#ficke ficke backwards

[onthejellyclouds]

3 course meal! ☰ served by the monster trio

smut under the cut :3

f!reader

“y/nnnn, i want dinner!” luffy whined from the door to the sunny’s kitchen, his rubbery body slumping down against the wooden doorframe.

sanji couldn’t help but snap his head towards the sound of the captain’s voice, curly eyebrow raising in question. why would he ask y/n for dinner?

“y/n?” sanji questioned,, before turning his body fully towards luffy. “what are you making my sweet y/n do?!” he suddenly exclaimed, a fiery aura surrounding him as he began to fill with rage. how dare that stupid pirate make his darling y/n do work!-

“what’s the racket?” zoro yawned, nodding his head in acknowledgment to the straw hat captain as he entered the kitchen.

“hi, everyone.” you smile sweetly at the three, eyes glancing over to luffy, you knew exactly what he meant.

no, you weren’t as good if a cook as sanji is. luffy just… prefers a different type of dinner you serve to him.

“yummyyyy,” luffy drools, starry eyes trained on your folds, and he couldn’t help the way his tongue dived straight into your cunt. he licked and sucked at your clit, letting out soft, muffled moans.

the wet smacking of his lips and tongue clicked through the room’s walls, his hands pawing at your hips.

“cumming- imcummingimcummingimcumming!” you sqeak, voice growing louder as the coil in your stomach grew tighter.

luffy giggled against your sugary pussy, and just as your thighs clenched around luffy’s head, your back arching further off the bed, the door suddenly swung open.

the figures of both zoro and sanji stood in the doorway, shadows looming over you and creeping onto the bed where you and luffy were intertwined.

sanji’s anger was apparent, with zoro simply glaring at the two of you.

“get away from my y/n!” sanji wailed, before coming to a stop as he got a view of your form.

luffy continued to lap away at your cunt, paying no mind to his crew members. his eyes closed as he relished in your surprised and embarrassed moans.

sanji stood there, the raging fire in his heart slowly softening as he watched you writhed against the bedsheets in pleasure.

zoro hummed in thought, rubbing his chin for a moment before he walked behind sanji, peering over his shoulder as he looked down at the way you came, your moans growing louder and more eager.

“captain,” zoro grunted, his fick hardening at the mere sight of your pussy. “how ‘bout you share yer meal with us?” he said, eye glancing over to straw hat for a second, before drifting back to where luffy’s tongue slurped at your pretty pussy.

“yeah, don’t hog my sweet little y/n.” sanji growls, glaring down at luffy, before zoro elbowed his side.

“our! our y/n!” zoro scolded, a frown on his lips.

soon enough, you found yourself positioned on the floor, sanji’s long cock in front of your face. he smiled down at you, his slim hands reaching down to caress your cheek.

“mon amour, please open those pretty lips of yours.” he taps your lips with a finger, pupils morphing into hearts at the sight of you so sweetly opening your mouth so obediently for him.

just as sanji’s cock was about to slip past your plump lips, two large hands planted themselves on your hips, roughly pulling you backwards and away from him.

you pouted slightly, the heat in your abdomen growing hotter and hotter with each teasing action.

“mm-mm.” zoro grumbles into your ear, his hot breath fanning lightly over your skin.

he tugged his pants down, hands smoothing over your skin before he pulled you closer to him once again.

sanji almost burst into flames at that very moment.

“guuys, hurry up!” luffy complained, his rubbery hands reaching out to grab at your shoulders, only for sanji to swat them away.

“you had your fun, be patient.” sanji huffed, sending a glare towards his captain, to which he returned with an angry pout.

“shut up, both of you!” zoro snapped, eye narrowing at the scene in front of him.

before you could speak up, zoro slammed himself into you, groaning at how tight your little cunt’s hole felt wrapped around his cock.

you moaned out in desperation, hands extending towards sanji as you felt tears prick at your eyes. zoro was so, so, big.

“s’so big! too much!” you mewl, moaning louder as zoro pulled you a little off his dick, only to slam you back down onto his length.

“stop manhandling her!” sanji would shriek, horrified at the way zoro treated your delicate body. his hands flew to your cheeks, where he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, scoffing when zoro pulled you away.

“it’s alright, sweet baby.” sanji cooed, before finally slipping his long cock past your lips, whimpering at the way you so eagerly began to suck on his length.

you were such a sweet, and obedient girl.

luffy couldn’t help but feel jealous.

he moved a little closer to you, eyeing the way zoro’s dick pounded deliciously at your sipping cunt.

each moan and scream that left your mouth was so adorable, he felt that he wanted to just eat you right then and there.

his fingers snaked down to your cunt, toying with your clit as he chuckled up at you.

you couldn’t even get a word out of your mouth, each attempt being plugged how with sanji’s long cock as he thrusted into your throat. he grunted with each snap of his hips, his hand creeping towards the roots of your hair where he gently grabbed on, carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you.

zoro, on the other hand, had a bruising grip on your hips, his sharp eye focused on the way your cunt clenched so well around his huge cock, he knew you were close.

he was just annoyed he couldn’t hear you say it.

“c-cumming!” you manage to choke out, before sanji slammed back into your throat. he didn’t mean to be so mean, it’s just.. he couldn’t stand the thought of that moss haired man make his pretty little y/n cum.

zoro thrust up into you a few more times, before he felt you gush straight over his cock, your loud moans being muffled with sanji’s dick as he began to grow closer aswell. his curly eyebrows furrowed together as his breath got short.

“close, mon amour-“ he was cut off by his hot seed shooting straight down your throat, your eyes almost rolling back at the sweet taste. you were sure to swallow it all up, tongue swiping across the leftovers around your pretty lips.

“my turn!” luffy cheered, hands pulling you off of zoro’s dick and straight to him, where he plunged his tongue straight back into your folds.

he couldn’t help it! you were just so… yummy!

zoro scoffed, and instead settled infront of you, pushing sanji out of the way. sanji sent an angry glare back at the man, pushing against him in retaliation.

before you knew it, they both shoved their cocks down your throat.

“you can take it, pretty.” sanji would reassure you, smiling softly at the tears that began to slip from your eyes.

zoro simply frowned, his large hand wiping away your tears. “i’ll give you a reason to cry.”

luffy nipped at your clit, giggling at the loud moan which you choked out, only for zoro to thrust straight into to you. sanji didn’t want to be beat, so he thrust into you aswell.

the two of them began to thrust roughly into you, sanji forgetting completely about the gentlemanly code, instead thinking of ways to completely break down zoro.

oh, but your soft sobs were just so cute, and the way you tried so hard to take the two of them, all while luffy hungrily ate at your tired pussy.

sanj came down your throat once again, with zoro choosing to blow his load over your pretty tits.

the proud smirk on his face was priceless as he pulled his wet cock out of your mouth, calloused hands gliding over your cum covered tits.

you came immediately when sanji attached his soft lips onto your nipple, zoro fiddling with your other and chuckling as it became hard and erect.

luffy was quick to slurp up every drop of cum that left your cunt, moaning like a slit before slipping his fingers straight into your little hole.

before he could curl his fingers into you, sanji pushed him out of the way, his hands rested on your waist as he turned you around.

“look at me, love.” he whispered sweetly, ignoring both luffy and zoro’s angry complaints.

he then slowly entered you, eyes examining your expression as it went from slight pain to pure bliss.

zoro’s larger hands plucked sanji’s off of your waist, where he placed them back on your hips, massaging the forming bruises, which were caused by him..

“sorry, doll.” he said, before beginning to bounce you on sanji’s cock. it had a slight curve to it, causing him to easily penetrate your sweet spot.

luffy kissed at your shoulders, licking and sucking hickeys onto you with every passing minute.

“m-more!” you whine, to which zoro complied, roughly slamming you down onto sanji’s cock.

sanji couldn’t help but moan loudly, whimpering as he heard each beautiful sound leave your lips.

“in or inside?” sanji asks, leaning into your ear where he kissed the little spot behind.

zoro scoffed at the sight, frowning as he heard you whimper out an “inside, inside..”

sanji did as told, shooting load after load of white; sticky cum into your tired pussy.

“are you okay, y/n?” luffy would ask, a small pout playing at his lips as he looked over to your fucked out expression.

they sure were the monster trio, even in another activities.

[nerves-nebula]

Woe! Another snippet be upon ye! Because i got super fucking attached to this it turns out. Worst thing about this is that it’s actually kinda taking shape as i go along??? The fuck??? Like all i had was some sort of vague image of a scene, but i guess i actually know what on earth is happening. Wild.

Der Moment endet erst wenn Leo seinen Schock überwindet. Er fletscht seine Zähne, und ein tiefes Knurren löst sich aus seiner Kehle. Donnie taumelt rückwärts gerade rechtzeitig um dem Buch das Leo nach ihm wirft auszuweichen. Es klatscht gegen die Wand, genau da wo vor einem Moment noch sein Kopf war. Irgendwas anderes schmeißt er auch als Donnie weiter zurückweicht.

Er kann nicht sagen das er irgendwas anderes erwartet hat.

“Hau ab!” kreischt Leo ihm hinterher. “Hau einfach ab du mieser kleiner-“ 

Er versucht es. Er versucht es wirklich, aber Leo ist unerlässlich. Donnie ist nicht mal am anderen Ende des Gangs wenn er Schritte hinter sich hört. 

Translation:

The moment only ends when Leo finally gets over his surprise. He bares his teeth, a growl rising up from deep in his throat. Donnie stumbles backwards just in time to dodge the book he throws at him. It hits the wall in the exact spot his head was a moment ago. He throws something else too, as Donnie retreats further.

He can’t say he expected any different of him.

“Get out!” Leo shrieks after him. “Get the fuck out, you miserable little-“

He tries. He really does try, but Leo is persistent as always. Donnie isn’t even at the other end of the hallway when he hears his footsteps behind him.

This one’s a bit rougher (especially the translation q_q…), but it made me excited :3. Me and Leo have many things in common, but one of them seems to be that I too am putting Donnie through the fucking wringer here. Also Leo doesn’t swear in the original, but it felt appropriate to write it in. Also the german word for Fuck is literally Fick which is… not my favorite.

auhg leo WOULD be the type of person to scream at someone to get out and then chase them down and attack them. what a bitch lmao.

Me and Leo have many things in common, but one of them seems to be that I too am putting Donnie through the fucking wringer here.

you, me, leo, splinter, Abe, and Donnie are all shaking hands on this. if there's one through line here it's that we all love to torture Donnie. anyway, now that we're all in the same room, here's a gun with 1 bullet in it. who are u shooting?

[twothpaste]

fick chunk about fuel's not-so-secret project at the new pork ruins, which somehow doubles as a whole-ass character study. (featuring bronson, nana, claus, lucas, and abelle my oc abelle.)

Speakin' of daylight: the noontime shine renders fire far less fearsome.

It flickers from the wick of a tiny index finger. Scarlet diamonds, scarcely greater than a candle's glimmer. How it kisses the ocean. That white-blue horizon line. There's a quaint horror, at the heart of the matter. Knowing even embers like these would - given the chance - reduce houses to ashes. And a quainter comfort, still. Knowing she'd never dare let 'em.

If you ask him 'bout phobias, Fuel ain't got none. Try talkin' to him 'bout "Pee-Tee-Ess-Dee," and he'll kindly decline, arms crossed. "Nah. Nope. N' hell naw, while I'm at it. But thank ya very much, Lucas." That kinda talk's for the twins. N' their forefathers. N' former Pigmasks, maybe some of 'em. His matchstick jitters're just a reflex. His muscles pulled stiff, at the scent of somethin' burning - well, that's 'cause it's a heck of a stinkin' smell. When he wakes up coughing, choking, on smoke that ain't there, it's that sleep apnea shit he's got. Nana diagnosed it. Y'can call her a madwoman, n' he does too, when he's joshin' around. But don't get it backwards. She knows what she's talkin' about.

Likewise, Abelle doesn't mention what's irking her. That she'd definitely be able to muster more than a goshdarn candle. Maybe an antique gas stove. Or a fireplace lighter. If only she'd gotten more than three hours of sleep. It casts a vague orange, ruffling up against the work station's tarped shade. Miscellaneous metal parts reflect only the teeniest glimmers. A wrench here. A dubious hunk of titanium there.

"So. Y'light it with yer mind? Just like that, huh…?" Even after all this time, truth be told, Fuel can still scarcely wrap his head around it.

"Sure do!" Abelle chimes. Before dousing her pride, so as not to be impolite. As the flame wavers, her brow furrows. "It doesn't exactly come natural, though. Gotta focus real hard on it. Helps to think of somethin' warm. I'm thinkin' of s'mores, right now."

"S'mores, huh? Makes sense, I guess. Y'ain't scared of it, or nothin'?"

"Me? Hehe! Naw, I'm never scared!"

"Well, shit! Beg yer pardon!" Fuel leans back, hands raised, donning an amused grin. Has a bite of his peanut butter sandwich, while he's at it. N' mutters the rest with a fist coverin' his mouthful. "I'm only askin' 'cause, ah.. Lucas used to say this psychic stuff was an awful sorta scary. Back when he first started doin' it, I mean."

"Oh, he's told me so, too. It's kinda funny, ain't it? Everyone always says he used to be so skittish. I can't hardly picture it." Abelle's got strawberry jam on hers. N' banana slices, too. She snuffs out the flare, just long enough for a meager nibble.

"Heh. That's fair. Sometimes I can't, neither." Beyond the makeshift awning, out there in the blue, silhouettes mill about the boats. Settin' up chemical filtering equipment, they'd said? Somethin' or other. If he squints, Fuel reckons he can make out Lucas' red-n'-yella plaid. Leading the pack, no doubt. "What if it goes outta control? If the fire gets bigger than y'bargained for, or whatever? That, uh… That ever happen?"

"Mm-mm," Abelle answers. Shakin' her head. "Not really. Not with PK Fire. Sometimes my Shields're too big, if y'can believe it. N' sometimes I start hearin' what other folks're thinkin', n' it's like..? Like I can't turn it off. But, if I'm bein' honest…" Her gaze dips downward, back into the shadows. Scrutinizes the pitiful candle wick, held low in her lap. "M'no good at Psycho-Kinesis. Offensive PSI, Kumatora calls it. The stuff y'can fight with."

"That ain't so bad, is it? Not much to fight about, these days."

"That's what Kumatora n' Lucas're always sayin'. But gosh, have ya seen them spar? They're incredible! N' Claus, too! PK Love, n' Ground, n' Starstorm… It's amazin'. The stuff they can do."

The way the kid's eyes brim with starshine, Fuel can totally imagine her watchin' the Cerulean Beach lightshow. Cheerin' from the sidelines, as Claus and Kumatora hurl fireballs at each other. Makin' the whole goddamn planet Earth shake, like it ain't done since armageddon. Or when Lucas' gaze takes on that otherworldly glow N' shit starts floatin' all around him. Like the very laws of nature were made to be broken, far as he's concerned. Somethin' so gentle n' mild - transfigured into somethin' downright cataclysmic.

Yeah, Fuel's seen 'em spar, alright. It scares the piss outta him.

"But me? I've got none o' that. Too weak for it, I guess." Abelle pinches her fingers together, quashing the flame like a bug. Takes a deep breath. Exhales it all, in one quick burst. "Shoot. Sorry. Didn't mean to go off on a tirade. I prob'ly sound real ungrateful. N' envious, besides."

"Naw, I, ah… I reckon I get where yer comin' from." Fuel shifts his weight, atop the supply crate he's sittin' on. Nurses a half-flat can of Sierra Mist. To clear his throat of that smoggy, cloggy sensation. "Y'just wanna be capable. Protect the folks y'care about. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Be a part of somethin' bigger."

"Yeah…"

"Nothin' wrong with wantin' that." Aluminum crinkles, frail, in his sturdy grasp. "Nothin' wrong at all."

His sandwich disappears down his gullet, during the brief quiet that ensues. Hers remains a work-in-progress. Restless, at seventeen and three months, even lunch breaks are a kind of labor. She shuffles her boots over strewn wires.

"Thank ya, Fuel," Abelle tells him. N' he perks up, and shrugs. Like he's surprised to hear it.

"Me? Naw, thank you. 'Preciate ya showin' me Pee-Kay Fire, at least. Made me feel a little braver. Fer what it's worth."

"Hehe. Aw, jeez. You're welcome, then."

It ain't pyrophobia. She'll take his word for it. But even little miss sunshine can tell there's somethin' he's tryin' to overcome. No matter how quickly he changes lanes.

"Say, y'don't got Thunder? By any chance?"

"Nope. Only Fire. Why?"

"Aw, no reason. Jus' curious."

"Well. I've got a curious question, too, if y'don't mind it. What's all this you're workin' on, in here?"

"Mm?" Fuel's gaze jolts to meet hers, if only for a split second. Dirty fingernails sift along the crate's lid. One foot kicks a heavy-duty screwdriver away, into the lamp-cast shadows. His teeth form a simper. "'Fraid that's a bit of a secret, lil' miss."

The kid's tired eyes turn suddenly sharp. Glancin' past him, at a dimly-lit swath of buttons and dials. Then directly at him. Snagged in a potent stare. Fuel hesitates before speakin' up. Still wearing that dumb grin on his face.

"Wait. Hah. Y'ain't tryin' to read my mind, are ya?"

Abelle stares harder. Takes a deep breath, leaning ever so slightly towards him. Then closes her eyes. As if embroiled in a deep, scrying focus. A chuckle cracks its way through Fuel's constitution. He shakes his head. Clambers to his feet.

"Okay, alright. I'll show ya. But, ah…" One index finger rises, as he drops to a near-whisper. "You'll keep it on the down-low, won'tcha?"

Abelle peeks one eye open. And smiles like a Keebler elf.

"Cross my heart, hope to die!"

-

Yellow paint peels to reveal steel plating. Which, in turn, gives way to scarlet rust. Layin' there in a dilapidated heap, rot notwithstanding, the central console alone prob'ly weighs as much as Abelle herself. Its glass cranium's a lost cause. Shattered n' displaced ages ago. Stiff rods stickin' out the circular chasm up top. Fuel managed to scavenge one lower left limb, mostly intact, from its would-be resting place. The others are a work-in-progress. They litter the workshop, alongside other unfinished Frankensteins. Pull on a pair of inch-thick gloves. A heavy helmet, with a darkened slit for a view. Smothered an apron, like a weighted blanket. She'd tell him he looks silly, if she didn't know better. Absolute spaceman.

He can't tame a bonfire. He can tame a welder. Got a safety checklist in his head. A spark-proof suit of armor. And a forge built of impenetrable battlements.

When Porky took Fuel, he had him puttin' in child labor hours at the goddamn bakery. Workin' dough for desperate dough. Burnin' bread like nobody's business. Absolute wonder he didn't get f-f-f-fired! As merciful a manager as Sweet Caroline was, the role suited her like a square peg to a round hole. N' Fuel, likewise, was a sorry excuse for a baker. Kneading putty, coughin' up flour and oven smog, apron tied too twisty-tight 'round his tree-trunk waist. Like his father before him, the young craftsman's calloused hands have always preferred sturdier fare. If y'ask Fuel, the hop-skip-n'-a-jump from lumber to iron ain't so much of a leap, after all.

Mecha Lions n' Boa Transistors are his bread n' butter out here. Should a stray Rhinocerocket come barrelling through the walkway, on account of a busted fin, Fuel's your guy. He'll whip up a replacement in no time flat. N' never mind the occasional dent that may mar his best bud's steely shins. Chimera repairs're a noble duty, far as he's concerned. One he's proud to uphold.

Robots, though? Most folks hardly consider 'em casualties. If they consider 'em at all.

An uncommon sight - most have long since ceased functioning. Uttered their last garbled beeps, and melded into the wreckage upon which they stand. A slim handful were reprogrammed n' repurposed, back during the first salvage missions. The rest were left to their tombs. Haunted the Harbor for about a decade, crawlin' around the place in various states of zombified dysfunction. You can picture a teenaged Fuel's cringing horror, as a shambling Octobot claimed his leg in a tendril's grasp. Yanked him straight down with a vengeance nastier than any sinkhole. Claus came to his rescue, this time. Made quick work of it. Crowbar's clash. Psionic flash. An ugly scowl marks the spot in his memory.

Y'can picture, too, how that same teenaged Fuel looked down upon the un-creature. One half titanium, one half bronze, sundered roughly down the middle. Circuit-tronics n' whatsits, blasted every which way. Not-brains spilling from its not-head. Its veneer, crisply obliterated, looked not unlike a welding mask. Come to think of it.

Each had a directive, once upon a time. Monitor the perimeter. Exterminate intruders. Serve King Burgers. Whatever. None have the chops for any task, anymore. Too feeble, ineffectual, expendable. Too little, too late. Wrong place n' time. To say robots "want" for anything would be a stretch. But the premise of "purpose" gets Fuel a wee bit misty-eyed.

Sure, it's a silly sentiment. He knows it. "Laugh it up, if ya like," he says. Becomes apparent to Abelle, real quick, that it ain't an illicit sorta secret, but a self-conscious one. Some folks have a righteous penchant for amends. He's got a feckless tendency toward unsung causes.

"Naw, I think it's mighty kind of ya," she replies. Naturally. Abelle's the girl who calls old cars "she," n' pats her PC's tower when it ain't loadin', n' prescribes human feelings to vintage stereos. That said, she'd be lyin' if she claimed her intrigue isn't primarily techno-historical. Eyein' the robot with an eagerness to match his mercy. "What about the wiring? N' the hardware repairs? I know just a lil' bit, myself. Might could help ya fix the processin' unit, if it's still got one."

"That so, Barbie? I'll take ya up on it, if y'mean it. Got Sheep helpin' me with some o' the electronics. Was thinkin' of askin' Claus, but they.. ah…"

They were there, last week, when Fuel pried the leg from the bog. Their spine's no good for heaving, these days. Helped him pull it loose, nevertheless. A mere index finger beckoned a telekinetic tug. N' they'd been all laughs, n' Lifeup, n' pats on the back, after Kerosene was sent tumblin' backwards. The foundry's mechanical menagerie had them whistlin' a different tune, though. Quiet steps, Lucas-esque. Deer in a taxidermy shop. Low glower, set upon Fuel's Lego brick pity projects.

"I don't see what's gotcha so touchy, all of a sudden. Ain't that different from Mecha Lions n' Boa Transistors, is it?"

Claus didn't answer him with the same old scowl. Not quite. Fury is a mask they outgrew ages ago.

Nana told him not to sweat it, over dinner. "Environment's got a profound effect on an animal's nerves. His words, not mine. He won't say so, but I think the Harbor has him a bit on edge. I wouldn't take it personally, if I were you."

"Me? Take shit personally? Hahah. I would never! Jeez, Nana, it's like ya don't even know me."

Fuel's the only one who can get her to roll her eyes with a smile. He loves it when she does that.

… Anyways.

He tells Abelle she ought not mention it to Claus. No sooner than she nods her noggin, Bronson barges in. Here to check up on his apprentice's handiwork, apparently. A wayward elbow knocks that can of Sierra Mist from its cabinet-top perch. "Oh, shoot. I didn't…" The master smith gawks down at his blunder. Only to find the can halfway crushed. And thankfully empty. Not a drop of spillage. He hunches over - pop in his knees - and picks it up. There's a remarkable grace to his hammy fingers. And a klutziness to his cough. ".. Ehm. Sorry." Fuel chuckles. No harm, no foul.

"Gosh, how many folks're in on this, anyways?" Abelle inquires. "Doesn't seem like much of a secret to me."

"The hell do ya mean? It's jus' Bronson, n' Sheep, n' Claus," muffles Fuel, through his helmet. "N' Nana, o' course. N' you. Now. I guess. So, uh. Practically nobody."

The robot's shiny new right leg is immaculate, by the way. Accordin' to Bronson's utmost scrutiny. A nigh mirror image of its leftward double. "I'm tellin' ya, Barlmoro, you've got this down to a science! Dunno what the heck y'need me for, anymore. I'll give ya a hand with the installation, though. Only since ya asked real nice."

"Why thank ya, boss," says Fuel. Who didn't ask at all.

But disaster strikes the master, when he hunkers on down. A sharp pain in his lumbar is swift to knock him right outta commission. Abelle ends up nursin' his woes with Lifeup, while Bronson nurses a root beer. She lends Fuel her lackluster telekinesis, in his stead. An invisible force - only a little shaky - helps him attach both legs, safe and secure, to the central console.

"… This look even to you, boss?" Fuel tosses back. Like a consolation.

Bronson holds up a measuring level, from his seat on the sidelines. Closes one eye. Squints. N' forces a wincing grin.

"Right on, kid."

Couple mornings later, Lucas swings by, in that awfully quiet way he's wont to. Nearly spooks Fuel right outta his skin, when he gets a knock on the wooden entryway frame. He tosses a frantic tarp over the automaton's arms. Raises his soda can, to meet Lucas' coffee jar.

"Ain'tcha doin' chimera transit today? Whatcha need little ol' me for?"

"We're gettin' started now. Thought I'd drop by, while uh. While most folks're preoccupied."

Lucas can't read minds. Besides Claus', at least. Kumatora's, maybe a little. But no one else. He's assured Fuel of it, 'bout ten or eleven times. Still, he finds his stomach sinkin' a little. The way his childhood pal looks right through him.

"Claus mentioned y'were repairin' robots. Told me not to tell anybody. Then, ah… Then Abelle said so, too. Ain't sure if it's still s'posed to be a secret or not."

Right. Of course.

"Heh, well, shit! Y'got me! I know, I know, y'don't gotta tell me, it's real stupid. They ain't livin' things. Don't even got feelin's, n' here I am feelin' sorry for 'em. We oughtta be usin' their parts for scrap, n' chimera repairs, n.. n' if ya need me to, Lucas, I'll stop n' do that instead, honest to god. Didn't mean to be all sketchy about it, I jus'..? Mm?"

Ain't like Lucas to interrupt. He raises his hand, instead. With a real pitiful blast of his overcast sky eyes.

"Err. Sorry. Go ahead," says Fuel.

"Don't worry 'bout it. S'alright. I just wanted to offer, um.. I mean. I can't work metal, or electronics, or do none o' that programmin' stuff. But. If y'ever need a jolt? Y'know, like, to jump-start somethin'?"

Lucas flashes him a thumbs-up. A teeny spark of PK Thunder dances from his fingertip.

"Lemme know. Anytime."

He watches, over a meek sip of coffee. While Fuel's pensive panic melts away like marshmallow goop.

"Ha.. haha! Phew, fuck, man! Thank ya, Lucas!! I mean it. Thank ya...!"

[system-of-dead-stars]

Having bpd is just like in ur head u notice like smth so fucking minute or completely made up by ur own trauma/etc in ur head u’ll be like “oh my ficking god they hate me now holy shit i must have done something so unforgiveable (but unnoticeable to just myself) in the last FIVE ✋ minutes to make everyone (reasonaly) loathe my existence and want me dead” and u probably are considering su!cide but THEN they’re like “:(((( i fucking got the lawnmower stuck in the ditch” and u offer to help them bc idk k!lling urself can probably wait and it takes ten ✋✋ minutes until u see that beautiful smile on their face as they grin and laugh bc u had to stick a rug under the mower’s tire that was stuck and try to like force it out of the grass by violently shoving ur back backwards and u do it bc ur largely able bodied and this fellow has p bad scoliosis but u’ve never mowed grass in ur life bc u have severe eczema and grass allergy so he has to walk u thru the mower like u are 12 but its a lil funny ig so anyway ur doin that right but then he gets this idea and he’s like “one of us should push it from the other side” and u were pushing before but it hurt bc of ur ingrown toenail stabbing u inside ur Minecraft crocs but u were PULLING the mower and u know the motherfucker w like a 45+ degree scolisos s curve is NOT PUSHING A FUCKING RIDING MOWER so u test it a bit and it dossnt hurt u!!!! So u push big big on the mower w the love of ur life romantic platonic or otherwise tryna shove back with like the engine and idk pure hope ig until the mower SHOOTS backwards and ur both laughing and life is really nice for like another ✋ minutes and then maybe u’ll get su!cidal again but u know he’s almost done w the grass and he was so happy to make such an accomplishment with you, ur like…. “Oh yeah i have bpd i need to ask ppl instead of assuming they want me dead”

[dexare]

[ TRUE PESPECTIVE ]

(Heavy wind interference) (Sreams can be heard in the background) Log:006 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003.

" Fuck me, Mark just got his leg shredded by the tip of a pyramid!...

We found a narrow path up the valley, we were hoping to get high enough to avoid the sand but the path was so fucking narrow that Mark completely fell off, the only reason his not dead is because his leg got fucking impaled by one of the pyramids poking out from the sand. I honestly can't tell you if his lucky or not. The tip pierced his leg around the thigh and ripped away to his feet, his royally fucked. How the hell is the wind that strong, it just fucking lifted the guy and throw him over the edge fuck.. we need to make a camp, we need to move guys!..."

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Log:007 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003.

"Jesus, how do I ever start this.. alright, so yesterday was a fucking journey man. Marks doing alright for the most part, but he lost so much blood that he fell unconscious, still hasn't woken up yet.

A lot of things helped him out, and the fucker still breathing at least. Milo's keeping an eye on him says that he's healing fast.. too fast, I won't even try with that. I recommend a quarantine once we get back.... His suit was compromised, it did repaired itself pretty fast so I'm guessing that's what saved his life the most, stopped his leg from losing any more blood an gave it pressured, I'm pretty sure he'd be dead without it. My ########## didn't make it, so I doubt he would either, even in a place like this one.

Anyway, that's not really everything. Yesterday, after Mark suit stabilized him, we kept climbing the hillside all the way to the top. We found a pretty good camp side... I couldn't get the camera to work then but this, this is what I was talking about a couple of days ago [image], there's way too many of them the way the sand falls, how they suddenly pop out from the wind blowing it away its like watching a video of plants growing, it's honestly beautiful but also terrifying when you realize that pyramid is the size of a mountain and the video is now playing backwards with you desapering into the fucking sand.

Its fucked, but at least we're high enough that it's not a problem anymor..kinda.. Now the new problem is just the fucking wind.. it just doesn't fucking stop, we pinned everything down but of course it's still fucking sand, so it obviously doesn't hold shit!. AINT THAT RIGHT THOMASss YOU FUCKING stupid CUNT!....

*sight* Sorry, sorry, it fine, we're managing. It's fine. it's oki doki. We're still fine....... What really got me on edge is what I saw this morning...

Like I mentioned before, we're still keeping an eye on the sky to chart it out an see we're we are in Galaxy and all that time stuff, but this storm just doesn't let up, its like a nonstop hurricane without rain, just movement of air in random directions. It's getting on my nerves, but yesterday, for whatever reason, i felt like sitting outside while i was looking at the cloud formations.... but then.. then I noticed something that chilled me to the ficking bones, and I can still feel it, that leftover sensation creeping up on me that sudden rush of adrenaline and fear still pumping in my vains.

While i sat looking at the clouds, I saw an opening forme in between the clouds. It was directly on top of me... when I tried to look beyond it.... I saw a world completely upside down with another person looking back at me. The landscape was black, and the entire formation in the sky sharpened to a pyramid... I dont know if it was a mirror or something else, but it looked broken....

It couldn't have been the same place I was standing on.. the landscape looked different, but the man had a suit just like mine, and they were standing there as surprised as i was..."

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Log:0010 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003

"We managed to get to the other side, and the smart device is still operational, but we had to leave the hover cart behind. On a good note, Mark can walk again and... as far, as i can tell, he doesn't act any differently... for now, at least... hmph..

Anyways, the sky is completely clear finally. Yesterday, after that thing that happened, Thomas managed to chart it out, Ay's was right about his prediction. it's an Earth variant...□○■●□○

□○■●□○■●...the sky is still completely clear, no roof, no dark pyramids, no reflection.... I talked to Thomas, and apparently, he saw something similar while working on the chart...

I still can't explain it, but where moving on to pyramid and the city, i dont think we're gonna get any answers on this run...

I'm definitely coming back here.."

#ChroniclesofRebellion #Fragment #MissingChronology Part - 6/7/10 | Sevdeliza- Grace

[scarecrowscarecrow]

when i was six i rememnber m dad cfryon cryinf as je mowed the lawn. he foun d a r abbit,half rotted in the bust benreath waybes window. it stunk in the sun and looked up at us with clouded eyes. i asked my dad if rabbits went to eaven . he just sobbed,. i donr remenber dad ever being that upset even wharn mom died, he jist got cruel. drywall falls on my gead and the sun bears town and all i feel in my mputyh is ash and grit something bad happned that day. thers nothing good lefy.

my brother the rabbot, the fiers the lawn myself my father, scrying and crying and not moving to burty the damned dead. rabboysr have always beeen gentle crearires. why were we named stom them the aahses are too lloud and they fall into my ears, i feeel dead.i m not breathing my lunds are full of air i cant rememeber last sunday i acant eremnber past a camera lens i cant remember the last yime i smoked and it felt good i cant remember bing safet ibn bed with someone who trusted me as i amm an d not fot this. named aften small birds known fro shutting down easy prey easy chase but with no meat no skin in the game nothing i wlet her down i lost him fucj whi did i never see it sooner is this an attack is it erealapse itsbeeebn five ficking years sinec i last did this im hoing fucing backwards im hurting im sobbing the worst thisn is i mlike this im no nbetter rhan the insane things in the woods im going to svacre everyone maybe i want to.

did you know that the rabbit speciec Sylvilagus has 13 wild species? 13 days thirteen species was i reallt revereted back into my nuber my birtday my shitty fucking lucj. when i was six i rememnber m dad cfryon cryinf as je mowed the lawn. he foun d a r abbit,half rotted in the bust benreath waybes window. it stunk in the sun and looked up at us with clouded eyes. i asked my dad if rabbits went to eaven . he just sobbed,. i donr remenber dad ever bei

gonna go shave my head. brb.

[penisliker-moved]

i like to say stiddle ficks sometimes and ppl judt go oh haha he just got it backwards which is funny. but what they dont know is im making a reference to The Letter People, a childrens program originating in 1964 intended to teach the alphabet to kindergarteners. More specifically im referencing mr x's introductory song from the 1974 television show which was one of several that scared young children so much that many teachers never played it for children

[engelhexe]

על ידי שבעת כוכבי הלכת כביכול בכלים, כל הכוחות מפוזרים לאדם ממעיין הטוב העליון:

מאת סטורן התבוננות נשגבת והבנה מעמיקה, יציבות השיפוט, השערות נחרצות, יציבות ורזולוציה בלתי ניתנת לביצוע:

מאת יופיטר, זהירות לא מעורערת, מזג, טוב לב, אדיקות, צניעות, צדק, אמונה, חסד, דת, שוויון, חנינה, תמלוגים;

מאת מאדים, האמת; לא להיות מבועת, אומץ וחוזק תמידי, רצון נלהב של איבה, כוח המשחק והתרגול ונחישות מוחשית בלתי ניתנת להמרה.

על ידי השמש, אצולת הנפש, נקודת המבט של הדמיון, אופי הידע והדעה, בגרות, עצה, התלהבות, אור הצדק, התבונה והשיקול המבדילים בין זכות לטועה, מנקים אור מחושכת הבורות, תהילת האמת שנמצאה החוצה, וחסד מלכת כל המידות הטובות:

מאת ונוס, אהבה נלהבת, תקווה מתוקה ביותר, תנועת התשוקה, הסדר, המוחלט, היופי, המתיקות, הרצון להגדיל ולהפיץ אותה בעצמי;

על ידי מרקורי אמונה ונוקבת נוקבת, הנמקה ברורה, מרץ הפרשנות וההיגוי, כוח המשיכה, חריפות השכל, שיח התבונה, ותנועות המהירות של החושים:

על ידי הירח, עיצור שלום, פיות, כוח הדור וההתגברות, הגדלה וירידה, ומצב רוח בינוני, ואמונה הידיעה בדברים גלויים וסתומים מניבה כיוון לכל; גם תנועה לעיבוד האדמה לאורח החיים ולהענקת צמיחה לעצמה ואחרים.

- היינריך אגריפס, "שלושה ספרי פילוסופיה תורת הנסתר", ספר ג

[kkusuka]

Love your writing and I adored your thick af gf head cannons. I was hoping that you could do a part two with the following characters; Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Sugawara and Futakuchi? Thank you!

<3

part one

part 3

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Just the fact that ushijima had a girlfriend set some people off

But the fact he had a girlfriend like you??

No way

No possible way

How did that even happen?

I’ll tell you

It was not the most romantic by any means

It was a totally normal day at Shiratorizawa, classes were fine, but on his way back to his last class he was in a crowded staircase

And you just happened to be wearing shoes that didn't fit and somehow were coming undone every five seconds

What i am trying to say is you fell backwards onto him and he you a hand full off ass and another hand of boob

you apologized, he was shell shocked (and kinda turned on)

And you two just moved along, until tendou got word of what happened

Which led to him getting the full story from the man himself then forcing ushijima to ask you out two days later.

You agreed, duh, and thus began the “ushijima gets everything” mantras

He's not that protective with what you wear considering either everyone knows you’re his girlfriend or he's standing next to you the entire time you're wearing it.

But, he does take notice of a lot of your clothes, uncaring or not, he’ll try to talk you out of wearing some things

like tight dresses, which is pretty much every dress

With the exception of sundresses!

If you wear a sundress he’s putty in your hands, just slip on the dress and you can literally just walk on him, and he’ll let you

Also sundresses are the reason you know his horny language

Considering he is not a man of words, he takes a more physically approach

As in he will grab you by the waist, pick you up and just walk away

Maybe uttering a “we have to go”

Or there are times that he’ll just put you on his lap or have you straddle his thigh

No words, no thoughts, just thinking about how soft you are.

Semi Eita

Semi is a cuddle bug, and you can’t tell me he isn't 

So seeing you at one of their games, specifically the one that he was playing and doing great, he knew it was you

Once he slithered his way into your life he asked you on a date!

That night was th efist day he realized that he wasn't the only one who thought you were the hottest person on the planet 

Que the beginning of protective Semi!

He's the “I trust you, but i don't trust them” linda guy

But the good way 

He lets your wear all the dresses and leggings (bc they usually don't stay on for too long) 

But when he does, he's on you, shoulder to shoulder walking, hand in hand, arm around the shoulder 

Just to let all those creeps know your his <3

(it is also not below him to buy you a choker (aka a collar) with his name on it) 

He is the handsy king 

He’s a good mix of groping you to heavan, and telling you how beautiful you are 

He’ll pry his hands into your thighs and press you into him 

He shoves his face into the crook of your neck 

He also doesn't really care if anyone sees, he’ll do it during parties, in his dorm with his roommate, during practice breaks 

Or he ruts into you in the hallway 

Everyone sees it, you know it he knows it, you guys just don't really care 

Akaashi Keiji

you knew him as Bokuto's friend and he was content with that 

but eventually you guys caught feelings and bokuto just decided to play god

Akaashi, as much as he tries, is not completely rid of emotions 

And all the pretending makes it really hard for him to see you in more than a few outfits 

The uniform, how have you not been dress coded yet? 

One time it seemed especially short and he just turned around and faced the wall until the bell rang

or when you were rushing and just wore spandex and his old jersey to one of his games 

he had to get taken out so he could catch his breath

aka just looking at you made him a mess

and that time you wore leggings and a crop top to a movie date 

and he had a hard on the entire night

(but it was below him to ask for a handjob in public even though he desperately wanted to ask) 

considering he’s turned on when you do literally anything 

He has formed a “i have to tell her i'm turned on, but i don't want to say it out loud” system

First is the staring 

He just looks at you from wherever you are and he follows you with his eyes. Hell look down your body and think out your previous bedroom activities 

Second is the touching

He’ll come up behind you and just stand there. Rest his head on your shoulder and rub up and down your sides 

Third, and finally, is the whispers 

He has his head there for a reason, if you just ignore him (which is hard) he just starts telling you all the things he wants to do to you. And he’ll remind you about how you begged for him last time and how easily you cu for him

Basically he just makes it impossible to ignore

Oikawa Tooru

Imma just say: the reason you got with this guy is because he practically begged on his knees for it 

Everyday, everytime you passed him he would tell you how amazing you looked and how you would be such a good couple

Y’know, pretty + sexiest girl on the planet = power couple! 

It's basic math! 

And eventually you gave in and he was ecstatic! 

You were his!!! Him him him his!!!!!!!!!

Honestly, i think he’s the type to match outfits

So he doesn't care what your wearing because he always looks like you belong to him anyways 

But that being said, if he doesnt have something to match, you can't wear it 

What a diva 

There is one exception to this

A royal blue, v-neck, off the shoulder, skin tight, mid-thigh dress

You didn't have that thing on for two minutes before he was ripping it off. 

You guys were a no-show to whatever event you were supposed to be at 

He’s far more vocal about when he wants to have sex 

Sometimes he’ll just yell across the room that he wants head

But you have Iwaizumi to hit him in the back of the head and put him in his place 

He will bend you over something and fake bang you

Or he’ll pull you onto his lap and have you ride him

He’s just really horny and somehow seems to get what he wants when he wants by just being a persistent bastard

Sugawara Koshi

He’s your biggest hype man! 

You could be wearing a potato sack and hes be smiling as clapping telling you how great you like 

He’s like a facebook mom, he takes pictures of you all the time and just brags about you to everyone 

He also takes the best instagram photos 

He ever so slightly makes you wear more modest stuff (not that it matters) 

But it does help with some of the rando’s who try to get with you  literally every time you go out 

You also seem to be a catcall magnet

And HE barks back at them 

Like “bark” “woof woof” kinda bark 

Every time, he has not let anyone pass

Now a horny Koishi is just like regular Koshi but every so slightly more snappy

But he mostly just attaches himself to your rear and just sits 

He’ll stand behind you and grind or he’ll rock the both of you back and forth so it looks slightly less like he’s trying to bang you

But if you’re teasing him alot he’ll just grab you and take you to your room or another room and just bang 

Either way he’s getting what he wants 

Futakuchi Kenji 

This guy shows you off!

He wanted everyone to know that you are his and his only! 

He’s a lucky guys and wants everyone to know it 

He isn’t to controlling of what you wear but that doesn't mean he doesn't get turned on

(he does, and fairly easily) 

Any kind of booty short

They frame your ass like the fuking Mona Lisa, it should be illegal. And how they accent your thighs and make them look so soft and cuddly 

Short-ish dresses

I'm talking mid-thigh, frilly, like the type that people take the panty shots from. It's just that they are always shorter in the back and sometimes he can see your panties under them. 

One time you were making something in the kitchen with one of them on and he just laid in between your legs and just started….from the floor…...up to your panities 

(like a creep)

Any many other random articles of clothing, but those two just seemed to set him off the most. 

He’s demanding horny boy 

He wastes no time in just grinding on you and telling you how much of a whore you are for getting turned on. 

He also has no shame in doing in while people watch

Waiting is such a hassle and if he could just fick you in an alley he’s going to

Let all those jerks see who you love <3

[3pblueberry]

my hope for season 2 acofaf

also spoilers ahoy below! massively sick and fucked up on cough meds right now so it’s. ramble

okay. i a hundo pa cent CERTAIN rue did the dirty on breaking up that engagement back in the lore. hundo percent. which, ha! ohh my god! can’t bllooody WAIT for the drama of hob learning ‘oh heartbreak ow ow ow i can’t believe it was YOU all along’ hehehehehehehehe classic scandal most excellent

also i can’t get powm out of my head about stolen child by yeats? check it:

Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we've hid out faery vats, Full of berries And the reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters of the wild With a faery hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal-chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

so check - it also uses the word ‘hob’ which is how the title spells hobbs name wjich is really cute cos that’s a hearth kind of thing i guess?

also im thinking the p stands for pfifflewhumpus. that’s a gobliny name i think!

also i knoowwww it’s regency so this will never happen, but i really want there to be fanfic or fanart of them fighting a snail. that happens all the time in olde fashionede art. random knights and shit fughting massive ficking snails. i want it. i need it. snail time

also hobs whole vibe, plus dogfather grandpupper oldmandog fuck i forget its name. old dog. grandpa dog. their vibes SO match. that at trickery fellow with the backwards feet feel like thye’d be in the same weird painting together fighting a snail

the smail fight will be season 2 im calling it now

[azucanela]

6. LOCKED IN A CLOSET | BAKUGOU KATSUKI

1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: In which Mina Ashido gets sick of the pining turned avoiding, so she decides the best course of action is to steal the Janitor’s keys and lock her idiotic friends in a closet until they sort themselves out. 

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: kissing, pining, stealing, references to events in season three, damn?

A/N: i was considering using another gif and realized that bakugou’s hands literally SMOKE after he uses his quirk

This was the last straw.

Mina had been observing Bakugou for a while now, and she had determined a few things. First of all, Bakugou does care, he just has his own weird way of showing it, his concerns were laced in with his insults in an attempt to prevent others from noticing that he cared. Even though he would complain about the presence of Mina and the rest of the Bakusquad, he’d never outright kicked them out of his room. And when they needed help, with anything, he’d be there. Studying happened to be something they did together frequently, and though Bakugou insisted on insulting them every five seconds, he was actually a fairly good teacher. Then again, Bakugou also sought to be good at everything.

The second thing Mina had noticed was that actions like this were far more pronounced whenever he was with Y/N L/N. It seemed the girl made him, ‘soft’ to put it simply, not that Mina would ever say that out loud, seeing as she wanted to live to see another day. But it was clear in the way he encouraged the girl, pushing her to work as hard as she could, and yet when she overworked, he was there to keep her from the edge. It had been pretty obvious the day he’d offered Y/N his lunch because she’d forgotten her own, and sure, his offering was couple with a few insults about how foolish she was to forget her meal, but it was an offering nonetheless. 

It was then that Mina began to wonder if Bakugou could feel things other than anger. She’d tried to ask him herself, but he’d simply blushed furiously and begun cursing her out. So, Mina hatched her plan to try and get him to admit feeling something for Y/N. She’d send Kirishima to ask him about it, only for the boy to come back with holes blown into his clothes by Bakugou’s infamous explosions. Then, she’d tried to get Kaminari to hit on Y/N, to gauge Bakugou’s reaction.

That didn’t end well for Kaminari.

Prior to beginning her effort to bring the two together, she’d gone to Y/N to determine if the possible feelings were mutual. Though the only answer she got was, “I don’t see why it matters, Mina.” Which Mina had a feeling meant, “yes I do, but I doubt Bakugou would like me back since he has his sights set on being a hero.” Not that Mina needed confirmation, she just would’ve preferred it, though the few times Y/N had offhandedly mentioned Bakugou in conversation were confirmation enough. 

But no, watching Bakugou, seated closely beside Y/N as he explained the homework that had baffled her, Mina knew that whatever Bakugou felt for Y/N, it was far from platonic. He hadn’t cursed, hadn’t called her an idiot or some other crude name, hadn’t teased her for not understanding the concept they’d been learning in class all week. No, he’d simply told her to shut up and listen as he explained. If Mina had made such a request, he would’ve told her to start paying attention in class, or to quit being such a damn idiot. 

This, this was the last straw. Now, this definitely wasn’t Mina’s brightest idea, I mean, who in their right mind would lock Bakugou Katsuki in a closet? Nobody. And yet, there Mina stood— with keys she’d asked Sero to... borrow from the school janitor��� ramming the keys into the keyhole and locking the door behind Bakugou and Y/N. Mina refused to watch the pair pine for each other any longer. If they wanted to simp for each other mutually, then they would do it as a couple.

Also, Mina just loved to play matchmaker with her friends. 

“LET US OUT OF HERE RACCOON EYES.” Bakugou called out, fist ramming against the door as he glared at the girl through the door, not that this was possible. 

He could hear Mina begin to laugh as she simply replied, “sort yourselves out and then I’ll let you out.” All the subtle hints of their true feelings disappeared after Y/N accompanied Midoriya and his friends to save Bakugou, Mina was fairly sure that Bakugou was avoiding Y/N at this point, though she couldn’t come up with a good reason why, aside from the kidnapping itself. So now, she would force them to make up, and hopefully confess their feelings. 

The tension was getting tiring for everyone in their class. 

This only serves to anger Bakugou more, and Y/N seems to take notice of this as Bakugou feels her hand come to his shoulder, he can’t help but hate the way he relaxes as he turns to see Y/N, shaking her head, “Calm down.”

“Yeah, Katsuki, we’ll be back in an hour. Have fun, lovebirds.” Mina could vividly recall the day Y/N had accidentally called him by his first name, the boy’s cheeks had become a bright red, but when Y/N tried to correct herself, he shut her down almost immediately. And yet Mina couldn’t even remember the last time the two had even acknowledged each other now.

These words earn a growl frmo Bakugou, who is moving backwards to aim his palms at the door, hoping to activate his quirk and blow the door down, only for his back to hit Y/N. “I don’t think using your quirk would be the best idea.”

“Well do you have a better idea?” She was right, if he used his quirk, it could easily do more harm than good. Bakugou wasn’t sure how reinforced the doors of the school were, especially in light of all the recent attacks, he also didn’t want to pay for any damage he did. That and he could easily end up harming Y/N in the process.

She exhales deeply, hands moving to his shoulders to force him to turn around in the small closet and face her. “We wait until someone comes by, the janitor will definitely be looking for his keys.” 

Bakugou evades her gaze he turns to glare at the locked door once more, “what if no one comes by and we have to wait for those idiots to come back?” Y/N shrugs, looking behind her before moving to sit on the ground, just for Bakugou look back to her incredulously, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable.” Y/N brings her knees to her chest, resting her head on top of them as she continues, “it’s not like she’d free us until we sorted ourselves out.” The words come out harsher than Y/N intended, but she was annoyed at the way Bakugou had been treating her recently, the way he was obviously avoiding her.

The boy before her grimaces, but settles down against the door nonetheless. The closet isn’t that large, Even with his knees bent, there still isn’t much space between him and Y/N, who had taken to staring at one of the many cleaning products in the room, rather than him. “There’s nothing to sort out.” 

A bitter laugh escapes Y/N as she returns her gaze to him eyes narrowing, “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks and there’s absolutely nothing to sort out?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grumbles out, averting his eyes from her cold gaze. 

And suddenly Y/N is grabbing one of the boxes of tissues on the shelf beside and and throwing it at Bakugou, hitting him square in the chest because of his spread legs. “What the hell?”

“I’m gonna keep throwing stuff at you—” She picks up another item, this time a spray bottle, “until you are honest with me.” Comes her response, throwing the item, only for Bakguo to catch it, placing it down beside it.

Y/N is already moving to grab something else off the shelf as Bakugou begins to protest, “hey—Hey! Cut it out.” Y/N is already throwing an unopened bottle of hand soap, which Bakugou dodges, glaring at Y/N as he hears it hit the door behind him. “Y/N, I swear if you—” she doesn’t break eye contact as she reaches beside her for another object, only for Bakugou to launch himself forwards and grab her wrists to prevent her from continuing her assault. “Stop.” There’s a tone of finality in voice, but Y/N disregards it as she begins to speak.

“You ready to talk yet?” She makes an attempt to yank her hands from his grasp, but Bakugou’s grip remains firm as he holds her. “Because I am sick of this, Bakugou.”

He pauses, brows furrowing as his grip on her wrists loosens and he releases them, “what did you just call me?”

“Your name.”

Bakugou is scowling now, falling back into a seat, though he’s no longer pressed against the door as he replies, “that’s not my name and you know it.” 

Y/N can’t help but scoff, “first names are reserved for people who you care about.” He’d barely been interacting with her these past few weeks, ever since his kidnapping. Y/N had a feeling that had something to do with his behavior, but she’d assumed he had needed space to process, until space turned into Bakugou avoiding her entirely. She’d confided in Mina about the possibility once, and the girl had simply told her to confront Bakugou. 

That was easier said than done.  

“Do you really think I don’t care about you?” He asks, disbelief clear in his voice as he watches her, “Y/N, you could’ve died going to save me like the damn idiot you are. And what would I have done?!” 

Y/N inhales deeply, bringing her hands to her face as she begins to speak once more, “Bakugou-”

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps, looking away from her, silence engulfs the pair as Y/N stares at him, still processing his words when he decides to continue, “I thought things couldn’t get any worse, but seeing you there? ” Bakugou runs a hand through his hair, tugging at it as he contemplates what to say next momentarily, before looking back up at Y/N, “I’ve never felt more horrified. So don’t you dare say I don’t care.”

Y/N is about to respond when the small light above them began to flicker to nothing, effectively darkening the room. Y/N can hear Bakugou rise to a stand, hand coming to the wall and ficking the light switch a few times, only for nothing to happen. Her breath hitches as she grabs the edge of one of the shelves, rising to her feet as well. “Do you think the power went out?” 

Y/N can hear the way Bakugou inhales shakily, causing her to reach out for him, hand meeting his chest. Y/N could’ve sworn she could feel his heart beating as her hand fisted at the material of his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer to her. “You don’t think it;s an attack do you?”

Oh.

“It’s not, this is just an old light.” She assures, pulling him closer, something Bakugou doesn’t fight. “Bakugou.” Y/N mutters, trying to garner his attention, she can’t see his face right now, and he seems to have gone completely silent save for his breathing. “Bakugou,” she repeats, brows furrowing from his lack of response. “Katsuki, listen to me.”

A hand comes to her arm, grasping it tightly, “what?” 

“Your quirk— do you think you could make an explosion small enough to light up the room and not cause any damage?” Seeing as they were in a room filled with highly flammable chemicals, it was a gamble, but Y/N had a feeling this would do more good than bad. 

He doesn’t respond, simply removing his hand from her and taking a step back, Y/N can hear a small crackle as the room lights up spottily, small explosions at Bakugou’s fingertips. His brows are drawn together, attention focused on his hand that was now lighting up the room, 

Y/N found herself bringing her hand to Bakugou’s forearm as she moved closer, causing him to look up at the small explosions faltered. “See?” She mumbled, “we’re safe.” Y/N is rubbing small circles in his arm as she looks up at him, meeting his eyes.

“You don’t know that.” 

 Shaking her head, Y/N replies, “are you calling me a liar?” She brings her free hand to the back of his neck, hand tangling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I didn’t say that.” He grumbles, the small explosions now steadily brightening the room. “And be careful, idiot.” Bakugou tries to pull away from her, worried that the explosion could harm her, but Y/N doesn’t accept this, grip on his hair tigtening. 

She scoffs, eyes narrowing as she looks around the room for something that could help them escape the closet, to no avail. Y/N fails to notice the way Bakugou’s eyes trail over her, watching as her face is lit up by the glow of his explosions. When Y/N turns to look back at him, she doesn’t expect his eyes to already be on her, and can feel the her cheeks warm.

Their eyes lock and and Y/N finds herself moving closer to Bakugou, he makes no attempts to stop her this time, but Y/N can see red blossom on his cheeks in the glow of his explosions, which were beginning to become more infrequent. It’s not until the explosions come to a stop entirely that Bakugou presses his lips to hers, his warm hand coming to her side as he pulls her closer. 

Y/N’s hand leaves his hair to grip his other arm, just for Bakugou to force them to switch places without his lips leaving hers. He forces Y/N’s back against the door, only for her to pull away, mouth gaping open as Bakugou’s lips find their way to her neck as he breathes heavily. 

“That was a very sudden change of pace.” Y/N mumbled, a small laugh escaping her. 

Bakugou grunted in reply, playfully biting at Y/N’s neck and causing her to swat at his chest gently, before looking back up to her, not that either of them could see much. Despite this, Bakugou’s hand finds its way to Y/N’s face gripping her chin as he brings her into a much shorter kiss, “you’re my girlfriend.” 

It wasn’t really a question, mostly because Bakugou wasn’t asking, but it wasn’t a demand either. Even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N could practically feel Bakugou’s eyes burning into her, awaiting a response, whether it was an agreement or not. 

“Okay, Katsuki.” 

A/N: well that escalated quickly, also i hate editing kjashkjdahskjdh

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[dipplie]

Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

[jeonjungkoos]

yoongi in leather pants was honestly a weakness of mine

BELT TOO WHATBTHE FICK

MINTY GREEN HAIR ABD THISE PANTS ARE. NOT OKAY!

WHAT THE FCJK! OMG HSJSAJJSJ!! YOUR TOUGUE BOY!!!

YOONGI WQNST ME DEAD !! HIS HATS ON BACKWARDS FOLKS

MINTY HAIR AND LEATHER PANTS! CAn HE GET ANY HOTTER??!?!

OKAY !!! HIS PANTS WERENT LEATHER BUT THIS PIC IS THE DEAYH OF ME

OHH SHITT!! BAD IDEA LOOOKING AY THESE PICTURES WHILE IM IN THE BUSS! I SCREAMED A.BIT

[ryderreturns]

God Smites Sinners

Who: Kitty Wilde and Ryder Lynn, and their familiars

When: Monday July 2nd, sometime in the early morning 

Where: Undique Stadium

Why: When two water affinities butt heads, Kitty’s God is stronger. 

What: Trigger Warnings: Violence, mentions of Death and bombs

Kitty arrived to Undique Stadium on Monday. Brother Hunter's baptism was weird but like he was always a little off. Being a bloodline was like that. Kitty pulled off her sunglasses when she got to the room to deal with another upstart New Age. The last time she was here, Trashy Cohen-Chang threw her off, but this time, Kitty was sure to win. She held onto her cross pendant for support. The Lord would grant her a win. She wouldn't be tempted to lose control.

Ryder and his familiar, King, were already waiting in Undique. He'd added another hour onto the reservation for the training room, just in case. Though he knew it wouldn't take that long to knock the Wilde girl down off her high horse. 'You won't go too hard on her, correct?' Ryder sent the elk a look as the doors opened. "Hey," he said as Kitty came walking in. Wow, she was short. "Do you need to warm up? Summon a familiar? Pray?"

Kitty pulled a face. What was that thing? A big deer. "Warm up? God didn't need a warm up and I don't either." She blew on her freshly done nails to make her point sharper. She gave Ryder a vaguely irritated look. He was another boy. She didn't have to exert any scheme on him. Boys were simple.  "I've already prayed, Tinder 3." She didn't want to summon Alena, though she had a feeling her familiar would sneak up somehow. <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence. Alena, I summon you under the grace of God.>> At Kitty's call, a small fish floated around in a bubble of water Kitty created within her palm. "Can we get this over with? Your familiar smells like a barn."

Ryder "Just asking," he said, putting up his hands. His brow furrowed at Tinder 3. What did that mean? While Ryder was trying to stay in the right mindset for a duel, he was distracted by the fish that popped up in a bubble. No, he thought, don't be fooled by cute animals. "And yours has no sense of smell," he shot back. Ryder and King walked across the floor to take their spot on the other side of the arena. "Ladies first," he said.

Kitty: 1d6  = (6) = 6 + 1 for familiar use Ryder: 1d6  = (2) = 2 

Kitty pouted at Ryder's comeback. "Fish can smell, Barn Boy. They have nares." Kitty said snootily. She gave Ryder a fake smile for his annoying chivalry and went to her side of the stadium. The faster she knocked down these New Agers, the better. She had to get stronger before she could own Tina Cohen-Chang. If this werewolf boy was giving Kitty an advantage, Kitty would take it. Only idiots gave people a chance to hurt them. <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence! Flood and freeze him!>> Kitty shouted, sending a torrent of rain down onto Ryder. As the water hit the boy, Kitty froze it. "Alena, show him what you got, bitch!" Kitty commanded her angelfish. Do I have to? Alena said sadly as she flowed between the raindrops and lightly slapped Ryder on the face. "Now leave," Kitty told her familiar. She wasn't going to have her goody-goody two shoes familiar around to patronize her.

Ryder thought, Shit. I forgot about nares. So much for that comeback. He grimaced at her spell phrasing and how she called on God's magnificence. At first, the rain had no effect. But the she froze it and it stung at his skin, making him wince. "You made the fish slap me," he said sadly. Ice magic was something he'd wanted to grow into using, but it was still out of his specialty. Maybe his heart just wasn't as cold as Kitty's. "Nice move," he said, wiping the rain off.

Kitty replied, "You were the one who said she had no sense of smell!" She wasn't totally defending Alena, her dumb familiar. No freaking way was she doing that. She saw her freezing rain wasn't affecting him much. Was he a stronger affinity than her? Kitty growled behind her lipstick. She already lost once to an electrifying lesbo. Big Daddy God wasn't going to let Kitty fall for the same trick twice. She dropped to her knees and started praying. She grabbed at her cross pendant.  <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, let my spirit be yours, my body nothing, let it bear all wounds, all pain, all death, for my place is with you in Heaven, shed me of this mortal sin… >> She starts the ritual, not caring if she was going to be hurt during it.

Ryder: 1d6  = (6) = 6 Kitty is preparing and rolls a 0. Takes full 6 damage.

Ryder started to gather water from the side of the training room. Bringing it to King's head, he let the water mold to his antlers. Even with the water to keep from totally bludgeoning Kitty, this was going to hurt. King was already running across the room (reluctantly) in order to headbutt the girl when she got down onto her knees. "Don't kneel during a fight!" Ryder shouted at her, but it was like she didn't hear him. King had too much momentum to stop and even Ryder winced when the two collided. "Okay, that was worse than a fish slap," he winced.

Kitty: Holy Beam - 1d50  = (22) = 22 Ryder: 1d6  = (6) = 6

Kitty continued to cast despite getting impaled by an uggo deer. It's okay, if I die, God will protect me. This pain is nothing for a martyr of His Grace. This was what I deserve to be pure again.  She pressed her hand tighter on her cross enough to cut into her palm. <<And let my body burn up in your light of Justice, oh Heavenly Father!>> Her body went into a trance, bending backward. A brilliant white flash burst from inside her like an explosion. It was a circle of light shooting out of Kitty that struck Ryder. After the light passed, Kitty gasped as she woke up from her trance. It hurt so bad. Her body was abused from the inside by that mighty holy power. But did I win? Lord, do you believe me when I said I made a mistake with that girl?

Ryder watched her pray, wondering if it was to be healed. King returned to his side, the water falling from his antlers. They shared a brief look at the words 'light of Justice.' In the next moment, Ryder finally knew what it felt like to be smote by God. It was something he'd imagined would happen after leaving the church and becoming a witch. Now it was truly happening. Nothing had ever burned so much. That angry white light was the last thing he saw before collapsing to the ground as King dissipated into the Aether beside him.

Kitty got up on her feet. Her hands were blackened from the blast. I'm getting better at it. Papa said not to do it but what does Papa know? What does Mama know? They're idiots who think they know how to control me. Little by little, Kitty knew she was going to be stronger. "Oh fuck," Kitty slipped as she took a step. "Frick. Fick. Free...Oh free." Kitty looked nervously up at the ceiling. She knew the Lord heard her. In front of her was the new age witch. The werewolf boy. Lying in a loser heap on the floor. She smirked before the pain was too much and she had to grab at her side. Her phone, where was it. She wanted to take a picture to commemorate. But is that a good idea? Kitty sighed. "What the heck do you want, Alena?" Her familiar was floating in her water bottle on her side of the stage. Kitty controlled the water to flow up from the bottle so she could see her familiar face to face. You already showed him what you can do. Alena moved her gills. Kitty frowned, pursed her pink lips. "So what." Alena swam in a circle. You didn't show him everything. You should heal him, Katherine. "Ew, stop calling me Katherine! That's so old! Why should I heal him." Kitty crossed her arms and glared at Ryder on the ground. It's what the Lord would want you to do. Love thy neighbor. "My neighbor is Quinn, and she's never around for me to love." Kitty uncrossed her arms. She glanced at Alena. "Do you think she would?" Alena didn't say anything. Kitty grumbled and placed her hands on Ryder.

Kitty rolls to heal 1d15  = (10) = 10

Kitty <<Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence. Mend his bones. Cleanse his spirit. Rid of his smell.>> Kitty saw her hands glowing blue-white. The light left her hands and entered Ryder's body, healing him.

Ryder opened his eyes to a warmth on his body that was the opposite of the burning he'd felt moments - years? - ago. "Holy fuck," was the first thing he said. He sat up off the floor and shook his head free of the cobwebs surrounding his mind. "That. Was. Epic!"

Kitty shrieked when Ryder came alive with an exclamation. Did new ages not know manners when coming back from unconsciousness? "What the heck, stop creaming your pants, you weirdo." Kitty pulled her hands away and scooted away from him.

Ryder laughed at that, pushing back onto his feet. He didn't feel 100% but he felt 10/15, which was pretty good considering he thought he'd just seen the white light of death. Wait, students couldn't die in school duels. "You're a total bitch, but damn that's a good attack." Maybe he should've stuck with God after all. Ryder threw up a little in his mouth just at the thought. Nope. "What do you call it? The Last Thing You See?"

Kitty wrinkled her nose. "And you're a moron and your attacks, your familiar, and everything about you sucks." She stared at Ryder's enthusiasm blankly. She tried to look for Alena but that bitch floated or swam away into the aether. "No, it doesn't have a name! Stop making one up!" Kitty argued. New ages are all total psychos. She got up steady to her feet and decided walking away from this was way smarter. No wonder Sister Quinn was a genius. She didn't deal with loser lusus witches draining her IQ. "I'm leaving, you're so weird!"

Ryder shrugged. "I would've had you if you didn't pull that bomb out on your second attack like a coward," he mused. "It's a good name though. You should use it." Maybe then she could just say the attack name instead of kneeling down to pray and opening herself up to a hundred different attacks. "Thanks for the heal! We're having a rematch! No bombs!"

Kitty stopped in her tracks to fight back, "L-o-l bitter much your magic was nothing compared to mine? I don't get why people hold back. If you hold back, you don't get what you want. It has nothing to do with patience." She put her hands on her waist, ignoring how everything inside her wanted to rest. "No. It sounds lame, like you." Kitty couldn't make heads or tails about this boy. She just shook her head in disbelief and rolled her eyes. "I didn't heal you for yo...ugh, whatevs! You're totes going to lose next time too." Kitty pointed at Ryder with her blackened nails and left.

[unaduessa]

Generation Kill AU Series (Titled to Be Added Later)

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Gunny Wynn x Nate Fick, more to be added

Tags; @msridcully @wordsfly-writes-ff @awkward-iguana

Summary: I promised myself I wouldn’t make this a fic, but I have no self control so here we are. This is just a quick preview for the first chapter that I’ll put on AO3 as soon as I figure out where the hell I’m going with it. I’m really just posting this to force myself to actually write the rest of it. Enjoy!

“Is there a Lieutenant Fick here?”

It would have been great to say that Nate reacted fairly calmly to hearing his name, but honestly he stood up so straight so fast he nearly knocked himself out on the counter he’d been cleaning under.

“Who’s asking?” Nate replied, wiping the cleaning solution from his hands with a rag and trying to play off his surprise. Standing at the end of the bar was a tall, broad man in a khaki jacket and a baseball cap, a little scruffy but definitely not unattractive. Actually, Nate thought he was considerably attractive, but he kept his smile polite.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”The man apologized, taking off his cap. In truth, Nate had heard the door open and the man approach, but he hadn’t paid it much thought. What had shocked him was hearing his old title after almost four years.

“Nah, it’s not your fault. I get caught up in the work is all,” Nate said, waving it off and motioning that he was still listening as he continued to wipe down the counter.

“I’m Mike Wynn. Uh, a guy named Rudy gave me this card and said I should talk to Lieutenant Nathaniel Fick?” The man said, pulling a worn business out of his wallet and handing it over to Nate. Frowning a little, Nate turned the piece of stiff paper over in his hand. The edges were worn and the crease down the center was pressed firmly. He knew Rudy kept every business card he ever received tucked safely away so obviously this ‘Mike Wynn’ had been fiddling with this card for a while, or at least often.

Rudy wouldn’t have sent him a client unless it was legit, but Nate was still a little wary. He and his team operated outside the law, he had to be. He scanned Wynn quickly but carefully. Blonde hair, probably a lot of sun. Close-cropped haircut, probably military especially considering the heavy stress he seemed to put on Lieutenant involuntarily. He was half-turned to face Nate, but obviously kept the door in his peripheral and he leaned heavily on his back foot like he was ready to take off at a moment’s notice. Something was clearly worrying him so Nate weighed his options quickly and nodded.

“Alright, Mr. Wynn. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll hear you out,” He said, cracking a smile as he watched the realization dawn on Mike’s face that he was speaking to the man he was looking for. “And call me Nate. No one’s called me ‘sir’ in almost four years. Not seriously, at least.” Mike nodded in agreement and waited for Nate to settle in the barstool beside him.

“So, how can we help you, Mr. Wynn? I assume Rudy told you about the services we provide,” Nate said, jumping right into business. The bar as empty like it usually was on weekday afternoons, so he wasn’t worried about discretion.

“Actually not really, he just said you could help with a problem I’ve been having. Wouldn’t tell me anything but that,” Mike shrugged.

“Well, how about you tell me about the problem you’re having and we work backward from there,” Nate said and moved to sit in one of the booths instead of at the bar.  Mike hesitated but followed.

“Alright, sure.”