#this scene is a gift to ME i cannot wipe the stupid smile off my face the whole time

[mo-ok]

giftober day eighteen - gift

[reluctanx]

𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉 >> CLASS 1-B. || Fem!s/o

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: neito monoma, itsuka kendo, sen kaibara, ibara shiozaki, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, reiko yanagi, setsuna tokage

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 (𝙎) : n/a [?]

-Neito Monoma

!! 🧺 | he’s actually very sweet, just a bit playful with you

!! 🧺 | he cracks joke just to make you laugh because your smile means EVERYTHING to him

!! 🧺 | i’m pretty sure he’s a nerd at color theory and would ALWAYS point out how beautiful your eyes are. even if it has a darker shade, he just knows that it’s a beautiful color that he loves so much

!! 🧺 | he doesn’t let other people touch his bunnies besides kendo, you may also be the exception

!! 🧺 | overly dramatic because he knows you can’t possibly, truly handle his bullshit

!! 🧺 | his teenager crush on you is so adorable, because he’s always in denial. or refuses to admit he have a crush on you

!! 🧺 | seeing that you’re not comparing him to a villain because of his quirk, wether it’s a joke or not. you automatically gain a part of his trust and respect. deadass

!! 🧺 | he bullies people for a reason, and you better deal with that

!! 🧺 | very argumentative, trying to fight with him with controversial topics is useless

!! 🧺 | LET. HIM. TOUCH. YO. HAIR………. pls

!! 🧺 | even if he tries, he can’t keep up late at night. HE WILL fall asleep, so sometimes you’ll be left on read accidentally-

!! 🧺 | when texting… he’s a total different person omg

!! 🧺 | no because if your seat is next to his, he will pass you the answers for the math exam.. (don’t lie, i know you’re a total dogshit at this subject. )

!! 🧺 | he’s a real big fan of Vlad king so you better be prepared seeing some of his merch in his closet

!! 🧺 | seeing you in his clothes makes him feel weird. he’ll try to make fun of you but he’s just really flustered to look at cha’ i swear

!! 🧺 | it’s rare to see him swear, so when he do so.. dear god..

!! 🧺 | HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BODY SHAPE, SIZE OR WHATEVER, HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT

!! 🧺 | “you love me o’ sooo much it makes you look stupid.”

!! 🧺 | “don’t tell kendo about this, but i like you. for real.”

!! 🧺 | pronouns first with this man, pronouns = priority, pronouns respected. period.

!! 🧺 | he would be such a simp for you..

!! 🧺 | not obsessive or possesive, per se just jealous in a healthy way

!! 🧺 | “i’m literally a low quality version of bakugo.”

!! 🧺 | THEATRICAL, AS FUCK.

-Itsuka Kendo

!! 🧸 | SHE’S LITERALLY A SWEET HEART *SOBS SOBS*

!! 🧸 | she acts like your big sister sometimes.

!! 🧸 | she’s so shy and intimidated when she gets to date you bro..

!! 🧸 | your hero name? your hero costume? gives no shit, she find everything about you AMAZING.

!! 🧸 | you’re the little spoon, don’t prove me wrong, you’re the little spoon

!! 🧸 | she finds you so cute (especially if you have chubby cheeks, cause like uuuUhhh…)

!! 🧸 | she dresses you up when ya’ll get a girl days

!! 🧸 | she doesn’t know how to cook, depending on your cooking skills; either you get to cook or ya’ll order sum shit idk

!! 🧸 | she have a whole romantic cottagecore playlist dedicated for you whenever she thinks about you i swear.

!! 🧸 | you participates in her activity of : “knocking-down-neito-whenever-hes-been-an-ass”

!! 🧸 | can’t even afford to scold you the first time ya’ll meet, you’re so beautiful *sob sob*

!! 🧸 | if you’re in a social group space, you’re her favourite person, ya’ll are the duo of the friend group

!! 🧸 | “can’t sleep? that’s okay me too.”

!! 🧸 | picky, very picky eater. ya’ll may have trouble ordering something.

!! 🧸 | you’re the ticklish person, she’s the tickler. if you’re not, she’ll helplessly try to tickle you..-

!! 🧸 | “SPIDER, SPIDER!!”

!! 🧸 | your luck booster, i stg

!! 🧸 | she likes seeing you with fake cat ears, you look so adorable in her perspective

!! 🧸 | “LET’S WATCH A DISNEY MOVIE!!”

!! 🧸 | fast typer when texting.

!! 🧸 | you’re her angel, you are.

!! 🧸 | wants to be a make-up artist somedays.. so you better be ready and prepare to be a mannequin.

!! 🧸 | “you’re so weird *faces you* you’re so weird.”

!! 🧸 | 256 HOURS LONG OF TALK AND CHATS WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS A LONG TIME FRIEND AT THE MALL

!! 🧸 | she wants to be a princess, your princess

!! 🧸 | SAY THAT YOU LOVE HER HAIR AND SHE WILL FLUSH

!! 🧸 | “why are you so pretty 🥺’

!! 🧸 | cottagecore lesbians :)

!! 🧸 | holding your hands + kisses + pecks on the lips, physical affection <<<<<<<<

!! 🧸 | gives you her stuffies, trust me she have LOADS of stuffies

!! 🧸 | BLUSHES SO HARD WHEN YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES

Sen Kaibara

!! 📢 | you don’t understand, the amount of love he holds for you is HUGE!

!! 📢 | fairly confident when he’s fighting by your side, you give him confidence..

!! 📢 | bad habits to compare your beauty with his

!! 📢 | trying to make him blush? oh honey, you don’t have to try once you have a relationship with him..

!! 📢 | his smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<

!! 📢 | usually quiet but tends to be talkative ONLY to you

!! 📢 | his heart beats faster and faster when you get close to him, but his face says 😐

!! 📢 | “kiss me already, dummy”

!! 📢 | really likes anime actually, ya’ll watch animes or read mangas sometimes :)

!! 📢 | *strokes strokes, scrubs scrubs your hair gently*

!! 📢 | thinks you look so cute in his clothes but doesn’t mention it

!! 📢 | secretly tries to get one of the things you crave for (an item, celebrity’s autograph idk sum shit)

!! 📢 | mockery against you? not on his watch.

!! 📢 | his love language is physical touch *sobs sobs*

!! 📢 | rubs your hand gently to calm you down when you feel anxious

!! 📢 | old times french love songs of edith piaf is his jam..

!! 📢 | hopeless romantic :c

!! 📢 | insecure? not on his watch,

!! 📢 | gives you his juice box to you and only to you

!! 📢 | you’re his first kiss

!! 📢 | BEST HUG GIVER

!! 📢 | the type to put your hair behind your ears

!! 📢 | “you’re my everything..”

!! 📢 | KISSES YOUR CHEEKS INTENSIVELY

!! 📢 | loves to feel euphoric, you make him euphoric

!! 📢 | you get the blower during summer lmao

!! 📢 | buys you loads of icecreams during summer

!! 📢 | go to the heater side during winter, right now, right here.

!! 📢 | everything you ask somethinh, he’ll answer instantly

!! 📢 | want something? dont worry, sen gotchu’

!! 📢 | SIMP

!! 📢 | wants to be someone truly meaningful to you

!! 📢 | you make him feel special for doing literally nothing

!! 📢 | he loves you, so so much.

Ibara Shiozaki

!! 🌱| literally the momo yaoyorazu of class 1-b but more theatrical

!! 🌱| you kinda just already knew that she have a preference for girls

!! 🌱| “mo- mother nature? what kind of silly things are you spouting out of that mouth of yours…”

!! 🌱| you are literally babied by her

!! 🌱| good baker and easily make your favorite dish/dessert

!! 🌱| you’re her top priority, and she carefully pays attention to you. deadass, she’s the type to wipe your mouth with her favorite tissue while she’s talking about a serious matter with her teamates bro

!! 🌱| she’s such a nerd in the rom-com industry, and gets pretty shy when you proceed to do something that is similar to a scene about one of her few rom-com movies. (ex: kadebon)

!! 🌱| she laughs so easily..

!! 🌱| “you’re so precious.”

!! 🌱| she showed all the symptoms of “crushing” back then, and you already knew that.

!! 🌱| everytime you hype her up, she smiles widely

!! 🌱| she’s so gift giving, she can’t leave you without giving you a gift first

!! 🌱| all the gifts you gave her stays safe and sound in her room

!! 🌱| “i might never be your hero, but i’ll be the winner of your heart.”

!! 🌱| she wants you to wear her clothes so ya’ll can match :)

!! 🌱| she’s quite wealthy, so she buys you some expensive gifts that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| always wrap her arms around you everywhere

!! 🌱| teases you but a lot

!! 🌱| she likes to do gardening stuff with you

!! 🌱| full knowledge on plants, every flowers she offers you was because of a characteristic that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| her efforts to be committed in your relationship is so visible

!! 🌱| always slips a little ‘I love you” everydays

!! 🌱| your love, affection and attention is enough to repay her for her consistent efforts.

!! 🌱| gets easily jealous but tries to hide it, but you obviously can tell due to her uncontrollable blush

!! 🌱| as she is so gift giving, you’ll try to argue with her saying she doesn’t need to give her this much gifts

!! 🌱| she gets overwhelmed when you make out of an exam/mission

!! 🌱| loves to give you a head massage while reading a book

!! 🌱| come and stargaze with her >:|

!! 🌱| kisses the back of your hand

!! 🌱| show you off when she have the chance to

!! 🌱| compared to what you may have assumed, she puts a lot of trust in her words when showin’ you off.

!! 🌱| “everyday and everynight, you make me happy just by thinking of your silly little face.”

!! 🌱| HELPS YOU WITH HOMEWORK

!! 🌱| SLEEPOVERS!!

!! 🌱| she felt insecure about her hair, so the fact that you had he audacity to pet her head made her fall inlove with you.

!! 🌱| gets genuinely confused when you laugh at her dramatic behavior

!! 🌱| her humor is kinda bad, so she may laugh at the stupidest thing ever

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

!! 🦈| oh boy, everything would be so wild with him

!! 🦈| you cannot leave the room without giving him a hug first

!! 🦈| awkward, like really

!! 🦈| “you’re the most coolest— beautifulest—…uuh.. person!”

!! 🦈| doesn’t academically succeed a lot, but puts a lot of efforts in his works. every praises you give him makes him smile

!! 🦈| makes you laugh without him knowing

!! 🦈| please, he probably starts to laugh when you start talking too fast because he doesn’t understand-

!! 🦈| in summer, he turns his arms into steel so you can grip against it (since steel is usually cold)

!! 🦈| probably have adhd

!! 🦈| loves to caress your cheeks

!! 🦈| sometimes kisses your little fingers for fun

!! 🦈| buddies to lover trope :D

!! 🦈| uses kaomoji than emojis

!! 🦈| his favorite song is teenage dirtbag

!! 🦈| he requires a good listener as his s/o, because he is a very talkative person and bring numerous topics and persons at the same time when talking to him

!! 🦈| “you’re extra-beautiful..”

!! 🦈| offers a fish related plushie

!! 🦈| shows off his abs for you

!! 🦈| two dumb hoes doing shit trope

!! 🦈| “you kinda remind me of an otter..?

!! 🦈| “wanna be a teenage dirtbag with me?”

!! 🦈| he calls you the popular girl of the school for a reason.. 😭

!! 🦈| calls you tetsutetsu junior when you wear his clothes

!! 🦈| openly admit that ya’ll are in a relationship to everyone

!! 🦈| is actually ticklish himself-

!! 🦈| loves to kiss your forehead

!! 🦈| loves to point out how cute you are

!! 🦈| definitely introduces you to fatgum and kirishima

!! 🦈| he can’t really came up with a petname.. so he’ll give you stupid ones

!! 🦈| as you can tell, he’s clearly not experienced but he tries, for you :)

!! 🦈| okay but power couple

!! 🦈| “if you steal the blankets, i am about to put my cold feets on you.”

!! 🦈| gets out of hands when he’s too excited

!! 🦈| gives you back hugs when you’re not feeling well

!! 🦈| best caregiver 🥺

!! 🦈| adores you

!! 🦈| play games with you :)

!! 🦈| sends you stupid note under the door whenever you’re taking a shit-

Reiko Yanagi

!! 👻|| you managed to get on her soft side when you told her that she wasn’t weird in any ways

!! 👻|| very quiet and patient with you

!! 👻|| really doesn’t wish to disturb or scare you, but she can’t let go of you — you were so nice

!! 👻|| when you tease her.. she’s a blushing mess

!! 👻|| you’re the only person she hangs most of her time with

!! 👻||she thinks that you’re so, so cool.

!! 👻|| doesn’t know how to react to all of your compliments, just knows how to cuddle

!! 👻|| she makes you listen to her favorite genre of music

!! 👻|| she tries her best to make your relationship with her dynamic as possible!

!! 👻|| with that say, praising is one of her top quality

!! 👻|| as much as she doesn’t know how to handle your praise, she can slap you back with her

!! 👻||”hey.. how abour we kiss? uh- um.. if- if you want to.”

!! 👻|| is actually a good kisser-

!! 👻|| her only way to calm you down was to kiss you when you get overwhelmed

!! 👻|| reiko is a really good listener and would literally listen to your 5 hours long story as she stare at you the whole time

!! 👻|| when you mention that her bags were really cool… good job bro, now she loves you

!! 👻|| SHE’S SO CLINGY, LIKE REALLY CLINGY

!! 👻|| unexpectedly good in video games

!! 👻|| “w-whoa.. i didn’t expected you to wear my clothes..you look adorable..”

!! 👻|| gets truly passionate when talking about paranormal facts

!! 👻|| she loves to play with the strands of your hair

!! 👻|| quality time <<<<<<<<

!! 👻|| would always remind you how beautiful you are

!! 👻|| once you have her sweater wrapped around your body, it’s officially yours now because she says so

!! 👻|| soft spokesperson with you bro..

!! 👻|| seems more confident when texting

!! 👻|| she loves taking pictures of you

!! 👻|| she probably wanted to make you visit the beach during the sunset

!! 👻|| she’s so proud of you..

!! 👻|| “oh, you deserve all of the praises of the world.”

!! 👻|| can’t even look at you in the eyes,, you’re so CUTE!!

!! 👻|| never leave you alone, never will or would

!! 👻|| always grips on your shirt so that you don’t get to be lost in a mission

!! 👻|| regularly checks up on you

!! 👻|| gives you LOADS of snacks during lunch

Setsuna Tokage

!! 🐊| COMMITTED IN THE RELATIONSHIP

!! 🐊| literally takes you out everywhere on ya’ll date

!! 🐊| don’t be shy, skateboard with her

!! 🐊| literally asks to be partnered up with you during the sport festivals

!! 🐊| will do everything for you

!! 🐊| have a reptile pet, you’re the only person knowing about that

!! 🐊| CHERISH YOU UNTIL SHE DIES

!! 🐊| “my sweet sweet pumpkin pie!”

!! 🐊| “let me kiss you until you can’t handle me anymore, darling.”

!! 🐊| she loves snuggling to your neck and leave soft kisses

!! 🐊| eyes contact is important

!! 🐊| you’re her favourite person

!! 🐊| ya’ll be ruining your sleep schedule for each other

!! 🐊| you guys always wear something that matches with the other (a hat, item, shirt.. etc.)

!! 🐊| setsuna announces her relationship with you to the class as if she proposed to you in a mariage

aight ya’ll, bye!

[bloomyn]

baby³

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader

tags: fluff

warnings: none

summary: you get knocked tf up 

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

triplets.

your eyes widened at the word that spilled out of the doctors mouth a little too cheerfully. triplets? and you had just thought mother nature was being nice to you by taking your period out for a bit.

“i’m sure this must come as shock but--”

you tuned the doctors words out, more worried about the nauseating feeling starting to build in your stomach. just the thought of having three kids made your legs tremble. 

“miss are you okay?”

you want to tell the doctor that you were fine and you just need a minute, but then you promptly decide to vomit all over the linoleum floors. 

----

hajime’s pissed. 

if oikawa hadn’t been the one to hold him back there would’ve been blood everywhere.(pretty ironic since he worked in a hospital) those interns were just so damn stupid. he knows being in the medical field is hard enough, but it’s even harder when you’re dealing with pesky, arrogant, interns who think they know all because they’re fresh out of medical school. he really ought to teach them a lesson one of these days. 

oikawa had offered to buy him a drink, but hajime knew better. drinking would only get him more pissed, seeing you on the other hand? just the thought of your crinkly smile has him soft.

---

“i’m home.” he says to no one in particular slipping his shoes off. your shoes are already neatly placed on the rack and he can’t help the smile that makes its way onto his face. he’s whipped so what. 

your shared apartment isn’t really one to admire. one bed, one tiny bath, a kitchen (if you could even call it that). student loans and a low paying job don’t get you much in tokyo, but its the pictures on the walls and the hand embroidered pillow you had given him as a gift for valentines day three years ago that makes it a little more bearable.

“[name]? baby?” he calls, peaking into the bedroom a bit worried at your unresponsive figure. he makes his way toward the bed, pulling his shirt off on his way there. he groans falling into the mattress (he’d have to call his mom later to thank her for the memory foam pad she had given you two for christmas), turning on his side so he can wrap himself around your figure. “what’s wrong” he says against your shoulder. slowly you turn back, facing your husbands worried face. running his thumb over your overly-bitten and swollen lips, he plants a kiss on your forehead. 

you don’t want to tell him. not yet at least. you’re only three months in, oh god why does that sound like so long? but then you remember your scene at the doctors office and the idea of telling him goes flying out the window. so you deflect.

“just--really tired,” you mutter against his chest, “long day.”

and your loving husband just hums against you, pulling you closer to his perfect physique. how he maintains it as a resident at one of the busiest hospitals in japan is beyond you. 

“oh are you feeling better?” he says, sitting you up so you’re straddling his lap. you freeze. this morning, the first thing you had done was go to the bathroom to throw up, that was your reasoning to go to the doctors in the first place.

“oh-oh yeah it’s fine.” you stutter, “it’s probably just left over nerves from my interview”

hajime grins, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “you’re obviously going to get it you know.”

you smirk back, completely forgetting about your little situation, “yeah i know.”

“you brat.”

flipping you over, he begins his attack on your neck while his hands roam your waist. giggling, you run your hands through his scalp pulling him closer to your lips. 

“you’re so beautiful baby.” he whispers on your lips. jolting away you pull the covers up against you. hajime’s eyes widened, had he done something wrong? were you not into it? but then he spots the growing wetness on your lash line. 

“babygirl...” 

you think you might cry, no, you’re definitely going to cry. you know that hajime loves you. you know that. but right now the two of you are living in a crappy apartment with no AC with new jobs and now you’re pregnant? with triplets? you don’t even notice the tears until hajime’s wiping them away for you. 

“hajime i-” you croak, unintelligible words garbling out of your mouth. 

he doesn’t show it but on the inside it feels like he’s crumbling. you’re the love of life, and you’re crying right in front of him and he can’t even do anything, and it hurts more when he realizes that when he had gotten home ; you weren’t just tired, something was weighing on you and you couldn’t tell him. you felt like you couldn’t tell him.

you suck in a deep breath. “i need to show you something.”

---

you’re sitting across from him, eyebrows still wrinkled, fingers tapping away with worry. 

“close your eyes.”

“[name.]”

“just, close them, please.”

reaching into your bag you pull the flimsy piece of paper out. you can make out the three tiny bodies, all curled up against one another and one hand subconsciously rests on your stomach. and then a pair of arms wraps around you, placing their hands on your tummy. jerking up, you’re met face to face with a smiling hajime. 

“so, triplets?”

---

its later that night when hajime pops the question.

“why didn’t you want to tell me?”

he’s in a similar position from earlier. you’re back is tucked into his chest, his hands roaming your stomach. you shrug.

“i got scared. we’re not exactly living in an ideal situation for three babies to be running around, er crawling. and i threw up in the doctors office when they told me so i didn’t even want to think about what would happen if i told you.”

at that hajime laughs. you knock a punch to his arm, and give him a playful pinch on the cheek.

“triplets.” he muses out loud, “they’re going to have the best parents you know.”

“japans hottest resident at the university of tokyo’s hospital and a new writer for the asahi shimbun.”

“attending.” 

you whip around, and hajime grins at your expression.

“attending? since when?”

“oh,” he sighs, “maybe six hours ago.”

“HAJIME.” 

you punch him for real this time. 

---

hajime thinks this might be the best day of his life. he’s just become an attending at one of the biggest hospitals in japan, his wife is pregnant with triplets, triplets! he’s pressing kisses on to your bare belly, when he suddenly stops. 

“hajime?”

“we cannot tell oikawa about this”

[rvmmm21]

[ V V S her diamonds ]

summary : seungwan is an idiot, joohyun is an idiot. cupid rips his hair out in frustration.

small note : please yell at galaxygerbil for me. for putting justin freaking bieber’s ‘anyone’ in my head on loop for centuries and for the hectic mess that i am when i read their fics. this is an attempt the only genre i have been skirting around because i just cannot read/write angst. if this ages decently, yay.

p.s. characters are from my first wenrene university au (you know who i am?) so it’s identical in regards to characters and the au itself, but a different plot. 

tw : slight angst (but it’s all cupid’s), perpetual urge to scream.

[senior!irene x junior!wendy]

. . .

[5:15p.m.] Seungwan rushes past the temptation of bookshops, restaurants and arcades. She silently curses when she very nearly falls flat on her face from an uneven bit of pavement.

. . .

“Seungwan-ah!” Yerim calls out, retracting her debit card from the exasperated cashier and waving Seungwan towards her. “Come, hurry up and order something.”

The blonde shyly weaves through the crowded little arcade cafe, eliciting pointed looks and grunts from hungry patrons. She leaves the ‘I-dare-you-to-challenge-my-best-friend-right-now’ stare to Yerim. 

Seungwan reaches the counter with a huff. “What are you guys getting?” 

“I got bibimmyeon.” The younger glances over her shoulder at Seulgi who’s scrolling through her phone at the table in the corner. “Uh, i think Seul got pork mandu.”

Seungwan holds up two fingers and a polite smile. “Two bibimmyeon, please.”

The cashier inputs their orders with a click of a button, swiping Yerim’s card through the reader.

The duo shuffle away with a number card on a metal stand, heading for the table under the stairs. A harassed Seulgi barely notices her friends sitting down.

“You’re here?” She clicks her phone off and begins rummaging through her Muji pencil case for a pencil. “What did you get? I think we’re pulling an all-nighter.”

“Bibimmyeon, same as Yerimie.” Seungwan grimaces, more at the possibility of another sleepless night. But such is university life. Plus, she’d much rather her friends keep her accountable than procrastinate alone. Especially on projects that weighed so heavily on her final grade.

Yerim elbows Seungwan, who suddenly notices she’s the last to get her materials out.

Like clockwork, the three get to work, the clicking of their keyboards overtaken by frantic plastic clicking of various 90’s arcade machines.

Thankfully, food is served right as they’re wrapping up chapter three, the worst one of them all. Seungwan, Seulgi and Yerim scarf down their food like girls ten years starved, focused on feeding the demands of their stomachs rather than their assignments.

. . .

The sun retires past the blue-purple horizon, leaving three burnt out students standing outside a closed cafe, clutching laptops and notebooks in the dark. They hastily make plans again for next week’s study date, sweeping the forgotten all-nighter under the rug, all too eager to head home and shut the door in the faces of their due dates and exams.

“Same time next week?” Seungwan asks after a yawn.

Seulgi shakes her head, squinting at her calendar app. “I have dance tryouts then. Can we do Thursday instead? We can meet at the same time then, or even earlier.”

Yerim agrees to everything, seconds away from falling asleep on her feet. 

“Alright,” the blonde sighs, plugging the aux cable into her phone and flipping through her Spotify. “See you guys then. Yerimie bring your own highlighter next time.”

Everyone mumbles, turning their own ways.

. . .

“YAH!”

The rude exclamation of a tall, red-faced boy while his smaller friend stands meekly behind him blares attention bells to the furthest corner of their university cafeteria.

Seungwan pauses mid-chew to shush a pouting Yerim, who’s upset that her funny dog story was interrupted right as it was getting good. They face the commotion and Seungwan beholds a pair of steely eyes gazing boredly from underneath the brim of a black Yankee baseball cap.

That signature glare belongs to none other than Bae Joohyun, someone the junior recognises instantly from (truthfully much more than) one of their shared literature electives. And of course, beside her stands her equally as intimidating friends, Park Sooyoung and Kim Jennie. 

And the hothead is the only person who’d be stupid enough to challenge a trio like that: fresh campus casanova, Wong Lucas. Seungwan’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, but she isn’t surprised.

Everyone’s attention has been commanded now, but if the boy cared, he didn’t show it.

“Yah, freshman.” Jennie snaps, gripping her mocha latte and stepping to the front while Sooyoung suspiciously eyes him and his friend. “Speak with some respect. What’s wrong with you! We’re your seniors.”

The meek girl behind him looks terrified, curly mousy-brown ponytails shadowing the cold sweat visibly beading on her forehead. She almost moves to say something but Lucas stops her with a firm hand, turning back to continue berating the girl in the cap.

“You couldn’t even let her talk?!” The irony is lost on him, as a frown settles on his arched eyebrows, frustration frosting over his features. “She told me you rejected her before she could finish. Did you have to speak so rudely? Do you know how hard it is to confess?”

A hint of apprehension creeps into Sooyoung’s expression and Jennie fights the urge to splash her drink right in his face. Followed by the cup.

Bae Joohyun simply resists a yawn.

“Can you move? We’re busy.” 

It’s the first time she’s spoken since the outburst, and Seungwan feels her palms sweat.

The girl behind Lucas finally speaks. Her eyes are glossy and wide, overflowing with hurt and betrayal. “It’s okay, s-sunbae. B-but I… I was hoping we could still–”

“I’m not interested,” comes the cut and dry reply.

A bystander innocently tries to diffuse the rising tension. He lightly places his hand on the boy’s shoulder, darting his gaze between the two teams. “Alright I think that’s enough.” He turns to Lucas. “No need to be so hostile, be a gentleman and apologise.”

“Whatever.” Lucas irritatedly shrugs him off, piercing stare fixed on the senior who couldn’t look more disinterested. “You deserve it. You think you can just talk however you want just because you’re pretty? Self-centred trash, fix your attitude first.”

Sooyoung’s jaw drops, Jennie goes wide-eyed, and Yerim is fumbling around with the record button as quietly as she can. 

Seungwan’s heart quickens in pace.

Joohyun doesn’t even realise she’s lunging forward.

. . .

The cafeteria disperses with hushed whispers and repeated glances over shoulders until it’s just Seungwan, Seulgi and Yerim left. They’re glued to their seats, astounded at the sight of Wong Lucas on the ground, clutching his nose in pain while Song Yuqi stands frozen to the spot, paled in horror at witnessing her crush just sock her older brother square in the face.

It’s so silent save for the moaning and groaning from the floor.

“Did you see that?” Seungwan murmurs back at her friends, unaware that her eyes glint with obvious admiration. “That was kinda cool.”

Seulgi’s lip quirks in disbelief. “It’s definitely broken. Look at her, she’s insane.”

“Right?” Yerim snickers, already posting the video clip to their group chat. “Insanely co-ordinated. Best thing that’s happened all day.” 

“I’m gonna offer her a Band-Aid,” Seungwan spontaneously decides, ignorant to the horror plastered on both her friends’ faces.

Yerim makes tiny, urgent neck slice motions while Seulgi quickly yanks an eager Seungwan down hard by the sleeve.

“Ow, Seul!” The blonde mouths, brows furrowing in annoyance. 

The dancer takes the opportunity to knock some sense into her. “Seriously, are you crazy?” she whispers harshly, her own nerves flaring at the thought of being overheard. “It’s an insult! She’s going to kill you.”

Both girls try to stop their friend from making the dumbest decision of her life, but Seungwan frees herself from their frantically grasping limbs, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading to the crime scene.

She reaches just in time to feel Lucas brush angrily past them and out the doors. Yuqi slinks after him, casting Joohyun an apologetic look. 

Way to get rejected twice, Seungwan sympathises. Poor kid, with a sibling who’s an idiot Hercules. 

It takes all her willpower to wrestle her racing heartbeat and her self-preservation instinct into submission. The junior approaches with care, trying with everything she has to convey that she comes in peace.

Joohyun shifts her focus to her and Seungwan’s legs almost go jelly, but something about Joohyun draws her in like a spell. She hated playing good samaritan in situations like these, but it isn’t as though Seungwan hasn’t been dying to talk to her impossibly attractive senior since the first day of class.

You miss any chance you don’t take, right? Yes, obviously.

“H-hi sunbaes,” Seungwan greets with a cautious bow. This is the closest she’s been to the black velvet trio and it’s certainly leaving an impression. She doesn’t even have to look back to know that her block-head friends are gawping at the scene, wondering how their loser of a friend is so okay with dying at the age of twenty two.

Blinking, Seungwan washes her thoughts of how dazzling Joohyun looks, even when she looks like she’s out for blood. Especially when she looks like she’s out for blood.

Suddenly remembering the other reason she came over here, the small blonde holds out some alcohol wipes and Band-Aids like gifts. “Are you h– are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Joohyun responds curtly. She surely knows her icy stare crumples Seungwan’s insides like butter paper. Perhaps that’s why she does it. “It’s over.”

“A-are you sure your fist knows?” The junior tries, all too aware the girl in front of her could have her wiped off the face of the earth with the snap of her fingers.

A scowl ghosts across Joohyun’s face before she drops her eyes to where her fist is still clenched and trembling slightly.

Seungwan fills the silence with an awkward chuckle. “Just thought you might want to clean up after the battle.”

Jennie and Sooyoung’s unimpressed looks are replaced with shock when Joohyun actually accepts a wet wipe from the younger’s shaking hands. Her eyes are pinned to the wipe as it glazes over bruised, rosy knuckles.

The shorter girl internally swoons. Her mere offering has been received! – and not just received regularly, but received with a frosty ‘thank you’, to top it all off. 

As the three seniors are leaving, Seungwan secretly prays that Yerim used her brains and recorded this moment too.

She flinches out of her thought bubble when Seulgi lands a palm clumsily on her shoulder.

“Wah, daebak,” the Cadbury-haired dancer congratulates her crazy, bodacious friend. “So what was that, like your first date or something?”

Yerim scoffs, hooking her arm around Seulgi’s bicep and dragging her out. “Come on Seul, we might as well start eating bugs and singing ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’. Wannie unnie can’t see us anymore.”

Seungwan rushes after her best friends, picking up her pace when they break into a power walk to the bus station.

“Yerm-ah! Did you get that? Please tell me you got that!”

[bitterlikesweets]

Love Bites Ch 1

This is the first chapter of a modern/vampire AU ereri fanfic. You can also read it on AO3. 

Next

Eren doesn’t know why he let Mikasa and Armin convince him to come out tonight. 

As much as he would’ve loved to eat in a restaurant like Kuchel’s Kitchen a few months ago, he can’t help but be appalled as he stands like a traffic cone in the doorway, large and obviously out of place and in the way of everyone nearby. It looks nice enough from the outside—a little brick building squeezed between the local bookstore and a discount department store—but the inside smells like cheese and herbs and garlic, and Eren simply cannot believe his friends thought this was a good idea. 

His nose is already burning, but Mikasa has apparently grown tired of his hesitance and tugs on his arm.

“Come on, Eren, you can’t stand there all night,” she says, yanking him hard enough that he’s forced to stumble inside. 

“Can’t we eat somewhere else?” he asks, casting a wary glance around the restaurant. 

It’s close to closing, and most of the tables are empty. The white and yellow tiled floors even look freshly mopped. Eren winces when he makes eye contact with the red-haired waitress across the room and lowers his voice, quickly shifting his gaze away from her curious green eyes. 

“Anywhere else,” he hisses. “I mean, seriously, Italian?”

“You love Italian food,” Armin pipes up from behind Mikasa’s shoulder.

“I know, but—”

“You said you wanted to try being normal again, and this was our normal,” Mikasa says sharply, though her face suddenly twists and her dark-eyed gaze drops to the floor. “As close as we can get, anyway.”

When her grip on his arm loosens, Eren’s stomach painfully knots itself together, and he places his hand over hers. Armin comes closer, his hand coming to rest over Eren’s, and Eren heaves a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as they begin to burn as badly as his nose, though for different reasons. He lets himself take a deep breath for a moment, and he allows the smells to really hit his sensitive nose. Though the restaurant seems fairly new—Eren’s certainly never been here before—there’s familiarity in the smell of freshly-cooked food. 

“Okay,” he says after a moment, “let’s try to be normal.”

The waitress who watched their strange display of affection comes towards them, menus in hand, when they finally settle down at a table. Her gaze lingers just a bit longer on Eren, and he stiffens, pulling up the collar of his turtleneck, wondering if something has given him away. Did his sweater slip down and she saw the scar? Is it the turtleneck itself? It is the middle of summer, but it’s late and beyond its covering aspects, the sweater helps him deal with the way his body now runs cold. Surely, the night time chill is a good enough excuse.

The redhead walks away with the promise to bring their drinks—waters all around—without a word to Eren, but that gaze has him pulling his long hair out of its bun, hoping to cover whatever he can.

“Eren,” Mikasa says, nudging his foot under the table, “relax.”

“I’m trying,” he says. 

Trying to be normal again. That’s what they were going for. Trying to pretend that Eren hasn’t upended his entire schedule, changed jobs, switched all his classes to their evening sections, dropping them when it wasn’t possible. Trying to pretend that his family was okay, that there isn’t something burning within him, something that he hasn’t been able to shake for months now. 

Trying to pretend that the smells don’t hurt his nose, that his teeth aren’t too big for his mouth. That he’s not thirsty in the way the water won't fix. 

Yeah. Perfectly normal. 

He keeps himself busy with the menu and tries to think. Tries to pretend that he doesn’t notice when Armin and Mikasa sneak nervous glances in his direction.

The red-haired waitress is back within a few minutes, and Eren makes a point to not meet her gaze; he instead focuses on her messy pigtails, her short stature, and the movement of her hands as she quickly writes down their orders.

He completely averts his gaze when it’s time for him to make his special request. 

“With the lasagna,” he begins, and he feels like his neck is burning, like she’s staring right where his scar is, even though he knows that it’s covered. “Can it be made without garlic? I have… an allergy.”

“Uh… I’ll ask?” 

Eren makes the mistake of looking up and catching the funny look she sends his way before she walks back to the kitchen. He drags his hands across his face with a sigh. 

“I shouldn’t have let you convince me to do this,” Eren grumbles, glaring at his friends between his fingers. 

“We didn’t want you to continue rotting in your bedroom,” Mikasa says. 

“When you taste the food, it’ll all be worth it!” Armin adds with a smile, but Eren just sinks down in his chair, sipping at his water with a frown.

They’re silent until the waitress returns with their orders, and the sight of the steaming dishes does allow Eren to perk up for a moment. He pulls himself up to sit up straight, inhaling the steam rising off of his plate of lasagna. He notices when Mikasa and Armin smile at the sight of his actions, and he smiles back at them, grabbing his fork. His nose is still aching and twitching, but he puts it up to being the scent of the restaurant, or probably because of the close proximity to Armin’s shrimp and pesto pasta.

That thought is what makes the instant burn in his mouth such a surprise. He feels it, feels the way the forkful of lasagna seems like its burning through his tongue, like the sauce is acid. And then he hears it, hears the unpleasant sizzle, and it’s his body's instincts that make his teeth feel too big, too long, too sharp in his mouth. He nearly swallows the thing before Armin practically lunges across the table and presses a napkin to Eren’s mouth, reminding him that he needs to spit the thing out, not attempt to digest it. 

Eren feels like a kid as he spits into the napkin in Armin’s hand, wincing as that little bite slides across the expanse of his tongue, leaving a burning, painful trail across his taste buds. He coughs and wipes his mouth with his sleeve, startling himself when part of his breath comes out in a puff of smoke. Even with the food out of his mouth, the pain lingers, and he hears the flesh in his mouth sizzling and popping, like his saliva is carbonated. 

So much for normal. 

Mouth aching, but the immediate danger decidedly passed, he finally looks across the table at his friends. Well, friend, Eren notices with some confusion. Armin has gone back to his seat, staring miserably at the little napkin that he’s folding around the lump of just barely eaten lasagna, but Mikasa is suddenly nowhere to be found. He twists around in his chair, about to scan the room for her and then—

“What part of garlic allergy do you not fucking understand?!”

And like that, he’s found her. She’s cornering the waitress by the door to the kitchen, towering over the red-headed woman. Her hands are clenched into fists, and she’s practically shaking with rage. Eren can’t see her face, but knowing her for as long as he has, he can imagine the glare, the murderous intent in her eyes. 

“Sorry,” Eren hears, but it’s Armin’s voice, not the waitress’s. “I… I wanted to… Because I thought it’d be a good idea to let you have something similar to Mrs. Jaeger’s cooking—” 

“It’s fine,” Eren says quickly, struggling around his injured tongue and enlarged teeth. 

He doesn’t want to talk about it. Not now. Not yet. Not on their failure of a normal night. 

So Eren is grateful when Armin falls silent. 

Desperate to distract himself—both from the pain and from Armin’s guilty expression as the blond continues to wrap the lasagna lump in napkins like it's a little gift—Eren hurries to his feet and rushes over to where Mikasa is still bullying that poor waitress, though she has at least bothered to lower her voice a bit. 

“I swear, I thought I wrote it down—” the waitress begins.

“Well, either you didn’t, or your chef’s a selfish asshole who doesn’t care about his customers.”

Eren watches as the waitress's attitude suddenly shifts, green eyes narrowing into a glare. 

“Don’t talk about Levi like that,” she says, her voice low. 

“I’ll talk about him like that if he’s the idiot who fucked up my friend’s order,” Mikasa snapped back.

“Mikasa,” Eren warns, reaching out to grab her by the shoulder, to pull her back. 

“I said don’t—”

Whatever the waitress was going to say devolves into a screech as the door she was leaning on is abruptly pulled open, sending her toppling to the floor. The man with his hand on the handle looks down at the woman now sprawled on the floor with a frown. His gaze slowly rises to Mikasa and then shifts to Eren. Something instinctual, something he doesn’t quite understand makes Eren straighten up once that gray-blue gaze settles on him. 

“What’s going on?” the man asks, his gaze dropping to the waitress again. 

“Levi!” she exclaims, “I can explain—”

“One of the two of you nearly killed my friend, even though we specifically told her that he can’t have garlic,” Mikasa snaps, shaking off the hand that Eren forgot he still had placed on her shoulder. 

“Nearly killed is a bit of an exaggeration,” Eren says because they’re already making enough of a scene, and he seriously doesn’t know how he’s going to explain that his garlic “allergy” nearly burnt a hole through his tongue.

The man—Levi—wipes his hands on his apron, and Eren takes in his appearance. He’s a short man, black-haired, and despite the situation, Eren is distracted by the fact that the man is also wearing a turtleneck. Eren's grateful that he’s not the only one, that the stupid worry that he was sticking out like a sore thumb because of his clothes was probably just that—a stupid worry.

“Isabel,” Levi says to the waitress, “I don’t remember seeing a note that one of the dishes couldn’t have garlic.”

“I wrote it down, I swear!” Isabel quickly gets to her feet, careful to keep her distance from Mikasa all the while, and then she quickly pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket, presumably what she wrote their orders on. 

She leans closer to Levi, pointing to a spot on the page that he gazes at impassively.

“Isabel, that’s says ‘no gar.’”

“Yeah,” she replies, frowning up at Levi. “No gar. No garlic.”

Levi heaves a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 

“You can’t just make up new abbreviations without telling me—”

“I thought it was obvious!”

“Well, clearly it wasn’t. Why didn’t you just write out the whole word?”

“It’s not my fault that—”

Levi silences her with a heavy hand on her head, forcing her to dip her head in apology, and Levi quickly does the same. 

“I’m sorry for the actions of my employee,” Levi says, and it’s robotic, rehearsed. Eren wonders how many times the man has had to say these same words.

“It’s okay,” Eren says quickly, taking the chance to step in front of Mikasa and gradually nudge her away from the two restaurant employees. “Sorry about the fuss.”

“How bad was it?” Levi asks suddenly, his head still lowered. “The allergic reaction.”

Eren immediately turns to glare at Mikasa, who grows pale. How the hell is he supposed to explain? He doesn’t have any real allergies. He has no idea what they’re supposed to be like, but he’s eighty percent sure the trouble usually starts after the food’s ingested, not right when it hits a person’s tongue. 

“Not too bad,” Eren says after a moment, even though his tongue still feels raw and when he’s not careful he brushes the sensitive flesh with the sharp points of his teeth, which are still too fucking big, goddammit. 

“We’re lucky we noticed quickly,” Mikasa pipes up from behind Eren.

“I’ll compensate you,” Levi says, raising his head finally, and Eren doesn’t miss the way Isabel tries to shift her head and get the man to meet her gaze. A silent question that the man seems to pointedly ignore. “Are you old enough to drink?”

The word “drink” makes Eren freeze up, even though he’s sure that the man doesn’t mean it that way. He knows that there’s no way the man would know. But Eren's body goes rigid, and Mikasa’s nervous fingers clutching the back of his sweater don't ease his suspicions. He tries to swallow his nerves, but his tongue is heavy in his mouth and now there’s too much saliva and it just feels like he’s quietly choking. 

“Drink…?” he asks hesitantly.

“Are you of age?” Levi asks.

“I-uh, yeah, I’m—” Eren clears his throat, trying to get his mouth to catch up with his mind. “I’m twenty-two. So yes.”

Eren isn’t sure what part of his answer makes Levi raise a thin black eyebrow at him, but he’s just relieved the man was talking about alcohol. 

“Head back to your table,” Levi says, and he glances sidelong at Isabel. “I’ll serve you myself.”

The man turns on his heel and marches into the kitchen without another word, and Isabel quickly follows behind him, though she throws a final glare at Mikasa before closing the door behind them. Eren rubs his eyes with his cold palms and barely holds in a frustrated groan. 

He’s tired and he’s frustrated, and his injured tongue is not helping his thirst. If anything the pain is activating his body's desire to heal, and it's realizing it has nothing to work with. 

“Sorry,” Mikasa mumbles as they walk back to the table. 

Eren waves his hand at her dismissively, no longer in the mood. He’s just grateful that the restaurant was practically empty; he has no idea what he would do if there were even more people around to witness that disaster. He wants to go home, but he sits at the table and buries his face in his hands. He doesn’t know what would be more suspicious at this point; staying after Mikasa was so clearly upset, or leaving without getting whatever drink Levi is offering as compensation. 

“What just happened?” Armin asks, and Eren reluctantly raises his head out of his hands. “I couldn’t really hear from over here. What are we doing? Are we leaving?” 

Mikasa looks at Eren, which makes Armin look at Eren, so Eren stares at the table. He notices that Armin has tidied up their table, piling their utensils and barely touched plates. He’s already laid out cash to pay for the food too. Knowing Armin, he probably already calculated the tip. Eren sucks in a breath. They could probably leave now, with everything prepped for their quick departure like this. 

He tentatively presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and immediately flinches from the pain. His mouth is still hot, and although he’s concerned that alcohol might aggravate the injury even more, he would love something to cool his tongue down. 

“We’ll wait for the drink,” Eren says, “and then we leave and never come back.”

Armin nods, and Mikasa pulls up a chair, and the three friends wait in tense silence. Levi arrives within a few minutes with a glass of wine that he places in front of Eren. 

“I hope it suits your tastes,” Levi said, but his tone is surprisingly cold in comparison to the polite words. 

Eren slowly reaches out for the glass, not at all thrilled to have waited just for wine, which he’s never been particularly fond of, but when he feels the cool glass beneath his fingertips, he quickly changes his tune. 

As he pulls the drink to his lips, he catches the scent, and he can’t tell if he’s been smelling too many herbs or if the wine really does smell as delicious as Eren thinks it does. He takes a greedy sip without another thought, at first surprised because it’s a bit thicker than he remembers—

He chokes.

Mikasa’s on her feet in a second, and Armin is hurrying to Eren’s side of the table to see what’s wrong, but Eren’s too focused on Levi because he can’t believe—there’s no way that this man, this stranger, has willingly handed Eren a glass of blood.

Levi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move a single muscle in his face, even as Eren stares up at him incredulously. 

“You’re not going to finish?” the man asks after a moment of tense silence. “That stuff’s not cheap.”

Levi rolls his wrist, and Eren’s gaze is drawn to the movement, and he notices that there’s something beneath Levi’s sleeve, a lump that circles around the man’s wrist and extends a bit towards his forearm. 

Eren’s tongue is cool and his teeth are big and his mouth is dry even though that’s the first drink he’s had in months. He slams the glass down on the table, still half full with blood, and he gets up quickly, not even flinching at the screech of his chair dragging across the tile floors. He tries to wipe at his face with his sleeve but now that delicious smell is just smeared on his face and on his sleeve and Eren wants to down the rest of the blood in the glass but he also wants to vomit the amount that’s already in his stomach.

“Thanks for the food,” he says curtly, pushing past Levi. 

For the briefest of moments, Eren thinks he sees the man’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t matter because Eren is grabbing Mikasa by the arm and leading her out, and Armin is following and Eren never wants to set foot in this fucking place ever again. 

[queenangst]

bittersweet!! specifically, the last scene with katsuki and deku (i didn't actually realize you wrote this until i looked through your ao3 and found it SAKAJDSLKA it's one of my absolute favourites)

oh interesting!!!! tbh i feel like i haven’t thought about this fic in a while, so it will be nice to revisit. 

bewarned: the following commentary is me laughing at bakugou the entire time.

But there was someone in the dorms when they returned. Kacchan glared as they walked in.

Right away, this indicates and implies that Bakugou missed class (and was allowed to) for the specific reason of seeing Izuku when he came back. Bakugou is an actions person, not a words person, so... this tells you he really was concerned about Izuku.

"Took you long enough." He frowned at Izuku. "Taking the excuse to sleep for a billion hours, huh? Or to miss the test?"

"The test," Izuku said, horrified, as Kacchan strolled over. "I have to-"

"You'll make it up. Stop thinking so much." Aizawa-sensei made for the door, sighing.

HAHA, I love this part. Obviously, Kacchan can’t let anyone know what he’s actually thinking, so he makes fun of Izuku and pushes his buttons. And he absolutely cannot say anything when Aizawa is here. So he just gets mad instead. 

Aizawa is done with this.

"Here," Kacchan said. He shoved something at Izuku. A box. A nice one.

He forgot about the test. Forgot about everything as Izuku peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the box and saw- chocolate. No note, though, but inside the box was a crude drawing of Izuku with X's over his eyes.

I just thought about what a box of chocolates from Bakugou would look like. Nice, but it can’t be too nice, so he takes the time to draw Izuku with X’s over his eyes just to show that he does not like Izuku. No. Nope.

"It's you." Then Kacchan turned red. "And that's for you, but don't go telling anyone I gave you anything."

Kacchan had gotten- Kacchan had made—

Bakugou cannot hide it. He’s SO embarrassed. 

“You- you like me? Like, like? Like? Me?”

“Of course I don’t like you, you stupid idiot.” Kacchan folded his arms over his chest. He raised his voice like he had to make sure everyone in the vicinity could hear him. Even though the only one there was Aizawa-sensei, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. “I don’t like you at all. We're not 'just friends' because we're not even friends in the first place. Got it?”

Bakugou constantly has something to prove, and in this case, it’s the mortification that he’s done something for his rival, who is not his friend. And the chocolates are meant to be a platonic gift, not a romantic one, so I made sure to specify that in this scene... and over-specify that Bakugou doesn’t like Izuku. In any way. Not just friends, because not friends. LMAO BAKUGOU.

“But-” Izuku glanced down at the box of chocolates. “This is still… Kacchan, this is really nice. You— made this? All of it?”

Kacchan. And Kacchan had saved him, Kacchan had been the one to see him. Izuku wiped at his eyes.

Izuku knows. Of course he knows. Even when Bakugou isn’t saying it... he understands the fact that Bakugou took the time to make a box of chocolates. And more than the chocolates—to come for Izuku, and save him. And that means a lot. (So he’s crying). 

“Well.” Kacchan huffed. “Like I said. If I liked you, which I don’t, I’d do a much better job than some shitty villain, okay? I can wrap presents like nobody’s business. And chocolate’s not that hard to make when you have the internet. You need better standards.”

Cover the evidence. Cover the evidence. It’s not that hard to make chocolate it’s not- no...

Izuku unwrapped the chocolate. Then he split a piece in half and held it out. Kacchan looked at it for a moment, then at Izuku, and took it.

“Thank you, Kacchan,” he said softly, hoping Kacchan would understand what he was trying to say.

Okay, it’s such a little line, but it’s important. Let’s break it down... Bakugou makes Izuku chocolate. Izuku takes the gift, then splits it, offers a piece to Bakugou, and Bakugou takes it. 

It’s a tiny symbol of their friendship and current dynamic. Izuku offers, and for one of the first times Bakugou accepts something that Izuku is giving him. Chocolate, but... friendship.

“Yeah, yeah.” Kacchan almost smiled. “Just eat your fucking chocolate.”

You know that smile Bakugou does when he thinks no one is looking and he’s pleased?

Kacchan hadn’t put enough sugar. The chocolate was a bit too bitter, but Izuku wasn’t complaining. He liked dark chocolate. And Kacchan had known that.

This is also really important. Earlier in the fic, I mentioned Izuku’s like of dark chocolate. And despite everything, Bakugou making dark chocolate is a sign that he knows Izuku, even while he’ll deny it. And that he listens, and pays attention, to what Izuku likes. 

But the reason this really hits is because prior to this scene is:

He paused, then admitted, "I don't know what- what I did… to deserve it… it was like, she- Toga liked me, but I don't… I don't understand. Why it has to be me. Why she has to like me."

It came flooding out of him. "She sent me chocolates. I thought it was just. I shouldn't have trusted them, but I didn't know, and I. And I felt really sick and I couldn't move the way I wanted to and she- and she- and I didn't want to, but there wasn't anything I could do. And I don't understand. I don't understand."

Izuku feels used. He doesn’t understand. And Aizawa lists things he’s noticed about Izuku and tells him:

"She doesn't know those things," he told Izuku. He reached out and tapped the side of Izuku's head with a finger, and it was more comforting than anything Toga had done. "People who love you, people who care about you… they would know."

Bakugou knows.

Bonus: in fourth grade, my gifted-kids class made chocolate. I didn’t put enough sugar in my batch, so it ended up being pretty bitter. This is a nod to my own experience, and something I think Bakugou might do, haha!

"Happy Valentine's Day," Izuku offered.

"It's not Valentine's Day and you can fuck off," Kacchan said. But he bumped Izuku's shoulder, and he ate the too-bitter chocolate, and Izuku thought that wasn't bad at all for someone who didn't like him.

Bakugou refutes everything Izuku says. But in the end... he initiates contact (bumps Izuku’s shoulder), eats the chocolate (friendship), and well, his actions mean more than anything he really says out loud.

send me your favorite scene/chapter from one of my works + i’ll write commentary on it!

[bangcrizpychan]

3 Things I Love Most: Strawberries, Books, and My Dandy Boy

☆Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

☆Genre: FLUUUUFF, high school!au

☆Requested: Yes

☆Word count: 1.8k

☆Summary: A teeth-rotting story about two high school sweethearts that will make Willy Wonka shut down his factory.

The library is always quiet, probably because only a few goes there, just to study and stuff, but you? You were a regular(a/n: Cos I need a bag on the regular, okay sorry) and you treated this place like your own home. So there you were on your daily routine, reading your nth book, and to be honest, you're starting to think the librarian might adopt you for always being there. You were so immersed in your book that you didn't notice someone put a drink in front of you. The person cleared their throat and finally looked up, it was your boyfriend Seungmin. He gave you that adorable smile and pointed at his gift, it was a strawberry milk, your favorite.

"Are you crazy?! You can't bring food in here," you whispered and the latter just laughed, "I thought I would receive a 'thank you', not a scolding from my beautiful girlfriend." You blushed at the word beautiful, you started to panic when you felt your face starting to get red and you avoided Seungmin's stare.

"You should get used to me calling you beautiful, because you are".

"stop it," you grumbled and covered your scarlet face, heart beating faster than usual. Your current state made Seungmin chuckle, how can he not when you're being so cute?

You never imagined that someone like you could ever be in a relationship with someone like Seungmin, you were this shy bookworm, you only have one friend, and you're socially awkward. Your boyfriend on the other hand seems quiet at first, but he's actually really funny and loud, also, he's a part of this popular group at your school who, you may add, consists of absolutely stunning boys.

You only got close to him because your teacher chose him as your class partner last year, and you did have a lot in common, both of you like strawberries, you're clean freaks, and he keeps a journal like yours. Call it fate if you will.

"Hey y/n, do you like someone?" Seungmin asked as you continued to scribble down your chemistry notes. Both of you were in the library, you just influenced this boy to understand the comfort the library offers.

"Wh-why do you ask? D-do you like someone?" you stuttered, completely caught off-guard by his question, after spending time with him by studying together and even hanging out without talking about school, made you fall for him, hard.

"I do like someone actually," he admitted and put a finger on his chin as if he was thinking.

"oh," that was all you said, a part of you hopes that the girl he likes is you, but a part of you breaks when you think about him liking someone else.

"she must be really pretty then, and lucky," you said and played with your fingers, "she is really pretty, it's one of the reasons why I like her," and there goes your heart, you can't compete with someone that pretty. "why do you think she's lucky?" he questioned.

"Well, it's because you're a great guy and any girl will be lucky to have you. Have you tried confessing to her?"

He leaned back to his chair and smiled to himself, "I'm actually planning on confessing to her today," you felt tears threatening to fall from your eyes, "t-that's great, y-you're so brave S-seungmin-a," you lowered your head so he can't see your watering eyes.

"Apparently, she's a little dense too," he sighed, "completely naïve to the fact I'm talking about her," you looked up at him questioningly.

"W-what do you mean?"

"It's you y/n, the girl that I think is really pretty and I'd be lucky to have, is you".

You blinked your eyes too many times that it started to hurt, you mouth felt dry and you started to stutter 'what' 'why' 'really' that you didn't make sense at all.

"It's okay, I know that the person you like is me," he chuckled and you raised an eyebrow at him, "yeah, you're that obvious, y/n," you stiffled a laugh at your stupidity and at his cuteness.

"But I think it's better if you confirm whether I'm right or wrong," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I-I like you too, Seungmin," you finally confessed and you felt the world spinning around you, you cannot believe you just admitted your feelings. The library was too quiet and you were scared he might hear the pounding of your heart.

You ditched your homework and hung out with Seungmin the whole day, your first real date. It didn't stop there though, you did a lot of fun and sweet things together until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you gladly said yes.

You couldn't help but to smile at the memory, a blush creeping up to your cheeks, "What are you smiling at?" you noticed Seungmin already took a seat while you were busy reminiscing about the past.

"I just remembered when you confessed to me, and our relationship as a whole," you said and leaned over to peck his lips. He bit his lip to stop himself from smiling as his ears began to go red.

"Are you going to Chan hyung's party later?" he asked as you downed the strawberry milk. You wiped your mouth and shook your head, "I can't go Minnie, I still have a lot to arrange at my place," Seungmin nodded but it was obvious that he was kind of disappointed.

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You were at your new apartment, cleaning and organizing your stuff when your best friend and only friend, Yeri, suddenly entered your room, "why are you dressed up?" she was wearing a tight dress and bangles plus a face full of makeup.

"Why are you not dressed up?" she said and started to rummage around your suitcase. Since both of you are going to the same university anyway, you decided to get an apartment early so it won't be hard for you to adjust. Thankfully, both of your parents supported your decision and offered to pay your first five months of stay.

"I don't need to dress up, I'm not going anywhere," "you're not going to Chan's end of school party?!"

You stopped arranging your bookshelf and let out a heavy sigh, "you know I won't fit in there, and I can have fun here, I still have a lot of episodes to catch up with," you turned your back against her and shifted your attention back to your books.

"Oh come on, y/n! Loosen up! It's our last year of high school, you don't even need to drink, just be there and have fun!" she gripped your arm and jumped up and down like a child. You're not uptight, right? The definition of fun is different for each person, which in your dictionary, it means lying down in bed, binging on Netflix and bawling your eyes out when a sad scene appears. That's fun. Right?

"Plus! Your boyfriend is going to be there!" you stopped and thought about what you were going to do.

"Well, he kind of looked disappointed when I said I couldn't go to the party," Yeri nodded, urging you to continue, "I guess a break from Netflix wouldn't hurt".

Yeri squealed and hugged you, screaming 'thank you' in your ear while you just released a very unenthusiastic 'yay'.

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"I changed my mind, I'm going home," Yeri tutted and linked her arms with yours and basically dragged you towards the house. You were wearing denim shorts that was way too short for your liking and a crop top, you weren't completely uncomfortable, but you felt a little exposed because the outfit is so unlike you. Thankfully, you convinced her to only give you a light makeup but you had to wear heels in exchange.

You hated it. The music was too loud, people smelled like puke and alcohol, Why do people think this is fun? You thought. Yeri left you on the kitchen and went to find her boyfriend, "Wow, what a great friend I have."

"y/n?" someone called and you turned to the source of the sound, it was Hwang Hyunjin, one of your boyfriend's friend.

"Hey Hyunjin, have you seen Seungmin anywhere?" "Yeah, just stay here and I'll call him," and you were left alone again. You knew some of the guests and they were pretty surprised to see you at a party, you merely avoided conversations succefully and you took a lot of interest at a coffee maker.

Who was the genius that came up with the idea to make a machine that could easily ground coffee beans and create such a delicious beverage?

"You're not talking to the coffee maker out of boredom, are you?" you whipped your head and saw your boyfriend, who laughed at your wide-eyed look. He eyed you up and down, and you suddenly felt embarrassed, Seungmin noticed your discomfort and quickly discarded his jacket, he wrapped it around your waist and tied it tightly to the front so it won't fall out. You thanked him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

You met with his other clique of friends and surprisingly, they were all pretty nice and awesome. The DJ then suddenly called the crowd to the backyard and since you guys were already there, you were overwhelmed by the guests who either looked drunk or just wanna party.

You lost sight of Seungmin as you were being englufed by the huge crowd, someone accidentally pushed you and caused you to trip, and because you never wear heels in everyday basis, you fell. You grabbed your ankle and you were sure that a bruise will form tomorrow.

Seungmin saw you on the ground and came running towards you, "y/n! What happened?! Are you okay?!" "I'm fine Minnie, I just fell," he helped you get up but it was too painful so he carried you bridal style and went back inside the house. As he was carrying you, you took a moment to appreciate his face.

"You could take a picture if you like," he teased, and you quickly diverted your gaze, feeling embarrassed, "well, it's not my fault you're so good to look at," he chuckled at your cuteness and dropped you gently when you arrived at your destination.

You were at Chan's balcony, far from the crowd and the loud music, it was perfect. The view there was also amazing, with the moon shining so bright and your boyfriend massaging your sore ankle, you loved every second of it.

You stayed there in comfortable silence, enjoying your quiet time together.

"Hey y/n?", you looked at your boyfriend who stopped soothing the pain and was staring intently at you. You melted at his gaze but you mustered enough strength to release a small 'hmm' in response.

"I-I think I love you," you couldn't help the smile that was forming on your face. How can your boyfriend be so cute when he's confessing his love for you. You removed your feet from his touch and leaned over towards him.

"Minnie, there are three things I love most; strawberries, books, and you, my dandy boy."

You closed the gap between you and Seungmin, and at that moment, nothing else mattered but you and the thief you willingly gave your heart to.

[hidansama]

hii can you do shikamaru/naruto for that thing? i like them a lot together (sorry if uve done it before, i haven't seen it in that case)

you got it, dear anon! 

Gives nose/forehead kisses: naruto 100%. whenever shikamaru is frustrated/annoyed/stropping/any kind of negative emotion, naruto is there with plenty of kisses to get him to smile. shikamaru loves to pretend he doesn’t love these kisses, but he cannot help but smile.

Gets jealous the most: shikamaru will get jealous very easily, and gets all grumpy when people seem to be giving his boy a bit too much attention. ‘we get it, he’s popular, he’s the hero of the village and eeeveryone loves him, but c’mon, do they have to get so close to his face? he has a boyfriend, you know, who is RIGHT HERE so could you please get out of his face’ naruto is oblivious to people flirting with him, so he’s always surprised to see his boyfriend sulking behind his back.

Takes care of on sick days: shikamaru would try his best to look after a sick naruto, although it will be very troublesome, due to the fact that naruto is a whiny bitch when sick. he needs so much attention and demands ramen for every meal of the day.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: they both enjoy being in the water, as the sun gets really hot during the summer and they would rather be in the sea. naruto splashes around so much and shikamaru has to keep his distance at times, or he will drown the poor boy.

Brings the other lunch at work: naruto is never too busy to take time out of his day to bring lunch to his boy. food is very important to him, and he likes to make sure shikamaru is well feed too. they’ll often have a small lunch and a huge dinner in the evening, enough to put them both into a food coma.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: out of the two, naruto would show up at home one evening with a stupid grin on his face, which makes shikamaru’s brow raise in suspicion. he’d want shikamaru to pretend to be his sensei, which makes him laugh at first, thinking the blonde is joking. clearly, he isn’t, and shikamaru is happy to play along if that wipes the grin off his face.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: naruto is an embarrassing dancer drunk AND sober, but he doesn’t give a rats ass about what anyone thinks about him. shikamaru loves watching him dance, and will join him if he has a couple too many drinks.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: naruto has a whole drawer in his wardrobe full of matching items of clothing, which almost never see the light of day because shikamaru refuses to leave the house in matching frog onesies.. for halloween, he’ll meet naruto in the middle and wear something that isn’t too far out of his comfort zone.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: shikamaru definitely gets naruto something expensive when he becomes hokage, but they don’t normally get each other anything too flashy or big for christmas/new years. instead, they tend to just go out for a nice meal.

Makes the other eat breakfast: shikamaru naturally wakes up early, and likes to take advantage of the quiet house by making them breakfast while naruto is still snoozing. seeing a happy, sleepy, fluffy-haired boy appear into the kitchen ready for breakfast makes him very happy.

Remembers anniversaries: they are both equally bad at remembering anniversaries! shikamaru will remember a day prior and have a tiny moment of panic because he hasn’t thought of anything to give him or anything to do. luckily, naruto hasn’t planned anything either, so they end up with something on the spot and laugh about it, only for it to happen the next year too.

Brings up having kids first: naruto wants kids and will bring it up pretty quickly after they get together, which doesn’t come as a surprise to shikamaru at all. naruto has gotten a lot better at dealing with kids, and shikamaru isn’t against the idea at all as he’s had some practice with mirai. they end up adopting two kids, who are so loved by both of them.

Kills the bugs: naruto kills them after making a huge scene first, whereas shikamaru doesn’t care about bugs at all. ‘if they want to live in my house, who am i to stop them?’

First to define them as a couple: shikamaru will be the one to sit naruto down, and be all ‘we’ve been fucking for months now and we hold hands and do everything together, stop thinking we’re just friends and call me your boyfriend already’

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: shikamaru secretly loves baking but only does it when he’s home alone. for the longest time, he’d pretend the cakes were store bought (and naruto didn’t think to doubt it at all, silly boy) until naruto came home one evening to find his boyfriend wearing an apron and a wooden spoon in hand.

Snorts while laughing: naruto is always snorting while laughing, but the one and only time shikamaru did it, he could not stop talking about it for DAYS. “hey babe, remember when you snorted at my joke?? remember that one time? i’ll never be able to crack a joke that funny again”

[xenoredux]

Balto but its been rewritten 24 years after its release

Okay so here's the Balto rewrite lol. It's quite a bit different then The Actual Thing but the plot itself is much the same, as are the major beats of the story. I dropped a lotta goofy shit in there just because it made me laugh, but try and imagine this stuff happening as if it's from an actual 90s movie made by a studio on its last legs.

Some things to know going into it:

I cut out the live actions segments because they seriously didn't matter at all. Like, who cares. The plot is fine without them and I don't think that one line from Rosie at the end makes a huge difference. I guess it's nice to see the statue but even than it's like..... whatever

In my fantasy world, Balto was a standalone movie that didn't spark any sequels. Eventually I'll write out my version of the sequels if they'd actually been good, but in the universe of this rewrite for this film, a Balto "franchise" never existed, hence why the ending is sorta different

It's still a "historical" fiction that holds very little relation to the actual events. There's a touch more actual history in there, but c'mon. You're not reading talking dog movie fanfic to learn anything. Pick up a book if you care about the actual serum run and don't get on my juicy ass about it if some things remain inaccurate

Please also note that I didn't baby this as much as I should have, so some major plot elements that are kinda stupid are likely still in there (I'm not a good writer lbr). I don't believe this is necessarily "better" then the OG, I just tweaked some stuff that always pissed me off about it. I also re-included cut content I thought was more interesting and made more sense then what we ended up getting. 

There's also a handful of fake screenshots throughout for shits and giggles, and I'll likely have at least one or two more to share later this month. Some links to past character designs are also provided for easy reference so you can make up scenes in your head but with Brand Spankin’ New Designz.

So here's Balto v2.0!

The year is 1925, and it's wintertime in Nome, Alaska. Two dogsled teams are participating in a race. A malamute named Steele leads his team against a powerful, but older and more experienced mutt named Wild Joe. Steele, despite being a decorated and much beloved champion lead dog, is a massive dick, and he snaps at a critical moment at one of Joe's teammates. Joe's team wipes out, his chances of winning are in shambles, and Steele is waaay in the lead.

A flare is shot into the air to let the enthused waiting townsfolk know that Steele's team has passed the race's 3 mile mark. Meanwhile, watching from his perch on the balcony of a house, a wolfdog named Balto excitedly bounds back and forth, unable to contain his excitement. He simply cannot sit still despite the protests of his closest friend Boris, an old Russian-Jewish goose who isn't a fan of all the excitement. Balto drags Boris around the roofs of the houses, ignoring his chiding all the while, until he can see the finish line of the race.

Back down on Earth, a young girl named Rosie is inside a woodworker's shop. She's receiving a gift she adores: a beautiful handmade sled, perfectly fitted to her size. The sled includes a harness in front that also perfectly fits her dog, a purebred copper Siberian husky named Jenna. Rosie's parents playfully lecture her to not lose the sled like she loses her other belongings. Almost as quickly as she receives the sled, Rosie and Jenna are trotting down the street in their new getup.

Jenna comes to rest in the race's sidelines among a group of other female dogs. The smallest of them all, a Pomeranian named Dixie, chides Jenna for allowing herself to be made a sled dog, even if it is in the spirit of make believe. After all, a canine of her slender frame and social standing shouldn't be performing manual labor. Jenna sighs at her friend's internalized misogyny and eugenics talk, rolling her eyes as if to say "oh you!"

Nor should someone of her persuasion be meeting up with any strays, Dixie continues while going on to show her racist side, for Balto and Boris have just plodded up to the group. The other girls scoff and huff at Balto's arrival, but Jenna and Rosie both are glad to see him. Rosie gives the wolfdog a hug, telling him to keep outta sight of The Parental Units. Just then, Steele's team rounds the corner, and Rosie waves her hat at them as if it's a foam finger and this is the most arduous baseball game in history. A sudden gust of wind picks up her hat and sweeps it into the path of the oncoming team. Rosie begins to panic and, while Jenna soothes her, Balto runs out alongside the advancing sled team to retrieve it.

Balto manages to snag and deliver the hat before Steele passes the finish line, which visibly upsets Steele. His owner speaks to the man who leads Wild Joe's team. He seems unimpressed with Steele's performance, enough so that Wild Joe's owner admits it's likely time that Joe was retired. The two imply that if a sled dog can't even outrun Steele, it's time for him to hang up his harness, even if he is wearing a bitchin' little number they speak in awe of called "A Golden Collar", a veritable necklace of medals awarded to sled dogs who have proven they don't suck. As one can imagine, this pisses Steele off something fierce. He gazes into the reflection of his face in his own golden collar, getting a bit of anger-saliva on it in the process.

The important thing, of course, is that Balto managed to save Rosie's hat. Jenna thanks him and playfully teases him about how nuts he'd have to be to do something like run alongside a car made of dogs, to which the quiet Balto just smiles. Rosie's dad isn't smiling very much, though, because all he saw was the town's favorite punching bag running wild with his daughter's hat. He swears at Balto and kicks snow his way, spooking him into running off down the street. Rosie's dad herds his child away, scolding her for playing with wild animals, while Jenna tries to follow her friend. Unable to recognize where he's not wanted, Steele blocks Jenna's path and starts flexing about his elite gamer/sledding skills. The other girl dogs can barely contain their ovaries around him, but Jenna just politely excuses herself as Steele begins spouting off insensitive remarks about "the howler from the cannery".

But Balto's not going home just yet. He knows exactly how to navigate the neighborhood and find his companion. Boris complains about the cold and how much he's walked around today, so he pisses off back to to their place. Balto simply shrugs and wanders until he finds Jenna again. He trails behind her, hiding in various places along the street as Jenna follows her masters home. Jenna talks passionately about how she'd love to do something big and hella just to show up guys like Steele. Balto encouragingly comments on how he's sure she'd be the best at whatever she did, and she smiles at him in a particularly heterosexual way.

Eventually the two part ways, and Balto decides it's time to go home. As he trots along, he notices a glove that Rosie dropped. He smiles and rolls his eyes as he picks it up and turns to head to Jenna's and give it back. Unfortunately for him, Steele's ego bruises like a banana and heals just about as well, so the meat-headed malamute has dragged along his team to harass the town's token minority once he was alone. The only dog on the team who seems against harassing someone for something they can't control is Star, Steele's smaller, weaker, more cowardly little brother. Steele jeers at Star for being too much of a puss to participate in the g-rated hate crime before rolling a barrel in Balto's direction. Balto's bowled over by it and falls face first into a bucket.

Steele's team howls with laughter, then literally howls in an effort to insult Balto. The words "howler" and "feral" are thrown around a lot as Balto struggles to free his face from the pail. He never manages to, and before Steele can harass him some more, his musher calls out for him and the rest of the team. Steele calls his men to his side and makes his way out. The only one who trails behind is Star, who gingerly pops the bucket off of Balto's head. The two stare wordlessly at each other for a moment, the stunned Balto dwarfing the underdeveloped Star, before Star gets too scared to stay any longer and books it. Balto looks around himself for Rosie's mitten, but he can't find it. He sighs and begins heading towards the harbor.

As Balto walks through the cannery, the other stray and unloved dogs take notice of him and begin jeering at him. Despite how pitiful-looking they are, almost all of them feel the need to tell Balto in livid detail about just how shit he is in comparison because of his wolf heritage. Those who don't jeer hateful words hole up and hide from him as he passes them by.

Boris takes notice of Balto returning home, and he goes to wave to him with his one good wing before noticing something peculiar on the hill by the shoreline: wolves! A small pack of wolves take notice of Balto. They even begin howling to him. It's clear that they're inviting him to join their DnD party, and for a tense moment Boris is afraid Balto will run after them. But Balto simply shrinks away, shaking his head. His shoulders slump and he makes his way to the wrecked boat he and Boris live on.

Boris attempts to cheer Balto up with some wAcKy SlApStIcK cOmEdY before having to realize that harming himself is increasingly silly ways will not cure Balto's bigotry induced depression. He slumps against Balto as the two notice a flock of geese flying overhead. Balto asks Boris what it was like in "the old country", and Boris soothes in the most Russian voice ever conceived what are likely concerns he's heard many times before by assuring Balto he came to Alaska for good reason because the old country sucked. He also assures Balto that the busted wing he has was the best thing that ever happened to him, because it meant he got to live in Nome and find that lonely wolfdog kid those several years back. Balto can't help but crack a smile.

When the sun has gone down, Balto begins to leave the hovel he calls home. Boris reminds him to be careful on his nightly excursion to find food, to which Balto merely smiles and nods. He pads past the sleeping cannery dogs and back towards town.

Meanwhile, Jenna is sitting outside of the hospital doorway. She watches as her masters lead Rosie inside. Rosie's gotten a nasty cough, and she makes an odd wheezing noise when she breathes. As mom and pop speak to the very busy doctor, Rosie gazes out the window at Jenna, waving and smiling at her. Jenna stands up excitedly, but feels her heart sink into her stomach as Rosie has the sort of coughing fit a Flintstone's chewable can't fix. Her parents come to lead her away from the window. Jenna tries her damnedest to find a way to peer inside from around the back. There is a window, but she's unable to reach it, even as she's standing on her hind legs.

Balto, dirty from digging around in garbage, spots Jenna's vibrant red coat from across the way. He calls out to her softly, and though she does acknowledge his greeting, she barely responds. This concerns Balto, and he comes to join her under the window. She explains that she wants to see in, and Balto allows her to climb up and stand on his back to do so. She obliges, too worried about Rosie's well-being to thank him, and gazes longingly inside.

She climbs down from Balto a beat later, saying how she wishes she could understand what was happening in there. Most of what went on was just the doctor talking. Balto pauses and thinks for a moment, and then tells Jenna he has an idea. He leads her around to the boiler room placed adjunct to the hospital where the doctor's dog, a St. Bernard appropriately named Doc, spends his nights. The two make their way inside.

Doc is in fact there, snoring like a buzz-saw on crack. Balto gently wakes him up, and at first he's both annoyed to be woken and offput by The Wolfdog being in his face, but when Jenna explains the situation to him he becomes much more amiable. He leads the two over to the crawlspace under the hospital, stating there's far too much of him to love to allow him to fit under with them. Balto and Jenna thank him and go inside.

The two creep through the creepy underside of the hospital until they find themselves under a grate beneath the doctor's desk. The doctor discusses with the nurses how the children of Nome have diphtheria, a fast acting, aggressive disease that causes fatal epidemics. The anti-toxin he was able to treat the first few cases with has run out, and without it, all infected children will surely die within two weeks' time.

Jenna is unsurprisingly distraught at the idea of her favorite person on the planet dying a slow, painful death, so she scrambles out of the crawlspace and begins crying. Balto follows close behind her to see that Doc has already begun to comfort her. He apologizes for bringing Jenna here, to which Jenna states she's glad he did. Aside from Jenna's gentle sobbing, all is silent for a moment. Suddenly, a loud crash can be heard outside. Everyone turns to see Steele and his dogs have come back to ruin another scene. Doc becomes upset at the sudden influx of uninvited guests crowding up his personal space, so he goes to alert the doctor and get them all the fuck outta there. Meanwhile, the team menaces Balto while Steele tries to impress Jenna by pulling Rosie's missing mitten out of his collar. He offers to walk Jenna home to deliver it to her family as the team, lead by a pitifully unintimidating Star, back a snarling Balto into the corner.

Jenna's obviously not interested in Dog Gaston's posturing, but she's also got an IQ higher then 6 and understands that he's not going to go away simply because she asks him to. As Balto watches from out the corner of his eye, Jenna flirtatiously backs Steele into the glowing red boiler. She mutters something about meatballs under her breath as Steele begins to howl and shriek in pain. The smell of burning dog ass and the cries of a defeated jock archetype alert people to the scene, and all the dogs begin to scatter. Balto and Jenna try to join the reverse flash mob, but Steele flings himself hard into Balto and forces all of them to stumble. Lanterns shine in the literal dogpile's direction. Steele refuses to get off of Balto, so Balto insists that Jenna get away. She forgets about Rosie's mitten, which Balto snags to keep away from Steele's posturing self, and the men finally descend upon the dogs.

Someone pulls Steele off of Balto, and he begins making as if he's injured, intentionally limping and stumbling melodramatically around. The men start to make a fuss about the wolfdog injuring the town's best runner when one of them, Rosie's dad, notices his daughter's missing mitten in Balto's mouth. He begins yelling and kicking at the dog, going on about how he's dangerous and he'd better not go anywhere near his child ever again. Balto tucks tail and barrels out of town, and all the men stroke a miraculously healed Steele to compensate for the trauma of being attacked by a dog half his size.

As Balto pounds pavement, he passes the telegraph office, wherein an important message is being sent. A request for more anti-toxin to treat the epidemic is being relayed, and in it are the details of why this situation is uniquely urgent: the Alaskan winter is doing its worst, bringing blizzards severe enough that ships and planes alike cannot manage to deliver the medicine. Nome's best bet becomes obvious: use a train to deliver the medicine as closely to Nome as they can, then set up relay teams of sled dogs to receive and deliver the anti-toxin.

The morning after the message has been sent, the town organizes a race to test which dogs in town have the highest stats in stamina, speed, and agility. Almost every husky in town is lined up to race... all except a very upset Jenna, who keeps insisting the other dogs make room for her. Some dogs look at her with concern. Others laugh. But most of them seem convinced that her place is here in Nome, keeping her people company and not chipping any of her nails. Dixie tries to lead Jenna away from the race, but Jenna's so pissed that she angrily stomps away from the race altogether.

Balto, who has been hiding around town this whole time, slips out of the shadows to meet her. She vents loudly to him about being disallowed to participate because of the snot-nosed chauvinists running the race. If Balto didn't know the depth of her conviction before, he certainly does now; she begins to cry angry tears over what will happen to Rosie.

Balto can't stand to see a grown womandog cry, but he's worried about what will happen if he tries to line up with the other dogs. Everyone believes he attacked Steele, after all. Nobody would tolerate him joining the race... at least, not while they're all there. He wordlessly slips away from Jenna, assuring her he has a plan. In a moment he's disappeared. The race is about to start, and Boris has hobbled into town. He goes over to Jenna and begins complaining about how Balto didn't come home last night. Jenna tells him it's a long story, but that she's sure he'll turn up again soon. Maybe. Hopefully.

The starting gun is fired off, and the dogs take off with the speed and accuracy of drunken Nascar drivers. Just as soon as they've all bolted, Balto boltos past the starting line right in tow, which causes some reasonable upset among the crowd given word of Steele's definitely-real-not-made-up scuffle with the wolfdog has spread fast.

Despite the jeering Balto is faced with, he continues on. By this point, Jenna and Boris have noticed him running, and they begin to cheer him on as they scramble to keep up with him. Turns out wolves and their relatives are pretty fast.

In contrast to the other dogs, Balto's saving grace isn't just his speed, but his ingenuity. Balto breaks off of the track as he begins advancing on the dogs in an effort to avoid their snarling and snapping at him. He shows his cleverness by traversing obstacles like frozen ponds, hanging pulleys, and crumbling wooden beams that bridge buildings, all while maintaining pace with the other dogs. Any townsfolk who are capable of seeing him are too impressed with his abilities to remember his alleged attempted dogmurder.

To the surprise of literally nobody reading this, Balto manages to cross the finish line before anybody else, which includes an especially tilted Steele. Unexpectedly, several townsfolk cheer for our parkour-loving protagonist, and Balto's face lights up in pleasure, having never experienced praise from basically any human person.

Steele and Wild Joe's mushers come around to give Balto the once over, discussing how he'd be an invaluable asset to any team. Joe's musher believes he'd made a good replacement for Joe now that that dog's been laid off of his animaljob. Balto ingratiates his coy self with a gentle tail wag, and Steele has literally never been more angry in his life. His ego as sore as a freshly kicked-in face, Steele looks around for some way to prove Balto is totes nasty. A toothy grin spreads across his face as he spots Jenna leading a hobbling Boris over, and he quickly rushes the goose and snags him up, carrying him away.

Balto doesn't like seeing his surrogate feathered father being doghandled, so he snarls and chases after Steele, startling the men. The men follow Balto, who is following Steele, who is following his own evil agenda. Steele tosses Boris off the nearby harbor, and the bird struggles to collect himself in the icy water. Balto rushes Steele, still snarling. This spooks Steele's musher, and he begins throwing rocks at Balto. The man tells the wolfdog to stay away from his animal, and he states to Wild Joe's musher why Balto would be useless as a sled dog: he can't manage to get along with other canines. He's too wild. The two men collect Steele and depart as Balto similarly collects Boris, who is little more then a honking popsicle by now.

As Balto begins carrying Boris home, Jenna stops him and asks what happened. Balto gruffly states that Jenna's master would be angry to see her speaking to him. After all, he doesn't get along with other dogs given how wild he is. Jenna is so surprised by her friend lashing out at her that she can't speak, and she watches solemnly and wordlessly as Balto and Boris make like Rosie's health and disappear.

That night, the relay teams are being dispatched. The electric cross hanging on the church steeple is turned on - the pastor says that so long as there's hope for the children, the light will stay lit and the electric bill will stay high - and a handful of teams are sent out, including Steele's. The sick children watch from inside the hospital. Jenna watches from her new favorite spot just under one of the hospital's front windows, her face contorted in worry. From his ship, Balto ignores Boris's cacophanic snoring as he watches the teams head out. He gives a sigh.

A day passes as the relay teams power through the awful weather. Steele's team receives the medicine from another team who just had it delivered to them by train. Now Steele's gang is intended to deliver the medicine once again to the team of a dog named Togo. Unfortunately, Steele's unwarranted self-importance prevents this, as he dislikes the idea of not being the guy to deliver the goods to town. He tells Star that he doesn't need to follow the rules of the relay - he knows the way home and he can do this himself. He intentionally ignores the path to Togo and drags his team helplessly onward, and none of them but Star are any the wiser.

The governor's dog calls a meeting in the boiler room for all the other dogs in town. It's been longer then the townsfolk expected it to take for the meds to arrive, and everyone is getting ants in their collective pants. Balto watches the meeting from outside a window to maintain some discreetness. Doc tries to calm everybody down once they begin panicking, but they're all too much in a tizzy thinking about what will happen to the kids to hear him. Suddenly, the rabbling of the crowd is halted when a sharp, reverberating bark cuts through the noise. Everyone turns to the door.

In the doorframe stands the tall, bulky silhouette of an unknown beefcake. The dog steps into the light, and Wild Joe finally announces his presence verbally and not just cinematically. He informs the dogs that he's had a lot of time to wander since being unharnessed, and tonight he wandered by the telegraph office. He's a gifted enough fella to understand Morse code and the hopeless sighs of an old man sending 1800s text messages, and he informs the dogs that Steele's team broke the relay chain. Nobody knows where they are, which means, more importantly, nobody knows where the medicine is. Wild Joe suggests that the dogs make peace with the passing of their childfolk before he steps back outside and disappears into the snowy night.

Whatever the dogs inside the boiler room are saying, Balto can't hear it. Not just because their voices are drowning each other out, but because he's stricken with too much grief to care. Rosie has only been getting worse. What's going to happen to her?

Meanwhile in the hospital, the doctor is managing as well as one can to explain to the parents of the sick children that their one hope of salvation may or may not be lost to the elements forever. This barely registers with the horribly ill Rosie who, despite being in the same room as a doctor forcing her parents to confront her mortality, is now too sick to lift her head from her pillow. In an effort to afford their child a sliver of comfort, Rosie's folks allows Jenna into her room. Jenna pads loyally over to her girl, and for just a second Rosie's eyes flutter open. "Jenna?" is all she can manage to wheeze out before passing back into unconsciousness. Jenna gloomily rests her head on her owner's chest, whimpering softly.

Balto pads through town. Nobody is really out at night anymore. They're all crowding the hospital to keep close to their children. Balto's main goal is to find Jenna, to discuss this horrible thing with her, but he's distracted as he passes by the woodworker's shop. The same jolly man who had made Rosie her bitchin' new sled was now hunched sadly over a new, much less bitchin', much more morbid project: tiny coffins, each no bigger then 4 feet tall. A small collection of them has formed in a corner of the room. Balto shakes his head and gasps, breaking out of a stupor he was not previously aware he was in. Something has to be done.

The morning sun is peaking out over the horizon when Balto begins to depart from his home. He trots down from the harbor and along the shoreline, aiming to enter the forest the teams left through. Boris is plodding behind him, slipping around on frozen patches of sea water and flopping around in puddles of slush. He's going on and on, trying desperately to convince Balto not to waste his efforts on a town of people who'd be perfectly happy if he were dead. Balto doesn't reply, instead flashing Boris a solemn look. His eyes light up with new intention, and he grabs Boris by the beak, dragging him along as the old goose honks angrily.

Balto releases Boris as the two come to the back of the hospital. Jenna, who had once again settled out front, hears the commotion of the intensely pissed off bird wailing and honking. Balto wordlessly releases Boris, and just before Boris can complain further, Jenna comes over to the two. She and Balto share one miserable, knowing look before Jenna begins to cry. She presses her face into Balto's neck, weeping softly into his fur. Another child is herded into the hospital by a concerned parent. The girl wheezes and shakes violently as the door closes behind her. Boris looks on, all anger having subsided. 

Instead, he says in a very business-like tone that Balto needs to hurry up if he's going to find the lost team. And he shouldn't keep Boris waiting. Boris is an old man who hates waiting more then he hates traveling. Boris begins to waddle off back towards the forest, and Balto can't help but smile. Jenna presses the pause button on crying long enough to ask what Boris means, to which Balto states that neither he nor his old man can stand idly by any longer.

Jenna understands, and she insists that the two allow her to come with them. It pains her to leave Rosie, but the child is barely ever awake at this point, and inaction won't make the situation better. Balto's smile grows wider, and the three take off to find the missing team themselves.

Hours pass. The three haven't ceased their journey, nor does it seem they've given up hope. Boris certainly has got a lot to bitch about, though. And he does this loudly and frequently as Balto and Jenna lead the way, exchanging words. Jenna vents about how it's ludicrous that Steele, a gloryhound who loves the smell of his own farts, was even selected to do the relay given how hard he is to handle. Balto agrees, if a bit softly. Jenna interrogates him gingerly, asking what happened the day of the race. Balto admits that the townsfolk have gone even more sour on him as of late, and that he's been genuinely afraid to be around anybody now... except for Jenna, of course. Jenna reassures him with the same viciously heterosexual smile as before that she'll stand by him no matter what. Balto can't help but smile back.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the frozen over Hell that is Alaska, Steele is blindly trying to redirect his team onto the trail, but the trail has long gone from his sight. Star, exhausted and growing antsier by the minute, suggests turning around and going back; it's totally obvious now that they're lost. Steele buckles for just a moment before snapping at his brother about how he knows where he's going and, having just told the worst lie in history, begins running directionlessly through the blizzard.

Expectedly, this sends his team careening down into a gully he failed to notice on account of the whole reduced visibility thing. The sled tips over - though it seems the anti-toxin is still secured and unbroken - the musher falls out and hits his head on a rock, and the dogs tumble into a heap. Some of them are bruised. Some of them are worse. But nobody is dead, not even the flame dancing inside the musher's lantern. The only thing that looks dead is Steele's spirit. He stares wide eyed and panting as he realizes the team truly is lost. "What are we gonna do now, Steele?" Star asks hopelessly. Steele doesn't respond.

Night has fallen. It's cold as shit out in the forest, but the three musketeers haven't ceased their journeying yet. Boris, effectively feeding into every stereotype about old men ever, complains about how long this road trip has lasted. Neither Balto nor Jenna have the energy left to respond to him, so they don't. Boris gets huffy and says the kids can keep going if they want, but it's time for him to sleep. He decides to set up a nest on a large snowdrift, and Balto finally gets frustrated and turns to explain to Boris that there's no time to stop now. And then the snowdrift stands up.

A polar bear, hulking and powerful, is standing on its hind legs in front of the dogs. A screaming Russian goose is flapping around on the crown of its head, and the bear immediately begins trying to attack its winged hat. Balto leaps to his grandhonk's rescue, but the bear lands an easy hit on him and sends him flying. The goose isn't nearly as threatening as the wolfdog, so the bear turns to Balto, ready to tear him to pieces.

This understandably displeases Jenna, and she flings herself headlong into the bear to save her friends. She's more lithe and agile then Balto is, which makes it easy for her to dodge most of the bear's swings, but she's not as quick as Balto is, so she still ends up taking a pretty nasty blow to the legs. She flies across the forest floor and strikes Boris, knocking them both to the ground. Meanwhile, Balto's trying to deal with the bear situation on his own. He's not doing so hot, though, as the bear makes like a 90s sitcom bully and starts wailing on him. This sends Balto careening down a hill and across a frozen lake.

The bear quickly follows him. It doesn't seem to notice the ice below it cracking like splintering glass as it walks towards Balto, but Balto sure as hell does. And so do Jenna and Boris, who, despite their injuries, are scrambling to reach Balto before the ice gives. But they're too little too late. The bear takes another step and the busted ice snap crackle pops apart, taking the bear under as it shatters. Balto stumbles away from the gaping icehole that's growing larger and larger.

The bear is thrashing wildly around, foaming up the water and swinging its claws around in the air. Boris thinks fast and grabs Jenna's bandanna to toss out to Balto. As the bear struggles to grab both Balto and the edge of the ice, Balto snags hold of the bandanna and hangs on as his friends drag him from the freezing water. As Balto collapses to the ground, the bear's struggles begin to subside, and finally it drowns.

Balto is badly shaken, but ultimately unharmed. Jenna, however, bit total shit, and now that Balto is safe her strength has left her. Balto and Boris drag Jenna off the lake and lay her down. Balto lays down beside her, shivering hard from his time in the water. Without thinking about it, Jenna pulls herself on top of him, murmuring about how cold he is. Balto tries to argue she should go easy given her injury, but the two go silent instead, smiling gently at each other. Then Balto's eyes light up as he turns to Boris. He thanks the bird for not just saving him, but for coming along in the first place. Boris absolutely beams.

But his grin disappears when the dogs get up... and Jenna falls back down. Balto insists she's too hurt to continue the journey. After all, who knows when they'll find the team? Jenna tries to argue, but falters when Balto insists that without her help he'd be dead now, and he'd be devastated if something happened to her out here. Jenna asks Boris to take her back to Nome when she notices that he's waddled a short distance away. He's gazing intently at something, looking worried and guilty. Balto pads over to where Boris is staring into space to see what the fuss is about.

Turns out the fuss is about two hairy little things: twin polar bear cubs. One is slightly bigger then the other, though he may just be bigger boned then his brother. The two are huddled close to each other, whimpering and cooing. It's obvious they're very young, toddlers at most. "Oh no," murmurs Balto. The cubs gaze up at the two with wide, frightened eyes. Nobody has to guess what happened to their mother, and Balto feels himself overwhelmed with guilt too.

The cubs follow Boris closely as Balto goes back to Jenna. He tells her that he's sorry she can't continue the journey, but that she can help by keeping the bear cubs safe until they know what to do with them. Jenna agrees and the two smile warmly at each other. Jenna offers up her bandanna to Balto "to keep him warm" despite how small it is as Boris helps her onto a large tree branch. Boris begins instructing the cubs on how to help, going demanding grandad on them in record time, and Jenna wishes Balto good luck. Boris pulls Balto aside and, out of obligation to the source material, tells Balto that a dog cannot make such a journey alone... but maybe a wolf can. The group depart, leaving Balto by himself in the snow.

It's a snowy night in Nome. A somber mood hangs so thickly in the air that one can almost taste the chunky sadness. The streets are empty aside from one stray black mass. It's Wild Joe, makin' his way downtown. He passes the hospital and sees a child who is obviously ill but not in bed. Joe's face crinkles in pain as the child, a boy, coughs so hard he wracks his body in great tremors. Joe pulls himself away from the sight and, face to the ground, starts walking faster. In a moment he passes the telegraph office. His ears perk rhythmically to the beeps of the morse code. He whispers sweet nothings to himself like, "Cannot send more antitoxin. Weather too severe. Lost sled team only hope. Our prayers are with them."

Meanwhile, in a somehow less depressing part of the Alaskan tundra, Balto has finally caught sight of a glowing pink light. The wind is too hard for him to smell properly, but as he mounts a rise in the path, he can see clearly what rests at the bottom of the slope. It's the team! The pink glow is the light from the sled's lantern. Balto's so beside himself with joy that he throws himself headlong down the slope, previously unaware of how slippery the embankment really was. He only just manages to gain his footing at the bottom of the hill. The sled dogs look up at him in amazement, unfurling themselves from the miserable balls of fur they'd tried desperately to wrap themselves in. "Balto!" is heard in a wave of gasps.

Balto begins asking a slew of questions. What happened, is the musher okay, etc. etc. Everyone does their best to answer. Everyone, that is, except Steele, who has been sulking wordlessly since Balto arrived. Once he's gotten a satisfactory amount of info on the situation, Balto picks up one of the now empty harnesses on the sled and tells the dogs he can lead them home. Steele is none too pleased with this, and he steps on the harness, jerking it out of Balto's mouth. Steele insists the dogs will be able to find their way home by themselves - after all, he's leading them.

Everyone immediately becomes uncomfortable as the tension rises. Balto shrugs, assures Steele that he can do as he likes, but that the kids need the anti-toxin and they need it now. Balto knows the way back for certain, so he'd be happy to just take the medicine. Steele just about goes batshit at the suggestion, crouching over the crate of medicine like a wild animal, snarling at Balto. He threatens to rip Balto to pieces if he so much as tries to touch the crate. Someone tells Steele to lighten up, and Steele just about shits himself.

He flings himself headlong into Balto, telling him to get out and leave them be. In the scuffle, the medicine crate is tipped over, where it begins sliding down a tiny incline towards a cliff's edge. Balto eyes it nervously and tries to get to it, but Steele continually throws himself at Balto, snapping and snarling and threatening. The other dogs begin telling Steele to stop, that Balto isn't worth it. Star suggests that maybe just this once the howler might be useful, so the team might want to listen to him. Balto looks Steele dead in the eyes and tells him that children are going to die if everyone can't be all kumbaya for a second.

Steele sneers eerily and simple states that he doesn't care. And with that, he outright flings himself into Balto, tearing into him viciously enough to send him whimpering in pain. The fight halts for just a moment as Steele looks down at the wolfdog, who is now battered and bleeding. Steeles give a triumphant huff and bares his fangs before he notices something. The other dogs are advancing on him. They've stopped their gawking long enough to realize that Steele's intentions haven't just soured. They were never good in the first place. The medicine crate continues its gradual trip down the incline.

Steele is spooked by the dogs encircling him, and he demands they get away from him and back into their harnesses. Meanwhile, Balto, despite his injuries, has wormed his way over to the escaping crate of anti-death juice, finally securing it between his paws. Star turns and notices this, praising him. The other dogs gaze over at him too, finally realizing he's probably an okay guy actually. If Steele was angry before, he's furious now. He leaps over the hoard of dogs that had formed a tight circle around him and barrels at Balto and the medicine, screaming for the wolfdog to let it go. Balto quickly shoves the medicine away from the cliff as Steele snags him by the bandanna. The two dogs teeter totter on the side of the cliff before the bandanna rips in half. Steele unceremoniously falls off the cliff's edge, tumbling down into the valley below.

Balto cringes at the sight as Steele refuses to get up from his epic fail landing. Still, there's no time to lose. Balto hobbles over to the sled, surprised to find the other dogs are securing themselves in their harnesses. All except three, that is. One dog, a Chinook by the name of Kaltag, notices an especially icky wound on Balto's leg, and he uses what remains of Jenna's bandanna to wrap it. Another dog, a chow mix named Nikki, is placing the musher in the sled. The man's in rough shape, but he's still alive. Finally Balto takes his place at the head of the team, where Star is holding the harness up for him. Balto slips into it, and it fits like a glove. He takes a moment to breathe and marvel at the situation.

The dog sled takes off again. As it departs, a couple of white paws grapple their way up the cliff's edge. Steele hoists himself out of the valley. He's bruised all over, but he's alive, and he's none too happy. He wastes no time. He tucks the remains of Jenna's bandanna into his collar and begins rushing after the dogs. The guy may be bulky and injured, but he's full of enough rage adrenaline (ragedrenaline?) to overpower an elephant's higher thinking, and he's not slowing down til the sled has stopped.

It doesn't take long for Steele to catch up to Balto. He tells Balto to stop the sled and leave the team alone, but Balto insists Steele doesn't know the way. The other dogs all but tell Steele to fuck off given they've seen what kind of person he is, but Steele doesn't care. He pulls out a handy dandy trick he's been itching to repeat since the beginning of this summary and snaps at Balto's legs, tripping him up. Balto regains his footing quickly enough so as not to slow down the team, but oh no! A moment later, Steele snaps again, this time grabbing Balto's injured ankle.

The wolfdog can't recover so easily from that, and he falls over. The team goes tripping and spilling across the icy forest floor. Steele allows himself to fall behind and watch the destruction unfold. The team is barreling towards another cliff's edge, and Balto's meager frame isn't enough to cancel out the laws of inertia. Balto slides out of his harness as the other dogs try to stall their descent, finally bringing everything to a standstill as the crate of medicine teeters on the cliff's edge.

Balto dives forward and snags the crate, and the team praises him... seconds before the cliff's edge starts to crumble. As the rock breaks to pieces beneath his feet, Balto and the antitoxin fall into the snowy abyss below. "Aaaaaa," is how Kevin Bacon put it.

The next morning, everyone is abuzz is Nome. The people even pull themselves away from their sick kids in the excitement, curious to see what's happening. Something has arrived, though it's not the medicine. The dogs are equally riveted, huddled in the boiler room to discuss their own canine-centric news.  Turns out Jenna returned home the previous night, aided by two polar bear cubs and a goose. The dogs prattle on excitedly, asking a weary Jenna all about her journey. But, in all honesty, they seem most concerned with how - and further, why - Jenna would ever be brave or foolish enough to pair with a howler while on a wild goose/dog/plot chase.

Jenna tiredly begins to explain what happened, why the goose and bears were there, etc. when a ruckus can be heard outside. The dogs all look up, but nobody gets up. Not yet. A few moments pass, and then the door, which has been only halfway open up to this point, swings open in full. Standing in the doorway is Togo's team, along with an exhausted looking Steele. Togo remarks that they found the dumb jock wandering delirious through the cold. He was just lucky enough to meander past their relay station. Togo shrugs and leaves the room.

Everyone immediately starts flipping shit again, asking a new flurry of questions so loudly they drown each other out. Finally, Steele breaks the silence by asking "Where's Jenna?" Everyone goes quiet and looks over at the token girl husky. Steele pads over to the middle of the room, looking at Jenna but speaking to everyone, as he explains in a voice so sincere it's sickening that his team died in the cold. Balto did in fact find him, the last dog alive, but all he cared about was taking the anti-toxin away. Balto never meant well, Steele asserts, his chest heaving with every passionate word. All he wanted to do was get back at the town for turning its back on him! Everyone gasps except Jenna and a stoic figure sitting in the corner of the room.

Steele says that Balto took the anti-toxin and, in a desperate effort to get revenge on Nome for never accepting his boorish, violent ways, threw it and himself over the edge of a cliff. The medicine, and presumably every bone in the wolfdog's body, shattered on impact. Why, Steele even tried heroically to stop Balto from this suicide mission by grabbing him by Jenna's bandanna, but... He punctuates his speech by handing Jenna the remains of her neckerchief. She gapes at it.

Steele says that this has been a tragedy for certain, but all the dogs must band together and be strong. Heck, he even generously offers to be a shoulder for Jenna to cry on in her time of need. Such a noble guy, that Steele. Except Jenna has a finely tuned 6th sense she uses solely to detect bullshit, and it's going crazy right now. She tells Steele to his face that she knows he's lying. Balto isn't violent. In fact, the primary reason he left to find the team was to save the children. To save Rosie.

The dogs in the crowd begin to murmur among themselves, but Steele casually states that it's such a shame the wolfdog managed to manipulate Jenna so efficiently that she honestly never saw him going feral, never considered his more selfish motives. Steele reminds the room of dogs that Balto attacked him several times before the relay teams were dispatched. Everyone seems a bit swayed by the reminder.

Everyone's trains of thoughts are prevented from actually leaving the station by the dog in the corner clearing his throat. Surprise surprise, the mysterious guy in the shadows was Wild Joe, resident lurker. Steele almost looks intimidated as the dog pads over to him. Joe basically goes off on Steele, detailing how it's hard to believe a dog who has proven himself violent for the sake of winning, is mysteriously the only dog out of about 15 to survive, and thinks himself a hero despite failing to bring back even one ounce of medicine. Everyone is silent as Joe and Steele glare daggers at each other.

Steele huffs at Joe and leaves the room, stating that he won't be insulted this way after having had such a traumatic experience. The dogs watch Steele go, then look at Joe and Jenna, then awkwardly begin to file out. There's nothing else of importance to be said, and damn has it gotten awkward in here.

When the two are alone, Jenna quietly thanks Joe for believing her. Joe snorts and states that he knows what Steele is like and he knows when he's lying. Then Joe tells Jenna plainly that he doesn't have much hope of the anti-toxin arriving, and that even if it did it's too late for his fallen boy. Taken aback at the realization, Jenna expresses sympathy for Joe, but encourages him to keep his chin up. Balto is a dependable dog who won't let the town down, because despite everything he's faced, he understands how important this is. Joe smiles for probably the first time in 50 years, then asks Jenna where the goose and bears she mentioned went.

That night, the electric cross on the church steeple turns off. Rosie's mother notices this from the hospital window, and her husband hopelessly wraps her in a hug. Rosie's condition continues to worsen.

While this is happening, Jenna abandons her post under the hospital window and leads Wild Joe to Balto's boat. Some of the dogs at the cannery ogle Jenna, but Joe sets them straight with a well directed glare and a scolding about the male gaze. Boris and the bear cubs are understandably shaken when they are met with a sentient hunk of muscle, but Jenna assures them that Joe is a friend. Joe makes himself comfortable in Balto's home and asks the goose if he can wait for Balto to come back with him. The two cubs remain anxious around the old dog, who playfully teases them by asking if they think he's gonna turn them into mukluks.

As all this is going on, miles away at the previously mentioned snowy abyss, the snow in the depths of the gorge begins to shift. In a few labored, measured movements, Balto manages to pull himself from the snowbank. He collapses exhausted back into the snow, realizing how dire the situation has truly become. God only knows where the medicine has fallen, let alone whether or not it's shattered. "Kids... Rosie... I'm sorry," is all he can manage to mouth as he begins to weep.

Soundlessly, a large mass moves across the snowy terrain towards him. The world is a void of white, and the figure is too, but when he looks up, Balto can just make out the dark features of a canine face. A majestic white wolf, large enough to dwarf any dog, is gazing down at him with vibrant amber eyes. The wolf howls, then pauses as if waiting for Balto to respond. He doesn't, instead shrinking away in embarrassment. The wolf gives him a strange look, then gazes past him for a moment, then finally withdraws, quickly disappearing from view.

Balto allows his eyes to wander. Suddenly, those wandering eyes widen. The medicine. It's sitting unharmed no more then 10 feet away. And after offering the cliffside its own glance, he believes it might be possible to get it back up.

Balto rises slowly but surely to his feet. He eyes the tracks the white wolf left behind as it departed. He reaches out a paw to touch one, and quickly realizes that his paw fits inside it perfectly. His shame melts away. He raises his head up high, nose aimed at the moon, and lets loose a howl.

As if by magic, the white wolf reappears in the fog. Balto continues to howl, feeling as if it's the most natural thing he's ever done. The wolf rejoins him, and it fills the air with its own howls. The blizzard rages on around the two, but for just a moment it feels as if the world around them shimmers with a newfound clarity.

Up on top of the cliff, the sled team is huddling close together. Their spirits all seem to have been broken by what they presumed was Balto's death and the lose of the medicine. The dogs straighten up, however, upon hearing... the howling of wolves? Everyone huddles in closer together, suddenly terrified. A second later, though, they realize the howling has stopped, effectively being replaced with the sound of shuffling snow. Wait, huh? Everyone peers over the cliffside.

It's Balto, very much not dead, and very much pulling the unharmed crate of anti-toxin behind him. The dogs yap with joy, cheering Balto on as he mounts the cliff. The moment he's within reach, several dogs lift him and the crate the rest of the way up. Balto collapses in the snow, absolutely pooped. He lies there for just a moment, beaming coyly as the dogs praise him for his feat. Is this what it's like to be respected? When Balto can stand again, the dogs go through the motions once more: musher in sled, lantern on crate, crate secured, Balto up front. And nothing can stop them now.

Well, they figure as much, anyway. But they're proven wrong a short while later. The team enters a deep valley, surrounded on all sides like a great white bowl made of high pale mountains. The air is eerily still. And then, breaking the silence, someone sneezes. The sound reverberates around the cereal bowl that is the mountain range. A moment later, a cascade of snowfall begins barreling down the steepest mountain. An avalanche! The team runs for cover in the nearest cave.

As the team enters the cave, the sled thumps loudly against the ground. The dogs hazard a look up as the tinkling sound of ice on ice becomes apparent. To their horror, they see a barrage of icicles begin to plummet down towards them. One severs the handles at the back of the sled, only inches away from the musher's head. Another slams down just beside the medicine crate, causing everyone to promptly flip shit. The team rockets forward as quickly as they can, just managing to clear the cave as the worst of the icicles shatters behind them. Okay, NOW it's gotta be over, right?

Dawn is just about to break. The cannery dogs are all struggling to rest in the cold weather. One of them, a shabby, long nosed creature, gently lifts an ear in his sleep. Some sort of sound is reverbing in the distance, so far away that it can't reach the true populace of Nome. But it's there, and it rouses him awake. Other dogs begin to take notice as well. On Balto's boat, the twin cubs follow Boris to the railing as they listen. The sound starts as a very low bellow, but soon it becomes clear...

Someone is howling. It's a foghorn! It's a train! No, it's... Balto!

Balto lets out another very primitive howl as he and the team advance towards the cannery. Everyone is overcome with joy. They're so close! The cannery dogs begin running to meet the team, eyes bulging in surprise. They didn't expect this because they really only skimmed the story up to this point. The sled team keeps pace, everyone acknowledging the cannery dogs with excited yips, as they continue towards town. Boris and the cubs climb out of the boat to greet Balto.

But the team is brought to a halt as a dog steps directly in front of the sled, unmoving. Everyone rams into one another, but at least the medicine isn't being flung off a cliff this time. The dog who stopped them is, of course, Steele. His bi-colored eyes shimmer menacingly as the sled's lantern's light reflects off of them. He says he's amazed that the dogs made it home, sarcastically giving Balto in particular a "Bravo". Very cute, very heroic.

But what does Balto expect to happen? Does he think all the townspeople are just going to accept that some guy they've always hated brought the medicine back? Balto has no idea what he's gotten himself into. His only choice, obviously, is to slip out of the harness and allow Steele to lead the team back into Nome. Now.

Wild Joe leaps out of Balto's ship, finally coming to see what all the hubbub was about. He pushes his way through the crowd of stunned cannery dogs and glares daggers at Steele, telling him that he never deserved to be the lead dog and now he's still so greedy for glory that he's holding up the cure for a child killing illness. Steele snarls at Joe, clearly not caring about his opinion. Then the other dogs in the crowd begin jeering "Yeah!" and "You tell him!" and various other cliches meant to show solidarity.

But the real surprise comes when the only dog who actually does slip out of his harness is Star. "Steele doesn't deserve credit for this!" Star spits at his big brother. "In fact, he doesn't even deserve the golden collar he's wearing! All he's ever done is boss everyone around. He's bossed me around since we were pups." Everyone's eyes drift towards Steele's neck. The golden collar and all the medals adorning it shimmer dimly. "You're the hero here, Balto," Star continues. "You deserve that collar. And you're gonna wear it."

He steps towards a stunned Steele, looking as frightened but unflappable as a weeaboo asking out a girl he likes, and lunges at Steele's throat. He yanks the collar off in one swift tug, stepping back and letting it fall to the ground at Balto's feet.

Everyone looks equally amazed at the sight of Star standing up to the guy who's shat on him his whole life. Balto looks at the collar before him, then at Star, then at Steele. "Thank you," he says awkwardly, "but he can keep it. It obviously means more to him then the kids do."

Now Steele is Peak Tilted. The team moves forward again, bypassing Steele and stepping on his collar as they do. Steele stands, chest heaving, for a moment's time before he loudly snaps "no" and drives himself at the team. He shoves cannery dogs out of the way left and right as he plummets towards Balto. Balto notices and comes to a stop beside a coal shoot. The team warns him to LOOK OUT BRUH and Steele flies at him, mouth agape and ready to bite. Just as Steele is about to land on Balto, Balto rolls over, sending Steele tripping over him in the process.

The coal shoot's hatch opens as Steele lands against the lever behind it. Steele tries to claw his way up out of the slowly opening hatch as the other dogs watch horrified. Balto tries to reach out to him, but it's too late. A load of coal drops down from another hatch above the ground. Hundreds of hunks from hell hit the hedonistic Steele as his grip slips. He screams as he falls down the shaft below, a 2 ton torrent of coal following right behind him. Eventually all that can be heard is the sound of stray chunks of coal bouncing around in the shaft. The sound fades as both hatches close. Steele is gone.

Wild Joe walks over, gazes at the closed hatch, and gives a low grunt. He laments on how it couldn't have happened to a nicer dog, then turns to Balto. He says that Balto can't stand around all day when he's got medicine to deliver. But first there's something he needs to do. Star was right, Balto does deserve a collar. And to make sure he has one, Wild Joe slips his own golden collar off his neck, effectively stripping naked in public, and puts it on Balto. Balto is awed. Boris comes up behind him and wraps a wing around him, complimenting him on his new look. Joe tells everyone to hurry into town, and so they do. Balto lets up a torrent of howls once more.

The team FINALLY enters town, and already a whole slew of townsfolk have gathered to see what's going on. They can't contain their relief and their joy upon seeing the medicine has honest to God arrived. Balto brings the team to a stop right in front of the hospital, and immediately the doctor and several other people pry open the crate. A wave of people descend upon the dogs of the team, petting and hugging them. Balto is no exception to this, as people he never expected to respect him begin rubbing his ears and stroking his back.

One of those people is Rosie's father. He hesitates for a second before stroking Balto's head, then leans down and wraps his arms around the dog's neck. Balto withdraws for a moment, but then allows himself to be held. When he's satisfied with the amount of wolfdog hugging he's done, the man coaxes Balto into the hospital, where the staff is already going about administering the anti-toxin to the children.

Balto is brought in to meet Rosie. It's been some time since he's seen her, and she's just been given her injection of the medicine. She's still too weak to lift her head, but she smiles at him all the same. She reaches out her hand to stroke his muzzle, and he licks her. "Balto," she cooes half asleep, "I'd've been lost without you."

She gives a sigh and begins to snore gently, and Balto considers this an appropriate time to head outski. As he turns to leave, he sees Jenna in the doorway, her face scrunched tight in a misty-eyed grin.

The two dogs throw themselves into each other, romping in the doorway. Jenna allows herself to weep, and even Balto's eyes get a little wet. Part of her had truly believed she'd never see her closest friend again. As the two pause and settle back down, she goes to git it and plants a kiss (or the dog equivalent of one I guess) on his nose. He returns the gesture and the two lean into one another. They sit in an embrace as the town continues its celebrating.

A year has passed. Balto, Joe's golden collar still adorning his neck, runs across the cannery harbor to the boat he used to live in. Boris can be seen teaching Luk how to sweep the deck with a poorly held together broom. Muk watches in amusement. Balto calls to Boris that it's time and that he and the kids are invited if they'd like to come along. Boris, overjoyed, leaps onto Muk's back and tells the cubs to pretend they're Paul Revere and hurry up. Everyone who lives in the cannery greets Balto as he rushes by.

Balto passes Dixie on the street as everyone hurries along. Dixie's owner is offput by the presence of the polar bear cubs hi hello what the hell, but Dixie nonchalantly asks Balto what all the fuss is about. Balto explains that it's time, and Dixie congratulates him. He continues his trek, and it goes very much like it did when he was competing in the trial race before the Great Race of Mercy took place.

Finally, Balto reaches the hospital's boiler room. Inside huddle a small crowd: Rosie, her parents, Wild Joe (who is looking a little green), Doc, the actual doc, and, of course, Jenna. Jenna's the center of attention, and she's clearly exhausted. But she's not so exhausted that she can't look up at Balto with a smile on her face. Wild Joe grabs the blanket that she's tucked into and pulls it off of her as Balto and his friends gaze over her.

A litter of 6 puppies whimper out complaints as they reorganize themselves against their mother's warm belly. They're sickeningly precious, squeaking and huddling together. Most of the little ones are varying shades of red like their mother, but the smallest newborn looks remarkably like her father. She lifts her tiny, trembling head and lets out quite possibly the smallest howl any living thing has ever uttered. Everyone chuckles, and Balto leans his head into Jenna's cheek. Their faces are awash with pride.

So there you have it, Balto But Not Balto But Still Balto. Happy 24th year of existing, you trashfire of a movie you. I genuinely love this movie more then I should, and this has been fun to work on. Later this month I'll dump some more Balto stuff here, but it's just about time for me to start a new project for this blog. Hope yous guys enjoyed the wolfdoggy content. Cheers.

[queenjunoking]

Wolf Taming pt 42

CW: Noncon - Pain - Abuse - Torture

This particular entry is a bit more violent than most of the other ones so I thought I should give a heads up.

Z

Sonja doubled over my knee, seemingly surprised at what I did. I really couldn't imagine why. I pushed her over and onto the floor as I decided to go check out what items she had laid out on the table nearby.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Sonja yelled as she got back to her feet, glaring at me. “If you want your stupid slave back you better fucking listen to me you worthless bitch!”

I looked over the items available and picked up one of the flip knives. “You’re very stupid, you know that right?”

“Excuse me!” Sonja was livid, her face had gone a deep red.

“I read the stupid contract. The parts that mattered anyway. You cannot maim or kill me. Unsurprisingly those conditions don’t apply the other way around.” I pressed the button on the knife and the blade flipped out to accentuate my words. I watched her look at the knife, then back at me. “Your job is to break people. Targets don’t cooperate right away. I am your target and you were dumb enough to just approach me and asked what I wanted. It’s your job to secure the person you’re breaking.”

I threw the knife at her as hard as I could and heard her scream as the blade sunk into her shoulder. “You are a barrier between me and what I want. If you want to break me you’ll need to get me to submit.” I picked up another knife off the table and turned back to Sonja, watching as she yanked the blade out of her shoulder.

“Oh, you’re going to submit. You’re a washed up has been. I was just trying to be nice to you before I felt sorry for you. I was trying to give you a bit of dignity. But if you want to be humiliated I am more than happy to oblige.”

“Sonja, you might think you’re in charge of this room. That this is your chamber. But it isn’t. I’m not locked up in this room with you right now. This isn’t your special little chamber in the auction house.” I looked at the table one more time and picked up a taser sitting there. I pressed the button and watched the electricity arc between the prongs.

I walked slowly towards her with a smile. “No Sonja. You’re currently in a locked room with me. You decided to stand between me and Sasha. You will understand your mistakes. Unfortunately you aren’t going to get the chance to learn from them.”

I watched Sonja back up to the door and try turning the knob. Subtly at first, but it quickly became desperate. “Someone open the door!”

No one answered her prayers.

I kept walking towards her and she decided to finally take a stand. She held the blade she had pulled from her shoulder in front of her, acting like it was some kind of threat. After I walked a few more feet she lunged at me with the knife.

Everything Sonja did betrayed her. She talked big, but she was obviously very new to all of this. I moved out of the way and tripped her, sending her face first into the ground.

I slipped my foot under her and kicked her over. She tried to reach for the knife so I stomped on her hand. She yelped, pulled it back and looked up at me, I could see the glint of fear in her eye. This was the real Sonja, not the big talker that had entered the room. Little by little I was pulling away the facade.

I decided to just get this over with. I stood over her and sat on on her stomach, listening to her gasp as the air left her. She tried to talk but there was nothing left in her lungs to form words with. She desperately tried to push me off, so I punched her. First with my left hand. Then my right. Then with the left again. She covered her face and I took the opportunity to take the taser and place it against her neck and press the button.

I could feel her convulse under me, my weight the only thing keeping her in place. I gave her a second jolt for good measure before I got off of her. I looked around the room to decide what to do next when I spied a chair sitting off to the side. It would have to do.

I grabbed Sonja’s convulsing body by her hair and started to pull her across the room.She desperately tried to regain control of her limbs to stand back up, but was doing a poor job of it. I pulled her over to a chair, a nicely shaped chair that looked like what you might find in a gynecologist office. Though the ones in the office probably lacked locking straps for the head, legs and feet. I picked her up and dropped her none too gently onto it before strapping her down.

“You’re going to l-let me go or I’m going to make you a bloody smear on the w-wall.” Sonja managed to stammer out, but it was too late for her to save herself. We had reached the point in the process that the victim had no chance of escape.

I ignored her for the time being. If anyone was going to stop me they were taking a while to get here. I began looking through the items in the room to see what all Sonja requested. Mostly torture instruments, not much I typically used. But eventually I found the kinds of things I was looking for.

The first thing I found was a small spray bottle of liquid. I made an assumption about what it was and hung it around my belt loop. I found a powerful vibrator meant to be attached to the edge of the chair. I began to set it up as Sonja suddenly started to struggle more. “Get that thing away from me! If you don’t let me go this instant I will make sure you won’t ever see that stupid slave of yours again!”

After I got the vibrator in place I got up and stood behind her. I whispered into her ear. “Don’t you want to feel good, Sonja? Just let me do my thing and soon you’ll never have to worry about ridiculous things like being a breaker again. You’ll get to be where you truly belong.”

“Someone stop her! This wasn’t part of the deal!” Sonja screamed at the window that Rayne and Flora were likely sitting behind. But no answer came.

“Just say ‘Please Miss Z, make me feel good’ and I won’t inflict any pain on you.” I whispered into her ear again.

“Fuck you! You can’t do this! I’m-” I lifted the bottle off of my belt loop and sprayed it into her mouth as she spoke. There was a small delay before she screamed and began to thrash around. I smiled to myself, glad I was right. It was the same kind of thing I used to use. The contents were made of the Hellfire Kiss pepper.

While her attention was on the horrific burning sensation in her mouth I got to work on her clothes. I found a pair of scissors on the table that were sharp enough to cut through cloth. They sliced through like a knife through butter, interrupted only when I needed to move them because of the chair restraints. I had removed her pants and her shirt before she could concentrate on anything else but her burning tongue.

“O-one m-more ch-chance Z.” She tried again with the tough guy act despite the tears that were streaming down her face. “You s-stop now and I’ll forget all about this.”

“Oh, sweetheart. If I had my way with you, you would never forget anything I was about to do. I want it burned into your mind for the rest of your life. That’s the point of this process.” With a swift movement I cut off her bra, then her panties and threw them aside. Her face turned a deep red as she was bound naked to the table. I doubt she ever thought she’d be subject to something like this.

I grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it down, moving her from sitting in a recycling position to laying backwards at a small angle. I could see her crying and I gently wiped away the tears. I looked around the room and saw a small water spigot and a hose in the corner. “That big strong person who entered earlier isn’t you. This is you. How about I get you something to cool you off?”

I attached the hose to the spigot and grabbed a cloth before I walked back to her. It took her far too long to catch onto what I’m doing. “Wait. No. No, no, no, no, you can’t do this to me! I- the contract said I couldn’t maim or kill you! I was just doing what the contract said I had to do! Please, there’s no need for you to do this! I’ve failed! I’ll leave! I’m sorry!” The facade was gone. All it took was the threat of torture and the strong exterior was gone. She was just begging for freedom like any other person put through this process. It just proved that this is where she belonged.

I wiped away a few more tears and gave her a gentle smile. “You’re pathetic.”

Her eyes went wide as I tossed the cloth over her head, flipped on the vibrator and turned on the water.

Flora

“Apologise, Master Rayne. Lady Flora. We… never really expected this possibility or we’d have added it to the contract.” Molly was nervous, shuffling through papers.

Rayne held a hand up, signaling to her to be quiet. “If Z went quietly then it would b-”

“Someone stop her! This wasn’t part of the deal!” Sonja screamed as the cloth was momentuarily removed from her face, interrupting Rayne. It was a dumb decision seeing as it would just leave her with less air for the next round.

“It would be boring. That’s what I was going to say.” Rayne said once there was a gap in the screaming.

“I suppose in an odd way Z is following both sides of the contract. Technically waterboarding doesn’t maim. I suppose it could kill Sonja if she isn’t careful, but I’d like to think Z is better than that.”

I watched the scene in front of me play out a few more times. Sonja convulsed wildly as Z poured the water over her head. Z would lift the cloth, give her a few short breaths and then repeat the process. I could see Sonja fighting the restraints with all of her might, but she wasn’t stronger than steel.

It was wonderful to get to see Z actually work. She only had one recorded session and I had watched it to death already. She was ruthless and apathetic to her victim, but at the same time seemed to be doting over them.

I turned to my raindrop and noticed she was upset. “What’s wrong stormcloud?” I rested my head on her shoulder and looked up at her, giving my eyelashes a flutter.

“I wanted Z to be a gift to you, lilac. The scene we’re watching is fun, but every moment that it’s happening is one less moment Z is being pushed to breaking.” Rayne was agitated. I couldn’t really blame her because she made a good point. I did want my gift. “I chose Sonja because she is one of the few people I could find that did straight up torture. I wanted to see blood and pain. Instead I’m just watching Z asphyxiating someone while making them orgasm over and over. A fun spectacle for sure. I’m not saying we shouldn’t try this on one of the maids. I just feel we’re wasting precious time while Z just sits around and tortures another member.”

“Former member, dear.” I looked away from Rayne and over to Molly. “Molly, once your team is finished getting Z’s doggy back please begin paperwork to submit to the auction house to let them know Sonja probably won’t be fit for work anymore. Make sure that it shows everything happened to her was done by contractual agreement but leave out who it involved. Also, have her tracked, I want to buy her.” I looked at Molly and smiled. She just nodded and took some notes. Molly was dreadfully boring but at least she was good at what she did.

I looked over at my brooding stormcloud and decided to make a suggestion that might make everyone happy. “Rayne, may I suggest you go have some fun? You are so strong and Z isn’t going to go down without a fight. In the meantime I can look for another breaker to come in that might be fun for us to both watch after Z has been knocked down a peg.”

I felt her hook her finger under my chin and tilt my head up. She kissed me passionately and deeply. It made my stomach flutter. After a few moments she pulled away and smirked.

“I think I will.”

[spell-cleaver]

Luke Palpatine: “senator” Luke hissed. “You’re not supposed to be here. How did you even get back here?” (I’m envisioning this with Leia, but you do you!)

I seriously debated using Leia for this, but she’s a bit too young to be a senator at this point. However, this did give me inspiration to use her in a later prompt, so stayed tuned for that :P

Previous parts linked on the masterpost here.

“Senator,” Luke hissed. “You’re not supposed to be here. How did you even get back here?”

“I wanted to speak with you, Your Imperial Majesty,” Senator Erialus said, smiling broadly. The harsh white lights of the medbay glinted oddly off his perfect blond hair, his pearly teeth. He’d walked into the medbay shortly after Vader had left, apparently, while Luke was in the fresher, and now he’d taken the second chair as if it was his own seat in the Senate.

“I apologise that I have not been able to make it to your faction so far for these interviews, Senator,” Luke snapped, as imperiously as possible, “there are rather a lot of senators, after all. But that is no excuse to come into restricted areas as though you own them. I will have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh, I completely understand about the interviews, Your Majesty—I’m highly impressed and encouraged that you are embarking on such a monumental task at all. Your work ethic must be astounding, and I very much look forward to discussing and working with you when the time comes.”

Luke restrained himself from narrowing his eyes. Flattery. Sycophancy.

Erialus wanted something.

“I believe I asked you to leave, Senator,” Luke reminded him, with a pointed look at the guards at the door—guards who had apparently let him in, he’d need to have words with them about that, at least Vader’s precious Noghri wouldn’t pull such a stunt—and a glare.

“Ah—of course, forgive me, Your Majesty, it’s just…” He sighed. “I heard about your injury, and I wanted to express my condolences.”

For a burn on his wrist…?

And how had he even learned in the first place?

Luke shot another suspicious glare at his guards. Perhaps Vader, as much as he hated to admit it, was right; perhaps he should start a purge of his personal guards, eliminate any who may have old loyalties…

No. He wouldn’t think about that right now.

“Thank you,” Luke said shortly. “That is extremely presumptuous of you, but thank you. Now you may leave.”

On the other hand, though, he didn’t leave. He stepped forwards and took Luke’s arm—gently, but firmly enough that Luke couldn’t pull away—and brushed his fingers over the bacta patch. “That looks nasty.”

“Senator—”

Erialus lowered his voice and whispered, “I also came with a proposition, Your Majesty. As you know, I was one of your father’s most fervent supporters, from the moment he became Chancellor to his tragic death mere weeks ago. And there are some of us—many of us—who fear for what his legacy is becoming.”

“If you intend to insult—”

“Oh no, Your Majesty, I would never dream of insulting you. But I do fear Vader’s influence. We both know he holds the power in this palace—his troops are everywhere, and he never lets you out of his sight. I, and many of our associates, would hate for your father’s legacy to be sullied by the man who killed him.”

Luke closed his eyes at that. “He really killed him?” he asked weakly.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Erialus slipped his thumb from the bacta patch to rub the back of Luke’s hand in an empty gesture of reassurance. “He tried to wipe the footage and execute those who knew the truth—Amedda, and the likes—but my associates managed to get hold of the proof before he could eliminate it all.”

Luke swallowed and tried not to sob. He’d known that—he’d grown to accept that—but… hearing that the tormentor, the gentle gift giver, had killed the only father he’d ever known…

A tear crawled out from under his eyelid and down his cheek. Erialus had the gall to wipe it away, but Luke did not stop him.

He was used to having his boundaries steamrolled.

He was used to being belittled.

“We are very concerned about ensuring that your father’s true heir maintains power over the marvellous Empire he built,” Erialus continued, “but to do so we know you cannot be near Vader, or he will exert physical force, threats, or other sanctions to keep you in line. Coruscant, particularly the palace, is his stronghold at the moment. If we want you to take back power, you cannot be here when you do it.”

“And what,” Luke pushed, “would your plan to take back power be?”

“I cannot say it here. But we have one—one so effective even Vader will be brought to his knees by it.” Erialus smiled that too-white smile again, and patted him on the shoulder. “I will tell you all about it once we get you out of here, but first you must escape. Do you think you could?”

“Escape from here?” Luke snorted. “No.”

“Could you make it to the kitchens, though?” he pressed. “Without guards. Could you make it that far, where one of my associates can send a maid to meet you and take you to a hangar? You could be in hyperspace before dawn tomorrow.”

Luke’s heart started to beat a brand in his chest, but he said nothing.

“You could get away from Vader—from everything. We can help you, Your Majesty, and you need never deal with Vader again.”

Vader.

Vader.

Vader.

Luke didn’t trust this. He didn’t trust Erialus. He was not stupid.

But he mistrusted Vader even more.

If he had even the slightest chance of escape… he had to take it. He was sure he could give Erialus and his associates the slip, once he was out, and then— then—

Nova had talked about taking him to Naboo, if she could.

Well, Luke would just have to meet her there.

“Yes,” he said. “I could do that.”

Erialus smiled. “I am glad, Your Majesty.” He released his hands like he was dropped papers onto a desk, and stepped back. “I will see you at dawn, then.”

Then he turned around, and was gone.

Luke spent a long time staring after him.

*

After a while, Luke returned to his quarters, mind still whirling. His plan had more and more holes in it the more he debated it, and he couldn’t deny its idiocy, but—

He had no choice, did he?

He wasn’t going to train with Vader again, no matter what else the man had to offer. So he had to escape. Tonight.

No matter what.

It meant that when he entered his bedroom that evening to see a stuffed nexu, glass eyes staring up at him pleadingly, he sucked in a breath. Picked it up.

The note tied round his neck read, An apology, little angel.

Luke twisted his face into a snarl and flung it across the room. It bounced several times then landed, eyes staring in his direction, glinting in the light. He climbed into bed and shut his eyes.

It was a good thing he wasn’t planning on sleeping anyway that night: the nexu’s eyes watched him the whole time, and he couldn’t have if he’d tried.

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[zsaszattack]

The Chase

Last little gift for my boyfriend for his birthday.

[ Can also be read over at ao3 ]

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Music blasted heavily in the Black Mask Club. Lights flashing. The bass making the floor shake under his feet. Victor was leaning against the wall, watching Roman from afar quietly. Watching him make a toast to his costumers. The usual act. The mask he put on for his loyal customers. Victor felt a grin forming in the corner of his mouth.

He wasn’t too fond of the loudness, however.  He had to deal with it as apart of the job. He’ll deal with the headache at a later time. No issue. Typical night. His head was pounding with each beat blasting through the speakers. Trying to focus on deafening the music in his own head he heard a man speaking. Something he said caught his attention.

     “... He’s going to die tonight.”

Victor twitched at those words. He glanced slightly over at a group of three sketchy men all laughing over drinks. He listened to them continuing their conversation, completely focused on them now.

  “He thinks he can just run this place? Let’s trash the place.” One man said, grinning.

Another man, in a more expensive suit leans against the chair, smirks and points at the man who just spoke, cutting him off, “Too flashy.”

Victor glanced slightly at them now, motioning his head to the ground. Listening carefully.

He recognized these men. They were always here on Fridays and Saturdays. They were one of Roman’s top costumers. Most... trusted. Maybe they were just drunk and were talking out of their asses. He noticed the multiple empty glasses between the three - they had to be completely wasted. There was no way in hell they were talking like this here.

They were talking about killing Roman... in his own club? No. That couldn’t be it. Roman could easily catch them and Victor was right there. Tilting his head slightly, Victor looked back at Roman’s direction. Still making sure his customers were satisfied with his fake smiles.

  “... That dog is good as dead.”

He perked up, lifting his head up and turning his attention to the three men again. They looked back at him, smiling and raising their glasses at him. Victor paused and just smiled at them and headed over to Roman quietly.

He carefully placed his hand on Roman’s shoulder, making him immediately turning over to him.

“Yes Victor?” Roman hummed, looking up at him from his seat.

Victor leaned close to Roman’s ear, “Three men over there... I think they are planning to kill either you or me, Boss.” He paused and tilted his head slightly at the three men’s direction, shifting his eyes their direction then looking back at Roman. Roman looked at them and placed his hand against the side of his head, resting his head there, scanning each man.

Roman looked at Victor again, waving his finger to get him to lean close to his face again. Victor nodded, drawing his face close to Roman’s again.

Roman leaned close to his ear, “If they walk out, follow them.” Roman drew back, smiling and taking a sip from his drink. Victor nodded quietly and stood back straight, leaning against the wall beside Roman, waiting patiently for the three men to leave. Roman rubbed his temples slightly and finished off his drink, standing back up. He patted Victor's shoulder, nodding quietly then walked back to some people at a round table. Victor glanced at the three men also getting up from their seats and walking out.

  The chase begins.

Victor quietly slipped through the back door, making sure not to get caught. Slowly and quietly he leaned against the building wall and peaked in the corner, watching the three men getting their guns out. Victor quickly hid against the wall again and took out his gun hiding behind him stuffed into his belt. Clutching the gun to his side he looked over the corner again, watching them. Listening.

   "First wipe out the mutt then that bastard who runs the joint." The man in the more expensive suit ordered. The other two men nodded while fiddling with their guns.

Victor paused, thinking of how the hell he could kill them. There were three of them and only one of him. He ran through different options quickly in his head. Sneak up on them from the back, slice their throats? No. Too risky. Going guns-o'-blazing is suicide. Victor checked the roster, there were enough bullets to go bullet crazy. But he didn't want to cause a scene so close to the club. Especially while there were still people in the club. It would ruin business for Roman.

Victor bit his lip, completely irritated and hit the back of his head against the building.

         Think, Victor. Fucking think! You're running out of time.

He quickly peered over the corner again, they were going back into the club with their guns out.

   Fuck.

         Roman isn't safe.

Victor quickly ran after the three and pointed his gun.

"Stop." Victor spoke in a loud growl. The three men paused and turned to look at him, immediately raising their guns.

"There you are, Roman's little mutt. We were just going to pay you a little visit." The leader of the pack grinned in a mocking tone, "Right boys?"

The other two snickered in reply, not looking away from Victor.

  "Focus on me. Leave Sionis out of this." Victor ordered and his tightened his grip on the gun. He glanced at each man in front of them not flinching. The leader of the group's eyebrows raised and he chuckled, "Look at that, boys. The doggie wants his Master safe and sound." He looked back at Victor, "Oh don't worry. We just want an agreement. You will be the deal maker."

Victor's head tilted slightly, "What the fuck do you mean?"

The leader smirked in amusement, "Your Master would pay a nice pretty fee for you. What do you think?"

  Oh. A trade. A deal. He wanted to use me as fucking bait. Victor thought angrily.

"Sionis would, you know he would." One of the lanky's hummed.

Victor was getting sick of this stupid talk, he needed to do something now. Right now.

Victor dropped his gun, raising his hands in the air.

"Fine. Come get me." Victor sighed, "Three against one? I cannot possibly survive this."

The leader chuckled, "Good boy."

Victor flinched slightly.

Good boy?

  ... Good boy?

Victor swallowed angrily, glaring at them with his hands still up. The leader tilted his head at one of the lanky's to pick up the gun. They walked over to Victor to pick up the gun.

Victor quickly knelt down, taking a switchblade hiding in his sock and grabbed the man but the back, aiming the blade at the lanky's throat.

The leader and the other beside him gasped and aimed their guns at him.

Victor couldn't help but grinned, pressing the knife closer to the man's throat, "Give me your weapons. All of them or his throat will be torn in front of you."

"Fuckin' psycho!" The lanky screamed, his hand shaking slightly while holding the gun. The leader slowly put his gun down and put his hand on the other's gun, lowering it down slowly.

"Alright, we'll leave you alone. Just don't hurt him." The leader spoke calmly, he dropped his gun and slowly walked towards Victor with his hands up, "Just let him go."

Victor pressed the blade closer to the man's neck, cutting it slightly.

 "His gun too." Victor looked at the other lanky, "Drop it, rat."

The man dropped the gun, kicking it away from him, "Okay let him go now."

Victor stood there as he watched the two men slowly walk over to him. They couldn't be this stupid, could they?

 Oh, they really were this stupid.

Victor quickly cut the man's throat and sprinted towards the leader of the group, tackling him down full force, stabbing his eye. He turned to the last man who was just on the ground, frozen in fear.

Victor took the knife out of the leader's eye and stood back up, grinning with twisted entertainment, "Are you working alone or is this dead rat your boss?"

"There are a few others but we are that's left. I swear!" The man said frantically, backing away from Victor with each step scrambling onto his feet. Victor picked up the gun by him and without any second thought shot the man between the eyes.

Sighing he looked around him, wiping his face with his arm.

          Time to clean this damn mess.

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Six year old Adam sat in his bed, waiting impatiently. When his nanny finally entered, she was fifteen minutes late.

The woman grabbed the Bible from the shelf, sat down on the boy’s bed and used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. “I’m sorry to be late, dear.”

Adam said nothing, his glances at her silently demanding an excuse.

She sighed. “Your little brother’s flu... it has worsened. I was there just now to tend to him.”

“Doesn’t mean you can make me wait.”

The nanny smiled sadly. “My apologies, little lord.”

Bored of her mindless talking, Adam leaned back, waiting for her to start the usual bedtime reading.

She opened the book. “Now, where were we? Genesis 1.”

He rolled his eyes. “Can’t you read me something other than that?”

“What do you like? Genesis 2?”

“No! A different book.”

“No, love, I am sorry. Your mother asked me to specifically-”

Eventually, he groaned. “Fine.”

As the nanny began reading, Adam noticed several mistakes she made. As it happened a fifth time, he told her, bothered, “Can you not read properly?”

She shook her head, lifting her arms up in defense. “I apologize, it must be my focus. It is solely on the little soul...”

Adam needed several moments to understand that it was his brother who she meant.

The woman seemed truly heartbroken, asking, with a lowered head, “He is only a few weeks old. How can the Lord punish him so severely?”

The corner of his mouth rising, Adam asked her smugly, “Are you questioning the Lord?”

She looked back up at him, eyes wide. “N-no! I would never!”

Regardless of the fun he had toying with her feelings, Adam decided that he was tired of dealing with this boring woman. “I want to sleep now.”

She gifted him a sad smile. “I will leave you alone, dear.” She leaned forward to kiss his forehead and left the room.

The next morning that Adam spent in the garden, he noticed that something was different. Barely anyone was speaking, as if somehow absent-minded.

An older nanny of his took him aside and told him, “You might have noticed this depressing atmosphere as well as the fact that your mother did not join the family for breakfast...” Forming these words was visibly hard for her. “The reason for the mourning is... your little brother has passed away at night. He succumbed to the flu.”

“Oh.” There was a silence between them, and Adam felt as if the nanny expected him to say more. He went over her explanation in his mind and added, “That makes sense.”

Her hand patting his head affectionately, she told him, “I am so sorry.”

Adam was confused. Why would she apologize to him? After all, she hadn’t killed him, or had she?

“I know it’s difficult...” Memories with the infant crossed her mind, causing her eyes to get teary. “He was so young... A baby.”

Adam failed to understand why everyone was specifically sad about his brother’s age. Wouldn’t it make a lot more sense to mourn someone important and influential, someone who had left a footprint on the world, rather than some kid? Adam remembered his brother; all he had done was cry and shit his diapers.

Even after the conversation with the nanny and after the passing of hours, the recent death was the only topic talked about, creating another aspect of annoyance to Adam. Having sat down and started playing with his wooden miniature knights, the boy was interrupted by a young nanny.

“Adam, how are you holding up?”

Instead of answering, he rolled his eyes, angry that she had spoken to him right at the peak of his battle.

She sat down next to him, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. “Don’t worry about your brother, please. He is fine where he is. He went to Heaven.”

“I don’t care where he went.”

“Oh... Is this your way of dealing with death? Repression?”

“No.”

A second nanny told the other, “Just leave him. He is too young to understand. The sadness will come later.”

But the young woman seemed moved, her hand reaching up to keep her tears from falling. Her voice barely understandable, she whimpered, “Poor boy.”

His hand wrapped around a wooden knight, Adam looked up to the woman, actually surprised. He watched her, how she was crying, even whimpering. Publicly. As if a catastrophe had happened. “Why are you crying?”

The woman seemingly tried to calm herself down, but failed, sobbing, “I held him as he died...”

He watched her cry for several moments, and she continued shamelessly. To show her how ridiculous she was, Adam picked up a slug. He wrapped his hand around it, clenching his fist with all his strength. Then, he opened it and let the dead slug fall to the ground. “See? I held it too as it died. And I don’t care.”

The nanny was in shock, tears still falling. “Why did you do this?”

“To show you.”

She wiped her tears, visibly angered. “Stop killing animals!”

“Death is normal. It happens all the time. No need to cry about it like some baby.”

“You cannot compare a human and a slug!”

“Why not?” In Adam’s opinion, the slug and his baby brother had had the same amount of usefulness.

“Stop!” The nanny demanded. “You’re a bad boy. Get inside and copy a Bible chapter! No more playing outside!”

Adam rolled his eyes. All he had tried was to show to the nanny that she was being ridiculous and completely irrational. Apparently, she was too stupid to understand. The boy got up, shrugged and walked inside, the event of last night already at the back of his mind.

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Gift of Sight (Lucifer Morningstar)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar/Reader Words: 1.7k+ Warning(s): None A/N: OOF i am back everyone! kind of. ill try and write more today ^^ I hope you enjoy! The ending is bleh btw im sorry  Request:  Can I request a Lucifer Morningstar x reader? The reader has a gift of sight and she can see his true form even when he looks human to other people? He's surprised she isn't afraid but she's more turned on than anything. He falls for her easily since she isn't afraid of who he really is.

   You checked over your appearance one last time in your mirror before you left your new apartment in Los Angeles. You had recently moved to L.A. from your hometown due to a job transfer. You were a crime scene photographer for your hometowns police and the LAPD needed a new one, so they offered you a well-paying job and you accepted. Your whole body buzzed with excitement and nervousness for your first day.

   "Can't forget my camera on the first day!" You said to yourself. You grabbed the black case and made sure to check that our camera was there before you left out the door. You took an Uber to the LAPD and arrived ten minutes early, just as you planned.  You wanted to get to know some of your co-workers and to get a tour of the building.

   As you walked up the steps to the precinct, you notice a very beautiful woman walk out of the building. She had long black hair with tan skin, which complimented her dark outfit quiet well. You made eye contact with her and for a few seconds, her face shifted into something else. Half of her face was still the same, but the other side was like it was burned or rotted away, leaving grey and black skin. Her once dark eye looked clouded with a yellow tinted white.

   She stared at you as you both walked past each other, she stared too. The woman's face was pure shock before and you decided best to just look away and keep walking forward to the building. Whatever you just saw was strange, but you tried your best to just let whatever happen go. You needed a clear head for your first day.

-

   You've been at the LAPD for two hours and you were already having a blast. You were spending most your time with Ella Lopez, the forensic scientist for the LAPD. She is very outgoing and made sure you felt at home; even giving you a tour of her lab. Currently, you both were in the lab as she told you about all her close friends who work alongside with her.

   "Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar are like the top team here." She explained, "They work well together but Lucifer can get a bit... arrogant? Yeah that can work for him. But he is still a good guy nonetheless. Chloe is great too. She's a good worker and an awesome friend."

   "I can't wait to meet them." You smile with excitement.  

   "Oh, I can't forget about Dan Espinoza! He's a really sweet guy and a good detective, despite his past."

    Ella told you more about people in the station, and some of the gossip too, just to keep you in the loop. As she told you the relationship theories between one of the officers and the janitor staff, she dropped her story mid story and dragged you out to the main floor, towards two people at a desk.

   "Lucifer! Chloe! Meet our new crime scene photographer!" Ella smiled as she called out. The man and woman turned around and smiled as well. Your eyes went to the blonde woman first, she had a kind look and presence about her.  

   "Hello, I'm Chloe." She greeted, shaking your hand.

   "I'm (Y/N). I can't wait to work with you." You responded.

   "Hello, darling." The man's British voice pulled your attention away from Decker. You looked to the tall, handsome man. But once your (e/c) eyes met his dark eyes, his face became distorted. You were taken back his face, it was red and marred, his eyes were sunken in while their color was a blood red. You gulped and broke eye contact with him, his face was back to normal. From the look of his face Lucifer was also taken back as well.

   "Well, I should probably get you more familiar with the lab, (Y/N)." Ella pulled you away, back into the lab room. "What was that?"

   "Did... Did you see that?" You stuttered, wondering if she too could see what you had just saw.

   "Yeah, you and Lucifer were making googly eyes at each other! Like you were having a rom-con 'love at first glance' moment." Ella exclaimed with a grin on her face. "Oh my gosh you guys are soulmates!"

   "What? No! It's just," You paused for a second, wondering if you should tell her wat you had saw a few moments ago, "He looks a lot like someone I know back where I used to live, I thought he might've been that person."

   "Oh, uh huh..." She smirked but thankfully she dropped the subject and went on to showing you the lab.

--

   You through your keys on the corner table and closed your apartment door. Despite it being an easyi-sh day, you still were tired after all you learned. You put your bag down and immediately put on pajama bottoms for some comfort before going to the kitchen. Right as you were about to make yourself some food, there was a knock on your door. Your head fell back and you groaned but went to answer the door anyways. To your surprise, Lucifer Morningstar was standing in front of you.

   "Oh hey, Lucifer... How did you find where I lived?" You asked, a little cautious since he hardly know him, and because of what you saw.

   "Easy, the police data base." He smiled, but you can tell by his body language he was nervous.  

   "Why are you here, may I ask?"

   "It's best if we talk sitting down... Can I come in?" He asked. You nodded and invited him, watching him carefully as he strutted towards your couch.

   "Would you like something to drink?"

   "No thank you dear." You joined him on the couch, he was squirming and fidgeting. "Well, I'll just right to the point: you can see my devil face."

   "That's what you call it? A devil face?" You didn’t mean to giggle, but it was a funny way to describe it. "Wait was that woman I saw in front of the L.A.P.D. a demon?"

   "Mazikeen? Kind of scary looking, wears a lot of leather, half her face gone?" You nod, his description of her was exact. "So how can you see us both? I mean, how can you see our faces? How does it work? How-"

   "Whoa whoa, Lucifer. I don’t know anything, I didn't even know I could see your true faces until today!"

   "You have to come to my apartment tomorrow, to test how much you can see. Starting with my angel of a brother!" He exclaimed. "I cannot believe I found a human who can see my devil face, this is amazing!"

   "So, I guess demons and angels are real..."

   "Sorry if seeing my face is frightening or off putting. I know for you humans it can be a lot to take in."

   "No, no! You don't scare me. I was startled at first, but it isn't so bad. I bet you’re a real sweet guy...devil?"

   "Do you really mean that, (Y/N)?"

   "Of course, Lucifer. Can't judge a book by its cover, right?" You smiled sweetly while he stared with his mouth open. "Would you like to stay the night? Just to chat and figure out my whole seeing thing."

   "I would love to darling."

--

   It has been a month since your first day at the L.A.P.D. and to say you and Lucifer were close was an understatement.  You two were attached to the hip. He would hardly ever leave your side and grew extremely protective of you; even Mazikeen and Amenadiel grew close and protective of you. Chloe and Ella were you closest friends and Dan become a brother to you, you quickly grew your own little family here in Los Angeles. Lucifer even introduced you to his therapist, who connected with you due to you both have seen his real face.

   You were currently at a diner near Lucifers apartment with him in tow. He and you were getting breakfast before work. He sat across from you, enjoying a traditional American breakfast, while you enjoyed (food of choice). You picked up on his nervous behavior and notice his face seemed to flash in-between human and Devil to you, a thing you noticed when he felt anxious.

   "Is everything alright, Luci?" You asked, using the nickname you picked up from Amenadiel. "You are more fidgety than usual."

   "Oh yes of course! Of course, dear." He replied to quickly, taking a bite out of his food.

   "You know I can tell you are lying, your face is flickering."

   "I guess I need to get this off my chest." Lucifer wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and cleared his throat, before he stared directly into your eyes. "You are... the first human to see my face without me purposely showing it to you, and you fully accepted me for me. You always support me but you are never afraid to speak up if I do something truly stupid. I guess what I am attempting to tell you, dear... Is I really... Oh hell!"

   Next thing you knew is Lucifer slid out from his side and was immediately at your side, his soft lips were on yours. One of his hands was placed on your jaw, while this thumb gently brush against your warm cheeks. You were in shock, but it was good shock. Immediately you melted into the kiss, reciprocating while your hand rested on one of his shoulders.

   "Lucifer..." You say over a whisper, a smile slowly growing on your face as you broke apart from him.

   "I'm quite smitten with you, dear. Ever since you invited me to stay the night at your apartment, I've fallen hard for you."

   "I can say the same for myself. I've grown to really like you as well." You both smiled. Lucifer pulled his plate over next to you and sat down, pulling you to is side with his arm around your shoulders. HE sat confidently, but had a charming smile on his face, not his usual smirk.

   "Eat up dear, we are going on a date day."

   "But what about work?"

   "I'll pull some strings, today is a day for you and me, darling."

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Notorious “Cheater” Part II (MinaXGender Neutral)

Notorious “Cheater” Part I (MinaXGender Neutral)

Note: I’m so sorry it took this long everyone. I had finished writing it 2 weeks ago but I didn’t like how the story direction turned out so I had to re-write everything. But I did keep one promised I made which is a really long continuation for you all. I’ll also update the list of Oncoming Stories after this.

Warning: 18+ content

Word Count: 3,293

Pain. 

 I had all kinds of pain. 

 Physically.

 Mentally.

I got into a physical fight with Jeongyeon. She took a shot right after I pushed her back. Damn! It hurt like hell, she could definitely throw a punch. You would think that she’s done this before on a street somewhere going at it with a guy twice her size and actually winning. Despite being taken aback by her strength I didn’t want to let her win, not when I’m fighting for Mina, so I decided to jab right back at her to get even which caused her to fall back on the couch. I could tell that defeat was not in her vocabulary. She sprung up from the couch like it was nothing. We continued like this; we pushed and punched until we were pulled back by the members. 

 “You bastard!” Jeongyeon yelled at me while being restrained by the members.

 I wiped the blood off of my lips as I felt it drip down. The metallic taste of the blood reminded me of what I was fighting for. “You seriously think I was just going to stand there and do nothing?” 

 “Just in case you’re forgetting this is YOUR fault. You shouldn’t have attempted to approach Mina when you know you’re the reason she’s hurt” Jeongyeon retaliated.

 It’s not looking so good for me. The members who didn’t like me hated me even more. The members who were okay with me no longer likes me. Jihyo who was on my side earlier was now against me. Mina, the woman I love, can’t even look at me in the eye. They were all now by Jeongyeon’s side, putting ice on her bruises. I was on the other side of the room. Alone and alienated.

 “Nobody wants to hear me out! I’ll always be the bad guy here won’t I? I’m always at fault! In your eyes I’m this supposed notorious cheater who will never have your approval. You know what I’m so sick of you all. So sick of seeking your approval. Guess what you can all fuck yourself!” I was fed up and my anger completely took over that I felt my face heat up. Everyone in the room looked at me with disgust. To them I may be nothing but a pest they’ve been trying to get rid of ever since I started courting Mina. To them I’m a contagious virus they’ve been avoiding. I gave them what they wanted, this is a battle I’m ready to give up. Give up Mina. I stormed out of the dorm exasperated.

I found myself walking down the hall when I felt my face and body ache. The adrenaline rush that was acting like a painkiller has diminished. I stopped in my tracks as I started feeling nauseous and dizzy. I had to hold on to the side wall for support. Despite the weak feeling in my knees I resumed my march on the hall. Not long after I started to break into a cold sweat and a striking pain hit my chest. This could just be an intense heart ache from losing Mina. Or maybe the impact from Jeongyeon’s punches. Before I pondered any further my vision blacked out and I collapsed on the floor.

Faint voices can be heard in the background and I can pinpoint a familiar voice among them. I opened my eyes and observed my surrounding. I’ve never been in this room before and all that I could see is that I’m in a room filled with pink girly decorations. However, I was able to tell that I was laying down on Mina’s bed because of the huge penguin plushy I gifted to her on the day I confessed to her. It was a chilly night filled with stars that acted as our light. No matter how cliché it may be, we admired and talked about the stars as if we knew a whole lot about astronomy, but in reality we didn’t know shit about it. Her sweet laugh at my corny jokes and the way the wind blew and made her look like a delicate, beautiful summer rose. It’s remarkable how that scene replays in my head almost every time I miss her. It was a hangout that lead to a spontaneous confession and to our first kiss. A puzzled look can be seen on my face as reality hit me and I wonder the reason I got in here. I tried to move my body around but shortly after a loud thud resonated in the room. I grabbed my butt to massage the pain away from that fall. Mina stormed in the room with a petrified look on her face. She didn’t spend much time standing around and helped me back to the bed. She grabbed my hand and shook her head from side to side; advising me to not move at all. She looked me in the eye and the agony is very visible. I guess it’s true when they say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Tears started to run down her face. I couldn’t help but cry with her. I’ve been seeing her cry a lot recently all because of me. It’s now all coming back to me. I gave up on her and walked out. I cannot believe that I would just up and leave because I thought it’d be easier for me. I was selfish. I didn’t think how hard it must be for her. I broke the promise I made. The promise to stay with her until the end and fight against all odds. Guilt drove me to place my hand on her face and wipe the tears away.

 “Minari please don’t cry. You know I hate seeing you cry” I told her as I caressed her face gently.

 “You stupid” she exclaimed and hit me on my arm. I let out a small cry that made her giggle. It gave me great satisfaction to see her smile again despite the situation we were in.

 “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have…” before I was able to finish my sentence Mina came close to me and kissed me on the lips.

 “You stupid” she repeated.

 “I know the truth. Jihyo told me everything. I should be the one saying sorry for not listening to you and not giving you the benefit of the doubt. You know how I am. I tend to run away from problems instead of facing them. I should’ve stayed when you approached me and maybe you wouldn’t have got yourself into a fight. It’s my fault you’re in here. It’s my fault you’re in pain. Everything is my fault!” she bursted out crying again and buried her face on my shoulder. I didn’t know what else to do but rub her back to comfort her. We were in that position until Jihyo walked in the room. She had a poker face on and I couldn’t tell how she was feeling but my gut reaction told me to apologize to her immediately.

 “I’m really sorry for causing a ruckus back there. I’ll go out there and apologize and leave right away. You all don’t have to see me anymore” I brushed Mina to the side and stood up from the bed. I was ready to leave the dorm no questions asked. I didn’t want to make the situation worse by staying any longer unwanted and hated by everyone living in there.

“No you’re not going anywhere, not when you just passed out in the hallway. As the leader I came here to tell you that the girls agreed to let you stay for the night. BUT.. you will be staying in the living room. Its bedtime meaning everyone else are in their rooms right now. You’ll need to get ready for bed. I’m warning you, I better not find you sneaking in our room in the middle of the night. That applies to you Mina, I better not find you sneaking in the living room or else the manager hears about all this” Jihyo sternly instructed us.

 I left the bedroom shared by Jihyo and Mina and settled myself in the living room. They had a pillow and a warm blanket prepared on the couch but I couldn’t get myself to comfortably lay down. Memories from today’s event kept replaying in my head. It tortured me and I beat myself up for the way I acted today. This isn’t who I am. Why did I do all that? As I reflected on my actions today I heard someone whisper my name. I look up and saw Mina standing and using her finger to call me towards her. I stood up and let her lead me to the bathroom. Mina locked the bathroom and closed the space between us.

“Mm’hmm~” she said as her lips reached its destination, my own lips.  She played with my lips, biting the lower part, making me cringe before her.  Here she was with her aggressiveness. She doesn’t seem like it but she’s always the first one to make the move. Mina’s lips then moved closer to my ear, pulling and biting at my lobe. I can already feel my heart beating faster and my breathing starting to pick up. I turned my head to look at her, “Not now. We’ll get caught”  She didn’t let that stop her. She continued kissing my neck.

“You’ve been through a lot today. Are you backing out now?” she grabbed my fingers placing it on her wet core. Her wetness has seeped through the thin fabric short shorts she had on. Mina unknowingly started thrusting her hip along to the rhythm of my fingers sliding up and down. I couldn’t take it anymore and I needed her for myself. I pulled my hand out catching her off guard.  She looked at me puzzled, but I looked at her intensely noticing the fire in her eyes. She wanted it as bad as I did. Nothing could stop what we were about to do.

“I’ve always wanted to do it in the washroom. Imagine how hot it’ll be” I seductively said. We turned on the fan to block out any sounds we were about to make. We didn’t want the members to wake up because of us. I placed Mina’s back up against the wall pushing myself close to her. Eyes locked for a quick second, we then kissed ever so passionately. Heads switching positions from side to side as we sucked on each other’s lips. I felt her tongue brush against mines and I let her in. Tongues battled, breaths heavy, we held onto each other tightly. Mina’s hands wrapped around my waist, a hand entangled in her short, soft hair while the other was on the wall for support. I hastily removed Mina’s short shorts. Only then did I realize that she was not wearing any underwear. After noticing that I let out a little smirk at how sexy that was. My hands slid down to her core once again as a finger slipped inside her.  Another finger added, and another. Mina’s muffled moans seemed to grow louder inside my mouth. Her hips rode on my fingers as I went faster and faster.  I felt her tightening as she curled her fingers out as her hands moved from my waist to the middles section of my back. Mina bit down on my bottom lip hard as she came, pulling it back until her head hit the wall behind her. I then kissed her one last time as she sucked on my now swollen lip. I moved my head to the side of her face, as she too was catching her breath. Mina had no more energy in her to keep herself standing.  She ended up slowly sliding down the wall, now sitting on the floor.  My ears were hot, face flushed, and her chest moving out further than usual to catch her breath. I met her on the floor completely removing Mina’s loose shirt. She felt like she couldn’t go any further, but again, she had no energy to stop me. I moved my head closer and closer until she felt my breaths upon her area. She was already bucking her leg up, but I forced it back down.  My tongue flicked her clit and she gasped for air as if she had just surfaced from underwater. She was already sensitive from when she came the first time, but I was already ready for her to reach the second level of ecstasy. I sucked on her clit, gently licking and nibbling, all while massaging her inner thighs.  Every time she’d lift her leg a bit, I’d bring it right back down. She couldn’t move the lower half of her body so she was going crazy with her upper half.  She was squirming and trying to find something to hold on to, but there was nothing in her reach. Mina laid her upper half down on the floor as I straightened her out. I then slipped my tongue in her and she couldn’t help, but moan out loud. She was sweating not just because this amount of pleasure has gotten her hot, but also because she was afraid other people might hear her. She had to find something to muffle her moans quickly.  Mina bit her lips, placed her hands over her mouth, bit her fingers, but all wasn’t cutting it. The only thing in sight was the towel hanging so Mina pulled it down stuffing it in her mouth, biting hard to muffle her screams. My tongue was going deeper and faster, and her breathing was getting heavier and faster. She couldn’t stop her moans from coming out one after another. I felt Mina shortly coming again when we heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Mina?” Jeongyeon asked with concern.

I wasn’t sure, if she was focused enough. Then Mina spoke, I didn’t remove my head from within her in such a cool manner like nothing was happening. “Yeah...” she said as I drove my tongue in her again.  “I just had a nightmare and I’m upset that Y/N left without telling me. So I’m trying to cool down.”  Oh, Mina.  You are such a good actress.  Cooling yourself down?  More like burning up. Throughout all of this, Mina tried her best to stop her moans although Jeongyeon could probably tell that she was out of breath. Some moans slipping out of her mouth reluctantly. Yet, to Jeongyeon, it probably sounded like she was crying because of her so called ‘nightmare.’  A beautiful nightmare at that. “That good for nothing piece of shit” she muttered out. “Let me know if you need anything Mina. Your sisters will be here for you” I heard Jeongyeon say as she comforts Mina. “Okay,” Mina let out in a composed voice.  I’m pretty sure Mina came during that fiasco without her knowing it because I slowed down my rhythm.  I took my time eating her out. “Uggh... Yeees” I moved my hands up Mina’s leg stopping at her hips feeling her curves.  I then left trails of kisses up to her breasts.  I didn’t want to go any further, but then I did at the same time.  I now stripped off Mina’s bra because I had left it on earlier when I removed her loose shirt. I could tell she felt the cold floor beneath her bare back because she shivered from the contact yet it felt cool against her hot body. I began massaging one of her breast with my hand as I sucked on the other. It felt as if she was hyperventilating.  The room was spinning and her lungs was about to explode.  The free hand I had was caressing Mina’s arm, making its way down to her hand as our fingers intertwined. With everything that was going on, I believe that I reassured Mina that she was the only girl for me. I moved my lips up to her where we held our kiss for what felt like forever.  Once we had broke the kiss, we opened our eyes at exactly the same time.  We stared at each other lovingly.  Her breathing finally slowing down. Mina was beautiful, and she still is. I brushed my thumb against Mina’s forehead before planting a soft kiss there.  I then laid down beside her as we caught our breath. Mina’s enticing eyes stared at me once again.  “Say it,” she said.  I faced her knowing what she wanted to hear.  “I love you.” Mina smiled as she moved closer to my lips, kissing it one more time.  I smiled as well when she whispered to me, “I love you too.” I do love her. Yet, I do hate her.  I hate how I turned into this kind of person after meeting her. I’ve never done this for anyone. I hate how only Mina can make me feel this way. There are many other girls out there but she’s the one I love. I hate it, but I love it.  I’m in love. “I feel like I can just pass out right here. Tonight you made me feel like the only girl in the world. You made me feel a certain type of passion I’ve never experienced before” Mina confessed. I laughed a sweet laugh that can make her fall from the clouds.  “We should head back.” “Ugh, I have no energy.  You sucked the life out of me... literally.” I laughed once again more heartily this time as I moved myself down below for the third time it seemed. Mina yelled my name loud enough so I can hear, yet quiet enough so those sleeping can’t.  What was I thinking?  I physically couldn’t stop myself from pleasuring this beautiful girl again and again. But there will be more next time. That’s enough for now. “Relax,” I chuckled as I pulled her shorts back up to her waist. Mina let out a sigh of relief as I melted her with my smile.  I licked her abdomen stopping right between her breasts. I brought my face over her as I smiled slyly this time around.  All Mina could do was sigh out of disappointment this time as I kept disobeying her.  Yet, I still laughed as did she.  She spoke once again, “You know, we should use that excuse every time just so we can do what we do best in this room.” “Yeah, uh, no,” I retorted.  I picked Mina up off the ground and Mina followed me grabbing my shirt. We were facing each other. I could not help but look at Mina’s bare breast. They were nice. I wanted to suck them once more but Mina stopped me as she help her bra right between us. I helped her put on her bra as she wore her shirt afterwards. 

“If we keep saying that I had a nightmare every night, they’re going to suggest putting me into therapy or something,”  Mina said. I giggled hugging Mina from behind while planting a kiss on her cheek.  As Mina went to open the door, she turned her head back around to look at me.  “No,” I smiled, “Just a mental institute.” We laughed as I closed the fan leaving the light still on. Mina was turning back around until I stopped her midway, “Wait.”  She looked at me with that confused look again from earlier.  I felt like I was frozen.  I suddenly couldn’t move and my breathing stopped all together as if I had turned to stone. I was staring deep into Mina’s eyes, and I said it again. “I love you.”

[idolisme]

I wrote a thing for Thor: Ragnarok and have no patience to make it into a Proper Thing, so instead of posting it in its inchoate form to the more respectable fanfic sites I am, for the first time, putting fic on tumblr.  And it’s Christmas fic, no less.  have I truly fallen so far???????

anyway.

AU where just after the midcredits scene of Ragnarok, Loki explains to Thor who they’re dealing with and why, and Thor has the brilliant idea that he might be able to defeat Thanos with his lightning and the Tesseract and the element of surprise, so he convinces Loki to switch their appearances, to fool Thanos long enough for Thor-as-Loki to get close, then blast him with Space-Stone-infused lightning.

It goes as well as can be expected.

And after…

They fight the whole battle against Thanos without Thor, because Thor has been killed - everyone believes it, because Heimdall witnessed him disappearing into a hole in space when he was so damaged there is no way he could have survived the void and its maelstroms and monsters.  He makes his report to Val and Loki while Loki is still pretending to be Thor, and the battle is soon so the truth has to come out anyway, so Loki just goes to the Avengers as himself to tell them what has become of his brother.  He swears on Thor’s sacrifice that he will fight to protect Midgard and Asgard, and that’s enough for Steve, which means it’s enough for the rest of them.  Bruce is, to Loki’s surprise, a comforting presence at his side — he had come to care for Thor, and as a healer, feels his best way to work through his own grief is to help Loki through his.  (Loki feels like this should piss him off, that he should find this insulting… he is actually grieving too much to care.)

So they fight, and they win, and Loki becomes an Avenger though he is also still King of Asgard.  Val and Heimdall also fight, and both survive.  Midgard and Asgard are well defended, and things go rather quiet on the Avenging front for a while.

And then….. it’s Christmas.  Loki, having finished building a school in Asgard (to keep their history alive — and corrected, after Odin’s rewrites), has gotten bored of kingship but is unwilling to stray far from Midgard, so he finds himself frequently in Avengers Tower, watching Bruce and Tony play with Midgardian tech, occasionally giving them fresh ideas — some of which, yes, are intentionally bad.  It makes him grin to see them get knocked off their feet.  His good ideas and advice, though, are well worth the danger to the science bros, and maybe Bruce has talked to Tony about the stages of grief and how Loki is doing remarkably well for someone who has lost the only people they cared about, not long after losing their entire planet, and having to be the guide and role model for the rest of his people as they process their own grief… and Tony really doesn’t mind the occasional explosion in his lab anyway.  (There’s probably at least one instance where an idea Tony and Bruce have backfires badly enough that they could die, but since Loki is there half-attentively observing, he uses his magic to get them out of the room because he notices the problem before they do, and then they’re super grateful.  Thereafter they’re pals, as much as anyone can be pals with Loki.)

So, Loki hangs around Avengers Tower to avoid people and to play pranks on his new friends.  Heimdall rules Asgard in his stead, as Regent, and its people are cool with it.  But then it’s Christmas, and all the Avengers are going to get together in the Tower for a few days before the holiday.  Tony, as the party planner, carefully doesn’t tell Loki this is happening because he kinda wants him to be there at least for a little while, to give the others the opportunity to tell him that they want good things to happen to him in the new year, and to give him a gift, if they feel so inclined.  Well, he and Bruce have felt so inclined, and they want everyone to see that the crazy alien who took a bite out of New York some years back is actually a cool guy now that he isn’t under the influence of an evil monster.

And then Heimdall, eyes sparkling, pulls Tony and the other Avengers — not Loki — aside, and tells them the news.  Thor is alive.

He has just come out of a portal from the void, somewhere far away, and is rapidly making his way to Midgard.  He and Heimdall have spoken, and Thor is a little weird and he’s missing a hand as well as his eye, but he’s pretty much himself, and he is delighting himself with the idea that he might surprise Loki with his alive state.  And he wants to do it in person.  So please don’t tell Loki, okay?

So Thor gets to Midgard and he comes to the Tower, and he knocks on the door, and Tony says, super casually, “Hey Lokester, d’you mind getting that?”

Loki, uncomfortable in a red reindeer knit sweater but drinking some Midgardian wine and chatting amiably enough with Clint’s wife ((((Laura???)))) about Asgardian bread, rolls his eyes, throws off the reindeer antlers that keep reappearing on his head (put there by the children?? Tony?? there have been many guilty parties.  He’s pretty sure Strange is in on it too, which is why he never catches the culprit), and goes to the door.

He’s a little bemused to notice that all the sound has gone out of the room behind him as he opens the door.

“Loki,” Thor says, smiling.  It sounds like he has a cold.

Loki can’t really move at all.  His ribs feel like stone — cold, shatter-prone.  His scar hurts.

They continue to stare at each other, and Thor’s smile fades.  “Do… Do you not recognize me?”

“Oi, let him in, idiot-king,” Val says, knocking Loki’s shoulder on her way past him to thump Thor’s arm with her fist and then crash into his chest with a hug.

Loki watches them without seeing anything, frozen in a tilt from how he’d caught himself from falling after her shove.

Thor’s eyes only briefly leave his to glance down at Val as she draws away from him.  “He’s done superbly in your absence,” she informs him in a stage whisper.

“Is he all right?” Thor replies in kind, his brow furrowed.  His eyes suddenly grow wide, and he holds out his hands placatingly.  “Brother, if I have angered you—”

“Shut up, you piece of filth,” Loki says, striding over to him and tugging Val behind him.  His seidr wraps around them both and forms a barrier in the doorway.  The sweater is gone, replaced by his armor.  “Who the Hel do you think you are?” he says, grasping the impostor’s collar and pulling him forward to sneer in his face.  “Do you have any idea what sort of people you’re trying to fool?”  He laughs mockingly.

“I’m not—”

“That is actually your brother, Your Majesty,” Val says from behind him with a note of warning in her voice.  “Calm down.”

He looks at her over his shoulder at her.  “My brother,” he says, his voice rough only in patches, as he strives to maintain his vitriol, “is dead.”  His gaze on her softens, however, and he follows with, “I swear to you, I will figure out how this magic works, and break the spell upon you.”

Val looks at Thor and rolls her eyes.

“Brother, I don’t want to hurt you,” Thor says desperately.  “But let me go, and I will explain all.”

In the next instant, Loki yelps as his seidr barrier in the doorway is broken from within by a long sword.

“Your Majesty!” Heimdall calls to him, and he cranes his neck to look at him, his hands still on the impostor’s shirt collar.  Odd that no danger proximity alarms have gone off in the Tower, and that he cannot sense any deceptive magic in or on the being before him.  Save for the faint smell of ozone, and of leather, and of something else that was how Thor had always—

Heimdall says, “Let him go, Loki.  He is your brother.  I saw him leave the void yesterday, and make his way here.  He asked me not to tell you, as a… joke.”  The disapproval in Heimdall’s voice could not be mistaken.

“Which was stupid of me, I see now,” says the impostor, and Loki whips his head back to see that stupid, familiar grin.  “I am truly sorry.”

Loki stares.  “How are you tricking him,” he mumbles to himself.  “Tricking Heimdall to see someone who isn’t there is impossible.  Or very nearly.”

“Consider that I am tricking no one, dear brother, and it should make sense.”  He places his hands over Loki’s at his collar and slowly pries them off.

Loki’s seidr trickles away as his shock increases, and his armor abandons him — he is left again with the too-large, reindeer-themed sweater.  He glances over his shoulder once more to meet Heimdall’s eyes, which are clear.  There are still no alarms or signs of foul play.  Tony and Bruce are smirking into their beer.  Steve and Sam smile openly, and turn away to go back into the Tower, to — what, give him some privacy to greet his brother?  His brother.  Thor is alive, Thor has come home…

He grits his teeth and says, “I loathe you,” to Thor before taking a single long step forward and hugging the life out of him.  He wraps his arms over Thor’s so he can’t lift them and locks his hands together against Thor’s back, then squeezes.  Thor coughs.

“Norns, let me g- huhhh, let me go!” Thor says, twisting.  “Let me hug you properly, Your Majesty,” he teases.

Loki releases him and wipes furiously at his tears.  “I don’t want any of your stupid h—”

Thor crushes him to him, hands on his back, and presses their cheeks together.  It’s mortifying, but it also feels really good.  Like every earnest hug he’d ever received from Thor or Frigga, wrapped up in one.  He can’t stop crying.  He desperately hopes everyone else has taken Steve’s lead as usual, and gone back inside.

“I’m sorry.  I’m so, so, so very sorry.  I’m here.  I’m home now.”

The antlers have made their way back onto Loki’s head (Strange must be involved somehow), and he petulantly tears them off and jams them onto Thor’s.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” he tells him, and at Thor’s bewildered look he begins to laugh.