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cantillat-moved · 3 years ago

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This is a log of the rendezvous between Altera ( @gemsofchaldea ), Yuuki ( @moonlightmagus ) , Shirou and Saber (myself) for the Berserker Island event. It has been optimized for clearer reading, but it should be noted that every line is a different poster/character. Published under permission for posterity and keeping people updated. Under the readmore due to length. The battle will be shared on a later post.

Sitting on the ground holding Altera’s sword, the young Master has his eyes closed as analyzing the structure – Shirou could sense everything about the weapon, how it had been forged and the eons of years since. Yet he could also sense its corruption, how it was eroding from the inside out, as if winds blowing on the sands of time or as if someone dropped acid on the fabric of its existence. He poured some of mana in his magic circuits, reaching for the damaged parts and feeling its feedback trying to eat away his own circuits, causing him to grit his teeth. He isn’t going to let this stop him from at least trying to find a way to stop its spreading

Meanwhile, his brand new saber was looking at the flashy magecraft. She could sense something happening to her sword, but that was about it. Whatever he was doing still interested her though, the child having a very interested expression as she held a finger up to her lips. She dared not speak though, since that may interrupt him.. Or, she tried not to, but she ended up failing a bit If it's too much effort.. “ Don't hurt yourself for my sake Master ”

Shirou stopped for a moment to dry some sweat from his countenance, a reassuring smile pursed his lips as he looked at her “ I know my limits. I can’t fully repair it but I can at least make it last longer until we find someone else who can. I’ll be ok.”

Altera Larva gave a single nod “Be sure to take a break if you need one.. We're not fighting right now so it'll be okay for the time being.. Well, he was persistent. “ She admired that trait, so she wouldn't do much to stop him. “I'll focus on trying to detect the presence of servants while you fix it..”

“ Some people might come to join us soon, but-- “Shirou projects another copy of the sword, offering it to her “Here, so you won't be empty-handed”

She holds it, though in this form it's with two hands and she's look quite unsure of herself. But when it comes down to it she could probably still put up quite the fight. “Are you able to copy any weapon? “ Altera asked

“Yes, as long I take a good look at them and they are swords I can copy them. They are all hollow on the inside, though.” Shirou replied

Yuuki will have thanked Saber for placing her safely down. A smile full of relief on her face for seeing Shirou safe. She wasn't 100% certain of this new Saber but as long as Shirou trusted them, Yuuki would too. With her Naginata in hand, she'd walk up to them and sigh a sigh of relief. “Shirou, I'm glad we finally caught up to you. Are you hurt anywhere?”

the smile vanished from Shirou’s features “ I’m glad you are safe, Yuuki. Saber. “ he nods greeting them before standing up “ It is a good thing that you are here, can you take a look at this? “ the boy offered the sword he was holding to Saber

Saber could tell from a glance that something was wrong with the sword “ What is that? What caused this?” he looked at the younger Servant “ May I?”

For a moment Altera seemed wary of the two new comers, even lifting her sword for a second, before lowering it. So they were Shirou's allies? Ah.. She nods watching the saber closely now “Go ahead..”

Oh that hurt. He stopped smiling. Yuuki stared at him, her smile also disappearing. “...Are you.. not injured?”

Shirou turns to Altera and explains “This is another Heroic Spirit EMIYA, like the Berserker. But this one is a blacksmith.”

Saber only holds the weapon after the young girl’s permission, closing his eyes as analyzing the structure.

“Apparently the other guy can use Trace On to destroy a weapon.” Shirou elaborated

“That’s some nasty work. “ the Servant commented. It is a good thing this is a divine weapon and Saber has so much mana

Shirou finally addresses to Yuuki “ I’m fine. I avoided fights until I made a new contract.”

Yuuki sort of stands there.” I don't understand.”

“It was very lucky that we weren’t engaged in combat at the time, but I had to keep moving. I’m glad you are fine.” Shirou explains

Saber starts pouring some mana, reaching the crevices of its structure – it was a good thing that the servant could tell more or less how it was supposed to look like originally thanks to his experience, focusing on repairing as much as he could

Yuuki puts her hand to her chest. “I don't understand why you had to make a new contract.. You're.. You're upset with me, aren't you? I-I'm sorry..”

“ I thought that Saber had been taken down. Why else would you summon Mordred and leave me defenseless? So in order to don’t burden Mordred with having to worry about two Masters I did what needed to be done. To be honest right now I’m pissed at myself that I hurt them like that over nothing, but what is done is done. I can apologize and have them kick my ass later” he explained his reasoning.

The female master stiffened, looking over at her Saber before looking down. “ I got separated from Saber, and last I saw him he was fighting. I.. don't know why I summoned Mordred so much as it was a knee jerk reaction. I didn't mean to leave you defenseless, and even told Mordred I don't know why I summoned them.. We fought and I had told them to quickly meet back up with you. “

“ You panicked. It happens. The important part is that you are unharmed. “he spoke as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if he wasn’t affected by the situation. The boy left a sigh “And instead of staying with you this means that Mordred is out there by themselves. You should go after them, without you around their mana will deplete faster. They don’t have independent action you know.” Shirou commented

Yuuki looked down at her hand, she had 2 command seals left. She could summon Mordred, but that would put her down to 1 and she wasn't sure if that's a great idea or not. ” I'll let them know where we are and have them meet up here. We're trying to all meet up to figure out what to do about.. the Berserker form of you, Shirou. “ She said softly, nodding. She did send a mental message to Mordred: 'We're at the Wasteland area, you need to come here so I can continue to supply you mana better. If absolutely necessary I'll use a command seal to summon you. Is everything alright on your end?’

Mordred replied via their connection: “ Can't yet. Will when I can. Don't use a command seal. I'll keep you updated.”

“Are you going to yank them from wherever they are? It can be dangerous for them. “ Shirou voiced his thoughts when Yuuki glanced the command spells “ Yeah. I saw who that guy was. Fighting version of myself is getting old at this point. Still, I feel like it is my responsibility to set things right.”

Yuuki zoned back in at Shirou's words, nodding to someone who wasn't even here. “They told me not to, they're unable to meet up with us but will keep me updated. They sounded fine.. Then again, would she even register if they weren't? Saber and I also ran into him.”

Saber was focusing on fixing the sword, so he couldn’t comment whilst Altera was watching him with wide eyes.

“ He was the one that got the two of you separated? “ Shirou inquired

Yuuki nodded. “Yes, it was shortly after that I ran into an another Enemy Servant.”

“I see. “ Shirou went quiet. The boy had nothing to tell Yuuki, nothing to say. At this point he had closed himself off, only focusing at the task at hand.

Yuuki didn't know how to deal with Shirou acting like this. She tried to smile softly, but it looked more pained than anything. This was her fault, wasn't it? She should have just called for Saber. Why had she called for Mordred?! It's not like they were more important or stronger or anything. She sighed, looking for a place to sit. ..”.Shirou why did you force Caster to stay behind? She wanted to go with you, and was even angry at being left behind.”

Shirou eyes drifted for a moment to watch Saber working, his attention returning to Yuuki when she began speaking to him again “ I didn’t force her, I asked her. Sure, Caster is strong, perhaps one of my strongest Servants. I could probably have done short work of that Berserker with her and Altera with me and the right strategy. “ he admitted that . “ However it was the most solid strategy at the moment. We were all unorganized, without any line of communication with Chaldea which leaves all of us vulnerable. And Na’amah can fly and contact all of the other Masters if needed, having to carry me would only slow her down and make her more vulnerable while moving. I was only planning to scout ahead and have Na’amah joining me later but the circumstances changed. “ his voice was calm and evenly, the cold logic made sense to him. He still had the bow that he made resting close to him by a tree so he wasn't entirely defenseless even now.

Yuuki didn't like how he was sounding, how he felt. Was this island getting to him this badly..? Wouldn't he normally have cared more about how Caster felt? She shook her head. “...I think organization be damned, your safety should have come first... “ She didn't care that he had a weapon near by, she wanted his safety assured, especially since she contributed to him being defenseless. “...You're acting very strange.”

The boy tilted his head as if she was saying a completely foreign concept to him: Shirou had never worried about his safety, not one bit. As long he could keep on fighting, as long he could move then his own safety was insignificant. That has always been like that, long before the current mission “ It’s fine. It wasn’t the first time I had to deal with Servants by myself and might not be the last.”

“ What do you mean? We're all fighting together now, you shouldn't have to fight alone ever. “ Yuuki asked

Shirou merely looks at Yuuki in silence: he shouldn't have had to fight alone in this singularity if it wasn't for her... and still he wasn't angry or upset. he was indifferent

The girl decided it was best to stop there, and just sighed, before going over to Saber and sitting down near him. If she kept it up she was going to start crying.

Shirou was honestly confused why Yuuki was upset: he did the best course of action to attain victory: to secure a base, to have a strong servant exclusively serving a strong master who could support them – and he was under the impression that Yuuki was defenseless – and decided to go scouting to see if he could locate the Grail or find any sort of clue. His safety wasn’t important. As long he could prove useful, he didn’t mind his body would end up ruined or anything of the sort. Or course that he didn’t want to die either, but it was a sacrifice he had always been willing to make, as long he can save everybody it would be fine.

Saber could tell what the boy was thinking but merely focused on fixing the sword. It was much harder than destroying, it was something that might have been forged by the gods themselves. In fact, he was nearing the limit of what he could do

The girl watched Saber, hoping to feel better but she doesn't. She feels terrible, and doesn't know how to fix it. Shirou was alone, its her fault. She took Mordred on accident. She left him alone, and now look at him.. She didn't like this. He was important to her, how could she have done this? “How's it going Saber?”

“Honestly? I won’t be able to fully fix it without a smithy, but it will endure a few uses of her Noble Phantasm. Once or twice, three times tops but it might cause irreparable damage “ Saber assessed the situation.

“ There is only so much you can do without the proper tools, huh? I can keep on projecting copies for as long I have the mana “ Shirou opinionated.

“ Irreparable... So I'm still handicapped aren't I? I'm sorry. I'm not very useful.” Altera lamented

“No , Altera. You are fine “ Shirou gently pats her head “ That guy had an underhanded technique. As long I'm around you won't be without a weapon “

“I can also assist making extra weapons, or any other sword that would fit the situation. You won't be empty-handed. “ Saber offered

Shirou sighed “ That Berserker is a pain in the side, isn't he? “

“ You're fine, Altera-san. “ Yuuki said, nodding a few times. Her voice was a bit soft, unsure of herself. “We will make sure we can defeat him before there is irreparable damage. We will fight together. “

“ I can probably use any weapon.. I don't mind. So thank you both. I promise I'll fight well for you “ Altera told them

Saber offered her weapon back “If the worse come to pass, I believe we may be able to resummon your weapon once we return home. “

“ That's right, the FATE system can record a Servant's Spirit Origin and restore it to its peak condition, right? I don't know a lot about it, but it could work? “ Shirou considered

“ Ah..? I'm going.. Home with all of you? “Altera looks surprised before smiling “ I'll try to make sure I don't break my weapon before then! “

“ If you want to, we are partners now. Would you like to come home with me, Altera? “ Shirou invited while Saber nodded and slicked his hair back, getting ready for the upcoming battle.

She normally had more words, but for today was at a loss. Yuuki just watched, holding her usual smile. “We would be thrilled to have you go home with us.”

A few nods, smile on the small servant's face. She.. Had a feeling that even if they knew what she was they'd still help her. Just like her old Master.

“Welcome aboard, Altera. Let's save the world together” Shirou nodded

Saber contacted to Yuuki, via link : “Are you alright? “

Yuuki replied via Link”: ...I will be, eventually. It just.. it's bothering me how he acting.. I don't understand it. Plus I.. took Mordred on accident. I'm trying to not let it bother me.. allow me to just stay near you please? “

The servant commented via link: “..........This is the kind of person that Emiya Shirou is, this is a side he hides within him. I will stay by your side no matter what happens. “

Yuuki continued via link: “I don't.. I don't like it. I don't want him acting like he isn't worth saving... then again I also showed him that by taking Mordred.. ...I really messed up. I don't know how.. to fix this.. thank you, for being by my side.”

Saber lamented via link: “...You’ll have your heart broken again, Master.” he knew the truth about Emiya Shirou, how he was a twisted individual who knows that salvation wasn’t within his reach: Kiritsugu saved him once, but it was like Tohsaka said – it was a curse.

“...That's what I am afraid of, Saber.” once again Yuuki communicated with him via link

“This boy has set his path to his own destruction and there is nothing you can do, Yuuki. “ Saber informed her with the connection

Via link: “...I'll walk it with him then. So he's not alone. Or at least, what part of it I can walk it with him. “ Yuuki nodded, making up her mind. She wouldn't let him walk alone, not as long as she considered him family. He meant a lot to her, and even though she's making mistakes she's going to do what she can to show him he has friends, that he isn't alone. Because, with her, he never will be.

Saber he watched Yuuki with a melancholic expression. He was the Emiya Shirou who had diverged from the path for a while, but it came back to him. There was only one path for EMIYA

“Are you two okay..?” Altera inquired

“Yes, Altera-san! We are fine. Right, Saber?” Yuuki piped up

If she has to ask for assurance from somebody else that's a no or so Altera concluded

“Don't concern yourself over it “ Saber dismissed

“ I don't know what you are talking among yourselves, but we should either think of a plan of action or go meet our target” Shirou called them out.

“ I'm okay to meet him up front, with the copy you gave me master I can probably fool him and get him to drop his guard.. I think I should be capable of fighting him now “ Altera informed.

“ Emiya. You shouldn’t fight him close combat.” Saber warned the boy

“ I know. I’m a human, I shouldn’t face most regular Servants in combat. I know that there are exceptions, but facing a Berserker is way above my capacities “ the young Master dismissed the Servant’s words

“ That isn’t the only thing that concerns me. Because you share the same soul, continuous exposure to him will cause his memories, techniques and knowledge to flow onto you. That includes his insanity.” Saber elaborated

“ You know I’m aware of that. It happens with Archer and it also happens when I’m around you. You don’t need to remind me, Saber. Him being a Berserker is just the cherry on top.” Shirou reminded the Servant,

“ That means don't unnecessarily exchange blows, Shirou. You and I should provide long range back up. I haven't gotten an update but should we wait for Mordred? “ Yuuki intervened

“ No need. They got their hands full right now fighting by themselves. We should be the ones who come to them, not the other way around. “ Shirou concluded

Yuuki nodded, looking back at Saber before continuing. “You're right, I'm sure no matter what happens, Mordred will be fine. They have to be, right? Saber and Altera-san should be more than sufficient. I'm just.. “ I'm just worried about you having to come to blows with him again, either one of you. “concerned is all.”

“ The situation is dire, but right now we should focus at the task at hand, at our own issues. Worrying about things beyond us is only going to make us lose sight of what should be done, a recipe for disaster. “ Saber commented

“ Saber is right. If you are worried about them, you can go now or focus on what we are about to do. If you get distracted now you might get hurt “ Shirou was curt

Altera nods “ I'm sure they're a strong servant, and if they need help they can ask you.. Oh, sorry let me change.. “ They lifted their sword, almost shakily, but in an instant they were a bright white silhouette, which shifted and grew to an adult

Okay now Yuuki is more distracted by ALTERA BEING AN ADULT?

“ Hm? Is something wrong? “ Altera questioned

Shirou was unfazed “We are ready to go now. I just hope that he didn't have enough time to heal or cause more trouble.”

Yuuki nodded, holding her Naginata tightly. “ I'll be able to assist long range with familiars and some gandr shots. They won't be as effective as he's probably expecting it now, but it's annoying and covering fire.”

Saber commented via link: “You might be ready to heal the boy when necessary”

Yuuki replied via link: “I was thinking the same thing. I'll focus as much on producing mana and healing him when it's all over.”

“ You're zoning out again. “ Altera noted

Yuuki snaps to attention. “No I'm fine!”

“ She does that when using the mental link to talk to one of her Servants. “ Shirou states as a matter of fact and, at his point, don't caring about whatever they may be plotting “ Let's go, he should be that way “ he picks up the improvised bow and started walking. For a brief moment he wished that he had enough mana and knowledge to make arrows like Archer's...

Yuuki rubs her cheek nervously, but she took a few steps forward before paling and stumbling. She was falling instead of walking, she felt like her feet were no longer beneath her, and she wasn't going to be able to stop herself. She wasn't prepared for the sudden drain of her mana. Not that she didn't have enough but it was so shocking and unexpected that it took a toll on her.

Noticing the shift in Yuuki's behavior, Saber stepped forward and supported the Master, holding her “Are you alright?”

Yuuki was grateful for Saber's assistance, shaking her head as she took a ragged breath. “I.. have no idea. Just, all of a sudden it felt like a lot of my mana was just dragged from me without realizing it.. I felt really faint.”

Saber stopped for a moment, surveying “ Do you have more than Mordred and myself in the field? Then perhaps there might be another ongoing fight”

“ Y-yeah, Jekyll came too.. “ Yuuki stammered

“ I see. We should expect more mana drainage then. You better stay back “ Saber adviced

Shirou stopped for a moment to wait for Yuuki, listening to what just had transpired -- he wasn't going to say anything except for the slight frown on his lips before resuming walking

“ I-I can try to check in with them, but if they're fighting.. Maybe the base is in danger? He said he wanted to stay behind. “ Yuuki doesn't know what to do. “ I can't leave you to go fight without me, Saber.”

“ If the base was in danger then Na'amah would have had contacted the boy, or Jekyll would have contacted you. I hate to say it, but he is right: you need to focus at the task at hand, free yourself from unnecessary thoughts, and fight. “ Saber reasoned

Shirou is already in the middle of the vegetation, away from sight, with Altera following him

Yuuki stands up, nodding.” ..Then let's go Saber. If something's wrong, I'll be contacted.”

“ Stay close to me and let me know if you need assistance, Master “ Saber already decided he is going to avoid using her mana if possible, drawing on his own reserves. Mordred and Jekyll might need it more than he does.

#Island Of Madness;; Berserker Event #gemsofchaldea #gemsofchaldea : Foreigner Altera #moonlightmagus #x Emiya : Shirou #x Emiya : Shirou : FGO #x Emiya : Saber #x Emiya : Saber : FGO

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italian-pastry · 5 years ago

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BNHA Kid Headcanons

(For @yourwildflowerbouquet )

KIRIBAKU

-Eijirou had always wanted a lot of kids

-and Katsuki can't say no to his husband

-so there's 5 of them

-(damn 5 whole children)

-their kids call them Papa (Eijirou) and Dad (Katsuki)

-the first one is a girl

-she's just a copy-paste katsuki (personality wise) but with a better attitude

-they were figuring out how to raise kids

-they did pretty well, I think

-Her quirk is Fragmentation (She can make spikes on her body, then shoot them off like missles)

-her name is Mieko (Already Prosperous)

-the second one was a boy

-he ended up much more like Eijirou

-overall a radical little dude

-his quirk is Lavanic (he secretes lava like how Mina secretes acid)

-his name is Akio (Bright Man; Manly; Hero)

-(wow so original)

-the third one was born a male but she's more comfortable identifying as a girl so she's a she and that's that

-suprisingly timid for being raised by Katsuki and Eijirou

-also surprisingly, she still manages to be more like Katsuki whilst being timid

-passionate, stubborn, probably has some sort of complex, etc.

-her quirk is Pressure Blow (she hardens her own skin, but not as strong as Eijirou can, and when it breaks, there's an explosion)

-her name is Hiroki (Bright; Hope)

-the last two are twins

-which really surprised Katsuki

-"wtf why are there two"

-"well, kat, there is such a thing as twins"

-there is a girl and boy

-katsuki was horrified when his mom told him that the girl acted just like he did when he was a baby

-the boy is much more chill

-he just wants to play sports is that such a crime?

-the girl's quirk is Explosion (can send out a burst of energy like an explosion) and the boy's is Implosion (Explosion but in reverse)

-the girl's name is Kana (Powerful) and the boy's name is Tatsuhiro (Dragon, Immense Power)

-they're one big happy family

-Mieko has fully sharp teeth (like Eijirou) and the twins have partially sharp teeth

TODODEKU

-Shouto was worried when Izuku brought up the prospect of having kids

-he didn't want to fuck them up because he had a terrible dad

-"Izuku you didn't have a dad and I wish I didn't have a dad we're gonna fuck up this poor kid"

-Izuku respected his wishes and accepted the fact that they probably wouldn't have kids

-until Shouto had a chat with Natsuo (after Natsu became a dad)

-"Here's how I think of it, little bro; I'm gonna be the best fucking dad to this kid to show Endeavor that no matter how badly he fucked me up, I can still be happy with a better family than he will ever have"

-that certainly changed Shouto's perspective on things

-"oh yeah don't forget to have a good support system and do research on how to raise a kid or idk ask someone with actually good parents ok good luck buddy"

-So Shouto was lile "hey maybe we can try this kid thing out I did research and I'm feeling a bit more confident in my ability to raise a human"

- Izuku: :DD

-So they had a son!

-He's real chill (he's the mom friend and proud of it)

-imagine Shouto's overall chillness, but with Izuku's caring nature

-his quirk is Half-Flurry Half-Firework (he can make snow from one side of his body and sparks from the other)

_his name is Toshi, for obvious reasons

-(All Might cried)

-Izuku was like "look at how well we're doing with our son! Man, we we're worried over nothing!"

-"let's have another"

-"what"

-"you heard me"

-so they had another!

-Poor girl was born with the curse of blue eyes and red/pink hair

-Shouto was happy that she at least got Izuku's freckles to balance it out

-Homegirl is just Izuku minus anxiety

-she'd be unstoppable if she really tried

-her quirk is Thermostat (she can raise or lower the temperature of the air around her)

-her name is Arakan (Worthy One; Hero)

-Izuku: Wow I love our kids and how not screwed up they are :D

-Shouto: one more

-Izuku: wha

-Shouto: Just one more

-So they had one more

-she's a very good girl

-very respectful and sweet

-her quirk is black ice (ice, but black)

-her name is Youdai (Gentle; Shine)

- The kids call their parents Chichi (Izuku) and Daifu (Shouto)

-Sometimes called 'Chi' and 'Dai'

-These kids have 1 (one) grandpa and his name is Toshinori and he's their favorite

-The kids' grandmas are also very popular in this household

TSUYURAKA

-Ochako was pretty excited to have kids

-And tsu wanted them too so it all worked out

-They had a son first!

-he's a sweet boy who loves everyone and has a deep passion for life

-he does fall on the autism spectrum, but he works hard to not let that hold him back

-Tsu and Ochako are very supportive of their boy

-his quirk is Space Boy (He can increase or lower the amount of gravity affecting himself or anything he kicks)

-his name is Takiyo (waterfall)

-fun fact: he has half-n-half hair (half brown half green)

-their second child is a beautiful girl

-she's sisterly and energetic

-she doesn't really "get" hero culture and the desire for that lifestyle

-her quirk is Frog Morph (she can turn into a frog)

-her quirk is pretty plain, but she doesn't care

-her name is Ezumo (Fountain; cloud)

-Ochako and Tsu didn't have another kid for some time for no one reason

-but they did have another!

-he's a wittle itsy bitsy baby boy!

-he has a moon birthmark around his left eye

-AND heterochromia

-(man their kids have alot of half-n-half bastard traits)

His quirk is Orbit (anything he touches starts to orbit around himself)

-His name is Tsuki (Moon), but he's nicknamed Usagi (Rabbit)

- the kids call their moms Haha (Ochako) and Mama (Tsuyu)

-Since Ochako and Tsuyu didn't take each other's last names, their kids have alternating last names

-Takiyo and Tsuki have the Asui last name, and Ezumo has the Uraraka last name

SHINKAMISERO

-Denki and Hanta were the ones most excited to have kids at first, and Hitoshi was like 'cool go nuts I'll help raise them'

-So, biologically, their first kid's parents are Hanta and Denki

-but he's still very close to Hitoshi

-he looks and acts a lot like Hanta

-he's an all around sk8r boi

-his quirk is Electric Tape (basically Hanta's quirk but he can send and harness electricity via his tape)

-His name is Takeo (Warrior)

-one day when he was young, he had a really bad nightmare, and the only one of his dads awake was Hitoshi (since he's an insomniac)

-Hitoshi listened to his boy's rambling, and told him that no matter what monster or villain comes after him, he promises that he'd always protect him

-but one day, some B-tier villains broke into their home while Hanta and Denki were out doing Hero things

-Hitoshi tried to take them down, but they anticipated fighting him and had a strategy to take him down and ended up knocking him out

-when he was woken up by the police, they discovered that Takeo had been taken by the villains

-for five days, the villains had held him for ransom

-and for those five days, Hitoshi worked literally non-stop to try and track down and rescue Takeo

-after those five days, they ended up paying the ransom, and Takeo was returned to the police and his family safely

-except for a large gash on his shoulder he got during the initial break-in

-the whole event deterred Hitoshi from having more kids

-he was very anxious about being there for Takeo, and Hanta and Denki understood that

-so he and his husbands didn't have kids for like 15 years

-at this point, Takeo is a teenager, more independent, and is stronger/can tale care of himself

-Hitoshi feels better now about being able to put his attention elsewhere (focus less on Takeo)

-so he brought up to his husbands "Hey, do ya maybe wanna have another kid?"

-and they were like "omigosh yeah totally yes let us have another child"

-and there were twins!

-one boy and one girl!

-Hitoshi was just as confused as Baku when twins showed up

-"hol' up I only signed up for 1 kid not 2"

-"too bad they're yours"

-"Two for the price of one!" <- that's Hanta

-Biologically speaking, both of them are Hitoshi's, but the boy has Denki's DNA and the girl has Hanta's

-the boy has a resting bitch face and cries a lot

-the girl has resting sad face, but she's actually pretty cool

-the boy's quirk is Electroshock Therapy (mostly like Denki's quirk, except when he shocks you, you're under his control) and the girl's name is Mind Bind (it looks like Deku's Black Whip, except whenever it wraps around someone, they're under her control)

-the boy's name is Masashi (Commander; General) and the girl's name is Maemi (Honest Child)

-it's a bit weird for Takeo to have newborn siblings, but he loves them regardless!

-the kids call their dads Dad (Hitoshi), Pop (Denki), and Dada (Hanta)

AOMINA

-since I HC that Yuuga is graysexual, he didn't really vibe with kids for a while after they were married

-but Mina was totally fine with that!

-"hey it means I can still say fuck in my own house it's cool it's cool"

-although when Mina expressed further interest in kids a bit down the line, Yuuga was like "mmmmokay why not"

-and they had a girl!

-she has pink skin and weird eyes like Mina, but blonde hair and purple eyes like Yuuga!

-she also doesn't have horns

-she's very much like Mina

-she comes off as narcissistic at times, but she just has enough self-confidence for two people

-her quirk is Glo Splash (from one side of her body, she secretes one of the chemicals that make up the liquid in glow sticks, and the other half of her secretes the other chemical. She can mix them together to make it glow!)

-her name is Minako (child of Mina)

-Mina is not allowed to name their children anymore

-so when their son is born, Yuuga named him

-he got pink hair and horns and yellow eyes, but normal skin and normal eyes

-he's oddly very timid and anxious, which gives him a disconnect from the rest of his outgoing family

-his quirk is Lazer Horn (he can shoot lasers like Yuuga's from his horns)

-his name is Yukio (Snow Boy)

-the kids have hyphenated last names (Ashido-Aoyama) as opposed to having only one last name like their parents

-the most fab family has matching names: Yuuga and Yukio, Mina and Minako

-both the kids are fluent in French, and know snippets of English (we stan multilingual families)

-the kids call their parents Père (Yuuga) and Mama (Mina)

HAGOJIROU

-since Tooru was already pregananant when they got married, their first kid was quite a tad older than the majority of their Classmate's kids

-eh it's fine tho

-the first kid was a beautiful girl!

-due to her quirk, she likes to wear bright, complex clothing as to not go unnoticed

-she also makes a point to talk relatively loudly especially when in crowds

-her quirk is Ninja (physically, she is only an outline. She cannot be seen if she is standing still or the person looking for her doesn't know she's there)

-her name is Chieko (child blessed with wisdom)

-they had a second child a few years later on

-a boy!

-his fav hero is Ground Zero (to Mashirao's dismay)

-anyone who says otherwise can catch these hands

-he is also a woman respecter 100% through and through

-he can and will kick ass

-his quirk is Invisishift (he can turn himself invisible)

-kinda plain, but he loves it!

-his name is Ryuji (Dragon Child)

-A couple years after that (7-8 years or so) they had one more kid

-yet another boy!

-he's a lot like his mom (likes pranks, friendly, just a cool dude)

-he has really poofy curly hair

-his quirk is Tail (it's just Mashirao's quirk idk what to tell y'all)

-his name is Taishiro (Ambitious Boy)

-(i JUST learned that he shares his name with Fat Gum that was not planned I promise)

-all the kids can kick ass

-"Martial arts is an excellent form of exercise for children!" <- Mashirao

-the kids call their parents Mum (Tooru) and Pops (Mashirao)

-everyone's last name is Ojirou

MOMOJIROU

-Momo was really excited to have kids when their friends started announcing their pregnancies/having kids

-Baby Fever if you will

-Kyouka also wanted kids, but wasn't as outwardly excited as Momo

-and they had twiiiiiiiins

-also one boy and one girl

-because apparently there can't be same-sex twins in my headcanons

-the girl is more like Kyouka

-kinda punk, wants to be a hero, all that jazz (haha music)

-the boy is more like Momo

-elegant, charismatic, wants to go into Hero Management

-the girl's quirk is Stereo Heart (she has earphone jacks, and can play any sound she's ever heard, plus combinations) and the boy's is Bass Boost (he also has earphone jacks, but he can only alter his heartbeat (increase bass, vibrato, ect.))

-the girl's name is Satoshi (Intelligent History) and the boy's is Utano (Field Of Songs)

-both the kids are musically talented and very smart

-thanks for the great talents, moms!

-the kids call their parents Mom (Kyouka) and Mama (Momo)

-sometimes Kyouka and Momo can't tell which parent the kid is calling for, so they usually both yelling back (or the wrong one)

-it's a whole process to get the attention of the mom you want

-"HEY MOM"

-"YEAH?"

-"NO NOT YOU, MAMA, I SAID M O M"

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sunflowercakemix · 4 years ago

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Chuuya Nakahara x fem/Reader

/ Part 2

Reader P. O. V

,,..... There's waffles in the air, but flour in my hair.... " I sang softly carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzz of the bakery kitchen. The warm vanilla scent embraced me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by the crisp air filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps from the main baking area. I change my singing tune happily as I develop a bounce to my step, my happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to wither away with a loud yell " OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN'!"

A sour thought and expression follow from me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?". I wave my boss away placing tray of cakes on a large table and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scent playing in my nose. "Back to work Y/N!" I tell myself.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar. Trough my fingertips I let my emotions flow, right into the bowl with the mix. I let the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, just to pour it in the mold to shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash registre. I smile softly wishing I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A smile tugs on my warm cheek one more time as I go back to baking with a new tune to my lips to my bosses dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them. The shallow sound following him all the way to large doors to his bosses office.

,,... Boss" the ginger said stepping inside.

,, Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!".

Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, leaned to look at him from his kneeling position from the floor in front of a young blonde girl.

Chuuya quickly bowed ,, My apologies for interrupting you Sir but you quickly requested me to come here"

Mori started getting up from the floor. ,, In fact I did. The situation is rather urgent. Some of our smmuglers have turned out to be in fact another organization stealing from us. They have stolen an impressive amount of our cargo. " He sat at his desk ,, An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market"

Chuuya nodded to this ,, So what's the plan?"

,, You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Understood?"

,, Yes boss! "

,, Good."

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

- || -

,, Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel. ,, Oya, and underground organization? This just might finnaly become interesting." he thought with a smirk.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times as he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

,, These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity. "

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park.

These were also the times I used to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. I was enjoying my peacfull time until an explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They are yelling and pointing to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd away.

,, Fuck no, I'm not dying today!!" was all my shaken up brain could muster.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. ,, GURL get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened. Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the back ally behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst from fear. My hiding spot smelled like shit, but my best hope was that shit was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying ,,Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!!!".

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

,, Damn gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood of his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them being able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one being able to control acid. The Black Lizard was currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much.

Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid.

,, This is the feared Port Mafia?!?" asked the acid controler mockingly. ,, Im surprised you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest making him weaker. The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head ,,Aktagawa?". He didn't get an answer just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, stepped up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots contuied in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees and my mind kept shaking. I heard screams in the far open. I wanted join them in their demonstration of fear but I also felt like I needed to do something to help. Yet I stayed there quvivering.

I shut my numb eyes, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE" I thought

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until I saw body of an unconscious man laying in the beging of the ally way.

,, Someone else will help him.... " I looked around for that someone then another explosion came. ,,Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to the place where I was hiding.

The bangs and thuds continued to bloom all around us. I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could run from here.

He was out cold.

I couldn't just leave him there but neither could I run with him like this , so I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would end soon.

Reared P. O. V

The chaos was finnaly cleared when it was deep in the night. The silence following it even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hidding, I saw police helping the scared or the injured on the streets but avoiding the area of the explosions.

I heard something shuffle next to me I quickly turn to find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort two bule eyes started looking into me.

,, Who the hell are.... You?!?" he snapped through his teeth.

,, Ummm.... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting and staring at me. ,, You better not be... AAGH!!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

,, Oh my god, are you ok?!?" I ask quickly.

He didn't answer.

,, The police is over there they can help you and.. "

,, NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him worried. "He's not dying. Is he?!" I thought. Back at the street the sight seemed to have cleared. I put his arm over my shoulder.

,, What are you doing?!?" he snaps at me.

,, Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay concious!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the wall.

,, Where are you hurt?" I ask. He points to his chest. I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face. ,,Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet over here?" he asks. I lead him to the faucet where he washes what I now notice to be a burn. After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kid I dug up from the drawers.

,, How are you feeling now?"

,, It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies. ,,Thank you.... erghh.. "

,, Y/N"

,, Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. ,, And mind if I ask who are you? " I cautiously break the silence.

He looks back at me,, Im Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara"

,, Nice to meet you then, and one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly need help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak.

,, You don't play around, huh? Don't worry about that my boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips ,,You should worry about you breaking in here"

,, Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

,, What you're a baker?". He winces from pain a little as he speaks.

,, Mhm" I answer ,,Are you sure you are ok?"

A sighs comes out of him ,,I am just... Can you help me with my shirt, I... need to get going"

I sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat. ,,You are sure about this? You don't seem ok"

He fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table ,, I am".

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced ,, Like 100% sure? "

I hear a light chuckle from him ,, 100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

,, It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe. Chuuya"

As I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step I try to sink in the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back. The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

,, A-and that should do it" the doctor said. Soon after that we heard the door open.

,, How are you Chuuya-kun?". I recoginsed the voice and got up.

,, Much better Boss"

He nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

,, Im sorry to be the barer of bad news but I have to tell you that the group got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle"

,, THOSE SONS OF A BITCH" I stumped my fist on the mattress

,, Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will get much more than we have lost"

,, What do you mean?"

,, This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us." he paused to look at me ,, But for that I expect to see you back at work soon"

I nod ,, You will boss"

- || -

I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me weight of a failed mission. It stung even worse than that burn on my chest.

I started looking around the streets of Yokohama thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will ease my sorrows when I get home.

This was the plan until I noticed a broken glass door. Behind it a familiar sighing sillouet tapping her fingers on the registre.

I decided to drown my troubles with something else.

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attacks and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows.

Guess that was preety flavorless for them since they never stayed long to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company. For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were never fun.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

,, Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street.

,, Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,, Hello Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name. ,,Um, hi! What brings you here?"

I ask.

,, I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets.

Light crackles through me. This is my chance. ,,You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this ,,Really?"

,, Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon". I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie. The one boss refused to display.

- || -

Carrying my pride and joy back I find the man sitting at a table looking around.

,, Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him. As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head on my hands. Heart thumping in wait to see his reaction.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks pouring out of her eyes.

,, You really love your job, eh?" I ask. She laughs ,, My, my what gave it away!"

,, Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the cake.

She crooks an eyebrow ,, You really don't miss anything?" she smiles ,, And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide. It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted flowers in my mouth.

,, You.. You made this!? " I ask. Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out. ,, I did. Do you like it?!"

,, It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

The cake soon dissapered from the plate wich her didn't fail to notice.

,, Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer ,, Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me.

Soon she comes back. ,, You know I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat. ,, Really?"

,, Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

I continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

,, By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking."

I choke up a little. ,,I had buissnes there".

Her eyebrow quirks again ,, Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to brush off the conversation I say ,, I'm fine now thank you for asking".

,, You do kinda give me the gangster vibe". I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were.

,, Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

,, It's on the house" Y/N says.

,, Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

,, Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat ,, You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that!"

The room felt warm again with her words I couldn't help but smile myself

,,In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice rings through the room ,, Come again soon!"

#anime #nakahara chuuya #Bungou stray dogs #Chuuya x reader #Chuuya Nakahara x reader #BSD #bsd

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Straightjacket Feeling - Chp.4 (Pearlet) by Scarlet

Tw - mostly just angst in this chapter and a small dose of Viadore. After the next chapter it stops being set in college (finally!)

Chapter 4

Daytona Beach was already abuzz with Spring Breakers when they arrived some seven hours later. It was already dark when Matt pulled the SUV up in front of the hotel. When Jason opened the door he was bombarded by noise from every angle and he groaned a little. He’d half hoped he would get some studying done while he was here but that was looking unlikely. Their hotel had an outdoor pool with a bar next to it and there was loud music blaring from large speakers that people were dancing to. They all exited the car and grabbed their bags before checking in, thankfully Jason, Kurtis and Matt all had separate rooms this time.

‘So we gonna go party or what?’ Matt asked as they headed to their rooms.

‘No, need sleep.’ Jake grumbled, clearly not over his hangover yet.

'He piqued too soon. In fact I think I’m going to call it a night too, how about you Bri?’ Brian squeezed his boyfriend’s hand.

'Yeah I’m pretty beat.’ Bri nodded.

'Me too.’ Kurtis agreed.

'Fucking light weights!’ Matt groaned. 'You’ll come party with me won’t you Jay?’ He beamed at the younger boy, the smile he had so much trouble saying no to.

'I’m really tired Matt.’ Jason pulled a face. Matt widened his eyes and quivered his bottom lip; his fucking puppy dog face, the one he knew Jason couldn’t resist.

'Just one drink?’ He batted his eyes. Jason groaned.

'One drink.’ He repeated. 'Let me get changed first though.’

Suddenly Matt was engulfing him in a huge hug.

'You’re the best.’ Matt spoke into his ear and Jason practically melted. That made it worth it.

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No sooner had Jason changed into a more weather appropriate outfit, because despite being night time it was still hotter in Daytona than it was in New York in the day time, Matt was knocking on his door. He put on a pair of his tightest shorts, the ones that made his ass look incredible, a Pearl Liaison vest top (because he knew Matt loved her) and his old boots. He opened the door and Matt was smiling at him. He too had opted for shorts and a baggy vest top but his was a plain dark green one. He spotted Jason’s shirt straight away.

'Oh god can you get me one of them for graduation?’ He pointed to the queen on Jason’s top, swooning a little. 'I don’t even care that she’s a dude, she is so fucking hot.’

Jason laughed, rolling his eyes.

'Maybe, if you’re good.’

'I’m always good.’ He winked at Jason and started leading him towards the bar by the pool. Matt whispered something in the bartender’s ear whilst Jason was distracted taking in the chaos. It was loud, really loud, and he would bet he and Matt were the only sober ones here. He felt Matt nudge him in the arm and he tore his attention away from the other party goers to see Matt handing him a plastic cup.

'What’s this?’ Jason sniffed it, that familiar smell of battery acid.

'That’s the Violet Kiss.’ He smiled brightly. Jason hadn’t had one of Matt’s secret concoctions since that first night he took him to that party. He took a small sip, he couldn’t deny it was really nice.

'Are you ever going to tell me what’s in it?’ Jason said as he followed Matt over to a free sun lounger where he sat down and Jason sat next to him.

'Maybe one day. But not tonight.’

'What about where you came up with the name?’

'Again, maybe one day, but not tonight.’ Matt had a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at Jason. 'You should take your hair down, you look so much prettier with your hair down.’

Jason’s heart skipped a beat. Did Matt just call him pretty?

'I uhm…’

'Oh don’t start with the uhming again.’ Matt laughed. 'Take your hair down.’

Jason bit his lip and nodded using his free hand to pull his hair and from its bun and let it cascade down his back. He ruffled it a little, Matt was smiling at him.

'Much better.’ He whispered. Jason didn’t know what to make of this. Was Matt hitting on him? He wasn’t even drunk either, which made it all the more confusing.

'Yeah.’ Just stuttered.

'You know, I always meant to talk to you about that night I came to your dorm. You know when Bri came home and outside in the corridor…’

When you kissed me Jason said in his head when Matt trailed off.

'What about it?’ He croaked, were they finally going to talk about it? Had Matt just called him pretty and now he wanted to talk about their kiss?

'Well,’ Matt placed his hand gently on Jason’s leg and Jason felt like a thunderbolt had just shot through his body. 'I’ve never done anything like that before you know? But I just…I can’t explain it. I just had this urge you know? And I knew I should have talked to you about it but it never seemed like the right time. You know sometimes…sometimes I think…’ Matt trailed off and it felt to Jason as though he was leaning closer. Was he going to kiss him again? Had Jason brushed his teeth? His head was spinning but Matt was definitely moving closer. 'Sometimes I think that maybe I’d like to-’

'Oh my god you are like super fucking hot!’ A female voice interrupted them and suddenly a girl was falling down to the sun lounger between Matt and Jason. No, no, no fuck off! Jason screamed internally.

'Why thank you.’ Matt smiled at her, seemingly ignoring Jason was there anymore. Jason wanted to scream at her, he and Matt were just getting somewhere, and finally, she couldn’t have chosen a worse moment.

'I’m Chloe.’ She was clearly drunk and she ran her hand through Matt’s hair. 'And you are fucking gorgeous.’

'I’m Matt and I’m flattered.’ He chuckled a little. 'This is my friend Jason.’ He pointed passed her to Jason but she didn’t look.

'Are you coming to the club? Everyone’s going to the club.’

'Uhm I’m not sure. Are we going to the club Jay?’ He looked at Jason over Chloe’s shoulder. Jason pulled a face and shook his head frantically. Matt half-smiled. 'Sorry, we’ve been driving for two days, maybe tomorrow?’

'Ohhhh come on, we’ll have a really good time.’ She kissed Matt’s neck now, her other hand working its way up Matt’s thigh. He gasped and closed his eyes. Jason clenched his jaw. Fuck this, he wasn’t going to be the third wheel. He especially wasn’t going to sit and watch while the boy he loved hooked up with some drunk bimbo. He got up and stormed away. He briefly looked over his shoulder to see if Matt had noticed but he hadn’t. His eyes were still closed as Chloe continued to work her lips on his neck. He didn’t blame Chloe, Matt was fucking gorgeous, and Jason was surprised there weren’t women lining up down the block for him. But Jason didn’t want to be part of it. He also didn’t want to go back to his room because he would no doubt curl up in bed and cry pathetically. So he went for a walk, and tried to burn the image of Chloe kissing Matt’s neck from his mind.

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The sand was soft under his bare feet. He loved the way he sank into it as he walked, he loved the way it felt between his toes. He loved the feel of the soft sea breeze on his skin. He loved New York but sometimes, Matt missed the beach, a lot.

He could see him sitting down by the shore, his long hair blowing in the wind. He lifted a bottle to his lips and downed it and then made a disgusted noise that made Matt laugh. Jason turned, hearing the noise and he rolled his eyes as he saw Matt closing in on him.

'That was quick, even for you.’ Jason sighed as Matt fell to the sand next to him.

'What was quick?’ Matt took the bottle from Jason, it was whiskey.

'The sex.’

'Where did you get this?’ Matt chuckled taking a sip from it. He saw Jason shrug.

'The bartender was preoccupied with his own bimbo so I swiped it. Seems like a recurring thing down here.’

Matt laughed again.

'So Chloe was a bimbo?’

'Wasn’t she?’ Jason turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

'I don’t know I wasn’t with her long enough to find out. I left after I realised you did a disappearing act.’

Jason’s facial expression turned into more of a frown.

'You didn’t sleep with her?’ He snatched he bottle back from Matt.

'No!’ Matt scoffed. 'I’m not Jake.’

'Oh come on Matt, you might not be Jake but you aren’t exactly a virgin either.’ Jason rolled his eyes and swigged from the bottle, making the disgusted noise again.

'What are you implying?’ Matt frowned now, and if Jason wasn’t mistaken he thought Matt looked a little annoyed.

'Well I mean…we both know you get around.’

'Fuck you!’ Matt spat, taking Jason back. He’d never seen Matt get angry before. 'I don’t know what you think you know about me, but you’re wrong.’

'Oh really?’ Jason knew he should just drop it but he didn’t drink a lot so the alcohol he had consumed had gone straight to his head.

'You know what, I don’t have to explain myself to you. I don’t even know why I bothered to come and find you.’ He stood back up picking up his shoes. 'Just try not to drown yeah?’ He spun around and headed back up the beach. Jason bit his lip feeling bad. He jumped up as quick as he could, grabbing the whiskey and his boots before attempting to run after Matt.

'Matt stop! I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.’

'Yes you did.’ Matt turned back to him. He looked hurt. 'You as good as called me a fucking man whore Jason! Get your facts straight before you go making accusations ok? I thought you were my friend, I thought you got me.’ He turned to leave again but Jason grabbed his shoulder.

'I am your friend! I’m sorry Matt it’s just that from what I’ve seen…you do seem to have a lot of…female company.’

'And that immediately makes me some kind of whore?’ Matt stopped again and folded his arms over his chest. 'Don’t jump to conclusions when you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about it.’

Jason thought he was going to march off again but stayed put, glaring at Jason.

'Well you’ve got to admit it looks a certain kind of way.’

'Yeah well looks can be deceiving.’ Matt sighed unfolding his arms and running his fingers through his hair. 'You wanna know the truth? I’ve only ever slept with two women. I was a chubby kid remember? Girls never looked at me. The first girl I slept with was in freshman year of college and I couldn’t believe my luck that a hot girl wanted me. And the only other girl there has ever been was a long term girlfriend. We met towards the end of freshman year and dated right up until just before I met you. I’m not some kind of whore that just jumps into bed with anyone Jason. In fact I still don’t get why girls are always hanging off of me, because to me, I’m still that fat dorky kid from high school. I don’t see myself the way they see me! So yeah I like the attention, I like when a hot girl throws herself at me because it makes me feel good but I do not sleep with them all. I thought you knew me well enough to know I wasn’t like that but I guess I was wrong.’ A small tear rolled down Matt’s cheek as he turned away from Jason again and started walking away. Jason dropped his shoes and drink to the floor and took off after Matt. He grabbed him by the shoulders when he reached him and turned him to face him and then he didn’t think anymore. He took hold of Matt’s face and he kissed him. It was much more than the small kiss they’d had once before. Jason kissed him hard and bit Matt’s bottom lip to let him know he wanted access and Matt allowed it. Soon after Jason’s tongue was in Matt’s mouth, massaging the older boys tongue, Jason holding his face firmly all the while. Matt was so taken aback by Jason’s surge of confidence his arms just hung limply at his sides as he let Jason take the lead. The kiss lasted several minutes and when it broke they were both panting.

'You are beautiful Matthew. Inside and out. Never, ever let me hear you doubt that.’ Jason told him. Then he picked his stuff up from the sand and walked passed Matt towards the hotel. Matt just stood there frozen to the spot. His heart was hammering in his chest. He’d always had his suspicions that Jason had a crush on him, but of course he never would have said anything because he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. But more worryingly, Matt had always had a suspicion that he too had a crush on Jason. He’d tried to write it off as a phase, he couldn’t be gay could he? But that kiss had actually sent chills down his spine. For the first time in his life Matt had felt truly alive. And he wouldn’t be happy until he had more.

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Jason was avoiding Matt. When he’d woken up the next morning his head had hurt from the whiskey and his one coherent memory of the previous night was grabbing Matt and kissing him. Matt was acting completely normal as if nothing had happened but Jason was a bundle of nerves. Had he ruined their friendship? Was Matt just acting cool because he had to? Maybe when they got back to college Matt was never going to speak to him again.

Jason hadn’t been out drinking with them since that night. He’d spent his nights in his room studying and Matt didn’t even care enough to check on him like he normally would have done. Jason didn’t blame him, it was his own fault. He was starting to wish he’d stayed on campus, then maybe he and Matt would still be friends. On their last day before they started the long drive back tomorrow, Jason and Kurtis headed down to the beach.

'I still can’t believe you just ran off after without seeing what he would say! He probably thinks you regretted it the moment you did, that’s probably why he’s not talking to you.’ Kurtis sighed.

'I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m starting to wish I hadn’t told you.’ Jason groaned. They were looking for a spot on the beach that wasn’t over run with obnoxious college students, somewhere away from the crowds so they could relax for a bit. But they were spotted.

'Jason! Kurtis! Over here!’ It was Bri waving them over. Jason rolled his eyes under his sun glasses. He knew he couldn’t very well pretend he hadn’t seen him. Kurtis shrugged.

'You have to see him at some point. We’ve got to get a ride back with them tomorrow.’

Jason rolled his eyes again and they headed over to the rest of their gang.

'Where the hell have you been hiding?’ Jake playfully punched Jason in the arm. It hurt but Jason hoped Jake didn’t notice.

'Studying.’

'Urgh dork.’ Jake groaned. Jason ignored him. He also tried to ignore Matt who was sat on a towel smoking a cigarette. He was shirtless and his skin was sun kissed and Jason felt a little weak at the sight of his toned abs and tattooed arms. He set his towel out in front of Matt so he didn’t have to look at him and Kurtis set his down next to Jason. Kurtis immediately whipped his own shirt off and laid back on his towel folding his arms under his head and slipping on his headphones. Jake and Roxy were now making out, her straddling him in the middle of a public beach. It made Jason cringe. The Brian’s were playing some kind of game with a ball closer to the water. That left Jason and Matt. Jason wasn’t the kind of guy that revelled in taking his clothes off in public but it was sweltering hot and he’d made the stupid decision to wear a black t-shirt. All the other guys on the beach were shirtless so he tried to not put too much thought into when he stripped it off and folded it neatly before putting it in his bag. He could practically feel Matt’s eyes on the back of his head as he tied his hair back into a bun. He knew he’d have to speak to him eventually, but every time Jason looked at him he went bright red. So he decided to keep looking straight ahead when he spoke.

'Sorry about the other night.’ He spoke so quietly he wasn’t even sure Matt would hear him. There was a long pause and he thought maybe he hadn’t heard him but then Matt spoke.

’S'ok.’

Jason bit his lip. Was that all? Was that really all he got?

'Are we…you know…are we ok?’ He said now still not looking at Matt.

'Yeah why wouldn’t we be? You’re the one that’s making a big deal out of it.’

Jason turned to look at Matt now, pulling his sunglasses onto his head.

'What’s that supposed to mean?’ He frowned.

'I mean, you’re the one that’s been avoiding me. I forgot about it as soon as you walked away.’ Matt still had his sunglasses on so Jason couldn’t tell what he was thinking. But his comment hurt, and if he didn’t know any better he would think that’s why Matt had said it.

'Good, glad that’s settled then.’ Jason spat and turned back around so he didn’t have to look at his asshole friend anymore. Matt bit his lip. He hadn’t meant that, not at all. The truth was he’d thought of nothing but that kiss since. And that scared him but it also annoyed him that Jason was acting this way.

'Whatever.’ Matt scoffed lighting a new cigarette.

'You know what? I’m glad you’re graduating soon. It’ll make avoiding you so much easier.’ Jason shook his head, trying to keep his eyes focused on the Brian’s.

'You don’t mean that.’ Matt’s voice was suddenly so sad and it actually made Jason feel a little bad. For a second. But then he remembered what Matt had just said to him and he thought, good, I’m glad I’ve upset you.

'Oh don’t I?’ Jason turned back round to look at Matt. 'I don’t even know why we’re friends Matt. We have literally nothing in common, and to be quite honest you annoy the fuck out of me sometimes. Most of the time actually.’ Jason wanted Matt to hurt like Matt had hurt him. He couldn’t tell what Matt was thinking.

'You’re the one that kissed me.’ Matt spoke quietly making sure no one else heard.

'Yeah because I felt sorry for you.’ Jason told him. 'And it was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. If I could take it back I would. Let’s just get on with our last day here and then when we get back to campus we can go our separate ways.’

'Fine by me.’

'Fine.’ Jason spat and turned back around. Matt felt tears stinging his eyes. That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He was about to speak again, to tell Jason he was sorry for being an ass and that he wanted things to be ok, more than anything else in the world but there was suddenly a slim, messy haired man approaching them.

'Hi there. I’m so sorry to just come over like this but I saw you across the beach and, I’m sorry to be so forward but I thought you were gorgeous so I just had to come over here.’ He spoke to Jason. Matt wanted to tell this guy to fuck off but Jason spoke.

'Hi, well that’s very nice of you.’ Jason smiled at the stranger. 'I’m Jason.’

'Danny.’ The man held his hand out to shake Jason’s. 'I don’t supposed you’d like to go grab a drink?’

'Bit early isn’t it?’ Matt scoffed. Jason looked at him over his shoulder. He was going to say no to Danny’s offer but Matt had made him have a change of heart.

'Sure, a drink would be great.’ Jason turned his attention back to Danny and heard Matt scoff. Jason stood up and brushed the sand off of him before grabbing his bag. 'Tell Kurtis I’ll see him later.’ He told Matt without looking at him.

'I’m not your fucking secretary.’ Matt replied but Jason wasn’t listening, he’d already started following Danny away. Matt groaned and laid back in the sand. This was his own fault. If he was just honest with Jason about how he felt then maybe that could be the two of them strolling down the beach together. Matt was an idiot. And now he’d probably lost his chance.

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'What was that guys deal?’ Danny asked Jason now they were sat back up by the pool with a drink. Jason sighed, shaking his head.

'I wish I knew. He’s supposed to be my best friend, or so he says.’

'He sounded a little…jealous to me.’ Danny sipped his drink with a small smile. He had a really nice smile Jason thought, just not as nice as Matt’s.

'I don’t think so.’ Jason laughed. 'He’s an idiot, I don’t want to talk about him.’

'Ok.’ Danny smiled. 'Where are you from?’

'Atlanta originally but I’m at college in New York. How about you?’

'I’m from California, Azusa, but I’m at college in Tampa, not too far from here actually.’

Jason wanted to like Danny. He wanted to like Danny because Danny wasn’t Matt. He needed a distraction from Matt, he really didn’t care what it was at this point. So for the second time in as many days, Jason put on his confident hat and leaned in close to Danny and kissed him. It was nothing like kissing Matt. That was probably a good thing. It didn’t feel like a good thing though.

#pearlet #pearl liaison #violet chachki #miss fame #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #adore delano #viadore #angst #scarlet #rpdr fanfiction #straightjacket feeling #m/m au

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guessmonsta · 8 years ago

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Have you done a kuroo x readers first time yet? If so, could I just have some overall hc of kuroo or maybe a scenario where he's being ignored and trys his best to get her attention again? I'm down for litteraly anything kuroo....or Lev....or tsukki

Kuroo’s first time:“__, call me helicase…”“Why?”“‘Cause I really wanna unzip your genes.”

Kuroo rested his head down in between the dip of her hips, idly watching her facial expression go sour. “Tetsurou, that was so bad.” She snorted, propping herself up on her elbows. “Oh c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”“It was so bad you didn’t just turn me off, but you managed to destroy my entire reproductive system. I can feel my uterus failing by the second.” Kuroo couldn’t help but laugh, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend’s words. He knew she was lying through, her red cheeks contradicting her subtle poker face. “Oh please, I know you want me.”“I want you as much as a muscle wants lactic acid.”“Now that’s just mean!” Kuroo snorted, lifting up the hem of her shirt and pressing a soft kiss to her stomach. She smiled at him, her fingers finding their way into his hair and pushing his bangs back. He pressed another kiss and, without warning, blew against her stomach, hard. She screeched, arching her back and attempting to slide away. “You’re seriously giving me a raspberry right now?” “Oh yeah baby, you like that?” He cooed, mock seductively. She giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand. His hands gripped onto her hips to keep her down on the bed as he blew another raspberry against her stomach. Her shrill giggles caused him to laugh himself, breaking his blowing for a moment or two. “You like that, huh?” He continued to watch her with a silly smile. A fond swelling erupted in his chest just watching her, and he swore in that moment he’s never loved anyone more. He took his hands off of her hips, placing them by her head and pulling himself up on her body. He met her face to face, and lowered himself onto his forearms to kiss her lips softly.“I love you…” He muttered through a broken kiss, lowering one of his arms to grab her hand and interlace her fingers with his. “I love you too, Tetsurou.” She replied as she dipped out of the kiss. They kept kissing, his hand slipping away from hers and returning to the hem of her shirt. He tugged at the fabric, fumbling awkwardly as he pulled it over her head and onto the floor. She giggled, sitting up and grabbing his own shirt and pulling it off a little more deftly than he did hers.“God, I can’t even get your shirt off without struggling, how am I gonna manage this thing?” He snorted, fumbling with one of her bra straps between his index finger and thumb. “You might as well put a rubix cube on the back of that thing, goddamn.”“You’re an IB chemistry student yet you don’t know how to take apart some clasps?” She teased. “Honestly, yeah. I’ll deconstruct an atom before I learn how to undo this.” He shrugged, leaning back into her and kissing the junction between her neck and shoulder. He rolled his hips against hers experimentally, and when she sighed in content, he continued. She leaned backwards, unclasping her bra and letting it fall off of her. He went red in the face, his eyes following it as she threw it on the floor.“Goddamn…” He muttered, becoming captivated in her naked chest. “Can you tell I’m a virgin?” He laughed awkwardly. “Oh don’t worry Tetsurou, we’re all virgins here…” She sniffled. “Just wait until I see your dick. I’ll cry.”Kuroo laughed, placing his hands on her bare back and tracing comfortable circles into her shoulder blades.“You wanna take your pants off for me?” He muttered, the words making his cheeks flare redder.“What happened to wanting to unzip my genes?” “Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.” He ran his fingers along her torso and down to the button on her jeans. “Actually, I can’t do this. Please help me.”With a nervous laugh she slid off his lap, and pulled off her jeans, her hands evidently shaking. She was getting nervous now, he could tell. No matter how sarcastic or aloof she acted, he could see straight through whatever facade she put up against him. “It’s ok to be nervous, __.” He muttered, kicking off his joggers easily. “I’m so nervous I could vomit.”“Ok, please don’t.” She stared at him with wide eyes, sitting across from him with crossed legs. “I won’t. I just want you to be comfortable, okay? We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready…” He sighed. “It was an honor just to see your boobs, to be honest.” With that she broke out laughing again, more out of nervousness than hilarity. “Tetsurou, I love you.” “I love you too, __.”The next turn of events had Kuroo’s heart pounding. She pulled off her underwear daintily, although she kept her legs shut. He looked upon her for a moment and licked his lips, his eyes darting between her body and his. He got lost in his thoughts, coming back from them when his eyes met hers. “Yeah um…” He stuttered, grabbing the condom from the nightstand and fumbling with its package. “I’m really nervous, if you can’t tell.” “Are you gonna vomit?”“What?”“Your words, not mine.”“Oh, yeah, right…” He trailed off again, staring at the elastic band of his boxers. “Here goes nothing…” He pulled them down quickly, like he was ripping a bandage. He sighed down at his crotch, hesitantly meeting her eyes. She looked down at his dick, then up to his eyes, then back down to his dick. “Kuroo Tetsurou, you are going to kill me with that thing.” “Wait, can that really happen?”“No, no, but…” She sighed, covering her face with her hands. “It’s scary, Tetsurou…” “Do you wanna stop?” He suggested.“No, I definitely do not want to stop, it’s just that…I’m scared.” She sniffled. “Can I get a hug?”Kuroo smiled setting the condom down on the bed and shuffling over to her. He scooped her up into his arms, letting her nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “I’ll try not to hurt you, okay?”“Damn, you better not hurt me.” She slid away from him, eyeing him up and down and nodded. His smile never faltered as he slipped the condom on, watching her as she crawled on top of his lap. “Do you mind if we do it this way?” She inquired, her eyes never meeting his. She was beet red, her focus solely on his thighs. “Whatever makes you comfortable, baby.”She nodded, gathering up the courage to lift herself up and settle on the tip of his erection. “Fuck…” She whispered into his ear as she lowered herself a bit lower. “Tetsurou, just slam into me. I think its gonna hurt more if I sit here for three hours trying to do it myself.”“You sure?”“I’m sure.”Kuroo sighed, grabbing a hold of her hips with trembling hands. “Ok…” He mumbled. “Three… two… one… blast off!”He pulled her down as quick as her body would let him, and when her hips collided with his, she stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth utterly agape. “Holy shit, fuck, heck…“ She hissed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I don’t know if I should be complaining about how bad it hurts or how upset I am that I’m losing my virginity to a guy who said ‘three two one blast off’ as he put his dick in me.” She whined, regaining her composure as she looked him in the eyes.“I know I’ve said this a lot today but I really love you, Tetsurou.”“Enough to forgive me for saying ‘three two one blast off’?” “Enough to forgive you for anything.” They sat in silence for a moment, the cautious grinding of her hips bubbling up a warm feeling inside of him. Slowly, slowly, she brought herself up on her knees, then lowered herself back down. She started at a steady pace, Kuroo’s hips bucking up to meet hers. Her face was convulsed, out of pain or pleasure, he didn’t know. She was completely focused in her movements, and nothing else. Her hands were tight on his shoulders, using his body as a crutch for hr movements. “Am I doing ok?” She pondered, getting used to her steady pace and increasingly picking up her speed. “You’re doing…” Kuroo wasn’t used to the new wave of pleasure that ran over him, and involuntarily, he moaned. His bit his lip bashfully and nodded. “Wonderful…”“I can’t tell if I hate the feeling of this or love it.” She breathed. “I’m gonna say both.” They fell into another drawn out segment of silence, the only noises in the room were her soft moans, his groans, and the whirring of the furnace. His eyes never left hers as they continued, their heavy breathing in sync. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, making her jolt, suddenly. She sighed, leaning into him as her hips never faltered. He left a bruising trail from one collarbone to the other, then kissed her pulse softly. “__, you’re the only person on earth who will ever make me feel this way.”“Oh yeah?”“Mm…” He moaned out, his hips stuttering as he jerked forward a bit, a louder moan then escaping him. “God, __…” He panted, his fist balling into her hair. “I… I just…” He whined again, a little quieter this time. “You just made me…” Kuroo sat there for a little while longer, watching as she came to a high of her own, her reddened cheeks growing redder as she chanted his name like a prayer, her hips slowly coming to a stop. “Did we just?”“We totally just…”“And I didn’t die?”“Me neither?”“Holy fuck.”Kuroo laughed, glancing down at their hips. “I might just cry, __.” He exhaled, running a hand through sweaty hair. His eyes met hers again, and he had to bite down on his lip to hold back something. “Babe, you know what?”“What?”“You must be RNA, cause you really help me uncoil.”“Really, Tetsurou!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! matchups #haikyuu!! scenarios #kuroo tetsurou

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insideabunker · 8 years ago

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The Support Group: Chapter 3

It was the clicking that woke her. No, not clicking, typing. Then her head throbbed, and suddenly the tapping of fingers across the keyboard might as well have been the sound of gunshots going oFf, or classical percussion being played in a concert hall. As she rolled onto her side she realized that the hard pillow cooling the side of her face was, in fact, the smooth cold of a concrete of the floor. Clarke braced herself with a shaky hand and pushed herself up to sit, groaning as another burst of pain exploded from behind her eyelids, and a wave of nausea washed over her. The typing stopped, and as Clarke struggled to force hear heavy eyelids open, she heard a voice.

“You vomited all over Anya you know.”

Clarke blinked a few times to clear her blurred vision.

“Wh.. What? Where am I?!!”

Her vision finally clear, Clarke was able to take in her surroundings. The room had no windows, and was only dimly lit by fluorescent tubes, giving the space an eerie, slightly greenish glow. From floor to ceiling, the whole of the space was composed of cold, glossy concrete. A modest coffin locker style bed had been built into the left wall, and every remaining surface in the room, was covered in blue prints and schematics. In the far right corder, a semi-circular desk sat, cramped with stacked paperwork, humming electrical equipment, and computer screens. Just being one of these a tuft of dark hair was just visible. Then, the sound of an office chair swiveling and rolling caught Clarks attention, and a pretty, tan skinned girl emerged form behind the desk.

“Whoa, whoa whoa! Relax! You’re safe.”

The girl paused, waiting to make sure that Clarke had calmed down before continuing.

“ I said you vomited. Twice on the helo ride here, and again, all over Anya, when she was helping carry you in. She’s pissed!”

As confused as she was, Clarke felt embarrassment creep over her. Suddenly she felt timid and modest.

“Oh. I’m sorry…”

The dark haired girl shook her head, grinning madly.

“Don’t be! She’s the MOST uptight, pain in the ass. You should've seen the face she made when it happened. Priceless! Anyway, you’ll find this out soon enough, but this place isn’t exactly comedy night at the Apollo. Watching you blow chunks all over Anya while you were unconscious…. Well, that’s pretty much the funniest thing I’ve seen all year.”

Clarke’s cocked an eyebrow and stared at the dark haired girl, mouth slightly agape. She felt as though she had jumped into this conversation mid stride, and understood none of the context critical to it. Where was “this place?” Who the hell was “Anya?” Her expression must have betrayed how utterly lost in she felt, and a spark of realization appeared in the dark haired girls eyes. She leaned forward, extending her hand, and used one leg to roll herself toward Clarke.

“I’m Raven, by the way.”

Watching her pull her chair towards her, Clarke realized that the girl’s other foot was dragging over the floor like a deadweight. When she looked closer, she realized that the girl’s whole leg was strapped tightly in a brace, extending from underneath her foot, to just below the top of her thigh. The girl clearly noticed Clarke staring at the appendage, and she knocked on the metal supports of the brace.

“Nerve damage. No feeling from the mid-thigh down.”

Clarke shook her head, realizing how rude she must seem.

“Sorry! Oh…”

She reach out and grabbed Raven’s still extended hand, shaking it.

“Clarke. I mean… My name is Clarke. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

To her credit Raven smiled generously, shrugging her shoulders.

“It happens. Believe me, I’m used to it.”

Though she knew that Raven had said it to be reassuring, the statement instantly made Clarke feel guilty. For a moment, she shifted her eyes around the room in embarrassment, doing everything she could not to make eye contact. When she finally looked back at Raven, Clarke realized that she’d completely forgotten what should certainly be her primary concern. She still had no idea where she was.

“Raven… Where am I? What is this place?” 

Suddenly, it was Raven’s turn to avoid eye contact. She looked around the room, hesitating to answer before she finally raised a balled fist in front of her mouth, and cleared her throat.

“This is my place. I’d apologize for the mess, but frankly this is how it always looks.:

Raven scooted her chair back behind the desk and and then rolled back minute later with a bottle of water and an aspire.

“Here, take this. You look like you could use it.”

Clarke nodded and took the pill. As soon as she washed it down with a swig from the water bottle, she felt her stomach lurch. Clarke shuddered and let out a sickened moaning sound, grabbing her stomach and lurching forward. Raven immediately rolled back behind the desk, grabbing a small waist bucket and rolling back to place it in front of the sickened girl.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, there blondie. If you’re gonna spew, spew into this.”

Clarke nodded and took the waste bucket in hand, folding it into the crook of her arm. She spit into it, attempting to clear the lingering acidic taste from her mouth, and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

“Thanks. Actually, I think I’ll gonna be ok. I just… I think my stomach is still a little sensitive. What happened to me anyway? Why do I feel like I just woke up on the bad end of a a pub crawl?”

Raven rolled her eyes.

“That’ll be Anya. She likes to go a little heavy on the tranqs. Some people have a bad reaction. Guess you’re just one of the unlucky few.”

Clarke’s eyes widened.

“Wait, tranqs as in tranquilizers? Why was I tranquilized?! Raven, tell me what is going on!”

Rave sighed and wring her hands.

“Look, you remember meeting Kane right?”

Clarke nodded.

“And I’m sure he gave you some big speech about choices, and options, and then offered you some kind of ‘get out of jail free’ card in exchange for joining the organization he worked for. Is that right?”

Clarke nodded again.

“Ok, well… That is where you are. This, is that organization. I mean, not this…”

Raven pointed around the room.

“This, is my bedroom. But, you are in my bedroom, inside the headquarters of the organization he was talking about. You were tranquilized because that is what they do to everybody the first time they bring them here. This is all supposed to be all ‘secret squirrel’ so, they need to make sure they can trust you before they let you get your bearings.

Clarke glanced around.

“And, how did I end up in your bedroom?”

Raven blushed.

“Hey now… Don’t get any ideas. They put you here because you were sick and I, obviously…”

Raven tapped her leg.

“…am not going anywhere anytime soon. They needed someone to watch you to make sure you didn’t aspirate. So, you know… you’re welcome.”

Clarke nodded.

“Well… Thanks I guess… for not letting me drown in a pool of my own vomit.

Raven smiled.

No problem. I mean, hey, I woke up nauseous, in a strange room once too.

Raven’s expression becomes melancholy then, and for a moment there was a lapse in conversation between the two. Finally, Clarke broke the silence.

“So, can you tell me anything else about where I am, or are you being deliberately vague?”

Raven touched the tip of her nose with her index finder to indicate that Clarke had hit the nail on the head.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin the big orientation speech that Kane has planned. Although, I suppose I wouldn’t be breaking the rules if I told you that ‘this place’ is actually an old World War II bunker that was designed to house high ranking members of government. Right now you’re about a mile under ground. Home sweet home. Try to think of it as summer camp, only awful, and buried underneath the Anacostia river.”

Clarke’s eyes widened in realization.

“Wait, the Anacostia river… Are we in D.C?”

Raven realized her slip and turned bright red.

“Nope! Nope! I’ve said way too much as it is. No more questions for the day.”

She spun back around and, once again scooted behind her desk, where she began typing madly. Clarke was about to press her for more information when the heavy, metal door to the room and a slender girl with the highest cheekbones Clarke had ever seen appeared.

“You!”

She pointed at Clarke.

“Follow me!”

Clarke glanced back at Raven who was staring at her mouthing what appeared to be, “That’s Anya.”

Clarke gulped. She turned back to the slender woman standing in the doorway, who was glaring daggers at her.

“Up! Now! I don’t have all day!”

Clarke was on her feet in an instant and following Anya out the door of the room. As they entered the corridor outside she though she could barely make out the fair sound of Raven shouting tidings of good luck to her.

Clarke trailed behind Anya down the domed, reinforced corridors, and up several flights of stairs before reaching a doorway marked “GALLERY.” Like everything els win the corridor, the door was constructed from heavy steel, and in place of a handle there was a keypad, something one might see on an old payphone. Anya punched in a code quickly, and a metal slat on the door rolled open, revealing a small screen. The screen lit, and Anya leaned forward as green scanner beams combed over her face. Then a loud clanking rang out as the door unlocked, swinging forward slightly. Anya pushed it the rest of the way and pointed a finger into the darkness beyond it.

“In.”

Clarke hesitated. She was more then a little worried what lay waiting for her beyond the door, and had no desire to find out. In spite of herself, Clarke too a cautious step forward, and watched as Anya’s eyes narrowed.

“Come on, Blondie! I don’t have all day!”

She grabbed Clarke’s arm and yanked her towards the entrance, pushing her the rest of the way in, before shoving the door closed behind her. It took Clarke’s eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light in the room. She could tell she was in some kind of medium sized amphitheater, but it appeared to blu lit only by strips of emergency lights, located below each row of seats.

“Hey!”

Clarke looked down toward the bottom of the theater and saw a tiny cluster of people gathered in the first few rows.

“Hey! Down here!”

“Shhh!”

A second voice scolded the first.

“What’s the matter with you! We have no idea who that is! How do you know they are here to help?”

A third voice rang out.

“Maybe, it’s another recruit.”

Clarke could hear the sounds of shoving and arguing going on bellow her. Slowly, she made her way down the amphitheater steps, using the metal railing for guidance. Finally, she reached the group of people at the bottom, and tried to do a quick head count. Eighty, maybe nine people were lounging between the first two rows of seats. Clarke tried to make out their faces but it was too dark to see much of anything. The sound of hushed arguing continued, growing more intense until suddenly, bright light flooded the room. The entire group squint and groaned.

It took a moment for Clarke’s eyes to adjust, but when they did the first thing she recognized was the man standing on in the circular floor of the amphitheater. There, dressed in the same black suit, was Kane.

“Everyone, please, take a seat.”

Clarke sat, looking around at her companions. There were eight people surrounding her. All of them appeared to be in their twenties, though some were decidedly younger looking than others. The oldest amongst them was a tall, powerfully built young man with curly hair, tan skin, and a smattering of freckles. Next to him was a broad gentleman with dark skin. His hair was cut in the kind of high fade that, to Clarke, seem a clear indication that he had a military background. Just behind the second boy, sat a third, his slender build and curved shoulders slumped in guarded disinterest. He had delicate features, with a slightly curved nose, and hair down to his cheek. Up and to the right of this young man, two girls sat, staring around the room contemptuously. One had dirty blonde hair and fair skin, the other was raven headed, with olive skin and a round face. Just in front of them were two more you more young men, the youngest looking of the group. They sat close together, whispering to one another discreetly, and exchanging suspicious looks. One was tall and skinny, with a messy dark hair, and a hint of a goatee. The other was a shorter, asian boy, with graceful cheekbones and dark, soulful eyes that seemed to give him a permanently thoughtful look. Just to their side, sitting bolt upright, was a short serious looking young man, with the caramel colored skin, and a scruffy beard.

Clarke looked back down at the young man with the curly hair, who had just begun speaking.

“Hey, man! Some of us wanna know what’s going on here. You wanna tell me why I woke up in a bunker this morning?”

Kane nodded.

“A fair question Mr. Blake. By now, I am sure you are all wondering where you are and what you’re doing here. I can assure you, everything is about to become clear. To answer Mr. Blake’s question, each one of you was scouted, studied and suggested for recruitment by a senior members of our organization. You are all here for two reasons. First, each one of you is here because you had no other choice.”

Clarke was reminded of the conversation with Kane back in her jail cell. What kind of people could these other eight individuals be if they had all been brought here under the same premise?

“Secondly, each one of you posses unique talents that have been deemed essential to the mission of this organization.”

The curly haired boy spoke up again.

“And what is so essential about all of us, exactly?”

Kane smiled at the boy and then waved his hand towards a media booth at the top of the amphitheater.

“”Queue the screen please!”

The lights dimmed again, and the beam of a projected shone down form above them. A picture of the curly haired boy’s face filled the screen at the front of the amphitheater, and next to it, a dossier style breakdown of his person. Kane began reciting information off hand.

“Bellamy Augeus Blake: Age 28. Parents: Aurora Blake, no father listed. Mother: deceased. One sister: living. Three time national AAU youth champion in Taekwondo, two time finalist east coast regional junior championships in Brazilian jiujitsu. Black belts: Taekwondo, Brazilian jiujitsu, aikido. Three years at Hargrave Military Academy, attended full scholarship. Dropped out after your mothers death. Full legal guardianship of younger sister at 17. GED at 18, Baltimore Police Academy at 20, SWAT Platoon B at 23. Training in hostage recovery & crisis negotiations. All the best weapons training and CQB schools AND… you managed to raise you little sister and help put her through four years of George Washington University, where she had a partial gymnastics scholarship. Very impressive Mr. Blake.”

The projector clicked again and now the dark skinned boys face light up the screen. Kane continued.

“Wells Coté Jaha: Age 27. Parents, Mariam Jaha née Coté and Thelonious Jaha. Mother: deceased. Father: living; General, U.S. Air Force. Six total appearances world youth chess championships, two under 8, one under 10, one under 12, two under 14. Ten years gymnastics, two regional youth championship appearances. Four years Episcopal High school, Alexandria Virginia. Four years deans list. Four years boy’s variety crew, captain senior year, national title senior year. College: West Point. Intelligence officer training, pathfinders, SERE school, Ranger school, Defense Language Institute. Oh… and you’re fluent in five languages, including Arabic and Russian.”

The screen clicked again, and now the two younger looking boys appeared on the screen. Kane looked over to where they were sitting.

“Monty Green and Jasper Jordan, our most junior recruits. Juniors at Galileo Academy of Science and Technology when you hacked the central database for the city of San Francisco. Two years probation each. Both attended Stanford. Multiple infractions from your university for distribution of synthetic drugs. Both arrested one months ago, for hacking the mainframe of the national security agency. Both facing life in prison before you turn 21.”

The screen clicked again, and this time it was the slender boy form the front row on the screen.

“John Murphy. Parents: Both deceased. Juvenile record…” Here Kane paused. “Extensive.” Profession: Master thief. Suspected in over 50 major thefts with no arrests. Known affiliations with over ten major crime rings. Indicated in what is perhaps the largest art heist in Chicago history, but with no evidence leading to arrest. Skills: lock-picking, safe cracking, repelling, discreet infiltration.”

Kane continued until they had covered everyone in the room accept for Clarke. The two girls, Harper and Emori, had been a communications specialist, and a con artist/renowned pickpocket respectively. The boy with the scruff beard, Miller, had been a weapons expert. When her information flashed onto the screen Kane paused and looked up at her. From the front row she could hear the curly hair, who she know knew to be Bellamy whistle. Wells, the young man sitting next to him, immediately elbowed him in the ribs, giving him a stern glare. Kane cleared his throat, and shot both young a stern scowl.

“And… Last but not least Clarke Griffin, our medical expert.” Kane proceeded to begin giving her biographical information. When he began covering her education, Clarke could hear Bellamy mumble something along the lines of “rich girl” from the front row. Kane signaled to the booth again, and the lights were brought back up. He looked around the room and took a few steps forward, making sure to look each and every one of the nine people in front of his in the eyes.

“Recruits, this organization is one which handles the discreet collection of sensitive information and the neutralization of critical threats.”

John Murphy leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him, and smirked.

“So, this is like the CIA? Is that what you’re saying?”

Kane gave the faintest of smiles.

“Not exactly. You see, if this were the CIA, the government would keep a detailed personnel record on each of you. You’d have files, and a paper trail, and information about you saved in every major government system there is. Now, if this were any other organization that would be fine. However, the people who are administrative in control of our organization need, shall we say, a higher level of plausible deniability when it comes to our activities. For example, let’s say that a military dictator comes to power in a small, Eastern Europe nation. Our government want him deposed, but he is beloved by his nation, which also happens to be our ally. Additionally, the U.S. has active military installations in said nation. We could openly support a coup, but that could loose us our allegiance with the nation in question, and potentially puts our military personnel at risk. Similarly, we could use some of our more traditional, clandestine services to try and assassinate him, but if our personnel are caught, the result is the same. It is in situations such as this, that the United States turns to our organization. Our operatives have no identities, no citizenship, no paper trails, and cannot be linked to any government. We are ghosts, and it is with that in mind, that as of 0800 this morning, all of you ceased to exist.”

The last sentence threw the room into chaos. Frantic questions rang out from the eight young people gathered in the amphitheater stands, and Kane waited for them to calm before continuing. He explained that their deaths has been faked, and their friends and family now believed them to be gone forever. Clarke was informed that the helicopter she had supposedly been transported to her military commission in had experienced mechanical failure, crashing into Lake Constance near the Alps. Unsurprisingly, no personnel had been recovered. Similar scenarios had been used to cover up all of their disappearances. Kane patiently detailed each one to the frantic and furious you people, though Clarke barely caught a word he was saying. She was too busy starring at the figure who had just appeared behind him.

There, in the shadows just off the amphitheater floor stood a beautiful, athletic looking girl with vary brown hair and piercing green eyes. Clarke remembered thought eyes. Those were the eyes that had stared at her through the darkness, during her brief moment of consciousness, proceeding her arrival in this facility. The girl walked forward, tapping Kane on the shoulder and whispering something in his ear. Kane nodded and looked back out over the nine people in the audience.

“It looks like they’re ready to receive you now. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first day of you new lives. Welcome, to the support group.”

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In 1986, 31 years before the Tory conference set up camp to bury Theresa May alive in its industrial shell, the G-Mex centre in Manchester hosted the Festival of the Tenth Summer. Commemorating the Sex Pistols’ 1976 date at the Lesser Free Trade Hall, the unofficial starter-gun of punk parochialisation, top billing was shared between a royal flush of local heroes: the Smiths, New Order, A Certain Ratio and The Fall. The audience wore a detailed array of micro-tribal uniforms in their honour – tattered Levi’s, national health specs, secondhand car coats, Adidas Gazelles, flicks, quiffs, short back and sides – through which you could identify their record collections, drinking habits, library cards, football clubs and sex drives. All the important stuff.

I was a tatty 15-year-old south Manchester schoolboy at the time, looking among the glorious rabble for an identity that might fit. A couple of mates and I hung around outside in Nike cagoules, breathing in the solemnly euphoric, superior air of northern style, flecked back then with the scent of Breaker lager, Benson & Hedges, Paco Rabanne and deadheaded flower arrangements plucked from the beds of Whitworth Park to slip into back pockets, just like Morrissey. We identified songs by reverberating bass lines and cheer alone. Piling out late into the night, every man looked amazing, in his own tastefully wonky way.

Model and musician Karen Elson in a 2005 image from North: Fashioning Identity. Photograph: Elaine Constantine

In the narky breeze before Madchester’s acid reign, a particular hotbed of northern style subcultures found their forum. It was the first time I had consciously clocked the parochial wardrobe rhythms of the fiercely proud men of my hometown. Everyone who cares about the way northern men dress has their own Damascene equivalent of that afternoon spent sloped on the G-Mex forecourt. If I had been 16 a decade later, no doubt Oasis at Maine Road or DJ Harvey’s first set at the Electric Chair would have provided a similar contrapuntal menswear touchstone of Clark’s Wallabees, 6876 macs and Carhartt workpants. Ten years earlier, it would have been a skinny old-school tie, bleach and pin badges, the Buzzcocks or Magazine at the Russell Club, or a pair of voluminous pleated slacks to accommodate a fleet-footed whizz around the final hours of the Twisted Wheel. Twenty and it might have been something a little snugger and more sartorial at a Salford matinee of A Taste of Honey.

North has opened up an old north/south divide conversation

“When you say northern style to people, they know what you mean straight away,’ says Lou Stoppard, co-curator of the exhibition North: Fashioning Identity, which opens at Somerset House in London this week. “When you say it, they see it, like Paris or Rio.” The exhibition was a word-of-mouth sensation when it opened at Liverpool’s Open Eye gallery last year, attracting over 30,000 visitors. Its shift to the capital is a pleasing reflection of the way British menswear has so often travelled, historically, from a defining moment in the north to the mass market of the south, then out into the world.

Harry in Newcastle, from North: Fashioning Identity. Photograph: Kuba Ryniewicz

North has opened up an old north/south divide conversation – and not just in northern men around the snugs of local boozers. Stoppard and her co-curator, Adam Murray, who once ran the brilliantly titled free publishing initiative Preston Is My Paris, have been tireless in their research in order to deploy and display all that is beautiful and special about the north’s instinctive, often contrary, feel for fashion and its consequential influence on a global fashion stage. They have consciously avoided the potholes of cliche. It is a clever dissection of the influence and repercussions northern style has had on the wider world, taking its pick of original and found work from photographers, stylists and designers whose talent is interwoven with their regional identity. The exhibition feels intelligent, celebratory and in love with its subject matter.

This being the north, little sportswear touches were everywhere, mostly worn on the least sporting

As well it might. Northern style has always rested in its specificity, no matter what individual shapes it might be taking in any given season. The devil is always in the detail. Those details travel. The beauty of northern style is that it all happens a long way away from London, where the industry of fashion can force a persuasive, strict, business-like hand over the divisions of elegance, where those with money are assumed to have more taste than those without. The weather helps counterbalance matters a little. You need clothes up there.

The northern sartorial spectrum on that bracing, sunny afternoon of the Festival of the Tenth Summer ran a particularly pleasing gamut. Northern style often comes twinned with northern poetry, two branches of the same blossoming strain of self-expression. The locally renowned men of words you looked up to seemed to accept their responsibility to look good off page, too. On one hand, the toweringly handsome Membranes singer and part time music writer John Robb’s psychobilly get-up, which looked like a sharper sartorial cousin of everything Malcolm McClaren had achieved with his punk darlings down south. On the other, Paul Morley’s delightfully pretentious fondness for an intellectual Japanese roll neck and horn-rimmed specs, which couldn’t have looked further from it.

Pink lipstick, 1983, from North: Fashioning Identity. Photograph: Tom Wood

Back on that euphoric night in ’86, ecstasy was still a couple of years from changing the night-time shape of the city. New Order were yet to record Technique. Happy Mondays hadn’t celebrated the city’s predisposition for a Loose Fit. The druggiest looks on stage were Mark E Smith’s cantankerous, amphetamine-fuelled Bullseye dad and the hooded lids of Andy Rourke’s conspicuous smack habit, both recognisable northern archetypes of that moment. There were chaps in camel coloured Marks & Sparks cardigans with flat-tops from Dave the Demon Barber on Tib Street. Men feeling their way out of their outre gothic signifiers into something more tastefully arch, perhaps a paisley shirt and a couple of ladies’ bangles. Or Chameleons fans, as we liked to call them.

“Scally” was still a high-water mark conflagration of aggro, humour and pure style, a largely scouse convention. But plenty of those men traipsing in and out of the G-Mex knew their way around the bedrock tropes of the high-end terrace bloke, heritage British brands such as Barbour or Aquascutum and elite Europeans such as CP Company and Stone Island. This being the north, little sportswear touches were everywhere, mostly worn on the least sporting.

Now has never been a better moment to consider the kernel of northern pride and its most obvious physical manifestation

The lifespan of the exhibition has weathered either side of the Brexit vote, arriving in London opportunely when the north/south divide has rarely been at such an optimum brokerage. Because of the shadow Westminster casts over the city, the capital never looks uncooler than under a Tory government. The most famous exponent of the most iconoclastic living London designer, Vivienne Westwood, is Theresa May. North is a reminder of the spirit that informed punk’s queen couturier when Viv was growing up in Tintwistle and had nothing to lean on but her imagination, curiosity and taste. That’s all style really takes.

Every northerner knows that glorious moment when you realise we look and act differently from everybody else and that’s OK. Northern style is the quintessence of the British identity makeup. It is what’s outside that counts. I left North with the same odd, distinct feeling of personal optimism I left the G-Mex steps three decades earlier, to get a 109 bus home along Princess Parkway, amid the mass swell of misfits and ne’er-do-wells that owned northern style then. Now has never been a better moment to consider the kernel of northern pride and its most obvious physical manifestation: what we wear, how we look; that centre of Englishness that blows its own horn loudest because, if we don’t, no one else will.

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