#im goin insane!!!!!! goin feral!!!!!!

[star-quill]

Can you may-haps do one with Quill with a corruption kink🫣 (I just feel like it’s something he’d have)

oh yes he definitely does.

you moved away to a different state for college, hoping to maybe find a boyfriend, settle down and get a good job—and you got none of those things. you did kiss a few guys at parties but it never really went any further. didn't get the job you wanted either, so now you're back living with your parents, which isn't really helping your "find a boyfriend" case.

that's when you spot him. he's out in the driveway talking to your dad, arms folded over his chest as he laughs and throws his head back at something your dad said. you don't know who be is, perhaps a new neighbour you assume.

"who was that?"

"peter, he lives across the road.. just moved back in from being away for a while."

peter. it kinda suits him. and you kinda wanna get to know him more. so you decide to bake cookies and take them over to his, or rather, his grandpa's place. he answered the door with a smile, grinning even more when he saw the baked goods.

"those for us?"

"yeah! i studied culinary arts in college and well, you're new to the neighbourhood so thought i'd put my skills to use and be a good neighbour.."

oh you were so cute. he leaned against the doorframe with his forearm, grabbing a cookie with his other hand and taking a bite.

"oh my god.. these are fuckin' delicious.. here bring them in, my grandpa's out the back.." he stood back from the doorway, letting you in and following you through to the back door, opening it to let you out. he looked you up and down as you walked out, his mind just racing with the absolute filthiest thoughts about you.

once his grandpa took one, you came back inside and left him the tray of cookies in the kitchen, before walking back out his house. you waved at him from across the street and he shut his front door after you went back inside your own house. oh he was done for.

the next week, your parents hosted a mini barbecue, just for family that were visiting but you absolutely begged them to invite peter and his grandpa. which was now how you were sat by the edge of your pool, legs dangling in the water while you ate a strawberry popsicle. peter was sat next to you, his hands leaning back behind him on the ground.

he had to suppress every single thought in his mind as he caught sight of you sucking on the popsicle, your lips turning a dark shade of red. he had to say something or else he'd go insane.

"you think i don't know what you're doing?"

"hm?" you turned to him, popsicle still between your lips as you gazed up at him slightly, with absolutely no clue what he's on about.

"oh c'mon.. so you didn't deliberately sit beside me with that thing and eat it the way you're eating it?"

"no.. am i eating it wrong?"

"no, no.. just.. forget it.." he got up and walked away, grabbing a beer from the ice box and heading inside, chucking the cap into the bin before taking a sip.

"i want you to explain to me what you thought i was doing.." he jumped, turning around to see you standing there, your popsicle gone and your lips still dark red.

"don't think i should.. go back outside.."

"no, i want to know, peter.." you moved around the island now, standing next to him. god, if you weren't standing next to a floor to ceiling window, he'd bend you right over the counter and take you right there.

"you really wanna know?"

"yes."

"thought you were deliberately sucking on that popsicle, trying to get my dick hard.. thought you were imagining things, like pretending that popsicle was my dick.. but judging by that gasp, you don't know what the fuck i'm on about.."

"oh.. well uhm.. was i doing it right?"

"doing what right?"

"the way i was uhm.. sucking on the popsicle, was i doing it right?"

he just looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head slightly.

"you never sucked a dick before?" you shook your head.

"you ever kissed anyone?" this time you nodded.

"well that's one thing i don't have to teach you.."

and you couldn't say no to that. so now you were on your knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of your bed. his hand fisted in your hair as you tried to take him all in your mouth. he was big but it felt so good. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him, watching as his eyes screwed shut and he groaned out, the noises he was making were absolutely obscene.

he pulled you off him, his hand cupping your chin as you placed your hands on his knees. he tilted his head again, ever so slightly, almost like he was figuring you out, or figuring out what to do next. you just whimpered at the words that left his mouth next.

"y'wanna know something.. the day you came over with those cookies.. i thought you were so cute. in that pretty little flowery sundress.. wanted to just bend you over the kitchen counter, fill you up and watch you squirm.. you'd make a good lil' slut, don't you think? all for me?"

"mmhm.."

he didn't technically become your boyfriend, partly because you think your parents would kill you if they found out. but you did go over to his place occasionally, waiting until he was alone so you could be as loud as he wanted you to be. the first time he had sex with you, he was gentle but you begged him for more.

"you used to be so innocent, baby.. what happened, hm? this dick got you all messed up, huh.."

"mmf.. please.. need more.. please.."

you were on your stomach, spread out in front of him on your bed, your hips lifted up so he can fuck into you, grinding against you whenever he filled you up all the way. all you wanted was a boyfriend, a cute boyfriend to send you flowers, or kiss you softly whenever he had to leave—and instead you got the man across the street to dick you down whenever your parents went to the grocery store. then you became hooked, touching yourself at night and thinking of him, thinking of the next night you'd get to see him and he could give you your fix. he was like a drug, he made you feel so good and you were addicted.

weeks ago you wouldn't even think about touching yourself over anyone, and now you're whimpering, making yourself come while you whine out his name, wishing he was here beside you to fill you up. he had you wrapped around his finger and you knew whenever he called, you'd come running, ready to drop to your knees or spread yourself out for him. and he'd call you his "good girl", tell you you were doing so good, how pretty you looked all wet for him, and only him.

but still, at times you'd play the innocent card, knowing it riled him up. the sun was hitting the front of your house just right, so you dragged the sun lounger from your garage and sat it in your front garden. laying down, you made sure peter was home, noticing him walk through his house. it wasn't long before he caught sight of you and came over.

"gettin' a tan?"

"mmhm.. ur welcome to join me if you want.."

and that he did, until the sun moved and you both went round the back of your house. he moved his lounger right next to yours and ran his hand over your leg.

"peter.."

"hm?"

you didn't say anything else, just let him slide his hand under your bikini bottom, two fingers slipping through your folds before he plunged them inside you. your hands grabbed at his wrist, squeezing your thighs around his arm, whining and squirming on the lounger. he said nothing as he added another finger and you felt tears in your eyes as you came, legs shaking. he pulled his fingers out and you clawed at his hand to take them in your mouth, licking them clean.

"always gotta have somethin' in your mouth, baby.."

oh he really had you hooked. you were both absolutely head over heels obsessed with each other. and you wouldn't want it any other way when he always makes you feel this good.

[loudanqueer]

The vocals for Brave New fucking World cannot be overstated like holy shit-

[grimalkinmessor]

HE'S BACK HE'S BACK MY BOY

TOMURA,,,

TOMURA YOU'RE HIS,, W HAT

YOU'RE HIS WHAT

[backtochicago]

[bonyato]

Sorry abt the occasional digiposting as of late, im coming to terms w/ the fact that it's starting to grow on me orz

[vihrago-a]

giving verena a modern western aes because i can

[sh4k-thing]

currently seeing stars /pos

[loopylostandfound]

For the ask game, 001- BaroRyuu and 002- Barok van Zieks! :D

OH BOY BUCKLE UP

will contain dgs-dgs2 spoilers so anyone reading who hasn't finished the games, DONT LOOK LOL

baroryuu

- when I started shipping it

oh god oh jeez. it was after I'd finished the games actually, I wasn't into it at first. I think fanfic converted me and now I'm feral LOL

- my thoughts

HHEHRHRHEHRHRHRHHRHGGGHRJRNNGGNGNGGNG

no but for real uhhhh I love them. there's something soooo chefs kiss abt this dynamic. I love when big scary guy is absolutely brought to his knees by a cute little weirdo who believed in him. saved him even. hhhrhrhrhhr they are special to me and I'm squeezing them

- what makes me happy abt them

well all of the above hdwjksjfjd but uhhh I love the growth of their relationship a lot, especially on barok's end like he realizes his behavior was shitty and is genuinely sorry for it, I love that he's not too proud to admit this. and ryuu is always so patient with him and insists that he's good even though he's treated him badly ouhghhgh they believe in each other!! wheeee

- what makes me sad abt them

the fact that ryuu had to leave ouhsgsgdjjdjff you mean you LEFT him ALONE??? hhfhdjskdj no I know he had to go it's important and I wouldn't change it but oouuuhh the heartbreak. i feel these long distance feels all too well ough

- things done in fanfic that annoy me

when someone makes ryuu like. too wooby. like turns him into a helpless damsel or some shit lol it is not my thing, I like him to have agency jdjwjdjd and don't like when he's made out to be like. an idiot lol. also in a similar vein don't like when barok is made into too much of an asshole, he's actually a kind person to most he's just a bit gruff and has a lot of walls up lol

- things I look for in fanfic

im a well documented dom ryuu enjoyer hdjsjskfjfj so that for sure (altho I don't mind any dynamic between them, I just prefer this lol) but also I like relationship reveal fics, love confessions, and anything where barok's softer side gets to peek through a lot <3 hehehe

- who I'd be comfortable with them ending up with besides each other

kazuma. lol he's just the other part of my ot3 tho hdjwkskfjjf

herlock with either of them is a fun time but I have a hard time seeing him w either of them longterm, I think vanlock are exes lmao and ryuulock probably was a fling at some point but I don't think they'd end up together

yeah it's basically just kazuma hfjwkqksjdkdk like as a longterm thing lol

- my happily ever after for them

as stated above my ot3 is asobaroryuu (any configuration of the ship lol) so I like the idea of them all moving to japan and doing law stuff together lol they have a big house and adopt a kid or two! as self indulgent as possible here jdskkskfjfjf

- who is the big spoon/little spoon

i think most of the time ryuu is probably the little spoon bc it's easier given the height difference lol but sometimes it's barok bc sometimes even a bad bitch needs to be held okay !!! and ryuu likes holding his big scary bf it makes him feel good too hehe

- what is their favorite non-sexual activity

self indulgent answer: cuddles

possibly more realistic answer but still self-indulgent: goin on walks together and talking about everything and nothing. while holding hands. also facing off in court, I think they'd enjoy being able to do that without any animosity between them

thank u im insane!!!!!!! anyways

barok van zieks

OH BOY OKAY OKAY OKAY

- how I feel about this character

[10 minutes of screaming, breaking glass noises, clown honks, car crash sounds, ripping noises, growling, whimpering, crying, insane laughter]

very normal.

I love him a lot and I never expected to going into the games!! bc I had only seen negative things abt him and expected him to be this irredeemable asshole. but no!!! he's literally a huge softie inside actually???? and like. care about truth and justice which is more than one can say for many aa prosecutors lol like he's probably the most competent of the bunch, he's just a cunt to ryuunosuke at first but he apologizes later 😭 also I love the fact that he has bats in his office like it's both a great supplement to his goth vampire aesthetic but also seems to imply he likes animals and I love to imagine him feeding his lil fruit bats hdjskdjfjf. also he's so fucking pretty and i would climb him like a tree. im incredibly normal about his tits. and thighs. anyway let's move on

- all the people I ship romantically with this character

ryuunosuke n kazuma, at the same time preferably lol. herlock, albert, and genshin get honorable mentions as ppl i think he may have had a thing for/with in the past but i don't necessarily see as a Ship for me personally lol

- my non-romantic otp for this character

i want to see the vanlock exes to worsties agenda lmaooo they are never getting back together but they are going to make each other's lives worsebetter forever <3

- my unpopular opinion abt this character

hes a sub. like at least as a strong preference jdjwkdjfj and also even in a non-sexual way, I think it would be a great de-stressing thing for him to let someone he trusts take over for a bit and take care of him, kinda just let his worries melt away. big praise kink and worship kink on this guy I think :3

- one thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

i want uncle barok and iris interactions!!! he would be the best uncle he would spoil her rotten and she would let him lol

- my otp

asobaroryuu <3 I really think the three of them would balance out really well once they worked out their issues, baroryuu is my fav among the three pairings here n the only one that really stands on its own for me but I prefer them all together soooo much i don't like leaving kazuma out hes a little feral beast he spices up the proceedings lol

- my crossover ship

dont have one sowwy ;-;

- a headcanon fact

hes autistic. like holy shit. I saw this mans office w his constantly rearranged wine barrels and his specific custom made chalices n his whole like. aura. n was like aha. the tism. bdjskajxjdf but no fr theres more thn that that i cant think of now and i may be projecting here lol but that man is not neurotypical!!! :D

WAUGH tht was a lot lmaooooo

[elli3luvs]

ELLIE KNEE THING IM GOING INSANE I HAVE TO HAVE HER

IM BARKING GOIN FERAL MAYBE EVEN A LITTLE INSANE ?????

[pxppinmolly-archived]

HUSBAND HUSBAND HUSBAND HUSBAND H-

[bluiex]

(bluie im so sorry)

a lil continuation on my convexian ask ,,

ok but like cub and scar ,, complimenting grian's shenanigans w the whole diamonds and quests thing,, im goin insane.

"that's a smart move, you gotta be honest" - cub

"thats clever" - scar

LIKE of course it would be them to say it .hssbmkjjhs and cub jokingly smackin scar mm

- 💌

(do not be sorry I am loving this) I KNOW I KNOW The whole time i was like just screaming in my head- CONVEXIAN I'm so feral atm over everything happening now. Grian refusing a resistance against REN, but he is gladly considering a resistance against the Soup Group. Got Scar to kill him so he wouldn't resist Ren. BUT HEAR ME OUT OK

Imagine Grian, enlisting Scar and Cub into his resistance. (and the rest of the knights table because cmon they all hate Ren as much as Soup Group does.) but its all this elaborate scheme to take down Ren, and allow soup to take over- like sdgjkbdgsjkh

[bl00dyb0nez]

I love you wtf!!!!!!! Kissing you on the head and tucks you into bed because I love you so much!!!! No self loathing at this hour I'm also deeply afraid of losing you so im not goin no where. Besides who else is gonna put up with a feral dog /t

HDHDHDJ WAH INLOVE YOU TOO!!!

Unfortunately yes self loathing at this hour it’s prime time to spam the vent blog duh/j but I’m so sorry you are afraid but thank you for sharing the same feelings makes me feel less insane

HAHAH Idk we’re like two codependent dogs can’t go anywhere without eachother and the nervous collars

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

//i might make something out of this little snippet i made so...idk let me know if i should continue? i’m a little conflicted//

The Long Intervals of Insanity

(look it has a fancy name😌)

Billy Hargrove never meant to love again. He never meant to long for the fallen king’s gaze. He never meant to catalog every graze of touch that passed between them. He never meant to stare and yearn for an inkling of endorsement towards showing one another a forbidden emotion. He never meant to follow along like a star around Polaris. And he definitely never meant to get caught.

Hey, Hargrove, saw you lookin’ at Harrington earlier. Not goin’ soft on him are you? I knocked him down for a reason. Keep ‘im in his place. Ya feel?

So he closed his locker and threw a ‘watch what you say, man, or i’ll jump you during fifth’ before slinking out.

He knew he wouldn’t stay respected if he just let that slide. He also wanted to stay on the good side of his step-sister’s goonie squad as much as possible too. Because Billy knew they weren’t intimidated by him anymore. Maybe they were before but that was prior to something shifting on their side of the troposphere. Especially on that night he pushed the Sinclair kid against a wall and beat Harrington bloody and unconscious. Although, Billy didn’t fully believe that the lack of response he received from them was just because Max had managed to get the upper hand that one time. They all had a haunted look in their eyes. A dullness that went deeper than just one bad night with a manic bastard. No, their eyes flickered off behind Billy when they glanced at him and they jumped at sudden noises made from far away. He even saw Steve twirl around and raise his hand defensively when some leaves had risen due to the wind a few days afterward. Billy remembered that clearly.

How Steve walked past a pile of leaves near the high school parking lot with unfocused and fatigued brown globes. How the wind picked up and the leaves hovered up in a spastic dance. How Steve suddenly grew close to feral and spun around on his scuffed Nike clad heels. How he had his fists up like he was about to hit someone and strike home. But there were three things that Billy really remembered specifically. The first being the way Steve’s eyes changed drastically. A new formed protective, determined, and reckless boy a misconstrued moment made bloom. Similar but so very different from that night at the Byers dump. The second was the way Steve caught Billy staring. How he faltered hesitantly, his shoulders fell in relief, and he made scarily quick eye contact with a perplexed Billy before darting off like nothing happened. And the third was the large maroon blood drops that stained the toes of his shoes. Blood that fell from his face when he had been trying to protect a gaggle of kids from Billy’s intrusive wrath.

Billy Hargrove knew he wasn’t good and he never meant to fall for someone who was.

[demiiiiiiii]

DEMI AND CANNI IM GOING CRAZY RN IM GOIN FERAL IM GOING INSANE IM EATIN IT DEMMIIIII ANDDDD CANNI ARE INNNN ITTT AHHHHHHHHH

Hope I don't brother u with this, I just remembered u said something about a big art piece for IMs 300 chapter? How's that coming along?👀 Hope everythings been good mate, ur art literally makes me ascend akshslsjak<3

(ignore the fact that this ask has been sitting in my inbox for months and im only now getting around to it)

But yeah! When the fic was abt to hit 300 chapters i started work on a poster. Never finished it and its been sitting on my pc rotting. I'll share the wip though, since ill probably never finish it and if i do decide to work on it again i'll probably redo it from scratch with all the new characters added since

also my art style has changed a bit since, especially on the way i draw humans. n e ways heres the thing;

[mychemicalaromanticism]

things ive already established r on this post

besties this got so fucking long but heres a giant ramble about cherri

okay so. there are huge differences betwn cherri as a hyperviolent drac hunter and cherri as a friend of the four and cherri as the girls mentor. with the first one he was 17 and desperate to distance himself from his upbringing so he went all in on Being A Killjoy. he was always one of the first ppl to rush into a fight and he fought hard. he blew up his fuckin hand with that attitude. and all the while he was just racking up more unaddressed trauma and eventually he ran away from that, too. giving himself radiation poisoning was more appealing than facing his problems.

so as a teenager/young adult hes kind of constantly in a panicked state. hes scared the people from his past are going to find him and drag him back with them. so he lashes out and he runs away over and over again.

i said in another post that he has some past life shit goin on which usually would give him a connection to the witch that manifests early in life, but with all the stuff hes gone through he has been Preoccupied. he can become oblivious to almost anything that doesnt apply to whatever hes focused on. not in a hyperfocus way its likeeeeee. when u live on survival mode during prolonged periods of stress. hes immune to magic bullshit bc hes too tired and scared.

anyways around his mid-20s he finally has a little more stability (as much as the average person living in the zones can have, that is) and he finally notices that Weird Stuff happens around him. basically: out of my list of Powers People Connected To The Witch Have he has the prophetic dreams/enhanced intuition as well as a form of sensing ghosts where he can see auras and kind of like, echoes of past events in ppls lives. that look like auras. itz complicated and not of utmost importance so im leaving it at that.

anyways thats what makes him start writing poetry. just 4 funsies he'll describe his weird experiences and embellish them to make em pretty. just as a casual hobby n all that.

he would forget fun ghoul in between the times they ran into each other but its pretty easy to be reminded of who fun ghoul is. the most insane 10 year old cherri has ever met. cherri isnt a brother figure to ghoul. hes just. his friend that happens to be more than twice his age. its whatever lmao

to cherri, ghoul is kinda like a stray animal he keeps seeing. which is hilarious. ghoul actually goes and finds him to introduce him to jet when they start running together, and cherri meets party and kobra (spark and birdie at the time) when he drives the four of them to a party. because he has a truck hell yeah. so now instead of one stray animal he has, like, a feral cat colony that he drives around occasionally. i have no real-life human relationship equivalent to them because irl if some guy that is not related to any of you and isnt even a childhood or family friend and theyre hanging out with you? they are usually not a safe person lmao. but this is my fantasy land and im too stubborn to change anyones birth years even though ghoul being born in 2004 makes everything really hard to make not creepy.

so yeah hes a casual somewhat friend of the fab four. hed probably get more and more concerned as they got famous. the beginnings of any sort of protective feelings, awww :) that sets him up for becoming the girls mentor.

OH FUCK. THE GIRL..... i think if i was in my late 20s and i heard that the gang of 13-17 year olds had adopted a 5 year old kid i would go bananas. what the fuck. it is a LONG while before cherri meets her. but he has the strongest affection for ghoul (if you could even call it that) and ghoul absolutely adores the girl and swings her around under her arms like a cat to show her off to cherri and its very endearing and the girl is sweet and funny so its easy to be around her. and (unfortunately) she is somewhat used to interacting with weird easily agitated people so she kinda gives him space. cherri isnt quite the uncle figure the fandom usually makes him (i luv uncle cherri sm but he simply cannot exist in the universe ive created, f), but hes a little similar.

and then the four had to go and pretend to die. lol.

when the girl was kidnapped, fucking everyone who knew her was ready to storm the city then and there. like regardless of how little you knew her, if you had ever met her you would fucking die for her. she is pure childish charisma and shes precious. i love the girl. so cherris immediately on board with whatever plan the four make to get her back. ive already talked abt how it fucked up the girl tho; there was no way to tell her that the four werent actually dead, she sees the building collapse and she shuts down. and cherri has to fight against his instinct to leave the radio station and never come back when he sees an eight year old girl sitting dissociated on the couch. that fucks everyone up.

i just realized i havent talked about literally anyone else at the radio station. i think cherri started lingering around the station bc it was safe and sheltered while also not being a popular spot. there are less kids there (people pass through but its not a hangout spot). he was kind of just hanging around to get away from the heat and noise and dr d took notice. because that man can see ur soul and no one knows if thats literal or not. so theyd chat a few times a day and show pony was the one 2 get him out of his shell a little and also was the first one he mentioned his poetry hobby to. im making this all up right now as im writing bc i dont know anything about LITERALLY any of the ppl associated w the radio like im not even going 2 try with chimp n newsie i do not have the willpower to tackle all that. justttt. cherri pony n D become bros and live 2gether there.

back 2 the regular timeline. the rescue mission happens in 2019. the girl lives at the station until 2023. during that time she is very much depressed and withdrawn and is only happy when the four come to visit. none of the Adults know how to help her so they just keep her safe and cared for and hope she'll open up to them.

she does not. she takes the weird cat thats been hanging around and she runs away.

cherri does not see her for three years. shes still worse for wear in the mental health department and he can see all kinds of visions of what shes been through since the last time he saw her and he fucking hates the ultra vs bc they remind him of his past. he does not want her going down that path but its obvious that she isnt crazy abt the ultraviolence thing either so thats a relief.

they have a kind of tense relationship throughout the comics. he feels like he failed her and that spirals into feeling like he failed the four for not being a good adult to them and fun ghoul for not helping enough when his commune was bombed and all kinds of shit and that irrational thinking mixed with plain old, yknow, caring about the girl, is what makes him take a bullet (laser. whatever) for her.

i was trying to figure out the timing of each of their ghost experiences, but i want both of them to talk to the witch and im just gonna make it like dreams where a whole buncha stuff happens but irl its been like seconds. so its like barely a second while the girl has her Witch Convo and cherri FINALLY gets a straight answer, yes there is weird shit going on with him having powers. he doesnt have any story-significant past lives because im lazy, hes just an old soul. like really fuckin old. the amount of latent life experience and stuff his soul/energy/whatever has picked up along the way makes him VERY noticeable to gods n stuff. he fuckin lights up all the alarms like what the FUCK is that over there. she wasnt rly able to get to him or even properly notice him while he was a kid and a young adult so shes happy to finally see him again. he has a STRONG sense of familiarity with her. they know each other on a wild ass level that he cant really comprehend.

welp thats some more lore I'll have 2 think abt. anywayz

post canon is when he and val get to have the most awkward spiderman meme moment of realizing that they have the same trauma SOOOOO thatz fun lol /s sorry kings i thought it would be fun to give u something fucked up to bond over <3

not much changes in his personality. he has a better understanding of Weird Magic and delights in freaking out the ultra vs but for the most part he returns to his life at the radio station. i love him

THIS GOT SO CRAZY LONG I DID NOT MEAN 2 GO THROUGH EVERY PART OF HIS LIFE LIKE SOME WEIRD CHARACTER STUDY but here we are. this is basically a first draft like almost all of this is subject to change but u gotta start somewhere. so heres my start i love this guy. its probably obvious but i have not read ANY twitterverse killjoys stuff </3 maybe i will someday idk

[proherostories]

Quarantine Craze

AO3 LINK

WC - 1716

Archive Warnings - Rated T & No Archive Warnings apply.

TW - Quarantine

Pairing - TodoDekuKiri

Summary -  Midoriya does his best to calm down his friends who have gone wild due to a villain's Quirk.

Everyone’s a Pro-Hero

Notes - Written for "#writersmonth2020" from tumblr 

Day 2 Prompt = Quarantine ch2 will be prompt = hurt/comfort

Written for "#writersmonth2020" from THIS POST

Izuku felt his heart breaking the longer he watched his friends [and lovers] in the holding cells, screaming and holding their heads as if they were going to split apart.

They were in Tartarus, not because anyone was in trouble, but because they had the space necessary to deal with what was happening. 

Shouto and Kirishima were in separate rooms, with windows that looked in but not out. There was no furniture for them to throw around, but that didn’t stop Shouto from throwing icicles at the walls or Kirishima trying to punch the window. Izuku hadn’t seen Kirishima this...feral in quite a while. As for Shouto? He was always outwardly composed, so seeing him like this? 

Tears pricked at Izuku’s eyes and he took a deep breath. Officers and other management were here, so he couldn’t really...be vulnerable. It was so hard to not run into either room and try and calm them down. It was bad enough a lot of civilians were going through this same process, but they were being held elsewhere since the Quirks of the general populace weren’t as well trained and developed as Heros.

It was lucky he himself wasn’t in their shoes. A villain had a Quirk called “Craze” and it not only affected the people he went after, but anyone they had touched. It didn’t show up until at least ten minutes later, which gave people who thought were fine time to come in contact with others. When someone like that went out and caused chaos and mass panic? Gathering information on who’d run into who was difficult. 

Their saving grace? Shouto and Kirishima had been in the same location when everything went insane, and had not only subdued the villain but also kept the ‘casualties’ at a minimum. Maybe fifty people were being monitored instead of...a hundred? More? 

Now the downfall was right in front of his eyes, and no one would be ‘okay’ until tomorrow. It’d maybe taken...half an hour to get here? Both of them had been sedated and put into their own holding cells, but now it looked like that had been the worst thing to do. Almost as soon as they woke up their Quirks had flared up, Shouto’s freezing the room in one second only for it to be covered in steam the next. Kirishima had gone Unbreakable and his roar had been what cut the sound from the rooms. 

There were sensors keeping track of their vitals with technology Izuku didn’t have the mental capacity to pay attention to. He’d arrived here maybe five minutes ago, and his friends had been rampaging long before. It hadn’t even been an hour and no one knew when it’d calm down or if they’d need to be sedated again before they killed themselves. 

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t sit still and watch them hurt themselves, it wasn’t in his nature and he headed to one of the officials that looked like they’d be able to get him what he wanted. “I need to talk to them.” 

They looked at him but seemed completely unaffected by his presence. Izuku severely disliked people like this. “We can’t let you do that.”

“Yes, you can and you will.” Izuku drew up to his full height, “I’m not asking to go inside. Give me access to your intercom. I will not stand here twiddling my thumbs hoping they won’t collapse from overexertion.”

Huffing, they narrowed their eyes before turning on their heel and he followed after them. 

Once he got into the room where he could talk to his loves, he settled himself in and took deep breaths through his nose. He couldn’t let them down. They were there for him, and he was there for them. That was how they worked and he wouldn’t disappoint.

Considering how volatile Shouto’s quirk was, he started with him and focused all his attention on the man with duo-toned hair, “Shou?” he called softly at first, to see if his voice would even garner his attention, but no it did not. So he tried again, louder and firm in his tone. When Shouto snapped his head up and spun around, trying to find the source, he kept going, “Shouto, it’s Deku-”

“Deku! Deku, Are you-what-you…” Shouto faltered and grabbed his head again, “you...okay?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m trying to tell you I’m okay. I’m here. I’m talking to you through the intercom-”

“It hurts!” Shouto gasped and Izuku winced, hearing how much pain was interlaced in the other’s voice, “I don’...villain...he…”

“Quirk: Craze. I know. It’s okay, you’re okay, Shou,” Izuku soothed, “We don’t know how long it lasts yet, he won’t talk. I was worried about you when they said you steamed the room. Try and take some deep breaths for me, Shou. Sit down if you gotta.” He watched as Shouto did as he was instructed, plopping down onto his ass while ice and fire still warred over his skin and uniform. “We’re at Tartarus, you’re safe here.” ‘At least you should be…’ Izuku thought venomously, “You’re in Quarantine. Everyone else from the attack is also being quarantined-”

“Red Riot!” Shouto suddenly gasped, head jerking all over again as he looked around frantically, as if they’d even be in the same room together, “Red Riot, he...with me…”

Part of Izuku doubted what he was even saying was being paid attention to, but it didn’t matter. Just talking, hearing his voice had severely calmed down one of his lovers, and he hoped it would have the same effect on Kirishima, “Yes, he’s here too. In the cell next to you. I can only talk to one of you at a time…”

“Talk to him! Talk to him, I’m-” Shou made a soft shout and a groan as he doubled over, “I got...Deku, I got it…”

‘For the moment, anyway…’ “Okay, I’ll talk to you again in just a minute. Just breathe for me, Shou.” Cutting connection with Shouto’s room, Izuku felt as if he was spiraling. Following his own advice, he took another breath and then opened the coms to Kirishima, wincing as he was immediately deafened by the shouting, “RED RIOT!” He knew he had to shout here, “RED, STOP! RIGHT NOW. IT’S ME, IT’S DEKU!”

It was such a process, watching Kirishima shake his whole body from side to size, Hardened hands digging into his palms. There was definitely blood, and Izuku didn’t doubt he’d pierced his own body in a few places. “D-Deku?!” he sucked air into his lungs, but still couldn’t focus.

“Yes! Yes, Red, it’s me, it’s me,” Izuku had to reign in every instinct to call either of them ‘baby’ or ‘love’ so he poured every inflection into his voice at every opportunity, “I’m here. I’m here, I got you. It’s alright, everyone’s safe you know. You and Shou did such a good job. The villain’s locked up but he won’t tell us how long this’ll last. We’ll all go home after this, I promise, okay? All three of us. You’ve done so good, Kiri.”

The whimper that filtered through made Izuku shake in his seat from trying not to risk everything by going to his companions. “D-Deku…” A lot of the fight seemed to leave Kirishima from his words, crumpling to the ground without even having to be asked. Legs up and hands in his hair again, he was curled in on himself, “Jus’ wanted...t’get out...Shouto, he…”

“What’s the matter, Red?” Izuku coaxed, “You can talk to me, you’re safe. Shou’s safe.”

“His powers...they...he…” a frustrated noise, “...powers...started losing it...got really worried…” 

“Shou’s powers went haywire first?” Izuku guessed, “Who took down the villain?”

“Me.” It was a simple, easy answer, “I did. Shouto ‘n’ I...together we...cuffs. Waited...backup. Took too damn long,” he spat, “Frost...started goin...then fire sputtering...He couldn’ make it stop…”

“The Quirk effect varies from when it manifests,” Izuku explained gently, “If you took him out first, then you must’ve started after Shou did.”

“Ya…” Kirishima jerked and his body rippled with Hardening, his fists clenching as he locked up, only to gasp and puff when it dissipated, “I...uh...punched ‘im…Shouto tried to...stop me...froze a ‘lil…” he touched his left arm, where Shouto would’ve had to grab him for the ice to be relevant.

It warmed and broke Izuku’s heart to know why Shouto had demanded he speak to Kirishima, and why Kirishima had been freaking out so badly but now seemed less drastic than the fire-ice user. “He’s okay. We’re all gunna make it outta this, alright? You were sedated for at least thirty minutes before you woke up and maybe another ten before I got here. If you’re fine in the next two hours we can go home.”

“Tests?” Kirishima grumbled and it pulled the first chuckle out of Izuku.

“Yes, I don’t doubt they’ll run tests on you. I know it hurts, but I’m gunna talk to Shou again, okay? Hang in there, tough guy,” Izuku cooed and only caught Kirishima nodding before he switched coms again. “Shou, Kirishima’s doing fine. You used your Quirk on him by accident, didn’t you?”

Shouto looked horribly dejected by being called out, but he nodded. The room was frozen over, but his fire hadn’t flared to steam it yet. Was it slowing down?

“He was worried about you,” Izuku shushed, “He’s having flare-ups, but he’s okay. This’ll all be over and we’ll all get home and watch movies and take the day off tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

“‘S’kay,” Shouto mumbled, his arms wrapped around his body and looking miserable.

“Kirishima’s not hurt, Shou,” Izuku repeated, realizing how locked in his head Shouto was, “Your Quirk started acting up before his did, and then you tried to stop Kirishima from hurting the villain. It’s not your fault. You were doing what you needed to do.” He smiled softly, “Your power hasn’t hurt anyone, Shou. You and Kirishima are doing so well.”

When all Shouto did was nod and drop the tension in his shoulders, Izuku relaxed as well, “Just another couple hours and a couple tests, alright? We’ll get through this, just like we have everything else.”