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Samatoki/Ramuda/Ichiro React to Pick-up Lines

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Samatoki

Samatoki didn’t know how to respond the moment the pickup line left your lips. He smiled at first, then tried to suppress it, but then he failed. It looked more like a grimace if anything. He was trying so hard to keep his hard facade, but honestly he was one song away from humming the tune and one inch away from wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You okay?” You asked cautiously. “Did you pull something?”

“Um.” He looked at you. “Haha.” He managed. “What was that?” He felt his cheeks heat up but did his best to ignore it, even though it kept growing.

The two of you were seated on the couch in the warehouse, watching a movie when you simply said: “You’d make a great troy bolton. And I’d be your Gabriella.” (Yes, you convinced Samatoki to watch High School Musical with you. It involved a bet of some sort and you won it.)

“It was a compliment!” You blushed, turning back to the screen.

“Y/N.” He said and you looked at him, and you were shocked by the unreadable expression he had on his face.

“I—.” He made a motion with his hand, but aborted it. “I…” Samatoki really had no idea what to say.

You blushed, and realized you were looking into his eyes for too long. “Movie’s great.”

“Not as great as you though.” Samatoki muttered. Then his eyes widened when he realized what he said. “I mean…” He tensed up. “You… well… you are, great.” He looked down and sunk deeper into his hoodie.

“What?”

“Fuck you.” He said louder, the blush apparent on his cheekbones. “Go back to watching, idiot.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself. “I’m glad we’re watching this together.”

Samatoki scooted closer, tension fading from his shoulders. “I am too.”

OTHER REACTIONS:

“Well I like you too!”

Then it just

You know

Everything breaks and he’s like a soft mess

Or he goes like: well what was that? stupid?

Then you get hurt then he goes like: gah no I like you you fucking IDIOT!”

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Ichiro

Ichiro stood there soaking wet, him falling for the simple bucket on the doorframe prank. He was smiling at you and laughing, admitting that you got him.

However, the prank backfired on you because Ichiro naturally had to be wearing the thin white t-shirt. And naturally his abs had to stand out. You started blushing furiously.

And of course Ichiro noticed this. He smiled at you. “Do you want a hug?”

You weren’t exactly dating him, but you weren’t exactly not dating him. It was weird, but there was definitely something in between you two. The fact that you stared at Ichiro’s abs is definitely a sign that you didn’t just see him as a friend.

“No!” You backed up, picking up the bucket. “Don’t you dare—“

“Come here!”

“No!” You screamed and you started running away from him. The apartment was small, but the two of you managed to obstacle race around it. Ichiro even went as far as to do flips in between the love seat and the couches. The most you could do was jump haphazardly.

The two of you were laughing, eventually ending up in the bedroom, you jumping on the bed and standing, Ichiro doing the same.

You brandished your bucket. “You can’t get me, Ichiro!”

He smiled. “Try me!” And quicker than you could react, he grabbed your bucket and pulled it away from you.

“Nononono!” You managed right before Ichiro crashed into you and tackled you on the bed, giving you the biggest, wettest hug. “Get off me!!!” Ichiro started tickling you and you cried out. “St-o-o-o-op!!!” You said in between laughs, Ichiro only laughing in response.

You managed to roll the two of you over and pinned him on the bed. He laughed, but then the two of you quickly realized in what position the two of you were in.

The laughs quickly died into silence, and Ichiro reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Gotcha.” He said softly.

“Got me.” You replied, a soft smile on your face.

OTHER REACTIONS

Tbh I honestly think this is perfect for Ichiro haHAHAHA

But I feel like he’d be the type to confess his feelings properly and make you smile while he says it

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Ramuda

Ramuda wasn’t expecting a pickup line from you, however, he knew just how to respond to it. Ramuda immediately hugged you. “Oh! You cutie.”

Your eyes widened. “I—“

Ramuda laughed and held your hand. “Your shirt is indeed made up of partner material.” He then kissed your hand. “How did you know?”

There was this thing between you two, but only now was Ramuda taking seriously… or maybe he was playing with you.

Ramuda smiled and giggled. “I like you!” He said and hugged you again. “Wanna get some ice cream? Though I’m sure it won’t taste as good as you!”

“I—“ “You’re definitely the dessert to make me finish my meal.”

“I—“ Ramuda pulled you along, rattling off pickup lines like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh.” He paused. “I forgot where the ice cream place is. I’m lost.” He looked at you with big eyes. “Can you show me the way to your heart?”

“R-Ramuda!” You managed, blushing furiously, though enjoying him holding your hand.

Ramuda laughed. “Let’s go! I’ll feed you something creamy!”

“RAMUDA!”

He only smiled at you and continued to pull you, as if starting on an adventure.

OTHER REACTIONS:

Doesn’t respond and just takes you somewhere

Is the type to go like: aren’t we a thing?

Or he claps back immediately and makes it super smooth because its ramada

And he’s having so much fun with you and stuff


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Saburo

Saburo blushed and his mind went blank. For all his intelligence, he couldn’t come up with a retort. “I—“ He blushed even harder. “I— thank you.” He paused. “Um…”

You didn’t think about what you were saying at the time, the “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” just popped out. You were blushing as hard, if not harder, than Saburo.

“I…” Saburo put his hands in his pockets. “Are you from Tennessee?” He mumbled

You were taken aback. “What? No, I’m from Japan—“

“Because you’re the only ten I see!” Saburo blurted out.

The two of you both stared at each other, neither of you processing anything.

“I’m sorry!” Saburo put his hands in front of him. “Don’t hurt me!!!”

“Why will I hurt you?” Your eyes widened.

“My pickup line is so bad!!!” Saburo exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”

“Mine is bad as well!!!”

The two of you stood there awkwardly, but you noticed Saburo’s eyes get wider and you started laughing. “You’re so cute!” You managed and you fell to your knees laughing. The whole exchange was so dumb you could barely take it.

Saburo watched you with a surprised expression, his face red, only to get an even louder laugh from you. It wasn’t long though until Saburo started laughing as well. The way you were rolling around on the floor was too much for him. He lay down beside you on the floor, ignoring the stares from everyone else. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the laughter faded and you were sitting back to back to each other. Your hand found Saburo’s and held it. “I like laughing with you, Saburo.”

Saburo giggled and squeezed your hand. “I like laughing with you too, Y/N.”

OTHER REACTIONS:

It’s a permanent 404 error

Instead he just goes like: I like you too

And it just evolves into a cute baby confession and it’s wonderful

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+BONUS Samatoki: surprise confessions

“I like you!”

Samatoki stopped rapping and the speakers just disappeared. He then walked towards you. “The fuck did you say?” He shouted from where he was.

“I said I like you, you dumb fuck! That’s why my attacks are so fucking weak towards you!” You yelled, putting a hand to your chest. “You and your stupid fucking hair and your stupid eyes and your eyebrows and your fucking CHEST FUCKING BUTTON IT UP!” You knew you were rambling but he was walking towards you and at this point there was no point stopping your confession.

He looked like he was going to punch you, with his fists balled like that.

“What are you gonna do about it huh?” You shouted at him, your rival turned crush. “What? Wanna kick my ass personally?” You didn’t care if the two of you were from separate divisions and would occasionally fight, you liked him and that was that.

Samatoki stopped right in front of you. He growled. “Say it again.”

You stepped closer so you were mere inches from his face, your emotions and adrenaline high from the battle the two of you just had. “I. Fucking. Like. You.”

The air was silent for a beat. “What?” You furrowed your brows and balled your fists. “The fuck are you gonna do?”

He then grabbed your shirt and pulled you in closer. “What I’m supposed to do.” He said lowly and kissed you.

You weren’t expecting that and you instantly melted into it. He pulled away after a few seconds. “I fucking like you too, dumbass.”

You kissed him again and you couldn’t imagine a better way to end the day.

[emmaannaelisabeth]

okay friends, this starts sad but turns into a crackhead comedy, so please continue reading. (tw: death) and for some reason, inej has spiderman's powers (kinda) which gives us a spider wraith, you're very welcome, yes. it's a marvel crossover-ish with ghosts.

and she dropped kaz, so he disappeared-ish and dirtyhands took over him or something - winter soldier feeling here y'all. and well, i don't know why pekka shows up, but he does. and this is crazy but oh god i wrote it so please read it anyway

~ 3,5k words of PAIN and CROW CRACKHEAD ENERGY

it's been a year now since she failed him, since she couldn’t catch him, since she saw him fall, and she knows she should stop looking for him in the street, that she should tell her heart to stop hoping, she should give up. kaz is dead.

he fell, he got shoved off the bridge and her webs couldn’t reach him. he disappeared in the waves.

and that's when she sees him, when she’s just about to give up all hope that he might have made it somehow. she sees him walking on the street, cane in hand, hat on his head. "kaz!" she gasps, throws a web and swings down next to him.

he turns around slowly, and looks at her. she can barely see him through the tears in her eyes. "I thought I lost you", she says and throws her arms around him, buries her head in his jacket, being selfish, not caring that he might not want her close.

"you're okay", she sobs, lets her fingers spread over his back, just to feel that he is really there.

kaz frowns and shrugs her off him. "who the hell are you?"

"kaz, it's me", inej says and puts a hand on his arm. coldly, he looks at it, before grabbing her wrist tightly and tilting his head to the side. "what do you want?"

"kaz, kaz, what's going on? you were, you were gone and i-"

"i've never seen you before", he snorts and raises his eyebrows, gives the smallest shake of his head. he lets go of her hand and goes, leaves her, disappears.

***

inej rushes home, tells jesper and wylan. "he's alive, I'm telling you, I saw him!"

they tell her she's seeing things, "you're not making any sense", jesper says, turns his gun in his hand. "kaz is dead, you saw him fall." he meets her gaze; they all know what he’s not saying. you dropped him. but then his face softens, concern glitters in his eyes. "don't fall with him."

***

so inej goes to nina, tries to explain. nina looks at her with sad eyes. "inej, I-" if anyone knows how it feels like to lose the one they love, it's nina. "I know it's hard, but at some point, we all need to move on."

“but nina, I saw him, it was him”, inej says, throws her arms out to the sides.

“if you say so…” she pauses, knows inej isn’t dumb, isn’t lying. “I’ll help you find him.”

***

they go back to wylan and jesper - if they are going to find kaz, make him remember, they need them too. as they enter, nina stops dead in her tracks. “wait”, she breathes. “no…” she gasps, rushes up the stairs.

“nina, what?”

nina hears it beat, slower and slower, fading.

badum, badum, ba...dum..ba..

nononono.

then it stops. ….dum… and it’s quiet. and she almost falls, it’s suddenly so empty.

nonono. NO.

she walks into the living room and feels the tears well up in her eyes. red hair, wet red hair. even redder with the blood in it. no.

she hears jesper sob, he’s sitting with wylan in his arms, his hand on wylan’s cheek, his thumb moving up and down the curve of his cheekbone. right where he always used to kiss him.

“jesper, what-” she breathes, hears inej whelp as she enters the room.

jesper looks up, distraught, and then he shoots a glare at someone across the room.

nina looks up, and her breath catches. it’s him, it’s kaz.

***

“kaz”, inej whispers. “kaz, what happened?” tears prick in her eyes.

he looks at her, rolls his eyes, oh not you again, raises his eyebrows, nods to wylan’s lifeless body.

“i earned my living”, he says, way too casually. “there’s five hundred thousand kruge right there.”

“murderer”, jesper hisses, his eyes burn behind the glittering tears, he almost glows with hate. he holds wylan’s body close to his, as if the act alone could bring him back, blow life into his heart.

kaz offers him a half smile. “i like the sound of that.”

jesper looks like he could explode… or shatter. inej can’t decide which fits better.

“kaz-”

“who the hell is kaz?” he says, spins around to face her. inej straightens her back, how is he so tall, all of a sudden?

her gaze wanders down to his blood stained hands, his ungloved hands. something is wrong. he didn’t flinch when she touched him, and he doesn’t wear gloves, and he doesn’t seem to remember any of them.

and he fucking killed wylan.

inej swallows. “he’s our friend”, she says. “he helped us all, he saved me.”

kaz snorts. “waste of time.”

inej feels his words like a stab to the guts, but she continues talking. “please, kaz, i know you’re still there.”

within the blink of an eye, kaz has closed his hand around her throat and slammed her into the closest wall. she gasps and looks into his eyes. she can see something glitter behind the coldness, she can see brekker in there, somewhere.

“you know me”, she gasps. kaz clenches his jaw, smiles - it’s more of a baring of teeth than a smile. he shakes his head.

“no, darling”, he squeezes harder. “i don’t.”

“kaz!” nina says, holds up her hands. “don’t.” she shakes her head. but kaz just smiles.

quick as lightning, he flips up the gun from behind his coat and pulls the trigger. nina falls to the ground, clutching her stomach.

jesper whimpers, sits on the floor, unable to move - his body is too heavy, to heavy by grief and pain. he isn’t strong enough to leave wylan’s side.

inej throws a look at nina, and then she snaps. she jumps, kicks kaz in the stomach with her knee, pushes him off her, hits him, makes him fall, presses her knee to his chest, pinning him down.

“spider”, he hisses, but inej doesn’t listen, she puts her dagger right to his throat and leans over him, fury burning in her chest.

“what did you do?” she snarls. “do you know what you did!?”

kaz raises an eyebrow, talks through gritted teeth. “i don’t care.”

then, he pushes her off him, and inej falls down on the floor. he kicks the dagger out of her hand and raises the gun at her. and inej looks around quickly, shoots a web at the table and pulls it towards her, pushing him, making him fall on his back, hit his head. the bullet buries deep into the ceiling.

“nina”, inej whispers, looks over at her.

“I’m fine”, she pants, still working on closing the wound.

inej makes her way over to kaz, another of her saints now in her hand. this time, she lets the tip cut his skin, just so he feels it, just so he wakes up.

“you almost killed her”, she hisses, almost spits in his face.

kaz looks at her. his eyes glitter with something new, and he almost looks… scared.

“who the hell is kaz?” he asks calmly, confusion staining his brow.

inej feels herself weaken, she takes away her knife. instead, she puts her hand on his cheek. kaz stares at her in confusion. “he’s… he’s the treasurer of my heart.”

kaz blinks slowly, looks away. “that line”, he says. “have I heard it before?”

inej nods, tears in her eyes. come back, come back, come back to me.

“who are you?” he squints his eyes.

“I’m the one who helped you.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“don’t you remember kaz? please, try for me, try”, she begs, strokes his cheek with her hand, just like she wished she could’ve done before.

then, kaz’s jaw drops. his gaze freezes at something behind inej, and she turns to look at it too, but all she can see is empty space.

“jordie”, he whispers. he shudders, tilts his face away from her hand.

I can help you, a young woman says in his head, and then there’s purple everywhere. a young boy with dark skin gambles before his inner gaze. a girl who loved waffles… when did he eat waffles last?

papers in his hand, a cane, a crow, he can hear his own voice in his head, asking someone to buy him a new hat. kaz lifts his hand to inej’s cheek, looks at her, confused, was that you?, and then, he rips his hand away, gasping, feeling sick. what the hell?

and then, a redheaded boy.

CRACK-

kaz’s eyes widen, and he sits up, shoves inej out of the way. “wylan”, he whispers, stumbles to his legs and feels his soul shatter as he lays eyes on the boy in jesper’s arms.

“I- I-” kaz stutters, feels the tears burn in his eyes, he feels tired, he wants to sit down. it's probably the grief. “jesper, I- I didn’t-” he takes a step forward, attempting to kneel beside them.

“don’t”, jesper hisses. “don’t you dare even look at him.”

“jesper, I never wanted-”

“you fucking killed him.”

“jesper”, inej says. “he wasn’t him, it wasn’t kaz!”

jesper doesn’t listen, he carefully lays down wylan on the floor and stands up. kaz doesn’t even have time to blink before jesper has thrown himself at him and pinned him against the wall, his forearm crossed over kaz’s throat.

kaz closes his eyes, shudders at having jesper this close; tears roll down his cheeks. “I swear I would never-”

“he’s dead”, jesper whimpers. “you shot him.” he blinks the tears away and reassures his grip on kaz. “I should kill you.”

“jesper-” kaz stops talking. his face screws up with pain and he bows his bows his head, accidentally leans onto jesper’s arm. his knees buckle and he slides down against the wall, panting.

“jesper!” inej shouts.

jesper lets go of kaz, almost as if he’d been burned. “I didn’t do anything”, he says, voice high pitched.

inej goes down on her knee beside kaz, checking him up and down, desperately. her gaze freezes at his waist. behind the dark coat, there’s a big tear in the vest, a gaping hole in his skin, red blossoming like a flower in summer.

no… no, no, no.

she looks down at her knee, at her blades. her world grows cold, she did this, when she pushed him off of her.

“nina”, she says, voice high, strangled.

nina says something, but inej can only hear the words that are passing kaz’s lips. “matthias?”

he can see the fjerdan boy behind jesper, kaz can see his strong build and his golden hair. “it wasn’t nina’s time yet, but maybe it’s yours, brother.”

brother? how could the person who called him demon, call him brother.

“what’s happening?”, kaz asks.

“you’re going to be fine”, inej says, somewhere above him.

matthias looks calm, he smiles softly. “I wanna show you something”, he says.

“you know you’re starting to look like Da, right?” a familiar voice says, and as matthias steps to the side, kaz’s weak heart jumps.

“jordie?”

jordie smiles brightly and walks up to him. “saints, you’re so old”, he says and reaches out a hand to correct kaz’s tie. kaz can’t believe this, what is this, what is happening?

he can hear inej… somewhere, and he can feel hands on him, he can see jesper’s blurred out outline.

“do I have to leave?” he asks.

“I’m afraid so”, matthias says, nods.

“I- no, please”, kaz turns his head, tries to look at inej, but all he can see is black dark hair, blurring together.

“you’ll be able to keep her safe, i promise.”

“we can play tricks with her”, jordie laughs and pushes on kaz’s shoulder. kaz raises one eyebrow.

“I’m not haunting her.”

jordie laughs again, and matthias chuckles softly. then, kaz’s eyes fall on someone in the background.

“i know you didn’t mean it, kaz”, he says, dries the tears off his face with the back of his hand. the redhead is suddenly standing right there, meeting kaz’s gaze. wylan bites his quivering lip and looks at his body on the floor, then at the blurred out jesper.

“but did you really have to?” wylan’s words utterly shatters kaz’s heart. “I was… happy”, the boy says. “I love him.”

“Wy”, kaz whispers. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I did-”

“I do, kaz”, wylan says, sniffles, tries to smile. “but I do, i actually do, i can. I know it wasn’t you.”

“I know you loved him and I wish I could-”

“huh”, wylan chuckles. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“say what?”

“ask for forgiveness.”

kaz swallows. “do you forgive me?”

wylan huffs, breathes in slowly. “always.”

kaz smiles and then the world unblurs for a moment, and he sees inej right in front of him. “kaz, kaz, kaz come on”, she mumbles, claps his cheek. he knows he should pull away, feel sick by her touch, but… he doesn’t.

there are tears on her face. he frowns weakly. “don’t cry for me”, he whispers and lifts his bloodied hand to her cheek, dries off a tear.

and then he can hear her shout his name, and the world goes black for a moment, for a beat. jordie takes his hand, and then the world is clear, and he’s standing there, looking down at himself.

“see, wasn’t that hard”, jordie smirks, elbows kaz lightly in the side. kaz feels numb. I really look like Da. (especially with the blood)

inej cries and pulls kaz’s body into her arms, sobs into his clothes, buries her face in his neck. jesper turns away, wraps his arms around himself, and nina sits on the floor, on her knees, bloodied hands in her lap, head bent back, tears on her cheeks.

matthias sighs and walks up to her, puts a hand on his shoulder. and, almost as if she could feel him there, she leans her head against his arm.

“inej”, nina then says, reaches out and puts a hand on inej’s shoulder. “i can’t tell you how, I just know, I just know they’re okay. they’re safe with matthias.”

matthias smirks at kaz, as he walks up to them. he ruffles jordie’s hair and pulls wylan in for a hug. “wylan”, he says. “why don’t you teach jordie how to play the flute?”

jordie’s mouth falls open, he looks at wylan with big eyes. “you can do that?”

wylan smiles smugly, looks up at kaz with a raised eyebrow. “I sure can.”

kaz gives the smallest, most panicked shake of his head, wylan has ever seen anyone do. do NOT teach him that. I swear, wylan, if you… but jordie is sold. and kaz sighs deeply.

“I thought you wouldn’t even associate with my ghost, helvar”, he says.

“I will if jordie plays the flute.”

“saints”, kaz mutters and rolls his eyes.

***

but then, matthias tenses and his gaze snaps back to the door. wylan frowns. “matthias what…”

“run”, matthias simply says. “nina, run.”

nina’s head flies up and she looks around. inej is still holding kaz, and jesper just stands there, staring at wylan.

“inej, jesper, we need to go”, she says. “now.”

but neither of them will leave their hearts on the floor like this, held only by the arms of their own blood, comforted by their own coldness spreading within.

inej shivers, her head flies up, her body almost tingles, as her spider sense rings the alarm bells in her mind. but she shakes her head. “I can’t just leave him…”

“we’ll come back for them”, nina says, not knowing if they actually will.

“I’m not leaving wylan”, jesper whispers, his voice empty.

***

matthias sighs, paces around the room. “what’s wrong?” wylan asks.

“someone’s coming”, jordie says, stares at the door. “and they need to get out of here, now.”

jordie turns around looks his brother in the eyes, he teaches him how to make inej hear his whispers, just the way jordie whispered to kaz.

and kaz tells her to go, and at first she’s terrified, but as kaz talks again, she begins to understand.

and then wylan learns to whisper in jespers mind. jesper starts crying. nina smiles sadly, looks into thin air, right where matthias is standing.

***

inej can’t take both nina and jesper with her through the window at the same time - she’ll have to come back for nina. nina tells them it’s fine, she’ll manage.

and then, there’s a person in the door. “saints”, she mumbles.

“who do we- oh”, the man in the door says.

pekka rollins walks into the room and lets his gaze fall upon kaz’s bloodied form on the floor, and then on wylan’s crimson chest.

“you?” he looks at nina. she straightens her back, blinks slowly, tilts her head to the side.

“yes.” she smiles softly, looks at kaz’s body. “a shame”, she sighs, frowns and looks bakc at pekka. “a shame on such a pretty thing, don’t you think?”

pekka smiles. kaz snorts, raises his eyebrows. oh really??

“and van eck’s son?” pekka nods towards wylan’s still figure.

“oh”, nina looks over her shoulder. “yes, five hundred thousand for the boy and a million for the scoundrel.”

wylan crosses his arms. “five hundred? I’m worth more than that.”

kaz looks at him, raises an eyebrow. “he offered me a hundred, I wanted a million, I got five hundred.”

wylan shoots him a glare. “rude.”

“shut up”, matthias hisses and give them both an angry gaze, sharp as steel.

pekka nods slowly, tilts his head to the side. “well, miss, how would you like to work for with the dime lions, and not for van eck?”

nina feels her stomach turn, but she smiles. “and what exactly would that engagement look like?”

“what the hell, nina”, matthias mutters, and he rolls his eyes as she smirks at pekka.

“I can offer you more than money and protection.”

kaz stares. “for once, we agree, helvar”, he snorts. “what the hell nina, say no.”

“I know”, nina says, takes a step back. “that’s why I say no", she tells pekka.

kaz draws in a sharp breath. “she was on thin fucking ice.” matthias kicks him in the side with his elbow.

“I said no, you ass”, nina says in her mind, and kaz freezes. what the-

matthias just laughs. “she’s special”, he says. "be careful with what you say", he whispers.

"heard you, helvar", nina thinks.

kaz smirks back at matthias, for some reason he doesn’t look that bothered by having pekka in front of him.

but jordie, jordie looks like he could explode anytime, as if he was just about to burst into flames.

kaz bends down next to his brother. “don’t worry about him, nina will take care of rollins.”

“I’m not killing him, I’ve seen enough dead bodies today”, nina thinks.

“excuse me”, wylan says. “have respect for the dead.”

“you’re the one to talk”, nina thinks.

"you're the one alive."

matthias laughs, it's a deep warm murmur.

“he made me leave”, jordie mumbles, curls his fists.

“jordie”, kaz begins. “it’s-”

“remember how you saw me sometimes?” jordie frowns and tilts his head to the side, looks at kaz.

kaz nods. “didn’t amuse me much at the time.”

jordie smirks, rolls his shoulders. since he’s been dead the longest, he knows the tricks.

with the small twitch of a hand he makes himself visible, like a grey see-through shadow. pekka lays eyes on him and takes a step back.

“you took everything from me”, jordie hisses, voice ancient, chilly like frosty night air. pekka shivers.

nina turns, lays eyes on the boy but pretends that she didn’t see him.

“I don’t even know who you are”, pekka says, fear glistens in his eyes.but he does, jordie knows he does.

“who are you talking to?” nina asks.

pekka stares at her, points at jordie. “him?”

“who?” she looks around. “oh.” she laughs. “you mean the boy?" she huffs. "he's my little friend, you see."

pekka grits his teeth. “devil”, he growls.

“almost”, nina grins. “would you like to dance with me?”

“excuse me”, matthias cuts in. “jordie how did you do that?”

“witch”, pekka breathes and backs out of the room. jordie and nina follow slowly. “go away, go away!”

pekka stumbles backwards and hits the reeling of the stairs, falls over it, crashes on the floor, far below.

“whoops”, nina says and looks down.

kaz huffs, ruffles jordie’s hair when he comes back. “feeling better now, aye?”

“definitely”, jordie chuckles.

wylan nods slowly, lips pressed together. “he had it coming.”

matthias stares at them all. “you’re all horrible.” he looks jordie up and down. “you’re thirteen. you should be playing and laughing and having fu-”

jordie sighs. “i’m older than him.” he points at kaz without looking at his brother.

matthias looks at kaz, sighs, as if he'd given up all hope. “it’s in the blood, isn’t it?” he rolls his eyes. “demons.”

***

kaz whispers to her to come back, and within a minute, inej is there with jesper. jesper, who looks like he’s thrown up at least twice when swinging with her.

“okay, so you do it just like this”, jordie says and shows them how to turn visible.

matthias is first, and inej’s jaw drops. “what- matthias?” she sniffles.

he smiles softly at her and walks up to nina. “long time, no see”, he says to them both.

jordie comes after. “hello sister”, he says and walks up to inej, a beaming smile on his lips. inej covers her mouth with her hands.

“he thinks your nose is cute”, jordie whispers with his hand lifted up to his mouth, so that kaz won’t hear.

“hey”, kaz says and hits jordie on the shoulder. when he does, the world pops, and kaz realises that shit I just turned visible.

“hi”, he says, frowns and smiles awkwardly, his cheeks grow hotter than fire.

inej almost loses her balance. “kaz?” she whispers. he nods.

“i want to kill you”, she says, a smile on her lips, tears in her eyes.

“you did”, he smirks and corrects a strand of hair behind her ear. “my spider.”

inej turns to matthias. “is it really you?” she asks.

matthias nods. “not in the flesh, but in spirit.”

she laughs, kaz’s stomach flutters at the sound. “has djel treated you well?” she asks, looks at matthias.

“actually, i never met him”, he answeres, shrugs.

jesper stares at them all, his jaw unlocked from the rest of his head, hanging low, open. “what the-”

and then wylan stumbles into view. “yes!” he exclaims. “yes, I did it, I did…” his gaze lands on jesper.

a wide smile forms on wylan’s lips and he leaps forward, right into jesper’s arms. jesper sinks to the floor, eyes wide and chest not moving. nina huffs. “first time?”

wylan goes down on his knees beside jesper, buries his face in jesper’s short hair, kisses his temple, his forehead, his cheek. he cradles jesper’s head in his arms, presses it against his chest.

jesper sobs and hugs him back, as tightly as he can, despite wylan being half see-through and not really that physical as a real person.

“what-" jordie pauses, leans towards kaz, a confused frown on his face. “-are they doing?”

kaz huffs. “they’re being path-”

“they love-” inej lingers on the word, glares at kaz, who tries to hide his smirk. “-each other”, she explains to jordie.

“disgusting.” jordie shudders.

“no, it’s-”, inej stops when she sees kaz tap jordie on the shoulder, and she screws her gaze right through him. kaz mouths a “what?” and tries to hide his grin.

“you’re hopeless”, she huffs, shakes her head. and i love you for it, she thinks.

“I know”, he says, and winks at her.

[d20owlbear-deactivated]

Discorporation VI

From the Ineffable Bingo prompt S4, “I thought I lost you”

856

The ground trembled and Crowley’s stomach dropped into the Deepest Pit. He’d been feeling off for some time, a few days, but this entire forsaken city made him feel that way without fail. The tectonic plates shifted quickly here, so quickly he could practically feel it through his sandals. 

In a fit of panic he shucked off his shoes in the middle of the street, and nearly fell to his knees in terror. These sorts of things didn’t matter to him, Crowley was a creature of Hell and he was made of sterner stuff than roads and things that had come from the Earth he so easily burrowed through to get to the surface. But Aziraphale was here too, he’d never been antsy about the earth shifting beneath his feet so quickly he could feel it if he stood still long enough, and he was a creature of light and clouds and heaven and wide, open spaces.

He didn’t bother to pick his shoes up again or do anything to modify the memories of the humans who saw him half-manifest his wings to propel him through the streets. A broken bottle of wine lay in the streets where Crowley had dropped it, the red liquid seeping between the cobblestone cracks and vibrating where it settled like an eerie heartbeat.

He ran with his wings behind him, sprinting faster than anything unaided in the way he could ever hope to, taking corners at sharp turns and uncaring of anything that got in his way except as a hindrance that might slow him down. Not for the first time he blessed aloud about Aziraphale’s habit of settling in the tightest packed quarters amongst humans and that he enjoyed the thrum of energy humans had inherent in them.

He crossed one of the most populous, densely packed cities he’s seen since the fall of Gomorrah and couldn’t think past the blinding terror of knowing every face he saw, right now in this seemingly endless sprint to Aziraphale’s home in Corinth. None of them would be here tomorrow, not as they were, and he hoped and perhaps even prayed he’d never see them again if only for his own peace of mind.

“Aziraphale!” Crowley shouted, his voice amplified with magics woven unconsciously into the air in his panic, “Aziraphale!”

Crowley flew up the stairs to Aziraphale’s second story apartment and knocked over a few piles of books and a jug of wine. It shattered on the stone floors and the deep red of it pulsed erratically with a thousand little vibrations. 

“Aziraphale, we have to go.” He shouted again, no less worried than before but quieter and stern.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale huffed and frowned, “Just what do you think you’re doing here, demon?” There was a bite to his words that surely came from mussing his books, but Crowley couldn’t bring himself to care, just about vibrating out of his skin or clawing it off in this ceaseless, unrelenting anxiety that drove him to pace and scratch at his body until he left great welts that sluggishly dripped blood.

“Crow– Crowley stop it!” Aziraphale shouted and gathered Crowley’s hands in his own to keep him from harming himself, and he couldn’t help but worry at how much of a skittish animal the demon resembled, trembling violently with no white to be seen in his eyes at all anymore. “And, and where are your shoes, Crowley?!”

“Don’t need ‘em,” Crowley gripped back at Aziraphale’s hands and his fingernails-turned-claws dug into the backs of perfect scholar’s hands as he slowly lost more and more of his grip on his human-like form. He pulled at Aziraphale and flapped his wings in order to pull with just a bit more strength and leverage than Aziraphale had easily available to him at the moment before a quake hit.

“Oh no.” Crowley whispered, his stomach broke through the bottom of the Deepest Pit and descended further into hereto untold depths of Hell. It was here, he was far too late, and he’d never felt it so keenly as now. It was the cathedral all over again, they’d discorporate here under piles of rubble.

All at once he came back to himself, Aziraphale had his hands on Crowley’s shoulders, gripping tightly at him and shaking him some to bring him back to the rest of the world. “-ley? Crowley!” Aziraphale said, voice modulated with stern worry when he saw Crowley’s shoulders bend like the lintel breaking and he went unnaturally still.

“Too late, angel.” Crowley muttered hoarsely, and sent Aziraphale a pleading look that begged for quite a lot of things, but mostly forgiveness. He didn’t want to be forgiven by anyone else, he was unforgivable, came with the job description really, but in the too-still seconds before the walls swayed he thought he might like to be forgiven for his sandals.

Then the walls fell, just like Jericho, except this time they were inside them. Air rushed past Crowley’s ears as they tumbled to the ground that churned and convulsed until great slabs of road and the stone under the city rose up and disturbed the city and its people

There was screaming, and crying, and Crowley had never felt so much like he was in Hell on Earth. He’d been torn away from Aziraphale as they fell. Debris and the stone and wood and plaster of the walls around them and the housing above them crushed them in, and Crowley’s body was sore beyond belief. Stones landed on him in ways that would kill a human, but the Earth could never truly harm a demon, not like this, not when there was pain and suffering to be had elsewhere. But it could disorient him.

His head pounded and his eyes couldn’t focus and he felt the vibrations of the Earth in his bones now as he lay coffined in its clutches for some long minutes. And then he remembered.

“Aziraphale!” He croaked loudly, voice cracking from the dust lining his useless human lungs. 

“Crowley?” He heard from only a few feet away, and he shifted broken, carved stones and the fractured skeleton of the home that lay on them until he could wriggle his sorry hide to Aziraphale’s location. 

Nearly crying from relief, Crowley carefully took Aziraphale’s hand and murmured “I thought I lost you,” as if it were a prayer.

Aziraphale turned his head to look over at Crowley and once more his stomach sank, though this time his heart joined it. Oh no, no. No no nononono. Crowley keened a miserable sound from the back of his throat that turned into nothing but air by the time it left his lips. 

"I'm afraid you're going to, my dear." Aziraphale chuckled wetly and reached up with a bloodied hand to wipe a tear off Crowley’s face. He only succeeded in leaving a red smear along his cheekbone. Aziraphale coughed and more blood spattered his lips, and Crowley pointedly could not look where a damned, bloody rock had crushed his angel from the lower half of the ribs and down, leaving his head and one of his arms free. 

Just enough to suffer, Crowley thought, and he was just an unfortunate enough of a demon to be morose about it. If he wasn’t already in shock, then he’d be soon. But Crowley knew quite well that shock didn’t always dull the pain the way it ought.

“Just for a bit.” Aziraphale assured him, as if he were the one deserving comfort.

“Angel,” Crowley wheezed, the air laden with dust that dried him from the inside out. “I’m so–” he cut himself off. Demons didn’t say sorry. Demons weren’t forgivable.

“I know, dear.” Aziraphale murmured, “No act of God, I should think, would be your fault.” He breathed in deeply and Crowley heard the air in his lungs whistle as they didn’t fill from the perforations. He made a choice that would haunt him. Just as all his other choices did. 

Gently cupping Aziraphale’s head, supporting the weight of it entirely, Crowley bent down as best he could to press an awkward kiss on Aziraphale’s brow, forcing him to close his eyes. With an unspoken regret, Crowley sharply twisted his hands with a loud crack and felt Aziraphale’s now-uninhabited body fall limp between his fingers.

He didn’t like how Aziraphale’s hair felt under his fingers covered in bloody, muddy dirt.

[msmkcreates]

"Struggle" (Yandere!Mutt/Reader)

For @the-jennisms for the pay what you want drabbles!

Mutt has things down now, but not every timeline has gone so smoothly. There's a reason he has to do things in such an underhanded way...

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“Look, I don't know you--”

Yes. Remember him.

“--and I can see that you clearly think we know each other--”

Yes. Please. please just have lunch with me. If it weren't for that reset, if only it hadn't reset, if only he had been able to stop it, then Mutt would still be waking up to you every morning, would still hear your laugh and feel your lips on his teeth, would still have you--

“--but if you don't stop following me, I'm going to have to call the cops.”

...what?

“what?” His voice was shaky, God, he sounded crazy, but he only had to make you understand, to make you see, make you remember. “darlin’, please, i know it doesn't make sense right now, i-it might never make sense, but you have to just trust me, okay? please, i need you to try.”

You stepped back as he reached for you, clearly weirded out and a little bit scared. He put his hands up, trying to make himself smaller, less menacing.

“please, princess--”

“Stop calling me all those nicknames like you know me!”

And then you turned and ran, down the street and around the corner, and he knew, oh, he knew you would turn into that coffee shop on the corner where your friend works and try to convince him to pretend to be your boyfriend.

He felt his chest heave, and he stumbled against the building beside him, clutching his aching soul as the panic set in.

No. No. Nononono, no, he can't, he can't make it through without you, he loved you so much. You were the only good fucking thing about this fucking place, with its anti-monster propaganda and it's people that looked at him like he might snap. You were the only thing that made it worth it since his brother was safe and sound on his government paycheck with nothing to worry about, living on the military base while Mutt tries to make do in the unforgiving city alone.

He doesn't remember following you, but that night he ended up on the steps of your apartment as you came home from work.

You didn't open your arms for him, or sigh in relief to see him. You locked up, your keys clenched in your hand.

“please. one cup of coffee,” he said softly. “i brought the creamer that tastes like the girl scout cookies?”

A stutter in your defense. Yes.

“...That's my favorite. How did you know that?”

“i can explain, you just have to let me in.”

You didn't want to. Every inch of you was still on guard, but you're too good to send him away if he's really crazy. That kindness, so strong.

“How did you know where I live?” You asked as you slowly unlocked the door, opting to obey, and though he realized it was likely because you felt like if you didn't, he might hurt you, he was relieved anyhow. A little scared of him was doable as long as he could explain it away.

“i lived here with you,” he said, hanging his coat on the hook and catching the loose piece that always falls but you've never fixed. He fit it back into its space as your eyes widened, clearly wondering how he knew about that. “in another timeline. another world. before it all got reset, again, the fucking resets…”

He turned to you, and you jumped, backing up towards the kitchen.

“please say you believe me. please say you remember me...papyrus? your mutt? your big dumb monster?” He was pleading with you now, searching your eyes for any semblance of recognition. “you said you would always be there when i needed you? the nightmares...they're so bad, without you, they're so awful without you to kiss them away, please--”

He dropped to his knees and gripped your jacket, burying his face in your shirt, your soft tummy, the scent of you washing over him, comforting him.

Hesitant hands patted him awkwardly, and he whimpered.

“I...sure, uh, of course. Of course I remember, dummy.” You lied, and he knew it was a lie, but he didn't care. “You, uh...let's lay you on the couch while I make dinner, okay? And we'll get you the help you need.”

“the only help i need is you!” He moaned, holding you tighter as you tried to pry away. “i just...i just need...you.”

“Alright, relax, relax! You can stay, but you need to, like, bring it down, okay? You're scaring me.”

He could hear your heartbeat, way too fast, terrified. He was scaring you.

“...i'm scaring you? you're scared of me..”

He laughed, pressing his face harder against your stomach. You made a small noise of pain as his sharp cheekbones pressed into you.

“N-no! Please, I didn't mean that, I--” Your breathing was frantic as he pulled away, and you scooted back against the wall and slid to the floor, flinching as he looked down at you. “P-please, don't hurt me, I'm sorry I don't remember, just don't hurt me!”

“i would never hurt you,” he cooed softly, his hands slowly tilting your chin up. There was warmth to the touch, and he could feel you melt against the gentle reminder of him. Progress. “never. never, I'm sorry i scared you, okay? i only want to be with you, alright? look, i'll...i'll cook. you have the stuff for orange chicken?”

“...That's my favorite dish, I've been craving it all day.” You looked up at him in disbelief. “How did you know that?”

“because that's what you always want, darlin’,” he chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. “comin’ right up. just sit tight.”

It was a struggle, not organic like the first time. Maybe he'd come on a little strong, but it was difficult...

As he moved into the kitchen he sighed in relief, thinking of the awful weeks of trying to get you to remember him--but it was over, God, he could sleep again! He could be here, with you. He knows it sounds crazy, insane, terrifying--but it won't be long before he's telling you all the stories again, reliving his life before the reset. It won't be long before you believe him.

He didn't notice, as he began to prep for dinner, that you reached for your purse, your phone…

It didn't matter if you called the cops. Nothing could take you from him now.

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Sunset

Please don’t take               My sunshine                             Away

“What’s it gonna be? You? Or them?”

They had been healing. Recovering. Getting back to what they called normal.

Mimi’s doctor’s appointments were down to every three weeks. Chrona had slowly come back out of her angry silence, and Quickdraw’s fists no longer creaked whenever his fingers curled.

Kiki and Dani no longer burst into tears when the lights went dim.

Their fathers had slowly been able to breathe again...

And then it all went wrong once more.

Mimi was at the hospital; attending her physical therapy session, which left Quickdraw to walk the others to and from school. He laughed as Dani and Kiki ran ahead of him and Chrona followed the younger two with a shout of, “C’mon stay close! You know the rules!”

And then Chrona kicked on a burst of speed, and the hairs on the back of Quickdraw’s neck rose like bristles.

His walk quickened to a jog, then to a sprint as hands reached out from behind the corner of a familiar building missing a front window and snatched at Chrona’s braid and hauled her out of sight.

Dani and Kiki shrieked in fear as their backpack straps were grabbed and pulled.

“NO!”

Quickdraw’s shoes slid on still glittering and stained concrete as he stopped on the service alley and bolted down it after the screams and wails of his younger sisters- his chest burned again as he breathed smoke and suffering from days once dim until the crackle of gravel under his feet warned him to slow down.

A bandaged face met him, surrounded once again by allies- his sisters held tight. Dani and Kiki’s faces were streaking in tears already as they held each other, and Chrona tugged and spat and snarled to be let go.

“Think you’re some kinda badass huh?!”

Quickdraw stood tall, walking slowly forward, “Let them go, man. The two little ones aren’t even out of elementary- the neighborhood would riot and you’d get worse than what you got before.”

A bitter laugh, “Yeah, yeah- They’re better stock than the rest of you anyway, pitbrat.”

Quickdraw flinched at the name as Dani and Kiki were shoved forward; Kiki stumbled, scraping her forearms on gravel and wailing in pain. Chrona surged forward, barely restrained until an arm snaked around her throat and pulled tight.

“Let her go too, she’s never done anything.”

“She almost GOUGED OUT a motherfucker’s EYE Quickdraw.”

“You all tried to kill her big sister, so its a reasonable reaction.”, he fired back, deadpan and sarcastic, “Consequences exist y’know.”

“Yeah, they do. And today you get yours.”

Quickdraw’s golden eyes grew wide when he heard the click of a blade locking open.

“Let’s see how tough you are now, huh? Conspawn’s not here to protect you, Quickie; And there’s more of us than there are of you.”

“Dani, get behind me with Kiki.”, said Quickdraw, low and quiet and calm before once more addressing a self-made enemy, “Let her go, dude. If you’ve got problems with me that’s FINE but leave my other sisters out of this. You already put Mimi in the hospital, what more do you want.”

“You’re all TRAITORS. My pops DIED tryin’ to get rid of Cons and now all these halfbreeds are running around? Fucking CRIMINALS crossbreeding with decent people and YOU’RE PROTECTING THEM.”

“Buddy everyone suffered during the Wars, think about what you’re doing. You’re threatening a bunch of KIDS because of your ego.”

“Yeah, a bunch of kids who run after the heels of a DECEPTICON HALFBREED.”

“A faction isn’t a species you fucking idiot; now let my sister GO.”

Quickdraw’s stomach went cold when he saw the flash; a steel blade, an old military grade flickknife pressed against his sister’s twitching temple. Dani wailed softly, holding tight to Kiki as Quickdraw’s fists creaked like they had once upon a time.

Chrona bit hard on her lip as the knifetip traced beside her eye- leaving a thin red line from the end of her eyebrow down to her cheekbone.

“LET. HER. GO.”

“You want us to let her GO? Alright, then we wanna make a deal. You won’t let us erase the Conspawn? You want us to leave your bastard sisters alone? Then you gotta pay up Quickdraw.”

Quickdraw swallowed hard at the grins on the faces aimed at him as Chrona’s face went pale in realization.

“...If I agree, you’ll let them leave safely, right. You’ll leave them alone forever.”

“Eyup. You pay the piper and the kiddies go home free.”

Quickdraw worried the inside of his cheek with his teeth- his head was screaming for him to run, to get help, to do something other than make a deal with the Devil; but he looked down at Kiki and Dani, he looked over to the weakly struggling Chrona...

“What’s it gonna be? You? Or them?”

“...Fine. Let them go.”, said Quickdraw quietly, feeling his body tense up for a fight, “Let them go, I’ll take their place.”

A wicked smile, and Chrona was released. She stumbled, wobbled, and coughed hoarsely as she rubbed at her throat-

And then the two youngest shrieked aloud.

Quickdraw looked over his shoulder, seeing a vehicle suddenly rumble to life and he grabbed the two youngest, “CHRONA, GO!”

They ran. The service alleyway was blocked off, forcing Chrona and Quickdraw to veer off towards the old industrial sheds; the main gate was open and unlocked, but their head start was closing fast.

“Chrona!”

She skidded to a stop, turning only to squawk as Kiki was shoved into her arms. Quickdraw’s eyes were molten gold and heating with his newfound temper.

“Get them home. Get Dad. Get EVERYONE. I’ll hold them off so you can lose them- but get safe!”

“Qd, I can’t just-”

“NO ARGUING, DAMMIT- GET GOING!”

Chrona jolted, shocked at the barked swear from her normally so softspoken sibling; but she nodded. She whispered to Dani to follow, and led them off in a zigzagging path out of the industrial yard.

Quickdraw turned and launched himself at the first victim he saw, his blows falling indiscriminantly as he kept their pursuers away from following Chrona and the two youngest. He knew it was futile- It was him against at least ten others. He knew he’d pay for it; they were armed and he was not.

But this time, they wouldn’t take another light. He refused to see Chrona’s eyes go dim and cloudy in repressed fear. He refused to see Dani or Kiki flinch when they heard the ground scuff too hard underfoot.

He’d be damned if he saw another ray of his home’s sunshine dimmed down into a hospital bed with the lights forever stuck at half.

And so he swung and kicked, he bit and gouged. He felt bones crack and felt blood smear and he fought with everything he had until his legs shook from holding up his weight and his hands went numb.

And when they overpowered him, he spat in their faces. When his hands were held outstretched to either side like Jesus on the cross he glared in defiance.

When they kicked his legs and made him kneel he tugged and snarled and sank too-sharp teeth into whatever he could until he tasted wet pennies and old nickels.

“Fucking REALLY.”

“You broke the fucking rules FIRST asswipe.”

Quickdraw’s chin and head were suddenly grabbed, held steady- The flash of a blade in his vision and a scowl built on bruised ego reflected by his golden eyes.

“I don’t like how you look at me, traitor.”

Quickdraw spat in the face in front of him. He barked a bitter laugh at the sound of disgust, blinking the beginnings of pained tears out of his sunshine eyes when his head was forcibly tilted slightly up.

“Just for that, you’re going to fucking PAY.”

The scream was heard all the way back at the main road, where a pair of twins looked at each other as they followed their massive father down the dim path.

Ahead of him ran a girl in green, her face twisted in a snarl and a pistol in her hands as she was followed by a voice begging her to think before she acted.

Quickdraw sobbed, his left eye a red and gold and gory mess as it dribbled down his cheek. Laughter assaulted his ears as his remaining eye blurred, and then he screeched in pain as colors danced in front of it before going dark- it felt like electricity buzzed under his nosebridge, his head swam as his cheeks felt bright life leak down over them-

Gunfire. Gunfire and howling and sobs of “WHAT THE FUCK MAN WHAT THE FUCK SHE’S BACK SHE’S GOT A GUN-”

The sound of Magnus bellowing “GET DOWN, ON THE GROUND, NOW-”

Chaos, and his head hung as his hearing went tinny and dull. He slumped forward when his arms were released and his forearms crashed down onto unforgiving gravel as his legs shook before he tilted and tilted and the world came up to catch him.

Magnus stared out at the line of twelve people on their knees, some bleeding and some wobbling as they clutched stomachs and chests. Mimi’s chest heaved, her green eyes wide as she stared at the dropped knife, the hands in the air, the fear on a too-self-absorbed torturer’s face. She raised her father’s pistol as ice bloomed over her expression and pulled the trigger.

Click.

“Damn.”, she hissed, tossing it to the side as her target’s shoulders relaxed. She cracked her knuckles, looked once at Magnus, and then set to work.

Dominus, the youngest of the twins, was at Quickdraw’s side first. Coaxing him up, letting him claw his way into a sitting position as Forge pulled his t-shirt off and balled it up.

“Ch-Chrona, KikiDaniwhere-”

“They’re safe man, they’re safe they called Dad, Magnus is here it’s safe- oh god... oh Primus, oh god DAD, DAD CALL THE MEDICS, CALL THEM NOW!”

Forge stared in horror at the empty socket, at the broken and dim remaining gold as eyelids blinked crooked over vicious wounds. And he unballed his shirt, rolling it into a strip and held it carefully over Quickdraw’s eyes.

“M-My, my eyes, he had a- I can’t- can’t see he-”

“I know man, I know- DAD, HURRY!”

The howl of sirens, the sound of vehicles. Quickdraw sat limp in the twin’s hold as a door slammed and Quickdraw heard boots running over concrete and heard it-

“QUICKDRAW, QUI- Quickdraw, oh... Oh god kiddo, no... nononono-”

Whirl knelt, feeling his throat close as he saw the red lines down smooth cheeks and took over Forge’s hold. He let the strip of saturate shirt fabric fall away, and coughed a soft cry of mourning.

Quickdraw looked at him without looking at him, and coughed weakly.

“I-I kept ‘em safe Dad.”, he said, “I kept ‘em safe this time, I didn’t let them hurt ‘em like they did to Mimi did... Did I do alright? Did I do it right?”

Whirl’s sob as he put his arms around his son made Mimi turn; one hand curled in a shirt collar and the other with knuckles split and bruised. Enforcers were swarming the area, the jingle of cuffs was loud and then she stared down at her victim.

“You took my legs. You took their smiles... You took my baby bro’s eyes.”, she said, her voice rough as the gravel she stood on as she hauled the would-be villain to his feet, “I’m gonna take something from you that you’re NEVER gonna get back.”

The sickening snap of bone made Magnus and Whirl turn their heads sharply. 

Mimi had dropped her brother’s tormentor, put a booted prosthetic on his hand, and stomped down with the ferocity of the Decepticon she was born of. She ground her heel down, stomping again and again until her target tried to yank his hand back a final time and the fingers splayed at all the wrong angles.

“Good luck ever using that hand again.”, she said coldly, “Now, put out your other one.”

“N-N-NUH-WHY-”

“YOU TOOK TWO EYES, SHITSTAIN!”, she roared as another car swerved into the growing crime scene, “SO I WANT TWO FUCKING HANDS, BOY!”

“PLEASE, PLEASE STOP-”

“HAND OUT OR I’LL REMOVE IT-”

“MIMOSA.”

She turned, rage painted on her face, to see Drift lit up by an arriving ambulance. She growled in her throat, and stepped away. Instead, she moved to where Whirl knelt and held his injured son and put her hand on the ex-Wrecker’s shoulder.

The sun began to set, night creeping in on the edges of everyone’s vision as more sirens, more lights flashed and screeched into the evening.

An evening that came early for the boy with sunshine eyes.

[with-valkyrie]

Glimmer, Sparkle, Shine!

Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 763

Warnings: some swearing

Synopsis: steve’s prom- themed date with you comes to a pause when he finds out about your favorite snack

a/n: (repost) inspired by this prompt here. lets see who can catch the 90s song reference lmao

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He was standing by the window, readjusting his tie for the fifteenth time when he heard a pair of heels clacking against the wood floor. He turned around to see you and… wow. Um, ‘Lost for words’ was far from an understatement. If he tried to say that, only the ‘L’ sound would come out.

Your hair was done, nails done, face was beat, the trim of the dress reached up to your neck, down your wrists and past your knees—but defined your figure in all the right places. But the very thing that left Steve without words was your smile; eyes crinkling, dimples and cheeks appearing and your lips perfectly framing those set of teeth.

As a child, he thought only the Virgin Mary statue in his church could glimmer and sparkle the way that you were glimmering under the moonlight. (Damn, was he a stupid kid.) With all eight of your eyes and all, it was like he was falling in love all over again with the way you beamed at him like that.

For the first half hour, he flailed his arms around Kermit-style for every song with no coordination. In his defense, he saw this one person voguing on a street corner once and thought arm-flailing was how it was done.

When you had eventually stopped laughing at him, you took his . He’s a fast learner, you’ll give him that but he was still a lil’ stiff.

The playlist on his phone winds down to more slow danceable songs. And as quick as the songs shift, you move your hands up his chest and rest your arms on his shoulders while his arms wrap around your waist. Your chests are pressed together, rising and falling at in one rhythm.

Up close, you look like you shook a fairy half to death, the way your skin and hair shimmer like Edward Cullen’s does. Glimmer dances on your face from your forehead, to your cheekbones, to the corners of your lips.

A star personified tonight. “Damn” is all that can echo in Steve’s subconscious.

You’re silent for a long moment, embracing each other while trapped in a staring contest great enough to combat the champions until you speak.

“There is a question that I’ve been thinking hard about lately.”

“Ask away, darling.”

You tilt your head and slowly bat your eight long eyelashes like butterfly wings, eyes returning to your beloved in the same place they were before.

“Why do you love me?” You ask.

He doesn’t miss a beat to lower his voice and smirk to make your heart beat quicken. “To be honest with you…” He caresses the side of your face, some Fenty highlight coming off your cheekbone and sticking onto his fingertips. “...I have no idea.” He does though, and you know it too. Eight eyes and all, you’re a positive motivating force in his life and right now you’re just letting him know you’re wondering why. He trails a hand down to your chin, slowly lifting your lips just enough so they’re close to his. Then, he whispers “There’s just something magical about you, dollface."

The kiss is passionate. You give it a 100/10 rating in the back of your mind while you work your jaw and tangle your fingers in his hair.

As quick as it came, you both pull away for air, heavily breathing. Now his lips are too, covered in a mix of glimmer and gloss that shines in the dim lighting. It’s metaphorical to how he has a piece of your heart with him. And you feel as if your lungs and heart are missing entirely as you feel breathless from the kiss.

“I must be the can of glitter I ate.” Now it’s your turn to smirk, this time with glitter infested lips. You laugh.

Steve however, isn’t laughing with you.

“...what.”

You nod, still hoping a further clarification can take you right back to that lovey-dovey-sexy time y’all were having a minute ago. “Yeah, I buy whole cans of glitter from Amazon for snack food. It’s really good when you just eat it like a tub of dry Kool Aid—“

The look of confusion in his face grows to alarm, eyes widening then takes one of your hands and starts walking fast out the training room doors.

Lovey-Dovey-Kinda-Sexy time was officially over.

“We gotta get you to a hospital.”

“What? No! No, nononono. Bey-bee! I’m fine! Really! I eat cans of glitter all the time and I’m always alright.”

“Oh yeah, we definitely gotta get you to a hospital.”

[aj-the-psycho]

The Hour: A Sanders Sides Story - Chapter 6

IMPORTANT INFORMATION: HE’S NOT HAPPY

TW: None

Summary: Roman finally had his hour.

AO3 Link

Roman was excited. Ever since that announcement about the original theater production, Roman couldn’t help but think about it all the time. He got distracted a lot, thinking about the plot lines of his first original play. The professor never said it should be a musical, but obviously he’s making it a musical, because who could live without ever hearing his wonderful singing voice?

It was almost midnight and Roman was still hunched on his desk, writing ideas and creating scenes. He had always liked writing romantic or heroic tropes, be it poems or stories. Princes and knights saving damsels, fighting evil and dying an honorable death. Or perhaps, little scenes with romantic gestures where the hero would woo the girl and they would fall madly in love with each other. What people don’t expect though, is that Roman loves stories where the villain turns good and be the hero. He thought the most noble deed anyone could do is to own up to their mistakes and change themselves for the better.

Roman had been at his desk for six hours. His shoulders felt like it was made out of concrete; heavy and stiff. His fingers were jellies; weakly holding a pen and dancing across the paper in an erratic pattern. His eyes sting from the bright white light of his desk lamp. Roman ignored his discomfort and continued his writing, imagination still running wild.

‘I should maybe start writing at least one scene. What good are ideas if I don’t use it? Which one though?’ Roman paused for a moment. ‘Oh, that part at the near-ending is a good one.

‘How should that scene start? Oh, I know…

~~~

“You took a bullet for me.” the villain stared at her as she gasped for a breath that didn’t quite reach her lungs. “That was a stupid move.”

She wished she had something to say. An excuse. She wished she had had a plan, but he had done it out of instinct.

She wished she had something to say. A witty comment. Something smart. But every word she wanted to say died on her lips. Everything hurts.

The villain stepped closer, looming over her. For a second, everything was silent. Nothing moves, the wind holds its breath, the birds didn’t sing their happy songs. The villain scooped her up and leaned him over the large tree behind them.

“Why did you have to be so stupid?” the villain said, desperation dripping from the words. “Stay with me. Don’t you dare leave me. Please. If you stay, I promise-I promise I will tell you everything. I promise I’ll be better. Just… please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” she said. Her breaths were getting shorter…’

~~~

‘I think that’s good for now.’ Roman thought, satisfied with what he had worked on for now.

Roman would never admit it, but he would often imagine himself being the hero who people adore. Well, one person would be enough for him. Roman have always wanted someone who he can protect and shower with gifts and kisses. Someone who doesn’t demand anything from him. Someone who he can love.

Suddenly, Roman felt a dull pain at the back of his head, like someone had punched him at the back of the head. He ignored it in favor of writing more ideas. He felt another pain, more intense this time. Roman threw his pen on his desk in frustration. Why can’t he just work in peace?! He held his head in his hands, closing his eyes, waiting for the pain to go away. After the pain had receded, he opened his eyes and was greeted by an unusual sight.

“¡Qué mierda! Where am I?!" Roman exclaimed in his surprise upon finding that he was no longer in his bedroom. He found himself seated on a bed with extremely soft sheets and heavy blanket. Roman didn’t do anything for a little while, just looking around without thinking.

He stayed on the bed for about ten minutes before he started processing his situation. ‘Am I dreaming?’ He looked around him again, now choosing to internalize his thoughts. ‘I don’t think I like this dream. I want to go back. How do I go back?’ Roman looked around some more without leaving the bed. The first thing he noticed was that everything was dark. By that meaning whoever decided to decorate this place has a dark aesthetic. That’s not the right word, but Roman didn’t care.

‘Wow… even the pillow smells edgy.’ Roman stood from his perch on the bed. He walked over to the bookshelf to the left of the bed, taking a closer look at the book collection. They were mostly poetry books, dated and modern. There are some other things too, three or four books about linguistics and two other books about space. ‘An emo nerd. That’s a weird combination.’

Roman dropped one of the books he was holding, so he bent down to pick it up. He almost instantly felt that something was off. He couldn’t place it. Something was off and he didn’t know what. ‘Wait…’ Of course. Usually, when he bend down to pick something up, the distance from his head to the floor was longer. ‘Am I shorter? I’m shorter.’ Roman told himself after reaching the conclusion then immediately back-paddled “¡Qué mierda! I’m shorter! How in las tierra is that even possible?!”

Roman paced back and forth in the small, dark bedroom, thinking about how he had gotten himself into this nonsense situation. He wished his nerdy friend was here to help him think. Logan would have known what is happening. ‘Think. How can this happen? What did I do? What did I do to the universe that it does this to me. Oh… the universe—oh… oh no. No, no, nononono! This is not happening!’

Of course it’s the hour. Of course the universe loves to mock him. Of course the universe would know the one thing he hated most. And of course the universe decided to give him that one thing that he hated most; a soulmate.

‘What time is it now?’ He took the phone at the bedside table to look at the time. When he saw the lock screen picture he froze. ‘Uuuuumm…’ he furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, thinking hard while staring at the picture. ‘That’s—that’s Remy. The Russian dude in my class?’ The picture was of Remy and another guy—who Roman thinks is super cute and immediately shoves the thought away—standing back-to-back looking straight at the camera, both having a neutral expression.

Roman would agree if someone said Remy was an attractive guy. Perfectly mussed auburn hair framing an oval face with ungodly jawline, sunglasses covering half his face which gives a mysterious vibe—until he talks, that is—and the classic ‘t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans’ combo that he usually goes for. Yes. Remy is positively hot. However, Roman was unsure about having him as a soulmate though. He looked down at himself—technically it’s his soulmate—and back at the picture.

Roman looked at the time once again. ‘I still have thirty minutes. Why can’t this just end right now?’ He walked out of the bedroom to find the bathroom. He marched in and faced the mirror. ‘Oh, I knew it was impossible for Remy guy to be my soulmate.’ was Roman’s first thought upon seeing the reflection in the mirror. His second thought was… well, it took time for him to form another thought. A pretty long time.

Roman could see the resemblance between his soulmate and Remy. They are undoubtedly related. Pale complexion making the skin look smooth and milky, striking steel grey eyes that pops against the soft-purple dyed hair, chocolate brown hair peeking at the roots. Noticeable cheekbones and killer jawline, subtle muscles framing the thin body perfectly. Roman dared to lift the loose black t-shirt to peek, revealing the same pale, milky skin. He stared at the mirror once again and noticed the dark under-eye bags.

Roman couldn’t help but think that this person was enchantingly beautiful. He immediately shook his head, as if by doing that he could banish the thought out of his head. No! This can’t happen, it’s not possible. Roman hates soulmates and nothing will change that. He doesn’t need a soulmate, because soulmates are not true love. He is not going to fall into that trap. He furrowed his brows while still staring at the mirror and leaving the bathroom with a sour mood.

‘Everything sucks.’ Roman stomps back into the bedroom. He didn’t know what to do. He never wanted this. He still didn’t want this. So, he decided to write a note.

Roman walked the short distance from the door to the desk at the corner of the room and angrily wrote a note.

~~~

Roman Cascales.

I never wanted this, still don’t want this. Don’t look for me.

If you ever see me, walk the other way.

~~~

He left the note, written on a post it, on the desk and sat on the bed again. He scrunched his face in annoyance. Why did the universe, or whatever being or force that created the universe decided that it was a good idea for soulmates to be a thing? Everything is a lie. Many people are trapped in loveless relationships just because they’re soulmate. Other people take advantage of their soulmate status to manipulate their match for their gain. Roman wanted to give a long lecture to whoever make soulmates an actual concept and maybe give them some murder charges for those whose life was taken because of that concept—literally and figuratively. Many people have had their lives ruined because of soulmates.

Roman looked at the phone once again to look at the time. He realized that the other boy in the picture was his soulmate. The realization made him want to punch something and just burst with red hot anger. ‘Ten more minutes. Just ten more minutes, hold on Roman.’ Roman tried to cool himself down.

When he felt a familiar pain at the back of his head, he embraced it. He wanted this to end right now.

Roman launched himself to the bed. His chest rising up and down quickly. He screamed into his pillow to muffle the sound and clutching the material of his thick blanket tightly in contained anger. His excitement from an hour ago was forgotten.

In the morning, before he left the apartment, he found a note on his desk.

~~~

Virgil Dudnickov (19)

Not much to say about me.

~~~

With the additional of email address and phone number, there was nothing else written.

After reading the note, Roman left his apartment in a foul mood.

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Roman's vocab (please tell me if I made any mistakes with these):

¡Qué mierda! [What the fuck!]

Las tierra [The world; the Earth]

[baeking-chancakes]

Love Subscription 1/? - Drabble

YouTuber!AU series, ongoing

ByunBaekHyun: My Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge (AKA A MESS)

Baekhyun adjusted himself in front of the camera, brushing his hair out of his face and pinning his bangs back with a clip.

“Is it on?” Chanyeol muttered beside him, leaning over the camera.

“It is - scoot over.”

Baekhyun nudged his boyfriend to the side, avoiding the tripod before him, and then sat up and threw his arms up with his signature grin. “Good morning friends, it’s your local pup here for you this Sunday morning - “

He glanced to the side and saw Chanyeol mimicking his every word and action, arms haphazardly thrown above his head, and he elbowed him and drew a theatric cry from the other before turning back to the lens, giggling.

“I’ve brought my boyfriend to you again, some of you may remember him from the Boyfriend Tag video, which was filmed...” He looked over to Chanyeol again, question in his eyes, and Chanyeol supplied,

“Almost a year ago?”

“Yeah. So instead of him sitting on the other side of the camera laughing at me or telling me to stop screaming at myself, I get to let him make a fool of himself with me.” He leaned onto Chanyeol’s shoulder, fitting his head below the other’s chin. “Aren’t we cute?”

Chanyeol laughed. “Real tight.”

“That’s what she said.”

Before Chanyeol could make some sort of exasperated statement Baekhyun bounced back into his position and launched into his topic.

“We’re doing the boyfriend-makeup challenge. Chanyeol will be doing my makeup for today~” he sing-songed, laughing at the sheepish expression over Chanyeol’s face.

“I’m scared.”

“I have high hopes for you, actually,” Baekhyun mused. “You’ve seen me put on makeup before. Although...” He faced the camera again. “I haven’t worn full...glamour makeup in a long time. I haven’t gone clubbing in forever.”

“Almost three months.”

“You remember?”

“How could I not? You’re a beast when you’re drunk.”

“That’s what she said.”

Chanyeol slapped his arm a gasp. “Stop.”

(cut)

“Without any further ado, we’ll get started,” Baekhyun laughed. He loved doing videos with Chanyeol - he should make a resolution to do more of them.

And so with brief bickering, teasing, and Chanyeol’s fumbling around the products on the table in front of him, he finally found a small bottle with a pale liquid sloshing inside. He furrowed his brow at the label.

“Foundation...this goes first right?”

“Yep.”

The taller man uneasily approached Baekhyun’s face with the pasty substance heavy on his fingers, dabbing slowly over his skin. He winced.

“It’s so wet.”

Baekhyun smirked, scrunching his nose at the tickly sensation of Chanyeol’s fingers running over his skin. “That’s what she said.”

“No.”

“But - “

“No. Stop moving.”

“You’re putting a lot on.”

Chanyeol let out a rather unmanly whine, and a distressed laugh followed closely after. “This is stressful!”

“Calm down! You’re just doing my makeup. It’s very simple compared to what you see the girls usually wear.”

“But you have a very particular way of doing it - that I love.”

Baekhyun snorted, an endearing smile crossing his face. “Softie.”

(cut)

It took longer than it should have to apply.

”You have to make sure it’s even!”

(cut)

Chanyeol sped through painting concealer over the smaller’s nose.

 ”Oh no. You’re all even and then your nose is just white. Albino nose.” 

“Fix it!” 

“Nah I think I’ll leave it.” 

“Chanyeol!”

(cut)

Then there was an illusionary skin whitening cream.

”You don’t need it.” 

“I do.” 

“You’re already perfectly pale. And I like your honey skin too. Nothing to worry about.” 

“Chanyeooooooolll!”

(cut)

By the time it came to his eyebrows Baekhyun was a nervous wreck, but Chanyeol wasn’t handling himself well either.

“Don’t do anything crazy,” Baekhyun muttered, glancing at the camera and making a face.

“No promises.” Chanyeol looked at the camera too...and winked.

Baekhyun felt the pencil tip against his face and Chanyeol’s gentle hands holding him still - he had a relatively hardy faith for his boyfriend doing his eyebrows. Chanyeol always had perfect eyebrows without trying. Baekhyun voiced his thoughts and Chanyeol snorted at him, propelling them into a long casual conversation that would have to be cut out later.

Then came the contouring and highlighting. They were both trying to conceal their laughter and the taller pointed a powder-covered brush at Baekhyun’s cheek like a weapon.

He mumbled to himself, “Just shoot straight...”

Baekhyun opened his mouth but before he could speak, Chanyeol had a finger on his lips stopping him with a curt, “No, that’s not what she said.”

The smaller closed his eyes and tilted his face up to accommodate Chanyeol’s lanky hand with a puppyish smile, soothed by the soft silky tufts brushing against his hollowed cheeks, lips pushed out. He was already aware of how much editing he was going to have to do later on.

Then much to his surprise he felt a hot, soft press against his lips and his eyes flew open, mouth parting with a gasp. Chanyeol’s lips lingered over his, a cheeky grin accompanying his presence.

“What was that for?” Baekhyun blubbered, a blush coming to his cheeks.

“An interlude!”

(cut)

“What are you doing?” Baekhyun guffawed, fighting away Chanyeol’s hands. “You put eyeshadow on with a brush, not your fingers!”

“Really?”

“Yes!” He watched Chanyeol reach for one and his chest jumped with a gasp. He directed the taller’s hands towards a smaller one. “Blending brush. Now don’t go crazy.”

He let his lids fall closed and awaited the touch on his face; he heard only some shifting and a faint whisper. 

“What are you saying?” Baekhyun asked, crease furrowing his brow.

“Nothing. Now keep your eyes closed.” During editing later on he would find Chanyeol making funny faces at the camera and mouthing silently, “He’s so pretty - I’m so lucky. Isn’t he cute? Who else gets to do their boyfriend’s makeup?”

(cut)

And then came the eyeliner.

“I give up!” Chanyeol cried before the pencil even made it to Baekhyun’s skin. “I can’t do this!”

“What? You can’t stop now!”

Chanyeol bit his lip, then glanced at the camera. “You should just edit all twenty minutes of this out.”

“No - finish through!”

“I’M STRESSED BAEKH-”

(cut)

Chanyeol put the tip to Baekhyun’s eye, cradling the side of his face with sweaty palms. After several minutes of timid strokes and touch-ups and unsure lines the taller sat back with a heavy breath. “Every time I touch you I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“That’s what - “

“Hell no! That one barely even makes sense! One more lame sex joke and I will leave this half of your face undone!” Chanyeol shouted, pointing the liquid pencil at Baekhyun’s bright and giggly face. 

“No! Nononono - “ Baekhyun stuttered past his hysterical laughter, grappling at Chanyeol as he stood up and pretended to leave. 

“I swear to god Byun Baekhyun - “

“Nonono no no no! I promise! No more lame sex jokes! Just come back and finish your job!”

Chanyeol snorted through his own chuckles as he plopped back down into his seat and in a nasally, mimicking voice said, “That’s what she said.”

(cut)

Chanyeol sat with a handheld mirror clutched to his chest, grinning at Baekhyun’s face.

“I think it’s time for the reveal,” Baekhyun said to the camera, tucking stray hair behind his ear. “God, I’m sweating.”

“Are you ready?” Chanyeol handed him the mirror with a nervous gasp as he whispered, “I’m more nervous than you are.”

Baekhyun took the glass in hand and adjusted it to his face - his lips fell open. “Wow, Chanyeollie - “

The taller hid behind his hands, peeking through his lanky fingers. “Oh God. What do you think?”

Baekhyun brought the mirror to his eyes, a giggle bubbling in his throat. “You - you did better than I thought you would. Lip gloss is looking good.” He pulled the mirror away and blinked up at the camera. “What do you guys think?”

“You don’t seem like you’d look good in bright lipstick,” Chanyeol mused. “Lip gloss works.”

“I have a method.”

“The eyeliner is uneven,” Chanyeol groaned.

“You must like highlighting. And did you actually contour? I can’t tell.”

Chanyeol shifted to get a better look. “I was probably too much into your lips.”

“You also went really...wild on the eyeshadow,” Baekhyun giggled, observing the bright blue canvas over each lid. “I think I look better in warmer tones, but - is that pink? You were really into the eyeshadow.”

Chanyeol chewed at his fingers nervously. “I didn’t realize how much I was using at the time. It was uneven at first, so I kept adding more to try to balance it out....”

“But my nose! It looks like a lightbulb!” Baekhyun glanced up from the mirror to his amused boyfriend, who burst out laughing as he kept speaking. “I’m the new albino Rudolf the White-Nosed lightbulb!”

(cut)

Baekhyun grinned at the camera, Chanyeol in stitches beside him, trying to swallow his laughter.

“Overall I think he did really well - ”

Beside him Chanyeol tumbles off of his chair and collapses on the ground.

“Chanyeol!”

(cut)

Baekhyun gripped Chanyeol’s hand to keep him still and in place finally.

“Comment below what you all think of his hard work.”

“I was labor-intensive,” the taller muttered beside him.

“He suffered a lot for this...” Baekhyun’s voice dropped, then he turned to his boyfriend with a gleam in his eye and an impish smile on his glittery lips. “Can I do your makeup?”

Chanyeol’s expression immediately fell. “What now? Please no - ”

(cut)

Ten minutes later after a great deal of fussing, they were both grinning into the camera, Chanyeol a bit reluctantly, but Baekhyun wouldn’t have wanted to miss recording his embarrassed blush for the world. His eyes have grown with Baekhyun’s touch of mascara, his brows strong, his cheekbones radiant - not that Chanyeol isn’t always radiant.

“And that’s all! Don’t forget to subscribe, like, and comment - if you want to see more of Chanyeol let us know. We’ll make it happen.”

Baekhyun gave his signature smile, his unfailing crooked peace sign, but as he tried to leap up off his chair tugging Chanyeol with him, preparing to run off screen and out of frame like he always does at the end of each video, Chanyeol’s firm grip held him back.

“Wait - "

Baekhyun glanced at the camera lens, then sat back down. “What?”

The look in Chanyeol’s eyes swirled with emotion - and mischief. “You know you don’t need makeup right?”

“I know. I think I just look...better with makeup.”

Chanyeol frowned and lifted their intertwined hands. “That’s not true.”

“Chanyeol - ”

“You’re beautiful without makeup.”

Baekhyun’s tongue worked but no words came - he was stunted by the sincerity in Chanyeol’s eyes and strong hand. He turned away. “Don’t say that.”

“I like you best when you don’t wear makeup - you look really soft.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Soft.”

While he was preoccupied with looking at their hands and trying to formulate a funny response, he heard Chanyeol speak to the black lens in front of them.

“Sometimes he calls himself ugly. But he’s my boyfriend and I really love him, no matter what anyone says. He’s handsome without makeup.” Baekhyun glances up and catches his eye, a simper on his decorated lips. Chanyeol’s expression softens. “You are.”

“But I am handsome with makeup too, right?”

“Of course.”

Beakhyun looked at the camera, his and Chanyeol’s hands tightening around each other, but without a witty response coming to his lips he just smiled.

(cut)

“Ready?” Baekhyun asked. Chanyeol nodded.

“Yeah.”

A second later they jumped up and Baekhyun sprinted off screen with his boyfriend in tow.

[motordyk]

Fanfic under the cut!!

Toriel awoke to movement beside her.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, noting that it was still dark out. She heard a whimper and felt more movement beside him. Sans. He was having a nightmare. And it looked like a bad one. “Sans. Sans, sweetie, wake up.” She gently placed her hand on his shoulder blade. The contact was apparently enough to wake him, because he sat straight up, but by the look in his eyes, he was still out of it.

Toriel flinched back, not expecting that response. Sans was breathing hard and that signature eye of his was darting around the room in panic.

“hhhhghh...no...no no nononono-” He scrambled back, pressing himself against the giant bedframe.

Oh, no. “Sans, sweetie, look at me. It’s only a nightmare.” She grabbed his hands and held them. That seemed to be a bad idea, though, as it only made it worse. “GO AWAY!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!” He screamed. Toriel flinched back, letting him go immediately. Sans held his hands close to his body, tears streaming down his skull. “pl ea se lea ve me a l o ne…” he whimpered. Toriel had no idea what to do. Should she get closer?

Should she leave him be?

...no. She couldn’t leave him to suffer like that. She reached her paws out and pulled him into a hug. “Sans, it’s all right. You’re safe now; there’s no one here to harm you.” There was silence before she heard a meek “...tori…?” She pulled him away to get a better look at his face. He seemed to be back from whatever trance he was in, but that eye was still glowing. She put her paws on his cheekbones.

“Yes, Sans. I’m here. It’s okay.” she said gently. “I’m here.” Sans was barely holding it together. He placed his hands on hers, trying his best not to break down. Toriel pressed her forehead against his in an act of comfort.

“g-god, tori- i-i-i-...it- was...i sa w...he w a s...he t ried to...and i...i-i…” Sans broke off in another attempt to repress his emotions. It looked like it was going to be one of those nights. “It’s okay, Sans.” she murmured, pulling him in for another hug.  Any self-control Sans had left shattered. He clutched onto Toriel’s shirt as a sob ripped through his trembling body. Another one came as quick as the last, showing him no mercy and not giving him a chance to breathe.

Toriel could only hold him close as he wailed and shook. Instantly, one thought came to her mind.

One single thing she could think of that would be able to soothe him. One single thing she enjoyed doing the most. One single thing she hadn’t done in years. After dwelling on the idea bit, Toriel began to sing.

“Come, stop your crying.

It will be all right.”

There was another sob from Sans, but it was less violent than the last. “Just take my hand.

Hold it tight. I will protect you from all around you.

I will be here, don’t you cry.”

Sans was reduced to a sniffling mess, listening to his beloved serenade him. It was starting to help. The old tune felt vaguely familiar to him. He knew he had heard it somewhere before. But where? Where? It couldn’t have been him, there was no way. But yet, he knew this melody by heart. The entire thing. Then, despite himself, and taking Toriel by surprise, Sans began to join in.

“for one so small,

you seem so strong.

my arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm.”

And then they began to sing together.

“This bond between us

Can’t be broken.

I will be here, don’t you cry.”

“ ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart.

Yes, you’ll be in my heart.

From this day on,

Now and forever-

more.”

“ ‘Cause you’ll be in my heart.

No matter what they say.” “You’ll be here,

In my heart.

Always.”

“Always.”

The last part was a whisper from Toriel as she rubbed the back of his skull. Sans let out a sniff as he pulled away, wiping a tear from his eye socket. “w-wow, Tor.” he sniffled. “i hadn’t heard that song in years.”

Toriel had appeared to have shed some tears as well, as she found herself doing the same thing. “It is quite an old lullaby,” she chuckled. “But it’s a classic. Are you feeling any better?” “a little bit, yeah. thanks, t, i needed that.” “Anything for you, my love.” she brought his mandible up for a kiss on the teeth. “I love you, Sans.” Sans was mildly surprised, but returned it.

“i love you, too, tori.”

[slusheeduck]

Actual Human Disasters Chris and Vitya

Or, “The Real Reason Why Viktor Nikiforov cut his hair”

A sort-of companion to this story.

~

Once upon a time, after an eventful post-GPF bender...

"Just...let me give it one more try..."

"OW! Дерьмо́!" Viktor hissed, then glared up at Chris. "Be gentle!"

"J'essaie, Vitya! Just..."

Another tug and another Russian expletive. Finally, Viktor shook his head before letting it fall back against the doorframe.

"Chris...it's over. Just..." He shut his eyes, tears already beginning to tremble at the edge of his lashes. "Just leave me to die." He looked up at Chris with wet eyes, gripping his hands tightly. "до свидания, mon ami."

"No. I'll save you. I promise." Chris' own eyes filled with tears as he met Viktor's gaze fiercely. He pulled his hands away to push his hair back as he glared at the bathroom door. Somehow, Viktor's beautiful, waist-length hair—his pride and joy—had gotten caught in the door. They had been here for nearly an hour now, trying to tug it out, but to no avail. Viktor was held prisoner by this terrible, awful, impenetrable door. They were out of options.

Well...there was one...

"No!" Viktor shrieked the moment Chris mentioned it. "Chris, you can't! You can't! I'll die!"

"You're not Raiponce, Vitya." Chris blinked. "Is that how it happened? She dies when her hair's cut, right?"

"Nooonononono. Non. Нет нет нет." The tears were out full-force now, dripping down Viktor's cheeks as he gasped for air. "рыбка, non. If you love me, you won't do this to me."

"Shhhh. Chut chut." Chris cupped Viktor's face, tilting it to meet his eyes. "Listen to me. Listen. We need to free you. I won't let you die here." He swallowed. "It'll hurt but we need to do it, Vitya. There's no other way."

A full sob ripped from Viktor's throat. "B-but...But Chris. I won't..." He hiccoughed and wiped his nose; goddamn, even when he was ugly crying he was beautiful. "I won't b-be pretty anymore!"

Chris gasped, and his grip on Viktor's face tightened. "You listen to me, Viktor Nikiforov. You don't need your hair to be pretty. You..." Oh, now he was crying too. "Y-you are the prettiest skater in the world."

Another wave of tears erupted. "N-no! That's you, Chris. You...you don't need pretty hair to be pretty!" Now he was gripping Chris' face as well. "Yo-you look like an angel! With your big зеленые глаза and the lashes and your perfect li-lips..." Viktor's hands wandered, squishing Chris' cheeks and lips. "I just have my hair!"

"Viktor Nikiforov. I promise. You will be just as beau with short hair as long hair. You have to believe me. Ouais?"

Viktor stared at him for a long moment, tears still leaking from his eyes. Finally, he swallowed. "Ou-ouais."

Chris nodded. "I'm gonna...I've got scissors in my bag. Stay here." He turned, then grabbed a nearby half-full bottle of vodka and handed it to Viktor. "Take a few drinks of this. It'll calm you down. It's just like...just like a bandage, d'accord?"

Viktor sniffled and nodded as he uncorked the bottle. As he gulped down a few drinks, Chris dug in his bag.

Oh, merde. All he had were eyebrow scissors. Ben, il se rendrait. Viktor's life depended on it, and he wasn't going to let a shitty pair of scissors stop him from saving his best friend.

Viktor whimpered as Chris came back, shaking his head pathetically.

"Shhhh, Vitya. It'll be over soon," Chris assured, kissing the top of his head. Viktor swallowed and held out a hand.

"Please, рыбка. I need you to hold my hand through this. S'il te plait."

"I can't cut your hair if I'm holding your hand." When Viktor whimpered again, Chris stuck out his leg. "Here, hold that."

Viktor's hand wrapped tightly around his calf in reply.

"Okay, Vitya. Be brave. It'll be over soon."

Viktor sucked in a deep breath and squeezed Chris' calf. Then, carefully, Chris began to snip away.

The scissors really were terrible, but luckily Viktor's hair was terrifically fine. So it didn't take too terribly long for Chris to hack through it. And, finally, after what felt like an eternity, Viktor was finally able to pull his head away from the door. He collapsed against Chris with an exhausted sob, and not two minutes later was passed out against him.

Chris let out a sigh and fell back on the floor, hugging Viktor to him. They truly were heroes in this moment, going through hell and coming out alive. He stroked Viktor's mangled hair for a moment, then felt the sweet embrace of a well-deserved sleep.

~

Chris' head pounded. His back hurt from sleeping on the floor, and his limbs were tangled around a mostly-naked Viktor Nikiforov. Typically, that meant they'd had a really, really good night.

Ah, but now it was time for the second half of their annual bender—where they huddled under the covers and sipped on Bloody Marys and tea until their coaches yelled at them to get to the damn airport before they missed the plane.

Deciding to see what the damage was from the night before, Chris hesitantly peeked an eye open. Viktor's face, of course, was the first thing he saw—his nose was red and his eyes were puffy (though through whatever black magic coursed through Viktor Nikiforov, he still looked breathtaking); they must have caught a particularly romantic movie last night. He pulled his head up to look over themselves for any new tattoos or piercings.

He couldn't stop the yelp as he saw the mess on top of Viktor's head.

"Mm, shhh." Viktor's hand waved toward Chris to quiet him. Chris, meanwhile, sat in quiet horror, hand pressed to his mouth. Viktor's hair—his beautiful, beautiful hair, his pride and joy—was a horrid, choppy mess. Some chunks grazed his cheekbones, other pieces nearly reached his shoulder. What had happened? What monster would do this to his precious, sweet Vitya?

Chris's eyes drifted over to a pair of eyebrow scissors beside him. His eyebrow scissors.

But...but he wouldn't! He would never do that to Viktor! Unless...some jealous rage had taken over last night? But what could he be jealous of? Yes, Viktor was a beautiful elven prince from a fairy tale and yes, he'd won gold at the GPF the night before...

That was it. He must have been so jealous of Viktor's hundredth win that he'd cut Viktor's hair.

Drunk Chris was a monster.

Viktor stirred beside him, groaning. "Mm...Я чувствую себя говно..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He pushed himself up and looked around. "Wow, three vodkas, one cognac...how much wine do you think we had? What a night."

Chris stayed frozen in place. Maybe Viktor wouldn't notice. He turned to Chris and smiled.

"Just the two of us in the room, though, so I guess we didn't get into too much trouble." He pushed his hands through his hair to comb through it.

Chris felt his soul fly right out of his body as he watched Viktor freeze. He pulled his hands away from the mess and stared up at Chris with wide, blue eyes.

"What...happened to my hair?"

The dam broke. "I don't know! I can't remember! But Vitya, I am so, so sorry. I mean, I don't know qui a came out but you know I can be a completement different person when I drink and I never, ever thought I would..."

"You did this?" Viktor's voice was a whisper.

Chris' heart shattered, and he swallowed as he gestured to the eyebrow scissors. "Please, Viktor. I don't...Je ne me souviens rien. Прости меня, Пожалуйста!"

With this last exclamation, Chris threw himself at Viktor. After a too-long moment, Viktor tightly wrapped his arms around him.

"Of course I forgive you," he whispered. "I...I don't know why you did this. But...but it's not you, Chris. I know you better than that."

Chris let out a shuddering breath, tucking his head against Viktor's neck. Viktor's shoulders shook. Was he crying? He peeked up.

Oh, no, he was about to throw up.

Chris abruptly pulled away, and Viktor stumbled up to his feet, lunging forward to open the bathroom door.

The whole world stopped, for a moment, as two feet of beautiful silver hair easily fell from between the door and the doorframe.

Oh. So that's what happened.

As Viktor puked in the bathroom—from a combination of stress and downing at least half of his body weight in alcohol the night before—Chris pulled out his phone to make an emergency call to a stylist he knew in the area. No, the appointment wasn't for him, funny story actually...

~

The story that Viktor gave everyone—Yuuri included—was that he was trying to shed his old image. The haircut was a change of pace. It surprised the audience, and of course everyone knew that Viktor lived to surprise the audience. Yes, he missed his long hair. But he'd always been taught to never look back on the past.

Chris was the only one who knew the truth. And, excellent friend that he was, he would take it straight to the grave.

Translations:

Дерьмо́ - Shit!

J’essaie - I’m trying

“до свидания, mon ami - Goodbye, my friend 

Raiponce - Rapunzel

рыбка - little fish 

Chut - Shush

зеленые глаза - green eyes  

Ouais - yeah

D’accord - okay

Ben, il se rendrait - Well, he’d manage. 

S’il te plait - Please

Я чувствую себя говно - I feel like shit  

qui a - who had

completement - completely

Je ne me souviens rien. - I don’t remember anything 

Прости меня, Пожалуйста! - Please forgive me!

[ticklygiggles]

Deals

A/N: Aaaaah I’m sorry this took me ages dear but I hope you really enjoy it! Oh boy I don’t remember for what number thing was this but I do remember one sentence was “Don’t touch me” ^^;;; Thank you for sending it and you never bother me, @aaakutagawa !!

Summary: Akutagawa Ryunosuke is full of surprises.

“Don’t touch me”, AkuAtsu

Words: 1,357 (under the cut)

Atsushi quirked an eyebrow as he looked at Akutagawa’s face. His pale cheeks were covered in a lovely crimson, he was averting Atsushi’s eyes, frowning and looking at the side as he awkwardly rocked on his feet. He had his arms behind his back and soft summery breeze waved his messy hair softly, his face slighty dirty after the mission he just had less than 30 minutes ago

He spent, well, 30 minutes, looking for Atsushi as soon as he finished his work. His heartbeat was racing like crazy and he wanted to belive it was because of all the hustle and bustle he had before finding Atsushi, but his heart wasn’t crazy because of that, but because this person with that crazy eye color.

“Are you… going to hit me?”, Akutagawa jumps and growls, straightening his back a little and, finally, throwing a little red package right into Atsushi’s face… with a little too much force, making Atsushi cry in pain as he cought the little box after it landed on his nose. “Wha- what is this?”, he asked, staring at the box.

“Just opened it, dammit!”, Atsushi was as bit afraid of actually opening the box. Why was Akutagawa acting like this? Regardless of his nervousness, he finally opens the box and his eyes widen when he sees what’s inside.

“Ch-chocolate?”, he looks up at Akutagawa with a big smile, his eyes shining excitedly, making the colors look more bright and vibrant. His cheeks were slightly blushed, in comparation with Akutagawa’s, of course, because his face recembled a very red strawberry. “Are they for me?”

“Of course they are, you stupid tiger!”, he says, (more like yells), as he walks closer to Atsushi. “Why would you think I would throw them at you if they were for someone else?! Are you stupid or wh- don’t touch me”, he stops on his tracks as soon as he feels Atsushi’s warm hand cupping his cheek. “What are you doing?!”

Atsushi smiles fondly at him, their faces too close, noses almost touching as Atsushi rubs his thumb over Akutagawa’s cheekbone.

“Thank you, Akutagawa, I love them. I can’t wait to eat them”, Akutagawa lost his breath, looking at Atsushi’s face, his mouth hung open and his eyes widening as he stared at his lover. “Are you okay?”, he kept carressing Akutagawa’s cheek and lightly tapped his fingers on the side of Akutagawa’s neck.

The two of them were surprised when Akutagawa squeaked, jumping away from the touch. They stared at each other and Akutagawa’s cheeks started to heat up again as he saw a little smirk taking place on Atsushi’s mouth.

“No! Nononono. No”, he tried to run out and leave Atsushi there by the river, but Atsushi wrapped his arm around Akutagawa’s waist, putting his chocolate box at the side as he pinned his always angry boyfriend into the grass, straddling his hips. “Atsushi!”, he gasps.

Akutagawa knew he could blow Atsushi off of him with just one movement and he knows Atsushi knows, so the reason why he was giggling like a kid as Atsushi plafully wiggled his fingers right under his chin, was a mystery for the both of them

“I didn’t know you were ticklish?”, Akutagawa squeaked, scrunching up his shoulders, snorty giggles filling the air as Atsushi softly digged his fingers all over Akutagawa’s sensitive neck.

“I am nohohot!”, he throws his head back as Atsushi wiggles his fingers on the nape of Akutagawa’s neck. “Why are you doing thihis?!”, he desperately tried to push Atsushi off of him, and placing his hands on Atsushi’s waist, he squeezed, making him let out a surprised giggled.

“Oh, you’re in, Akutagawa”, he grabbed Akutagawa’s hands and tuck them under his knees. His fingers quickly flying up to claw at his lover’s ribs, making him shriek with laughter. “And why, you ask? First because I wanted to make sure you were, in fact, ticklish, but now it’s because you dare to tickle me back!”, Akutagawa blushed, wondering how, from all things possible to happen, actually had to happen this one.

“No!”, he arched his back, exploding into loud belly laughs when Atsushi found this very ticklish spot at the side of his ribs, he tried to clamp his arms to his sides, but he just couldn’t put them out from under Atsushi’s knees. “Plehehease no!”

“Wow, Akutagawa you’re really ticklish! Why didn’t you tell me before?”, Akutagawa shook his head, laughing loudly as Atsushi kept finding all of his weakest spots: his ribs, his hips, the sides of his belly and his ears, (nibbling was very effective on that spot).

However, Atsushi found Akutagawa’s thighs his favorite spot, as he kept tickling him there until Akutagawa was laughing desperately and hysterically, kicking his legs and trying to get away from the devious fingers digging on the fleshy parts of his inner thighs.

“Fuck, Atsushi! I’m sohohorry!”, Akutagawa begs, barely able to form any coherent words as he laughs and squirms as much as he can. Atsushi smirks, not believing his ears and he can’t help but tease.

“What? A little tickling on the thighs is enough to have the great and badass Akutagawa Ryunosuke begging for mercy?”, he gasps, faking surprise, his fingers crawling down towards Akutagawa’s hips, making him flinch and cringe and laugh, gasping in between.

“Yes! Fuckin- yes!”, Akutagawa admits, his voice hoarse as he tries his best to become less ticklish, but he finds that impossible, of course. “I’ll do anythihihing!”, Atsushi beams

“Anything?”, Akutagawa’s nods, barking more laughter as Atsushi digs his fingers on his belly. “You’ll let me kiss you and nuzzle you whenever I want to?”, Akutagawa nods again, arching his back when Atsushi starts to claw his fingers up his ribs. “And you’ll not complain?”, he shakes his head. “Aaaaand… you’ll buy me another box of chocolate?”, Akutagawa screams when Atsushi dipped his fingers into the warmth of his underarms, wiggling them and digging right in the center.

“Yes! Yehehes! Plea-”, and he’s finally shaking with silent laughter, his mouth open wide into a goofy and forced smile, his eyes closed shut, his forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat and his whole face and neck flushing a few shades of red.

Atsushi stops right away and he giggles, sending a quick glance to his side to make sure his present was still there, once he saw it, he reached for his back pocket and got a tissue to clean up Akutagawa’s forehead as he keeps shaking with residual giggles and his body heaves with soft pants.

“You’re ruthless”, Akutagawa declares with a sigh and Atsushi giggles again

“Are you okay? I can’t helped, though. It’s very rare when you actually laugh so I have to take all the opportunities”, Akutagawa growled and wanted to moved his sore arms. “Oh, sorry!”, Atsushi lifted his knees a little and Akutagawa pulled his hands out, covering his still tingling body.

“Akutagawa”, he hums in response. “Kiss me”

“No”, he answers without hesitation.

“Wh-what?! But you just said-

“You said ‘you’ll let me kiss you and nuzzle you whenever I want to’”, he says quoting Atsushi. “You never said I’ll have to do it”

Atsushi opens his mouth in shock as he squinted his eyes, and when he catches the glimpse of a smirk taking place on Akuatagwa’s lips, his fingers are back on his body, evoking his laughter once again

“No! Not fahahair!”, Akutagawa laughs again, trying to escape from Atsushi’s playful torture.

“Well, I didn’t exactly said that I would not tickle you even if you agreed to that, did I?”, Akutagawa shrieks and he’s ready to beg all over again as Atsushi merciless wiggles and digs his fingers all over his upperbody and thighs. “Besides, you seem like having fun~”, Atsushi did notice the new blush spreading on Akutagawa’s cheeks and he didn’t need another word to keep reducing his stoic boyfriend into a laughing mess.

He just hoped his chocolate didn’t melt under the warm sun hovering over them, bit if it did it’d be alright, Akutagawa agreed to buy him more after all, didn’t he?