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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years ago

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After the Last City (1)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 2473

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: How about a death cure fic where Thomas and everyone else thought y/n died amid the chaos of the city falling. The last time anyone saw her was when Thomas ran off after having killed Newt and she never made it back to the Berg. They get a sos radio call about a month latter where it’s her contacting them letting them know that she survived. She was injured and has no way of making it to the safe haven. Now they have to travel back to the fallen city to rescuer her from the cranks and what is left of civilization. - Courtesy of @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8

A/N: I was in super Thomas mood not too long ago and had asked for some prompts and finally got around to getting a chance to work on this one a bit more! Thank you so very much @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8

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“Tommy!” you called after the boy running back towards the WCKD compound. You watched his steps falter as he slowed down but then you saw him shake his head and speed off.

Looking at where he was to the body of your friend, you sank down next to the sandy-haired boy. Moving the hair from his face, you felt the tears fill your eyes. How is it that your lives had come to this?

You could hear the others calling your name, Thomas’ name and Newt’s name as their steps came to a stop in the courtyard. The silence in the courtyard was in contrast with the sounds of the rebellion just on the other side of the walls. It sat heavy and all you wanted to do was scream out your sorrow.

One of your best friends lay there, dead. You were never going to hear him laugh again and you were never going to get to argue with him over the most trivial things.

A shallow, stuttering breath was heard and you look down to Newt. His eyes were barely open but they were open and there was a light in them, even if it was fading.

“Gally, give me the serum!” you yelled with your hand outstretched.

Coming up behind you, Gally handed you the serum and sank down beside you. Newts body was spasming and it took a moment but the two of you were able to get the cure down his throat.

It didn’t take very long for his breathing to even out and become deeper. The black veins disappearing from his skin and soon the light was coming back. You smiled at him and gripped his hand tightly.

“Hey, you,” you whispered softly, afraid that if you were too loud that you would shatter what was in front of you.

“Am I actually alive?” Newt asked with a bewildered look on his face. A movement must have caught his attention because, his eyes flicked over to Gally and he groaned, “Nope, I’ve died and gone to hell.”

You couldn’t help laughing as Gally grumbled something about Newt being an ungrateful shank. A small smile curved on Newts lips and you leaned over, helping to pull him up into a sitting position.

Another bomb went off not too far and you could all feel the ground beneath you tremble. Turning, you looked at Gally and Brenda, “Get him to the berg. Keep him safe and make sure a med-jack looks him over.”

You could see Brenda nodding but Gally crossed his arms, “And where do you think you’re going?”

Your gaze moved towards the last place you had seen him. You’d all heard the announcement and you knew exactly what it was that he was planning on doing, “I have to go.” Standing up, you helped Newt stand.

Thankfully, he wasn’t fully recovered or your sure that he’d be arguing with you about this. Tommy was as much yours as he was Newts, jus in different ways. You shook your head, “I have to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.”

You moved to step away from him when Gally called your name. He grabbed your arm when you kept going, turning you to face him, “We have to get back to the Berg. All of us, and that includes you. We need to get out of the city.”

“And what about Thomas?” you shot back as you stepped back.

You knew Gally, he wanted to argue that Tommy had made his choice when he left the courtyard but he wasn’t as heartless as he’d like people to believe. He let go of your arm and you took advantage of the situation, pulling your arm from his grip, you tell him “Gally, go. I promise I’ll catch up to you guys later.”

The blond begins to call your name but you cut him off by leaning forward and kissing his cheek.

“Your job is to make sure all of our family makes it back to the berg. I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

With those words, you step back and Gally nods his head. Though reluctant, he trusts you and he knows that there’s no way that you were gonna leave Tommy behind.

He reaches into his pockets and before you realize it, he’s handing you some knives and his gun as well as two magazine clips. When you say his name, a bit tersely, he puts his hand up “Nope. I got these shanks and the Bergs not too far. We’ll be fine but you’re going into all the crazy. You stay safe.”

Nodding your head, you turn and start making your way through the Last City towards the WCKD compound.

It takes dodging some of the humans that aren’t cranked out, trying to take over the city, and a lot of dodging WCKD’s police force but eventually you’re able to make it to where you can see the doors to WCKD’s compound within the city.

You’d already had to use a magazine clip in keeping yourself alive and away from some of the people that were a bit more crazed in trying to take over the city as you had to backtrack your steps and take different routes to try and get here. Your officers uniform a sure contributor to that. But you were getting closer to the building which was the important part.

Double-checking your surroundings, you run across the street and just as you’re about to enter the building, a loud crash catches your attention and you look up to see pieces of rubble falling and smoke begins to fill the air around you.

Feeling like he’d been hit by a truck, Thomas opens his eyes and tries to get up but a pain in his abdomen keeps him from moving. Turning his head, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings and panic begins to creep into his chest.

Grunting against, the pain, he forces himself to sit up, on the make-shift bed. Wherever he is, they’re either not very good at keeping prisoners or they don’t expect him to be up for a while longer, seeing as how there’s nothing keeping him down.

It takes a moment and the world around him blurs before he’s able to refocus on it. If he’s right he’s sitting in a tent of some sort. But that doesn’t make much sense, the last thing he can remember is a fight. A fight with someone and he’d been terrified.

Focusing on the thought, he remembers the fight with Newt. Newt had been infected and was cranking out… He’d stayed behind to get Newt back to the berg as soon as possible but they hadn’t made it in time. There hadn’t been a cure and Newt had attacked him… they’d fought and then…

“KILL ME!” Newt had screamed. He’d shaken his head and Newt had somehow grasped onto a singular moment of clarity and had brokenly begged him, “Please, Tommy… Please.”

His heart constricted painfully as he remembered not being able to kill his friend, not being able to honor his wishes. The boy had attacked him again and in that last attack, somehow the weapon had gone off and Newt was -

Teresa's voice had come over the broadcast system and informed the last city that he was supposed to be the cure to the Flare. He’d had no choice - he had to help…

So he was probably back in a maze. Groaning, he forced himself to stand up from the bed and begins to try and find a weapon of some sort. If he’s gotta fight his way out of another maze then so be it but he’d prefer something to fight with.

At first, he doesn’t think that he’s going to find anything but surprisingly, upon a second glance, there are actually a few weapons in the tent. Skeptical, he figures that it’s better to take the weapons with him for the time being and he ends up packing two guns and a few ammo rounds as well as a machete.

Once he has the weapons on him, he starts to look for a canteen or something he can use to carry water. After all, the Scorch is no place to be without water… As he’s searching the sound of rustling distracts him and he quickly pulls one of the guns and turns around.

“Whoa there!” the brunette calls out and Thomas heart breaks at the realization that they’ve taken her captive as well.

“Brenda?”

“No, the tooth fairy,” the brunette snaps and Thomas grips the weapon tighter.

“If you’re not Brenda then give me one reason I shouldn’t shoot you right now,” he says as he pulls the hammer on the gun back and tightens his grip on the trigger.

The girl's eyes widen almost comically and she shakes her head, “Thomas it’s me. It’s Brenda.” He shakes his head but the girl steps back and puts her hands up, “I swear to you Thomas, it’s me.”

“Then tell me something only Brenda would know.”

She looks like she’s thinking and so Thomas starts to count down from five, just as he’s saying one she screams at him to wait, “When we got separated from everyone when Jorge blew up the building cause WCKD was after you guys, before we ran into the cranks that had grown into the sewer, you told me that you were confused. That you had memories of Teresa that told you the two of you were something more and you felt that you had to be loyal to her but that you had met someone else that made you want to be a better person. That made you want to break out of that maze - not for you or the others but just for her. You said that when she smiled at you it was like the whole world would stop and you could breathe again.”

Slowly, he nodded his head. He remembered that conversation.

“You also told me that you were planning on telling her once we got here.”

“Here?” he questioned as he looked around the tent. Taking a moment to listen, he realized that he could hear the ocean and seagulls.

“Brenda, where are we?” he asked as he moved past her and through the flap in the tent.

Stepping out of the tent he was blinded by brightness and had to squeeze his eyes shut. Cracking them open slowly, it took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust.

The ocean sat in front of him, waves coming in slowly and people were amongst the crashing waves. The sound of laughter filled his ears and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He noticed it was mostly younger kids and when he turned around he noticed that buildings were being erected.

He recognized a few people that they’d saved over the last year and some of the newer faces were faces from the WCKD compound when they freed Minho. Everyone seemed to be working on something.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Brenda asked as she came up beside him.

“Did we really make it?” he asks, even he can hear the thick emotion in his voice as he looks around the place.

“Welcome to the Safe Haven Thomas,” Brenda chuckles and he begins to laugh.

Throwing his arms out, he whoops and laughs. The sound startles a few birds who take off out of the treeline and he watches them fly off. Hearing his name called, he turns around and see folks coming his way.

People are calling his name and he sees Gally, Frypan, Jorge, Aris and others. He’s almost knocked over when Frypan runs into him and he can’t help hold onto the boy.

There’s shouting around him and he can’t believe that they’re finally here. They’re finally home. They’re somewhere where they don’t have to worry about WCKD or Cranks… where no one has to die senselessly.

He shook hands with and hugged people tightly and held onto them tightly. It was as Gally was gripping his shoulder that he saw a mop of light brown hair and piercing dark brown eyes. His heart stopped for a moment and he moved past Gally and made his way towards the pale skinny shank that he’d thought was dead.

“Newt?”

A fist connected with the side of his face and he was thrown to the side. Rubbing his jaw he looked over at the boy, “What was that for?!”

“Look around you, you shank,” Newt responded and Thomas did. He saw a happy place. A safe place. A place full of happy people and he didn’t understand.

Turning back to Newt he asked what he was missing and Newt scoffed and turned around, walking away. Thomas went to chase after him that a grip on his arm stopped him. Turning back he saw that Gally had stopped him and was shaking his head.

“Don’t - he needs some time,” Gally warned and Thomas shook him off.

He started to rush after Newt when Gally and Brenda called his name. He ignored them at first but then Frypan called his name and he stopped in his tracks.

Turning around, he looked at Frypan. He looked at Gally, at Brenda, and Aris and at Jorge and all of the happiness and joy that had just been there was gone. There was an almost perceptible cloud that hung over the group and they all looked away.

One by one they walked away. Many of them gripping his shoulder as they walk by until only Frypan is left. It was then that he realized that she was missing. That of all the faces he’d seen and all the voices he’d heard there was one missing.

“Wait a second, where’s Y/N?” he asked his old friend before turning around his eyes immediately started searching the area for her.

He didn’t see her immediately but noticed a group of people further north and started making his way towards them. It didn’t take him long to make it the group and he immediately knew that she wasn’t there.

Other voices caught his attention and he followed the sound of voices through a group of trees. Breaking through the trees he found Sarah, Michael, Ruben, Mario, Julie, Anna…. A few others that he didn’t know the names of but you weren’t there.

Turning around, he saw Frypan had followed him and he shook his head, “Frypan? Where is Y/N?”

Frypans face flashed in pain and she shook his head, “I’m sorry man.”

“What do you mean you’re sorry? Frypan… is she with someone?”

“Thomas…”

“Is she with Liam? Ben? Roman?”

Frypans face had fallen and he was shaking his head, “It’s not like that man she-”

“Is she sick?!” He demanded and started to walk back through the trees. There would have been a med hut. That would have been one of the first things that they put up. As he walked through the trees, he asked over his shoulder, “Where’s the med hut Frypan?”

He kept going through the woods, picking up his speed until he was practically running through the raising buildings. Almost tripping over a couple people in his haste he found himself in what looked like the middle of the buildings but didn’t see her.

He started moving when a voice called out, “Thomas stop!”

He looked over at Vince and shook his head, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Damn it,” Vince muttered and Thomas saw the pain on his face before he asked, “No one’s told you?”

“Told me?” Thomas questions and Vince motions for him to sit down but Thomas shakes his head and takes a step backward.

He knew what happened. He had to know… there was a reason that he couldn’t find her but no! No! She couldn’t be.

She had to be okay.

She had to be safe.

She had to be okay…

“Vince… Where’s Y/N?” he questioned again. The question was a low whisper and his voice shook as he waited for Vince to answer him.

Vince was silent and Thomas could feel himself begin to shake. Shaking his head, he begged, “Please Vince… Where is Y/N?”

Vince walked towards him and he saw the hand reaching out to him before he jumped back, shoving the mans hand off his shoulder.

Vince shook his head, “I’m sorry Thomas.”

“Vince… where is she?”

It was Newts voice answered, “She never made it back to berg and we couldn’t get a hold of her on any of the radio channels after.”

Newts voice was from behind him and Thomas didn’t have the strength to turn around.The words that hit his ears made whatever strength Thomas thought he had left disappear. Sinking to his knees he shook his head.

“What do you mean she never made it back to the berg?”

“I mean she never made it back. She went after you and no one ever saw her again. We think she’s dead.” Newt told him as he came around to the front of him. “Her death is on you.”

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askthewitchlady · 4 years ago

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Ajin: Demi-human (season 1) Review

THIS REVIEW WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS

Oh my goodness was this a slog to get through, Three days people, it took me three days to get through 13 episodes Because OMG Setting aside the fact this is some of the ugliest 2d to 3d rig work I have ever seen, I have never seen a show have some much going on with out achieving anything. Ok ok ok let me start this properly.

In the world there are being known as Ajin, these Demi-human beings are rare with only three known cases in Japan, the Ajin are capable of resurrecting from fatal wounds making them Semi-immortal, they also have the ability to summon being known as ‘black ghosts’ which can be used for all sorts of things. There is unfortunately no way of knowing if a person is an Aijin until they suffer some for of mortal injury at that point their body will regenerate and they will live this is the case for Kei Nagai, a high school student studying to be a doctor. While the government of Japan have led people to believe that Ajin are kept in protective custody it is learned that not only are they but most other countries use Aijin as test subjects for medicines and weapons, including life fire testing, because of their regenerative abilities.

Story time

17 years ago during a war in an unnamed African nation the first Ajin was discovered. Reffered to as a soldier of god because he could not be killed the soldier was immobilized and claimed as property of the US government.

Now Kei Nagai is an apathetic highschool student studying to be a doctor on his mothers demand. While to his ‘friends’ he seems like a cheerful if easily taken advantage of boy the truth is he is apathetic and cut off from the people around him seeing only the value they have to him personally. While walking to school he and his friends note another boy their age Kaito sitting outside a convenience store they comment on how weird he is and question if Kei is his friend after Kaito waves to him, Kei denies this and they walk on.

At school the subject of Ajins is brought up because of their value in the medical feild, one of Keis friends shows another classmate a video of Inhumane testing on an Ajin subject. The boy also asks his teacher if the truth about the high reward for an Ajins capture is true. For some reason this startles Kei and his reaction draws attention so he asks if Ajin aren’t really human. His teacher says they are not.

Reminiscing he vaguely remembered the death of a childhood pet, after burying it while trying to console his sister he wonders about death and witness’ something strange. curious about the memory he decides to visit his sister in the hospital and tries to ask her about what she remebers but she refuses to discuss it being outright hostile to him.

still lost in thought and wondering about Ajin as well as flicking through Study cards Kei misses the stop light and begins to cross the street before being hit full on by a truck. the truck drags his body quiet a ways as it skids to a halt and his friends are horrified by what they’ve witnessed, the driver is shaken and climbs out desperate to say that it was Keis fault when to their shock Kei crawls out from under the truck dazed t first he is confused about what happened before quickly realizing and becoming upset he insists he’s human and begs for his friends to believe him however he realizes they only see him as a way to make money by turning him in. in terror Kei screams unintentinally releasing his voice, another unique trait of Ajin that causes a temporary paralasis in those who hear it, before fleeing the scene.

a little later Yu Tosaki and his body guard and assistant Izumi Shimomura of the Ajin control branch of the government arrive to question Keis friends and his mother. As this is going on it is revealed that Kei has fled to a local Shrine and then into the woods beyond, desperatly thinking who might help him he remebers Kaito who had been a childhood friend but whome he’d been told not to be around anymore by his mother. Desperate and worried Kai Might also want to turn him in but feeling alone Kei calls Kaito and the other boy is ready to help his friend filling a duffle bag with supplies and heading out, knocking out a poliece officer who had found Kei Kaito offers his old friend a hand up and they flee the area on a motorcycle.

The Bad

Despite how much I’ve written that happened in the first episode. it not actually a lot. theres a lot of nothing in this show and thats a major problem. I a not against quiet moments, for example Hiyao Miyazaki is very well know for his long silent scenes, but even these scenes serve to tell story in one way or another, I get the feeling either the writer or director of this show wants to emulate that but the quiet scene in the show just don’t accomplish anything. theres also a sense of ‘artistic padding’ where things are added for the art of it, I don’t know if someone in the production team had higher aspirations or if they where just desperate to cover the ugly modles but it doesn’t work.

The episodes feel long but almost nothing happens. or a lot happens but none of it matters or is memorable. The motivations of the antagonist make no sense, and while I have a theory of who he truely is I won’t say untill I do my reviw on season 2 (Which won’t be for a while because this was so hard to sit through)

Kei himself is a terrible protagonist, there are moment whre you think he’ll get better, but he really doesn’t in fact I thought the show was going to pull some kind of switch and make the story focus on the friend Kaito who seems to really genuinely still care about Kei even though they hadn’t been friends for years and who insists even if Kei is an Ajin, he’s still Kaitos friend so that’s all that matters. But Kei leavs Kaito after only a couple episodes

It’s clear that there is something not right with kei from the get go, the first time we see his phone all his friend are listed not by name but number literally ‘friend 1′ ‘friend 2′ and so on, and as the show goes on theres an impression that the creators where trying to make Kei a Psychopath. I’m not talking Ax wielding movie psycho but a clinical psychopath, no empathy no connection to the people around him, a general callous nature and his willingness to use then abandon anyone who might have value. I’m not a fan of using mental illness as a way of making people ‘other’ mental illness is demonized enough, and frankly it’s hard to empathize with a protagonist who openly admits they don’t care about anyone.

There aren’t any real stand out characters either, they all feel like cut outs, you have you deceptively friendly antagonist, you have your to serious government agent, and his body guard who obviously has a crush on him, you have the best friend, you have the friendly granny.

It’s just all been done before and better.

Now about episode 8 a character name Ko Nakano is introduced and for a moment I thought Oh the shows just going to give us a new protagonist... NOPE! he get capture by Kei who keeps him locked in an old shipping truck for the rest of the season, Fuck that noise. honestly Kei gets less and less likeable as the show goes on. He abjectly refuses to get involved with trying to stop the antagonist, Sato’s, terrorist plot even saying openly he doesn’t care what happens to other because he’s found a nice place where he can live a quiet normal life. Kei had in fact been taken in by a kindly older woman who convinced the villagers kei was her grandson from tokyo who had gotten into trouble and was staying with her.

That being said.... There’s a couple good things

The elderly woman is quiet charming, she doesn’t care about the Ajin or what ever other trouble Kei seems to be in she just sees a young man who helped her after she fell and lets him stay. If not for another villager recognizing his picture on the news and reporting him to claim the rumoured reward Kei clearly would have been happy to stay in that little village forever and just live a quiet life.

The opening theme song is pretty good. the CG is frustrating in that in the opening they show shots of characters as they looked in the manga and those drawings are amazing, This would have looked so much better 2d Animated.

The black ghosts are kind of neat.

theres a couple interesting fights with the Ajin, since they recover almost instantly from death they’ll actually kill themselves in combat to resurrect with out their injuries or to even escape grapple or escape the effects of tranquillizers, so that’s neat

I haven’t got much here guys I’m sorry I’m trying but this just, I feel like there might have been something good under all the thick thick thick padding.

Final Thoughts?

I don’t recommend it, even for one watch it’s just a slog, it’s not enjoyable it’s not even a good time killer because it feels like it drags.

Everything from plot point to characters to scene have been done before in better shows, and the aesthetic is just Ugly, terrible CG modles with awkward round movements to avoid collision issues clearly, and the backgrounds look like someone took photos and then put them through the photoshop watercolor filter.

There’s nothing worth reccomending about it, I know Netflix has stuff way better then this so go watch that because this so Not worth your time.

#anime #anime review #Netflix #netflix review #Ajin #ajin demihuman #ajin demi-human #reveiw #So not worth it

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titansandothersrp · 4 years ago

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Road to Recovery

(This is a compiled roleplay between my Beast Boy muse and the Raven muse of @azarathian . This is a very old roleplay we wrote under different usernames, but I labeled our writing with our current usernames.)

titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Ooooogggg…” Beast Boy let out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

Cyborg’s face lit up at this, not because Beast Boy didn’t feel well, but because he was conscious after having been out for three hours. After chatting with his buddy a bit (and figuring out the issue of using the bathroom when attached to machines), Cyborg informed their leader that their teammate was conscious. Robin congratulated Beast Boy on his and Raven’s new move and wished him a speedy recovery. Starfire was next to visit him, offering more of the same (and some Tamaranean food that he politely declined.) After her visit with Beast Boy, Starfire made her way to Raven’s room, giving a knock. “Come, Raven! Our friend has awakened and wishes to partake in your company!” azarathian (Raven):

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos… Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…” The words resonated round in her mind like clockwork. With each chant, her body grew lighter and lighter as she felt herself drift from the world and into a state of ease. It had taken the better part of the first two hours for her to become calm again, and now she was well into the third. When she’d started, having come straight to her room from the med bay, there was a torrent of questions and concerns spiralling within her. He’ll be okay, she had told herself, over and over, until a fragment of the statement had begun to finally sink in. Breathe. In. Out. You’ve all gotten through worse than this. Much worse. It’s an injury, and we have the best medical facilities and health expert at hand. He’ll be okay. He has to be. Amidst her internal monologue, she remembered the conversation she’d had with the masked man who had stopped her in the corridor on her way from the bay to her room.“How is he?” he’d asked, a hand touching her arm. “He’s unconscious,” she returned. “But Cyborg says he’ll be okay. He has a collapsed lung.” She spoke matter-of-factly, but despite the placidity of her voice her leader could see the worry in her eyes. “I’m on my way there now. Aren’t you gonna stay?” “No. I need to meditate.” She had begun to walk away, when he stopped her again. “Where were you two?” She stopped and turned with a curious look. “Before the battle, I mean. When the alarm went off, you weren’t in the tower, so I checked your communicators.” He spoke cautiously. “You were both located in the same spot, thirty feet from the first attack.” She eyed him for a moment, summoning the right words. “… We… bumped into each other in the city. I’d been at my café, he’d been wherever he goes. I was on my way back and… yeah.” “Ah. Right.” His response was slower than usual. There was a pause. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” And she was gone. Dark brows furrowed at the memory. It got to her. The fact she felt she had to hide what had truly happened from Robin. Why? Couldn’t she just tell him she was having lunch at the bakery with Beast Boy? She’d have told him if it had been Cyborg, so why was this different? She should’ve just told him. But then… Of course, whether she cared to admit it or not, there was no need for these questions. She knew exactly why. Because if she’d told him – if she’d told any of them – conclusions would be made. Conclusions that… weren’t true. Of course. Her friends would suspect something was ‘going on’ between them. Because why else would Beast Boy and Raven go out together for the afternoon? Alone. Without telling anyone else. It couldn’t possibly be just a trip out between friends, no – there would have to be lines to read between. But if her friends looked, they’d find nothing between the lines. Because all it was was, in fact, a mere outing between friends. Which she didn’t want them to know about. Which she… enjoyed a lot. Which she looked forward to doing again… The lines suddenly seemed more complex in her head than they had been before… In her meditation, her forehead creased. Why was she even thinking so much on this? Why was she devoting so much time – meditation time, for that matter – with her mind on her green friend? Why— KNOCK KNOCK Raven’s eyes opened, her thoughts shaken by the unexpected sound. When she uncrossed her legs and headed for the door, she was indeed met with the owner of the distinct and cheery voice. “He’s awake?” she asked. “Yes! We are all elated and have taken turns to speak with him since his revival, so as not to overwhelm him. Please, you must now journey to the bay of meds and bestow him with your own presence!” It didn’t take much convincing for Raven to do as told, and before long she was knocking lightly on the infirmary door before stepping inside. “Hey…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Hey…” He smiled weakly at her. Though he was doing better than he was earlier, he was still in bad shape. He was sore and had some difficulty breathing, but was fighting through it. “Thanks for coming to see me… Just can’t get enough of me today, huh?” He attempted to chuckle, but it was more of a wheeze. azarathian (Raven): Her weight leaning to one hip, she offered him a critical look. Just woken up from an almost fatal injury and already poking fun. What else should she expect? Ignoring his comment, she walked towards his bed and looked down to him. “How are you feeling?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I feel like I was hit by a post box with enough force to collapse my lung.” He replied with a frown. He felt horrible. “Let’s just say I feel so bad… I can’t be dramatic about it…” azarathian (Raven): She mirrored his frown, sympathising with his suffering but also silently grateful for her healing abilities, without which he might still be out cold, and in much more pain once coming to. She took a lone chair placed at the side of the room and pulled it to his bedside before promptly sitting.

“You had us all worried.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “You were worried about me?” He gave a weak smile. “That’s cute~” He tried to laugh once more, only managing a wheeze. “Don’t worry though… I know I look bad… but I’m sure I’ll be okay.” He kept the smile on his face, despite the pain. “I guess you were right… about the team caring about me… They all looked so relieved that I was okay…” His eyes welled up with tears, but he was too weak to blink them away. “Thank you… for caring so much… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” azarathian (Raven): A light flutter ran through her chest at his opening response, though she quelled it quickly. The girl hadn’t been expecting such an emotional reaction from the changeling; though, she reminded herself, the wound could have been fatal had they not acted hastily and urgently. It truly was a close call, and though certain members of the team had had similar close calls before, it was the first time something so sudden and severe had happened to her friend right before her eyes. She swallowed, hands limp in her lap as her eyes met his. “C’mon,” she said gently. “Don’t start crying, what would Cy say?” Her gaze softened as she voiced the joke, a sense of positivity returning to her. She felt it somewhat wrong for him to be speaking so seriously, and so chose to take his part by lightening the atmosphere, a ghost of a smirk only just in sight. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I can’t help it.” The tears trickled down his face. “I’m just so happy… Don’t tell Cy… even though he almost cried too.” He wheezed a short laugh. “He told me I’m not gonna be able to do much for a while… Would you mind hanging out with me while I’m stuck? …I could use the company… and the calm.” azarathian (Raven): An understanding smile graced her complexion as she tilted her head a touch to the side. “What? You think we’re gonna leave you in here on your own? Don’t worry. We’ll all be spending time with you till you recover, or at least till you can move from bed to the couch and all those wires come off you,” she assured, eyes gesturing to the multiple machines his fragile body was hooked to. “Did he say how long it might take?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The changeling wiped his eyes and smiled at her. “He thinks I’ll be hooked up for a few days… And all better in a few weeks… Call me crazy… but I think I’ll miss a few training sessions…” azarathian (Raven): The girl snorted softly. “Yeah. You are crazy,” she said. “But that’s not as bad as I thought. The important thing is that you get plenty of rest. It’ll help with the healing.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Like a fox… and every other animal.” His eyelids began to droop, but he attempted to keep his eyes open. “I don’t think I have any choice but to rest.” azarathian (Raven):

“Mm. Clearly,” she murmured, dipping her chin and giving a slight smile. It was obvious he was exhausted, and with having already spoken to the rest of the team individually, she wasn’t surprised. What he needed was uninterrupted sleep, for as long as his body required. And being the sensible person she was, Raven wasn’t about to deny him of it. “You’re tired. You should sleep…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Mm… I’m fine.. Don’t put the… car in the apple… husumuffa…” He trailed off into nonsense and gibberish as his eyes closed and he fell asleep. azarathian (Raven): THREE DAYS LATER One boot tapped impatiently against the tiled floor as she scanned the text in front of her, temples creased in concentration so as not to make a wrong move. Violet eyes flicked back and forth across the deck in her hands, turned tactfully away from the other’s range of view.

Hmm… Which one… A few seconds of suspense lingered between them, then her lips pursed to the side before she finally settled on a decision. “Stamina: fourty points,” she declared, placing the card down flat on the table between them. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“C’mon, whatever animal deities that may be out there, give me something good.” He drew a card and looked at it before setting it down. “Cheetah. Speed: eighty points. At least double your stamina points! Cheetah catches up to you!” azarathian (Raven): Damn.

A dark brow twitched in annoyance at the move. This game was like 30% skill and 70% luck. Now, if they had been playing chess, however… Raven exhaled through her nose, looking over her set once again but finding nothing that could overthrow her competitor’s cheetah. And so, she had no choice but to relinquish her dignity and reach for the excess pile of cards in the middle, taking the first lying on top. Come on. As she turned it towards her, the scrunch of her face gave way to a sly smile. “Surrender,” she said cockily as she threw the card down, which read the word she’d just spoke. “So I’ll be taking your highest ranking mammal, thank you.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Aw, c’mon…” He sulked, sliding the cheetah to her side of the playing field.

“You may have my cheetah, but I’ve got an ace up my sleeve… Well, not really. That would be cheating and I’m not even wearing sleeves.” In order for him to heal more efficiently, Beast Boy went without his usual tight uniform shirt. azarathian (Raven): “Really?” she said, “You might wanna choose wisely. This cheetah could turn back on you any minute now.” The girl had the card held between her fingers, waving it back and forth like taunting a lion with a slab of meat. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were planning to lure my most powerful card out so you can take it.”

“Like that’s gonna happen.” azarathian (Raven):

“Just play the card.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Uh. No. I’m not that dumb. You’re just gonna have to deal with a terrain change.” He laid down a swamp card. “Let’s see how strong your cheetah is when surrounded by swamp.” azarathian (Raven): His successes in the game so far were starting to get under her skin; she wasn’t used to losing, and certainly not to Beast Boy. She’d have to be prudent with how she continued from this point on. This was war, after all. As he placed down the card she leaned over the table that sat between her chair and his hospital bed to get a better look. It was another good move.

“Hm. Not bad,” she begrudgingly admitted. Scouring her deck, she tried to find a card that could thrive in swampy conditions. Her stare hooked onto the perfect thing. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to trump this in the environment at hand. “Alligator. Strength: 82. Nice try,” she said, leaning back in her seat, pleased. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “And it’s boosted by the swamp.” He sighed. “I guess I have to risk my most powerful card…”

He placed down his card. “Megalodon. Strength: 1,000.” Assuming Raven didn’t have an extinction card or something along those lines, his card will be able to defeat just about any card. azarathian (Raven): Her eyes swelled at the sight. It was just her luck that he’d have the only Megalodon card in his deck! It wasn’t just his most powerful card either, but the most powerful of all the cards. Nonetheless, there were two potential ways to defeat it; if the opposing player has either a dry terrain card (which would render the beast useless), or an extinction card (which made any extinct animal played irrelevant). Unfortunately for Raven, she had none of these in her deck. She tried to veil the worry in her expression, for she knew she was very close to defeat. Her only chance now was to pick a card from the main deck and pray it was one of the two she needed. And so, with a reluctant hand, she reached for the pile and once again picked the first one on the top.

Before lifting it to her face, she took a deep breath in, preparing herself for the worst. And in one swift, daring move, she looked at her fate. … Bunny. With a great sigh, Raven slumped in her chair, utterly defeated. “I’m out.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I won? I won! YE-” His celebrating was cut short by a hacking cough. “Shouting… bad idea…” He wheezed between coughs. He pounded his chest with his fist, yet another bad idea. “Ow… ow… ow…”

azarathian (Raven):

“Are you okay?” she asked quickly, standing up from her seat and pushing the small table to one side. Simply coughing might’ve seemed like a menial thing, but with his injury being as bad as it was, not to mention only happening three days prior, he could’ve really hurt himself just now. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He held a hand to his chest and waved his other hand dismissively. He didn’t want her to worry. He just needed a moment, he figured.

azarathian (Raven): Clearly he was in pain, and she felt awful for him. Having never been the victim of a collapsed lung before, she wouldn’t know what it felt like, but had certainly gathered enough research to know it was a terrible burden, especially early in the recovery process. Looking on at him with solemn gaze as he winced and clutched his chest, she felt a pang of her own in her stomach. Perhaps she could try easing it off, for the moment; it was definitely worth a try.

“… Hold still.” The magus pulled her chair closer to his bedside, so there was no space between the two, and sat back down. Taking her time, she leaned forwards and took his hand from his ribs, lowering it to his side so that the area was exposed. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt,” she almost whispered as she cautiously flattened her palm and let it rest against the flesh that he’d covered. She breathed in, then let some of her energy seep into him in a familiar blue light. Lips still, eyes focused on the action, she softly let her mantra escape like a wisp from her mouth. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): As the pain subsided, Beast Boy fully realized what was going on. Raven, the girl he’d been pining after, had her hand on his chest. It may have been platonic and simply to heal him, but he couldn’t help the heat rushing to his cheeks or the fast pounding in his chest. She was so close to him… so beautiful. Her eyes were illuminated by the blue light, making them shine. And her hair had a beautiful purple sheen. He could even smell her, a mix of the soaps she used, incense, and a hint of tea leaves. Each titan had their own unique scent, but he found himself most drawn to Raven’s. He stayed silent, hands gripping the side of the bed, taking everything in. azarathian (Raven): A few seconds passed between them, the room void of all noise but for their delicate breathing. She felt the vibrations of her power beneath the palm of her hand as the last remnants of refulgence flowed into his being. Once it had completely dispersed, she felt only flesh again, and the beating of his heart below the curve of his ribs. It took a moment for her to catch herself after the process, but once she did she noticed how rapid the beating had become. Letting her hand lie there a little longer, she grew concerned her healing might’ve interfered with him internally. Why else would his heart be beating at such a pace? When she glanced up at him to address the matter, she was met with a flushed face and could practically feel the warmth radiating from it. “You’re burning up,” she said, taking her hand away and letting it hang in the air, unsure of what to do. “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?” The girl looked at him, concerned. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Uh… N-n-no. I think I’ll be okay. Must be a side effect of the magic… “ The changeling stuttered out. “Or the lighting. These med bay fluorescent bulbs can really burn you up, you know?” He fumbled for excuses, not wanting to reveal his feelings for her just yet. Oh God… the way she was looking at him… Calm down, Beast Boy… This is your friend. You’ve know her for years. Be cool. azarathian (Raven): “Mm,” she hummed, not entirely convinced. She also couldn’t help the way her eyebrow quirked in confusion at his stuttering and tenseness. “Are you sure? I can get you some ice if you need it.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Uh… I suppose some ice couldn’t hurt…” Once Raven had left the room, he let out a sigh. “Idiot!” He scolded himself. “You can’t go all stutter-y when Raven gets close. You’re gonna scare her off!” He huffed as much as he could with his injury. “Just relax. Raven is your friend. She obviously cares for you and you don’t want to mess that up. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.” azarathian (Raven): Curious as to her friend’s current condition and not yet having visited him that day, a particular red-head floated mirthfully down the opposite end of the corridor from where Raven had left. By the time she had approached the infirmary door, the cloaked figure heading down the hallway was much too far for her to engage with, though she had recognised her to be Raven. Starfire immediately assumed the sorceress had just departed from having visited their injured green friend. Perfect! Now she would be able to fulfil the position of company for him. Smiling, she neared the door without a sound, considering her hovering form. It was as she reached the last few feet, however, that she heard the boy talking. Was someone still in there with him? She blinked, trying to make out who he was speaking to; she was sure she’d seen both Robin and Cyborg in the main ops room just before making her way to him… “You can’t go all stutter-y when Raven gets close. You’re gonna scare her off! Just relax. Raven is your friend. She obviously cares for you and you don’t want to mess that up. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.” Beryl eyes shot open with intrigue. Despite her foreign nature, Starfire was far from naive when it came to certain affairs. And just now, as she waited round the corner of the door, suspicions instantly flourished in her head. Though she couldn’t be certain of the situation at hand, she knew she’d heard correctly. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, after all - even for an alien.

“Friend Beast Boy!” she proclaimed, entering the room. “I trust you are in well spirits, yes?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Gah!” The changeling just about fell off the bed, but managed to catch himself. Holding his chest, he tried to calm down. “Jeez, Star. Are you trying to give me a heart attack on top of everything else?” He exhaled, managing a smile. “Yeah. I’m feeling a lot better now that I’m not hooked up to a bunch of machines. Cy says I’m not quite ready to walk around the Tower just yet though.” He blinked. “…You didn’t hear anything, did you?” azarathian (Raven): In all honesty, she’d seen the flail coming considering he’d only just been talking ‘privately’ to himself. She probably should’ve coughed or knocked or something of the sort before entering, now she thought about it… A small, nervous laugh filled the space between them. “Forgive me, I was eager to check on your wellbeing,” she began. “Oh, but that is joyous to hear!” the girl beamed at him, but when his question followed, though her smile remained, a certain… impishness seemed to play at her features. “I did not mean to intrude upon your conversation with yourself. But I am afraid the door was left open.” Need she say more? titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh… well…” He wracked his brain for a good lie. “I was just worried about scaring Raven off by being so dependent on her and you guys, you know? We’ve been getting along pretty well lately and I don’t want to mess that up.” He forced a smile, trying to convince her. “…Also, if you could not tell anyone what I said, that’d be great.” azarathian (Raven): “Ah, of course,” she replied, her smile growing wider. “I shall not tell, but I understand. You and friend Raven have been,” there was a brief break in her speech that one might have missed if not concentrating, “getting along very well.” She wasn’t sure whether to let the knowing glint in her eye show, but at this point it was simply involuntary. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Aaaand the blush was back. She knew. She totally knew. “…Please tell me you can keep secrets.” He looked at the alien pitifully.

“I really don’t want anyone finding out about this.” azarathian (Raven):

“I am certain I have none of the clues for what you mean,” she returned tactically, resisting the urge to burst with delight. To be truthful, certain recent events had spurred her suspicions even before this whole ordeal. After all, the alien had seen Raven asleep on the sofa with her head resting upon the boy’s shoulders; she’d seen the way they’d been smiling more and more in each other’s direction; she’d caught the fleeting glances in combat practise; and only the other day Robin had leaked to her that the pair had been in the same spot, together, just before Plasmus’ attack. Perhaps the boys were slow, or perhaps the Tamaranean was simply observant. But for certain, she was not disloyal. And though nothing just now had actually been confirmed, it would all remain very much hush hush on her part. “Tell me, when d–” “Oh. Star,” came a voice from the door, where Raven stood. The sibyl walked into the room to join the two occupants, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a towel. “You stopping here for a bit?” “No!” Starfire exclaimed, perhaps too quickly. “Not at all - in fact, I was merely doing the passing by and was just about to leave, so please, pay none of the attention to me, I shall be departing now!” As she was saying this, she was also gradually back-stepping out of the room. “Do continue to enjoy each other’s company without my intrusion. I shall see you in the while, friends, good bye!” Gone.

“… Weird.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Yeah. Totally weird. Don’t know what’s gotten into her.” He reached for the ice and, once handed to him, held the wrapped bag against his face. Even if he wasn’t sick, the ice felt nice against his heated cheeks. “Ahh~” He let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks.” azarathian (Raven): “No problem,” she said, once again taking the nearby seat and placing it beside his bed. “What were you guys talking about?” The question wasn’t protruding or anything of the sort, more like just something to say to spark conversation; only a small part of her actually cared for the answer. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh, uh. Not much interesting. Just asked how I was feeling and all that. Still horrible, but better. A better horrible.” azarathian (Raven): She gave a light, airy chuckle. “Give it time. I give it a week before you’re back to your old, annoying self,” she said, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other as she smirked at him. “I mean, you’re already halfway there.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smirked right back. “Just for that, you’ll be the first one I annoy~” He finger gunned in her direction with a toothy smile. “So, you up for another round of cards?” azarathian (Raven): Her eye-roll was subtle, but she made sure he still noticed. At the offer, she grew more alert.

“Only if you’re up for being beaten,” she smirked back, this time more confident in her luck as she gathered all the cards together and began to shuffle them in her hands. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): -Four Days Later- Another four days had passed, making it one week since his injury. Though recovering, he was not yet healed. He was, however, allowed to walk around and do small tasks. Exerting himself was not allowed and the second the changeling pushed his limits, a titan was somehow there to tell him to take it easy. Now, he couldn’t be taking it any easier, as he was sitting on Raven’s bed with headphones on. Next to him was Raven, also wearing headphones. The two had decided to listen to some music together on the changeling’s laptop. Beast Boy was currently bobbing his head slightly as Where Did the Party Go by Fall Out Boy played through the headphones.

azarathian (Raven): Had someone told Raven three months ago that the current scene would be playing out, she wouldn’t have believed it. Nevertheless, there they were; Beast Boy leaning back into the pillows of her bed and the Azarathian herself sitting upright and cross-legged beside him. Though it had not been her proposal for this to transpire, it hadn’t taken much for her to agree to it. Beast Boy was still very fragile from the damage done to him despite Cyborg allowing him out of his hospital bed. However, there was only so much TV one could watch before becoming bored, and considering he’d spent five consecutive days in the med bay, unable to move, more boredom was the last thing he needed. A change of scenery and a change of activity was very much called for, so when Beast Boy had offered to introduce Raven to some of his music (on the condition she could also do the same for him), she accepted. With the TV currently being occupied by Cyborg playing obnoxiously loud video games in main ops, she suggested relocating to her own quiet haven, where they could actually hear what they were trying to listen to. They had both their headphones plugged into the one laptop so they could listen to the same song simultaneously. As Beast Boy’s most recent choice ended, the girl removed one earphone to speak to him. “That was all right,” she confessed. “Bit indie for me, but y’know. Still good.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy removed one earphone to do the same. “Pretty much any Fall Out Boy song is good.” He gave a playful scoff. “Too indie, huh? And what would you recommend, oh Mistress of Music?” He gave her a smirk, challenging her to find a better song.

azarathian (Raven):

“Hey, I didn’t say it was bad,” she returned, placing the loose earphone back in and proceeding to lean forward and claim the laptop. “I’m just saying this is better.” Her pride showed itself in her inflection as she fully accepted the challenge. After typing a few letters into the search bar she hit ‘enter’ and leaned back again whilst the song started playing: ‘Crying Lightning’ by the Arctic Monkeys. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Ooo~ Arctic Monkeys! Sweeeet~” He placed his earphone back on to listen. He kept quiet during the song, listening contently. “That was pretty good.” He started after the song ended. “But I wouldn’t say it beats any of my choices~” He gave her a smirk. In honesty, he liked the song. However, he didn’t want her to stop offering suggestions. “While we’re on the whole band named after primates thing, how about the Gorillaz? Ever heard of them?” azarathian (Raven): “Of course you wouldn’t,” she mumbled, brows raised and eyes sliding off to the side. They soon darted back to him though. “Is there anyone who hasn’t heard of the Gorillaz?” She had only heard a small handful of their songs, but was very familiar with the name all the same. And the songs she’d heard, for the most part, she’d liked (even if she only ever listened to them once every few months, perhaps less). titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “My bet would be on Starfire. She’s only been on the planet for so long… Come to think of it… You’ve only been in our dimension for so long… I’ve had my whole life to learn about stuff here. How did you learn so much in just a few years? I mean, I know you’re smart and can learn stuff, but, really. You must’ve cast a spell or something.”

“If you can cast spells that make you learn more, I could use it.” azarathian (Raven): Sometimes her teammates would say something, and it’d be quite the reminder that, despite being extremely close friends for over four years, there was still plenty they didn’t know about each other’s backgrounds. “Actually,” she began, “my mother was from earth. That influenced me to learn from a young age.” She was sure she’d never told Beast Boy, nor any of the titans such a thing. Why would she? There had never been any call for her to talk about her mother, and she certainly felt no desire to bring up such subjects of her own accord. “That, and Azarath’s culture is already quite similar to earth’s. A lot more than Tamaran’s, anyway.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Aw… I was hoping for a smart spell… So, like Earth, huh? Does that mean I could figure out how to use the toilets there?” He chuckled slightly. “Half the furniture on Star’s planet seemed to be alive. Forget being afraid of being eaten by the monster under the bed; be afraid of being eaten by the bed!” azarathian (Raven): A sharp breath left her nose in amusement. To be fair, he wasn’t even exaggerating - Tamaran was a scary place to foreigners like them. Truth be told, Raven didn’t particularly look forward to visiting their friend’s home planet, and not just because of the painfully long journey there. “Trust me, it wasn’t like that there…” Her voice seemed to trail off, mouth falling a touch as she realised the need for her past tense. A welt hit her in the chest at the memory; indeed, if Azarath still existed, and if it was as easy to reach as Tamaran was, she imagined her friends would’ve enjoyed a brief visit. Gaze drifting off to the mattress beneath her, she quickly swallowed and hurried to move past the memory. “Anyway, if I find a ‘smart spell’ strong enough for you, I’ll let you know,” she said, giving him a light nudge and weak smile. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy picked up on her unhappiness. Raven’s demeanor may not have faltered much, but he knew her old home was gone and used common sense. She didn’t seem to want to talk about it though and he decided to try to just be generally cheery instead. He smiled at her joke, a little wider than he usually would. Perhaps a happy song would help her feel better? “Ever heard Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles?” azarathian (Raven): “No, but I have a feeling I’m going to,” she replied, happy to oblige the request. Leaning forward again, she picked up the laptop and placed it gently into the lap of the boy beside her, granting him the freedom to search and play the song. With legs still crossed, she rested one arm on her thigh as the other raised to adjust the loose earbud back into her ear, ready to listen to the song about to play. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): -Two Days Later- Another two days had passed and Beast Boy was gradually recovering from his injury. Despite this, he still needed his rest. It would seem he needed even more rest today, however, as the rest of the team had yet to see him leave his room. It was well into the afternoon at this point and he would usually be up by now. His sleep was less than restful, however, as he tossed and turned through a nightmare. In his nightmare, he felt a sense of dread as he wandered through a strangely cold swamp, sans water. The feeling faded as he realized Raven was walking next to him. He let out a sigh, feeling better now that Raven was there. The feeling of calm soon returned to dread when Raven let out a yelp. Whipping his head to the side, he saw that Raven was being engulfed by some sort of black sludge. The changeling immediately reached for her hands, trying to pull her out of the sludge, only for her to sink further and further. Soon enough, Beast Boy was on his knees, desperately trying to pull her back to safety. Despite his efforts, Raven was ultimately consumed by the ooze. As he frantically waved his hands through the cold sludge in an attempt to find his friend, the dark substance began to recede into the earth. Not giving up on her, he began to dig at the ground, removing great chunks of earth and revealing Raven once more. She was no longer engulfed in sludge, but was instead being dragged down by what looked like Trigon in sludge form. The cold from earlier became a great heat as an ominous orange glow came from below him. Realizing his friend was quite literally being dragged to Hell, he continued to dig. Though it seemed no matter how fast he dug, Raven was out of his reach. He refused to give up and continued to dig, even as his gloves, skin, and flesh tore from his hands and the heat became more and more intense. azarathian (Raven): “Huh. Still no sign.” “Hm?”

At the sound from behind her, Raven pried her eyes from the pages of her book to look over her shoulder at the masked man, who appeared to be scanning the area of the main room. “Beast Boy,” he continued, walking over to where she sat on the couch. “Haven’t seen him all morning. Just thought he’d be up by now.” “Yeah, neither have I,” she returned almost nonchalantly, drawing her attention back to the novel in her hands. “He’s still weak. Probably sleeping.” “Guess you’re right, poor guy,” Robin sighed, stretching a bit before making his way over to the kitchen. He took the kettle on the counter and brought it under the faucet to prepare some coffee. “Wish I had it that easy,” the Boy Wonder chuckled lightly to himself. “Got a mountain of case files to go over this afternoon. Should be fun.” It didn’t sound fun at all, and Raven internally groaned at the guilt she felt for her friend. She didn’t want to say it. She really didn’t want to say it. “You want some help?” Damn her generosity. “Nah, s’alright,” he said, setting the kettle down and flicking the ‘on’ switch. “Already got some.” A small noise of knowing left her as she turned a page, but she didn’t look to him. The tease was present enough in her voice without her expression’s help. “Very generous of Star,” the empath poked, sensing how Robin’s shoulders grew stiff even from the distance between them. He turned round to her with a jolt. “Who said it was—” It was now that Raven chose to turn to face him again, chin dipped and a brow raised. “… Fine,” he slumped, finishing off his coffee. “I gotta get back on it now, anyway. You mind checking on Beast Boy? Bring him some water or something, he might need it.” “Sure,” she agreed with a nod, allowing her leader to exit the room without any further chiding, though she easily could’ve continued. It was a good thing she respected him. Having saved her place in her book and prepared a glass of water with ice, Raven headed for the changeling’s room, knowing full well she’d just be met with a sprawled frame and drooling mouth. Why Robin insisted he needed a check-up and water, she’d never know. Still, as their leader it was fair for him to have the boy’s best interests in mind. He was, however, much better than he had been by this point though. The girl gave a few knocks to the door she stood outside with her free hand, but got no answer in return. So she tried calling, not wanting to just walk in without warning. But still no answer. So next she let the door slide open and passed the threshold into his space. Messy beyond belief, as expected. But the room’s owner wasn’t quite as she’d expected him to be. As she approached the bed, she noted how Beast Boy squirmed on his bottom bunk; forehead adorning a dab of sweat, fingers twitching and face grimacing in his sleep.

Is he having a nightmare? Cautiously, she swiped off the pile of clothes strewn upon the nearest chair and brought it to his bed, then proceeded to sit and set the glass of water down on the table next to her. “Beast Boy?” She gave him a light shake, hoping to stir him from his sleep, or at least calm him. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): No matter how hard he dug, he just couldn’t get to Raven. What’s more, his arms were getting tired. It felt like his arms were made of lead and they were getting harder and harder to move. As his arms failed him, Raven was pulled further and further into Hell. Unable to do anything else, he cried her name, as if that would help. “Raven!”

He bolted up in his bed. He whipped his head to the side and, upon seeing Raven, pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay! I got you!” He cried, not quite free from the fog of his dream yet. azarathian (Raven): At the sudden movement and yelp, Raven only had enough time to blink before the boy’s arms were thrown around her. Only a moment passed, a gasp shooting into her, before she took action. Instinctively, both of Raven’s hands found the curve of his shoulders, pressing down and forcing his weight back. With a few inches’ space made between them, their faces could meet and she could more effectively anchor him down. “It’s okay - it was a dream,” she quickly told him, steadying his form with her grip. “Look, I’m okay.” She spoke directly. Loudly. So he could hear her above his panic. And even once she’d made her point, her eyes pinned to his, assuring him that he was back in the real world - that he had nothing to fear. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Despite being pushed away slightly, Beast Boy still had a death grip on her, fearing she’d be taken away if he let go. He looked at her, eyes wide and chest heaving. “You’re… you’re okay…” His breathing slowed as reality set in. Raven was okay… and he was holding her. “Sorry.” He let her go, embarrassed.

“I… You were really not okay… in the dream.” The changeling hoped she didn’t realize the implications of his dream; that he cared for Raven deeply and feared losing her. azarathian (Raven): She sat back as he released his hold on her, relieved that he seemed to be calming a bit. Still, she wasn’t the one to be concerned about; what mattered was that he was okay. She met his gaze with slightly tense brows and let a moment pass between them. “Here,” she said, passing him the iced water she’d placed on the table earlier. “What happened?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He took the glass with a quiet “Thanks.” before drinking just about the whole glass in one go. After catching his breath, he paused to think. He supposed he owed her an explanation, given she told him her nightmare a while back. “…You were being dragged to Hell and I was trying to dig my way to you.”

It sounded really stupid when he said it out loud. azarathian (Raven): Well, of all the things he could’ve dreamt about, she certainly hadn’t been expecting that answer. “That sounds… intense,” she returned, quite lost for what else to say. It at least explained why he’d awoken with such a start, but why would he have such a nightmare in the first place? She was fine; in fact, even with his injury, the two had been more fine in recent days than ever. Each other’s company was something they’d really been relishing, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wonder what had spurred on this train of thought from the boy’s subconscious. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Yeah… This weird black sludge sucked you down. I tried to pull you out, but it just kept sucking you in. Then the sludge was your dad dragging you to Hell somehow? It was weird… You don’t think it was a sign or anything, right?”

azarathian (Raven): She saw the concern in his eyes, but felt no such need to feel it herself. Though the contents of the dream itself was foreboding, she was almost certain it held no message or warning within it, and was merely a result of his own imagination. She believed this for a few reasons: one being that Trigon had been banished by her own power, and she sensed no disturbance in that banishment and was confident in its strength. Another was that, if her father was to contact anyone, it would be her. And so, though she returned his frown, she felt assured in the belief that all in the real world was well. “No,” she said with conviction. “It was just a dream. Your mind’s probably been restless with the stress of recovering.” A comforting hand found its way to the top of his arm. “Don’t worry, okay? I’m fine.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He let out a small sigh. “Good.” He gave her a small smile when she placed a hand on his arm. He was reminded of how she had calmed him in his dream with her presence. Seems that translated to reality. “You’re probably right. Maybe it has to do with not being allowed to transform too. I’ve never gone so long without changing shape before. Doubt suppressing my animal instincts is good for me. Hope I remember how when I’m all better.” He chuckled slightly. Shape shifting was not exactly something he’d forget over a few weeks. azarathian (Raven): “Something tells me you will,” she smiled faintly back, bringing her hand back to lie in her lap. “Don’t try before Cyborg gives the okay, though. It could do more harm.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy let out a groan. “I knoooow. But it’s so hard! It’s like going without stretching!” He flopped back into his bed. azarathian (Raven): The sight of him being so childish, for once, struck her as more amusing than off-putting. She imagined him being unable to shapeshift as normal would be like her suddenly being unable to lift her form from the floor at will. To pick up and book and read it. To sit on her bed and meditate. … Actually. “You should try meditation.” The words just tumbled out of her without much thought. Of course he wouldn’t try such a thing. Still, she’d said it now. She’d seem foolish to suddenly take it back. “It could help. Y’know, with taking your mind off it…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Meditation?” He gave her a strange look. “I don’t think that’s really my thing; staying still and all that.” He thought for a moment. If she taught to him to meditate, they might get a little closer. It wasn’t like he had much better to do. “Then again, I guess I can only do so much like this. It might be good for me.”

azarathian (Raven): “So… you’d wanna try it?” she asked, as if what he’d said hadn’t answered that already. She supposed she just needed confirmation that she’d actually just heard Beast Boy consider the idea of something as static and reflective as meditation. For a second she wondered whether she’d made a mistake; he’d probably be awful at it. Still… titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Sure.” He gave a slight shrug. “It might be good for me and, if not, at least I tried something new. You’ll do it with me though, right?” It seemed like a dumb question, given she meditates all the time, but he wanted to make sure she didn’t just leave him alone to fail spectacularly at meditating. azarathian (Raven):

“I think it’d be a pretty brief session without me there,” she said, a lull of amusement in her tone. “But I’ll only do it if you agree to do it properly. No messing around or talking.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

“Aw. You mean I can’t pull pranks and meditate at the same time?” He joked. “That’s fine. Your company should be enough to keep me from going insane.” azarathian (Raven): Something behind her chest flitted a bit. It seemed stupid, but she believed it might’ve been because of what he’d said. ‘Her company.’ Why did that make her feel… special? She almost wanted to shake her head because of how stupid this was. A little, passing statement like that. And yet in her mind she asked herself whether he’d have said the same to any other member of the team. This was extremely stupid. “Oh?” Why was she expanding on this? Why was she making it into something? “Funny, I’d thought we usually drove each other to that,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. What on earth was she doing? titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smirked at her and leaned forward. “And would you still say that now?”

Honestly, he was pretty sure he knew the answer. No, she wouldn’t. The two of them had really come to enjoy the other’s company, despite their differences. Still, he imagined it’d feel nice to hear her acknowledge it. azarathian (Raven): For some reason, though she undoubtedly noticed the slight fall of his lids and lean of his frame, these gestures didn’t quite register in her as they probably should’ve. This is to say that, whilst the cloaked girl would typically recline, or perhaps not even react at all, this Raven found her gaze holding a fragment longer than it should, her breath shallowing in a silent approval as she hung on the boy’s words. “Probably not,” came her reply, and as it left her lips it was apparent that her tone was softer, more dulcet than it had been moments before. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy):

Ahh, satisfaction~ He would have settled for a simple no, but the way she said it, just, he didn’t even know. He liked it. It felt like they just got that much closer with her acknowledging their more than tolerance for each other. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you li-” EEE-O EEE-O EEE-O The alarm blared throughout the tower, startling the changeling onto his back. At least he was on his bed. azarathian (Raven): Whatever the boy was going to say was abruptly lost to the sudden screech of a siren, setting the room alight in a flashing red glare. The sound broke Raven’s eyes from her teammate as her head shot up, alert.

She could’ve groaned aloud at the desperately unwanted interruption. Of course, it was never a joy to have the tower’s alarm go off, but something about this particular time really felt like a punch to the gut. Dark brows knitted together, gaze growing hard as she sighed and stood quickly from the chair. There was no time to waste. And yet her body begged her not to retreat from the room. There was just something that seemed to be weighing her will down. All the same, she forced her instincts to kick in and went to turn from the person in the bed without another word. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Before she could leave, Beast Boy quickly reached for her hand to get her attention. “Hey.”

“Be careful, okay?” He wished he could join the fight to make sure nothing happened, but he was still to stay in the tower. azarathian (Raven):

The sudden grip on her hand halted her mid-step, and she glanced back over her shoulder to see the concerned face looking up at her. The heroine knew he was only on edge because he wasn’t used to being at home, helpless whilst his friends fought in battle. But they did this every day - he had nothing to be worried about. Still, she made a point to press her lips together and give him a last nod of assurance, before pulling out of his hold and letting her feet carry her hastily out of the room. As she made her way to join her teammates in main ops, her mind remained hooked to the thought of Beast Boy, restless in bed and worried for his friends whilst he could do nothing but hope all went well. But it wouldn’t be this way for much longer. If Cyborg’s words were true, the changeling would be fully recovered, able to move about and exert himself as he pleased in just another five or so days. And honestly, it was safe to say that the entire team were eagerly anticipating that time to arrive. [ FIN ]

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Can you please do some headcanons with the rest of the DR2 cast with the Despair Disease?

Obviously I’m excluding those who did actually get the Despair Disease canonically (Nagito, Mikan, Ibuki and Akane) but otherwise, this was really fun and I hope you like it!

V3 Cast with the Despair Disease! | SDR2 Spoilers Ahead!

The Rest of the SDR2 Cast Getting Infected with the Despair Disease!

Hajime Hinata

Revelation Disease

After coming down with the DespairDisease, Hajime would receive an intense revelation, hence the Disease’s title– afterwards, he would immediately recall his affiliation with Junko Enoshimaand his status as Izuru Kamukura.

Unlike the Remembering Disease that affectedMikan, Hajime would not slowly put pieces together but instead his memorieswould hit him like a truck. In many ways, he would revert back to being Izuru.

He would be much colder andcruel, as well as disrespectful towards the others. He would be more reluctant to helpothers and instead laugh in their faces while he watches them scramble around onthe island, insulting them whenever he had the chance and refusing to help during the Investigation process since it isn’t his job.

In a twisted way, Hajime finds enjoyment out of watching them struggle and suffer since, if it wasn’t for him, they would be dead by now… and if he wanted to, he could easily kill them as well.

Hajime would likely become overwhelmed with Despair and enjoy their situation much more after being infected, succumbing to Despair and going a bit insane in the process.

He becomes much less trustworthy and more prone to lashing out against his friends, which causes them to break away from his leadership.

They treat him like they treated Nagito at the beginning and locked him away so he would be unable to harm anyone.

He doesn’t care about his lack of talent, contradicting how he used to be veryinsecure about it. Hajime would own up to being an average Reserve Corpsstudent and belittle the Ultimates, using his title as Izuru Kamukura to establish hisown dominance since he obtained every talent in Hope’s Peak’s history.

Hajime would be much more skeptical and a little bit unintelligent, not as quick to put pieces together during the Investigation and Trial. He’s not dumb by any means, but he wouldn’t be as sharp as he used to be. He would be more willing to let Despair win and lay down his arms.

Chiaki Nanami

Hyperactive Disease

Although her A.I.’s personality isnot totally reflective of her real-world personality, the Despair Disease wouldonly affect her A.I., meaning that it doesn’t actually flip who she really was on the outside world.

Instead of being quite sleepy and a bit aloof, Chiaki would be much morehyperactive and unable to keep her mouth shut. She would obtain a more bubbly,but annoying, personality and clings onto the other students, butting into their business and becoming much more preppy and talkative.

Because of this Disease, she no longer feels the need to sleep and instead stays up at all hours of the night, and can often be seen roaming around the island curiously. A lot of this might also be due to her mind overworking itself and being unable to fall asleep.

Surprisingly, Chiaki would be more emotional despite not having ‘true’ emotionsas an A.I. She used to normally forget to take other’s feelings into considerationand could be extremely blunt, but now she’s overly-emotional and deeply affectedby others, over-analyzing the situation with her hyperactive mind and easily misjudging how the others might react or feel, considering their feelings ‘too much.’

When a killing does occur, she would sob and show a much more pessimistic and bleak outlook on their situation. Due to this, Chiaki wouldn’t care about the Killing Game as much. She wouldn’t really see a point and it much less likely to help during the pivotal moments of the story.

She would also show a sour taste towards games and would no longer use her talent, since she thought it was useless in comparison to the others’, anyway. If Chiaki did play games while infected with the Despair Disease, she would make hastier decisions and curse at them the moment things started to go downhill.

Overall, Chiaki would be much livelier and bursting with energy, unable to contain it all and talking incredibly fast, to the point where they wouldn’t be able to understand what she was saying.

She would practically bounce off of the walls and require the others to restrain her, and once she finally recovered from the Disease, Chiaki would collapse from exhaustion.

Gundham Tanaka

Ordinary Disease

He would be very… normal andordinary. Gundham is typically very eccentric and overly confident at times,boasting about how he is a Dark Overlord, but he would ditch that persona afterbeing inflicted with the Despair Disease.

Now, he’s just plain, with nothing very special or remarkable to define him. He shows very little to no interest in thesupernatural or dark subjects, finding them to be a bit disturbing actually. He loses his colorful tongue and speaks like a regular teenager, often using slang rather than an old-fashioned way of speaking.

He starts to think that people who believe in Overlords and Dark Magic are out of their minds, belittling his former attitudes and rolling his eyes whenever the subject is brought up.

Gundham would also become much more dependent on the others and is always veryclose in proximity to the rest of the group, often placing himself in thecenter and feeling desperate for physical touch.

Normally, he would resent this kind of contact but now he feeds off of it. Gundham needs the others to show him affection and thrives off of the contact, becoming clingier and needier than usual. He fears being alone since that places a target on his back, and he hates the feeling of solidarity.

He would love it when the others talk to him and give him attention, becoming friendlier and much more likely to strike up a conversation rather than slink away from the group. Gundham is a lot more relaxed and average after catching the Disease, and far less dramatic. He often fades into the wall and the others easily forget he is even there, which they were unable to do before.

However, Gundham is also much more cowardly. Before, he had no issue with putting himself out there when he wanted, but now he fears the potential Blackened lurking around, always peering over his shoulder.

Unfortunately, this also has negative effects on his Devas as well, because now he also shows little interest in animals and thinks that they are gross, germ-carrying creatures and keeps the four hamsters in their cages. It’s odd to see Gundham without them in his scarf, and once he is finally cured of the Despair Disease, he makes sure to apologize to his beloved animals and coddle them with plenty of attention.

Kazuichi Souda

Charming Disease

Typically, Kazuichi is a bitawkward around others, especially women he finds attractive. After the DespairDisease, he would be much more suave and smooth around those he has feelings towards.

He is comfortable and feels at ease, confident and able to charm his classmates, becoming a real Casanova and stealing the hearts of his classmates with ease, both male and female. He is more collected and takes life with a grain of salt, never worrying too much and causing the others to feel relaxed as well.

He develops a very casual way of speaking, and dresses differently, too. He is much less uptight: popping his color and walking around with a toothpick between his teeth, slicking his hair back and widely crossing one leg over the other when he sits.

Kazuichi would also be more serious and stern rather than carefree. Thedecisions he makes would be more logical and level-headed, thinking out all of his moves and planning what he is going to say and do rather than blurting out offhand comments. He is able to lie easily and convince the others into trusting them, but that all results from his charm.

Since he gains the respect of his peers after getting the Despair Disease, Kazuichi would take upa leadership role in the group, becoming braver and less afraid of theirsituation.

He wouldn’t be nearly as paranoid and instead he would be more relaxed andchilled out. He becomes the stereotypical ‘cool guy’ who does his best to calmly diffuse any hostile situations, smooth-talking his way around the others.

Kazuichi gets quieter when he is infected, but isn’t as shy, either. He simply has a smoother way of speaking that doesn’t require him to raise his voice as much; they listen to him without him needing to use force.

Ironically enough, his feelings for Sonia would disappear and Kazuichi would bemuch more interested in the men on the island as a whole instead of women…

He wouldn’t be happy once he came to his senses. He would find out that he was charming and collected, thinking he finally put the moves on Sonia, only to find out that women on the island weren’t who he was flirting with… so, Kazuichi takes several long once he is cured.

Peko Pekoyama

Cheery Disease

Peko’s normal disposition is muchmore intimidating and serious; after catching the Despair Disease she wouldbecome more giggly and childish, like your typical schoolgirl.

She can normally control her emotions and suppress them, but not anymore – shecan’t seem to hold back her tears and shows an intense fear of dying in theKilling Game.

Typically, she wouldn’t be shaken when forced into high-stakes situations but now, she would tremble at the thought of dying, showing intense anxiety levels behind her smiles.

Her talent is useless and her past as a known killer is disregarded because Peko would likely fear the sight of blood and get physically sick at thethought, often preaching about how killing is inhumane and shying around the possibility of uncovering a dead body.

She would no longer care about Fuyuhiko, showing an intense resentment towardshim instead. Although she would be upbeat and positive, she would still show hostile and even violent tendencies towards him, disrespecting the Kuzuryuu Clan and breaking away from the thought of being his ‘tool,’ gaining some independence.

This independence can come across as selfishness, though; Peko is no longer afraid of putting herself first.

Peko would become a little bit flirty, but that would be more-so due to her newfound charismatic and sociable attitude.

She can come across as a little bit ditsy and air-headed at times, twirling her braids in-between her fingers as she questions the others, struggling to keep up with the group consensus. This causes her to be a bit obnoxious at times.

But overall, Peko becomes a ray of sunshine in the group and is always passing smiles at her friends and trying her best to uplift them: a little bit gullible, but she always has good intentions. She is consistently showering the others in compliments and braiding the other girls’ hair.

She would often giggle, even if she doesn’t understand what was said; her Diseased personality reflects that of Ibuki’s normal one.

When she recovers from the Disease, she would attempt to erase any memories of the way she acted and deny the possibility that she was ever easygoing and carefree; as well as mend any burned bridges between herself and the Kuzuryuu Clan.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Spineless Disease

The normal Fuyuhiko would not behappy with his Despair Diseased counterpart, refusing to believe that he everacted the way he did.

He becomes much more dependent on the others, relying on them for companionshipand discarding his ‘lone wolf’ persona.

Instead, he heavily depends on others around him and needs to constantly have physical contact with the others, never straying too far from the group and often seeking out the approval and company of others, especially Peko, even if she doesn’t kindly reciprocate.

Fuyuhiko becomes much weaker and more vulnerable, considering himself to be atarget and even offering himself up as a sacrifice to the Blackened.

He wouldbe seen sobbing and fearful of the others, telling them that they could simply kill him to escape the island since he ‘didn’t stand a chance’ anyway as he collapsed onto the floor and bows graciously. He is highly emotional, to an almost embarrassing extent.

Unlike your typical Yakuza, he couldn’t be easily angered and would have ahatred for violence, trying to break up the tension between the group but being a bit too dimwitted to contribute to or help anything.

Fuyuhiko generally becomes scared of their situation and the fear of death within him becomes amplified; he is much more quiet and reserved, less likely to lash or speak out and apologizing for things he isn’t even apart of, similar to how Mikan acted normally.

Also similar to her personality, he will sob at the slightest rude remark and becomes an easy target for bullying and harassment. And since he is spineless, he will no longer try to fight back and instead accept the harsh words and start to believe them himself.

Fuyuhiko is much softer, but also more fragile and it’s easy to hurt his feelings. He feels uncomfortable in stressful situations and does his best to avoid conflict - anytime someone starts to even remotely argue with him, he cowardly apologizes and flees, terrified of what might happen to him if he stays there.

He can be seen playing with his thumbs and remaining quiet in the corner, only speaking once spoken to and trying his best to disappear into the wall. But generally speaking, he will have a kind heart and warmly welcome anyone who accepts him, becoming easily attached to anyone who shows even the slightest attention to him.

Once Fuyuhiko is cured, he becomes incredibly hostile if anyone tries reminding him of his spineless nature, returning to his normal self.

Sonia Nevermind

Uncivilized Disease

Sonia was raised to be a verytypical Princess – she had strict rules which combed her into being a politeand ladylike young woman; but all of that would immediately disappear once shecatches the Despair Disease.

She isn’t very vocal about her talent and strives towards being treated andviewed as a normal Japanese student, but now Sonia would use her talent andhigh-status to force people into doing her bidding.

She would be much more rude and crass, not afraid to lash out and use colorfullanguage as she curses a lot more, both at the other students as well as Monokuma and in their situation when things started to look bleak.

Needless to say, Sonia wouldn’t be very ladylike anymore. She loses all of her good mannerisms, sitting with her legs spread open, eating with her mouth open, cursing like a sailor, and so on.

She would be much clumsier and less poised as well, tripping and accidentally exposing herself as she does so - but anyone who says anything about it would get cussed out.

But she still insists that others do all of the work for her since Princesses don’t have to work! She looks down upon the others, viewing herself as a superior and calling her classmates ‘slaves.’

If they don’t do what she says, then Sonia will verbally berate them and borderline bullies the others, becoming quite mean and feisty. She is selfish and takes full advantage of her status as a Princess, becoming lazier and not caring about their situation as much since she is convinced that no one would kill her, since her country would go into an uproar.

She makes comments like, “If you kill me, then Japan will go to war, and I don’t think you want that,” as she smugly smiles at the other students.

Sonia is known for being a sweetheart, but now she is much more rude and will spew hateful language that you’d never expect a high-class citizen to use, flipping off those who annoy her and turning her nose up to ‘average’ citizens like Gundham.

When she gets angry, she will physically lash out against whatever, or whoever, was closest to her, throwing punches and letting out an aggravated scream as she does so.

Ironically, she would find thrill in the chase and Sonia would start openly flirting with Kazuichi, although it’s debatable over whether or not her Despair Diseased self actually had feelings for him or if that was just part of her own amusement.

Nekomaru Nidai

Insecure Disease

Nekomaru is easily the loudest, most boisterous and outgoing person in their class, so he has a major personality change after becoming infected with the Despair Disease.

He really lets himself go, no longer caring about his figure or athleticism and becoming much lazier than he was before. He fails to follow a real workout schedule, sleeps in often and eats plenty of junk-food as he no longer worries about training or sports.

Nekomaru stops caring about himself and the others; where he used to be their biggest motivator, he was now found often stuffing his face with food, like Akane used to, and blabbing on about how they had no hope and that they might as well give up.

He slowly becomes insecure and quiet. It isn’t normal for someone like Nekomaru to retract from the group and become reserved, but he is a lot harder on himself and amplifies his own flaws, tearing himself down in the process and wallowing in his own self-pity.

He becomes much more awkward and gives terrible advice to the others, especially Akane. His mood drags the others down since he was normally so loud and energetic, and now he doesn’t lift up his feet and hangs his head low.

Nekomaru has many negative side effects as well, becoming selfish and pessimistic. His loud, iconic laughter was nowhere to be found and he often puts himself before others, no longer willing to take one for the team if necessary, especially not for Akane.

Their relationship takes a toll after they each catch the Despair Disease because he is much less supportive of her, which negatively impacts her self esteem as well.

He can take it so far as to be rude and lash out against the others, becoming snippy and easily provoked, and Nekomaru is the last person on the island that you want to piss off. Not only does he become insecure, but easily agitated and hostile as well.

He suffers from intense mood-swings after succumbing to the Disease: one moment, he could be annoyed and hostile, and the next he could be insecure and quiet. Nekomaru also speaks more softly, rather than screaming, since he is afraid of scaring the others away.

Mahiru Koizumi

Promiscuous Disease

Mahiru is quite outspoken and canbe bossy, at least towards the men on the island. She has very traditionalviewpoints and strongly believes that men have responsibilities that womendon’t, and that they should be the ones running this island.

Now, however, she tends to boss the other girls around while hanging allover the boys. Her opinions, as well as her personality, completely flip and her beliefs become just as compromised as her attitude.

She no longer takes responsibility of her actions and isn’t nearly as mature, which can be proven when she holds the other girls to a standard that she does not hold herself to.

Mahiru would send very flirty photos of herself to the boys, essentially sexualizing and objectifying herself. She no longer says what is on her mind and instead says and does whatever she thinks will impress the guys, purposefully acting air-headed as well.

She becomes more ditzy and empty-headed, often acting dumb and failing to follow what the group had decided upon. She thinks with her heart and her other body parts rather than her head which in turn clouds her own decision making.

She is a true pushover, who is quite gullible and likely to do whatever she is told without much of a second thought. This makes her much more vulnerable and needs to be protected from possible killers, similar to Ibuki’s Despair Disease but not to the same extent.

While she isn’t as gullible as Ibuki, Mahiru doesn’t think as much as she used to and tends to go with whatever the group says rather than making her own choices for herself, no longer a truly independent woman.

That, and Mahiru will start to objectify the boys and flirt endlessly with them, even during the inappropriate situations like during the Investigation or in the middle of the Trial.

She becomes more childlike and clumsy, ‘tripping’ purposefully or bending over to find herself in precarious positions to attract the others, exposing herself and giggling about it, clearly trying to seduce whomever may see her.

Mahiru obviously lacks a lot of the manners she formerly had and doesn’t care what the others think as much. Instead, she’s just trying to have a good time and becomes more careless and reckless while she’s at it.

Teruteru Hanamura

Gentlemanly Disease

Teruteru is arguably the most lewdperson on the island, par maybe Kazuichi, but Teruteru often takes the cake,pun intended, when it comes to promiscuity.

After coming down with the Despair Disease, Teruteru would no longer make suchlewd comments or innuendos, nor would he try putting the moves on gullibleclassmates, like Sonia, or view others in that way.

He would become more serious and develop a distaste for lewd comments, oftenshaking his head at Mahiru; whenever she tries exposing herself, he would takethe liberty of covering her up with his apron to prevent the others fromseeing her in that state, and move her away from the others to maintain her dignity.

He would even scold her, as well as Sonia and Mikan, for being too promiscuous even if it wasn’t intentional.

Teruteru has much more control over his hormones and thoughts, becoming braverand taking responsibility for their situation as he tries leading the group inthe best way he can. He becomes a standoffish ‘gentleman’ who doesn’t viewothers for lewd purposes and contains his own excitement.

Honestly, he would also get extremely self-confident and more aware of the thoughtsthat run through his mind and the comments he makes, cautious as to not say ordo anything that might alarm his friends.

He shows that he values people more than he does objects or fantasies, a much more down to Earth person with clear thoughts that aren’t often clouded by lust.

Teruteru has a very serious disposition, shamefully looking down upon those who chase their own urges but this might stem from a self-conscious feeling and his own insecurities.

This doesn’t really fall under the rest of his Despair Disease, but Teruteruwould also probably speak in his very pronounced Southern accent as well since he has no reason to hide it while infected.

He also refrains from overeating and doesn’t pride himself on his cooking as much while infected since that kind of pride can be seen as shameful and sinful. He has much more traditional views that contradict his typically shameless, bold personality.

Hiyoko Saionji

Sweetheart Disease

Usually, the Despair Disease will bringout your negative qualities and switching your personality often has itsrepercussions, but in Hiyoko’s case, she becomes a wholeheartedly genuine person.

She becomes much more graceful and holds her tongue as to not make any crude orhurtful comments, always putting the other’s feelings above her own and is hyper-aware of their emotions.

She starts to resent harassment and no longerstands for it, especially when it is directed towards more sensitive people, like Mikan, and argues with people like Sonia who purposefully tease their peers.

Hiyoko can’t stand violence or death, especially when it comes to small anddefenseless creatures. She empathizes with the ants and crabs that she used totorment.

She would also stick up for Mikan if anyone started to give her Hell, defending her and caring for her once everything was over. Of course, the Nurse would be a bit startled by Hiyoko’s sudden compassion but she wouldn’t turn it away, either.

Her motherly instincts start to kick-in and Hiyoko becomes moreloving and protective towards her classmates, doing her best to keepthem away from danger and tending to their needs. She becomes selfless and turns into the most kindhearted person on the island, so sweet that it could make your teeth rot.

That’s something that most people wouldn’t associate with her. Perhaps her personality change is the most drastic and surprising.

Hiyoko is very mature and takes responsibility for her own actions, turning up her nose to crass jokes and innuendos and becoming the ‘mom’ figure of the group, despite her size.

She is incredibly positive and motivating, trying to push the others towards working together and uniting her class in a peaceful harmony, insisting that the only way they can survive this is to work together and respect one another.

But in return, this makes her a little bit too trusting of others, seeing the good in everyone around her and unintentionally ignoring the bad; since she is blinded by their good words and can no longer differentiate whether or not someone is being genuine.

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter)

Confusion Disease

The issue in the Imposter’s caseis that the Despair Disease is supposed to flip your real personality, butsince he impersonates others and steals identities, the Disease gets a littlebit confused and convoluted, affecting not only his true personality but thosethat he has stolen as well, specifically Byakuya Togami’s.

Since the Imposter is a kinder, more considerate version of Byakuya who triesleading the group, he would likely revert back to Byakuya’s personality at thebeginning of his Killing Game and became a cold, cruel person who couldn’t careless about the others in the Killing Game, only himself.

He becomes more selfish and willing to sacrifice the others in order to save himself in the end, valuing his life above others and completely disregarding the leadership role he tried to originally take on.

However, since he loses his interest in being a leader, the Imposter also becomes much more cowardly and defensive when it comes to his own life and will wholeheartedly shove someone in front of him to use as a shield if necessary.

But the Imposter, while infected with the Despair Disease, has trouble discerninghimself from his personalities and identities, so he often breaks character.This, too, confuses not only himself but his classmates as well.

The Imposter switches between personalities and struggles to maintain balance, so his attitudes, beliefs, and actions can become drastically different no one ever really knows what to expect from him.

They all begin to overlap and merge with one another, and by the time he is cured he is no longer able to tell what is a factor in his true personality and what is a trait that he has copied.

He often disassociates and there is a clear distinction between his personalities, visibly switching between them, even in the same sentence. His speech and mannerisms become more unstable since he can’t control when he switches, which is alarming and disturbing to the others and blows his cover as the Ultimate Imposter.

- Mod Rantaro

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Nights in White Satin (M)

Pairing(s): Kino, Hongseok, E’Dawn, Hui x Reader. This one is Kino focused

Genre: SMUT AF, College AU

Summary: Sexual Liberation Pt 8. First person POV, heavy characterization of reader. just a bunch of smutty goodness in college.

Warnings: there’s a lot of sex over the course of the series. In this chapter, double kino sexy time, fuckboy/tsundere kinda Kino (but we all knew this),phone sex, squirting, masturbation, hearing kino moan, i literally have this kink with rings i’m so sorry yall have to experience this but please bare with me, creampies, wet and rainy, hair pulling, choking, car sex

Word Count: 11.5k

A/N: I flipflop between stage names and real names. Sometimes the formatting can be weird between mobile and desktop:/ Italics mean memories/past events and thoughts. In this one specifically it’s thoughts, a voicemail, and a fantasy. This one took me forever as well and it’s a freaking honker so get ready. but there is double the pleasure with this one.

Sexual Liberation Masterlist

Fic Inspo (Please listen to all these songs, they go along so well with this fic lmao)

Backseat-JYJ

Wet- Jooyoung (THIS ENTIRE MV YALL)

Nights in White Satin- The Relentless (yes this lowkey became a songfic shutup and this one is like the important one clearly because it’s the title lmao)

Hyuna fucked me against the window of the hotel room. Hui fucked me on the balcony. Hyojong fucked me in the hottub. And we had all somehow fucked each other in the giant shower stall without anyone slipping and sliding to their doom. To say that i was exhausted was an understatement. I was just a walking corpse, drained of any feeling and energy (or cum). Sunday morning we bid Hyuna goodbye before she got on her private jet. She cried a bit when she had to leave Hyojong and he spent several minutes reassuring her. It was really sweet. They seemed perfect for each other. I squeezed Hui's hand as i watched. I was being a bit of a glutton for punishment at this point.

She said goodbye to us next, a little bit faster since her plane was scheduled to leave soon. Hui and I received a kiss and a hug each and a promise that she would be back soon. We watched as her car drove off, leaving us to drag our luggages to the train station and endure the ride back home. We all slept on the train but it didn't even feel like enough. The three of us were still shuffling around wordlessly until we finally collapsed in the dorm. I flopped onto Hui's bed and didn't move. He flopped beside me, joining me in my feeling like we were hit by a bus. If we had larger beds, Hyojong would have slept with us too but he stayed in his own room for the time being. Being asleep felt like a comforting void close to death but not exactly there yet. I wanted to stay in this limbo forever.

I was shaken awake aggressively and yanked out of my blissful coma. “WHAT?!” i rasped

“Get up. Class starts in 15 minutes.” Hui said. His voice sounded as bad as mine and he still looked like a truck had run him over. I looked at the window that was pouring in light through the blinds. It was the next morning but i felt like i had only slept for a few hours. I think it was about 15 though.

“Fuck…” I got up and tossed off the clothes I had slept in and pulled out an outfit i had packed for the trip but hadn't worn. “Can i borrow a hoodie?”

Hui yawned as he pulled one out of his closet and handed it to me. I threw it on and tied my hair up in a knotted mess of a bun. “Fuck…” I said again, now realizing that i didn't have my backpack. “I don't have anything to take notes with.”

Hui grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me. “Who cares? If we didn't get points taken off for attendance we wouldn't be going to this dumb class. Just borrow my notebook.” He walked out of his room and banged on Hyojong's door.

I grabbed Hui's backpack and went out to the living room area. Kino came out his room and stopped when he saw me. “When did you get-shit. What happened to you?”

I glared at him. “Kino, i'm really not in the mood.” My voice cracked.

“You look horrible.” He glanced over at Hui who was pulling Hyojong out of his room by his shirt. Hyojong didn't even look like he could function at all. “What did you guys do??”

“What didn't we do is the better question.” Hui answered. He got a bottle of Listerine and took a shot of it before handing it to me. I did the same and passed it to Hyojong, none of us actually having any time to thoroughly brush our teeth. Now we only had 10 minutes to get to class on legs that were too sore to move.

Kino's mouth stood agape for a moment but he didn't dare ask any other questions. We all walked to our Music Theory class and sat wayyyy in the back trying to hide from the prying eyes of teacher and students. Kino kept giving us the once over, finding new marks to pick out and make suspicions about. All hell basically broke loose when Jisoo arrived. She wanted to question everything that happened and wondered why the Trio of Doom had their new found seats beside me. I flopped onto the desk, the sound of everyone's voice drilling into my skull. “We fucked. A lot. A lot, a lot. We're tired and i'd rather be dead than here. And when my voice doesn't sound like a prepubescent boy I will tell you everything. For now, please shut up.”

Jisoo snapped her mouth shut and crossed her arms, staring at the presentation down in front, angrily. I spent the rest of class pretending that I was paying attention when in reality I was basically sleeping with my eyes open. It took about two more days to fully recover enough stamina. Classes were kicking my ass in full gear so I didn't have any more time to waste as midterms were in a few weeks. I had eventually sat Jisoo down to talk about what happened. I opened with, “So, i'm bi.” which earned me a loud screech from Jisoo.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re bi? What the hell happened on that trip? What kind of sex did you have???” She paced the length of her bedroom as she tried to wrap her head around what I was saying. I laid back on her bed and answered a text from Hui.

“Well let’s see...Hyojong got me vibrating panties and somehow got me to put them on without me noticing and he turned them on in the damn train station. Then I found out he brought sex toys and to get back at him I fucked him with a strap on. Then i found out he had a girlfriend-”

“WHAT?!”

“Hold on, it gets better. So his girlfriend is totally okay with me fucking Hyojong and we basically fucked the entire weekend. I got deepthroated like 7 times which is why I sounded like a croaking frog. And Hui is L O U D so he sounded terrible too. I was handcuffed and spread every which way so my body just gave out on me.”

Jisoo stared at me for a long while. “What even is your life….”

“You’re telling me. Fuck if I know. I just need my voice to recover so I can make up my stupid vocal lesson. At least that paper for Music Theory is out of my hair.” I sighed and looked at my phone again as I got another notification.

“You are...is this your life now? Is this just what you’re going to do for the rest of college?” Jisoo asked.

I sat up and looked at her, confused by what she meant. “What do you mean exactly?”

“Like are you just going to focus all your energy into becoming obsessed with fucking these guys?”

“Jisoo, all my energy isn’t going into them. My grades are still good and I’m working hard on all my practices. I danced through my pain and I still have blisters on my feet from practicing all day yesterday. Just because I’m involved with them doesn’t mean they’re going to get in the way of my dreams.”

“What happens when you start having feelings for them? Then what? They’re going to go back to Korea and Hyojong isn’t even going to think about you since he has a girlfriend!”

I got up quickly. “Why are you acting like this? It’s not cool.” Tears were starting to brim on my waterline. Jisoo had never spoken to me like this before.

“I’m just telling you the truth in hopes that you realize what it’s doing to you. You can’t just fuck people for months on end and not develop feelings for them. It’s only a matter of time and then you’ll be stuck with trying to figure out who you want to be with.” She sighed. “Look i’m not trying to be mean, I just need you to get your head together before this all dumps on you at once.”

I looked away from her and tried to blink away my tears. “I’ve got to go. I-I need to meet Hui. I’ll see you later.” I rushed out of her apartment and headed towards Hui’s dorm. I didn’t want to think about Jisoo being right, I really didn’t. But I thought back to what Hyojong said to me about me being his girlfriend. And about Hui saying that Hyojong would basically have to fight him if he wanted to have me. I shook my head to try and push those thoughts back where they belonged, in the box of denial in the back of my mind.

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I knocked on the door waiting for Hui to answer. I was instead greeted by Hongseok. “Oh, Hongseok, hi. Is Hui here? I was supposed to meet him.”

“He's not but I know his piano lesson is today and that's usually like 3 hours or so.”

“Maybe i misread his text. I'll just head back to my dorm then.”

“Uh...no, that's ok. You can hang out here if you want, though it's just me right now.” He said a bit nervously.

“Oh, ok! I like hanging out with you.” I stepped into their dorm space and set my backpack on one of the couches. “How'd your history test go?”

He beamed. “I actually passed thanks to you. Thank you so much for helping me.”

I gave him a high five. “Yay! I'm happy that it went ok. I knew you could do it. You're really smart.”

His cheeks turned a bit pink. “Heh...thanks. Um...but i kinda need your help again. If you dont mind?”

“Oh? What class is it this time?” i asked.

He swallowed hard and stared down at his feet. “Latin dance.”

“A latin class?” i chuckled a bit, surprised. “I didn't know you were taking a dance class.”

“It's just the required dance credit I have to take. But i definitely chose the wrong class. I’m not much of a dancer. Do you know anything about it?” he asked.

I nodded and stepped closer to him. “Yeah, I took Latin one and two last year. Here, put one hand on my waist,” I guided his hand to right above my hips. “And one hand up, hold mine.” Our hands cupped together in the air. “Now for the basic step it's about two steps forward, slight pause, two steps back. Lead with the left.”

I guided him into the basic step, laughing as I had to repeat and slow down for him. Our heads even bumped together a few times because he was so focused on staring at his feet. “You have to look up when you do it! You're gonna have points taken off!”

“Im sorry, Im sorry!” He rubbed his forehead where we had clashed together. “Im trying!”

“I know! But now we have to add the hips.” I placed my hands on his hips and lead them into small isolations. “When you step you have to add some hip movement. It goes with the beat.”

“O-oh...hips?”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Yes. Hips. All Latin dances are fun. Some are sexy and sensual You have to move your hips. Here maybe you should hold mine instead.” I switched the position of our hands and swirled my hips. “Feel that?”

He nodded. “I feel something.”

“Do you want to try it with music?” I reached for his phone that was on the dining table and took a misstep, my foot rolling slightly. Hongseok caught me instantly since we were still so close, my chest was pressed against his now, his hands on the small of my back, cheeks burning crimson. “S-sorry.” I stuttered. “I can literally trip on anything.”

“It's okay. I'm glad i caught you in time.”

He didn't let me go for a moment and I couldn't help but stare at his full lips. They just looked so soft and kissable. His hands around me were so warm; I could feel it spreading throughout my back. I dared to look up at his eyes which had been staring down at me. A nervous smile crept onto his face but neither of us let go. I swallowed back some of my nerves. “Hongseok...I…”

The door to the dorm swung open and Hongseok and I scrambled to pull away from one another and look as casual as possible. Kino kicked his shoes off and looked over at us, eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Oh I didn't know anyone was home. What are you doing here?” he asked me.

“I was waiting for Hui but I think I came too early. Then Hongseok asked me if I could help him with his dance class.”

“If you want better lessons, you should've just asked me, Hongseok.” Kino quipped.

“Well to be quite honest, Id rather not dance Latin with you. Unless you want to grind against me.” Hongseok chuckled.

“Ohh grinding. Is that what you two were doing?.” Kino teased as he came into the dining and kitchen area with us. “Is that why you want her to help instead of me?”

Hongseok rubbed his neck nervously “I- I…”

“I should check with Hui to see how long he's going to be.” I tried to shift the tides and ease the awkwardness of the situation. I leaned over the back of the couch and dug into my backpack to retrieve my phone. I sent a quick text to Hui to see when he might be done. I felt a slight unease as if Hongseok and Kino were watching me but when i looked back their eyes were shifting and avoiding me. I smoothed out the back of my skater skirt. “What?”

Hongseok's face was even more beet red. “Nothing! Nothing…”

“You guys are weird…” I made my way over to the fridge and grabbed the filter water pitcher and a glass from the cabinet. Kino crept behind me and grabbed my ass firmly, making me almost drop the pitcher.

“You look good in that skirt. Did Hongseok have some wandering hands during your practice?” he whispered in my ear.

I shoved him away quickly. “What? Are you jealous now? It's just dancing, Kino.”

“Me? Jealous of Hongseok? Please.” He jumped onto the kitchen counter and took the glass of water from me.

I glared at him as he took a long gulp. “He has way more manners than you will ever have. And i'm sure if something was going on between us-which it's not, by the way- he would be nothing short of a gentleman.”

“Gentleman cant fuck.”

I tried to keep my voice as a whisper but Kino always made me want to scream. “Well gee, Kino, did it ever occur to you that I don't always want to fuck!? Maybe I want to go out on a date or two.”

He rolled his eyes. “Dating would mess up what we have. That's like the rule.”

“I didn't say go on a date with you, jackass. I wouldn't stoop so low.”

“Ouch, damn.” He said, and I almost thought he was actually offended. He set the glass down and jumped off of the counter. “I wouldn't say that about you.”

My mind was still a mess after my conversation with Jisoo. “Well which is it? I don't get you Kino. What exactly do you want?”

He didn't answer me and instead stormed off to his room. What the absolute hell?? I patted Hongseok's shoulder and advised him that i'd be right back. I followed Kino to his room and shut the door quietly. “What's your deal?”

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in his pile of dirty laundry. “Nothing's my deal. Go finish dancing with Hongseok.”

“Ok, correct me if i'm wrong but you just said you weren’t jealous of Hongseok and insinuated that if I were to have sex with him it wouldn't be good because you can fuck better than him. Then the topic of dates came up-”

“You brought that up. And I had to remind you that dating isn't part of our deal. I know you can't resist me but don't you think that would muddy up the waters, hmm?”

“There is no muddying of waters!” I stomped my foot, frustrated and annoyed at him. “I never said I wanted a date with you. But if I had to go on a date with Hongseok it would be much nicer.”

He took off his basketball shorts and tossed them in the laundry as well before going over to his dresser to pull out some fresh shorts. “Doubt it.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Ooohhh, I get it now. It's competition. You don't like anyone one-upping you. I can see that now. Yeahhhhh for sure! Everytime i would tell you about something I did with Hui or Hyojong, you'd want to do something better and harder.”

“I have no idea what youre talking about.” He didn't look at me though and I knew it was true.

“So, Kino,” I smirked as I sauntered over to him. “You would want to prove that you're a better date than Hongseok-if I were to go out on a date with him.”

“You're literally the one that's so obsessed with dating me now.” he said flatly. He still wouldn't look at me though.

“I'm not obsessed at all. After all, I’m not competing with others to coddle my fragile masculinity. But I'll grant you the favor of a date. It won't make things complicated but it will shut your mouth up. You just better make it worthy of being the best date I've ever had.”

“Fine!” He snapped back at me finally. “At least i know you'll put out on the first date.”

I was taken aback. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest as if his words had pierced through my heart. I grabbed the door handle and quickly walked out, not even wanting to stay for Hui or Hongseok. Was everyone just taking a stab at me today? Was this some cosmic karma bullshit coming to strike me down? I was over my friends being assholes to me and was ready to go back to being an introvert.

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Hey….i just wanted to say that...im really sorry for what I said the other day. I mean, i wanted to say it in person but you walked out. I know why you did it but…-sigh- call me back, please?

It had been a few days since I had talked to anyone at all. I had ignored several calls from Kino this afternoon but when the voicemail icon showed up I decided to take a listen. I replayed the voicemail again just to make sure I heard everything correctly. He was being sincere which was a new thing for Kino; actually being nice and recognizing when he was wrong. I was shocked. I decided to call him back and see what else he had to say.

“Hello?” his voice seemed a little groggy.

“Kino?”

“Mhm...hey.”

“Were you asleep?” I asked and looked at my phone for a quick second. It was only 10 pm on a Friday. It wasn't really like him.

“Yeah.” He groaned and I assumed he was stretching. “I haven't slept much these past couple of days.”

“How come?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I've been thinking about you. And what i said. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't. I just don't want things to be weird between us...but I kind of realized that going on a date didn't matter if you were mad at me. I don't care about Hongseok or what you do with him. We can just...hang out as friends right? We can do fun stuff together and still fuck, right?”

“Yeah...yeah we can Kino. It's all i've ever wanted. We fight a lot but...we have good chemistry. I don't want anything to mess it up either.” The tone of his voice had my cold demeanor towards him melting in a matter of seconds. Hearing him apologize meant a lot to me and it felt good for us to want to do something together without bickering. “Do you want to maybe go to the arcade with me? We can get some wings too. It doesn't count as a date. It's not a fancy restaurant.”

He let out a small laugh. “Yeah, that's totally how that works.”

“It’s true! Wings are bro food! We’re bros.” I laughed at my lameness then cleared my throat. I adjusted myself in my bed. “Are you going to go back to sleep now?”

“Only if you forgive me.” He replied

“If i don't forgive you would you stay up and talk to me?”

“If you forgive me, i'll stay up with you anyway.”

I smiled to myself. “Ok, then I forgive you...but you didn't answer my question. Do you want to go to the arcade with me?”

He chuckled. “Yes, i do. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow's good. If you meet me at my dorm we can go to the student parking lot to get my car and leave from there.”

“Sounds good…” There was silence for a long while. I had thought the call dropped.

“Kino?”

“Hmm? I'm still here...keep talking to me. I like the sound of your voice.”

I fiddled with the edge of my fleece blanket. “What do you want me to say?”

“You tell me, you’re the one begging me to stay up with you.”

That was true but we had never really talked on the phone like this before. Who even talked on the phone anymore? I talked to my freakin’ mom on the phone not my fuck buddy. I chewed on my bottom lip. “It’s kind of cold here… I have the heat on and i’m under the covers.”

“Well what are you wearing?” He asked.

“What am i-? I mean...like just a t-shirt and panties really. Why?”

He didn’t respond and it was like I could hear his smirk through the phone. “Kino, are you trying to have phone sex with me?”

“Well damn, it’s better than listening to you complain about the weather. And you woke me up. I need to get back to sleep somehow.”

Even though he couldn’t see me I covered my face in embarrassment. “I can’t do that! I’m not good at talking dirty!”

“Hah! I beg to differ. I remember a certain someone telling me that I was a good boy at the library. And you called me by my name. You know how to talk dirty. Don’t play innocent with me.”

“It’s different over the phone! It’s like...i have to think about it. I have to think about saying sexy things.”

“Don’t think about it, if you do you’re gonna force it and it’s gonna be awkward. Just breathe. Pretend I’m there with you.”

I set the phone down beside me and put him on speaker. Laying back, i closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I was thankful that my roommate was gone for the weekend visiting her parents. “You should be here. You could warm me up.”

“I’d love to. Your thighs would be really warm around my head. You like that don’t you?”

“I do.” I sighed and rubbed my thighs. “I really do. It’s my favorite thing when you put your mouth to better use than annoying me.”

“I like when your mouth is moaning my name instead of annoying me.” Kino retorted. “In fact...i love when you do those short little breathy moans, like when my tongue is inside you and you pull my hair.” He let out a soft groan and I shuddered.

“You do have a talented tongue.” I dared my hand to go a little lower and rub the center of my panties. “You know you’re kind of quiet when we fuck. You make rough sounds but i’d really...really like to hear you moan for me. I want you to whimper and feel your breath catch in your throat. I want to hear you say my name, Hyunggu.”

He cleared his throat. “W-wha…”

I rubbed myself slowly, imagining Kino in his dark room, his hand wrapped around his cock. “I would love to hear you baby. Please? For me?”

“I-i-i’m sure I don’t sound as sexy as you...you know i-”

“Are you shy now, love? Do you not want to make me wet for you?”

He was silent for a moment but I could hear his sheets rustling. A few moments later I heard slick sounds of skin on skin. His breath was becoming slightly heavy. “I do...I want you dripping and fingering yourself, like that video you sent me.”

“Oh, the snap.” I let out a sensual giggle. “I had been thinking about you coming into my dorm and begging me to fuck you. I was using my vibrator but it wasn't enough. I wanted to feel you inside me Kino.” My fingers trailed inside my panties dancing in the wetness that pooled from my entrance. I stroked myself slowly, up and down...up and down, spreading my slick over my folds and clit. The more I thought back to that fantasy the more it fueled my passion.

The softest of moans escaped him. I had to strain my ears just to hear it but it made my toes curl instantly. “Fuck, I love being inside you…”

“You're still holding back, baby.” I spread my legs a little wider wanting better access to my entrance. I pushed one finger in easily but that didn't last long. I added another, curling the tips ever so slightly against my walls. I swallowed hard and licked my lips. The sounds on his end were getting faster. He was working his cock and I could picture how swollen he was; his hand traveling the length of his shaft, twisting slightly at the head that burned with sensitivity. Soft whimpers turned into harsh curses then short groans of pleasure. He sounded so good. My walls clenched around my fingers as my body shuddered. Just his sounds were driving me to the brink of an orgasm. Like music to my ears.

Then I heard my name. Over and over and over as the speed of his hand increased. I could hear the pace of his strokes quickening, the slickness of his precum was probably spread across his shaft. I thought about the way he tasted, the way his thick cum felt on my tongue. I lifted my knees towards my chest, fingering myself deeper as I was so desperate for him to hear me cum.

His breaths were ragged and intense now but he managed to speak. “I hear how wet you are, slut.” His short chuckle was filled with his usual sarcasm.

“You're the bigger...ahh...slut!” The last word came out as a cry as my fingers found my spot. “Now youre so loud. You like being loud for me, don't you, Hyunggu? You love being a good boy for me?”

He let out a loud gasp. “F-fuck! Don't call me that.”

I pushed a third finger inside me, my hips rocking up to meet my thrusts. “W-why not? Does it make you cum hard? Is that your little kink?”

He was a panting mess on the other line. I could tell he was trying to keep his mouth covered or at least bite down on his lip. I wanted to see him but the mystery of how he looked spread across his bed right now thrilled me. I slipped my hand under my shirt and grabbed at my breast, teasing and pulling my nipple to its sensitive erect state. My mind was at work again, taken back to my fantasy of him begging me to fuck him.

My hips worked in rough circles, feeling Kino plunge into me deeper. Harder. Faster. My head was tossed back as a slew of moans released from me. His hand landed hard smacks to my ass leaving burning red prints all over my cheeks. I could feel him watching my tits bounce, that evil tongue of his peeking out from his mouth to lick his lips. Everytime he did that it made me want to fuck him even more. I grabbed onto the headboard as he arched against my chest., his cock throbbing hard inside me. My free hand gripped a handful of his silver hair and forced his head towards me. “You want to cum like a good little boy, don’t you?”

He nodded breathlessly. “Make me cum, please!” He begged.

I smirked down at him, watching every muscle in his body tense under his skin. I licked his lips and whispered against them. “Cum inside me, baby.”

My walls clenched around his swollen cock fueling his cum to spill within me, warming me completely. His hips bucked with each strand that left him, his hand gripping my thighs so tight i could feel the bruises beginning to form. I slowed my bounces down pulled off of him gently. I could feel his cum threatening to slip out of me. I moved my hand between my thighs and gathered his cum on my fingers pushing it deeper inside me. I curled my fingertips against that little pleasure center inside me, crying out his name as I brought myself to the edge.

“FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!” My thighs shook as my cum shot out of me, dousing my panties and bedsheets. My breath felt like it was knocked out of me and my whole body was tingling. My whole head felt fuzzy as if I had just fainted. I looked around the room still upset that Kino was in his bed and not here with me. I swallowed hard and reached for my phone with my clean hand. I took it off speaker and pressed it to my ear in time to hear Kino moan deeply as he came. His wet strokes were slowing down as his breath struggled to keep up.

“Y-you ok?” I panted.

“Yeah...yeah I’m good. You sounded so fuckin’ sexy.”

“Yeah..uh...i squirted. Like everywhere. So that’s a new one.”

“Wait by yourself?” He asked. I had normally only done so when he, Hui, and Hyojong were inside me at the same time.

“Uh-huh. I was thinking about something in particular and I guess it...just…”

“Will you send me a picture?”

“God you’re gross.” I rolled my eyes. “Only if you send me a picture of your cum?”

He scoffed. “You’re such a hypocrite. You first though.”

“Fine, Fine. But you pay for the wings tomorrow.”

He groaned. “The things I do for you. Now hang up and send me the pic.”

“You’re so commanding!” I hung up on him quickly and decided to make him wait. Mostly because my legs were sore and i didn’t want to move at all or attempt to make myself look sexy. I felt my phone vibrate and of course it was Kino sending me a bunch of chicken emojis. I sighed and opened up my snapchat trying to find the best angle to show off my soaked sheets and panties, my hand still rubbing lazy circles on my clit. Once i was satisfied with the video I sent it. Eventually i willed myself to get up and change my sheets. I got up and dropped my panties to the floor and pulled off the dirty sheets. I tossed them in my hamper and pulled out some other sheets I had gotten on clearance. They were some white satin-y kind of material and not quite the right size for my dorm bed but it would have to do. I wasn’t in the mood to do a load of laundry now.

My phone vibrated again and I opened up my snapchat knowing it was a notif from Kino. I clicked on the video and saw the expanse of his cum covered abs, his cock beginning to soften. He dragged his fingers through his cum and the video switched angles, showing his face as he sucked it off his fingers one by one. His saved his middle finger for last, pulling it out with an audible pop, and flashing it to me. He stuck his tongue out, the icing on top of his irritatingly sexy video. I groaned and flopped back onto my bed, screaming into my pillow about how he was going to be the death of me. That stupid fuckin’ fuckboy!

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I finished misting my face with my makeup setting spray and checked myself out in the mirror. Not too shabby. I adjusted the waistband of my suspender skirt and fussed with my hair a bit more. I don’t know why I was trying so hard to look good. Maybe because he looked like a Korean supermodel and I didn’t want to look like a whale-potato next to him. I sighed and willed myself to stop fussing. I was about to text Kino to see where he was at but I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and stared at him. He was leaning against the doorframe, casually, dressed in tight skinny jeans, an oversized black shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was perfectly styled in such an effortless way and I hated him for being so ridiculously sexy.

“Hey.” He said. His eyes were crawling everywhere on my body.

“Hey…You look so…..Korea.”

He pushed his hair back and I wanted to scream. “And you look so America. What the hell does that mean anyway?”

“You know like...fashionable.” Attractive. Gorgeous. Deadly. “Just you know…” I stared at the rings on his slender fingers that was sliding through his silver locks. He was going to kill me today. I just knew it. Maybe we didn’t even have to go to the arcade. We could just stay here and fu-

“Are you gonna keep creepily staring at me or are we going to leave?”

I stopped staring at his hands and grabbed my purse. “Yeah, uh...Let’s go.”

There was no talk about what happened yesterday night. No talk about the dirty snaps we kept sending to each other until we fell asleep. No talk about the way he was currently holding my hand as we walked to my car. I stared down at our fingers and could only think about how cute they looked together. I unlocked my car when we were close enough and was surprised when Kino opened the door for me. I gave him a brief confused stare before getting in. He was still silent as he got in the passenger's seat. The ride was only filled with the soft drull of my music from my playlist. My hand fell comfortably to the center console as i drove and i felt Kino wrap his pinky around mine. I glanced over at him but he seemed to be occupied with staring out the window. This was...strange. Was he nervous? Did he not want to be here with me?

A lot of questions played in my mind as I pulled into the arcade parking lot about a half hour later. We got out of the car and I shoved him playfully. “C’mon, loser, I’m ready to kick your ass!”

A smile finally brightened his face which infected me with warmth. It was nice to see him smile like that and have it look genuine. It wasn't a smirk or a shit eating grin. It was Hyunggu. “Race you there!” He called out before sprinting towards the entrance of the arcade. He got there first, sticking his tongue out when I arrived seconds after him, panting slightly. He opened the door for me and i stepped through, taking in the smell of cheap pizza, sweat covered plastic, and stinky teenagers. I loved the arcade.

I went over to the change machine and Kino and I both slipped in a 20 in exchange for some tokens. “What game you want to do first?” He asked me.

I looked around surveying the selection of games. “Zombies.” I ran over to the booth, pleased to see some annoying kids move out when I arrived. I stepped in with Kino following behind me, closing the curtains to create the dark atmosphere. I pulled a few tokens out of my purse and put them in the coin slot. Kino did the same and we grabbed onto the guns. “Okay, i'll lead and you watch my back and the sides.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” Kino quipped. The countdown begin and the sound effects of labored breaths came through the speakers. Our characters ‘woke up’ as the throng of zombies crashed through a metal fence.

“Left.” I said as i landed two headshots. Kino aimed his gun and fired off several shots until he was empty.

“Wait, how do i reload?”

I groaned as I shot at zombies to pick up his slack. “Point the control off to the side and press the trigger. Hurry up!”

He did as I told and joined me in a murderous frenzy. We watched as other characters died and we prevailed. Kino landed a shot to some barrels of gas and made an entire crowd of zombies explode. I high fived him in excitement, loving the thrill of the high score. We were both acting like kids, laughing and teasing each other to see who would die first.

“If you die first then you have to buy me a shot.” I told him.

“What, you mean in one year? I’m twenty, you idiot.��

I rolled my eyes. “I forget about that. Well fine, if you win what do you want?”

He fired a few shots as he thought. “Can it be anything?”

“Depends. I’m not going to like get naked in front of people or anything.”

“Ok, if I win, you come visit me in Korea”

I looked over at him briefly. “You serious? Like spend time with you there?”

“Spend time with all of us. For maybe like a few weeks or something. On your right.”

I adjusted my aim guide and hit the zombie on the right. “Ok, if I win you have to pay for my trip to Korea.”

“Deal.” He said instantly. I leaned closer to the screen, determined that moving my body with the control would definitely help me land my hits more accurately. I was deep in concentration when i felt Kino’s fingers stroke my neck gently, his rings sliding gently across the surface of my skin while his tongue traced the outline of my ear. My entire body shivered and I let go of the gun.

“S-stop that!”

Kino pulled away and smirked as he landed a four hit combo. My character was already dead, my high score tossed away and replaced with Kino’s. I whacked the back of his head. “You cheated!”

“Ow!” He rubbed the sore spot and glared at me. “I didn’t cheat. I just used tactics.” He let go of the control as he died “All's fair in love and war, princess.” He slid out of the booth while I cursed at him. I scooted out after him and saw him halfway across the arcade, heading towards the dance games. I had to run to catch up to him.

“Gee, thanks for waiting for me.” I grumped and crossed my arms over my chest.

He popped in a few tokens and hit the player one button. He raised his hand so the motion detector could register him before he selected a song. “You know you can do two player right?” I said.

He looked back at me after selecting his song. “Just watch and learn.”

The dance screen came up and filled with some anime looking girls. A sickly sweet pop song came on and I burst out laughing instantly when Kino started dancing to the cutesy moves. He had no shame in wiggling his hips and making cute faces. “Shake it but don’t break it baby!” I called out to him. He turned back to me and winked, holding up a peace sign before bouncing around again. I couldn’t help but record him, after all it could be used for future blackmail of him getting my ticket to Korea. But most importantly, he looked so adorable. The song finished and he pulled me over to him, panting slightly. “You want to try? You might want to start on easy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you should watch and learn then.” I stepped up to the machine and registered the motion detector. It took me a minute to find a good enough song but I chose something a little bit more sexy. The music started and I followed along, a little worse for wear at first but getting into the rhythm of the pre set moves. I swung my hips and shimmied, bouncing my ass just a bit because I knew he was watching. I looked back at him and he had a smug look on his face. His thumb was between his teeth holding back what he really wanted to say. I finished the song, watching the results of my score. “Not too bad huh?”

He put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight to his chest. “You’re a cock tease, you know that?”

“Of course. That’s what I do best.” We walked away from the dancing games for now and tried to see what our next target would be. We passed by a photobooth and I watched as the display photos popped up on the screen. I stared at it a bit longingly. Kino stopped and looked at the booth.

“You want pictures?” he asked.

I looked up at him. “Y-yeah...I don't really have any of just me and you. I have pictures of me with everyone else and our group ones, but not any of just us. But we don't have to.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the booth. “Let’s go.” I plopped down on the hard seat and fixed my hair, smiling a bit to myself. Kino fed the machine a 5 dollar bill and clicked through some options. “What should the first pose be?”

“Sexy! Always.” I replied. Kino got a little closer to me so we were both in the frame. He bit his lip and entangled his fingers in his hair while I winked and showed off my boobs. The flash went off and we only had a few seconds to readjust.

“Aegyo!”

Kino scrunched up his nose and put up two peace signs while I puffed out my cheeks and poked them. The flash went off again and we couldn't help but laugh when we caught a preview of our aegyo picture. We looked so dumb. I didnt even notice when the third flash went off, capturing us mid-laugh.

“Shit! We messed up! Now we only have one left. what should we do?” I asked frantically as the timer wound down.

I looked at Kino for a second before he pulled me close to him and kissed me. His hands held my jaw gently and his lips were nothing but warm caresses. My fingers curled against his jacket as my stomach released a fury of butterflies. I heard the sound of our photos printing and Kino pulled away slowly. “We should get those.”

“Hmm?” I still wanted to be wrapped up in his kiss and didn't care about the photos now. He chuckled.

“C'mon, loser. I have to beat your ass at another game before we get wings!” He stepped out and sprinted off somewhere again, leaving me to gather the strip of photos. I looked over them again, laughing at our silliness until I saw the bottom photo. Surrounding Kino and I was a frame of little pink hearts with a little cupid in the corner. I bit my lip as i stared at our lips together, the way his hand rested against me, the way i held onto him so tightly… my whole body felt warm and even though I kept trying to clear my head those feelings wouldn't go away.

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Kino and I stepped out of the arcade later on in the evening. He was holding the giant teddy bear I won him while I had on the crappy glitter bracelet he won me. A sprinkling of rain had overcome the parking lot and it looked like it was only going to get worse. “Shit, let's go before it starts pouring.” I said.

Kino nodded and we shuffled to my car. He tossed the bear into the trunk before we hurried into our seats. Our ride back was quieter, our energy mostly spent at running around and playing dancing games at least 40 more times. When I pulled into the student parking lot the drizzling outside had turned into a torrential downpour and I didn’t have an umbrella. I groaned and sat back in my seat. Being soaked was not on my list of things to do today. Kino rolled his head to look at me. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to get out?”

“Kino it's pouring! And we have to walk all the way to my dorm! We're gonna get soaked.”

“It's just rain. We'll be fine.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can go out and catch a cold, i won't.”

“Fine, maybe if we wait it'll calm down a bit.”

I glared at the rain splattering around my windshield, angry that it was ruining my time with Kino. He had turned back away from me, his head pressed against the window, eyes closed. His slender fingers drummed lazily on his knee and i watched the metal rings on his fingers catch the light of the streetlamp above my car. I don't know what it was but his hands were so attractive? Is that even a thing? Every single time they were touching me today I felt my entire body shudder. The drumming stopped and instead his fingers spread across his thigh. My eyes trailed a little higher towards his-

“You’re staring again, creep.”

I jumped up, startled at his words. I tried to say something but I could only stutter as heat rose to the tips of my ears. “ I-I was not!”

He turned and faced me. “You’ve been staring at me all day. What’s your deal? If you want to fuck just tell me.”

I rolled my eyes. “It was so much better when you weren't annoying today. I actually had a nice time with you.”

“I wouldn't be me if i didn't tease you a bit….but i had a nice time too.” He shifted a bit in the seat. “I want to do it again, if that's ok?”

“Y-yeah?”

He nodded. “We can go to the movies or something. A nice dark room in public. You love public places.” He smirked. I sighed and ignored him for for now, turning my attention back to the rain. The temperature had dropped quickly as the sun went down and the weather wasn’t really helping. A chill was starting to creep into my car. I hadn’t brought a jacket since the day started out fairly warm. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” I lied.

He stood up and maneuvered himself into the backseat. “Alright well, I’ll be back here taking a nap and you can wake me up when you want to get out.”

I watched him through the rearview mirror as he spread out as much as he could in the confined space. He closed his eyes and placed his arm behind his head, adjusting himself every few seconds until he settled in a comfortable position. The rain still hadn’t slowed down and it felt like we were trapped. I switched on a playlist from my spotify so it wasn’t as awkwardly quiet between us. The minutes ticked on and I almost contemplated running out in this rain just to leave the car. But the prospect of being drenched while I was shivering still didn’t sound all that thrilling. I sighed and climbed into the backseat, whacking my head on the roof and practically falling onto Kino. “Shit! Fuck…”

Kino caught me, jumping up instantly when i fell on him. “Christ! Why are you such a klutz?”

“It’s hard moving in this car!” I yelled as I rubbed the back of my head. I plopped down between his legs and adjusted myself on top of him, my head laying on his chest. I felt him tense for a moment then relax under me. He settled his arm around my shoulder and shifted slightly.

“You still cold?”

I nodded and played with the lapel of his jacket. I wanted to tell him that i loved the way he helped me kill zombies, or how cute he looked when i beat him at table hockey, and that i really loved the shitty glitter bracelet we won me with his 20 tickets but i was too much of a chicken to even let him know that. I looked at him and his eyes remained closed, completely relaxed with a steady breath. Now that I was closer I could smell the musky sweetness of his cologne. It was lulling me me into into a steady comfort. I had never really spent time with him like this before. We barely touched after fucking. Sometimes, if i even stayed in his dorm, we would just sleep side by side and he’d remain closer to the wall as if he was allergic to me. But this was nice.

His hand came to rest on top of mine, his index finger tapping to the beat of the song that started playing. I lifted my head and watched as his lips effortlessly wrapped around the notes, my heart filling with the sweet sound of his voice. I had never heard him sing before. We had only ever had dance classes together since that was our majors. I pushed his hair back gently and his eyes opened. “You sound...amazing.” I whispered.

He licked his lips slowly and chuckled softly. “Thanks...i just really like this song.”

“I’ve never heard you sing before. I didn’t know you could.”

“I write and compose songs all the time. I just…” He shrugged and looked away. “Think I’m better at dancing.”

“I know what you mean.” I chewed at my lip a bit. “I-i don’t like the way I sound when i sing either.” I looked away from him, returning my face to the nook between his neck and shoulder.

“You don’t sing, you rap that’s different.” He said. “...Or do you mean you can-?”

“Hui says I can but i still think that sound like a dying cat.”

“If Hui says you’re good then you must be amazing. He’s basically the best singer along with Jinho.”

“Don’t ask me to sing for you because that’s not happening. I hate singing for people.”

Kino sat up, moving me with him. I had have expected him to tease and force me to sing but he leaned in closer, angling his head so that our lips were only centimeters apart. Now i thought that he was just going to land a kiss but instead he resumed his soft singing, the notes whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and drank in the steadiness of his voice. My hands slid up his chest towards his neck where I rubbed the shaved nape of his neck. He responded by cupping his hands around my waist, holding me tightly. “Hyunggu…” I whispered.

He pressed his forehead to mine and I connected our lips. I kissed him slowly, our body heat finally putting a bit of warmth in the car. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth, dancing against mine and pulling a small whimper out of me. He smiled against my lips. “What was that?”

I hid my face in my hands. “Be quiet.”

“Oh, you’re really gonna be shy? Around me? Really?” He pulled my hands away and kissed me again. I leaned back in the seat, pulling him down on top of me. His hands slipped under my skirt and caressed my hip and thigh, pulling my leg around him so he could nestle between them. I don’t know why I felt a little shy. Maybe it was because he let me hear him sing...a certain air of vulnerability between us? Or maybe it was just the way he looked today. You would think I was a teenager with a crush. Whatever it was, it was slipping inside me with every kiss and pooling within the pit of my stomach. I could feel his jeans pressed against my center and my hips dipped into his. “You should’ve just told me this was what you wanted…” He cooed against my ear.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I was still thinking about what you said. About me putting out on the first date.”

He kissed at my neck, gentle presses of his full lips on my jugular. “This isn’t a date remember? If you want something all you have to do is ask. And i also said I was sorry.” His right hand slid over my shoulder, down to my breasts, over my stomach, and under my skirt where his fingers danced across my panties. I nudged my hips up to meet his hand so he could cup me fully.

“Make me feel good. That’s what I want, Hyunggu.”

He licked his lips and nodded, barely saying a word as he busied his mouth with kisses across my neck and collarbone while his fingers moved under the lace fabric. His slender fingers stroked the length of my folds, the coolness of his metal rings against my skin made me gasp. My body shuddered as my thighs tried to keep shut.

“What’s wrong?”

I swallowed hard. “Y-you’re rings are c-cold…”

“Oh. Sorry, I’ll take them off.” I gripped his wrist before he could pull his hand away and pressed my entrance onto his fingers.

“Don’t you dare.” I moaned. “Keep going.”

He clicked his tongue and kept his fingers pressed inside me. “You never cease to amaze me.” His free hand gripped mine tightly, our palms pressed together, fingers hugged tight against each other. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to spread my legs wider but my car was so small it was hard to move around. I groaned, a mix of frustration and pleasure. I wanted him deeper inside me and it was driving me insane.

“K-Kino…” I opened my eyes and found that he had been looking down at me, a small smirk across his lips. “W-what…?”

“Nothing. You just look good.” He shrugged and slowed his thrusts. “Your car is really small.”

“Yah, ya think?” I sighed and sat up. “Do you just want to go inside?.”

“No. Not at all.” He pulled me up from the seat and bent me over the center console. I gasped as i almost fell into the front seats, bracing my hands near the gear shift. Just as I was about to yell at him, I felt Kino’s warm tongue on my center. “F-fuck, Kino don’t do that.”

He ignored me and continued small licks to my folds, letting out a soft moan in between. My breath hitched as I gripped the sides of the seat. His hands rubbed the swell of my ass until he grabbed my panties and yanked them down. He went back to work, kissing my pussy lips slowly while flicking his tongue against my entrance. His hands gripped and kneaded at my cheeks and thighs, his fingernails digging in ever so slightly. “Y-you’re not gonna let me out of this car, are you?” I asked in a breathy moan. I felt him shake his head while his tongue was still inside me. I nudged my legs apart a little bit more and rocked my hips back against him. His name became written in the visible puffs of breaths I exhaled as i desperately wished for him to touch me more.

As if he read my mind his hands moved around my thighs and down my calves, every ridge of his rings sliding over my skin like a newfound sin. My legs buckled when his hands came back to my upper thighs. He stroked the length of my slit slowly with the underside of his fingers before he nudged the design of his larger square ring on his index finger against my clit. I gasped loudly as my nails dug into the seats a wave of pleasure becoming a dangerous tsunami. He rocked his finger against me again, slow and torturous until I was screaming his name and begging to cum. My body was shuddering when he yanked me back onto his lap. I immediately felt his cock underneath me. “So, this is what you’ve been wanting, huh? I didn’t know you’d like these that much.” He held his hand up in front of me and i could see the silver glistening with my cum through the light from the street lamp above. “What about this one?” He pulled the textured metal band off his thumb and switched it to his middle finger. “How loud can you scream for this one?”

I tried to squirm away from him, afraid of the shit that was going to come out of my mouth as soon as his hands got near me, but he pulled my legs open and propped my feet on the headrests in front of us. I was panting hard, my back against his chest so I could feel his heart beating as fast as mine. I was spread open for him and he had enough access to slide the band through my folds. Every pass of the textured metal seemed to hit all my nerves that were bursting with excitement. “Kino...fuck...God. Please don’t tease me. Please…” I mewled.

His unoccupied hand slid under my crop top and yanked my bralette to the side. His had smaller, simpler bands on this hand but they still elicited that same thrill against my skin as the others. He was making small windshield wiper strokes across my nipple, making it bud to the surface. I could feel his breath across my neck before his swiped his tongue across my jugular. His teeth wrapped around the sensitive skin and pulled blood to the surface in a gaping mark just below my jawline. It was a spot that always made me go crazy, especially when Kino was the one teasing it. My hands were grasping for anything to stabilize myself and ending up twisting in Kino’s hair, yanking his head back hard.

He growled and released the hold his teeth had on my neck. “Ow! You fucker.” My eyes rolled over to him and i saw the dangerous smirk cross his mouth. “Do it again.”

I swallowed hard and pulled on his hair again. “Be a good boy for me, Kino.”

The sound he made was almost inhuman and made every hair on my body stand on end. I could feel his cock throbbing against my ass eagerly awaiting freedom from the confines of his jeans. “Is all that for me?” I asked in a teasing tone. He wasn’t going to be the only one going crazy in this car. “Are you gonna cum inside me, baby?”

I felt him tense beneath me, his dark eyes questioning every word I had said. I leaned in closer and pressed my words into his neck. “You are going to cum inside me Kino. I can’t wait to be so fuckin’ full with your hot...thick-” I gasped as he grabbed me by my shirt and slammed our lips together. His tongue was vicious, teeth painfully tugging at my bottom lip while his fingers dove deep inside me. His rings were pressing against my entrance, occasionally entering me as he forced his fingers knuckle deep. I could only swallow back my screams of pleasure as my hips snapped up harshly to plunge him deeper into me. Kino wouldn’t even let me pull away to breathe. Every moment was filled with him taking over my mouth and pussy. My nails were embedded deep in his scalp, my body shuddering violently as it begged for my orgasm to overflow. My back arched high as i felt his fingers curl deep inside me. My mind was screaming YES!YES!YES! as I tiptoed closer to the edge. But all of that was gone in an instant.

Kino pulled away from me completely leaving me breathless and pissed off. My legs fell from their propped up position, tingling like they were filled with pins and needles. “Get up.” He commanded. I growled and hauled myself up within the confined space. He worked himself out of his jacket and shirt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down around his ankles. My eyes immediately fell to his cock that was now laying on his stomach, finally freed. He adjusted himself in the seat, spreading his legs a little wider before he gripped his shaft. I watched the rings slide across his skin, the metal clicking together ever so slightly. That simple sound triggered something inside me and if that wasn’t bad enough Kino let out a deep low moan. His head fell back against the backseat as he jerked himself a little faster. My cum that was still on his fingers mixed with the bit of precum spilling from his slit as he twisted his hand over his sensitive tip. I couldn’t wait anymore. If i did i was going to go crazy.

I pulled away my shirt and bra before climbing onto him. He looked up at me, our eyes locking as I sunk down onto him slowly. “Ohh fuck…” He groaned.

I bounced slowly, even though i wanted to fuck him into oblivion, teasing him as payback was going to make my orgasm that much sweeter. Inch by inch i felt him sliding in and out of me, our hips kissing every time i settled him in all the way. His brows were furrowed, lips frozen in a permanent moan. His hands were placed on either side of my ass keeping a firm hold of my cheeks as if he was trying to hold himself together. The windows misted with the fog of our breaths intermingling. He pulled me for another kiss, slowing down his pace a bit. His thrusts were starting to meet my bounces, matching the way his tongue caressed mine. Going slow was supposed to be torture for him yet...it made everything even hotter. We eased into a steady rhythm of grinding, his hips snapping up to meet mine in a harsh thrust. He was coaxing every feeling out of me in just one night and my mind could barely wrap around any of it. His kisses made their way down to my breasts and he captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

I held him tight to my chest, pulling at his hair when he pressed against my spot. He was filling me completely and it was as if my fantasy from last night was coming true. I was shivering in the stillness of the air but Kino’s hands kept exploring, grabbing, and rubbing wherever he pleased, warming me a little bit at a time. His mouth continued to work across my chest, leaving small hickies in hidden areas that only i could look at later. He was normally one for aggressively marking up in the most visible of places but these...looking back at these would help me think back to this moment with him. My body convulsed when i felt his ring covered fingers spread across the small of my back, the other hand crawling up my chest to drum its fingers across my throat. The grip came slowly at first, testing the water and my reaction. Of course, i fell into it easily, loving the way the metal clung to my skin, pressing into it like a branding, hot and stinging.

“Good boy…” The compliment fell into a rasp as his hand seized tight at my words. My eyes fell shut and it was like all I could hear were our moans mixing and the soft music still playing on my phone.The song seemed to be connected with our own tempo; a nice harshness mixed with a tender pace.

Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send

I could feel him throbbing inside me. He was coming undone but the look in his eyes screamed for my pleasure. He yearned for it just as badly as i yearned for his. My walls were keeping him trapped, flexing around his swollen cock begging for his cum. He landed a bite to my rib cage and i could barely squeeze out his name through the hold he had on my throat. My hand slammed against the fogged up windows, leaving streaks behind as my orgasm hit me hard. I clung to him, my nails making deep scratches between his shoulder blades when i at last felt his heat spread inside me. The sound he made had me riding another wave of ecstasy, extending my orgasm to another degree.

He fell back against the seat, his teeth chattering as our body heat wasn't enough to keep us warm any longer. The beads of sweat across his forehead felt like ice on his skin. I pressed myself to him trying to share what little bit of warmth we had left. It was a stupid idea to remove what clothes we had on just to get a bit more pleasure. It was mostly worth it though. Kino grabbed his jacket from the seat and wrapped it around me. “Here, you need this more than i do.”

I pulled my hands through the sleeves and adjusted the form fitting jacket around my breasts. His eyes trailed across my torso and he grabbed my face, pulling me in for another kiss. His fingers on either side of my face had me feeling so comforted as our lips mated into a slow rhythm.

Beauty I've always missed With these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say any more

Our foreheads pressed together as we separated for the last time. “I want you in bed with me.” i whispered.

He nodded and pushed me off him gently so he could pull up his pants and put his shirt on. With his cock no longer inside me i could feel his cum start to drip down my thighs. I tried to hold it in as best as i could, wanting to keep it there but it was no use. “I’ll give you more later, I promise.” He kissed the back of my hand before opening the door and sliding out. The rain drenched him instantly but he held his hand out for me to grab. I zipped his jacket up and took his hand cursing as the drops felt like icicles impaling me. I grabbed my purse and my phone, locking my car before we ran out into the night. The short run to my dorm made us look like we had gone through a hurricane. Kino was visibly shaking at this point and I rushed to try and get my key to swipe through the door lock. I finally managed to get us in and we shuffled to the elevator, leaving splatters of water across the tile. I looked over at him and felt so bad. His hair was dripping on his face and his body looked so small with his shirt clinging to him like that. I pulled him close to me which he accepted even though I’m sure the leather jacket wasn’t doing much to help.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little as we got to my floor. “We look like Jack and Rose.”

“Y-yeah. Just throw me o-off the door then.” He said through his chattering teeth. I pulled him along to my room and opened the door immediately turning up the heat. I helped him pull his clothes off and grabbed my towel to dry him off first. I pushed his hair back and guided him to the bed giving him a quick kiss before he slipped in.

“Get under the covers, baby.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled every blanket i had over him slowly easing his shivering down. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and dried off, tying my hair up before shutting off the light and retreating to the bed. Kino unwrapped himself from the blanket burrito and beckoned me to join him. I eased in and laid down. He pulled himself on top of me, settling between my legs and enveloping us in the building warmth. I kissed his forehead and pushed his hair back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

“Stay with me Hyunggu…”

He nodded against my shoulder, eyes falling closed as his hips rolled against my center. “Always…”

Cause I love you Yes I love you Oh how I love you Oh how I love you

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sunset-wishes-upon-hill · 7 years ago

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The End of Eternity (Jessica Stanley’s death)

A/N: I’m sorry for being inactive here but I had to go on a 12 hours flight on 10th to Korea, pick up my cousin then do another 12 hours back to UK on 12th and I’m really tired so until I slowly recover from fatigue, please understand I might not be responsive as fast as I wish. Thank you. I hope you enjoy this heavy chapter.

In Forks, novelty was a strange affair. Nothing seemed to change much – the people, the weather. Everything seemed on stand-by like steady beat of metronome, an undisturbed surface of water; waiting for that momentum to trigger the Newton’s cradle into motion.

Click.

Maybe people liked it: the familiar, auguring re-run of yesterday than obscuring uncertainty. The comfort of knowing was especially enticing.

Jessica woke up this morning to another rainy day. Her phone ‘ting-ed’ with a notification of a text from Amy: ‘Hey, Lauren can’t make it :( can you come instead? I’m waiting in front of your house.

She along with Amy and Lauren had decided to go on a road trip to Seattle for two nights until Jessica backed out the last night, wanting to stay home. Jessica looked out the window, seeing the small white car, parked by the curb.

Beeeeep

Jessica quickly washed, dressed and gulped down a glass of coffee, intending to grab something to eat in the rest stops between the journeys. She said goodbyes to her parents and her dog and cat before getting in the car.

..che..che..

Amy grinned excitedly and turned the radio up high, then they’re off. The road was wet and it was still raining, gently hitting the windshield with rhythmic pitter-patter. The combined sound of the rain and windshield wipers forms some sort of odd lullaby and she leaned her head against the car window, gazing at the scenery zipping by – a tableau of forest green, wispy strands of fog clinging to the ground and heavy grey storm clouds up above. The window fogged up and Jessica closed her eyes, concentrating on the notes of the rain, wipers and song playing in the background.

I’m kinda glad I decide to come..

A large white truck emerged from the intersection in frightening speed clearly above the 30mph speed limit. An ear-screeching skid. Desperate honks. Someone screaming.

Jessica slowly opened her eyes–

The ten-ton box truck ploughed into the passenger side with enough force to deploy their airbags, her head smashed to the side window she had been leaning against. The doors tore off and sent her seat toward the driver’s side. The truck propelled the chassis into the air, jouncing across the road and slashed the engine apart as though one was swishing the cobwebs with a duster. The small Chevrolet spark was demolished, the truck slammed into the tree across. Wheels and hubcaps rolled and collapsed onto the road where the car once was. Specks of sparked gas tanks formed tiny candles and lapped at the wet road.

Pop

Crackle

The radio from Amy’s car was still playing a song, broadcasting into the tranquil forest road.

Jessica Stanley was pronounced dead on arrival. The truck has crushed her tiny body with its front two wheels. The paramedics predicted it would have been a swish and immediate death with little pain. Her body has been left in horrendous condition. They found Amy breathing but unresponsive and she was immediately sent to the ICU where she had yet to gain consciousness. The CT scan showed her brain had little activity. The truck driver, who was overworked and sleep deprived and did not see the small car in the fog, survived and was taken into custody.

Carlisle, in his ER shift, was one of few doctors that greeted her dead body. He had let out a chocked cry as black bag was unzipped to reveal Jessica’s eviscerated body, body hunched over the cold, silver table.

Her family was contacted. Her mother fainted on the hospital corridor. Her father let out a screeching wail as he confirmed his little girl’s body through a photograph in a sitting room, an image that was forever burned into his brain. It wasn’t her face that would haunt him to his grave. No, the photograph was done tastefully, showing only the necessary identifiers. Her birthmark beside her belly button, a scar beneath her chin when she had fallen over from a bike at five and a necklace carved with the name Jessica he had given her for her 18th birthday. It was her skin. Her usual warm skin was now grey and cold, almost hard looking as though someone copied his daughter’s marks on a mannequin. The doctor had said they could not show him her face and he knew why: ‘Remember your daughter the way she was when she left this morning.’

Soon after, Bella, Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Angela, Mike, Tylor along with other members of the family, came rushing into the hospital. The humans’ face had sickly patches of white undertone in them as though they were going to be sick any moment. Angela and Bella began crying; leaning on each other for support while Alice let out a dry choke, angered and shamed at her blindness toward what could have been avoidable.

Jessica was never supposed to have gone. She was supposed to have stayed home. How? Why?

Rosalie had never looked so sad as she was now. Emmett pulled her into a tight embrace. The boys were silent. Mike slid down to the cold hospital tile, eyes afar and expression blank while Tylor erupted into whining sobs. Angela pulled him close. Edward slowly walked toward Carlisle, who stood afar with shaken Esme, both unspeaking.

“W..what happened?” Edward managed out.

“There was a car accident,” Carlisle slowly explained, his voice faltering the usual professionalism he managed during his work hours, “..The truck driver fallen asleep on the wheel and..crashed into their car.” He trailed off, unable to continue.

Edward gulped, “H-have they been informed?”

“I gave them the call just a moment ago.” Carlisle revealed, “They’re..they’re coming here right now.”

Edward’s gaze espied to the ICU where the truck driver was being treated, “You know they’re not going to let that driver live.”

“Yes.”

“And the driver won’t be the only one in danger right now.” Edward muttered fearfully, “They are going to massacre the whole hospital. The whole town…us.”

Carlisle did not reply. His eyes darting from side to side, troubled before clenching it shut.

“We have two hours.” Carlisle finalised, “I’ll greet them first.”

There was nothing more dangerous, more frightening, more tragic than the loss of love.

Forks were a town where things seem ever so unchanging, mundane. The people, the weather.

Until the day of incident that had claimed two young lives and more tragedies occurred afterwards. Amy never woke up from her coma. The truck driver mysteriously disappeared that night along with Jessica Stanley’s body. The truck driver’s family was found torn to shred in their home few days after the neighbour complained of foul smell coming from the house. They found his wife and two small children, two and five, mutilated beyond recognition. The police suspected a member of Jessica’s family but their alibis were confirmed. Her mother had been with a grief counsellor at that time. Her father at work with colleagues and clients. Her aunt at the hospital. Her uncle with a friend.

Times goes on. With or without Jessica Stanley. The seat that had been Jessica Stanley was taken up by another exchange student from Seattle. Lauren Mallory’s clique gained two new members; Angela, Tyler and Mike were slowly and gradually learning to move on in loving memory of Jessica and Amy. Bella and the Cullens’, however, hadn’t been so adaptive as others. The emptiness of her existence was still being felt. Her death still lingered and clung on like the fog on the day of the accident yet it will never impact them the way it did to them.

Italy, Volterra, down the dark, deep corner of the tall castle on the hill was a small room. In the centre of the room was a large open glass coffin, filled with thick light yellow hued liquid. Submerged inside was the missing body of Jessica Stanley, partially restored. A right side of her skull was missing; her face slightly spiralled and twisted and her mangled body hidden by the long black dress. In odd, Frankenstein-ish way, she looked monstrously beautiful and serene; a funny, mix-matched puzzles of veins and flesh and bones.

The three vampires never did recover. They were frozen in time. Frozen on that day. Caius’ greatest fear came to life – became one thing he constantly mocked and snubbed. Now there were two sets of statues on the throne. Demetri’s usual flamboyance and charming demeanour dampened into callousness and dour; Alec became more withdrawn and almost ill-tempered resembling of his sister. He had become more impulsive and short-fused. Jane had now moulded into her role as an older sister. She wished the old Alec back.

Things were difficult for Aro now. His balance of power and political maneuvering has completely tipped to one side. Marcus apathy was useful when confront against Caius’ zeal for punishment and justice and gave Aro the chance to play the neutral ground to sway the judgements to his bearings. This often gave the defendant the mirage the hearing they received was good and fair. It had worked for millenniums and there were little chances this modus operandi could fail.

But now, Aro was in a problematic position. His position was now being threatened – his strategically placed chess pieces were now, one by one, eaten away.

“You taught me once again how fragile human life is. And how utterly destructive love could be.” Aro muttered. He hadn’t had a good company to confer with for some times.

And so he comes here. To this room, where the dead girl laid. He imagines what she’d say. Her little, idealistic orate to his sentimental pessimism. Her willing hand in his. Memories and thoughts shared and taken. Her stubborn clinginess to fragile mortality.

“Do you regret it?” He asked, even knowing the answer he’d receive would be nothing but silence.

It was his newly conceived wonder he will never know for all he lived and he had quite few, most had unravelled with time. This will not.

“Would you have become a vampire had you known?” He leaned against the long rectangular glass, above where her face was.

“I wonder why I feel that, even then, you’d still have hesitated.” Aro hummed, “I wonder which was stronger, your love for life..or your love for love.”

Aro did not have many regrets. Nor did he dwell on them for too long. But Jessica Stanley was one of two regrets that would haunt him for eternity.

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betweenthefallandforever · 7 years ago

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Waffle House Opera

The brightly lit waffle trap was a beacon of America’s mighty failures on that starry-skied morning. I was a bit too early for the early bird special, but just in time for the tweaker freak show. Already feeling hung over from my trip down memory lane with alcoholics unanimous, I gripped my glass of watertight and downed the rusty pipe sweat eagerly. The taste made my stomach cringe and the aforementioned freak show was spooling fast; taking its first swing at the night manager’s patience. ” I know the bathroom is usually reserved for customers only Padre but my ol’ lady has the runs see. Would you mind giving us a few minutes, she has a condition see.” The man waved his arms as if he were trying to flag someone down. The night manager gawked, and then hesitated. "Sir, you can use the restroom. If you’d like some coffee while you wait for your wife, it’s only $1.05." …I silently applauded the man’s grace while I appraised my meal that was on its way. It was being carried by an annoyed flash of a woman. She nearly threw my plate on the table, muttered something I supposed was the usual "Can I get you anything else?" type of gesture, but darted off before a reply could be even considered. I didn’t mind, the show was on. “I don’t have any cash see, but if you could spot me a few I’d be sure to get you back. My ol’ lady and I are actually a might hard up, we were on our way to the hospital ‘cause of her condition and all. We runt outta gas for we could even get there! Come to find out her mother is there as well! Can you figure that? What a night I’m having! “The man twisted around in a Michael Jacksonesque fashion and proclaimed his frustration with a howling "FUCK!" at the ceiling. Eggs nearly shot out of my nose. The manager wasn’t as amused. "Okay Sir, I think it’s about time you go check on your wife. I'm sorry about your situation, but this is a family establishment. I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If your wife needs medical assistance, I’d be happy to call an ambulance." Mr. Jet fuel didn’t bat an eye. "You’re probably right Pedro. I better go on and check on that cunt. For all I know she’s jobbing’ one of your bus boys in there.” He waived his finger toward the bathroom comically as his loose sleeves fell back; revealing tracked marked lightning bolts ornate with an oozing filigree of staph infection. By this time the kitchen staff had joined the audience. Once he was inside the restroom, the night manager began weighing his options. His hand sat over the phone, lip curled onto his bottom teeth as if trying to hide. I’m guessing the rest of him wanted to as well. But, before the saucer-eyed night manager could make a decision; Speedy Gon-Adolf appeared out of the lady’s room with a foamy-mouthed rag doll; a needle blooming out of the rose on the inside of her elbow. Her eyes were wandering and empty, twitching softly along with the abrupt cadence of a withered body. No longer in the mood for breakfast, I pushed my plate away and reached for my wallet. The manager's hand swept the phone of the hook so fast that the dial pad turned over, he recovered it with the opposite and began dialing frantically. "Hold it right there Jose! I got this handled! We don't need no lawman coming in here and wrecking these fine people's morning, do we?" A shining, recently polished and obviously stolen Colt 1911 appeared out of the man's waistline. "Hang up the phone! DO IT!" The manager clenched his jaw and accepted his lack of freedom to make any other decision. Speedy hastily ripped phone from the Host desk and exclaimed to the rest of the restaurant "Any of you Fuckers even think of making a move, picking up a cell, or running for the door, I have a .45 that'll be happy to take you to Hell!" The manager, stiffened and stuttered quietly, tried to control the situation the best he could, offering his assistance and promising that no one would call the police, he only wanted to help his wife. "This ain't really my wife you reject, just some whore I picked up along the way. She look like the marrying type to you?" He pointed the barrel at her feet. "But I ain't gonna have her die on me either. “YOU! Yeah, you!" Somehow the attention had suddenly crashed its way to my direction. "Look, you seem like a nice kid, trustworthy even. Not like the rest of these cockless monkeys in this heap. You do me a favor, and I won't rob you like the rest of'em...even give you a ride if you need it." He smiled. The shitbag was actually smiling. I hesitated, confused and shaken by the barrel now sneering in my direction. "Uh, yeah man. What do you need me to do?" I slowly started sliding my way out of the booth, my hands above my shoulders, palms open. "Just get your ass over here, give me your phone." He slid his hands into his pockets and handed me his keys. "There's a shot of adrenaline in my car, if this bitch's heart stops we'll bury her, but I NEED that shot. But if you try anything funny, steal my ride, or try and get the cops. I'll kill all these damn people, and then come lookin' for you. Got me?!" His eyes seemed focused now, realizing, at least somewhat the corner he had put himself in. "I got you man, don't worry, no need to get excited. Which car is yours?" He seemed to think I was like him, maybe because I was white, had tattoos. I spoke as casually as I could, hoping he would trust me, and not shoot anyone, or me. "It's the shit-hot red GTO around back, the adrenaline is in the glove compartment." The barrel, cold against my forehead trembled, I prayed it wouldn't erupt. "If you EVEN THINK about stealing my baby, I have your phone, remember that. I'll kill your ol' lady, your kids, and your fuckin' mama! Don't mess with me kid!" His bloodshot eyes burned with truth. "Easy man, easy. I don't have any problem helping' you out brother. Let’s just get this shit over with before some cop shows up for breakfast and we end up at the farm, alright?" My words seemed to give him some sense of reassurance; like he had found a partner in crime. "Hurry up." I took his cue and walked out of the double doors, rounded the corner toward the back of the restaurant. My truck, just out of view of the last window on the side of the building was waiting. I could run, the idiot didn't even think to ask for my keys. I could go, right now and call the cops at the gas station just down the deserted road. No. That guy will really shoot someone. "I can't live with that". Instead, I listened for a moment, heard him screaming at customers to place their phones and wallets on their tables. He's pretty busy, I took the chance to make it to my truck, quickly opened the door and retrieved my 9mm out of the driver's side door and pulled back the slide. I shoved the conceal carry holster into my waistband and pulled my shirt down over, and shivered. On my way to the GTO I heard a scream. I pulled my gun out and reeled my head around, to see a couple fighting in the parking lot across the street. "Calm down dude, you're going to get yourself killed." I put my gun away and unlocked the car. The nearly mint Pontiac was littered with beer cans and fast food wrappers. This guy had either been on the road a long time, or had been living in it. I opened the glove box, retrieved the vial labeled "Adrenaline" and a syringe that looked unused. I had seen this done in movies; he was going to have to shove this needle into that woman's heart! Is that really how it's done? I shook the thought off and started back toward the double doors; mentally hyperventilating. When I got to the doorway, most of the people had found their way onto the floor with their fingers interlaced on the back of their heads. He seemed a bit steadier. But, I knew if I made the wrong move it would be the end of me. “Alright, bud. What’s the plan?” I extended my hand out to him, syringe and vial soaked with sweat in my palm. “First. Have you ever shot up before?” He leered at me as if he thought he knew I had. I’d had some training as an EMT serving as a volunteer Fireman while going to school in Washing State. But, I’d never been in any sort of situation like this. This woman needed a Paramedic. Now. I knew that I couldn’t tell him where I had gotten the little knowledge I had. I still needed his trust. So I lied. “Yeah. A few times, when I was like 17”. “Well, it’s time to jump back on the bike, kid. Fill that bitch up to about 15cc, and let’s see what happens.” His chuckle made the hairs on my arms rise up as if they were going to run from the gunfire that was sure to come if I said no. “Fuck.” I tore open the syringe wrapper and uncapped the needle. “There you go kid, just made it quick. We’ve got 500 horses of ‘Merican muscle waiting to spring us from this clusterfuck. Let’s just get this done, and we can go somewhere and have a laugh. Beers on me.” I tried my best to ignore him as I inserted the needle into the vial and drew out the clear liquid. Is it too much? Too little? I don’t know. What the fuck is gonna happen? Should I be doing this? I filled it a little over 15cc and hit the plunger until it met what I hoped to be the correct amount. There’s no air in the syringe. Check. “Okay kid. Just jab that shit in her thigh, and stand back. She bites.” He reeled around with his gun and checked his corners. Making sure no one was trying to alert the police or find a way out. I took a deep breath, walked over to the girl. She was in the fetal position. Barely breathing. The thigh. I realized that it was as good of a place as any. And, the thought I had about the scene in the movie was just my mind reeling. Trying to escape. This will work. It has to. I pulled her shorts up, just a bit. And with one, swift motion I injected the needle and hammered down on the plunger. Waited.

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punsandtofu · 6 years ago

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Road to Recovery (Compiled RP)

punsandtofu: “Ooooogggg…” Beast Boy let out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos… Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…” The words resonated round in her mind like clockwork. With each chant, her body grew lighter and lighter as she felt herself drift from the world and into a state of ease. It had taken the better part of the first two hours for her to become calm again, and now she was well into the third. When she’d started, having come straight to her room from the med bay, there was a torrent of questions and concerns spiralling within her. He’ll be okay, she had told herself, over and over, until a fragment of the statement had begun to finally sink in. Breathe. In. Out. You’ve all gotten through worse than this. Much worse. It’s an injury, and we have the best medical facilities and health expert at hand. He’ll be okay. He has to be. Amidst her internal monologue, she remembered the conversation she’d had with the masked man who had stopped her in the corridor on her way from the bay to her room.“How is he?” he’d asked, a hand touching her arm. “He’s unconscious,” she returned. “But Cyborg says he’ll be okay. He has a collapsed lung.” She spoke matter-of-factly, but despite the placidity of her voice her leader could see the worry in her eyes. “I’m on my way there now. Aren’t you gonna stay?” “No. I need to meditate.” She had begun to walk away, when he stopped her again. “Where were you two?” She stopped and turned with a curious look. “Before the battle, I mean. When the alarm went off, you weren’t in the tower, so I checked your communicators.” He spoke cautiously. “You were both located in the same spot, thirty feet from the first attack.” She eyed him for a moment, summoning the right words. “… We… bumped into each other in the city. I’d been at my café, he’d been wherever he goes. I was on my way back and… yeah.” “Ah. Right.” His response was slower than usual. There was a pause. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” And she was gone. Dark brows furrowed at the memory. It got to her. The fact she felt she had to hide what had truly happened from Robin. Why? Couldn’t she just tell him she was having lunch at the bakery with Beast Boy? She’d have told him if it had been Cyborg, so why was this different? She should’ve just told him. But then… Of course, whether she cared to admit it or not, there was no need for these questions. She knew exactly why. Because if she’d told him – if she’d told any of them – conclusions would be made. Conclusions that… weren’t true. Of course. Her friends would suspect something was ‘going on’ between them. Because why else would Beast Boy and Raven go out together for the afternoon? Alone. Without telling anyone else. It couldn’t possibly be just a trip out between friends, no – there would have to be lines to read between. But if her friends looked, they’d find nothing between the lines. Because all it was was, in fact, a mere outing between friends. Which she didn’t want them to know about. Which she… enjoyed a lot. Which she looked forward to doing again… The lines suddenly seemed more complex in her head than they had been before… In her meditation, her forehead creased. Why was she even thinking so much on this? Why was she devoting so much time – meditation time, for that matter – with her mind on her green friend? Why— KNOCK KNOCK Raven’s eyes opened, her thoughts shaken by the unexpected sound. When she uncrossed her legs and headed for the door, she was indeed met with the owner of the distinct and cheery voice. “He’s awake?” she asked. “Yes! We are all elated and have taken turns to speak with him since his revival, so as not to overwhelm him. Please, you must now journey to the bay of meds and bestow him with your own presence!” It didn’t take much convincing for Raven to do as told, and before long she was knocking lightly on the infirmary door before stepping inside. “Hey…” punsandtofu: “Hey…” He smiled weakly at her. Though he was doing better than he was earlier, he was still in bad shape. He was sore and had some difficulty breathing, but was fighting through it. “Thanks for coming to see me… Just can’t get enough of me today, huh?” He attempted to chuckle, but it was more of a wheeze. azarathian: Her weight leaning to one hip, she offered him a critical look. Just woken up from an almost fatal injury and already poking fun. What else should she expect? Ignoring his comment, she walked towards his bed and looked down to him. “How are you feeling?” punsandtofu: “I feel like I was hit by a post box with enough force to collapse my lung.” He replied with a frown. He felt horrible. “Let’s just say I feel so bad… I can’t be dramatic about it…” azarathian: She mirrored his frown, sympathising with his suffering but also silently grateful for her healing abilities, without which he might still be out cold, and in much more pain once coming to. She took a lone chair placed at the side of the room and pulled it to his bedside before promptly sitting.

“You had us all worried.” punsandtofu: “You were worried about me?” He gave a weak smile. “That’s cute~” He tried to laugh once more, only managing a wheeze. “Don’t worry though… I know I look bad… but I’m sure I’ll be okay.” He kept the smile on his face, despite the pain. “I guess you were right… about the team caring about me… They all looked so relieved that I was okay…” His eyes welled up with tears, but he was too weak to blink them away. “Thank you… for caring so much… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” azarathian: A light flutter ran through her chest at his opening response, though she quelled it quickly. The girl hadn’t been expecting such an emotional reaction from the changeling; though, she reminded herself, the wound could have been fatal had they not acted hastily and urgently. It truly was a close call, and though certain members of the team had had similar close calls before, it was the first time something so sudden and severe had happened to her friend right before her eyes. She swallowed, hands limp in her lap as her eyes met his. “C’mon,” she said gently. “Don’t start crying, what would Cy say?” Her gaze softened as she voiced the joke, a sense of positivity returning to her. She felt it somewhat wrong for him to be speaking so seriously, and so chose to take his part by lightening the atmosphere, a ghost of a smirk only just in sight. punsandtofu: “I can’t help it.” The tears trickled down his face. “I’m just so happy… Don’t tell Cy… even though he almost cried too.” He wheezed a short laugh. “He told me I’m not gonna be able to do much for a while… Would you mind hanging out with me while I’m stuck? …I could use the company… and the calm.” azarathian: An understanding smile graced her complexion as she tilted her head a touch to the side. “What? You think we’re gonna leave you in here on your own? Don’t worry. We’ll all be spending time with you till you recover, or at least till you can move from bed to the couch and all those wires come off you,” she assured, eyes gesturing to the multiple machines his fragile body was hooked to. “Did he say how long it might take?” punsandtofu: The changeling wiped his eyes and smiled at her. “He thinks I’ll be hooked up for a few days… And all better in a few weeks… Call me crazy… but I think I’ll miss a few training sessions…” azarathian: The girl snorted softly. “Yeah. You are crazy,” she said. “But that’s not as bad as I thought. The important thing is that you get plenty of rest. It’ll help with the healing.” punsandtofu: “Like a fox… and every other animal.” His eyelids began to droop, but he attempted to keep his eyes open. “I don’t think I have any choice but to rest.” azarathian:

“Mm… I’m fine.. Don’t put the… car in the apple… husumuffa��” He trailed off into nonsense and gibberish as his eyes closed and he fell asleep. azarathian: THREE DAYS LATER One boot tapped impatiently against the tiled floor as she scanned the text in front of her, temples creased in concentration so as not to make a wrong move. Violet eyes flicked back and forth across the deck in her hands, turned tactfully away from the other’s range of view.

A dark brow twitched in annoyance at the move. This game was like 30% skill and 70% luck. Now, if they had been playing chess, however… Raven exhaled through her nose, looking over her set once again but finding nothing that could overthrow her competitor’s cheetah. And so, she had no choice but to relinquish her dignity and reach for the excess pile of cards in the middle, taking the first lying on top. Come on. As she turned it towards her, the scrunch of her face gave way to a sly smile. “Surrender,” she said cockily as she threw the card down, which read the word she’d just spoke. “So I’ll be taking your highest ranking mammal, thank you.” punsandtofu: “Aw, c’mon…” He sulked, sliding the cheetah to her side of the playing field.

“You may have my cheetah, but I’ve got an ace up my sleeve… Well, not really. That would be cheating and I’m not even wearing sleeves.” In order for him to heal more efficiently, Beast Boy went without his usual tight uniform shirt. azarathian: “Really?” she said, “You might wanna choose wisely. This cheetah could turn back on you any minute now.” The girl had the card held between her fingers, waving it back and forth like taunting a lion with a slab of meat. punsandtofu: “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were planning to lure my most powerful card out so you can take it.”

“Like that’s gonna happen.” azarathian:

“Just play the card.” punsandtofu:

“Uh. No. I’m not that dumb. You’re just gonna have to deal with a terrain change.” He laid down a swamp card. “Let’s see how strong your cheetah is when surrounded by swamp.” azarathian: His successes in the game so far were starting to get under her skin; she wasn’t used to losing, and certainly not to Beast Boy. She’d have to be prudent with how she continued from this point on. This was war, after all. As he placed down the card she leaned over the table that sat between her chair and his hospital bed to get a better look. It was another good move.

“Hm. Not bad,” she begrudgingly admitted. Scouring her deck, she tried to find a card that could thrive in swampy conditions. Her stare hooked onto the perfect thing. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to trump this in the environment at hand. “Alligator. Strength: 82. Nice try,” she said, leaning back in her seat, pleased. punsandtofu: “And it’s boosted by the swamp.” He sighed. “I guess I have to risk my most powerful card…”

He placed down his card. “Megalodon. Strength: 1,000.” Assuming Raven didn’t have an extinction card or something along those lines, his card will be able to defeat just about any card. azarathian: Her eyes swelled at the sight. It was just her luck that he’d have the only Megalodon card in his deck! It wasn’t just his most powerful card either, but the most powerful of all the cards. Nonetheless, there were two potential ways to defeat it; if the opposing player has either a dry terrain card (which would render the beast useless), or an extinction card (which made any extinct animal played irrelevant). Unfortunately for Raven, she had none of these in her deck. She tried to veil the worry in her expression, for she knew she was very close to defeat. Her only chance now was to pick a card from the main deck and pray it was one of the two she needed. And so, with a reluctant hand, she reached for the pile and once again picked the first one on the top.

Before lifting it to her face, she took a deep breath in, preparing herself for the worst. And in one swift, daring move, she looked at her fate. … Bunny. With a great sigh, Raven slumped in her chair, utterly defeated. “I’m out.” punsandtofu: “I won? I won! YE-” His celebrating was cut short by a hacking cough. “Shouting… bad idea…” He wheezed between coughs. He pounded his chest with his fist, yet another bad idea. “Ow… ow… ow…”

azarathian:

“Are you okay?” she asked quickly, standing up from her seat and pushing the small table to one side. Simply coughing might’ve seemed like a menial thing, but with his injury being as bad as it was, not to mention only happening three days prior, he could’ve really hurt himself just now. punsandtofu: He held a hand to his chest and waved his other hand dismissively. He didn’t want her to worry. He just needed a moment, he figured.

azarathian: Clearly he was in pain, and she felt awful for him. Having never been the victim of a collapsed lung before, she wouldn’t know what it felt like, but had certainly gathered enough research to know it was a terrible burden, especially early in the recovery process. Looking on at him with solemn gaze as he winced and clutched his chest, she felt a pang of her own in her stomach. Perhaps she could try easing it off, for the moment; it was definitely worth a try.

“… Hold still.” The magus pulled her chair closer to his bedside, so there was no space between the two, and sat back down. Taking her time, she leaned forwards and took his hand from his ribs, lowering it to his side so that the area was exposed. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt,” she almost whispered as she cautiously flattened her palm and let it rest against the flesh that he’d covered. She breathed in, then let some of her energy seep into him in a familiar blue light. Lips still, eyes focused on the action, she softly let her mantra escape like a wisp from her mouth. punsandtofu: As the pain subsided, Beast Boy fully realized what was going on. Raven, the girl he’d been pining after, had her hand on his chest. It may have been platonic and simply to heal him, but he couldn’t help the heat rushing to his cheeks or the fast pounding in his chest. She was so close to him… so beautiful. Her eyes were illuminated by the blue light, making them shine. And her hair had a beautiful purple sheen. He could even smell her, a mix of the soaps she used, incense, and a hint of tea leaves. Each titan had their own unique scent, but he found himself most drawn to Raven’s. He stayed silent, hands gripping the side of the bed, taking everything in. azarathian: A few seconds passed between them, the room void of all noise but for their delicate breathing. She felt the vibrations of her power beneath the palm of her hand as the last remnants of refulgence flowed into his being. Once it had completely dispersed, she felt only flesh again, and the beating of his heart below the curve of his ribs. It took a moment for her to catch herself after the process, but once she did she noticed how rapid the beating had become. Letting her hand lie there a little longer, she grew concerned her healing might’ve interfered with him internally. Why else would his heart be beating at such a pace? When she glanced up at him to address the matter, she was met with a flushed face and could practically feel the warmth radiating from it. “You’re burning up,” she said, taking her hand away and letting it hang in the air, unsure of what to do. “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?” The girl looked at him, concerned. punsandtofu:

“Uh… N-n-no. I think I’ll be okay. Must be a side effect of the magic… “ The changeling stuttered out. “Or the lighting. These med bay fluorescent bulbs can really burn you up, you know?” He fumbled for excuses, not wanting to reveal his feelings for her just yet. Oh God… the way she was looking at him… Calm down, Beast Boy… This is your friend. You’ve know her for years. Be cool. azarathian: “Mm,” she hummed, not entirely convinced. She also couldn’t help the way her eyebrow quirked in confusion at his stuttering and tenseness. “Are you sure? I can get you some ice if you need it.” punsandtofu: “Uh… I suppose some ice couldn’t hurt…” Once Raven had left the room, he let out a sigh. “Idiot!” He scolded himself. “You can’t go all stutter-y when Raven gets close. You’re gonna scare her off!” He huffed as much as he could with his injury. “Just relax. Raven is your friend. She obviously cares for you and you don’t want to mess that up. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.” azarathian: Curious as to her friend’s current condition and not yet having visited him that day, a particular red-head floated mirthfully down the opposite end of the corridor from where Raven had left. By the time she had approached the infirmary door, the cloaked figure heading down the hallway was much too far for her to engage with, though she had recognised her to be Raven. Starfire immediately assumed the sorceress had just departed from having visited their injured green friend. Perfect! Now she would be able to fulfil the position of company for him. Smiling, she neared the door without a sound, considering her hovering form. It was as she reached the last few feet, however, that she heard the boy talking. Was someone still in there with him? She blinked, trying to make out who he was speaking to; she was sure she’d seen both Robin and Cyborg in the main ops room just before making her way to him… “You can’t go all stutter-y when Raven gets close. You’re gonna scare her off! Just relax. Raven is your friend. She obviously cares for you and you don’t want to mess that up. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.” Beryl eyes shot open with intrigue. Despite her foreign nature, Starfire was far from naive when it came to certain affairs. And just now, as she waited round the corner of the door, suspicions instantly flourished in her head. Though she couldn’t be certain of the situation at hand, she knew she’d heard correctly. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, after all - even for an alien.

“Friend Beast Boy!” she proclaimed, entering the room. “I trust you are in well spirits, yes?” punsandtofu:

“Gah!” The changeling just about fell off the bed, but managed to catch himself. Holding his chest, he tried to calm down. “Jeez, Star. Are you trying to give me a heart attack on top of everything else?” He exhaled, managing a smile. “Yeah. I’m feeling a lot better now that I’m not hooked up to a bunch of machines. Cy says I’m not quite ready to walk around the Tower just yet though.” He blinked. “…You didn’t hear anything, did you?” azarathian: In all honesty, she’d seen the flail coming considering he’d only just been talking ‘privately’ to himself. She probably should’ve coughed or knocked or something of the sort before entering, now she thought about it… A small, nervous laugh filled the space between them. “Forgive me, I was eager to check on your wellbeing,” she began. “Oh, but that is joyous to hear!” the girl beamed at him, but when his question followed, though her smile remained, a certain… impishness seemed to play at her features. “I did not mean to intrude upon your conversation with yourself. But I am afraid the door was left open.” Need she say more? punsandtofu: “Oh… well…” He wracked his brain for a good lie. “I was just worried about scaring Raven off by being so dependent on her and you guys, you know? We’ve been getting along pretty well lately and I don’t want to mess that up.” He forced a smile, trying to convince her. “…Also, if you could not tell anyone what I said, that’d be great.” azarathian: “Ah, of course,” she replied, her smile growing wider. “I shall not tell, but I understand. You and friend Raven have been,” there was a brief break in her speech that one might have missed if not concentrating, “getting along very well.” She wasn’t sure whether to let the knowing glint in her eye show, but at this point it was simply involuntary. punsandtofu: Aaaand the blush was back. She knew. She totally knew. “…Please tell me you can keep secrets.” He looked at the alien pitifully.

“I really don’t want anyone finding out about this.” azarathian:

“… Weird.” punsandtofu:

“Yeah. Totally weird. Don’t know what’s gotten into her.” He reached for the ice and, once handed to him, held the wrapped bag against his face. Even if he wasn’t sick, the ice felt nice against his heated cheeks. “Ahh~” He let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks.” azarathian: “No problem,” she said, once again taking the nearby seat and placing it beside his bed. “What were you guys talking about?” The question wasn’t protruding or anything of the sort, more like just something to say to spark conversation; only a small part of her actually cared for the answer. punsandtofu: “Oh, uh. Not much interesting. Just asked how I was feeling and all that. Still horrible, but better. A better horrible.” azarathian: She gave a light, airy chuckle. “Give it time. I give it a week before you’re back to your old, annoying self,” she said, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other as she smirked at him. “I mean, you’re already halfway there.” punsandtofu: He smirked right back. “Just for that, you’ll be the first one I annoy~” He finger gunned in her direction with a toothy smile. “So, you up for another round of cards?” azarathian: Her eye-roll was subtle, but she made sure he still noticed. At the offer, she grew more alert.

“Only if you’re up for being beaten,” she smirked back, this time more confident in her luck as she gathered all the cards together and began to shuffle them in her hands. punsandtofu: -Four Days Later- Another four days had passed, making it one week since his injury. Though recovering, he was not yet healed. He was, however, allowed to walk around and do small tasks. Exerting himself was not allowed and the second the changeling pushed his limits, a titan was somehow there to tell him to take it easy. Now, he couldn’t be taking it any easier, as he was sitting on Raven’s bed with headphones on. Next to him was Raven, also wearing headphones. The two had decided to listen to some music together on the changeling’s laptop. Beast Boy was currently bobbing his head slightly as Where Did the Party Go by Fall Out Boy played through the headphones.

azarathian: Had someone told Raven three months ago that the current scene would be playing out, she wouldn’t have believed it. Nevertheless, there they were; Beast Boy leaning back into the pillows of her bed and the Azarathian herself sitting upright and cross-legged beside him. Though it had not been her proposal for this to transpire, it hadn’t taken much for her to agree to it. Beast Boy was still very fragile from the damage done to him despite Cyborg allowing him out of his hospital bed. However, there was only so much TV one could watch before becoming bored, and considering he’d spent five consecutive days in the med bay, unable to move, more boredom was the last thing he needed. A change of scenery and a change of activity was very much called for, so when Beast Boy had offered to introduce Raven to some of his music (on the condition she could also do the same for him), she accepted. With the TV currently being occupied by Cyborg playing obnoxiously loud video games in main ops, she suggested relocating to her own quiet haven, where they could actually hear what they were trying to listen to. They had both their headphones plugged into the one laptop so they could listen to the same song simultaneously. As Beast Boy’s most recent choice ended, the girl removed one earphone to speak to him. “That was all right,” she confessed. “Bit indie for me, but y’know. Still good.” punsandtofu: Beast Boy removed one earphone to do the same. “Pretty much any Fall Out Boy song is good.” He gave a playful scoff. “Too indie, huh? And what would you recommend, oh Mistress of Music?” He gave her a smirk, challenging her to find a better song.

azarathian:

“Ooo~ Arctic Monkeys! Sweeeet~” He placed his earphone back on to listen. He kept quiet during the song, listening contently. “That was pretty good.” He started after the song ended. “But I wouldn’t say it beats any of my choices~” He gave her a smirk. In honesty, he liked the song. However, he didn’t want her to stop offering suggestions. “While we’re on the whole band named after primates thing, how about the Gorillaz? Ever heard of them?” azarathian: “Of course you wouldn’t,” she mumbled, brows raised and eyes sliding off to the side. They soon darted back to him though. “Is there anyone who hasn’t heard of the Gorillaz?” She had only heard a small handful of their songs, but was very familiar with the name all the same. And the songs she’d heard, for the most part, she’d liked (even if she only ever listened to them once every few months, perhaps less). punsandtofu: “My bet would be on Starfire. She’s only been on the planet for so long… Come to think of it… You’ve only been in our dimension for so long… I’ve had my whole life to learn about stuff here. How did you learn so much in just a few years? I mean, I know you’re smart and can learn stuff, but, really. You must’ve cast a spell or something.”

“If you can cast spells that make you learn more, I could use it.” azarathian: Sometimes her teammates would say something, and it’d be quite the reminder that, despite being extremely close friends for over four years, there was still plenty they didn’t know about each other’s backgrounds. “Actually,” she began, “my mother was from earth. That influenced me to learn from a young age.” She was sure she’d never told Beast Boy, nor any of the titans such a thing. Why would she? There had never been any call for her to talk about her mother, and she certainly felt no desire to bring up such subjects of her own accord. “That, and Azarath’s culture is already quite similar to earth’s. A lot more than Tamaran’s, anyway.” punsandtofu:

“Aw… I was hoping for a smart spell… So, like Earth, huh? Does that mean I could figure out how to use the toilets there?” He chuckled slightly. “Half the furniture on Star’s planet seemed to be alive. Forget being afraid of being eaten by the monster under the bed; be afraid of being eaten by the bed!” azarathian: A sharp breath left her nose in amusement. To be fair, he wasn’t even exaggerating - Tamaran was a scary place to foreigners like them. Truth be told, Raven didn’t particularly look forward to visiting their friend’s home planet, and not just because of the painfully long journey there. “Trust me, it wasn’t like that there…” Her voice seemed to trail off, mouth falling a touch as she realised the need for her past tense. A welt hit her in the chest at the memory; indeed, if Azarath still existed, and if it was as easy to reach as Tamaran was, she imagined her friends would’ve enjoyed a brief visit. Gaze drifting off to the mattress beneath her, she quickly swallowed and hurried to move past the memory. “Anyway, if I find a ‘smart spell’ strong enough for you, I’ll let you know,” she said, giving him a light nudge and weak smile. punsandtofu: Beast Boy picked up on her unhappiness. Raven’s demeanor may not have faltered much, but he knew her old home was gone and used common sense. She didn’t seem to want to talk about it though and he decided to try to just be generally cheery instead. He smiled at her joke, a little wider than he usually would. Perhaps a happy song would help her feel better? “Ever heard Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles?” azarathian: “No, but I have a feeling I’m going to,” she replied, happy to oblige the request. Leaning forward again, she picked up the laptop and placed it gently into the lap of the boy beside her, granting him the freedom to search and play the song. With legs still crossed, she rested one arm on her thigh as the other raised to adjust the loose earbud back into her ear, ready to listen to the song about to play. punsandtofu: -Two Days Later- Another two days had passed and Beast Boy was gradually recovering from his injury. Despite this, he still needed his rest. It would seem he needed even more rest today, however, as the rest of the team had yet to see him leave his room. It was well into the afternoon at this point and he would usually be up by now. His sleep was less than restful, however, as he tossed and turned through a nightmare. In his nightmare, he felt a sense of dread as he wandered through a strangely cold swamp, sans water. The feeling faded as he realized Raven was walking next to him. He let out a sigh, feeling better now that Raven was there. The feeling of calm soon returned to dread when Raven let out a yelp. Whipping his head to the side, he saw that Raven was being engulfed by some sort of black sludge. The changeling immediately reached for her hands, trying to pull her out of the sludge, only for her to sink further and further. Soon enough, Beast Boy was on his knees, desperately trying to pull her back to safety. Despite his efforts, Raven was ultimately consumed by the ooze. As he frantically waved his hands through the cold sludge in an attempt to find his friend, the dark substance began to recede into the earth. Not giving up on her, he began to dig at the ground, removing great chunks of earth and revealing Raven once more. She was no longer engulfed in sludge, but was instead being dragged down by what looked like Trigon in sludge form. The cold from earlier became a great heat as an ominous orange glow came from below him. Realizing his friend was quite literally being dragged to Hell, he continued to dig. Though it seemed no matter how fast he dug, Raven was out of his reach. He refused to give up and continued to dig, even as his gloves, skin, and flesh tore from his hands and the heat became more and more intense. azarathian: “Huh. Still no sign.” “Hm?”

Is he having a nightmare? Cautiously, she swiped off the pile of clothes strewn upon the nearest chair and brought it to his bed, then proceeded to sit and set the glass of water down on the table next to her. “Beast Boy?” She gave him a light shake, hoping to stir him from his sleep, or at least calm him. punsandtofu: No matter how hard he dug, he just couldn’t get to Raven. What’s more, his arms were getting tired. It felt like his arms were made of lead and they were getting harder and harder to move. As his arms failed him, Raven was pulled further and further into Hell. Unable to do anything else, he cried her name, as if that would help. “Raven!”

He bolted up in his bed. He whipped his head to the side and, upon seeing Raven, pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay! I got you!” He cried, not quite free from the fog of his dream yet. azarathian: At the sudden movement and yelp, Raven only had enough time to blink before the boy’s arms were thrown around her. Only a moment passed, a gasp shooting into her, before she took action. Instinctively, both of Raven’s hands found the curve of his shoulders, pressing down and forcing his weight back. With a few inches’ space made between them, their faces could meet and she could more effectively anchor him down. “It’s okay - it was a dream,” she quickly told him, steadying his form with her grip. “Look, I’m okay.” She spoke directly. Loudly. So he could hear her above his panic. And even once she’d made her point, her eyes pinned to his, assuring him that he was back in the real world - that he had nothing to fear. punsandtofu: Despite being pushed away slightly, Beast Boy still had a death grip on her, fearing she’d be taken away if he let go. He looked at her, eyes wide and chest heaving. “You’re… you’re okay…” His breathing slowed as reality set in. Raven was okay… and he was holding her. “Sorry.” He let her go, embarrassed.

“I… You were really not okay… in the dream.” The changeling hoped she didn’t realize the implications of his dream; that he cared for Raven deeply and feared losing her. azarathian: She sat back as he released his hold on her, relieved that he seemed to be calming a bit. Still, she wasn’t the one to be concerned about; what mattered was that he was okay. She met his gaze with slightly tense brows and let a moment pass between them. “Here,” she said, passing him the iced water she’d placed on the table earlier. “What happened?” punsandtofu: He took the glass with a quiet “Thanks.” before drinking just about the whole glass in one go. After catching his breath, he paused to think. He supposed he owed her an explanation, given she told him her nightmare a while back. “…You were being dragged to Hell and I was trying to dig my way to you.”

It sounded really stupid when he said it out loud. azarathian: Well, of all the things he could’ve dreamt about, she certainly hadn’t been expecting that answer. “That sounds… intense,” she returned, quite lost for what else to say. It at least explained why he’d awoken with such a start, but why would he have such a nightmare in the first place? She was fine; in fact, even with his injury, the two had been more fine in recent days than ever. Each other’s company was something they’d really been relishing, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wonder what had spurred on this train of thought from the boy’s subconscious. punsandtofu: “Yeah… This weird black sludge sucked you down. I tried to pull you out, but it just kept sucking you in. Then the sludge was your dad dragging you to Hell somehow? It was weird… You don’t think it was a sign or anything, right?”

azarathian: She saw the concern in his eyes, but felt no such need to feel it herself. Though the contents of the dream itself was foreboding, she was almost certain it held no message or warning within it, and was merely a result of his own imagination. She believed this for a few reasons: one being that Trigon had been banished by her own power, and she sensed no disturbance in that banishment and was confident in its strength. Another was that, if her father was to contact anyone, it would be her. And so, though she returned his frown, she felt assured in the belief that all in the real world was well. “No,” she said with conviction. “It was just a dream. Your mind’s probably been restless with the stress of recovering.” A comforting hand found its way to the top of his arm. “Don’t worry, okay? I’m fine.” punsandtofu: He let out a small sigh. “Good.” He gave her a small smile when she placed a hand on his arm. He was reminded of how she had calmed him in his dream with her presence. Seems that translated to reality. “You’re probably right. Maybe it has to do with not being allowed to transform too. I’ve never gone so long without changing shape before. Doubt suppressing my animal instincts is good for me. Hope I remember how when I’m all better.” He chuckled slightly. Shape shifting was not exactly something he’d forget over a few weeks. azarathian: “Something tells me you will,” she smiled faintly back, bringing her hand back to lie in her lap. “Don’t try before Cyborg gives the okay, though. It could do more harm.” punsandtofu: Beast Boy let out a groan. “I knoooow. But it’s so hard! It’s like going without stretching!” He flopped back into his bed. azarathian: The sight of him being so childish, for once, struck her as more amusing than off-putting. She imagined him being unable to shapeshift as normal would be like her suddenly being unable to lift her form from the floor at will. To pick up and book and read it. To sit on her bed and meditate. … Actually. “You should try meditation.” The words just tumbled out of her without much thought. Of course he wouldn’t try such a thing. Still, she’d said it now. She’d seem foolish to suddenly take it back. “It could help. Y’know, with taking your mind off it…” punsandtofu: “Meditation?” He gave her a strange look. “I don’t think that’s really my thing; staying still and all that.” He thought for a moment. If she taught to him to meditate, they might get a little closer. It wasn’t like he had much better to do. “Then again, I guess I can only do so much like this. It might be good for me.”

azarathian: “So… you’d wanna try it?” she asked, as if what he’d said hadn’t answered that already. She supposed she just needed confirmation that she’d actually just heard Beast Boy consider the idea of something as static and reflective as meditation. For a second she wondered whether she’d made a mistake; he’d probably be awful at it. Still… punsandtofu: “Sure.” He gave a slight shrug. “It might be good for me and, if not, at least I tried something new. You’ll do it with me though, right?” It seemed like a dumb question, given she meditates all the time, but he wanted to make sure she didn’t just leave him alone to fail spectacularly at meditating. azarathian:

“I think it’d be a pretty brief session without me there,” she said, a lull of amusement in her tone. “But I’ll only do it if you agree to do it properly. No messing around or talking.” punsandtofu:

“Aw. You mean I can’t pull pranks and meditate at the same time?” He joked. “That’s fine.Your company should be enough to keep me from going insane.” azarathian: Something behind her chest flitted a bit. It seemed stupid, but she believed it might’ve been because of what he’d said. ‘Her company.’ Why did that make her feel… special? She almost wanted to shake her head because of how stupid this was. A little, passing statement like that. And yet in her mind she asked herself whether he’d have said the same to any other member of the team. This was extremely stupid. “Oh?” Why was she expanding on this? Why was she making it into something? “Funny, I’d thought we usually drove each other to that,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. What on earth was she doing? punsandtofu: He smirked at her and leaned forward. “And would you still say that now?”

Honestly, he was pretty sure he knew the answer. No, she wouldn’t. The two of them had really come to enjoy the other’s company, despite their differences. Still, he imagined it’d feel nice to hear her acknowledge it. azarathian: For some reason, though she undoubtedly noticed the slight fall of his lids and lean of his frame, these gestures didn’t quite register in her as they probably should’ve. This is to say that, whilst the cloaked girl would typically recline, or perhaps not even react at all, this Raven found her gaze holding a fragment longer than it should, her breath shallowing in a silent approval as she hung on the boy’s words. “Probably not,” came her reply, and as it left her lips it was apparent that her tone was softer, more dulcet than it had been moments before. punsandtofu:

Ahh, satisfaction~ He would have settled for a simple no, but the way she said it, just, he didn’t even know. He liked it. It felt like they just got that much closer with her acknowledging their more than tolerance for each other. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you li-” EEE-O EEE-O EEE-O The alarm blared throughout the tower, startling the changeling onto his back. At least he was on his bed. azarathian: Whatever the boy was going to say was abruptly lost to the sudden screech of a siren, setting the room alight in a flashing red glare. The sound broke Raven’s eyes from her teammate as her head shot up, alert.

She could’ve groaned aloud at the desperately unwanted interruption. Of course, it was never a joy to have the tower’s alarm go off, but something about this particular time really felt like a punch to the gut. Dark brows knitted together, gaze growing hard as she sighed and stood quickly from the chair. There was no time to waste. And yet her body begged her not to retreat from the room. There was just something that seemed to be weighing her will down. All the same, she forced her instincts to kick in and went to turn from the person in the bed without another word. punsandtofu: Before she could leave, Beast Boy quickly reached for her hand to get her attention. “Hey.”

“Be careful, okay?” He wished he could join the fight to make sure nothing happened, but he was still to stay in the tower. azarathian:

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