#and Tar is a sweet and innocent kid again

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Tar, holding a pot of coffee and a cereal bowl: what if instead of milk in my cereal, I put in coffee...?

Type, walking past him and taking the coffee pot: what if you didn’t.

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Amorentia || Kuroo Tetsurō

summary: amorentia has a different scent or aroma for anyone who smells it and the potion, if done correctly, can remind the user of things or more specifically someone they find most attractive, even if the said person is oblivious in their attraction. 

word count: 3.1k

warnings: none 

authors note: i dont know why i always end up writing for kuroo but this dude just speaks to me on an inspirational level ya know? kuroo is a ravenclaw in this but the reader is gn and i didn’t specify what house the reader is in to make it a bit more inclusive. credits to @rhymewithrachel​ for the picture of kuroo which you can find here and pls check out their page for more amazing art! also i def feel like i’ve written the last few lines on like another piece i’ve done but oh well if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it

The library was eerily still for a Thursday morning but you relished in how quiet it was. You had found the perfect sweet spot; not too late where you would forget breakfast but early enough to where you would avoid the morning rush of students who would try to find a quiet spot to study. 

The lowly lit lanterns were useless since the sun was beginning to peak its way through the windowpane behind you and the small semblance of light drew your attention to the dust that was floating lazily in the air.

Even though there were hardly any students around you, you felt as though you were tucked away from the world as you spread your legs out against the leather couch with a Magic Potions: Basic for Beginners textbook settled in your lap. Besides the ever so often sound of a few students rustling their papers, it was truly peaceful. 

“ Good morning beautiful, mind if I join you?” 

Bloody hell. 

You looked up from your textbook to see Kuroo standing over by your legs that were neatly crossed over each other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t slightly taken aback by seeing him so early in the morning but even if he did manage to wake up on time for class, his hair was still a disheveled mess from his horrid bedhead. 

“ You’re up early,” You replied normally as you turned your attention back to your book,” by the way, your tie is crooked, might want to fix that, yeah?” 

You and Kuroo were both in the same year but you two didn’t officially get acquainted until your fourth year when he had “accidentally” spilled butterbeer all over you and then attempted to wipe it off with his bare hand. 

“ Shit, I-I am so sorry! Let me just-”

“ Can you stop feeling me up and get me a napkin instead, you creep?” 

“ A creep? I’m nothing short of a gentleman- speaking of which, are you dating anyone by chance?” 

“ Are you joking? As if I would be under the accompaniment of a clumsy Ravenclaw like yourself.” 

Your vow was fully ignored and by some weird alignment of the planets, you two had been inseparable since. Of course, Kuroo still spent his time over the past two years trying to woe you in some way and while you used to find yourself flustered over his charm, you managed to get used to the constant flirting between the two of you. 

Who were you kidding, the flirting was mostly one-sided unless you weren’t exhausted trying to think of witty comebacks to try and get him stumbling over his words like the first time you two met. 

However, you weren’t blind. You were bold enough to admit to yourself that over the years, Kuroo got progressively wittier, taller, and yes, possibly more attractive. You would never admit it out loud but there was a slight possibility you were starting to see him in a different light.

Nonetheless, you figured feelings like those would just come and go, and surely you didn’t actually have feelings for him. 

Kuroo looked down at his tie and shrugged nonchalantly before fixing it,” I was tossing and turning all night, poor Akaashi had to sleep in the common room because I was keeping him up too. Quidditch tryouts are this afternoon and I’m hoping we can get a strong team together so we can keep up our legacy.”

“ First-year as captain and you’re already nervous,” You clicked your tongue against your teeth as you took another bite of your raspberry scone, utilizing the silence between the two of you as you finished chewing,” hopefully Ravenclaw will get some wins this year. You know, for your own sake and my sanity.” 

“ Okay ouch, first of all, you know you’re not supposed to eat in the library it’s forbidden,” Kuroo crossed his arms playfully over his chest as you only hummed in response,” and second of all, maybe if I had someone special cheering me on, I would do immensely better.”  

You knew he was only being smug since you always showed up to his games but nothing was more entertaining than watching Kuroo practically gush over Quidditch only for you to act somewhat disinterested. 

“ Aw, do you want me to show up with some blue and bronze paint over my face? Maybe even bring a poster with your name on it with little hearts decorated on the border because I have sooo much free time on my hands?” You teased as you played with your hair while pouting back up at him, relishing in the way he shifted from side to side,” honestly Kuroo, you know I have better things to do than to watch you fly around like a lunatic.” 

Kuroo smirked to himself but said nothing to retaliate as he offered his hands to help you out of your seat once he saw the time,” Come on, you know Slughorn will throw another fit if we’re late again and by the looks of it, you can’t afford falling behind.” 

For a moment, you thought that maybe you had gone too far. His response was almost disappointing in contrast to how he would usually retort with something wittier of the sort but it was out of your control now. 

You closed your textbook and grabbed Kuroo’s hands so he could help you off the leather couch but once he got you up to your feet, his strong grip on your hands didn’t release. 

Your chests were almost touching and the distance between you two was so small, you could distinctively smell his signature vanilla aftershave that he put on every morning. You looked down at your hands that were fitted perfectly against his as Kuroo leaned down close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

“ Don’t act so coy, Y/N. I know you would love nothing more than to wear my jersey so that everyone else could know you like me.”

You could feel the heat rise from your chest to your ears as you slipped your hands out from his to hold your textbook to your chest, as if it would cool you down. You fiddled with the spine of the textbook as a distraction as Kuroo smiled back innocently at you to give you time to compose yourself. 

“ D-Don’t say things like that, you’re my friend and that’s all,” You stammered as you slapped his shoulder to make the tension less thick,” and wipe that grin off your face, you look like an idiot!” 

Kuroo laughed, easing whatever tension was left in the air as he bumped your shoulder with his, “ Fine, fine, I’ll stop but only because you’re my special friend.”

“ You’re the worst.” 

“ And you love it.”

“ Are you sure we’re doing this right?” You asked Kuroo as he sprinkled in the powdered moonstone while you stirred the concoction slowly. 

You surveyed the room as you watched your fellow classmates fail miserably at the assignment at hand, some being greeted with thick clouds of smoke while others potions just combusted into flames. 

You flinched at the sound of shrieking and looked up to see Sugawara and Daichi backing away from their cauldron as a mass of black tar started to slither out towards them. Slughorn had warned everyone that this potion was tricky to master but you didn’t think it would be this difficult and as time passed, the more anxious you grew. 

Kuroo, as unbothered as ever, looked down at the instructions for a moment before turning his attention back at the cauldron,” Yep, triple checked it and everything. You sure are nervous today.”

“ I’m always nervous during this class, you know I’m awful at potions. Plus look what happened to Oikawa, he’s in the hospital wing because of this lab.” 

“ He’ll be fine, the flames weren’t too high, he probably just lost an eyebrow,” Kuroo teased, trying to keep your mind at bay,” are you sure you’re not nervous because we’re concocting Amorentia?” 

You continued to stir the mixture carefully as you only scoffed,” Why would I be nervous of a silly little love potion?” 

“ First off, Amorentia is one of the most powerful love potions in existence so show some respect,” Kuroo said as you only rolled your eyes back at him,” And second of all, maybe you’re nervous because this will finally prove that you have feelings for me.” 

“ Knock it off before I send you to the hospital wing nerd,” You replied hastily as Kuroo put his hands up in defense,” Are you sure you’re not the nervous one? You’ve been acting weird since class has started...like more mouthy than usual.” 

If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve gone the whole lesson completely oblivious to Kuroo’s nervous tics, but after years of being friends, you knew better than to pass them off as normal tendencies. 

Kuroo rubbed the corner of the textbook page between his fingers as his eyes read the directions over again to try and ground himself in his thoughts. He had re-read the same step of the last instruction for the past couple of minutes to look occupied but his facade was starting to fall apart. 

“ If you paid more attention to the assignment instead of me, maybe you would pass the class, huh?” Kuroo smirked to try and ease your mind but the action only made you feel more annoyed. 

“ Enough with this back and forth, are we almost done? You’ve been reading the last step for a while now, is it that hard or are you just stupid today?” You nudged Kuroo out of the way and bent your body over the table to read the last step, wanting nothing more than to get this class over with. 

Kuroo watched as you began to stir the concoction slowly, his eyes trained on the top of the cauldron to watch for any sign of steam. 

“ What color are the spirals supposed to be?” You asked as a dark, pink-colored steam started to slowly rise from the mixture,” did he say pink was right or purple? Maybe red I don’t even remember.” 

Kuroo carefully leaned closer beside you to get a better look at the steam,”Looks right to me. You smell anything?” 

“ The only thing I can smell is that god awful aftershave of yours so back up.” 

You leaned your forearms on the table and took in a deep breath of the potion. Almost instantly, you felt a comforting warmth spread throughout your body that started in your chest and moved all the way down to your head and toes. You felt your body completely relax and it felt almost similar to the feeling of submerging yourself into a hot bath after a long day. 

It would make absolutely no sense to describe the scents as something so oddly familiar and distinct while not being obvious at all yet that was where your headspace was as you tried to identify the scents. 

Almost immediately, once you pinpointed one scent, the rest came flooding in one after another,” I smell something like cinder-a burning logfire...and....I know what this is it’s kinda like- oh, broomstick polish!” 

You took into another deep breath to try and identify the last scent but you couldn’t put a name to the scent which only made you more frustrated. 

“ Kuroo, can you help me? I can’t figure out the last scent,” You sighed as Kuroo closed his eyes to take a turn, even though he could already pinpoint a few scents from his spot,” do you smell the logfire too?” 

Kuroo only smiled to himself as he felt the warmth spread across his body before shaking his head,” That’s not how it works. Our scents would be different for example, I smell…freshly clean linen, old parchment paper, and… butterbeer froth.”

Once the words left Kuroo’s mouth, he opened his eyes and turned to you to read your reaction. He looked for something, anything behind those eyes of yours to watch it all click in your head but as usual, you were completely oblivious to the huge hint he had given you. 

“ Lucky you, I wish I could smell what you can- this is harder than I thought,” You pouted as you noticed some of your other classmates were getting distracted by you and Kuroo’s Amortentia,” maybe we did this wrong.”

“ We did it right, don’t worry,” Kuroo cleared his throat as he gave you a nudge with his shoulder which only made you nudge him back even harder,” maybe you should try again, think really hard. Try to see where you recognize the scent instead of what it is.” 

You closed your eyes and just like before, the same warm sensation flooded your body but this time, you could feel yourself leaning closer and closer to the cauldron, almost as if the potion was pulling you in deeper. 

“ Burning logfire, broomstick polish and…” You took in another deep breath but you were only meet with more frustration,” for the last time, can you give me some space, Kuroo? I swear all I can smell is your-.” 

You opened your eyes and practically pulled yourself away from the table once an unsettling realization had started to develop quickly in your mind. You knew exactly what the scent was but there was that lingering sensation in your mind that still tried to convince itself that for once, maybe you were wrong. 

Kuroo let out a breathy laugh as the back of your neck and ears began to grow hot,” Something the matter-”

Without thinking, you grabbed Kuroo’s collar and pulled him down to your eye level. Kuroo’s face started to grow red as you brushed your nose against the side of his neck to get a better smell. You had to be going crazy, there was no way- it all had to be a trick. 

“ Are you sure we did this right? You’re absolutely positive?” You asked softly as you let go of his collar. 

Kuroo smoothed out his collar and nodded as he looked back at the cauldron,”I’m absolutely positive- why are you freaking out?” 

Because I smell your stupid vanilla aftershave. 

“ I’m not freaking out,” You lied through your teeth as you turned your attention to Slughorn as he dismissed the class for the day,” You know what, I’m actually not feeling well- Can you clean up for me? I’m feeling a little lightheaded.”

“Y/N-”

“ I’ll see you around,” You gathered your things quickly but as you reached for your potions book, Kuroo snatched it off the table and held it behind his back,”enough Kuroo, give it back.” 

“ Clean linen, parchment, and butterbeer froth,” Kuroo listed as you tried to grab your book from behind his back but Kuroo was quick to hold it above his head,”did you hear me?” 

You looked up at how high he was holding your textbook and as embarrassing as it was, you decided to hold on to the little dignity you had left and not jump up and down for it. 

“ Yes I heard you but I don’t care.” 

“ You do care and you’re not listening to me. I smelled clean linen, parchment paper, and butterbeer froth so now it’s your turn, what did you smell?” Kuroo asked, this time a bit louder. It was obvious in the way he was enunciating his words that he was trying to lead you down a certain conversation but you were slow to pick up on it. 

You didn’t want to tell him, all you wanted to do was go back to bed and pretend as though this day had never happened. The idea that all this time you actually had real feelings for Kuroo only made you feel flustered. 

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of liking someone like him but for years, you had convinced him and seemingly everyone else that you would never have feelings for Kuroo. In reality, you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

“ Do we have to do this right now?” You asked softly as you nodded over to Slughorn who was dusting the corners of his desk but it was obvious he was eavesdropping on the conversation. 

Without missing a beat, Kuroo nodded and lowered your textbook back down to hand it to you.

“ You’re right, we should discuss this someplace quiet and private, how does dinner sound?”

You shook your head at the boy as you tried to grab your textbook from him but you couldn’t pry it off his strong grip,“ Quit flirting with me, now isn’t the time.” 

Kuroo couldn’t take it anymore; the years of endlessly flirting and being ignored was taking a toll on his pride and he couldn’t stand it. He knew you were prideful but this was on a whole different level.

“ Now is the perfect time since now I know you like me after all.”

“ How- I do not-”

“ You’re a terrible liar Y/N, the aftershave was a dead giveaway and I don’t know whether or not I’m more hurt by the fact that you’re too embarrassed to admit you like me or that you think my aftershave is god awful,” Kuroo said as he loosened his grip on the book so you could take it from his hands,” aren’t you tired of pretending you don’t have feelings for me?” 

You carefully took back your textbook as if it was a fragile vase and held it close to your chest as if you were shielding your heart. 

“ For the record, I don’t think it’s god awful, I just think you put on way too much,” You mumbled as Kuroo stood up straighter,” and I’m not tired of pretending, maybe I don’t like you or maybe I do have feelings for you.”

“ But maybe you like me more than you dislike me, am I right?”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed it after thinking his words over for a moment,“Emphasis on maybe...but don’t let it get to your head. You get one date so don’t ruin it.” 

Even though it wasn’t the confession Kuroo wanted, it was the only confirmation he needed to hear from you to let him know that the feelings were mutual. 

Kuroo couldn’t help but wear a huge goofy smile on his face as he collected his things and followed your lead as you both started to walk out the classroom. You and Kuroo politely nodded and said goodbye to Slughorn, who was pretending to read the textbooks along the shelves. 

Once you two left the classroom, Kuroo’s hand slide down beside yours and started to play with your fingers carefully. Your hand recoiled from the feeling but once you made sure the hallway was clear of any onlookers, you let your hand slide back down and let his fingers intertwine with yours. 

“ You know, I knew you really liked me, I called it since day one-” 

“ Okay, that’s enough Kuroo.” 

“ You said and I quote,’As if I would be under the accompaniment of a clumsy Ravenclaw like yourself’ and look at you now, holding hands with one!”

You shook your head at him and wondered to yourself if this is how things would be now yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to hide the small smile on your face,”You’re the worst.” 

Kuroo squeezed your hand in his and shared the same lovey-dovey grin on his face,” and you love it.” 

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It’s Our Nature

["You know, Grug. Eventually, Eep and Guy, they're going to want to start their own pack. Just like we did, it's our nature."] Grug is confused about when his little girl stopped being so little, perhaps its time Gran and Ugga tried reminding him it wasn't too long ago he was just like Guy and Eep are now. [Pre!A New Age, contains Guy/Eep and Grug/Ugga fluff/One-Shot]

You can read it here on Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13785964/1/It-s-Our-Nature

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28525908

Please leave a read and a review ~ Thank you ~It was really hard sometimes for Grug to accept his little girl wasn't so little anymore. She'd always been stuck like tar to his side and would demand stories as a young child. The old cave walls were filled with tiny hand prints he never realized had grown bigger until Guy came along and forced him to be reminded Eep was indeed a woman. She was nineteen summers old and the fact wasn't lost on anyone who had functioning eyes in their head. 

Fathers only saw with their hearts though and inside Grug's his daughter was still that rambunctious sweet little girl who needed him to protect her. That also included suitors.

"Grug you're brooding again," he heard Ugga say from behind him.

"This is just my face." Grug shifted his weight from where he sat lounging against his favorite rock. 

"Trust me, I can see them just as clearly as you can." 

Grug couldn't help but stiffen at her call out of his snooping. Was it really spying though if the two were out in the open? They were together by the beach with Chunky playing third wheel. The demanding feline squeezed his way between them when he felt they were being too touchy. Or maybe it was just Grug self projecting, his cat generally liked being the center of attention. Guy and Eep were fishing by hand in the water but it soon turned into a game of seeing who could out run the tide first whilst trying to knock the other down. Chunky kept getting confused by this activity as he shook droplets off his wet paws. 

Eep was in the lead by at least seven points, it wasn't like Grug was keeping track though. "Why didn't you tell me sooner Eep was all grown up?" Grug side eyed his mate who just laughed at him. 

"She's up to your shoulder and gives you a hard time like every teenager, I thought it was obvious." Ugga nudged him with her elbow, her small hands were busy threading a bone needle with sinew as she sewed new clothes for her family. 

"Well… she was always a stubborn girl and big for her age," he quipped as he crossed his arms.

"And then she got that doe-eyed look when mister-you-know-who showed up." Ugga batted her eyelashes playfully in emphasis and folded her hands beneath her chin a moment. It was hard to keep a straight face, Ugga quickly laughed it off. Grug set his jaw in a very uncharacteristic pout.

"Never should have stuffed him in the log," Grug said with less heart than he actually felt. Sure, he enjoyed roughing the kid up sometimes and making a big show of being upset seeing Eep with Guy but in truth he was fond of the… guy. It was still his job as a dad to scare Guy a little. 

"Oh don't say that, he's practically our son now."

"Does that mean I need to protect him from Eep then?" He kept the edge of hope out of his voice the best he could as he faced his mate.

Ugga rested her chin on her fist thoughtfully, she put the needle safely away as she watched the two lovebirds chase one another on the beach. "You might, honestly," Ugga said with a warm voice. "She's a handful."

He heard a startled yelp from the shore and got to enjoy the sight of Guy yet again face planting in the sand. Eep pounced over his toppled form, he was spitting sand from his mouth.

"Gotta be faster than that!" She shouted with a victorious smile. 

Guy mustered the energy to mockingly look at her like he was bothered but the toothy grin that spread on his face afterward said otherwise. 

"Lovesick idiots," remarked Gran as she hobbled over to join them. She watched Eep and Guy fondly despite her toughness. "What I wouldn't give to be their age again. Especially with a boy like him, where was he fifty summers ago?"

"Ugh, I don't need that mental image," Grug mumbled with a shudder, his face surly. 

"Aw Grug. Don't you remember what it was like to be young and in love?"

"I do, and that's why I'm worried!" Grug jutted a thumb behind him and caught the confused blank stare Guy gave the group at catching their gossip. "Young and hot blooded, Ugga."

Eep went over to haul Guy back up by the scruff of his neck. She shot Grug an embarrassed and irritated look that was muffled by her wild mane of red hair. "Ugh… Dad, we can hear you!"

"Good! So keep your hands to yourselves! You don't want little Eeps!" Grug paused. "I don't want more little Eeps, one of you is plenty!"

Guy gaped at them like a suffocating fish, Gran guffawed and shook her head. "Let them be, lunkhead. Not like they'll do anything in front of us, eh?" The two younger children of the Croods clan, Sandy and Thunk, looked up in confusion from where they were busy playing with Douglas a short distance away.

Eep pulled the curtain of hair over her eyes and wished for the ground to swallow her. Guy rubbed the back of his neck at the narrow eyed look Grug shot him. 

Ugga rolled her eyes and began to try shooing the old woman off. "Mom, please."

"Come now, it's my generational right to tease the youngsters." Gran reached forward with her staff to hook it under the back of Grug's pelt shirt. She jerked it up with more speed than a lady her age should have, causing Grug to choke a moment as he grabbed for the shirt collar. "See? Like that! Sides, I got plenty of blackmail about you two turtledoves too. Grug was pathetic."

Grug eyed her with a pointed glare once he was free of her pesky walking stick. Gran was unbothered, only grinned a toothy smile as she flopped comfortably onto the sand. She glanced towards Eep who perked at the potential to embarrass her father for once. It was hard to miss the mischievous wink she sent her granddaughter. Grug didn't like the curious glint in those green eyes as his spunky daughter practically skidded to seat herself near Gran. Guy followed clumsily as she had a vice grip on his hand. How Eep hadn't pulled his shoulder out along the way, Grug would never know.

It wasn't long until the entire family were seated in front of Gran. Thunk had Douglas in his lap and Sandy was curled around Belt who cooed at the attention. Ugga gave her mate a look that was screaming 'you brought this on yourself', Grug resigned himself to his fate out of pride. Real men didn't run from such things and as the patriarch he refused to be cowed by silly stories of when he was courting Ugga. 

"What was dad like with mom?" Eep asked as she leaned forward, grinning. She looked at Grug who just huffed. 

"Like I said, utter mushy rotten fruit. You think Guy is tooth rotting, you should have seen your father in his day." Guy pouted at being the butt of the joke as usual, he cast his dark eyes at Grug. He smirked as if to boast at the boy, smug that he wasn't going down alone in this evening razzing. "I wanted to chuck a rock at him every time he came to see Ugga."

Some of Guy's pride was built back up again though when Eep fondly rubbed shoulders with him. Grug began to wonder if it really was self-projecting this time when Chunky nosed his way between the young couple for a snuggle. Guy looked startled whilst Eep just scratched the Macawnivore between the ears.

Ugga decided to play traitor this night. "Mom how about you tell the kids about that time when Grug went on that big errand you gave him."

Grug couldn't help but wince and gave Ugga a scowl. The little minx had the nerve to grin innocently at him despite the betrayal. 

"Big errand?" Guy echoed, he was barely visible from under Chunky's massive form.

"That story is my favorite," Gran cackled with a devious gleam in her eye. "And see Guy, back in our day if you wanted to court a woman you had to do something for the head of the family! Gramp was dead so I got to pick the task. Bless that heart attack he had."

Eep and Guy shared a look before both teenagers gazed questionably at Grug. He fidgeted before rolling his eyes. "That was Yesterday stuff. Besides, Guy saved us from The End with all his weird ideas so… consider the tab paid off."

"That brain thing of yours is really useful," Eep agreed with a girlish tone. 

Guy blushed red at the compliment but didn't shy away from it. If anything it just made him glow proudly. "There's more where that came from," he quipped and knocked his knuckles lightly against his temple.

Grug almost wished he'd missed the bright, lovesick smiles the two shared despite Chunky barring them apart to the best of his ability. The desire for his daughter's happiness won out though, luckily for Guy who beamed. Even protective fathers and clingy Macawnivores weren't enough to stop true love it seemed.

"Anyway… it's no secret I didn't like your dad. So I came up with the most impossible task ever to earn Ugga." Gran licked her dry lips as she grunted, "Of course Grug had to go and actually do it."

"What did you make dad do?" 

"Told him to go get a hair off a naked molephant."

Guy blinked. "But naked molephants don't have hair."

"Well, this is Grug so of course the nincompoop found the one blasted molephant that had hair." Grug let himself puff his chest out like a peacock preening its feathers. 

"Yeah, well, you should have known better when you set me out on a job, Gran." He gave his mother-in-law a catty grin, for now he could relish in a past victory that smarted her way back when.

Eep looked at her grandmother mischievously. "So… when does the story get good?"

Ugga snickered, by now she had abandoned her sewing to sit between Thunk and Sandy. Thunk leaned against his mother as the woman combed her fingers through his scruffy mop of hair. "When he came back with his tunic ripped apart by a tusk," Ugga interjected.

"Wow," Thunk said in awe, turning his eyes to stare at Grug. Grug appreciated at least one Crood wasn't laughing at him. "How'd you do that?"

Gran cocked an eyebrow with a chuckle. "Yeah Grug, tell them."

Grug crossed his arms moodily. "Just for the record, it was a real life or death battle getting that stupid hair."

"Ugga was sewing his left buttocks for weeks," Gran said with a slap to her knee, the memory made her lifetime, really. She lifted her bony hands up to gesture with those old curled fingers of hers a measurement. "He's got a scar like this—"

"—ANYWAY! Like I was saying," Grug grumbled. He turned his attention back to his family. He scooped up a clump of sand and clay from the ground below and drew a vaguely person-like shape into the rock he had been lounging on. Then he drew a beast with tusks and a long nose next to him. "It was a battle of life and death, there I was, twenty two summers old—"

It was pure spite that kept him going hours after setting forth into the desert. Gran was convinced he couldn't win her daughter as his mate, and so when the old lizard raised the stakes he was determined to prove her wrong. He would get Ugga, she was something special and worth more than daylight itself.

He loved her and if it took getting a stupid molephant hair to be with her then so be it. Gran had been making him jump through hurdles since the day he'd met Ugga, it was no secret they shared a mutual loathing for each other. It also came from the same selfless affection the two had for Ugga, though Grug would have thought knowing he made her daughter happy was enough for her. Growling under his breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow. 

There was still a good five knuckles before the sun would set, he'd find it before then. Either that or he was going to face the dangers night brought—

“You? Staying outside at night?” Eep sounded doubtful.

“...yes,” Grug huffed. 

“See? Big mush,” Gran interrupted.

"Can I finish? Nobody interrupted this much back in the cave," he grumbled moodily.

—He was sure the beast was around here somewhere as he took a cautionary sniff of the dry, dusty air. Grug could see footprints inbedded in the barren and broken ground that sand didn't cover yet. Running onwards, he pressed his knuckles into the ground as he paced himself. 

Grug crossed the desert quickly and ignored the aching in his palms and feet from the hot tough earth. He was built strong and a little pain wouldn't stop his pride. He paused when the scent grew stronger, flaring his nostrils he climbed up a nearby tree to survey what was around. The sun was strong against his eyes and Grug strained through the bright rays of light to see a dark speck in the distance. In a nearby canyon below, Grug finally found what he was looking for—

"What about never being afraid?" Thunk asked his father.

Grug looked at Thunk before settling his dark eyes on his beloved Ugga. "I was afraid," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I wanted to impress your mother more. Being stubborn and hormonal is a terrible mix."

"You stubborn? No!" Eep exclaimed with a teasing grin. Guy gave her a playful look from where he was walled by Chunky.

Grug made a vague gesture with his hand and he relished in the confused faces Eep and Guy made when Chunky pressed his full weight against both of them. Guy yelped for mercy as Eep tugged on the cheeky feline that was crushing him into the sand.

"Grug! Please call him off!" A large paw cuffed his head, Guy's words quickly muffled.

"Dad!"

Grug suppressed a grin as he went back to his story. "I found the molephant so what was next was getting the hair—"

Grug couldn't say how long it took climbing down that cliff wall to reach the level the molephant was at. It was risky and went against what Grug practiced in his beliefs. Caution and fear kept him alive this long, yet here he was about to go harass an molephant for some hair it might or might not have. Dread pooled in his belly and made him cold, going after more beasts was not how he wanted this to go. Breathing heavily through his gritted teeth, Grug crept as quietly as he could across the canyon. There were many tall and small rocks around that would provide cover should he need to hide.

Grug didn't have a brain, cavemen didn't use those. At least he didn't and it showed when he found himself running full speed away from a rampaging molephant. He relied on his gut instinct to weave and dodge its massive tusks that were swung at him. Grug scrambled and whenever he managed to get close, the creature stomped it's way towards him with a vengeance.

He bit back a curse when a tusk just barely ripped part of his tunic at his chest—

"—so this is when the story gets to the best part," Eep interrupted with a cheeky hum. She'd since rescued Guy from the weight of Chunky and had him cuddled protectively in her arms. She rested her chin on his mused up brown hair. Guy idly stroked one of her hands that were interlocked at his neck and chest.

"I thought it was always at the best part," Thunk quipped in a confused voice to his sister.

"If I say anything else I'm worried I'll become Macawnivore food," Guy said and tipped his head to the side with a huff. 

Ugga smiled at her children as Grug shot them a look to be silent. "Look if you want to laugh at me can I finish this up then first?"

Gran reached her staff out to bop Eep over the head, her bushy red hair cushioned the blow. "Yeah, hush your tongue." 

Eep huffed when she felt Guy trying to muffle his grin into her arm. Grug shook his head at the sight, feeling a fond nostalgia swell within him despite the protective instinct. He looked at Ugga and she just arched a brow at her mate. Grug turned back to telling the story, large fingers drawing more on the rock.

"The molephant was putting up a good fight but your old dad was better—"

—He was swearing aloud and screaming as he hung onto the tusk by his shirt. Grug was glad he didn't feel wounded but this was just a disaster waiting to happen. Even the molephant seemed dismayed at the fact he now had the man stuck on his face. It kept rampaging and Grug strained against the beast in order to sink his feet forcibly into the hard earth. Dust filled the air and with his innate strength, Grug managed to swing his body around to grab it by its tusk. The molephant slowed and leaned back to buck, swinging Grug off after a lot of effort. 

He was thrown through the air and scrambled to find his feet as he rolled like a big boulder. Dazed, Grug just barely got out of the way of the molephant as it charged him. Panting, Grug finally saw the hair on its angrily swishing tail. It groaned in frustration and Grug realized the molephant had gotten its massive body stuck between two rocks. Panicked and running strictly on adrenaline, Grug reached forward to yank off a clump of hair from its tail. It trumpeted its distress, Grug began to rush away but there was the sound movement. He dared to look behind him, yelling out he did all he could to escape the incredibly pissed off beast.

It only took one stupid stumble to find that in that split moment he was thrown into the air. Pain flowered under his back and rump. The last seconds felt like they were slow motion as he landed harshly into a patch of huge, prickly brambles. Everything went blurry and before he knew it, there was nothing...

He'd awoken to darkness and the scent of blood in his nose. He was tangled upside down in a bramble bush and covered in an uncomfortable amount of burrs. There was also pain in his rear end and back, Grug noted with a groan. However the panic he felt for that hair won out his concern for his current state. He couldn't go back without that blasted hair!

He froze his struggling at a sound in the distance and cowardly he hunkered down the best he could whilst suspended in the air head facing down. However, it soon turned into a voice. "...Grug! Grug?!'

"Ugga?!" He whispered harshly and in the moonlight he saw the cavewoman trotting cautiously on all fours. "I'm over here!"

Ugga hurried towards him and gave him a worried once over. Grug grinned at her concern until she scowled, harshly tugging on his ear like he was an impudent child. "Are you asking for a death wish, Grug?! Look at you! I can't believe you took mom seriously!"

"...it's good to see you too, Ugga," he grunted, pressing a hand to his ear to drown out the headache she gave him.

Ugga circled him with careful gray eyes as she tried to figure out how to get him down. "You are lucky no hungry predators sniffed you out first before I did," Ugga continued to scold.

Grug stiffened at the mention of such a risk and reached an arm to grab her shoulder as if it would protect her. "You shouldn't even be out here," he grumbled back.

"I know but after hearing mom laughing it up with the tribe about this stupid errand I needed to find you," Ugga hissed, pulling away to give him another stink eye. "I'm so mad at you right now."

"Yeah well once I find where that dumb hair went I'll be the one laughing at her!" Grug exclaimed, wiggling in an attempt to dislodge himself. 

"Would you hold still? You're just going to make yourself worse," she complained and began to tear at the thicket with her strong, calloused hands.

Grug, being the stubborn man he was, continued to squirm this way and that. "I can get down myself," he huffed.

Ugga threw her hands up in frustration before yanking at a cord of bramble. "You have a head made of rocks, Grug."

Grug opened his mouth to argue back before suddenly falling. He cried out when his head hit the ground, grabbing at his neck in pain of the impact. Nursing a bump that felt like some giant goose egg, Ugga examined his tunic.

She made a noise through her teeth in fret. "How are you not dead right now?"

"I don't know!" He said with a growl, shuffling to sit up. Everything hurt from his skull to his toes that spread out in the pulse of his blood. "But between you, your mom and that molephant, all of you are really trying to bury me!"

Ugga rolled her eyes and spun him around, she pulled up his shirt before Grug could even protest. "You're lucky," she sighed, relief warming her voice. "That molephant tusk missed a major arterie. Really ruined your tunic though."

He softened and reached a hand out to touch her arm. "I got other shirts."

"It's probably going to scar. Can you walk?" Ugga faced him once again, he couldn't help but frown as he watched her wipe her bloody palm in the sand. My blood, Grug thought with a pained wince.

The adrenaline of the moment and even beyond it was wearing off, Grug really wanted to go back to his cave to nurse his wounds and ego. "I think so. Um… help balance me?" 

A smile lit up her face and Grug wondered if it was the blood loss or her that made him sway breathlessly. "Sure." Ugga offered her arm to him which he took.

However, he stopped with a groan. "Ugh… wait. The hair, I'm not going back without that hair!"

"Forget the hair, Grug. Mom will get over it."

"Oh no! Ugga, I'll never hear the end of it if I don't give her that stupid hair!" Grug let go of Ugga to try peering through the darkness on the ground, crouching on his knuckles.

Ugga put her hands on her hips. "What is so important about getting my mom this hair? Naked molephants don't even have hair."

Grug just stuck a finger at her triumphantly. "Yes, yes they do and I swear to the sun it's not just me getting loopy from all this blood loss."

"Grug, you're scaring me," Ugga said in a deadpanned tone, brows arched.

"That old lizard can't keep us apart anymore after this," he continued to ramble on and on.

"Grug…"

"If it's a hair that ancient fossil wants in order to get her out of mine for good then so be it," he continued.

"Grug!" 

"What?!"

"If you want to be my mate so bad why don't you just ask me yourself?"

Grug stopped his frantic search and stiffened up like a ribbit being hunted by a liyote. He turned to face her and saw she looked disappointed, arms crossed over her muscular chest. "Um… excuse me?" He wanted to kick himself for stuttering, he wasn't a boy anymore.

"I'm not something to trade for, and the fact you actually went through with it astounds me." Ugga shook her head with a sigh. 

Grug shuffled his weight uncomfortably, he'd never been good at addressing his feelings out in the open like that. Even if it was for Ugga whom he loved dearly. "I know you're not an object, Ugga."

"Then why ask mom?"

"I… I don't know. I guess… I got tired of her talking badly about, you know… us." Grug looked at her with a frown, uncharacteristically vulnerable. 

Ugga reached out to cup his cheek in her hand as she stood in front of him. "Mom says a lot of things, you really need to tune her out."

He turned his head to brush his nose against her palm in a fond gesture, slouching. "She always says I'm no good for you, Ugga."

"Well, lucky for us mom isn't the one you have to court. It's me." She leaned back on her heels, still stroking his face with a gentle touch for a woman as fierce as Ugga. 

"I'm just saying, getting her to shut up would be a win win to this mess." Grug shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive way, a small grin on his face.

Ugga rolled her eyes at him. "You and your manly pride are going to get you into trouble."

"If I'm already in trouble I might as well finish up," he quipped. Grug found his molephant hair amongst the broken debris the molephant had left in its rampaging wake, he’d lifted it up triumphantly in the moonlight. Ugga shook her head. “Okay, now, we can go back!”

When they returned, the sun had started to rise over the desert as dawn chased off the night. Gran had stood outside the dwelling she shared with Ugga, her scowl etched deep into her wrinkled features. The other families were creeping out of their dens in preparation of the morning hunt and foraging, their curious eyes were shocked to see Grug limping back into the canyon with Ugga supporting his hulking mass.

Grug shoved the wad of hair into Gran's face with a low growl, "Here's your stupid hair!" The old woman took it with muted shock for once, gaping mouth wide as she looked between Grug and Ugga. With a burst of adrenaline and pride, he looped his massive arm around Ugga's waist to haul her over his shoulder.

She gave a startled laugh, lightly smacking her fists into his back. "We're going back to this tradition, are we?"

"I gotta make sure your mom doesn't try anything again, you're as good as mine now," Grug huffed, limping with his Ugga secured in his grasp like she weighed light as a feather.

"You're too much, Grug."

"You've never complained before," he shot back with a grin.

"C'mon big guy, I think all that blood loss is affecting your head. Let me patch you up."

Grug headed for his cave, merry that he'd gotten Ugga and at the same time shut that awful lizard of a mother-in-law up. It costed him his pride, he noted, it was hard to ignore the snickering of the families around them. He only bared his teeth at them which seemed to work for the moment. Once his back was turned the whispering and giggling continued.

Ugga merely pressed her forehead into the back of his neck and it made everything better… least until Gran moved in but that was a different story for another tomorrow. 

Grug finished his story with flourish, loosely drawing what seemed to be a lopsided circle around the two images presenting Ugga and himself. 

"I like that story," Eep said, a bit dreamily as she looked at the pictures. "It wasn't really embarrassing though."

"It was if you were there," Grug scoffed as he wiped his clay covered hands on his pelt.

"Well, it still makes me laugh at least," Gran said from where she sat, cackling. 

"You laugh at anything that has me getting beat up," he pointed out, surprisingly with a much more amiable tone.

"Not true, now that you learned some jokes I laugh at other things too."

Ugga smiled fondly at her mate, letting Thunk sit up so she could go wrap her arms around his bicep in a hug. "Thank you," Ugga said, rubbing her nose into his cheek. 

Grug softened and felt his ears burn, giving her a small smile. His eyes fell to his audience and he couldn't help lingering on Eep who still had Guy draped in her lap. They were gazing at one another like nobody else existed around them for the moment, Guy lifting a finger to fondly boop her nose.

Ugga shook her head. "Let them be, you remember what it was like still." She patted his arm fondly with a knowing smile.

Grug huffed but said nothing, just reluctantly looked away from the two lovestruck teenagers. "I've been lounging around too much anyway." He tried shrugging off the blatant teenage romance going on right in front of him. "Since they're busy, dinner duty is on me now." The plan had been fish but he knew that failed disastrously from the word go. 

He grabbed Thunk by the shoulder and the boy protested a moment, Douglas scampered between their legs as Grug lead the way towards the woodland hugging the beachfront. Ugga watched Grug go, sighing like she was a girl of twenty summers old again. She reached down to grab Sandy who wiggled in her arms, Ugga tucked her under her elbow without batting an eye over the feral snarling. She cast one last look at Eep and Guy before walking off herself, intending to put Sandy down for a nap.

"C'mon you little scamp," Ugga told her daughter. "You need all the rest you can get for when Dada comes back with food."

"Hey… where did everybody go?" Eep found a moment to look away from Guy to realize the clearing had been well… cleared out. Only one that remained was Gran, the old battle ax of a woman rolled her eyes.

Guy lingered his gaze on her still. "I don't know but you are still here so it's not a problem yet for me."

She fought off a smile best she could but failed at his widening one.

"About time the two of you joined us back in this world," she grunted in a teasing tone, her joints creaking as she pushed herself to her feet.

"Oh, hey Gran." Guy waved a hand idly in her direction. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eep inquired, huffing.

"Oh, you know very well what I mean," Gran replied, stretching a kink out of her back. She gave a satisfied sigh at the pop, leaning comfortably against her stick. "Anyway lovebirds… I want my afternoon nap now. Laughing at Grug really wipes an old lady out."

"Hold on a second!" Eep exclaimed, springing up to her feet. She unceremoniously hefted Guy up in her arms as she did so, his dark eyes only startled for a second. "Why is that story your favorite, really?" Eep asked with a squint.

She put Guy back on his own two feet though clung to his bicep. He leaned against her solid form without a thought, it came as easy as breathing air. "You and Grug didn't seem to have the best relationship," Guy added thoughtfully as he looked at her.

Gran huffed through what was left of her teeth, shaking her head. "It reminds me of how foolishly in love you two are," she chuckled at the matching blushes on their faces. "Being so devoted that you go and do something stupid to prove it. I'd watch your back Guy, Grug knows he can get you to climb in Chunky's mouth if it means Eep is your reward for it."

"Eep isn't a thing," he sputtered.

Eep couldn't help but playfully jab his ribs. "I'm not a catch then?"

"Of course you are!" Even at her most gentle, Eep knocked the wind out of him and he was wheezing.

"See! That is what I mean," Gran cackled as she reached out to pat Guy fondly on the shoulder. "Lovesick idiot. Eep has you down pat. That's okay though, us ladies like a man who's easy to boss around." She winked at Eep and Guy.

She heard Eep's disgruntled scoff as she turned away, a mischievous grin tugging her old lips. "Do try to behave yourselves. Well, I'll say ta-ta for now, loves." Leaving the two to their own devices at last, Gran began to hobble off after the direction her daughter Ugga had gone.

Guy stared at the pathway until Gran was a mere speck and turned to look at Eep. "Am I easy to boss around?"

"Behave ourselves," Eep said, pouting. "She's acting like we have no restraint!"

Guy chuckled with a teasing grin, leaning down to brush his lips against the hinge of her jaw. She immediately melted. "Maybe she's kinda right about that, at least," he mumbled against her chin. 

Eep nuzzled herself closer to him, feeling his breath fan her neck. “We probably shouldn’t prove her right, you know how Gran is.”

Guy just huffed and began to pepper her neck and face in kisses, Eep had no complaints despite her playful refusal. Rebellion just came with being young, even if the old codger would relish in teasing them later for it.

[hey-hamlet]

53- don’t praise the all mighty au?

Prompt 1 done! I’m taking a few more (got around 7?) that will be put out over the next week and a bit. If you have anything you wanted to send but didn’t now is your last chance!

Ok, so this got even darker than I was expecting it to. TW for abuse of all kinds being mentioned, gaslighting (kinda?), and physical abuse being seen. No happy ending is given in the story but know that midnight went to beat the absolute tar out of All Might. 

Quote: God may judge you but his sins outnumber your own 

Fic under the read more. 

In the aftermath of Kamino, Izuku saw much less of All Might. He still reported to the UA gym to train but his mentor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, other heroes would often be in, teaching him their own little bits about heroics, including a memorable 3 hours with Nezu in which they’d talked quirks. Still, it wasn’t doing much for his training, so he made up the slack during the day. After they moved into the dorms it didn’t change, All Might was missing, and any time he tried to wander into the staff room he was quickly ushered out by another teacher. It was perplexing.

His hopes had been pretty low when he entered the gym that morning, but he was surprised to see All Might ready and waiting for him.

“Kept up your schedule I see! Well done Izuku!” Izuku felt a happy trill run through him at the praise.

“Of course sir! It’d been a little difficult after we moved into the dorms though.”

“Why is that, my boy?” Izuku frowned slightly.

“Aizawa-sensei won’t let me train after 6pm so I’ve had to push some stuff forward, but I’ve been getting it all done sir, promise!” All Might sighed, resting a bony hand on his shoulder.

“I knew he disliked me, but I never would have imagined he’d take it out on you.” Izuku froze, mind spinning.

“What- What do you mean, sir?” All Might gave him a look that made Izuku squirm. It seemed to say ‘are you really that dense?’.

“Because, my boy,” he said slowly, over-enunciating in a way that made Izuku flush with embarrassment “He’s cutting down on your training. He wants to make you a poorer hero. I mean – we are clearly connected with all that training you need – so it doesn’t take a genius to work out you are my successor of sorts. I wouldn’t have expected Aizawa to be that sort of man, but it shows you can’t trust anyone these days.”

“I-“ It made sense, but Aizawa had been so good to him, so kind he couldn’t imagine it. Thought made him want to cry, but he bit his lip. “Then I’ll just have to trainer harder, right sir?” All Might grinned, a sickly-sweet thing.

“Exactly, my boy.”

They train for a while like that, All Might pushing him to use more an more of his quirk until he felt like there was fire in his veins. He kept up his hero’s-grin, as cheerful and welcoming as he could make it.

A crash in the distance momentarily distracted him, causing him to fumble the landing of a particularly complex flip. A gasp of pain tore itself from his lips as his ankle rolled with the full brunt of his weight and gravity. He bit his lip, praying All Might hadn’t heard.

“Did that hurt, Izuku?” He shook his furiously head, willing the tears back. This would only hurt more if he started crying. “Answer me.” Growled the hero as he loomed over his crumpled charge.

“N-No.” He said shakily, cringing at the way emotion shook his voice. All Might grabbed his hair roughly, the sudden sharp pain finally sending the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Oh, you’re crying now.” There were equal parts disappointment and anger in his tone and it made something in him curl unpleasantly. “I’ll give you something to cry about-“

 Aizawa raced toward the gym. No one had seen All Might, no one had seen Midoriya. Anger and fear warred inside him. If that washed-up old pro dared hurt his kid again-

Before he’d even opened the door, he was angry. All Might’s words couldn’t be made out, but his tone – dark and growling – was plain as day. He threw the door open to see the skeletal man holding a whimpering Izuku by the hair, a bright red handprint across his face.

“Let. Him. Go.” He snarled, quirk flaring; unbidden. All Might dropped the kid like so much trash; Midoriya laying there in a shaking heap. He rushed to his student’s side, holding the boys head in his hands to look at the damage. The glassy look in his eyes was scaring him, sobs falling unhindered from his lips.

“Sir stop – sir please, not again, Sir don’t. Sir please it hurts don’t-“ Aizawa dropped his hands like he’d been burnt. Midoriya curled into a tight ball, sobbing silently as he shook. The implications of what he’d just said spun around and around in his head. They made him sick. All the while All Might stood there, a condescendingly placid expression on his face.

“What the fuck have you done.” He said quietly, looking at the too-wide grin above him. He rose to his knees, advancing on the old pro, who didn’t even have the decency to look slightly concerned. “What the fuck have you done,” He almost shouted, voice filling the empty gym, shaking in his rage, “to my student?”

All Might raised his hands placatingly and it only served to make Aizawa more livid. His capture weapon whipped out, twisting around the former hero’s wrists like cuffs. He wanked All Might towards him, away from his sobbing student. “I’ll ask you again, you washed up old bastard. What have you done to my student? What the fuck have you done to that boy?”

All Might’s face twisted in rage before he could get it back under control. Slowly, a lazy smile stretched across his face. “Your student? I know you favour him, and I will admit he is a sweet boy, but don’t you think he’s a little young for you?”

It took Aizawa a few seconds to process what All Might was implying by that statement. When his brain caught up to itself he saw red. Swinging his arm forward in a blind rage, he was stopped by someone else holding his arm back. He struggled for a moment, wanting nothing more than to tear that self-satisfied smirk of the man’s face.

“Eraser – man – stop it!” It was Mic. He stopped fighting, allowing Mic to pull him away. Turning towards the door, he saw Mic wasn’t the only other pro to have entered the room. Midnight was crouched next to Midoriya, trying and failing to talk him down from his panic attack. Nezu stood off to the side, trademark pointed grin aimed straight for All Might. He glanced between the four of them before giving a dismissing wave and sauntering through the opposite door.

Dragging a hand over his face, he turned to look at the other pros. Midnight had had to knock Midoriya out with her quirk and was quickly loading him up on to some medical bots. Mic looked disappointed, confused even.

“My office, now.” Nezu wasn’t smiling.

  Once the for of them were situated in Nezu’s office, the principal turned to him. Aizawa tensed.

“Aizawa, you are typically the more logical of my staff. What could he have possibly said to cause you to lash out like that? And do you have any idea what triggered poor Midoriya?” Aizawa opened his mouth to speak, but he just couldn’t say it. The words locked his lips closed, the mere idea enough to make him retch.

“Just- watch the tapes.” Nezu raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to argue back. Aizawa beat him to it. “No, I. I can’t. Just watch the tapes.” Mic and Midnight looked at him in concern. Nezu simply nodded, bringing up the last few minutes of video and audio from the gym. Aizawa stared resolutely at the floor, trying to block the sounds of his sobbing student from his ears.

“That fucking bastard.” Growled Midnight as the clip drew to a close. “Where does he get off on saying, saying that total shit about you? Mic, you should have let him punch the guy.”

Mic was pale. He shot a look a meaningful look at Nezu. The mammal wasn’t smiling anymore. “One often finds,” he began, picking his words carefully with an apologetic look to the still seething Aizawa “that criminals like to accuse the innocent of their own abhorrent crimes.” Aizawa just grit his teeth, muscles in his jaw working angrily as he tried not to remember every flinch or worrying sign he’d overlooked. He should have known. Midnight swore loudly as the full scope of what Nezu was implying hit her. She stormed out of the office. No one tried to stop her.

“What do we do?” Mic almost whispered. “What can we do?”

“We keep him away from Midoriya, that’s fucking what.” Aizawa growled lowly. Nezu nodded, drumming his paws on the table.

“I’ll have him moved to the third-year classes.” Aizawa slumped back against the couch.

“And have him target another student? No way.” The mammal sighed, looking at the table as if it had wronged him.

“That- that won’t be an issue, Aizawa. Izuku’s connection to our former number one is a one-time-only deal.”

“Are you sure about that? Sure enough to risk our students?” Nezu nodded tiredly.

“I am.”

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

WIFEY *incoherent screaming* I bow down to your flawless tags. 👌

"The kid's teeth are clean but there's still blood in that expression" 🔥

Also psycho little twink Jack saying "I got you baby" to growly blood thirsty Dean? I AM DECEASED

#and Jack can tell Sammy needs something he can't ask Dean for 🔥 Sweet girl! I love the idea of our sweet little Sammy being a painslut. He knows he can't ask Dean to hurt him, it goes against every instinct in his big brother's body. So he goes to Jack, puts those long, nimble fingers on his hips and begs him to bruise that pretty skin. And the more vibrant and deep those bruises get, the more Jack wants to string them all across Sam's neck and thighs. Jack likes hurting Sammy and that sweet..

Y E S! Im yelling! Sammy is such a pain slut, he is desperate for big brother to take him hard, bruise him, burn him. But the most dean can do is maybe bite his baby boy's skin, maybe tug his hair. But jack gets it. Smirks when Sammy comes to him, eyebrows raised in an unasked question.

Fuck. I need this YESTERDAY.

[my-brothers-corrupted]

whiskey? cigarettes? do you need infant formula or- oops, forget i said that :)

Trick blinks as he enters the store, his mouth falling slightly open. “Why would I need that?” he mumbles, trying to keep from looking like he’s talking to himself. “Oh, I get it, you’re teasing Dap? That’s funny.”

He gets a basket and starts picking up the things they need - food, soap, cough drops, gauze, vitamins, iodine. Turning around, he always finds Dap and Dok close to hand, and makes sure to shoot Dapper a few warning glares, hating the sight of his hand in Doktor’s and his kiddish delight with everything in the store. Dapper always cowers away from his looks, but Trick’s not about to fall into his sweet, innocent little kid trap. He scowls and turns back to his shopping.

“Look at this,” Doktor laughs, examining some foreign cookies with funny faces on them. Dapper grins and pulls away from him, wandering the aisle with a soft smile on his face. Trick’s relieved. He turns back to his basket, trying to focus.

And he’s still thinking about those fucking words.

Whiskey, why would he need whiskey? Henrik has disinfectant. He’s not allowed to drink. No one asked for it. He doesn’t need it.

Cigarettes, as if. He hates those fucking things - the nasty smell of the cancerous smoke, the taste of a kiss coated in tar, still sweet despite the poison, because it was her mouth and he loved her -

He bites down hard on his lip, staring at the shelves in the aisle before him, surrounding him with baby supplies.

Sippy cups. Pacifiers with monkeys or bears in tutus on them. Shampoo, sweet-smelling baby shampoo, warm and familiar, wafting. Rows of diapers with chubby, smiling infants patterned along the green boxes. Tiny outfits, tiny shoes, tiny socks in different patterns. Monitors, tubs, hygiene products, wipes, toys -

He’s stopped in front of the toys, shaking.

He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe. He’s just standing here, motionless in aisle six, staring at the toddler toys.

This feeling is familiar to him, though he wishes it wasn’t. The feeling that his heart is trying to benchpress a lot more weight than it can carry, that his lungs have gotten a fight with his ribs and made friends with his backbone instead, that his whole body is one great vessel of this terrible, terrible agony - the feeling that something is gone from him that he loved more than anything else that has ever drawn breath on the face of the earth.

He chokes. Sobs. Puts a shaking hand on his chest. No, no, why is he always so weak? He has to keep it together. He can’t keep crying so much. Everyone must think he’s so pathetic. No matter what he does, so pathetic. He’s never enough to earn any love. Never enough to have back what he wants, what he wants, this terrible ghost of a love he can’t remember, the wonderful warmth in his arms -

A hand touches his.

He jolts hard, recoiling.

Dapper falls back too, his hand drawing away.

His eyes are large and worried. His eyes are intelligent. Trick feels that he is staring a fox in the face.

“Why upset?” signs Dapper, tilting his head at him.

Trick backs off, panting, and lets out a sharp snapping scoff, turning his teary eyes away, fixating again on the toys in front of him. His eyes lock on a little sheet of crinkle paper and he sticks with it, trying not to cry. He won’t cry in front of Dapper. Won’t prove to him that he is better than Trick in every way.

Dapper reaches slowly forward and pulls the crinkle paper off the shelf. He holds it out to Trick.

Biting his lip to blood, Trick accepts it.

“It’s okay,” signs Dapper gently. “I think little kid stuff is really cute too.”

“Yeah,” chokes Trick, squeezing the paper in his hands. It has whales on it. “Yeah, cute.”

Dapper smiles and steps back, turning around to go find Doktor again. It is only after he is out of sight that Trick realizes he knew he was not crying because of the cuteness of the baby aisle. He gave him a chance to save face.

He should be grateful, but he’s mostly ashamed.

With shaking hands, he sets the crinkle paper in his basket.

There’s my gift for myself, he reasons, rubbing at his eyes. Now I need to get things for my brothers.

[badmcuposts]

Lifeboat

TW: Suicide, Major character death, minor character death, kidnapping, childhood sexual assault, rape, pedophilia, child pornography, orphans, guns, alcohol mention, self-centered homophobia, intrusive thoughts

Based on the song from heathers. Peter feels like it’s finally time to stop the pain he’s been in for years, before it continues to get worse.

-

Peter will always remember the first time he cried into this pillow. Only 6 at the time, he celebrated the anniversary of his mommy and daddy’s death by sobbing in his bedroom, alone. He will always remember the crushing feeling that began to leak inside of him that day, thick as black tar. Mainly because it never stopped.

I float in a boat

In a raging black ocean

It wasn’t much later that he met a young boy by the name of Eugene Thompson, who insisted that everyone refer to him as “Flash”. After a particularly bad asthma attack at recess, leading to Peter having to be carried by a teacher to an awaiting ambulance, Flash began to berate Peter over anything he could find wrong with his classmate. After all, Peter was an easy target. If he tried to throw a punch, he was likely to collapse. But once the slight jeers began to fester into full-on beatings, things got messier, there were more black eyes to cover up, more scratches to hide behind sleeves, and more bloody noses to clot in the school bathroom. Each day Peter felt the black tar in his stomach rise a little higher.

Low in the water

With nowhere to go

A few weeks after Peter’s seventh birthday, his aunt and uncle began going on dates again. They got him a babysitter, a young man of 23 years by the name of Steven Westcott. Steven was a fun babysitter, and liked to be called “Skip”. Skip would play games with Peter, starting with simple rounds of uno. They were soon best friends, as far as Peter’s young mind could tell. He always said that Peter was the smartest person in the world, calling him “Einstein” as a nod to the boy’s intellect. However, soon the games became more touchy. Switching from uno to twister, to cuddling by the tv, to cuddling in Ben and May’s bed, to Peter laying naked as Skip took pictures of him, to Skip laying on top of Peter while they were both naked. After 8 months of abuse Peter finally slipped up. He accidentally mentioned the ‘games’ to his Aunt May, who called the authorities. Inside of the pedophile’s apartment were thousands of pictures of uncomfortable and nude young boys in suggestive poses. And in a special folder, Peter Parker’s innocence was stored with a paper clip and stolen lock of the boy’s hair. Skip Westcott would go to jail, but the ghosted feeling of his hands would never leave Peter’s skin. And whenever those long gone hands would touch him once again, thousands of buckets of tar added to his chest.

The tiniest lifeboat

With people I know

Peter tried to ignore it. He tried to be a big boy and suck it up. But by his tenth birthday, he began to find his failures on his own. He no longer needed Flash, it was like his mind had become his own bully. Like the way his best friend made him feel butterflies when they would talk on the phone at night, which meant he must be some freak of nature. Because Peter Parker was looking at Ned Leeds the way he was supposed to look at a girl. And with each moment that passed with his newfound crush’s obliviousness, another drop of tar joined the raging sea in his stomach.

Cold, clammy, and crowded

The people smell desperate

When Peter was 12, he saw a young girl be grabbed and thrown into the back of a van. As it quickly zoomed off, he stood there. Still. Frozen in fear. His fight or flight failed as he stared off at the speeding vehicle. When he finally managed to gather the courage to move and call his uncle for help, it had been over seven minutes. They called the police, and hailed a taxi to the station. The men in dark blue uniforms had Peter tell his story thousands of times, making sure they had every detail just right. Of course they didn’t believe him the first couple times, who would? He was just a kid. A stupid, ridiculous, puny little kid. They said they believed him. They were lying. After all, why else would they have pulled up security cameras “just to be sure”?The girl was identified, and her parents were called with the bad news. The young couple had been sobbing, begging for someone to find their baby, but the car’s untraceable plate and clever route led to only dead ends in the search. 8 year old Pamela Norris was never seen again, but Peter would always imagine the worst. Perhaps she, too, began feeling hands on her stomach and neck. But in this version of the story, Peter wasn’t the victim again, he was the witness. He should have manned up and done something, anything. And each time he would imagine the faces of her parents, the way they had cried into each other’s arms after they were brought into the police station, and the tar would fill just that much higher.

We’ll sink any minute

So someone must go

He would never admit it, but the sudden urge to swallow a billion containers of ibuprofen wasn’t overwhelmingly surprising. He’d heard of this feeling, met people online who felt the pull and tug of their own brain, but couldn’t figure out how to control it. Something about the relief, the way his stomach stopped aching and his head stopped spinning, made Peter crave the chalky taste of pills. For once, he could control all of the pain in his life, and take the easier parts away. All he had to do was take one more pill, one more pill, maybe five, maybe ten, maybe he’ll just down the whole bottle. If only he could get away with it, he’d do anything for that sweet relief.

The tiniest lifeboat

Full of people I know

When high school started, Peter thought the worst of his problems were over. He was fourteen now, just barely. Being that in his short experience with life he had already hit rock bottom, there was nowhere to go but up. Well, except for the fact that he had brought a shovel. When Ben took him on that midnight run to the nearest bodega, nobody had expected for a petty thief with a gun to shoot a bullet through an innocent bystander’s head. But then there was Peter, holding his uncle as the older man bled out. And the tar rose ten inches, one for each tear Peter shed.

Everyone’s pushing

Everyone’s fighting

Storms are approaching

There’s nowhere to hide

A mere week later, Peter had been convinced to go on a school field trip for a sense of normality to return. Instead, Parker Luck decided to steal all of Peter’s normality in the form of a radioactive spider bite. Peter would spend days throwing up in his bedroom, hoping for the sweet release of death. When he was finally well again, he would be stuck with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. He could hear everything, see everything, know everything. And if a few kids whispered about him only a few classrooms over, Peter would have no choice but to listen. It was as if Flash’s words had become inescapable, now spread in a similar fashion by different students. Even kids Peter had thought were nice were soon revealed to him as snakes. He wished that spider had just killed him, because the tar was beginning to rise up his throat.

If I say the wrong thing

Or I wear the wrong outfit

They’ll throw me right over the side

Peter was angry, so angry. He didn’t do anything right, ever. He had been given an opportunity by Tony Stark to work under his supervision, and he messed up. If he had just been a little bit better he could have proved himself. To Tony, to May, to the world. But life didn’t work like that, huh? Because some evil force let him be stupid enough to be hit across the airport like a rag doll. Someone out there was playing him with a voodoo doll and he didn’t like it. Because this wasn’t a game anymore, this was his one chance to be a real hero and he failed. He had owed himself this. For the sake of every child in New York City, he should have been better. He had been benched because he wasn’t good enough, he would never be good enough. He was probably only allowed to keep the suit so Mr. Stark could laugh at him from the cameras, like everyone else did. As fate played her twisted games, Peter felt another flow of tar spill up his esophagus.

I’m hugging my knees

And the Captain is pointing

Well, who made her captain?

So now, as Peter holds onto his pillow, he reminds himself why he is here. Just why his awful horrible terrible handwriting has added a thousand apologies to the once pristine surface of his favorite pillow, now stained in black ink. An explanation for each person he owes one to. And as he drops the pillow behind him, to be found after all is done, he prepares himself at the edge of the building. Finally, Peter lets the last drop of tar begin to overflow into his mouth, and lets himself fall.

Still, the weakest must go

The body of 16 year old Peter Parker was found on the sidewalk by a group of men walking home from a bar. The designated driver of the group called the police, and the news spread like wildfire. Midtown Tech hosted an assembly to honor the life of a straight A student, People from all over queens who knew Peter in his life cried, and Tony Stark personally appeared at what seemed to be the funeral of a random boy whom he had never met. And within a week of the burial, May Parker was found dead in her bathroom, having overdosed to stop the pain of losing the boy she had raised as her own son.

The tiniest lifeboat

Full of people I know

[i-prescribe]

My self and the brother Dave Kenny This photo was taken, after Deirdre , the Sister, mysteriously slipped off the sideboard and out of the pic , for the 3rd time that day, I believe....😳 she was 18mths old I think! 😳 and 2 or 3 years before the Noddy book incident, (my favourite book) where my "innocent brother" scarred me for life , by hurling it at my face , he says he was running for his life , he was.... after the event .. (Sidenote: Have Noddy and Big Ears been cancelled ?)

I found this yesterday , as I was reminiscing over our Childhood and going through some of Mums photos.... and after I heard of the passing of the neighbour across the road, in Glenageary, Kevin Beegan.

He was a stable figure on the road growing up, always lovely to everyone, don't remember him ever cross......

We lost The Hamiltons , all of them, now...Andrew (Hammy) will never be forgotten. Peter and Paul Manning, tragically and shockingly last year , they were next door to the Beegans , and even though the Mannings are gone for a long time, it has always remained, the Mannings house.... with my memories of flashlights, at dusk to the bedroom windows, with our made up morse code... :-) then we lost Mum and now Kevin, a few years ago Tony OBrien, Mrs Doyle on Hillcourt Rd, Mr Kennedy on the corner, (still the Kennedys house, even though the Lees are there forever at this stage.... :-). The list goes on...our lifelong next door neighbours , who are still our close friends and the house will always be the O Briens. When Mr O Brien passed , it was the loss of a family member , as we'd been in and out of each others houses, for our entire childhood years.....even though they are all far flung, they are still our family....

Now there are young kids, in that house that are a daily reminder of our childhood screeches and screams.

That is a lovely sound that accompanies us , as we empty our memories into boxes and pass cuddly toys over the wall , all found in boxes , about the place .....

This might not resonate with a generation of renters and families who move around , these days, but these are families who stayed , our own home was occupied by us for 55 years, always there, always a place to run to , should you need it....and the people who were our neighbours growing up, are still well remembered.

Seems our childhood is shrinking into History, at a pace , like never before....packing up a life and lives , is very, very hard....it's not just their life, Its another part of yours...

I watch all the homes that we grew up with, being sold and demolished, for a more Dermot Bannon look and I can't help feeling, I am saying goodbye, over and over again, and more frequently... change comes, no matter what ....best to flow through it, than try to stop it.... or so they say! Somedays it's just not possible, to "breathe through it"....

All the roads, around us were connected, through schools, or playing on the road up to tea time , when we would all scatter , or walking to Robinsons Newsagents, for sweets and hanging out on the lanes, ....... we remember everyone, at least I do and we feel the collective loss like a distant aunt, or an uncle on the passing of a neighbourly family member.

We all hung out, we were all watched over by the mammys and daddys, roared at when necessary , the hot tar that glued the road concrete together, wiped off our knees with a licky wet tissue by the road mammys , we played kick the can, Rover Red Rover, we fought, cried, scraped knees, made up, went to school together and still stay in touch, one way or another .. Distantly through mutual friends , through likes on facebook, or as it is now , a nod at a funeral....

The memory of all the neighbours new and old who came out and stood outside their houses , some who didn't live there anymore , still came and stood and turned up, to say goodbye , as we drove by , with Mum on her final call .... This stays with me as a real goodbye, to the past as my youth flashed before my eyes in the faces of our road.... an acknowledgement of our childhood, our collective past experiences and the passage of Father time

One road away another neighbour passed recently , Mr Thompson.

I only heard about it , because the local Estate agent mentioned it, but I was still touched by it, as another thinning of my past.....it doesn't matter how old we are, we never forget our childhood friends and neighbours , the experience we shared .

We are always our parents babies ... Never too old to scold ....They are our anchor to the World. Their passing leaving you the adult in the room , and the feeling that you're not quite ready to adult , yet..

The passing of time seems so slow, when you are kids and then all of a sudden you see everyone leaving and feel their loss, their families pain , even if you don't see them anymore. #lifeanddeath it comes to us all eventually , which may sound twee, but when it does, it hits hard. The collective silent support, the knowing.... becomes more important than you know, a glue of sorts....

♥️to the past which is now very present♥️

[pjbehindthesun]

chapter 15: have you heard the one about…

Hey, I feel like this one needs a preface, if only because Chris shows up briefly, in a very lighthearted scene, and it's a tough time of year to feel very lighthearted. All I will say, inarticulately, is that I started tinkering with and ultimately sharing this old project last year to help me process what happened. Something about having an alternate universe where I could keep things exactly the way I wanted them, keep everybody safe, felt healing. I hope it feels that way for you, too.

So that's enough of that stuff. Peace, love, and I hope y’all like dirty jokes.

Tuesday, October 23rd, 1990

shit. Shit. Shit! SHIT! What was that??

I let go of my lip only when I'm positive I’ve regained enough control of myself not to say anything completely insane out loud. I keep my eyes shut tight though… whether to avoid the awful, crashing reality of looking my boyfriend in the eyes and facing what a terrible person I am, or whether I'm just not ready to surrender the stolen image behind my eyelids quite yet, I can't begin to understand.

Meanwhile, Alex seems totally oblivious as he rides down from his own high, pressing a kiss to my damp forehead.

“Mmmh, where did that come from?” he mutters, brushing my hair back from my face.

Your guess is as good as mine. Well, maybe not exactly…

I shake my head, still not feeling entirely trustworthy enough to speak, and let out a little laugh, shaky and slightly hysterical-sounding.

“Well, whatever it was, it was fuckin’ hot…” he says, nuzzling my nose.

Oh no, don't be sweet, please, after all this time, don't suddenly start being sweet now…

“I'm gonna, uhm... I’ll be right back,” I stutter, nodding in the direction of the door. Really smooth, Cora, Christ Almighty.

After disentangling myself from him and bolting to the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face for several seconds while I try to get my heart rate under control. But it's no use, every time I close my eyes I see the same thing… I try glaring at my own reflection instead, hoping to scowl some sense into myself.

God, get a grip Cora, it's nothing, okay? It's just been so long since you even had sex, you're all mixed up. And it doesn't mean anything, you were just hanging out with him earlier tonight, that's why he popped into your head, just a totally innocent fluke of the subconscious… and you know your subconscious is a crazy motherfucker sometimes … but it doesn't mean anything, right?

It means one big thing, at least. It means I am the world's most horrible girlfriend. I didn't even want Alex tonight, not specifically… I didn't even want him to kiss or touch me, I just wanted one thing… even before I thought of, uhm, someone else… so where do we go from here? If things have gotten so hollow and disconnected that the only sex we’re ever going to have now is this meaningless and empty? Doesn't this mean we’re completely through, if I can't even trust myself not to use him while I fantasize about someone else?

And of all the someone elses, it wasn't just anyone, it was Stone! Stone?! Fuck, it's like my subconscious is on a mission to destroy me. What was it about him tonight? How did he get me so unglued? What made me say such an idiotic thing to him? He probably thinks I’m insane now, or some kind of damn groupie or something. I have a thing for you playing an acoustic… What the fuck, brain, have you been working on this scheme ever since that day at the fucking gallery? That level of treason takes commitment, kudos. But seriously, Stone?

...okay, fine, admit it, Stone’s not the problem here. He’s actually pretty fucking great. He’s insightful, and hilarious, and brilliant, and talented, and lately he's been a lot less of a shit for whatever reason… last night, he seemed so much more sincere, or secure, or something, I can’t figure out what it was... and okay fine yes shut up he is also extremely good-looking shut up already. But it's one thing to respect and admire a friend, or even acknowledge their empirical attractiveness. It's another thing altogether to mentally cheat with one of them.

I scrunch up my face, like I can somehow squint hard enough to crush all these thoughts of him out of my disordered mind.

I grope for the shower faucet and turn it on, climbing in before the water even has a chance to heat up. I don't know how I expect soap and water to wash this night away, but with shaking hands and a sick heart, I have to try.

*

When Alex's alarm goes off, I slam my eyes shut and pretend to sleep. I spent the whole night staring at the ceiling while he snored softly, trying to figure out how I was going to face him in the morning. And the coward’s way out wins. After waiting the usual amount of time to get ready for work and only crack an eye open when I hear the front door open and shut. At least after my shame shower last night, getting myself ready this morning is a quick process… oh, look, a silver lining…

The only glimmer of clarity I found in my panicked thoughts all night was that if there’s any hope for me at all, any hope of retaining any decency or value as a girlfriend and human being, I’ve got to stay the fuck away from Stone for a while. No, strike that, make that all of the Mookie guys, just to be safe. My heart aches at the thought of such an extensive amputation. This could get messy.

The one thing that can make me smile right now is the sight of my little brother in pajama pants, eating cereal on the couch and watching garbage morning news.

“Morning, sunshine!” he quips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look like shit, C. Didn’t you sleep?” He peers at me through his shaggy bangs.

I shake my head and gravitate towards the coffee pot. “No. Busy week at school, I guess… I’ve got a couple exams next week…”

He nods thoughtfully. “...your bratty kid brother all up in your business…”

“You know you’re not, drama queen.”

“Yeah, well, I was thinking, I’m liking this Portland idea more and more. I was gonna call around today and see if I can set something up for this weekend.”

My heart throbs painfully again. “So soon?”

“Well, yeah, C, I have to, like, find a job and be a productive member of society, I can’t freeload off of you and Alex forever.”

Definitely my little brother. I frown at him for long enough that he gets off the couch and comes over to give me a quick hug.

“What’s going on with you out here, Cora? You seem so unhappy.”

“I’m not, I --” I swear to god, I’m not, it’s just that none of the right things are bringing me happiness anymore, and I can’t begin to explain that to him “-- I’m okay,” I finish weakly.

“Oh yeah, sure… and you and Alex, that’s okay too?”

“What do you --”

“Come on, it’s obvious, it’s been obvious since the day I got here. Maybe not to you, but I have the benefit of not having seen you in a while. You two are done. You know I love him to bits, C, but you gotta cut him loose if you’re done.”

Guilt churns through my chest as I echo him. “If I’m done…”

“Cora, you’re not happy. I fucking hate that. I don’t know what’s going on, and I for sure know you’re not going to tell me, but you deserve to be happy. You’re the smart one, you can figure it out.”

I allow him to pull me into another hug, which gives me a chance to try and squash the sob I can feel rising up in my throat and the tears pricking my eyes. Just as I think I’ve gotten it under control, there’s a knock at the door.

“Thanks, kiddo,” I mumble as he lets me go.

“You can repay me by letting me use up all your hot water,” he cackles, heading toward the hallway to take a shower.

I frown at Eddie in confusion when I find him standing outside my door, exposing one of the most obvious flaws in my plan. It’s a little tricky to amputate people from your life when they live across the hall.

“What’s up, bud?”

“Hey, sorry, hope it’s not too early, uh… hey, you okay?” he frowns back at me, inspecting my face.

“Yeah, uh, just… something in my eye.”

“Uh huh,” he muses, clearly not buying it but not pushing me for further details. Thank goodness for that.

“Anyway, what’s up?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, we’re gonna be at the gallery all day, we gotta record these demos, but uhm, we happened upon these six tickets for the game tonight, preseason game, Bulls at SuperSonics…”

“Oh right, your Chicago roots,” we share a grin. Damn it, I always forget about those dimples until they blind me.

“That’s right,” he beams.

“Your team’s got my guy, you know.”

“Who?”

“Jordan, who else?”

“Really?” he chuckles. “I didn’t know you were a fan.”

“He’s a Tar Heel, Eddie, of course!”

“Oh man, so then this is perfect timing… we’re all going, the whole group, Lucy’s coming too, and Dave was gonna come but he can’t make it, so I was wondering if you wanted his ticket.”

The distraction of Michael Jordan is immediately replaced by panic swamping my brain at the thought of seeing Stone again so soon. Operation Amputation doesn’t seem to be going so well. And the thought of trying to explain to Lucy why I can’t hang out with her and her boyfriend gives me a bellyache. Why do you have to be so nice to me, Eddie? Be a jerk, make it easier.

“I really shouldn’t… you know, I’ve got a lot of work, and my brother’s leaving soon, and Alex is gone all next week… I should probably stay pretty close to home this week…”

Eddie nods sincerely, wrinkling his forehead. “Sure, yeah, I totally get that. Well, hopefully we see you around soon. You, uhm, you really helped me out last night, you know.”

Without another word, he turns on his heels and starts down the hallway. Suddenly, I remember something I should have said to him already, and I yell out to get his attention, “hey Eddie!”

He whirls around and gives me a questioning look.

“You did great last night.”

He lets loose another one of those massive, dimpled smiles, nods once, and disappears down the stairwell.

***

I decide to cut through the park on my way back. Maybe it’s not the most direct route from my house to the gallery, and I know I need to get back, but it’s a more scenic ride on the bike, and since last night I’ve been looking for any opportunity to be alone with my thoughts.

You know I have a thing for you playing an acoustic…

I still get a thrill in my veins every time I replay it in my head. The little smile, the color in her cheeks, the awkwardness that took over as soon as she realized she’d said it out loud. It was undeniable, even for Cora. She’s gotta admit it now.

But what if she doesn’t? What if she regrets it? What if I try to talk to her about it and she bites my head off yet again? Talking to her last night felt so great, and as much as I want us to finally air out all of our feelings, I don’t want to blow up our whole friendship by fixating on an impossible crush. I just want us to start being more honest with each other. I want her to be more honest with herself. I know she’s not happy, I...

Way up ahead, I spot a redheaded girl on a bike heading towards me on the path… that’s not her, is it? Jesus, man, get a grip, that’s ridiculous. Why would she be all the way up in this part of town? You’re hallucinating her.

Except…

“Stone?” The redhead in my thoughts is the same one braking right in front of my path, and I stop dead, blinking like a deer in the headlights. Funny thing is, she’s got the same expression on her face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Cora asks, looking a little wild-eyed.

“I live around here, what’s your excuse?”

“I, uh,” she stammers, “just heading up to UW. Classes, and, uh, I wanted to do some stuff in the lab beforehand...”

“This is kinda out of your way though, isn’t it?”

“Uhm, I guess,” she chews her lip and looks around like she’s just realizing where she is, “but it’s pretty, and I guess…”

“It’s okay, Red, I’m taking the scenic route too.”

She fixes me with a questioning expression but can’t come up with anything to say. I can’t get over how nervous she looks. Something really shook her up, I just wish I knew what it was.

“I’m heading back down your way, actually,” I explain, “gotta get back to the gallery, but my parents are out of town for a couple weeks so I’m on geriatric dog piss break duty.”

“Glamorous. Well, I don’t want to keep you…”

“It’s okay.” I glance at my watch. “Did you eat lunch yet?”

“Uhm, yeah, why?”

“I don’t know, just wanted to know if you wanted to get a bite to eat.”

“I just told you, I already ate.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So you very sensibly asked me to eat lunch with you because…?” she asks wryly, putting a giant crack in that nervous shell.

“I don’t know,” I smile stupidly, thankful for an idea that just popped into my head. “Hey, but there’s this great little ice cream place near here, we should go…”

“Ice cream? It’s almost November.”

“Right? Damn the man! Let’s go get ice cream in 50-degree weather. This place is worth it, honestly.”

“I’m sure it’s great, but I really should get to the lab…”

“Come on, Wet Blanket, there’s always time for ice cream. I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream… in the land of the ice and snow…”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” she laughs.

“That’s how the song goes, you uncultured swine, the ice cream song.”

“So Zeppelin ripped off a 1920s novelty song?”

“Honestly who didn’t they rip off? Come on, are we getting ice cream or not?”

Her smile broadens. “You’re not gonna drop it, are you?”

“You’re quick, Red.”

We steer our bikes across the park to the place I’m thinking of, talking idly on the way about nothing and everything, and she’s becoming more relaxed by the minute. Maybe this means things are really changing between us now. Maybe she doesn't regret what she said. Maybe the nerves are just because she’s finally letting her guard down.

We park our bikes outside the ice cream parlor and step inside. While she contemplates the choices, I place my order because I know exactly what I want.

“Seriously?” she asks with a snort. “Old lady butter pecan? That's what you're going with?”

“Is there a problem here?”

“No problem at all, granny,” she snickers as she scans the freezer case to make her own choice. “Actually, that's kinda perfect.”

“Granny?? I'm all man, Red. And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, perfect?”

The clerk hands me my cone and glances between us, obviously waiting for Cora to make up her mind but too polite to say anything. Cora, meanwhile, is occupied with way more important things.

“Uh huh. I don't know, butter pecan just makes sense. Like, it's you, in ice cream form. It's a little ironic, so it's got that going on, but it's also undeniably one of the best, most underrated flavors. And it's probably kind of a pain in the ass to make it just right, a little finicky, so the details are important. It explains you perfectly.”

“I'm not sure if I want you to keep describing me or order some damn ice cream so you’ll shut up,” I make like I’m going to mash my ice cream cone in her face, and she squeals with laughter. The clerk sighs and gives us a pleading look.

“Strawberry, please,” Cora finally says.

“Oh hell no, you're not getting off that easy,” I shake my head.

“And your problem would be…?” she raises a lazy eyebrow.

“In no possible scenario are you strawberry ice cream, my fine feisty friend.”

“Bonus points for alliteration, but I was not choosing myself as ice cream, I just fuckin’ wanted strawberry.” A mischievous smile spreads across her face. “But since you brought it up, what ice cream flavor am I?”

We pay for our cones -- I tried to pay for hers but she rolled her eyes and teased that it wasn't a date -- and go sit outside on a bench, which is ridiculous in this weather, but I’ve got a very serious question to ponder and a beautiful girl to eat ice cream with, so who gives a fuck if it's a little cold outside. None of it ever makes sense with her. That's why I love her.

As I'm figuring out how to define her in flavor terms, I glance over and watch her take a bite of her ice cream, thinking of how sweet she looks when she's completely unaware of having an audience. Well, bite’s not really the right word, she doesn't exactly use her teeth, and what kind of psychopath bites ice cream, anyway… but she doesn't simply lick the whole thing, either, except for occasionally running her tongue along the bottom edge to catch a drip… no, it's more like she gives a little lick to one chosen spot, and then applies her lips to melt a little circle of the ice cream, pulling it inwards, then licking again, starting over… uh, Jesus… lucky ice cream...

Her eyes travel up to mine just as she’s about to give another small lick, and she lets out a self-conscious giggle. “You're melting, Stoner.”

“Wha…? Oh,” I switch my attention to my own ice cream, which is starting to run in a little rivulet down my hand, so I busy myself cleaning it up with my own tongue to stop myself from thinking about hers. It doesn't work particularly well… I mean my hand’s clean now, but my thoughts...

“So, did you decide?”

“Mmhmm,” I say, simultaneously trying to corral my hormones and make sure I don't have ice cream on my face like a total dork, “I mean, you're something weird, let's just get that out of the way right now.”

“Granted.”

“Strawberry is way too sweet.”

“Hey!” She elbows me hard and I almost lose the whole cone to the sidewalk.

“Obviously you’re a sweetheart,” I snort. “But, like, strawberry's too… accessible, or something. Too mainstream.”

“Mmmhk,” she says skeptically through a mouthful of ice cream. I will not stare. I must not stare.

“So you're a weirder one. Something completely awesome, but an acquired taste. Offbeat, unknowable, unpredictable. But that’s the fun part. Most people totally wouldn’t get the appeal…”

“Well, definitely don’t quit your day job for a career in ice cream marketing…”

“Hush. What I meant was, maybe you wouldn’t find it in every shop, but that’s a shame, because it’s the best one when you do find it. Except, it’s a little scary, too, like… the novelty makes it cool, and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be awesome, but can I really handle a whole serving of something so unfamiliar? So what would that even be? Blueberry? Like, I never see blueberry ice cream anywhere but it sounds so fucking cool… but even that’s not quite right, ugh…”

She’s watching me ramble with the most curious expression, and she hasn’t even noticed that her own ice cream is dripping down her fingers. I nod at her and she jumps a bit before trying to clean up the mess and again running her tongue around the rim of the ice cream cone. Deep, steady breaths, man, come on, be cool. She smiles at me again.

“Offbeat scary blueberry, huh? I don’t know whether to be intensely flattered or completely insulted.”

“See? Perfect,” I beam at her, triumphant.

“You’re such a dick,” she giggles, her cheeks reddening just a little. Okay, if both of our minds are thinking about dicks, I might as well make the most of this opportunity.

“You wanna hear a joke?” I ask her, eyeing her as I take a bite out of the sugar cone.

“Always.”

“Okay, well it’s not really weather-appropriate, but I think it’ll still work… have you heard the one about the penguin driving down from Alaska to his vacation down south --”

“Penguins don’t live in Alaska,” she frowns.

“Excuse me?”

“There are no penguins in Alaska, Stone, they live in the Southern Hemisphere.”

“This is what bothers you? The inaccuracy of the penguin’s habitat? Not, oh I don’t know, the fact that the penguin is DRIVING?”

“Well I was gonna get to that next, but as the resident scientist, I felt obligated to --”

“It’s a joke, you fucking pedant!”

“-- it’s a pretty piss-poor joke so far.”

“Yeah, because of all the pedantic interruptions. Here, shove some ice cream in there, maybe that’ll help,” I nudge her cone up towards her face. “Okay, so who the fuck knows, maybe he’s fleeing a zoo or something, anyway, he’s driving south…”

“...probably to get back to the Southern Hemisphere where he belongs…”

“God damn it,” I laugh. “Okay, fine, have it your way. So he’s driving home to the Southern Hemisphere after VISITING Alaska, and somewhere in Arizona, in that intense desert heat, his car gives out. So he calls a tow truck and ends up at this repair shop in a little town, you know the type, just a big Main Street but nothing else.”

“Sure.” She takes the last bite of her cone and crumples up the napkin.

“Okay. So the mechanic tells him it’ll be about an hour to figure out what’s wrong with the car, so the penguin waddles over to this cute little ice cream shop across the street.”

“Ah, synergy, I see what you did there,” she grins.

“I’m good that way. So the penguin gets himself some ice cream, and he’s sitting down enjoying it…”

“What flavor?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a joke killer? No? Alright, fine, it’s vanilla. And he loves it, right, he’s devouring it with his little bill. But penguins are not the most dextrous of animals, not having hands and all… so he’s having trouble managing his treat with his little flippers, gets a little messy, and it's all hot out so the ice cream's melting, you know how it is. But he doesn’t care because he’s having a grand old time. Anyway, the hour’s up, so he waddles back over to the repair shop and asks the mechanic if he’s found the problem with his car. The mechanic looks at him and says, ‘it looks like you blew a seal.’ The penguin freaks out and says, ‘no no, it’s just ice cream!’”

The subtle red tint in her cheeks creeps through her whole face and her eyes widen for just a moment before her shoulders start shaking and her face scrunches up. I’ve never seen her laugh so hard that she forgets to make noise, but it’s so fucking irresistible that somehow I’m doing it now too, and soon we’re both laugh-sobbing so hard my sides are aching. After several minutes and a lot of disapproving glances from passersby, we manage to collect ourselves. Cora wipes a tear from her eye.

“Okay okay okay, my turn... uh, have you heard the one about the nun who --”  

“Oh, please, Red, your Catholic schoolgirl humor is no match for a fellating penguin.”

“You think so? Shows what you know about Catholic school.” Her playful smile takes on a hint of puzzlement. “Hey, when did I tell you I went to Catholic school?”

“Uhm,” I take a moment to make sure I’ve got my dates right, “it was my birthday.”

“Really? You remembered that?”

“Yeah, wow, I listen to you. What a concept.”

There’s an expression of shock in her eyes that’s going to be the death of me.  I nudge her with my shoulder, “just make with the nun joke, will ya?”

“Yeah, uhm… okay, so Mother Superior’s at the convent, and she hears a knock on the door. She opens it up and is shocked to find two leprechauns standing at the door, holding their hats in their hands, all respectable-like…”

“Leprechauns? And my story was implausible?”

“Nah, you’re just funny when you’re all riled up,” she gives me a wicked look. “Anyway, the first leprechaun says, ‘Mother Superior, would you be havin’ any leprechaun nuns in this convent?’ And she says, ‘no, my son, we have no leprechaun nuns in this convent.’ So he asks, ‘and are there any leprechaun nuns in all of Ireland?’ And she says, ‘no, my son, I don’t believe there’s a single leprechaun nun in all of Ireland.’ So the leprechaun turns to his buddy and says, ‘oi, I told ye ye’d been fuckin’ a penguin!’”

We both crack up again, and this time she slumps into my shoulder while she tries to pull herself together. I lean back into her, trying to catch my breath too, but also jealously hoarding the feeling of having her so close. She lifts her face to look at me, her eyes still shining with laughter, her mouth curved open in an inviting smile, close enough that I can count the freckles on her nose, feel her breath on my lips… she smells like strawberries...

She inhales sharply and then tries to disguise it as a laugh as she sits up straight, fidgeting, her shoulders tensed up practically around her ears. “Ha, uhm, sugar high,” she stammers, blushing furiously.

She may be rattled, but I’m experiencing the exact opposite sensation. My brain seems to have slowed every other operation down to a crawl in order to make room for how all-consumingly I want to kiss her. “yeah, maybe,” I mumble sluggishly, trying not to smile too wide.

“We should probably get going, huh?” She bites her lip, glancing at our bikes. I nod, trying to think of something to break the tension.

“Uh, speaking of bikes… and nuns... have you heard the one about the side street?”

She shakes her head, watching me with a wary smile as we start walking our bikes back through the park toward the point where our routes diverge.

“Really, they didn’t teach you that one in Catholic school? The one about the two nuns who rode their bikes to the market, and they’re heading back to the convent? They decide to take a side street, this little cobblestone alley. After a couple of blocks, one nun says to the other, ‘I’ve never come this way before!’ and the other nun says, ‘must be the cobbles.’”

She cringes horribly, laughing in a much more frenzied way than I’ve ever heard, refusing to look at me. Damn it, I wish I didn’t have to go back to the gallery. I could spend all afternoon making her squirm with dirty jokes… or other methods…

Finally, she composes herself enough to rally with another joke, although she’s still stubbornly looking anywhere but at me. “What’s the difference between a woman and a computer?”

“Hm, you got me.”

“Computers don’t laugh at three and a half inch floppies.”

“Ohhh, brutal! Hey, did I ever tell you that I used to date an English teacher?” “No, why’d you break up?”

“She dumped me for improper use of the colon...”

***

Wednesday, October 24th, 1990

Okay, okay, so Operation Amputation’s kind of a colossal failure. Something about the combination of endearingly shy lead singers, my best friend dating the bassist, and the general Stoneness of Stone seems to be making that plan a little too complicated. Time to face facts, I can’t just cut them -- cut him -- out of my life. We’re way past that.

Not like I have any fucking clue what to do with that information, of course. So I settle for wiping this one section of the mirror behind the bar obsessively, until my reflection’s spotless…frowny and washed out under the ghastly halogen lights in this place, maybe, but spotless. At least the lunch shift has been pretty quiet so far today, letting me contemplate in peace. I don’t even look up when I hear the cafe’s front doorbell ring, signaling the arrival of a big group.

“What do you think you’re gonna find through the looking glass?” Eddie’s voice wafts over my shoulder, tinged with laughter, and even though I’m surprised by the ambush -- he’s flanked by Jeff, Chris, and Stone -- I have to laugh along with him.

“Hopefully no Jabberwocks.”

“Let’s hope not.”

“M’lady, a round of beers, if you’d be so kind?” Chris asks with a bow and a flourish, and Jeff bats his eyelashes. Eddie watches the two of them and laughs, but Stone’s quietly focused on me. His gaze makes me shaky all over again as my mind floods with sensory memories from yesterday. His green eyes, which were infinitely more vivid in the sunlight. The rhythm of his silent laughter shaking me as I leaned into his shoulder. The slight cedar smell of his sweatshirt. The way I imagined his lips feeling on mine, if we’d only leaned in a little closer. God, this is so much worse than I thought. I drop my washcloth and walk around the counter to say hi, hoping the rest of these idiots can distract me.

“How come you didn’t come out with us, Cora?” Jeff asks. “Eddie says you’re a big Jordan fan, you woulda loved it, he had a great game.”

“Bulls were victorious,” Eddie beams.

“Uhm, I just have a ton of work to do right now, you know, Patch and Alex are both leaving soon, and anyway I didn’t feel right going out on a school night,” I lie, trying not to look at the real reason for my absence, who is still watching me closely and who speaks up in his usual sardonic tone.

“Oh yes, there’s our good little Catholic girl,” Stone smirks.

Chris's eyes light up in that way that looks wholesome on most people’s faces but in his case always looks vaguely satanic. “Smokey Bear, I didn't know you were Catholic!”

“Recovering,” I fire back.

“Me too! I shoulda known, usually we can smell our own. Hey, you know what's even sexier than Catholic guilt?”

I shake my head, wary of where he’s going with this, and of the intensifying gleam in his eyes. He suddenly swirls an arm around me and dips me so low I worry my head’s going to hit the floor, but he’s got a tight hold on me.

“Absolutely nothing,” he sighs seductively in my ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. As he sets me back on my feet, the guys dissolve in laughter and chatter again, but Stone only gives me a tiny little smile. Even with Chris clowning around and monopolizing the whole cafe’s attention, it feels like there’s no one else in the room when Stone looks at me like that. I used to wish he wouldn’t do that. Now I don’t know what to wish.

The guys hang out at the bar for a while and finish their beers before saying goodbye, and I’ve just gotten back to my cleaning when I hear the bell ding a second time. When I turn around, my mind’s preoccupation is standing at the bar right in front of me, by himself.

“Uh, dropped my keys, had to run back,” Stone gives another little smile, waving his key ring as evidence and stowing it in his pocket. “Hey, you said Patch and Alex are both leaving? What’s going on?”

He really does listen, doesn’t he? “Oh, uh, Patch is heading out on a Greyhound on Friday morning, he’s gonna go visit a friend from high school who moved to Portland.”

“And Alex?”

“Work conference thing all next week, he leaves on Sunday.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. So forgive my antisocial behavior, I feel like I should probably spend time with them the next couple of days before I end up in an empty apartment for a whole week.”

“Sure, yeah. Just sucks, because I’m leaving Friday too.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“New York. With Jeff. We’re gonna meet with the record label folks and see if they’ll let us out of our old deal before we try to move ahead with this new stuff.”

“When are you leaving?”

“We fly out Friday some time, back Tuesday.”

I thought I’d feel relief at the idea of him traveling a few thousand miles away while I try to figure out what I’ve been feeling for him the past 48 hours, but somehow, relief’s not the word. What the hell, Stone, I’ve finally figured out that I can’t dodge you anymore, that I don’t even want to, and now you’re leaving town? No fair.

He seems to read my mind. In a soft, vulnerable voice I’ve never heard before, only slightly above a whisper, he asks very simply, “can I call you?”

His eyes widen with hope while he waits for my answer. A nod’s all I can manage, and only after he shoots me one more smile and ducks back out onto the street after the rest of the guys do I notice that I’ve been holding my breath.

[lovemeclowndaddy-blog]

Yelling matches ( Pennywise x reader)

Prompt: Can you please do a penny x reader where the reader is penny's gf but lately he's been going through a phase of obsessing and only abducting young/teenage girls? the reader can be a teen too if you're comfortable with it! and it just leads to a lot of insecurity and jealousy and angst and maybe some makeup smut?? it's rly up to you, but i like the plot! if you're not comfortable with writing about underage readers, then maybe they argue about why he's so interested in young girls?? idk idk but!!

requester : @murphysconnors

Warning: Smut (first-time plzz i know its bad)

Here is my first completed request! I actually had so much fun with this, and it got my creative juices flowing! If any of you guys want to request anything, my box is open if you guys want to request anything else! This is my first go at Pennywise smut, so I hope it isn't too bad, and I hope you guys enjoy!!

You paced back and forth in front of your desk, your thoughts going a hundred miles per hour as you felt your chest tighten uncomfortably with each step you room. Today, the children long were gone and lots of paperwork awaiting you, you felt as if you needed to do something about this large onslaught of feelings and thoughts before they consumed you completely.

You just had to be overthinking the disappearances, the disappearances of these girls that used to sit in the desks in front of you as you taught them their two times tables. Their innocent smiles were haunting the back of your eyelids, the obvious staring you right in the face but you were too ignorant to believe that it could be true.

Step, step, step, and turn. Repeat, repeat, repeat!

It had been going on for about a month now, nearly reaching it's two as it reached the end of the school week. Young girls, not only in her class but from across the school and of all ages had started to go missing, vanishing without a trace. It was something that had been happening for a quite a while, the disappearances in Derry seemed to always stretch over a period of a year, but they had never seen such a large group of children in such a short space of time goes missing.

The tole reached 15 today, with the young Sophia Kevin being reported missing overnight by her worried parents when she had not returned home after a playdate at her friend's house, who just lived down the street. She was only 12 years old, and it sent shivers down your spine to imagine what had happened to such a sweet and innocent girl that you saw frequently while teaching at the middle school.

There was only one logical reason for these disappearances no matter how much you hated to admit it, and that was Pennywise the clown. You knew there had to some way you could stop this, something you could say to the clown to at least slow down the abduction of the girls….

But thinking about this further, if Pennywise was abducting girls, ranging from ages 10 to all the way up to 18 and 19-year-olds who were believed to have simply run away, does this mean that he had finally gotten bored of you? Gotten sick of having you around and simply found it easier to devour and keep around younger girls to mess around with (scare, not anything sexual), and he was shoving you off to the side or would he use you as a snack?

It created a painful feeling in your chest, like Pennywise himself was plunging his talon-like claws into your chest and then ripping his claws back out again, your still beating and warm heart in his hands in your face until he swallowed it hole without another care.

He wouldn't do that to you… would he?

Halting, you quickly gathered up the paperwork you decided you would finish later that night and shoved it into your carry case before quickly dashing out the door before a thought entered your mind to stop you. Your speed increased as you were now practically sprinting down the empty school corridors, soon reaching the front entrance and stumbling down the flight of stairs and into the teacher's car park.

Reaching your car, you were quick to unlock it and shove your belongings onto the empty passenger's seat before scrambling in yourself and quickly shutting the door while your other hand worked on putting on your seat belt. The second thoughts and the worry were seeping in as you started the car, the idea that Pennywise no longer wanted you made you squirm in your seat.

Starting your car, you pressed down on the accelerator and shot out of the school's car park, out onto the cracking tar road and headed straight for Neilbolt road, straight towards that run down house that had never once given you the chills, but a feeling of comfort and love. Straight towards a fight you knew would happen, because with the tears of anger welling in your eyes you knew you wanted answers, and you knew how Penny acted when there was raised voices or anger involved.

But you couldn't ignore it anymore, no you couldn't let another kid get hurt because you were in love with the clown, well… maybe fewer children, as you also couldn't stand the idea of your beautiful boyfriend starving…

~

It was a 9-minute drive on the way to Pennywise’s dwelling if you counted in the 2 red lights you had gotten on your way there. On a good day when there were no red lights it could take you no less than 5 to 6 minutes of travel to reach your boyfriend's house, and this closeness had always been a comfort to you (and to Pennywise but not like he had ever admitted that to your face).

Pulling up out front, you wondered what people must have thought of you when they saw your car parked outside of the rundown house from time to time. You made a conscious effort to work over to the building, or Pennywise would simply visit you, so no questions would be asked about you entering such a deserted and unpopular area.

The small travel time between the school and Pennywise’s dwelling had let the thoughts intensify in your mind. In a rush of anger, you stood for the car door and slammed it as loudly as you could, knowing that Pennywise would know you were here whether you did this act or not.

It wasn't for him, it was for you; to let out some of the emotions that you felt. Tears still clung to the side of your eyes as you trudged up the stairs onto the small desk, before pushing the door open roughly without bothering to not knock.

“Pennywise!?” You shout, not caring if anyone heard, all you needed was for him to know you were here. And you were sure he could smell the anger and growing fear and doubt simply by you being there.

It didn't take but a second for you to hear that familiar sadistic giggle, bells ringing eerily as your head large feet clambered down the rickety and decomposing staircase. Slowly coming into view, the larger than life Pennywise reached the bottom of the stairs and in the blink of an eye he stood right in front of you, his gloved hands (stained with red, obviously blood) reaching up and gently caressing your cheek. His usual large grin on his face, his eyes shone in their usual way when he saw you, with a hint of lust but overall adoration.

“Kitty, kitty, kitty... So good to see you! Now, why is my pretty little girl yelling?”

But, as his large hand pressed against your cheek, you flinched back away from his touch and continued to hold back the tears in the corner of your eyes. His large frown dropped, an edge in his eye coming to rather a confused and angered look. You knew that Pennywise was easy to anger, and that made a shudder run down his spine.

“Pennywise, you have been taking all of these young girls haven't you?”

As soon as you said this, the clown’s arm lowered and he let out a low growl, teeth showing out the sides of his mouth as his eyes met yours. They were smouldering with angered emotions, and he knew he had been caught. It was as if you had told off a cat that had killed a bird and brought it inside the house, but this cat was 2 times as big as you and got angry if you did the slightest thing they didn't like.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your head shaking as you stepped back. As soon as Pennywise growled you knew the gig was up, this was something he always did when he was caught, when someone seemed to be attacking him. Penny’s eyes watched you still, his lips curled into a snarl, his large hand falling back to his side, and you now noticed the large amounts of blood splatters that covered his otherwise grew clown suit.

“W-why Penny? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Not young enough!? Not pretty enough!?” You scream at him, throwing all caution to the wind, not worrying if you would anger the clown or not with your yelling or words. You needed him to know how you felt, and that this wasn't okay.

Another large angered, deep growl ripped from his painted lips, coming from the back of his throat like a feral animal that is trying to stand its ground. It sent a shiver down your spine, you knew he wouldn't keep his cool much longer.

“Come on Pennywise! Tell me!? Am I not good enough for you anymore!? No one could love you like I do Penny, no-fucking one!” You screamed out angrily, your fists curling up as you wanted to hit something.

In less than a second, his hand shot outwards and curled around your neck, fingers digging into the sides of your neck as your small frame was slammed against the wall roughly. You were winded for a couple of seconds, and before you knew it Pennywise’s body was pinning yours against the wall of the house. His eyes were now golden, his fingers starting to curl deeper into your throat, cutting off your windpipe and making it hard for you to breathe.

His face came up to your ear, fear starting to slowly slip into your veins at the lack of oxygen that you were getting into your lungs. This was something he did when he was angry, pin you down and make you feel small to make sure you knew he was in power, and it caused adrenaline to run through your veins.

“Young girls… they are easier to catch than other children my dear, their fear more intoxicating and delectable in their flesh…” He admits, his tongue slowly trailing over your earlobe, causing you to squirm under his hand. You could feel him smile, his hips pinning you harder against the wall and you couldn't help but feel the least bit aroused.

“But, my dear (Y/n), nothing can top your sweet taste, your delectable fear… You are mine and I have no intention of letting you out of my grasp anytime soon, those stupid little children mean nothing to me. You silly, silly girl” Penny growls, his lips touching your ear as he continued to talk, his teeth gently nibbling where he had licked earlier.

“Now my little kitten, do I have to fuck some sense into you? To make you remember that you are mine” Penny’s fingers dug in that little further at the word ‘mine’ “And that you always will be? Because I am more than willing to teach you the lesson my pretty little thing…”

“P-penny…” You croak, a wave of adoration and ease wafting over you at the words, the words of the clown both turning you on and reassuring you that you were his, and he did care about you in some messed up and psychopathic way only you could understand.

Pennywise’s other hand was travelling down your front, down the valley between your breasts, your stomach and to the belt that held your pants up. Quickly unbuckling it, his hand easily slipped into your pants, long fingers already groping and massaging your clothed pussy. Admittedly, you were already a bit wet from being pinned so hard against the wall, the feeling of his hips pinning you hard against it.

His giggles filled your ear, his lips now tracing down your throat and his teeth grazing early over your skin as you continued to squirm, buck your hips outwards into his hand that worked against your pussy “such a naughty kitty aren't you, already wet for me!? So so dirty my little one…” He teases you, fingers continuing to rub your pussy with your undies still on, making you crave his gloves to be against your actual skin.

Mewling, you felt saliva slipping out of Penny’s mouth, also effectively turning you on as you felt the dampness grow between your legs as his fingers worked. Biting into your neck, Penny growls yet animalistically and you could feel him hardening against your thigh. It was a couple more movements of his finger before they skillfully moved your soaked panties aside, shoving his long gloved finger into your pussy. His fingers knew their way around quite well, knowing all of your crevices and sweet spots.

Moans left your mouth in between moans and gasps, your mind becoming fuzzy as you hands shot upwards and into the clowns orange hair, grasping it tightly between your fingers and tugging it out of pleasure causing even louder and longer growls to escape from the back of Pennywise’s throat, his teeth slowly starting to break skin as his hips ground against yours hungrily, lustfully.

Biting down hard, Pennywise broke the skin on your neck and you couldn't help but gasp in shock, but also as it excited you, the feeling of being bitten causing your arousal to continue to build.

“You will always be mine (Y/n), Always!”

Pennywise growls animalistically, his mouth moving away from your neck, your blood smeared across his lips as they then smash against yours hungrily. Penny’s tongue forcefully enters your mouth, your tongues intertwining in a small battle which Pennywise won easily. Adding yet another finger, your whole body shook as you felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach.

Growing sick of the layers of clothes that hid your body from his eyes, Pennywise quickly ripped your clothes off your body with his claws, hungering for your body. You gave a small gasp as his eyes roamed your naked body, a feeling of excitement as he still had a hand inside of you while ripping off your clothes. Your nipples hardened in the cool temperature, and the rough wood against your back added another layer of pleasure to the experience.

Not wanting him to remove his hand from inside you, your fingers furiously worked on the buttons of the clowns uniform, tugging it down frantically off his lanky frame and onto the floor. His cock was hard and erect, and it caused you to clench your thighs in excitement. This caused Penny to giggle, watching how you reacted to him.

“Jump kitten” He snaps bossily, and you quickly did as you were told, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist before he lets out a small giggle.

Penny kept you pinned against the wall skillfully, making sure you didn't fall. His mouth had now fallen to your chest, lips hungrily lapping and sucking at your nipples before biting them, causing you to moan and squirm harder in his embrace. Saliva dripped down your stomach, slipping onto the floor, his fingers still working to tease your pussy.

Your arms locked around his neck, his lips still working on your chest, leaving small bite marks and bruises across your chest to prove his ownership of you. His claim of you. As he felt you growing to a high, he could now tell from your smell due to a number of times you had fucked each other, his fingers seemed to immediately vanish form in you.

Whining, this caused another sadistic giggle escaped his lips as his now free arm locked around your waist, the other holding himself steady as he lined himself up with your wet pussy. Pennywise entered rough and hard, slamming into you without any warning and quickly sinking into you before bottoming out inside you. You moaned loudly, your fingers leaving his hair and scratching down his back, leaving red marks behind as you arched your back to make him go deeper.

“P-penny!” You cried out, the first thing you had said since you had screamed at him only moments before.

With another cheerful giggle, he pulls out before slamming back inside you, as hard and fast as he possibly could. His hips kept a fast pace, moving in and out of you reaching further and further, slamming into your g-spot causing you to create new red lines on his whine back over and over as you arched your back to meet his thrusts.

Pennywise kept up a high tempo, slamming you against the wall and you continued to moan loudly, saliva covering your body as Penny now gripped your hair, yanking your face forwards and forcing your bruised lips to smash against his once again. His tongue was soon in your mouth again, your moans flowing into his mouth as a low growl emitted from his throat, and you knew that neither of you would last this round much longer.

“I-I’m close Penny…” You whimper, his speed only seeming to pick up as he heard you whimper this, another giggle escaping his lips. Penny’s excessive slobber now slipped down both of your chins, both of you panting.

“Come for me (y/n), come for me my little kitten!” Pennywise growls, his tone low and demanding you, his lips once again against your ear as his teeth bit down onto your earlobe once again.

You only lasted a couple more seconds, coming hard as you bucked your hips harder as you rode off your high, Penny’s thrusts starting to become sloppy himself as he released also after large thrusts into you. Both riding off your high, the clown slowly lowered you back onto the ground, before sweeping you up into his arms and appearing in ‘his bedroom’. Pennywise had created a clean room with a queen sized bed for when you decided to stay over, and it was the only normal room in the house.

Laying you down on the bed, pulling up the sheets to cover both your body and his, Pennywise grinned at you, laying down on the bed beside you as you rolled onto your side. Long arms encircling your waist, Penny tugged your naked form to his side, your face nuzzling into his collarbone. Emitting a sigh, you closed your eyes.

“If it…. If it really bothers you so much kitty, I won't eat any more little girls okay? I’ll stick to those little boys, okay?” The clown grumbles, his lips ghosting your forehead as he held a firm grasp on your form. It was always comforting, and it helped Pennywise control his protective notions between you.

“That you be nice Penny… as long as you don't starve. I'm so sorry for yelling, I just thought that you were over me” You mumble, not opening your eyes as a wave of tiredness hits you, making you realize how long and strenuous your day had really been. Well, you also had to factor in the events that had just happened, but your mind was starting to grow fuzzy.

“I want my kitten happy” Pennywise huffs stubbornly, his mind made up as he watches you slowly fall asleep, your breathing becoming a slow and steady rhythm. “Goodnight kitten, remember that you will always be mine” This was the last you heard, his gloved fingers ghosting the large bite mark that resided on your neck.

Soon enough, you had fallen asleep in the clown's arms, feeling no more fear and worry that Pennywise had moved on or was tired of you. He had you, and he always will. You would also always have Pennywise, watching you from the shadows and taking care of you, even if you didn't know he was there.

MASTERLIST

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Super Star (Part 2)

Summary: Jensen brings the reader over for dinner at his place...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: A wee bit of angst but only a teensy bit...

You were smiling as you turned off your TV, looking out your window to see your new car sitting outside. It wasn’t much but it was sure to give you a lot more peace of mind. It was after five and for the first time all day, you were starting to actually feel nervous about dinner. Getting a car wasn’t that bad, you’d taken a nice long four hour nap and even watched the movie Jensen gave you.

But now you had time to think about the fact you were going to some famous person’s house for dinner, a guy who you’d just watched on screen for the past two hours, a guy who you now understood why he had to deal with paparazzi following him.

“Bake,” you told yourself, going into your kitchen and whipping up some cookies to bring over, keeping your mind off of everything until your alarm went off telling you to shower.

Staring at your closet you weren’t sure what to wear. A dress? Jeans and a tee? Something in-between? 

You groaned, your black dress way too date night for something like this and you’d never bothered to stitch the tear in it from the last time it even came out of the closet. There was the soft blue one but that was for spring days. The purple one still had that stain in it you’d never gotten out.

“Just pick something, you idiot,” you said, flopping down on your bed in your towel.

You sat up and stared again, deciding just about all your clothes were awful and should never see the light of day again for one reason or the other.

Then you heard your intercom go off, the doorman telling you your guest was there.

“Crap,” you said, catching the clock, finding out he was there on time and not late like you’d been expecting. You jumped up and flung on a bra and underwear, grabbing a pair of jeans and a tank that was older but still pretty even after years of use. You shoved your feet into a pair of heels and nearly tripped on the rug as you went to your door. “Cookies.”

You grabbed them off the counter and went to lock up when you ran back to your room, grabbing your clutch, checking that you actually had your wallet and keys. You grabbed your phone off the counter, looking around one last time before getting out of there and jogging downstairs and outside.

“Hey,” said Jensen, wearing a pair of jeans and sneakers, a band shirt on and a baseball cap on his head. “Nice car.”

“Yeah, it’s about time I got one,” you said, Jensen walking you two over to his own, pausing for a second when you went straight for the passenger side. You climbed inside and he slid in the other door, giving you a smile. 

“You look nice,” he said, giving you a soft smile before spotting the tub in your lap. “Are those your chocolate chips?”

“I figured...I bake, it’s what I do,” you said, Jensen chuckling. 

“Good because those things are awesome and I may regret only taking a couple for myself,” he said, pulling onto the road.

“This morning...that was really sweet,” you said glancing down. “Helping me out like that. I’m not really good at accepting it most of the time.”

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. All I did was buy some delicious baked goods from the best baker in LA,” he said, feigning innocence.

“Well, thanks,” you said, watching him head into the more residential areas. He drove into a gated community but you were a little surprised when he pulled into a driveway attached to a fairly normal looking house, if only a little bigger than you were used to.

“Home sweet home,” he said, putting it in park and hopping out. You followed after and looked around. The yards all had high trees around so you wouldn’t see your neighbors but you could hear kids playing a few houses down, splashing in a pool from the sounds of it. “What?”

“This seems...normal almost,” you said, turning to look at his house. It was nice but it wasn’t some sixteen room mansion.

“Is normal a turn off for you? I’m not really good at the dickish Hollywood guy thing,” he said, waving you to follow him up the front path. He let you walk in first, flipping on the light switch as you looked around. There looked like an office on the right side, a formal dining area on the left, a set of stairs going up not too far off.

“You’re not one of those people that wears shoes in their house, right?” he asked, looking at your feet.

“No,” you said, kicking off your heels, watching him smile as you grew shorter in front of him. “Oh, we get it, you’re tall.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he said, slipping off his sneakers, grabbing them and your heels and putting them against the wall near a few pairs of boots and a bench. “Um, this is downstairs. There’s a bathroom right over here.”

“Your house smells pretty,” you said. 

“Just cause I’m a guy doesn’t mean I have to be completely gross. Plus I knew you were coming over so I may have cleaned up some,” he said, walking you over to the bathroom and pointing inside. “This way is the part of the house I actually spend time in,” he said.

You saw a family room on the right, a kitchen table in the middle of the room and a kitchen with a big island off to the far left. 

“There’s a den in the back but I never really-”

“I’ve got to bake in this kitchen,” you said, walking around, adoring all the prep space, spotting the double ovens, one with a dish inside, the farmhouse sink perfect for washing up.

“Anytime,” he said. You caught his smile when you realized you got a little excitable. “You really love baking, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you said, rubbing your arm. He put down the cookies on the table and cracked open his fridge. 

“You want a beer? Wine? Apple juice?” he asked. “Something?”

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” you said, watching him slide a bottle over on the counter, kicking the door shut.

“So,” he said, hopping up on the counter, taking off his hat and aiming to toss it on the stair banister to what led down to the basement you guessed, scowling when he missed. “How was your day?”

“Well I got my car, slept some, watched a movie...pretty good. Taking a day off is nice,” you said.

“You should take some more,” he said. “You smile more when you aren’t so tired. I like that.”

“You like my smile?” you asked, watching him nod his head. 

“I like a lot of things about you,” he said. “You’re very...likeable.”

“It’s a good thing you just say the words and don’t write ‘em, huh?” you teased, hopping up on the counter opposite him, spotting a fast smile as you relaxed around him.

“Yup. I can handle reading unlike some people in this business,” he said.

“Do you mind me asking what it’s like being famous? I saw the movie earlier and it was actually really good so I know that had to have made you super popular,” you said. 

“You don’t want to see my email. It’s a scary place,” he said, sipping on his drink. “It’s a good way to find out who your real friends are, who’s genuine, a little lonely sometimes. It’s not for everyone.”

“I couldn’t handle it,” you said, wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle. “I like my quiet little shop. Nobody wants anything from me apart from a few pastries.”

“I’ve had your pastries and I don’t know why you don’t have to fend people off everyday. Your stuff is fantastic,” he said, nodding over at one of the pink boxes he’d saved for himself. 

“Probably my bad marketing? I don’t have the time or even the manpower to handle a big influx in business,” you said. He hummed and you saw an idea churning in his head but whatever it was, he kept it to himself. “Don’t go all prince charming on me again. It was sweet the first time but I’m not some damsel.”

“I like that too,” he said, sliding off the counter and over to a cabinet, pulling out two plates. “You want to find your own way.”

“Just don’t do anything...ya know, like this morning,” you said, watching him nod his head.

“I won’t,” he said, walking over to the oven, opening the door. “I hope you like...ufphgh.”

“What did you cook? Death?” you said, hopping off the counter and plugging your nose as he pulled out some black tar looking thing.

“I’m going to figure out where to dispose of this if you want to order a pizza. Number’s on the fridge,” he said, his face scrunched up as he walked out the back door with the pan in hand. You ordered one and some wings, Jensen coming back inside to grab a garbage bag and shoving the dish inside before disappearing around the side of the house.

“Is it gone for good?” you asked when he came back. He wiped his hands and nodded his head.

“We could salt and burn it for good measure but I don’t think so,” he said, watching your head tilt. “Forgot, you said you’re a bit of a wimp and the Grisly movies are too scary for you.”

“I am not a wimp,” you said, crossing your arms, seeing his eyebrow raise at the obvious challenge. “You want to watch one, go right ahead.”

“Because all I do is watch movies of myself,” he said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and tossing it on the counter. He pulled out thirty bucks and slapped it down, waving for you to follow him into the family room. He grabbed a movie off the shelf and tossed it over. “Borrow it. Maybe you’ll want to watch it sometime if you’re not too chicken.”

“Yeah, and destroy what little sleep I do get? No thanks,” you said, taking it anyway.

“How about you tell me how somebody like you sets up in downtown LA? You’re definitely not a Cali girl,” he said, plopping down on the couch.

“Is that a problem?” you asked. “Southern boy.”

“Nope, just curious how you ended up here. I make sense, I came here because you basically have to. You though...tell me your story. What’s a baker like you doing in a place like this?” he asked.

“You are so not as cool as I thought you were,” you said, sitting down, getting the smirk out of him you were looking for. “That’s kind of a good thing.”

“I figured. Now talk before pizza shows up and I have to beat you in a wing eating contest.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head at him. “No! There is no way you can be that adorable!”

“I’m full of surprises,” he said, laughing as you sat back in your chair. You had your legs spread out so you were practically laying down, Jensen doing the same on the other side of the table, only a slice and two wings left. “I should drive you home. It’s getting kind of late.”

“I can stay a little...” you said before you spotted the clock on his microwave. “I didn’t realize it was after midnight.”

“Time flies,” he said, streching as he stood up. “So my little workaholic friend, can we do this again?”

So many parts of you wanted to say yes, that he was easy to talk to and the right amount of flirty and sweet and that he wasn’t stuck up at all like you feared. But you had no time for a relationship.

“Yeah. I’m not sure when I’ll be free again though,” you said. Jensen nodded and chuckled.

“My people will call your people?” he joked. 

“You have people?” you asked watching him shake his head. 

“Just an agent who I pretty much just tell if I want to do a project or not,” he said. “Well I know one night you are definitely going to have to make free on your schedule. I don’t care what you got to do but you’re hanging out with me that night.”

“Alright,” you said, sliding your phone over to him. He popped in his number and slid his own over, texting you not two seconds after it was in his hands.

The 16th clear your schedule. We’re doing something fun.

“That’s a Friday, I have a lot of-”

“Y/N,” said Jensen. “I will come buy everything again if I have to but you’re taking that day off. You’ll want to.”

“Why do I need to take the day off?” you asked, a devious grin on his face.

“Oh, I’m not ruining that surprise,” he said. You rolled your eyes, knowing he wasn’t budging. When you stood up and yawned, he gave you a strange smile, like he wanted to laugh and just got hit in the gut all at once.

“You okay?” you asked, his face falling some. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“I’d just rather not have to wait a couple weeks to do something with you again,” he said. 

“I close early on Tuesdays,” you said. Sure you used that extra time to do chores and run to stores but two weeks seemed like a really long time to you too.

“Tuesday then?” he asked, his face a bit brigther than before.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

“Morning,” you heard around ten the next day, a much needed break from constant customers for the past three hours interrupted. You smiled when you recognized it and whipped your head up to see Jensen. “Got any of the mint brownies today?”

“I think I’ve got one left,” you said, poking around at the other end of the case, pulling out the last one for him, putting it on a napkin. “On the house.”

“Y/N,” he said, cocking his head.

“Jensen,” you said, cocking yours. “Four bucks isn’t going to put me out of business.”

“Alright,” he said holding up his hands and taking the brownie. “But I’m actually meeting somewhere here so if I could get maybe some-”

“Here,” you said, grabbing one of each of the most popular items. 

“Thanks,” he said, grabbing them and sitting down at one of the tables, pulling out his phone.

You pretended to wipe down the counter but all you could think was guys didn’t meet people at cute little bakeries unless it was for a date. You were pretty sure the night before had been one but you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d read it completely and utterly wrong.

“Hey Jensen,” you heard a deep voice say, walking over and shaking his hand. You let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was a business meeting. There’d been a few in there before but it still wasn’t the most obvious of choices. After a few minutes the man in the suit came over to you and introduced himself before handing you a folder.

“What’s this?” you asked, flipping it open, your jaw dropping when you saw the number at the bottom of the page. “Um, w-what exactly is this?”

“Y/N, this is Robbie. Robbie is someone who helps people with too much money on their hands invest in businesses, typically restaurants. He’s got a great track record and plenty of clients who you can talk to about this,” said Jensen, watching your confusion grow.

“Miss Y/L/N, you have a brand name here, just not the staff or tools to utilize it. This is an offer, well an unusual offer, but an offer all the same to help maximize your business,” said Robbie, letting you glance at the file. You weren’t sure whether to be pissed off at him for thinking you needed saving or to give him a hug for what this deal would let you do. 

“Don’t make any decisions right now,” said Jensen, sensing you weren’t as happy as he might have hoped for. “Just think about it.”

He was out the door quickly, leaving Robbie behind to watch you fume.

“He doesn’t want to buy you out, it’s-”

“I can tell. He’s only asking for one percent ownership. This is a charity case and we both know it,” you said, slamming the folder shut.

“I’m not privy to the nuances of your relationship but I do know that you have a sound business that you care about. Restaurant owners, they don’t get into this to do the admin, financials, day to day work. They want to cook. You want to bake. This opportunity will set you up with good people who can handle that side of it, give you a team to take the load off your plate, you’ll make more money and have more free time. Plus you’ll give people jobs. Maybe you call it charity but it’s a good deal and you will have all the control,” he said, sliding the folder back over. “Take a more careful look and call me when you’ve made a decision.”

It was late that night when you were walking out of Robbie’s office, calling Jensen and asking him to meet you at your store. He was waiting outside when you arrived, not really looking at you as you took a deep breath.

“Robbie said you took it,” he said, looking down the street over your head.

“I’m going to ask you this once and I want you to be honest with me,” you said. 

“99% of it is because you make the best damn sweets I’ve ever tasted in my life and this is a legitimately good investment. The other one percent is me wanting to spend time with you and I can’t do that if you’re worried about this place and money and working all the time. That is why I did it. I’m not trying to be your hero. I’m just being selfish,” he said, taking a deep breath. 

“Is that why you got your friend to invest and not you? You want to be very clear what our relationship is?” you asked.

“I don’t want to be your business partner,” he said, giving you a tiny smile.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“You to come over for dinner tomorrow,” he said. “If you’re not mad at me that is.”

“Okay,” you said, his lips twitching up. “I have a really hard time at staying mad at you and I guess everything you just said is true and you’re nice and I’m stubborn and just promise not to cook again and I’ll be there,” you said, bumping his arm.

“Alright,” he said, that smile stuck on his face for good now. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date?” you asked, his head cocking to the side.

“No, this is a date,” he said, pulling one out of his coat pocket, cracking up.

“Really? Wow, you...so not cool,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling anyways.

“Y/N, it is a date. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty,” he said, holding the fruit out for you, letting you take it and pop it in your mouth. “See you tomorrow.”

“You know you can’t be so sweet and adorable all the time!” you said, his laugh echoing down the quiet street.

“Yes I can. You better get used to it cause I ain’t stopping anytime soon.”

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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Decided to just do another cover, since all three had one minus this one. Ngl, I traced Ugga and Grug's head shapes and stuff to get them on model bc fuck Grug is hard to draw, bodies were referenced from a photo and several screenshots in the movie. Also totally convinced Grug had plenty of hair until Eep was born and stressed it off to hell lol Below is the story that goes along with this story, featuring Grug and Ugga and a story about them in their younger days ~ - <3 - "Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don't remember growing older When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall? Wasn't it yesterday When they were small? Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly flow the days"

"You know, Grug. Eventually, Eep and Guy, they're going to want to start their own pack. Just like we did, it's our nature."

Grug is confused about when his little girl stopped being so little, perhaps its time Gran and Ugga tried reminding him it wasn't too long ago he was just like Guy and Eep are now.

The Sun Was a Wayfarer - Series

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It was really hard sometimes for Grug to accept his little girl wasn't so little anymore. She'd always been stuck like tar to his side and would demand stories as a young child. The old cave walls were filled with tiny hand prints he never realized had grown bigger until Guy came along and forced him to be reminded Eep was indeed a woman. She was seventeen summers old and the fact wasn't lost on anyone who had functioning eyes in their head.

Fathers only saw with their hearts though and inside Grug's his daughter was still that rambunctious sweet little girl who needed him to protect her. That also included suitors.

"Grug you're brooding again," he heard Ugga say from behind him.

"This is just my face." Grug shifted his weight from where he sat lounging against his favorite rock.

"Trust me, I can see them just as clearly as you can."

Grug couldn't help but stiffen at her call out of his snooping. Was it really spying though if the two were out in the open? They were together by the beach with Chunky playing third wheel. The demanding feline squeezed his way between them when he felt they were being too touchy. Or maybe it was just Grug self projecting, his cat generally liked being the center of attention. Guy and Eep were fishing by hand in the water but it soon turned into a game of seeing who could out run the tide first whilst trying to knock the other down. Chunky kept getting confused by this activity as he shook droplets off his wet paws.

Eep was in the lead by at least seven points, it wasn't like Grug was keeping track though. "Why didn't you tell me sooner Eep was all grown up?" Grug side eyed his mate who just laughed at him.

"She's up to your shoulder and gives you a hard time like every teenager, I thought it was obvious." Ugga nudged him with her elbow, her small hands were busy threading a bone needle with sinew as she sewed new clothes for her family.

"Well… she was always a stubborn girl and big for her age," he quipped as he crossed his arms.

"And then she got that doe-eyed look when mister-you-know-who showed up." Ugga batted her eyelashes playfully in emphasis and folded her hands beneath her chin a moment. It was hard to keep a straight face, Ugga quickly laughed it off. Grug set his jaw in a very uncharacteristic pout.

"Never should have stuffed him in the log," Grug said with less heart than he actually felt. Sure, he enjoyed roughing the kid up sometimes and making a big show of being upset seeing Eep with Guy but in truth he was fond of the… guy. It was still his job as a dad to scare Guy a little.

"Oh don't say that, he's practically our son now."

"Does that mean I need to protect him from Eep then?" He kept the edge of hope out of his voice the best he could as he faced his mate.

Ugga rested her chin on her fist thoughtfully, she put the needle safely away as she watched the two lovebirds chase one another on the beach. "You might, honestly," Ugga said with a warm voice. "She's a handful."

He heard a startled yelp from the shore and got to enjoy the sight of Guy yet again face planting in the sand. Eep pounced over his toppled form, he was spitting sand from his mouth.

"Gotta be faster than that!" She shouted with a victorious smile.

Guy mustered the energy to mockingly look at her like he was bothered but the toothy grin that spread on his face afterward said otherwise.

"Lovesick idiots," remarked Gran as she hobbled over to join them. She watched Eep and Guy fondly despite her toughness. "What I wouldn't give to be their age again. Especially with a boy like him, where was he fifty summers ago?"

"Ugh, I don't need that mental image," Grug mumbled with a shudder, his face surly.

"Aw Grug. Don't you remember what it was like to be young and in love?"

"I do, and that's why I'm worried!" Grug jutted a thumb behind him and caught the confused blank stare Guy gave the group at catching their gossip. "Young and hot blooded , Ugga."

Eep went over to haul Guy back up by the scruff of his neck. She shot Grug an embarrassed and irritated look that was muffled by her wild mane of red hair. "Ugh… Dad, we can hear you!"

"Good! So keep your hands to yourselves! You don't want little Eeps!" Grug paused. " I don't want more little Eeps, one of you is plenty!"

Guy gaped at them like a suffocating fish, Gran guffawed and shook her head. "Let them be, lunkhead. Not like they'll do anything in front of us, eh?" The two younger children of the Croods clan, Sandy and Thunk, looked up in confusion from where they were busy playing with Douglas a short distance away.

Eep pulled the curtain of hair over her eyes and wished for the ground to swallow her. Guy rubbed the back of his neck at the narrow eyed look Grug shot him.

Ugga rolled her eyes and began to try shooing the old woman off. "Mom, please."

"Come now, it's my generational right to tease the youngsters." Gran reached forward with her staff to hook it under the back of Grug's pelt shirt. She jerked it up with more speed than a lady her age should have, causing Grug to choke a moment as he grabbed for the shirt collar. "See? Like that! Sides, I got plenty of blackmail about you two turtledoves too. Grug was pathetic ."

Grug eyed her with a pointed glare once he was free of her pesky walking stick. Gran was unbothered, only grinned a toothy smile as she flopped comfortably onto the sand. She glanced towards Eep who perked at the potential to embarrass her father for once. It was hard to miss the mischievous wink she sent her granddaughter. Grug didn't like the curious glint in those green eyes as his spunky daughter practically skidded to seat herself near Gran. Guy followed clumsily as she had a vice grip on his hand. How Eep hadn't pulled his shoulder out along the way, Grug would never know.

It wasn't long until the entire family were seated in front of Gran. Thunk had Douglas in his lap and Sandy was curled around Belt who cooed at the attention. Ugga gave her mate a look that was screaming 'you brought this on yourself', Grug resigned himself to his fate out of pride. Real men didn't run from such things and as the patriarch he refused to be cowed by silly stories of when he was courting Ugga.

"What was dad like with mom?" Eep asked as she leaned forward, grinning. She looked at Grug who just huffed.

"Like I said, utter mushy rotten fruit. You think Guy is tooth rotting, you should have seen your father in his day." Guy pouted at being the butt of the joke as usual, he cast his dark eyes at Grug. He smirked as if to boast at the boy, smug that he wasn't going down alone in this evening razzing. "I wanted to chuck a rock at him every time he came to see Ugga."

Some of Guy's pride was built back up again though when Eep fondly rubbed shoulders with him. Grug began to wonder if it really was self-projecting this time when Chunky nosed his way between the young couple for a snuggle. Guy looked startled whilst Eep just scratched the Macawnivore between the ears.

Ugga decided to play traitor this night. "Mom how about you tell the kids about that time when Grug went on that big errand you gave him."

Grug couldn't help but wince and gave Ugga a scowl. The little minx had the nerve to grin innocently at him despite the betrayal.

"Big errand?" Guy echoed, he was barely visible from under Chunky's massive form.

"That story is my favorite," Gran cackled with a devious gleam in her eye. "And see Guy, back in our day if you wanted to court a woman you had to do something for the head of the family! Gramp was dead so I got to pick the task. Bless that heart attack he had."

Eep and Guy shared a look before both teenagers gazed questionably at Grug. He fidgeted before rolling his eyes. "That was Yesterday stuff. Besides, Guy saved us from The End with all his weird ideas so… consider the tab paid off."

"That brain thing of yours is really useful," Eep agreed with a girlish tone.

Guy blushed red at the compliment but didn't shy away from it. If anything it just made him glow proudly. "There's more where that came from," he quipped and knocked his knuckles lightly against his temple.

Grug almost wished he'd missed the bright, lovesick smiles the two shared despite Chunky barring them apart to the best of his ability. The desire for his daughter's happiness won out though, luckily for Guy who beamed. Even protective fathers and clingy Macawnivores weren't enough to stop true love it seemed.

"Anyway… it's no secret I didn't like your dad. So I came up with the most impossible task ever to earn Ugga." Gran licked her dry lips as she grunted, "Of course Grug had to go and actually do it."

"What did you make dad do?"

"Told him to go get a hair off a naked molephant."

Guy blinked. "But naked molephants don't have hair."

"Well, this is Grug so of course the nincompoop found the one blasted molephant that had hair." Grug let himself puff his chest out like a peacock preening its feathers.

"Yeah, well, you should have known better when you set me out on a job, Gran." He gave his mother-in-law a catty grin, for now he could relish in a past victory that smarted her way back when.

Eep looked at her grandmother mischievously. "So… when does the story get good?"

Ugga snickered, by now she had abandoned her sewing to sit between Thunk and Sandy. Thunk leaned against his mother as the woman combed her fingers through his scruffy mop of hair. "When he came back with his tunic ripped apart by a tusk," Ugga interjected.

"Wow," Thunk said in awe, turning his eyes to stare at Grug. Grug appreciated at least one Crood wasn't laughing at him. "How'd you do that?"

Gran cocked an eyebrow with a chuckle. "Yeah Grug, tell them."

Grug crossed his arms moodily. "Just for the record, it was a real life or death battle getting that stupid hair."

"Ugga was sewing his left buttocks for weeks," Gran said with a slap to her knee, the memory made her lifetime, really. She lifted her bony hands up to gesture with those old curled fingers of hers a measurement. "He's got a scar like this—"

"— ANYWAY! Like I was saying," Grug grumbled. He turned his attention back to his family. He scooped up a clump of sand and clay from the ground below and drew a vaguely person-like shape into the rock he had been lounging on. Then he drew a beast with tusks and a long nose next to him. "It was a battle of life and death, there I was, twenty two summers old—"

It was pure spite that kept him going hours after setting forth into the desert. Gran was convinced he couldn't win her daughter as his mate, and so when the old lizard raised the stakes he was determined to prove her wrong. He would get Ugga, she was something special and worth more than daylight itself.

He loved her and if it took getting a stupid molephant hair to be with her then so be it. Gran had been making him jump through hurdles since the day he'd met Ugga, it was no secret they shared a mutual loathing for each other. It also came from the same selfless affection the two had for Ugga, though Grug would have thought knowing he made her daughter happy was enough for her. Growling under his breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow.

There was still a good five knuckles before the sun would set, he'd find it before then. Either that or he was going to face the dangers night brought—

“You? Staying outside at night?” Eep sounded doubtful.

“... yes ,” Grug huffed.

“See? Big mush,” Gran interrupted.

"Can I finish? Nobody interrupted this much back in the cave," he grumbled moodily.

—He was sure the beast was around here somewhere as he took a cautionary sniff of the dry, dusty air. Grug could see footprints inbedded in the barren and broken ground that sand didn't cover yet. Running onwards, he pressed his knuckles into the ground as he paced himself.

Grug crossed the desert quickly and ignored the aching in his palms and feet from the hot tough earth. He was built strong and a little pain wouldn't stop his pride. He paused when the scent grew stronger, flaring his nostrils he climbed up a nearby tree to survey what was around. The sun was strong against his eyes and Grug strained through the bright rays of light to see a dark speck in the distance. In a nearby canyon below, Grug finally found what he was looking for—

"What about never being afraid?" Thunk asked his father.

Grug looked at Thunk before settling his dark eyes on his beloved Ugga. "I was afraid," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I wanted to impress your mother more. Being stubborn and hormonal is a terrible mix."

"You stubborn? No!" Eep exclaimed with a teasing grin. Guy gave her a playful look from where he was walled by Chunky.

Grug made a vague gesture with his hand and he relished in the confused faces Eep and Guy made when Chunky pressed his full weight against both of them. Guy yelped for mercy as Eep tugged on the cheeky feline that was crushing him into the sand.

"Grug! Please call him off!" A large paw cuffed his head, Guy's words quickly muffled.

"Dad!"

Grug suppressed a grin as he went back to his story. "I found the molephant so what was next was getting the hair—"

Grug couldn't say how long it took climbing down that cliff wall to reach the level the molephant was at. It was risky and went against what Grug practiced in his beliefs. Caution and fear kept him alive this long, yet here he was about to go harass an molephant for some hair it might or might not have. Dread pooled in his belly and made him cold, going after more beasts was not how he wanted this to go. Breathing heavily through his gritted teeth, Grug crept as quietly as he could across the canyon. There were many tall and small rocks around that would provide cover should he need to hide.

Grug didn't have a brain, cavemen didn't use those. At least he didn't and it showed when he found himself running full speed away from a rampaging molephant. He relied on his gut instinct to weave and dodge its massive tusks that were swung at him. Grug scrambled and whenever he managed to get close, the creature stomped it's way towards him with a vengeance.

He bit back a curse when a tusk just barely ripped part of his tunic at his chest—

"—so this is when the story gets to the best part," Eep interrupted with a cheeky hum. She'd since rescued Guy from the weight of Chunky and had him cuddled protectively in her arms. She rested her chin on his mused up brown hair. Guy idly stroked one of her hands that were interlocked at his neck and chest.

"I thought it was always at the best part," Thunk quipped in a confused voice to his sister.

"If I say anything else I'm worried I'll become Macawnivore food," Guy said and tipped his head to the side with a huff.

Ugga smiled at her children as Grug shot them a look to be silent. "Look if you want to laugh at me can I finish this up then first?"

Gran reached her staff out to bop Eep over the head, her bushy red hair cushioned the blow. "Yeah, hush your tongue."

Eep huffed when she felt Guy trying to muffle his grin into her arm. Grug shook his head at the sight, feeling a fond nostalgia swell within him despite the protective instinct. He looked at Ugga and she just arched a brow at her mate. Grug turned back to telling the story, large fingers drawing more on the rock.

"The molephant was putting up a good fight but your old dad was better—"

—He was swearing aloud and screaming as he hung onto the tusk by his shirt. Grug was glad he didn't feel wounded but this was just a disaster waiting to happen. Even the molephant seemed dismayed at the fact he now had the man stuck on his face. It kept rampaging and Grug strained against the beast in order to sink his feet forcibly into the hard earth. Dust filled the air and with his innate strength, Grug managed to swing his body around to grab it by its tusk. The molephant slowed and leaned back to buck, swinging Grug off after a lot of effort.

He was thrown through the air and scrambled to find his feet as he rolled like a big boulder. Dazed, Grug just barely got out of the way of the molephant as it charged him. Panting, Grug finally saw the hair on its angrily swishing tail. It groaned in frustration and Grug realized the molephant had gotten its massive body stuck between two rocks. Panicked and running strictly on adrenaline, Grug reached forward to yank off a clump of hair from its tail. It trumpeted its distress, Grug began to rush away but there was the sound movement. He dared to look behind him, yelling out he did all he could to escape the incredibly pissed off beast.

It only took one stupid stumble to find that in that split moment he was thrown into the air. Pain flowered under his back and rump. The last seconds felt like they were slow motion as he landed harshly into a patch of huge, prickly brambles. Everything went blurry and before he knew it, there was nothing...

He'd awoken to darkness and the scent of blood in his nose. He was tangled upside down in a bramble bush and covered in an uncomfortable amount of burrs. There was also pain in his rear end and back, Grug noted with a groan. However the panic he felt for that hair won out his concern for his current state. He couldn't go back without that blasted hair!

He froze his struggling at a sound in the distance and cowardly he hunkered down the best he could whilst suspended in the air head facing down. However, it soon turned into a voice. "...Grug! Grug?!'

"Ugga?!" He whispered harshly and in the moonlight he saw the cavewoman trotting cautiously on all fours. "I'm over here!"

Ugga hurried towards him and gave him a worried once over. Grug grinned at her concern until she scowled, harshly tugging on his ear like he was an impudent child. "Are you asking for a death wish, Grug?! Look at you! I can't believe you took mom seriously!"

"...it's good to see you too, Ugga," he grunted, pressing a hand to his ear to drown out the headache she gave him.

Ugga circled him with careful gray eyes as she tried to figure out how to get him down. "You are lucky no hungry predators sniffed you out first before I did," Ugga continued to scold.

Grug stiffened at the mention of such a risk and reached an arm to grab her shoulder as if it would protect her. "You shouldn't even be out here," he grumbled back.

"I know but after hearing mom laughing it up with the tribe about this stupid errand I needed to find you," Ugga hissed, pulling away to give him another stink eye. "I'm so mad at you right now."

"Yeah well once I find where that dumb hair went I'll be the one laughing at her!" Grug exclaimed, wiggling in an attempt to dislodge himself.

"Would you hold still? You're just going to make yourself worse," she complained and began to tear at the thicket with her strong, calloused hands.

Grug, being the stubborn man he was, continued to squirm this way and that. "I can get down myself," he huffed.

Ugga threw her hands up in frustration before yanking at a cord of bramble. "You have a head made of rocks, Grug."

Grug opened his mouth to argue back before suddenly falling. He cried out when his head hit the ground, grabbing at his neck in pain of the impact. Nursing a bump that felt like some giant goose egg, Ugga examined his tunic.

She made a noise through her teeth in fret. "How are you not dead right now?"

"I don't know!" He said with a growl, shuffling to sit up. Everything hurt from his skull to his toes that spread out in the pulse of his blood. "But between you, your mom and that molephant, all of you are really trying to bury me!"

Ugga rolled her eyes and spun him around, she pulled up his shirt before Grug could even protest. "You're lucky," she sighed, relief warming her voice. "That molephant tusk missed a major arterie. Really ruined your tunic though."

He softened and reached a hand out to touch her arm. "I got other shirts."

"It's probably going to scar. Can you walk?" Ugga faced him once again, he couldn't help but frown as he watched her wipe her bloody palm in the sand. My blood, Grug thought with a pained wince.

The adrenaline of the moment and even beyond it was wearing off, Grug really wanted to go back to his cave to nurse his wounds and ego. "I think so. Um… help balance me?"

A smile lit up her face and Grug wondered if it was the blood loss or her that made him sway breathlessly. "Sure." Ugga offered her arm to him which he took.

However, he stopped with a groan. "Ugh… wait. The hair, I'm not going back without that hair!"

"Forget the hair, Grug. Mom will get over it."

"Oh no! Ugga, I'll never hear the end of it if I don't give her that stupid hair!" Grug let go of Ugga to try peering through the darkness on the ground, crouching on his knuckles.

Ugga put her hands on her hips. "What is so important about getting my mom this hair? Naked molephants don't even have hair."

Grug just stuck a finger at her triumphantly. "Yes, yes they do and I swear to the sun it's not just me getting loopy from all this blood loss."

"Grug, you're scaring me," Ugga said in a deadpanned tone, brows arched.

"That old lizard can't keep us apart anymore after this," he continued to ramble on and on.

"Grug…"

"If it's a hair that ancient fossil wants in order to get her out of mine for good then so be it," he continued.

" Grug!"

"What?!"

"If you want to be my mate so bad why don't you just ask me yourself?"

Grug stopped his frantic search and stiffened up like a ribbit being hunted by a liyote. He turned to face her and saw she looked disappointed, arms crossed over her muscular chest. "Um… excuse me?" He wanted to kick himself for stuttering, he wasn't a boy anymore.

"I'm not something to trade for, and the fact you actually went through with it astounds me." Ugga shook her head with a sigh.

Grug shuffled his weight uncomfortably, he'd never been good at addressing his feelings out in the open like that. Even if it was for Ugga whom he loved dearly. "I know you're not an object, Ugga."

"Then why ask mom?"

"I… I don't know. I guess… I got tired of her talking badly about, you know… us." Grug looked at her with a frown, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Ugga reached out to cup his cheek in her hand as she stood in front of him. "Mom says a lot of things, you really need to tune her out."

He turned his head to brush his nose against her palm in a fond gesture, slouching. "She always says I'm no good for you, Ugga."

"Well, lucky for us mom isn't the one you have to court. It's me." She leaned back on her heels, still stroking his face with a gentle touch for a woman as fierce as Ugga.

"I'm just saying, getting her to shut up would be a win win to this mess." Grug shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive way, a small grin on his face.

Ugga rolled her eyes at him. "You and your manly pride are going to get you into trouble."

"If I'm already in trouble I might as well finish up," he quipped. Grug found his molephant hair amongst the broken debris the molephant had left in its rampaging wake, he’d lifted it up triumphantly in the moonlight. Ugga shook her head. “Okay, now, we can go back!”

When they returned, the sun had started to rise over the desert as dawn chased off the night. Gran had stood outside the dwelling she shared with Ugga, her scowl etched deep into her wrinkled features. The other families were creeping out of their dens in preparation of the morning hunt and foraging, their curious eyes were shocked to see Grug limping back into the canyon with Ugga supporting his hulking mass.

Grug shoved the wad of hair into Gran's face with a low growl, "Here's your stupid hair!" The old woman took it with muted shock for once, gaping mouth wide as she looked between Grug and Ugga. With a burst of adrenaline and pride, he looped his massive arm around Ugga's waist to haul her over his shoulder.

She gave a startled laugh, lightly smacking her fists into his back. "We're going back to this tradition, are we?"

"I gotta make sure your mom doesn't try anything again, you're as good as mine now," Grug huffed, limping with his Ugga secured in his grasp like she weighed light as a feather.

"You're too much, Grug."

"You've never complained before," he shot back with a grin.

"C'mon big guy, I think all that blood loss is affecting your head. Let me patch you up."

Grug headed for his cave, merry that he'd gotten Ugga and at the same time shut that awful lizard of a mother-in-law up. It costed him his pride, he noted, it was hard to ignore the snickering of the families around them. He only bared his teeth at them which seemed to work for the moment. Once his back was turned the whispering and giggling continued.

Ugga merely pressed her forehead into the back of his neck and it made everything better… least until Gran moved in but that was a different story for another tomorrow.

Grug finished his story with flourish, loosely drawing what seemed to be a lopsided circle around the two images presenting Ugga and himself.

"I like that story," Eep said, a bit dreamily as she looked at the pictures. "It wasn't really embarrassing though."

"It was if you were there," Grug scoffed as he wiped his clay covered hands on his pelt.

"Well, it still makes me laugh at least," Gran said from where she sat, cackling.

"You laugh at anything that has me getting beat up," he pointed out, surprisingly with a much more amiable tone.

"Not true, now that you learned some jokes I laugh at other things too."

Ugga smiled fondly at her mate, letting Thunk sit up so she could go wrap her arms around his bicep in a hug. "Thank you," Ugga said, rubbing her nose into his cheek.

Grug softened and felt his ears burn, giving her a small smile. His eyes fell to his audience and he couldn't help lingering on Eep who still had Guy draped in her lap. They were gazing at one another like nobody else existed around them for the moment, Guy lifting a finger to fondly boop her nose.

Ugga shook her head. "Let them be, you remember what it was like still." She patted his arm fondly with a knowing smile.

Grug huffed but said nothing, just reluctantly looked away from the two lovestruck teenagers. "I've been lounging around too much anyway." He tried shrugging off the blatant teenage romance going on right in front of him. "Since they're busy, dinner duty is on me now." The plan had been fish but he knew that failed disastrously from the word go.

He grabbed Thunk by the shoulder and the boy protested a moment, Douglas scampered between their legs as Grug lead the way towards the woodland hugging the beachfront. Ugga watched Grug go, sighing like she was a girl of twenty summers old again. She reached down to grab Sandy who wiggled in her arms, Ugga tucked her under her elbow without batting an eye over the feral snarling. She cast one last look at Eep and Guy before walking off herself, intending to put Sandy down for a nap.

"C'mon you little scamp," Ugga told her daughter. "You need all the rest you can get for when Dada comes back with food."

"Hey… where did everybody go?" Eep found a moment to look away from Guy to realize the clearing had been well… cleared out. Only one that remained was Gran, the old battle ax of a woman rolled her eyes.

Guy lingered his gaze on her still. "I don't know but you are still here so it's not a problem yet for me."

She fought off a smile best she could but failed at his widening one.

"About time the two of you joined us back in this world," she grunted in a teasing tone, her joints creaking as she pushed herself to her feet.

"Oh, hey Gran." Guy waved a hand idly in her direction.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eep inquired, huffing.

"Oh, you know very well what I mean," Gran replied, stretching a kink out of her back. She gave a satisfied sigh at the pop, leaning comfortably against her stick. "Anyway lovebirds… I want my afternoon nap now. Laughing at Grug really wipes an old lady out."

"Hold on a second!" Eep exclaimed, springing up to her feet. She unceremoniously hefted Guy up in her arms as she did so, his dark eyes only startled for a second. "Why is that story your favorite, really?" Eep asked with a squint.

She put Guy back on his own two feet though clung to his bicep. He leaned against her solid form without a thought, it came as easy as breathing air. "You and Grug didn't seem to have the best relationship," Guy added thoughtfully as he looked at her.

Gran huffed through what was left of her teeth, shaking her head. "It reminds me of how foolishly in love you two are," she chuckled at the matching blushes on their faces. "Being so devoted that you go and do something stupid to prove it. I'd watch your back Guy, Grug knows he can get you to climb in Chunky's mouth if it means Eep is your reward for it."

"Eep isn't a thing," he sputtered.

Eep couldn't help but playfully jab his ribs. "I'm not a catch then?"

"Of course you are!" Even at her most gentle, Eep knocked the wind out of him and he was wheezing.

"See! That is what I mean," Gran cackled as she reached out to pat Guy fondly on the shoulder. "Lovesick idiot. Eep has you down pat. That's okay though, us ladies like a man who's easy to boss around." She winked at Eep and Guy.

She heard Eep's disgruntled scoff as she turned away, a mischievous grin tugging her old lips. "Do try to behave yourselves. Well, I'll say ta-ta for now, loves." Leaving the two to their own devices at last, Gran began to hobble off after the direction her daughter Ugga had gone.

Guy stared at the pathway until Gran was a mere speck and turned to look at Eep. "Am I easy to boss around?"

"Behave ourselves," Eep said, pouting. "She's acting like we have no restraint!"

Guy chuckled with a teasing grin, leaning down to brush his lips against the hinge of her jaw. She immediately melted. "Maybe she's kinda right about that, at least," he mumbled against her chin.

Eep nuzzled herself closer to him, feeling his breath fan her neck. “We probably shouldn’t prove her right, you know how Gran is.”

Guy just huffed and began to pepper her neck and face in kisses, Eep had no complaints despite her playful refusal. Rebellion just came with being young, even if the old codger would relish in teasing them later for it.

[plugrick]

Pass who a what now? Rick had been so caught up in googly-eyed admiration of the beautiful model of a woman gracing his presence that he had nearly missed his best friend’s request. Everything but her had been background static, practically sailing right over his lovesick head!

The young musician dumbly blinked a few times as if coming out of a trance before glancing over at Punk, innocently cocking his head to the side in questioning. “W-what portal gun? I-III left mine with Birdperson.”

Uh oh. If Punk’s gun was out of juice, and Rick hadn’t been - understandably - entrusted to keep his own on his person... Then that meant the whole ragtag group was more or less shit out of luck.

Stuck. Stranded. Marooned!

“You mean, you can’t take us back?!” Skadoodle shouted indignantly at the revelation that there was no way they were making it back in time to participate in the legendary mosh. It sure ticked him off. “Dick move! What the FUCK, man!”

The green alien decided to take out his frusturations on the party at fault and aggressively gave Punk a solid shove, sending the human back at least a couple of stumbled steps. If Skadoodle couldn’t throw down in the pit, he’d just have to make do with beating the tar out of this guy! “Fucking douchebag! I’m gonna KICK your—“

THUNK!

Just when it seemed as if things were on the brink of all hell breaking loose and devolving into a full on brawl, a fist swung in from the side and clocked the jerky alien right in the jaw so hard that it must’ve dislocated. Oooh! That had to hurt!

And the one punch that shut annoying Skadoodle up and send him straight down into the sand had come from none other than...

“That’s what you get for picking on my favorite band!” Diane firmly scolded the down-and-out asshole, stomping a combat boot at his fallen form while lightly shaking her now very sore hand. She hadn’t been in the middle of the death wall for nothing; she was tougher than she looked, and apparently had one hell of a right hook!

Rick’s jaw dropped, and with good reason. That unexpected move had been incredible. Downright impressive. One of THE sexiest things he had ever laid eyes on. “W-wow... Y-you’re really something, huh~?”

One look at the kid’s blissful expression was enough for anyone to tell that he’d fallen for her right then and there, head over heel over head again. She was the whole package - rock n’ roll as fuck, a fan of the band, and totally badass! The ditzy young man hopped right up on his feet, almost tripping over his own lanky legs in the struggle to stand upright and properly introduce himself. “Hi, I-I’m Rick! Has anyone ever told you th-that you’re amazing?”

The young woman chuckled and tucked a strand of medium length blonde hair behind her ear, amused by the commentary that obviously did not come from a place of sobriety. It was kind of cute, in it’s own way. Drunk words were sober thoughts, after all. “Ha Ha! Well, helloooo, Rick. It’s nice to meet one of the Flesh Curtains in person... I’m Diane.”

Her pretty eyes, shimmering like the stars themselves, turned in the direction of the other human amongst them. The one sporting crazy green hair, and well defined muscles, and an adorable face that she hadn’t remembered seeing at shows before tonight... But certainly wasn’t going to complain about seeing him now. Her eyes trailed up and down Punk’s scantily dressed form before she cracked a sweet smile. “I suppose we’ll be here for a while, so we might as well get acquainted. And you are...?”

[onlyapunkmorty] ❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

@onlyapunkmorty

“L-listen, kid, th-the way I see it? If, if yer sober enough to - to drive either one, th-then you’re not *uuurp* drunk enough. Hah!”

[withabackpackandcamera]

November 9th, 2018

Day 7: A Slow and Lazy Last Day in Yangon

Whoa, what a sleep last night! I was in such a deep sleep that I had a ridiculously vivid dream that I can no longer remember. Hopefully there was no sleep talking involved... else the quiet dorm room would’ve been quite disturbed.

This morning, I had to wake up early to finish packing, eat breakfast, and take my taxi to Heho Airport for my flight back to Yangon. I had a chance to say goodbye to Christian, Sebastian, and Marion before thanking my great hostel hosts Amy, Erica, and Fiona, all of whom did an awesome job of taking care of us and our needs and always remembering our names! What great people!

An hour after I left the hostel, I was at the airport, and a little more than an hour after that, I was back in Yangon. The first stop of the day after a quick break at the house was some lunch at Rangoon Tea House. Because I wanted to use today as a day to try certain well-known dishes in Myanmar knowing it was my last day to do so, I asked my two new friends Kyi and Sandar where I should go for mohinga, the national dish of Myanmar; they recommended Rangoon Tea House, a more upscale restaurant for food, known to be a little pricier and more conducive to foreigners, but still authentic. Originally, when I had made this plan to try mohinga, I heard from Jack in Nyaungshwe that Lucky Seven Teahouse had great mohinga but decided that going with the local recommendation would probably be more authentic. So I went to Rangoon Teahouse, which was actually super crowded, mostly with tourists. I ordered the Four Fish Mohinga, Pote Man Si Lone La Phey Yay (traditional Burmese tea with different proportions of evaporated and condensed milk), and No-Bake Chai Tea Cheesecake, which was black chai infused cheesecake with a sour cream topping. The food was so delicious! The mohinga was so yummy and so full of flavor and fragrance. A great meal to start my last day! And the tea was super good as well, a bit like Thai tea. After just the main meal, I was so uncomfortably full haha. Dessert was not such a great idea… but it was good nevertheless!

After stuffing myself, my next mission was gift/souvenir shopping. For this, I went to Bogyoke Market. My goal was to buy something that I could use to decorate the apartment back home (especially since I wasn’t able to buy something in Morocco last time); in this case, I was looking for a nice painting that Cynthia and I could add to our wall space. After searching the market at lightning speed, I finally found a couple of stalls selling the paintings I was hoping to buy. At first, I took a look at my different options and gauged pricing. I also looked through some samples to determine what style of painting I liked the best. And finally, after probably an hour of looking, I finally found a stall with enough options of a particular artist’s work to pick from (the artist was Ko Khine Thin Tar). After looking through all of the stall’s options, I finally settled on two 11x15 paintings for 27000 kyat after bargaining down from his asking price of 31000 kyat. Sadly, I couldn’t get it any lower, but that’s ok since it was still really cheap.

With my mission complete, I started my walk home, with a quick detour to the air-conditioned modern shopping center that was located right across the street from the market. And it was like any other big, major shopping center and provided a stark contrast to the market I had just come from. I strolled through briefly, took a look around, and left for home as the sun was starting to go down. It wasn’t a far walk until I reached home and once I was comfortable, I just chilled and took a quick nap until it was time to be picked up by Sandar for dinner with her and Kyi. By the time I was picked up, I was so tired that I wasn’t even hungry.

After sitting with Sandar in the car and driving through traffic to a part of town I hadn’t been to yet, we eventually made it to a restaurant called Jing Hpaw Myay, where we ate traditional Kachin food that originated from a region in northern Myanmar. Sandar ordered everything (it’s much easier to let the locals order for you) so I only have an idea of what we got (chicken, beef tongue, pork soup, stringy beef thing, another vegetarian dish, banana sprouts, quince juice) but overall, it was different compared to other foods I had had in Burma. I would describe the food, in general, as a bit more sour-y in taste. Not really my preference but it was a unique experience nevertheless. And it was nice to get a chance to see and eat with these two again and tell them a little bit about my week’s worth of travel stories in Bagan and Inle Lake.

With our plates cleaned and stomachs full, we parted ways with plans to meet up in the morning for breakfast before my flight to Taiwan. Again, Kyi was nice enough to drop me off back at the house. After cleaning up and packing up, I took the opportunity of a free evening to catch up with Cynthia, my family, and the world. Before long, it was late and I was pooped and ready for sleep. What a tiring and slightly uneventful travel day hahaha. But sometimes you need lazy days like this.

5 Things I Learned Today:

1. Mohinga is so delicious!!! It’s like a southeastern version of soup curry in Japan! Because of the fishy taste that is more characteristic of southeast Asian food. So very flavorful, so delicious! And in this case, it was a four-fish-based soup with vermicelli noodles. The soup base is from 4 fishies (at least at this restaurant, they were butterfish, sturgeon, catfish, and daggertooth), with lemongrass, coriander, fish sauce, and fresh chickpeas. My soup additionally had a clay pot duck egg, pea fritters, fish cake, gourd, and onion fritter. So freaking good!!! Highly recommended!

2. Si Lone tea, which is sweet black tea with evaporated and condensed milk, tastes like a mix between milk tea and Thai tea. Delicious!

3. Supposedly, when Kyi was in the later stages of his education, right before he entered university, there were university students strikes against the military-run government in 1996.

Essentially, the strike was to try and get the military government to step down. Unfortunately, it didn’t work and as a result of the strike, universities were closed for at least two years. As a result, many Burmese kids at that time who were seeking to pursue further education were unable to do so and had to leave the country to seek those missing opportunities. After a period of time, the universities were opened again. But because so many people weren’t able to go to university during those closed years, a ton of people applied leading to a huge logjam of students who needed education. To account for the huge influx of students, the schools just fast-tracked a ton of people through school, for good or for bad. Luckily, during this time, the medical school was able to remain open and operational.

4. The Rohinga Crisis from the perspective of a Burmese local: The conflict between the Burmese Buddhists in northwestern Myanmar and the Rohinga has been ongoing for decades, since the 1960s. Supposedly, the locals feel that the conflict has been blown a bit out of proportion to what is really going on, though it is true that there has been a recent escalation in violence. The local who I spoke with said that the Rohinga in northwestern Myanmar have not been good citizens of Myanmar and have not positively contributed to the Burmese community. Per the local, they were being extremely aggressive with their spread of Islam. For example, supposedly, they were selling off local lands to those with Islamic ties as a way to increase Islamic influence in the area and to push the local Buddhists out of the area. Because of those aggressive actions and behaviors, the local Buddhists, with backing from the government, lost their patience and decided to retaliate. As a result, the crisis was born. And unfortunately, it sounds like both sides are contributing to the violence and deaths of many innocent people.

5. The restricted areas all throughout Myanmar are mostly related to violence (the Rohinga crisis) or due to the drug-smuggling scene (opium, etc).

[rasekstories]

Thoughts of Yirna again

There was fire in the morning as the sun rose up over the deep horizon of the ocean, partially blotted by curious palms with bent backs that rose up from the rocks and sand. It was a day like any other to the usual residents.  No more was the sun a sliver in the sky than they'd begun their work, dragging fishing nets to and from boats, buckets of tar and misshapen metal tools the Goblins had patched together from this or that after years of use.  Every so often one of them would climb to the top of a crate and start shouting orders, but their voices were lost among the steady wash of the waves and the cries of morning birds.

Rasek was at his window, overlooking the bustle of the early morning with a fiery nostalgia in his eyes. It seemed too long since he'd last been in Booty Bay; too long since he'd been down on the warped and faded docks in canvas pants and a sweat-stained shirt.  He'd been a good worker, if you ignored the petty theft and adjustment of stock numbers and everything else.  He was tall and willing to work, he spoke Orcish and didn't mind who he dealt with.  A skinny boy with sun darkened skin through the fuzz, orange eyes and grey hair still peppered with the mossy green of his youth.

It was solid grey now, and thinning, though it had barely been two years since he'd left for Orgrimmar. His rough, simple clothes had been replaced with a comfortable burgundy robe, and any sign of joyous youth left on his face was hidden by bags and lines of worry and stress that played at the corners of his eyes and mouth.

It would be hours still before Zaezha was up.  She'd taken to sleeping late.  Payment, she said, for looking after their little one while Rasek did his work.  Comments like those often turned to arguments, where he would point out her “payment” was not having to work anymore, and she in turn would call him a bastard or selfish or something similar, and he would retire to his study to fume while she cried and threw things at his door from their bed.

“Hormones”, Yarbo told him, though the man had more fat in his brain than wrinkles, and probably only half an idea as to what the word even meant.  “Women get hormonesy after they have kids.”  Perhaps they did.  The real question was when things would return to normal, if ever.

A smile tugged at the corner of the major general's lips, curling around his yellowed tusks like smoke. Normal a year and a half ago seemed sweeter than it did now, like sugar and coffee after a diet of nothing but bread and salted meat. Work was different then, the Horde was different then, and the girls...

A seemingly endless wash of women painted his mind as he wandered further and further back.  Sweet smelling, delicate little elves with copper hair and emerald eyes, their slender arms and legs and gentle curves barely more than a child's would be, but when he closed his eyes and wandered they were just as good and kind as any girl he could have found back home.

The girls of his childhood, the families that came into town only once a month, fathers trailing girls no older than thirteen into the guarded walls of Revantusk. Innocent little things with rotten cores, kissing boy after boy, spending evenings swimming in the ocean with their fleeting friends. As time went on they all gravitated away from Rasek and closer to Yarbo, of course.  Muscle and stature tended to do that.

He picked his way through crushes and daydreams, short-lived romances and embarrassing sloppy kisses that accompany every teenager, stopping now and again to smile at one memory or scowl at another.  One girl waved at him from the corner of his mind.  The bones on her arms and robes rattled as she called to him, bouncing up and down on her toes.  He could see her fiery red braids as if they were right outside his window.  Her generous curves, hips swaying as she walked, the way she fastened her mail, the pendant around her neck nestled snugly between her breasts.

She'd smiled at him over her shoulder, tickled his ear with her whispers and secrets, held his hand against her skin and never blushed, not even when he told her he loved her. She was here and there, omnipresent and completely gone from him in the blink of an eye, the dust of her memory swirling at his feet, spelling out her name and filling his nose with the smell of her.

Sweet Yirna, the jewel of Revantusk, who'd disappeared without a word and walked like a ghost through the empty hallways of his memory.

A weak, ornery whine pulled Rasek back from his daydreams.  The sun was nearly up now.  Daylight poured through the open window, splashing the overstuffed bed behind him with warmth and color.  Baby Riska stirred against his mother's breast, his little hands balled into fists.  He'd start crying soon enough, and Zaezha would be up and cursing and whining on her own and Rasek would have to move along.

She was too good for the slander he heaped upon her in his own mind.  She cared for him and their son with few complaints, made food for the three of them and kept things cheerful.  She was bold and beautiful and sweet to her friends, always bright and smiling and her tempestuous nature was only endearing, and here he was with an unlit cigarette in his hand, thinking of a woman long gone who'd given him nothing but smoky desperation and hopeless longing to dwell on in the early morning.

Riska cried again.  Rasek tucked the cigarette into the pocket of his robe and leaned forward, taking in the smell of salt and rot that went with every port.  Just a few more minutes.  Just a few more minutes, and he'd be fine.

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 31

new chapter yeeeeah

Relan: *knocking on the door to the 8th* iris: i'll get it! ye- oh, hello relan. *she smiles* what brings you to the 8th today? Relan: *nervous wave* "Hi. I had part of the afternoon off and thought I would visit. C-Could I trouble you for a cup of tea?" iris: its not a problem, come on in. *she smiles* Rino: *painting the walls* T_T "This crazy princess is going to kill me...Why am I having to do refurbishing?" Relan: "??? Um...Who is that?" iris: that's rino, she's part of the 5th...its a long story why they're here... *sweatdrop* Relan: *friendly wave* "Hi." Rino: "Kill. Me." Relan: "..." *hides behind Iris* iris: ^^;; Hibana: "Oh, Iris, I see Boy Toy #2 is here." Relan: o_o "Hi, Commander..." iris: s-sister! >///< Relan: "M-My name is R-Relan, ma'am..." Hibana: "Good to see you again. _Don't hurt my Iris_." Rino: *rolls eyes, pulling Hibana back* "Just get your boyfriend some tea already." iris: *sweatdrop* right this way. Relan: *follows* "Sorry...Did I make this awkward?" iris: it's alright, you didnt do anything wrong. *she smiles* Relan: *nodded* "You're looking well, all things considered here. Your hair looks nice." iris: why thank you. i've been considering growing it out a little longer. Relan: *nods again* "It would look nice long. Have you tried that before?" *he looks through the cupboard, removing teacups* ("Oh, wow, these look nicer than I thought for the 8th.") iris: not really, but there is a first for everything, i guess. Relan: "Heh, yeah..." *he looks at the tea kettle, filling it with water* "...It's good to try new things, yeah?" *holds up teabox* "Like this? I never had this flavor." iris: ah, its quite relaxing. *she smiles* Relan: *smiles back* "I could use that. Honestly, I'm kind of nervous. You and I haven't had as much time interacting together...I mean, without Shinra." iris: *she nods* then, perhaps this is a chance to know each other more. *she smiles* Relan: "I would like that..." *sits while the water boils* "So...Um...You garden, right?" iris: *she nods* i have a lot of flowers, but also some fruit and vegetables too. Relan: "I never got to do much of that. Which kinds of fruits are you growing this season?" iris: we have some green peppers and some strawberries. we had pumpkins too. Relan: "Oh! I love strawberries." iris: *she smiles* would you like some with your tea? Relan: *nods* "You don't mind?" iris: its perfectly fine. *she goes to the fridge and pulls out the little container* how many would you like? Relan: "Two?" iris: alright then. *she puts two strawberries on the dish* here you go. Relan: *picks one up and bites lightly into it--and his eyes widen* "Wow! This is delicious!" iris: thank you. Relan: "It's very sweet. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given how sweet you have been--" *shudders* "S-Sorry. Was that weird?" iris: *chuckles* its fine relan, it was quite flattering. Relan: "...Thank you for putting up with me. I did mean that you are sweet." iris: its not a problem. i want to be there for you, both of you. Relan: *nods* "So do I...Iris? I...I haven't really been this close to a girl before." iris: *listening* Relan: "I wasn't around girls much in school...I was awkward. And I...I do think I'm gay. So I'm not sure how things will work. I...want to try." iris: i understand. and even if we dont connect romantically, i still want to be there for you. Relan: *nods* "Me, too...Um...Can I ask something else? Could we try...holding hands?" iris: oh, um...sure. *she holds his hand*.....are you alright? Relan: *nods* "Yeah...I'm sorry if my hand gets sweaty...Oh, it's getting sweaty now, isn't it?" iris: it's alright, just breathe. Relan: *deep inhale, wheezes a little, then exhales and smiles* "Th-Thanks...Your hand feels soft." iris: thank you. *she smiles* Relan: "...Do you like reading?" iris: sometimes. i do keep a few books in my room. Relan: "What do you read? Fiction?" iris: not often, usually the sol bible, and a few other short stories. Relan: "...I haven't read much of the Bible." iris: well, to each their own, i guess. Relan: "I-I would like to read more of it." iris: are you sure? -elsewhere- Wes: "Thanks for coming with me, Soul. I needed your help with this." soul: hey, its not a problem. Wes: "Good. Ah, here it is!" *it's a jewelry store* soul: *he nods* Wes: *pointing at the display* "Maybe something like that? Would a silver band work?" soul: perhaps. but you know how liz loves glitzy stuff. Wes: "Yeah, definitely for a Christmas gift. But would you say the same if this was to give her something...a little more permanent?" soul: ??.....*points to one* how about that one? Wes: "Oh, that looks good! And Liz likes that kind of a stone..." *looks at Soul's fingers* soul:...what? Wes: "I think I need to see what this ring looks like on an actual finger." soul: they have mannequins....they’re really handy. Wes: "...Ha! Okay..." *looks at one mannequin, calls to shopowner* "I'd like to see this band on a manne-hand, please." -elsewhere- Shotaro: *tossed into a building's wall by a supervillain, collapsing onto the street* mana: *charges at them* HYA! Supervillain: *chuckles, as her hair whips around, trying to grab Mana by the arm* mana: !! Shotaro: *back on his feet* "Mana! Punch her in the neck!" *biting multiple bones as he starts to transform...* Supervillain: *whips her hair at Mana's wrist* mana: *KICK!* Supervillain: "AH! What the--" *spots Shotaro* o_____O *Shotaro is now an Eldritch Abomination made up of multiple creatures' parts* Shotaro: "...Howdy!" Supervillain: *looks like she crapped herself* "I would like to go to jail now, please." Shotaro: *low guttural laugh* "Thanks!" mana: O-O;; that's pretty f*cked up Supervillain: *hides behind Mana* Shotaro: *resumes human form* "Been wanting to try that out for weeks now!" *smiles innocently* Shotaro: "Well, let's turn her over to the cops--" Police Officers: o________o "That boy is creepy..." Supervillain: *runs to the police and jumps into the back of their car* "Never let me near that freaky Dokeshi again!" -elsewhere- Izuku: "That Fire Gang member is creepy...After what he did to Relan, Iris, and Shinra..." yuu: well, they are unharmed and alright, arent they? Izuku: *nods* "But for how long? Someone with that power, just seems kind of violent..." Bakugo: "AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH SOMEONE WHO IS POWERFUL AND PRONE TO VIOLENCE?" Izuku: Q___Q itsuka: easy there katsuki. Bakugo: -\\\\- *small purr* "Okay." itsuka: *she smiles* eijiro: TTwTT Izuku: "???" Bakugo: "So, you just going to whine, or are you planning on beating the tar out of this Fire Gangster?" -elsewhere- Akitaru: "Well, getting late now." shinra: *he nods* Benimaru: *looks at the buildings...then at Shinra* "Hmph. Progress." shinra: thank you sir! Benimaru: "Stop shouting--your voice is too loud." shinra: *AHEM* .////.; Akitaru: *small chuckle* Tsukiyo: *pouts* "Benimaru likes the 8th already? He still gets pissy at me..." fang-hua:...*small smile* Benimaru: "Well, clear out. I don't want to see you here until tomorrow." Akitaru: *smirk, salutes* Konro: *standing again, smiles at Benimaru* shinra: *looks at akitaru* so now what? Akitaru: "We got the night off, so I suggest a meal to celebrate and then a lot of sleep, since we'll have more repairs tomorrow--" Benimaru: "Tomorrow. Not earlier than that." Akitaru: "...Fang-Hua? Care to join us for a meal?" fang-hua: *she looks at benimaru* Benimaru: "Very well. Take the night off, Kohana." fang-hua: *sweatdrop* yes sir. come on guys, i can show you some of the best restaurants in town. Tsukiyo: "Fu fu fu...'Kohana'..." Arthur: "???" fang-hua: *tugs her ear* come on... -///-; Tsukiyo: Q___Q "Owie..." Arthur: "..." *smiles at Tamaki* "Hungry?" tamaki: sure. Arthur: "Same..." *walks with her* Akitaru: "What would you recommend, Fang-Hua?" -and so- shinra: *nom nom* this is really good! Tsukiyo: *trying to sneak a bit of food off Shinra's plate* fang-hua: you have enough food on your own plate, tsukiyo. Tsukiyo: "Maybe I just wanted an inadvertent kiss by sampling from Shinra's plate~" fang-hua: *chop* no. -_-; shinra: IMINARELATIONSHIP! tamaki: does she _ever_ turn off? -_-; Tsukiyo: *rubbing her head, pouting* "I'm always turned _on_, thanks. You could learn that if you and Ar--" -CHOP- fang-hua: behave... -_-; fang-hua: *sigh* im really sorry about my friend here... Tsukiyo: *face buried in food on her plate, muffled grunt* Kid: Arthur: "It's okay...So, Fang-Hua, why did the Commander call you 'Kohana'?" fang-hua: *almost chokes* well, a-as you can see, commander shinmon is very traditional to his culture. and seeing as my name, 'Fang-Hua' translates to 'Fragrant Blossom', its kind of a translation thing, kind of like the japanese translation of 'journey to the west' where the character 'Sun Wukong' was named 'Son Goku'. maki: i could make a joke about that, but it would be kind of obvious, so i wont. Arthur: " 'Fragrant Blossom'...That's quite a nickname. It's cute." fang-hua: *awkward blush* tamaki: its fitting i guess. Arthur: *smiles at Tamaki* "Kind of like 'kitten'?" tamaki: do you want to get slapped? >////< maki: so you and benimaru are a thing then? fang-hua: O/////O n-no! that's not how it is at all! maki: suuuuure. misora: it better not be! *glare+pout* Arthur: *small smirk at Tamaki* Akitaru: *has a third helping of noodles* "Good food here. Shinra, eat up--you need some more muscle!" shinra: *nom nom* Arthur: "Tamaki, want to try some of my unagi?" -elsewhere- Relan: *bows* "Thank you for the tea." iris: *she smiles* anytime, relan. be sure to get back safely, ok? Relan: *nods* "I will message when I return home..." *awkward pause...then an awkward hug* iris:.....*hug* take care of yourself, ok? Relan: *nods* "Thank you..." *pulls back, smiles* -at gallows manor- stocking: does it feel good kid? Kid: *panting* "Oh, God, that hurts so good..." stocking: *she thrusts slowly, rubbing his thighs* Kid: *squirms under the touch on his thighs* "A-ah~" *whimpers a bit* "Fuck..." stocking: hehe~ you're adorable. *thrusting slowly* Kid: *pants, moaning* "So good...Ah!" stocking: mmmn....god, you have the hottest moans.... *picking up pace* Kid: *matches her pace, trying to hold onto the bedsheets, pants* "Fuck me..." stocking: *kissing his neck and chest, digging her nails into his hips as she pumps into him* Kid: "AHHH! Fuck..." *grinding along the mattress, so close...* stocking: good boy~ *rubbing him off* Kid: *squirms, pants, and then* "Ahh..." *he ejaculates* stocking: ahhh~! Kid: *panting, cumming* "Ah...M-Messy..." stocking: want me to clean you~? Kid: *shy nod* stocking: *lick lick* Kid: *moans* "That's so good...Oh, Stocking..." stocking: *lick lick* you like that~? Kid: *nods* "I love you...I love you so much with me..." stocking: hehe~ *kiss* Kid: "Sh-Should...Should I repay you?" stocking: if you want~ -elsewhere- *Shinra's phone rings with a text alert* shinra: *picks up his phone* Relan: [text: how's work been today?] shinra: [busy, but we're making progress here.] Relan: [i knew you would. :) had tea with iris. we miss you] shinra: *smiles* [glad you're getting along ^^ i miss you too, both of you.] Relan: [sweet dreams! text us tomorrow. love u] shinra: [love you too *kissy emoticon*] Relan: -\\\\\- Arthur: "You done texting your boyfriend and girlfriend?" shinra: are _you_? Arthur: "I don't have a boyfriend..." *looks away* shinra: im just teasing, come on. *pat pat* Arthur: *small pout* "You never thanked me..." shinra: for what? *confused* Arthur: "For letting you and Relan hook up and get your relationship upgrade with Iris." shinra: oh...um, thanks...*pat pat* Arthur: *nods* "Good. Now you can help me with my date with Tamaki." shinra: O-o Kid: Arthur: "When this mission is over, I want to ask her out. And I cannot have anything go wrong." shinra:....ok. Arthur: *hugs Shinra* "Thank you!" shinra: o-o; maki: you ok-.........*watches* shinra: THATS NOT HOW IT IS MAKI! DX< Arthur: ._. -elsewhere- Kid: *resting in Stocking's arms* "May I have another grape?" stocking: hehe~, open up~ Kid: *mouth open* "Aaaaaaah..." -plop- stocking: hehe~ so adorable. Kid: *smiles as he chews, swallows* "This was a great idea." *kiss on her neck* stocking: *she smiles and kisses his forehead* Kid: *stays in her arms* "Any plans for Thanksgiving?" stocking: not in particular, maybe you'd like to visit pheles mansion and see my parents and other relatives? Kid: *nods* "I'd love that. I'll bring plenty of desserts..." stocking: *she smiles* hopefully amaimon doesnt hog all of them -_-; Kid: "Hmm...That will be a challenge." stocking: yeah... Kid: "But, such is family...*sigh* I still miss that suit that Mocha ruined..." stocking: its ok....*hug* mocha: *leaves a fish on the ground as an apology* Kid: ._. "...How did you get in here--Oh, nevermind. Thank you, Mocha~" mocha: mreow! Kid: *pat pat* -morning- Patty: "Gee, Kirika, you look beat. Sleep okay?" kirika: yeah, just trained a lot yesterday... *streeeetch* phew... Patty: *passes a cup of coffee to her* "At least training is helping you out, huh?" kirika: yeah. i've been visiting gopher and oriko to make sure they're both doing ok....i think oriko's beginning to get a little better....she doesnt remember much, but she's beginning to talk a bit more... Patty: *small smile* "Good for Oriko...Good for you as a sister..." kirika:....*she smiles* i want her to get better soon... Patty: *nods* "I know. With you there, she will." kirika:...*small smile......touches her eyepatch*..... Patty: "..." *looks down, awkward clearing of throat* -at school- Black Star: "Have an okay afternoon yesterday, Soul?" soul: yeah, it went pretty good. Black Star: *nods* "What were you up to with Wes?" soul: just brother stuff. Black Star: *nods* "Yeah. Just been cleaning up the new house." soul: maybe i could drop by sometime and check it out? Black Star: "Hell yeah! Wait 'til you see the kitchen!" -elsewhere- Akitaru: "I bet you two look forward to going back to school once we finish rebuilding, right?" shinra: *nods* yeah. tamaki: but we still dont have any confirmation that the 7th will become our allies... shinra: but a majority of them do seem to like us, take karim and pearl, they're willing to help us, even if...their commander, isnt. tamaki:...... Arthur: *sympathetic pat on Tamaki's shoulder* "All things in good time..." Akitaru: "Shinra, maybe you can talk to the Commander of the 7th--he seems to like you." shinra: me, sir? ah! right away! *he goes to do that* Arthur: "...20 bucks says he's a dead man." tamaki: it this works, i vote we make him the 8ths mascot. maki: are you kidding?! if anyone is gonna be the 8ths mascot, it's gonna be pusupusu! D8< Akitaru: -_-; Benimaru: *watching construction by 7th members...* shinra: *scoot scoot*....*ahem* nice tay doday. i mean nice day today! (thinking: fuck) Benimaru: "It's not nice. It's overcast, muggy, and rather shrill." shinra: yeah......so i heard you're a pretty strong soldier...thats pretty neat. Benimaru: " 'Power' is not 'neat.' 'Power' is how we determine leadership in the 7th. This is a world where only the strong survive, so you better be at your most power." *eyes Shinra* "Your feet." shinra: um....what about them? Benimaru: "You have very strong feet and a quick pace...despite how scrawny you look." shinra:....thanks. i try my best. *screaming on the inside* Benimaru: "...Can you create flames anywhere else other than your feet?" shinra: i never actually tried to.... Benimaru: "So, you can't project flames around objects as I can? Are you in control of the flames, or do they still burn your shoes off?" shinra:...sorta....but they still kind of burn my shoes off... Benimaru: "Which means you risk burning the people around you." *stares intently at Shinra* "What is your training regimen?" shinra: breakdancing. Owo Benimaru: "..." *snort while still keeping a serious face* "That's pretty funny, actually." shinra: i can also do this! *fireball under feet like in avatar the last airbender* cool right? Benimaru: "..." *small smile* "Not bad. Kick it over here..." shinra: *kick and falls off, landing on his butt* ow! Benimaru: *catches the fireball, decreases its size into a hacky-sack size ball that he kicks around* "Work on your balance..." shinra: r-right! Benimaru: "...You getting up, or am I playing this game by myself?" shinra: *getting up* fang-hua: *watching* Benimaru: "Now, be careful catching it with your foot...I'm gonna kick it to you now..." *kick* shinra: *kicking at it but it lands into a pond*....oops. ._.; Benimaru: "Good thing the koi around here know to avoid flames..." Koi #1: o___O *swims away quickly from flame* Benimaru: *forms another small ball* "Let's try again, okay?" shinra:...ok. -elsewhere- Kid: *in gym clothes* "What's the exercise today?" stocking: looks like we're doing a stick race? Patty: *flexes* "Ready to do this, Sis?" liz: ready! Sid: "Line up on the starting line!" *holds whistle, ready to blow* Kid: *on his line* Black Star: *on his line* tsugumi: *on her start line* Anya: *on hers* Sid: "On your mark...get set..." *WHISTLE* *Everyone takes off running* -elsewhere- Yohei: "I got it!" chie: thanks honey. *kiss on the cheek* Yohei: *chuckle as he hands the bag to her* chie: *she smiles and puts it into the cart* Yohei: "I wanted to pick up something else..." chie: oh? Yohei: *pulls out of the freezer...a bag of chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs* chie: that's adorable. Yohei: "I thought Shotaro would like them. But man, I don't know what Emine eats. He seems to hate everything." chie: ..... Yohei: "I mean, we got apples, red food..." *holds up fish* "Whatever this is that you're going to mix into your pizza..." chie: .//////. oh! that reminds me *biting her lip til it bleeds a bit* had to make sure i do that... Yohei: *nods* "Bandages. Need those, too..." ("Maybe make an app to remind Dokeshi to do their conditions...") -elsewhere- Medusa: "Could you keep that music down? She's sleeping..." shaula: zzzzzzzzzzzz *drools* Medusa: "..." *smirks, pulls out permanent marker...* -elsewhere- Kid: "EIGHTH PLACE!" stocking: *claps* Black Star: "FIRST!" *he has a scraped knee* tsubaki: *smiles and puts a bandaid on his knee* Black Star: -\\\\- "Th-Thanks..." tsubaki: *she smiles* Patty: "Darn...I was too slow." liz: still, 3rd isnt a bad thing, thats a bronze metal, some people work their whole lives for that. Patty: "...I'll just steal Black Star's medal when he isn't looking..." Anya: T_T -later- Kid: o_o "Who...broke into my locker? WHERE'S MY SUIT?!" kirika: yo. Kid: "KIRIKA?! WHY ARE YOU IN THE BOYS' LOCKER ROOM?!!" kirika:... *she's in his suit, and has 3 white lines in her hair* Kid: > : ( "Get. Out. Of my. Suit." kirika: aw come on, you act like you dont have 7,000,000 of the same suit already. Kid: "8! SAY 8!" *leaps at her* kirika: *dodge* ayyyyyyyseven Kid: *face-first into a locker door* kirika: *rolls eyes* Kid: *stands up again* "...So, if you are in my suit, I assume you provided me with alternative attire to wear. I can't very well go to class dressed like this." -she hands him a very tacky suit...with an asymmetrical pattern- kirika: here ya go. Kid: *twitch twitch* "...Fine." *starts to take off his shirt--* "...Would you please leave the boys' locker room?!" kirika: alright. *exits* Kid: T_T *undressing* "I hate asymmetry..." -later- Kid: T_T Patty: "...Huh. Quite the fashion statement." stocking: *glares at kirika* kirika:....nyeh? liz: she even added hair dye..... Black Star: "Hey, Liz. Hey, Stocking. Hey, Patty. Hey, Kid. Hey, weirdo in tacky suit...Wait...Kid, when did you become a girl?" Kid: "!!!" kirika: um, *points to kid* _thats_ kid...i bought him a new suit while i borrow his. Black Star: "Ah...Ha! Good one!" *high five* kirika: yeah! soul: wow kure, you're just evil. kirika: all in good fun. Kid: *sniff* "Some fun..." T_T mizuki: pretty sick cosplay, kure. just dont let my sister see you today, she'll lecture your ear off for 'identity theft and cultural appropriation'. kirika: noted. Patty: "Selfie, Kirika?" *poses* kirika: peace! *v-sign* Kid: *hugs Stocking* "This suit is going to give me a rash..." stocking: come on, i think the nurse has a spare suit for you... Kid: *whimpers* "Thank you..." -later- Kid: -\\\\\- *putting on his pants* "Nothing better than a good suit..." stocking: yeah...*kiss on the cheeks* Kid: *blushing* "Thank you..." *adjusting his tie...* stocking: want me to help? Kid: "Oh...Yes, thank you." stocking: *adjusting his tie* there we go, nice and even. stocking:....the yellow shirt's not bad...it brings out your eyes... Kid: -\\\\- "I try to wear other colors only on special occasions...I think being here, with you, counts." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: "..." *holds her hand, kissing it* stocking: hehe~ Kid: *giggles* "I had a silly thought..." stocking: oh~? and what would that be? Kid: "You dressed in my suit. You'd pull it off better than Kirika." stocking: i could try~ maybe you would wear my dress~ Kid: -\\\\- "...Not today, at least." stocking: food for thought. Kid: "...Let me at least start in our bedroom..." stocking: ...ok. -elsewhere- Tool: -_-; "Get off my head, Io..." io: dad! Tool: "Yeah, yeah, 'Dad.' But you're heavy, even for my hard head..." *picks Io up, holding them* "What you up for, kiddo?" io: *hug* UuU Tool: "!!! ..." *hugs* io:.....zzzzz... Tool: "..." *small nuzzle before setting them down in crib* io: zzzzzzz.... Tool: *puts blanket on them, stays for a few moments to watch them* saki: *smiles* Tool: *small amount of surprise spotting Saki...before giving a small wave* saki: you're pretty good with kids. Tool: -\\\\- "Thanks...I don't know about that. Io makes it easy." saki: *she nods* well, im happy she has a father figure in her life... Tool: "I as well...I want to do whatever I can for you and Io-- !!! Um..." saki: *small blush* i appreciate it. *small kiss on the cheek* Tool: o\\\\o "Um...You're welcome." chie: awww. saki: ^^; Tool: -\\\\- "Quit that...Did you get what you needed at the grocery store?" chie: yes. we got all we needed. -elsewhere- Hibana: "Sister! You got a text message..." iris: *she checks her phone* *Text from Relan to her and Shinra* Relan: [i'm still trying to get the hang of this workout routine] *picture attached of him flexing his arm...with only a little muscle* iris: *she smiles* [you're doing great!] Relan: [thanks. :) ] shinra: [glad you're doing well.] Relan: [you two okay?] shinra: [yeah, trying to get on commander shinmon's good side, its going slow, but there's small progress] iris: [that's great to hear! everyone here is doing well. miwa is keeping sister in check.] Relan: [someone as sweet as you, Shinra, will get on his good side in no time. happy to hear, iris...miwa seems good at that] Hibana: *sneaking up behind Iris...* iris: s-sister! Hibana: "Holy moley, Boyfriend #2 is quite the cutie, isn't he?" iris: >/////<; Hibana: *hugs her from behind* "So cute...Tell Relan and Shinra I said hi. And Shinra should enjoy his new office--" miwa: *squeeky* hibana... Hibana: "Ouchie!" *frowns then growls at Miwa* iris: ^^; -elsewhere- Arthur: *sets something down in front of Tamaki's room...knocks...then runs away* tamaki: ??? *she looks around* *Outside her door is a coffee cat art* tamaki:..*smiles and drinks it* =w= Arthur: *peeks around the corner* -\\\\- -elsewhere- Kid: "Only one thing is better than putting on a suit..." stocking: and whats that? Kid: *leaps, and he's now in his boxers, his suit neatly folded in his hands* "Getting out of it." stocking: *claps* impressive! Kid: *bows* "Thank you...I could teach you that trick..." stocking: it's fine....as is the view~ Kid: "Oh, is it..." *puts hands around back of her neck* stocking: *kiss* yes. *kiss* Kid: *kisses back, his hands around her waist* "I'm...sorry for how embarrassed I was in that suit...I was whining so much." stocking: its ok...im sorry kirika put you through that......um...could you help me unzip the back of my dress? Kid: "Of course~" *puts his fingers along the zipper, slowly drawing it down as he kisses her exposed neck* stocking: *sighs softly* oh~ Kid: *unzips her dress to its lowest, tugging down on her sleeves symmetrically until her entire torso is revealed* stocking: *blushes and kisses him* Kid: *returns her kiss, his hands along her waist as he lets her dress drop* stocking: *lays down on the bed as they kiss* Kid: *he straddles her, kissing down her neck as his finger traces right under her bra* -later- stocking: nngh~ f-fuck~! Kid: *thrusting harder into her, grunting* stocking: s-so good~! *panting* Kid: *hard kiss against her mouth, as he gets closer to climaxing* "Mmm..." stocking: ah-AHH~!! >////< Kid: "AAAH!" *pants, sucking along her neck* stocking: *wrapping her legs tightly around him as she reaches her limit* Kid: *thrusting harder, faster, pinching her backside as he hits the right spot...* stocking: AHHHHHHHHH~!!<3 *her back arches as she climaxes* Kid: "You like that, don't you..." *grunts as he continues to thrust through her climax...* stocking: *moaning as her body quivers under him* Kid: "I'm so close...I'm so fucking close..." stocking: fuck me kid~! Kid: "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be screaming my name for hours..." *slaps her bottom as he jerks a bit* "Ah!" stocking: k-KID! >///< Kid: "Louder!" *thrusts harder, as he clutches her breast and starts to cum* stocking: KIIIIIIID~!! >////< Kid: "AAAH!" *cums, his hand pinching her nipple as his mouth collides with her neck* stocking: *screaming out in pleasure* Kid: *pulls out of her, as he continues to play with her nipple, and licks her other one* -later- stocking: *asleep in his arms* Kid: *stroking her hair lightly, staring at her* ("This angel...Thank you, Stocking...") *kisses her forehead* stocking: *small smile in her sleep* Kid: *smiles, lies next to her, starts to fall asleep* -morning- Kid: *pats her bottom lightly* "Sore?" stocking: a little...but i'll live. *snuggles* Kid: *holds her* "Good. Thank you for last night, Angel." stocking: *she smiles* anytime, babe. *kiss* Kid: *returns the kiss* "You are more beautiful than words can properly describe." stocking: hehe~ *goes to brush her hair* Kid: *pulls on his pajama bottoms* "What would you like for breakfast?" -in asakusa- shinra: *asleep* Arthur: *trying to hold back a laugh, having put shaving cream in Shinra's hand and is holding a feather* shinra: *stirring awake* Arthur: *tickles Shinra's nose...* shinra: *slaps the cream into arthur's face and smirks* Arthur: -_- "You little shit." shinra: good morning to you too. Arthur: *wipes shaving cream away* "Thought that would've worked...You must be a light sleeper." shinra: i got up about half hour ago actually...i just wanted to humor you. Arthur: "Hmph. Early bird catches the worm, and all that nonsense...Fine. Let's just get breakfast...and don't you dare put something in my meal." Akitaru: *in another room* "Huh...Where's my shaving cream?" -later- Takehisa: *claps* "Let's get going." shinra: *already dressed* Arthur: *pulling on his jacket, a piece of bread in his mouth* Akitaru: *big bear yawn* tamaki: *kitty stretch* >^< shinra: so what's today's game plan? Arthur: -\\\\- ("Tamaki is so cute...") Takehisa: "The Commander of the 7th sent an order to us: some of us will be helping the community with part-time work, others will continue construction." Akitaru: "Oh, we get to work in the school? Fun!" Arthur: *examining instructions* "Where the heck is this place?" Takehisa: "Maki, we'll be bringing a few extra tools with us to finish construction on the restaurant." maki: right. -and so- shinra: *playing with some of the kids* girl: .....*holding her doll* Akitaru: *pushing a child carefully on a swing* child: hehe! ^^ shinra: thats a nice doll. girl:...mama gave it to me. shinra: ah. girl:.......the flames took her last year.... shinra:....oh. Akitaru: *pushes a second child on the other swing as well* child 2: yay! Akitaru: "Higher, kiddos?" -inside the shrine- hinata: *playing hide and seek with the others* tamaki: ok..now where did they go...? Arthur: *looking behind a chair that obviously has no one behind it, speaks louder than necessary* "Nope, no one here..." tamaki: found you doofus. hikage: *muffled giggling* Arthur: -_-; "Well, where are the others? I don't see them yet..." tamaki: still hiding... Arthur: "Hmm...Maybe I can help." *gets down on the floor, crawling along it like he's on a battlefield* tamaki: *sweatdrop* (thinking: he went from knight to army guy in a split second....) Arthur: *spots something--legs?--under a table...points to it like a bloodhound* boy: you found me! Arthur: "Of course I found you! I am a knight, after all." tamaki: *smiles* Arthur: *notices Tamaki, blushes* "Um...How many other children are in this game?" boy: just a few others. toshio isnt playing today though... Arthur: "??? Why isn't Toshio playing?" boy: he's feeling kind of sick. Arthur: "Has he gone to the infirmary?" hikage: *sneak sneak* Arthur: *listening* "Hear someone else, Tamaki?" -elsewhere- Kid: *smirking* kirika: *covered in whipped cream* you dick. Kid: "Consider us even." kirika: 7,7; Kid: *hands her a towel* -elsewhere- Medusa: *smirks* "I think your face looks better that way." shaula: *flips her off* Ponera: *smirks as well* "I particularly like the mustache. Very charming." -elsewhere- Relan: *looking at books in the library, his hand bumps into someone* "Oh! S-Sorry..." blonde girl: o-o# you want me to snap your neck you f*cking sh*tstain? *fire fist gauntlet* look at your sad scrawny ass, i could snap you like a damn twig. Relan: "!!! I said I was sorry!" blonde: *about to throw a punch before her collar shocks her* FUCK!....tch- you got off lucky today, fucknuts. Relan: o_____o "...I need a bathroom..." -elsewhere- Spirit: *reviewing disciplinary reports* "Some real hot-heads at this school...Thank goodness for shock collars." marie: no kidding....hard to believe the 4th actually detained a member of the hell blaze gang... -the file name reads 'Juria Itagaki' Spirit: "I got another report about Itagaki--shock collar went off, harassed a student." marie:....*sigh* what is with that girl....? Spirit: "Needs an attitude adjustment. Maybe therapy." nygus: >->;;; Spirit: "...Naigus, have a fire extinguisher ready..." nygus: understood. -elsewhere- Kid: *waves to Homura* homura: good morning kid. Kid: "Hello. How have you been?" homura: i've been well. my parents are going to be away on a business trip, so i'll basically be home alone. which gives me plenty of time to study for winter exams. Kid: *nods* "I'm sure you'll do great on the tests. I need to do more studying soon." -in the hospital- misono:..... Rin: "Hey there..." misono: *tenses..tenses further when he sees madoka* ....hello. madoka: we brought you some chocolates, since mr lilly told us you like them. misono: *gulps*...thank you. Rin: *weak smile* "You're looking better." misono: i should be out soon. the sooner i'm out, the sooner we can deal with tsubaki. madoka: *looks at rin* he means the man in the kimono. Rin: "Oh, right." *nervous laugh* "Thought you meant Black Star's partner. But yeah, when you get out, we find that dude." misono: that's good to know.....mahiru told me he found the eve of the servamp of pride, so that should be helpful to us. Rin: "Great! ...Um...'Servamp' is short for 'servant vampire,' right? Sorry, this is all new to me..." misono: yes. that would be the case. madoka: ^^; (thinking: he's more familiar with demons and angels....) Rin: "Cool, cool...Is there a book on this I could read? That'd help." -elsewhere- Yohei: *puts on goggles* "Okay...These imitate actual vision far better. Should have the biotech eyes ready in a few more weeks..." chie: how is it? Yohei: "..." *holds out a hand* "Not bad. Color is a little off..." *brings hand to his face--and accidentally hits his own face* "...Depth perception needs work." -elsewhere- kim:....*notices 3 guys* who're they? havent seen them around.... Jun: "Um...Hello, fellow young person?" kim: um....hi? yumikage: yo. Jun: "Could you direct us to the cafeteria, where people dine on various meals?" *nervous sweat* kim: its just down the hall. Jun: "Could you direct us to the cafeteria, where people dine on various meals?" *nervous sweat* kim: its just down the hall. mio: is that guy in his pajamas?.....if i can come here in pajamas i'd never change clothes. Tsurugi: *twitch* "THESE AREN'T PAJAMAS! THEY ARE COMFORTABLE!" mio: still. Tsurugi: *twitch twitch, glares at Mio* Meme: *serene smile, as she glares at Tsurugi* "Is there a problem?" Tsurugi: ._. mio: o-o; Jun: "Um...Thank you for the instructions to the cafeteria..." Jacqueline: "We haven't seen you around this school before. Are you new?" yumikage: we're transfer students from out of town. Jun: *nods* "Y-Yeah...I'm--" yumikage: just call me yomika, that's junpei, and thats- Tsurugi: "Tsurugi." kim: well then. tsugumi: its nice to meet you all. *smiles* Tsurugi: *grunt* Jun: "A pleasure." -elsewhere- Benimaru: "What is the progress?" kabuki: most of the buildings have been reconstructed. Benimaru: "I will admit, progress has been faster, even with these fools from the 8th." Konru: "That's a high compliment, coming from you." kabuki: have you considered their offer of collaborating? Benimaru: "...I have. I will speak with Commander Obi." kabuki: *he smiles* Benimaru: "Have you seen the Commander around?" kabuki: i think he's at the shrine's school... Benimaru: *nods, departs* -at the shrine- kirei: oh, benimaru, good to see you. *she smiles* Benimaru: *bows* "You as well. I was looking for Commander Obi." kirei: ah, i think he should be outside...*she walks him to where the yard was, several children still there* Akitaru: *has kids hanging off his arms as he lifts arms up and down* child: whee! Benimaru: "..." *glances at Shinra* "They're having fun." shinra: yeah. *he smiles* make sense, he's pretty good with kids. Akitaru: "Oh, hey, Commander! Shinra, could you watch the kids for a second?" shinra: oh, sure thing! *Akitaru and Benimaru stand apart from the kids, talking just out of earshot but in view of Shinra...* shinra: *showing them fire top* kids: woah! *In the distance, Benimaru talks at length, Akitaru just listening...Then Benimaru holds out a hand. Akitaru smiles widely and shakes it enthusiastically, startling Benimaru who still shakes back with a nervous smile* [Benimaru just said he is warming up, not that he is necessarily fully on board, but that the 8th can consider the 7th allies.] tamaki: *looking around* misora:...... Arthur: "What's going on?" tamaki: not sure. misora:.....*walking away* Arthur: "Hey, Misora? Feeling okay?" misora: hmm? oh, im just fine~ still a bit sleepy though. Arthur: "Maybe lie down and nap in the infirmary?" misora: i was gonna go do that, but i'll miss watching beni-chan. *pouts* Arthur: *looks at Benimaru* "What is it with everyone being attracted to that guy?" tamaki: *shrug* Tsukiyo: *hops up behind Misora* "So, you staring at dat ass?" misora: o//w//o Tsukiyo: *remembering spying on Benimaru in the hot spring* "I've seen him. It's quite nice." misora: tell me all the details! tamaki: -_-; Tsukiyo: *smirks* "For the right price. Give me what I want, and I'll tell you which cheek has the cutest little mole on it~" tamaki: OH MY GOD! *walking away* Arthur: *follows Tamaki* tamaki: honestly, those two.... -///-; Arthur: "Yes. Quite immature...I mean, obsessing over someone like that..." ("...Tamaki is so pretty...") -elsewhere- sayaka: hot spring...hot spring.....ah! here it is! Rin: "You sure about this?" mahiru: yeah. it's our best bet. sayaka: hello- tetsu: hey. sayaka: YIKES! you startled me! Rin: "Um...Hi?" tetsu: *notices mahiru* friends of yours? mahiru: yeah, long story. tetsu: ah, i'll get you guys a spare room then. follow me. madoka:... Rin: "Hey..." *pats her shoulder* "You okay?" madoka: *she nods* yeah. sayaka: this is a nice place. tetsu: thanks. it's been in the family for generations. sayaka: neato....*peers into the room* O_O;;; is that a coffin?! tetsu: of course. madoka: o-o (thinking: he's saying it so casually!) Rin: "You...keep a coffin...right there? Um, why?" tetsu: that's where hugh sleeps. Rin: "WHO SLEEPS IN A COFFIN?!" tetsu: a vampire. sayaka: O_O;;;; madoka: sayaka, we see paranormal things all the time, and we're magical girls. sayaka: oh right. still suffering culture shock from the whole vampire thing, ahahaha... ^^' tetsu: you're magical girls? sayaka: puella magi actually. Rin: "Yeah! I mean, not me. I just see supernatural stuff. A lot. Not like I wear dresses or anything." *awkward cough* mahiru: -_-; tetsu: cool. oi, hugh, we have guests who want to meet you. Hugh: *yawn* "I am not yet done...I wanted more rest..." mahiru: isnt kuro supposed to be the servamp of sloth? -_-; Hugh: "You just caught me at a moment of intense focus, wherein my powers of observation and intense mental focus were rendered null by deleterious activities prior." *looks at the group, slight bow* sayaka: *SQUEEEEE* OHMYGODHE'SADORABLE!! mahiru: O-O; is she...usually like this? madoka:....*sigh* at times. -elsewhere- Rino: o_____o "I am never going into Maki's room again." iris: *sigh* nozomi: .....*looking over files* Hibana: *opens one file* "Still no lead on the bugs..." gabriella: im sure we'll find something soon. miwa: just got to keep trying. Hibana: "We better. I doubt that gorilla is going to get Commander Grumpy Pants to help..." miwa: you never know. iris: we got _you_ to help with a little understanding, right sister? Hibana: -_-; "That is only because you, Shinra, and Gabby are just too adorable. The gorilla, not so much..." nayumi: *looking at files* sayu: who're those guys? nayumi: 'hell blaze gang'? looks like arrest warrants on them.... Hibana: "Jeez...Look at the tats on that one. Creepy..." iris: even their leader is unknown.... Rino: "Ew...I think that one used to hang outside my school. Pervert." gabriella: hmm... 'juria itagaki, currently in detainment by the 4th brigade'.... Hibana: "Jeez, the 4th really will recruit anyone, huh?" gabriella: first a guy who nearly killed his own sister, now a hell blaze gang member? how does commander arg handle it......or was it commander hague? Hibana: "Commander Asshole, is more like it. Am I right?" *holds up her hand* Rino: -_-; "No." gabriella: *high five* -elsewhere- Gopher: -\\\\\- "I thought you looked quite stylish in your brother's suit." kirika: thanks, i guess. 7-7 i was just doing it for sh*ts and giggles though. Gopher: "...You should wear a suit more often. It suits you." *snort* kirika:....woooow really? Gopher: "It was kinda funny." .W. kirika: yeah kinda. kotone:..... Gopher: "How are you, Kotone?" kotone:.....it was funny.... kirika: *not saying anything* Gopher: *nervous squirming* "Um...Would anyone like a snack? Drinks?" -later that evening- belkia: AW WHO JUST BLUE SHELLED ME?! otogiri: *the culprit. not saying a word* Mr. Tsubaki: "Children, play nice...because I have Round 2." sakuya: ....... lilac: *reading* belkia: *playing but is distracted by the moans and grunts from the other room* OI! HIGAN! LAV! SHADDAP IN THERE! *sigh* honestly, so rude..... otogiri: at least some of use are getting laid. belkia:.....below the belt, giri-oto. sakuya: *wince* ow. sick burn. Mr. Tsubaki: T_T belkia: while our love lives may be in the pits, we still have lots of games! QwQ Mr. Tsubaki: "..." *cries more* otogiri:....*pap pap* Higan: "AAAAAH!" lavender: OH GOD YES~! belkia: QwQ want to go out and wreck some havoc? Mr. Tsubaki: "Yes, please." -and so- Mr. Tsubaki: *giggling* belkia: the trap is set, let the games begin... *rings the doorbell* Mr. Tsubaki: "...Huh?" belkia: hide! hide! Mr. Tsubaki: "Oh!" *darts one way, then another, before hiding in the bushes* -the resident of the house is doused in orange juice- resident: WHAT THE FUCK?! Mr. Tsubaki: *snicker snicker* "I think they got their daily dose of Vitamin C, for, 'See?! We punked your ass!'" resident: hey! who the hell is out there?! Mr. Tsubaki: "...Crap...Um..." *looks around where to run* -elsewhere- Kid: "You sure I can't convince you to stay here for Thanksgiving, Liz?" liz: sorry, but hey, there's always next year. Kid: *nods* "It will be strange, as we each are going to our significant other's for Thanksgiving. How is Patty taking the news?" liz: a bit disappointed, but she said she'd survive. we have our aunt, uncle, and cousins here, right? Kid: *smiles, nods* "Indeed. Any chance Soul will be joining you?" liz: yeah. stein said he'd go with too to monitor him in case... nevermind. Kid: "..." *nods* "Right..." *pats her shoulder* "He'll be fine." liz: *she nods* Kid: "I was about to make some tea--interested?" liz: sure. Kid: *smiles, as he heats up the water* "I am happy for you and Wes, and I hope things are okay." -elsewhere- Emine: *stares intently at Lin* lin: *cooking* *whistling* Emine: "Do you need help with that?" lin: you did do your bad deed today, right? Emine: *nods* "I duct-taped Shotaro to the wall..." Shotaro: *in the basement* "...Is this really much of a bad deed? It's kinda fun!" mono:......im not going to talk about what he did to me. -///-; lin: well, then im sure it's alright... Emine: "Okay. Just tell me what to do..." -elsewhere- Benimaru: *staring at Akitaru, then turns to Shinra* "Your commander trains how many hours per day?" shinra: yeah. Benimaru: "...Yikes." Akitaru: *saying goodbye to kids for the day* Benimaru: "Why train that hard? Why would anyone who is not a Second Generation at least join the Brigade?" shinra: we all have our reasons... -one of the children is a young girl with black hair in two pigtails- Akitaru: "..." *smiles at her* "You have an okay day today?" girl: *she nods* Akitaru: *pats her head* "Then let's make tomorrow even better, alright?" girl: ok! *she smiles* Akitaru: *smiles, wipes his eyes, grins widely* -the girls parents have arrived to take her home- mama: did you have fun today, ayase-chan? ayase: *she nods* yes mama! -the 3 walk away- Akitaru: "..." *turns, walking back towards Shinra and Benimaru* shinra: you ok, commander? Akitaru: *wiping his eyes* "Yeah...I'm okay..." shinra:...are you sure? *concerned* Akitaru: *nods, trying to keep a brave face* "Yeah, don't worry about me." *pats Shinra's shoulder* "Let's get some dinner." Benimaru: "..." *looks like he...was expecting an invitation?* shinra: did you want to come too? Benimaru: "...Fine. I needed dinner anyway." shinra:...*small smile* *Multiple villagers surround Shinra, Akitaru, and Benimaru* Akitaru: "...Um..." Villagers: "BENI-CHAN! CAN WE GO WITH YOU FOR DINNER, TOO?!" Benimaru: "..." *facepalm* shinra: OwO; (thinking: yikes!) -SMOKE BOMB- Akitaru: "?!!!" -someone grabs the 3 of them and takes off into an alley- Akitaru: "Let go of me!" fang-hua: commander, are you alright? Benimaru: "..." *relatively okay with this* ("Beats the crowds...") "I am alright. Thank you, Kohana." fang-hua: --; how about you two? shinra: im ok... Akitaru: *nods* "Impressive work, Fang-Hua!" fang-hua: *she smiles* thanks. shinra: so then does having a lot of explosives relate to your 2nd gen ability? fang-hua: somewhat, i can just control how fast or slow the spark goes. Benimaru: "Fang-Hua, I think I'll need my disguise for sneaking out to dine." fang-hua: hmmm....*looking around the alley*.... kabuki: young master. *hands it to him* shinra: woah! how did yo- kabuki: call it a kitsune's intuition~<3 Benimaru: "Thank you, Kabuki..." *puts on the jacket, hat, and glasses* Akitaru: "So...Any restaurant you recommend? The one from the night before was good." -elsewhere- Relan: [texting Iris: "she was really scary. thank goodness for the shock collar"] iris: [im just glad you're safe.] Relan: [thanks. how has your day been?] iris: [it's been well.] Relan: [that's good. things okay at the 8th?] Rino: "WHY IS SHE EVEN DRAWING THESE KINDS OF THINGS?!" iris: >w>; [eventful] Relan: [yeah. i came home and found commander giovanni looking at buttons's cage...creepy] Hibana: *looking at Maki's illustrations* "I've seen worse..." miwa:...that's quite detailed.....does hinawa even _have_ a birthmark there? iris: [try to be careful, ok?] Relan: [will do...can i ask something else?] iris: [what is it?] Relan: [is it uncomfortable for me to end a text with 'love u'?] iris: [if you want to, then im sure it's alright. ^^] Relan: [okay...love u] iris: [love you too. ^^] Relan: -\\\\- Rino: *collapses at the kitchen table* "I am exhausted from this work..." -morning- Kid: *whistling* stocking: *hug* morning handsome~ Kid: *smiles* "Morning, beautiful." stocking: *smooch* hehe~ Kid: "How are you feeling?" stocking: good, and you? Kid: "Great...but I am thinking already about Christmas gifts..." stocking: oh~? Kid: "Maybe visit some shops soon, get some ideas for post-Thanksgiving sales?" stocking: sounds good. Kid: *holds her hand* "Thanks. I was hoping to find some good gifts for Mom, Dad, Shiori, Kirika...Liz, Patty..." *teases* "Isn't there someone else I should be buying a gift?" stocking: *pouts and pokes his cheeks* mean! >n< Kid: *giggles* "I'm kidding!" stocking: i know~ *smooch on the nose* Kid: *blushes, hugs her* "Love you." -at school- Jacqueline: "I'm just saying, those three new students look a little old." kim: maybe, but i like the way that tsurugi guy thinks. Jacqueline: "...Seriously?" kim: *whistling* tsugumi: jackie, are you having a hard time....diehl-ing with her? kim:.............you fucking didnt. Jacqueline: -_- "Stop." tsugumi:..... QwQ i thought it was funny... ao: *laughing* Anya: *annoyed look at Ao* Jacqueline: "What is it about that Tsurugi person that you're tolerating? I just get a bad feeling around them..." kim: any lover of money is cool in my book! ^w^ Jacqueline: *pinches Kim's cheek* "Greedy..." kim: ow! >3< Jacqueline: "Sometimes you're too greedy for your own good..." -elsewhere- Relan: *points* "That's the really violent fire person..." iris: ah...um....excuse me. juria: eh? what do you want, midget b*tch? iris:....im going to have to ask you to leave relan alone. he didnt do anything to you...right? juria:...oh that brat? ........fuckin....look, i got my ear talked off last night, so im a bit bitter about it, but surpisingly, im rather calm when im bitter, so im gonna let this one slide, but tomorrow, look out. Relan: *peeks up from behind Iris* "W-We don't want any trouble..." juria: consider yourself lucky, punk. *walking away* stupid shock collar.... Relan: *sigh of relief* "Thank you, Iris." iris: im just glad you're ok... Relan: *smiles* "I'm glad she didn't attack you..." iris: yeah...im not exactly built for combat. Relan: "I'm not sure I am either. It's why I try to work out." iris:....maybe later, we can stop by asakusa? Relan: "Yeah, and see Shinra?" iris: *she smiles and nods* Relan: "Cool! I'd like that. When would you want to head over?" iris: maybe after school? Relan: *nods* "Okay! I'll see you at the front steps, then?" -elsewhere- Arthur: "Okay, this post is secured!" tamaki: this one's good to go. Takehisa: *checks off on the list* "Good. Let's move onto the next building for inspection." Konro: *slowly walking with others to follow progress* "With the extra builders here, we finished sooner than expected." kabuki: indeed.....?? *notices two individuals* oh? Relan: *waves awkwardly to Kabuki* "Hello, fellow Fire Brigade member. We're from the 8th. I mean, she's from the 8th, I'm from the 3rd--" kabuki: oh? tamaki: oh, iris, and........relan, was it? Relan: *nods* "And you're...Kotatsu?" tamaki: yeah...lookin for shinra, i take it? iris: yes actually. Relan: *looking around* "Wow...This all looks new." tamaki: yeah...shinra's back at the ryokan. come on. Relan: "Oh...Are you all heading back there, or still working?" -and so- shinra: rel! iris! *hugs them both* Relan: o\\\\o "H-Hi..." *pat pat* shinra: so what brings you by? iris: we wanted to see how you were all doing. Relan: *nods* "You're looking well..." shinra: *smiles* -he tells them all that has happened- Relan: "Oh...The Commander of the 7th isn't that scary?" shinra: at first maybe, but he's alright i guess... Relan: "That's good to hear..." *tentative poke at Shinra's arm* "Working out?" shinra: yeah... *blush* iris: .....i'll go check on the commander. Akitaru: *outside in the dining room* Relan: "O-Oh...Okay..." iris: *goes to the dining room* Akitaru: "Iris!" *bear hug* iris: good to see you too, commander. ^^ maki: iris! we missed you! Akitaru: "How's everything back at the 8th?" iris:....not a dull moment. Akitaru: "..." *frowns* "What did Hibana do?" iris:........*she explains the situation* miwa's been keeping her on a tight leash though.... Akitaru: *massaging his temples* "Jeez, that Hibana...Remind me to thank Miwa when we get back home." iris: noted ^^; Akitaru: *leans back in chair* "Well, with these repairs just about done, we should be heading back to the 8th soon. Just have to convince Benimaru..." iris: understood. Akitaru: "You staying here tonight, Iris, or heading back to the 8th?" iris: i might head back...i dont know about relan though... Akitaru: "Alright. Sell, if you stay over, we can make room." iris: *she nods* ok, but i think i will head back, to check on nozomi... Akitaru: *nods* "Thanks...How is she?" iris: she's...been doing better....checking through files... Akitaru: "So, keeping busy? Anything she discovered?" iris: *she explains her findings* Akitaru: "The 4th...Better keep an eye on them." iris: *she nods* Akitaru: *stretches* "Well, after that long day of work, I need a bath. See you back at the 8th soon, Iris!" -later that evening- Relan: *stands with Iris, waving at Shinra* "We'll see you soon." shinra: *he hugs them and kisses them both on the cheek* Relan: *slight blush* -later- Akitaru: "Doin' alright, Shinra?" shinra: yeah, it was nice to see them. *he smiles* Akitaru: *nods* "They doing okay?" shinra: *he nods* Akitaru: "That's good..." Arthur: *moping* shinra: ??? Akitaru: "Arthur?" Arthur: "...I am happy for you, Shinra..." *pouts* shinra: um...thanks arthur... Arthur: "But I'm still here...and I need help with my...plan for a date." Akitaru: "???" shinra:.....um.... Arthur: "I need a restaurant, a valet, a carriage, and a horse." shinra:.....dude what? Arthur: "I, as the knight, require a steed and carriage to carry the Cat Princess to the date that awaits her." shinra:........................................................no comment. Arthur: "So, will you be the carriage driver or not? I have the suit planned for you already." shinra: O-O Arthur: *holds up the suit...* -elsewhere- Hibana: "Oh, you're back!" iris: *she nods* shinra and the others are doing well. Hibana: "...Are you okay?" iris: *she tells them all what happened* while shinra appreciates the thought, he declined your offer on the office. Hibana: -_-; "Maybe you should've done a better job selling him on the idea..." iris: ^^; Hibana: "How did the gorilla react when you told him what I was going to do to his office?" iris: he was annoyed, oh! miwa, good job keeping sister in check. miwa: no problem ^^ Hibana: *temper twitch* "Traitor..." nayumi: *giggles* gabriella: its ok hibana...*kisses her on the cheek* Hibana: -\\\\- *huggies* Rino: "So, Iris, how are Boyfriends 1 and 2?" iris: shinra and relan are doing good. -morning- Kid: *sighs* stocking: you ok kid? *concerned* Kid: *nods* "Just thinking...I don't want to embarrass you at Thanksgiving..." stocking: *smile* it'll be fine kid...trust me. Kid: *nods* "I...feel like it will go fine. I just get nervous as I try to figure out every last detail so that everything is precise and perfect." stocking: *chuckles* you're so cute kiddo.... Kid: *blushes, smiles* "I try..." *inhales, exhales* "Okay. I'll do my best." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: "Well, onto more immediate matters..." *puts on apron* "What would you like for breakfast, my sweet~?" -elsewhere- kurome: papa! Kurogiri: *deep but comforting voice* "Kurome! Daddy loves you~" kurome: hehehe! ^^ Kurogiri: "Papa has a coloring book and crayons for you--non-toxic, too!" kurome: *shiny eyes* -outside the room- yuuji: he's been in there a while... Dabi: "Just tending to his ankle-biter..." ???: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH!!! *SLAM* WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?! *points to a positive pregnancy test* WHO THE HELL HAD THE AUDACITY TO THROW AWAY A POOR INNOCENT IPOD SHUFFLE?!?! Dabi: ._____. "...I'm not pregnant." yuuji: what?! sachi: DONT LOOK AT ME! >///< himiko:...... >w>;;;;;;;; Dabi: "...Oh no..." himiko: .....*throws confetti* surprise dabi! or should i say 'daddy'? yuuji: *about to throw up* Dabi: .__________. (walks into the bathrooms, shuts the door--and screams) villain: dammit toga do we need to get shiragaki to kink shame you again?! himiko: I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT!!.....this time. Dabi: *opens the door* "...Are you really pregnant?" yuuji: wow, kurogiri is probably going to skin him alive....i'll go call the morticians. himiko: yup! 8D sachi: *hug* congrats himiko! Dabi: "...Himiko, we have a lot to discuss..." himiko: 8D 8D 8D yuuji: holy shit, are you actually going to take responsibility for once? who the fuck are you and where's dabi? Dabi: "Question #1: How many months can we still have sex?" yuuji: and there he is. sachi: *PUNCH* RUDE! D8< Dabi: *knocked to the floor* "It was...a legitimate, fair question..." sachi: still! >n< yuuji: *sending a text to kurogiri* Kurogiri: "Oh, a text from Yuuji that says--" o_______O *Muffled yell* kurome: ?? ???: rest in pieces. hey when you die, can i get your porn mags? Dabi: "Hell no. I'm getting buried with those." *Warp Gate opens--and Kurogiri's hands reach out and start strangling Dabi* Dabi: O_______O ???: fuck you ma- HOLY! Kurogiri: *angrish screaming* himiko: owo~? Kurogiri: "YOU DARE DEFILE HER LIKE THIS?!" Dabi: *choking* yuuji: *filming on his phone* Dabi: *struggling* "Help me, you bastards!" yuuji: soon soon. sachi: *laughing* himiko: my baby's gonna be so cuuuute! kurome's gonna have a playmate and it's gonna be totes adorbs!! Dabi: *eyes rolling back into his head* Kurogiri: "...A playmate?" *drops Dabi, walks towards Himiko* "...Yes, that is quite adorable." himiko: I KNOW! *shiny eyes* yuuji: aaand posted. Dabi: *drooling on the floor* Shigaraki: *opens door, holding a glass, wearing bunny slippers...sees the sight in front of him...closes the door again* -elsewhere- Relan: "Doing okay, Buttons?" buttons: ^o^ Relan: "The Commander didn't bother you, did he?" buttons: *nuzzles against his hand* Relan: "That's good...You're such a great pet." *pet pet* -elsewhere- Black Star: *YAAAAAAWN* tsubaki: zzzz.... Black Star: *knocks* "Tsubaki? I'm done in the shower." tsubaki: *yawn* Black Star: *knocks again, puts his hand along the door knob* tsubaki: its open. Black Star: *opens, enters slightly, wearing a towel* "Hey. I finished in the shower--it's all yours. You okay?" tsubaki: yeah. *she nods* just resting. *she gets up and goes to the shower* Black Star: *watches her go to the shower; when she shuts the door behind her, he walks to his room to dress* tsubaki: *sigh* ..... Black Star: *in his room, takes off his towel, starts getting dressed* ("She's still so worried about all of this...") -elsewhere- Yohei: "More ginger ale?" chie: *nods* TT-TT Yohei: *pours another glass, hands it to her* "Next doctor's appointment is when?" chie: this weekend. Yohei: *holds her hand* "I'll be there." chie: *she smiles* Shotaro: *peeks into the room* "Chie? I got something for the baby..." chie: oh? what is it? Shotaro: *holds up a unicorn doll* "Tah dah!" chie: awww, how cute! Yohei: "Cool." *pats Shotaro's head* Shotaro: "Hee hee..." -elsewhere- Benimaru: *holding a clipboard* "...This building looks off." tamaki: *facefault* you're kidding! Arthur: "!!!" tamaki: TT^TT Benimaru: *points to one wall* "I want another coat of paint here. My residents deserve better than half-hearted craftsmanship." Tsukiyo: *wearing a construction helmet, overalls, and holding a shovel* shinra: understood sir, we'll try our hardest.... Benimaru: *shoves a can of paint and brush into Shinra's hands* "See that you do." shinra: yes sir!....*sigh* Tsukiyo: "Sir, you need a helmet to protect your beautiful head from any damage in this construction site~!" Benimaru: *now in a helmet* "..." fang-hua: well, it would be bad if you got injured.... Benimaru: "I destroy buildings on a periodic basis--" Tsukiyo: "And that's very hot!" Benimaru: "--that I am sure debris will not harm me..." fang-hua: still, cant be too careful sir... Benimaru: -\\\\- "Fine." fang-hua: *she smiles* Benimaru: *checking walls* "Hmm...This screw needs to be tightened..." Tsukiyo: *opens her mouth...* fang-hua: tsukiyo no. Tsukiyo: *pouts, holds up screwdriver* "Fine...I'll do it..." *screws* -elsewhere- Kid: "Been awhile since home ec..." stocking: yeah. seems we're making tarts. Kid: "Excellent." *hands an apron to Stocking* -it has an angel wing design- Kid: *kid's has an 8 on the front* stocking: hehe~ Kid: *blushes* "I hope to make the tart sweet enough." stocking: im sure you will~ Kid: "Hmm...Lemon, strawberry, orange curds..." *removes some lemon rinds* -elsewhere- lilac: s-school...a-admission forms? Mr. Tsubaki: "Will that be a problem?" lilac: um...n-no! not at all s-sir! Mr. Tsubaki: *nods* "And keep an eye on this one..." *slides a photo to Lilac, of Tsubaki Nakatsukasa* lilac: um...o-ok sir.... Mr. Tsubaki: "Enjoy school~" lilac:....*gulp*..... Mr. Tsubaki: "Oh! And you'll need a new backpack, some pencils, one of those 'Keeper of Traps'...Trapper Keeper" belkia: should he go for a school uniform or nah? Shamrock: "The Academy does have a variety of uniforms..." *holds up a skirt* lilac: um....i-if i should wear that...t-then i guess i could..... Mr. Tsubaki: -_-; "Don't tease him with a skirt. Let him pick his own uniform..." lilac:..t-thank you..... Shamrock: "Hmph...Fine. Maybe a shirt and tie would suit you better..." lilac: m-m-maybe..... Shamrock: "Well, let me get your measurements. Arms out!" lilac: *gulps and does so* >////< Shamrock: *puts measurement tape around waist* "You've been gaining weight?" lilac: i-i-is that bad?? Shamrock: "Depends. You eating enough?" lilac: i-i think so.... -elsewhere- Kid: *sniffs* "Ah~" stocking: mmmm~ >w< Kid: *hands one to Stocking* "Lovely..." stocking: *nom and happy shudders* so yummy~! Kid: *quivers with happiness* "So glad to hear." stocking: hehe~ Kid: *tastes the tart, quivers* "So tasty." stocking: *licks some of the cream off his lip* Kid: o\\\\o stocking: surprised~? Kid: "...You always surprise me, in good ways, every single day." soul: get a room! Kid: *smirks* "Already have one~" soul: DUDE!! liz: *clasps hands and covers mouth* bruh... Kid: -\\\- "Sorry. Couldn't resist." stocking: *stifled laughter* Relan: ("Happy that weird rabbit girl isn't here...") *holding a cherry pie...that somehow caught on fire* iris: r-relan!! Relan: T_T "I just wanted the pie to come out well. WHY DOES EVERYTHING I COOK GET CAUGHT ON FIRE?!" nozomi: *got the fire extinguisher out* *SPRAYS* iris: you arent hurt are you? Relan: T_T "Just my pride. Thank you for our concern, Iris." iris: im sure you'll get it one day. Relan: *nods, small smile despite tears* -elsewhere- Spirit: *in teachers' lounge, showing Halloween pics to Marie* "Such a cute costume...I mean, badass for Batman, but still cute." marie: awww *showing pics of christa's little lamb costume* Spirit: *shiny eyes* "Awwwwwwwww!" marie: i know!! >w< Yumi: *shows photos of Shiori* -elsewhere- Arthur: "...You got paint on your nose." shinra: oh. *wiping it off* did i get it? Arthur: *smirks* "I was kidding. _Now_ you got paint on your nose." shinra:....you're a dick....tamakiiii!! tamaki: hmm? shinra: arthur is picking on me! Arthur: "I was just teasing!" tamaki: come on you two, be nice. Arthur: "...I was just having a little fun..." tamaki: *rolls eyes and gets back to work, adjusting her overall straps* Arthur: -\\\\- ("Such a cute tigress...") -elsewhere- Ponera: *tending to Neian while Medusa naps* "Such a cutie~" neian: mugu.... *teething on a chewy ring* Ponera: "Soon your little snake fangs will poke through, huh, baby~?" neian: hehe! Ponera: "Grimmy! Take a photo!" grimoire: alright. *prepping the camera* neian: dada! grimoire: ..... Ponera: o\\\\o grimoire: im afraid not, young one. neian: TnT Ponera: "Aww, it's okay, Neian! We're all here for you~" grimoire: even your aunt, as much of a 'neat' as she is. Ponera: *snort laugh* "Neet..." shaula: rude. Ponera: "Oh, hello there! Say 'hi' to your Aunt Shaula, Neian!" neian: hi! -elsewhere- Black Star: "Sure you're okay?" tsubaki: *she nods* yes...mifune asked me to watch over angela and yuma while he's on a job. normally he'd ask kyouko, but she has work elsewhere... Black Star: "Ah...That sounds like a two-person job, though. I'm joining you on this!" tsubaki: *she smiles* Black Star: "Anything to pick up after school before heading over?" -elsewhere- Takehisa: "Another light bulb, please, Maki." maki: here you go! hopefully this lights up your life! >w< Takehisa: "..." *on the ladder, leans down, pats her head* "Humorous." maki: hehe~ you got to admit, it was funny. Takehisa: "As I said, 'humorous.'" *puts in light bulb* "That's the last." *descends ladder* "Turn on the lights." -the lights flicker on- Takehisa: *small smile* "Nice." maki: hehe! ^^ Takehisa: *pats his brow* "I think this calls for a late lunch break." maki: ramen? Takehisa: *nods* "I'm buying." maki: yay! Takehisa: *small smile as he leads her* "Tamaki, Shinra, Arthur, we will be getting--" Arthur: *dosed in red paint* "..." shinra: ._.; tamaki: *stringing shinra up by his ankles* Takehisa: "...What...did you all do?" tamaki: long story. you wouldnt believe us even if we told you. shinra: please get me down. Takehisa: "..." *pulls out gun, fires it at the rope holding up Shinra* shinra: !!!! -bwoof- shinra: owowowowow.... tamaki: im amazed that didnt go badly for me. Takehisa: "Tamaki, get Arthur cleaned up. Shinra, get to the infirmary. Maki, let's get to--" *Door opens* tamaki: OW! x-x unyaaaaa...... Akitaru: "Hey, guys! How is--" *sees what has happened, including knocking into Tamaki* "..." *slowly closes door* tamaki: serinaaaaaa..... -and so- Akitaru: "Owie..." Arthur: *in his boxers, being hosed down* Q_Q "That water is cold..." padma: -_-; honestly... Takehisa: *slurps on ramen* serina: *tending to tamaki and shinra's injuries* tamaki: thank you serina... qwq serina: it's not a problem. Takehisa: *passes another cup to Maki* Konro: *small laugh at Shinra and Tamaki* "Surprised to see you two at the infirmary." tamaki: i dun wanna talk about it q^q maki: *nom nom* Takehisa: -\\\\- Akitaru: *holding icebag to his head* "Some punch you got, Tamaki." >_< shinra: are you feeling any better? tamaki: 737; Akitaru: "Heh...I'll live." Konro: "Well, you're in good hands. Serina is one of your best." padma: indeed she is. Akitaru: *small smile* "Things are coming along well here. Notwithstanding limitations..." Arthur: "Where are my new clothes while I get mine clean? I'm freezing in just my royal boxers..." maki: thats good. give or take, we'll be home in no time! Tsukiyo: "Here you go~" *holds up speedos* Arthur: -_-; "No." shinra: *snerk* padma: -_- the ryokan owner was kind enough to lend you a robe. Tsukiyo: "Let's put it to a vote: all those in favor, say 'aye'!" tamaki: *small raise of the hand* Arthur: *trying to grab the robe* Akitaru: "..." *smirks at Tamaki* Arthur: o\\\\\\\\o Takehisa: "..." *glances at Maki* tamaki: oh shush you! Akitaru: "I didn't say anything ^^" maki: *thinking* its tempting. but i'll spare him. -elsewhere- Relan: T_T "My poor burnt cherry pie..." *small head-slam against his locker door* iris: *pap pap* you did your best. Relan: "But it sucked...And I didn't get to share a slice of cherry pie with you or Shinra..." iris:...why dont we go to deathbucks? Relan: *nods* -at the cafe- Relan: *shiny eyes at the slice of pie* waitress: enjoy the meal. iris: thank you. Relan: "Yes, thank you!" Relan: *takes a bite, smiles* iris: *enjoying her drink* -mikami and ryuuko enter and take a seat- iris: oh, mikami, ryuuko, good to see you. ryuuko: you as well, sister. *she nods* Relan: *small wave* "How are you?" mikami: we're doing well. ryuuko: we're on a date. mikami: >///< ryuuko-chan, you're so blunt. Relan: ._. "Oh! Congratulations!" iris: ah, thats good to know. ^^ Relan: "You picked a good cafe, at least...Really good dessert!" ryuuko: *she smiles* i can understand why it's so popular. usually we visit the branch on main street plaza, but its nice to see the original. Relan: *nods* "We came here for the cherry pie. What kind of meal will you get on your date?" ryuuko:....cream soda. *shiny eyes* mikami: i think i might get some chocolate cake. Relan: *smiles, then looks at Iris* "Oh, you got a little cherry on your lip." -elsewhere- Kid: *points to one doll in the mall shop window* "That's one gift I was thinking for Shiori." liz: it's so cute. Kid: *smiles* "And I was thinking about what to get Mother and Father..." liz: maybe some mugs? Kid: "Hmm...What should I have written on them?" Patty: "..." *small smirk* -elsewhere in the mall- stocking: *she just purchased her gift for kid* Rin: "Oh, hey, Stocking!" stocking: hmm? oh, hey rin, hows it going? or would you prefer 'uncle'? haha! Rin: -_-; "Rin is fine...I'm just shopping early for some Christmas gifts. You?" stocking: same here...so are you going to come over for thanksgiving dinner or nah? Rin: "I'll be there. Hope you like spicy cornbread stuffing!" *big innocent smile* stocking: sure...*sweatdrop* (thinking: *cringe*) is kyouko coming too, or is she staying at the monastery with your dad? Rin: "I think so..." stocking: ah. and your brother? Rin: "Most definitely! He's been needing to loosen up." stocking: ah, i see. *she nods* well, i should get going, see you then? Rin: "Yep! See ya! Good luck shopping!" -elsewhere- Black Star: *coloring with Angela* angela: *doodling herself and a young boy in a top hat holding hands with hearts* ^///^ Black Star: "...Top hats?" *Excalibur face* angela: he's the boy from the hot spring. ^^ tsubaki: aw, how cute. Black Star: "Oh, that guy? Okay, now I remember him...Got a crush on him?" angela: >//w//< tsubaki: *almost dying of cuteness* Black Star: "I guess next time we pass by the hot spring you can go say 'hi' to him..." -elsewhere- Konro: "Fang-Hua, I finished washing Arthur's clothes. Please take them to him." fang-hua: right away sir. *she heads to the ryokan and goes to his room* mr boyle? Arthur: *slides open the door--he's in a change of clothes* "Yeah? Oh, hey, Fang-Hua! I got the robe to return..." fang-hua: ah. well, here's your clothes back. Arthur: *small laugh* "I rarely hear that. Thanks." fang-hua: no problem. Arthur: "You hungry? Hinawa is a great cook." fang-hua: sure. Takehisa: "Maki, pass me the salt..." *stirring the stew* maki: here you go. fang-hua: need any help? Takehisa: *nods* "Please chop the vegetables into cubes." fang-hua: understood. *doing that* maki: you're pretty good at that. fang-hua: thanks. i know, it seems kind of stereotypical, but when my parents werent home, i was usually in charge, being the oldest. Takehisa: "Good work ethic." fang-hua: *she nods* my family works with fireworks and explosives. one day, one of my brothers, jin, accidently ignited one of them, and when i went to stop it, i held the spark in place. thats how i discovered i was a 2nd gen ability user. maki: neat. Takehisa: "Hmm. No one else in your family has fire abilities?" fang-hua: i think i inherited it from my mom's side of the family. i know my maternal grandfather had those abilities, but he passed away when i was young. i think my mom has them too, but she doesnt use them too often. Takehisa: *remembering first time he saw a person spontaneously combust...* fang-hua: i joined the brigade because i wanted to use my abilities to help others, if not on the front lines, then as support. Takehisa: "That is noble. Based on Commander Benimaru's reports I have read, he appreciates that." fang-hua: *she smiles* Takehisa: "Okay, stew is ready." *calls* "Shinra! Bring the others! The food is ready!" -elsewhere- Relan: "I hope you both had a good date." *smiles* mikami: we did. *she smiles* ryuuko: did you want to walk back with us? seeing as you are in our brigade and all. Relan: *nods, turns back to Iris* "Well...Thanks for taking me out for pie, after I burned mine." iris: no problem. you three get home safe, ok? mikami: ok, you too. Relan: "..." *awkward hug* iris: *hugs as well before exiting* iris: *walking past a shop with TVs, displaying a young man playing piano* lilac: *standing in front of the TVs, muttering* iris: ?? Rin: *walking by* "Oh. Hey. Aren't you at the DWMA?" iris: hmm? oh, yes. im also in the 8th special fire brigade as a sister. Rin: "Oh, cool! My dad's a priest." iris: oh, is that right? well, some of the pastors do have families, im not sure how common it is in the sol church... *muttering to herself ala deku* Rin: "Oh, you do that muttering thing too, huh?" *laugh* "My bro did that, too, growing up." *holds out his hand* "I'm Rin!" iris: a pleasure to meet you call me iris! *shakes* Rin: "You're friends with Izuku, right?" iris: um, i guess so. shinra's better friends with him though. oh, he's in the same brigade as i am. .///. -elsewhere- Kid: *pouts* "I don't know whether this will suit Father..." liz: im sure he'd like it if it were from you. stocking: *entering the shop* hey guys. Kid: *face brightens a bit, goofy smile, waves* stocking: i got to talk to rin, he, yukio and kyouko are probably going to come to dinner too. Kid: "Oh, that's good! The more, the merrier." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: "So..." *pretending to peek into her bag* "What did you get me?" stocking: *small chop* uh-uh-uh~ no peeking~ bad kiddo! Kid: *playful pout* "Not even a hint?" stocking: nope~ Kid: *whispers* "I have methods of persuasion...including desserts..." stocking: sounds tempting~ liz: *AHEM* Kid: o\\\\\\o "R-Right! Um...Pick up something to eat on the way home?" stocking: sure. maybe go to death robbins? Kid: *nods* Patty: "42 Flavors!!!" -elsewhere- Hibana: *purring* gabriella: *rubbing her back* you've really been working hard, hibana. Hibana: "Well, someone had to get this filthy branched cleaned up--and I couldn't have done it without you, my love...and Mini-You." gabriella: aww. *blush* Hibana: *smiles* "Remind me to thank you later. For now..." *sighs with relief* "That back rub feels great..." -elsewhere- Akitaru: *pats his belly* "Great meal, Takehisa!" maki: so yummy~ ^^ Takehisa: -\\\\\- "I try to do my best." Arthur: *phew* tamaki: =///= *purrs* Arthur: -\\\\\- ("So cute...") Takehisa: "Fang-Hua? Was the meal satisfactory?" -outside, shinra is watching the sunset- shinra: *snaps a pic and texts it to iris and relan* [nice view. which you both were here to see it too...] Relan: [^^ looks great! thanks!] iris: [it looks lovely ^^ wish we were there too.] shinra: *he smiles* Relan: [maybe we can check out the sunset together some time soon?] shinra: [i would like that.] Relan: [ ^^ love u both] -elsewhere- Emine: *smirk* mono: -_______- you're a dick. Emine: "And you're an easy target." mono: 7-7; mono: i am _trying_ to like you guys more, but you make it really difficult... Shotaro: "...What did Emine do to you?" mono: ....i dont want to talk about it... Shotaro: "..." *dope-slaps Emine* Emine: "OW!" Shotaro: "Stop torturing Mono. Let's find you someone new to torture." nea: i volunteer shinoda. Shinoda: D: "Why me?!" nea: *innocent whistling* Emine: "Well, I did my bad deed for today already, so I'll need one for tomorrow..." *pulls out a big book titled 'Bad Deeds Ideas' and slams it down on the table--breaking it* chie: *shadowy tendrils appear as she glares poker faced at him* Emine: "...You should fix that table, Chie. Also, you're looking fat." Shotaro: o______o Shinoda: "..." *runs away* chie:....*biting her lip till it bleeds and shrieks demonically* Emine: o______O Shotaro: *jumps out the window, screaming* "I don't want to die!" -elsewhere- Kid: *hugs Stocking from behind* stocking: hehe~ *petting his head* Kid: *small kiss on her cheek* "So sweet..." stocking: i love you kiddo~ Kid: "I love you, too." *hug* stocking: *takes his hand and kisses his knuckles* Kid: -\\\\- *small kiss on her neck* stocking: *soft sigh of pleasure* Kid: *holds her hand, stroking it lightly* stocking: hehe~ Kid: *hugs Stocking* "You make me feel so safe." stocking: you make me feel safe too.......you...havent been having night terrors again, have you? Kid: *looks uncomfortable* "...Minor ones." stocking: *pets his head* want to talk about it? Kid: "...It's silly, really. Nightmares that I screw up..." stocking: *she sighs and kisses him on the forehead* Kid: *falls into her arms* "Like I said, it's silly...like as silly as forgetting to button up to the top on my shirt, or leaving a shoelace untied...but also as serious as failing to save someone..." stocking: *petting his head and back* its understandable... Kid: "Stocking...It was so silly that I thought...I was in that tacky suit again, and was so distracted that I didn't even notice that...the Academy was destroyed behind me. I knew it was a dream, but it felt so real and frightening." stocking: *she nods and brings him to a window with a view of the academy* see? its still standing... Kid: *small smile* "In perfect condition..." *small smirk* "It could use a new coat of paint." stocking: *she chuckles and kisses his nose* Kid: *blushes, holding her* "Thank you. You know exactly what to say." -elsewhere- sachiko: thanks again for spending the night, spirit. Spirit: "Happy to." *holds her hand* sachiko: *smiles as she nuzzles up to him on the couch* Spirit: "Feeling more relaxed after work?" sachiko: yeah. *stretched out* =w= Spirit: *holds her* "You've worked so hard, that you need your rest..." *small kiss on her cheek* sachiko: *she smiles* Spirit: "I like the ponytail. You look...beautiful." sachiko: thanks. Spirit: *holds her hand massages it* "Sachiko?" sachiko: hmm? what is it? Spirit: "I love you. And I love Izumi. And I want to be here for both of you." sachiko: *she smiles* i love you too. Spirit: *small kiss on her lips* sachiko: mmmmm u///u Spirit: "Mmmm..." *slight lick along her lips as he kisses* sachiko: mm! >///< Spirit: *pulls back* "S-Sorry!" sachiko: its fine, dont worry. it felt nice. Spirit: *nods, smiles blushes* "Okay...Just don't want to make you uncomfortable..." sachiko: hey, its fine. (thinking: and anything is better than my ex, haha!) Spirit: *smiles, takes her hand and kisses it* sachiko: hehe~ Spirit: *kisses her wrist next* "I love your giggle." sachiko: ^^ Spirit: *kisses up her arm to her shoulder* sachiko: hehehe~ Spirit: *pulls her in close for a hug, kissing her cheek* sachiko: *smooch* -elsewhere- Black Star: *stretches* "Glad to get those kids in bed already..." tsubaki: *she nods* Black Star: *lies on floor, looking up at the ceiling* "You alright?" tsubaki: yes. Black Star: "...Tsubaki? I'm going to ask you something...so don't laugh, okay?" tsubaki: ok. whats up? Black Star: -\\\\\- "Would you...want to go on a date...with me?" tsubaki: *blushing* oh...did...did you have anything in mind? Black Star: "I was thinking of dinner and a movie? I think there's some action-romance-comedy out..." tsubaki: that sounds great. Black Star: o__o "R-Really? Th-That's great!" *big goofy smile* "Great! Friday, then?" tsubaki: *she smiles* sure! Black Star: "Awesome!" *leaps up* "Prepare yourself for the best date you ever had, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa!" *proud pose* angela: too loud! Black Star: o\\\\\o "Oh...My bad, Angie." -elsewhere- Yohei: *kiss* "I love you so much, babe." chie: *nuzzles* Yohei: "How do you feel?" chie: alright for the most part. Yohei: *holds her* "You're beautiful, smart, passionate..." chie: *blushing* awww. you adorable goof. Yohei: "_You're_ adorable goof..." *nuzzles* chie: hehe~ nea: *in her room, doing her hair* Shinoda: *pacing outside her room...* nea: shinoda, i can hear you. Shinoda: o____o "...Hi..." nea: did you need something? Shinoda: "Just...wanted to see whether you were okay..." nea: yeah, was about to put a movie on till i went to sleep. Shinoda: "Oh...Which film?" nea: just something in general.... Shinoda: "...Would you mind company?" nea:....im sure it'd be fine. Shinoda: "Okay..." *sits in her room* nea: *sitting down on the bed as she puts the movie on* Shinoda: *facing the TV...but looking out of the corner of his eye at her* ("So...so...") nea: *stretches and leans against him* Shinoda: ("!!!") *puts an arm around her* nea:.....*she smiles a bit* Shinoda: *keeps his arm there, watching with her* "Long day?" nea: yeah. the family called to check on me. Shinoda: "What did you tell them? How are they?" nea: told them im doing well, they're doing fine too. dad had some trouble with a rival mob, but it got taken care of. Shinoda: "...Did he ask for your assistance?" nea: no, he got my sisters to handle it. Shinoda: *nods* "...I'm glad you are safe here." nea: *she smiles and holds his arm* nice and warm... Shinoda: *smiles* "Cool and calm." nea: *she still watches the movie, relaxed* Shinoda: *still has his hand around her...sighs contently, as he sits a bit closer to her, his leg just touching hers* nea: .///. Shinoda: "..." *leans to her ear, whispers* "Thank you for letting me watch this film with you." nea: no problem... Shinoda: "...Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" nea: why do you ask? Shinoda: "Because I don't want you to...If I'm too close..." *removes his arm* nea:....you're fine. Shinoda: "..." *puts his arm back around her* "So...This is okay?" nea: yeah. Shinoda: "...Anything else that would be okay?" *puts a hand over hers* nea:...well....did you want to kiss? f-for old time sake? Shinoda: "..." *nods* "How about one, on the lips?" nea: *blush* s-sure....*small smooch* Shinoda: "!!!" *softly kisses back, shortly* "..." *small sigh as his breath is cold* "Thank you." nea: i....really missed that. Shinoda: "...Nea...I've missed you." nea: *blushing* Shinoda: "Could we do this again some time? Another movie?" nea: sure. Shinoda: *small light squeeze on her hand* "I would like that." -elsewhere- Gopher: .W. inori: did you need something? Gopher: "Just seeing whether you feel happy..." *goofy smile* inori: why i feel content at the moment. why do you inquire? Gopher: "Just wanted to make sure." *smiles* "If I can help..." inori: you certainly are eager, are you not? Gopher: *nods eagerly* -elsewhere- tamaki: *playing an MMORPG on her phone* Arthur: *squirms* ("I don't want to interrupt her...but I want to be around her...") tamaki: ...?? do you have the game too or nah- !!! *pwned in PVP in game* SHINRA!! shinra: hehe~ *smug grin* Arthur: "!!!" ("The knight will defend the princess!") *pulls out his phone* "I am on this, Tamaki..." *pulls up MMORPG* "Let's do this." shinra: we're at the Gadwin City stadium in PVP, where are you? Arthur: "...I am in a forest?" tamaki: *looks* seems your in verdant forest, that's not too far off. maybe if we finish before you arrive, we can do some quests or dungeon crawling? Arthur: "!!! Dungeons?! Yes! That sounds fun!" shinra: neat. Arthur: *runs through the forest* "I am coming!" tamaki: ok. oh and if you see a felidae named 'kimata' and a drake named 'ryuu', thats me and shinra. Arthur: "I am the knight running towards you, then!" shinra:....you used your real name? really? tamaki: i used my name, but i anagrammed it backwards! Arthur: "A knight has nothing to hide! The exploits of Arthur Boyle will be known through all worlds--online, too!" shinra:....there's a joke i could make there, but i wont. Arthur: :< shinra: anyway...exp grinding time? Arthur: "Grind away!" -later- Arthur: *admiring his avatar's new shiny armor* ~_~ tamaki: *equipping new daggers* nice. shinra: i cant believe that 'keereetuh' guy jumped into the lava...what an idiot. Arthur: "Some people just have an awful sense of direction." tamaki: well, he shouldnt have been hitting on me... no wonder his party ditched him. -elsewhere- Benimaru: *sipping tea* -small knock on the wall next to the curtain in the doorframe- Benimaru: "Enter." fang-hua: evening, commander. Benimaru: *nods* "Evening. How are you?" fang-hua: just checking the rounds. Benimaru: "Any problems?" fang-hua: nope, other than jataro sneaking steamed buns from the onsen... -_-; Benimaru: "...Odd." fang-hua: then again, this is jataro we're talking about *sweatdrop* Benimaru: "How did you reprimand Jataro?" fang-hua: chop to the head. Benimaru: *small smile* "Good." *looks at her* "Tea?" fang-hua: sure. Benimaru: *pours some for her* "I finished inspections of the remaining buildings. All are fit for residents to move back in." fang-hua: that's good to hear. *she smiles*....and katarou's family? Benimaru: "...I paid my respects. And there will be a mourning festival this week." fang-hua: understood... Benimaru: "I intend to dress well for this ceremony." *sips* "Please make sure Tsukiyo is dressed." fang-hua: i'll do my best, even if i have to tape her clothes to her skin, haha! (thinking: to think she's a year older than me...) Benimaru: *smirk* "Careful. She may enjoy that." fang-hua: c-commander, really. *sweatdrop* Benimaru: "Just giving you a warning. You know she would have said it if I hadn't." fang-hua: yeah... -elsewhere- misora:...mmhmm......i understand....dont you worry mr manager, i got it under control~ Joker: "What are they doing now?" misora: reconstruction mostly...those knights should be here anyday now...oooh its gonna be so exciting...i want wait to see beni-chan at his most angry~ *panting* scarlet: dont make it weird hina. -_-' tamaki: *outside the door* ??? Joker: ._.; "Yeah, you're sounding kinda weird..." misora: hmph. meanies. anyway, i got to hang up, dont want to risk anyone hearing. and tell fuzzy hair to get a stupid hair cut. bye~<3 *she hangs up* scarlet:....wow....burning her parents to near death must have really messed her up... Joker: ("'Fuzzy Hair'? I'll have to remember that one...") "Yes, I'm sure it did...That's why I made sure to channel her towards going towards Benimaru...Now, the fun begins..." tamaki: .... (thinking: knights?....could it be those white hoo-) *a shoulder grips her* !!! *she sees misora* ah! commander hina... i was just going to the bathroom... misora: ok...hey tamaki-chan....dont think about telling anyone what you heard, or it wont be good for you~ tamaki: !!!! misora:....just kidding~<3 *walks off* tamaki:.........(thinking: i have a bad feeling about this...) Akitaru: "Tamaki!" tamaki: NYAH! oh jeez, commander, just about made me die... Akitaru: "Sorry...Just excited to say congratulations on all your work on the repairs the last few days! I'm really proud of you!" tamaki: thank you sir. Akitaru: "You're welcome! You seem kinda jumpy. Okay?" tamaki: yeah...thought...thought i saw a rat in the building. Akitaru: "..." *snort* "Well, leave it to a cat to find one! I'll keep an eye open for it. But don't tell Shinra--his boyfriend has a rat for a pet, you know." tamaki: noted. tamaki: (thinking: im sure i found a rat alright...) Akitaru: *stretches* "Well, I'm done in the bathroom. I want to get some sleep before the big meeting tomorrow with Commander Benimaru. Night!" tamaki: good night.... -early next morning- Arthur: *muttering in his sleep* tamaki: *asleep in his bed with him* zzzz..... Arthur: *yawn* *turns in his bed, his hand laying across her as he, instinctively, brings her into a hug* tamaki: mm... O///O Arthur: *smiling in his sleep* "So soft..." tamaki: O//////////O Arthur: *yawn, opens his eyes* "Oh, mornin', Tamaki..." *closes his eyes...then* o______o "Um..." tamaki: *bluuuuush* WEDIDNTDOANYTHINGLEWDDONTGETTHEWRONGIDEADUMMY!! Arthur: "...Why are you in my bed?" tamaki: i got too tired to go to my own room.....*muttering* your bed was warm.... Arthur: "..." *serious* "You know that if there is anything I can do for you, I will. This bed is yours if you want it--nothing lewd at all." tamaki:....could i stay here? just a little bit longer? Arthur: "..." *nods, holds her* "Sure." tamaki:....*hugs him back* Arthur: "...I care about you." -elsewhere- Kid: *kitten yawn* stocking: morning kiddo~ Kid: *smiles* "Morning, Angel." stocking: hehe~ Kid: *hugs her* "Sleep okay?" stocking: yeah... Kid: *nods* "Same. What's on the agenda today?" stocking: do we have school? Kid: *nods* "Then it's the weekend." stocking: awesome! Kid: "Any plans for after school?" stocking: maybe visit the arcade? Kid: *smiles* "I would like that. Maybe see which of us can get the highest score?" stocking: you're on! Kid: "Hee hee..." *kiss on the forehead* stocking: ^////^ Kid: "Maybe a wager for the person who doesn't win?" stocking: *whispers into his ear* Kid: o\\\\\o "...All I had to offer was cake..." stocking: *whistling* Kid: "I-I agree to the terms! May the best person win!" stocking: ^^ -elsewhere- Shotaro: *sleeping upside with a bat bone in his mouth* "Zzz..." mono: *roasting sweet potatoes in the yard* Shinoda: *whispering to his apple tree sprout* "We're waiting for you, cutie..." Emine: *lurking up behind Mono* mono: oi, ashi, zuno, you want any? Assi and Zuno: *simultaneously* "Yes, please!" Zuno: "...Who's Zuno again?" Emine: *holding a brown paper bag, which he puffed full of air...* Emine: *sneaks up behind Mono and...* Yohei: *takes the bag out of Emine's hand--and drags Emine away by his collar* Emine: :< Assi: "Mmmm...Smells good, Mono." mono: thanks, my dad taught me how to do it... Assi: "..." *slight nod* Yohei: *drags Emine up to Shinoda, sternly lecturing Emine to stop bullying Mono or he will unleash paternal wrath upon him* Emine: o~o Zuno: *biting into a potato, as he looks at Yohei screaming at Emine* "Huh...That guy sure is angry..." -elsewhere- Meme: *reviewing notes in class* mio: *writing* Meme: *her pen stops working* "Ahhh...Mio, can I borrow a pen?" mio: ah, sure. *hands her one* Meme: *looks at the pen* "Awwwww, this is so cute~" mio: t-thanks. i got it at the new book store that opened up recently... Meme: "Neat! Maybe we can check out that shop this weekend." mio: i would like that... Meme: *smiles* Anya: *hunting through her notes* "No, no, no..." -elsewhere- Akitaru: "The Commander Benimaru gave us some time off before the festivities, so feel free to take some time to walk around town!" tamaki: awesome. Arthur: "Any suggestions?" shinra: maybe we could explore the town a little more? i think i saw an abra around here... *checking his phone* Arthur: " 'An abra'? Is that like an 'onsen'?" tamaki: -_-; Arthur: "...Did I say something stupid?" -and so- Arthur: *glancing from his phone and away from it* "...I don't get the appeal." shinra: got it! Arthur: "!!! I can catch more!" *tosses his own phone into bushes* "...Did I catch it?" tamaki:.... -_______-; Arthur: "Hmph." *reaches into the bushes and pulls out his phone--and something else* "???" *There is a Japanese hare clutching Arthur's phone* Hare: *screech!!!* Arthur: "...Oh crap--" tamaki: !!! easy lil fella... Hare: *leaps at Arthur's face* Arthur: "..." *SCREAM* shinra: oh shi- Arthur: *waving arms around, knocking into Shinra* shinra: ACK! Arthur: *running in a circle, trying to knock the Hare off of him, when--* tamaki: *knocked into a barrel* Hare: *leaps off of Arthur--and down into Shinra's shirt* Arthur: *knocks the barrel* shinra: *SCREAMING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL* tamaki: *rolling* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Tsukiyo: *strolling by* "??? You hear something?" tamaki:...aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *CRASH* Tsukiyo: "Umph!" Benimaru: *following sound of Shinra's screaming, stares at him* "...What are you doing, Kusakabe?" shinra: *trembling* buh....bunny..... O-O tamaki: mhph...... O//////////O;;; Benimaru: "..." *pats Shinra's head, reaches up under his shirt and removes the Hare, who calms down under his touch, pets the Hare* "I have experience with disruptive animals..." Tsukiyo: "Ugh...Ouchie..." *looks up" o\\\\\\\\o "Wow..." shinra: .////.; thank you sir. tamaki: .... NYAHH!! >////////< Benimaru: *nods* "You are welcome..." *lets the Hare go back into the bushes* Tsukiyo: "AAAAH~!" *holds onto Tamaki* tamaki: LEGGOAME!! Dx< Tsukiyo: "Then get off of me!" *squirming underneath Tamaki* -elsewhere- Hibana: "Put the new couch over there!" soldier: yes ma'am! miwa: *yaaawn* oh boy, now what are you up to? Hibana: "Interior redecorating~ From my new home design line! Consider it my gift to the 8th!" *The sofa has pillows with Hibana's face on them* iris: its nice... Hibana: *pats Iris on the head, smiles* Rino: -_-; "It's narcissistic as fuck." Hibana: *glares at Rino* gabriella: could i sleep with this one? miwa: o-o; Hibana: "Oh, my..." *small stroke under Gabriella's chin, whispers* "Wait 'til you see the body pillow line..." iris: WE'RE STANDING RIGHT HERE SISTER!! >///<;; Hibana: "I was whispering!" Rino: -_____-; "I better get so much school credit for this..." -elsewhere- Black Star: *holding up two shirts* "Which one, Soul?" soul: how about that one? *points to the left* Black Star: *looks at it in the mirror* "Well, the color's nice...Will Tsubaki like it?" soul: im sure she will. Black Star: "Hope so..." *takes off his shirt, starts putting on the one Soul chose* -elsewhere- Kid: *at arcade* "You ready?" stocking: born ready. Kid: *puts the token in, holds the video game blaster* "..." Announcer: "ON YOUR MARKS...GET SET...GO!" Kid: *begins* stocking: *aiming and shooting* Kid: *fires at three monster plushies in a row, smirking at Stocking* -elsewhere- Patty: "Keep your eyes closed, Takeru..." takeru: they are closed! *Takeru feels something soft, furry, and bear-shaped put into his hands* Patty: "Now open!" takeru: *looks* !! *It's a Teddy Bear in a Fire Fighter outfit* Patty: "Surprise!" takeru: *hugging it without using hands* thank you very much! Patty: "You're welcome! And you'll like this: it's flameproof!" takeru: t-thank you... *hug* Patty: *hugs back, pat on the back* "Mmm..." -elsewhere- Wes: "How is this?" soul: looks good. Wes: *smiles* "Thanks! Been working on it before the concert at the Academy..." soul: *he nods* Wes: "...You okay?" soul: yeah. Wes: "Alright...Hey..." *hugs Soul* soul:...*awkward bro hug* Wes: *pat pat* "I love you, Soul." soul: love you too, bro. Wes: *pat pat, pulls back* "If there is anything I can do to help...Like, if you aren't up for something, just say so." soul: *nods* Wes: "Alright..." *smiles* "Want to help me with a dessert recipe this weekend?" soul: sure. -elsewhere- Kid: *twirls the arcade toy gun, smirking* "Winner." stocking: *small pout* Kid: *pat on the back* "Good game." stocking: tch- show off. 737 Kid: "Would you rather I not give it my all~?" stocking: .////.; Kid: "So...I think I owe you dinner first." *offers his arm* stocking: i would be delighted~ Kid: "I know a wonderful place. Delicious dessert, and it'll set the mood." stocking: ooh, sounds lovely~ Kid: *leads her down the street to the restaurant* "No reservations, very small and quaint." stocking: *nods* *The restaurant is indeed small but comfortable...* Kid: *guides her to a seat* stocking: *she smiles* -elsewhere- serina: *smiling* Takehisa: "You seem jovial, Serina." serina: oh. just...just had a pleasent phone call. Takehisa: "It is good to have pleasant phone calls. Just keep an eye on your minutes and data." serina: yes, understood. ^^; Takehisa: "The Commander also wanted to let you know that the festival will have a dress code of your choice: formal, informal, military, whatever." serina: ah, i see. Takehisa: "I intend to be in my best uniform." *clicks heels, salutes* serina: ^^; padma: ....i shall be in military garb as well.... *mutters* i wanted to wear traditional clothing, but i left it on the firefly... Takehisa: "You will not be alone in that regard. That just leaves the others..." *looks to them to hear what they are wearing* misora: *in a wa lolita costume* ta-dah~! Takehisa: -_- Akitaru: -_- Arthur: -_- ("...Now, if Tamaki wore that...") maki: it's cute! misora: hehe~ thanks makimaki~ Takehisa: "...Shinra? Tamaki? You're not wearing lolita costumes, too, are you?" tamaki: NO! shinra: dont have any. Arthur: "...Please?" (to Tamaki) tamaki: O///////O Arthur: "...I said that aloud, didn't I?" shinra: you think? padma: cute. -__-; Arthur: "...I stand by my argument. Tamaki would look very nice in that outfit, because she is a beautiful, confident young woman." tamaki: >////////////< -elsewhere- Hibana: "Thank you for dinner!" nayumi: no problem ^^ gabriella: *nom nom* ^^ Hibana: *munch munch* "Delicious! I don't suppose I could entice you to join my brigade?" miwa: *chop* bad hibana. Hibana: *pout* "But I was just complimenting the food..." iris: *sweatdrop* (thinking: there's a way to do that without kidnapping people, sister...) Hibana: "I just think the 5th is a fun location, full of supportive employees who love their work--" Rino: *exhausted, covered in bandages, glaring at Hibana* "...Diiiiiiiiiie..." Hibana: "...She doesn't count. She only works for school credit." nayumi: ......i appreciate the offer, but im afraid i will have to pass ^^ Hibana: "Not even if I could entice you to join~? Just name your price..." nayumi: sorry. gabriella: ^^; Hibana: *pouts, pats Gabriella's hand* "Well, I tried." -elsewhere- Kid: *the cupcake in front of Stocking has a candle in it* "Gorgeous, is it not?" stocking: aww. Kid: *presents it to her* "Enjoy, my love." stocking: *blows out the candle and enjoys the treat* mmm~! Kid: *smiles* "Was it delicious?" stocking: oh yes it was~ Kid: "I'm glad..." *holds her hand* "Because that's the prelude to tonight..." stocking: *blush* Kid: "...You don't have to, if you wish not to." stocking: i want to though. Kid: *nods* "Okay...It means a lot." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: *rubs her hand* "Anything else you want to eat?" -later- Kid: *blows softly along her ear* stocking: ahh~ Kid: "You did lose...Ready to pay the price?" stocking: y-yes.... Kid: *smiles* "Excellent..." stocking: *laying down on her back* Kid: *licks his lips* "I'm going to give you the most pleasure you have felt in some time..." *kisses lightly along her arms and legs as he secures the straps* stocking: aah.... Kid: *straddles her, as he brings the blindfold down...and stops* "Do you remember the safe word?" stocking: r-remind me? Kid: *leans to her ear* " 'Trust.'" stocking: *blush* o-ok... Kid: *smiles* "When we're done, I'll have another surprise for you..." *kisses her lips lightly* "I love you..." stocking: mmmm~ -after that- stocking: *panting and shuddering* f...fuuck~ Kid: "Was it okay?" stocking: i...it was...amazing... Kid: *soft kiss on her cheek* "Thank you..." stocking: ah~! >////< Kid: "...Sensitive?" *unstraps her* "Lie down...I'll bring you whatever you want..." stocking: *breathing heavily* u/////u Kid: *soft kiss on her other cheek, as he covers her with the blanket* "Hold on...I'll bring you water, food..." stocking: warm bathrobe and heating pad, please. Kid: *smiles* "Okay. Be right back..." *Dresses her in the bathrobe before he exits, wearing his own* stocking: .... u/////u mmmm~ *Kid returns with the heating pad, fruit, cupcakes, water, and juice* Kid: "Love..." stocking: *she smiles at him* thanks honey~<3 Kid: *smiles at her, as he removes the wrapping of a cupcake and holds it to her lips* stocking: =///w///= Kid: "You are...beautiful." stocking: thank you kid....you are too. Kid: *blushes* "I hope I wasn't too rough..." *holds a hand to her forehead* stocking: its fine... the whipping injuries will heal... Kid: -\\\\\- "I...got a little into it." stocking: it-*wince* its ok... Kid: *frowns* "I'm sorry..." *pulls a grape loose, holds it to her lips* stocking: *nom* =//n//= *nom nom* Kid: "Stocking...We are getting older..." stocking: yeah, hard to believe... Kid: "And as we get older...we'll have other responsibilities that may prevent us from...this, so often...But I want you to know, no matter what, I will always love you." stocking: *she nods* i love you too kid. always. Kid: *rubs her arms lightly* "..." *stares at her, smiles* -elsewhere- Black Star: "So...Was the movie okay, Tsubaki?" tsubaki: it was great. thank you. *she smiles* Black Star: "You're welcome. I thought the action was great! Even the romance was really good!" tsubaki: *she smiles* Black Star: *walking with her...and his hand brushes hers* tsubaki:....*holds his hand* Black Star: "Hey..." *small squeeze on her hand* "I...like being with you." tsubaki: i like being with you too. Black Star: "Could we do this again sometime? Maybe next weekend?" tsubaki: i would like that. Black Star: "Great! What activity would you like? Whatever you're up for!" -from the roof- subclass: oi, isnt that the girl the boss is lookin' for? Subclass 2: *whistling* "Cutie..." subclass: dude, really? Subclass #2: "Where to? We tailing her to her home?" subclass 3: let her slip by. subclass:....you're still salty about the boss wrecking you in mario party, arent you? subclass 3: your damn right! im motherfuckin high sodium up in here!! Subclass #2: "...But she's so cute!" subclass: the boss wont be pleased with you eyeing her up... he'll probably make you eat a bowl full of spiderwebs Subclass #2: Q_Q "Not again! It's not my fault that I appreciate beauty in all forms!" -elsewhere- Arthur: *exits bathroom* shinra:... *SCREAM* Arthur: "?!!!" shinra: *takes off snickering* Arthur: "...Weirdo..." *keeps walking* tamaki: *gives shinra 5 dollars* shinra: told you i could get him to react! tamaki: whatever, shinra. Arthur: "?!! You're trying to see whether I react when yelled at? What the hell?" tamaki + shinra: *innocent whistling* Arthur: -_- "...I'll just yell at you, Shinra, when you don't expect it..." shinra: sure arthur. Arthur: *pouts at Tamaki* "I don't scream that much, do I?" tamaki:....*mutters* its a cute scream Arthur: o\\\\o "...What?" tamaki: nothing shinra:............. O_____O (thinking: did....did they do it?!) Arthur: -\\\\\- ("...I'm just going to pretend I heard that...") "...You going to be okay tonight?" tamaki: yeah. Arthur: "..." *takes her hand* "You know where to find me..." tamaki: yeah... shinra: O-O;;;;; shinra: arthur may i talk to you alone?? Arthur: "??? Okay..." *starts walking, still holding Tamaki's hand...* tamaki: um... .///. Arthur: "...Oh! Right! Sorry." *lets go of her hand, sheepishly waves as he follows Shinra* shinra: *inhales* ok...i dont know all the details of what went down between you and tamaki, but i suggest you tell the commander as soon as possible. i mean, when i lost my virginity with relan, i told him right away. Arthur: "..." *not even processing Shinra's suggestion about Tamaki and him* "...Hold on. You lost your virginity with Relan? I thought you just cuddled..." shinra: O/////O w-well, there wasnt any butt stuff.....but we kinda....did mutual oral... .//////////////////////. Arthur: "...Oh. Um...TMI." *light bulb as he realizes what Shinra just said* "YOU THINK I SLEPT WITH TAMAKI?!" shinra: did you? n-not that im asking for pervy reasons, cause im totally not, but did you? Arthur: "NO!" shinra: alright alright, i'll give you the benefit of the doubt! -elsewhere- yuuji: so i take it toga is on maternity leave for the next 9 months... Kurogiri: *nods* yuuji: ah. Dabi: o\\\\\o "..." sachi: what's with you? nervous about being a dad? Dabi: "...Everyone has been putting a lot of pressure on me...and threatening to hurt me if I do something wrong..." Kurogiri: *holds his fingers to his own eyes, then to Dabi's, as if to say, "I'm watching you..."* yuuji: ....being a parent's pretty tough... *remembers finding his father's dead body with a gun in his hand* Dabi: "...I didn't want to have a kid. Damn you, penis!" yuuji: looks like karma finally decided to screw you over. Dabi: T_T "I just wanted to screw..." sachi: and look where it got you now. Dabi: "...You up for a shag?" yuuji: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! *ready to punch him in the face* Dabi: "...Sorry. Just the stress talking." sachi:....oi! kurogiri, give him a drink he could use it. Kurogiri: "On it..." Dabi: *shaking* -elsewhere- Relan: *looks nervously at a box* "...I can do this..." mikami: *knocks on his door* relan? a-are you ok>? Relan: "!!!" *hides the box under his bed* "F-Fine!" *nervous smile* mikami: ok...*she walks back to her room* Relan: *nervous smile, then a sigh of relief* "That was a close one, Buttons..." *locks his door, pulls out the box...and there is a dress inside* buttons: *squeak* Relan: "..." *undresses and reaches for the dress...* Relan: *holding his phone, as he looks at himself in the mirror, trying to adjust the dress* -and so- shinra: *looking at his phone* ./////. too cute for words.. Relan: [was it okay?] shinra: [yeah. it looks really good on you.] iris: [how cute!] Relan: [i was really nervous. but you inspired me, shinra, and you are so supportive, iris] iris: [its not a problem. we're here for you, ok?] Relan: [okay. thanks.  ] -elsewhere- Yohei: *kiss on Chie's cheek* "Good night, babe." chie: night honey~ =///= mono:....*sitting on the couch after mostly everyone went to bed* Assi: "...Mono?" mono: !! oh...its just you. Assi: "...Yeah. Just me. Um...You okay?" mono: yeah....could have been better, but alive... Assi: "Can't sleep?" mono: not really.... Assi: "Does watching TV help? Or reading?" mono: nothing to watch... Assi: "...Talk for a bit?" mono:...sure. Assi: "...You're a good cook." mono: thanks.... Assi: "What's your favorite thing to cook?" mono: well, usually anything easy, since i tend to burn most of it... Assi: "Ever made pizza?" mono: i have warmed it up in an oven before. Assi: "Pizza's about the only thing I can make..." mono: ah. -elsewhere- Konro: *slowly walking around the room* kabuki: i see you're beginning to recover. Konro: *smiles* "Yes. I hope to be fine for the festival." kabuki: *he nods* Konro: "Thanks to all of you, especially in the medical division..." *sits again* "You're still up late, Kabuki." kabuki: i enjoy being out at night, it's quite calming. Konro: *nods* "So many stars out...How is the Commander?" kabuki: commander shinmon or commander oubi? Konro: "Shinmon." kabuki: he went to sleep already. Konro: "Good. He will need his rest." *stretches* "I better try to as well. Good night, Kabuki." -elsewhere- Artur: *lying in bed, not sleeping* serina: mr boyle? is everything ok? Arthur: "Hmmm? Sorry, just not able to sleep...Was thinking..." serina: did you want to talk about it? Arthur: "..." *sits up in bed* "Do you ever think about taking a risk, but you're scared how it could change your...relationship with someone?" serina: .....sometimes... Arthur: "...I like Tamaki." serina: oh? she's the girl with pigtails, right? Arthur: *nods* "The one who looks and acts like a cat." serina: ah, i see. i dont know her very well, since we havent spoken a lot. Arthur: *sighs* "She's so confident, just, adamant, stubborn, beautiful..." serina: she certainly is determined. Arthur: "...Do you know how she came to join the 8th?" serina: she was in the 1st brigade before, right? Arthur: *nods* "She then...lost someone important to her. A colleague. A friend..." serina: ..... Arthur: "She wanted to find who did that, to live her life...and she was locked away in the 1st, like a prisoner. She escaped, on her own. She came to us in the 8th, on her own. She survived, lived, and got her freedom, on her own..." serina:...i see. Arthur: "...I don't know how to help her...if she even would want it from me." tamaki: *outside* ..... Arthur: "I don't know...I know I'm pushing her...then I stop. Then I do it again. I'm not doing this right at all." serina: i guess, maybe let her think things over? maybe she'll return your feelings? Arthur: "...I'm worried since there's someone else..." serina: oh? Arthur: "There's a boy named Aoyama who...was close to her while I was...kidnapped." serina: ..... Arthur: "...What if she likes him? There are so many times where I don't think...I'm good enough for her." -elsewhere- Kid: "Zzzzz..." stocking: *asleep next to him* Kid: *holds her in his sleep, dreaming sweet dreams...* stocking: =////w////= Kid: *yawn* *soft hug* -elsewhere- Black Star: *brushing his teeth, spits, exits bathroom* "Hey, Tsubaki? I had a lot of fun today. Thanks." tsubaki: i had fun today too. Black Star: *smiles* "I look forward to the next...date. Um...I'm going to head to bed. Night..." tsubaki: *she smiles*......yeah...it was really enjoyable, im glad i got to do that with him... *she's talking to her brother's picture on the butsudan* -there is no reply…- -elsewhere- Subordinate #2: "Anything happening?" lavender: looks like greed's eve will be placing here in death city later this month. Subordinate #2: "To follow the boss's girl-buddy?" lavender: doubt it. im certain he doesnt even know she exists. but we have orders to attack greed. dont forget our main goal, the girl is secondary here. Subordinate #2: "Fine...Just hope this attack goes well..." lavender: we got weeks to prepare, so relax. Subordinate #2: "...Guess I'm watching some old vids to prep, then. Been procrastinating on that." -elsewhere- Relan: *puts dress away, yawns* "I need sleep...Night, Buttons..." buttons: *sleepy squeak* Relan: *smiles at Buttons, as he lies down in bed...* -elsewhere- Hibana: *cuddles* gabriella: *hugging her and snoozing* zzzz... Hibana: *in her sleep* "Love you..." -elsewhere- Emine: "..." lin: up here again i see. Emine: "It's...more familiar." lin: ah. Emine: "...Can't sleep?" lin: just wanted to see how you were doing. Emine: "...I'm screwed up, aren't I?" lin: ....you have your demons, but dont we all? Emine: "...I'm scared I'm going to get kicked out of this house." lin: after all the trouble they went to to find you, i dont think that's going to happen! Emine: "...After pranking Mono, repeatedly?" lin: well, im sure she'll forgive you...........eventually. Emine: "Any ideas how I can expedite that?" -elsewhere- Yumi: *holding Shiori, rocking her to sleep* lord death: so sweet... Yumi: *holds finger to her lips, as Shiori is about to fall asleep...* lord death: *nods and kisses them both on the forehead* Yumi: -\\\\- lord death: hehe~ Yumi: *looks at Shiori* shiori: zzzzzz. Yumi: *smiles, sets Shiori into her bed* -elsewhere- Spirit: *yawn* sachiko: zzzzz... Spirit: *looks at her sleeping, smiles* ("...I never thought this would happen...") sachiko: *snuggles* Spirit: *holds her, whispers* "I love you, Sachiko." sachiko: *smiles* Spirit: *light kiss on her forehead* sachiko: ^^ Spirit: *cuddles* -elsewhere- ???: "Soul?" soul: *he smiles* hey maka. Maka: *smiles* (She's in an angelic dress) "Hi..." soul: *blushing* you look nice. Maka: -\\\\- "Thanks...I had hoped you would say that." *hugs him* "How are you?" soul: doing well......im going to be visiting my parents later this month... Maka: "Wow...Um...How do you feel about that?" soul: to be honest, nervous as hell.....but i may as well face it sooner or later, right? Maka: *nods* "That's brave of you to even consider it..." *holds his hand* "That's progress." soul: yeah, i want to get stronger....for your sake, and everyone. Maka: *nods* "You are...And you're so close to becoming a Death Scythe." *smiles* "I'm proud of you." soul: yeah... Maka: "..." *leans, offers a small kiss on his cheek* soul: *blush* Maka: *holds his hand* "...How is Wes?" soul: doing good. -elsewhere- Yohei: *filling up a glass of water for Chie* chie: thanks. *rubs her stomach* Yohei: "How are you both doing?" *hands her the glass* chie: im doing well, toru is too. *rubs her stomach* Yohei: *smiles, holds her hand* "You're doing great." chie: *she smiles* Yohei: *whispers to her stomach* "Your baby room is ready, and your family is here when you're ready. We love you." Yohei: *hand along her stomach* -elsewhere- Akitaru: *grumbling as he drags his feet to the bathroom* -elsewhere- ox: see anything harv? Harvar: "Yeah...a Togepi..." ox: -__-;; Harvar: "...Oh. And there's a suspicious creeper walking by those apartments." ox: !!.... you ready? Harvar: *transforms* "Let's do this." ox: *sneaks down to the alleys* Harvar: *in soul resonance* "Dead ahead..." ox:.... *charges for the creature* Creature: *growls, tries to back-hand Ox* ox: hyah! *slashes its arm* Creature: *howls, tries to run down the alley--towards bystanders* ox: *chases after it* Creature: *growls at bystanders* Bystander #1: "Shit!" bystander 2: *activates shield* ox: *jumps and electro jabs it* Creature: *shrieks, as they are electrocuted, stunned into unconsciousness* Bystander #1: *whimpers* ox: .... Harvar: "I don't recognize this creature as being on Death's List..." ox:.... we should get them to safety... Harvar: "Okay...Contact the DWMA to get this creature into confinement..." Bystander #1: *looks at #2* "Th-Thanks...Handy shield..." ox: right... Harvar: *reverts to human form, looking at bystanders* "And I guess contact medical, too. They look shaken up." ox: right. Bystander #1: *shaking* Creature: X____X *unconscious* Harvar: *to Bystander #1* "You okay?" -elsewhere- Meme: "Zzz..." Anya: "Zzz..." -morning- Kid: *yawn* stocking: *yaaaawn* *listening to the rain on the roof* Kid: "Hmmm?" *looks up* "Rain? On a Saturday?" stocking: looks like it. Kid: *yawn* "Did you have anywhere to go today?" stocking: no. Kid: *slow stroke of her cheek* "Still sore?" stocking: im doing better....*phone buzzes* hmm?.......ah. Kid: "??? What is it?" stocking: guess who's dad just signed her up for a class trip for non-human students. this girl. Kid: " 'Class trip for non-human students'? What?" stocking: some kind of support group for students that arent human, like demons, vampires, angels, etc... it's being hosted by the true-cross order. Kid: "It might be helpful." stocking: yeah...and most of them are trying to keep it a secret, so it's just a random class trip to those who dont know. stocking: unfortunately, it also means that pompous asshat known as triple A batteries will be there too... goddamn... Kid: "Ew. Why would they have him involved in a meeting that includes demons?" stocking: like i said, true cross order. but i can always hope he didnt volunteer. Kid: *nods* "I guess go in with an open mind? Your father is looking out for you..." stocking: yeah, he does want me to make friends...*she smiles* Kid: *smiles back* "When's the trip?" stocking: monday. Kid: "I guess time to do some packing today..." stocking: it's just going to be a day trip, but i'll make sure my backpack is packed. Kid: "And pack some treats?" stocking: oh you know it! Kid: *chuckles* "I don't suppose your backpack has infinity space..." *opens his palm, which flickers a bit, as if he is about to summon Beelzebub* stocking: do i look like i inherited time space magic? Kid: *smile* "Yes. Because your heart is so big, it practically extends to infinity..." *smooch* stocking: ok that was smooth. Kid: "Hee hee..." *small hug* "Enjoy this trip." stocking: i will. -in asakusa- shinra: looks like the festival is being pushed back a day due to the rain. Arthur: "That's disappointing." tamaki: so what do we do now? Akitaru: *holds helmet with slips of paper inside* "How about we get y'all to do some activities in teams of two to get to better know each other?" shinra: um... ok. *Everyone reaches in and gets a slip of paper with someone's name on it* tamaki: freakin usada? really? shinra: commander hinawa....great. Takehisa: "What was that, Kusakabe?" shinra: GREAT! *nervous smile* tamaki: too loud! >^< Arthur: "Hmm..." -and so- shinra: *nom nom* Takehisa: "So, you like the meal?" shinra: yes sir! Arthur: (to Maki) "What's your work-out routine?" maki: well you see *she begins to explain* Takehisa: "Then eat more--you need more muscle." shinra: um..thank you sir. Arthur: *eyes widening in shock* "...All that?" maki: mmhmm! Arthur: "Jeez...How are you not exhausted after all that?" Takehisa: "So, how is that boy in the 3rd? Are you treating Iris well?" maki: you'd be amazed. shinra: he's doing good, and yes, we're being good to her. Arthur: "I am! If I do your routine, can I get gorilla-level strength like you?" Takehisa: "That's good...I didn't date much at your age." maki: *choke hold* --# shinra: ah....have you...ever been on a date? Arthur: *gasping* "ACK! WH-WHAT?! GOR-IL-LA IS A C-COMPLIMENT!" Takehisa: *not noticing Maki* "Wh-What?! I've been on plenty of dates! ...My last date was five years ago." shinra: oh really? mind telling me? Takehisa: -\\\\\- "...A classmate. Very smart. But rather cold, distant, and lacking a sense of humor." Arthur: *face turning blue* shinra:...sounds like a perfect match. Takehisa: "Hmph. I prefer to be with someone who complements me. You know, someone charming, funny, maybe a little goofy..." Arthur: *slapping hand along table* "S-Sorry!" shinra: kind of someone like maki then? maki: hmm? Takehisa: o\\\\\\o Arthur: o_____O *gasps* "He likes you..." maki: ....well of course he does, why wouldnt he? shinra: omg. Takehisa: "...DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE?!" maki: o///w///o *maki.exe has stopped responding* Arthur: x_____x Takehisa: "..." *runs away* shinra: commander...i think you broke her. -elsewhere- tamaki: .... Tsukiyo: *peek* "What'cha doin', Kitty Cat?" tamaki: fishin Tsukiyo: *leans closer* "Got a nibble?" tamaki: nothing yet. Tsukiyo: "You know, it's all about bait. What you baiting with?" tamaki: worms. Tsukiyo: "Nightcrawler? 'Cause you need something long, alive, and writhing to really attract the fish..." tamaki: .....what? Tsukiyo: -_-; "...Is the worm on your line attracting their attention or not?" *adjusts her top* " 'Cause sometimes you need to use the bait you got to get the catch you want...The goods..." tamaki: oh my god!! ......you scared it off. Tsukiyo: "...Sorry? Was just telling you about how to attract what you want...Maybe I can make it up to you..." tamaki: do i dare ask? Tsukiyo: *smirk* "You like Arthur, right? Maybe I can help..." tamaki: O////O w-w-wha?! who told you that?! Tsukiyo: "That cute blushing face of yours..." tamaki: *headlock* Tsukiyo: *choked* o_____O "I like getting up to a girls' boobs, but not like this!" tamaki: do you want to die?! Tsukiyo: *shakes her head no, terrified* tamaki:.....*lets go* Tsukiyo: *gasps, falling to the ground* "Jeez...What got into you?!" tamaki: i....i have some anger issues... Tsukiyo: "No kidding...Why get upset about this, though? You know he likes you too...Right?" tamaki: i..i know....its just....complicated... Tsukiyo: "...Hey. Girl to girl, what's the problem? Come one, let me help." tamaki: well.... *she explains the situation* Tsukiyo: "..." *sits a bit closer to Tamaki* "Answer this honestly. If you were on a date with Arthur, would you feel safe?" tamaki:....yes. Tsukiyo: "And this other boy, Aoyama. Would you feel safe on a date with him?" tamaki:...i dont know. i barely know him... Tsukiyo: "So, why don't you take control of this situation: either wait for Arthur to make a move and just be patient, or ask him out yourself." tamaki:....i'll think about it....thanks for the advice, i guess. Tsukiyo: *smiles* "Any time. Girls got to help each other out, right?" tamaki: yeah... *small smile* maybe you arent that bad. Tsukiyo: *holds out hand* tamaki:...*shakes hand* Tsukiyo: *shakes back* "Besides, you're a very attractive young lady with a lot going for you--you'll be fine." *small smirk* "You're very fine." tamaki: dont push your luck. -_-; Tsukiyo: *lets go of her hand, holds up her hands defensively* "Just telling the truth." *wink* -elsewhere- Black Star: *grumbling* "Stupid rain..." tsubaki: ....... Black Star: "??? You okay?" tsubaki: hmm? yeah. Black Star: "..." *holds her hand lightly* "You sure?" tsubaki: yeah... Black Star: *small smile* "You really sure?" tsubaki: yeah.... Black Star: *lets go of her hand* "Okay...You hungry?" tsubaki: yeah. Black Star: "Then I'll whip something up, good and yummy!" *runs into the kitchen* tsubaki: *she smiles and looks out the window* *Rain continues to fall...lightning strikes...A pair of eyes in the distance?* tsubaki: *she doesnt notice the eyes* *Eyes look at her for a moment, then blink shut, as the entity hides away to look at her from another vantage point* Black Star: "Tsubaki! What you want in your noodles?" tsubaki: hmm? maybe i'll gave some curry rice with it? Black Star: "You got it!" *smiles as he preps the curry* *The eyes follow from outside the window* -elsewhere- Hibana: *puts the board game on the table* "Pick your pieces, ladies!" gabriella: i call dibs on the shoe! Rino: "Um..." *picks the wheelbarrow Hibana: "Iris, what're you picking?" -elsewhere- lilac: *taking a walk* Crona: *walking from the other direction, holding an umbrella* lilac: ...*glances* Crona: *looking around...small smile at the rain...then spots Lilac* "..." lilac: !!! *looks away* (thinking: oh no i just saw my own doppelganger am i gonna die? oh no oh no oh no oh no) Crona: "..." *takes a few steps forward* "Um...Like your hair?" lilac: *SCREAMS AND COWERS* Crona: "SCREAMS!* *falls back onto the sidewalk* "Ow..." lilac: *runs* Crona: *gets up, looks at Lilac* "...What was wrong with them? Did I do something?" -elsewhere- lilac: *trying to calm his breathing* Mr. Tsubaki: "Problem?" lilac: !! ah...t-t-tsubaki....i...im ok now...i-i think....*staring at the river* Mr. Tsubaki: "...Pretty, isn't it? How the rain hits the water's surface..." lilac: y-yeah.... *remembering mr tsubaki finding him by the bridge wrapped in a tarp* Mr. Tsubaki: *starts singing* "Meeeeeeeeemories..." lilac: *doesnt say anything* [past!lilac:......... *staring at his desk, which has been vandalized with phrases like 'fucking f*g', 'kill yourself already' 'jump off the roof, sincerely the whole school' etc* ] Mr. Tsubaki: "..." *pats Lilac's back* lilac:....*shuddering* Mr. Tsubaki: "Hey...Come on. Let's get a treat..." lilac:...*hic* o-ok.... Mr. Tsubaki: *keeps a hand on his shoulder as they walk* "Excellent...I was hungry..." lilac:......*shivering* Mr. Tsubaki: "...Maybe you would like a warm drink, too?" lilac:...y-yes please... -elsewhere- Izuku: *walking through hospital corridor* misono:.... Izuku: *stops at Iida's room...knocks* misono: its open Izuku: *opens the door* "Iida?" misono: he was discharged and sent home. Izuku: "...Oh. S-Sorry to interrupt." misono: .....its fine.....i'll be getting discharged later myself... Izuku: "Hey, congratulations!" misono:...t-thanks. Izuku: "...I'm Izuku." misono:.... *ahem* my name is Misono Alisuin. but of course you probably figured from reading my chart. Izuku: *already reading his chart* "Hmm..." *muttering* misono: ?? Izuku: "..." *looks up* "!!! Sorry! I-I didn't mean to invade! I just like...reading..." *replaces chart, nervous smile* "M-May i get you some food?" -elsewhere- Tool: *set up an inflatable kiddie pool in the front yard, lying in it in the rain* "Aaaaaaaah..." mana: seems like you're enjoying yourself. Tool: ^_^ "Yep!" akaderu: *GACHOO* ugh. what a drag... Kepuri: *hands him a tissue* akaderu: thanks... Kepuri: *smiles* Shotaro: "CANNONBALL!" Tool: "??? ... !!! Oh, shi--!!" *BOOM!* -elsewhere- Hibana: -_-; "I thought I would make better business decisions than this, even in a game..." gabriella: well miss harada sure knows what she's doing. nozomi: thank you. Rino: *smirking at Hibana's annoyance* "Congrats, Nozomi!" -elsewhere- Patty: *smiling contently* liz: hey sis. Patty: "Howdy!" *waves happily* "How are you?" liz: im doing good. Patty: *holds up phone, with pic of her, Takeru, and teddy bear* liz: aw, how cute. Patty: *nods* "So happy to do that for him." -elsewhere- Akitaru: "How did the bonding session go, Maki?" maki: it went great! right arthur? Arthur: *hand prints on his neck* -_-; *speaks in gravelly voice* "Sure." maki: ^^ Akitaru: *looks around* "Where are Takehisa and Tamaki?" tamaki: hey. shinra: *knock knock* commander? open up Takehisa: "...He's not in right now. Please come back later?" .\\\\\\\. shinra: .....ok, i'll just take this issue of guns monthly elsewhere. Takehisa: *hand breaks through door and grabs Shinra by his collar* shinra: *SCREAM* Takehisa: "Hand me...the magazine..." Akitaru: "!!! Maki, help me out with this!" *grabs Takehisa's hand* "Let go, buddy..." Arthur: "..." *looks at Tamaki* "Catch anything?" tamaki: just some river fish. shinra: OHGODSAVEMEIDONTWANTTODIELIKETHIS!!! Akitaru: "You're not going to die like this!" *removes Takehisa's grip from Shinra, glares at Takehisa, points--* "NO DINNER FOR YOU TONIGHT, YOUNG MAN!" Arthur: "River fish? Anything worth eating?" shinra: Q~Q Akitaru: *pats Shinra* "It's okay, son. It's okay...Maki, discipline Takehisa." maki: *chop* bad -.- Takehisa: .\\\\\. maki: hmm? you ok? Takehisa: "...I AM FINE." Akitaru: "Tamaki, since Takehisa is grounded, you'll have to do the cooking tonight." shinra: is that really a smart plan? tamaki: -_-; Akitaru: *shrug* "What's the worst that could happen?" tamaki:.......im not going to even merit that with a reply. Akitaru: "...How about I do the cooking instead, okay?" -and so- Arthur: *guzzling water* o____O shinra: OH GOD I THINK MY STOMACH JUST BECAME A FLAME BEING! padma:....*ego bruised* Akitaru: *small burp, smiles* "Tasted fine to me. Thanks, Padma!" padma:...*small smile* Arthur: "T-Tamaki? How was it?" tamaki:....it was good. *eyes watering* Arthur: "Um..." *passes glass of water to her...* -elsewhere- Kid: "Anything else to pick up tomorrow for packing?" stocking: that should be everything. Kid: "..." *holds her hand* "I have something else..." stocking: oh? Kid: *he puts a locket into her hand...* stocking: ahhh *she opens it* *Inside is a photo from the last month, of Kid and Stocking* stocking:....i'll always treasure this kid. Kid: *nods* "I love you." stocking: i love you too~<3 Kid: *hugs* "Enjoy this trip, okay?" stocking: i will. Kid: *pats her back* "Well..." *smiles* -elsewhere- kurome: zzzzz. Kurogiri: *watching baby sleeping* ^^ -elsewhere- Crona: "I'm back..." mami: ah, how was your walk? Crona: "...Odd. Very odd." Crona: *rubbing bottom* mami: oh? Crona: "...I think I met someone who looked like me. Then I fell." mami: are you ok?? Crona: *nods* "Just surprised, that's all." *smiles* -in asakusa- serina: commander oubi, there's a phonecall for you. Akitaru: "??? Thanks." *takes the phone* "Hello?" nozomi: hello commander. Akitaru: "Nozomi! Hey...How are you?" nozomi: fine, but i found some information that you might want to hear. Akitaru: "Oh?" nozomi: do you remember the 8th's first mission? Akitaru: "...Yes." nozomi: what all do you remember? Akitaru: "...The person in flames...was odd. And that red cross..." nozomi: and a company came and took the remains, right? Akitaru: *nods* "Yes...a company from..." nozomi: asakusa, yes. i just thought i should inform you. Akitaru: *nods* "Thank you...Did you find additional information we don't have?" nozomi: sadly no. but i'll keep searching. Akitaru: "Thank you, I appreciate that. How are you doing?" nozomi: i've been fine. Commander tsurumaki is keeping commander hibana in check. Akitaru: "Ha! Glad to hear that! And Iris?" nozomi: she's doing well too....and the others in asakusa? Akitaru: "Super! We had a delicious dinner courtesy of Padma--" Arthur: *groaning in the background* nozomi: *sweatdrop* i see. Akitaru: "...I think we'll all be looking forward to coming home." nozomi: ok. you have fun at the festival then...ok? Akitaru: "Will do! I'll be bringing back souvenirs." -elsewhere- misora: that kotatsu girl....she might be a problem....but then again, who would believe a klutz like her? hehe~ Joker: "Maybe this 'klutz' needs a little accident..." misora: and not her usual kind either *smirks* Joker: "Make it so..." -elsewhere- Tool: "Ouch..." -_-; "I'm gonna kill that brat..." setsuna: is that so~? ^^ *tranquil rage*