#uhhh..................... lemme get back to you on that one because *runs away really fast*

[sealrock]

febhyurary, day 8: crystal

30th sun of the 2nd astral moon, 1568

elaine tatlonghari's field report #19 "it is the nineteenth day of our excursion deep within the eastern region of the twelveswood, and before now we have uncovered naught but the standard fare of dirt, rock, and peculiar vegetation samples. just when it seemed our luck, and our studium funds, were running out, my fellows from the excavation team stumbled upon something rather curious: a shimmering yellow stone—nay, 'stone' is not what I would call this, more like a crystal. no bigger than my hand, I find its weight strangely leaden cradled within my palm. upon further inspection, it's not like any crystal I have seen. to be so perfectly smooth without so much as a scratch, complete with jagged edges sharp enough to puncture skin. whereupon hitting a light source, the crystal takes on an almost translucent appearance. it appears to have a pattern etched on its surface, but I do not yet know its meaning. my associate haeljarr believes it to be some sort of star map for an ancient civilization that once inhabited this corner of the twelveswood, before the time of the amdapori; could it be a representation of an age-old constellation? I'm not so easily convinced; to have lay under the dust and grime of crushing rubble for such a long stretch of time with nary a sign of age to show for it... haeljarr was always fond of his lofty summations. it is my belief that this crystal is of our age, perhaps dropped by another archaeologist somewhere out there. we will not know for sure until further studies are done. nevertheless, we shall continue our excavation on the 'morrow in hope we uncover more crystals like this. if they're anything like allagan tomestones, this discovery should hold some worthwhile knowledge."

[sinning-23]

Backseat Pillow Princess (Pt.2)

And by popular demand (and because ei couldn't just leave it how I had it and planned on making a part 2 anyway) I BRING YOU PT.2! I really tried to conjure of some kinky freak nasty shit in this y'all so uhhh just be dually noted that I really tried my best with this.

Warnings: tag-team, p in v, multiple rounds, refractory period? we don't know her, creampie, unprotected, biting, choking, eiffel tower in a fucking car dude it gets wicked, nipple play, edging, degrading, praise, light banter, how did we end up outside the gd car????, spit as lube

Hope yall enjoy lol the endingit idk ill probably tweak it later yall pls dotn shame me i was starting to feel bad for makingyall wait so long!

Enjoy~

PT.1 HERE

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It all happens so fast that you can hardly register the clash of teeth and tongue. You can feel the growl that rises up his throat and past his lips on your own, the taste metallic but sweet.

You’re breathless, Wade attacking your neck with the same speed and intensity. Your senses are overwhelmed, body riding a 9-hour (give or take) high.

"You are a fucking sicko, you’re soaked through the leather." Logan grunts, tugging your lower lip with his canines,

"Forget that, look at her tits," Wade gasps, looking at the little bumps your hardened nipples made through the fabric.

Part of you should feel embarrassed but you can’t seem to function when there're two separate mouths and two pairs of hands adorning your body. If your uniform wasn't torn to shreds, it definitely was now, a familiar set of claws slicing latex leather away from your flesh easily.

"Great now what am I supposed to wear when this is over?! At least be a little nice to me!" You huff, peeling the shredded fabric away before attacking the older man before you.

A bit surprised, Logan leans back against the door, your chest flush against him as your breaths mix, hot and heavy in the space. You can feel Wade shift, large hands at your hips with your ass against his pelvis. Finding Logan’s zipper was easy, your fingertips tugging at it as you caught his lower lip between your teeth.

"C'mon let's make this fair. I’m the only one showing some skin.” You purr, pulling the little piece of metal down to reveal tanned, toned abs. The thin sheen of sweat and blood makes them glisten.

You practically drool, the sight of them in the moonlight now seared into your brain.

"Jesus you're built like a brick fucking wall-" You gasp, hesitating to touch before running your hands down Logan's chest, then stomach.

"Like a godddamn marble sculpture," Wade adds, taking his chance to admiring the man beneath the both of you.

He chuckles a bit, shrugging his sleeves off before connecting your lips again. It’s shot though, mostly because you can’t help but look at him.

“Nuh uh, lemme see you.” You command, pushing him back against the door.

He groans, your lip tucking beteeen your teeth as you presses kisses to his pulse, trailing downward as his neck flexed perfectly with the rest of his torso and stomach.

“Gorgeous.” You mumble, finally making your way down to his v-line before licking a stripe right back towards, ending it with a faint bite.

“Shame I can’t mark you up how I want, you’ll just heal it.” You sigh, thumbs tracing Logan’s belt now.

You grind down, a heavy, “oh fuck,” leaving your lips as Wade chuckles from behind you. Speaking of which, he had managed to pull your uniform a little past your ass, his hands squeezing the flesh there.

Of course you can’t help but tilt your head back, accepting sloppy open-mouth kisses from the mercenary when he cups your pussy from behind. Purposefully dragging his middle finger between your folds, his mouth swallows up your whimpers, a grin ever present over the lower half of his scarred face.

"Shit you weren't lying, she is soaked." Wade huffs, licking a stipe up your neck, his chest flush against your back

"You know I had to find a way to get your attention, I was starting to feel left out?" Wade taunts, his ring and middle finger two-knuckles deep in you, the squelching echoing.

Logan, eager to please makes a point to suck a mouthful of your tits, his canines grazing over them. He growls, breathing hot against your skin. His free hand cups your other, thumb swiping over your nipple as your palm presses down against his bulge.

"You gonna take it out or just keep pushing on it?" Logan grumbles, hips rolling into you.

It's hard to think, pleasure flooding your senses as you try your hand at helping his length spring free. Fuck, he's rock hard. And soon enough it's in your hand, hard, hot, and dripping with precum.

If you had to give an example of a photogenic dick, his would be at the top of your list. It's got a slight upward bend, the tip slightly tanned as beads of precum rolled down the side. And right beside that slick train that oozes downward, is a thick vein adorned by a smaller one. Your mouth waters, tongue lulling out of your mouth to taste it.

You're stopped, however, when Wade grips your hair, reminding you that HE is the one with his fingers in you, making your pussy drool with each thrust.

You pause, squeezing the base of Logan's dick in response, just to have the male sigh heavily under you.

"Almost lost your manners huh? That's okay I'll help you." Wade announces, seeing the brief irritation flash behind Logan's hazel eyes.

"You ask when you want something," Wade huffs, tone low and dangerous.

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath through your nose before using your thumb to press down on the tip.

"Please?" You whimper, mouth watering now, needing nothing more than to wrap your lips around his length.

"Please what, honey?" Logan encourages, using his thumb to push past your kiss-bitten lips and press down on your tongue, the saliva dripping down his palm and forearm.

"Please let me suck it." You finish, a satisfied grin finally filling Logan's features.

He nods his head in your direction, his fist at the base as you roll your tongue out your mouth, engulfing the tip, tasting the bittersweet precum slide down your throat. He groans, releasing his hand the farther down you go.

You thank the gods above for your almost nonexistent gag reflex, because once you got a feel for just how he settled in your mouth,you wasted to time getting him acclimated to your throat.

"Fuckkkk that's it, honey, swallow." He grunts, flashing those pretty canines as you do exactly what he says, the flex of your throat making his hand shoot to your head.

Between the feeling of you gulping Logan down and Wade's fingers still stretching you out, you're bound to reach your peak at any minute now. And then you feel it.

Empty for a moment, and finally...

"What, you didn't think I was getting this pussy ready for nothing did you?" Wade chuckles, your spine shivering when his tip slid between your aching wetness.

Arching more, Wade grabs a nice handful of the flesh between your hips and your ass, easily filling your needy cunt as you lift your head, gasping in response to the stretch. A sign of saliva connects your lower lip to the slightly reddened tip of Logan's cock. All you can do is whimper, bracing yourself as Wade thrusts into you, pace quick and calculated.

"F-uck!' You hum, each thrust breakign up the syllabus

Your hands scrath at Logan's chest, using him as an anchor to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. He only chuckles, tugging your hair to place a bruising kiss on your lips, his free hand using your saliva to pick up where you'd left off.

"Squeezing, fuck you're tight." Wade huffs, teeth sinking into your shoulder as Logan's lips swallow up your painfully pleasured whine.

"Close, so close, need it" Is all you can muster up, your hips now meeting his in an attempt to speed the process up.

And sure enough, the knot that had worked its way into your core finally snaps, your strangled moans filling up and pouring out the Honda, your head throwing itself back, as you ride out the high. All you can hear are praises and encouragement from behind and in front of you, all of which are fading in and out as your ears ring.

'Thats it'

'C'mon honey give it to me'

'Good fucking girl'

'So wet holy shit'

'Look how fuckin pretty you are'

'That arch, jesus christ'

"Sooo good, oh fuck yes." You whine, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

Once your eyes manage to flicker back open, you're met with the prettiest view, and you gasp at the sight, already feeling yourself ready for another round.

Thee he was, eyes screwed shut, brows creasing as his chest rises and falls in time with his fist, which was now dripping with thick, silky looking ropes of cum. His jaw is clenched, a growl bubbling past his lips as you reach your hand down to help guide him, the substance coating your fingertips.

"You look so pretty when you cum." You hum, then grabbing his jaw to give another forecefull yet intimate kiss, your tongues slipping past one another.

“My turn,” Logan growls, pulling the door open in one swift movement before tugging your body outside the car.

You gasp, legs feeling more like jelly after Wade had already turned your insides to mush.

You wobble a bit, using the edge of the door to steady yourself before you’re stuffed full again. An overstimulated moan forces its its way out of you. He feels even better inside than in your palm. And yet, he doesn’t move, the sound of Logan’s hollow, shaky breaths mere centimetres from your ear.

“Oh honey.” He groans, his hips moving just to slam back into you, a pleasured yelp leaving your lips in response.

“Can hardly take it, look at you fucking shaking.” He chuckles, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, your head falling foreward as you’re overwhelmed with so many different feelings. The pain from the fight mixed with the pleasure from his strokes and the previous orgasm.

“Don’t- oh Fuckk. Don’t patronize me-.” You whimper, gripping the edge of the door for dear life, the smack of his pelvis to your ass loud and rhythmic.

As if you weren’t already fucked out, Wade managed to scoot riiiiight in front of you, just enough so that his cock is resting against your cheek, and god does your mouth water.

“Let’s keep you busy, huh sweetie?” Wade hums, his tip pressing against your glossy lower lip.

You’re eager to accept, letting your tongue roll around the head before taking as much of him as you can. Every slight thrust of his hips pushed him further and further down your throat, alive dripping down your chin and onto the torn, blood-stained seats below.

It doesn’t take long before you’re right back to square one, legs trembling as your labored breaths quicken in pace.

“Ohhh fuck, squeezing. You’re about to cum arent you honey?” Logan chuckles, squeezing the flesh of your hip before landing a brutal smack to your ass.

He smirks at the sight of the recoil, and doesn’t it again, each smack leaving a nice shade of red. You don’t even have a chance to warn him before you cum, the blissful feeling making you shudder, throat coated with sticky release as Wade tangles his fingers in your scalp.

What you weren’t expecting, was for your release to trickle down your thighs, each thrust only making your squelch more and more. The familiar twinge of overstimulation ravages your senses as you swallow down Wade’s release.

And unfortunately, you’re empty again, peeking over your shoulder just to see Logan finishing on the perfect curve of your back. The pearly beads of cum rolling down your ass and up your spine.

There’s a few beats of silence, paired with the laibored breathes or three violent and fucked out regenerarive assholes.

But of course, Wades specially is breaking silence.

“Hey how come you didn’t squirt for me?” He huffs in faux disappointment.

You can practically hear Logan roll his eyes, whom of which had made a point to massage where he had hit earlier.

“Please shut the fuck up.” Logan huffs, shuffling around the car to either A: find something to clean you up with or B: something for you to wear.

Either way, you're beyond fucked out, the previous tension finally dying down as you're bathed in moonlight. It takes a little effort from the two males but they successfully lean you against the middle console.

Lucky for you, there just so happened to be an extra set of clothes hidden in the trunk most likely belonging to the variant you got this stupid car from anyway.

Meh, I think missing clothes will be the least of his worries considering this piece of shit car is absolutely thrashed...

And now tainted with spit and cum-

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[fanfic-me-up]

Capture This! || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more? 

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi​ and @im-here-for-the-heroes​ for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk​ this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol

“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?” 

Denki swallows. 

“Check.”

It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.

But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you. 

But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.

You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.

Oh, and did he forget to mention?

Totally off-limits.

This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.

He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.

This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.

Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock. 

“Fuck yeah...”

Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm. 

He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.

“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor. 

“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor. 

You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position. 

Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.

“How did you get in here!?”

“Spare key, dumbass!” 

“That’s for emergencies only!”

“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”

Silence.

“No?”

You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.” 

You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.

The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.

“Is that my face!?” 

Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.

“Uhhh…”

He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.

He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead. 

“Ho-hold on, let me just…” 

With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.

“Oops?”

Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer. 

“Denki Kaminari.”

Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business. 

“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”

“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!” 

“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”

Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.

The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.

“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.

“You may wanna sit down for this.” 

“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.” 

He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.

How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?

The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years? 

Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time? 

Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.

“I love getting off to you.”

A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane. 

Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.

He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.

“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”

He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight. 

But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”

The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.

“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.” 

Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.” 

Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.

“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.

“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.

“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.

That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.

“How bad do you want me?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A. 

You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.

It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone. 

Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.

“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.” 

Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.

“You love getting off to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.

“You’re the only one I get off to.”

You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.

“Show me.”

Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth. 

Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular? 

Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid. 

When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.

Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras? 

“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.

“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look…” 

Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.

“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.” 

Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.

“Touch me.” 

That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.

“Chill, Denki.”

He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” 

He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.

“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.” 

You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. 

“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.

He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.

“Everything and more.”

Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.

“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.

“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.

You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army? 

“What the fuck, Denki?” 

People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?

“What?” 

He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.

“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?” 

Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.  

“Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you. 

You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.

“Denki?” 

His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own. 

“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.” 

His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.

“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared. 

“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”

You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.

“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.

His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be. 

This thought doesn’t sit well with you.

Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.

“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.

He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in. 

“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.

You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again. 

“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.

“You close?” 

“Close, so close, Denki, please…”

Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.” 

Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.

“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-” 

You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.

“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”

You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.

“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”

Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line. 

He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish. 

You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second. 

“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”

“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.

“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”

It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.

You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.

Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.

The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.

“About time, bro, congrats!” 

“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.

“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.

“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”

You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”

Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.” 

“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?” 

You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.

“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.” 

“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”

Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.

You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?

“So…” you start.

“So…” Denki finishes. 

You both stare straight ahead at nothing. 

“Did you mean it?” 

You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.

“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?” 

You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him? 

You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did. 

He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.

“I meant it,” you say.

Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes. 

“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever. 

Until you feel something poking your thigh.

“Denki!” 

You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.

“Sorry!”

“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”

You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.

But you have all the time in the world to make more.

“... round two?” 

Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.

That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.

“To add to your collection 😉”

[corpsedaydream]

Can i uhhh request a headcannon/consept of corpse just carrying you around and picking you up -🐱

lets fucking gooooooo

_______________________________

carry on

the first time

it’s quick and enough to leave ur mind wondering about what else he could do. you’re at his place and the both of u aren’t the best in the kitchen but tonight u decided to make a meal together. a learning experience. but ur getting a little restless and boy oh boy ur in a ‘i know i’m being really annoying but i just can’t stop being annoying’ mood. and so ur doing little things like poking his side. or when he asks u to retrieve something ur deliberately getting something else. but he’s had enough when he’s about to chop something and u decide on playing a game of chicken by whipping ur hand out over the chopping board. he’d place the knife down and suddenly his hands are on the sides of you and he’s hoisting u up on a part of the bench that’s close enough to still watch but far enough away that u can’t reach anything to keep pestering. “don’t move.” he’d tell u, along with a chaste kiss against the corner of ur mouth. and u listen. bc u knew u were being annoying as hell and also bc it’s the first time he’s ever really lifted u and ur a little thrown off but also excited.

koala cling

when u haven’t seen him in almost two months. and fuck did u miss him so much. you’d jump into him and if he wasn’t ready for it, the two of you would’ve fallen over. but he was so ready, because fuck, he missed you too. your arms would wrap so tightly around his neck and your ankles would cross behind him to lock your legs around his middle. his arms would link so unbreakably around your waist. but even if he was to let go, u wouldn’t go anywhere, u were clinging onto him for dear life.

the jellyfish sting

holy shit it took u so long to convince corpse to go to the beach with u. and of course the one day he finally agrees, it’s the day a jellyfish wraps itself around ur leg and stings u to hell and back. he would be sitting on a towel, not quite ready to venture into the ocean like u did right away. and it seemed he made the right choice bc it was only a few minutes later u were doing an awkward run out of the water and once you’d hit the shore you’d drop down and try to unravel the sea creature from around your leg. he’d hear your sounds of pain and hurry down and at first he’s really not sure what to do. but once he saw the red straps of pain that were quickly forming into welts on your skin, he’d scoop you up. one hand around your back and the other under your knees. he’s extra careful to not bump the stings. there’s no life guards around bc u came to a more secluded beach where not a lot of people went so he’d carry u to the car and place you inside ever so cautiously.

drunk

he’d gotten a call at 1am. actually, he’d gotten about five calls. the first four kept ending quickly bc ur drunken self would get distracted by one of ur fellow drunk friends saying something and you’d accidentally hang up on corpse. only to call him back a minute later. eventually, he’d come to learn the point of the call was wanting to be picked up. and so there u were in his passenger seat on the way home, drunkenly babbling about the antics u and ur friends had gotten up to. he was taking u back to his place bc it was closer. once u both got there, he lost patience with ur slow, drunk stumble kind of walk and instead, hoisted u up in his arms, deciding it was going to be the quicker and more safer way for u to make it to his front door.

over shoulder

ur both in chaotic yet playful moods. and it’s lead to a game of murder in the dark. corpse is too good at being it. each time he finds u, he gives u a scare bigger then the last. this time is no different. he’s spotted u and he’s creeping up ever so silently and when he’s within reach, he yells and uses his strength to lift you up over his shoulder. u yelp at the sudden fright, but laughs quickly follow as you dangle over him from where he’s placed u. “i don’t think murder in the dark is meant to be a contact sport.”

a piggy back

the sun is going down. the sky looks to be hand painted in pinks and oranges by mother nature herself. u were so distracted by the beautiful visuals that u hadn’t felt ur legs going to sleep in your cross legged position. it didn’t help that corpse was in front of u, leaning back against ur legs and front, sending them further into numbness. u were feeling too content, looking at one of your favourite things to look at and having one of your favourite people in your arms. he hops up first when the sunset is almost gone completely. turning to look at u with a questioning look when u don’t make any effort to move. “i will literally fall over and die.” u over dramatise. he laughs but then he’s crouching back down in front of u. “hop on.” and so u do. ur arms wrapping loosely around his neck and your legs hooking over his hips. he’d be sure to get a good grip on your thighs before standing to his full height, shuffling u up a little higher so u could lean comfortably against his back and leave some sweet kisses to the back of his neck.

splash

u could almost fall asleep in ur current position. sun baking was not good for ur skin, but u couldn’t deny that u loved the feeling of laying out by a pool and feeling the sun beaming down on u. that is until a familiar pair of arms are slinking around u and a familiar laugh is sounding out as u gasp in surprise at the sudden lift. “corpse, no-” but it was all so quick, the hold he had to lift u from ur sun baking spot is quickly gone as he instead tosses u right into the pool.

am baby

u were fast asleep on the couch. he knew this would happen. u only had two more episodes left of a show u were watching and u were positive u could stay awake for them. but there he found u after he showered, eyes closed, slow deep breaths leaving ur slightly parted lips, sleeping soundly and missing the episode u had assured him u were going to stay awake for. had the couch been a little bigger, he’d leave u there. but the two seater would cause u to awake feeling all stiff and sore. he turned off netflix first before concentrating on picking you up. “mmm, lemme’ sleep.” you’d whine out croakily, being stirred awake upon feeling his arms slip underneath you. “gotta get u to bed, baby.” he’d respond. “gonna pick u up, okay?” he’d give u a warning before making sure his arms were around ur relaxed body securely to lift u up safely. the movement would wake u a little more but you’d quickly find yourself now resting against corpse. your torso pressed against his as he held you like a baby. he’d be leaning back slightly to support your deadweight, sleepy self. a smile present on his face as he could feel your slow, deep breaths fan over his neck as u rested ur head on his shoulder as he carried u to bed.

playtime in bed

ik what ur thinking and stop it!!!! lmao. u were mindlessly watching instagram stories in bed when u came across someone doing acroyoga. “look,” u tilt ur phone screen towards corpse and he see’s the look on ur face. “we can’t do that.” “why?! it’ll be fun, let’s just try once.” and he rly struggles saying no to u when u get all excited and that’s how the two of u found urself in this position. him flat on his back with his arms stretched upright to where his hands held tightly onto yours. his legs were also up, his feet pressed into your hips as he started to lift u higher. “isn’t yoga meant to be relaxing?” he’d question, bc all he could focus on was not dropping you and it was stressing him out while u just found the whole thing too funny and couldn’t stop laughing. “lift me higher.”

[risquefanfics457]

Hoiy 💕 may I request Okuyasu and Josuke reaction (separately if possible ✨) when their crush and friend invites them to a sleep over game/movie night? And when they are like “who’s coming?” They would say “oh I wanted to play/watch this with you?” And if they would be like but what about your parents they would be like “ahh they are away for the week and I don’t wanna be alone at night” them being flustered and asking each other for advices would be hilarious XD thank you!

I already did 2 sleepover HCs, so this will be my last kind of sleepover thing. And it kind of turned into fanfics. Okuyasu’s S/O is female here. 

Josuke

Josuke was walking home from school, pretty much alone. Okuyasu and Koichi had left earlier because they had exams and went home, so Josuke was a bit lonely. That was until you came running towards him, waving a hand in the air. “Josuke!” He turns around, “Y/N?” It’s odd for him to see you without his other friends around, not to mention he had an obvious crush on you, so when you approached he was a bit flustered. 

You huffed and bent down catching your breath. “God, you walk so fast... Holy moly...” 

“Uh, you alright, Y/N?” Josuke reached a hand out instinctively. You grabbed it, and he immediately grew red, not realizing he had held your hand.

“Sorry, Jojo. I was just wondering if you, *Huff* wanted to hang out?”

“Oh,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Like, you wanna get Okuyasu and Koichi?”

“No, not really.” His face goes blank, “Wait, so... just me and you...?”

“Well, yeah. If that’s okay.” You chuckle. “And get this, my parents are on business for like a week, so we have my house to ourselves!”

“-Alone?”

“Jojo, you good?” You straighten the straps of your backpack. 

“Yeah, YEAH! I’m great!, I mean, I’m good. B-but why?”

“Well, heh, I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t ask but,” You began walking in the same direction, but your eyes staring at your feet. “I like having company... my parents are usually around, and I trust them, a lot, y’know? I just want to be around somebody I trust... andI just don’t like being alone. Especially at night...” You muttered quietly and stopped.

“Oh, well, in that case, I’m down.” Josuke confirms, his heartstrings pulling.

You’re eyes light up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You jumped around a bit. Josuke smiled and started for the direction of your house.

“Uh, Jojo?”

“Yep?”

“That’s that way to my house.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You should grab your toothbrush and like, pajamas or something.”

“Why would I need those?”

“Because you’re going to sleeping over...?” You cautioned, wondering if he agreed to stay for the night. His face glows like a cherry, and whips around, "I’m what?”

His mind was going to start to wander, and you began to panic.

“Well, you don’t have to, I just. I feel safer with people I love being near.” You spit out without thinking.

‘Oh, good job’ You chided yourself.

“Y/N?”

‘That’s it. You fucked up.’

“You... love me?”

You stuttered, “Oh, did I? I don’t remember saying that... you might be hearing things, on second thought, I’m good! I’ll just see you at school tomorrow-!”

You turn to run in a panic but you feel strong arms hold you in place. They were big and muscled, you couldn’t get out of his grip if you wanted to, and you... didn’t want to. 

“Hey, Y/N. I-it’s okay... I-I like you too.” His chin rested on your head. “Please, just don’t run away.” You pulled your own arms up and put them on his. “I, I won’t.” He lets you go, and you turn to see his face, which was flushed, much like how you imagined yours was.

“Kinda more than like, really.”

“Yeah?” You smile warmly at him and it melts his heart. “Yeah. I pretty much in love with you...”

You jump up and wrap your arms around him. “So, it’s cool if you stay over?”

“Well, I’ve got to tell my mom. She can stick her nose in my business sometimes but I’ll just say I’m hanging out with Okuyasu if you’d like.”

“I’d like that.”

You began to walk again, this time in Josuke’s house’s direction, your hand drifted from you and found itself in Josuke’s warm palm.

Okuyasu 

 Okuyasu was hanging out at his place, just throwing some leftovers into the microwave. Exams had just finished for him. He felt kind of badly for going home early with Koichi and leaving Josuke at school but a few bits of some left overs from Tonio’s would surly brighten him up. He grabbed some sushi out of the fridge from last nights dinner too, and he went up the stairs to bring it to his dad, maybe he’d want some. When he got up he knocked and then opened his dad’s door. 

“Hey, Pops, you like California rolls, right?” The green creature graciously took the food and some chopsticks and hugged his son, blubbering something and making pretty incomprehensible noises, but he could tell it was all smiles and gratitude. 

Then a knock came from downstairs. “Hold on, Pops.” He bent out a window in another room and spotted you at the door. 

“Ooh! Y/N is here!” He shouted down the hall and ran down the stairs. He smiled wide and giggled like a kid and swung open the door. 

“Y/N!!!” His arms went up in the air and he pulled you inside without a second thought. “What’re you doing here?” There was a long beep from the kitchen. “Hold that thought Y/N! I got food in the zapper!” He always called things something strange like that. He ran back into the kitchen and you could sit down on the sofa and rethink why you were here. It’s just a question, nothing crazy, right? 

He comes out with a plate with what you think is spaghetti. “So, whatcha doing?” He asks shovelling food into his mouth. While he baffles over the food you quickly think it over before spitting it out, 

“Okuyasu, do you wanna have a sleepover with me?” He stops slurping up the pasta and looks at you, eyes like saucers. “Like, a friend sleepover? Or a more than friends who are having a sleepover. You flush. 

“Uh, just a sleepover...” “Yeah, that sounds cool! Lemme go tell my dad!” He puts the food on a coffee table and sprints up the stairs. “POPS, IS IT OKAY IF I GO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH Y/N?” He yells down the hall. You curl up into an embarrassed ball on the couch, why did he have to say it like that...? “BE RIGHT BACK Y/N!” It was a few moments later he came down with his school bag, but with a blanket hanging out and a toothbrush in hand and toothpaste loosely hanging out of the other. 

“Okay! I’m ready!” “Uh, cool.” You head out the door, and he starts heading in the direction to Josuke’s. “So are we grabbing Josuke and Koichi, or are they meeting us there?” You walk behind him and unknowingly grab his arm, “Actually, I was thinking... just you and me?” 

He squints and bends down to your height, “Hmm, hang on. Okay, Y/N I’m not the brightest guy in Morioh, but something is up. Are you asking me on a date?” You let go of his arm. “Uhhh...” 

“Because of you are, you should know that I am a man of many things, but lying is not one of them. So I’m gonna lay some truth on ya. I like you.” He points to you and flushes a little. 

 You stand in silence. Your heart races and your knees feel weak. “A-are you sure?” 

“Pretty sure. Now, I told you what’s going on in my head, now it’s your turn. Do you like me?” You are flabbergasted at the least. This was so, random, he never talks like this. Not to anybody. 

“Yeah... I guess,” You smile weakly. 

 “So this sleepover is for just the two of us, because you like me?” 

“...yes.” 

“Alright, cool. We’re on the same page.” He starts walking to your house. 

“Wait, Okuyasu! What does this mean?” You catch up with him, 

“Y’know. I don’t know. I don’t get that far usually.” 

You grin nervously, “Do girls frequently ask you out?” 

“Oh, no. God, guy like me could never score a chic like you. Nah, this is all new.” The next minute was pretty quiet. 

“You think, I’m pretty?” You inquired. 

“Ha, I’m might be a bit slow, but I’m not stupid, Y/N.” You feel a warmth spread in your chest, and you kiss his cheek. He stops dead in his tracks. 

“Did- did you just, kiss me?” “Is that a new one too?” You tease flustered. His moment of clarity suddenly stopped there, 

“Yeah. Okuyasu, I’m not sure what to do right now. Do you want to date me?” He looks down at you with his hand where you kissed him. 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you still want to sleepover at my place?”  You ask with his hand intertwining with yours.

“Yeah.”

(Okay so I have this headcanon that after Okuyasu’s brother died he made sure to let people know how he felt, and if he loved somebody, he would tell them, just in case he loses them) My heart- 💔

[moony-meadow]

The Very Hungry Beelzebub (3)

Previous Part / Next Part

“Uhhh…” Beelzebub was frozen. He was clearly unsure whether to reveal everything to Mammon in hopes of getting his help, or concocting some kind of lie to protect both his and my dignity. And I had a feeling that, unlike Mammon, Beel didn’t want to make the decision without getting my approval first.

“It’s okay, Beel, you can tell him,” I sighed. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to finding out what Mammon’s reaction would be. I honestly wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.

Though I couldn’t see it, I could easily imagine the confused expression currently painted on Mammon’s face as he wondered why he’d just heard my disembodied voice. No doubt he was looking around the room, searching for the source of the sound. “Huh? What was that?” he questioned, sounding thoroughly befuddled.

Poor Beel was going to be forced to explain the bizarre situation. Of course, I could try to do it, but it seemed like something that would be more easily done by someone not hidden away inside a stomach.

I could feel Beel take a nervous breath. He was obviously not looking forward to this. Despite being younger (and less powerful) than Mammon, he had never really acted like it. Beel would never take orders from the second oldest, and he showed no qualms about stepping on his toes. But now, he was anxious about admitting the truth to Mammon. What exactly he was afraid of, I didn’t know. Did he think his brother would be angry, or disappointed?

“After I started to recover from being sick, I got hungry...really hungry,” Beel began. “I-I wasn’t in control of myself. I ate everything in the kitchen.” I placed a hand on one of the fleshy walls, hoping it would come across as reassuring. “And then...and then Y/N came in.” He winced as he said it, and honestly, I did too.

“What exactly are ya sayin’?” Mammon’s voice had taken on an edge, a dangerous edge I hadn’t ever heard before.

Beel swallowed hard. “Mammon, I...I shrank Y/N and ate them.” He spit out the last part of the sentence, as if he was worried if he didn’t say it fast enough, he would never say it.

“You what?!” Mammon roared. I heard a commotion, and then suddenly everything around me lurched. I threw my arms out to brace myself against the walls. I definitely had not missed being thrown around like a ragdoll inside someone’s stomach, completely subject to their massive movements. “No, that can’t be right. Y/N has a pact with you. They woulda ordered you to stop.”

I could visualize the kicked puppy look on Beel’s face perfectly as he admitted to what he’d done in his hunger-fueled delirium. “They couldn’t. I put a silencing spell on them.”

More rough movements rocked my world, and then I heard, as well as felt, an echoing slam. I had a suspicion Mammon had just shoved Beel against a wall, which was difficult for me to imagine. I didn’t think I had ever seen him get violent with his brothers, or anyone for that matter.

“Mammon! Relax, I’m fine!” I shouted. The last thing I wanted was for things to get more physical, for my own sake as well as for Beel and Mammon’s. Seeing the brothers bicker and get at each other’s throats was commonplace, but I never enjoyed witnessing them coming to blows.

“Y/N?” Mammon exclaimed, his tone of voice instantly shifting. “Y/N, if you didn’t order Beel not to hurt you then you’re in danger! You’ll get digested--”

“Don’t worry, as soon as I got my voice back I made sure that wouldn’t happen,” I promised. The unfiltered concern in Mammon’s voice was more than a little endearing. The guy was quick to play the aloof, uncaring demon, though of course I knew that was all an act. It was refreshing to hear him being genuine and not attempting to hide his true feelings.

I could feel Beelzebub’s heartbeat begin to come down from its heightened rate as the tension in the room began to lessen. Once again he placed a gentle hand against his stomach, and I reciprocated with my much smaller hand on the other side.

“The only problem is I can’t bring them back up the same way you did,” Beel told Mammon regretfully.

“I guess that means you found ‘em tasty, huh?” Mammon said in a grumpy tone. Evidently he was aware of the little stipulation that prevented the Avatar of Gluttony from throwing up. I wasn’t shocked to hear Mammon was none too pleased about “his human” getting eaten by another demon. The Avatar of Greed was nothing if not possessive.

“Even the worst humans have a good flavor,” Beel remarked. “Of course Y/N would be leagues ahead of them.” My heart fluttered at the compliment, though it was a bit spoiled by the context of said compliment. I was glad Beel considered me to be “leagues ahead” of the worst humans, though I didn’t really like the fact that that seemed to go hand in hand with my level of tastiness.

“None of that matters,” I called out, eager to direct the conversation away from how enjoyable I apparently was to eat. “What matters is getting me the hell out of here.”

“Damn right,” Mammon was quick to reply. I had a feeling his determination was in large part attributed to his possessiveness.

Before Mammon had eaten me, when he was trying to convince me to agree to the whole endeavor in the first place, he had mentioned a backup place in case he was unable to cough me up naturally. His exact words had been, “if I can’t get ya out naturally, I could always just swallow the end of a string and pull ya out that way.” While the idea did sound pretty ridiculous and silly, I didn’t see any reason why it couldn’t work.

“Mammon, do you really think Beel swallowing the end of a string would work?” I questioned. I would be more than a little pissed if he had only offered that as a suggestion to trick me into letting myself get swallowed.

“Oh yeah, good idea!” Mammon exclaimed. “Lemme go find somethin’ that’ll work.”

“Wait, hold on a second--” Beel started to protest but was quickly interrupted.

“Beel, you should go to Y/N’s room so we don’t gotta worry about anyone walkin’ in on us.” After that came the sound of hurried footsteps exiting the room.

Beel remained still for a moment before releasing a soft sigh. “I’m going to make my way to your room,” he announced. “I doubt we’ll run into anyone at this hour, but just try not to move too much just in case.” He gave one last soft pat to his stomach before heading off.

While Beel definitely seemed to be making an effort to move slowly and carefully, the ride inside his stomach was still fairly unsteady. While it may have been my second time being eaten, that didn’t mean I was anywhere near used to the experience of riding around in a giant stomach.

Thankfully the trip to my bedroom didn’t last long and was completely uneventful. Once I heard the sound of the door clicking shut behind us, I let out a relieved sigh. “Is it okay if I sit down?” Beel asked tentatively.

A little smile formed on my face. Beel was so considerate and sweet. It was definitely a different experience being in his stomach than in Mammon’s. Aside from Beel’s far more mindful behavior, his stomach was also significantly bigger than Mammon’s had been. Of course that wasn’t surprising. He was the Avatar of Gluttony after all.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I replied with a light chuckle.

My environment creased slightly, signalling that Beelzebub had gone ahead and taken a seat. I myself took a seat at the bottom of the stomach, reclining slightly. Feeling much more confident that I would make it out of this situation alive, I allowed myself to relax a little bit. To be honest, being inside someone’s stomach was kind of comfy in its own weird way. I had gotten one of the best night’s sleep I’d had in awhile when I’d spent the night with Mammon. Of course, I would never admit that. Mammon’s head was already big enough as it was.

“Hey, Y/N?” I could feel Beel tracing patterns on the outside of his stomach as he spoke. “You know that I don’t, you know, just see you as food, right?” There was nervousness in his voice, as well as a large dose of guilt. He clearly hadn’t forgiven himself for what he’d done despite me having already given my forgiveness.

I paused for a moment. All seven of the demon brothers viewing me as tasty in some capacity was something I had accepted a while ago. I had forged friendships with them knowing that fact. At the start, the only thing keeping any of them from eating me had been my status as an exchange student. However, I believed things had changed. I couldn’t imagine any of the brothers intentionally trying to bring harm to me anymore. Even Belphegor had gone from wanting to kill me to being a close friend.

So maybe they all still secretly imagined eating me. It didn’t matter. Because I was convinced that none of them would put that desire before my wellbeing--so long as they were in their right mind of course. “Don’t worry, I know,” I reassured the demon.

“You’re sure?” Beel asked uncertainly. “Because I know I always talk about how delicious you look, and I ask if I can eat you sometimes--”

“Hey, I get it...well I sort of do anyway,” I said. “Humans are usually on the demon menu. I suppose it’s normal for you to want to eat us.” I added with a shrug.

I tried to imagine the situation from the demon perspective. To put it into human terms, I had to guess it would be like having a delectable ice cream sundae walking around and talking. I definitely wouldn’t feel comfortable eating a sentient ice cream...but that was beside the point.

“That doesn’t make what I did okay,” Beel stated firmly.

I sighed. “Well no, but like I said, that wasn’t really you.” I didn’t care that he wanted to eat me when he was in his right mind. All that mattered to me was that he didn’t actually do it.

It seemed likely that Beel would try to argue with me, but he didn’t get the chance before I heard the bedroom door opening. “Alright, let’s get Y/N outta there!” Mammon announced.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Eight: The Morning After (part two)

“Nothin’,” she smiled back at him, squeezing her hair out with the towel before moving it over her body (she didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on her breasts and legs when she toweled them off). “I’m just happy, is all.”

“Yeah?” He stepped towards her again, cupping her cheek with his hand, and leaned down to kiss her.

“Yeah,” she murmured against his lips.

“Me, too,” he kissed her then, one still-damp hand finding her equally damp waist, and she wound her arms around his neck, water droplets from his hair trickling down her skin.

It was stranger kissing him out of the shower while they were still wet than it was kissing him in it. She was cold, but in a different way than she’d been when they’d been outside, and she was more… present. Her mind was all there, 100% right there with him. Her head wasn’t in the clouds; she could think clearly.

At least, as clearly as was possible when one was having their second-ever non-solo-and-not-a-dream sexual encounter and that sexual encounter just so happened to be with one’s soulmate/twin brother.

Either way, she was doing a-okay overall. In any case, he was still kinda dripping, and so was she because although they had dried off, everyone knows that the only way to really get dry is with time, and Mabel was most certainly not up for waiting until they were adequately dry to lay on the bed without getting it all wet and icky.

He was kissing her neck, and definitely sucking some more hickeys into her skin (because apparently the right side of her neck was not adequately marked upin Dipper’s eyes, it would seem), and she ran a only-a-teensy-little-bit-shaky hand up his back, which, eek still bare still bare he’s still naked still naked-

“Dip,” she gasped his name quietly, and he hummed against her neck in response. “We probably shouldn’t… ah, that feels… mmm… we probably shouldn’t lay on the bed, but I want…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to express just how badly she wanted him inside her. She could only vaguely recall, and, uh. She wasn’t having that. She wanted the memory of how he felt inside her to be so vivid she could recall the sensation at a moment’s notice.

“We can in here,” he told her, pulling her bottom lip gently between his teeth and pressing himself against her.

“I- in here? Is that even a thing?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against her neck again.

“How does that work?”

“I’ve, uh,” he coughed, pulling away from her slightly. “Seen it done.” Translation: porn. He’d seen it in porn.

“Riiiiiiight…” she trailed off. “So, again: how?”

He kissed her softly and reached for her hand. “C’mere.” He pulled her in front of the mirror, which was still too fogged up for her to see anything but the vague shapes of herself and him standing behind her. And then-

And then he pressed another kiss to the hollow of her throat, right over where he’d sucked a bruise into the skin there the night before. He was pressed flush against her back, and he’d put both hands on her hips, trailing one up her side and then around to squeeze her left breast, pinching her nipple as he did so. She gasped, leaning her head back into him.

“Touch yourself, Mabes,” he whispered in her ear before continuing to suck her neck and pull at her nipple. She could feel him, hard against her lower back, and she slowly lowered a hand between her legs. “Put your fingers inside for me.”

She struggled with this from the angle she was standing at, but if she bent down a little, she was able to just… it was nothing like him. He’d filled her perfectly, and in comparison, her fingers fell woefully short.

“There you go,” he encouraged in that soft, sexy voice that she wanted to drown in, reaching up to grip her other breast, giving it the same attention as the right. She gasped again, a sound that was almost his name, but not quite. “Open yourself up for me. Pump your fingers in and out.”

She did so, and it felt good but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him. “D-Dipper,” she whimpered, the syllables of his name struggling to emerge from her throat.

“Mmm?” He was grinding himself against her, pulling and twisting her nipples.

“Please,” she begged.

“Tell me what you want, Mabes,” he told her softly, almost yanking at one of her nipples as she continued to move her fingers inside her.

“You,” she was practically sobbing, she needed him so badly. “Please, Dip, I- I want you inside me so bad. Please,” she begged.

“Anything,” he promised. “Anything you want.” He removed his hands from her breasts, and she whined quietly at the loss. “Bend over and put your hands on the counter.”

She pulled her fingers out and did as he said. Dipper reached down between her legs to find where her entrance was, and she whimpered again as he touched her,

“Dip,” she whined, desperate for him.

“I know, sis, I know,” once he found it, he put his hands on her hips and thrust inside her and-

Holy fucking shit if she thought he was deep before, she had no idea what she was talking about, because what he was doing was, like. Next level deep. She squeaked, because she 100% had not been expecting that.

“Fuck, Mabel, this is- fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting into her again.

“It feels good,” she whimpered, and then yelped when he thrust into her again. “Ummf!” Another thrust. “That’s- oh fuck, Dipper, please don’t stop,” she was begging him again. She knew she was. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything. As long as he didn’t stop, the sky could fall and the sun could explode for all she cared.

He thrust again, his hips slapping against her ass. “Why-why would I-“

“Harder,” she whimpered, clenching her fingers against the counter. He obliged, and Mabel couldn’t contain her screams. They echoed off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Scream for me, Mabes.” Mabel did, and he groaned, slamming into her. “Fuck, that’s so hot. I love it when you scream like that. All for me. Tell me it’s all for me.”

“A-ah,” Mabel gasped, struggling to speak because the dude was just. He was just not letting up. “All for you, Dipper.”

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy, I- I love you,” he gasped, punctuating his words with a thrust. “I love you,” he said again.

“I lo- mmmmmf just like that, yeah- I love you too.” Her arm was flat against the counter, and she was leaning her forehead against it, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth open slightly.

He pulled back a bit too far at one point, accidentally pulling out of her. “No!” She exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at him desperately. “Come back, put it back, bro bro, please!”

He realigned himself with her, slamming into her again, and her body jolted with the force of it. She cried out, startled at how rough he was being. He leaned forward, resting his chest against her back, kissing her neck and as he snapped his hips forward.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly, kissing her neck again. Mabel reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a gasp. “There you go,” he encouraged, pulling back up and thrusting into her again.

Mabel was whimpering quietly, which seemed to spur Dipper on, because he pounded into her furiously until she was screaming for him again, just the way he liked. He let up a bit, emphasis on a bit, because he was still gripping her hips hard enough to bruise (which, yes yes yes his fingerprints bruised into her hips fuck yes) and, for lack of a better term, fucking her senseless.

“Rub yourself faster,” he gasped out. She did as he told her, focusing on the feeling of him moving inside her and the sound of his moaning. Everything about him, everything, was just so unbelievably sexy it should’ve been illegal.

She felt herself clenching around his cock, and when he groaned at the sensation, she knew she was getting close. Rubbing herself as fast as she could with him slamming into her like there was no tomorrow, she managed to get out a few words, “Dip I’m- I’m gonna-“

“Good girl, that’s it,” he praised, fucking her harder. At his words, Mabel convulsed for a half a second, and then her body froze, her mouth hanging open. Dipper never stopped thrusting into her throughout her orgasm.

She was shaking afterwards, trying to catch her breath, her whole body sensitive and tingly. But he didn’t stop, he just kept going. Not that she minded, of course. It was just she was sensitive as all hell.

She was whimpering, gasping quietly, and he was going faster and faster, until-

He pulled himself out of her with a jerk and a groan, and Mabel was concerned for a split second because it almost sounded like he was in pain, or this weird mix of pleasure-pain, and she winced at the loss of him (how had she gone her entire life feeling so utterly empty?). There was something warm and wet trickling down her back, and she realized he’d just cum on her, and shivered at the thought, because his cum was on her skin oh god Dipper’s cum was on her skin.

“Shit,” he muttered, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. It was… nice to think that it was her who’d made him so out of breath. “Stay there, lemme… lemme get that for you.”

“Huh?” She was dazed; his words weren’t really sticking. She barely registered the sound of the sink being turned on, even though it was right next to her, or the shower door opening and closing again a few seconds later. A warm, wet cloth was being rubbed along her back and some on her butt, even.

“There you go,” came Dipper’s voice after a minute or so (not that Mabel could’ve pinpointed the time it took him, of course). “Uhhh… you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m- I’m good. Sorry, kinda out of it,” she pushed herself up from the counter.

He laughed awkwardly, looking away. “That’s… probably my fault.”

“It’s okay,” she told him softly, turning and falling into his arms, her bare chest against his. “I liked it.”

“Me, too,” he smiled, kissing the top of her head “let’s go lay down, okay?”

Mabel nodded.

He led her to the bed, an arm around her waist. Once she’d plopped down, he grabbed their respective underwear, and his shirt, and he was looking around for hers, too, when she reached up and snagged it from his hands, along with her panties.

“Gimme those,” she said, pulling on her panties and then yanking his shirt over her head. She grabbed it in her hand and brought it to her nose, breathing in deeply. Ah, she thought. Dipper smell.

“Uhh… Mabes,” he said awkwardly, pulling his boxers over his narrow (and incredibly sexy, if she were being honest) hips. “That’s… that’s my shirt.”

“No doi,” she told him, laying down and patting the space beside her. “Imma wear it. Suck it up, buttercup.”

“...kay.” He got in bed next to her, and she rested her head between his chest and armpit, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the crown of her head affectionately.

“I love you, bro bro,” she told him softly, snuggling up against her.

“Love you, too.”

Mabel couldn’t have said exactly how long they stayed like that, peaceful and content, somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness. It was perfection. It was heaven.

Until they heard the door to their room open, and their parents walked into their little haven.

[haunted-by-catholic-guilt]

Bleed Her Out Before I Wake

Hey! This is pretty heavy on drug use and a very temporary character death in form of flatling.

TW FOR SEMI GRAPHIC VOMITING, DRUG USE, LACED DRUGS, IMPLIED SELF HARM, DISORDERED EATING DUE TO STRESS, VOMITING BLOOD

Ft- Jet and Rita QPR, Vespa being soft, and Peter with EDS, its not important to the fic but it is important to me.

title from Heroin by Badflower

“Mista Steel?”

She stood at a cracked doorway in the Carte Blanche, the light was on in the bathroom but other than that it was complete darkness around her.

In the eerily lit bathroom, was her ex-boss and long-time friend, retching into the toilet for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Go ‘way Rita- Don- Don’t wanna see this”

She sighed, it had been a bad day for all of them, involving Sola at a party he was undercover at a party with Peter, the subsequent drug-taking that occurred there so they wouldn't seem suspicious.

As soon as Rita got word on what happened, which unfortunately happened after the heist, all hell broke loose.

Buddy immediately pulled them out of the heist, despite Juno’s protests, saying he felt fine despite the fear in his voice and his shaking body.

Peter absolutely did not agree with his girlfriend, his facade almost cracking as he dragged them out of their, Jet waited in the Ruby 7 outside, his hands were holding the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

By the time they got to the car alone, Juno mumbled something about feeling dizzy, and his breathing was off, hitching at each inhale.

As soon as they got to the ship, Juno pushed away from the others, into his room.

No matter who told him to, he refused to come out of his room.

Rita knew Mista Steel needed his privacy, she remembers the first withdrawal he went through with her, she doesn’t know if it was sola, alcohol, or something else though, he was too out of it to tell her.

In their time together, the lady had spent days in her apartment, vomiting and crying and shaking, at one point even being sent into a seizure because of the withdrawal.

This felt different.

It had been years since he’d taken anything, and he didn’t look like he used to after taking something, what was once something that brought him… joy almost, now made him look scared and tired.

“Mista Steel I’ve seen you worse, but I gotta come in, you’ve been alone for hours and I’m gettin worried.”

He groaned before mumbling a quiet ‘come in’.

The sight she saw was not a pretty one.

He was slumped against the wall, his skin was shining with sweat, and he had taken his top off at some point, revealing many scars, some newer, and his makeup was running off.

“Told you it wasn’t pretty.”

Rita shrugged before sitting next to him on the floor, they would need to talk, about what happened, but Mista Still just looked so… tired.

“Drink some water, boss”

She handed him the cup, or tried to, his hands were shaking too much to grab it, so, she helped steady his hands, holding the glass gently to his lips.

“Sorry about this, know I fucked up.”

He wasn’t wrong but also wasn’t right, she simply sighed and set the glass down.

“Alright, come here”

He looked tired, she was too, but he almost immediately slumped against her, seeking out comfort from the past.

It didn’t take him long to start crying.

She ran her hand through his sweat-soaked curls.

“I didn’t wanna- I didn’t- Rita I-“

He was shaking so hard in her arms, someone else was standing outside the bathroom, Ransom, she suspects.

“I know Mista Steel, I know”

His breathing was rough, he swallowed and a wet click came from his throat, he whimpered, curling into Rita.

“Are you gonna be sick again?”

He shook his head, but Rita gently maneuvered him anyway, leaning over the toilet.

He gagged, harsh and painful, nothing coming up except bile, he had been puking all day, nothing to eat or drink.

“Hurts- it- it hurts so much Rita”

She felt her heart shatter into a million little pieces, holding him up and rubbing his back, he was too weak to hold himself up.

“It’s gonna be okay, boss”

She wasn’t sure anymore.

And she really wasn’t when Juno started to cry out in more pain and the dry heaving stopped.

Because now, she was pretty sure he was puking up blood.

She tried to hide the panic in her voice as she called out.

“Uhhh Mista Ransom I know you’re outside the door and I really need you to grab Miss Vespa ‘cause Mista Steel is puking up blood and I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.

You could hear his heart drop.

Within minutes, Peter was back with the medic, even scarier, she wasn’t complaining and Rita was also distantly aware of Jet standing behind her.

Vespa burst through the door, and knelt down in the open area around Mista Steel.

“Damnit Steel”

She motioned for Jet to grab him, but Juno started to squirm and try to escape the people surrounding him.

“Nno fine- ‘m fine”

Vespa growled, but Jet managed to move her out of the way and kneel in front of Juno himself.

“Juno, I know you do not wish to let us help you, but you are very ill, for reasons that are not your fault, and it would help us all if you would please come with us.”

Jets voice and words calmed him down, and he let himself be picked up by Jet.

Jet walked swiftly to the medbay, careful not to jostle him while they walked, Rita considered distantly the protectiveness Jet had of the boss, wondering where it came from, but she appreciates it nonetheless.

“J-Jet lemme down- gon’ be sick”

Vespa cursed and dove for a trash can they were walking past, and Jet carefully set Mista Steel down, the lady’s body crumbling, unable to hold himself up.

Jet realized this, and propped him up, looking slightly uncomfortable at the factor of comforting the lady, but it didn’t take long for Juno to slump over the trash can and start puking.

“Shit”

Vespa cursed, her low voice full of concern, somewhere next to her Mista Ransom made a concerned noise.

“What’s going on?”

Buddy was behind Vespa, towering protectively over all of them.

“Not sure, pretty sure he managed to tear his stomach lining.”

The worry settled over the crew like a heavy blanket, Rita felt tears in her eyes.

“How did it happen so fast, Vespa? Does it not usually take a few days?”

Peter kept his normal composure, worry seeping through.

“Usually, but he’s been sick with nothing in his stomach, and he’s also probably shot most of his organs with his behavior at a young age, wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t the first time.”

“Fuck”

Juno was still heaving over the can, clearly in pain, too weak to even hold onto the can.

Peter settled on the floor next to his love, the self-control of respecting the privacy the lady clearly wanted was gone and if everyone was honest, Juno didn’t seem to mind.

The thief opened his arms, and Jet helped maneuver Juno into them, where the ex-detective immediately latched onto Peter.

“Hurts- please it-“

Peter shushed him and ran his hands through sweaty hair, rocking him gently.

At some point, though, Vespa noticed something that caused even her to feel worry.

“We gotta get him to the medbay now”

Peter looked down in fear to where Vespa’s eyes were laying, and was horrified to see a large, ugly, black bruise coloring his lady’s stomach, red splotches inside of it.

His lady was bleeding internally.

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Peter could hardly believe the mess they had gotten into.

He really didn’t want to.

At the party, he… he didn’t know, he wasn’t with Juno, he had to use the bathroom, and when he got back His lady may have offhandedly mentioned it but he didn’t even realize until Rita began to scream over the coms.

The look Rita gave him back on the ship made him want to cry.

Juno pulled away from him, wouldn’t let anyone near him as he locked himself in the bathroom.

Peter was scared.

Rita yelled for him to get Vespa and everything moved so fast for the next ten minutes.

And now, Juno was in surgery, hooked into machines galore as Vespa worked over him, filtering a tube down his throat.

Mallory-Weiss Syndrome was one set of words Peter was able to pick out of Vespas growling, a tear in the stomach lining, usually caused by excess vomiting and coughing.

Juno had been ill since the night before, and probably didn’t eat the day of the heist, meaning it was just acid.

Peter felt sick himself.

His lady was hurt because of his lack of focus on a heist.

But what was making him so sick?

It could have been laced, of course, it would’ve caused some nausea likely, but not this, especially with the low dosage, but it could have been his body reacting to the drug entering his system for the first time in so many years or-

“Peter, darling, are you alright?”

Buddy had her hand on his shoulder, and he inhaled shakily.

“I’m.. I’m fine, Captian, worried about Juno is all.”

She pulled him into a hug, and he started to cry despite himself.

“Peter, it’s not your fault, Juno knew what he was doing, Rita and Jet suspect that he didn’t even feel the need to take it because of the temptation, only the safety of the heist.”

Peter pulled away from Buddy, he didn’t deserve the comfort.

“I just- what’s making him so sick?”

Buddy sat in a chair that was pulled up by the medbay door, looking extravagant as ever.

“We’re not sure, Jet mentioned that the fear of becoming addicted again may have sent him into a panic, but my Vespa will run some tests to make sure it wasn’t laced.”

He nodded, looking out the window.

“Ransom, darling, you know it’s not your fault, right?”

He looked down, pursing his lips together.

“It- Captain I left him, it was.”

She sighed, and Peter felt shame prickle in his back.

“Mista Ransom is wasn’t, Mista Steel knew what he was doin”

He didn’t even know when Rita got there, but soon she was hugging him, hardly reaching his chest.

He let himself feel the comfort for a second, before they all went back to waiting quietly outside the medbay, a worried film over the crew of the Carte Blanche.

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Hours must’ve passed before the door to the medbay opened, and the disgruntled medic stood in the door.

“Vespa? Is Juno alright?”

Vespa looked tired, she had blood on her shirt and Peter didn’t think it should be there.

“He’s gonna be okay”

Relief wiped over the crew but the bitter taste of fear stuck in the air.

“It… was bad. The drug was laced.  Another chemical. He flatlined. Five minutes”

Peter felt his heart stop.

His Juno died.

“Ransom, you in there?”

Vespa was looking at him, everyone was.

“Juno he- he died?”

Rita was crying, sitting next to Jet, and Vespa had made her way over to Buddy.

“No, well, yes, kind of but he’s not dead anymore.”

He was still worried shitless, but his love was… going to be okay.

“He had a tear in his stomach, the puking caused it, but I’m gonna guess either the drug managed to weaken his stomach lining or his past drug abuse and it’s side effects weakened it, which caused it to bleed internally more. His heart gave out while I was cauterizing the tear. It was messy, but he will make a full recovery.”

Peter was sobbing and felt rather embarrassed by this.

“Ransom, he’s okay, you can even go see him.”

Vespa was being… oddly tender towards him, which made him more uneasy, but he collected himself.

“I- I think I will, Rita, would you like to join me?”

She nodded vigorously and let go of Jet, who she was holding too tightly.

They walked quietly into the room together and the sight scared them both greatly, Juno laying on the small bed, hooked up to more machines than Peter could count, tubes up his nose and one down his throat, pale and sweaty.

“Juno”

Peter was so scared for his love, he was asleep, tired out from the day.

“He uh- he’s gonna be out for a while, I’ll bring the extra cot in here ina bit so you can stay in here and actually get some sleep, I had to intubate him, he’s hooked up to a lot of antibiotics and uh, feeding tube, he’s not gonna be able to eat but he needs nutrients.”

He pulled a chair next to Juno’s sickbed, holding his hand and running hands through his hair.

“Juno I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry my love”

He was crying and he wanted nothing more than for Juno to wipe his tears and tell him it was gonna be okay.

Hours passed with him and Rita sitting by his side, hardly speaking, Jet brought tea, Vespa brought them food, tried to make Peter eat best she could, it didn’t work.

“Ransom, you gotta eat”

He didn’t.

Rita left at some point, Buddy sat with him for awhile too, trying to convince him to sleep and eat, but he wouldn’t, only sitting with Juno, not letting him go.

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Juno pried open his eye, feeling like glue was holding it together, and was greeted by bright lights and a steady beeping sound.

The memories of the past however long it had been came back to him.

The sola, the sickness that followed it, concerned voices surrounding him, Vespa looking down at him, worried as hell.

He tried to turn his head, but the tube down his throat stopped that.

That wasn’t good.

He tried not to freak out, but that failed.

“Calm down or I’m gonna have to sedate you again Steel”

Vespa was above him again, and her face was stern.

Other voices were around him, Rita and Jet were talking at the end of the bed, and Buddy was on the other side of him trying to keep him calm

He couldn’t hear Nureyev.

“Shit- Steel if you don’t stop moving you’re gonna fuck up your throat and I don’t wanna deal with the complaining.”

He tried to stop moving but everything hurt and he needed to run he needed to make sure Nureyev was safe he needed to-

The world went dark.

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Buddy was happy she finally got Peter to sleep in his bed for a few hours.

Juno looked… terrified, hurting, and scared beyond any way she could describe.

Everyone looked tired.

Her Vespa was clearly worried even, which scared her more saying her outward hate of the detective.

Vespa motioned for everyone to leave, keeping her head down.

Buddy walked over to her once Rita and Jet had left the small medbay, holding her face in one hand and wrapping the other around her, gently tilting up the medics head so she could see her loves eyes.

“Shit, Bud I-“

There were tears in her medics eyes, and Buddy knew that she wasn’t telling them the whole story or situation.

“He’s strong, Vespa, he will be okay”

He needs to be.

Vespa rested her head for a moment on the other woman’s chest, keeping her close, and for just a moment they stayed like that.

“He’s- he’s really bad off, Bud”

She knew, of course, that her lover didn’t hate Juno, or Peter, for that matter, but the whole situation had taken Vespa’s guard down completely it seemed.

Many nights they talked about it, getting Vespa to try and trust them, and Buddy also spent time pointing out the ways he showed his affection towards people, to point out how the lady would make sure to get Rita’s snacks whenever he was planetside, and how he would help Jet whenever he needed it.

Vespa thought about the times he would sit with her, when her eyes darted back and forth and everything was too much and the screaming wouldn’t stop, how he would engage her in conversation as much as he could, or play music, trying to remind her that she wasn’t alone and that she was real.

After a moment, Vespa pulled back, and walking back over to Juno.

“I uh- gotta take this out. He should be able to breathe now”

Buddy nodded and rested a hand on Juno’s knee, careful not to get in the way and to not look, she wasn’t squeamish by any means, but seeing Juno like this…

“You should sleep, Bud, I’m gonna stay with Steel for a bit.”

She looked at her lover, who was now washing her hands in the sink, she looked tired and scared.

“I think you need it more than I do, my love, why don’t you rest on the cot for a while, and that way I’ll still be here with you?”

Vespa nodded, walking over to Buddy and pushing her face into the captain’s neck, almost purring like a content cat, before laying on the cot, her love close enough to protect.

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Jet did not want to think about this.

He had dealt with his own struggles of addiction, he even wished to partake in those habits now, Buddy had saved him.

Now, he had more people to help him, and he cared about them each.

Juno Steel, one lady who Jet was very protective of due to the vulnerability he’s seen Juno show, was in danger.

And Rita, his friend whom he held closer than most, was very upset about this.

The short lady had spent the larger part of the past forty-eight hours pacing around the room they had begun to share, mostly for convince and comfort, crying, eventually wearing herself from said crying and sleeping, or trying to keep herself calm enough to calm Jet down after he was hit by a nightmare in the few hours of sleep he got.

This was bringing up less than pleasant memories for him as well.

Seeing Juno in that bed, so small and sick, after one pill, shook Jet to his core.

Seeing Juno so sick from what others gave him made him angry.

The nightmare was about M’Tendere, as many were since their death.

Rita laid on top of him like a blanket, something she had discovered worked to ground him after a few weeks together on the ship.

He wrapped his arms around her, they were both in distress, and the least they could do was be there for each other.

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Juno did not wake up for four days.

Peter refused to leave his side for all but 8 hours.

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Juno woke to a weight on his side.

He tried to move his head to look, but unlike last time, there was no tube down his throat, only a plastic oxygen mask on his face.

Trying to move wasn’t working either, one hand was thoroughly trapped under whatever, more so whoever, was using his hip as a pillow, and the other was connected to wires with needles in it.

Ah.

He was in the medbay.

“Steel, you finally up? Not gonna flip out and hurt yourself again?”

Vespa was talking quietly, probably not to wake whoever was sleeping on his side.

He nodded, the mask moving uncomfortably on his face and it was then he realized he had a tube in his nose as well.

Vespa moved quickly, gentle more so than he thought, pulling the mask off his face, checking that he could still breathe, and slowly removing the tube that was in his nose, a very, very, uncomfortable sensation.

Breathing was still hard, so Vespa put some more tubes up his nose, despite his complaints.

“Steel, you’ll be fine, less uncomfortable the other, it’s just gonna sit in your nostrils, calm down, I gotta keep you breathing or your boyfriends gonna be mad, and so will the captain.”

He let her do it.

When she finally was done poking and prodding him, he looked at whoever was laying on him.

Nureyev.

He looked like shit, his black hair was greasy and he was wearing one of Juno’s shirts, and a pair of leggings Rita had bought him.

It made Juno’s heartbreak.

“He’s sat vigil in here for days, so figured we’d let him sleep.”

He looked back at Vespa, hell she looked exhausted too, her eyes were deep and sad, wearing a sweater Juno had knit for her, and jeans that she’d always had.

“Call if you need anything, I’ll let you rest but uh, sure everyone will wanna come see you soon.”

She stalked towards the door, and he felt an odd pang of affection for her.

“Thanks, Vespa”

She smiled and he swore for a second that she looked almost relieved.

“No problem  Steel, just… don’t do this again.”

Some time passed, and he was able to wiggle his arm out from under Peter, running his hand through the thief’s hair.

“Mmph-“

Peter was making noises in his sleep, and it took a lot of what Juno had not to laugh, god, he loved this man.

“-uno?”

Peter was looking up, with bleary eyes, and part of Juno felt guilty, his eyes were puffy and red, clearly crying before he fell asleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead”

It took Peter a moment to process, he was clearly overtired, but when he finally processed who was talking to him, his eyes filled with a bright color, with a hint of worry left in them.

“Juno, oh, my love, you’re awake.”

Peter looked like he was about to cry, and he shot up from where he was sitting, likely uncomfortably, and he kissed Juno’s face in any place he could reach, and before long, Juno felt tears that weren’t his own on his face.

“Baby, babe, stop”

Peter looked vaguely like a wounded animal at being told to stop loving his lady, the lady whom he thought would die in his arms.

“Nureyev, baby, I’m okay, I’m okay baby, I’m here”

Juno held his face so gently, wiping the tears that were staining his perfect skin.

“I’m sorry I scared you baby”

Peter pulled away from him, sitting on the bed next to him, slipping on the mask of Ransom.

“My dear I am sorry you were so poorly and I couldn’t do anything I just-“

Juno sat up carefully, and leaned forward, grabbing Nureyevs face.

“Baby, it’s ok to be scared and sad, it’s alright”

Peter fell against Juno’s chest, careful not to jostle him too much and not to hurt him.

Juno wrapped his arms around Peter’s back, holding him close.

“I was- I was so scared, you- you were-“

Juno shushed him, the sound of Peter crying hurt his heart, and he was sure Vespa would explain when she got back.

A knock on the door, probably the others, Peter sat up, quickly donning his mask again, just before the door swung open to reveal the rest of the crew, Rita running towards Juno’s bed.

“Oh Mista steel I was so worried and I-“

Juno opened his arms, and Rita carefully climbed onto the bed, where Ransom had evacuated for just this purpose.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Rita.”

She escaped his hug, carefully wiping her tears and nose on her sweater.

“Oh Mista Steel it’s alright I just.. it felt too much like ol times for a bit, but Mista Jet helped a bit but I was still real worried cause Miss Doctor Vespa said-“

Just then, Buddy and Vespa came into view, gently cutting Rita off.

“Why don’t we let my Vespa explain that, dear?”

Rita nodded and slid off the bed, pushing Peter back onto it, while Buddy sat on the opposite side.

“The sola was laced.”

Juno cringed, trying to look away from them, ashamed and embarrassed, but Buddy (and the tubes in his nose) kept him looking at the crew, at his family.

“We- we can talk about that later, though, uh, the point is is that you had a tear in your stomach and you- you flatlined at one point”

Peter looked away from him, and Juno reached and grabbed his hand, it was scary, yeah, but he was asleep, and Peter had to see it.

“I had to intubate and you woke up at one point and I had to sedate you, it was bad, really bad.. heh”

Buddy held her hand, and he looked up to see Jet had a hand on Rita’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t mean to”

Vespa sighed and sat next to Buddy on the bed, closer than he had been to her while conscious.

“I know, but you’re gonna need to be more careful for a while, you’re stomach is healing, you’ll make a full recovery.”

He smiled and thanked her again, and after a short time, it was decided that he could probably go back to his quarters, mostly so that Peter would actually sleep but no one said that, with the proper equipment and supervision.

After everyone else had left, it was just Juno and his love again, and it was even more obvious how tired he was now.

“Nureyev, baby, when’s the last time you slept in an actual bed? I was out for four days, please tell me you actually slept during that time?”

Peter avoided his gaze, fiddling with his fingers, almost moving them as a fidget, something they’d tried to get him to stop doing.

“Babe?”

Juno was worried about Peter,  he looked pale and thin, more so than usual, and the way he held himself was one that usually was reserved for when the thief was in pain, hunched over, his perfect posture gone.

“Juno I-“

The lady could tell his love felt guilty, though he couldn’t understand why.

“Baby, I know you were worried but… I’m okay now, and you know that not sleeping, and sitting in that chair for so long makes your pain worse, why didn’t you let someone else sit with me?”

The thief looked exhausted, leaning his head in his hands.

“I couldn’t simply leave you, Juno, I needed to be there-” Juno sighed, truthfully the lady himself was exhausted, the nose tubes had been removed, as were most of the IVs, save the antibiotics Vespa didn’t trust him to take on his own.

“C’mere”

Juno opened his arms, and after a moment of hesitation, his thief shuffled into the open arms, still stiff in his form.

“I’m sorry”

The thief was uncharacteristically quiet, his voice shaky, and you can tell he had wrecked it from crying.

“Baby you didn’t… you didn’t do anything wrong, just, please take care of yourself too, I know I was sick but I don’t like seeing you hurt”

Peter rested his head on the lady’s chest, his chest was still bare, years of scars exposed from many things to Peter, they only made Juno more beautiful, but his heart still ached at his perfect love’s suffering.

He reached his arm across Juno, running slim fingers against the scars, both self-inflicted and those from many syringes that had entered it.

The ones from his years partying were the ones Peter hated the most right now.

Juno sighed, gently moving his love’s hand from the arm, and cradling his face and meeting red-rimmed eyes, glistening with guilt and relief.

He pulled him closer, feeling warm breath on his skin was grounding, he was exhausted and the shame was setting in.

“Let’s just get some sleep, baby, we can talk more tomorrow”

After a few moments of silence and Juno had assumed the thief was asleep, a few more moments and he was almost asleep.

“Juno I- I thought I was going to lose you when I just got you back, you died and I was scared”

Peter was crying, holding him tightly as he could without hurting him.

“I love you, Juno.”  

No matter how many nights they spent together or how many times he said it, making love in their room, or simply staring into the eyes of the other it would never stop making the lady’s heart flutter.

“I love you too, Nureyev.”

It didn’t take long for the thief’s breathing to even out, followed shortly by Juno’s own.

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Buddy checked on them the next morning, knowing they wouldn’t make it to breakfast, and thought of her own love suffering when she found out how ill Buddy was, how hurt Peter was.

She put it away for another time.

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

Mikey x Fem! reader ch: 2 & 3 (combined)

(Y/N) had no idea who that stranger was. Despite the dangers ahead, she doesn't care much about that. She couldn't stop thinking about those hands however. She has never seen anyone with three fingers in her whole life. Other than that, she wants answers. With a boost of confidence, instead of going home, staying out late should be a breeze. In her opinion to be exact. It was the next morning, and she grabbed some extra food and soda to help her stay up all night as much as possible. School is the same as yesterday. Thankfully she wasn't given any homework today either. She met up with her friends at an after school club and hopes she doesn't forget what she has to do afterwards. After the club has ended, it's time for her to find the mystery stranger.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I was walking around trying to find the figure. It was very quiet as usual. There was no sign of anything....nothing. Just myself. I sighed thinking to myself if I would just give up, but I chose not to. I kept on walking far and wide into the streets. That is until I found it. The figure.....it was standing before me. But why? Whatever it may be, I do feel a bit uneasy. Without saying a word, the figure runs off quickly. I decided to follow it. I ran to its direction as fast as I could. When It got to a corner of a random street, it stopped. I hid in a corner of a wall that way it won't see me. I waited for the figure to make its move. That's when it jumped into a sewer. "A sewer? B-but why would- *sigh*. Who am I kidding?" I walked towards the sewer area. I know I couldn't get in that way because the lid itself is too heavy to lift. I looked around to see if there may be a second entrance to it. And I did. There was a rectangular hole that seemed big enough for me to squeeze in. I took off my backpack, and managed to enter. I grabbed my bag, and started to walk into the sewer line. It was really dark so I had to take out my phone to turn on the flashlight. I kept on walking until I fell into a slide like area. I was sliding downward screaming but laughing at the same time. It was kinda fun, it almost felt like one of those water slides you go on in a local water park. I landed on my ass which kinda hurt. "Ouch!" I rubbed it, and got up immediately. There are so many sewer pipes, I couldn't figure out where the figure may be, so I decided to go straight. It was a long path to get through. Just as I felt like I may be close, I heard footsteps. No. more than just footsteps. A skateboard too? I started to panic a bit but managed to find a sewer pipe large enough for my tiny body to fit. I hid in there, and waited for whoever was coming straight ahead. What I saw, made me wonder. There was.....four creatures running passed me. "Hey guys! Wait up!" said the fourth mysterious figure trying to get its skateboard running. What's weird, is that it has rockets on it. Plus, I can't even see the person at all. Just a silhouette. "Come on Mikey! We got some foot clan butt to kick!" another one said in the distance "okay okay! Calm down Raph! It's not the end of the world you know!" it rode away with the others and the sound soon went to silence. I slowly got out, and decided to keep walking "that was.....Fucking weird." I said to myself trying to figure out who those people were. I walked a couple more steps until I found this strange looking door. Well technically it's not a door per say. I noticed it was slightly opened. I looked back for a quick moment to see if no one else was around. The coast is clear thank god. I slowly opened the strange yet mysterious entrance, and revealed some kind of lair. It's weird that a lair is located in a sewer. I also noticed The height of the entrance from here all the way to the ground does seem a little high. So basically I had to jump down like as if i'm in an action movie. I took a deep breath and counted to three. "one.....two.....Three!" I jumped and managed to land on my backpack since it's on my back obviously. I got up and stared at the place. "Woah!...." I walked around, and it had crazy technology, bedrooms, exercise weights, and a ramp for I'm guessing skateboard tricks like the ones you see at a local park. I looked around and noticed there was a sleeping rat in one of the rooms. A huge rat to be exact. I almost made a single sound after it scared me. But thankfully my words were stuck down to my throat. I sighed in relief that it didn't wake up at all. Guess it's a heavy sleeper. I walked around some more, and the bedrooms have doors. The same exact shape as the one where I entered the place. I entered one of them and noticed a small TV with a PS2 and DVD player sitting there. The room was kind of a mess too. It was littered with pizza boxes and candy wrappers. Gross. In the corner of the room, there was a mini fridge with a pack of Orange Crush Soda hidden in the back of it. After taking a look at that, I checked at the condition of the TV and PS2. surprisingly, they were in good shape. Even the DVD player is too. The TV is an early 2000s model. Old, but still good. I turned both of them on, and they work. "Oh. neat" I smiled a bit and I made the decision to play with it. I slowly and quietly closed the strange door, and took out one of my old games I always played in my childhood. "I haven't played Sonic Unleashed in a while. Might as well go ahead and play for a bit." I turned down the volume as low as possible so I didn't wake up the strange rat, and started playing. An hour in a half passed, and I started to get tired. Although I did eat a few of my snacks and since I ran out of drinks I ended up drinking some of the orange crush soda from the back of the mini fridge, I kept on yawning. Since I'm too lazy to head home, I might as well just spend the night here. I paused the game, and ended up falling asleep on the nice bed. It's kinda nice here. Quiet, no interruptions, a nice spot to play some games and have some time for myself. I just hope nothing goes wrong at all.

end of P.O.V The Mysterious heroes who are actually turtles have returned home to the sewers and one of them spoke. "Sensei! We're back!" the rat was meditating and no longer sleeping. "Where have you four been?" The turtle with the blue bandana named Leonardo spoke "we had another foot clan attack. We managed to stop them on time." The rat sighed. "Did anyone see you? Anyone at all?" they all shook their heads. "No Sensei. We got away as quickly as we could." The rat nodded and responded. "Good. you may all rest now my sons. We have a big day tomorrow." they all looked at each other. "What day is it?" Leonardo asked. "Training day." they all groaned and the rat chuckles. "Now go. I must concentrate." they all went to their rightful rooms and the youngest of the four named Michelangelo stretched his arms and fiddled with his orange bandana. "I'm gonna go on ahead and play me some video games!" as he got to his room, he noticed the TV was on along with the game system. "Huh? Hey wait a second! I don't remember playing this game at all!" He removes the game disc from the system, and yells out to one of his brothers. "Raph! Were you messing with my game system again!? And where did you get this game!? Did you rent it or something!?" The red bandana turtle named Raphael comes into the room. "What? No! What are you talking about? Lemme see that!" he takes the game disc from him and takes a look at it. "You serious? Do I look like the kind of guy who likes playing as a blue furry that runs like the flash?" Mikey stares at him in an irritating way as his own brother tosses the game disc across the room. He looks down and notices the empty cans of soda on the floor and looks back up at Raph. Raph himself was now getting angry. "You hid a stack of orange crush soda from me without even telling me!?" Mikey starts to get angry too. "Yes I did! And don't lie to me! I know YOU found them, and did this for a good laugh!" Mikey and Raph argue back and forth until they stopped when they notice movement in Mikey's bed. "What was that?...." Raph pushes him out of the way, and takes out one of his weapons. "Stand back." He grabs the sheets, and snatches them out of the way and sees (Y/N) sleeping. They both stood back as Raph dropped his weapon in complete shock. "How- what-.....where-?....oh god there's a g- a gi-..." he couldn't speak and they both looked at each other and ran out of the room in a panic. "Donnie! Leo!" they both yelled as the other two were busy doing their thing. "What? What happened?" Donatello said as he adjusted his glasses and purple bandana. "There's a g-girl in my room! And a- and uh R-Raph almost killed her on my own bed! And-" Donnie stopped Mikey. "woah woah woah! Slow down! You're saying there's a girl in your room?" Mikey nodded frantically. Leo shows up eventually and spoke to them. "what are they talking about?" Donnie responds to him with a sigh. "it appears they saw a human girl in Mikey's bed." Leo looks at them and takes a deep breathe "show me. Now!" they take them to the bed, and see (Y/N) still asleep. They all looked at her and Donnie started analyzing her. "Okay. according to my analysis, she is 18 years of age, 5'0 feet tall, 125 pounds, (H/C), (E/C), and somehow it shows me her uhh.....cup size. They're quite an impressive size for a young adult if you ask me. Wish it didn't scan them though." the other three's eyes lit up when they heard that word "cup size huh? What is that?" Mikey asked. Donnie whispers to them what cup sizes are, and they widened their eyes in surprise. Mikey blushes bright red. "Aaaaand I am now questioning my own innocence, thank you very much." Raph smirks giving his younger brother a noogie "all right Mikey! Our own little bro's first lesson in becoming a man! Woo!" Mikey playfully pushes him off shaking his head smiling. "tch. whatever bruh." Donnie finishes analyzing, and looks at Leo. "what shall we do?" Leo looks at the girl and sighs "well uhhh-" Mikey interrupts him jumping up and down excitedly "Can we keep her? I promise to take good care of her! please?" Raph and Donnie facepalms, and Leo looks at Mikey with a long pause, then proceeds to speak. "We'll might as well let her stay for the night. But we're taking her back home tomorrow!" Mikey squeals excitedly "Yes!" Leo then talks again "and one more thing! If Master Splinter finds out, we gotta tell the truth. But first when she wakes up, we gotta know how she got here. First thing in the morning before our training day starts. Got it?" Mikey nods. "Oh yeah! Totally. Yeah...." Leo nods. "Good. come on guys. We gotta go to bed. Sensei wants tomorrow to be on point. That goes for you too Mikey!" Mikey nods with a smile on his face "aye aye captain boss bro!" Raph looks at Mikey who is staring at (Y/N) "she's really pretty man." Raph nods "yeah. Never seen a girl like her before. Hopefully when she wakes up, we can have a nice chat with her." Mikey nods. "What about April? She's pretty too." Raph chuckles shaking his head "nah. She's too bland. Maybe this one may be a keeper." he winks with a daring smile. Mikey chuckles and Raph pats him on the back. "Well it's getting late. Night Mikey. See ya in the morning." Mikey looks at his brother as Raph leaves the room. "Night bro." Mikey decides to sleep on the floor and hopes this girl may be the one for him. Despite that, in his heart, he can feel it beating like a steady drum right now which means it's love at first sight for him. TO BE CONTINUED!....chapter 4 and 5 are next soon! :)

[yyxgin]

no bar!! never fret about replying late. i know what it’s like to not want to talk to anyone. honestly. i won’t call it (my experience) a depressive episode bc one of my friends used to brush off me when i was saying things like i’m depressed and say ‘sad’ instead. like if i were to say ‘that made me/i am depressed’ she’d say something like ‘oh god same! like if it’s making you sad,, don’t do it.’ which is a v poor example of what she did but i never called it depressed after that bc she pissed me off n was disregarding of my feelings (even though she’s incredibly anxious herself) bc i didn’t get it officially diagnosed. idk if you’ve ever read about birth control pills but i always read on tumblr people calling them literal depression pills and i ignored it, thinking either 1) people were being dramatic / were over-dramatising it or 2) it wouldn’t happen to me anyway. it fucking happened and they were not being dramatic. i was never happy n always working on minimal sleep n making self depreciating jokes all the time bc it was the only way i could cope with my thoughts n constant mood swings. so what i’m trying to say is,, i know how it feels. if that’s any consolation. it’s not me trying to be ‘oh me too!’ or ‘mine was worse than you’ it’s just me being understanding n telling you it’s okay. also lemme at your friends!! i’ll stomp them out n get the barman to run them over for you!! they’re so mean to forget you!! i find that deciding i want to do something specific n then asking the appropriate people if they want to do saïd thing/place works for me. it can be a simple ‘we should do this, when are you free?’ helps. making it known that you want to do things helps. or aggressively remind them that it’s nice to be asked bc it means they thought of you even if you couldn’t go n tried to include you. or we can revisit me stomping them out w my beloved barman,,, whatever works best for you my dear <3

admittedly me and one of the girls were discussing that we are going to miss our manager. even though literally everyone moaned about her (i feel like it’s impossible to avoid in literally any job/situation) she did have her moments and she did a lot for the staff like after work-drinks, asking the chefs if we could order off of the customer menu instead of the staff menu or whatever they cook in bulk for everyone to take home in the evening. apparently she did this a lot more than the previous manager. she has a good heart but sometimes she ignored some of the girls when we ask for days off or our availability for the week which was very annoying of her. it could’ve been a lot worse, i suppose, but overall she wasn’t terrible.

thé lady who lives in my town and drops me given the chance, told me the other night that she used to be the duty manager. i asked her why she stopped and she explained that when they furloughed everyone they asked her to come back on like half pay or something? idk i just remember it being explained as they wanted her to come back sooner and take away her furlough so she said no and got demoted. but somehow she still gets some of the furlough? idk i have been taught that asking how much or discussing specifics of paychecks kind of thing is rude, growing up. she has been telling me they keep asking her to come back (now they’re asking her to be a supervisor since she declined the manager role) and she keeps saying no. i love her and want the best for her so i won’t say anything to anyone about the conversations me and her have had (i mean, apart from maybe my mum if i can remember, and you bc, let’s be real, you don’t know me and idk you) and she says they’re just difficult to work with as a management team. she even said our area manager isn’t impressed with our current assistant manager (who is currently the only person on an houred contract since our manager left) which shocked me since i personally think he is quite good considering he has a good relationship with the staff and kitchen (he’s thai so he can communicate with the kitchen better than most of the wait staff (some wait staff are thai but mostly not)) i think she doesn’t want to be the eldest person in management or she doesn’t want the age gap to be so big since she has a kid she can lecture at home, she doesn’t need to be looking after people at work, y’know?

also today, me and one of the girls were upstairs (two floors of the restaurant!) and it’s nearing 11pm and her brother (who also works there) comes up and asks us when we’re finishing (mostly her lol) but we had two tables just sitting talking amongst themselves so she just said idk. he was saying he wanted to go bc he’s tired etc n he’s driving n she was like it’s fine go home i’ll call an uber or something n he was refusing to leave her behind. (i feel like i brushed over the two tables sitting there but it must be noted they’re the only tables left in the entire restaurant and we were the only two wait staff still there, apart from her brother but he changed and was waiting downstairs). anyway, she was sweeping (i was cleaning the booth/sofa thingy chairs as it was a mundane task we could do to pass time and while she was sweeping by one of the tables thé boyfriend was whispering to his girlfriend saying ‘should we go?’ and the girlfriend said ‘why should i care?’ and the girl came over to tell me v quietly and i got so upset for her. bc she is literally the sweetest person on the earth and the only reason i didn’t go to ask the manager to see if i could go home with the lady who offers to take me (ex-duty manager lady!) was so she wasn’t alone up there. if i had been the one sweeping near that table i would’ve snapped so fucking hard at them. i mean, we’re 18 and have lives and sleep schedules, and we’re working until 11pm on a thursday before we even get home?? like i wouldn’t have minded staying if they were reasonable tables but after the gf said that i was like ‘shall i go get our stuff from the staff room?’ so i could split as fast as possible. in the end the temporary acting manager came up and told us we could finish and she kicked the tables out ten minutes later. i told her what the table saïd and she thought that was mean and unnecessary too. i was also worried about my sleep tonight since i have my first vaccine tomorrow morning. that’s why i was more pressed about what time i left work today. oh well.

im sorry for talking so much about work! sometimes i don’t have someone to talk to about it (at home) bc of my weird hours and sometimes i don’t like re-explaining things to my mum if she doesn’t get it the first seven times. sometimes it’s just a little too draining as she doesn’t understand since she’s a lifer at her job. it’s easier to explain to my dad but then i get a whole lecture on something that i ultimately have no control over n id rather just bitch w the girls at work but the problem is WE’RE AT WORK!!!

also i booked for my first tattoo!! i’m excited. it’s for next week,, which was super quick considering i was expecting to have to wait soooo much longer. i’ve been telling people about it and that it’s happening but i haven’t had the pleasure of telling people exactly where i got the idea from. bar, my dear, you know wheein’s new album, redd? well, it comes with loads of things, including these stickers (one for each song) and the one from springtime was just so perfect and when i saw it my first thought was, this would be a perfect tattoo. and so i am having it tattooed on my body. a subtle nod to kpop whilst also having something meaningful on my body. i also have just decided i want a small, minimalistic (or one-line art) rose on my sternum, kind of in the valley of my breasts, bc my nan was a rose. i like having her close to me. i recently got her necklace fixed which has left me feeling so incomplete after it broke in august last year. it’s been almost ten years and i think i’m long overdue something to remind me of her. i fiddle with my necklace when i’m nervous which is why i love it so much but incase it breaks again (i pray it doesn’t but i have a long life ahead of me) i would like her close still.

gosh there’s never enough space in my head to remember what i want to tell you so i’ll stop here for now since i should sleep to be able to wake up in time for my first jab. i’m scared but it’s whatever i’ll do it i suppose,, eeek 😨

ilyl ~ 🌻

thank you so much for opening up to me about this, it means a lot to me :( i am so sorry you had to go through this and honestly,, i really resonate with you. i feel like when i talk about my emotions and my sadness (dont know if its okay to call it depression either but yea), my friend either always either makes me feel like my emotions arent valid or she tells me she doesnt know how to help, which is frankly, why i dont talk about my emotions to people irl anymore. i dont open up and it takes me a long long time to do so if i ever do, because i tend to feel insecure/not safe :D so really, thank you for telling me and i hope you are doing better. your emotions are valid and i am always here for you 

HAHAHA i mean i dont have many friends so theres not many to stomp on:( but i mean,, i get passive aggressive when i feel forgotten/left out so you best believe i told my friend how im feeling, but like uhhh it didnt do much. i spent the whole weekend at work and i was free on friday but my friend decided to ditch me and yeah. i havent been out in like two weeks now and i mean i am an introvert so i dont mind that much but even i want to socialise sometimes

aah i mean every manager has their flaws, no one’s perfect. my manager keeps calling me to go to work even though i was literally there for 11 hours on saturday AND sunday which means i worked for 20 hours in two days. and i work 20 hours a week at max. and i already worked some hours before the weekend so i think i have like 30 hours now and she keeps calling??? dude i need a break too,,i am so exhausted and tired of this shit :dd

oh i totally get what the lady that drops you off sometimes told you. i would feel a little iffy if i heard it too, but like,,,judge by your own experiences!! if you feel like something is off, you can always leave,, so i wouldn’t be so stressed about it.

why are people so rude ??? dude,,you should care, because we are all human. everyone has their needs and their lives and i bet he wouldnt like it if he was the one in your place. why should you stay there longer just because he didnt want to leave?? that was so unnecessary. people are weird beings and i learnt that after working with them this weekend,,,like i litereally got screamed at because i couldnt accept cash in different currency. like,,what tf do you want me to do?? i dont have every single currency with me so i could give u the change ?? tf ??

ALSO ITS OKAY TALK ABOUT YOUR WORK HOWEVER MUCH YOU WANT !!!! i also feel like i dont have anyone to talk to about work bc my parents dont listen to me as much as they used to these days and my friend unsurprisingly just doesnt care bc she doesnt work,, and i dont wanna talk to my internet friends abt it as much bc i feel annoying so i am glad us two can talk about these things together !!!! 

YOUR FIRST TATTOOOO WHOAAAH thats so cool. i love tattoos hihi dfkja idk if u already had the appointment but tell me how it went after !! i wasnt able to find the sticker on the internet but im sure it looks hella pretty. also i love how it reminds you both of kpop and your grandma, its wonderful <3 i really want to get a tattoo one day,, and i also want something meaningful (not that i am hating on people that tattoo themselves just for fun and have no meaning behind their tattoos i just have commitment issues so i want something long lasting). alSO my crush (yes i have a crush now ew) has a tattoo and it looks like satan lowkey,,but apparently its a japanese something (i forgot the word oopsies) and it means jealousy, bad past and wisdom ?? i was like BOY IF U DONT??? fjdkla he has blue hair btw i am very much whipped but he also doesnt know me and i am older than him so this is embarrassing

ALSO I HOPE YOURE FEELING WELL AFTER GETTING THE VACCINE !!! 

ily <333

[m41z13m1n3cr4ft]

damn shawty whoooaaaaaa

pairing?: tommyinnit and original enby oc. not romantic

genre: kinda fluffy, kinda comedy, a wee bit angsty with tommy

trigger warnings: tommy gets in his own thoughts and does a mini brain spiral, not too intense though and i dont think anything else happens so. :} but lemme know!

timeline may be off i ouuhguhgohg listen. im tryin my best BLSKDBF

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It was a hot summer’s day, the sun beating down on Bimbeez’s back. They’d traded their striped sweater and jeans for a white tank top and shorts, they’d been expecting to be working hard that day. Yesterday, Tommy and them had agreed that, despite how much they didn’t want to, they’d go grinding for wood the next day. And now there they both were, chopping and swinging away at the oak trees near the Pogtopia base.

It’d been a couple of hours already and while they both had gathered a significant amount of logs, they still had a long, long way to go. Tommy flopped down against one of the logs they’d yet to drag back to base. He ran a hand across his forehead, slick with sweat and grime. “Beez, we outta stop for a bit.” Bimbeez nodded silently, taking their place next to Tommy. “Too fuckin’ hot to be workin’ like this.”

“You got that right.” Bimbeez let out a groan, spreading their limbs out over the tree and through the soft grass. “Can’t believe we got stuck with this, this sucks.” They used the bottom of their tank top to wipe away the work from their face, hoping to get mostly clean. They took off their heart-shaped glasses, once again using the fabric of their shirt to wipe them clean. Their stark black eyes shimmered with the light reflected off the tinted shades, making the light on their face a bright pink.

“We should get someone else to do it for-” Tommy stopped, his mouth curling into a mischievous grin. “Beez, what if we kidnap someone to do it?”

“Tommy, that’s terrible!! No way.” They placed the glasses back onto their face, breaking into nervous laughter from his suggestion.

“No, c’mon Beez, listen! We’ll take someone, and use them to grind for wood! We’ll take their stuff hostage”

“Tommy, no! We aren’t kidnapping anyone. Plus, Wilbur would, like, kill us.”

“Pfft, what?? Beez, no he wouldn’t, Wil- He’d get it, he’d understand, right?” Tommy tried to stop the peels of laughter that poured from his mouth. He’d turned to Bimbeez at this point and was nudging their arm.

“No he wouldn’t, dude! He wants you to lay low, you’re exiled.” They huffed along playfully. Their tone grew more serious, though. “I mean, if Schlatt found out you’d kidnapped a L’ma- … Manbergian citizen, then…”

Tommy rolled his eyes, clearly NOT having it. “Beez, Schlatt’s a bitch, alright? He- he couldn’t take us if he tried.” He struggled to get the words out, too excited about his new idea.

“Tommy I’m not kidnapping someone with you, I’d be killed.” They shook their head and rested back against the log. The fatigue of their afternoon was starting to settle in their limbs, though, and the idea of someone else taking over for them sounded pretty appealing… No, they decided, it wouldn’t happen. One, there was no way it would work, and two, Schlatt finding out about their involvement would mean exile, or worse. They couldn’t risk it.

Tommy had continued blabbing about his hostage plan when Bimbeez noticed something far off in the woods. They leaned forward, squinted, tried to make out the figure, and they gasped. “TOMMY look!!” Their yell turned quickly to a harsh whisper, as to not scare away the figure. They pointed over to it and bounced where they sat. “It’s a caaat!! Yooo it’s a calico she’s so pretty holy shit.” They spoke quicker, starting to flap their hands.

Tommy, excited now by Bimbeez enthusiasm, also started to flap along with them, beaming. Finally, something fun to do. “Ohhh shit!! Wait, you got fish on you, right?”

“Uhhh. No.” Beez grimaced, thinking. “Wait okay. Okay. Keep an eye on her, okay? I’ll be right back-” They sprang up and started towards the river near the base. Hopefully, they’d find a salmon in there and bring it to the cat. Tommy didn’t even get the chance to object before they were already jumping into the river, their squeals and laughter heard all the way from where Tommy sat. Well, so much for doing something fun.

He sat restlessly, staring hard at the cat sitting so far away. Everytime she moved he tensed himself, ready to get up and give chase, but she never moved. He overheard the splashing of Beez in the river, and their occasional cry of frustration as they worked to catch some fish. Whatever… 

He thought back to what Bimbeez had said before. About Schlatt. He guessed he was lucky to have loyal friends like Tubbo and Bimbeez, friends who’d go against the President’s wishes just to spend some time together. But something felt wrong, really wrong. They were endangering themselves. For him. Well, also for Techno and Wilbur, but they weren’t really around whenever Tubbo, Beez and him went on “adventures.” Bimbeez even said they were kinda glad that Wilbur and Techno weren’t there to bother them while they worked, something he hadn’t noted at first. What if something happened to them? Because of him? He hugged his legs close to his chest, bouncing a foot against the ground. The cat still hadn’t moved. He wondered as to how she’d gotten all the way out here. Unless there was a village or a swamp nearby, there was no reason the cat should be out in an oak forest…. Maybe she was all alone. She’d gotten lost, she’d gotten… shunned away. Maybe she was like him. Exiled. Separated from their friends. Lonely. He sighed out, sprawling out against the wall. At least he had a family. The poor kitty had nothing. Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was just a kitty, who didn’t feel alone or upset or abandoned. He envied that mindset. If his thoughts would just stop racing like that…

“Tommy I’m back!!” Bimbeez stamped up to the blonde boy from behind, releasing a handful of slimy, still squirming fish into their original seat.

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK DON’T TOUCH ME!! WHAT THE- THEY’RE SLIMY!!!” Tommy yelled, torn from his thoughts. Thank God for the distraction. Bimbeez hopped over to Tommy’s side of the long, grabbing one of the fish and spearing it with their sword. They continued this process, ensuring that all of the fish had stopped moving.

“Okay, here’s the plan. You sneak around behind the cat, and I try to take her from the front. You catch her if she tries to run off, got it?” Tommy nodded, a wide grin lined on his lips. “Cool cool! Here, take some of these.” They handed half the fish they’d caught to Tommy, who fake gagged as he took them. “Just in case she escapes.” Bimbeez stood up, crouched to a lower level. Tommy copied the action. Then silently, as if in some great escape, they creeped towards the cat.

Tommy made sure to diverge from Bimbeez’s path, crossing behind a tree and around another, until he was finally behind the cat. Beez was slowly making their way over to the kitty, a decapitated salmon held in their outstretched hands. They whispered and cooed to the cat, hoping to gain her trust. The cat stared at Bimbeez, wide-eyed. She looked ready to bound away at any moment. Bimbeez, once she was only a few feet away from the cat, set the fish down on the ground. “Here kitty, kitty, eat up.” Their voice was a couple octaves higher, they spoke to the cat as if she were a baby. The kitty, still suspicious, creeped a little closer to the fish. Beez looked up to Tommy, beaming proudly, and Tommy gave them a thumbs up back. The cat sniffed at the fish, took the tail into its mouth - and dashed away.

“GET HER!!” Tommy lept after the cat, his long legs aiding him in chasing the kitty. Bimbeez followed soon after. They bounded and weaved through tree roots and rocks and hilly structures, trying their best to keep the cat in sight. But they were no match for the cat. Their previous exhaustion hadn’t left them, hadn’t freed them from its burning grasp, and they were falling fast. Beez was the first to collapse, tripping over a twisted root and completely eating shit. They lay on the ground, too weak to stand, and they called out to Tommy to keep going. He didn’t acknowledge, just kept running. Shortly after, they heard an “oh fuck” and a loud thud. They’d lost the race, and now the cat was gone.

Bimbeez sighed out, solemn from the loss. Somehow, they managed to tug themselves off the grass bed beneath them and make their way over to Tommy. They plopped beside the boy, who still laid on his side from when he’d fallen. “Damn it.” They panted every other word. “We lost her. Jesus, that sucks.” Tommy did nothing but nod in response, completely defeated for all of two seconds. The two sat for a while in silence, trying to catch their breaths and regain the strength to stand.

That is, until they heard movement in the grass. Beez peered up from their moping and let out a small gasp. The calico had returned, padding softly over to the two. Beez was stunned. The kitty sat close to Bimbeez, her tail flicking from side to side. She mewled and Bimbeez covered their mouth with their hands. The meow caused Tommy to look, who gasped upon seeing the cat again. “Holy shit, there she is!!” He tried to keep his voice to a whisper but he just couldn’t contain his excitement. Beez grabbed a fish out from their inventory and handed it to the kitty, shocked into silence. She took the fish from Bimbeez’s hands and began to eat. Beez, taking a leap of faith, stretched their hand out and started to delicately pet the calico. She tensed, stopped her eating at first, then she relaxed and let Beez pet her. Beez sighed out, the happiest they’d been in a while.

“Hi kitty… Let’s get you back to the base, huh?”

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They’d set the calico up on a new bed Bimbeez made just for her. Beez was sitting right by the bed, watching the cat snooze off her meal, despite them desperately needing a bath. Tommy sat behind them, converting half of the wood into planks. He couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head. About Tubbo, Bimbeez, Schlatt… He had to ask, just to get a sense of clarity for himself. “Hey, Beez?” Beez sat up with a hum and looked over at him. “Why do you come out to see me?”

Beez gave a huffy laugh in response. “Well, ‘cuz I think you’re cool, duh.”

“Well I get that, I just-” Tommy paused. He needed a moment to collect his jumbled thoughts. “-I mean, why do you risk so much just to see me?”

This made the enby pause and reflect a little. “Hm. Well, I think that’s pretty obvious too! I like you a lot. I like seein’ you and hangin’ out, I don’t care enough about the law to let it stop me.”

“I’m just so scared,” Tommy regretted the words the second they left his mouth, but it was too late to take them back. He continued. “I mean, if something were to happen to you two… It’d be my fault, right?”

Beez’s mood softened. They curled their legs up to their chest, staying silent for a moment. “Not really. Like, it kinda would be our fault. We were the ones sneakin’ out, you know?”

“But you wouldn’t be sneaking out if it weren’t for me!”

“Tommy, it’s okay, I promise!” Beez sat up a little and held out their hands to the other teen. “I wouldn’t come out here if I was that worried about it. I promise, we’ll be okay. Me and Tubbo.

Tommy couldn’t say anything in return. He wanted to believe them, he wanted to so badly, but he had a terrible gut feeling about all of this. But when he looked at Beez, he saw total confidence in their face, something he wasn’t used to seeing. With a hesitant sigh, he took Beez out-stretched hands. They smiled at him and squeezed gently on his digits. “It’ll be okay. We can fend for ourselves.”

“I know.” Tommy closed his eyes and tried to come to terms with everything once again. He felt someone ruffle his hair and he shooed them away, opening an eye and expecting to see Bimbeez looming over him. But it wasn’t.

“What are you two doing in here?” Wilbur went to his side of the dugout cave home, popping open a chest. “I thought I told you to collect wood.”

“We did,” Bimbeez beamed, and gestured behind them. “We got distracted though.” The cat had woken up by now and was making herself busy, cleaning her back. Wilbur nodded to the cat, humming to acknowledge it. He quickly returned to his work, though. Beez sighed, rolling their eyes. “Disappointing reaction, but that’s fine. We haven’t named her yet, I thought we could all name her together.”

“Well, I’m not gonna be here long, so it’ll be up to you and Tommy.” Wilbur closed the chest, adjusting himself and heading out. Both teens sat in empty silence for a bit. God, this sucked.

“Okay, whatever, forget him.” Beez laid a gentle hand on the kitty and pet her. “We’ll just name her ourselves.” 

“Her name is Shawty.” A cackle came out of Beez mouth. They shook their head.

“No no no, Shawty- Shwawty’s good-”

“SHWAWTY???”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HELLO?”

“YOU SAID SHWAWTY YOU FUCKIN’ IDIOT, OH MY GOD-”

“I DIDN’T!! I SAID SHAWTY YOU KNOW I MEANT SHAWTY-”

The two argued back and forth at increasing volume, interrupting each other and thoroughly pissing each other off. At some point, Beez tried to play-tackle Tommy but was thrown off by number one, his surprising strength for a string bean, and number two, his push that drove Beez away. They took this as a challenge, jumping in for another tackle. The two were full on play fighting, laughing and pulling at each other’s hair and screaming the whole way along. The awkward, dead air of Wilbur’s appearance was gone now, replaced by nothing but unrestrained fun.

Tommy was the first to give. Although a tough fighter, he couldn’t stand up to Beez’s superior bulk over him. They both just flopped to the ground in a heaping pile. The sun was just now beginning to set: setting the sky with orange, pinks, purples, beautiful palettes. It had been a bit of an odd day, but nothing couldn’t be made better with friends, right? That’s how Tommy felt anyways. In this moment, lying on the floor with one of his best friends, he couldn’t have felt more happy.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah, Beez?”

Beez looked at him, and grinned with glee. “Let’s name her Shawty.”

Tommy grinned back. “Shawty it is.”

A/N: have a good day :] ALSO THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE TOMMY RELEVENT MOMENTS SO. :( we’re coping bro

[titansandothersrp]

Cooking Lessons

(This is a compiled roleplay between my Beast Boy muse and the Raven muse of @azarathian . This is a very old roleplay we wrote under different usernames, but I labeled our writing with our current usernames.)

titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Even though he’d matured since he’d joined the Teen Titans, Beast Boy still had the tendency to push things. Things like Raven’s patience. First, a fly to sneak into her room. Then, a snake to sneak up behind her. Aaaand human form so he could talk. (Shout.) “Hey, Rae, guess what!” azarathian (Raven): She’d been buried in the pages of her newest book, eyes hooked to the words as they ran through her head and breathing shallow and light. The next chapter would be a good one - she could tell - and so was almost rushing to reach it. If a small sound that shouldn’t be there swept through her room, she wouldn’t hear it. The titan was engrossed. Nonetheless, all good things must come to an end… “Hey, Rae, guess what!” She had almost fallen right off her bed, and her eyes were wide as she flinched back at the shrill, unexpected voice. Soon enough, though, their cold stare returned. “How did you get in my room?” she sneered, completely disregarding his question. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The green teen cackled and pointed as his fellow titan flailed. “Oh man! You should’a seen your face!” He sighed and calmed down. “Same way I always do. Now, guess what!” azarathian (Raven): She couldn’t tell if he was just pushing her with that answer, or being serious. Whatever the case, she’d be certain to confront it when she wasn’t being probed. If anything, she’d probably be better off just responding and moving the matter along as quickly as possible. Her forehead was flushed with a subdued rage. “What?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Iiiiiiii got to do the shopping today~ That means I get to decide what we eat!” He had a list given to him, but he opted not to use it. “We’re having Vegan Toasted Coconut Cake today~” azarathian (Raven): “Nice,” she deadpanned. She really didn’t care. “And you snook into my room to tell me this… why?” Her voice was still sharp with impatience as her brow twitched a touch. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Because you’re going to help me.” He grinned. “Remember those pan…sludges you made that one time? Clearly you need cooking lessons and I’m here to help!” He jabbed a thumb to his chest proudly. “Yes! I’m going to sacrifice my time to help the less fortunate with my culinary prowess!” He placed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. azarathian (Raven): Her expression fell from anger to extremely unenthusiastic. She blinked slowly and let a stretched silence hang between them once he’d finished. That alone should’ve answered his offer, but for good measure she chose to voice her disapproval alongside it. “… Yeah, I’ll pass.” Her gaze promptly returned to her book as a message that the conversation was over. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Awww, c’mooooooooon, Rae!” He whined. “It’ll be fun! I know you like fun, even if you pretend you don’t.” azarathian (Raven): With a sigh, she lowered her book back to her lap. He was persistent as ever, of course. “Maybe your ‘fun’ and my ‘fun’ are different?” she suggested, more like a statement. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): His ears drooped as he slumped over, pouting at her. He hoped his alluring animal adorableness would sway her. azarathian (Raven): Her arms folded across her chest and brows lowered in irritation. Was her cooking really that bad that he felt an obligation to teach her? She guessed he did have a point… She knew she couldn’t cook - she wasn’t even going to try to deny that. And perhaps learning a recipe or two might be good for her, but… her book. For the moment, the girl stood her ground “No.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Cue a quivering lower lip and a pathetic whimper. Perhaps he could get her to join out of pity. azarathian (Raven): “Beast Boy,” she snapped, brows knitted together. Her glare practically commanded he give up and leave her back to her reading. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He flinched. Well… so much for that. He sulked out of the room to cook by himself. azarathian (Raven): Once the door slid shut behind him, she relished the peace and quiet that quickly returned to the room. At first, she hadn’t given his disappointment a second thought, merely reaching back for her book and sinking back into her pillows. Her eyes scanned for the place she’d been at before the noisy interruption. Even after a minute, she still couldn’t seem to find it… and began to acknowledge the underlying guilt that lurked in the back of her mind. He was trying to do a nice thing… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, learning to cook something without setting the kitchen alight in fire and smoke. The girl bowed her head and sighed, before heaving herself from bed and making for the kitchen. “What’re we making again?” she said as she entered the Main Ops room to see a dejected Beast Boy rummaging the cupboards. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Baking powder… baking soda… It’d sure be nice if their ingredients were a little more organized. Oh, what was he thinking? He could never keep things organized. His ears perked up at the sound of the monotone voice and he whipped around with a grin. “Rae! We’re making vegan toasted coconut cake!” He pulled one of two chef’s hats off the counter and put it on his head before grabbing the second and excitedly putting it on hers, whether she wanted it there or not. azarathian (Raven): A pair a violet eyes rose to the hat sitting atop her head with an air of disapproval. “I’m already agreeing to cook - you’re pushing it with the hat,” she said, hastily removing it and placing it back on the counter.   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine.” He finished putting the ingredients on the counter and removed his gloves to wash his hands. azarathian (Raven): She literally only ever used the kitchen to pour a cup of tea or clean dishes… The entire situation of hopping right into a full-blown recipe was alien to her. She glanced around her surroundings, clueless of where to begin. “Sooo… What now?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Well, you gotta wash your hands since we’re working with food.” He dried his hands and stepped away from the sink to give Raven access. “I’d take a whole bath so I could use all my animal limbs, but Robin said no one wants to eat food made with monkey feet.” azarathian (Raven): Raven almost cringed at the thought. “Robin would be right,” she internally thanked the masked boy for forbidding such a thing. The girl stepped over to the sink and proceeded to wash her hands before grabbing the nearest kitchen towel and wiping them dry. Okay, well that was easy, but she imagined what was to follow wouldn’t be. She turned back to the green teen and folded her arms, leaning back against the counter and looking to him as if to say ‘go on’. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Lemme check.” He pulled out a piece of paper with instructions he’d written on it and looked it over. “Let’s preheat the oven and measure out the ingredients. Set it to three hundred degrees.” He gestured to the oven as he got out some measuring cups. azarathian (Raven): So, he was giving task number one to her - not sure how great an idea that was, but she figured there was no harm in going along with it. Raven knelt down in front of the oven and sought out the temperature dial. Aaand, it looked like… this one? Well, it was encircled with numbers from 0 to 500 so she assumed it must be right. So she rotated the dial to just after the middle setting and, still kneeling, said “done.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Good. It should beep once it’s heated up.” He measured out some shredded coconut and spread it on a baking sheet. “Now measure one cup of coconut flour and spread it evenly on that baking sheet.” He pointed to another baking sheet. azarathian (Raven): Her eyes moved to the direction he was pointing - okay, sounded easy enough. The magus walked towards the cupboard she knew held all glasses, mugs and cups, but halted in place. He said a cup of coconut flour, right? But there were multiple cups in the cupboard of varying shapes and sizes… “Uhhh, when you say ‘a cup’,” she began, “which cup do you mean?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Oh boy… He had no idea she was this clueless with cooking. “A measuring cup.” He pointed to the plastic measuring cup he’d used for the shredded coconut. “Specifically, one for solids. Measuring cups for solids and measuring cups for liquids are different. Just scoop it up or pour it in and spread any extra off the top so it’s flat.” azarathian (Raven): Okay… now she felt stupid. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all; maybe if it was with someone she knew wouldn’t tease her for it in the long-run. Although, he hadn’t seemed to tease her for it just now. Which was… weird. “Oh,” she breathed, a tad abashed by her mistake. Swiftly moving on, she placed one of the cups upright on the counter and looked to the bag of flour, which instantly glowed black. With her mind, Raven continued to levitate the open flour bag above the cup and pour - however, it seemed she poured with a bit too much force, and when tipped, the flour tumbled out too fast and dusted the entire surface with white. Not only that, but unbeknownst to the girl, a spatter had landed on her cheek as well. She stared wide-eyed at the mess she’d managed to make in the space of a second and slowly turned to her ‘chef’. “…Oops…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Oops? He turned around to see the counter coated with white. He snickered and walked over to the measuring cup. “Jeez, Rae. I thought I was the messy one.” He held his hand sideways and pushed the pile of coconut flour off the top of the cup. He held up the now adequately full cup. “One cup of coconut flour.” He didn’t seem to care much about the mess. He always made a mess when he cooked. He always cleaned it up afterwards. (After being told a million times by the rest of the team to stop leaving the mess for them.) azarathian (Raven): She let out a groan as she stared at the heap of flour - this stuff really got everywhere. It was twice she’d messed up already and they weren’t even five minutes into the recipe. Whilst Beast Boy rectified the situation as best he could - ignoring the mess, she noticed - Raven slumped, suddenly feeling quite useless. No wonder no one went near whatever food she seldom attempted to make. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this,” she admitted, assuming she’d just be slowing the boy down if she were to stick around. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Do you always give up this quickly?” He set the cup down and shook the flour mess off the baking sheet. A bit redundant, given they’d need to spread some on it in a moment. “No, you don’t.“ He thought about it. “You try hard with a lot of things. And you succeed with a lot of things too. You fought your own fate and saved the world. I think you can make a cake.” azarathian (Raven): She just blinked at him for a moment. Well… he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps she was giving up a tad too quickly. With slightly more determination than she had before, she pressed her lips together and gave a small nod before walking back over to where the recipe lay upon the tabletop. “Okay. You’re right,” she said. “So what’s next?” This time she’d be more careful.   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smiled. “ ‘Course I’m right~” He handed her the cup and gestured to the baking sheet. “Pour the flour on the sheet and try to get it evenly all over it.” azarathian (Raven): She guessed the kitchen was the one place she couldn’t act superior, however it didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at his cockiness. With a hesitant hand she took the cup and turned back to the baking sheet placed before her. Then, opting to use her hand over her powers this time, she cautiously tipped the cup the slightest inch so a few flakes of flour fell lightly to the sheet. The girl took her time and remained aware of her force throughout. After a minute, she seemed to have sprinkled a decent amount of flour, though still a bit messier than she could’ve done. “That okay?” she asked, looking to him for acceptance. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He looked over at the sheet. “Looks good.” Not perfect, but he kept that to himself. No need to discourage her. The oven beeped. “Oh! Perfect! We can put them in the oven now. We’re just toasting the coconut stuff first before we move on to the other stuff.” azarathian (Raven): An internal sigh of relief. She’d done it right - and not made too much of a mess this time (although she was still aware of the powdery pile she’d left sitting on the other end of the counter from earlier). Once the oven beeped and Beast Boy relayed the next step, she murmured an “okay” and went to pick up one of the two trays. Putting a tray in the oven was something she could do flawlessly. “That’s one in,” she said, bending a touch with her hands on her knees to glance inside the oven. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He took the other sheet and did the same. “And that’s two. Now let’s set the timer for twenty minutes.” azarathian (Raven): “Mhmm.” She took a step back for him to take care of that himself, a small smile playing upon her lips. Feeling able to take a bit of action herself, Raven stepped around her teammate and placed her finger upon the recipe sheet to examine what was to follow in the process. “Okay,” she began, “Says now we prepare two cake tins while they’re in the oven - so we need vegetable oil.” She turned to him, finger still upon the paper.   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He set the timer, turned to her, nodded, and got the vegetable oil out. He gestured to the oil with his hand. “Despite my efforts, I can’t find any vegetable cars to put this in,” he joked. azarathian (Raven): Almost instantly her smile fell as she crossed her arms and raised a lone brow. “Really?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Aw, c’mon. Not all my jokes can be gems. It’s like the time I tried to enter that joke contest. I came up with ten plays on words that I hoped would qualify, but no pun in ten did!” azarathian (Raven): Another insufferable sigh crawled its way up her throat, begging to be released, but something else left the heroine’s lips instead - “I thought you were meant to be cooking, not burning,” she returned, a trace of triumph lacing her tone titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I’m always burning hot~” He grinned and ‘finger gunned’ her. azarathian (Raven): Now she didn’t even bother, opting to merely stare right through him and blink three times slowly, allowing his own realization of how stupid he sounded to consume him without breathing a word. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He scoffed. “You’re gonna have to do better if you wanna win a joke-off against me. My whole life is a joke!” He joked while also making a jab at himself. azarathian (Raven): “Oh no, well there’s my life’s goal destroyed,” she deadpanned. Her arms dropped back to her sides as she walked over to the tins perched upon the counter and snatched the vegetable oil off the jokester on her way. She grabbed one tin and slid the other over to him. “Now, if you don’t mind moving this along?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He sighed and quietly completed the next task. Why was making her smile so difficult? He knew she could. When they first started their team, he remembered how she’d told him he was funny and she’d even smiled. While he loved the boost to his ego, seeing a girl like her smile made his day. She always acted so melancholy. Making her smile was nothing short of a victory to him. He was able to make her smile by just being himself, so why wasn’t it working now? Though thinking wasn’t his strong suit, he found himself lost in thought, mindlessly going through the movements of making the cake without consulting Raven. azarathian (Raven): Odd… she’d been at least expecting a whine or a pout or something. He just went along with it - just did what she asked without argument. It was very unlike the Beast Boy she knew, but then again, she did have a tendency to shoot him down and bring a cease to his fun, whether it be pun-making or just initiating banter with her. Perhaps he just didn’t want an argument, she thought, though she really wouldn’t have minded him carrying on - it was just an unspoken game they played. It was just the way they were. But he was meant to retaliate right back. Clearly not this time. Feeling a faint pang of guilt, her brows creased towards her forehead a touch. But she was quickly back to her unreadable visage once more as she began drizzling the cake tin with the oil. She observed it, hoping she hadn’t put in too much or too little, before returning her attention to the boy beside her. “Kay chef, next?” she said to him, a newfound playfulness in the nickname. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): It took a moment for the fact she said anything to register. “Huh? Oh… uh… I just dusted one with flour. Now we do the other.” The fact he’d been called ‘chef’ hadn’t really clicked yet.   azarathian (Raven): A small nod in his direction and she followed his lead, mimicking the same step and dusting the flour over the cake tin’s interior. Things were seeming to run a bit smoother now… “So that’s two tins prepped. Now we gotta actually make the thing.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Yeah.” He checked the recipe. “Whisk together the almond milk, flax meal, and apple cider vinegar. You’ll notice I’m not using soy milk.” He grinned. “I learned you guys don’t like soy. Or at least, soy that pretends to be other stuff.” He realized she may not know what a whisk is, so he picked it up himself. “This is a whisk. Whisking is kinda like stirring, but it makes stuff, like, airy? And fluffy? Kinda hard to describe.”     azarathian (Raven): These were seeming to be all ingredients she’d never used, or even heard of before. What on earth was flax meal? And honestly, she wouldn’t have noticed he wasn’t using soy milk without him alerting her to it, but having learnt his reason, she did appreciate it. Hopefully by the time they were finished, the cake would be edible enough for everyone to enjoy, and not burnt to a crisp due to her incompetency in the kitchen. Though Raven was unfamiliar with some of the ingredients, she definitely knew what a whisk was - so when Beast Boy described the tool to her, she felt like he was completely mocking her. “Yeah, I know that, genius,” she muttered, taking it from him. To be fair, he had every reason to assume she wouldn’t know, but that fact never crossed the girl’s mind. It wasn’t often she found herself in a position where she was being taught, and she perhaps could’ve been taking it better than she was in terms of pride. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He sneered a bit at her. Heaven forbid he tried to help. “That’s good, Miss What-cup-do-I-use. I’m guessing you also know exactly how to whisk and how to pour the almond milk out of the measuring cup without it dribbling down the side.” He’d had that issue himself in the past. He put the flax meal and apple cider vinegar into a bowl before measuring out some almond milk and handing it to her. “Pour this in the bowl.” azarathian (Raven):   She inwardly cringed at the reminder of her earlier blunder, but only revealed her humility with a scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips. As he spoke, she crossed her arms and leant her weight to one hip - let him have his moment.     “Fine,” she said blankly, taking the measuring cup from him. Did he really think she couldn’t pour some milk into a bowl? To prove her point, Raven proceeded to do so flawlessly. She then reached to her side for the whisk and gripped it tightly as she placed it downwards into the mixture. With a forceful hand - too forceful - she whizzed it around the center of the bowl at rapid speed. Perhaps it was just her luck, or perhaps it was the fact she did not know to initially stir the ingredients together slowly before whisking at a gradually faster speed, but the liquid in the bowl spattered out everywhere - mainly upon the upper half of Raven herself and the face of an unsuspecting Beast Boy a foot away from her. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Huh. Guess she knew more about cooking than he thought… Or not. The changeling wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his uniform before looking over at Raven. She was covered in the mix. He could have made a snarky remark… if he wasn’t so busy laughing. azarathian (Raven): She honestly didn’t know what it was about her culinary skills that were so lacking. The girl had never really been taught by anybody, and though she knew the basics, it always seemed to be the specifics lacing a recipe that caught her out - like whisking too hard and losing half the mixture to the floor, in this case. Instantly, that shrill cackle hit her, and she turned to see her green friend as littered in cake mix as herself. The sight was ridiculous - how could she have made such a wreck of the kitchen in such a small space of time?! To her surprise, the changeling’s laugh elicited a soft one of her own, and her hand rose to her lips in attempt to stifle it. “Okay,” she smiled lightly. “So maybe you’ve got your work cut out for you.”   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He cackled. “Usually, when I hear that, it’s directed at someone else.” He grabbed some paper towels for himself before handing her some. “You should’ve seen what happened when Negative Man tried to teach me to make his homemade veggie burgers,” he spoke as he wiped his face. azarathian (Raven): Her giggles simmered as she took the paper towels from him. “Can’t imagine it was as bad as this,” she admitted, smirk still present as she dabbed at her face. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He chuckled. “Ever see what happens when you use a food processor without a lid?” azarathian (Raven): “Ah…” Raven could only imagine the disaster that must’ve unfolded, and in sharing such a thing with her, she felt perhaps slightly better about her own incompetency in their venture thus far. Lowering her hand from her face, she glanced at the boy in front of her, and noticed he’d completely missed a giant patch of mixture still clinging to his cheek.     “Um, you got… a bit…” she motioned towards her own cheek in the same spot, subduing another smirk. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He blinked. “What?” He wiped at the wrong side of his face. “Did I get it?” azarathian (Raven): “Um…” It was almost charming how utterly hopeless he could be at times. Having completely avoided the spot she’s pointed towards, she couldn’t help but relish in the sight of a still spattered Beast Boy, completely oblivious. “Yeah,” she lied, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. At least now she wasn’t the only one looking like an idiot. “So, back to this then,” she said with amusement, looking at the messy bowl she’d placed back down on the counter. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Right.” He nodded and looked to the bowl. “We’re gonna need more stuff for the mix…” He measured out more ingredients, completely oblivious. “Maybe I should do the whisking this time.” azarathian (Raven): “That’s probably a good idea…” Maybe having watched him do it himself she’d get the hang of it for next time. If there was going to be a next time, that was. She mused on the thought for a second; she honestly wasn’t disliking the experience as much as she thought she would. She supposed having a companion who could also oversee and correct her errors helped. He was almost, in a sense, building her confidence. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He proceeded to whisk the mixture. His ears perked a bit at the question. She wanted to help now? Yes! He couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Yeah!” He looked over at the recipe. “Maybe you can start making the coconut vegan butter for the frosting while I do the whisking?” azarathian (Raven): “And, how do I start that?” she queried, knowing he had the recipe right in front of him. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He read off the instructions and ingredients. “You know teaspoons aren’t spoons for tea, right?” He decided to ask before explaining this time. azarathian (Raven): She was back to rolling her eyes, though this time in a more light-hearted manner. The magus picked out a teaspoon from one of the kitchen draws and, ignoring his comment, turned back to him. “What else do I need?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “A fork and a small bowl to mix it in.” He proceeded to work on the actual cake mix. Being more accustomed to cooking, he could multi-task a bit. Cue the small talk. “Did you hear the Grim Reaper originally wanted to be a comedian? He misunderstood what people meant when they said he needed to work on his execution.” azarathian (Raven): She continued on with her task for the recipe, this time taking more care and using a gentler hand when it came to mixing. “You and him have that in common,” she drawled before eyeing his reaction.     titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “You mean we both knock ‘em dead?” He grinned.   azarathian (Raven): “Would take an early grave over listening to more of your jokes,” she smirked right back. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Well, being a ghost is the in thing right now. Such spirit!” azarathian (Raven): “Now you’re just desperate,” she watched him through bored eyes. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He just shrugged and resumed mixing. azarathian (Raven): She followed suit and continued to mix as well, this time slightly surprised by the fact she was keeping it all in the bowl. A gentle hand was the trick, she was beginning to learn. Azar knows where she got the notion that aggressive handling of ingredients was the way forward. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): They finally managed to get everything prepared and the cake was in the oven. The kitchen was a mess, but, nothing was on fire or electrocuted, so Beast Boy considered it a success. “Okay. We got about half an hour while it bakes.” He took of his chef hat and placed his gloves back on before flopping on the couch. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” azarathian (Raven): If Beast Boy considered it a success, Raven considered it a miracle. Albeit, the cake wasn’t out the oven and completely finished yet, but with her friend’s guidance, she had managed to get through almost the entire recipe without screwing up too badly. And perhaps, with some luck, the cake would be edible by the time it came out. “Speak for yourself,” she sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. A stray hair fell in her face and she looked as if she’d run a marathon. “Thanks, though,” she said softly, feeling a small accomplishment within. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “No prob. So, same time next week?” He half joked. azarathian (Raven): “… We’ll see,” she joked back, unsure of whether she actually meant it or not. She had enjoyed the experience a lot more than she thought she would, and had learnt a few useful cooking tricks for the future as well, so she couldn’t really berate the idea of possibly doing it again. And who knew, perhaps this time the results of her efforts wouldn’t turn out to be burnt and bubbling sludge.     titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Alright.” He flopped his arm over and felt around. “Where’s the remooote?” He whined. azarathian (Raven): “Just get up and turn it on,” she stated, leaning back into the couch cushions. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I thought I was the one who made unfunny jokes around here.”   azarathian (Raven): “Can’t argue with that,” she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, before standing and walking across to the TV herself. She knew he wasn’t going to do it. Once the TV turned on, she realized she had dominance over what they watched, considering he was too lazy to get up and select the channel himself. So she decided upon something that caught her fancy - a documentary on Lord Byron - then promptly slumped back down to the comfort of the couch. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The documentary served as white noise, quickly putting the changeling to sleep. He was soon snoring slightly and drooling a bit. azarathian (Raven): Within the first five minutes Raven was hooked on the program. She figured Beast Boy had been too exhausted to even attempt to argue over what they were going to watch. She crossed one leg over the other and indulged in the period of rest they were getting after such a draining session of baking. At least when the oven went off they’d have a (hopefully) tasty reward for their hard work. After fifteen minutes, above the voice of the documentary’s narrator, Raven heard a deep, heavy breathing to her right. Prying her eyes from the television screen, they shifted to glimpse the boy beside her, who was now deep in a well-deserved slumber. A bemused smile crawled upon Raven’s face as she watched his chest lift and fall, then, careful not to disturb him, she stood from the couch and made her way back to the kitchen. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The recent events influenced the shapeshifter’s dreams. He dreamed that he was on a cooking show and Raven was his assistant. He was able to cook perfectly, but Raven was a bit of a klutz and had a tendency to make mistakes. Whenever she did, he would make a joke and the audience would laugh. The dream took a strange(r) turn when Raven started crying at being laughed at. He paused the show to make jokes about himself for the audience to laugh at instead. He then gave Raven a hug to let her know everything was alright.   “Don’t cry. It’s okay…” He slurred in his sleep. azarathian (Raven): Arriving back in the kitchen, the magus paced towards the recipe sheet sitting on the counter. She looked down and placed a lone finger back to the step they were up to. Twenty minutes had gone by now, and so only another ten remained before the cake should be able to come out of the oven. With a newfound confidence, Raven knelt down to peer inside the glass window of the oven. The cake was rising and looked like it was keeping its shape - a good sign. Perhaps this would be the first thing she’d make which was not only edible, but tasty. Still, she didn’t want to get her hopes up yet.     She leaned against the kitchen counter for the following ten minutes, waiting patiently for the time to be up and watching the TV screen from a distance whilst she did. The sound was quieter from this far away, but she felt the need to be close to the oven to check on the cake every minute or two, just in case. And every minute or two, her eyes also drifted for a moment to the back of the sleeping boy’s head. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): If he were awake, Beast Boy would be proud. Now, however, he was dreaming another dream. Now, he was back with his parents, his biological parents. He was a child again, but still had his powers and was still called Beast Boy. His parents called him over to meet his new sister. It was Raven, looking like the little girl she was when Trigon had taken over. He didn’t question why she was a few years old, yet somehow just born. It was a dream, after all. “Hi! I’m Beast Boy! What’s your name?” He smiled at the girl. The girl stayed quiet, not saying anything. He cocked his head before taking her hand and running towards a tree. “C’mon! Let’s have fun!” azarathian (Raven): The oven dinged. With haste, she knelt down before it again and peered inside through the window. “Please don’t be burnt,” she muttered to no one in particular, turning the heat off and reaching for an oven mitt. With anticipation, she lowered the oven door, and was greeted with what looked to be a perfectly risen, golden brown cake. She exhaled a sigh of relief before pulling out the oven tray and placing it down on a heat-proof surface. Now it had to cool, before being frosted. Feeling a sense of triumph, Raven walked back to the sofa to continue watching her program whilst the cake waited in the kitchen and cooled. On her way round the couch, she spotted that same cake-spatter the boy had missed on his cheek earlier. Pausing for a moment, she eyed it, and watched him overcome by sleep. She wasn’t sure why, but stealthily, Raven leant down to his level and used the edge of her hand to swipe the patch away. She smiled to herself. He hadn’t awoken, hadn’t even flinched. For the next hour, she would sit back in front of the TV and get lost in another documentary while her teammate slept. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The green teen continued to dream, climbing a tree with his new little sister. He was eventually able to get her name, Raven. “Raven, huh?… That’s cool… I can turn into a raven…” He mumbled in his sleep. In his dream, he proceeded to morph into a raven and perch on her shoulder, getting a giggle out of her. He smiled as he slept. “You think that’s funny?… I’ve got some jokes…” He murmured before he resumed snoring. A little while later, he woke up. He sat up on the couch and stretched with a yawn. Scratching his head, he looked to where Raven had been. “Man, I just had the weirdest- Where’d ya go?” azarathian (Raven): The hour passed quickly. Probably because she was really enjoying the show she was watching, not to mention relishing the much-needed relaxation time. The boy beside her was still lost in dream-land, and just as she stood to return to the cake, he seemed to mumble something in his sleep. She almost snorted. What on earth was he dreaming about? Clearly she was in it - unless he knew someone else by her name (very unlikely). The empath chose not to intrude upon his doze and whatever he subconsciously spouted any longer, opting to make herself useful and wander back to the kitchen where their cake awaited. She referred back to the recipe sheet. Of course, the cake needed to be frosted… Something she’d never tried before, let alone on her own. Still, it wasn’t going to decorate itself, and perhaps if she could create something that smelled this tempting, she could make it look just as much so. With difficulty, she tried earnestly to do her best at frosting the cake. Her hand slipped here and there, and the finish was slightly messy, but she did it.     “Where’d ya go?” she heard from across the room. “Come here,” she returned, looking down at her ‘masterpiece’. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Mmkay.” He stood up and headed for the kitchen, assuming she needed help. “Did the oven go off yet?” His eyes widened when he saw the completed cake. “Dude! You did that by yourself?! How?! I mean… I knew you could do it!” He grinned widely and gave a thumbs up. azarathian (Raven): Appreciating the appraisal, she nodded and admired her efforts. “Yeah, somehow…” she said, smiling. “Wasn’t too hard, but it’s nothing fancy. Didn’t wanna push my luck.” After all, she seemed to have spent all her luck having produced a cake that looked as good as the one before her did. “You were asleep, so.”   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “It looks good! Asleep… That reminds me; I had the weirdest dreams! You were in ‘em. We had our own cooking show and I was really funny and stuff! And in the other one, we were, like, siblings? You were my younger sister somehow and we were running around being kids,” he laughed. azarathian (Raven): Leaning one hand against the tabletop, the magus turned to him. “Wow, you funny? Must’ve been a crazy dream,” she smirked. “Weird imagination you got there.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh, c’mon, Rae. I’ve made you laugh before.” azarathian (Raven): “Uh huh,” she muttered vaguely, choosing to swiftly change the subject and draw their attention back to the cake. “So, want to try it?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The subject change worked. “Well, it’s not gonna try itself!” He scampered off to get a cake spatula and returned, holding it up with a big grin. azarathian (Raven): Almost nervously, she slid the cake over to him. All that work would be for nothing if it tasted awful. “Okay, but I’m not taking responsibility if you’re poisoned.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He paled a little. “Did you put something in there that wasn’t part of the recipe?” azarathian (Raven): “No,” her eyes rolled. “But this is something I’ve made, don’t forget.” Consuming something Raven had made in itself was a frightening concept, from past experience. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Something we made.” He clarified as he cut two slices. azarathian (Raven): He was right, to be fair. Still, she was apprehensive. What if it tasted awful? Only one way to find out… “After you,” she insisted, hesitant to take the first bite. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Gee, thanks.” He got out a fork and took a bite. It looked good, it smelled good, and judging from the look on his face, it tasted good. azarathian (Raven): There was a pause. “Well? Is it safe?” she half-joked, eyeing his reaction and awaiting an answer before trying her own slice. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He thought for a moment before holding his slice away from her. “No. I better eat it all to keep you safe.” azarathian (Raven): Raven scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “I couldn’t let you do that,” she replied, before taking her slice in hand. “Gonna risk it…” To her surprise, it tasted good. Really good. She was shocked, to say the least, but mostly relieved and somewhat proud. “Wow. We didn’t die,” she joked. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He snickered, munching happily on the cake. “Or maybe we did and we’re in Heaven.” azarathian (Raven): Taking another bite, she relished the taste and reminded herself of why something she’d worked on could turn out as successful as their cake had. It was thanks to his help. “Well, I’d say we did well, chef,” she remarked, offering him once more the satisfaction of being her superior. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy gasped. “Raven’s smiling and being nice to me! I am in Heaven! “ azarathian (Raven): Her blithe expression fell to one lacking all amusement. Brows flat against her eyes, she levitated a rogue spoon in black behind the other’s head and promptly flung it at his temple - light enough so it wouldn’t hurt him, but hard enough so it’d quell his smugness. “Don’t push it,” she warned, her signature drone returning, as she walked back over to the couch with her slice and plate in hand. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Ow!” He yelped mostly out of surprise before rubbing his head. He sighed. “Well, that didn’t last long. Guess someone brought me back.” He sat down as well to eat his cake. azarathian (Raven): Well, someone had to keep him from getting too cocky. Raven took another bite before a thought occurred to her. “We should probably tell the others that we’ve made cake for them,” she said. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “They back yet? Robin and Star went on a date or something and Cyborg went to some all you can eat thing that didn’t know about him yet.” azarathian (Raven): “Oh, then maybe not,” she returned, somewhat disappointed, though she didn’t show it. The sooner her teammates got to realize what she was capable of making in the right hands, the better. And truth be told, she was very proud of her first success. “We’ll catch them later.” Raven nestled back into the sofa as she had before, observing whatever new show had come onto the channel that had been playing in the background whilst they’d been eating their first bites of cake. Secrets of Italy’s Ancient Ruins - nice. Feeling more content than she had in quite some time, the girl indulged in the treat on her plate and the documentary on the TV screen before her. There was one thing the two had forgotten, though… Behind them, the kitchen was coated in spilled ingredients, floury heaps and dirty dishes. Oh well. They’d see to it after the show was over. [ FIN~ ]

[dylan-hague]

Chapter 2

“You’re a pilot, right?”

Van glanced up from his drink at a girl in a rather drab beige robe cinched tight around her body that covered most of her face. The robe was immaculate, without spot or wrinkle despite the squalor of their surroundings. He couldn’t help cocking a brow; if she was attempting to go unnoticed, she wasn’t doing it very well. She carried herself far too proudly, kept her shoulders too square, held her head too high. But there was a craze behind her eyes, one that spoke desperation, He scratched at his chin for a moment as he looked around the cantina. Nobody seemed to be paying attention. Seemed nobody had noticed her. This sort of hire had a tendency to get him into trouble… but having spent the last of his credits on that fill-up, Van wasn’t exactly in any position to turn her down.

“Uh, yeah.” He smiled. “Van Taris, pilot-for-hire. You got somewhere to be?”

The girl nodded, frantically it seemed to Van’s eyes. “An orbital station, above Bonumaan.”

In the back of his head, Van felt a twinge of excitement spark. Bonumaan was a ways out. That kind of a trip.... that would be the ticket right there. But he wasn’t fool enough to say as much aloud, instead feigning a half-sneer. “Ick… Never liked Bonumaan,” Van replied. “So muggy everywhere you go… least, where I’ve been. Big planet, all that.”

“But you can get me there, yes?”

“Of course, yeah, but uhhh, y’know... not free.” Van pulled his sleeve back and began punching in a few quick calculations on his wrist console. It was a simple little gadget, mainly just used for this exact purpose. “Lemme see… We’re on Natoth, and Bonumaan is about… 2400 parsecs Rimwards... rounding down, anyway, to save you money.” Van winked at the girl. People usually liked that bit. “That’s gonna be a couple days’ travel… maybe we can stop over on Takodana--”

“No! Please, we have to be as fast as possible.”

“Alright, alright! No stops…” Van continued, changing his calculations. “So accounting for fuel cost these days, food and water for the road, plus my extra twenty percent…” A moment of further calculation, then a quiet ping from the console. “That’ll run you 1680 NRC.”

“Can you take Imperial?”

Van frowned. “Sorry, I… people still do Imperial? That was… that was kinda before my time. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alright, nevermind…” The girl dipped a hand into her robe and pulled out a stack of 500-NRC chips. Four, to be exact. Van licked his lips; that was a big fat tip.

“Now, I can’t make exact change, you gotta understand…”

“It’s fine,” the girl urged. “Just… please. I have to hurry.”

Van nodded, turning back and draining the rest of his drink. It was an effort to hide his excitement. 2000 credits… back in the day, that would have been enough for a pretty decent used speeder bike. Nowadays… well, Van would put it to good use. Maybe get the Bird shopped up, see if he couldn’t improve her fuel-rate so that his current situation didn’t happen again. Between the creds, and his tank filled up now… Van liked his odds of making it home.

“Alrighty, you got yourself a pilot. If you’ll follow m-ohhh…” The pilot shook his head as he stood up from his stool. He never drank anything too strong, but perhaps that had been a bit of a chug. He cleared his throat and got his feet back under him. “Okay, okay. Follow me, Bluebird’s this way!”

Van led the girl on a quick jaunt out of the bar and across town, in the chilly Natoth air. This particular hemisphere was hitting the middle of winter, and things on this system got particularly cold, cold enough to build up ice on the windows of any structure without proper heating. He liked Natoth well enough, but he didn’t have the blood for it. He blamed Naboo for that one.

Rinng met him outside his ship, covered in grease. Van produced his last 5-credit chip and dropped it into the mechanic’s hand. He would have tipped more, but he was going to need every credit of that 2000.

“Hey, hold on before you take off,” Rinng called after the pair. Van turned curiously back to the tendril-headed fellow. “I noticed a bit of buildup around the base of your cannon, so I went ahead and cleaned it off for ya.”

“Oh, thanks man! You really didn’t have to do that.”

The Nautolan waved the comment aside. “I’d go ahead and fire up the bioshields, get started warming those windscreens up. You know how bad the ice gets these days.”

“Thanks again, Rinng. See ya soon.” Van offered a sloppy salute as he opened the Bluebird’s hatch and led his passenger inside. As he eased himself back into his seat at the helm, he heard the klik-ssssssssssssss of the station’s fuel line disconnecting. As he began firing up the ship, the fuel tank showed at full capacity. While that was always a good sight, Van still couldn’t shake an odd feeling about this gig. Last time he was on Natoth, he picked up a shady character… admittedly he’d been more obviously sketch than this lady, but he’d picked him up in the Cantina just like her. Cheap scum didn’t even leave a tip, and Van was pretty sure he saw the creep try to swipe his blaster on the way out the door. All said creep got away with was a holster… which Van had to replace, since the creep apparently just up and disappeared a day after he left the Bird and couldn’t be hunted down. Either way, this gig still seemed on the verge of being sketchy, but these days… again, 2000 is 2000.

Van grinned as the engines roared to life, and the Bluebird began to lift up out of the station. He quickly pulled up his astrogation chart, plotting a course for Bonumaan, past Takodana--avoiding open space, for Rinng’s sake--as the ship lifted itself up through the atmosphere.

“So!” Van called, turning to see the girl strapping herself in. Nearly swallowing his words, the pilot hurriedly secured his own safety belt as well. “Once we make the jump, that’ll put us just past Takodana, at which point we’ll swing around the planet and make a second jump to hit Bonumaan. Normally I’d just shoot straight there, but I’ve heard about some, uhh… well, some unsavory activity goin’ on right in that sector. Do hope you don’t mind.”

“What sort of unsavory activity?”

“Fighter Jockies,” Van replied with just a hint of a sneer. “Pirates. Like to blast apart good honest travelers, then pick at whatever’s left of their ships like animals.”

“Sounds like you’ve encountered them before.”

“I have,” Van said grimly. “I was lucky I’d just hooked my cannon controls up to the helm, because I didn’t have a gunner with me. If I hadn’t sprung for the upgrade, they prob’ly woulda blown me right outta lightspeed, scattered what was left of me across the whole parsec.”

“How would they fire on you at lightspeed? No weapon can fire that quickly.”

“Not a cannon. Some of ‘em have these big ol’ blades strapped to the flanks of their fighters. So long as they can swing in beside you, they’ll carve your ship wide open.”

“That’s horrid!”

“You’re absolutely right,” said Van, “which is why it’s such skiff that the Senate can’t decide on what to do about it.” He paused for a moment. “Uhh, pardon my language.”

“It’s fine.”

Van turned back to the helm. “Anyway, I’m gonna take us around the other end of Tako just to be on the safe side, alright? If it helps, I can offer you back 20 credits.”

“Don’t worry about the money, I just need to get to that station soon…”

“Don’t suppose you have any reasons for the express treatment you’d like to share?”

The girl frowned. “I’m sorry, but I can’t say.”

Van held up a hand. “Totally cool, pretend I didn’t even ask.”

They had just passed into the void of space, pinpoints of starlight shining through the blackness stretched out forever before them. Van wrapped his fingers around the warp switch and turned back to his passenger. The girl pushed back into her seat and offered a single nod of confirmation. The pilot whipped back forward and slowly pushed the switch forward. The stars stretched and shone brighter and brighter, until the blackness of space gave way to a swirling vortex of shimmering blue hyperspace.

“Beenine. Stabilize, please.”

“Of course, love,” came a voice from overhead.

The girl jumped. “What was that?”

“Oh, that’s Beenine. She useta be a droid, but then we got into a scuffle with an ex-Imp cell. One of ‘em had one of those riot batons, Beenine took a hit. Lucky me, I was flying into Nar Shaddaa at the time, so I swung by a chop shop, got her patched up as best I could. Beenine, say hi!”

Van pointed up over the console, where built into the ship itself was installed the round head of a protocol droid. The girl let out a little gasp as the droid’s illuminated eyes.

“Nice to meet you, love. Designation B9-V at your service. Welcome to Taris Travels, ready to do all we can to make your travels as smooth and swift as possible.”

The girl blinked profusely for a moment, but she nodded. “Pl-uhh, pleasure to meet you.”

After a moment longer, the Bluebird’s pressure-stabilizers kicked in, alleviating the force pressing the ship’s occupants into their seats. Van heaved himself up from his chair and stretched. “So!” he started, “lemme show you where everything is. Don’t worry, she’s a real small ship… sure you noticed on the way in.”

The tour was brief. Van had two sleeping quarters on opposite ends of the Bluebird, one for himself and one for his passenger, or two for his passengers if he was flying for more than one. The pilot’s seat was a perfectly fine napping spot… usually. Foodstores and a very, very rudimentary kitchen took up most of the lower deck, and the rest of the ship was either working parts or storage. Van made a point to keep things cozy. Sure, it was a source of occasional complaints, but what did it matter? This ship wasn’t a home to anyone but Van, and Van liked things the way he had them.

“I believe I’ll retire for a bit, if it’s all the same to you,” said the girl. “Forgive me, but it’s been…”

“Hey, I get it,” said Van. “That’s what the beds are for. Take a load off. I’ll be up here keepin’ an eye on things.”

The girl bowed, and disappeared into the hallway. Van turned back to the swirling hyperspace before him.

Beenine’s head swiveled down to look at her pilot. “So what do we know about her?” her voice came from a smaller speaker on the console now, rather than the overhead speakers.

“Not a thing,” Van replied. “Picked her up in Sen-Trill.”

“Sen-tr--” Beenine sighed, an exaggerated sort of sound. “Captain, we’ve discussed this, nothing good comes out of Sen-Trill.”

“Well that doesn’t change the fact that we’re out of work,” Van shot back. “She gave us 2000 creds, we can’t afford to turn that kind of money down!”

“Is this about Life Day?” Beenine groaned. “We’ve had this conversation a thousand times! Just Comm your mother, she can take care of it!”

“And I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not doing that! I’m a grown man, I don’t need a handout from my mother.”

“Your credit account says differently.”

“Bee! We literally just got 2000!”

“And before that, you had six.”

“Oh, shut up and plot us a course!”

Both pilot and droid let out exasperated half-shouts as they went back to their respective duties. Van would never think about wiping Beenine’s memory, but times like this she just tested his patience so much…

Just keep flying, Van thought to himself as he gazed out the windscreen. His eyelids grew heavy, and he felt weariness settling on his shoulders like a great weight. Everything will work out fine if… if you just keep… keep... flying...

[hey-hey-chan]

Tutor!Seungmin

Happy birthday, Astrella @straycuties! The big one eight! :D Go to a strip cub for me lol

It was a muggy summer afternoon on a Tuesday where a girl my age should be at the beach or shopping with her friends. But, instead I had to attend summer school to pass my stupid drama class. 

Like who the fuck fails drama? No one. In my defense, I had been told drama was the easiest class to pass. But no one told me I had to actually study to do well on the tests. And arrive. 

“Ok, so do you know when the first circus opened up?” A voice snapped me out of my daydreams. 

“Huh, what?” I dumbly asked, wanting to slap myself in the face. The boy instead calmly adjusted his round glasses, making him look cuter than usual. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans- a look that looked too cute to be casual.

The boy chuckled slightly and pushed his glasses up again, a habit I figured he had. 

“I asked when the first circus opened up.” The boy asked patiently. Honestly, I wondered how this boy held in the urge to throw the large textbook in my face. I had a hard time concentrating and even more so with my crush of 2 years sitting so close to me. 

Kim Seungmin.

Whenever I heard the name, I would practically run the other way. If someone called his name in the hallways, I would stop on my heels and whip around. If someone brought his name up in conversation, I would try to change the subject. 

I was determined to keep my crush a secret and also avoid any awkward situations with the boy, yet here I was, sitting with him in my room, at very close proximity. 

“Uhhh, um, hmmm... when was the first circus opened?” I asked to myself, twirling the pencil in my hand. Seungmin scoffed and leaned back in his chair.

“Y/n, I just asked you that.” I tried to act casual and mimic his stance, but all I felt was my heart throwing a fit in my chest from hearing him say my name. 

“Well... I have no idea.” I admit slowly, hoping he wouldn’t yell at me. I heard him sigh and set down his pencil, sounding tired and haggard at my lack of knowledge of drama history. “I’m sorry, ok? I just have a tough time learning, especially history.” I babbled, hoping the boy wouldn’t get upset with me. 

For some reason, I had a new drama teacher and she insisted on us learning a bunch of things about theater and other forms of art-including the history behind it. I signed up to act terrible and play games, not to learn some ridiculous facts even theater geeks themselves don’t know. 

He ran his fingers through his dark red hair and stared at the textbook for a few moments. 

“1782. The first circus opened in 1782 by a man named Philip Astley.” He explained slowly, pointing at the answer in the textbook. Suddenly, his eyes drifted to the digital clock in my room and sighed. “I think that’s enough for today. I probably overwhelmed you with information today so I’ll come back Friday? Same time?” He asked, already putting his stuff back into his bag. I couldn’t blame the boy for wanting to escape my company as possible. 

“Y-yeah! Thanks dude this really means a lot.” Did I just call him dude? I mentally facepalmed myself, wondering how much more I could mess this up.

Thankfully, the boy just shrugged and pulled on his backpack. “No problem, I have faith you’ll be able to learn this.” I smiled slightly at his words, but I knew they meant nothing. I was a lost cause. 

“Cool, lemme walk you out.” Do people still do that? Or was I just supposed to let him leave? 

Either way, I did as I said and walked him to the front door. I awkwardly opened the door for him as he left and he gave me a slight wave and smile, looking totally normal, in contrast to my tight smile. Once the boy was gone, I quickly closed the door and released a breath I’d been holding in. 

“Wow you’re so awkward.” I heard a deep voice say from behind me, making me jump in the air. As I turned around, I found myself facing my older brother, who happened to be close friends with the boy who was tutoring me. Which, made it also 10 times more awkward when Seungmin was teaching me.

“Wow, thank you Jisung, I really needed that right now,” I noted sarcastically, stomping up to my room. The boy snorted and bit on a cheeto, the orange powder falling on his shirt.

“Well, you’re lucky you have me as your trustworthy older brother.” The boy flung an arm over me which resulted in me cringing at his greasy fingers. 

“Um, yeah, you’ve done absolutely nothing. And you’re also 3 minutes older than me.” I deadpanned and tossed his arm away from me. The boy grunted at the sudden pain and pouted at me.

“Wow, so you don’t want my knowledge on Seungmin’s ideal girl?” At those words, I stopped walking to my room and turned to face the boy. I hated the way my body reacted to the curiosity. Jisung was now leaning against the staircase and knew he had me where he wanted. I glared at the idiot.

“Hm, why would you think I cared about that? I’m not into Seungmin like that, pfft.” I lied horribly, yet I wasn’t moving from my spot. Jisung raised a brow and shrugged. 

“Ok fine, but I just so happen to know that Seungmin’s last girlfriend was really daring and talkative. She was also a theater geek, as the girlfriend of the president of drama club should be.” He mocked. I felt my cheeks blush red as he knew my lack of talent in the drama department. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t act or learn, or participate. 

“Well, good for Seungmin. He needs a theater geek like him. I’m not upset AT ALL.” I emphasized the last words and ran into my room to hide in despair.

He likes girls who can act? Well, I guess I have a lot of learn this next week. 

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“Ok class, I have a new assignment for you all, and don’t worry, it’s fun!” The cheery woman informed while handing out neon papers. She was so extra it actually pained me. 

“So, instead of having a big final about the history and semantics of drama, since some of you guys failed that portion of my class, I’m instead having you guys act out scene from any play on this list!” She handed me the paper which made me scan the list. Some of them, I did not recognize, but of course I recognized the basics like Romeo and Juliet or a Midsummer Night’s Dream. “These are all plays we’ve gone over in class, so you should recognize all of them.” Oops. 

A girl in the front row shot her hand up and Wendy (our teacher likes to be called by her first name) called on her. 

“Yes, Tzuyu?” The bright eyed girl looked up cheerfully.

“Can we choose our own partners and scenes?” She asked excitedly, her and her other friend, who I didn’t know the name of, held each other’s hands tightly. I wished I could be that excited about the assignment. But I liked learning about plays, not acting them out. At least as a final assignment.

Ok, I honestly hated learning about history and also acting, I have no idea why I signed up for this class. 

“Well, you will be able to choose your partners because acting is really intimate and I want you to be able to act with someone you know, thank me later.” She chuckled at her own joke. “But, I will be assigning you a scene at random to make it at least the slightest bit challenging.” The crowd booed a bit, but they couldn’t be too mad since she was already letting us choose partners. And everything was fun with a friend.

Unfortunately, I had no friends in this particular class. My fault for not taking the class seriously. 

“Ok I will let you take class time to choose your partners, and there will be one odd one out but we’ll figure that out after we choose.” Soon enough, everyone shot up at her words and left me sitting clueless. 

In a fast blur, everyone was paired up, leaving me to look at the divided class.

“Oh good! We have one person out, which means you can be paired with the TA who is currently bringing me more papers from the printer, aka, the box where I will choose your plays and scenes.” Upset groans filled the room while Wendy just grunt happily.

“Oh good, Seungmin you’re just in time!” Everyone looked to the back of the theater, but I tried to avoid all eye contact.

Seungmin? Why is he here? What the hell? I didn’t sign up for this.

“This is Kim Seungmin, I’m sure some of you know him from being the president of drama club.” He blushed a bright red which almost made me coo aloud. “Aw don’t be shy, you’re an amazing singer and actor. Seungmin wasn’t supposed to be my TA, but he decided to help me last minute since it would be more fun that way, right?” She turned to him and he nodded.

“Of course! I know some of you are here because you don’t want to be, but I’ll try to make it as fun as I can!” He exclaimed, looking right at me as he said so. 

I wanted to throw my seat against the wall, this was so embarrassing. Seungmin knew I was taking this class, but actually seeing him here was weird. 

“Oh yeah, and Seungmin, you’ll be working with y/n for the final project, is that ok with you?” I felt my cheeks burn but felt slightly better when he smiled at me.

“Yup, that would be great actually, we’re already friends.” I felt my heart skip a beat at those words.

To say we were friends was an overstatement, but I like how he said that instead of saying he was tutoring me.

“Great! Now, for the fun part! The selection!” The ditsy teacher squealed while digging her hand into the bucket full of slips of paper with a scene selection.

I hope to god we don’t get one with a kissing scene.

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“So we got the kissing scene in Romeo and Juliet.” Seungmin told me sheepishly. He held the scene out to me and low and behold, we got the short, but passionate, scene of Romeo and Juliet expressing their intimate desires with one another. I gave a deep sigh and touch my hand to my forehead to see if I was dreaming or not.

“Um, ok, I mean, at least we’re not strangers.” I told him calmly. I couldn’t let my anxiety show, that would be terrible.  “It’ll be fine, I mean, I’m not a terrible kisser myself.” I teased, hoping this would relieve some of his stress. He let out a nervous chuckle and nodded.

“I mean, I’m more worried about how your brother will kill me,” he said honestly. I let out a strangled laugh because I’m pretty sure Jisung didn’t care who I swapped spit with. Ok swapped spit is so vulgar, how about kissed? Yeah that sounds better.

“Please, Jisung doesn’t have to know.” Once that sentence left my mouth, I realized how sensual it sounded. I let out a small chuckle hiding my awkwardness, but the poor boy turned red. “I-I meant, you know, he doesn’t need to know about this scene, and plus he doesn’t care about what I do in school or anything. He’s just, yeah, don’t worry about him I mean.” I felt myself babbling, but I couldn’t stop myself. I bit my lip and pretended that situation didn’t happen.

“Yeah...” He trailed off. “So, since you need all the help you can get, we should start on this right away.” I knew I was a terrible actress, but for him to say it out loud made me heart plummet. 

“Yeah of course!” 

“So later today?” 

I wanted to take more time to prepare myself, but instead I blurted out an “ok!” I wanted to take back the words once I said them, but Seungmin smiled and nodded.

“Ok great, see you after this class then? I can drive you home.” I nodded. 

“That’d be great.” I complied. The drama class was the only class I had during the summer, which meant it ended quickly which also meant I would have to prepare the kissing scene faster. 

Big gulp. 

----

The class dragged on a while longer before Wendy dismissed us. I felt my nerves jittering as I walked over to Seungmin who was already greeting me with a smile.

“Well, I guess our tutoring session is coming sooner than expected.” Seungmin teased while holding the door open for me. I silently swooned at his actions.

“Thanks, and yeah I guess it is. I didn’t expect you to be our TA.” Seungmin nodded and chuckled.

“Me either, she told me that this year, she had a bigger class size than usual and asked me to help. And as I had nothing better to do this summer, I decided to be a good drama club president and help out.” I chuckled at his light humor. 

“True.” 

“Hey, is that a pikachu keychain?” I asked once getting into his car. He nodded shyly.

“Yeah, I think pikachus are cute. Their little red cheeks are so adorable.”

Wow, if he could get any hotter. 

We engaged in small talk throughout the ride home, but all I could think about was how I was about to be able to kiss my crush of a lifetime. 

Why didn’t I practice this like a normal girl? I have multiple pillows I could’ve kissed.

I sighed and got out of the car angrily.

“Hey, you ok? What did the door do to you?” I glanced over to the boy and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Oh sorry, just a long day I guess, stressed about the final and our scene and whatever.” I rambled when I was upset- a habit I wanted to erase. Seungmin pursed his lips and nodded. 

“Yeah, I mean, it’s cool you have me, a theater geek, to help you out, right?” He teased while entering my house. I let out a forced laugh and nodded. 

It was not cool to have to pretend to be in love and kiss someone who is my actual crush and that I’m actually in love with. But obviously I couldn’t say that out loud.

The house was empty when we came inside because my parents were still at work and Jisung was out with his friends, as he always was.

“So, what do you want to work on first?” Seungmin said, snapping me out from my thoughts. I shrugged my shoulders and let out a deep exhale of air.

“Um, I’m not sure, everything seems kind of overwhelming right now.” Seungmin said nothing at my words at first. I felt my nerves act up at the sudden silence. “I-”

“Are you nervous about the kiss scene?” He suddenly said. I choked on my spit that I didn’t even know I had built up. I covered myself quickly, brushing it off as a normal cough.

“Um, I mean, a tad I guess, I’ve never really acted that much before and to do a scene that...intimate.” Oh god, did I really just say the word intimate in front of him?

He raised a brow, but agreed with me nonetheless. 

“Ok, since you think that, we should just get it over with.” Yeah, he totally agrees-

W-wait what? 

“What?” I blurted aloud. He cocked his head and shrugged. 

“I mean, it’s like the biggest hurdle for most people to get over with. And so, for a rookie like you, it’s easier to just get it out of the way.” 

He came closer to me, which made me confused on what I was supposed to do.

“Wait, are you like, asking me to kiss you right now?” I deadpanned. He nodded quickly. 

“Yup, it’s like the most daunting thing and you seem pretty nervous about it, so let’s just get it over with so we’re not freaking out about it.” I gulped and nodded.

He was right. I was nervous. It was my first kiss and it had to look passionate and intimate and not gross in front of my classmates. So might as well get used to it.

“Ok, fine, just, let me calm down.” 

He nodded, but I could help but notice his small smirk, which lowkey pissed me off.

“Ok, fine, I’m gonna kiss you now.” I stated abruptly. 

“Ok, I’m waiting. Whenever you’re ready.” This time, there was no smugness in his voice, just honesty. I took a deep breath and prayed my mouthwash worked today.

I planted my lips on his, wondering how long a kiss was supposed to take. Seungmin scooted back in response, which made me realize he didn’t expect me to kiss him. 

Though, the boy responded quick enough and held his hands at my waist and pulled me closer. I realized this boy had probably kissed lots of people due to his experience in plays, which suddenly made me insecure. 

I pulled back, making a loud smack noise. I blushed at the sudden situation that was happening, and backed up. I noticed a slight blush on his face, which meant he felt the same way.

“Um, so, um, that was alright, but maybe we should kiss again just to get your ner-” I slapped him on the shoulder and shook my head. 

“No, not until I ace the actual acting, we already know how to kiss.” He let out a loud laugh and leaned against the railing. 

“Yes, yes, we do.”

[miraculouslyminty-blog]

Bionn Halthcharon’s School’s Out Journal

This. This is best journal so far. This is when i finally nailed down his character. yes he is a rude boy but there’s way more to him than most people think. and he writes like he talks, natch for MH doll logs. Also the lil journal taglines gonna be above the read more

Readin' this without my permission just shorts my circuits!

September 16th

My motherboard's gonna kill me. I'm serious. How am I gonna explain to her that the slip I'm bringin' home is because I panicked and weaponed up 'cause someone tapped me on the shoulder. I didn't know who it was at first and honestly it's a reflex. Ya see, back when I lived and protected Motor City, you didn't know who was gonna ambush ya. And yeah, I apologized and we're totally cool now, I guess, but Momboard's not gonna care about that. She's just gonna dwell on the fact that I came home with a warnin' slip and no matter how many times I tell her that it's under the rug now, she won't listen. She'll just yell at me until I storm off or if she gets tired of shoutin' at me (which I doubt she will. Momboard's scary.).

I can just imagine it now. I don't wanna put up with that today. Maybe I'll just throw the slip away during lunch or hide it. But then again, it needs to be brought back with her signature. This is a problem.

September 23rd 

Man, I can't wait until the last day of school gets here. It means I'll (hopefully) be seeing less of Heath Burns. Don't get me wrong, he's okay I guess... but he's just not the type of manster I'd normally hang out with. He's just got somethin' about him that always seems to irritate me. Seriously. He doesn't even have to speak to do it. All he has to do is walk next to me and suddenly I get this look on my face. Like somethin' smells bad. And he's always trying to invite me to go with him and his friends for some "bro time", whatever that is. I haven't exactly grasped slang yet. Well slang that normal teens use. 

Sure his friends are nice and all even if I've only talked to 'em a couple times but it's Heath I can't stand. I don't know why. And I bet on the walk to the lockers after Home Ick he's gonna ask me to hang out with him. This is gonna be a long day.

September 25th

Dad wasn't home when I woke up. I guess he went to the die-ner. He's been goin' to that die-ner every Saturday morning since we've moved here. And I had to know what kind of secrets that place was holdin' because why would my dad go there every Saturday? So I left a note on the table and went down to the die-ner. It was pretty early in the morning, so there weren't a lot of monsters out. I made my way down to the die-ner and I was feeling pretty tense. I'm not sure why. But instead of findin' some weird secret, I found Dad and a bunch of mad scientists talkin' and eatin'...pancakes?

I know my Dad's kind of well.... kind of a nerd but I really wasn't expectin' this. So I turned to leave before one of his friends (I think) said "Hey Grave, isn't that your kid?". Boy, did that make me stop in my tracks. I never felt so mortalfied. I was pretty sure I was rustin' where I stood. And Dad noticed it. Ooh boy did I wanna go offline so badly. But he invited me over and had me sit with him and his friends. Dad's friends are actually pretty nice and super funny.But it's still super weird since I didn't even know Dad could act like a regular monster. And I say that because well... he's Dad. Normal ain't somethin' that runs in the family.

And we ate somethin' called "banana scary pancakes". That's the first time I've had them and I've gotta say, they ain't half bad. And someone from school was there. What was her name again? Frankie? Anyways, she must've been with her dad too. I didn't talk to her much but she seems like a decent ghoul. Dad seems to respect her dad. And they were talkin' about the plans they drew up when it came to buildin' us, which was super embarrassin'. But ya know...

It's strangely comfortin' to know that I'm not the only person that was built in a lab.

October 1st 

Jeez, I'm starting to come down with a bad rustin' problem. You forget to oil your joints and it comes back and kicks you in the behind. I really hope no one notices... Shelley's been trailin' behind me in between classes. I know it's her anxiety and that's fine, but I know she's concerned about me. It's a really bad problem right now since I'm movin' soooo sloowly... no offense to zombies, they're nice monsters, and now I know how they feel when they go from place to place. I can't count how many times I got shoved around in the hallway on the way to Biteology. Oh wait, yes I can. 22. 22 times! I mean, it took a while to get get there but at least Heath kept a seat warm for me. Oh great... his fire puns are startin' to rub off on me...

He spent pretty much all of class talkin' to me and I just muttered responses. I wasn't in the best mood and I'm pretty sure he caught onto that. I mean I don't mean to be a jerk to the guy, it's just that you'd be in a bad mood too if you were rustin' over. And after a very long time (or it felt like that) Biteology always drains my battery and havin' to slowly walk to my locker wasn't helpin' things. I would have teleported there but that module rusted over. Shelley was still in class and I was just gonna hafta grin and bear it. But then I just heard someone say "Need help?". So I turned around as fast as I could (which wasn't very fast, again rust. Ugh.) and there's the ghoul from the die-ner.

Normally I'd turn that down because I'm super prideful but in this case, I needed the help. "Hey I saw you at the die-ner the other day! Your dad's friends with mine?". I would've shrugged. "Yeah I guess.". "You're Bionn right?", she asked. I nodded. "And you're Frankie? ...Uhhh... did I get that right?", I asked. She nodded. Things were quiet for a while before she spoke up. "Uh so, how do you like Monster High? Since it's your first year here and all.". "Oh uh... it's great here! Yeah." I ain't the best at talkin' to other monsters. It kinda sucks, pun unintended. She smiled and said it was good. We continued to walk until I saw Heath, putting his book away.. "Hey, there's my locker!". We stopped. Frankie waved. "Hey Heath!". He turned around and well, he flamed up. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, it's kinda sad. I can't tell ya how many times he's done that whenever a ghoul walked past us. And all the times he's set my books and homework on fire.

So while he was chattin' up a storm with her, I just grabbed what I needed to grab out of my locker and go. Though I did let him know he was gettin' out of hand on the way out. Good thing my elbow joints hadn't rusted yet. Can't really claim I elbowed him gently though.

October 7th 

There's been this talk goin' around school about a huge fight between a couple of monsters named Clawd and Spectra. From what I can figure out there was somethin' about a rumor about this Cleo ghoul breakin' up with her boyfriend and Clawd gettin' together with her. I dunno, it sounds kinda stupid, ya know? Maybe it's because I don't get it. Shelley thinks it's dumb too. And people have been talkin' about it all day, not to mention it got super bad during lunch. Like I couldn't eat anything because that's all they could talk about and it was hard-drivin' me up the wall. I wish I could turn my hearin' off at times like this. Don't ruin lunch like that y'all. Just don't.

And ‘sides, why would you believe somethin’ ya read on the Internet?! It's called a rumor for a reason! It ain't that hard to analyze the story! Oh riiiigghhttt, I forgot, the whole teenager thing. Heh heh... whoops. But ya know, he more I think about, the more I can't help but be I dunno the word here... curious? Yeah. Oh, what am I sayin'?! I shouldn’t be focusin’ on this! But at the same time, I just wanna know what's goin' on, ya know?

October 13th 

Eeugh, there's nothin' I hate more than bumpin' into Circutroy. Well, that's ain’t true. I hate a lot of other things but runnin' into my cousin is really high up there. It's pretty much the same thing with him. "You're outdated.", "Did you stop to recharge on the way here? You know how faulty batteries get get when they start to age.". “Blah blah perfect blah blah.” I swear, with how much of a jerk he is, he could give that Tora-somethin' ghoul a run for her money. Or milk I guess 'cause she a werecat 'n all. Though I ain’t much better myself. But at least I don't go around insultin' other monsters for not some stupid standard tripe.

I don't wanna talk to that lousy battery muncher ever again. 

October 16th 

Oh man, I can't tell if this is one of the best days I've had or the worst. Okay so lemme start off by sayin' Mad Science was cancelled today. All thanks to Heath. Basically we got some lab tech that was gift of a former student who's now a famous mad scientist. It was huge and kinda box-shaped and painted black except for a really shiny metal button about half way up on one of its sides. And just when the showcase was gonna start, ol' Hackington got called to the office. Why? Dunno, wish I could tell ya. Anyways before he left, he said “All right me little Pandoras – nobody touch the box while I’m gone.” And of course, the second he was gone, you-know-who had already blazed a trail to the box thing. At the time I just facepalmed because Heath + ANYTHING = disaster. I was waitin' for that snake-headed guy to turn him to stone or somethin'. (I think his name's Deuce. Or was it Domino? I don't know.) Or for someone to stop Heath before he made a fool outta himself.

Yeah, turns out no one wanted to do anything. We were just gonna let him fool around with a fancy box thing. What- what even is unlife? "Uh hey, you shouldn't be messin' with that.", I said, even though it wasn't gonna stop him at all. "Relax! I'm just checking it out!", he responded. And I facepalmed. Again. Anyways, the hothead was insistin' nothin' was gonna happen and he pushed the button. The box thing made like this whistle noise. It was high-pitched and annoyin'. Still, it caught him off guard and he stopped fiddlin' with the thing. I'm pretty sure everyone stopped holdin' their breath too. Er, anyone who could breathe anyway. Heath thought it must've been funny or somethin'. 'Course he'd find that funny. And then, HE WALKED BACK OVER TO THE BOX AND LEANED AGAINST IT. I just- I just... I'm pretty sure my processor stopped functionin' at that point in time. I'm also pretty sure I went through like, 5 stages of disbelief even though only one stage exists. That's how bad it was.

"See? I told you nothing was going to hap-" and that's all he could say before the box thing sprouted tentacles and ate him. At least, I think it ate him. I wasn't payin' that much attention. And there were like, the sounds of splashin' and somethin' bangin' against the box and Heath was yellin' for help. A second after, Hackington had come back and figured out what went down when he was outta the room. Thank goth that thing came with a remote because the second that thing was pointed at the box, Heath came flyin' outta it covered in gunk. I'm not gonna lie, I was havin' a really hard time tryin' not to laugh the entire time. Yeah I know, it's mean. But my family kinda spreads chaos and probably like it. It's not like I can help it, it's kinda in my codin'. Anyways we had to leave after that. Headless Honcho Bloodgood let us know that, yeah, he's fine. He's just gonna need a few days off. I mean, I kinda feel bad for him, but not that much.

I'm just glad me and my locker can get some goth-danged peace for once!

October 23rd 

Man this day started off bad and ended up worse. Like this day was just bad. And not normal bad, Friday the 13th bad.

It all started earlier this morning when Pat-ick was havin' a fit over somethin', erggh. And thanks to his wailin' fit, he ended up turnin' one of Dad's projects into a fish creature.... thing... A fish creature that ended up eatin' my brand new gamin' console. So I now I gotta scrape up the money for it again. And the fish thing ended up latched onto my head somehow. I was so angry this mornin' I didn't even notice I had it on my head until I got to school, where a few monsters pointed it out. And laughed at me. And made fun of me for the entire day even when I got the thing off my head. Ugh...

Just to get away from the mockin' I hid out in the Gym. Should I have done that? No. No I shouldn't've. But I was gettin' really annoyed and I didn't wanna come home with another paper from the Headless Honcho cause I got into a fight. And I guess I must've zoned out or somethin' because the next thing I knew, the casketball team was in the Gym practicin' for somethin' comin' up. I dunno what for nor do I care all that much. Anyways, I go to leave the Gym and it turns out I was stressed out enough to get the bleachers on the ceilin'. Thank goth I teleported 'em back to the right spot before they hit the ground. I start to leave again and somethin' hits my foot. It's the casketball thing. I grab it and turn around to see the team's just starin' at me, waitin'.

"Hey dude, could you pass me that?", the werewolf asks. I think his name's Clawd. I've never really talked to him and the only times I've seen him is around lunch in the halls. Still, my heart component jumps for joy when he calls me dude. It feels like I'm bein' recognized as a manster and not just some weird ghoul. I nodded and threw it back to him. A little too hard. Whoops. Still he catches it without tumblin' over (must be that werewolf strength I’ve heard ‘bout) and tells me I've got one heck of a pass. Whatever that means. I think it's a sports thing. Anyways, the werewolf tells me that I should try out for the casketball team and that tryouts are gonna happen soon. Sports ain't really my thing. I've never played any but watchin' 'em just bores me, ya know? But I decide to be nice to him and tell him I might tryout sometime that before turnin' to leave. "Hey, you should grab lunch with us sometime! We can show you the ropes and stuff.", he suggests. "You know, just hanging with the guys?" I smile and tell him I might just take him up on that. The werewolf guy smiles back and says "Alright man, catch you later!" before they start practicin' again.

The day wasn't too bad after all, I guess. How could it be one I'm startin' to become one of the mansters?

[punsandtofu]

Cooking Lessons (Compiled RP)

punsandtofu: Even though he’d matured since he’d joined the Teen Titans, Beast Boy still had the tendency to push things. Things like Raven’s patience. First, a fly to sneak into her room. Then, a snake to sneak up behind her. Aaaand human form so he could talk. (Shout.) “Hey, Rae, guess what!” azarathian: She’d been buried in the pages of her newest book, eyes hooked to the words as they ran through her head and breathing shallow and light. The next chapter would be a good one - she could tell - and so was almost rushing to reach it.  If a small sound that shouldn’t be there swept through her room, she wouldn’t hear it. The titan was engrossed. Nonetheless, all good things must come to an end…  “Hey, Rae, guess what!” She had almost fallen right off her bed, and her eyes were wide as she flinched back at the shrill, unexpected voice. Soon enough, though, their cold stare returned. “How did you get in my room?” she sneered, completely disregarding his question. punsandtofu: The green teen cackled and pointed as his fellow titan flailed. “Oh man! You should’a seen your face!” He sighed and calmed down. “Same way I always do. Now, guess what!” azarathian: She couldn’t tell if he was just pushing her with that answer, or being serious. Whatever the case, she’d be certain to confront it when she wasn’t being probed. If anything, she’d probably be better off just responding and moving the matter along as quickly as possible. Her forehead was flushed with a subdued rage.  “What?” punsandtofu: “Iiiiiiii got to do the shopping today~ That means I get to decide what we eat!” He had a list given to him, but he opted not to use it. “We’re having Vegan Toasted Coconut Cake today~” azarathian: “Nice,” she deadpanned. She really didn’t care. “And you snook into my room to tell me this… why?” Her voice was still sharp with impatience as her brow twitched a touch. punsandtofu: “Because you’re going to help me.” He grinned. “Remember those pan…sludges you made that one time? Clearly you need cooking lessons and I’m here to help!” He jabbed a thumb to his chest proudly. “Yes! I’m going to sacrifice my time to help the less fortunate with my culinary prowess!” He placed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. azarathian: Her expression fell from anger to extremely unenthusiastic. She blinked slowly and let a stretched silence hang between them once he’d finished. That alone should’ve answered his offer, but for good measure she chose to voice her disapproval alongside it. “… Yeah, I’ll pass.” Her gaze promptly returned to her book as a message that the conversation was over. punsandtofu: “Awww, c’mooooooooon, Rae!” He whined. “It’ll be fun! I know you like fun, even if you pretend you don’t.” azarathian: With a sigh, she lowered her book back to her lap. He was persistent as ever, of course. “Maybe your ‘fun’ and my ‘fun’ are different?” she suggested, more like a statement. punsandtofu: His ears drooped as he slumped over, pouting at her. He hoped his alluring animal adorableness would sway her. azarathian: Her arms folded across her chest and brows lowered in irritation. Was her cooking really that bad that he felt an obligation to teach her? She guessed he did have a point… She knew she couldn’t cook - she wasn’t even going to try to deny that. And perhaps learning a recipe or two might be good for her, but… her book. For the moment, the girl stood her ground “No.” punsandtofu: Cue a quivering lower lip and a pathetic whimper. Perhaps he could get her to join out of pity. azarathian: “Beast Boy,” she snapped, brows knitted together. Her glare practically commanded he give up and leave her back to her reading. punsandtofu: He flinched. Well… so much for that. He sulked out of the room to cook by himself. azarathian: Once the door slid shut behind him, she relished the peace and quiet that quickly returned to the room. At first, she hadn’t given his disappointment a second thought, merely reaching back for her book and sinking back into her pillows. Her eyes scanned for the place she’d been at before the noisy interruption. Even after a minute, she still couldn’t seem to find it… and began to acknowledge the underlying guilt that lurked in the back of her mind. He was trying to do a nice thing… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, learning to cook something without setting the kitchen alight in fire and smoke. The girl bowed her head and sighed, before heaving herself from bed and making for the kitchen. “What’re we making again?” she said as she entered the Main Ops room to see a dejected Beast Boy rummaging the cupboards. punsandtofu: Baking powder… baking soda… It’d sure be nice if their ingredients were a little more organized. Oh, what was he thinking? He could never keep things organized. His ears perked up at the sound of the monotone voice and he whipped around with a grin. “Rae! We’re making vegan toasted coconut cake!” He pulled one of two chef’s hats off the counter and put it on his head before grabbing the second and excitedly putting it on hers, whether she wanted it there or not. azarathian: A pair a violet eyes rose to the hat sitting atop her head with an air of disapproval. “I’m already agreeing to cook - you’re pushing it with the hat,” she said, hastily removing it and placing it back on the counter.     punsandtofu: He rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine.” He finished putting the ingredients on the counter and removed his gloves to wash his hands. azarathian: She literally only ever used the kitchen to pour a cup of tea or clean dishes… The entire situation of hopping right into a full-blown recipe was alien to her. She glanced around her surroundings, clueless of where to begin. “Sooo… What now?” punsandtofu: “Well, you gotta wash your hands since we’re working with food.” He dried his hands and stepped away from the sink to give Raven access. “I’d take a whole bath so I could use all my animal limbs, but Robin said no one wants to eat food made with monkey feet.” azarathian: Raven almost cringed at the thought. “Robin would be right,” she internally thanked the masked boy for forbidding such a thing. The girl stepped over to the sink and proceeded to wash her hands before grabbing the nearest kitchen towel and wiping them dry. Okay, well that was easy, but she imagined what was to follow wouldn’t be. She turned back to the green teen and folded her arms, leaning back against the counter and looking to him as if to say ‘go on’. punsandtofu: “Lemme check.” He pulled out a piece of paper with instructions he’d written on it and looked it over. “Let’s preheat the oven and measure out the ingredients. Set it to three hundred degrees.” He gestured to the oven as he got out some measuring cups. azarathian: So, he was giving task number one to her - not sure how great an idea that was, but she figured there was no harm in going along with it. Raven knelt down in front of the oven and sought out the temperature dial. Aaand, it looked like… this one? Well, it was encircled with numbers from 0 to 500 so she assumed it must be right. So she rotated the dial to just after the middle setting and, still kneeling, said “done.” punsandtofu: “Good. It should beep once it’s heated up.” He measured out some shredded coconut and spread it on a baking sheet. “Now measure one cup of coconut flour and spread it evenly on that baking sheet.” He pointed to another baking sheet. azarathian: Her eyes moved to the direction he was pointing - okay, sounded easy enough. The magus walked towards the cupboard she knew held all glasses, mugs and cups, but halted in place. He said a cup of coconut flour, right? But there were multiple cups in the cupboard of varying shapes and sizes… “Uhhh, when you say ‘a cup’,” she began, “which cup do you mean?” punsandtofu: Oh boy… He had no idea she was this clueless with cooking. “A measuring cup.” He pointed to the plastic measuring cup he’d used for the shredded coconut. “Specifically, one for solids. Measuring cups for solids and measuring cups for liquids are different. Just scoop it up or pour it in and spread any extra off the top so it’s flat.” azarathian: Okay… now she felt stupid. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all; maybe if it was with someone she knew wouldn’t tease her for it in the long-run. Although, he hadn’t seemed to tease her for it just now. Which was… weird. “Oh,” she breathed, a tad abashed by her mistake. Swiftly moving on, she placed one of the cups upright on the counter and looked to the bag of flour, which instantly glowed black. With her mind, Raven continued to levitate the open flour bag above the cup and pour - however, it seemed she poured with a bit too much force, and when tipped, the flour tumbled out too fast and dusted the entire surface with white. Not only that, but unbeknownst to the girl, a spatter had landed on her cheek as well. She stared wide-eyed at the mess she’d managed to make in the space of a second and slowly turned to her ‘chef’. “…Oops…” punsandtofu: Oops? He turned around to see the counter coated with white. He snickered and walked over to the measuring cup. “Jeez, Rae. I thought I was the messy one.” He held his hand sideways and pushed the pile of coconut flour off the top of the cup. He held up the now adequately full cup. “One cup of coconut flour.” He didn’t seem to care much about the mess. He always made a mess when he cooked. He always cleaned it up afterwards. (After being told a million times by the rest of the team to stop leaving the mess for them.) azarathian: She let out a groan as she stared at the heap of flour - this stuff really got everywhere. It was twice she’d messed up already and they weren’t even five minutes into the recipe. Whilst Beast Boy rectified the situation as best he could - ignoring the mess, she noticed - Raven slumped, suddenly feeling quite useless. No wonder no one went near whatever food she seldom attempted to make. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this,” she admitted, assuming she’d just be slowing the boy down if she were to stick around. punsandtofu: “Do you always give up this quickly?” He set the cup down and shook the flour mess off the baking sheet. A bit redundant, given they’d need to spread some on it in a moment. “No, you don’t.“ He thought about it. “You try hard with a lot of things. And you succeed with a lot of things too. You fought your own fate and saved the world. I think you can make a cake.” azarathian: She just blinked at him for a moment. Well… he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps she was giving up a tad too quickly. With slightly more determination than she had before, she pressed her lips together and gave a small nod before walking back over to where the recipe lay upon the tabletop. “Okay. You’re right,” she said. “So what’s next?” This time she’d be more careful. punsandtofu: He smiled. “ ‘Course I’m right~” He handed her the cup and gestured to the baking sheet. “Pour the flour on the sheet and try to get it evenly all over it.” azarathian: She guessed the kitchen was the one place she couldn’t act superior, however it didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at his cockiness. With a hesitant hand she took the cup and turned back to the baking sheet placed before her. Then, opting to use her hand over her powers this time, she cautiously tipped the cup the slightest inch so a few flakes of flour fell lightly to the sheet. The girl took her time and remained aware of her force throughout. After a minute, she seemed to have sprinkled a decent amount of flour, though still a bit messier than she could’ve done. “That okay?” she asked, looking to him for acceptance. punsandtofu: He looked over at the sheet. “Looks good.” Not perfect, but he kept that to himself. No need to discourage her. The oven beeped. “Oh! Perfect! We can put them in the oven now. We’re just toasting the coconut stuff first before we move on to the other stuff.” azarathian: An internal sigh of relief. She’d done it right - and not made too much of a mess this time (although she was still aware of the powdery pile she’d left sitting on the other end of the counter from earlier). Once the oven beeped and Beast Boy relayed the next step, she murmured an “okay” and went to pick up one of the two trays. Putting a tray in the oven was something she could do flawlessly. “That’s one in,” she said, bending a touch with her hands on her knees to glance inside the oven. punsandtofu: He took the other sheet and did the same. “And that’s two. Now let’s set the timer for twenty minutes.” azarathian: “Mhmm.” She took a step back for him to take care of that himself, a small smile playing upon her lips. Feeling able to take a bit of action herself, Raven stepped around her teammate and placed her finger upon the recipe sheet to examine what was to follow in the process. “Okay,” she began, “Says now we prepare two cake tins while they’re in the oven - so we need vegetable oil.” She turned to him, finger still upon the paper.     punsandtofu: He set the timer, turned to her, nodded, and got the vegetable oil out. He gestured to the oil with his hand. “Despite my efforts, I can’t find any vegetable cars to put this in,” he joked. azarathian: Almost instantly her smile fell as she crossed her arms and raised a lone brow.  “Really?” punsandtofu: “Aw, c’mon. Not all my jokes can be gems. It’s like the time I tried to enter that joke contest. I came up with ten plays on words that I hoped would qualify, but no pun in ten did!” azarathian: Another insufferable sigh crawled its way up her throat, begging to be released, but something else left the heroine’s lips instead - “I thought you were meant to be cooking, not burning,” she returned, a trace of triumph lacing her tone punsandtofu: “I’m always burning hot~” He grinned and ‘finger gunned’ her. azarathian: Now she didn’t even bother, opting to merely stare right through him and blink three times slowly, allowing his own realization of how stupid he sounded to consume him without breathing a word. punsandtofu: He scoffed. “You’re gonna have to do better if you wanna win a joke-off against me. My whole life is a joke!” He joked while also making a jab at himself. azarathian: “Oh no, well there’s my life’s goal destroyed,” she deadpanned. Her arms dropped back to her sides as she walked over to the tins perched upon the counter and snatched the vegetable oil off the jokester on her way. She grabbed one tin and slid the other over to him. “Now, if you don’t mind moving this along?” punsandtofu: He sighed and quietly completed the next task. Why was making her smile so difficult? He knew she could. When they first started their team, he remembered how she’d told him he was funny and she’d even smiled. While he loved the boost to his ego, seeing a girl like her smile made his day. She always acted so melancholy. Making her smile was nothing short of a victory to him. He was able to make her smile by just being himself, so why wasn’t it working now? Though thinking wasn’t his strong suit, he found himself lost in thought, mindlessly going through the movements of making the cake without consulting Raven. azarathian: Odd… she’d been at least expecting a whine or a pout or something. He just went along with it - just did what she asked without argument. It was very unlike the Beast Boy she knew, but then again, she did have a tendency to shoot him down and bring a cease to his fun, whether it be pun-making or just initiating banter with her. Perhaps he just didn’t want an argument, she thought, though she really wouldn’t have minded him carrying on - it was just an unspoken game they played. It was just the way they were. But he was meant to retaliate right back. Clearly not this time. Feeling a faint pang of guilt, her brows creased towards her forehead a touch. But she was quickly back to her unreadable visage once more as she began drizzling the cake tin with the oil. She observed it, hoping she hadn’t put in too much or too little, before returning her attention to the boy beside her. “Kay chef, next?” she said to him, a newfound playfulness in the nickname. punsandtofu: It took a moment for the fact she said anything to register. “Huh? Oh… uh… I just dusted one with flour. Now we do the other.” The fact he’d been called ‘chef’ hadn’t really clicked yet.     azarathian: A small nod in his direction and she followed his lead, mimicking the same step and dusting the flour over the cake tin’s interior. Things were seeming to run a bit smoother now… “So that’s two tins prepped. Now we gotta actually make the thing.” punsandtofu: “Yeah.” He checked the recipe. “Whisk together the almond milk, flax meal, and apple cider vinegar. You’ll notice I’m not using soy milk.” He grinned. “I learned you guys don’t like soy. Or at least, soy that pretends to be other stuff.” He realized she may not know what a whisk is, so he picked it up himself. “This is a whisk. Whisking is kinda like stirring, but it makes stuff, like, airy? And fluffy? Kinda hard to describe.”      azarathian: These were seeming to be all ingredients she’d never used, or even heard of before. What on earth was flax meal? And honestly, she wouldn’t have noticed he wasn’t using soy milk without him alerting her to it, but having learnt his reason, she did appreciate it. Hopefully by the time they were finished, the cake would be edible enough for everyone to enjoy, and not burnt to a crisp due to her incompetency in the kitchen. Though Raven was unfamiliar with some of the ingredients, she definitely knew what a whisk was - so when Beast Boy described the tool to her, she felt like he was completely mocking her. “Yeah, I know that, genius,” she muttered, taking it from him. To be fair, he had every reason to assume she wouldn’t know, but that fact never crossed the girl’s mind. It wasn’t often she found herself in a position where she was being taught, and she perhaps could’ve been taking it better than she was in terms of pride. punsandtofu: He sneered a bit at her. Heaven forbid he tried to help. “That’s good, Miss What-cup-do-I-use. I’m guessing you also know exactly how to whisk and how to pour the almond milk out of the measuring cup without it dribbling down the side.” He’d had that issue himself in the past. He put the flax meal and apple cider vinegar into a bowl before measuring out some almond milk and handing it to her. “Pour this in the bowl.” azarathian:     She inwardly cringed at the reminder of her earlier blunder, but only revealed her humility with a scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips. As he spoke, she crossed her arms and leant her weight to one hip - let him have his moment.      “Fine,” she said blankly, taking the measuring cup from him. Did he really think she couldn’t pour some milk into a bowl? To prove her point, Raven proceeded to do so flawlessly. She then reached to her side for the whisk and gripped it tightly as she placed it downwards into the mixture. With a forceful hand - too forceful - she whizzed it around the center of the bowl at rapid speed. Perhaps it was just her luck, or perhaps it was the fact she did not know to initially stir the ingredients together slowly before whisking at a gradually faster speed, but the liquid in the bowl spattered out everywhere - mainly upon the upper half of Raven herself and the face of an unsuspecting Beast Boy a foot away from her. punsandtofu: Huh. Guess she knew more about cooking than he thought… Or not. The changeling wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his uniform before looking over at Raven. She was covered in the mix. He could have made a snarky remark… if he wasn’t so busy laughing. azarathian: She honestly didn’t know what it was about her culinary skills that were so lacking. The girl had never really been taught by anybody, and though she knew the basics, it always seemed to be the specifics lacing a recipe that caught her out - like whisking too hard and losing half the mixture to the floor, in this case. Instantly, that shrill cackle hit her, and she turned to see her green friend as littered in cake mix as herself. The sight was ridiculous - how could she have made such a wreck of the kitchen in such a small space of time?! To her surprise, the changeling’s laugh elicited a soft one of her own, and her hand rose to her lips in attempt to stifle it. “Okay,” she smiled lightly. “So maybe you’ve got your work cut out for you.”     punsandtofu: He cackled. “Usually, when I hear that, it’s directed at someone else.” He grabbed some paper towels for himself before handing her some. “You should’ve seen what happened when Negative Man tried to teach me to make his homemade veggie burgers,” he spoke as he wiped his face. azarathian: Her giggled simmered as she took the paper towels from him. “Can’t imagine it was as bad as this,” she admitted, smirk still present as she dabbed at her face. punsandtofu: He chuckled. “Ever see what happens when you use a food processor without a lid?” azarathian: “Ah…” Raven could only imagine the disaster that must’ve unfolded, and in sharing such a thing with her, she felt perhaps slightly better about her own incompetency in their venture thus far. Lowering her hand from her face, she glanced at the boy in front of her, and noticed he’d completely missed a giant patch of mixture still clinging to his cheek.      “Um, you got… a bit…” she motioned towards her own cheek in the same spot, subduing another smirk. punsandtofu: He blinked. “What?” He wiped at the wrong side of his face. “Did I get it?” azarathian: “Um…” It was almost charming how utterly hopeless he could be at times. Having completely avoided the spot she’s pointed towards, she couldn’t help but relish in the sight of a still spattered Beast Boy, completely oblivious. “Yeah,” she lied, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. At least now she wasn’t the only one looking like an idiot.  “So, back to this then,” she said with amusement, looking at the messy bowl she’d placed back down on the counter. punsandtofu: “Right.” He nodded and looked to the bowl. “We’re gonna need more stuff for the mix…” He measured out more ingredients, completely oblivious. “Maybe I should do the whisking this time.” azarathian: “That’s probably a good idea…” Maybe having watched him do it himself she’d get the hang of it for next time. If there was going to be a next time, that was. She mused on the thought for a second; she honestly wasn’t disliking the experience as much as she thought she would. She supposed having a companion who could also oversee and correct her errors helped. He was almost, in a sense, building her confidence. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?” punsandtofu: He proceeded to whisk the mixture. His ears perked a bit at the question. She wanted to help now? Yes! He couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Yeah!” He looked over at the recipe. “Maybe you can start making the coconut vegan butter for the frosting while I do the whisking?” azarathian: “And, how do I start that?” she queried, knowing he had the recipe right in front of him. punsandtofu: He read off the instructions and ingredients. “You know teaspoons aren’t spoons for tea, right?” He decided to ask before explaining this time. azarathian: She was back to rolling her eyes, though this time in a more light-hearted manner. The magus picked out a teaspoon from one of the kitchen draws and, ignoring his comment, turned back to him.  “What else do I need?” punsandtofu: “A fork and a small bowl to mix it in.” He proceeded to work on the actual cake mix. Being more accustomed to cooking, he could multi-task a bit. Cue the small talk. “Did you hear the Grim Reaper originally wanted to be a comedian? He misunderstood what people meant when they said he needed to work on his execution.” azarathian: She continued on with her task for the recipe, this time taking more care and using a gentler hand when it came to mixing.  “You and him have that in common,” she drawled before eyeing his reaction.      punsandtofu: “You mean we both knock ‘em dead?” He grinned.     azarathian: “Would take an early grave over listening to more of your jokes,” she smirked right back. punsandtofu: “Well, being a ghost is the in thing right now. Such spirit!” azarathian: “Now you’re just desperate,” she watched him through bored eyes. punsandtofu: He just shrugged and resumed mixing. azarathian: She followed suit and continued to mix as well, this time slightly surprised by the fact she was keeping it all in the bowl. A gentle hand was the trick, she was beginning to learn. Azar knows where she got the notion that aggressive handling of ingredients was the way forward. punsandtofu: They finally managed to get everything prepared and the cake was in the oven. The kitchen was a mess, but, nothing was on fire or electrocuted, so Beast Boy considered it a success. “Okay. We got about half an hour while it bakes.” He took of his chef hat and placed his gloves back on before flopping on the couch. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” azarathian: If Beast Boy considered it a success, Raven considered it a miracle. Albeit, the cake wasn’t out the oven and completely finished yet, but with her friend’s guidance, she had managed to get through almost the entire recipe without screwing up too badly. And perhaps, with some luck, the cake would be edible by the time it came out. “Speak for yourself,” she sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. A stray hair fell in her face and she looked as if she’d run a marathon. “Thanks, though,” she said softly, feeling a small accomplishment within. punsandtofu: “No prob. So, same time next week?” He half joked. azarathian: “… We’ll see,” she joked back, unsure of whether she actually meant it or not. She had enjoyed the experience a lot more than she thought she would, and had learnt a few useful cooking tricks for the future as well, so she couldn’t really berate the idea of possibly doing it again. And who knew, perhaps this time the results of her efforts wouldn’t turn out to be burnt and bubbling sludge.      punsandtofu: “Alright.” He flopped his arm over and felt around. “Where’s the remooote?” He whined. azarathian: “Just get up and turn it on,” she stated, leaning back into the couch cushions. punsandtofu: “I thought I was the one who made unfunny jokes around here.”     azarathian: “Can’t argue with that,” she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, before standing and walking across to the TV herself. She knew he wasn’t going to do it. Once the TV turned on, she realized she had dominance over what they watched, considering he was too lazy to get up and select the channel himself. So she decided upon something that caught her fancy - a documentary on Lord Byron - then promptly slumped back down to the comfort of the couch. punsandtofu: The documentary served as white noise, quickly putting the changeling to sleep. He was soon snoring slightly and drooling a bit. azarathian: Within the first five minutes Raven was hooked on the program. She figured Beast Boy had been too exhausted to even attempt to argue over what they were going to watch. She crossed one leg over the other and indulged in the period of rest they were getting after such a draining session of baking. At least when the oven went off they’d have a (hopefully) tasty reward for their hard work. After fifteen minutes, above the voice of the documentary’s narrator, Raven heard a deep, heavy breathing to her right. Prying her eyes from the television screen, they shifted to glimpse the boy beside her, who was now deep in a well-deserved slumber. A bemused smile crawled upon Raven’s face as she watched his chest lift and fall, then, careful not to disturb him, she stood from the couch and made her way back to the kitchen. punsandtofu: The recent events influenced the shapeshifter’s dreams. He dreamed that he was on a cooking show and Raven was his assistant. He was able to cook perfectly, but Raven was a bit of a klutz and had a tendency to make mistakes. Whenever she did, he would make a joke and the audience would laugh. The dream took a strange(r) turn when Raven started crying at being laughed at. He paused the show to make jokes about himself for the audience to laugh at instead. He then gave Raven a hug to let her know everything was alright.     “Don’t cry. It’s okay…” He slurred in his sleep. azarathian: Arriving back in the kitchen, the magus paced towards the recipe sheet sitting on the counter. She looked down and placed a lone finger back to the step they were up to. Twenty minutes had gone by now, and so only another ten remained before the cake should be able to come out of the oven. With a newfound confidence, Raven knelt down to peer inside the glass window of the oven. The cake was rising and looked like it was keeping its shape - a good sign. Perhaps this would be the first thing she’d make which was not only edible, but tasty. Still, she didn’t want to get her hopes up yet.      She leaned against the kitchen counter for the following ten minutes, waiting patiently for the time to be up and watching the TV screen from a distance whilst she did. The sound was quieter from this far away, but she felt the need to be close to the oven to check on the cake every minute or two, just in case. And every minute or two, her eyes also drifted for a moment to the back of the sleeping boy’s head. punsandtofu: If he were awake, Beast Boy would be proud. Now, however, he was dreaming another dream. Now, he was back with his parents, his biological parents. He was a child again, but still had his powers and was still called Beast Boy. His parents called him over to meet his new sister. It was Raven, looking like the little girl she was when Trigon had taken over. He didn’t question why she was a few years old, yet somehow just born. It was a dream, after all. “Hi! I’m Beast Boy! What’s your name?” He smiled at the girl. The girl stayed quiet, not saying anything. He cocked his head before taking her hand and running towards a tree. “C’mon! Let’s have fun!” azarathian: The oven dinged. With haste, she knelt down before it again and peered inside through the window. “Please don’t be burnt,” she muttered to no one in particular, turning the heat off and reaching for an oven mitt. With anticipation, she lowered the oven door, and was greeted with what looked to be a perfectly risen, golden brown cake. She exhaled a sigh of relief before pulling out the oven tray and placing it down on a heat-proof surface. Now it had to cool, before being frosted. Feeling a sense of triumph, Raven walked back to the sofa to continue watching her program whilst the cake waited in the kitchen and cooled. On her way round the couch, she spotted that same cake-spatter the boy had missed on his cheek earlier. Pausing for a moment, she eyed it, and watched him overcome by sleep. She wasn’t sure why, but stealthily, Raven leant down to his level and used the edge of her hand to swipe the patch away. She smiled to herself. He hadn’t awoken, hadn’t even flinched. For the next hour, she would sit back in front of the TV and get lost in another documentary while her teammate slept. punsandtofu: The green teen continued to dream, climbing a tree with his new little sister. He was eventually able to get her name, Raven. “Raven, huh?… That’s cool… I can turn into a raven…” He mumbled in his sleep. In his dream, he proceeded to morph into a raven and perch on her shoulder, getting a giggle out of her. He smiled as he slept. “You think that’s funny?… I’ve got some jokes…” He murmured before he resumed snoring. A little while later, he woke up. He sat up on the couch and stretched with a yawn. Scratching his head, he looked to where Raven had been. “Man, I just had the weirdest- Where’d ya go?” azarathian: The hour passed quickly. Probably because she was really enjoying the show she was watching, not to mention relishing the much-needed relaxation time. The boy beside her was still lost in dream-land, and just as she stood to return to the cake, he seemed to mumble something in his sleep. She almost snorted. What on earth was he dreaming about? Clearly she was in it - unless he knew someone else by her name (very unlikely). The empath chose not to intrude upon his doze and whatever he subconsciously spouted any longer, opting to make herself useful and wander back to the kitchen where their cake awaited. She referred back to the recipe sheet. Of course, the cake needed to be frosted… Something she’d never tried before, let alone on her own. Still, it wasn’t going to decorate itself, and perhaps if she could create something that smelled this tempting, she could make it look just as much so. With difficulty, she tried earnestly to do her best at frosting the cake. Her hand slipped here and there, and the finish was slightly messy, but she did it.      “Where’d ya go?” she heard from across the room. “Come here,” she returned, looking down at her ‘masterpiece’. punsandtofu: “Mmkay.” He stood up and headed for the kitchen, assuming she needed help. “Did the oven go off yet?” His eyes widened when he saw the completed cake. “Dude! You did that by yourself?! How?! I mean… I knew you could do it!” He grinned widely and gave a thumbs up. azarathian: Appreciating the appraisal, she nodded and admired her efforts. “Yeah, somehow…” she said, smiling. “Wasn’t too hard, but it’s nothing fancy. Didn’t wanna push my luck.” After all, she seemed to have spent all her luck having produced a cake that looked as good as the one before her did. “You were asleep, so.”     punsandtofu: “It looks good! Asleep… That reminds me; I had the weirdest dreams! You were in ‘em. We had our own cooking show and I was really funny and stuff! And in the other one, we were, like, siblings? You were my younger sister somehow and we were running around being kids,” he laughed. azarathian: Leaning one hand against the tabletop, the magus turned to him. “Wow, you funny? Must’ve been a crazy dream,” she smirked. “Weird imagination you got there.” punsandtofu: “Oh, c’mon, Rae. I’ve made you laugh before.” azarathian: “Uh huh,” she muttered vaguely, choosing to swiftly change the subject and draw their attention back to the cake. “So, want to try it?” punsandtofu: The subject change worked. “Well, it’s not gonna try itself!” He scampered off to get a cake spatula and returned, holding it up with a big grin. azarathian: Almost nervously, she slid the cake over to him. All that work would be for nothing if it tasted awful. “Okay, but I’m not taking responsibility if you’re poisoned.” punsandtofu: He paled a little. “Did you put something in there that wasn’t part of the recipe?” azarathian: “No,” her eyes rolled. “But this is something I’ve made, don’t forget.” Consuming something Raven had made in itself was a frightening concept, from past experience. punsandtofu: “Something we made.” He clarified as he cut two slices. azarathian: He was right, to be fair. Still, she was apprehensive. What if it tasted awful? Only one way to find out… “After you,” she insisted, hesitant to take the first bite. punsandtofu: “Gee, thanks.” He got out a fork and took a bite. It looked good, it smelled good, and judging from the look on his face, it tasted good. azarathian: There was a pause. “Well? Is it safe?” she half-joked, eyeing his reaction and awaiting an answer before trying her own slice. punsandtofu: He thought for a moment before holding his slice away from her. “No. I better eat it all to keep you safe.” azarathian: Raven scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “I couldn’t let you do that,” she replied, before taking her slice in hand. “Gonna risk it…” To her surprise, it tasted good. Really good. She was shocked, to say the least, but mostly relieved and somewhat proud. “Wow. We didn’t die,” she joked. punsandtofu: He snickered, munching happily on the cake. “Or maybe we did and we’re in Heaven.” azarathian: Taking another bite, she relished the taste and reminded herself of why something she’d worked on could turn out as successful as their cake had. It was thanks to his help. “Well, I’d say we did well, chef,” she remarked, offering him once more the satisfaction of being her superior. punsandtofu: Beast Boy gasped. “Raven’s smiling and being nice to me! I am in Heaven! “ azarathian: Her blithe expression fell to one lacking all amusement. Brows flat against her eyes, she levitated a rogue spoon in black behind the other’s head and promptly flung it at his temple - light enough so it wouldn’t hurt him, but hard enough so it’d quell his smugness. “Don’t push it,” she warned, her signature drone returning, as she walked back over to the couch with her slice and plate in hand. punsandtofu: “Ow!” He yelped mostly out of surprise before rubbing his head. He sighed. “Well, that didn’t last long. Guess someone brought me back.” He sat down as well to eat his cake. azarathian: Well, someone had to keep him from getting too cocky. Raven took another bite before a thought occurred to her. “We should probably tell the others that we’ve made cake for them,” she said. punsandtofu: “They back yet? Robin and Star went on a date or something and Cyborg went to some all you can eat thing that didn’t know about him yet.” azarathian: “Oh, then maybe not,” she returned, somewhat disappointed, though she didn’t show it. The sooner her teammates got to realize what she was capable of making in the right hands, the better. And truth be told, she was very proud of her first success. “We’ll catch them later.” Raven nestled back into the sofa as she had before, observing whatever new show had come onto the channel that had been playing in the background whilst they’d been eating their first bites of cake. Secrets of Italy’s Ancient Ruins - nice. Feeling more content than she had in quite some time, the girl indulged in the treat on her plate and the documentary on the TV screen before her. There was one thing the two had forgotten, though… Behind them, the kitchen was coated in spilled ingredients, floury heaps and dirty dishes. Oh well. They’d see to it after the show was over. [ FIN~ ]