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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Sixteen. Part 2

I am tired as fuck, but Robyn woke me up, she is excited to go to Mexico and so am I but I went bed late as fuck. Too busy partying with her family, they good people. Robyn really got me good though “you will get out of bed yes?” Robyn pointed at me, nodding my head “turn the camera! Riri!” TJ spat, he is dumb “just get out of bed and pack some stuff” recently all Robyn does is try and drag me out of bed, I mean I understand why but still “be quiet but yeah, she outdid anything in my life. Lebron knows me, he knows my name. I am going to be at his house next, bet!” I spat “bet, my nigga. Shit, you need to show us that shit when you back but it’s good to see you smiling, you look so happy in the photos I am seeing. Like these random pictures I see, it came up on my explore page and I was shook. I am like is that my nigga!” I chuckled “yeah, it’s wild but it’s been the best birthday. I am just so blessed, I am happy. I can’t stop smiling, I am here cheesing so hard” I breathed out “look, it looks so good on you. But TJ and I just came back from the club so we vibing, we better let you go” nodding my head “oh yeah, bro!” TJ came up behind Barry “Seiko is so bitter; she has been saying that is my ex. She stole my man, she stole him unprovoked, I was reading her comment on her post and I said that is untrue, they were dating since the start, you was filler. She turned around and say no, Rihanna saw him and took my man so she is going with that storyline” of course she would “the Rihanna post triggered her” I said through my laughter “triggered!? Yo, tell your girl to block her, she is in her comments saying she stole you” raising an eyebrow “dang, I ain’t see that. I will tell her to do that, but yeah. I am happy bro. I will fill you all in when I get back ok?” they both saluted me “happy birthday brother, bye” waving at the phone.

I giggled to myself, my mother is funny. She can’t really use a phone, she just sent me a ling to a happy birthday video, some random woman singing it too. I hope there is more to this message, scratching my chest laughing “she funny” I said to myself, tapping on the YouTube sign and the first thing I see is Wendy Williams and there is a picture of Robyn and I “oh shit” I said to myself, this is some shit. This is real, I am getting spoken about. I am nosey and I want to see, I haven’t really been on social media like that, so I don’t know what is being said. I only like Robyn’ post and put a heart under it and then closed it, it’s messy on there. The video loaded up “so ladies, Rihanna has a new thug in her life” she is so dramatic, so is the crowd “she went to the Lakers game to parade her new man. We don’t know anything about him, but ladies. He is a thug, I think Rihanna has a type” wow they searched my mug shot, I knew that “he has a record, mhmm. Drugs and now he is dating Rihanna? How did that even happen, well apparently that is her soulmate, you know what they say? Love is blind. Girl, you need to rethink that. I think Rihanna needs to run; we know she paid for those courtside seats. Riri you can do better, when things go wrong don’t say we didn’t warn you” the crowd cheered, well that is nice.

That sucks to hear, I am not shocked, but it still hurts to hear because I am not even like that. I didn’t ask for her to do this, I would be happy with her company, maybe in a cabin again but it just sucks that people are saying things about me. I disconnect myself from social media but it’s there, I can’t stop it at all either but whatever. I am going to go down and eat some breakfast “morning” Rajad said, looking down the hallway “going down? Morning” closing the bedroom door “yeah, happy birthday again. It was a nice party wasn’t it? Did you like it” nodding my head waiting for Rajad to reach me “I loved it, I really didn’t expect it just because we barely knew each other, I mean I am new to you all” walking down the steps “my sister has really spoke on you so much, you don’t understand how much she did. So we feel like we do, but to meet you. It’s everything she has said” I grinned wide “thank you, I am me. I am just a regular nigga, I met your sister as she is but her being Rihanna, it’s wild but I am happy. I would treat her the utmost respect” rubbing my chest walking into the kitchen “happy birthday!” Robyn spat again “thank you baby” pecking Robyn’ lips “happy birthday Christopher” Monica used my government “thank you mama, appreciate it” I can’t stop smiling “sit down, I got you with breakfast” my baby is spoiling me.

I stifled out a yawn “what we doing in Mexico?” I asked Robyn, I mean I don’t mind but I would like to know “I am doing you” Robyn said in a whisper, I busted out laughing “fine, besides that what we doing?” Robyn wrapped her arms around mind, resting her head on my shoulder “you will see” smiling wide “do you ever feel like oh I am paying out? Like I am not putting out like you” I said, I said it because I am thinking it “no, and why? What have you seen?” the table became a little silent “just a video came on YouTube, Wendy Williams. She said that I am a criminal and stuff, like I am a bad guy?” Leandra kissed her teeth “that bug built bitch, Chris I wouldn’t even worry about it. People will talk, that is on them. Do not let them bring you down, just don’t pay attention” Leandra said and it’s nice to see them taking up for me “I tend to not look at social media because it’s all bad but it came up, using my mugshot already, shit is just wack. Like they going all out to see my old stuff. I am not ever here for her money. I love Robyn, so yeah. Just annoying. What else is being said?” clearly they know “we know your mugshot has been released, it’s just all shit they are saying” Tina answered, “so I guess you was warned?” running my hand over my head “yeah but it’s whatever, they will get over it” rolling my eyes “I wish I wasn’t famous but if I wasn’t then we wouldn’t have been, imagine that” Robyn mumbled.

Things seemed to be on a downer thanks to me so I thought I would change the subject “are you all going to be on the tour?” I wonder if they are “pretty much besides my mom and Rajad, they will be staying behind, but we will be there. You coming yeah?” Rorrey pointed at me “yeah, nigga is a little nervous though. I don’t know what to expect from it” I chuckled “it’s fun, tiresome for Robyn. It’s boring after the first three dates” Robyn gasped “how many times can we here We Found Love? Come on Robyn, shit gets annoying” she is so offended “but we literally just be in city to city, having fun but this will be more intense. Seven days and seven countries, I think Robyn is going to be stressed out” looking over at Robyn “mhmm don’t get me started, excited but I am already tired” Robyn needs to calm down if it stresses you out “Robyn I want you to be careful, ok? Do not push yourself” Monica said but it was more concern then anything “I will mom” Robyn dragged out “don’t just say I will, take action. For you, be safe” my phone started ringing, digging into my pocket “I got to take this, it’s my mom” I got up from the dining table, answering the facetime and the first thing I see is my dad’ gigantic nose “not again” I said laughing, he is so basic.

I cooed out, my mom is cute “aight, Desean. Blow the candles out, thank you so much” they sang happy birthday to me “are you coming to Virginia soon? I miss you so much” nodding my head “I will, promise. Soon, uhm. Once I go back to Texas, I will detour there for you. Spend time with my first love” my mom cooed out “so, I was watching basketball and I see some white man on the TV with blonde hair” my dad is stupid “huh you did? Who that” I smirked “I have never seen you so happy, it looks good on you. California looks good on you” my dad complimented “love looks good on him” my mother added “that too but yeah, it’s out now. I hope it’s no trouble for you” I don’t want my family involved “baby Mary asked me, I went to the Salon and she is like I done seen Joyce’ boy on TV, Virginia is small baby so yes. Everyone is talking about it, you cousins actually spoke to us” I sniggered “they wack” hearing someone clear their throat, looking over to them it’s Robyn “we have a flight soon” she said in a whisper, smiling at her. The phone is ever so quiet, I eyed up Robyn “no” she said in a whisper “come say hi babe” she is shy, is she crazy “aight, ma. Robyn can’t really speak because she’s a mute” Robyn hit my shoulder “fine” she sat next to me “is that Rihanna?” my dad is so slow “oh angel, look at you” looking at Robyn “hi everyone, ignore Chris he is lying. Just that we have a flight to go on so just busy. It’s honestly nice to see you all, Joyce you are still the most joyful woman I know and Clinton. I do miss you all, treated me like one of your own for that time” Robyn and her speech “aww thank you, you coming to see me soon?” my mom asked “yes of course after I do my little tour, but I will” nice to hear Robyn say she will.

Robyn walked ahead of me and onto the jet “coconut head!” I spat, Robyn turned to me half way up the steps, taking the picture of her “I wasn’t ready” I don’t care if she was, walking up the steps behind her “jet is amazing, it’s even better that you are on this with me this time” I can’t wait for Mexico “afternoon” the flight attendant said “and you” taking my backpack off “it’s horrible on your own, when you’re with the whole team it’s super lit. I can’t wait for you to experience that” placing my backpack on the spare seat “shuffle in, I want sit with you” Robyn out here hogging the seat, she shuffled in “thank you ma’am” sitting next to Robyn “show me the picture you took” I have my phone in hand “sure, I am taking picture. I probably look crazy, like a fan” unlocking my phone, tapping on my photos and holding my phone out to Robyn “don’t say that it’s ok. Make memories, I am taking this, I will send it to myself” nodding my head, she can do as she pleases “are you happy though? With everything? I am shocked you never posted the Lebron thing on your Instagram” shaking my head “why should I? What do I owe them, I will post what I want. I don’t know your fans like that” Robyn chuckled “oh you will” I can imagine.

This is such a foreign feeling, to be in a different country “wow” I am staring out of the window in awe, I am really out of America, this is wild “I love Mexico and I hope you like it too, you love walks so you will love the peace at this place I got us” looking over at Robyn “I know I will, thank you so much. I ain’t ever been out of America before and this, it’s down to you and I can only thank you” Robyn shushed me “bringing my boyfriend here is the highlight, I can finally spoil someone I love so don’t think anything different. Just enjoy your time here, the people here are so good. Like when I am here nobody knows, everything is so quiet and on the low. I walk around here too so we can go together. And there is no fires here” I groaned out “no, I want to go back now already. You do not understand how much I love it, like Virginia ain’t the hottest place but I would sleep in front of the fire, you know my home. There is the open fire, and my mom has all those pictures around, I would sleep in front of that. I just feel at home, I am weird yes” Robyn nodded her head “I understand now, I get it” Robyn held my hand.

I don’t want to ask how much this is a night, but I do “answer me this, how much was this” I am stood outside this shit and I am shook “this villa is a lot, please tell me? So I know to take a shit in every toilet” Robyn rolled her eyes “enough, be quiet and get inside” I am excited, putting my backpack on and running ahead of Robyn, as I would. The door opened for me and I near died “welcome” I jumped back “baby it’s the maid here” placing my hand over my heart “scaredy ass, she is lovely. Be nice” it’s not even that she scared me “welcome to Tulum” she smiled and moved to the side “she lives here?” I am confused “she will be” Robyn gestured for me to go inside “Happy Birthday sir” she spoke “aww thank you” I grinned, looking down on the floor “oh wait, roses? For me?” I said smiling at the maid “please come in” I think she wants me to walk in, looking down at the floor and followed the trail “Chris” Robyn said but I already bumped into the wall “stop being stupid and look up” I chuckled looking up, turning the corner and the room is filled with balloons and birthday banner “oh wow! Thank you!” I feel like a child all over again, seeing the pool outside from the sliding doors “cake too? More cake to eat off your booty” taking off my backpack “of course, happy birthday poppa” pecking Robyn’ lips “I need to do something” walking over to the sliding door, I just need to do it because it looks so hot out there. Sliding open the as I kicked off my sneakers “you’re not” Robyn said, running outside and taking my top off before I jumped into the pool ��wooo!” but I was too late my top remained in my hand as I splashed into the water, I am so fucking happy right now.

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thanksjro · 5 years ago

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More Than Meets the Eye #1- Meeting All Our New Friends

Okay, let’s see what happens when you give one man way too much power over a franchise, and he doesn’t use it for evil.

Before we get into the story, let’s take a look at the cover art! MTMTE, as well as its sister series, Robots in Disguise, started off IDW Phase Two, a brand new run of main comics to replace the by-then completed The Transformers (2009). To celebrate this momentous occasion, each comic’s first issue got FOUR separate covers, which could be combined to create a large, overarching image. MTMTE’s looked like this when all the covers were put together.

The cover art here is by Alex Milne, who is on as the main artist for the series, but he’s not on issue #1- no, for our foray into this comic run, we see the return of Nick Roche.

The last time Roche and Roberts worked together was on Last Stand of the Wreckers, and other than MTMTE #6 and the Revolution one-shot, they won’t be teaming up again within the IDW run.

On a potentially-related-but-more-of-just-a-humorous note, it seems that Roberts is a huge stickler with his scripts, going into what sounds like an honestly horrific amount of detail for each individual panel. The average comic script is either between 20-23 or 28-30 pages long, not counting title and credit pages. Roberts has been cited as sending in comic scripts that approached 50 pages.

Which, if you know anything about the scriptwriting process, is a little… yeah. It’s a very good thing Roberts seems to be able to take criticism.

ANYWAY.

IT’S TIME.

The Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye- Liars, A to D Part 1: How to Say Goodbye and Mean It- holy fucking shit that’s a long title- starts off with the Story So Far, a comic book classic to catch readers up on what’s happened prior to the issue. The very nature of a Story So Far will become plot-relevant much later down the line, but as is, it’s just reminding us what happened during Phase One, in as basic a point as it can.

And then the credits are right underneath.

I can’t even imagine how friggin’ good seeing this printed must have felt.

So, what’s going on in the premiere of the sad, gay, space comic?

Not my phrasing, by the way, but the Wiki’s.

So, the war’s over. What does that mean? Well, a lot of things, honestly, but the first thing we’re given in terms of what changes to expect with everyone’s favorite space robots is in relation to their wardrobes. Yeah, without a war to fight, what’s the point in having relatively identical blocky armor that protects all your insides? It’s time to get skimpy.

Rodimus has switched out his toned calves and discernible ankles for the Uggs that are now positively iconic to his character. Drift’s mass has almost completely gravitated to his thighs, making him the curviest thing this side of the Milky Way. Ultra Magnus didn’t get the memo about not needing to be in uniform anymore, I guess, but somehow I doubt he owns anything casual.

Rodimus, Drift, and Magnus are holding a rally to invite Autobots to come on their party-barge to find the Knights of Cybertron, in an effort to heal the planet, because Rodimus took one look at post-war Cybertron and said “no thanks.” Honestly, I think most would, if these properly colored characters are any indication.

Just the Autobots, by the way. We aren’t ready to be friends with the ‘Cons just yet. Swindle did some major damage on that front.

Prowl and Wheeljack are off to the side discussing this turn of events, and while Wheeljack seems to think that a lot of folks will be boarding the ship and getting the hell out of dodge, Prowl’s expecting nothing to come of it.

So, that was yesterday. What’s going on today?

Inside Kimia, there’s a dead guy. He wasn’t dead when he was brought in, but he is now. Who is he, anyway?

Oh, he’s one of the NAIL protesters, and he died because he was protesting by way of transforming on the steps of Autobot HQ, until his transformation cog burn out. Yep, that can kill you. Ratchet’s the one who performed the autopsy, as per Metalhawk’s request- he only wanted the best of the best on this.

Too bad the best of the best is starting to slump. After a brief scare with Rigor Morphis- the stiffening of the corpse into the body’s preferred mode- Ratchet explains to Bumblebee that his hands have started seizing up, and that’s why he’ll be leaving on the Lost Light with Rodimus. He just can’t do the work anymore.

This news is not well received by Bumblebee, who’s just about had it with everyone up and leaving him all by himself with the mess that is Cybertron.

Phase Two will not be kind to Bumblebee.

Bumblebee accuses Ratchet of having been insnared in Rodimus’ siren song of reclaiming the Golden Age, but c’mon, this is Ratchet! He’s too cynical to fall for that. He’s more interested in finding the Autobots who’ve been lost over the millennia to the war. Ratchet’s already well aware of the true purposes of this little galactic road trip, almost like he’s read the plot outline.

It’s about helping people, and adventure, and being unapologetically gay and sad in equal measures.

Up in the sky, Cyclonus is displeased. He spent six million years in the Dead Universe, under the control of a madman, waiting for the moment he could return to his beloved homeworld, and what does he get? A ball of half-baked primordial cookie-dough, and it’s not even chocolate-chip like he was expecting; it’s fucking oatmeal raisin.

Mmm, that is some tasty panel-breaking right there.

Of course, the I/D chip might not have worked anyway, seeing as Cyclonus got a little bit of a boost when Vector Sigma ejected everyone during the Matrix incident. It’s doing some weird stuff to his body, on top of whatever nonsense existing inside the Dead Universe does to a person.

Cyclonus is about to head over to the Lost Light- apparently he and Rodimus made a little deal off-panel- when he detects a familiar life sign and decides to see what that’s all about.

Over in Prowl’s office, things are tense. He and Chromedome can’t even look at each other, as Chromedome reveals that both he and Rewind are jumping on the Lost Light. Prowl doesn’t like this, not one bit. He needs Chromedome, needs his skills, his expertise. He tries to appeal to Rewind, knowing who wears the pants in this relationship.

Or, well, he tries.

Prowl, they’ve been married for over 250,000 years.

In all seriousness, this is slightly before the first tentative steps Roberts took towards making the franchise as gay as he possibly could, at least when going by the story’s chronology. The thing about professional comic script writing is that plotting/planning goes for a ways beyond the current script one’s working on, so that everyone knows where everyone else is. Considering the somewhat congruent nature between MTMTE and RiD, planning ahead was especially important.

Chromedome and Rewind were originally (like, first draft originally) meant to be best friends. This was to fill a void in the department of close relationships Roberts felt within the Transformers franchise. Then Roberts saw how handsy he’d been writing them during plotting and realized he’d made something a little different happen. Which still sort of went with what he was going for, just in a slightly different fashion. Chromedome and Rewind are a rare case of a writer NOT leaning into the “they’re just bros, bro” mentality and just letting the characters be together as romantic partners.

Also keep in mind that it would be another three fucking years before the United States would legalize same-sex marriage, which is where the IDW offices are located. You gotta ease that sort of change in, that way nobody realizes what you’re doing until it’s already been done, then you can go hog-wild. We won’t be hitting critical mass on the homonormative civilization that is IDW1 Cybertron for a solid year or so.

So this bit of dialogue is just the start of the setup, and the “best friend” line is either a leftover from earlier versions of the script, or Prowl really just is that big of an asshole.

Rewind is, of course, recording everything taking place on his handy-dandy little head-mounted camera, because history is his business, and he’s not going to stop recording for the likes of Prowl.

Rewind doesn’t like Prowl very much.

It would seem that the feeling is mutual.

Chromedome suddenly remembers that trying to reason with Prowl is like talking to a brick wall, and the two of them leave. Prowl responds to this slight by yelling in the hallway and then flipping a table.

I sure hope y’all like running gags.

Of course, Prowl wouldn’t be Prowl without having a few contingency plans in place for when things don’t go his way, and he makes a call to his inside guys to “load the cargo.”

That’s not ominous in the slightest.

Six million years prior to all this nonsense, a tiny little dude fell in a hole and broke his legs trying to get to work.

This is Tailgate, and he’s seen better days. Not many, mind you, but at least a couple. He was making his way to the launch of the original Ark, when he decided to take a shortcut that would change the course of his life forever. Hence the whole “stuck in a hole” thing. Still, he’s got to get out of here, because without him, the entire expedition is doomed!

For being an idiot, Tailgate’s pretty smart- he figures that if he sets off his energon rations, it’ll blast up through the roof of the cavern he’s in and someone will be able to find him. Good thing energon’s so incredibly volatile.

Speaking of volatile, let’s jump back to the present and check on our buddy Whirl.

It looks like Whirl also got a makeover between series, because he’s now sporting a much sleeker, angular frame, complete with long, tapered head.

Whirl’s currently busy thanking his new friends for spending so much time with him. It really meant a lot to him, their patience. Not many folks have been patient with him before.

Of course, it probably helps that all these guys are dead as hell.

It’s time for another Roberts’ staple- the suicide attempt. We won’t be using the robot-equivalent to Multiple Sclerosis though. This go around, we’ll be using a classic: self immolation!

Title drop! Bet you weren’t expecting it to have such a dark connotation, huh?

Cyclonus interrupts Whirl’s monologue and suicide attempt. He thought he’d seen his best buddy, Scourge, on his tracker, and his immediate response is to lurk in the shadows looking like a night demon wearing a party hat.

Fun fact: a group of Sweeps is called a Spring Cleaning.

Scourge isn’t here, and he won’t ever be. Scourge most likely died off-panel, never to be seen again, assumedly because nobody wanted to write for him. I think it’s the nails, puts people off.

Whirl doesn’t take kindly to the intrusion, and responds the only way he knows how.

It’s always embarrassing when your self-immolation gets interrupted, but maybe try taking a first deep breaths before committing to more war crimes, Whirlybird.

While these two morons fill the post-Bay movie explosion quota, Red Alert’s hard at work screening the passengers on the Lost Light. Currently, he’s checking Brainstorm, who’s making it as difficult as possible, both legally and emotionally. Red Alert waves him on with a grumble, without even getting a peek at what’s inside his mysterious briefcase.

Up next is Swerve.

His legs are so jacked, it makes me a little uncomfortable. Glad to see Swerve’s body reformat went swimmingly- seems he went for the classic “tires in the shoulders and ankles” model.

Oh hey, it’s Rung! Hi Rung!

This series will not be kind to Rung.

While Cyclonus and Whirl terrorize the folks just trying to get on board the dang ship, Rodimus is feeling rather pleased with himself with the turnout. Drift strokes his ego a bit, because they support each other, but things are still weird because Drift doesn’t know who he is as a person anymore, and Rodimus has a guilty conscience mixed with being the Matrix’s golden child, which really fucks with a guy’s head.

Ultra Magnus goes through the list of the folks joining their quest, and starts running through all their demerits and crimes like it’s his job, because it is. We get a little peek into Magnus’ world view and then it’s back to the Whirl and Cyclonus show.

Also, Drift doens’t have a nose right now. He’ll get it back in time for the next issue, don’t worry.

Over with the flyboys, Cyclonus has decided to land and attempt to reason with Whirl. Not that he couldn’t totally kill Whirl if he wanted to.

He just doesn’t want to.

No, Cyclonus is far more concerned with his meeting with Rodimus, the one that he’s already friggin’ late for thanks to the detour he took checking that life signature. Whirl doesn’t care, far more worried about the fact that Cyclonus saw him talking to desecrated corpses and, far more importantly, vulnerable.

Look at this jackass’ ensemble- demon helmet, a crop top, a skirt and bellbottom pants. What an icon. He and Eugenesis Wheeljack should trade fashion tips.

Whirl still isn’t done with him, even after scraping him across the side of a mountain. Feeling especially artsy, he scoops Cyclonus up and jumps into the air, since he apparently has a hundred-foot vertical leap.

Back in the past, things aren’t going so well for Tailgate.

More cool panel stuff going on here- every time the panels have had rounded corners, it’s been when the scene takes place in the past. Now that the last panel has proper right angles to it, Tailgate’s in the present with everyone else. That middle panel probably covers a couple million years, at least. Poor guy.

Up on the surface, Ratchet’s met up with Chromedome and Rewind, and they’re all walking over to the launch site, Chromedome bitching all the while about how they’ve got to use their legs since Rewind’s alt-mode isn’t a vehicle, but a USB.

Chromedome seems to have forgotten that his tiny husband is small enough to probably just ride on top of his alt-mode, if not directly inside, most likely due to his larger-than-life personality.

Whirl and Cyclonus fall out of the sky before Chromedome can say something that’ll get his ass divorced. Cyclonus gets knocked out cold, having taken the brunt of the impact. Unfortunate, seeing as Whirl’s taking the time to make up lies about him.

You thought I was kidding when I said the armor was skimpy, but here we are, with a shot of Whirl’s battle thong.

Ratchet, who knows Whirl, because he knows everybody, tries to talk him out of straight up murdering Cyclonus. Whirl doesn’t like it when people try to talk him down, and is about to turn on the good doctor, when Tailgate enters the scene, by way of explosion.

Whirl doesn’t handle explosions terribly well. Probably why he was going to use one to kill himself.

With Whirl knocked out, Ratchet and the power couple pull Tailgate out of his hole, where he manages to ask about the launch before freaking the fuck out and fainting at the sight of a rather dead-looking Whirl. To be fair, I can’t think of a whole lot of folks who’d survive getting their tits blown off with enough force to clear a tunnel in solid rock.

You said it, Rewind.

Ratchet grabs Tailgate and Whirl and brings them onboard the ship, seeing as Tailgate seems to want to be there, and Whirl’s too dangerous to be out of sight. They just kinda leave Cyclonus on the ground. I doubt the two guys who were on Kimia last month really want to deal with him.

Rewind breaks off from the group to see his dealer. This dealer isn’t selling the good kush though. He’s got something far more incriminating to offer.

But we don’t get to find out what the fuck Rewind just bought from Swindle for a few more issues. Rest assured, it’s nothing good.

On the bridge, Rodimus is in his captain’s chair, ready to captain it up. The Lost Light raises into the air, as Bumblebee and Prowl watch on, about to exit the atmosphere and begin a adventure filled with hijinks and mild peril.

And that’s a series wrap on everyone! I hope you enjoyed this wonderful one-shot written by James Roberts.

What do you mean there’s 56 more issues?

Alright, let’s see where this goes.

Back on the bridge, there’s alarms and sirens out the wazoo, as things have pretty much immediately gone to shit. The quantum engine the Lost Light’s outfitted with apparently went off prematurely, rocketing them into a completely random quadrant of space.

Also, there’s a hole in the ship, and vacuum physics are doing their thing.

This series will not be kind to Rodimus.

The Lost Light touches down on the planet they popped back into existence over to start looking for all the guys who got sucked out of the ship. They don’t have to look long, seeing as they’re all burning up in the atmosphere.

Welcome to the Lost Light. It’s a friggin’ mess.

Back on Cybertron, the aftermath of the explosion is seen, as Bumblebee and Prowl listen to a message that seems to imply a lot more heartache in the future.

Prowl, you could at least pretend to give a shit.

That’s the end of the story, but not the end of the issue. In the back of the book, we get a welcome letter from James Roberts himself, thanking the reader for taking the time to read the beginning of MTMTE, and holy shit does he really try to sell it to you. This is a guy who wants you to be excited about the story that’s coming your way, because he’s excited about it. He’s a big dork who loves Transformers, and he gets to write about them for the next six years! That’s awesome.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #liars A-to-D #issue 1 #incoming analysis #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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jungcockshi · 4 years ago

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Locker Room - KTH AU

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synopsis: you’re known as the goody two shoes while you have a wild side that no one knows about. You really didn’t expect kim taehyung, the infamous baseball jock, to be the first person to know you liked wolf peepees.

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The frat house raged with trap music as drunk bodies ground against each other. Nobody knew that it almost dawn- they didn’t care.

A red Bugatti pulled up in the driveway, and that was enough to draw everyone’s attention to the outdoors, eyeing the car with wide eyes- some filled with awe, some jealousy and a few spilling with hate.

He emerged with a sly look on his face, clad in black skinny jeans and a shirt too big for his chiseled torso. His hair was a mess, and to answer the reason why, a green haired girl stepped out as if someone had beat her from the legs down (honestly, you wouldn’t be too wrong to think that).

“He’s really here?” asked Shanissa, her eyes glued to the scorching hot male who was now approaching the frat house doors. A glass of wine in her hand, as she leaned on the huge french window, eyeing you to gauge your reaction.

“What more did you expect? He’s a sore loser who just wants to get attention by showing off his conquests,” Nola replied, casually sipping her margarita iwhile scrolling through her instagram feed, clearly not interested in where this conversation seemed to be going.

You couldn’t take this anymore. You got off the kitchen island, which had been transformed into a makeshift bar, and headed to confront the boy who had the guts to show up to the same place as you, even after everything that had happened.

“Liz, wait!” You heard your friends call out for you but you were done being the good girl. This sore jock was going to see the bad side of the good girl cheerleader today.

As you rushed through towards the door, his eyes immediately met yours and his mouth turned upwards into his signature smirk, his arms falling down from the girl on his side back into his jean pockets.

“I didn’t know whores were coming to the party tonight, would’ve arrived earlier princess,” He said, eyes scanning your black dress clad body from top to bottom, then landing back to your pissed off face.

“Yeah sure Taehyung, tell that to the girl next to you,” You said bitterly, eyeing the alien standing in front of you, clearly not fond of her eavesdropping your conversation.

“Whoa princess, didn’t know you’d be so jealous!” He laughed slyly, leaning down to whisper something down into the girl’s ear while he kept his eyes on you in his signature mysterious way. The girl simply nodded as he stood back straight, walking straight into the party, no questions asked.

You went back to your mission of nailing this man down in his coffin, “Why are you here, despite of everything that happened? Have you really started thinking with that little dick of yours?”

Within the blink of an eye, he had you pinned against the door, his heavy breathing being felt on your nose. You knew everyone was watching, so the first thing you wanted to do was kick him in the balls and rush back home, but you just couldn’t.

His eyes met yours, drowning you in an endless pool of mystery. What was happening? “Not this again.” You thought.

“Babygirl, don’t say things that you don’t want to be proven to you, because what you said is far from the truth and I will gladly prove it to you. Don’t try to blame me for what happened in the locker room, you and I both know you’re soaking wet for me right now,” He spoke with his hooded eyes on you, like a hungry beast looking at his feast.

He wasn’t wrong, and you couldn’t help but rethink the events from the previous day.

***

“Okay, now we’ll have one last round of practice with lead cheer, the rest of y’all can go home now. Happy weekend everyone!” Coach said through the mic.

“When will this fucking thing end, doesn’t he see I want pizza?!” Aarsh whined, bending down to tie her shoelaces and getting ready for the last practice.

“Bend that ASS for me baby” Jimin, the university fuckboy yelled out from the the bleachers.

“Yeah? How about I bend yours and fuck you hard you horny rat!” Alyssa yelled back, clearly not taking his bull.

“Okay yea calm down you raging wolf” you collected a very riled up Alyssa back into the formation line.

“I’m taking you up on the pizza plan, lets go thrifting after food?” Alyssa said, clearly pissed but very hungry too.

“okay as expected. Liz, you in too?” Aarsh asked and then gave Jimin a bitch look and turned around.

You weren’t so sure about this plan, having some workout plans later after practice, “I’ll bail on this one, go hog on dough you rats” you said laughing, while the other two girls simply agreed because that had always been the plan.

After repeating the same formation countless times you guys were finally done. The two girls changed and left for pizza, while you stayed in the locker room, scrolling through Tumblr, while sitting clad in a towel, as no one else was going to come since the practice was officially finished for the day.

You were reading a hot fan fictions, as a deep voice broke you from your trance.

Kim Taehyung. Clad in baseball gear and sweat highlighting his brown locks.

“Waiting for someone? Me, by any chance?” He said as he stood near your naked legs, clearly enjoying the show.

Fuck, he was hot. You mentally cursed yourself, the smut was making you horny for the class A fuckboy.

You stood up and said, “What kind of a perv are you to enter the girls locker room? Desperate much?”

He walked closer and filled the space between you and him. One move and your chests would be touching.

“I saw you engrossed in your phone with a look that all those girls have when they are under me. Who’s making you like that through a damn phone baby girl? Because I sure as hell know you’re not dumb to fall for a guy, there’s a reason why they call you Liz the goody two shoes,” He said, lightly laughing as he stared in my eyes.

Fuck, what happened to me? I was…frozen? This man, no, hot bod god, was looking into my eyes with a look that said ‘I want you to be one of my sex escapades’.

Impatient because you couldn’t garner a response, Taehyung decided to snatch the phone from your hands into his. His eyes were clearly not expecting to see what you were actually reading- the good girl image of yours shattering piece by piece in his eyes as he read the words on the screen.

He dropped the phone onto the bench you were previously sitting on and pushed you against the closed lockers.

“Oh baby girl, you’re so bad on the inside, aren’t you? Such a dirty mind, tsk tsk, pretending to be good while you’re craving for a wolf cock?” He laughed in your ears, his breath tickling your neck.

You couldn’t figure what was happening, you just knew that this was something that had never happened before, but you were not at all scared.

“Do you want me to destroy you like the wolf does on your phone? Trust me babygirl, this cock is a wild beast on its own,” He whispered in your ear, grinding his clothed dick on your naked sex that was covered with nothing but a thin towel.

Automatically, feeling this pleasure for the first time from someone that was not you, your face instantly leaned back in pleasure wanting him to continue what he was doing. He licked a bold stripe on the side of your neck as he saw your reaction, hands going off to pull his jersey over his head in haste.

He looked like pure sex. His collarbones, his chest and lean torso - they were the epitome of sex. His v line made your mind go crazy, you couldn’t think of anything but pleasure. You were finally able to get what you always read about and this hot-sex-god-man would be the one to fulfill your fantasies.

He noticed your eagerness and kissed you hard. His lips sucked the life out of your tongue and that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you. Now breathless, you felt his fingers trail down your thighs and land on your aching sex.

His fingers made patterns of eights on your clit, making you feel like you were about to combust. Seeing your reaction, he was in awe, no one had ever reacted in this way when he was only using his fingers. You were pulling on his naked shoulders, as you let your first moan out.

Taehyung didn’t know what was happening- was Liz just too sensitive or….was it her first time doing this? He was really surprised as you brought your hand and placed it on top of his, assisting him to move faster.

He placed butterfly kisses all over your face, letting you soak into your own pleasure. “Is this my baby girl’s first time?” He smirked against your face, and you could only nod haphazardly, your high just around the corner.

Seeing this, Taehyung slipped a finger inside you, feeling how tight you were, and also helping you reach your high. He was giving you too much pleasure at once, one hand rubbing your clit, the other fucking you with his long slender fingers, and his mouth attacking your exposed neck.

With so much pleasure, you finally saw white and collapsed on his bare chest, now noticing that your towel had slipped from your body when you reached your high.

Taehyung basked in your heavy breathing on his chest, his dick hard and long as rock, but he somehow couldn’t think of himself. He had so many questions-

Suddenly, the locker room door opened and Jimin appeared, “Taehyung-shi!” , he yelled. He was not surprised at first because he had caught Taehyung with girls a number of times, but when he saw it was you, his jaw dropped.

Jimin was the fuckboy but also the tabloid of Boston University, whatever slipped through him was going to be on instagram the next minute.

‘Jimin get the fuck out bro!” Taehyung said, covering you by wrapping his arms around you and turning away from Jimin’s eyes. It was now that you realize your boobs were touching this manwhore of a jock.

Why are you so delusional Liz? But you knew your were fucked because this was going to be allover the campus gossip portals within the next hour.

“Get the fuck out or I nail your sister” Taehyung growled, but you could feel his eyes on you, searching fo ra reaction to what just happened.

“I’ll go, but who knew you were such a freak Liz” Jimin laughed as he made tsk tsk sounds with his tongue.

As soon as he left, you shoved Taehyung off as you collected your towel and phone, getting the fuck out of that damned before saying “If I see you again, you’re dead meat.”

All you got was a smirk for a reply.

***

“Are you still reading those stories in your mind, princess? Is me this close to you making you crave that wolf dick again-“

“Shut the fuck up you asshole!”

He then kissed you yet again, as if he wanted to continue what had had started in the locker room, and also give you an ending he knew you craved.

#kim taetae #taehyung #bts smut #kim taehyung #smut #jock!taehyung #taetae #rude!taehyung #dirtybts #bts x reader #bts jimin #vmin #sexy #hard stan #fanfiction #bts fanfic

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greedygreedyphilza · 4 years ago

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10 (are there any that aren’t typically associated with them tho), 30 and 39? Also you can have a hug this time ily - moo

a hug? 🥺 *points at self* for me? 🥺. *hugs* tysm i love you, um anyway this got sooo long,,,,, so yeah and while i was trying to answer this george met up with tommy, wilbur, and vikstar wtf

10. Is there a color you associate with a CC ?

i think i mostly associate the same colors that everyone else does though i try to have different shades in mind for people with the same color, like for instance phil is a dark green while dream is a bright green and tubbo is an even darker green then phil. anyway i think the only color thats kinda uncommon is the fact i associate white with sapnap and not orange. its mostly because his minecraft skin has a white shirt but i think that’s the only like one that differs from the norm.

30. What was the first major event that happened when you joined MCYT?

oh boy, my memory is so bad but i think the creation of the dream smp? which definitely counts as a major event lol. i know i watched the first dream smp stream back when it was just a server to mess around with the new update (might have been a snapshot at that point i can’t remember?). this was around the time i didn’t watch every stream so i know i missed a few. i have no idea what video was my first since my youtube history is really messed up but if i had to take a wild guess from the videos that were out when i started watching i would say it had to be one of the minecraft but videos and then i think i binged most of those after watching my first one. i do remember that i found dream because his videos were getting recommended to me like crazy and i was hoping i could get rid of them if i watched one lmao. oops, i went on a bit of a ramble there lol. but yeah dream smp creation.

39. Do you have a favorite MCYT animatic?

i have a few i can think of, i often like animatics/animations on youtube that i like a lot so i can rewatch them later. but you know of course sad-ist animations of course, my favorite being hog hunt because of course. oh oh and the channel without a name’s animations are super cool as well! anyway prepare for a link dump

https://youtu.be/Iy7yfXX7V-E, an animatic for when ghostbur sang the l’manburg theme with phil

https://youtu.be/m3jsDioTl4Q, a techno and phil where phil flies techno out of the nether when he was little

https://youtu.be/aO_UeN1S6bM, a techno animatic to my ordinary life which i’ve become a bit obsessed with as of late,,,,

https://youtu.be/jcI_kKw4bW8, an ‘i started baking again’ animatic that was in my recommended (i already sent this to moo moo but for anyone else that wants to check it out)

https://youtu.be/8pOKzhTJLno, tommy exile animatic so be careful but i really enjoy it

https://youtu.be/0QP8_W5J1j8, some fluff to balance it out, a very cute michael and ranboo animatic

https://youtu.be/LIc3QWnqsvU, a little ghostbur animation with some vilbur stuff

https://youtu.be/OJoKNZVFH8E, sbi animatic that leads into the dsmp lore that makes me feel things, its to a song called i hear a symphony by cody fry that i also got obsessed with because of this animatic

https://youtu.be/n6H8eTBm8f4, everything rosentin moon makes it gold but this michael, ranboo, and tuboo animatic makes me feel things, fluffy if you don’t watch the end,,,,

https://youtu.be/y58B6z4OYcc, a funny animatic about if they actually streamed in universe with all of their intros, i found it on twitter forever ago and was very happy to find it again on youtube (volume warning though be carefull)

https://youtu.be/WwWSCLjGDho, dsmp philza animatic that makes me feel things, basically a backstory that includes kristin as well, very sad but also very sweet at the same time, oh and moss cola has other art on their channel that’s very nice and i think a few other animatics as well, oh to continue on with moss cola rq there’s this bedrock bros animatic that’s very nice https://youtu.be/B1Q7rSBgL3s, and moss cola’s animatic about the voices is also very good, https://youtu.be/crxcCMr4HN0

https://youtu.be/9DX_AbB06i4, another bedrock bros/sbi dsmp one that is soft

https://youtu.be/P8pwogjjJiI, a little syndicate animatic that i really like, its to the wellerman which is one of those sea shanties that’s been going around on tiktok

https://youtu.be/rhrTuUyjNzE, a wilbur and tommy dsmp animatic that always takes me out, its soft mostly but i also think it’s implied that its after tommy’s prison visit if you know what i mean,,,,,

https://youtu.be/tcnkLsgL46k, a cc!phil and kristin animatic that they watched on stream a little while ago, its really cute, its basically a short little timeline of their relationship

oh, oh boy, that’s a lot. i think i will stop now or else i will keep going for far too long so um yeah those are some of my favorites! (also i might come back and add the link in but i did this on mobile so it might take me a minute, copy pasting should work fine though)

edit: okay i added all of the links, they should be accurate but if they're not,,,,, sorry about that

oops almost forgot to tag you @moo-moo-meadows

#dweamy asks #moo moo!!!#ask game #i love you so much moo moo

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ambivalent-auguries · 4 years ago

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✩ winkikkekk 4 ethan

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Nikki 100% Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Nikki again lol Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Ethan because a bitch is stubborn lol Who trashes the house? Neither, really? Do either of them get physical? Nah, it would never get to that point How often do they argue/disagree? Not that often, they get into their lil competitions and disagreements and miscommunications here and there but ye for the most part they just chill lol Who is the first to apologise? Ethan 100% yep mans is weak

Sex:

Who is on top? Does it matter?? I have a feeling Nikki would more often Who is on the bottom? As above lol Altho Nikki has bottom energy around Ethan, I still think Ethan would be like: ye daddy you fine take me lol Who has the strangest desires? Unless there is a hidden part of Nikki that likes leather or some shit I don’t know about, neither lol Any kinks? Eye contact, low voices, scratches or grabbing/being grabbed for Ethan, Nikki don’t know much lol He likes it not to be awkward LOL Who’s dominant in bed? Both Is head ever in the equation? Yeah boy If so, who is better at performing it? Ethan who else lol Ever had sex in public? They probably wouldn’t lol Who moans the most? Neither, not too much Who leaves the most marks? Ethan lol Who screams the loudest? Neither lol Who is the more experienced of the two? Ethan oop sorry Nik Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love uwu Nikki just outwardly cringed at that while blushing because he kinda enjoys that looool Rough or soft? Soft with A BIT of rough How long do they usually last? OOP That’s a question for you, Nikki, you deprived man lol They do alright lol Is protection used? Yeah they’re responsible adults Does it ever get boring? Maybe, but not really because Ethan loves this man and he would do anything to please him lol Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A bathroom stall in a sports bar loool

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? KIMMY EXISTS and we all love her; Ethan used to be a dad :( If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Ethan is happy to just adopt Kimmy and Nikki’s had enough lol Who is the favorite parent? Ethan loooool SORRY IT’S TRUE Who is the authoritative parent? Ethan lol Nikki is weak against that lil pumpkin lol Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Nikki again because he a weak man lol Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Nikki again lool Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? BOTH They both care a lot Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both, they tag team the teacher into submission lol Who changes the diapers? Both, Ethan probably more if they ever had a baby Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Ethan would more so do that, both if we talking about calming Kimmy down after a nightmare Who spends the most time with the children? They both try to get time in Who packs their lunch boxes? Ethan lol when he packs his and Nikki’s Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Kimmy gives herself the talk LOL Who cleans up after the kids? Kimmy is so good, she don’t need no man to clean Who worries the most? They both worry, Nikki probably more Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Nikki and it would be ‘fuck’ LOL

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Ethan loves it, Nikki is getting a taste for it hehe Who is the little spoon? Depends on their mood lol Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Ethan lol Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Ethan lol How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Depends, but it’s probably Nikki who squirms away first lol Who gives the most kisses? Ethan because he’s loving like that such a good boy What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Honestly, anything, just chilling - watching TV, going out to have a drink, having food together, watching sports, spending time with Kimmy - they like doing things together lol Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Bed, because Kimmy can’t tease them about it lol Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Ethan yep How often do they get time to themselves? They do alright, not THAT much but plenty after Kimmy goes down for the night

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither?? If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Ethan forces his way into Nikki’s bed looool If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cosy up because Ethan is a touch thirsty bitch Who talks in their sleep? Probably Nikki lol What do they wear to bed? Jogging bottoms and t-shirt Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nah Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Lay side by side, they too tall for any limb wrapping lol Who wakes up with bed hair? Nikki and Ethan adores it haha Who wakes up first? Ethan, he’s stupid early Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Ethan uwu What is their favourite sleeping position? Side by side, on their sides, they have like an arm thrown around the other, very casual Who hogs the sheets? Nikki because he’s not used to sleeping with someone in his bed lol Do they set an alarm each night? Kimmy does lol Can a television be found in their bedroom? Don’t think so, they watch TV in the living room Who has nightmares? Neither of them tho, maybe Ethan sometimes when things resurface Who has ridiculous dreams? Neither Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Nikki lol Who makes the bed? Either of them, maybe they take turns What time is bed time? Mostly a reasonable time, but sometimes they may go wild and stay up later while having a good time out lol Any routines/rituals before bed? Brushing their teeth side by side, checking in on Kimmy and Ethan makes a habit of reminding Nikki how much he likes him Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Both lol But probably Nikki

Work:

Who is the busiest? Both are quire busy Who rakes in the highest income? Bro Nikki must be LOADED Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope Who takes the most sick days? Neither, Ethan pushes through like a champ and Nikki doesn’t even admit he’s sick lol Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Nikki, Ethan is so stupidly early for everything it pains me lol Who sucks up to their boss? NAH fam lol Ethan is also his own boss sooo What are their jobs? Nikki is uhhhh on the dark side while Ethan is a figure skating coach Who stresses the most? Nikki Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Ethan does, Nikki fucking hates his ‘job’... Are your muses financially stable? They are good adults, they even have savings

Home:

Who does the washing? Both, Nikki does it more because Ethan cooks usually Who takes out the trash? Either of them Who does the ironing? Ethan Who does the cooking? Ethan mostly lol Kimmy helps, always Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? NIKKI BRO do not leave this man alone with a stove, I fear for his life Who is messier? They are both like... Neither clean freaks nor slobs lol Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Ethan, because Nikki has been trained by Kimmy lol Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Neither Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither Who is the prankster around the house? Neither lol Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Neither, they p good lol Who mows the lawn? Ethan doesn’t do it because he likes watching Nikki do it hehe Who answers the telephone? Nikki Who does the vacuuming? Ethan Who does the groceries? Ethan with Kimmy’s help - they bring Nikki along tho lol Who takes the longest to shower? Neither, they are both p quick Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Neither of them are into bubble baths lol

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Nope How many cars do they own? Two, they both own one (I think?) Do they own their home or do they rent? Own uwu Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Not near a coast, nope Do they live in the city or in the country? City, imagine these two living in the country side loool Do they enjoy their surroundings? I guess, they’re not complaining lol What’s their song? THIS STILL MAKES ME LAUGH IT’s so SAD What do they do when they’re away from each other? Get on with their lives lol Where did they first meet? A bar How did they first meet? So... Nikki was like: oh shit, you’re my daughter’s coach and Ethan went: Ye whaddup baby I’ll drink you under the bar and Nikki went: I’ll drinkg you into putting your leg around your shoulders lol And he did loool Who spends the most money when out shopping? They are both good with money Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Nikki laughs his ass off and viceversa loool Any mental issues? Ethan struggles with depression oop Who’s terrified of bugs? Nah they brave men Who kills the spiders around the house? Kimmy does, I swear lol Their favourite place? I like to think they return to the bar they met in uwu Who pays the bills? They both do Do they have any fears for their future? Yeah, Nikki especially does, he doesn’t want to put Ethan or Kimmy in danger due to his job; Ethan is honestly scared of losing Nikki and Kimmy ugh Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Ethan, he’s sweet Who uses up all of the hot water? Neither of them do lol Who’s the tallest? Nikki is, but Kimmy is even taller when she’s on Ethan shoulders so who really wins here, eh?? Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Ethan lol Trying to cup a feel lol Who wanders around in their underwear? Neither lol Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Neither do lol What do they tease each other about? Ethan teases Nikki about how shit he’s on the ice, Nikki teases Ethan about how much of a sap he can be lool Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? They are both like... Kinda clueless lol shirt and slacks and gym clothes, that’s all they wear lol Do they have mutual friends? Kimmy ofc uwu Who crushed first? HARD ETHAN on this one lol poor mans suffered in silence :( Any alcohol or substance related problems? Ethan has struggled with alcohol addiction Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? BOTH loool They be having wild nights together lol Who swears the most? Nikki loool

#ethan and nikki mood #they are solid mate #and i love them #bclasaeg

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defeatedbyamerechild · 5 years ago

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How Guzma and Cyrus became close friends

(The following scene takes place in Giovanni’s mansion, a few months after the Villains had moved in to that place, and therefore happens previously to the moment depicted in our comics.)

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It's around 3PM, Giovanni is in his office, Archie and Maxie left for a walk and Lusamine is knitting in the backyard with her Pokémon. Lysandre is in his room recording a make up tutorial and no one knows where Ghetsis is, but no one really cares much. Cyrus has just finished sweeping the floor. He enters the living room to find Guzma lying on the couch, reading his diary.

CYRUS – Guzma! What the... What are you doing with my diary?!

Cyrus quickly approaches Guzma and tries to grab the diary from his hands, but Guzma dodges him.

GUZMA – Yo, Relax, Cy-boy! I was just takin' a look! Nothin' much, just readin' a bit of it!

CYRUS – [angry, but trying to hide it] Well, “a bit of it” is already too much! It's a diary, that means it's personal Therefore, you shouldn't be reading any of it. Now give it back to me!

GUZMA – Sheesh... [gives him the diary] Here, don't be so friggin' anxious, dude! What's the matter with sharin' your secrets with a friend after all? Are you hidin' anythin'? [giggles]

CYRUS – [still annoyed] No! The matter is that I did not choose to share anything with you. You just went and... started meddling in my personal stuff. Which I very much disapprove, if you allow me to add!

GUZMA – Tsc... Meh. Chill! Not doin' it again, if it bothers ya that much! [He winks at Cyrus, smiling].

CYRUS – [in a rather sarcastic way] Thanks for that, although I do not believe you...

Cyrus sits on the couch one seat away from where Guzma is. Hugging his diary against his chest, he wonders what Guzma could have read from it. There's a brief silence.

GUZMA – Yo...

Cyrus glances at him, a little bit apprehensive, for his housemate might bring up something from his diary.

GUZMA – Y'know, I was just... thinkin'... Cause, like... You wrote there tha-[Cyrus interrupts him.]

CYRUS – I do not want to discuss anything I wrote. It's personal. And it's already bothersome enough to know that you read it, so please spare me the embarrassment of further explaining whatever it is you want to comment on...

GUZMA – Aw, c'mon, dude! Don't be like that!

CYRUS – Like what?

GUZMA – Like... y'know... Carin' so much about this and all!

CYRUS – [sarcastic] You mean having dignity?

GUZMA – [chuckles] You're so dramatic, bro...

Brief silence. Guzma stretches his arms and legs, trying to look as casual as possible before resuming his speech.

GUZMA – [with a carefree intonation] Anyways! You wrote it there that no one cares about ya, and, like... Dude, that's a pretty rough thing to say 'bout yourself, ey? [giggles]

Cyrus clenches his jaw and stares at his own feet, embarrassed and upset.

GUZMA – Tsc... Like, c'mon, why all that drama? Who broke your heart, eh? [giggles] You can tell ya old boy Guzma here!

CYRUS – [looking up at him] Sigh... Don't turn that into some romantic gibberish, Guzma! It has nothing to do with that.

GUZMA – Yeah? Right, whatever. Still somethin' must have happen'd if you feel like that. So! Who hurt ya?

CYRUS – [Looking away] Why are you asking me that? Why does it matter to you?

GUZMA – Meh. Dunno, dude. I'm curious. Also, like... That's not true.

CYRUS – What is not true?

GUZMA – That no one cares 'bout ya! Like, I do, for example! That's why I'm askin'! Makes sense, right?

CYRUS – [snorts sarcastically] Right.

GUZMA – I mean it, bro! I'm here for ya! [winks again] Now, go on! Tell me about those feels, I know you wanna talk about it!

CYRUS – [out of patience, very emphatic] No, you do not. How would you know that?

GUZMA – [still smiling, folding his arms behind his head] 'Cause why else would'ya write it in your diary? You feel like tellin' someone! That means you need to talk! [winks for the third time]

CYRUS – [looking away, trying to hide his amazement at Guzma's perceptive mind.] Well, even if that were the truth, this conversation is useless. You should know what hurt me by now, if you read my diary.

GUZMA – Yeah, true, but... I didn't read, like... all of it, y'know? As I told ya! I was just readin' a bit of it! 'Cause, y'know, I'm not that much of a passionate reader, like... [giggles] When you start with those huge chunks of text I just skip ‘em! I only read some short parts and that's all!

CYRUS – [not amused] Hm.

Cyrus glances around, discreetly checking if there's anyone else near. He then glances at Guzma, who is still smiling, as if nothing had happened. He sighs. He knows Guzma will not give up on his curiosity.

CYRUS – OK, so you want to know who hurt me? My parents did. That's all. Happy?

GUZMA – [stops smiling and tilts his head to the right] Ya parents? Yo, really?

Guzma scratches his chin, as he sits up on the couch.

GUZMA – Dude, that's somethin'... Like, I know how that feels! My old man was also a real son of a Jynx, y'know? Like, real mean AF!

CYRUS – Oh. [frowns] I thought you said you had been raised in a sewer, by Raticates.

Guzma briefly widens his eyes and stops smiling, but soon goes back to his previous expression.

GUZMA – [giggling, trying to hide his awkwardness and make something up quickly] Eh, yeah but, like... He was a mean Raticate! Totally savage, like, real bad parentin'! Like Ghetsis, y'know?! [thinks for a second and corrects himself] Uh... Actually, no, not that bad. No one's bad like Ghetsis as a parent! Even a Raticate is better.

CYRUS – Ugh. Please do not involve Ghetsis in this conversation, he is the last person I would like to think of now... or ever.

GUZMA – [laughing] Heh! So you also hate old Ghetsis, ey?

CYRUS – I do not “hate”. Feelings are irrational and useless. I hate no one.

GUZMA – [smiling maliciously] Dunno, bro, you seemed to have a fistful of feelings to write about in your diary!

CYRUS – [keeping a straight face, but blushing] I don't know what you're talking about. [brief pause] But I guess I do prefer to keep my distance from Ghetsis.

GUZMA – Yeah, same. I dead serious hate that dude!

CYRUS – Why?

GUZMA – [Amazed] Dude, why?! Like, why would anyone not hate 'im?

CYRUS – [nodding] Point taken. Still, I do not see personal reasons for you to dislike him. Most of the time, he seems to ignore your presence.

GUZMA – Yeah, but dude's a big old friggin' stinky wild hog, like, what's wrong with that dude? He's a son of a Jynx who treats everyone like they're Pidgey poop! I don't need no personal reasons to dislike a guy like that!

CYRUS – That's fair enough.

GUZMA – Yeah, that dude doesn't care 'bout anyone but himself, that's a fact. [brief pause] And talkin' about “carin'”, let's go back to the main point here...

CYRUS – Sigh...

GUZMA – That is... You feel broken!

CYRUS – [offended] I don't- I never put it on those words! Actually, you're definitely over-interpreting things right now...

GUZMA – [Ignoring his protests] Why'dya feel like no one cares about you? [giggling] Do you feel needy or...?

CYRUS – [irrtated] Are you making fun of me?

GUZMA – [Skipping a seat on the couch to sit by Cyrus' side] Nah. I mean it for real. Why do you feel like that?

CYRUS – [annoyed again] Well, I thought it was pretty self-explanatory that when I said “no once cares”, I meant that I think other people don't give a flip about how I feel! Or about whether or not I'm even alive! [Guzma stares silently for a while and Cyrus blushes a bit, then takes a deep breath] I don't feel... appreciated. That's it.

GUZMA – [Suddenly more serious] Hm... That's rough...

CYRUS – [Slightly ashamed] Look, I only write about those things in my diary because my therapist says it will help me understand myself, all right? Please, stop making a big deal out of it. It's not. It's nothing important.

GUZMA – Dude, like... I ain't the one makin' a big deal out of it...

Cyrus widens his eyes a little again.

GUZMA – Like... I'm just talkin' about it 'cause it's not, y'know... normal? I mean, to feel that way, y'know? But I'm just chattin', like, casual talk! I ain't making a big deal outta anything! You're the one who's makin' big deal out of it, as if talkin' about that was a problem... Like, what's wrong with just talkin' about it?

Cyrus looks away.

GUZMA – Wanna know what? I've felt like that before. I'ma be honest with ya, Cyrus, I've felt like that too in the past! I mean, livin' in the streets is not that easy sometimes, y'know? And when you ain't got nothin' and people just walk by and pretend they don't even see ya, how do you think you're gonna feel?

Cyrus keeps looking to the other side.

GUZMA – But then, like... You end up findin' people who care! Like, I founded my team, made my friends, everythin' was all right! And screw the rest! So, like... Screw your parents, and Ghetsis and all of those Fudge-brained jerks like him! Life goes on and stuff. Things change. Time passes... Y'know?

CYURS – [looking at him with the corner of his eyes] Yeah, I suppose time doesn't usually just stop flowing in our dimension. Any other generic piece of advice?

GUZMA – [chuckles] Quite a sense of humor, eh, Cy-boy?

CYRUS – I don't have a sense of humor. What's the point of humor anyway?

GUZMA – Well, havin' fun!

CYRUS – What for?

GUZMA – Dude... like... for fun? [laughs] The heck of a question is that? There's no point! It just feels good!

CYRUS – Feeling good is just temporary. It will go away and you'll feel bad again later.

GUZMA – Which is just as temporary, 'cause you'll eventually feel good again! And so it goes! Ups and downs! Am I right? So instead of thinkin' about all that until you get a headache, why not just livin' your life?

CYRUS – The amount of cliches is gonna give me a headache, to be honest. What are you, a walking self-help book?

Guzma bursts into a sincere laughter, leaving Cyrus slightly surprised.

GUZMA – Now that's a better mood! See, you do have a sense of humor, it's just kinda acid! I like that! [giggles] Yeah I like that...

Cyrus stifles a chuckle and looks away again.

GUZMA – I saw that!

CYRUS – [Looking back at Guzma] What?

GUZMA – You smiled!

CYRUS – Must have been your imagination.

GUZMA – [chuckles] Right. [not that brief silence] But welp. Just to finish what I was sayin'. You had your share of pain in the past, like, you been hurt, I've been hurt, we all been hurt, 'K? Some more than the others, but...

CYRUS – You really don't give up on the cliches, do you?

GUZMA – Shush, let me finish! You had a rough past! OK! But that's over, dude. Look at us! We're livin' with friggin' Mr. Mafia Boss Giovanni here! I mean, dude's rich. Dude's above the law. Dude's nice. Kinda short-fused, I gotta say, but still nice! We got this big old house here... Free food... What else could we ask for, ey?

CYRUS – Aren't you deviating a bit from the topic?

GUZMA – Nah, I mean it! We're all livin' here now! And life here is good, is that not right? and like... You'll never see your parents again! Screw them! They're in the past!

CYRUS – They've been in the past for a long for me. This is not a problem anymore.

GUZMA – You were the one who brought up your parents...

CYRUS – Because you insisted on asking me about my wounds! But it's been a long time I haven't cared about my parents, and I don't intend to change that.

GUZMA – Yeah! Great! And now you've got a buncha people livin' with ya who are totally not like them! Like me and Maxie and Archie and Lusie and Lysandre... I mean. OK. Let's be honest, no one is like Lysandre, right? But still, we're all different from your parents! Just 'cause they made you feel like trash when you lived with them, that doesn't mean we all think you're trash too!

CYRUS – I'm not trash.

GUZMA – Yeah, that's the spirit, bro!

CYRUS – I-... OK. Whatever. Your point is...?

GUZMA – My point? [giggles] Dunno. Stop being an emo prick?

CYRUS – [rather offended] Well, I can be a caustic prick, since you prefer it.

GUZMA – [with a malicious smile once again] Nice, I love caustic humor! Then we kill two birds with one stone: you get your appreciation and I don't get none of your gloomy drama anymore!

CYRUS – What?! You frickin-... I'm not making any drama, you brought this up yourself! I didn't even want to talk about it!

Guzma laughs a bit and then taps Cyrus' back, making him a little bit uncomfortable.

GUZMA – Just jokin', bro! Relax!

Cyrus crosses his arms and looks away once again, slightly grumpy. Guzma quickly grabs his diary.

CYRUS – [turning back at Guzma and trying to grab the diary] Hey!

GUZMA – Now let me just add somethin' here!

CYRUS – [Still trying to get the diary back] What?! Guzma!

GUZMA – [writing with a pencil while dodging Cyrus] And... Here... we... go!

Guzma finishes writing and gives Cyrus his diary, which he grabs rather aggressively and immediately opens, searching for whatever Guzma wrote.

CYRUS – What have you written here?

Cyrus gets to his last entry. At the bottom of the page he finds Guzma's handwriting. It reads “Guzma slaps!”.

CYRUS – [sarcastic] How touching.

GUZMA – What? Disappointed? Didya expect a somethin' mallow like “we all wove you, Cywus! Pwease don't feel wejected anymowe!” [laughs].

CYRUS – [Closing his diary and rolling his eyes] Shut up...

GUZMA – Welp. Hope to see some more cheerful stuff next time I grab your diary!

CYRUS – Next time?! [Guzma ignores him]

GUZMA – [stands up] I'm off now. Gonna meet Plum for a beer! But, hey, let's do somethin' together any day, how 'bout that, ey, Cy-boy?

CYRUS – [rather lost] Uh... I...

GUZMA – Do you play chess?

CYRUS – Uh... Y-yes. I do.

GUZMA – Thought so! Let's play a game of chess tomorrow then! Deal?!

CYRUS – Well... I can't see why not.

GUZMA – Nice! [taps his shoulder and leaves, then stops and turns back, giving him finger guns and winking once again] See ya, bro!

Guzma leaves. Cyrus remains sitting on the couch, silent. He opens the diary again and stares at the bottom of his last entry for a few seconds. He grabs a pen and starts writing.

“Dear diary. Something rather peculiar just happened: I think I just made a friend... … That does not mean I give you permission to read my diary, Guzma. Close it. Now.”

------ (Scene by GabiWaffle)

#DBAMCWrittenScenes #Skull Boss Guzma #galactic boss cyrus

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 5 years ago

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Fanfiction trope mash up: 60. Poorly Timed Confessions and 70. Locked in a Room for Aziraphale and Crowley?

Prompt from @likearumchocolatesouffle and @lunarmultishine

Escape and confession

"What is it Adam and Warlock wanted to do for their joint birthday?" Crowley asked Aziraphale as they lazily drove towards the Dowlings estate.

"I believe dear, that Pepper had called it an "Escape Room" when they were all discussing it at our last teatime visit. Warlock said that his parents were having a customized popup one at the party this year. " Aziraphale explained with a smile.

He was excited to see his boys again, though Adam was still fresh to the idea of him and Crowley, he was not adverse to Warlock being basically his parent-trapped brother. And where Warlock went so did he and Crowley.

"I mean that sounds less fun than the last year's birthday entertainment." Crowley said smiling as he drove them through the gates of the familiar estate.

"Oh, no, I was a rubbish magician, though if I had the proper stage setup I would have thoroughly been able to entertain." Aziraphale said with a wistful note to his voice.

Crowley brought Aziraphale's plump hand, which he had been holding, to his lips and kissed his knuckles.

"You thoroughly entertained me." He said between knuckle kisses.

Aziraphale blushed and smiled.

"Place seems to have gone a bit to hell since we've been gone." Crowley noted as he parked the Bentley and unlatched his seatbelt.

"Oh, the petunias I planted are gone." Aziraphale said woefully looking towards the flower bed that was near the hedges as he climbed out of the car.

"Petunias are a gaudy flower anyway." Crowley said with a hand wave.

Aziraphale gave a derisive snort and fell in step with Crowley, reaching silently for his hand.

"Nanny! Bro Fran! You made it!" Warlock shouted from across the yard, sprinting towards the pair.

"I do detest that nickname." Aziraphale whispered to Crowley, noticing Adam, Pepper, Brian, Wenslydale, and Dog racing towards them as well.

"I wonder how that got into his head." Crowley said, hiding a smirk.

Warlock reached them first and tried to give them a simultaneous hug, but his arms being thr length of a twelve year olds, was unable to get both godfathers in his embrace.

"Here Warlock!" Adam exclaimed breathlessly, he took one of Warlock's hands and made a hug extension with his other arm.

"Adam quit hogging the space!" Pepper balked grabbing Adam's other free hand.

"Actually Pepper, Adam wasn't hogging the space, he was merely crowding the supernatural entities." Wensleydale said grabbing Pepper's free hand.

"Hey guys, we can't wait for you to try the escape room." Brian said grabbing Wensleydale's free hand and Warlock's free hand.

Together they formed a circle and tightly squeezed into Aziraphale and Crowley giving them a group hug for the record book.

Dog races around the circle barking joyfully. He was always happy to see Crowley, who always snuck him treats.

Crowley ruffled all the kids hair and snuck Dog a strip of bacon he had shoved in his pocket at breakfast as Aziraphale greeted each child with long winded hellos and good tidings.

"Kids! The escape room is ready!" Harriet Dowling called from the front of the house waving.

The kids cheered and raced to the front of the house, Dog trailing behind them nipping at Brian's heels.

"I'm so very glad the children warmed up to us after the little incident at the airbase." Aziraphale said as he fondly watched the children run ahead.

"By little incident you mean the Apocalypse?" Crowley asked barking a laugh and wrapping an arm around Aziraphale's shoulders as they walked.

"The Notpocolypse I believe is the term the children are using nowadays." Aziraphale said smiling at his counterpart.

The pair caught up with the children as they gathered into the doorway.

The entirety of the Dowlings downstairs guest bedroom had been turned into an Escape Room by a new company in the party business called Use the Clues.

"Not a very clever name. Nothing like Oscar Wilde would've wrote" Crowley whispered with a chuckle in Aziraphale's ear.

"Uh don't mention that ghastly man's name. You'll make me lose my scone and tea." Aziraphale said with a grimace.

"Honestly the man just lamented his undying love for you in his works and you snub him like a dirty nappy." Crowley said trying not to tear up with laughter.

"I only have eyes for one dearest, always have and always will." Aziraphale said giving Crowley a surprise peck on the cheek.

"Thousands of eyes." Crowley murmured turning his face and kissing the corner of Aziraphale's mouth.

"I think we 'ave ow first volunteers." The employee from Use the Clues said with a cross turn of the mouth and a cockney accent staring at Aziraphale and Crowley.

"This'll be easy, like that game on the telly angel. We'll be done in five minutes tops." Crowley said confidently swaggering to the open door of the dark room.

Aziraphale followed close behind giving a sheepish smile to the employee.

The group of children watched excitedly as the timer for the game started, the door shut behind the pair, and the lights were turned on.

Aziraphale blinked several times before being able to take in everything surrounding them.

And then he turned and tugged at the doorknob.

"Hello, um, we need to be let out immediately please." He said in a forced calm voice.

"Sorry can't come out til your minutes are up or you Use the Clues. Woulda knowed that if youd been listenin wouldn't ya?" She said through the door with a edge to her voice.

Aziraphale looked over his shoulder, saw Crowley examining things closely, lifting up his sunglasses to get a better look, and shuddered.

"My dear woman! We need let out immediately!" Aziraphale said somewhat frantically.

"Angel, what in heavens name is going on with you?" Crowley asked concerned, his lips pouting out slightly at thinking something was wrong with his dear angel.

Aziraphale exhaled and tugged at his coat.

"Nothing dear, nothing." He said primly.

Crowley, not understanding what the undercurrent of Aziraphale's tone said, "Come help me with this, box thingy then, here I'll bring it to you. I think it has a clue in it." Crowley said walking over resting a cheek on Aziraphale's shoulder holding up a small blue box with a yellow star and red lever on the side.

Aziraphale kept his eyes on the box and turned the lever, an unfamiliar tune came from the box, Aziraphale continued to turn the lever in circles.

Then a section of the box popped open and a small clown popped out.

Aziraphale gave out a cry and turned away burying his face in Crowley's chest.

"Angel?! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Crowley exclaimed in surprise.

He tossed the offending Jack-in-the-box aside and wrapped his long spindly arms around his upset round angel.

"Oh Crowley, I'm sorry, this is frightfully embarrassing !" Aziraphale's muffled voice cried from Crowley's tshirt.

Crowley ran his hands from Aziraphale's golden curls to his soft neck to his broad back.

"Angel, you can tell me. What is wrong?" Ceowley murmured gently, soothingly.

Aziraphale took in a ragged breath and pulled himself away from Crowley's chest.

"I, I'm, oh this is so embarrassing. Crowley, I am afraid of clowns." Aziraphale said, keeping his eyes on Crowley's making sure they didnt stray to the room full of clowns that they were locked in.

Crowley's lip twitched, but he maintained his composure to comfort Aziraphale, he rested each hand on the Angel's plump shoulders.

"Angel, weren't you a mime when we lived in Paris?" Crowley asked trying not to break his somber facade and crack a smile.

Aziraphale stiffened and his lips twisted into a prim little pursed shape.

"Mimes are completely different from, clowns." Aziraphale stated tartly.

"Right, of course, of course." Crowley said one hand gesturing in the air.

"I can barely be near any, or have them in sight, they frighten me so much." Aziraphale said, clenching his eyes closed and gripping and ungripping Crowley's shirt.

"Okay angel, okay. Shhh." Crowley said pulling Aziraphale to his chest, getting lost a moment in all the softness that was pressed against him.

With one arm wrapped around Aziraphale, with the other hand he knocked on the door beside them.

"Eh?" The lady called.

"Miss, we would like to get out now please." Crowley said gently.

"You got five more minutes before the lock is up. I cant unlock it before then." She called back.

Aziraphale moaned in Crowley's shirt, and Crowley's lips curled in a snarl.

He wrapped the other arm around Aziraphale tightly pulling him closer, letting him bury his plump face in his narrow chest.

"Angel, remember that song we used to sing Warlock when he was a baby?" Crowley asked thinking of something.

"Which one?" Aziraphale bemoaned into Crowley's chest.

Crowley smiled, "The Doris Day one." He said softly.

"I don't think so." Aziraphale answered, his voice muffled.

Crowley leaned so his mouth was near Aziraphale's ear and he constricted him tightly.

"I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck." Crowley sang gently giving Aziraphale an extra squeeze.

Aziraphale looked up at hin with a small smile and watery eyes.

"A hug around the neck." Aziraphale sang back.

"And a barrel and a heap." Crowley sang grinning.

"Barrel and a heap." Aziraphale repeated.

"And I'm talking in my sleep about you." They sang together.

Crowley searched Aziraphale's face for any other sense of fear, and then when he noted all the traces were gone from his blue eyes, he slid his hands up to the aides of Aziraphale's face.

Crowley thumbed the Angel's plump cheeks, and the crease on the side of his neck where his double chin began, Crowley smiled and leaned forward and kissed Aziraphale gently on the lips.

Aziraphale stood on his tiptoes leaning up, wrapping his large wide arms around Crowley's thin frame and pulling him closer.

All sense of fear gone while he was so close to his beloved.

All of time stopped, as they lingered locked together at the lips.

A loud click announced the end of their turn in the escape room but they didnt pay any kind to the doors opening, just each other and the way they felt and tastes mingled together.

The children's voices choruses of "ew!" Filled the air until they broke apart, and all but sprinted out of the room.

#fandom tropes #trope mashup #good omens #good omens ficlet #fandom trope mashup from the prompt list #mix and match #aziraphale and crowley #fat aziraphale #scared Aziraphale #singing angels #singing demons #mimes vs. clowns

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seasidefallenangel · 6 years ago

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Hey hey~ can I get 🗿 as Saburo getting bad advise from his Bros? Thanks!!

mod ramuda: like i said i’m late okay. listen. listen you guys i will get thru these old ass asks even if it kills me. also i went hog wild on this one. ps find the love live reference

🗿 - person a gets TERRIBLE advice from person c on how to ask person b out. person a doesn’t realize this up until they’re actually confessing, however.

Saburo could do lots of things. He could memorize any scientific term thrown at him, he could crack out an incredible essay 30 minutes before it was due, he could read Jiro for filth at any given moment, he could do the Ocarina of Time water temple without cheats (which was really the crème de la crème of his talents.) However despite his academic and leisure based achievements,

Saburo could not flirt for the absolute life of him.

The last time he tried was approximately 1 year 7 months and 13 days ago when he approached a girl in his marine biology class and said she reminded him of a Goblin Shark. This was followed by a slap to the face and her switching classes. It was only after Jiro had made fun of him for three days straight he realized she had taken it as him calling her ugly rather than the intended meaning of saying she’s unique - which wouldn’t have been that much better either.

A few weeks ago a new student transferred into Saburo’s Algebra II class after what his school had dubbed “The Trumpet Incident” and the previous Algebra II class they were in no longer had a teacher or a classroom. Which led to the present - Saburo outside Ichiro’s bedroom door getting ready to ask for dating advice (Ichiro himself had never dated anyone but that didn’t matter because of course Ichi-nii knows all.)

“Oi, what are you doing standing there like a creep?”

A scowl immediately made it way Saburo’s face. “Too stupid to figure it out, are you?” Of course there was no way for Jiro to actually tell what Saburo was doing, but that was beside the point.

“Hah? You’re always in such a bad mood you little-” “What are we talking about, hm?”

Pure horror made its way throughout Saburo and Jiro’s bodies as Ichiro opened the door and questioned them. “Nothing Ichi-nii!” they harmonized. Saburo then cleared his throat. “Actually um, I kind of need your advice…” he trailed off. Ichiro smiled as his little brother and put his hand on his back. “Come on in here then!” The two made their way into the room as Jiro stalked behind them (“Why are you coming stupid Jiro!?” “Cut that out Saburo” “Sorry Ichi-nii”) and Ichiro flopped onto his bed as Saburo sat criss cross applesauce near the bottom and Jiro took solace in that stupidly comfortable bean bag Ichiro owned. “What’s going on little bro?”

A blush began to take form on Saburo’s face. “Well there’s… this person who just joined my math class and I…” Jiro leaned forward “-stop being weird Jiro.” “Hey!” “Anyway, I want to ask them to go out with me after school but I don’t know how.” Ichiro got ready to give a long talk about joys of romance in high school and the wonders of love before Jiro beat him to it with some slightly less eloquent words. “HA! Seriously? What did you manage to tell this one? That they had the same face as a fucked up tanuki?” Saburo gritted his teeth, “At least my last crush didn’t try to report me to the police for being creepy!” “BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET.” Guilt shrouded their faces. “Sorry Ichi-nii.” Ichiro sighed and looked back towards his youngest sibling, “I’m glad you came to me about this, and I swear to you we will get you this date.” Saburo and Jiro’s eyes sparkled at Ichiro’s resolution and determination. “Ichi-nii is the coolest!”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Breathe in, breathe out.

This was Saburo’s moment of truth. The peak of his middle school career. It all depended on this working.

He walked up to his classmate as they put their outside shoes in their locker. “Excuse me,” Saburo got their attention in a quiet voice. They looked up with slight hesitation in their eyes. “Um, you’re Yazawa-san right? Wait no, Yamada-san!” They beamed. “Can I help you with anything?”

Oh god they are so precious I’m gonna die.

“…” Saburo was trying his best to build up courage to get the words out of his mouth. “Yamad-” “I want to analyze you like one of Hachi’s songs!”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

The door to the Yamada residence slammed shut. Ichiro curiously looked up from washing the dishes to see Saburo sulking through the living room. “Huh? What are you doing home so early?” Saburo whipped around. “If you wanted me to embarrass myself to death you should’ve told me to dress up as Jiro and confess!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#silent-alpaca #saburo yamada #saburo #buster bros #scenarios #this isnt fluff or angst idk what the fuck to tag it as #hypmic imagines

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sleepinglune · 7 years ago

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never enough, pt 2

once upon a time, you and mark were lovers. but, some things don’t work out as you let your emotions of insecurity break apart the love you shared. back to the present, you and mark meet up once again as music majors who have to compose a song together.

part one ← part two. ➝ part three.

you dreamt about meeting mark. you envisioned this scenarios many times. they were all different from each other. the stark contrast was always on what kind of expression he had. most of the times, it was a sincere one. no malice as the boy wasn’t able to bare such emotion. there was another constant in the mix. the distance. it was an arm-length away. neither of you dared to vouch into that space. it was the space that marked your ever-wallowing emotions. it was also the leeway that justified the day you broke two hearts. yours and his. but, most importantly his.

but, here you were. your hand willing crossing the barrier, fingers eager for touch. you thought for a moment maybe he wouldn’t hold it. but, he did.

if this happened in more favorable circumstances, you would think mark’s touch was euphoric. it caused electricity to course through your veins. the blood racing as your limbs are trying to retain their strength. but, you’re thankful by how your focus was on your sticky fingers. the remains of the dried-out coffee cause sweat to accumulate on the dents of your palms. that’s why your heart relaxed the moment you heard the word you always longed to hear. you pulled your hand quickly, the remains of palpitation still pulsed through your palm.

despite you didn’t really thought about it, donghyuck and yukhei did. they noticed how hasty your action was. you sensed how your best friend’s eyebrow rose, questioned the nervous energy you radiate. at the sudden gaze, you felt self-conscious on how your sudden pull would be taken. god, you were just hoping mark wasn’t taking it the wrong way.

“ha, good. i don’t think i need to worry much then. you’re a good artist, after all.” you asserted, tone filled with genuinity.

your features that were plastered with anxiety somewhat softened. the tails of your lips were upwards, a smile you only handed to him. mark remembered that look very well. it was the look he usually caught you had when you stared at him with awe. adoration crinkled in your eyes.

whilst you two shared these gazes whose weight was becoming evident to bystanders, donghyuck’s curiosity simply grew. it was like trying to contain a burst of flame. he cleared his throat to have everyone’s attention.

“oh?” his tone released an airy feel to it. his head tilted as his gaze fixated into yours. under his eyes, you felt rather intimidated. “i been having this question running through my head for a while actually. how do you know mark? or better yet, why you keep acting between knowing him and not knowing him at all?” his words strung in the air that grew tense.

your fingers reached for the hem of the shirt, crumbled the piece of fabric. your first reaction was a rather foolish one as you let the nervous bubble of laughter burst. it resonated on the confined space you did. “uhm,” your throat somehow found your voice under the crumples of your body waiting to combust. “mark and i have history, per say. yeah!” your tongue tried to adhere together as you grew scared of getting tied together between your debate to lie or tell the truth.

“i just- we have known each other for awhile.” you settled for that answer, slightly proud you didn’t stutter. but, you knew that wasn’t the answer he was searching for. but, mark rescued you from the scrutinizing his best friend was putting you through.

“stop giving her that look, hyuck. she’s right. we’re acquaintances.” his voice mellows out the situation, a depth of hurt concealed by his kind nature. donghyuck realized this as he has been friends with the boy beside him since eternity became a word.

“i’m not questioning that. i’m just curious on how you know each other.” he refuted, a pout etched on his lips.

“well,” you said, your mouth eagerly betrayed you. “we met through music. i quickly became his fan. i really like that song, sentimental.” your tone managed to not quiver under the three gazes focused on you.

at the mention of the song, mark’s facade faltered a bit. his lips weren’t able to maintain the friendly smile he upheld. sentimental was a song he composed when his emotions were too wild. he couldn’t keep the wild beast called the heart in the confinement of his ribcage. hence, he let it free when he wrote sentimental. sentimental was the song about your break up.

donghyuck who witnessed quietly this interaction finally connected the dots. his eyes widened, lips parted at the new revelation he just unveiled. before his throat could vibrate with sound, yukhei intervened. his own mind twirled the gears and connected the straws without a destination.

“i agree! it’s a great song! but, y’know. my heart lays with the songs cherry bomb and we young. those songs always have me hyped!” his tone fragments the quiet atmosphere that loomed over your shoulders. you have never been more thankful for yukhei’s ever so friendly personality.

you saw how mark’s expression returned to its glory. the big eyes that held the stars and the smile that challenged the sun’s spark. his cheeks are painted with the prettiest shade of red, deluded between the space. a sheepish laugh escaped. “i’m glad you guys enjoy my songs. i hope you keep supporting them.” his tone rimmed with joviality as his eyes wandered from yukhei’s to yours.

“of course! you know i’m your biggest fan!” your best friend chimed with a chirpy tone to compliment.

your features were no longer the stone figure you molded. it broke apart with a similar smile as mark’s. it was a smile that expressed the warmth that oozed throughout your body. dang, his effect on you hasn’t lost any impact. “i’m sure i will.” your voice somehow turned softer than you realized. it was so soft, so quiet that if you were farther, it would have been carried by the wind. but, mark was always good at catching words that weren’t meant to be heard.

donghyuck cleared his throat once the initial shock faded from his system. or well, it wasn’t as overwhelming as it first was because he didn’t sign up to be part of a drama. for all he knew, he signed up to sing his heart out and that’s it.

“y/n,” he called your name with that sweet voice of his. you simply turned your head in response, eyes catching his. “i’m sorry, i misjudged you right there. you see, my boy mark here,” his arm latched beside the other, arm over the shoulder. “he has been through some heartache and i’m just trying to protect him from it.” he knew those words were meant to hurt. they were meant to raise something that was buried. which, it worked.

your eyes twitched slightly, your fingers cramped and you had to reposition your feet to maintain stability. the instigated reaction caused donghyuck to realize that this love you and his best friend had still burned. he confirmed his assumptions as those stories from mark found sense. so, it was time to put his role as the protagonist’s best friend into action. his mind already had several plots on how could this relationship of yours will be executed.

“hey, don’t say that.” mark replied immediately, hand against donghyuck’s chest. “it’s not even true and how is it relevant? hyuck, that’s not nice to assume.”

guilt revolted in the pit of your stomach because of course. they seemed to be close friends. why wouldn’t donghyuck not know about you? or well, more how he caught the hints that were unconsciously dropped.

“it’s okay!” you spoke again, cringed on the inside. “i understand. i wouldn’t want my best friend to be hogged by some random strangers.” you said as your arm wrapped around yukhei. more than this action being meant to brag, it was meant for comfort. you were glad to see how the boy caught the message as his hand reached for yours.

“don’t we have it so tough mark? being handsome is always a hard chore. we are lucky to have people to support us on this journey.” your best friend jested as he tried to lift the mood.

you weren’t exactly mad at donghyuck for saying such a crude statement. it was meant to be raw and you knew it. if someone hurt yukhei like you hurt mark, you would probably react the same way. but little did you know, it was just donghyuck giving you his last judgment before giving you his blessing.

mark laughed at the comment, the joy emitted. “we are lucky! but, hyuck here is more popular than i am. just while ago, renjun called him to claim his spot as his number one best friend! imagine that level of threat.” your ex followed with ease, trying to cause the conversation to rift somewhere else.

“what a relatable struggle! y/n here keeps talking about nana this and nana that. i swear my best friend status keeps getting threatened.” he huffed with fake annoyance as his eye met yours.

you scoffed at his behavior, a sound resembling a snort. “yuki, we went through this. nana is my other half while you are my best friend. totally different titles.” you refute, arms crossed as you stared at him.

“yes! different titles. mark, you are my bro while renjun is my best friend. glad to see y/n has intellect.” donghyuck joined again, the penetrating intent gone from sight as it boiled on the background as it maneuvered a plan.

“that’s the same concept. it’s just having a lot of sidehoes because you can’t commit to one hoe. sounds like someone i very well know.” yukhei said with humor, one you found yourself laughing at.

“that’s not true! i have one sidehoe and it’s not you. it’s chenle. he is the sidehoe who i lie about being my favorite junior when he shares the title with jisung.” you humored back, some of the weight of before removed. but, you see how mark and donghyuck share gazes at the mentioned names. this seemed that it would become a usual thing. the questioning thing.

“wait, you said chenle and jisung?” mark questioned, for the first time speaking to you directly.

“yeah. park jisung and i are roommates as neither of us really wanted to live in the dorms. zhong chenle is nana’s roommate.” you replied back, not sure why you were being very descriptive.

“oh my god, the world is so small. we fucking know jisung park and zhong chenle too. mark and i share hip-hop classes with both.” donghyuck snorted his reply as he saw the evident shock on yours and yukhei’s faces.

“are you serious? how come jisung has never talked-” you said before you stopped mid-sentence where your eyes flashed a flashback where jisung is over in the kitchen telling you about his new seniors. he said one of them looked like a baby lion while the other looked like a monkey. “oh my god! you two are baby lion and donkey! that makes so much sense. yuki, these two are the ones jisung kept using casual language.” you exclaimed, excitement rushing through your words as the two were rather embarrassed by how you used their nicknames so easily.

“oh, baby lion and monkey, huh?” your best friend’s face approached theirs, scanned it. “oh boy, you do look like baby lion and a monkey.”

before either of the two boys could refute back, you see how someone said an loud “hi” at your direction. you see it’s none other than lee jeno with the most gorgeous smile you have seen in your life. god, no wonder you had this big crush on this boy! you started waving, only to realize everyone else is too. jeno arrived at the spot, offered a smile to everyone. only you seemed to be the one who slightly blushed at the sight.

“oh wow, i didn’t know all of you were friends! if i did, i would have made a bigger goings!” at the sound of his words, it caused your stomach to feel like it broke apart.

so, not only you’re meeting your ex again. you’re working with him again. your best friend is working with his. you both share common friends. but lastly, your crush had to be great friends with your ex!

what a fucking joke.

“what happened to your shirts?” the newcomer asked, eyes glued to your shirt. the better question would be, what didn’t happen.

“life.”

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BNHA self insert AU

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Chapter 25: Itati the Brave

The Sports Festival happens, now the agents get their fun! The list of supplies gets handed out and we get into survival studies so we all pull through without causalities. Monoma and I cut our training to only once a week now that he’s gotten the hang of extending his copies and developing techniques. But that hasn’t stopped our bedroom sessions from being whenever we want each other.

-Thursday in the Halls with Mimi and Jin-

“Did y’all hear what happened at lunch?!” Mimi gasped like it was news of the century.

“What’s the tea sis?” I say as I’m hovering a very sleep deprived Jin above our heads.

“Yuka broke up with Tetsu!”

“NO WAY?!” Jin and I gasped.

“YES WAY!” she responded in equal exaggeration “she was peeved that he’s too much of a pussy to step up to get more intimate with her” she was remembering what she saw “they were in the work room I was in, but I was in the rafters to get the bird that flew in the morning. They rushed in, kissing really rough, when Yuka tried to go down on him and he said no. She then asked him if he wanted to do anything aside from kissing and he said that he was scared. Yuka then started to do that thing where she stops breathing to make a quick decision. The bitch fuckin yells she’s been horny since the party because she stopped sleeping with the weed man to be with him.”

“I knew they were sleeping!” I wasn’t surprised about that now confirmed fact “nobody gets weed from agent 420 without proper payment of yen or pussy.”

“What made matters worse is that metal man was feeling inadequate and cried that he loved her and was trying to be a better man for her” she crossed her arms and sighed tiredly “Yuka backhanded him and stormed out of the room saying that it was over, leaving him to cry. Which made things very awkward when I had to get down from the rafters at some point to go release the bird outside.”

“Oh no! Poor dude” I think about the places he might be after school “I’ll talk to him about it later but dang, didn’t think Yuka would be that like that. It’s been what, almost 3 months? That’s alot of time to abstain from sex.”

Fast forward to after school, I walk to the school patio to see if Tetsutetsu was there with Shinso. I always saw them together after school by the stone tables on certain days, maybe I’d see them there today. I saw Shinso talking to a tree and my mind didn’t know how to interpret the sight.

“Please? You have to tell me what’s the matter” Shinso coaxed at the tree “I promise I won’t judge you if you tell me!”

“Shinso?” I asked, startling him “sorry to give you a scare, but who are you talking too? All I see is the tree.”

“Oh uhh hehe” he gets self-aware of his surroundings “Tetsu is up in the tree sobbing and he won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Oh! I was just looking for him” I got closer and saw that he was hidden in the leafy branches of the tree “I know why and I’m here to talk to him about it.”

“I don’t want to” spoke Tetsutetsu between sobs “today is the worst and I just want to hide!”

“Well, whether you want to or not” I start to climb the tree “I’m coming up there to make you feel a bit better.”

“I’m coming up too” Shinso follows after me “I want to know.”

“Hey bud, so Mimi told me what happened” I popped my head near where he was perched “it was fucked up of Yuka to just blow up on you like that” I helped Shinso up on a branch “intimacy can get a bit scary, especially sex, Yuka stopping having it since you guys started going steady! She cares about you to be committed to you but having those pent up urges does make you lose it.”

“Has that ever happened to you?” asked Shinso.

“Umm well, I’ve never gone that far but I see this type of thing in others all the time.” I did not want these boys to know about my sessions at all.

“Tetsu, you’re crying over your girl?” Shinso put everything together “sorry that happened bro, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know! I’ve fallen in deep with her bro” he said between sobs “I want to win her back and show that I’m a man worth her time but needs to be in the right mind to do that sort of thing.”

“I have a plan” I spoke up “we have a party on saturday, just announced by Hansai like an hour ago. I can use my plus one on you to come in and make up with Yuka, knowing her, she can easily avoid you at school but she really can’t at one of our parties.”

“I want to come too” Shinso butted in “for moral support and so he doesn’t get all teary with everyone watching when things go down.”

“Hmmm, I didn’t count on that factor” I thought about how I was going to include Shinso in “Oh! I’ll ask Jin to use his plus one on you, he never invites anybody from outside the program and he’s the bouncer of our parties.”

“Bro, you’re gonna be in for the wildest night of your young life” Tetsu said without sobbing “those agent kids don’t mess around with their liquor or competitive drinking! I woke up with my shirt up my ass at the first party I went.”

“Hehehe yea he did” I giggled as I pulled up the picture to show Shinso “Yuka took the picture, apparently he made a bet that if he makes this last shot on a game of beer pong he was going to kiss Yuka but if he doesn’t he was going to shove his shirt up his ass. Guess what happened.”

“Oh my God, really dude?” Shinso looked horrified at the picture “now I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you whats good and what to avoid” I pat Shinso on the back “I realize that y’all are party babies and need some help.” I pull up the mass text with the details “Okay so it’s this Saturday at the 2nd year dorms, doors open at 7pm, all rules apply.” I turn to the boys “You got that fellas?”

“I’ll fill you in on the house rules but we got it” Tetsu turned to Shinso to confirm.

“Great! I’ll be zooting outta here now” I put my phone in my bag “see you boys then!” I teleport out and kept the details to myself until the day of the party.

-Morning of the party, at the mall with Jin and Mimi-

“Do you think Yuka and the others are handling things alright?” I asked worried as I checked the time “it’s 3 hours til and we haven’t been contacted about anything.”

Jin tosses his final item into his cart “I’m sure they’re fine” he checks the list for any missed items “it’s not their first time handling things.”

Mimi tries on some hiking boots “No, babygirl has a point” she stands to do a test walk in the boots “remember when we were gone for the take down practice test and they couldn’t handle us being gone for 2 days?” she stumbles a bit “everything was a disaster! Why don’t we shoot a text to see if they need us to pick up anything?”

I sent the text and we didn’t get a reply, it gave all of us anxiety and we rushed our supply shopping to go back. When we got back, things were on the brink of going wrong so we helped with that. Everything was done an hour before people started to arrive and that gave me time to get pretty. And like clockwork, everyone came right on the dot. Once the boys came, it was go time with the plan.

“...Ok Tetsu, remember, you go up to her THEN you yell ‘you just got ICED!’, now go!” I say as I hand him the bottle and point to Yuka across the room.

Shinso sees him walk to Yuka “So this a dorm party huh?”

“Psh it’s just intel that has these parties” I scoff as a mix him a drink “If you think the hero dorms are like this, sorry to say but y’all can’t do shit.”

“Is that why you ran wild all the time?” he glances back to me “I’ve heard from the others of your little adventures.”

“Yea, I have more liberties than the hero program” I hand him the drink “thankfully everything is where it should be now but living with those kids was such a pain in the ass.”

He takes the drink from my hand “Really? Now I’m not looking forward to moving in during the summer” he takes a sip and almost spits it back in the cup “oh Tetsu wasn’t kidding, it does taste like burning!”

“Oh you’re moving in! That means you’re gonna take my old room!” I get giddy “lucky you! it’s the biggest room on the boys side.”

“Oh yea? Well, hows class with those kids? I’m getting incorporated in 2nd term.”

“Oof, it’s alright but maybe it won’t be as bad” I pause to get Shinso a napkin “I’m also coming in 2nd term for the communications and strategy class.”

“Oh that’s cool” he wipes his chin and takes another sip “I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often then just in passing and training.”

“Yup! and I can’t wait!” I open a beer “I’ve heard about the off site simulation training we’re going to do and I’m stoked to take part!”

Meanwhile, In the hero dorms...

“Anything interesting happening?” Mineta asked Kaminari that was hogging the binoculars.

“Nothing yet- WAIT! Oh man Iida-kun is going to flip!”

“WHAT?! What did you see!” Mineta screamed trying to grab the binoculars to take a look.

“Palma-san is getting a little too social with Shinso” Kaminari gives the binoculars back “please tell me he’s still awake!”

“It’s almost 10pm, I doubt it” Mineta looks at the clock then at the party “don’t you find it weird that the only time anybody in the hero program is let in those parties is because they’re associated with Palma-san?”

Aoyama perks up from the couch “Don’t you know? Those parties are invite only, everyone in her class has an admit one guest” he strikes a pose “that means that Shinso begged her to let him in this party.”

Mineta and Kaminari put two and two together “ALL THIS TIME WE COULD’VE GONE TO ONE IF WE ASKED TO BE HER PLUS ONE?!”

Kaminari remembered the school dance events and the morning after “So that means that Iida-kun wasn’t formally invited to that after party, he begged her or included himself” he thought some more “then he went, got drunk with her until who-knows-when and they ended up in the situation in the morning after.”

“What are you trying to say?” asked Mineta, still confused.

“I’m saying that Iida-kun is the coolest guy in our class! He partied until he literally passed out and had a girl take care of him AND the same girl always invites him first to these parties!” he then got a bit hysterical “making us dumb, lame party virgins!”

-Fast foward: Thursday Night, gearing up for the camping trip-

“Uh oh sisters” I exclaimed in a semi-panicky tone.

“Whats wrong?” Jin asked.

“We’re missing a large lantern ” I said as I pointed on the list “we have the oil and the emergency back up but not a the lantern.”

“Ah frick now what?” Hansai thought for a bit “any of you know who might have one? All the shops are closed and we won’t be able to go buy one in the morning.”

“I’ll call my brother” Yuka said dialing on her phone.

“I’ll go pop in the hero dorms and see if anyone has one” I check the time “it’s 6:40, dinner just finished for them, I’ll be back.” I teleport to the commons room and I saw that I popped in the middle of a stressful study session “Um sorry to disrupt yall but do any of yall have a large lantern for camping?”

“What do you have to exchange for it?” Kirishima mocked my line when I would barter my illegal dorm goods.

“I have 1,500 yen, help with your english or strategy homework, a discount at my dorm goods store, this coil hair tie, a tiddie flash and a mystery hand touch.”

“Whats that last thing you said? Mystery hand touch?” asked Tokoyami.

“It’s when I touch a part of your body for 5 seconds, no limitations” I explain as a wiggle my fingers.

“I HAVE ONE!” Iida and Midoriya stood up at the same time.

“I’ll just lend it to you for no charge!” Iida said while doing his air chops “please don’t put up odd services for things you need.”

“I’ll give it to you for 500 yen, the discount and the hand touch” Midoriya put up his offer “I want a back rub, I had a bad day.”

“Aww poor baby! Sure thing” I said has I counted out the money and a pink sticky note for the discount “I’ll extend that back rub for 10 seconds.”

He comes out with the lantern, showed me how it worked and sat on the couch for the back rub “mind if I cry a little too?”

“Let it all out” I said as I started rubbing his back, slowly counting to 10 in my head. Once the 10 seconds was up I asked in a soft tone “feel better Izu?”

“Yeah, Thank you for popping in” he said wiping his tears “what did you want the lantern for anyways?”

“Oh I’m going on my survival camp trip with my class” I stood up “We’re leaving tomorrow at twelve and come back next week friday.”

“So while you go camping, we’re stuck here doing midterms?!” exclaimed Sero “you intel kids have all the fun.”

“Not really, we’re competing with other intel programs to see who’s top dog” I stretch my back “so there’s a chance that some of us won’t make it, there’s bears and shit plus we have to work as a team to raid this cabin and we have to be ready for anything.”

“That still sounds like more fun than what we’re doing” Aoyama pouted.

“Before you go Ita” Iida walked toward me “let me hug you goodbye.” He gives me those gentle but comforting hugs “be careful, beat those other schools and stay together with your team.”

“Aww you’re gonna miss me?” I broke the hug “don’t worry, I know we’ll pull through this one” I put my hand on his cheek “I’ll come back, I promise.” Before he could do anything, I teleported off with the lantern.

The boys looked at Iida suggestively. “I’ll come back! I promise” some of them mocked with kissy noises.

“It’s not like that, cut it out!” Iida fixed his glasses as he glared at the boys.

In the morning, intel set off to their survival camp about 3 hours away from the dorms. The hype was real until we got there and the other groups looked like something out of Mad Max.

“Oh my fucking Gawd” squeaked a B class student “we’re gonna die die!”

“Shut up Tokka-san!” groaned her friend “we gotta do it for Zippy!”

We unload our stuff and get the announcement to line up at our designated spots for a map and instructional radio for daily updates and emergency contact. We started strong until nightfall, Hansai was going to stay up to fend off any attackers or bears while we slept. It backfired as we got ambushed, 2 nights in a row, taking things like blankets and some rations. On the 3rd night I put it upon myself to stay up for the rest of the remaining time, no sleep. With the skills my dad taught me to survive, I managed to keep everyone safe at night. On the 5th day is when some of us were losing it a bit.

“LOOK! APPLES!” Jin screamed like he found treasure “we’re gonna live!” he ran up to the tree to pick the fruit, tears in his eyes.

“Wait, if we check map.....yup! the river is just a quarter mile east!” Yuka exclaimed then turned to Mimi “can you climb up and confirm for us?”

Mimi nods and climbs up one of the apple trees and looks all directions “Okay some good and bad news” she yelled “good news, the river is in fact a quarter mile east” she turns and points behind us “bad news, we got to keep an eye out for 2 groups that are a bit too close for comfort.”

“We have to cross the river before settling down for the night” I spoke up “if I’m not mistaken, we have 4 hours of daylight left, rivers are prime water ambush zones.”

“Then lets keep moving team!” Hansai points east “stay close, it’s bear and deer territory, watch out for traps.”

We get to the river after an hour and we stop dead in our tracks, there was a fucking bear near the edge.

“Aw fuck, now what?” whispered Yuka “Oleshin, any ideas?”

“I’ve never seen a bear before in my life!” Mimi whispered harshly with some panic “and thats one big bitch!”

“I got this yall” I said as I put on my rancho hat “my dad always said the key to approaching wild animals is to talk to them like a neighbor” I get a few apples from my bag and put them in my coat pockets before walking up to the bear.

“Well, there goes our only hope of surviving this shit” sighed a B class student.

“Hola osito! Que pasa?!” I casually say to the bear to get it’s attention “nice day for fishing huh?” the bear turned and whimpered as it was stuck in a bear trap “Ay mira! easy there big guy” I carefully approached to break open the trap “look what I have for you, some nice and juicy apples” I rolled an apple to the bear to gain it’s trust and they ate it in desperation “pobresito, you’re starving, not for long though” I pry the trap open just enough for the bear to get it’s paw out and gave it another 2 apples. The bear then licks my hand starts to muzzle into my arm, like a dog. “Oh my, aren’t you a sweetie?!” I then motion everyone that it was safe to approach.

“Palma, you crazy American bitch!” Hansai sighed in disbelief at the sight of the bear eating an apple out of my hand “you tamed a fuckin bear, in Spanish! I must be dreaming.”

Everyone held out an apple for the bear to gain it’s trust and the bear was licking and sniffing us like a big dog. As we tried to cross the river, the bear followed us like it was trying to return the favor by protecting us. We let the bear sleep near us when we set up camp for the night. And followed us in the morning.

“MORNING UPDATES: 2 MORE TEAMS HAVE FORFEITED DUE TO ILLNESS, LEAVING 4 SCHOOLS STILL IN THE RUN. REPORTS OF A SCHOOL THAT TAMED A WILD BEAR AND IS USING IT AS GUARD AND ATTACK, NAME OF THE SCHOOL IS UNKNOWN DUE TO LIMITED INFORMATION. WEATHER REPORT OF CLOUDY SKIES WITH 15 PERCENT CHANCE OF LIGHT RAIN.”

“Oh wow, word got out fast about big boy” Jin said as he tossed a salmon tail to the bear “how many groups tried to attack us last night?”

I rubbed my eyes “2 groups but they didn’t get close enough for a fight, big boy shoo’d them away.”

“It’s day 6 Palma-san” Yuka spoke with concern “are you sure you don’t want to rest? we can carry you as you sleep.”

“I’ll be fine” I took a sip of water “we can’t afford to waste man power on comforts” I peer over the map and point to the objective area “we are about 3 more miles until the suit up point, by then it will be nightfall and we’d be forced to stop anyways” I stretch my arms and stifle a yawn “if everything goes mostly right and nobody gets injured, that’ll be my rest.”

“I volunteer as guard for tonight” Jin stood up to stretch “we need you rested and alert for the ambush, you’re our wildcard.”

We trudge along these 3 miles just as scheduled and I was allowed my rest. I woke up in the morning, ready for whatever.

“MORNING UPDATES: 4 SCHOOLS STILL REMAIN AND ALL 4 HAVE CHECKED IN AT THE SUIT UP POINT AS OF THIS MORNING. IT’S THE FINAL DAY, ALL CAMPING GEAR IS TO BE SURRENDERED IN THE MARKED STORAGE BIN WITH YOUR SCHOOL’S NAME ON THE SIDE FOR SAFE KEEPING.”

“Okay listen up team” Hansai stood up on a rock to overlook us “from this point on, all command is to be switched over to our big 3 here” he motioned over to Jin, Mimi and me “they have the most experience with these types of mass ambush and strategy, I will be following behind the group to make sure nobody falls behind.”

“I won’t be of much use as the forest here is thick with little visibility” Mimi stated “but lets hype up team! Do it for Zippy!”

Everyone was gassing up to get on with the final leg of the forest. A student from B class spoke up “I know this seems a bit extra but I made this rope harness for Big Boy” they held up their creation “its so we can ride on his back with comfort.”

“Innovative! Lets suit up Big Boy too!” I gasped and got excited “he’s a battle bear now.” We put the harness on the bear and he lets me on his back “Everyone armed?” everyone nods “get in position, and lets head out.”

We got through the forest with little incident and made it to the cabin by sundown.

“Stop!” Mimi commanded “one of the schools has infiltrated the cabin already.”

“Aw frick, now what?” I pondered “do we just wait it out?”

“It’s best” Jin spoke up as he was listening to the radio through the headset “I changed the frequency so I can tap in the other’s ear piece systems” he sighed “things aren’t going so well on their end, we have to wait for the other school to do their thing and see our next moves from there.”

We waited out and the other school couldn’t even make it in the cabin before getting struck down by the enemy.

“Jin, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I turned to Jin with raised eyebrows.

“Yes and I hate that you’re right” he rubbed his temples stressfully, then faced the rest of the group “Okay we need a sniper team, ground control team and a raid team. New goal, since there’s 5 people in the cabin and one hostage to retrieve, the raid team goes in and warps them out of the cabin and the hostage to the safe zone. Ground team detains the enemy as they get warped out and sniper team fires at will as back up leaving Big Boy as our last ditch savior.”

Everyone gets in position, raid team being myself, Jin and Hansai. We bust in and get wary that there was nobody in the living room nor the kitchen.

“I have a bad feeling that they have a trick up their sleeve” I spoke up “coming in was too easy and I can’t detect any noises” I turn to the other 2 “Hansai, can you use your quirk to see if you can detect the enemy and hostage? Jin, alert the sniper team to be on lock.”

“You’re going to hate this” Hansai chirps “there’s 7 people and 2 hostages, plus there’s 2 more levels to this long cabin.”

“Fuck” I said softly, then recouped “okay, any nearby?”

“Yes, in the bedroom and the door to the other level is there too.”

“Lets smoke them out boys” I cocked my gun and signaled them to follow suit. We opened the door to the bedroom and before the 2 people had the chance to do anything, Jin portaled them outside for our ground team to detain. Same thing when we raided the basement.

“We found the hostages” Jin pinged me as I was searching for the last person on the enemy side on the level below the basement “I’m going to portal them and Hansai just outside the sniper ring, near the safe zone.”

“Great job, see you on the upper level” I responded. As I did a quick sweep of the level, I found nothing. I pinged Jin to give the clearing “basement 2 is clear, how’s the ground level?” No response “Jin? Status report.” Still no response, I get on high alert “All teams on code white, Jin is not responding to my pings.”

“All snipers are at your will Palma, find our boy.” calmly said Mimi.

I teleport up to the bedroom and kick every door open to find him and in the main room was my worst fear. The last member of the enemy group had Jin in a chokehold with a gun to his head.

I put my gun up but before I could do anything, the man speaks “Don’t shoot or he gets it!” he presses the gun up to Jin’s temple.

“Don’t do it babygirl” Jin weakly croaked “he has an energy drain quirk.”

“And with every passing moment, I drain more of his energy” he explained “so, drop the gun and he’ll live OR shoot me and your boy here won’t live to see the sun!”

I think fast and point my gun to my head “What will I get if I shoot myself?”

The man stops his act in confusion “Wait, what?”

“You heard me” I cock the gun and press it up to my ear to switch on my earpiece “I said what will happen if I shoot myself? I’m talkin blasting my brains out, will you let him go?”

The man lowers the gun and thinks about my offer but by then its too late, a hail of round rubber bullets come down from the high windows and strike the man down and releasing Jin. I net the man and I teleport him out first before carrying Jin’s weakened body out. As I give the all clear, the radio wails

“CONGRATULATIONS TO UA INTEL ON COMPLETING THE OBJECTIVE, THUS CONCLUDING THIS YEAR’S SURVIVAL CAMP! PLEASE REPORT TO THE SAFE ZONE IMMEDIATELY.”

We make our way to the safe zone, Jin’s limp body on the bear’s back and all. Upon arrival, we see Hansai and the other schools that were still in the race with us.

“Holy shit, UA were the bear tamers?!” Were some of the things the other schools said when we came strolling in with the bear in a rope harness. The people that hosted the camp trial came out to show everyone the ranking, since we completed the camp and objective, we ranked top and everyone else trickled down the list. Diya sensei came out after and he froze in his place.

“I leave you kids alone in the wilderness for a week” he motions over to the bear “and you come back with a fucking bear? What is with you kids and taming wild animals?!”

“To be fair” Mimi spoke up “Palma rescued him and it just started to follow us and obey.”

“Sorry?!” I half-heartly apologized as I fed the bear an apple “Also, Jin need som milk.”

“Him and the other guys” Diya’s tone changed to more impressed then stressed “the man you sniped, oof, he got air lifted to a hospital because he got a few broken bones.”

We all cringed at the idea, Jin got some medical attention to regain some of his energy. We took a group picture with the bear and started to load the bus for the journey back to the dorms. The bear wanted to board the bus with us after we took off the harness but we had to say our good byes.

“Sorry Big Boy, you can’t come with us” I comforted the bear “thank you for your brave service to us.”

“Thank you gentle creature” Mimi pat his back “I hope you help another group in need of your loyalty.”

Jin walks up to the bear and hugs him “I’ll never forget you, go hit that bear pussy, Zippy would’ve wanted it that way.” He gave the bear the rest of his apples and boarded the bus with the rest of us.

On our journey back to the dorms, we figure our how the hell we’re going to tell everyone we tamed a bear without making it sound dramatic. Upon arriving, B class’s parents were there to take them home and our classmates from the other levels were there to greet us back. None of us were in the mood to celebrate, we were stinky and hungry plus I felt the early symptoms of a head cold. We soaked in the bath, ate whatever we didn’t need to cook as long as we ate something and passed out. The next day, like I predicted, I got sick and so did a few others including Jin.

“Hey uhhhhh, you good for visitors?” asked Mimi while I was sitting on the couch, watching a cooking show.

“Depends, who’s a-knockin’ and askin’?”

“Monoma, and he brought flowers”

“Oh shit, yeah bring him in” I perked up and blew my nose.

He walked in and saw that I was loungewear and wasn’t looking too well. “Oh my, you really do look like you survived a week in the wilderness!” he put his hand on my arm to copy my quirk “I’ll take good care of you” he floated me to my room and everyone got the hint that he was going to do more than nurse me back to health. He situated me on my bed and put the flowers on my desk “How I’ve missed you darling” he tried to kiss me but I pulled away.

“Don’t, I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“Oh, I then I’ll kiss you here” he kissed my neck and other parts of my body “you missed my touch? my kiss?” he said between kisses “lay back, relax” he took off his shirt and fixed my pillows for me to lay down comfortably “I want to please my master after a long and victorious journey.” I consented and let him please me.

“Oh Neito, you’re so sweet and obedient like a servant when we’re alone” I moaned in the middle of passion “what would the others think?”

He looks up at me and looms over me “They’d never believe us” he mounted me “they’ll never believe me if I told them how sickly sweet you body feels when I enter it’s heavenly gates” he shudders in pleasure as he does so “and they’ll never believe you if you told them I get on my knees for you or that I please your body whenever you ask me to” he grunts as he finds his rhythm and I lose my breath.

-Fast forward, Monday in homeroom-

“Hey Hey! It’s video announcements from Present Mic! Before we get to our school wide announcements, a big congratulations to our intel second years for not only completing this year’s survival camp challenge but also coming out on top of the ranking! YEAAAAH! Here’s a highlight reel of their week in the wilderness...”

“Oh geez they kept in the part where Mimi shot that west side kid’s ass for stealing our rations” I cringed as the kid screamed for death.

“Oh shit look! They captured the part where Palma-san rescued the bear!” Yuka jumped in her seat as the part where the bear muzzled me came up “AH! they even got GoPro shots of the bear attacking that loin cloth group after they tried to spear us!”

“Well I’ll be damned” Diya looked in shock at the footage “you really did that rescue shit and it devoted it’s life to you.”

“...you saw that correctly folks! A bear aided our students in their challenge, all thanks to the kind-hearted and brave efforts of 2nd year, and intel Big 3 contender, Itati Palma! If you see her around, praise her for being very Plus Ultra to a creature in need. Now on to other school news...”

I turned red in embarrassment as I knew I was going to get all this unwanted attention as I go to my other classes and lunch. And as predicted, there was whispers as I walked the halls and a few people did give me approving looks and words.

“Look who’s here! Bear rescuer Palma!” Mic announced as I walked in the english class to assist “You have to tell me and the audience how you did it!”

“Well, my dad taught me everything about survival and living alongside animals” I overlooked the room and saw that everyone was attentive “he said to me, Itati, the key to approaching an animal is to talk to them like they’re a neighbor. Give them a casual greeting and a compliment on the weather and the rest will follow suite.”

“Was your father an animal rescuer?” Kendo asked naively to what I was going to say next.

“Ha, nope, he was raised on a farm and thought he was a real buckeroo” I responded in a rough rancho accent “rode horses and bulls and shit, he’s also an avid meat eater and so am I” I giggled “so if that bear didn’t pull through, I would’ve eaten it, made a nice bear pelt coat and brought it home. My dad taught me how to do all that too.”

“Oh my god why would your father teach you all those barbaric things?” shrieked Shiozaki.

“That’s how he shows his love for his children” I get nostalgic “by teaching them very valuable skills in case of survival, so really, I have to thank him for teaching me so much to shape me into the confident and reliable person you see before you.”

The rest of that class was tense after that but the rest of my day went better. I did my little jazz band practice for Mic, Midnight and Aizawa for the last hour of school. “Loved the set today Miss Palma” Aizawa spoke up after our last song “not to bring up school work but can you help out your fellow classmates.”

“Um sure” I hopped down to sit on the edge of the stage “what can I help you with?”

“Well, as you know, for the class you’re taking with us” he started off fine “it’s first term strategy and second communications but” he sighed stressfully “strategy is really kicking them in the ass, something isn’t clicking with them.”

“Is it that bad?” I didn’t believe it was as he was making it sound like “what’s the average on the last exam?”

“70 percent, Midoriya and Bakugo are the ones keeping it that high but even they’re struggling”

“Oof, that’s sad” I think a bit and come up with a solution “I have a fun little thing that’ll get things clicking, what’s the P.E. schedule for this week?”

-End Chapter 25-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #not canon #chapter 25 #will update regularly #ask me anything #lmao hi Im back yall #I started this chapter on the 4th #Ive been playing the sims 4 #more chapters in a more reasonable time frame coming soon

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