#I cheered like a maniac when she punched him across the room

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Rory: Gaslights Lydia repeatedly, proposes to her AT HER FATHER’S FUNERAL, wants her to marry him in TWO DAYS, pressures/guilts her into saying yes, invites a shit-ton of influencers when she insisted on it being a small, private affair, and admits that he never believed in her or loved her for herself, just her bank account.

Me:

[btsinwonderland]

A Drop of Poison - Ch. 11: Confused

A Loki fanfiction!

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He stared at you and put a hand to your chin. “You are so beautiful,” he said.

You blushed and moved your face close to his, much braver than you really were, since you knew it was a dream. His gaze bore through yours and he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to yours. Unbidden, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. It was a feeling of complete ecstasy. Though, you felt strangely weighted on one side of your body than the other and you did not know why. You brushed that thought aside and continued to kiss Loki. His lips were so smooth it drove you mad.

“Oh, Loki,” you said, licking across his lips.

“Had I known you would be this...zealous in the morning, I might have had you here sooner,” his voice was a low purr.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked into his wide blues. Oh no. Oh god. Your stomach dropped as you rubbed your lips together and felt wetness...his saliva. Your professor’s saliva.

You launched yourself away from him so hard that you fell off the bed in a pile of sheets and a pillow you tried grabbing onto.

Professor Laufeyson’s dark head peeked over the side of the bed, eyebrows raised. “Are you alright Miss Eves?”

You felt for your clothes, relieved to feel them there and that you had not stripped them off in the middle of the night like a lust driven maniac. The desire to disappear into the ground occurred, but you forced yourself to raise your eyes and look up at him. “Professor, I am so sorry, I-I thought it was a dream.”

He rolled over onto his stomach and rested his head in his hands with a smirk. “And what, pray tell, would you be dreaming about, Miss Eves?” He said with an eyebrow raised as he looked down at your body. You felt yourself grow self-conscious and lifted the sheet closer to you even though you were clothed. He had never looked at you like that before. There was a mischievous gleam in his gaze that made you feel like you were the only interesting thing in the room. And that was a dangerous notion.

You glanced at his side where the wound was. The bandages. “How are you feeling?”

He looked down at himself and lightly grazed the spot. “Well, it seems you picked the right potion, since I have not grown any vestigial organs,” he looked back at you and smiled. “You saved my life, Miss Eves.”

You looked away from his intense gaze. “T-thank you for coming to get me back there. You saved my life too.” Then a thought popped into your mind. You cocked your head to the side. “If you could apparate us out of there, why did you wait until Fenris recovered? Why didn’t you get us out of there right away?” You looked at him and he smiled wider, like a cat caught with a canary in its mouth.

Your butterflies withered away in anger. “You didn’t come for me. You went to look for Fenris to find the Tesseract!”

He got off the bed and circled his hands in the air. The sheets levitated off of you and neatly reassembled themselves atop the bed. “I saw students go where they ought not to be, so I did my duty as a professor. Then, there was an opportunity so -”

“An opportunity?” You said, indignant. “Before or after I get eaten by the beast?”

He stopped arranging his bed and walked around it, towards you. “Come off the floor, love.”

You refused to take his hand, but you sat on the bed beside him, crossing your arms.

He smiled at your movements in the sort of way that could disarm you completely, but you held strong against his charms. He reached out to your face and moved a stray lock of hair away. His fingers lingered there, and he caressed your cheek. “I would not let anything happen to you. In all honesty, I had not planned to face the creature this early, but I went into the forest because of you.”

The butterflies came back slowly, one at a time, filling your stomach with a steady mixture of happiness and fear. “So, you will go after Fenris again? Even though you nearly died this time?”

Professor Laufeyson lowered his hand and took a breath. He looked away from you for a moment, and you thought you saw a look of forlorn on his face. “Yes I will, but,” he said, turning back to you, “it will be on the coldest night of winter, for that is apparent when he is at his weakest.”

Your eyes lit up. “So that’s at least two months from now!” I can still save him.

Professor Laufeyson chuckled at your excitement. Then his gaze darkened as he looked at you with that look in his eyes that made your heart leap into your throat. He leaned towards you and spoke in your ear. “Now, what shall I do to bide my time?” His voice was low and husky.

You felt your nipples harden underneath your shirt and reflexively leaned into his body as he placed one gentle kiss on your neck. Then, as soon as you felt him, he was gone, and you nearly fell back onto the bed. You looked up, confused to see him standing at the end of the bed, with a wide grin.

“As your professor, Miss Eves, it is my duty to reprimand you for breaking the rules. I will speak with the head of your house, Professor Bjorn, regarding your...punishment. For now, minus thirty points for Hufflepuff.”

You scoffed. “What?”

His eyes glinted dangerously. “Did you really think I would let you run free when you nearly killed yourself and endangered two other students? There are no favourites to be played here, Miss Eves, if that’s what you were thinking.” His gaze lowered and though his words were completely proper, the low tone of his voice and the intensity of his gaze seemed to say something else entirely. Just wait and see, he seemed to say. “I’ll put in a good word with the Headmistress not to expel you and your friends, since you did manage to save the boy.” He actually winked at you and gestured to the door for you to leave. “You may want to visit your friends in the infirmary. I’m sure they’ll be worried sick.”

Still in shock about the drastic change of tone, you got up and walked to the door. You looked back, wondering what happened, or if you had done something to elicit the change. When you looked back at him, he was occupied with arranging his wardrobe for the day, not even looking at you.

Your heart sank a little, but you left without another word.

***

After a long warm shower, and a change of clothes, you felt a bit like yourself again. Your black pleated skirt hung crisply over your thighs and you adored the feeling of putting on fresh black knee-high socks. You sighed with a comforted relief. Your hair was damp, clean and smelled subtly of roses.

You tried to avoid thinking about Professor Laufeyson and failed miserably. It was the thought of being suspended that lingered in your brain. What if he could not convince Headmistress Frigga not to expel you? It was not as if he curried much favour with anyone at the school.

Then there was his strange behaviour. Was it because you accidentally kissed him? Oh, what a fool! How incredibly inappropriate. You berated yourself, though a small part of you, the evil hedonistic part, cheered you on grandly. For a brief moment, you thought he had enjoyed himself...just a little? Though, he was the type of person who always seemed to enjoy themselves, whether or not they really did. Professor Laufeyson could put on whatever emotion he wanted like a second skin, regardless of what he felt underneath.

An annoyed huff escaped your lips as you passed the halls and walked to the infirmary.

“You lying, cheating scum!”

Turning around, you saw a livid Valkyrie stalk towards you as if she might attack. Oh dear, she looked terribly angry.

You raised your hands up in defense. “Listen-”

“Oh, don’t you ‘listen’ me! I can’t believe you went off to the Forbidden Forest and nearly got yourself killed without me!” She looked genuinely hurt, though you burst into laughter.

“I-I’m sorry, you were injured, and I didn’t want to put you in danger!” you said, and she punched you in the arm. “Ow! I’m quite bruised I’ll have you know,” you said, frowning.

“Oh sod off, you seem well enough...but I am proud of you,” she said, linking her arm through yours with a grumble.

You glanced at her with a grateful smile. The best thing about Valkyrie was that she never stayed mad for long, though it happened frequently.

“You saved the kid, and I’m bloody jealous! You’re gonna ruin Gryffindor’s reputation with that attitude,” she said, elbowing you gently.

Both of you laughed and headed towards the infirmary. You were cut off when you saw Headmistress Frigga along with several other teachers waiting for you.

“I see you’re well,” Headmistress Frigga said, looking down at you. A twinkle remained in her eyes and you could not tell whether she was angry or impressed.

Beside her stood Professor Sif, Bjorn, Heimdall, Fandral, and Hogun. Professor Sif looked angry as ever and threw you and Valkyrie a poisonous gaze. Professor Bjorn stood off to the side, holding his hand stiffly in his pocket as if were trying to concentrate on staying absolutely still. Professor Heimdall looked through you with disappointment, and that was what initially soured your laughter right away. Fandral and Hogun looked stern, though they regarded you with a sympathetic smile.

You hung your head and let go of Valkyrie, who whispered “good luck”.

“Can I see them?” you said.

“Absolutely not!” Professor Sif spat.

Headmistress Frigga chuckled. “Now, now, Professor Sif, I think that she deserves to check in on her friends. Pom has been asking about you all morning.”

She led you to the main room where several of those students who suffered injuries from the bird attack during the Quidditch game laid in bed. Though the room felt smaller than the last time you were there visiting Valkyrie.

There was Pom, sitting in a chair beside her brother, who laid in bed with a large bandage on the side of his body. There was a space where his arm should have been and your heart twinged for him. You had not heard of any spell or potion that could regenerate an entire limb.

“Freya!” Pom said, her eyes lighting up when she saw you. She jumped off her chair and ran to embrace you.

You smiled and hugged her back tightly. “I’m so glad he’s alright,” you said.

Pom stepped towards her brother, who was sleeping, and brushed his hand. “He’s alive because of you, and I don't know how we could ever repay you.” She looked back at you with tears in her eyes.

“He’s alive, and that’s all that matters,” you said, smiling at Pom.

Headmistress Frigga stood to the side, waiting for you. You turned to her and pleaded, “please don’t punish them. I made Mo and Pom come with me. It was all my fault.”

Pom was beginning to protest, but you cut her off with a look.

The Headmistress smiled at you with a knowing expression. “Come, Freya.” She led you away from the bed and towards the infirmary exit where the others were. “What you did some might consider foolish,” she said, hands clasped behind her back.

You looked at the floor as you walked.

“But others may call it brave.”

You glanced at her and she looked at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “I cannot condone your behavior, Freya, but you did manage to rescue Ken Clemmens. I don’t think he would have survived another day alone had you not found him. Fifty points shall be awarded to Hufflepuff for your bravery.”

As you entered the hallway where the professors stood, a small smile reached your lips at Headmistress Frigga’s generosity. A glare from Professor Sif wiped the smile off your face as you awaited your punishment. But you felt a little lighter knowing you would not be expelled.

“Well, it seems we have some punishments to dole out, don’t we?” Headmistress Frigga said. “Miss Clemmens will be assisting Professor Fandral for detention for the rest of the term, while Mister Darwish will assist Professor Hogun in the gardens. As for you, Miss Eves, you will be assisting Professor Sif this week with events preparation. The Halloween Ball was set to be cancelled. However, I believe it is a time to celebrate, now that we have our missing student alive and well.”

You lightened a little more at your punishment, though you were not excited to spend any more time with Sif. The Halloween Ball was something you and Valkyrie looked forward to every year.

“And, for the rest of the term, Miss Eves will assist Professor Laufeyson for detention,” the Headmistress announced.

You felt your stomach drop. “Excuse me, madame?”

Professor Fandral saw the terror on your face and said to the Headmistress, “Are you sure? She can assist me with Miss Clemmens if she would like.”

Professor Bjorn coughed and said in his raspy voice, “or she can assist me, out in the fields. I got flobberworms eatin’ all the cabbages.”

Your stomach twisted at the thought of detention with Professor Laufeyson, though not all of it was dread.

Professor Sif grumbled. “Nobody switches detention. What, Miss Eves, are you scared of our new Potions master?” She said with a vicious smile and a raised brow.

A sudden flash of jealousy hit you when you realized Professor Sif must have been thinking of the night she and Professor Laufeyson had...relations. You raised your eyes to face her. “No, I am not.”

“Lovely!” Headmistress Frigga said with a clap of her hands. “Then let us embark on the month of October with raised spirits, and a better inclination to follow the rules, hm?” Headmistress Frigga said, adding the last bit in a lower tone for you.

You nodded as your stomach was once again home to thousands of butterflies just wondering what in all hell Professor Laufeyson would do with you in detention.

[dccomicsimagines]

Spilled Coffee - Wally West x Reader

Requested by Anon -  Impulse accidentally knocks a girl over while running only for Wally to fall for her when he stops and helps her up and then tries his hardest to find her when he's not in uniform?

***

You shuffled out your front door and down the driveway. A warm cup of fresh coffee in your hand, filling your nose with it’s lovely, wide wake scent. Your overnight Amazon order had just been delivered, but the deliveryman left it at the end of the driveway. Personally, you didn’t see why they couldn’t at least leave it by the front door. 

Taking a long sip from your cup, you bent down to pick up the package. You straightened before a car honk shattered the peaceful quiet of the day. A bright yellow and blue car sped down the street. “Come get me, Flash Boys,” a man in an orange and blue costume and a mask shouted out the window. The car skid into the turn, running into a few garbage cans on the way. 

You jumped slightly before carefully steady your coffee. “Maniac.” You tucked your package under your arm and turned to go back to your house. However, after your first step, a gust of wind hit you. It was so powerful, you lost your balance and crashed hard onto the pavement. 

Your coffee splashed onto you, burning your skin. “Shit.” You checked the package, which you landed on. It didn’t look damaged. 

“Sorry about him. He never looks where he’s going,” a voice said. You looked up, wide eyed at the hand offered out to you. “Did that coffee burn you?” 

“A bit.” You took the hand and got to your feet. “I didn’t break the cup at least.” Your body ached from the impact. You’ll have bruises tonight for sure. It took a moment before you noticed the red and yellow suit on the owner of the hand. “Is it Halloween?” 

The red headed man chuckled. “No, I’m Kid Flash.” You stared at him blankly. “A superhero.” 

“Oh, that’s why you’re wearing that?” You shook your head. “Well, thanks for helping me up.” You started toward your house with a limp. “Better go stop that guy.” 

Kid Flash was still standing where you left him when you reached your front door. You raised an eyebrow at him. Suddenly, he shifted before disappearing in a flash. You sighed. “What a crazy day,” you mumbled, going inside to change out of your coffee stained clothes. 

***

“Where were you?”  Bart asked as he finished deconstructing Trickster's car, leaving Trickster in a state of shock. He sat on his car seat with a loose steering wheel in his hand.  He threw the steering wheel with a scream of frustration. 

“You knocked over a civilian.” Wally zoomed to tie up Trickster with a piece of extension cord. “I stopped to help.” 

Bart shrugged. “Oops. Were they feeling the mode?” 

“Yeah, but then they didn’t know who I was.” Wally stopped next to Bart. 

Trickster laughed. “Not everybody knows you, Flash Boy. They only know the Flash.” 

The cops pulled up. “Let’s go.” Bart elbowed Wally before dashing off. Wally sighed, following him. They both rushed out of their suits and into civvies. “Do you think we missed the surprise part of the party?” 

“No, Uncle Barry is supposed to pick her up from work at five. He’s always late, so we should be good,” Wally chuckled as they both zoomed through the backdoor. Joan jumped, almost dropping the cake in surprise. Wally quickly caught it. “Sorry.” 

“Boys.” Joan shook her head. “You almost missed it. Barry just texted that they were on their way home.” She took the cake back and glared at Bart in warning when he tried to steal some frosting. “Bartholomew, snack on something else.” 

Bart blushed and zoomed off into the living room to find snacks. “Do you think it’s weird that someone doesn’t know who Kid Flash is?” Wally asked, crossing his arms. It bugged him. He used to hate it when he got called Speedy or Mini-Flash, but for someone to not even recognize him. You lived in Central City. How could you not know who he was?

“No.” Joan took the cake into the living room. Wally trailed behind her. “Not everyone is so into superheroes to know all your names.” 

“But she lives in Central City? It’s our city,” Wally exclaimed. Mary came over and started to smooth out Wally’s hair. “Mom, stop it.” 

“I don’t know why you can’t run a comb through your hair once and a while.” Mary shook her head. 

Rudy clapped a hand on Wally’s shoulder. “Listen to your mother.” 

Wally sighed. “But the entirety of Central City knows the Flash, thus they know Kid Flash. I mean it makes sense if no one knows who Bart is.” 

“Ouch.” Bart pouted, eating a bag of Chicken Whizees. “I’m so crash they don’t have to know my name is Impulse.”  

“They’re here, everyone quiet and hide,” Jay said, turning off the lights. Wally got pushed down by his dad. He grumbled, still obsessed with the idea you didn’t know who Kid Flash was. 

***

“How does someone who lives in Central City not know who Kid Flash is?!” Wally said for the hundredth time that week. Dick rolled his eyes. 

“Can you give it a rest? Who cares if she doesn’t know who Kid Flash was?” Dick landed a punch on a robber. Wally and Dick were having guys’ night out only to find robbery in progress.  

Wally zoomed around another robber so fast that he got disoriented enough to back up and fall into the nearby trash can. “I care.” Wally stopped beside Dick once all the robbers were down. 

“Cops are on their way. Let’s go.” Dick climbed out the window and landed on the street below. Wally dashed down the stairs and out the front door to join him. They both walked down the street, heading toward the new club they decided to check out. “You need to get turbed, dude. I mean we’re on a covert ops team. No one is supposed to know who we are.” 

“People know who Robin is.” Wally threw his arms in the air. “There was even posters made of us. Remember Gar had them in his room.” 

Dick stared at him blankly. “Walls, not everyone is obsessed with superheroes.” 

“So? I mean it’s like not knowing who the president is.” Wally kicked a beer can down the sidewalk before picking it up and tossing it in a garbage can. 

“There are a lot of people who prefer not to know who the president is.” Dick laughed. They joined the line into the club. 

“What is this place anyway?” Wally tapped his foot, eyeing the bouncer somewhat nervously. 

Dick shrugged. “It’s a new club. Plays live music every night.” He bumped Wally’s arm. “I heard the band playing tonight is awesome. Barbara recommended it.” 

“Oh, Barbara recommended it?” Wally raised an eyebrow. “So is that working out for you two now?” 

Dick bit his lips to hold back a smirk. “We’re not feeling the aster yet, but it’s getting close. I think she’s going to give me a chance.” 

“Good for you, dude.” Wally smiled, bumping Dick’s arm back as they reached the front of the line. They showed their IDs to the bouncer and were let inside. The club was crowded. Dick led the way to the bar, getting two sober colas for himself and Wally. Wally took a sip of his drink and turned to look at the band as they warmed up.

Wally spit out his cola all over a few passing women. They gasped, glaring at him in disgust. “Walls, what the hell?” Dick exclaimed, flashing a smile at the women. They instantly didn’t seem so upset anymore. However, Wally’s eyes were on the stage. His heart pounding so hard, it threatened to burst from his chest.

“It’s her,” he whispered to Dick. His hand shook so bad, his cola was spilling on the floor. Dick took it from him and set it back on the bar. The bartender stared at the mess on the floor.

“Who?” Dick followed Wally’s gaze to the stage. “Which one?” 

The singer took the mike. “Hello music lovers, are you ready for Laugh Track?” they shouted. The crowd screamed in response. Wally’s eyes stayed on you as you beat the tempo of the song on your drum set before the rest of the band joined in.

“She’s the drummer.” Wally raised his voice, not taking his eyes off you. Dick chuckled, shaking his head. Wally saw how skillful you were on the drums. He moved closer to the stage. Dick followed him, wanting a closer look himself. 

Your face was a mask of intense concentration. Wally loved how confidently you played. The little smirk you got when you did your drum solo. Wally’s knees shook. He almost crumbled at the sight. In that instant, he knew you would rarely leave his thoughts again. 

“Dude, you’re drooling.” Dick pulled Wally over to sit down at an empty table. Most of the crowd was on their feet, dancing and cheering for the band. Wally still didn’t take his eyes off you. You glanced up and met his eyes for a second. Time froze, the last note of the sound hung in the air. A real smile pulled at your lips. Wally grinned back at you.

Suddenly, time sped back up. The crowd was cheering loudly as you looked away from Wally. Wally moved to go to you, but Dick grabbed his arm. “Walls, you can’t go up there.” The band started their next song.

“But...” Wally looked back at you to find you focused back on the music, drumming away expertly. “Oh my god, she looked me! She smiled at me!”

Dick shook his head. “You’re hopeless,” he sighed as Wally focused back on you. However, Dick sensed he wasn’t done hearing about you for a long time.

***

“This sucks,” Wally groaned, collapsing on the floor of Roy Harper’s new house. The original team had come by to help him move in. Artemis stepped over him. 

“You aren’t even doing anything.” Artemis rolled her eyes at him, box in hand. 

Roy set baby Lian on Wally’s chest. “Hold the baby if you aren’t going to help.” He went back out to grab more boxes. 

Kaldur and Conner came in with an armchair. “Wallace, we will step on you,” Kaldur warned . Wally sighed, scooting out of the way. Lian giggled happily, thinking it was a game. 

“I haven’t been able to find her.” Wally looked at Lian who smiled at him sweetly. “I’ve looked up her band, Laugh Track, and all I found was a website for merch.” 

“Oh, that’s why you’re wearing that.” Conner snorted, nodding at Wally’s bright colored shirt with Laugh Track spray painted across the front. 

Wally glared at him. “I think it’s romantic,” M’gann said as she floated some boxes down the hallway toward the bedrooms. 

“Or it’s creepy. You realize she’s probably going to think you’re a stalker or something.” Artemis smiled when Wally turned his glare onto her. Lian reached up to grab Wally’s bottom lip. 

Dick and Roy came in with a coffee table. “I didn’t expect Ollie to buy me so much furniture for a housewarming gift,” Roy said as they set it down against the wall so it would be out of the way. Lian saw Roy and got excited enough to wet her diaper. 

“Roy, she needs you.” Wally held her out, wrinkling his nose. 

“You’re useless,” Roy said, coming over to take Lian and going to the bathroom to change her. 

Wally groaned, bringing his knees to his chest. “I found the house where I first saw her this morning, but she’s not there anymore. I think they were renting it.” 

Dick laughed, sitting down on the armchair Conner and Kaldur just brought in. “You know I could help you find her?” Dick jumped when Wally suddenly appeared beside him.

“Really? You will?!” His body vibrated in excitement. “Because that would be crash, dude!” 

“Impulse rubbing off on him,” Conner grumbled to M’gann. M’gann kissed Conner’s cheek.

Kaldur chuckled. “Why did you wait until now to offer your assistance?” He sat down on the coffee table. Artemis came up to offer him a water bottle.

Dick snorted. “I wanted to see how long it would take him to ask.” 

“Oh, thanks for waiting, Dick, so we could all hear Wally whine and complain,” Artemis said, rolling her eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” Dick smirked at her, earning a sharp punch in the arm from Artemis. Wally sat back on the floor, lost in his excitement at finally being able to meet you as Wally West. Who cared if you didn’t know who Kid Flash was? It wasn’t like you couldn’t learn. 

“What the hell is this? I go change Lian’s diaper and you all stop.” Roy came out of the bathroom with blazing eyes. Lian laughed. Her cuteness threw off his threatening appearance. “We’re renting that moving truck by the hour.” 

“I thought Green Arrow was paying for it,” Conner said. 

Roy froze as if he suddenly remembered that little fact. “Well, in that case.” He sat down next to Kaldur and handed Lian over to M’gann. “What’s the gossip? Is Wally going bald?” 

“Hey!” Wally grabbed a throw pillow from one of the boxes and threw it at Roy’s head. “I have all my hair, thank you very much. It’s you that getting a dad bod.” More pillows were thrown, and for a day, it was almost like old times back during the first year of the team.

*** 

You sighed, picking up your book as you sat on your stool behind the drum set. The singer and the bassist were arguing again. The bassist had written a new song, and the singer was adding their own flare to it. It was a mess as usual. The keyboardist laid down to take a nap on the floor while the guitarist went outside for a smoke break.  

About a chapter or two later, they finally came to an agreement. You put your bookmark in, and picked up your drumsticks. The new song was interesting to say the least.

The club wasn’t open yet. Only the bartender and the manager were there, preparing for the night. The band decided to practice while you could since you were all playing this club for the week. It was a chance to try something new and see how the crowd responds, your manager said.

Speaking of your manager, they burst through the stage door like their pants were on fire. “Hold the practice. You need to save your energy for tonight. We got some record companies coming to listen.” 

You sighed as the band stopped mid song. “Oh my god, I have to go get my hair done,” the singer cried, knocking over their mike and going on their phone to find the closest hair salon. The keyboardist just laid back down on the floor, while the guitarist went back out for another smoke break. The bassist ran up to your manager, chatting away. 

Putting your book and drumsticks in your bag, you got up to leave. A cup of coffee would be good. You didn’t get a lot of sleep last night due to sharing a room with the guitarist who snored like a fog horn. 

You left out of the club’s back door and used your phone to find the nearest coffee shop. “Where are you going?” the guitarist asked, blowing smoke into your path. You wrinkled your nose, walking through it.

“I’m going for some coffee. Want some?” You stopped a little ways away to avoid breathing in the cigarette smoke. 

“Yeah, you know what I like.” They took out their wallet and handed you a ten. “Bring me a snack too, will ya?” 

“Sure.” You took the ten and stuffed it in your pocket. “Don’t tell everyone else. I don’t want to get five coffees again.” 

They snorted. “Yeah, I still haven’t gotten the coffee stain off my shirt yet.” The blood rushed to your face, but you laughed it off and walked out of the alley to the street.

Luckily, you found a coffee shop two blocks away. You ordered your drink first and sat down to read your book in one of the cozy armchairs. Your drink sat on the table next to you. Time slipped away from you before you heard the table fall. You jumped, protecting your book as your coffee crashed to the floor. It splashed everything. “What the hell?” 

“Sorry.” A familiar looking red headed man quickly grabbed napkins to mop up some of the mess. “I’m such a klutz.” 

“It’s okay.” A employee came over with a mop and a wash cloth. The man turned to you. Your eyes went to his t-shirt, remembering the design your band had picked out for it. “Oh, are you a fan of Laugh Track?” 

He blushed. “Yeah, I heard them play a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t get their music out of my head.” He held out his hand. “My name is Wally.” 

“(Y/N).” You gave him a tight smile and shook his hand. It felt familiar, but you didn’t know how.  “I guess I better get another coffee.”

“Oh no, I’ll buy it for you. It’s my fault.” Wally smiled and suddenly you lost yourself in his green eyes for a moment. “What’s your poison?”

You laughed, getting up with your book and bag in hand. “How about I order it while you pay?” The two of you went to the counter, chatting away like you knew each other for your entire lives. 

Meanwhile, Dick and Barbara watched from a small table in the corner. “I can’t believe he purposely spilled her coffee. That’s a sin,” Barbara whispered, giggling away.

“I know, but it broke the ice didn’t it?” Dick took a sip of Barbara’s coffee. She glared at him, but he flashed her a charming smile and the glare faded away.

“At least she didn’t think he was a stalker.” Barbara snorted, stealing a sip of Dick’s coffee in retaliation. 

“Artemis will be upset about that. She bet me twenty that Wally would get punched in the face.” Dick and Barbara watched as you and Wally sat back down with fresh coffee. Wally looked happier than he had been in a long time. Dick smiled before he turned his full attention to Barbara.

[peakascum]

Reunion

First of all, thank you so much for the feedback on my first fic! Second of all, I am still trying to make the masterlist but Ia m new to this so it will take time. In the meantime, I will put a “peakascum” tag on every imagine so you will be able to find every writing under that tag on my profile. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

Polly had smoked half a pack of cigarettes since the beginning of the family meeting. She had come in and sat at the most far out corner and stared aimlessly at the floor. Skin pale as ever, but her eyes held a whirlpool of emotions. She had a look of confusion, perhaps terror. A look the boys had only seen twice in their lives. The first time being when she bid them farewell at the train station before the war, the second time being when she learned the fate of her children. 

Tommy concluded the meeting, dismissing everyone to go about with their work and stared at her intently. “So are you going to tell me,” he paused to light his cigarette, “or am I gonna have to wait until you reach your breaking point?” Polly looked up at him and stood up, nervously fiddling with her hands. “It’s nothing Tom. Just stress.” She said, barely meeting his eyes. “Polly,” he started, clearing his throat, “we both know how you get when you bottle everything up. Now, I’m already stressed enough dividing everybody's jobs and calculating our next move. If this is about our rivals, you have nothing to worry about, but if-“ she gave him a pointed glance and said, “Oh come off it, Tom. It’s not about that. It’s- it’s silly.” The room stilled for a second. Polly kept staring at the window, building up courage, adjusting the words in her mind as to not sound completely delusional.

“I was at the market buying the essentials. Had to go all the way across town for that new tea that Ada likes- and I swear to God Thomas I am not on pills anymore- but I could've sworn I saw Martha.��� She looked up at him, the first time since the beginning of the meeting. They both chuckled at how bizarre the idea sounded. “Martha? Our John’s dead wife Martha?” He had to say it out loud. The tone in his voice acknowledging how ridiculous it sounded. “I told you it was silly.”

But it wasn’t. To them, it did sound as if Polly was back on the self medication journey she went on since almost hanging. That was years ago. Since then, John had died, Michael had come back from America, they had moved up to high society, and had struck up new rivals on various spots in England. Life had changed. Clouds no longer lingered on the streets of Birmingham, everything started to matter a little bit more. They all missed John. Polly would pray for his soul every morning and every night. She would pray for his kids, the ones Esme took, pray they were safer and that somehow she would be able to see them again. 

The next family meeting had taken place in the small room at The Garrison. It was a quick one, more so to catch up on the day’s events. Arthur had come in around, whisky glass in hand, stumbling over his words, “So Poll you seeing ghosts now, eh?” He screamed, making the whole room chuckle and look at her expectantly. “That’s enough Arthur. Just an honest mistake.” She said, a grin painting her face, yet it did not reach her eyes. She knew it was silly, but it wouldn't be the first time she had seen the departed.

Finn stood near the door, facing Arthur’s back, laughing and mocking Polly with the rest of them. “I don’t really remember Martha well, but I don’t think you're delusional aunt Poll.” He said in a confident voice.  The room kept ignoring his words, busy with roaring laughter and the sound of their aunt’s voice scolding them all. Finn kept his posture and continued, “Besides, thought I heard John’s laugh the other day,” he mumbled. The room quieted for a moment. Finn looked up realizing they heard him and continued, “but it wasn’t, eh? Obviously. I-I’m not Polly, don’t have any of that gypsy crap with me.” 

Polly, furiously but steadily, stood up, “First of all,” she said making her way over to Finn, “it is not gypsy crap or gypsy bullshit, do not disrespect your roots.” She said as she smacked him in the head. “Now look at me and tell me what you on about boy.” She grabbed his young face in her hands. “It’s nothing aunt Poll. Just like Martha. It’s nothing. Besides, it was a woman laughing Poll,” he stammered and ripped his face from her grip. Polly stared at him, then at the whole table full of very confused Shelbys. 

“I knew it. I can feel it,” she started, earning a deep glare from Tommy.

“Do not mock me. I can feel when the air shifts. I know what I saw.”

“Okay, that’s enough Poll,” said Arthur, no longer laughing. 

The Shelbys had not made another sound, looking at each other, wondering who would be the first to speak up. Their aunt’s statement had steadied them into a haunting lullaby, reminding them of the many gypsy traditions that they secretly carried with them. The good omens, the way the wind suddenly stilled into an ominous glare that same morning; and in a drastic turn of events, the way the hairs on the back of young Finn Shelby’s neck stood up at the sound of what he mistook for John’s laugh. 

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A week had passed after the eerie conversation at The Garrison. They carried on with their business, with bets and the rival gang that had pestered Tommy for months now. They were closing in around corners of Small Heath, leaving threatening notes on their doorsteps and even going as far as killing a Blinder and leaving him on the betting shop’s entrance. This caused the family to carry trinkets of good luck and repeating gypsy mantras to calm their superstitious beliefs that came with their Romanian blood.

It had all led up to the current position they all found themselves in. Thomas had a gash on his brow, causing blood to adorn his features. His gun pointing at the enemy’s face. The Weston’s were known for their brutality, even worse than a Blinders wrath. Arthur held an already dead man in his arms screaming like a maniac, threatening others who would dare come for them. Finn, Isiah, and Michael incessantly beating and battling the other men, all in a row of punches and blood and gore. A scene so obscene that would have made any person queasy. But these were no ordinary people. They were Shelbys. Polly peaked her head through the small room’s door, enough to see the violence unfold. They had been attacked by surprise at their own pub, and she feared for her nephews lives, more so now than any other time. Never taking her eyes away from the scene, she ferociously prayed for a miracle, a gift, a second chance. 

The men grabbed Thomas by his arms, dangling him whilst another pointed a gun to his face. “Mr. Shelby, always have the upper hand,” said one of them with a tantalizing smirk, “but it seems your reign is over and your crown is mine.” The men chuckled and cheered, seeing their enemy half dead in their hands. Tommy looked up and smirked, which turned into a manic laugh, making the Blinders pause their movements. “Brother?” Arthur asked, gulping at Tom’s actions. Tommy looked at them still laughing, “You think you’ll defeat me? Whenever you think you have the upper hand, I will always be one step in front of you,” he paused to spit, and continued.

“It’s my legacy, it’s my family’s legacy. And you have the nerve to barge into my territory and declare war on me?” His smile never leaving his face, blood covering his teeth. All of them looking upon him in confusion. 

The doors to The Garrison opened letting in dust and a cold wind meddle its way in. Footsteps echoed through the current silent pub. Arthur dropped the man that he held between his arms. Finn’s eyes flashed a look of confusion, recognizing the presence that made its way into the pub. Polly’s hands shook against her sides, too numb to move them. The footsteps grew louder, yet the pace never changed. Tommy looked at the men as they noticed also and chuckled, “Do you you really think I would have left my pub unsupervised for you lot to take?” 

There in the middle of the room stood a group of men led by a girl, a girl that was perhaps younger than Finn. Her dark hair gathered loosely by a ribbon, freckles adorning her face and piercing eyes that matched her posture, determined and hard. Their saving grace. Their hail Mary pass.

“Y/N?” Whispered Arthur.

In a split second the Blinders ducked behind chairs and the other side of the bar. Their guns cocked and immediately erupted in a song of metal and flesh and screams. The girl’s face never changed, her body unbothered. Each and every men dropped to their knees with multiple bullets to their bodies. 

The noise suddenly stopped. The Weston’s Leader remained standing, too embarrassed and in shock to move. Y/N made her way over and pointed her gun to his face, “Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.” immediately putting a bullet between his eyes. 

“Holy Jesus,” Polly said as she stumbled out of the room, “Y-You look just like her.”

Y/N turned around and smiled at the woman that stood there, pale as snow, as if she’d seen a ghost. “Hello aunt Poll.”

Tommy stood up with the help of a perplexed Arthur. “Who is she?”, Michael asked breaking the tension in the room. 

“I don’t think any of you remember me clearly, I was just a girl when I left.” She said, a small smile appearing on her face. “This is Y/N, John’s daughter,” piped Tommy, looking at her tenderly. 

“You weren’t delusional Polly, I just couldn't give her cover away.”

Polly made her way over to Y/N and cradled her face her hands. “I knew it,” she breathed out, “I knew it, didn't I? I knew that it wasn't a ghost. You look just like your mother.” Polly breathed out in a shaky voice causing the girl to smile widely.

“I reached out to Tommy. Wanted to be a part of the business, reunite with my family.” She said looking around the room excitedly. 

Polly took the girl in her arms, allowing herself to sob freely. The room warmed up with the Shelby’s smiles. It wasn't Martha, It wasn't John, but it was their niece. A living, breathing piece of John’s heart for them to hold and treasure. 

[lokislittlesigyn]

A Day’s Work - Pt.3

Part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: Some slight/implied language. Violence.

Summary: The Guardians of The Galaxy have been, well, guarding the galaxy on their own time. But when a handsome reward for the safe return of an Asgardian princess is released, they may get more adventure than they bargained for.

No Loki yet! Don’t worry. He’ll show up soon enough. ;)

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Sigyn pressed the other panels’ blue buttons as quickly as she could, making her way to the end of the hall. One by one, the cell doors opened, previous inmates flooding out.

The alarms blared.

"Time to go!" Rocket shot off, the other Guardians in tow.

Sigyn followed them - but noticed the panel of their cell. Stopped.

Sigyn Lokiwife of Asgard, it said. That was her name. Lokiwife.

She was married?

"Hey, princess! C'mon!" Quill yelled, ready to come back for her. She turned, snapping out of her trance-like focus on the panel. Caught up with the Guardians and stayed close to them as they ran through the ship.

"Any ideas where the armory might be?"

"How about we just ask them for directions?" Rocket snapped as a group of the bounty hunters sprung from behind a corner. Drax tackled one, Gamora running in to attack another. Rocket and Groot took another. Sigyn jumped, staying back as Peter reluctantly took the last one, socking him in the jaw. The Guardians made quick work of the bounty hunters, taking their blasters. Peter panted after the fight, holding his newly-borrowed blaster close. "About that armory..." Somehow, among the ruckus and chaos, the Guardians found the armory - more of a messy storage room, in truth - and grabbed their belongings. Sigyn stayed to the side, still mulling over the panel's words.

Wife.. Someone's wife... Did her husband miss her?

Did he love her?

Did she love him?

"You okay there, princess?" Peter glanced at her, clicking a small device to his hip. She met his gaze.

"Fine. Just ready to be out of here." She smiled weakly. “Can I help..?”

"Uhh..” He looked down at their weapons, then at Gamora, who gave him a look. Back to her. “Just stay close.”

Sigyn’s shoulder drooped.

“All right, let's haul out." He nodded to the group, grabbing his blaster. They left the armory - and were immediately met with a dozen or more bounty hunters, all guns trained on their position. Groot, seated on Rocket’s shoulder, reached over and pressed the device on Peter’s hip.

Click.

((if you want to follow along with music for the full experience, queue Take A Chance On Me - ABBA right about now ;) ))

Music began blaring from the device.

“If you change your mind, I’m the first in line!”

"You know the drill, Guardians!" Peter triggered a helmet to cover his face.

“Honey, I’m still free. Take a chance on me!”

"Hey, Drax?" Rocket grinned, "Bet'cha I can take out more of ‘em than you can!"

"Is that a challenge?" Drax pulled out dual knives. Sigyn's eyes widened and she moved closer to Quill, staying just behind him.

The Guardians charged.

They ran to the beat of the music, practically plowing through the droves of bounty hunters -  Peter leading the way. Rocket grabbed pebble-sized bits of metal from his belt, tossing them out onto enemies. With a grin, he clicked a remote - triggering colorful pink and orange explosions all around them. Several bounty hunters gagged on the colored gas. He then jumped on Drax’s shoulders, then onto more enemies, weaving among them. Groot, still clinging to his shoulder, released a fierce little battle cry.

They shot past Gamora, who impaled a hunter on her sword. He spat out blood before she tossed him away, meeting her next foe with a lethal slice across the chest. She turned, bashing the blaster of another hunter up just as he fired - hitting a wire that supported beams above, causing the heavy beam to swing down in front of them.

“Stop!” Peter slid to a halt as the beam groaned, colliding with a handful of the bounty hunters...

“Now!” he called, the Guardians hopping past the beam just before it swung back over their path.

They rounded a corner. Down the hall, another crowd of bounty hunters was advancing on them. Past their shoulders, a large, open hangar housed countless ships. In the distance, the Milano.

The door behind the hunters slammed closed.

“How many you got, Drax?” Rocket grinned, already poised to throw another round of grenades.

“Thirteen.” The giant man rolled his shoulder, brandishing his knives.

“Awh, that’s cute. Got fifteen myself-”

“I am Groot!”

“Well, we’ve got fifteen. But who’s counting?” Rocket tossed the grenades, downing a handful of hunters.

“We are!” Drax charged into the fray.

“Aren’t there more pressing matters at hand than games?” Gamora shouted, stabbing one of the hunters in the leg, then the chest.

The group made their way down the hallway, Sigyn staying close behind Peter - and dodging blaster shots from the enemies, silently lamenting her lack of a weapon. Peter shot one enemy in the neck, then grabbing his arm, swung him around and, using him as a sort of shield, shot two others. He dropped the limp body, then triggered his mask to disappear, revealing his face. He caught Gamora’s eye, giving her a cheeky wink. She rolled her eyes, but not without a small smile.

They reached the blast door.

“All right, let’s pry this sucker open.” Rocket walked over to the controls.

Immediately, Drax grabbed the door and with a roar, pried it open. The others stared at him.

“What? He said pry it open.”

Sigyn giggled slightly. “Well... He’s not wrong.”

((music ends here!))

~~~~ They made a beeline for the Milano.

"Okay, guys, let's get out of here ASAP," Peter sat in the cockpit, having just finished releasing the Milano from the various tethers that held it in place. "No telling who might show u- Awh sh-" Another large group of bounty hunters rushed into the hangar. Alarms blared louder as the Milano took off.

"They must have sensors up!" Rocket snarled when the Milano shook from the impact of a blast, "Punch it, Quill!"

Before them, the main doors to the garage were starting to close as another ship was brought in.

"Hold onto something, this is gonna be rough!" Peter slammed the shift forward. Sigyn clung to a seat, yelling along with the others and the Milano lurched, then jumped into a high-speed escape. Other, slightly smaller ships around them rose, chasing them, grappling hook-like guns loaded and ready, already shooting at the Milano.

"C'mon- C'mon! We can make it!"

“Peter, we can’t!” Gamora screamed. The ship rocked as hooks made impact, mercifully sliding off without taking hold.

“We can!”

The opening before them was getting smaller... Smaller...

Ting!

They sped through the door just in the nick of time. Behind them, explosions sounded as the enemy ships crashed into their own mothership's door - and each other.

"Ha!" Peter let out an almost maniacal burst of laughter, the rest of the Guardians cheering loudly. Even Sigyn cheered, whooping once. The Milano, still at a considerable speed, shot out into space.

"Oh, thank goodness.." Sigyn breathed, "That was- that was incredible! Is this normal for you? Escaping captors? Close calls?"

"Well, now that you ask-" Rocket started.

"Don't even, Rocket, don't even." Peter cut him off.

"What? I was just answering the lady's question." He grinned.

"No, you were definitely about to rat me out."

"Was not."

"Yes you were." Once they were out of range of the enemy ship, Peter slowed the Milano, flipping a few switches. "What's the quickest way to Asgard?"

“Ehh, there’s a few ways. You could always let me drive...”

Sigyn glanced at Peter.

Sigyn Lokiwife of Asgard. Asgard, whatever it was, must be home.

She excused herself and stepped back into the main room of the Milano, staring down at the table, arms crossed.

Would the people there hate her, if she didn't remember them, or would they understand?

Did they care for her in the first place?

She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander. Surely, there was some memory she still held, even something faint...

Asgard. What was Asgard?

She furrowed her brow. Gold. Asgard has gold. Sun. Warmth. Smile. Her heart fluttered. Something about Asgard made her feel lighter... Excited?

"Feeling overwhelmed?" Gamora walked in.

Sigyn gasped and turned to her, eyes open. She swallowed, and managed a tiny smile. "A little."

The alien walked closer, stood across from her. "I don’t blame you. Not everyone’s used to such.. Intense fights. We'll return you home safe."

Sigyn nodded, pursing her lips.. "About that, are... Look, I know you think I was given some sort of - something - to make me forget. But I can hardly remember anything about this Asgard place. I.. I’m not so sure I belong there."

"You're the princess. You belong there. And I doubt your husband would take kindly to you being away from him much longer."

"He's protective?"

"Notoriously. There’s several million units being offered for your safe return; no doubt, he had a hand in that."

So he does care about me.. Unless he's just an over-protective, overbearing jerk...

I guess we’ll see.

"You're all returning me for the sake of a reward, then?"

"Yes."

Sigyn nodded. "Well, I'd probably do the same.." Would she? "...I think."

Gamora pursed her lips slightly. "You should start remembering soon.. Even the most powerful amnesiac gases only last a few days, maybe a week at best."

"How long will it take to reach Asgard?"

"Depends on if we have to stop for fuel, or hit another detour... I'll let you know."

Gamora left, walking back to the cockpit. Sigyn took a seat and, sighing quietly, mulled over what little she could remember of her apparent home.

[notchesandbullets]

World Upside Down (Bullied!Shy!Reader x Big Brother!Dragons+Hak) Modern AU

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"Yona!!" You cried, bursting into her room with tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N?!" She hurried over to you. "What's wrong?!"

You tossed your phone to her in mortification. Her eyes widened in shock as they landed on the post. Someone had taken a picture of you doing something quirky, and posted it to social media. The comments were extremely toxic, and hundreds of people had already viewed it.

"Oh no..." Yona let your phone fall back down to the mattress, engulfing you in a hug.

You were sobbing into her shoulder, completely overwhelmed with humiliation and embarrassment. It might not seem like a very big deal to some, but to you, this felt you were exposed. Your privacy, invaded.

Yona heard the rapid footfalls of her housemates and a second later, her bedroom door was flung open again. In came five very worried, very ready to beat up anyone who made you cry, older brothers.

You couldn't calm down enough to answer their frantic questions. Zeno immediately went over to you, hugging you tightly and whispering reassuring words in your ear. Shin-ah was right behind him, placing his pet squirrel, Ao, on your shoulder. The furry creature rubbed her cheek against yours, making you let out a tearful laugh. Shin-ah and Zeno smiled softly at the sound.

Kija was wailing and crying with you, unsure of how to help, but certainly ready to be of assistance however he could. Jae-ha was braced against the wall, the farthest away from you and you reached out your arms. Silently begging for a hug.

He walked over without hesitation, dropping down beside you and embracing you closely, planting a small kiss on your hair. Hak's gaze was murderous as Yona handed him your phone. Jae-ha looked up questioningly at the younger and his body tensed in fury as Hak showed him the screen. Kija's mouth dropped open in shock that someone would say something so mean about you, then he stormed out of the room.

Jae-ha broke apart from you. Your cries had reduced to sniffles by now, and you were trying desperately to wipe away the tears that had rolled down your face. Shin-ah's lips drew back in a snarl as Hak passed your phone to him, and the only indication that Zeno was bothered was the slight darkening of his eyes.

"Oh hell no." Hak stormed past Jae-ha who didn't try to stop him, the elder even turning on his heel to follow him out. "They're going to pay."

There was a maniacal glint in Kija's eye. "No one messes with our sister." He declared.

"They better stay out of our way." Shin-ah's normally soft voice was hard with rage. Then he shrugged noncommittally. "Or not. I'll kill them either way."

Hak ordered, "Kija, bring the guns."

"Got it." The white-haired man ran to the room where they stored all of their weapons. They had a surprising surplus of them that would be alarming if you had never seen them fight before.

Hak owned a gun range, the military regularly using it for practice. You had no idea how that all came to be. There were rumors floating around that he was secretly a government operative, and in all honesty, you wouldn't be too surprised if he was.

Kija, strangely, was rather good with extendable metal claws that he had made in high school. They were crafted from steel and made to imitate the claws of a dragon. He rarely parted with them and they were his go-to weapon in a fight.

Jae-ha specialized in Capoeira, a fluid style of martial arts that used acrobatics to evade attacks while offensively utilizing kicks and punches. He was also quite skilled with knives. Scarily so. It was a good thing you weren't on his bad side, not that he would have the heart to hurt you even if you did.

Shin-ah knew swordsmanship from his adoptive father, who was also named Ao, who taught him at a young age. Zeno tended to prefer defensive tactics, but you've seen him fight offensively before and it was quite a force to be reckoned with.

Then, Hak's announcement shocked you back into reality.

"What?!"

"Yeah, Shin-ah, that sword's a good idea." The seriousness in Jae-ha's voice alarmed you.

"Now, wait a second!" You protested.

Zeno's normally cheerful personally shifted to something ferocious."We got their names right? They won't live to see another day."

Protective Zeno was surprisingly dark.

"Hang on a second!" You spread your arms in the doorway, preventing them from leaving. They could've easily all pushed past you, but they didn't. They looked down at you curiously, the blood-thirst heavy in the air. "You shouldn't kill them!!"

"Why not?" Zeno asked innocently. "They hurt our baby sister. They have to pay."

Shin-ah nodded silently, tapping the hilt of his sword against the palm of his hand threateningly. He was more than ready for them.

You sighed exasperatedly, sending a pleading look to Yona. "Can you at least convince Hak for me?" You begged.

The Thunder Beast peered closely at you. "Convince me of what?"

You threw up your hands. "This is not a good idea! What happens afterwards! They're going to come again-"

"Actually," Jae-ha stated flatly, raising a hand to interrupt you. "They won't be alive so you don't need to worry about that."

"What about how much trouble you'll get in?!" You were grasping at straws here. They really didn't seem eager to let go of their vengeance.

Kija shrugged nonchalantly. "Seems like a small price to pay for protecting you."

He had metal claws in his grip, and handed Hak several firearms.

Shin-ah nodded in agreement with his older brother. Zeno reached over, patting you on the head lightly. "If you really don't want us to, Zeno will listen! But Zeno cannot speak for the others."

You gave him a weak smile, biting your lip.

You really had no idea what to do.

Yona came over, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, then turned her burning violet gaze onto your brothers.

"Let's go."

You sputtered in surprise as they all left, and you made no motion to stop them. You sunk to the floor, with your face in your hands.

This wasn't going to end well.

It wasn't until hours later that they returned. Your worried gaze scanned them automatically for injuries, but there was no blood in sight. You breathed a sigh of relief. They were okay.

"Y/N!!" You looked up as you saw Yoon speeding towards you. He crashed into you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "Are you alright?!"

You nodded against his neck, eyes closing. It had been a while since you last saw him, he was so busy with medical school. Even though he was young, he was nothing short of a genius, and after he had run into Hak and Yona one day, your little group had taken him under your wing.

You pulled back from the hug, addressing the apprehensive group before you. "Where did you all go?"

Yona beamed brightly at you, and even Hak cracked a genuine smile, handing you back your phone. You hadn't even noticed that it was missing, too distracted by the turmoil of events that had all happened so fast.

You looked down hesitantly, but what your eyes landed on made them water with overwhelming joy.

They had gone into the city, and taken a series of pictures. Each had one word in it, with the gang all pointing to it excitedly.

They made up the sentences: Y/N's the best! We love Y/N!! There's no one like her!!

The caption made fresh tears fall down your face. You were guessing Yona had written it, but you could spot the elements of your brothers' influence in it.

"There's no one like her. She's the goofiest, most crazy, lovable, most caring, kind and faithful person anyone could ever hope to have. We're so lucky to be in her circle of friends, and we're proud of who she is!! If anyone's got a problem with that, you don't know what you're missing out on."

The comments were largely positive this time around. More people had liked the post than had seen the other video of you, and you felt like you were going to cry again. There were still some ones who didn't have anything nice to say, but you were so touched and moved by your friends that it didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Ah, damn it!" Hak tugged at his hair roughly. Kija frowned at your tears. "I knew we should've killed them instead!"

"No!" You cried out, yanking your phone back to your chest as Hak moved to grab it. "This is perfect." Your heart felt warm all over.

"Thank you." You said softly, looking down at your feet.

They all smiled fondly at you, happy that you liked their gift. Yona had to talk them all down, despite wanting to do less than ethical things to the bullies too. She was proficient in archery, and Hak was teaching you how to handle a sniper rifle.

"Come here, you rare beasts." Yoon announced, holding up several bags of groceries that you didn't notice before. "And Y/N and Yona. It's time for dinner."

Hak complained about how he wasn't a dragon, so it didn't apply to him, and Yoon promptly whacked him over the head. You giggled, and Shin-ah looked at you happily, glad to hear that sound again.

He couldn't stand the sound of you crying, he hated it more than anything else in the world. It also made Jae-ha's heart break when you were sad, especially if he couldn't do anything about it.

Whenever Hak saw you were upset, he wanted to do something immediately to fix the problem, but sometimes you just needed him to stay with you and hear you out. Zeno's presence always cheered you up and made you smile, and Kija's antics usually had the same result.

You seemed to put the negativity from this morning behind you. Smiling brightly, you followed Yoon into the kitchen as he continued to berate the self-proclaimed Thunder Beast.  The rest of them filed in eventually, Zeno ducked into his room.

"No, don't put that there!" Yoon smacked Hak's hand which was dangling a piece of carrot above the boiling water away from the pot. "Yona, wait-"

Sauce flew clear across the room, painting the wall the same shade of red as her hair. You were sitting on the counter, watching the craziness unfold with your mouth dropped open.

"Argh!" The pretty boy was starting to get fed up. "Okay, I need to cook the meat first. Jae-ha... cut that so I can season it."

The green-haired man nodded obediently but tripped over Shin-ah who was lying in the middle of the floor, causing the food in his hand to go tumbling down to the ground. Shin-ah reflexively brought his hand up to catch the falling meat, but that set off another chain reaction as Yona also dived for it. She crashed into Shin-ah and Jae-ha landed on top of her heavily.

In a second, Hak heaved Jae-ha to his feet, getting in close to his face.

"Yah!" Yoon yelled, straining to be heard above the noise. "If you're going to fight, go outside!"

Jae-ha was holding up his hands innocently, protesting against Hak's grip on the front of his shirt. He broke free, only to back away into Yoon, who was stirring the soup. The spoon he was holding clattered loudly to the tile floor.

Your eyes widened as he whipped around and everyone cringed at the anger in his eyes.

"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!"

They all scurried out, thoroughly chastised by mother. You hesitantly dropped down from the counter, making your way over the boy who was jerkily preparing the food.

"Yoon?" Your soft voice was timid and he turned around abruptly, tension easing as he saw the uncertainty swimming in your eyes.

He sighed, the sound echoing around the nearly empty kitchen. "Do you want to help?"

You nodded eagerly, lighting up at the idea. Yoon gave you a lopsided smile. "Cut the vegetables. I'll rescue the meat."

You two worked in tandem seamlessly. In no time at all, dinner was ready and Yoon was gathering the adults on the couch in the living room.

Once they were all lined up, you stifled a giggle as you noticed the varying degrees of guilt on their faces. Only Zeno was the one who looked confused as the why the boy in front of him had smoke blowing out of his ears.

"Now look here." Yoon reprimanded, jabbing a finger at the gang. "We're supposed to be cheering up Y/N because of what happened earlier today."

You stiffened, the reality of this morning's events flooding back to you and overtaking your mind. However, you could still hear Yoon as he continued his speech.

"Behave yourselves, or else," His bright blue eyes flashed in warning. "No dinner for a week."

They all bowed, "Yes, mother."

"I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!!" He shouted in annoyance.

You laughed, the dynamic would forever be something consistent for you. The bullies faded into the background as you focused on the way your brothers roughly bantered with each other, pulling Yona into the chaotic mix.

They had shown you that people will do and say whatever they wanted to, but you had people who loved you no matter what. They loved you for you, and that'll forever stay with you.

[the-septic-maniac]

Kenshiro and Sakura's Execution: Demons Vs The Warrior Cousins!

Thi is an execution for Sakura Ogami and her boyfriend/captive, Kenshiro. This is also going to include a couple of my fan kids. Happy Despairing!

Sakura and Kenshiro both woke up in a Killiesum with loud cheers of children. They looked around to see what seemed to be hundreds of kids, all wearing some sort of helmet that looked like a monokuma head. Soon, the entire room went dark and everyone went silent. A voice that sounded like a typical announcer at a fight. “Boys and Girls! Welcome to the Killiseum! Where Demons come to die! Tonight’s a special fight as it will be Demons against Demons! So let me introduce who's going to be fighting!” A light shone above them. “First, we have two of the strongest fighters, presumably known to demon kind! And they just so happen to be lovers! I welcome: Sakura Ogami and Kenshiro!” Boos came from the crowd with few cheers inbetween. “And for the ones fights on our side let me introduce you to the iconic duo, the ones who could possibly even out rank these two who their fighting. The ones who have fought of many a monokuma and joined our ranks as fighters and are semi demons! It would be my honor to introduce you to The Warrior Cousins: Evan Kuwata and Santa Nakajima!” Soon two figures emerged from the shadows. One had long hair that went from a sakura pink to white and had his hair in a messy ponytail. He had a sly, cocky look on his face. He wore a pink and green green gi with his hands having bandages on them. The other one had a green bow in her hair with it being in a ponytail as well. Her hair was dark green to a chestnut brown.The also wore a gi with the same colors but reversed. She had more of a neutral, focused look on her. Both had a strange device attached on their face like a lens that had the signature monokuma eye.

“Now that we have introduced our fighters, let us explain the rules! This is to the death! Which means that whoever loses, will be dead! There will be weapons available! Use those to your advantage, you four! Now without further a do, let the fight begun!”

A bell echoed throughout the room, signifying that their battle with the cousins had begun. They came at Sakura and Kenshiro at quick speed. They tried to move away so that they could avoid the two but Evan had appeared behind Sakura and whispered in her ear, “Hello Mother.” What? I don’t remember having a kid? Especially not with leon. Sakura’s mind swarmed with thoughts but she needed to focus at the task at hand. She begun to throw punches and kicks at Evan but very few were able to hit him. But several hits her. He was quick. If it was to really be believed than this could be her kid, but her life at the moment was at risk. Sakura and Evan danced around each other. Sakura had gained several bruises and was starting to tire out. Soon enough Evan had a familiar-looking katana in his hands. It looked to still have blood on it from when it was used to break a classmate's wrist. But it looked like it was actually sharpened instead of dull based on the fact that a lot of the gold foil was missing. “You seem to recognize this blade. It was just a blunt weapon when I found it. But now its my weapon of choice!” He struck it against Sakura’s knee and loud cracking noise echoed through out the Killiseum. Blood started to drip from her leg as he drew the blade across her leg. She stumbled and she tried to get back up again and searched for a weapon but she saw nothing good. “Going somewhere mom?” He struck again but this time on the other leg and he sliced at the knee, cutting in deep. A seering pain went up her leg as she tried to stand back up but she couldnt. “Its weird killing you but with my Father dead in a batting cage, and my aunt Kanon nowhere to be found ive gained a slight grudge against you and the rest of the survivors of that damned killing game. And santa agrees with me that we must do what we must. NOW DIE!” He drove the katana into Sakura’s chest, killing her. He digged around in her chest and pulled out her heart and showed it of to the crowd. He then crushed it inbetween his hands and went after Kenshiro who his cousin was fighting.

Kenshiro was struggling to fight aganstthe small spry girl that he stood up against. She was fast and even with little to no things to hid behind, she was sneaky as all get out. He heard her knuckles crack from behind him, and was punched at the back of his hand he stumbled but was still able to stand up. Tho his sickness was starting to get to him. Then, Evan joined the fight, with his katana on hand. Soon he was fighting alone with his partner dead on the ground, he tried to use that as motivation. But soon his sickness caught up with him and he fell to the ground, unable to get up. “I’ll let you handle this one my dear cousin” Evan said with a maniacal look on his face. “It would be my honor” santa gained a smirk unlike he’s ever seen. She soon got on top of Kenshiro and begun to strangle him with her bare hands. Kenshiro tried to push her off him but Evan sliced his elbows and knees to prevent him from thrusting his limbs around so much. Soon with a combination of his sickness and Santa strangling him he died. Santa asked for Evan’s katana. She cut open Kenshiro’s corpse and grabbed his heart and did the same thing that Evan did to it. Cheers erupted from the crowd. “Thats the end of the battle! The Warrior Cousins have won!” Evan and Santa waved to the crowd. Smirks on their face, they walked towards the exit.

Captives Execution Masterlist Execution Masterlists

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part Nine

Addict 

Anna sat Angel's phone back on the dresser and looked down at Fat Nuggets lying on the bed. She patted him on his head.

 "I'll get him back." She said. She stood up and walked out of the bedroom and continued down the hallway. As she made it to the stair case in the main lobby, she descended down them, heading towards the front door. As she reached out and grabbed the door knob a voice stopped her.

"Hey darling, where are you going?" Alastor said. Anna jumped, startled, and quickly turned around to see the radio demon standing right in front of her. She stared with wide eyes back into Alastor's red ones who were staring back at hers.

"Where did you come from?!" Anna demanded angrily, as she tried to calm her heart from beating out of her chest. Alastor made a wide grin and laughed.

"I have eyes everywhere, sweetheart!" He told her. Anna jumped back in shock as she saw multiple dark shadows come out from the dark corners of the room and surrounded themselves near the radio demon and the human. She noticed a certain shadow, that resembled Alastor, as it leaned on the demon's shoulder whispering into his ear. Anna frowned watching the two, suspiciously. Alastor's eyes widen as his shadow told him something then he turned his head back to Anna.  

"You're going to try and get disgusting wretch cause back?" Alastor questioned as he turned his head sideways, curious.

"I don't have to answer you." Anna said with her arms crossed. "Besides, it's not like you care, anyway." Anna heard a sharp static emitted from Alastor. She looked up and saw that the demon had a strange look on his face as if he was lost in his thoughts. Anna sighed and turned around opening the door.

"Don't tell Charlie or Vaggie where I went. I'll be back soon."

No, you won't, you stupid girl! You really don't know who you are going up against! Alastor wanted to shout out to stop her but something within him made him stop. That feeling again. He hated it. It made him feel weak.

Alastor gritted his teeth as he stared at the human woman with a strained smile on his face. Alastor's shadow looked at him then to the human then back at him with an suspicious look on it's face. Then it's eyes widen and grinned evilly, cackling slightly. Without looking at it, Alastor punched his shadow in the face, making it disappear.

"Okay, I'll distract the princess until you return!" Alastor grinned. As Anna was about to leave and shut the door and heard Alastor say something else.

"However, if you are in danger and in need of help, just call out my name." Alastor couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. Did he really just say that?

Anna's brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced back at the demon before shutting the door, closing it.

It seemed like hours as minute after minute ticked by, as Anna waited, waited, and waited...

 "Are you ready to raise some hell?" Anna heard someone ask. She looked up and saw a woman with a red cyclops eye with pink wild bushy untamed hair in a ponytail, and light pale skin with freckles.

"You're Cheri?" Anna asked.

 "Fuck ya, I am! I guess you're the bitch that I spoke to on the phone?" Cheri questioned as she looked up and down at Anna, eyeing her. Anna nodded. Cheri rolled her eyes and huffed.

"I don't get why Angel wasted his time helping a useless sack of meat like you." She said.

 "Should we get going? I'd like to get this done quickly." Anna replied, ignoring the demon's remark. Cheri grinned darkly and grabbed Anna's hand, dragging her like a rag doll as the two headed towards the studio. 

As the two arrived at Valentino's studio, Cheri and Anna hid near an alley watching some demon clients walking inside. There was a bouncer guarding the door as he let them in.

"How are we going to get inside?" Anna asked, worried, eyeing the bouncer.

"I can get in just fine, but you on the other hand..." Cheri murmured as she trailed off looking at Anna, with a finger on her chin, thinking. 

"What about me?" Anna asked.

"You're too clean. You need to dress a little more trashier." Cheri tells her. Anna's eyes widen in surprise. "The sluttier the better!"

"What?!" She gasped like a fish out of water. "No way!"

"This is for Angel! Do it for him!" Cheri hissed. Anna cringed. She really did not want to do this. However, Anna looked back towards the Studio. Who knows what torture he was going through in there. Anna sighed. She is going to regret this! But, for Angel...even if it was her dignity, she'll put it aside for now.

As the bouncer checked some of demons in, his eyes nearly bulged out in shock, jaw dropping slightly, seeing Cheri walked up.

"Y-You!" He sputtered. Cheri grinned and walked up to him patting the bouncer on his face.

"Won't ya be a doll and let us in?" She asked, giving a the demon a wink. He frowned.

"On no, Val's order. I'm not supposed to let YOU in." He growled and jerked his thumb. "Beat it!"

However, as the bouncer looked behind Cheri, his jaw dropped slightly seeing Anna as she walked up to them. The woman's hair was frazzled in a mess like she had gotten out of bed. She had some mascara applied to her eyes and dark eye shadow. Her shirt was ripped across her chest revealing her cleavage as the tops of her breasts perked up slightly. Lastly, her blue jeans wear ripped above her knees into a short skirt.

The bouncer eyed her up and down practically ogling her like she was candy and drooling. Anna twitched, feeling completely degraded. She walked up to the bouncer demon and laid her hand on his chest, leaning closer.

 "Hey, we're kind of in a bit of a hurry. Would ya be a pal and let us in? I'll make it worth your while!" Anna said, fluttering her eyes. 

"Right this way, ladies!" The demon gestured them inside.  

Anna yelped as she felt a hard slap on her butt as she walked past. Anna turned her head back towards the bouncer seeing him throw her a flirtatious wink.

"Call me!"

She smiled nervously and quickly followed after Cheri as they walked into the Studio. 

"Way to go, girl! He couldn't keep his eyes off you!" Cheri cheered. However, her grin slightly dropped seeing Anna barfing in a nearby trash can. She cringed with disgust as she looked away.

"Man, you're pathetic."

"I know I'm sorry." Anna moaned. Cheri sighed and walked over to her holding her hair hair up.

"I'm worried about Angel." 

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he's fine. He's tough. But, I'd be worried more worried about yourself right now." Cheri said. "What's with your hair?"

"What do you mean-" Anna reached up touching her head only to feel something protruding at the top, an ear. A deer's ear.

"Oh my god!" Anna cried in shock. 

As they entered deeper into the Studio, Anna heard loud sexy music blasting. There was a large crowd gathering near a catwalk. A couple of demons cheered and cat-called, throwing money, as they watched someone dancing on a pole. Anna advanced a little closer, pushing past some demons, to get a better look. Her eyes widen in shock, seeing that it was Angel. She turned to Cheri, only to find that the cyclops wasn't there. She had lost her in the huge crowd. 

"Psst! Angel!" Anna shouted, over the loud music blasting in the background, calling out to the spider demon. "Angel!" She waved her hands in the air to get his attention.

Angel hooked his legs as he spun around the pole, only for his eyes to be met with Anna's. He nearly slipped, losing his balance. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Angel exclaimed in disbelief. Anna climbed onto the stage, walking over to Angel grabbing his hand. A couple of demons in the crowd watched, in confusion, wondering if this was part of the show.

"We're here to get you out of here." 

"We?" Angel questioned.

"Cheri's here, too! Now, come on let's go!" Anna explained, pulling on the spider demon's hand. She saw Angel looking around the room nervously as his eyes shifted away from her. 

"You need to leave now!" Angel hissed, urgently. Anna shook her head.

"Not without you." 

Boom! Anna and Angel jumped as an loud explosion went off as Cheri threw out some bombs, quickly dispersing the crowd, scaring them. 

"Move your asses, you two!" Cheri hollered out, tossing some more bombs at some of the body guards that were firing at them.

Suddenly, Anna was ripped from Angel and tossed, landing hard on her back. Anna groaned. A large shadow towered over her. She heard a low rumble as someone laughed, followed by another, a woman's voice, laughing, maniacally.  

A pair of hands grabbed Anna by her wrist, pinning them above her head, as they held her down to the floor. She tried to break free, but to no avail. 

Anna looked up to see a large demon with pale blue skin, that resembled a moth, as his red eyes stared back at hers. He was wearing heart shaped glasses and also a red and white fur-lined coat with hearts all over it, followed by a matching top hat with a zebra striped design. 

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Valentino grinned, darkly, staring down at Anna. She swallowed nervously staring up at the tall demon.

"Aren't you a cutie!" Anna heard a woman's voice laugh above her.

She tilted her head up to see a woman, who was holding her down. She had grey brownish skin, with red, burgundy, and white hair tied into to pigtails in lace ties. She was dressed in a long black and white tea length dress with heart designs on it, black tights, and flat red shoes with white balls on them. Anna felt her heart pounding in her chest as she saw the woman make a sickening grin showing her sharp teeth.

"I wonder what sounds you would make when I pluck those beautiful blue eyes out?" The harlequin minion, pondered.   

"Val, Velvet, leave her alone!" Angel cried out for them to stop. He looked over at Cheri Bomb, seeing her preoccupied with the guards, holding them back. She was far out of the two's reach and couldn't help them. The spider demon gritted teeth in frustration, feeling helpless. He had no way to help, as Valentino had taken away his gun when he arrived at the Studio.

"Damn it!" Angel growled to himself. 

Anna shivered as Velvet leaned over her with a strange look in her eyes. She bent closer down towards Anna's chest. Anna turned her head away from her when she heard Velvet gasp, gleefully.

"Hey! We've got a breather over here, Tino!" Velvet chuckled, evilly, as she looked up to the moth demon. Valentino made a twisted grin as he kneeled down to the human, lying on the floor. 

"How interesting, I wonder how such a pretty thing like you ended up down here with a bunch of sinners like us?" He asked. 

She closed her eyes as she squirmed trying to get Valentino off of her. 

"Get off me!" Anna cried out, as she struggled to get him of her.

"Assuming from your reaction, I'm going to imply that you are a virgin, am I correct?" Valentino chuckled.

Anna's eyes widen as she felt her blood run cold as the pimp's hands began to pry her legs apart.

 Anna took in a sharp breath as panic began to settle. She screamed. 

"ALASTOR!!!" Anna screamed.

[yeet-or-be-hawed]

“Moonshine and Kerosene” Part 1 Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

I promised a fic in celebration of the new Moonshiner role on Red Dead Online and here it is! 

Warning: drinking, insinuated smut 

Arthur is sent to get intel on a rival moonshiner by the Braithwaites, he never expects the pretty face behind the bar. 

Part 2

Master Post

“I’m back,” you announced as you entered the threshold of the shack.

Maggie looked up from her work at the desk in the corner, “Howdy. How’d ya get along?”

You gave her a nod and a smirk, “got in and out without nobody see in’ me.”

“And the stills?”

“In tact, but chock full of fat and oleander.” You guffawed, “they won’t know what hit em until it’s too late.”

Maggie nodded in approval. “Good, good. You’ve really proven yourself, head on down to the bar and make yourself a drink.”

You nodded and headed towards the door that led to the stair well. “I planned on it.”

“Oh!” Maggie called, you paused with your hand on the door. “There’s a stranger down there, ain’t like our regulars. He could just be a new patron but...” her hand thoughtlessly drifted to her scarred cheek.

“I understand, Maggie. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

She gave you a small smile and thanked you. Her voice had the rare tone of appreciation, she could trust you and the more people she could trust the better. As you passed through the threshold and closed the door behind you Maggie returned her attention to the papers in front of her- maps, letters, official documents- everything that would lead her to her inevitable vengeance on Hixon.

Arthur hadn’t been standing at the bar long, there didn’t seem to be any issues getting in to the secret location- just a nod in the right direction and a password but he was still on edge. Hosea had sent him to this rival shine dealer’s den, apparently an old shine rival had popped back up and had been giving the Braithewaites some trouble; but he wasn’t here for the mysterious ringleader or the cook, he was here for their muscle. The man at the stables couldn’t tell him much, the night he saw them it was quite dark. “That man was a maniac.” He had said, Arthur watched him as he physically trembled. “Tossin’ explosives here and there, shootin’ every man in sight.”

“What’d he look like?” Arthur asked.

The man shook his head, “I was in the barn here, see. I couldn’t get a good look at him, but his horse? I ain’t never seen a horse like that before.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes, “what kinda horse we talkin’?”

The man met Arthur’s gaze and he could see the unbridled fear behind them. “It was a death horse.”

Arthur’s eyebrows shot you in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“I- I really should be getting back to my work.” And with that the man refused to answer anymore questions.

Arthur drummed his fingers across the bar as his eyes surveyed the room. The patrons here were drunk as skunks and not a single one looked like they could harm a flea much less walk properly.

The double doors behind him opened, another patron was entering the bar. He kept his eyes forward, keeping a low profile. He heard the footsteps walk towards him and stiffened. Just as the boots were about to reach him they took a right turn and he could see the person in his peripheral now. He relaxed as you took your place behind the bar.

You had recognized him as the new face as soon as you entered, leaned up against the bar. He looked up from under the brim of his hat when you walked behind the bar. You gave him a smile and a nod. “What can I get for ya?” You asked as you polished a glass.

“You got whiskey?” He asked, his voice was as gruff as he looked.

You rolled your eyes as you sat the glass down in front of him. “This is a shine bar, so no.” You pointed to each tap as you listed them off. “We got Apple Berry Crumb, Wild Creek, and Evergreen.”

He scratched his chin in thought, “let’s try that Apple Berry Crumb.”

You nodded as you filled his glass. “My favorite.” You slid him his glass and filled one for you.

He watched you carefully, as he picked up his glass. A pretty face always makes for a good bartender but what drew his attention was the double bandolier across your chest and the rifle on your back. Most bartenders weren’t armed to the teeth.

You raised your glass to him, “cheers.”

He clinked his glass against yours, “cheers.” He knocked back the shine, it was sweet but it burned on the way down. He could feel already feel the lightheaded buzz that comes with moonshine. “Shit,” he cleared his throat in an attempt to clear the taste. “That’s strong.”

You smirked, the burn of moonshine hadn’t affected you in years, but when was the last time you drank anything other than hooch? You refilled your glass. “That’s how we make it here Mister...?”

He studied your face, you seemed nice enough but he still wouldn’t let down his guard. “Callahan.”

You nodded, “Mr. Callahan, huh? Well Mr. Callahan, I ain’t never seen you in my bar before, what brings ya here?”

He pushed his glass towards you and you refilled it. You took your shots together and it didn’t burn as bad the second time. “Ain’t been too happy with my supply from the Braithewaites. An associate sent me here.”

Your eyes narrowed and for a split second you hesitated in picking up your drink. Arthur tensed, he had a feeling he had said the wrong thing.

You brought the shine to your lips and thought about the shine you had just sabotaged, you wondered if he was one of the unlucky patrons who received a spoiled batch. But that wasn’t what caught your attention, who sent him this way? You would have to keep an eye on him for sure tonight, maybe see if he would talk a little more about his associate. For now, you had to keep the illusion of your run of the mill barkeep.

“You’re right to come here Mr. Callahan, my people make the best shine in the states.”

He finished his shot and slid the glass towards you. “You ain’t wrong, this is better than any shine I’ve had from those inbred fools.”

You laughed as you refilled his glass. “You got that right.”

You raised your glass to his and clinked them together. He could already feel the heat in his stomach, the moonshine was stronger than he thought and you had been keeping up with him shot for shot. He reckoned after a couple more maybe you’d loosen up abit for him to ask questions. “This is a nice place ya got here,” he said nonchalantly. “Is it just you?”

You shook your head as you refilled the glasses. “Nah, there’s a few of us.”

He picked up the change in your tone, you wouldn’t meet his gaze. That was as far he was getting on the subject. You did not wait for him to drink. He eyed you as you knocked back the hooch effortlessly. “You sure yer gonna be able to watch the bar after all them shots?”

You shrugged. “I been drinkin’ shine since I was a kid. ‘Sides, most the people here serve themselves from the barrels over there.”

Arthur’s eyes followed to the direction you had pointed as he finished his drink. On the wall beside the bar we’re four big barrels with taps he didn’t even notice. He smirked, “is that stuff reserved for your regulars?”

“Naw, it’s the weaker shine we got stockpiled. Ifn’ yer wantin’ some yer welcome to it, but what you got is much better than that.” You slid him his refilled glass.

He exhaled deeply, the shine was hitting him harder than he thought. “What flavors ya got over there?”

You lifted your finger in a ‘just a minute’ fashion as you emptied your glass. “Two barrels closest to us are Wild Cider, then we got Tropical Punch, and the last one there is unflavored, for the unfortunate soul who somehow prefers it that way.”

He chuckled at your joke and emptied his glass, this time the shot ran a shiver down his spine. “A dangerous business yer in, don’tcha think?”

You smirked and patted the revolver on your hip, which he had not noticed. “Dangerous business, huh? Guess you could say that.”

“You ever hear stories of a death horse?” His tone was casual, trying not to sound too prying.

You froze as you filled your glass. “Death horse?”

He couldn’t read your reaction, he continued. “Just some stories I heard while dealin’ with the Braithewaites. A crazy rider with a horse of death.” His gaze slipped to you and you were staring into the glass. He laughed to ease the tension. “Maybe then boys just drank too much of their own stash.”

You continued to refill the glasses. “They ain’t wrong, I’ve seen the death horse myself. Guess we been lucky enough to not be on his bad side.” You slid his glass back to him.

He watched as you downed your shot, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger. “So you know bout it?”

You slammed the glass back down onto the bar, a little harder than intended. “I know the horse, wears a ram skull over its face. The rider-“ your eyes flickered to him, still not finished his drink. “Is a force to be reckoned with.”

There was a moment of tension in the air, as you held each other’s gaze as he knocked back his shot. You wondered if you were the reason this stranger had come here, did he work for the Braithewaites? You certainly had never seen him around before, and the Braithewaites weren’t so trusting of others. How many shots had Mr. Callahan had already? You had lost count. You yourself were already feeling the affects of the liquor and by the look of the way he was swaying he definitely was. You smirked as you refilled his drink, you would make certain Mr. Callahan would leave tonight with no memory of your conversation and a headache for his troubles.

You slid the glass to him and watched if he noticed you had not fixed a drink for yourself. He took no time in knocking the glass back and you smiled deviously. You changed your body language as you leaned on the bar towards him, your arms snug against your chest enhancing your cleavage. “Mr. Callahan, you sure know how to keep up with a gal,” you said flirtatiously.

He laughed and rubbed his neck, obviously inebriated. “I’m impressed you could keep up with me.��� His words slurred and his eyes fell easily to you. You refilled his glass and slid it back to him.

He picked up the glass and stopped just before it hit his lips, “heeeyyy now pretty lady, you ain’t been keeping up the last coupla drinks.”

His flirtatious tone and crooked smile were enough to send a rise of heat to your cheeks, or maybe it was the shine. “Awright Awright,” you laughed. You poured two more shots for yourself. He nodded as you lifted one to your lips and took his with you.

His head was rightfully spinning now and he watched as you took your second shot. His eyes trailed down your neck and across your collar bones and chest as you cranes your neck to drink.

You slammed the shot glass down with vigor this time and hissed. “Mr. Callahan, I do believe I am rightly drunk.” You stumbled out from behind the bar and bowed dramatically in front of him, “may I have this dance?”

He gulped and scratched his chin, “I dunno, I ain’t much of a dancer-“

You grabbed his hand and cut him off, “who cares? Just come on!”

He chuckled as you dragged him to the floor beside the band.

“Well if it ain’t our favorite music lover!” The girl at the piano exclaimed.

You tossed a coin her way, “give us somethin’ lively tonight.”

As the band started up, the patrons of the bar began the cheer and some joined you on the dance floor. You took Arthur’s hands in yours and began with a simple sway to the beat. He was rigid and his eyes were on his feet the whole time. You rolled your eyes and pulled out a flask. “Here, this’ll loosen ya up.”

He raised an eyebrow at you and took a long swig from the flask. “Sheew, that’s good stuff! Why ain’t that on tap?”

You gave him a wink as you took a swig. “This is from my personal stash, Agarita Sunrise is what I believe it’s called. Top shelf!”

“I believe it!” He exclaimed. With a little encouragement from you and your flask, he loosened up quite well, his hands took your waist and you looped your arms around his neck. With every sip from the flask he grew more bold, the liquor melting his inhibitions and waning his discipline. The feeling of your curves under his hands was addicting, his mind kept trailing to more tantalizing places.

He chuckled as you handed him the flask again, “yer feedin’ me more liquor than a workin’ gal on a Saturday night. You tryna take me home tonight?” He joked.

Your hands caught his hips and pulled his against yours. Your breath was hot on his ear, “what ifn I was?”

That sent a chill down his spine and he gulped. You were still swaying against him, pressed close. His hands moved from your waist to your hips.Your cheeks were pink from the liquor but there was no smirk on your lips, no laugh to follow, you were dead serious.

He tucked the hair behind your ear and the scruff from his beard scraped your cheek. “You got a place to take me ifn I said yes?”

You bit your lip and grabbed him by his belt, your fingers curled slightly into his pant line. He could already feel the heat pooling down in his stomach. “Follow me, cowboy.”

You took a long swig of shine from your flask and handed it back to him. He drank deeply, drunk enough to not feel the burn at his throat.

You led him through the still and up the stairs, stumbling and giggling as you went. This was not at all how you planned on the night ending but the liquor was like kerosene and when those strong hands squeezed your hips, it dropped the match to start the blaze. You peaked your head out the door, Maggie would kill you if she knew you led something through the cook room and up the secret stair case but she was in bed and you were drunk enough to not care.

You led the handsome stranger to your room, and pushed him to the bed. You stood over him and chugged out of the flask before throwing it to him. His eyes remained on you as he drank from the flask, watching you undress. Two, three, four gulps, and that’s the last thing he remembers.

When Arthur came to, his head was pounding. He inhaled deeply as he opened his eyes, he was all alone in a small room. His clothes were still littered across the floor and the sun was just beginning to rise, streaking the room in elongated shadows of the tree branches outside. He groaned as he forced himself out of the bed and put himself back together again. As he dressed, he could only recall flashes of memories, still pictures and sounds and feelings. He remembered hands trailing down his body, clumsy laughter and airy moans. He flushed as he remembered the sensation of breasts in his hands, squeezing and sucking at them sloppily. He remembered the way you felt around him and the sweet release you brought him to. The face of the woman at the bar, drinking and laughing, moaning and gasping. He fixed his hat against his head in front of the mirror and saw a small note labeled Callahan:

When you go, exit through the window. Don’t let the others see you, or it’s your funeral.

“Others?” He repeated to himself. Just as he thought what others? He heard a cough from outside the room. He quietly opened the window and checked to be sure the coast was clear. Just as he began to step out of the window, he heard a high pitched whistle and froze. A beautiful horse raced passed him and time slowed, it was a big strong horse, with piercing blue eyes- wearing a ram’s skull mask. He damn near tripped out the window as he rushed out. He didn’t even bother to close the window as he hastily approached the side of the house and peaked around the corner.

“Shit,” he whispered. The horse was already long down the trail, too far to distinguish the rider. He stumbled through the wood and away from the shack, his head still spinning and his stomach churning. Once he was a good enough distance from the house, he opened his mouth to whistle for his horse- instead he leaned over and vomited violently into the shrubs. He groaned as he wiped his mouth, “Morgan, yer a goddamn moron.”

[scottybrock]

Some Day - Colby Brock

A/N: Requested by a beautiful anon: “hey! can you do one of Colby and he pranks the reader (his gf) by proposing to her and she see's the camera and does a reverse prank, like Sam did to Kat, Thx!”

Colby grinned at the camera. “What’s up, guys! Colby Brock here,” He nearly tripped over his own feet, almost smacking his head into the wall opposite of him. He stood up, clearing his throat. “Reggie, cut that out,” He muttered under his breath. He beamed at the camera once more. “Today, I’m going to be pranking my beautiful girlfriend.” He raised an eyebrow mock-curiously. “What prank, you may be asking?” He asked rhetorically. A maniacal grin spread across his face. “I’m going to be proposing to her,” He paused. “Not really, but she’ll think that I am. Shoutout to Sam for this idea.” 

He set his camera up in the corner of the living room. It was sitting covertly on his kitchen counter, or so he thought. Colby collapsed down onto his couch, waiting for you to come over. You lived in the same apartment complex of your boyfriend, just on the floor below him.

You and Colby had been dating for almost a year and a half. It was the best year and a half of your life. Colby made you smile when it felt like you never could again. He made you laugh, when you felt like all you wanted to do was cry. He believed in you when it felt like no one else did, and he loved you with all of his heart. He made you feel like you were the most beautiful person in the whole wide world, even when you were just wearing a ratty t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. 

However, it wasn’t just one-sided. The past year and a half was the happiest Colby had been in a while. You made him smile when it felt like he never could again. You were the funniest person he’d ever met, but you were never mean about it. You were sweet and kind, but you weren’t a pushover. Your generosity had no bounds, and you would drop anything to help your friends. You cheered the loudest when he succeeded, and you were there to help him up when he fell. You were so beautiful; the most beautiful person he’d ever met in his life. But what was important was that you were just as beautiful on the inside.

A sharp knock on his door shook him out of his thoughts. “Come in,” He called. The door slowly swung open, revealing a grinning beauty on the other side. “Where’s the food?” You asked, smiling at your boyfriend. Colby laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “It’s on its way, baby,” He replied. It was date night. The two of you preferred when date night was at either his place or yours, so the two of you could just relax, away from public scrutiny. “I swear, you only like date night because we order out,” Colby teased.

“That’s absolutely true,” You agreed, your voice playful. “I only like date night because it’s the one night we’re allowed to pig out.” You paused, looking him up and down. “I suppose the company is alright,” You drawled, smirking at him. Colby laughed, but his expression changed into one of nervousness, one of uncertainty. You kicked off your shoes and walked towards him, your brows furrowing slightly. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, your expression melting into one of concern. “Hey, you alright, Colbs?” You asked. You reached up to cup his face in your hands. “You look a little pale, babe.”

Suddenly, Colby dropped down to one knee. It was your turn to look nervous. “What…” You trailed off when you spotted the camera in the corner of the room. Your lips flattened into a thin line, and you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, who didn’t notice the change in your demeanor, because he was fumbling around in his pockets, muttering something about a missing ring. You smirked to yourself, nodding along to your thoughts. Colby wanted to prank you, but what he didn’t know, was that you were going to prank him back, ten times harder. 

Finally, Colby managed to tug the small box containing a rather pretty silver band with a tiny diamond on it. You forced your jaw to drop, staring into your lover’s beautiful blue eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?!” You demanded, your eyes wide with shock. Colby grinned, reaching for your left hand. “Baby,” He began. “You make me so fucking happy. You make me want to be a better person, someone who deserves your love. I’m so in love with you, baby, and I really want you to marry me. I want to be with you, forever.” 

Unbelievably, your eyes watered at his impassioned speech. Even though it was a prank, Colby, surprisingly, was really good with words. You stared down at him, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes. Hopefully one day, Colby would be the one to do this for real, to propose to you sans camera, just the two of you. You finally found your voice. “...What?” You gasped, tugging your hand out of Colby’s. Your hand immediately felt the loss of contact, and you stifled a whimper at the loss. “Colby…” You murmured, batting your eyelashes at him. “Yeah, I’ll marry you.” 

Colby’s cheeks flushed. He couldn’t wait to do this in a few years, for real. He was going to marry you, he was sure of it. Hearing you say that you wanted to marry him, made his heart practically beat out of his chest. “Really?” He stammered, his bright blue eyes wide with shock. You nodded joyfully, extending your hand for him to take once more. He slid the dainty silver ring onto your finger, his hands shaking as he did so. God, he couldn’t wait to do this for real. 

“Now,” You chirped, your expression bright and lively. “We need to join bank accounts. Also, we should start looking for houses!” Colby opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off. You tried your hardest not to crack up when you saw how ghostly pale Colby’s face had gotten. “When do you want to have kids?” You asked. Colby’s eyes widened so far, you feared they’d pop straight out of his skull. “I want to be pregnant within the next two years.” You told him eagerly, your lips trembling with suppressed laughter. 

Colby gulped. Loudly. “Uh, baby…” He tried, but you cut him off. “Also, I just want you to know that while I appreciate your effort to prank me,” You pointed at the camera that was not so well hidden on the kitchen counter. “You should probably know that this is a reverse prank, bitch ass!”

Colby’s jaw dropped, his bright blue eyes widening even more. “How the fuck-?!” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “So, you knew it was a prank, this whole time?” He demanded, his lips twitching with held-in laughter. You nodded gleefully. “Saw the camera as soon as you got down on one knee,” You replied smugly. Colby stood up, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you to the couch. “I almost shit myself when you started talking about joint bank accounts and houses and kids,” Colby pretended to shudder. You laughed, punching him in the shoulder playfully. “I know,” You cackled. “You looked like you were going to heave.” 

Colby shook his head, his smile never wavering. He stood up to go turn his camera off. Before he could walk away, you grabbed his hand, making him pause in his actions. “I do want that, one day,” You told him, your voice shy and soft. You risked a glance up at him. “With you.” You clarified. 

Colby’s expression brightened, and he dropped back onto the couch next to you. “Yeah,” He agreed. “Me too.” His smile was soft and sweet. “With you.” He tacked on at the end, his smile turning impossibly softer, his pretty blue eyes twinkling at you.

 You beamed back at him. “Some day?” You asked, raising your pinky to him. His gaze fell onto the pretty silver ring that you had yet to take off. His smile widened, and he nodded. He linked his pinky finger with yours, shaking on it. “Some day.” He promised.

[drblood-bringer-of-death]

Yay! Another Tyrian x Watts fanfiction for Nuts and Volts week! Seriously I cant get enough of these guys! Anyway, hope everyone over at @nutsandvoltsweek enjoys it!

Waltzing into love

Warnings: literally just some mild cursing.

They hated it. Every single second of being stuck in the stuffy, crowded room full of pompous, rich assholes. Arthur glared at anyone unfortunate enough to make eye contact with him and he stayed as far away from the dance floor as possible. He hated parties as much as he hated people. He would much rather be back in the grimm lands, tinkering away at his inventions without a single interruption. But he was not the only one who hated being there. As grand and beautiful as Atlesian parties were, they had a very strict policy to them. No Faunus, No improper dress, and absolutely No exceptions. Tyrian, as sporadic and chaotic as the man was, unfortunately was the best fit to go with Arthur to this party. Salem decided that Hazel would be too intimidating, Emerald and Mercury were too young,  and Cinder would have stuck out like a sore thumb. So Tyrian was voluntold to attend as Arthur's date. He sulked even more than Arthur did. He might have even hated it more than the mustached man. Due to the strict policy, Tyrian had to wear what he considered "constrictive" clothing. And worst of all he couldn't even use his tail! Arthur had insisted he hide it, since it was against the rules. Tyrian fought him on it, to no avail as he knew Arthur was right. So the two brooded in their fancy clothing in a corner of the ballroom. They avoided everyone and if it wasn't for Arthur's accursed reputation he would have never even attended this godforsaken party. Maybe he could figure out some way to fake his death or even actually die just to avoid these parties.

"This is pointless!" Tyrian growled.

"It's not entirely pointless, but it's Incredibly dull." Arthur retorted, focusing all his attention on his scroll.

"Why did I have to come here?! I hate this! I feel like I'm restricting all my natural instincts!" Tyrian continued to complain as he pulled on the dark purple tie around his neck.

"Stop pulling at that you'll undo it! And you know why she chose you to come with me. And stop tugging on the tie!" Arthur said angrily as he turned towards Tyrian, who had managed to actually undo his tie. "How did you even? Ugh just let me fix it!" Arthur swatted away Tyrians hands and grabbed ahold of the tie. Fastening it once again.

"Ahem, am I interrupting anything?" The unwanted and annoying voice of Jaques Schnee broke through Arthurs grumbling. His brow twitched in annoyance and he sighed before facing the unbearable aristocrat.

"Why Jaques, what a pleasure to see you again." Arthur lied through his teeth.

"A pleasure as well. Who, may I ask, are you?" He directed the question towards Tyrian who stiffened as a response.

"Uh, Tyrian Callows, associate of Watts here." He shook the older man's hand in forced politeness.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Callows. I had no idea Arthur was into such… interesting company." His tone of voice and the way he glanced at Arthur smugly,  clearly portrayed that he suspected something else. "why I'd even say you might be planning something… more forbidding." Tyrian pailed, could he really figure them out that easily? He looked at Arthur and they shared a panicked look.

"Jaques if you're suggesting-" Arthur started to accuse him but Jaques cut him off.

"Oh come now Arthur, you know i wouldn't care if you were gay, it's quite common nowadays, and I've been suspecting it for a while anyway-" Watts and Tyrians faces went bright red. "I was simply baffled that you managed to find someone to deal with your arrogance." He finished.

"I-my arrogance- excuse me?!" Arthur said offhandedly. Jaques only laughed at him.

"Relax, you know that the General himself is gay right? Really it doesn't matter here, why not show some affection! Have a dance or two! There's nothing to hide." And before Arthur, pr even Tyrian for that matter, could stutter out a response Jaques turned on his heels and walked away smirking.

"Does he think-? I mean really?" Tyrian asked before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. His entire body shook with each inhale of breath. As he laughed and laughed Arthur's face grew more and more red, out of both embarrassment and anger.

"You shut up!" He snapped at Tyrian. Whose laughter seemed never ending. Making Arthurs anger grow.

"Re- hehehe- relax Arthur. Haha, as far as we know, this could be an advantage." Tyrian offered through dying giggles.

"What do you mean?" Arthurs anger sizzled but he stopped feeling the innate need to punch the Faunus. Tyrian wiped a tear from his eye.

"Well think about it. You could gain some massive publicity points if you came out as gay, and if we did it here it would be massively successful. All we have to do is dance a little bit and maybe hold hands. People will come to the conclusion on their own and it'll be all over the news tomorrow. "Infamous inventor Arthur Watts supporting his community through love!" Can you imagine that?" Arthur paused.

Unhinged, deranged, murderous, insane… and intelligent. Those are the words Arthur would use to describe Tyrian right now. As unpredictable as the man is, he could read people and play off them better than even Salem herself.

"That… could work." Arthur poundered. The plan was foolproof, and even if it went wrong then it would cause protests in the communities drawing grimm in. "Yes. It would work quite well." Arthur hummed to himself and Tyrian smirked.

"Well then let's get to it and put on a show!" He cheered in a manic giggle as he pulled Arthur away from their protective corner and into the center of the dancefloor. Arthur huffed behind him, not expecting the pull. Although he should really expect everything from Tyrian.

"I told you to relax already Arthur! All we need to do is dance a bit and act all coupley." Tyrian smirked again and Arthur got some sort of primal feeling in his gut to run. As if something far more sinister than even they had planned was happening. But he ignored it, it was not the first, or last, time he would have that feeling while with the scorpion.

"It's Impossible to relax with you" he retorted harshly, shifting himself and Tyrian into a waltzing position. Slowly the music ran through the room and the many people around them began to move to the three step beat.

"Your words wound me Arthur," Tyrian mocked. "I'm the most relaxing person I know! Well besides Hazel." He held back a giggle.

"Your a caffeinated maniac trapped inside a padded room. I absolutely do not find you relaxing!" Arthur all but growled.

"A bit touchy aren't you? Was it something that Mr. Schnee said that caught your nerves?" He smirked wildly at Arthur who tried his best to keep his composure. As he tried to calm his breathing Tyrians insane smile reached his eyes. "Oh my, your heart rate picked up! I must be onto something!" Arthur started to panic.

"You did not- wait you can sense my heart rate? No, nevermind that!" He attempted to gather his thoughts as he and Tyrian glided across the ballroom floor, sliding in time with everyone around them. If you weren't right next to the pair it would be like they were just enjoying themselves and not having a frantic argument.

"Poor Arthur Watts, not admitting that old Mr. Schnee was right! What an exciting evening this has become!" Tyrians giggles seemed to pour out of his mouth.

"Would you just shut up! I've already said that to you tonight, you psychopath! Now stop talking and lets finish this stupid dance!" Arthur was pissed off now, he couldn't stand looking at Tyrians pretty eyes or his handsome face any longer. So he decided to do something about it. As the song approached it's climax he brought Tyrian into a sudden spin, catching the scorpion off guard. As he pulled Tyrian back into him, he made up his mind. Placing one foot behind Tyrians and throwing his center of balance off, he dipped the younger man. He heard people around them gasp, some of them seemed shocked, but through all the noise he heard two distinct things. One: Jaques Schnee saying " I called it!", and two, Tyrian Callows' sharp inhale of breath. He pulled them back up. Releasing Tyrians lips as he did, and then he turned and walked out of the room.

Tyrian stumbled, that was not expected at all. He knew Arthur was gay but he never dared to dream that Arthur liked him. He got over the shock, more delayed than he'd like, but nevertheless he rushed after Arthur and found the man pacing an empty hallway.

"Why did I do that? What was the logic of that? It was pointless, im pointless. For fucks sake we're both adults why couldn't I just talk to him!?" Arthur mutters to himself as he paced, not even noticing that Tyrian was right next to him. "Damnit, that was so stupid! Why is he so handsomely intimidating? What can't I just be normal-"

"Because you're Arthur Watts, inventor and doctor, smarter than anyone else i know and absolutely hopelessly in love with me" Tyrian interrupted, his voice caught Arthur off guard and he would never admit how much that genuinely scared him.

"Ty- Tyrian look, what I-" he was cut off as said man lunged at him suddenly, crowding his precious space.

"Just shut up and kiss me again" the scorpion demanded as he rolled his eyes and pulled Arthur into him. Their lips crashed together again, yet the feeling was different. Before Arthur could barely feel the kiss at all, but now he felt like sparks were flying down his spine and static was invading his mind. Arthur let himself fall mentally, his brilliant mind failing him when he needed it most, so he just let it happen. Let his body do the talking for once.

Tyrian on the other hand was practically shaking with joy, he had a crush on the doctor for a while now but he truly never believed Arthur would like him back, let alone make the first move! He could not be happier even if his own goddess showed up just then! He felt as if nothing could ruin this sweet moment of love. And he was right, not a soul came out of the party to find them and they were left alone in the hallway. As Tyrian let go of Arthur he smiled. Not a crazed, classic Tyrian smile, but a calm, genuine one. Arthur felt his heart skip more than one beat, and he was sure Tyrian felt it too. Soon enough Tyrians soft laughter bubbled out of his mouth.

"What's so funny?" Arthur asked, his usual scoff lightened just a touch.

"Well the fact that we literally waltzed into love." Arthur's eyes rolled.

"That was cheesy." He huffed as he set his head on Tyrians shoulder.

"No, parmesan is cheesy." Arthur sighed. The moment was ruined by the man who created it. And he could not help the small smile that was hidden by his mustache. Maybe tonight was worth the party.

[jungshookz]

drabble abt android yoongs and he has a bug, BUT it makes him hilarious. like he'll b in the middle of scolding yn for eating pizza, but like midsentence he'll say something like apple tateroR he'll try to hand yn a cup and suddenly yEETS it across the room (ofc not hitting anyone or anything) oR like his hand falls off or a tiny skin tear riPS open and scares yn and shes sobbing calling namjoon saying YOONGIS FACE MELTED OFF

when he finds out he has a bug he will most definitely have fun with that because y/n is a prankster herself and yoongi thinks she deserves a taste of her own medicine; yoongi’ll be teasing her about something and y/n will very lightly punch his arm but suddenly

“oH MY GOD” you screech when yoongi’s arm suddenly pOPS out and the wires start fizzLing and popping “jesus, yoongi, are you okay?? i didn’t even hit you that hard!!!” 

yoongi groans and drops the ground and you’re panicking because you need to call namjoon noW 

“Y/N…” yoongi groans and you get down on the ground to help him up and he looks up at you-

you scramble back when you get a proper look at yoongi

you see the 1s and 0s glitching underneath his skin 

uh oh

the last time that happened things didn’t turn out so well 

“H-help me… I’m… I’m…” 

suddenly he collapses on the floor and it’s just silence 

he twitches slightly

“y-yoongi?” you reach over to pat his head when suddenly he roARS to life and you let out an ear piercing scream when you see the face you’ve come to know and love

h-his face

his.,., his sKIN 

half of yoongi’s face starts dripping onto the wood and he slams a hand on the ground and starts pulling himself towards you 

he’s grinding his teeth together and snarling at you like some rabid dog 

his eyes have gone reD and he kind of looks like the terminator which would be cool only it’s not because it looks like you’RE ABOUT TO BE termiNATED 

his fingers dig into the floorboards and you immediately burst into tears as you clamour backwards 

and then your back hits the front door 

you immediately reach up to open the door and you’re surprised to find that the knob’s gone completely stiff and you can’t turn it

a month ago namjoon hooked yoongi up to every single thing in your apartment as a trial for his new project

very similar to google home or alexa 

which is kind of cool but the poiNT is

yoongi,,.., locked the doors 

there’s nowhere to go 

there’s nO escape

yoongi starts pulling himself faster towards you like a starving zombie while you’re screaming and crying and when he wraps his half-human half-skeletal fingers around your ankle you immediately start freaking out even more and-

“Alright, I am done. It seems I raised your blood pressure very significantly, which is not great.” yoongi lets out a sigh and pushes himself up off the ground 

wait what

you sniffle at wipe at your swollen eyes and yoongi looks down at you

he sTILL looks terrifying and you don’t know if you can trust him 

“I pranked you again!” he cheers and sticks his hand out for you “Just like the other time I pranked you!” 

“the last time you pranked me you made me think you didn’t know who i was” your voice wavers and you sniffle again “you need to learn how to pull less traumatic pranks” 

yoongi frowns and tilts his head “You seem to be upset. Are you upset with me?” 

“of couRSE i’m upset with you, you maNIAC” 

hopefully namjoon’s alexa doesn’t turn out like this 

[the-angriestpineapple]

brewed & beards - ch 4

Kiri goes to his first wrestling practice and meets his teammates! But then he is faced with a hard situation. 

Chapter 4 - Wrestling Practice

Kirishima had gone home after his first shift at the gym with a heavy heart. He had to get over this crush. He knew he could, he’d had plenty of unrequited crushes before. Back when he thought he liked girls he had thought he was in love with Mina. She’d known before he did what he really felt. He did love her, but not romantically. Honestly Mina was one of the reasons why he was so comfortable with who he was now – her unwavering confidence in him had changed him from an awkward and shy caterpillar into the bright butterfly he was today.

He opened his dorm room door, thinking about who he used to be and how far he has come but how far he still has to go.

“SURPRISE!”

A chorus of yelling startled him out of his own head as Mina threw herself on him. He barely caught her without them both falling back over into the hallway. “Welcome back from your first day at work, Mr. Personal Trainer!” She smooched his cheek and threw herself back off of him. Denki and Hanta were also standing there, Denki holding a small cake with an unlit candle.

“Sorry man, we’d light the candle but the fire alarm would go off.” Hanta pointed to their ceiling where the small, round alarm blinked silently.

Kirishima stared at the cake and his friends’ smiling faces, absolutely touched. “Guys… you’re all so wonderful!” He sniffled and gathered all three of them into a tight hug, Denki protesting as he almost dropped the cake. “You’re the best friends a bro could ever ask for!”

Mina giggled and squirmed until Kiri let them all go. “We also picked up some takeout boxes for dinner so you don’t have to cook tonight! Now tell us ALL about your first day.”

Bakugou flashed through Kiri’s mind for a split second but he turned a beaming smile on for his friends. “It went great! I made a new friend and everything! I think I’m really gonna like it there.”

Hanta was pulling takeout bento boxes from a plastic bag. “That’s great dude! Denki and I got those jobs we applied for too, so… we’re all employed!”A cheer went up from the friends. Denki carefully put the cake on his bed and the four sat crosslegged on the floor, Hanta passing out the boxes.

“Thanks you guys, this is amazing.” They laughed and joked over dinner and cake, and his heart felt a little lighter. Kirishima fell asleep with a smile on his face.

---

“Hey! Kirishima! Great to see you man!”

Kiri looked up at the hulking blonde mountain approaching him. Togata Mirio, the captain of the wrestling team. Kiri was at the school’s gym for the first official wrestling practice. He’d talked to Mirio a few times since they’d moved in almost two weeks ago but practice didn’t start until today. He hadn’t even met anyone else on the team yet.

“Hey man, you too. What are we doing today?” Kiri clenched his hands into fists and grinned fiercely. “I’m pumped to meet the team and get started!”

Mirio laughed and dropped an easy arm over Kirishima’s shoulders. “Sure, sure, that’s absolutely what we’re doing today! There’s a couple of guys already here, I’ll introduce you to them.” Mirio’s arm slung across his shoulders enabled the huge blonde to maneuver him through the gym to the wrestling mat where a few guys were stretching. He first approached a lean boy with half white and half red hair who had a scar on the left side of his face. “This is Todoroki Shoto, he’s in the weight class under yours. Todoroki, this is Kirishima Eijirou.”

The boy, Todoroki, rose and gave a graceful bow. “It is wonderful to meet you. I’m looking forward to being on a team with you this academic year.”

Kirishima blinked and smiled. “Yeah, you too man!” He’s so polite and proper. And I bet that scar has a wicked story. I won't ask until we're bros though. Kiri almost reached up to finger the scar on his right eye but realized that would give away the fact that he was staring at the other boy's.

Mirio chuckled and pulled Kirishima in another direction. “We’ll talk about what you’re gonna work on in a minute Todoroki, I wanna introduce Kirishima to the other guys.” Todoroki nodded and returned to his warm up as Mirio directed him to a boy with grey hair. “And this guy is in your weight class, so you’ll be fighting him a lot. This is Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu.” Mirio laughed. “Quite a mouthful!”

Tetsu jumped up from his lunge stance and roared. Kirishima immediately grinned, he could feel this guy’s passion right away. It matched his own. Where Todoroki had been quiet and polite, Tetsu immediately threw out his hand. Kirishima slapped his own into it with no hesitation.

“Great to have another mid weight around here! I’ve heard great things about you! I expect our fights are gonna be EPIC!” Tetsu was practically yelling, but it was just amping Kiri up.

“Hell yeah man! They’re gonna be so epic! So manly!” Their grips hardened on each others’ hands until Mirio laughed and stepped in, pulling them apart.

“Alright guys, save it for the mat.” Kirishima was introduced to another couple of guys that were in Todoroki’s weight class and one that was in Mirio’s weight class.

“Hm, there’s a few guys who haven’t gotten here yet. We’ll start soon though-”

The doors to the gym slammed open and chatter ceased. Kirishima and the rest of the team immediately turned to the door and – Kirishima inwardly groaned – a familiar scowling blonde stalked in.

“Ah, Bakugou! The one that got away!” Mirio’s voice broke the silence and people started to talk amongst themselves again. Kirishima saw Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at Mirio as he kept heading over to a punching bag. “I tried to get him to join the wrestling team, but he refused. More’s the pity, he could have been a great addition to your weight class.” Mirio slapped Kiri on his back, almost knocking him over. Bakugou still ignored Mirio. Kirishima wasn’t even sure if Bakugou could hear him. “It’s fine now though, we got you Kirishima! Our new wonder boy. I bet Bakugou couldn’t even beat you if he tried.”

Kiri learned quite quickly that Bakugou could indeed hear Mirio, because he dropped his gym bag and whirled to face them. “The fuck did you just say, beady-eyes?”

Mirio laughed good-naturedly. Kirishima wished that the floor would swallow him up as Mirio’s hand landed heavily on his shoulder again. It was like getting slapped with a ham. “I said that you probably couldn’t beat Kirishima if you tried! We’re really lucky to have him.”

Bakugou actually snarled and stomped over to them. “Fuck that! Of course I can take him! Get ready shitty hair, I’m gonna wipe the floor with your stupid mop head.” He stomped past them to the wrestling mat, snapping into a starting stance. “Don’t keep me fucking waiting, let’s go you fucking coward!”

Oh no. Oh no no no. This was bad. He couldn’t wrestle Bakugou, that was a terrible idea. But Mirio was laughing and shoving him toward the mat, talking about how this is a great chance to prove himself.

Next thing he knew he was in his own starting stance opposite Bakugou, who was gnashing his teeth and growling. Kirishima felt a shiver of fear roll down his spine. Mirio blew a short burst on a whistle, signaling the start. Kirishima and Bakugou started to move, circling each other. Kirishima was normally super confident in the ring but Bakugou was… terrifying. The scowling and swearing was one thing but this was pure unadulterated violence.

“Stop fucking dancing with me and make a move,” Bakugou snarled out. Kirishima frowned and shifted in to try and cut Bakugou down at the legs. Bakugou hopped back and to the side, moving to take down Kiri himself. Kirishima was distracted and let out an ‘oof’ as Bakugou slammed into his side. He recovered quickly though and bucked up to prevent the blonde from pinning him.

“C’mon shitty hair, if you’re such a fucking golden boy you gotta do better than that.” Arrogance was starting to bleed into his words instead of just pure anger. Bakugou was mocking him.

Kirishima growled himself and pushed as hard as he could while yanking Bakugou’s arm. He flipped them, slamming Bakugou’s back into the mat. The blonde laughed and shoved a hand into Kiri’s shoulder to try and break his grasp but Kiri just held on to Bakugou’s waist tighter. The flipped around a little more, Bakugou grinning like a maniac and Kiri trying to not think about who exactly it was that he was trying to pin.

Then suddenly there was a thigh ground up in between his legs and a harsh breath in his ear, and Kirishima shut down. His moment of frozen shock earned him his back slamming into the mat. He was barely able to struggle back as Mirio counted the pin.

He laid there, breathing hard, and Bakugou jumped up with a barking laugh. “Golden boy, my ass. Thanks for the workout.” He strut past the rest of the wrestling team to his abandoned gym bag, hefting it onto his shoulder.

“Bakugou, there’s still a spot if you want to join the team-”

“Tch. Fuck off, Togata.” The blonde stared at Kiri who was still on the floor, a slow smirk pulling at his lips, before he turned and strolled casually out of the gym.

“Don’t take it too hard man, he’s wrecked me too. He’s just crazy.” Kirishima accepted Tetsu’s hand and the grey haired boy pulled him off the mats. “You good?”

“Yeah man, I’m good. He’s just kind of, I don’t know, scary?” Kiri rubbed the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. Yeah, he’d go with scary.

Mirio gave a bright laugh. “Yeah, he can be pretty scary. It might be good that he refuses to join the team, people wouldn’t want to compete against us.” He clapped his hands together to get the attention of the wrestling team. “Alright boys, pair off into your weight classes and practice some takedowns!”

Kiri shook himself a little and turned to face Tetsu with a grin. “Alright man, you ready to do this?”

Tetsu grinned back at him. “Yeah man, let’s do it!”

[curiosity-killed]

meet ugly

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A month into junior year, Jisel discovers Aeridians are maniacs. She’d known, before, that they had little conception of moderation in politics, but it’s not till she’s at Lilias’ apartment for a Saturday night house party that she discovers the full extent of it. She’s in the kitchen, commiserating with Baru over their econ professor, when there’s a shout from the living room. She turns over her shoulder to try to see what’s going on, but before she can, Baru tugs her along with an excited, “It’s started!” that explains nothing. Jisel follows, taking a swig from her beer. Whatever it is, she’ll find out soon enough. Everyone else is already crowded into the living room, it seems. A quick scan finds Penny, Elise, and Argo missing but no one else. On the TV is some kind of equestrian sport, though Jisel has no idea what it actually is. Every Aeridian in the room is leaning forward as if enraptured, and she’s surprised that most her fellow Capallans are, too. JJ and Oma lean back against the wall chatting, but their eyes still stay on the tiny figures across the screen. “What is it?” she asks Baru. “Oh my god,” Baru mutters as one word. “How have you missed this?” “Uh,” Jisel says, “bad luck?”

The camera keeps zooming in for close-ups on each of the participants, though she’s not sure the point of them; each player wears a full-head helmet with an opaque visor, and they all seem virtually interchangeable except for the different colors of their uniforms. Each of them wears a different crest, and when their name comes up onscreen, Jisel recognizes most of them. It is, apparently, a nobles’ game. “It’s ronhosseo,” Baru says. “Like a combination of steeplechase and paintball but with spears.” Jisel pauses to let that filter through. “So, they ride through an obstacle course and try to tag each other out with painted spears?” “Exactly,” Baru says, looping an arm around her shoulders. “You’re brilliant.” Oma turns to squint at her, and Jisel shrugs, mouthing ‘don’t ask.’ Being able to decipher Baru’s descriptions is a skill she’s learned over the past few months, though she’s not sure it doesn’t qualify as a type of insanity. That’s all the explanation she’s offered, and she turns to the TV in hopes of better understanding. The participants have all mounted by now, a line of twenty-four. Her friends are apparently familiar with most of them and offer grim judgment on how they’ll fare. The one in red seems to be the favorite, though JJ argues for a rider in pink. “You just have to root for the underdog,” Argo complains when he’s returned from the bathroom. “What about the one in black?” Jisel asks. Beside her, Oma snorts. “Good job picking out the dark horse,” they joke. “Nah, see how they aren’t wearing a crest? or any sponsor logos? They don’t even use a family name – aka, they’re one of the pity riders.” At Jisel’s questioning expression, Baru intervenes. “Sometimes the race will open up spaces for local riders as a kind of thank-you to the host city,” they explain. “Everyone knows they’ll lose, but it gives them a chance to brush shoulders with some pretty important people and it’s cool for the younger riders.” Jisel hums in understanding. Onscreen, a gun fires and the horses leap forward en masse. Down the hall, a door clicks open, and Elise shuffles over to lean against the corner of the wall at the end of the hall. A quick glance confirms Jisel’s suspicions about what was delaying her; Elise’s hair is nearly falling out of her ponytail, her shirt collar’s popped up on one side, and there’s a purple lipstick print smudged on the corner of her jaw. Jisel raises an eyebrow, and Elise grins back. “What’d I miss?” she asks. Penny appears over her shoulder, wrapping her arms around Elise’s waist and dropping her chin to her shoulder. Unlike her girlfriend, she’s somehow managed to remain immaculate. “Apparently, we’re watching rich people throw spears at each other from horseback,” Jisel answers. Baru punches her lightly in the arm, and Penny snorts. “Who’re we voting for?” Elise asks, tilting her head back to look at Penny. “Anyone in purple?” Penny asks. When a quick scan of the field turns up no results, she shrugs. “Alright, the one in black then.” Oma laughs and Argo shakes his head as he flops down on the floor before the couch. Lilias kicks at his leg and there’s a brief shuffle as they situate themselves comfortably. So far, all the riders on the TV are doing is running downhill. Jisel settles her weight more fully into the wall, ready to wait it out. She doesn’t know enough about this sport or horseback riding in general to pass any judgment on the race. They seem...fast? Meanwhile, half the room is muttering about early positions and race strategy. Baru, her faithful guide in all things Aeridian, leans in. “So, the first part is to knock out the worst riders,” they explain. “Thus the dash and all the twists and obstacles. See how the pack’s already separating? Now, they’ll be coming up on the first lances soon.” The pack in question is a tight bunch of the first ten or so riders with the red favorite in the lead. JJ’s pink rider has earned a position in the middle of the pack that prompts JJ to give Argo a haughty look and take a triumphant swig of orange juice. The black rider hangs at the left of the back. Just as Baru said, the riders take a turn and arrive at a stack of lances. Each is a different color that matches one of the riders, all arrayed together in a cone-like shape. The moment they arrive, each rider drops down and runs. It takes effort for Jisel to keep from laughing. It’s patently absurd-looking, but everyone else in the room is serious and intent. Getting the lances isn’t as simple as it seems. Some riders throw the others’ lances far from the pile, and others fight each other to reach the stack first. The rider in black receives a painful-looking strike across their upper arm, and the pink rider sprints off towards where their lance sticks out of some bushes. When, at last, the race continues, the groups have stretched out. There are clusters of two or four now, but the pack has dissolved. The red rider still maintains their lead, but the pink one has lost their place in the group. For a few moments, Jisel can’t spot the black rider. “Damn it,” JJ mutters, and she gets a grin from Argo. She flashes a rude gesture in reply. The race continues. At each obstacle and pickup point, there are fewer riders. Those that remain are covered in paint, like rainbow polka-dots. “Doesn’t that hurt?” Jisel asks. “Oh yeah,” Argo says. “They’re all gonna have bruises tomorrow.” Despite this, the riders don’t slow down. Now, three lead: red, blue - and black. Penny hums, pleased. They only have one set of lances left, and they are all fighting to be first. At the final pickup, no one dismounts. They lean down and snag their lance straight from the stack - or, at least, that seems to be the goal. Red moves to stop them. They juke in front of the other two, veering close enough to Blue to have Jisel preemptively wincing. Blue's horse startles, rears, and careens toward the barrier along the course's side. With the black rider, it isn't just a close call but a collision. Horse hits horse with a force that has even Baru inhaling sharply, and Jisel is prepared in that instant to see the race cut short and emergency medics called. It doesn't happen. Somehow, the black rider still clings to their saddle though both legs are on the left side, scrabbling for the stirrups. Jisel's hands tighten against her arms, unexpected anticipation gripping her as she leans forward to watch this new struggle. Black and Red continue on toward the lances, Red snatching theirs only seconds before Black reaches the pile. Still laid out over the saddle, it seems impossible that Black should have a hope of reaching the lance; just finishing at this point would be impressive. They let go. In one motion, fluid and reckless, they lunge across the saddle for the lance. Hand connects with wood, their foot finds the stirrup. Once more they are upright, churning the earth to catch up to Red. "Come on," Penny hisses. "Come on come on." Even the others seem to have abandoned their earlier rivalries and debates. If nothing else, that show of horsemanship and daring has won them over.

The same surge seems to carry victory as well. Black catches up to Red and sends their last lance soaring as they pass. They don't look back to see it hit home but lean low over the neck of their horse, stretched out to cross the line alone. There’s silence in the apartment. “Wow,” Argo finally says. “Told you,” Penny says, singsong. “What – oh.” Onscreen, the crowd erupts as the black rider removes their helmet to reveal a famous face. The prince lifts the helmet in response to the crowd’s cheers, his other hand still holding his horse’s reins. He wears a little smile, as if abashed by the applause. “Ugh,” groans Oma. “The prince?” Jisel asks, incredulous. “It happens sometimes,” says Baru. “I think it’s a joke for him, cheating at the race to put everyone in their place.” “No,” says Penny. “Cheating how? He competed the same as everyone else.” “Not the same as everyone else,” protests Argo. “Were we watching the same race? He rode like nobody can.” Oma rolls her eyes, and Baru frowns. “Just because you have a crush on the prince doesn’t make him perfect,” she says. Jisel laughs. Argo’s crush on the imperator princep is nearly established fact. She can’t count the times he’s sighed over his royal crush. “Shut up,” he groans. He’s collapsed down so that his words have to pass through his folded arms. “What happened, Argo? Has your flame faded at last?” Jisel teases. On the screen, the commentators continue to chat while the riders speak in silent conversations. Now that the race is over, the competition seems to have turned from vicious to friendly. No one’s paying much attention to the screen, but when Jisel glances up, she catches sight of the prince with his arm looped around another rider, grinning. Two days later, the race returns in a new form. Her sociology professor loves impromptu discussions, and today the topic is the ronhosseo, of course. He arrives in a jersey from the past world cup, all scarlet and gold. Jisel groans and tries to come up with any opinion on this ridiculous sport. The rest of the class has no shortage of them. Some argue that the sport is an archaic waste of resources that would be better spent mending societal ills. Others, the political science students, claim that it still serves an important role in allowing the political powers to negotiate their authority and influence in the country. Still more say it perpetuates national inequality by only being accessible to the wealthy. Finally, the professor chimes in. He lifts his gaze to the back of the lecture hall, and speaks directly to one of the students there. “Well, we have the reigning world champion here with us. Anything you’d like to say in defense?” “Uh,” says a familiar voice, “I’m not sure I’m qualified to speak on the socio-economic barriers to participation.” The room turns as a whole to face the back row. The prince is long and leggy, with his hair pulled up in a messy bun and legs stretched out in university-logo sweatpants. He looks as startled and embarrassed as if he’d been caught using a calculator for two plus two. The student beside him looks amused, far too familiar to just be another student in the class. They watch the prince as if anticipating some entertainment. “Then, perhaps you can explain why the leader of our country still participates in the sport with the highest casualty rate in the world?” the professor prompts. The prince winces and reaches back to rub the back of his neck, revealing a deep bruise wrapping around his arm. The white of his t-shirt makes the purple that much starker. “Right.” There’s a pause, as he visibly gathers his thoughts. The room, for once, is still with attention. “Well,” he starts, dropping his hand, “the way I was taught, growing up, was that the sport itself didn’t really matter. It could be wrestling or archery or table tennis instead. But Arradine’s history comes from horseback. The Soko family came to power, established Arradine as a country, because their cavalry gave them advantage over the other houses. So participating in the sport is a way of keeping our history and our culture alive, acknowledging the roots of our nation.” He falls quiet as if he hadn’t quite intended to say that much or intended to end right there. A cynical part of Jisel wonders how often he’s actually asked for his input rather than just handed a prewritten speech. The crowd shuffles back around to look at the professor in anticipation. Jisel wonders, a little inanely, how many of them are thinking back over all the times they’ve railed against the government in this class. She can’t think of a single time she’s heard the prince speak up in class. She can’t decide if it would change anything. “Well?” the professor asks the rest of the class. “You all had plenty of opinions a moment ago.” Jisel eyes the clock. There are five minutes left in the class, and there’s no way he’ll let them go early without anyone saying something. Reluctantly, she lifts her hand up from the desk surface. Maybe he won’t no– The professor gestures for her to go ahead. “I guess, it’s a little inane to talk theory when you actually have the authority to do something about it,” she says. “Like there was a conference in Liviasta this weekend over the effects of imperialism - and you were playing a sport that celebrates that imperial history. Just, I guess, seems a little hypocritical.” Silence meets the end of her sentence, and Jisel feels her cheeks heat up. Down the row somewhere, she hears a soft “holy shit.” She hadn’t meant to be too harsh - but, well, it’s out there now. The prince doesn’t get a chance to reply before the rustle of people packing up signals the end of the class. “Alright, good discussion,” the professor says, raising his voice to be heard above the laptops closing and zippers opening. “We’ll pick back up Wednesday. Don’t forget your essay two is due on Friday - and I won’t be lenient on citations this time!” Jisel’s carried out of the room on the tide of the other students and wanders down the sidewalk a few steps before stepping to the side and stopping. She pauses, staring down at her phone for a moment, before she opens the group chat. So...the prince is in my soc class There’s a beat before a typing bubble appears from Argo. Hook me up??? She snorts, unsurprised. There’s a moment where she’s not sure what to reply. It seems a little melodramatic to relate the whole event to them immediately, but she feels like she needs to say something. It was notable, in its own way, in her day. Not sure how that’ll go since I kinda called him a bad prince in front of the whole class Argo isn’t the only one intrigued by that apparently, and Jisel finally has to start walking again as she waits for the typing bubbles to burst into words. A moment later, they do, and with them, some of her anxiety. Queen! How did you not notice he was there all this time?? Honestly, I expect nothing less Sometimes I worry abt you, Jisel She laughs and taps out a reply, shoulders easing. She didn’t really say anything too out of line. The prince probably won’t even remember her by the end of the day. Twenty minutes later, JJ sends a meme with Jisel’s face pasted on some action hero walking away from an explosion. The day goes on, unbothered.

[neverwatchedonepiece]

609-610: "Luffy Dies from Exposure?! The Spine Chilling Snow Woman Monet" and "Fists Collide! a Battle of the Two Vice Admirals!"

Surrounded by trash, unsure of location or direction. Too real, Luffy. Too real.

I feel like a broken record at the moment but Punk Hazard really is delivering.

Across 609 and 610, we had Law vs Vergo with a surprise interruption by Smoker. Caesar was the subject of unexpected character development. Even Luffy vs Monet had a twist, with Luffy falling into a trash compactor and meeting a tiny talking dragon.

I bet that’s Foxfire’s son. The little dragon had a kid’s voice.

I’m just glad the big dragon the Strawhats roasted wasn’t Momonosuke (@mrkashkiet, I am looking at you sternly. xD)

Law Just Cannot Quit Smoking

And does not want to.

The action picked up with Vergo hoofing it to the SAD Room. Speed lines ahoy!

Inside, Law slowly drew his sword in front of a vast tank of SAD Gas. Not sure what he was planning to do, but let’s not dwell on it, in case his plan was literally explosive.

Vergo appeared at the door. “I feel like my hand has been bitten by my own dog. This is too much even for a mischievous child. You were always too smart for your own good. People like you tend to die young.”

You know, I’m not keen on stoic villain types but I’ve got to admit that Vergo has some killer lines.

“It would be easiest to crush your heart but I won’t do that. I’ll torment you slowly as I please and warp your smart ass face with fear.”

Like I said, good lines.

He wailed on Law with grim purpose to the point I found myself shouting, “Come on, Law! ROOM YOURSELF OUT OF THERE!”  Law was not having a fun time. (Dare I say, he was SAD?)

But his instinct for shit-talking was irrepressible. “Are you guys frustrated because your scheme is coming crashing down? Is this thing that important to you?”

Well, yeah... If Caesar is *the only person* who can make whatever it is that Doflamingo wants, then SAD must be profitable. Profits before pals seems to be Doflamingo’s modus operandi, but I don’t get the feeling Law is all that surprised Vergo is trying to kill him.

Law did fight back. There was an attempt.  He tried to Room his heart back. But Vergo is fast and snatched Law’s heart from the air.

The worst thing, though? Vergo punched Law so hard he lost his hat. That is not cool. It must have riled Law enough for him to try his (awesome) Counter Shock attack. It was big, flashy and high voltage, but it only left Vergo lightly toasted.

Vergo must have decided to kill Law then because he said, “I have a message from Joker. He said, ‘What a shame.’”

Law was weirdly zen about the whole situation. “Oh, well. It didn’t work. I was pretty sure I could take my heart back from Caesar, but I didn’t expect you here, Vergo.”

The lack of -san honorific was the last straw for Vergo. He squeezed Law’s heart like a stress ball. Toei’s red filter descended. Soul-shredding pain was experienced. Law screamed a lot. As you would if your heart was being squeezed by a maniac.

Then, a shaft of light descended from the vaulted heavens.

Except not really because it was Smoker.

It’s almost the same thing.

Vergo was typically cool about the interruption. “I’m in the middle of something. Does it have to be now, Vice-Admiral Smoker?”

And I did a backflip. Yes. Excellent interruption. Great timing, Smoker! Now stop being so fixated on the Big Tanks That Go “Blort” and execute your glorious revenge!

Really, now I think about it, Vergo is almost as bad as Caesar. When Smoker called Vergo out on his deceit and told him not to tell the G5 Men as he was a father figure to them, Vergo said, “Don’t tell me you actually care about those guys? I’m a base commander. I can do whatever I want to my no-good subordinates.” Another one who treats other people as disposable pawns.

Unsurprisingly, Smoker and Vergo came to blows. Smoker seems to be having more luck than Law, but then Vergo does not have Smoker’s heart in a box. What I’d like to happen is Smoker retrieving Law’s heart and they tag-team Vergo into oblivion.

That sounded wrong. But you get what I mean.

Star Wars Episode IV: A New Rubbery Hope

How did Luffy end up in the Death Star’s trash compactor? 

His battle with a bird woman from Hoth went south. Literally.

And I cannot believe I am about to say this, but I kind of wish Luffy’s fight with Monet was a little bit longer. Her powers are great. Her self-awareness and cunning are too.

She maintained those ten layer kamakura walls without breaking a sweat. When Luffy smashed one layer, she wrapped another around her frozen prison without missing a beat. Luffy knew she was stalling for time and said he’d just break every layer quicker than she could replace them.

“I bet,” she said. Then swept up behind Luffy and, in an oddly flirty manner, whispered in his ear, “I don’t think I’ll win if I fight you, but the strongest isn’t always the winner in a fight.”

Then she grabbed him and wrapped him, literally, in winter’s embrace. 

That hypothermia power was quite cool (no pun intended). Paired with those desolate, snowy vistas and her eerily calm voice urging Luffy to let go, to sleep, relax and let it be, Monet’s Devil Fruit seems pretty strong to me.

But just as Luffy was about to pass out, Zoro’s voice - the very warning he yelled at Luffy a couple of episodes ago - cut through the darkness. “THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE NEW WORLD!”

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the blue filtered haki moments. When he sprang up and let loose that Jet Spear attack, I cheered.

Then he fell through the floor into a garbage chute and I laughed.

It was cool, though. He’s rubber. He’d bounce. And sure enough, it wasn’t long before he was raking through broken gadgets for food. At which point a tiny dragon spoke to him and that is where the story ended.

I am now 75% sure that tiny dragon is Momonosuke. It had a kid’s voice. Probably should be a higher percentage than that but I like to hedge my bets, haha.

Chopper Looks Like Every Harried Substitute Teacher Ever

While Luffy was readjusting to life in a trash compactor with a small talking dragon, Monet flapped away to tick off another box on the never ending to do list: securing the Addicted Experiment Kiddies.

Said kiddies were knocking lumps out of Chopper with their ferocious addict strength. He could not restrain them without hurting them. He tried to convince them not to eat the candy. “I know it’s hard but you have to endure it!”

The thing is, Chopper was dealing with a double helping of trouble here. Not only are they kids, who are naturally more self-centred due to their developing brains. They are also addicts who are so far down the rabbit hole of whatever drug Caesar was peddling they’ll do anything for a fix.

When Chopper’s rumble ball wore off, the kids trampled him and thundered straight for the Biscuit Room, where Mocha was waiting alone.

Luckily, he was picked up by Nami, Zoro, Usopp, Robin, Brook and Foxfire. (Do not remember Brownbeard hanging around. Did he leave or did he just not have any lines?) 

Robin tried to restrain the kids. That was interesting for two reasons: one, I didn’t know Robin could feel damage sustained by her extra hands, and two, she asked Usopp and Brook to try and find a pair of Sea Prism Stone cuffs because Luffy had asked her to. (I bet his plan is to cuff Caesar!)

The kids charged Mocha, who tried to tell them the candy was evil! Then Monet whirled into the room on a frosty zephyr. (The best part of this entrance was when Usopp shouted: “I TOLD YOU THERE WAS A BIRD WOMAN!” He was finally vindicated.) 

Yay, thought Mocha. It’s Monet-san. She’s lovely!

Nooooope. Monet told her, in a sweet, ever-so-reasonable voice that it wasn’t nice to keep all the candy for herself. Mocha should share it with the others, like always. Mocha’s little face when she sensed betrayal was just heart-wrenching. “Why?” she whispered.

Because Monet is a nasty piece of work just like Caesar? Just a thought.

Not sure what’s going to happen here. There are a *lot* of Strawhats in the room, so I’m guessing Monet will be defeated by them. Then they’ll push through, deliver the cuffs and - BAM - we have one angry, kidnapped scientist. 

Sanji Acquires Unexpected Fans

This was a short scene but the fact that Sanji has a cadre of devoted fans in the G5 is hilarious. Yeah, he claims he doesn’t want their approval. And he probably doesn’t.

But Sanji cannot stop himself running back to save the poor saps who can be saved.

This is the Sanji I like: surly on the outside with a golden heart on the inside. More, please!

And the Academy Award for Best Actor goes to . . .

CAESAR CLOWN!

Seriously.

The yarns this guy can spin could crush the GDP of a small textile-dependent country.

Caesar should run for office somewhere. Then he could appoint himself head of the science department.

For that is exactly what has been bugging him for years, it seems. He wants Vegapunk’s job.

Well... maybe not the job. (He’s getting by just fine thanks to pirates. A Government job would ruin that). It’s the fame and kudos. That’s what he’s after.

Plus he has a weird goal: to achieve world peace by obliterating all sources of conflict - collateral damage be damned. Unless he’s lying about that. Given his oscar-winning performance, that would not surprise me.

The action picked up with Caesar caesaring through a pipe and landing outside the Secret Room (I laughed when I realised everyone on Punk Hazard literally calls it the Secret Room).

He was bitching about having to enter the room because it was Vegapunk’s old office. Still, he claimed it was the only place where he could “pull it off”. (I am unsure why he had to go to Vegapunk’s old office just to close some doors, but I’ll chalk it up to plot and say no more.)

He promised to make Luffy, the Strawhats, G5 and Trafalgar Law pay for ruining his plan. It was all their fault! The experiment could have been a great show - everything perfect and beautiful and befitting of the world’s greatest scientist (Vegapunk says hi!) But they screwed it up. He couldn’t let the Strawhats do as they liked. They’d pushed it a little too far and he has Joker on his back now.

He ordered a minion to close the gates to Buildings C and D. This would lure all survivors into one narrow room. His plan? Trap them in the bottleneck and pump the room full of his poison gas through the air vents. He would broadcast it as a snuff movie for the brokers. That would show them what he was really made of!

But the minions hang on his every word and they caught one small discrepancy.

“Um... did you say that *you* had created the poison gas, Master?”

Caesar’s haughty reply was, “Yes, I did.”

“But it’s like Vegapunk’s gas. It freaks us out.” Understandably, the minions probably have ptsd from four years ago.

The moment when Caesar realised he’d let his ego run away with him and opened his big mouth was glorious. How could he spin this? How? The animators did a great job here. You could see the evil, conniving cogs turning in his mind. 

Then he broke out his Oscar winning performance. 

“This is . . . an avenging battle of science. My people! That day, I tried to stop the mad scientist, Vegapunk. No! If such a weapon exploded, what would happen to the people on the island?” Caesar even threw in a melodramatic “YAMEROOOOO, VEGAPUNK!” for some extra emotional sparkle.

“But the accident happened. And he still lords if over us as the head of the science department of the Marines. and he’s considered the world’s greatest scientist. I cannot tolerate it! He’s the cruel man who hurt you all! Do you think it’s right that people still call him the number one scientist? That’s why I want to prove them all wrong. I didn’t want to make a weapon of mass destruction! But I want to show them that there is a greater scientist here. That I am the greatest scientist in the world! When the Marines acknowledge it and when I become head of the science department, my dream will come true. I can use my scientific knowledge to bring peace to the world!”

I honestly had to stop myself giving Caesar a standing ovation. What a performance that was.

You know, it’s weird. Every lie Caesar told there has a basis in truth. That’s the most dangerous liar right there because the lies they tell are more believable. Does the Gas-Gas Fruit confer gaslighting powers too? Because Caesar is a hellishly efficient manipulator.

And while Caesar was congratulating himself, a flashback happened!

Caesar is Prime Material for /r/IAmVerySmart

Caesar with a bob was weird. I’m guessing when he moved to Punk Hazard, there was a lack of stylists, so he just grew his hair out. That hair you see right now? That is four years of growth.

At any rate, Caesar was doing something a bit more important back in Vegapunk’s lab. He was debating morality with some other scientists. They begged him to stop his experiment. If it exploded, it would kill everyone on the island. 

Caesar was typically receptive to criticism. “STFU, boneheads! Where do you think you are? This is a Marine research facility. They want to kill as many pirates as the can. What they need is a weapon that will do it for them.”

“But they don’t want one that will also kill civilians!”

Caesar’s rebuttal? “It’s called collateral damage! If we blow away everything, we can bring peace to the world.” (Does he genuinely believe that? That’s a properly depressing view of the world he holds there, if true.)

“You’re so...”

Caesar had a, “I’m gonna stop you right there” moment. They wanted to say he was cruel? What a joke. They were using prisoners as guinea pigs as if they were trash. What was the difference? (Fair point, Caesar.) Moreover, Admiral Sengoku was too soft, but Akainu, if he was in charge, *he* would want a weapon Caesar made. (Also interesting. I hope Caesar never decides to change sides again. He would be dangerous in Akainu’s hands.)

He went off on one about how Vegapunk had failed to turn people into giants again. Caesar knows you can’t turn people into giants in a short period of time unless you use magic, so had suggested Vegapunk just kidnap some kids and feed them drugs until something worked. What a lovely idea, Caesar! xD

The flash forward revealed Caesar’s “William Birkin Moment”.

Just as he made a significant discovery, Marines burst in and cuffed him with sea prism stone. Vegapunk himself came to see off his old colleague. I was ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HYPED for about half a second. But there was no face. 

Blue balled. Again. xD

Caesar was summarily dismissed from the Science Department. “Your eccentric behaviour is intolerable and I cannot protect you anymore, Caesar.”

Interesting that what the rest of the scientists did was viewed as fine and dandy, but Caesar taking it a step further was regarded as “eccentric”. First off, eccentric is a gross understatement. Secondly, what they’re doing is pretty evil too. Caesar is just overtly, unashamedly amoral. They hide it better.

Suffering such a humiliation, Caesar had his “SCREW YOU!” moment and pushed the big red button. Punk Hazard went up in a Mighty Kaboom-Boom Cloud. 

Still wondering how they all survived that, but I will chalk it up to plot and say no more.

Of course, after Caesar’s theatrics, his minions fell over themselves to apologise. Sorry, Master! You are the saviour, after all.

“Thank you... thank you all,” Caesar simpered, while inside he called them unintelligent fools. So easily manipulated. Dumb as bricks.

This guy needs taking down several pegs. Maybe an entire cloakroom rack.

Luffy, please oblige asap.

Caesar tells a rip-roaring, thigh-slapper of a yo momma joke. 

(No one laughed.)

[our-heroes-rise]

Mina ashido w/ a fem!crush who got injured during the usj attack pls (u decide if she got injured severely or not)

hey love! thanks for requesting! now, i don’t want you to worry if this part doesn’t meet the needs of your request because i’m going to follow up on it with a second part. i just had so much fun writing the attack scene and coming up with a quirk and action scene for the reader that i didn’t realize i had hardly followed up on your request! the second part is already in progress so it should be out soon. either way i hope you enjoy this part of your request and i’ll tag you in the next one when it comes out!

(i accidently answered your other request because i got this one confused with the other one. it’s my fault for not properly reading what you sent and i deeply apologize but i had to delete the other ask. thankfully though i still have it saved on my docs so don’t worry!)

A sprain, you told yourself. It’s just a sprain. You’re fine, keep fighting.

Even as the horribly sharp pain continued to rip through your entire leg with every step you took to dodge, defend, or attack against the villain you were up against. You were doing your best to ignore it though, fighting through the pain with every punch or burst of energy you threw at the villain. He knew you were injured, if your limp didn’t give it away you were sure the blood trickling down the side of your face did. The sinister smile plastered across his face told you he was absolutely delighted by your injuries, and that he was thoroughly enjoying watching you hobble around on mostly one foot while you dodged his advances. It made your stomach twist uncomfortably as it reminded you of a predator playing with its food, allowing their prey to think they were winning, that they had a chance of escaping before the predator pounced and ended it all in one swift move.

–

You had been excited for the day of training to finally begin, especially when you showed up to the USJ and got to see the huge and amazing training ground in all of its multi-disaster glory. This is what you had been waiting for; for the real hero training to begin, to finally prove that you were ready to become the greatest hero you could be. Even if it was just a simple disaster training it would require almost the same skills and traits as trying to defend civilians against a villain. Not to mention, Mina, your best friend, and longtime crush would be right there with you, training and cheering for each other together.

She was smiling at you, beaming so brightly it could put the sun to shame. Your heart fluttered a bit at the sight and you could feel the heat already begin to creep its way up to your cheeks as you returned her smile with a wide, excited grin of your own.

“This is so exciting,” she cried, jumping up and letting out a high pitched squeal, her body practically shaking with joy. You let out a laugh and winced slightly when she gave your arm a playful punch, maybe a bit harder than she intended. “We finally get to train like real pros on a rescue mission. Are you ready, Y/n?”

But before you could answer, all hell broke loose.

Villains, close to a hundred, appeared out of nowhere, stepping from a swirling black hole of darkness grinning up at your class like starved monsters and like you were the first meal they had seen in weeks.

Despite your heart pounding loud enough to hear it in your own ears, your first instinct had been to protect Mina, the closest and most important person to you out of all your classmates. The fact that she could fend for herself was well known by you, but no matter how selfish the act may seem you weren’t about to let someone try to hurt your friend, not without putting up a fight. However, your plan quickly changed when the black hole was suddenly standing before you and your class.

Terror had frozen every muscle in your body solid, but then those idiots, Bakugou and Kirishima tried attacking the villain. Obviously, you didn’t know much about the dark masses quirk, other than his apparent ability to transport people, but you could tell that any physical attack wouldn’t cause him any damage. He was made out of smoke for God’s sake, weren’t they thinking at all?

You heard Thirteen’s order for them to move out of the way, but the two boys didn’t budge, even after they realized their attack had failed. The Hero was preparing to use her quirk and they stood directly in her path. At this realization something in your head snapped, you flung your hands out towards the two boys feeling your energy snag on the back of their costumed just as the dark mass surged forward. You managed to tug the two away from the dark mass towards you and Mina, but the darkness had already surrounded you and two heavy bodies collided into yours.

Mina shouted your name as she tried to reach for you until there was a flash of gleaming silver and she was gone.

Your head smacked against the concrete with three times the weight and force than it should have, and within a split second unconsciousness found you.

Splintering pain sprouting from the center of your leg jolted you awake, a terrible scream ripping from your throat startled the two boys away from you. Then, as if being thrown into a different location away from the pro’s and Mina and having your leg injured from Kirishima landing on it couldn’t already be bad enough, things got even worse. More villains, grinning like the ones from before, were already waiting for you.

–

“You must be tired from moving around on that leg for so long,” the villain hissed, hands twitching oddly while more rubble gathered around behind him. He had a stone-wielding quirk, perfect for an earthquake zone where you were surrounded by nothing but loose razor sharp rocks. “Why don’t you take a break, sweetheart? It’ll save me the energy of chasing you around.”

The rubble from behind him burst forward with a firm thrust of his hand. Grunting with the effort to shield yourself with your energy, you brought your hands up to conceal your face if all else went wrong. Your quirk, Aura, worked through converting bodily energy to physical energy, allowing power for you to mold and wield in whatever way you pleased as long you had a good imagination. A rather unusual quirk, but it was powerful enough to cause serious damage to your opponents when you were at your peak strength, the only serious downside of it is that it took a lot out of you if you weren’t careful to ration your strength. These relentless attacks weren’t giving you any time to recharge though, and you could feel your stamina beginning to waver.

“Keep talking like a creep and I’ll do more than knock you out.” You brought your arms down along with your energy shield at the sound of stone falling to the floor, eyes flickering around the room to look for your other classmates. Bakugou and Kirishima were still preoccupied with the other villains, having taken down five together, while you only barely managed to take down two. They seemed to be holding up well enough, so you turned your attention back towards your villain.

A second too late.

The villain lunged at you, hands outstretched to wrap around your neck, giving you little time to react. Until your body was moving before your brain could comprehend your actions. You sidestepped his advance, but you used the wrong leg and a cry echoed through the room as white hot pain shot up your leg. The next thing you felt was your head smacking against the stone floor for the second time that day, black spots bursting across your field of vision. Struggling to stay conscious you still made an attempt to pick yourself up, to put as much distance between you and the villain as possible.

I think I’ve just made it worse.

Cackling like a maniac the villain began approaching, hands twitching once again, gathering new ruble around him.

Your mind was racing as you struggled to lift yourself from the ground, the pain from your leg nearly unbearable. There was a lump forming in your throat, hot tears stinging your eyes and blurring your vision. You wanted to give up, to accept that you might die here and never see Mina again, or be able to confess your feelings to her.

Not like you ever had the guts to anyway.

It was then that it hit you in the midst of all this chaos and shouting, seconds away from being pelted to death by a wave of razor blade stones. That frustration. That anger. Not directed at anyone else but yourself for being a complete coward. For not having confessed your feelings sooner. For letting yourself be torn down by fear and doubt. And for almost letting yourself give up in the middle of a fight while the others were giving their all to survive. You were still breathing with control over your quirk and most your body, and you most definitely still had enough strength left to get you out of this situation.

Through furious teary eyes, you glared at the villain while he still cackled away, pointing one clawed finger at your face. “You wanna go cry to your mommy, sweetheart? That’s too bad.” His wicked grin returned, “I promise to make this quick.”

A flame flickered within you, quickly rising as it was being fueled by that horrible anger still rampaging through your thoughts until all you could feel was your heart pounding against your chest and the power roaring through your veins.

No, you weren’t done yet.