#gotta protect your fishy boyfriend

[britany1997]

Paul and Fishy: True Love’s Fish

Here’s my little early Valentine’s Day gift to y’all❤️ hope you enjoy this!

(Also big s/o to all my Fishy fans, he loves y’all too, he told me😤)

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Paul strutted down the boardwalk with Fishy in tow. After months of begging, Paul had finally agreed to take him along on the boys’ infamous nightly visits. Paul had flown to the boardwalk, forgoing his bike for the night, and all the boys had been recruited to help keep Fishy safe.

When they had protested, Dwayne had mentioned that if they didn’t agree to protect the goldfish, there was a real possibility the car could go missing again.

David had lifted some bubble wrap from the post office, and wrapped a layer around Fishy’s bowl. Marko held it, his hands generally much steadier than Paul’s, as they walked past the stands where vendors tried to push their rigged games on unwitting tourists. Fishy swam in circles contentedly, happy to be let into this part of Paul’s life.

Paul smiled as he walked next to Fishy, pointing out all the boys’ favorite places to the excited goldfish. Fishy blinked and bubbled back to all Paul’s rambling, until he caught sight of something that made him freeze.

“…and that’s why we can’t go on the carousel anymore. Shame really, best place to pick up babes, you tell ‘em, ‘you look good riding that horse baby, but you’d look better riding me!’” Paul said, laughing at his own joke.

When he was met with silence, Paul’s brow furrowed. “Hey Fishy,” Paul said waving his hand in front of Fishy’s bowl, Marko rolling his eyes as he watched, “did you get it? Because you ride horses on a carousel? This is like, my best stuff bud!” Paul looked at Fishy concerned.

The goldfish usually would have humored Paul, but he was entranced, staring at one particular stand. Paul looked to follow Fishy’s line of sight until he too was looking at another goldfish, a prize for one of the games.

Paul gasped in surprise, “Fishy! You’re more dog than fish right now dude! She looks like she totally digs you!”

Paul was right, the other Fish returned Fishy’s soulful gaze, seemingly as transfixed as he was. Paul glanced back and forth between Fishy and the goldfish in the stands. He sighed.

Paul thought about how Fishy had listened to him talk through every silly little fight he had with his three, devilishly attractive, boyfriends. How Fishy had spent many a night in Marko’s room because Paul had brought home someone to…keep him company. Fishy has always been a good friend to Paul when it came to his love life.

Paul looked down at the cash in his pocket and knew what he had to do. It was time to return the favor.

“C’mon Marko,” Paul commanded, “we’ve gotta see a man about a fish.”

Marko groaned, but followed Paul anyway, carrying Fishy with him.

Paul walked up to the booth that housed Fishy’s mate and handed the vendor five bucks, “three baseballs please.” Paul asked with a smile on his face.

The vender nodded and handed the blond vampire the baseballs.

Paul wound up and tossed the first one at a tower of bottles. He missed. ‘No problem,’ he thought, ‘I’ve still got two.’

After he failed to even get close to the bottles with his other two tosses, his smile faltered. This was going to be harder than he thought…

Fifteen balls later, Paul was down to his last fiver, which he slammed down onto the counter with gusto. “I’ll take three more balls,” he spoke while glaring at the booth’s vendor. Marko sighed, still holding Fishy’s bowl tightly in his arms. Paul turned back to shoot Marko a pointed look.

“This is serious Mark,” Paul spit, “do you want Fishy to die alone???”

Fishy blinked.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I’m just stressed,” Paul replied, “I’m gonna do this for you I promise! You’re my best friend and you deserve to be happy.”

Marko made a disgusted face, “your best friend?” He asked.

“You’re my best BOYfriend,” Paul said back, “don’t tell the others,” he whispered.

Paul turned back to the game stand vendor, who looked genuinely confused at the bizarre conversation. “Balls” Paul demanded. Marko stifled a laugh while the vendor placed the baseballs in Paul’s hand.

Paul wound up and threw the first ball. He missed. He would up again and threw the second ball. Missed again. Paul took his last ball and brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss. “Please,” he whispered to the ball, “let me do this for my friend, please.” He all but prayed, his eyes closed and brow furrowed.

Paul wound up once more and threw his last ball, holding his breath as it whizzed through the air.

Paul, Marko, and Fishy watched as the ball collided with the tower of bottles. The force from the baseball sent bottles flying until there was just one left, rocking back and forth on the ledge. Paul was shaking from anticipation begging for the bottle to just fall already.

In a last ditch effort, he blew softly at the bottle while the vendor’s back was turned. The bottle rocked one last time before clattering to the ground with a bang. Paul had won.

Paul jumped up and down with excitement, Fishy wiggled his fins with joy, Marko gasped in disbelief, and the vendor rolled his eyes apathetically.

“I did it Fishy!” Paul exclaimed, “now you can be with your soulmate!”

Fishy blinked rapidly.

“Geez calm down bud,” he told Fishy, “you don’t wanna look tooooo eager in front of the ladies.”

Fishy blinked.

“Smooth,” Paul said, winking at him.

Fishy let out three bubbles as he stared affectionately at the other Fish. As she looked into his eyes deeply, the fish let out three bubbles back. Paul gasped, “she really is the one!” He exclaimed. Fishy turned to blink at him in affirmation.

The vendor handed Paul the bag containing the goldfish which he subsequently poured into Fishy’s bowl with him. The two fish swam in circles around each other, obviously excited to be together. Paul looked on smiling, “I think I’ll call her Goldy,” he said happily, as Marko pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Paul reclined on his bed with Goldy and Fishy’s bowl in his lap. He smiled down at them as he watched them blink to each other.

After awhile, Fishy looked up and blinked at Paul.

“Oh! My bad you guys!” Paul said, “I’ll just uh- I’ll get out of your way.”

Paul placed the fishbowl on top of his bedside table and left the room to go into the lobby. But before he did, he turned back one more time, while he couldn’t be absolutely sure, he seemed to have caught sight of the fish sharing a sweet kiss.

Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye he whispered, “that’s my boy,” his voice full of pride for his best friend.

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[natty-kitkat]

When Lance came over to his hidden sanctuary bearing food and sweets for his fishy boyfriend, he thought it was going to be a nice date with introducing him more human food, swimming alongside him, and maybe stealing some kisses out of him.

What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of Keith’s screams and the sounds of growling. Dropping the bag of food, Lance came rushing over to the beach, ready to defend him from what monstrous creature that dared to attack his beautiful mer.

Rushing over with a piece of driftwood over to the edge of the water seeing Keith struggling with a furry thing, Lance yelled out, “Hey stay away from my boyfriend… you… tiny creature!”

But before Lance could even as so much swing the piece of wood, he had found himself the victim to an attack something slimy and gross was flung into his face, making him scream and fall over into the sand in surprise.

“Don’t hurt my small companion, Lance!” Keith yelled at him, holding the tiny creature close to him, hissing.

Grabbing at whatever slimy creature that was thrown away from his face, he realized that not only did his merboyfriend just threw seaweed at him, but that he was also defended the creature which was actually just a tiny puppy.

A tiny, cute little puppy that currently was licking at Keith’s face, his tail wagging happily to the attention given and not caring at all that person holding him wasn’t even human.

“Keith what the heck?” Lance asked confusedly, staring at the dog. “Where the heck did you find this little guy?”

“I don’t know where he came from, but I saw him walking by the water. Isn’t he just so cute? He’s so soft and playful! Can I keep him?”

Seeing how Keith was looking at the puppy in the same way that most people would at seeing at a dog, Lance knew that telling him he couldn’t keep the furball was going to be a tough challenge.

“Keith baby no, the beach isn’t a safe place for a puppy to live on, plus he could have a owner already!”

“No, he does not have a owner! I saw a another human come here and dropped him off in a box before running off! They left him here!”

“Keith still, the ocean is much too dangerous and there isn’t any shelter for him here.”

“Then you take him!”

“But Ke—”

“Please Lance��.!” Keith said, begging for Lance to agree.

Seeing those sad purple eyes looking at him and holding the puppy who was also staring at him with its cute puppy dog eyes, was weakening already his nonexistent will in denying his boyfriend anything.

He was such a sucker for cute guys and cute dogs.

“....Ugh fine just… stop looking at me like that way!”

“Really?! Thank you so much Lance! Look Kosmo, you got yourself another family member!” Keith cooed, hugging the puppy to his bare chest.

Snapping a secret pic to add to his collection labelled “cute fish,” Lance wondered to himself just how was he going to explain to Hunk and Pidge why he suddenly adopted a puppy out of the blue when they both knew that he was a cat person.

But seeing Keith smile so sweetly at him, ever thankful over taking in the dog, made it all worth it.

He was always weak for Keith’s smile after all.

[shoichee]

how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs 

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

Hi if I may I wanna request LS hcs, like what's their reaction to reader getting injured in a mission and calling the bois to drive to pick them up? Like, through the call they could just tell sth bad happened to reader. (And can u make it gn? Thx very much I love ur writings!!)

AH THE GOOD OL HURT/COMFORT

thank u sm!!! 🥺 and i make everything gender neutral by default so no worries there my love (i want these boys to care for my they/themmie ass)

la squadra helping their injured partner home 🤕

risotto ✂️

the moment risotto heard something off in your voice, a quaver or unsteady breath, his heart stopped. he'll ask if you're injured, and when you say yes, he's already up and on his way

he keeps calm, and first of all he's making sure it's not bad enough that you need a hospital. if you reassure him honestly that it's not that severe, he tells you to stay put and wait for him and he doesn't waste a second. he may insist you stay on the phone with one of the others while he drives.

and he's driving as fast as he can without being reckless. you're so important to him, and even if he's reassured that you're not dying, the thought of you hurt and alone--his heart can't take it. all that mattered was getting to you and making sure you're safe, so he didn't ask yet how the injury happened--but if someone hurt you and they're still alive, they won't be for much longer. and he won't make it quick, he thinks with his jaw clenched and a hard grip on the steering wheel.

but he's all gentleness with you when he gets there. he's relieved beyond belief that you are, in fact, alive, but his heart is in his throat seeing you injured. if you'll let him, he'll pick you up and place you in the passenger seat. he looks you over and does quick fixes to last you until you get home.

he's still tense in the car. he'll ask how it happened; if it was an accident or the target you already dealt with, he'll be reassured. if it was someone else who's still kickin, he's already making plans. but still, his focus is you. at every red light, he's taking a hand off the wheel to rest on your shoulder, your knee, to hold your hand, just to soothe him that you're there. eventually, you just keep one hand on his knee. he can't express how grateful he is for your grounding presence.

you've done well. just... be more careful, amore.

he can breathe again once you're both safe at home and you can be properly patched up. he'll stay with you until you fall asleep, then stay a little longer.

prosciutto 🚬

something is wrong. it's not a question. explain that you're injured, and he's on his way. you're not hospital injured, but he doesn't waste his time. he'll want to know immediately what happened and will scold you for being reckless, but he's just shaken. he's determined to stay calm for you though and keep you calm.

he will definitely get one of the others to stay on the phone with you while he drives (and he's going as fast as he can). he's not taking any chances. if you got hurt again after calling him, when he's supposed to look out for you, he'd never forgive himself.

he's also turning the whole mission over in his head (from what you've told him) while he's goin, and tapping his finger on the steering wheel, because yes injuries happen, but.... he can't bear the thought of you getting hurt. you've told him the extent of it, but he's conjuring up a whole other round of scolding when he sees it in person.

but then he does see you, and all that goes out the window, because his nurturing instincts kick in and all he can think of is taking care of you. he's speaking softly and hushes you soothingly if you make a pained noise. he doesn't want to linger, so he gathers you quickly to the car and takes off again

he's instructing you on breathing through the pain in a calm tone. helping you focus keeps him focused, too. when you get home, he's all gentle touches as you're being treated, and he does the forehead touch to ground himself in your presence.

pesci 🎣

is everything okay? he's all worried, cause you don't sound okay. you say you're injured, and his throat gets tight. he promises you he'll be right there, lay low and keep yourself safe he's getting there as fast as he can!!!

and he rushes. he's kinda freaking out. he's more than kinda freaking out actually because you're all alone and you're hurt and the thought of it makes his eyes prick, but he steadies himself because he can't drive if he's crying and he's gotta get to you. you're his partner, you called him, you put your faith in him and he will not let you down

the moment he sees you he's spilling apologies that he didn't come with you for the mission because maybe he could've prevented this. you tell him not to blame himself. he swallows and nods and VERY gently helps you into the car, he's terrified of getting you more hurt. his hands are shaky while he gets you stable and comfortable but he doesn't half ass it in the slightest.

he glances over at you when he can but he drives Very carefully on the way home, he wants to keep you safe. he'll ask you to tell him about the mission, or offers to just listen if you want to talk about something else, get your mind off it.

he fusses and frets over you when you get home but he's relieved that you're safe. if someone hurt you and you didn't get to them first--yeah, they're dead meat. no more mr. nice fishy.

formaggio 🧀

he'll be like, babe u good??? tell him you're injured and he says not to worry, he'll be right there, hang tight okay? he's gonna get you home safe, he loves u.

he keeps a rather level head because he's just focused entirely on you, on making sure you're gonna be okay cause what kind of boyfriend would he be otherwise?? he can't help but feel like, even when you're down and out, you're his guiding star.

when he reaches you he's showering you in reassuring affection, he's looking you over and doting on you with all his fond pet names, kissing your cheeks. he holds you close as he helps you to the car and insists you take it easy, let him do all the legwork here okay? you're not hospital injured so he's a bit more relaxed, helps you relax, he'll get you home and you'll be all patched up, don't worry about a thing.

he drives carefully, but he keeps one hand on your knee or holds your hand. he'll ask you to tell him about the mission and praise you for your work, and injuries happen so if you're worried about it don't be, you did amazing. he'll generally just fill the space and try to cheer you up, make you laugh. if he does get you laughing, he's smiling and giving you a little squeeze. he loves your laugh.

he makes a big show of ayyy i'll take care of you when you're home, absolutely dotes on you and if he's not cuddling you he's fetching you whatever you need.

illuso ��

his throat dries up and he goes entirely tense when he hears something off in your voice. what's wrong. he'll say it in a way that's both hushed and sharp, more an insistence than a question, he's not mad he's just extremely fucking apprehensive. tell him you're injured, and he'll feel more rigid than a statue for a moment. he'll ask how bad, you say not hospital bad but you need help getting home, and then he's moving fast and direct and telling you he's on his way right now, do not move.

oh honey he is speeding. he's speeding and taking any detours he knows (and he knows everything he's the info guy) and probably flipping off whoever honks at him without even a glance. his eyes are straight ahead and glaring at the road because you're hurt and he wasn't fucking there so on god he's gonna be so fucking there now.

something in his chest twists seeing you hurt. he's insistent but gentle in checking you over, not wanting to overlook a scrape, and is extremely careful helping you to the car. he doesn't speed home, but the only thing on his mind is getting you there so your wounds can be treated. he's still very stiff and he doesn't say much, but he will quietly ask what happened. hearing about how you got hurt makes his jaw twitch, especially if someone hurt you.

expect him to hover. he only really relaxes when ur all patched up, and he'll sigh and play with your hair, and once it's just the two of you he'll gently kiss your forehead.

if you were hurt by someone and they're still alive, he will find them and make sure they are very much not alive with his own hands, probably by the end of the night if he has any say in it

melone 🍈

he's very calm. tell him you're injured and he's in medic mode, gently telling you to give him the rundown. he's already making quick assessments about it, decides based on your injuries/your preference whether he takes a car or his motorbike (the bike is faster but the car is more stable). he'll ask one of the others to stay on the phone with you and keep you calm while he gets there.

stay put, amore. don't strain yourself, and don't worry. i'm on my way right now.

he keeps his level head but he's still going as fast as he can. if he opted for the bike, he's taking detours through alleys to get to you quicker. he doesn't give himself room to worry, he knows how to stabilize himself so he can take care of you.

when he gets to you, he's methodical and efficient but sweet, speaking softly and praising and encouraging. he gets the most immediate stuff out of the way so he can get you home, and once you're settled in the car/on the bike, he kisses your cheek before taking off.

if you're on the bike, he has you in front with your back to his chest, and feeling comforted by holding you close. either way, he drives carefully and still keeps his calm, gentle tone. once you're all patched up at home, he gives you a long, loving kiss.

ghiaccio ❄️

he'll say you sound off, and there's a spike of worry. say you're injured and he's bolting up and going WHAT!!!!! stay there and DONT FUCK URSELF UP MORE he's on his way rn

ghiaccio already drives like a maniac (which is ironic considering how protective he is of his car) but YOU'RE hurt and alone? nuh uh. not on his watch. he's running red lights, leaning over the steering wheel with his eyes on the prize, and grinding his teeth. he's kicking himself for not coming with you on the mission.

when his car screeches to a halt he's just vaulting over the open convertible to u and demanding let me see let me see what happened etc. he's not harsh at all tho especially in how he checks you over and fusses, he gets ur ass in the car and takes u directly home. he wants to be fast but he also doesn't want to jostle u so he drives like, marginally carefully, by his standards

if someone injured you and they're still alive, he shouts he'll get the bitch himself. he'll also say in his ranting that he should have been there with you. you tell him honestly that it's not his fault; he just grumbles.

he hovers and snaps at the others if they're not extremely gentle with you as you get patched up. once it's just the two of you, he clings (carefully). be more careful, dumbass, he mutters, and kisses your cheek.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

reach sorbet first, and his eyes will narrow at your strained voice, as if he could just glare at whatever was bothering you to make it go away. he's already up and his hands are twitching when he asks what's wrong, and at that point gelato pesters him to go on speaker. reach gelato first, he'll just ask right away if you're hurt, and when you say yes, he puts you on speaker without sorbet having to do anything.

they're already on their way, and one keeps you on the line while the other drives. and no matter who it is, they're driving like a fucking crazy person, running every red light and tires squealing. gelato does most of the talking, like always. he's asking you about the injuries, trying to keep your spirits up, and praising you for a job well done on the mission. he'll ask how the injury happened, and his tone is still light, but you know your boyfriends have murder on their minds if someone hurt you. and if someone did, and you didn't get to them first, gelato will go, hmm. we'll fix that. sorbet agrees with mmhm.

once they're there (and they're there very fast), they're both looking you over and doing quick fixes with gentle hands. gelato will coo at you for how brave and tough you are, and sorbet may just pull you into his lap and nuzzle your cheeks together. he will probably carry you to the car even if you can walk fine.

whoever isn't driving will gently cuddle you and cover ur face in kisses in the backseat, and they're driving more carefully now so as not to throw you around. gelato will chatter about whatever to help you feel alright, and sorbet will get his quips in. getting you to laugh is a victory.

one of them is literally always touching you. if someone else is tending to your wounds and they try to fuss about one or the other being in the way, they'll tell em to deal with it as long as it isn't bothering you. get ready to be squished (carefully) between two cuddly boyfriends until you're better; they love you so much and just want to care for you, it hurts their hearts that you got hurt without them there, so they're not letting you go now.

if someone hurt you and they're still kickin, they'll ask if you want to be there to do em in, or if they can go ahead. if you want to be there, they'll pace about having to wait because the thought of someone who dared to hurt you still breathing makes their hands itch, but they Will wait until you've healed up some. you take the reins on the hit in that case, and they'll be happy to follow your lead. if you say they can go ahead, they both grin. they're gonna leave that fucker as a smear when they're done.

[mammonshuman92]

- Watched - Pt.3

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: cussing, stalking, kidnapping, religion, 

Note: C/N (coworker name)

-

“Man, I’m starvin’. What’s takin’ so long anyway?” He grumbled, remembering the whole ‘first name basis’ thing with the delivery driver. 

He was laid on his back across your bed scrolling through social media, impatiently waiting for you to return. His stomach started to growl.

“Maybe I should go check? But, MC said to stay here so no one could see me.” He said to himself, a slight pout on his lips.

He heard a small shuffling noise come from the living room, it sounded like a paper bag crinkling.

Ok, ya got the food, now don’t be tryin’ to chit chat MC, I know how ya are. I’m dyin’ in here!

The bedroom was a straight shot down the hall from the door, making it impossible to sneak a quick peek without fully exposing himself.

He could hear you talking back and forth with...Alex. He huffed to himself remembering your chumminess with the take out guy. Something just seemed weird to him about the whole thing. 

Somethin’ is fishy about him always havin’ MC’s route or whatever. Does nobody else deliver for that place? I bet he’s got a crush on MC or somethin’. 

“I’ll kick his ass.” He said out loud, his own thoughts making him sour.

He listened again, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn’t hear any actual words, but he could hear Alex’s voice. Barely, though.

Wait a minute.. Is he whisperin’? What’s he gotta say to MC that requires whisperin’?! I gotta get outta here.

Mammon was getting himself worked up, assuming this delivery guy was confessing his love to you. He’d nearly convinced himself to march out there and confront the creep. To hell with staying hidden!

Before he could blow his cover, he heard something hit the front door followed by more shuffling movement. He calmed down a bit, thinking the noises he heard were of you getting the food inside and trying to kick the door shut.

He impatiently waited for you to call out, telling him the coast was clear and that he could finally come eat. But, you didn’t.

After a couple minutes passed with no new noise, he grew slightly anxious.

He stood up and started pacing beside the bed, feeling antsy.

C’mon, MC. What’re ya doin’? I’m witherin’ away! Before long I’m gonna shrink up and turn into a Little D or somethin’..

Suddenly, he heard voices again. Well, just the delivery guy’s voice, still a hushed tone. He groaned to himself.

“If he don’t hurry up and go away, I’m gonna eat him instead.” He grumbled quietly to himself.

Something didn’t feel right though. Why was Alex’s voice the only one he heard? It had been at least five minutes since he heard you say something. It’s not like he just missed what you said because you were too quiet for him to hear, or you just chose not to contribute to the guy’s conversation.

You always talk, to basically anyone you come in contact with, never really knowing a stranger. He’s pretty sure you haven’t gone five minutes without talking since he met you. That’s why it seemed so weird to him. 

That alone wasn’t really enough to expose himself though, was it? 

To say you’ve been through a lot lately is an understatement. You’re sleep deprived and your nerves are shot. With everything that’s been going on, it would be more weird if you didn’t act a little different. He didn’t blame you for not being your usual self.

He still couldn’t shake this feeling though.

A sudden, loud noise outside got his attention.

Was that a car door?

He moved quickly, putting his back against the wall, scooting over to the doorway.

���MC? Is he gone?” He whispered.

No answer.

Screw it.

Very slowly, he peeked his head around the corner, careful not to be seen.

“MC?” He whispered again, louder this time. 

Still nothing.

Somethin’ is definitely wrong..

He fully emerged in the doorway, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. As he quickly made his way up the hall, he noticed the door standing wide open. He could see that an older model car was parked in front of the house and you were no where in sight.

Hand still on the door knob, he turned around to call out into the house, “MC, where ya at? Ya know ya left the door-”

Before he could finish, the car outside suddenly accelerated, kicking up dirt and rocks as they sped off.

What the..?

“Guess he didn’t like his tip..?” He whispered to himself.

He shut the door and turned around slowly, only taking a couple steps before he came to a stop. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had.

“Oi, MC! D-don’t ya know you’re supposed to answer when THE Great Mammon calls for ya?” He waited, but the house was still. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.

He walked further into the house, quickly looking around the kitchen before heading back down the hall.

Why ain’t they answerin’.. c-could it..? Nah..

“This ain’t funny ya know..” He called through the house, hoping that you’d somehow slipped past him. 

Again, he was met with bone chilling silence.

Slowly, he started piecing all the little weird things that didn’t make sense together like a puzzle. The silent house and wide open door, abandoned food, the car speeding away.. 

The same delivery guy somehow always having this route...

His heart sank.

No, no, no, no!

He ran from room to room in a panic, desperately calling out to you, begging you to answer him.

This ain’t happenin’.. They gotta be hidin’ or something. Yeah, that’s it!

“MC! Where are ya? Talk to me, please!” He screamed, voice breaking around the hard lump forming in his throat, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

No, it can’t be.. It can’t be..

With trembling hands, he dug his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing your number.

“C’mon, pick up. Please, please pick up.” He pleaded as he paced the floor.

His stomach dropped when he heard it ringing within the house, quickly following the sound until he found it on the coffee table where you had left it earlier. He stood there unmoving, staring at his picture and contact name with hearts on the screen, tears streaking down his face.

The weight of it all came crashing down like a tsunami, forcing him to his knees. With his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

I shoulda listened to my gut when I thought somethin’ was wrong! Why did I wait so long to look for ‘em?! He took MC, he took MC! Dammit!

How did he let this happen? He was right here, right here, and he didn’t sense the danger. He couldn't protect you again, letting you fall right into the hands of the psycho creep who had been relentlessly harassing you, who was planning to do who knows what.

He had to do something. Anything. 

Get the hell up! Ya gotta go find MC NOW! There’s no tellin’ what this creep is gonna try.

He stood up and wiped his face, trying to compose himself as he switched into demon form.

“I can still catch ‘em!” He made a beeline for the door, stopping abruptly as he reached the thresh hold.

“Wait, it’s the middle of the day and this ain’t the Devildom. A demon flyin’ around on a man hunt would be real bad.” He thought aloud.

People would most likely panic and if history proves anything, nothing good ever comes from humans when they panic.

He had to try and think rationally, as hard as it was. He wanted to rush in and save you as quick as he could, but going in blind without a decent plan could get you hurt...or possibly worse.

He switched out of demon form and moved back into the living room, trying to come up with an idea.

Your phone was here so he couldn’t have you tracked by GPS and he didn’t remember much about the car except that it was older. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like since he’d had to hide. All he knew about him was his first name and that he worked at a restaurant. 

“The take out place would for sure have everything about him on file!” He quickly punched in the name of the place into his phone’s search engine, then suddenly paused.

“Wait a minute..I can’t just waltz in there and ask for someone’s personal info. They’d call the cops or somethin’. Damn!”

He was beginning to feel hysterical. He didn’t have much to go on and every idea he came up with was crap. A few ‘ding’ sounds from the coffee table tore him from his thoughts. It was your phone.

Someone named C/N had sent you a couple texts about work and judging by the text log, you talked to them often.

“Man, I hope this C/N knows somethin’ cause I’ve got nothin’ else to go on..” 

Luckily, he remembered the name of the coffee shop, having heard you talk about work often. A quick internet search and he had the directions. He was out the door like a shot.

With his newfound breadcrumb, he was one step closer to finding you.

-

A bell chimed above the door when he entered the shop, alerting the worker behind the counter of his presence.

“Hi, how can I help you?” They greeted him as he walked up to the counter.

“Hey, is there a C/N here by any chance?”

“Oh, uh, yeah just a sec.” They went through a doorway behind the counter, returning moments later with another person in tow.

“Hello..? I’m sorry, do I know you?” They asked, approaching Mammon, visibly confused.

“No, but you know MC, right?” He asked, uninterested in beating around the bush.

“I’m not sure I can answer that.” They said cautiously, visibly tense.

They do know somethin’.

“Here, look.” He said, pulling up the gallery on his phone, showing them multiple pictures of you and MC together.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend. MC has told me about you. Uh, anyway, is there something I can help you with? I need to get back to work..”

“Yeah, has MC ever mentioned anythin’ about a guy named Alex before?” He asked.

Please, please, please

“Alex..Alex..” They repeated, tapping a finger on their chin as they thought it over. “They did, actually. We went to the movies about two months ago, and ran into a guy they knew. It was their usual deliver guy I think? Said his name was Alex. He gave me the creeps.” They explained.

“Why is that?”

Yes! We’re gettin’ somewhere.

“He just seemed..I don’t know, off? And when I met him, I actually remembered seeing him a few days earlier on my way to work. There was another A.T.A. protest and I saw him in the group demonstrators. He denied being there when I brought it up, saying it had to be his doppelganger or something, but I know it was him. When we ran into him at the movies he said he had just got off work, and he was wearing the exact same shirt and hat as the day of the protest.” They informed him.

“Wait, A.T.A.? What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“Anti-Treaty Association. They’re exactly what the name suggests. Everyone involved in the exchange program is public knowledge. Names, pictures, updates on how the program was going, etc. All easily found on any search engine. If he is part of the A.T.A., why would he be friendly with MC? There’s no way he didn’t know who they were.” They said.

This Alex guy is definitely the stalker. I bet if I dig into this A.T.A. I can find him..

“Alright. Thanks for your help.” He said as he turned to leave, C/N took a few steps after him.

“Hey, uh, is MC okay? I know they haven’t been themselves lately, but uh, you coming here and asking all these questions kinda scares me..” They admitted, fear for their friend written on their face.

“MC is uh, goin’ through some stuff. I’m gonna put an end to it though.” His voice was rough, angry. His face however, was full of desperation and sadness.

Mammon thanked C/N again for their information and left the coffee shop on a new mission. He uncovered another piece of the puzzle, new information that could lead him to you.

No one knew exactly what this guy was capable of, but he had the most important piece of Mammon's existence with him. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do, in any realm, to bring you back safely. He would breach the Celestial Gates without thinking twice if it would bring you back to him.

He was going to show them exactly why he's the second strongest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

I’m comin’ MC. I will find ya, I promise.

-

“Get out.”

The scorching heat inside the trunk made you nauseous, and severely thirsty. You felt weak and disoriented, unable to move much. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck in there before you finally felt the car come to a stop. The lid opened, blazing sunshine poured inside the dark space, making your eyes water and squint reflexively.

“I said, get out!” He screamed.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist hard and yanked you from the trunk, letting you drop to the ground. You were much to weak to try and brace yourself so you fell pretty hard, getting small scrapes and dirt on your elbows and forearms.

You tried to open your eyes to try and get an idea of where he had taken you, but before they could adjust to the blinding sunlight, he tied something around your eyes.

“Can’t have you trying to escape.” He said to himself, as he finished tying up your hands. The restraints were very tight, already starting to hurt your wrists.

“I’m not going to.” You said weakly, your words making him laugh.

“Well, at least your a smart demon slut. Somewhat, anyway.”

Honestly, you weren’t planning to escape. If the opportunity presented itself, you would make a run for it, but you weren’t actively looking for an escape route. However, you had no intention of giving this creep what he wanted, or giving up without one hell of a fight.

Pulling you by the restraint around your wrists, he began to drag you across the ground. He let go of you a minute or so later. He didn’t drag you very far, ending up in some kind of building judging by the change in temperature and the rough feeling of concrete beneath you. It felt a little cooler in here as if you were out of direct sunlight, but the air was still fairly hot and sticky.

You did your best to pay attention to the things around you. The sounds, smells, what little you could feel. Outside you could hear cows in the distance and some kind of humming noise. It was definitely hot, but more like that humid feeling before it storms. You could also smell it too, the incoming rain. That warm earthy smell.

You could hear Alex nearby messing with something metal, there was also the sound of running water somewhere close.

I can’t believe Alex was actually the stalker this entire time... Explains how pictures taken of me from outside my house though.. I wonder what he plans to do..

You promptly chased away those thoughts in order to keep yourself calm, replacing them with thoughts of him, the time you’d spent together along with all the memories that came with it.

How soft and fluffy his hair felt when ran your fingers through it. The way he smelled; not the Devilish No.5, although you did love it, it’s smell closely related to the famous human world version, but his smell. Crisp and clean like fresh laundry or new clothes, slightly smoky like leather because of his favorite jacket and small undertones of warm cinnamon and vanilla.

The always groaned about your selection for movie night but was the first one to get really into it. Having a concert while cooking when you had kitchen duty together, getting in trouble for talking and laughing in class and later being scolded by Lucifer for it. How he always used to complain how bad humans smell, only to find out he started buying your brand of body wash for himself and would also try to casually smell his hoodie after you’d worn it.

The thought of never seeing him again, never experiencing anymore memories like these or the chance to make new ones, kept haunting you. A hard lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? The abomination you chose as a lover isn’t rushing in to save you like Prince Charming? Imagine that.” He spat. 

You ignored his sarcastic comments, wanting answers of you own, “Why are you doing this?” You could hear him walking toward you, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. The sound stopped abruptly, then he crouched down next to your head.

“I told you, you need to be cleansed.” His tone was very matter-of-fact.

He grabbed your wrist restraint again and drug you another ten feet or so. Easily picking you up and hoisting you into the air until the rope around your wrists caught on something. He let go, your full weight coming down on your restraint. You were suspended in the air, feet barely skimming the floor. 

He checked your ropes to make sure it was still secure with the added weight and gravity, then he removed your blindfold. The sudden change causing you to blink several times.

Your previous assumptions had been right, you appeared to be in a warehouse that had been abandoned for quite some time. Most of the windows were broken, big vines and other foliage creeping into the building. The rusted remnants of machinery scattered around the large, open room. You looked above you to see that you were hanging from a large hook that was suspended by thick chain from a metal beam up above. Far to your left you could see what looked like a large pool or even one of those big basins you usually use to water cattle, with a hose draped over the side. There’s the source of the running water you heard.  

Wait...a stock tank with water, ’cleansed’...is he going to..baptize me?

“Cleansed? That’s been mentioned quite a bit in the dozens of letters I’ve been getting. Well, you would know, huh? Since you’re the one behind it all. What I don’t understand is why?” 

It came off as more sarcastic than you intended, but you didn’t really care. You had been terrified for weeks about the stalker. What would they do when they finally got to you? You haven’t truly felt alone in over a month, as if someone was always hiding in the shadows watching, waiting. Your anxiety has been through the roof and you’re in a nearly constant state of paranoia and fear. 

But, now that he was in front of you, you didn’t feel scared. You wanted answers.

“Because they don’t belong with our kind. Uniting our realms is blasphemy and will throw the human world into chaos.”

‘Don’t belong with our kind’..? Whoa, what the hell..

“Blasphemy? But, the Celestial Realm is on board with it. The angels in the exchange progr-” He cut you off before you could finish, his sudden booming voice echoed through the spacious warehouse, startling you.

He stood with his back to you, facing a long metal table that looked as if it used to be a conveyor or some other piece that once belonged to one of the old machines inside the long forgotten building.

“The exchange program was a joke! Those devils just needed a good cover to get their claws on our realm so they could take it over! Using their dirty tricks and magic to bring corruption and pollute us with sin.” He stared you down like a mad man while he yelled.

This was so bizarre, he sounded insane. Like, one of those people that wore tin foil hats. This version of Alex, the real one, was scary. You would’ve never guessed in a million years that this guy was the same one that you talked about the weather and current events with a few times a week.

“None of that is even remotely true! They just want to bring peace among the realms, to prove that they are not what all the harmful, hateful rhetoric claims they are. So we can all just co-exist! That was the entire point of the exchange program! To learn about the Devildom; it’s people and culture.” You fought back.

His face twisted up in disgust, visibly becoming more and more agitated every time you spoke. He stalked closer, stopping maybe six feet in front of you, staring at you intently.

“That kind of thinking is exactly why you need to be cleansed. You’re a human, or has being a demon whore and becoming the embodiment of sin made you forget that? You are nothing but a weak, powerless human to them. A pawn in their bigger plan, collateral damage if things went wrong.” 

You never cared what assumptions people made or the rumors they started regarding your stay in the Devildom. However, when the very demons you loved and cared about became the subject of people’s whispering, you were willing to fight with no intentions of backing down.

You, out of everyone, who had to live in the House of Lamentation for a year, escaped death from a couple of the brothers, helped them mend familial bonds, and held pacts with all of them, should know better than anyone, exactly who they are.

“You don’t know anything about them!” You yelled lurching forward as you filled with anger, lightly swinging back and forth where you were suspended, the thick chains above you clanking, “The things they’ve been through, they things they’ve seen. The sacrifices they had to make..” You heart ached for them. What happened during the Great Celestial War, their fall.. They’ve been through a great deal and they, along with the rest of the Devildom, are undeserving of such prejudiced hatred. 

“Being demons doesn’t automatically mean they are bad people, just like being human doesn’t make you good.” You stared him down, lacing venom in your words. He squinted his eyes at you, unhappy with your implications. “That fact was thoroughly proven during my time there. Some of kindest people I have ever met, as well as the people I love and cherish the most, are demons.”

You would forever stand behind the program, your now second home, and all the friends and loved ones you made along the way. No matter what this psycho could come up with, you would not be swayed. You knew them for who they are, all Alex knew was hatred.

He scoffed at your words, walking toward you as he shook his head in disgust, eyes boring into yours. He stopped just inches in front of your face. You held onto your resolve, staring back at him intently, not letting him see that you were completely terrified. It’s what he wanted; to feel superior and pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though; to feed his ego, his delusions. You refused to bow to fear, instead giving it all you had to make sure that if this was how it would end for you, you would fight against his prejudice and hatred until your final moments.

“We will start with the normal cleansing.” He backed away from you, confirming your suspicions as he gestured to the stock tank. “Although I think your soul might be too far gone for it to be completely effective.” He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.” 

PART FOUR COMING SOON!

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Wait, marriage angst?? What is your idea?? TELL US!!??

I’ll do you one better. I’ll WRITE it for you!

Kohga was bored. Really, really bored. His men were doing his bidding, as per usual, and for some reason, Kohga wasn’t tired enough for a nap. That left him with only so much to do. He was stuck in his own bed, when he sat up, realizing he knew what he could do. He could sneak into Sooga’s room, and make himself into a sexy little surprise for him. He was coming soon from fishing with Sidon anyway (Sooga and Sidon grew to be quite the good set of friends). He got out of his room, and snuck into Sooga’s, giddy as all hell for what he had planned.

“Alright, where does he keep the lube...god it’s like his room is in alphabetical order.”

Neat as hell, Sooga’s room. He dug into his drawers, and finally found the bottle he was looking for. He was about to get into his bed, when he accidentally dropped one of Sooga’s uniforms. He grumbled a bit before leaning down to pick it up, just in time to see a small, black box pop out. Sooga picked it up, looking it over in his hands. Huh. Well, Sooga’s stuff was HIS stuff, might as well take a peak. He wished he hadn’t.

It was a ring. The most beautiful, most stunning ring he’d ever seen in his entire life. Decorated in every type of gem under the sun, this could NOT have been cheap. He chuckled, finding it cute. Only, it clicked a second later. 

Sooga was going to ask to marry him. Oh no. Oh no. No no no no no, a MILLION times no. He stammered, and with shaky hands, fixed everything up, making it look like he was never even there. He darted out of the room, totally ignoring everyone who tried to acknowledge him. He had to do something. Anything.

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“Move.”

Sooga had come back from his fishing trip with Sidon, and had a gift for Kohga, right from Mipha herself. The blade master that was in charge of Kohga’s door, stayed put, shaking his head.

“Master Kohga said no one is allowed in. He’s talking with his bodyguard.”

Sooga cocked his head to the side, confused. HE was Kohga’s bodyguard, as well as his lover. That couldn’t be right.

“I’M his bodyguard, in case you’ve forgotten. Now, move.”

The blade master didn’t, shaking his head.

“Sorry Sooga. Looks like you’ve been replaced.”

That voice wasn’t taunting as usual. It was...cold, to the point. He meant what he said. He was about to press for more details, when a blade master walked out of the room, with Kohga following just behind him. A Blade Master...had been in his master’s room. This was serious. Kohga did NOT look happy to see him. If anything, he looked uncomfortable. Sooga knelt down a bit to his level, still holding the package in his hands.

“Master Kohga! Are you feeling well?”

Kohga wouldn’t look at him. He spoke, but towards the air, not towards him.

“I’m fine. Look, Sooga, you need a break. Why don’t you just. Go?”

“Go?...like, I’m being kicked out?”

Kohga finally looked up at him, in panic.

“No! No, not at all. I just...don’t want you around for a bit. Go fish or hunt or whatever you do. Just, go. Cil’s gonna take care of me for a while.”

The Blade master in front of him nodded, taking the package off of Sooga’s hands.

“Don’t worry. I will take great care of Master Kohga in your place, Sooga.”

Sooga stammered, before looking back at Kohga.

“M-master Kohga, please, I-”

Kohga pointed to the other direction, a snarl in his voice.

“I. Said. Go. Leave. That is a COMMAND.”

There was an awkward silence, before Kohga grumbled angrily.

“Cil, make sure he leaves. I’m...gonna take a nap.”

Kohga walked into his room, slamming the door. Cil looked down at him, and motioned towards to base’s entrance.

“Come on, you heard him. Out you go.”

Sooga slowly stood up, looking at his shaky palms.

“What...did I do?...”

Cil chuckled, shaking his head.

“Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is, you blew it, and now I’M in his good graces. Who knows if he’ll even remember you after he gets to know me.”

Sooga put his hands on his blade, when the other blade master put his hand on his chest.

“You know how this works. Kohga makes the orders, you obey. Until he says otherwise, you are NOT to be here. Please leave with dignity, Sooga.”

Sooga halted a moment, before turning around, and leaving. He understood not what was happening. What he DID know was that a command from Kohga WAS a command, even if it hurt him, deep inside his heart.

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“This was SUCH a nice idea Link!”

Mipha lightly clapped her hands together. Link had suggested that Mipha, Impa, Zelda, and himself go camping. Mipha wasn’t a real outdoorsy type like her boyfriend, but so long as she was with him, she was having a grand ol time. Impa nodded, getting a blanket for the princess (as to not scuff her pretty clothes).

“I gotta agree. Though, I could go with some food that isn’t JUST apples.”

Link took the hint, and just so happened to spot a deer in the distance. He forced everyone into silence, and was about to fire with his bow and arrow, when suddenly the deer went down. Link cocked his head to the side, only to see the assailant was none other than Sooga. He hoisted the deer over his shoulder, only to catch Link’s gaze.

“Link?”

Mipha looked past the brush, and waved at Sooga.

“Sooga! It’s a pleasure! Out on a date with Kohga?”

Sooga shook his head, walking towards their little camp.

“Afraid not. I’m by myself today. Would you all like to share this?”

Upon everyone seeming satisfied with that idea, and Sooga had no issues skinning and hacking away at the animal, even going so far as to put the meat right over the fire. Mipha, ever the mindful one, seemed to catch that Sooga was...distracted. 

"Sooga? Where...IS Kogha?"

"At the clan. He...told me to go hunting for some reason. Nothing to worry about."

"What makes you think I'm worried?"

"I can see it all over your face."

Sooga wanted to clearly not touch on it, but as soon as Mipha put her hand onto his, he conceded defeat. Big muscles did nothing against a big heart.

"I've...been replaced, it seems. Master Kohga no longer requires my services."

NO ONE was expecting that clearly. Though no one also didn’t expect IMPA to have the reaction she had.

"Kohga? Replaced YOU? That UNGRATEFUL- how DARE he? You're the only one who puts up with him and he REPLACED you? What's the new guys name?"

"Cil."

"Oh that's even a stupid name- princess cover your royal ears, I'm about to NOT be lady like!"

Impa wasn't exactly protective of Sooga, but she did value loyalty, and she knew what it was like to be a devoted servant. She HATED the idea of someone using their servants as mere tools, rather than close companions. Zelda held her hand up, signaling Impa to calm down.

"Sooga, would you care to explain what you mean? This seems VERY unlike you and Kohga. Are you sure this isn't a misunderstanding?"

Sooga nodded solemnly, having lost that hope for quite some time.

“It is not. Master Kohga told me to leave, and a new blade master has taken my stead. I’ve been here ever since.”

Impa, hands on her hips, was more furious than ever, hands on her hips.

“How long have you BEEN out here?”

“Four days, I believe.”

“Four d-oh that is IT! I’m going there to give him a piece of my mind!”

She tried to stomp away, before Sooga grabbed at her hair, making her fall to the dirt. She looked up at him, wiping her face free from the muk.

“What was that-”

“No one is to harm Master Kohga, so long as I can help it.”

“How are you still defending him?!”

Impa got up in his face, and he refused to look away from the cooking meat. He was not scared of ANY sheikah, let alone one so young and foolish.

“Because he is my Master, till the day I die. I love him. That’s all there is to it.”

Mipha butted in, suspecting a fight.

“Why don’t I go talk to him? We’re friends, I’m sure he just needs someone to hear him out. For all we know, this is truly just a mistake.”

Mipha placed her hand on Sooga’s knee, and he felt himself relaxing under her touch. She was truly a very sweet little zora.

“If...it is not a burden, I would appreciate that. Very, very much.”

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“Mipha! If it isn’t my favorite little fishy! How have you been?”

Mipha graced him with a surprise visit, and with the whole Sooga situation, he welcomed it. She smiled at him, embracing him in a tight embrace.

“I’m quite well, quite well! Did you receive the last gift I sent you?”

“I did! Let me tell you, I’m saving that outfit next time I visit the rito village!”

She chuckled, walking alongside him as they walked to Kohga’s ‘guest room’ (aka just an extra room with a small dining table). She sat down next to him, and Kohga was clearly eager to hear her speak.

“So! What brings you over? Just wanted to visit the studliest guy you know?”

“That as well. But I do in fact, need a favor.”

“Name it, lil’ red.”

“Well, we’ve been studying the properties of electric resistant materials. We have the electric darners and the like, but we would appreciate some voltfruit. Two crates, if possible.”

“Done! Cil!”

The blade master walked to his side, bowing respectfully.

“Yes, Master Kohga.”

“Have the boys get two crates of voltfruit ready for her, and have a few blade masters on standby to carry it for her, I don’t want her to lift a finger.”

“Right away, Master Kohga. Shall I fetch you some snacks as well?”

“Yeah, whatever you guys got. And tea, they know which one Mipha likes.”

“Anything else, Master Kohga?”

“No, that’s it.”

Kohga smacked his cheek a bit, and Cil backed away, practically giddy. Mipha decided now was as good of a time as ever.

“So...he’s new.”

“Oh yeah. Nice guy. Super attentive. Almost annoying, honestly. But he does his job.”

“What of Sooga?”

Kohga halted. He refused to fully acknowledge it, until he sighed.

“I...don’t wanna talk about it. But I do, I guess. I...I dunno.”

Mipha reached over to hold his hand, offering him a soft, sweet smile.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I will not force your hand. However, I do think you’ll feel much better if you talk about it. You helped me and Link. Let me help you and Sooga.”

Kohga stopped, before softly sighing. He exchanged the grip on her hand, clearly needing the physical support.

“I...went into Sooga’s room. And...I found a ring. Sooga wanted to propose to me.”

Mipha’s face lit up, just how he knew she would.

“Oh! How lovely! Was...the ring not enough?”

“No, not at all. It was stunning, really. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“So...the issue lies where?”

He looked over at her puzzled face. His next words clearly surprised her.

“I don’t want to marry him.”

Mipha covered her mouth with her other hand.

“But, don’t you love him?”

“I do!”

Kohga took his hand away, using it as a means to help him talk.

“I love him! A LOT! He’s the most serious relationship that I’ve ever been in! He’s sweet, he’s handsome, he’s caring, he KNOWS me! I love him half to death! I just-”

He stopped, scratching like hell at his head. How to explain this? How to translate this to someone as sweet and pure as her.

He groaned, letting his face thunk onto the counter.

“I don’t want to commit. I don’t want to be stuck into something I can’t get out of. I don’t want this to be a thing that keeps me from doing things I like. What if he ends up not being the one? What if once we get married, he changes? Turns stifling, or wants KIDS? God what if he wants KIDS, Mipha?! I’m the cool gay uncle, not a dad!”

Mipha didn’t seem to get it fully. Of course she didn’t. But like everything she did, she tried very hard to help the wounded. She leaned over and placed her hand at his cheek. He met her eyes, her soft, kind gaze.

“Kohga. I do not fully understand not wanting to be wed. I’ve wanted to be wed since I was a guppy. But I do understand that this is a lot for you to take in. However, I want you to understand that you are not the only one hurt. Sooga has been out in the woods, awaiting you and hunting.”

“Oh my god he ACTUALLY went hunting- I was fucking with him.”

Mipha softly chuckled, shaking her head.

“I know. However, this relationship isn’t just you. It’s Sooga. You aren’t going to like this, but you need to apologize to him. You pushed him away with no explanation, no reasoning. Pain is worse when it is unwarranted. Please, say you’ll talk to him and ask for his forgiveness. He is devoted to you. He deserves to at least have that respect.”

“....Yeah. Yeah, you might have a point, Mipha.”

“I’d like to think so. Would you like to finish tea time before we get Sooga?”

“...Yeah, honestly. Better swallow this before I swallow my pride.”

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“Anything from Mipha yet?”

Link shook his head, not seeing a message from her on the sheikah slate yet. Impa had just finished hearing the whole situation from Sooga’s end, and she seemed to get more and more steamed as the story went on. By the time he finished, she stood up, hands on her hips.

“I know your problem!”

“Pardon?”

“I know your problem! He’s lost respect for you!”

Sooga wasn’t getting this, and neither did anyone else it seemed. Impa leaned down to look him in his face, jabbing her finger in his chest.

“You need to show him you’re strong, confident! You need to go over there and DEMAND a reason!”

“But...I’ve been kicked out of the clan. It is against the rules to-”

“Is your love for Kohga NOT above the rules?!”

Sooga blinked. She...had a real good point, actually. He thought about it for a second, before firmly nodding.

“You’re right. The law is NOTHING in the shadow of my affections for my Master.”

“Right?! So you need to get up off this log! You need to go right up there! And you need to show him you’re SERIOUS about him!”

Sooga found himself suddenly standing up, hands in fists.

“You’re right! Absolutely right! I CANNOT stand by and let him think his love ISN'T worth fighting for!”

“HELL YES!”

Impa punched him in his chest, and that somehow lit Sooga up like a fire. WIth that classic Yiga skill, he poofed into nothing but talismans. Zelda looked over at Impa, sighing.

“You know, Impa, I value your tenacity.”

“Thank you, Princess!”

“But...you understand that this could not end well, right?”

“....yeah. Oops.”

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“Thanks again, Mipha. I needed that.”

“Of course. I’m very glad you listened to my words. I wish you both the best. I hope S-”

“Princess, excuse us.”

Suddenly Sooga was just right there, butting right in between him and the princess. Cil was right at Kohga’s side, readying his blade, before Sooga swatted his hand away, disarming him in a heartbeat. His eyes met Kohga, and he tried terribly hard not to embrace him. He missed him terribly, he just wanted to hug him.

“You two, leave. I need a word with him.”

Cil was about to attack, when Kohga held his hand, stopping him.

“N-no. It’s fine. He’s right. We do need to talk.”

“Good. Your room. WITHOUT your new pet.”

Sooga practically herded Kohga into his room, as if he was cattle. Then the door slammed behind him. This was weird. He was standing so aggressively over him, and Kohga looked so...meek. Apologetic.

What was wrong with them?

Sooga was about to raise his voice, demanding reasoning for his heartache, only for him to suddenly go onto one knee.

“I...I missed you, so much. Please, please don’t kick me out again. My heart longed for you every minute I was away from you. Please, please tell me what I did wrong. I’ll never do it again, I swear it.”

Kohga lost his meek demeanor, groaning and scratching his head.

“You...didn’t do anything.”

Sooga looked up, head cocked.

“I...don’t understand?”

“You didn’t do anything! That’s the problem! You’re perfect! You LOVE me! You wanted to MARRY me, Sooga!”

Sooga’s eyes lit in recognition.

“You..found the ring, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did. And I...didn’t want you to ask. So I kicked you out until I knew you’d not wanna ask me.”

“I...I’d never want to stop asking you.”

Kohga threw his hands up in frustration.

“That’s the problem!! You wanna get married, you wanna settle down, I bet you wanna have kids too don’t you?!”

“I’d….like twelve, honestly.”

“Fucks SAKE!”

Kohga turned a full three sixty, gesturing to him wildly.

“That’s CRAZY! You love me! And I can’t bring myself to make such a huge commitment! What if we change when we get married? What if I decide I DON’T want this?! What if we get TIRED of each ot-”

Sooga reached over to hold onto his hand. For a moment, everything was silent, easy as a still lake. Sooga lightly shook his head.

“Then you do not have to say yes.”

“But! Aren’t you gonna be stupid humilated if-”

“I won’t. I want to marry you, very much. I want to be with you, and I want to be deemed worthy of being your husband. But not at the expense of your happiness. Your joy is my own. I can be reincarnated a thousand times over, and STILL want your hand. But it doesn’t matter. Your joy is my joy, your sorrow is my sorrow. I will wait until you’re ready.”

“What if I’m not ready? Ever?”

“That is fine. If I can love you in ANY degree, I will accept it. Even if you wed another, I will not stop having love for you. Just...please. Don’t ask me to leave you, ever again. I trust no one but me to take care of you. Not that ‘Cil’ fellow. I hate his name.”

Kohga’s hand lightly shook, before he suddenly lunged at Sooga, wrapping his arms around him. Sooga stayed there for a moment, before he sighed, wrapping his arms around him. He missed this body, missed this voice and this warmth. Kohga sniffed, wiping his face in his shoulder.

“I hate him too, he’s such a kiss ass. And his ass is SO flat.”

That earned an actual, good laugh from Sooga. Yeah.

He was worth loving, ring or not.

[disregardcanon]

okay so a few real thoughts on re-animator (1985)

1. i wish that the movie had STARTED with that scene of cain refusing to stop cpr and believe that the patient is dead and then transporting her to the morgue and then refusing to stop cpr and believe that meg is dead at the end before administering the serum was good. that would have worked a lot better than the “oh look zombies went badly at the last place”. they could have even shown us the zombies going bad at the last place but don’t make it the opening shot. you want your bookends, bleh.

2. meg being the one to object to this clearly very clearly suspicious roommate was great. i loved how she was like THIS SEEMS FISHY and cain was like lol i need money babe

3. the idea of blackmailing someone about getting them kicked out of school for having sex with their straight fiance in NINETEEN EIGHTY FIVE is hilarious to me. like. i know that meg’s dad has a lot of power at that school but i still don’t think that would fly. the guy didn’t do anything wrong (at that point)

4. i really liked the framing of the scene with dr. hill cutting into the head during the lab presentation. it was really cold, calculating, and gave off a lot of VERY pompous vibes that helped with that characterization

5. the entire situation with rufus was hilarious. i cannot get over how funny it is that cain found his dead cat in this guy’s fridge “cat dead: details later”, the reanimation TWICE, and then him looking at the writhing form of his poor, twice dead cat and going. hm. yes. this is a good idea to try to do this to humans.

6. cain and herbert were gay. gaaaaayyyy

7. the practical effects and body acting on hill’s halvsies form was phenomenal. the way that the headless corpse groped around, every action graceless and halting? GOOD. the ways that they must have made the head itself work GOOD. i was really impressed with that

8. daniel cain wins Worst Boyfriend Ever award for getting his girlfriend’s dad killed, resurrecting him wrong, not telling her about how directly involved he was in him GETTING killed, and then resurrecting her without her consent. or knowledge that it would work in any way right. they don’t exactly have any evidence this could work well, all attempts considered

9. that was one of the most viscerally terrifying sexual assaults i’ve ever seen in visual media. i don’t want to get too deep into it but this poor girl was tied naked to a table by the reanimated corpse of her father, groped by a zombie head, and then ALMOST EATEN OUT by a zombie head. like holy fucking shit. i wasn’t scared by anything else in the movie but that was stomach churning.

10. “protect my research! you’re the only one smart enough that i trust for it!” gay.

11. i still can’t believe that we ended up having a movie where the guy we saw at the beginning clearly create an unstable zombie, kill and reanimate a cat twice, kill and reanimate like three dudes, was somehow not the baddest of the bad guys. like. this was “godzilla has to fight the evil from outer space so godzilla is no longer that bad” but within the same movie

12. overall great effects, good soundtrack, some hilarious moments, and an interesting plot but with a DEEPLY disturbing assault that i would make sure to warn anyone of in advance of recommending it. that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t recommend it, but you gotta know that’s there and be, like, emotionally prepared for it. make the decision that you still want to watch it knowing. uh. that

[lailarain]

Spoilers for TBHK

TW: Mentions of s3xu@l åss@ult/@buse, $uicidə and bl00d

Episode 9(continued):

"Is Amane good at S M O O C H I N G"

"He isn't my type" "you sure about that?" this is literally the only time Tsukasa has been right I swear

NO DON'T LET THEM TRICK YOU

WOAH WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS EYES

HEY NO LET HER GO

THEY LEFT HIM THERE TOO LMAOOOO

NO NENE NOOOOOO

Also, on an unrelated note, does Nene have the same VA as Chiaki from Danganronpa, cause they sound really alike

WAIT IS SHE OKAY

SHE'S OKAY YEAH BABY

OKAY WHERE TF IS HANAKO

WAIT IT'S HANAKO

HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT

This Natsuhiko is not that bright

THAT ISN'T WHAT LOVE IS YA STUPID

OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD

Holdup this isn't her home🤨

OHMYGODITSHANAKO

WHO HURT MY BABY BOY

Hanako🥺🥺🥺🥺

HE'S BLUSHING

Wait so she still has the keys? What are they even for?

YES NENE PROTECT YOUR MAN😤

Episode 10:

Okay I'm starting to doubt my $exu@| @$$ault theory a lot, but I know that Tsukasa DEFINITELY hurt my precious Hanako somehow and I don't plan on forgiving him for it

Interesting🤔

ARM WRESTLING I'M DYING😭😭😭😭😭

I LOVE THEIR TRIO ISTG

IT WAS MITSUBA WHAT

THERE'S A MOUTH ON THE HAND WHAT THE HECK

NENE NOOOOO

WAIT IS THAT MITSUBA OH MY GOD IT'S MITSUBA ISN'T HE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

MITSUBA WHAT THE F

OKAY WHAT'S GOING ON

I gotta admit, Mitsuba is pretty cute

OKAY WOAH "MASTER"?!?!?😳😳😳

WAIT AOI?!?!?

OKAY NO THAT'S NOT AOI

LEAVE NENE ALONE

Kou💀

WAIT WHY DOESN'T HE REMEMBER HIS LIFE

OH SHOOT I THINK MITSUBA JUST REALIZED

CAN PEOPLE LEAVE NENE ALONE ABOUT HE LEGS NOTHING IS WRONG WITH HER SHE IS LITERALLY GORGEOUS

The mirror dude is just roasting Mitsuba and Nene💀

NOT NENE

YES MITSUBA

NO MITSUBA

NO NO NO NO NOT NENE NOT MITSUBA

WAIT WHAT

NO THAT'S NOT HANAKO

TSUKASA STOP IT

YOU LITERALLY HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR FACE AND HANDS AND ARE CHILL ABOUT IT

TSUKASA STOP IT YOU MANIPULATOR

Episode 11:

SECOND TO LAST EPISODE OF SEASON BABY LET'S GO

I'm still wondering what Tsukasa did specifically to push Hanako to murder him(other than being a terrible person. I normally LIKE psychotic characters, but this guy is just manipulative)

YEAH DON'T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF NENE

DID HE JUST RIP OUT HIS HEART

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID HE SAYYYYY

Awwww Hanako🥺

I love Hanako I swear😭😭

WOAH IT'S SO PRETTY

WAIT SHE'S HUMAN AGAIN

Awwww Fox Girl🥺

THAT'S SO SWEET AWWWWW

wait why did Hanako stroke his face post-it thingy just now

TSUKASA LEAVE HIM ALONE

STOP BEING SO MANIPULATIVE

WAIT WHAT DID HE JUST DO TO NENE

OH KOU ISN'T GONNA TAKE THIS WELL

POOR MITSUBA

SOMEONE GIVE MITSUBA A HUG

THIS IS SO CONFUSING I CAN BARELY TELL THESE TWO APART ISTG

TSUKASA YOU FU€KƏR

NO MITSUBA

TSUKASA YOU SUCK

Hanako just standing there like 👁👄👁

DID TSUKASA JUST PUNCH HIM

WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT HE LITERALLY KNOWS ALL OF THEM

OKAY WOAH CHILL MITSUBA😳

OH NO POOR KOU

TSUKASA DOESN'T WANT HIM TO REMEMBER I BET

NENE ARE YOU OKAY

POOR MITSUBA

NO MITSUBA DON'T DO THIS

Awww Nene is sad🥺

WAIT THAT WAS THE WHOLE EPISODE?!?!?

Okay I'm gonna save the season finale for I tomorrow because it's getting late where I am

Episode 12:

Okay I know i said I'd watch it the next day and it's been more than a week since then but I swear I wasn't procrastinating

OKAY SEASON FINALE BABY LET'S GO

Okay so I think I still kinda believe in my s3xu@l @$$ault theory because I have been thinking abiut Korekiyo from Danganronpa's backstory and HE was gr00m3d by his sister(I think. I haven't actually gotten to that part of the game yet. I only heard this from tiktok), so it's still possible, but I'm not sure anymore.

WAIT SHE HAS A HAMSTER THAT'S SO CUTE

I'm still salty about Tsukasa manipulating Mitsuba🙄

I still feel really bad for Kou🥺

KOU🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Princess?🤨

Hanako istg why are you so LIT

She's worried for Kou😭

HANAKO THAT'S A LIL SUS

Awww hanako is so cute🥺🥺🥺

HANAKO WHY YOU GOTTA DO HER HAIR LIKE THAT😭😭😭😭😭

Yeah Hanako you gotta open up too😤

IT'S A FUCKIN PUFFERFISH WHAT THE FUCK

Nene lmao💀

Why does he keep calling her "Your Highness"

THIS FISH FUCK IS NTO GONNA TAKE NENE AWAY FROM HANAKO NO WAY NO HOW

A princess? Sounds like bullshit to me🤨

HE WAS CRYING AND HURT YOU FISHY IDIOT HE DIDNT ATTACK HER

NOPE DON'T YOU DARE NENE😤😤😤

This is totally the fish trying to trick her

Aoi got herself a deticated guy😳

BUT NENE DESERVES TO KNOW HANAKO'S PAST

WAIT HANAKO WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?!??!

He really has to tell her his past, otherwise he's gonna lose Nene before he knows it and I DON'T THINK I CAN LIVE WITH THAT

YES NENE SHE TURNED IT DOWN MY GIRL

OH SHIT NO NENE

LET HER GO

BUT HANAKO IS IN LOVE WITH HER

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP MAKING FUN OF HER LEGS ISTG

NO NENE DON'T

YES HANAKO TO THE RESCUE

HANAKO YES HOLY SHIT HE'S CARRYING HER

Awwww Nene no you mean everything to Hanako🥺

AWWW HANAKO🥺🥺🥺

THEY ARE SO CUTE AHHHHWHY DID YOU KILL YOUR BROTHER THOUGH

AJNDGEKBDJRBREJSBDUD SO CUTE

TSUKASA WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BLACK STUFF I'M SCARED

AW KOU🥺

WAIT IS TERU NOT A PIECE OF SHIT ANYMORE

AWWWWW YES HANAKO AND NENE ARE SO CUTE EEEEEEEEEE

WAIT THAT'S IT?!?!?!?!

Okay so I googled it and apparently Season 2 hasn't been confirmed but there is plenty of material from the manga available to make a sequel. If anyone has any other information, I would LOVE for someone to reply to this with that info.

REVIEW TIME!

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun is an anime about a ghost named Hanako-Kun, who haunts the school bathroom, being summoned by Nene Yashiro, a girl who dreams of having a boyfriend to love her for who she is. Despite how weird and crackhead-sounding the title and storyline are, the show has an amazing plot and incredible characters. Definitely high up on my list of animes I love. Overall, I have to rate Season 1 a definite 8/10. The show is awesome, but I despise the fact that all the characters keep making fun of Nene's legs as if a woman is supposed to have every single feature of her body be perfect. I feel like it would've made more sense if you had people make fun of her boobs or something rather than her ankles because for her boobs to be kinda underdeveloped in high school would be a definite target for bullying rather than a feature as random as her ankles. I am definitely a Hananene shipper, and possibly a Mitsukou shipper. I still wanna know WHY Hanako killed Tsukasa, and if my s3xu@l @$$ault theory was right or not. I can't wait for Season 2 to come out, and I hope they continue to have the show be the masterpiece it is.

Thank you all for being so patient with me finishing the first season, and thanks for reading my thoughts! Bye!

UPDATE: I've been told that the manga confirmed that the s3xual @ssault theory was wrong so yeah

Also, I've started collecting the manga(i currently have 1-3 and 5, with 4 and 6 arriving next month)because I'm sick of waiting for Season 2 so when Season 2 comes around just know that I might know everything that happens by then

[managedmischiefs]

north//chapter five

new chapter time!! let me know if you want to be added onto the taglist. enjoy and don’t forget to leave your feedback!

also this chapter is dedicated to @babybobbybones​ because Ruby is always so supportive of my writing and they are always willing to give me honest opinions on my writing and my moodboards so thank u sm!!!!! love u fishy!! dis is for u!

genre: fluff

pairing: season nine spencer x female oc

warnings: none

word count: 5.6k

AMELIA

I fall onto the floor of my studio, leaning my head against the wall and staring up at the easel, a half-painted canvas propped up on it. I scrunch up my nose, tilting my head back and forth to try and find the beauty in the ugly flowers I’ve just painted. I sit up on my knees and reach my brush forward, adding just a few more strokes to the canvas, but my brush happens to be too saturated with water and the paint just drips down to the bottom of the canvas, ruining the entire painting. Whatever, I didn’t like it anyway.

I throw my brush into the water and sit back down against the wall, letting my eyes wander out the window to my left. My eyes dart between the window and the canvas and I wonder whether I should start over on a new canvas or throw in the towel for the day. Before I can either stand to get my keys and leave or stand to retrieve a new canvas, my phone starts ringing beside me. The name Mike flashes across my screen, so I lunge to answer.

"Hi, there!” I quip, and before Mike can even speak, I hear squeaks and screams of children in the background. The sound makes me grin. 

"Hey, Lia. How's it going over in Virginia?" He nearly has to shout over the kids around him.

"It's-" my eyes wander back out the window and to the Starbucks across the street. A couple walks out the door just at that moment, clutching cups of steaming liquid and giggling with each other. My smile only grows and my mind wanders off to Spencer and what he might be doing right now while I’m trying to work, "it's pretty amazing, actually. I'm, um, yeah, it's great, Mike,"

"That's,” he pauses, “great, but there’s something else in your voice. What's happening in Virginia? Anything I need to know about?" Mike's voice is teasing, as he always is.

"Maybe," I respond in the same mischievous tone he gives me, my cheeks turning pink. I don’t give Mike another chance to question what is going so well in Virginia, and I just keep talking about the guy that has been on my mind every second since I first laid my eyes on him. "I've, um, I met a guy and I really like him and-"

"Whoa, whoa, you've got a boyfriend? Have we entered a parallel universe? Is this even you on the phone? Whoever is talking to me on the phone- who are you and what have you done with Amelia Stark?”

"I know, I know," I giggle, and I start to kick my feet like an excited child. "I met him at this cafe, and I swear, Mike, you'd love him. He's insanely smart and he's so sweet and he's such a gentleman. And get this, if you're not convinced then this will convince you- he’s an FBI agent."

"Amelia Stark. You're dating an FBI agent?"

"More specifically, he works for the BAU," Again, I let out a dramatic sigh and fall onto my back on the floor, letting myself be pulled into another lovesick daydream. I let my mind wander off to Spencer’s smile and his laugh and his warm touch and how utterly beautiful he makes me feel whenever we are together. "I just- I know I don't really date but-"

"Telling me you don't date is the understatement of the century. You’re not a commitment girl, and you’re a one night stand girl. You've never answered my calls and told me that things in Virginia are amazing and great and you've definitely never told me that you have a boyfriend, much less a boyfriend that works for the BAU,"

"There's just something about him! He's so different from any guy I've ever met before. I never wanted him to just be a one night stand or some guy that I hang out with for a few weeks and then forget about. Spencer is just amazing- he's so gentle with me, and he indulges in the things I like instead of always forcing the things he likes on me, and he always makes an effort to see me even though he's insanely busy,"

"Wow," Mike scoffs out a laugh. "I don't even know what to say. I'm glad you found someone who you like this much. I'm not even gonna bring up the capital L word because I know you're scared of it, but I have a nasty feeling that you might be bringing up the scary L word soon. And I'm even more glad that you've found an FBI agent with a gun who can protect you,"

"Oh my gosh," I shake my head at him, rolling my eyes into the back of my head. "I've never seen his gun, actually,"

"Good. You tell him to keep his gun away from you for quite a while, especially since you’re telling me he won’t be one of your one night stands. Both of his guns, if you know what I mean,"

My jaw nearly hits the floor at Mike’s remark, and before I can even respond, he bursts into a fit of laughter. "I- oh my god, you did not just say that,” 

He chokes on his laughs as he keeps talking. "I'm only messing with you, but not really. Form emotional connections before you jump into bed. That’s what I did with Wendy and look at how long we’ve been together,”

I wrack my brain for any kind of number, but I come up empty. “How long have you guys been together?”

“Too long,” he deadpans.

“Hey! I hope Wendy isn’t home right now because she would have your head on a stake if she heard you say that,”

“She’s at work right now but she left me alone with all the little monsters. Listen, just make sure you use-"

"A condom! I got it, Mikey. I’m a responsible adult, contrary to popular belief. Can we stop talking about this? Let me talk to the kids! I’ll tell them to stop screaming,” I sit up again and my grimace from the slightly NSFW conversation turns into a wide smile, the giddiness bubbling in my stomach.

"Hey, kiddos! Gather around! Your favorite grown-up person is on the phone!" Mike shouts over the hoard of children in his house, and their shouts get closer and closer to his phone until their voices are blaring through the speaker of my phone.

"Amelia! Amelia! Amelia!"

"Hi, my loves!" I exclaim, "how's everything with Mike and Wendy?"

"Come home, Lia! We miss you!" Reese cries out, stumbling over her words in a way that makes my heart swell.

"You didn't come home for Christmas and we missed you so much!" Tyler squeaky voice adds.

"I know, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to come home for Christmas, and I missed you guys so much too. But I’m sure Mike and Wendy made Christmas really special for everyone, didn’t they? I'm gonna try to come home soon but I can't promise anything. I have lots of pictures of you all and I think about you every day. I'll draw and I'll paint lots of new things and I'll send them home to you. Does that sound good?" They all shout confirmations back at me, and I manage to pick out a few requests for things like dogs and cats and flowers, and that request makes me remember the failed painting right in front of me. "Great. I'm sitting in my studio right now so I'll get working on those. If y’all have any more requests then tell Mike and he’ll tell me. I love you all, okay? I miss you guys so much,"

The kids all shout goodbyes at me before there's rustling on the other line. "Alright, it's just me now," Mike says. 

"I actually plan on sending you guys art, partly because I want to and partly as an apology for not coming home for the holidays. Let me know if you need anything new for the walls, whether it’s at home or at the police station. Need a new piece for your office, Sheriff?" I tease, pushing myself off the floor for the first time in almost two hours, grabbing a stack of new canvases.

"We could always use more of your artwork, sweetheart, you know that. Call more, okay? I know it's hard, but we clearly all love hearing from you. And I wanna hear more about this profiling boyfriend of yours. Maybe I'll look up his file in the FBI database,"

"You don't have access to that database, you’re not a federal agent. Just google his name. I gotta get started on these paintings. I’ll call soon.”

“Wait! I only know his first name! What’s his-”

“Oops, that sucks. Tough luck. Gotta go,” I finally get the chance to throw his teasing right back in his face, a grin coming to my face as he groans dramatically. “Love you, Mikey!”

"Love you, kid. Stay safe,"

"You too. Don't get shot,"

"I won't."

///

SPENCER

///

My fingers drum against the book on my lap as I listen to dial tones over and over, waiting anxiously for an answer. Maybe today is a bad day and we don’t get to talk today, and that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. But I was just hoping for a nice conversation today, and every time another dial tone rings in my ear, it’s like another stab to the chest.

“Spencer?”

I perk up at the answer, grinning and setting my book onto the coffee table in front of me."Hi, Mom,"

"Spencer, I've been waiting for you to call me for weeks! You can’t ignore me for that long! You can’t leave your poor, old mother in the wind like that!”

I chuckle at her, happy that today seems to be a good day and she’s even capable of joking around. "Sorry, Mom. I've been really busy with work lately, but I wasn’t ignoring you. How was Christmas? I'm sorry I couldn't make it out,"

"It was good, Spencer. I would've preferred to spend it with you, but I enjoyed it," Mom tells me. "We watched movies and made gingerbread houses and some of the nurses got us gifts,"

"That sounds wonderful,"

"So tell me how you've been, honey. You know I hate talking about me and this dreadful place. I'd much rather hear about you,"

My eyes wander over to the coffee table in front of me, or more specifically the scarf that Amelia had left here when stayed over. It must have slipped off of her head when we were sleeping and fell under the couch, and when she rushed out so I could get going, she didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing it anymore. I hadn't gotten a chance to return it because I got whisked away on a case and I haven't been able to see Amelia yet. I reach for it, feeling the soft silk between my fingers. "Um, it's- huh, it's actually pretty great over here,"

"That's wonderful to hear! What's so great about it?" Mom doesn't get much entertainment in her facility and her main contact comes through me. I'm always open to telling her everything and I try to write her at least one letter every day so she can have something to read if I can’t call her, but I was so hell-bent on keeping Amelia a secret. I thought that maybe if I kept her a secret from everyone, then I'd be taking one more precaution at shielding her from my world, but I know that's useless. It's not worth it to keep Amelia a secret and to lie about the source of my happiness, at least not from my mother.

"Well," I look down at the scarf and picture the way Amelia uses the square of fabric to tie back her unruly curls and the way she always seems to look like an angel, "I've met a girl,"

"I’m sure you meet many girls, Spencer. You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.” 

"Her name is Amelia and she's an artist and I swear, Mom, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. We met at the cafe where I get coffee before work and we got coffee together every day that I was home from a case for two months and we spent Christmas together. I just,” I fully expect my mom to cut me off and start rambling about Amelia and how I should pursue a relationship with her if she is making me this happy, but she doesn’t say anything and it forces me to have to finish a sentence I don’t want to say, “she's the first girl I've liked this much since, you know, since Maeve, and I knew I liked her right away and that’s just- it’s really scary,"

"Spencer, it sounds to me like you might even love her," Mom's voice softens. "I'm not going to try and tell you what you’re feeling, but like I always tell you, a mother knows. I'm happy for you, I really am. You deserve to be happy and have someone in your life to look after you and make sure you're healthy and take care of you. Did you ask her to be your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, last week. But we've known each other for almost three months and every time I look at her, I just feel so, I don’t really know. Whenever I get to see her, I never want to leave when I have to and-" I lay down on the couch and throw my head onto a pillow, the scarf resting right in front of my face. "Maybe I do love her. That's so scary though. I haven't known her for long at all. Can you fall in love with someone after three months?"

"When you first meet someone, you get a first impression, right? Sometimes you can be put off, or you can be instantly intimated by someone, or be intrigued, and so on. Love is a feeling, right? It’s a feeling in the same way that fear and intrigue are. Who’s to say you can’t feel love when you first meet someone? Who's to say you can't fall in love with someone in that same amount of time that someone can scare you? Love is complex and, yes, it’s scary and you've been scorned by it in the past, but don't let that get in the way of this good thing you've got with this Amelia girl,"

"I've never thought of love like that before."

Mom laughs gently. "Like I said. A mother knows," she pauses. "Oh, Spencer, I've gotta go. The nurses need me."

"That's fine," I breathe out a sigh, pushing myself up to a sitting position and pulling the scarf into my lap again. "Thanks for the talk. It was really helpful. I love you, Mom,"

"I love you too, Spencer," Mom says before hanging up, leaving me alone yet again in my apartment.

I push myself to my feet, leaving the scarf on the coffee table, making my way into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for myself. I lean over the counter and check my watch, counting down the seconds until Amelia is set to show up at my door. And as if the universe is answering my silent prayer, there's a soft knock on the door just a millisecond later. I leave my coffee on the counter and rush to let her in, throwing the door open. 

Amelia is standing there, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing a white dress and her black peacoat, camera hanging around her neck and one strap from her backpack draped over her shoulder. She’s beaming at me, almost emitting rays of sunshine from her body, shuffling her way through the door and throwing her arms around my neck in a tight hug. It nearly takes me by surprise, but if I’ve learned anything about Amelia by now, it’s that she’s affectionate and she loves to hug, and I can’t seem to find a single fault in that. I whisper a greeting in her ear, reaching around Amelia’s waist to shut the door, keeping out the cold air that blows inside from the hallway.

"Hi, dove," she chirps, sinking down on her heels when we pull away from the hug.

I cock my head to the side like a puppy, trying to hide my confusion but I’m positive it’s evident on my face. "Dove?"

"It’s just a pet name. Do you not like it? I could call you something else, or I could just stick to your name if that’s-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Amelia unravels her arms from around my neck and shrugs off her backpack, hanging it right beside my jacket, then crouches down to take off her shoes. “I like it, actually.” 

“Noted,” Amelia jumps back up to her feet, now noticeably shorter without her heels, and gives me a cheesy smile. She opens her mouth to say something else but her mouth snaps shut when her eyes travel downwards just a bit. “Spencer, you’re still in your work clothes.” 

“Oh,” I follow her line of sight and look down at my trousers, button-up, cardigan, and tie, my gun holster on my hip (but my gun is locked away in a hidden place) and my credentials in my pocket, “yeah, sorry about that. After I got home, I was on the phone with my mom for a bit and I just didn’t get a chance to change yet.”

Amelia’s lips settle into a pout as she follows into the kitchen. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your phone call.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry. Do you want a cup of tea? Anything to drink or eat or-”

“I do but why don’t you go change? I can handle a cup of tea by myself. Put on something other than a dress shirt and a tie. Be comfortable,” she breezes right past me and reaches into the cupboard for a mug, already grabbing the kettle and filling it with water. I just watch her for a moment, slowly unclipping my watch from my wrist and watching the way her white dress slides across her legs with every tiny movement. But she doesn’t turn around again to check on my location and just looks between the box of Earl Grey tea and camomile tea, mulling over which to indulge in tonight. So I leave Amelia to her seemingly challenging decision and hurry off to my bedroom, ridding myself of the work clothes I’ve been wearing for almost thirty hours. I change into plaid pajama pants and a sweatshirt, only glancing in the mirror for a split second to check if my hair is an absolute mess before returning to Amelia.

She’s leaning against the counter with her mug in one hand and her camera in the other, and when I re-enter the room, she looks up at me and grins at the sight of my more relaxed state. “You look cozy. Guess I should have worn my pajamas today.”

I go and lean against the counter beside her, picking up my cup of coffee and looking over her shoulder at the pictures she is flipping through on her camera. At first, most of the pictures are of a redhead I’ve never seen before, posed in a park and modeling for the camera. Then the pictures turn to the sights I see every day and I conclude they must be pictures that Amelia took this morning or on her way here. “These are really good.” 

“Oh, thanks,” Amelia’s cheeks turn pink at the compliment as she tosses the camera aside, clutching her cup of tea instead. 

“I’d love to see more of your art sometime. I haven’t seen that much but the things that I have seen, I really loved.”

“Maybe one day, when you’re available, you can come to my studio. It’s just a couple of blocks away. I’d love for you to come and see some of what I do when you’re gone,” her head falls onto my shoulder and she scoots closer to me, her arm slowly moving around my waist, pulling me even closer to her. “It’s what I did all day. But speaking of all day, how was your day? How was the case?”

We move into the living room and get under a blanket as I give Amelia vague details about the case we solved this past week. She sits just as close to me as she was in the kitchen and tucks her feet under my legs to warm herself up, and once I’ve decided I’ve told her enough about the serial killer that we captured last night, she starts telling me about her last few days and how she went out to see a bad movie with her group of friends. She keeps moving closer and closer as the sun gets lower and lower and soon enough, Amelia is laying over my lap and my hands are in her hair, brushing the strands out of her face. I can confidently say that it’s the most relaxed and the most comfortable I’ve been this past week, and maybe even in the last few months. Every time Amelia is around and we get to just sit and talk, it’s a breath of fresh air. I don’t get to do this enough. I look up at the clock after being on the couch for a long time, seeing that it’s almost midnight. Thank god I don’t have to work tomorrow.

“Hey,” Amelia hums and looks up at me, her head in my lap and the blanket wrapped mostly around her, “it’s late. Do you want anything to eat?”

She hums once more, sitting up and keeping the blanket pulled up to her chest, her eyelids fluttering like a child fighting off sleep. “Yeah. I could really go for some ice cream. Do you have any?”

“I do, actually. But just chocolate, I think,” I stand from the couch and hold my hands out to Amelia, lugging her off the couch when she puts her hands in mine. She follows me one more time into the kitchen and pulls out bowls and spoons while I grab the gallon of ice cream from the freezer. 

“So,” Amelia draws the word out, bumping her hip with mine when she reaches over me for a bowl, “will you tell me about your BAU team? I know their names, but they’re your best friends and basically your second family so I wanna know about them.”

“Oh, really? What do you wanna know?” She grins as I slide the chocolate syrup over to her and she quickly steals it to drizzle it all over her bowl of ice cream. 

“Mm,” she hums, far too concentrated on her ice cream at first to give me a proper answer. But when she finishes with the syrup and hands it back to me, she hastily grabs spoons from the drawer and returns her full attention to the conversation, “just about your history with them. I’m not sure, whatever you wanna tell. Whatever’s important.”

We retake our seats on the couch, both of us now evenly draped in the blanket with our ice cream bowls in our hands. Amelia slings her legs over my lap and scoots as close to me as she can get, pressing her cheek to my shoulder. Despite wearing pajama pants, I can feel Amelia’s thighs, exposed by her dress, pressed against mine and it takes my breath away for a moment. I have to shift my position in the slightest so Amelia isn’t too on top of me, and once I’ve moved and I’m more comfortable, I start to let my mind race over what I could tell her. 

“Well, Morgan is one of my best friends and he was one of the first people I met when I started working at the BAU. He’s loud sometimes and a little overwhelming but he’s always there for me. For example, during a case, I got anthrax poisoning and-”

Amelia nearly drops her bowl at this revelation and she reaches for my arm, squeezing tighter than ever before. “I’m sorry, what? Did I hear you correctly? Anthrax poisoning? And you’re still alive?” She practically throws her bowl onto the coffee table, quicking whipping around and grabbing my cheeks, pulling my face closer to hers until our noses are touching. “Am I speaking to a robot right now?”

My eyes practically roll into the back of my head. “A robot? Amelia, I can’t even use my DVD player. What makes you think I’m a robot, which is essentially a being made completely of technology?”

Amelia narrows her eyes at me, dragging her thumbs down to my jawline. She looks away for just a moment to eye the DVD player and then returns to me, just as close as she was two seconds ago. “Why do you have that thing if you don’t know how to use it?”

“It was a gift from JJ,” my lips brush against Amelia’s as I speak and even though we’ve kissed a million times by now, the feeling of our lips touching still makes the butterflies in my stomach act up. But her lips taste like chocolate and I can’t help it when I pull her closer and into a kiss. Now, it’s almost like it’s second nature to want to be constantly touching Amelia and kissing Amelia and just being around Amelia all the time.

Amelia abruptly pulls away from our kiss and lets out a loud yawn, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “Sorry, sorry. It’s impossible to hold back a yawn while kissing.”

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I wave my hand at her casually, and when she rubs her hands over her eyes and then pushes her hair back, my heart seems to pound just a little bit faster. She’s a little bit bleary as she inhales sharply, falling forward and pressing her temple against my shoulder. “Hey, it’s really late. I can tell you about my coworkers another day. Do you wanna get to sleep?”

“No,” she shakes her head but her body language strongly contrasts her words as she lets herself melt further into my embrace, “I don’t wanna leave you. I missed you a lot today.”

Okay, Spencer. Being bold with Amelia has yet to fail me so why should it now? Just ask her if she wants to spend the night for the first time. It’s with innocent intentions, anyway. No funny business. Just a couple sleeping in the same bed- what’s wrong with that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So just ask. Ask! It’s one night and I’ve recently cleaned my bedroom and washed the sheets so everything should be fine for a girl to sleep over. Sleep over? You’re not a ten year old, Spencer. Don’t ask her if she wants to sleep over like you’re a group of girls planning on eating candy and watching movies until three in the morning on the living room floor. Is that what girls do at sleepovers? I don’t even know. Nope, don’t get sidetracked. Just ask. 

“Lia?” She hums in response, not even lifting her head from its spot on my shoulder. I’m used to her being boisterous and loud and positive when I’m anxious so I guess I’ll have to muster up enough courage to ask without her encouragement. “It’s really late already and, well, I don’t know what you’re doing tomorrow but would you wanna stay the night? It’s just- it’s past midnight and, you know, 40% of all fatal car accidents happen at night. 60% of adults have driven while drowsy and 37% of adults have fallen asleep at the wheel. I-“ I let out a breath, my chest deflating at her overall silence. “You don’t have to stay over and I could drive you home so you don’t have to drive but, you know, I would just like to know you’re safe.” 

I pause once more and wait for some confirmation or rejection from Amelia, but all I’m met with is quiet breaths across my chest. I duck my head down and find Amelia fast asleep on my shoulder and one of the straps of her dress falling down her arm from the odd angle she’s laying at. Of course, what else would happen? I go on a nervous rant and Amelia sleeps through it. 

“Hey, hey, Amelia?” I card my fingers through her hair and luckily, it’s enough to rouse her from her quick nap, and she lifts her head from my shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t. I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was talking about. Do you want to stay the night? I gave you a bunch of statistics on car accidents at night but I’m sure you’ll fall asleep again if I repeat them.”

Amelia lets out a small laugh, pushing herself to a sitting position and rubbing her eyes yet again. “Could you lend me some clothes? Sleeping in a dress is not really my vibe.”

“Sure, I can give you some clothes. But let’s go to bed before you fall asleep again,” I grab onto Amelia’s hands and pull her off the couch, leading my half-asleep girlfriend to my bedroom. She waits patiently as I open my closet and reach for a pair of sweats, handing her sweatpants and a hoodie from Caltech. “Here. I’m gonna go clean up the ice cream while you change.”

“Thank you,” Amelia lays a kiss on my cheek before I can leave, and the tingling on my skin persists even when I get into the living room and clean up our ice cream bowls, putting them into the dishwasher. 

I suppose that after tonight, there will be plenty of nights spent together. I won’t lie and say that sleeping in the same bed as Amelia isn’t a bit scary. I don’t know what kind of sleeper I am. Will I steal all the blankets and leave her freezing all night? Will I kick her relentlessly and leave dark bruises all over her pale skin? Will she just plainly hate sleeping with me and thus would begin the end of our relationship? 

“Spencer,” Amelia’s voice rips me out of my anxious spiral, and when I turn to look at her, my breath is knocked completely out of my chest. Amelia wearing my clothes is quite a gorgeous sight, even if they’re hanging off her body and pooling around her feet. Her hair is up and her face is washed of any makeup and she just looks wildly beautiful. She pops her head into the kitchen and gives me a tired smile, maybe the millionth of the night. “Do you need help with anything?”

I shove my bowl into the dishwasher and then slam it closed, shaking my head at her. “No, I’m good. Let’s just go to bed.” I shut off the kitchen light and swing my arm around Amelia’s waist, bringing her back towards my bedroom and shutting the door behind us. 

I watch with wide eyes and a stupid smile as Amelia crawls onto the bed, but right when she gets onto her knees, she pauses and looks over her shoulder at me. “Is there a side of the bed that you prefer?”

My eyes dart between Amelia and the pillows on the bed. Is there a side I prefer? I wouldn’t know. “I don’t think so. I mean, honestly, I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone before,”

“Me either,” Amelia pouts, her eyes locked on mine as she debates which side to choose. “Well, we’re technically already on different sides of the bed.” She gestures to her place on the right side and me on the left side. I just shrug in response to her suggestion. It’s not a big deal to me whatsoever, just as long as Amelia is comfortable and she doesn’t wind up hating me after tonight. 

Amelia, completely exhausted, flops onto her stomach on top of the duvet, wiggling up just a little bit further until she can rest her head on the pillow. I shut off the lights and then crawl into the bed, on my predetermined side, tugging the duvet from under Amelia so she can join me under it. And as soon as she’s under the duvet, Amelia rolls over and curls up beside me, laying her head on my chest and slinging her arm over my stomach. “Thank you for letting me stay over,” she whispers, craning her head to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight.”

The feeling of laying in a bed with another person, especially a person who I feel so strongly about, is such a warm feeling. I’m sure I’ll literally be warm soon, what with Amelia on top of me and a duvet covering my legs. But my chest feels tight and I can’t wipe off the smile on my face, no matter how hard I try. I just beam, knowing that Amelia will be beside me all night. 

So I sink further into the duvet and tug Amelia as close as I possibly can, receiving a small snicker from her. But she doesn’t seem to mind the closeness since she curls into me even more and then presses another kiss to the center of my chest. Maybe she can feel my pounding heart under her lips. Her affection comforts me enough to allow me to close my eyes and force out a goodnight, drifting off to sleep with Amelia in my arms.

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Kidnapped

Summary: Patton, Virgil, Roman, and Logan get kidnapped. Who could possibly save them now?

Warnings: OOF. A lot. Kidnapping. Remus. Deceit. Murder. Decapitation. Blood. Remus thinking something is about sex. Guns. Please tell me if I missed some.

Word Count: 3415

Ships: Pretty much platonic everything, except for Moxiety, that’s written pretty romantically.

Patton woke up in a dark room...no… in a cell, his hands chained above his head.

He panicked. Where was he? What happened?

The memories were still fuzzy, but he vaguely remembered a couple guys pouncing on him and his friends. Roman had pulled out his sword to protect them. Logan had turned around and his eyes went wide at something behind Patton, and then he felt a sudden pain on the top of his head, Virgil crying out his name being the last thing he heard before unconsciousness swept over him.

Patton looked around. He was alone. Were the others hurt? Did they escape? Did they get thrown into a different cell? Tears ran down his face as he unsuccessfully tried to break free.

Footsteps approaching was the only thing that stopped him. A very familiar grin popped up and Patton almost felt betrayed.

“Remus?! I should have kn-mmmf”

Remus had put a hand over his mouth, and leaned in very close to Patton’s ear, making him cringe “shshsh. They’ll hear us.” He walked around Patton, making sure not to let go of his mouth.

Very quietly and very muffled Patton whimpered out “What are you gonna do to me?”

A couple clinking noises and then Patton’s arms relaxing at his sides was not what he was expecting.

Patton looked up at Remus with a confused look only to be greeted with a chuckle “Surprise. I’m the good guy this time.”

“Where are the others?” Patton started crying again.

Remus wiped away his tears “Not sure. You were the first one I found. Lemme ask Dee.” He pushed something in his ear then pressed their faces together side by side so Patton could hear from his earpiece “I found Patton. How’s things on your side?”

“Well I found Roman” A very harsh whisper came through “But the idiot is yelling at one of the guards. I can’t make a move yet aaaand he just got knocked out again. Of course he doesn’t make this easy.”

“Anyone else?”

“No. But I saw them carrying Logan down a corridor that leads to a dead end if the blueprints are correct. So I think I’ll get him quick. Of course now I have to carry Roman and...nope. His outfit alone must be 50 pounds. I’m breaking him out and hiding him in the air ducts until he wakes up.”

“Virgil?” Patton asked

Dee sighed “No idea.”

Patton nodded and hung his head. Remus placed an arm around his shoulders “Hey we’ll find him. I found you. Come on before the guards-”

A loud door slamming made Patton freeze, but Remus was quick to grab the chain around Patton’s wrist and tape to the wall to appear as if he was still trapped, then hide in the darkness.

A very defeated Virgil being guided by 2 guards passed by his cell. He looked so beat up. Had they been torturing him? Patton wanted so badly to go help him, but he felt Remus’s hand on his stomach pushing him back.

Virgil looked to the side and saw Patton. His defeat being replaced with the need to protect. “Pat!” All he did was step up to the cell before a guard electrocuted him.

“NO!” Patton cried out then winced at Remus clawing into his skin.

The guards had shoved Virgil out of Patton’s line of view. And Patton noticed they only walked a few cells down before he heard a clanging sound and a lock clicking.

One of the guards laughed “Now I get it. He has to hear his little boyfriend whimper. That’s much worse than we can ever do to him.”

Another guard walked into Patton’s cell and Remus quickly hid in the corner “I mean, we can always help.” He pressed Roman’s sword just enough on Patton’s shoulder to draw blood and make him cry out.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Patton heard struggling of chains not too far away.

Remus growled. He might have listened to Dee’s advice of staying in the shadows if it hadn’t been for his brother’s sword. So many times he had tried to steal it and this fucker got to use it? Unacceptable. The anger made it all happen so quickly. Suddenly Roman’s sword was in Remus’s hand, Patton was screaming, and the guards head was rolling on the floor.

Whoops.

“Alright alright we gotta g-WHAT THE HELL?” The second guard had the business end of the sword through his stomach before he could call for backup.

Remus kicked the bodies out of sight “Ok. They’re gone Pat. You can look now.”

Patton was shaking as Remus plucked one of the guards’ keys and freed Patton’s wrists. He felt a shirt wiping the guards blood off of his face, then a tearing sound as Remus ripped off his sleeve and wrapped it around Patton’s shoulder.

“Uh...sorry. I know you don’t like...murder.”

Patton nodded. “S-s-save others now. Fr-freak out later.”

Remus helped a very wobbly Patton up, but hearing Virgil crying out “P-Pat? What’s going on? PLEASE tell me you’re ok.” Sent a new adrenaline through Patton.

Seeing Remus unlocking his cell made Virgil growl, but then seeing a freed Patton standing next to him made him realize that maybe he wasn’t apart of...whatever this was.

The second Remus found the right key Patton shoved his way in and leapt onto Virgil, hugging him tight and kissing every part of his face.

Virgil winced slightly when he kissed a bruise but he quickly shut down any apologies Patton tried to make with “Don’t care. You’re ok.”

Remus let Virgil’s wrists go and Virgil tightly wrapped his arms around Patton, making him fall onto his back. It hurt his shoulder so much but Patton couldn’t help but giggle.

“Damn, I did not see you two as the type to fuck in a dungeon. Especially with your friends still in danger.”

Both of them went bright red. Virgil got off of Patton and jumped up to his feet.

“Hey wait no, you don’t have to stop on account of me.”

Patton cleared his throat and stood up “That wasn’t- we weren’t- Whatever you think that was, we do still have to find Logan and Roman.”

“Can I watch later?”

“NO!” Virgil growled.

“So there is gonna be something later?”

“Not important.”

“That’s not a no`”

“Can we just find the others? Please?”

Remus grinned and pressed on his earpiece “Hey I got Virgil. And I found Roman’s sword. And I got some keys.”

“Oh good…” Deceit paused for a moment “How did you get keys?”

“...decapitated one guy and skewered another.”

“REMUS!”

“He was hurting Patton. I HAD to.”

Dee let out a long sigh “Ok. Well I got Logan, and we’re in the ducts waiting for Roman to wake up. In the southeast section. This seems to be the safest spot for now so meet us here. Stay hidden and no more murder. I mean it Remus. They haven’t noticed anything fishy yet, but they could any second now.”

Remus looked around for a vent and found one near the ceiling “aye aye cap’n”

Virgil and Patton hoisted Remus up on their shoulders so he could take off the cover and crawl in. Virgil then picked up Patton who grabbed Remus’s hand and was pulled in, then both Remus and Patton grabbed Virgil’s hands and helped him in.

As quietly as he could Virgil replaced the cover before following the other two.

Alarms went off and all three of them froze.

Guards were running all over the place. Yelling at each other about how all the prisoners had escaped.

“They can’t have gone far! One of them has literally just been escorted out of the torture chamber.”

“Who were his escorts?”

“Wilson and Davis.”

A scream from not too far back was heard and then a guard ran in.

“We just found Wilson’s head!”

Remus grinned but it faltered when Patton glared at him.

“The sad little emo kid did… did THAT?”

Remus gasped. How DARE Virgil get credit for his hard work. It took all of Patton’s and Virgil’s strength to keep him from jumping out of the nearest vent and correcting the guards.

“Well be on high alert, this man is dangerous.”

Virgil let go of Remus when the guards left the room, but Patton kept a firm grip on his arm.

“Fuck. I’m a murderer now. That’s exactly what I needed. Thanks Remus.”

“You think I’m happy about this?”

“Guys, please don’t fight. We have to stay quiet.”

“Right. Sorry Patton.”

“Yeah. Sorry Pat.” Virgil leaned his head on Patton’s good shoulder “Where next?”

Remus pulled out a blueprint “Alright, I think this is the room we’re in. Southeast is…..there. That’s not...too far.”

Virgil groaned “We’re like half of this giant ass place away.”

“Could be worse.”

Virgil raised his eyebrows “Are you TRYING to jinx us?”

Remus shrugged “Let’s go.”

It could have been a few minutes. It could have been a few hours. Probably closer to hours since they all had to stop every time a guard was nearby.

Then they all saw silhouettes. They took a moment to make sure if it was friend or foe, but Patton noticed a silhouette had a bowler hat and pushed past Remus to crawl as fast as he could, plowing into Logan and a now conscious Roman. He hugged them tight and started crying into Roman’s chest. Thank God they were alive. Thank God they were ok.

“Hey Pat.” Logan ran his hand up and down Patton’s back “Hey hey hey, it’s ok. We’re ok.”

Dee hissed “I think that’s his polite way of saying shut up”

Patton was still sniffing, but his sobs subsided. He pulled away and allowed Logan to fuss over his shoulder, using his other arm to pull Dee closer “Thank you so much. I don’t know what would have happened without you.”

Dee flustered a little bit, clearing his throat to regain his composure and shaking off Patton “Yeah, well you’re not saved quite yet. We’ve been trying to hatch a plan to get us all out of here but then the alarms went off and now the guards are scattered all over instead of following their usual pattern.”

Virgil and Remus caught up. Logan looked at Virgil and promised he would work on his bruises when he was finished with Patton. Remus slid Roman his sword which he was all too delighted to be reunited with once again.

Alarms were blaring. Guards were yelling and nearby. But Patton was reunited with everyone and all his adrenaline had worn off. He was suddenly exhausted. “Do you think it’s safe to sleep?”

Dee raised an eyebrow at Patton and noticed how heavy his eyelids were. He was not about to drag him around. “Alright. But we’re taking shifts.”

“I’ll take first shift.” Virgil sat down next to Patton and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Too anxious to sleep anyway.” He smiled as Patton leaned on his shoulder and started to drift off.

Roman wiped the blood of his sword and joked “I’ve slept enough today, I’ll join you.”

Remus laid down “Well I’ve never been the noble one, so night.” and was out like a light.

“I still have to patch up you two, and I want to keep an eye on Roman’s head.” Logan looked over at Dee, who was focused on a map “I can make a plan. Get some sleep.”

“What? No. I have to get you all out of here.”

“You’ve done plenty today, Dee. Trust me, some sleep will do you good.”

Dee sighed, arguing could get them caught, so he leaned back against the wall “Don’t let me sleep for too long.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Patton woke up after a while. Remus and Dee were still asleep. Roman and Logan were quietly discussing plans over the map. The alarms were still going off. He looked up at a now bandaged Virgil who smiled at him.

“Hey sleep ok?”

Patton sat up straight “More or less. We can switch if you want.”

“Nah I’m ok.”

“Virgil.”

“Fine.” Virgil laid down in Patton’s lap and Patton started stroking his hair until he fell asleep.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” Logan crawled over to Patton “I wanted to replace your bandages soon.”

“Do we have a plan yet?”

Roman brought the map over to let Patton see “Not quite. The air ducts don’t go all the way through. We’d end up in this room here.”

“Is that not an exit right there?”

“It is. And it leads to a garage where we could get a get-away car.”

“Well that’s perfect.”

Logan wiped away any excess blood from Patton’s stab wound “Yes. But according to their schedules it’s heavily guarded.”

“But Dee said that they’re no longer following the schedule because they’re all looking for us.”

“Still an escape route that obvious will be guarded. I have no doubt about it.”

“We could fight our way through.” The three of them looked at a now awake Remus.

Logan shook his head “They will surely call for backup. There are a lot of guards and six of us. And of us six, only you and Roman actually are trained in fighting. They will outnumber us.”

“So we sneak attack before they can call anyone. That’s how I did it earlier.”

“It’s-”

“It’s the only plan we’ve got Logan.”

“Patton? You hate fighting.”

“I do… but I’m also not too fond of all my friends being in danger. I would love to take a more passive approach, but they’re not gonna let us.”

Logan sighed “We’re discussing this with Dee when he wakes up. He’s sort of the...mastermind behind this breakout. He might know something we don’t.”

“What do I know that you don’t?”

Logan looked over at Dee and told him the plan. Dee nodded thoughtfully, letting all the information swirl in his brain.

“Patton’s right. It’s the only plan we’ve got.”

“We could die.”

“Yeah, well we’re gonna die if we stay here. Wake up Virgil. We’re leaving.”

“He just fell asleep though.”

“He can sleep in the car. Let’s go.”

Patton sighed and gently shook Virgil’s arm. Virgil bolted up, ready to fight.

“It’s ok.” Patton placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed the bandage on his eyebrow with his thumb “We’re just going.”

Virgil nodded.

They made their way to the deadend and Logan let out a very quiet sigh. There were 8 guards. Not as much as he expected, but more than he had seen. And he knew more could come in at any time.

Remus polished his mace before kicking the grate off and jumping down in the middle of the room. “Hello boys.”

“What happened to sneak attack?” Logan mouthed 

The guards all stared at Remus. He wasn’t one of the prisoners, but he wasn’t a guard either. So...who the hell was he?

“I just wanna get one thing straight. Not me, obviously. But your friends were not killed by the emo prisoner. They. Were killed. By me.”

The guards positioned themselves to attack

“Oh brother dearest~ A little help, why don’t you?”

Roman knew this was a bad idea, but also how could he deny the drama. He jumped down next to his brother.

Remus grinned “We haven’t fought on the same side in years. Do you think we’re a little rusty?”

“We better not be.” Roman twirled his sword “Our friends’ lives are on the line.”

A guard pulled out a walkie talkie and it was smacked down with a mace, taking his hand with it.

“We are TRYING to have witty banter here. Could you not ruin it?” Remus huffed and shoved his mace’s spikes into his head “Honestly, some people are so rude.”

Watching their coworker crumple dead to the floor made the other 7 attack. Patton could only watch Roman’s sword enter 1 person before he had hit his watching bloodshed limit for the day. He hid his face in his hands and only looked up when he felt something pull on his arm and Virgil telling him they have to move fast.

The other four jumped out of the vent and ran as fast as they could to the garage. Patton tried not to think as to why the floor was so slippery.

“I’m driving~” Remus grinned

5 different “No!”s were heard.

Remus just got into the driver’s seat “Yes. We need a quick and reckless getaway. Not obey all the safety laws. Besides, I'm the only one who knows how to hotwire a car. Get. In.”

Nobody was happy about this, but the sound of running feet fast approaching was enough incentive.

“All in.”

“Yes.”

“All buckled up”

“N-”

“I don’t care.” Remus pressed as hard as he could on the gas.

Again Patton had to cover his eyes. They were going to die. He heard bullets being fired and alarms and sirens. If that didn’t get them, Remus driving into a tree sure would.

What was that noise? A horn?

“DON’T DRIVE ON THE TRAIN TRACK YOU IDIOT!” Dee leaned forward and swerved the car.

“HEY! I’M DRIVING!”

Yep. They were gonna die.

All the rough turns and swerving made covering his eyes seem pointless. Patton peaked open one eye and slammed it back shut. Bad idea. They were driving right alongside a cliff. Oh God. They really were going to die.

“Shit shit shit. Get off my ass.” Remus looked around “Alright, I’m driving the car off a cliff!”

“WHAT!” Virgil screamed

“It will make them think we’re dead.”

“YEAH! BEING DEAD USUALLY GIVES OFF THAT IMPRESSION!”

“No. When I make this next turn, we’ll jump out, hide in the forest, the car will fly off the edge, they’ll think we’re dead, and leave.”

“What?”

“No time to think just GO!”

They jumped out. Virgil had wrapped himself around Patton and they rolled into a bush. The loud boom was heard and tears rolled down Patton’s face. They had all jumped out in time...right?

The sirens stopped and Patton froze when he heard a car door open no more than 10 feet away.

“Did they seriously Thelma and Louise it?” An impressed whistle was heard “Damn. No way in hell did they survive that. Look at it burn.”

“Boss isn’t gonna be too happy.”

“We’ll get Hayes to tell him.”

The car sped away and Patton and Virgil lay there in silence until they couldn’t hear it in the distance anymore, then Patton got up “Roman! Logan! Dee! Remus!”

Remus hopped down from a tree “Wow. I can NOT believe yall listened to me. That was a BAD idea.”

Logan stood up from behind a bush “Yes well, it seems to have succeeded.”

“Not quite!” Dee’s voice was heard from...off of the cliff. Patton ran over and would have fallen off if Virgil hadn’t grabbed his arm.

Roman had his sword shoved into the cliffside, holding onto Dee’s hand.

Remus ran over and grabbed Patton’s hand before jumping off. Both Patton and Virgil shoved their feet into the ground to keep them all from falling as Remus grabbed ahold of Roman’s blade, yanked it out and called for them to pull them up. Logan grabbed ahold of Virgil’s waist and slowly all six were back on top of the cliff.

Virgil pulled them all in a little, just in case the cliff wanted to crumble and they all sat there for a moment before Patton started laughing. It was very contagious, and slowly the other 5 were laughing as well.

They were all alive.

They were all free.

It was going to be a long trek home.

Logan cleared his throat after a bit. “I believe I recognized that train.”

“The one that Remus almost had hit us.”

“Yes. Exactly. If we head back to the tracks, we might be able to catch a train that gets us not too far from home.”

The train ride lasted the better part of a day. Patton made sure Virgil Roman and Logan got their chance to sleep. And it dropped them off a few towns from home. And with no money or car, it was a long walk.

But they eventually made it home.

And as much as Patton had missed his bed, the 6 of them sitting in the living room laughing and talking was so much better.

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Big Hero 7: The Series

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Big Hero 7 S2

Something’s Fishy

*At the garage Hiro, Cora, and Baymax are with Fred in the bright sunny day of San Fransokyo. Fred earlier had discussed a potential super suit update to the teen couple and, taking in the potential idea, crafted the new suit and right now, they are presenting to Fred.*

Fred: I think I'll call it... Fred-millian! Also I found some cool things chameleons chan do so could we add them? Please (x5)

Cora: OK Fred OK! *Giggles* You're super excited about this!

Hiro: But first, get in and lets test out the camouflage function-

*While Hiro was speaking Fred had already gotten inside the suit.*

Fred: Already inside! So excited!

Hiro: Of course you are, OK! Hit the button on the left-

Cass: Hey guys!

Baymax: Hello Aunt Cass.

Cass: What are you guys doing in here?

*Hiro turns to Fred only to see he had already activated the camouflage just before Cass could see him and the new costume.*

Hiro: Uh what? Nothing! Just nothing, you know... working on our projects together.

Cora: Nothing too important per say.

*The two teens watch for any disturbance of any objects near Cass in case of his clumsiness. But so far, and thankfully, Fred managed to sneak outside without knocking anything to big or important.*

Cass: I have some news for you guys! I just ran into an old friend who just moved back to San Fransokyo and he has a daughter who's you guys' age!

Cora: Sounds interesting Aunt Cass!

Cass: Her name is Megan and I asked is she could stop by the Café tomorrow to meet you guys.

Hiro: Oh! Is that so?

Cass: Considering she's new in town it would also help if you two show her around?

Cora: Depends... we've been rather with school and study sessions.

Hiro: But we'll try!

Cass: Also, Mizuchi is planning to bring his brother Kage over for dinner in a few days.

Hiro: Oh! Kage!.. Hehehe..

Cass: I know its sudden to meet Cora's distant uncle but he seems nice, admittedly I didn't know he's Cora's uncle when he ordered that coffee and blueberry scone that time.

Cora: no no its fine! Lets say that he had a..interesting life before he moved in with my family-

*that is when Hiro's phone rings and finds the caller to be Gogo. Cora gestures for Hiro to take the call while she keeps a lookout for Fred and Cass.*

Gogo: High Voltage busted out of prison again!

Hiro: *Whispers* OK, but right now Cora and I are a little busy, but Fred is on his way though!

*Hiro hangs up as he joins back to the group.*

Cass: What was that about?

Hiro: Oh that was just Gogo and she was asking if Cora and I would go over to her place and... uh...

Cora: See if we could go roller skating!

Hiro: Yeah!

*The two teens smile awkwardly to Cass to which she smiles back.*

Cass: Ok guys. See ya up at the café.

*And so Cass goes up to the café to continue working, leaving Hiro and Cora be. That is when Fred reverts back to his actual self and looks at the two teens.*

Fred: Wow! You get to meet a new friend! And...also have to have dinner with Obake- Oh I mean- Kage...Well see ya around!

*and so Fred slithers away leaving Hiro and Cora be. The blue haired teen looks down when Hiro kisses her cheek*

Hiro: Hey Cora... I know it sounds a little..off with Kage, but I'm sure it will be fairly normal. Like all the other family dinners together.

Cora: Yeah... you're right Hiro. And who knows, maybe Megan would be awesome.

Hiro: We gotta meet her first though.

Cora: So long as she isn't *Coughs*Karmi*Cough* I think I'm willing to give her a chance.

Hiro:*Smirks* That's my girl *Wraps arm around her.*

*As it turns out Gogo and Fred are on their way to Mole's place. As soon as Gogo received news that High Voltage escaped she knew she had to call for backup to protect a certain pest. When they arrived there they see Mole playing his own version of MonsterVMonster where Mole's monster opponent is Fred.*

Mole: Ha! You're Roadkill Fred!

Fred: Ahem!

*When Mole hears that ahem he turns around only to see, to his delight, Fredzilla and Velocity, two members of Big Hero 7.*

Mole: Wait! Are you lizard guy?

Fred: Yes... buts that not actually my-

Mole: Love the new suit! *To Gogo* And you're also in Big Hero 7. *To Fred* But Lizard guy! Oh Wow wow wow wow! I can't believe you're here! *Fanboy squeal*

Gogo: Please stop squealing.

Mole: Do I know you?

Gogo: Nope.

Fred: *Puts an autograph over Mole's face.* How about a genuine lizard guy autograph?

Mole: Nice! I can't wait to shove this into Fred's stupid face! He's gonna be so jealous!

Fred: My face is not-*Catches himself and coughs to distract* I mean what is wrong with this Fred person's face?

Mole: Oh I don't know...everything!

Fred: *One hairline away from exploding before remembering something* Well that's too bad... I heard that this Fred person was building a super Hero mesuem and I thought I would ask you to accompany me!

Mole: Oh! Ummm.. Actually Fred is actually uh..

*Gogo has enough and so pushes the two apart.*

Gogo: Anyway, we're here because High Voltage escaped from prison.

Fred: And they'll come after you for having their orb.. which is stored right here.

*Truth to be told, the orb in question is in fact a replica. While Mole was unconscious after getting his memory wiped out, Commander Carter had the orb generator removed and replaced it with a regular electric ball. But that won't stop High Voltage to come after it, cause as far as they know, Mole Richardson has it.*

Fred: And now we wait.

Mole: I-Wow. So honored! You can stay as long as you like in fact, how about I make us some smoothies!

Fred: No time for tropical refreshments citizen! This is an official super hero stake out!

Mole: Super Hero steak out? *Extreme fanboy squealing*

*And so the three waited for High Voltage to come for their 'Orb'. But minutes turned to many long, boring hours. they had passed the time either with selfies(Begrudgingly Gogo had to take one with Mole, and that's only cause Mole wanted the full collection), drinking the smoothies Mole offered, and chewing bubblegum. But High Voltage was nowhere in sight.*

Gogo:And I'm out.

*Gogo heads for the chair.*

Fred: But High voltage-

Gogo: Is clearly not coming.

*But what neither of them know is that the reason High Voltage didn't come for Mole was because they had been taken to Sycorax by Liv Amara herself.*

Barb: You are such a sweetie for getting us out of that nasty place.

Liv: Are you kidding? Us ladies have to stick together right?

*Liv Amara tried to get a high five from the dance duo but receives nothing... so she has to put away her hand.*

Liv: And I see a co-opportunity here.

Barb: Is that a word?

Liv: It is now! Listen it just so happens that I need a pair of specialists.

*Barb and Juniper look at each before returning their eyes on the red cladded blonde.*

Juniper: In what?

Liv: Crime dancing.

Barb: I'm sorry honey, can't help you. Our crime dancing days are over.

Liv: I'm sorry what?

Barb: Ya see, we had an incarceration realization. The criminal life-

Juniper: Its not normal and ain't for us.

Liv: That is not going to work for me.

Barb: What do you have to do with this?

Liv: Well there's the matter of my payment.

Barb: Payment? What happened to 'us ladies sticking together?'

Liv: Please, we both know nothing comes free. You two can go off and be normal after you pay me?

Barb: I don't take orders from you!

Liv: Fine, then I'll just give the police a jingle.

Juniper: Then we'll tell them that you broke us out.

Liv: As if they ever believe you, who do you think donated them their canine unit?

Barb: I would think they would listen a little considering that, I don't know, that monster fellow formerly known as Knox broke out of your lab and destroyed your work.

Juniper: Not to mention that intern of yours quit after being kidnapped.

Barb: Big Hero 7 had to ultimately kill him, since you never really found a cure that you supposedly found two months ago. *To Juniper* Lets get out of here Juniper.

*But when Juniper and Barb tried to head to the door to leave it suddenly became bolted with metal. And that is when the floor released an ooze that glued them to their place. Liv Amara walks over to the women, now both scared for their lives.*

Liv: I'm not one used to getting a no...*Pulls out a drill with a chip at the end.* And you two are gonna do your job whether you like it or not.

*The next day, Hiro is sitting at one of the tables when Cora came inside. She quickly spots him and sits on the opposite chair. Then she pulls out another chair for Megan. That is when Megan herself arrives to the door. She's a girl around their height, dressed in jeans, hoodie, stripped shirt with hair tied up to a pony tail. Cora waves Megan over and the teen girl sits down with them.*

Hiro: Hey... I'm Hiro.. and this is my girlfriend, Cora.

Cora: Nice to meet cha.

Megan: Nice to meet you too, I'm Megan.

*Its that moment where Baymax waddles over and greets Megan.*

Baymax: Hello.

Megan:...So a robot?

Hiro:That would be Baymax, he's a personal health care companion.

Cora: But technically a nurse bot in layman's terms.

Megan: That's cool.

*The three sit in awkward silence for a bit until Baymax speaks up.*

Baymax: Social interaction can be initiated with an ice breaker. Common topics include the weather, sporting events-

Hiro: We're good! Thanks Baymax!

Baymax: You are welcome.

*While Hiro stands up to push Baymax away, Cora and Megan sit around till Cora speaks up.*

Cora: So how are you enjoying San Fransokyo?

Megan: Its going OK, still getting used from the move. I never met anyone who's boyfriend has their own robot.

Cora: It can be weird but interesting.

Megan: Does weirdness happen a lot to you guys?

Cora: More than you can actually believe.

Megan: Then I can't wait to see what this city has in store.

*Cora smiles at Megan, to which Hiro joins back to the table.*

Hiro: So uh, you probably heard about my Aunt Cass from your Dad. She cares.. a lot.

Cora: My Dad's the same... just add a little overprotectiveness to 'balance' it out.

Megan: My Dad's the same way, both in caring and being overprotective.

*From afar, Cass is watching the three chat and can't help but smile to herself. Seems like letting the three teens be is working like a charm; it's a good thing since Hiro and Cora hadn't gotten a chance to have a normal day aside from their dates and family dinners. She then receives a text from Mizuchi asking about whether or not the family dinner be at his place or hers. She texts a quick response before getting back to work.*

Cass: Its nice to know that Hiro, Cora, and Megan are getting along so well. I'm sure her dad will be happy to hear that she's not alone in this city.

*Somewhere in San Fransokyo, Barb and Juniper had just broken out of the bank carrying duffle bags filled with cash when Gogo and Fred came to block their path.*

Gogo: Give it up!

Fred: Yeah! You're just bad dancers.

Barb and Juniper: *Gasp*

Gogo: Oh yeah, this is gonna be too easy.

*Both had failed to see the chip implanted to their necks as a way to control them... and give them new powers. And so Juniper generates her own electricity with just her bare hands, much to Gogo's surprise. Gogo skate dodges out of the way while Fred steps up to face them.*

Fred: Super jump-*Realization* Oh yeah, different suit.

*And so Fred is zapped away from the dancing duo. and during the fight they just keep getting zapped by the duo until they ultimately stay down.*

Barb: You're right. That was too easy. Bu bye.

*And so the dancing duo danced away their escape.*

Gogo: How did they do that without their orb?

Fred: I was hoping you know...

*While that happened, the teen couple decided to show Megan around town to get her more adjusted to San Fransokyo. It was also there that they decided to have lunch together at Joe's diner.*

Megan: So I got a foreign language club... or was it photography club? Doesn't matter, the point is I was only seven minutes late but my dad already had the entire police force looking for me!

Hiro: Oh wow!

Cora: that is some overprotective dad level there.

Megan: I told you two way too much about me! Your turn you guys.

Hiro: Oh, Cora and I go to SFIT.

Megan: I know that, I mean what do you two do for fun?

Hiro: Well... aside from the occasional date or two with Cora to either the movies or just hanging at the garage or study dates we don't have much free time.

Cora: Same boat here... though I do try to at least visit the beach once a month. It soothes me.

Hiro: I also have an internship at Krei Tech. Cora's dad even works there!

Cora: He's a security guard.

Megan: Sounds like you two have your hands full, its amazing you two are still standing from all that work.

Hiro: Don't I know it.

Cora: same here!

*This is when Cora's phone buzzes to see a couple text messages from Gogo asking them to meet her at SFIT asap. Cora shows Hiro the texts and soon gets the message.*

Hiro: Something just came up, we have to go... Sorry Megan.

Cora: School stuff.

Megan: On Saturday?

Cora: College life is a bit different, and this coming from someone who's been homeschooled her entire life.

Megan: True, will I see ya guys again?

Hiro: Sure, come by the Café anytime!

Cora: See ya Megan!

*When the teen couple arrive at SFIT they see over the news clip showing High voltage using their new tech free electricity to open up a vault with the gang. As of while, Hiro brought over a bowl of gummy bunnies to share as a snack with the gang.*

Dunder: We haven't seen the last of these dancing divas.

Gogo: see? No orb.

Cora: And no miracle charger like last time.

Wasabi: How are they doing that?

Honey Lemon: That electricity has to be coming from somewhere.

dunder: In other news, still no developments on the missing San Fransokyo's beloved aquarium electric eels, AC and DC.

Cora: Wait.. someone stole AC and DC! Not cool!

Fred: Wait wait wait! Did you just hear that? Electric eels?

Gogo: Yeah, what about them? Aside from the fact its sounds like Cora's power.

Fred: Exactly! Maybe there's a connection to their new powers with the fact that our resident Marine Biologist uses electric charged gloves inspired by her theme as Aqua Girls. Cora you know that right?

Cora: Yeah... its common knowledge. But that doesn't explain how they are still able to generate their own electricity.

Fred: What I'm saying is High Voltage is part eel!

*The gang stare at each other... before they answer.*

Wasabi: Interesting.

Gogo: But wrong.

Honey Lemon: Yeah Freddy... that would be kind of..

Gogo: Crazy..

Cora: There has to be something else that they're using as a power source.

Fred: Eels~

Hiro: Anyone want a gummy bunny?

Honey Lemon: I do!

*Honey Lemon grabs one and admires the style.*

Honey Lemon: Oh these are so cute! I can't bring myself to eat one...hmm... inspiration!

*That is when Gogo's phone starts ringing and shows that the caller is Commander Carter.*

Gogo: Commander carter, did you hear about High Voltage?

Carter: I have noticed, but there's also something important I have to discuss to you about your super hero licenses. I set up a meeting with the new chief of police for you all to meet. As part of the program, the police and supers have to discuss and co-operate on any situation that comes around. He will be briefed about your identities just so you all know. I expect you to all arrive there. Understand?

Gogo: Yes Commander Carter. *Hangs up phone and speaks to the gang.* We have a meeting with commander carter and the chief of police, super hero stuff.

*Late at night, Juniper and Barb are walking through Good luck alley.*

Juniper: OK, the scary lady's been paid, now what?

Barb: We're law abiding citizens now Juniper.

Juniper: Maybe we can go to the movies and not rob them for once! Just like normal people do! Oh mama I'm so happy! *Stomach growls* And hungry..

Barb: Me too...

Juniper: And I'm kind of craving...

Barb and Juniper: Sea food!

*Just then a truck carrying fish passes by.*

Barb: OK... one last crime.. then we're officially retiring!

*And so they electrocute the car to a stop and opened up the back to enjoy the fish inside... while its raw... Back at the café the three teens meet up again as they decided to do their homework together. Megan peeked over Hiro's homework and was floored by its complicated equation.*

Megan: Wow, and I thought algebra was hard.

Hiro: Algebra? I only got an A minus on that. Of course I was nine.

Cora: The tutor computer made it sound so boring that I nearly slept through it, and that was when I nine too.

Megan: Wow, brag much?

Hiro: Sorry, I graduated High school when I was thirteen.

Cora: Same here, but I didn't actually go to a real school...homeschooled graduate here.

Megan: So that's a yes on the bragging.

Hiro: Oh.. I guess it came out that way..

Cora: sorry bout that.

Megan: Its OK, I'm just messing with you two. Two really had been through some interesting things as kids. Bet you didn't go to a lot of school dances huh?

Hiro: Not really... especially when Kurt was there..

Megan: Kurt?

Cora: Some jerky jock that bullied Hiro back in the day.

Megan: Oof! That had to be tough! But we're gonna change that! How about you two come join me to the school dance this weekend?

Hiro: That sounds... interesting.

Cora: Of course!

*Around the back of the Café Cass is texting to Mizuchi about the preparations of the family dinner, smiling when she overheard their plans together.*

Truck Driver: And when I looked at the back I saw High Voltage eating the fish whole!

Fred: Whole you say? Hmm.. interesting.

*Gogo and Baymax are over there checking over the fish bones and trying to piece together why the heck did they eat raw fish whole.*

Gogo: Baymax, can you scan for High Voltage?

Baymax: Scanning now. I am unable to locate High Voltage.

Gogo: Scan jammer?

Baymax: I am not detecting any scan interference.

Fred: Which brings us back to Fred's eel theory.

Gogo: do we have to?

Fred: Yes! Did you hear what the man said? They were eating raw, whole, fish!

Gogo: Even if your eel theory has some truth the only way they would be half eel is if someone genetically altered their DNA to-

*That is when Gogo's mind flashes back to Orso Knox, and the chip he had on his arm. She turns to the truck driver and spoke.*

Gogo: When you saw them, did you happen to notice something on their body?

Truck Driver: I'm not sure... Wait! I did see a little indent on their necks! Tiny and square with little red veins.

*Gogo turns to Fred and Baymax.*

Gogo: We gotta tell the others... I think a certain business woman was behind this...

*The next day, the whole gang are at the Robotics lab. There were two reasons why... one was to chill or work(While already been informed from Gogo about the chip in High Voltage last night) and to officially meet the chief of police. Right now Hiro and Cora is playing ping pong with Wasabi and Honey Lemon.*

Hiro: Just a random question.. what was highschool like for you?

Wasabi: Oh for me it was test anxiety, I only remember the test anxiety and all the kinds of test stress I rather not relive again.

Honey Lemon: High school was where I fell in love with Chemistry! And Andrea... The exchange student.. cest la vie..

Wasabi: Why do you ask?

Hiro: Recently, we've been hanging with Megan, a girl our age and she told us stuff about Highschool that.. well.. makes me wonder if I'm missing out.

Cora: And considering how I was homeschooled, I wonder what it would've been like if I did go... Maybe Highschool would've been a lot of fun!

*Just then, Commander carter comes in with the new chief of police, a tall man with a stern brow.*

Carter: Big Hero 7, this is Chief Cruz, the new chief of the Police department.

Hiro: Its very nice to meet you sir.

Cora: Same here.

*But the man does not respond, his eyes narrowing at the two teens.*

Carter: Remember Cruz, you two are to communicate with each other should any crime happen. If its a common burglary, you deal with it. If any supers come over, either let them or at least make a plan. These people have their super hero licenses, understand.

Cruz: Loud and clear commander Carter.

*Commander Carter nodded as he leaves to talk to the other members of the team while Chief Cruz heads over to Hiro and Cora.*

Hiro: So uh.. I'm sure we can work together-

Cruz: The only thing I'm telling you two to do is two things: One, don't get involved as much as possible, and two, if you have to get into our business leave Megan out of this.

Cora: Wait, did you say Megan?

Cruz: Yeah. Megan talks about you two at home.

*That is when the teens realize that the new chief of police is the father of Megan, their new friend.*

Cruz: I don't care what you two do, just leave Megan out of this super hero nonsense. Seriously... they should have kept the super hero ban years ago...

*Hiro and Cora look at each other, both uneasy by Chief Cruz's dislike for superheroes.. aka them. But at the very least he doesn't mind them being friends with Megan. That following weekend Hiro and Cora are standing by the lucky cat Café dressed in their best outfits while their families are already inside the house having their dinner. While it was a surprise for both Mizuchi and Kaguya about the new friend, they thought it over and allowed Cora to go. Though admittedly... seeing Kage greet Hiro and Cass was an experience. That is when Megan shows up dressed in her blue dress.*

Hiro: Hey Megan!

Cora: Ya looking good!

Megan: Thanks! Both of you looking sharp as well. Come on, lets go!

*The three walk off to the school while Cass stares out the window and sighs.*

Cass: Its so good to see them getting along so well. I knew meeting them up with Megan was a good choice.

Kaguya: indeed.

Cass: So Kage, hows it going for you?

Kage: I would say about average... nothing good but nothing terrible.

Cass: I see... I made hot wings!

Mizuchi: Sounds good.

*with that the four adults start eating their dinner, complimenting on Cass's hot wings and the strawberry salad to accompany it.*

Mizuchi: So where does Megan go to?

Cass: Back at my old highschool, Westerburg High.

*That is when Kage starts choking on his water and starts coughing up. The Baymax accompanying him pats his back as Kage takes deep breaths.*

Kage: Westerburg.. highschool?

Cass: Yeah. Oh man the memories. Westerburg was like the thunder dome, where its kill or be killed. I remember this girl that used to go there, she was very smart. Was gonna graduate at the age of 16. A Cheerleader, very pretty, the overall package..

*When Mizuchi starts hearing Cass rambling on he sees Kage looking like he was having a panic attack.*

Kage:*Softly* please.. don't..

Cass: What was her name again?... I know its at the tip of my tongue..Co...Oh right! Her name was Chara Bone-

Kage: SHUT UP!

*Kage stands up and slams his hand on the table, his breathing heavy. His eyes mixing with pain and longing as memories of the strawberry blonde haired girl resurfaced. He looks up to see the shocked and concerned faces of the others. Unable to bear the stares he quickly leaves his seat and heads downstairs.*

Cass: Kage? whats wrong? Was it something I said?

Mizuchi: Miss Cass... You remember her?

Cass: Yeah, she used to come by the café before she... disappeared... she used to hang out with this boy her age... they were really close...

Mizuchi: Miss Cass... The truth is... Kage was that boy Chara hung out with.

*Cass's eyes widen as she realizes what he meant. while he explains(With the most part) about Chara and Kage, the three teens arrive at the highschool entrance to the dance.*

Hiro: Westerburg High?

Megan: Yeah, or as most like to call, the thunderdome of highschool.

Cora: Really?

Megan: It takes that whole kill or be killed social aspect literally here. Come on lets head inside!

*The three teens go inside and see a lively party happening in the school gym, with the students mixed with the jocks and cheerleaders and nerds doing their own separate thing... with one or two older teens doing some... French smooching.*

Cora: *Blushing hard* well that's something..

Hiro: *Blushing red* Yup..

Megan: You two really are virgins.*whispers* those two have been doing 'it' since last week!

Hiro: You mean they already-

Megan: Yup. Highschool is jocks, plastics, and horny people. Where you're either screwed figuratively, or literally.

*Cora looks around the dance when she spots a photo on the wall. Taking a closer look she sees that its a group of cheer leaders... with one of them being-*

Cora: No way! Hiro come over!

*Hiro, curios about what got Cora surprised, checks the photo and immediately sees what got Cora shocked. among the cheerleaders was a young strawberry blonde haired girl with green eyes and freckles in a cheer leading outfit, where in the plagues had a name.*

Megan: What up?*Looks at photo and sees the cheerleader in question* Oh that? that's Chara Bonete. there's actually a little urban legend about her. Years ago she used to come here, and from what I heard she got it all: looks, grades, style, she was gonna graduate at 16! But then this guy came up and they fell fast; but then one day Chara disappeared, along with a white dress and a ton of cash from both her account and her folks. Her parents found a her diary that said she was actually running away with him. But when they got to the meeting spot, there was nothing... only blood and bits of the dress she wore. They say that the guy had actually lured her to the spot and aced her. Now the school honors her memory with this pic... and the gym.

Hiro: The gym?

Megan: Fun fact, its named the Bonete Gym. Spooky story ain't it?

Cora: You can definitely say that.

Megan: Well, enough scary stories, wanna dance?

Cora: Sure! Lets go! *Straining smile*

*As cora and Megan head back to the dance floor, Hiro takes one last look at the blonde in the picture... in a way Chara did resemeble Cora... its no wonder Kage that she(Cora) was her(Chara)… At the park in the middle of the night Kage sighs as his Baymax checks over his being and keeping record of the time.*

Baymax 1: The current temperature is now 59 degrees. It is advisable to head back to the café and stay warm.

Kage: I know Baymax... I just.. I need to think...

*Just then he hears footsteps and he quickly turns his head, his fists tightened half prepared for anyone, only to see it is Cass, wearing an old letherman jacket.*

Kage: Cass?

Cass: Hey...Kage… how you feeling?

Kage: *Sigh* better than what I was earlier...

Cass: I see... mind if I sit next to you.

*Kage nods absently as Cass sits down next to him. There was awkward silence between them before Kage speaks.*

Kage: Cass, I would like to apologize for my actions earlier-

Cass: No no! Its fine, really... if anything I owe you an apology... Mizuchi told me that.. you were the one who dated Chara.

*Kage turns his head to see Cass, who sighs sadly as she looks up to the sky.*

Cass: When I first heard about the disappearance I couldn't believe, I mean...why would she just leave when she was just getting started...but when they found the bits of dress and... we assumed that you...

Kage: Cass? How much do you know from my brother?

Cass: Only that your mom was stupid rich and hated you... and that she kept you away and... oh god I can't imagine the trauma... back then I never would have imagine someone running away or even dying... but look at me now. My sister and my brother die in a car crash... then a year ago... Tadashi was gone... Now Hiro's all I have left... Kage, know that my house is always open to you. If you wanna chat or just scream, I'm all ears.

Kage; *Halfhearted chuckle* I'll take that in consideration Cass. But I do need to apologize for my behavior earlier. I shouldn't have reacted that way or left in a hurry... no doubt I worried you and my brother greatly.

Cass: Oh yeah. *Stands up while offering her hand.* Wanna come back and get dessert.

Kage:*Takes hand and pulls himself up* I suppose having one plate wouldn't hurt.

Cass: Kage, you're practically bones, you're getting two plates.

*At the dance the three are enjoying themselves as they dance somewhat awkwardly through the music, which at times are appropriately awkward or just... inappropriate. But when Hiro grabs Cora by the hand and swings her around the blue haired teen sees two familiar dancers far behind.*

Cora: *Whispers*Hiro, behind you!

*Hiro turns his head to see Barb and Juniper dancing with their partners. He quickly texts the gang about High Voltage being at the dance, his face now filled with concerned as with Cora's.*

Megan: Hey, you guys' OK? You look a little off?

Hiro: Oh? I was just thinking...things..

Cora: Nothing much. everything's alright.

Juniper: Look mama! my first time non-crime dance! I'm a normal girl!

Barb: Smile baby!

*Barb takes photos of her daughter when the rest of Big Hero 7 arrive on the scene.*

Fred: Party's over! You're coming with us!

Student: Wow! Look its Big Hero 7!

Barb: Why? I'm not doing anything? We're just enjoying the dance.

Wasabi: A highschool dance... a little weird.

Megan: Wait a minute.. is that-

Hiro: Big Hero 7!

Cora: That's them alright!

Juniper: Leave us alone! We're not bothering anybody!

Honey Lemon: That's true, but you did break out of jail and go on a crime spree.

Barb: That's in the past.

Juniper: We're reformed.

Gogo: Uh huh... right.

Barb: Oh, don't believe us?

*Barb uses her electricity to hit the lights and the spot light on her.*

Barb: There comes a time, when a life of crime dancing is left behind~

Hiro: *whispering to Cora* Is she singing?

Cora: *whispers* Yeah... and she's not half bad.

Barb: Well Momma's gone made up her mind!~

*Barb dances to Juniper.*

Barb: We're making a change! I got a feeling, its gonna be strange not stealing your money!~

*She throws the cash to the crowd.*

Gogo: Seriously?

Fred: Shh! Can't we have a little musical once in a while?

Barb: We did our time, well mostly. But we're gonna shine look closely over here!~

Juniper: Mama!

Barb: Not now Juniper this is Mama's solo.*Back to singing* I give you everything I could! Through a larconess childhood! But now its understood we're gonna go good!we're gonna go good!we're gonna go good!~

*Wasabi could not help but clap along the musical number while Gogo sighs.*

Barb: A change of heart and a change of pace, a brand new start gonna show our face... in public!~

*the other dancers start cheering for Barb's performance and Hiro and Cora, even Megan couldn't help but smile at the woman's energy.*

Barb: We're making a change! We're gonna go straight, we'll stay in our lane so before you judge us wait!~

*Silence*

Barb: Big Finish! We're gonna go good, good, good, We're gonna go good!~

*That is when Cora sees the chip in the women's necks and how its glowing the red veins.. and the slowly transforming features from human to-*

Cora: Hiro! The chips!

*Hiro realizes what Cora is saying as while Barb is singing, the women are transforming into eel like creatures!*

Juniper: Wait a minute.. what's going on?

Barb: Juniper! your face!

Juniper: Yours too!

*With that their electricity goes out of control, causing the dancers to run away and Hiro and Cora leading Megan to safety. As they got to get Megan out, Hiro and Cora go to change into their super suits.*

Juniper: Look at us! We're freaks!

Barb: Calm down honey, its not that bad!

Honey Lemon: Tell us honestly: How did you break out?

Barb: Would you believe us if we told you it was Liv Amara?

Wasabi: You'd be surprised by that answer.

Juniper: Really! Good! Then you gotta help us! That lady inserted chips inside us and that's probably why we're Augh!

*And soon all sense of human functioning shushed as they start spraying electricity around, which leads to Gogo going over to stop them but nearly zapped away. and that was thanks to Baymax with Hiro and Cora on his back. Soon they all join together.*

Honey Lemon: stay behind me guys!

*When the next electric zaps comes to them Honey Lemon uses a chem ball to create a body suit armor bubble shaped like a bunny.*

Honey Lemon: I told you I love Gummy bunnies!

*The two continue to zap them as the team tries to shield themselves.*

Fred: Liv amara definitely leveled them up, Phase two villain people!

Gogo: What do we do Hiro?

*The zaps soon start to melt Honey Lemon's bubble armor.*

Honey Lemon: I don't know how long I can hold them off! They're too powerful!

Wasabi: And disturbing.

Hiro: Fred, ready to use those new powers you were talking about?

Fred: Oh yeah! So ready!

Hiro: Cora, help Fred.

Cora: You got it!

*Fred and Cora turn on their camouflage and run around while the two eel women finally zap away Honey Lemon's bubble, leaving them all vulnerable. But before they could zap them once and for all, Barb feels a sharp kick to her side while a tongue wraps itself around juniper before it soon grabs Barb. But then a spare electric shock rips up and turns on the fire sprinklers which soon directs the electricity to Fred's tongue, which frees them. Cora jumps over to avoid nearly being bitten by them as they slither away.*

Cora: They really did wanna change...

Hiro: But Liv Amara got to them first...

Honey Lemon: First transforming Orso Knox into a monster..

Gogo: To using High Voltage to do her dirty work.

Fred: Its official... Liv Amara is a total Savage. Definitely worthy of a phase two villain.

*Cora kneels down and scoops up the ooze and places it in a plastic cup.*

Cora: I'm gonna look over this... wait a minute!

Hiro: Megan!

*Hiro and Cora rush out and change back into their regular clothes where they find Megan outside.*

Megan: Hiro! Cora! Can you two believe what just happened? Super villains at a high school dance! This is not normal.

Cora: Welcome to San Fransokyo Megan.

*Just then police cars arrive and soon, Chief Cruz steps out.*

Cruz: Megan! Are you alright?

Megan: I'm fine dad!

*Chief Cruz hugs his daughter before he goes to the other officers and orders them to get statements. He looks over at the two teens were judgmental eyes, causing Hiro and Cora to feel smaller than they were. Later on the two teens return to the café where Cass and Mizuchi hugs their respective children as they fuss over their well being. That is when Hiro sees Kage, who looks off to the side.*

Hiro: Hey Kage.

Kage:... Hello...

Hiro:...Nice to see you here...

Kage:...Same.

*Back at Liv Amara's office, her new tank now hosts two very special eels that were once Juniper and Barb.*

A.N: And that's something fishy! Love you all and thank you for following Big Hero 7! Also, Megan’s a sweetheart :3

[manysquidsandoctos]

JESSE! ASAHI IS TRYING TO STEAL YOUR GIRL!

“What?! I knew it.....he was fishy from the start! I gotta go and protect her like the good boyfriend I am!” Jesse exclaimed.

“You couldn’t have KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT?!” Asahi shouted.

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Golden Gate’s Heroes -c2

Yo so i finally finished part 2! Sorry it took so long but the dialogue really threw me off and i’m still not sure i’m happy with it. also I’m bad at writing and updating consistently so. uh. yeah please don’t get your hopes up for a speedy update i’m sorry. also sorry about the lack of venom i really just gotta rewatch the movies when i get the chance 

So after that first awkward babysitting thing where they discovered ‘oh hey you have a secret identity I have a secret identity too’, Eddie and Scott met up a grand total of three times. Two of those times were just Eddie babysitting Cassie again, because Cassie really liked him and Venom and they weren’t going to say no to that adorable kid. The first of those times was really just Eddie and Cassie hanging out again, this time at Eddie’s much-less-nice apartment. They did arts and crafts while Cassie asked Venom questions about themself, and throughout the evening Venom slowly acquired more and more glittery cut-out crowns and ribbons. They looked absolutely ridiculous, but it made Cassie happy and Eddie thought it was cute, and so they tolerated the decorations.

The second time, Scott actually invited Eddie out to dinner with him and Cassie after babysitting. It was a bit awkward, but as Eddie recalled stories from his time on The Eddie Brock Show and Scott told him stories about life before and after prison, they found more and more common ground. By the end of it, they weren’t best friends per say, but a lot of the awkwardness and tension had definitely faded down.

The third time they met up, Cassie was still there because she was great at keeping them from being too awkward and weird, but Eddie met them at Pier 39. It was just a casual time hanging out, really, but as they talked in hushed tones about Scott’s experiences as Ant-Man and how Eddie and Venom were still learning to be a functional ‘we’, Eddie figured he would definitely call Scott a friend.

Which was definitely a good thing, given his only other friends were Anne and Dan, and while they were great it was still weird to hang out with his ex-fiancée and her super nice doctor boyfriend sometimes.

Eddie figured he should introduce Scott and Cassie to Anne and Dan sometime. They’d be so proud that he had managed to make new friends, even if one of them was still only a kid who liked giving Venom flower crowns.

But first, he apparently had to meet Scott’s new girlfriend and her parents, the people who gave Scott the Ant-Man suit.

“Dude come on,” Scott was saying. This was now the fourth time they were talking face-to-face, once again after Eddie had babysat Cassie. “They’re super nice, I swear.”

“Man, I still…we still don’t know.” Eddie sighed, scrubbing his face.

“Cassie will be there if that helps, my dude.”

“I mean.” Eddie made a vague gesture. “I guess? But still.”

“Is this about not wanting to make a bad first impression, because believe me, they won’t care that much. I mean they still like me, so.”

Eddie just leveled an unimpressed look at Scott, to which Scott shrugged. “Alright so I may have also mentioned you once or twice to Hope and Hank and Jan and now they really want to meet you.”

“Dude you are the worst. Just give it a bit longer, okay?”

And the conversation effectively ended, at least for a while.

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As much as Eddie was trying to avoid other superheroes or people who might want to tear them apart, neither he nor Venom were going to say no to Cassie’s birthday party.

We’re going to get cornered here you idiot, Venom was hissing into Eddie’s brain.

“Yeah but it’s Cassie you asshole. You really gonna say no to her?”

…no…

“So we’re sucking it up and finally doing this,” Eddie said, knocking on the door to Scott’s place. They were immediately greeted by their grinning friend.

“Hey, you made it! Cool cool, c’mon in!”

And it was normal, for a bit. Scott’s ex and her new boyfriend reminded Eddie of Anne and Dan a bit, but they didn’t pry about anything – either because they didn’t know or didn’t care. Eddie didn’t know which it was but was grateful either way.

He tried to distract himself with cake (lots of cake, chocolate cake, the best kind of cake, especially if you asked Vee), but was more than well aware of a man and two women watching with mixed looks of curiosity and anxiety from another corner of the room. They were distracted enough by Cassie too, but as the party began to wind down, guests left, and Cassie’s mom took her home, Eddie was left with Scott and the staring trio.

“Well,” Eddie said, directed mostly to Scott, “this was great, thanks for the invite, I’ll just get out of your hair now—“

“Actually, we’ve been waiting to talk to you,” the younger of the two women said, and Eddie groaned internally. He could feel Venom stirring beneath his skin, curious but also ready to protect them if needed.

“Uh, Eddie, that’s my girlfriend Hope, and her parents Hank and Janet,” Scott interjected, seeming as nervous as Eddie felt. “Guys, this is Eddie.”

“Brock, yeah,” Hank said. “Nice work taking down Drake. I knew there was something fishy going on with him but we were a bit distracted during that whole fiasco of yours.”

“Uh, thanks?” Eddie was fairly certain that was not the correct response, but it got a chuckle out of Janet, so that was fine, he supposed.

“But there is the issue of you having been – fused, or bonded, or whatever, with one of those alien symbiotes Drake was experimenting on,” Hope stated, and next to her Scott bit his lip. “The reports you gave after the incident state that you lost it, or it burned in the explosion, but there have been some reports of a large dark figure throughout the city since then – one that occasionally eats its targets. And then Scott told us about you starting to babysit for Cassie, and at the same time he started showing reluctance over tracking down the giant maneating creature. So, anything to add, Mr. Brock?”

“Hope I told you to go easy on him,” Scott muttered as Eddie blinked, and Janet rolled her eyes.

“She takes after her dad,” she said, and Hank looked affronted. But, still.

They know, Venom was hissing in his head, but their emotions were confused, unsure of if they should trust Scott’s friends, or if they should just eat them all.

Not really, Eddie thought back. From what she said, Scott never said anything specific, they all just put the pieces together on their own, and he’s trying to make everything better for us.

Hm. Cassie may like them, and Scott is okay, but still. Don’t know about what they want.

Yeah, well, let’s see, shall we? Out loud, he asked, “What if what I said isn’t true?”

“Well, legally speaking, you’d fall under the Sokovia Accords, like my daughter and this idiot here,” Hank said. Eddie was a bit offended on Scott’s behalf at the idiot comment. “If that alien is still bonded to you, you’d count as an enhanced individual, and if you were going out fighting crime and whatnot on your own, you’d be in direct violation of the Accords.”

“That’s fair. The Accords were put into place with the intention of protecting the general public, even if the first draft was rushed and had lots of loopholes that could be exploited. The current version is more sound and willing to work with the individuals who work under it. But it also requires that anyone who signs the Accords be drafted as an official Avengers member, which, y’know, some people might want to help, but they might not want to be in the spotlight like that, and just stick to what they’re doing.” This, Eddie could do. He was a reporter, after all; he’d covered the story of the original Accords, and the little ‘civil war’ that had followed it. He’d read the documents when they first came out, even if he’d had to have Anne explain the finer points and legalese to him back then. And then with Venom, he’d read the newest draft.

It wasn’t a bad thing, certainly, but they had agreed that they didn’t want to be part of the Avengers. They weren’t cut out for big-time heroics like that, and such a spotlight would make their occasional diet of humans even harder to hide, or justify.

But. Scott had proven he was willing to overlook that stuff after Eddie and Vee had explained that it was an essential part of their diet, their survival. And these people were still involved with ironing out the Accords, and could probably put in a good word on their behalf if they were nice and cooperated. But that was a risk they weren’t sure they were willing to take, at least not yet.

Janet interrupted their thoughts. “That’s why we’re working with Tony and the Accords Panel to add more amendments for people like that. We are also trying to include people who maybe go a bit too far with their vigilantism, who have killed to protect others. Right now the Accords Panel doesn’t think those types of people should be allowed unless they change completely, stop killing altogether, but even the original Avengers members had killed – look at the Black Widow and Hawkeye, for example. They both had impressive kill counts working for SHIELD, and the Widow, at least, has continued to use lethal force since joining the Avengers.”

“She’s an outlier though, Jan, we talked about that,” Hank cut in. “She’s a Russian assassin-“

“What does her being Russian have to do with anything, Hank, don’t let old grudges cloud your judgment we’ve talked about this-“

“Anyway,” Hope said, rolling her eyes at her parents, “The earlier you join, the more … uh, forgiving the Accords Panel will be about any … less than savory things you may or may not have done while trying to protect the planet, the town, your loved ones, or just yourself.”

“That’s still assuming I have the alien, though,” Eddie pointed out, trying not to laugh. Venom was snickering in the back of his mind, swirling around his body, and very much enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

Scott was looking between everyone with nervous eyes. Hank was just staring at Eddie with a kind of blank expression of disbelief; Janet was smiling conspiratorially; and Hope rolled her eyes with a huff. “Yeah, of course.”

“When you assume you make an ass out of you and me,” Scott blurted, and that, at least, earned a chuckle from Hank.

“Scott,” Hope started, but Eddie cut her off.

“Well, look, I’d love to continue this chat, but I actually have stuff to do for my job, so…”

“Yeah, man, let me show you out,” Scott said, clapping Eddie on the back and steering him toward the door. “Sorry about them,” he said in a lower, quieter tone. “I didn’t say anything but they can put two and two together and they can also be super persistent.”

“It’s fine,” Eddie said, even though it didn’t really feel fine. “It was probably going to happen sooner or later anyway. Talk to you later, man.” And Eddie and Venom made their escape.

--

It was another few weeks until Eddie and Venom saw Hope van Dyne again. They hadn’t forgotten about the conversation with her and her family, per say, just… been sufficiently distracted to let it fall to the wayside.

But having Scott walk in with Hope at the end of a day of babysitting Cassie was, well. Unexpected, to say the least. Venom, who had been providing helpful commentary to Cassie as she colored and was wearing no less than 3 flower crowns, made an attempt to duck back into Eddie before being spotted, but it was too little too late.

Hope, for her part, just leveled an unimpressed and expectant stare at Eddie, who just grinned sheepishly back. Scott, bless his innocent self, took one look at both of them and then ignored them in favor of flopping onto the floor next to Cassie and admiring her drawings. Cassie just tossed one of the dropped flower crowns at Eddie and giggled when it landed on his shoulder.

“We, uh, I… can explain?” Eddie said. Scott just shook his head.

“No you can’t.”

“Yeah no I probably can’t.”

“To be fair, I knew from the minute Scott started slipping up that something was amiss,” Hope said, “but you acting a bit weird at Cassie’s party was what really gave it away.”

“So, uh, are you gonna arrest us or something, then? Cuz like, you probably… don’t wanna do that.”

“No, you’re fine,” Hope said. “Although you probably don’t believe that, and I can understand why. But, look, if Scott trusts you, I’m willing to give you a chance.”

Everyone else blinked. “Really?” Scott asked, lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Aw, Hope! You’re the best!”

“And you’re adorable, Scott. Anyway,” Hope continued, turning back to face Eddie, “you and your alien friend or whatever should very much consider reading and signing these.” And with a flash, a huge stack of papers materialized – no, grew – in front of them.

“The freaking Accords?” Eddie snorted. “Dude, I have read them-“

“I’m aware, it’s a legal thing, your ex is a lawyer so I’m sure you understand.”

Eddie made a disgruntled sound. “We really don’t want to be an Avenger,” he said finally.

“Aw, but you guys are a hero!” Cassie piped up, finally tuning back in to the adult conversation. Eddie flashed her a grateful smile, and because they adore Cassie, Venom poked a small head out from Eddie’s shoulder to give her a toothy grin.

Scott gave them an encouraging thumbs up from next to Cassie, and even Hope looked – bemused, perhaps, at all of this. But, still. “We have, uh. Y’know.”

“Eaten people? Yeah, you’re the new local cryptid,” Hope said. “But as has been said, plenty of the Avengers have killed for one reason or another. Whatever, people will deal with it. Also, if you do sign, it’s not like you’re going to be required to move back to NYC or anything – look at Scott and myself, we’re still here.”

“Yeah but they probably will make him go out for an orientation or initiation or whatever they called it,” Scott piped up.

Eddie, Vee said into Eddie’s brain, we know we are reluctant, but also… we should give it a try. We could be better than ever! And we can meet many other superheroes too, get more friends. Eat them if they try to hurt us.

Eddie sighed. “We’ll think about it and get back to you, okay? That’s all I can promise right now.”

---

It wasn’t even a week before Eddie was giving Hope and Scott their signed copy of the Accords.

[thepokyone]

Superwholock Extravaganza: Sam Edition

Gif not mine

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff

Words: 4680

A/N: So part 2 of the Superwholock extravaganza is here! Which will now be spread over fourish days, since I simply don’t have the time to write more than one of these uber long fics per day. Next up: Eleventh Doctor!

Episode 2: Touch of Stone

“Please tell me we’re almost there,” You groaned from where you were sprawled in the back seat of the Impala.

“Should be about another hour,” Dean said from the front seat. “Why, do you gotta pee or something?”

“What? No,” You said, rolling your eyes. “No offense, but I am tired of seeing the inside of this car.”

Dean huffed, seemingly taking offense anyways, and Sam sighed. “We’ve been driving for over a day, Dean. In her defense, I’m tired of seeing the inside of the Impala too.”

“Of course, you’d rush to Y/N’s defense,” Dean grumbled. “After all, I’m only your brother.”

Sighing, you stared out the window. “We’ve been in this car too long.”

“Agreed,” Sam said. “I want to sleep in a real bed.”

“I want to know why the hell Bobby has us going all the way to Minnesota,” Dean said, glancing over at Sam.

“He didn’t give any sort of explanation?” You asked. “I thought you said -”

“I said he didn’t give us any sort of clear explanation,” Dean said. “All he said was that there was some sort of infestation, and that he called in a few favors.”

“Which means…” Sam trailed, “what, exactly?”

“I’ll let you know when I find out,” The eldest Winchester snorted. “He just said to be at some abandoned warehouse tomorrow by eleven.”

“A.M., right?” You clarified. “It better be eleven A.M.”

“Yes,” Dean confirmed. “Eleven in the morning.”

Sam wrinkled his brow. “That’s it? Did he tell you who he called for favors?”

“Nope, just to be expecting them. Says we can’t miss ‘em,” Dean said with a shrug. “Whatever the hell that means.”

“Yeah, well, at any rate,” You said, leaning against the window, “I’m going to try and catch a nap. Wake me when we get there.”

“Sure thing,” Sam said, flashing you a thumbs up and a smile before you closed your eyes to try and get some rest.

“No, Bobby, I’m asking why I’m in Minnesota and who exactly it is that you have sent to help us!” Dean exclaimed angrily, pacing angrily back and forth in the room the three of you had rented. You and Sam exchanged glances. Obviously, Dean wasn’t getting very far in his attempt to wring information out of Bobby, who wasn’t usually this tight-lipped about things. Whatever Bobby had said must have irritated Dean further, since he gave a vicious scowl. “What do you mean we won’t understand? Bobby, we deal with angels and demons as a job, I think we’ll understand. No - no, don’t patronize me! You hold back information and we could get killed out there!”

“So this call seems to be going well,” You muttered to Sam, who had laid down on the bed beside you, pulling you on to his chest.

You could feel his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Dean will figure it out. Whatever Bobby is hiding, it must be important.”

“- just don’t understand why you’re being so difficult!” Dean was ranting. “Wha - what’s that supposed to mean, not deadly? Bobby, I swear if you tell me we’ve come up here for a damn rat infestation, I’m going to set Crowley on your ass! No, it doesn’t matter that we’re not on the best of terms, I’m sure he’d be happy to do it for fun!”

“Should we…” You said, gesturing towards Dean.

“Nah,” Sam said. “He can handle it. Besides, I don’t want to piss him off more, do you?”

“Definitely not,” You agreed. “Worse comes to worst, we go in blind. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Very true,” He hummed. “What should we do in the meantime? Sleep or food?”

“What, the great Sam Winchester doesn’t want to do some research?” You teased him.

“Please, I’m too tired for that,” He said with a smile.

You nestled into his chest. “Sleep it is.”

“I wonder if we did something to piss Bobby off,” Dean mused, the three of you leaned against the Impala. It was the following morning, the three of you arriving at the warehouse an hour before you were supposed to be there. You had taken a peek inside, but the only thing you saw were creepy statues, so you quickly decided against exploring for the moment.

“We’ve gone on a hunt with less, Dean,” Sam said reasonably from where he stood, an arm draped protectively around your shoulders. “Besides, I did some searching earlier and found a little information, so we’re not going in completely unprepared.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. “Apparently, people disappear around this place a lot. Though why they’re hanging around such a creepy warehouse is beyond me.”

“Yeah, those angel statues are disturbing, feels like they’re staring at you,” Sam said.

Dean scoffed. “Please, you’re all just jumpy. I can’t believe Bobby didn’t tell us who he sent, at any rate.”

“Probably just some other hunters,” You reasoned. “What else would he mean by specialists?”

Sam gave a slight snort. “Who knows, it’s Bobby.”

“Fair point,” You said, checking your watch. “It’s almost eleven, and there’s no sign of anyone.”

“Well, you know how hunters are,” Dean said with a huff. “Always late.”

You gave an amused half-laugh, eyes spotting a car coming down the road towards you. “We’ve got company.”

Dean checked his weapon, making sure it was loaded and within easy reach, while you and Sam did the same. Sam gave you a concerned glance. “We have no idea what to expect here, so just stay close to me, okay?”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Sam,” You soothed him. “But if it makes you feel any better, than I will.”

He gave you a soft, relieved smile. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” You nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before redirecting your attention back on the car.

“It looks like two men,” Dean said, hand on his gun. “You sense anything fishy, and I mean anything -”

“Don’t worry, Dean,” You said. “We have done things like this before, in case you had forgotten.”

He shot you an annoyed look as the car slowed to a stop. There was a long moment before the car was turned off, the three of you warily facing Bobby’s unknown favors, watchful and uncertain. You noticed that Sam had nudged you slightly behind him, shielding your body with his. Then the men got out. The passenger came first, a shorter-than-average blond man, who was regarding you and the Winchesters with distrust. He said something to the driver, who kicked open his door and got out. He had a mop of dark hair and pale, sharp eyes that felt as if they were cutting you to your very core. To you, he seemed very familiar, as if you had seen him before.

“Bobby Singer sent us,” The tall one said, and the pieces suddenly fell into place.

“That’s Sherlock Holmes,” You murmured to Sam. “The British detective.”

“You don’t look like hunters,” Dean said bluntly.

“That’s because they’re not, Dean,” Sam said. “That’s Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective from Britain, and John Watson, who helps him with cases.”

“Well then why the hell did Bobby send you?” Dean asked.

Sherlock’s lips gave an odd half-quirk. “Well, I owed him a favor, and he sounded pretty desperate. Said there was some sort of -”

“Infestation,” You finished. “Yeah, we know. I’m Y/N, and these are the Winchesters.”

“Dean and…” John Watson trailed.

“Sam,” Your boyfriend provided. “Did Bobby not tell you anything either?”

“Nothing past there being an infestation,” Sherlock said. “I tried calling last night, but the line was busy.”

Sam snorted. “I think we know why. Did he tell you who the last person was?”

“He didn’t breath a word,” Sherlock said. “Now, I must ask what you meant by us not being ‘hunters’. Obviously, you did not mean that in the traditional sense of the word. The three of you evidently live out of your car there, and discount motels, from the state of your clothes.” The three of you glanced down at your clothes questioningly.

“Wait a minute, what’s wrong with our -” Dean was cut off before he could finish speaking.

“The three of you have no distinct accent, which indicates that you move around a lot, and it’s clear that Dean here has a maximum of a high-school education, and you two can’t have much more, which begs the question as to -” You never did get to hear the rest of Sherlock’s question, because at that moment a wheezing sound came from behind the Impala. The three of you spun around in time to see a what seemed to be a large blue telephone box appearing next to the Impala.

“Okay,” Dean said as the noise stopped. “What the hell?”

“I -” You started, then stopped. “Yeah, I got nothing.”

“Hello!” The head that popped out of the police box was nearly shot by you, Sam, and Dean, and the owner of said quickly withdrew. “I’d appreciate not being shot, thanks!”

“I take it this is the last person?” You said slowly.

“Bobby Singer sent me, if that makes any difference!” He called from the box. The five of you shared glances. “Can I come out now?”

“Alright, come on out,” Dean ordered. “Nice and slow. Hands first.”

“I’m not going to shoot you!” The man exclaimed as he emerged, showing his hands. He was dressed oddly, wearing a tweed suit and red bowtie, along with a fez on his head. You decided not to ask. “I’m the Doctor, by the way! And you are…”

“Sherlock Holmes and John Watson,” Sherlock introduced first, nodding towards John.

“I’m Dean Winchester,” Dean said. “This is my brother Sam, and that’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What a pleasure!” The Doctor enthused. You came to the conclusion that he was, indeed, a rather odd man. “Bobby never let me meet any of his friends. We met, oh, twenty years or so ago - for him, anyways - when he was on a hunt. He wouldn’t let me help, though. To think I didn’t even realize what was prowling around on this Earth of yours!”

“Care to explain the box?” You questioned, beyond confused at this point. Nothing the man was saying made any sense. You had half a mind to call Bobby, and force him to explain what was going on.

“Oh, yes, yes, right!” The Doctor said. “This is the TARDIS! It stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. It’s a time machine! Well, a time and space machine, though she doesn’t like to take me where I ask.”

“She?” You asked. You weren’t sure why the TARDIS being a she struck you as the most odd out of everything he had just said.

“Yes,” He said. “The TARDIS is a she! Speaking of she’s, where is Amy?”

“Amy?” John echoed faintly from behind you. “Do I even want to know who -”

“She’s my companion!” The Doctor said. “Oh, and Rory, of course, I’m sure they’re just off somewhere… kissing, I suppose.”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “Are you sure Bobby isn’t just pissed at one of us?”

“Fairly certain,” Sam murmured, giving a small huff of laughter.

“So you have a time machine,” Sherlock said. He was currently investigating around the TARDIS, no doubt searching for mirrors or the likes. “I suppose, since there’s no other way to explain something like that…”

“Yes, of course she’s a time machine,” The Doctor said, looking almost offended. “It’s not just smoke and mirrors, that’d be ridiculous.”

“Kind of like your clothes,” Dean quipped, moving on before the Doctor could respond. “So, where the hell did you even get such a thing? How do you know Bobby?”

“I’m a Time Lord,” The Doctor said, something distracting him since he leaned back into the TARDIS. Two people emerged - a feisty looking redhead, who you assumed was Amy, and her husband, Rory. “Oh, there you two are! Ponds, meet Sam, Dean, Y/N, Sherlock, and John! They’re the people that Bobby mentioned.”

“Yes, speaking of Bobby,” Dean said slowly. “I don’t know if I’ve asked yet, but how do you know Bobby?”

“Oh! Right! Yes, well I was investigating what I thought to be some alien activity -” Dean choked, but the Doctor ignored him, “- and I stumbled upon a young Bobby Singer, right in his prime! Turns out we were investigating the same thing, if you can believe it, and eventually I realized it was more his area, you know, werewolves and all, so when he denied my help I left him to it!”

“Werewolves?” Sherlock repeated. “Aliens? Are you all crazy, those things don’t exist!”

“Try telling that to good ol’ Luci, here,” Dean muttered sarcastically. Sam scowled, and you repressed a smile. “Look, man, we hunt werewolves, among other things, for a living. Compared to our lives, yours is absolutely mundane.”

“Okay,” John said slowly. “But… aliens?”

“Yes,” The Doctor said. “I’m an alien, at least to you, anyways. I’m what people call a Time Lord.”

“Don’t want to know,” You mumbled. “Don’t want to know.”

“You know what, I really don’t,” Dean said. “Want to know, I mean. Let’s just get down to business. Do any of you know why Bobby called us here?”

“No,” Sherlock said.

“Nope!” The Doctor said cheerfully, not looking bothered.

“Not a clue,” You provided, ignoring Dean’s look. “The most he told us was that there was some sort of infestation.”

“Do you think he would tell us, now that we’ve… figured things out?” Amy asked slowly. “I mean, he wouldn’t just call us together for nothing, would he?”

“Well, worth a shot,” Dean said, quickly dialing Bobby on his cell. He put it on speaker.

“I already told you, boy, that I can’t tell you anything until you’ve met with everyone!” Bobby exclaimed from over the phone.

“Everyone is already here, Bobby,” Dean said.

“Hello!” The Doctor yelled cheerfully.

“Sherlock too?” Bobby asked.

“That is what people mean when they say ‘everyone’, Billy,” Sherlock said.

“It’s Bobby,” Sam corrected. Sherlock didn’t look like he cared.

“You’re all here then. Good,” Bobby said. “Like I told you all already, there’s a bit of an infestation.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” You asked.

“This is a bit more up the Doctor’s alley, but I caught wind of many disappearances happening right around the warehouse your standing outside of. Rufus sent it up my way, said he couldn’t find anything.”

“And you’re sure it’s not just kidnapping?” Sherlock asked. “That does tend to be the leading cause of disappearances.”

“Yeah, I know that!” Bobby snapped. “So I went up and checked it out for myself. See, after I met the Doctor a couple decades back, I did some research on things that were more up his alley, so that I could send stuff like that his way when I found it. Backstory aside, I come up to that warehouse you all are parked outside of, and you know what I find?”

“No,” The Doctor said, looking excited. “What?”

“Weeping angels. The damn warehouse is chock-full of ‘em. While they usually stay generally inside that place, a couple have strayed out, causing the disappearances.” Bobby explained.

Sam raised his eyebrows. “And what are weeping angels? I’ve never heard of them.”

“They’re not like the angels you’re thinking of, boy. They’re not like Cas. They’re extraterrestrial in origin, and they send people back in time and feed on the energy produced from that. Almost worse than death, in a way.”

“I told you something was weird about those statues!” You exclaimed victoriously.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said gruffly. “So how do we get rid of them?”

“There are a couple ways,” The Doctor filled in for Bobby, taking over the explanation. “Mirrors, so that they’re staring at themselves, get them to all stare at each other, or destroy them to rubble, through an explosion or something. Here’s the thing, though: if any of you get zapped back, I can’t get back to you. So don’t get touched by them.”

“All we have to do is not touch them, then,” John said. “Seems easy enough.”

“No, you don’t understand,” The Doctor said. “They move when you’re not looking.”

“What?” You all asked together.

“They take up a form of stone when they’re being viewed, which is both their best protection and their greatest weakness. But the moment you look away, the moment you blink… they move. Astoundingly quickly. And that’s how they get you, especially since you’re not expecting it. After all, who expects a statue to move?”

“You’re saying that all those statues in there…” You said slowly, gesturing towards the warehouse. “Are all weeping angels. And if me, Sam, and Dean had got in there…”

“Now you’re getting it,” The Doctor said. “You would have disappeared without a trace, just like the others.”

“You sound like you’ve got a pretty good understanding of things, now,” Bobby said. “So I’ll leave you all to it.”

“Wait, Bobby -” Dean started, but Bobby had already hung up. “Great. So what do we do?”

Everyone stared expectantly at the Doctor. He blinked. “Well… how many are in there?”

“Take a look for yourself,” You said, nodding towards the warehouse. “There’s a couple windows you can see through over here.”

“So they know we’re here, then?” John said as you led everyone over to the windows you had found earlier.

“I guess,” You said. “But there’s a bunch of us, and as long as everyone is looking in a different direction, we should be able to keep them at bay. But that won’t last forever, so does anyone have any ideas?”

“Explosives?” Dean suggested.

“Or sledgehammers,” Sam said.

“What if we just boarded it up, blocked it off from everyone,” John asked.

Sherlock shook his head. “Have you even been listening, John? Sooner or later, the building will be torn down, and then Minnesota will have a bit of an angel problem.”

Sam let out a half-laugh. “We know a thing or two about angel problems. But not the weeping kind.”

“Right,” Sherlock said. “What if we brought in a wrecking ball? Take out most of them, have the rest of you out with sledgehammers to get rid of the survivors.”

“Where would we get a wrecking ball?” Rory asked. “If we went that way, I mean.”

“No idea,” The Doctor shrugged before gesturing towards you and the Winchesters. “They’re the Americans, ask them.”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know, steal one?”

“Great plan,” You said sarcastically. “Let’s just steal a wrecking ball and hope no one notices.”

“They asked!” He protested.

“That is a lot of angels,” The Doctor observed, and you thought you detected a certain amount of nervousness in his voice. “Can we revisit the explosives idea?”

Dean shot you and Sam smug grins, and the two of you punched him. He winced, rubbing his arm. “Well how much explosives would we need to get rid of all those angels?”

“A good question,” The Doctor said.

“Just ask Sherlock,” John said. “Sherlock?”

“Hmm…” The detective said, looking lost in thought.

“Guys, what if we -” But you never got to finish your question, because the world had dissolved around you.

You groaned, rubbing your head and pushing yourself to your feet. What happened? Where were you?

“Easy there,” A voice behind you said, causing you to jump and spin around, hand reaching for your gun. You relaxed when you saw it was nothing more than an elderly man. “You look like you took a nasty fall. Are you alright?”

“Yes,” You said. “If you don’t mind me asking, where am I?”

“Kansas,” The man said. “Laurence, Kansas, to be exact.”

“Laurence?” You asked, shocked. “And, uh, what day is it?”

“Tuesday,” He said.

“This is going to sound really weird,” You said, “but what year is it?”

“1974, my dear,” He said. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks,” You said, schooling your expression. “It’s all coming back to me now. Can you do one more thing for me?”

“Of course,” He said with a kind smile.

“Can you point me in the direction of the Campbell house?” You asked.

He pointed off down the road to your left. “Just down that road about a mile. You friends with them? They’re odd folk.”

“I’m their cousin, actually,” You said, thinking something up off the fly. “I just moved here from the city.”

“Wow, must have been some transition,” He said, sounding impressed.

“Yes…” You agreed. “Now, I really have to go, if you don’t mind. Thanks for all your help!”

“Of course, my dear,” He said. “Have a lovely night!”

“You too,” You said slowly, walking down the right towards the Campbell house. 1974, 1974, 1974, your brain kept saying. You realized a weeping angel must have gotten you, and you hoped that it hadn’t gotten anyone else. Sam… He would be devastated, if he wasn’t able to get you back. First Jess, then you - you were worried it might all turn out to be too much for him. “You can’t do anything about it now,” You muttered to yourself. “Once I find the Campbells, maybe they’ll be nice enough to take me in, if I’m lucky. Otherwise…”

Turns out, you were very lucky. As it happened, this was after Dean had traveled back in time, and a short explanation to Samuel cleared everything up. They welcomed you, albeit reluctantly, though it wasn’t long before you were going out on hunts with them. You had hoped that together along with Sherlock and the Doctor, the Winchesters would have been able to figure out a way to bring you back. But as the days ticked away into weeks, you were rapidly losing hope.

“Keep your chin up, kiddo,” Samuel said, pulling you out of your thoughts as he gave your shoulder a pat. “I’m sure they’ll be able to get you eventually. It’s only a matter of time.”

You sighed, staring listlessly at the floor. “I hope so. But what if -”

“Now, none of that,” He said sternly. “If you’re set on moping, I have some research that you can do instead. At least keep yourself occupied.”

“Alright,” You reluctantly agreed, heaving another sigh and standing to your feet. Following after him towards the library, leaned against the door frame. “What sort of thing should I be looking for?”

“I need you to find out all you can about the Benet house,” Samuel said. “So you may have to go to the library in the morning. Until then, find out what you can about djinn, I have a friend out in Kentucky who needs some information.”

“Sure,” You said, pulling out the appropriate books and setting them on the desk with a thump. You heard Samuel leave a few minutes, and was busy scrawling down information when he reappeared.

“Y/N? You’ve got a guest,” He said.

You glanced up. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. Is it Mary?”

“Nope,” He said, stepping aside to reveal Castiel.

“Cas!” You exclaimed, bolting out of your chair. You were so relieved to see him, you tackled the angel in a hug. He stiffened, patting you awkwardly. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“Evidently,” He said, gently pushing you away. “I’m glad I was able to find you.”

“Where have you been?” You demanded. “I’ve been stuck here for over a month! No offense, Samuel.”

“None taken,” Samuel said with a half-smile.

“Yes, well, the weeping angels have a similar effects on actual angels, too, it seems,” Castiel said. “It was hard to narrow down exactly where in time you were, I had to take my best guess. It’s taken three times to actually get a version of you that isn’t old.”

“I get old?” You asked. That, at the very least, was something you weren’t expecting. “As a hunter, I never thought…”

“Anyways,” Cas interrupted. “I’m here to take you back. With my help, the group was able to destroy the weeping angels. They are hardy creatures, I must admit. And they don’t particularly like me, though it may be because they cannot send me back in time like a normal human.”

“Fascinating,” You said, voice holding a tinge of sarcasm. “How long has it been for you guys?”

“Once I return you to the right place, it will have only been a few hours,” Castiel said. “So I am ready whenever you are.”

You nodded, glancing at Samuel. You stuck out your hand to him. “Thanks for all you’ve done for me, Samuel. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, kid,” He said gruffly. Surprisingly, he pulled you into a hug. “You’re a damn good hunter, and I’m gonna miss you. You’ve become like family. Be good to my grandson, huh?”

“Don’t worry, I will,” You said with a broad smile, stepping back. “Tell Deanna I said goodbye?”

“Of course,” Samuel said, giving you a nod. “Good luck, kid.”

“You too,” You said. Cas placed a hand on your shoulders, and your stomach gave a violent jerk as he took you back home.

“Y/N!” Sam exclaimed in relief as you and Cas appeared. The angel had taken you back outside the warehouse you had started out in - or what was left of it, anyways. Looked like they had decided to use explosives after all. The next thing you knew, Sam had engulfed you in his arms, nose buried in your hair. “You have no idea how worried I was. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You said, thankful to be back in his arms. You had missed Sam over the month you had spent with his grandfather. “It’s been a month for me. Cas said it was hard for him to locate me, something about the weeping angels.”

“What’s important is you’re back,” Dean said. “Where’d you get zapped to, anyways?”

“Laurence, Kansas, if you can believe it,” You said. “1974. I explained what happened to Samuel, and he took me in.”

“Our grandfather?” Dean asked in surprise. “Wow, I never would have guessed. You got lucky, then.”

“Very,” You agreed. “Living without the internet sucked, though. But other than that…”

Sam cut you off, kissing you earnestly and ignoring Dean’s disgusted protest. “Guys, really…” You gave him the finger behind Sam’s back.

“So glad that got sorted out!” The Doctor exclaimed cheerfully as the two of you broke apart. “Sorry I couldn’t of more help, the TARDIS can’t travel to certain points, it’s really quite bothersome…”

You gave him a look, and noticed that Sherlock wasn’t around. “Did Sherlock leave already?”

“Yeah, he left after the weeping angels were taken care of,” Dean said. “Apparently, an emergency came up back in Britain so he and John had to head back.”

“Ah,” You said. “Nobody else got zapped, then?”

“No,” Castiel said. “Just you. The one that touched you was destroyed before it could send anyone else back, which was fortunate. It would have been much harder trying to find two people, rather than just one.”

“Lucky us,” You said sarcastically. You felt Sam chuckle, as he had yet to release you from his protective embrace. “Say, I’m up for a good cheeseburger. Anyone else?”

“Agreed!” Dean said, pulling the Impala keys out of his pocket. “I know a place. Doctor, Cas, you coming?”

“I will pass, thanks,” Castiel said, lifting his hand in a wave before disappearing.

The Doctor also declined. “You know how it is, so much to see, so little time! Though if you ever need me, just call, I love a good adventure!”

“Sounds good,” Dean said, the three of you saying your farewells as the Doctor climbed into the TARDIS. It disappeared from sight several moments later, making an unhealthy-sounding wheeze along the way.

“Well that… was an experience,” You said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Dean agreed. “So… cheeseburgers?”

“Yes,” You said instantly, pulling away from Sam after giving his lips a peck and heading towards the Impala.

“Sure,” Sam said. “And, from now on, let’s leave aliens to the Doctor.”

You gave a snort. “Agreed.”

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Chapter 10: The Enclave

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Word count: 3500 Warnings: Profanity, gun violence

September 24th, 4:49 PM, Trinity Gate’s inhuman enclave

As Wiccan showed them, there is an underground tunnel from the conference room which leads directly to the enclave. But since there is nothing suspicious about their group, Wiccan decided to take a walk there on the surface. The enclave isn’t far away from the Heap of Ashes.

Kirlian vesseled into a small Transformer toy and let Whisper to carry him in her pocket. Despite the scare Kirlian caused her when they first met, they got used to each other rather quickly.

“Kirlian?” Whisper says while walking towards the enclave.

“Huh?” the Idean replies.

“The birth date on your ID says you are close to sixty years old,” the girl says. “Do Ideans age the same as humans? Are you… immortal?”

“No, Idean age is a rather complicated matter,” Kirlian replies. “We aren’t immortal, but we do live longer than humans, up to two hundred years. Then, our consciousness starts to scatter even when we’re vesseled and in the end, we fade away completely. If you wanted to convert my age into human age… I’d say I’m close to thirty. Fifty-seven is still considered young among Ideans.”

“I think Ideans are fascinating,” Whisper says.

“Trying to pick up a ghost boyfriend?” Parker heard the last sentence and decided to mock the girl a bit, but this time, there’s no apparent spite in his words.

Whisper returns him the favor. “Well, I’d always rather date Kirlian than you.”

“That hurts,” Parker grins.

After a short walk, they finally arrive to the walls of the inhuman enclave. The wall is white, slightly grayed because of the air pollution, with barbed wire and installed cameras on top. The logo of the fictional company, Luminance Haven, can be seen everywhere.

They approach one of the checkpoints - a large metal door embedded in the wall, guarded by four sentinels with assault rifles in hands. There is a small cubicle with an elderly man, tall and good-looking, sitting inside. When they arrive, he’s reading a book in a comfortable armchair.

“Pavel? Could you let us in?” Wiccan talks to the man through a hole in the glass, apparently bulletproof, which is supposed to protect the gatekeeper.

“Wiccan!” the man smiles. “Taking new recruits for a walk? Let me see their IDs.”

Everyone, Wiccan and Ophelia included, scans their ID using a scanner attached to the booth. Pavel is checking the computer screen, nodding slowly as the system recognizes the personal identification cards. Then, after everything is validated, the steel gate opens.

The guards let them pass, but Whisper still shivers at the sight of rifles in their hands. She has never been partial to firearms, not even in video games.

“I guess you haven’t even noticed,” Ophelia says, “but this was your second encounter with inhumans. For safety reasons, Pavel and all the other guards are Fexti. They look completely like humans, but their skin is impenetrable. That means also bulletproof.”

“And they are also strong as hell,” Wiccan adds.

The whole team looks over their shoulders to take another look at the guards, hoping to catch a glimpse of their non-human essence. But the gate is already closing again, so they don’t get the chance. For the first time in their lives, they enter the inhuman enclave.

They don’t really know what they expected, but the first sight is rather disappointing. The space behind the gate looks like a standard upper-middle-class housing estate. There are both family houses and high-rise blocks of flats towering above them. In the distance, something that looks like a shopping and entertainment district can be seen. Greenery grows everywhere, especially in a nearby park.

Parker scowls. “And… that’s it?”

“What did you expect?” Wiccan chuckles. “Did you expect them to live in some lousy ghetto? Or gothic mansions? I said they’re not humans, not that they’re not modern. Besides, when they get used to some high standards, they’re less likely to cause trouble.”

Whisper notices a faint fishy smell. She turns around… then screams and steps back. She sees a figure which appears humanoid, with two legs, two arms and a head, but the visible skin of the being is covered by shiny scales. The girl also notices webbed fingers. The head resembles a mix of a human and a frog, with wide mouth and bulging eyes. Two slits between them serve as a nose, but the creature also has gills on its neck.

And, the most bizarre of all, the being is wearing casual clothes - a T-shirt which seems made of some kind of neoprene and pants from the same material. She even notices a phone in one of the pockets.

The being eyeballs her for a moment, then points its finger at her. “Racist bitch,” it says with a croaky voice.

“Uhm… excuse me! I’m sorry!” Whisper apologizes. “Actually, I’m here for the first time, so I’m not used to seeing… fellows like you. It was a spontaneous reaction.”

The fishman glares at her for a little longer, then he is approached by a child version of himself. “Come on, dad, don’t waste time with these Pinks!”

“Sure, I’m going,” the adult fishman smiles at his son, then takes him by the hand and walks away.

“I’m sorry!” Whisper yells after him for the last time.

“Gillscaly,” Wiccan explains, trying to hold back laughter. “Usually harmless, they often run business. Let’s be honest, they’re quite into money. Some of the sub-races are venomous, but those are rare cases.”

“Gotta admit, that was fucking weird,” Parker mutters.

“And keep in mind we just entered,” Ophelia reminds him with a smile.

They walk deeper into the enclave, towards the commercial district. There they see much more inhumans. To their surprise, a lot of them look like humans to the point they couldn’t be told apart. Some of them have only minor oddities, such as differently shaped ears or claws on their fingers - this is usually accompanied by excessive body hair.

Then, there are… other beings. Whisper remembers the Mos Eisley cantina from Star Wars, a place where aliens of all possible shapes and sizes meet. Well, the enclave isn’t as extreme, but still, all four newcomers have a hard time getting used to all these different beings.

They meet several large goliaths whose skin seems to be made of stone and large tusks are protruding from their mouths. However, they seem surprisingly meek. One of them, wearing a suit, even greets Wiccan politely. The man returns the greeting.

Sienna gets creeped out by a pair of strange, ghost-like figures with thin limbs hovering above the ground. Their skin is ghastly white and they have no face, just an empty sphere on a thin neck. They’re wearing ethereal white dresses. After they pass the group, they fly away without saying a word.

Introducing all the inhumans would take too long - Whisper tries to count them and she finds out that before they arrived at the shopping district, they met about twenty different inhuman races. Also, she doesn’t know how many races are among those who look like humans.

None of them, even the most vicious-looking inhumans, does act hostile towards the group. They all seem to be civilized. Of course they are, Whisper thinks, otherwise they wouldn’t be allowed to live in such a nice neighborhood. But still, some of them are scary.

“And here we have the heart of the enclave,” Wiccan announces.

The commercial district is made to appear like a scientific complex from afar, to help the enclave maintain its cover. In fact, it’s a large shopping mall not different from the standard ones, except for several stores with goods which serve mysterious reasons.

The place isn’t crowded. The enclave’s population density is rather low - right, Wiccan said the inhumans are close to extinction. But there can still be seen families on a weekend shopping streak, inhumans of different races chatting with one another, often using strange languages.

“It’s kind of sad when you think about it,” Whisper says when they pass a Gillscaly laughing at something one of the tusked goliaths said. “Look at them. They have no trouble talking to each other even though one looks like a boar and the other one is basically a talking fish.”

“That’s not weird at all,” Wiccan says. “Ettins and Gillscalys cooperate rather often. It’s because…”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Whisper interrupts him. “If you just look around, there are dozens of different crea… uhm… beings of all shapes and sizes, and they can stand each other with ease. On the other hand, humans… they are able to hate each other to death because of different skin color.”

Parker rolls his eyes. “Great. Hippie girl giving a speech about racism. How insightful.”

“She is right, though,” Sienna supports the younger girl. “Imagine what would the alt-rights do with this guy,” she points at a human-like inhuman whose skin changes color to bright pink when he starts to laugh. Then she takes a nonchalant look at Parker. “And guess what? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were some kind of racist.”

The man shrugs. “When I was younger, I spent a few months with a skinhead gang until I realized how pointless it was. Now I can say I’m not racist since all races equally can kiss my ass.”

Wiccan chuckles at this statement and Ophelia scolds him with a look.

“That’s just the human nature,” Kirlian says. “They will never learn. Ideans have it easy - we don’t have a physical form, so we can’t be shallow even if we wanted. We always look for a mind, because mind is basically all we are. While you, narrow-minded humans, still fight over skin color.”

Whisper smirks. “Look, an Idean condemns racism while acting racist towards humans.”

Kirlian’s Transformer vessel squirms in the girl’s pocket. “That’s not racism, I’m just stating the facts. I support the theory Ideans are, in fact, the descendants of humans who transcended beyond their physical forms. That would mean Ideans are superior to humans.”

“Yep, that sounds like an Idean supremacist,” Gary remarks.

“Oh, shut up, all of you,” Kirlian sighs.

They continue further to the northwest. As they pass the luxurious heart of the enclave, the surroundings start to change. The clean, friendly neighborhoods give in to gray, dismal housing estates and sketchy buildings that apparently serve for questionable purposes. The streets also start to get less clean. In fact, there are several garbage cans overthrown on the street and several reptilian creatures about as big as a large dog with scrawny, bony limbs are feasting on its content.

“Is this how you imagined the enclave?” Wiccan says.

“It… doesn’t look nice,” Whisper peeps.

“Ya bet it’s not nice,” the man gives her a grim smile. “This part of the enclave is dubbed ‘the Pit’. The inhumans who are… less adaptable live there. And, most importantly, the Pit’s inhumans don’t have a healthy relationship with humans, the less with The Society’s Enforcers.”

“So something like inhuman Bronx?” Parker remarks.

Both Ophelia and Sienna give him a scolding look.

“I know you’d rather spend your days outside the Pit, but it’s kinda clear that the Enforcers have the most work there. Inhuman gangs, crime, violence, rebellious groups who want to escape the enclave and overthrow the humans. Just normal things, you’ll get used to it.”

“When this man starts using this casual tone, it’s never anything good,” Gary tells Whisper.

His predictions are proven to be right when Wiccan continues: “I guess a little field trip can never hurt. Don’t be scared, nothing can happen to you. It’s perfectly safe.”

“The famous last words,” Parker utters.

Outside the Pit, the new team members felt rather comfortable despite all the surreal creatures around them. The Pit itself is more or less empty, but the atmosphere is oppressive and the new Enforcers jump at the slightest sound like paranoiacs. Even though it’s full daylight, it doesn’t make the district any more welcoming.

Leaning against the wall, an inhuman in raggy clothes is sitting on the street with a bottle of liquor in his hands. He looks human, except for his veins which colored into venomous purple, creating a spiderweb-like pattern on his skin.

“Careful,” Wiccan says and walks as far away from the man as possible. “Drunk Volatiles are like a bomb with a short fuse… literally. He could explode if we touched him.”

Ophelia explains: “Volatiles got their name from the volatile substances that are in their bodies instead of standard body fluids. They change composition according to their mood, health and substances they used. It can turn into powerful acids and even explosive fluids.”

“Remind me to never shake hands with a Volatile,” Sienna utters.

“They usually wear thick gloves,” Wiccan replies. “But this one apparently doesn’t.”

All the inhumans they encounter look rather miserable. Most of them eyeball the team with unconcealed spite in their eyes. The four new recruits would love to turn around and leave this God-forsaken place, but they are aware they will have to get used to it if they want to work for The Society.

They approach a tumbledown building labeled as HERRING’S inhuman pub. The writings on the wooden door give away humans aren’t welcome there at all.

“This is where the trouble began,” Ophelia turns to Wiccan. “Poor Vlade. I miss him.”

“We all do,” Kirlian sighs. “I should have been sent to spy on these Fext thugs - Vlade infiltrating their ranks was a plan way too risky. If we realized it sooner…”

“Regrets are now useless,” Wiccan says. “They won’t bring Vlade back.”

Gary raises a question: “Who was Vlade?”

Before anyone of the former Team Menhir can answer, several dark shadows approach the team and surround them. “Shriekers - just what we needed,” Wiccan grumbles.

When the light shines at the crooked figures, it reveals they are basically tall, humanoid birds, each of them about as tall as Parker. Their bodies are covered by feathers in various colors and patterns, usually black, gray, brown or dark red. Their wings seem to be transformed into human-like arms ending with three bony talons and a thumb set against them, allowing the creatures to grasp things.

“Look what we have here, the Enforcers,” one of them croaks, circling the group. Their head resembles some kind of mix between a human and an owl, with short, yet menacing beak on their mouth instead of lips. The speaker eyeballs the new recruits with yellow bulging eyes of a bird of prey.

Whisper remembers a picture of a bird called potoo she found utterly creepy. These inhumans are similar, except that they look much more menacing. They are wearing leather clothing with punk-style accessories including chains around their necks and spiked bracelets.

“Good to see you, Ach-khran,” Wiccan replies, making a peculiar throaty sound when pronouncing the name. It seems that unlike Ideans, these bird creatures don’t adapt human names.

Ach-khran has a distinctive crest on his head made of black-and-red feathers. That probably makes him a leader of this gang. He strides towards Wiccan on thin bird legs. “I su-khh-ose those are new recruits you hired after the unfortunate de-khh-ise of you Fext friend,” the inhuman speaks.

The birdman talks with a strange accent because his beak limits his ability to speak. He’s not able to pronounce “b”, “p” and “m” at all since he has no lips and his “f” also sounds more like a hiss. He replaces missing phonemes with a throaty sound similar to the one in his name.

“Yes. This is their first time in the enclave,” Wiccan chats casually.

At that moment, Ach-khran pulls out a gun from a holster on his thigh. Several members of the gang follow his example. “In that case, khh-aybe it would khh-e khh-etter if we eli-khh-inated them khh-efore they turn into a khh-roblem,” he cackles. “What do you think?”

The team expected many things when they entered the Pit, but a gang of bird creatures dressed in punk clothing aiming guns at their heads was something beyond their imagination. Whisper shivers in fear, Parker keeps uttering curses. Sienna and Gary look dazed.

“I think that’s not necessary,” Wiccan tries to calm the situation down. “It wouldn’t be worth the trouble. Keep in mind you and your gang are already in our spotlight.”

“It will khh-e worth it,” Ach-khran cackles and points the gun’s muzzle at Whisper’s forehead. The girl squeals, tears appear in her eyes. The rest of the gang lets out a laugh. “The life here is much khh-etter without The Society poking their noses into our khh-usiness.”

“You know you can’t live without The Society’s protection,” Wiccan objects.

“Khh-ullshit!” the birdman shrieks, the crest on his head fluttering.

“Just gun the-khh down and get the fuck out of here,” one of the gang members said - judging from the voice and clothing, it’s a female. “We can bla-khh-e it on so-khh-eone else.”

The situation seems hopeless - Whisper is reconciling with the fact her first visit of the enclave will also be her last. But at least she managed to see something only a few chosen ones saw. The humankind’s biggest secret. It gives her cold comfort.

Suddenly, she hears a buzzing sound which grows on intensity with time. The flies which feasted on the nearby piles of garbage formed a large hive which attacks Ach-krhan. The birdman shrieks as the hive obscures his vision. He fires his weapon several times, but Whisper is already down on the ground.

The rest of the conflict happens way too fast.

Whisper hears a slight hiss giving away Kirlian has left his current vessel. A second later, they hear choking coming from the female Shrieker. Her scarf is tightened around her neck like a noose, cutting out the air supply. Kirlian must have vesseled into it.

Parker tackles a nearby Shrieker, then delivers a few crushing direct punches on his feathery face. The inhuman staggers backward and drops his gun.

This is Sienna’s chance. She quickly grabs the weapon and aims it at the fray, holding it with her both hands. “In the name of The Society, drop your weapons and give up, else I will shoot!” she shouts with a firm voice full of authority. One of the Shriekers tries to disobey - Sienna pulls the trigger and the bullet ends up in the inhuman’s shoulder. The injured birdman collapses on the ground and groans in pain.

Sienna pans the gun across the whole scene, causing some of the Shriekers to drop the guns and put their hands in the air. Some of them, including Ach-khran, show the remains of defiance, but Sienna’s tenacious glare combined with the gun aimed at their heads causes them to finally surrender.

“Okay, now take your friend to the hospital and get out of here,” Wiccan says. “You’re lucky that I don’t feel like arresting anyone today. But maybe if Sienna decides to…”

One of the bird creatures carries his injured, groaning comrade towards the heart of the enclave where a hospital is located. The rest quickly disperses.

The situation calms down. The sounds of gunfire attracted several rubberneckers, but they quickly leave again once they realize there is The Society involved.

Sienna’s voice sounded firm and powerful when she was intimidating the Shriekers, but now, her trembling hands give away she was more afraid than the inhumans. She takes several deep breaths and has to lean against a wall to keep standing, not minding her designer jacket getting dirty.

Wiccan encourages her by putting his hand on her shoulder. “That was something exceptional,” he claims. “It’s your first day in the service and you’re already playing it badass.”

“I was… I was so scared,” she moans. “I thought they’re gonna shoot me.”

“Now tell me, girl,” Wiccan looks her in the eyes. “Show me one person who wouldn’t be scared when facing a gang of weird creatures they’ve never seen before armed with guns? It’s important that you concealed your fear and managed to save the day.”

He takes a look at the rest of the team. Parker is examining a small, bleeding gash on his knuckles which probably hit the edge of the Shrieker’s beak. And Gary is trying to console Whisper who is kneeling on the ground completely petrified. Tears are streaming down her face and she seems to be hyperventilating.

“Whisper? Are you alright?” Ophelia asks her and offers her a hand which the girl accepts. She stands up, but she can barely stand on her wobbly knees.

“Y...yeah,” Whisper peeps. “I will be.”

Wiccan makes sure Kirlian is once again vesseled in the Transformer toy, then he grabs his niece around the shoulders and starts to walk towards the enclave’s heart. The rest of the team follows him - the new recruits got to know the situation in the Pit and they need some time to let it sink in.

Author’s Note

I wholeheartedly thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and if you did, please leave a comment, send me a message or share and let more people know about this story! You can also consider a small donation at www.paypal.me/lukassladky. Have a great day and stay tuned for the next chapter!

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27, gotta be 27! :P

I was really itching to write this one and I ended up having so much fun doing so!! I hope you like what I came up with, love!! Thanks for all the love! Right back at ya! *muah*

27.   “Stripping clearly wasn’t in the plan.”

Winter had once again settledin the small town of Riverdale, a dreadful wind twirling the dry autumn leaves underthe heavy grey sky. Betty liked the scenery; it was very Tarkovsky, thatmonochrome of nature. Bringing a knitted blanket more up her chin, Betty smiledto herself as she was sure her boyfriend of over a year would be very proud ofthe cinematic metaphor in her head and sighed in content as she continuedreading Anna Karenina for what seemed like the hundredth time. Whatever concentrationshe had previously though was now completely shuttered by the mere thought ofher hot boy and his promise to drop by later, Betty feeling her cheeks alreadyflushing at the things she already knew they were going to be doing once he’dclimb up her window, like another prince charming in search for his queen. Eventhough their night rendezvous were anything but chaste and purity laced at thispoint.

Betty expected him to be nakedat some point during the night. What she didn’t expect was her six feet tallboyfriend climbing up the wooden ladder perched against her window with justhis dark grey boxers and his color coordinated beanie, dripping wet from thetop of his covered head to the soles of his black converse.

“What the heck happened to you?!” Betty wondered in a high-pitched voiceand green eyes rounded in disbelief upon rushing to open the window sill,assisting him in bringing his lanky limbs awkwardly over the small benchattached to it. He replied with a full of irritation side glance, a “don’t evenask” shade on his blue eyes behind his also wet eyelids.

“I thought you were at a brodate with Archie?” she tilted her head in confusion, scanning his absurdappearance and suppressing her need to laugh at the comical sight of himdripping on her fluffy carpet, while protectively holding his laced hands athis front, over his manhood.

“I was.” He snarled, clearlynot in a mood to be tampered with, huffing at his damp raven locks that stuckagainst his forehead.

“And since when they strip younaked and spray you with water like a freaking Calvin Klein ad down at thearcade?” Betty scoffed amused, closing her arms over the Blue & Gold logothat was sprawled in bold letters at the front of her black t-shirt (Cooper – Jones Agency: Full murder search byday, full body search by night being printed at the back, a cheeky giftfrom Veronica to both of them at their one year anniversary), raising aneyebrow and really dying to hear his explanation.

“Stripping clearly wasn’t inthe plan.” He raised his eyebrows cleverly, a shiver running down hisspine, his body now aware of the cold temperature. “Can you please give me atowel?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” She mentallyscolded herself for not thinking about his wellbeing sooner, but could you blameher? Jughead Jones in such ridiculous state was truly a sight to see. As soonas she wrapped his shoulders in a fluffy, lime green towel, rubbing his armsover it with vigor to offer him some warmth and gaining a small thank you from theboy now sitting at the edge of her bed, story time began.

“Some of those hooligans fromthe Greendale Panthers ambushed us when we were leaving the arcade, restrained us,took us six miles out of town, stripped us naked and then showered us with twowater tanks. Not to mention that they left us to walk all the way back!” Jugheadlet her know in exasperation, Betty’s eyes widening in shook, as he took offhis beanie and ran the towel over his wet locks, grumpy and irritated.

“What?! Why?!” she asked incredulously,eyes examining him for any other sign of damage, now catching a faint rednesscreeping up around his eye and a small cut on his lower lip. “And what happenedto your face?” she gently turned his head by his chin for him to look at her,thump brushing over his wounded lip and making him flinch.

“I fought back of course!”Jughead narrowed his eyes in spite. “They are being a bunch of illiterate, violence-feedingbullies! Those are just pranks they play every time a game between them and usis about to take place.” He informed her in anger what he later had learned fromArchie on their walk of shame home.

“You are not even in the team.”Betty wrinkled her nose in confusion.

“Highly irrelevant.” Her boyfriendthrew in sarcasm, standing up to examine his face on her vanity mirror. “Ugh,this is gonna be a bitch to cover.” He groaned at the sight of the growing mauvebruise around his left eye. “Will you do your magic girl stuff?” he pleadedwith a look over his shoulder, not really wanting to appear like every other cockyjock next morning at school.

Betty sighed, shaking her headwith a faint, surprised smile, while walking to his side. “What else can I dosince my boyfriend is proving to be more of a fighter than a lover once again?”she teased him goodheartedly, seeing him roll his pretty eyes but cracking asmall smile at her words. “Maybe we should tell Sheriff Keller… or coachClayton.” She became serious, knitted eyebrows indicating that she was ready tofight against any kind of bullying and for anyone’s rights.

“Like this will matter.”Jughead scoffed at her idealistic good-girl ways. “This is bro world; it’s afucking zoo.” He colored the swear word with bitterness. “There’s a meaningbehind naming those teams after animals. Beast mode and male ego dominance andall that stuff. It really makes my blood boil in anger.” He huffed, fumingagain, messing his already disheveled locks just out of spite.

“Who are you and what have youdone to my boyfriend?!” Betty retorted incredulously, a clueless grimace ofconfusion adorning her pretty features. “I want back my Thomas Hardy not thisRocky Balboa.” She said in fake warning and disgust, rounding a finger over his ridiculous state that depicted his whole new persona.

Jughead licked his lips,trying to hide his cheeky smile. “I’ve told you before, Betts. I have layers.” Hereminded her with a wink, totally forgetting about his bruised eye andflinching instantly in pain, making Betty chuckle lightly at his dorkiness.

“Whatever.” She patted hischest in affection. “Just try not to get yourself between punches again,alright you tough guy?” she spoke to him like scolding a five year old formaking a watercolor mess on the floor. “I’m very fond of that face to see itbrushed every once in a while.” She grabbed his chin and shook his head lightlyfrom side to side, before closing his cheeks between her thump and her middlefinger and smooching his pushed out in a funny fishy way lips. “Grab your hidden shirtand sweatpants from the back of my underwear drawer and put something on before you catch pneumonia. I’ll get youa bag of frozen beans and something to clean this nasty cut, Robin Hood ofRiverdale.”

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