#shes nicknamed Pink only cause of the jumpsuit

[annonnex]

ough more of them they are all so gross i hate(love) them

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Wordgirl Au: Alliance Swap Au

Note: This au is a combination of Becky Boxleitner au and my half human/half alien Becky au. Another thing if anyone out there is a fan of the characters: Scoops, Violet Heaslip, Professor Robert Tubing, Captain Huggy Face/Bob, and Kid Math; then I am sorry. You will DEFINITELY not like this au. I am not kind to these characters in this au for a reason. 

In this au, Wordgirl is still the same hero we all know, but her allies are swapped. 

Becky Hope Boxleitner: In this au, Becky is a hybrid alien. She is half Inventeran and half Lexiconian. She was born on the planet Inventra which was a planet that neighbored Lexicon. In this au, Becky’s mother is Amirana Trese, a Lexiconian, and her father is Stevnen (pronounced: Stev-nen) Bauxlite (pronounced: Bow-cks-light). (Yep. I made Steven Boxleitner an alien in this au.) Inventerans are were-animal hybrids. In their were-animal form, they have a mix of human and animal features with a little more animalistic characters. They are also able to shift to a human appearance. Becky has the same abilities as her dad along with her Lexiconian powers. 

Background: This Alliance Swap Au is also an au of my half human/half alien Becky au with a twist. If any of you read my bio outline of Becky’s biological mother and my headcanon, it is basically the same in this au with a few twists. 

1. Amirana Trese came to Invetra on a diplomatic mission to help the Aviary Inventra scientists. Everyone on Inventra is a pursuer of knowledge. They have no military, just high defense systems. They relied on Lexicon for combat and war protection. (This ends up being their downfall.) 

2. Amirana is still engaged to her awful fiancee. On this mission, she encounters Stevnen and it was true love. 

3. In this au, Amirana is able to stay longer based on her diplomatic mission. (The Aviary Inventra scientists are designing and building crafts for long distance travel. Amirana is helping to test each one and offer advisory input.) She stays with Stevnen for two years, get secretly married, and have Hope (Becky).

4. The awful fiancee somehow finds out and goes into an apocalyptic rage. He convinces the other Lexicons that the Inventerans have committed a grievous mistake for getting one of their high, noble, Lexiconians impregnated by an inferior (physically inferior) Inventerans. The fiancee argues that to make up for this error, Amirana should be sent home and Stevnen should be sent to Lexicon to be punished (by death according to the fiancee.) The people and government of Inventra are more than aware, and are not blinded, to the fiancee’s corrupt nature so they refuse. They also try to get other Lexiconians to recognize that the corrupt fiancee needs to be stopped. They unfortunately fail and this causes a massive war between the two planets. The people of Inventra are quickly defeated and the corrupt fiancee leader orders that all Inventerans are to be taken from their home planet and either be killed, kept as prisoners, or low workforce. 

5. Amirana’s good friend (from Amirana’s bio outline) warns her and Stevnen that the friend’s evil brother is coming to Inventra to personally punish the family. Stevnen and Amirana attempt to escape with hope to a ship. Amirana is unfortunately shot and greatly wounded by her fiancee. She urges Stevnen to still escape with their child, and with a heavy and painful heart he does. (Stevnen knows how to fly a ship from reading and from Amirana.) It is a painful, tearful departure between the lovers. Stevnen is able to escape the planet before Amirana’s fiancee and his armada catches him. Amirana is unfortunately killed and her fiancee makes her death justifiable in the eyes of Lexicon. Another note about Inventerans is that they develop a empathetic link with their mates, no matter if they are the same species. So Stevnen definitely feels Amirana’s death. Hope is only 1 1/2 years old when this happens.

6. Stevnen crashes on Earth. (He is a good pilot, not the best.) He gets out of the ship with his daughter tucked close to him. He soon spots the Botsfords on a picnic in a woods. Hungry and desperate, Stevnen shifts to his human form and meets them face to face. The Botsfords take pity on this single father and let them stay at their house for a while until Stevnen gets a job as a scientist.

Character Outlines:

Stevnen Bauxlite (Steven Boxleitner) - Steven changed his daughter’s name to Becky Hope Boxleitner as a part of his plan to erase any traces of themselves to make sure no one from Lexicon can find them. Steven is a bit more serious than his human canon character (This guy suffered a lot of tragedy and is a single father now!) His human form is looks exactly like canon Steven. His Inventeran form is Dr. Two Brains, but without the mouse brain and more mouse features such as a tail and mouse ears. Steven can’t speak the human language (he can understand). He uses sign language or writing words to communicate. When Steven slips to his native tongue, he tells everyone he has a speech problem. Becky and Amirana can understand him because I have this theory that Lexiconians have a great vocabulary as a superpower because this ability allows them to understand any language of a dominant species (not subspecies like animals unless they are from Lexicon, like Bob. Becky is able to understand General Smoochington because of Bob). (I think this is some type of mental, telepathic power, which is why Becky has a great memory.) Steven’s native language sounds like mouse squeaks. (Other Inventerans sound like their were-animal forms but with a mix of other languages that counts as communication on Inventra. Steven does not have the ability that Becky and Amirana have with words. He is knowledgeable, not very bilingual.) Steven still loves Becky and supports her. He is worried about her heroic works so, in his were-form, he joins her heroic escapades as her partner. (A gag throughout this au is that everyone assumes he is her sidekick. Becky has repeatedly pointed out that her dad is her partner. Becky as Wordgirl does not call Steven her dad in public to protect their secret identities. Steven’s hero form is Mouse Ace (I may change the name later, that’s the best I got for now). (Steven was just a scientist with no military rank. I chose this name because he is a good pilot, just not as good as Amirana or Huggy). Steven uses his were-mouse abilities for battle, but mostly relies on self-made gadgets. He acts like a mentor to Wordgirl for her battles, but still behaves as her father (just not openly.) Steven’s Two Brains appearance can look similar to canon or he chooses to wear a ponytail. Steven’s outfit is a black jumpsuit with an orange belt that holds the gadgets. His jumpsuit has orange line accents. Steven has an Inventeran logo on the front of his jumpsuit (it is shiny silver in color and looks like shooting star.) He still has his canon goggles and silver armbands that act as shields for defense. He is afraid of clowns and spiders. He is not afraid of cats. He and Becky just don’t like them.  Becky’s Inventeran form is similar to Two Brains but she does not have red/pink eyes and her hair color is the same. (Becky’s eye color is a mix of her mother’s and her dad’s brown in human form. She does have some red flakes in her eye color in her were-animal form.)

Squeaky - On Inventra, there were regular animals that were used by Inventerans as minor assistants and protectors. Squeaky was Stevnen’s Squeaky also escaped to earth with Stevnen and Becky. In this au Squeaky is still a jerk, but tolerable. Has grown a desire to devour earth cheese only. (There was no cheese on Lexicon or Inventra.) He cares for Stevnen and Becky, but its subtle. Stevnen and Becky can understand what Squeaky is saying. (For Stevnen it is because he is part mouse.) They do not like to always understand what Squeaky is saying. (PS. He swears, though not in front of Becky.) Squeaky may accompany them on hero stuff.(He says he is bored, but he does not like being left alone a lot.) Squeaky wears a mask to hid his identity (idk what color, maybe black or silver), but he is often referred to as Nibbles (Squeaky did not want a hero name so what was Becky supposed to say.) Squeaky is called that because he bites, a lot. (Hates the nickname anyway.) Squeaky is vicious, just not sadistic and evil in this au. Is still afraid of cats in this au.

Here is a smaller outline of my ideas for the swap au. Note: this is also a power swap.

Steven Boxleitner - Professor Robert Tubing

Tobey - Scoops

Victoria Best - Violet Heaslip

Eileen - Kid Math (Rex)

Rose Franklin - Katy (She’s from the episode “It’s Your Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To”)

Squeaky - Bob/Captain Huggy Face

I did not intend to make a lot for this first post. I was intending to do all in one. I do the characterizations of others later.

[mythgirlimagines]

The latest in a line of therapeutic robotic assistants, here is the latest in her lineage, in the circuits and metal herself: MY-3, the Former Ultimate Robot!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT 

MY-3 (nicknamed “Mythie”, and eventually “Myth) was the third and most recent creation created by a pair of robotic engineering geniuses. MY-3 was created to  become a therapeutic robot, with her adorable appearance, personality, and voice, that makes her a massive success with both children, and even many adults, who find MY-3’s various adorable qualities to be calming and soothing. Many functions, such as a built-in oven, and a built-in musical speaker and TV, can offer different coping mechanisms, for all sorts of patients. All of those qualities resulted in a massive recovery success rate at the mental treatment facility that she currently works at, when not attending Hope’s Peak and learning more about humans and their behaviors. There otherwise isn’t that much backstory on MY-3, for she was only created about 3 or 4 years ago. Myth is currently working in Ward #137, helping Anons recover mentally from anxiety attacks and/or assorted mental trauma, and this story would center on Myth helping these Anons through their mental pain and trauma. 

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Entomologist

Wyre’s parents and Myth’s parents have been scientific business partners for a long time, and regularly collaborate on many projects together, namely studying bugs, in order to figure out how their robotic bugs are supposed to move. Despite Wyre’s rough demeanor and equally as dirty and gritty talent, Myth can’t deny that Wyre was only the bestest friend that she could ever ask for. As long as Wyre’s insects didn’t make their way into her circuits, Myth always found the various insects Wyre brings over to her fascinating. But for now, many of the now-fragile patients would rather not witness their much-cherished insect companions, much to the entomologist’s anger and dismay.

Outfit: A tan safari outfit with a red tie and an off-white pith helmet, off-white socks and brown shoes, regularly carries a butterfly net, the glasses from their original design.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Aikido Master 

Growing up with severe emotional and self-esteem issues, Scar’s parents sent her off to a temple and had an old master teach her all about using aikido (or the Art of the Demons, as the old master called it) to maintain emotional control. Scar’s skill in aikido gave her both something to be proud of and something to control her overflowing emotions. Unfortunately, her old master eventually passed away, and she more-or-less regressed into her old pre-aikido behavior. MY-3‘s tranquil presence and reassuring words regularly calmed the aikido master down, during her emotional highs, and allowed her true maternal side to show, especially when it came to teaching younger Anons about aikido.

Outfit: Hair in a ponytail held by a purple bow, a black coat slung over her shoulders like a cape over a white robe with purple hakama pants, bandaged arms, white ankle socks.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Pianist

Revered by many classical music enthusiasts for being a piano-playing prodigy ever since he was a little boy, no one can deny that Fusion is both passionate in playing the piano and composing his own piano music. Unfortunately, the stress that came from being a musical wunderkind and his strict and overbearing parents repeatedly entering him in contests and forcing him to practice endlessly, in order to win prize money, caused Fusion to suffer a mental breakdown on stage, and, in humiliation and shame, ran away to never play on stage again. Fusion loves to teach those willing to learn about music, but Myth couldn’t help but detect pain hidden by that cheery and food-stuffed grin.

Outfit: A blue jacket with golden music note shaped buttons and black and white stripes on the sleeves, over a red hoodie, black and white fingerless gloves, yellow and blue headphones around his neck, glasses, pants, and shoes from his original design.

Fusion II, Ultimate Detective

Born to a police commissioner father and a criminal prosecutor mother, Fusion II always wanted to pursue a career in justice, and managed to get her wish, when she became a prodigy detective in her preteen years. Unfortunately, in her first major murder case (which she managed to solve in under a day), when she managed to expose the culprit, the insane and enraged culprit pulled out a knife and gouged one of Fusion II’s eyes out, which gave her severe trauma, and encouraged her to never pursue another murder case again. While Fusion II‘s knowledge on memes helps educate MY-3 on human internet culture, it’s clear to MY-3 that her sarcasm and meme references are hiding some severe past pain.

Outfit: A black and blue fedora, a black eyepatch that hides her gouged-out eye, a blue trench coat over a white button up shirt and a red necktie, black gloves, a black and blue skirt, long white socks and black heeled boots.

Just Anon, Ultimate Tennis Pro

Similar to Fusion, Janon is a prodigy that is well-renowned by both his adoring fans from his highly-prestigious private boarding school and tennis enthusiasts everywhere. Being raised to uphold his family’s legacy, ever since he was a toddler, Janon wants nothing more than to leave his family and actually get a chance to relax between etiquette lessons and constant tennis matches that come with autograph sessions. Janon’s cramped schedules eventually lead to burn-out and mental roadblock, earning him a spot in the ward. MY-3‘s overly affectionate attitude definitely rubbed the athlete the wrong way, and would much rather either take a long nap or dote on the Jr. Ultimates.

Outfit: The bunny hoodie and mask from his original design over a pink and blue tennis uniform.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Supreme Leader

With a love for the histrionics and a 30-person group at her fingertips, Sparkle doesn’t seem to like divulging into the specifics of her talent, for all she was willing to reveal about her organisation was that it, “SEEKS TO MAKE SHINING DIAMONDS OUT OF INSIGNIFICANT LUMPS OF COAL“. Ever since this theatrical self-proclaimed dictator arrived at the ward, she’s been trying to get people to join her group. Not even MY-3 seems to know what Sparkle is even doing at this ward, for she wasn’t scheduled for this (or any, for that matter) wards at the psychological ward. But that doesn’t mean MY-3 wouldn’t try to crack the rhinestone-covered enigma that is Supreme Leader Sparkle.

Outfit: A pink sparkly captain’s cap, hair in a sideplait, a blue suit and matching pants, a rainbow colored necktie, the cape and boots from her original design, always carries her sceptre.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Cosplayer/Assassin, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Magician

The genius combination of the twin’s talents, with Wet Sock‘s brilliant magic shows and Egg’s ability to disguise themselves and blend in with the crowd, allows Egg’s true talent to shine and Egg to shank their targets from the shadows. They also regularly pull the classic “twin switch” in both their operations and their prison escapes, and nobody could even tell the difference. It’s very clear that their parentless and tragic lives on the streets took a toll on their psyche, and once the cops found the twins, they hauled them over to the ward and left them in the care of the therapists and MY-3. Egg and Wet Sock always love to mess with MY-3 and her functions, but they’re secretly thankful for her help.

Both Outfits: Standard stage magician tuxedo, cape, and hat.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Inventor

Born and raised in a war-torn territory and underneath a cruel and exploitative government, upon finding out their gift in mechanics and coming up with plans, Curious was raised to be both an inventor and a test subject for said inventions, and Curious, being the passive soul that they are, never stood up against the cruel government that they lived under, even after the constant experiments gave them both physical and mental scars. Eventually, after the war ceased, somebody found Curious, and hauled them off to the psych ward. Curious’s kind and passive nature made them really great friend with the equally kind robot, but MY-3 knew that no one can handle what was thrown at the inventor, without consequences.

Outfit: Sickly green skin with stitches and scars all over their body and bolts in their neck, an off-white jumpsuit with black and yellow gloves, and matching boots and goggles, long messy hair.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Butler

In order to step above all of the other more desirable kids residing in the orphanage alongside him, young Nerd quickly practiced crafts of cleanliness and order (namely cooking and cleaning living spaces). Eventually, those skills managed to get him picked up by a family that only uses him as a personal butler (and occasional bodyguard, why else would a butler carry around a volatile scouter, and a temper twice as large?), and never as their actual child. Eventually, after shouldering their abuse into his adult years, Nerd snapped and set fire to the mansion with his scouter, earning him a spot in the ward’s roster. MY-3 considers Nerd to be one of the tougher cookies to crack, due to his temper.

Outfit: Literally the exact same outfit but with gloves and longer coattails.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Artist

Desperately yearning for the “sheep” of the world to ”wake up”, Eldritch channels his pessimistic and paranoid mindset into traditional art (never digital, he doesn’t want to contribute to the robot uprising), and wants everyone who views his artwork (detailing apocalyptic settings and themes of distrust, misanthropy, and all the secretly-disgusting citizens of the world) to frown and spread scowls and distrust amongst the general population. Concerned about his paranoia, Eldritch’s parents sent him off to the ward, to many protests from the tiny artist. Eldritch hates MY-3‘s metallic guts, and always tries to destroy her, before she becomes the leader of the machine uprising.

Outfit: A paint splattered version of his hoodie over a black shirt with a creepy white face design on the front, brown overalls, and yellow and black rainboots.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Anthropologist

Expressing a love of humanity and the varied cultures of them, Dream travels all over the world with grit and determination to learn more about this particular interest of hers. Despite coming off to others as a ditzy jock, Dream is actually a respected figure in the field of anthropology and her anthropology journals are well-known by all in the field. Unfortunately, the reckless anthropologist stumbled into uncharted territory, one day, and got attacked by the territorial natives. It took her several days before her fellow explorers found her again, but the damage has already been done, both physically and mentally. Dream likes to claim she’s fine, but MY-3’s lie detector can see right through Dream.

Outfit: Hair that looks awkwardly lobbed off and scars all across her face and body, a pink cardigan over a tan button-up shirt, a dark brown skirt, black leggings, dark brown Uggs, the sidebag from her original design.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Adventurer

Not wanted to stay confided in a stuffy orphanage forever, Iris packed a simple backpack, and set off on a world tour, to see all of the fascinating and exotic things that the world has to offer. Despite being a preteen (and a really clumsy one, at that), the sheer reach that Iris had in her travels and her contagious optimism, she has garnered fame all over the world, and gave her the title of Ultimate Adventurer. Iris loves going to hospitals and psych wards and tell stories about her travels, and Ward #137 is definitely no exception. MY-3 loves learning about humans from around the world, but considering Iris’s past, MY-3 can’t help but feel like part of Iris’s optimism is all a facade.

Outfit: Hair cut to her shoulders, a brown leather parka with off-white fluff over a blue tanktop, bright pink pants and glow-in-the-dark sneakers, bandages all over her body, the glasses from her original design.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Astronaut

Raised by two influential pioneers of the scientific industry, Purple showed a promising career as an astronaut, for both her massive knowledge in astronomy and cosmology for someone of her age, and her oddly sturdy body that can take on the hideous vacuum of space, makes her the prime candidate for becoming astronaut. Unfortunately, despite aceing the astronaut exams, various technical difficulties with the spacecraft that she boarded ended up causing both the spacecraft and Purple’s hopes and dreams to crash and burn. Purple’s heavily scientific terms don’t detour the kindly robot from befriending the timid and solemn astronaut, or helping said astronaut to cope with depression and survivor’s guilt.

Outfit: Some hair held up in a small sidetail with a star hairclip, a black overcoat with white star-shaped buttons over a purple sweater, a black skirt with small white dots on them, grey stockings and black Mary Janes.

Getting things out of the way, this non-Kibo-Con AU is far more angsty and hurt-comfort, compared to the standard talentswap AU, for just about everybody has trauma of varying degrees. ——————————————————-

PERSONALITY

Despite her relatively seasoned (read: 4 years old) AI, MY-3 still shows a childlike fascination for humans and how different they are from her, and the eyes on her screen simply sparkle, when she learns more and more about the inner machinations of the very people that created her. Because she is supposed to be a therapeutic robot, MY-3 is determined to use whatever functions she can, to get her patients to open up to her, and finding the root of their problems. So far, MY-3’s therapy was shown to have positive results for just about every client that she interacted with, which proves that she has empathy and understanding of humans way beyond any other robot of her time period, including MY-1 and MY-2.

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APPEARANCE

MY-3 has a screen for a face that has different emoticons for different emotions, and a pink and white chassis. MY-3 has brown synthetic hairs dyed purple at the ends and an ahoge that functions much like a satellite dish. Instead of hands and arms, MY-3 has extendable arms with pink oven mitts on the end of them. As for clothes, MY-3 wears simple blue overalls and a bi pride bandana around her neck, with purple and blue rain boots on her feet.

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I’m sorry for all the trauma and angst I put on you, but I hope you like this AU! I’d love to hear what you think about this AU!

-Fusion Anon

[theultimatefanficwriter]

Kazuichi Souda x Reader-Jealousy

"Alright, Hajime! Truth or dare?" You turned to the boy with a grin on your face as you laid back on the grass.

"Uh...Truth." The Reserve Course student replied, leaning back on his hands.

"Is it true you like Chiaki?" You teased, snickering as Hajime's face turned bright red.

"Wh-what?! Why are you asking that?!" He exclaimed, attempting to hid his face from view.

"Oh come on dude, just admit it already." Kazuichi rolled his eyes. "It's obvious ya like her."

"As obvious as your crush?" Hajime retorted before sighing. "F-fine. Yeah. I like Chiaki." You smiled triumphantly as he turned to you. "Y/N, truth or dare?"

"Hmm...Truth." You pulled at a blade of grass as you waited for the question.

"Do you have a crush on somebody?"

You nodded, turning to look at your friends. "Yeah."

"Oh? Who?" Hajime pressed.

You smirked and wagged your finger. "Ah, ah, ah." You tutted. "You already asked me a question. It's Kaz's turn now."

Hajime sighed in annoyance, though he turned to the Ultimate Mechanic. The pink haired boy smirked. "Alright then. Miss Y/N, truth or dare?"

You returned the smirk. "Dare."

"I dare you to find and hug your crush right now!"

Your face paled. You hadn't expected that. You glanced around the courtyard at the many groups that had gotten the same idea as you, Hajime and Kazuichi. Both Reserve Course and Main Course students were lounging around on the grass, enjoying the warm sun. Your gaze stopped at a particular group containing Sonia, Gundham, Nagito and Chiaki. Swallowing, you stood from the grass and made your way over there.

Sonia noticed your approach and waved at you. The others there turned and greeted you as well.

"What is wrong with your face, mortal?" Gundham asked. "Has someone cast a dreadful curse upon you?" You shook your head as your face turned even redder. Without saying a word, you leaned down and embraced the Ultimate Breeder. You heard Sonia gasp, and felt Gundham stiffen. You quickly pulled away and murmured a quiet "Sorry" before rushing back over to Hajime and Kazuichi.

"Huh. Didn't expect that." Hajime stated as he watched a flustered Gundham hide his face with his scarf. "Especially since he and Sonia are already dating."

You sighed sadly. "Yeah, I know." You muttered. "I don't plan on getting in between them. Still sucks, though."

"Wh-what's so great about him, anyway?" Kazuichi said, glaring at the man in question. "Like, why does everyone like him so much?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact Gundham doesn't stalk his crush?" Hajime joked. Kazuichi's face turned red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger as he stood up from the grass. He stuffed his hands in his jumpsuit pockets as he walked away.

"K-Kaz!" You called out to your best friend, but he ignored you as he made his way into the school. You sighed and stood up, shooting a 'Nice job' look at Hajime, who frowned apologetically. You followed the pinkette, having to speed walk to keep up with him. "Kaz! Kazuichi, slow down!" You exclaimed as you closed the distance between the two of you.

Kazuichi eventually came to s stop beside a group of lockers and turned to face you. "What do you want, Y/N?" He snapped. "Come to make fun of me?"

You didn't realized at first that he hadn't called you Miss. You gasped and grabbed your friend's hand, though he pulled it out of your grasp. "Kazoo, no! You're my best friend!"

Kazuichi's cheeks tinted red at the nickname, but he scoffed. "Yeah. That doesn't stop Hajime, does it?"

You rolled your eyes. "Hajime's a dick, yeah. But I know he didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

The mechanic narrowed his eyes and stared down at you. "Did you mean to?" He asked.

You blinked in confusion. "I...what?"

"Did you mean to hurt my feelings?" The pink haired boy elaborated.

Your confused expression didn't change. "I...didn't realize I said something that hurt you. I'm sorry, Kaz."

He sighed and shook his head. "It's not what you said." He muttered. "It's what you did." He took a step towards you, nearly towering over you.

"Wh...what I did?" You repeated, taking a step back. "I-I only completed the dare you gave me."

Kazuichi balled his fist and punched the nearest locker, causing you to jump. "Exactly!" He exclaimed. "I only gave you that dare cuz I thought it'd be me you would hug!"

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the boy. He had never looked so intimidating, his piercing pink eyes seemed to look right through you. As he snarled at you, his sharp teeth were visible, only adding to the fear you felt. "Kaz...you're scaring me..." You whimpered, taking another step back.

"Good!" The Ultimate barked, continuing to approach you. "Maybe I'll remind you of your precious Gundham!"

You tilted your head in confusion as you continued to back away from him. You felt your back hit a locker as you looked up at your angry friend. "Kazuichi...are you...jealous of Gundham?"

Your pink eyed friend rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Jeez, why would I be jealous of Gundham Tanaka?" He asked sarcastically, placing one of his hands against the locker by your head. "Maybe because every time I find a girl I really like and think might maybe-just maybe!-like me back they turn out to have a thing for him?!"  He placed his other hand on your other side as your eyes widened further in surprise. "It happened with Sonia, and just when I'd gotten over her, it happened with you, too!" He let out a low growl. "Even though he's dating Sonia, he's still stealing you from me!"

You stared up at him, trying your hardest to process what he had just said. "You...like me, Kazuichi?" You asked.

Kaz nodded. "Yeah, I do." He chuckled dryly. "Fuck, you have no idea how much I like you, Miss Y/N." His voice softened as he brought his face closer to yours, though he didn't make any contact. "I want to kiss you so badly right now." He sighed and pulled away, letting his arms fall to his side as well. "But I know you don't like me like that. So I won't."

You watched in a stupor as Souda turned his back to you. "Kaz..." You called quietly. "I had no idea. I thought you liked Sonia."

"I did at first." He admitted. "But after she and Gundham started dating I was forced to get over her." A sad smile crossed his lips as he glanced over his shoulder at you. "That was about the time I began to realize just how...amazing you are. Your laugh, your smile, your personality. No matter how much I gushed about Sonia, you never told me to shut up. You're the most kind person I've ever met." He laughed softly. "You're even hotter than Sonia, too. But all of that just means that of course you wouldn't like me back."

You swallowed. Was everything you were hearing true? Did Kazuichi Souda, your best friend for years, really just confess to you? As you thought about it, you mentally kicked yourself for not noticing sooner. About the time Sonia and Gundham got together, Kazuichi had stopped calling Sonia 'Miss' Sonia. You had assumed at first it was out of respect for their relationship. But you realized it was also around that time he started calling you 'Miss.'

"Oh my God..." You muttered. "I'm an idiot." Kazuichi turned back to face you. Once he did, you launched yourself at him, mashing your lips against his. It was the boy's turn to widen his eyes in surprise.

"Mi-Miss Y/N!" He exclaimed. "What are you-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Souda." You murmured before kissing the boy once again.

Still confused, Kazuichi eventually softened into the kiss and returned it. He placed his hands comfortingly on your hips. After you pulled apart to breathe, he looked at you quizzically. "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you liked Gundham."

You rolled your eyes. "I mean yeah he's hot. But I only did that because I thought you still had a thing for Sonia! I didn't want to make things awkward between us, so I hugged Gundham instead." You nuzzled your head into the crook of Kaz's neck. "I really like you, Kazoo." You hummed.

Kazuichi smiled as he finished processing what you had said. He laughed, causing you to look up. He shook his head, his goofy grin on his face. "We're both clueless idiots." He said before pulling you into another kiss.

You giggled in agreement as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

[purplerainsaladtea]

TMNT Leo x April [Fic Request]

Thank you to the Wonderful @narwals14 for the Request 💕

[Type of Fic: Fluff]

[Warnings: Minor swearing]

Fugitoid touched down the Ship on a Nearby Planet causing everyone to stumble a bit from the Impact "Okay everyone! We needed to make a quick pit stop. Now this time can we please not try to tick off an intergalactic Alien warlord please?" He asked then shook his head and walked towards the door and opened it. Raph rolled his eyes then walked into the Room with the others to get Geared up with Casey walking beside him "Ha! No promises Fuiga-dude" He nudged Fugitoids shoulder as he passed by.

Fugitoid groaned and hung his head "Oh dear..." He shook his head "What am I gonna do with you all..." He mumbled to himself. April gently placed her hand on Fugitoids shoulder "Don't worry professor. Casey is just Joking" She smiled reassuring but it soon faded "...Ehh... Well at least I hope..." She shook her head "We'll all make sure to keep him in check" She promised. Fugitoid nodded "Thank you April"

She smiled "No problem!" She went to go gear up with the Others. Casey nudged April's shoulder when she walked in, causing her to rub it and glare at him "So, You're Gonna keep me in Check eh red?" He grinned and got close to her face. April only rolled her eyes and shoved his face out of hers "You heard me right, Jones" She turned her back to him and started to attach her gear to her Yellow jumpsuit. Casey chuckled "Well I'll make sure to Really misbehave around you then Red~" He flirted.

"Ay, Casey. Leave her be." Raph told him then dragged him out by the back of his suit. "Ah! Hey! Cut it out Raph!" He groaned then looked at April "See you later Babe!" He yelled out to her. April only wrinkled her face in disgust at the Nickname and scoffed before continuing to gear up. As Casey was being dragged out, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a Pissed off Leonardo glaring daggers his way as Leo was also in the Room gearing up with everyone else.

Leo soon finished before hearing April sigh, causing him to look over at her then look back at his gear and clearing his throat nervously "..Just ignore him April. You know how Casey Can be sometimes" He grabbed his Swords and Lazer guns, equipping them to himself before walking over to her. She held her Helmet in her hands and nodded looking at him before looking at her Reflection in it "Yeah, I know. He's just so Annoying sometimes" She shook her head then put it on. Leo nodded "Yeah.. But that's Casey for you" He shrugged then left the Ship with her.

Her eyes widened "Woah... This place is gorgeous" She glanced around. Leo glanced around as well and nodded "Yeah.." Leo then glanced at her and smiled lightly before she glanced back at him with a confused look, wondering why he was staring at her. Leo blushed lightly and quickly looked away from her, tensing up. Fugitoid came over and stood by the Two of them "This is the Planet of Hanviea. A Beautiful Planet known for it's Crystal mining, Peaceful Population, Great Trade routes, and Beautiful waters and Gardens" His face lit up to show a happy smile "The Aarrealek People who inhabit this planet have Lived in Peace for Centuries and are known for their hospitality and Great Talent" He explained. April nodded "I bet"

Fugitoid nodded "Now shoo you two, go have your fun" He nudged them off.

~Timeskip because I'm lazyyyy~

Leo walked with April and had a Genuinely nice conversation with her. They stopped at a few booths from time to time to look at some of the items people were selling. Leo picked up a Really Pretty Crystal that looked like it had its own little waterfall within it "Wow.. Hey April, come look at-" He looked over to expect to see April standing by his side but he didn't see her. Panic shot through him as he set the Crystal down "April?" He called for her "April!" He called for her again but got no response. Leo quickly ran off from the booth to look for her. He search for at least an Hour before finally finding her in one of the Garden Area's "April! There you are! Why did you run off like that? I-I've been looking for you for ages!" He scolded. April was too fascinated by the flowers to pay attention to Leo's bickering.

"That's amazing.." Leo took the flower back from her and it changed back to the blue/green color again. April nodded then glanced at Leo, admiring his features and getting a bit lost. Leo looked at her and Smiled Smugly "April?"

"April are you even listening to me?" Leo asks and crouches down next to her, glancing at the flowers before glancing back at her. April snapped out of her little daze and looked at Leo "Huh? Oh y-yeah, totally" She shook her head and looked back at the Flowers. Leo sighed then looked at the flowers and his eyes widened slightly "Damn..." He picked a flower up and the flower went from a Glowing white color and changed to a Pretty Green/blue color. April looked at the flower in Leo's hand and gently took it from him and examined it. The flower then flickered again and changed to a pretty Yello/brown/brown color "Woah..."

April blinked "H-Hm?" She asked and looked at him. Leo motioned to the Flowers around them, they had all went from a pretty white to a Bright Red-ish pink color. April noticed them and blushed "Ah! What the hell!? Why are they doing that? I-Is Raph Nearby or something? H-He has to be.." She tried to play it off. Leo smiled and shook his head "Ooo~ ouch~ if he heard that you even associated him with anything related to the color pink he'd kill you" He teased. April blinked then rolled her eyes playfully and playfully hit Leo's shoulder "Oh quiet you~ if that's the case then he better not find out from a certain someone" She playfully warned. Leo raised an eyebrow "Oh yeah? And who might that certain someone be Miss O'Neill?" He asked.

"You're Smart, you'll figure it out" She held her head up high. Leo chuckled and shook his head before placing the flower back into in her hands "Hey.. April?" He asked. "Yeah Leo?" She looked at him

"There is something I've been meaning to tell you for Awhile now..." He leaned in close to her face. She nodded "okay?" She tilted her head. Leo gulped and seemed very nervous "I..." He sighed "...I... Like you... April, okay?... As like.. More than a Friend and before you say anything yeah I know it's dumb and so sudden and now is probably the worst time to tell you since we have more important things to focus on like saving Earth but it's just been driving me nuts and I needed to get this off my chest.. Not to mention I feel like a huge dick considering Donnie and Casey also Like you" He looked down "and I know you'd Probably Prefer someone like Casey over myself or Donnie but either way... I just thought I'd let you know so that I can at least sleep at night now" He scoffed. April's eyes widened and her Jaw Dropped as she fell silent

Leo sighed "Sorry to Bother you..." He stood up and proceeded to walk off before being stopped when a hand grabbed his wrist, causing him to flinch and look at who grabbed him. April grinned mischievously "So I managed to Steal the Fearless Leaders Heart, eh?" She asked teasingly. Leo blushed lightly and rubbed his neck a bit "I guess.." He smiled lightly and glanced away from her. She smiled and squealed "Ahhh! I can't believe it!"

Leo was utterly confused and shocked by her reaction "I-.. Uhh-.. What? You aren't mad? O-Or disgusted?" He asked. She shook her head "Nope!"

Leo's eyes widened and he smiled but it soon faded "Wait... What about Donnie and Casey?" He asked. April shrugged and crossed her arms "I mean... Casey is well...-erm.. Casey. And Donnie is an Absolute Sweetheart but I don't really see him as anything more than like a Friend or Brother" She shrugged. Leo nodded "Oh..."

April returned the nod "Yeah.." She shook her head then Both her and Leo got a Buzz on their Arm gauntlets with a Voice message from fugitoid

"The ship is all fixed and Refueled! Please Report back to the Ship! Blee-bloop"

"well, I guess that's our cue" April shrugged and took Leo's hand and started walking back towards the ship "C'mon"

Leo followed her but was still in shock by what just happened, thinking this was some Dream. A God Damn wonderful dream for the Blue clad turtle. But either way for him whether it was or wasn't.. He was still one Damn happy turtle.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Femslash February day 23

Prompt: Glass Fandom: Voltron Pair: Acxa/Allura Summary: Cinderella AU with Acxa as Cinderella and Allura as the prince.  

Once upon a time in space a baby was born. A baby of half blood; one part human and one part Galran. The babe had delicate skin of a soft blue hue and a sweep of hair the color of sapphire. She peers at her parents with eyes as soft blue as her skin. Regardless of blood, the babe grew up loved and cherished. The child loved watching the stars twinkle and blink and would often sit under them with something to read. The child grew up kind and caring with a mother who was just as so.

It wasn’t until the child turned thirteen that her life seemed to shatter. For their house nestled in a hidden corner of Daibazaal had been found. For the crime of marrying a human and birthing a halfblood, the child’s mother was killed.

Only after serving ‘justice’ did the crowd leave. In their wake was left a grieving husband and a timid child. The man thought that he wouldn’t know happiness again. Desperate was he, enough to fall for a cruel, cold Galra woman who had no love for a lowly half-breed. In his anguish, the man was blind to the mistreatment of his daughter.

The man was a trader and as such he was prone to travel for extended periods of time. During his travels, his daughter grew lovelier still. She was small for a Galra but it suited her well. At thirteen years, her horns had grown in, elegant and cut like polished obsidian. Mostly they were buried under waist long locks of deep blue. Her eyes were as warm and kind as her complexion was cool. For it, her stepmother and sisters hated her twice over. When the girl’s father was gone, the last scraps of false kindness fell away. They dressed the girl in rags and exposed her to various cruelties and neglect.

Mostly, they made a slave of the girl. They shut her away from the stars that she loved so, confining her to the dark and dusty underbelly of their home where the life and hope in her eyes diminished. And where her health deteriorated.

It became a pass time for the eldest sister to fling one of her opulent rings or ornate necklaces into a particularly large pile of comet cinders and have the girl sift through them to find it. So she was nicknamed Cometcinder.

More often than not, her complexion was blotted out by splotches of comet dust. “You should thank her, Cometcinder, she helps you cover your halfbree’s skin.” Says her step mother.

But Cometcinder feels no such gratitude.

On a night where the cosmos were particularly spectacular, Cometcinder could bear no more. The constellations were enticing, beckoning her outside. So she answered their call. In the cool night air, her heart fluttered with the joy of finally having a serene night, free of demands and demeaning words.

The best night of her life was followed by the worst. For her misdeed of skipping chores could not go unpunished. Her step mother dragged her by the hair into the house where her step sisters waited, sneering. “Maybe we should make her sleep outside.” The youngest suggests. “Since she likes it out there so much.” That night, they took a pair of scissors to her long locks, chopping away at them until her hair was fashioned into a scraggly and uneven bob.

They kicked at her and spat on her and stole the compass from her pocket. She’d fought furiously to keep her cherished item--the one thing that truly belonged to her--but they had pried it from her fingers. They crushed it before her eyes, so taking from her, the last thing she had of her mother.

But they did not take without giving. That night they gave her the news that her father’s craft had been blasted by the ray of a weeblum.

Even still, the kindness didn’t flee her soul. Though terribly shrouded in sorrow and reduced to finding companionship with space mice, she maintained generosity and patience.

Days turned to weeks and weeks into months, before news came of a gala. A supposedly flashy ball to celebrate the auroras and the birthday of the young princess Allura.

Meek and quietly, the girl inquired if she could attend. “Looking like that?” her mother sneered.

“You can dress me nicely and…”

“You’ll embarrass us.” The younger daughter commented.

Cometcinder swallowed, her belly tingling with heartache and yearning. Just this one night, she only wants this one night. As her step family departed, their space pods the girl hugged her knees to her chest and fought back tears.

If only to occupy her mind, she took to polishing the houses metallic floors and upkeeping and managing the data on the house’s computer.

With most housetasks aside, the girl wandered out to view the night sky. It must have been an hour before a voice like an electrical hum sounded in her ear. “You’re going to be late.” It commented.

The girl tilted her head and tried to find the source.

“Over here.”

She turned to face the computer. It had taken to projecting a hologram. An image of a small, iridescent orb that flashed softly and occasionally shifted color. “I have run through various simulations of realities and have decided that it is most optimal that you meet the princess Allura.” The robotic voice declared. The orb drifted nearer and Cometcinder took a reflexive step back.

“I’m mean only to help. I will make sure that you will impress.” The orb made its staticy promise. It hovered over to a dressing pod. “Step in please.”  

Reluctantly she does so. The machine whirred to life a soft green light scanned her up and down, taking in her measurements before producing an outfit for her. Replacing the rags was a slee one piece suit of midnight blue latex, outlined in vivid neon blue. She barely had time to appreciate it before the orb said, “now let's do something about this.”  In a series of zippy motions, the orb singed off locks of her hair until it fell evenly. The orb halted before shedding small beads of electric blue light. It fixed them into her hair and accented her horns with them. At the ends of her hair they dangled like glow-worm threads. It completed her look by placing a glass helm over  her head.

Satisfied and having completed its task it buzzed, “follow me.”

The girl nodded and allowed it to lead her down the hall to where her family stored their spare parts and discarded devices and machines. “Do you prefer a V-style craft or would you like a more classic spherical model?”

“Something simple.” Cometcinder answered.

The orb grew in size and flitted about, moving pieces and parts until an elegant black craft shaped like a jagged triangle sat before her. “I implore you to enjoy your ball. But my power has its limits.” The orb paused. “The system will glitch and shut down at precisely midnight. For an optimal ending, I advise that you leave before then.”

The Galra stroked the craft’s steering wheel, still skeptical of its reality. She smiled to herself; she will meet the Altaen princess after all.

.oOo.

The ballroom was nothing like she had ever seen. Vast and made of black titanium, UV veins of purple streaked the walls and ceiling. The floor glimmered and sparkled with chips of amethyst. She saw all manners of dress from simple one piece jumpsuits like her own to elaborate gowns with glowing hems and tall collars lined with LED lights. Hues popped and flashed from all ends of the color spectrum.

But most eye catching of all was the princess herself. She stood in a tiered white gown. Each layer had a ring of magenta light outlining it, creating glowing halos on the layers below. Her hair was fashioned in an updo adorned with various crystals in shades of violet and pink.

For as much as Cometcinder was compelled to strike up conversation, she couldn’t bring herself. It had been years since she’d spoken to anyone save for a space mouse and she feared for her social competence and mannerisms. All in all, the setting and its extravagance overwhelmed her.

She met the princess’ eyes and she flushed. The noise in the room seemed to swell as Allura broke away from Cometcinder’s eldest sister. She found herself shaky with nerves and her nerves whisk her abruptly away from the jubilant chaos of the ballroom.

Palms still shaking, she sat beneath the silently enchanting bursts of the auroras. She wished that she weren’t so terribly shy.

“Hey!” A voice greeted. “I was hoping to catch you!”

Cometcinder took to staring intensely at the back of her hands.

“I’ve never seen you at any of my balls before.”

“I don’t get out much.” She confessed. An understatement, considering that she hadn’t been beyond her yard in several years.

Allura laughed. “Well, welcome to the outside world! You picked a great time to see it.” She gestured to the sky and its drifting, dancing splendor.

“I’m more taken by you than the auroras.” Cometcinder admitted.

Allura smiled. “You have a name?”

She nodded. “I am Acxa.” It was weird on her lips, for it was the first time she had said her name since her mother died. Somehow, saying it made her feel less like an object.

:”That’s a pretty name.”

“Not as pretty as Allura.”

This time the princess blushes. “Hey, you’ve never gone to a ball before, does that mean that you’ve never danced?”

Acxa’s face grew hotter still. “I have not.” she confirmed.

“Can I teach you?”

“Yes please..” She paused. “Can we dance out here, away from everyone?” It would certainly make her feel less nervous.

“Dancing under the lights does sound nice.” Allura nodded. The princess walked her through the steps of The Weeblum’s Waltz and The Daibazaal Ditty.

As she did so she told Acxa of the bustling spacecraft travel center and of her favorite places to stray to when running a kingdom become too heavy a burden. In turn, Acxa spoke of her father’s ventures as a tradesman and of the cute space mice.

“Oh! You’ll have to show me one day.” The princess gushed. The way her eyes lit up almost caused Acdxa to forget the orb’s warning.

“I would love to show you them.” Acxa said as the half hour bell chimed.

“Can I?” Allura asked, her fingers traced over Acxa’s glass helm.

Acxa didn’t know what she was asking until she began lifting the helm. Acxxa curled her fingers around her slender wrists. The bell chimed again and that tiem Acxa jerked and sprung to her feet. Her sudden movement caused the glass helm to fall to the floor. She heard it crack but she had no time to be embarrassed, much less to mourn the semi-shatter of her beautiful helmet. She didn’t stop to pick it up.

“Wait!” Allura’s calls grew distant as she sought out her craft. “I’m sorry! I thought that you wouldn’t mind.”

Acxa’s mind spun, through her jumbled thoughts, she felt horrible for departing so hastily and without explanation. She couldn’t even say why she was so eager to get home when there had been a perfect chance to find freedom from it and from her tormentors. She took a moment of pause, considering letting the system shut down. But she couldn’t imagine that Allura would be captured by her scruffy and unkempt appearance. She wished that she hadn’t looked back. Allura stood in the vacant spot where Acxa’s craft had been, with her head hanging low.

By the time she made it home she was in rags again and her craft crumbled into trinkets and spare parts. There was no glamor in that house. It was empty and silent.

.oOo.

“She is smitten with you.” Acxa’s stepmother says to her eldest daughter. “You are going to be a royal”

It was all Acxa hard in the next several days.

“She’s smitten with a stranger.” The youngest scowled.

“Who abandoned her.” The stepmother reassured. “I can’t imagine she still has any love for the stranger.

Acxa’s eyes burned with tears for her lost opportunity and chance at love. Confined to her room for disopadiance and negligence of her duties, she was only able to get snippets of rumors regarding her rude departure. From them, she assumed that the princess must not think fondly of her anymore.

She thought it cruel that she had been given a taste of freedom, at what life could have been, only to have it so rudely yanked away from her.

“The princess is trying to find the stranger.” The youngest informed glumly.

“Then your sister shall try on the helm and insist that it is hers.

Acxa bunched her fists.

“She should be here soon, so get yourself ready, Ethnor.” Ethnor nodded. “Dress yourself well.” She turned to Acxa. “And you keep out of sight. We can’t have anything unsightly just prancing about.” Her demand came just shy of a knock at the door. The Galra woman cursed. “Stick to the kitchen she hissed. “And keep your ugly, half-breed mouth shut.”

Acxa sighed. “As you wish, mother. The word sat ill on her tongue.

The girl made her way to the kitchen as the door opened.

“Good evening princess!” Her stepmother greeted her with a false sweetness. It sickened and unsettled Acxa. She yearned to scowl and out the woman for the beast she was. And what was stopping her? Decidedly, she was a coward.

“Oh thank you, princess! I didn’t think that I’d find it again!” Ethnor exclaimed. She could practically see her fitting the helm over her bulbous head. A moment’s pause. Following it was a forced and gritted toothed, “I can’t get it on.”

“She is not my love.” Allura declared.

A warm tingle of hope swelled in Acxa’s chest.

“Give her a moment.” Her step mother hissed. And then, “are you sure that that’s not your sister’s? Give Ragna her helm back.”

Acxa couldn’t hold back a small snicker as she listened to the girl struggle. Her embarrassing predicament gave Acxa just enough courage to step forward. She lingered in the doorway fighting her brain for words. They didn’t come so she only stood there dumbly.

“Who is that?” Allura asks.

“Oh that’s just Cinder.” Ragna dismissed. “Our servant.”

Acxa bit her lip. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” She said at last.

“Again?” Her step mother asked.

Acxa nodded and reached for the cracked helm. “May I?”

“Please.” Allura said as her stepmother cried, “absolutely not.”

Acxa closed her eyes and pulled the helm over her head.

Allura looked as cheery as her step family looked outraged. But that time they had no power to act on their simmering wrath. Acxa stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the small princess, taking comfort in her warmth. “I apologize for leaving so abruptly, I had to make it back home before they did.”

Allura nods. “It’s alright. But a goodbye would be nice next time.”

“If you will…” She stammered. “If you will have me back at the castle, you won't’ have to worry about a next time.”

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

You knooooooow, it’s been awhile since I came out of nowhere with something completely irrelevant. So I think it’s about time I remedy that!! Hope you guys missed me!!

Finally, I can get back to posting some good stuff for readers. It’s a series I hope people really like. If I get enough positive feedback, who knows what else I’ll do? The moment you’ve all been waiting for: with a word count of 5167,

DANGANPOCALYPSE: Death Road To Canada, Part 1

“I’ll only come with you if you agree to join my organization.”

“Seriously? Are you even sure that your followers are going to even make it to Canada? I seriously doubt that you’re thinking about it realistically.”

“Well, guess we can’t find out till we get there, right?”

Kokichi hung off a brick wall, swinging his legs as he looked down. A girl with long braids looked up in frustration. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time to think before the supreme leader snapped to get her attention.

“Here, catch.” Kokichi tossed her something and she caught it with one hand skillfully. She opened her hand to see a pair of broken glasses with red framing. Her head shot up in rage, and she pulled him off the ledge he was swinging on. He gave a wide grin as he looked her directly in the eyes.

“Oh, so you are Touko Fukawa! This guy who kept claiming that he was above the rest of the survivors talked about you and your smell since you never bathe yourself. He said I’d recognize the smell, but I didn’t think it was going to be this poignant.”

“That doesn’t matter right now! Where is he? Why won’t you tell me?!” Fukawa ignored the remarks Kokichi made, shaking him like a rag doll. He wriggled out of her grasp and took the glasses back from her.

“Well, I have to have some way to convince you to come with me. No worries, he wasn’t dead or anything like that.” He twirled a lock of his hair absentmindedly as he started walking over to a car. Fukawa looked around quickly, wondering if she should be listening to the voice in the back of her mind that was telling her to stop. She shook her head and moved towards the car quickly and got into the car.

“Aww, so you’re coming with me! Great, I have some food in the glove compartment in front of you, and I’ve got some music choices that you can go through.” He motioned over to a CD book that he owned, which Fukawa took in her hands. Flipping through, the majority of it were pretty well known songs. One of them looked like it was a personalized disc that was labeled “Pop meme jams” in blue writing with lots of lines to make it look emphasized. She stopped for a moment on one of the newer looking CD’s and notices the name “Sayaka Maizono” on it. She recalled that she was supposed to have been in her class. With a shrug, she popped in a random CD with some calming piano music.

“So... Toki. Can I call you that? Toki?” Kokichi asked with a smirk. Fukawa groaned.

“I’ve only let one person call me that before, and even then... not for very long. I don’t like nicknames.” She thought of the blasting of weird bears that happened in Towa city. They were called Monokumas if she wasn’t mistaken.

“Well, that’s fine I guess. Tell me- how long have you been fighting alone? Any idea?”

“I would say... a-about ten days. It wasn’t until I got separated from master, who told me to wait here! Y-yes, that-that’s right, he told me to... to wait... ah...” Toko held herself, panting as her imagination got her excited. Kokichi pretended that he didn’t see this for his own sake. The trip was pretty quiet until Kokichi finally broke the silence.

“As fun as this chit-chat we have going on between us is, and it totally pains me to say this, we should probably make a pit stop at this Y’all Mart. You have anything to defend yourself with?” He asked. Fukawa pulled out a couple pairs of intricately made scissors. The same ones she had murdered people with along with Monokumas and now... zombies. Kokichi laughed as she showed them off.

“What are you gonna do, give them the most menacing haircut ever? You’re like the threatening hair stylist who no one wants to admit they don’t like their haircut because you’ll probably slit their throats.” Kokichi parked the car, getting little attention from the small horde that seemed uninterested in them.

“Okay, short-shit, how do you plan to get past them? You don’t look like you’ve got a weapon on you.” Fukawa motioned to his entire body. He rolled his eyes, pulling some extra dirtied clothes from the back seat of the car.

“If you move, smell, and look like them, they ignore you. But by all means, if you think I need a weapon...” Kokichi bucked his hips, finally fishing out a pink knitting needle from his pocket. “I got it from someone in my class who was killer at making cosplays. I picked up a few skills from her, actually.” He smiled at the girl.

“Why do I feel like that’s a lie?” Fukawa shook her head.

“Awww, you figured me out quicker than Shuichi! No fair- but yeah, it was a lie!”

Before there could be more complaining, the short boy slid out of the driver’s seat and moved with a limp. Fukawa watched as he blended in with the horde, wondering how he picked up such a useful tip. She couldn’t use the same methods as she was far too worried that she would pass out from blood on her clothes. Then again...

“W-well, here goes nothing. Let’s just hope I find somewhere to wash these later,” Fukawa grumbled. She got out of the car and quickly followed her new companion, looking for a zombie motionless on the ground. She didn’t catch the eye of any zombie as she bent down, splattering blood on her clothes while she grimaced. She didn’t want to lose control of herself yet, much less in front of a person who she wasn’t sure she would have any control around. Faking a limp, she moved towards the door of the store.

As she walked in, she lost sight of Kokichi. There were a lot more Zombies than she realized, and thanked her lucky stars that she blended in. She walked over towards shelves, scooping up as much food as possible. She found a lot of gasoline in the back room, where she finally caught sight of Kokichi. He had grabbed multiple cloth bags from god knows where and was filling them with as much supplies as possible. Fukawa walked over to him, taking a few of the bags out of his grasp.

“Oh, so you followed my lead! Thank goodness, now I don’t have to worry about you making a commotion and possibly getting us both killed!” He laughed. A zombie picked up its head, only for Kokichi to implant the knitting needle in its head. It dropped over after a few skillful stabs, ceasing movement entirely. The bookworm looked away from the body, feeling like she was going to pass out.

“Yeah, no shit I followed you. If I didn’t and something bad happened, you’d be dead. Now, I’m gonna try to actually do something for us by taking some of the weapons. At this rate, that flimsy needle won’t last more than five minutes.” Kokichi rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Fine, fine. Do whatever pleases you, but I don’t think it would be very wise to take more than we can use, you know?” He turned back around to face some of the crates, almost falling in one as he tried to reach for a bag of chips. Fukawa smirked as she left the room to find something besides junk food.

She passed back towards the bathroom, deciding to check it out. When she walked in, she saw five zombies roaming around the stalls. A soft knock on the door could be heard, and Fukawa couldn’t help but notice a rope hanging from the ceiling. Quickly thinking, she jumped up onto the sink and cut it down. A loud thud could be heard as something slumped up against the door, catching the attention of the undead. They started ramming into the door mercilessly, fighting to break it down. She climbed onto the top of the stall and peered down, instantly regretting what she saw.

A person with bright pink hair was laying on the ground, weakly coughing and trying to gasp for breath. Their hair was probably originally covered by the beanie laying next to them, and their jumpsuit was tattered. They couldn’t seem to get themselves off the ground, and Fukawa could tell that whoever it was probably wasn’t going to last much longer with the amount of progress the zombies had made on the stall.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” She mumbled as she pulled up her skirt slightly. Under a band she had tied around her right leg was a taser she had attached to her from back when she was trying to rescue Komaru. The person on the ground slowly turned to look up, still sputtering and their almost completely glazed over eyes barely registering the scene playing out above them. With a single zap from the taser, Fukawa felt herself change, smiling as she felt that familiar bloodlust course through her. She flipped off the top of the stalls, reaching for the scissors that she had tailored to her liking a long while back. She bowed in a comical manner.

“Now, which one of you do I get to make into a Zombo-Filet first?” She cackled as she ran towards the group, her arms behind her back before she came up. With an act of sheer power, she snapped the neck of the zombie closest to her, making it falter on it’s original goal. She stuck the scissors in the back of its throat and pushed off of it with her heel, sending it flying back into the remaining ones on the door. Their attention was diverted as they all turned to face what caused the commotion. Before they could get a move on her, she flung multiple pairs of scissors into their heads. She bounced up to them, twisting them further into the corpses with no mercy. Eventually, they were all actually deceased at her feet. She shrieked with laughter as she held her stomach. She finally calmed down, and washed her scissors while humming a tune.

The moment they were all clean, she turned off the water flow to the sink, finally able to hear more audible choking sounds. She went back over to the closed stall, knocking on it.

“Knock knock~! Come out already!” Genocider called melodiously, making the coughs come to a stop. After waiting a few seconds, she grew bored of waiting for the person to get up and respond, and climbed over the stall door.

Upon closer inspection, she could see this was a male probably around the same age as her. He had one braid on the left side of his face that fell to his chin, and he had sharp pointed teeth. He had gotten the strength to crawl into a corner of the stall, still shaking and coughing. There was a clear rope burn around his neck, and the noose he had tied was still loosely clinging to him. She flipped the taser that she had grabbed once more in her hand before putting it up to her head.

The next moment, Fukawa realized that she was in front of the person who she saved. She kneeled on the ground, slapping him. He looked up, absolutely terrified.

“AAA-“ He started to yell before hacking once again, and bringing his hand up to his throat. Fukawa glanced around before handing him a water bottle she had foraged off the shelves.

"Y-you better drink this. I don't have a lot, so you have to earn your keep and come with me.” She stated, not paying mind to the shocked look she was getting. The man took the bottle shakily, eyeing it to see if it had been tampered with. When he realized it was essentially brand new, he wasted no time screwing the cap off and bringing it to his mouth. After a few big gulps, he pocketed it, shaking less now. Fukawa felt him tug at her shirt, making her whip around. He got up slowly, dusting himself off and fiddling with the rope he had draped and tied around his throat. He stuck it into a bag when he untied it completely, looking a little disappointed it wasn’t as long as before.

“Who... are you?” the man asked slowly. His voice seemed to have left him, as he strained to get words out despite the pain it was bringing to his vocal cords.

“You’ll probably forget after I tell you. It’s Touko Fukawa, though. I’d ask your name, but we’re sort of in the middle of the apocalypse and I don’t feel like getting killed after risking my life to save you.” Fukawa quickly took his hand and yanked him out, pushing the zombies out of the way instead of her original tactic of blending in. The guy looked out behind him as he followed, trying to hold back a scream as he looked to see a giant group of the undead hustling towards them.

Fukawa ignored the loud groans they were making when she saw Kokichi motioning for them to hurry up. He was already by the car, stabbing a couple of zombies with the knitting needle from before. It snapped and he cursed, grabbing a shopping cart and flinging it onto the ones closest to him. The two finally reached the car, and Kokichi put the pedal to the medal, squealing away from sight.

It had been silent for a few minutes before the guy in the back spoke up.

“Are you guys gonna kill me?” He said, his voice sounding less strained than before. Fukawa shot a glare back at him.

“Look. You were gonna kill you. We gain nothing from having you die. Calm down, you shark-toothed imbecile.” They all sat in more labored silence until the man in the back decided to speak up. “So, I know you’re Touko, but... uh...?” He looked cautiously at the grape driving the car.

“Ohhhh, you wanna get to know me? Is it because I’m so alluring that you just can’t stand it anymore? I’m Kokichi Ouma, and I was pretty well known as the ultimate supreme leader back before all of this happened,” He stated, not really caring about the shocked gasps coming from both of the passengers.

“You. You’re an ultimate?” Fukawa asked, a pointed glare at Kokichi. He nodded and shrugged.

“No worries, I know you’re an ultimate too. Lemon head told me all about you, actually.” Kokichi paused as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, not losing his smile. “As fun as it would be to talk about the past, something tells me you don’t want to scare edgy pink lemonade anymore than you already have.”

“I have a name, y’know, along with an ultimate talent myself! You’re lucky that you picked up Kazuichi Souda, the ultimate mechanic!” He smiled, pulling a thumbs up. There was a beat of silence, and Kazuichi could feel the silence eating at him. Before he could comment on it, Kokichi laughed, his eyes squeezed shut.

“So lemme get this straight: you look like you just walked out of the Animorphs series with those teeth, have survived ten days straight probably using your cowardice to hide in a single Y’allmart until the horde infested it, and your talent is being able to fix dinky Honda Civics? What. A. Talent.” He wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head. Toko held her tongue, watching the mechanic in the back seat try not to get agitated.

“Hey, I’m useful for more than fixing up tiny cars that can’t survive more than a gentle graze on a passenger door! I can fix up stuff as small as a watch like Kuzuryuu wears to a plane!” He groaned in the back, crossing his arms and looking out the window like a moping teenager wishing they were in a sad music video.

“You may be able to do that, but I’m pretty sure being a mechanic doesn’t help if you don’t even have the necessary tools to fix something. How do you not have a car, exactly?” Toko muttered, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

“Look, it isn’t my fault some blue-haired chick and Teruteru left me behind, stealing my car and all!” Kazuichi pouted, clenching his fists. He realized how worked up he was getting and sighed, taking off his beanie. “All those modifications, wasted on a cosplayer and a chef. They wouldn’t even know how to use my car to its full potential.”

“Says every pretentious driver of a Tesla ever.” Toko grumbled. She relaxed when she realized either no one heard it or felt the need to comment on it. The piano music filled the silence as they moved forward, the empty roads stretching far ahead of them. Eventually, every note of the music faded out of existence, becoming mere background noise for the weary travelers. Toko thought about how fitting it would be for a touching story about how three strangers worked together to get to somewhere safer, scoffing out loud at the idea. She was above writing something so completely predictable.

“So, uh, not to be that person and all, but I really have to pee,” Kazuichi piped up in the back, crossing his legs together. Expecting to be made fun of, he simply got a hum of agreement from Kokichi.

“We need to stop anyways, and try to find somewhere to get some gas. We could seriously use it. You’d know how to siphon gas, right pinky?” Kokichi asked in a contrasting serious tone. The mechanic didn’t get much time to answer as they pulled into a Shell gas station, littered with abandoned cars and stains on the ground. Whatever zombie-related incident had happened here didn’t happen recently, Toko figured. She got out of the car, watching Kazuichi fumble to open the car door since Kokichi hadn’t turned it off yet.

“We have time, Soda can. There isn’t anything to worry about right now, so it would be wiser to wait till the car is off, don’t you think?” Kokichi shook his head slowly, turning the key and taking it out of the ignition. Kazuichi didn’t respond, wasting no time to get out of the car. Kokichi popped the trunk, revealing an extra tire, extra food, a few rags, and a couple tubes, one short, one long. He cracked his knuckles and looked around the area, spotting an empty gas container. He walked over to it, picking it up in one hand. Turning his head over his shoulder, he could see Toko and Kokichi talking about what to do about food.

“But what if others come through here? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to-to make sure they have something for themselves?” Toko argued, throwing her hands behind her in fists.

“What if we run out of food and can’t find any later? We’re looking out for ourselves first, not anyone else. That’s what your blonde cracker of a boyfriend or whatever he is would have done,” Kokichi replied, his temper slowly being lost the further the argument went on. Kazuichi would normally have broken up the fight, but found some comfort in people bickering. It reminded him of how he and Nagito didn’t necessarily get along, but still were able to coexist. Focusing back on the task at hand, Kazuichi settled in front of a random car.

Setting down the container near the car, he took the two tubes and fed them into the gas compartment. He put his mouth on the shorter tube and blew as hard as he could. Soon enough, he saw the fluid flow through the other into the container. He listened to the gentle drops on the bottom of the gas can, visibly relaxing. He put his hand on his neck, only to remember how he almost asphyxiated himself only hours beforehand. He shivered, seeing the reflection of himself in the car. The rope burn was still visible, even when he attempted to pop his collar out. He turned his attention back to the car, realizing it was almost completely finished. He put his thumb on the longer tube, pulling it out of the car. He looked up, realizing the fighting had stopped. Toko was next to him at a different car, mimicking his movements.

“So you know a trick or two about siphoning, huh?” He asked, attempting to make some small talk. She shrugged, watching the gas go through the tube.

“When you write, you research things so they’re as accurate as possible. Why do you think people found such appeal in my novel, ‘So Lingers the Ocean?’” She replied, moving a bit of hair out of her face. Kazuichi nodded, moving over to the other car beside her.

“Well, I may never have been an avid reader myself, but I’m sure it takes a lot of time to come up with all of that. I’ve never been good with words, either, so I guess it’s nice to have someone who is.” Kazuichi smiled, and Toko stopped for a moment. The positivity brought Komaru’s smiling face back into her mind, and she softened her look at the mechanic if only for a moment. She was going to say something, but was cut off by Kokichi whistling to get their attention.

“I’d love to continue this chit chat, but I think we should leave. I think we’ll have company if we don’t, otherwise.” He motioned to the highway, crawling with more zombies than before. They nodded, grabbing the gas, the food that they could, and whatever goodies they could obtain from the other cars before jumping into the car. With urgency moving him, Kokichi shoved the key into the car, turning it and stepping on the pedal. The car skidded away from the action, Kokichi laughing as he swerved back onto the highway. With that, all of their nerves dissipated. Toko’s shoulders relaxed, and Kazuichi grabbed his wrench from his pocket, feeling all the ridges on his tool.

“I know that traveling to Canada takes precedence over a lot of other things, but we’ll be fatigued if we don’t find somewhere to actually rest,” Toko said, glancing over at Kokichi.

“I know, I know. Sooner or later, we will. I’ve got a specific place in mind, so just hold on till we get there,” He bit his lip, focusing more on the road ahead of them. Toko leaned back in her seat, staring at the roof of the car. There were so many questions she had, but couldn’t ask at the moment. She would wait until they weren’t depending on the driver being able to safely escort them.

The hours eventually blended together until Kokichi hit the brakes on the car and turned off the AC. Kazuichi stirred in the back, rubbing his head. Toko snapped out of her daydreams, watching Kokichi turn off the car and get out. He stretched his arms, letting her see how tattered his clothes were. His small frame was more apparent when he wasn’t in the midst of moving around quickly. In front of him were multiple small buildings, people walking between them, and a campfire.

“Welcome to the trader camp. I have a stockpile of food, and the reason is so we can stay at places like these. I know, I know. I’m a genius, no need to thank me.” Kazuichi practically rolled out of the car, his hand still on his head. Toko got out and stood awkwardly  behind the two males. She peeked around, looking out of curiosity for any familiar faces. They all looked as though they were stuck on the pasts they had made for themselves, all tired and broken. She squinted at the sight of the one head turned towards them, wide-eyed. A small girl eyed Kokichi, lazily looking up at his clothes.

“Kokichi, you really need to wash your clothes. They look gross,” she uttered lazily. He looked down at her and gasped.

“Wooooow, I can’t believe you’re in one piece! I missed you sooo much!!!” Kokichi erupted into a fountain of crocodile tears, running to her with open arms. The red-headed girl didn’t get enough time to react, and was in a bear hug she struggled to get out of. She squirmed as Kokichi somehow managed to lift her into the air.

“Let go of me! This is no way to treat a great and powerful mage!” She yelled, flailing about in vain. He finally put her on the ground and she checked her clothes quickly to see the damage done. She picked her hat off the ground, wiping the rim of it off.

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe someone as bossy as him could have friends. Who are you, exactly?” Toko questioned, turning the girl’s attention to her. She took a breath in, muttering something about not having enough mana for all of the excitement.

“Nyeh, I’m Himiko. I can’t say I’m really friends with Kokichi, but a familiar face is a familiar face.” She looked off into the distance absentmindedly, her finger on her lips. Toko remembered the same aloof vibe from Kyoko, but shook the thought of her old classmate out of her head. It wouldn’t do her any good to wonder how she was doing.

“What are you saying? We were besties-- wait, is she here?” Kokichi whipped his head around, a paranoid expression taking over his face. Himiko sighed loudly as she shook her head.

“We got separated by a horde, and Tenko told me that there would be a place nearby that would house me if I said she would give them food for my stay. I’m not sure what she’s doing, but I’m sure she’s fine if that’s why you were curious.” She nodded to herself as she spoke, affirming to herself that she was correct.

“Oh no, that’s not why I asked! I just didn’t want to get pummeled into the ground for hugging you against your will. You know better than I do that I probably wouldn’t be standing if she had seen it,” Kokichi grinned. “I’m sure that wherever she is, her degenerate male senses are going off the charts.”

“Look, I have no clue what that even means, but can we please find somewhere to wash our clothes? I still look like a mess, and this stench is absolutely horrible.” Toko motioned to her messy clothing, trying not to think about how unsightly her master would see her as. Himiko looked at her, nodding as she rubbed her eyes.

“Yeah, we have that. You’ll probably need to wash yourself too, considering that, no offense, you reek worse than those stinkbugs Gonta has,” she said, adding a leisurely hand movement in front of her nose. Toko felt herself want to snap at her, but decided that any protest may put her out of a place to rest. Himiko started walking in the direction of one of the smaller buildings. Toko picked up her pace so she could make sure she didn’t get left behind, fidgeting to get inside the building.

Kazuichi stood, watching Kokichi look around for somewhere to sit down. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces to him, but he couldn’t help but pick out the messy brown hair in front of a campfire, feasting on some food. Akane popped in to his head, carelessly munching on whatever dish the perverted chef had made. He knew that she would probably be doing fine in an apocalypse, all things considered. The thought of her being dead seemed impossible-- especially with Nekomaru, those two could burst through an entire day-long siege of the undead if they so desired.

He snapped out of his pondering to realize that Kokichi was already talking with some other people around the place. He panicked, finally bringing himself to try and be useful. He started chatting up some of the other people around, asking if they needed any work done on whatever car they were using. He got some food out of his labor, even if the tasks weren’t that grueling.

A couple hours had passed before they all reconvened. Fukawa’s skirt had been sewn up by someone so she wouldn’t seem as obscene. She was well aware that they would probably just get torn again, yet she couldn’t bring herself to deny the lady who offered. She looked at Kokichi, who looked in a lot better condition than before. She figured that getting attention from more than a couple people perked him up, noting the way he was more energetic and bouncy with his movements.

“Aaaaand… you’re dirty. You really didn’t take a chance to use some clean water to not look like some hobo?” Toko groaned as Kazuichi walked up to them all, smiling. She expected some sort of defensive statement, but all she got was a whistle and a smile as he put his hands on his hips.

“Working on cars for other people put me back in my element, so I don’t mind looking like this. Jumpsuits are made to get dirty, anyways.”

“Sure they are, but should the guy we caught hanging around in a bathroom be doing things that could harm him?” Kokichi chimed in, hiding behind Toko. She shrugged his hands off her arm, resisting the urge to hiss at him.

“Look, I just didn’t feel like having my life taken by a horde of undead people who look like they came out of that one Michael Jackson music video.” Kazuichi shuddered thinking about the video, considering it always creeped him out more than he would normally admit.

“Ohhh, are you like space case with a big case of scaredy cat syndrome? You even make freaky faces like him!” Kokichi struck a pose as his eyes widened in excitement. “You even tried to go out like a coward; you guys must be related somehow!”

“Do we seriously have to make fun of me right now? Can’t we find something else to do?” Kazuichi asked quietly, pulling his beanie down, sniffling. Kokichi pointed to an area by the fire, an empty log waiting for them.

“Fine by me, so long as we eat some food and enjoy some warmth. It’s bound to get colder tonight, so I’ll be over there if you need me,” Kokichi scampered over to the area, gleefully putting his hands near the fire. Toko and Kazuichi looked at each other with some hesitation before following the leader’s steps.

The rest of the night was filled with small talk, food, and rest. They knew that the road ahead of them was far longer than they could hope to accomplish by themselves. In their slumber before they awoke, they peacefully dreamt of a world where they could finally relax after not being able to get any breaks.

[savingbuckyb]

Under Construction

Warnings: Modern!Bucky, Shy!Bucky, AU!Bucky, slightly Sub!Bucky, Smut, Language

Summary: You can’t help but notice the guy that fixes your roof.

Author’s Note: some Netflix movie that i don’t know the name of inspired me 😭. (I made the reader slightly rude btw) I’m getting back into the swing of things, enjoy this au fic. Please send feedback :) I’m not too fond of this one.

You woke up to the sound of loud banging, you sighed in aggravation as you burried your head in the pillows, attempting to block out the noise. You let out another groan before reaching for your phone on the dresser and checking the time. 8:45. Shit. You threw yourself out of bed nearly running to the bathroom. You took a quick shower before going to your closet throwing on your most decent outfit. A white blouse, black pencil skirt along with a blazer and heels. You were a fashion editor, you had to at least look presentable. You grabbed your purse and your car keys, rushing outside. You stopped abruptly by your car door catching on to what the loud banging was from earlier this morning, the roofers were here that you specifically told to come next week.

“Hey! Didn’t I tell you idiots not this week?” You raised your voice an octave trying your best to sound the slightest bit of intimidating.

“Well excuse me your highness, we’re booked next week.” The one guy said with the dirty tank top, and incredibly low jeans. You rolled your eyes at the name, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Can you at least keep it down while I’m fucking sleeping?” You now had your hands on your hips, infuriated at how this guy was getting under your skin.

“You should be happy that I woke you up. Looks like you’re gonna be late princess!” He shot you another nickname causing you to roll your eyes once again as his coworkers laughed beside him except one that just stared.

“And what are you looking at helmet head?” You spat at the brunette, hammer in hand, sitting on the panels of your roof. His blue eyes widening and his cheeks reddening before quickly looking away, returning back to the task he was doing. You huffed before walking away with a middle finger, climbing into your car, speeding out of your driveway, beginning your way to work. You sighed to yourself as you sped through the traffic lights and pass the stop signs, not only were you gonna be late to work but you were gonna have to put up with those lazy roofers and their constant loud banging for the rest of the week. You didn’t have the heart nor the patience to hear what your boss had to say when you got there. You were almost always late with the excuse of you living all the way across town. This wasn’t exactly your dream job so you didn’t exactly care if you just happened to get fired, this was just a job for you to make enough money to pay for your comfortably small but yet expensive house and the cute but yet expensive car you were driving. But you know there was no way in hell your boss would ever come up with the gall to fire you, you were the best there was. You pulled up into the parking lot of your job, getting out the car, slamming the door shut before speed walking into your job’s studio. Your boss met eyes with you before he threw his hands up in a surprised, sarcastic way. He strutted over to you, gripping your shoulders in a sorta relieved manner.

“So shocked you could make it in time. You’re lucky, we were just getting started.” He smiled through a thin line and clicked his tongue, dragging you by the hand to the photo shoot that was taking place.

“Nice to see you too.” You tried your best to muster a laugh, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the photographer snap a couple of photos of the scadily clad model in front of you. You raised an eyebrow going over to a clothing rack, sorting through to the different pieces of accessories and outerwear. You knew something was missing from the shoot but you didn’t know what. Maybe a hat, no. Gloves? No. What about a leather jacket? Yes. You walked back over, holding a hand up to the photographer to hold for a moment.

“Put this on.” You handed the jacket over to the model. Before you could place it in her hand she drew her arm back, a look of disgust on her face.

“Is that real leather? I don’t wear animal skin.” The dirty blonde fanned her hand attempting to shoo you away.

“I’m also anti-leather.. It’s faux.” You said through a half smile.

She scoffed, nearly snatching the jacket out of your hand, slinging it on her body, returning her attention back to the photographer.

“You do know that was 100% real leather right?” Your boss whisper yelled and you smiled to yourself with a nod of your head. “I know.” You winked at him, watching as the model did a couple of more poses then it was on to the next one. This went on for a few more hours until the clock striked seven and your boss finally gave you the permission for you to go home. You sighed happily giving him a small wave, making your way quickly to your car before your boss decided to change his mind. You got back on the highway thinking about what you were going to do for the rest of the day since the night was still young. Your boss let you go more earlier than usual, you never really had this much time for yourself. You were hoping that the roofers were gonna be gone by the time you got back but unfortunately you spoke too soon. When you pulled up into your driveway most of them were gone except one. The quiet brunette from earlier was sitting on the porch of your house, a cigarette between his lips, his utility belt still around his waist as if he was taking small break. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you slammed your car door closed, noticing the brunette snap his head towards you before stomping out his cigarette. You walked over to him as he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you.

“Why are you still here?” You stood in front of him, squinting your eyes.

“I-I was just finishing up..” He finally spoke, his voice almost inaudibly low, his gaze still towards the ground.

“Doesn’t look like it. You better get back to work.. Oh and by the way, please don’t smoke in front of my house.” You rolled your eyes once more before nudging his arm with your thigh, pushing pass him causing him to stumble a bit. As soon as you stepped into your house, you kicked your heels off and tossed your blazer on the couch. You wouldn’t exactly described this day as a long but it was definitely tiring. You unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on your blouse and forced your tired feet to your kitchen. You decided to help yourself to a glass of wine, you know just a small reward for all your hard work that you don’t get enough credit for. You pressed the glass to your lips, letting the dark liquid coat your mouth with its rich taste, you were enjoying this time to yourself until you heard a soft knock at your door. You let out an obnoxious sigh, glaring at the door. You were positive that it was the quiet, cigarette smoking brunette and it took everything in you not to tell him to go away. You drug yourself back over to the door, glaring at the knob before swinging it open. He stood there, refusing to look directly into your eyes, and you rolled yours for the third time that night.

“What do you want?” You seethed, waiting for him to give you a reasonable answer on why he knocked on your door.

“C-can I use your bathroom... Please?” He said softly, fiddling with a screw or something in his hands. You squinted at him and stepped aside. He kind of hesistated for a moment before he realized your actions. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but you cut him off before he did.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.” You muttered as he just nodded his head. You watched him find his way to your bathroom, his shirt tightly clung to his broad shoulders, and his work jumpsuit was half on. You started to wonder why you were ever rude to him, he came to do his job and fix your roof and all you ever said to him since he’s been here were rude comments. You couldn’t help but notice how shy and introverted he was compared to how broad his shoulders were. You didn’t really get the chance to look at his face but you just happen to catch a glimpse this morning of his soft baby blue eyes before you called him helmet head. You immediately started to feel guilt noticing he had put his hair up in a low bun starting at the nape of his neck. You sighed, silently apologizing to yourself for your bitchy ways. You heard the bathroom door close gently before you saw him appear in the hallway close to your front door. He raised his hand up as a friendly gesture to say thank you as he grabbed the door knob. You wanted the chance to apologize to him before he left. You cleared your throat rather too loudly, watching as he visibly jumped a bit from the objection.

“Wait. Uhm, would you like a drink? You look exhausted..” You offered, knowingly aware he’d probably turn it down, saving himself from the embarrassment. But fortunately all he did was nod his head, shut the door and make his way over to you at your kitchen counter. You let out a breath you were holding as you opened the fridge pulling out a ice cold pitcher of lemonade that you forgot you made the night before. You turned to place the pitcher on the counter just to find him looking at you with a familiar stare. You gave him a small smile before he snatched his gaze away from you. You frowned opening the cabinets, grabbing two glasses.

“So, what’s your name?” You asked setting the glasses down, pouring a drink for you and him.

“Huh?” He shot his head back up, his cheeks painted with a soft shade of pink, splotches of dirt here and there from being outside all day.

“Your name.” You slid him a filled glass, taking a sip from yours.

“Bucky.” He mumbled, taking the cold glass into his hands.

“Bucky? That’s kind of odd.” You repeated, his name rolling off your tongue as if it was foreign object. You started to wonder if it was just a nickname but you didn’t bother to ask. A cast of red invaded his cheeks and he looked down, flustered with the comment about his name. “Bucky, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so rude to you. I was just having a bad morning which made my whole attitude pretty shitty.”

“It’s okay, I-I understand.” From his short answers, you could already tell that Bucky wasn’t much of a man with many words. You smiled at his way of saying he forgives you as he took a long sip from his glass. Your eyes traveled from the small brown strands that managed to escape from the loose bun to the small droplets of sweat that were forming at his temple and trailing over the stubbly, short hairs that blanketed his jawline. Your eyes caught the drops of the sugary drink that happened to escape from his lips. You felt your mouth open slightly wanting to catch every drop that he couldn’t. He was so beautiful. God, you hated him a second ago and now you’re drooling over him. You couldn’t take your eyes away observing how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down the lemonade, you couldn’t help but fantasize how that small part of subtle skin would feel underneath your lips. Your impure thoughts were interrupted by a string of whispered curses and the clash of broken glass hitting the floor. Bucky attempted to wipe away the spilt drink on his shirt and jeans only making the stains worst. You quickly grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, patting over the spot on his jeans, dabbing away at the denim, attempting to at least get them a litte dry for him. A hitch in his breathing made you to come to realize what was happening. You gasp slightly as your hands hovered over the growing bulge that restrained against his jeans.

“I-I’m sorry.” Bucky breathed out, tears welling at the rims of his eyes. You shook your head assuring him that it was okay. You weren’t sure if your second instinct was the right thing to do when you ran your fingers over the protruding bulge, caressing it. His shoulders were tense and his breathing was heavy, you started to wonder if this was his first time being touched like this by a woman. You slowly unzipped his jeans, looking up at him awaiting for permission, he granted it with a silent nod. You had him wrapped around your finger.

“Lift your hips.” You commanded and he complied , watching you pulled down his jeans. You could feel his eyes burrowing a hole into you as you admired his length through his boxers. You pulled his swollen cock out before dropping to your knees in complete awe and adoration. Bucky looked at you as if you were something he saw in a dream, he was so pure. You wrapped your fingers around his base, peppering kisses along his swollen, pink tip. His hips bucked from the small amount of contact, you smirked up at him knowing he’ll probably won’t last long. You gave his tip one last kiss before you took him all into your mouth, your nose brushing against soft coils. Your tongue swirling and flattening around the prominent veins that protruded from the delicate skin. You gazed up at him underneath dark lashes, your hand coming up to get a hold of his balls. His hips jerked allowing himself to sink deeper into the abyss of your throat, a small whimper escaping. He retreated quickly and you guided his hand up to your scalp, allowing his fingers to tangle in your tussled curls reassuring him that he didn’t hurt you. You shook your head a little as his hand stood stiff in your hair, declaring that you wanted him to lead you. Bucky swallowed a large lump in his throat, grabbing a handful of your hair gently forcing you down on him. He guided your motion on his shaft, letting out a strangled groan, protesting that he was on the edge. You took another glance up at him acknowledging the fact that he was coming towards an end so quickly and you haven’t even began yet.

“You gonna cum already? I barely touched you yet.” You chuckled against his cock, shamming him for the short amount of time it took for him to reach his peak. His cheeks blanketed with soft crimson, similar to the shade after you insulted him this morning. You stood up from your knees, intertwining his fingers with yours. His baby blues switched back and forth from yours, pondering your lost of contact.

“W-where are we going?” Bucky sputtered, his jeans hanging loosely around his hips. You shushed him softly, tugging on his hand leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. His steps were small and timid as he stepped pass the threshold of your room, feeling as though he had crossed a sacred boundary. As soon as the both of you were in the room, your lips were on his, hands roaming over his rugged muscles that tested the thin material of his t-shirt. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this intimate with a man expect the one time where you got shit faced wasted at your boss’ welcome back vacation party and you took some random guy home. You didn’t remember anything that happened so it didn’t count. You didn’t know if screwing the stranger that fixes your roof brains out was the right thing to do but at this point you couldn’t really care less about what your conscience’s intentions were. All you cared about was the brooding blue eyed man spread out on display across your bed sheets. It was like accepting candy from a stranger, you knew it was a bad idea but what you were receiving was going to taste so sweet. You peeled off your skirt before crawling onto the bed, straddling his small waist, ridding him of his jeans, hands sloppily making their way up to his shirt. You tugged on the hem, slowly he obliged, lifting up his arms watching as you tossed his shirt to the other abandoned clothing in the corner of the room. His calloused hands snaked around your waist, slithering their way up your shirt, the cold pads of his fingertips sending shivers through your body. He met your eyes, silently pleading for permission. You replied with a nod, taken back by the sudden glimpse in his azure eyes, uncertain of what hid beneath them. Your breath hitched slightly as he peeled your shirt off leaving your chest bare and exposed to the chilled air. His eyes raked back and forth from your breast before cupping the right one into his hand, kneeding the soft skin. He bowed his head, taking the succulent bud in between his teeth earning a whimper from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair out of instinct, back arching at the craved touch he was providing. You couldn’t help but notice the quick glances from him as if he wanted approval, as if he was inquiring his new found skill.

“Please..” You practically begged, your hands reaching for his wrists, guiding his hands closer to where you needed them the most.

“How... How am I doing?” His breath fanned against your skin. You replied with a eager nod, you couldn’t find yourself to form a proper fragment while his idled hand found the apex between your thighs. His fingers ran over the black thin lace that was concealing your modesty, hooking one digit onto the waistband before pulling them down toturingly slow. You didn’t know if he was intentionally going this slow or if this was just his normal pace but you swore it was driving you crazy.

“O-oh.” Bucky recognized what he might’ve been doing wrong, quickly picking up the pace, placing two of his fingers onto your lower lips, spreading them apart. You immediately quivered at the contact, biting down on your bottom lip holding onto the absurd noises that might escape from your throat. He ran his long digits over the tiny bundle of nerves, rubbing it softly before rolling it around in between his fingers almost like he was exploring something that was new to him. He continued his slow movements before finally pushing his two fingers into your heat. You released your bottom lip from your teeth, letting out a lewd moan, clenching onto his fingers. He looked up at you one more time before raising his chin, pressing his lips to yours. You were taken back by his sudden act of passion, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back with equal amounts of deprivation. Your tongue slipped pass his lips, tugging and pulling at the supple skin of his bottom lip.

“I can’t take this anymore.” You panted, tugging his boxers down with one swift movement. You expected him to be big but you didn’t know he was going to be this big. His hands wrapped around your waist as you hovered over his bare lap, you bit your lip once more before sliding down onto his awaiting member. Your hand flew up to his shoulder for leverage, adjusting yourself to his considerable length. You kept your eyes on his, observing how his face crinkled and winced at the feeling of you squeezing around his manhood. Bucky’s hands tightened around your hips, himself adjusting to your tightness. It nearly felt like he couldn’t move as he was burrowed inside of you, after a failed attempt of trying to buck his hips, he sat there stiff. You gave him a small smile brimming with sympathy, taking a deep breath you began to slowly rock your hips, picking up the pace just a bit more, your hand fisted a hand full of his hair, bringing yourself up and down on him every time. Between your soft moans and his muttered curses along with the slappping of skin against skin filled the room, his teeth dug into the crook of your neck inflicting an enjoyable pain.

“Faster...” Bucky pleaded and so did his eyes. “Please, doll..”

“Huh? I can’t hear you.” You teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Don’t make me beg..” He gritted through his teeth only causing the flame in you to ignite, you giggled deviously before following his demands. He began following your steadied pace by using his hips. You rode him faster than your usual pace, your hands placed gently on his chest, your breast bouncing as you sent the man underneath nearly you over the edge. His hurried breaths and incoordination of the rhythm of his hips didn’t hide the fact that he was close to his peak. His breath hitched in his throat and you could tell he attempted to cover it up. You smirked at him, holding back a giggle as you rotated your hips watching him throw his head back in bliss.

“Are you gonna cum?” You took a hold of his chin, turning it so he can look at you. He looked so beautiful. His eyes lust blown, damp strands of hair fanned across his forehead along with a soft sheen of sweat that coated his skin.

“Y-yeah.” He huffed while you leaned back on your hands to get a better look at him come undone. His chest rose and fell, he grabbed your hips trying to lift you up off his lap. “Get up.” He grumbled at the added weight you put on him, his hands wrapping around your ribcage as your legs wrapped around his small waist.

“Go ahead, cum.” You egged him on and eventually he gave up on trying to throw you off of him. You rode him into his orgasm until hot spurts of cum filled your heated womb. You moaned loudly at the feeling of fulfillment and the spent look on Bucky’s face. Finally he lifted you off of him, laying you on your back, resting your head on the pillows. You sighed happily as you felt the warm liquid leak out of you onto your thighs and the bedsheets. Bucky took a moment to adjust himself before he laid in between your legs, his fingers ran over your clit like he did earlier. “Oh, you don’t have to do that-“

“B-but I want to.” He placed your leg over his shoulder, spreading your lips once more before pressing his lips against them. His tongue worked circles around your clit, while two of fingers slipped inside of your sopping heat. Your fingers combed through his unruly hair, pulling at the strands nearly them out their follicles. He moaned at the pain, his hands gripping and clawing at your thighs, small bites on your clit sending you over the edge. You tried to pull your hips away from him until he push you back down gently, smiling up at you with bright eyes.

“God, you’re gonna make me-.. I’m cumming... I’m cumming..” You writhed above him, pushing his head back but he continued his assault on your worn clit. You stopped fighting him, letting go completely. You yanked his hair for the last time, your back arching off the bed as your head was thrown back in ecstasy. You heaved uncontrollably and convulsed coming down from your high. You weren’t use to having your fair share during sex but this was different than you expected. It was more than what you expected. The caring aspect of sex didn’t come to you often, you were use to false and rushed orgasms, not assurance and receiving. After bringing yourself to the right state of mind, you felt the bed dip beside you noticing Bucky slipping back on his boxers.

“You can stay here with me.. if you want..” His mouth open and closed, eyes gazing blankly as if he was stuck in his thoughts.

“Okay..” Was all he said before crawling back into the blankets beside you. Soon before you knew it, you were engulfed in his arms and fast asleep.

Your eyes shot open at a familiar loud banging, you let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing the blankets off of you violently. You look to the side realizing the tall brute you fell asleep with wasn’t there anymore. You sighed for the second time, making your way to the shower. You tried your best not to think about last night, but images of you on top of some stranger continued to race through your mind. You didn’t know what got into you, just something about him attracted you to him. You slid on your favorite blouse along with some trousers, fixing your hair and makeup before leaving your house, on your way to another day of work. You were about to hop in your car until you heard the same worker’s voice from the morning before.

“Well, you’re up early!” He hollered and you swore you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh fuck off.” You swung your door open before catching a glimpse at Bucky sitting on the same spot of your roof from when you first saw him. You saw him perk up once your eyes caught his. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, helmet head.” You offered him a soft smile that reached the crinkles of your eyes and he returned it with a sweet smile of his own and a wave. At that moment you knew last night wouldn’t be the only time you took candy from a stranger.

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‘The Chicken And The Egghead:’ The Bachelorette Ep. 2 Recap

I am sick. Sick with the Jordan flu.

I can’t stop saying “Tick tock, let’s make it rock.”

There is no cure.

It was nice knowing you all.

Goodbye.

The thing about watching this episode more than once is that I ended up caring way too much about minor details in the show, like how Jason has the perfect reaction every time something ridiculous happens; how Leo’s hair may be the nicest mane I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and that includes men and women; how Jordan needs to publish his book of sayings because I would buy it and it would sit on my coffee table until the end of time; and how Becca sits on couches.

If you notice any of these small details in next week’s (today’s) episode, then my work here is done. Now let me actually recap what happened.

What That Mouth Do?: Group Date No. 1

First and foremost, I must direct your attention to Nick, looking like a snack.

Someone commented on one of my blog posts that Nick is cosplaying Draco Malfoy and I can’t stop thinking about it.

The men were brought on this group date to get spoiled. Or so they thought. Similar to how I spend hours at a time at the gym sculpting my body only to ruin any semblance of progress with a sleeve of Girl Scout cookies, the men get professionally fitted in suits only to get covered in mud, cake and lord knows what else.

Hosting this challenge was last season’s Bachelorette Rachel and her fiance Bryan. We got them because Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher were busy that day, I guess.

The men had to go through an obstacle course that was a metaphor for the steps of a relationship: ball and chain, get over your exes, eat dat cake with no hands cause “what that mouth do?” according to Rachel.

In the end, Lincoln won because he cheated. For his winnings, he got to kiss Becca and take fake wedding photos with her. Later, he was gifted a framed photograph of a fake wedding photo, which he proceeds to “flaunt” in front of the other guys, specifically Connor. Connor, a guy who really thinks about how his actions have consequences, took Lincoln’s photo and threw it off the balcony and into the pool.

As a result of that, he pissed Becca off and made Lincoln cry. I will, however, admit that Lincoln’s tears were just a tad over the top. But he just seems like an “over the top” kind of guy, so I’m not surprised.

Jean Blanc got the rose because he was like one of two guys on the group date who didn’t piss her off.

Turn Down For What: 1-on-1 With Blake

In my armchair expert opinion, Blake had the best connection with Becca on night one. While it was surprising to me he did not get the First Impression Rose, I was not surprised to see that he got the first 1-on-1 date, a date that Becca continues to describe in interviews as her favorite date of all time.

Blake and Becca arrive to a warehouse to find Chris Harrison holding a sledgehammer, and making it look sexy in a way that only he could.

Blake and Becca (ugh, that just has a great ring to it) are told to dress up in work jumpsuits and Timbalands and are also gifted sledgehammers of their own. They walk into the warehouse to find it ridden with memories of Becca’s relationship with Arie. They have one mission: destroy it all.

But wait, there’s more. Lil’ Jon is there.

This was very not on brand for Lil’ Jon but I’m not against it, either.

He performs “Turn Down For What” while Becca and Blake destroy everything in sight. A better theme song would have been “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit, but that’s just me being picky. (That’s an iconic music video, btw.)

I feel like it would be awkward to be in a room filled with memories of your ex. It would also seem awkward to help a girl you’re dating to destroy memories of her ex. Both parties, however, seemed to have a great time so I guess that’s all that mattered anyway.

Blake and Becca focus on more serious conversations during the dinner portion of the date. Like how Blake once “saw text messages pop up” in his ex-girlfriend’s phone that talked about her dumping him. I think he meant to say, “I looked through her phone,” but we get it, Blake. Who hasn’t done that, though? People who are in healthy and stable relationships, probably. 

But Bsquared (my couple nickname for them) appeared to be having a blast and would not shut up about how “comfortable” they feel around each other.

They then made out up against a wall and you can just tell they were enjoying it a lot. Viewers were just happy they don’t have to watch Bryan and Rachel kiss anymore.

This is dark, but you get the point. 

Dodgeball Group Date

This was your typical recycled group date on The Bachelorette. They did try and mix it up by putting the men on trampolines, but you know what they didn’t mix up? The varying athletic abilities on each team. The green team completely dominated the pink team. The only person on the pink team to show any sort of dignity and fight was Leo With The Good Hair. Not only does he have an amazing mane, he’s got heart, too.

We learned two things during the cocktail portion of the group date: 

Wills may be a dark horse. He got the group date rose and he seemed genuinely surprised that he has a good connection with Becca. It was cute.

Colton told Becca he hooked up with Tia in January. He probably saw Tia on his TV screen and reached out to her, which is similar to how he got Ali Raisman to date him. Becca, who was originally fooled by his boyish charm and good looks, is upset that she realized a guy she likes is a fuckboy. She said she needed some time to think about this information, which is code for she wants to keep him around but doesn’t want to seem like a pushover.

Rose Ceremony

If I had one word to describe what happened during this rose ceremony, it would be this:

Jordan was apparently not getting enough attention to his liking at the rose ceremony, so he did what any man who thrives off attention would do: he took off his clothes. 

Jordan strutted around in his briefs and dress shoes— With no socks on I might add. What a hypocrite— with his dress shirt casually draped over his shoulder.

While scantily clad, he interrupted David’s conversation with Becca, which apparently offended David, the guy who dressed up like a chicken on night one.

And here is the start to a rivalry I would like to call “The Chicken And The Egghead.”

By the way, I’m team Jordan.

Three people were sent home: Rickey, Alex and someone else. Edit: It was Trent. Deuces.

Meanwhile, Jordan was draped in an incredibly warm blanket during the rose ceremony. He got a rose.

I’m going to end this blog post with some Jordanisms:

“He thinks I’m trying to get attention? I wore my underwear, bro. That’s not me trying to get attention.”

“I don’t want you to misinterpret me as some guy that’s like 007 all the time, cause I’m not.”

“I’m multi-dimensional. I’m not just some guy with hair.”

“David, we can take an IQ test, and I’m certain I would pass it a little higher than you think a male model would.”

“When [David] shakes my hand, it doesn’t feel like a man’s handshake. It feels like, ‘Hi, I’m David.’”

“Put it right between the cleavage.” (when Becca asks where she should put his rose)

“Tick tock. Let’s make it rock.”

What will Jordan say next episode? I can hardly wait.