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[afriendlyblackhottie]

One or the Other

Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!reader x Sebastian Stan

Summary: after hooking up with Bucky and not telling Steve, you’ve been letting the guilt get to you. Good thing bad it doesn’t have to.

Warnings: minors dni, smut, perceived cheating, manipulation, knotting, unprotected sex, non con, oral sex, Daddy kink

[A/N: yaaaay finally. Lmao I rewrote this so many times so omg I’m happy it’s finally done I hope all of you like it 😀☺️ this is unedited as I write it on tumblr’s writing thing and autocorrect is ass and and I… make mistakes lmao. Please don’t forget to like and comment. If you really really like it I’m taking tips CA: $allieday27 & PP: @allieafbh. Thanks so much for reading guys. You know I love coming back to you 💜 ✌🏾)

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“He wouldn’t what?”

This time Steve said it with a scoff, as the words had just come from his boyfriend’s lips. Don’t even know how you’d gotten to this topic. Definitely didn’t feel appropriate for the dinner table even if you were at the point where the bill was being paid. Especially not the swanky restaurant they’d had you sitting in all dressed up like you were their shared date.

Hell they’d all but asked for that anyway. Had told you they were taking you out and to be ready by seven. It’d been about a month since you’d started living with them anyway. Bucky had clearly meant it when he said he liked the housewife look on you as it self like that’d pretty much had been what you’d become.

Who else would become the lady of the house if not for the lady of the house. Especially as they’d kept you sleeping in between them. Had been feeling bad for their lack of intimacy even, but they insisted it was fine.

It wasn’t like the three of you hadn’t talked about sex before. Sure you hadn’t gone into detail, but you’d never call yourself a prude. Normally. But all of that was before Bucky had tasted your pussy. Before Steve had started kissing you goodnight every single night as the two of you fell asleep on the same bed.

And now like that first night it was Steve’s turn to find out your dirty little secret. That you’d been dating a man who wouldn’t do what his boyfriend easily did. Behind his back. And fuck it made you feel like the worst kind of person.

“Tell him, Y/N,” Bucky insisted, as if it was pressing news, but after they’d scared him shitless when they went to retrieve your things the day before they’d been a little hyped off their own egos.

“I mean… yeah… I know but-,”

“But what?” Steve laughed. “I just never took you as the type to settle.”

You crinkled your nose at his words. Looking over at Bucky who seemed just as curious to hear your answer. “I mean what can I say, it wasn’t like he was bad in bad necessarily he just said he didn’t like it.” You tried excusing it away. Not exactly wanting to be the topic of conversation anymore.

Bucky and Steve looked to one another. Sharing a knowing glance before Steve reached over to place his hand over yours. “Any man would be lucky to eat your pussy.”

“Steve!” You gasped, ripping your hand away from him. Looking around to make sure no one heard as the two of them laughed. So unlike him anyway. What happened to the reserved sweetheart the world had come to love.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His laughter slowed to light hearted chuckles. “But I mean it.” He shrugged. “Right, Bucky?”

Who was the best and worst person to ask this question to. Your face heating up as he smirked at you. Making you squirm under his icy gaze. “Definitely, Doll.”

You crossed your arms, looking away from the both of them to try and gather your thoughts. Could feel their eyes on you as they changed the conversation. Already feeling cruddy enough that you’d let your best friends boyfriend touch you like that or that you hadn’t been able to get it out of your head since it happened.

The annoying craving you hadn’t been able to shake of wanting him to do it again, but maybe even more. Maybe even worse. Had been craving the way he talked at you. Which was making all of this really difficult right now.

As you looked back over to them you saw them do these little smiles before pecking each others lips. The romantic gesture causing your heart to ache a little. Which was so annoying as you’d never felt like that before. My how things can change in a month.

“Where you going?” Came from my mouth as soon as Steve stood up.

“Bathroom. Why you gonna miss me?” He teased.

“Definitely,” you mumbled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. The spot tingling as he walked away. Bucky still keeping his eyes on you as if he was being paid to baby sit you.

“Did I tell you, you look nice tonight?” He said after a few moments of silence. As if he didn’t know. Before you left the house him and Steve had called you pretty so many times you were scared it was adding to your ego.

“Once or twice,” you replied, face feeling hot. Not that you wanted him to affect you like this.

Bucky looked his lips before they turned up in a smile. “What do you wanna do after this?” He asked. “Too pretty for us to just take you home. Gotta show you off.”

“It’s fine,” you replied. “Besides I’m getting kinda tired.” He narrowed his eyes before standing up. Coming to sit on the same side as you in the empty booth. “What are you doing?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Tired my ass. Come on, Doll. What do you wanna do? We could go dancing or maybe get some ice cream,” he named off before stopping. “Actually… that ice cream sounds really good.” He hummed before bringing his lips close to your ear. “Maybe I could eat it off of ya?”

“Bucky!” You smacked his leg making him laugh.

“I’m just messing with you, Doll.” He didn’t stop his laughter, “but actually that doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.”

You glared at him as he smirked. Clearly proud of himself for his ability to make you squirm. If anything it was only egging him on. Wanted to see how far he could push you.

“Remind me to schedule an ice cream date for us one of these days,” he said, placing a hand on your thighs. The dress you were wearing was the one they helped you pick it when they took you shopping. Said you couldn’t wear any of the rags you wore on dates with Bryce while with them. As if it had bothered them before.

They weren’t lying when they said it had hugged four curves real well. Made you look like a grown woman. Could have sworn you saw Bucky’s pants get a little tighter when you modeled it for them. Now he was feeling all up on you without a care in the world when his partner could have come back at any moment.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re the prettiest fucking girl in his place,” he whispered in your ear. Free hand grabbing onto yours as the other moved circles on your thigh.

“Bucky,” you whimpered out. Already feeling like putty under his touch. “We can’t.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said before kissing the side of your neck.

“What if he comes back,” you turned to him.

“We’re. Not. Doing. Anything,” he whispered in your ear again. Hands creeping dangerously close to your center. “See. I’m not the only one that thinks it’s insane that your boyfriend wasn’t eating you out. I ate you out once and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

A soft gasp left your mouth as he kissed your neck again. As if there wasn’t anyone that could see the two of you in a restaurant full of people. It was like he didn’t care. Worse then that he was giving you exactly what you’d been wanting and you did not want him stopping even though this was the last thing either of you needed to be doing.

“But what about Steve?” You gasped out. “We can’t just-,”

“Steve’s fine,” he cut you off. “I think you wanna get caught. You naughty little-,”

“Alright you two ready to go?” Steve came back finally coming to sit on the side he’d already been occupying. Bucky was pulling away like shit didn’t happen

“Yeah. We were just thinking about what we should do after this,” Bucky sobered up. “What do you say doll. Keep it innocent and let us take you out for ice cream.”

And this man damn well knew he was far from innocent.

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From the ice cream shop you were happy they were letting you call it a night. Not that you hadn’t been having fun, but you were definitely going to need a cold shower or something. Something felt strange about touching yourself while in their bed even when they weren’t home and right now you could use some kind of relief.

Had gotten off a few times in the shower but it just wasn’t the same. Even in the bathtub it was like none of it was ever enough. Funny how after all that time with Bryce you’d never felt this desperate but Bucky tongue fucks you and turns you into an addict and he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

“Damn, you’re making a big mess,” Bucky laughed as the ice cream dripped off onto your chest. Wanting to not chance it getting on your dress. “Gonna have to buy you a bib next.”

You glared at him before trying to smack his shoulder only for him to grab your hand. “Hey!” Not that he cared as he overpowered you. Leaning down so he could lick up the sticky liquid. “Bucky!”

Steve laughed beside the two of you. Shaking his head. “Gotta be tastier than eating it off the cone.”

You glared at him, but before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed the cone to hit it against your chest. The cold making you jump as Steve’s laughter increased. “Want a taste?” Bucky offered.

“Hey!” You protested, standing up. Looking down at the now dairy covered fabric. “What the hell!”

“Chill, Doll. We’re just messing around.” He laughed.

"I’m just gonna go shower,” you walked off to the guest room that had been used for your clothes that no one had bothered to make fine for you to sleep in. Regretting it tonight since you definitely needed some kind of alone time.

As you’d gathered your things to go to the bathroom you groaned seeing the door closed with the light on underneath. Fucking nice. “You ok?” Steve’s voice came from behind you making you jump. A smile turning up on his lips as you put your hands on your sticky chest cringing at the feeling. “Bucky got you pretty good, huh.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Come on. I’ll help you get cleaned up.”

“It’s fine. I’m gonna shower anyway.”

“I know, but just… let me help you, Doll.”

With that you followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed a towel to wet it. Gabbing it along your chest as you reached up to take it. “I can do it,” you said, but found yourself faltering as he looked into your eyes.

“I know, but I like taking care of you. Me and Bucky. We both do,” he said softly. “We hope you like it too.”

You nodded, lost in his gaze as he kept dabbing along your chest. “I mean I do, but-,” you stopped.

“But, what? You know you can talk to me.”

But I’ve been messing around with your boyfriend on the low? Felt so strange trying to come out and just say it. Even if you should have. “I know,” you whispered. With his half smile he leaned in to kiss your cheek. Letting his lips linger on your skin. “Steve, I…” you trailed off, chest feeling heavy. Bad enough Bucky had already worked you up.

“Talk to me, Doll,” he whispered lips close to yours now. His breath fanning against your skin.

“You know what we need?” Bucky’s voice boomed as he came into the room, making you fling yourself away. Steve stood there sober as hell still with a smirk on his face. Fuck it was like the two of them were trying to give you whiplash.

“What is it, Buck?” Steve asked.

“We are way too sober. I’ll just run to the liquor store real quick.”

Yeah cuz that’s what the three of you needed. Alcohol.

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That shower really didn’t do much to curb the invasive thoughts you were having. Or the aching between your thighs. Had been feeling so pent up that it was no wonder you couldn’t get it together.

Bucky was still gone and Steve was holding two records in his hand. “What do you think, Doll?” He asked holding up the two options.

“Doesn’t matter,” you mumbled.

Steve hummed in response before deciding for himself. Music soon filling the room after. Not like you hadn’t grown to like their 1940’s tastes as much as they’d been willing for you to show them your own music.

He sat down beside you. The two of you letting the music play around you as you lost yourself in thought. Had been trying to take your eyes off of his broad shoulders or anything else that might make your mouth water.

Sat through the first song, still not speaking until the next one started up. “Oh! You have to dance with me,” Steve blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Dance with me? Please.” He stood up, holding out his hand.

With a sigh you nodded. Taking his hand in yours so he could help you up. Even if you thought it was the last thing you should be doing. Ignoring the sparks that shot through your arm. Besides it was only a dance.

Steve snugly wrapped his arms around you, chin going to the top of your head. “This is nice,” he said, swaying back and forth with you.

Could feel how strong he was like this. Had gotten used to this in bed but it wasn’t like Bucky wasn’t right there. Had never felt all of him all alone.

Sure you’d hugged before, but guess you’d never felt so small next to him before. Your head starting to swim as if you’d had more to drink. Guess the two glasses of wine at dinner were starting to get to you.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” Steve asked, trying to force you to make conversation somehow. His insistence making you crack a smile as you’d had found yourself a little too comfortable in his chest.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Until Bucky got ice cream on my dress.”

He laughed at that. “Well, to be fair, it did look pretty tasty.”

You looked up at him. Face all scrunched up. “You’re not supposed to agree!”

Another laugh left his lips as he looked down at you. “What do you want me to say.”

“I don’t know!” You rolled your eyes. “Go, hey, Y/N, sorry my boyfriend’s such an ass and spilled ice cream all over your tits.”

It only made him laugh more. “Well first of all, watch your mouth, Doll. And second it was only ice cream.”His words made your head jerk back. Except his arms tightened around you so you couldn’t step away. “Besides we had fun anyway.”

He rubbed his hands up and down your back. The spot he touched feeling so hot even through the t-shirt you were wearing. Not like he wasn’t right. Had been enjoying yourself you just felt so tense with the sneaking.

“We did,” you agreed.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

You shook your head. Going back to putting your cheek against his chest. “Just tired,” you mumbled.

“Aw, Honey.” He cooed, placing a kiss on your forehead. The spot tingling once again. “Guess I’m just surprised, though. Since the two of you had been fucking I’m surprised you’re so shy.”

With that said, it felt like someone had punched you in the gut. A sharp intake of air as if you’d been plunged into the Arctic. “Steve, we didn’t-,”

He laughed. “What? You didn’t think I’d know? Didn’t think I’d notice him touching you under the covers every night.”

“What? We haven’t.” You shook your head. “We- we didn’t. Not like that,” feeling yourself panicking.

Steve finally let you out of his hold but made sure to grab your hand. “Calm down, Doll,” he laughed. What the hell. “It’s ok.”

“I just- I’ve been wanting to tell you- and I’m sorry- I… I…,” you struggled to get the words out, “I promise I wanted to tell you i just-,”

“Doll, it’s. Fine.” Emphasizing each word. Bringing you back into him so his hands could go to your hips. “Can’t believe you didn’t think I’d already know. Think Buck wouldn’t have told me?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. He never said- I mean we never really talked about it,” you said, feeling that familiar prickle in your eyes as you tried to hold in your tears. “It just… happened. I promise it was only once… kind of. And-,”

“Doll,” he pressed. “It’s okay.” With that pulling you over to the couch. Taking. A seat and pulling you down with him. Right on his lap. “What you don’t believe me?” He asked, putting his hand on your cheek. Stroking it with his thumb. “If it wasn’t alright you wouldn’t be here, Baby.” He chuckled. “Especially after all that Bryce shit.”

“I just… I don’t know what I would have done without you both, ya know.” Your voice cracked as a tear slid down your face. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go and-,”

“Hey,” he whispered. Hooking a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Relax.” Catching you off guard as he placed his lips on your cheek. The warmth of him making you melt. “That’s it. That’s our girl. My girl.”

Breath hitching in your throat. “Steve…” you couldn’t help yourself as you said his name. Brain already feeling too fuzzy.

The blond licked his lips while glancing down at yours. “What is it, Baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I’m just… thankful,” was all you could muster.

Steve chuckled. “Oh come on. I think you and I both know what you want.”

Your bottom lip quivered. “I don’t-,”

But, before you could say finish he cut you off with a kiss. At first you sat on his lap frozen. Even as your heart fluttered. Not like any girl wouldn’t get like this from kissing Captain America.

Which was the problem. You weren’t supposed to be like the rest of them. “We can’t,” you forced yourself to move away.

“Says who?” He scoffed.

“I don’t get you two,” you abruptly stood up before he could react. “What was this whole thing some kind of long con to fuck me.” You stood in front of him with your arms crossed.

He shook his head. Standing up with you. “Of course not. Even if we- look if you didn’t want this, none of this would change. The problem is I know you want it. Stop pretending you don’t.”

With that his hands were back to pulling you close. Arms still folded in front of you. Not like you could deny it.

“I can fucking smell how wet you are, Doll,” he whispered in your ear. “Think Daddy doesn’t know how horny you’ve been for him.”

Your jaw dropped at that. Never thought you’d hear words like that coming from Steve of all people. So quickly too you hadn’t even-

“Steve-,”

“Nuh uh,” he said, not caring anymore as his hands went down to your ass. You jumped closer to him. That only made him smile again. “Don’t bullshit me, Baby. I can fucking smell it on you.” He laughed. “How fucking wet you are. That you’re ovulating. Bet if I touched you right now you’d cream all over.”

“Steve!” You gasped. Could not believe you’d been hearing such vulgarity from Steve of all people. Or… huh.

“But am I wrong?” He came back to sit. This time instead of sitting, you straddled him. Feeling his bulge press into your center. The sensation making you yelp.

Didn’t even get the chance to answer him as he put his hands under your ass. Gripping the flesh in his palms. Not caring as you twitched up as you came back down on top of him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know him and Bucky are attracted to women. Just had never expected them to be attracted to you. Yet there you were on top of one after the other had gone down on you. The other positioning you right over his dick that you could tell by the feeling would no way fit inside of you.

Yet as a moan fell from your lips, you know you were definitely a goner. The point of no return and then some. “That’s right. Why are you trying to play like you don’t want it, Baby. Knew you weren’t going to say no to me.”

“Steve-,” you couldn’t help it as you whimpered out.

“Unless you’re going to beg for my dick right now I don’t want to fucking hear it,” he growled. “Getting sick of your fucking mouth.”

Another whimper coming from you. Don’t know why you would be reacting to him like this after he talked to you like that. Something about it making you want to do as he said. Listen. Be good.

“That’s my girl, huh,” he whispered. “That’s my puppy isn’t it. You’re always such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” He hissed.

It was all happening so quickly. No chance to react as he started kissing you again. This time not pulling away. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Hands still massaging your ass.

Wasn’t long before you were flipped on your back with him hovering on top of you. Hooking your leg over his hip. Moaning into his mouth as he ground his crotch into yours.

His tongue fighting yours for dominance even though you were already sure of your role. He’d get his way. Already had. Wasn’t like you wanted to tell him no.

Steve pulled away so he could kiss down your neck. “Cant believe that asshole wouldn’t eat you out,” he said. “All I can fucking think about and he wouldn’t do it? Fucking loser.” Had never heard him talk like this before, but you’d be lying if you said it had no effect on you.

“Steve,” You whimpered.

“Ah ah ah, that’s not what you call me. Say it right or I’ll stop.”

No. He can’t stop why would he stop! Doesn’t he see that he was making you come undone so easily. Didn’t it mean anything to him. “I don’t- I - Daddy,” You remembered.

Steve smirked. “That’s a good girl. Take this shit off.” Barely giving you the chance to react as he yanked you up so he could pull your shirt off in one fell swoop. Breasts on full display as he licked his chops. “Fuck,” he said before leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Daddy!” You mewled from the contact as he made a show of circling his tongue around one of the nub.

“That’s it. Fuck. You little slut. Have you been sleeping between us without a bra on this whole time,” he asked taking it between his teeth.

“I can’t sleep with one on,” you sounded so goddamn whiny, but you couldn’t help it.

“You don’t have to lie, Doll. You been waiting for me to taste you, huh?”

Not that it was your plan, but shit you kind of wish it had been been. “I didn’t mean to,” you whimpered.

“Didn’t mean to what? First you didn’t mean to fuck my boyfriend and now you didn’t mean for me to fuck you?”

“He didn’t!” You protested.

Steve got back on his knees. Grabbing your cheeks in his hand. “What did I say about you watching your damn mouth?” He asked. Teeth barred, eyes narrow. Looking like he was ready to devour you.

“He didn’t. I promise.” You whined. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t.”

Steve’s eyes softened at that. Watching you lay there flat on your back at his mercy. Even still trying to be a good friend. Well… as good as one as you could be in a situation like this. Isn’t that why they needed you. Your sense of loyalty.

Were loyal to Bryce when he definitely didn’t deserve it. Had shown yourself so many times to have had their back when no one else did. Things had been hard as hell when they first came out about their relationship and yet there you were.

Had gotten so close to them that it started to feel like you were part of them. Then Bryce of all fucking people had the nerve to get jealous. Except he should have been. If they’d known how easy you would have folded they would have done this sooner actually.

So as your pleas came from your mouth insisting you were telling the truth, something about it… he doesn’t know. He was Steve Rogers after all. It really was no wonder that it somehow only made him harder. Still you saw the glimpse of the Steve you normally saw.

“I promise. I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “I was feeling so cruddy. I didn’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you softly. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” All your emotions were clearly bubbling out as he came to sit up. Bringing you with him. “It’s ok. It’s ok,” he whispered softly. Kissing your temple.

“I just-,” you wiped your eyes. “I just don’t understand.”

“About what, Doll?” He asked, having not pulled his mouth away from you.

“Is this all you two wanted. I thought- I though-,”

Steve stopped you with a kiss. “Relax,” he said against your lips. You quivered and he didn’t stop. Peck after peck after peck. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded. Not like you hadn’t been kissing him back. It was instinctive at this point. That ache still there. Wanted to feel his teeth back on your breasts. Just wanted him. “Daddy,” you moaned again. Can’t believe how easy it was for you to flip into it.

Steve deepened it after that. Starting to get up and holding you closer to him when you gasped in surprise. Not wanting to break the moment so he went right back to it. Carrying you to the bedroom.

He dropped you down on the bed getting on his knees this time in front of you. Finally breaking your embrace. Hurrying to pull off the little shorts you were wearing. Panties coming off with it. “No more clothes at bedtime,” he mumbled putting his lips on your thigh. Something about him seemed so thirsty.

Like he was dying to lap at your- as soon as his tongue touched you it was like you melted. Sinking down into the mattress. “Steve!” You moaned.

Hands going to his hair. Nails digging into his scalp. Steve groaned against you. Taking long licks from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. “Cant believe he wouldn’t eat you out. What a fucking loser.” Steve pulled away to laugh. Using his thumb against it now. “Taste so good.”

Going back to putting his mouth on you. Mouth falling open as you laid back back. Arms going above your head as you cried out. Shit. Between him and Bucky you can’t believe you’d settled for less for so long.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, getting louder as that familiar. Snap ran through you. “You’re gonna make me- you’re gonna- I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me-,” you said hips moving back and forth.

His pointer finger rubbed your entrance only turning the intensity up. Made worse when he pushed it inside of you. Middle finger joining soon after. Making you yelp as he curled his fingers inside of you.

“I’m fucking cumming!” Your eyes rolled into back of your head as it finally happened. Couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm. Had interrupted Bucky before he could properly get you off and you’d been so pent up ever since. Needed this so bad.

“That’s it, Baby,” he hissed pulling away as you squirted into his hand. “That’s our fucking girl.” You tried to close your legs, but all Steve did was yank them open. Clearly hungry for you as he went back to what he was doing.

Soon enough he stood up. Unbutton his shirt wanting to sit up to help, but all you could do was convulse before him. He smirked down at you. Enjoying the view of you clearly stuck in ecstasy. Wanted to know what else he could get out of you. Dying to feel you wrapped around him.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said kneeling down in front of you. Now naked and ready to give you every single inch.

He rubbed his dick against your slit. Making you mewl for him. How the hell could he expect you to say words right now. “I need it so bad, Daddy. Please fuck me,” you begged.

Didn’t need to ask twice. Steve lined up with you. Tip against your slit. Leaning back down to kiss you. Making you taste yourself on his tongue. Nails digging into his back as he finally slid inside.

Mouth forming into an ‘o’ as he did. “Fuck,” he breathed.

It felt like he’d filled you the brim. Too much for you to take and not enough at the same time. Face screwing up as he threaded his biceps under your legs to spread you open wider.

“Fuck me,” you begged. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

He put his forehead against yours as he thrusted into you. “Look at me,” another growl falling from his lips as you closed your eyes. That look was back. The lust. The need. “Knew you’d have good pussy. Pussy worth waiting for. Can’t believe you’d been wasting it on that asshole. Needed real men to handle you.”

“Yes,” you moaned. His lips going to your neck as you raked your nails up and down his back. The two of you breathing heavy as he rocked deeply inside of you. Legs wrapping around him. Lips going to his shoulder.

It all happened so fast when he rolled over to pull you on top. “Ride me, Baby,” he grabbed your hips so he could start rocking you on top of him. Throwing your head back as you got on your feet. Moving up and down.

“You’re too big!” You cried. Not like you hadn’t been expecting that it’s just shit this was a lot to handle.

“Oh come on. You can take it you’ve got it. You’ll make daddy proud. You know I don’t like quitters.”

You moaned at his words as he put his hands in your hair again. Making you bend towards him so he could kiss you again. Smacking your ass and then gripping it.

You looked between the two of you seeing you hadn’t even slid down all the way. Almost scared to make an attempt but the choice was made for you as he wrapped his arms around your hips to slam you down.

It felt like he’d split you in half at any minute. Couldn’t he see that he was breaking you. Though you were sure if you asked him, he’d say he didn’t care. And at this point you weren’t sure if you did either.

As your orgasm began to hit, thoughts had clearly left your brain. Putting your face into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” Practically weeping from the overstimulation.

This time as he changed positions, pushing you back on your back. Head laying at the foot bed. Needing to be the one in control. “Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, huh?”

“Uh huh,” was the most you could muster.

“My little play thing?” He smirked, but faltered as he moaned out. “Feel so fucking- gonna make me cum too.”

“Uh huh!” You moaned again, eyebrows scrunching up.

“Gonna make me cum in you, Baby. Fuck. Want it so bad. Want daddy’s cum don’t you.”

If you were in your right mind you would have definitely been telling him to pull out, but you were much too overwhelmed. Unable to think as he fucked into you. So close to cumming on his dick. Wanted it more than anything. Wanted to-

“Ah!” You screamed, putting your face into his sweat covered neck as you came around him. Hips bucking wildly into him as the shocks ran through you.

“That’s it, Babygirl,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it. Cum for me.”

You put your hand to your mouth, silencing yourself. Chest racking with sobs. As badly as Steve wanted to reach up to rip it away he found himself too caught up in his pleasure.

A growl curdling in his throat to come out as a, “Fuck, Babygirl,” as he chased his own orgasm. Even catching himself off guard when he pulled out to rip you onto your back. Not giving you much time to register anything either as he pushed back into you from behind. “Fuck,” his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gripped your hips.

“Daddy!” You finally let out a scream, unable to hold yourself up. Collapsing so your ass was still in the air with your back arched.

From this angle it just seemed that you somehow felt even better. The way you wrapped around him was making him dizzy. Found himself unable to stop from giving into his primal urges as he rutted his cock into you as few as he could go.

“C’mon, Babygirl,” he hissed. “Give me one more. You can do it for me. Do it for Daddy, Baby. You know what I fucking want.”

It was like he couldn’t control his mouth and you were fully under his spell. Drinking in his words. Letting them tingle in your ear until they added to the shockwaves shooting down to your core.

Especially as he laid down on top of you. Feeling so much bigger than usual even in stature. Wrapping his arm around your neck so he could pull you in. Having his ear to your lips, “Take it, Y/N. Take it,” he spoke like he was delirious, feel like he was getting even heavier with each movement until he could finally get his knot into you.

The invasiveness made you jump. Not able to go anywhere as he’d had you trapped under him. Letting out a deeper growl as he finally let go inside of you. Hips still moving as he gave you his seed. Knot ensuring that all of it would stay deep inside your pretty little cunt.

Even with the strange sensation, you relaxed into it as he slowed. Unable to fight him. Didn’t even want to. Felt like you couldn’t after the initial shock. Steve still staying on top of you as he finally came to a stop. Breathing heavy into the crook of your neck. Eyes getting heavy with each breath.

A part of you wondering what the hell just happened, but too fucked out to speak. Or form a real thought. Especially when he kept shifting his hips as he was still inside of you. Small whimpers escaped your throat from how sensitive you were.

“Steve,” you sniffled wishing the two of you were the other way. Feeling like you needed to hold onto him.

It was like he got the hint even if he didn’t bother to move. Still feeling him swollen inside of you, through slowly softening.

His arms wrapped around you tightly. Lips going to your cheek to place a kiss on it. “Shhh, Baby. It’s ok. I’m right here. Relax,” he said into your ear. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. You didn’t such a good job for me.”

As Steve whispered sweet nothings to you, Bucky stayed in the back of your mind. Can’t believe he was still out. Shit. What the hell were you supposed to do now.

Even then it wasn’t like you could focus on worrying. Steve finally making you drift off to sleep. Getting settled underneath him with no thoughts in your brain.

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Can’t be too much of a party if one of you was asleep now could it. His jaw dropping at Steve as he smacked the man’s shoulder. “Could have at least waited!” He laughed. Not like he was one to talk.

After he finally pulled his knot from you, he was quick to get up. Making sure to tuck you in before getting up to clean up after himself. Not bothering to put any clothes on. As if Bucky hadn’t seen all of him by now.

Steve smirked, taking a sip of water. “You could have joined in at anytime.”

Bucky poured a second glass of whisky. Before handing it to his boyfriend who accepted. “Wanted to, but i had a lot of fun watching.” Before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Fuck. You even taste like her.” He hissed.

And it was true. He really could have, but every time he tried to move a muscle he find him glued to his spot. Watching you both through the crack in the door. Hand fisting his dick until he came against the wall that would definitely need cleaning. Then he kind of wanted to wait for you to do it. Your fault anyway.

Couldn’t bring himself to look away from the best porn he’d ever seen. Right in front of his face. All his fantasies coming true. The man of his dreams fucking the shit out of girl of his dreams what else could he ask for. And watching how well you took it even as you got overwhelmed, fuck why would he have ever looked away.

That’s why as he started to appreciate Steve’s super Solider stamina as he got hard in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of your pussy on out. He could do with letting Steve feel like a cocky bastard with two cock hungry sluts begging for his dick tonight.

The problem is that you were right there, in the middle of their bed. Freshly fucked out after taking your first knot. While he would have liked to be the one to give that to you, he was also fine with Steve’s sloppy seconds.

Which is why he couldn’t help himself as he started kissing on your thighs. Salivating at the sight of his boyfriend’s cum only making your pretty little pussy look even prettier. Of course he had to taste you. Who better to clean you both up but him.

“Buck?” You asked in a tired voice, eyes blurring and then slowly adjusting. Fear shooting through your body, that only turned to confusion as he rubbed his thumb slowly over your tender clit.

“I hope and and Steve had fun together, Doll,” he said before licking your hole.

Because it was only just the beginning.

[unoriginal-and-dumb]

Decided to redraw my first oc (ON AGGIE BECAUSE ALL I FUCKING DO IS DRAW ONAGGIE APPARENTLY)

It’s name is Suit-009 😁🥳

If you are curious I will quickly explain its lore and uh that’s it yah. (I don’t rlly post my ocs like ever but I dunno hour long drive got me being thoughtful as usual)

Before everything I MADE THIS WHEN I WAS 14 THIS PREDATES AMONG US AND LETHAL COMPANY DO NOT SAY THAT IM RIPPING IT FROM THOSE I DID IT FIRSSTTT

Humanity is on its last limb, the earth is practically an unlivable husk especially due to immense overpopulation

So basically, there is a group of 9 scientists tasked with finding a habitable place that human can colonize or a place that can be harvested for resources

The team lands on an alien planet and begin research. They are all scientists and all are capable of running and surviving on a spacecraft or in a hostile environment, so that’s not particularly a worry.

The ninth crew member, suit numbered 009, was recruited specifically for his scientific studies, yea they are all scientists but he’s like THE scientist. The guy that’s goes hmm yes nod nod URETHRA! All that.

Anyway they find some crystal fragments and decide to do some extensive research on it due to energy signals coming from it. Having something that creates energy like said crystals would be extremely useful if they could replicate it in some form

009 goes and studies it yea yea whatever. Idc. But like it starts taking awhile and the crew leader 001 (she does have a name it’s Hailey but I dunno abt anyone else I WAS 14.) anyway she goes and is like hey buddy how pal pick up the pace you’re taking long as hell

And he’s like SIR YES SIR, but it’s been a while now and he’s kinda being freaky deaky. None of the other crew realy took notice of him kinda acting tweaked out since they were never really close beyond coworkers unfortunately

But UH OH! The crystals actually have some dumb shit that like attracts things/people to like investigate it (the energy thing) but what it actually does is kinda cause people constantly around it to be like overly obsessed with it and also kinda become stupid

So the thing with the crystals is that if it somehow gets into your blood stream it starts forming more crystals as like a way to grow. They aren’t particular just an inanimate object, it has a goal to grow and it can’t just grow from nothing sooo

Anyway 009 is like tweaked out because it’s actually just a suit with a corpse and crystals piloting it

Eventually Hailey realizes this but I mean it’s not gonna go out without a fight

So suit-009 grabs a fire axe and axes down the entire crew, once it’s finished it just folds over, using the surrounding and remaining biomass to consume and grow yaaaay

Oh just some thing I thought was neat, if you were to pop off the hazmat mask the head would be absent and replaced with a horrible mass of bloody crystals isn’t that exciting

That’s pretty much it yea. Hey by the way did you know I love Dead Space 2, Don’t Escape 3, The Thing, and Alien? Haha yea anyway I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE THE HORRORS OF SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE SO MUCH SPAAAAAAAACEEEEEEE WOOOOO YEA SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!)!)

[thespiritssaidso]

Go Home, Shawn

Summary: Shawn’s sick. Like, really sick. But he’s gotta help solve this murder first.

Notes: second sick fic in a row. Yaaaay

Also, I think I kind of strayed from the whump aspect and went into comedy. Sorry lmao. There’s still a bit of whump in there. If you look for it.

Whumperless Whump event day 10: Your work is never finished

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Shawn wiped the snot running from his nose with his sleeve, sniffling the remaining. He swallowed down the phlegm in his throat and groaned. He kept walking. Yellow crime scene tape soon entered his vision as he went on. It surrounded the entrance to a fairly large mansion.

Somehow, some way, Shawn had broken his health streak and gotten sick. Not terribly so, he could still walk. Even though doing that still kinda hurt.

He shook his head clear of the imaginary cotton balls stuffed inside and ducked under the tape, heading inside the minimalistic-styled house and towards where he saw Juliet and Lassiter standing over a dead body.

Lassiter was writing something down on his notepad, and Juliet was on her phone, presumably trying to call Shawn or Gus. The floor they were both standing on was carpeted in the same bland color as the rest of the house. Except for, of course, the circle of blood next to the victim’s head.

“Shawn! Where have you been? We’ve been calling you-”

Juliet was interrupted when Shawn let out a fit of involuntary coughs. He finished after what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds. “Sorry Jules. Phone died.” His voice came out nasally and congested. He sounded like someone had stuck their fingers up his nostrils.

She looked at him in concern. “Are you feeling alright? If you’re sick, you probably shouldn’t be here.”

“I could argue that he should never be here.”

“Carlton.”

Lassiter rolled his eyes. “Spencer, go home. We don’t need you, and I’m pretty sure what you need is bed rest.”

“No no no, Lassie! I’ve never been more chipper and spry, and all those fun words you like to say.” Really, Shawn was just doing what he did best: lying. The gears in his head felt like they were in dire need of a heavy dose of WD-40, and his sinuses to have the pressure-relief valve turned down to zero. Was he saying that right? Is that how pressure was relieved? He couldn’t really be sure of anything he thought of right now.

Juliet looked conflicted. “Fine, just- just try not to touch anything.” She relented. It must have been a pretty tough case if she was letting him take a crack at solving it in his state.

Shawn looked down at the dead guy, who was laying down Peter Griffin Death-Pose-style. He cracked a grin at the joke he thought up. Bringing up a hand to his head, he tried looking for any clues that stood out.

Nothing did. Not a single thing. He was seeing the stuff in the room and surrounding him, no doubt about it, but his brain couldn’t piece anything together like it usually did.

Trying to make a single coherent thought was like trying to push through mud. And he knew all about that, having had to muck through the stuff on a farm in Wisconsin. He only stayed there as a farmhand for about a week before quitting. Baby pigs and goats were cute, but not cute enough to get him to keep that job.

Besides, the longer he held his hand to his head, the more he felt his now-delicate temples throb under the pressure of his finger.

He tried squatting down next to it, hoping a closer look would make things a little clearer for his mind.

As he did, his phone slipped from his pockets and landed on the floor with a thud. For some reason, a small, almost completely translucent cloud of tiny black particles rose up from the carpet surrounding the body. Without meaning to, he breathed it in.

It smelled like… pepper? It tickled his already sensitive nose. He tried his best to hold it back, but-

“ACHOO!”

Lassiter let out a groan of disgust. “Oh, gross Spencer. You got your disease-ridden bogeys everywhere!”

Shawn opened his eyes and, true enough, there was some snot sprayed on the ground around the corpse — thankfully, none actually landed on it.

Picking up his phone again, he tried standing up, but found himself wanting to stay down a lot more. He groaned and stood up anyway, very very slowly. He could practically hear his muscles stretch uncomfortably.

As Shawn finished getting up, he heard a familiar voice.

“Shawn! Shawn!”

Shawn slouched in disappointment. Great. Gus had found him.

Juliet looked over. “Why does Gus look angry at you?”

“I uh- may or may not have left him locked in the Psych closet so I could come here and investigate. Even though-”

“Even though I told him he needs to rest. Because he is sick.” Gus enunciated the last sentence. He’d finally reached the three, and noticed the small dusting of something wet surrounding the body on Shawn’s side. “Oh, my god. You’re unbelievable, Shawn.”

“No Gus-” he’d been forced to sneeze by… pepper…

That’s right. Now, why had there been pepper of all things in the carpet surrounding the body…

Pepper… pepper… seasoning… flavoring… food… poison… poison!

The gears in Shawn’s head finally finished turning. “Woah woah woah! I’m getting something!”

Everyone stopped and stared at him.

He raised his hand to his head once more, ignoring the throbbing feeling. “He was poisoned! Check him for poison!”

“Alright, thank you for that Shawn.”

“Are you done?”

Shawn let his hand fall down. “…Yeah.”

“Great. Now, let’s go.” Gus began guiding him none to gently to the blueberry, ignoring his friend’s sounds of protest.

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Notes: not exactly whump, I know. But he’s like, sick and stuff, and Gus has to drag him away. So like. I dunno man. I’m tired.

ao3 link

[oceansprompts]

Best of Daredevil: Cutting Edge

quotes taken from the Marvel novel, Daredevil: The Cutting Edge (1999) by Madeleine E. Robins // adjust pronouns and lines as needed.

Can I bring you a cup of coffee? I'm already on number seven or eight… I forget which.

Wouldn't you like a chance to go, I don't know, live on a beach somewhere, drinking rum punch or something?

I'd rather go to hell, I love this. This is what I do.

Don't look at me that way; I'm not the one who drank a dozen cups of coffee a day and never got any exercise.

Not bad for a skinny blind kid from Hell's Kitchen.

Not as flashy as Spider-Man, maybe, but not too shabby.

What is this guy, a zombie?

You moron, he's not the perp!

Okay, Mr. Off-the-Rack, what else did you leave behind?

It's okay, you've been very brave.

It was a kind lie, kindly meant.

Don't ever let me lose you.

Pleading "blind man walked into the door" again, your honor.

Yaaaay for the good guy!

So, he was the wall you ran into?

Triumph and hell, all at once. I wish you could have seen it.

How about dinner tonight? In a real restaurant. Like grownups.

Off to Rykers. Another day in Fun City.

Have fun storming the castle!

Maybe I should get Seeing Eye cat?

Well, of the two, I guess the brain's more important.

Doesn't it seem a little too tidy? The pink ribbons and all?

A problem? My dear, I trust you implicitly.

Who put this guy in a position where he can talk to the public?

Not me, I'm naturally suspicious.

Tooth extraction would be more fun than what I'm writing.

I can't smell anything, my food tastes funny…

I'm wasting away to a shadow of my former self.

Two-bit mouthpieces! He actually said that? Who writes his dialouge?

Why not just wave a big, huge red flag that says something suspicious here?

I will be the soul of discretion.

Try not to break any of your well-informed friends too badly loking for information, okay?

Right, everytime you come in to chat, I wind up doing renovations. New plate glass, new tables, new ribcage…

Are you just a discipline problem in the making, or do you have something useful to contribute?

Anyone got anything they want to share with the class?

Naughty, naughty.

No breakage, this time. They're learning.

A little judicious flattery can work wonders.

You're all flipping wild cards. That's part of your charm.

I don't like lawyers!

Call any hour of the day or night.

Don't throw the card away, I'll know.

Okay, hero, play brave, competent, [disabled] person.

Oh, I already do, but make me love him more.

He sounds like the kind of guy who pulled the wings off butterflies and tortured puppy dogs.

Basically, your overprivileged sociopath.

I wasn't always the polished gem you see now.

He has the business ethics of a piranha.

Judiciously applied, the business ethics of a piranha can be very useful.

Make it good, boyo.

If you like it hot, but I gotta say, man, you oughtta use a little caution.

I'm touched by your concern, but I promise you I'm well armed.

Well, the only thing to do with a bully and a coward is face him straight on!

Now it's time for bed, close your weary eyes and dream of me.

You're a darling, but I'm too tired to argue about it.

This is where I'm going to die.

You have great bone structure.

Well, look. The neighborhood avenger. Come on, you wanna play?

Spread the word, sweetheart.

I couldn't... fight him...

You stayed alive, you did the right thing.

Bullies... never give in to... bullies.

You did good, remember that.

Oh my, really bad night.

I don't deserve you.

You roll in here looking like someone shot your dog, so I figure I can be self-absorbed and ill-tempered some other morning.

Listen, sweetheart, whatever you did, it's not your fault.

If anyone's to blame, it' me.

I find I'm old-fashioned enough to prefer talking to a live human being.

Lies. All lies.

I don't think they're ever leaving. I think they like it here.

It's air conditioned, the coffee's free, they get to point and laugh at the poor people trying to work.

Nothing more than crushing piles of work. The usual. What's up?

You'll have to make this the "For Dummies" version.

Heartbreaking. You expect setbacks, but we were so close!

I mean, it worked ⸺ it just had this damned baggage with it.

Well, I'm over it. Grieved, moved on.

So you think because she's a babe that she's capable of planning murder?

Ow! Be careful! You don't know your own strength!

If I were afraid of you, would I be sitting here?

Thank you so much, I really look forard to proving I'm not the monster I'm sure I seemed the other day.

Reduces me to a screaming hormonal pulp?

Don't you think you ought to relax a little?

You really don't like being challenged at all, do you?

I have to do something, and this is what I can do.

My point is, I love you, and I don't want to have to bring you flowers at St. Clare's.

Be careful. That shiner is just beginning to fade; you don't need another, and I do need you. Okay?

Once again, it's all the fault of the guy in the tights, jeez.

It's as tired as I am.

Okay, genius, what now?

What are you gonna do, kill me?

Come on, I'm doing the best I can.

Stay alive, [name]. I'm here.

What are you, Iron Man?

Look, I'm going to close my eyes and rest for a while, don't let anything exciting happen while I'm out, okay?

Are you sure you're supposed to be scolding me in your weakened condition?

I was just trying to distract you from telling me you were right about it.

I hadn't planned on scolding you about that until you were strong enough to fight back.

You say the absolutely perfect thing sometimes. You really do.

I never know whether you're as clumsy as you seem, or just playing a very, very crafty part. Well, you're not dead yet.

That the way you treat all your dates?

Cosmic irony: man with no sympathy has a heart that beats sympathetically.

Hey... I'm one of the good guys, right?

Look at me. I look like... the Hulk's baby sister. And it's going to get worse.

I'm not stupid. I played a risky game and I lost. I lost it big and I'm going to wind up a monster.

Tell me about the colors.

Tell me what you hear.

Anyone here ever ask you what the most beautiful word in the English language is, you can tell'em: home.

Hey you, having a good time?

With you? Always.

We could rent a movie, then curl up on the couch together and ignore it.

That sounds good. We could even forget the movie.

Even better, I love you a lot.

That is what keeps me going.

[yourmomni]

Fix you 4

A/n: 🥰told ya I was gonna post today and I'm doing on time Yaaaay anyways 1 more part after this yall ready for the finale...I'm not ENJOY @loveyouselfalways I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing

The cold air blew your dress up a little as you quickly walked away from your company's building. Wh3n you saw niki raise his fist at the producer you knew it wasn't gonna end well and the last thing you wanted to do was be the reason the boys couldn't get another interview with a big brand such as Elle. The black zip up you throwed on when you walked out was not helping you keep the warmth I'm your body. You were shivering, cursing yourself for not changing before leaving.

" Go look that way, she shouldn't have gone far " you turned around and saw the boys rushing out of the building looking both ways trying to find their missing member. Which was you

You cursed under your breath quickly rushing into a crowd of people leaving the 7/11 that was near. You quickly weaved in between people rushing into the alley nearby. It reminded you of a show you watched where there was a serial killer on the lose and all the girls were killed in an alleyway just like this. It sent a shiver up your spine, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

You turned around checking to see if you were being followed, letting out a quick huff of satisfaction when you saw no one.

" going somewhere." You screamed niki was standing there with his arms crossed. You turned around running the opposite direction but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist slamming your body into the brick wall that was beside you. One hand was on your waist while the other was still holding your wrist. His lips were inches away from touching yours.

"What are you doing?" You whispered too scared to talk out loud. He looked down at you . " Well if I have you like this you can't run from me."

You turned your head away from his

"Don't you think you are a little too close?" He smirked, " Why am I making you nervous?" He grabbed your chin so you were now facing him. He was leaning in closer as the reflective light off of the store across the street sign was bouncing off our faces." Why did you leave?" He asked I sucked my cheek while looking away from him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. " Why are you being so selfish?" I whipped my head at him " Me selfish what…I'm literally the complete opposite of selfish." He scoffed " Oh really so hiding things from your members is such a team player thing." " I did it so you guys wouldn't worry about me."

" Well too freaking late for that y/n." I crossed my arms moving from in front of him but he pulled me back " No you don't get to run away this time, you don't get to keep running away from your problems and hope that it'll fix itself soon." The pain I heard in his voice made tears well up in my eyes.

" I know you think that you can do this by yourself. You think if you're telling us what's wrong it's going to be another burden on our shoulders." I was looking at my feet and niki grabbed my chin raising it up to face him he locked eyes with me " But We want to help,we want to carry that burden with you y/n. we're a team we cry together,we hurt together, and we fight together no one is ever alone." I Wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. " But do you see what they say about me? Do you see the names I'm called over and over again, it's like I can never be good enough. I'm sorry that I look like this and if I could change it in a day I would i would fix that problem" " But thier nothing to fix. Your perfect on the inside and outside." Nike frowned his eyes brows.

" No, I love you just the way you are, the boys love you just the way you are. The real ENGENES love you for who you are. I know you've seen the way some of them look at you, they admire you. They admire your bravery and how after all the hate you get you still stand up and perform for them they love you for you. I wouldn't change anything about you. But if you want to fix something I'll fix the way you see yourself ill fix you."

Niki started down at her admiring her features and everything that made her perfect. He was never able to get up close and analyze your face but now he's happy he finally got to see everything that made you perfect to him

He licked his bottom lip staring at mine intently. " Niki." I breathed out. He was leaning down closer and closer, the hand that was once on my wrist was now over my head as he leaned on it.

" You're so pretty you know that. " my eyes widened. " Niki stop joking around." He shook his head " I'm not, I would never joke about something like that." His lips ghosted over mine. " You're so beautiful y/n and one day you'll see that, you'll see how ignorant and dumb people can be. You'll see yourself the way I see you." A finger ghosted over your lips." And how do you see me niki." He smirked, crashing his lips onto yours, you moved in sync with him, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

The butterflies that were in your stomach were now flapping around furiously trying to get out. After a while he pulled away trying to catch his breath. " I adore you " He breathed out. " And if anyone has something negative to say about you I will kill them." I giggled looking at him. He grinned happily

finally seeing you smile.

" Did we miss a chapter?" You and niki jumped, whipping your heads towards the edge of the alley where all the boys stood grinning. " Didn't you guys hate each other?" Sunghoon said with confusion all over his face. " I knew it." Jay smiled, holding his hand out to Heeseung who angrly placed a 10 dollar bill in his hand. I lifted the hood of my zip up over my head and covered my face with my hands.

" Can you guys please just leave or even better disappear and never come back." Niki gritted trying to push them away from the scene. " Fine we don't wanna see you and your girlfriend making out ànyways." He crossed his arms pouting " she's not my girlfriend she's my friend who I deeply care about." Sunoo chuckled, " yeah right." He was the first one to walk and the others followed him. Jake winked at niki making kissy faces.

" Well ... .now what." I asked niki shrugged " I don't know I never got this far in planning." I punched his shoulder " oh so you planned this." I motioned between us and he nodded, leaning his arms over my head again towering over me. " Yep, it's all in my book of mastery plans to make the world's most beautiful girl fall in love with herself just like I fell in love with her."

My eyes widened and so did his quickly moved away and stared at me in shock.

Did he just say Love

He laughed " I didn't mean love I meant…..adoration you know how much I adore you." Now he was nervous because no way in hell did he just tell the girl he was in love with since the trainee days.. that he was in love with her.

" Niki you-" He quickly cut her off. " Hey I think I hear Jake calling us. We should go let's go. I wouldn't want them to wait right." He ran around the corner and back to the building pumping into a couple of pedestrians quickly bowing and apologizing.

You smiled to yourself the boy you like finally admitted that he loved you, twice

And for the first time in months you finally felt like

You

[sevi007]

Tales of the Abyss part 51

Now, let's hear what Van got to say!

Oh Luke...

Alright, I'm afraid part of Luke still has not really grasped that the man he trusted and thought to be his friend never had his well-being in mind. He actually seems to hope he can still TALK about this with Van, which is. Pretty sure already a no-go. Van seems dead-set on whatever, and seems to hold little to no regard for Luke as the "replica".

... I feel like we are not even being taken seriously as potential enemies.

I think that's what the replica's are for...

I could list several other ways on the fly but I'm hearing him out.

Please note, this was NOT going to be on my list XD

*whisper* I forgot who Lorelei is

Saved by Anise

Though now wondering what an "aggregate sentience" is. I will look that up after XD

I will use that reasoning for any and all neurodivergent thing happening to me now.

Can't we just. Forbid the Score. Not read the Score. Destroy the thingy-stones where the Score is on. Etc. Etc.

Soooo, how do I have to imagine that. Is Van and Co going to be only people which are "originals" among an entire population of replicas? Is that it? And again - what is stopping the replicas to just pick up the Score again -

Ah wait! Luke wasn't in the Score, right. So replicas are all not in the Score? I guess? Which would make it obsolete.

But there are still better ways, dammit!

Despite the sheer insanity of the plan, kinda proud that I guessed correctly. Again! I'm good at guessing games! =D

Or the writing is neat and foreshadows things. That, too.

I agree that that's fucked up, but your plan is more fucked up.

You out-fucked-up the entire thing, congratulations, you won.

Huh?

Yeaaaa. So what. Guy was probably a teen back then, and he changed. He grew.

Apparently, you did not.

I am NOT saying Van has no right to his feelings. The entire thing with Hod is fucked up, as I already said when Tear's Grandpa revealed that they always KNEW it would happen and did nothing about it. But Van's way of doing things is sick and just screams that he should have gotten a lot of damn therapy. How is killing the entire population (plus planet, if I look at his plans to replicate entire areas) any better than what they did? How does it trump, say, abolish the Score and Order of Lorelei and start a different way of living?

He is willing to kill his own sister, he said, if she does not see things his way. He is willing to replicate people against their wills, use those replicas, and them kill them without a blink. Man's clearly has lost it as some point. I feel sorry for him, I do. I'm just saying we cannot let him continue, anyway.

And with that - I ran into the picture limit! Yaaaay! XD @ahsokaisawesome @magicmetslogic

[thefandomenchantress]

DRDT Incorrect Quotes: Pt. 2

I finally made a part two yaaaay!

Hu: Where is everybody?

Ace:  Eden had a nervous breakdown, Levi is looking after her, Rose went back to bed, Teruko is trying to kill David, and I'm in charge.

Hu: YOU'RE IN CHARGE?!?

Ace: Why is THAT the only thing you’re panicking about?!?

…

David: Oh, so now I'm 'bad' just because I've done bad things in the past, continue doing so in the present, and will likely do so in the future?

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Charles: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Whit: My record is four, but I’ll see what I can do.

…

J: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Arei: It’s not a joke!

Arei: *Sniffle*

Arei: I’m a legit snack.

…

Teruko: Xander isn’t answering his phone.

David: I’ll call.

Teruko: Eden and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi—

Xander: *Through the phone* Hello?

…

Nico: *Bursts into the room* Guys, I impulsively bought a snake, what should I name him?

Everyone: YOU DID WHAT?

Whit: William Snakespeare.

…

Arturo: I have the sharpest memory here! Name one time I forgot something!

Arei: You left me, Ace, and Veronika in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Arturo: I did that on purpose, try again.

…

Teruko: Why is Ace so sad?

David: He took one of those, ‘Which Character Are You’ quizzes.

Teruko: …And?

David: He got Nico.

…

Xander: Rules are made to be broken!

Min: They’re meant to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Whit: Uh, piñatas.

Ace: Glow sticks.

David: Karate Boards.

Rose: Spagetti when you have a small pot.

Xander: Rules.

Min:

…

Veronika: Then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Arturo: …You mean you stabbed them?

Veronika: They ran into my knife.

…

Whit: Sometimes, I don’t even realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and realize everyone is staring at me weird.

…

(The Cake Gang when they drop food on the ground)

Min: Aw, man. *Throws it away*

Teruko: Eh, five second rule.

Rose: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me. *Eats it off the floor*

Eden: *Sobs on the floor*

…

Teruko: Where’s Xander?

Min: Don’t worry, I’ll find him.

Min, shouting: DAVID SUCKS!

Xander, distantly: David is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Min: Found him.

…

Eden, trying her first cup of coffee: I. AM. ENERGY!!! *Runs around in circles*

David, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in the next ten seconds.

…

Teruko: You spent all your money on this?

Nico, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

…

Hu: Fine. While I’m gone, Arei, you’re in charge.

Arei: Yes!!!

Hu, whispering: Min, you’re secretly in charge.

Min: Obviously.

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 8

Previous Chapter

Bradley: Sigh… Fer cryin' out loud.

Snow: I'm so glad you came back, Bradley dear.

Bradley: Can't believe that bastard Nero had pepper on standby. Next time I see him, I'm going give him a patdown.

White: Owen dear, did you find the shop with the torta di cocco?

Owen: Shut up. I'm looking for it. This is weird… I'm pretty sure it was in the bazaar.

Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: Here, boys. Let me give you a sample. They're magic seafood crackers.

Snow: Wah, are you sure?

White: Yaaaay, thankies!

Owen: What are these.

Snow: Seafood crackers.

White: They're magical snacks. Something interesting might happen when you eat one. Go on, give it a try.

Bradley & Owen: No way.

Snow: Owen dear, they're snacks!

Owen: But they're not sweet, are they? Just eat them yourselves.

Snow: Of course!

White: We shall!

Snow & White: Munch… Delicious~!

Bradley & Owen: …

Bradley: If nothin' happens, then I guess I'll try one.

Owen: Me too.

Bradley & Owen: Munch…

Bradley: Mm. Not too shabby.

Owen: They're crunchy and taste like sea creatures.

Kid That Also Tried Them: Moooom! I can only walk side to side like a craaaab!

That Kid's Mom: Dear, what's wrong?! Our house is this way!

Guy That Also Tried Them: I--I'm so sorry! For some reason my body's only letting me move backwards, like a shrimp!

That Guy's Sister: Big brother, hold on! Where are you going?!

Snow & White: Ohoho! How fun!

Snow: It's a good thing we only pretended to eat them!

Bradley: Wha--?!

White: I wonder when the two of you are going to start showing the effects~?

Owen: I'll kill you…

Borda Island Resident: Oh no! Everyone's acting all weird because of those magic snacks! The wizards in the market are handing out weird magic snacks!

Borda Island Resident: Huh?! The wizards in the market are giving out poisoned snacks?!

Borda Island Resident: Help us! No matter what we do, we can't stop schooling like sardines! Even though we don't want to, we just keep moving together!

Bradley: Tch… You idiots got us caught up in some real bullshit.

Owen: If I just kill everyone here…

Snow: My, what's wrong, you two? You're standing back-to-back.

White: You're like mussels!

Owen: Tch… <Cure Memini>

Snow: Oh, he vanished!

White: And we wanted to play more~!

Snow: …That said, this is certainly quite a mess.

White: While we find these kinds of snacks fun, for humans, this is a strange and frightening experience.

Borda Island Resident: What should I do?! I tried one of those fruits earlier!

Market Wizard: Well now, this is a rare magical fruit. I'll give you a sample, just for today…

Traveler: Stop it, you murderer!

Market Wizard: Wh-what did you just call me?!

Borda Island Resident: Won't anyone save me, a poor little arthropod~?

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Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: … Fufu…

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Riquet: Fufu… It's almost our turn.

Mitile: Yeah! I hope they're not sold out yet.

Riquet: If they're sold out, are we not going to get anything?

Rutile: I guess so, if they're completely out of everything.

Riquet: Oh no…! … I pray…that we may buy something…

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: We're all sold out of torta di cocco for the day!

Rutile & Mitile & Riquet: …!!

Rutile: Oh no… They did sell out.

Riquet: …How…How could this happen…

Mitile: We already planned to stay the night here, so let's come again tomorrow.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: You boys there.

Riquet: Do you mean us?

Riquet: (She seems like a kind person… And she's wearing a pretty flower ring.) (I feel like I've seen it before…)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: I'd like to give you this, if you'll accept. I already ate some earlier today.

Riquet: Are you sure?!

Rutile: But, but…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: But you all want to eat it. I'm acquainted with this shop's owner. Everything they make is a masterpiece.

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: Thank you so much. Lady Claudia…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Don't worry. I just felt terribly sorry for them. I'll be sure to come again.

Riquet: (Lady Claudia… Is that this woman's name?) Claudia. Are you sure it's okay for us to take this torta di cocco?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes, of course. I won't complain about it later, I promise.

Riquet: You promise… (I think my mother would be about the same age as this woman.) (I wonder what kind of person she was?)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Boy?

Riquet: My name is not "boy", it's Riquet. I'm a wizard, so I can't make a promise in return.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Is that right, Riquet. Well then, it'll be a promise just for me. I'm quite experienced with solo promises, I'll have you know.

Riquet: Solo promises?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes. Like promising you I won't complain, or promising to take care of this memento of my sister… Or promising to only love a single person for the rest of my life.

Riquet: …

Rutile: How lovely… Miss Claudia. Thank you for your kindness. We've been looking forward to eating torta di cocco very much. I'm really, truly grateful.

Claudia: Well, I'm happy to hear that. I hope you enjoy your wonderful sweets. Now then, please excuse me.

Mitile: Thank you!

Riquet: Thank you. (I think that I've made a lot of promises in my own heart, too.) (Because I know that rules, justice, morals, and proper procedures must be followed.) (But I'm still trying to find a solo promise that's just for my own sake…) (And I haven't been able to find one.) (It's like I've fallen into the vast ocean to drown and sink to its deepest depths.) (I imagine this is how that feels.) (My heart is like the ocean.) (There's nothing in it but dark depths.)

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Akira: This is so good…!

Rutile & Mitile: It's soooo tasty!

Riquet: This torta di cocco really is wonderful…! I need to express my thanks to Claudia.

We'd neatly split the torta di cocco into even pieces, and now we were eating it, sitting by the seaside. Torta di cocco was something very similar to coconut cake. It was a cake as fluffy as a cloud and packed with lots of coconut, and even its appearance was unique.

Mithra: Well, this is good.

Rutile: Ah, Mithra… If you're only going to have a single bite, don't take such a big one…

Akira: (Honestly, it kind of feels like a waste to give any to someone like Mithra, considering he'll say even charcoal is good…)

Mithra seemed interested in the bits of shredded coconut that were fluttering down. I wonder if it reminded him of the snow in Northern Country. Gulls were calling in the background. I looked up at Mithra, sitting at my side, and his gaze was fixed on the ocean as sweet, powdery snow fell from between his fingers. His lips were pressed together, and his expression was hard to read.

Akira: …Is something wrong, Mithra?

Mithra: Something's here.

Akira: Huh?

I became the target of Mithra's gaze instead. My breath caught in my throat. In the waning light of the sun, he was as beautiful as a painting--a masterpiece had been drawn right next to me.

Mithra: There's something in the ocean.

I looked out to the ocean. I didn't see anything but the calm lapping of waves and seabirds silhouetted against the sky. But then…

Mitile: Ah… Look. Those people walking down the beach…

Mitile pointed his finger towards the edge of the beach.

✦✧☾✧✦

Under the sky dyed in the warm hues of sunset, where seagulls could spread their wings and soar undisturbed… A strange procession had formed on the shore. At the head of the procession was a man with long, white hair and fluttering blue clothes. I could tell he was a beautiful, elegant person even from a distance. Following behind him were many women in bright, colorful clothing. It was like they were fish with gleaming scales, swimming through the sunset scenery as though it were the middle of the sea. The white-haired man at the front…was wearing a silver bracelet with a large gemstone set in it.

Rutile: Is that the prince of the fallen kingdom the bard was singing about…?

He raised his head. I had the feeling he looked at me and smiled.

Mithra: …!

Akira: Wah, what's wrong?!

Mithra had suddenly scooped all four of us into his arms. He was protecting not only the Southern brothers he'd sworn to defend, but me and Riquet too, his whole body prepared to respond to anything.

Mithra: Why here…

Akira: D…Do you know him?

Mithra: I do not. However… He is not something that should be on land.

Mithra's voice was somewhat shrill. That startled me, and I stared at the silver-haired man. Mithra feared nothing and no one but the world's strongest wizard, Oz, and yet I'd just felt him shiver. In perfect contrast to Mithra, the silver-haired man wore a honeyed smile as he approached. The gentle evening breeze caught his silver tresses and the blue fabric of his clothing, and they fluttered through the air as if dancing. It was as if he were the sea itself. His eyes were a silver so pure they seemed almost transparent. It was a bit frightening.

???: Hwylryn.

Akira: Huh…?

But he did not repeat whatever he'd just said. Yet, somehow, I knew that had to be his name.

Mithra: …If you get any closer, I'll kill you.

At some point, Mithra had pulled out his magic focus, his crystal skull. The Southern brothers and Riquet both drew back, pressing against Mithra, his current state putting them on edge. The silver-haired young man…who was probably Hwylryn simply smiled. It was a friendly but mischievous expression.

Hwylryn: Be at ease, wizard of the North. I'm here to negotiate. What's your name?

Akira: Um…Akira.

Mithra: Master Sage!

Akira: Sh…should I not have told him?!

Hwylryn: Ahh, the Sage. So you're the Sage? Hmmmm.

Hwylryn narrowed his silver eyes. It was like the expression of a cat facing the sun. I could feel Mithra, still standing vigilant at my back, but as I looked at the man standing in front of us, I could feel my fear fading away. I couldn't say why, but he seemed like a cat who wanted just wanted to come and stick his paws in the middle of things.

Akira: …What do you want to negotiate?

Hwylryn: Sage. Take this.

He extended his hand, and I reached mine out, too. I blinked, and my hand was filled with gemstones. I didn't know what exactly all of them were called, but I could tell they were well-sized, well-cut, and very, very valuable.

Hwylryn: I'm giving this to you.

Akira: For… For the torta di cocco?

Hwylryn: Yeah. I heard the last customers had been served. And that you lot were those last customers.

Akira: Ah…

There were so many things I should've asked him, but the question that ended up coming out was a weird one.

Akira: Are you Hwylryn?

Hwylryn: That's right.

He kneeled down in front of me, maybe to meet my eyes. His silvery, transparent eyes looked up at me. It seemed like he was deliberately trying to downplay his commanding presence to put us more at ease.

Hwylryn: Please?

I split my slice of torta di cocco in half with my hand and gave him the part I hadn't taken a bite from yet. Maybe I should've given him the whole thing, but it was so delicious that I ended up only giving him half.

Akira: H…here.

Hwylryn: Thank you.

Hwylryn took a bite of the torta di cocco. Shredded coconut fell to the sand, dancing through the air as it went. Hwylryn looked up at Mithra, who had kind of stopped breathing, and grinned at him. The fluttering tips of his sleeves brushed against Mithra's nose. But Mithra had never had someone tease him like that before, so he was just left confused.

Mithra: …?!

Hwylryn: Let's play together soon, wizard of the North.

That was how Hwylryn and I first met.

****TL Note: Hwylryn's name, while not a literary reference, is taken from the Welsh word hwyl, meaning "fun" or "passion".

Next Chapter

[rachi-roo]

lee kirishima, lers bakugou & todoroki (sorry for a typo in the request huhu), I'm the anon that previously requested a fic hehe

Yaaaay! Thank you so much for the ask anon! This is going to be an interesting one 👀 I've never written a ler Todoroki before! He's a funny one, I hope I can create a believable scenario with these three for you! 😙🩵💙

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My Hero Academia: Prop Hunt

Summary: Tickle fic. No shipping. Lee Kirishima, Lers Bakugo and Shoto.

Aizawa has decided that the students of class 1A need a break, a fun activity rather than vigorous, gruelling hero training. So he's devised a sort of prop hunt, where some of the class are the items! Left in pairs, can Bakugo and Shoto retrieve their red-headed prop before time runs out?

10/02/23

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"If I was a shitty-haired bolder, where would I hide?" Bakugo thought out loud, crouching and opening the counter cabinets in the dormouse kitchen, peering inside. Empty.

"Probably not among the pots and pans. He's a little big." A placid Shoto responded, casually sipping his capri-sun.

"He's dumb enough to try squeezing in here, probably got his butt stuck somewhere." The blonde pushed the cupboards shut with his knee, stuffing his hands into his tracksuit bottoms. The class had been split up into pairs and given a prop to recover in a set time. The prop being another student. Bakugo and Shoto were set to capture Kirishima. Make him surrender. And bring him back to Aizawa.

Shoto looked around the lounge, pouting as he finished his drink. "Maybe we should try outside? Kirishima likes the sunny weather. Like a turtle." He smiled slightly to himself, thinking of a little Kirishima sprawled on the lawn.

"Outside? Huh, not a bad shout."

"I didn't shout."

"God's sake. C'mon icey-hot."

~~~~

Outside, Bakugo and Shoto split up, starting to check the various bushes and trees that surrounded the dorms. Todoroki pushed through some of the common Boxwood shrubs, that ran along the bottom of the building, hearing a sneeze nearby. He narrowed his eyes, spotting a small tuft of red hair poking out from the flowers.

Raising a hand and waving to get Bakugos attention, he then pointed to the suspicious-looking spot among the bushes. The ash blonde nodded with a crooked smirk, raising his fingers, signaling a countdown from three.

".... Now!" The pair suddenly ambushed their prey, grabbing at his wrists and tugging him from the bushes and wrestling him to the ground on his back.

"WAAH! Woah, woah! Geez, can't a guy enjoy his bush nap in peace?!" The redhead yelped, struggling against his attackers, trying to twist his wrists free.

"Told you. Turtle in the sun." Todoroki nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. You gonna come quietly, prop?" Bakugo sneered, pressing a finger against Kirishima's forehead, tauntingly.

Kirishima opened his pinned hands in defeat. "Sure am. 'm too tired to fight." He let a yawn slip as he tried to stretch. Bakugo and Shoto looked at each other, then back at Kirishima before loosening their grip.

In one swift movement, Kirishima kicked both the boys away, dashing to the dorms where he knew the two wouldn't be able to use their quirks so freely. "Damn it icey-hot!" Bakugo spat, springing back onto his feet.

"What did I do?"

"Wh-? Ugh, nothing, just get him!" The two chased after their prop as he darted into the lounge, vaulting over the couch. "Haha! Not today ya' goobs!" He jeered, enjoying the fun of the hunt.

This cat-and-mouse chase lasted only a few minutes before they finally cornered their prize. The two closed in slowly, poised to strike. "Just come quietly, prop."

"Not a chance-!" Kirishima made a break for it, trying to slip past the two kidnappers. Bakugo snagged his shirt as he dashed, wrestling him to the floor, ending up on top of the redhead, straddling his waist with his arms pinned by his sides.

"You should have just come quietly, shitty-hair. Now I gotta run your battery down so you won't run." Bakugos cruel grin sent a fearful jitter down Kirishima's spine, his breath hitching as he watched his capture crack his knuckles.

"W-Wait a moment, I won't run again! I swear I-AHA! Bahakugo!" Todoroki watched as Bakugo dug into the poor boy's ribs, sending him into a flurry of loud, hearty laughter. Legs flailing and stamping behind as he tried to wriggle free.

"Bakugo! C-C'mohon! Tickling isn't FAHAHAIR!" His laughter picked up when Bakugo switched to his lower ribs, pinching and massaging the bone with his thumbs. "Life's not fair, Red-Wriggles. You did this to yourself." The blonde grinned, watching as Kirishima twisted this way and that, trying to hide his face from view.

"Oi, icy-hot. This would go a lot quicker if you helped out." He snapped, nodding for Todoroki to sit on the victim's legs. "Me? I'm not very good at tickling, Bakugo." He shrugged.

"Not good at it? It's easy, dumbass. Sit. I'll walk you through it." He demanded, giving Kirishima a friendly pat on the cheek. "You're gonna be sleeping for a week when we're done with ya."

Todoroki sat on Kirishima's legs, facing his feet, staring blankly as he waited for instructions. "Alright, get his boots off."

"Done."

"Wait!" Kirishima yelped, already dreading what was to come. "I'll pay! I'll pay you!"

"Damn right you're gonna pay, with your suffering." Bakugo grinned. "Okay, Half 'n' half, start tickling."

"How?"

"However you want. Poke, scribble, drag, anything. This Shitty-hair is most ticklish on his feet so anything should work."

"Oh... So, like this?" With a single finger, he started training up and down the length of the props foot, immediately earning a strained giggle, feeling the leg kick beneath him.

"Noho! P-Plehease! Not my feet, I can't ta-HAHAHA!" His pleading was silenced when Todoroki suddenly raked all tour fingers up and down both the trapped, socked, soles. He seemed to immediately understand what needed to be done, no more coaching necessary.

"That's the way, Icey-hot. Keep doing what ya' doing." Bakugo sneered, picking up where he left off, wrecking the boy's ribs.

"Stahap! Oho oh gahad! pleHEHAHA! N-No!" Kirishima's laughter was very randomized, going from giggles to hollering, back to giggling as Todoroki experimented on his worst spot, testing each area of the feet.

"I'm gonna try his toes next." Todoroki narrated, starting to enjoy himself more. He liked the sound of his friends laughing. "Go for it, Icey-hot." Bakugo beamed, knowing very well that Kirishima couldn't stand teasing.

"No! Don't say it! Just- AAAAH! AHAHA! NO! Gehehet off! TODOROKIHIHIHI!" The red head couldn't stand it, his head thrown back as his eyes clouded up with happy tears, trying desperately to scrunch his toes up to protect them. It was no use, with Bakugo shifting positions on his torso so frequently, it left the rest of his limbs uncoordinated, instead just flailing helplessly.

"He's very ticklish under his toes." Todoroki concluded, scribbling underneath the digits at the sensitive skin underneath. "He sure is. And he hates when you do this~" Bakugo grinned, making his hands into fists, pressing the knuckles into Kirishima's ribs, vibrating them into each dip between the bone.

"NAAAAA! OH SHIT-! AHAHAHAhahaaa!-" The poor hero's laughter trailed off into silent hysterics as both his weak points were targeted, a sharp breath between the silence was keeping him alive as all he could do was mouth the words 'please' and 'no'.

This lighthearted torture only lasted a few moments before Todoroki looked up at the clock, gasping at the time. "Bakugo, we've got ten minutes to get him back to Aizawa!" He exclaimed. Bakugo too looked at the clock, narrowing his eyes. He didn't want to stop.

"You got lucky this time, Shima'. C'mon." Bakugo smiled as he pulled a limp Kirishima to his feet, the boy groaned and panted in response. "Nooo..." He was exhausted. "We don't have time for this. Here-" Todoroki offered to carry the boy piggyback. To which he didn't protest.

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The team made it back to Aizawa just in time, everyone else was already gathered there. Kirishima was almost asleep on the boy's shoulders, his hair sticking up more randomly than it usually was. Nevertheless, they succeeded in winning their prop hunt, and got to have a laugh together at the same time.

[rainbow-pop-arts]

N-nothing can go wrong in this last part of my Trigun Maximum vol 10 thoughts for @trigunbookclub….r-right?

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 63-64 under the cut! 

LITTLE WOOWOO

Little did they know, he wasn’t gonna be adopted to a loving home

Wolfwood’s calling himself a killer and a monster again (Aw, Livio’s just sitting alone)

Hey, c.mon now, Wolfwood! Vash surely doesn’t care that you’re one of the bad guys! (＾▽＾;)

Livio epic fail

OH NO

Aw, look at the kids being kids! (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)

…………….

So this is what they called the couch scene

Oh, he dead

MR. NIGHTOW YOU DID NOT JUST CALLED THE CHAPTER THAT

Bro’s friend just died and literally cooked fried rice

Why is he so direct about that

Vash is dodging the question (Ò_Ó)

His hair is semi-black now! I have entered a new phase of Vash

Anyways, back to minutes after Wolfwood’s death

KNIVES THAT BASTARD! (ÒДÓ)

DAMN, BISH, HE LEFT LIKE THAT????? (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾) (If Knives somehow knew that Wolfwood’s dead beside Vash, that’s probably why he’s laughing like a maniac. Like he’s laughing that his own brother lost another person who’s close to him)

My dumbass thought he used his powers to make the ingredients for the fried rice

I wanna tell someone that this is after when someone died on the previous chapter 

Shhhh, they’re cope-eating

…..They cope-ate too much

Welp……that’s the end of that volume

That’s all for TriMax Vol 10…… ( ʘ ⌓ ʘ )

Bonus thoughts: Wolfwood……like he’s gone for real????

(Manga: Takopi no Genzai) Okay, so I got something to confess to y’all……I knew Wolfwood was gonna overdose himself all a long so it didn’t impact me that much, but it still hurts there’lI be no more of him. I didn’t knew the reason why he decided to do that before I reached his death. Actually, I think I still don’t know why he did it. Was it because he sees himself too much of a monster? Is it because his healing juices won’t work anymore? Why did Vash just LET him?  Anyways, yaaaay Livio’s part of Vash’s journey now! ╰(▔∀▔)╯……………….NOOOOOOOO NO MORE WOLFWOOD!!!!!! (╯ᗒᗣᗕ╰)

Those freaking fanarts lied to me, man. I saw fanarts of Vash and Wolfwood with Livio wearing a hat and I thought “Oh, looks like there’s gonna be another guy fighting alongside them” but NOOOOO, Wolfwood dies before THAT happens! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “who better than me”. The screen splits in two, similar to the end of Do You Wanna Build A Snowman from Frozen as Uma rushes to the door and pounds on it, crying her eyes out, begging Gil not to leave her as he runs away in a hurry)

Uma: GIL! GIL!!!! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE ALONE GIL!!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!!!! I don’t want to be alone. I don’t like the dark.

(Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, the rest of The Royal Court are celebrating the completion of the rebuilding process. To that end. Mal and Jay have jumped up on the bar. This is when “if I didn’t have you” happens. After the song. Carlos shoos Mal and Jay off the bar, takes their place on it and addresses the others)

Carlos: yes, yes. We rebuilt everything. We’re so smart. We’re so happy. Yaaaay! But do we really want my mother hogging the karaoke machine? I think not.

Ben: low blow buddy.

Carlos: but true father. But. True. Now. Who wants ME to perform?

(Everyone cheers)

Carlos: good answer. Diego. With me.

(This is when “it’s all love” happens. After the song. Evie stands up and raises her glass to Carlos)

Evie: thank you for that C. Now who would like to hear me and Doug sing a real song?

Quinn: please.

Doug: how does no.20 sound?

Evie: I loooove no.20. Nobody join in. Just us two. Lonnie. Hit it.

(This is when “don’t go breaking my heart” happens. After the song)

Anthony: that was very nice guys. But how about we all have a go now?

Evie (whining): oh but why.

Mal: because he said so. You gotta respect your elders sis.

Anthony: hurtful.

Mal: ah but true.

Anthony:....yeah....Let’s see now. No.48? Carlos?

Carlos: that’ll do. Ma? Pa?

Ben: ooooh yes.

Mal: ‘bout time we did a group number.

Freddie: then let’s do it!

(Everyone looks at her quizzically)

Freddie: what? I haven’t said anything for a while.

Everyone: let’s do it!

(This is when “sing” happens. After the song. Hadie gently removes his hand from Anthony’s and approaches Mal)

Hadie: hey Mally can we talk?

Mal: hey bro. Wanna drink? We got beer, vermouth, whisky, vodka. Not gin because it Carlos nightmares. What’re you in the mood for?

Hadie: we need to talk about Harry.

(Mal’s hand, still holding her knife, zooms to a stop less than an inch above a martini olive. Thinking fast, Ben magic’s away the knife and every piece of sharp cutlery away from Mal)

Mal: thank you sweetheart. Could you um. Take everyone but uh the boys and Evie away somewhere else. Please?

Ben: as you wish. And Hadie.

Hadie: yeah?

Ben: you’ve fucked up. Again.

Hadie: yep.

(Ben teleports the others away, leaving Hadie alone with the core four)

Hadie: okay hear me out.

Mal: no.

Hadie: Mally please.

Mal: I said no Hadie. How many times do you want to say it? No. No. No. And no. Is that enough for you? Or maybe you want to hear it in a different language? No. Óchi. Non. Nō! Is that enough for you Hadie? Is it? Is that enough for you big brotha?

Jay: don’t do the accent. You sound like a chav.

Mal: right. Sorry.

Hadie: Mally please. He was our brother. The least we can do now that the trench has opened is go look for his remains.

Mal: no! It was your brother! Your fault! Your mistake! Not mine.

Hadie: what’s that supposed to mean?

Evie: believe me. You do not want to know.

Mal: we’re not looking for it. Because the current most likely scenario is that an angler fish has already found it, eaten it and she’s it out.

Hadie (nearing tears): don’t talk like that. Please don’t talk like that. Our brother deserves a fune-

(Mal let’s put a cold, high, piercing laugh that sends ice up everyone’s spine and she doesn’t stop until Hadie backs away)

Mal: you really think it deserves a funeral? Did Carlos to get chased down and slashed open with a hook when he was eleven years old? Did Ben deserve to be kidnapped and early just because of his connection to me? Don’t you dare tell me what it deserves. Because as far as I’m concerned. It already got what it deserved. And my only regret is that I didn’t kill it myself.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: the hell ahead doesn’t.

(He takes his shirt off)

Carlos: this right here on my back. Where it flayed me open like a haddock on a board. It’s been seven years and you still see the scars. Does that seem like the image of your brother that you had in your head? Does it Uncle Hadie?

Evie: I saved Carlos. I pulled Harry off of him. And broke Harry’s leg in two.

Jay: that’s why Mal let Evie into the gang.

Mal: after I kicked her into the barriers roof for tattling on us when we were eight.

Carlos: take a good look Uncle. This is what your precious innocent baby brother did to me.

Mal: just not the scar on his neck. That was all Cruella.

Hadie: why don’t you have a belly button?

Jay: our fault.

Mal: yeah. We were eight. We didn’t know what navels are because we don’t have them and we thought it was a wound. We vanished it.

Hadie: huh. Anyway, anyway. I’m begging you. Please. Allow a search for our brother’s remains so he can be properly buried.

Mal: no.

Hadie: why not?

Mal: because I didn’t like it. Ben didn’t like it. Jay, Carlos and Evie didn’t like it. Nobody liked it apart from you and dad.

Hadie: Uma liked him.

Mal: oh. I don’t see you beseeching her to throw it a funeral. Now I wonder why that is(?) Oh yes. Because YOU hate her. So you come crawling to me in the hopes that I’ll forget that I hate him once look into your sad, sad yellow eyes(.) You bet on the wrong dragon Haydes. Now get out of here before I horrifically lose my temper and conveniently forget that you’re my brother.

Jay (getting an idea): hey Mal. What if we....

(He leans over and whispers in Mal’s ear. As he does so Mal face splits into a very wide and very cruel Cheshire Cat grin)

Mal: ooooh. I like that. Yo Hadie. (She sends a stream of magic into Ben’s walk-in wardrobe)

Mal: though there you’ll find a little mock up theoretical funeral for Harry planned by us. But be warned. Once you’re there you can’t leave until the sequence is over.

(Hadie speeds through the door)

Mal (aside to the others): he is soooo gonna regret that. Let’s go.

(They all walk into Ben’s wardrobe. On the other side is a lavish outdoor funeral. Very traditional. Bright and sunny. Everyone is wearing black. A giant portrait of a bruised and battered Harry is hanging on a black velvet curtain behind a podium. Carlos steps up to the podium. This is when “homecoming” happens. After the song. Persey gets back to their family’s residence)

Persey: hey guys. Can’t stay long. Somethings up with u-Kay. What’s dad doing?

Persephone: Sherlocking it my dear. Your father is Sherlocking it.

Persey: not a word.

Persephone: right. Sorry. Your father is going through her brain in hopes of finding a memory of Harry being happy to see her.

Persey: why?

Persephone: she thinks she saw Harry earlier.

Persey: what?

Hades: I don’t think I saw him. I know I saw him floating across the courtyard. Not eight hours ago.

Persey: eight hours. Dad listen to me very carefully and think extremely hard. Where was “Harry” supposedly going?

Hades: to the enchanted lake.

Persey: right. Okay. Oh boy this is bad. This is very, very bad. Mom. Stop dad from trying to find Harry. By any means necessary. I gotta go.

Persephone: where are you going?

Persey (already running out the door): to circumvent disaster!

(On their way back the kings office Persey bumps into Gil who’s heading in opposite direction. The two of them spin around, holding onto each other’s arms until they settle down)

Persey and Gil: where’s Mal? How should I know? I just got back! I’m asking you! Stop copying me! Argh!

Persey: oh this isn’t gonna work!

(They spot Ben coming out of the castles bar)

Persey: BEN! Benbenbenben! Come with us!

Ben: whoah! What’s happening? Where are we going?

Persey and Gil: we’ll explain on the way!

(Back in the kings residence. Mal is at the bar, once again, pointedly ignoring her older brothers pained pleas)

Hadie: please Mally. Please. I know you can get Ben on side. I can do the rest.

Mal: Carlos. You and Doug have been reading up on dimensions of magic. Do you know if a god can be executed?

Carlos: yes. But they’d reconstitute in ten working days.

Mal: good. If Hadie keeps bleating then we can hang him.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: oooh but she does.

Hadie: no. No I refuse to believe that. If she didn’t feel anything about our brother dying she wouldn’t have those tears in her eyes CHRIST!!!!

(Mal’s had enough and thrown a bottle of bourbon at Hadie that narrowly misses shatters against the wall behind him)

Mal: ENOUGH HADIE!!!! ENOUGH!!!! OKAY!!!! ENOUGH!!!! WE HATED IT!!!! WITH EVERY FIBRE OF OUR BEINGS WE HATED IT!!!! AND RIGHT NOW-oh my god Carlos! I am so sorry!

(She rushes over to Carlos and pulls him into a crushing hug)

Carlos (unaffected but embarrassed): I’m okay, ma. Ma, I’m okay. Finish what you were doing.

Mal: are you sure?

Carlos: yes. I’m sure.

Mal: okay.

(She uses magic to throw Hadie throw the wall. Next thing he knows, Hadie’s falling through the blackness until he lands in a void filled with the rotting corpses of Harry Hook)

Mal (her skin green and covered in scales, her horns large and curling outwards, her hair and dress purple flame, walking through the corpses and tearing them apart like tissue paper as her voice reverberates inside of Hadie’s head): you want ussss to locate and hold a funeral for a dead basssstard who we hated and who hated ussss! And after all of thissss I have. Jusssst. One. Quesssstion.

Hadie (on his knees, his hands covering his ears and sobbing his eyes out): WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! WHAHAHAT?!?!

(The illusion ends and they’re back in the kings residence)

Mal: why?

Hadie (still shuddering in terror): huh?

(This is when “requiem” happens. After the song. Ben, Gil and Persey rush in, panicked and very, very scared)

Gil: is everyone okay?

Mal: yeah. Yeah I um. I just had a little tiff with my big brother.

Carlos: the moron thought he could beg us to look for hook’s corpse.

Gil (chuckling nervously): about that....heheh.

(Cut to the Enchanted Lake)

Mal (from hundreds of miles away): WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

(Back in the palace. Mal and Gil are running at full speed towards Milo’s offices. On their way they pass Ben’s Ego and Mal’s Id)

Ego: this is really bad isn’t it?

Id: oh honey. Only for Uma. For us it’s all going to be wildly entertaining.

(He looks directly at the audience again)

Id: enjoy.

(Mal and Gil are greeted by Facillier at Milo’s observation office. Through the two way mirror Mal can clearly see the spectral Harry floating around Uma’s terrified head)

Mal: shit.

Gil: he really is back then.

Facillier: not fully your highness. Nothing more than a ghost.

Mal: a poltergeist you mean.

Facillier: you need your fix this your grace.

Mal: not Celia. Not my problem. By the way. How the hell can you see it?

Facillier: I was dead once. The after effects are exceedingly long lasting.

Mal: oh.

Facillier: and yes you do need to help my daughter. You’re family. And this is what family does for each other.

Mal: oh god how did this happen?

(This is when “the kids aren’t alright” happens. After the song. Ben walks into his office to find Mal, Evie, Hades, Persephone and the twins lined up in front of his desk in military fashion)

Ben: not that I don’t like a nice family meeting but why do you all look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to activate the Zords and stop Emperor Grumm?

Mal: Persey and Gil were right. Harris a ghost and it’s haunting Uma.

Ben: ah. Wait. If this is about Uma why is Evie here?

Doug: Persey’s holding her sewing machine hostage.

Ben: that’s fair. Okay so. What’s the first order of business? Oh and uh. At ease.

(The gods and demigods relax)

Mal: we need to figure out how it came back.

Doug: Carlos thought it was the black cauldron.

Hadie: but I deactivated it when we won.

Ben: how so?

Hadie: I’m a god. I jumped into it then reconstituted a few seconds later.

Ben: if you say so Captain Jack. Right then. Any other theories?

Persey: oh no. Oh nononononono

Mal: what?

Persey: I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

Ben: what Persey? What is it?

Persey: I think it was me. I think I left The Door open when I sent Verna to asphodel during the Processing.

Ben: right....

Mal (thinking quickly): Pain! Panic!

Pain and Panic: princess?

Mal: go to the underworld. Check and double check every door and opening. Make sure none of the dead can get through. We can’t risk any more leakages.

(The imps disappear)

Mal: Boss. Take dad and Hadie back to Olympus please.

Persey (nearing tears): Mal I am so-

Mal: it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that. This is just a precaution. We can’t afford to have them trying to talk to it.

Persey: right.

(They teleport themselves, Hades and Hadie back home)

Ben: good thinking Mal.

Mal: thanks.

Doug: what do we do about Uma though?

Evie: I say we kill her. We can use your axe.

Mal: shaddup Evie. We’re not doing that. We’ll have to isolate her in her suite

Ben: are you sure?

Mal: yes. No. I don’t know. All I know is we can’t have Uma walking around until we get rid of the ghost floating about her head. We need to protect her as well as everybody else. Because if she finds a way to bring it back. We are all screwed.

(In Uma’s suite. She’s shivering with terror as Harry’s ghost gently unravels her now fully lavenderbraids. This is when “it’s a dangerous game” happens. After the song. Uma wrests herself away from his grip)

Uma: you’re not here. You can’t be here. You’re dead. I saw you die. You’re dead!

Harry: I know that. Why’d ya think I ain’t got legs? But you can fix that.

Uma (covering her ears with her hands in a futile effort to block Harry out): you’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here.

Harry (taking Uma’s hands off of her ears): oh but I am. You can’t escape this Uma. I need to come back. To prove them wrong. To prove my bitch sister wrong. We need each other.

Uma: NO!

(She turns towards the mirror but she can still see Harry. This is when “my demons” happens. After the song. In the infirmary. Mal, Gil, Freddie and Celia are watching as Uma gets sedated)

Gil: is he still here?

Mal: yep.

Celia: I told her. Back in Arendelle. I fucking told her this would kill her.

Freddie: what’s happening to my sister?

Mal: Harry’s back. He’s haunting Uma. And what the hell do you mean by you said that what would kill her?

Celia: she tried to switch her magic from sea witch to voodoo.

Mal: shit.

Freddie: I’m not following. Like. At all.

Odie: there’s a hierarchy to magic.

Mal: yeah. Gods, genies and dark fae are like the top three.

Odie: correct child. Vooodoo is near the bottom. Just above regular, run of the mill witches.

Freddie: but Diego? And Ben, Lonnie, Doug and Gil?

Odie: magic can be given sweetness. Either willingly or unconsciously.

Mal: like that that tornado I made that turned Ben into Hybrid?

Odie: correct again. You’re good at this your maj.

Mal: yeah well between Doug and the library I learnt a lot. 

Celia: and those exosuits from before?

Odie: same principle. It was Mal, Jay, Jane and Evie, and later Ben, granting magic to those without.

Mal: what does Uma need right now?

Freddie: what makes you think my grandmother knows?

Mal: it’s her modus operandi. Ditch the shallow and jump right into the deep end. But please don’t be cryptic. I am not in the mood for that right now.

Odie: simply put. One of em needs to let go. And since Harold Icarus Hook-

Celia: Harriet.

Mal: what?

Celia: Harriet named him after her. So technically his legal name is Harriet Hook Junior.

Mal: whoa....

Odie: indeed. So since Harriet Icarus Hook is the one haunting my eldest granddaughter, showing a truly breathtaking degree of stubbornness even among pirates.

Mal: it has to be Uma. Excuse me.

(She teleports into the dungeon. Once there she uses telekinesis to crash Cj’s head into the bars four times before throwing her into the back wall)

Cj: what the HELL!?!?

Mal: yo Harriet!

(Harriet cowers in fear until Mal holds her hand out for a fist bump. Which Harriet gladly acquiesces to)

Cj: what was that for?

Mal: feeling generous today. What’s that smell?

Cj: our lavatory situation.

Mal: I told you where the bathroom is.

Cj: we’re on protest.

Mal: stanking up the cell the pair of you gave to live in isn’t going to punish US. Just you. Both of you remember this. Behind that wall, middle stone in the centre panel, is a bathroom. Full amenities. Including two walk in wardrobes. One for each of you. Everything is self replenishing.

Cj: why didn’t you tell us this before?

Mal: we did. You’re just pricks.

(With that she teleports back to the infirmary and into the fire)

Mal: oh god what now?

Ella: she just started seizing. We don’t know why.

Mal: I think I do. Uma. Uma can you hear me. Cuz-zen

(Uma spits at Mal)

Mal: I’m guessing this is Harry.

Uma (in Harry’s voice): took long enough ya bitch. DONT FUCKING LOOK AT HER YOU BLOODY TRAITOR!!!!

(Gil cowers and turns towards the wall)

Mal: it’s okay Gil. Uma’s strapped down. Hook can’t hurt you. What do you want with our cousin?

Uma (still in Harry’s voice): just her.

(Both Harry and Uma’s voices scream in unison. A thick plume of blood red smoke shoots out of Uma’s mouth which results in her vanishing into the ether)

Mal: find her! Find her NOW!

(She heads to Ben’s office only to find him waiting for her at the closed door)

Ben: we have a slight problem.

Mal (exhausted): another one?

Ben: yeah.

(He opens the door to find Maddie and Quinn standing in front of the desk looking excited)

Ben: they refused to leave until they talked to us together.

Mal (aware of the insanity that’s about to unfold): oh boy. Let’s get started then.

Maddie: why is a raven like a writing desk!

Ben: because Edgar Allen Poe wrote on both. What was it you wanted to talk about?

Quinn: Maddox and I have a theory.

Ben (though an incredibly forced smile): about what?

Maddie: the daughter of the sea and the shadows.

Quinn: not the diminutive pain in the ass. The demented one.

Mal (aside to Ben): well ain’t that just the pot calling the kettle black?

Ben (the incredibly forced smile still plastered on his face): shush.

Mal: so. About Uma?

Quinn: ready?

Maddie: indubitably.

(This is when “white rabbit” happens. After the song. Maddie and Quinn turn around to find that Ben and Mal have teleported away. Back at the kings residence. Ben and Mal run into their personal staff)

Mal: Ebsen. Jimmy. Um. It’s Monday isn’t it?

Ebsen: yes ma’am.

Jimmy: shall we split off and commence with the weekly appointment?

Mal (cursing her and Ben’s luck): oh this is gonna be difficult.

Ben: could we reschedule for next Monday? You’ll be paid double for this week.

Jimmy: as you wish sir.

(The buffalo and chameleon leave, passing Gil on the way out)

Gil: what were the Mannings doing dressed like that?

Ben: Monday appointment.

Gil: Mr Manning was dressed as a chippendales extra.

Mal (bursting into comical tears): I KNOW!!!!

Ben (comforting her): it’s okay. It’s okay.

Gil: isn’t this like really ethically dubious? I mean. Ebsen is Mal’s lady’s maid and Jimmy’s your personal valet.

Ben: tell that to Lonnie, Jane, Doug and Jay. And besides. Once word got out about mine and Mal’s “interests”. It was only a matter of time before someone wanted to capitalise on it. Who better than a Sherwood chameleon and a Zootopia buffalo? And besides. It’s just a couples massage.

Gil (smelling bullshit but wanting to drop the issue): touché.

Mal (regathering herself): what’s wrong?

Gil: Evie’s been, what’s the word, scrying but she can’t find Uma.

Ben: course she can’t. She doesn’t care about Uma.

Mal: we just have to think. Where would a Harry possessed Uma go?

Ben: where he died.

Gil: looks like Hadie’s getting his wish after all.

Mal: not if we have to do with it. Cmon Gil. Let’s go.

(She sprouts wings and starts flying to the Mariana Trench)

Gil: léviter et voler

(He starts floating and follows Mal)

Ben: good luck. You’re gonna need it.

(The screen cuts to Uma walking towards the ocean. Her hair is completely lilac and her eyes are blood red from pupil to sclerae. She’s being followed by Mal and Gil in an aerial pursuit. This is when “boulevard of broken dreams” happens)

[oceansprompts]

Daredevil: Cutting Edge Quote Starters 1

quotes taken from the Marvel novel, Daredevil: The Cutting Edge (1999) by Madeleine E. Robins // adjust pronouns and lines as needed.

Don't bother to buzz him, I've been summoned.

It couldn't happen to a more deserving victim.

I don't believe in fairy tales.

It's too nebulous, too pie-in-the-sky.

Not one of 'em understands the bottom line, I'll bet.

Can I bring you a cup of coffee? I'm already on number seven or eight... I forget which.

So now we talk about my coffee consumption?

We do need to talk about your health.

Who the hell's been telling you these lies?

Wouldn't you like a chance to go, I don't know, live on a beach somewhere, drinking rum punch or something?

I'd rather go to hell, I love this. This is what I do.

Everyone dies sooner or later.

This room would lok so much better with lighter color, less brass and leather. It's such an old money look. It's old fashioned.

I've given myself a little time. I've given myself almost a year. I don't want to wait any longer.

This room defintiely needs to go lighter. Get rid of those horrible dark drapes, all the leather.

Maybe it's better this way. It's really very graceful of you; I wouldn't have thought of it. You die, I get the insurance money, we save the cost of a gold watch, and I get your office.

Don't look at me that way; I'm not the one who drank a dozen cups of coffee a day and never got any exercise.

I think my work is done. Thanks for the chat, it's been lovely.

Boy, is he in a mood! He asked not to be disturbed, and I suree wouldn't go in there if I were you.

By day, lawyer, friend, even lover. By night, Daredevil.

Not bad for a skinny blindd kid from Hell's Kitchen.

Not as flashy as Spider-Man, maybe, but not too shabby.

Heads up, Charming!

Great, he likes to fight. Okay, pal, then party it is!

Heading this way; hope they brought an ambulance.

All right, longjohns, we'll do it without the blade.

I didn't kill him. Not with that blow, not this guy.

What is this guy, a zombie?

You moron, he's not the perp!

Okay, Mr. Off-the-Rack, what else did you leave behind?

How did you know ⸺ Oh. He told you.

He saved my life, did he tell you that?

Do you know how the attacker knew your name?

It's okay, you've been very brave.

It was a kind lie, kindly meant.

Don't ever let me lose you.

Pleading "blind man walked into the door" again, your honor.

It's impressive. What did you do?

Must have been one hell of a wall ⸺

Yaaaay for thee good guy!

So, he was the wall you ran into?

Yeesh, I don't have to worry about you.

The fumes play havoc with my sniffer.

Wht is that tune? You've been humming it for weeks.

Show off. I bet you even know what it means.

If I told you what it meant, that would be showing off.

Maybe it just works better when you've got a little life experience under your belt.

Triumph and hell, all at once. I wish you could have seen it.

Do you have time for coffee?

How about dinner tonight? In a real restaurant. Like grownups.

Off to Rykers. Another day in Fun City.

Have fun storming the castle!

Well, for the love a' ⸺

Maybe I should get Seeing Eye cat?

Seeing Eye gorilla, maybe!

Well, of the two, I guess the brain's more important.

Okay. Tell me the story the way you want to tell it.

They thought I'd be most... diplomatic.

Doesn't it seem a little too tidy? The pink ribbons and all?

Very good. Getting lots done. Very busy.

Does she have spies everywhere?

It's really lovely. I think you'll like it.

It should be lovely, for the amount of money it cost us.

Do we really need three playgrounds?

I presume that when you say "we are taking care of it" you mean you and ⸺

A problem? My dear, I trust you implicitly.

I don't care if you kill off a few of the local to drive the rest off, but don't taint the neighborhood.

He's playing golf! Who put this guy in a position where he can talk to the public?

Go away. You're interrupting my golf game.

Not me, I'm naturally susicious.

I was wondering if it was really any better in the lunch room than at your desk.

I just thought this might be more fun than what you were writing.

Tooth extraction would be more fun than what I'm writing.

Okay, hotshot, I'll take a stroll across the 'Net and see what turns up.

Does it look like they're going to be done with the painting anytime soon?

I don't like to leave you holding the bag, partner, but ⸺

Hey, I know what the fumes do to you.

The painters must be doing a brilliant job, because they're certainly taking their time. Only office is fully painted.

The chaos is too distracting.

Hang tough, partner. The painting can't go on forever.

The painting can't last forever, it'll only seem that way.

The paint fumes are probably eating my brain cells as we speak.

I can't smell anything, my food tastes funny...

I'm wasting away to a shadow of my former self.

I owe you one, when the painting'sdone and you can smell again, dinner's on me.

Two-bit mouthpieces! He actually said that? Who writes his dialouge?

At least he didn't call me shyster. I hate that.

So this guy deals with his problems by insulting you?

Why not just wave a big, huge red flag that says something susicious here?

Diplomacy is great for negotiation, but it makes lousy radio.

I will be the soul of discretion.

Is that what it says?

Nah, but I had you going for a minute, didn't I?

Geez, what a way to die.

Cripes, come down if you want to talk. I don't need a stiff neck.

You find anything out, share the wealth, will you?

Try not to break any of your well-informed friends too badly loking for information, okay?

Right, everytime you come in to chat, I wind up doing renovations. New plate glass, new tables, new ribcage...

[the-feral-one]

After Wo had put Pao in charge of looking after his shrine, and after making sure everyone had what they wanted to bring, the family had began to set off on their journey towards where they wanted to go.

The siblings talked about various things with their two dads, including the upcoming wedding. The more that was said, the more that Wo's cheeks went pink. They decided to change the subject after seeing Wo's reactions to their words.

It wasn't long before they were made to stop by something quite familiar.

"Papa Wo, look!"

Wo turned to see what Ogerpon was referring to. His expression turned unimpressed after seeing who she was pointing at.

"Nevah fought you'd leave me be'ind, big guy! What gives?" Chester gave Wo a disappointed look, which was soon dropped after he couldn't hold the face for long. "Jus' kiddin'! I'm not mad."

He stood with his hands on his hips. Ogerpon ran up to him.

"Hey Uncle Chester! Are you gonna come with us too?"

Before the Gholdengo could speak again, Ogerpon turned to Wo.

"Can he? Pleeeease?"

Chester rubbed the back of his head as Wo came up with his answer.

"While I did say that this was a 'family-only event', I...can make an exception this time."

Ogerpon gasped and held onto Chester. The Gholdengo playfully tried to get her to let go.

"Yaaaay!"

"Awright, y' can let me go now! Any more shakin' an' me arm'll fall off!"

Ogerpon let go of Chester.

"Wait..." Wo began, catching Chester's attention. "What about..."

"Peseta?" Chester pointed one finger upwards. "Well, 'oo am I to not let 'em be cooped up in th' stuffy academy all day and all night?" He looked behind him, then stepped to the side. "What I'm sayin' is, that they're right 'ere."

Peseta looked up at Wo as they came forward.

"I needed time away from the academy. Of course I needed to inform Clavell about such actions, but, after some careful negotiations, here I am." They looked to the side and raised an eyebrow at Chester. "It's going to be worth it too, I can tell."

"Eh-heh..!" Chester rubbed the back of his head again. "We gonna set off soon, or..?"

"Oh, yes." Wo nodded and turned around, ready to resume the journey. "Onwards, but only when you're ready."

The group was about to proceed when they were stopped by a distant shout.

"Wo-Chieeeeennn!!"

The snail turned around again, and was met by an eager snow leopard almost colliding with him.

"I'm comin' with ya too!" Pao sat up after falling on his face. Wo gave him a slight glare.

"I...thought I left you in charge of my shrine, Pao..! If you're here, now, who is watching over it?"

"Well.." Pao began, motioning with both paws as he explained. "Y'see, I was doing that, but then Ting-Lu came by. He was lookin' for his two little ones, so I let him see them, but then he asked about you, and I said you're goin' on vacation, and Ting-Lu turned to me and said 'Go find them all and go with them.', so I did after he said he'd look after your shrine."

Wo raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head a little.

"Ting-Lu offered..."

"...to be shrine-sitter 'til you come back." Pao put both paws up and shook his head. "And believe me, Wo - no shrine invader or pesky fishy fireball's gonna get past him. The guy's a wall. You've seen how good he is at lookin' over stuff. 'member what he was like back in the day, when he was a lookout for his village? Body like a wall, eyes like a hawk. Your shrine's never been safer, Wo."

"Hmm.." Wo began, vine raised to where his chin would be. "I guess it's alright. The only issue I have with it is that the allotment is going to be a bit of a mess when we return, but that can be sorted out if I obtain the right items first."

"So I'm with you, then?" Pao asked, tilting his head and putting his paws together. Wo looked off to the side, then pack to Pao and put a vine on his head to give it a few pats.

"You are with us, my friend."

"Thanks, Wo!" He waited for the snail to begin moving with his family(plus two Gholdengos) following close by before running to catch up.

"So where are we going, anyway?" The snow leopard asked.

"We'll find out when we get there, Pao."

[alfiely-art]

Act 5 act 1 is done ! Thank goodness. This took me a couple days so some notes may be outdated (ie: karkat birthday)

Also I finished this last night but. Yk.

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Notes:

NOOOOO JADE'S DREAM SELF IS DEAD FUCKKKK 

Did Jake write this

Hrrrrngggg this is so. Jade just wanted to hang out with him :( 

Man give the kid some time to cry his friend's dream self is dead!!!

I. Okay. Grieve how you need to grandpa. That makes me so uncomfortable but it's okay 

Oh Morse code. I'm not whipping out the decoder sorry I'm distraught over Jade. I'll download the Pic and translate later 

Hussie idgaf about your recap. What the fuck is happening I thought this was act 5 a few pages ago. Are we NOW At act 5???

Is this trollian

Yaaaaay alternia I've heard of this one. Looks kinda dead though

Yaaaay Karkat birthday. Apparently his bday was yesterday irl!!!!

Emooooo lmaooooo

Troll Sander. Oh Karkat. You and John can and should be besties forever. Kiss now /j

BAHAHAA IVE SEEN THIS PANEL BEFORE. I REFERENCED IT WHEN I DROPPED MY MATH BOOK AND IT MADE A DENT IN THE FLOOR. “I'm karkat-ing it up” I SAID. NO ONE UNDERSTOOD ME

“You were meant to be a bigshot” HAHA SPAMPTOB!!!! Nows ur chance to be a big shot, be a big, be a big, be a big shot 

Omg is this gamzee. Or some other purple guy 

Faygo mention!

AHA YES it's gamzee!!! I know because :o)

Oh gamzee <3 Silly guy. Sure hope he doesn't do anything horrible and violent later (i know a bit of what he does. lord english <333)

The juggalos….

NEPETA AND EQUIUS USERNAMES SPOTTED!!! oh yeah karkats doing stuff. That is what I am supposed to be focusing on

Karkat you're such a drama queen oh my godddd

Terezi you're so cute 

Wait I wanna know the password thing…

CAN WE PLEASE GET TEREZI INTO ACE ATTORNEY. THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE HER 

That's less cute actually why are you hanging your stuffies. Oh well. Girls can have hobbies I don't mind

YAY NEPETA YAY NEPETA YAY NEPETA

Adorabloodthirsty!!!

Oooo this is Aradia right

That's Eridan methinks

No strife….

This is kinda moving fast ? I mean I don't mind but also I liked the slowness of the previous acts. Oh well. Maybe it's cuz we gotta introduce more characters rn

Sollux!!! I have been told he is not an Eridan lover. Oopsie. The fandom lied to me

HI NEPETA

Aradia what are you doing 

Hey. Is this code how Lord English us born. Isn't it

Oh hi girl! I don't know your name but I've seen you!!! 

Hi tavros! I didn't know you were in a wheelchair. Why do I never see art of you in a wheelchair. All your art is of you smooching gamzee.

HAH REFERENCE… alien reference…

Equius is just Standing There.

ALSO I DONT THINK THATS THE PROPER PROCEDURE TO GIVE SOMEONE PROSTHETIC LEGS

Is that Vriska

Aww… shitty rap offs <333

Ohh yess your name is Aradia!

BAHAH OUIJA BOARD 

Vriska it's you ! I will finally know who you are other than Nagito's daughter. Yippee hurray

Woah baby boy calm down what's in that honey that's making you blast lasers out of your eyeballs

HI SILLY CAT GIRL

OH MY GODDD. The cave in… : (

Autistic girls in caves ftw!!!!

Meowrails… nepeta bite him now 

Team scourge?!?!?! Like warrior cats?@?!?@?@ i never read warrior cats I just know scourge 

Slur count: 13

Vriska what the fuck are you doing

OH MY GOD VRISKA WHY DID YOU DO THAT

Karkat bite her. Vriska that is unhealthy for you to do you cannot control others 

HI EQUIUS what uh. What's that stuff in your horse paintings. Equius. Boy. Theyre public everyone can see them

Oh the girl!! Fish girl!!!! uhh.. f… Ferrari. No wait Guy Ferrari is in this. F something

Me too Nepeta. Me too. Idk what's happening I'm just here for jokes and references and Hal when he shows up

DUN DUN DUN!!!! 

Ribbit

Be the huge bitch

Bitch autocorrected to bitcoin. Phone you will perish in a day

Oh. You gotta feed your parent other kids… not great 

Slur count: 14

Holy shit dude I can't read this

Anyway EQUIUS TIME!!!

Lusus Milk. Ummm. Did he milk himself 

Equius never play video games you'd get so much gamer rage

Yaaaay Equius and Gamzee are chatting!!!

Gamzee why are you so cute. I know you do silly things later!!!!

Awww is he talking about Aradia. Buddy just forget the troll racism 

HAH. Yeah that's fair Equius I'd slap someone who was trying to read my mind. Although can he just. Do that any time?

Yaaaay Aradia bot!!!

Equius kill yourself now /j you're so fucking weird. Can your lusus curb your weirdness a little 

JELP EQUIUS YOU KILLED HER LUSUS

NOOOO AURTHOUR!!!!!!

Okay I kinda like the drama Terezi and Vriska are having. they're both kinda bitchy and conniving but Terezi seems to have good intentions. And vriska. Uh. Spooder

Aradia nooo don't listen to the voices trust me

Waaaait wait wait. Is this white guy Doc Scratch. I know Hal hasn't even shown up yet but is this Doc Scratch. Is he doing time shenanigans. Please let this be doc scratch I need lord english stuff 

Vriska. Vriska what did you do to sollux. Also aw him and aradia are dating??? Sweet

FUCK YEAH I WAS RIGHT!!!! DOC SCRATCH!!!! I LOVE YOU MR SCRATCH

Mr Vanilla Milkshake

Isn't that Jade's cue ball. I knew it was related to doc scratch

“I will explode in your face’

I fucking love Doc Scratch. Yeah Vriska I don't care that your spider mom died I'm busy being a Homosexual 

BAHAHAH EQUIUS. You're such a fucking nut. I mean a fiddlesticks nut. No that doesn't hit the same way

This a hilarious dynamic actually. I love you Aradia

EQUIUS IS DOING THE MEME POSE

But anyway. Fuck yeah Aradia. Equius you freak. Aradia bite him

This makes me realize a pair of my homestuck ocs are like this but yk. Toxic and codependent. There's like four people who know they exist 

Huh

Nepeta cucked… jk I know moirails and the heart thing are different. Silly though. “This my boyfriend equius. And this is equius's girlfriend aradia. And this is aradia's boyfriend sollux.”

SHIPPING WALL WOOOOO

Yesss karkat. “you will never find love or hate” YOU TELL HER!!!! 

Also ooo jack

Yaaaay red blood. Actually I forget what red blood means its low isn't it 

OHHH wait he's got mutant blood. Dangggg

Jack is metal af. What a way to earn a kids trust

Cahoots!!!!

WOOO DOC SCRATCH!!! GIVE JER NEW PURPOSE YAAAAA

Man I sure wish I could have learned all of this in a natural way instead of jusy being told in a couple panels. Haha. Sure would be a fun experience methinks !!

Yaaaay kanaya

Glub glub glub

Slur count: 15

THATS NOT THE PROPER SURGERY PROCEDURE

Troll blood tastes bad. Got it

Yo wait she's moirails with Vriska??? Girl get outta there. Actually wait I love toxic yuri please continue 

Holy shit I didn't think eridan would be so boring to listen to. Snoreeeeee. Eridan do something funny pls poke poke

Funny that Karkat was wrong about Vriska getting bitches though. Why do you guys want her

Where did that last line come from. Eridan you emo. Real though

ROSE'S GAMEFAQ!!!!!! 

Ong troll rose lalonde… kanaya imagines her as a highblood it seems that's cute 

VRISKA YOU CANT SAY THAT actually you technically Can but VRISKA DONT BULLY TAVROS!!!!! 

Vriska girl please go to therapy. Tavros kill her

Scurry!!!!

Someone needs to have Vriska read the You're Not A Real Gamer post

Stabby hatefriend <33

Alright we are doing Peter pan now

Tavros just kill her already. She's scary 

WOAH VRISKA YOU CANT JUSG KISS HIM!!!! 

TAVROSSSSS NOOO DONT FALL FOR HER!!!!

It's kinda funny she hates his guts and he likes her. Can they please get a room

KANAYA GOT CUCKED :(

Poor Kanaya actually… she has horrible taste in women but I feel bad for her

Rose's mom and John's dad are matesprites… man this incest pile is getting crazyyyyy

Oh they are in love!!!!! Hate love!!!!

I love incest!!! the pail Has come 

The rammies… sorry I can't hear ramifications without thinking of the rammies…

Aradia and Equius's little gif matched the beat of the music I'm listening to

FAYGO also I think I completely forgot that Eridan isn't fuschia. Oopsies. Thought he was 

HI JOHN!!! I wish I was reading about your adventures currently 

Okay what's up with Eridan and the fishy girl. This is the second time we've cut to them during this explanation

Hi Eridan. WHAT DONT KILL THE WHALE

Okay hi fish

Ohhh Feferi… that's your name… okay

I don't think that was adorable but okay

Poor orphaned troll : (

Genocide complex… okay sure buddy why don't you get back to larping Harry potter. I'm canceling you babygirl

Aw :> I kinda like Feferi it's sweet she wants to change things for the better

COWBOY X WIZARD FUCK YEAH

Feferi really does have a lameass bi boyfriend

I'm just gonna call them all boyfriend and girlfriend btw. The quadrants don't sound yummy to me. Except pitch. I like that word. Sounds like bitch 

Do u not fw faygo

Just like Dave's fridge…

Can we peleeeease get back to good stuff I'm so sorry I.dont care about these guys. Maybe I will later but I wanna know what's going on with John and the other kids. Maybe focus on Karkat. Maybe on WV and the gang. I don't. Want to see them have a will-they-wont-they… 

Okay real talk. This act has been. Kinda a drag despite them going SO fast with plotpoints. People say that acts 1-3 were slow but I was so entertained by them!!! Is this a lame take. If they just slowed the fuck down I would like this a lot more. Hussie let me enjoy your fucking comic I don't want to speed through it 

Anyway. That aside.

she's in a fish bowl that's not good for her :(

HELP WAIT I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT NOT CARING ABOUT FEFERI AND ERIDAN. OH MY GOODNESS. SHES BREAKING UP WITH HIM KINDA THATS SO

FEFERI KEEPS DOING FISH PUNS WHILE BREAKING UP WITH ERIDAN OH MY

I love Feferi I think. My opinion has changed. Get Fucked Eridan

WHAT HAPPENED TO SOLLUX also why are Gamzee and Jack just. Standing There. Menacingly

SOLLUX NO EHAT COME BACK

I LIKED SOLLUX NOOOOOOOOO GAMZEE STOP HONKING

Feferi kissing Sollux's corpse would be so fucking weird if I didn't know what happens when you do that in homestuck

Sollux back <33 

Oh I forgot uh. That guy is watching. Legit can't remember his name ! Guy without an arm is watching !

THE NEVER ENDING STORY REFERENCE 

Oh hi audience insert !

Hussie. I don't care actually

I think you should be going SLOWER 

DONT THROW CAL also. I don't care!!!! 

:/ :/ :/ this makes me want to *remembers I'm not supposed to make jokes about killing myself*... cull myself 

Thank God we're back

Oh cool! Sollux gets two dream selves!!!

DEUCE?!?!?!?!?!

Terezi is so cute btw. I adore her

FUCK YEAH GO NEPETA

Theyre so cuteeeee I love meowrails

Slur count: 16

VRISKA'S FUTURE USERNAME SAYS FAG BAHAHAHAHA

I'm not including these in my Slur count these are funny

Okay hold on I thought these guys were dead… whag

Whoaj What are you up to Snowman… 

What the fuck

OHHH KICKAAS WINGS TEREZI. What the fuck was happening with the last panel though

Karkat stop calling things schizophrenic honey. I'm grounding you

I love Terezi and Karkat. My babies

Again??? I don't know the Password but I wanna look at what it is…

Is this troll sweet bro and Hella Jeff

I don't understand what really happened in that animation but YEAHHH FUCK HER UP ARADIA FUCK YEAHHHHH

Alpha timeline mention!!! I'm assuming that has to do with the alpha kids

A scratch… LIKE DOC SCRATCH!!!!!

Oh thank God that act is over. Kinda. Friend told me act 5 act 2 has more of the stuff I like. Act 5 act 1 gave me such a fucking headache I did not enjoy it very much!!!

The ending had that same sorta flair as usual homestuck but. The rest. It was like reading bullet points. Like you're doing now except I'm not telling a story I'm telling you my reactions to the story

Idk. Yeah. Not A fan Of act 5 act 1. Here's to hoping act 5 act 2 is better !!!

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rate a robot: Emet from Evolve? (Pss love your blog thank you for the robot food <3)

Yaaaay ty!!!

OK SO. I had a brief hyperfixation on Emet when Evolve first came out, but the game wasnt popular, and I never went and played it, so like. I completely forgot about him until just now. I was reallllly obsessed with him for a bit, and like i saw the name and was like OHHHH MY SPECIAL GUY!!! But then. Went and looked at a video of him. And. in retrospect, a liiiittle bit uncomfortable, and kinda like. Insensitive take on dissociative disorders, with enough detail to make me think they did research, but a clumsiness to the execution that makes me think they never tried to. Talk. To a system.

Two ais seated in one frame is a concept that always immediately grips me, but like. One being intensely kind, oblivious, and childish, while the other ai is hyperviolent, overly hostile, and cruel (AND ACCORDING TO THE WIKI USES SLURS…) is a bit. Uncomfortable.

Anyway. Not a jab at you by any means. Just sharing my thoughts on the matter. Chalked up as a character i enjoy in theory but not in execution.

[lunarfeat21]

Sparkling Shakedown

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The orange rays of the sun dipped down on the dark horizon, the heat subdued as the giggles of the sparklings were heard.

Grimlock and Strongarm were assigned to look after the sparklings, while everyone else was preparing a room for them.

“Can’t wait for these rumblers to be tucked in for the night.” Grimlock chirped as the unnamed Chompazoid, the copper rose mech, Wolficon pup, and cream orange femme scuttled around his legs in a game of tag. He really wanted to name the little Chompazoid Metalfang, for his teeth that nearly chewed out on his left leg earlier. That little biter.

“Same Grimlock,” Strongarm replies as she eyed on Nightro and Aesculus playing, the green Minicon that Slipstream named not long ago. “These little guys are tiresome and know to make a grown bot exhausted.”

The police cadet leaned down and picked her little mimic, much to the annoyance of Aesculus as she whined that her playmate had been taken. “Your room with your friends are nearly done Nightro.” Strongarm cooed as she held Nightro up while he giggled.

“Nightro?” Grimlock said in shock, baffling as that name sounded a bit familiar. “Isn’t that your ex-friend’s name, but with an ‘o’ instead of an ‘a’?”

“Yep!” Strongarm grinned, paying no mind as her attention was all on a giggling Nightro that made her smile. “Don’t judge me for giving him a name, Slipstream named the little one. And, I know you’re going to give the mini Chompazoid a name”.

“Hh-how did you know I was planning to give him a name?!” the Dinobot stuttered, and Strongarm never grinned so hard after making Grimlock so flustered that the rambunctious sparklings nearly toppled the Dinobot.

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“Using one of the shipment containers is not a bad idea,” Bumblebee complimented Slipstream, who is laying down the extra soft blanket to a makeshift crib. 

Slipstream was the one who brought the idea that the nursery should be in one of the empty shipping containers near his and Jetstorm’s, since theirs aren’t far from the Communications Center and as extra ‘protection’. 

In Slipstream’s statement that when, in any scenario, a series of threats from the outside barges in the scrapyard, the sparklings should be hidden in their container with him and Jetstorm as their last line of defense. 

Bumblebee and those making their diy nursery, even before they could speak their opinions, when Jetstorm mentioned, in his words “if all failed, I’ll fight to the death for the younglings and coat myself in the blood of my fallen enemies!” 

That statement earned a glare from his master and a hard helm wack from his companion, so he apologized and went back finishing his current work.

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“Alright, Strongarm and Grimlock,” Bumblebee said as he approached the pair  “the nursery is ready and round those sparklings to their rooms.”

“You hear that Nightro?” Strongarm cooed as she picked both Nightro, the orange cream colored sparkling she nabbed as she ran by, and Aesculus. “Your room is ready!”

“Nightro?” Bumblebee repeated the name as he was inquisitive. “Isn’t that the name equivalent of Nightra? You know, the ‘someone’ from your academy days you arrested?”

“With all due respect sir,” Strongarm firmly said “you let Slipstream named a sparkling. So I naturally assumed you would do the same to me and the rest of the team.”

“And I’m allowing it, I hold no judgment in that Strongarm.” Bumblebee chimed and a reassuring smile, which made Strongarm squealed happily and took her little group to their designated place.

“Can I name him too, Bee?” Grimlock whined as he held the Chompazoid.

“Of course Grim.” Bumblebee replied.

“Yaaaay! You’re Metalfang now!” 

With that, Grimlock merrily skipped in small steps with his sparkling cargo. Bumblebee immediately noticed that Grimlock has two, Metalfang and the unnamed copper rose mech.

“Grim!” Bumblebee called as he speed walked to the Dinobot. “Grim, where’s the Pup? You have two sparklings with you?”

“He’s right behind me.” Grimlock turned to point, but the Pup wasn’t there. “Huh! He was just behind me!”

Panic shot through his body as his optics dared the darkened shadows of the shelves holding antiques, Bumblebee dashed shortly to the shelves and made to a corner when he saw the pale color of the Pup’s faceplate against the dark. Bumblebee jumped for a moment thinking it was some ghostly entity, but calmed down realizing it was just the sparkling.

The Pup is looking up at the shelves, eyeing on some of the metal artwork, most are abstract while three resemble animals.

“Did you find him Bee?!” Grimlock asked worriedly as he met Bumblebee in the same spot.

“Yeah, he’s looking at the sculptures.” Bumblebee replied as he chuckled.

“Phew,” Grimlock sighed. “Thought I lost one.”

“I’ll say,” Bumblebee said “head over to the nursery, I'll bring this one later.”

“You're sure?”

“It’ll be fine Grimlock, now take those two with you."

Finally, Grimlock walked back to the direction of the nursery.

“Whatcha looking at buddy?” Bumblebee asked as he walked over, the sparkling looked at him momentarily with orange optics and pointed at a bird sculpture on the higher shelves. “Oh, those? Cool, aren’t they?”

The sparkling nodded and overstretched his arms with grabby servos, indicating he wanted to be held.

“You want me to hold you?” Bumblebee jokingly asked, already knowing the answer as the Pup’s optics began to grow bigger and ears drooped down to make himself appear innocent while nodding.

“Alright, I got you.”

With a smile and picking him up, Bumblebee held the pup and they both glanced at the artwork. The pup tilted his head as he scanned the objects, most were shaped in odd shapes and shared the same brass. Some were curly snaking with a fat sharp end, while some took a zig zag approach like jagged lightning. 

Bumblebee finds them beautiful despite not being interested in art, but he can appreciate the creativity. Then he scanned at the animals, and he has to admit that they have strong details while being incredibly small for a giant like himself.

Denny brought the metal artwork a few days ago, from some dealer in an auction for artworks whose artists sadly passed away. 

According to Denny, the dealer said that these ‘sculptures’ were the last pieces from a well respected, but anonymous artist in a rural town miles away from Crown City. Poor fellow passed away a few weeks ago and his family had no idea of what to do with his artwork, so they sent it to the auction and they landed on Denny’s Scrapyard.

It’s a shame that the natives of Earth had short lifespans, far shorter than Cybertronian lifespans.

The sculptures are different animals, one is a bear, a mule, and an owl. Three are medium-small, roughly the size of a small chicken no less. Whoever the artist was, may they rest peacefully in the afterlife.

At the same time as Bumblebee, the pup gazed at the owl, tilting once again as he was curious about the weird creature perching on a stump, with a face shaped like a heart.

“I see that sparkling is curious about that barn owl, huh Bee?” Denny asked, both and his son spotted the bots while each carried a box full of various objects.

Bumblebee cocked a brow at the man, the pup on the other hand, snuggled against his chassis as he yawned sleepily.

“And,” Russell added after setting his box down with the rest of other boxes “the little guy does have similar colorations and features. The whitish face and appendages, the red buffy color, and gray patches with white spots. My dad and I saw a family of them somewhere in the scrapyard, and recently saw one of the adults flown by. They’re beautiful to look at, minus the screeches they emitted, they sound so horrifying.”

Bumblebee and Denny chuckled as Russell shuddered, the screeches are otherworldly and frightening, especially at night. So caught up that Bumblebee didn’t notice the pup’s servo brighten, and his yelp from the unexpected heating sensation on his plating.

The heat itself wasn’t overbearing or harmful in any way, but a bit uncomfortable. The humans and Bumblebee looked at the pup as it slowly and gently placed his glowing servo on a slightly bent corner of the chassis, reformatting the piece until it’s smooth. Satisfied, the pup looked at Bumblebee with a tail wag as he completed a task.

Bumblebee was dumbfounded, either that the heat isn’t that extreme, the glowing servo, or a sparkling fixed his unnoticeable bent.

“Whoa.” the humans gasped with amazement.

“By the Primes,” Bumblebee said to no one except for the pup, raising the youngling to meet his optic level “you have heating capabilities?”

“Can other Cybertronians do that?” Denny asked in awed.

“They do,” Bumblebee answered, “some related to fire, especially a few became metalsmiths.”

“Does he have a name?” Russell asked.

“Not at the moment…” bringing the pup closer to him and a smile, a name occurred to Bumblebee. A name he hoped suited the tyke for the unseen future.

“His name… is Weldflame!”

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[The Beginning] | [Chapter five - Coming soon]