive vats of various organic and inorganic fluids. Science lab or buffet? Who can tell.

What does it really matter what the original intent was, honestly.

Snarl

This wasn't part of his plan for the day. Not that he ever had much of a plan, but he definitely hadn't been ready for getting dragged along to be a part of the Tor.

Kinda looked like they just traded one dark rocky space, for another dark-ish space.

Swoop

There is some WWE off the ropes flinging going on towards the ceiling. This is a great time and Swoop is here for it, except... since when do his brothers come on his weird outings? That's new. Swoop springs towards the machinery nearest Snarl, landing with a CLANG.

Snarl

A lesser bot who DIDN'T LIVE WITH SWOOP 24-7 would probably be startled.

Grimlock

He's coming to that conclusion himself, though his considerable strength had managed to pull the elastic-like strands a decent way out of their original positioning. Now he wants this even more. Wheeljack could probably make some awesome weapon or maybe just something all around cool for the Dinocave.

He's thinking punching bags.

A hammock would be kinda cool too. He's seen those on tv and they at least look like a good time. It's never going to happen, however, unless he manages to get some of this stuff back home.

So without further ado, he reaches to his back to disconnect the base of his sword and activate it. When in doubt-slice it.

Swoop

"SNARL!" the pterosaur giggles. "You go a place. An INSIDE place!" It's difficult for someone as cartoonish as Swoop to come across over the top enough for the sarcasm to be clear. But, by god, he's trying.

Tarantulas

Thus begins the damage that Tarantulas will eventually have to repair and/or clean up later. Swoop's definitely leaving claw marks on that machinery.

Snarl

Snarl levels him with a look as flat as stale water. "What inside place?"

You have a chance to sell it, Swoop.

Swoop

Swoop throws his arms out Robert Downey Jr style to illustrate the Tor. "Dunno!"

Sludge

Vats! Full of stuff!

None of which he recognizes, but they're interesting colors and he's pretty sure that red flavor is the best flavor for anything. Spike had said that once. Sludge peered between the vats for a moment, trying to locate one that was red. And once he finds one, he carefully sets his cat down on the floor out of the way, and promptly shoves his face into said vat.

It's time... to lick the red flavor.

Snarl

Well. That meant his options were play statue exactly where he was which was tempting or go along with Swoop.... who might screech and pick at his armor until he does anyway.

Path of least resistance it is. Massive shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. "Kay. We go."

Tarantulas

Red flavor = probably synthetic blood, maybe, sort of. Does Sludge know what hemoglobin and plasma taste like? If so, it'll definitely be familiar, and nothing that'll affect his systems. His cat might find the vat strange, though.

And Grimlock can certainly have at, and with moderate success. Expect much chastising from Tarantulas once he does arrive and finds missing chunks of webbing, though.

Swoop

Nice. Another victory for Swoop.

"Us goooooooo-" He spun in a circle and then pointed in an arbitrary direction. "-thata way!"

Snarl

Good of a place as any. "Kay." Off they go then.

Tarantulas

Lots of static coming from "thata way." They'll have to open a few very-locked doors before they get to the source of it all.

Snarl

Hm. A door.

Fire time.

Sludge

Blegh. Spike was wrong, red flavor is worst flavor. Sludge is going to try the ominously glowing purple flavor instead. Maybe that one tastes better? Hopefully Tarantulas won't mind that he knocked over the blue vat on his way there.

Snarl

...This door is being very stubborn for fire time. Clearly that means there needs to be MORE FIRE TIME.

Swoop

Swoop is pro fire. He is always pro fire. But he's also pro comedy...

.... so he's going to go over and poke buttons to see if he can get the door open despite his brother.

Tarantulas

Blue vat leaves a sticky mess on the floor that Sludge won't enjoy stepping in, mostly because he'd get, well, stuck. Glowing purple flavor is mysteriously void of scent and taste, but leaves a mild tingle wherever it touches.

Snarl

At least the door is a little more pliable than before. So while Swoop is off CLEARLY not helping, Snarl decides to take matters into his own hands.

Literally into his hands. He starts beating on the door with his fists.

Sludge

The tingle is kind of cool. Let's try some more of that and see if he can make his insides tingle.

Tarantulas

The door, meanwhile, holds against the fire, but the buttons nearby start to malfunction under the combo of radiant heat & ridiculous mashing. They're doing Tarantulas a favor by finding out the flaws in his security, right? In the end the fists are what does the door in first, and they're on to the next one.

And yes, Sludge, your insides are definitely tingling now. That might be an unfortunate distraction from the fact that the other parts that WERE tingling are no longer feeling ANYTHING now.

Snarl

One last hit, and the poor door finally gives, getting essentially blown off its frame.

Snarl

"Open."

Swoop

"You Snarl DID IT!" : >

Snarl

"You Swoop and Me Snarl go to 'that way' now."

Swoop

Swoop dashes through the door and immediately looks up to see if there's more stuff to play with.

Swoop

Snarl follows along at a more leisurely, lumbering pace.

Tarantulas

Nope, just another hallway leading six possible directions. The static's coming from behind another door. Suuuuuper tempting, right?

Sludge

Well, his insides feel really tingly and it's super cool. But he feels weirdly off balance with half his face no longer feeling anything. Maybe he should leave the rest of the vats alone now. He'll come check them out again later. Aaaaafter he's checked what other rooms are in this hallway.

Snarl

"...Me hear noise."

"Swoop, that you?"

"You Swoop weird noise allllll the time."

Swoop

Swoop runs a circle, going past each possible option before sliding Tom Cruise style into Snarl's side.

"Nope! It not Swoop."

Tarantulas

Meanwhile, guess who's busy conjuring another bridge back to the Tor, finally. Oh dear.

Snarl

Snarl, squints and scrutinizes Swoop. Not that staring at him suspiciously does much for figuring out SOUND.

Slash

Slash finally makes it to the party, she looks around at what is going on so far, seems all her brothers have wondered off to do their own thing. She probably should be a good dino and wait for her leader Slag, but all the new scent and surroundings where to tempting to stay still for too long!

Slash was soon sniffing around and collecting as many new scents as she can, it was time to explore!

Grimlock

Grimlock has a large, triumphant handful of the strange white stringy stuff. After much hacking has been had to get it that far. He's, for the moment, content and immediately wraps it around his arm for safe keeping. Besides, it makes his arm thicker by just that much that clotheslining Slag is going to be hilarious later.

That done, he notices his brothers have, as they're wont to do, wandered off. Well shit. Whose scent does he follow- or does he follow the odd chemical smell that burns at his ol factory sensors in a way that's not entirely unpleasant....

His brothers would be fine. Odd smells it is then.

Swoop

For a genuine moment, Swoop lets Snarl listen. That is his thinking face after all. But Swoop can only stand it so long before he just.... chirp!

Snarl

Oh, hey, the weird noise is getting louder. Kinda sounds like the TV when the channels don't feel like working. Or something like that.

Nope. Was probably Swoop.

Tarantulas

Sludge's exploration supplies him with various rewards - rooms full of more organic smells and sights, something that looks like an operating theater, then a dissection lab that definitely has specimens still displayed. Ick.

Swoop

"This Spiderbot, uh, house."

Sludge

The poor dinobot has no idea what an operating theater is, but it's got sharp pointy things and shiny things so that's where he's gonna play now. Some of these look like things Ratchet uses. Where's Swoop? He'd know what they were.

"SWOOP!"

Tarantulas

Sludge's yell makes things shake and clatter a little. Nothing's damaged.... yet.

Also, 'house' is a generous term.

Slash

Slash decided to follow the scent to the vats she can smell Sludge has been here also, she wondered over to the vats to get a closer look and sniff only to step into the blue sticky mess and tumble forward into it.

Tarantulas

Grimlock's sense of smell leads him in a similar direction to Sludge, but down a different hall. It'll take him a long time to get to the source of the smell, but there's a straight path, and a green glow far, far off at the end.

Snarl

"Spiderbot have loud house."

"...."

"Wait that sound like him Sludge."

Slash

Slash is stuck! The blue goop clings to her if she tries to pull away.

Snarl

Hmmm. Sludge or the door. Decisions.

He looks to Swoop. ????

Slash

Slash is pulling! SHE WANTS OUT!! "ME SLASH STUCK!"

Swoop

Swoop looks back where Sludge's bellowing came from, then up at Snarl.

"Him dead."

Snarl

Well that settles that.

"Kay. We open door thing now."

Grimlock

Ugh. The smell was no longer as pleasant the closer he got to it. It stung, actually. Grimlock's face was set in a grimace under his mask and for half a second he almost turns back around. Then his optics narrowed and he growled. Giving up was for LOSERS. And Grimlock was no loser.

The green glow was more of a pinprick in the distance at the moment and Grimlock took off at a run, lumbering steps echoing down the narrow space.

Swoop

Swoop bobbled his head in agreement. Later, losers.

Snarl

There are more doors to break down. Like this one. Fire Time part 2.

Swoop

Swoop transforms into pterosaur mode and joins in the melting.

Tarantulas

The fire changes color when it hits the door, but it's slowly successful in melting it.

Swoop

He gaaaaaaaaaaasssps! <3

Snarl

Snarl stops immediately because did you see that?

Swoop

"AWESOME!!"

Sludge

Hmm. Swoop isn't coming. Shame. Now he has to go looking for his little brother. He gets to his feet and makes his way back to where he'd started, to pick a new hallway. Is he down this way?

Snarl

He's looking between Swoop and the door in quick succession.

Slash

Slash struggles to pull herself free of the blue mess on the floor, her claws start to heat up for more SLICING MELTING ACTION! "GRRR! ME SLASH WANT OUT!"

Snarl

Then he levels his brother with the most serious look that's ever graced his face. "Us burn ALL things. Find more colors."

Slag

Slag, for his part, waited to see where all his various brothers were going... and then went in whatever direction they weren't, plodding along leisurely with his drone pet/toy jingling about beside and somewhat under him when he pauses to scoot Gong Fat back between his front legs.

Gotta keep his toy from getting squashed or burned or otherwise Dino'd.

Swoop

Swoop lets out a victory shriek and flaps hard enough to get himself a ways off the ground. "YAAAAHHH!"

Tarantulas

Heated claws are super effective on the blue goop - it seems to melt as Slash slices, although it does leave a lot of residue on her as well.

Slag's adventuring leads to a far less interesting path than the others - it's mostly consoles, servers, and computer hardware in the rooms down his route.

Grimlock

Aaaagh even RUNNING was taking too much time! Grimlock growled, getting quite irritated. It was time to find a shortcut. He eyes the wall next to him, tapping on it.

The rearing his fist back to slam it into the surface with as much power as he can.

Slash

Slash was finally free and quickly gained as much distance from the blue goop as she can, her movement a little slow due to the residue left on her. She was totally leaving claw marks in the floor as she ran in a random direction.

ALSO SLASH SAW YOU SLUDGE JUST IGNORE HER >:C

Tarantulas

Also, tip to Swoop and Snarl: although all the doors in THIS hallway burn the same color, OTHER hallways might not. Have at it.

Grimlock immediately succeeds in denting the wall next to him, and there's a groaning rumble a few seconds afterward.

Grimlock

.........

Well, it did SOMETHING.

Time to hit it again.

Snarl

Snarl proceeds to be flamethrower, and immediately forgets to actually go through the door they demolished

Slag

Oh. Buttons.

Slag doesn't really read much to know what the buttons do but, they're colorful. And some of them glow. And they have TVs on them. He supposes he can find something to watch.

Maybe spider has movies. Maybe spider has Netflix.

One stumpy triceratops foot plops gracelessly on the console, sort of pawing at the keyboard to try to make something happen.

Slash

Slash now wishes she can flamethrower breath to get all this blue goop off of her, it was slowing her down! She doesn't like this place anymore it's dumb!

Slash finally stopped running to look around, just where was she now? She'll sniff the air to see where her brothers had run off to.

Tarantulas

Grimlock manages to rend the metal of the wall a bit, but only enough to see through. It's inky black, wherever that is, and smells like... nothing?

......

Sludge

Swoop is decidedly not down this new hallway, Sludge decides eventually. But there's more places to see, so he'll keep walking. If the other hallway had interesting things, this one should too.

Snarl

Follow the burning, Sludge.

Sludge

Why follow the burning, when he can make his own burning?

Snarl

Follow the scent of scorched metal and mania.

Snarl

ALSO A GOOD OPTION.

Tarantulas

Spider does not have Netflix. Spider has a security system on his console that requires eight levels of clearance before anything actually happens. Want to give it a shot, Slag? It'll make tons of interesting colors and sounds.

Grimlock

How does something smell like nothing? Grimlock's vents huff as he tries to peer through the hole. His curiosity is torn now between this seemingly empty space that smells like nothing and the challenge that was the green glow in the distance.

Slag

Huh. Colors are happening. Maybe it's a game?

Slash

Slash will follow the burning.

Slag

He can probably figure out the button combo to make it do the thing. Keysmashing usually works back home. This is probably the same.

Sludge

He can sort of hear Swoop and Snarl burning things, though. Somewhere to the right. Does he want to backtrack? Not really. So he's going to go the Quicker Route and start spitting fire at the wall.

It'll have to give way eventually.

Snarl

Some of the doors are just opening and closing now. Weird.

Swoop

The problem with a hallway is that he can't full on circle and swoop in the air. He'll have to make do with brief strafing runs. Snarl gets well and truly covered in fire, which is probably a nice bonus to all the activity. Toasty!

Snarl

Snarl, wreathed in flames, and fueled by destructive impulses is a fearsome thing to behold.

Actually that's a lie. He's looks confused

Why are the doors just opening like that now? Are they trying to get away from the burning?

'Cause, Ha. Like that'll happen.

More fire.

Tarantulas

Definitely not the same, Slag. This one eventually blacks out completely after too much keysmashing, since the chances of one Dinofoot following the pattern of eight Spiderpaws is slim to none.

Grimlock

Curiosity has given way to frustration. Guess what?

That wall's coming down if he has to break his knuckles doing it.

Swoop

Swoop thoughtlessly clips his own wing on a wall and eats quite a bit of floor before sliding to a stop. "KEHEHE!"

Snarl

Hmmmm.

Slash

OK one the doors almost closed on Slash's tail! NOT COOL!

Slash will just... Well slash at the controls of the door, maybe that will stop it from acting weird!

Slag

Oh. Broke it.

............

WHELP. Time to leave the scene of the crime. Last time he broke a console full of buttons he got buried alive so maybe he'll just wander off and have no idea who broke the thing.

Snarl

Snarl is gonna pick Swoop up, and toss him through one of the doors when they open.

He's aerodynamic. He'll make it.

Probably.

Swoop

Wheee! Off he goes! "KAHAH!"

Slag

C'mon Gong Fat let's find something to chew on.

Tarantulas

Knuckles needn't be broken - the wall comes down eventually, and Grimlock gets the opportunity to venture into a space that's completely open, aside from long metal supports stretching seemingly-randomly through the darkness. He can certainly hop onto one or another from the hole he's ripped in the wall.

Slash gets a small explosion for her efforts, but the door doesn't reopen.

Sludge

This was is taking too long to melt for Sludge's liking. Time to bash it headfirst. Good thing he still can't feel his face.

Grimlock

He does just that, pulling his blade out again to set it on fire. So he can see, you understand.

Slash

Good that will teach the door one!

Slash will then continue to follow the burning scent until she spots Snarl, "You Snarl set me Slash on fire. Get dumb blue goop off."

Tarantulas

Sludge succeeds! This wall is REALLY thick though, so it might take quite a bit of headbashing to make it through.

Sludge

He has more than enough headbashing to go around for this wall.

Tarantulas

The first thing Slag and Gong Fat chew on shocks their respective mouths hard enough to (hopefully) be a deterrent to chewing more.

Swoop

Swoop is either meeting more floor or going for an impromptu flight. Either way, he is down.

Slash

Ok new plan, start scratching all the blue goop off!

Slag

Ouch. Well it's definitely not a cabbage for shredding which is deterrent enough for Gong Fat.

Slag, however, is a bit miffed at the shocky stingy ouch in his mouth, and retaliates with a bolt of laser from the tips of his horns. SCREW YOU, SHOCKY THING.

Grimlock

So Grimlock can only remember having to do so much jumping one other time in his life. Somewhere in the Rockies. It sucked. This isn't much better.

But hey, everything echoes here and everyone always accused him of loving to hear his own voice. It's gonna roar into that void right now.

Snarl

Did it work though?

"You Swoop see things?"

Sludge

Persistent headbashing has led to a lot of ringing in his head, but if it opened the wall, then he will consider it worth it.

Tarantulas

Finally - finally. Tarantulas is ready to round up the Dinokids and show them around their new home. He can't wait. It's going to be fantastic.

...But they're not here in the foyer. And there are at least three paths of destruction in different directions, all of which sound like no one is up to any good. What in the WORLD is he going to do with these dangerous toddlers?

He's never had much reason to use it before, but he's ridiculously glad he installed the PA system now. Tarantulas's voice is unbelievably cheery as it echoes in every room of the Tor.

"I trust you're making yourselves at home!"

Snarl

!!!!

Sludge

!!!! Voices from the ceiling!

Snarl

LOUD YELLING AND IT'S NOT THEM, WHAT?

Slag

Head voices.

Head voices everywhere.

It's echoing.

His head isn't that empty. Shit's not supposed to echo.

Slash

Ok the halls are talking!

Slag

Where is that coming from???

Swoop

Swoop pushes himself up from the floor and looks at the PA. "SPIDERBOT!"

He cackles. ::Hi, Spiderbot.::

Snarl

Snarl yells to the void, "This not Dinocave. You dumb?"

Grimlock

Now the place is echoing back at him ! And it sounded like Spiderbot! Grimlock isn't a fan of hide and seek on the best days.

"WHERE YOU SPIDERBOT HIDING! COME FACE ME GRIMLOCK!"

Slag

Slag is just gonna skeedaddle further away from the scene of his crime. He didn't do it. You can't prove shit, echoing head voice. "Me Slag not at home. Me Slag here "

Snarl

It's a complete accident how correct his sentence is "This is a TOR."

Sludge

Sludge looks up, trying to find the source of the new voice. Spiderbot?

Slash

"THIS PLACE DUMB!!" Slash snarls. Ok she’s going to do some Climbing now.

It’s time to find a way out of this dumb place.

---

(tl;dr - the Dinobots tear up the Tor and Tarantulas adores them during every second of it, until he’s somehow forced to give the destructive children back to their proper guardians.)

#medicalmurdersaurus #kingasaurusrex #surlysaurus #slvdge #tomatofaceasaurus #elitetracker #(( spongebob meme TWO YEARS LATER

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bnha-and-more-imagines · 4 years

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can you do a mina x fem reader about the reader having a crush on mina but mina doesn’t know that the reader has a crush on her. also can you add the bakusquad just like a lot lol.

Gals Being Pals [Mina Ashido x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Here you go anon! I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,532

Request: Yes

Warnings: Swearing

“Hi, Mina-chan! I bought this charm for you. I saw it yesterday and it reminded me of you.”

“God, that’s just pitiful,” Bakugou muttered, watching the interaction between the two girls from his seat.

“I get what you mean, she’s too obvious.” Kirishima chimed in.

“It’s a shame Mina-chan is so oblivious,” Sero said.

Just then, Kaminari walked up to them.”What’re you guys talking about?”

“Just (L/N)-chan’s poor attempt at flirting,” Sero replied.

“(L/N)-chan? With who?”

“Are you that fucking dense? With Pinky over there, duh.” Bakugou said.

There was a moment where Kaminari looked blankly at them, as he processed the information.

“Wait, what?!” He exclaimed, drawing the looks of his classmates. Sheepishly, he closed his mouth and leaned in closer to talk more quietly. “(L/N)-chan likes Mina-chan? No wonder she blew me off.”

“That’s every girl, Kaminari-kun.” Sero snickered as Kaminari glared at him.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Kirishima suddenly said, “We should help (L/N)-chan confess to Mina.”

Bakugou groaned, “No fucking thanks. I’ll pass.”

“C’mon, we can’t call ourselves men if we don’t help out a friend.” He insisted.

“Eh, I’m in.” Sero shrugged.

“Me too. After all, I’m a hit with the girls.” Kaminari said smugly with a smirk.

Kirishima grinned, “Great! So that’s all of us!”

“Oi, when did I agree-” Bakugou was cut off by Kirishima.

“We should talk to her after class.”

“Hey! When the hell-” Bakugou was cut off, again, as the bell rang, signalling that their break was over. The rest of the boys went back to their seats, ready to help (Y/N).

As (Y/N) was walking down the hallway to the dorms, she felt a hand grab her by the arm and pull her aside. She turned and saw Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero there.

“Uhh, hi?” She said, not knowing why they needed her.

Kirishima spoke first, “(L/N)-chan, we decided to help you with your problem.”

“My problem?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“You know, your Mina-chan problem.” Sero elaborated.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as she understood what they meant. A blush spread across her face. She groaned, “Is it that obvious?’

The boys made sounds of confirmation.

“Luckily for you, with our help, you’ll have Mina-chan’s heart in no time,” Kaminari said.

She raised an eyebrow, “No offence, but I think that’d slim down my chances with her.”

“Aw come on, don’t say that! I’ve known Mina for a long time, we can definitely help! At least try our way, you’ve already tried yours.” Kirishima insisted.

(Y/N) thought about it for a moment. He did have a point. She’s been trying to drop hints to Mina for a while, but they didn’t seem to be working. She would have confessed if Mina had at least given her some sign that she liked her back as more than a friend.

She sighed, “Well, what the hell? Let’s do it.”

The boys grinned amongst themselves.

“So what’s the plan?” (Y/N) asked.

“And you’re sure Mina-chan will like this?” (Y/N) asked for the tenth time that day. Today, Kaminari had given her two tickets for a movie that came out. His plan was for (Y/N) to take Mina to see the newest romance movie.

“Positive! No girl can resist a good romance. And it’ll be great for setting the mood between the two of you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“...Alright.” She said, skeptically. “I’ll go ask her.”

“Good luck!” He called after her.

(Y/N) knocked on Mina’s dorm room. After a moment, Mina opened her door.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)-chan! Did you need something?”

“Hi Mina-chan, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the movies with me.”

Mina’s eyes sparkled, “Oh my gosh, yes! What should we see? As long as it’s not romance.” She made a disgusted face. “Blegh! I’ve actually wanted to see that new alien horror movie.”

(Y/N) started sweating, “O-oh well you’re in luck! I got tickets for that one!” She lied.

“Really?! When? Oh, I can’t wait!”

“Me neither.” (Y/N) laughed nervously.

“Well?” Kaminari asked as she came in. Sero and Kirishima looked at her expectantly.

“She hates romance movies! I panicked and told her I’ve got tickets for that alien horror movie.” She groaned.

“That’s still good, though! You’re going to the movies with her.” Sero said.

“Yeah! That’s even better. She’ll get so scared she’ll come to you for comfort.” Kaminari grinned.

“And don’t worry about the tickets, we’ll cover them for you!” Kirishima said.

The night of the movie had arrived. (Y/N) and Mina had left together. The entire way there, Mina wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was for this movie. It made (Y/N) smile, as she watched Mina go on and on about it. A soft blush on her face.

Once they were inside, Mina turned to her.

“(Y/N)-chan, do you want to get seats while I get snacks?” Mina asked.

“Sure!” As (Y/N) made her way to the theatre room, she heard her name being called.

“Pssst, (L/N)-chan. Over here!”

Looking around, she saw someone waving at her. Rather, three someones. The boys were there, dressed in the worst disguises she’d ever seen. All three of them were wearing trenchcoats and hats. They could not have looked more out of place.

“What the hell are you guys doing here? And why are you all dressed like that?” She asked.

“We just wanted to see how things would go,” Kirishima said.

“Don’t worry (L/N)-chan, we’ll be seated way behind you,” Sero added.

“That actually makes me worry even more,” She glanced at where Mina was. Seeing her already ordering snacks, she turned to the guys. “I have to get going. Please don’t be any more obvious than you already are.”

She went inside the theatre.

“We should follow in after Mina-chan joins (L/N)-chan, then we-” Kirishima was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“What the fuck?” They turned around to see Bakugou there, staring at them in confusion.

“Oh! Bakugou-kun! Are you here to spy on Mina-chan and (L/N)-chan too?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugou gave them a look, “Like hell I am, I’m just here to see a movie.”

“That’s perfect, we can all go in!” Kirishima said

“Fuck no, I’m not gonna-”

“Come on, the movie will start soon!” Kirishima dragged Bakugou, who was protesting, and the rest into the theatre.

The boys sat a few seats behind (Y/N) and Mina, and quieted down as the movie began.

(Y/N)’s heart was pounding in her ears. Her legs felt weak. The movie had ended, and it was the most terrifying, disturbing, gruesome movie she had ever seen in her life. She was petrified of going to sleep tonight, knowing she’d have nightmares.

“Wow! Wasn’t that movie great, (Y/N)-chan?”

All (Y/N) could do was nod as she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Mina got up while talking about the movie, and (Y/N) shakily followed.

She didn’t even acknowledge the boys as she passed them.

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all sat stunned. The color drained completely from their faces.

“What a boring movie.” Bakugou said.

The three of them looked at him incredulously.

“Maybe we should try something simpler. Why don’t you try these?” Sero said the next day. In his hand, he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers. All of them were pink. An intricate bow that Sero had made held them together.

“Ohh, good idea, Sero-kun!” Kaminari said, “Simple, but effective. Once you hand them to her, it’ll be a good time to confess.”

(Y/N) took the bouquet from Sero and smiled, “That’s actually a pretty good idea! These flowers are beautiful, I’m sure she’ll love them. I’ll go find her.”

(Y/N) found Mina in the living room watching TV. Thankfully, she was alone as it was the weekend and everyone wanted to go out and do their own things. It was the perfect opportunity for (Y/N). She took a deep breath and made her way towards Mina.

“Hey, Mina-chan!” She greeted her with a smile.

Mina looked back at her and returned the smile, “Hey (Y/N)-chan! What’s up?”

(Y/N) held out the bouquet for Mina, “I actually brought these for you.”

Mina blinked in surprise before a smile spread on her face, “Wow, these are so pretty! Thank you!” She brought the bouquet to her face and took a big sniff out of it.

(Y/N) smiled. Things were going smoothly.

“Mina-chan, there’s something I want to tell y-”

“(Y/N)-chan, sorry to interrupt but-” Mina sneezed, “Do you know if there are chrysanthemums in this?”

(Y/N) frowned in concern, “I’m not sure, why?”

Mina sneezed again, and (Y/N) saw that her skin had red blotches and that her eyes started swelling.

“I’m just really, really allergic to chrysanthemums.”

“What?!” In a frenzy, (Y/N) took the bouquet from Mina, opened the door that led to the outside and threw it as far away as she could.

She ran back to Mina’s side and gasped. “Oh no! Mina-chan!”

Mina’s eyes were completely swollen shut and watery. Her nose was runny and she kept sneezing uncontrollably.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the nurse’s!” (Y/N) said and took Mina’s hand, leading the way.

(Y/N) sat in her room. The boys were there, too. Mina had been given allergy medication which had made her sleepy, she was currently resting in her room.

“Well, that was a major disaster,” She sighed.

“Yeah, sorry about that, (Y/N)-chan. I had no idea.” Sero apologized.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t your fault.”

“So, what should we do now,” Kaminari asked.

Everyone stayed quiet. Nothing seemed to come to them. (Y/N) was about to tell them that maybe they should call it quits when Kirishima suddenly clapped his hands.

“That’s it!” He said.

They all looked at him in confusion.

“What’s it?” (Y/N) asked.

“Natto! Mina-chan’s favorite food!” He grinned. “We can make some for her! She mentioned she hasn’t had homemade natto in a while. It’s perfect!”

(Y/N) frowned. “Are you sure about that?”

Kirishima nodded, “I’m sure! Nothing can go wrong with this one.”

“Kirishima-kun is right. That’ll show that you care and have been paying attention to her.” Kaminari said.

(Y/N) thought for a moment, “Well… I suppose we can try it. But if that doesn’t work, then we stop.”

“No problem!” Kirishima told her.

“So… who knows how to make natto,” Sero asked.

This question brought on another wave of silence.

“Wait, I think I know who does.” Kirishima grinned.

“How many times do I have to tell you?! Fuck no!” Bakugou said as he stared at the three guys in front of his bedroom door.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou-kun,” Kirishima begged. They had been at this for a while now.

“Why the hell should I?” He said, “I never agreed to this.”

“Because you care about your friends and want to see them happy together?” Kaminari suggested, hopefully.

“Hah! I couldn’t care less about that,” Bakugou slammed his bedroom door in their faces.

“Ugh, now what?” Kaminari asked.

“Hang on, I have an idea.” Sero suddenly said. Then, in a loud voice, he said, “Oh well! Let’s go, guys. I knew Bakugou-kun couldn’t handle the task.”

Kirishima and Kaminari quickly caught on.

“Yeah, should’ve known Bakugou-kun would be too scared to cook,” Kaminari smirked.

“I bet he doesn’t even know how to make natto,” Kirishima joined in.

Right on cue, Bakugou’s door slammed open.

“What the hell did you just say?!” He seethed, “I can make the best goddamn natto you’d ever have!”

“Prove it, then,” Sero said.

“I fucking will!” He pushed his way past them, heading towards the kitchen.

“Here are all the ingredients, Bakugou-kun,” (Y/N) said as she laid down the bag of groceries. She’d been surprised when the guys had told her that Bakugou agreed to help. They’d told her that they’d watch out for Mina while the two of them were in the kitchen. Bakugou had asked (demanded) her to get some ingredients they’d need for the recipe. They were ready to start now.

“Good. Now pay close attention, cause I’m not repeating myself,” He said.

(Y/N) nodded.

For the most part, all they did was wait while the beans boiled for hours. Once they were done boiling, however, was when things got more complicated. (Y/N) had no idea how specific you had to be when making natto. They set the natto in the oven. All they had to do was wait now.

(Y/N) made her way to Mina’s room. The natto had come out perfectly (at least, that’s what Bakugou said) and the boys had made sure that Mina was in her room before giving (Y/N) the ‘ok’.

She took a deep breath and knocked on Mina’s door. She prayed that there wouldn’t be another mishap.

Mina opened the door.

“Mina-chan, hey. I have something for you. It’s more or less an apology for the flowers.” She said sheepishly and held out the container, “It’s natto. Um, you do like it, right?”

Mina smiled widely, “(Y/N)-chan, I LOVE natto! It must’ve taken you forever to make it, you really didn’t have to go through all that. But thank you, you’re a really good friend!”

(Y/N)’s smile dropped. Seriously? Friend? Was that all Mina would ever think of her? (Y/N) was waiting for a sign that Mina liked her, at least somewhat. But it seems like Mina was really dense.

“Actually, Mina-chan, there’s something I want to tell you,” Mina looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I really like you, as more than a friend.” She finally, finally got it out. Her heart was pounding as she waited for Mina’s reaction.

“Oh, I knew that,” Mina said nonchalantly

(Y/N) blinked.

“What?!” She exclaimed.

“WHAT?!” They turned to see the boys in Kirishima’s room across the hall. They seemed to have been spying on them.

Mina laughed, “Yeah, I knew the whole time. I mean, it was pretty obvious.”

(Y/N) stuttered, “But-but, then why?!”

“Hmm, it’s gonna sound a little mean, but I just really wanted to hear you confess.” She grinned. “Plus it was pretty funny seeing the guys trying to help you.”

(Y/N) was stunned as she processed all of this.

She groaned, “Mina-chaaaan!”

“Sorry, sorry! I know it was a bit mean! But I like you, too. And thanks again for the natto.”

Mina laughed at (Y/N)’s pouting face.

“Come on, don’t be like that! How about this?” She leaned in and gave (Y/N) a quick peck on the lips.

(Y/N) blushed, a smile forming on her face. “Fine, I forgive you.” (Y/N) turned to the guys again, “Hey, thanks for helping me out guys!”

All they could manage to do was stare before they all smiled at the two girls.

Could’ve been worse, they thought.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #mina x reader #mina ashido imagine #mina ashido scenario #bakusqaud #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #sero hanta #hanta sero #eijirou kirishima #kaminari denki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha

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rjalker · 3 years

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UHHHHH general outline for my Resident Evil (movie universe, I don’t know anything about the games) AU. I was just writing it so I wouldn’t forget but here you go because it’s fun.

Feel free to use for your stuff. But ONLY if you’re not shipping Alice with anyone because I have literally never gone from ‘having no opinion’ to ‘hating the fandom’s guts’ faster than I did when I started looking for fanfiction for this universe. God damn people. Learn how to interact with media without boiling everything down to shipping. Alice literally doesn’t have a love interest. Why would you do this to me, on Aro week no less.

mentions of violence below the cut because it’s a zombi apocalyse.

Also contains general spoilers for the series! Don’t read if you want things to be a surprise!

She sleeps away from the convoy so she doesn’t kill anyone in her sleep by accident (RIP to her motorcycle)

‘Those things’ don’t go after her. Not even in self defence. If there’s no prey nearby they run like they’re enhanced AI detecting Sloan. And they can detect her from a distance.

The more of ‘them’ there are the more likely they are to go after prey near her, since the more there are the less likely THEY are to get de-infected by her because there’s safety in numbers.

LJ still gets bitten but unlike in canon he isn’t an idiot about it. Continues to help fend ‘them’ off but makes sure people know what happened.

‘Those things’ don’t go after people who are heavily infected, which means they don’t go after Alice AND they don’t go after people who were bitten a while ago. How quickly they ignore them depends on how quickly their immune system succumbs / how quickly the infection overpowers them. If you can tell just from looking at them that something’s horribly wrong they won’t be in any danger. Which can be very helpful for people who need supplies that are surrounded by ‘those things’. They can send in infected people and HOPEFULLY they’ll be able to get the supplies and get back before they die. Then they get shot in the head / hit in the head with a heavy object so they don’t have to suffer and can’t hurt anyone else.

Alice can sense people who are infected and offers to cure LG with her blood, and explains that if he lets the infection progress until it’s almost the end, she can still cure him, AND he will get the same powers she has, though not as strong.

If she manages to get her blood in contact with a dead one it can cure it, depending on how decomposed / injured it is it’ll die for real, if it was just recently turned they’ll go back to being a normal person and have powers.

Once you’re “infected” with her strain you can’t be infected, so she “infects” everyone she can get her hands on once she explains it to people. Does the infection get passed down to children? Lets say yes. They can also infect other people through blood, probably saliva, probably sexual intercourse (blegh). You have to get infected directly by Alice to get powers. (or get infected by someone else like Alice, because she can’t be literally the only one on the entire planet.)

Alice has a psychic connection with her clones (and they have the same connection with eachother) and unbeknownst to all of them, she’s been helping them survive the tests, because she just thinks she’s having recurring 1st-person-movie-style nightmares, so when she knows what’s going to happen she starts screaming and trying to get to safety, and they hear/sense her and follow her instructions. At first it’s like instinct as it goes on and gets worse as far as Alice is concerned, they start being able to hear her actual voice with words. Eventually they figure out how to respond. Genetic memory is just. Wow. that sure is a thing isn’t it. Each clone is born progressively more and more traumatized. Dude thinks it’s just degradation.

Haven’t decided anything with the ones given the purified whatever-it-was that was made of her blood yet.

Alice heals super fast like in canon but now she also needs to eat more. If she doesn’t she gets Cranky™ and violent and may or may not try to bite people. If she doesn’t eat for long enough she’ll turn feral and just try to eat people. Another reason she tries to avoid people. She’ll blow through their food stores twice as fast as a normal person, even with rationing, and endangers anyone she’s around if she can’t get enough food. Only good thing is that her psychic abilities require concentration and focus, which is in short supply when she’s feral, so she’s less likely to murder someone’s brain. That doesn’t stop her from attacking people with super strength though.

Always wears a hood and mask to hide her face, gets freaked out if it’s taken off. Also paints her face beneath the hood and mask to disguise herself from facial recognition software.

Alice is aroace and romance and sex repulsed because I said so. Take off the gods damned shipping goggles and think about things beyond romance and sex. Please. I’m begging you.

She eats the zombies she kills because she can’t get sick from them (the T-virus kills any other germs)

#Rjalker watches Resident Evil #Resident Evil #Alice who doesn't need a last name #Resident Evil movies #Alice #resident evil spoilers #RE spoilers

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cuddlyscribe · 3 years

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Hello there, babe! 😄😄❤

So I saw your ask meme, and I fell in love with it! It was so cuteee! Now you got me asking a lot of questions because I really want to get to know you better! 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Here it goes-

For the fandom:

Peony

Snapdragon

Daffodil

For the About my Writing:

Lily

Sweetpea

Begonia

And for the About you:

Buttercup

Sunflower

That is a lot now that I'm seeing it. 🤦‍♀️😂 You can choose to skip questions if you'd like to! I have a personal question as well... I promise this would be the last!

How are you in your new blog? 😊❤

I love youuuu AAAAA take care as always, babe! 😄❤

Hello dear!! 🥰thank you so much for sending these in, it makes my heart soar that you wanna know about lil old me 😭😭I am so honored! I will try not to talk your ear off with these answers, but will put the answers under the cut in any case since I can be a little long-winded.... 😨

wanna take part in the ask meme? check out the post I made here!

Peony - My favorite character (I didn’t notice that you specified a particular fandom, so I will be going with Naruto since that’s been my obsession as of late. I hope that’s okay! 🥺)

Back when I watched Naruto in middle school, I would’ve told you it’s Kakashi like 1000%. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE him and he will always have a special place in my heart. But now that I’m rewatching as an adult, there’s something really special to me about Shikamaru. He’s inspiring as such a smart person, but it’s the moments where he has to act on emotion and gut feeling alone that makes me really love him. To me, he’s one of the most well-rounded characters and the most fun to listen to and watch in the show.

Snapdragon - Least favorite character

I’m going back to being basic LOL but it has to be Sakura. I mean aside from being unholy levels of obnoxious in the original series, she just does not make good choices in Shippuden. Like, ever. For example, when she decides to declare her love for Naruto out of nowhere thinking it’ll take the burden of saving Sasuke off his back. There was just no instance in which that plan was going to work in her favor. (one instance of many). It just hurts me that a female lead character was written to be nothing more than a romantic side plot tbh. (So I guess I just hate her writing and not her necessarily)

Daffodil - Character I’m most attracted to

Minato, hands down. Like yes I’m thirsty for pretty much the entire cast, but Minato just takes the cake every time for me. It has to be the smile because I just swoooooon every single time. I am obsessed with his and Kushina’s dynamic and I’m jealous I just adore how kind and gentle and sweet he is. (This reminded me that I should probably write some headcanons for him)

Lily - My favorite kind of fanfiction to write

Romantic, established-relationship stuff. I am a hopeless romantic and am always thinking about potential date scenarios to write about while I’m out. If there is no point to it besides seeing two characters cuddling and telling each other how much they love them with a serving of unnecessary environment description, then that is my bag.

Sweet Pea - How do I get in the mood to write the above genre?

I like to hunker down in a comfy spot with some jazz. That music in particular makes me feel very relaxed and soft, so I can better imagine the characters in a similar mindset. I also have to be alone and somewhere where I know I won’t be disturbed, since if I lose my flow my motivation goes down the toilet.

Begonia - Favorite and Least Favorite Part of Writing

My absolute favorite part of writing is the brainstorming part. I can vomit out ideas for days on end and meticulously put together how the story will go. To me, it feels like the possibilities are endless at this stage and I can do anything I want! There is no right or wrong in brainstorming and whatever I can think up is on equal footing with each other. But my least favorite has always been the dreaded..... EDITING.... Blegh. I despite reading my own writing over because I always find ways for it to suck and I get tired reading a paragraph over and over. I can generally proofread real quick once or twice but if I have to sit down and REARRANGE PARAGRAPHS? pass.

Buttercup - What I like to do when I’m not writing

generally speaking if I’m not at my laptop, I’m probably playing some sort of video game! Right now, I’m playing Cyberpunk 2077, Spider-Man: Miles Morales and Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla. So I am going very slow with the plots but loving it! And if I'm not playing video games, I’m drawing! I’m not very good but sometimes it’s a way to help me get in the mood to write if I’m not feeling motivated.

Sunflower - Favorite and Least Favorite food/drink

I adore Japanese food of any kind, but I will almost always gravitate towards sushi. Sushi counters where the chef makes the individual pieces right in front of you are my absolute favorite. As for favorite drink, it has to be boba/milk tea (I just had some today!). I’m always on the lookout for new flavors or places, but if I go to a new cafe I’ll most likely choose anything ube/purple sweet potato flavored. Least favorite probably has to be uhhhh anything matcha flavored. I know I’ll get beat for that but just no.... I don’t like it... Least favorite drink is, you guessed it, green tea xD

as for your question!! I am doing fantastic in this new blog, I feel like I have more freedom to write about more things and interact with more great people!! I’m really excited to see where things go from here :) I love you tooooo!! take care and stay safe babie!!! 😭❤️❤️

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