#they both have the same goals they want the purple dude to catch these hands

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby let’s Cassidy meet her FNAF movie friend!

[lovetorn]

all for the game [dream]

Exy player!Dream x Reader

summary: dream runs into trouble when the florida falcons play the edgar allan ravens.

w/c: 3.4k+ :D

warnings: violence, blood, swearing, ha typical exy shit

a/n: an au based on my favourite book trilogy, all for the game. idea by 🍀 anon <3 i wrote this for my own enjoyment AHHAHAAH. if u don’t understand the rules etc of exy, it’s basically hockey, soccer and lacrosse meshed together, but if u have any questions, send me an ask!

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Exy is a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse with the violence of ice hockey. Dream loves every aspect of it. It is vastly different from the usual college football, and it certainly gives you more bruises. Maybe a little too many more bruises. Played in a stadium, on a soccer-sized basketball court with plexiglass to protect the crowd, it brings Dream immense joy.

Scooping the ball into the net of his racket, Dream looks at the wall before he uses his body to launch the ball towards it. The ball is quick to bounce back and plop into Dream’s net. He adjusts his grip on the stick and tilts his head, deciding where his next shot should be.

“Dream?” The dirty blonde turns around and sees you push through the plexiglass door that leads onto the court. “Hey!”

Dream smiles from under his helmet. “Hi, Y/n!” You don't play Exy, choosing to watch your best friend from the sidelines instead. He grips the grate of his helmet and slides his head out of it, his hair sticking up in every direction. “What are you doing here?”

You throw your arms up. “Coming to see you practice the great sport that is Exy,” You laugh before spinning around and looking up at the highest seats of the stadium. “Haven’t broken a bone yet, I assume?” This made Dream laugh.

“No, not yet. Saving that for the game against the Ravens.”

Dream’s determination for Exy scared you a little bit—it was almost like he wanted to get hurt. “Easy, tiger. We all know what happened last time we played them. Never again, please,” You shake your head, walking closer to him. The last time the Florida Falcons played the West Virginia Edgar Allan Ravens, Dream got a concussion so bad he couldn’t walk for a few days. You had sworn they would pay for their damage, but Dream went against you.

Dream rolls his eyes, lightheartedly. “That’s the way the game goes, Y/n. No way you can stop it,” he said that back then, too. You throw him a glare before taking the racket out of his hand to gain his full attention.

“Just, please be careful.” You practically beg. Dream’s eyebrows raise slightly, surprised. He didn’t see that coming.

“Yeah, always,” He follows your eyes as they trace the scar that runs from his temple to the middle of his forehead. You sigh and pass his racket back to him.

—

The dark purple Edgar Allan Ravens bus pulls into the Falcon’s home stadium car park that Friday night. Fans from all over the state and West Virginia crowd the entrances and surprisingly, there are a lot more supporters in purple and black than green and white.

Dream looks down at his forest green Exy uniform and smooths out his jersey. He rolls his neck in a circle to release the building tension. A hand clamps down on his shoulder as Dream slips his hands into his green and white gloves.

“You’re gonna be fine, dude. We all are,” Sapnap says, although Dream can hear the waver in his voice. Dream shakes his head and Sapnap inhales sharply.

“Nah, we won’t be.”

Sapnap slides his hand off of Dream’s shoulder and turns around, probably going to the bathroom to calm his crippling trepidation. The locker room is silent as the team moves around, changing and preparing themselves for the game ahead. Dream tries not to think about the team on the other side of the stadium, who are most likely already warming up despite the game starting in an hour.

Dream opens his locker and fumbles around for his phone. He needs to know that you’re here. Opening his messages, he’s frozen from the notifications coming through.

I hope your little friend prayed for you last night.

You got lucky with that concussion. Take this as a warning.

Dream’s fingertips trail up to hover above the scar on his forehead. He clenches his fist and throws his phone back into the locker, not flinching when the dark green metal dents. Dream leans his head against his forearm that rests on the locker.

“Dream! Dude, calm down,” A voice calls from across the room. Footsteps come up behind him and Dream has to stop the tears collecting on his waterline. “It’ll be fine, Coach said he might put you on for one half.”

George’s comments do nothing to soothe Dream’s anxiety. Dream has told nobody about the threats he’s been getting for a few days leading up to this game. If he told you, he wouldn’t even be here. You.

Dream ducks down to find his phone. George furrows his eyebrows as he watches. “Wha—?”

Grasping his phone, Dream then stalks out of the locker room. He walks down the hallway towards the inner court, presses your phone number on his now-smashed phone, and brings it to his ear. Pick up, pick up. “Dream?”

The sound of your voice makes Dream exhale deeply. “Where are you?” He asks desperately.

Dream can hear the crowd chattering through the phone as he scans over the stadium trying to find you.

“Uh, section 4, row 38, where I am every home game. Why? Is everything okay?” The worry in your voice is evident and it fails to calm Dream down like he thought it would. And when he sees waves of purple instead of green, his anxiety grows.

“I—Y/n. I need to see you, I don’t—I can’t,” Dream screws his eyes shut and tries to breathe through his nose slowly.

“Dream, I’m coming. I can see you in the inner court. Stay there.”

Y/n hangs up after that and Dream looks at his phone.

Scared? A text says from an unknown number.

Dream presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek and blinks a few times. A knock on the plexiglass behind him startles Dream. He turns and sees you smiling. He lifts his hand in a small wave and you do the same, laughing at him. At least he has a way to take his mind off of the shit with the Ravens.

A bell signals the start of the line-up announcements and Dream throws his thumb over his shoulder. You nod, understandingly, and blow him a kiss. Dream smiles shyly, his cheeks growing pink before he turns to leave.

You make your way back up to your seat, your legs bouncing in anticipation as the Ravens walk on the court one by one while the announcer calls the line-up. Once the Ravens are in a line on the halfway line, the Falcons are announced.

Since teams are co-ed, the variances in heights differ greatly. The Ravens are much taller than a majority of the Falcons, which gives them an advantage, to an extent. Dream had told you that being shorter allows you to move around the court with more agility, but being 6’2’’, Dream chose to be a striker instead of a dealer or a backliner.

“Number 2, Dream Tucker.”

At the sound of your best friend’s name, you stand and cheer, earning a few dirty looks from Ravens fans. As the remainder of the team is announced, you grow more nervous than you thought possible. A warning buzzer sounds and both teams go back to their benches.

“Alright, guys, this is our biggest game of the season, again. The last game against these idiots wasn’t ideal, but don’t let that deter you from doing your best tonight. That goes for you too, Dream," Coach looks towards Dream and he nods. Dream draws his bottom lip between his teeth from under his helmet and looks down at the ground. Sapnap’s hand slaps Dream's back in support and then the rest of the team is in agreement.

At his teammates’ words, Dream huffs. He can do this. The starting team goes onto the court, the doors closing behind them with a thump and then the scrape of a lock.

Dream sits on the bench next to Punz and Liliana. They hear the buzzer go off again and then watch as Sapnap flicks the ball into the air and slams it with his racket. There’s a distinctive crack as both teams race off their lines to find their preferred place on the court along with the players they need to mark. Three bodies crash into each other and the ball pops out on the other side, rolling silently.

At the sight of violence, the stadium roars. A Ravens backliner throws the ball and it hits the plexiglass in front of Dream who jumps in surprise. The ball is picked up off the floor by another Ravens player. He throws it to a girl who is running across the court and it lands perfectly into her net. Dream sees Tegan bodyslam the girl into the wall, the glass shuddering under their weight and Sapnap throws his hand up in a thumbs-up at Tegan, who smiles under her helmet.

The ball sails high in the air and players push and shove each other under it. As it comes down, George gets pushed to the floor, skidding to a stop a few feet away. The Ravens striker looks George dead in the eye and smirks as he catches the ball. He then tosses it powerfully towards the home court goal and the Falcons' goalie, Gabby, hits it up the court and away from herself. Dream, Punz and Liliana cheer from their spots on the subs bench.

“Nice one, Gabs! Falcons down the court!” Coach yells through the plexiglass.

Dream wears a smile when he turns back to look at you. You grin back, give him a thumbs-up, and nod. That’s when Dream knows he’s ready.

But, ten minutes into the game, the Ravens break the Falcons defensive line. The ball slips through the gap between Gabby’s torso and racket and lands in the back of the net, the siren above the goal going red and blaring a high-pitched sound. The Ravens don’t hug or cheer and return to their places on the court. Their fans, however, throw insults and middle fingers up at the Falcons while screaming and hollering.

“Fuck’s sake,” Dream mumbles. Punz slaps his pair of gloves against the bench and Liliana shakes her head.

The game went on like this for the rest of the half—the Ravens scoring 6 more goals, the Falcons scoring none. At half-time, Sapnap throws his helmet on the floor of the locker room.

“I fucking hate these guys,” He curses, pacing around the room. Coach sits on a chair, his elbows on his knees.

“We all do, but complaining about it isn’t going to help us win,’ Dream says. “Coach put me on.”

Coach looks at Dream for a moment. The tension in the room is thick and Dream knows he’s pushing his luck by asking. Nonetheless, Coach sighs before nodding stiffly.

“Dream goes on for Peter, Punz on for Drew, Liliana on for Tegan.”

And so it’s decided. Dream’s thumbs fly across his screen as he texts you. You pull your phone out of your pocket at the sound of your text tone and see the message. I’m on.

You smirk softly at it and message him back before you tuck your phone back into your pocket. The warning buzzer sounds and then both teams are back on the court: the Ravens with a whole new line-up and the Falcons with their three new subs.

Dream’s heart pounds in his chest, sending shuddery heat through every inch of his body. He holds his breath in anticipation for the serve, and then it starts. The Ravens are clearly a lot more experienced than the Falcons, but that doesn’t stop the team in green from giving everything they’ve got.

The ball hits the far wall and comes soaring back, thanks to the Ravens goalie. Dream jumps to catch it before it can fly over his head and it lands safely in the soft net of his striker racket. He looks around for opponents and takes 7 steps of his allowed 10, and passes it to George who is open further down the court. George catches the ball, then twists and passes the ball across to Punz. His mark collides with him a moment later and George goes sliding, his arm out with his racket to help him balance. Punz runs down the court, stops, then throws the ball to Liliana. His mark slams his racket down violently on Punz’s in retaliation. The backliner shakes his head in annoyance and continues running.

Dream is already near the goal by the time it gets to him again. He gets the ball and only has two steps to aim and shoot before a Ravens player crashes into him. Dream hits the ground so hard, he rolls. But, the crowd holds their breath as they watch the ball sail past the goalie and into the back of the net. The siren glows red and all Dream can hear is his ears ringing. Sapnap runs up to Dream and helps him up, congratulating him in the process. Dream looks around confused before realising he scored a goal. The entire team rushes towards him, cheering and laughing.

“Good job, Dream! Let’s do that again!” Coach yells. Dream’s surprised he can hear him over the crowd.

The game starts again with Falcons serve. The Falcons’ are fired up and back in the game, even if it is 6-1. And as soon as George throws Dream the ball, he dodges his mark and flies up the court, unguarded and ready to score again. The Ravens’ goalie isn’t prepared for Dream’s throw and misses the ball as it’s thrown at him, making the score 6-2. The crowd gets impossibly louder and Dream looks up into the sea of people to spot you. The smile on your face gives Dream newfound confidence and then everybody is back at their starting positions.

The Ravens are angry, there’s no doubt about that. Sapnap gives the striker a boyish smirk and a snide comment, which Dream can’t hear. He guesses it pisses them off because the second the ball is thrown from the Ravens dealer, the striker goes straight for Sapnap. The younger boy is thrown against the wall of the court and continues to spit insults at the Ravens player, despite his situation.

“Sapnap! Get out of there, bro!” Punz yells, collecting the ball from the ground and throwing it back to Gabby to hit up the court. Sapnap laughs and shakes his head, his lips still moving. Dream sees, out of the corner of his eye, the Ravens player drawing his fist back before punching Sapnap in the nose. The Falcons fans in the crowd start booing at the unnecessary violence and the referees unlock the doors to intervene. Dream meets Sapnap’s eye and raises his eyebrows when he sees Sapnap laughing, blood dripping into his mouth and coating his teeth. The referees pull the Ravens striker off of Sapnap and give him a red card for throwing the first punch. The Ravens fans boo and start swearing at the referees, but their cries are drowned out by the sound of the home crowd.

Due to the incident, the teams are to go back to their positions to start the serve again. Now that the Ravens are down a player, Dream knows the ways to get around them, especially when Sapnap is unguarded.

“Dream!” Sapnap calls when Dream catches the ball. He spins around a little too quickly, loses his balance slightly but throws the ball anyway. As he watches it fly across the court, Dream feels his entire body get crushed against the wall of the court. His head rebounds off the wall from the impact. There’s a heavy weight that pushes him into it more and he can’t breathe. Dream flails his arms, drops his racket, and attempts to push the Ravens player off of him. There’s no doubt that Dream hit his head again. He knows he did. A helmet can only do so much.

Dream can only hear ringing in his ears as he feels the Raven get pulled off—and it isn't the same ringing he heard when he scored the Falcons first goal. He tries to scramble to his feet before he crumples to the ground. Dream blinks a few times, disorientated, but still fails to gain a conscious mind. His eyes start to close when he feels his helmet being tugged off and then someone’s slapping his cheeks. “Stay awake, Dream.”

Dream can barely hear the sound of someone slamming their fists against the plexiglass behind him and then the person in front of him nods. He thinks it’s Sapnap. “Come on, bro, it’s only a few steps and then you can lie down.”

Dream’s head lols to the side, eyes half-open and a lazy grin on his mouth. “Sappy,” he slurs. Sapnap lets out a laugh for the first time since his best friend got knocked out and smiles at him.

“Yeah, dude, it’s me. We’re gonna get you fixed up, okay?” Dream nods before he closes his eyes. “No, no, Coach!” The world fades out around him and Dream falls unconscious.

—

The light is so bright above him. Dream closes his eyes again after he opens them and groans softly. The sound is almost too quiet for you to hear, but you do. And when you do, you lift your head from where you were resting on the edge of his bed. The chair you are sitting in is uncomfortable, so when you stand up, your muscles ache. “Hey, baby, how do you feel?”

If Dream was fully conscious, he would have blushed immensely at the sound of the pet name, but for the moment, he feels like he’s in a dream. His mouth is dry and he struggles to keep his eyes open for longer than 3 seconds. “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay.”

Dream feels pressure on his hand and moves his head slightly to see that your fingers are wrapped around his. You hear him murmur something, and lean down.

“Hi,” He whispers. You furrow your eyebrows at his greeting and look him in the eyes.

“That’s all I get? Hi?” You let out a breathy laugh and use your other hand to brush his hair away from his forehead. But, Dream can’t feel you on his skin. He hesitantly lifts his other hand to touch his forehead and feels a bandage.

“Surprise! Another scar,” You joke. Although, Dream can hear the edge to your words. Your smile disappears from your lips and then you sigh. Your eyes scan over Dream’s face, noting the dull green of his eyes and the pale of his skin. “Oh, Dream. I was so worried about you.”

Dream opens his eyes from when they had fallen closed again and sees the silent tears dripping down your cheeks. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m fine,” His voice is scratchy and the sound of the word ‘fine’ does not sound fine. You smile sadly at him, then huff, wiping at your face.

“I almost forgot…” You trail off, rounding the bed to the other side to pick up a bowl and a cotton ball. You sit on the edge of the bed and dip the cotton into the antiseptic. You turn Dream’s head slowly to get a better look at the cut on his cheek. You drag the medicine over the gash and watch as Dream doesn’t flinch.

Once you are done, you place both of the things on the side table of the medical bay in the Falcons home stadium and look at Dream. He gives you a lazy smile and his fingers twitch against yours. “Thank you.”

You nod, eyes wide. “Of course, you know I’ll always be here to clean you up.”

Dream can feel his skin heating up. You get a concerned look on your face when you see the rise in pink on his cheeks. “Oh my god, are you heating up? Do you have a fever?”

He wants to laugh so badly. “Y/n, I’m okay. It’s not a fever. I’m blushing,” Dream says bashfully.

You realise why and then grow embarrassed. “Oh.”

The air isn’t tense, but there’s something there and you want to stick around to find out what it is.

Feedback is always appreciated xx

[tsuki-xoxo]

One Day At A Time

Overview: The moment you first saw Shinso’s performance at the first year Sports Festival set off a chain of fateful interactions and an unrequited declaration of rivalry. Now, as you stand hand in hand with your husband-to-be, you can’t help but think back to everything that brought you here. 

Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi x Reader

Word Count: 3741

Genre: Scenario, Fluff 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this for the POCuties Server Collab: ‘A Wedding to Remember!’ My heart went binkie boom doom. I hope you all enjoy best boi Shinso!! And thank you to @tui-lah​ for beta reading, I appreciate it! You can find the rest of everyone’s amazing works here.

The flowers entwined between your fingers twinge with sweat from your palms as the beating of your heart ran a mile a minute. Exhaling a breath, you briefly glanced at the bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers before the double doors broke you from your reverie. On either side stood your best friend, Mina, in a beautiful gown that accentuated her figure, and Kaminari, your husband-to-be’s best friend. 

Mina beamed, the black sclera of her eyes twinkling as she caught onto the small sigh of contentment that left your lips as you basked in the physique of the love of your life in a tuxedo at the end of the peddle-filled aisle. The light reflected from the vibrant bouquet, which made you look dazzling in the spotlight. Carrying on an otherworldly trance before the two left your side, not before the blonde sent you subtle thumbs up. 

Facing your groom, your eyes roamed his figure, giving him a once-over. The tuxedo hugged him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and slim build. The black of his suit had a velvet quality to it, and brought something out of him, a self-respecting pride and confidence that had you nibbling your bottom lip. 

“Oh, hello, Mr. Bond,” you whispered with a cheeky grin. You couldn’t help yourself, Shinso looked like the perfect action man with a license to thrill. His typically messy indigo hair was slicked back, or at least tried to be, you had to give him an ‘A’ for the effort. You peaked at the tips that were haphazardly pushed back, intertwining into a beautiful chaos-- you’d fix it later into his naturally ruffled tufts. 

You heard a breathy snort from the man across you. Looking up, your eyes latched onto an all-too-familiar pair of glaciers that resembled hyacinths and the lazy-smirk that had the corner of your eyes softening. 

Shinso reaches out to you as soon as the one to wed you both begins to speak, his calloused hands holding yours. It’s funny actually, as you gaze at your intertwined hands and the paleness of his skin of how the two of you ended up in the aisle together, rings readied to be worn, and a life promised to spend together forever.

You remembered it like it was just yesterday.

After his fight with Midoriya during the first year Sports Festival, you left the stands to find the General Studies student in the hall. Luckily for you, you saw him in no time, the striking lavender hair and familiar U.A. uniform that he wore was hard to miss. You quickly fell into step with his languid steps.

“Shinso Hitoshi, right? I’m (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

With his ashy lilac and deeply sunken eyes, he faced you with a bored expression on his face. “Okay.”

The two of you walk in silence for at least a few minutes, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck before he speaks. “Uh--” he clears his throat a little awkwardly, “why are you following me?” It was a simple question, not one that harbored an accusing tone, and you were almost shocked by the fact that he made no effort to chase you away.

“Oh shit,” you cursed, smacking your forehead, having forgotten to announce the reason why you followed him in the first place. “My bad, dude, I can’t believe I forgot. You’re my rival.”

“What?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, his pace slowing even more until they stopped. 

“Rival, y’ know where two people compete for the same objective or superiority.”

He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes, “I know what a rival is, but why are you declaring that you’re mine.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You thought that at this point, it was obvious enough for him to catch on. Maybe he was a bit slow; the bags under his eyes may have killed a couple of brain cells over the years. “‘Cause we have the same goal,” you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “We want to prove everyone who doubts us wrong.” Mich like him, growing up with an ‘evil’ Quirk, you’ve had a fair share of gossip surrounding you. That’s why you wanted to be a hero, to end the discrimination against labeling Quirks as villainous. 

“Really?” he paused, “what would a student from the heroics course know about being deemed as a criminal.” One look into his eyes, and you already knew. The bitterness in his orbs was unmistakable.

“More than you know,” you murmured, refusing to break eye contact. 

The mauve haired boy’s uninterested expression softened at the dispute in your eyes, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small grin. Looking at you properly this time, like he really saw you as a person, not just some random stranger that decided to follow him around.

“Sorry, but no,” Shinso stated, the usual indifference lacing his tone, the smile falling from his face. “I’m not looking to make friends or rivals.”

You giggled mischievously at him, the purple of his eyes side-eyeing you with weariness. “You’re cute,” you state bluntly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. His expression is replaced with a gawk at the pure boldness from you, red splotching on the apple of his cheeks. “You actually think you have a choice! See ya soon, rival!” 

With that, you turn on your heel, searching for your homeless-looking homeroom teacher. You have the perfect recommendation for an intern.  

“(L/N)?” he demanded, stunned by your sudden appearance.

You turned your head from your position on the floor, stretching, glancing toward his direction. “Hey, rival.” The boy looked slightly different from the last time you had seen him, with a bandage-like material wrapped around his neck, similar to Aizawa’s.

Hopping onto your feet, you brushed the dust off your hands, walking onto the mat placed in the middle of the gym as Aizawa spoke up. “Shinso, you’re training with (L/N) today. It’s a joint training to access your weaknesses, first to get knocked down or pushed off the mat loses,” he said, his expression never changing.

Bending down a bit, you prepared to make a move before the boy with lavender hair stopped you in your footsteps. “How the hell did you get Aizawa-sensei to agree to this?” he asked with an amused look in his eyes. 

Smirking, you peered up through your lashes, looking at him with faux innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yes, you do. At the Sports Festival, you told Aizawa about the general studies student, but Aizawa was already aware of the male since he had taken note of him. Unsurprisingly to you, your teacher decided to mentor the student, and it took a lot of bribing and coaxing for you to convince him to join just one training session, but that’s all you needed. 

You stiffened immediately, your eyes glazing over as you become immobile, not even able to process or think properly. You watch the white of your rival’s teeth move, and the next thing you know, you blink, conscious, and off the mat. The stoic male wore a bored expression on his face as your eyes widen in realization, he just brainwashed you. 

It was as if a match sparked over you as you glared at him. Lunging forward instantly, taking the purple-haired boy by surprise, you brought your leg up to kick him in the shin as he lost balance. Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, you pounced, both arms wrapping around his torso as you tackled him, or at least tried to. It seemed that Aizawa had been training his student well because the tackle didn’t do anything besides move him backward. Quickly, you leaped back, creating a space.

The boy’s ruffled hair from his night’s sleep and current fight had strands sticking together, slick with sweat. “What, that’s all you got?” Shinso asked, but you bit back a sharp remark, refusing to take the bait again. 

Failing to evade the knee that came straight for your abdomen, the impact knocked you back slightly but lacked to knock you down. You were taken aback by his speed and accuracy, and for a second, you wanted to smile at the growth of the male that stood in front of you, it was like he wasn’t the same boy that had lost to Midoriya. 

Focusing on the match at hand, you dodged his next onslaught of attacks, moving efficiently to evade them with the slight knowledge of his fighting style from the Sports Festival. Thanking yourself for forcing all those hours you spent training your physical abilities, you moved forward the moment you noticed Shinso starting to take labored breaths from his never-ending assaults. However, before you could even register what was happening, Shinso loosened the material around his neck, effectively capturing you amid some ridiculously strong bandages. With the help of the capture tape, he swung you around, gathering momentum before releasing you. Before you were thrown off the mat, though, you grabbed the white scarf and pulled yourself safely in bounds. 

With record speed, you raced across to meet Shinso, the capture material moving forward to shield its wielder from an attack, but you abruptly shot your arm up, tensing the male’s muscles you pushed it out of your way, continuing your route to the lilac haired male. Using your remaining strength before your sight dotted from vertigo, a drawback to your Quirk, you used both of your arms to grasp onto his, crouching you flip him over. 

Falling flat on the mat, you heaved a breath and closed your eyes to regulate the spottiness surrounding you. When you heard shuffling, you peaked an eye open, pointedly-eyeing the hovering male. 

“You’ve gotten better,” you commented. 

Shinso let out a soft chuckle. “You’re not half bad,” he countered, crossing his arms before adding, “besides when you became a sore loser and just hopped back in here without a word.”

You gave him a non-threatening pointed look, “hey! I forgot about the brainwashing bit for a second there. Can you blame me?”

Scoffing, you took his outreached hand and pulled yourself up with his combined effort. 

“I mean for a rival, that was just sad,” mused Shinso, running a hand through his hair, tufts of purple sticking out in random directions, suiting him. 

The corners of your mouth lifted up into a smile, a slight stinging sensation from the cut on your lip from the fight somehow, but you didn’t care as your smile widened into a brilliant grin since Shinso finally acknowledged you. “Rival, huh?” you laughed, feeling absolutely delirious. 

After Shinso acknowledged you as his rival, you both became training partners and soon enough close friends. Before either of you knew it, you were already in your second year at U.A., and your purple-haired friend had been accepted into the hero course. 

You’re not exactly sure when you started developing feelings for the boy. Maybe it was the moment he exposed his perfectly aligned teeth, glowing with happiness and hope. Or it was his innate ability to spark a conversation with anyone, despite having a reserved and calm attitude. Even stating that he had no interest in making friends, yet you swiveled your way in and surrounded him with support, along with Kaminari, the greenette, Midoriya, and even the cerulean blue-eyed Monoma. Or it’s his aspiration to usurp anyone who walked the same path as him to become a Pro. Either way, there was no denying the flutters roaming around in your stomach. 

As you heaved, trying to catch your breath,  your exercise friend was doing the same, but talking about something, you weren’t really paying attention to his words. Just hearing his voice made your stomach tingle and your heart beat erratically in your chest so hard that it felt it’d burst. You followed the beads of sweat trickle down his face and run onto his lips, focusing how the red of his tongue would peak out to catch the salty droplets. 

When your eyes met, you swore that your heart thumped so hard that it was audible, even for him. His eyes, those deep magenta orbs that could tell a whole story just by looking at them, felt like you were injected with liquid adrenaline into your bloodstream, and the entire zoo grew rampant in your chest. Shinso’s cat-like eyes felt like looking into the sun for too long-- a maze you could get lost in and soon enough be blinded by. He was so effortlessly looking handsome. 

And his hands. The same slender ones that have been on you time and time again, training after training. The image of his hands brushing against your own as you walk flickers throughout your mind, growing into a daydream of your own intertwining. Suddenly you speak, “Hitoshi, I like you.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise at your confession, mouth ajar, and hand frozen on his capture material. The intensity of his gaze put a crack in your steely disposition as you glance the other way. “But don’t worry. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just wanted to get that off my chest. 

You watched as Shinso grinned, shaking his head in disbelief, his arm rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He wasn’t one to smile much, never having much reason to and the fact that it took too much effort. But every time you spoke, you somehow made the corners of his mouth tug upwards each time. You didn’t merely speak words with no meaning behind. With every word you spoke, they were curt, straight to the point, and your conversations didn’t need the time-consuming falsehood of small talk. So, it was no surprise when you bluntly admit your feelings to your crush. 

Like you promised, you never forced Shinso to speak up about your confession, not once asking if he felt the same way. You guys’ relationship continued to grow without a hitch, but that never stopped you from making flirtatious remarks with the male from time to time. A cheeky grin permanently painted across your face every time you were with him. 

Scrambling up to your feet, you hurriedly made your way over to him despite your aching muscles. Clasping your hands around his neck in a chock-hold, you used your legs, dropping him on the ground right then and there.

“What were you saying about beating me?” you asked, laughing in between pants. 

After three years of regular quirkless and quirkful combat with Shinso, you both had improved drastically every battle with one another. It took you everything to drop him over your shoulder like before, but you collapsed on the ground next to him, panting as soon as you did. 

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Shinso retorted, looking at you. Picking up on your exhaustion, he rolled over, immediately entrapping you with his weight as he grabbed both arms with his own, pinning you down. 

“That’s not fair! The match was already over,” you pouted, however made no effort to push him off. He grinned, breathing out, his breath fanning over your face. It took mere seconds for him to realize the close proximity of your two faces, his own heating up, instantly taking on a rose hue. He hastily scrambled off of you, looking away as he tried to calm his face. 

“Damn, I was hoping to be wrapped in your arms for longer,” you teased, whipping a fake tear delicately from your face. 

He coughed at your words, choking on the water as his head snaps at you from the comment, hints of pink still present on his cheek. “Huh? Wha--”

“Relax,” you scoffed, propping yourself up with your elbows. “I’m just fucking with you.” As you made your way to your bags that were thrown onto the floor, you patted the male’s toned back as to acquiesce that everything’s alright. But before you can maneuver around him, Shinso’s hand latches itself on your wrist.

“Wait,” he murmurs, pulling you toward him. You make no move to pull away, feeling safe and secure in his arms, not the edge of intensity that comes with dancing with danger in your daily life as a hero-in-training. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning into Shinso’s embrace, even more, an affectionate smile on his face. 

He tugs your cheek softly. “I like you too.” You stay silent, holding your breath as the pad of his thumb brushes against the skin he just pulled, and fingertips lightly grazing your jaw, you find yourself leaning into his palm, the ends of your lips tipping up slightly. You two focus on one another’s eyes, and all your common sense shuts down because the attention he’s giving you his startling, the vibrant violet of his orbs near closer, stealing your breath. 

You brought your hands to the back of his neck, and in an instant, his lips found yours with a content sigh. Your eyes flutter shut, and even in darkness, you see light exploding. Although his movements were gentle and slow, his lips were firm, the two of you moving in perfect sync, sending shivers down your back. With each move, the blurred lines of your friendship beginning to clear, forming something new entirely. Parting your lips, you sighed as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, his lips plump and red. 

Fluttering your eyes open, you find Hitoshi wearing a sweet smile on his face, filled with affection. His smile was one of happiness growing, much like spring flowers. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. While your heart was pounding, and your lips were still pulsing from the way he kissed you, the silly smile never fell from your face.  

“Finally.”

You and Shinso have been dating for five years now, debuting and growing as Pro Heroes. As time passed, your love for him got even stronger. Whenever he looked at you, it was like every ounce of air was taken from your lungs, floating in the sky like a midnight smoke cloud. Every time your lips tangled, the world would stop, leaving just the two of you wandering the earth together. When the two of you cuddle, and he holds your face between his hands, it’s like he’s keeping you in an eternity of security.

When the two of you were patrolling the streets, you came across chaos and panicked citizens. In the distance, there were flickering flames that hinted something deadly. 

“Stay near me, (Y/N), and be careful,” Hitoshi announced as you catch up to his hurried pacing, nodding in acknowledgment, walking right into the heat of battle. The scene you were met with was unlike the disarray clues you had witnessed from the running citizens earlier. 

All around, you could see the burning of bright orange flames as they devoured everything in their path. Your nose scrunched up in alarm from the smell of charred concrete and ash as they dusted the air. The moment you observed your surroundings, you wished you hadn’t. You narrowed your eyes as a menacing creature hovered around a horde of panicked civilians that desperately tried to scramble away. The beast had an ugly beak head with wings and extra limbs, and bloodlust radiating out of its beady eyes. It’s what every Pro has been acquainted with, a Nomu.

“Ready?” he grunted, quickening his pace to match yours. 

“Always,” you answered, reaching out an arm, and in an instant, you immobilized the Nomu-like creature grasping hold of one of the unfortunate bystanders, your boyfriend running by you with his capture scarf in tow. 

You rushed over to the person ungracefully falling with its captor. Grabbing the man’s arm, you slung him over your shoulder as you hauled him to safety. The man gasped out a thank you, slumping over a wall a fair distance away from the fighting, trying to catch his breath. 

When you ran back into action, you and Hitoshi captured villains, the Nomu, and protected citizens. Multiple other heroes had arrived at the scene at this point, and the creature had been dragged out of by policemen, sirens echoing down the streets.

You had been rambling to your boyfriend about your costume, mentioning that you’d need to see Hatsume soon for some upgrades, but as you glanced over at him, you recognized the far offness in his eyes. 

“Hitoshi?” you ask with furrowed brows, snapping your finger in front of him.

He blinks, his hands finding purchase around your waist. He pulls you closer as he nudges his head between your neck, and you wrap your arms around him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair. Pulling back slightly, he reaches for your hands, interlocking them. A light smile adorned your face as you looked into his unblinking dark purple eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

Now, as you stand in front of your soon to be husband, you feel the way your heartbeat picks up while your lungs fill with more air, but at the same time, you feel incredibly light. This is it. You’re seriously going to marry the love of your life. 

There is so much to admire about him like his raw honesty. The way his words spill out real slow as if the truth can take its time. There’s like a force behind them, yet the kind that is respectful and quiet-- an observant and patient determination. He supports your pure, unadulterated personality, the good and bad. But of everything, it was looking in his eyes you loved the most. That’s all you ever needed to connect, just you and him, eyes, no words.

“You may now kiss.”

Shinso ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him, placing both hands on either side of your face. You two share a brief but deep kiss, yet you two are still grinning afterward as cheers from friends and families surround the two of you like magic, causing you to shiver in complete pleasure and ecstasy. 

In a world of chaos, the two of you find a place where togetherness means peace, where savage winds cease, and no clouds can block the warmth of the brightening rays. 

And neither of you would want to have it any other way. 

[duhragonball]

Battle Tendency Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 71-76

Let the joy of love give you an answer

And I will hold you when you're lost Just walk on to the light 1938 Bizarre Summer Every road will lead us to a memory of

Great Days

When I started reading the Battle Tendency Manga, one of my goals was to find connections between Part 2 and the others, because I feel like Part 2 is sort of isolated from the rest.   You never hear anyone talk about the Pillar Men in Part 3 or 4, and Joseph Joestar never appears again, save for an entry on a genealogy seen in JoJolion.

But thematically, there’s a lot of connective tissue here.   I already pointed out the scene where Smokey steals Joseph’s wallet in his first appearance, echoing Joseph’s final appearance, where Josuke steals his wallet in Part 4.   And I already mentioned the Italian connection.    Hirohiko Araki’s love for Italy is pretty well-known in the fandom, but only two JoJo parts have the distinction of taking place on Italian soil: 2 and 5.

But there’s other, subtler connections.   Joseph’s Clacker Volley relies on angular momentum, much like the “Spin” techniques used in Part 7.    But then you also have this moment in Battle Tendency where Caesar explains Hamon to Joseph, and compares it to the way a discus thrower spins around to gain distance on his throw.   In the same vein, the fictional Ripple techniques used by all the good guys is just an extension of something natural.    Everyone gains energy from respiration and blood circulation, but Hamon users can amplify that many times over to do amazing things with that energy.    It’s very similar to the lessons Johnny Joestar learns about “Spin” in Part 7.   I never really thought “Spin” had much to do with Hamon, and conceptually they may not be related, but the way they’re presented to the audience is very similar.

More Part 5 connections, you ask?   Well how about a trip from Rome to Venice?  No assassins on the train this time, so Joseph doesn’t have to steal 100 cars to finish the journey.

And how about a meeting with a mysterious person wearing a strange disguise...

Who turns out to be a lady?  What’s weird about this is that when I went through JoJo in order back in 2017, I never noticed the Lisa Lisa/Trish connection.   There was just so much crazy stuff happening in Parts 3 and 4 that I forgot all about how Lisa Lisa debuted.  

So yeah, let’s get back to the main plot.   I mean, I was going to talk about some connections with Part 6, but I seem to be drawing a blank.   Joseph’s parents died when he was very little, so there’s no way for him to have a contentious reunion with an absent parent.    There’s no way for his mom or dad to reveal that they were looking out for him this whole time, but they couldn’t tell him how or why.    I mean, Lisa Lisa kind of reminds me of Jotaro.   They’re both stoic badasses who smoke cigarettes.   But that’s kind of a stretch.  

Anyway, Joseph convinced the Pillar Men to let him live for another month so that he could give them a better fight later on.   To hold him to that promise, they implanted poison rings in his body, which will kill him in exactly 33 days, unless he defeats the Pillar Men and receives the antidote.   Caesar realizes that they both need more training to face the Pillar Men again, so he takes Joseph to Venice to meet his Hamon Master, for more training.   That’s Lisa Lisa.

I’m confused as to why Lisa Lisa wasn’t brought in a long time ago.   The plot progression of Part 2 implies that she only heard about this crisis when Caesar contacted her for more training, but we’ll soon see that the Ripple Clan has known about the Pillar Men for thousands of years, just as the Pillar Men knew about them.  

Actually, now that I think about it, why didn’t Straizo recognize the Pillar Man in Mexico then?   You’d think he would have taken one look at the guy and said “Oh shit, these dudes are back,” and forgotten all about his dreams of becoming a vampire like Dio.  Maybe Straizo had just lost all perspective by then.  Well, we’ll see if that gets explained later.

Anyway, Lisa Lisa starts the training immediately, by putting a mask on Joseph to control his breathing, which is a vital component of Ripple/Hamon stuff.  One thing Caesar explained to Joseph before they left for Venice is that their Hamon powers were about equal.   The only reason Caesar’s seems stronger is because he’s learned to concentrate it into smaller points, like his fingertips.   Joseph, on the other hand, has to express his Hamon power through his entire hand, which reduces its effectiveness.   Caesar compares this to the spray of water from a water pistol.   The smaller the nozzle, the more powerful the stream.

As for Speedwagon, well he just flew back to New York.   Joseph forbade him from telling Erina about the bind he’s in, so Speedwagon simply tells her that he’s bumming around Italy for a month.  Meanwhile, Lisa wants the boys to climb the Hell Climb Pillar.

So the Ripple Clan has this island castle off the coast of Venice, which they built in 39AD to train their students.   This was after the Pillar Men wiped out most of their guys, so I guess they wanted to really ramp up their training for the future.   Lisa opens the front gate and the first step inside takes you into this big pit full of oil, and she just kicks them inside without a word.   Ha ha, Lisa Lisa is awesome!

So the object of the Hell Climb Pillar is just to climb out of the pit.   Except the only way to do that is by clinging to a sheer pillar in the center and ascending 24 meters (about 79 feet).  Oh, and there’s some sort of fountain built into the pillar that keeps it covered with oil at all times.   The only way to make this work is by using Hamon power to cling to the oil and work your way up.  

Caesar is familiar with this test, and he at least has a general idea of how to do it, but he’s never attempted it before, and he knows a lot of students have died in the attempt.   The first thing he figures out is that it’s such an exhausting process that if you fall off part way, you won’t have enough stamina to start over, so you really only get one try at this.  

He spends most of his climb, however, worrying about Joseph, because Joseph’s Hamon skills are so rudimentary that he doesn’t even know how to cling to the pillar in the first place.   Fortunately...

Hermit Purple?   In my Battle Tendency?  It’s more likely than you think.   Joseph tries ripping his shirt and fashioning a makeshift rope for himself, but Lisa cuts it with a dagger before he can even try to use it.    I’m somewhat skeptical that this would have worked anyway.   She may have only foiled his attempt for his own benefit.   Joseph might have wasted a lot of precious energy trying to use this trick before giving up and doing it correctly. 

So, after all other options are exhausted, Joseph finally follows directions.  He watches Caesar for a while, then realizes that Caesar has been clinging to the oil with his fingertips, and not his palms.   It looks precarious, but Joseph remembers what Caesar told him about the water pistol and figures out that this is an application of that concept.    So he quickly catches up to Caesar, only to discover that the pillar gets harder to climb around the 18 meter mark. 

Around that elevation, the Pillar “protrudes”.   I think that means that it gently widens as you go up, something you can’t really see until you’re already climbing up there.    So now you’re not climbing straight up any more at a 90-degree angle to the ground, you’re more like 95 or 100 degrees, making it that much more of a struggle to hold on.  

But things get even worse when Joseph discovers a small crack in the pillar.   It’s the only handhold on the entire pillar, so he figures he can get a firmer grip on that and rest a bit.   Big mistake, because it’s booby-trapped, and when he touches the crack, it turns on this high-pressure stream of oil at the 20-meter level.   Oil just spews out from all sides of the pillar, and the pressure is so intense that when Caesar sticks a pen into it the oil stream cuts it in half.  

Joseph thinks Caesar is angry at him for his blunder, but Caesar’s actually worried for Joseph’s safety.   He only knows one way to get past the oil stream, and he isn’t sure Joseph has the skill necessary to pull it off.    See, you can use Hamon to cling to the oil, but you can also use it to repel the oil, and protect yourself from the high-pressure stream.   But Caesar now has to use use both of those principles simultaneously.   He has to cling to the pillar while moving through the stream.   He ends up doing this mid-air jump thing, and it works, but now he has to haul ass to get to the top of the pillar.   It’s not just for his own sake, but Caesar feels that he has to convince Lisa Lisa to call off the test to save Joseph’s life.   He doesn’t know how to do the trick Caesar pulled off, and Joseph’s the kind of guy who might get desperate or frustrated enough to do something drastic and get himself killed.   But when he reaches the top, there’s no one around.

But he needn’t have worried, because Joseph’s drastic idea actually works.    He apparently can’t repel and cling at the same time like Caesar, so instead he just clings.   Instead of passing through the oil stream, he clings to it, sliding across the flow of oil to the edge of the current, then flipping over it, where the pressure is low enough that it won’t hurt him.   Then he bounces off the top side of the oil stream and clings to the outer wall of the pit.  

Everyone is impressed, except the walls of the pit are even harder to climb than the pillar, and Joseph can’t quite make it to the top.    Caesar saves him with just 10 cm to go.   

Joseph is still sore at Lisa Lisa for putting him through all of that, but she tosses him an upside-down glass of water and Joseph is surprised to find that he can hold the water inside the glass with his Hamon, something he couldn’t do back in Rome, when Caesar told him they needed to train.    So now Joseph’s finally on board with all of this, and Lisa introduces the boys to he assistants, Messina and Loggins.   They put Caesar and Joseph through a grueling three weeks of training montage, until finally...

...They go shopping!  Some guy with a pompodour tries to steal a necklace from Lisa, but she catches him and lets Joseph deal with the guy.   Joseph covers the dude in mustard and then he complains about her carrying around a bright red stone like that for pickpockets to see.    Wait... red stone?  Yeah, it’s the Red Stone of Aja.

On their way back home, Lisa explains the backstory of the Pillar Men.    They created the Stone Masks to improve themselves, and tested the technology on humans.    No one knows how the Stone Masks work, but the “bones” that jut out of them somehow bring out “latent power” in the human brain and it turns them into vampires. 

I never really considered that before, but I suppose the bony spikes in the masks are kind of analogous to the effect of being pierced by the arrows in Parts 4, 5, and 6.  Part 5 offers a partial explanation for the Stand Arrows by saying the heads of the arrows were carved from a meteorite found in Greenland, and there was an alien virus in the meteorite.   You get cut by this metal, and get sick from the virus, and you either recover with a Stand power or you die.   There was a text piece in Part 7 that tried to connect the Stand concept with Hamon, the Stone Masks, and “Spin”, suggesting that the latter three were attempts to achieve what Stands can do, and I guess that makes sense.    Maybe the Stone Masks were the Pillar Men attempting to invent whatever the alien meteor was supposed to do.   Except it’s not as advanced, so it can only do vampires instead of Stands.

Eventually, Kars’ experiments led him to the discovery of a particular stone that amplifies and focuses light.   He believed that if he could work that into his Stone Mask technology, then he could create a more powerful mask that would bring about greater improvements into his own body.   The problem was that he needed a bigger, more flawless stone than the ones that were available to him.   And that’s why they went to Rome to find one.   The 1st Century B.C. Ripple Clan couldn’t stop the Pillar Men, but they did manage to secure the stone they were looking for, and it’s been in their possession ever since.   Lisa Lisa holds it up to the sun and blows up part of her boat just to show off what it can do.

Joseph suggests that they just destroy the thing.    After all, it does them no good, and it means everything to their enemies, so why keep it around?   But there’s some legend that says it will be impossible to defeat the Pillar Men if the Red Stone of Aja is destroyed.

This seemed kind of hokey to me at first.   Lisa Lisa even admits that she doesn’t understand what that legend means, but she’s convinced that she has to protect the stone anyway.   But then I remembered Tonpetty, the leader of the Ripple Clan in Part 1.   He taught Will A. Zeppeli how to use Hamon, but warned him that it would lead to Will’s gruesome death.   Presumably, Tonpetty had some sort of gift of prophecy, and maybe it’s not far-fetched to think that others in the Ripple Clan had the same ability.   So maybe someone, a long time ago, foretold the ultimate fate of the Red Stone of Aja, and the Ripple Clan has been following that vague counsel ever since.

This might explain how the Ripple Clan knows so much about the Pillar Men in the first place.    It never made much sense to me how the Pillar Men would travel to Rome and this secret band of warriors would be there ready to oppose them.   It’s also kind of convenient that the Ripple Clan knows so much about the Pillar Men’s Stone Mask research.   I mean, the Pillar Men barely acknowledge humans as it is, so why would Kars deign to explain anything to them?   

Now that I think about it, this might be why the Ripple Clan turned to divination in the first place.   Their enemies were so mysterious and their motives so baffling that they may have had no choice but to consult fortune-tellers and psychics for insight.    And, one way or another, they managed to get some solid intel this way.   Kars really was doing R&D on Stone Masks.   He really did go to Rome in search of a “Super Aja”.    Will Zeppeli did die, as Tonpetti warned him.   Kars really did return in 1938, as the Aztec’s predicted.   And it really will be impossible to defeat the Pillar Men without the Red Stone of Aja.    Lisa doesn’t know how that works yet, but she knows it’s true.

But that’s not important right now.   For now, it’s time for Joseph and Caesar to complete their training by heading back to base for a final showdown with their instructors.   Joseph’s final test will be a battle with Loggins, so I assume Caesar has to take on Messina.   But when Joseph shows up for his test...

He finds two people on the battlefield.   One is Loggins, and the other guy is killing him.

And yeah, it’s Esidisi.  Who invited him?   Well, Joseph was going to fight him in a week or so anyway, so why put off tomorrow what you can do today?

[sketch--booked]

Awesome ninjago dream time!

I had a dream like, 10 minutes ago and hell it was cool. It had Echo, Zane as a focus but included the rest of the ninja too which surprised me. Except for Jay, he just wasn’t in the dream,,, I don’t know why--

From what I remember, Kai, Cole and Zane were separated from the rest, and were in this tower lookin’ place, think Donnie’s lab from RotTMNT, but darker.

The center of the room was just brimming with blue and white electricity, and as they walk in, someone walks out from behind the column of static. It’s Echo, but he’s not copper or gold, he’s a purple-ish grey silver (the sides of his head and hair was darker than his face and his eyes were gold, straight gold, they stood out against the blues and blacks). Ngl, looked kinda like Ultron.

He comes out and I remember Kai and Cole look to Zane and Zane just looks conflicted, scared, confused, concerned. Echo says something, probably about knowing Zane or how they’re totally related, and it makes Kai and Cole real mad, and the two of them start to fight Echo. Zane is not fighting and instead stands back as he watches, what looks like, himself fighting his friends. The battle continues and Nya and Lloyd (without Jay?? Jay just wasn’t in this dream) join in just as Echo pushes some button, directing the lightning to Kai and Cole, and they disappear.

They do not die, and in fact are teleported to a jungle island(?). They get thrown out of what looks like a wormhole, and immediately assume they were banished to another realm (understandably) and Kai of all people begins having an unexpected panic attack to which Cole comforts him and they choose to wander along the edge of the beach to map out their surroundings (my dream gave me a reason for them leaving, thanks brain).

I think it would be fun to mention that this dream all happens in a stylized animated way, that’s generally how my dreams look, but with Kai and Cole’s “scenes” it looks like the minifigs, and I would love to point out that Cole has a bandanna and man bun and tore his black trousers to resemble shorts, while Kai ends up tearing his gi to look like a crop vest with no arms and has light brown trousers instead of red... It was a cool design honestly, I’m proud of my brain.

Back to Lloyd, Nya and Zane. Echo ends up beating Lloyd and Nya pretty badly and directs his attention to Zane, still having a mini freak-out, and tells him all about how Zane was the one that was loved, Zane wad the son Julien wanted, Zane got cool powers and made friends. While Echo was a copy of that, Julien didn’t want echo, he wanted his real son, Echo didn’t get powers, Echo didn’t get friends of love, he didn’t even get his brother. So now he was gong to take that all away, so Zane could know exactly what Echo felt.

It strikes then that Echo is his brother. And tries desperately to talk to Echo, while Echo is continuously attacking Zane. Eventually , Zane places himself on an Ice podium to escape Echo’s barrage of attacks and Echo takes this as an opportunity to play with Zanes head. He begins to talk about how he’s always been above the rest, pointing to Nya and Lloyd, and how he’s the one that gets the attention since he’s “oh so special”. Zane uses logic to negate everything Echo throws at him, throwing in his line “I am built to protect those who cannot protect themselves” and it is that sentence that throws Echo off the edge.

Echo is yelling, screaming at him, throwing all his emotions into one big pile and telling Zane everything he’s felt and done because he just wanted what Zane had. Echo doesn’t know that through this, he’s crying and Zane’s lowered himself from his podium to stand in front of Echo. Echo looks up to see Zane also has tears in his eyes. And in an unspoken attempt to make things up, Zane hugs Echo, tight, and hold him close, Echo is tense at first but softens into the hug. Echo’s sobs are drowned by the cracking and popping of the machine and the two just sit on the floor together in a brotherly embrace.

My dreams don’t end happy though and it all goes wrong! Sirens emitting from the computers and warnings cover the screens. Echo pulls from the hug instantly and looks around frantically, landing his eyes on Zane and Zane looks in confusion. Echo dashes off to one of the computers close to the previously mentioned button. Lloyd and Nya, with their weapons still drawn but not prepared, move up to the brothers. Lloys asks what’s wrong and Echo states that the machine technically isn’t ready and that first blast actually could've destroyed them all. Echo did not equate for the recharge, and throughout their squabble the machine was just getting more and more charged.

Echo states the best way not to die, would be to teleport them all to the same location, since there would be no time to escape the blast radius. Lloyd and Nya are adamant that they could make it and just when they are about to leave the tower (which i’m realizing at this point is probably the lighthouse prison), when Zane puts his hand on Echo’s shoulder and says “I trust him”. Promoting a disbelieving and hopeful look from Echo and a hesitant glare from Nya to Lloyd, who states “If Zane trusts him, so do I”.

Nya is still hesitant but believes the same. The four stand together as Echo slams down on the same button, sending them all to the same location through the wormhole. Just as they do this, the Lighthouse combusts in a striking explosion of blues and purples. The lighthouse is no more.

When the four get thrown out, they appear at the same beach. Nya is okay with the location because there’s water. Lloyd is asking Echo all sorts of questions. “Why are you evil? Are you still evil? What was your main goal? Where are we right now? Are you honestly Zane’s brother? Are you even listen--” He’s not listening, and instead is looking away from them, ashamed. 

Zane comes over, while Lloyd is still asking questions, to comfort him again. They have a conversation about how Echo thought this was the only way to get his attention and the only way to make him understand how he felt and Zane tells him that it’s okay to feel however he feels, what’s upsetting is the way he went about those emotions. Echo remarks that being a nindroid doesn’t help all to much and Zane laughs in understanding, saying “You will understand when you are older”. 

Nya pulls Lloyd aside to point out two pairs of footprints in the sand. Lloyd calls Zane over who confirms that that is Cole and Kai’s shoe sizes, and Echo confirms that this is the location he intended to strand Zane on, realizing how bad that sounds out loud he looks away. Lloyd recommends they follow the prints to see where the two went and see if they can catch up. 

This is where we go back to Kai and Cole, who are still traveling through the jungle, the beach cornered off into a cliff and Cole didn’t want to disturb any potential threats, so they continue inwards. (I’m writing this whole bit out exactly as I saw it, Cole getting upset)

Kai is cutting away at the leaves and sticks while ranting about how “When I get off this island, I’m gonna pin that little squirt to the ground and make him wish he was never built!”.

Cole reminds him that “If that ‘Little squirt’ really is Zane’s brother like he says, Zane probably wouldn’t be to thrilled with you smashing him into scrap.”

“Zane wouldn’t care! That twerp is clearly evil, did you see the way he zapped us?” Looking back at his friend.

Cole raises an eyebrow at him “...Evilly?”

“Exactly! Wait- yeah, evilly.” and Cole sighs “Besides, Zane knows better then to get friendly with villains, we’ve seen enough of how well that tuned out with-” He cuts himself off.

“You know Zane doesn’t like ‘that’ being mentioned, even when when he’s not here.” Cole reminds him calmly.

Kai paused “I-I know, I’m just--Mad! How can someone, supposedly your family, turn on you like that! It’s-”

“You did the same thing,” Cole interrupted. Kai stopped mid-swing and stared wide eyed at Cole, anger clearly starting to build. “What?” He prompted Cole to continue, carefully.

“You’ve fallen for the same trick as both of them, dude. Lloyd says you were persuaded by Chen’s staff just the same as Zane was by that Vex guy and the scroll,” He moved from following behind Kai to standing beside him.

“You also attacked your parents, thinking they were traitors, according to Nya. Of all of us, you should be able to see both sides clearer than the rest,” He takes one of Kai’s swords from it’s sheath on his back and begins to cut more bushes in his way.

“I guess that just makes you more blind to it then us instead.” He looks back, only to continue on his way. Kai is stood still for a few more moments, his arm frozen in the air like a game on pause. Soon though, before he loses sight of the Earth master in the brush, he jogs up to him, putting his own sword in it’s sheath allowing Cole to lead on. His words do sting and bore into his head. Recollection of both those events hurt by themselves, but with this new context, Kai couldn’t help but feel like Cole was right. Maybe he is more blind to how the “brothers” felt that he should be, or was that just him denying his own emotions?

AND THAT WAS IT--

That was my dream, and now there will be nothing done with it because LEGO are already doing a jungle adventure. My dreams are wild man, it’s like my brain is showing me a movie, it’s so cool--

I do like this concept, I love it in fact. But unless I want to change the entire vibe, I don’t think I would be able to make it a fan season. If season 14 wasn’t a jungle season-- I WOULD.

[katehuntington]

Title: Changes - part seven Word count: ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part seven: Sam finds a perculiar place for him and his brother to spend the night, but can’t get the female hunter out of his mind. What caused her to act the way that she did? Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks.  Music: The Passenger - Iggy Pop & The Stooges. Author’s note: I couldn’t be more excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series with you. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer​​​, @soupornatural​​​ & @mrswhozeewhatsis​​​, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​​​ & @winchest09​​​ who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

    “No, it doesn’t matter… Any room… Alright… Thank you, sir.” Sam removes his phone from his ear and presses the disconnect button.     That’s settled then; they have a place to spend the night. He’s not sure if Dean is gonna be happy about the type of room, it being expensive as well, but at least he will have a bed.     The younger Winchester shuts the screen of his laptop and puts it away in his backpack beside his feet, then rests his head against his seat. The green neon of the pharmacy sign up the street flickers rhythmically. Dean killed the engine but left the key in the ignition, allowing The Passenger by Iggy Pop & The Stooges to play on the radio. Sam has the urge to change the station, rock is more Dean’s kind of thing than it is his. But as always, he doesn’t, knowing that if he did, he would receive a ‘Dude, don’t change the fucking station’ comment when his brother gets back.

    He closes his eyes for a moment, but makes sure he doesn’t fall asleep. Man, he’s so tired. He feels like he could sleep for days, but a nightmare would probably spoil his moment of rest, just like they have for the last month. He sighs, listening to the cars driving by and footsteps on the sidewalk next to their parking spot. Then he looks outside, watching people hasten to their destination. Ordinary people, men, women, children. All with a certain goal, they seem to know where they’re heading. Business people in neat suits, mothers out shopping, kids hanging around after school. The lives of most of them are so simple. They don’t have a clue what’s really going on, what other world they’re living parallel to. He remembers brief moments of the time he didn’t know. If he had the smallest hunch of what he is aware of now, he would have never begged his brother to tell him. He closes his eyes again and breathes out; what a wonderful world.

    Out of nowhere, a loud bang sounds through the car. Sam almost jumps out of his skin and looks outside, startled, expecting to witness a car crash, but instead, he sees his smirking brother with his fist still resting against the window. Sam rolls his eyes while Dean walks around the car and gets in.     He laughs as he opens the bag. “You were out, man.”     “No I wasn’t,” Sam denies. “Did you get something?”     “Vicodin.” Dean shows off his meds, pops one capsule out of the package and knocks it back.     “Don’t you need a prescription for that kind of stuff?” Sam contemplates.     “Yeah, but the pharmacist was hot,” Dean grins, waving a card with a cell number written on it in the air.

    Sam shakes his head and chuckles; typical.     “Shall I drive? I’m quite sure you’re not allowed when you’re on Vicodin,” he suggests.     “Dude, we face death on a daily basis, and you’re worried about my driving skills after one teensy weensy Vicodin pill?” He glances in his side mirror before he turns his car back on the road.     “Touché,” Sam admits.     “Found a place to stay?” Dean checks.     “Yeah, I did.”

    The black Chevrolet approaches traffic lights on the corner of S. Broadway and 2nd Street Southwest, as Dean looks aside at his brother, his hand resting on the wheel. “Where to?”     “Take a right here, then the second right and a final fifth left. It’s not that far,” Sam explains.     Dean does as told, but gazes at Sam for a moment after he accelerates and makes the turn.     “What are you? A hunter equipped with a global positioning system?” he chuckles.     “I’m surprised you managed to say those fancy words without stuttering,” Sam counters.     “Hey, I’m surprised you still can’tgive out your fake ID without stuttering, you don’t hear me belly achin’ about it,” Dean counters with a grin, secretly enjoying their brotherly banter.

    Five minutes later, they leave the car in a small parking lot next to a three-story red brick building that used to be a warehouse once. Now, purple neon light flickers above the entrance: Deep Purple Inn.     “If the place is as good as the music, this is gonna be a hell of a stay,” Dean comments, glancing through the windshield.     “I thought you just needed some sleep?” Sam refers while he gets out and looks over the top of the car.     “I still do, but Stacy gets off at nine.” Dean closes the door with a smirk on his face.     “Stacy?” Sam asks, puzzled.     “Keep up, man! Vicodin-girl,“ his brother reminds him as he picks up the pharmacy bag from the back seat.     “Right.” Sam looks down at his feet with a chuckle. “And your point?”     He waits for a response while they enter the motel. The Inn is obscurely decorated, purple being the main theme, not surprisingly. The peculiar interior design choices have both the Winchesters frowning as they take in the lobby.     “My point is that while you are out checking on Zoë, I’ll be checking out Stacy,” Dean clears up, after redirecting his attention to Sam.     He leans his left arm on the counter, careful not to harm his shoulder. He beams and raises his brows as his eyes sparkle; seems like he’s gonna get lucky tonight.

    “Can I help you guys?” A young bloke, probably in his mid-twenties, turns his office chair and faces the brothers. He’s dressed in casual clothing with a waistcoat, his black hair is spiked with shiny gel.     “Yeah, we just called in for a room. Is it still open?” Sam checks.     “You probably talked to my manager, but yeah.” He nods. “We have a room left.”     “We’ll take it,” Sam decides as he slips a credit card.     The guy behind the counter gets up and takes the card. Impatiently, Sam checks his phone for the time; it’s four PM. Zoë’s meeting Terry Cliffer in an hour and a half and he wants to be there before she does. His brother, on the other hand, already seems to have forgotten about the argument with their fellow hunter, as he steals his fifth caramel toffee from the counter, puts it in his mouth and looks around to make sure no one saw it.

    “So, you just drove back in from Canada or somethin’?” the desk clerk asks, as he passes the card back to Sam.     “Beg your pardon?” he asks, somewhat dazed.     The young guy captures Dean’s attention as well, because he studies him with the same confused expression, having some difficulty chewing his toffee. They don’t receive an answer, though, at least not a direct one.     “Here you go.” The young guy puts a gift basket wrapped up in glittery transparent paper on the counter.     He places the key of room 301 next to it as Sam reads the card; Just married. Dean frowns when he detects a pair of handcuffs inside, upholstered with purple fluffy fur.     “What is this?” Sam looks from the gift basket to the guy behind the counter.     “You just got married, right?” the counter guy checks.

    Dean chokes on his toffee and coughs as the younger of the Winchesters stares from one to the other, flabbergasted. What did he say?     “Dude! We’re brothers!” Dean corrects with a raspy voice, not having cleared his windpipe entirely yet.     “Is that legal these days?” the young guy returns, disgusted.     “What? No - no - no. You got this all wrong. We’re not married, we just want a place to spend the night,” Sam clears up.     “Nice going, Sam. That sounded even grosser,” the older of the two comments.     “You do know you rented the bridal suite, Mr… Gillan?” he now carefully asks, reading the false name from the screen which he just got from Sam’s credit card.     “You rented the bridal suite?!” Dean exclaims, dramatically.     “It was the only room I could find,” Sam answers, guilty.     Dean rolls his eyes and turns around, lifting his arms from his side in disbelief. “He rented the bridal suite.”     “You brothersstill want it?” the guy behind the counter makes sure, clearly not impressed by all the fuss.

    Sam waits for Dean to approve. It doesn’t take long before he sighs, a frustrated hand gesture combined with an eye roll telling him to settle for the room. Sam takes the key and is followed by Dean, who snatches the gift basket off the counter as he walks by. When he receives a questioning look from the clerk, he turns around to face him.     “I’m expecting company later this evening. Might be needing those,” he points out the handcuffs in the goody bag. “Her name is Stacy somethin’. Make sure she gets in.”    “Will do,” he promises with a slight nod.

    While shaking his head, the older Winchester catches up with Sam, who’s waiting for him at the staircase. He glares at the gift basket and back at Dean, wondering what on earth he would want with that.     “Don’t worry, it’s for Stacy, not you,” Dean assures, as he begins his climb to the third floor.     Sam chuckles, he almost forgot about that. At this moment, however, Dean seems more bugged by being called queer, than happy to have a cute pharmacist over for the evening.     “Can you believe that guy?” Dean turns around at the top of the stairs and looks down on Sam. “Come on, do I give off a gay vibe?!”     Sam halts and looks up, pressing his lips into a thin line to suppress a laugh. Although Dean does his best to be all manly and tough, the thatched basket hanging from his arm gives a different idea.     Dean notices Sam’s strained face, glares skyward and moves on. “Don’t answer that.”

    They conquer three stories and arrive at room 301. Sam turns the key and opens the door, revealing the suite to Dean. He lifts his eyebrows as his brother switches on the lights and walks in. Purple. The walls, the sheets, the curtains, everything is either painted or fabricated a shade of purple. Several spotlights look down at them from the ceiling like tentacles of an octopus, and abstract paintings decorate the wall. The ceiling is the only surface that isn’t draped in the obnoxious color, but it reflects all that is via a giant mirror. The bedposts are made of steel and reach up to the ceiling, seeming to go on in the reflection. Small cushions are carefully made up on the bedspread.

    Dean sets the basket down on the main table near the window as he checks out the ceiling, the huge bed and its poles, imagining watching Stacy hanging from one of those. Or even better, being cuffed to one of those. He sniggers gruffly. They’ve come across their fair share of strange rooms, but this one is off the charts. Either the interior designer was intoxicated with Purple drank or was high on LSD, because no one in their right mind would come up with this.     “This is awesome,” he concludes, amused with the absurdity of the suite.     “There’s only one bed,” Sam notices.     “No shit, Captain Obvious. It’s a bridal suite. Not sure what you had in mind for your wedding night, but if you were thinking separate beds, you weren’t doing it right,” Dean chuckles, sauntering towards the large king size.

    There’s no clever answer following up his comment and Dean looks aside. When he sees his brother’s face, he realizes he hit a sore spot and his smile disappears. Sam might have pictured his wedding already, since Jessica was his longtime girlfriend. He’s quite sure Sam hadn’t proposed yet, but he knows his younger brother; he planned his future. It might have crossed his mind once or twice.     “Sorry, man,” Dean apologizes. “But now that we started on that subject; you don’t sleep, right?”     Sam closes the door behind them and turns at his brother. He decides to let it go.     “Right, not much anyway,” he answers with some hesitation, not sure where Dean is going with this.     “Good, then I’ll take this baby,” Dean sighs and falls down on the bed.     As he lands, a sloshing sound comes from inside the mattress as Dean bounces up and down like he’s riding small waves in a pool. His eyes light up and excitedly stares at his brother; it’s a waterbed.     “This is beyondawesome!” he laughs, rocking it even harder.

    Sam chuckles at the sight of his goofy brother, who has the resemblance of a six-year-old. Oh well, at least he’s able to enjoy the little things. For a brief moment, he thinks about Jess again, like he does countless times a day. Dean’s comment resurfaced some thoughts and feelings. Even though his life was turned upside down less than a month ago by her shattering death, it feels like all the good and normal happened so long ago. The gutting pain is still there and will remain for a long time, if not forever. Losing his girlfriend also created a massive rift between what is and what will never be. A canyon so wide, no bridge can span across. He can never be that college student with a bright future in law anymore.

    His mind shifts to the huntress who they crossed paths with, and he wonders if that same unbreachable gap is the reason why she’s so bitter.     “I still don’t get it,” Sam ponders. “Why would Zoë be dead set on working this case herself?”     “You’re still worked up over that? Oh, Sammy,” Dean shakes his head as he lays back on the covers. “Just accept that she’s an insane bitch and let it go, will ya?”     “But she wasn’t like this. You said so yourself,” the younger brother reminds him. “And what’s the deal with Dad? Did you see how angry she got when I mentioned him?”     “As far as I’m concerned she’s in Dad’s debt. Exorcising that Diligo demon was close to impossible. She’s alive because of him,” Dean states, defensive. “Look, I don’t know what crawled up her ass. I mean, you gotta be a little mad to do the job, but she does it alone and has for four years. That does something to a person. Maybe she saw some shit, got some wires crossed–-”     “Dad did the job alone for years when we were kids,” Sam reminds him.     “He always had us to come back to, Sam,” Dean disagrees. “He has a family.”     Sam narrows his eyes now, peering at his brother through his bangs. “She doesn’t?”

    Dean hesitates now, biting at his lip for a second before he answers, staring at his reflection on the ceiling before averting his gaze to his brother. “I don’t think she speaks to them.”     The younger Winchester frowns. “What makes you say that?”     Dean shakes his head, half dismissing his own thought. “It’s probably nothing, just something she said, or didn’t say, really. My guess is that she’s on her own and has been for a while. Explains why she was crawling the walls with us around. We don’t know what her reasoning is, but we do know she’s crazy, pissed off, not to mention a fucking assassin. Best to leave a hunter like that be.”

    Sam huffs, silently disagreeing. Dean might be glad to be rid of the female hunter, he himself can’t give it a rest, though.     “Knowing you won’t…” Dean stretches his back, wincing when his wounded shoulder stings sharply. “What time are you heading out?”     Sam checks his watch; it’s 4:15. Zoë will probably be at the bar in an hour or so.     “Four-thirty. See how that conversation goes, check on Cliffer’s place, maybe,” he says, still contemplating.     “As long as you don’t interrupt me and Vicodin girl, I’m good,” Dean mumbles carelessly.

    While Dean closes his eyes, relieved that the pain is starting to fade, Sam takes out his laptop and plugs it in. He has fifteen minutes to crack the Olmsted county website he was working on earlier. If he can get his hands on some recent blueprints, he might find a pattern that isn’t visible on the older public maps. He opens a few programs on his laptop and after a bit of work, he manages to get into the back of the website. Just before 4:30, he double clicks the ‘ok’ button and his computer begins to download a zip file, which contains the information he’s been looking for.

    That should do it, but for now, he will make sure Zoë is alright. Why? He’s not exactly sure, but he has a feeling he should. He once mistrusted that ‘feminine intuition shit’ – as Dean likes to call it – and Jessica ended up dead because of it. A hard lesson learned, and although Zoë isn’t nearly as important to him as Jess, there’s something about her that feels familiar, that he needs to protect.     He gets up from his chair and walks to the door, glancing at the bed before he leaves. Dean is fast asleep and as Zoë said earlier, he would need to set off a bomb to wake him up. Returning here later tonight will not be an option with the visitor his brother is expecting, but he can worry about that later. For now, he has some business to take care of. He leaves the room, closes the door behind him, and heads off.

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[anns-lgbt-inclusive-anime-blog]

bucci gang's first stand battles

awright, a little vague but i got this

also, trigger warning, graphic depictions of violence and drug use and rape!!!

~~~

Bruno wasn’t sure what he was doing. He had this brand new ability that Polpo had called a stand. And this was his first time using it. 

Polpo had said it was named Sticky Fingers...weird name. 

The enemy was also using a Stand. His Stand was much faster. And much stronger. It’s punches landed on Bruno’s much smaller body relentlessly. When he let up to breathe, Bruno was sobbing on the ground. Obviously, this man had no problems killing a child like himself. He was already bleeding from multiple wounds on his arms and chest. 

His Stand reached up one more time to land a final hit before he blacked out, but on instinct, Bruno cried out his Stand’s name. A humanoid figure, similar to his enemy’s, blurred into existence before him and threw a fierce punch at the older man. 

Immediately, his head was detached from his body. His body from the neck down went limp and collapsed. Bruno wanted this man to suffer. He was willing to make a child hurt for his own goals. 

Bruno hoped he rotted. The zippers disappeared and the man was left to bleed out and die.

 Then, he realized that this was the first time he had ever used his Stand ability. And it was zippers. How interesting. He was excited to learn more tricks that his ability had to offer. 

===

Pannacotta was an interesting anomaly. He passed Polpo’s test and had already called out his Stand once before. But, he never used Purple Haze. He just...stared at the Stand for, like, ten minutes, before dismissing it. 

Purple Haze was disgusting. A monster. Pannacotta didn’t believe that this thing was a reflection of his soul. He didn’t even know what it could do. 

But he discovered that soon enough. While on a walk home from the grocery store, he was shifting the bag between his arms to reach his phone. He was knocked to the ground by another person. He looked crazed. His eyes were dilated and he was trembling. When Pannacotta looked closer, he could see flecks of white dusting his nose. 

Oh, so this guy was that kind of person. Bruno warned him that these types of people were unstable and dangerous. 

But now, Pannacotta was sure, he was going to witness it first-hand. 

The man swung a fist at him, which he’d easily dodged. “Watch where you’re goin, punk! I’m walkin’ here!”

“I was watching where I was going! Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

Oh, now Pannacotta is fucked. Bruno always said to never engage with a druggie. They can and will attempt to harm you. 

The man called out, “Nice Guy!”

Oh, now Pannacotta was really fucked. This guy was a Stand user. A pink monster-looking thing emerged from his torso and towered over the both of them. It reached for his throat and he rolled out of the way. 

Pannacotta wasn’t going to call out Purple Haze unless he was in immediate danger. He hated that thing. 

‘Nice Guy’ continued after him as he sprinted away from the attacker but the thing was gaining on him. He growled in frustration. He could feel Purple Haze bubbling under his skin, itching to get out. Pannacotta forced himself to calm down. 

But this man was so persistent. He couldn’t help it. Purple Haze burst from his figure and threw a barrage of punches at this man. There was a sound of glass shattering and then the man was melting. But Pannacotta was so full of rage, he didn’t notice. 

When it was over, and he came to, there was a pile of quickly dissolving flesh at his feet. It smelled horrible. 

He stepped away from it and turned the other direction. And he fled. And with that, he knew exactly what it was that his Stand could do. 

~~~

Narancia remembers very clearly getting punctured with the arrow. He remembers how the lighter went out and he panicked, only to relight it. Then, he remembered the thing dragging him up into the air. He remembers it was saying something and then the arrow came from deep in its throat and it stabbed him through his neck. 

It wasn’t a very good memory that Narancia liked reliving, but it gave him his awesome Stand! An aeroplane! How cool is that?! 

And it shot real bullets and bombs! That was so cool! 

Buccellati had been hesitant to send him on a mission, but eventually, he had to. As his capo, it was his duty to send his soldatos on missions. But as his caretaker, of course he would be hesitant. He was supposed to make sure Narancia stayed safe and out of harm’s way. 

Buccellati supposed he couldn’t do both at the same time. It was impossible. 

Anyway, Narancia was sure he’d have fun on this mission! It was going to be his first time using his stand for fighting. And not something dumb, like looking for Fugo or Buccellati just because he was bored. 

It was a solo mission. It took Bruno a lot of convincing just to let him go on this one mission alone. 

But now that he was here, in this situation, he could see why Bruno would be concerned. This Stand user was strong, and quick. Narancia could barely keep up with him. 

Aerosmith was quick, yes, but it was also not precise enough to hit just his target and leave no casualties. Of course, Narancia hadn’t thought of that, and had used Aerosmith prematurely. 

He injured a total of maybe fifty-seven bystanders. He should’ve thought about his surroundings, like Panna had taught him several times. 

Well, no harm done if Buccellati and Panna don’t find out. 

“FIFTY-SEVEN INNOCENT BYSTANDERS SHOT AND INJURED, NARANCIA,” Panna’s voice rang throughout the hall. Luckily, the hall was empty and nobody but the two boys arguing and Buccellati were there. 

“YEAH I GOT THAT, FUGO, QUIT YELLIN’ AT ME!” 

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO USE YOUR STAND UNLESS YOU ARE POSITIVE NO ONE AROUND WILL GET HARMED!”

“I WASN’T THINKING!”

“CLEARLY!”

“ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU,” Buccellati’s voice boomed around them, they both flinched and stood at attention. 

“Narancia, I understand that you were panicked, but you should’ve kept a level head and we’ll work on that.” Narancia ducked his head with shame. “And Fugo, you shouldn’t have yelled at Narancia. He’s new to this, yelling at him won’t make him learn.”

That night, both Narancia and Panna slept restlessly. 

~~~

Leone Abbacchio knew he was absolutely useless in a Stand battle. It was just something that felt like common sense to him. 

After manifesting Moody Blues for the first time, he knew immediately that she would be useless against other Stands. She just wasn’t meant for fighting. Her stature was lean, but not lean enough that would indicate she could stand herself in a fight. Her movements were delicate, graceful. 

Leone was always amazed at how gentle she was, compared to how brutish he was. She was his soul, essentially. So why was she so different?

For his first Stand-affiliated mission, he was sent with Narancia to keep him safe. Buccellati knew that Leone was more than capable of taking care of himself in a hand-to-hand fight. 

But he also knew that Moody Blues would be essentially...worthless for any Stand battles that were to take place during this mission. It only needed her to replay whatever deal had taken place here and then they were supposed to leave. 

Of course, things rarely ever went his way. There was a Stand user already waiting for them, apparently having been stalking them. He had listened in to their conversation and formulated a plan. 

As any cocky antagonist, he monologued about how he was so confident that he was going to win this fight. He obviously hadn’t encountered Narancia’s Aerosmith before. 

That fucker left no survivors. 

But, for some reason or another, the man didn’t target Narancia, who obviously had the stronger stand. He targeted Leone, who was vulnerable at the moment, due to Moody Blues having started rewinding to the scene they needed. 

The pale-haired man readied his fists, but he knew it would be for nothing. This man had a Stand. Any Stand user could look at him and tell. 

He exuded a sort of aura that gave him away. Every Stand user did. No matter how well they tried to fit in, they would always have that aura surrounding them. 

But Moody Blues, without his volition, stopped her rewinding and launched a punch at the dude’s Stand. His Stand was much larger, and much meaner looking, but Moody didn’t seem to have a care. 

She threw her punch with as much ferocity as she could muster and landed it onto the larger Stand. 

It did little to deter it. In fact, her arm seemed to be shaking where it was still implanted in the larger Stand’s torso. 

Leone had never seen her do that before. 

But then he hears Narancia’s cry and the mighty roar of Aerosmith’s propellers. Then, there was the sound of the Stand’s guns going off repeatedly and Moody Blues called herself back before she was a casualty in Aerosmith’s range. 

The Stand and the man both became littered with an unimaginable amount of bullet wounds and dropped dead. Aerosmith probably hit a vital organ. Or he bled out. Whichever came first, I guess. 

After Leone let Narancia catch his breath, they continued the replay of the scene they needed in the first place. The older man made Narancia promise he wouldn’t tell anyone about what Moody had done to protect him. 

The boy reluctantly agreed. 

~~~

Guido Mista was a strange man. Or, rather, boy. No older than seventeen, wandering the streets of his hometown of Napoli. It was getting late, but he knew his siblings were out with friends that night. No need for him to go back and watch them that night because nobody was home to watch. 

Unfortunately, he had the horrible luck of encountering something that he should never have had to see. 

A woman was being beat, her shirt was falling off her shoulders, and there were three men surrounding her. 

He felt calm. Which was weird. He should’ve felt enraged, disgusted. How dare anybody do this to someone? It was wrong. It was unjustified. It was disgusting. 

But he only felt calm. He walked forward with a staggering amount of confidence and tore the men off of her, respectfully averting his gaze from her. 

All three of them were shouting at him, pulling out firearms and firing at him. He stood unusually still, somehow able to direct every bullet away from him. When he looked closer, he could see small creatures on the bullets, kicking them away from him. He didn’t know what they were, but they were helping him, so he didn’t dwell on them. 

He used the little guys to his advantage and as they kept redirecting the bullets, he stepped closer to them and disarmed them. 

Stealing one of their pistols, he pointed it at them. The two who still had their pistols also directed it at him. They fired at him, but he’d already shot. He wasn’t sure when he’d shot, but he was so sure he did. 

Bang!

Bang!

Bang! 

Bang!

Four shots. Three dead men. 

As Guido came down from the calmness, the high of murder, he let his arm fall down to his side. The woman was rushedly tugging her clothes back on so he averted his glance away from her. 

As he observed the scene around him, he realized the gun was humming in his hand, vibrating against the skin of his palm. He was pretty sure guns didn’t do that normally. 

He brought it up to face level, seeing the little creatures crawling out of the ammunition. “Mista,” they cried. 

“What are you…” he mumbled, holding his palm out so they could climb on. 

“We’re you, Mista,” one shouted. 

“Yeah! We’re you! We’re hungry, Mista,” another one cried. 

“Feed us, Mista!” 

~~~

Giorno had always been laughed at, jeered at. For as long as he could remember. But now that everybody wanted to be around him, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was definitely much more attractive than before. 

He remembers being very sick, unable to move, unsure if he wanted the blankets on or off. But when he woke the next morning, his hair was blond and his face was sharper. 

Nobody recognized him. Or remembered him, for when he told him their names, there was no trace of recognition there. He wasn’t sure why. 

But he was sure about one thing: the ghost following him around. It was gorgeous, if not creepy. It looked sleek and smooth, but when Giorno touched it- him, he thought to himself- he was rough and coarse. He felt like a naked cat. 

Giorno didn’t know the ghost had superpowers until he was fiddling with his pencil while he studied, thinking about how much he’d rather be at the frog pond, playing with the frogs. 

His pencil slipped from his hands and it became pliant, soft. It morphed into the perfect shape of a common frog. It even croaked!

He leaned down to take a closer look. It was a beautiful frog. 

With his hand brought down to its level, it hopped onto his hand. 

What a beautiful specimen. A wonderful little pet. He knew, however, that holding the frog for too long in a dry hand would be harmful to the creature, so he set it back down on his desk. 

It hopped onto his window sill and sat there for the rest of the time he studied. 

He thought this was the most it could do. He was wrong. He was very very wrong. On his way to school from the dormitories one morning, a woman approached him. She was tall. Very tall. Her head was shaved and her eyes were beady. 

She stared at him for a long while, not doing anything. When Giorno attempted to walk away, she put her arm out to stop him. “May I…help you, ma’am?”

“Are you Giorno Giovanna,” she questioned, no hesitance. 

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Who’s asking?”

No sooner after that, she stepped back and a ghost appeared behind her. This ghost was a lot smaller than Giorno’s own, but from the sheer power it resonated, the blond felt it was safe to be cautious. 

The ghost readied its arms as if it were going to fight Giorno, which was ridiculous. It was the size of a ragdoll, he could just swat it away. But then, the ghost’s arms and torso and legs had actual spikes growing out of them. 

Then, it lunged at him and he rolled to the ground to avoid being cut and tackled. 

“Your father and his group of followers took everything from me,” she snarled. “I’ll make sure he pays. By killing his son!”

The ghost attacked him again, firing something at him. He had to duck before it hit him, so he couldn’t get a good look at it. 

He didn’t even want to, he just focused on getting to school and away from this psycho woman. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for him. The ghost chased him all the way to his school. He was huffing and puffing clouds of steam against the cold winter air. 

“Dio will pay!”

There was another attempt at stabbing him with her stupid ghost thing. He wasn’t in a position that would allow him to move fast enough and his own ghost stirred up in front of him protectively. 

He watched his ghost with wariness. What was he doing?

Then, it gently touched a pebble on the ground, watching as it mutated and grew bigger- a tree. A huge sycamore tree. Those don’t even grow natively in Italy, let alone on the side of a canal. 

But the woman targeting him huffed indignantly and stomped her foot. “Stop struggling! Your father deserves this! He deserves to suffer!”

She was being unbelievably childish. He didn’t even know his father. 

So, his ghost could not only make frogs, but sycamore trees, as well? He wondered if he could make any species of tree or frog…

Her stand continued to bat at him and he continued to evade and dodge every attack. It was tiring. He was going to run out of stamina soon. The woman seemed to be aware, as she smirked and jutted out her hip smugly. “Tired yet, Giovanna?”

He grit his teeth and, as a last resort, had his own ghost create a wall of some sort of vine between him and the lady. She gawked in surprise and he took this moment as an opportunity to regain his stamina for a short moment. 

When he looked closer, he realized that these were grapevines. With ripe grapes. He plucked one from the vine and winced as he felt a strand of hair from his head was pulled out. By what, Giorno didn’t know. There was a sinking suspicion that it was from the grape he’d just pulled off the vine. He tossed the grape onto the ground to be safe. 

He stood back up and willed his ghost to fly towards her and punch at her stomach. Apparently, she wasn’t expecting it to happen and she grunted with the impact. She flew so far away and he took this opportunity to run. He didn’t bother calling the police, he knew they weren’t much help and by the time they’d get there, he’d probably be dead. 

So he just ran and ran and ran away from her. He got to class just as the bell rang and a few other classmates sent him weird glances. He sat in his seat and slumped so he wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. He was sweaty and he was out of breath and he couldn’t even focus in class. And it was only 8:30 in the morning.

[sunshine-pup-fics]

S T I C K Y N O T E S // Sero x Reader

(Y/n) sped down the hallway, eyes blurred with tears from the stinging cold. Her breaths were ragged as she hauled herself up yet another set of stairs. She haphazardly clutched her books to her chest, unsure if they were even the correct ones. ‘Just a final set of stairs and then it’s the final sprint to the classroom! I might actually just make it in-‘ The (h/c) haired girl was ripped from her thoughts as a jarring pain flared in her ankle. She, however, didn’t have time to investigate, as the floor was coming screaming toward her. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the impact.

Sero heard the pounding footsteps of someone running up the stairs and turned to see who it was. He thought he was the last one out of the dorms, falling tardy due to staying up late the previous night. He watched as (Y/n) came rushing into view, clearly disheveled and lost in her own thoughts. He opened his mouth to greet her, but instead watched as the poor girl tripped over the last step, sailing toward the floor. He moved before he realised he did, skidding onto his knees and wrapping his arms around her. Her books and pens clattered to the floor.

The first thing Sero noticed was how cold she was. Only wearing her thin white shirt. “Hey, are you okay?” The girl seemed to relax a little in his grasp, letting out a sigh. He couldn’t see her face, but she seemed to linger in his touch for a moment, before seating herself on the floor. “Ye-Yeah... I’m fine. Just a... really rough morning.” She tilted her face upward, offering a weak smile. That’s when Sero finally got a look at her. He took a sharp breath, gently taking hold of her shoulder. Purple bruises littered her face. “What happened? Why do you have bruises?” He murmured. The girl quirked a brow. “I-I always have bruises? I get them from training every day.” She trailed her fingers across them before she slapped her hand across her mouth. “Shoot! I- uhm- I didn’t mean to say that! God I’m too tired for this! I can’t believe I forgot to put the makeup on today! I’m an actual-“ Sero lightly shook the girl's shoulder, snapping her from her thoughts. “It’s okay. Calm down. What do you mean you always have them?” Sero felt a little guilty for asking, knowing (Y/n) was clearly out of it and wouldn’t give this information otherwise, but he figured it was important. Hiding injuries was never good.

The girl cast her gaze downward. “I’m not nearly at the level the rest of you are, so I lose every practice battle... I usually get bruises, so I'm worried you'll all feel bad and then go easy on me... We’re all working toward the same goal and these steps are necessary! I can’t be better if I don’t challenge myself... not to mention I don’t want to slow you guys down. So I hide the bruises so you won’t feel guilty...” she trailed off, unconsciously rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm herself. Sero quickly removed his own blazer, draping it over her shoulders. He smiled at her.

 “And what kind of person forgets their jacket on such a cold day?” He tried to help lighten the mood. “I didn’t sleep last night, then I lost my blazer and spent all morning looking for it, so I had to skip breakfast, but I’m still late for class anyway.” She huffed. Sero’s jaw dropped. How was this girl still functioning? In his moment of disbelief, (Y/n) gathered her books and got to her feet. She seemed to snap herself out of her daze. “Here. Please just... forget this. I’ll be fine.” Sero gazed upward. (Y/n) stood, hand outstretched offering his blazer back. Her (e/c) eyes were locked on something down the hall, refusing to look at him. After he sat there staring for a few seconds, he jumped to his feet, waving his hands before him. “Please, you need the jacket more than I do.” She only pushed it into his hands, apologising once more before stalking down the hall. He watched her go, squinting at her retreating figure. He realised too late something was off, as she’d stepped into the classroom. 

Sero watched the girl throughout the day. She seemed to be completely back to normal, throwing around her usual jokes and always smiling. But he noticed she blocked her face a lot more. Leaning into her hands or not turning to fully face who she was talking to. She was still attempting to hide the bruises. It made him wonder. How many days had she done this? That afternoon, Sero couldn’t even get in a word to her at the dorms. As soon as they got back, she dismissed herself to her room. Sero let out a frustrated sigh. All he wanted to do was talk to her, assure both of them that she was alright. But how was he meant to do that when she hid away? “Dude, you’ve been sighing angrily all day. You didn’t even laugh at my good joke today!” Kaminari whined, leaning over the back of the couch. Sero rolled his eyes. “Bold of you to assume any of your jokes are good.” Kaminari feigned hurt, dramatically clutching his heart. “Uncalled for Bro. But seriously, what’s up?” “He’s makin googly eyes at (Y/n) is what’s up! He must be frustrated because he doesn’t know how to profess his undying love for her!” Mina proclaimed, sprawling herself out in one of the couches, smirking at the raven-haired boy. “Wha- no I’m not! It’s just- I was worried about her! Did you see the br-“ Sero cut himself off, deciding that information shouldn’t be shared. “I just... I just want to talk to her, but she doesn’t seem to want to talk to me...” he trailed off, gears turning as he tried to think of something to do. The other two bickered for a moment, but once again Sero found himself tuning out. “I’ve got it!” Sero hollered, leaping up from his seat. Kaminari fell off the back of the couch with a startled grunt, while Mina cheered. Sero sped off toward his dorm, grinning to himself. Sero peeled the sticky note from the pad before gently pressing it to the wood door. He smoothed it out, reading the text a final time. Hopefully, it would stick well enough. He placed the pad of colourful sticky notes beside the door, along with his pen. Hopefully, by dinner, his plan would be complete.

(Y/n) awoke from her nap, feeling more groggy and tried than when she had laid down. Everything ached, and she decided she really should have just gotten some ice. Her room was dark, the only light seeping in from under the door and the soft moonlight that entered from her partially closed curtains. The clock beside her bed blazed the time in red numbers. It was almost dinner, no doubt most of the students would be preparing for it. She swung her feet off the bed, taking a sharp breath at the pain that flared in her ankle. She cursed under her breath as she examined it. It was swollen. 

She placed her foot back down and cautiously got to her feet, wandering to her closet and changing into some fresher clothes, baggy pyjama pants and an equally baggy sweater. She headed for the door, swinging it open. She was startled by the sheer number of colourful papers stuck to her door. Her eyes danced over them, and she realised each of them had a message written on them. She furrowed her brows, glancing around for any sign of why there were various colourful sticky notes on her door. Hesitant, she carefully plucked a hot pink one off the door and read it. “You’re so fun to be around! And I love the way your hair looks! (Btw what hair products do you use?)” the note was signed with Mina’s name. She smiled to herself, a warm fuzzy feeling settling in her chest. She plucked another one, a dark blue one this time. The handwriting was very a neat print. “You work very hard to ensure you know everything you need. It’s very admirable.” This one had Iidas name signed at the top. She continued to pull each sticky note from her door, reading each little message. There was even an orange one with Bakugos name scrawled on it. She stared down at the pile of stoicky notes in her hand, smiling softly. She glanced up and down the halls, but no one was around. She could hear the usual chatter and laughter trailing from the common room downstairs, and more than ever, she wanted to be down there with her friends. But she still had one sticky note to go. (Well, at least one important one. There was another one, purple and stuck close to the floor, rather than in the bundle of others. She was pretty sure it was from Mineta and she didn't particularly want to read it.) The last one was yellow. She plucked it off, quickly reading it. “You’re incredibly talented and you shouldn’t doubt yourself. You're already an amazing hero in my books.” Her smiled only widened. She quickly flipped the paper over, just in case, and was surprised to find writing on the back. 'I don't know how many days you've hidden your injuries, but that just proves how strong you are, considering none of us notcied. Please take care of yourself.’ She felt tears start to trickle down her cheeks. She sniffled and hastily wiped them away with the back of her hand. Seros name was signed neatly at the bottom of the note. She slipped this one into her pocket. She ducked back inside her room, placing the pile of sticky notes on her desk. She’d come back to them later. She then hurried to the bathroom, applying her usual makeup to conceal the bruises. She wasn’t quite ready to show her friends that. Yet. After that, she finally slipped downstairs to the common room, finding herself unable to stop smiling. All her classmates seemed to send her sweet smiles and soft greetings. She became blissfully unaware of the usual throbbing pain, lost in her friends jokes and playful banter. These people cared about her, and she knew she’d be alright.

Sero was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as he tried to fall asleep. (Y/n) looked so much happier at dinner, and he hoped it was because of his plan. He wasn’t even entirely sure if it had happened. He hadn’t told anyone about the note, simply hoping people would catch on and leave genuine notes for her. He didn’t see any on her door when he headed for his dorm, but at least she has his note. He nearly jumped when there was a soft knock at his door. It was after curfew, no one was allowed out of their rooms. He slid out of bed, creeping to the door and tugging the door open. (Y/n) stood before him, face down as she played with the hem of her top. “Hey (Y/n), are you okay?” He crouched down a little, trying to see her face. She kept her gaze locked on her feet. “I- uhm. I just wanted to say thank you. For this morning, and the- uh... note.” She trailed off. Sero felt a smile tug at his lips. “No problem. We’re all here for you, you know. I know I always will be.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed at how cheesy that sounded. But he managed to catch sight of the poor girl's ears turning red. “Oh- thank you. Again... I- uh- here.” She stuck her hand out, offering a (f/c) sticky note. Sero took the note, but his attention was kept on her as she quickly bowed, before taking off back down the hall to her room. Sero watched her disappear, before turning on his heel and shutting his door, letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. His gaze dropped to the note, reading over the message. (Y/n)s name was signed neatly at the bottom, with a little heart scribbled in the corner. Sero sputtered into his hand. This girl was too cute, and would definitely be the death of him. But that was alright with him.

Possible idea for a part 2, anyone interested??

[eviesmyspiritanimal]

Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal!

Summary: Evie drags Mal, Jay, and Carlos to go and get their picture taken with Santa Claus at the mall. However, with distractions around every corner, will they ever make it? Family and friendship feels among the Core Four and just the barest hints of Bal.

  “C’mon, you guys, we’re going to be behind in the line to get pictures with Santa!” Evie almost shouted, her eyes practically sparkling as she pulled Mal along by the wrist and looked back at Carlos and Jay.

  The two boys shared a glance but moved a little faster at Evie’s insistent gaze. Mal smiled and rolled her eyes at Evie’s enthusiasm, but went with it, knowing what a big deal it was to Evie to get those pictures taken.

  Since they had fully integrated into Auradonian society, Evie had wholeheartedly committed herself to Christmas customs and mostly spent all year hyping herself and doing her best to hype everyone else around her for the holiday. She loved all of the beautiful lights, the giant bows, and the mysterious presents. More than that, however, she loved giving presents and enjoying quality time with her three most favorite people in the world.

  So, the four of them went to the mall to get pictures taken with Santa Claus. Evie had been talking about it for an entire week beforehand, and she had even prepared the four of them gorgeous outfits for the occasion.

  The girls were matching in style and the boys matched in their styles. Carlos was wearing a smart suit with a red button-down shirt, a white suit jacket, and black pants along with glittering gold accents. Jay was sporting a handsome gold suit jacket, a white button-down shirt, and black pants with sparkling silvery accents. Mal was showing off with a deep purple, velvety sweater dress that reached her knees along with shining green accents on her black tights and the dress, and she had a gorgeous draping poncho across the top part of her dress. And finally, Evie was sporting an exact copy of Mal’s but in deep purple with gleaming red accents.

  Evie had undeniably put a ton of work in their outfits just so they could get those sacred photos. Mal really appreciated Evie’s hard work, and she felt that the least they all could do was humor the bluenette.

  “Do you have any idea how many children get in this line?! We’re already late as it is!” Evie emphatically explained, and Jay rolled his eyes behind her back.

  “Speaking of, don’t you think we’re a little too old for-”

  Evie immediately looked to Jay with such a childlike look of wonder that he couldn’t bring himself to finish his original train of thought for his previous sentence. Her entire face was absolutely glowing with that sweet, loving, innocent expression, and he suddenly felt terrible for even starting to propose such a thing.

  “Sucking candy canes?” Jay finished finally, grabbing the end of Carlos’ candy cane and pulling it out of his mouth. Carlos furrowed his brow, gaping at Jay offendedly.

  “I’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much!” Carlos cried, snagging his candy cane from Jay and popping it back into his mouth. Jay raised an eyebrow at him, and Evie looked at Mal, withdrawing a candy cane from the pocket of her elegant blue coat.

  “Give this to Jay,” Evie told Mal, and the faerie reached back so that Jay could take it from her. Jay hesitantly accepted it and put it in his mouth carefully. He tasted it for a moment, and he nodded his head appreciatively, savoring it.

  “See? There you go,” Evie encouragingly reassured him, almost as if she were talking to a small child. He shook his head but didn’t say anything in favor of enjoying the candy cane.

  “E, slow down, I don’t really think we should get in such a hurry. There can’t be that many kids,” Mal expressed, chuckling offhandedly. Evie sighed, and Mal knew that she was about to launch into some explanation as to why they should definitely be moving faster than they currently were.

  “You guys, we need to be seriously dedicated because this line is going to get as long as- hold the phone! Do you smell that?!” Evie cried, pausing as she breathed in deeply. Everyone stopped abruptly behind her, bumping into each other as they tried to compensate for Evie’s sudden stop.

  Carlos sniffed halfheartedly, but at the purely delightful scent that hit his nostrils, his face lit up like a Christmas tree as he searched for the source. He looked to the left, and he nearly drooled at the sight of the cookies there on display in the shop window.

  “Evie, look,” Carlos told her, and Evie followed his gaze to the shop window. Evie immediately fell into just as big of a chocolate-induced stupor as the de Vil boy, and she followed him so that their noses were practically pressed against the glass as they hungrily gaped at the Christmas cookies.

  “Snowflake, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Evie questioned, and Carlos absently nodded, his candy cane drooping in his mouth as he gaped at the snacks.

  “Let’s do it,” he murmured in response, and they both charged into the bakery. Mal and Jay shared a glance, raising an eyebrow at each other but following the other two inside.

  As soon as they got in, Evie was already picking out every kind of cookie that she could ever dream of wanting. Carlos kept butting in and adding different kinds to the mix, and Evie was enthusiastically nodding her head, adding it to the order.

  Mal approached the other girl and stood to the side of her in an attempt to catch Evie’s gaze.

  “Weren’t you just saying that we had to move?” Mal asked, trying to pull Evie back from sweets land as the containers started to pile up to five.

  “It can wait,” Evie immediately replied as she watched the woman place the sixth batch of cookies in a portable plastic container.

  “Are you sure? Because you seemed pretty insistent that we-”

  “Nothing comes before chocolate,” Evie assured her, extending her arms as she eagerly took and paid for the cookies gladly.

  “E, what are we going to do with all of these?”

  “That’s the easy part!” Evie grinned widely, poking Mal’s nose playfully.

  “What I meant was how are we going to carry them?” Mal clarified herself, and Evie’s toothy smile was the only reply she received.

  “That can be solved with the same method as what we’re going to do with them!” Evie singsonged, and handed one package to each member of the group.

  “Are you suggesting we eat all of these?” Mal questioned, and Evie laughed heartily.

  “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m saying you definitely should eat all of these,” Evie assured her, starting into her own container of cookies eagerly.

  Jay looked at Carlos, who was already cramming two at a time in his mouth, and he shrugged, opening the container easily and beginning to eat his first cookie. Mal huffed and took one of her own, realizing that she was now completely outnumbered by the crazy cookie consumers.

  Amazingly, before long, they had each cleared out at least half of their cookies, and Evie condensed the masses of cookies so that they only had three packages left. She then threw the plastic in a nearby recycling bin before taking Mal’s hand and continuing on their expedition to go see Santa Claus.

  “Okay. Seriously now. We very shamelessly enjoyed our cookies, and now we’ve got to double time it to Santa,” Evie instructed them all, and she glanced back at Mal.

  “M, wait a minute,” Evie instructed patiently, withdrawing a handkerchief from her pocket as she wiped carefully at Mal’s cheek where cookie crumbs had made their home. Mal huffed but allowed Evie to wipe them away.

  “There. Beautiful,” Evie complimented before continuing in her dragging of Mal. The two boys followed them, and they continued on their way to their ultimate goal.

  However, after a few more minutes, Jay happened to look to the right, and he stopped immediately, throwing an arm out as he kept Carlos from moving any further. Carlos furrowed his brow, but he allowed Jay to keep him paused.

  “Wait a minute, you guys! Look at that!” Jay cried, pointing at the shop window as he hurried over quickly to look at the display.

  “It’s a one of a kind, signed Tourney stick by the greatest player of all time Chuck Carrolli!” Jay announced, his eyes wide as he gaped at it.

  Evie immediately looked at Mal, a conspiratorial look on her face and Mal knew exactly what the older girl was thinking: Christmas present possibility.

  So naturally, when Jay proposed that they go in, Evie completely put aside any of her consideration for the timeliness of their arrival for Santa photos, and eagerly followed him inside the shop. Mal opened her mouth to bring to Evie’s attention that they were cutting it close with the Santa time, but she ultimately decided against it as she noticed how intent Evie looked at finding Jay a perfect Christmas present while the opportunity had arisen.

  “C’mon, dude, it can’t be one of a kind because Chuck Carrolli surely signed more than just one Tourney stick,” Carlos pointed out, but Jay didn’t listen to him at all, suddenly finding himself even more fascinated by the helmet not too far off.

  “Look, Frosted Flake! It’s a signed helmet by the greatest player of all time Isaiah Inglewood!”

  “I thought Chuck Carrolli was the greatest player of all time,” Carlos confusedly noted, and Jay eyed him as if he had lost his mind.

  “Of course he is.”

  “But you just said-”

  While the boys bickered back and forth about the greatest player in Tourney and how logically only one could be the greatest, Evie subtly eyed the price tag on the Tourney stick. Evie raised an eyebrow as she looked back at Mal, gesturing at the whopping two thousand dollars written on the small piece of paper.

  Mal followed her motioning, and her eyes went wide, disbelieving that something as ridiculous as a Tourney stick could be that expensive.

  “Good grief, E!” Mal whisper-yelled, and Evie cast her a warning glance, signaling the other girl to keep her voice down. They looked at the boys and Jay seemed to be none the wiser as he argued vehemently with the shorter boy.

  “You might be Miss Moneybags now because of Evie’s Four Hearts, but this is ridiculous. It’s just a wooden stick with scribbles on it by some dude called Chuck Coriolis that none of us even know personally! This is highway robbery!” Mal proclaimed emphatically, whispering to her taller best friend. Evie sighed, tilting her head as she looked at Mal with a slight smile.

   “First, it’s Chuck Carolli. And next, to Jay, this isn’t just a wooden stick with scribbles. It’s a one of a kind Tourney stick signed by a hero of his favorite sport and possible future career. It’s a symbol and represents a goal that he aspires to achieve,” Evie explained carefully with one of those huge adoring smiles, and Mal’s gaze softened as she eyed the bluenette lovingly.

  “You’re sweet, Evie. Way too sweet for your own good sometimes, but you are sweet,” Mal complimented fondly. “Get the Chuck Carolina Tourney stick.”

  “Chuck Carolli.”

  “Same thing.”

  Evie headed to the front desk to arrange for the stick to be put on hold so that she could come back later and take it home with her to be wrapped, and Mal worked to keep the boys in one area of the shop. Of course, it wasn’t very hard considering the fact that Jay was still insisting that two players could be the greatest, and Carlos was still insisting that was incorrect technically and grammatically.

  Before long, Evie returned in such a hurry, Mal couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into the girl.

  “Guys, it is four forty-five, and Santa closes shop at five! Come on!” Evie cried and wasted no time in grabbing Jay and Mal by the wrists, dragging them quickly behind her.

  Carlos blinked in mild surprise, interrupted in his thorough explaining, but he quickly refocused and followed them hurriedly.

  Evie dragged them a bit further and Mal could see a crowd of people gathered in a main area of the mall. Evie’s face lit up happily, knowing that this was it. They would finally be able to get those pictures that Evie had specifically came for. She gazed at Mal in her pure excitement, but her face quickly lost most of its enthusiasm. Evie’s jaw slackened as she gaped at the sight of a certain display in the front of a clothing store.

  “Wait a minute,” Evie mumbled, her brow furrowed as she stared at the styles in the window. She gasped, her eyes widening in recognition as she took a step forward.

  Mal followed her gaze and she immediately saw what Evie was looking at. Someone had modelled their clothing- albeit comparatively poorly- after Evie’s designs. Oddly enough, they were designs that she hadn’t even officially used as of yet.

  “Evie-”

  “M, I worked hard on those designs and I didn’t show them to anyone besides us VKs and a few customers so I could start their grand premiere on the market,” Evie informed her, and Mal could see the slight beginnings of tears of hurt in Evie’s eyes along with something much more serious, clouded, and boiling.

  “I know, I know, but we’re here to get pictures. You can make a claim against them later, okay? I’ll have Ben make sure that they don’t use your designs anymore.”

   “Mal, I wouldn’t have minded if they had asked permission first or made a deal with me directly!”

  “Which customers did you show them to?” Mal finally asked, giving in to Evie’s determination to start a fight for her designs.

  “I showed them to Cheyenne La Bouff, Flynnigan Fitzherbert, and Chad. Ironically, Chad Charming is one of my best customers. It’s probably that huge ego of his. He even seemed a little more interested in my designs than usual…” Evie stopped in her monologue, her eyes slowly meeting Mal’s as she figured out exactly who had leaked her unreleased designs. Mal sighed and just eyed her sadly.

  Evie read the name of the shop and noticed that it was the store that Sarah White happened to be employed at. She immediately knew exactly what had happened.

  Since the Queen of Mean drama, Chad had been avoiding Audrey like the plague. However, he didn’t avoid one of her old “friends” Sarah White. Sarah had always been unnecessarily cruel to all of the Core Four and especially Evie since she had come to Auradon Prep after the VKs arrived.

  So knowing that Chad was spending time with this unsavory character that just happened to work at a clothing shop only solidified the knowledge that he must have told her what Evie was planning for her clothing line and quite possibly stole the designs from her book. After all, Evie hadn’t looked at them since she had shown them to Chad.

  Evie and Chad had gotten a bit closer in the time that he had spent in her shop. They were definitely not friends, but she did trust him to not betray her since he was such a good customer and he had never given her a reason to not trust him since he had actually apologized for using her so carelessly to complete his homework.

  Evie had at first felt hurt that Chad would do this to her after she offered to special release one of her first men’s outfits for him, but her injured feelings quickly evolved into something much angrier as her eyes hardened and she set her jaw.

  Mal’s eyes widened as she realized that Evie had a one-track mind at this point. Mal looked over at the crowd of people that were thinning as the time wore by and Santa’s picture time drew nearer to its end, and she knew that they needed to hurry and that they didn’t have time to waste.

  “E, listen to me. We need to get in the line because we’re nearly out of time,” Mal informed her, but Evie didn’t seem to hear as she charged into the clothing shop.

  Mal shared a glance with the two boys before racing in behind the girl. As soon as Mal entered the shop, Evie had started speaking to the person behind the counter.

  “Hi, can I speak to your manager?” Evie cheerily requested, that twinkle in her eye as she completely bedazzled the man. He nodded, spluttering and not having anything intelligent to say as he turned to head for the back.

  As soon as a woman with a sour face and a name tag reading her status in the place showed up, Evie immediately began to speak.

  “What are those?” Evie immediately asked, pointing to the display of clothes at the front of the shop.

  The woman just raised an eyebrow, smirking as she eyed Evie.

  “Clothes.”

  “Okay, let me be more specific,” Evie grinned falsely before losing all semblances of humor as she placed her hands on the counter firmly, glaring at the manager.

  “Where did you get the designs from?”

  “I got them from a friend.”

  “You mean Sarah White?”

  “What’s it to you?” the woman shortly questioned, largely unconcerned with Evie’s inquiries. Evie furrowed her brow, her lips curling into a smile as she tried to keep her patience with the obviously slippery and slimy saleswoman.

  “What it is to me is that those are my designs that I put hard work into,” Evie informed her. The woman simply scoffed at her, and Mal stepped up beside Evie protectively. However, she knew her influence was limited in this concern because as the King’s fiancé, there was only so much that she could do to exert authority. When she was Queen, she would receive ultimate say alongside Ben.

  “I didn’t see your name on them,” she shot back, and Evie looked down at her name tag gathering what she wanted to know.

  “Well, Lorrie, let me be the first to tell you that those designs are mine,” Evie told her boldly.

  “I don’t think so. And how dare you come walking into my store like you own the place?”

  “How dare you take my designs and act like you own them?” Evie replied quickly, and Mal could see that this was starting to escalate out of hand. She placed a hand on Evie’s arm, squeezing tightly as she tried to keep her from acting out too much.

   “Ma’am, if you don’t leave, I’m going to call security to make you leave,” Lorrie finally spoke with a smirk on her face that showed just how convinced she was that she had won.

  Evie’s eyes lit up in an entirely new level of heat and fury as she started to launch into a tirade. However, before she could even begin, Jay threw her over his shoulder effortlessly and started to walk out, Carlos walking in front of him and Mal behind him.

  “Put me down, Jay! I wasn’t done! You can’t steal designs! You thief!” Evie cried, beating on Jay’s back with balled-up fists as she glared at the woman who was sniggering behind the counter.

  “Evie, don’t worry, we’ll get Ben to take care of it,” Mal explained gently. Evie just kept her eyes locked onto Lorrie as they reached the exit.

  Evie quickly latched onto the doorway, offering one last bit of fight before she let herself get dragged out.

  “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal, and a Happy New Year!” Evie cried just as Mal and Jay pried her fingers from the doorway, and they went out on their way. Evie growled under her breath as she stared at the shop name.

  “E, look, there was nothing you could do, okay? She was going to call security and then we couldn’t go see Santa Claus to get pictures,” Mal told her, hoping to jog her memory and bring back her cheerful spirit of before.

  Evie offered the store a lasting distasteful glance before looking anxiously in Santa’s direction, her excitement shining through. Mal patted Jay’s shoulder, letting him know it was safe to put her down now.

  Jay carefully let her down and she laced her fingers with Mal’s as she hurried over to the crowd where Santa was.

  However, to her immense horror and complete disappointment, there was not a single hint of Santa Claus anywhere in the area, and the colorful backdrop that they used for his pictures was starting to be packed up and taken away.

  Evie just gaped broken-heartedly at the entire ordeal and Mal broke away from Evie’s now-loosened hold as she hurried over to the men.

  “What’s going on? Where’s Santa?” Mal asked, hoping that they wouldn’t say what she knew they were going to say.

  “We’re sorry, ma’am, it’s past five. We’ve got to close up,” he informed her regretfully, removing his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. Mal nodded carefully and turned back to face Evie.

  Evie had lost all semblances of sparkle and happiness. Instead there was just bleakness and droopiness. Mal felt her heart ache for her best friend, and she walked over to her sister, extending her arms for a hug.

  Evie, despite how upset and numb she might have been, would never turn down a hug, and she did not disappoint this time as she walked into Mal’s embrace carefully and she enveloped Mal in her own arms. Mal rested her head under Evie’s chin, knowing she needed all the comfort she could get.

  Everything might have started well that day, but it certainly didn’t end well.

  Jay and Carlos approached them, and they wrapped their arms around Evie and Mal. For a few moments, they just stood there, all giving Evie a well-deserved hug.

  “Hey, Evie? I could get you a candy cane. Would that make you feel better?” Jay finally offered, and Evie couldn’t help but laugh a little at his try. Mal and Carlos smiled at his efforts and they all pulled away, throwing their arms over each other’s shoulders and around waists as they headed out of the mall.

  After a little while, they were back in the parking lot heading toward Charlene- Evie’s named Jeep Renegade- when they saw something that sent Evie back into her cheerful state. There, looking through the trunk of the car parked beside Charlene, was Santa Claus. Evie’s face lit up in the brightest smile that Mal had seen all day and she practically ran over to see him.

  “Mister Claus?!” Evie called, and the old man turned to look at her, a happy little smile gracing his features as he adjusted his glasses to see her better.

  “Yes, young lady?” Evie took that as her invitation to come closer, and so she did, her blue hair flowing behind her elegantly as she rushed.

  “We were just inside, and we hurried as fast as we could, but we still managed to miss you. You see, my friends and I were really looking forward to getting a few pictures with you, and if it’s not too much trouble, would you mind letting us take a few before you leave? Only if you have enough time, though,” Evie pleaded with him desperately, her hands clasped together in front of her as she offered him her most winning smile.

  He looked at her for a moment before shifting his gaze to glance at the other three that were standing awkwardly behind her. Jay offered a nod, Mal gave a small wave, and Carlos grinned a bit.

  After a moment, the old man smiled kindly at the bluenette, readjusting his hat.

  “I think I have just enough time for a few pictures,” he answered her finally with a twinkle in his eye, and Evie looked back at Mal with an exceedingly excited expression. Mal just offered her two thumbs up as the three VKs approached Evie and Santa.

  Evie played with her phone for a moment, trying to set it so that it would take a picture after several seconds.

  She turned to face the other three and Santa, walking backwards so she could set their positions how she wanted them.

  “Okay, M, get over on the left side closest to Santa, and Jay, stand to the side of Mal. Carlos stand where Jay is, but on the opposite side. I’m going to be in Mal’s position but on the opposite side,” Evie informed them. However, she quickly realized that everyone was in the right positions, but there was something missing.

  “And put your arms around each other! Act like you actually like one another!” Evie laughed and the other three couldn’t help but join in. Santa heartily chuckled as well as Evie placed her phone carefully in a nearby tree that was lining the edge of the parking lot. She pressed the button for the camera to start counting, and she hurried over to the group, getting in her position.

  “Everybody, say cheese!” Evie told them, and they all offered a huge smile for the camera. Before long, there was a flash, and they knew that the picture had been taken. Evie smiled widely, hurrying over to the phone and checking the photo.

  It had turned out beautifully, considering the fact that it had been taken in a parking lot.

  “It’s gorgeous, guys! Thank you so much, Mister Claus!” Evie expressed as she walked back over.

  “It’s no trouble at all, dear,” he smiled, and Evie hugged him quickly before heading over to the other side of the Jeep. The boys got in the back of the vehicle quickly.

  However, Mal followed Evie over to the driver’s side of the car.

  “Hey, E, can I see the picture?” Mal asked, and Evie withdrew her phone effortlessly, offering it to Mal.

  Mal looked at the photo before bringing her gaze up to meet Evie’s.

  “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Evie beamed.

  “I guess. Look, are you sure you don’t want to find another place that you could get a prettier photo with another Santa?” Mal checked with her. Evie just offered her a sweet smile, shaking her head as she wrapped an arm around Mal’s waist and resting her head on Mal’s.

  “No. I’m sure. It’s the most gorgeous picture we could have gotten, because of all the memories it’ll hold for us,” Evie expressed, squeezing Mal tightly.

  “Merry Christmas, Evie.”

  “Merry Christmas, Mal.”

[tammistories]

Our Dilemma Chapter Four: The Game | Christine Mynt

Christine's POV

Everyone was getting pumped up for the game. The last class was a mess and the teacher didn't even try to silence everyone, actually, he was beginning to talk about the game. I'm super excited for Aim, George and the rest of the team, actually Mia was getting annoyed of me constantly talking about it.

"How come you're so excited about this game?" Mia is sitting backwards on the chair and Aim's next to me. His hands are shaking, he must be super stressed and nervous for the game.

"I'm always excited about Aims games! He's gonna kill it, right Aim?" We both look over to him and he's spaced out, not paying attention. Mia leans over telling me to leave it be and let him be until he calms down.

Class end and we all go to our lockers to leave everything and grab our wallets to get something in the cafeteria. Aim walk us there but then head to the basketball court to prepare and warm-up.

"Don't look so worried, you know he gets like this when it's game season." Mia push me a little as we get in line. We pay for our coffees and take a seat outside on an empty table. Mia sits on the table while I take a seat on the built on bench. Almost everyone is in the cafeteria waiting for the game to start and allow people into the court.

"Christine!" I hear George call me over the crowd and he moves over and when he gets away from the thick crowd inside I notice the dark-skinned, purpled hair girl clinging to his arm. I look over to Mia who's slurping her soda through a straw and she's looking back and forth between me and George. I ignore her and greet George as he takes a seat.

"Shouldn't you go and warm-up for the game?" I look over to the clinging girl and she was looking at me but turn away when she noticed me watching her.

"I'll go down soon, I was actually looking for you." Mia's slurping stops.

"Okay?"

"There's a party after the game. The team is gonna go and a lot of people from school. You guys should come." The girl next to him looks shocked and whisper something to his ear, he laughs it off.

"Don't be ridiculous Lena." Lena. I've seen her but never spoken to her. She always looked at me with such hatred, at least that's what it feels like.

"I've already sent you the address. Come, you won't regret it." He winks and then walks off with Lena.

"Did you know there was gonna be a party?" Mia shakes her head. I know for sure we're both thinking the same thing: why haven't Aim mentioned the party? I give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was stressed and forgot. Nothing to make a big deal out of. Mia did not think the same though. She snatches my phone away from me to look for George's message.

"You had his number and you didn't tell me!" Ursula found us and have taken a seat with us. In silence, she drinks her bubbly water and watch us.

"It's just George and he put it there himself, I didn't want it." I look over at Ursula who shrugs her shoulders and look over at Mia and tells her it's no big deal.

"No big deal? First of all, have you seen George, he some sweet eye candy."

"God Mia." Ursula and I chuckle as she continues explaining her reasons for knowing everything about me and my life. I guess it's nice to have such good friends as Mia and Aim that cares and actually wants to know about me and my life.

Finally, after a while, we're interrupted as the cafeteria empties. They must be letting people in. In a hurry, I grab Mia and Ursula's arms and pull them with me through the crowd to get the best seats.

"Slow down!" I hear Mia call me as I drag them with me but I don't slow down. We need to get the best seats so Aim will be able to see us cheering him on. We get the seats in the third row and sit down. In front of us is the team talking tactics, I see Aim and George exchange a few words to the rest of the team.

"Aim!" Out of nowhere, Ursula yells out his name to get his attention. When he looks over so does the rest of the team, including George. We cheer them on yelling their name, Pirates, along with the rest of the crowd. The principal walk up to the middle of the court and says a few words and the whole gym quiet down.

"Welcome to this semester's last game. The Pirates will play against the Cheetahs..." He speaks some more but no one is paying attention. It feels like a small forever until the game begins when the whistle is blown.

The Pirates doesn't get a good start as the Cheetahs took the ball and made a goal. George doesn't look happy but Aim tells him something as they walk by each other and he swallows his anger. Throughout the game, each team make a goal one after another. Mia, Ursula and I are surely the loudest in the gym when the Pirates hit a goal.

"Come on Pirates!"

"Go Aim! Go, George!" We all yell together when the time is counting down. Less than a minute. We and a few others, that includes Lena and the rest of her group are the only ones standing and cheering. The players run back and forth as they take the ball from each other. It's a tie and the clock is ticking down too fast. Aim takes the ball from one of the Cheetahs players, he passes it to George. George throws the ball to the hoop but he's too far away.

"They're gonna miss it!' I hear someone behind us say in a panic but as if playing with our minds the ball roll around on the hoop and then falls inside it. Our side of the gym screams of excitement, as do I and jump with Mia and Ursula. The Cheetahs side of the gym has gone silent and are starting to leave.

"Way to go George!" I yell out with a bunch of others in the crowd and he looks over at us and quickly stops by me and waves in victory. The whole team is cheering and singing their victory song along with the cheerleaders.

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We're at Aim and Mia's getting ready for the party. On the way here we asked him why he hadn't mentioned the party but he refused to answer us. Since we got here Mia has asked him no stop why he hadn't told her about the party. I try to stay out of the conversation, it's not a big deal he didn't tell us I honestly was unsure if I want to go.

"Because these types of parties always get out of hand. They're not much fun." I smell the cologne I bought Aim for his birthday and quickly comment it in the middle of Mia's fit.

We all have dressed up for the party, Aim hasn't gone all-in though as Mia. He's wearing a plain black shirt and ripped jeans with his long necklace with a thin metal hanging from it. Mia, on the other hand, is wearing a tight pink tank top that exposes her belly, with that she's wearing black shorts. Mia forced me to put on one of her tight, belly exposed tops which I'm not very comfortable with but just for tonight, I guess. I have blue shorts with my jacket over.

When we arrive at the place which is surprisingly close I feel like I've seen it. I must have passed it a million times when I walk to work. I wonder who from school lives here?

"Dude you should have put on more makeup." Mia complains. I had only put on a little mascara and lipgloss that she had borrowed me but I didn't apply any more. The music is playing through the windows and when we walk up to the door and are about to knock it flies open as a girl, that I don't know, storm out in laughter with a guy following her. I look over at Mia and Aim that are giving me the same looks as I am. We're all thinking the same thing I'm sure of but we don't say anything and step in.

This isn't my first high school party but it definitely was something different. The play is already full of drunken boys and girls, laughing, playing, dancing and kissing. Anything you can think of their doing. Upstairs I can see people dancing, or more like grind on each other.

"George!" Aim calls out to the crowd and I then notice George's tall figure walk over to us. He first greets with a brotherlike hug and hugs both me and Mia too. When he hugs me the smell of alcohol comes like a punch and I hold my breath a little.

"You guys came! I've been waiting for you." He only looks at me as he tells us he has waited for us but he's 'you' sound more specific. Maybe I'm imagining it so I decide to ignore it.

"Come one, let's get you guys something to drink." He guides us to the kitchen table that is covered with bottles of alcohol, all kinds of alcohol and when he asks us what we'll have I look helplessly to Aim that might know more than me of alcohol. Aim just asks for beers and George hand us them after asking us before if we don't want something else, but we decline.

Mia's looking around at the place like it's heavenly. She drags me along for a good while to talk to our classmates from different classes we meet. She pulls me into playing a game beer pong, that I lose very quickly. Before I can leave the games area George comes over and gently grab my arm.

"Me and Christine against Sarah and Alec!" He shouts and people start cheering to the game. I couldn't even bother to react to Alec's name, another round here we come. He walks over to the table with Sarah clinging like a koala on his arm, it looked ridiculous. When I meet Alec's eyes he's already looking at me, I thought he would look mad but his eyes seem empty. George start and misses which gives Alec the turn. He put the ball in one of the cups, the public cheers and he has a smug smile on his lips. I take the glass and drink it, I don't know if I have to drink it or not, I just want to erase that smug smile off his face. I take the ball and for a small second, I feel dizzy but shake it off, the ball flies and fall into one of their cups. Without losing eye contact Alec takes the red cup and swallow it all in two chugs. We continue back and forth just me and Alec, George and Sarah aren't playing by this point, just cheering on. Near the end, he has 3 cups left and I have one. It's gotten harder to put the ball in the cup, it always jumps over the cups and Alec catches the ball with that annoyingly charming smile. He throws the ball and it falls into the cup, I pick it up without taking out the ball and chug the beer.

"You almost had him, Christine!" Mia says loudly next to me and George have changed to cheering for Alec now, he had walked over to him calling him a champion and being silly. Mia tries to talk to me but I don't take my eyes of Alec, he's still looking at me with that stupid, stupid smug smile, I feel his satisfaction like waves falling over me.

"I need some air." I excuse myself from Mia and walk away from the table and through the crowd. I try to walk to the door but oddly enough I get lost and find the stairs so I go up them hoping to find a little privacy. Further inside the house, I find an empty hallway and enter one of the rooms, luckily it has a small balcony I can go out to, to get the fresh air I'm needing.

From here I can see the backyard, there's light shining from underneath the grass. I hadn't noticed that there were people outside when we got here but maybe they moved out there since we got here. How long had we been here? I take out my phone from my pocket and see the clock, 1 am. We've been here for 4 or 3 hours, how is that possible?

"Are you okay?" I hear a dark voice come from behind me and when I turn around I just see a dark figure standing in the dark. I try to focus with my eyes to see who it is but nothing until he walks out to the balcony and I see that smug smile on Alec's face.

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my sister sent me this list of post breakup aus and i was like “oh cool angst” and she was like “do one that’s not angst” and I was like “??? i can’t do that” and she was like “try” and i was like “eh” but then the next day i referred to a salamander as a ‘pokit frien,’ implied this was sustainable if i just ‘put watr in pokit’ and called a salamander ‘watr snek with leg perfect goblin frien’ and she stopped emailing me so i had to bribe her by giving her PC in our DnD game more money, she's a rogue so this is always effective, and promising to write this so. in case you were wondering. prompt of  “are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?” courtesy of @followthebraingrape​

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title from sara bareilles’ if i can’t have you

thankful that i held you at all

The first time must have been a coincidence. Beau told herself it was a coincidence. Yasha didn’t even like going clubbing. Beau had a very vivid memory of Yasha pulling her close in their- no, Yasha’s kitchen. Beau had never technically moved in, not hers, never hers- twirling her slowly to music only they could hear, telling Beau she liked a different type of dancing better.

“Face to face, body to body,” Yasha’d told her, voice low. “Skin to skin.” Beau remembered shivering with the words. Yasha claimed she wasn’t good with words, but she always had the ones to make Beau’s knees go weak.

So, a coincidence. A fluke. A completely unfathomable mistake that Yasha was at the same club she and Vorsah had come to. She must have been there for work. Must have been called in to work as a bodyguard, or… Beau wasn’t sure. She couldn’t possibly be standing there because Beau had posted about waiting in line on her snapchat story. Yasha barely used her snapchat. Coincidence.

Beau was staring at Yasha, who was sitting at the bar, eyes searching the crowd, until a blue blur came and wrapped her arms around her. “Beau!” Jester shouted, voice cutting through the loud music. “I didn’t know you came here!” Jester pulled back, taking Beau’s hands, wide smile, indigo curls bouncing with her movement, eyes glinting with trouble.

Beau returned Jester’s smile, shaking her head clear. “First time coming here.” She replied, the light and music coming back into focus, the feeling of sweat hanging in the too warm air. Beau glanced back to the bar, finding Yasha looking at her. ‘No, at Jester. Clearly that’s the only reason she’s here. No one can say no to Jester.’ She told herself. “What are you doing here?” she asked Jester, pretending that she hadn’t seen Yasha. Pretending she didn’t know Yasha existed, in fact. She’d never seen Yasha before in her life, why would she care?

“Oh, you know. I wanted to dance. Yasha came with!” Jester said around a mouthful of mischief. “Fjord is out of town visiting Vandren, and Molly was busy, and Nott is busy with wedding stuff, and Caleb and Caduceus are boring and never want to do anything fun. And you didn’t respond to my messages, so it’s just me and Yasha.”

Beau shifted a little, looking back where she’d left Vorsha, waiting for a drink. “Oh, yeah, uh, sorry I saw them but I… I’m here on a date so I didn’t reply.”

Jester bounced a little, letting out an excited squeal. “Who with? Can I meet her?” Jester’s eyes scanned the crowd behind Beau’s shoulder.

“Oh, uh,” Beau turned her head to find her date looking somewhat annoyed, staring at them. Beau shot her an apologetic smile, and gave a shrug. This was complicating things. This was a hookup, not a date. Jester always wanted things to be like in one of her romcoms and this… was not. This was physical. This was nothing like what she’d had with-

“Oh Yasha!” Jester’s voice cut through her thoughts, and Beau turned her head to see Yasha joining them, looking like a dream. Beau couldn’t help the way her heart skipped, seeing the amazon-esque woman approach.

Get your shit together, Beauregard. Beau commanded silently, dropping one of Jester’s hands. You are not a teen with a first time crush. You are experienced. You are a damn delight. Yasha not seeing that is not on you.

“Hey Yasha.” Beau said, chin lifting a little.

“Hello, Beauregard. Fancy seeing you here.” Yasha’s smile was soft, something in her eyes making Beau want to kiss her.

Beau swallowed, turning back to Jester. “You wanted to meet Vorsah right?” Beau said, “Follow me.” She pulled Jester along, pretending she didn’t care if Yasha followed. Pretending it was all fine and good. Pretending she didn’t give a rats ass about if Yasha was jealous or not. Still when Beau dropped down next to Vorsah, and turned her head to find Yasha had trailed along with, she felt a little spark of victory. This was a chance, an opportunity to make her jealous. It was perfect. “V, this is Jester, a friend of mine. And this is Yasha.” She said, waving vaguely, at them, angling her body towards the silver haired woman she was with. Take that Yasha. She’s hot as hell and she wants to fuck me. Who cares if you don’t.

Beau put her hand on Vorsah’s thigh, trailing her fingers back and forth, putting on her dumbest, most vapid smile. Tracy, the alter ego that was all too easy to put on.

Vorsah looked at Beau, then Jester, who was moving to sit down on the purple velvet lined couch on Vorsah’s other side, then to Yasha, who, Beau realized, now looked deeply uncomfortable, like she always did in clubs. Not relaxed like when she’d just been talking to Beau. “Hello,” Vorsah said, “Nice to meet you both. Did you remember my drink?” Beau stiffened. She hadn’t. She’d been so caught up in the idea of making Yasha even the slightest bit regretful she’d forgotten that the goal was to get drunk and get laid.

“Oh my gods, I’m an idiot.” Beau said laughing a little. “I’ll be right back.” She pushed to her feet, letting her hand trail over Vorsah’s shoulder as she went. Beau weaved her way through the crowd, letting her shoulders slowly drop. What are the fucking odds that the one night Jester decides she wants to go out dancing, Yasha’s the only one available to go with her. And is the night that Beau’s out on a date at the same club?! Beau ordered the drinks, and two shots for herself, which she downed in quick succession, before turning to head back to their corner. That was annoying too. They were well on their way from dancing to making out. That was the whole point of the dark corner, the couch, the drinks. Beau loved Jester, but she was also firmly in the Ban Jester from every club camp.

What do you need a club for anyway, Jes? Beau thought at her loudly. You don’t even drink.

Beau returned to find that Yasha sitting on the small table in front of the couch, taking up more space than was strictly necessary. Vorsah had angled herself towards Jester, to accommodate.

Beau put on another fake smile, this one tinged with a smirk, and went to drop next to Vorsah despite Yasha’s knees knocking the couch. Beau just tossed her legs up over Yasha’s, her thighs resting on Yasha’s knees. She watched, out of the corner of her eye, Yasha’s lips part, her breath catch. She knew this move. Beau would do this, or some variation, to draw her out, to pull her in. Watching movies on the couch, she’d drape herself across Yasha, after long hikes she’d dramatically throw herself into Yasha’s arms. Beau liked touch more than Yasha thought to give her, so Beau would go out of her way to find it. And Beau knew, looking how she looked; flushed, sweaty, hair mussed from dancing, crop top twisted, she knew that she looked like all those nights she’d go grab them some waters from the kitchen and come back to bed and throw her legs over Yasha’s to keep her from running, from pulling away. She handed Vorsah her drink and looked to Jester, who was chattering along. “What we talking about?”

Jester looked to her, a devious sparkle glinting in her eyes. “Oh, I was just telling Vorsah all about the Traveler, and how he’s so cool. And how much fun he is. And-”

All of Beau’s hopes about getting laid went out the window, for two reasons. One, when Jester started talking about the Traveler, that was the end of the night, lights out, go home. Jester could talk about the Traveler for hours and not get bored. Beau even thought the Traveler seemed like a chill dude, (Was it disrespectful to call a god a chill dude? Beau still wasn’t sure,) but he wasn’t exactly the topic she’d pick to set the mood.

And reason two... Reason two was a calloused hand rested on her knee, a rough thumb tracing impossibly soft paths back and forth across it. Beau glanced to Yasha, who’s gaze was steady on Jester. Beau swallowed, and she saw, almost imperceptibly, the corner of Yasha’s mouth lift, and then it was gone.

Beau didn’t get laid that night, and Vorsah, hot as she was, didn’t get a call for another date. Not when all Beau could think of was Yasha’s hand on her leg.

The second time it happened seemed a little more suspicious.  Beau wasn’t a particularly paranoid person, but in two weeks, two different people had stood her up or flaked out on her and it was starting to feel like a pattern.

So, when she finally was out with someone, it was just one step too weird that Yasha and Molly were getting lunch at the same damn fucking dinner.

When she saw them enter and sit, she let out a long sigh, sinking down in the red and white booth.

“What… What are you doing?” Avantika, an ‘old friend’ of Fjord’s, was squinting at her from across the table. Avantika was undoubtedly hot, and though she’d been a little bit of a bitch off the bat, there was a certain amount of asshole behavior Beau could overlook if the offender was also super hot.

Beau wondered if she herself was hot enough for Avantika to overlook that she was acting like a hot slice of crazy.  Beau grimaced, and laughed a little. “Uh, just, well…”

“Beauregard!” Molly’s voice cut through her flimsy excuse, sweeping towards them with his arms out. “What are the odds!?” He dropped down next to Avantika, the smirk on his lips leaving no question that he knew he was being a dick.

“Mollymauk.” Beau replied, scowling. She was so caught up in her annoyance with him she didn’t notice Yasha had followed until she was leaning against the booth, smiling fondly at Molly. Beau’s eyes caught on her, unable to pull away. She looked fucking great. Beau heart skipped when Yasha looked to her. “Hey.” Beau managed.

“Hello.” Yasha replied, her gaze piercing. Beau’s lips pulled into a smile involuntarily, and Yasha’s grew in return. It was instinctive, the joy, a long ingrained habit she’d never shake.

A delicate accented voice across the table called Beau, and it took her a second to pull her gaze back to her date.

You are on a date, you nightmare. Beau reminded herself. Not here to make eyes at a woman who doesn’t want to date your disaster ass anyway.

“Friends of yours Beauregard?” Avantika asked, brow lifting.

“Oh, goodness, Yahsa how rude we are. Where are my manners-”

“You never had any.” Beau muttered, earning a snicker from Yasha as she dropped into the booth next to her.

“I’m Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends.” He offered a hand with a flourish, and as much of a bow as he could manage in the booth.

Avantika looked at his hand, at his signature bomber jacket, then his face, and turned away. The look on her face left a sour taste in Beau’s mouth. “And you?” She asked, gaze directed at Yasha.

The pale woman’s brow lifted, glancing to Beau. “Oh, I’m, uh…”

“This is Yasha. ‘nother friend of mine.” Beau said, gesturing vaguely. “Yasha, Molly, this is Avantika. Fjord set us up.” Avantika stiffened, gaze flicking away at Fjord’s name, but Beau continued regardless. “I know these two from… Well, it’s… kinda convoluted how we know each other, and sounds dumb saying it.”

“We met at the carnival.” Molly said with a toothy grin.

“At the school carnival.” Yasha corrected. “Freshman mixer.”

“Yeah, I already knew Fjord and Jester-” Beau began to smile, thinking of all their antics, but Avantika cut her off with a raise of her hand.

“As fascinating as I’m sure you all find this story,” She purred, voice low, her gaze making Beau feel like she was a mouse making a cats job too difficult. “If we’re going to continue this, I’d like to continue it alone.”

Beau felt a little flame of annoyance spark up. Avantika had already been a bitch, then she acted like Molly’s meer presence was a distasteful (which, come on, she was the only one allowed to be a dick to Molly,and that’s after years of actual friendship,) on top of cutting Beau off mid sentence.

“Then I guess we won’t get to continue it.” Beau said, looking down her nose at Avantika.

The redhead sputtered a moment, then slid out the opposite side of the booth and stormed towards the door.

“Well she seemed just grand.” Molly said, scooting over to pick through Avantika’s fries.

Beau let out a little groan. “Two minutes, I think that’s a record in how long it takes you to ruin one of my dates.” She said, scowling at him.

“Oh, no way.” He argued. “I once dumped a drink on that girl’s shoes, she peeled out of there so fucking fast, oh what was her name.”

Beau scowled. “Eliza?”

“Ellie.” Yasha said, taking a sip of a soda Beau only realized was hers once it was back down in front of her. “That’s not your record, surely. There was that time you invited yourself to our first date.” Beau’s eyes cut over to her, shocked to hear her mention it. They hadn’t spoken of their relationship near each other since it ended.

“Well, that didn’t ruin the night, it enhanced it.” Molly replied, leaning towards Yasha, signature smile on.

Yasha’s laugh was enough to let Beau ignore the butterflies kicking up wind in her stomach.

Later, she couldn't even be mad at Molly and Yasha for crashing. She was mad at Molly for sticking her with the bill, though. She felt justified in that.

The final dagger in Beau’s “there’s a conspiracy against me getting laid” theory came when she was hanging out with Keg.

She’d already gone on two more failed dates at that point, one of them interrupted by Nott needing her to come help with something immediately which turned out to be a question about which buttons to use up the back of her wedding gown, an event Yasha also happened to be called in for. The next one was even more of a disaster. In the time it took to call asking for the wait time at the restaurant and getting there, every table had been reserved with a cash advance. The hostess apologized, and told Beau about some celebrity woman needing the venue for the evening. Which sounded like exactly the sort of thing Marion Lavore, or someone doing a great impression of her, would do. Yasha being at the restaurant next door, picking up takeout, icing on the date ruining cake.

But those easily could have been coincidences.

Could have been, but she doubted it. She was of the opinion that Nott, Molly, and Jester were all conspiring together to keep her single until Yasha decided to take her back which was, frankly, ridiculous. Yasha had always been too good for her. Beau knew that was always going to be the inevitable end. And why would it have been their business anyway, it’s not like Beau stuck her nose into their love lives. If and when she did she was totally justified. She’d been right with Nott and Yeza, and Fjord and Jester. This was totally different. Totally completely different.

And if she kept telling herself that she might start to believe it.

Keg was the best person Beau had known in high school, and the only person she’d dated. She was the only person she’d kept in contact with from home when she’d cut off contact with her parents four months into sophomore year, the only person she’d wanted to. Keg had been her sanity trying to figure out being queer in a small town with homophobic parents. Keg was also bat shit crazy and a horrible influence.

She was an asshole. Most of Beau’s friends were assholes, it’s how she liked it. She had a two non-asshole rule, and between Caduceus and Jester, those slots were full.

She was also just that, a friend. Beau and Keg had agreed that them dating was so nonfunctional the first time, it wasn’t worth ever trying again. Breaking up had been less upsetting and more the agreed upon conclusion to the mess they were. They were still friends, of course, so as soon as she found out Keg was going to be in town they made plans, but not a date.

A distinction she didn’t make clear when she told Jester, Molly, or Nott. She needed to test her theory.

She and Keg were playing pool when the door opened, a Zemnian accent floating to her ears despite the distance and the chatter. She could clock Caleb from miles away. He’d never been subtle in his life.

“Fucking hell.” she muttered, glancing toward the door, watching a gaggle of familiar people enter. “Those absolute fuckers.”

“Hm?” Keg replied around a sip of her beer. Beau tracked her gaze to a tall blonde in the corner. Beau hit her with the blunt end of her cue stick. “Hey!” Keg replied gaze flicking back. “I’m listening, asshole.”

“Oh, what did I say then?” Beau’s gaze was still tracking her group of friends, all of them, and Yeza, which was especially rare these days with the business picking up. She saw the small smile on Yasha’s lips, watched the tall woman’s gaze flick about the bar, then saw it stop on her. Beau didn’t break her gaze, instead hitting Yasha with a soft smile. The look of shock on Yasha’s face was enough.

“Something about fucking, I think.” Keg replied, leaning on the table. “Which, I thought we were on the same page about, but I guess not.”

“Shut up.” Beau set down the cue, turning to lean herself, facing Keg. “You remember my college friends right? Just walked in. I think at least a few of them are trying to ruin my love life on behalf of another one of them.”

Keg’s eyes shot over, taking the motley crew by the bar. Beau turned her gaze just in time to see Yasha look away. “Is Nott here?” Keg asked a fond smile on her lips. She and Nott had met one weekend when Keg was in town, and had disappeared for hours, coming back the next day with a story neither would tell. “Nott’s the best.”

“Nott is one of the ones trying to ruin my chances of getting laid.” Beau replied arms crossing.

“Yeah, yeah, big deal.” Keg replied, waving a hand at Beau. “Are we going over there are are you going to keep bitching that your friends love and care about you?”

“They… You are… making a lot of assumptions without much knowledge.” Beau sputtered.

“They want to hook you and the tall, hot one back up.” Keg replied, turning her gaze back. “I agree. You’ve been a fucking downer since that ended.”

Beau opened her mouth for a rebuttal, but a familiar voice called out, “Keg!” and before she could, a small dark blur of color flung itself at Keg.

Beau sighed, setting her cue down, leaning on the table as Keg returned the hug in her typical bad-at-this manner.

“Nice to see you too Nott.” Beau lifted her drink in a greeting.

“I saw you yesterday.” Nott replied, instead of dignifying Beau’s annoyance with a proper response.

Beau let out a little sigh, heading over to the bar without another word. Her friends, the nightmare of color she called her family, were gathered around one edge of the bar. Caleb and Fjord were mid argument about who knows what, while Molly, Caduceus, and Yasha were locked in a quiet conversation, Molly and Yasha looking intense, Caduceus looking confused. The three fell silent as Beau drew near, Yasha’s eyes on the floor.

“Oh, Beau!” Jester was spinning on the stool as Beau drew near, a soda in hand, smiling wickedly. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Mhmm.” Beau replied, brow lifting. “Sure Jester.” Jester smiled at her sweetly, and Beau scowled. “You’re ridiculous.” she said, “You too, Mollymauk.”

Molly put a hand on his chest offended. “Beau, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Fuck you, Molly.”

“Fuck you too, Beau.”

“Molly.” Yasha’s voice was soft, nearly pleading. It drew Beau’s gaze to her face. She was flushed, flustered. Yasha was almost never flustered. Beau shook it off, looking back to Molly and Jester.

“You both, and Nott for that matter, need to cut the crap, alright? Yasha do you even know the nonsense they’re up to?” she asked, brow lifting.

“What we are up to?” Molly replied, looking to Yasha. “How’d blame get shifted to us?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t my idea!” Jester replied, straightening up.

“The execution was all you.” Yasha replied, pointing at her. “I was kidding.”

“You don’t kid.” Molly replied, looking at her through his lashes. “And the second time was your idea too.”

“You all continued the… Okay, well you know I was in the right on that one.” Yasha replied, arms crossing.

Beau’s eyes flitted between them confusion in her gaze. “What?”

“That Avantika was a character though. Fjord must have been on something strong back then.” Molly mused, drawing Fjords glare briefly, before he turned back to his and Caleb’s conversation.

“I’m sorry, what?” Beau repeated.

“If you had just turned off twitter notifications we probably would have stopped. It was just so sad seeing you get  annoyed when ever your phone dinged.” Jester continued to Yasha with a pout.

“What the fuck?” Beau said, voice raising. “You…” she pointed to Yasha. “You’re the one sabotaging my dates?”

Yasha went still and silent, lips parted, staring at Beau like maybe she’d forget the conversation if Yasha didn’t reply.

“You thought we were messing with you of our own accord?” Molly asked, brow lifting.

“Come on, Beau.” Jester replied, head tilting. “You know my pranks are less destructive than this.”

Beau’s gaze was on Jester when Yasha started to move, a step back, then turning, then rushing towards the door.

Beau’s lips parted in offense. “You… You’ve got to be kidding me.” She muttered, before turning to chase Yasha out.

Beau caught the form of Yasha around the building and sprinted to catch up with the taller woman. At the edge of the parking lot, summer air hot and sticky, the sun starting to slowly set, she managed to get a hand on Yasha’s wrist. “Hold up,” She said, planting herself on the asphalt. “Just, come on Yasha.” she said, head shaking, a pained smile on her lips. “What… the fuck. You dumped me.”

Yasha turned back to her, framed by clouds and orange and pink light, eyes not quite meeting Beau’s. “I… am aware of that.”

“So…” Beau prompted when Yasha didn’t elaborate.

“I was trying to come up with a way to… fix that.” She said, eyes flicking over Beau’s face then steadfastly over Beau’s shoulder. “In my defense I was kidding when I told Jester we should crash your date. And when I told Molly that we should get lunch where you and that horrible redhead were.”

Beau nodded a little. “How about when Nott called me, or when the Ruby suddenly needed a venue? All someone else's idea?”

Yasha’s lips pressed in that way they did when Beau caught her in  a lie. “I can’t… say that exactly.”

Beau shook her head, then reached to pull Yasha down by her collar, kissing her without another moment of hesitation. “This is the dumbest plan to win me back ever.” she muttered against her lips.

Yasha’s hands found Beau’s waist, and Beau could taste her smile. “Maybe.” She admitted.

“Definitely.” Beau replied, pulling back. “Just to clarify, you don’t have to ruin our dates going forward. You should make sure your helpers know that too.”

Yasha laughed, and pulled Beau into another kiss. “I’ll let them know.”

[beatlesun]

feel us

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako

Summary: Bakugou e Uraraka train together; everything is fine until a new boy comes to their class; jealousy and prom au; soft                       

Word count: 1887

Part (2 /?) - part 1 ; read it on [ ao3 ]

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“Young heroes, gather around, come on. Aizawa, tell them what we’re doing.” All Might declared, in his non-muscular form, as excited as always, and Aizawa gave the instructions. “All right. For this training we’ll separate you into four groups. You will train both aggressive and defensive skills.” “And acting!” All Might happily interfered. “Since it’s not a very intense and long training, here’s what’s going to happen: two groups will be the heroes, two will fight the heroes and one will play victim, taking turns. Understood?” Without time for questions, he answered himself and revealed the teams: “Okay. Good.”

“The groups are:

[1] Bakugou, Yayorozu, Mineta and Kaminari;

[2] Midoriya, Uraraka, Kirishima and Ojiro;

[3] Todoroki, Daiki, Jirou and Aoyama;

[4] Mina, Hakagure, Sero and Koda;

[5] Iida, Shoji, Sato, Tokoyami and Asui.

The first round will be groups 3 and 5 as the heroes, 1 and 4 as villains and group 2 will be victims.”

“B-Bakugou as a villain? Good thing I’m on his side.” Mineta said, taking a loud ‘SHUT UP GRAPE-HEAD’ in response.

Aizaiwa continued as if nothing had happened. “Spread around the field. Heroes and villains go to your given points and victims hidden. We will share the evaluation later on. Good luck.”

The teams gathered among themselves and went to their designed locations, as the victims were placed separately and given which injuries to perform.

[GROUP 3 — NORTH]

“Todoroki huh? I’ve heard so much about you.” Daiki quietly said as they approached their location. “Well, about your father, that is. My mother and your old man have some history.”

Todoroki stopped and turned his head so that he would be facing the newbie. “I have nothing to do with him and I couldn’t care less for his previous relationships.” He said firmly, then raised his voice so that the group could hear. “Let’s move faster, everyone. We still have to plan our strategy.”

“Shouldn’t we look for the other heroes as we save any victims in the way?” Jirou asked, their location already sat and the four of them waiting for the signal to start. “Oui, seems logical.” Ayoama complimented.

“It won’t be that easy to find other heroes before the villains get to us. Since we’re north, I assume they’re in east and west. The other heroes are south.” “Obviously we should move together.” Daiki got away from the three we was leaning on and joined his classmates. “Jirou, right?” “Yes.” “I assume you can detect our enemies in long distances.” “That’s right. I can also warn you guys if I hear any crying or injured people.”

“Awesome. Me and Todoroki will go in the front of our formation. Rescuing and fighting at the same time, if needed.” Jirou and Todoroki both nodded their heads. “Excuse-moi! What about me?” “Ayoama shoots a powerful lazer through his belly or something. He should stay behind us, flashing any villain who shows up.” Todoroki stated. “Sounds like a plan.” Daiki smiled and they waited.

“One last thing. Could you guys remind me who the victims are, I’m still struggling with the names and faces, besides Uraraka, of course.” Ayoama was quick to respond. “One thing is certain: if there’s Uraraka, there is Midoriya.” Daiki raised his eyebrows in interest. “They always end up in the same group. Ah, young amour (love).” “Young love?” Todoroki said without any emotion in his tone and Jirou interfered. “You shouldn’t go around assuming things, Ayoama, it might get you in trouble. Anyways. Besides Uraraka and Midoriya there are Kirishima, the dude who hardens his body, and Ojiro, the guy with the tail.”

With cold eyes, but interest, Todoroki asked: “What about you, Hirano? What’s your quirk?” “Plasma.” He responded. “Plasma? What about it?” Ayoama questioned. “I can turn things (permanently) or people (temporarily) in plasma. They come back a little dizzy and some have collateral damage but - he looked to Todoroki - it’s quite useful.” Shouto took a minute to analyze the information. “That means you ionize them?” Daiki giggled. “Yeah, I do.”

[GROUP 1 — EAST]

“Bakugou! Wait for us, we should organize ourselves as we walk.” Yaoyorozu said while trying to catch her breath. “Tch. What’s there to organize?” He yelled. “I’ll just go around exploding their fucking heads and stuff. We’re villains, you do whatever you want.” Mineta quickly entered the topic, drooling. “W-whatever we want? Sounds good to me!” Getting a slap from Yaoyorozu in response. “Don’t be disgusting, Mineta. You and Kaminari better behave yourselves.” “Ouch, Yao-momo! I would never do such a thing.” Kaminari emphasized his drama. “Well, Bakugou, can’t believe I’m glad you are… well, you. We are already the best villains.” Slowly - and creepily - Bakugou turned his head to Kaminari, small explosions on his hands. “Not another word until we get to our point. You hear me, Dunce-face?” “O-okay, okay. Not fair.”

Just like that, all of the groups got to their places and All Might and Aizawa carefully placed the victims, telling them what their acts would be. Soon, a voice echoed through the speakers.

— EVERYONE GET SET. REMEMBER YOUR GOALS. THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!

Just like that, instead of what was expected a big fuss, silence reigned and careful steps were taken. All four groups followed their individual strategies, until…

BOOM

“BAKUGOU! THAT’S NOT WHAT WE PLANNED.” Yaoyorozu yelled as they all ran behind the explosions. “I NEVER SAID I WOULD FOLLOW THAT STUPID PLAN. LET’S GO.” He declared as he flew through the forest. “Come on, we can still make some use of his loudness.” The girl said as the three of them now changed their plan.

“Bakugou is definitely the closest to us. Let’s keep moving discreetly, we might have to fight sooner that we thought.

[VICTIMS]

"Psst. Uraraka? Is that you?” Deku said while carefully moving around the battle field. Recognizing her teammate’s voice, Uraraka quietly put her out off the tree she was hiding behind. “Deku! I’m here.” She waved at him. “What are your injuries? How did you find me so fast?” “Oh, I only got a broken arm and my location wasn’t the most favorable. You?” He asked while sitting next to her. “My ankle is sprained and I’ve got a couple head injuries, can’t really go anywhere. "Hmm.” Deku made his thinking face. “We should hide behind that rock -he pointed the one-, it seems safer, we all heard Bakugou’s explosions, we have to hope the heroes are coming.” “Okay. Help me get up.”

(…)

“I can hear two people together at 7 o'clock. They seem injured.” Jirou stated. “Oh! Oui! Uraraka and Midoriya.” Ayoama completed. Todoroki took the lead. “Good, the villains still seem far, let’s take care of them. Daiki y-” “Uraraka! I got her.” “Okay. Jirou, Ayoama, keep an eye on the perimeter.”

They moved faster to get to their victims and Daiki started using his quirk to get the bigger threes out of their way. Todoroki observed with attention as the boy’s eyes gained a bright, almost electric purple, while he concentrated his energy on his targets.

“I heard something.” Deku put Uraraka down and tried to look for someone around them, that’s when he saw Daiki. “Oi! -he waved- Todoroki, Daiki we’re here.” “What’s her problem?” Daiki asked still a couple meters away. “Ugh well s-”

It all happened way too fast for them to correctly process, but the firm hands on Uraraka’s waist told her all she needed to know: Bakugou had gotten her. “NOT SO GOOD OF A HERO, ARE YOU?” “Kacchan? Wait, URARAKA!” Deku desperately said.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Daiki yelled in anger as he started going after the intruder. “No! You stay, your quirk is useless in long distance. Focus on your victim. Jirou, let’s go!” Then, ice filled the forest.

Bakugou flew with Uraraka using his quirk to get away as quickly as possible. ‘B-Bakugou? He was so quick’ she thought. He did not let go of his tight grip at any times. “Hi handsome.” She managed to say in between the booms. “Shut up, Round-face I’m kidnapping you!” Hiding a smile, she got back into her act. “Right, sorry. SOMEBODY HELP ME! MY HEAD HURTS. WHERE ARE THE HEROES? HE IS GOING TO KILL ME.” In no time, they got to where Yaoyorozu had built a cell for their victims. Kaminari was hidden and in position to electrocute anyone crossing a certain perimeter with Momo’s wire. Mineta was hidden as well.

“LET GO OF ME!” Uraraka cried in agony, her ankle supposedly pounding. “Shut up already. Lock her in. Now, we wait.”

“Todoroki! It’s definitely a trap. All four of them are considerably close, as far as I can tell. But there is a fifth person coming in high speed right before them.” “Hmm, probably Iida. Let’s wait.”

Since everything sounded quiet, Uraraka was still trying to talk to Bakugou in lower tone. “Hey, Bakugou, about our training I-”

“NOW!” Iida screamed and fight was seen all over the arena.

(…)

“ALRIGHT EVERYONE! THE FIRST TRAINING IS FINISHED. DROP YOUR ACTS AND COME.” All Might’s voice was heard and they all started moving.

(…)

By the end of the evaluation, the training seemed highly successful for the teachers, who shared the highest placement. Aizawa was talking. “Alright, with the right mix of attack and defense, group number three - Todoroki, Daiki, Jirou and Ayoama - got the best scores.

“HUH?! Tch. This whole thing was bullshit.” A very irritated Bakugou complained from the corner. “Congratulations. As for the lowest grade, group number 4, you guys will face one hour of extra class tomorrow. Look for Recovery Girl if you need any treatment, you’re all dismissed.”

“Hey, Uraraka. Do you want to go out with Iida and I tonight? We’ll find a nice place to eat.” Side to side, they walked out of the field. “Thanks, Deku, but I think I’ll still be with Daiki. I have loads of things to explain to him.” “Oh, sure - he rubbed the back of his head - he seems interesting, I wish I could’ve seen more of his quirk.” “I know, he looked powerful. Anyway, see you tomorrow.” “Until tomorrow morning, then.” And they both parted their ways towards the locker rooms.

(…)

“Bye girls. See you guys tomorrow.” Uraraka said goodbye to her friends expecting to study a bit in her dorm before meeting Daiki, until she saw Bakugou leaving as well, a couple meters ahead of her.

“Oi, Bakugou. Wait up.” She hurried her steps to catch his rhythm. “What the fuck do you want?” “Uhm, I just want to talk. “Freaking hell, spit it out.” “O-okay.” She looked him as they walked and could see that the training got him enraged, so she chose her words carefully. “I’m sorry, but I can’t train with you today.” He stoped and looked at her - even pinker, due to the exercise - cheeks. “Fucking tired after one simple-ass training.” He let out a despised sound and kept walking. “Wait, that’s not it.” The girl recovered her step and kept taking. “I have to show Daiki some stuff, you know.” This time, Bakugou didn’t stop, he walked faster. “Do whatever you want to.” He said lastly, leaving a bewildered girl behind. Already far from her, he mumbled - actually wanting to explode something:

“That fucking priss.”

[bulmavegotaku]

Interdimensional Summer- FYDL Cool for the Summer Day 2

Bucky wasn’t sure who was supposed to be rescuing who, but the light of this place was messing with his head. Something in the not-quite-white, not-quite-blue, not-quite-right quality of the duel suns was making the inside of his skull feel like it was jell-o in a blender and the pressure behind his eyes was making it incredibly hard to see, let alone navigate the alien landscape.

“Hey, dude!” came a relieved shout from his right and he turned his body, raising his arm and trying to shade his eyes so that he could catch a glimpse of the girl, nay woman, he was supposed to be saving from the erroneous portal experiment. “You don’t look so hot…” she muttered, stepping close enough to his side to raise the lab coat she was using to cover her own head and share the blessed relief of blocking out the weird rays beating down on them.

“Some cavalry I make,” He winced, the twist of his grin sardonic times ten. He gratefully accepted the edge of white canvas fabric and felt the pain in his orbital sockets ease slightly.

“Don’t sweat it, man,” the woman, Lewis, said, patting his vibranium shoulder sympathetically. “This isn’t my first rodeo,” she said proudly as she peeked through the slit in the coat and then took his hand to pull him forward. “Jane said she’d open the portal home soon, right?”

Bucky nodded and held up the written instructions as to when and where he was to rendezvous once he’d located and retrieved the errant lab assistant. Lewis grabbed them, read them quickly, and then turned his wrist to check out the strange compass-like object Doc Foster had strapped to his right wrist to help him locate the alien coordinates.

“I think we’re close,” she said with another glance back and forth along with another peek out of the coat. “Just down this… hill thing? Watch your step,” she cautioned as she took his hand and led him down the jagged incline that looked half crystal, half mossy overgrowth.  When she was satisfied that they’d arrived, she gave a triumphant whoop and set about finding a place to settle in and get comfortable.

“Jane said every fifteen minutes, right?” she asked, brushing a heavy layer of lavender dust off a low outcropping of… it probably wasn’t a fungus of some kind, but it sure looked like it. “This shit better not be toxic,” she muttered as she plopped her ass down and patted the place next to her. She had somehow managed to settle in without disturbing the coat over their heads, he figured he owed her a smidgen of cooperation, though the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was touch that strangely spongy-looking vermilion and beige block.

Parking himself uneasily next to her, he helped her situate the coat around them comfortably. After a few moments of silent squirming, (the stuff wasn’t nearly as comfy as it looked), he realized the pain behind his eyes was flaring again. Closing them for a second, Bucky felt momentary relief overshadowed by a quickly rising panic that they would miss the portal opening and be stuck there another 15 minutes.

“Here,” he said, shifting the coat back to her and sliding out from under it. He could stand the pain a few more minutes. It wasn’t that bad. He’d suffered much worse things, for sure. He needed to keep watch. He needed to get them both home safe.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Lewis asked, poking her face out from between the buttons on the coat front. Her eyes were squeezed down to slits.

“I’m fine,” he grunted and raised his left arm to shield his face with his hand.

He was not, however, fine.

Something about the light reflecting off the vibranium must have amplified whatever it was about the light that was making his head feel like an overripe vodka watermelon and less than a minute later he found himself crouched and clutching at his skull. It was like the chair, that damned chair, only it was happening in slow motion.

Bucky’s heart rate skyrocketed and he felt the panic clamp a vice down around his ribs.

One second he was on his knees, moments away from clawing his own eyes out, the next he was lying on his back, looking up at the concerned face of Darcy Lewis through films of red and blue.

“The hell…?” he asked, noting the pain was almost completely gone. Raising his right hand he groped at his face, feeling the flimsy cardboard outline of glasses give, he pulled his hand back before he ripped or dislodged the fragile saviors.

“Did that work?” Lewis asked, looking down at him, her surprise evident.

“Yeah…. How did you…?” he began, sitting up slowly and turning to eye her up and down for the first time without wincing from the pain. She was helpful and gorgeous. Damn. “What is this?”

“3D glasses,” she preened, holding up a large purse he’d not noticed her carrying before. “The theater back home makes you pay extra for glasses, so I always keep a pair or two on me,” she said, as if that explained everything.

Maybe it did. He didn’t know.

She continued to huddle under the coat as she sat next to him on the ground and rifled deep into her bag. “Jackpot,” she said placing a second pair on her own nose. The glasses were making everything shades of red and blue, but the smile she shot him was still dazzling. “It’s a good thing I was jonesing for chapstick right before that power surge, huh?”

She summoned said chapstick from a smaller front pocket and applied it to her full, ripe lips. Bucky could only watch, hypnotized by the sight.

“You silly menfolk may hate on a big bag, but there’s something about being prepared for any situation, my man.” She then produced a couple of square foil packets and a bottle of water. “Lunch?”

“Marry me?” he blurted, unthinking and reached for the water.

Lewis snorted and tossed one of the crinkly packets into his lap. “You know… Thor said the same thing the first time I offered him pop tarts, too.” She continued snickering as she peeled open her own “pop tart” and took a bit into the thin pastry-looking thing. He could see a deep purple filling inside, though the color was bound to be skewed by the glasses he wore.

He chugged down half the bottle and handed her the rest before turning to his own food. Lewis was chewing happily next to him, using the newly found freedom of the glasses to examine the surroundings.

“You’re Sergeant Barnes, right?” she asked finally, nudging him with her elbow.

He nodded, sure his momma was rolling over in her grave back in their home dimension at his lack of manners. “Bucky,” he amended. “And you’re Lewis, Doc Foster’s girl Friday.”

“Darcy,” she corrected, but nodded and grinned at his words, nonetheless. “Well, I don’t know about you, Bucky, but this place is only getting one star from me.”

He glanced at her askew as he took his first bite of the pop tart. The flavor was both familiar and totally alien, much like the rocky ground they were sitting on. Was that strawberry? He wasn’t sure. “Star?” he asked, when she failed to elaborate her meaning.

“You know, like Yelp?”

“What’s a yelp?” The word tickled the back of his brain as it left his mouth.

“Yelp is a website where people can leave reviews and comments on businesses and products,” Darcy explained without a hitch, or without a break in her chewing.

“I see…” he said after swallowing another mouthful of sugary-sweet, but dry pastry thing. “And one star is bad, I take it?”

“Can you doubt it?” Lewis looked aghast as his question, but there was a twinkle in her eye, (the blue one), and a twitch in the corner of one lip. “This place has horrible customer service. The views are spectacular, but the lighting design is brain-splitting, the food is non-existent, and the entertainment package is abysmal!” She reached down and flicked a small oblong clump of fuzzy tendrils between the peaks of two jagged rocks/crystals. After a second to celebrate her makeshift goal making, with large fist pump she moved to open the water bottle and take a swig. “The only thing this place has going for it as an interdimensional vacation location… is the company,” she finished as she nudged him again and grinned shyly at him sideways. “And I’m sure you would have picked somewhere much nicer for our first date, had you been given a choice.”

He choked a little on the words first date, and then laughed when she reached over to pound him unceremoniously on the back.

“How’d you get wrangled into this rescue mission anyway?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“I was the closest. And Foster was in a panic. She didn’t want to wait,” he confessed, knowing any resentment he felt about being wrangled into this situation was long gone. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way, Lewis, but I’m not sorry I got to meet you. I hope all my “interdimensional vacations” are with someone as resourceful and charming as you.”

“Aw shucks,” she said, bowing her head in a bashful feint he couldn’t tell was genuine or not through the colored film on his face. “Likewise, Sarge.”

He finished his meager meal, and she took the crumpled foil from him and tucked it into the open maw of her purse.

“I think our real first date should be somewhere with more stars, though,” he said and watched as she turned to gape at him, mouth full of half chewed purple mush as she failed to formulate a response.

They were both saved by the hum and shimmer of an expanding portal only a few feet to their right.

“Darcy!?” Jane’s voice called, a wavering quality to it that made him question the stability of the link between here and there.

“Time to move.” Bucky hopped to his feet and scooped the poor stunned girl into his arms, bag, lab coat, poptart, water, and all.

Then he stepped through the hole in space, mentally clicking his heels three times and wishing for home.

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Cocofire

One space babe meets another while on an interplanetary mission and settles for some R&R.

Johnaya 02/11/2018 Ah space travel. It was always so relaxing for Starfire. Just getting to fly straight on for hours and hours with nothing but herself for company. Sure it could be lonely too but she had a goal. Robin had asked her to head off into space to see if she could find any new people interested in joining the Titans. After all if she did there had to be others right? And so she gave each of her friends a goodbye hug, and a squeeze to Raven's rump, and promised she would return soon with new friends.

Smiling softly she concentrates harder and flies to a nearby star, hopeful about finding someone. It was a basic binary star system with a few planet floating along. The one that caught her eye had two moons and a lush looking atmosphere. There had to be life there! Her question was answered a moment later when a massive explosion went off on the surface of the planet. "Oh dear..."

No way that could be good. Kay 02/11/2018 Another day another blue drill brutally smashed. Life as a mercenary was always fun, or at least Coco Nebulon thought so. Watching the blue forces slink away in defeat, and then seeing their ship blink away from in orbit, she lags behind the rest of her team on the way back to base. They've been winning so many battles that their employers have spent more on the planetside facilities, even letting them 'respawn' on planet to save on drop pods.

When she finally gets to the locker room she only just catches the sight of Raellyn's butt as she heads out the other side, sad she didn't get to give it the customary grope. Ah well. As usual, she didn't realize just how sweaty she'd gotten until now, and the adrenaline of battle had... well, made her suit more than a little tight. Time to get disrobed so she can shower. Johnaya 02/11/2018 Not wanting to waste any time Starfire gives a quick wave to the ship before zooming her way to the planet, quickly breaking the atmosphere. It was hot and humid, making her breathe heavy. It didn't take very long before she found what had to have been the remains of whatever exploded, some sort of advanced machinery for digging into the planet. Next to it was a massive blue fortress and, across the way, an intact red one. Figuring that was the best place to start asking questions about what happened here she gives a quick look around the battle grounds for any survivors before flying off.

Starfire groans as she hooks her fingers under a large metal door, careful not to damage it too much as she lifts it then drops it behind her. Sure she'd already had to blast through through some energy doors but figured they could just be turned back on. Not wanting to alarm whoever might be inside she lands on the ground and walks along which makes her acutely obvious at just how much she'd grown, feeling her chest and skirt bounce with each step. Hiding her blush she steps into a room and smiles as she sees someone.

"Hello! I do hope I am not intruding too much but I was curious what that explosion was about... and to see if anyone needed any assistance." Kay 02/11/2018 "WAH!" Coco jumps back, tripping on her board at suddenly being addressed by a stranger she didn't see or hear coming while she was spaced out. Having had her suit peeled halfway off already, she does her best to cover her tits as she stands, which also obscures the tip of her dick which is nestled between them. She can only hope that the rest of it blends in with her skin and her suit enough to be inconspicuous.

"Jeez, warn a babe before you surprise her like that! Not cool, not c... Wait, like.... Who in the heck are you anyways???" She puts on her best distrustful look and scans the intruder. Hot, humanoid, orange, green eyes... "Can't be a native, they're like, gnarly animals or whatever. Wait! You a Tamaranean?" Coco's managed to distract herself from the probably infinitely more question of WHY she's in here. Johnaya 02/12/2018 Thinking about it maybe barging in on someone when it looked like they were stripping wasn't the best idea. But, well, they didn't seem to be reacting to it too poorly. At being called a Tamaranean Starfire immediately perked up, a broad grin covering her face as she nodded. "Oh yes! I am Koriand'r though most of my friends call me Starfire. And since you seem quite curious..." With a smile Starfire reaches for her waist, taking off one of the Titans Communicators on her belt and flipping through it for a moment before showing it to the alien before her. "I am here to show you this!"

Unluckily for Starfire in her haste she'd selected the wrong picture. Instead of a group shot of the Titans and a welcome message Coco would instead be greeted with a picture of a pair of massive, grey butt cheeks. The woman's hands were tugging on her black leotard, stretching it in between her ass crack to show off more skin. On her right cheek it read "<3 Starfire." in purple marker. Oblivious to the mishap Starfire was still smiling broadly at Coco. Kay 02/12/2018 Coco, still bewildered, just stares for a bit before looking up and matching Starfire's gaze. "I mean... It's a really choice badonk, but are you really surfin' the stars just to show people your partner's booty?" Carefully while she's speaking she works up one strap of her suit back over her shoulder so she's partially covered again,  followed by finagling the other one up as well even if it is a bit of a struggle. There, now even though her boner is still massive (although slowly dying down a little) at least neither it nor her nips are actually exposed to the air right now. Johnaya 02/12/2018 "What do you mean?" Starfire looks equally confused for a moment before turning the communicator around, letting out a startled eek. "Th-that is not at all what I intended to show you!" Frantically she flips through her pictures until she finds the right one and hands it back to Coco. This time it was the team shot she was hoping for... although Raven's massive ass is still pretty visible, especially since Coco now knows it's there. The blush on Starfire's face was intense but she manages to do her speech. "I am seeking out new members for the Teen Titans! Oh excuse me. We are just the Titans now. I have spent the last week searching and have a bit of the rust so please forgive me. Robin told me to find heroes from all across space so I have been searching for any planet with life." Down below though the bulge in her dress was throbbing gently. Raven's ass had that sort of power over Starfire. Kay 02/12/2018 It's pretty hard not to laugh out loud, but she keeps it down to a little bit of snickering while Starfire fiddles with the pictures. Her arms crossed, Coco just lets one eyebrow slide upwards while this strange girl speaks at her. "Well, I dunno about being no hero, I just fight because like, that's just sort of how it is and junk, you know? But do heroes usually barge their fine asses into private property and talk to strangers, like, without even asking their name? When there's no crime or anything to stop? Because like, hello, this is our locker room if you haven't noticed." She puts her hands on her hips and cocks them to one side. Johnaya 02/12/2018 Starfire can't help but blush a bit more when she's complimented but feels embarrassed with how she's going about this. Maybe she should've done a bit more rehearsing? "Well I witnessed the explosion from orbit and came down to make sure if anyone needed assistance. I had not intended to find a suitable candidate but you looked adequate!" She stops for a moment before smiling weakly. "I mean that in the most sincere of ways." Not seeing much point to hold out the communicator anymore she places it back on her hip for the moment before finally registering what Coco had said. "Oh no! I did not mean to interrupt you. Do not let me stop you from getting cleaned up!" She quickly covers her eyes with both hands. After standing still for a few moments she speaks up again. "What is your name?" Kay 02/12/2018 "Pfft. Well for the boom, my bosses have a drill and those other dudes had a drill, but they were drilling for the same stuff so they both paid some dudes and chicks like me to break the other one. Our team's way better at breaking stuff though." She almost considers disrobing again, Star seems silly enough to be sincere about just keeping her eyes covered. "And cuties like you can call me Coco. Especially since I think you're actually just trying to recruit me into your league of hotties if your standards for 'adequate' are walking in on me topless and knowing nothing else about me." Might as well get her replacement clothes out of her locker for now still, for when she does shower. Johnaya 02/12/2018 Starfire nods intently as she listens to Coco's explanation, still keeping her eyes covered. But when she doesn't actually hear any more shuffling of clothes she slowly pulls them away from her eyes, blinking and unintentionally staring at Coco's chest. It was hard not to with how busty she was! And the fact she'd almost seen them earlier. "Well it is a pleasure to know your name, Coco. I am sorry that we had to meet in this way." She lets out a small chuckle and, feeling more comfortable, floats a bit above the floor now. "But once you are done with the cleaning we can get to talking about ourselves!" Clasping her hands together she floats a bit higher and smiles. But she pauses. "Actually if I may ask. Could I perhaps use your facilities as well? I have not had a good cleansing in some time and going by your complexion you seem to be well taken care of here." Kay 02/14/2018 Coco catches the stare and says nothing of it, because she really doesn't mind. If anything, she very briefly returns the gesture, not that Starfire is likely to notice back with how animated she is. "You're lucky you caught somebody as chill as me, my buddy Rae probably would have kicked you out by now. But sure, you can shower with me. I'd have to be way out of my gourd to turn down a hot babe offering to be wet and naked in the same room as me!" She holds onto the straps so they don't fall just in case, but she does slip her arms back through. "I take that to mean you're chill with me stripping back down? I was more worried about like, flashing a stranger who wasn't down with it than I was about my own privacy." Johnaya 02/14/2018 Nude? With her? Starfire blushes deeply and looks away for a moment, fiddling with her hands. "I had not intended to mean it in that manner." Her eyes catch Coco pull against her straps and, in a mix of emotions, she decides. "But I am perfectly fine with it! This will be a good way for us to bond. Though on my home planet it is customary for the stranger to disrobe, even partially, first." She smiles and doesn't wait any longer. Her hands hook on the hem of her shirt and casually lift it off, tossing it onto a seat and exposing her sweaty bosom. With the shirt off it's plainly obvious something was up. Her orange breasts bounce free of their confines and are quite clearly bigger. A lot bigger. Before they were a handful or two. Now they hang nearly to her belly button, capped with two dark orange nipples that are already peaking from her areola. "Ah! It is so refreshing to be out of that constricting clothing. Now it is your turn my new friend!" Kay 02/18/2018 "W-whoa! Gnarly!" Well, there goes any chance of losing that erection. Looking both amused and incredulous, she points accusatorily at Starfire. "I think you made that custom up so you could show off your magical size-changing honkers! I need some pants that can do that!" Using her hands lets her suit drop partially of course and now her own tits, which are still big by a normal person's standards, hanging freely with a thick cock nestled between them. Not wasting any time, and giggling a little, she gets her belt off so she can shimmy the rest of it the tight spandex down past her wide hips. As it goes down her cock wiggles slightly more free until it swings forward and rests in the air in front of Coco, no longer confined. Once her feet shake free she's completely nude, not having bothered with underwear for obvious reasons. "Whew!" Johnaya 02/18/2018 Starfire can't help but giggle a bit at the usage of gnarly reminding her of Beast Boy, wondering how the two of them might get along. "I assure you I didn't entirely make it up! Usually one is wearing something underneath their shirt but I have abandoned the bras." As she speaks she can't help but cup her hands underneath her bosom, massaging her teats gently. It was so refreshing to have them out in the open again. Much better a bathroom than the cool vacuum of space. Starfire almost doesn't notice Coco's cockhead for a moment due to her chest but when her suit slides down it is unmistakable. Her eyes go wide and she stares as the purple shaft bobs in the air and twitches, casually floating just a bit closer. "Most glorious!" She's drawn to the curious nubs on the crown of Coco's cock as well as ridge of similar looking objects partway down her cock, bringing a hand up and poking one. Immediately she notices her problem though and flies back to where she was, blushing deeply. "I am sorry, friend. I became too curious." Kay 02/18/2018 Coco doesn't actually say anything when Starfire begins investigating. Her eyebrows raise slightly, but otherwise she's silent. "Nah, it's chill, girl!" With a cocky grin she pushes down on the top of her shaft and then releases so it wobbles up and down rapidly like a door stopper. "I mean how could I blame you? It's a pretty rockin' shlong." With another giggle she swipes her towel from the locker and tosses her dirty suit in instead. "Like, there should be plenty of free lockers if you want one, and you can borrow my towel." With that, she leaves her towel and change of clothes on the bench and strides towards the showers, heavy nuts slapping against her thighs as she goes. Johnaya 02/18/2018 "I must agree with you. It is quite nice looking." Starfire bites her lip as she stares at Coco's bobbing cock and has to resist the urge to poke it again. Those nubs were definitely making her curious... and horny. But maybe that was from having a super sexy alien babe standing in front of her with her cock bouncing in the air. She watches as Coco leaves the room, staring right at her ass as she does so, and bites into her bottom lip. Quickly she picks out a locker, tosses her top in, and yanks off her skirt. Not wasting anymore time she almost flies into the shower room but pauses to land on the floor, walking in as well. It was good to get to use her feet again. Plus it lets her own prodigious endowment swing to and fro, slapping against her legs. "Ah! How relaxing." She walks in and stands next to Coco, eyes closed and a smile on her face. Her thick orange shaft is now nearly horizontal, the head poking halfway out of her foreskin. "Thank you again, friend Coco." Kay 02/18/2018 The water isn't running yet, since Coco is making sure to do her post-combat stretches, but when Starfire walks up she pauses to glance over just by reflex. What she sees makes her snap her head over in surprise and delight. "Oh daaaamn girl, you too? Our species have more in common that I knew!' She doesn't hesitate to reach over and cup the bottom of Star's shaft in her palm, weighing it and giving a whistle. "Heavy.~ I think you might almost be as big as me when you go full boner. In fact now I'm mega curious, mind if I- ?" Not waiting for Star to respond, she wraps her one hand around as much of the base as she can and starts stroking  a few inches slowly and steadily. Johnaya 02/18/2018 As if she would have protested. She did touch Coco's cock earlier. Fair is fair after all. Plus, again, total babe. "It would, mmm, appear so! Though I had not heard about our relation before. Most curious." She tries to look like she's thinking but having Coco's hands fondling her shaft breaks the illusion immediately, Starfire squirming a bit in her grasp. Coco can no doubt feel just how much Starfire is throbbing. It doesn't take much for Starfire to go from a semi to fully hard, her shaft throbbing into the air and smacking against her chest. Quite naturally it nearly wedges itself in between her tits but she stops it, letting it level back out. A few veins are bulging out on the side which shows just how aroused she is. Starfire moves her hips some and angles her shaft right next to Coco's, the purple tip nudging her crotch while Starfire is a few inches short of Coco's. "We do appear to be remarkably well matched!" Kay 02/18/2018 "Been a long time since I met dick that could come close to mine! Especially on a hot chick." Coco steps back and nudges the tips of their dicks together just for her own amusement, but then, adjusting them a little with her hands, she closes the distance again in such a way that the undersides of her cock and Starfire's are rubbing against each other as they stand up mostly straight between them. "Hey Kori, you said you're like, on a recruitment mission right?" Squishing their cocks together with her hands, she thrusts forward. "How'd you like it if I showed ya how we do diplomacy in this part of space?" Johnaya 02/18/2018 Starfire bites her lip when their tips touch, moving her hands down to her base to steady her shaft. Rather than just hold it though she strokes it gently, bumping against Coco's shaft occasionally. It helps the two of them slide along each other as Coco gets closer, a blush forming on Starfire's face as she's only a few inches away. Those purple lips purse into a smile as she asks her question and Starfire just nods, returning the smile and the thrust. "Oh yes! That would be most pleasing." Having a good feel for what that might mean her hands leave her shaft and place themselves on Coco's behind, just holding gently onto her butt. "What will we begin with, friend Coco?" Kay 02/18/2018 "Well I'm kinda digging where we are now, aren't you?" With Star's heaving breasts and Coco's more modest bust, combined with their proximity, over half of both of their shafts are buried in their combined cleavage. Their deep purple and dark orange tips are both peeking just slightly out from between Coco's purple mounds. Pressing herself even more snugly against Star, she resumes frotting with her, rubbing their dicks together slowly and casually. Her arms squish together both of their busts, but not too firmly. "Gotta start with a more straightforward diplomatic gesture so we know where we both stand, right, mf, cutie? Johnaya 02/18/2018 "I am definitely doing the digging with this!" Unable to help herself Starfire pulls herself just a bit closer to Coco, properly covering part of her shaft with bosom. She lets out a low groan as tits wrap around cocks, thankfully still kept in between their arms. When Coco starts to move Starfire finds it fitting to do so as well. Each little motion the two of them do causes both pairs of tits to rock along their cocks while down below their pendulous nuts rub against each other. "Mmm. I may need to perform this type of diplomacy with others at some point. After you teach me properly of course, friend Coco." She smiles and gnaws her bottom lip as she starts to pick up the pace a bit, digging her fingers into Coco's plush rump. Kay 02/18/2018 With her arms pointed straight down she can still reach for and gently rest a hand on either side of Starfire's nutsack, rubbing it in little circles and feeling how plump they are. Hers are still bigger, but they're not as full or strained. "You've been travelling a while, huh? You really needed to stop and take a load off!" With their sweaty bodies rubbing against each other it's no surprise that Coco's tip is slick and shining with precum, although she's keeping her hip movements steady and relaxed so there's no way to tell how far along she is towards orgasm. However, occasionally when one of her nubs gets flicked by some left and right motion between their cocks she inhales sharply, betraying the fact that they're clearly sensitive. "I'd say it's like, super lucky you accidentally found somewhere with a shower!" Johnaya 02/19/2018 Starfire blushes and nods, cooing briefly at the hands fondling her balls. "Yes. I am afraid I have not gotten to orgasm for quite some time." It's not too surprising then that, compared to Coco, her tip is absolutely soaked. Pre-cum was drooling out of her tip at a constant pace, slicking up the undersides of their shafts. She even shoots a rope or two of it, splattering the translucent fluid onto Coco's purple tits, giggling airily. She pulls Coco's cheeks apart and toys with the idea of slipping between them but decides not to. For the moment. Instead she pulls her hands back up to grab onto the sides of their chests and squeeze them together, making her gasp and another rope spurt out of her. Rhythmically she pulls them up and down, matching both of their thrusts, careful not to go too hard or fast yet. "Especially a shower with someone as gorgeous as you, friend Coco!" Kay 02/25/2018 Coco just winks at the compliment before grabbing a handful of orange sack, even pulling it to one side so that it swings laboriously back and forth when she lets go. After that she just rests her hands on Koriand'r's hips and worries about thrusting. "Well then if you gotta bust soon just go right ahead and DO IT, 'kay? No better way to make friends than to drench 'em with your nut butter, amiright? Don't try to hold out just for me.~" She grinds their cocks forcefully together with a smile, eventually finagling them so they slip to be side by side of each other. Nudging her own cock out of the way with her chin, she cups her mouth around as much of Star's tip as she can without straining her jaw much and starts suckling on it, still grinding her own dick against Star's cleavage as well as now the side of her own head. Johnaya 02/26/2018 She can't help but groan when Coco grabs onto her sack, eyes briefly rolling into the back of her head and teeth sinking into her lip, a salvo of pre-cum squirting onto Coco's chest. Breathing deeply she smiles at Coco and grinds against her just a bit harder. "Mmm. I shall! You will be coated as soon as I am able." With Coco having fondled her balls Starfire feels it's only right to return the favor, delving her fingers between those purple cheeks. She teases at Coco's butthole before gasping, having been interrupted by her cock falling to the side and having hot tentacle babe mouth engulf it. That does finally set her off, Starfire letting out a cry of bliss as she bucks upwards as a thick rope of spunk hits the roof of Coco's mouth. With her own mouth open and Coco's cock right nearby she does the obvious thing and starts to lick at the underside of her purple shaft, moaning into it. Kay 03/02/2018 "Mmph!" Coco takes the mouthful of spooge like a champ, letting none escape as she pulls off, taking another blast in the face in the process. She swallows what she has and laughs, squishing Star's cock and rubbing against it to help her along. Another blast of cum flies over and lands on top of Coco. "Damn, Kori! Impressive! Like, keep it comin'!" Even as she leans forward to get another eager mouthful of cum before allowing the rest to fountain up, she has a friendly grin on her face and manages a single wink at her new friend. Johnaya 03/04/2018 Starfire almost feels bad for having immediately covered Coco's face entirely in her spunk but, given how happy she sounded, didn't mind too much. Not that she can even concentrate on that really right now. Her hips were pounding away at the two of their chests as rope after rope of her thick jizz splattered onto Coco and beyond, quickly forming a puddle behind her. "I, nnn, shall!" Starfire pulls Coco in closer to get herself even more skin contact with her bucking, sliding her mouth up and down Coco's shaft sloppily, even catching her mouth on one of the nubs on her more wild motions. After over a minute of cumming Starfire's orgasm finally starts to die down, the ropes spewing out slower and with less force, drooling out onto Coco's back and shoulder. She lets out a small but pleased sigh and looks at Coco, breathing heavily as a few strands of orange hair fall over her face. Kay 03/04/2018 Maybe more than she should, Coco revels in Starfire's orgasm. Very dutifully she milks out as much Tameranean cum as she can, eventually closing her eyes and throwing her head back so it can wash over her freely. Of course her mouth opens so she can get a few more gulps of it as well. When it's finally over her whole bust region is coated with goo, only some parts of her 'hair' sticking out just a little. "Mm-mm-mm, nothing like trying out a new alien friend's cum for the first time!~" Disengaging slightly from Star, she stretches before hitting the button to get the shower nozzle started. No need for knobs with high tech, it goes right to Coco's preferred temperature and water pressure, immediately blasting off some of the spooge. "Like, feeling better now, babe?" Johnaya 03/05/2018 When the water hits her Starfire lets out a pleased sigh and rolls her head on her shoulders, letting her sweaty hair be soaked. It even cleans up the few globs of cum that had landed on her from her orgasm. Her fingers press just a bit harder at Coco's pucker as the water reaches her rump and push inside, Starfire slowly working it into the knuckle. "Mmm most definitely! The soothing water is making this even better." She lets out another sigh and pulls the hand not fingering Coco back, swiping the wet hair out of her face. "However there is a problem." It moves upwards and Starfire squeezes her own breast, biting her lip. "I am still very much aroused." Practically on cue her cock gives another throb, just as hard as she was before she orgasmed. "And you are the same." Her hand moves again and thumbs at the underside of Coco's shaft. Kay 03/17/2018 Coco obviously tenses up when she's suddenly fingered, but only a little. A finger's not a big deal for somebody like her. "Yeah, we sure are. Takes a lot to finish off a Coco Nebu-hard-on! But uh... Are you like, gonna do more with that hand, sistah?" The water is doing a commendable job clearing her off despite the ridiculous coat of white she had had, already mostly visible again. "Because I can take a lot more than just a finger." Coco grins and smack Kori's ass before getting a little closer to make it easier for her to mess with her butt, as well as getting a nice solid grab of her massive, /massive/ tits. Her hands sink in so much they almost disappear. Johnaya 03/18/2018 "Oh." Starfire looks at her blankly for a moment before giggling and smiling. "I did not want to become too enthusiastic too quick!" Right after she finishes saying that another finger begins to probe at Coco's pucker, followed by another. In just a moment Starfire pushes all three of her fingers in to her knuckle, thrusting them in and out. "I would not want to wreck your behind. Too soon at least." Licking her lips she looks down as the hands are practically stuffed into her tits, gnawing on her bottom lip and moaning. She shakes her shoulders and makes her massive tits swing to and fro or at least as well as they can wrapped around two stupendously massive dicks. "I hope you are enjoying them! I have had to make many size increases to my clothing." Kay 03/19/2018 "Are these bodacious gazongas like, completely natural???" Coco is a mixture of impressed and shocked, moving her hands closer to the nipples so she can get two tightly squeezed fists full of areola. "I've already got one massive package to lug around, I don't think I could handle two more! Respect, girl." While she's furiously groping and squeezing, she pops her back into an arch shape and thrusts her pelvis backward, grinding the rim of her anus against Star's hand. This has the side effect of bopping her tip against Star's chin and vice versa, but that just makes Coco giggle and smooch it teasingly. Johnaya 03/23/2018 Starfire can't help but giggle at Coco's reaction, moaning even deeper as Coco starts playing with her nipples. The dark orange nubs poke out of her tits like a pair of mini coke cans, pulsing gently in arousal. "Why yes! I was just as surprised as you are when I became this large. I should have known from Blackfire however. She has become even larger than me." Her hand pulls from Coco's shaft and squeezes the side of one of her tits, making her groan again. The excited nipples throb once more, nudging against Coco's chest. When the tip of her purple cock knocks against Starfire's chin she gasps and giggles, leaning down to kiss at it. The backwards push causes her fingers to go in deeper and, rather than take it slow, Starfire presses her other two against Coco's pucker before pushing forward, fitting her whole fist into her new friend's ass. The best way to bond. Kay 03/27/2018 "Ooh, that your sister?... She single?" Coco jokes while winking. When Starfire's hand slips in entirely she gasps, but only quietly, and clenches around Star's wrist. Swiftly she turns so her butt is facing Star, making it a little easier on her arm. "Now you can feel free to fist me down to the shoulder if you want, with both arms, but like, also consider yourself freely invited to totally jam your cock in me instead." She smiles over her shoulder and very loudly smacks her butt before gently sliding her hips back and forth to slip in a little bit more than Starfire's wrist. Johnaya 03/27/2018 The sudden spin Coco does nearly knocks Starfire off balance as both of their monstrous cocks are freed from each other's bosoms. Luckily she catches herself but did pull her hand from her new friend so she could steady herself. As her thick shaft bobs downwards Starfire stares at Coco's rump with glee, falling to her knees. She does jump a little as her balls touch the cool, wet tile but she quickly recovers, reaching forward and grabbing both of Coco's ass cheeks and spreading them. "Perhaps I shall in a moment. But for now..." Leaning forward she buries her face in those purple cheeks and swirls her tongue around Coco's pucker before delving inside, no doubt quite surprising considering Starfire's ludicrous tongue. What had to be a foot, if not more, of purple tongue was pushed inside of Coco in just a few moments, idly swirling about her insides, even pressing against her belly briefly to show just how far it had gone. With her mouth and hands occupied Starfire swings her shaft down in between Coco's legs to lazily thrust her hips, rubbing her cock against those luscious lavender legs. Kay 03/27/2018 Operating a hoverboard for multiple hours every day is great for your legs, and luckily for Star when she sticks her tongue in without warning Coco squirms and crosses her legs, squishing her calves around either side of  Star's cock. They're not as good as thighs, but they're nothing to sneeze at. She straightens out momentarily but she keeps her legs tight. "Damn, you are just full of radical surprises, huh?" She pokes at the stomach bulge and squirms a little more, her cock twitching from the warm and wet wiggling thing inside her. Johnaya 03/27/2018 Starfire nods her head and, teasingly, wiggles her tongue against Coco's belly from the inside. It was always so much fun to give rimjobs and Starfire was pretty dang good at them, swirling the section of her tongue that was at Coco's entrance around and humming. Her hips kept bucking forward gently but even Coco's wonderful legs weren't doing much for her. With a gurgle her balls lifts off of the floor and her shaft twitched, spurting out a glob of pre-cum. Still she was enjoying this otherwise. She can keep at it for a little bit, especially if Coco was going to react like this. However, regardless of when she decides to pull away, she knows what she has to find first. Pulling her tip back through her friend's insides she practically balls it up closer to her anus, prodding and poking around. It takes just a few moments before she finds it, Coco's prostate, and starts slathering it with her tongue, pressing and rubbing against it with as much of her tongue as she could. Kay 03/27/2018 When Star first presses against Coco's p-spot her cock flexes so hard it smacks Coco right in the cleavage, the girl yelping and tensing up for a moment. Although irrelevant with the water running all over the both of them, Star's efforts make Coco leak precum like a faucet, some big drops of it even managing to fall to the floor before being washed away. When her partner doesn't let up she subconsciously ends up grinding her ass against Star's face, legs still squirming a little from the stimulation. "F-fuck, you do this often, Kori?" Just to make sure Star isn't tempted to answer right away, one of Coco's hands moves to hold her in place. She's going nowhere for now. Johnaya 03/27/2018 For a moment Starfire's worried about Coco, having heard that smack from where she was. Still it was the sort of reaction she was hoping for and so she keeps at it, her tongue working at Coco's prostate like a hundred fingers, just prodding and rubbing as much as it could. Since she couldn't talk she felt that was an adequate reply to if she'd be doing it for long. Feeling Coco's hand against her head just drove her further, moaning into her ass with wild abandon. With her hands not needed for holding apart those purple cheeks, as her face was doing a good job, they move to do something a bit more interesting. Reaching forward Starfire brazenly grabs onto Coco's cock and just starts stroking it, slowly at first to get a rhythm but keeping at it, steadily getting faster. Kay 03/27/2018 Coco groans deeply in her throat while her body tries in vane to clench around something too small and slippery to get a satisfying squeeze on. When Star grabs her dick she abides it for a moment before slapping the hands away. "Don't, babe, I'm gonna, like... mmmn, hands free, y'know? Nnnhn, harder though." Her eyes are screwed tight and the closer she gets to climax the tighter her fingers grip Starfire's head, fingertips digging into her scalp just a little. Eventually she starts groaning even deeper and louder, reverberating throughout the room, before she lets out a whorish moan at the top of her lungs.

Spunk starts lazily flowing out of Coco like a hose, not shooting across the room, just dripping out, but so thick and plentiful that it can't be washed away until it hits the floor and starts puddling. While she cums she slams her butt against Star's face a couple times but mostly grinds hard, trying desperately to get what her body thinks is a cock as deep as possible. After her first porny moan passes she devolves into occasionally whining with need, especially whenever her cock flexes a little from Star's prostate manipulation. It takes a while, but eventually the flow of spooge slows and Coco's grip lets up. Panting, she removes her hand and jerks her hips forward a few times, flinging the bits of cum that remain. Johnaya 03/27/2018 Starfire was momentarily annoyed at not being able to help Coco but that quickly subsided. After all she did know just how good she was at this. Why mess it up with her hands? Instead she doubles down on her tongue work to get Coco to climax quicker, gleefully smiling internally as she starts drooling. A few globs of her jizz land on Starfire's cock as they fall and she can't help but gasp a bit. Once the hand leaves her head she slowly pulls her tongue back and lets out a deep but pleased moan. Leaning back a bit she gives one last thrust with her dick between Coco's legs before pulling free. Giggling as she balls a fist she oh so casually stuffs Coco's ass once more with her hand, this time not stopping until she's up to her shoulder like Coco had suggested. However she keeps it to just the one, not wanting to get too into it. "To answer your previous questions no she is not, as much as she might wish, and yes I do! Raven enjoys it immensely." Kay 03/27/2018 Shivering in satisfaction, Coco prepares to say something before being suddenly and deeply fisted, her cock lurching upwards again while she squeaks in surprise. Her asshole takes it like a champ though, letting the arm slip right in with only a little pushing and maneuvering. "W-whew, I'm digging you already. Really know how to keep the momentum going. It takes a lot to make Coco Nebulon cum, but you really knocked it outta the park!" Coco's intestines ripple around Star's arm, happy to have something more solid in there to squeeze on. Johnaya 03/27/2018 "Well I am quite aroused!" As if on cue her cock throbs, hard, and shoots out a rope of pre-cum. "And there is no reason to wait as I know you are as well." She can feel Coco's insides squeezing around her arm and gnaws on her lip. It doesn't exactly feel good per se but it does make her wonder what it'd be like around her cock. Not wanting to wait longer she gives her friend's ass a few more pumps of her arm before pulling it out, watching her pucker close as she dunks her slickened arm underneath the shower water. Readjusting herself behind Coco her shaft throbs as she angles it downwards, pressing it against Coco's asshole, before ramming her hips upwards. She doesn't use nearly as much force as she used with her arm, seeing as her dick was bigger, so she takes a minute or so to fully hilt herself, balls slapping against Coco's thighs. Her hips start to slowly rock back and forth as she rests her chin on Coco's shoulder, sighing in delight. Kay 03/27/2018 Coco takes one short hissing breath at the cold draft in her vacated rear. Knowing what's coming, she grabs one of her ass cheeks and pulls to make sure Kori has visibility on her target. "Nnh!" Coco squeaks when she's penetrated, but immediately melts into it, the tension in her legs disappearing quickly (although she still curls her toes while Star sinks her shaft ever deeper). When she's hilted Coco sighs out "Fuck yes Koriand'r, you know just how to do it. It's way too rare I meet a girl with a dick anywhere near as big as I like. Well, one I don't have to pay at least. Come on, are you like, gonna fuck me or just sit there?" She grins cockily at Star while her hand rubs at the massive bulge in her front, rising up in front of her chest. It's tight, but Star should be able to tell she's definitely not being pushed here. Johnaya 03/28/2018 Starfire grins back and licks her lips, turning her head to look below. She gleefully watches as she pulls her hips back, seeing her meaty dick exit from Coco's ass, before she jerks them forward, hearing her balls clap against Coco's thighs and Coco's supple cheeks clap from the thrust. "I just wished to, mmm, enjoy this for a moment. You have quite the ass, friend Coco!" Raising a hand she lightly spanks one of those purple cheeks before ramming her hips again. Only this time, instead of stopping, she just keeps up the motion, pulling her hips back and ramming forward. She's careful not to do it too hard so they don't end up slipping on the slick floor but she steadily increases her pace, moaning softly into Coco's ear. "I was doing the understating before. Your ass is amazing!" Kay 04/25/2018 "Damn right it is. My buns are great, but like, IMHO I've also got the best hole in this half of the galaxy!" Coco's lips press together tightly while Star fucks her, head tilting back and back arching a little. She can't help but reciprocate Star's thrusting with her own rocking back and forth, greedily pushing her ass against her partner's crotch even when she's fully hilted, and then pulling away when she does as well. For now she keeps her hands off of her dick like earlier, hand instead feeling the outside of Kori's cock bulge as it slides through her. "Mmmnf, fuckin' nice." Johnaya 05/06/2018 "I think I am, nnn, in agreement!" Starfire groaned as she bucked against Coco's rump again, gnawing into her bottom lip. She almost thought to make a comment about Raven reigning over the other half but thought better of it. Instead she just gets back into the motions, dragging her hips back, feeling Coco's insides slide along her, before she hilts herself once more. After a few moments she makes a noise in her throat as she looks to the soaked floor then back to the purple butt against her crotch. "Friend Coco. I need to do a bit of readjusting. Please hang on." Starfire waited just a moment before sliding her hands along Coco's thighs, grabbing onto her legs, and hoisting them up to her chest. And then it would be pretty obvious that they were now flying, hovering just a few inches off the floor. "There! I think I now will be able to do the proper pounding without slipping." With another groan Starfire rammed her hips upward and kept pounding away, her fat orange balls slapping against Coco's behind. Kay 05/22/2018 "O-OH, h-hey!" Coco reflexively starts protesting a little as she's given something resembling a full nelson, but it's hard to say anything much when your partner starts talking over you and then starts fucking you even harder. Coco's pants a little realizing she may be in for a wilder ride than she realized, watching the bulge in her body go from stretching out her torso to pushing directly out of her gut. Whenever Star slams into her not only do the girl's hips hit her ass, but there are no longer any obstacles between Starfire's wet nuts and her own, and they wetly slap against each other every time. Coco's cock is also bobbing up and down like a buoy, every time it goes up flinging a sizable glob of precum into the air. "Ffffuck ME this is so GOOOOOD!!!" Johnaya 05/30/2018 As much fun as she was having Starfire had to admit it was a bit awkward fucking like this. She wasn't used to her partner having such a massive, swinging thing dangling from their crotch. But watching Coco's cock bounce and sway was definitely enticing. Leaning forward Starfire pecks Coco on the cheek before ramming up into her again. The sound of their balls smacking together is music to Starfire's ear and she gets to thrusting harder and faster, their nuts repeatedly knocking together. Her shaft pounds against Coco's insides like a ram, occasionally going back against her belly before being thrust back out with an especially vigorous thrust. Panting needily Starfire groans on Coco's shoulder, gnawing her lip. "Friend Coco. I am, mmm, nearing orgasm soon." As if on cue her shaft started twitching more excitedly, visibly making Coco's belly twitch. Kay 06/08/2018 Coco's ability to fake composure has all eroded away, and every time Starfire hilts in her ass she moans out. "Ah, ah, uhn, umf, ah!" With little else to do and a lot of tension to act on Coco's hands reach for the massive tits she's squashed between and roughly squeezes the areolae, getting a not-so-gentle handful of Tamaranian chest meat. As Starfire groans into her own shoulder she lets her head fall back onto Star's and groans blissfully into the air while tightening her grip.  "Fffuck, harder, ah, AHN, C-CUM IN ME KORI!~" Coco yells blindly, realizing she's moments away from hitting climax herself Johnaya 07/06/2018 Watching Coco's coolness at getting her ass pounded melt away was making Starfire's heart flutter as well as making her nuts fuller. Groaning she gets to slamming her hips even faster as her balls lurch upwards and hold tight to her crotch. With one final, triumphant groan she hilts into Coco before unloading. Her balls visibly pulse and quiver as her first shot pounds against Coco's insides, the supple purple skin bulging out around a foot. It sags from the weight momentarily before lifting back up as another shot rocks against Coco, again and again Starfire's loads pounding into her. Even through Starfire's orgasm she keeps pounding away, taut balls clapping against Coco's briefly on each upward thrust. In almost no time Coco's belly is swollen and wobbling gently from Starfire's thick jizz as she keeps shooting smaller ropes into the surfer girl's behind, panting gently. She rests her head on Coco's shoulder and her eyes flutter, her cock still twitching eagerly. "Mmm fuck. My balls have become drained.~" Despite that she still gently humps against Coco's rump, seemingly still eager for more. Kay 07/17/2018 The Titan's unrelenting ass pounding causes miss Nebulon to orgasm almost in tandem with her partner, the first instance of her stomach stretching out like a particularly elastic condom also prompting her own cock to jolt upward and release a blast of alien spooge onto the floor. In fact, she almost paints the wall all the way on the other side of the shower room, sullying the area around several shower stalls that aren't running and able to clear the mess. As her stomach gets fuller her thick log of dick starts squishing into the underside of it whenever it flexes upwards to blow, making her over-pregnant looking stomach slosh up and down in the process.

Tense through the whole process, Coco's legs clamp down on Star's arms and even as abused and well used as it is her asshole tightens as well, forming vacuum tight suction that keeps Starfire's cum firmly inside, very little even leaking out into her rippling intestines. With her teeth dug into her lip, Coco simply lets out a steady and ecstatic series of muffled pleasure grunts while her hips try in vain to gyrate through Starfire's complete hold on her. Johnaya 08/15/2018 Just because Starfire's cock was still eager doesn't mean she shared the vigor. Having had Coco's wonderful hole ripple around her length as she orgasmed took quite the toll on Starfire, the girl now starting to pant gently on Coco's shoulder. Her hips did still continue to hump against her purple friend, drained orange nuts smacking against her cheeks. Oh how she so would want to keep fucking like this but she had to stop. Floating at least. Casually Starfire lowered herself back onto the floor, letting out a surprised ooph at the sudden weight on her cock and legs. The panting however continued as she leaned forward to peck a kiss on Coco's cheek. "Now that we are cleansed friend Coco what would you like to do now?" As she said that Starfire started thrusting her hips harder, giggling lightly and licking her lips. She wasn't sure if Coco was still ready for more, perfectly fine with cutting her humpfest short. Princess Kay Peach Last Monday at 3:57 AM Exhausted, unfocused, and out of breath, Coco just sits there breathing more heavily than Skølldir on a treadmill until Starfire asks her question. Slowly she looks down at Star's fat knockers, then to her own rather gravid seeming tummy, and finally over that to what little she can make out of her own slightly drooping cock. It's been a long long time since she's been this blown away by a fuck. She doesn't say anything for a bit, biting her lip again from the continued assault on her ass, until her head lazily slaps down on Starfire behind her. "I think... I'd like, be really stoked to hear more about these Titans of yours.~" She sighs happily and then lets out a little 'ooh!' as Star keeps fucking her. "Just help me nab my board, some clothes, and uh, mind carrying me out like this? I think you've definitely like, fucked me too hard to stand." Johnaya Today at 6:29 PM An amused and airy giggle comes from Starfre as Coco just slump in her arms, readjusting their position and lifting her up just a little more. Even though Coco seemed completely tuckered out Starfire can't help but keep humping. Her ass was just that good. She knew she had to stop though, a small grumbling groan coming from Starfire as her hips press against Coco's rump one final time. "Certainly! I shall try to keep the shaking to a minimum for both of us." With a smile Starfire gently floated above the floor again and made her way out of the showers, careful to turn them off before she left. Wouldn't want to waste water or anything! Humming in delight she makes her way through the lockers, grabbing her own clothing as well as a fresh pair for Coco. The board was a bit trickier to get but she manages, allowing her purple friend to hold onto it as they nonchalantly fly out of the locker room, Coco still hanging onto Starfire's cock, the smell of sex heavy in the air. "Now! About my friends..."

[anotherashley]

A Separate History //  a 1988 film for Hockey Goes to the Movies with @nuuclearshow

2017 ‧ Romance/Comedy ‧ 2h 4m 

Plot: When Patrick Kane falls asleep it’s June 9th 2010. He’s just won the Stanley Cup. When he wakes it’s 2025, he’s married to Jonathan Toews, and that’s just the beginning...

June 9th 2010

It’s late by the time they make it back to the hotel. So late it’s probably early and all of them still drunk. Patrick’s covered in, well, he’s not really sure what he’s covered in anymore. Beer? Probably. Sweat? Definitely. Tears? Check. Vomit? At least a little. Fucking awesomeness? Without a doubt.

He still has his under-armour on, the Stanley Cup Championship T-shirt over that, some kind of pants and a lopsided snapback. He feels seriously fucking disgusting, and sticky, and tired, as he makes his way off the bus and into the hotel lobby. He could sleep for a thousand peaceful years and yet he could never sleep again with the way his heart hasn’t stopped racing all night.

He scrubs a hand over his face and feels jittery and shaky as he laughs. There’s this feeling of insane euphoria that he can’t hold inside himself, not even if he tried. It’s a breathless, helpless sort of gasp that bubbles up out of his throat until he’s choking on it, eyes watery as Sharpy and Bur drunkenly argue beside him.

Sharpy stops mid-sentence when Patrick’s laughing has reached a high enough volume to filter through their bickering. “You okay, Kaner?”

He laughs again, loud and beaming and giddy. He’s not sure if he’s floating, but he could be with how weightless he feels.

“I’m fucking awesome,” he says, smile stretching his face wide.

“You’re smashed, Peekaboo,” Sharpy grins.

“That too,” he says and hiccups.

“Go to bed before you vomit on yourself,” Bur adds, pulling him in for a noogie.

The knuckles digging into his scalp are too rough and he bats them away as he tries to maneuver himself back into an upright position. The world tilts and spins a fraction, and he sways into a solid wall of a human being.

“Hey,” Jonny murmurs, arms cradling Patrick close.

They walk together like that for a bit, tangled and two-stepping down the mostly deserted hallway, until Patrick is steady on his feet again.

He grins dumbly, eyes glassy and unfocused, but still able to see Jonny’s pleased expression and horrible chin pubes. “We did it. I mean we did it, right? It's real?”

Jonny’s smile glows. “Yeah, Peeks, it's real. You did it.”

“We did it, dude. Both of us. All of us. I totally did it best, but still.”

“Well, except I won MVP so—“

“So you think the Conn Smythe is better than the Stanley Cup?”

“I don't have to choose because I've got both now,” Jonny smirks.

“Because of me and my game winning goal,” Patrick shoots back, smug.

“Oh, so what happened to ‘We did it, Tazer. Both of u—‘”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you asshole. Let me have my moment. I deserve it.”

“You do.”

They smile at each other for a long beat.

“Fuck I'm thirsty,” Patrick says when they make it inside their room. “And I gotta piss like a race horse. I'm gonna take the first shower, k?

Jonny steps forward, cupping Patrick’s elbow so he won’t go far.

“Wait. Just... I wanted to say that. That I'm glad we got to do this. Together. I--yeah. I wouldn't have wanted to do this with anyone else.”

Patrick tries to breathe. It's sort of hard with the way that Jonny’s staring at him so intensely everything else around them has started to dissolve away. His chest hurts and his mouth is dry and he can't feel anything beyond the drumming inside his ribcage.

He tries to meet Jonny's gaze six times before their eyes manage to catch and each time he catalogues something new. The hole in Jonny’s left sock above his big toe, the dampness of his pants from all the champagne they'd been spraying in the locker room, the cling of his shirt to his abs, his pecs, his arms, his shoulders. The dumb mutton chops and wet matted down hair, the soft pink to his cheeks. Patrick swallows dry and tries to put the picture together, the sum of all these parts. It's sort of amazing that Jonny can look both so gross and yet so fucking hot at the same time.

He licks his lips and watches Jonny track the movement, eyes so very dark and wide. Patrick feels a sharp kind of twist in his gut at the inevitability of this moment.  

He’s not ready.

He’s not.

When Jonny moves closer Patrick turns abruptly, striding into the bathroom, flipping the faucet on and splashing water on his face, into his mouth. His stomach rolls violently as he bends over, head resting on his arms while he breathes shallowly. For a few minutes everything is blessedly silent in his head, in the room, and possibly in the whole world, and it's nice. It's exactly what he needs.

Then he feels a warm hand slide up his back and come to rest at the nape of his neck, warm and light.

“You okay? You need anything?” Jonny asks, soft, gentle.

“Water,” says Patrick. “Please.”

There’s some shuffling then the sound of the faucet turning on and off, before Patrick’s handed a glass of tepid water. He downs it slowly; mind racing so fast he can’t keep track of a single thought.

Standing takes more effort than he accounts for, but Jonny’s there to help him with that too, arm around his waist to tug him up. They still once he’s upright, bodies pressed close in an approximation of a hug. Jonny rests his forehead on Patrick’s temple, exhales slowly.

“Patrick,” he whispers. He’s moving closer, breath hot against Patrick’s jaw.

All Patrick would need to do is turn his head, just connect that fraction of space that’s empty between them.

“I can't,” he says instead, pulling away, head tucked down. “I can't, Jonny. I just...can't.”

There’s a long, awful pause.

Then Jonny’s stepping back.

“Okay, Kaner,” he murmurs.

Patrick doesn’t see him leave, but he does hear the door click open and shut.

He stands there in a daze, head foggy, body so very drained.

Dragging himself to bed and pulling off his sticky clothes takes more effort than he realizes and by the time he shoves his face into a pillow all he can think before he passes out is: winning and Cup and yes yes yes and Jonny.

*

There’s an alarm blaring in Patrick’s ear. Which is funny because he doesn’t even remember setting his phone to go off last night. The song is unfamiliar too, something low and melodic, but new. Still, it’s too early to be awake this early after how late he was up last night. He needs another five hours, at least.

“Mmm, not yet.” A sleep rough voice says beside him, as an arm reaches over him to hit silent on his phone that’s sitting on the bedside table.

An arm that belongs to a person. A person in bed with him. A male person.

One that sounds exactly like Jonny.

Patrick’s eyes flash open, head turning to look over at said man beside him, shirtless, beardless, and possibly pantsless. Although that is yet to be determined.

“Jonny?!” Patrick squeaks. Actually fucking squeaks because as he’s suddenly realizing he is also sans clothes and beard, and, in fact, in a totally different bed, in a completely different place than he went to sleep.

What the hell is going on?

He sits bolt upright. Eyes wide as he looks around.

This is not his hotel room. This is a bedroom, in a house, someone’s house, that he’s never been before with Jonny.

Jonny, who’s reaching out, eyes still closed, and attempting to pull him back down to the bed.

“No, don’t get up yet, baby. Five more minutes,“ he says, words muffled against his pillow.

Their bare legs touch underneath the sheets, then their hips as Jonny continues to tug, and yep, they’re both butt ass naked in this strange bed.

Before he can do or say anything there’s a quiet knock on the door followed by the turning of a doorknob. Patrick’s not sure what to expect at this point, Sharpy maybe, or Burish, jumping out and screaming a surprised ‘GOTCHA’ at him, maybe the whole team. One last prank to end the season on. It’s a good one, Patrick will give them that.

Except when the door opens it’s not Sharpy, or Bur, or Buff, or anyone Patrick’s ever seen in his life. It’s a small child, a little girl, with brown wavy hair and tiny hands in purple cloud pajamas.

She hops up on the bed without invitation, settling herself in between himself and Jonny as she lets out a drawn out yawn.

“Daddy,” she says. She’s looking right at Patrick. “Can I have pancakes please?”

“Um what?” Patrick says, lost. He clutches the comforter to his waist.

“You did tell her you’d make her strawberry pancakes yesterday,” Jonny cuts in, one eye cracking open barely.

“He promised, papa,” she says.

“You promised,” Jonny amends, his smile sleepy and soft.

They’re both looking at him now. Waiting for a response.

Waiting for something.

Patrick takes a breath.

Patrick is officially freaking the fuck out.

[cornus27florida]

The Beginning of Growing Affection between Two People

Prompt: Beginning

Summary: What happening after you blows out all your first paycheck to send a secret love letter? Actually the moneys went to right place, Alzheimer patient and their families need support

Rating: T

Words: 1297

Notes: This will be a short series of prompts with a connection with forget-me-not meaning. It’s my first time to do both drawing and writing after a long hiatus.  I might do some edits later if I have time in AO3. Please enjoy and share what you thought after read it :)

I make a drawing to accompany the first part of my fic as a way to participate the Touken week this year. I’m really sorry for all incovenience and flaws I made. Just imagine there’s a pack of seed that tied with ribbon (like cookies)

The Beginning of Growing Affection between Two People

That evening is unusually the quite one. Some warm sunlight penetrated big windows that Anteiku have, showering all staff with it’s light. Kaneki Ken is a new staff in this cafe, nervously fidgeting several pack of something. One customer drinks his coffee and give encouraging smile after being served with the best coffee in town. The only customer in Anteiku is just his best friend, Hideyoshi Nagachika. Their exchanging glance really like they are scheming something.

“Ex-excuse me, everyone! I-I want to share something today” shout Kaneki break the peaceful evening. All head stare at Kaneki, eyeing the packs with ribbon that really look like a warm handmade cookies packed sweetly to share. Irimi stare with a confused face still washing dishes. Koma’s mop nearly jumps out from his hand. Manager’s hand slowly put the jar of hot water to stove. Touka really like to throws her napkin to Kaneki’s face right now - for sudden interrupt at her work clean up the tables.

“What Bakaneki like to share? Cookies?!” Touka said angrily. This dude really gets her nervous. Is he want to relive his live as human and unconsciously gives poison to all staff? He should knows well that all Anteiku staff are ghouls. Cookies taste like shit, a combination of rat poison and rat own carcass. Is anyone want to lick the source of awful smell with some crumbly material that responsible to make smell and death happen?

“N-nope, it’s actually some seeds” reply him weakly. Kaneki at quick pace give everybody with a pack of seeds, each with different ribbon color. Irimi's got the red ribbon, Koma's got the yellow one, Manager got the yellow one, and Touka got a pack that tied with a pale blue ribbon. Everyone confused with Kaneki's doing. They just eyeing the pack nervously and treat it like it actually contain bomb or something.

Hide exclaim to shed confusion, "This dude blows away all his first paycheck to brought pack of seeds hahaha! Those are forget-me-not flower seeds from an Alzheimer foundation on the way here. Ah how noble his money went~”.

“It’s not like that! I just feel the need to help that foundation. It’s must be awful to have broken memories like people with Alzheimer.. The important thing is I want to celebrate I got work with you all” said Kaneki.

That foundation is need some money and they try to improve the donation involving forget-me-not, flower that symbolize the memories that Alzheimer patients try to hold. Alzheimer's is a type of dementia that causes problems with memory, thinking and behavior. Symptoms usually develop slowly and get worse over time, becoming severe enough to interfere with daily tasks. That foundation helps treatments for symptoms and help the funds for Alzheimer’s research continues. Although current Alzheimer's treatments cannot stop Alzheimer's from progressing, they can temporarily slow the worsening of dementia symptoms and improve quality of life for those with Alzheimer's and their caregivers. Fundraising like what is needed for foundation like that to improve the Alzheimer patient’s life qualities and his families (Souce about Alzheimer: https://m.alz.org/what-is-alzheimers.asp?sp=true)

Manager said deeply, “I hear some other time you got pickpocket, those money should go to yourself. You shouldn’t do this, Kaneki-kun”

“Actually I didn’t blows away all my paycheck sir” said Kaneki quietly while holding his chin. Touka just fidgeting the pack though, unsure what should to do. She still keeps the gesture ‘to not welcoming Kaneki’.

“If you say so, thanks for your gift!” thanks Koma and irimi cheerfully.

Kaneki glances Hide, didn’t know what to do next. The next step of scheme should go on. Hide catch on and take a pack of seeds. He got one like what Kaneki share before. Hide untie his own pack of seed that he saves in his own pocket. He pull a folded card inside the pack, with a purple color like the ribbon. The card is actually a sheet of plant care guide. “Nah everyone, just do the same like what I did earlier. If you didn’t want to spread the seeds soon, please tie the pack again tightly” explain Hide.

Koma is the first one mimicking Hide’s actions earlier. He read the simple tips to grows forget-me-not. He mumbling “Ah.. So this plant loves shade huh?”

Irimi reads the Plant Care Sheet slowly, “Forget-me-not needs much water and some moist soil hmm..”

Manager stare the front side of his cafe. Probably he thinks to grows forget-me-not there. But this flowers shouldnt plant in the edge of a path. Customers could be cynical when walked too close, spent time to removing the clinging Forget-me-not seeds from their pants or skirts.

Touka is the last one to open her pack of seeds. She actually take a seat and unties the ribbon slowly. When she pull the folded card, she surprised to found a neat handwritten on the back of the card. Those rows of text look like be wrote by Kaneki. What this man trying to do? Is not like she’ll open up soon with just a pack of weird things.

May you grows those Forget-me-not flowers to help remind what you really are and your own goal

Don’t let revenge and hatred towards my mind towards ghouls distract it

I’ll try to be better person

I want to understand ghouls better

I know you are the right person to help me

Kaneki stares her nervously, prays silently she didn’t kick him out or other negative replies. Unconsciously she blush madly reads those kind words he write. She avoids Kaneki intense gazes. She’s thanks him with a voice like a whisper “Th-Thanks, Kaneki”. Kaneki smiles lit up upon hears her response. She folds the cards and tie the pack quickly, continues her shift. Kaneki is called by Manager, given a sudden shift stop. Manager asks everyone to going home sooner. Manager feels there’s no customer today. He like to spread Forget-me-not seeds too as the sunlight still shining.

All staff prepare to going home. In the charge room Touka thinks silently, thinks about Kaneki. ‘He actually a nice person. Am I should keep the act to hostile against him. Is not his fault suddenly be a ghoul, he is a victim, so why I keep trying to make him the villain that change to be a ghoul as an act? He tries to understand… He believes I could help him. What I can do him though? Be a white rabbit to helps his adventure to exploring ghoul world ? Ghoul’s world actually a dark world..

On the trip of Kaneki back to his partement with Hide...

“Hey man, I see what you did there. So you write on the back of blue’s one? A Is that a secret love letter to Touka-chan?” winks Hide cheerfully.

“N-no. It’s not what you think it is” stutters Kaneki.

“She’s blushing madly when read that! My boy finally!”

Kaneki just speechless. Hide stops his tease and change topic “It’s rare you back sooner, want to watch movies tonight?

It’s just.. I don’t think I could make hostile act to ends, let alone dates her. I don’t think I even to her…’ thinks Kaneki.

 If Kaneki and Touka knows, the first meaning of Forget-me-not flowers is ‘The Growing of Affection between Two People’