#one time i tried to say oh heck and typed honk

[tofangirlonly]

[reogou]

Night Out | kozume.k

pairing: kozume kenma x reader

genre: smut

warning/s: dry humping, drinking, alcohol, language?

summary: You were out with the girls, partying and drinking like there's no tomorrow. When you got drunk, Runa called Kenma, your husband to pick you up. But then your husband's handsome face made wonders on your body that you can't help but to kiss him which escalated to something...hot.

A/N: Hi! I hope y'all like this! Idk if I wrote the nsfw part right lmao. I'm just a beginner in writing smut so asdfghjkl. Also, a big thank you to @thewaterlily for beta reading this! Mwah!

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The blinding lights of the bar made your head spin, but it didn't stop you from dancing in the middle of the dance floor. You jiggled your ass like there's no tomorrow but when someone gets too close to you, you immediately shook them off. You're here to have fun and let loose, not to cheat on your husband. Shouting through the beat of the DJ's song, you smiled groggily at your friend, Yachi, who was now drunk and a mess while dancing beside you. You raised your glass of Mojito and shouted to hype the crowd who also shouted back. You put all your last remaining energy on dancing with a smile on your face before pulling Yachi to the couch.

You were not the type to party all night, however, you're not also a goody two shoes all the time. You drink, ok, but not often. Occasionally. You were just here tonight because it was Yachi's birthday and the girls decided to go out and drink. All the former managers of the volleyball club where here, except for Mai since she has some errands to do in their house.

Surprisingly, you all got along because of the boys in the volleyball club. Whenever they have a game together, you often bump on other managers. Saying hi's and hello's here and there. After some small interactions plus the time you've spent during the training camp with each other, you all decided to hang out whenever the teams don't have practice or games. It was kinda hard because the boy's schedule doesn't match with each other that's why it was pretty hard to get you all complete whenever you hang out. And also because some of the girls are quite far from each other.

Nonetheless, you still keep in touch with one another even after graduating highschool. And the fact that most of the girls moved to Tokyo made it quite easy for all of you to gather, hence the party tonight. You smiled at Yukie who was sitting silently on the couch while drinking her Champagne.

"Yo." You tugged Yachi and made her sit beside Runa who looked worried over the messed up girl sitting on her side. You sat adjacent Hana and slumped on the couch, the alcohol taking it's effect on your body already.

"Is she okay?" Runa looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded at her direction and raised an arm over your eyes to block the blinding lights. You turned towards Kiyoko when you felt her nudge your side. Handing you a glass of water, she smiled at you before turning towards Yachi to help her sit up straight.

"What the heck, she's freaking wasted," Hana chuckled at Yachi when she almost fell flat on the ground if not for Kiyoko holding her on her shoulders.

"It's like any minute now, she would pass out like Eri there." Kaori laughed while pointing her fingers on Eri who was knocked out on Yukie's side.

"Who wouldn't pass out when you drank a whole ass bottle of wine when you have a low alcohol tolerance. I'm even surprised she managed to finish one bottle before passing out." Yukie chuckled while looking at Eri. You also laughed at her words which you immediately regretted when your head spun.

"Oh come on. Leave the girl alone. It's her day anyway. She deserves to loosen up a bit." You tried to defend Yachi.

"And you are no way far from them too. You look wasted." Hana smirked, clearly not stable now due to redness of her face and the daze look on her eyes. You just rolled your eyes at her and rested your head on the couch.

"Not like you're not drunk either." You fired back before looking at Kiyoko.

"Kiyoko, can I have a glass of water again, please?" The girl immediately filled a glass of water for you and handed it over.

"You shouldn't drink a lot, you know. It's bad for your health." Kiyoko said softly while looking at you, concern and worry etched on her face.

"You too, Hana-chan." Runa lectured Hana which made you laugh out loud making the other tables near yours look at your direction.

"You heard that, Hana-chan? You're about to pass out too." You grinned at her which made her scoff. She was about to drink the wine on her glass when Kaori stopped her.

"Come on, that's enough for tonight." Kaori handed her a glass of water and forced Hana to drink it while Yukie tried to wake Eri up. Kiyoko also tried to wake Yachi who, fortunately, obliged.

"Are you ok, Y/N-chan?" Runa helped you stand up before placing her palms in front of you.

"Give me your phone so that I could text Kenma-san to pick you up." She motioned you to pick your phone out of your bag. You sloppily fished out your phone from your bag, in which you made a mess from finding your phone. After you handed it to Runa, Yukie pushed Hana towards the exit of the bar while supporting Eri on the other hand. Kiyoko followed after them while carrying Yachi in a bridal style.

"Runa, can you please text Shoyo too? So that he could pick Yachi up. Ryu is on his way here to pick us up but Yukie, Eri, Kaori, you and I could only fit inside the car." Kiyoko looked at Runa before glancing at Yachi. "Shoyo also said to call him when we're done so he could take care of Yachi after." Runa smiled at her and nodded.

"Ok!" Runa turned towards you and asked, "Y/N-chan, can I use your phone to text Hinata-san too? My phone is kinda dead." She chuckled shyly while scratching her cheek. You nodded at her before closing your eyes and following the other girls outside the bar. When you stepped outside, the cold breeze of the night made you freeze up. Tanaka was also in the parking lot already. Yukie was helping Ryu to put Eri inside the car while Yachi was leaning on Kiyoko's shoulders. Hana was now crouching beside the plant just beside the car while vomiting. You just chuckled at her and covered your exposed shoulders from the freezing cold.

"You ok, Y/N-chan?" Runa spoke behind you which made you almost jump in surprise.

"Geez, Runa. Don't scare me like that." You pouted at her. She chuckled and scratched the back of her head.

"Sorry, sorry, Y/N-chan. I'm sorry for scaring you. Anyways, here's your phone. I already texted Kenma-san and Hinata-san already." She smiled at you before looking at Kiyoko.

"Kiyoko-chan, are we already going home?" Kiyoko looked at her and nodded. "Yes, we just have to wait for Hana to sober up and to also wait for Shoyo and Kenma to arrive." Minutes have passed when you heard the familiar honk of Kenma's car followed by Shoyo's. You smiled at him when he stopped right now in front of you. Kenma was greeted by your flustered and red face when he got off from the car. He walked towards you while greeting the others. When he was already in front of you, he immediately crouched since he was taller then you before kissing you on your forehead. You immediately encircled your arms around his neck which made the corner of his lips rose up.

"Hi~" You smiled sheepishly at him while he just stared at you, amusement dancing on his cat-like golden eyes which made you fall in love back in the days.

"Good evening, Y/N-chan!" You looked over Hinata who was waving at you, Yachi on his arms while the girl who was now awake clung on him which made you chuckle. You just waved at him and returned your attention to your husband, Kenma. You couldn't believe that this guy married you. It even felt like a dream when you two got married 3 years ago.

"You looked wasted." His husky voice blessed your ears, making you blush even more. Hearing his voice made your core heat up which confused you at first. But you decided to shrug it off since this was Kenma we're talking about. Of course he could make you wet just by his voice.

"You drunk a lot again, hmm?" He grinned at you a little which made you chuckle a bit. You shook your head at him in a child-like manner, your lips puckered out as you pouted.

"No~ I drank just a little. Like this. This little." You even pinched your thumb and forefinger together to let him see that you only drank a little.

"Don't listen to her, Kenma-kun. She drank a whole ass bottle of Mojito and a Whiskey." Hana who were now sobered up chuckled at you. You only stuck your tongue out on her.

"Says the one who vomited for 10 minutes on the poor plants." Hana just chuckled at you before waving her hands on your direction.

"Bye, we'll be heading out now. Take care!" Was her last words before she went inside the backseat of Ryu's car. Kiyoko waved at you and smiled which you answered also.

"Yo, Kenma! We'll be going now, ok? Drive safely!" Ryu smiled at Kenma which Kenma answered by nodding his head, a small smile plastered on his face while you buried your face on his chest, his scent filling your nostrils which made you purred a little. Kenma chuckled a little at your action and answered Ryu.

"Yeah, you too. Drive safely."

"Kenma! We'll be going too! Bye!" Hinata shouted while smiling at Kenma.

"Yeah, we're going now too. Also, don't forget our meeting this Tuesday." Kenma reminded Hinata. The oranged head nodded at Kenma's direction and gave him a thumbs up.

"Yup! I won't! I'll also remind Kageyama and Iwaizumi-kun tomorrow!" Kenma nodded at him before pulling you towards the shotgun seat and putting on your seat belt. You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his lips which made him chuckle once again. He turned around towards the driver seat before opening the car's door and seating inside while putting on his seat belt. When he started the car, Hinata and Ryu also started theirs before the three of them drove out of the parking lot at the same time. As Kenma drove in the highway, you turned the music player on, the song Marvin Gaye by Charlie Puth ft. Meghan Trainor blasted on the speakers.

"You know, you shouldn't drink too much, Kitten." Kenma softly spoke at you. You just pouted at him and glanced at his side profile.

How handsome.

"I told you, I only drank a little. You know? Just a little." Kenma just chuckled at you and continued driving. Your eyebrows furrowed when he stopped in front of the drive-thru of McDonalds and ordered a bottle of water and a burger. The cashier girl nearly dropped the money Kenma gave to her out of shock. Well, who wouldn’t? The famous youtuber and model was in front of you, namely Kozume Kenma. If you were on her shoes, you would faint.

“Here.” Kenma handed you the bottle of water when he parked at the empty parking lot. You took the water bottle from him and drank, bottoms up. Shaking his head at you, he handed you the burger after peeling the plastic. While eating the burger on your hands, you leaned towards Kenma and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You smiled cheekily at him and murmured a small ‘thank you’. He smiled at you softly and whispered a small ‘welcome’ too before kissing you. You can’t help but unlock your seatbelt and move to sit on his lap and encircled your arms around his neck. His hands grabbed your waist and held you firmly in place. The kiss lasted for a few minutes before you both have to pull away to catch your breath, a thin line of drool connecting both of your lips. You stared dazed at Kenma’s golden orbs, lust and hunger for him evident on yours.

“Kenma, I want you...” You whispered at him, your words turning to a whine as you played the small hair on his nape.

“But you’re drunk, Y/N. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” You kissed your cheek making you groan at him. Shaking your head, you pouted at him, a habit you earned since the day you two started dating.

“No, I’m not. I’ve sobered up already.” You whined at him, your eyes pleading at his own.

"And we're already married. What's wrong with that? It's your duty as my husband to take care of me." You chuckled at your words and leaned your forehead on his. You shifted your hips until you're core aligned with his crotch. A sly grin appeared on your lips as you stared at Kenma's eyes. Even if he deny it, he can't hide the lust in his eyes as he stared at you, waiting for your next move. You bucked your hips slowly, earning a moan from your lips as the pleasure of his crotch pressed on your core made you shiver. Kenma's head fall forward unto the crook of your neck, his breathing becoming ragged as you bucked your hips once more. His breath fanning your neck made you shiver. Kenma started groaning at your shoulder blades, pressing small kisses and nipping at the skin from time to time, making you mewl. As you dry humped him, your moans grew louder as the pleasure formed a knot on your stomach. You feared that someone might hear you, but the parking lot was empty and Kenma's car was heavily tinted so you pushed that thought away and continued pleasuring the both of you.

"Kenma..." You whispered at his ear softly but he doesn't react to you. You only heard a grunt from him and his breath became even heaver.

"K-kenma, babe...l-ook at me." Your voice shook as your orgasm neared you, the knot on your stomach slowly untying. When Kenma didn't answer you, you bit his earlobe and fastened your pace, earning a growl from him as he bit on your shoulder blade.

"Kenma, I s-said look at-ohh..me" You whimpered when a single hump sent thousands of bolts down to your core. As you fastened your pace even more to chase your orgasm, Kenma's head fall back unto his seat, his face flushed and red as he groaned, his tongue lolling out from his sinful lips.

"Y-Y/N..." Kenma moaned and stared at your eyes, lust overflowing in them.

"K-kenma-ohh! S-so...close.." You moaned as your orgasm slowly came. As Kenma looked closely at your beautiful flushed face, he leaned towards your ear, his breath making your ears tingle.

"Come." One word from him was all it took for you to became a moaning mess above him, your orgasm washing over you. He kissed your lips to muffle your moans out and grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him. When you both came down from your high, Kenma placed his forehead on your shoulder blades, clearly embarrassed. You just chuckled and stared at Kenma, your eyes starting to close due to sleepyness.

"Kenma...Sleepy..." You yawned and buried your head on his neck, pressing sloopy kisses. "Ok, ok. Just go back to your seat so we can go home."

"Don't wanna." You shook your head while your eyes were still closed. "Kenma smells so good. So good..." You inhaled his scent, nuzzling your face on his neck. You heared Kenma sigh before combing your head.

"Alright, rest for a while."

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

Rating: G

Summary: XY tries to steal Luka's non-existent gym badges.  Instead, they both end up making a new friend.  (For @luxyweek day 3: Pokemon)

Word Count: 2071

XXX

Luka woke up to a stranger rummaging in his bag.

He should’ve known better than to fall asleep in the Pokémon Center, especially in a city as big as Lumiose.  Exhaustion after a late concert was no excuse to be careless.  Even if crime was rarer after the takedown of Team Flare, there were still unorganized thieves around.

Like this idiot who thought Luka was an easy target.

“C’mon, he’s gotta have at least one…” The idiot was mumbling.

Without opening his eyes, Luka slowly moved his hand to his pocket.  He pulled out the one pokéball he had on him.

“Who the heck carries so many metronome items…?” 

While the thief was distracted, Luka pressed the button on his pokéball.  One click, and his Loudred burst free.

“GWAHHHH!!!”  She boomed, and the thief jumped back with a shriek.

“Wh-h-hey!” he stammered.  Luka finally got a good look at him.  Tall blonde hair, tacky outfit—was this some remixed Team Flare grunt after all?  He was wearing purple rather than red, though.

“That’s an, uh, nice dude you got there.”  He eyed Luka’s Loudred dubiously.

“Symphony is a girl.”  He scratched her behind the ear, and she made a low rumble.

“Uh.  Nice babe then.”

Luka snorted.  Why had this thief bothered to stick around?  He thought he’d have run off by now.  Luka really hoped he wasn’t going to have to battle.  Symphony had worked hard enough tonight.

“Why were you looking through my bag?”

“Pshaw, I wasn’t doing that.  Besides, you don’t have anything useful.”

Wow.  This guy really was an idiot.  The Team Flare grunts were never too smart, either.  Just a bunch of kids who got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Well, Luka was no trainer like the ones who’d busted them up last year.  But maybe he could keep one kid from following down that road.

“What do you count as useful?”  Luka asked.  “Money?  Items?  Pokémon?”

“Maybe Pokémon would be useful, if they’d stop being haters and listen to me.”  The guy crossed his arms and pouted.

“...So you’re not a trainer?”  Luka glanced around the Pokémon Center.  Everyone else was very determined to mind their own business.  Not that Luka needed their help to deal with a guy who couldn’t even use his own Pokémon, but still.  Someone could’ve tried.

“I’m going to be a trainer.  Just as soon as I steal a badge and get this Zorro dude to listen to me.”

Luka raised an eyebrow.  “Zorro dude?”

“Yeah.  Dark type?  Sick red ponytail?  Likes to copy me and make me look stupid?”

He sat up straighter.  “You have a Zoroark?”

That Pokémon was rare enough to border on legendary.  They didn’t even live in the Kalos region.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”  The guy looked at Luka like he was stupid.

“How did you catch a Zoroark if it won’t even listen to you?”

“Dad gave ‘im to me.  He wants me to get famous here, but it’s harder to fake battles than I thought.”  He sighed dramatically and sunk to the seat next to Luka.

Clearly the ‘get famous’ plan wasn’t working.  Luka had no idea who he was.  At least he was pretty sure he wasn’t a Team Flare grunt, though.

“And you’re telling me this… after trying to rob me… why…?”

“Cause you asked.”

Luka blinked.  “Touché.”

He gave Symphony one last pat, then returned her to her pokéball.

“Traded Pokémon won’t listen to you without badges,” he told the would-be thief.  “And I don’t have any of those, if that’s what you were looking for.”

“Really?  But you look—”  The guy gestured to all of him.  “Y’know.  Cool.  Tough.”

“Thanks? I guess?  I’m just a musician, though.”  He patted his guitar next to him.  It was pretty telling that this guy hadn’t tried to steal that.  “I only battle if I have to.”

“Huh.  Well that’s pretty cool too, I guess.”  The guy shrugged.  “I did Pokémon Contests in Hoenn for a while.  Before I got banned for using holograms.”

Luka raised an eyebrow.  “Any other international crimes you want to confess to?”

“Crashed my boat into a herd of Luvdisc in Alola.  But that was an accident.  How was I supposed to know they were endangered?”

“I was being sarcastic, man.”  Luka shook his head.  “Nevermind.  Come on.”

He stood and hoisted his guitar over his shoulder.

“Huh?  Where are we going?”  The guy trotted after him.

“To catch you a Pokémon.  Before you get yourself kicked out of another country.”

XXX

The stranger’s name was XY.  It stood for Xavier-Yves.  It didn’t sound like an Unovan name, but that was still the least weird thing about the guy.  Maybe that was just a pseudonym.  He probably needed one after all of his criminal acts, accidental or not.

“Alright, XY.”  Luka stood knee-deep in the grass of Route 4.  “You’re going to be borrowing Symphony for this.  Borrowing.  If you run off with her, she’ll suplex you into the ground.”

XY eyed the Loudred next to him.  Sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Got it, Mr. Couffaine.”

“Just Luka is fine.”  He sighed.  This was such a weird way to be spending the night after a concert, but it was still better than going home.

“Got it, Mr. Luka.”

Close enough.

“Alright, now follow me into the grass.”

“I can’t do that!  That’s where the Pokémon are!”

Luka rolled his eyes.  “That’s the point.  You’re going to catch one.”

“I thought you were going to catch me one.  Because you’re cool and sexy like that.”

“Flattery’s not getting you out of this.”  Luka grabbed his wrist and tugged him into the grass, Symphony following behind them.

XY squealed again.  “But what if they eat me!”

“We’re on Route 4, dude.  The biggest Pokémon out here is a Skitty.”

“...Those things eat meat, right?”

“No.”  Even if they did, they would probably know better than to eat XY.  They didn’t know where he’d been.

“If I die, you’re paying for my funeral,” XY grumbled, even though he’d already gone off on four tangents about how rich his dad was.  Luka didn’t even bother responding.

Suddenly XY screamed again.  A few Fletching flew out of the red flower patch.  At this rate, they’d never catch anything.

“What is it this ti—oh.”  Luka blinked down at the tiny Pokémon clinging to XY’s ankle.  “It’s just a Flabébé.”

The little girl seemed to have mistaken XY’s socks for a flower.  She was shuddering, cowering against the fabric even as XY tried to shake her off.

“Dude, cut it out.”  Luka gripped him by the shoulders.  “This is perfect.  She already likes you.”

“Y-you think so?”  XY set his foot back on the ground.  The Flabébé tentatively looked up.

“You might not even need Symphony to weaken her.  Here.”  Luka took out a pokéball, but hesitated to hand it over.  “Are you going to take good care of her if I give you this?”

“What gives, man?”  XY snatched the ball.  “You were gonna teach me about catching Pokémon, not about, like, parenting stuff.”

Luka hadn’t thought this through enough before seeing the little Flabébé.  He couldn’t in good conscience condemn her to a life with XY without knowing that he would treat her right.

“Are you staying in Lumiose?  I live at the edge of the city.  I could come check on her.  Just to make sure she’s not giving you too much trouble.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna want joint custody.”  XY smirked.  “But sure, whatever.  Can’t complain if you want to do half my work for me.”

He knelt down and tapped the Flabébé on her head.

“You are just a little thing, aren’t you?”  He let out a nasal laugh.  “How do you feel about me being your new dad?”

“Please don’t say it like that.”  Luka groaned.

The Flabébé fluttered into XY’s palm and nudged the pokéball.  Wow.  She must really have no standards.

“Sorry.  Me and Lu are gonna be your new dads.”  XY grinned.

“Aaaand that’s even worse.”

The Flabébé looked at Luka.  He looked at her.  She looked at him.  He looked at her.

“...I’m not being your other dad.”

Symphony blasted out a honk of laughter.  He glared at her.

“Don’t make me put you back in the pokéball.”

She just smiled innocently.

“Okay, okay.  Shut up.  We’re doing this.”  XY took a deep breath and pressed the button on the pokéball with his thumb.  It split open, sucking the Flabébé into its light.

The ball glowed red while rocking back and forth.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.

Then it went still.

“I—I did it?”  XY stared at the ball in his palm.  Luka swore there was wonder in his eyes.

Hopefully this hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

“You did it.”  Luka clapped him on the shoulder.  “Why don’t you let her out now?  She should get used to you before you take her home.”

After fumbling for a moment, XY popped the ball open.  The Flabébé flashed back out and hovered in the air.  She quickly zipped down and plucked a red flower, hugging it close.

“Aww, our first date and she’s already giving me flowers.”  XY laughed.

“It’s not for you.  Flabébé has to keep one close for protection.”

“Ah. Like a comfort blanket.”  XY nodded sagely.  “That’s okay!  I’ll pick my own flower.  Then we can match!”

He snatched up another red bloom, then tucked it behind his ear.

Luka was surprised to find himself smiling.  Who would’ve thought XY could actually be cute?  When he wasn’t trying to steal Luka’s non-existent gym badges, anyway.

“Are you going to name her?”  He asked to keep his thoughts away from that tangent.

“Huh?  Oh.  Uh… hmm.”  XY’s brow furrowed.  He stared at the Flabébé, who had fluttered back into his palm.  “You can’t tell me your name, can you?”

She let out a tiny squeak.  

“Hmm.  Yeah.  I feel that.”  He nodded.  “How about Cheeto?”

“Cheeto?”  Luka burst before he could think better of it.  Who named their Pokémon Cheeto?  

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s got that yellow dust all over her.”  XY rubbed a tiny bit of it off with his fingertip.  Flabébé almost seemed to purr.

“You mean… pollen?”

XY raised an eyebrow.  “Ew, gross.  What kind of name is Pollen?  Sounds like Pole-men.  And she’s a girl.”

Luka wanted to smack his forehead.  Symphony gave him a sympathetic pat.

“Well.  Have fun with Cheeto, I guess.”  He sighed.  “I’m going to go get some sleep.  You’ve got my Holo Caster number.”

“Wait!”  XY jogged after him, cradling Cheeto close to his chest.  “I didn’t get to say—thanks, man.”

Luka looked back over his shoulder, surprised.  “No problem.  This is better than stealing gym badges, right?”

“A lot better.”  He looked down at his new Pokémon fondly.  “Uh, sorry about that, by the way.  I—I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“Yeah?”  He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah!  I’m gonna—take you to the hotel I’m staying at!  So you don’t look homeless!”  XY grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him back towards the city.

“I literally told you I live in town…?”

“Then why were you sleeping in the Pokémon Center like a hobo?”  XY smirked.  Symphony laughed where she was lumbering after them.

You’ve turned my own Pokémon against me.  Luka scowled.

“Didn’t feel like dealing with my mom,” he said under his breath.  

It was stupid, running away just because he’d finally found out about his dad.  His whole band was here. Including his sister.  Lumiose was a big city, but he couldn’t play guitar for Kitty Section and dodge his parents at the same time.

“Perfect!  There’s no moms allowed in my hotel room!”  XY beamed.

If staying out was stupid, then even considering XY’s offer was downright moronic.  XY had tried to rob him just hours ago.

But the dude was rich.  Luka didn’t have anything else he could want.  And whatever hotel room they ended up in was bound to have a more comfortable couch than the Pokémon Center’s.

“...Alright,” he finally agreed.

XY’s holler of joy could probably be heard in the next route over.

“Sweet!  Bro co-parenting slumber party, here we come!”

Luka let Symphony laugh at him.  He deserved it for ending up in such a ridiculous situation.

But somehow, he felt better anyway.

[boxed-n-bottled-arson]

Fanfic Game

This is a game the dorks played because they were bored. 

Here is how it works: We choose a prompt and write something in five minutes, but only say what the last sentence of what we wrote was. Then, this happens. 

Dork 2: This is extremely crack. We are both terrible. 

Janus goes to therapy

Warnings: Alcohol, depression, swearing 

D1 (Dork 1):

He watched helpless as the door closed behind her. Janus was pushed to put it simply. He decided to try therapy, yet it definitely was not what he expected. Now he sat in his therapists room after he had caused her to leave. This was fantastic. Sighing, he stood up from the somewhat comfortable couch, and walked out of the therapy office. He was glad he hadn't booked those extra appointments he thought about. He opened his car door and sat in the front seat. Taking a long sigh, he slammed his head into  the steering wheel, causing a large honk. He was the only person that would end up in this situation. He had ended arguing with his therapist. "Fuck my life" he murmured to himself. It was a solid four minutes before he ended up, actually starting his car. 

D2 (Dork 2):

The car started and he moved out of the mental asylum parking lot. The streets were empty and he could only hear his car on the road. He ended up seeing a liquor store and decided to get himself some nice fresh alcohol for the ride. His car, shitty as hell takes a few minutes for the car door to finally get open. Other people from the sidelines watch him like he is crazy trying to open his car door. He goes into the store and remembers he forgot his id and decides to just steal alcohol from the store. Glass bottles break and the cashier tries to stop him. Janus runs out of the store, getting back into the car. The car door flies away and Janus drives and drives. He doesn’t care anymore, and he can’t help but love being such a daredevil. He just wishes one day miss Crofter’s would love his sexy smile.

D1:

He just wishes one day Ms.Crofters would love his sexy smile. Maybe that would keep her from leaving his therapy appointment. Besides being extremely pissed, he was also sad. Sad that he, out of all people, caused his therapist, the person that was supposed to help him, leave. Maybe this proved that all his insecurities were correct, maybe putting on a facade was the right thing to do. Maybe acting stronger would be better than acting like he actually is under that shell. He wishes he could show the world that person. The person who just wants to make the world better and brighter for him and his friends. He laughed to himself, a small, hollow, sad laugh. It was ironic that he seemed to have two faces, just like his name. Wow he was pathetic, just like he thought. No one wants to be around him, not his friends, not his therapist, not himself.

D2:

He sits on the edge of the road, questioning his humanity. Was it really the right thing to do? Getting to please everyone around him isn’t helping him. He may be tough and strong, but it isn’t enough. He just wants someone to care for him but nothing ever works. He sips the last drop of his whisky and throws it to the road watching as glass shatters everywhere in the black night. He starts to wander around more, thinking about kites and kittens until he walks back up to miss crofters office. He doesn’t know why he is here, but he is. Janus sees her face again, and miss crofters can obviously tell he isn’t doing too good. Miss crofters can’t help but give him a hug to make the pain go away.

The server Virgil needs

Warnings: swearing, mentioned death, anxiety, food

D2:

It was just for one night. Virgil was not ready to go to this party, but Logan insisted since he needed his daily dose of socialization every once in a while, or all the time. He looks at the front door, preparing himself for what to come and opens the door. Music blasts in his ears, the floor literally vibrating. Virgil does his classic “put hood over head to avoid talking to people”. Then, he decided to go into the next room he saw, where there might not be too many people. The door creaks open to even more noise than before and to shock he actually sees people he knows. Roman, the big boy is hanging from the chandelier, acting like he is flying like a crazy person. He turns over to see Remus the crackhead, trying to shoot him like he is bird. What the fuck is going on???

D1:

Virgil just wanted to go to his friend's house, not have this. Staring at his friends house, Virgil felt his breathing hitch. Why was their loud music and speakers? Why the fuck were there decorations? And why the fuck did he honestly have to be here. Virgil thought about a few way to get out of this situation. He could leave, like honestly just walk back to his house, his mom would be confused but it would be a way out. He die, just curl right there in the grass and suffocate. He could stand in the road in wait for impeanding doom. Maybe find Patton and get hugged to death. Anything but go inside. Wasn't there a neighborhood lake, he could drown in. 

D2:

Wasn’t there a neighborhood lake he could drown in? He leans back in one of the folding chairs and looks up at the stars. Why did he have to be here right now? The smell of fire from the grill fills the outside, and Virgil really wants a taste but he doesn’t feel like talking to anyone else to get it. Logan appears before him and gives him a plate of an assortment of different barbecue type foods, burgers, hot dogs, etc. Virgil, forced to take the plate from Logan decides to start taking bites off his food. 

“I can’t let you sit here and starve Virgil,” Logan says, staring to eat off his own plate as well. Virgil thanks the heavens that Logan is able to be his server tonight. 

D1:

Virgil thanks the heavens Logan was able to be his server tonight. Logan sat next Virgil on the grass. The sun was just starting to set. The Ray's washing over both of them. Virgil really wasn't interested in the food. He was just enjoying the sunset, and his friends presence. It was a weird day, not normal really at all, but hey it ended alright. That's all that mattered, right? 

S’mores prank

Warnings: food, fire, briefly mentioned bugs, swearing

D1:

The fire was getting closer. Virgil hissed at the large orange flames in the fire pit, not enjoying how warm they made him while he was already wearing a hoodie. "Virge, that's not gonna make them go away," Patton said before shoving another marshmallow in his mouth. "Patton, we conquered those marshmallows for s'mores. If you eat all of them we won't be able to make s’mores." Logan said from his seat on a log next to Roman. "Come on Lo stop being a sorry sport, we can always conquer more!" Roman said, throwing a marshmallow into the flames. The sides had decided to go camping in the mind palace, well Roman decided he wanted to go camping and dragged them along. And Virgil was hating every second of it. He had to sleep on the ground, in a clostraphoic tent, and was surrounded by bugs. This was a shit situation for the emo side, and he was gonna make it hell for Roman.

D2:

Virgil started to work on his new deviant plan, ready to get at Roman. Roman has been pranking him for all these years and this time he is going to pay for it with good old sweet karma. He goes over and starts messing with the s’mores, putting his own ‘special’ ingredients to the mix. Some nice laxatives, and oh boy was this gonna be fun watching Roman suffer. Roman is laughing as the fire grew bigger, asking for a nice treat to have with the fire. Virgil couldn’t help but smile at what was about to happen next.

D1:

Virgil couldn't help but smile at what was about to happen next. Everything was about to fall in place, a perfect picture plan, Roman would never cross Virgil like this again. "Ahh, I'm gonna turn in for the night guys." Patton exclaimed with a yawn. "Padre, you're gonna go to sleep this early? Come on you should stay," Roman said. Logan stood up, "actually Patton is right, we can continue this 'bonding exercise' tomorrow, we should all go to sleep so Thomas can be in top conditions tomorrow." Logan and Patton then started walking to their tents. "Well Emo nightmare, we should go to sleep then, God knows you won't get it though," Roman said standing. "Wait!" Virgil yelled, the other sides turning to see why he just screamed. 

D2:

He didn’t want Patton or anyone else to get hurt, only Roman because Roman is a piece of shit. 

“Don’t eat those.” Virgil tells Logan and Patton. 

Patton looks gloomy, wanting a satisfying taste of s’mores. 

Patton looks back at Virgil, upset. “Why can’t we? Roman is shoving those into his face right now.” 

Virgil knows they won’t listen if he tells them what is really going on. 

“I may have... uh...” Virgil can’t help but feel guilty, but his plan has already worked. Roman is shoving the s’mores into his face right now. 

“I put laxatives into the s’mores...” 

Guns and sushi

Warnings: Guns, food, Remus, knives, dead bodies, people tied up, blood, fist fighting, theft

D2:

Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind, but with a gun against his head. “Buttt whyyyy???? I just want to play with some of the dead bodies out in the back!!!” Remus says with a bratty tone. He seems really upset, and Patton can’t help but feel disgusted. How the heck did he get here, with Janus and Remus?! He tries to get his way through the ropes but nothing works. This is Janus’ and Remus’ specialty. He may know Janus a little bit more now, but this is really the only way to get Remus to stop acting like a lunatic. Remus breaks open from his own handcuffs after being at gunpoint from yours truly, Janus. Janus puts the gun down and turns over to look at Patton, and Remus can’t help but giggle from the sidelines.

D1:

"What are we gonna do now?" Patton sighed. "I honestly don't have a clue." Janus looked at Remus for a second before looking back at Patton, "we could leave him here and just leave, get some food, oh maybe Chinese?" Patton thought about it for a second, "fine, but make it Sushi. It could care less for Chinese right now." Janus nodded and the two walked out the door of the grimy warehouse. Just before they both got in the car though, Patton tugged open a window. "Come one we can't leave him locked in there!" Janus sighed, "fine, but get in, I'm hungry."

D2:

Remus slips a certain something from under his shoe and in such a way Janus would never notice. It was a pocket knife. Janus and Remus walk away from the large cage, leaving Patton alone, in complete darkness and he could barely see anything. Guess they weren’t going to stay after all. Patton gets the knife in his hands tied around his back and starts cutting. They are very thick ropes, but at this point he just wants to get home and see everyone again. He manages to cut and he is released. Patton is happy that Remus left the cage door open, but what are really his intentions? Remus doesn’t do these types of favors without any motive behind it. 

D1:

 Remus invaded the kitchen like a warrior on a battlefield. He was here to make sure Patton got the noodles he wanted, and Remus might treat himself as well. The chefs and servers were all confused, telling him to leave and get out of the kitchen. Remus smiled, Patton was gonna get his noodles. It's safe to say no one left that kitchen without a bloody nose. Remus had really taken a beating to everyone there. Once everyone was out cold though, Remus snooped around the kitchen before seeing it. On top of the stove, was a large pot of noodles, exactly what Patton wanted. Grabbing the pot, and something else Remus ran back to the main restaurant, and to the side of a disappointed Remus and Patton. "So you robbed the place of there noodles and ice cream?" Janus asked. "Yup!" Remus exclaimed, licking a popsicle. 

“Do you love me?”

Warnings: sexual intentions, kissing

D1:

The footsteps were moving away. Roman let out a heavy sigh. They couldn't be caught, not now. They had been doing this for weeks but still every sound made them pause, every foot step made them step away from each other, and every word that wasn't one of there’s ruined the mood. It was upsetting but the safest thing to do, if they were caught...it would never happen again. It was a strange idea, logic and creativity being together. Wanting each other. Not feeling complete without one another. But they did. So when the lights turned off, and the others went to sleep, Roman sneaked in,to Logan's room to feel complete. To have his other half. "We can't keep doing this," Logan said. Roman sighed, it was true. It was painful every time a kiss was broken by footsteps. "Than what do we do?" He asked. "Tell them," Logan said. "Lo, we can't, they won't" Logan brought up a hand to cup Roman's cheek. 

 D2:

“Ooh? Wow Logan I didn’t know you liked this type of thing.” Roman places his hands around Logan’s waist. 

“Well, passionate kissing can burn between 2 and 26 calories a minute, and also can reduce stress. This can be extremely beneficial to both of our health.” 

Roman looks at Logan almost like his face is trying to make a sigh but he can’t. 

“Ugh please don’t start Logan.” 

To get Logan to not talk anymore, he pushes him up against the wall, Roman presses his lips against Logan’s. Logan, wanting to talk more about health benefits finally decides to give in, letting the kisses get more passionate than before. Eventually, Roman decides to slip his hand between Logan’s thighs.

D1:

"Roman we can't-" "Logan you love me." Logan looked at Roman wide eyed. Logan wasn't good with emotions, but he knew love was strong. It wasn't a word you threw around, you had to be certain. And Logan didn't know how to Express what he had with Roman. It was strong, yet fragile. It made him feel confident. And he wanted more moments with Roman. Hell, he wanted every moment to be with Roman. Log a finally broke the silence, "do you love me?" Roman paused for the smallest of seconds, "yes." Logan pushed Roman away from him "Then tell them, about us. I can't handle keeping this a secret Roman, we need to tell them." 

D2:

Roman looks down at the ground, trying to find an excuse but can’t manage to make one. 

“Why do relationships need to be so hard???” Roman more upset than ever, holds Logan close. 

“All we need to do is tell them. I mean think about it, we all know Patton and Virgil are a thing.” Logan says. 

“Wait, what?! How couldn’t you tell me this info sooner?!” 

Logan, realizing his clothes are a lot more of a mess than before. 

“Roman, do you have some missing brain cells or are you just clueless?” Roman totally offended snaps back.

“I’m not oblivious! At least I’m not the one reciting lines from the last article you read about kissing! Don’t tell me that isn’t odd!” 

Logan can’t help but feel embarrassed. 

A soulmate AU?

Warnings: Food, condoms

D1:

He couldn't believe it. Was it really him? Roman stared across the small library at the man behind the counter. He was tall, with brown hair and glasses, along with wearing a tie and dress shirt. On his neck was a simple tattoo, taking the form of a dragon sitting atop a pile of books. The same tattoo that Roman had on his left hip. He couldn't believe, Roman was staring at his soulmate. All his life he had dreamed of meeting his soulmate. Someone who was perfect for him in every way, someone to love him every second. And now he was a few isles away from them. What was he supposed to do? Run up and randomly kiss them? No that would be weird. 

D2:

Logan walked over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a book. Roman couldn’t get the courage to do it. On his way to one of the tables to get a close look at Logan, he sees something under the table. 

“What the...” Roman mumbles. 

A lady behind him notices as well, and screeches.

“IS THAT A USED CONDOM?!” The lady runs away and Roman looks at it in horror. Logan turns over and walks over to Roman, startled when he looks under the table like everyone else in the room. People start discussing what to do with it while Roman and Logan stare intensely at the used condom. 

“Disgusting... in a public library...” Logan says. 

D1:

 "That's… gross," Roman said, before his eyes trailed back to Logan. "Um, I actually came over here to ask you something." Logan looked at Roman curious, "and what would that be?" Roman took a second to try to form a response, just screaming out 'I'm your soulmate' would probably confuse him, and he honestly wanted this first meeting to go well. "Here, showing you would be better," with that Roman took his shirt off, turning so that Logan could see his left side. Logan, who at first was very confused, stared at the large dragon tattoo on Roman's side. Roman turned back around to look at Logan. "Seems we might be soulmates."

D2:

“Roman. Let’s go somewhere together.” Logan takes Romans’ hand and leaves the library. Roman can’t help but blush when Logan holds his hand like this. Then, Logan stops suddenly. They both look up to see the most beautiful thing in the world, the greatest ice cream shop that sells beans with ice cream and other things. Logan and Roman run towards the ice cream shop, skipping along the way there. 

“Let’s get some ice cream with beans,” Logan says, “they help oxygen flow through your body.” Logan keeps pulling Roman towards the ice cream shop and they enter. 

“You look like two happy donkays if I do say so myself,” the cashier says. “What would you donkays like to get today?” 

“Oooh oooh can I get some BEANS?!” Roman yells. 

“Sure thing donkay! All the donkays get bean ice cream today!” 

The donkays scream yay at getting the taste of some nice bean ice cream.

Patton’s secret

Warnings: Alcohol, implied sexual content, swearing, Remus, first fighting, injuries

D2:

He sat him down and held him close before telling him the horrible news.

“Patton, I—“ Virgil is shushed. 

“Shh, I’m enjoying this moment between us together.” Patton holds Virgil tighter.

“I feel like there is something I don’t know about...” Virgil stops looking at Patton, extremely angstily. “Patton, please tell me what is going on, I need to know.” 

“I don’t know if I should tell you, it is really bad...” Patton whispers. 

“It’s okay, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Virgil shows a smile, and the only smile he has given all night. 

“I—“ Patton stops himself from speaking, he can’t bring himself to say it. 

“Please, I love you so much Patton and I care about you.” 

Patton sighs. “I’m pregnant.”

“W-what?! How the heck are you pregnant?” Virgil yells. 

D1:

"Wha- what how the heck are you pregnant?" Virgil yells. Patton winced at the sound, no this isn't what he wanted he really didn't want Virgil angry. "I-I'm sorry Virge, I was drunk and not thinking, please I love you I promise!" Virgil was shocked how the fuck was he suppose to deal with this?! He was very aware Patton was trans, but they weren't at a comfortable point in their relationship to do anything. They had only been together for a month or two. "Pat, I-I…" Virgil didn't know what to say. Was he ready to be a father? We Patton ready to be a father? He could feel his breathing quicken, the world seemed to blur. "Virge? Virge, breathe for me please." "Y-you cheated on me and got pregnant?!" 

D2:

“How could you just have a one night stand with some random person?! Do you even care?!” Virgil stands his ground, flaming with rage. 

“I’m done and we are OVER. There is no excuse!” Virgil leaves the room to find a way to release the steam. Why did Patton do this to him? He runs outside and sits against the wall, and he can’t help but cry.

He hears footsteps expecting Patton, but it turns out to be a familiar face. 

“Remus...” 

Virgil gets up and backs slightly away. 

“Hey there Vergy! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Must say that was quite a show in there.” Remus giggles at the drama and entertainment. 

“You have something to do with this, don’t you Remus?” Virgil says.

D1:

"You have something to do with, don't you Remus." Virgil said. Remus looked offended "Virgil, drawing random conclusions-" "BULLSHIT!" Virgil yelled. "You can fucking stop the act, you fucked Patton, without protection and this kid is yours!" Remus smirked, sickly sweet, "you say it like he didn't consent." Virgil stared at him, pissed. "You fucking knew me and Patton were in a relationship you sick fuck!" With that the first punch was thrown. Remus looked startled, holding his now very bruised jaw. "It's not all my fucking fault!" Remus said hitting back. 

The fight didn't last long, though it ended with both of them majorly bruised. Remus had left, bruised and hurt, leaving a very confused Virgil standing alone on the sidewalk.

[sweets-fanfics]

Honeymoon [RE] 3

Title: Party time

Wordcount: 2413

warnings: meh

Tags: *cricket sounds*

________________

7 Years ago

“Go on a date with me Rogers.” You smiled at him across the kitchen counter. He was doing the dishes which were actually really fun to watch because he kept spraying himself with the backsplash whenever he tried to rinse the spoons off. Also, a muscled guy with a towel on his shoulder and his sleeves rolled up was funny too.

Steve chuckled, “I think I’m a bit old for you don’t you think?”

“Oh come on.” You pouted.

“What about your brother?” Steve looked up at you and turned the water off.

“What about him?”

“Is he going to be okay with it?” 

You perked up and smiled, “Are you saying yes?”

He took a long sigh and smiled. “It looks like I am.”

Present

“Y/N.” Wade bumped your shoulder and made you look up. He had placed a small glass of champagne in your hand. When? You didn’t remember you had just kept spacing out since you two had arrived at the party. You hadn’t seen Tony yet which was a good sign and bad sign. “Aren’t you here to give me moral support not the other way around?”

“I apologize. I’m not feeling a hundred percent.”

“Well get drunk and feel better. Unless you are underage and I was right the entire time.”

“I’m over 21.” You said sipping your champagne. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll figure out your secret one day.” You rolled your eyes and turned around coming face to face with Rohdey from across the room. 

The two of you locked eyes with each other silently. You shook your head no. He nodded yes. You shook your head no again and put a finger up to your lips.

“You see someone you know?” Wade asked as he ate some shrimp snack thing.

“Huh?” You looked at him. “No, I thought I did.” You looked back to Rhodey only to see he was no missing. Shit. “I’m going to find a bathroom.”

Wade started to say something but people came up and started talking to him so you used that as your cue to walk off. You tried to pretend you didn’t know where the bathroom was. That was very difficult.

You didn’t even get to the bathroom because two strong arms grabbed you on each side and led you to another room. As the door shut behind you the two guys grips didn’t loosen even when you saw Tony’s back to you. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’ve been looking for you.” Tony turned and smiled. 

You smiled back sweetly and shocked the two hands holding you. You looked back at Rhodey and Vision, “Hi Tony. How are you?”

“Let’s keep the powers to a minimum,” Tony said sitting down at his desk.

“I won’t do anything. I would appreciate it if you didn’t blow my cover. I’m on a mission.”

“Still working I see.” 

“Gotta pay off the wedding I had.”

“Married?” Tony nodded. “Rogers I take it.”

“Y/N Rogers.” You said proudly.

“Congrats. Get out of my tower.”

“I’m on a miss-” Your phone went off making you look down at it. “Sorry, give me a second.” You pressed the answer. “Honey, What’s wrong?”

“Honey?” A voice said.

“Uh, who’s this?” You asked.

“Depends on who this is?” The voice asked.

“This is Y/N, his wife.”

“You married him?” The voice was now more recognizable.

“Bruce?” Tony shot up in his chair. “Where have you been? Why do you have Steve’s phone?”

“Can you pick me up and then we can talk?”

You peaked over your shoulder at Tony as Bruce told you where he was. “I’ll be right there.” You hung up and froze Tony’s feet to the floor. “Stay here.” 

4 years ago

Steve placed the bowl of ice cream in front of me. He smiled at you and sat next to you on the couch. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks for walking to the store for me.” He rubbed your leg, “I could have gone.”

“No. A twisted ankle needs to stay elevated.”

There was a knock at your apartment door. “It’s unlocked come in.”

Bruce opened the door and Steve’s hand instantly left your leg. “Oh shit. Tony wasn’t lying.” He placed his stuff down and walked up to you. “What happened?”

You looked at Steve. “She tripped.” Steve answered.

“On what?”

“The Shield.” 

Bruce looked at you. “How?”

“I tried to throw it and when I went to look for it I tripped on it.” You smiled. 

Bruce sighed and put his hand on your head. “Well at least you weren’t actually training to fight.” He looked at you and Steve and saw you two grinning like you were hiding something. “I have told both of you multiple times…” 

“I know.” You sighed.

“No more training.” 

Present

You pulled up to an old run-down gas station somewhere outside of New York. You had told Wade there was a family emergency which wasn't a lie, you just left out the part that your older brother has serious anger issues and turns green. 

You looked at the anxious-looking scientist sitting on the bus seat. He looked scared and tired. 

You rolled the window down and honked the horn. Bruce jumped a bit but then got up and got in the car. 

He looked at you silently as you sat in your chair fiddling with the radio until you found the fifties channel. “I sent you an invite. The first one actually. But it just got sent back every time I tried another address.” 

Bruce sighed and looked at you. “It's a long story. But I was in Asgard.”

“With Thor?” 

“As I said, it's a long story for another time. I'm sorry I missed your wedding. Let me guess you played oldies.”

“It is my favorite type of music, and mainly the only music Steve likes. My dress was white with soft lavender accents.” 

“Sounds very pretty.”

You both smiled at each other. “So, why do you have Steve’s phone?”

“I stayed at a motel last night and when I went to check out the receptionist said someone dropped it off for me.” While he spoke you turned the ignition back on and started for your apartment. 

“Then why doesn't my husband have his phone?” 

“I have to talk to all of you about something important.” Bruce said looking around worried, “It’s a matter of life and death.”

You sigh, still not really understanding, “Everything is now days.”

---

You almost couldn't unlock the door because you were so nervous. Once you finally got it open you ran inside. “Steve!” You could hear the shower going which made you relax a little bit but you still wanted to be sure. 

You slowly crept into the bathroom being sure that if it wasn't Steve you would take them down. Once in front of the shower, you pulled back the curtain quickly And made a ball of fire ready to throw. 

“Jesus! Y/N!” Steve jumped.

“Oh, thank god. You're okay.” You took a long breath completely forgetting he was naked. 

“Uh Y/N..?” Steve tried to say. 

“Steve, why didn't you have your phone?”

“I misplaced it. You know how I am with all that tech stuff. But Y/N…”

“What?”

“We can talk after… but can I finish my shower?”

Your face turned bright red as you peaked down and realized what was going on. “Shit! I'm sorry!” You pulled the curtain shut. “Hurry up and finish we have company.”

You sat on the couch next to your brother. “Does he walk in on you like that?”

“N-no…. not yet.” You could feel your brother eyeing you. “We are married.”

“I take it by how red your face is, the two of you haven't….”

“Bruce!” 

“Sorry.”

“I mean. We have but only once. I got called on assignment during our honeymoon.”

“Oh, ew I didn't actually want you to tell me.”

“Don't ask then.” 

You heard your bedroom door open. “Bruce?” Steve asked, walking into the room. 

“Rogers. Good to see you. Sorry I've been a little MIA.” The two shook hands.

You pulled Steve’s phone from your bag and handed it to him. “Bruce had this. Said someone dropped it off at the motel he was at.”

Steve looked at it confused and looked at you. “You look nice. I take it you weren't able to change?” You looked down at your form-fitting black dress that went to your knees. 

“No. I got the call while I was getting interrogated by Tony.”

“He interrogated you?” Both asked.

“Yeah, had Vision and Rhodes literally drag me away. So embarrassing. I hope Wade didn't see.”

“I think I missed something important,” Bruce mumbled to himself.

“Did he hurt you?” Steve asked as he looked you over quickly. 

“No, I'm fine.” You looked at your older brother. “You see, there was a bit of a disagreement and we no longer work with Tony, Rhodes, vision, and Nat is taking some leave time.”

Bruce looked at you, “Nat?”

“I'm not sure where she is. She helped Steve and Bucky escape. So I think she's hiding right now.”

“Bucky?” Bruce asked even more confused.

“Steve's childhood friend.”

“He's not the Winter Soldier anymore?”

“It's a really long story.” You and Steve said in unison.

Steve looked at the phone in his hand. “Where did you lose it?” You asked him.

“I placed it on the kitchen table yesterday and when I went back to grab it, it was gone.”

“Someone broke into our house? Just to take a phone?” Steve was scrolling through the phone when he stopped suddenly and he looked very angry.  “What's wrong?” You peaked over his arm and saw a picture of you sleeping on the screen. “Well... that's... creepy.” 

“Y/N, I didn't take this.”

Bruce looked at the photo. “Whoever this is,” you could see him trying to keep his temper under control, “They wanted to show that they can do whatever they want.”

“That's terrifying.” You whispered.

“That's disgusting,” Steve said angrily. “I'm going to call Sam I'll be back.” Steve walked out huffing and puffing. 

You looked at your phone at the time. Three am… “I should call Wanda, maybe she can find something. I still don't really understand all she can do.” 

You could still feel Bruce becoming angrier next to you. You grabbed his hand and smiled at him. “Hey, if I'm not too worried you shouldn't be either.”

“But they were able to get that close to you while you were completely defenseless.” You squeezed your grip on him.

“It's all good.” You sighed, “I'll text her tomorrow. I should get to sleep. I have work in the morning.” You pointed to the couch, “It folds out. I want you to stay here tonight.”

“I don't have a choice do I?” He smiled at you. 

“Nope.” You smirked and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight.”

-----

You were completely happy the next morning. Steve was snuggled up behind you holding you close to him. You completely forgot your brother was there. Heck, you forgot some creepy stalker type person took a sleeping shot of you. It wasn’t until your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating that you knew it was time to get up. 

Still, in the safety of Steve’s arms, you slowly reached for your phone. As you grabbed it Steve pulled you back to him putting you in a bit of an uncomfortable spot but you didn’t really mind. You hit the answer as you moved around so you were facing Steve. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” Wade groaned. 

“Hungover?” You asked poking Steve on the tip of his nose softly. 

“What happened to you last night? You just disappeared. Like magic…”

“Are you still drunk?” Steve, half asleep still, tried to take the phone and hang up. He was not a morning person like everyone thinks Captain America would be.

“A bit, but I’m mostly hungover. But we have work to do?”

“Starting fights with Al or those two X-men is not really considered work.”

“It’s not that kinda work.” He stopped and let out an ugly blech, “It’s like, I’m going to need your sniper thingy, work.”

That woke you up a bit more. “What happened?”

“That group you were telling me about. They sent me this creepy borderline stalker photo of you and some other chicks.” 

You smacked Steve’s chest waking him up, “What other chicks?”

“Uh… I dunno. Chick with short red hair and one looks like that Avenger lady. The one that wears red.”

“Wanda?”

“Sure?”

“Okay, Wade. Suit up I’m going to be there soon just be ready.” You hung up and started dialing another number. You jumped out of bed and went straight for your Avenger outfit slipping it on as the phone rang.

“What?” Clint yelled still asleep. 

“Where’s Wanda? Is she still at your family's farm?”

“Uh duh, Want to talk to her?”

“Just make sure she’s okay.”

You could hear him shuffling down the hall and knocking on her door calling for her. “Uh... She’s not here.” Clint said, sounding worried.

“That’s what I thought. Contact everyone and the director. Then go check on Nat since I know you know where she is.”

“What’s going on?”

“I think Hydra is trying to take us.” You said so Steve wouldn’t hear. “Let’s not freak Steve out. He’s about to have more than enough to worry about.” You walked into the living room to grab your keys. Bruce was sitting on the couch sipping tea. “By the way, tell the team; I’m bringing in the big guy.”

“Good. Good to have him back. We could have used him, back then. Make sure he knows.”

You hung up and started going for the door. “Where are you going?” Bruce asked.

You turned to him and smiled. “Work. I’ll be back around lunch to pick you and Steve up.”

----

You probably only got a couple of blocks when the car stopped. “Damn it. I told Steve we need a new car.”

You got out so you could jump-start the engine. That’s when you were knocked out.

-----

You sat up slowly rubbing the back of your head. “Ow. That’ll leave a bump.”

“Y/N?” Wanda asked softly, “You okay?”

You looked up and saw three other giant clear containers. Inside each of them was one person. One with Wanda, the other with Nat who was still knocked out and the last one shocked you the most. “Bucky?”

[mysamcedesmadness]

So, I Got a Dress

I decided to follow up on the little story “So I Had a Dream.” If you get the time and its not a bother, let a sista know what you think. 😘

Charlotte stepped off of the elevator and rushed to sit next to Ray, “Ray! I have to talk to you!”

He groaned, “Did you straddle Henry in that elevator, young lady?”

She grimaced, “What? NO!” She shook her head, almost so disturbed that she was distracted from her initial point. But then again, oh yeah! “I agreed to go on a date with Henry. A. Date. Ray!” 

Ray smirked and pointed a finger at Schwoz. “It’s time, Schwoz,” he said.

“Time? What’s that mean? It’s time for what?” She asked nervously. 

Schwoz went to the Auto Snacker and ordered, “2 Large Popped Corns, 2 Hotdogs, 2 Sodas and the It’s Time Bubblegum.”

Charlotte looked even more confused, “What the heck is the,” She did the quotation marks with her fingers, “It’s Time” Bubblegum?” Schwoz brought over Ray’s snacks and handed Charlotte a gumball.

“This has touched your hands,” she told him, not even reaching for it. Ray snatched it, dipped it in his soda and tried to give it to her again. “It’s more gross, now. So, no thank you and I STILL don’t know what the heck it is!” Her voice was loud and high pitched in her anxiety. 

Schwoz grumbled and returned to the machine as Ray said, “You see Charlotte, Schwoz and I have been waiting for this to happen. We all knew that eventually you and Henry would have to see each other this way. It’s just regular human biology.”

“Human biology works on a huge, very vast spectrum and neither Henry nor myself have ever outlined or defined our personal...”

“We knew it was gonna happen, Charlotte,” he repeated, more final.

“The It’s Time Bubblegum in a sanitary container,” Schwoz ordered, rolling his eyes. 

“Okay, so what does this bubblegum do then? Is it supposed to be helpful for my date with Henry.”

“Oh yeah. It’ll be helpful,” He said.

She accepted the gumball this time, unwrapped it and chewed, “If I blow this bubble and something bad happens, know that I am not above violence.” She added towards Schwoz, “And you are not indestructible.” She blew the bubble and her outfit changed into something that she would never wear in a million years, which hugged her curves and showed some cleavage, even and she commented, “I feel extremely awkward that a grown little man thought up this outfit for me.”

“Hey! A grown big man did that. Ah? Its what guys like!” Ray cheered. 

She frowned, “Where is the Time’s Up Bubblegum?” She asked.

“The what?” Ray and Schwoz wondered. 

“Whatever the bubblegum is that puts me back into comfortable clothes, instead of this desperate attempt to impress a boy with my physical, instead of my mental!” She practically shrieked.

“Ohhhhh. No, I didn’t make a bubblegum like that. What are you trying to do, blow this date?” Schwoz wondered, laughing, which Ray joined in.

“Ugh, Well, I’m going home to change and I’m doing so ON the clock!” She grabbed her backpack, threw it on her arm, punched Ray in the arm and took a swing at Schwoz, but he ducked behind Ray and she punched Ray again in the side of the head trying to hit Schwoz. 

“Just, keep on the necklace. Trust me. It’ll be worth it!” Ray said,  not affected at all by her punches. She stormed to the tube and when she was gone, Ray added, “For us!” He and Schwoz settled in their seats with their snacks and turned on the screen to reveal a camera feed from the necklace Charlotte had on. She was marching angrily by the building and muttering hexes upon Ray and Schwoz’s name for this ridiculous boobie dress. 

Ray laughed and Schwoz commented, “She said boobie.”

Henry was outside of the store when she had to try to pass by to get home, arguing with a solicitor, “No, Dude. No, we’re not interested in selling bags of cream from the inside of cookies. What would people even do with that?”

“They’d make cream cookies EVEN creamier!” The man said. 

“Okay, look... I’ll buy some, but only because I really love really creamy cookies. But this is a terrible business plan, and I feel that it is necessary to tell you that.” Henry reached for his wallet and Charlotte tried to cross the street and sneak by unnoticed while he was reaching for cash.

But, the other guys saw her and commented, “I’d like to cream that cookie!” 

She almost turned around to give him a piece of her mind for having the audacity to be such a rude pervert, but whenever Henry looked up, wondering, “Dude, what?” He saw her. He froze for a moment and she could tell that Ray was right, about this one thing, that he certainly liked the outfit. But, he quickly realized what the guy had just said and who he said it about, “Hey, that’s a lady you jerk! I don’t care how much of her delectable skin is showing - you watch your mouth when you address a woman!” The guy rolled his eyes and Henry put away his cash, “You know what, Buddy? You just lost a sale. I don’t patronize street harassing weirdos.” The man sighed and headed towards Charlotte. “Acht! Don’t you go that way! You take your business upwind, Pal. Leave that extremely beautiful woman in peace. She doesn’t want your cookie cream and I want to really rub this in now, that is a terrible business plan!” The guy went the opposite direction and Henry jogged over to Charlotte. Great. She should have taken the time that he was defending her honor to haul ass. But, she had to see that through, and she had to admit - it was pretty hot.

“Can you believe that guy?” She asked, laughing and trying to cover her cleavage with her folded arms, but that just pushed it up worst. 

“I can’t believe that dress. What are you doing? Was that like in your bag? Was this a bet? You look ridiculous,” he said, trying to sound like he was insulting her, but she noticed that he licked his lips at just how ridiculous she looked.

“Stupid Ray and Stupid Schwoz gave me a stupid date outfit bubblegum and I blew the bubble without any type of official documents! Like a Stupid Charlotte!”

“Well... I’ve always thought yellow looks really good on you. Makes your skin just pop.” 

“I don’t want my skin popping!” Henry looked her over again. He certainly didn’t mind her skin popping. “HEY! Eyes up top!”

“Sorry. It’s a really good fit,” he said.

“Hey... Lemme have one of your change back gumballs. It should do the trick,” she said. He looked around. “I’ll go back inside to blow the bubble!”

In the Man Cave Ray and Schwoz booed, “NO! We need to see this disaster date take place, once and for all!” Ray said, then triple beeped Henry.  

Henry gasped, looked around, ducked next to the building and opened the hologram, “Yeah, what’s going on? I’m right outside.”

“Get in here, quickly! Don’t stop to do anything. Run, Henry! Hurry!” 

Henry started running and apologetically told Charlotte, “Sorry, Char, gotta run. I’ll swing by right after work, though for the date!”

“Just TOSS me the gum!” She suggested, but he was flash lightening his way to the Man Cave to see what Ray’s emergency was. Charlotte fumed and kept marching towards home. She was honked at several times before in the Man Cave, Ray turned off the monitor to not get caught by Henry as he heard the elevator doors.

Henry was breathing hard and wondered, “What happened? Have we been infiltrated? Is there a catastrophe coming our way?” 

Ray shrugged his shoulders and ate some popcorn, “Nah, I was just testing your response time. Henry threw his head back, annoyed and Ray told him, “Kinda shoddy. You must’ve stopped to say something to Charlotte or something.”

“No, I left Charlotte out there and now, she’s probably being hounded by perverts because of that stupid dress you gave her!”

“It’s a nice dress!” Ray commented.

“It’s the kind of dress that a guy wants to get into, and you know that! Some dude said the most vulgar thing about her a while ago and I didn’t give her a change back gumball running up here to you, PLUS, now I’m gonna be all sweaty, unless I go home and wash up and change. Thanks for the help, Ray!” Henry pouted as he stormed towards the elevator, distracted by even the thought of that dress on Charlotte’s cute little body that he didn’t even realize was so nioce.”And I’m going home ON the clock!”

“Your generation doesn’t like to work for anything!” Ray yelled at the closing elevator doors. “Some. People.” He turned the scanner back on and Charlotte was trying to nicely tell some guys to get lost. “Uh oh,” Ray said. 

“Listen, I know that my booty is doing the POW and the POW, but I didn’t ask for that feedback and I need to get somewhere, so please, move!” She squealed. She was practically being surrounded and Ray triple beeped Henry again.

“Dude, you’re paying me for wasting my time, and that’s all that there is to it.”

“Charlotte’s in trouble, two blocks away at that intersection with the new liquor store!”

Henry was already popping in his gum as he wondered, “How do you know?” He hid to blow his bubble and Ray made noises and pretended that their connection was bad. “Gonna hurt him when I get back!” Henry swiftly rushed to Charlotte’s aid and the three guys circling her paused. “Hey! Get away from her!” He called out.

“Oh, Snap! It’s Kid Danger, Son!” the blond one said. Henry just stepped towards him pretending he might throw a punch and they all fled.

“I’m gonna hurt Ray whenever I get back!” She fumed. “That was the scariest three blocks of my life! That’s exactly why I hardly ever show off my figure. Always some brute around ready to proposition you. Like I want any portion of that wigga stick!” She covered her mouth and blushed. “Pardon my language.”

“Didn’t bother me,” he said and smiled softly, “You okay?” 

“Yeah, now that you’re here. Wait, how did you know that I was here?” She wondered.

“Ray told me.”

“How did he...?” She looked around at her stuff, then reached for her neck and snatched the necklace off. “That complete and utter bonehead! I never should have taken a job at a place with no Human Resources Department!” She threw the necklace on the ground and stomped on it, ruining Ray and Schwoz’s feed, much to their dismay.

Henry told her, “I’m gonna go behind this building, change and meet you right on the other side, then, I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

“Why don’t we both go so that I can blow myself out of this dress?” She wondered.

“I was hoping that we could just head to the date early and you could... Keep it on. I mean, that’s selfish, “You’re absolutely right. Here,” he gave her a gumball and said, take a different building and I’ll meet you at the corner in a couple of minutes.” She nodded her head and headed for the corner. When Henry resurfaced, he saw that she was still in the dress. “Char, what’s going on? You okay? Did something else happen?” He looked around trying to see who’s butt was gonna receive his foot.

“Well, I remembered something. Just another block up and around the corner is that picnic cafe that we always make fun of couples for going to. I mean, it’s corny, but it isn’t far and we’ve already had quite a day, so...?” She offered him her arm and he smiled and wrapped his in hers. “Besides, yellow does look good on me and the fact that these men are trying to police my body just makes me fond of this ridiculous boobie dress.”

“Well, you definitely look ridiculous,” he commented, again. But this time, she could tell that he meant it as a compliment. 

“Thanks. You look ridiculous too.” 

[zebraslovescupcakestoo]

The Visit of Bendy De Mon.

In our little two-bedroom home on the suburbs of California, it was a nice afternoon day of April showers. The sound of the rain drops hitting on the windows calms me as I worked on the animation drawings in my personal art studio.

If anyone haven't guessed who I am, apart from my name alone, I'm Mickey 'Mouse' Disney. Yes I know, I'm that 'famous' poster boy for my father's animation studio and our company.

Many people would think why would I live here in this 'humble' house when my 'actual' home in in the higher class neighborhood? Simple, I'm working from the bottom to the top to earn my position. It was my choice to do so.

But that's a story for another time, I can tell you for now however, I'm not like the others who had their parents paved the road for them to get whatever they want.

I picked up my red pen and I continued my drawing of a dalmatian puppy. At least one OF them. I was reading a kids novel book on 'The hundred and one Dalmatians' one time at the book store to see if I can animate more stories to life. I really loved the story of what Dodie Smith have wrote and I believed it can work as a movie animation. When I personally called her, she was thrilled to hear me and shrieked when I wanted to meet her in person. We had brunch at a very nice cafe while we talked about negotiations on the permission to make her novel into a movie. I wanted to assure her that we will put her name in the credits and that we can still 'own' the animation. She told me she was delighted when I said that. Not to mentioned that her other novels are also good like 'I capture a castle.'

We had a pretty good meeting and I was very happy that I granted her permission to used her story in our animation. I tried to make most of it by my own two hands because of how much our spending goes with other animation projects like 'Sleeping Beauty.' If I can prove to my peers and my seniors that I can become a great animator like my father and the others, maybe I might take over our animation someday.

But for now, I must work hard to make it happened.

I then heard some metals clanged and someone I knew very well cussed in his Chinese dialogue. I put down my pen and went to see him if he's hurt. I opened the door and I see my big brother picking up some empty cans. It must mean that sound I've just heard means he might have dropped them when he carried a bit more than usual.

“You know, you could have ask me to help.” I told him. He tsked as he was picking up the empty. “Aren't you busy with your dalmatians project?”

“Not when someone needed help. Here, I'll carry this in your workshop.” I said as I held some of it and carried them to his personal work shop at the end of the hall.

That person I was talking to was my big brother, Oswald 'Lucky Rabit' Disney. He's actually my half brother, but I don't care even if it is true and he's always has my back just like I always have his since we were little. He's a really good mechanic, a mixed martial art expert, and many more talented guy even I cant barely compete! I wish people would see his as himself instead of him being related to either me or our father... I admit that sometimes I got that too when my father was mentioned, but my brother got it a bit harder than me.

But at least some people have started to recognized him as himself!

I put down the empty cans on an available table that wasn't cluttered. “Oswald, mine might not be the best example of 'tidying' his own project room, but you might considered to organized your tools and parts in a bin or boxes. Do you need my help to find some and organized?”

He gave me his usual serious, poker face and responded. “Whenever I did let you help me, You'd get either confused with the monkey wrench sizes, getting tangled in the wires, mix up oil with ink, misplaced some bolts and then had 'completely' forgotten where it go.” He pointed out my past mistakes and put his along with mine.

I sighed at that. “I was just trying to help you getting more organized and save you some time on searching what you needed instead of rummaging this pile of metals. Speaking of which, are those gonna be the paint bombs or smoke?”

“Which ever you made recently. It would be best to stock up as much as we can if ever 'you know who' started to act up suspicious again.” He grabbed his gloves and goggles to put them on so that he can get started on them. I quickly got back to my studio and grabbed a big jar of my 'special' paint I personally made myself. If you're a bit confused, let me explained on what I can tell you now.

Me and my brothers aren't JUST an animator and a mechanic... we have our 'other' identity when there's trouble... but for now, I cannot say more than I should. I entered back in his workshop and placed my 'special' homemade paint at the center of the table. We then hear some sort of a long car honking noise and some tire screeching outside of our place. We looked at each other and we can tell from our expression and our gut feeling that it might be someone we would NOT expect on a day like this. He immediately took off his goggles and gloves while I took my 'special' paint, hid it in a green barrel, covered it with some metal sheet of paper and then covered it again with a stained table cloth. I hurried to my studio to hid my sketches of the dalmatians and the book in my hidden safe behind a framed picture I've made of the characters we were named after. I then rushed down stairs and looked through our living room to see who it was.

I noticed an expensive black and white car model of an Alvis speed twenty SD drophead coupe. I only knew one person who can afford and own this type of car. It was obviously written on his license plate: Bendy De Mon.

Oswald yelled from the kitchen. “What the heck does that bèndàn want from us now?”

“SHHH! Oswald! He might hear you!” I hushed him and scolded.

“He doesn't understand Chinese, remember? Now keep him busy while I 'had' to prepared something.” He fired back.

Even if we don't like him very much, it's not polite to say rude things in that person's presence. Bendy might not be one of those people that I wish would be a bit more nicer, but I need to be on my best behavior.

Our 'friend' had sounded our doorbell and I took a deep breath to calm myself. It's just a visit, right?

I went to opened the door, but then he flung it and nearly hit me when I did.

“Nickel Mousey!” Bendy exclaimed with his personal 'grand' entry. He was wearing a mauve fedora with a black ribbon and a turquoise brooch. He had a mauve vest that was covered by a big, black fur coat that covered from his neck to almost his sock level. He also had his best black and white Stacey Adam’s shoes. He was also holding a dark grey cigarette stick like the ones some of he high society uses to look even 'dignified.'

“Why Bendy Dr- De Mon. What an unexpected surprise. I didn't know you were in California today.” I politely greeted him. “How are you today? I hope the weather didn't spoil your mood.”

He then started to talk like one of those high class tones.“Oh, I'm miserable, dear squeakers. Perfectly wretched! I was fine with the weather but I had to stop by at your father's small potatoes of a studio just to see you and the other bunny. I just 'had' to meet you two at least once in a while aside from whenever I 'visit' your deconstructed amusement park.” He puffed out a smoke and it's scent spread the whole living room. That scent... I really don't want to.

“I'm sorry that we took a day off and that our new amusement park had a few unfinished rides that needed to be either get finished or fixing. But we're doing the best we can and I hope you didn't had a hard time finding us.” I tried to explained him, but he was sort of busy looking around, passed by me and said. “Yes, yes. There's always some excuses. Now where's your studio?” He then demanded as he went upstairs quickly. Doesn't he knew he can take his shoes off here? I followed him as quickly as I could and I joined him in my personal art studio, rummaging and making a bit of a mess in my 'used to be' organized art supply. “Where are they? Where are they?” He demanded as he rummage through my papers. “For devil's sakes, where is it?” He raised his voice.

“Where is what?” I confusedly asked. He came up to me and furiously said. “Your 'secret' project! Don't you dare play games with me this time, Swiss cheese! I heard it from one of your slaves back at that puny excuse of a studio. You were doing some sort of a animation movie separate from the one that the others are working on.”

He heard that? Gosh! I had to think of something to distract him from it. “I really don't have anything new.” I tried to get him out of there. “You mean about this room? I would expect at least a 'dignified' painting instead of that lame @ss cartoon picture of that stupid mouse and rabbit over there.” He pointed out. “I'm sorry if not everyone liked the idea to have a chandelier hanging from his or her office like you do. We have some-” He cuts me off as he rudely pushed me aside. “Yes yes, some small break I needed after what I saw in here. Too much 'cutesie' for me, banana shoes Mickey's pants.” He went out and descended back downstairs as I followed.

God, please lend me your patience.

He looked around the living room again but this time, he took his time. “Seriously Micks, why on earth did you gave up that free position of the head company just to do grunt work? You could have lived in a much grander mansion instead of this 'bearable' shack.” He puffed another smoke from his cigarette holder.

“My old home is very nice, but I would rather earn it rather than gave it to me. Besides, there are some kind seniors I wanted to be approved too. COUGH!” Bendy puffed another smoke in front of my face.

“My dear, naive, stupid, cheese friend. If you want to be on top of the world, you need to do anything necessary for what you want. Nobody will be like you or your fairy tales rip offs. That 'humble' image of a garbage can you put yourself up will not cut it with me and other who wanna be like me around in this business.” He lectured me. “Just look at the way you're dressed today. White rolled up shirt. A red tie, suspenders with yellow buttons attached to your large red carpi pants or shorts, and are those socks? My my, I completely 'forgot' to take off mine when I came in with 'excitement.'” He devilishly smiled. “Too bad I only stepped in water today.”

“Bendy, aren't you a bit too warm to wear that black fur coat? That looks expensive too.” Didn't you have two others already?

“It's a gift from my one true love, dear mousey. He hunted a big black bear on one weekend with a friend of ours. Killed it with his own bare hands and he skinned it. I had to ask my personal tailor to made it just for me, but I 'kindly' reminded him to leave that 'bloody' scent.” He took a good whiff and widely smiled like he was in love. He always had that odd fascinations with pain and blood. “Asides from women, isn't there any 'dignified' man in this wretched  world who doesn't?” He then settles down on the double couch.

“Well I admit, it does look nice, but I'm sure there are many other things-”

“Sweet, simple Mickey. Hahaha! I know, I know!”  He then hit the coffee table in front of him with his two feet as a resting stool.

He opened his arms wide. “This 'humble' horrid little outhouse is the REAL Disney castle.” He laugh it off. Then my brother came in to the room with a tray of tea set for three and three cupcakes I've made this morning. Did I forgot to mentioned that I can bake pastries in one of my spare time? I enjoyed doing so and I even shared with my co-workers too to help with our team morality!

He grinned maliciously at my brother as he settles it down in the centre of us, smacking his shoes to get them out of the way. “I wondered where was the better half went. Is that a hipster jacket from that new 'rock 'n' roll' upstart singer, Elvis Presley?” Oswald just rolled his eyes and lifted up, but he then got horrified when Bendy groped his butt. “Did you worked out even more recently, or is that just your normal body part that YOUR mother gave ya? It started to look nice, juicy and tempting.” My brother did not have a lot of patience with his harassment towards him and he shows it by attempting to smash his face into the wall with his karate kick. It was so fast that I barely saw it to react. He dented a mark on the wall, but Bendy has ducked it just in time. “Oooooh! You even got good strong legs. Very useful...” He playfully taunted. I immediately broke them up. “Guys, please. No fighting in this house. Oswald, thank you for the snacks, you can sit down over where I was.” He growled and glared at Bendy, but he did as I suggested.

“Would you like my triple chocolate cupcake? I've made them today.” I handed it out to him because it was one of his favorites when we were teenagers and hang out a lot. He made a scorned expression while he took one last puff before me crushed his cigarette in the cupcake I tried to offer. “If it's after twenty minutes fresh from the oven, it's thrash like those stupid cartoons shorts you've made.”

I was a little hurt on the inside, but I tried hard not to be upset as I settled down the now ruined cupcake. “But Bendy, don't you like it even if it wasn't?”

“When you want to make it big in this world, you need to make crucial choices. The right product and marketing makes ALL the differences. Besides, I now like them that way.” He playfully twirled with his cigarette holder with his right hand and rested his chin on his left hand.

“But they're still good even if it was. Why are you being mean to us lately? You weren't like that back then.” I tried to get to the bottom of his saltiness towards us and maybe the image he keeps putting up.

“I'm just telling the basic facts as a 'friend.' You're as soft as ever, unlike your half brother...” He looked at Oswald again with malicious intent as he looked back with a glare, saying 'don't you even think about it, devil shrimp.' look.

“I wondered what else he's hiding underneath those rags... He's actually not that bad looking for a half Chinese. I wondered if I can make him 'dropped' his poker face 'mask' when I'm 'toying' with him...” He whispered to himself. I froze up. Excuse me?!

I tried to offer some tea to forget from what I just heard. “Won't you have some green tea at least?” He got up and then started to head out. “I wish I could stay and 'tolerate,' but I already have my reservation at a more 'refined' restaurant in a couple of hours and the waiting line is horrid. However, before I leave and forget, I will be sitting next to you two at the Oscar award next month. I wanted to have the closest seat to the carpet for when I received the award.”

“But Bendy, Nobody knows who will win this year yet.” I tried to tell him, but he ignored. “Now, don't forget to dress differently this time! I don't like to be seen with a pair of 'common' folks. See you next time, Dorkly Brothers.” He said as he exited the living room and slammed the door. We watched him as he got back in his luxurious car and then speeds off. I sighed and flopped on the double couch.

“What a 'pleasant' surprise HE was!” My brother crossed his arms. “I'm sorry that you had to put up with him because of me.” I apologized to him.

I already knew that he and Bendy have started to hate each other. Well, my brother hated him actually. Bendy has that weird method of taunting... But not in a good way.

“It's not your fault and you shouldn't apologized for him.” He pointed out. “One of these days he'll get what he REALLY deserves.”

“I just wish I knew how he changed so much since then. Sure, he used to be a bit of a trickster, but we still stick together like best friends... Do you think... it's because of the wealth and fame that came in for him?” He did started to act pridefully and snobbish after he took over the Joey Drew Studio the Third. I wondered if I did the same choice as he did with his father's company... Would I be no different from him?

“I can tell from your expression of your face that you were thinking about the choices you would have made.” I looked at my brother in surprised expression. “How can you tell?”

“I known you more than half your life, remember? Even if we grow older, you're still that same cheerful kid who wanted to bring joy to the world. You and Bendy are NOTHING alike.” He tried to cheer me up.

“Thanks Oswald.” I smiled a bit.“Can you opened the windows a bit? I can still smell Bendy's cigarette smokes.”

He opened slightly the window so that there's some fresh April shower scent can cover all of that cigarette's. “Speaking of smokes, how's that quitting therapy?” He asked about my health.

“I'm doing great so far. I've already confessed only to you a few months ago, but since we discovered about our dad's health, I've only had two. But now, I found a new way to ease my smoking craving whenever I was really depressed. Bubble gum!” I reached in my pocket to grab one, but I haven't found it. Maybe it was in the other one? Nope.

He got up and walked next to me. He handed out one of my bubble gum. “And here I was thinking you had a sugar craving again.”I grabbed it and pouted. “I still remembered to eat healthy and brush my teeth, ya know?”

He chuckled. “That's because I keep reminded ya, now, I think I'll throw this one into the garbage since we don't want to poison the birds with his cigarette.” He took out the cupcake I've tried to offered to Bendy earlier and went to the kitchen.

I looked at the hole in the wall from his attempt earlier. This will be a evening project that can wait on Monday... Luckily it's not a big patch job like last time Bendy was here....

“Do you mind to just sweep up his cigarette's ashes? I'll do the mopping after.” He asked me.

“Sure! Mind if I play that record you've bought the other day? That Jailhouse Rock song?” I asked for his permission to used one of his music. I heard it the other day and caught him singing and doing those dance moves... Did you know that my brother had a really wonderful vocals and dance moves? He should try it on the stage! It was amazing!

“Why ask my permission? Just play it!” He agreeably yelled from the kitchen.

I set it up, placed the needle and I let it play as we started to clean up from this afternoon visit. And you know what? I was feeling better already that I didn't needed my bubble gum.

The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing You should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing

Let's rock everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

THE END.

----- Author’s Notes:

I did a two day writing for the one year anniversary of the BBTIM blog.

This little parallel but plausible story was based from the 101 Dalmatians scene where Cruella made her first appearance in the movie. I did some fun facts I’ve added in the story like I got from the Wiki and stuff.

I know I’ve wrote it in Mickey’s point of view, but I wanted to explained Bendy’s plausible behavior toward one of his chief animating competitors, despite they might be the same age and used to be friends. Plausibly.

Bendy's high class attitude and Boris' looks reminded me so much like Cruella De Vil when combined. Guess why I picked this story board.

I hope you enjoy my little side story, dear users.

BBTIM Characters Bendy, Mickey and Oswald belong to Marini4.

[astridthevalkyrie]

Axe to the Heart: Chapter 12

Astrid Hofferson/Steve Harrington. “Maybe I hate a lot of things here in Hawkins but I suppose you’re not one of them.”

Chapter 11: Talking and Coping

Our Very Own Babysitters’ Club

Requested by @naadestiel on Tumblr and ChrisFlannery on Fanfiction.Net. I hope you guys like it!

The snow wasn’t all gone yet, but it was getting there. Astrid’s shoes made small prints as she walked to the Wheelers’ door, shivering with her arms around herself.

And the main thing on her mind was that she was definitely not the babysitter type.

She was more responsible and more forward thinking than most people her age, but that just meant that she stopped them from doing stupid things (especially when it came to Snotlout and the twins), not that she was ready for kids to count on her.

Then again, it wasn’t five year olds. She was watching over kids who would be in high school next year. But after meeting Jane, she was still wary. These children had clearly gone through hell and back. Maybe not as bad as Jane, but still. Did she really have the capacity to deal with that?

And...Steve really liked these kids. If they didn’t like her...

Karen Wheeler answered the door and smiled widely. “Hi! You must be Astrid!”

She shook the woman’s hand and nodded, plastering on a pleasant smile as though she wasn’t nervous. “I am. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wheeler.”

Her hand must have been freezing, because Mrs. Wheeler ushered her inside and closed the door. Astrid walked in and saw the stairs first, and the kitchen to the left.

It was a normal house with normal parents and not so normal kids.

“So, the kids are in the basement. Nancy is upstairs, she’s leaving in a few minutes. My husband should be back in about two hours. I’m going out for some me time.” Astrid laughed politely as Mrs. Wheeler winked. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge, and please ask Mike if you don’t know where something is. I trust them to behave.” She straightened and called out, “Mike! Babysitter’s here!”

“Alright!” came a boy’s voice from the basement. It was definitely a middle schooler. Astrid ran a hand through her hair and smiled encouragingly at Mrs. Wheeler.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler.” She waved goodbye to the woman, who smiled before leaving and closing the door behind her.

Astrid took a deep breath. Alright. She just had to go downstairs and hang out with them. They already knew she knew about the Upside Down, so they wouldn’t feel like they had to hide something from her. It would be natural. It would be cool.

She was about to go when Nancy came down the stairs, with her jacket on and her hair over her shoulder. She paused when she saw Astrid.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hey,” she offered awkwardly, “um...I’m here to -”

“Babysit. Yeah. I know, Mom said Steve couldn’t make it.” She came downstairs and the two girls looked at each other before Astrid spoke up.

“You look nice.”

Nancy smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Damn, if it got any more awkward, people would think there was some sexual tension going on. “Thanks.”

There was a honk outside and Nancy straightened. “There’s Ally. Thanks for doing this, I know my mom really appreciates it.”

She turned towards the door and was reaching out for the knob when Astrid blurted, “Hey, Nancy?”

Nancy looked at her, blinking in surprise. “Yeah?”

“I never thanked you for saving my ass a month ago.” Astrid swallowed, taking a deep breath. “So thanks. Um...I’m pretty sure I would have died if not for you and Byers. Tell him I said thanks too. Of course, I’ll say it if I see him, but I mean, you’ll probably see him first. Not that I won’t still say it to him -”

“I’ll tell him,” Nancy cut her off with a laugh, and a smile that reached her eyes. “And thank you, too.”

She frowned slightly, racking her head. She didn’t remember doing anything for Nancy, but the girl had opened the door and left before she could ask.

So, anxiously, Astrid made her way downstairs.

There were five kids. Trying to piece together the information from Hopper and Steve together, she tried to identify them.

By their hair.

The boy with the shortest hair was Lucas, the boy with the curly hair was Dustin, and the redheaded girl was Max. She was fairly sure that Will was the one with the...mushroom haircut, for lack of better words, and Mike had curly-but-not-as-curly-as-Dustin hair.

Max was the one who greeted her first. She was sitting back with her arms crossed as she nodded to their babysiiter.

“Hey. Are you Astrid?”

“That’s me,” she answered, slinging off her bag, “hey, if I mix you guys up, correct me, okay? Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas, Max?” she tried, pointing to all of them.

“You got us all right. Congratulations.” Dustin smiled widely at her, and then looked down at the monopoly board in front of him. “I own that already, Mike. Hey, is it true you hit a demogorgon with an axe?”

Astrid felt a smile grow on her face as she leaned against the wall. “I did. Is it true that you guys name all these monsters after Dungeons and Dragons terminology?”

Max and Will laughed, and the boy said with a smile, “Not me and Max. When these guys named the demogorgon, I wasn’t...there.”

There was a thick silence in the air after that, probably because everyone’s minds had jumped to where Will had actually been. Astrid saw Mike’s brows furrow in concern, and then he frowned.

“So…” Astrid began, trying to break the silence. “Where’s Jane?”

That was the wrong thing to say, apparently.

All the kids looked at Mike, who was now scowling. “Jane isn’t allowed out of her house unless it’s a special occasion. Monopoly isn’t special.”

Astrid opened her mouth to say that she had seen Jane the night she went to the hospital, but then closed it, realizing that Hopper had only brought her out because it was really late at night and he didn’t want her to be alone. And she didn’t want to make the kid upset.

So she sat down and watched them play.

After a few minutes, Lucas turned to her and said, “You wanna join in, Astrid?”

“Oh, no, I’m no good at monopoly.” That was true. That had definitely been Fishlegs’ and Snotlout’s game. She was more of a Sorry! girl, or even Candyland (even if it was entirely based on luck, yadda yadda yadda). Dungeons and Dragons was great too, but that was only because that was what she had grown up with, being friends with the nerdiest people on the planet. Steve had said the kids played it a lot. Was it because of her that they weren’t playing it now?

Another few minutes of just the kids talking, and then Dustin stood up with a bored look. “Guys, this is never gonna end. Let’s just do something else.”

“Like what?” Mike said, giving him a deadpanned look. “Seven up? There’s nothing to do.”

“Let’s talk to Steve’s girlfriend, then,” Max suggested with a shrug, and before Astrid could speak that she was in no world Steve’s girlfriend, Mike snapped back.

“You just wanna talk to her cause she can use an axe!”

“I mean, is that not cool? How many people do you know that know how to use axes?”

“I’m sure there’s plenty of people!”

“You’re just mad that she brought up El -”

And they kept shouting at each other, back and forth. Astrid exchanged a bewildered look with Will, who grimaced and gave her an apologetic look. Dustin started shouting, trying to get them to calm down, and Lucas was pinching the bridge of his nose.

Despite the fact that it was kids arguing - and that she might have a part in it - it reminded her so much of home that she smiled, ducking her head. Hiccup would be nursing a headache while Fishlegs tried to break up a fight between her and Snotlout, with the twins chanted on for them to let go of their words and fight with their fists instead.

“Alright, hey, stop it!” She stood up and clapped a few times until they looked at her. “You guys realize you don’t need to do everything as a group? This is a group gathering, yeah, but even best friends -”

“She is not my best friend,” Mike cut in, crossing his arms.

She went on as though she hadn’t heard him. “Even best friends need some time apart sometimes. So if you’re getting sick of each other, do your own things. I’d love to talk about my axe,” she said to Max with a small smile, “but, to set the record straight, I’m not dating your adopted big brother, guys. We’re just friends.”

She was grateful that they all took seemed to take it to heart. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas went upstairs, while Max and surprisingly, Will, plopped down in front of her, joining her on the floor.

“So, an axe? That’s so cool!”  Max grinned, biting her lip, and Astrid smiled at her.

“Yeah. I got it back when I was living in Berk.” She sat back and leaned against the wall. “We were given weapon training there, we’re really...into Norse mythology and vikings, y’know?” She leaned forward. “One of my friends, he was never good at any fighting when he was younger. But he was really good at making the weapons, even if he couldn’t use them. He made me this.”

Will’s brows furrowed. “If....everyone learned how to fight...and your friend couldn’t...didn’t people make fun of him? Because he was different?”

He was speaking from full personal experience. Poor boy. She wasn’t the babysitting type, but even she was ready to pull Will Byers into a hug if he needed it. “Well, yeah, they did. A lot, actually.” She hummed softly, thinking of the small brunette eagerly telling her about his day before being shoved against the wall by some brute. “But he stuck with what he could do, what he was a natural at, and he got some recognition eventually. Lost a leg on the way...but that’s a story for another time.” She grinned, seeing both kids’ eyes widen in astonishment. “It’s alright, we make...we used to make fun of him a lot over it. Heck, he joked about it too. It was a running joke between all of us.”

Will smiled, sitting back with his hands supporting himself. “So he...he got to be someone, finally.”

Astrid nodded. “Yeah. But don’t think it has to happen. Sometimes it’s okay if you’re not someone. My friend, he became someone by being himself. Be yourself before anything else.” She let out a small laugh. “I know that sounds ridiculously cheesy, but it worked for him.”

And Will reminded her a lot of her Hiccup in his younger, awkward years.

While Max reminded her a lot of herself.

Damn, was she getting old?

“Thanks, Astrid.” Will grinned at her and she grinned back, crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re so cool,” Max breathed, leaning forward, “can you...teach me? How to use the axe?”

“Me too!”

Astrid smirked, resting her head in her hands. She was bonding with them! Well, not all of them, but two fifths of them! That was real progress! She was definitely going to proclaim this proudly to Steve. “If you can teach me to skateboard and you can take over my drawing lessons, sure.”

They both laughed - and she was really thankful that she had asked for the lowdown on them before coming here.

The rest of the time passed, for the most part, uneventfully. They all got together to watch Star Wars - which Astrid had zero interest in, but that was when she took the time to relax, so it was okay - and there was no arguing.

Mike still had yet to warm up to her, but Dustin and Lucas were trying their best (which she was grateful for). And Max and Will had seemed to have accepted her, which made her beyond elated.

By the time Ted Wheeler came back, Astrid was really looking forward to seeing these guys again. Maybe she could get on Mike’s good side by convince Hopper to let him and Jane see each other…

“Thanks again, Astoria,” Mr. Wheeler said, taking out his wallet.

She bit her tongue - that was the third time he’d gotten her name wrong - and then raised a hand. “Steve said he didn’t take any money.”

“Yes, you’re not Steve, though, are you?” he asked, chuckling at his own joke.

He didn’t take no for an answer (he’d probably been put up to it by his wife) so Astrid took the five dollars and left the house after saying goodbye to the kids.

They liked her, for the most part. It was a victory.

It felt significantly less colder, now that she was walking home.

Next chapter: Astrid just wants to focus on what the teacher is saying, but that’s difficult when Steve Harrington is pressing a note into her hand every minute.

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[krillin-fanfic]

The Date Night That Wasn’t or: Why You Should Never, Under Any Circumstances, Give Marron Chocolate

OK, full disclosure: This one’s a tad rushed and forced. I mean, I drew a blank on the two prompts for today anyways, I knew I’d struggle with it, but I also had very little free time to get this one out, so I apologize if it’s a tad lackluster. Can’t promise the next two will be on time though, especially the one for the 18th. That one I need to make sure is as good as possible. Hopefully, for now, you can enjoy this. Also yay, you get to meet an OC. See if you can figure out the totally hard-to-get name pun. lol

Thanks again for agreeing to babysit for us tonight, Ritoni.” A large, overly-muscular man in an olive tank top and BDUs saluted in response. “It's my honor, sir! You've taught me so much in my time on the force, this is the least I can do to repay you, sir!” Krillin cringed and adjusted his tie. “Ritoni, I'm your partner, not your superior. You don't have to call me 'sir'...” Rtioni stood, black mullet now being swept by a mysterious wind from nowhere. “Sir, no sir! You saved my life twice. That warrants respect, sir!” “...how even do you do that?” A sharp honk sounded from outside. “Crap, the wife is waitin' for me.” He pulled a sheet of paper out of his back pocket. “OK, here's her nightly schedule. Bedtime is strictly at 8:00, no drinks after 7:30, and no matter what, do not give that girl chocolate.” He handed Ritoni the paper and gripped his hand tightly. “Seriously. Do not. For your sake.” Ritoni scratched his bandanna'd head in confusion as Krillin jogged to the door, stopping to kiss the little blonde girl on the head. “Daddy loves you sweetie. Be a good girl for your sitter, ok?” The little girl giggled and grinned widely. “OK, daddy! Luff you!” “See you two in a couple hours.” he called, shutting the door behind him. The little girl looked up at the giant man who was serving as her babysitter and smiled. “Hi. I'm Marron. 's yer name?” Ritoni loomed over the girl and leaned down slowly, massive square jaw jutting forward. Marron began to back away slowly as a grin slowly forced its way across his face. “WELL MY GOSH, AREN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST THING EVE-wait, stop, why are you crying?” The little girl was bawling her eyes out, trying to hide from him. “Oh no! I've frightened the child! Please child, do not fear meeee!” He tossed the list of instructions and fished through his pockets, looking for something to make up for it. “Let's see... combat knife... piano wire... spare clip... another spare clip... aha!” He held out a rectangular object to his small charge. “Here, little Ma'am. Would you like some chocolate?”

18 crossed her arms in the passenger seat on the way home. “I can't believe we got banned from another place. I didn't even do anything wrong.” She shot him a sideways glare. “Unlike someone in here.” Krillin sighed. “Babe, you can't keep threatening people in these places for being 'too friendly'.” She fidgeted with the shoulder strap of her dress. “Yeah well... I noticed you weren't exactly discouraging it either.” “Hon. She was the waitress. It's her job to be friendly.” The light went red and he took a moment to glance over at her, noting she seemed visibly upset. “What's gotten into you lately, anyways. You seem extra jumpy when other ladies show up.” “...because I feel bad, ok?” He cocked his head as she sighed before continuing. “Look, I... I said something rather... mean in the heat of the moment. Back during that tournament. And I-I feel so... bitchy, and bad-I hadn't done that in so long, not to you. And I guess I'm just...” The car moved, and she placed her hand on the steering wheel, covering his. “I'm just worried that you might see all these women, and how nice they are, and... look, I'm possessive. I admit it. And I feel kinda... I don't know...” “Threatened?” She nodded. “Yeah. Not a feeling I ever thought I'd experience. And even thinking that makes me feel guilty, because I basically just never thought of other women wanting you too. You were always just kinda mine, no challengers.” Krillin smiled. “Babe, I still am. But... it's kinda nice to hear you say that,” he chuckled. “But hey, I knew you could be harsh when I asked you to marry me, remember? Heck, the first time I asked if you'd go on a date with me, you actually laughed at me and asked if I was joking. Didn't stop me loving you then, won't stop me loving you now for something that... well, contextually wasn't as bad as that, really.” He pulled the car into the drive and suddenly felt his face yanked to hers for a quick kiss. “...I'm sorry though. For what I said then.” “Already forgiven, hon.” He waggled his brows. “But if that's the apology I get, you should yell at me more often.” He hopped out of the car and trotted around to open her door. “Guess we get to surprise Marron before bed time.” 18 smirked. “I'm sure your partner will be thrilled to be rescued from the terror of your daughter.” He turned the lock and opened the door. “Oh come on, she only ever picks on people she kno-OOOHMYGOD!” The house was trashed. Entire shelves of books emptied onto the floor. A raindow of crayon covered the entirety of the room, mingled with muddy brown handprints. And there, in the middle of the room, was a hog tied Ritoni, a strip of tape across his mouth muffling his cries for help, and a content, smiling Marron sitting perched atop his back. She yawned “Hi, Papa. Mama. I'm getting sleepy.” 18 smiled and picked up their tiny bundle. “Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” His wife and daughter headed to the bathroom, Krillin turned his attention to the hogtied man in the middle of the room. He couldn't resist a chuckle as he carefully peeled the tape off his partner's face. “SIR! You have saved me once again! I am forever in your debt!” Ritoni cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. “She moved so fast! Every time I tried to grab her, she flipped me! Tossed me right into that shelf, sir! I've never seen someone so small be so terrifying!” “Well... I did warn you not to give her chocolate.”

So yeah. Ritoni. When I pictured Krillin ever having a partner, a big Rambo type immediately came to mind, but sorta fused with the personality of Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove. I figured it'd be hilarious to have this big bumbling action hero stereotype next to a far stronger, comparatively TINY man whom he looked up to as his hero. The name only came to me as I was writing.

[alittleoptimistic]

Oh Peculiarity

Summary: In which a young Loki meets Cisco Ramon

Loki was going to kill him. Well, to be honest, his 'killing' would probably involve drugging the idiot and watching Thor humiliate himself.

A truth serum would be satisfying…

Loki shook his head. Either way, the prick deserved some form of punishment because one does not simply fire a malfunctioning portal gun at one's younger brother, confident that it is entirely non-operational.

Idiot.

And now he was stuck here, in this busy realm, and it was snowing, and Loki was in loose summer clothes.

He shivered.

At least, he wasn't wearing armor. That might have been a bit conspicuous.

Loki wrapped his arms around himself and took in the emptying park. The snow fell softly around him and the few nighttime stragglers that there were-were on their way home. Midgardian devices honked at each other, slushing through the ice. Their tall, gray buildings surrounded the park.

This was definitely Midgard.

And it most definitely was not.

It was the smallest shift, like playing a song in a different key. The same song but… not.

Rubbing his hands up and down his arms, Loki hardly left footprints as he walked across the snow. No one had appeared to notice his arrival through the portal.

Then again, humans always were a non-observant folk. "Pardon me," he asked a woman passing by, "Could you tell me what realm this is?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and scurried away, tucking her chin into her chest against the cold.

"Oh, thank you," Loki muttered. "That was so very helpful."

Maybe it was the light. Was it different here?

How?

And where the heck was Thor? He should have found him by this point.

Running a hand nervously across the back of his neck, Loki pulled out onto the road. At least, it appeared to be a road. It looked similar to the ones in Asgard. Unfortunately, unlike what Loki was familiar with, the metal carriages did not stop as calmly as they did in his realm. Perhaps it was because these carriages were much faster than horses. A few screeched to a halt, barely missing him, and Loki observed the drivers' red faces calmly. No need to get worked up, he thought.

"What on Earth are you doing? Get out of the road!"

Earth. This was Earth. Midgard, then. But at the same time, Loki could feel in the pit of his stomach the twinge of displacement. Something was off here. Rolling his eyes at the irate drivers, Loki crossed the rest of the way and watched in bemusement as the drivers muttered to each other and spun back into the flow. Humans were strange creatures.

Crossing his arms and tucking his fingers into his armpits to warm them, Loki put his head down and walked steadily down the road. Fine. If Thor was going to take his sweet time, he might as well find somewhere warm to wait.

Or better yet, figure out how to get back on his own.

Loki smirked, imagining Thor's face as he calmly strode into the room. "Did you miss me?"

Oh, that was too good to be passed by.

Forget waiting for Thor, he'd figure this out by himself.

It was then that he felt something even stranger than the displacement.

Someone was watching him. Loki paused and drew back from the sidewalk so that his back rested against a brick wall. It was scratchy and cold, and he could feel it through his light shirt.

Carefully, Loki closed his eyes. Where are you, he thought?

It felt like magic, the probing, wobbly consciousness bubbling around him. A Sight? Probably. But just like everything else, the magic was different from anything he had encountered before.

And when it came to magic, Loki had encountered a lot. Focusing on the consciousness, Loki grabbed hold of its trace with his mind and pushed off the wall. Gottcha.

Now he'd just follow the magic back to wherever it came from. The magic did not feel malevolent, on the contrary, it was quite afraid. The magic writhed in his grasp but Loki was far too strong for it to escape. Pausing to concentrate, Loki hushed it and continued following the trail like a bloodhound.

He wished, as he crossed the road, ignoring the numerous carriages, that it was possible to speak to the consciousness, reassure it that he wasn't going to hurt him or her.

As it was, he held his grip on it tightly, but not tight enough that it was painful.

After dodging several carriages, running into several Midgardians, and hopping over a fence (what was the point of a fence if you could jump over it so easy? Loki found himself in front of a large circular building. Curiously he glanced up at the sign above him. If he had been Thor, he would not have been able to read the odd human dictation.

But he was Loki, and if he couldn't beat anyone with a sword, he'd do it with words.

"Star Labs," Loki murmured to himself. What was a lab? Some form of a healing room? The consciousness he was trailing grew restless, more panicked now, and with an eye roll, Loki let it go. Immediately it zipped back to its owner. Hands in his pockets, Loki focused his magic once more and teleported into the building, following the consciousness. He opened his eyes to a dully lit room filled with Midgardian devices. Technology, he remembered.

The first thing he heard was a series of curses.

"Holy frigging-" The voice stopped, and Loki turned on his heels, an eyebrow raised.

He crossed his arms, amused. "I'd suggest knowing what you're doing before spying on someone like me." Finally, Loki located the owner of the magic he'd felt. There was no one else in the building but them.

A shiver of surprise lit Loki's eyes. It was a boy. A mortal. It had been strong magic too. Since when did mortals have the ability to wield such a talent?

The boy had shoulder length black hair and held some sort of weapon in his hands. His eyes were wide and dark. The weapon: a gun, probably. Loki reasoned it was not the usual human type, given the wafts of cold air emanating from it.

"Fascinating," he murmured, opening his arms palm outward. "Well? Go ahead then."

The boy blinked. Hesitated. "You're asking me to shoot you?"

"I'd rather you not, but I'm mostly certain that my superior biology will take care of any damage you think that might do. Then again, there's also a good chance the gun will turn me into an ice cube, and where will we be then?"

The boy clenched his jaw, and Loki knew the boy wouldn't fire. Instead, he spoke. "First explain how you did that. I was… experimenting. No one else ever sees me."

Loki feigned innocence. "Sorry, how did I do what?"

The boy didn't seem to have the words to explain himself. He flapped one of his hands in the air helplessly and finally shoved it down again in irritation. Poor thing, Loki thought sarcastically. "I take it you mean, how did I hold your consciousness? I did it quite simply. But you wouldn't understand."

The boy's face morphed into slight irritation. "Who are you?" he asked sharply. "And how the heck did you get in here anyway? What do you want?"

"That was, at least, three questions and you expect me to answer them all while staring down the barrel of a gun."

Slowly, the boy's weapon began to lower. "I didn't mean to spy on you. Sometimes things just…" He trailed off, and Loki didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence understand. The boy's pained eyes spoke enough. How much had this Midgardian seen? With a roll of his eyes, the boy clanked down the weapon on a desk. "Forget it. And I thought this was going to be an easy night. Look, you make one wrong move, and I'll calling my friend. Believe me, he will knock the crap out of you."

"Is that so?" Loki crossed his arms and sat back against one of the desks. They were silence for a moment, and then Loki sighed. "Well then, this has all been absorbing, but I need a way back into my realm, and it is not likely Thor will find the ruddy 'on' button anytime soon." He pinched between his eyes, sensing the growing headache. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. I think I'll just figure out a way back like I-"

"Wait." The boy stepped forward, and Loki paused.

"What?"

"Did you say, Thor?"

Loki cocked his head. So the pompous idiot was known in this realm as well. Oh, joy. "Yes." he said slowly. He didn't want the little mortal misunderstanding him. "My brother. Thor."

A growing excitement filtered through the boy's eyes. "The Norse god?"

Now where did that come from? Loki snorted. "He's hardly a god, although he likes to think he is. Why is this important?"

"Why is it important?!" he parroted. The young man was getting worked up now, bouncing slightly from foot to foot. But suddenly he stopped. "There's not really Norse gods. That's ridiculous."

Loki shrugged, conceding nothing. He changed the subject smoothly. "What's more important is who are you? Mortals don't wield magic."

The boy blinked. "It's not magic. There was an explosion a while back which altered some people's genes. It may seem like magic, but it's not. It's science."

"Science is magic. Your science is just extremely… What's the word? Oh yes. Primitive." Loki spun away and began walking around the room. He poked at a few items, turning them over in his hands. "So your genes have been altered, giving you the gift of Sight. Well, at least, it's interesting. You could be quite powerful if you knew what you were doing."

"The gift of Sight?"

"Do they teach you anything on this planet? Yes, the gift of Sight. You see visions? Things you don't want to see but do? Outside of time. Future, present, past."

The boy was very still. "How do you know that?"

"The magic has a familiar feel. I've heard of a few people who can do it. No, that's a lie. My mother can." Loki turned a glass orb which's purpose was beyond him, and placed it back on the desk. "I've tried my hand at it, but I'm much more proficient in illusions." Loki finally stopped in his curious walk and took a good look at the boy who stood stiffly in front of his desk. "What do they call you?" Loki asked.

"Cisco." Cisco's eyes were wary. "Why are you here?"

"I've come to demolish the universe," Loki muttered sarcastically. Cisco didn't seem to find this funny, and Loki had to resist rolling his eyes. He sighed. "Truthfully, my brother is an idiot and accidentally trapped me here. I've got to figure out a way back."

"Your brother... who's the god of lightning and thunder and all..."

"Why do you keep going back to that?" Loki muttered, irritated. He turned toward the boy fully. "It's hardly relevant. He's Thor. My father is Odin. And I'm Loki. There. Has your curiosity been sated?"

Apparently not. Cisco's eyes went even rounder. "I thought you said you weren't evil!"

"Technically I never did." That was not helping the situation, Silver Tongue. Sometimes he didn't know why he couldn't keep his mouth shut. "But that's beside the point. I'm not here to hurt anyone."

Cisco snorted. "You expect me to believe the god of trickery and lies is honest."

Now it was Loki's turn to be surprised. "That is what I am known for? You lot need a refresher. I'm not evil. Although, more than half of what I say is usually not true. However, as if this moment, the truth is quite convenient."

Cisco glared at him. There was silence for a long beat.

"This is crazy. I still don't believe you're a god."

"Annnnd here we are again. Do you usually circle your conversations like this? I'm not a god. Neither is Thor. We die eventually. That rumor only began when Odin first traveled to Midgard. I'm just a heck of a lot stronger than you are, and to be honest, I'm considered rather pathetic in comparison to some of the other Asgardians." Loki smirked at this as if it didn't bother him. It did.

Cisco was silent again, his finger trailing on the desk thoughtfully. Suddenly he looked up. "You keep talking about realms. You said you needed to get back to your realm, right?"

Loki stepped forward. He was taller than the boy, but only by a bit. "Yes."

"Oh…" Cisco smiled in realization. "Oh, I get it. Parallel universe. No dur. That's why I saw you in the first place. I only see things from other universes. So that means you're from another universe. That is so cool."

Loki wasn't sure what exactly 'cool' meant. Mortal slang. "I'm not from Midgard, or Earth, as you call it." he said slowly. "If that's what you mean."

"An alien then?" Cisco looked grinned. "An alien from another universe. Who calls himself Loki. Do you realize how amazing that is? And you just waltzed in here."

Loki let the boy rant, standing in silence as Cisco hoped around the lab. "Can you fly?" he asked suddenly.

Loki blinked. "Um… no. Why would I be able to fly?"

"I dunno! Anything's possible!'

Alright. Enough of this. Loki pushed away from the desk he leaned against and started toward a door leading deeper into the building.

"Hey!" Cisco called. "Where are you going?"

"I can feel the 'science' down here," he called sarcastically. "It'll be easier to teleport across the border if I find a place where it's thin."

"That… makes sense." Cisco quickly padded after him. They went down a hall and a staircase until they stood before a locked metal door. Cisco's voice came tentatively from behind him, and Loki had to restrain himself from lashing out in irritation. The mortal had done nothing wrong. "So… are there Frost Giants too?"

"Hmm?" Loki looked away from the door. The strange difference was adamant here. If he teleported while within the room, Loki knew he would be spit out into his universe. He got the feeling that his being in this universe did not sit well. He felt a bit like a rubber band, stretched and stretched. With some prompting, he'd fall back in line with his reality.

Only now Loki realized he hadn't responded to Cisco's question. "Yes, yes. Frost giants. Dreadful creatures. Their skin is so cold you get frostbite just by their touch."

Cisco's eyebrows lifted. "That sounds… terrifying."

"Quite so." Loki knew the door was locked. Muttering under his breath, he felt it click open. Satisfied, he turned and entered the room, leaving a gaping Cisco in the doorway. "How- how did you do that?"

"I told you, I'm good with tricks and such."

"You mean magic."

"Precisely."

Loki walked toward the center of the room, where a circular arch was suspended. As he approached, the air in the arch rippled and folded in on itself. A gate.

Well. More like a wound. Loki had read of such injuries. Something catastrophic had happened in the universe, breaking down the walls of reality herself.

"I imagine you get all sorts of unfavorables through here. You really ought to patch this up." Loki feigned at poking the anomaly.

Cisco shifted his weight. "We're working on it. There's a man… Zoom. We've been trying to catch him."

Loki frowned. "What sort of name is Zoom?

Cisco snorted. "What kind of name is Loki?"

Loki smirked. "Touche." He flexed his fingers and idly peered into the wound marring the air. It rippled in fascinating complexity. "I find superior intelligence is quite useful when going against someone of superior strength," he murmured, about Zoom. "Have you thought of setting a trap?"

Cisco nodded. "We did. It didn't work. He didn't fall for it, and Barry almost died."

Who was Barry? Loki tutted softly. "Obviously, it wasn't a very clever trap." Turning, he clasped his hands behind his back. "Listen, I'm rather good- no, I'm an expert that traps. If you'd like some inspiration…" Loki moved his hand in a well-practiced way, and a small green coin appeared in his palm. Showoff. He flicked it to Cisco, who caught it clumsily. "I'd be happy to help. I haven't got anything better to do."

Cisco looked up at him with eyes an odd mixture of distrust and gratitude. He squinted at the coin. "What? Do I click my heels?"

Loki blinked, confused. "No. Why would you do that?"

"Nevermind. How does it work?"

"Flick it in the air until it lands on tails. A line will open up across the barriers, and I'll hear anything you say. Probably." He shrugged indifferently. "If I feel like listening."

Cisco gave him a withering look and tucked the coin into his pocket. "Well, thanks, I think."

Loki smirked. "Good luck, Mortal."

"Uh, yeah."

With that, Loki closed his eyes. He muttered the spell under his breath, an unusual, slippery thing, and fell into the wound.

To Cisco, it looked like he'd vanished in place.

For several seconds, there was complete silence. Finally, Cisco let out a strangled, half-laughing sort of sound.

"What the actual heck?" he whispered. Holding the coin between his thumb and forefinger, he lifted it to the light and pursed his lips. With a frown, he dropped it to his side. "No one is going to believe me."

Loki smirked, crossed his arms, and waited. The halls had wonderful echoing capabilities, and Thor's inability to whisper made it easy to listen.

"Loki?" A pause. "Loki, this is not in the least bit humorous. Come out."

But he wasn't going to come out. At least, not yet. He'd traveled back to his realm without mishap, and to his delight, only moments had passed.

Now here he was, his past self having just been skirted away.

"Bloody trickster," Thor muttered. "I will tell Father."

What an idiot. Loki waited a moment and then stepped into the weapons room. And… now.

"Oh, that's smart, Thor," he quipped. "Tell him how you blasted me into some infernal version of Midgard and left me to fend for myself. I'd like to see how that would go."

Thor gave a satisfying start and spun around, shocked. The portal gun was still in his hand. "How- Where did you go?"

"That's for me to know and you to wonder."

"But-"

Loki rolled his eyes and came closer. "Let's put this whole sequence of events in a box and bury it, yes?"

Thor frowned. His eyes glittered with suspicion. Loki did not forgive that easily. "How did you get home?"

Loki clapped a hand on Thor's shoulder. "You know that thing you neglect all the time? Yes? Well, I used it."

"What did you use?"

"My wits."

Thor shoved him without real irritation, a small smile tugging his lips. Exiting the chamber, he shut the door behind them. "You sure you're alright?"

"Peachy," Loki replied, deadpan. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, you do have somewhere to go, do you not?'

Thor thought for a moment and frowned. "Lessons," he hissed irritably. With a sigh, he started down the hall. "You coming?"

"I'll be around later."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Thor jogged away, head held high, glad to have gotten away clean from his mistake. Loki stayed back in the shadows, suppressing his grin.

It was not until several hours had passed that Thor noticed his newly sprouted monkey tail.

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Homestuck Liveblog #162

UPDATE 162: List of Retcons - Part III

A bit of a rushed update, but here it goes!

Last time John had continued following Terezi’s indications on how to fix the timeline so more than two people in total survived. So far everything has gone without any obstacles, no problems! Let’s see what happens now.

Since leaving toys lying around and writing on walls is nothing like John thought the fixing part would be like, he’s starting to wonder if he’s being the target of some sort of cosmic joke Terezi crafted – and also that she’s pranking herself.

JOHN: i'm the one getting owned, aren't i.  JOHN: owned by a crazy blind girl, trolling me through time with notes written in her blood moments before she died.  JOHN: but she's also kind of... trolling herself too? 

She totally is. What a nutcase, but I bet this Terezi over there would be proud of herself if she found out what the future/now nonexistent (?) Terezi did to prank John. Terezi is the only competent troll in the story.

To prevent readers from getting eyestrain and headaches I won’t post the image of Terezi’s awfully teal blood on a red background. The magic word now is JUST1C3, which...yeah, I’m pretty sure still belongs to the murder spree on the meteor. There goes John, appearing like fifteen minutes in the future, somewhere else in the meteor. He immediately stumbles upon Nepeta’s corpse.

I don’t think you ever talked to Nepeta, John, you’re not expected to know who she is...but yes, you’re right. It’s sad she died. She has been relegated to the pile of unimportant characters, given that she has influenced pretty much nothing.

John examines the crime scene, supposing the clown guy did all this. Oh, you know, Gamzee? Even if he doesn’t, he still immediately deduces all this random evidence around the corpse that points to Vriska is the most obvious distraction in the history of crime.

JOHN: it looks like he left all this bullshit littered around the body to frame vriska.  JOHN: did terezi actually fall for this?

Hey, she’s a prosecutor, not a detective! What did you expect? Still, this has to be fixed, so John writes on the piece of poster that’s near Nepeta and leaves it right when Terezi starts approaching. She’s talking to Dave, telling him that the culprit is Vriska and that she’ll have to take her down, when she notices John’s note.

Hah! That’s great, John. Straight to the point and with a gratuitous yet well-deserved jab. High five! And because John still wonders if he travelled all the way to the past to solve Terezi’s boyfriend problems, he also writes advising not to date Dave. That’s a good idea, it ended being an awkward situation.

Also, wouldn’t Terezi recognize the handwriting or something? I know she’s blind and all, but if she’s capable of reading a written message then I suppose she’d be capable of distinguishing how the writing looks. It has the same color and writing than what she read on her session not too long ago, and that one clearly said it was signed by John. It would be quite simple for her to tell Dave that the John human is somehow leaving notes in a game session he should have no access to. Subtle changes!

Next word: HONK. Gamzee stuff, looks like. The original moment is when Terezi fell down a trapdoor into Gamzee’s trap, where he had left a note written in his own blood and with Vriska’s typing quirk. Given that by now Terezi should be aware Gamzee is being a jerk and murdering people, she should be aware this is a red herring. Purple herring.

I miss this sprite style; I like it much more than the sprites in the ancestors walkaround. I wonder why Hussie decided to change the style to one that looks less pleasing?

Gamzee is caught off-guard by a human randomly deciding to drop by, he just stares without making an effort to run away or subdue John. As to what John needs to do, well, Terezi left it up to him. Do whatever you feel is right. John feels alerting Terezi of someone else’s presence in the room is the right thing to do so – and I’m sure some people appreciated this is how he did it – he used one of the horns to honk as loudly as possible. Hah! This is no subtle change, Terezi, this is pretty much the definition of unsubtle!

John is getting tired of all the retconning full of ‘subtle effects’.

JOHN: i would like to be able to say we at least TRIED to change something important here.  JOHN: i'd rather not have to go back to roxy and say, sorry! your mom has to stay dead forever, because terezi decided to play some funny jokes on me for no reason, and also fix her romance problems.  JOHN: it'd be nice to do something that would actually be significant enough to, you know, prevent that from happening?! 

Hmmmm...I don’t know, I think Gamzee being caught – maybe – would affect the events in some way. His presence and actions during the next few years cause a lot of trouble for everyone. Heck, who knows, maybe this could hinder Lord English in some way too. I don’t think enough changed to make Lord English not exist, but a big part of Lord English’s life and power relies on Gamzee, and by this point here on the meteor I don’t think he had Aradia’s music boxes.

There you go! A significant change. I don’t know for sure how this’ll affect the future, but I’m supposing it won’t be a small change.

Cut to Vriska and Meenah romping around in a dream bubble. Only dialogue is laughter. Well at least they look happy enough.

Seeing how John said there was only one item left in the list, I think next time will be the end of the retcon part of Homestuck. Well, see you next time, everyone!

Next update: next time