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jadekitty777 · 5 years ago

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Umbrella

@chiherah drew the cutest Fair Game sketch of Clover and Qrow sharing an umbrella at my request. And thus, I got inspired.

Rating: K+

Pairing: Qrow/Clover

Word Count: 1900

Ao3 Link: Umbrella

Summary: It’s pouring out and Qrow has no umbrella. Luckily, the cute, new guy at the apartment complex is willing to share his. [Modern AU]

Qrow liked to think of his mornings as chaotically organized.

That is to say that he got up at 6:40 sharp every morning, spent 5 minutes on downing a burning cup of instant coffee, 12 minutes on his bathroom routine, and was out the lobby doors of the apartment complex by 7:02 to catch the 7:10 bus that was two blocks away. He had it down to an art, always was on time without failure every day; and though he’d probably benefit from turning his clock back even five minutes to avoid rush, why change something that wasn’t broken?

Problem was, being so precise with his schedule didn’t leave for any opportunity to make last minute adjustments. Like, for example, grabbing an umbrella. Or a coat.

Qrow stood in the foyer that acted as a go-between to the lobby and the outside world, sourly staring at the sheets of rain coming down in thick torrents from the sky. As he pulled out his phone, hoping by some miracle he had three minutes to spare, he stepped aside as he heard the door open behind him to get out of the way of whomever it was.

7:02 AM laughed back at him.

“Shit.” He grumbled.

“Everything alright?”

He jumped, looking over to the person who’d joined him in the foyer. Brunette hair, teal eyes, and an easy-going smile greeted him in return. He instantly recognized him as the new guy who’d taken Maria Calavera’s old apartment when she’d moved out into assisted living earlier on this month (A fact he was a bit salty about – he liked that old codger). Qrow also happened to already know his name because, by habit one day, he went to go get Maria’s mail for her and found a new name etched on the box: Clover Ebi.

He’d caught a few glances of him in passing, but this was his first up-close contact and the realization hit him hard over how unforgivably handsome he was.

“Uh, yeah.” He avoided his gaze when he realized he was staring. “Just, forgot it was going to rain, is all.”

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.”

Qrow snorted. “Buddy, that’s my middle name. Anyways, see ya.” He offered him a wave before walking into the storm. He ducked his head as the rain instantly assaulted him, feeling cold spikes hit along the back of his neck and exposed arms. He sighed, crossing his arms and hunching over as he started his miserable walk to the bus stop, knowing he was going to be drenched by the time he got there.

Or so he thought, until a shadow fell over him, the rain blocked from above.

“You know, I had thought you were going to go back up and grab a coat at least. You’ll catch your death of cold going out like that.”

He tilted his head up, spotting the turquoise umbrella with little, happy aquatic creatures patterned along it, then to the one who had offered it. “Don’t have time. I’ll miss the bus.”

Clover’s smile hadn’t faltered, even as he was pelted by the rain. “Where ya headed? I’ll walk you there.”

Despite the chill in the air, he could feel heat creeping up his neck. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?”

Wow, real grateful. Good job Qrow. A+ social skills.

But if it offended the other, he didn’t show it, stepping closer so he could hide under the umbrella as well. “Actually, I’m running early. I don’t mind, really.”

“I uh, well, sure, thanks.” He said articulately, his sociability surely continuing to impress.

“Lead the way.” As they started down the street, shoulders nearly touching, he offered. “I’m Clover, by the way.”

“Qrow.” He replied. With his profile now in his sight-line, it made him realize his left ear was pierced, a little silver shamrock twinkling there. Huh, cute. “Soo,” He drawled, feigning obliviousness, “You just moved in, didn’t you?”

“Yep, all the way from Montana.” Clover replied.

“Montana?” He felt his eyebrows shoot towards his hairline, easily picturing lush forests and grand mountain ranges and snow fall ten feet deep. He had to wonder if the guy also had a deer head mounted on the wall and a bearskin rug in his living room. “That’s quite a move. Why’d you come out all this way? It not like Wilmington is the Los Angeles of North Carolina.”

Clover laughed. It was a very nice sound that had Qrow’s heart pattering harder than the rain along their nylon shelter. “That’s an interesting way of putting it. Honestly though? The beach.”

“Okay, fair.” He conceded. Wrightsville Beach was less than an hour away from here, and was the one of the east coast’s most beautiful tourist attractions for a reason. The stunning, deep blue water and wide sandy banks were easy attractions to an appreciative eye and had a calming effect on the soul. Back during his more insomniac years in Uni, Qrow would oftentimes head down there just to capture the sunrises on his easel.

“I’ve always loved the sea, so when my job offered a relocation opportunity out here, I knew I’d be stupid not to take it.” Clover continued. “Kind of hoping for some time off to rent a boat, maybe do some fishing.”

Well, now the aquatic creatures above them made more sense.

Qrow stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to keep them warm. “You fish?”

“I know, it’s about the most boring thing you’ve ever heard, right?” He joked.

He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, focusing more on the cracks in the concrete as he hesitantly admitted, “Actually, I uh, I bird watch.”

Immediately as the words flew out of his mouth, he regretted them. Of all the things he could have said! What was he thinking, telling this cute guy about his dumb, weird hobby? Now, he probably thought he was about as drab as a broken lamp.

“Really?”

…So then why did he sound so awestruck?

Qrow swallowed his nerves. “Yeah, my parents were ornithologists and they were a little obsessed with their work. It’s why they named me and my sis after birds. Raven hated it.” He did another shoulder roll, feeling that blush creeping up on him again. “But my parents were always so fascinated and one day I decided I wanted to try and see what was so special about ‘em and well, I didn’t care for all the science and stuff, but I liked watching them fly and build nests. I even learned how to do a few calls.”

“Really?” Clover’s eyes widened. “Can I hear one?”

“What? No!” Now he was positive the blush was on his face.

“I won’t laugh, I promise.”

He just shook his head even more vehemently.

“Alright, then I guess I’ll just have to improvise.”

What?

Clover cupped a hand over his mouth, took a deep breath, and then let out a series of loud squawks. “Caw-caw! Caw-caw!”

Qrow watched him a moment, briefly flabbergasted, and then just started to laugh. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Bird-calling.” He replied innocently.

“That is not bird calling.”

“Well then,” He lent forward in the small space the umbrella offered, his smile coy. “Guess I got to learn from the master.”

Yep. He was red a tomato, for sure. “Alright, jeez, you swindler. I’ll do one.” Ignoring the way Clover’s face lit up like a damn Christmas tree, Qrow regretfully unearthed his hands from their temporary warmth. He thought over which one to do that was both easy for him but also impressive. “Okay, this’ll be a canary.”

He’d learned how to do that one in high school, and it taken him months to get it just right. The moment he did though, he belted it out randomly in the halls, enjoying the slight chaos it caused the other kids as they tried to find the source of the noise. Just like he used to back then, he pressed the pinkies of both hands to his lips, curled back his tongue a bit, and whistled through them, vibrating his vocal chords just enough to make the sharp trill of the bright yellow bird, the sound easily piercing over the falling rain.

Unlike his classmates though, Clover wasn’t fooled by who had made the noise. “Wow.” He breathed. “That was spectacular.”

“Ehehe, not really.” Qrow rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes really.” He knocked his arm gently with the umbrella stem. “Don’t cut yourself so short. I bet that was hard to learn how to do.”

How was this guy so nice? Helplessly, he scrambled to respond, “I mean, not as hard as the seagull.” At the other’s sudden, eager grin, he gave a firm, “No.”

“Aah, alright.” Clover surrendered, “We’re almost at the stop anyways.”

Qrow glanced forward, spotting the familiar black structure just a few feet away. As the approached it, he ducked under the curved roof that functioned as a blissful shelter form the rain, and turned back to the man who had gotten him here, realizing this was probably goodbye.

He was surprised by how disappointed he suddenly felt.

“Uh, thanks, for, you know.” He said, gesturing around himself as words again failed him. There was a reason he never took public speaking in school.

“It was no trouble, really.” Clover replied, that easygoing smile back on his face.

He crossed his arms, rubbing the exposed skin idly. “Guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah – oh, wait.” Suddenly, the other stepped into the shelter with him, flipping his umbrella upside down and leaning it up against the bench. Then in one smooth motion, he yanked the green hoodie up and over his back, running a hand through his hair to fix the little quiff at the front.

Qrow’s brain short-circuited because whoa, muscles.

Clover held it out to him. “Here, you can borrow this.”

“Huh?” He looked from those nicely toned arms to the offering to his eyes, suddenly catching up to the situation. “No, I couldn’t.”

“I have time to go back and get another. Besides,” He winked, short circuiting Qrow’s brain again, “It’s not like you don’t know where I live.”

Oh. Oooh.

Qrow was experienced enough to recognize the gesture for what it really was: a surefire guarantee that they’d run into each other again.

Now how could he ever refuse that?

“Suppose I do.” He quipped back as suave as he could. He took the hoodie, pulling it on. It smelt like pine, heady and rich and despite their similar heights, it still dwarfed his leaner frame. Some of the other’s body heat still lingered in the fabric and he couldn’t help but melt into the much-needed warmth. He fingered one of the strings, trying to remain casual as he subtly offered, “I’ll return it tonight. Around…?”

“6:30.” Clover rested the umbrella back on his shoulder, expression just as sly. “Maybe we could catch some dinner too?”

Qrow felt his stomach flutter, face easing into a grin. “I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date.” As he stepped back out into the rain, he winked at him again. “See you soon pretty bird.”

“See you.” He returned, watching the other leave, eyes scanning along his backside and appreciating the view.

Despite the dreary beginnings, it was shaping up to be a great morning after all.

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gingerwritess · 6 years ago

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Broken Beds

Summary: (Loki x reader) You and your husband kinda sorta accidentally broke your bed one crazy night. You leave it up to Loki to tell Tony the problem and get a new bed, but his version of what happened doesn’t quite match yours.

Warnings: buckets of fluff and a schiza-ton of implied smut eheh my favorite

A/N: Day 1 of the 12 days of Christmas! Oh this one was so fun. Fluffy Loki = happy me. Also this post is apparently not showing up in the tags or searches?? I’m so upset, I worked so so hard on this and it took me forever to get it done and I’m so proud of it :(

Your comments make me inexplicably happy!

Head over to @picassho-18 for tomorrow’s 12 days post!! Hope you all enjoy!

“You tell Tony.”

“Oh, hell no. He’s never going to let us live this down.” You shook your head profusely, crossing your arms.

Loki sighed. “I can’t explain this, I have a reputation to uphold.”

The bed was ruined. The mattress had snapped in the middle, bending in a most unnatural way, and one of the feet holding the bed up had splintered, making the whole bed tilt to one side.

“That was such a bad idea,” you groaned, running a hand tiredly over your face.

Loki chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to turn you to face him. “I must admit though, it was such fun. I regret nothing.”

You couldn’t help but smile, then gave him your best, most irresistible pout. “Yeah, but now we have to explain this to Tony…”

With an exasperated sigh, Loki gave in. “Fine. I’ll tell him.”

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Uh oh. Tony was storming down the stairs heading straight toward you as you stood in the kitchen. Loki trailed in behind him, giving you a guilty smile.

That’s never a good sign.

“You broke the fucking bed?!” The utter astonishment in Tony’s voice brought a cringe to your face.

“Yeah… about that,” you began, holding up your hands in surrender. Tony cut you off with a hysterical cackle of laughter, looking back and forth between you and Loki.

“How… how?” He roared, clutching his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. “How hard do you have to be fucking to break the bed?! I mean,” he panted, “I thought I was crazy in bed. This, this is other-worldly.”

“Wait, what? What are you…” you started to say, but after a glance at Loki’s growing devious grin, everything clicked.

Oh, he did NOT. That liar.

“Hmm, yes, certainly out of this world.” You threw Loki a death glare, deciding to just play into Tony’s idea of what happened. “What else do you expect from an Asgardian?”

Loki winked at you, pecking your lips as he walked past. “Technically a frost giant, darling. Don’t forget.”

Tony was practically crying with laughter now, leaning on the counter for support.

“How could I forget?” You groaned, throwing the towel you were holding on the counter. “So will you get us another bed or not?”

Wiping his eyes, Tony nodded. “Fine, fine, I will. If I don’t, you’d just end up breaking through the floor too! I gotta go tell Strange, he’s gonna die when he hears this...” Still laughing, he finally left you in the kitchen, your blood positively boiling and eyes shooting daggers.

Taking a deep breath and counting down from ten to calm your temper, you stormed out of the kitchen to find Loki.

The little shithead was skimming the bookshelves in the library, purposely not turning around to greet you as you stomped in. You grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face you, smacking his chest playfully.

“That’s not what happened, you nasty prick! I have a reputation to uphold too, you know. And you telling the rest of the team that I am your absolutely sex-crazed, insane plaything is not helping.”

Just to further get on your nerves, he grinned down at you. “Oh, you’re not that? Then please, tell me what you are.”

“Your wife?? Who just so happens to know that that is not AT ALL what happened last night, oh mighty king,” you said sarcastically, faking a dramatic bow.

Loki scowled at your mocking, grabbing a book off the shelf and striding past you. “Careful, darling. If I remember correctly, I was the one who won last night, was I not?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms firmly with a set jaw. “You cheated. So your ‘victory’ doesn’t mean shit to me.”

“Oh please. You’re just a sore loser,” he chuckled, and with that, he strode past you, using the book in his hand to smack your ass on the way out.

(The night before…)

You laid on the bed on your stomach, legs dangling off the edge, typing furiously on a laptop. In walked your husband, clearing his throat to alert you of his presence. You hummed a greeting, too engrossed in your writing to do anything more.

Loki stopped as he was walking past the bed to kiss the top of your head and waited for you to acknowledge him, but… you just kept typing. “That’s it? No kiss?” He asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Uh-uh. Later,” you grunted, eyes not leaving your screen. He sighed and trudged away, and in a few seconds you heard the shower start from your bathroom.

You kept typing. Ideas were actually flowing for your story, so you couldn’t stop now. Minutes later, Loki walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a loose pair of sweats resting low on his hips, wet hair tousled and dripping down his back. That got you to look up from your computer - you couldn’t help it. He looked delectable, you couldn’t deny.

“You didn’t join me,” he quipped. “Can’t say I’m not disappointed.”

“Sorry babe, I’m on a roll right now. Just let me finish this, couple more minutes.”

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“It’s been seven minutes, Y/N. A couple is two.” Loki flopped down on the bed beside you, shaking the whole bed. Gritting your teeth, you leaned closer to the screen. “Almost… done…”

“I haven’t even gotten a proper ‘hello’ from you yet,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Wow. This side of Loki always made you laugh, knowing you were the only one who gets to see him desperate for attention and pouting if he doesn’t get it.

His hand started wandering up and down your back, sliding under your thin shirt to lightly brush your (unfortunately) extremely ticklish sides. Trying to stifle your laughter, you flinched away from his hands which only encouraged him to continue.

“Close the computer,” he murmured in your ear, tickling you even harder as he watched you struggle.

“No! S-stop it,” you laughed, squirming under his touch. That only egged him on, and soon you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard. You slammed your laptop shut, reached behind you to grab a pillow, then swung it down hard on Loki’s head.

Bad idea.

Loki froze as soon as the pillow hit him, his dangerously flashing eyes slowly coming up to meet yours. “Look who’s finally paying attention,” he taunted, reaching for his own pillow.

“Heh, sorry… pillow fight?” You gulped under his unwavering, threatening gaze.

“Prepare for war, darling.” His ever-widening grin worried you. Then he smacked you across the face with his pillow.

Absolute chaos ensued, your shrieks of laughter filling the room as you pummelled each other with pillows. You were quite the experienced pillow fighter since you’d been having pillow fights since childhood, but Loki caught on quick enough. He kept throwing them at you while you tried to swing yours at him, forcing you to stay in one place and just block his assaults. Sick of his ceaseless attacking, you lunged forward, knocking him backward and landing on top of him.

You both paused for a moment, your hands on his bare chest, breathless and panting as you momentarily got lost in each other’s eyes.

WHAM!

A pillow connected with the side of your head. Loki let out an evil snicker, then rolled you over in hopes of gaining the upper hand. Unfortunately, there was no mattress left for you to roll onto, and you landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Loki scrambled off the bed, relieved to see you laughing hysterically on the floor.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you giggled breathlessly, grabbing Loki’s extended hand to help you back up. He pulled you to your feet, then to your surprise, pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “What was that for?” you asked as he pulled away.

He smiled, casting his eyes downwards. “I don’t deserve this. Your joy in the smallest moments. I… I’m a miserable wretch. I’m not worthy of calling you mine.”

Mouth gaping, you stared at him in shock as his words processed. Then you quickly picked up a fallen pillow from the floor and started hitting him repeatedly with it. “What. The. Hell-” you enunciated each word with a whack of the pillow. “Are. You. Saying?”

Loki threw his hands up in defense, chuckling at your attacks. “I’m serious!”

“So am I!! Ugh, you’re too tall,” you huffed, climbing up to stand on the bed so you wouldn’t have to look up at him, instead making him look up to you. “You are not a miserable wretch, and you deserve every happiness in the universe.” You shook the pillow threateningly in his face. “Don’t you ever say something like that again.”

He looked up at you standing on the bed, a lazy half-smile resting on his lips. “I love you, Y/N. I truly do.”

“I love you too, you blithering idiot.” You leaned down and kissed him gently.

“You shouldn’t be standing on the bed,” he hummed, craning his neck to meet your gaze as you pulled away. “You’re enjoying the power over me just a little too much.”

With a laugh, you defiantly bounced a little on the mattress. “Would you prefer me on my knees, my king?”

“Yes. Yes, I absolutely would.”

He reached out to grab your leg, but you jumped away from his grasp. “Good luck getting me there.”

Loki growled, swiftly climbing up to stand on the mattress with you, ready to pounce. The bed creaked under your combined weight, but you ignored it and jumped away from Loki’s playfully threatening hands with a yelp.

He attempted to catch you, reaching for your arms and waist but only losing his balance as he took wobbly steps towards you. His instability on the uneven mattress brought a laugh to your lips, and you couldn’t help but jump on the springy bed as you dodged Loki’s unbalanced advances.

“Stop… moving! This is impossible.” With gritted teeth, he finally gave up trying to move around on the unstable mattress and just stood still on the bed.

“I thought gods might have better balance than that,” you chided playfully, bouncing closer to him and causing his arms to flail again as the bed shook under his feet. “Try jumping! Just bounce a little bit, it’s fun.”

Loki positively gaped at the suggestion.

“Gods do not bounce. You can't possibly expect me to-to jump on the bed.”

“Just try it. It won’t kill you.” You jumped right up in front of him, running your hands over his bare stomach to tease the waistband of his pants before grabbing his hands. “Come on!”

You started jumping up and down, letting the springs of the mattress shoot you into the air while you held Loki’s hands to urge him to join you. “Just like when I was a kid,” you giggled. A light smile played across Loki’s face as he watched you jump, looking at your childlike joy with pure adoration. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, unable to resist, then cautiously started jumping along with you.

You let out an excited squeal. “You’re doing it! See, it’s fun!”

“This is not fun.” Bounce.

“Yes it is. You’re smiling.”

“No I’m not.” Bounce.

“What do you call that face, then?”

“This is my ‘I’m going to brutally murder the next being that moves’ face.” Bounce.

You rolled your eyes and started jumping even higher, trying to reach his height. “Well, it’s adorable.”

“This is humiliating. This is worse than get help.”

“Mmhmm. And who are you trying to impress?” You grabbed a pillow off the bed and swung it at him.

He scowled and jumped out of your reach, crossing his arms and still bouncing lightly on the mattress. “You, you pathetic mortal. Always you.”

“Well then. Impress me. ” You grinned and looked around, an idea forming. “You know… I bet you can’t jump high enough to reach the ceiling.”

The ceiling wasn’t that high, and you knew Loki couldn’t say no to a challenge, especially one coming from you. Sure enough, Loki scoffed at your words. “Do you truly think so little of me?”

You shrugged. “I could do it.”

“Go on then, if you’re so sure.”

You squatted and jumped as hard as you could, the bed creaking under your weight as you jumped into the air but fell right back down without reaching the ceiling. Loki burst out laughing at your attempt and you playfully shoved him away. “Stop it! You can’t do it either!”

“Watch and learn, darling.”

He bounced a few times to gain momentum, his hair whipping messily around his face, then jumped with so much force it knocked you back onto the mattress. He swung wildly at the air, almost touching the ceiling, but still wasn’t high enough.

“HAH!” you shouted, scrambling to your feet. “I knew you couldn’t!!”

He had landed on his back but jumped right back up to try again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He jumped again and again and again, until he full-on jumping on the bed… just as he had sworn he would never do.

There was no way you couldn’t smile at the sight. The youthful glimmer in his eye, the faint grin on his face, hair flying madly in the air as he bounced on the bed reaching for the ceiling. You stopped moving and just watched him for a second, your heart completely full.

“Oh, come on!” he huffed to himself when he missed the ceiling for probably the hundredth time. Out of breath, he paused and looked back at you, chest heaving. “What are you staring at?”

“You.” You grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him down to kiss his nose. “You’re adorable. And I love you.”

“Disgusting.” He grimaced and squirmed out of your grip, but there was no mistaking the tint of pink in his cheeks from your words. “I’m not going to bed until I’ve proved you wrong, you know.”

“Looks like we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” you grinned and plopped down criss-cross on the bed to watch him try.

He frowned down at you, pausing to blow away a strand of hair that wouldn’t stop falling in his face, then got ready to jump yet again. Face set with determination, he took a deep breath and jumped… but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spark of green light around his fingers.

Ohhhh no he didn’t.

He shot straight up in the air, smacking his hand proudly on the ceiling while you started shouting. “NOT FAIR! No magic allowed!!”

Using his abilities to keep himself airborne a moment longer, the biggest smirk grew over his face. “Impressed yet?” He taunted.

“Not in the slightest, cheater. Get down here so I can slap that smirk off your face.”

“Hmm, kinky, I like it-hey!”

At his comment you had let out an annoyed string of curses and lunged at him, grabbing his legs and pulling him down out of the air. The mist-like substance that had been holding him up dissipated, and Loki dropped heavily to the mattress.

SNAP.

“Oh shit.”

The bed finally gave way as Loki crashed onto it, the mattress snapping and bending in half, caving in around him and pushing you towards the center too. Eyes wide, you both froze as you heard a slow creaking, then one of the legs of the bed splintered.

The entire bed dipped to one side, the broken mattress sliding off the bed. You and Loki scrambled over each other to get off, dodging a few springs that had poked through the fabric.

A silent, shocked moment passed, the two of you standing next to the bed and surveying the wreckage. You slowly turned to Loki, gaping. He glanced over to you nervously, clearing his throat.

“That… wasn’t supposed to happen.”

(Back to the present...)

“You’re going to tell them the truth. Right now.”

Loki grinned and crossed his arms to mimic your stance. “Hmm… no. No, I’m not.”

“Excuse me? I must not have made myself clear enough,” you spat, beyond irritated at your insufferable husband. “Unless you want to sleep alone tonight, you’re going to fix this and tell everyone what actually happened.”

He scrunched up his nose and leaned forward, trying to intimidate you with his towering figure, but you stood your ground. Close enough to your face that your noses were touching, he murmured under his breath, “make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Of course, Thor chose that moment to stride into the room where you and Loki stood glaring silently at each other, clapping him on the shoulder as he walked by. “Did you sleep well last night, brother?” he asked, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

You whirled around to glare at Thor now, asking with more force than you intended, “and why do you want to know?!”

The burly god held up his hands in defense. “I've heard from the others that you two managed to break the bed. I must say, I’m not surprised you did, I’m mostly shocked it took this long.”

Behind you, Loki had the nerve to let out a snicker, and you smacked him on the arm. “Your brother,” you seethed, “has been handing out faulty information.”

You were about to explain just how wrong Loki’s story was when Bruce stuck his head in the door. “Broke the bed, huh? Of course you did. You know, you two are the reason we soundproofed the walls, too.” He shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Crazy kids.”

Loki scoffed. “I’m over a thousand years old, you impertinent lout.”

“That’s not what happened…” you started to say as Bruce walked away laughing but gave up with a sigh. Thor still stood in front of you grinning widely, so you figured you might as well tell him what actually happened.

“We didn’t break the bed because of that, Thor, I swear. The mighty ‘god of mischief’ over here,” you jabbed a thumb at Loki, “was ju-“

“-JUST going a bit too hard!” Loki cut you off, rushing up behind you and grabbing you by the waist. “I… lost control, I suppose. Can you truly blame me? With a goddess like this in my bed?”

Thor let out a booming laugh while you wrenched yourself out of Loki’s grip. “You complete ass, don’t you dare think compliments will help! Thor, don’t listen to a word this idiot says, he’s the one who broke the bed but it’s only cause I got him to jump-mmph.”

Loki was suddenly shutting you up with a harsh kiss, bending you backward in a deep dip with one arm around your waist and the other hand sneaking up to your neck. Against your better judgment, your eyes fluttered shut as you melted in his arms, forgetting everything you had been annoyed about. You stayed like that for a moment—you just couldn’t help kissing him back—until Thor cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Shit, sorry.” You shoved Loki away, ignoring the triumphant smirk on his face and quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Forgot you were there.”

Thor looked a tad bit uncomfortable, the poor thing. “You, um, should just tell me later, Y/N. I’m going to leave you two alone,” he mumbled and hurried out the door.

As soon as he was gone, you whirled around to Loki, fuming. “What the hell, Loki? How is them knowing that you were jumping on a bed WORSE than thinking we broke the bed from fucking too hard?!”

Loki just kept that irritatingly attractive smirk on his lips. “Oh come on. Why do you care what they think?” He reached for your hand and pulled you towards him.

“I’d just love to have everyone know that the ‘mighty Prince Loki, God of Mischief, rightful king of Jotunheim’ was jumping on the bed,” you whined and half-heartedly fought against his attempts, but quickly gave in and let him tug you up against his chest. He wrapped you in his arms, swaying lightly, his voice low in your ear.

“Now now, I can’t have that getting around. That’s our little secret.”

“But it’s ok for everyone to know about our sex life?” you sighed.

His lips brushed your ear and his voice dropped to a whisper, knowing just how to get you riled up. “I have no problem with people knowing what is mine.”

“You are the absolute worst, Loki.”

“But you love it.”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how right he was.

“Shut up,” you groaned, then grabbed his face in both hands and smashed your lips onto his. He eagerly reciprocated, letting you push him backwards until his back was against a wall. It was an unusual change from how your making out usually went, normally it was Loki who would back you into a corner, but neither of you seemed opposed to the switch.

You kissed him roughly, releasing all of your pent up irritation towards your annoying, cocky, arrogant, loving...respectful...perfect, gorgeous god of a husband.

“You’re a royal pain in the ass, you know that?” you grinned up at him, your hand curling tighter in his shirt to keep him on your lips.

His hands worked their way down your back as he hummed in agreement, soaking up your kisses.

“I just have one question though,” you paused thoughtfully, leaning your head just out of the reach of Loki’s, making him whine quietly in frustration. “Do you think we could do it?”

Your husband did a double take, eyeing you suspiciously. “What are you…?”

You grinned at him, the mischievous spark that he loved so dearly glinting in your eyes. “Do you think we could break the bed? You know... not by jumping on it?”

Loki’s jaw dropped. It took him a few seconds to gather his senses after that while you gazed innocently up at him, toying with a few strands of his hair and waiting for his answer. Finally, his eyes narrowed and an almost evil smile spread across his face, making you immediately go weak in the knees.

“Oh, I absolutely do. But there’s only one way to find out for sure.”

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tickletastic · 5 years ago

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I’m The Bad Guy

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: Profanity

Word Count: 1903

Fandom: Marvel

Ship: N/A

Summary: Based on this prompt from anon. Tony finds out that the villain he’s been fighting is just a kid, and has to come up with a creative way to convince the kid to cut out the crime act.

Notes: I really loved this prompt, thanks for it anon! Sorry it took so long to write.

Everything around Tony was engulfed in flames. Parts of his armour had completely broken off, and he was in the process of calling for a new suit when the man in a completely black suit, the one he’s been fighting this entire time, stands in front of him.

“It’s time to give up Mr. Stark, you have been defeated. The Iron Man will be no longer. You can’t save this city.” The mysterious figure spoke.

Tony did feel a little hopeless, but he knew he would soon be in a new suit, He just had to find a way to distract the malicious man in front of him. He held eye contact with the man, or as much as he could with both of them wearing masks, and quietly called for another suit within his helmet.

The villain, who seemed to refer to himself as Recluse, walked closer and closer, until Tony was at his feet, and stuck out his wrist. “Any last words?”

Tony laughed, a smirk on his face that could not be seen, “Uh, yeah actually. Wanna tell me your name? ‘Cus we’re about to find out.”

With that, an arm of the second suit Tony had called swept down and made an attempt to grab the mask off of the mysterious villain’s costume. It came off with ease, but Recluse had turned around to fight the suit before Tony could see his face. As Recluse went back and forth, grabbing for his mask, the original suit Tony had called for landed in front of him and he equipped.

Recluse began shooting out his webs, trying to get the mask back, doing everything in his power to contain his identity. Tony took this as an opportunity to fly over in the working suit and look at the villain’s face.

When the two of them were face to face, Tony began laughing, hysterically. He deactivated the helmet of his suit and landed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

“You have been wreaking havoc on New York City for the past week?” Tony began through his laughter. “You-you’re just a kid. What’s this? Teenage angst? Can’t you just listen to punk music and dye your hair black like the rest of us did?”

The baby-faced villain gave what he felt to be a wicked glare, but to Tony all it looked like was a wounded puppy dog. A new round of laughter began for Tony.

“You better remember this. This isn’t over.” Recluse spoke before shooting out a web, launching himself onto the rooftop of a building.

“It better be kid, or I’m gonna have to tell your mommy and daddy!” Tony called before Recluse disappeared into the distance.

Back at the tower, Tony had quite the laugh telling Pepper, Natasha and Steve about the situation. What was a kid doing causing such chaos? What happened to the good old school stuff when teens would just scream into their pillow and get a piercing when they were going through it? Didn’t he have homework to do or sleep to catch up on?

He had done a full analysis of the kid’s face back at his lab from footage from the suit. As it turns out, the kid is only sixteen and his name is Peter Parker. He lives with his aunt, May, because his parents passed away when he was little. It’s possible that his parents could be the source of his extreme angst. Nevertheless, Tony knew that if he came across Recluse again he would need a creative way to deal with him, there’s no way Tony could hurt a kid.

Three weeks later, Tony is enjoying a cup of coffee on a green balcony that he had installed into the tower so he and the other avengers could enjoy plant-life while still living in the tower. He’s humming to himself and taking in the fresh morning air, smelling the dew on the plants surrounding him when there’s a noise that he most definitely knows to be an explosion. He sighs to himself before looking out, towards the source of the sound, where he spots a large building engulfed in fire and smoke. “Aww man, villains don’t take breaks huh?” He says to himself, opening the sliding door and going back into the tower.

Tony notifies the other Avengers that are currently in the tower and asks them to join him since he doesn’t know what, or who, caused the explosion.

Steve, Natasha, Sam and Tony are at the sight within 10 minutes, where chaos is ensuing as more buildings and cars get blown up. They quickly assess the situation, in search for a cause of the chaos, until Tony spots a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. Steve notices the figure at the same time as Tony nudges him.

“I’ll take the kid. Sam, get the civilians somewhere safe, Steve, Nat, check the other buildings around here for explosives.” Tony commands. He waits for the a-okay from everyone else before launching himself onto the roof where he saw Recluse.

“Looks like we meet again kid.” Tony greeted, deactivating his helmet.

“This time I will beat you. You haven’t bested me.” Recluse responded in a tone that Tony would describe as ‘upset toddler’.

“Actually Pete, may I call you that? Anyways, I had other things in mind for us Pete.” Tony grins before spewing webs out of one of the fingers of his suit. The webs were a lot like the ones Recluse had used the last time the two of them had met, and the teen resented the fact that the web formula that had taken him a year to perfect had only taken the iron man three weeks to imitate.

The teen gasped in surprise, but jumped away from the webs. It seems as if Tony had anticipated this movement because Peter was soon covered in webs despite his ability to see attacks before they happen.

“So first, kid, I’ve got a question. Where’d you get your powers from? Are you some sort of spider mutant?” Tony inquired, approaching his newly captive prisoner.

“I’m not telling you shit old man.” Peter spit as Tony removed his mask from his face.

“I think I might have a way to convince you otherwise. While we’re on the topic of questions, you’re young kid, there’s still time to choose the right side to fight for. You’re only sixteen, why cause all of this chaos when you could help save the world and make it better?” Tony went off on a bit of a tangent, feeling a slight fondness for the kid despite his hobby of bombing buildings and causing chaos.

Tony had definitely taken notice that the kid hadn’t killed anybody yet, and that definitely had to say something about his character, so the kid still had time to change for the better.

“Ha, fat chance.” Peter laughed, struggling to get out of the webs.

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures kiddo.” Tony laughed and kneeled next to the teen.

Peter’s facial expression said shocked all over it when he felt fingers working their way up his side. Never in his life had he tried so hard to fight off a smile. He cursed under his breath as he struggled significantly more.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The teen said through gritted teeth, trying to glare up at Tony.

“First of all, language. Second of all, You’re a kid, so I’m gonna treat you like one. By the end of this you’ll have one of two decisions, you can either join my team and fight for the right side, or go back to being a kid, it’s up to you. One thing’s for certain; this whole crime thing needs to stop, you gotta cut it out. So tell me Petey, are you a little ticklish?” Tony explained, the last part coming out in a baby voice.

Tony sped up his fingers, and pressed a button on his suit. Suddenly, the webs surrounding Peter began to vibrate. He knew that this was definitely bad news for him. As much as he hated to admit it, his damn broke, and an adorable stream of giggles started to pour from his lips.

“Yohohohou fihihihight dihihihirty! This isn’t fahahair!” The teen squeaked as he tried to keep his laughter and facial expressions under control.

Tony grinned down at the cute kid, whose face was a pale shade of pink all the way up to his ears. While his mouth definitely showed that he was trying to hold back, his crinkled eyes said differently, they said that what Tony was trying was working.

Recluse let out a loud squeal when Tony’s fingers met his ribs, and he finally threw his head back with unfiltered laughter. “Ah! Plehehease NOHO!”

Tony moved his fingers in the most ticklish fashions possible, running up and down Peter’s ribs quickly, counting each one agonizingly slowly, and drilling in between them. The kid couldn’t stop giggling, his face turning redder and redder as time went on. Tony let his fingers explore higher and higher, until bubbly giggles turned to frantic laughter.

“Aww, does the wittle baby have tickwish undewarwms? How adorable,” Tony cooed, taking in the bright, bright red that the teen’s face had turned.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Peter screamed through his frantic laughter.

“Ready to give up yet?’ Tony inquired. The teen rapidly shook his head, so Tony decided to step it up a notch, “Peter, wanna tell me where you’re most ticklish? Or do you want me to find out?”

After getting told to ‘fuck off’ again, Tony decided to visit some different spots.

The kid’s neck elicited a never-ending stream of soft, quiet giggles, and a small, cute smile on his face. Tickling behind his ears produced high-pitched, hiccupy giggles as the kid tried to touch his head to his shoulder.

Peter’s eyes were wider than saucers when Tony finally found his worst spot, and he screamed and laughed loud belly laughter as he gave up struggling.

“Does the wittle spider have a tickwish tummy? How does this feel?” Tony teased.

“PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAP IHIT!” The sixteen-year-old screeched, surrendering to his laughter. A few more moments and his laughter had turned shaky and fragile, ridden with hiccups and weak pleas.

“You know what you gotta do for me to stop mister big scary villain.”

“Ohohokay! Ihihihi-I’ll johoin yohour teheheam! EHEHE JUHUHST STAHAHAP!” Tony listened, pulling his hands away from what he could only assume to be the kid’s belly button from the reaction he received. He cut the kid from the webs and stood there, waiting for him to recover.

“Expect mail from me kid, welcome to your Stark internship. You better not pull a stunt like this again. I know where you live and I will do this again if I have to.”

“Ohokay, okay.” Peter weakly agreed, “I gohot it.”

Tony smiled and walked over, ruffling the kids hair. “Go home kid. Your first day we’ll work on finding different ways to cope with those complicated teenage emotions and hormones.”

He received a weak thumbs-up in response.

“See ya Pete.” With that, Tony joined his fellow avengers, another story under his belt to tell them about later, and a new recruit to explain. He’d have to do something about the emo colour scheme of the kid’s suit, but that was a problem for another time.

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suncatchr · 5 years ago

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10?

ehehe i know these asks r 200y old but thank you!

10. “Your hands are shaking.”

It’s partly cloudy outside. The wind is stirring at ten kilometres per hour and it’s twenty-seven degrees Celsius. Cirrus clouds are drifting along, pulling themselves apart low in the sky.

“Good morning, lazybones. What'cha doing?“

Benjamin is slipping into the gap between my house and the next, already waving like he’d known I would be at this window. Or perhaps he saw me lean out of it.

"Being lazy,” I respond. “Supposedly,” I add.

“Ha, ha,” he says, though I hadn’t been making a joke. “Come outside.”

“But I haven’t eaten yet,” I inform him. I’m not supposed to go out before I’ve eaten.

“I’ll get you something on the way. Everyone wants to hang out at the park today. If we get enough people we’re gonna play a game of soccer or capture the flag or something.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“That’s why I came to get you, airhead. Come on! I’ll come around the front and get you.”

I’ve climbed out the kitchen window before, because it was quicker. Last time, though, I’d tripped on the sill and nearly lost a tooth, so Ben will meet me at the front door from now on. I wonder if he’s remembering that now, and even more whether he trusts me to win a game after seeing that happen. I climb down off of the kitchen counter (safely) and run to get my shoes on before Ben gets to the door. He pushes it open just as I get my last lace tied.

“Ready,” I report.

“Then come on! I want to get there before everyone else so that I can be a team captain.”

“You’ll pick me, right?” If he doesn’t, I’ll be left over because there’s no way some other kid from school will remember to put me on their team. I shut the door behind me.

“I’ll pick you first, don’t worry. And then I’ll see if I can get Cara because she’s like, the fastest person I’ve ever met.”

“Then pick her first.”

“Well, no, what if the other team gets you?”

I don’t think they will, but if Ben is worried about it, I won’t say anything else. Maybe the other team captain will try to keep me from Ben and Cara so we won’t have the advantage of being friends on the same team.

We stop quickly in the plaza bakery and Ben buys me a croissant to carry with us to the park. “Daniel always brings snacks,” he reminds me as we leave. “So if that’s not enough, he’s probably got something.”

Content with that, I start to pick at the croissant. I quickly learn that I don’t care for croissants. At least I tried it. I offer the rest to Ben and he decides to split it with me.

“It’s too buttery,” I complain when he asks.

“That’s not a real thing,” he says cheerfully. I mean, it is a real thing, that’s why I said it. He seems so content in his assertion, though, so he can keep it.

The wind picks up and I know it isn’t me. Ben doesn’t seem to notice. We walk along the quiet side of the street, instead of the one by the bustling main road. Ben starts waving at what looks like an empty field. More of our classmates are here, hidden by a cloak of trees that marks the path-side entrance to the park.

The wind picks up and I’m certain it’s me this time. It’s a cool breeze that targets the back of my neck when eyes start turning towards us. Everyone who waves is waving at Ben. I’m stricken by the urge to hold onto his arm like I would my mother. Sometimes he gets lost in the crowd and when that happens I have very little to make me comfortable here. I decide to just stick close until the game starts. He said he’d pick me first.

“We decide on what to play yet?” Ben calls as we head down to the group. Cara is here, but it’s her friend Aliyah who answers.

“Capture the flag. Danny brought flags we can use.” She points down to Daniel, who’s tied two bandanas (our flags?) together and is trying to lasso another boy, one I don’t know well.

Cara waves to us once we’re closer. “I didn’t know if you were gonna show up,” she says.

Ben points his thumb at me. “I had to go and get our boy here.”

She smiles at me. “He interrupted breakfast time, right?”

I nod. “He came too early.”

“I don’t get why you don’t just eat earlier, if you gotta eat before you can come play.” Ben shakes his head at Cara like he’s talking about me but I’m not here. I try to suppress the chilly air before they feel it too. I worry that they’ll figure out what each type of weather means if I let it show too often.

“I eat at eight,” I respond. “You know that.”

“But why?”

“That’s breakfast time.” Obviously. He doesn’t get it, though. He rolls his eyes and the three of us head a little deeper into the crowd.

“Hey!” Ben calls into the chatter. “Is anyone else gonna show up?”

“Don’t think so,” responds Lasso-Boy.

“Do you guys wanna play Blue-Shoe to decide team captains?” Daniel asks. His bandanas are tied around his neck now like a bow.

“No,” Ben chirps, “bunny up!” He quickly raises ‘two’ signs to the sides of his head and a clamour explodes around us in response.

“I was first!”

“Benny was first, I was second!”

“Don’t lie, Ellie, I was second!”

“You just wanna pick Aidan!”

Everyone’s responses get lost in a sea of noise and I look for Cara, who’s not saying anything. She glances at Ben, who smiles back at her.

“Ben was first,” she calls calmly, “and Ellie was second."

"No,” Daniel complains, “Ben was only first because he called the bunny-up. We should go with people who didn’t know.”

“Or we could just play,” Ben responds easily. “I know Ellie and Max have to get home for lunch.”

Why is it so hard for him to understand breakfast time when he gets lunch time just fine?

“Fine,” Daniel says, untying his bandanas from his neck and then from each other and handing Ben the blue one. He hands the yellow one to Eleanor, who walks up to stand beside Ben.

“I want Danny,” Eleanor says quickly. I bet she’s not picking Aidan because someone said she would.

“Koda,” Ben says. The cool wind bugging me dies as I leave the crowd to join him.

“Lucas.” Lasso-Boy.

“Cara.” Would Ben not have picked me if someone teased him for wanting me on his team, I wonder?

“Isabella.”

“Josh.”

We go through the whole crowd and end up with Aidan on our team. After dubbing ourselves the Blue Team, we divide our territory in half and move off to plant our flags. Eleanor and Aidan are best friends. I wonder if he feels hurt.

We got the hill in our territory, but for the sake of not getting lost or exhausted, the trees behind us are off-limits. Ben finds a bush just outside the woods and ties our flag to its roots.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Let’s go. Who wants to be where? We need hunters, distractions, jailbreakers, catchers, and guards.”

Cara picks hunter, obviously. She’s the fastest, she’ll be able to scout for the flag and get off Yellow land in record time. Ben picks jailbreaker, to rescue any hunters who get captured. I pick guard, to watch the flag and stop people that the catchers couldn’t snag. Ben and Cara bid me and then each other good luck as they head down the hill with their groups. The Yellow team breaks from their clump soon after and spread evenly over their land. Eleanor plays differently than Ben. I remember she likes to just barrage the other team. She figures we can’t catch everyone.

Especially if we’re all split up on her side.

The other guards and I stand away from our bush, but in a careful circle around it. We can’t be too close or the Yellow Team will know where the flag is. But we can’t be too far from each other, we need to communicate.

For a while, no one moves. The first person to start the game usually runs alone and unprompted.

There. Aliyah creeps toward our land. Everyone’s eyes are on Eleanor and her mass in the middle. Aliyah crosses our border and takes off at a dead sprint towards the side of our territory that brushes the creek. One of our catchers situated on the slope of the hill dives to head her off. They nearly collide, but she swerves to the right. Straight into the jaws of another catcher. She didn’t come close to us. Our hiding spot is safe.

A boy trots onto the less inhabited part of our land, gaze locked on Aliyah though he’s far from her. I start to creep towards him. None of my team can see him moving, it seems. Out of the corner of my eye I catch Cara beelining for a bush thicket by the path between us and the water. One of the Yellows tears onto our side by our catchers. The boy headed for Aliyah picks up speed, electrifying me with adrenaline. I can’t let him save her while my team are all distracted. I trip when I try to move faster, but I manage it anyway. The ground dips and it hurts my leg. He’s almost at her, she’s reaching her hand out for his. I can’t lose this race.

With a last hard kick I manage to throw myself between them, swiping his hand away from Aliyah’s. It’s not great; he’s close enough to her that they can both be rescued in one fell swoop. But he lets out a groan and stumbles to a stop, and I know I’ve done some good for now. Panting, I whip back to face the field. It’s become a cyclone of activity, teams blurred across the lines as hands reach for rescuers and hunters dig for prizes. In the midst of the chaos I can see Ben, reaching for Aidan’s hand with Lucas hard on his tail. Oh no. He isn’t fast enough.

Ben swerves, skidding like a baseball player before he regains his footing and circles back around. Lucas stops running for a half second to switch directions, running straight into Ben’s path to cut him off. Aidan stretches his fingers desperately for Ben’s aid.

“Dakota!”

I turn to face the voice. One of the other guards is staring at me, wide-eyed, before she gestures at an invader pelting upslope, closer to me than to her. I can’t stay to see if Ben makes it. I have my own work to do. This time I manage to run in a straight line, picking up exhilarating speed as I race the invader up the hill and manage to just brush his shoulder before he breaches the border of our hiding place.

He’s dangerously close to our flag, I notice when I stop. Someone coming to rescue him could scoop up the flag in one move if they knew where it was. I wander up the rest of the hill, trying to catch my breath on the way.

“Have they found our flag?” I ask my fellow guard. She shrugs.

“I was chasing Danny down there,” she says, pointing down to where Daniel is standing with his arms crossed. “I don’t know if anyone’s seen it yet.”

That’s good enough news, I suppose. Our teams have gotten muddled across field lines, our specific roles lost to the chaos of the game. There are catchers and jailbreakers imprisoned on their side, and many of their players sneak toward us one by one now that the majority of them are trapped with us.

Cara is still free. So is Aidan.

But Ben is trapped deep in Yellow land, casting his gaze around for anyone still free to break him out. If we ever want to regroup, use who we’ve got left to make a plan, we need our team leader. I need to get Ben back.

If I fail, we lose a guard, and Ben watches me take a stupid risk to no avail. Cold ruffles my hair and fills my lungs as I imagine being tailed by all our classmates who know how important it is that I don’t reach Ben. But it’s got to be me. Everyone else is preoccupied with preventing rescue and diverting the other team’s search. I can do this.

Creeping across the meadow so no one notices me, I lock eyes with Ben to let him know I’m on my way. Through my tunnel vision there’s a clear path to him. No one is paying nearly enough attention to catch me before I’m halfway. Ben holds out a hand to me and points to where Cara is standing at the border. Does he want her to save him instead?

But she bolts in a different direction, toward a patch of cedar. Ben gestures me forward wildly, and I understand. She’s hunting the flag, she’s a diversion. Without even thinking I start forward, and once I start, I know I can’t stop.

I was right. Once I make it halfway, Ben jumps to his feet, and Eleanor yelps and leaves the pack that’s tailing Cara. She’ll reach me if she keeps going on a diagonal. Ben reaches for me, calling my name. I try to run faster but I can’t. Eleanor is stuck in my peripheral vision.

Ben yells, “Come on!” and I reach out and just barely graze his fingertips before diving off-course to get out of Eleanor’s way.

Ben pulls up to my side, between Eleanor and I. He’s invulnerable until we get back to our side.

“Don’t cheat!” Eleanor pants. “Move, Ben!”

Ben grins over at me and doesn’t break his pace. Eleanor falls behind and tries to run up on my other side, but it’s too late. Ben grabs my sleeve and pulls me away from her reach, then slows down and shoves me so that I stumble and fall across the border. I guess one method of winning is as good as any.

Ben trots over the line and Eleanor pulls up short. My throat burns as I try to sit up. My head’s spinning from the impact. But that all takes a backseat to Ben’s joyful whoop.

“That was a good chase!” Ben chirps. “I can’t believe you made it.”

Panting, I reach for the hands he extends to me and let him pull me to my feet. I did it. I made it and now Ben can help us regroup. Maybe he’ll even let me run jailbreaks with him, maybe he’ll think I’m so much better at jailbreaking than I believed myself to be at the start.

“You okay? Your hands are shaking.”

Are they? I yank them out of his and try to warm the air so I don’t seem so nervous. “I’m fine. I’m just surprised I made it, too.”

He slaps my shoulder. It kind of hurts. “We’re not done yet. Come on, Koda, I need your help.”

Yes! I’ve made myself worth the place on his team that he gave me. Elated, I follow him back up the field to where Cara is waiting. Her mission failed but she wasn’t caught. She grins when she sees us approach.

“You got him!” she chirps. I stand up a little straighter despite the sudden pain in my chest. Oh, no, I can’t be tired now, I have a game to win!

An ice chip lands on my nose. No, not now! I will the snow to go away before it betrays my anxiety. The dizziness from my fall returns, making the edges of my vision bleed.

“Yeah, he just barely escaped Ellie, but we shook her off. I have a new plan, we need everyone who’s still here. Go get our team, would you? I’m gonna try to go save Josh, he’s right there. Meet by the flag.”

I can do this. We’re gonna win with Ben’s new plan. I scout the field for members of our team, most of whom are guarding prisoners, and bring them back to Ben. Plenty of us are missing. Ben manages to bring Joshua back with him. Breathing heavy, he takes up a regal position at the front of our new crowd.

“Okay, listen. Most of them are trapped on our side. They’re gonna think they can rescue their team while we’re huddled. So keep your eyes out, and when they come looking for their prisoners, we nab them. Then we can just walk on over and get their flag.”

He glances at me and I give an encouraging nod. That’s a great plan, and I’ll follow it to a T to win this for him. I gaze across the field, waiting for someone to cross in our supposed distraction. My trepidation is betrayed by the chilly, wet air that ruffles my clothes. I wish that if my powers were going to be constant that they’d at least be easy on me. I’m tired and the wind makes my head hurt. But I’m determined.

Cara takes off after someone breaking the border by the water, then Joshua races for Eleanor, who’s trying to rescue the boy I caught earlier. I glance at Ben.

“Come to the border with me,” he mutters furtively. “We’re gonna get that flag. I saw it while I was trapped.”

“Why didn’t you tell me while we were on the Yellow side?” I ask incredulously. We could have won right then! Why waste time?

“Ellie was coming from that way. You never would have made it.” He gives me a wide eyed look. I know immediately where the flag is.

“The cedar trees.”

“Yes!” he hisses, fire igniting in his voice. “No one will even notice us while our whole team is doing captures.”

“We’re gonna do it now?” It’s supposed to be twenty-seven degrees outside and it isn’t, it’s cold.

“Yep, and we’re gonna win it right this second.” He nudges me with his shoulder until I’m facing the cedar copse. “Remember, the flag is yellow. You run in and grab it, I’ll cover you.”

“Me?”

“Yes!” He shoves me. “Go!”

In a gust of wind I cross the border and keep my eye on the approaching trees, the sounds of the chase quickly fading into background noise. All I can think about is getting that flag. I weave into the trees, branches scratching my face, and pull to a stop where the path opens. In the centre of the copse is a bare bit of land dusted in dead needles and dappled in today’s pale spring sunlight. And right in front of my face, there it is. Their yellow flag tied to a branch. I want to call to Ben but I’ll just bring it for him, show him his victory.

Look what we found! I think as I untie it.

“You did it!” I whisper as I emerge. He grins.

“Ellie saw us,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Let’s get back.”

A noise, nothing short of a battle cry, rises from our land before us. Ben grabs my sleeve. I hope he doesn’t throw me over the border again. Someone starts running from every which direction. What do we do?

“Ben.”

“Pretend to give me the flag,” he whispers, letting go and holding out his hand. I stuff the fabric into it and he shoves it all back into my fist. “Now run, and don’t stop running.”

One last stretch. Ben races off into the open, away from me. If I look scared, they’ll know I have the flag. If I look too normal, it’ll look suspicious that I’m not worried for Ben. Everything looks wrong. Eleanor freezes between us. Ben put me on his team for a reason. I start running, the widest circle around Eleanor that I can manage. Cara is waiting behind the border, looking back and forth between Ben and I. No one knows who’s got the flag! If I’m fast enough I can win this.

The middle of my chest is burning but I’m right on top of the border now. Eleanor decides to come after me. The cold burn spreads. My muscles ache. I want to win this game so bad.

Cara darts forward, nearly crashing into me, and grabs my sleeve. Her diversion makes Eleanor stumble and together we pass the border line. Cara uses the hand she holds me with to raise the flag above my head. I did it! I made two of the key plays in the game and we won! I look around for Ben, but the movement dizzies me and I double over to catch my breath. Cara plucks the flag from my hand and the congratulatory shouts of our team follow her away.

“You did it, man!” A hand slaps my back and I know it’s Ben. A wheeze escapes me before any words.

“Mm-hm,” I breathe, trying to stand upright. Ben pulls me upwards and squishes my face between his hands.

“See?” he asks. “That’s why I always pick you first.”

He lets me go, turning to call the team over. I teeter dizzily, trying to smile back at their boasting and congratulations. I did it. Powers or no powers, I stayed focused and I did it.

It’s twenty-seven degrees outside. The air is still and the sun’s just under its height. Over our heads the clouds are dissipating, leaving behind a pale blue sky.

#long post #my writing #my ocs #the stormcaster #you've heard of baby yoda now get ready for baby koda

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CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE. CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: AYO IT'S KANKRI. CHW: Its alm9st danger9us h9w when I'm typing elsewhere and the mem9 69ard thing p9ps up, if I d9n't n9tice 6ecause im typing it'll just enter me int9 the mem9, haha, 6ut hell9, it is me. CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG: oh, hi there! CCG: SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING THE OTHER DAY... I...GOT WOKEN UP. CURRENT gallowsCalibratorr [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGC: Y3S H1 CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: hi! CURRENT timaeusTestified [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: Hello, everyone. CGG: ok, i got a video, i don't know if you saw or heard it before CGG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se9TyhKuXqE CHW: Y9u are fine Karkat, I understand. Th9ugh I did miss y9u when y9u were g9ne. There was s9 much left I had t9 sh9w y9u. S9 we'll have t9 d9 that again, may6e when y9u d9n't have t9 6ash y9ur head int9 a desk t9 d9 s9. H9w, is y9ur head 6y the way? CCG: WOW. CGC: H4H4 1V3 S33N TH4T B3FOR3 CGC: FUNNY SH1T CCG: YOU JUST WHOLEASS TOLD AN ENTIRE MEMO ABOUT THE DESK INCIDENT. CCG: THAT WAS *CONFIDENTIAL*, KANKRI. CHW: 9h- CGC: H4H4HH4 CHW: s9rry CGC: BUST3D CGC: OOOH SN4P CHW: # I'm really 6ad at letting cats 9ut 9f 6ags CGC: 1T W4S WORTH 1T CEB: why are you bashing your head into desks?? CHW: # Y9u have t9 tell me 6ef9re hand that its c9nfidential 9therwise I assume its pu6lic kn9wledge CCG: TO FALL ASLEEP. CGC: DO YOU N33D 4 B4ND 41D FOR YOUR BOO BOO K4RK4T CCG: ):B CGC: H4H4H4 CHW: Karkey has sleeping pr96lems 6ut came t9 visit me in the 6u66le~ CCG: YOU'RE ALL ASSES. I'LL SMITE EVERYONE IN THIS MEMO. CCG: KANKRI SHUT UP. CCG: ANYWAYS. CEB: i mean, i guess that's one way to do it. have you tried laying in a troll slime bed thing and closing your eyes? CHW: # I'll shut up, s9rry CCG: NO, JOHN, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NEVER TRIED TO FALL ASLEEP BY NORMAL MEANS, NOT EVEN A SINGLE FUCKING TIME IN MY WHOLE LIFE. WHAT A RIDICULOUS CONCEPT! CHW: # sn9rt CEB: you should try it sometime. :B CHW: # y9ung me was the same CCG: I WANT TO THROTTLE YOU. CGC: C4LM 1T HOT HORNS CHW: Karkey d9n't use vi9lence CCG: YOU JUST CALLED ME KARKEY IN FRONT OF A GOOD NUMBER OF PEOPLE. CCG: I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING KNEECAPS. CHW: Yes? Is, that a pr96lem? I th9ught- 6ut, its just a cute nickname CHW: # sad CCG: I'M DYING INSIDE. CEB: rest in peace. </3 CGG: oh, gosh, i think we just derailed a bit CCG: I'M FORCING ERIDAN TO GET HIS ASS OUT OF BED SO HE CAN JOIN THIS MEMO. CGC: OH GOG CEB: i don't think there was ever any rails. CHW: 9h g9d CHW: Why 6ring the Amp9ra int9 this? CGC: 1M JUST SLOWLY F4D1BG 4W4Y CCG: HEY, ERIDAN IS PRETTY COOL, SHUT THE FUCK UP GUYS. CHW: # Please d9n't ask me t9 get Cr9nus 6ecause I'd s99ner d9u6le die CHW: /:6 CCG: NO ONE SAID SHIT ABOUT CRONUS. YOU'RE THE ONE WHOSE MIND ALWAYS GOES TO HIM. CEB: i don't know either of them. CCG: THERE HE IS. HEY ERIDAN. CHW: My mind isn't ALWAYS 9n him CCG: YOU SURE? CGG: hi, eridan! CHW: 9h g9d h9w c9uld say such gr9ss stuff CURRENT caligulasAquarium [CCA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCA: hey CCG: IT REALLY SEEMS LIKE IT IS. CHW: Hell9 9ther amp9ra. CCG: YOU ALWAYS FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM DUDE. CHW: N-n9 n9 I am n9t! CCG: HIS NAME IS ERIDAN, NOT "OTHER AMPORA". CHW: I d9 n9t always 6ring up Cr9nus. # excuse me while I g9 thr9w up CCG: DUDE. CCA: lets not talk about that primitivve praisin lump a grease in my prescence the read a such comparisons alone makes me wwanna throww up CCG: JEEZ, OK. SOMEBODY'S IN DENIAL. CCA: lets just CHANGE the topic entirely howw about that CCG: FOR ONCE I AGREE WITH ERIDAN. CHW: I agree with y9u CHW: Lets, talk a69ut instead, s9mething much less upsetting f9r all CEB: cats. CCG: EVERY TIME KANKRI SAYS A WORD THAT HAS THE LETTERS "BO" IN IT I LAUGH. CCG: I HAVE THE MINDSET OF A WRIGGLER. CGC: BO CHW: Yeah, sure, lets d9 that. Cats are nice, s9ft. CCG: 69. CHW: 699 CGC: W41T 1 FORGOT 1M NOT K4NKR1 CHW: hahaha CGC: FUCKS S4K3 CCG: YOU GOOD TEREZI? CHW: Terezi, are y9u 9kay CGC: Y34H CEH ceased responding to memo. CGG: ok, here's a cat video CGG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_S5cXbXe-4 CEB: ehehe. 69 CCA: its ignominious havvin to read evverythin you guys say to each other CCG: I WANT MY GAMZEE TO COME ONLINE SO HE CAN GET HIS ASS IN THIS MEMO BUT HE NEVER COMES ONLINE UNTIL LIKE. CCG: 3PM AT THE EARLIEST. CCG: AND CURRENTLY IT'S ONLY 1. CCG: UNFORTUNATE. CHW: 9h, its 4:13 here CTT ceased responding to memo. CHW: 9h, 6ake it, I supp9se CCG: WACK. CCG: SLAHOUDGIASUHKDHASDGEYRIUEJRFJDHSK CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: Uh. CCG: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT. CTT: Me. CTT: Thats whom CCG: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU. CGG: oh, hi there! CTT: Hey owo CGC: WHO CCA: you havve no idea the extent i gotta crain my neck to be able to see your dastardly lightened text colour CCG: OWO. CCG: UWU. CHW: Karkat has s9me 9f the 6est reacti9ns CGC: TH3 FUCK 1S YOU CEB: gotta put my glasses on to read that color. CTT: Okay CTT: Has my family seriously forgotten me CCG: YOUR TEXT COLOR IS THE SAME COLOR AS A LEMON CANDY CANE I JUST GOT DONE BREAKING MY FUCKING TEETH ON. CHW: Even I am struggling, may6e its 6ecause my eyes d9n't exactly have pupils th9ugh CCG: YOUR FAMILY? CTT: That's sad as shit. CCG: YOU HAVE A FAMILY? CCG: I FEEL BAD FOR THEM, HOLY SHIT. CGC: HUH CGC: 1M SO CONFUS3D CCA: maybe its cause your busy ogglin that tommyrotted shitwwit alternate a myself CCG: ME TOO. CCA: evver think about that CGC: SOM3ON3 F1LL M3 1N WH4T TH3 FUCK SORT OF BR41N C3LL 4M 1 M1SS1NG CTT: Wow. CCG: ERIDAN, DON'T START SHIT. CCG: TEREZI I KIN THAT STATEMENT. CEB: karkat and i share -3 braincells. CCA: im not startin shit kar i am being nothin but CIVVLIZIED and PROPER here just by the basic vvirtue a me talkin CCG: YEAH. CCA: oh fuck CCA: my browwnies CCA: bee ar be CGC: 4LSO SHUT TH3 FUCK YOU F1SH WHY DONT YOU GO SUCK YOURS3LF L1K3 YOU DO 3V3RY N1GHT CCG: DEAR GOD. CEB: wow! damn. CTT: God damn it CGC: Y34H CCG: TEREZI SNAPPED. CGC: 1M 1N 4 B1T OF 4 B4D MOOD TOD4Y SORRY 3V3RYON3 CTT: I looked away for a bit and I return to chaos. Good god. CCG: JAMES CHARLES VOICE. SISTER SNAPPED. CTT: DAMN IT CTT: Stop. CEB: karkat please no. CTT: Fighting CTT: H CGC: R1GH TOK CGC: FORGOT HOW TO FUNCT1ON CCA: ivve hardly said anythin deservvin a vvitriol and scorn rez wwhy dont you shovve your tongue wwhere your crimson eyesockets are you are such a pain in my ass connivvin blueberry CCA: i mean i wwasnt evven TALKIN to you CCG: OK, EITHER DIRK OR THE LEMON GUY IS GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE THEIR TEXT COLOR. CCG: I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. CCA: mind your owwn business CTT ceased responding to memo. CCG: ONE OF YOU BITE THE BULLET AND CHANGE IT. CCG: OH. CCG: THAT WORKS TOO. CCG: BYE DIRK. CGG: :/ CEB: i thought dirk was the lemon guy damn. CGC: OK WH4T3V3R 3R1D4N CCG: NO, HE'S THE ORANGE GUY. CCA: hey kar CCG: HEY. CHW: W-wait ARE Y9U SAYING THAT I AM HAVING A HARD TIME SEEING 6ECAUSE IM F9CUSED 9N CR9NUS???? CGC: S4D S4CK CCG: WHAT. CCA: wwhy dont wwe ditch this popsickle stand CCG: FOR FUCK'S SAKE KANKRI, YOU'RE SLOW AS HELL. CCG: HUH? CTT: Son of a bitch CEB: at the bottom of the screen it looked the same okay? CGC: WH4T CCG: WE? AS A COLLECTIVE? CTT: What are you even fighting about CGC: OK4Y 1 G1V3 UP TRY1NG TO COMPR3H3ND CCG: ME TOO. CGG: i don't even know CHW: Im s9rry that p9rrim pestered me and this mem9 is flying CCA: im just sayin this display is nothin but a bloody mess a recalictrant scorn wwe might as wwell hang out or somethin you and i CHW: Im s9 fucking pissed right n9w CCA: plus CCA: past you DID say hed be wwillin to do so CTT: Trigger warning CCG: I MEAN CHW: # Fr9thing Rage CCG: OK. CGC: K4NKR1 SW34R1NG 1S 4 W34R OCC4S1ON WH4TS UP CHW: # literal fire in my eyes CCA: really you arent bee essin me here CCG: I DON'T MIND HANGING OUT IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO DO. CTT: EVERYONE BE TRIGGERED CCG: NO, I'M NOT. CGC: C4NT R3L4T3 CCG: KANKRI IS GOING OFF THE SHITS HELP. CGC: WHY CCA: my hivve or yours CTT: OH SHIT GUARD THE STAIRS CHW: Fucking I cant 6ELIEVE y9u w9uld say such gr9ss stuff CGC: WH4T CTT: They be FALLING DOWN THEM CHW: # Fucking flipping my literal shit CGC: W H 4 T CGC: HDU13F U1H RFR CGC: R3QFH1UCRH FRGHTVU 5G CGC: GTJ1 VRGT CTT: oh my God. CCA: wwoww that strawwberry shortcake is such a flippin drama machine it is truly pathetic CGC: V3GGU9TR CGC: GU9TRHY CTT: AUshdgdhd CTT: Jdhdbsnstshhdgd CGC: HTR9UHT3UH3 CTT: Dtthshshskwhe CTT: D CEB: what is CCA: shut the hell up CEB: stop CGC: 3UH9TRHUYR4U CHW: Eridan G9 FUCK Y9URSELF CTT: No CHW: Cause # N9 9ne else will CGC: BGT90YBH CCG: RIGHT NOW I FEEL LIKE THIS IS THE TEXTUAL EQUIVALENT OF SCREAMING TO MAKE MY VOICE HEARD OVER A LOUD CROWD TO COMMUNICATE WITH ERIDAN. CCG: HELP. CTT: Uncle John what the fuck is good going on CCA: this is exactly wwhy you and i ought to be messagin each other separately CGC: W3LL TH3N HOW 4BOUT TH1S CCA: glad youre agreein wwith me bro i can alwways count on you CGG: oh, gosh! CEB: i'm sorry what? CCG: OK, FUCK, DM ME ERIDAN. CCG: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING. CCA: wwhy dont you dee em me CCG: IT WAS YOUR IDEA! CCG: BUT FINE. I'LL BE THE MATURE ONE. CHW: Eridan said I c9uldn't see lem9n candy text 6ecause I was f9cused 9n Cr9nus. When we all had pr96lems with the c9l9r CGG: gamzee is here CGC: FOR FUCKS S4K3 CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: HeY. CTT: Oh honkY CCA: ugh CGC: OH H3LL NO CCG: KANKRI, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND COOL IT BEFORE I BAN YOU. CTT: HEY CCG: ERIDAN, DON'T PROVOKE HIM LIKE THAT. CTT: God damn it why are you so rude to each other CHW: H9w w9uld y9u feel if s9me9ne said such a thing a69ut y9u Karkat? CCG: NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION, LEMON MAN. CCA: wwhat do you mean provvoke wwho CCG: GO SUCK A CACTUS. CTT: Yeah. CCA: i havve no idea wwho the hell you are talkin about CEB: i really have no idea what's happening. CGC: M3 4ND G4MZ33 DONT H4V3 4 GOOD H1STORY TOG3TH3R CCA: i havvent been provvokin no one wwhat a slanderous thing to imply CHW: # g9es t9 sweater t9wn CCG: EVERYONE STOP TALKING. CHW: # huffs CCG: LET ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. CGC: 1 TH1NK TH4TS 4 V4L1D 3NOUGH R34SON CCA: ill havve you knoww that crimson soaked sack a lard has been provvokin ME if anythin CTT: Okay. CCG: ERIDAN. CCG: SHUT. CCG: UP. CCG: FOR ONCE. CCG: PLEASE. CHW: Fucking WHAT CCA: ok fine CTT: #shooshpap CCA: wwhat do i care any wway CCG: KANKRI. CCG: DON'T START. CGC: TH1S 1S 4 M3SS CCG: I'M TRYING TO MEDIATE HERE. CTT: #shooshpap CCG: LEMON GUY, FUCK OFF. CHW: I'm N9T starting it, HE DID CHW: # Excuse CURRENT turntechGodhead [CTG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTG: "comfy place" my ass CTT: #SOOOooos- CCG: DAVE. CCG: HELP. CGC: YOU KNOW 1TS 4LL GON3 TO SH1T WH3N K4RK4T 1S TH3 ON3 TRY1NG TO M4K3 3V3RYON3 C4LM CCA: wwoah bro this is nothin if not flatterin but i dont think auspitizism is really the sorta establishment you should be sullyin yourself into at this moment no offense CTG: i wasn't even paying attention CTG: what's happening CCG: WAIT YOU'RE NOT THE DAVE I'M FAMILIAR WITH. I'M BLIND AND CAN'T READ HANDLES. CCG: ERIDAN I'LL KILL YOU. CTT: People being assholes CCA: uh CEB: it's, uh, chaotic. CHW: Please d9 CCA: wwoww CHW: WAIT CHW: D9NT CGG: the memo went crazy CCA: talk about straight forwward CHW: I d9nt want him in the 6u66les! CCG: I SWEAR I AM THIS CLOSE CCG: | | CCG: THAT CLOSE CCG: TO KICKING BOTH OF YOU. CCG: TEST ME. CHW: Karkat... CTT: I'm Dani terezi. Can ya use your like seer powers CCA: hmm CGC: H1T 1T F3RG13 CCA: wwell ok CCA: brb CHW: # p9uting CGC: D4N1 WHO CCG: CRY ABOUT IT, YOU LITTLE FUCK. CGC: WHO TH3 FUCK 1S YOU CTT: IM FROM EARTH C. CGC: 4H OK4Y CHW: I th9ught y9u cared a69ut me 9r s9mething.. I guess I was wr9ng. CGC: 1 KNOW SOM3ON3 C4LL3D D4N1 H4H4 CFL ceased responding to memo. CTT: Kankri. CCG: OH HERE WE FUCKING GO WITH THE GUILT TRIPPING. CEB: this is just what i needed to add a little spice to my afternoon. CCG: MARVELOUS. CTT: It's okay my boi CCG: THIS MEMO SINGLEHANDEDLY MANAGED TO KILL THE BRAIN CELLS I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE. CCA: hey im back CHW: # sulking CTT: Sometimes you gotta just go to sweater town CGG: :/ yeah, it's so crazy CEB: we just have -69 braincells now. CCG: KANKRI, I CARE MORE THAN ENOUGH ABOUT YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS MEMO FOR THAT MATTER, WHICH IS PRECISELY WHY I WANT YOU KNOCK THE BULLSHIT OFF AND STOP FIGHTING! CCG: I DON'T WANT ANYONE UPSET. CTT: #papshhosj CTT: Neither do i CCG: WELCOME BACK ERIDAN. CCG: OH FUCK GAMZEE IS ONLINE. CGC: C4N W3 JUST S4Y OK K4NKR1 YOU W3R3NT FOCUS1NG ON CRONUS TH3 T3XT W4S TOO H4RD TO R34D BUT TH4TS NO ON3S F4ULT CCA: thanks CTT: Let's back this up. CTG ceased responding to memo. CGC: 4ND 3R1D4N DONT G3T WORK3D UP OV3R K4NKR1 CHW: Thank y9u Terezi CGC: GOOD CCG: MY PURRBEAST IS STEPPING ONY M KEYYBOARD CCG: '; CCG: HELP. CTC: WhAt ThE MoThErFuCk Is EvEn HaPpEnInG. CGC: H4H4 CGC: TO MUCH TO B3 HON3ST CCG: GAMZEE DO YOU CARE IF I ADD ANOTHER GAMZEE TO THIS MEMO? THE MORE THE MERRIER, RIGHT? CCG: DOUBLE THE CLOWNERY? CGC: TW1C3 TH3 HONKS OH FUCK CTC: I DoNt CaRe. CTT: Okay. Mom Jade, of you remember hug me before I have a panic attack CGG: oh, gosh CHW: # deep 6reathing CCA: wworked up CCA: pshhh thats a fuckin laugh CCA: as if id let some detestable sack a ruddy text get me wworked up that foul no good pleb is hardly wworth steppin near my shadoww and at this point im findin all his petty references to my alternate to be nothin more than a salaicious display a utright denial CGC: WHY H4S TH1S 4LL GON3 TO SH1T -- CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] seriously more confused then my session made me -- CTT ceased responding to memo. CHW: # Karkat he's starting it again CGC: 1 D1DNT KNOWHOW TO WORD 1T OK4Y SH33SH CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: Son of a bitch CTT: Better CGC: 3R1D4N JUST STOP OK4Y C4N W3 4GR33 TH4T 1T W4S NO ON3S F4ULT CTT: Can you see me now CCA: sure wwhat evver CTT: Am I less lemonade CGC: GOOD CCA: its not like i actually care about wwhat happens in this line a convversation anywway CCA: hes the one wwho started it CTT: Gucci CHW: # Watching y9u CGC: 4LR1GHTY CGC: OK4Y CEB: are you guys chill now? is that done? CTT: I guess. CEB: fantastic. CTT: But this hype train. CCA: wwhered kar go CGC: HOP3 SO CGG: i hope so, too CCG: NOWHERE. CTT: Oh fuc CCG: WHY? MISS ME? CCA: hey CTT: Shi CCG: HEY. CTT: Hey CHW: 9h- I think I just realized s9mething. # Lips l9cked tight CCG: HUH? CGC: WH4T CGC: T1GHT 4SSHOL3 CGC: H4H4 CHW: N9 n9, I d9n't want t9 start any drama. CCA: wwhy dont you lock your fingers tighter methinks theyre the ones causin all this repartee any wway CHW: I'll just, privately tr9ll karkat and tell him CCG: TELL ME IN DMS KANKRI. I'M YOUR DANCESTOR. CCG: OH. CCG: GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. FUCK YEAH. CGC: HUH CEB: well now i'm curious. CGC: M3 TOO CCG: HEY IT'S ANOTHER GAMZEE. CCG: ONE I ACTUALLY AM FAMILIAR WITH. CGC: OH OK CTC: WeLcOmE BrOtHeR. CHW: Its s9mething that y9u all pr96a6ly c9uld have figured 9ut 9n y9ur 9wn, when thinking hard 9n what Amp9ras are very kn9wn f9r. CGC: SORRY 1F 1 S33M 4 B1T OFF CCG: OH GOD. PAST taciturnlyCataclysmal [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PTC: HeLl yEaH, hOw'S It gOiNg? :o) CCG: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN THE PAST CGG: hi there! CCG: WHAT THE FUCK CHW: I'm sure if y9ur g99d at paying attenti9n the pieces will f9rm the wh9le puzzle f9r y9u t99 CGG: ok, that's weird CCG: ALSO, KANKRI, THAT THING YOU JUST MESSAGED ME? WACK. CCA: soon enough ill be knowwn for slittin your detestable carcass ovver my owwn personal grubloaf bun if you dont keep my name from your ovverbitten mouth mutant CCG: I DON'T KNOW IF I BELIEVE IT. CHW: True th9ugh CCA: howw about that CCG: ERIDAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? CCG: WHO IS THAT DIRECTED AT? CCG: I'M SO LOST. CGC: STOOOOP CHW: Thats at me CHW: Karkat CCA: kankri a course wwho else CCG: GAMZEE. HELP ME. CCG: PLEASE. CHW: he is attacking me CHW: again CHW: 6ut # I started it CHW: # r9lls eyes CGG: this is already too much... CGG: :/ CHW: # have t9 tell y9u im r9lling my eyes 6ecause, N9 pupils 6ut whatever CCG: OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? CHW: # Amp9ra is a castest prick CTC: CaN I HaVe ThE HeAdS ErIdAn BrO? CCG banned CCA from responding to memo: [TIME OUT.]. CCG banned CHW from responding to memo: [TIME OUT.]. CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE.

---- Was kicked for time out ----

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE. CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: OH GOD. CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG: oh, again? CHW: # Excuse y9u PAST taciturnlyCataclysmal [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PTC: So wHaT ThE MoThErFuCk'S ThIs mEmO AlL AbOuT? CCG: I SWEAR IF YOU TWO GO BACK AT IT I'LL FUCKING BAN YOU BOTH PERMANENTLY. CURRENT gallowsCalibratorr [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGC: NO 1D34 CCG: WE'RE UH CCG: BONDING. CHW: He was the 9ne wh9 threatened t9 slit my thr9at CURRENT caligulasAquarium [CCA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCA: no wworries CCG: GROUP BONDING TIME. CCA: i wwas just leavvin any wway CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: The other kids are coming CCG: KANKRI SHUT UP. STOP DRAGGING IT ON. CTT: Yeet CCG: I'LL SCOLD HIM LATER. CGG: sorry, i meant to make this for fun stuff, but it went crazy over time CHW: Y9ud 6etter CCG: YOU TWO ARE LIKE FUCKING WRIGGLERS I SWEAR. CCA ceased responding to memo. CCG: I'M LOSING MY MIND. PTC: WeLl i gUeSs tHaT'S AlL GoOd, sHiT TeNdS To uP AnD GeT AlL FuCkIn cRaZy sOmEtImEs. CTT ceased responding to memo. CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: HoNk :O) PTC: HoNk CTC: HoNk PTC: HoNk CCG: HONK. CGC: OH NO CTC: HoNk CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: oh jesus CCG: HONK. PTC: HoNk CGC: STOP CURRENT theJaceofspades [CTJ] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTJ: Haha I just broke into my sister's computer CTC: HoNk CGC: FUCK CCG: HONK. PTC: HoNk CHW: (( i didnt know it actually made the noise if you typed honk oh fuck that startled me xDD )) CTC: HoNk. CCG: HONK. CGC: HONK CTJ: Oh shit CCG: HONK. CHW: h9nk CHW: 9h CGC: 1T D1DNT WORK CTJ: ((shit man)) CEB: hehehe. CHW: quirks n9t all9wed CCG: THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS WHENEVER I GET IN A MEMO. CCG: EVERYONE STARTS HONKING. CGC: H4H4 CTJ: Oh CCG: IT HAPPENED IN FUCK BUCKETS TOO. I STILL FEEL BAD FOR JOHN. CCG: I ALSO FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT I MEAN BY FUCK BUCKETS. PTC: EvErYoNe aLl kNoWs yOuR FuCkIn mEaNiNg bEhInD ThAt. CTJ: I'm going to get a worshipper of the dark carnival CCG: NO. CCG: GAMZEE. CTJ: Then honk everyday bro CCG: IT WAS THE NAME OF A MEMO WE HAD ONCE. CTJ: I will do it PTC: HoNk CCG: I'M GOING TO FUCKING SLAM MY FACE INTO MY KEYBOARD. CTC: ThAt WaS A GrEaT MeMo. CTJ: I'm going to get her CGC: 1M GO1NG TO L1ST3N TO 4 SONG CEB: i know i was there, but what happened to be in fuckbuckets? PTC: HaHaHaHa, dOn'T Be dOiNg tHaT BeSt fRiEnD. jUsT GeT YoUr cHiLlS GoInG StRoNg. CTC: UnTiLl YoU MoThErFuCkInG KiCkEd Me. CGC: WH3N 1 COM3 B4CK HOP3FULLY 4LL 1S B3TT3R CHW: If y9u d9, may6e, y9u can visit Karkat? CTJ: I know. CCG: I KICKED YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE ABOUT TO EXPOSE ME, GAMZEE. CTJ: Wait CCG: ALSO. CCG: YEAH KANKRI. CCG: ALSO. CTC: EvErY OnE KnOwS. CTJ: If kankri has a Chum handle now CCG: TO THE OTHER GAMZEE. CCG: YEAH OK. CTJ: Then that means. CTJ: O. CCG: OH MY GOD. CTJ: Fuc CHW: ? CCG: GAMZEE I SWEAR I'LL KICK YOU FROM THIS MEMO TOO. CHW: It means I d9wnl9aded the alternian tr9llian CCG: CURRENT GAMZEE. CTJ ceased responding to memo. CCG: I CAN'T FUCKING WRAP MY HEAD AROUND THERE BEING TWO GAMZEES. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. PTC: AwWw dOn'T Be fUcKiN ThReAtEnInG A BrO. CCG: ONE OF YOU HAS TO GO. ANY VOLUNTEERS? CCG: NOT YOU! CCG: I'M THREATENING TO KICK THE OTHER GAMZEE. PTC: I'M KnOwInG, kArBrO. CURRENT stitchedSilence [CSS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CSS: :o€ CCG: AAAAA MY THINKPAN IS ACHING. CCG: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT EMOJI. CTC: NaH Im MoThErFuCkInG GoOd RiGhT HeRe. CCG: THEN. CCG: SHUT UP. CHW: C:6 CTC: HoNk BrO Is ChIlL. CCG: AND WE CAN ALL LIVE HAPPILY. CCG: WITH KARKAT'S SECRETS HIDDEN. CCG: OKAY? CHW: I mistyped CURRENT turntechDumbass [CTD] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTD: jade was right this is whack CSS: WHAT THE FUCK. IS HONKING UP IN THIS BITCH CCG: HONK. CHW: I saw 'kurl9z' and meant t9 type D:6 CTC: HoNk. CCG: OH FUCK IT'S DAVE. CCG: HONK. CTD: oh fuck its karkat CGG: honk CCG: GET OUT. CTC: HoNk. CSS: HONK! CTD: what no i just got here CSS: :o) CTD: bitch CCG: BITCH. CSS: #signlanguage

---- My computer glitched so it closed ----

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE. CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: UH. CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: HoNk. CCG: LIKE WHO? CURRENT stitchedSilence [CSS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CSS: :o) CSS: :o) CSS: ? CHW: My c9mputer decided that it wasn't happy, s9 it cl9sed. CURRENT gallowsCalibratorr [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGC: OK GUYS 1M H4V1NG 4 P4N1C 4TT4CK TH1S 1S SO STR3SSFUL BY3 CCG: OH SHIT. CSS: SO IS MY MOUTH CSS: Closed CSS: SHUT. CHW: D:6 CCG: IS THAT FUCKING KURLOZ I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION CCG: I'M SO LOST. PAST taciturnlyCataclysmal [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PTC: SeE Ya, fUcKiN BlInD AsS BiTcH. CHW: yes, thats Kurl9z... CHW: # shivers CCG: EW. CSS: Yeah tell me about it. CCG: WHO INVITED HIM HERE? CHW: N9t me CURRENT turntechDumbass [CTD] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTD: god damn. CCG: NOT ME EITHER. CTD: trolls are whack CHW: I w9uld prefer t9 keep my distance fr9m any murder9us cl9wns CCG: YOU'RE WHACK. CCG: BAD WHACK. CCG: HEY. CSS: So are clowns :o) CHW: # After all, it feels t9 much like my culler... CTD: im the best whack CCG: GAMZEE IS RIGHT THERE. CCG: DON'T BE INSENSITIVE. CHW: I said murder9us CGC ceased responding to memo. CCG: YEAH? CHW: I think thats fair CCG: DID I STUTTER? CCG: ANYWAY. PTC: HaHaH. CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL-AVkOgO-k CHW: I think its fair t9 n9t want t9 6e near murderers CSS: Hey. Chill bros CTC: :O) CCG: WHY IS THE FUCKING O CCG: A CAPITAL? CCG: I HATE THAT. CHW: If meenah were in here, I'd 6e nerv9us a69ut that t99 CCG: FIX YOUR FUCKING EMOJI. CTC: My QuIrK Is GeTtInG In ThE MtHeRfUcKiNg WaY. PTC: WiSh i cOuLd bE KnOwInG. CHW: # pr96a6ly nerv9us ar9und any 9f my 'friends' that aren't p9rrim 9r latula. PTC: :o) PTC: :o) CCG: JUST FUCKING CSS: :o) CTC: :O) CCG: CONVERT :O TO :o PTC: HoNk CCG: PROBLEM SOLVED. CSS: Meulin is having otp cardiac arrest CCG: WHAT. CTD: the comfy place has turned into clown church CSS: I GOT TO GO HELP A BITCH CHW: 9ver which c9uple? CCG: FEAR. CSS: EH. CGG: oh, ss, you reminded me of something CCG: YEAH WHICH COUPLE? CSS: ERIDAN AND SOLLUX CCG: OH GOD. CTD: oh shit CSS: #SHIVERS CHW: # unc9mf9rta6le CSS: I got her into to much black shi CSS: Shit. CTC: :o) CGG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0HdydxuDo CHW: # 6etter them than s9me9ne else th9ugh CCG: MY PURRBEAST IS TICKLING MY NECK WITH HIS WHISKERHESHHSHDK CSS: It's personally my fault CCG: HHKJHGF CSS: Forgive me. CCG: I'M HAVING HEART FAILURE. CTD: tell your cat hes fucking cute as hell CSS: Ah. CCG: NO. CHW: Kurl9z, please, leave the 6lack stuff t9 y9u, she, already has s9 much 9n her plate with red r9m ships # l9l CSS: Hold on CTD: please he needs to know CSS: #l:ol CCG: HE'S A LITTLE BASTARD. CCG: KIND OF LIKE YOU. CSS: hold on. CTD: im only partially a bastard but still let him know CSS: What the ever loving motherfuck. CCG: EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS MEMO SUCKS EXCEPT FOR PAST GAMZEE. CSS: SHIT MY WRIGGLER IS HONKING MY HORN PILE CHW: # 9uch CSS: So proud CSS: #crie CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: i have done nothing to deserve this! CCG: YOU EXISTED. CSS: #:o€ CSS: Neither have i CHW: # D9u6le 9uch CEB: damn, guess i'll stop existing. CGG: :( CCG: PLEASE DO. CSS: She grew up so fast CCG: KARKAT STOP BEING AN ASSHAT. CGG: please don't say that :( CSS: Karkat what be your problems CEB: :'B CSS: You need to chill before CHW: Karkat? Y9u just t9ld y9urself t9 st9p, are y9u 9kay? CCG: SORRY. CCG: YES. CCG: I'M FINE. CSS: #hedosomthing:o( CCG: I JUST REALIZED I WAS BEING A DICK. CHW: # C9ncerned Dancest9r CSS: Yeah. CCG: WAIT KANKRI CSS: #shooshpapthatfucker CCG: I HAVE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING. CHW: yes? CSS: Gamzee have you passed out CCG: GO TO DMS FOR A SEC. CSS: :o? CTC: No. CSS: God CSS: God. CSS: Meulin freaking son of- CSS ceased responding to memo. CCG: WHERE'D PAST GAMZEE GO? CTC: YoU MeAn ThE MeSsIaHs? PTC: :o) CCG: THERE HE IS. CTC: ThE ReAl MeSsIaHs. CCG: COMFORT ME. THIS MEMO IS GIVING ME CARDIAC ARREST. CTC: NoT ThE FaKe MeSsIaHs. PTC: YoU'Re fUcKiN SPECIAL YOU MOTHERFUCKIN mOtHeRfUcKeR. CURRENT cardiacOtps [CCO] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCO: 333333333333333!<3 PTC: YoU'Ve gOt tHe gReAtEsT Of fUcKiN SeLvEs iN YoU. :o) CCO: Inpuring! CTD: that wisdom CHW: I can certainly say that I am successfully triggered 6y t9days mem9 and events. CTD: i felt that shit PTC: Go fUcK YoUrSeLf, oThEr kArKaT. PTC: :o) PTC: HoNk hOnK CHW: Might even need t9 g9 talk t9 P9rrim CCO: Wow! CTC: :o) CHW: ...? w-why? CCO: Your just like kurlos CHW: # Fine. I'll leave CHW ceased responding to memo. PTC: GoOd sHiT. CCO: When he was a kid

---- I left because I didn’t want to start another fight ----

#cgs comfy place #memo #pesterlog #on pesterchum #pesterchum #trollian #roleplay #rp #kankri vantas

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inhalareexhalare · 6 years ago

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Dianne Is so Awesome but She Might Freak If She Saw Me Post About That/Whatever the Hell Is Happening to Me

I managed to speak with more confidence over the phone with my boss, Dr. Seth. And then I initiated a long conversation with Ms. Dianne that lasted for almost an hour until my boss arrived so we each had to return to our work hahaha

So many stories! I admire her capacity to be patient with people and her capability to keep conversations bright without sacrificing her own feelings. She is driven to be truthful to people, and not just the if-I-am-asked kind; she has the initiative to tell you things that she feels bothered about in you, but with genuine compassion that you don’t feel attacked at all.

She knows how to balance yourself with other people. She knows how to balance teamwork with self-improvement. Most of all, she never allows an external, material, temporary thing to be a basis of motivation. She believes in having a real sense of purpose.

She is the kind of girl who lives in the company of people. She thrives in it.

I admire how she can balance the energy of a conversation (I made sure to let her know this). She doesn't extinguish the negative parts, but she balances it out with her own positive energy. Allowing other people to remember to heal themselves in the process. Spreading a remembrance of hope.She does all this, and she does it without knowing. I can tell she enjoyed trying to really answer why and how she does it.

I don’t have to thrive in it, but I’d like to be able to at least develop it as a skill, so I can also bring people up.

She believes in positive reinforcement, in motivating people to get better by themselves, rather than punishment that might work short-term but in the end kills what matters most.

That is true. I should do my best too.

2019-01-15 10:08 Philippines Friday

To Karu:

i have a letter for you and it contains a bigger perspective to whatever the hell it is that is happening to me

i'm so sorry

After sleeping alone two nights in a row, (the first night with my blood vessels boiling, figuratively, from who knows why, after Karu announced he’ll be away to a beautiful place) I just heard from him (he called me just now) and I felt so...cold. Like, dead cold. I was bitter. Monotone. Indifferent.

I can very easily tell you about my loneliness, reader, and although I won't expound on it I can very easily give some trusted friends a primer about it, but Karu is different. Somehow I feel so restrained to do that, and it's something I'm doing to myself.

I feel so desperate to hide it. It reminds me of how I maintain an icy poker face when others used to bully me (and gave up soon enough because I was indifferent). Is Karu a bully to me? I don't think so. But it's there. The fear of revealing more than I am comfortable to.

So here’s what I found out, in letter form for Karu to read (o my lord i am so sorry you ended up with a person like me who has low understanding of her own emotions):

Why am I so bitter to you

when we speak?

It’s like I don’t want to show

the loneliness inside me

in front of you

I fully enjoy everything

else that is happening

but your voice reminds

me too much of something that I long for

and, in self-dialogue, the second part:

that makes sense.

bitter is a plant

that is taken cared of poorly

but you’re not a plant, are you?

you’re the number one care you have

so be okay with being lonely

be kind to yourself

water yourself as often as necessary

you don’t need to fear yourself

anymore

Also me, to Karu:

(he needs help to prepare gig clothes for tomorrow, so i’m probably the one available to do just that. he also said he’d be there with me tonight, but even that possibility is something i’m avoiding right now. i’m too scared to hope when i’m on bitter/sulk mode.

i usually enjoy doing stuff for him but i’m still transitioning from feeling bitter... it takes work. i won’t give up!)

is it oki if [lobo] gets some snack later? i know it's not good to indulge but i might get pissy and stuff doing laundry and getting pissed for no reason haha

From Karu:

Yassss! Although the only thing that needs manual washing is the white button down

To Karu:

unless i get too lazy to bring laundry bags to the laundry shop of course hahaha i honestly think that's more likely to happen XD

my sulky mode needs a lot of working on, and i won't give up, so that might change but this is my mood right now haha still trying to transition properly

From Karu:

It's okay. I can take the stuff to the shop. If I get home early, I should also be able to cook

[Karu] gonna take care of sulky [Lobo]

Will gib hugs toooooo

To Karu:

:< thanks

From Karu:

It all gud. I just have to get home hahaha

That’s exactly the hope I’m avoiding right now I’ll just let him read this entry later...

From Karu (cont’d):

Do we haz laundry funds?

[Karu] is gonna get paid tomorrow ehehe

We will also try to start surviving on 200 pur dei

To Karu:

yes

okiii

From Karu:

Awesome heeheehee

Pork steak, yes?

To Karu:

....*•-•* nod

To be honest, I only ever use this awkwardly-self-made-but-too-accurate emoji with Karu. My poker face has zero capability to do this face (or any other emotional face) but the feeling tends to only apply to Karu.

From Karu:

I'll go see if we can go that route today If not, I'll just think of something else hahaha

Upper limit for food is 250 and lower limit is 150. So I guess we eat less now when we get carinderia food hahaha

Lez get you some art materials and get me some goddamn lessons and yaw yan

Would you like some paint to play with?

Oh fuck I gotta change my strings soon btw. Maybe April or June :)

To Karu:

let's find pout i guess. eating less will probably help me appreciate food more. anything in excess makes us feel sick.

Yaw Yan's good.

painting materials are crazy expensive though

From Karu:

Pout?

To Karu:

out

punintended

freudian slip

lof yu

From Karu:

We can save up for art stuff :)

To Karu:

morp

I notice that Karu isn’t using the “:))” today. Change of brain?

or maybe it’s just the mood.

I’m stopping here, it seems to be irrelevant now lol

2019-01-15 10:50 Philippines Friday

Feeling these things, I was about to do a last-minute ditch a.k.a. escape from my (previously initiated) informal lunch date with the big group of secretaries today, until Dianne reached out her hand to me.

She actually didn’t, but I swear, that was what it was like to me. All she did, really, was beckon. I don’t even think she did it consciously/purposefully. But that. That evaporated all the doubt that I had left of joining them for lunch.

Her hand in my mind, reaching out for mine. And I took it.

It is good to have good friends. She knows a little about my social anxiety since I told her about it this morning to celebrate and explain my celebration, of my progressing confidence in front of Dr. Seth.

That was what led to us having a long conversation. Halfway, I was almost losing attention, but I willed it on. It was just my fear that was trying to pull me out.

And I made it okay. We made it okay. Her hand, my hand.

I can’t give up now.

This is also training so I can reach out to people who might have similar struggles as myself.

2019-01-15 13:49 Philippines Friday

Aaand he's not home.

Well, I expected as much. It still stings a little though.

It seems he forgot it's Friday again. I get out of work an hour earlier than usual every Friday.

Actually, I don't even think he's coming for dinner tonight. I'm tired.

Guess I'm getting my own food and doing the laundry, then play some mind fucking games later. That should prep me up for tomorrow's story writing.

2019-02-15 18:04 Philippines Friday

Then again, life is only filled with uncertainties.

If I can't even embrace this, I've no right to pursue something as weird as psychology.

(Though I'd only apply this mindset to myself. Tough love works with myself most of the time. If it's my own voice HAHA I'm such a prideful creature.)

Speaking of psychology, what if I happen to unconsciously use Karu at this point in time as a hiding place from myself? My bitter/sulk mode as well as my nighttime separation anxiety are both based on fear of being alone to myself.

Alone with my thoughts. My ultimate chaos. My infantile order. I can't escape order for too long and hide in my mess of chaos. Order is in order. It won't do to just have chaos. I have to systemically know myself.

I didn't know Karu before, but I already had these things a long time ago. I always knew it never was Karu's fault or mistake, but could this be something closer to the truth?

I truly love him, but sometimes I feel weir. Maybe in those "sometimes," I use the warmth of our togetherness as a form of escapism.

Remember the letter I wrote earlier today?

"You don't need to fear yourself anymore."

The last line. I was worried at first that it didn't fit in my poem, especially that my head and hand just sort of spat it out there unconsciously. I seriously considered whether to delete it,

but I couldn't.

A slip of the pen?

I feel like I am closer to my personal truth. If you feel or think though, reader, that something's amiss or inconsistent with my observations and analysis, by all means please share your insight.

For now, I'll keep note of this.

To begin with, when I first was infatuated with Karu, my intention was just all him. He interested me very much. He is my first love. (I'm really lucky to be with someone as willing and patient as him. He isn't patient at all for most things, but he is when it matters.) (I always had a hard time being in love with others. I was indifferent a lot before. I had a sexual crush on my adopted older brother at age 5, and then a mutual crush with a high school close friend that I turned down because I got bored when he confessed. I know, I'm fucked up. But those are tales for another day.) Annnyway. And then I transitioned into the kind of sober love, where it felt like a deep ocean where my infatuation before was just a puddle.

But it never changed the fact that my intention was to make him happy. To love him. To give him affection, attention, and care.

I mean, who enters a relationship thinking, "I want to be with you to become a better person."

NO ONE does! But we all should!

With the all-for-the-other mindset we have, we risk destroying ourselves and even the other in the process.

It's all very romantic and courageous and admirable to have so much passion in caring for another, but forgetting yourself is setting both of you up in a pretty ugly loop.

Point is, getting into any kind of relationship just so you could celebrate not being alone anymore... Sends quite an important message.

You're uncomfortable with being alone with yourself.

You are who you end up with until the end of your life. Might as well learn to love this self.

It's important to take care of your social life, but you need to be doing it for the right reasons.

But don't worry, and don't punish yourself. It wastes time. When you find yourself in misalignment, reconfigure, and start over.

It's never too late, as long as you have breath and you have mind.

Stay Alive, everyone! Never stop learning.

I have feelings. That are unpleasant. That I look for other things that might take it away. But they're never taken away. Only hidden.

It's only now I realize (again), I've been trying to banish something important in me. These unpleasant feelings were treated poorly by myself. I didn't give them enough time. I'm too impatient, too afraid.

But now I remember. To let things go, you've got to let them in first.

Change usually involves more of involvement rather than stepping back.

And besides, learning to be comfortable with who you really are? I'd think that's the true, real love.

2019-02-15 19:13 Philippines Friday

I got to open up a bit about how I am sad to Karu last night.

Also, it's been a while, so I knew he was bursting. I helped him release.

Of course, that made it easy to thaw my ice. But I'd like to be able to learn how to show him more of my loneliness with more willingness.

#chrono7 #social #dianne #balance #self #reflection #quote #progress #mission #marriage #poetry #bitter #sulk #sad

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all-the-cliches-lwa · 7 years ago

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Decorating

Sooo, I joined a discord server recently and they started an event called @12daysofdiakkomas

While I doubt I have the time/inspiration to actually write for all 12 days, because work, this thing came to mind and I was like “why not?” I’m not sure how “diakkomas” it is but, it was how I was feeling.

So yeah, here’s a short little thing I did today. Hopefully it’s alright!

The house was full of festive joy and cheer.

Maids and butlers laughed with glee as they draped leafy garlands atop the railing of the stairs in the ballroom. The halls were filled with the sounds of merry chatter and lighthearted jest as the walls were decorated with ribbons, wreaths, and holly. The smell of baking gingerbread cookies wafted from the kitchen around the estate, its sweet, yet spiced, aroma instantly bringing a smile upon everyone’s face.

Even Anna, the strait-laced head maid couldn’t help but smile as she made her rounds around the house and inspected the hall, ensuring that all the decorations were in order.

And of course, at the center of it all, in the middle of the Cavendish ballroom, was a giant Spruce tree, towering up just a few feet below the chandelier.

Diana’s eyes twinkled as she looked up at the tree, herself already bouncing with excitement. A large blank canvas, just begging to be filled with as many ornaments as she could possibly get a hold of.

All she needed to do was wait for…

“Diana!”

Diana instantly whipped her head towards the door, the grin on her face growing ever wider.

“Mother!” Diana said as she ran towards her mother to trap her leg in a tight hug. “Is it time yet? Can we go do it now?!”

Bernadette giggled as she watched her daughter jump up and down.

“Of course we can dear.” Bernadette said with a smile. “Come and help me get the decorations so that we can start.”

“Okay!” Diana cheered, before letting go of her mother’s leg and speeding off into the halls towards the closet where her mother and her hid the Yule decorations every year.

Unfortunately, just like every year, Diana forgot one thing.

“Motheeeer! I can’t reach it!” Diana cried out as she reached her arms up as high as they could go, trying her best to jump up and reach the box at the top shelf of the closet. “It’s too high!”

Bernadette’s giggle grew louder as the sound of her child’s voice reached her ears. It was like this every year, and she couldn’t help but feel like it was the most adorable thing.

“I’m coming sweetheart. Just wait for a minute.”

Diana skipped as she rounded the tree, hanging shiny gold and silver baubles everywhere her little arms could reach.

“Diana dear?”

“Yes mother?” Diana answered back as she hung a bauble on the last branch that she could reach.

“I am going to need a little help,” Bernadette said as she stretched up as high as she could go. “I can’t seem to reach this one branch.”

Diana quickly ran to her mother, eager to help.

“So what can I do?” Diana asked, looking up at where her mother was trying to reach. “Wow that is high.”

“That is correct… it’s too high for me to reach…” Bernadette said before coyly turning towards Diana, “but I bet you could reach it if we work together. Would that be okay?” When Diana nodded, Bernadette’s smile brightened. “Good… now dear, please hold this?”

Diana reached up and grabbed the little angel from her mother’s hand. Before she could even think about how she would plan to put something up where even her mother couldn’t reach, she felt her mother lift her up off the ground by her waist and bring her up towards the tree. She giggled as she felt a bit of wind brush past her face on the way there.

“Now be a dear and put the angel right there.”

As soon as they finished hanging ornaments around the tree, Diana and her mother worked together to levitate the shimmering blue and white tinsel off of the floor and wrap it neatly around the tree.

With the tree fully decorated, there was only one more thing left to do.

“So Diana…”

Diana turned to her mother and smiled excitedly, a star instantly catching her eye.

“Wanna help me put the star on top of the tree?”

Diana blinked, and she was suddenly met with yet another one of Akko’s bright grins. Outstretched for her was a silvery blue four-pointed star, shaped almost exactly like the one that adorned Shiny Chariot’s hat back in their childhood.

Diana looked around and chuckled to herself.

She could see Anna scolding Amanda for attempting to hang up mistletoe flowers up on every doorframe. By the faint green glow, it appeared to be enchanted, no doubt by Sucy. If she had to guess, Diana could only assume Sucy had charmed them so that anyone who walked under would be forced to follow the old tradition.

Jasminka walked out of the halls with a plate piled on with gingerbread cookies, no doubt for the sleepover later tonight.

If she closed her eyes and focused, Diana could hear the sounds of one of Constanze’s machines humming through the halls and dusting everything in its wake, followed by the exasperated, yet amused, sighs and chuckles of her servants chasing after the young witch.

By the stairs, Hannah and Barbara were working together with another butler to set up the garlands atop the rails. By the corner, Lotte was singing, practicing for whatever it was Akko had planned for her team to do tonight.

And of course, at the center of it all, were her and Akko, currently working on decorating the Yule tree.

Had you told her a year ago this was what she would be doing as Yule approached, Diana likely would have scoffed at you. After all, the idea that she would have spent this time decorating her home… decorating a tree was just so preposterous. She hadn’t done so in years.

Not since her mother died.

Her servants had tried to coax her into it. Anna especially had asked her on numerous occasions over the years if she wished to decorate the house, just like when she was a child.

In her heart, Diana knew she always wanted to say yes… yet the idea of doing so without her mother always made it… feel empty. Desolate. As if something was so painfully missing.

Decorating a Christmas tree was always something she did with her mother… and with her mother gone, Diana thought she would never be able to do so again.

That was… until she met Akko. The girl who had never failed to surprise her. The girl who would find a way to do things and make things happen that Diana never would have even imagined possible.

Diana never could have imagined that her house could be filled with such joy and cheer… and yet here they were, her friends bustling around the halls and around the rooms, bringing with them the merry chaos that could only come from the people she had met and grown close to at Luna Nova.

Diana… never could have imagined her house could feel like a home again. Sure Anna and her servants were around to make it feel more homely… but it had always felt empty without her mother around. Aunt Darly was certainly no help, and neither were her cousins Merrill and Maril.

And yet… with Akko and her friends together, her estate was suddenly filled with such cheer and warmth… that it truly felt like a home once again.

And of course, Diana never expected that she’d willingly decorate another tree again… and yet all Akko had to do was ask, and Diana quickly jumped at the chance.

Even the shadow of emptiness that always found home in her heart around the holidays quickly found itself overtaken by the bright light that was Akko Kagari.

“Cmoooon Diana!” Akko whined. “My arm’s about to fall off! Do you wanna help put up the star or nooot.”

Diana once again snapped out of her thoughts before suddenly breaking into hearty laughter, her heart light and filled with mirth.

How long had it been since she felt any joy like this during the holidays?

Judging by the gasps from the servants she heard behind her… probably much too long.

“Dianaaaaa” Akko continued to whine, though the faint blush and shy smile on her face betrayed any actual signs of discomfort.

“Very well, I will help,” Diana finally said, her laughter finally clearing away. “I certainly hope you don’t plan on falling down. The tree is quite high up.” Diana said in jest.

“H-Hey! I’m not gonna fall down!” Akko complained. “What makes you think I’ll fall?!”

“Your track record speaks for itself Akko.” Diana deadpanned as she took the star from Akko’s hand.

“Y-yeah?! Well… if I always fall down, how come I haven’t hurt myself yet?” Akko asked as she pushed the lift Constanze had built for the both of them towards the tree before taking a step inside of it.

Diana walked up and joined Akko on the lift, there being just barely enough room for the both of them.

“That is because I am always around to ensure that it never happens.” Diana answered with a smirk.

Akko feigned shock and disbelief before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Exactly!” Akko finally said. “That’s how I know I’m not gonna fall down! Cause you’re always right here with me.” Akko finished with a bright smile.

A smile that overtook Diana’s mind, leaving her absolutely speechless. Certainly, she tried to speak words, but all that came out was a mess of stutters and sputters.

An issue that only grew worse when Akko pressed a quick chaste kiss on her lips, absolutely short-circuiting whatever was left of her thoughts.

Akko pulled back and giggled when she saw how wide Diana’s eyes had grown and just how red her face grew.

“Ehehe, now c'mon Diana!” Akko chirped as she wrapped her hands around her girlfriend’s, “We got a star to place!”

When Diana’s mind finally started working again, and the both of them managed to top the tree with the bright blue star, she couldn’t help but smile.

It had been ages since she could even imagine smiling while thinking about a decorated Yule tree. And yet, with Akko around, Diana was sure she’d never be able to look at one without smiling again.

And Diana most certainly intended to keep Akko around. For many more Yule celebrations to come.

#little witch academia #lwa #diakko #dianakko #akko kagari #diana cavendish #12 days of diakkomas

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thalia-amongst-the-thorns · 7 years ago

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OCKiss #5- Drunken Kiss

Party People

(Sasha/Ed)

The reflection staring back at Sasha is wild. Face flush, unruly cotton candy fluff hair spotted with chip crumbs. Their favorite lime green eyeshadow melting off into a sweaty mess on their dark cheek bones, Frosted Rose lip shimmer streaked across their chin and the rim of the red plastic cup cradled in their hand. Eheh, they looked sooooo cute, like a soupy clown, like a cute little soupy clownnnn. The heat in Sasha’s cheeks spikes and a flicker of yellow with splotches of orange spreads over their neck like a persistent rash.

“Ooooh no-no no no”, they giggle, waving a finger unsteadily at their reflection. “You stop that right now, soupy clown, you don’t-don’t want people to— “, their voice drops to a whisper, least someone outside hear, “—to find out your secret identity.”

They try to focus, can’t, finish off the last of their drink because they are probably just thirsty, got distracted trying to figure out what the sharp tang was (grape soda with vodka? Peach schnapps and blue Gatorade?), realize their shoes are missing and check the medicine cabinet and find a used nail file, and are half-way through buffing their toenails when someone pounds at the bathroom door.

“Occ-uuu-pied”, Sasha sing-songs. The pounding increases in tempo, rattling around in their head. Sasha stumbles, yanks her sandal off and chucks it at the door with a satisfying clunk. Oh, goody, that’s where they got to! “Wait your turn, pleases and thanks yous!”

“Christ Sasha, can you open the door?”

Oh. Oh-oh-oh they knew that voice. Sasha skids back to the mirror, wipes away the stray shimmer and eyeshadow, only now there’s Rose Frost on their cheeks instead. But it looks cute as hell as a highlight, so it’s really a bonus. The bathroom lock is stuck and Sasha jiggles and pulls at it before they lean against the door in exhausted frustration and it abruptly swings outward, sending them tumbling headlong into what feels like an animated lamppost, all long and gangly and hard.

“Eddy!!!” Sasha yells over the swell of music, hanging onto his shirt front. People are pressed in around them, the party still going strong. Ed glowers down, down, down at them, grabs onto their shoulders to steady them.

“What were you doing— “

“Where did Marcos go, he said he’d watch the door?”

Ed blinks, confused. Oh, he looked so cute when he was confused, a bemused giraffe with red wire rimmed glasses. “He said you needed help?”

“What?” Sasha blurts, then suddenly realizes what a smarty-smart Marcos was. Wasn’t Sasha just telling him how disappointed they were that Eddie was avoiding everyone and sulking in a dark corner? “Why yes”, they say self-assuredly, “yes, I do need help.”

They proudly point at their face where they can feel the dull warmth of the glow as it creeps up their neck to their ear. Ed starts in concern, glances anxiously around but no one’s paying them any attention in the chaos of a flock of frat boys having a chug off. Still, Ed positions his considerable bulk between Sasha and the room, blocking them from view. Soooo considerate.

“Sasha, you know I can’t actually help with that, right? Aren’t your powers, you know— “, he casts about for the right description, “—an ‘alien mood ring’, or whatever?”

“Oh, you remembered!!!” Sasha claps their hands in delight. Sometimes they worry that Eddie doesn’t pay attention to the important bits when they chat at him during patrol.

Eyes narrowing, Ed bends down, sniffs loudly at Sasha’s mouth and frowns. He speaks on a long sigh.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybeeee, but only a teensy bit.” They pinch their thumb and forefinger together to demonstrate just how not drunk they are. “Just had some of the punch, only a cup or three, it’s de-lic-ious!!”

“What happened to the list?” Oh deary, Eddie sounds annoyed again. A new song starts, something with a lot of throbbing bass, and Sasha bounces along to the beat, pulling at Ed’s arms to get him to join in. Regrettably, he remains stubbornly rooted to the spot so that he looks like a giant marionette as Sasha swings his arms for him.

He continues, nonplussed, “I thought you said your body couldn’t digest milk, nuts, glutton--do you even know how alcohol effects Esnexians?”

“My Pa drinks all the time.” At least, they’d seen him open wine at dinner. But maybe that was just so they could pour Dad a glass? “Besides, it’ll only affect me half as much then. You need to relax Eddie-- you should try some, it’s part of the experience!! All the best college movies have drinking in them!!”

“I fear for the future of the education system.” His eyes dart to the ground. “And it wouldn’t really, uh, make a difference if I did. I can’t get drunk. Invulnerability extends to the small stuff, too.”

“Oh, that’s terrible”, Sasha moans.

“Horrible.” His tone is deadpan, but an odd look passes over his face. He sounds like he’s talking to himself when he says, “I can’t taste, can’t feel anything, really. Everything’s just been dulled for years…”

It was strange seeing Eddie without the cool mask of cynicism. He tried to avoid talking about his powers, but from what Sasha’d gleamed it was more of a pain in the butt than people excepted, not being able to feel things. Seeing him being so vulnerable made Sasha want to wrap him in a warm blanket with a mug of hot coco and mini marshmallows, but he probably wouldn’t like that.

Oh.

Wait

Oh yes, that was brilliant!

They release his arms and clasp a hand on either side of his face, straining on the tippy-tip of their toes to do so, and even than it’s a wobbly attempt. Despite an expression of weary fear, Ed bends forward obligingly so that they’re both eye level.

“Eddie.”

“Sasha.”

“Eddie”, they say with as much gravitas as they can manage with double vision. “Just because your powers suck doesn’t mean you suck.”

His mouth is open to respond but Sasha’s faster, smashing their mouth to his enthusiastically. Teeth bump jarringly and Ed’s hand automatically grab their waist as Sasha overbalances. His palms are large and warm on their bare skin, his lips soft with the faint waxy taste of chapstick.

With a smacking sound Sasha pulls away for air, beams into Ed’s dazed face. He looks like a building fell on his head—they’d seen it’d happen before.

“So”, they say, booping his nose, “did you feel that?”

Ed’s fingers briefly press against his lips curiously. He smiles softly (a real one, not sad at all!!) before his eyes widen in alarm. “Is that supposed to happen?”

Following his gaze down, Sasha’s sees their skin is now a radioactive grape soda purple glow that pulsates lazily. Little freckles of pink bob in and out of the stream, like the lava in a lava lamp. Fascinated, they hold their hand up in front of their face and giggle at the hazy reflection in Ed’s glasses.

“Oh, I’m prettyyyyyy!!”

“Put it out before someone sees!”

Instinctively they both glance about. A guy in sweatpants and nothing else stands barely five feet from them, staring back with glassy eyes. An awkward moment passes and the guy shrugs, stuffs the remains of a brownie into his mouth and pushes past into the bathroom.

Booming laughter shakes Ed’s frame, startling Sasha into a giggle fit of her own. His laugh isn’t like his normal voice at all, full of adorable snorts and wordless gasps. After a while he’s pulled himself together enough to stand and take Sasha’s hand in his. He’s too tall to sling their arm over his shoulder, so settles for letting them curl it around his waist instead.

“Let’s get some fresh air”, he says, chortling still.

Sasha stumbles along next to him happily. “Sounds fun!!”

#ockiss2018 #ockiss #ockiss18 #my writing #b listers #superheroes #Sasha #Ed #everyone has superpowers and angst #gonna just power through these prompts god damn it

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nezzfiction · 7 years ago

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ENMY Chapter 43 - Blood On The Dancefloor

Chapter Synopsis: The forces of Atlas and Mistral are set to begin their conquest of Vale. The Second Great War enters its next major stage. Meanwhile, Team ENMY are still outlaws on the run. A sudden turn of events will take them into a new swing of things.

Series Synopsis:

Team RWBY is disbanded, and Yang must find herself new allies. For her, that might very well be yesterday’s enemies. Joining up with the likes of Emerald, Mercury, and Neo, the four will comprise Team Enemy.

Links to read the series: Ao3 or FF.net

Or hit the jump below

Blood On The Dancefloor

My heart all full of pain.

I would dance and be merry,

Life would be a ding-a-derry,

Rows upon rows of airships amassed along the airfield. Many of which, in the process of being outfitted and readied for sortie.

It made for an extremely hectic scene with military personnel barking orders, shouting which supplies went where. The mechanics running redundant tests, ensuring the aircrafts operated at optimal for when the promised time came.

Meanwhile, away from the organized chaos, two figures watched the scene from the edge of the strip.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Adam referred to the platoons of White Fang ready for deployment. Fully-armed with the latest weapons. He took pride in the fact they were no longer the poor, guerilla warriors they once were.

“It is,” Blake agreed. Her focus on a Faunus worker dropping a supply container. A human saw what was happening, and helped him lift it from the other side. “Amazing,” she parroted. “But loud. It’s very loud.”

“This is war, Blake. War on a scale we could only fathom before.”

“The Third Crusade painted a vivid picture I never forgot.”

“This is far more than anything Temujin could have ever mustered!” he pumped his fist. “This here, THIS is what the White Fang should be! A strong people! A proud people! And soon, it won’t just be here. Our brethren in Vale and Atlas will also experience this glory.”

“Right… Well, I’m going into the city. Away from all the noise.”

“I can accompany you.”

“No, thank you, Adam. I’d rather be alone. Besides, Raven would want you to keep an eye on things.”

“Are you sure? At least, let me arrange an escort.”

“It’s fine, really,” she waved. “I just need some time to de-stress.”

Not wanting to hear anymore of Adam’s protests, Blake walked away.

When she neared another hangar on her way out, she paused at the peculiar sight. There were no vehicles or airships here, but something else entirely.

Filed into neat, square formations were individuals carrying swords. This by itself was nothing strange, but what made the picture alarming was who, or more accurately, what they were.

This was the newest Grimm Unit added to Mistral’s military arsenal. Dubbed the Kotengu, they were humanoid at the base. Dark, feathery wings stretched from their backs. Each possessed an angry white masks along with a long, protruding nose. Their blades appeared ceremonial, but no less deadly.

Walking back and forth in front of them, was Raven and another figure.

“Blake,” Raven spotted her. She turned to the Monkey Faunus beside her. “We will proceed as planned, General Saru. Do you have any more questions?”

“Just one, if I may.”

“Yes?”

He was a very hairy man with wild strands growing on all sides of his face. Saru was lanky, dressed in a pressed, military black uniform. His stature a touch on the small side, especially next to Raven, who he had to look up at.

“Why did you choose me? I was just a boot-cleaner before. The army didn’t even recognize me as a soldier in service.”

“Yet, you’ve proven to possess more strategic talents than our best generals. I don’t care what your position was before, or your origins. If you have the ability, I’ll put you where I need you. Now, has all the cleverness you’ve displayed so far just luck or something I can make an asset of?”

“I will serve to the best of my abilities.”

“I know you will,” Raven clapped his shoulder, and strode towards Blake. “I see you left the pup behind. Good. What can I do for you?”

“Nothing, Raven. I was just on my way out and saw…”

“Ah, our Talon Units.”

“It’s still so strange. Weeks ago, they wanted to kill us. And now…”

“So simple, it’s a bit unnerving, isn’t it?” Raven sympathized. “Feels as if they could turn on us at any second. But they’re the allies we need.”

Back when Raven, Adam, and Blake destroyed the Tower of Tamonten, they set free the Grimm that were sealed by the installation. And after besting Kurama, the leader of the flock, in a sword duel—the Grimm swore their obedience under Raven’s command. It was unbelievable, but the evidence was plain to see before them.

“What’s the status on your end?” Raven inquired.

“Our regiment is making final preparations. Adam’s overseeing it. We will be ready by tomorrow morning.”

“Good.”

“So, General Saru will be leading the other regiments? It’s impressive. A Faunus has never held a senior rank like his. Not in a human military, anyway.”

“Besides me?”

Blake blinked. “I mean, besides—”

“The old lady told you, huh? I can’t say I’m surprised. But you are correct. It is an outstanding accomplishment. He’s a little green, but I think I can leave the main units to him. Not bad for someone who used to polish people’s boots. I need to take charge of the Grimm, in any case.”

“I see…” Blake dropped her gaze.

“Having second thoughts about invading Vale?”

“A little.”

“Hmm. That’s what I like about you, Blake. But it’s also what I find most annoying.”

“You’re starting to sound more like Temujin every day.”

“I’ll remember that, Belladonna,” Raven said with a playful edge. “Why do you still wear that bow?”

“Oh, um…!”

Blake reflexively reached the top of her head. Her hands making sure her ears were tied and properly wrapped.

“You don’t have to hide who you are here, Blake. You never will again.”

“I know, I just—” A memory flashed of Yang tying the bow with care. “I keep it for personal reasons. It doesn’t have anything to do with being a Faunus.”

“Really?”

“…It’s not the only reason anyway.”

Raven sighed, but decided to leave the matter alone.

“You should relax more. Hypocritical coming from me, I’m aware. But if you don’t find the time to fit some R&R in, you’ll never last.”

“Funny how you mention that. I was actually on my way into the city. There’s a new book released, and I wanted to pick up a copy.”

“Hm. I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“If you were free, maybe…”

Raven smiled under her mask.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck. Perhaps, another time.”

“Okay,” Blake replied, slightly dejected.

As she was about to leave, Raven drew her sword, and sliced open a portal.

“Quicker than calling a ride. And if I’m not mistaken, that group of ominous soldiers is an escort Adam arranged for you.”

Blake whipped her neck back and saw a squad of White Fang members approaching.

“Eheh…” she chuckled awkwardly, before leaping through the pulsing gate.

…

In the next second, Blake materialized on the sidewalk of Mistral’s downtown area.

It was the middle of the day on a weekend, so all the shops were open and bustling with people. There was barely any room to maneuver herself through the packed streets. And for a moment, Blake entertained the idea of taking to the roofs, but thought it would be in poor taste.

That is, until she saw a number of Faunus parkouring the sides of buildings and along the rooftops. Their tails whipped about back and forth excitedly, while helping them maintain balance. Some executed a few aerial stunts for the fun of it.

The display was found to some’s chagrin, but mostly to other’s entertainment. The runners high-fived a number of passerbys. Humans recorded their feats on their scrolls.

Blake couldn’t help, but feel a little marveled by the scene. She had witnessed Faunus get arrested for such things, much less lauded. Not only that, but these people expressed themselves in a way that was so open and free, which used to be something exclusive to Vacuo. To say it was uplifting for her would be an understatement.

Blake continued to make her way through the crowd, until she came upon a quaint little bookstore that doubled as a café. Her nose perked at the smell of inked paper mixed with roasted coffee. It brought her biggest smile she in a long time.

Within the interior, constructed mostly of dark wood, Blake stepped towards the counter. A Fox Faunus was present to greet her. The girl’s type, she could tell by the ears on the worker’s head.

“Hi, I wanted to purchase a copy of Remnant Gods?”

“Oh, that’s a popular one. The story about ancient deities living in the modern era.” The bookseller plucked it off the shelf behind her, and set it on the counter. “They’re making a TV series of it, you know.”

“Uh, yes. I’ve heard.”

“Right? I’m sure they’ll make a decent adaptation out of it, but I’ll still like the book more, and…” The Fox Faunus’s gaze drifted to Blake’s bow. Then, a knowing smile that communicated something gentle appeared. “I…used to do that too. But I promise you can feel safe here. I mean, just take a look around.”

She led Blake’s sight to the other patrons sitting and reading books. Many of them obviously Faunus from a single glance. It was possible the atmosphere felt so natural, Blake failed to notice.

“One copy of Remnant Gods and a cup of House Coffee.”

“Huh? But I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” she winked.

“…Thank you.”

Blake paid for the book and scouted a nice table for herself. The only one available was a four-seater at the corner of the shop.

For a stretch of long, peaceful hours, Blake read her book, while sipping her beverage. The bookseller sometimes passed by to refill her cup. A sardine sandwich was devoured. It felt like heaven to her, and she thought…

Why not?

She unfurled the ribbon from her ears, wiggling and stretching them out. The bookseller was right. It was freeing and safe. And Blake took a deep breath. Her lungs expanded from an invisible grip, as did her heart.

She glanced to the human beside her, reading the same novel. He caught her staring at the cover.

“Good story,” he commented.

“Yes,” she said back. “It is.”

The two nodded to each other, and went back to their reading. A mutual understanding passed with a few simple words.

She realized that this was what she wished for, what she fought for. To simply be without having to fear for her life or discrimination. Such a small and ordinary thing, but so difficult to attain. Blake may not have liked what it took to get here, but she found it impossible to think it wasn’t worth it. She wanted with everything to share this slice of light with others. Human, Faunus, just everyone and anyone.

“Place is filled to the brim. I don’t think—well, lookie over there. Hey, pretty lady.”

Blake peeked her eyes over her book. A girl, possibly a year older waved to her, dragging a small boy behind.

“Um, hi?”

Déjà vu?

“Ya got a nice table all to yerself. Too big fer just you. Mind lettin’ us sit with ya?”

“Inna. Please defer from rude behavior. Person displays isolationist traits. Apology, required.”

“Aw, clam it, Bean. Not everybody’s as sensitive as yer scrawny ass. Plus, she don’t mind. Right?”

Watching the interaction between the cowgirl and the small intellectual brought a small giggle out of Blake. A nostalgic memory surfaced she wasn’t aware she missed.

Yang and Ruby reached out to her once. This time, she wanted it to be her.

“You can sit. I’d be glad if you did. My name is Blake Belladonna,” she introduced herself.

“See?” Inna slid into the chair opposite. “Inna Kao, sharpshooter extraordinaire,” she tipped her hat. “Pleasure is all mine.”

“Grateful. I am Bean,” Bean bowed politely. “Possible obligatory response… Do you truly, not mind company?”

“Not at all,” Blake smiled.

Not today, I don’t.

* * * * *

In a conference hall held in the highest floor of a secluded keep, the collective leadership of Vale convened about the threats facing their Kingdom.

Long, curved desks cascaded down the circular room. Each chairman had their own assigned seat and nameplate. A facilitator stood at the center podium, tasked with providing order during the meeting. A position that was irreverently proven useless.

“Order! ORDER!” the older gentlemen banged his gavel to no avail.

“We must divert the bulk of our army against Atlas! Diminish their forces before Mistral arrives!” one shouted.

“Ever since Atlas landed on our shores, they have shown minimum hostility towards us! An alliance is in the works. Mistral is where we should take the initiative!” another argued.

“An alliance with Atlas is impossible! We have better luck surrendering to Mistral instead!”

“We should invoke a joint-position of neutrality with Vacuo!”

“They would never believe such absurdity!”

“ORDER! WE WILL HAVE ORDER!”

Ugh… A lone woman groaned on the inside.

Her knuckles pressed against her temple, as she wore an expression of disinterest. Not that the plight the Kingdom faced bored her, but the government that run it were horribly conflicted.

What am I even doing here?

I should do something.

Say something.

But I doubt anyone could get a real word in edgewise, in this mess.

She removed her spectacles and pinched the bridge of her nose.

I wasn’t always like this.

I was a Huntress—am a Huntress.

I’ve fought Grimm the size of mountains. Monsters that could flatten the world!

Please, please let a Grimm attack right now…

For the love of—

“Would the Acting Headmistress of Beacon like to offer her word?” a man suddenly voiced.

Glynda slid her glasses back on and stared at the one who casted her into the spotlight.

He was a tall, skinny man. His wardrobe was of a formal renaissance style. A tailor-made waistcoat and long sleeves to match his extensive arms, with a bit of flourish at the end. His hair was blonde and stringy. And he wore a rather wide-brimmed hat, lending his appearance to a scarecrow.

“Straw,” Glynda muttered under her breath. Resigning herself to having to speak, she took a stand. “I have nothing to add to the current discussion.”

As she was about to sit back down,

“Surely, the Acting Headmistress of Vale’s most esteemed battle academy has something to contribute. A reasonable strategy that we could all agree on? Otherwise,” Straw gave a showman’s chuckle, “we’d all in good likelihood, defeat each other before Mistral or Vale have their chance. And you, so rarely, make an appearance at these meetings. We would be so grateful for any sort of counsel.”

Glynda threw the man a hateful glare, as her jaw tightened, and then loosened.

“We could arrange our armies in a position that force Atlas and Mistral’s armies to meet. The more instances we can create, the better our chances.”

Loud murmurs erupted between the chairs. Some of the voices wanted more elaboration, while others were appealed by the merits. Although, most were unwilling due to an obvious flaw in Glynda’s suggestion.

“You want us to withdraw from the northern front?! And we would have to retreat far southwest to put that plan into action! The lands we would be giving them for free! Part of the capital city would be surrendered for nothing!”

The one vehemently protesting was Cardin Winchester. When his father was abducted during a backchannel with Atlas, the boy replaced his father’s chair. He belonged to a faction that advocated a more aggressive defense.

“If you feel so disinclined towards my advice, I feel no real need that you should listen to it. You’ve never listened, when you attended my classes before. I only voiced my thoughts by request.”

“We don’t need any stall or wait-and-see tactics! Vale needs to strike decisive blows against its enemies!”

“No!” yelled another. “Because we have the home-field advantage, we should aim for a battle of attrition!”

Endless debate exploded once more, as Glynda took her seat.

After an hour passed, the meeting was called for a brief recess.

Glynda strolled to one of the keep’s balconies to get some fresh air. The view was nice, trees and woodlands as far as the eye could see. If she squinted, she could make out the faintest lines of Vale’s buildings.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to attend, Glynda,” a voice sauntered from behind.

“Oh, Straw. Why pretend I actually had a choice, when the Chairmen threatened to take Beacon’s seat away if a proxy didn’t show?”

“Now, now. I may have had to exercise some legal bureaucracy to get you here, but I truly value your opinion.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, it is. Have you listened to them? So fractured and divided. They needed to hear an impartial voice. A clever idea, by the way—to play Atlas and Mistral against each other.”

“As if you didn’t come up with something similar. Or have you forgotten so much after leaving the school?”

Straw chuckled with fake embarrassment.

“I was never a good teacher. Not like you, or Peter and Barty. The gift of passing wisdom eluded me, as well as utilizing it. Ozpin said as much.”

“Ozpin trusted you.”

“Heh, yes,” he rubbed his hands. “You still believe that, do you?”

“I don’t believe he trusts you anymore.”

“No, I meant, you still believe the man is capable of trust? Ozpin believes in no one, my dear Glynda. I may be a fool, but I’ve realized that much over the years—serving him, championing his cause. The Wizard lies.”

Glynda eyed him with scrutiny.

“Salem?”

“Oh! No, my dear! I may despise Ozpin, but I would never defect to the Witch’s side. Such an act of idiocy is a feat, even I would never flirt with. No, no. Rest assured, my allegiances are entirely my own.”

She eased, but only a little.

There was a time in their lives, when Straw worked as part of their inner circle. A trusted fellow guardian of Remnant. If Qrow was Ozpin’s second, Glynda and Straw were a close third. But that time had long passed. Back when the man was still a professor at Beacon. Not the pompous aristocrat he was now.

“Where is the bird, by the way? I neither detect the scent of stale whiskey or hear the steps of a bumbling inebriate, so I can only guess he is not here.”

“Maybe, you scared him off. You have a way of doing that.”

“A shame. I had prepared an honorary seat for him and everything. I suppose, I just look absolutely foolish now. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Not really. Qrow’s always been skilled at hiding from meetings. No matter how important they may be.”

“So, he evades even you?”

Glynda blinked.

She was reminded of how often Straw liked to play the fool, while masking his actual intelligence. He poked and prodded, shaking small hints and clues out of trees. It made it easy for him to learn what he needed. Exposure was often among people’s deepest fears.

“‘The left hand knows not what the right does’, indeed,” he joked. “Once more, I’d like to take this opportunity to express thanks for your attending. The chairs may have disagreed with your proposal, but the idea is planted. I shall make sure the seedling bears fruit. What would you say to a concaved formation? We could even leak the opposition’s positions to each other.”

“Was that your plan all along? To use me to push your agenda?”

“You give me far too much credit, Glynda. I merely thought it was an inspired idea.”

“…”

“Our armies could use a leader of your caliber. Would you not consider postponing the revitalization of the school in lieu of defending the nation it resides in?”

“I’m averse to war.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Such a shame. The other professors have joined the effort. Teachers from Signal Academy, as well. Why, just last week, the previously timid lion and his daughter’s team answered the call, ready and willing.”

“…!”

“Ruby Rose,” Straw toyed with the name on the tip of his tongue. “Daughter of Qrow Branwen and Summer Rose. I’ve heard nothing but magnificent things about the girl, but she does require some further tutelage, does she not? Someone who knows the way to show her the way…”

“I respected you once,” Glynda said with disdain. “But now, you’re nothing but a conniving coward.”

“I say again, Glynda. You give me far too much credit. I only wish I was half as clever as you accuse me to be, truly I do.”

Straw started his way back to the conference room, a short spring in his step and a light song on his lips.

“If I only had a brain~♪”

* * * * *

At a certain dance club in Downtown Vale, the next band for the night was about to perform.

Crowds herded toward the stage. A lot of them drunk and, or otherwise. Most had come just to attend this specific live. The band was new, but the music they played made for a unique experience.

As they finished setting up, Junior whispered to the vocalist.

“Do you think you guys could maybe…tone it down a bit tonight?”

“…”

*Sigh* “Just something to consider…” the club owner groaned, as he began speaking into the mic. “Alright, guys! Our next band is the one you’ve all been waiting for! Give it up for E.N.M.—”

Mercury started the intro guitar riff, midway through Junior’s sentence. An act that got the audience cheering, and the club owner scrambling off stage. Him and many of his men created some distance between the crowd, careful of what might happen next.

For the first few seconds, there was nothing but the reverberation of guitar strings and some audience members whooping. Then, Emerald grasped the mic stand.

“Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time. Hand grenade pins in every line.

Throw ‘em up and let something shine. Going out of my fuckin’ mind!

Filthy mouth, no excuse! Find a new place to hang this noose.

String me up from atop these roofs! Knot it tight so I won’t get loose!”

As the song went on, Neo joined with the bass and Yang on percussion. And the more Emerald belted out lyrics, the more the demeanor changed in the audience.

They began moshing violently, with no sign of control. Fists were thrown into the air and into the person next to them. Beer bottles were shattered on people’s skulls. It wasn’t long until the dancefloor turned into a free-for-all slugfest. The madness increasing as the song played on.

Junior could only watch the spectacle in horror. His frail hope was there wouldn’t be too much damage to his establishment this time around…

…

After the concert finished, and the club was closing up, Yang planted herself in a stool by the bar.

“Hard strawberry sunrise,” she ordered.

The drink was set in front of her, like she usually had it.

Three weeks had passed, since Yang’s team left her home in Patch. As unlikely as residences came, Emerald managed to acquire a place to live above Junior’s dance club.

Their being there worked for a multitude of reasons. They bargained a good renting rate because they were “friends” with the landlord. No one asked too many questions about people in such an establishment. The place was a great hub for information gathering. And they could find under-the-table work whenever they needed to.

And rarely did they ever, because of the team’s new alternative occupation. Ironically, a way to hide in plain sight, came in the form of hiding in the limelight. Few suspected an international team of outlaws to be a rock band of the same name.

Yang emptied her glass.

“Another one.”

When the barkeep brought her the second, Emerald came and sat in the seat beside her.

“You’re drinking acid.”

Yang swirled the contents of the glass and took a sip.

“Mud.”

“…”

“Snake oil.”

“It’s not working, Em.”

“Damn it!” Emerald banged the table, swiveled, and leaned against it.

“Your Semblance just doesn’t work on people, who’ve been exposed to it enough. Why the obsession with improving it, anyway? You never cared much about it before.”

“It used to be the ace up my sleeve. Now, almost every hard-hitter we meet’s gonna know how I sharp my cards. Still a few tricks in the bag, should the worse ever happen, but it’s only a matter of time till, well…”

“Hm. I guess, but I never banked too much on your Semblance. If you ask me, I thought your shotcalling played the biggest for the team. We complain, but me and Merc don’t really mind doing the heavy lifting. And then there’s Neo to reinforce. Our current setup’s pretty solid.”

“’Why change what’s not broken?’” she grumbled, while resting her chin on the table. “But it’s also true we’ll be broken if we don’t change…”

Emerald stewed in her problem for a while. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was more than efficacy that drove her new desire for improvement. It was also a matter of pride.

The team leader hardly failed to notice the rest of her comrades growing stronger by the day. Yang had incurred a significant penalty, but attained an infinitely deadly Semblance in return. Combined with his new Talarion, Mercury became a small army unto himself. And there was little need to mention what Neo brought to the table.

Only she, Emerald felt, was falling behind. Not to mention, she was the leader of this band of uniquely powered individuals. As such, the urge to keep standard burned hot in her stomach.

She especially saw her shortcomings in the battle against RNJR. Towards the tail-end of the fight, her Semblance was producing diminishing returns. Emerald became an area of liability at one point. It also proved ineffective against Qrow, Ruby, and Ren from the outset. Of which, would hardly be the last opponents she would ever face with specially keen perception.

If things continued the way they were, she was afraid her Semblance would turn her into a one-trick-pony, if that at all.

So, she set herself to practice. Every concert was an opportunity to train effecting multiple targets, over a longer timeframe. She tweaked their nerves, sent them into an emotional euphoria. Removed any inhibitions they had, while dialing their hormones to a hundred.

The only problem was, she merely expanded on an “outdated” skill. The number, speed, and length were never the issue, but the potency. For all her efforts, she could not force hallucinations on a person, but suggest them. And they never worked well against those already adapted to it, or aware.

Emerald bit her thumbnail in vexation.

There has to be a way.

I just haven’t thought of it yet.

On Neo and Mercury’s approach, the barkeep prepared a root beer float and club soda.

“Criminals, Mercenaries, Soldiers, War Heroes, Criminals again, and now Musicians,” Mercury listed off. “Our resumes just keep getting longer and longer…”

“Personally, I liked it better when you were just criminals,” Junior parked beside them, and knocked back a shot. “At least then, you didn’t destroy my club almost every other night.”

“You make more lien back on the drinks alone.”

“I have to go out and buy brand new furniture and equipment—every time. It’s annoying.”

“Buy more durable furniture.”

“I. DID. Freakin’ maniacs still break everything. There’s a table stuck in the ceiling. The ceiling!”

They all looked up and saw a table dangling from the roof by its leg. A few of Junior’s thugs were trying to use ladders that were too short, while climbing on top of each other.

“It’s like, how did it even get up there? So, the durable furniture causes even more damage!”

“Buy cheaper furniture.”

“You’re just full of brilliant ideas up there, aren’t you?”

“It’s one of my charms,” Mercury toasted.

A voice came over from one of the thugs guarding the door.

“Hey, Junior. Someone’s here to see you.”

“Is it the interior designer?”

“No. Someone else.”

Junior groaned something incoherent, before knocking back another shot, and storming off.

As Mercury was taking a sip of his club soda, Emerald whispered in his ear.

“Fizzy piss water.”

“Gmph—!!” *Snort!*

“Yes! I did it! I freakin’ did it!” she claimed victoriously.

He coughed, trying to ease the liquid out of his nose.

“Em,” Yang caught her attention, while handing Mercury a napkin. “I think you just made him laugh. It wasn’t cause of your Semblance.”

“……Oh.” Emerald toned down. “Yeah, figures.”

“Look, if you really want to bring a bigger threat to the team, why don’t you put some more brawn on those brains? Or you could sharpen your shooting. It doesn’t have to be your Semblance.”

The other girl only groaned at the suggestion.

“Maybe I should go through a Semblance Trial too. Concentrated Dust and Bane can be expensive, but it’ll be worth it if I don’t die.”

You shouldn’t do Bane. Bane is bad.

“I know, Neo. But what choice do I have?”

You will die.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. What makes you so sure?”

You are weak.

“Thanks.”

Your will is strong.

“Thanks?”

But your body is very weak. So, you will die.

“Great.”

Black blood will sploosh everywhere. From your ears and eyeballs.

“I get the picture. Must be why you’re such a great artist,” Emerald sighed.

Neo handed her a quick doodle. The graphic nature of it killed any remainder of the idea. At the same time, Junior returned with serious intent.

“Just got word on the weapon tech you’ve been asking me to look into.”

“You found Masa?!” Yang almost jumped from her seat.

“Yeah, you know how the professors at Signal went to join the war?”

“Uh huh.”

“Apparently, Masa Moon was lying low in the academy’s basement, working as the school’s weapons tuner. Looks like it was kept pretty hush-hush, most of the staff didn’t even know. But when they left, she came up for air.”

“Awesome! We should leave when we can.”

“‘When you can’, better be right now. A few big players just put out a gag and bag contract.” Junior showed them a sheet of paper he was handed, detailing the bounty for Masa’s capture. “A lot of my ‘business rivals’ want to get their hands on her too.”

“That’s a lot of zeroes,” Emerald whistled. “The whole underground’s a nasty hive. I know you two are partial to Masa’s prosthetics, but is it really worth the trouble to go after her?”

“She’s worth it, Em. If anyone can help me build a weapon to overcome my handicap, it’s her. Plus, she should be able to help you too.”

“Yeah? How?”

“When I had my Semblance Trial, one of the…things—manifestations of my soul or whatever— They mentioned Masa. Said she did something with my Semblance? I can’t remember. The point is, I’m pretty sure she’s not just a really good weapons tech. There’s something about her.”

Masa is very smart.

Too smart.

““Neo?”” Emerald and Yang turned to the small girl.

I saw it.

Masa is special.

Shiny.

“O—kay. I guess that’s good enough for me,” Emerald pushed off the counter. “Junior, we’re borrowing the Malachites. If this is as hot as it sounds, we’re gonna need some extra wet hands.”

“Oh, alright. Sure you don’t want any more muscle?”

“What, like your thugs? They’d just get in the way. I’m not paying for them.”

At hearing the statement, every pair of red glasses turned, but had nothing to retort.

“No! Not them. I meant,” *Ahem* And Junior kind of postured himself.

“…? I’m waiting.”

Yang rolled her eyes.

“You mentioned some of your business rivals were going in on this. Think you could tag along, lend us a hand? If we get Masa, maybe she can craft your boys some new heat.”

“Hell, yeah! I mean—only cause you asked.

Just let me go grab my bat.”

NOTES

-Saru’s character is based off Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

-Straw’s character is based off the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. “If I only had a brain~♪”

-The crazy mosh thing is based off dance mania/hysteria, which was a psychogenic phenomenon. People danced until they starved or collapsed from exhaustion. And of course…mosh pits.

-The song ENMY intro in Junior’s club is Bleed It Out by Linkin Park. I’m partial to the song’s intro, sue me.

-People have been asking me about bumblebee for some reason? If it ever becomes canon, I’ll be happy. If it doesn’t, there are no expectations. Just cause this fic has YangxNeo doesn’t mean I dislike bumblebee.

I think that’s about it for everything relevant. It’s come to my attention (and my partner telling me) that I may have not explained some things. I’ll try to get to them. Message if you want to ask something, like usual.

As always, thank you for reading!

See you in the next chapters!

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for a komahina fic request, i'd love to read more sweet/romantic nsfw, especially if it was post-sdr2 (just because I can't stop rereading what you wrote the fic exchange, it was so lovely!!)

Sorry for the slight wait on this one! The weekdays are rough on me. ;;

Anyway, here you go~~

Rating: not explicit but uh, still pretty mature

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“Crashingthunder! Flashing lightning! Such a beautiful display of chaos and destructionputs even despair to shame!!”

“And if youkeep gushing instead of scrubbing yourself,” Hinata notes, dipping his fingersinto the bath. “The water will get cold.”

Thunderboomed outside as Komaeda simply laughed, pouring soap onto the sponge as hedid. “Ehehe, true, true…”

“Seriouslyhow are you not burning up?” Hinata asks dryly. “Just being near your spa bathis making me sweat.”

“You’restill free to join me!”

“Myanswer’s still no thanks.”

“Soboring!” Komaeda complains, and he starts with scrubbing his arms. “We couldhave an utterly intimate moment between lovers, and you turn me down!”

Komaeda’sface is flushed from the heat. His hair is done up in the kind of neat bun thatreally should be pulled out. Thereare still so many bruises.

“Oh well,”Komaeda sighs, turning away and starting work on his legs. Of course Hinatastares, taking in the bruising scattered across his inner thighs—thosesymmetrical scars are as sharply pallid as ever, even on Komaeda’s already fairskin. There are a few damp strands loose from the bun, curving just so over thenape of his neck.

He did thatbun himself. It should have been perfect—but maybe that present if slightimperfection was intentional. Healready wants to twirl those strands around his fingers, maybe suck moisturefrom the tresses. He also wants to bite at least one of those pale shouldersand—oh, maybe that knee, too…

“Sosubmerging my arm in the water isn’t an issue, right?” Komaeda asks suddenly,snapping him out of it if only briefly.

“Huh…?Oh, no. No, it’s pretty water-proof. I know how much you like soaking in bathsso…”

“Howconsiderate,” Komaeda says with a laugh, flashing him a pretty smile. Hinatashallowed and manages a smile back. When Komaeda turns back to clean himself,that smile quickly falters as Hinata pinched the bridge of his nose.

Can I even say it’sjust the heat…?

Ugh, itsounded like a lie even when unvoiced. He can already imagine Kamukura Izuruscoffing at him—and Hinata Hajime looking disgusted.

That’s nonsense,too. He can’thelp but think. It’s not like this isjust anyone. It’s Komaeda. Our KomaedaNagito.

“Hinata-kun.”

“Ah…Huh?”

Komaedapushed himself up, seating himself on the bathtub’s side, still turned away,but still with an air of expectation.

“You’llscrub my back for me, won’t you?”

“Oh…”He’s already grabbed the soaped sponge, squeezing it tight. “Yeah, yeah, ofcourse.”

Oh, he thinks as hestarts. He has scars here, too.

There arescars that were obviously from scratch marks.

His grip isalmost tight enough to whiten his knuckles, but he quickly takes a deep breath,calming himself as he cleans. He’s gentle, of course. Komaeda hums, and—

Komaeda’sstroking himself almost idly.

“Don’tdirty the tub, Nagito.”

“Ah, butit’ll be washed away by the water, right?” Komaeda asks him cheekily.

Hinata justgrabs his wrist, pulling it away. Despite everything, Komaeda allows it.

“Look,” hesays, almost carefully. “It’s…just not the right mood, alright?”

“Alright,”Komaeda parrots without a problem. Then he giggles as Hinata finishes up his back.“You’re sure, Hinata-kun?”

Hinataurges him back into the water. He goes. He rinses himself off, and Hinata hashis arms folded on the bath’s edge, his chin atop his arms.

“You reallydon’t have any shame, do you?”

“Why do youask?” Komaeda returns so cheerfully. “I’ve said before I don’t mind being seennaked by you.”

“I… Iguess I’m just a little envious, the more I think about it…” He trails off,averting his gaze. “You used to make this face when I’d see some of yourscars…”

“Ah…Oh…” Komaeda’s smile slowly drops. There’s a flash in the window. “You saidyou didn’t mind those, Hinata-kun…”

“I saidthat I wouldn’t find you disgusting because of the scars. After all, some ofthem…really weren’t your fault,” Hinata swallows and, “You were smiling atthe time, but, you really were worried about me being repulsed, huh?”

“If I saidI wasn’t, you’d know that was a lie,” Komaeda answered almost dully. Somehow,he manages a smile, but it’s smaller than before. “It’s really tasteless of youto bring that up now! I don’t mind your taking your anger out on me, but—maybeavoid such low blows? Haha…”

“That’s notwhat I…” He stopped himself and just shook his head. “If I do that again, youcan punch me if you want.”

“With therobot hand? It wouldn’t break, right?” Komaeda asks, looking at his saidrobotic hand with curiosity.

“Nah, it’spretty sturdy. Hit as hard as you want.”

“Ooh!”Komaeda immediately switched from fascinated to unimpressed. “I would never dothat, of course. I hate the idea of hurting you.”

Hinatablinked back, and quietly replied, “Same here. I’m… I’m really, really sorry,Nagito. I hadn’t… I hadn’t wanted you to be upset, but… That was still apretty stupid thing of me to say, huh?”

“Hmm. Hey,Hinata-kun, the reason why I seem to lack shame… Do you really not know why?”

He perkedup, but didn’t answer.

Komaeda wasgrinning, bright and radiant and perfect.

“Becauseyou look at me with so much love that any shame I would feel just washes away. It’s really quiteincredible!”

Hinatadidn’t say anything to that. He just stared back, lips ajar before he snorted,bursting into laughter.

“That’s—That’sreally, uh…”

Komaeda’swet robotic hand cups his cheek, the thumb running over his lips. Hinata’sbreathing seized, but he was nice and pliant when Komaeda tugged him into a kiss.

It was softand brief. And then Komaeda pulled away and stood.

“Well, Ithink I’m clean enough. And the water’s getting a little cold for my tastesanyway.

“Oh…”Hinata tried to keep his stare on his face instead of the dripping form beforehim. As Komaeda unplugged the tub and slipped out, Hinata didn’t even try tolook away from his rump. “Yeah… You look great.”

Komaedashot him a cheeky grin, and covered up with the towel that had been hung up.

“I just finishedgetting clean, Hinata-kun,” he says sweetly and matter-of-factly. “So you’llhave to wait, right?”

“…DoI…?”

“You do!”

He didn’t.

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