#so I am probably N o t going to do that I don’t think ahahaHAHA

[twistedappletree]

I swear I’m gonna get to asks and messages soon but I’m trying to fix my sleep schedule after a rough week of hypersomnia and it is ✨not working✨ lmfaoooooo

[ticklygiggles]

In the mood | IwaOi

A/N: Thank you to the both of you! I hope you don’t mind me combining your requests! You’ll definitely find a wrecked Iwa with an intense Lee mood in this fic! I hope you enjoy it and thank you once again!

Summary: Iwaizumi thought he wasn’t into tickling anymore, but after seeing Makki and Mattsun having a tickle fight, he discovered that he was, in fact, very much into it.

The squeak of shoes and the sound of balls hitting the floor or smacking against hands, echoed through the whole gym; it did sound like a the whole team was inside, but only the third years were the ones doing some practicing, polishing their movements and shouting advices and quick cheerings at each other… most of the time.

“Makki!” Matsukawa yelped when a ball that his captain had just served to Hanamaki, suddenly landed directly against his face, his eyes teared up as he quickly touched the bridge of his nose, checking for fractures. “Are you out of your mind?!”

Hanamaki shielded himself with his hands, raising them in front of him. “I am sorry! I don’t know what happened! My wrist just twisted!”

“Are you kidding me? This is the second time!” Matsukawa cried, immediately reaching for his lower lip, where a fresh, little cut still bleed a little. “You are dead!”

“Mattsun, Makki! Stop playing around!” Iwaizumi called, totally pissed by the interruption his team mates were causing.

His warning actually worked, Matsukawa stopped half step toward Hanamaki and he turned around to look at Iwaizumi - he was scowling, a raised eyebrow saying ‘dare to move a single finger and I will kick you out of this gym forever.’ Matsukawa only sighed, touching his nose once more.

“Now, now. Everyone calm down,” Oikawa said from the other side of the net; that teasing smile only ticking Iwaizumi’s nerves even more. “Let’s just keep going. I don’t want to stay here forever.” Oikawa rolled the ball between his hands and tossed it down against the floor, it perfectly jumped up, higher than Oikawa’s height. “Hanamaki, this one's for you again!”

Oikawa did one of his distinctive serves and Iwaizumi tried to glue his feet to the floor, instinctively wanting to jump and receive it, but it was directed to Makki one more time and Iwaizumi begged, he begged for Hanamaki to actually hit the damn ba-

“Agh! Okay, that’s it!”

“Oi!”

“Aaah!”

He did hit the ball, but Matsukawa had such bad luck today that it crashed straight to his face and Iwaizumi barely had time to register what was going on until Mattsun was chasing a squeaking Hanamaki all around the gym. Iwaizumi felt a vein popping in his forehead. 

“Hey! Can you st-

“Iwa-chan, focus! Here I go!” 

Iwaizumi gasped, but he quickly pulled himself together and received a toss that made him vibrate to the core, his hands stinging after he hit the ball all the way back to Oikawa’s hands. 

“Good. One mo-

“Aaah! No!” A shriek followed by a soft thud made Iwaizumi's eyebrow twitch. “M-Mattsun, no- ahahahaha!”

“Oi, you two! Could you please-

All words got stuck in his throat as soon as he properly saw what was happening: Matsukawa, straddling Makki's waist, was tickling him mercilessly, his legs pressed against Hanamaki’s body to keep him in place. Iwaizumi widened his eyes and he could feel an unwanted warmth spreading across his cheeks as he stared at Mattsun's hands skillfully clawing his fingers against Makki's ribs.

It seemed that he hit a particularly soft spot because Hanamaki shrieked and hysterical laughter filled the gym.

Iwaizumi shuddered.

“Iwa-chan, all good?”

Iwaizumi gasped and he turned his head to see Oikawa, the setter was staring at him with one raised eyebrow and cocked head and Iwaizumi hoped the warmth against his cheeks was not too obvious. 

“Y-Yeah, all good,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “We- uh, we can continue.”

But it was impossible to continue with Hanamaki’s constant yelling: ‘please, stop!’, ‘I’ll do anything!’, ‘anywhere but there!’ Iwaizumi couldn’t function properly and it was not only Makki’s begging, but also Mattsun’s teasing: ‘Ho? Did I find a good spot?’, ‘Ah, I didn’t know you are ticklish here’, ‘Oh, it’s right here right? Right here.’

Iwaizumi felt his insides fluttering with each loud laugh and every teasing word. His hands were suddenly too sweaty and the warmth on his face travelled all the way down to his neck and around his ears - he was just not himself.

He didn't even got angry when a ball hit him in the face; his eyes constantly looking over where Mattsun was tickling the life out of Makki. Iwaizumi felt butterflies in his chest and he wanted to kick himself in the head. 

He really thought he had forgotten about this particular trait of his - school, practicing, falling in love with Oikawa, he was just too busy to actually stop and think about that. Besides, he kind of wanted to forget about it; he was a little tired of feeling flustered every time he saw people t-tickling each other. It was ridiculous, but who would’ve said that he’d be into that mood thanks to his best friends! In school! During practice! 

He bit the inside of his cheek. Oh god, he really wanted to be tickled.

“Hajime!” Iwaizumi jumped, his head turning to look at Oikawa. “Is everything alright? You’re doing awful today.”

Iwaizumi frowned; really, his boyfriend had no tact to say things like that. “I’m good. I’m just…” His eyes gravitated toward Makki and Mattsun, the tickling had stopped and Mattsun was helping Makki to get up, his legs were shaking and he was still giggling. “... tired.”

Oikawa hummed. “Then let’s call it a day,” he said, picking up some balls near him. “My parents aren’t home tonight. Wanna crash?” 

Iwaizumi nodded slowly, feeling a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. “Yeah, sure.”

“Good. Makki! Mattsun! Stop playing around and help clean up!”

-

The four separated in the exact same spot they always did since three years ago. Iwaizumi had to force out a smile as they waved goodbye to Makki and Mattsun. He really felt exhausted, and his heart kept skipping little beats when he recalled the events of, barely, one hour ago. He was still feeling flustered and he kind of wanted to scream right in the middle of that same street that he, desperately, needed someone to tickle him out of his mind. 

“You really are distracted today,” Oikawa mumbled, nudging Iwaizumi’s arm with his own. Iwaizumi jumped softly, looking at Oikawa and he couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m good.” He said apologetically, quickly averting his eyes from Oikawa’s before he could see through him.

Oikawa hummed, a playful smile overtaking his lips. “And you’re apologizing. I’m really worried.”

That made Iwaizumi laugh a little and he punched Oikawa in the arm, making him cry out in pain as he also laughed. “So savage, Iwa-chan!” He said, rubbing his arm.

Iwaizumi chuckled. “Shut it, or next it’s your face.”

“So mean!” Oikawa gasped, but he bumped against Iwaizumi, shyly reaching for his hand. Iwaizumi took it, giving it a soft squeeze. 

He probably would forget about everything once they settle down in Oikawa’s house.

-

“Tomorrow is a saturday, so you can stay over and we can watch movies all night,” Oikawa said too excitedly as soon as they were inside his house.

Iwaizumi chuckled, stepping out of his shoes and taking a deep breath. Oikawa’s house really smelled like Oikawa’s skin and it made Iwaizumi felt some kind of warmth inside his chest that almost made him forget about the terrible need he had within his heart. 

He sighed, stretching up to help clear his mind a little.

“We can do many other things,” Oikawa said, stealing Iwaizumi’s backpack from his shoulder and tossing it aside with his own. “Like playing a board game.”

“You are terrible at board games,” Iwaizumi said, smiling as Tooru wrapped an arm around his shoulders, guiding him toward the living room. 

“So mean! We can still play even if I’m bad at it, but I’m not!” Iwaizumi laughed, plopping into the couch, Oikawa right beside him. “We can also eat the whole fridge if we want to, we can go for a late night walk… Oh! And I can also tickle you until you are satisfied.”

Iwaizumi tensed up and his head quickly turned around to look at Oikawa. “H-Huh?”

“So I was right,” Oikawa said and Iwaizumi was not able to react before he was pushed back against the couch cushions, Oikawa straddling his waist. “I did notice when we were at the gym,” Oikawa started to explain, gathering Iwaizumi’s wrists in one of his colossal hands and pinning them above his head. Iwaizumi gasped, arching his back off the sofa momentarily and softly pulling at his trapped hands.  

“T-Tooru, what are you-

"You were looking at them very intently,” Oikawa continued. “Makki and Mattsun, I mean. When they were having that tickle fight.” Iwaizumi’s belly did a flip when Oikawa said ‘tickle’. “And your expression right now - so you still like being tickled, huh?”

Iwaizumi swallowed thickly. He did notice. Of course he did notice! There was no way Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t notice it! He had known about this since they were very young, (much to Iwaizumi’s embarrassment), but he thought Oikawa had forgotten about it, too. He really knew how to read Iwaizumi and that made him feel so vulnerable and exposed. 

He really wanted to say something, his mouth opening and closing over and over, but no words came out from his lips. 

Oikawa was smiling down at him and he couldn’t tell what that smile meant. 

“So Mattsun and Makki really triggered it out of you, hmm?” He asked and Iwaizumi flinched and gasped when Oikawa’s free hand was suddenly latching to his side. “Now that I think about it, you haven't gifted me with your laughter in a while, Iwa-chan. Shall we change that?"

“O-Oikawa, hold on. I- I don’t know what- ah! Wait! Wahahahait!”

There was an explosion of butterflies in his tummy when Oikawa's hand started to squeeze up and down his side. The electrifying feeling making his skin cover with goosebumps as he arched and squirmed, not away, but right into Oikawa’s hand, looking for more of that maddening sensation.

Oikawa hummed and Iwaizumi could hear his thought: ‘So he really wanted it’, and Iwaizumi wanted to disappear, but he also so desperately wanted to enjoy the feeling for a little longer. 

“Wait for what, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa teased. “Are you going to tell me where are you the most ticklish?”

It’s not like he didn’t know, but that teasing was enough to have Iwaizumi feeling himself blushing brightly as he shook his head, his eyes tight shut as growly giggles left his mouth. “S-Staha- Stop! Thi- Thihis… is n-noahat-!” He could barely speak through his clenched teeth.

“Hm? Why are you trying to hold back?” Oikawa asked as he squeezed a certain spot near Iwaizumi’s waist that made him squeak and bite on the inside of his cheeks. “Iwa-chan, I thought you enjoyed this. Should I stop?” he started to slow down and Iwaizumi gasped.

“No! I- haa! Ahahaha!” Iwaizumi let out bright, loud barks of laughter when Oikawa reached for one of his armpits, scribbling against his shirt that offered little to no protection to the tickle spot. 

“There we go! I wanted to torture you a little more before tickling you here, but you are so stubborn!" Iwaizumi shook his head, the tickling in his exposed underarm making him arch his back off the couch as much as he was allowed with Oikawa straddling him.

"You really like this spot huh? Look how happy you look! What about here? Is it just as ticklish?" Oikawa asked and Iwazumi squeaked when he felt his other armpit under attack 

Oikawa jumped from underam to underarm, scribbling and then vibrating his fingertips right in the center, knowing that Iwaizumi was really ticklish there - meanwhile Hajime cackled, his head shaking back and forth as he weakly pulled at his trapped arms, jumping everytime Oikawa tickle a super sensitive spot. 

Oikawa used his middle finger to poke all around Iwaizumi's armpit and Hajime giggled hysterically, his body reacting on its own, flinching to the side even thought Iwaizumi wanted to arch against that evil finger. 

Oikawa laughed, "what's so funny, Hajime? Does it tickle that much? I'm only poking you!" He teased, as he moved the poking lower to the hollow of Iwaizumi's underarm. 

"T-Tohohohoru! N-Nahahaha!" 

Iwaizumi couldn't stop giggling like crazy because having his arms pinned up just made him feel so nervous and tingly - but the feeling of those playful and quick pokes was just too ticklish and fun; his insides were fluttering as a permanent blush covered his cheeks. 

"S-Stahahap teheheHAHAHA!" He squeaked, jumping away when Oikawa poked a spot too close to his ribs. 

Oikawa beamed. "What was that? Oh! Now I remember!" He said placing his hand in that tender spot between Iwaizumi's ribs and armpit, Hajime shuddered, shaking his head softly.  "The other day I actually saw Mattsun tickling this spot on Makki and it made him lose his mind!"

"N-Nohoho, plehehehease!" Iwaizumi whimpered, his chest fluttering with excitement, knowing full well that that spot is actually a very nice spot of his, too. 

"Right here, he just... squeezed like this- oh! So you're also ticklish there!"

Iwaizumi shrieked and laughter bubbled out of his lips, his back arching again as he kicked his legs, his heels digging into the couch. He could barely hear Oikawa's laughs over his own, the soft, but gentle squeezes in that sensitive muscle making him feel like his whole body was vibrating. 

"Plehehehease! Pl-plehehease!" 

"Please, please, what, Iwa-chan? You have to speak properly!" Oikawa teased playfully. He stopped the playful tickling over that spot, but Hajime didn't even have the chance to catch his breath before he snorted when Oikawa suddenly moved to the same spot but on his other side.

"Oh goodness, that was so cute! Can you do it again?" Oikawa asked, his face bright like a child with a new toy. 

Iwaizumi shook his head, his cheeks turning even more redder as he felt himself getting weaker and weaker the more Oikawa tickled him, and he was barely at his ribs! He knew Oikawa wouldn't stop there, he'd definitely continue until he reached that spot that just put Iwaizumi in some kind of tickle subspace. 

His heart skipped a beat just at the thought of it. 

After a few minutes of endless squeaks and loud laughs, Oikawa finally moved down to properly tickle Iwaizumi's ribcage, which was a little less ticklish than his armpits, but still too sensitive to allow him to form coherent words between his loud laughter. 

"G-Gahahahaha! N-nohohoho!"

"Yes, you keep saying 'no' and 'please', but don't think you can fool me." Iwaizumi knew he could never fool Oikawa. "You haven't told me to stop not even once, Iwa-chan. So I will continue until you wet your pants," Oikawa promised with a wide smile.

"It's-ihihihit's tihihihicklish!" 

Oikawa fondly rolled his eyes. "Well, yes, that's the whole point! Now, stop squirming so much, I have to count your ribs, Iwa-chan. I think a ball hit you around here earlier and I don't want you to have a broken rib."

Iwaizumi gasped between his laughter. "No! I dohohon't! N-Nahahaha, plehehehease!"

"One..." Oikawa did a long pause as his finger playfully tickled the highest of Iwaizumi's ribs until he made sure to use every possible technique against the bone, Iwaizumi was laugh wholeheartedly. "Two..."

"My gahahahahad! Plehehehease!"

"Stop moving, I'm losing count! Do you want me to start over?!" Iwaizumi shook his head no. "Oh, you have to stay really still because I know that this set of ribs right here - oh yes, right there. They're super sensitive, aren't they?" 

Iwaizumi shrieked when soft fingers dug and vibrated against those certain ribs on his left side that were just so painfully ticklish. Goosebumps rose on his skin - he felt the muscles of his ribs twitching at the ticklish touch. It felt amazing, but it also tickled too bad! 

"And I know they're ticklish on the other side too~" Oikawa sang, moving to claw at those same ribs on Iwaizumi's other side. 

Iwaizumi cackled. "TohohoHOHORU! N-nahahat thehehere!" He begged, mostly because his right mind told him too, but he didn't exactly want it to stop just yet.

Oikawa gasped, not stopping at all. "Not here? Then where? Your stomach?"

Iwaizumi nodded, his laughter getting a bit wheezy after all the forced laughter. 

"Your stomach is not even that ticklish, Iwa-chan!" He whined, but he actually moved to tickle Iwaizumi's belly. 

Iwaizumi nodded, his laughter slowly dying down as Tooru vibrated his finger against the tight muscles of his tummy - he really wasn't that ticklish there, but he still giggled uncontrollably, tears of laughter clinging to his lashes and nose getting a bit runny after laughing so much. 

"Oh my gohohohahahad! You ahahahre so cruhuhuel!" He giggled out, trying to hide his flushed face against the side of his arm. 

Oikawa laughed, "who? Me? But Iwa-chan, I haven't even tickled you in your weakest spot! You don't know how cruel I can be!"

"Oh n-nohohoHAHAhaha!" A squeak surprised him when he felt Oikawa's fingers wiggling into his bellybutton, his nose crinckled at the sensation and he shook his hips a little. 

"What a cute dance."

"Stohohop thahahat!"

"What? So you don't want me to tickle you here anymore either?! Jeez, Iwa-chan!" Iwaizumi squeaked when Oikawa suddenly grabbed his wrists and tucked his hands under his knees, pinning him there. "So you're basically begging me to tickle you there, right?"

"No! Nohohoho! Anywhehehere but thehehere! Eek!" Iwaizumi squealed when Oikawa, after he made sure Iwaizumi's hands were properly pinned under his knees, reached down to pull at Iwaizumi's pants, exposing those sharp and so ticklish hipbones. 

He also pulled his shirt up, revealing up to his navel.

"Yes, yes, yes, 'anywhere but there'," Oikawa mocked, "but when I was tickling your ribs you were saying 'not there, not there', so you can't use that excuse anymore. Here I go."

"No! Nonono, w-wahahait, I- AHAHAHA!" His entire body bucked at the sudden squeeze attack on both hips before he started to squirm as much as his strength allowed him. Wild, loud and unrestrained laughter poured out of him non-stop. 

"Not there! Nahahat thehehere!" Iwaizumi pleaded. 

"I told you that's not valid anymore!"

His hips were definitely his weakest spot, any brushing right there drained all of his strength (and laughter), and it incapacitated him from fighting against the feeling that always drove him crazy. 

Iwaizumi shook and thrusted his hips as his mind stopped functioning and he could only focus on the torture against his hips. 

"Oh, does it tickle a lot?"

Iwaizumi could barely nod as he tried to dislodge his poor ticklish hipbones from Oikawa's mean fingers.

"These poor hips of yours will be tickled until I get tired, Hajime~" Oikawa teased and Iwaizumi could only squeak softly before his body started to shake with silent laughter. Oikawa giggled. "Did your lose your voice?"

Iwaizumi nodded, tears of laughter falling from the sides of his face as a little snort vibrated in his nose, but still no sound came out from his smiley mouth. 

Not only did he lose his voice, he lost his mind! Only one thought could possible run though his mind at that moment: 'it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!'it was just too intense, but he was enjoying every second of it and deep inside, he just didn't want it to stop ever. 

"Hmm, I don't know, should I stop?" 

Iwaizumi nodded again, trying to push Oikawa off him; Oikawa laughed. "Should I really stop, though?" Iwaizumi nodded again, throwing his head back and arching off the couch. "Okay, okay. Only because your face is too red," he said and he stopped as fast as he started. 

But Iwaizumi took a hot minute to recover himself from that silent laughter just to keep laughing for another minute, then giggling until Oikawa was joining in too, trying to fan Iwaizumi's face with his hand. 

"Stop! Why are you giggling?!" Oikawa laughed and Iwaizumi seemed like he was just broken. "If you keep giggling I'll tickle your hips again!" That only caused him to laugh even more and Oikawa could only shake his head fondly and help Iwaizumi to sit properly.

"I'm gonna fetch you some water. Calm down, silly," Oikawa said, kissing Iwaizumi's forehead before leaving. 

Iwaizumi's body felt tingly all over; his hips still twinkling with very ticklish aftershocks. He sighed in delight when he finally calmed down - satisfaction overtaking him. It was great, more than he could've ever asked for, but know that it was over, he felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and his flushed cheeks reddened even more.

He had to face Oikawa now... After what they did. Maybe he can actually jump off the window and-

"Ah, you are fine now!" Iwaizumi jumped and he looked up to see Oikawa lending him a glass of water. "Hydrate yourself, hm? You laughed too much," Oikawa said and Iwaizumi only bowed his head before taking the glass. 

He drank the whole thing, feeling suddenly thirsty after the water touched his lips. Oikawa only chuckled at his side and he gently rubbed his back. 

"Calm down. You'll get the hiccups," he warned before he cleared his throat. Oh, no. "Hajime." Oh, no, here we go. Is he angry? "You know, you shouldn't feel ashamed when you feel like you want to get tickled." Iwaizumi nearly chocked on his last sip.

"Y-yes?" He asked, holding the glass between his hands. 

Oikawa smiled tenderly at him. "You can always be honest with me, Iwa-chan! I think it's cute that you like it. I like it that you like it. So, next time, please tell me and I'll happily do the job~" He sang, poking Iwaizumi's side, making him jump and giggle nervously. "I'm honest, Hajime. I like to indulge you in things like these." 

Iwaizumi's face was unhealthy red as he chuckled shyly, his eyes averting from Oikawa's. "As if I was capable to do such thing."

Oikawa laughed. "Then good for you your amazing boyfriend is so good at reading your expressions, hmm?" He teased, leaning close to Iwaizumi's face, a warmth smile on his face. 

Iwaizumi smiled, nudging his nose against Oikawa's. "Yeah, I'm thankful for this amazing boyfriend of mine."

It was Oikawa's turn to flush bright red and he whined, covering his face with his hands. "Stupid Iwa-chan! You can't say things like that out of the sudden!” 

"I'm just saying the truth." Iwaizumi said, leaning in to leave a tender kiss against Oikawa's lips. "Thank you... for doing this. I love you. I really, really love you."

"Hajime! I love you too, you idiot!!" Iwaizumi's laughter ringed through the whole house as Oikawa tickled him as revenge. 

Not that Iwaizumi minded, and he knew Oikawa didn't mind either. There was time to watch movies and everything else later, right now, their playful and loving moment mattered the most.

Maybe Iwaizumi can be a little brave and actually ask for it... some day.

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Thrown into It

Part: 1,2,3,4,5, 6, 7, 8

Part 9: Titles at Momo’s

How the fuck did I get here? We were just going over math damn it. Why did we have to train my powers? It’s not like I’m gonna be a pro hero! I’m not main character material after all. Have you seen what I'm packing? All bone and fat. No muscle to this bitch. “Y/n! Cmon! Keep your head out of the clouds!” Ochako called from the front. I can only nod my head and try not to faint. Right now me and the main character gang are walking to Momo’s house. Apparently this is an impromptu sleepover. Momo told us that she’ll cover everything we needed so now we’re just walking. Don't worry the cast dragged me to the local train station before hand and Inko was cool with this somehow. What even is this? “Y/n? Are you alright?” I hear before Tenya- fuck I mean Iida nudge me. It’s so weird acting like a stranger to people you already know. “Oh, um.. Y-yeah just a little.. I don't know how to explain it? Anxious?” I try to look at him but his straight laced demeanor and overall physic is intimidating in itself. “There is nothing to worry about though! Surely Midoryia has told you that we are trustworthy!” He declares while chopping his hand around. I try to hold in my laugh but fail miserably. “Did I do something funny?!” He shouts defensively while chopping more. Fuck its just as funny in person-. I feel eyes fall on me as I just keep laughing. “I-oh holly crap- fuckin give me a minute holy shit-” I takes deep breaths while the group mumbles something about me being weird. “S-sorry- Just.. The fucking hand chops kill me- you remind me of C3PO..” I whip a tear from my eye but when I focus back on the group they all look clueless as to what I was saying. “Um.. Y’know? Star Wars?” I prompt but all look just as clueless. Does this universe not have star wars? “What's that?” Tsuyu asks with a small kero. I couldn't only stare. “Just the greatest movie franchise to grace the planet! Yknow- fuckin-” I cover my mouth and inhale deeply. “Luke, I am your father!” They all glance at each other. “Y/n is it something from your home?” I feel my eye twitch but give up. “Yeah it is, and it's amazing.” I sigh. “What might it be about?” Tokoyami asks. His eyes widened at my overwhelming joy. Midoryia chuckles and smiles along with me. “Now you did it-” Before tonight Izuku made the mistake of asking me who my favorite hero was.

The rest of the journey was me basically explaining all of star wars to them without giving the major spoilers. At some points they had to smack me since in my excitement I was babbling nonsense. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Momo seemed to be the most invested in it from what I could tell. “Does the princess ever go home?” Ochoko questions. Momo interrupts me with a pointer finger. “There it is!”  She announces at the sight of the gates. She runs up ahead of us and speaks into the microphone. Not even two minutes later and the gate opens up to us, two white golf carts not too far behind. “Dude how rich are you..?” I mumble into the open air. She only laughs. I turned to Ochoko, then to Izuku, both of whom shook to the core over how long the driveway was. “My goodness! You have golf carts too Yaoyorozo?” Tenya acquires when two while golf carts pull up to the gate. The fuck even is this bull shitery? “Only for when I’m lazy.” She defends before hopping on the back of one of the carts. We all follow suit and within a few minutes we are in front of a behemoth of a mansion. “Welcome home everyone!” She cheers. The carts come to stop at her front door and holy fuck I am too intimidated to move. 

Everyone gets out of the carts while me and Ochoko take in the sight that is Momo’s home. It was larger than my house, that's for sure. It was also weastern, made of what looked like marble with stone accents near the front door and side of the house. The windows were large and peaking from the roof were two brick chimneys. “Are you two going to stay there all night?” Tenya called with what looked like a cocky smile. “Oh shush Mr. My brother is a pro hero!” I called playfully. His cheeks flashes a bright red and turns to Midorya while I slowly get up, help a dazed Ochoko in the process, and make my way to the front door. Izuku was mumbling about every small detail while Tsu and Tokoyami were notably quiet through this whole ordeal. Momo turned to us and smiled. “My mother and Father are out of town, visiting friends and the likes, so we have the whole house to ourselves!” She rings the doorbell and not even a second later, it opens to a maid. I could feel my face heat up at the sight of any of the main characters in that outfit like that, even though it wasn't that revealing. “Y/n are you okay?” Tokoyami asks about my flushed face but I just cough it off. “Oh my! Are you catching something?” Momo asks before turning to the maid. “Please get them some hot chocolate and hot tea! Also prepare my room with extra blankets, clothes, and pillows.” The young woman bows before walking away from us. “You didn't have to-! I'm not sick!” I tried but I was silenced by Momo rushing to me and covering my forehead with her hand. I jumped at how close we were. “You're burning up! C'mon! You can have a guest room.” She makes some medical masks for the group but Tsu backs me up. “Momo I think you’re overreacting.. Kero.” But she doesn't stop to hear reason, only dragging me through her maze of a house and shoving me into a room. “There should be a maid coming. Once she’s here she’ll give you something to wear.” And before I could say anything she closed the door. What the fuck. Why the fuck. I thought this was the training arch not the filler episode. I swear to god if one of the boys walks in on me changing I will murder. 

Thank god that wasn't the case. A maid got me some silk jammies and directed me to another room. It wasn't until I walked in did I realize it was Momo’s room. And holy crap was she a hero fan damn- I’m talking hero’s of all shapes and sizes. Ethnicities and races. Genders of all kinds. Some of the posters were black and white while others were neon and vibrant. All were framed and signed on the wall parallel to the door. “Holy-” I started but Momo caught me. “Y/n! It's good to see you out first!” She says just loud enough from her king size canopy bed. Her bedroom- in length- was the size of me and Midoryia’s rooms connected and then some. On the wall to my right were instruments, a desk, and cubicles for storage while the rest of the room was empty. Well scratch that, there was a rug. But it was small and a bright white, a needed contrast with the equally white was and dark floors. “Yeah.. um.. How do you know my size..?” I ask while motioning to my pjs. She laughs lightly. “Cmon! Come sit on my bed!” OKAY just leave me in the dark on that creepy fact then. Wordlessly I wander to the bed and take a sit right beside her. “So Y/n, tell me about yourself.” I glance up at her and play with my hair. “I'm not that interesting, trust me.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Oh please! There must be more to you than your quirk! I know I’m more than mine!” She assures. I kick my legs and think for a moment. “I'm a big nerd. I love fantastical worlds, and possibilities that probably won't happen. For better or worse.” I say with a nervous chuckle. “Really?” She asks. I nod and humor her. “YEah- I uh.. I write, draw, sing, creative stuff mostly. But I don’t think I’m that creative honestly.” She loosens her posture. “Well then, prove it!” I jumped at her request. “O-Oh um- I don't think-” 

“Madam, the other guests are ready!” A maid calls after a knock. Momo sighs “Let them in then!” With that the maid from before lets in the rest of the group, all in t-shirts and pajama pants/ shorts. Aside from Iida. He has a classic set of pajamas and a nightcap to go with the ensemble. “Thank you so much for the pj’s Momo!” Ochoko says with a smile, rushing up to us and hugging her in gratitude. “Oh it’s no problem at all.” “What were you guys talking about kero?” Tsuyu prompts. “Oh-” Momo starts but i cut her off. “Oh nothing interesting!” She glances at me and lightly slaps my arm. “Nonsense. Y/n was just telling me about their hobbies. Apparently they write and do art!” Tokoyami perks at this. “What do you write L/n?” I scratch the back of my neck “Ahahahaha- wouldn’t you like to know..” Tenya’s eyes narrow. “Certainly nothing unsavory? Right Y/n?” Fuck his glasses are reflecting light- f u c k. “Oh nooooo! Nothing like that. Mostly self indulgent romantic crap, some angst-“ Izuku gasped. “Y/n! You write angst!?” Of course Midorya’s the only one who knows that I’m talking about. “Strange. Why is your face a rose then?” Tokoyami teases. His tone says otherwise but that knowing glance is dangerous. “Ahahahaha- Tokoyami you jokester-” I get up close to him and say through my teeth. “You cant out me like this man-! Not here!” Over my shoulder I hear Ochoko laugh. “You remind me Jiro-chan, Y/n. She always gets flustered like this when she’s embarrassed.” I back up from Tokoyami and turn to the group. “Wait what?”

“Oh! You don't know Jiro, but she's so smart and talented.” Ochoko says. “Oh yeah, I know her.” I say casually but when I see Momo’s eyes widen I try to recover. “Me and my dad saw her on the TV. Y'know during UA’s annual sports festival. She had dangles on her ear lobes right?” I scratch the back of my neck for a moment to sell it. Thankfully Momo took the bait because she slowly nodded. “That’s her. She is very smart. Don’t underestimate her when you meet her.” Tyu nods. “What was her score on the midterms?”  Midorya hums for a moment. “I don't remember if she told us, but she was up there in ranking..” Before Izuku could go on a mumbling tangent, Iida inquired on the subject. “Seventh in class ranking I think.” The group hums in agreement before turning back to me. “What were you on about before Y/n?” I think a moment before remembering. “Oooh!” I snapped my fingers. I exhale a little at my idiocy. “I just forgot that you guys use titles normally. I was just a little confused.” Tenya’s glasses brightened in the light. Crap. “Shouldn’t you have researched on Japanese culture before you came to Japan Y/n?” He gets up close to me as he says that. “Uhh well.. yasee- I was kind of in a rush to get here and I don't have a phone anymore.. My dad thought it would be a great idea to take away my phone before I go to a whole ‘nother country soooo..” Great job Y/n. Nothing like feeding into the idiot father trope. Dad would be so proud of your creative genius. “And I've been so busy with school and my room..”

“Wow.” the group mumbles. “YEeeeah.. Not the brightest bulb.” I mumble dryly. “Well, surely we can teach you a few things.” Midorya counters. “No one is hopeless unless they don't bother to try! And you want to try don't you?” He says with that signature baby boy smile. I laugh a little at that bright fire in his eyes. That want to help is gonna make him a great hero one day. “Of course! If you guys can teach me that is.” I looked over at the group. Collectively they nod. Que the anime montage.

I was woken up by Midoya at twelve. Am not pm mind you. Momo was kicking us out. “I’m sorry! My parents just called and said they were on their way back home as we speak!” She defended sadly as me and Midorya were finishing up getting our shoes back on. Apparently because of my sleeping habits, Midorya had to watch all of his other friends leave until it was just him and Momo alone in her house together. “Dude, it's okay. Calm down.” I said with a slightly worried smile. Midorya was patiently waiting for me outside with a new duffle bag of his clothes for the night before and some new ones that Momo gave him this morning. “It was an honor staying here for the night Yaoyorozo-sama.” I say with a bow once both my shoes are on. She gasps, a light blush covering her cheeks from the title. But she smiles nonetheless. “It is an honor to meet you too, Y/n-san. And please, call me Momo.” She says with a smile, bowing after. We both rise and I smile back to her before walking out the door. “Y/n-chan, what took you so long?” Midorya asked. “Nothin. Just telling Momo thank you. And chan? Really?” He laughs. “What? Don't like being babied?”

“Oh screw you.”

[enrinkari]

Love is a Scien...tist

Notes: UM. I haven’t written a damn thing in 8ish years so. I’M SORRY THIS IS SO ROUGH AND PROBABLY NOT IN CHARACTER AT ALL I JUST REALLY WANTED TO WRITE orz But yeah. Also near the end you’ll see I have a specific HC for Flug. :x Um. Please don’t hate on this or me too much thank you.

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Dr. Flug was glad he had made his last will and testament out before going into Black Hat’s office, because he knew what he was about to tell his boss was going to be the thing that actually drove Black Hat over the edge to kill him.

And he was right.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE ORDERED YOU OFF OUR WEBSITE?! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET ON THERE?!” the demon roared at his quivering employee, fire erupting behind him.

“I-I-I don’t know s-s-sir! I d-d-didn’t put m-m-m-myself t-t-there!”

“YOU’RE NOT TRYING TO LEAVE, ARE YOU FLUG?” Black Hat basically flew in a rage across the room to pick Flug up by his shirt and get right up in his face, with Black Hat’s face turning more monstrous by the second.

“N-N-N-N-NO SIR I WOULD N-N-N-N-NEVER!” yelped Dr. Flug, trying to sink as far away as he could. He started to see his life flash before his eyes before the scene was interrupted by laughter. “Ohohoho someone actually wanted you, doctor?!”

Both Black Hat and Dr. Flug looked up to see Demencia hanging off the ceiling, looking down at them with a huge grin on her face. “I can’t believe it! Who would want a weakling like you?! Ahahahaha!”

“Demencia, do you have something to do with this?” Black Hat dropped Flug on the ground and crossed his arms. Demencia dropped off the ceiling and landed on her feet right in front of him.

“I just thought we could get some alone time, Bon-Bon~,” she said, voice dripping with infatuation. “To get to know each other better, hehehe.”

“But h-h-how did you do it?” Dr. Flug asked, standing up off the floor. “Only I have access to the website. And, y-y-you don’t know how to do a-a-anything on it.”

“What like it was hard?” she giggled. “I paid 5.0.5. in treats to distract you while you were adding new things and then just copy and pasted what you had already done! The hardest part was trying to come up with nice things to say to try to get you ordered!”

Both Flug and Black Hat had to admit that for Demencia, that was a pretty good plan. “Okay, but did you forget you still have orders to fill from your little video stunt a few weeks back? Including one that you are supposed to be at right now?” Black Hat growled. Demencia blinked a few times, thinking. She then laughed nervously and ran out of Black Hat’s office, seeming to remember her job. Black Hat put his face in his hand, sighing. “I will never understand how ANYTHING gets done around here...”

“S-s-sir, about the order...” Flug barely spoke loud enough to be heard. He had a guess that Black Hat was less angry about the whole thing, but still knew one wrong word and it was over for him. “S-should I cancel it?”

“Hmm. How much did you actually go for, Doctor?” Black Hat looked at him, unamused but without the anger from just a few minutes ago. “And for how long were you ‘rented’ for?”

“Ummm, o-only for a day, Black Hat sir.” Flug dug thru his pockets to find the printed order form. Finding it, he took it out and looked at it. “And...um...” He let out a small gasp. “Um...They paid extra for me to be there tomorrow...”

“Well, how MUCH DOCTOR? MY PATIENCE WITH THIS IS WEARING VERY VERY THIN.”

“S-s-s-sorry sir! Um... A...million...dollars?”

Black Hat was quiet for just a few seconds as he let this knowledge settle in the air. A smile then started to form on his face. “Well, well. Maybe I should have told you to rent yourself out sooner, Flug.”

“Y-you actually want me to g-g-go?” Flug was not expecting this.

“It’s only for a day, Flug. Plus, this will be good for you!” Black Hat put his arm around Flug, smiling even bigger. “You need a day out, plus you can you this to check out another villain’s operations and see just how good you have it here.” He then put his arm around Flug’s neck to lightly start choking him. “But if you even think for one second about not coming back...”

“N-n-n-never s-s-sir!” Flug gasped. “I o-o-o-only s-s-serve y-y-you!”

“Good.” Black Hat released Flug and turned his back to him. “Now go back and get ready. I expect nothing but good things from you tomorrow Doctor.”

“Y-y-yes sir Black Hat sir!” With that Flug ran out of the office. He needed to pack not only basic equipment, but protection to keep himself safe, because he just “forgot” to tell Black Hat who placed the order, and hoped Black Hat wouldn’t find out until he was already gone for the day.

It just so happened that it wasn’t until the next morning, after Flug had been gone a few hours, that Black Hat even thought about who was paying so much for his scientist. It was weird of Flug to not tell him. He told 5.0.5 to bring him the order form, and when he saw who it was his slammed his desk so hard he broke it and the floor beneath it. “IT. WAS. HER?!?!?! FUCK!!!” He then stormed out of his office, on his way to his generous client.

~~~

Yup. Flug was still going to die, just out of...how grossed out he was. He stood outside the gate of what, on the outside, looked like a normal, if unusually large and pink, factory. But it was really the headquarters of a villain that, like Black Hat, also sold items to others, but her items were available to the public, and made them do her bidding, all while making her money. Her and Black Hat had a heated rivalry, which made this whole thing suspicious to Flug, but he had always wanted to see how she made people mind controlled, and maybe while he was here he could “borrow” a few samples to use for his own inventions. Sighing, he pressed the button he assumed buzzed the guard station to let him in. He immediately became flushed as it gave off a moaning noise in a women’s voice. “I hate her I hate her I hate her,” he grumbled. The gate then opened, and he walked in towards the factory.

What couldn’t be seen from the outside was that there were mini gardens all over the outside, with beautiful flowers and places to sit and just enjoy it all. It was making Flug more uncomfortable by the second. He was so busy looking around he didn’t see her floating to him until it was too late.

“Fluggy-pooooooo!” He glanced up just in time for his head to be smothered in breasts as she hugged him. “I was getting worried you wouldn’t show!!!”

Flug, even more flustered than before, quickly pulled himself from her grasp and back up a few steps. “Hello, Aphro-die-tea.” He looked her over to see what...revealing outfit she had on today while mentally going over what he knew about her.

Aphro-die-tea; named after the Greek goddess of love. Blue eyes, long blonde hair, 5′ 7″, 36E cup which she swears is real, weight and age unknown. Sells love based items to ‘help people achieve true love’ but often has heinous consequences. Also uses her voluptuous figure to get what she wants. Wearing her most common outfit today: a red bikini armor and red heels, which were custom made to allow her to float up to 6 inches in the air. Also carries a gold staff with her everywhere.

Aphro giggled. “Oh Fluggy-poo, do sound happier to be here. I’m paying a pretty penny to get you to visit little ol’ me.”

“Why did you want me to come over here, anyways?” Flug asking, eyes narrowed. “Don’t you hate the Black Hat Organization?”

She giggled again. “Oh no sweetie. I hate Black Hat, sure, but I do understand that he’s running a business, which is STRESSFUL. It’s a wonder my skin is still as smooth as it is!” She smiled sweetly at Flug and he could feel his heart skip a beat. “No, I don’t hate you, Fluggy. In fact, I need your help with something my own group of scientists can’t figure out. If they can’t figure it out, then you’re the only person who can.”

“Well, I am the world’s greatest evil scientist... Heck, the world’s greatest scientist period!” Flug nodded at Aphro. “I will require a tour of the factory tho, so I know exactly what all I am dealing with.”

She hugged him again, and for the 2nd time in his life Flug’s face was covered in breasts. “OH I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU FLUGGY!!!”

Once again Flug pulled away from her. I can’t fall for her flirting tactics, he reminded himself. Just focus on getting in, stealing samples, and getting back to Black Hat. Yes, just think of Black Hat.  “Well let’s go on a tour!” Aphro exclaimed with glee, grabbing Flug’s hand and pulling him behind her.

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He tried hard to not show it, but Flug was impressed with how Aphro ran her business. She had hired (or brainwashed?) conventional attractive women to work for her, and there was a tight efficiency to everything. Imagine if we had someone besides just me working at BHO, he thought. Maybe I could actually get some rest. She had her current top seller on the assembly line today. “Love Goggles! Get the object of your affections to put these on and you’ll be the only one they see. Of course, if they try to take the goggles off, they’ll go blind, but if they don’t want to look at you why should they be allowed to look at others?” Aphro took a finished pair off the line and handed them to Flug. “A gift for you, Fluggy-poo. Maybe they could replace your current goggles?” She laughed at her own joke and kept floating forward. Flug shuddered and put the goggles in his pocket. At least he didn’t have to steal these. He was curious at how they worked, and was already thinking of ways to turn them into a product they could sell.

Aphro guided him to what appeared to be a cafeteria. “Are you hungry Fluggy? It’s lunch time and I have the BEST chefs here. Healthy food that tastes delicious? That’s a real scientific breakthrough.”

“N-no, I um... had a big breakfast before I got here,” Flug lied. He couldn’t risk eating anywhere except in private. “But I am thirsty, so maybe a water with a straw?”

“Oh nonono you HAVE to have some green tea! It’ll help you relax and feel more at ease around here! I can tell you’re still so tense!” Aphro lightly hit the bottom of her staff on the ground and one of the caferteria workers ran over. “A kale smoothie for me, and a green tea with a straw for our guest, please.” The worker nodded and run off to get the drinks. “Come Fluggy, let’s sit and talk for a few.” She floated over to a table and sat down, motioning Flug to sit next her. Instead, he sat in front of her across the table, causing her to pout a little. “What, don’t you like me Fluggy?”

“At best I have a neutral opinion of you Aphro,” Flug replied matter-of-factly. Which is why he was surprised when Aphro laughed at his reply.

“Well at least you’re honest to me. I respect that.” She brushed her hair behind her shoulders and looked off to the side. “I must ask, tho, why were you up for rent on the website? Black Hat tired of you already?”

“Of course not,” Flug answered hastily. At least if he is he hasn’t shown it yet. “It was a prank by other one of our... employees.”

“Oh, Demencia?” Aphro closed her eyes and laughed lightly. “I gotta admire that girl. She really loves your boss. I’ve tried selling my products to her but it was a no go.” She sighed. “Guess she’s smarter than your average lizard/human hybrid.”

I’M GONNA KILL DEMENCIA I COULD HAVE HAD APHRO’S ITEMS ALREADY AAAAAAAAA. “Yeah well thanks to her, I’m here,” he grumbled, before quickly adding. “Um, no offense!”

Aphro opened her eyes and looked at Flug, smiling. “No, I get it Doctor. This isn’t your ideal day, so I do thank you for keeping my order and coming over.” At this time, the worker came over and delivered their drinks and ran back to her post. Flug and Aphro drank in awkward silence.

“Um, I do actually enjoy this tea, so, um, thanks for suggesting it,” Flug finally said, trying to break the silence.

“Oh I KNEW you would like it!” Aphro said happily. She got a sly look on her face. “Tho I don’t know why you need a straw. You could just take off your bag...”

“Nope. We’re not doing this,” Flug said monotone. “I have not, and will not, take this bag off for anyone.”

“Not even Black Hat?” Aphro questioned, leaning forward. The question caught Flug off guard. Would he? He imagined he’d have to if he wanted to keep his job - or his life. But Black Hat had never asked him to since he’d been hired. Why was that? Probably because he didn’t care. Flug was so wrapped up in this hypothetical that he almost didn’t notice Aphro was moving her staff to slowly lift up his bag until she accidentally dropped it. With that he quickly jumped up and pulled a laser gun out of his jacket, pointing at her. Almost as fast was every one else in the cafeteria pointing various guns at Flug.

“I told you Aphro. NO ONE.” Flug growled.

Aphro just stared at him. “I have never had someone point a weapon at me with so much malice, Doctor.” She picked up her staff and got up, floating over to Flug, who kept the gun pointed at her. “And honestly, I think I’ve found a new kink,” she whispered to him. She then giggled and ordered her workers to drop their weapons. “It’s okay ladies. It’s my fault. I disrespected our guest. I’m sorry Fluggy.”

Flug, a tad flustered by what she had whispered to him, slowly put his weapon back. “Apology accepted. Now can we just get to the lab so I can do what I came here to do? I don’t want to be gone too much longer or Black Hat might get mad.” Really, he just wanted to leave, but he knew he HAD to get into the lab.

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Ever since they left the cafeteria Flug had been feeling uneasy; like he was being followed, tho it was still just Aphro and him. He guessed it was because they were nearing her lab and he always felt like this in his lab. Black Hat had a habit of just appearing, so he never felt at ease. Trying to shake the feeling - and failing - he noticed that the way to the lab was dimly lit and difficult to navigate. “Um, can’t afford to light back here?” he asked, laughing nervously.

“Unlike your employer, I value my scientists and have it like this to make it hard for people to find where they are going,” she replied with a hint of hatred in her voice. “I’ve had one too many close calls between fellow villains and hero-types who say what I’m doing is ‘wrong’ and ‘illegal’. Plus the only way into the lab is with my staff, so I can keep constant watch on who goes there and what they do while there.”

“Wow. I didn’t think you took what you’ve got going so seriously, Aphro.”

“Why, is that a compliment from you Flug? I’m honored.” She smiled at him, but he could tell she was forcing it. What’s got her so pissed? Just a few minutes ago she was laughing at me! I hate women. Suddenly she stopped in front of a wall. “We’re here!”

“Where? There’s no door.”

“Didn’t I just say it only opens with my staff? Pay attention Doctor.” She slammed the bottom of her staff into the floor, and a pin pad appeared on the wall. “And of course a secret code only I know, just in case someone steals my staff.” Flug tried to watch her type in the code, but she just giggled. “Don’t even think about it Fluggy. I change it after every lab visit.”

“Wasn’t thinking about it anyways Aphro,” Flug lied. That uneasy feeling got especially strong for a second then went back to normal. However, Flug all forgot about it when the door opened and he finally walked into the lab.

For one, it was huge. At least double the size of his back at HQ, and his lab wasn’t small by any standards. It was in almost immaculate condition, fully stocked with everything an evil scientist could want or need. There where sections of the lab dedicated to different areas of science and research, with notes and blueprints lining the walls. He looked at one table and recognized the machine near it. “Hey, that’s our Medusa device! How did you get that?! I know you didn’t pay for one...”

“Oh, I’m just ‘borrowing’ it from one of your clients,” she said, sounding a bit nervous. “I just wanna see how it works Fluggy-pooooooo.”

“Fine, but I’m billing you for one. Now what is it you need me to do?” This was becoming more and more of a headache for him, and the uneasy feeling wasn’t going away either.

“Of course! Over here!” She started to float towards the very back corner of the huge lab. “My girls are bright, but we ran across this equation while researching, and we can’t figure it out. But you are the ‘world’s greatest scientist’ so it should be a piece of cake for you.”

“Where are your ‘girls’ anyways?” It seemed weird to Flug that in this huge lab, there was no one else but them two.

“I figured you wouldn’t want distractions while working, Fluggy.” She quickly floated behind him and put her arms around him. “Besides me, of course,” she whispered.

“P-p-please stop that Aphro, it won’t work on me,” he stammered, pulling her off him. She just giggled and sped ahead to the table. “Here’s your work table Fluggy! Sit down while I go get the equation!”

Flug sat down at the table and waited as Aphro disappeared from sight. “At least this is almost over,” he mumbled to himself. While he was amazed by the lab, he missed his lab. He missed 505 helping him. He even missed Black Hat when comparing him to Aphro. “Heh, that’s how you know I’m messed up. I’d rather be screamed at than have someone be kind to me.” He could have sworn he saw his shadow move on its own briefly, but before he could even think about it again, Aphro came back into view.

“Sorry! I forgot where I put it!” she yelled, waving a piece of paper in the air. She stopped beside the sitting Flug. “I got it tho. Here you go Fluggy-poo. Good luck!” She laid the paper down on the table and moved behind him.

“A scientist like me doesn’t need luck,” he said confidently, turning to look at the paper. He blinked a few times, caught off guard. Instead of the complex equation he was expecting, it was a crude drawing of Aphro flipping him off. “What the -” he started before gasping in pain as a needle went in his back. He collapsed on the table, unable to move.

“Oh Doctor, you silly thing, did you really think I was in need of your help?” Aphro’s voice, now laced with vemon, said. Flug tried to look at her, but he was starting to black out. “You pathetic man. Now go to sleep, Doctor. We have an important date when you wake back up.” Flug tried one more time to get up, but it was impossible. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m sorry Black Hat, sir.... were his last thoughts before he lost consciousness.

Aphro waited a few seconds to make sure he was out before celebrating. “Ahahahaha I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WORKED!” She kicked her feet in the air. “I got the dumb scientist! And soon I’ll be rid of that stupid organization he works for! Ahahaha!”

“Do you really think so, Aphro-Die-Tea?” a voice growled, and she turned in surprised.

“B-Black Hat?! When did you get here? HOW did you get here?!” she frowned, holding her staff close to her. “You shouldn’t have been able to get in here.”

“Aphro, do you really think you can stop me when I put any effort into anything?” he said, ice in his tone. “Your security is lax at best, and I didn’t have to try hard to find you. I just stayed in my doctor’s shadow. Literally.” He started to smile, showing his teeth. “By the way, I said MY doctor. Not yours. I will be taking him back now, and allowing you to live only because I do not have the time to waste on you.”

He narrowed his eyes when she started to laugh. “Oh Hatty, I think you’ll so realize that Fluggy-poo here is now completely devoted to me.” She snapped her fingers and Flug’s body stood straight up. His eyes were blank, however. “Fluggy, baby, attack.”

Black Hat had about half a second to wonder what was happening before having to dodge a shot from Flug’s laser gun. “Flug, what the hell are you doing?!” he hissed, before dodging another shot.

“I told you Hatty, he’s mine now! Flug, stop.” Flug stopped shooting at Black Hat and put the weapon down. “I injected him with a version of one of our products that makes the person you give it to listen to only you and love you forever.” She put her arms around Flug. “Of course, Flug’s version has no love involved, but I still think it works well enough. Don’t you Hatty?”

Black Hat frowned. Fucking Flug, getting himself into this mess. Now he was going to have to kill him. The thought of that made him feel something he wasn’t used to. Quickly shaking that feeling away, he hissed again and shot a tentacle at Aphro. Maybe killing her would break the control. He had to stop it suddenly tho when she moved Flug in front of her for protection, the tentacle stopping an inch from Flug’s chest.

“Oh my god. You care about him, don’t you?” Aphro taunted. “I cannot believe this. Black Hat caring about someone?!”

“I don’t care about him, I care about money, and for that I need him, you slut,” Black Hat growled back.

“Whatever. I was going to send him back to you like this, but since you’re here I can end it now.” She smiled like a maniac. “Fluggy, take Black Hat’s life.”

Flug pulled out a surgical knife from a pocket and cut into the tentacle in front of him, causing Black Hat to let out a yelp and draw it back. Flug then launched himself at his boss, trying to stab him. Black Hat easily blocked or dodged his attacks, but wasn’t doing much more. He was trying to figure out how to get out of this without having to find a new scientist. So he wasn’t paying attention to Aphro until she started to attack him as well with her staff.

“ＥＮＯＵＧＨ,” he howled, eight tentacles shooting from his body, pushing both Flug and Aphro away. He was starting to turn more monsterous; teeth were larger and sharper, his eyes glowing red, body becoming larger. “Ｉ ＷＩＬＬ ＮＯＴ ＴＯＬＥＲＡＴＥ ＴＨＩＳ ＡＮＹ ＬＯＮＧＥＲ. ＰＬＡＹ ＴＩＭＥ ＩＳ ＯＶＥＲ.” One of the tentacles picked up Flug, who was trying to get up off the floor, and slammed him against the wall, knocking him out. The other seven went straight for Aphro, who pressed a button on her staff and was surrounded by a force field before they could get her. Black Hat sent even more tentacles at her, slamming them against her force field.

“W-w-what are you?!” she screamed, grimacing, trying to hide her fear.

“Ｉ ＡＭ ＢＬＡＣＫ ＨＡＴ. ＡＮＤ Ｉ ＡＭ ＡＮＧＲＹ.” With a primal roar, he slammed all the tentacles down on her force field one more time, finally knocking it out and sending her straight into the ground. He slowly walked over to her. It looked like the force of his attack had knocked her heels offline, as well as breaking one of her legs. She was struggling to get up on her other leg, with no luck. “ＮＯＷ. ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤＹ ＴＯ ＡＰＨＲＯ－ＤＩＥ－ＴＯＤＡＹ？” he asked, wrapping a tentacle around her and pulling her right up to his face, his acid spit dripping on her.

“P-Please, Hatty, don’t. I’m sorry. I learned my lesson!” Aphro begged between sobs of both pain and fear. “I’ll do anything!”

“ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ？” Black Hat smiled and shifted back into his more human form, tho still held Aphro near him. “I was hoping you would say that. I will let you live, if you agree to be...acquired by the Black Hat Organization.” He gave a chuckle. “You can still run the day to day operations, of course. But you will serve me, and will do whatever I tell you to do. Do we have a business deal?” His smile got wider and more sinister.

“Like I have a fucking choice,” Aphro replied. “Deal, deal!”

“Good choice.” He dropped her, recalling the tentacle, then turned to where Flug laid. He walked over and gently picked him up. Besides being out cold, it looked like he didn’t have any other serious injuries. “Oh, Aphro, one more thing. How do I get my scientist back to normal?” he asked without looking at her.

“You can’t,” she said quietly, close to passing out herself due to pain. “The way the serum works is the person is under control until either they fulfill what the person wants them to do, or by a kiss from the one they love romantically.” She let out a small laugh before coughing. “So unless you let him kill you, I guess you’re out of a scientist.” She started to smile, but instead her eyes went wide and she started to cough and choke on her own blood. Black Hat had sent a tentacle straight thru her stomach.

“Aphro, I want you to remember this pain. Because if I can’t figure out a way to snap Flug out of this mind control, I will be back to inflict pain that is a thousand times worse.” He turned his head to look at her, eyes glowing red. “No matter where you are. I will find you, and make you wish you had never been born.” He looked forward and walked away, recalling the tentacle. As it left Aphro’s body, it left a sticky substance that healed the wounds it had caused. Aphro coughed up a little more blood before passing out.

~~

Black Hat frowned. It had been two days since he had brought Flug back, and he hadn’t been able to figure out how to break Aphro’s mind control. He currently had Flug in a makeshift cage in the lab. He had to keep him in it, or else Flug would try to attack him. “Well, you got any ideas, 505?” he asked, sighing. The bear was at least able to get close to Flug without being attack, but Flug didn’t react to him either. 505 jut looked at Black Hat and made sad bear noises.

“Flug, why did you get yourself into this mess? Why didn’t you just tell me who you were going to?! WHY DID YOU HIDE THIS FROM ME?!?!” Black Hat punched the wall, making a hole in it. He was angry Flug hid the info from him, but he was some other feeling he couldn’t place. It made him feel weird, like sick. He didn’t like it. “Ugh, Aphro said he’d either have to kill me, or get kissed by the one he, gags, loves.” He tapped his foot thinking. “Hmmm. 505. Go contact Demencia and tell her to get back here ASAP. If you have to, lie and say I miss her or some shit.” The bear, which had hid when Black Hat punched the wall, gave a quick “Awroo” and ran out of the lab.

Maybe Flug had feelings for Demencia. Maybe that would work. Black Hat growled. Demencia wouldn’t be back for days tho. He couldn’t have Flug stay like for this for that long. He walked up to the cage, but stayed out of Flug’s reach. Flug instantly tried hitting the demon. Black Hat sighed again. With a flick of his hand he locked the door to the lab. He didn’t want 505 to come in and see what was about to happen.

With another flick of his hand, the door to the cage opened. Flug, predictably, jumped at Black Hat, who easily caught and wrapped him up in a tentacle. He pulled a struggling Flug closer, looking at him closely. “Flug, if you can hear me, and remember this, if you tell anyone I will kill you with no hesitation,” he said quietly. He went to lift the paper bag off Flug’s head but Flug jerked his head at the same time, causing the paper bag to go flying. What was underneath made Black Hat feel surprise for the first time in centuries.

Flug was headless. Instead of a head, smoke hovered around where it should be, coming out of his neck. The thickest part of it covered the hole where his neck was, but without his bag holding the rest in place, it swirled around up to a foot above the base. Right now it was swirling about violently, as Flug started to struggle more.

Black Hat barely noticed, however. He was entranced by what was in front of him. He slowly put a hand in the smoke. It swirled around his arm, as if to try to attack him, but then it stopped. Though Flug was still struggling, the smoke, for some reason, calmed down. It lazily floated around Black Hat’s head. He twirled a finger in it, and it reacted by following his finger, like it liked it. “Doctor, you are full of surprises, aren’t you,” Black Hat finally said, in almost a whisper.

He put a hand in the middle of the smoke, where a head should be, and for a brief moment he pressed up against something invisible before he hand went through it. Pulling his hand back, he did it again, though more lightly, and felt something again. It was almost like Flug had an invisible head, but it barely held together under pressure. “Must be how that bag stays there,” Black Hat mused out loud. He lightly felt against it, and realized he was feeling a mouth. He ran his finger across Flug’s “lips”, causing the smoke to swirl wildly and Flug himself to briefly stop struggling. “Heh, you liked that didn’t you, Doctor?” Black Hat laughed. “Well, you better enjoy what is coming next.”

Lifting up Flug’s “head”, Black Hat leaned down and slowly kissed Flug on the “lips,” making sure to be gentle. The smoke swirled around Black Hat’s head, and Flug instantly went still. Okay, that’s enough. You can stop now, a voice in the back of Black Hat’s head said. But Black Hat didn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. The smoke was intoxicating to him, and Flug’s “lips” were so soft. He almost didn’t notice, but somehow, Flug was kissing him back, which surprised him briefly, but then he decided he didn’t care.

After some amount of time - a few seconds, a few minutes, an hour, he didn’t know -  Black Hat finally pulled himself away and gently set Flug down, recalling the tentacle. Flug just stood there for about 30 seconds before he lightly shook his “head”. “Ugggh. Where am I? And why is everything hazy,” he groaned. He reached to adjust his goggles, and wasn’t expecting his hand to reach nothing but air. “... Oh... Oh... OH NO.” He started to panic. “MY BAG MY BAG MY BAG!”

“You mean this one?” Black Hat asked, handing Flug his paper bag.

“Oh yes! Thank you Black Hat sir!” Flug said happily, grabbing the bag and putting it on. Finally able to see clearly, he blinked a few times. “B-B-BLACK HAT SIR????”

Black Hat narrowed his eyes. “I never expected you to hide things from me Flug, and yet here we are. Not only did you not tell me who rented you, you’ve been hiding the fact you aren’t human as well?” He growled. “I am VERY disappointed.”

Flug looked down. “I-I-I’m sorry Sir. I knew y-y-you’d never let me go if I told you, and I just wanted to steal some of her tech to make things for you to sell. I just wanted you to be proud of me, sir.”

Black Hat was glad Flug wasn’t looking at him, because he was just staring at him in disbelief. Flug wanted Black Hat to be proud of him. Flug didn’t think Black Hat was proud of him. Black Hat lightly shook his head and glanced at the door. “Doctor, I hired you and only you. I already know you are good, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with you. Don’t try to make me proud.”

Flug looked at Black Hat in disbelief. Was that...praise? From Black Hat? “A-a-are you okay, sir?”

“OF COURSE I’M OKAY WHY WOULDN’T I BE?!” Black hat snapped at him. “Besides you’re not off the hook! I mean I only had to come save your ass from that bitch!” Flug didn’t say anything, just looked back down again, dejected. “But I guess it wasn’t all bad,” Black Hat continued, more annoyed than mad now. “We made a deal and she is now working under me. So I will forgive you hiding that from me.”

Black Hat walked up to Flug. “However, you better choose your words wisely about why you hid what’s under the bag from me Flug. Or you’ll need a new bag for your arm.”

“W-w-w-well sir, you, uh, just, uh, n-n-never asked,” Flug stammered out. “And i-i-it has no b-b-bearing about how I can do my job s-s-s-so...”

Black Hat glared at him. “Maybe so, but I like to know everything about those that I work closest with, Doctor. So tell me, what are you?”

“I g-g-guess, I’m technically undead?” Flug closed his eyes to think. “It’s been centuries. I barely remember what happened. But what I do know is that I was beheaded, and was raised back to life by something. Why and for what reason I can’t remember. I have it written down in a book somewhere, but I’d have to look for it.”

Black Hat and Flug stood in silence for a few minutes, neither of them looking at the other. Finally, Black Hat lightly put his hand on Flug’s shoulder. “Find that book. I am very curious. Also, take the rest of the day off. Unpaid, of course.” He took his hand off Flug’s shoulder and walked towards the door, flicking his hand to unlock it. 505 instantly opened the door and ran in towards Flug, giving him a big hug. Black Hat watched for a moment, gave a small “bleh,” and was almost out the door before Flug spoke up.

“T-t-thank you for saving me sir,” Flug said, quietly.

“Thank me by making me stuff to sell that actually works, Flug.” With that, Black Hat walked out the door and closed it.

As soon as Black Hat was out, Flug curled up in a ball, about to have a mental breakdown. Yes, the whole thing at Aphro’s was messing with him. Yes, havng his secret found out was messing with him, too. But the thing that was weighing on his mind the most was he hid something else from Black Hat. While he was under mind control, he knew what was happening, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. It was like his body wasn’t his. But this meant he saw Black Hat take the bag off. He saw Black Hat play with the smoke.

He remembered Black Hat kissing him, and it was him, not the mind controlled version, that kissed him back.

“Oh God 505, what am I going to do?” he asked the bear, who was sitting behind Flug, petting him in worry. “This can’t be happening.”

Oh the other side of the door, Black Hat hadn’t moved. He had his hand lightly pressing his mouth. The kiss of the one he loves. It was him. It had worked. At least I don’t have to kill him, but... What is this feeling I have again?! He closed his eyes and his thoughts instantly went to him kissing Flug. I felt...happy? I feel happy? I’m going to kill his man for making me feel anything. Growling at himself, he walked away from the lab. Well, at things will be interesting now.

[fuyunoakegata]

Alphabet Tag Game

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 some blogs you would like to get to know better.

tagged by: @camsthisky :)

a - age: 47

b - birthplace: I’ll leave this out just because of privacy informational reasons, but it’s in southern Ohio

c - current time: 7:56 pm

d - drink you last had: blackberry water from Sonic Drive-In

e - easiest person to talk to: Toni, but that should not come as any surprise

f - favorite song: just one? ahahahaha. guys, I can rarely ever choose just one of anything as a favorite. Here’s one, anyway Lift - Poets of the Fall

g - grossest memory: medical procedures I was awake for. Probably the thing they pulled out of the bottom of my foot in the office. the combination of pain, knowing there was something in there, and just all of it together made me sick and I had to stay in the office for a while until my blood pressure evened out.

h - horror yes or horror no: It depends what kind. Jump scare and slasher films aren’t my thing, but classic monster and haunting movies will do it every time :)

i - in love?: to me, in love is more of young emotion, so I hesitate to say I am in love with my husband. We’ve been married for 26 years, though, and I can definitely say I love him, still.

j - jealous of people?: I try not to be, but I think everyone has moments where they are jealous of someone for some reason.

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: I liked the idea of love at first sight when I was young, but... no. You might even fall in love at first sight. But in love isn’t the same as mature love, and that takes time and effort to grow.

m - middle name: Denise

n - number of siblings: one brother.

o - one wish: for things to be more settled for friends, family, our nation, the world. I’m tired of constantly waking up to bad news about one or the other of them

p - person you called last: My youngest daughter.

q - question you are always asked: "When are you going back (to your other house)?”  We’re in the process of moving between states and one house is up on the market. I drive 1250 miles between them, every 2 weeks or so, and everyone at one place is always asking me when I’m going to the other, and vice versa. I’m also a bit tired of people commenting “I bet you’ll be glad when you don’t have to make that drive anymore...” Honestly, I don’t exactly mind the drive. It’s quiet and gives me time to think and listen to music. I feel like I have emotional whiplash from driving back and forth between two places that are both home for me, that are in different areas of the country, that have far different weather, that are far different situations as far as what I have to do, constantly. They’re even in different time zones. Also, it’s hell on allergies :(

r - reason to smile: My youngest granddaughter smiles every time she sees me.

s - song you last sang: White Blank Page - Mumford and Sons

t - time you woke up: normally between 6:45 and 8am, but I had a migraine last night, so 1030am this morning. I still feel a little groggy.

u - underwear colour: black.

v - vacation destination: at this point, I’m not sure I care. I’d just like to have one ;)

w - worst habit: I have plenty, but not doing something immediately because I have 20 other things to do and fully intend to do the original thing, but then getting so distracted or busy I forget, though that might be more than a touch of executive dysfunction instead of just being a bad habit

x - x-rays: I’ve lost track. knees half a million times before knee surgery. same with my foot (two different surgeries, there). assorted chest ones for pneumonia. assorted hand and wrist and ankle and everywhere for injuries. I played sports and I was in the Army when I was younger. I played hard. Now, I’m just old enough my body’s falling apart from not being careful when I was younger. (And this is why fics about Bruce deciding to hang it up and retire have such a special, bittersweet place for me)

y - your favorite food: today? the tofu and veggies in ginger sauce I had last week with my daughter at that Thai restaurant in Oklahoma City.

z - zodiac sign: Aries

tagging: @jasontoddscoffin @caramelmachete and anyone else, but only if you guys want to.

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Watching The Doctor Falls for the first time

-It’s here. When i first watched the trailer at home I was jumping around and shrieking all over the place and scaring my dog (unintentionally). I’m very hyped.

-*breathes* Okay. The Season finale. I’m going in.

-holy shit this episode is an hour long

Warning: this post is very, very long. It’s the longest of the posts I ever made so far.

SPOIELRS BELOW THE CUT.

Why is it so peaceful all of a sudden. I‘m concerned

*Family of Blood flashbacks*

!!Is this Bill

when the sunlight is too strong

WTF

-God that sudden dip in the music

-NEVERMIND THAT SHIT I SAID ABOUT BEING PEACEFUL

-Looks like she’s at an orphanage, but there are scenes of the Mondasian ship mixed in, so I’m guessing this is Bill’s subconscious where her old and new memories are mixing together. <- Look at this bullshit from Sunday morning me

*more Family of Blood flashbacks*

eyyyy flashbacks for everyone

this is a pretty wild dream she’s having

RUN

-Okay, mini-break here: I stopped watching after three minutes in because I had to go somewhere yesterday, and this morning I’m watching it again and I noticed the girl here is called Alit. Also, the number in the sky probably doesn’t match that of the floor Bill was on. So, new theory: this is actually another floor on the ship and all this crazy shit’s happening for real. And the half-Cybermen are scarecrows for some reason.

Sheesh the music;; really creepy

DAFUQ

-NOOOOO WTF

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!??!?!

-Is this supposed to be symbolic or what

-(On the other hand, imagine if that’s actually a guy in a Cyberman costume holding Peter Capaldi)

-But shit.... Okay I watched this bit yesterday as well and I thought this was a dream but now if it’s real...

-Oh no.

“Y’all Are Screwed” By Steven Moffat

NOOOO WHY IS HE BLEEDING I DON’T LIKE THIS

-”How many times have you died?”  “How many different ways?”  “Have you burned?”

s TO P

-LEAVE HIM ALONE

-”Have you ever... drowned?”  shit is this a reference to Heaven Sent

-And why does it look like the Doctor is continuously slipping in and out of consciousness

What the fuck?!

haha what

please stop doing that

-thousands of years old and you all still end up gangfighting

-Nardole where are you going

nooo not the owl

hahahahahahahahahahaha wtf

-Did the Master really just high-five himself/herself-ish

shit what are you gonna do to him

...what even

-I... wow

-...Assholes.

Way to skim over due explanation, Moffat.

-Also they tied him up in a wheelchair

-*Last of the Timelords flashback*

remember when this happened

-But seriously what are they trying to achieve by waltzing with themself/themselves and having the Doctor sitting in a wheelchair at the side

-”You mean I’m going to turn into a woman and you don’t even remember it happening?”  THANK YOU  I can’t believe I just said that to you but thank you anyway

-”Oh, am I a woman now?”  ...oh.

“Ugh go get a room”

-He is so tired of their shit

WELL FUCK YOU THEN

-”Well if I told you, I’m afraid you’d be very, very upset.”

-”So... SHE’S RIGHT BEHIND YOU”

-Way to be assholes. Congratulations on being the biggest jerks in the universe, do you want your medals

-To be honest they might actually have a medal for that already

f UCKING STO P

-STOP TORTURING HIM

-HE DIDN’T DESERVE THIS

-HE TRIED, OK??

...hehehe...

-But if they healed him, at least the drumming stopped, right?

-Rassilon: “There, I got rid of the drumming that’s been plaguing you for centuries with my TimeLord magic, now gtfo”

-”-because everybody knows our stupid round face.”  “Round?!”  “It’s a little bit.”  “Shut up!”

...Did that just happen

-Did he just compare Donald Trump to the Cybermen

-...

-BBC fucking did it.

-BBC fucking did it!!

-*claps intensely*

ahahahaha what

-Something happened but I don’t know what happened anymore

-”When you’re winning and I’m in the room, you’re missing something.”

-Please tell me this is how it goes because I don’t want the owl getting beaten up any further

“You shouldn’t have hit me, Missy.”

“You shouldn’t have let me press all those buttons.”

-Also, completely unrelated but, I was skimming through Family of Blood again for screenshots and thought of this. Enjoy.

This bitch empty

YEET

-Okay, back to the episode.

That’s some fast typing right there

-And even faster thinking, like holy shit.

-But if the Doctor “expanded the definition of humanity”, then that includes him too, they’re coming after him as well

Thank you

-You go, give’em the middle finger

-”I can do this. They’re not difficult, they’re Cybermen.”

-”I can do this. It’s not difficult, it’s math.”  Said I who the proceeded to cry three minutes later

“Knock yourself out.”

-ahahaHAHAHAAHA DAMN

-LITERALLY

Don’t know about that

-I don’t know what’s fake and what’s real anymore, coming from you

-Probably fake

-Also it did seem like you had a certain grudge when you hit him square in the chest

Is that the ship that appeared before the intro

-”You hit me really hard!”  “You’re telling me/ I think I’ve still got the bump”

WTF NO

-Plot twist: The Cyberman just wanted a hug

DAMN Bill

-you go girl

-didn’t know the forehead thing could shoot lasers

Missy;; what are you even

-She took the umbrella i her dang mouth

-Look at her go

-Up up and away

-”The Doctor’s dead. He told me he’d always hated you. Let’s go.”  Lol

-”I heard you the first time”

I BELIEVE IN YOU BILL

-YOU CAN DO IT

Looks like that didn’t go very well.

-So from what I can gather is, Cyber-Bill carried the Doctor up on board the ship (somehow), and the gang just revved up the ship to bust through a whole lot of floors until it crashed here.

is tHAT

-*holds breath*

BILLLLLL

-YAAAAS MY GIRL’S BACK

-I BELIEVE IN YOU BILL

-(Although the way the matron’s acting worries me.)

-But forget about that, she’s not lost herself so who cares if she’s actually wearing a sock on her face.

-In fact, I think she is still wearing a sock over her face, but she thinks she’s human.

That’s a mirror isn’t it

CALLED IT

-sheesh Bill’s probably gonna have a mental breakdown and all I can say is ‘called it’

This is probably sad and all but I can’t help finding it funny that they kept a Cyberman in the barn and said Cyberman was either lying down or sitting or crouching in a corner and was the matron bringing her food or blankets I don’t even know

(aww) YAAS HE’S BACK

-But Cyberman speech is really slow... So does that mean the speech kinda lags compared to the version of herself in her head

-And, like, shouldn’t the other people be replying a bit after she says something

YYEEE

but why is his hand bandaged

mAjEsTiC fLoOf

-But why can’t Bill remember anything??

what the

-w h o a   t r a n s i t i o n

damn

Shit, but what if this backfires

-What if this causes her to give in to the programming and become one and the same as the Cybermen down below

-Who tf thought to ‘program’ Cybermen anyway, if it was just because of ‘harsh environments’ you could have left the mind intact and we’d all be happy little robot people and none of this bullshit would have happened

Damn. The screenwriting. It’s so good.

-You know what this reminds me of, though?

You are a DalekCyberman

On one hand, it seems she is still capable of emotions. On the other hand, she is friggin’ mad.

The way the scenes switch though

HOLY SHIT BILL--

same

aw

f c k

-;A;

-*crying emote intensifies*

-God what a mood swing

-Okay not exactly, but I swear I wasn’t crying before

YOUUUU

YOUUUUU

-sorry

o ho ho ho ho

been “busy�� now have you

-...I said I’m sorry

fuck you

(from animated movie WALL-E)

-By the way I ended up spending a minute watching that whole clip on Youtube because memories

-Anyway, fuck you Master

You tell him Bill

-He’s just being a troll

NO YOU’RE NOT

-GOD HE’S TRYING TO HOLD IT BACK ISN’T HE

Moffat you better not

WELL I GUESS

-Missy what have you done

-”’Do as she says!’ Is the future gonna be all girl?”  “We can only hope.”

THAT ISN’T A MONDASIAN CYBERMAN

-Well technically maybe yes but seriously that wasn’t the design two weeks ago

Trying to kill a mosquito like

-I love how the Master keeps yelling “kill it”

-If those four were roommates he’d be he one who freaks out the most whenever there’s a bug in the room

-Excuse me while I go draw this  (”Draw” being a relative term here - more like “scribble”)

-I wasn’t gonna draw anything this morning but I end up giving in to the urge.  I sigh as I plug in the tablet.

-While I’m at it, lemme do this too

-Anyway

-THEY UPGRADED ALREADY

-OH YEAH, THE TIME THINGY

Dammit they’re back to sounding like Daleks

UP he goes

-wait they can fly too?!

-Those are like all the different generations?!

Are they seriously gonna fly through the ceiling

They’re fucking doing it

-Maybe there’s some human left in them after all because who else would go “let’s attach rockets to our feet and bust through the ceiling with our goddamn bodies”

...

DYING

-Everything about this is perfect  The way he’s so serious about it, the fact that John Simm is trying to do mascara or eyeshadow or whatever that is, and Missy’s face in the background

WHAT WAS IN THE RIFLE?!?!!

I’m currently enjoying this episode.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Is this what Michelle Gomez meant when she said what was about to happen is really kind of wrong

-Nah, it’s just something about timey-wimey Tardis circuit things isn’t it

what why

When a good man goes to war...

-But is he a good man

;-;

-Why is he telling the girl to throw an apple at a Cyberman, or is that apple secretly a bomb in disguise

That looks super uncomfortable

whya m i laughingn

Finally! Are they going to talk things through

-Hoping that the ‘dead in a few hours’ part is not true

-That accidentally rhymed

I don’t know how to describe this, but that was a good scene. There wasn’t any dramatic music, in fact there were literally crickets chirping in the background, but it’s still serious. And it’s good.

Somehow I’m not disappointed.

(I keep forgetting them he doesn’t wear a hoodie anymore)

fuck this

well shit

Same thing really

“No thanks.”

-Put a Wilhelm Scream in there and it’d be fucking perfect

-We did get unnecessary shots of Cybermen flipping over though

Really liked the short bell ringing version of the Cyberman leimotif thing (I probably spelled that wrong)

Well...

-Doctor Who: Laughing And Crying

-I’m not gonna go verbose on this, but it was a great scene.

Now what the heck is going on

she killed him??

-what

-That doesn’t make any sense

what

There he goes

-You know that feeling where you have a general feeling of the situation but not enough to actually make much of it and you’re just 1% knowledge and 99% worry?  Yeah that’s me right now

WHAT THE FUCK

-JUST WHEN THINGS WERE STARING TO LOOK A LITTLE BIT BETTER

that is fucked up

...Enjoy your uncomfortable ride?

R.I.P. Missy.

-I never thought I’d be sad to see her go, yet here I am.

Go get them Doctor

I just realized this is the same tune form Heaven Sent...

NOOOOO

Looks like they learned some sass from the Daleks

NO STOP

-And here we see a demonstration of Moffat writing an episode and the fans reacting.

-”The original, you might say.”

-DAMMIT STOP BLASTING HIM

SHIT

Nnononono

No no no no no

NONNONONONONONONONONONONO

No Moffat ;A;

-Fuck you Moffat

-No!

Fuck you Moffat!

noooo

-What happened to Bill

-Are you happy Moffat

-Are you happy now

NOOOOOOOOOOO

-noooooa

-ajsd

-*sobbing*

-Just... no

Is that Bill

NOOO MOFFAat FukcK You

-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

MOFFAT YOU COLD HEARTED ASSHOLE

W H Y

NO JUST NO

fuck you moffat why

-I think this is the very first time I’ve legitimately cried over an episode

Moffat you cruel bitch!!

-I’m full out gross sobbing... wow...

...?!?!

HEATHER

Moffat how did you make my face so wet

-why

Does that mean she’s dead

-Please don’t tell me she is dead!!

-I haven’t cried this much in months

-OH NO SHE’S DEAD ISN’T SHE

-SHE’S DEAD

I LOVE YOU AND HATE YOU MOFFAT

-THEY FINALLY GOT BACK TOGETHER

-BILL FINALLY GOT HER GIRL BACK

-BUT WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD

-WHY MOFFAT WHY

THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW

-I CAN’T SEE BECAUSE OF THE TEARS

-EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO WASH MY FACE

I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DID THIS

-I WAS HOPING THEY’D GET BACK TOGETHER

-I WAS HOPING HEATHER WOULD COME BACK

-BUT NOT LIKE THIS

-I WASN’T EXPECTING IT TO BE LIKE THIS

-(I... sprained my jaw while crying or something... It hurts...)

what

aefaeafaef

I’m crying, my jaw hurts, this is too much

-”I’m the pilot. I can fly anything. Even you!”   If there was a crying lenny face it’d be perfect

-There’s an old Korean joke that if you cry then laugh you get a hairy butt

-Luckily it’s not true

These tears protect my eyes from the light

ME NEITHER

-I WANT TO *SOB* BELIEEEE*SOB*EEEEVE

*CRIES SOME MORE*

you go girls... see the universe... please don’t get into any more troublr=e... i’m proud of you... *cries more*

shit

??!?!?!!

I... I’m pretty sure that’s not the right word...

-And now I’m laughing again yet my tears haven’t even dried off yet

YOU JUST HAD TO DO THAT DIDN’T YOU MOFFAT YOU COLD BITCH

-He’s reversing

WHy ArE YOU DOing ThIS MOFFAT

WHY

-That beeping Tardis alarm’s a new one. Not the Cloister Bell, for a change.

NOOO

-Too soon

-TOO SOON

Same

What..?

Cloister bell?!

-THIS CAN’T BE GOOD

-THIS TIES INTO THE FIRST SCENE OF ‘WORLD ENOUGH AND TIME’ DOESN’T IT

He’s tired of everything isn’t he...

-Tired of losing, tired of dying, regenerating, trying to get accustomed to a new self

-Moffat please... why can’t he just chill somewhere and have a nice cup of tea for once...

-Well he got the chill part down , it looks very chilly here

whatthefuck

holy shit

HOLY SHIT

WHAT THE SHIT?!?!!

-WHAT

-WHAT

-THAT WAS THE END

-THE EPISODE ENDED

-AND NOW WE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS FOR ANSWERS

...Excuse me. I think I need some time in a corner.

[strawberry-and-neon]

...All of them. Por favor.

*cracks knuckles*

1. The real reason I’m confused is a question that no one thinks about; why does Charlie the tuna advertise for a tuna commercial. Why is he selling us tuna. Why is no one bothered by this.

2. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten good morning texts; but on everyone else’s behalf, this is probably a wise thing.

3. I would only care if they smoked pot instead of doing anything else, like why am I paying for your vices, I’ve got my own to worry over, why am I involved

4. Not particularly, especially if the other is a stranger. Or if the other starts questioning me about god at four in the morning and there’s no one else around

5. Organizing a shit-ton of prompts

6. Nobody; I would not be drunk or lost walking down a road. I don’t drink. I don’t get lost. That is not me. Run.

7. Heaven help the hapless soul who cheats on me, for I have no mercy. And heaven’s the only thing that’s gonna save them.

8. Not particularly, but I’ve been told we have similar personalities

9. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, no

10. Abient-wise: the thunderstorm that’s going to roll through. Music-wise: Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack

11. I feel like this is a trick question… so I will give a trick answer. Water, because you can make nearly every liquid drink known to mankind, and the question never specified whether or not you can add things to the liquid.

12. I’ll let you know when I’ve had one; probably wouldn’t care, I get random bruises already

13. Usually around 4am… don’t judge me, 4am is the best time for stuff

14. Uhhh… no, actually, thank goodness

15. I can text fast with one hand. I can text fast with the other. Ironically, I trip myself up when using both hands at the same time

16. I have the annoying habit of trying to answer /everything/, even if it’s ridiculous and doesn’t need an answer, so yes. Just don’t expect it the same day

17. Nope, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen hard for anyone, actually… so can’t hate them *shrugs*

18. Last night, 1 in the morning

19. Yes. 

20. “I bet if I just finish this sentence, I’ll be able to quickly finish this smut piece tomorrow at some point…”

21. I certainly hope there’s no one in this room with me right now

22. No, what, that’d be ridiculous *nervous laughter*

23. I was still doing school, so no, not happier at all. I will only be happy when my mortal enemy is defeated.

24. *the magic conch says* try asking later

25. Uhh, yes, but because of characters. And stuff. You know the stuff. You know why.

26. Black like the void

27. Nope. If they do, I just keep walking, because who are they. How did they find me.

28. …Actually, all my characters are listening to me for a change, this is incredible; it’s a miracle!

29. Absolutely

30. Not really, mainly cause I’ve never kissed anyone. And if I had, there’s a reason they’re my ex. Go right ahead.

31. A family member, about going to IHop this morning; I got chocolate pancakes.

32. Nobody specific, really… okay, I take that back, Tom and Rodrick because they deserve to be hated

33. Nope, unless you count platonic kisses, in which case yes

34. Do I get points if I make up a birthday?

35. According to my horrible math skills, 337 days

36. Um… summer school… vacation in August… I don’t have a summer

37. Yep, but I don’t talk to them as often anymore

38. I am definitely keeping something, but only cause it’s not done yet

39. Possibly, if I could be bothered to remember it

40. See, the great thing about never kissing anyone before is I don’t have to regret a damn thing

41. In certain cases; but if they’re both consenting adults, who cares

42. Available for what? For hire? For dating? For the third Wednesday of October? Yes, I suppose, and no, in that order.

43. Ummm… define “real strong feelings” because I’d argue no…

44. First, I would question why I had to get one; second, I’d probably get a second ear piercing on my left ear. Or third. Why not.

45. Yes, but it depends on the exes

46. I have no regrets; even if I did have any regrets, I can’t have regrets

47. “If I could just sit down and focus, I could get a lot more done” “Don’t be ridiculous, we both know you can’t focus that long anymore, you’d get distracted by literally any passing thought or noise” “But-” “Just sit your butt down and draw, it’s the only thing you can do that you won’t be distracted while doing”

48. I lost one at 7 because we moved; after that, I only lost fake friends, and I‘m okay with losing those

49. I should actually go and kiss someone, that’ll show you

50. Because I told myself to not get into another relationship right now; also because what is “like” and how does this emotion thing work

51. How many questions can there be about kissing?

52. THERE’S ANOTHER ONE :O Nope, I don’t

53. Kit-kats

54. I complimented myself for getting out of bed at a reasonable time, so yes

55. Dude, I wish I knew. Out of the many options, I hope it’s Disney… or Pompeii…

56. I own several foreign coins, a Japanese-made doll, and a few other things from Hawaii and Alaska; yes I know they’re not other countries; but they’re far enough away to be

57. Hmm… at the moment, mostly girls?

58. Texas, it’s the longest place I’ve lived to date; not by much, only slightly

59. A couple months ago, to an optometrist

60. Nope, should I?

61. I watched other people do it and laughed at them, but nope

62. Family members…?

63. In general: The Emperor’s New Groove. At theaters: Guardians of the Galaxy 2. Go watch it.

64. No clue, I’ll ask when I have a boyfriend/girlfriend

65. Uhhh… zero I think?

66. Nope

67. Heck no, I want to live to see graduation

68. No, summer lasts way too long and it’s /hot/. It’s hot right now. There’s no wind, it’s so humid, there’s sun; the only good thing about this is there are regular thunderstorms, but it’s /too hot/.

69. Short and sarcastic

70. Monogamous, I tend to have jealousy issues, so for the safety of human-kind…

71. Not yet, but who knows what will happen

72. Writing about it is fun

73. I can’t even flirt, what the-

74. Coyote take opportunity; coyote see no opportunity, so coyote take none

75. Eyes? Eyes. Yes. Or hair. Maybe. I don’t know. WHy are you asking me this-

76. Mah best friend

77. Does writing about this count? Dude, I won’t even kiss someone I’ve known for less than an hour

78. Again, same answer as above

79. My OTPs doing cute stuff together

80. Sure, kids are great

81. Yerp, once

82. No. What crush. I’ve never seen that crush before in my life. You can’t prove anything, and if you can, you won’t be able to hide

83. Uhhh… what? No.

84. I’ve literally never slow-danced in my life

85. Like fake dating? No, but I’ve considered it a few times

86. Books and chocolate

87. Taurus

88. Eating chocolate covered nuts, blissfully unaware I would be spending the next eight hours binge-watching Series of Unfortunate Events

89. Absolutely; I bake too, I just hate cleaning up afterwards

90. Nope. “I never look back, darling, it distracts from the now”

91. 100% no; I’ll take life as it comes, but I’m definitely not wishing to be in a relationship

92. I don’t really date… mostly monogamous relationships for the time being, but if it were just a one time date thing, sounds like fun; no strings

93. Interest in what? Like shiny things? I love shiny things, especially colorful shiny things… or things that make nice chimey sounds and are shiny and colorful… what were we talking about?

94. The power to punch people over the internet, a fairy to write for me when writer’s block strikes, a button to stop time so I can get enough sleep, and money so I can go places/visit people

95. I don’t even like playing board games, let alone people

96. I kissed two books in one day; I hope they don’t find out

97. If sarcasm counts as teasing, then yes; if not, I can’t help you

98. Nope, but I haven’t to meet Tumblreans, so…

99. No? Well maybe. Sort of. I don’t know. Probably not by conventional standards.

100. No clue, will there be breadsticks… *coughs*

101. Hugs? Wait, how well do I know this person

102. No, just too weird

103. “Nice t-shirt”

104. Umm… raises eyebrows, but is preferable to “doll”… I guess it’s cute?

105. No. Nope. Not happening. Doesn’t matter the sex appeal, not getting into that mess. Pretty obvious what they’re looking for.

106. I don’t even know when people are flirting with me

107. Make out scene between Berin and Correnten; good times…

108. Nope

109. Well I haven’t, but the same doesn’t go for my characters

110. I have a list, but I’m not talking. You can’t make me talk. Ahahahaha!

111. Who /really/ knows who they’re kissing next…

112. No clue, but if I did and they were hinting, I probably still wouldn’t know

113. Maybe? What are you, the FB-

114. Serious relationships, I guess.

115. Nope, haven’t; might happen, I dunno, haven’t gotten that far yet

116. Does anyone really know the answer to that question?

117. Dunno the question, but: Let’s sit around the campfire and sing the campfire song

the C A M P F I R E S O N G song

and if you don’t think that we can’t sing it faster, then you’re wrong

but it would help if you just sing along

[squirenonny]

You mentioned that you really like Rolo, so like... what are your general thoughts (and maybe headcanons) for him and Nyma and Beezer?

Ahahahaha my friend. You have no idea the can of worms you’ve opened. Rolo and Nyma and Beezer are my LIFEBLOOD. (H o n e s t l y. I’ve said it before: my literary type–those characters I have an inexplicable weakness for–tend to be one of three things: tricksters, thieves, or traitors. And these darlings manage to be all frickin’ three.)

So, context: A lot of my thoughts re: the Smuggler Trio are things I worked out to fit with the Dualityverse (my AU series, which is finally getting to the point where Rolo, Nyma, and Beezer are becoming major characters.) So not all of this is stuff I think is strictly canon. Like, for instance, half-Galra!Rolo. Do I think that’s what the showrunners are planning? Maybe, but probably not. But gdi I love half-Galra!Rolo so much, so I’m running with it.

Context 2: 95% of my thoughts on the Smuggler Trio come from a handful of lines from the episode Taking Flight:

Rolo: “My friends and I have a bit of a checkered past. Some stolen merchandise from the Galra Empire may have fallen into our hands without us knowing about it.”

Nyma (to Rolo): “If you’re feeling guilty, you can turn yourself in. Stealing from Zarkon carries a life sentence.”

Rolo (to the paladins): “You may not believe this, but I hope you do stop Zarkon. It’s a lifetime of fighting the Galra that led me to where I am today.”

So, long story short, Rolo, Nyma, and Beezer used to be rebels actively resisting Zarkon’s rule, but their crew got caught and the three of them are the only ones who made it out (alive.)

Long (long, long) version under the cut.

Rolo

Rolo grew up in the Galra Empire, but was always something of an outcast because of his mixed heritage.

He runs away when he’s 12, steals a ship, and promptly wrecks it on an uninhabited world.

Now he’s got a problem, because he doesn’t know how to fix this ship, he doesn’t have spare parts, and he’s going to die if he doesn’t get off this hunk of rock.

Thus the stranded refugee con is born.

He takes the escape pod as far as the power cell will go (not far, since he can’t create a wormhole with the ship wrecked) and lands (crashes) on an isolated moon. He turns on his distress beacon, figuring it’ll be a couple hours, tops, before someone finds him. Except it’s more like a week, and by then little 12-year-old Rolo’s rations are running thin.

On the bright side, it helps sell the sob story about how he got separated from his parents when the Galra attacked, and he has nowhere to go, mister, can you please give me a ride?

The good Samaritan gives him a ride to the nearest trade world, where Rolo steals money and a gun and officially starts his career as a thief.

Beezer

First, take a look at one of my favorite minor details from season 2:

That sure is a funny-looking machine in Vrepit Sal’s kitchen printing out order tickets for Chef Hunk. Looks kinda familiar...

OH, YEAH. This is Beezer. Printing out a list of parts Rolo needs. Looking identical to the thing in Sal’s kitchen in almost every way. (Beezer might be bigger, but it’s hard to say. His scale relative to Rolo seems to vary based on the shot, from “roughly the size of Vrepit Sal’s bot” to “nearly as big as Pidge.” But I digress.)

Imagine Rolo, maybe 14 or 15 at this point–a little more practiced at stealing, a little more competent at mechanical tasks. He’s decided he’s going to fix up the wrecked ship he left behind on that uninhabited world. (Cause if he’s got a working ship he can just live in space where he doesn’t need to worry about things like the Galra Empire.)

He needs money, though. Lots of it. Picking pockets isn’t giving him much of a return, and he’s made too much of a name for himself (first as a deserter, then as a thief) to stick around in any one place long enough for a major con.

So teen!Rolo wanders into a high-end store, pretends to be offended when the suspicious manager follows him around…

Then just straight-up tears the cash register off the freaking wall and runs out of the store.

Unfortunately for him, he picked a store where most of the customers use digital funds, so he gets, like… 2000 GAC. (He needs a hundred times that for spare parts alone.)

But he got a nifty little bot out of it, and he can always use the practice souping up old machinery.

He spends the next year modding the heck out of this cyber-unit--finding a CPU with a decent AI program installed, making the little bot mobile instead of wall-mounted, giving him a primitive voice-box, teaching him to navigate and fly and run diagnostics on the ship…

And of course all the while Rolo carries on (one-sided) conversations with Beezer (so named because he was stolen from a place called Beezer’s Botique)

Then one day Rolo realizes that Beezer’s actually answering. It’s a crude little code they’ve got going on, but it works.

And hey, maybe it’s weird that Rolo’s best friend is a cash register, but he hasn’t exactly had much company since he ran away from the Empire.

Nyma

Nyma learned to cheat from her parents.

They run a general store on a poor Galra-occupied planet. The Galra have been around longer than Nyma’s been alive, but they mostly leave the locals alone… except when it’s time to collect Zarkon’s tax.

Nyma’s parents have been submitting false records for years, only paying taxes on a fraction of their income. Nyma’s whole life is one big con–they wear cheap-looking clothes and never buy too much at once so no one realizes they’re more wealthy than the Galra know.

Nyma’s 14 the first time she flirts with a nosy Galra soldier to keep him from asking uncomfortable questions. And it’s gross and she hates it… but she can’t deny she gets a little bit of a thrill when she turns these men around with a giggle and a vapid smile.

(She’d rather be flying, though.)

Nyma’s 16 when her parents get caught. New Galra governor, new process for tax review, and suddenly twenty years of shortchanging Emperor Zarkon come to light.

They owe thousands of GAC–far more than they have in savings. And they don’t have long to pay up before the Galra seize their store, and their home, and probably send them all to a prison world for their crimes.

Nyma joins up with a band of smugglers to pay her parents’ debt. She’s basically the bait, and she knows the crew won’t go out of their way to help her if she gets in trouble, but hey. A paycheck’s a paycheck.

She meets Rolo when he tries to cut her purse.

She knees him in the groin and handcuffs him to a lamppost before calling her boss.

The other smugglers immediately recognize him as part Galra, and want to kill him. Nyma talks them down to just a minor beating. (He’s still Galra. She’s not gonna jump in the middle of an angry mob for him.)

They leave him handcuffed to the lamppost. Beezer finds him and cuts him loose.

Nyma, meanwhile, picks up where she left off, softening up her crew’s next mark–but the encounter with Rolo messed her up. She’s sloppy, and the mark catches onto her game.

It’s not Nyma’s crew who bails her out, but Rolo.

He’s gonna leave her to fend for herself–”Fair’s fair, missy”–but Beezer has decided he likes her spirit, and Nyma ends up tagging along.

So they start traveling together: the 18-year-old outcast, the 16-year-old sweet-talker, and the cash register with an attitude problem.

It’s… nice.

Fighting the Galra

They spend the next several years skipping across the universe–stealing, conning, smuggling contraband here and there–and sending most of their profits back to Nyma’s family.

She never goes home, though. She’s a bona fide criminal now, and turning up on her parents’ doorstep would only cause them a whole new set of problems.

They start taking on bigger and bigger jobs, taking more risks, but making more money. There’s no one to tell them not to, and they both want to retire in comfort somewhere far away from the war.

Eventually they catch the eye of a small band of rebels looking for more crew members. Nyma is instantly resistant to the idea--she’s nothing if not practical, and fighting the Galra? No thanks. She needs to be alive if she’s going to enjoy her retirement.

But Rolo’s enamored with the whole idea. Fighting back, taking a stand, making a difference. He wants to be more than just a nobody smuggler.

He talks Nyma around, and they start fighting back.

Which mostly means stealing, because nobody without a massive army or Voltron itself is going to actually fight the Galra Empire.

But they steal, and they smuggle, and they manage to piss off a couple small-time Galra commanders.

And it feels good.

Rolo’s standing taller than he ever has, Beezer’s learning so much about flying and maintaining a ship... even Nyma gets caught up in it. She feels like she belongs here. She feels likes she’s making a difference.

A few years pass, and this crew is a bunch of teens and twenty-somethings riding high on their own success.

They get greedy.

They take on a job way bigger than they could have handled.

And they blow the job.

Nyma, Rolo, and Beezer are lucky enough to have been far enough from the heart of the operation to evade the initial ambush. Rolo wants to charge in and save their crew--their friends--but Nyma holds him back.

There’s nothing they can do.

They’re forced to watch as the Galra gun down the other two ships. The survivors, if there are any survivors, will probably be shipped off to a remote prison to rot for the rest of their days.

Even if Rolo, Nyma, and Beezer could find them, they’d never be able to orchestrate a jail break.

But now it’s just the three of them again, and three grieving thieves will never stand up against the might of the Galra. Especially since the Galra know they were involved in the job that went bad. There’s a bounty out for the three of them, and that ups the risk on every job.

They go back to regular old smuggling, staying low, keeping to the edges of the Empire. They’re always looking for their golden ticket, though. That payload that’s gonna wipe the slate clean, scrub away the price on their heads.

And then Voltron drops right into their lap.

Rolo feels bad--they’re fighting Zarkon, after all. Voltron’s supposed to be pretty strong, too. Sabotaging them maybe isn’t the best idea?

Nyma reasons that if the paladins would let their lions get stolen, they aren’t the sort of people who could actually depose Zarkon. Really, she’s just saving them the heartache of watching their friends die.

That’s what she tells herself, anyway. It’s almost enough to smother the guilt.