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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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opposites attract

pairing: steve rogers x villain!reader

summary: based off of the lyrics:

“you and i are two oceans apart

we're on earth to break each others hearts

in two, and it's hard

with you, when i'm too far

from you, i look at the stars,

do you?”

from ‘ferrari’ by the neighbourhood

warnings: injuries, sparring, mention of blood and bruises, angst, fluff, and banter

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i am a simple woman. i think of a hurt/comfort concept and am morally obligated to write it. (this is a repost from the other day so if you saw it before, no you didn’t)

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Thick, cushioned, cream colored walls. You supposed this was an upgrade from your last room, with its harsh and reflective steel. Every time you made an appearance here, it seemed there was a new, yet futile, attempt to keep you contained.

As you studied the pillowy surface, you drummed your fingers on the wooden table that your hands were currently strapped down to, and secretly hoped for your captor to rear his head, even if he was peeking through the double-sided mirror to your left.

Your mind proved itself to be a powerful thing, as the door ahead of you opened, and none other than Captain America stepped in, looking valiant and proud as ever.

“Good afternoon, Captain,” you greeted.

“Flux,” he said in a matter of faculty tone, nodding his head at you before pulling the chair in front of you aside and sitting down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” you asked, as if you hadn’t been tussling with him in the streets less than an hour ago.

“Y’know, just our biweekly catch up,” he shrugged, playing along.

“Can I suggest coffee for our next meeting?”

Steve scoffed, but you almost swore that if you squinted, you could see him blush. “Enough of that,” he mumbled before opening a yellow folder and turning it to face you. “You ready to tell me about him?” Steve asked, pointing to a printed photo of Brock Rumlow.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Captain,” you responded, looking up and batting your lashes at the man. This routine was like clockwork for you two. Fight a little, get yourself caught after a moment of weakness, and end up in an interrogation room.

“Don’t play dumb with me Flux,” he warned in a snarl, wrapping his fingers against your wrist and making you yelp. That was definitely going to leave a mark.

“Ouch, Captain. You’re being rough today, even for you.”

“I’m always rough with you,” he insisted, raising a brow as he loosened his hold on you.

“You’re being rougher than usual, that’s what I just said,” you furrowed your own brows at him. “Something on your mind?

“You’re stalling,” Steve stated while squinting at you.

“I would never do something like that, Cap,” you closed your eyes and visualized the outside of the building. “Does it have anything to do with those accords?”

You opened an eye quick enough to catch a glimpse of his jaw ticking, “I didn’t mean to strike a chord. Oh my gosh, ‘a chord’, accord. I really didn’t even mean to do that.”

You opened your other eye to get a clear view of him glaring at you. “Okay, sorry, I’ll be out of your hair in a moment,” you gave Steve a sly wink.

He stood up from the chair in a dramatic fashion, leaning down to get right in your face. “No. You won’t. Tell me everything you know about Rumlow.”

“Cap,” you pouted mockingly. “You’re not very good at this. Really makes a gal wonder why they keep sending you in to interrogate me, when you don’t seem to get much out of me.”

He grit his teeth while looking down at you, your eye contact both intense and passionate.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you began, looking away at a plain wall in an attempt to focus a bit more on leaving, “I genuinely know nothing about him.”

Steve gave you a humorless look, and your eyes naturally flitted back to him, “really,” he said drily.

“Really,” you confirmed. “We don’t really work in that whole chemical warfare field. Especially with a guy like Rumlow? He’s bad news. Did you really think that all ‘villains’,” you made air quotations on the table. “Know the intimate details of each other’s lives and plans?”

“Hmm,” Steve hummed aloud as he moved back, seemingly convinced.

“I was serious when I said that I’m leaving, though. You and I both have better things to do. But please tell Wanda that she did a good job for me, okay? I mean, civilian deaths are never pretty, but I genuinely would miss having you around.”

“I hate how you talk so much, but literally say nothing,” he huffed.

“I’m not gonna take that personal, ‘cause I know you don’t really mean that,” you sighed softly and looked away to visualize the outside of the building. “Hopefully the next time I see you won’t be UN sanctioned. Farewell, Captain.”

With those words, you were gone.

——

For the next few days of your life, you hadn’t stopped receiving an earful at the Brooklyn base. Mainly from your teammates, who seemed to never let things go, and were the nastiest gossips you’d ever met. Currently, rumor had it that Cecelia, your boss, was preparing to have a strong word with you.

You cracked your knuckles anxiously as you followed a teammate, Amelia, down into the sparring facility, as an attempt to calm your mind before whatever bad news was broken to you.

You passively listened to the TV in the corner of the room while wrapping your knuckles in preparation of getting your ass beat, and listened to the rapid fire reports from hours earlier in the day, but mainly tuned into the fight between the Avengers at the Leipzig airport.

“Have you heard?” Amelia questioned, tying up her lengthy hair as she sauntered onto the mat.

“No, tell me more,” you followed suit on the mat, rising onto the ball of your foot to the heel of your foot in an alternating rhythmic bounce.

“I guess some of it is that UN thing, but it’s probably because of the Winter Soldier,” Amelia bounced similarly to you before charging forward and throwing a left hook at you.

“No way! I thought that guy just disappeared after that S.H.I.E.L.D shit,” you dodged the swing, and went to knee her. “I swear, I asked Steve about it once.”

Amelia rolled her eyes at you, and caught your knee, pushing you down to the ground in the process. “You’re obsessed with him.”

“I think it’s mutual. And you said you’d go easy on me,” you whined, grabbing her extended hand and pulling yourself back up.

“You’re delusional, and that’s why Cec is pissed with you. In fact, Cecelia was so mad, that she couldn’t even form the words to tell you. At least, that’s what she told Naomi.”

“Why, though? It’s not like I haven’t been caught by him a million times already.”

“That’s the problem, though. What happens when they decide to send someone else in to talk to you? And they start waterboarding you, or some shit? All the sudden the Avengers know everything about us?”

“Well that wouldn’t happen, because I would leave,” you shrugged after blocking a few punches.

“I hope you’re getting all your aloof-ness out now, because Cecelia is not gonna put up with this attitude.”

You huffed, and marched over to get a sip of water, dramatically squirting it in your mouth before heading back to the sparring mat.

“Just let me enjoy this while I can, okay? I know how to protect myself,” you swung your fist in an uppercut, and Amelia maneuvered herself out of the way.

“Well, I was just reading something before this. Apparently your boy is a fugitive of the law now. It almost looks like your time is already up,” Amelia commented, delivering a stiff jab to you at the same time that you crouched.

Hearing this news, you froze up, and the punch landed right on your nose, an unsatisfying crack reverberating in your ears.

“Y/N, you alright?” She asked, approaching you as you reached a hand up assess the damage, and pulled away an extremely bloody hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled letting her lead you off of the mats and to the connected bathroom, so you could get a better look at yourself.

You were dizzy with pain, and you pressed your hand to your nose, willing it to heal. Though not your most frequently used ability, it certainly assisted some of the pain. You squeezed your face in a cringe as your bone rearranged itself.

“Is he in jail?” you asked, watching her face screw up in the mirror.

“You’re not really- you are a lost cause,” Amelia scoffed.

“You could be a little nicer to the person whose nose you just broke.”

“You’re fixing your own nose! You’re fine, okay?” she exasperatedly brought her palm up to her forehead. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Be ready to talk to Cecelia as soon as you leave this room. A word of advice? Don’t mention your work husband unless she mentions it first, okay?”

Amelia set a hand on your back and pat it, “good luck with her. If you need a sofa to crash on after this, my place is always free.”

You shook your head at yourself as she left, your own personal healing already fixing most of the damage. As you hopped into your own shower stall, you couldn’t help but question just how bad this confrontation was truly going to be.

——

You walked into Cecelia’s office after receiving a text message from her assistant, inviting you to meet with her.

You were handed a disposable cup filled with piping hot coffee as you entered, and Cecelia beckoned you to sit down in front of her. You obliged, nervously rubbing your hands on your pants as you sat.

“Y/N,” she began in a sigh, “what has gotten into you lately?”

“Nothing, just-“ the older woman put an open hand out, prompting you to stop.

“No, Y/N. You’ve let Rogers become your biggest blind spot. You let him catch you off guard and capture you nearly every single time you go out on the field! I’m starting to think that you want him to catch you.”

“What if I do?” you shrugged, feigning indifference.

“It’s not a ‘what if’ anymore, dear,” Cecelia took a deep breath. “Especially after what happened in San Francisco.”

“I- Cec, you told me that you wouldn’t bring up California anymore!” you huffed and shook your head. “It’s not even like it’s a problem. They haven’t once received intel from me,” you added.

“Something tells me that you won’t be having the same interrogator for a while at least. We were gonna take you out of the field before this whole Avengers fiasco, but I think it’s time for you to just take a break as a whole.”

“So you’re firing me?” you huffed, “great.”

“No, you are taking a break. We can get you set up in the Prague safe house, and everything.”

You weakly threw up your hands and looked away from Cecelia, not even being able to bear looking at her for the moment. What a great day you were having.

——

You sulked the whole way up to your apartment, and reached in your jacket’s pocket with sluggish speed. It was as if you couldn’t catch a break today, which was all you seemed to be able to think about while grabbing your key.

You looked up at the door, and noticed something slightly off. The door was just the slightest bit ajar, as if it was deliberately cracked for you to see. Someone was inside. Waiting for you. You held in your groan as you came to this conclusion.

You really couldn’t catch a break.

Despite your better judgement, you devised a quick plan in your mind. You could probably protect yourself, right? You closed your eyes in a blink, and imagined your kitchen. The plasticky tiles on the floor, the dent in your countertop from dropping a mug, the wooden cupboards that you’d quickly fallen in love with. The next moment, you were standing in your kitchen, right next to your silverware.

As quiet as you could possibly manage to be, you slipped your sharpest and largest knife from its home in a wooden block, and defensively in front of you. Creeping out of the kitchen and into your hallway, you examined area by area for any sign of intrusion, pointing your knife with every turn.

After finding nothing and no one, at the end of the hallway you turned, walking back down and stopping in front of your living room after noticing a few dark stains on your carpet.

You took a deep breath before walking into the open space, the pit in your stomach growing at the thought of what it was that you were about to find.

With a few timid steps, you found a shirtless Steve Rogers, sat on your couch, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut in pain as he released shallow breaths and attempted to apply pressure to a wound. With one look at him, you yelped and involuntarily found yourself back in the hallway outside of the room, your fear strong enough to force you into teleportation.

“Funny seeing you here,” Steve began, and you stalked back into the room, your steps slightly less fearful as you stepped over his discarded tactical gear.

“Steve?” You whispered, setting the knife on a random bookshelf before kneeling down on the floor next to him. You had a plethora of questions, but you couldn’t decide what was the most important. “I- Are… What happened?”

He shrugged weakly.

“Okay, well how badly are you hurt?” You questioned apprehensively.

“Pretty badly,” he responded.

You nodded slowly while you attempted to process the entire situation. You couldn’t tell if this was a scene from your wettest dream, or worst nightmare. “I’ll be right back,” you muttered, leaving the room to grab some water to help you speed up your healing process.

As you reentered your living room, you set down the bowl of water and squatted down next to Steve once again. Dipping your hands in the liquid, and placing them on an open head wound, you found it appropriate to question him.

“Steve,” you began, watching the forehead laceration quickly shrink into a small scar. “Why are you here?”

“I had nowhere else to go,” he put plainly.

“A hospital, maybe?” you added, pushing away the hand that was currently holding down a rather bloody wound on his upper arm, and exchanging it for your own.

“Something tells me that a hospital isn’t the best place for a guy of my legal status to be at right now,” he countered while you halted your attempt to reduce the size of the wound, cracking your stiff knuckles in preparation for the final push of closing the abrasion. “Besides, this isn’t the first time we’ve done something like this before. You remember S-“

“San Francisco. Right,” you cut Steve off, and brushed off the previous comment. “This is gonna hurt a little,” you warned. before setting your fingers down, and putting an obscene amount of pressure on the bicep wound.

Steve grit his teeth so hard that you swore you could hear it. His muscles clenched as you resumed your attempt to soothe the sore.

“Hey, look at me,” you used your free hand, and gently pushed his cheek so that he was looking at you. “If I distract you, it’ll hurt a lot less. Trust me.”

He seemed to agree with you, and took in a deep breath while the corner of his eye twitched.

“How did you even find my apartment?” you asked, using your pinky to tilt his chin up, and force his view away from the cut.

“It wasn’t that hard, I mean, we’ve been tracking you and that ‘financial firm’ you work in for years,” he spoke through clenched teeth.

“You sure it’s not because you like to keep a personal tab on me?”

“No! Why would I…?”

“Because if all the Avengers knew where me and my teammates reside, we’d all be locked up already.”

“Fine, maybe I pulled a few strings. It’s just because I think you’re the biggest threat to the general public.”

“Really? The woman with the least destructive powers of all of us, not the one with super strength? Or the one who could manipulate elements? Or even, I don’t know, the person leading us?” you chuckled a bit at the poor excuse.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, but you could clearly see the soft flush on his face.

“It’s okay, Steve. We all have our favorite coworkers.”

“We aren’t coworkers, though.”

“It seems like you’re gonna need all the allies that you can come across. Don’t get picky with me now,” you tutted, finalizing your work on his peck, and leaving behind a small, pink scar.

You let out a breath of exhaustion as you pulled your hand away, and pointlessly shook out your wrists.

“You alright?” Steve questioned, adjusting himself a bit on the sofa and grunting at the rather simple task.

“Fine. What else needs attention?”

He gestured to the light bruising on his ribs that only seemed to be getting darker by the moment.

“We should take a break first, though. You seem tired.”

“I told you that I’m perfectly fine,” you countered, setting one hand on your chest, and pointing a lazy finger at Steve, “you’re the one that needs a break.”

Steve grabbed your finger and gently pushed it down, “I don’t really, but maybe we should take a break.” He gave you a kind smile, and your heart fluttered. Even bartered and bloody, Steve managed to make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Well, any great Captain America plans to get yourself out of this mess?” you leaned against the sofa, and twisted your torso slightly so that you could get a good look at your visitor.

“Nope, not yet,” Steve pursed his lips slightly. “Any input from the lady who seems to get out of every rock and hard place she finds herself in?”

You snickered, and shook your head at this, “not at the moment. But you have me on speed dial, right? I can get back to you when I think of something,” you joked with a wink.

“I would laugh, but I’m honestly a little nervous that my lung might pop if I do.”

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you scooted away from him so you could be closer to the bowl of water once again. “Why did we take a break? You need urgent medical attention.”

“You needed a moment.”

You shook your head and frowned, catching the inside of your bottom lip between your teeth, “don’t do that again.”

You dunked both of your hands in the water, then turned back around and set your damp hands on the bruising on Steve’s ribs, closing your eyes in concentration as you addressed the damage.

Steve howled out in pain, making you flinch as a result. With the hand doing less work, you blindly pat around in a search for something to shove into his mouth and dampen the noises he was currently making. Eventually settling on a blanket, you shoved the fabric deep into his mouth.

“Sorry,” you uttered while the muted noise of his pain rang through your ears, “neighbors.”

The task wasn’t the easiest for you either, healing what seemed like such a large break or fracture following several other injuries was depleting your energy quickly. Your arms and hands trembled as you began to watch the splotchy yellow mark begin to blend into the rest of Steve’s skin, and you were becoming more and more light headed by the second.

Feeling somewhat satisfied with your work, you pulled your shaky hands away, and leaned away from Steve’s body before losing your balance, and falling back onto your plush floor.

Steve yanked the blanket from his mouth, sticking out his tongue for a second as he attempted to pull a spare string from his mouth. He sat up rapidly, and looked down at you with raised brows, and big, frightened eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked breathily, still exhausted from his own exertion, “you still with me?”

Your chest rose and fell slowly, and you were silent for a moment before responding, “I just need a minute.”

Steve relaxed back into the sofa with the knowledge that you were at least still conscious, and waited a few beats before he spoke again, “thanks,” was all that he managed to utter.

The two of you sat there in an extremely loud silence, the only other noise being your nearly synchronized panting.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you announced after what felt like hours on your floor. You slowly rose, and dragged yourself to the bathroom in your bedroom. Hitting the shower valve, then sitting atop your countertop you let the suite fill with steam, reflecting on your bizarre day, but most of all, your interaction with Steve.

You let yourself dwell on this while you stood in the shower, forehead pressed against the warm tile as you considered the implications of every word shared between the two of you, and how you’d let this tiny crush get so far ahead of you. Maybe it really was a good idea to take some time away from New York. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you failed to catch onto the sound of the floorboard that loudly creaked in your living room, or the soft click of your front door opening and closing.

Changing into some more comfortable clothing, you exited the bathroom, and ultimately your own room ready to offer up your shower to Steve, and possibly even talk about your feelings in a serious manner with him. Yet, by the time you arrived at the couch that had held him just a half hour ago, it was vacant. In fact, your whole apartment was vacant. You’d checked three whole times.

Ending your fruitless search on your balcony, you settled down into the single plastic beach chair that you kept outdoors, and draped the blanket from your sofa that had previously been in Steve’s mouth around your shoulders. The chill of the night air contributed to the sting of your eyes when they welled up, and you told yourself that it was silly to ever think that this, you and him, could ever happen in the first place.

Gazing up at the stars, you cursed yourself for being so naive. For letting yourself fall so fast, and so hard for someone you knew so out of reach. The stars seemed to mock you, in all of their billions of years of knowledge.

Yet, part of you was comforted by the knowledge that Steve could be viewing the same constellations as you.

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a/n: listen. i feel like these idiots have a lot of potential so if you want me to write any more of them i am totally down!

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #captain america x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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thetorturerwrites · 4 years ago

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Summary: Unblinking, unfocused, you stared at the metronome, losing track of what you were supposed to do. She liked the metronome, Dr. Howard, because it kept her patients calm when reliving their trauma. At least that’s what she told you.

It was your name that drew you back. Not your actual name — the one he’d given you. Your legal name. The one in all the papers.

A/N: This is not for the faint of heart. And do not come for me over this. Non-con/dub-con is a valid fantasy.

That being said, this should be considered a prequel to Get It Right and is for @findyourdarkness, who wanted more.

C/N: DEAD DOVE; graphic depictions of violence; Non-con/dub-con; Torture; Stockholm Syndrome; Kidnapping; References to Emesis/Vom; References to forced addiction; Blood and bits; Med/surg; LOOK YOU KNOW WHO I AM OK

All the way behind the cut....

Tick tock tick Tick tock tick

Unblinking, unfocused, you stared at the metronome, losing track of what you were supposed to do. She liked the metronome, Dr. Howard, because it kept her patients calm when reliving their trauma. At least that’s what she told you.

It was your name that drew you back. Not your actual name — the one he’d given you. Your legal name. The one in all the papers.

“He held you captive for three years,” she said, as though you didn’t know, down to the hour, how long he had you. “Are you ready to talk about what he did to you?”

The detective said they needed to know so they could make an accurate accounting in the file.

But how could you answer?

“The... the first year…”

... was all pain.

You didn’t come to his life willingly; he stole you from a happy home and a family that loved you. In the dead of night, he crept into your house, punched you so hard he fractured your jaw and broke your nose, and carried your limp body out with no one the wiser for it.

Your jaw was wired shut for weeks, which lent itself well to his design. The first few days, you shouted yourself dizzy, but all that came out was a muffled wheeze; and when you cried too hard, you choked on your own spit. The blockage at your broken nose kept you from breathing normally. Inside a week, you learned to not scream lest you asphyxiate from the effort.

Everything made you wretch — the smell of him, the smell of yourself, the water, the air, the plump head of his cock as it rubbed against your puffy, useless mouth.

Thinking you’d suicide your way out of this hell and deny him his newfound plaything, you plastered yourself to the corner of the dismal room, refusing food and water. Undeterred, he shoved an NG tube into your battered nose to scratch along the back of your throat. Force feeding you was something he thoroughly enjoyed, as was the waterboarding that inevitably followed to ensure hydration made it down your gullet.

That was the first time he fucked you. Drenched and bent over the very table he drowned you on, he wracked open your body and growled possessively at your pitiable screams. Your muted sobs only made him pound at you, claw at you, that much harder. On autopilot, your body made space for him, clenched tight around each violent shove of his dick, and fell headlong into something you tried to tell yourself was just a physical response.

Mangled as your face was, bruised and locked up tight, you could do nothing but swallow the bile, the half processed liquid diet, the snotty water your body tried to expel as you jerked and quaked through the unwelcome orgasm.

You told yourself it meant nothing.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?”

You screamed when he caught you trying to escape, having scraped your fingers bloody, trying to gouge the lock from the door. He dragged you down into the bowels of his house, throwing you into a pitch black cellar. He forced pins beneath your nails so you couldn’t use your fingers and set them with super glue.

“To keep you from pulling them loose,” he chided.

It was a gruesome manicure, and it set your teeth to grinding. Your fingers throbbed, and you could feel each individual pin. It drove you mad until you finally did rip one set of pins free, along with the entire nail. Your echoing screams only drove you further into a rage; and soon, there were no more pins. No more glue. No more nails.

Exhausted, you collapsed into a dirty heap in the corner.

Under his feet, beneath his very floor, you continually wailed and pleaded, shouted and begged, but he ignored you. For days, possibly weeks. He only came to see you nourished, which no longer included the NG tube, but instead a handful of supplements he forced you to swallow, washed down by a gallon of water and his sticky seed.

You were too filthy to be fucked, he told you.

Angered by his judgment, you spat at him. You rallied and railed that you were filthy because of him. He kept you in that hole with only a goddamn bucket and a worn mattress on the floor like a fucking animal.

Your outburst cost you the bucket and gained you a regular rotation of ORS, accompanied by his thick fingers buried in your cunt and his weighty palm pressing on your abdomen until you could no longer control your bladder. You wept each time he coaxed the golden liquid from you and fumed when he told you how much better he liked you when you behaved.

That became the first rule.

You asked his permission to urinate.

When you disobeyed and relieved yourself without asking, he shoved you face first into your own waste and belted you bloody. When you followed the rule, when you waited for him to arrive and told him of your need, you often got his fingers in your pussy, pumping and curling, sending you into a subdued, subtle orgasm until you pissed in his hand.

The alleviation of your discomfort was always so palpable. Punctuated with breathy, grateful moans, it stole your dignity. You hated that he wanted this ritual, but you hated more than you came to crave it. Each time, he pressed his lips to your temple and bore your sagging weight. He clucked and crooned that you could be such a good girl if you wanted.

He only had to slap you once before you licked his dirtied hand clean.

Complying with his demand earned you food, water you didn’t have to fear, and a clean mattress, but your basement cell was still frigid, and your bare legs and feet still froze. It was only when his harsh treatment and inhospitable accommodations made you ill that he relented. He carried you and your pneumonia up into the house proper and helped you through the first bath you could remember in what felt like months.

Too feverish to enjoy it properly, you cried into his shoulder, clinging to him as he washed your back. And though you knew it was madness, knew it was the sickness, you murmured thanks and fell asleep against his broad chest.

Tock tick tock Tock tick tock

Dr. Howard stared at you, mouth agape, for an uncomfortably long time. Unable to remain stoic, her face telegraphed every thought. She was horrified, plainly terrified, and, at the same time, amazed that you sat here in her office, telling her such awful things as though you made pleasant conversation.

“Do you, ah…” Her brow furrowed, and she fidgeted. “Do you need to take a break? Get a snack? Use the…”

You chewed the inside of your lip subtly as her thought trailed off. Use the facilities, your mind furnished. She couldn’t bring herself to ask you if you needed to pee, given what she’d learned. You debated telling her you couldn’t force yourself, no matter how hard you tried. Instead, you had to wait until need won out over volition.

“No, thank you.” You brushed an imaginary fuzzball off of your skirt hem and looked away, a flush creeping into your cheeks at the memory of his fingers inside you. “I’d rather do this all today, if possible.”

“Ah.” She nodded and scribbled something down. “Please, go on.”

Your gaze crawled over the books lining the wall behind her desk, reminding you of his library and the mountain of books he made you read to him. Your shoulders rose and fell on a sigh, the intake of breath no longer steadying as it had been then. It was simply function now.

“The second year was transformation. That’s what he called it.”

Satisfied that he broke you of any desire to flee, he started with your teeth. Uncommon, you made it to adulthood with all of your wisdom teeth, which he had removed to make more room in your mouth for his cock, to ensure they wouldn’t scrape at him when he forced himself into your throat, which he did every morning.

No longer banished to the basement, you slept tied to the foot of his bed. First, it was with heavy, scratchy coconut rope, and your mornings started with a roughshod swallow when he awoke. You knew better than to outright fight him, but you still leaned away, still shook your head no, and he punished you for it with a face fucking so brutal your lips split.

When you accepted his cock with no derision, no argument, you earned medication, a sedative for your night terrors or a pain pill for your discomfort. When you sucked his dick of your own will, without him holding you in place and rutting into your mouth like a savage, you earned a less coarse rope and a pillow upon which to sleep.

That became the second rule.

Knelt at the side of his bed, you worshiped his cock every morning, gulping down whatever he saw fit to give you that day, be it his cum, his piss, or a blend of both.

Next, it was your eyes. Nearsighted on the left and farsighted on the right, your prescription was so strong, he had been a blurry demon for a year without your glasses. And now that he no longer had to beat you senseless every day, that would not do.

“The devil is in the details,” he said, wanting you to remember every moment in vivid color.

You cried when you saw him clearly for the first time. Great, untamable sobs erupted from your chest because you didn’t understand how someone so beautiful could be so inhumane. Even without perfect vision, you knew he was tall, wide, and muscular. You knew his hair was dark and wavy. But you didn’t know the line of his nose was so poetic. Nor did you know that his lips quivered as he pondered.

It was only when you saw the details, just as he wanted, that you realized you knew him. You’d seen him. You remembered smiling at him in the shop every day. Putting together the puzzle, you realized he planned for this, for you.

Halfway through the year, when you were compliant, quiet, and addicted to the steady stream of pharmaceuticals he plied you with, there came a tracker in your throat and laryngeal chondroplasty to make the pitch of your voice more pleasing. You had a pretty voice, he told you, but your screams weren’t high enough. Your whimpers didn’t have that special something.

He tested it by withholding the medication he’d allowed you to become dependent upon. You scratched at the walls, shuddering and whining. You jerked against the iron collar keeping you within a foot of his bed. You pleaded with him for just one pill, just one of anything to make you feel better. You bartered with nothing and promised to do anything if he would chase away these tremors, these shakes and hallucinations.

Only when he wanted, no sooner, did he give you what you sought. Two little pills were all it took for you to brace yourself on hands and knees and whore yourself for him. That night, he fucked you hoarse. On the floor like a beast, he slapped and choked you while shoving his massive length all the way into your guts and prodding you to say what he wanted again and again and again.

And you did.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

That became the third rule.

You thanked him every time he fucked you, more so if he allowed you to orgasm.

You couldn’t remember when your breasts changed. You’d simply awoken one morning from a medicated fog to burning chest muscles and tits that sat higher, perkier than before. He liked to palm them as he made plans, to pluck and tug and roll the nipples until your ragged breathing lured him away from his blueprints.

He never allowed you any clothing, even when he set you to working in his home. He wanted to feel your hips, to dip his fingers into your sex when he caught you bent over to clean, to fuck you whenever the fancy struck him. He often kept you in his lap, either curled into his chest upon it or bent over it and strapped to his chair.

Finally, you underwent tubal ligation. He debated the pros and cons — though not actually with you — of it versus an outright hysterectomy for weeks. He didn’t trust the vasectomy he had and wanted to be sure. Children, he reminded you, were not part of his plan; and thus, they were no longer a possibility for your future.

After the last surgery, he put you through a detox program. Less harsh than the abrupt first round, he combated your withdrawals and illness by wringing a long string of orgasms from your overheated body. You slept through half of it; and when you weren't sleeping, he sent you into orbit with his lips, his fingers, his cock.

From then forward, he allowed you human food, even teaching you how to cook his favorite dishes, but he controlled your portions, your supplements, your hydration. And your exercise to stave off atrophy.

At the close of the year, after the false color had grown out and your long hair hung its natural hue, he told you that your transformation was complete. Your body was stronger, having run the gauntlet in his name, and you were healthier than you’d ever been.

Pressing your lips into a firm line, you looked away from Dr. Howard, diving into the memory as though it would warm you.

His fourth rule was that you ride his dick every night, slowly, languidly. He didn’t always cum when you did it, a fact that somehow sorely disappointed you, but he wanted to watch you stretch and writhe. He wanted to run his hands over the body he molded, to appreciate the effects of your metamorphosis.

At midnight of the third year, he gave you a new name.

You cried when he said it, when he repeated it again and again. Head tipped back, his hands everywhere, filled to the brim with his thick cock, fat tears spilled from the corners of your eyes because he said it with such tenderness, such possessiveness you felt branded by it.

He wasn’t wrong. You were a wholly different person — whether or not you wanted it.

“What was it? The new name?”

She asked on bated breath. She even leaned forward in her chair, engrossed as though your life, your ordeal, was a suspenseful movie or salacious novel. The look you gave her was charged with ire, a clap back on your features that needed no words.

Realizing she’d been caught, Dr. Howard slipped back into clinical professionalism and rifled through the file on her lap. She made a few notes, which you believed were little more than doodles and simply a way to regain some ground she’d lost.

“When did you learn he was hurting people?”

“June of the 3rd year.”

She looked at you incredulously, taking off her glasses to huff slightly. “He’d killed 6 people by then. What were you doing?”

“Training.”

Your education into his extra-curricular activities began the day he called your new name, and you looked up automatically. It took time. You rarely realized he was even speaking to you until he threw a book at your head or kicked the chair out from beneath you. To punctuate the conditioning, he buried his face between your thighs at least twice a day, but he wouldn’t let you cum until you repeated it to his satisfaction.

“My name is… my name is… my name is…”

Much the way sheltered children are bought private educations, he arranged for you to have tutors in subjects he deemed fit. You studied anatomy, infrastructure, and chemistry. You learned to speak Italian, Dutch, Farsi, and a handful of other languages. Some more than others, but all to the point you could get by. He demanded you slog through massive texts on physiology, engineering, even rudimentary architecture.

For a month, he hired a dominatrix to teach you about knots, rope, and bondage. You tied yourself to chairs and columns, learned how to wiggle out of what most people thought were secure bindings, and made quick-and-dirty cuffs and gags from a single length of clothesline rope. Every lesson ended with you in a hogtie and him balls deep inside you some way or another.

Masseurs came to teach you about pressure points and fascia. Nurses gave you lessons on starting an IV, administering fluids, and creating an arterial tap. You learned jiu jitsu and how best to break bones, how to perform a choke hold properly, and the quickest way to subdue someone twice your size.

He hosted dinner parties at which his guests, doctors and lawyers, discussed Mozart, politics, and hypothetical ways to disarticulate a human body, to eliminate evidence of a crime, to elude the supposed authorities just by being patient. Don’t make rash decisions, they said. Stay calm; don’t deviate from your plan.

“Why did you not try to escape?” One red brow piqued over Dr. Howard’s eye, and she continued. “It is arguable that you were well qualified to fight your way to freedom. Why didn’t you?”

You looked towards the window. This was the thing she wanted to know more than anything. Yes, she wanted the gory details of his crimes for the records, and she wanted to know how you made it through all that time alive. But she really wanted to know why you weren’t chained to a radiator, emaciated, or addicted to heroin. The way she expected. She especially wanted to know why you didn’t run.

“If I had a suitable answer for that, I doubt I’d be here, Dr. Howard.”

Two and a half years into your captivity, his ownership was complete. You not only obeyed without hesitation; you often anticipated his demands, and you routinely left his home for errands without the compulsion to flee. Now when he beat you, it was because he wanted to see you suffer rather than needing to re-educate or punish you. When he took away your food or your bed, it was to sate his sadism. Instead of waterboarding you in the basement like a hostage, he plunged your face into ice-cold bath water while he fucked you from behind in ornate hotel rooms around the world.

It wasn’t that you were too afraid to escape. He eviscerated everything that made you you. To where you knew you’d never fit into the life, the family, you had before. It was this revelation, this acceptance that planted the seed that would become his trust.

He believed you would never leave. To say you didn’t believe the same would be a lie.

His seventh victim instituted your fifth rule.

Your information, your input, was accurate; or you paid the consequence.

He nearly lost her because the information you gave him on the tunnel system was outdated. The city filled in some tunnels with concrete to keep the streets above from collapsing, but that information hadn’t made it onto the schematics you found online. You didn’t know he needed the information to kidnap someone, but that was the night you learned it was him leaving women stitched up and bloody in abandoned churches.

The only kindness he showed you was that he did not carve at your sides the way he did with them. But he used the same coarse black thread. He sliced off chunks of your skin and rubbed the same jagged salt into your wounds. And he sewed your flesh to itself to pay back the trouble you’d caused.

All before he dragged you to the edge of his bench, yanked your head back to hang over it, and forced his cock directly into your throat. He gripped your neck as he watched himself slide in and out; and right before he climaxed, he tore at the dreadful stitches with his bare hands so he could cut off your screams with the throb of his dick and gag you on his cum.

After that, your research was tireless, your intel unshakable.

“Did you ever help him kidnap or hurt someone?”

You met her assessing stare, certain that the true reason you were here was because the law, the victim families, needed someone to blame. Everyone knew it was him, but some rookie hotshot was too excited to get his load off, and the guy they came to arrest ended up in the morgue. You were the only link to him, the only potential prosecutable person. Despite the fact you were, in the most basic sense of the word, a victim, too.

“I gave him the information he asked me for.” You nodded, giving her this admission because it was true. What you told him directly led to the suffering of others. “But I did not take part in any of his crimes beyond that.”

She must have believed you because the interview wrapped up within 30 minutes of that confession. It isn’t uncommon, she told you, for victims to develop Stockholm Syndrome, but your case was particularly severe, and the bond was particularly strong because of it. She would give her report to the detectives, and she scheduled you for another appointment in a few days.

“It will take a lot of work, but you can come back from this.”

Feigning a brief smile, you left, threw the appointment card into the street, and ducked into the nearest taxi. This life, this ‘real’ life, felt foreign, muddled. The car felt too small; the hotel felt too empty. Everything you knew from the last three years was ripped violently from you, and the rest of the world expected that you would pick right up where you left off and carry on.

Inside your room, you dropped your things to the floor. The key clattered, and your bag tipped over haphazardly. Trivial things. Without turning on the light, you dramatically tore off your clothes and, blessedly free from all of that fucking fabric, pondered all the things you didn’t tell Dr. Howard.

You didn’t tell her you hadn’t seen your family since they had found you, or that you didn’t want to. You didn’t tell her you couldn’t stand to wear clothes when you were in whatever semblance of home you had. He kept you naked for so long, always ready for him, that it felt sacrilegious to hide behind them.

Passing by the full-length mirror, you gazed at your reflection, tracing your outline in the glass. When she asked why you refused a rape kit, you hadn’t shared how he’d cemented his ownership of you with tattoos, the kind nobody else knew about. Tattoos he could see in the dark. Absently, you ran your fingers along the UV ink marking your sternum, admiring the soft glow it lent you. His molded clay. His masterpiece.

You barely heard it, your name whispered.

It was so soft; you didn’t think it was real. Sobs jumped up into your throat, and you covered your mouth to keep them quiet. You pressed your forehead against the mirror, trying desperately to keep your mourning on the inside of your skin.

Again it came, louder, surer.

Your tears, your breath, your heart stopped. You whipped your head around to look over one shoulder to the black mass occupying the darkest corner of the pre-fab room. The little desk light switched on, casting that corner, and its person, into a soft glow.

You flew to him, leaping over the bed and shoving the ottoman out of the way. You vibrated, barely managing to not throw yourself into his arms. You only touched him when he allowed it, but the effort to obey in this moment was colossal and brutal.

“You…” Your voice wavered. You lifted bewildered eyes to his, pushing your hands into your hair to keep from reaching for him. “You’re here.”

“On your knees, pet.” The barest hint of a smile tugged the corner of his mouth up.

It was all the permission you needed. You hit the floor with a thud and pressed your face between his thick thighs. You ran your hands up his sides and fought the urge to tear his clothes to pieces. You slid loose the expensive belt with its silver buckle and tugged pants and underwear out of the way. Your heart rate kicked up higher and higher. Your mouth watered.

When his growing girth sprang free, you kissed the little dip where it met his body, nuzzling your mouth and cheeks there elatedly. Frantic for the velvet feel of his skin, you enveloped his dick with your mouth on a soft whimper. You mouthed and licked and nipped until he was fully erect, straining red and purple.

His ragged breathing drew your focus, searing this minute, and the way he looked, into your mind forever. Flushed, dotted with beads of sweat, lips parted and panting, he was everything you dreamed about these desolate weeks and more. Beyond that, he missed you. You saw it in his face.

Wasting no time, you curled your tongue around the head of his dick and slid onto it, humming at the weight on your tongue. Slicking up his length, you vaulted into a quick pace, bobbing up and down hurriedly. You needed to taste him, to feel the twitch right before he poured into your mouth. His soft groan at your tight, insistent lips had your eyes upon him, which earned you another heavenly purr of approval. He allowed you to worship, to lathe him with your tongue and bathe him with your spit.

But then, he didn’t.

Wide hands wrapped entirely around your skull, and broad hips surged forward to lodge his cock as far into your face, and down into your throat, as physically possible. Where you’d have fought him before, you now groaned. Your body tightened, lengthened, moistened.

Your desire for his meanness was grotesque, carefully curated and expertly executed.

“Did you tell them? Hm?”

He pulled you off of his dick so fast you sputtered. Sticky ropes of spit connected you to him, and you struggled to think. He didn’t give you any time to answer before he bucked forward and sunk back in. You gagged around him. Your tongue jumped and tried to curl up, but he occupied every centimeter of your stretched mouth.

“Did you fucking tell them?”

At the next reprieve, as you sucked down air miserably, you shook your head as best you could against the tangle of his fingers at the back of your skull. You blinked hard to make the two of him combine to one.

“Th-they didn’t ask me that.” You fought to steady your heaving chest, to calm the thunderous beat of your heart. “They think you’re dead.” You bit at your swelling lower lip and tried to hide the falter of your voice. “I thought you died.”

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

Every muscle clenched. You wanted to obey, but you also needed something in this moment. You couldn’t put words to it, but you crumpled, both hands slamming against the floor. You keened, louder than you expected, because the war inside you was too great.

“Please.” You wept, reaching out to clutch at the toe of his shoe. “It’s… it’s been weeks. I need…”

Your dick. Your hands. Your belt. Make me see stars. Make me bleed and scream and burn. Drown me. Bite me. Hit me. Crush me underfoot. Anything so you’ll see me.

The me you made.

“Stand up.” His fingers dug bruises into the soft flesh under your arm and hoisted you up. “Fast.”

He spun you and lifted you onto your toes. You clawed at your own thighs for a bit of leverage, but he held you exactly where he wanted with his incredible strength. With not even a hint of caring, he lined the fat head of his dick up with your opening and slammed all the way home in one vicious thrust.

Valiantly, you didn’t scream. You shook and swallowed hot tears, but you didn’t scream. You remembered the rule, though, and the words tumbled from your mouth louder than you intended.

“Thank you. Fucking Christ, thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

He gripped half of your face in his right hand, shutting you up with a growl and making himself an effective handle. He dug fingers into your soft belly and rammed into you, painfully filling you, driving you mindless. The flutter of his breath at your ear, the sexy grunt against your shoulder, the bite at your throat, all of it coalesced to send you reeling.

“We have fucking work to do.” He groaned into the side of your neck, his thrusts unrelenting but stuttering. “And you’re begging to be fucked like a common whore.”

You squirmed at the lewd squelches coming from your flooded cunt and whined against his palm. You knew you’d pay for it later, for making him wait with your idiot feelings, but even the thought of that lit you up, fire under your flesh. Another gush of molten slick perfumed the air as you imagined him carving you up again or tying you to the bedpost and beating you to sleep.

Cursing, he wrapped both hands around your hips, and threw himself into you recklessly. You plastered both of your hands where his had been to dampen the shrieks you couldn’t possibly keep down. You knew better than to cum without his permission, but he hadn’t even given you leave to beg. Still, your body tightened, and your cunt contracted, dangerously close.

“Say it, pet.” His voice was choppy, split by labored breaths. He was going to spill into your sloppy pussy any second, and you flew, leaving your body until he gouged trenches into your back with his uneven nails. “Fucking say it.”

An otherworldly calm settled over you, slipping you further away from whatever the normal world was and into this mania with him. It was delirious, abhorrent, obscene.

He made you his own pet monster, blood hungry, wanton, and vulgar.

“My name is Eos.” Somehow, your breathy voice was stable. “And I belong to Kylo Ren.”

#kylo ren #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #kylo x reader #DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT #not sorry

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clumsyracconking · 4 years ago

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A villain

Ch.5 (1403 words)

Same warnings. A friend I have said this was hard to read so I’m separating it all different now. Yeah enjoy.

Tag: @keigo-a-gogo @magical-girl-04 @imacowboy3

Once the two had settled into a grove Dab and Hawks got along well, they kind of had to considering they were living in the same one bedroom apartment. Hawks didn’t know this before but the league, or more specifically Dabi owned a club, the two of them would often go out whenever they could get Toga to leave them be. Some nights Hawks and Dabi were more than friends, to put it bluntly they fucked. If they weren't at the club or in their little shared apartment they would usually be out exploring, Hawks didn’t like killing in the night he felt it unfair. Some nights though the two would just stay up talking, and others Hawks would fly them up to the roof they first met on and they would just sit there. The two had become domestic in a sort of feral way, they dyed their hair on the same days, and even divided the house chores, Dabi was even teaching Hawks how to cook. But all good things come to an end. One night when they were out at the club Dabi left to go use the bathroom and just like that Hawks was taken.

It had been months, Dabi put all his anger into his plots to kill his father and running his club, Dabi had just figured Hawks had had enough of him and decided to leave, but that was the farthest from the truth he could get.

“I won’t say jack shit about them and you know that, you’ve been at this for months!” Hawks yelled at the hero that had been sent in for him today, he assumed he was in a basement.

“Well you know what time it is then.” Someone said, it sounded like Endeavour and honestly Hawks wouldn't be surprised if it was him, it wasn’t above Enji to hold someone in his basement and torture them.

“Yayyyyyy, time for my water!” Hawks said, he had gone insane even more so than he had been before this was how he was coping. After having been waterboarded and not spilling about the L.o.V for the day the hero who he still assumed to be Endeavour left, but a few hours later he heard a voice.

“The hell is going on here?” The youngest Toderoki whispered barely loud enough for Hawks to hear.

“Oh another one!” Hawks said almost with giddy excitement.

“Oh my God, Hawks!” Shoto whispered again, almost like he was afraid to raise his voice. As Todoroki rushed over to undo the restraints holding Hawks to the chair he had been in on and off for months he noticed the water from earlier all over the ground.

“Thanks for that buddy, but I think this is my queue to head on out.” Hawks said hacking up a lung, all that water hadn’t done him well and now that he was standing up and moving he could really feel it.

“Yeah, no that’s not happening. You can’t fly like that.” Haks knew the youngest Todoroki was right, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

“How long have you even been here?” Shoto asked the winged hero who had been missing from the hero world for around a year at this point.

“Fuck, that’s a great question. Ummm my rough estimate is around 4 months.” Hawks responded, Shoto could only wonder what Hawks had been doing when he disappeared from the hero world but that didn’t matter. No one should be treated like this.

“God I’m hungry, y’all got any food?” The fuck is wrong with this guy Shoto wondered.

“You can’t just stay here, he’ll know.” Hawks knew the boy was right but he felt like shit.

“Where do I go then?” Hawks asked the half copy of his old friend.

“Well dear old dad has some apartments around the city, you could stay in one of those.” Shoto suggested to Hawks with an alarmingly calm tone, almost as if he’d done this before. Once Shoto had somehow gotten Hawks out of the house and to the apartment, Hawks hacking up water the whole time, after getting Hawks to the well stocked bathroom Shoto decided to go make a meal, his father always had nice food in the extra homes he owned. While Shoto did that unbeknownst to him Hawks was reverting back to old habits, popping all the pain killers he knew wouldn't kill him plus a few, water to the lungs hurt like hell and Hawks was tired he wanted sleep. So that’s what he did, he went to go lay down in a bed unlike his last apartment where he had shared the only bed with Dabi, there were at least 4 beds in this apartment and no one to lay with. He missed his patch work friend, he missed the warmth of laying next to someone. In the morning Hawks was kinda bummed he woke up at all (mood), after he had accepted he was still alive he decided to sit up. Boy was that a huge mistake, it was the first time in months he had really layed down and his body was not having it.

“How sad, Alexa, play Despacito.” He said laying back down, getting up just wasn’t in the cards for the day. Alas at some point late in the day he did get up, almost puking on the ground in the process barely making it to the toilet. He really hoped his old friend had tortured him correctly and he didn’t have any brain damage, cause that would be pretty shitty. As the week passed Shoto came to check on him whenever he could sneak out of the UA dorms, Hawks is lucky Shoto decided to visit his childhood home when he did because without him he’d probably be much worse off right now. After a few months Hawks decided it was time for him to go, though he still felt like shit, he needed to see Dabi. It only took an hour to get to the club Dabi owned from where Hawks had been staying, he ended up leaving a note because he knew Shoto would rightfully so try to stop him.

Once Hawks got to the club it was around 10 pm and starting to fill up as it always did. After having been there for a bit he felt a needle go into his neck.

“Dabi says to meet him on the roof bird boy.” Hawks knew that voice anywhere, it was Toga.

“What the fuck Toga, what did you just put in me?” Toga was slightly annoyed, he disappeared over 5 months ago and now he comes back.

“It’s poison, boss man’s orders. Sorry birdy, though I would hurry up getting to the roof you'll probably black out soon.” Boss man? Hawks had so many questions to ask but he had to hurry up before the poison took effect. Exiting the club and flying up to the roof didn’t take long at all, once he had landed on the roof he found Dabi sitting there cigarette in hand.

“So poison, really. And why did Toga call you boss man?” Dabi was utterly pissed.

“You're not allowed to ask questions, You left!” Dabi said, his eyes widening in anger like they usually do whenever he’s about to kill someone who puts up to much of a fight.

“So where'd you go.” Dabi said not really asking but demanding, he needed to know what happened he felt like he’d suffocate if he didn’t.

“Well glad to see you as well. To answer the ‘where did you go’ question. I might've gotten kidnapped and tortured for a while. The little Todoroki kid found me and housed me for like 2 months, and now I’m here. Is that enough information for me to be given an antidote now.” Hawks said rather calmly, truth be told he expected much worse from Dabi, poison was just the tip of the iceberg and he knew that. Dabi decided to indulge in his curiosity, walking over to Hawks and sticking him in the neck with the antidote.

“So, boss man. Now that we’re not about to kill me can we have a conversation?”

Hawks wasn't mad about being poisoned but he wasn't entirely happy, he did know where they were coming from and why though, they thought he ran back to his old hero life.

#the prompts finally showed up #mha hawks #dabi #my writing #tw swearing #mha

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scripttorture · 5 years ago

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Torture in Fiction: The Umbrella Academy: Episode 1-6

I tried to start this saying I was only going to review episode 2 which has a prominent torture scene. Several hours later I am… significantly closer to the end of the series. So I thought I may as well include what I’ve watched.

The Umbrella Academy is a Netflix original series based on an independent comic book. With great acting, excellent music and a cast of deeply flawed characters it was (I understand) quite a hit.

I’m enjoying it a lot more then I thought I would. It’s violent but it’s also ridiculous in a way few stories but superhero comics tend to commit to. There’s a 60 year old man stuck in the body of a thirteen year old after travelling to an apocalyptic future and being in a thirty year relationship with a mannequin. And I just- I love comics.

This series feels very much like a superhero comic book on screen. With all the good and the bad that goes with that concept.

But I’m not here to tell you what I think of the superhero genre and it’s relationship with violence. I’m rating the depiction and use of torture, not the series itself. I’m trying to take into account realism (regardless of fantasy or sci fi elements), presence of any apologist arguments, stereotypes and the narrative treatment of victims and torturers.

Umbrella Academy is the story about a group of very damaged people with super powers. Adopted as babies (born in extraordinary circumstances) by a millionaire ‘adventurer’ six of the Hargreeve children were raised to be superheroes. The seventh, apparently without powers, was isolated in a world of talking chimps, robots and extraordinary abilities.

The story starts with Reginald Hargreeve’s death and the five surviving children (including one who’d been living on the moon, apparently for years) meet for the funeral. In the course of this ‘Five’, teleports back from the future.

While the story overall focuses on the way an emotionally abusive and neglectful upbringing effects all of the major characters I’m going to be focusing on the clear instances of torture in and solitary confinement in some of the episodes.

Both Luther and Five are subjected to extreme solitary confinement. Luther is isolated on the moon for four years, Five is isolated as the last person alive for several decades.

Five stops up in a donut shop late at night and sits next to a tow truck driver. They have a brief conversation and the driver leaves. An armed gang then attacks Five. He kills them and two more people (Cha-Cha and Hzael) are sent after him, apparently by the same organisation.

Believing they’re looking for a man in his 50s they go after the tow driver. They torture him and while they eventually believe that he isn’t Five, they continue to torture him to get information on Five. The driver tells them everything that happened the night before.

Later Cha-Cha and Hazel mount a raid on the Hargreeves estate looking for Five. They don’t find him but they manage to capture his brother Klaus.

Klaus is an addict (what he takes is not explicitly defined) and talks to dead people. The two are linked throughout the story with the heavy implication that Klaus avoids sobriety in order to escape his powers.

Klaus is tied to a chair for about a day and a half. He’s beaten, strangled and ‘waterboarded’. (Cha-Cha calls it waterboarding but didn’t actually carry it out properly. I’ve assumed that was for the safety of the actors).

Klaus escapes and shows no mobility problems after being cut off the chair. He then spends several months in 1968 (as you do). On his return his mental health problems seem to be no worse then they were before he was tortured.

I’m giving it 0/10

The Good

The actual forms of torture shown in The Umbrella Academy are reasonably realistic. They’re not always accurate to the time period or place, but when time travel is involved I’m willing to let that slide. The electrical torture shown, with a battery and bulldog clips, could be taken directly from Alleg’s accounts of his experience at the hands of French troops in Algeria. The stress positions and strangulation are shown realistically. And while the waterboarding isn’t shown realistically I think it was done this way to protect the actor and allow him to breathe.

The Bad

I’ve covered solitary confinement before. The estimated safe period for most people is about a week. While both Luther and Five has a strong sense of purpose during their confinement (and this seems to be a protective factor) that wouldn’t help a lot when they’re confined for such an unrealistically long period. At four years Luther should be a complete mental and physical wreck. At several decades including puberty, Five shouldn’t be able to interact normally with people and should be more obviously mentally ill then Klaus. Both of them are shown without symptoms and this downplays the damage of torture that’s routinely depicted as harmless.

Umbrella Academy shows torture ‘working’ with victims giving up accurate information if only you know how to hurt them. This isn’t true. Torture can’t result in accurate information. This kind of misinformation encourages torture in real life.

Klaus’ response to torture is to thank his torturers for inflicted pain with the strong implication that he’s enjoying being tortured. It’s implied that he’s turned on by pain so ‘can’t’ be traumatised or hurt by torture. This is ridiculous and insulting to both the BDSM community and torture survivors. BDSM practitioners don’t stop feeling pain and they aren’t immune to trauma. There is a world of difference between a consensual and non-consensual encounter. Personally I think this kind of portrayal is akin to suggesting that victims can’t be raped because they’ve previous enjoyed sex. It’s unacceptable.

Klaus is held in a stress position for at least a day. This is a survivable time frame but on release he should have significant mobility issues and should have needed help escaping. Instead he’s perfectly capable of making his way out with a heavy time-travel device. He can walk and move his arms freely. This completely ignores that the way he was held is torturous.

Neither Cha-Cha nor Hazel show any of the mental health problems typical of torturers. They’re portrayed as competent and able to investigate effectively, even though they torture. Torturers are not good investigators and torture consistently undermines effective investigation. Realistically a character can be one or the other, not both.

Cha-Cha and Hazel are also depicted as good fighters and generally skilled. In reality torture produces a deskilling effect in torturers, they get worse at what they do.

Cha-Cha and Hazel are shown as obedient to their superiors, only targetting people who have information or are ordered as targets. This isn’t how torturers operate. They disobey orders, ignore superiors and target a wide array of people who usually have nothing to do with anything the torturers are supposed to investigate.

No one in the series so far has shown any long standing mental health problems as a result of torture or isolation.

No one has shown any memory problems as a result of torture or isolation.

The end result is that the series suggests torture doesn’t have any long term effects at all.

Overall

I think this series really highlights something I’ve been saying a lot on the blog: It’s very easy to find realistic depictions of how torture is carried out and it’s very hard to find realistic depictions of the effect it has on people.

These episodes, and I suspect (from what I’ve seen) the series more generally handles torture terribly. It’s unrealistic and it’s parroting a lot of tropes that either excuse torture or belittle survivors.

That didn’t get in the way of me enjoying the series outside of these scenes. There are a lot of great characters and character moments.

But none of that excuses this senseless repetition of torture apologia.

For a series that works so hard to highlight the effect of childhood emotional abuse it downplays the effects of physical abuse at every turn.

It uses torture as a short cut in the plot. It portrays torturers as smart and restrained badasses.

It basically does virtually everything I advise writers not to do.

And this comes about simply by repeating the same old genre tropes without bothering to look up the subjects involved.

There are other ways to have your bad guys find out the information they need to know. There are other ways to establish them as terrible people.

There are realistic ways to show people resisting torture, which don’t diminish the pain they suffered.

I think what I want to stress most of all is that this apologia is unnecessary. It doesn’t add anything to the story. The fun stuff, the super heroics, the ridiculous time travel escapades and carefully choreographed fight scenes can all happen without apologia as the background noise.

For once- I’m not really mad. I’m disappointed. That these tropes creep into genre after genre, put down roots and keep coming back up. The mainstay of this story wouldn’t be any different if they took out torture or even used it in a more realistic way.

Five’s isolation in an apocalyptic wasteland doesn’t last. He’s picked up by an agency of time travellers and offered a job. This could have happened more quickly, especially since the time he spends alone and the time he spends with the agency are both poorly defined.

Luther’s trip to the moon functions to build a wall between him and his siblings. And again, that could have happened in a much shorter time frame.

Cha-Cha and Hazel could have just interviewed the tow truck driver for their information. They’re shown conducting successful interviews later.

Klaus’ resistance could have been framed as natural and there are several points in his dialogue already that could have supported that. The story could have used the fact that Klaus genuinely does not know where Five is.

In the end The Umbrella Academy’s use of torture is a waste of narrative space. None of these torture scenes are essential to the plot and every single one of them is handled badly.

It’s an example of a narrative that wasn’t prepared to commit to showing the consequences of torture.

We can all do better.

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ghoulishboyhummel · 6 years ago

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unexpected visit || aaron & kurt

WHO: Aaron Hummel and Kurt Hummel ( @gleedalekurt )

WHEN: Tuesday, January 22nd

WHERE: Riverdale Police Department

TRIGGERS: None (at least I think)

@ghoulishboyhummel is in bold, @gleedalekurt is in italics

Jail was not fun. He knew it wouldn't be, since the whole point was to keep criminals, but Aaron didn't imagine he'd be so bored here. He already made his one call with Xander, tried to avoid any sight of Burt, and was mostly just waiting for when someone would tell him his release date. The sight of coiffed hair made goosebumps appear on his skin, though he was already convincing himself it was just a dream from being guilty about why he's here in the first place. It couldn't be Kurt.

Kurt had swung by the police station. His dad had come home found him battered and was not impressed and so, once again he was on house/station arrest. He'd refused to name names but, being at the station, a name on some paperwork caught his eye 'Aaron Hummel'. He checked no one was looking before he shuffle hastily down to the holding cells, "What the actual fuck Aaron? Caught dealing drugs or something?"

Fuck. It was Kurt. Just the person he didn’t want to see. But Aaron couldn’t help but laugh a little at his question, but it also meant he’d have to explain why he’s here and that was not going to be a fun conversation. “If only. I’d probably be out already.” He pushed some hair out of his face before continuing, “No I’m here on some assault charges.” Maybe that would be enough to satisfy Kurt and get him to walk away.

Kurt raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "You assaulted someone? Please for the fucking love of god, redeem yourself and tell me it was Xander? You gave him a few bruises to match these fuckers?" and he gestured to his face as he stepped into the light. He was wearing a tight fitting jumper with a long neck so that his small cut on his throat was concealed.

Of course it wasn’t enough for him, and Aaron couldn’t even bring himself to look at Kurt once he stepped into the light. Because if he looked then he’d be facing his stupid mistake, and it would only reinforce his idea that he belonged to stay in this cell. “Being charged for your bruises, actually. I’ve been here since last night.”

Kurt's mouth dropped open, why the hell was Aaron arrested for this? He scoffed and shook his head, "Are you really that much of a fucking idiot?" he asked, anger lacing his voice, "Or did Xander make you do this?". He took a deep breath and pulled his jumper neck down and his hem up, "You really think that Dad thinks you, of all people, are capable of doing this? That they won't ask me to confirm it was you?"

Aaron finally looked at Kurt hearing his angry tone, he seems to be called a lot of things for this jail idea. "No, Xander didn't make me do this. I called him earlier and he said it was stupid." He shrugged at the other comment, "After my Ghoulie shit? Dad is fully capable of thinking it's me. As for asking to confirm it was me, I wasn't really thinking of that when I called them." It was stupid, of course they're going to ask if it was him. "But why not? My story is pretty solid, you can just say I did it. No harm in that." He didn't know why he was insisting to stay here, he hated it. But he did want think he deserved it.

"Something me and and Xander can agree on, this is stupid". He dropped his shirt and shook his head, "That bastard waterboarded me Aaron. I won't let you take the rap for that. Do you really think I want people to know I was tortured by my own brother? You as much of a nutcase as he is if you do". Kurt was angry and Kurt was mad but he didn't want this to come down on Aaron, "I'm going to tell Dad it wasn't you. I am not telling him it was Xander".

“Honestly if you just go along with it then it’s a flawless plan.” Aaron shrugged again as Kurt continued speaking, “I’m sure Dad would rather keep this as low profile as possible so people won’t know at all. Just let me take the fall for this.” And at Kurt’s final comment he shook his head, he couldn’t let this fall though, “Don’t. Maybe you can say that you weren’t sure who attacked you, or just say nothing. At least for a couple of days, I know you hate me right now but please give me that.”

Kurt huffed out and shook his head, "What don't you understand Aaron? The fact that, considering you turned your back on me I still would not see go to jail. You told Xander to go ahead and hit me, but I bet you didn't tell him to do what he did". He closed his eyes, not wanting Aaron to see how weak he was, "Whether you like it or not, you are a Hummel and no one would believe you would do this. I am not covering for Xander and if you don't accept that, then I'll just tell the police exactly who it was".

“Of course I didn’t tell him what to do, I would never have told him to waterboard you.” He laughed, although there was an edge to it. “I’m a pretty shitty Hummel, Kurt, I’m sure you can find some people that believe I did this.” Aaron got up this time, walking closer to the bars, “Please don’t tell them. I need this, I need to be here.” He hated this, he wanted to reach out and help Kurt but he couldn’t. It was his fault he was injured.

Kurt shook his head once more, "I said no. I am not going to tell dad you did this. Ask me once more, I tell everyone it was Xander". He wasn't messing about, he was not going to see Aaron go to jail for assault, "I swear to god, if you do not stop, I'll tell everyone. I know people will say I deserved it but i'll call him out"

“Okay, okay. Don’t tell them it was me, but please just let me sit here for a couple of days.” At the slightest sign that tears were starting to form in Aaron’s eyes he backed away from the bars and sat back down. “I’m really sorry he did that to you, if I figured out how to get some fucking control over my emotions then this wouldn’t have happened.” He gripped his pant leg tightly, trying to hold back tears until he left.

Kurt nodded, "Aaron, I thought Xander was going to kill me. I thought he was going to drown me. He deserves to go to jail but I know what he's like, what the Ghoulies are like and he'll just come back for me". He sighed, "Aaron, I'm going to go upstairs and tell them to release you but you can't come and pretend to be my brother when you did what you did".

Aaron didn’t speak again until Kurt was done, not saying that Xander wouldn’t go after him, and he shook his head at Kurt’s last statement. “Kurt, please. Can you at least give me until Friday? If I’m not out then you can tell them that it wasn’t me and I’ll never bother you again.” He ran his fingers through his hair again, “I won’t bother you anymore anyway if that’s what you want. I just...let me stay here longer.”

Kurt shook his head once more, "I warned you if you asked me again, I would tell someone so, when I leave here, I'll be telling Dave exactly who did this". He took a deep breath and bit his lip, looking to the ground, "You are brother Aaron and I'm so angry at what you did but, in time, I'll see you again. For now, I don't think I can even look at you without wanting to punch you".

Okay. Dave he can possibly handle. Maybe he’d be too pissed that Kurt got hurt because of him and would just let him stay here. “Fine.” Aaron nodded at his words, he would have wanted to punch himself too. Well, he does want to punch himself. “I get it. I fucked up really badly so, when you want to see me I’ll be there, even if you just want to see me so you can punch me, I’ll be there.” Aaron would probably do just about anything for Kurt to forgive him or at least see him again.

Kurt started to walk away as he listened to Aarons word, "You can tell Xander, when you get out of here, that he might have gotten away with it this time because I'll tell Dave to leave it but, he tries anything like this again, I'll make sure he rots in prison" and he turned on his heel and walked away.

Aaron didn’t respond and instead just watched him leave, letting out a sigh once he left and finally letting the tears that have been in his eyes to fall silently. This wasn’t going to help the guilt washing he wanted to do, but he’s sure it’ll go away soon.

#para #para: kurt hummel #para: unexpected visit

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recentanimenews · 4 years ago

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Saekano the Movie: Finale – Where Scenario Ends and Reality Begins

It’s been three years since Saekano Flat, and to be honest I haven’t kept up with news about a continuation of the story. All I know is I wanted to see it end happily with Tomoya and Megumi as a couple, and however it did that was fine. So imagine my surprise and delight upon learning a full-length movie would wrap everything up!

We pick up where Flat left off: Eriri and Utaha working on Fields Chronicle with Kosaka Akane at Mazuru; while Tomoya, Megumi, Michiru and Izumi work on Blessing Software’s next game: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend. At an after-party for Icy Tail’s first solo performance, the two Blessing Defectors show up to support their friends, but their boss Kosaka inserts herself into the festivities to berate their work and force them to redo it.

Tomoya and Megumi aren’t really a couple yet, but they might as well be. Not coincidentally, Tomoya is in a slump with regards to writing the scene in which the protagonist confesses to the main heroine. He seeks Utaha for help, but runs into Kosaka first. Kosaka laughs at his story at first, but encourages him to embrace his inner deluded otaku and “masturbate more”—literarily speaking, of course…

Around midnight before their senior year begins, Tomoya runs by his Kosaka-inspired rewrites to Megumi. The two aren’t just on the phone for hours anymore, but Skype, face to face. It’s always been so lovely to watch these two simply working together like this while also dropping hints about how they feel about one another.

While Tomoya is determined to keep a crucial scene despite Megumi’s misgivings, he obviously wants her take on the main heroine, because she’s his main heroine. No big hug or crying fit is necessary, an ordinary event is sufficient to raising her flag. Before falling asleep to his typing, well past 3 AM, Megumi and Tomoya decide that because the game’s couple will be on first-name basis from this point on, they should do the same thing.

The next day at school, Izumi is about to greet Tomoya and Megumi, but sees how close they are and doesn’t interrupt (Eriri does though, not reading the room at all). The two then decide to act out a scene at the train station where they hold hands, and by God, the way those hands are animated—so subtle and gentle and loving.

Tomoya plans another “scouting” trip to Ikebukuro for them to “gather material”, on a day he knows to be Megumi’s birthday. When she asks if that’s all they’ll be doing, he initially puts the onus on her to say what she wants, then asks her if it’s okay if it’s about more than that, she says it is; that any reason will do. Then she notes that she’s not responsible for “what might happen”, before abruptly hanging up.

Their mutual realization they were about to go on a date for her birthday, not as mere colleagues working on a game, but as a couple taking the next step, is priceless to behold. I got so caught up in the buildup of anticipation and excitement to that magical day, I forgot how much movie was left. The day arrives, Megumi is at the meeting spot in the same outfit that first inspired Tomoya, only for him to call and tell her he can’t make it.

It was like a door in my chest opened up and my heart just fell on to the floor with a gruesome splat. Thankfully, he didn’t stand her up because he chickened out, but due to circumstances outside his control. Kosaka Akane had a stroke, and since she wasn’t carrying any ID, Tomoya’s card was the closest thing to an emergency contact.

This development angered me at first because it’s precisely the kind of dramatic twist he was trying to avoid for the Main Heroine route. Due to the stroke, Kosaka can’t currently use her right hand. Utaha tries to get Tomoya not to worry about them by saying her and Eriri’s work is mostly done, but Eriri doesn’t pick up on what Utaha is trying to do, and tells Tomoya the truth: they have no idea what this means for Fields Chronicle.

With Kosaka’s old friend Iori and Utaha’s manager stepping up to fill in while she recuperates, Tomoya initially volunteers to take over Iori’s promoting and negotiating roles for Blessing, but Megumi takes that on instead, insisting he need to have his undivided attention on the scenario. Megumi accepted Tomoya’s explanation and apology, but being stood up on your birthday by the guy you love is hard blow that’s left her weary.

Turns out she has good reason to be. Iori reports back to Tomoya with some dire news: even before Kosaka’s stroke, Fields Chronicle was over a month behind schedule. Kosaka prioritized the rapid artistic growth over finishing the game on time. Now the company is prepared to make deep cuts to both story and characters in order to get something to market without further delay.

This would obviously be an intolerable compromise for Utaha and Eriri, but they both know they can’t be the ones to try to argue their case to the company. They need someone who can go to the plate and negotiate, plead, and even get on his knees and passionately beg when logical arguments fail. And there’s just one person like that who knows and believes in their work. So they make the call.

Tomoya and Megumi meet up and sit on the same bench where they tenderly held hands and blushed, only for Megumi to deduce he’s going to Osaka to help Utaha and Eriri with their game. Tomoya cites how this is Utaha and Eriri’s best and possibly only chance at achieving true greatness and living up to their potential, and he can’t stand by and let their dreams be crushed.

But Megumi points out that he’s putting those dreams and that game ahead of their dreams and their game. Unable to hold back tears, she tells Tomoya that she can’t be his main heroine anymore, and boards the next train. But Tomoyo presses on for Osaka, and eventually makes some real progress, extending their deadline and sacrificing two characters so they don’t have to eliminate five. He sends Megumi texts, but she doesn’t reply. Why should she?

With their writer and leader gone, Blessing is on hold as far as Megumi is concerned. She’s also so rightfully angry at Tomoya her heart just isn’t in it…but Michiru and Izumi eventually get her to take up the mantle of their new leader, doing what they can do in Tomoya’s stead.

Indeed, Michiru and Izumi become a lot more assertive in telling Megumi they know she and Tomoya have been dating and are now fighting. Megumi rejects their idle gossip, but something fishy is going on: Izumi is drawing Megumi during her anguish, while Iori is typing on the other end of Izumi’s Bluetooth.

Utaha and Eriri end up completing their work, but rather than celebrate, Tomoya heads home at once. After he leaves, the girls remember what they agreed on before asking Tomoya to help: that in return, they’d help him finish his game and help him make up with Megumi. This meant letting go of Tomoya as a potential romantic partner for good and letting Megumi win.

While Tomoya was in Osaka, every minute he wasn’t helping Utaha and Eriri with their game, he was still writing the scenario for his, while at the same time penning a lengthy letter attempting to describe his feelings for Megumi. When he returns home she’s waiting on his stoop, his letter in her inbox, which she describes as “disgusting”.

Megumi wants to be mad at Tomoya and doesn’t want to forgive him for what he did, but she also “doesn’t care” about any of that, because what’s most important is that she loves him. That’s why she brushes his hand away once, but not twice. The second time she keeps their hands locked, and then Tomoya beats her to it by confessing first.

Tomoya loves his 2D Main Heroine, but he loves the 3D Katou Megumi most. When she asks why, he says it isn’t out of admiration, obsession, or obligation. He’s perfectly frank in telling her she seemed more in his league as a partner than the dazzling, infinitely more talented Utaha or Eriri. Only with Megumi can he feel and act like himself and tell her what he’s really feeling.

One would think Megumi should be insulted by Tomoya’s rationale for choosing her. But in a continuation of her monologue to Michiru and Izumi, she confesses that she wants Tomoya to be hers and no one else’s. Because there’s no drama, like the other girls. Because they’re so wonderfully “normal” together. So Tomoya’s explanation passes muster.

Soon the two are locked in a hug, and when Megumi’s eyes are closed, after some hesitation Tomoya kisses her. She wasn’t quite ready, so she kisses him in turn. Finally, the two count down to have a perfectly timed third kiss. This was one of the best anime first kiss(es) scenes I’ve ever seen.

Kosaka recovers, thanking Tomoya for his help while she was out of commission and offering to read his work (and skewer it viciously) anytime. Tomoya incorporates the details of his and Megumi’s real-life mutual confession into the game and Izumi creates more art for it.

Eriri and Utaha arrive to help out and immediately insert their strong personalities into the project with abandon. When Eriri takes a break, Tomoya follows her out to apologize for…well, everything, but most importantly for what he doesn’t explicitly state: not choosing her. She takes it as well as she could be expected to, asking before heading back whether Tomoya loved her ten years ago.

Eriri then joins Megumi for a bath and briefly waterboards her in frustration, not just that she lost, but that Megumi loved Tomoya so much they made up and started dating before Eriri or Utaha could arrive to help them. After the whole gang pulls a near-all-nighter to complete the game, the two girls tuck everyone in and head out, vowing to keep running together so he can’t catch up, knowing he’ll keep chasing them regardless.

The day of Comiket arrives, and Tomoya and Megumi head to the venue hand in hand like the couple they are. Tomoya wonders if 2,000 copies was too many to print, but they sell every one, validating their hard work as well as the inspiration Megumi provided.

Tomoya and Megumi graduate from high school and return to the spot where they first met, with Megumi in her now-iconic red sweater and white cap and skirt. Roll credits!

After the credits we jump forward what looks like a couple if not a few years. Megumi is suggesting to an overworked Tomoya that they break up, since he’s stuck at his sales job so much they hardly ever see each other, and in any case suspects he still carries a flame for a certain someone. Tomoya has given up on his dreams, and while Iori hasn’t, he’s now a penniless delusional vagrant.

Just when I thought we’d reached Saekano’s “Bad Ending”, Tomoya suddenly encounters a short-haired Utaha by the waterfront, the music rises, and she’s about to start singing when Eriri snaps us out of it; this was just the visualization of a spec script for a new game half-jokingly written by Utaha. The two are in a meeting with Iori and a Tomoya who is very much living the dream of being. Glorious fake-out!

He is the president and Megumi the vice president of Blessing, now an established and successful game company. Utaha’s script hit Tomoya hard, though, so he hugs Megumi when he sees her next, and asks her to reassure him she’s not going anywhere. Of course, she does, but when Tomoya leans in to kiss, she wants to save it for when they get home.

Unfortunately, they are unable to bone when they get home, because their apartment is suddenly overrun by the talent: not just Michiru and Izumi, but Utaha and Eriri have also shown up for their first sleepover meeting in years. Tomoya and Megumi take the intrusion in stride, but Megumi makes sure to steal a kiss, in the process revealing he put a ring on it. Good lad! The six friends gather around the table for a toast to another hit from Blessing, and the curtain finally falls for good on the movie, and on Saekano.

Until I sunk my teeth into this movie, I didn’t realize how much I missed the show’s great mix of comedy, romance, drama, artistry and extremely effective fanservice. I could hardly have asked for a better, more satisfying ending than the one we got.

By: sesameacrylic

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asflowersfade · 7 years ago

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Ficlet: Whatever I Want (I Get)

Written for @murdocsmacattack who mentioned this prompt and it inspired me. This is a very dark story. I mean it. I would consider it borderline non-con even though there’s no sex. So beware. If that’s not for you, then avoid!

MacGyver and Jack need information from Murdoc. But Murdoc wants something in exchange, of course...

“Are we really considering asking that madman for help?” Jack yells furiously and points at one of the big screens at the front of the room.

Murdoc’s sitting behind the table in the interrogation room downstairs, looking very pleased; he knows that since they took him out of prison and brought him here, they must need something from him. And he’s right.

Matty sighs. “Jack, I understand your anger, I really do. But unless you have a better idea how to get Riley and Bozer back, we have no choice. Do I need to remind you it’s been almost twenty four hours since the Blue Dawn took them and we’re no closer to finding them?” She sounds as frustrated as they all feel.

Jack clenches his jaw and looks away.

“She’s right, Jack,” Mac says softly. “With every minute that terrorist organization has Riley and Bozer in their hands, our chances of finding them alive are getting smaller. Murdoc knows their leader, he worked with him in the past. He might have valuable information.”

Taking a step closer, Jack glares at him. “Really? You too? Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you let that psycho get into that head of yours, wonder boy?” He points at Mac’s head. “You couldn’t get him out for days, don’t think I haven’t noticed!”

“I could take a crack at him,” Cage offers. “I am a trained interrogator, after all.”

“Or we could use his son as leverage again,” Matty suggests but it’s obvious it doesn’t sit well with her, using a kid.

Mac sighs and shakes his head. “No. He won’t let himself be forced, not again,” he tells Matty, then he turns to Cage. “And not to downplay your interrogation skills, but Jack’s right, Murdoc is mad; unless he actually feels like it, he won’t tell us anything.”

“So, what do you suggest?” Jack asks, still riled up.

Sighing again, Mac rubs his forehead. “I will have to go and ask him for help, there’s no way around it. There must be something he wants” --he winces-- “especially if it’s me offering.”

“Mac…” Jack objects, frowning.

Mac looks at him. “For Riley and Bozer.”

When Murdoc sees MacGyver and Jack enter the interrogation room - “I’m not letting you go in alone, so don’t even try!” - his whole face lights up. “MacGyver! What a pleasant surprise. You do know how to brighten my day.”

Mac swallows a growl. Jesus Christ! He pulls out a chair and sits down opposite Murdoc; Jack remains standing in the corner. “We need information,” Mac says, getting right to the point.

Murdoc raises his eyebrows. “What? No ‘hello’? No ‘how have you been since we’ve seen each other last?’”

“Cut the crap, you bastard!” Jack snaps angrily.

Murdoc glares at him. “Shh, let the adults talk, Jack,” he shushes him, and when Jack starts forward furiously, Murdoc lifts a finger, handcuffs rattling on the table. “Don’t forget, you sent for me. So, unless you plan on waterboarding me, I can return to my cell any time I want.” The last part he says in a voice as cold as ice, dropping the act for a moment.

Raising a hand, Mac says, “It’s okay, Jack.”

He waits till Jack returns to the corner - Jack does so rather reluctantly - then he looks straight at Murdoc. “We need information on the terrorist organization Blue Dawn. We know you worked with their leader at least once in the past. We need you to tell us where we can find their headquarters.”

Murdoc leans forward. “And what do I get in exchange?” he asks with gleaming eyes.

Mac grits his teeth. “What do you want?”

Grinning wide, Murdoc whispers, “What I’ve always wanted, MacGyver. To get to know you better.”

Jack starts forward again. “You damn--”

“Fine!” Mac snaps before Jack can say anything more and ignores Jack’s sputtering in the background. “What would that entail?”

Murdoc’s eyes widen with absolute glee. “Oh, my, my. Your need does have to be truly dire if you’re willing to go that far. I wonder, who did the Blue Dawn hurt? Who did they… take?” he hazards a guess, gauging their reaction. “Ah, yes…”

Mac doesn’t let Murdoc get to him. Or, at least he tries. “What exactly do you want, Murdoc?”

Tilting his head to the side, Murdoc regards him for a long moment. Finally, he says, “Five minutes. Five minutes with you. Without the handcuffs” --he rattles the things-- “and you’ll let me do whatever I want.”

“Absolutely not!” Jack yells and steps forward, slamming his hands against the table angrily. “No way will you get within a touching distance of him. I won’t allow it. Over my dead body! Do you hear me?”

But Murdoc doesn’t react, he just stares at MacGyver challengingly, his eyes saying, How much do you want that info? How desperate are you?

Mac swallows hard, clenching his hands into fists under the table. “Fine,” he agrees harshly.

“What?” Jack whirls on him. “Did you completely lost your marbles now?”

Murdoc’s just sits there, smiling.

“Under two conditions,” Mac says. “One, Jack stays in the room--”

“Well, of course I’m staying!” Jack shouts but they’re still not paying him any mind, staring each other in the eyes.

“And two, whatever you do - no permanent damage,” Mac adds with his heart hammering hard in his chest. The idea of letting this man anywhere near him scares the living daylights out of him but he really doesn’t see another option.

“Agreed,” Murdoc says without losing his smile. Then he leans forward. “But I also have two conditions. One, Lumberjack over here will hold back; one word from him, one move and the deal’s off. And two” --his grin turns nasty-- “the same goes for you, MacGyver. Five minutes and you’ll just let me… touch.”

Jack straightens up. “Jesus,” he breathes out. “Jesus, you can’t be serious!”

“Do we have a deal, MacGyver?” Murdoc purrs.

Mac closes his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down his racing heart. He’s perfectly safe here. It’ll be uncomfortable, of that he has no doubt, but it’s just five minutes. Five minutes of this man doing… whatever he wants, and they’ll have the information they need to save Riley and Bozer. Just five minutes.

He opens his eyes. “Deal.”

“Mac, no!” Jack protests.

But Mac cuts him off. “Jack, open his handcuffs and stand back.” He looks at Jack firmly. “I mean it. Whatever happens, stand back!” Then, seeing Jack’s worried face, his own expression softens a little. “It’ll be fine. It’s five minutes, that’s all. And then we’ll have what we came for and everyone will be safe.”

Jack holds his eyes a moment longer and it’s obvious how torn he is, how much he doesn’t want to do it. But they don’t have a choice. With a growl, he walks up to Murdoc and unlocks his handcuffs.

Before he returns to his corner, though, Jack leans in and whispers in Murdoc’s ear, “I have a gun, you perv. And if you hurt him, I swear to God, I’ll shoot you.” Then he sets his stopwatch and says, “Five minutes.”

Murdoc rubs his wrists and with a small smile, he gets up and walks around the table slowly to stand behind Mac. And then he just stands there, drawing out the anticipation until Mac feels he might explode. He wants the man to just get on with… with whatever it is he wants from Mac.

There’s a rustle behind Mac and then Murdoc whispers into his ear, “You smell really... delicious, MacGyver.” He runs his nose through the short hair at Mac’s nape and sniffs at him.

Mac closes his eyes and shudders, breathing harshly. He stiffens when Murdoc settles his hands on his shoulders and runs them down his arms, then up again, over his shoulders to settle them around Mac’s throat. He squeezes, restricting Mac’s breathing slightly, sliding his thumbs up and down the back of Mac’s neck, fingers pressed against Mac’s Adam’s apple. Mac swallows compulsively, eyes still closed, hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

Applying light pressure, Murdoc forces Mac to bend his head forward. Breath hitches in Mac’s throat and his eyes fly open when Murdoc praises him quietly, “So obedient, as I knew you would be. Ah, ah, ah,” Murdoc warns him when he feels Mac freeze and start pulling away. “Remember our deal, MacGyver. I still have time left.”

Mac shudders again as Murdoc leans closer, over his shoulder. Mac’s back is now pressed against Murdoc’s chest with nothing but the chair between them. Murdoc lets go of Mac’s throat and runs his left hand down Mac’s chest to press it against Mac’s madly beating heart. With his right Murdoc grips Mac’s chin and turns Mac’s head towards him. Their eyes are only inches apart.

Mac’s shivering constantly now and his heart’s skipping beats. He wants to push this madman off, to punch him, to run! He knows he’s safe - he is, he is, he is! - that Jack’s right there with them, he can feel his looming presence in the corner, but it’s not helping and he can feel himself starting to panic. He never panics! This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea!

With a predatory grin, Murdoc whispers, “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.” And then he licks Mac’s face, running his tongue across Mac’s cheek, stopping at the corner of Mac’s mouth, lapping at it and smacking his lips.

And Mac stops breathing altogether, he can’t breathe, this was a bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. He’s staring straight at Murdoc but he doesn’t really see him. He needs to get out, he needs out! But if he moves, it’s over and it was for nothing and--

“Five minutes!” Jack snaps and he sounds positively livid. He rushes forward, and grabbing Murdoc, he pulls him off Mac. He drags the madman across the room, as far away as he can without leaving it, and he pushes Murdoc against the wall so hard that Murdoc’s head hits it with a loud crack.

And Murdoc’s laughing! He’s hooting with laughter, all teeth and mad gleam in the eyes. And he’s yet to take his eyes off Mac, he’s staring at him, yelling, “You do taste as good as I thought, MacGyver. I’ll remember. Next time we meet, I’ll remember!”

Mac can’t take it anymore. He can’t stay in one room with the guy. He needs to get out! He needs out, now!

Jumping to his feet, Mac’s at the door in two long strides. He throws it open and rushes out, gasping for breath. He can hear Jack calling his name and Murdoc’s still laughing and he continues down the hall till he can’t hear them anymore, till everything’s quiet.

Only then does he finally stop. He wipes his face off with his sleeve, hard, and he keeps rubbing the spot that Murdoc licked till it hurts, but he can still feel the madman on him. He feels sick.

There’s a soft voice behind him, asking, “You okay?” Jack.

Mac swallows convulsively and then he takes a deep breath and another to pull himself back together. Only then does he turn around. Jack’s watching him with deep concern in his eyes, keeping a respectful distance. Mac’s grateful for that.

“Yeah,” he replies a little hoarsely. “I’m fine. Did he tell you--”

Jack nods. “Yeah, I got the address. Matty’s already rallying the troops. We leave in fifteen minutes.”

Mac takes another deep breath and tries to push away the knowledge that they saw, Matty and Cage, that they watched Murdoc do… that. That there’s actually a recording of… that. He’ll have to ask Matty to delete it.

“Hey,” Jack says gently. “It’s over. You don’t ever need to come anywhere near that freak. I promise. He’s going back to prison and you don’t ever have to see or talk to him again. Alright?”

“Yeah,” Mac replies quietly. “Yeah, it’s over, it’s all over...”

Somehow, he doubts it, though.

Two months later, Murdoc escapes again.

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biofunmy · 5 years ago

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Russell Harvard, Reaching Beyond ‘King Lear’

Even though he gouges out eyeballs eight times a week, Russell Harvard seems like a really nice guy.

When I tell the actor that I have a cold, as we sit in a corner of the Lambs Club in the theater district, he insists on pouring me a glass of the jasmine, elderflower and violet kombucha he is drinking.

“That’s my favorite,” said Mr. Harvard, who is deaf. He can speak with what he has called “a deaf accent” and, with a hearing aid, the sound in his right ear can get “pretty crisp.” But for this interview, he mostly relied on an American Sign Language interpreter, his friend Steven Nugent.

The tall, brawny Mr. Harvard, 38, is playing the Duke of Cornwall, the sadistic husband of Lear’s rotten daughter, Regan, in the buzzy (if mostly Tony-snubbed) Broadway production of “King Lear,” with Glenda Jackson as Lear.

I had always thought of “King Lear” in terms of metaphors about sight. Lear and his ally, the Earl of Gloucester, are both blind when it comes to deciding which of their children to trust. An obtuse Lear orders his loyal daughter, Cordelia, out of his sight. “See better, Lear,” his friend, the Earl of Kent, warns him. Cornwall stabs Gloucester’s eyes with the imprecation, “Out, vile jelly!”

But now, thanks to Mr. Harvard, who translates Shakespearean language into sign language for his role, I also think about the play in terms of metaphors about deafness.

Like Donald Trump and so many other leaders and moguls bombarded with the white noise of flattery, Lear cannot hear the truth. His ears are attuned only to sycophants, a ruinous trait.

“The word ‘nothing’ is the most important word of the play, and absence is an important theme,’’ said Sam Gold, who directed “King Lear.” “Speechlessness. Literal and metaphorical blindness. The silence and lack of spoken language in my production is an exploration of that thematic nothingness.”

Mr. Harvard’s interpreter onstage is his childhood friend Michael Arden, who also plays Cornwall’s servant. Mr. Harvard, Mr. Gold and Alexandria Wailes, the show’s director of artistic sign language, worked together to interpret Shakespeare.

“Russell is a very beautiful and poetic signer,” Mr. Gold said. “Sign language is the perfect language for translating Shakespeare because it’s filled with imagery and metaphor. Shakespeare’s language, unlike contemporary English, is dense with images and invented words, much like A.S.L.”

As Cornwall, Mr. Harvard wears a kilt. “I’m keeping the kilt for a burlesque show,” he joked. He and Aisling O’Sullivan, the Irish actress and Nicole Kidman look-alike who plays Regan, have conjured elaborate back stories about their characters, and sign them as the play begins.

The relationship between Cornwall and Regan is passionate. “I noticed that Russell smelled very good, and I asked him what scent he was wearing,” Ms. O’Sullivan said. “He told me it was Zum Mist, frankincense and myrrh. The following day he presented me with a bottle of Zum Mist, which I now wear, too. The couple that smells together, stays together.”

Pedro Pascal, who was the sexy Oberyn, Prince of Dorne in “Game of Thrones” and now plays the sexy villainous Edmund, the bastard son of the Earl of Gloucester, in “King Lear,” said that Mr. Harvard’s kindness as a person and generosity as an actor shine through his bad guys in “Fargo” and “Lear” and “ends up creating a much more original villain, more human and accessible and ultimately more terrifying because you can see yourself in it.”

Ms. Jackson told me that “Russell can be ferocious on the stage, but invariably charming and utterly delightful off.”

When I asked what Ms. Jackson was like, Mr. Harvard grinned and said, “She’s a diva. She’s obviously extremely talented. She knows what she’s doing.”

He recalled a tussle between Mr. Gold and Ms. Jackson about whether to waterboard Gloucester. Mr. Gold, with a set redolent of Trump’s glittering Fifth Avenue penthouse, was trying to heighten the comparisons between their mad king and the current occupant of the White House. But Ms. Jackson objected to adding Trump-approved torture and in the end, they did it Glenda’s way.

“She’s the director,” Mr. Harvard said, laughing.

‘Now We Sign Bigger’

For the premiere party at the Bowery Hotel, the actor wore a pink suit he found on Amazon for $100 by typing in the words “rose gold.” Inspired by Michael B. Jordan’s Louis Vuitton harness at the Screen Actors Guild awards, he added a black chain harness that his friend Mr. Nugent found on Etsy.

For our interview, Mr. Harvard was dressed down in Levi’s, an olive Banana Republic shirt, Jordan kicks and a baseball cap, backward, depicting a wolf howling at the moon.

“I love the moon,” he said. “I go to it for advice.” He named his chocolate Labradoodle Lunar.

He talked about going to see Muse, the English rock band, on his day off and his YouTube channel, where he has over 6,500 subscribers to see his American Sign Language (A.S.L.) interpretations of Top 40 songs and classics, including “The Chain,” by Fleetwood Mac.

Mr. Harvard, who made a splash off Broadway in “Tribes,” by Nina Raine, and “I was Most Alive With You,” by Craig Lucas, is from a third-generation deaf family in Texas.

He lives with his mother (“best roommate ever”) in a house he bought in Austin, Tex. His aunt lives across the street and other family members live on the block. His father, now divorced from his mother but still good friends, lives in a nearby retirement home.

Russell attended the Texas School for the Deaf, where his parents and grandparents also went and his father worked as a dormitory house parent. Then he studied theater at Gallaudet University in D.C. before starting his career with a bang, playing the adult adopted deaf son of Daniel Day-Lewis’s character, the oilman Daniel Plainview, in the 2007 Paul Thomas Anderson epic, “There Will Be Blood.”

For that movie, Mr. Harvard employed a vintage form of sign language used at the turn of the 20th century: signing “small,” as he put it.

“Now we sign bigger,” he said. “There’s a lot more facial expression. Back in earlier decades, facial expression was very limited. We were a lot more stoic when we signed, because we didn’t want to be too intrusive with hearing people in their environment.”

Dauntingly, his first movie audition was with Mr. Anderson. After two readings in New York, he was asked to fly to Los Angeles to try out with Mr. Day-Lewis at the Chateau Marmont.

He felt confident, but after he signed his scene, Mr. Thomas said, “Do a little less.” So Mr. Harvard reined in his facial expressions, emotions and gestures, and still the director said, “Do it less.”

“So I signed as quietly as I could,” Mr. Harvard said. He recalled walking outside and Mr. Thomas running after him, frantically grabbing a cigarette and saying, “You got it! You got it!”

“I gave him my thumbs up,” Mr. Harvard said. “Then I went back into my hotel room and I started jumping up and down on my bed. I was like, ‘Yay, I got it!’”

He remembered Mr. Day-Lewis as very reserved, locked in his rapacious character. “He had tattoos all over his arms,” Mr. Harvard said. “I never thought he would. He has sons and their handprints as children are on his arm. So that was kind of cute. I really like what he does. He’s very, very Method. It’s really beautiful. Because I was chatting with whoever the hell would listen.”

His next film was an indie, “The Hammer,” about a deaf college wrestler named Matt Hamill; he inherited the part after another actor stepped aside to accommodate the deaf community’s wish to see a deaf actor in the role.

Mr. Harvard said that he knows that it’s “a fine line,” noting: “I was talking to a friend of mine who was debating whether her straight friend, who was playing a lesbian role, should not have that. And I said, ‘Fine, then you can’t play a straight person.’ And it caught her off guard a little bit.”

Still, he said, he thinks that it’s important for deaf people to play deaf roles, because “obviously deaf people can’t play hearing roles. And I mean, we have so many deaf actors out there. Why are we not taking advantage of that?” He credited Julianne Moore for doing well in a deaf role in Todd Haynes’s 2017 “Wonderstruck,” but would have preferred to see a deaf actress get the job.

“I’ve met with people from CBS and NBC and they’ve asked me, ‘What would you like to see?’ And I say, ‘I challenge you to have an all-deaf cast on a TV show.’ Because for example, ‘Animal Planet,’ they have a TV show mainly about meerkats.” And why can there be a show about meerkats but not deaf people?

“And they were like, ‘How do we understand you guys?’ And I said, ‘Subtitles. I’ve been reading subtitles, captions, on movies my entire life. Now it’s your turn.’ And they laughed at me. But they said, ‘Oh yeah, you’re right. Take “The Americans.” They speak in the Russian language and they subtitle it.’ I’m like, ‘Exactly.’

“Are the writers afraid of writing deaf characters? Are we too complex?”

Mr. Harvard invoked a D.C. Comics character called Man-Bat, a scientist who develops a serum to cure deafness and who tangles with Batman sometimes.

“It’s a tad offensive,” he said. “Because being deaf is sacred. It’s pride, it’s culture. We have our community. We have our language. We have our mores.” (He said that what he was doing a bit with me, signing and speaking at the same time — known as SimCom, for simultaneous communication — is “strongly discouraged” in the community “because you’re not able to do both languages perfectly at the same time.”)

Mr. Harvard continued, “I was thinking that it would be really cool to have a deaf character play Man-Bat’s part. Maybe it doesn’t happen in New York. Maybe it happens in Texas, because they have the famous bat bridge, the Congress Avenue Bridge where the bats fly out.”

He pondered whether he could get Noah Hawley, who created the TV shows “Legion” and “Fargo,” to help him write it. Mr. Hawley, who lives in Austin near the Texas School for the Deaf, was inspired by seeing his neighbors communicating in “a secret language” to write a popular deaf hit man character named Mr. Wrench for “Fargo.”

Mr. Harvard played the role with a fringed suede jacket that shimmied when he signed and a hidden buzzer inside a jacket pocket that signaled him when the director was yelling “cut.”

Mr. Hawley liked the actor so much that he brought him back for another season. “There are a lot of actors who work very hard and do complicated things,” he said. “But at the end of the day, it’s really about what the camera tells you when you’re looking at their face.” He said that Mr. Harvard has “an empathetic quality” that tugs at your heart, even when he’s doing bad things.

I asked him why more people in charge of shows don’t create deaf characters. “There’s no nefarious reason,” Mr. Hawley said. “It’s just not in their consciousness. And you create a challenge for yourself.”

‘Looking, Looking, Looking’

Mr. Harvard, who first got smitten with acting as a child when he saw his cousin play a witch in “The Wizard of Oz,” said he likes dark roles. He would love to do an all-deaf production of “Macbeth” on or Off Broadway with Mr. Gold directing. Even though his friends in grade school told him boys couldn’t be witches, he managed to play a female witch in a play in fifth grade.

“And my dad came and he saw the show,” Mr. Harvard said. “And after, he came up to me and he’s like, ‘Why? Why did you have to play a female witch?’ He was a little disappointed. And I said, ‘Well, because I wanted to.’”

When he told his parents later that he was gay, it was a “little bit of a struggle,” he said, noting that his father was hoping for a different scenario: “Have a wife, have a kid, the very ideal American family.”

“My mom was absolutely easy and of course O.K. with it and my dad now admires me, but we just don’t quite talk about it, I guess you could say.”

In 2015, he was on Broadway for the first time in a revival of “Spring Awakening,” put on by Deaf West Theater and also starring Marlee Matlin, who became a “sweet” mentor.

His drinking amped up “into hyperdrive,” he said. “The cast members are drinking, you know? So I would have a drink. But then after the show every night, I would go hit up a bar. I would meet a bunch of fans. ‘Let me get you a shot! Let me hug you. Let me love you.’ It helps you to feel excited. And then the next day, I wouldn’t feel good. And I do not miss the hangovers.”

That year, he went to Madonna’s Rebel Heart Tour at Madison Square Garden, “which is the best place that you can go and use your deaf card and get access to the very front.”

He went heavy on the Patrón. “I woke up and people were leaving the arena,” he said.

He hit bottom in Austin after a night of drinking in April 2018. “I kneeled down, and I did a very primal scream,” he said. He said that his mom, who is also deaf, couldn’t hear his scream but his dog freaked out and ran out of the room. “It was so worth it, so I could reflect. Knowing I squirmed like a worm. It was the saddest thing I could see.”

He called his agent, who told him to go to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. But it took him 48 hours to get an interpreter to go with him to his first meeting. He says he has been sober for a year.

“I have a lot more clarity,” he said. “I never thought that I was an addict. Because my brother is, and I never thought that I was like him. But I really was. I would say I was an alcoholic. And probably a little bit of drugs, too.” He said that he took care of his brother, who is even more profoundly deaf, and then took a break, moving to Alaska to teach preschool deaf and hard-of-hearing kids.

“For a really long time, I’ve been looking, searching, looking, looking, looking for love in all the wrong places and experiencing heartbreak,” he said, “and I finally have become sober and I just feel like I don’t have the need to look. And it feels great. And I feel like I’ve found myself for the very first time and I’m just relishing it. I would rather have something happen organically.”

He’s not on Tinder or Grindr. “My dating is if I see someone at the gym or Facebook or Instagram,” he said. “Those are my dating apps.”

It’s time for Mr. Harvard to go. He’s got some eyes to gouge out.

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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 29

camping trips, and fire brigade feels

Mad!Kid: *holds his fingers flat--and jabs them into Belkia's side* belkia: *screaming* Mad!Kid: "Die now, please." belkia: im a vampire i cant die dumbass! *SPLAT* *Kid has decapitated Belkia* stocking: !!! Mad!Kid: *smirks* "Can't keep yourself together, can you, vampire?" belkia's head: THAT WAS JUST BEING RUDE! MISSY HELP ME- *SHIV* stocking: *has her sword through his head* no. Mad!Kid: *smirks at Belkia...then at Stocking* "Fascinating." belkia: THAT HURTS BUT AT THE SAME TIME ITS SO HOT! Mad!Kid: *licks his lips* "Indeed...she is..." Bakugo: "..." *looking around* "What the fuck?" stocking: *cutting belkia's body to bits and throws them into the river* bye. belkia: oh nooooo my love life is all washed uuuuuup! Bakugo: "Um...Is that going to pollute the water or anything?" Mad!Kid: *staring at Stocking* Mad!Kid: *not blinking* stocking:....kid..*puts her hands to his cheeks and kisses him* Mad!Kid: "!!!" *eyes droop...he kisses back gently, his arms falling to his sides* Kid: "...Stocking?" stocking: *she hugs him* its ok kid...im here.... Kid: "...It happened again, didn't it?" Bakugo: "???" (He's still in his boxers only) stocking:....want to go back to the tent? Kid: *nods, as he holds her hand* -in the tent- stocking: *stroking kid's head as he lay on her chest* Kid: *whimpers slightly* "I'm sorry..." stocking: its ok kid.... Kid: "I-I kept up on my medicine...How did he get out?" stocking:....*holding him close* i blame that pink ponytailed bastard...i hope he stays dead. Kid: *nods* "I-I don't like this...I don't like being like this...I was so scared he would...he would take you away." stocking: i wouldnt have gone with that creep, his voice makes me want to be sick. -outside- ojiro: i feel like my ego just got bruised. -back in the tent- Kid: *hugs her* "I know you wouldn't...I just am afraid after...what has happened to both of us..." stocking:..i know.... Kid: "...Stocking...I want you to be happy." stocking: i am happy. happy with you. *she kisses him* Kid: *kisses back, nods* "I am happy, too. I am happy with you." *lies in her arms* -elsewhere- Izuku: "Is the medicine working?" momo: i think so. ochako: zzzzzzzzzzz......... Iida: *muttering in his sleep* "No more mushrooms..." Izuku: "Man, I was an idiot. Thanks, Momo." momo: it's fine. *hair ruffle* (thinking: so fluffy im gonna die!) Izuku: -\\\\\- -elsewhere- tamaki: *fist steaming* shinra: *in a thong* WHY?!?! nozomi: at least you werent subjected to becoming a 'braid-kini'... Arthur: *large hand-sized red mark across his face* "...I want to be blinded." Iris: o\\\\\\o Relan: "..." *nosebleed* shinra: .////////. Iris: "..." *small reach at Shinra, then pulls back her hand* mina: total uke. kyouka: total uke. sayaka: total uke. shinra: STOP IT! D8> Iris: "COULD SOMEONE JUST PUT SOME CLOTHES BACK ON HIM?!" Relan: *long stream of nosebleeding* -and so- Iris: ("I need to bathe in holy water for weeks...And I feel...") Relan: *washing his face in the lake* Arthur: "Hmph. Surprised Tamaki got Shinra into that position..." tamaki: *punches arthur* shut up. Arthur: "Ow! Well, at least now I have matching punches..." Iris: "..." *stands up to leave* "Excuse me..." -elsewhere- Patty: "Mmmm...Takeru, could you...carry me?" takeru: um..o-ok... *lift* Patty: *giggle, as she wraps her arms around his neck and lays in his arm* "So tall, strong, and big!" takeru: *blushing* Patty: "..." *kisses his cheek* -elsewhere- hito: *practicing marches* Spirit: "Jeez...Real serious person, huh?" hito: *salutes* sir! Spirit: *salute* "At ease...You need a break? Something to drink?" hito: as soon as i finished my protocol. Spirit: "...Okay. But just don't dehydrate, okay? Got to take care of your health, right?" hito: right... Spirit: *glances at Marie* "What's with them?" marie: i think they're a member of the yasunoki family. they've been military officers for generations. Spirit: "When did they enter the DWMA?" marie: i think they're in the 2nd fire brigade Spirit: "Who's their leader? That guy with the creepy mask?" marie: the 2nd brigade is lead by Gustav Honda. -elsewhere- Emine: *yawn* setsuna: welcome home emine. Emine: "Hey...I'm exhausted after that bad deed..." setsuna: i see...are you hungry at all? Emine: "No, I am--" *loud stomach growl* "...A small snack." setsuna: *she smiles and goes to make something* Shotaro: *waves at Emine* "Do good at your bad deeds, today?" Emine: *sits next to him* -\\\\- "Mostly. You do okay at your good deeds?" Shotaro: *nods* "I saved a puppy!" setsuna: very good showtaro *she smiles* Emine: o_o "B-But I did my deed, too! I stole someone's puppy!" Shotaro: "..." *glares* Emine: ^^; setsuna: *making double bentos* Emine: T_T "My shin still hurts..." Shotaro: *small chop to the head* "No stealing puppies." setsuna: bentos are ready! Shotaro: "Thank you, Mom!" Emine: "..." *looking around at it, uncertain how to dig in* setsuna: *she hugs them both* Shotaro: *hugs, smiles* Emine: O\\\\\\O setsuna: mama loves you both so much... [flashback!mama emine: just remember brat, i could have aborted you, good-for-nothing piece of shit.] Emine: *whispers* "N-No...You don't." setsuna: emine? *concerned* Emine: "N-No one loves me! Stay away!" setsuna:.....*she looks at showtaro* Emine: "No one could ever love me! And I--" Shotaro: *hugs Emine, holding him* "You are loved. Stop that." setsuna: *she hugs him too* i know i might not be the woman who gave birth to you, but i still want to be your mother... Emine: *squirming, grunting, howling...then crying* setsuna: *humming and rubbing his head* Emine: *crying* "Why did she hate me?" setsuna:...*rubbing his back* Emine: *whimpering, crying, clutching her* "Mama..." setsuna:...its ok emine...mother loves you so much... Shotaro: *nods* "We love you, Emine." Emine: *keeps crying, falling asleep* setsuna:....*carries him to his bed and tucks him in* Shotaro: "Will he be okay, Mom?" setsuna: i think so..i can feel he's been put through a lot of suffering in his life... Shotaro: *nods* "He has...No family for the longest time." setsuna:....*she hugs him* im so sorry showtaro.... Shotaro: "..." *nods* "I know. And I accept your apology...I just want to know you're here..." -at the campsite- Black Star: "How did another vampire find us?!" tsubaki:...it was the same magician guy.... Black Star: "Jeez. Do we have any magic person here who could, I don't know, block any more weirdos showing up?" -a ways down the river- belkia: waaaay just along the swammie riveerrrrr~ XwX -next morning- Patty: "Mmmm..." *small moan* liz: *snoring* Patty: *moan* Izuku: "Zzzz..." Black Star: *already awake, outside, fishing* liz: *snaps awake* (thinking: what the heck?) ojiro: *meditating* Patty: *moan* "Takeru..." Mineta: *somehow glued to a tree up at the top of the branches, ostensibly to guard their food from bears* fang-hua: *doing her morning aerobics* Tsukiyo: *groan, as she crawls out of the tent, covering her eyes* "Too bright..." fang-hua: *she looks up, the sun is just beginning to rise* Tsukiyo: *yawns* "What're you doin, Fang?" fang-hua: morning aerobics. i do this every morning. Tsukiyo: "Tch. Good plan for you..." *stretches, groaning* "I just feel stiff after lying in that uncomfortable tent..." *Iris is walking out of the forest, having gone in there early this morning...she is blushing* fang-hua: oh, morning iris. *she smiles* Iris: *avoiding eye contact* "M-Morning..." Tsukiyo: "???" fang-hua: are you feeling ok? Iris: *nods meekly* "I'm fine..." *looks up, trying to keep eye contact* "J-Just ready to start the day!" fang-hua:...ok then.... Iris: "I-I'll get to work now! Professor Aizawa wanted me to catalog some plants. I-I'll need someone to go with me, th-though..." fang-hua: want me to go with you? Iris: *nods* "That would help." Tsukiyo: *studying Iris, then shrugs* "Don't know what the teachers are gonna have me do--target practice, maybe?" -and so- shinra: *shuddering* Arthur: *grunt* "What's with you?" tamaki: oh come on, a little water never killed anyone. shinra: YOU TRIED TO WATERBOARD ME IN MY SLEEP WHAT THE HELL KOTATSU?!?! Arthur: "...Um, isn't that illegal now?" tamaki: i had to wake him up somehow. Relan: *glaring at Tamaki* "Why not, I don't know, shake him? Or play loud music?" tamaki: *shrug* shinra: Q-Q Relan: *glares at Tamaki, as he hands a towel to Shinra* "Come on, Shinra, you can dry quicker out of this shade and in the sun." shinra: thanks rel. tamaki: *rolls eyes* nozomi: miss tamaki would you like to take a walk with me? tamaki:...sure. Relan: *leads Shinra to sunlight near the lake* "I'm sorry about her...What's her problem?" shinra: she's always been aggressive from what i can tell…and her accidents dont help matters....cause then she takes it out on me.....*tenses* it...brings back bad memories. Relan: "Oh...I'm sorry...I don't know why she takes it out on you--or why someone doesn't tell her to stop. Or make her stop." shinra:........ Relan: "..." *awkward shoulder pat* "Hang in there. You're better than some bully like her." tamaki:......... Arthur: "Tamaki?" tamaki: yeah? Arthur: "..." *pat on shoulder* "It's okay. You're okay." Arthur: *smiles* tamaki:...thanks. Arthur: *looks around the forest with Nozomi and Tamaki* "It is nice here." tamaki: yeah.... Arthur: "..." *holds her hand* tamaki: *blush* Arthur: -\\\\- tamaki: ^^ Arthur: "..." *small kiss to her hand* tamaki: O////O Arthur: "T-Too fast?" tamaki: i-its cool... Arthur: *nods* "Sorry." tamaki: *blushing* Arthur: *continues walking, looking at her* ("She's so pretty, strong...stubborn...gorgeous...") -elsewhere- Iris: "This one is poisonous, but it can make a medicine, so..." *puts on gloves* "I will take a sample of this plant. Fang-Hua, please put on gloves, too." fang-hua: right. Iris: *removes the plant, places it into the baggie* "...Fang-Hua? Could I ask a question?" fang-hua: what is it? Iris: "Do you ever feel...uncomfortable around someone?" fang-hua: what do you mean? Iris: -\\\\- "Like you want to be close to them..." fang-hua: i dont know if i can tell you... Iris: *looking down* "I feel so ashamed..." fang-hua: whats wrong? Iris: *looking away* "I...just feel attracted to someone, and I...don't know what to do..." fang-hua: *pats her back* Iris: *shivers a little* "It's so embarrassing..." *sniff* "I...I..." -elsewhere- Iida: *holding his head* "Thanks, Momo...I feel so foolish after eating those..." momo: its ok. *pats his head* Izuku: *stretching* "Time for the trail run!" -in death city- Yumi: *putting Christa and Shiori in their bath* christa: ^o^ shiori: hehe~ Yumi: *holds up rubber ducky at Christa* "Quack quack!" *holds up little toy boat for Shiori* "Toot toot!" shiori: ^w^ lord death: so sweet... Yumi: "They're getting along so well." lord death: >w< Yumi: *smiles* "You're squeeing with joy, aren't you, Death?" lord death: it reminds me of little baby kiddo~! Yumi: "...Want to look at baby photos after this?" lord death: *nods* Yumi: *washing Shiori* "Could you help me with Christa?" lord death: of course. -later, elsewhere- Hibana: *groaning* "Ouch..." gabriella: coffee, princess? Hibana: *nods* "I would, thank you. Man, you gave me a workout..." -at the dokeshi house- Yohei: *holds a hand softly over Chie's stomach* chie: *rubbing her stomach* *she has a sweater with a little pumpkin where the baby is* Yohei: "How's li'l pumpkin doin'?" chie: doing good. Yohei: *whispers to her belly* "Be safe, kiddo." chie: *she smiles* Yohei: "We'll be here when you're born. And we love you so much." -elsewhere- Akitaru: ("Nozomi...Why didn't you tell me?") maki: still worked up over that i see.... Akitaru: "Wh-What?" maki: you had that look on your face... Akitaru: "..." *sighs* "Yeah." maki:...*she pats his back* Akitaru: "Why didn't she tell me?" maki: she did mention her dad...but to think its this guy of all people.... Akitaru: "I feel awful...I feel so bad for her." maki:..... -at camp- Kid: *holds Stocking's hand* stocking: i love you kid. so much. Kid: *nods* "I love you, too." *hugs her* stocking: U/////U Kid: "I'm sorry about yesterday. Let's try to make today enjoyable." stocking: want to go for a swim in the lake? Kid: *nods* "I would like that." stocking: great! -And so, one swimwear change later- Kid: *dips a toe in the lake* "Hmm...Nice and cool..." *goes into the lake* stocking: *in a nice black one-piece with white polka dots, with her hair in a ponytail* wee! *she jumps in with him* hehe! Kid: *catches her, laughing as he twirls her around* "Lovely suit." stocking: thank you~ hehe~ Kid: *swims with her* stocking: *she smiles* Kid: *swims down, picks her up and spins her in the air* stocking: hehe~ ^///^ Kid: *smiles at her* "You look great, with the sun behind you...Like a picture." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: *sets her down, and swims with her...then tickles her side* stocking: ah! *giggles* k-kid! Kid: "Ha ha..." *hugs her, swimming, as they pass along the shore* stocking: this is nice. Kid: *nods* "Very relaxing...I always love swimming with you." stocking: its nice.... well, seems we got company. Kid: "???" liz: hey guys! kilik: we interrupting you two lovebirds? Patty: "Come on, Takeru! Into the water!" takeru: *dip dip* Black Star: "Yahoo!" *swings on a rope into the water* hito:...*staying out of the water* hito: *goes to retrieve wetsuit* Izuku: *swimming around* Patty: "Come on, Takeru! I got ya!" Meme: *wearing a two-piece, approaches Hito* "Not diving in?" hito: i need to retrieve my suit. Meme: *smiles* "Did you bring it with you?" hito: its in my tent. if you excuse me... Meme: *nods, then waves at Mio* mio: *in an inner tube shaped like a donut* hito: *going to the tent* Anya: *swimming on her back in the lake* Spirit: *watches Hito going to the tent* *to Marie* "Looks like Hito's going to get some R&R for a bit." -and so- Meme: *swimming along Mio's inner tube* -back at the tents- shinra: hey! yasunoki! hito: !!! kusakabe sir! Arthur: "Um..." *hesitant salute* shinra: we were just about to change into our swim trunks, want to come with? hito: thats fine...i'd prefer to change by myself. Arthur: *nods* "Well, we'll see you out there--" *small chuckle* "Can't wake to see Tamaki~" hito: ..... shinra:.... Arthur: *walks a few paces, then feels his necklace around his neck* "Oh, shoot! I should put this back in the tent." *turns back* hito: *looking for a spot* !!! oh, hello again... Arthur: "Hey. Just leaving my necklace here--" *puts it into his backpack, noticing Hito* "You okay?" hito: yeah, just looking for a spot to change into my wetsuit. shinra: for a lake? hito: yeah, cant be too cautious of germs. Arthur: "...'Germs'?" ("Maybe they got immune deficiency or something...") Arthur: "Well, if you're shy about us being in the tent, we'll just head out--go change." shinra: come to think of it, you were wearing at the pool too. Arthur: "Oh, yeah..." hito: um...i have scars. shinra: hey, we wont judge. Arthur: *nods in agreement* hito: well.... its really embarrassing to talk about- Arthur: "???" shinra: what do you mean? hito:....*looks around*....*sigh* commander honda and noto are the only ones who know about this...promise you wont tell anyone else, especially the others in the 2nd? shinra: sure, yasunoki. Arthur: *nods* hito: *sighs* the truth is.....im actually a girl. Arthur: "..." o_O shinra:...really? thats it? hito: yeah. my full name is Hitomi Yasunoki. Arthur: "So...You're passing as a boy...why?" hito: the yasunoki family has served as military officers for generations, the past 2 working in the 2nd brigade...i never had any brothers, and since the 2nd is mostly male, i wanted to be taken seriously by my fellow soldiers. Arthur: "Huh...But girls are taken seriously in the Brigade. I mean look at Tamaki--" *pause* "..." shinra: take maki for example. she's pretty strong. Arthur: *nods fervently* hito: true, but i want to respect my family's legacy. and to be honest, i like doing this, even if i dont see myself as a man. Arthur: "..." *nods* "Then...that's good. Um, we'll keep your secret. Promise!" -elsewhere- Shinoda: *holding flowers* lin: what are those for? *she's in a frankenstein's monster style lolita dress* Shinoda: "A peace offering...Maybe this can help earn a bit of forgiveness..." lin: ah, i see. Shinoda: "Wish me luck..." *heads off to find Nea* nea: *reading in the den* Shinoda: *walks into the den, holding the flowers in front of him* nea: ?? hmm? Shinoda: "Hello." *holds the flowers out to her* "These flowers cannot compare to your beauty, so I thought I'd give them an example to aspire to." nea: *tiny blush and puts them on the mantle* they look nice. Shinoda: "Indeed. What are you reading?" nea: not much. Shinoda: *sits on the couch, leaving a space between them* "I know a new used bookstore that opened." nea: really now? Shinoda: *nods* "Quite a selection in genres, some rare older texts, too." nea: ah. Shinoda: "Would you be interested? Perhaps we could go together." nea: im kind of busy with stuff with week. Shinoda: "Oh...Maybe next week?" nea: ...ill think about it. Shinoda: *small smile, as he stands to leave the den* nea:....*faint smile* Emine: *watching Shinoda leaving the den* lin: aww. Emine: "??? What? She just turned him down." lin: *whispers* i could see her smiiiiliiiiing~ Emine: "...Hmm..." *whispers* "That's surprising." -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Hey, Mana--would this work for the baby shower?" *holds up a baby's onesie designed like a giraffe's skin* mana: it's cute. Shotaro: "Hee hee..." Cashier: *whispering to another* "Aren't they young?" mana: O///O i-ts for our friends! Shotaro: "???" *shrugs, as he holds up maternity dress* "Dude...I should put this on!" mana: *says nothing* -at the camp- Patty: *stretches* "Really good swim!" tsubaki: *she smiles and begins walking along the trail* Black Star: "Hey, Tsubaki, wait up!" Bakugo: *napping under a tree* -up the trail- tamaki: *inhales* this is nice. nozomi: *examining the plant life* Black Star: *looking around* "Yeah. Great view down into the forest." stocking: its nice. Aoyama: "Quite~" Black Star: *double take* "When did you show up?" Aoyama: "Shhhh...It's a secret." stocking: ....... shinra: *calls out* arthur is a loser! Aoyama: *chuckles* -hes down a ways- echo: arthur is a loser-loser-loser-loser Arthur: "WHO SAID THAT?!" *removes Excalibur* "Face me, bodiless voice!" sayu: lemme try something! 'you can shop at five or six stores, or just one!' echo: just one-just one-just one-just one... Black Star: "BLACK STAR IS THE BEST!" Echo: "..." stocking:.....*whispers something* echo: kid's got a fine booty-booty-booty-booty Kid: o\\\\\\o Patty: "Ha ha ha!" -elsewhere in the camp- soul: ...... Izuku: *doing push-ups as punishment by Aizawa for coming in last in a race* "Darn it..." *Wind blowing gently in the camp* soul:....*smiles* *Wind feels comforting around Soul, given the bright sun outside* Izuku: *panting* "Just 100 more push-ups..." vivian: so how much longer will we be on this trip? just curious. Aizawa: "Two more days..." vivian: ah, i see. Aizawa: "..." *glances* "You okay?" vivian: yes. just a slight bit homesick. but i am having fun, i dont usually get the opportunity to do things like this. Aizawa: *nods* "It is a nice change of weather and surroundings...but don't treat it as too much fun. There are still other exercises to complete..." Izuku: "..." *tries to use One for All to quicken his push-ups* Aizawa: *Erase* Izuku: *face-plant onto the ground* Aizawa: "100 more push-ups." Izuku: *muffled grunt* vivian: *sweatdrop* (thinking: i wonder if he can use that ability on people with ignition abilities?) Aizawa: *glances at Soul* "Is he asleep?" vivian: appears so Aizawa: "Hmm...Best let him rest." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *firing icicles at targets* yuu: well done, todoroki. ryuuko: *shooting fire feathers at the targets* mikami: *claps* Iris: "Tsuyu, how are you hitting the targets today?" tsuyu: platforming. sayaka: kind of like frogger? tsuyu: yes. Spirit: "Ha! Retro." Iris: "...???" -at the river- Anya: *just putting her feet into the water* takeru: *trying to fish* Meme: *swimming again* "So cool..." ef: *just watching birds* Meme: *feels something touch her foot* "AAAAH!" ef: ?! Meme: "I think I just had a slimy fish hit my foot!" Anya: ._. *steps out of water* tsugumi: *wince of sympathy* oooh... Meme: *nervous laugh* "At least Takeru should be able to catch a fish, then..." takeru: *he caught a fish* i-i did it! Meme: "Yay!" *claps hands* Anya: "Hmm..." *studying the fish* "Odd specimen." tsugumi: i think thats a crucian carp...that was a.....crucial catch! Anya and Meme: T_T; tsugumi: *forced smile and sweats* ao: hehehe~ Carp: *frowning* -elsewhere- Tokoyami: "...Eijirou? How did you get stuck at the top of a tree?" eijiro: i have no idea to be honest. Tokoyami: "Okay, hang on...I'll get you down..." kirika: *watching* Tokoyami: *Dark Shadow reaches and pulls Eijiro down by the back of his shirt, lowering him slowly to the ground* eijiro: thank you. ^^ Tokoyami: "You're welcome. Come along, we have our next assignment: it's a teamwork exercise on trust." eijiro: awesome! -back at school- Yumi: *visiting to check on former students* -a child answers- child: who is it? Yumi: *waves* "Hi. I'm Death Scythe Yumi Azusa. Are your parents home?" child: i think so. mama! theres someone here to talk to you! Yumi: *waits at the door, looking around the entrance* -its a nice family home, seems to house at least 3 children- Yumi: *smiles at the look of it* mother: hmm? oh, you're, yumi azusa, right? verona katterwahl, we had zoology class together. Yumi: *slight bow* "Yes. It's good to see you again, Verona. I'm sorry for dropping in like this." verona: its not a problem. want something to drink? Yumi: "Water?" verona: *she smiles* -a few minutes later, pictures are being shown- verona: heres me and james during our honeymoon, and this is charlie, our oldest, on his first day of school... Yumi: "Aww! He looks ready for classes." verona: *she smiles* and here we are on our vacation to the rockies. little lily was just a baby then. Yumi: "How old is Lily now?" verona: she just turned 6 years old last month. Yumi: *smiles at the photo of baby Lily* "Reminds me of our Shiori." verona: i heard about that. if you told me years ago that you would be married to the headmaster, i would have laughed right in your face... lifes a funny thing, huh? Yumi: *small laugh, blush* "I...You know how you can be both surprised by something, yet it also makes sense in a weird way? I know it's odd to say...but I was attracted to Death for so long, and as we worked together..." *covers her face a bit in embarrassment* "Ugh, I was hot for our teacher..." verona: *chuckles* aw, how cute. Yumi: *still blushing but smiling* "Being with Death...has made me so happy. And we have a family." verona: speaking of, how is kid? Yumi: He is doing well. He'll be finishing school soon...He also has a girlfriend that he's crazy about." LK: verona: ooh how sweet. Yumi: *nods* "They are so adorable." *opens phone, shows photo of Stocking and Kid with Shiori* verona: ah, i see. she seems like a lovely young lady. Yumi: *nods* "She's very sweet...and has quite a sweet tooth." -elsewhere- Tuhl: *playing with Io in the playpen* io: gugu! saki: *smiling* Tuhl: *holds up a toy cow* "What sound does the cow make, Io?" io: muu! Tuhl: "Yes! Mooooooo!" *shakes the cow at Io* "Moo!" io: ^o^ Tool: "Ha ha...Smart kid." saki: *she smiles* Tuhl: *picks up Io, waving their hand at Saki* "Say hi to Mama." io: mama! saki: hi sweetie~ *wave* Tuhl: *brings Io to Saki...smiles at both of them* io: *pointing to tuhl* papa! Tuhl: "..." *blush* "Um...S-Sure? If your mama..." saki: *smiles at him* Tuhl: "...doesn't mind me _being_ a father figure..." -elsewhere- Patty: "Mighty big catch you made today, Takeru! I'm so proud of my big guy!" takeru: *scratching his head* thanks... Patty: *smiles, as she starts eating the fish they are cooking* "Tasty, too! How much cooking do you do?" takeru:...*has a bag full of sweet potatoes* kyouko:... Patty: *mouth full* "Where did those come from?" takeru: well, i am from a family of potato farmers... kyouko: *remembering cooking sweet potatoes with her sister and father*...dad.... Patty: *swallows* "Cool deal! Can't wait to have one!" Crona: *looking at Kyouko* kyouko: *rubs her eyes and sniffs* i-im ok...just thinking... Crona: "..." *pats Kyouko's shoulder* kyouko:...thanks chrona.. Crona: *smiles, nods* Patty: *watching Takeru cooking...smiling* madoka: *she nods*... Rin: "...Hey, Kyouko? I'm really glad you're here." kyouko:...*smiles* thanks rin. sayaka: we're glad you're here too! *hug* Rin: *laughs as he joins in the hug* -elsewhere- Kid: *lying in tent* stocking: zzzzzz..... Kid: *hugs her as he sleeps alongside her* -morning- sayaka: happy birthday madoka! madoka: *smiling* Crona: *blushing, holding a wrapped present...* madoka: oh, thank you. *she seems happy* Crona: *smiles, nods* -later that day- madoka: *kisses rin on the cheek* thanks rin. Rin: *blush* "Ah, no big deal! Happy b-day!" Crona: *watching* sayaka: awwww! *shiny eyes* -elsewhere- Iris: *fidgeting* tamaki: you sure you're ok? Iris: *nervous smile* "Y-Yes! I'm fine...I was thinking about swimming maybe..." tamaki: ah. Iris: *grabs her swimsuit and starts walking away* -elsewhere- Relan: *waves at Soul* "All set for trust exercises?" soul: yeah... *holding arms out* Aizawa: "Hang on...Relan, come with me..." Relan: "???" *holds up a finger to Soul, indicating "One moment..."* -Later- Relan: *looking down from 50 feet in the air, down at Soul* D: Aizawa: *shouts down to Soul* "So, you're going to catch Relan from this 50 feet cliff fall! Okay?!" soul: O-O;;; Relan: "I protest! This is insane! This is not safe at all! I am not going to--" Aizawa: "Hear that, Soul! He doesn't trust you!" Relan: "I DON'T TRUST GRAVITY!" Aizawa: "..." *push* Relan: "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" *falling towards Soul* soul: O_O;;;;;;; Aizawa: "Tokoyami, Yuu, Ochako: now!" ochako: *gravity* yuu: *levitate* Tokoyami: *lifts up Soul closer to Relan* soul: woah! Relan: *the gravity/levitation manipulation slows his descent--as he lands safely in Soul's arms* Aizawa: "Good work, Tokoyami, Yuu, and Ochako. Soul, you as well. Relan, trust your teachers more." Relan: Q~Q ("Shinra...Help...") -elsewhere- Iris: *had walked all the way to the river...then walked all the way back to the tent when she remembered she hadn't changed, then walked from the tent to the river in her swimsuit, now finally swimming* "Where is my head today...?" shinra: hey iris. *wave* Iris: o\\\\o "H-Hi..." shinra: you ok? Iris: "Fine!" *tries to keep just her neck and head above water* "Um...What have you been up to?" shinra: camping stuff. arthur got a beetle in his pants, haha! Iris: *nervous laugh* "That's pretty funny...Um...Have you enjoyed swimming here so far?" shinra: yeah. its nice. Iris: "...Did you want to hop in? The water feels nice right now." shinra: sure *he steps in* Iris: ("Ever since he was in that thong...He looks so handsome...") *smiles, blushes, swims along with him* "How long have you swum?" shinra: swam? well, occasionally. Iris: *nods* "I...had a lot of problems swimming. But being here in the 8th has helped!" shinra:...*smiles* Iris: "..." *staring at his face* "You look...happy." shinra: *tiny blush* y-you too... Iris: *nods, smiles* "I...like being around you..." shinra: i like that too..b-being around you.... ./////. Iris: "..." *smiles...splashes a bit of water at him* shinra: hey! haha! Iris: *splashes a bit more, before seizing his hand by accident* shinra:.... (thinking: OHMYGODIMHOLDINGHANDSWITHAGIRLANDWEREBOTHHALFNAKEDAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!) Iris: o\\\\\o "...You have nice skin." ("...D'oh!") shinra: you too.... *SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE* Iris: "Thank you...I made sure to put on sunscreen so I wouldn't burn...but then I'm getting tanlines during this trip..." ("OH MY SOL, STOP TALKING, IRIS!") shinra:.....WARK! *covers his mouth* -his ignition ability kicks in a little- Iris: " 'Wark'?" O_____O "You're on fire!" shinra: !!!! *jumps out of the water* *panting* woah that was close, i almost boiled us to a criiiiiiiii--- O////////////////////////////O;;;;; Iris: o\\\\\\\o shinra: *faints+nosebleed* Iris: *covering her chest and screams bloody murder* -elsewhere- Arthur: *in his boxers, still shaking bugs out of his pants* "Did you hear a scream?" tamaki: *goes to check*.....for some reason im not shocked at this. Iris: *blushing hard* "Nothing happened! Shinra just...um...had an accident." tamaki: sure. Iris: *glare at Tamaki, as she wades out of the water* "Just help me carry him back to camp...* -later- stocking: *enjoying smores* mmmmm~<3 Kid: *smiling* "You have a little marshmallow dripping..." stocking: *licking it* did i get it? Kid: *studies her...drags finger along her cheek to get last bit--and licks it* "Now." stocking: O////O Kid: *smirks* "All cleaned up~" stocking: >/////< Kid: "So cute..." *holds her hand* "I...am happy." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: *smiles back* "I look forward to heading home, but I also am happy for the time we have had here..." *whispers* "A little bit more time..." stocking: *blushing* Kid: *rests his head on her shoulder* stocking: *nuzzle* Kid: *kisses her cheek* stocking: hehe~ -morning- Kid: "Mmmm~" stocking: zzzz..... Kid: *nuzzles against her* stocking: *yawwn* mornin... Kid: "Good morning, beautiful." *kisses her cheek* stocking: *she smiles* Kid: "Feel good?" stocking: yeah.. -and so- Patty: "All packed! How 'bout you, Sis and Takeru?" liz: yep. takeru: yeah. Patty: *smiles at both of them* Iris: *downcast, as she carries bag to bus* shinra: iris- sorry about last nights incident.. Iris: *looks away, even-voice* "I accept your apology. Thank you." *keeps walking* -later- Stein: *driving along the road* "We'll be staying overnight at Carson City--home of the inventor of the Ferris Wheel with a view of Lake Tahoe." tsuyu: neat. kinoko: dude, thats rad. Izuku: *taking notes of the road trip back* Iida: "Hmm...A Ferris Wheel ride to see the lake would be appealing." -in another bus- stocking: *checking her phone* Patty: "Any good messages, Stocking?" stocking: just looking at pics. Patty: *looks over her shoulder* "Aw, that's a cute one of you and Kiddo." stocking: *she smiles* yeah. Patty: "Could you text me that one?" *points to one of Takeru* stocking: sure. Patty: *smiles* Todoroki: *looking out the window* -later, in carson city- Anya: o__O "There are Ferris Wheels everywhere...even the hotel is in the shape of a Ferris wheel..." -back in death city- Yumi: *hugs Death* "It was nice to catch up with a classmate." lord death: *he smiles* Yumi: *kisses him* "It's...odd to realize how much older I've become since graduation...and to see our children..." lord death: and soon, kid will be graduating too... Yumi: "Then Kirika...Before we know it, Shiori..." *pats his side* lord death: *he smiles* Yumi: *kisses his lips lightly* "Thank you so much." -elsewhere- chie: *BLEARGH* ugh... Emine: *cleaning the kitchen table* Yohei: *rubs her back* "It's okay..." chie: *crying* i hate thiiiis i hate being siiiick... Yohei: "I know, Babe...Please, hang in there...It'll be over soon." chie: *sniff* uuugh april cant get here any faster TT~TT Yohei: *holds her* "I know...One day at a time..." Emine: *hearing the noise of Chie* "..." *removes bottle of ginger ale from the fridge, pours some over ice* chie: ......*purring* Emine: "I have brought ginger ale." *holds it out to Yohei and Chie* chie: thank you- Yohei: "Wait...What did you do to it?" Emine: "...Nothing." chie: bullsh*t! Emine: "I swear, I did nothing. I already did my bad deed, and I am not in any mood to upset a pregnant woman." chie: you better be telling the truth....or so help me *wraps a shadow tentacle around his neck* i will break you so hard, it will be like you were never here. Yohei: o_____O Emine: *sweating and scared* Shotaro: "He's telling the truth, Chie! I saw him pouring!" Emine: "He saw me pouring!" chie:...*she lets go* *pat pat* good job. chie: *snuggles yohei* i love you honey~<3 Shotaro: o______o Emine: o______o Yohei: *snuggles back* "You wonderful woman..." chie: hehehehe~<3 -shoujo sparkles and flowers- mono: *gags* Emine: *seizes Mono, visibly afraid of Chie* "Quiet, you fool! Do not incur her wrath!" mono:...what? and dont touch me! Emine: *drags Mono and Shotaro out of the room* "We must hide!" -elsewhere- Iris: *tossing in her hotel bed* "Mmm..." tamaki: *watching a movie on the tv* Iris: "Mmm...Wh-" *turns--and falls out of bed* "...Ow." tamaki: you ok? Iris: "Um...Yes." *nods* "I just had...quite a dream." tamaki: ah. want to watch? Iris: *wraps blanket around herself* "Uh huh..." *sits by Tamaki* tamaki: *she smiles* nozomi: *finished getting changed and sits next to them* tamaki: your hair looks really nice down. nozomi: oh. thank you miss tamaki. Iris: *nods* "I agree, Nozomi." nozomi: *she smiles* Iris: *looking at the film* "Have either of you seen this one before?" tamaki: nah, just something on tv i guess. Iris: *blushing a bit at the romance* "The music is certainly...on the nose." -in another room- Patty: *drying her hair with a towel* "Good to have a real shower again!" liz: yeah. soul: *watching tv* Patty: "Who's up for the next shower?" *in a robe and lying on her and Liz's bed* liz: i'm up next! soul already took his. Patty: "Enjoy! Plenty of hot water, too!" *picks up phone, looking at it* "How you liking the room, Soul?" soul: not bad. Patty: "Yeah, comfy beds, good showers..." *looks out the window* "...Ferris Wheel right outside the window..." soul:..... Patty: *flicking through her phone, then looks at Soul* "You okay?" soul: yeah. -in another room- shinra: *in the bath* Relan: *in awe of the room* "This is amazing! Such comfortable beds! TV with cable and movies! And even snacks!" Arthur: *reading a book while laying in bed* "They charge a lot for each snack..." Relan: o_o *puts snacks back* shinra: *relaxing* Arthur: "Jeez, how much longer can one guy take a bath?" Relan: -\\\\\- shinra: ..... Relan: "..." *walks to door, knocks* "Okay in there, Shinra?" shinra: !! um yeah! Relan: *nods from outside, as his hand hits the knob* "Just wanted to make sure--" *his hand slips along the knob, opening the door and causing Relan to stumble in...* shinra: O/////O shinra: you ok? Relan: "Ow..." *picks himself up off the floor* "Yeah. Sorry. I guess I opened the d--" *looks up to see Shinra* "..." o\\\\o shinra: O//////////////////////////O kyaaaaa! Relan: "AAAH!" Arthur: *walking towards the open door* "What's with all the yelling--" *slips on wet towel* -he landed in- shinra: AHHHHH!!! Arthur: "Ugh! Damn it, Shinra!" *spits water* "Why'd you leave a wet towel on the floor?!" Relan: *waters splashes onto Relan, and falls onto the floor* "Arthur! Stop moving...I can help you out." -and so- shinra: .//////////////////. this bath did not go as expected. Arthur: -\\\\\\\- *no kidding* Relan: o\\\\\\\\\o ("...This is...Heaven...") shinra: *blushing* r-rel… Relan: "Wh-What?" Arthur: *glancing at the others...and including downstairs* *Their wet clothes are hanging over the shower rod* shinra: your getting pretty close..... (thinking: THIS IS SO WEIRD AND IT FEELS NICE AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS!) Relan: "Oh! Um...Sorry." *doesn't move a second too long...then moves back, bumping into Arthur* Arthur: "Hey! Watch it!" *shoves Relan--* shinra: ah- Relan: O___O *SMOOCH* shinra: O////////////////////////////////////////////O Arthur: ._. Relan: o\\\\\\o "..." *pulls back, slowly, his hands on Shinra's chest...as he slides a bit along them* "I'm...sorry?" shinra: *flustered* um.... (thinking: holy shit im bi.) Arthur: ._. "..." *stands up, walks out of the bath without a towel to dry himself, dripping wet as he exits the bathroom and shuts the door behind him* Relan: "...Shinra. I'm sorry." shinra: i-i-its fine....it felt...pleasent....i guess.... 7////7; Relan: "Really?!!" *smiling widely...then clears his throat* "I mean...Really? Um...It was...That was...Shinra...That was pleasant for me..." Relan: *staring at Shinra's body, smiling* "You are...very handsome." shinra: ./////. its going to be so awkward telling iris. Relan: "..." *sad* "Tell Iris...what?" shinra: *nervous* i mean, i dont want to hurt either of you...maybe...it could be a threesome relationship? Relan: o______o "You...would want to be in a relationship with me...at all?" *starts crying* "Sh-Shinra...No one ever wanted to be in a re-relationship with me..." shinra: well, i guess since i dont know you that much, i might want to...i feel really bad about all that happened...i want to make it up to you. both of you. Relan: *nods* "Uh huh...Um...I-I'm not...into girls...but...I like you...and I...I..." *holds his hand* "I want to take things at a good pace...I don't know what I'm supposed to do. But I like you...a lot." shinra: *he nods* did you...want to kiss again? Relan: ._. "Yes, please." shinra: *leans in* *smooch* >///////< Relan: *soft kiss back, as he hugs Shinra* "Mmmm..." ("This is all I ever wanted...Thank you, Shinra...") -elsewhere- Arthur: *still wet, standing in middle of the room naked* "How the fuck do I explain this to anyone?" tamaki: hey arthu-..... O_O;; Arthur: "...I can explain. I was giving Shinra privacy with--" -and aoyama waltzes in...- Aoyama: oh my~<3 tamaki: HE WAS NAKED WHEN I GOT HERE! Aoyama: "...NAVEL NUDE BLAST!" *boom, as he is now de-clothed* "We doing this?" Arthur: ._. tamaki: *backing up* oh dear sweet lord- -meanwhile- Iris: "Ah...ah..." *whimper, pant* "Shinra..." ("He would be holding my hips, rocking me, and then in front of me I would be sucking Relan--") "..." *eyes break open* "OH MY SOL! Did I just think that?!" -elsewhere- tamaki: *snaps awake* O-O what the heck...?? Iris: *exiting the bathroom, turning off the light, looking really shocked by something she just realized* "Um...You awake, too, huh?" tamaki: yeah, i just had a weird dream.... Iris: "O-Oh? I...kinda did too..." tamaki: ......... *looks at nozomi* Iris: *looks too* nozomi: *asleep* Iris: "...I'm going to try to get back to sleep..." *pulling off her pajama pants and underwear to change into new ones...* tamaki:...... O_O;;; Iris: *puts on new underwear and a new pair of pajama pants...* "...Um...good night?" -in shinra's room- Relan: "Where is Arthur?" *spots a note...* shinra: ?? Arthur's note: "I went to Stein and got a room change. You're on your own." Relan: o\\\\o "Arthur got another room..." shinra:....did you want to make out a little more or nah? Relan: "...Could we lie in bed, snuggle? I-I've never snuggled with anyone." shinra: o-oh... *lays down* Relan: "..." *lays down beside Shinra, unsure how to hug him* "Um...Am I...Do my arms go over or under you?" shinra: i guess whatever you feel comfortable with..im kinda new to this myself... Relan: "..." *puts his arm under him, and one over him* "It's obvious I'm a virgin, isn't it?" shinra: same here... Relan: *blush, smile* "Yeah...I really like you...You're so kind, strong...You put up with how much of a loser I am..." shinra: hey, your not a loser, just a little shy, but thats fine. Relan: "..." *looks away* "I've been a loser since I was born...I don't even know why the 3rd ever took me in..." shinra: ....*hug* if the 3rd doesnt work out, then there's always room in the 8th...we took in tamaki after she was kicked out of the 1st brigade... Relan: "Y-You would do that? I mean...Everyone in the 3rd is so nice and welcoming, but what you say means..." *cries* "It means so much! Why are people here kind? I'm not worth it." shinra: hey, its ok... (thinking: then again, the only people i really know from the 3rd are Ryuuko and Mikami....mikami fits the description, but ryuuko......its iffy) Relan: *lies in his arms* "...You have strong arms." shinra: t-thanks... but they're kind of whimpy compared to arthur and the commanders... im pretty much a twig compared to them. Relan: "Really? ..." *small squeeze of Shinra's upper arm* "This feels nice." shinra: a-ahh! *blush* s-sorry....i guess im still a little flustered... Relan: *nods* "I am too..." *leans into his ear* "I was when I saw...your penis." shinra: O//////////////////////////////////////////////////O Relan: *sees his blush* "I ruined the moment, didn't I?" shinra: no-no! its fine... (thinking: I DIDNT EVEN LOOK AT HIS!) *small glance before looking away from it* Relan: "...Um...You can look if you want..." shinra: *gulps* are you sure? i mean, its your body, and i dont want to make you rush into it if you dont want to- Relan: "It-It's fine! I mean, you showed me yours...I want to show you mine." shinra: well, if you're certain... Relan: *nods, as he pulls back a bit so Shinra can see...* shinra: *blushing* ah...!! i should take mine off too, i dont want to make you feel awkward! (thinking: WHAT AM I DOING?!) Relan: o\\\o "Th-That makes sense..." *pulls off his towel, now lying naked...* shinra: *looking down* O////O (thinking: OH GOD WHY DO I HAVE A BONER NOW OF ALL TIMES?!?!) *sweats* Relan: o\\\\\\\o "Shinra, you're so hard right now!" *slaps his hands over his face* "Sorry, that was stupid to say!" *now he's getting hard...* shinra: WARK! *covering face* Relan: "..." *embarrassed laugh* "We're so nervous right now, aren't we?" shinra: yeah..n-no kidding.... i never thought my first time would be with a guy- *covers his mouth* Relan: "...'First time'? Are we...Does this mean we...?" shinra: i-i-i dont know...im not even sure if im ready for that...i got nervous and spoke without thinking.... .//////. Relan: "...Could I at least...touch it?" shinra: ....o-ok.... Relan: *hesitantly lets his hand go down...his fingers just lightly tickle the top of his member* shinra: ah-ahhH~! >////< *hips jerk up* Relan: *pulls his hand back* "SORRY!" shinra: i-its fine...im still new to this...it felt....good. Relan: "...Would you...want to touch...mine?" shinra: you sure? Relan: *nods* shinra:.... *gently strokes up the shaft* like that? (thinking: hopefully books maki leaves around should help...maybe) Relan: *groaning* "Aaaa-aaaaah...Y-Yes...Y-You're hand feels g-g-great..." shinra: *gulps* (thinking: i think thats normal) *soft strokes* y-you can keep going too. Relan: *nervous smile* "I would love to..." *returns to touch Shinra's, a little more confident this time, as his hand strokes as Shinra's is* "Aaaah..." shinra: mmmmn! *clutching onto his shoulder with the other hand* f-feels good... Relan: *leaning his forehead against Shinra's neck* "Great...K-Keep going, p-please? Don't stop..." *continues working on Shinra* shinra: *going a little faster, rubbing the tip* Relan: *smiling* "Y-Yeah! The tip is great! Wh-Where should I put my hand?" shinra: um....did you...want to suck on it? i mean...i'm just going by what i've read... Relan: *nervous lip-lick* "I-I would...D-Do you mind? I-I won't bite..." shinra: i-its fine... Relan: *moves Shinra's hand gently away from his member...as he guides Shinra to lie on his back, holding Shinra's knees apart as he gets a look at his package...* o\\\\\\o ("I never thought this would happen...I-I can do this...") *opens his mouth lightly, as he kisses along Shinra's thighs before kissing his tip* shinra: a-ahhhh~!! *small squirt* ./////. s-sorry! i got nervous! Relan: *small cough, as he pulls back* "It-It's okay...I feel close to c-cumming, too..." shinra: y-you can keep going then.... Relan: "O-Okay..." *returns to kissing his member...then slowly putting his lips around the tip and down the shaft, slowly* shinra: nnnngh....*closing his eyes, feeling the sensations* Relan: *bobbing his head slowly along Shinra, slowly picking up the pace as his tongue slides along him...his fingers tickle along Shinra's testicles* shinra: ah! *his hips jerk up* Relan: *continues working, feeling Shinra get harder in him...* ("This is incredible! He's so big! I wanted this so long, and now...") shinra: mmmmnnn c-close..... Relan: *long lick along his shaft* shinra: *back arches* f-fuu-ahhhhh!!! *squirting* Relan: *catches some of it in his mouth, some landing on his face* "Aaah..." shinra: *panting and shuddering* ah......that...felt really great... Relan: "R-Really? I didn't suck at it?" shinra: well, you did suck me off- .....sorry, i was trying to make a joke....that just sounded so stupid *embarrassed facepalm* Relan: *laughs* "N-No, I got the joke. It was funny. Ha." *takes a towel--he doesn't know whose--and starts wiping cum off his face* shinra: *laughing until he is crying* thanks...im glade i made you happy.... Relan: "??? You're crying..." *hugs Shinra* "Are you okay?" shinra: yeah...just having a lot of emotions......should i repay the favor? Relan: o\\\\o "O-Only if you want to...I mean, are you okay?" shinra: hey, its only fair, right? Relan: "..." *lies on his back* "L-Like this?" shinra: yeah..... *he rubs relan's thighs gently, noticing small faded scars* rel.... Relan: *looks away* "I...I haven't had...I got...hurt..." shinra:....if you want want to explain it now, you dont have to.... *kissing along the scars* Relan: *squirming under his touch* "They're sensitive...but...fuck...That feels so good..." shinra: *gentle kisses* its ok relan....i want to make you feel better... *gulps and softly kisses the tip* Relan: "..." *cries a little* "Please make me feel good? I...I h-hurt myself a lot...'cause I thought I was...wrong." shinra: ok.... *sucking tenderly* Relan: *wiping away his tears, moaning softly, feeling himself grow harder* "I-I..." *places his hands along Shinra's head* "...Soft..." shinra: *lick lick kiss* Relan: *he's twitching* -\\\\\\- "A-ah! I-I'm so close...P-Please? I-I want to...go..." shinra: *suck suck suck* Relan: *twitch, twitch--* "AAAAAH!" *he ejaculates* shinra: *taking it all in his mouth* >/////< *swallowing* t-tastes strange.... Relan: "N-Not wrong, is it? I-I mean you tasted great...Weird, but so t-tasty?" shinra: i guess.....im still new to this.... Relan: "I-I thought you were great..." *holds his hands along Shinra's hips* "You were s-so...attentive. I-I never h-had something like that." shinra: *hugs him* i wanted you to feel happy...so...did you want to talk about stuff? i want to know you more. Relan: *blushes, hugging him back, smiling* "Um...What would you like to know? Maybe...books we like? Foods?" shinra: well, i do like ramen. hamburgers, anything with a warm temperature i guess. Relan: "Ice cream?" shinra: i guess, i dont really dislike any food in particular. what about you? Relan: "...I like cheese. I never got to have pizza much, but I love it. I didn't get to eat sugary cereals as a kid, so I've had more of that. Okay, um...Do you have pets?" shinra: not really. Relan: "...Do you mind pet rats?" shinra: i dont have any problem with rats. say, i heard you have a pet rat, right? Relan: *smiles, nods* "Yeah. His name is Buttons. The Commander let me keep him, the others in the 3rd like him." shinra: ah, thats nice. *he smiles* Relan: *small laugh* "I like your smile." shinra: *blush* you too. Relan: *blushing* "No one ever said that before...Thank you." shinra:...*reaches to brush relans hair back from his covered eye* Relan: .____. shinra: s-should i? Relan: "..." *nods* "Y-Yes..." shinra:...*he does so* Relan: "..." *blushes* "H-How do I...look? Weird, huh?" shinra: you...you look cute. Relan: .\\\\\. "...No one ever called me that." shinra:....rel...*frowns* did you-...were you bullied a lot? Relan: "..." *nods* shinra:...*kisses his forehead* i know what its like....to be mistreated.....when my mom died, my grandmother...*sighs* she abused me a lot. Relan: *holds onto Shinra, gently* "That's...I'm sorry...I'm sorry about your mom...and your grandmother..." shinra:.....sho....*trembling* Relan: "H-Hey..." *holds him in his arms gently* " 'Sho'?" shinra: ah, my little brother....he-...............he went missing. Relan: "...I'm so sorry..." shinra:.....its ok..... Relan: *holds him* "I...didn't know. Shinra...If-If there is anything I can do...to help..." shinra: ok.... Relan: *holds onto Shinra...pats along his back* "Will...Was this just, one time? Will you be here...in the morning?" shinra: of course i'll be here... Relan: *shy smile* "O-Okay...b-because you look...I mean...I-I think you look...beautiful." shinra: *blushing* thanks...you look nice too... Relan: *smiles* "Thank you..." *hugs Shinra...soft pat on his bottom* -morning, after discussing the situation with iris- shinra: you arent mad at us, are you? Iris: .\\\\\\. Relan: *squirming* Iris: "Um..." *looks around* shinra: im still thinking about how im going to tell the commander... Iris: *looks down* "Shinra...Do you remember when we went swimming, and you saw...me?" Relan: "???" shinra: .////////. i told rel about that, y-yeah... *blush* Relan: *blushing too* Iris: "...I didn't mind that...especially after thinking about...you..." *takes Shinra's hand* Relan: *downcast, sniffs, crying a little* Iris: "And you." *takes Relan's hand* Relan: "?!!" shinra: *blushing* *holds relan's hand too* Relan: o\\\\\o Iris: *meek smile* "I think...you--we can tell the Commander...that you found an answer, Shinra." shinra:...*smiles* -on the trip home- Arthur: *eyes red from lack of sleep* tamaki: arthur, you look like a mess, what happened? Arthur: "I...couldn't stand sharing the hotel room with Shinra any longer, so I asked Stein to move me to another room..." tamaki: why? you share a room with him back at the 8th. shinra: >->; (thinking: it was different this time...) Arthur: "He just got annoying, okay? We're on vacation, I could use some distance from him--that's all." Relan: *sweating* Iris: .\\\\. tamaki: ok, so you got a room swap, what of it? Arthur: *staring at Tamaki* "My new roomie was Aoyama." tamaki: *gives him a shocked look* Aoyama: *yawn* "Trust me--sleep was no picnic for me either, Sir Tushy." tamaki:....*her mind goes elsewhere* [fantasy!arthur: aoyama, we shouldnt...] [fantasy!aoyama: its ok mon amour, i'll be gentle~] [fantasy!arthur: ahhn~ aoyama~!] tamaki: O//////////////////////////////O Arthur: "???" Aoyama: *whispers to Tamaki* "I know that look~" tamaki: YOUHAVENOPROOFSHUTUP!! >////< Arthur: "???" Aoyama: *chortle* "Just give it time, chaton..." tamaki: .//////.;;; nozomi: ????????????? Aoyama: *winks at Nozomi* nozomi: e-ehh? o///o; Relan: *whispers to Shinra* "Are they always this weird?" shinra: yes. very much so. but at least tamaki isnt losing her clo- tamaki: *demonic glare* shinra: OxO;;;;;; Relan: "!!!" *hugs Shinra out of protection* shinra: *blushing* Iris: *glares at Relan, hugs Shinra, too* shinra: come on you two, be nice. Iris: *small pout, whispers* "Sorry...just takes some...getting used to..." Relan: *nods* "S-Sorry...W-We'll take our time..." shinra: *smiles* Iris: "..." *smiles, too; hugs Relan* Relan: o\\\\\o Arthur: o_____o ("Oh. My. God.") nozomi:.....*so confused* tamaki: .........learn not to ask. Aoyama: *smile of appreciation* sayu: hey look! were back! Relan: *disappointed voice* "Oh..." shinra: hey, its ok, we'll still write to you. *wink* Iris: *looking outside the bus* "??? Um...What is--" shinra:...?? Relan: o\\\\\o *THUMP THUMP THUMP along the top of the bus* Arthur: "What on earth?" shinra: ?! what the heck?! sayaka: IS IT ALIENS?! LOUDSPEAKER: "This is the 1st Brigade. We are here to escort Mikami Kurai into custody regarding some questions." mikami: !!! Relan: "Huh?" ryuuko: *clutches mikami* wait here.... *she steps off the bus* *Troops along the top of the bus and out the exit* Burns: *standing, arms crossed* ryuuko: i dont know what this is about, but i wont let you hurt mikami.. *phoenix mode* Burns: *fire burning under his eyepatch* "We are taking Kurai in to answer a few questions: that's all." mikami:.....i'll go. ryuuko: ?! Karim: *sad expression* mikami: if thats all you want, i wont resist. ryuuko:.....fine. but im going with you mikami. Burns: *nods* "Karim will take you to the 1st now." shinra: ?? mikami: *looks back and smiles at them, as if saying she will be ok* Iris: "Wh-What is this?" tamaki: *hateful glare at burns and dia* Burns: *meets the glare* Karim: "This way, Mikami...please." dia: *same* mikami:...ok. ryuuko:... *follows* *Karim and soldiers surround Mikami, leading her and keeping her surrounded, but not touching her* tamaki: *mouthing 'go fuck yourselves' to burns and dia* Burns: *fire crackles under his eyepatch* dia:...commander. i dont like her very much. Arthur: *reassuring hand on Tamaki's shoulder* Burns: "Forget her. She's the 8th's problem now." tamaki:.....*small smile* nozomi: just let it go miss tamaki. *smiles* Relan: *looking with concern at Shinra and Iris* shinra: yeah, dont let those jerks get you down! tamaki: right...we should head back now. Iris: *smiles at Relan, patting his back* -and so- sayu: we're baaaaack! miwa: hey kiddos, *waves* oubi's in his office right now. sayu: im sooooo hungry! Takehisa: *nods* Iris: *bows to Takehisa, waves to Maki* miwa: good for you, because serina just made lunch. maki: *waves* have a good trip? shinra:....yeah. Arthur: *keeping an eye on Tamaki* Iris: *small blush* maki: you guys get settled, then meet us in oubi's office, ok? shinra: sure... Arthur: "Okay." Iris: *nods* -later- nozomi: a meeting already? Akitaru: "..." tamaki: did you find something? Akitaru: "Yes." Akitaru: "We were reviewing previous case files and discovered one regarding one flame being. It was--" nozomi: *noticing a file....toshiaki harada*....this is....my father's name........*she becomes silent* akitaru oubi....i need to know the truth...... Akitaru: "...Nozomi. Your father...had turned into a Flame Being." nozomi:....you're lying....YOU'RE LYING!! YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO COVER THE FACT THAT YOU MURDERED HIM! shinra: ?!?! Akitaru: "I had no choice. We are the Brigade. Our task is to release Flame Beings. I did all I could to contain the situation--" Iris: *covering her mouth with surprise* nozomi: *takes a letter opener* LIAR! HE WOULDNT BECOME A FLAME HUMAN! HE-HE WAS TRYING TO CREATE AN ANTIDOTE! AND YOU KILLED HIM IN COLD BLOOD!! shinra: woah! nozomi what are you doing?! maki: !!!! easy nozomi! Akitaru: "..." *stands, approaches her slowly* "Nozomi...There was nothing that could be done but to let him pass on." nozomi: s-stay away! i...i want to avenge him....i dont...want his work to mean n-nothing... *shes crying* tamaki: .....nozomi... Akitaru: "Then continue his research. Realize his work. Please, Nozomi...put it down..." nozomi: *she drops and tries to put it to her neck and cries* Akitaru: "!!!" Iris: "Nozomi! No!" miwa: ?? !!!!!!! STOP IT! *grabs nozomi and tosses the letter opener to the side* dont you DARE think about doing that!! nozomi: f-father.....*she breaks down crying* Akitaru: "..." *keeps his distance* miwa:...shhh....its ok nozomi....its ok..... tamaki:........ Arthur: "..." *looks down* -later, nozomi is under suicide watch for the evening- Iris: *crying* shinra: *looking over the file* damn.... tamaki: *comforting iris* Akitaru: "You never forget..." miwa: .......*writing his name down* Akitaru: "..." ("My dear child...my love...I'm so sorry.") shinra: i can understand how she feels....it hurt when i lost my mom... Akitaru: "..." ("You screwed up this time, Obi...") Takehisa: "Then we work with her as she reconciles this news with what she already knows." miwa:...*back pats* ....*her expression says 'its ok'* Akitaru: *looks at her...then back at the floor* miwa: im glad i was there in time....i didnt want it to happen again... Akitaru: (nods) "Not again." Akitaru: "...I thought I could save him." miwa:....it isnt just the flame humans i remember.....their loved ones too... Akitaru: *nods* "We had a case where...this young woman...her mother had already become a flame being...then her father...and he was so peaceful, up to the end..." *shakes his head* "I thought I could save Nozomi's father. I thought I...gave him peace." miwa: ....did i ever tell you about my most horrifying experience as a commander? we got called in to a couple's home, the man had become a flame being...his wife, or girlfriend or something, she didnt want to accept it... she kept saying 'he's ok. he's still my darling senji'.....when we put him to rest.....she took a knife and slit her throat open.....she didnt make it. Akitaru: "...This work...What we see...This world...It is difficult to retain hope in the face of so much...death." miwa: yeah...but we have to keep going, right? shinra: *outside the office* *knock knock* commander oubi? do you have a minute? Akitaru: *nods to Miwa, then looks to Shinra* "Yes, I do. What's on your mind, Shinra?" -after miwa left, shinra explained everything, including the hotel room- shinra: *winces and trembles, almost expecting a harsh reaction* Akitaru: "And you have talked with both Iris and Relan?" shinra: yeah....they were ok with it.... in the hotel....did i do the right thing? Akitaru: "You mean...with Relan?" shinra:....*he nods* i wanted....for him to feel like he isnt unloved....and i wanted to know more about myself....i think i figured it out....i want to be with both of them...i want them to be happy. Akitaru: *gentle smile, as he pats Shinra's shoulder* "You're finding out a lot about yourself. And as long as you are open and honest with both Iris and Relan, that's all you can do. That's all good." shinra:....thanks....w-we didnt do too much....my head still spinning...*he looks like he's going to be sick* should i have done that? Akitaru: "Hey...Did you both consent? Did you make sure not to pressure each other?" shinra: of course. i was nervous, but he was too....but it turned out ok in the end.... Akitaru: *smiles* "Then that's all there is. I'm happy for you, Iris, and Relan. But as your commander, there are some ground rules regarding fraternizing inside the Brigade..." shinra: ...... Akitaru: "When you're on work hours, you focus on your tasks; when you have your off-duty time, then...well, that's off-duty time. And know that, as your commander, if I see you, Iris, and Relan mixing business with pleasure during missions at the risk of yours or others' safety, I will reprimand all of you. Understand?" shinra: yes sir.... Akitaru: *smiles* "Okay." *pats his shoulder* "You are who you are, Shinra. Be proud." shinra:...thanks.... Akitaru: "..." *pulls out a box from his desk* "And you'll need these." *It's condoms* shinra: *color drains from his face* Akitaru: "Can never be too careful. If you need any sex ed lessons--" shinra: we're keeping things PG for now! >////< Akitaru: "It doesn't take much for a PG film to turn into an NC-17 feature, though." *slides the condoms along the desk to Shinra* shinra:....(thinking: i hope relan's ok at the 3rd) -at the 1st HQ- Burns: "What do you know about her?" mikami: i dont understand? Burns: "Akami Kurai, your sister..." mikami: !! yes. what about her? Burns: "When was the last time you saw your sister?" mikami:.....a few years ago. she and our father had a really bad fight, and she left... Burns: "Has she contacted you since then?" mikami: ....no. she hasnt... Burns: *studying her* "Can you tell me a bit about your sister's personality?" mikami: well, from what i remember, she was protective and always stood up for me and what she believed in. i always thought she was really cool. Burns: (" 'Cool'?") "And what did she believe in?" mikami: ...im not sure. it feels so long ago... Burns: "In addition to the fight with your father, had your sister had other moments of violence?" mikami:......... [man's voice: akami! what the hell did you do to her?!] [young!akami: n-no....it was an accident, i didnt mean to....mikami...i didnt mean to!] Burns: "Kurai?" Karim: *watching Mikami...* mikami: yes sir? ryuuko:...... Burns: "I asked you a question. When else has your sister been prone to violence? And in which ways?" mikami:....*covering her wounded eye*....she didnt mean to..... Burns: "Didn't mean to what?" Karim: *trying to intervene* "Commander..." ryuuko: *holds mikami's hand* i think that's enough, burns. Burns: "...We will call you back for more questions another time." *stands* "Dismissed." ryuuko:...mikami...are you ok? mikami:....y-yes... ryuuko: if you need to talk, im right here, ok? mikami: *small smile* i know...thank you ryuuko. ryuuko: *small blush* Burns: "Karim, Dia, escort them back to the 3rd." dia: of course. Karim: *nods, as he follows them out of the interrogation room and to the 1st's exit* Burns: "..." ("Just wait for it...") -outside- mikami:...... Karim: *follows, as he directs other soldiers to follow them* pearl: father fulham....will they be alright? Karim: "...I don't know." pearl:..... Karim: "..." *stops following Mikami, pats a hand on Pearl's shoulder* "We have to protect as many people as we can." pearl: *she nods* Karim: "...I will be back after I return Mikami and Ryuuko to the 3rd. Okay?" pearl:...ok. -elsewhere- Kid: *hugging Yumi and Death* lord death: welcome home kiddos! kirika: 7////7 Kid: "..." *awkward sibling hug to Kirika* kirika:...thanks. -later- stocking: *clutching her stomach* stupid cramps.... Kid: "I have the medicine and some water..." stocking: yes please... Kid: *puts the medicine into her open mouth, then holds the glass of water* stocking: thank you... TT.TT Kid: *lets Stocking drink, then lays hand next to hers* stocking: *whimpering* it huuurts.... Kid: "I'm sorry. I wish I could remove this pain." *holds her hand* stocking: *nuzzles* Kid: *holds her, humming a bit* -morning- Kid: *yawn* -at the 8th- nozomi:........................... Akitaru: "..." shinra: hey nozomi? we got you some breakfast in case you get hungry later... Iris: *nods* nozomi:....... tamaki: let us know when you're ready to talk, ok? Akitaru: "..." *turns to leave* shinra:...do you think she'll be ok? Iris: "I hope so." Takehisa: *watching Akitaru walk away* "It takes time." shinra:...hey commander? Akitaru: "Hmm?" shinra: *hug* i dont blame you... Akitaru: "!!! ..." *hugs back* "Thank you." -at school- Patty: *waves at Takeru* takeru: *wave* Patty: "How you doin'? Everything okay at your Brigade?" takeru: yeah. -elsewhere- ochako: oh, nozomi isnt in today? shinra: yeah...food poisoning. Izuku: "That's too bad. I hope she feels better soon." shinra: yeah...tamaki stayed with her to make sure she's ok. Izuku: "That's good." *small laugh* "Hate to say it, but it's a bit of a relief, given what she's like around you." Arthur: T___T "I miss my angry cat woman..." shinra: you'll see her when we go home, you baby. Arthur: *pouts* "You're the baby, baby." shinra: no-... hey rel! *waves and smiles* Relan: *slight shudder, blush, wave* "H-Hi..." shinra: *hug* how's it going? ochako: woah! o////o Relan: "!!!" *returns hug* "I-I'm okay...but at the 3rd...It's..." Izuku: ._. shinra: ?? Iris: "Relan?" *puts a hand over his* "What happened?" Relan: "...Mikami and Ryuuko seemed so...scared." shinra: yeah..after the 1st apprehended them- Relan: *nods* "I'm worried for Mikami especially. She was so...sad. I don't want her to be." Izuku: ._. *whispers* "Why are Relan, Shinra, and Iris all that close to each other, physically?" ochako: i dont know....but i ship it so hard *vibrating* Izuku: "WHAT?!" shinra: you ok izuku? Izuku: "I AM FINE!" Relan: o\\\\\\o Iris: "???" *hugs Relan* mina: im guessing polyamory here? shinra: yeah. ochako: ............*nosebleeds and faints* SO CUUUUTE~! Izuku: *catches Ochako* "...Um...Congrats?" Iris: *blush, smile, nods* Relan: "It's...something. Still getting used to it all." mina: *looking at izuku* (thinking: HIS HAIR FLOOF INTENSIFIED!!) shinra: yeah. Izuku: *electricity crackling in his hair* Relan: *smiles at both Iris and Shinra* "It's worth it." ochako: @w@ love has come to tooooown~ Iris: "Shinra...Um..." Izuku: "Ochako...Um...You're kinda...um...You're floating." shinra: hmm? ochako: hmm?? ah release! *drop* hehe... i got a bit...carried away....hahahahahahahaha!!! *sweats* Izuku: *still holding Ochako up* "Okay..." Iris: "I will...be stopping by the Church this afternoon. Could you and Relan walk with me there after class? It will just take a moment." shinra: sure. *smiles* momo:....arthur? you havent said anything... Arthur: "...You two...owe me...so badly." Relan: "!!!" *hides behind Iris and Shinra* shinra: let me guess, aoyama? Arthur: "And. More. Like the b--" Relan: "!!!" *covers Arthur's mouth* -elsewhere- Kid: "Feel better?" stocking: yeah...thanks babe~ Kid: *smiles* "You're welcome." *holds her hand* stocking: hehe~ Kid: "Just get through today, then we'll have the afternoon off for rest as we get used to classes again." stocking: ok. Black Star: "..." *oddly quiet* soul: you ok? Black Star: "...I couldn't stop them against Tsubaki. I needed someone else to stop them." soul:...its ok. *pap pap* Black Star: "I got to get stronger, man..." soul: how about we go to the gym and train tonight? Black Star: *nods* "Let's do that." -teacher's lounge- Stein: "Not one Yeti. Worst trip ever." marie: maybe next time. Spirit: "Killing a living creature, though, just to stuff it? Kinda weird, Stein, even for you." Stein: -_-; Spirit: "How's Christa, Marie?" marie: she's doing well. im so glad to be back with my baby~! Spirit: "Hee hee...That's good to hear." marie; and how are sachiko and izumi? Spirit: "They are well--and I'm so happy they are here and safe." *smiles* -when school let out- Kid: *smiles* "What would you like to do, Angel? Home to rest? Or go elsewhere?" stocking: im tired, lets head home for today... Kid: *holds her hand* "Okay. Rest will help you." stocking: im going to need pudding too. Kid: *smiles* "I think we have quite a bit at home." stocking: yay! Kid: *chuckles* "So cute~ Which flavor will you want?" -elsewhere- Iris: *enters the confessional* shinra: *waiting outside* Relan: *looking at the Church of Sol* "Wow...I-I've never been here..." shinra: yeah... *looking at the windows* Iris: *sign of the cross* "Bless me, Minister, for I have sinned. It has been nine days since my last confession." -minutes later- shinra: how was it? Iris: "A bit intimidating. I...have a lot to think about for what it is that I want. Regarding what the Church has to say about...us...they said..." Relan: "???" shinra: *listening* Iris: "...The Church is not as strict as other denominations. But nuns are expected to be clear in mind, body, and soul. I need time to think about what it is that I want..." *looks around* "Shinra, I really like you. Relan, I know you care deeply for Shinra." Relan: *blush* "I-I know you do, too." Iris: *slight squirm* shinra: *back pats* Iris: "...Could we talk in private?" shinra: all three of us? Iris: *nods* Relan: "I have a few minutes before I'm expected back at the 3rd." shinra: ok then. -In Iris's room at the 8th- Relan: *looking around* "Wow...You have so many books." Iris: *smiles* "Thank you." Iris: *looks at Shinra* "Shall I begin?" shinra: *sees a photograph of the sisters at the sol temple, including a young hibana, iris, and ivy* .... Iris: *smiles at the photograph of Hibana, Iris, and Ivy* "My sisters." Relan: "Oh...Wait, isn't that Commander Hibana?" Iris: *nods* shinra: yeah. long story. Relan: "Wow...I didn't know." Relan: "You don't seem anything like the Commander, Iris." Iris: "...That's...part of what I wanted to discuss, after my confession." shinra: *looking at the sheep plushie on her bookshelf* (thinking: cute.) shinra:.... (thinking: wait... THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER BEEN IN A GIRL'S ROOM!!) Relan: (thinking: "...So. This is a girl's room. Huh.") Iris: "??? Shinra? You okay?" shinra: im fine! Relan: *falls back onto the bed* Iris: "!!!" Iris: "You sure...you're okay?" shinra: rel? Relan: *landed, his head atop Iris's lap* o\\\\o Iris: o_o; shinra:....*sits on the bed*..........(thinking: this bed is so goddamn comfy!) Relan: *pulls up his legs so Shinra can sit on the bed, trying to get off of Iris's lap* Iris: -\\\- "Y-You can stay on my lap if you wish, Relan..." -later- Relan: o\\\\\o "...Okay." shinra: *still blushing over what he found in her drawers* Iris: *blushing* "That's what I told the minister...I really like Shinra...but I do find both of you physically attractive." shinra: i see..... Relan: "...Iris...You, um...were thinking about _both_ of us when you were...intimate with yourself?" Iris: -\\\\- *meek nod* shinra: *flustered* -in another room- nozomi:....... Akitaru: *outside her room...* nozomi:.............. maki: *gives him a look that says 'talk to her'* Akitaru: *inhales...knocks on her door* nozomi:........its open... Akitaru: "...May I come in?" nozomi:...... Akitaru: *enters, stands in the room* "...I wanted to talk, about your father." nozomi:......*she looks up at him from under the blanket, she looks like she cried the entire night* Akitaru: "Nozomi, I am sorry." nozomi:.....he worked so hard....to find a cure......i dont want to believe it..... Akitaru: "I know. I had no idea this would happen. If I had any other way I could have prevented this, I would have. I will always risk my life to save others: that's why I became a firefighter, long before I ever joined the Brigade." nozomi:.......im sorry.....i was so angry with you.....i wanted to kill you....but i dont think i could have.....*whimpering* Akitaru: "Nozomi...I think it's perfectly reasonable for you to be angry at me. I-I don't know what to do." *hesitantly puts his hand close to her shoulder* nozomi:....*crying silently* im sorry......im sorry......im sorry.... Akitaru: "..." *tries to give her a hug* "I'm sorry. I am so sorry." nozomi:.........*small awkward hug* Akitaru: *awkward hug* maki:....*small smile* -later- Akitaru: *sipping on tea* nozomi:....... tamaki: here, sorry if its a bit burnt... *slightly burned omlette was placed in front of nozomi* Akitaru: *small smile* nozomi:...thank you miss tamaki..... Akitaru: *finishes his tea, gets up to leave* maki: you ok, commander? Akitaru: *nods* "I feel better now." maki: thats good to know. Akitaru: *smiles* "Thanks." Relan: *exiting Iris's room* maki: oh, hey-....um...hey commander, did we get a new recruit? shinra: oh, this is relan, me and iris' boyfriend we mentioned- *realizes he didnt tell anyone else* oh. maki: b-buh-boy-BOYFRIEEEEEEEEEND??!! *vibrating intensifies* Akitaru: "Oh..." *holds out a hand to Relan* "Pleasure to meet you, son!" Relan: o_____o "...You're big." Iris: -\\\\\- "Maki, please calm down..." maki: *on the floor frothing and nosebleeding* awawawa shinra: yeah... nozomi:..... Relan: "Oh, no! What's wrong with her?!" Akitaru: *sigh* "I'll get first aid..." Iris: "This is actually to be expected..." *pats Relan's back* shinra: she's fine...in her own very strange way. Relan: *blushing, whispers* "Is she the one who...taught you in her books about...that stuff?" Iris: o\\\\\o tamaki: oh, hey you're that tall guy.....*looks at shinra* i knew it. Relan: "Um...Hi? I'm Relan. I'm...Shinra and Iris's boyfriend." tamaki: i know. nozomi:...nice to meet you. shinra:....*looks at takehisa* owo;;; Takehisa: "..." *small smile* maki: owo Relan: o____o *whispers to Shinra and Iris* "Why isn't he blinking?" shinra: he does. sometimes. Relan: *salutes Takehisa* Takehisa: *salutes back* Relan: "They all...seem nice here." shinra: *he smiles* hey, is arthur here at all? Takehisa: "He stepped out to get dinner." shinra: ah. -with arthur- Arthur: *at ramen bar, eating* "Hmm..." belkia: jeez, these places are sure finicky eh tsubakyun? Mr. Tsubaki: "The food at least is warm, and affordable." *SLUUUUUURP* Arthur: "???" belkia: yeah...im still a lil salty about getting tossed into a river though. q-q Mr. Tsubaki: "Oh, man up. You pulled yourself together! Most of yourself, anyway. Missing any organs?" belkia: nah....ah, love is such a cruel S.O.B. Mr. Tsubaki: *sigh* "No kidding..." *pours two shots for them* "To lost love." belkia: true that. *downs the glass* Mr. Tsubaki: "What did you like in that girl, Belkia?" belkia: she's every bit as stab happy as i am! and she's hella cute too! Arthur: " 'Stab happy'? Excuse me, sir, are you a fellow practitioner of the sword?" belkia: oho~? whats this now? Arthur: "I'm a knight. Are you too a knight?" belkia: nope. im a magician~! Arthur: *shiny eyes* "Like Merlin?" belkia: i said magician, not wizard ^-^# Arthur: "Close enough...So, what kind of magic can you do?" belkia: tsubakyuuun can i give them a show? can i can i can iiiiii~? Mr. Tsubaki: "Very well." belkia: YAY! gather round dearies! because the king of skewering has a show for you all! who is up for a try at the BOX! OF! DEATH!? Arthur: "..." *holds up his hand* "Question: Why is it called the Box of Death?" belkia: CAN I GET A VOLUNTEER?! Arthur: "..." Mr. Tsubaki: *bumps Arthur to the front of the crowd* belkia: oho~ so you want to have a stab at it then~? Arthur: "Wh-What? I didn't--" Mr. Tsubaki: "Our volunteer, everyone!" *puts an arm onto Arthur's shoulder, before shoving him into the box* belkia: *pulls out blades* lets see...stick a blade here! *shoves one in, thankfully it misses* Arthur: *dodging inside* Q~Q "What the hell?!" Mr. Tsubaki: *passes another sword to Belkia* ???: "Man, that was a good workout!" belkia: another one her- eh? ???: "Yo, Soul! Come on--I want some ramen!" soul: ok, but you have to pay half alright? Black Star: "Shut up! I'm good for it! But, just so you know, I'm going have, like, 15 bowls, so enjoy paying for 9 of them! Ha ha--" *Black Star spots Belkia and Mr. Tsubaki* Mr. Tsubaki: ._. belkia: OwO *doll mode and releases arthur* thats all for today folks! lets high-tail it outta here tsubakyuuun~! Mr. Tsubaki: "Don't have to tell me twice!" soul: what the fu- Black Star: "RRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR!!! GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHITS!" Arthur: "Save me, Soul!" *hides behind him* soul:.....what the hell is going on? Arthur: "That wizard tried to cut me apart!" Black Star: *struggling to grab Mr. Tsubaki and Belkia* soul: uhhh..... Mr. Tsubaki: *dodging* "I'm afraid I'm too flexible for you, young man." Black Star: "Flexible this!" *Black Star knees Mr. Tsubaki in the groin* -a trash can gets launched at black*star- Mr. Tsubaki: "Umph!" Black Star: *head knocked into the wall* "...Ow..." otogiri: honestly, how many of your messes do i need to clean up? its bothersome. Mr. Tsubaki: "Less counting of messes, more getting us the heck out of here!" *opens an umbrella a la Mary Poppins* -le yoink- belkia: toodles~<3 Black Star: "Hey, get back--" soul: black*star! where did you go man?! Black Star: "???" Black Star: "I got hit in the head by a garbage can, and that asshole got away!" *kicks the garbage can down the alley* soul:....*back pats*...*looks down at his own ankles* Arthur: T_T "Thank you for saving me..." soul:...dude. get off please. Mineta: *in the trash can, disoriented* "Why am I always in here...?" soul: OHJESUSCHRIST!! Arthur: *blubbering* Black Star: "...Remember when Soul kicked your ass that one time, Arthur? Good times..." soul:..................... Arthur: "I want to go home! I just wanted ramen! I didn't want to die!" soul: alright, we'll take you home, jeez.... Arthur: T_T "Thank you..." -and so- soul: i think this belongs to you. *hands them arthur* Akitaru: *holding Arthur in his arms* Arthur: *whimpering* "So scary..." tamaki: hmm? oh, hey arthur, i was wondering when you'd get back. shinra and iris' boyfriend stopped by earlier. Arthur: *leaps out of Akitaru's arms and hugs Tamaki* "I was so scared I would never see you again!" Iris: *watching* "Well, he seems happy to be alive." soul: yeah... *sweatdrop* Arthur: *rubs against Tamaki like a kitten* Black Star: "...Dude, this place is weird." soul: *sweatdrops* Arthur: *purring against Tamaki* tamaki: -_-; Akitaru: "...Thank you for returning our Arthur. In the future, we will be sure to put a collar on him with his address." tamaki:...*chuckles* Arthur: *pout* -morning- Kid: "Any better?" stocking: *snuggles* the cramps arent as bad today... Kid: *snuggles back* "That's improvement. I hope you feel better soon." stocking: yeah....*pouts* stupid periods... Kid: "I wish this wasn't happening..." stocking: yeah, but its just nature..... Kid: *nods* "Much of this nature that is not perfect." *takes her hand, kisses it* "But we come pretty darn close." *looks into her eyes* stocking: *she smiles* Kid: *yawn* "Ready to start the day?" stocking: yeah. -at school- Black Star: "Take this!" *throwing a punch* kilik: hup! *dodge* Black Star: "AAARG!!" *swings randomly at Kilik* kilik: woah! easy there. *block* Black Star: "AAAAARG!" *swings--and misses, falling onto the ground* kilik: *concerned* sayaka: you ok? Black Star: *tears going down his face, as he slams his fist into the mud* tsubaki:.......*hug* Black Star: "..." *hugs her back* tsubaki: its not your fault... Black Star: "...I didn't protect you." tsubaki: im still here, aren’t i? Black Star: "No thanks to me..." tsubaki:.... (thinking: i really want to help you out of this funk...) Black Star: "...I think I need to clear my head. I'm going to skip today." tsubaki:.... Black Star: *marching away, covered in mud, towards showers* -elsewhere- Emine: *texting on a phone* lin: who are you talking to? Emine: "Doing my bad deed--pranking someone." Shotaro: *reading six books at once...thanks to Beak of the Octopus* mana: o-o mono: i know what joke your thinking of, and im not gonna do it. Zuno: "???" Assi: "Should I tell the joke, then?" mono: do not. *BOOM* Emine: *smiles* -elsewhere- Aizawa: *covered in feathers* "...I will be hurting someone..." namiko: *also covered in feathers*....i figured as much..... *sad sigh* Spirit: o_o "Um...Namiko? What happened?" namiko: tar trap... -elsewhere- Aoyama: *seated next to Arthur in class* Arthur: -_-; "Stop sitting so close to me." Aoyama: "No~" tamaki: *sweats* Arthur: *trying to read* Aoyama: *blows softly in Arthur's ear* Arthur: "Quit it!" tamaki: *sweats more* Aoyama: "What? You had a hair out of place." *moves Arthur's hair away from his face* Arthur: -_-; "Would you like it if I was touching all over your face?" tamaki: *vibrating* Aoyama: *reaches for Arthur's chin* Arthur: *clutching Aoyama's wrist* "Stop that!" Aoyama: *small kiss on Arthur's wrist* Arthur: ._. tamaki: EXCUSE ME I JUST REMEMBERED MY GRANDMOTHER'S SNAIL IS TERMINALLY ILL AND I HAVE TO GO DEAL WITH THAT! *exits quickly* Iris: .___. Relan: "...Is this going to be a pattern around here?" Arthur: "???" Aoyama: "Oh, that poor snail." shinra: -_-; after a while, you just learn not to question it. Relan: *shrugs* Iris: ("Lot to think about there...") -in the bathroom- tamaki: *panting* mmmn.. >////< *Tamaki's imagination of Arthur*: *giggles* "That tickles, Aoyama..." *Tamaki's imagination of Aoyama*: "But I can't help hearing your laughter..." tamaki: nnnnmm~ *rub rub* "Arthur": "Tamaki, let me help..." *hand traces down her belly* "Aoyama": *nuzzling against her neck* dream!tamaki: ahhhn~ that feels good... Dream!Arthur: *his hand slides under her panties, tracing along her slit* Dream!Aoyama: *kisses along her neck and down her chest* dream!tamaki: *soft moans* ahh~! Dream!Aoyama: "Double the pleasure..." *begins to suck on her left nipple* Dream!Arthur: "Double the fun..." *sucks on her right nipple, slowly sliding one finger into her* tamaki: *in the real world, she is fondling herself* nnnngh- f-fuuck~ dream!tamaki: n-nyaaahn~! Dream!Aoyama: *stroking Dream!Arthur's member* "I think he's ready for you, chaton..." Dream!Arthur: *hard, as he pulls down her panties* "More than ready here~" *slowly guiding himself into her* tamaki: ah-ah! *doubling over as she fingers herself* s-shit.... dream!tamaki: ah! s-so hard! Dream!Arthur: "You make me feel so hard, Tamaki..." *thrusting* Dream!Aoyama: *holding her from behind, grinding from the back, biting her neck* dream!tamaki: *mewling from pleasure* Dream!Aoyama: "I don't want to feel left out, so keep it up for me, chaton." *his hardness grinds along her, his hands along her breasts, playing with her nipples* Dream!Arthur: *grunting as he thrusts harder into her* "Fuck, you are so tight. You like this, Tamaki?" dream!tamaki: yes! it feels so good~! Dream!Arthur: "We want to make you cum, so hard, babe." *quick thrusts* Dream!Aoyama: *pinches her nipples hard* tamaki: a-AHHHH~!! *fire tails shoot up, slightly toasting the ceiling as she hits her limit* ???: "Shit!" *Fire sprinklers go off* tamaki: O/////O;; ???: "Eek!" *people running out of the restroom* ???: "Find out where the fire came from!" tamaki: *curls up in embarrassment* Fire Fighter: *turns off the sprinklers and alarms* "Must've been a false alarm.." -later- Arthur: "...What happened?" tamaki:....i dont want to talk about it. Aoyama: "Oh, chaton, you're all wet." tamaki: O///////O *tail flames* Arthur: o____o "And now you're on fire..." Relan and Iris: *slowly edging away from the scene* -elsewhere- Meme: "Yummy! I was starving in class." mio: *nom nom* Anya: *eating properly and slowly, finishes chewing* "You two seem rather ravenous, especially after our school trip." ao: i brought ohagi for everyone. Meme: "Yay!" Anya: -_-; tsugumi: they look really good, ao-chi! ao: hehe~ thank you. Anya: *eats one, trying not to react to how tasty it is* "Hmm..." ~_~ ao: how is it? Anya: "...Fine. I suppose." Meme: "So yummy..." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *yawn* "Quite disappointing." lilac: ...... Mr. Tsubaki: *shakes his empty glass* "A refill, please, Lilac." lilac: ah y-yes sir. *goes to do that* Mr. Tsubaki: *sigh* "I simply cannot stand that small ninja. I think something will have to be done." belkia: lets shiv him in his sleep! Mr. Tsubaki: "Tempting, but it lacks poetry. And I can sense he is someone who could sense us coming..." belkia: bwoo.... =3=; -elsewhere- Yohei: *yawn* "Feeling better?" chie: *nods and purrs* *dark kitty tail* Yohei: *giggle* "Little kitty cat..." *holds her* chie: mmmmmm~ =w=~<3 Yohei: "Want anything to eat? Drink?" -in another room- mono:.....*looking at a picture* mono:....mom....dad.....*trembling as she remembers nofix killing them in cold blood* [NoFix: "Aw, what's wrong, tiny? Don't you want to play with me?"] [mama kuroshiro: mono, i need you to listen, go to the neighbors, call the police and hide...] [young!mono: b-but dad-] [Papa: "Mono, we love you. We always will. Now run. Run."] [NoFix: *sneers, slowly dragging his feet towards her parents*] [young!mono: *she hides upstairs with the phone, trying to dial and keep quiet*] mono:........... [young!mono: *staring at the crumbled, bloody corpses that used to be her parents* why....why are you doing this?] [NoFix: *marches towards her, holds her chin in his hand, smirking at her face* "For that. That look, where all of your hopes, dreams, and love are stamped out under my feet. I love it."] [young!mono: *trembling and crying* mama..p-papa....] [NoFix: *stroking a finger along her cheek, bruising her* "They're dead. But please, keep crying for them..." *rubs a finger along her face, taking up some of her tears...and licking his finger* "Mmmm..."] mono:.....*rubbing her eyes* i hope.....he stays gone..... Yohei: *walks by to get milk for Chie, spots Mono* "Hey..." mono:...... Yohei: "...You okay?" *approaches* mono:......yeah. Yohei: "..." *pats her shoulder* "It's okay." mono:.....*whimpering* Yohei: *hugs her* "You're safe." mono: i couldnt.....do anything....i just hid like a coward.... Yohei: "Do you remember what your parents told you?" mono:...... /we love you, we always will/ *crying* Yohei: "They did what any parent would do: they kept you safe. You are alive...and you have to live, for their sake." mono:......i still miss them.... Yohei: *nods* "You love them. And they are always with you." -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *reading a manga* kim:....*looks at it* i didnt think you were into horror manga? Jacqueline: *nods* "I wanted a little change of pace." kim: *she peeks over to see what it is about* Jacqueline: "It's by Itou." kim:....... O-O;; -elsewhere- Patty: *smiling* stocking: how does it look? Patty: *shiny eyes* "I look so pretty! Thanks, Stocking!" stocking: no problem. ^^ Patty: "Hee hee..." Patty: "Tsubaki, how're your nails now?" tsubaki: they look nice. *a simple peach color* Patty: "Sweet. And your hair looks cute, Sis!" liz: thanks. *she smiles* Patty: *snaps a pic on her phone* -elsewhere- Arthur: "Jeez, what got into her?" shinra: not sure...how's nozomi? Iris: "It's taking her time. But at least she's having some small food." shinra: thats good. Iris: "I better tend to the plants." Arthur: "And I'm stuck on cooking duty." -elsewhere- ???: ....mmhmm....i hear you....understood...... -elsewhere- Relan: *smiling, but panting* "At least my running time has quickened..." ryuuko: congratulations. *claps* mikami: *she smiles* Relan: "Thanks...Mikami, um...I was thinking of trying to cook something...Do you like pizza?" mikami: well...i guess so. Relan: "Okay...I'm gonna try to make some, and you're both welcome to try some. I'm sorry that it'll probably suck." -elsewhere- Kid: *walking around town* homura: good evening kid. Kid: "Oh! Homura! It's good to see you. How has today been?" homura: it's been well. and you? Kid: "Quite well. Happy to be back home. What are you up to right now?" homura: working on my job application for the DWMA special service. Kid: *smiles* "You would be good there." homura: *she smiles* Kid: "A lot to think following graduation." homura: do you have any plans for graduation? Kid: -\\\\\- "Yes..." -elsewhere- Medusa: -_-; "What the fuck did you put on my baby?" shaula: its a hat! -a knit hat in shape of shaula's ponytail- Medusa: "Did I say you could put that on her?" *looks at her to see whether she likes the hat* neian:..... XP shaula: what the fuck? i put a lot of hard work into that! and by _i_ i mean beatrice. beatrice: hello. Medusa: "...The fuck is she again?" shaula: she's my maid, dumbass. Medusa: "Quite a fulfilling career, cleaning the vomit off your bed." shaula: you're just jealous! Medusa: "Jealous of what, your early death brought about by alcohol poisoning?" shaula: if i were human maybe, but us witches are a liiiiittle stronger than that~ Medusa: "Can't blame me for dreaming..." -elsewhere- Dabi: "I think this arrangement is going to work out quite nicely~" yuuji: who died and made _you_ the boss? Kurogiri: *ahem* "We move forward with Stage 3." yuuji: are we going to drag along that loony ex-priest with us? Kurogiri: "Xey are quite powerful, and I received permission to bring xem along." yuuji: joy. Dabi: "I know, right? Come along, Light Bringer. We have to brighten someone's day~" -a few days later- Kurogiri: *observing a location from afar* -phone rings- eiko: how's it going up there? Kurogiri: "Challenging. Dabi is not playing well with others. The new member of our cabal is...intriguing." -with our heroes- Izuku: "How many more bags of chips will we need?" ochako: about 6 more bags, i think. Izuku: "Okay, but I hope the others chip in on the cost." ochako:....*bursts out laughing* Izuku: "???" ochako: 'chip in!' Izuku: "..." *snort* "Okay, that was unintended, but funny." ochako: i know, right? Izuku: "Oh, did we need drinks?" ochako: yeah. Izuku: "Hmmm...Tenya likes diet, Bakugo likes root beer..." -outside- Kurogiri: "Ready to begin?" ???: yes. Kurogiri: *initiating a Warp Gate...* -screams outside- ochako: ?! Izuku: *carrying the soda and chips, as he and Ochako check from the front entrance* "Oh no..." Kurogiri: *using a Warp Gate to slice a car in half* ochako: !! we need to find the others! ???: already on it! Izuku: "???" momo: we heard the noises from out here. Iida: "Time to get to work. Kurogiri is going to try to separate us, so we got to call for back up..." eijiro: well come on! lets rough and tussle this guy! Kurogiri: "Ah, hello, again. I remember you...separating you all." *eyes squint in a smile* "I look forward to slicing you into bits." momo: *summons a spear* eijiro: *rock arms* ochako: (thinking: just aim for the weak point like the last time! Kurogiri: "..." *bounces forward with Warp Gates at the group...* Izuku: "!!!" *tosses items to Ochako and Iida* "Fling it at his weak point!" momo: brace yourselves everyone! Izuku: *tosses can of soda--at Kurogiri's neck-guard* Kurogiri: "ARG!" *clutches his neck, gasping* "Ow!" Dabi: "..." *watching from afar* "Well, that's anticlimactic." ochako: nice shot! himiko: booo! that was laaame! Kurogiri: "ARG!" *giant warp gate comes down from above over them* Iida: "!!!" *struggles to run to gather them up to escape, but...* momo: !!!! Kurogiri: *cough* "Bye bye..." Izuku: ("We can't get out in time! We're--") ochako: !!! eijiro: !! *FWOOM* (Teleported) yuuji: our time to shine? Kurogiri: *through Warp Gate to Yuuji* "Yes..." sachi: *checks her watch* that time again.... *sharp claws* niiiice! Izuku: "!!!" Iida: *crashes down hard onto the floor* "Urk!" eijiro: ow... *he butt landed on top of ochako* ochako: o.o; Izuku: *managed to land on his feet and hands, looking around* "This is..." *looking for identifying marks to the warehouse* momo: *lands on a conveniently placed mattress* Izuku: "Mattresses? Where are we?" Kurogiri: "Somewhere where your teachers can't protect you, child." momo: gah, its really dark in here..... ochako: butt.... eijiro: *stands up* yeah, i can hardly see anything....*blinks to adjust his eyes to the dark* *Small flame forms next to Eijro's head* Dabi: "Let me help you with that..." eijiro:....*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMS* ZOMBIE GHOST MONSTER!!!! ochako: EEEEEEEEEEEK! Dabi: "Aw, that hurt my feelings." *extinguishes flame, pulls back fist* "Not as much as this will hurt you..." ochako: *gulps* momo:.... -something kicks her in the back- momo: gah! yuuji: yo. Izuku: "Momo!" yuuji: what a pain, who the fuck is this broccoli top? Izuku: *tries to stare Yuuji down, backing away* ("Got to assess this. Can't over-use my Quirk. Maybe I can attack them without my Quirk...") Dabi: "Have fun with them, kiddos, while I--" *PUNCH* Dabi: *knocked back by a super-fast punch* momo: ?! Iida: "...You talk too much." sachi: haha! Izuku: "Iida! Look out--" *PUNCHED* yuuji: stuff it junior. Iida: "Izuku! Wh--" *PUNCHED, HEAD SLAMMING TO FLOOR* Dabi: *chuckles, as he summons new flames, throwing them at Momo and Ochako* ochako: *gravities herself out of the way* momo: *dodge* yikes! ??? kufufufufu....

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