#( sorry he's a idiot sometims hah )

[ba9go]

bakugou katsuki finds you annoying (he can’t stop thinking about you) pt. 1

sort-of enemies to lovers with bakugou katsuki <3

read part 2 💥 part 3 (nsfw)

from the very moment you walked into the 1-a classroom, you set off a ticking time bomb in bakugou katsuki. he hated your guts.

it was early in the morning, with about 20 minutes till class started. bakugou was seated in his chair, leaning back with his eyes closed, when all of a sudden he hears this agitating, grating voice.

his eyes snapped open and flicked to the source of the sudden noise.

you.

you stood in the doorway, bowing and apologising refusely to fucking icyhot for running into him. bakugou took one look at your stature next to todoroki’s and huffed. ‘idiot walks into a wall and apologises. what a dimwit.’

bakugou watches as todoroki awkwardly but earnestly bows back at you with a murmured apology of his own. you pause mid-bow to shake your head, “no, no, no, this was entirely my fault!” and bakugou thinks he can feel his temple twitch when you start laughing. “god, i’m sorry, we just look so stupid right now!”

‘damn right you do, fucking morons.’ bakugou tears his gaze away from your bright smiling face and spams the volume-up button on his phone until ears (jirou) can actually overhear travis scott from his earphones and flinches beside him.

bakugou closes his eyes and sighs through his nostrils. it’s way too fucking early for this.

later that day, aizawa-sensei announces that you’d be joining class 1-a as u.a.’s newest transfer student, and invites you to introduce yourself in front of the class.

you stood beside aizawa and introduce yourself with yet another beaming smile. your bright eyes roam around the classroom from face to face as you address your new classmates, until they land on bakugou, who narrows his eyes and glares at you.

bakugou feels a strange sense of satisfaction, watching you stutter mid-sentence, and he thinks you’re such an idiot, but then your eyes quickly dart away to look elsewhere and bakugou is somehow even more pissed off by you.

so he grinds his teeth and tears his gaze away from you once more to look out the window.

the rest of the week goes smoothly for you as you quickly befriended the class. with the exception of one, everyone seemed friendly and warm and genuinely interested to get to know more about you and your quirk. likewise, you were just as curious and enthusiastic about getting to know your classmates. with the exception of one.

you ignored bakugou like the plague — just as he’d wanted, bakugou thinks. you’re an eyesore, the way you’re all smiley and giggly, all of the damn time. bakugou hates it, hates the look in your eyes, like you’re so damn happy and you’re somehow just always having the time of your damn life.

‘just another fucking weakling who won’t last.’

it doesn’t take bakugou a long time to realise that his judgement of you was entirely off. you were in fact, not a weakling. you were strong, and you proved it every single time, putting your all in every training and going above and beyond with your hand stretched out to anyone who needed it, all the while with that damn smile on your face.

one training, bakugou busted one of his gauntlets. he had expected it, had already sensed that something was off when he was gearing up before training. he cursed under his breath and went to remove it, when you suddenly spawned by his side and scared the living shit out of him.

not that he’d ever admit it, but hearing your voice was enough to make his hair stand on end.

“hey, um, do you need help with that?” you asked, and bakugou freezed as you looked at him with those big, innocent eyes. “your gear, i mean.”

“hah?” bakugou flares up instinctively. it’s his default response to being approached, after all. “the fuck do you know about fixing jackshit?”

“oh, um, i tinker with a bunch of random stuff sometimes, so i figured maybe i could—”

“like hell i’m gonna let some idiot like you tinker with my shit,” bakugou sneers at you, and you flinch but you don’t take a step back. “find somethin’ else ta do if yer bored, sunshine.”

“sunshine— what—” you genuinely look a little concerned and even a little offended as you guffaw over bakugou’s words. “my quirk has nothing to do with sunshine!”

“hah?! ya think i’m stupid or some shit?! ‘course i know that it’s got shit to do with the sun, moron!”

“then why in the world would you call me that?!”

“i’ll call you whatever the fuck i want, shitface!”

then, class prez tenya iida dashes to break up the “fight”. “YOU TWO!!! BAKUGOU ESPECIALLY, CEASE YOUR SQUABBLING THIS INSTANT!!! SUCH PROFANITY IS NOT BECOMING OF A FUTURE—”

later that evening, you find yourself seated on the couch watching alien: covenant in the common room with kirishima, kaminara, sero and mina. however, you’re not paying much attention to whatever that egomaniac david’s doing in the movie, you’re still dwelling on how horribly your first proper interaction with bakugou had gone.

“y/n, darling, would you please tell us what’s wrong? this is, like, the tenth time you’ve sighed, and i know david is not that hot,” mina nudges your arm with an elbow. kaminari squawks in defiance, crying out that “if david’s not hot, i’m toast!” and kirishima reassuring him that he’ll be just fine, because “david’s just not manly, man!”.

“yeah, it’s not david,” you sighed yet again, and mina facepalms so hard you wince. “sorry, it’s just, i’m still a little peeved by what happened during training today.”

“bakugou, huh?” kirishima shoots you a wry smile, nodding sympathetically. “don’t mind it too much, bakugou’s just always like that!”

“i know, i know, but why the fuck did he call me sunshine?” you groaned, grabbing the nearest pillow and shoving your face into it.

“holy shit, okay, guys, this must be really bad,” kaminari shoots up from his horrendous slouched position and grabs sero’s shoulders to shake him like it’s the end of the world. “y/n just swore, and bakugou is acting up! i mean, that doesn’t sound like bakugou at all!”

“okay, firstly, kaminari, i hate to break it to you, bud, but i swear. like, a lot,” you dropped the pillow in your lap. “secondly, what do you mean bakugou’s acting up? doesn’t he call everyone names all the time?”

“yeah, insultingly,” jirou walks by the common room and chimes in. she points at the earphone jacks dangling from her ears. “i’m “ears.””

“i’m pinky,” mina hums in agreement.

“soy-sauce face,” sero deadpans.

“dunceface!” kaminari high-fives sero.

“and bakugou calls me shitty hair,” kirishima completes with a sigh. “what did he call you again?”

“moron, sunshine, and shitface, i think?” an awkward silence falls over the room, and you frown. “what? what does that mean? does he, like, really hate the sun or something?”

“…not that i know of? but it sounds like, uh,” kirishima scratches his head and gives you another one of those wry smiles. “sounds like you don’t completely piss bakugou off.”

extras:

yes that was an abby miller reference

yes i have walked into a wall yes i apologised

i REALLY wanna watch alien romulus in cinemas soon PLS NO SPOILERS

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[1pepsiboy]

Just Like A Movie (Matt Sturniolo fluff)

Description: After a morning of fliming, Matt wants to enjoy fall activites with his girlfriend (reader). Inspired the song by the Wallows and Matt's love for fall time.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: None, just fluffy and silly Matt!

A/N: This is my first Matt writing, so sorry if it's not totally accurate! Lol I do requests! Currently anything Chris, Matt, Nick, and Colby!

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Matt, Chris, and Nick were filming a guess 21 different halloween candies challenge. You sat on the couch behind the camera, scrolling through your phone but periodically looked up to glance at your boyfriend. Who would cheese when you did. Sometimes you'd make a silly face or comment, distracting him enough they'd have to restart part of the segment. Finally, they finish and Matt was the one closest to getting them all right. It wasn't surprising since he'd won guessing 21 different drinks.

Matt makes his way to the couch and wrapped his arms around you immediately. He nustles his head into your shoulder for a couple minutes and you run your fingertips up and down his back. Then he gives you a quick peck on the lips, mostly because Nick and Chris were still in the kitchen and they would make jokes about it.

You lick your lips and furrow your brows. "Hmm... I taste Snickers? No, Reese's?"

"(y/n)!" Matt whines lightly.

"Wait, wait, wait." You kiss his soft lips again. "It's Kitkat!"

A giggle escapes Matt and he lightly rolls his blue eyes. "Can we go do fall things, babe? Get away from those idiots over there. I've had enough of them today."

Nick flips him off as Chris fake laughs and makes a face. "So unoriginal Matt."

Now you roll your eyes. "Let's leave these losers to their lame things."

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"I can drive if you want, babe," you suggest as you make it out the door after Matt changed his outfit to fit the vibe more. It's early afternoon now and barely a breeze to make it feel like a real fall day.

He shoots you a side smile and unclips the keys from his jean beltloop. "No, that's okay, I don't mind."

The two of you get comfortable in the front seats, starting up the recent playlist you created.

"Where to first?" you ask.

"What about... apple patch? Wait, I mean pumpkin picking... Fuck, I mean apple picking and then a pumpkin patch."

You reach out and lace your fingers with his. "I'd love to go to an apple patch and pumpkin picking. Maybe hot cocoa after?"

He nods and you put in the directions for the nearest apple picking farm. The two of you sing along. And you couldn't help pointing out people going about their daily lives. It takes up most of your conversation before you arrive at the farm.

Matt locks the car before he clips them back on the their loop and takes your hand. The apple farm was free to anyone, but they had a jar and square for donations/tips. You take out your card for them to do a $5 donation, and Matt doubles the amount.

You take a small basket and pull him over to one of the trees. Unfortunately most of the reachable ones were picked. But both of you still attempt to get one or two by running and jumping. You know you look like idiots, however you didn't care.

Matt gets a video of you as you finally acquire an apple and show it triumphantly. "That's right. No tree is a match for me! This apple is my bitch." You bite a chunk of the crispy green apple.

Matt laughs. "Babe, we're supposed to save them to make caramel apples!"

Your eyes go wide and you laugh as you chew it to a point you could speak. "Sorry, I can get another one."

He slips his phone back into his pocket as he shakes his head. "Let's try a different tree.

The second tree was a similar situation despite it just being on the brink of fall. There were a lot of early birds.

This time you get a story of Matt snagging two apples and he tries to not show how out of breath he is. "Ahh! Hah! I got some."

The two of you try two more trees and manage to get a few more.

There was a station for you to either bag them right away or make them caramel or chocolate covered before leaving. You spend far too long deciding on how many should be caramel and chocolate, and what toppings should be on them. You think of each brother and friend that'll want one. By the end, there's only one left and neither of you made one for yourselves.

"You choose," Matt says, kissing your cheek.

With creative intuition, you make it half and half, then smear all sorts of toppings on it and present it. Matt rests his hand on top of yours and takes a bite out of it.

"Mm..." he nods and runs a half through his hair, most of falling back in place. "I like what you did with the caramel and chocolate."

You take your own, attempting to lick the excess off around your mouth. "Delicious."

Your next stop was at a nearby pumpkin patch, which was also a little picked over. But there were still enough to enjoy and walk around a little bit. You pick up a few of the biggest ones you could find to get photos with.

Matt pulls you in for a selfie. His eyes squint as the sun is directly in your eyes and fumbles backwards. This causes him to run into a bundle of baby pumpkins and his butt lands on top of the stems.

"Fucking shit!" He groans as he holds onto his ass and rolls over on the ground.

You hold back a laugh and help him up. He paces back and forth a couple times.

"I'm done with the pumpkins," he sulks.

"Let's get hot cocoa to make it all better," you baby, jutting out your bottom lip.

He tries not to laugh but it didn't work.

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You enjoy a small walk as you sip on hot cocoa, the sun starts to go down. You hold the to-go cup tightly between your palms in the hopes to warm up your hands. You forgot to bring any sort of warm layer. Once the sun is gone, it feels like fall now.

Matt shoots you a concerned look. "Are you cold, babe?"

"A little, yeah," you laugh under your breath.

"Here, wear my sweater, (y/n)."

"No, it's fine."

It's too late, he already took his jacket off and pulls the vintage sweater over his head. You take the sweater and tug it over your short sleeve tee. The warmth of the material and from him wearing it all afternoon engulfs your entire body. It sends shivers down your spine from the temperature adjustment.

Matt has his jacket back on and wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He kisses the crook of your neck. "Better?"

"Absolutely."

The two of you reminisce on your adventures of the day. Ultimately, though, it leads back to a few of the couples around you in the park. One were unashamedly having a full on make out session underneath a tree. Another were taking cutesy photos in matching outfits.

"You'll never catch us doing that," Matt comments.

You raise your eyebrows at him. "Did you forget the matching pj pants we had for christmas last year?"

"That doesn't count," he scoffs lightly. "It was only pants. I mean, like, top, pants, accessories, the whole fit. It's just cringy."

You giggle. "Whatever you say, Matty B."

"It is! Are you saying you want to do that?" He sips on his hot cocoa. "Cause that might be a deal breaker."

"Not seriously. More in an ironic way. Like those people on tiktok doing the 80s style photoshoots at JcPenny. Now that would be fun and not cringy!"

He shook his head. "No, nope."

"Come on!" you argue. "Think about the memories we could make!"

"Absolutely not, it would be embarrasing."

You roll your eyes. "That's kind of the point, babe."

"Still," he retorts.

"Fine." You sigh lightly. "I'll just ask Chris to do it with me. He won't care."

Matt shrugs, finishing the last of his drink, and tosses it into the nearest trash can. "Okay, you two have fun with that."

"We will." You do the same with your drink.

You sense Matt's a little down now and force him into a hug. "Thanks for today, babe. You're the best."

He falls into your body more and lets out a deep breath. "Any time, (y/n)."

[moonsaver]

I READ YOUR POST (and also anon!) ABOUT REBELLIOUS! VERITAS/RATIO, GOOD LORD..

Your writing is very good! And I like it! I'm having it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, everytime

BUT LIKE, LISTEN TO ME, WHAT IF S/O WAS REBELLIOUS LIKE HIM TOO. But not like actually him, just typical rebellious student back then. Like, breaking the rules, pissing off the teachers, etc

AND, HIS S/O IS LIKE NOW, NORMAL. A PROFESIONAL, and probably embarrassed of their phase back then. I do see them being Friendly and chilled with Ratio?? Or like "Oh crap, it's the old rebellious dude that tries to teach me random smart stuffs"

But in my opinion, I do see S/O just being like "Oh, what's up Ratio" and just being neutral. Greeting him whenever they passed by or see each other again, while also slightly joking about the things Ratio tried to teach them back then. As they told him that they actually listened to his teaching.. Even though it's.. Well, it's used by unsuccessful methods

BUT ALSO, YOU KNOW HOW XINYAN WOULD TELL EMBARRASSING STORIES ABOUT SHEHNE AND GANYU?

S/O WOULD DO THAT, telling Ratio old rebellious phase embarrassing stories to his students whenever they feel afraid of him. Like

"Oh, did you know that your professor (Veritas Ratio), used to talk so much about our teacher that just give the slightest wrong formula, to the point he keeps getting send to the office? Hah! I was there!"

As Ratio stood there with hidden embarrassed look, as he tries to hold the urge to not shut S/O up.

I'M SORRY IF I'M BOTHERING YOU, THE VOICES ARE COMMANDING ME... THE VOICES OF MY SIMPING FOR RATIO.

QNON ANON QNON!!!!YOU ARE FEEDING ME TOO I PROMISE YOU CAN BOTHER ME (its not even bothering me i love these asks),,, THE TENSION THAT IUST DISSIPATWS HAHAHA WAIT WAIT

Under the cut,might be long!

Soso, you're the rebellious kid who's butting heads with the other jerkwad, the only difference between you two is that he's just a nerd on top of being a rebellious kid. He's the "worst" of both worlds.

It's a very cliche enemies to strangers to acquaintances who respect each other to tension between possible lovers. Its kind of funny.

In your student days, I imagine the moment both of you see each other in the hall, you scowl at each other. Or make fun of something the other has. Maybe he's lugging a bulky art project and you make fun of him saying he looks like a turtle dragging his own shell. Maybe you left your bag's zip open and Veritas comments on how "devoid of knowledge" it is, "like your head" (you forgot all your books somewhere, your bag is completely empty). God forbid either of you tried something experimental and the other catches a glimpse of it. If they're not within talking distance, they'll shout on the top of their lungs. To both of you, the louder it is the more humiliation is involved. You'll find this method is often used by Veritas, as he openly quizzes you and chides LOUDLY that you're a BUFFOON and an IDIOT for not knowing a SIMPLE FORMULA. You decide to retaliate by stealing more than half his stationary, so now he has to scramble to gather extras and literally no one helps him cause he's a jerk lol.

Everyone on campus absolutely either hates it or loves it. Theres fanpages of you two with cringe edits,or those really well-made shitpost ones. Sometimes your classmates just bait the other to go a certain place just so you two cross paths and stir up a lot of trouble. The teachers are all done with both of you.

Cut to the future (or present?), reader's a professor too now. Let's assume either of them is unaware when they join the job (as implied by the request).

I imagine professor reader, if they manage to stay calm and just.. talk normally, it does give Dr. Ratio some whiplash. His pride demands he straightens himself out though, so it's not too soon before he himself drones on about some or the other tedious topic. You mention the past and how often you used to butt heads, and Veritas' first instinct is to immediately retaliate the way his past self would have done; but he stops himself in time, and sighs at it. You've painstakingly ingrained that response into him. But he's still slightly embarrassed nonetheless. It's not too soon before the conversation becomes more relaxed (I mean.. considering Veritas,as relaxed as he lets it be), and as a form of "nostalgia" he brings up all the questions he used to ask you back then, only to be pleasantly surprised when you give him detailed but professional answers. It's not too soon before he learns that you've become a professor aswell. Dr. Ratio congratulates you – with reservations of course, which is completely thrown out the window when you tell him you knew all of this because.. you listened to him.

Ugh. Don't make him feel so sappy. A part of him detests it; warming up and being all chummy with a hopeless classmate of all people. But a part of him is.. kind of happy about it.

Which is promptly changed the moment you also realize he's a professor now.

And that his students aren't spared from the nostalgia either.

He's bursting through the door, jaw dropped, angry and shocked face as you prattle on about how much of an asshole he was back in the day to his students. For a moment, he contemplates whether he should just throw chalk at you and make an example of you to his students, or drag you out. After a few seconds of paralyzed contemplation, he immediately grabs you by the back of your collar and drags you out before something else comes out of your mouth.

It's almost the same all over again – both of you bickering back and forth as he's all pissy about you spilling everything to his students! You've positively tarnished his reputation! Perhaps he shall tell your students how you used to walk around wearing a lanyard and a shirt with the institution name written on it in big, bold letters on the first day? Or that time you tripped and faceplanted right into the trashcan while you complained about his (axe bodyspray) deodorant?

Ugh.. he'll just deal with you later. Although he won't admit this even to himself.. it's nice seeing you again. He didn't think of that, it must be the headache you gave him that's making him think all weird.

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[bevy-obeyme]

may u do how the om brothers would act with a himbo mc who's like ..... scarily dumb 💀 like think Karen Smith x10 ( sorry for any English mistakes i might have made !! english isnt my first language so i might have made some mistakes��)

Of course you can!! I’m so so sorry for attending to this request late - had some issues in real life but I’m back :D

Brothers with a himbo MC

Lucifer

- Now, at first when Mammon warned him that you were stupid, he thought that was exaggeration.

- However, he was quickly silenced when you went over 20,000 Grimm in debt. Why? Because you didn’t understand the value of money. And you had horribly miscalculated.

- Lucifer gets, no doubt, very frustrated with your incompetence. Hell, you might as well start competing with Mammon for ‘’House Idiot’’.

-Nevertheless, he found your himbo nature endearing at times. A bit naive and ditzy never hurt anyone.

- And you were incredibly attractive. More than the average man. Especially with that physique.

Mammon

- Someone stupider than him? Hah. Impossible.

- It wasn’t actually. Somehow, your dumbness exceeded his. And it got him feeling.. quite smug actually.

- Of course, he’d make the occasional remark on how humans would of course be stupider than the Great Mammon but he didn’t truly mean any malice.

- Nonetheless, he also felt quite happy at times - he could find solace in both of you not being the most academically gifted.

- But, you were incredibly handsome. That did make up for it. Sometimes, he’d even invite you to his modelling gigs. You never disagreed somehow.

- If he was feeling particularly mischievous, he’d even gamble with you to win some extra cash.

Leviathan

- This man would constantly mock you - call you Mammon 2.0 or stupid normie.

- But deep down, he was jealous. Insecure even. How were you so liked? So charming? So handsome but so utterly dumb?

- He could never hope to have your confidence. How you managed to yell out foolish things all the time without a care about looking idiotic.

- That’s to say, he didn’t hate you. And sometimes, it felt good just talking to you. Even if you never truly understood his game rambles, at least you were there. And that was all that mattered.

Satan

- The blond avatar did not know how to feel about you actually. At first, he held a deep disdain towards you, thinking that you were one of those idiotic people who never matured and had everything handed to them without working.

- But no. You were just genuinely clueless.

- At times, it was irritating having to constantly explain a concept to you, but he had to remind himself that you were in fact trying your best.

- Other times, it was hilarious seeing how easily you riled Lucifer up due to your uncontrolled money spending habits.

- He would not deny the fact you were an extremely charming man however. He had to pay attention to not let himself be too entranced at times.

Asmodeus

- Upon first sight, Asmodeus definitely did try to charm you. You were a handsome little human, how could he resist?

- However, your stupidness did leave him dumbfounded (and reminded him a lot of Mammon) but he was the one who came up with the idea of calling you a himbo lovingly all the time.

- Although, your cluelessness in.. more intimate topics did leave him a bit irritated when he had to explain in multiple ways.

- Nonetheless, you never protested against him painting your nails or doing skincare with him, so you were definitely someone to like in his books.

Beelzebub

- To be fair, Beelzebub did not hold anything against your intelligence. He could understand actually, most of the time, his thoughts were on food.

- But deep down, he knew you were a good, kind man who was just a lot too naive and clueless for the Devildom, so he definitely felt a bit protective to keep you like that.

- He exchanged many tips with you in relation to working out. You had quite a physique and Beel had always been into fitness, so most of your conversations included health and work out regimes.

- Sometimes, he’d message you for a morning run or to come with him after school to the gym.

Belphegor

- Now, he definitely held against you for your naivety. Foolish humans - like always.

- However, he could see how easily you got along with Beelzebub and how much his twin trusted you. So, he lessened his snide remarks towards you over time.

- Belphie became a fan of your strength over time. Whenever he fell asleep, he could always count on you as a rest or for you to carry him back much to his pleasure.

- Besides.. your human ways of being clueless were quite adorable - sometimes.

[kinq-sleazee]

I had a thought out request then work got busy and now all I remember is mean over protective step brother, or best friend if you don’t like pseudocest, Bakugou scaring off all your dates without you knowing and telling you how you deserve better and he would never

hello @mhathotfic my love , sorry i’m responding so late— but i’m here now with smut !

MDNI | TW! College AU, Stepcest, Degradation

Your relationship with Bakugo has always been a odd. From the day your mom moved in with his dad, he’d developed a sick little obsession with you.

Nothing got past him. He swatted away any and all suitors—with you none the wiser.

Date after date would be canceled. Messages changing from blue to green. Guys actively avoiding you on campus and you had no idea why.

It would always lead you back to his dorm room. Straddling his lap and crying on his shoulder while he rubbed your back and cursed those “extras who could never be good enough for you”.

And your suki is so sweet to you. Saying that you’re so special to him and he doesn’t understand how those idiots could treat you so bad. Claiming that anyone would be lucky to have you and whispering that sometimes he wishes that you weren’t his sister so that he could have you for himself.

And he words it like a joke, in case you get spooked, but he’s dead serious. Staring you right in the eye as you chew on your lip while playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

You’re a little shocked but you get it. It makes sense, y’know ? Who could love you better than the boy that’s protected and cared for you since middle school? The man that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

He blinks twice when he hears you little voice say, “m’not really your sister”. Lips curling over his teeth in a wicked sneer.

“Hah?” He raises a brow, hands slowly falling to rest at your waist. “What’s that ? You’re not my imouto? My sweet girl ?”

Bakugo rolls his hips experimentally, pleased with the exasperation huff you give at the brief contact.

“m’just sayin’, we’re not really brother and sister” you whine, face heating at the implication of your words.

Were you really suggesting this ? Are you so desperate that you’d stoop so low ?

Bakugo feigned a gasp. A pout formed on his lips that juxtaposed the glimmering lust in his eyes.

“So after all we’ve been through…”, he began, hands traveling under your skirt to rest on your bare thighs. “After all we’ve been through. I’m not really your brother because you really want some dick ?”

The vulgarity startled you. You tried to deny but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers ventured closer to your moist heat.

“Are you really getting wet on my lap ?” His face is stern but there’s amusement in his tone. Your ears burn at the accusation, which you vehemently deny. This time your denial is met with a mean pinch to your plush thigh. “Now you’re lying to me ? What’s got into you What happened to my good girl ?”

A broken whimper leaves you. You’ve never felt this desperate for anything. You want to be a good girl but you just want him so bad.

“ I am your good girl, suki. I promise”.

“Tch” Bakugo shakes his head, admiring the way your lip trembles when he pinches you harder. “You’re not a good girl” he coos, moving closer to kiss the tear sliding down your cheek. “You’re a whore, imouto. A desperate slut for nii-chan’s cock”.

Your panties are pulled to the side and a single digit swipes through the mess of slick arousal. Bakugo whistles lowly, dragging your sticky wetness to press at your clit.

“Is this what you wanted, baby” He pouts up at you, mimicking your expression. You nod, nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders.

“More, suki” you whine, grinding against the pad of his thumb. “wan’ sum more please”.

He shushes you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then another. And another until his tongue is pushing through the seam of your lips in time with his finger diving knuckle deep into your cunt. He grunts at your tightness, but continues kissing you while working you open.

The flat of his tongue collects the sweat beading on your neck, just as a second finger enters you. He curls them upwards, rubbing against your velveteen walls.

“Taking my fingers real good, baby. So proud of you right now” he whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe. You gush around him, pussy spasming from the ruined quality of his voice as he praises you. The fact that he looks absolutely wrecked, and you haven’t even touched him properly sends you hurtling towards your orgasm. A few more pumps and you’re met with the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

He works you through it. Pumping into you slowly as your body vibrates around him and your breathing settles. He pulls out and taps his fingers on your lips, humming when you drunkenly take them in your mouth.

He keeps you like this for a moment. Just rubbing against your tongue until saliva pools in your mouth and spills from the side.

Bakugo knows that you’re getting working up again by the cute little scrunch of your brow and the way you drag your cunt over his thigh. So desperate to get fucked. His dick feels unbreakable.

With his free hand he pulls out his cock and lowers your head to drool on it. You’re pushed off his lap and placed between his legs. Mean cock bobbing in your face.

“If you want nii-chan to fuck you , then you have to get on your knees and beg”.

[devildomditzy]

Hey 🥰🥰 congrats on the milestone sweetie!! 💕

May I request Mammon + 💐🤗 + “Do you remember when we first met?”

I thought ab making it sfw, something romantic. I think you'll enjoy it. Everything for our hubby hah 💕💕 he's so wholesome! Tbh can't wait to see what you'll come up with! Have a nice day! ❤️

aaaahh hi! thank you 🥺 you’re such a good artist everytime i see you in my feed i’m like, what are you doing here? im just a little guy.

like a little rat chef, i will cook something up for you!

(This got way too long I’m sorry LMAO, I have feelings for him)

Also, this one is a liiillll suggestive

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He’s been really antsy since you fell ass first onto Satan.

He’s been really fidgety since the whole hellfire newt syrup incident.

He’s been really shy since Solomon brought you back to the Devildom for undisclosed reasons.

He’s been really docile since your return.

And for the LIFE of you, you can’t figure out why.

You tried interrogating the others, hoping to gather any information as to why Mammon was being… well… less of a dick to you in general.

You always had this playful back and forth with the second born that you had come to love. But, with his usual bite gone, you began to worry something was just wrong.

“Hun, you always make him all fidgety. And sweaty. It’s really gross”, Asmo says, scrunching up his face in disgust.

You huff, rolling over on his bed to face him. “I’m aware. But this is worse than usual. It’s like he’s scared of me all of a sudden. Like he’s avoiding me.”

“We’ll, Id say he’d be an idiot to ignore the likes of you, but he’s also, quite frankly, always an idiot.”

“Azzy”, you deadpan, sending him a pointed look. He throws his hands up in defeat.

“Okay, okay! I get it. You see something in my poor, stupid older brother. And while I can’t fathom what that is, I know he sees something in you too. We all do, but he definitely wants to fuck you.”

“Asmo! Not helping!”

The avatar of lust continues staring at his nails, fussing with a bottle of polish as he fills in any visible gaps.

“Hmm… have you tried being direct? Sometimes you have to be direct with these men. Ya know, take what you want?”, he glances in your direction, licking his lips.

“I’m just trying to figure out why he’s ignoring me! I’m not trying to get into his pants.”

“A shame, really.”

“Asmo!”

“Here’s an idea! Let’s spy on him!”, he sings, eyes blowing wide with excitement.

“What? No! No, I can’t do that. That’s like, an invasion of privacy!”

“Oh, and you think he hasn’t done the same to you?”

Your face falls a bit as you question him, “…has he?”

Asmo lays a tentative hand on top of your. “Sweetie, we all have.”

“Huh. Like together or?”

“Not important!”, he smiles, “What is important is that we get this show on the road so we can get intel.”

The sickening grin on his face does nothing to settle your nerves.

That’s how you find yourself here, comically shoved up against Asmo as you shared a bench in town square, peering out at the subject of your affection from behind a copy of the latest edition of the RAD newspaper.

“There is absolutely no way he won’t spot us”, you grumble to the strawberry blonde.

“He will if you don’t be quiet! Now watch!”

“What is he doing?”

“It looks like he’s buying something from that stand. ~Oh, could it be?”

You don’t like the glint in Asmo’s voice.

“Could what be?”

“It looks like he did listen to my advice”, he smooths. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“What advice? Asmo what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me!”, you try to sound urgent, but you have a feeling he won’t tell you either way.

“No need to worry love”, he chirps, “Looks like my dear older brother will be back in your good graces soon enough”. He grabs your wrist, dragging you back towards the house with a force you know you cannot break free from.

“H-Hey!”

“Just trust me on this one hun!”

As night begins to fall, you sit alone in your dorm room nervously biting your thumbnail. You and Asmo’s rendezvous did nothing to quell you worry, and on top of that the fifth eldest was being cryptic as hell since you got back to the house.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. “Asmo, I already told you if you’re not going to tell me what he’s doing, leave me alo-”

The words die in your throat as you rip open the door to be met with the piercing eyes of the second born.

“M-Mammon…hey uh, what are you doing-”

Once more you go quiet, eyes flitting down to where he held a large bouquet of yellow roses.

As you return your gaze to his face, you find him beet red, and almost…shaking?

“I uh- I-I, I got these flowers and I just thought you’d want them. N-No reason! I-In fact, they weren’t for you! They were for u-uhhh…little d no. 2! Yeah! But since I can’t find him, you can have ‘em.”

You lean against the door frame, crossing your arms across your chest, smiling up at him.

“Uh huh, little d no. 2, huh? What made you want to buy him a dozen roses?”

“What? Can’t a proud papa bring his son some flowers?”

“Oh, so now you admit he’s your son?”

“I-I didn’t. I mean- Ugh! Here! Just take ‘em!”, he exclaims shoving them into your hands, pushing past you into your room. You swear you hear him mumble “pain in my ass”, to himself. You can’t stop the grin that spreads on your face.

You shut the door, making sure to lock it. Something tells you this isn’t going to be a normal conversation, and the last thing you need is Levi bursting in asking you if you want to watch the latest episode of “Help! My Mystical Girlfriend Turned Into A Cat and Now I Want to Be One Too!”

He sits on the edge of your bed, hands nervously gripping his knees for dear life. His gaze is fixed on a spot on your floor, and you can’t help but tease him.

“My floor that interesting, huh?”

He snaps out of his stupor, turning to look at you. You swear you see him gulp.

“So, what’s up with you? Ever since I came back, I feel like you’ve been distant. I missed you Mams, and now I’m here and you’re avoiding me?”

It takes him a beat, but he squeaks out a small “sorry.”

You hum, a small noise of recognition before scooting a little closer to him on the bed. He visibly tenses.

“Mamm-”

“DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE FIRST MET?”, he nervously lets out, cutting you off. He still won’t make eye contact.

“Of course I do. How could I forget!”, you giggle. “It’s the first time someone threatened to eat me if I didn’t give them all my ‘mortal possessions’”.

He seems to loosen up a bit at the joke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I was kinda a dick back then.”

“Oh? Only back then?”

“Watch it!”

You suppress your laughter as he continues.

“At first, I only saw ya as a pain in my ass. AND ya still are. B-But then I got to know ya and we started doin’ everythin’ together and… I dunno”, he trails off.

“You don’t know…what?”, you question.

He runs a hand over the half of his face not cover by his glasses. His eyes close as he takes a deep breath.

He turns his position to better face you, eyes now looking directly into yours.

“I guess…I dunno when you became so important to me.”

“Oh.”

You’re both quiet for a moment.

“Asmo told me I should tell ya, but I’m no good at this stuff,” he gives a small forced chuckle. “And I probably wouldn’t have realized, but yer leavin’ back to the human realm…I think you took a part of me with ya.”

“Oh.”

“An essentially I guess I’m tryin to say…dammit..I’m tryin to say… GIVE IT BACK, OKAY?!”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden raise in voice. “And how do I go about doing that, Mammon?”

He seems to pick up a bit of his usually bravado, finally getting out with it. “Well, obviously if ya take something from the Avatar of Greed, ya gotta pay it back, with interest.”

You smirk, leaning into his personal space, bringing your face closer to his, eyes glancing down to his lips.

“Oh yeah? Can I sign up for your payment plan?”, you mumble, trying to express your need with your movements.

He almost shoots backwards before catching himself, composing his nerves and moving his eyes to your own lips. “I dunno, ya could be payin’ it back yer whole life. Might still not be off the hook after that.”

“Mmm, I better get started then”, you whisper, leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

He tastes sweeter than you ever imagined, lips slowly molding to your own as you feel goosebumps beginning to form. One of his hands wraps around you, tentatively holding you closer to him, not letting you go, never letting you go.

You lean back after a beat to get some much needed air in your lungs. He shakily breathes out, eyes closed like he still can’t believe what just happened.

You smirk at him as you reach a hand up to his cheek, thumb running gently back and forth.

“Will this destroy my credit, golden boy?”

He opens his eyes, gaze much more intense now as he looks toward you, something unreadable in his eyes.

“No. But… we might just destroy this bed frame”, he grins wolfishly as he pulls you down.

Huh. What do you know? Asmo was right about something.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Thirty

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3529

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“Who the fuck is Yuji L/n?” Hanma asked irritably as he drove the car, while Sanzu sat next to you in the backseat and pressed some cloth that the tall strategist had taken out of the trunk earlier to the wound on your head. 

“He's my older brother.” You replied as calmly as you could. 

"Who? You don't have a brother!" Hanma looked at you using the rearview mirror. 

“Just because I haven't talked about him doesn't mean I don't have one.” 

“Hah, and I thought we knew everything about you when you joined Valhalla.” The man laughed and turned his attention back to driving. “Still bleeding?” 

Sanzu moved the cloth away from your head and you felt his fingers gently part your hair to have a better view. 

“It's just oozing out a little bit.” He replied and sighed. “You could have died, idiot. What were you doing there?" 

“I hope they won't damage my baby.” You ignored Haruchiyo's question again and Hanma smiled broadly. 

"Relax. They will return her to your home safe and sound.” 

“Worry about your condition, not the bike.” Sanzu scolded you. “I will ask one last time and you better answer. What were you doing in the warehouse?” 

"Is it important? The most important thing is that he's alive, Sugiyama is dead, and we know who to look for." Hanma said calmly and you felt the pink-haired man's hand press the cloth to your head a little harder than before. 

You hissed softly in pain and the pressure eased a little. “Yeah, great. Emiko ran away and there will be trouble because of it.” Haruchiyo snorted. “And what's important in general is how Y/n knew where she was being held.” 

“Sometimes boys talk too much. Maybe he heard..." He shrugged. 

“When? He was at my place.” 

Oops... You glanced at Hanma in the mirror, and he shrugged again. 

“Maybe he heard about it earlier and since, as you say, he was at your place…” He chuckled. “If you left him alone, it means our dear Y/n has drunk himself unconscious.” 

“I got a little carried away, I admit it freely.” You tried to joke, but Sanzu snapped his fingers in your ear. “Ouch!” 

“You're about to get hit harder. Why didn't you mention that you knew where she was?” 

“I thought you knew that too…” You shrugged. “Besides, we were both banned from approaching her…” 

“You decided to sneak in there when the guards were down... And Sanzu wasted several hours asking Mikey for permission to attend another interrogation.” Shuji said in a flat tone and you stole a glance at the man sitting next to you. 

"Seriously?" 

“I had permission to ask her a few questions from 5 meters away.” The other growled and Hanma started laughing again. 

"Sorry. I fucked it up.” You said humbly, looking down at your lap. 

"Not completely. You got information out of the guy that Emiko didn't want to tell us... And we will find her quickly. The car had a GPS transmitter...” Hanma explained, stopping the car in an unfamiliar neighborhood and when you got out of the car, you saw a small home clinic. “Come in, the doctor is waiting.” 

Sanzu pushed you forward slightly and as you walked through the door, the smell of sanitizer filled your nostrils. A short woman, whose age you could guess at thirty-something, came out of the room, the door to which had previously been closed, and pursed her thin lips. She frowned at the sight of you and without a word told you to enter the room. 

You sat down on the doctor's couch and Sanzu moved away from you, taking the cloth with him. The woman looked at the fabric and glared at you. 

"Bunch of idiots." She said in a cool tone as she put on disposable gloves and surprisingly gently checked the wound on your head. "You are lucky. There will be no stitches.” 

“He was bleeding profusely…” Sanzu interjected, spreading out the cloth that was almost completely covered in your blood. 

“It's normal for a head wound. From what I understand, it was created during a fight, right?” You nodded slightly and the woman spread her arms. “So, adrenaline pumped the blood, which circulated through the body faster. I don't see anything more than a tiny cut here.” She felt the wound again and smacked. “He doesn't even have a lump. That doesn't mean he can't show up later.” 

She went to the cabinet, took out clean cotton pads and a bottle of wound cleansing fluid, and returned to you. 

“If you experience headaches, migraines, dizziness, etc., go to the hospital immediately. You understand?" She said and as soon as you confirmed, she started cleaning your wound without warning. 

“You could have at least warned…” You grimaced and Hanma smirked. 

“Come on, you're not a little kid.” The doctor grumbled, focusing on thoroughly cleaning the cut skin. “You didn't think about the consequences when you got into a fight, so act like a grown man.” 

You pursed your lips and let her finish. She protected the cleaned wound with some spray and started cleaning the wounds on your face. 

“I see today's fight wasn't the first one this week.” She made a casual comment and for a split second your eyes landed on Sanzu standing against the wall, who only raised one eyebrow. 

“You could put it that way.” 

“If you let yourself get beat up like that, you must be bad at fighting.” Hanma laughed louder at this comment and the woman pointed him to the door. 

“Get out.” She said coldly and the tall man took out a pack of cigarettes and left. “I don't want to see cigarette butts on my sidewalk!” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” He replied to her, and you heard the sound of the door closing. 

“Do you know him well?” Sanzu asked casually, looking around the room. 

"Unfortunately, yes. I know who you are, and I don't want any trouble, that's why I have an agreement with Hanma. I help you whenever possible and your people do not oppress my family.” 

She finished taking care of your face, pulled a small flashlight from her pocket and shined it in your eyes. You immediately squinted and the woman frowned. 

“Have you taken any drugs in the last few hours?” 

“No. I don't reach for such stimulants. I prefer alcohol.” You answered truthfully. 

"What does it have to do with it?" Sanzu interjected, walking closer to you. “He had a head injury…” 

“Standard question.” She interrupted him and the man looked very dissatisfied. “How much alcohol did you drink?” 

“I think... Almost three bottles of strong alcohol.” You shrugged and cringed when you saw the doctor's face. “I have a fast metabolism. It was yesterday and I'm already sober..." 

“Almost two days ago.” Haruchiyo said, looking somewhere to the side. 

"What?" 

“You slept for almost two days.” 

The woman took off her gloves and threw them into the trash along with the dirty cotton pads. You stared at the pink-haired man in shock, not knowing what question to ask first. He left you completely alone in the apartment for so long! What if there was an accident? 

“Go to rehab.” The doctor said without turning to face you. “If you start losing contact with the world for so many hours, you need to give up alcohol. If this happens again, without using stimulants, go to the doctor. Now get out of my sight." 

Sanzu winced at the tone of her voice and opened his mouth to comment, but you grabbed his arm and led him out of the clinic. 

"Shut up." You muttered close to his ear, and he glared at you. 

“Ready to go?” Hanma asked very calmly, completely ignoring the tension between you and Haruchiyo. “I'll drop you both off at your place, Sanzu. You two will clarify a few things calmly in the privacy of your home, and I will report back to Kisaki.” 

“Mikey is the leader, not Kisaki.” The pink-haired man growled, yanking his arm from your grasp. “We're going to the hideout.” He grabbed the slim, tall strategist by the jacket and pulled him towards him, looking straight into his amused eyes. A provocative smile appeared on Hanma's lips. “That's an order, asshole.” 

“But of course, of course. You are our sweet number 2, how could I object?” 

“I'll show you a sweet one, it's been a long time since you've been punched in the face, right?” 

"Hey!" You separated them, seeing a dangerous glint in Shuji's golden eyes. “I want to get this over with. Sanzu, Hanma, please..." 

“Get in the car.” Haruchiyo growled at you, forcefully pushing the strategist whose back hit the side of the car. 

“What a temperament.” The man laughed, straightening his suit. “How do you put up with it, L/n? Tell me your secret.” 

Sanzu slammed the back door of the car loudly and you shrugged, giving the man with glasses a quick glance. “I'm putting up with this just like you're putting up with Kisaki.” 

“Ah, I see.” The man smiled broadly and opened the driver's door. “They're adorable, aren't they? You can't get bored with them.” 

“Yeah... Something like that.” You got into the car next to the still seething Haruchiyo and fastened your seat belt. 

“Cheer up, Sanzu.” Hanma said cheerfully and you set off from the home clinic. “Mikey will definitely ignore Y/n's antics.” 

“You know very well that the chances of this happening are close to zero.” 

“Are you mad at him?” 

"Yes." The man growled and you looked at him closely. 

“I'm angry too. At you.” You said and the man gave you an angry, icy glare. 

“If you had stayed in the apartment, nothing would have happened.” 

“You know that's bullshit, Haru. They would both run away.” 

“Y/n is right…” 

“They would both run away?!” The man screamed, leaning towards you so suddenly that his seat belt tightened, and you tilted your head back to avoid a collision. “So, what, am I supposed to be grateful to you for letting that bitch get away and rob us?!” 

“Hey, don't fight back there.” The tone of Hanma's voice was warning and you couldn't sense any amusement in it, and that didn't bode well. You had to remember that this wasn't the same Shuji Hanma you knew from Valhalla. “Give him a break. You know he's right." 

Sanzu huffed and moved away from you, his back hitting the backrest. 

“If Mikey thinks that Y/n has gone too far this time, you will just eliminate him, and it will be over...” 

“Liquidation is not an option.” The pink-haired man grumbled, looking out the side window of the car. “Yuji L/n is not hunting Mikey, nor is he out to harm the syndicate. At least now.” 

“Oh?” 

“He wants Y/n.” Sanzu explained. 

“So, I don't see the problem.” Hanma smiled slightly and a shiver ran down your spine. “You can always set him up Y/n and kill two birds with one stone. You'll get rid of Mikey's annoying problem, and this Yuji guy will get his hands on a lovely little brother." 

You didn't like the idea and seeing how the scarred corners of Haruchiyo's mouth twitched upwards, you didn't like the idea even more. 

“What do you think, Y/n?” Shuji asked cheerfully and you looked in his direction. 

“I guess I've lost any privileges…” You replied briefly and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sanzu turn his head towards you. 

“Yes, I guess so.” Hanma stopped the car on the side of the road and looked at you over his shoulder. “Well? Change? I always wondered if I would ever transport one of my closest colleagues in the trunk..." 

"Don't waste time, Hanma." Haruchiyo commented on this in a dispassionate tone and took a bottle of pills from his pocket. 

When you finally arrived, there were lights on in several windows. You didn't think Sanzu would take any action regarding Emiko behind your back, but then again, you understood him perfectly. You were still just his bodyguard of sorts, and your henchman status hadn't really changed. A friend and lover only in private, and the woman's questioning was work-related. 

Hanma parked his car right next to Kisaki's, which unusually was in an outdoor parking lot rather than a garage, and you all left the vehicle in silence. Except Sanzu was holding your arm tightly, as if to prevent you from escaping... 

“I won't go anywhere.” You murmured loudly enough for only him to hear and his fingers tightened on your bicep. 

"Shut up. Don’t make it harder.” 

“I'm not going to…” 

“You know we might not be able to save you this time, right?” He growled and you looked down, letting him lead you to the entrance of the building. 

“So why did you take me to the clinic? You could have left everything as it was..." 

“Shut the hell up.” 

You were greeted in the hall by Kakucho, whose slightly surprised gaze fell on you. For a moment he looked like he wanted to say something, but he pursed his lips and showed you the way with his outstretched hand. 

“Mikey is waiting.” He spoke briefly and the four of you headed in the indicated direction. 

“What mood is he in?” Haruchiyo asked, his fingers loosening their grip. 

“He's silent, but he eats.” The black-haired man answered briefly and after crossing another corridor, you entered a room with a large armchair on which a slim figure sat comfortably. 

Mochizuki and Akashi stood silently against one wall, and right next to them stood Kisaki, who was watching you with an undefined expression.��

“Mikey…” Sanzu began as he brought you in front of the Bonten leader and forced you to kneel on the cool floor. “L/n broke the restraining order against Emiko.” 

“Thereby discovering the betrayal of one of the guards and preventing the escape of Daisuke Sugiyama, who revealed the name of the leader of their group just before his death.” Shuji Hanma added in a calm tone. 

“Mikey didn't let you speak, Hanma!” Sanzu shouted nervously and there was silence in which you could hear how hard your heart was beating. You were sure others could hear it too. 

“Where is the woman?” The white-haired leader asked as he finished eating the Takoyaki. 

“She escaped by taking one of the syndicate's cars.” Sanzu replied. 

“What condition was she in, Hanma?” 

“Not the best. She could have been in worse shape, but our people were tracking the vehicle. I can assure you that the woman is not able to run far.” The tall strategist replied in a very confident tone and Mikey let out a soft grunt. 

“So, you didn't get there in time to get the information we wanted out of her.” He said, resting his head on one hand. “But Y/n he did it using another source, right?” 

"Yes, that is true." This time it was Haruchiyo who spoke and there was silence again. 

“Mikey, if I may…” Kisaki tried to speak, but he fell silent, and despite pressing your forehead to the floor, you were sure that he did it because of the syndicate leader's glare. 

“If one source dries up, you have to draw from a new one.” Mikey said very calmly and sighed softly. “L/n…” 

You lifted your head to look at your leader and your eyes locked with his bottomless gaze. 

“Is it true what Sanzu said about Yuji L/n? Is the man who damaged Bonten's business your older brother?” 

"Yes. If I may add something..." 

“We are listening.” His white hair fell into his face, but you knew his eyes were still on you. 

“I believe my brother did not intend to harm Bonten. You are not his target, boss.” 

"Why do you think so?" 

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Otherwise, everyone would know that Yuji L/n is portraying himself as your rival.” 

“And until now we didn't know who to look for. It makes sense." Takeomi muttered and lit a cigarette. 

"Maybe. Keep talking, L/n.” Mikey said, and despite the still tense atmosphere, you sensed no threat from your leader. 

“I'm sure he let Kuroda and the others harm Bonten to separate me from… My…” You couldn't find the right word to describe Sanzu and Mikey raised one eyebrow. 

“Can't you call him your boss while you're in front of me, L/n?” 

“Only you are our boss, Mikey.” You replied a little more quietly and Sanzu shifted from one foot to the other. 

"I see. Continue. Why did he want to separate you from the rest?” 

“Because then I would be an easier target for him.” 

There was silence again, but this time you didn't take your eyes off Mikey. 

“What will you do if you come face to face with him, L/n?” 

Your heartbeat even faster and you felt the blood start to boil in your veins. You took a deep breath, clenched your fists on the floor and, feeling extremely confident, you said out loud what was beginning to arise in your head and heart. 

“It doesn't matter whether Yuji only wanted to get me or not. He allowed his co-conspirators to harm you and all of Bonten. This can only end one way. Yuji L/n’s death.” 

Mikey closed his eyes for a moment and nodded. 

“Get him in order, Sanzu.” He said loud and clear. “This is your last chance, L/n. Kill him or die yourself, but if you manage to win, I will forgive you for the mistakes you have made so far.” 

"I thank you with all my heart." You pressed your forehead back to the cool floor, feeling immense relief. “I won't let you down, boss.” 

You heard the rustle of clothes and soon saw the syndicate leader's feet in front of you. 

“Let it be so. Otherwise, I will personally kill you, Y/n.” Mikey said and moved towards the door. 

As soon as the door closed with a soft click, the atmosphere in the room immediately lightened and a shaky sigh escaped your lips. 

“You must be really lucky, L/n.” Hanma joked, lighting a cigarette as you got up from the floor. 

“And that's damn lucky.” Takeomi smiled and patted you hard on the back. “Try not to give a shit this time.” 

He left the room and Mochi followed him, giving you a short dispassionate look. 

“Hanma, report.” Kisaki growled and both men left the room as well, leaving only you, Sanzu, and Kakucho. 

“Fuck…” The pink-haired man moaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “You're making me go crazy, Y/n.” 

“Are you sure you can do this?” Kakucho asked, ignoring his colleague. 

"I have no choice. It's either me or him." You replied, watching as Haruchiyo swallowed another dose of drugs. 

“But he's your brother…” 

“We have unfinished business. Never mind, Kakucho. It is a long story." You said and the black-haired man nodded. 

“Try to gain strength. Good luck." He left you alone with Haruchiyo, who you shot a cold glance at. 

"What?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. 

“Can I have my keys and phone back, please?” 

The man blinked a few times and pulled your car and house keys from his jacket pocket. “The phone is in the glove compartment.” 

"Thank you." You picked up your things and grabbed his wrist tightly with your other hand. You pulled him closer and looked deep into his eyes. “What was in the water you gave me to drink?” 

"Sleeping pills." He replied calmly, not trying to break free from your embrace. 

"What for? I was drunk enough to not be able to leave the apartment.” 

"I do not think so. You have a fast metabolism.” There was a strange glint in his dilated pupils. “I didn't want you to do something stupid.” 

“I slept for almost two days. How many pills did you give me?” 

“Maybe a bit too much. I only left when you were starting to wake up.” He said and you snorted softly. 

“Don't do that again, Sanzu.” You released his wrist, but the man didn't move away from you. 

On the contrary. You felt his hot breath on your face. 

"Or what? Will you do something to me?” He asked, smiling defiantly and you grabbed his face with one hand, digging your fingers into his cheeks, surprising him. 

“Because I'm actually going to do something stupid.” You said quietly, trying to sound menacing, but you saw a glint of amusement in his bright eyes that you loved to look into, so you let him go. 

Haruchiyo chuckled and placed one of his hands on the back of your neck. “You'll have to try harder if you want to scare me, darling.” He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress a wave of laughter. “I know you love me anyway.” 

Still feeling irritated, you placed a short kiss on his cheek and looked up at his smiling lips. 

“Let's go. I'll take you home.” You said softly and Sanzu laughed loudly, letting you lead him to your car. 

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[baggebythesea]

What if character X became She-Ra?

Adora - the show

Glimmer - All the powers she ever dreamt on PLUS the political power as defacto leader of the princess alliance PLUS the one everyone looks up to for moral judgement calls and the one everyone expects to save them from all the ills of the world. I'm sure that responsibility and call to her overwhemling hubris won't target her crippling insecurities or anythying.

Bow - Wait, who's that masked stranger? It's BOW-RA! HERE TO SAVE YOU, CITIZEN. Plays really well at defence but not the offensive force for the Princess Alliance that Adora was. Also, you know how stressed he is to be the Friend Guy that tries to keep everything together? Now he's the friend-guy with the entire WORLD.

Catra - The Horde is fucking WRECKED in a week. Hordak is dead. Catra sits on the throne. Shadow Weaver… bows for Cat-Ra in deepest respect. She tells her that she was wrong to treat Catra the way she did. She always, secretly, respected Catra. She… YOINK! SWORD STOLEN! HAH, CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT.

Shadow Weaver - Run. Just run.

Angella - Finally she can keep everyone safe. The sound of cannons outside the wall? If she tries REALLY hard sometimes she can block that sound out.

Micha - Would turn out pretty much like Adora, I think.

Lonnie - the war is over in a day. I hope your opinion of "peace" is "magically enforced military dictatorship", because that's what you are getting - regardless of which side she is on.

Entrapta - SCIENCE! Forget heroics, someone just handed ENTRAPTA the master admin password for the entire PLANET! She can run Doom on this thing. Just look out for when she starts overclocking.

Mermista - SEA-RA! (Being a hero is too much like work, once the heroics grow stale. But everything considered the war wouldn't be TOO different from the main show. Also - Sea Hawk would be even more insufferable, singing her praise).

Perfuma - Good vibes for EVERYONE. She would try SO HARD to find peaceful solutions, but once in awhile give in to the temptation of hitting people with flowers.

Frosta - WINTER'S BANE WILL PUNCH EVERYONE UNTIL THE GROWNUPS STOP BEING IDIOTS ABOUT EVERYTHING!

Scorpia - Oh, gosh... um, sorry about breaking stuff?

Hordak - On no, magic is heretic. Not even Horde Prime… can… stand… against it… punches a hole in reality, stomps up to the Velvet Glove "HI FATHER-BROTHER, ARE YOU FINALLY PROUD OF ME?"

[preservationofnormalcy]

For Amy,

Does the fear of hurting people while changed ever go away? I like to spend time with my family while I'm shifted, but I read a lot of posts and hear stories about lycans suddenly snapping and hurting people. I feel in control, but I want to be sure. Also, is it normal to have a pack of people who aren't blood related? Or lycans at all? Mine is mostly human.

Honey, that fear never really goes away, no. It’s not a rational fear, but it’s always going to be there. I still have moments of doubt. If it’s people you trust…a mate, a parent, family, close friends…unless something else is wrong or it’s a particularly tough change, that trust is going to keep both of you safe.

But the oldclaws all say there’s a sort of first-thought, second-thought dynamic, you know? It’s like an intrusive thought. It’s not you, it’s the beast talking. That first thought, as….horrible as it can be sometimes, isn’t you. You’re not a bad person for having it, you’re not being the beast. It’s the follow up thought that defines you.

I remember when I had my oldest. He was just born, I was struggling with postpartum, and on top of that it was a change period. I felt awful, like a…a boiling feral energy I hadn’t felt since the first few changes. Ron, my husband, has always been usually a few days delayed from my change schedule, so he sat with me when I was shifted. He brought Kev over, cradled in his arms.

I didn’t even want to look at him, I didn’t — I don’t want to…say the things I thought, but I was ashamed of them. I still am, a little bit. But Ron put Kev on me, and Kev fell asleep on my side, and I had never felt such peace before.

…sorry. Mother’s Day makes me teary. Oh, god. Hah, I…

Can you get Amy some tissues? Thank you.

Umm. Yeah, your pack. So. I mean, for non-lycans traditionally there’s….rings. Or layers. There’s the pack that’s your close family, like usually blood. Packs that could be your neighborhood or something, then big regional packs. Which one you’re referring to changes based on context, but I’m sure you know that part.

I say traditionally because, yeah, usually it’s blood relations. But I know a lot of younger lycans who aren’t going by that. There’s some growing pains in the regional pack about it. Some people don’t like a tight pack that isn’t blood related, but I’m always like, “what if the blood pack is…I dunno, abusive, or uncaring” like that doesn’t exist for lycans or something. Rubs me the wrong way.

Find your pack where you can. Communicate, communicate, communicate.

And don’t let those idiots tell you not to hang around vampires just because they’re vamps.

[lostfirefly]

In my midnight confessions, when I say all the things that I want to (Bedtime Story Series, Ch. 1)

Welcome to a new series (sorry not sorry) about Buggy and Catherine. This will be a short series of stories in the format of fairy tales that will be dedicated to Catherine's past. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Catherine shares her backstory with Buggy.

Warnings: Egyptiiiiiaaaaan nights, sadness, broken heart, mention of dead parents, I hope "1000 and 1 nights" vibes (@fanaticsnail, thnx!).

Words: 3320

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed , @cyberkittenduck

The title is taken from "Midnight Confession" by The Grass Roots.

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“Why doesn't he want to come to Loguetown?”

“I don't know, Jules. Every time I ask him to come with me, his face changes and he avoids answering. I don't want to pressure him.” Catherine sighed heavily and took a sip of wine. 

“Maybe he killed someone and is afraid to come?” Jules giggled, taking a bite of pizza. 

“What are you saying? You know, sometimes you talk about Buggy in a tone that makes me uncomfortable.” Catherine narrowed her eyes. 

“I'm sorry! I know you're head over heels in love, but I'm worried about you. I don't know, maybe because I don't know him well.” Jules shrugged. “I only talked to him when we spent the night at his place after the desert adventure, and even then he was reluctant to talk because he was busy looking at you.” Jules giggled and smiled mischievously. “God, I still remember you running out of the airport squealing. But, Cathie, even though you call me all the time, send me pictures, I still worry about you. You’re my sister.” 

Catherine laughed. “God, Jules, you remind me of our father right now.”

“Oh, yeah! He'd probably conduct a whole investigation to make sure that his beloved little Catherine was not harmed.” Jules laughed. “I can see that picture. He walks into the living room with a pen and a notepad with ducks and says: Evelyn, our daughter started seeing someone, not just anyone, but he's a clown it seems. I have to find out who he is because we trust him with our Cathie.” 

“And mom says to him, Dylan, stop it and put your notebook in a drawer and better read the newspaper. Our daughter is not going out with a complete idiot.” Catherine laughed and took a photo of them together with Buggy from the shelf. 

Jules put her hand on the table and rested her fist on her cheek. “Yeah, and then mom sits Buggy down to eat her carrot cake, and dad brings two bottles of beer. One for himself, one for your boyfriend. Dad sits down in his chair, crosses his arms, and stares at Buggy, barely blinking. Your clown is embarrassed and doesn't know how to act.”

“Hah, yeah. I think our parents would love him.” She turned the photo to the camera, trying to smile. “Look how cute he is.” Catherine put the photo aside and took a sip. “At least mom and dad had time to see your Ethan. He went on picnics with us, came to dinners. They got to know him. ” Catherine's tears flowed. “But they didn't get to see my Buggy. I'm so sad they'll never meet him, Jules. But you know.. I told them about him when I went to visit them at the cemetery on my last visit to Loguetown. Yeah, I told them about.. You know.. How.. I told them that I’m happy and safe now. I always tell them this so they don't worry.” Catherine wiped her wet eyes. 

“Cath…” Jules reached out to the laptop screen.

“I mis–” Catherine heard a noise in the hallway. “Quiet, I think Buggy is back. Wait!” She listened to the sounds. “Hmm.. No, I imagined it.” Catherine quickly wiped her tears. “I don't want him to see me crying.” 

“Make sure those Egyptian mummies don’t come to get you.” Jules cleared her throat. “Don’t get me wrong, Buggy may be a good guy, and I know you love him, but are you absolutely sure you're safe with him? In every sense, Catherine. I don’t want you to get hurt again. Remember what that bastard Flynnie did to you?”

“Jules, Buggy would never say or do something like that. He loves me.” Catherine took a sip. “Come visit us, and you will change your mind about him. I know that even with all my stories about him, Buggy seems like an asshole to you. But trust me, he's a different person when we're alone. He's kind and funny. He just needs some love and car–.”

The bedroom door swung open and Buggy shuffled into the room, looking upset. 

“Fuck, you scared me!” Catherine jumped out of her chair, startled. “I almost had a heart attack.” She laughed slightly. “Hi.” Catherine reached out, pulled Buggy closer, kissed him on the cheek and saw him become red. “I heard noises in the hallway, and then silence. I thought I imagined it.” 

“No, that was me. I was hungry and went straight to the kitchen.” Buggy glanced at the laptop. “Fuck, I didn’t know you were talking.” He tried to smile. “Hi, Jules.” Buggy quickly glanced at Catherine. “Should I leave?” 

“What? No! No! Don't go anywhere. I think we should wrap it up anyway, we've been talking for two hours. Okay. Jules, I’ll call you tomorrow. I have to feed my blue-haired guzzler. Say hi to Ethan. Bye!” Catherine blew a kiss to her sister. 

“Bye, guys!”

Catherine closed the laptop, leaned her head back on the chair, and ran her knuckles down Buggy's cheek. “You look sad. Is everything okay?” She watched as he nodded silently. “You must be hungry. Come on, let's go into the kitchen, and I'll make you some mac and cheese.” Catherine jumped up from her chair, grabbed Buggy’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen. 

“Give me ten minutes and…” Catherine opened the door and her eyes widened. “Oh, my God! Buggy…” Catherine squeezed his hand and looked at the table where there was a bouquet of blue roses, a bottle of her favorite wine, Chinese food and her favorite sandalwood candles burning. “What is this?”

“Well...” Buggy scratched his head. “I thought it was a while since I set you a dinner with your favorite stupid candles. What have you turned me into, woman? A grown man arranging fucking romantic evenings.”

Catherine stared at Buggy for a long moment, blinking silently. 

“Oh, fuck! That look!” Buggy rolled his eyes and prepared for what would happen next, spreading his arms. 

Catherine squealed, jumping on him, and hugging him with her arms and legs. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. 

“I knew this was gonna happen.” Buggy wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed Catherine’s forehead. “You're welcome, cotton candy.” 

“Love.” Smack. ​​“Love.” Smack. ​​“Love, love, love you!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “You’re my best!” Sma-a-a-a-ack.

“Stop doing this, woman!” Buggy rolled his eyes. “Do you want Chinese food or not? See? It's your favorite. Fucking noodles with shrimp and a ton of sweet sauce.” 

Catherine jumped off Buggy, clenched her fists, squeezed her eyes shut, and started squealing and stamping her feet in joy. She sat down on the chair, picked up her box, and looked at the candles. Buggy sat down next to her and poured her some wine. 

“You still look sad.” Catherine stroked his hair. “Are you worried that you came while I was chatting with Jules? I only had nice things to say about you.”

Buggy exhaled heavily.

“What happened, little bear?” Catherine took his hand and began to stroke her fingers over his palm.

“The show last night. It wasn't perfect.” He pulled his hand away and picked up his beer. 

“What are you talking about? Everything was great. I've heard great reviews for every single act. People love your shows. I love your shows. And I love you. Don’t be sad, better tell me about your day.” Catherine kissed him on the cheek and twirled her noodle around her fork. 

Buggy gestured wildly as he recounted his day, not noticing how he was stealing shrimp from Catherine's portion and how she was eating all of his nuts from his rice. Catherine laughed at his every joke and with a story about Richie chasing the caterer all over the arena. Buggy asked how her day was going, and Catherine laughed even harder, joking that she was finally getting him to take an interest in her person. Buggy was upset, of course, but Catherine quickly solved the problem with an additional portion of shrimp and a kiss on the cheek. 

“You even got me a fortune cookie. Thanks!” Catherine sipped her wine and took one cookie from the box, breaking it open. “Let's see what's in there. Oh! Look! You're about to meet the love of your life.” She set the paper aside. “Meh! You're six months late with your fortune, stupid cookie. I've already met the blue-haired love of my life.” Catherine glanced at Buggy, who became even sadder. “Are you sure you're okay?” She watched him nod. “You're tired. You've been working hard these days. Here's an idea! Let's stay in bed all day tomorrow. We'll order pizza and watch stupid shows. And for now let's get my wine and your beer, and go to the bedroom? What do you think?”

Buggy nodded, took the glasses and went to the bedroom without saying a word. Catherine followed him, quickly changed into a pair of cow pajama bottoms, pulled on his t-shirt, and climbed onto the bed to hug Buggy laying curled up in silence. 

“My Buggy Bear, why are you sad?” Catherine asked softly, stroking his back. “Is something bothering you?”

“Cathie-pie.. Who... Who was with you yesterday?” Buggy asked in a sad tone.

“Where?”

“In the hallway. In the tent. I saw.. You were chatting with a tall handsome guy near the candy machine. I walked past and saw you together.” 

Catherine thought, replaying the day before in her head. “Oh, my God! Buggy! Are you upset because of him? It was some stranger who came to the circus with his son. They asked where their seats were and what the most delicious sweets were. They wanted to buy candies. Are you jealous of the stranger?”

“I’m not jealous. I just. I don't know.” Buggy shrugged and exhaled sadly. “You were laughing loudly. And looked happy. And the cookie.. the cookie said.. Meh, forget.”

“Of course, I looked happy. Because I came to see your show and you. Do you know how happy I’m when I see you on stage? I’m so proud of you at that moment. Although I’m always proud of you, but in those moments especially. Your fangirls sigh for you, and I know that you will go home with me. That's why I looked happy.” Catherine kissed his temple. “You're so funny, my flashy fool. And don't listen to the cookie, she doesn't know what she's saying.” She kissed him on the head a few times and hugged him tighter. 

“If you want to leave, will you tell me? Or.. What if I suddenly become the one to break your heart. Will you tell me?”

Catherine exhaled. “You will not be the one to break my heart, my Buggy Bear. You know, I think you’re in a down mood today, my love. How to cheer you up? How to cheer you up. Oh! I know how to cheer you up. Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?”

“I don't know.” Buggy turned onto his back and laid his head in her lap. “I have never been told a story.”

“What do you mean never?” Catherine rounded her eyes. “And what about that man who raised you? You told me about him. He didn't tell stories?”

“No. Nothing like that happened.”

“No, no! Is that man still alive? I want to kick his ass.” Catherine started running her fingers through Buggy’s hair. 

“Oh, I'd like to see that.” Buggy giggled. “He would be very scared watching you yell at him from the bottom of your height.”

“Go to hell, I'm not afraid of him. And that gray-haired grandfather from the desert? Didn't he tell you any stories?”

“He’s not a gray-haired grandfather from the desert, Cathie-pie. Stop calling him that.” 

“I don’t care. What was his name? Mayli? Meh! Whatever. Every child deserves a fairy tale, Buggy. I wouldn't be surprised if that dude who raised you read fairy tales to that guy whose name is forbidden in our house.” Catherine started running her fingertips over Buggy's forehead. “No! I’ll tell you a fairy tale, and even you're almost 36 but who cares. Let's pretend your story was a little late on the way. Oh, you know, I know a good bedtime story.” She kissed his forehead, started stroking his hair and felt how Buggy snuggled closer to her. “Now close your beautiful green eyes and listen. A tale about how one girl's laughter was stolen.”

Buggy covered himself with a blanket, closed his eyes listening how Catherine began to speak in a half whisper.

“Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a sweet girl named Everlee. She was kind, cheerful and a laugher. Everyone in the village knew and loved her. In the evenings, after university, she helped her mother in the bakery. It was the best bakery in town, there was almost never a free space. In the morning, the premises were filled with the smell of fresh bread, buns and other goodies with crispy crusts and delicious fillings inside. People on their way to work or home always come in to get a bun with hot cheese and fresh coffee or tea.”

“I can even smell the smells you're talking about, cotton candy.” Buggy felt Catherine hug him tighter. 

“Oh, yes, I can smell them too.” Smack. 

“One day, a young man named Flynnie started dropping by the bakery. He came in every evening, hoping to see Everlee. And one day, he asked her out for a walk. Everlee had been on dates before, but this date seemed special to her. She was young, and she was impressed that Flynnie came to the bakery just to see her every evening.” Catherine gently stroked Buggy's body, feeling how with every movement of her hand he became more relaxed. “Flynnie brought Everlee magical flowers that changed their color depending on the time of day. He took her for walks in the forest, where they met the most magical animals. Antelopes from under whose hooves little marshmallows appeared, birds that wove decorations from candies. Everlee loved to walk in this forest. She continued studying, to help her mother in the bakery, spend time with her family, and it seemed to her that she began to fall in love with Flynnie. One day, Everlee's family noticed that she began to laugh less. Her ringing laughter always sounded in their house, but there was less of it.”

“What? Why?” Buggy opened his eyes.

“It turned out that Flynnie was an unusual guy, he was an evil wizard who decided to steal Everlee's laughter. She did not notice it until, one day, Flynnie cast a spell on her. He said that Everlee was too cheerful, and it irritated people and especially him, and she would not laugh until she met her true love. And she would not meet her, because she would lose her cheerful character forever. He snapped his fingers and Everlee stopped laughing. The wizard locked her laughter in a cage and turned her heart into stone.”

“NO!” Buggy blushed. “Sorry. I didn't think I would say it so loudly. What happened next?” 

“My little bear is intrigued.” Smack. “Everlee's parents tried to make her laugh, but she was afraid to do it. Because of the curse, she believed that she irritated people. Everlee’s family took her to different villages to good witches, who tried to cure her with decoctions of various aromatic herbs. Nothing helped. The sorcerer continued to return to Everlee's house, trying to strengthen the spell, but her family drove him away with magic water and special amulets. They hung them on the door so that Flynnie could no longer enter their house and torture poor Everlee, who spent her days cowering in her room. Everlee had a magic mirror that she looked into every morning and didn't recognize herself. She cried and asked the mirror to help her get back to her old self, but it said it couldn't help. The mirror only said that Everlee must find her love. But how? Everlee knew that Flynnie broke her heart by casting the curse. She believed in him, she trusted him. But he turned out to be evil, who tried to take away all the good that was in her and Everlee cried during the nights a lot because of it, because Flynnie took a part of her soul and her heart. But Everlee was lucky. She had a wonderful family. Their love and support helped partially break the curse.”

“Why partially?” Buggy asked quietly, taking Catherine's hand. 

“Because the curse was strong. After six months, many good guys have tried to resolve the spell by asking Everlee out on a date. But they weren't able to make it all the way to the end. Time after time, the spell grew weaker. Everlee felt she became old self, but she was afraid to laugh for a long time, although she tried. Her family brought toys and goodies that broke the spell a little at a time. But it wasn't enough. Over time, thanks to her family, Everlee began to laugh again, but it seemed to her that it was not the same laugh as before.”

“Cotton candy…”

“Yes, my love.”

“Is Everlee okay now? Did she manage to remove the spell completely?”

“Oh, yeah. Everlee was almost completely fine. And many years after those events, Everlee went to an amazing sand country, to change her surroundings, to have some rest and look at new amazing animals. But suddenly she met the one who finally destroyed the last little traces of Flynnie's spell. She met true love, even though the villain said it would never happen. And now Everlee is happy that she can not be afraid to be herself. She laughs again as before, knowing that the love of her life will not turn her heart into stone, because he makes her laugh every day. And she's happy every day when she wakes up next to him, and she loves him very much. She knows that his love will not allow Flynnie or anyone else to cast a spell on her again. Because he protects her and will drive away any villain from his precious Everlee. Every morning Everlee wakes up and realizes that she's finally cured. The end.” Catherine kissed Buggy in his forehead. “Did you like the story?” 

Buggy looked at Catherine for a long time. He sat down on the bed, leaned his back against the headboard and Catherine immediately curled up under his armpit, feeling Buggy hold her tightly in his arms. 

“Cathie-pie…” Buggy said quietly, as gently as he could, as if afraid to disturb the fragility of the moment. “How old were you?”

“21.” 

“If we ever meet this fucking Flynnie, will you tell me it's him?” 

Catherine laughed, “What, are you going to scare him with your chop chop thing?”

“We'll see.” Buggy kissed her on the head. 

“I can already see you…” Catherine placed her hand on his chest. “What do you call it when your parts spin? Chop Chop Flannon?”

“Cannon.” 

“Sorry! You have so many of your chop chop things.” Catherine started smiling. “I even see this picture. Flynnie comes in and thinks he's dealing with a normal person, but surprise, shithead! My blue-haired hero split into pieces and kick Flynnie’s ass.” Catherine pecked Buggy on his nose. “Thank you, my silly clown.”

“For what?” 

“For breaking the curse until the end. For teaching me to laugh again, like I did before.” Catherine hugged Buggy around his waist. “I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.”

“I love you too, my cotton candy. And I promise I never never never hurt you.”

“I know, don't worry.” 

“And you know what? Let's go to the bakery? After your story, I wanted a bun with hot cheese.” 

[lazyrezi]

Tj klune books ranked by me based on pure vibes, re-read potential, angst to humor ratio and MY OBJECTIVELY CORRECT OPINION:

Tales of Verania - LISTEN! LISTEN!!! These books are insane and I don't even know if I mean it in a good way tbh. The characters are all on crack. It's both corny (HAH if you know you know) and raunchy. YES the humour is a bit out there and sometimes the sex scenes/jokes are almost too much for my virgin eyes. Are these books "good"? You're asking the wrong question! They're fun and you WILL have fun reading them!!! It's very self-aware, tongue in cheek also sometimes a little too cheesy for my liking.

Oh, also, there are lesbian and emo dragons and magic and monologuing villains and a prophecy because OF COURSE THERE IS. These books will not change your life, but they will make you laugh and maybe cringe and feel. I am thinking about rereading it for the vibes. 10/10 would recommend BUT ONLY if you can get silly with it!!! No doom and gloom!!! (Okay, maybe a little doom and gloom....)

Green creek - ANGST. WEREWOLVES. GAY POSSESIVE WEREWOLVES. FOUND FAMILY

(weird age gap relationships I'm so sorry I hate it too and I hate how easy it would have been to just not do that but oh well)

MORE ANGST.

It's been a minute since I have read these books but oh boy they had me in a chokehold for MONTHS. Full disclaimer I have not read the last book AND STILL I am fully confident in recommending these books.

Ngl there is more weird shit in these books than I care to list. IT DOESN'T MATTER. If the tales of verania characters are on crack then these ones are living in a straight up soap opera. People leave. They hold grudges. THEY HAVE AMNESIA? They have enemies as well. Buildings blow up, people die ohymgod the melodrama never ends and. That is. SO FUN. albeit a different kind of fun but still. Fun times all around. I have finished reading these books and immediately reread them which should tell you everything you need to know. 10000/10

The extraordinaries - imagine you're watching a movie where a scene is coming up that just gives you THE WORST second hand embarrassment - now imagine it isn't a scene in a movie, it's three books and it's every page of all three books. Just sheer unadulterated second hand embarrassment.

Now if you look inside yourself you might find that your feelings are misplaced. The main guy isn't embarrassed and neither should you be! Life is all about falling on your ass and making an idiot out of yourself in the process and it's okay! It's okay. At least that's what I kept telling myself while reading these books.

No, but in all seriousness. These books are good fun. The greatest thing about tj klune is that he will take ANY theme and make it gay. We have gay superheroes. Gay werewolves. Gay magical beings. Gay ghosts! I as someone who regularly wonders why the media I am consuming isn't more gay, am a fan. I want him to do it all. Gay cowboys! Gay astronauts! GIMME IT.

These books I will not reread because I fear I might just die from the second hand embarrassment. It's so bad. But! It's also good! Educational fun. Wholesome love. Some minimal melodrama. 7/10

Oookay. Time for the stand alone books!

The house in the cerulean sea - okay don't hate me but this ain't my favourite. It's everyone else's tho! So I'm sure there is something to it. I think this is what you think of first when you hear tj klune - everyone knows this one, everyone loves it. It's like the popular kid in school. I, as a stubborn contrarian cannot abide this.

Still there is a lot going for this one. It takes you on a journey in a way a book should. And I personally love old gays being in big gay love so I can't complain.

But I will nonetheless.

So the thing about this book is that it's very innocent. And there isn't much angst just a minor misunderstanding that is pretty much quickly resolved. The big confrontation at the end is also quickly squashed by *checks notes* people talking to each other? I mean. It's nice! I would like it to work like that irl. In stories however.... I like a little more angst and anguish personally. There are also a lot of kid characters in this one which is FINE tj klune is actually pretty good at writing kids realistically (even special magical kids) but it's just not for me. I say that but I will be buying the sequel next month so jokes on me. The whole book was just a little too on the nose for my liking but it's still a very cosy read. Also someone pointed this out but WHY is this book so British? None of his other books are set in Britain and this one is set in a magical world so what's up with that?

Despite all my complaints I have reread this book twice. I don't know either. 8/10

In the lives of puppets - first tj klune book I have ever read and seeing as I have since then read everything written by this man I think you know this one is a good one. IT'S SO GOOD. It has everything!! Robots. Found family (families always find each other in tj klune stories). Asexual main guy. ROAD TRIP. Wholesome fun and existential crises for the price of one! 9/10 docked a point only because I don't think I'll be rereading it again. Also the romance was a bit weird BUT! It did grow on me. Like mould.

Under the whispering door - you would think this one would be an easy 10/10. Doomed love story (also gay 'cause of course it's gay), lessons about redeeming yourself, coffee shop and ghosts and and. Honestly it's been a minute since I've read this one. But what I remember is the ending.

Call me pessimistic but I don't think love should bring you back from the dead SORRY. IMMA SAY IT. Main guy should have stayed dead! Think like "the love was there, it didn't save anyone but it was there" vibes. Expect! Here it did save someone! Ridiculous concept! I buy ghost dogs but I WILL draw the line at being brought back from the dead. (The dog isn't brought back in case you're wondering). And it's such a shame because I really like the themes about death and redeeming yourself and it has such good potential! Unfortunately it suffers a serious case of not-working-for-me. Listen can I explain to you why this book didn't hit the same as the rest? Noo. All I know is that I read this book and immediately forgot about it. And unlike the house in the cerulean sea it looks like so did everyone else. Seriously tho. Anyone a big fan of this one? 6/10.

[shatcey]

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Well… I'm a kind of surprised myself how far it have gone. So, there was a task in X/Twitter to write about the wedding with the guys from the second part of the event. I chose Vivi only because I probably have a thing for black hair… No, that's a lie (probably), I just think it's the most suitable option out of these four. So, for the inspiration, I looked at the other answers, and someone mentioned jealousy as a reason to ruin the wedding… I decided who it would be. And… the question arose, why would I marry Vivi in the first place?.. That's how this story came about. It is quite long. Like I said… I'm surprised myself. Somewhere in the middle, I thought how stupid it was, but Vivi wouldn't let me drop it. The last part was the most difficult, but this time Alfons wouldn't let me quit. These men are merciless towards me. I used colours to lines different characters (it's easier to me to see). William, Liam, Harrison, Elbert, Alfons, Ellis, Jude, Roger, Victor. Yeah… 3 purple ones… I still haven't figured out how to use more colors… And Roger is green because there is no another blue.

How did I let myself get involved in this mess? Once again, I asked myself as I closed the distance to Vivi. No, really, this is my most idiotic decision. Not mine, but Vivi's… I just have no idea how I became a part of it.

The answer is simple. I was just too upset after a serious fight with Alfons and felt completely drained. It wasn't our first fight, but usually Alfie would slip away somehow and it would all be over before everything fell apart, but not this time… I don't even remember how it started. But I said everything that had been accumulating in me for months, and which he had somehow managed to evade all this time. And for once he didn't laugh it out, he got really angry. Maybe I said something that he didn't like, but I don't even have a clue what it was… I've said so much…

And right after he left, slamming the door, Victor found me. And he was so kind and understanding… It was the exact opposite of what I was used to. I cannot say Alfons is insensitive or indifferent… It's just so difficult with him. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who wants this relationship. Maybe that's how it is.

Alfons disappeared for almost a week, and after his return, I didn't even try to talk to him. It's not because I haven't missed him or worried about him all this time. Just… I still felt empty. It's like something important has disappeared from my heart.

*Back in a few days*

Lounge

Kate, can I have a moment of your time?

I look in the direction the voice. Vivi stands in the doorway and smiles charmingly at me, I could only manage a weak nod. Feeling several gazes on me, I tried my best to ignore them.

Right after Kate left.

Is that what I think it is? - Harrison

What? What? - Liam

Maybe... - Roger

(Alfons continues to stare at the door with an absolutely stony expression)

What is it? You have to tell me!

Vic decided to take the initiative while someone was playing the victim.

(Roger look at Alfons but he still showed no signs of hearing them)

But Kate is not so easy to win over…

Hah… Have you tried?

(Harrison smile teasingly)

What do you think?

I think you tried, and she didn't even notice…

(The smile vanished from Harrison's face)

But this is Victor… nothing is impossible for him…

You think too highly of him.

Wanna bet?

Don't you think Kate looked sad?

(No one answered, but there was agreement in the air)

So… Who wanna bet with me?

At the same time, in the Victor's office

Kate, you look rather pale, how are you feeling?

I'm fine… I'm sorry to worrying you.

I'll make you some tea. Everything looks better after a cup of tea.

(He smiled at me, and I just nodded in agreement)

Well… since you're so upset, I feel it's my duty to help you. How about we getting married?

I definitely imagining things

Sorry… What did you say?

(Victor turns to me with a big smile, holding cups in both hands)

Let's get married? It will definitely make you feel better.

I don't understand…

You will… Just trust me.

(He put the cup on the table in front of me and sat down opposite)

It just so happens that I have a wedding dress ready for you. Lucky, isn't it?

(I look at him and can't make sense of what he's saying. This must be a joke, right)

Is this some kind of assignment?

(Vic blinks, holding the cup inch away from his lips, but still takes a sip before answering)

Of course not. If this were a task, I would start with this.

But then what…

Your tea is getting cold…

(I look at the cup and obediently take a sip. Warm tea didn't unravel the secret of Victor's strange words)

So, it's decided! This weekend.

(I look at him only to make eye contact with his jewel-like eyes staring straight at me)

I don't und...

Would you like a scone? I just baked them… they're still warm…

(The smell of freshly baking filled the air, and my stomach growl)

Oh, dear.. You're hungry… Maybe I should bring something more significant?..

(I take a bite)

It's tasty… Thank you…

(There's definitely something wrong with me… How could I let him distract me? How could I forget?)

*Nowadays*

Very early Saturday morning

Rise and shine, beautiful!

(I jump at the very bright and enthusiastic voice)

Come on, we have so much to do… But there's not much time left. Liam…

(The last part was addressed to the door, which instantly swung open, and another hyperactive person rushed in like a whirlwind)

I'm so excited! Let's do… Where do we start? Let's get dressed… no… It's too early… makeup… or a hair?

Calm down. What's happening?

Oh, don't tell me you forgot. We're getting married today!

That was a joke…

No, it wasn't. I'm leaving you in Liam's capable hands…

Victor.... wai~...

(But he's already gone)

So...

(Liam's eyes are shining with curiosity)

Tell me… How long have you been hesitating between them two?

I am not!

(This didn't discourage him in the slightiest)

Regardless of who you stay with… He will be very happy…

(I was ready for anything but his sad expression. Oh, Liam… Why are you sad all of the sudden?)

Let's make them all regret that you didn't choose him. Vic was really lucky…

(I didn't have a chance to object or even get a word in, he pulled me out of bed and dragged me into the bathroom… to wash…)

In the garden

It's a nightmare. That's it, it's just a nightmare. I don't see any other options. I walk to the smiling groom, but… It wasn't the man I love, but Vic. I… how? Why am I doing this? If it was Will, I would at least think he made me do it, but no… I am in full control of my body. A smiling face with a bright jewel-like eyes appears in my mind's. He said, trust me and I trust.

(Vic takes my hand and smiles at me warmly)

Dear lovers - began Will, who had appointed himself to be officiant, and a sudden realization struck me. What am I doing? I don't wanna get married! Certainly not for Victor. Someone safe me!

(And, as if on cue, the door of the mansion opens, and Alfons runs out into the garden)

I told you so…

How do you always manage to win?

He didn't say a word, he just came up to me, took my bouquet, threw it to the guests and led me to the mansion. No one said a word to contradict him.

As soon as the door closed behind them

So… Who wants a cake?

William laughs merrily.

You don't seem upset…

He planned it! - Harrison

What? Didn't you want to marry Kate? - Liam was genuinely surprised.

Vic smiled, but didn't say anything.

Why did we participate in this farce to begin with? - Jude

He paid you… - Ellis

Elbert looked at the bouquet in Liam's hands.

It's so beautiful… Wait a minute… isn't that…

So... the cake?

Kate's room

He didn't let go of my hand all the way to my room, but he didn't say a single word. If I didn't know him better, I'd think it was his twin. Serious, quiet and collected. Not often I see this side of his, so sometimes forget.

Ahm… thank you…

I couldn't look him in the eye, but at least I had to say it.

So you didn't want to get married after all?..

The harsh tone of his voice made me flinch. He took a deep breath, and suddenly his voice turned into a soft purr…

I'm not mad at you.

I finally found a courage to look at him. He looks tired. More than usual.

This right-hand man is manipulating both of us so splendidly…

I blink in suprise.

Right… You didn't notice…

He smirked bitterly.

He tricked the manipulator, he's even more skilled than I thought…

What?

He shook his head and took a step towards me. I mirrored his movement. He seemed really pleased with my action. I took another step towards him, and this time he mirrored. I smiled, took one last step towards him and hugged him. The sweet smell enveloped me, and I finally felt at peace. Is that what I was missing? Is that what I yearned so much?

But in the end… I have to thank him.

Who?

Alfons laughs, hugging me even closer.

You my poor little robin… I'll never let you go!

dividers @.sweetmelodygraphics

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[truskawkowydiabel]

I don't even care anymore if no one reads this. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR TOO LONG, I feel like it's eating away at my brain.

Darko once mentioned during fashion week that he was the only one in Dark Core who was interested in fashion (? maybe I remember it wrong, I'm sorry 🙏🙏). Either way, I'm wondering if his way of dressing up could be put under some specific category. I came to the conclusion that "rivethead" would describe his outfit perfectly, the buckles, the coat, EVERYTHING. The rivethead subculture is sometimes classified as a subtype of goth (Darko is an edgelord, I only see him as an old goth.. 😔) PLUS Because the Dark Core oil rig is (or rather "was" hah) so industrial, this makes me associate him even more with rivetheads and very much with industrial metal. Every time I listen to a kmfdm song, I think about Darko... (It's already spoiled my brain ;( )

Well, look at this idiot and tell me he doesn't listen to KMFDM or that "I <3 not" is not his fav song. It's impossible...

[revivemyreverie]

wait im nosy sorry but what if I also said ∅ frosty judgement from coppelia on a humble crab or da twins on tiara ^_^

❤️‍🔥.

Mr. Loire is…interesting…to say the least. He’s my upperclassman, so I expected him to be a little more mature than most of the students, so I was shocked to be met with such an unserious character.

Personally, I’m not a fan of people who are like him. I understand if someone’s way of handling things can be lax, but Mr. Loire can take things to an irresponsible degree if he wants. It gets on my nerves sometimes.

His dating reputation too… Call me virtuous, a prude, whatever, but if what I hear of Mr. Loire is true… wouldn’t it be better to at least tear into him a bit for breaking hearts like that? That's would I would do if I were dating him anyways.

Oh who am I kidding, I think I'd do something worse!

⚒️.

Tiara is an odd classmate, simply put. Me and Ransom met him by helping him out with finding his classrooms. He ended up trying to give us gems as payment, but we both refused. After that, I spotted a bunch of students wearing Tiara’s stuff…it gets me a bit annoyed. 

Only idiotic rich kids like Tiara can just give their stuff away on a whim unlike us poor folk who have to fight tooth and nail to keep something as precious as an antique. But I guess its not as bad as fighting for the items to give back as if you’re some robin hoo—

🛠️.

Who the hell gives out gems that cost way too much money, much less give them to the person who was trying to get you them BACK?!! I get that Tiara’s a nice guy, but doesn’t he ever wonder if, I don’t know, he shouldn’t be giving away stuff that could feed a whole neighborhood?!

Hah, anyways. He’s ok; lacks a considerable amount of money awareness, but I've seen worse. I don't really accept his gems either. Yeah, it might be detrimental to me since I'm not exactly of high class, but I'm someone who believes in self-sufficiency. Plus, its weird to get paid for hanging out with someone, makes me feel like I'm under some sort of binding contract, you know?

Ugh, now I gotta find a way to give this stuff back to him without crapping on his feelings too bad...

[tigereyes45]

30. aos mcspirk. its angst time, poor bones dealing with his idiots lol

This is from the angst dialogue prompt asks. 30 was:  "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay." I hope yall don't mind that I broke the quote up a little bit and shifted it around some. :) You can find the list of prompts here.

This story is also on Ao3. You can read it here.

Summary:

The triumvirate are trapped on a planet as animals hunt them down. Spock is injured, and McCoy is running out of options when Kirk finally returns.

Story:

Light green blood covers McCoy's hands as his nails barely manage to dig in and rip open the science blue fabric. Breathlessly he continues to repeat the mantra he began when Spock was still conscious. "You're okay. You've been through worse Spock. You're fine. You're okay. Please, you have to be."

It’s less grounding without Spock’s snarky retorts.

With a strip of Spock’s shirt, he presses it down on the wound in the middle of Spock’s abdomen. At first he was terrified that the saber had gone through his heart. Now he can see it had missed. Bones presses a white, cloth pad from his med kit against the middle of the wound. Shit. It doesn’t even cover half.

There’s shifting in the shrubbery. Leonard’s hand flies toward Spock’s phaser. The vulcan’s hold was tight. Instead of fighting to wrench it out, the doctor holds Spock’s hand up, finger pressed between Spock’s on top of the button. Purple leaves shift and shake as something pushes its way through. Brown spots are scattered around the ground. They move and shift as the orange night light shines through the moving, leaves.

If he were a soldier, Leonard would have fired. Instead, his body tenses up, waiting, one hand on Spock’s abdomen and the other around the phazer. If he were a soldier the first sight of yellow would have been shot clean off. A bald spot where dirty, shoved-up, blonde strands used to be. A nice shiner.

Jim better be grateful that he’s never been a soldier.

As the captain fumbles through the last of the foliage, McCoy drops Spock’s phaser. He’s up and racing towards Jim, as Spock’s hand thuds into the red dirt. The doctor turns back, quickly throwing out a brief, “Sorry Spock”, then he’s at Jim’s side. Arms out, catching the captain just as he starts to fall.

Jim’s knees scrape the ground as McCoy tightens his arms, and lifts the captain back up.

An arm loops around Leonard’s neck. Sweetly Jim mutters, “Glad to see you’re still in one piece Bones.”

Despite his nerves, a single, “Hah!” escapes McCoy. The tension in his arms eases as he takes the sight of Jim in. Kirk smiles. It pulls a smile out of himself. He could light a candle with just that smile, and this dark cave could use quite a few.

“That’s my line.” Jim’s other arm is stretched across his chest, holding his right side. There’s no red seeping through his golden-yellow uniform. Good. McCoy holds Jim’s arm on top of his shoulders. He rests his other hand on top of Jim’s uninjured side. “Just gotta get ya across this cave.”

McCoy carefully lays him down next to Spock. Jim pushes himself up onto his knuckles. They drag up red soil as he scoots himself back against the wall. There’s red soil back on Earth. Leonard reminds himself. Some clay is red. It can dye the dirt surrounding it. Sometimes you get puddles or red water.

Even out here, trapped on an alien planet, who knows how far away from home (Spock would know), some things are familiar. McCoy crashes to his knees between Spock and Kirk. He lifts Jim’s shirt to see an all too common sight. A giant bruise covers his side. Leonard blinks away sweat. He wills his body to cool off, as he feels around for the medical tricorder. Brown eyes trained on Jim’s side. “Got any other wounds I should know about?”

“None, doc.” Jim’s waving him off. When McCoy makes no effort to move from his side, Kirk pushes his shoulder away. “So focus on Spock.”

“Jim you come stumbling in here and-”

“Bones!” Jim cups his face. “Look at Spock.” It comes out like an order. Man does he hate it when Jim uses that tone. It’s one that expresses no room for argument. Focus up, buckle down, and get the job done, as if looking after him wasn’t his damn job.

Leonard twists his body to look back at Spock. The cloth patch is still lying where he dropped it. Blood is seeping through the wound right past the patch. In fact the bottom of it, was the only part that had sucked up any of this mess at all.

Damn it! Of course it hasn’t stopped. What, he presses his hand over the wound for five seconds while half blind with fear, and that’s enough. All those years of medical school, and he lets his judgment get clouded right when Spock needs him most. Finding a bruise on Jim Kirk is like finding red in a bowl of skittles. He should have kept a closer eye.

Bones wants to run a hand through his hair. He wants to clench it, and pull, threatening to rip out the strands as he thinks and centers himself, but he can’t. If he does his hands will be even filthier and running through the wild vegetation, past hills, digging through dirt, and working through blood has already caked his hands. There’s just a mouth’s worth of water left in his canteen too. Perfect.

Instead, he wraps the torn strip of Spock’s shirt along his waist. With one hand he lift’s Spock’s lower back up and pulls the stip under it.

“You keep looking like that and for my next birthday we’re going to have to drink to our good health alone.”

“I’d still have my eyesight.” The world can count on Jim running his mouth like it can count on a working clock to tick. “My hair thanks you.” McCoy’s hands steady. He’s finally able to finish the knot. Thank god for that mouth.

“Great job Bones.” Kirk sounds like he’s holding back a laugh. McCoy glances at him worried he’s gotten cottonmouth from something on this forsaken planet. Instead Jim’s smile. His eyes are half-lidded, but he was out of breath when he made it in.

Too bad rest is the one thing they can’t afford. “Stay awake Jim.” McCoy orders, as he digs through his medical bag for a second patch. Though he’d take anything clean to put on Spock’s wound at this point.

“I am Bones.” All that energy he has on the shore leave, or in the middle of a mission is back. “I am.” Jim’s smile shifts into a smirk, and Bones returns to looking for cloth. At the very bottom he finds a single, widespread bandage. It’s enough to cover the top half of the cut. Not nearly what he wanted but it’ll do.

With how often he has to make do with not nearly enough, he should be considered a goddamn miracle worker. “You’re lucky I’m still out here.” Bones mutters, as he rips the cover off the back. “After all we’ve saved Earth. Twice now. I could be off enjoying an early retirement on some pleasure planet with that kind of reputation.”

“You? A pleasure planet?” Jim laughs, and somehow that mockery is still comforting. “Bones you’d leave after a week.”

“Ya know I’d have a lot more energy if I wasn’t always saving you two!”

“Come on Bones, you’re way better at being a damsel in distress than us.”

That didn’t even make sense. Of course, he’d go with wit over matter.

“Bones.” Leonard rips the sleeve off his shirt. “Bones.” Delicately he pour the minimum amount of water onto the strip. “Bones?”

Careful hands gently press along the torn skin. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

Surprise stills his hands. Brows furrowing, he looks up at Jim, unable to hide his concerns. “What for Jim?” He usually doesn’t start talking like this until his birthday.

“For dragging you to space.” Jim’s head bobs back hitting the wall. A somber look on his face. It doesn’t suit him. Sad looks like those never have.

Bones returns his attention to Spock. Once again he starts to clean the injured vulcan. Steady breathing made clear by the slight rise and fall of his chest. It’s comforting to see him moving. A still patient can be a gift, or a curse, and a silent Spock is eerie at best. He should be awake, should be picking a fight with Jim or himself, should be lecturing them on the rules they’ve broken, and the ways this could have been avoided.

Jim wouldn’t be so sad if Spock’s wit was here to challenge him. “I know you would have gone back to Earth after the Nero incident. Probably be happy somewhere down there.”

Where? Earth? Not a chance. That’s why he left it in the first place. Starfleet was the only option. Well, that’s not true. He could have gone anywhere with his skills. Starfleet was just the fastest way to get himself as far away from everything he wanted to leave behind. “I’m glad I’m here Jim.”

Kirk scoffs. “Yeah right.”

“I am,” and honestly yeah he was. Those years at the academy were some of the most fun in his life. Maybe everything on the Enterprise hasn’t been hunky dory, but it’s never boring. Jim’s there to keep him on his toes. Spock’s the easiest person to tease. “Who else would’ve been able to bring you back from the dead?”

Jim’s laugh is easy but stilted.

“Besides, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.” It wasn’t easy moving on. It never is. Jim and Spock made the transition a little smoother. From Earth into Space. From short missions to a five-year adventure.

From single life to sharing a room with not one but two assholes.

Okay, three counting himself, but he’s always been stuck with that one.

It only takes a handful more minutes to clean the last of the drying, green blood off of Spock. “It’s like scratching paint off a banister,” McCoy mutters. His blood runs cold. Silence fills the cave.

In a panic, McCoy checks Spock’s pulse as he twists his neck back to look at Jim. The captain lays unconscious, body slumped a little more heavily against the wall. Spock’s pulse was steady. His stomach settles, before jumping into his throat as he grabs the handle of his medkit.

 "Damn it, Jim!” Callous fingers runs along the tight stitching as they search for the one piece of metal they need. “Of course the one time your big mouth could save you, you go and run out of shit to say.” He runs the tricorder over the whole of Jim’s body now. Starting with that bruise. As it runs he mutters impatiently, “You've got to be okay. You've got to be.” It beeps. As he brings it up to his eyes in the low light he continues to pray. “Please. Please be okay."

Elevated levels of adrenaline. Not surprising, but also not great. Heart rate is declining, and his blood pressure is dropping. Okay. Not good but he should have a hypo to stabilize all of that. No poisons, no sudden deadly diseases, there are several other bruises on his body he had been hiding. Then it announces the culprit behind his loss of consciousness in bolded black letters.

He has a concussion.

“Jim!” McCoy shouts, forgetting about the group of animals hunting them down. He pulls out a hypo. Bones glances back at Spock as he huddles over his medkit, preparing the hypo’s concoction.

Quickly he injects it into Jim’s shoulders. He holds Jim by the side of his face, watching as the readings return to normal on his tricorder. “I need you to wake up Jim.” He runs his thumb along the top of Kirk’s cheek. “Please open those bright blues.”

But he doesn’t. McCoy’s left sitting there on his knees, pleading for Jim to wake up. Wishing Spock hadn’t slipped out of consciousness a while back. Alone in a cave that’s losing light, on an alien planet, with a pack of animals hunting them down, and no nearby natives to ask for help, or a way to contact the Enterprise.

McCoy drags Spock’s body carefully, closer to the wall of the cave. Once there he sets the vulcan down to his left facing away. He cradles Spock’s head in his lap. Then Leonard moves Jim so he’s leaning on his right shoulder. He wraps his hands around one of theirs each and embraces the silence. Out of habit, he starts to count their breaths. Jim’s always the fastest breather. Of course he can’t do anything slow. This time though, Jim’s is slow. Slow and steady. So very unlike Kirk, but the best he can expect right now. Spock’s is even slower. For every four of Jim’s breathes he counts one for the vulcan. They’ve got a good tempo going. One any band or orchestra could play by. Then there’s his own, and he’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to lose count soon. It’s not erratic but far faster then it should be.

Fearful.

The sound of a powerful gust moves through the trees.

It’s the Enterprise. They’ll find them. Then he can save these two. With warm rooms, biobeds supplying all the data he needs, and access to all the best tech in starfleet. Any minute now and he’ll have them back.

Even if it’s only a comforting lie it's all Leonard has. He’s not as great at the whole lifting spirits with speeches as Jim. Nor can he use such an unerring logic to prove his points that no one has cause for doubt, like Spock.

"I'll never forgive you two if ya leave me here alone." In vain he squeezes their hands. Nothing changes.

[pikaflute]

alright here are some interactions between my sam and max vices love wins

wrath - as soon as the two lock eyes it's ON. wrath max shoots a ton of bullets into wrath sam but wrath Sam tanks them all and punches Max in the face. Wrath Max likes it though and is like 'oh :D finally a challenge!!!' and launches himself at Sam. They tussle for like a hour with Max trash talking Sam and Sam growling in approval at the trash talk.

envy  - initially, envy max gets mad at envy sam ('why do I have to be with someone as annoying as you?') and envy sam disappears with a :( sorry. After a while though, envy max starts freaking out because he's all alone and sam isn't coming back and he blames himself and thinks that Sam hates him but envy sam reappears because he doesn't want Max to feel bad and he feels guilty that he made Max feel bad. They just hug and cry it out :( poor guys

greed - no one touches greed max's hoard and lives, so when greed sam tries to steal from greed max he hisses and bites him on the hand. greed Sam just takes Max back to his pile of stuff instead. Max then starts stealing stuff from Sam's pile and takes it back to his hoard. Sam notices this and starts stealing stuff from Max's hoard and this kinda goes on until the two have pretty much switched hoards. Idiots ❤️

gluttony - at first, they try eating each other. when that doesnt work they basically have a contest to see who can eat the most. Max thinks he has the advantage because of his big ass mouth but Sam is a little more aggressive in this form and will fight Max for a fudgy pop. They end up biting each other more than the food they're trying to eat

sloth - they are fucking NAPPING!!!! and CUDDLING!!!!!! sloth max ends up getting spooned by sloth sam. They both sleep talk about each other: Sam talking about his dreams with Max and vice (hah) versa.

pride  - the girls are fighting!!!! pride max demands a tribute for the god (“i want blood sam! i demand the blood of a virgin!”) and pride sam is annoyed because he has to take care of this brat who won't shut up. since pride max sees himself as a god he has powers like one, so he can get pride sam to sometimes follow his orders if he catches sam off guard. specifically he will use his powers to sit on pride sam's shoulders to feel tall and asks sam to go arrest people he doesn't see as worthy. pride sam will do this but not for max, but more because he feels like the more he does the better detective he'll be. He also tries throwing pride Max in jail too but that doesn't work so Sam is just stuck with him.

lust  - they uh. they get intimately acquainted with one another. when lust max first sees lust sam he’s like 'HI. DO YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE' and lust sam is like 'oh baby of course i do!' and well. that's that. they're the only vices besides sloth that actually somewhat like each other. they do try to out flirt one enough, with max abusing his cuteness and sam being extra touchy and affectionate :) they do not want to be separated, they love each other too much.

bliss - they're :). none of the vices like them but that's okay because they have love for each other and the vices. bliss max is more carefree and wants to have fun and help people with Sam and bliss sam is ready to follow any orders as he's more willing to listen to whatever Max wants. They have a picnic date in the park, watch a movie together, and help people while they're out. They're not.... that concerned on getting the vices back as they're scared that if they get their vices back they will ruin the nice time they're having with all of their flaws.