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r6sblitz · 4 years ago

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Happy Valentines day! I don’t have an AO3 but I am debating on making one. Nevertheless, I haven’t written anything fictional since middle school so if it’s bad...at least I have an excuse.

It’s Valentines week, and Montagne needs a date to get entry to the fabled Valentines party. I wonder who it’ll be? (This fic is mild, just some kissing, a little less than 5k words, Montagne/Blitz)

Montagne turned the paper over, inspecting both sides. Valentines was coming up once again, and as per tradition Rainbow threw a huge Valentine's party at whatever hotel ballroom would let them. He's heard the stories of past years--like the one year someone made a "punch" that was nothing more than a concoction of pepto bismol and fruit punch. Or how every year would end in someone finding a couple making out in numerous secluded areas. The Frenchman himself had never been to any of the outings, as the big bold print at the end of the rose colored flier always barred his entrance.

‘Must have a date!’ it read in it's silky letters, mocking him.

It was no secret Gilles loved a good party, especially one where he could engage with his fellow peers. Sadly though, he's yet to find a date. He's thought about just taking a friend and lying, but his poor communication skills also factor into his inability to lie.

With a sigh, he places the flier next to his plate, eating his lunch in peace. That was, until two familiar faces joined him at the table.

"Hey Gilles!" Emmanuelle's warm voice brought a smile to his face as he watched her and Rook sit across from him.

The two very much reminded him of his siblings when they were younger--bright and protective, but they could be mischievous at times. Montagne hasn't even had a chance to greet her back before the flier is snatched from across the table by Julien.

"Planning on attending this year?" he asks with a smirk. Emmanuelle's smile brightens, "Oh it's so much fun Gilles! Please tell me your coming."

Gilles gives a waning smile, "I haven't got a date."

Julien let out an amused huff, "As if that's ever stopped Bandit from sneaking in and stealing the snacks."

Twitch gives him a fake slap to the shoulder, "Don't be mean!" she turns to Monty, "What he means to say is don't feel bad for not having a 'date'," she says with air quotes, "you could just bring a friend. I'm sure everyone would be happy to see you there."

Montagne rubs the back of his neck, "I'm not so sure. I feel it is...out of the spirit?" The two across the table share a confused look unbeknownst to Monty, Julien simply shrugging his shoulders in response. A few moments of silent eating pass before Julien speaks up.

"Well...is there anyone you're close to? Maybe you could use this chance to get to know them a little bit better?" he asks before sticking another forkful of food into his mouth and winking.

Montagne chews the inside of his cheek a moment, cogs in his head turning. He honestly hadn't had a romantic relationship in decades, deeming his job too important to have something take more of his focus away. But if it was a fellow operator...No. That was equally as bad. Job relationships were known to crash and burn when they went south, and with this job they needed exactly the opposite of that. However his mind wanders to the relationships of Rainbow--how despite so many disliking and downright hating each other, it hasn't caused catastrophic issues.

"I think you might have broken him." he faintly hears Emmanuelle giggle, causing him to snap out of his thoughts.

"Well, Valentine's isn't for another week, so there's plenty of time to think it over." Julien says, standing with his empty plate and bidding farewell.

Emmanuelle searches her empty plate a moment, trying to find the right words for the older man.

Eventually, she picks up her plate, "Try not to think too hard, I say just go with a friend. Who knows what might happen!" and with that he is left alone once again. He peers down at the pink flier and it's swirling text, pocketing it as he too exits from the cafeteria.

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The note has burned a hole into both his pocket and his mind. Every time he casually puts his hands in his pockets, or reaches for his wallet or phone, he is reminded of it and it's connotations. The past few days he's been taking Julien's advice, thinking about who he would want to bring given the chance.

When he's practicing his shooting, he thinks of Thatcher, has to admit the elder man is rather handsome. Though he highly doubts he's gay or bi or whatever sort of things people call themselves these days.

A technology session with Dokkaebi has him wondering about her, but quickly stuffs the idea--she's much too young, he'd feel like a creep asking her.

After training, a few cuts bring him to Gustave. He too admires him, both for his looks and for his dedication. The two made small talk as Doc inspected the cuts, seeing if they needed stitches or if a heart covered bandaid would do. Montagne laughs at the bandages, oddly cute for a man like him to have, to which Doc sighs and explains someone must have replaced the regular ones with these--the name of the culprit not explicitly said but known anyways.

"Are you attending the Valentines party?" Montagne asks as he pulls the sleeves of his coat back over his now Valentine themed arms.

"I do actually," Doc replies offhandedly, busily putting away the peroxide and bandages, "do you?"

Montagne shakes his head, pushing himself off the gurney.

Doc hums in response, “Well if you can’t find one, don’t feel bad for bringing someone more platonic.”

“Emmanuelle told you didn’t she” Montagne sighs, rubbing his face. The younger GIGN members had good intentions but, sometimes they were a bit too much for the old man.

Doc chuckles, “My lips are sealed. Take it easy friend.”

Montagne leaves, spending the rest of his free time pondering a potential partner and wondering who the hell Doc is bringing as a date. His pacing has led him to the upper floor balconies of the base, one of the many enhancements from their old station at Hereford. He sits on a relatively new cushioned bench, watching wistfully as the setting sun stains the sky a deep orange and the clouds purple. It seems he is destined to not have any time to himself as the glass door facing out onto the balcony opens with a quiet squeak. A familiar figure in a puffy white jacket steps out.

Blitz.

The younger man strides toward him, "Hey, mind some company?" he asks.

Montagne shuffles a bit, making room for the german to sit down. He does, with a long winded sigh.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." he chuckles. Montagne smiles back at him and shakes his head. The two enjoy the sunset in peace, though Montagne's mind is elsewhere once again.

Why hadn't he thought of Elias earlier? The german was one of the first people he ever met when Rainbow was conceived. He remembered back to when he was first working with everyone, how he enjoyed Blitz but first thought him naive, or a thrill seeker like Smoke. However as time went on, he found it was the total opposite. Occasionally the german would regale an enthralled younger operator about his time in Kosovo, or in India, or wherever he was stationed in between. Oftentimes the story would horrify them, sometimes along with any older ops within earshot, but he'd lighten the mood by bringing in a happy ending, or following it up with a lighter story. The two also shared morals--the need to protect and make sure everyone was safe regardless of their own situation.

The more Gilles looked at Blitz, the more he began to see. He was kind and pleasant to be around, and had even been helping Montagne improve his english skills. And yet it seemed he was spending less and less time with the german, whether due to more responsibilities or more operators to deal with or a combination of the two. The fact really saddened him, just as they were becoming good friends, they were beginning to drift away.

With his mind lost, he failed to notice Blitz had turned and was now staring at him.

"Er...is there something on my face? Please don't tell me it's marker again, it took me weeks to get that doodle of my neck." he groans, beginning to pull out his phone to check. Montagne shakes himself of his thoughts.

"Ah no, I was just wondering-are you attending the party this weekend?" he asks, unusually nervous.

Blitz tilted his head, "No I'm not, though I have been curious as to how Dominic manages to sneak in every year." he says, putting his chin on his fist in thought.

Before Montagne could reply, the man interjects, "I have an idea, do you have a date?"

Montagne nods his head no.

"Great! We could go together!" he says as if it's just a casual everyday line. Montagne gawks at him, unable to process what's happening until Elias explains further.

"I've always wanted to know how Dom gets in, and I assume you want to go cause well," he vaguely gestures at the frenchman, "it's your type of thing. It's a win win! Unless, you didn't want to go?"

Montagne blinks, waving his hands in front of him, "Oh yes, yes I do." He says, and is surprised he sounds slightly disappointed.

Blitz hops up from his seat, "Great, this will work out perfectly. See you on Saturday?"

"8:30 sharp" Gilles hears himself mumble with a smile. With a lazy salute, the younger man leaves Montagne alone with the rising moon and an odd feeling in his stomach.

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It had been a long time since Gilles had gone shopping for clothes. Typically he’d wear whatever was supplied, and rarely dress up in an old tuxedo that forever sat in his closet. But with a little egging from a certain two GIGN members, they convinced him to go out and buy some nice clothes for once. So now Gilles was inspecting a large map of the mall along with Julien and Oliver, the latter coming along in place of Twitch who claimed she wanted the three of them to have some “guy time”. After a few moments of inspection, Oliver points to the shop.

“Looks like it’s downstairs, toward the east entrance.”

Julien groans, “Should’ve parked at the other lot.”

The three set out, passing by various clothing boutiques, kiosks of toys and gadgets, and sickly sweet dessert stands. Their leisurely walk leads them to a large outlet at the other end of the mall. As soon as they enter, they’re immediately bombarded by the staff, who manage to wring out of them that Montagne was buying an outfit for his “date”. He’s corralled into a changing room and given several different dress shirts, jackets, and chinos before Julien and Olivier manage to drive them off.

He takes his time, putting on the matching sets before coming out and asking the two’s opinions. Gilles almost instantly regrets bringing the two along--both of them manage to find something or other to downvote an outfit. His latest attempt is simple, a peach colored dress shirt with tan brown dress pants. His hands are folded on his chest, exhaustedly listening to his two countrymen.

“Hmm I don’t know Gilles, I think the shirt is too close to your skin tone.” Julien tuts.

“Why did they think that was a good color to make pants out of, it looks like they're made of—” Gilles stomps back into the dressing room before he can hear the rest of Olivier’s sentence.

It wasn’t an easy feat to make Montagne frustrated, but after nearly an hour, he found himself at the end of his rope. The hangers clatter as he inspects what he’s worn and what’s been tossed to the wayside. A pair of black pants and black shirt are the last two items.

He disrobes before shouldering the shirt on, mumbling to himself that if they didn’t like this one, he was just going to wear his old tuxedo. After putting on the outfit, he takes a moment to inspect it in the thin mirror at the back of the changing room. At first he thought the shirt was just a plain black, however the sleeves bare an intricate lacework of swirling gold vines and roses. The pants have a similar, smaller pattern along the seams going down the outside of the legs.

It’s probably one of the more risque things he’s worn, though nothing will top his April fools butterfly armor, but he takes a deep breath and walks out. To his surprise, the two of them are stunned into silence.

“That looks...amazing!” Julien beams. Olivier nods his head in approval. A nearby store attendant comes by and gushes about the outfit, doing their best to flatter Gilles who takes the compliments with a fake smile.

Montagne lets out a relieved sigh, quickly zipping into the changing room and paying for the clothes before he’s hounded anymore. The three of them merrily made their way back to the other side of the mall, finally getting to the car and heading back to base.

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The day of Valentines was like any other day. Training, training, and more training. Though the regiments didn’t seem as intense, the day ending earlier than usual and Montagne found his muscles weren’t as sore as they normally would be. He showers at his dorm, taking his time. Personal bathrooms were among many of the luxuries afforded to them at his base, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate some privacy every once in a while. After he’s done, he dresses in his new attire, and stands in the mirror. He fiddles with his shirt collar, adjusting it this way and that. He’s oddly anxious, a feeling that’s rare for the older man. He couldn’t help but chuckle at himself, years of firefights and hostage situations and he’s scared over a date. Not even--it’s just a friendly outing to get in. Despite his initial excitement for the party, it’s turned into mild disappointment. With a deep sigh, he hopes to at least spend a little time with the german.

Gilles stuffs his wallet and phone into his pocket, and opens the door, and heads toward the parking lot.

Upon arrival at the hotel, he’s surprised to see just how many operators were milling outside the ballroom, waiting to get in. He’s toward the back of the line and is still nearly half an hour early, but he isn’t alone for long.

“You’re early! And it looks like everyone else is to.” Elias says as he makes his way next to him in line, “You look amazing by the way!” he beams. Despite the low light Gilles swears the younger man is blushing.

“Thank you. You look nice as well.” he says, scanning his partner’s outfit. He’s cleaned up nicely, though his hair is a bit tousled, likely the work of Lera. His skin tone contrasts perfectly with his wine red dress shirt and black pants. The two wait in line patiently, which can’t be said for some of the others. A tug at Montagne’s sleeve gets his attention. He looks down to see Blitz discreetly pointing at someone further up the line, follows his direction and spots the person in question.

“Dominic?” Montagne whispers.

“He’s alone, you think Ash is going to let him in?”

Montagne shrugs, “We’ll have to wait and see.”

The booming voice of Clash from the front silenced all the chatter. She announces the beginning of festivities and the door opens, allowing the guests to file in one couple at a time. Slowly but surely the two make their way to the front, watching in awe as Ash and Clash let Dominic go in sans date.

They were about to enter the crowded ballroom when Blitz stopped him.

“I have to ask,” he says, addressing Morowa, “why’d you let Dom in?”

Clash snorts, “About time someone asked me about that. I owed him a huge favor--he fixed my shield during a firefight and probably saved my life. When I asked him what I could do to return the favor, he said he just wanted to get in here every year.”

Elias quirks an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Seriously, now off you go, have some fun.” she ushers the two in, who slow down to take in the sights and sounds. Outside of rumors, Montagne didn’t actually know what the Valentine’s party actually looked like. The ballroom was extremely long, ending with an empty stage except for a small table and something under a cloth. Scattered around the room were large round tables fit with white lace table skirts. The dim lights, in addition with the added pink and red lights casting small bubbles of light, shower everything in a soft glow. To the left of the entrance, a row of long tables, nearly stretching to the end of the ballroom, house seemingly every dessert and cocktail in existence. Montagne is sure if he ate one of everything from there, he wouldn’t survive the night.

His hand is still in Elias’s as the younger man guides him away from the entrance toward the center of the room. Montagne takes a moment to appreciate just how warm he is, his hand heating Gilles’s forever cold ones. Through the sea of people he manages to spot Emmanuelle and Gustave. He must have slowed down a bit to see them clearly, as Elias turns around, before he too manages to spot the pair.

“Why don’t you go over and chat, want anything to drink?” he asks.

“Just a bit of champagne, thank you.”

“You got it.” Elias replies, and soon he is lost amidst the waves of couples. The mountain of a man manages to squeeze his way over to Emmanuelle, who’s arm in arm with Caveira, chatting with Gustave. The two women are in wildly different dresses--Emmanuelle in a short strapless navy blue dress that fringes as it goes down, while Taina confidently sports a bit longer obsidian color dress, the long sleeves and low cut accentuating her long jet black hair. Twitch perks up upon seeing Gilles, waving him over.

“You made it! I knew you’d find someone.” she says with a grin, which soon turns devious, “so, who’s your date?”

Montagne scans the room, pointing out Elias at the opposite end holding two drinks and engaging in small chatter with Dominic, the other german’s hands holding as many desserts as humanly possible. It takes a few attempts for Emma to see, until Taina helps guide her vision.

“Oh, Elias! Good choice.” she says playfully. Both her and Taina giggle, striding off to mingle elsewhere.

“I’m glad you could make it Gilles.” Doc says, looking comfortable in a barely blue dress shirt, hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark grey slacks.

“Glad to be here, though I do have to ask-”

Doc tilts his head.

“-who in the world did you bring as a date? I never found out.”

The medic barks with laughter, shaking his head, “You were really concerned about that? I brought Mister Baker,” he points to a gaggle of men nearby consisting of mostly SAS with the exception of Adriano and Aria. Lo and behold Thatcher was among them, waving his hand at a comment Seamus made.

“Ah. I didn’t realize you two were together.” he states bluntly.

“It’s only been a few months, we wanted to keep it relatively low.” he states, “So, how long have you been with Elias?”

Montagne rubs the back of his neck, “In all honesty, he just wanted to see how Dominic got in.”

Doc hums in acknowledgement, “I see. Well, you two enjoy the party, try not to drink too much.” he says, splitting off to join his partner. Thatcher takes to him casually, looping an arm around his back and resting his hand on the doctor’s hip. The little gaggle are surprised at first, that is until Smoke undoubtedly says something raunchy, which earns him the stink eye of both men. Montagne can’t help but chuckle at the site of it all.

“Gustave and Mike huh, can’t say I saw that one coming,” Elias says. Montagne turns to find he’s returned, drinks masterfully held in one arm while the other teeters two plates of dessert foods. Gilles quickly grabs his drink and food, relieving the other man of his juggling duties, which he thanks him for.

“You could have asked for help.” Montagne jokes, taking a sip of the sparkling champagne. It’s a lot sweeter than normal, but he has no doubt everything at that table is more sugary than it should be.

“It’s ok, didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” he replies softly. There’s an unplaceable look in his eyes as he stares at the liquid in his glass, before taking a chug. Montagne still swears there’s a blush to his cheeks, but the lighting still obscures the colors of his face.

The two chat, occasionally accompanied by another couple, but mostly they talk amongst themselves. Montagne learns a lot in their chatter--like how Elias is pretty good at a lot of sports, but can’t shoot a hoop to save his life. Or that he was in a choir when he was younger, but never pursued music because he’d choke up on stage, though he can’t help but sing while doing the dishes. In turn, Gilles tells him tidbits about himself. Tells him his love of old country guitars, tells him he hates the winter because he gets so cold, tells him he of the times he and his brothers would sneak into their sisters’ room and hide their dolls in odd places around the house. The last one getting a good laugh out of the younger man.

After what seemed like hours of talking, Ash walked up on stage and addressed them all.

“I hope everyone’s been having fun! Now it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for!” she announces, lifting the cloth off both the table and large obelisk on stage. They reveal a turntable and huge speaker accordingly. The lights somehow dim even further, leaving most of the ballroom in shadow. A large portion of the dance hall lights up under a disco ball, its tiny mirrors casting orbs of light that twirl on the floor. Anyone who was sitting down immediately jumps to their feet, grabbing their partners and guiding, or in some cases dragging, them to the dance floor.

Montagne watches wistfully as the operators sway slowly with the beat of the music. Castle picked a good song, an old one he recognizes from the many times it’s played while someone’s cooking or cleaning on base. There’s a pressure on his shoulder. When he looks it turns out to be Elias’s hand.

“Do you...want to dance?” he asks, and this time Montagne is certain the man’s face has gone red. He smiles, takes his hand and the two of them go to the outskirts of the dance area.

“Sorry if I step on your shoes, I have two left feet.” the german chuckles.

They waltz and step to the music, making small movements so as to not step on each other, but soon they get into a rhythm. Elias has rested his head on Gilles’s shoulder, while the older man feels like he’s having a revelation. Everything felt just so right. Like god has molded Elias to fit perfectly in his arms, and that Gilles was sculpted to perfectly hold Elias. It felt so good, Montagne never wanted to let go.

They danced. And danced and danced, until the music stopped. Gilles wasn’t even aware that most of the operators left, save for a few stragglers trying to get their drunk dates to a hotel room for some sleep and water. Elias still had his head buried in the space between Gilles’s neck and shoulder.

“What time is it?” he heard him mumble.

Montagne reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“It’s almost one in the morning.” he said as Elias pulled away. The older man felt himself missing the contact, the cool air of the ballroom almost immediately replacing the younger man’s warmth.

“Can’t believe you made me dance past midnight.” he joked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a forefinger and thumb.

“Someone mentioned free hotel rooms…” Gilles murmured.

“At this point, I don’t mind paying. I don’t want to drive home.” Elias yawned.

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Everyone he had talked to about the party seemingly forgot to leave out that the hotel booked one room per two guests. One room with one bed. How cliche. But at this point Montagne didn’t really care, snagging to key from the receptionist. He met up with Elias, who was sitting on a chair nearby, looking ready to pass out.

“We get a room?”

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed.” Gilles replied.

Elias just shook his head, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. The two made their way out of the brightly lit lobby to a nearby hallway. Thankfully they didn’t need to go far--their room was on the first floor.

“Oh hey,” Elias perked up, stopping Gilles, “do you mind if I get a water real fast?” the younger man pointed to a closed door, the sign tacked on it read ‘Ice and Vending Machines’. Gilles let him go, waiting only a few seconds before Elias popped back out, face a lot redder than before.

“Is everything...alright?” Gilles asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Elias cleared his throat, “Ah yep! Just uh, well. Now I know just how intimate Taina and Emma are.” he stuttered.

Montagne couldn’t help but chuckle.

The room appeared before them after a minute of walking. Gilles swiped the card, clicking open the door and flicking on the nearest light. The room itself was cozy, the walls a warm tan color against a navy blue carpet. Though small, it still had a countertop with a coffee machine and mini fridge stuffed underneath. Popping it open, Gilles took out two water bottles, handing one to Elias. With a small thanks the younger man chugged it down, sighing when finished.

The two stood in the room. The tension in the air was tangible, like a static buildup. But Montagne let the feeling pass over him, and didn't want to impose on the younger man. Elias took a step forward.

“I, uh, had a really fun time tonight.” finally meeting Gilles’s eyes.

“I’m glad.” he hummed back. Elias took another step forward.

“If you wanted to do this next year, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” he said gently, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. They were close now, barely inches away. Gilles leaned down a bit, taking in everything he could. From the wrinkles shirt, to his reddening ears and messy hair.

“And I…” he begins, but cuts himself off. Their faces are inches away, perfect for kissing.

And so they do.

It’s a step beyond incredible. Montagne hasn’t felt this elated in years. Elias’s lips are surprisingly soft and as warm as the rest of him. He tastes like champagne and chocolate, fitting for someone as sweet as him. They stay there a moment, simply enjoying the touch as they continue to kiss, Montagne winding his arms around him. After what seems like hours, they eventually part, breaths still close enough to intermingle.

Elias laughs, embracing Gilles back, “So now that we got that out of the way, can we sleep now?” he jokes tiredly.

Montagne pecks the top of his head, “Of course mon amour.”

It takes an enormous amount of effort to get to bed, neither of them wanting to move, to let go. Gilles makes the first move, taking a hand and guiding Blitz to the bed. They kick off their shoes and climb into the bed, which was thankfully big enough for the two of them. Not like it mattered--as soon as both were in bed they huddled close, Montagne wrapping an arm around Blitz’s waist, and Blitz slipping his feet between Montagne calves. They sit in silence for a moment. Gilles can feel the younger man sigh against his neck as he rubs circles in his shoulders.

“Goodnight Elias, I love you.” Montagne hums. He’s not sure if Elias hears him at first, the shorter man’s head is stuffed under his chin, until he hears him squeak a reply.

“I love you too.”

Montagne grins, letting the warmth of the other man overtake him, helping him drift to sleep.

#r6s blitz #r6s montagne #montagne/blitz #monblitz #proofread once by me and never again lol

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jaideite · 5 years ago

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Hey!How about bakugo and denki (maybe overhaul???) With an s/o that draws on themselfs all the time? thanks ❤❤

OVERHAUL I SCREAM YES

look at my non creative ass making this using the same excuse 😐 oh well

My first time writing for overhaul and I went a little overboard 00pS probably didn’t write him right but send me feedback if I did 😔👊

lmao I’m probably not doing any of this right pffft— 💀

anyways this is coming out on Christmas so I wanted to let you all know...MERRY CHRISTMAS and for those who don’t celebrate it HAPPY HOLIDAYS :D I love you all and thank you for helping this account grow!! ☺️🥰

BAKUGOU, KAMINARI AND OVERHAUL WITH A S/O WHO DRAWS ON THEMSELVES ALL THE TIME

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

— “Stop drawing on yourself idiot.”

— “Oh my god let me write that on my arm so I won’t forget.”

— he watches while you out of pettiness pull out your crayola markers and start doing some calligraphy on your arm in big warm letters saying “STOP DRAWING ON YOURSELF”

— you decorate it putting them dots all over it and add your hero symbol and smiled at him with “Thank you for the reminder, this is why I like you.” and keep it going

— he always tries to hide your pens and markers

— he would blow them up but he did that once and the ink spilled all over him

— you laughed at him after beating the mess out of him for touching your markers

— “My jiji bought those for me, baka!”

— “Y/N...get off me...your crushing my balls...and let go of my fucking leg—OW!”

— “You crushed my markers you mother—“

— he buys you new markers after patching himself up

— you inspect them with a glare “they aren’t my jiji’s limited edition watercolor markers but they’ll do.”

— he just twitches an eye but keeps it going

— jokes on you she bought them cause your jiji bought them from staples lmaoo

— “When you get sick no one is taking care of your bitch ass.”

— “Oh please my quirk isn’t going to make me sick.”

— “Your what—“

— You explain to him that when you draw on your skin it actually start to move and this is how you can plan out battle moves and he’s just

— “Hah. Lame ass quirk like it’s owner.”

— you know he got his shit rocked for that lmfaoo his stupid ass💀

— he can’t even get irked at you whenever you draw on yourself cause it’s your quirk damnit

— sometimes he likes to draw on you lol

— “Hypocrite.”

— “Shut, the fuck up.”

— you made sure to get your soft bakugou pictures in without him not

— it’s very therapeutic yknow you just sit in a t-shirt while he doodles on you and watches them come to life

— hes actually pretty good at it

— “Yeah shitty lady I’m good at everything.”

— “Apparently not cause if you were you’d be good at shutting the fuck up.”

— “OOP—“

— one time while you were getting ready to hop in the shower you happened to glance down at your calf and see an ‘I love you’ written inside a heart

— of course you took a picture of it

— of course you sent it to him

— of course he denies writing it but you know better

— “That’s not my fucking handwriting.”

DENKI KAMINARI

— look at bakagou i fell in love again UGH

— you guys are so bad omg

— like it’s terrible

— “Babe lets draw dicks on your arm.”

— “Absolutely.”

— “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

— honestly should have been the first warning

— he doesn’t really care about you doing it cause he sticks things into sockets

— you draw on your arm

— potato potato oh well not much y’all can do

— till one day he just gets curious as to why you draw on your arms so much and your just like

— “Kami do you not pay attention?”

— “Huh?”

— “Babe...it’s a part of my quirk.”

— poor pikachu is just 🥴??¿ but you just stare at him and put your quirk into motion

— you think it’s kind of lame but basically your skin is like paper and whatever you draw on it if you wish becomes reality

— he’s still confused until you just draw a detailed apple on your arm in record time and pick it up

— and he watches as it just peels off and becomes real

— and poor boy is shook

— “Here, eat it.”

— and he bites into it and just screams and drops it

— your just like poor apple

— “THATS REAL!”

— “Yep.”

— “Y/N THATS REAL!”

— “I know.”

— “ITS GOOD!”

— “Should have finished it.”

— “Y/N H-HOW—“

— “Kaminari wait—“

— “Y/N I’M WKDKWK—“

— “How the hell did you say that out loud—oh wait shit Kaminari don’t go stupid—“

— after this poor boy is so amazed at you

— “Draw me!”

— “Kaminari I can’t draw living things.”

— he gets so excited over it

— constantly shows off your drawing skills too

— “Look at what Y/N can draw! Isnt it so cool?”

— “Kaminari I love you but please baby stop showing me off.”

— he likes doodling on you lmaoo

— sometimes he draws the weirdest things while other times it’s cheesy pick up lines that you find yourself reading during a lecture

— he tried to make himself AirPods and they came out looking exactly like the drawing he drew

— he cried in the corner like an idiot while you sighed and Yayorozu patted you on the back and handed you a pair

— damn rich kids wksksk

— it isn’t until days later he comes up to you and asks whatever happened to the dicks he drew on your arm

— you just 🥴, pat his head and send him on his way lmfaooo

OVERHAUL

— ugh his name just gives me the shivers I love it

— also this is my first time writing for beak boy so don’t come after me oOP

— y/n are you out of your goddamn mind

— “Absolutely not.”

— “hUh?”

— the first time he catches you he just takes the markers

— he thinks drawing on your skin is a way of you dirtying it and that’s a big no no

— “You are making your skin dirty, and you know how I feel about dirty things.”

— “That’s not what I get when we’re behind the bedroom doors.” you mumble annoyed

— he just shoots you a look but hides them anyways

— you have to be cleaner than Mr. Clean himself you understand?

— and Mr. Clean is very clean there’s a reason why his head is so shiny and his clothes are so white

— so some time passed and you just continue on

— till you’re playing with Eri one day and she has markers and your just like 😶 cause those are your markers

— meaning one of his henchmen gave it to her due to her either being good or not being able to calm her down

— but either way it doesn’t matter because she’s happy and when she sees you her eyes red eyes just shine like rubies

— “Y/N, come draw with me!”

— so happily you give in and you guys are drawing

— until you uncap a marker and smirk

— “Wanna see something cool?”

— and Eri who doesn’t get to see much is absolutely happy with this and agrees immediately

— so you pull off your jacket and start doodling on yourself and as soon as your hand moves away the drawing on your skin practically comes to life

— it runs up your arm and jumps around and dances almost as if it were an animation

— and Eri is just mind blown lmfaooo she’s so curious to how you did it

— and your explain to her that your quirk allows you to animate the drawings on your skin but only on your skin

— it doesn’t matter because she thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world

— so you happily roll your pants up and let her doodle all over your exposed skin and your both having fun watching the animations move

— till Kai walks in on you both and it’s like tires screeching to stop

— at first he sees the markers and then his eyes go from the box to the paper to you laying on the floor with your clothes rolled up and Eri drawing on you

— poor girl is trembling on your leg

— and he’s about to say something when he just stops and watches the deer you drew run across your arm and hop underneath your sleeve

— your just like “oops 😬”

— but he just stares at you with an unreadable expression and just walks out the room and your just 😐 cause your just like “am I in trouble??”

— later when you guys are alone he just pulls up your sleeve and stares at the deer

— and it’s silent as he watches the deer jump and move around like it’s a normal animal

— your scared of what happens next but he just takes his glove off and gently touches where the deer is

— “Kai—“

— “It’s so real...”

— “Uh...yeah...”

— your just silent as his cold fingers brush against the deer until his eyes just move up to you

— “It’s...incredible. Just like you.”

— you turn scarlet at his words and move to pull away but he refuses to let you go, simply admiring the deer in the shadows of your bedroom

— and his touch is absolutely soothing

— so soothing you end up falling asleep looking into his eyes

— later on in the day your doing some cleaning when your sleeve goes up and you see a soft black heart on your shoulder and you smile softly at it

— “I love you too, Kai.”

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satyr-syd · 5 years ago

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“The stitching on that hemline is impeccable!”

When Kai was kicked off the acting team, he never thought he’d be so...okay with it.

“The silk was an excellent choice. It really shimmers under the spotlight!”

Turns out that being a stagehand is kind of fun. Kai likes how hands-on it is, and how he always has something to show for himself at the end. Acting is ephemeral, but costumes can last a long, long time.

“I love this dresser, I’m so glad you were able to find it under all those other props!”

Of course, it helps that he likes the stage crew members. Legosi’s a weird guy, but he’s pretty chill when he’s not doing something completely insane. Fudge always knows the latest gossip. Riz is quiet and polite. Kibi is a bit of a wimp, but he’s funny.

And then there’s Dom.

read on ao3

“You’re such a fast learner, Kai, I’m so glad you’re on our team.”

From the very beginning, Dom has made Kai feel welcome. He showers him in compliments, goes out of his way to include him, and spends extra time teaching him the ins and outs of stage management.

It’s...nice. In fact it’s almost too nice. Why is this bird being so nice to a mongoose? Kai knows that the Drama Club is renowned for their close interspecies relationships, but he always thought those were just casual friendships. That’s how it was on the acting team. At least, that’s how it was for him.

Well, that’s how it’s supposed to be, but apparently Dom didn’t get the memo, because everything Dom does makes Kai want to be closer to him. Kai can’t help it when Dom’s the one to lean over him and guide his hands along the sewing machine, to stay late to help him finish painting a set, to retrieve the box of light bulbs from the shelf that’s too high for Kai to reach. Doesn’t Dom know that his scent drives Kai crazy? Doesn’t he know better to be left alone in a room with a carnivore? Maybe that’s why Kai’s so attracted to - uh, fond of the peacock. Because he trusts Kai not to eat him.

Kai doesn’t know if it’s the smell of bird meat or the smell of Dom that’s driving him crazy, but whatever it is, Kai needs to sort it out.

The best way to sort it out is just asking. Probably.

The stage crew is reorganizing the Drama Club’s storage house in order to make room for the new dinosaur statue from this year’s Meteor Festival. It turns out the room is messy as hell, and if they want to be able to find anything for future productions, they need to clean it out.

Kai tosses a dozen threadbare, dusty costumes to the ground. “The actors couldn’t be bothered to help, huh?” He kicks them into the steadily growing pile of unusable costumes that were still taking up space here for some reason. “Not like it’s all their shit we’re cleaning up after.”

“If the actors were here, they wouldn’t know how to handle the equipment and they’d break all our stuff,” Fudge says.

Kai cocks his head. “Good point, actually.”

The crew continues organizing for an hour until the setting sun’s orange rays permeate through the windows. Dom dismisses everyone and thanks them for their hard work (Except Legosi, because he didn’t even show up in the first place. Punk.)

“Kai.” Kai’s ears perk up at the sound of that voice saying his name. Dom smiles at him as he asks, “Could you help me with one more thing?”

Kai nods. “Of course!”

“Thank you. The rest of you, have a good night.”

His heart starts to thump louder as the crew files out. Shit. Should he ask now? Now’s the perfect time, isn’t it? When it’s just the two of them?

Dom has him untangle a fake barbwire fence that got caught in some cords. By untangle he means use his teeth and claws to tear through it, because they don’t need the cord anyway and it takes a lot less time than trying to actually untangle it.

“Why did you ask me?” Kai tugs at another knot. It snaps in half. “Riz and Fudge have claws too.” Not to mention Riz’s claws and teeth are much more powerful than his.

Dom sits on top of a wooden table next to him, working his way through a big plastic box of every hat in every size you could ever imagine. He places a bowler hat twice the size of Kai’s head beside him in the ‘keep’ pile. He isn’t wearing his blazer - his white collared shirt is pulled tight across his chest, like he’s wearing a size too small. Kai feels the strange urge to buy him a shirt that fits him better. He’d be more comfortable that way. Or his buttons would be, at least.

“You’re a hard worker,” Dom says. “I like that about you.”

“Is that the only thing you like about me?”

“Of course not,” Dom says. Kai waits for him to elaborate, but the peacock doesn’t look up from his hats.

Kai snaps another cord in half. “Then why…?”

Dom shrugs. “I like to spend time with you.”

Kai gulps. He must know how that sounds, right? Like a deathwish. “Even when it’s just us?” Kai asks. “Even though...you and I...and I’m a - and you’re a - you know…”

Dom hops off the table and walks over to him in large strides. Kai resists the urge to step backwards as Dom stops right in front of him.

Kai’s painfully aware of how tall Dom is. The top of Kai’s head barely reaches Dom’s shoulders. His neck seems a mile high. Maybe because he’s always dwarfed by Legosi and Riz and the other larger carnivores in width, but Kai never thought of him as big. Yet, right now, when it’s just them, Dom standing mere inches away, looking down on him with sharp, glossy eyes, Kai feels like prey.

It’s absolutely thrilling.

“Kai,” Dom says in that gentle, not-quite-but-almost condescending tone. “I don’t know if you know this, but peacocks aren’t herbivores.”

“Uh...what?”

Dom drops his head down to Kai’s level. They’re nearly nose-to-beak. “If I wanted to... ” sunlight glares off the tip of his beak. His sharp, sharp beak. Kai never noticed how sharp it was before, “...I could eat meat.”

Kai gulps.

Dom straightens and takes a step back, smiling innocently like he hadn’t just completely flipped the narrative of their species . “Not that I’d ever choose to, of course~!”

“Oh of - of course,” Kai says, mirroring that innocent smile as well as he can, pretending he wasn’t just staring at his friend’s mouth. A mouth that, apparently, was made to tear through flesh just like his.

He waits until Dom returns to sorting the hats before he allows himself to breath. Keeping an eye on Dom, he reaches behind him and runs his hand over the wall. Fingertips fall into deep divots, punctures formed by his own claws. He’d dug them into the wall to keep himself from lashing out.

This wasn’t like that time with Louis. After hearing Tem’s position wouldn’t be his, Kai had lost himself to anger, a blind rage that had stripped him down to only his base instincts. This time, he’s lost himself to something else. Oh, it was definitely hunger - just not the kind he expected.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He’s embarrassed for not realizing sooner that peafowls aren’t strictly herbivores. Not that Kai would have any reason to know a peafowl’s diet...Dom’s the only peafowl Kai’s ever known.

Honestly, though, he’s relieved. It’s crazy enough to be attracted to another species, let alone another whole class of animals - Dom’s not even a mammal! If, on top of all that, Kai was attracted to a herbivore...he’d probably think he’d gone crazy. Or that he was just hungry.

That night Kai scrolls through his phone, reading as many articles about peafowls as he has the patience to.

Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Aves Order: Galliformes Family: Phasianidae Genus: Pavo Species: Pavo cristatus

The females of that species look much different than Dom. Kai doesn’t think he’s seen a single female peafowl at their school - not that Dom would be interested in them. Thank the dinosaurs for that.

Peafowls’ original diets consist of plants, insects, snakes, and small mammals. Small mammals. Was Kai a small mammal in Dom’s eyes? He’s much larger than mice and other rodents, but not nearly as big as Dom...Kai shivers thinking about it.

Honestly though, their diets aren’t too different. Mongeese can eat insects, snakes and small mammals, too. And birds. In another lifetime, a millennia ago, maybe, they might have tried to eat each other.

There’s one thing that stands out to him, though, more than anything else. It’s the first thing he runs into when searching for characteristics of peacocks: big, colorful, beautiful feathers.

Of course Kai has seen peacock feathers before. Everyone knows what they look like: they’re so distinctive, a marker of the species. Beginning at the small of their backs, the feathers form a long, tail-like covering called a train. It looks like one half of a woman’s poofy skirt, cascading from their waists down to their toes.

It’s only then that he realizes he’s never seen Dom’s train before.

Today, Dom doesn’t have to ask Kai to stay behind. All the other stagehands have excuses to leave early - Kibi is studying for a math test, Fudge has a date, and Riz has to refill his prescription. Legosi, once again, left early to do whatever it is he does when he ditches them.

Most of the older costumes and broken props have been moved and reorganized, so today they’re dusting. They use faux feather dusters with a long reach, Kai sweeping underneath cabinets and tables, Dom reaching the nooks and crannies at the top. They make a good team, Kai thinks.

Kai’s never been one to be afraid of confrontation - nor could the adjective “patient” be used to describe him. He can’t help himself from bringing up what’s on his mind the minute after everyone leaves. “Hey, Dom.”

“Yes?” Dom pauses his dusting to look down at him.

“Do you...uh…” Kai touches his lip, figuring out the nicest way to word it. “Do you have, like, a train?”

Dom’s eyebrows shoot up, and he immediately swivels his neck around and continues dusting along the shoe shelf. “Yes, I do.”

Kai looks at Dom’s backside, as if confirmation that he indeed had a train would suddenly make feathers appear out of nowhere. All he sees is Dom’s familiar backside - shirt and pants, nothing out of the ordinary. “So where is it?”

Dom’s neck straightens as stiff as a pencil. “Well, that’s a rather personal question.”

Crap. “Sorry, I didn’t -

“But if you must know, I keep it tucked away, under my shirt.”

Kai slides a little closer, just a little, and scrutinizes the back of Dom’s shirt. Sure enough, he can see faint bumps and lines pulling the fabric taut, and spots, nearly invisible, spread under the white cotton threads. His hand wants to leap out and touch it, run his fingers down Dom’s back, but he forces his hands to stay at his sides. They curl into fists in frustration.

He remembers from his Zoozling that peacock trains are long - nearly twice the height of their heads, usually. “How does it all fit under there?”

“I clip it short.”

“Why?”

Dom glares at him a moment before he returns to dusting. “Someone’s full of questions.”

“Sorry.”

Dom sighs. “If I don’t clip them, they get in the way, and I - well, I don’t want to appear too ostentatious.”

“Why not?” Kai says. “Your feathers are beautiful.”

Dom stiffens for a moment. His shoulders drop. “It’d be like a carnivore baring their fangs. It’s uncouth.”

Again, Kai wants to ask why. Why hide such beautiful feathers? But he thinks he understands why. There are creatures in this world that want animals they deem threatening to hide what they are. His hyena parents made sure to teach him that; they knew firsthand how important it was to their well-being to hold make their cackles. Society views the display of abnormal traits as a creature’s act of pride, when really, they’re just existing. A lion with a well-groomed mane isn’t boasting his feral instincts; he’s just caring for the body he was born in.

“Can I see them?”

Dom glares at him. The glare says Didn’t you hear what I just said, moron?

Kai jumps in to make his case. “Carnivores show each other their fangs all the time. And you said showing your feathers is like carnivores baring their fangs, so it’s basically the same thing, right?”

Dom raises an eyebrow. The eyebrow asks Are you serious?

Kai folds his arms and stands his ground.

Dom sighs. “If you really want to see them that bad.”

Dom sets down the duster and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Immediately Kai feels warmth spreading below his gut. No, no no no, it’s not like that! he tells himself. But his body doesn’t listen. He just gets warmer and warmer; with each button Dom undoes, Kai swears the temperature of the room increases another degree.

Dom shrugs his suspenders off his shoulders, and then the rest of his shirt with it. The peacock’s bright blue plumage flows all the way down his torso, right to the waistline, where it begins to darken.

Then he turns around.

Long feathers fall straight down, no longer bound to his torso by the confines of his shirt. They’re everything and nothing like Kai imagined. Extraordinary blues and greens and purples and golds and teals, whose radiant iridescence couldn’t be captured in the images he saw on his phone, flow from the base of Dom’s waist in a river. A river cut short - the train stops just below the back of his knees, cut off in a razor straight line. Just looking at it makes Kai wince. He imagines what it might feel like if his hands were declawed, or his canines ripped out.

He can’t stop himself from reaching out. “They’re beautiful…” he says, stroking his hand along a single feather the size of his palm.

Whoosh. The feathers fly out of his hand, nearly smacking him in the face.

They spread around Dom in an arc, shielding him behind the most beautiful fan in the world.

“Oh my goodness,” Dom whips back around, backside toward the wall, trying to push his feathers down. Outlined in the colors of his species, cobalt blue spots like eyes stare holes into Kai. Even with his train clipped short, Dom looks like a god.

“Wow.”

Dom tries to press his feathers down, to no avail. “I’m so sorry - this, this doesn’t normally happen - ”

Kai steps toward him. He takes Dom’s hands and holds them behind their chests, stilling his frantic motions.

Dom shivers, causing his feathers to quiver. Or shimmer, more like it, in a rainbow of bright colors. Fairy-like. Magical.

And Kai is 100% under their spell.

“You’re beautiful.”

Dom said he didn’t want to appear too ostentatious. Kai has a feeling he means it as more than a species thing. Everyone already knows Dom is gay, even though Dom himself never talks about it, or does anything that might draw attention to that fact. Maybe he feels that his feathers, with their large display of unavoidably bright colors, would draw that unwanted attention. It makes Kai angry that Dom feels this way, and it makes him feel that much more special that Dom has shown him this part of himself.

“Before, I thought I wanted to be around you more so I could eat you, but now I think I just wanted to see this,” Kai says. He licks his lips. “I wanted to see you.”

“Oh.” Dom smirks. “Are you sure you don’t still want to eat me?”

“Can’t say I have an appetite for bird,” Kai says. “Plus I think you’d kill me with that beak of yours before I had the chance.”

Dom chuckles. “You’re right about that~”

Their hands are still clasped. Kai’s hands are starting to sweat, but he doesn’t want to let go. He wants to make this moment last - just him, and Dom, in this moment, where they can be themselves, without any reservations or niceties or bullshit. “Thank you,” Kai says. “For showing me your feathers.”

Dom smiles. “I’m glad I could show this part of myself to you.” Then he lowers his head next to Kai’s ear and whispers, “I’d love to show you more parts of myself...if you would have me.”

Kai nods. He nods so quickly he thinks he sprains his neck. “That would - yes - I would like that very much.”

“Then you better make sure the door is locked, Kai-chan.”

#beastars #kai beastars #beastars kai #dom beastars #beastars dom #their ship doesnt have a name bc they appeared in two scenes but YOU KNOW WHAT #that shouldnt stop you cowards #smh gotta do everything myself around here #kaidom #my writing

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

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Therapy: Danny and Reedy

I had two separate people request something soft with Nate and Danny and Danny with a dog, so this is for you guys! (if you’ve sent a request but never saw an answer, it’s still in my inbox and I’m working on it!)

TIMELINE: During the trial, after He Belongs to Himself but before Sentencing

CW: Discussion of past noncon, referenced sexual exploitation, referenced abuse/violence, explicit softness and cuteness.

Tagging: @bleeding-demon-teeth, @special-spicy-chicken, @spiffythespook, @whumpywhumper, @finder-of-rings,

Danny is sitting in the waiting room chair, flipping through a magazine and never seeing the words, when he feels Nate nudge his thin black Converse sneaker with his own heavier leather loafer. He hides his smile and doesn’t look up, not when Nate tries nudging with his elbow, not when warm fingertips trail up the back of his neck, linger maybe a little over the scarred letters carved there.

Even when Nate touches him with the same motions Abraham used, it doesn’t feel the same at all. With Nate, it feels sweet, and soothing, and nice - with Abraham it was… darker.

Danny looks right down at his magazine and reads the same sentence about some actress deciding to have a baby six times and he never remembers the first word of it by the time he gets to the last. All he can think about is how nice it is to have Nate so close to him, how much he misses being touched.

In the woods, he was always being touched. There was always a hand on him, or two, or four.

Out here, the rules of being free mean he’s hardly touched at all - and mostly it’s because he can’t stand it.

But he wants it, anyway. If it’s Nate. Just… only if it’s Nate, and he doesn’t know if Nate really wants it back, or if he’s just trying to be nice, to help. He’s always trying to help, even though he’s hurt, too.

“D-Danny,” Nate whispers. “You’re d-d-daydreaming.” Danny kind of loves his voice - it’s lower and deeper than Danny’s own, nearly a rumble when he speaks softly, the kind of voice you feel as much as you hear it. In the cabin sometimes he would talk to Danny, right in his ear, when Abraham was across the room and couldn’t hear the words they said, only the other sounds.

Then, Danny would feel Nate’s voice right through his chest, straight across his heart.

He would feel Nate’s hands find the lines of his scars and forget, for a few seconds, that the scars were the markers that told the world what he was. What he is.

What he will always be.

The magazine crackles in Danny’s hands as he closes it, can’t quite ignore the unmarked perfect clear-skinned smiling face of the woman on the cover, can’t quite keep his thoughts away from how fucking lucky she is, and she doesn’t even know it.

Nate’s hand moves back to the arm of the chair, and Danny’s skin feels cold when it’s gone.

Some people get to live their whole lives without a scar others can stare at.

Some people are not whispered about behind scandalized hands - some people don’t look up in the grocery store to see a cell phone carefully angled in a way they think hides from him that they are photographing him. Just like Abraham - will you send this photo to your friends, too? Will you sell me to anyone who pays the fee and signs up for the membership and listens to that fucking podcast? Or did you already pay that fee, are you a member, do you listen, are you all the people who get off on what he did to me?

Who wish he’d take me back so you could see him do it all over again?

He never sees anyone look at him without wondering what the answer is, and even if they’re not like Abraham, they consume his torture just the same.

Some people do not have to discover that their attempt to recover the life that was stolen from them is fascinating to thousands of people - people who listen breathlessly to voices that tell them the latest news, that Daniel Michaelson will make an appearance in court and it’s been leaked to all the press that he’ll be there when Abraham Denner is sentenced, that little Red is going to stand up and look the bastard in the face when they lead him away.

I walked into a coffeeshop and ordered my own drink and someone wrote about it and now they all fucking know I’m going to court.

They write about him in blogs and talk about him in podcasts and there are magazine articles his parents have given interviews for, but Danny - supposedly the one they’re all so fucking concerned about - never answers their questions, and still they don’t stop asking.

They just find the answers somewhere else, and shout them into the world anyway. Even if he asks them not to. Even when he hates it.

And there’s worse out there - worse things with Danny in them - than just words. Everyone thinks he doesn’t know, but he does - Abraham told him, a long time ago, how good Danny was at making money and all he had to do was the only thing he was good for now - bleeding and fucking.

Sometimes, Danny is so angry about this fact that he wants to scream - but it’s not the woman in the magazine’s fault that she’s never been kidnapped and dragged off into hell, and he doesn’t blame her for her perfect white smile and her perfect tanned skin. Her hair didn’t turn brittle and dull from malnutrition, it’s shining and they ask her how do you do it? Her ribs show because she pays a trainer a lot of money to make them show, not because she had to beg for food, to earn it, because Abraham liked him better when his hipbones could be held in his hands.

She gets to sleep in the bed all the time. She doesn’t have to talk herself into it, doesn’t lay there for an hour or more every single night thinking puppies only sleep in the bed if they’re good. Doesn’t get back down on the floor at 2 am and hope Nate doesn’t notice.

Nate’s arm bumps against his - harder this time - and Danny blinks, startled out of his thoughts. He sets the magazine face-down on the little side table on top of the rest of the pile. The cat food ad on the back seems so much safer to look at. Cats are safe.

No one ever called him a kitten, after all.

“Will y-you be okay to g-go in?” Nate asks, in a low voice. “I kn-know it’s not your usual d-d-day, but she asked to s-see us both for m-my appointment this week. I kn-know changing the plan is, c-can be h-h-hah… can be difficult f-for you.” Danny watches Nate’s hand shift a little where it rests on the wooden arm of the chair, moving slightly towards him and then back to where it was.

Put your hand back up in my hair. He doesn’t say it. He can’t seem to make himself say the words.

They used to touch, more, before he was free. But Nate is so careful now, and Danny doesn’t know how to ask or even if he should. Dr. Rosa has said before that he has to relearn affection that isn’t dangerous, violent, or sexual. That he’s forgotten you can be touched without being afraid of it, without it meaning something - but he was never afraid of Nate.

Not even when Abraham made him hurt him.

He misses… but he doesn’t know how to say it without admitting that he’s exactly what Abraham said he was. That it really is all he’s good for now, if he still wants to even after everything that happened to him, right? They all tell him that it’s totally understandable that he won’t want to, but… he does.

Doesn’t that mean he’s really, truly broken, if now that he’s free and no one will ever touch him again, all he can think about is being with someone again, when it’s safe, when he knows it won’t hurt?

“I’m fine. She, um, she said she had something to show us both today, right? I want to know what it is. She never sees us together.”

“Right, m-me too. She just s-s-said some kind of new th-therapy thing she has for a n-n-new client, but she thought w-we might like it, t-too.” Nate worries at the arm of the chair with his hand, scratches at the wood a bit with his fingernails, chews at a bit of his lower lip in an old nervous habit Danny has seen a hundred - three hundred - a thousand times.

“Krista?’ Dr. Rosa’s voice calls from down the hall. “Can you send Mr. Vandrum and Mr. Michaelson in?”

Krista, sitting at the reception desk with the cutout inset in the wall, gives them a sunny smile and a wave of her pen. She’s some kind of grad student, studying to do the same thing Dr. Rosa does, and she’s not any older than Danny. Some days, she feels older, maybe just because her life wasn’t put on hold while his was. Some days he feels old, because his back hurts on rainy days and the scars on his hands look a little like the wrinkles very old people get.

Nate is the first to stand, and his bad hand - with the fingers that don’t close all the way, unless he forces them with a grinding of badly-healed bones that you can almost hear - brushes against Danny’s shoulder through the sweater he’s wearing.

Maybe an accident.

But maybe on purpose, too.

Danny doesn’t stand as much as he unfolds himself, long legs and the lean torso hidden by clothes that are all still too big, even though he tries to eat more, and he’s definitely put on some weight since he came home. Ryan keeps begging him to go buy new clothes and get them tailored to fit, but he likes his old clothes.

They feel safe.

Nate moves first as well, while Danny falls in behind to walk down the hallway to Dr. Rosa’s office. Ryan is always trying to get him to walk in front, but he can’t quite do it, yet. There are too many rules he’s being taught to break, and Danny can only break them in twos and threes at most. Any more than that and they all come rushing back, and he’s Red again, and Ryan tries not to show it but he’s hurt.

Rules he’s breaking right this second: everyone has called him Danny today and he hasn’t stopped them (your name is Red), he ate until he was full at breakfast (you haven’t been good enough to earn so much, have you?), and Nate took him out for coffee this morning and Danny had ordered for himself again (puppies don’t choose, their owners choose for them), and everything had been fine.

That seems like enough, for now.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Dr. Rosa greets them from her doorway. He likes her, because she looks - and sounds - safe, too. She’s an older woman, maybe sixty, and her skin and her eyes and her hair are all dark, her smile is small but genuine.

The opposite of Abraham, in every single way.

“H-Hi, Dr. Rosa,” Danny says, hanging back a little behind Nate, hands in the pockets of his jeans, which would probably slide right off his hips if he didn’t have a belt on so tightly he’d had to punch new holes in it to make it stay up.

“Hello,” Nate says, a bit more calmly, putting a hand to Danny’s back to encourage him to step forward and go in first.

Dr. Rosa smiles right at him, and he smiles back, a little uncertainly, a little shyly. “How is your day going?” She asks, and her voice is gentle and affectionate, but without judgement and with just enough distance that he knows she won’t be upset, no matter how he answers. “Is this a Danny day, or a Red day?”

“It’s a, um, it’s a, a Danny day,” He says, ducking his head when her smile widens, just a fraction, but he sees it just the same.

“Wonderful. I was hoping so. You’ve been having a lot of Danny days recently, haven’t you?”

“Um, yeah. More than Red days, the last two weeks, I think...”

”That’s wonderful to hear. I have something I’m going to introduce to a new young client of mine later on today, and I thought you might appreciate it, too, Daniel. Nate, if you would close the door for me, please?”

“Of c-c-course.” The door clicks shut and Nate moves to the couch, Danny dropping comfortably to the floor next to his right leg, leaning his back against the couch, curving his left arm around Nate’s leg.

Safe. He can sit like this, and it’s safe, because Abraham liked him to show affection, to be a good dog.

Not a dog anymore.

Safer still to sit like one.

There’s a shift, the sound of a scrape, from behind Dr. Rosa’s large wooden desk, and Danny’s eyes go there immediately as he tenses up. Nate’s hand slides onto his shoulder, but he can feel the tension in his grip, too. Sudden noises almost never mean good things.

“Please don’t worry, Daniel,” Dr. Rosa says, calm and soothing, as she moves in that direction. “It’s just the surprise I have for you. I promise it’s a good one - I’ve already spoken with your brother about it and he said it would not bother you.” She moves behind her desk and leans over, and Danny listens with his muscles locked to the sound of metallic scraping, a sound he knows too well.

(don’t make me pull you out of there by your collar)

The sudden scramble-scrape of little nails, a soft thud on the carpet, and a black-and-brown shaggy-haired dog roughly the height of Danny’s calf comes racing cheerfully around the corner of Dr. Rosa’s desk, tail wagging in a back-and-forth sweep.

“Th-therapy d-d-dog?” Nate asks, but Danny has already let go of him to lean forward, holding out hand out, palm up. The little dog trots over to him, sniffs at his hand with a wet nose, and launches itself at him.

“Meant to be,” Dr. Rosa says with a hint of exasperation, holding a colorful little vest in one hand with the words WORKING DOG - DO NOT PET on each side. She and Nate both look down at Danny - who holds the wriggling dog in his arms with cautious enthusiasm, blue eyes slightly wide and cross-eyed as he puts his face close and the dog tries frantically to lick him. “But he traveled a long way this morning, and he is not wearing his vest, so… he has some energy to expend.”

“I c-can see that,” Nate says warmly, shifting on the couch so he can watch Danny more closely.

Danny wrinkles his nose when the dog licks across it, trying to push it back but for such a small dog, it’s incredibly difficult to dislodge it. He feels it lick across the scar on one side of his jaw and nearly flinches back, but… it’s not so bad, and the dog doesn’t care - it doesn’t know that his jaw should look any other way, does it?

“Wh-what is the dog’s name?” Danny asks, finally getting it to calm long enough to let him run a hand over the soft, slightly silky fur on top of its head. The dog looks up at him, all warm brown eyes and lolling tongue. “Is it a, a… um, a, uh…”

His throat catches on the word, won’t say it out loud.

(practice your tricks, puppy)

The sound of Abraham’s horrible barking laughter.

(let’s start with my favorite… go down)

“It’s a grown dog,” Dr. Rosa says, moving closer to sit in her armchair, but she lets Danny hold the little dog, watching him with a small smile. “And his name is Reedy.”

“Reedy?” Danny and the dog look up at the same time when Nate repeats the name, and Dr. Rosa puts a hand up to her mouth. Danny thinks she might be stifling a laugh. “That’s a weird n-n-name for a d-dog.”

“Reedy River, technically, is his given name. But he likes Reedy better. He’s my friend Mel’s dog, and he recently graduated therapy dog training. But, of course, he’s still very young, and without his vest…” She gestures with one hand, the light catching her wedding ring. “He’s… enthusiastic. Especially after driving for an hour to get here, and another hour in his crate.”

“You have the crate behind your desk,” Danny says, but he looks at the dog and not at her. Reedy’s tail is still wagging, and he bounces away from Danny, putting his paws up on Nate’s leg, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

“N-No thank you,” Nate says with patient good humor, and the dog cocks its head, ears flopping to the side, then drops back down and trots back behind the desk, coming back with a stuffed duck in its mouth. It drops the duck in front of Danny where he sits on the floor, then watches him, little eyebrows furrowing together in question.

“Your brother told me you have some trouble seeing those sorts of crates.” Dr. Rosa answers Danny’s question patiently, without a hint of judgement. “It seemed wiser to keep it where you would not see it.”

“Prob-... probably a good idea,” Danny mumbles. He picks up the duck, squeaking it with the little squeaker in the middle, and sort of tosses it across the floor, watching Reedy leap after it with ferocity, getting it into its mouth and shaking its head back and forth like it would really tear it apart. “How old is he?”

“Two years, give or take. He’s a rescue, so no one’s exactly sure.”

“I like him,” Danny decides, when Reedy brings the little duck back for him to throw again. This time, Reedy grabs on and starts a tug-of-war, and Danny finds himself smiling, even with the knowledge that there’s a dog crate in here, even with another puppy staring him in the face.

“Good, I’m glad. I have a very young client coming for the first time today, and said client has some trouble communicating with me or any adult, so I thought perhaps Reedy would be a helper for that person.”

“You’re c-c-careful,” Nate notes, but he doesn’t look up from watching Danny play with the little dog on the floor, the way the tension in the redhead’s shoulders eases out until it’s gone, the way the smile on his face is less guarded and more sincere.

“I am professional, Nathaniel,” Dr. Rosa says, but she smiles a little at the compliment. “And since Reedy needed to get some energy out, and you and I had such a productive session last week, I thought you wouldn’t mind a break.” She waves one hand a little carelessly in the air. “No charge for today’s appointment unless we approach something that actually resembles therapy.”

“No problem. I’m n-n-not the one paying for it,” Nate says with a shrug, and Danny barely hears him or thinks about the checks his father writes, the money that goes into the account Danny lives off of right now, given to him in exchange for family dinners that leave him shaking. Three steps forward, two steps back, but it’s no different than giving himself away in the woods, making trades.

I give you a part of what I have left of me, you give me money so Nate can get better.

Reedy plays tug-of-war for a while longer, then gets tired of the game and runs a few completely random circles around the room, jumping up on the couch only to be gently pushed back off by Nate, then hopping to Danny and back to Dr. Rosa again, dancing away from her attempts to get the vest on him.

“I think I’d like a dog, if I had one,” Danny says softly, watching Reedy attack the duck again, tiny body vibrating with ferocious intensity.

“Would y-y-you?” Nate asks, genuinely surprised. “I w-would think you’d have t-t-trouble…”

“I would.” Danny nods, leaning over to hold out his hand again. Reedy abandons the duck to trot back over to him, pushing the top of his soft little head against Danny’s palm. “I would, but I’d like it, too. I like real dogs. I’m good at being a dog and so are they.”

Dr. Rosa and Nate’s eyes meet over his head, but Danny ignores it. People are always looking around him like that now - and they did when he was a kid, too, but it’s worse now, because he’s not some dumb foster kid asking stupid questions to rich people who already know all the things he never learned about… he’s a fucked-up puppy who has to learn how to be human again.

He picks Reedy up, surprised by how much his hands can wrap around the dog’s belly, cuddling it up against him. It’s a grown dog but still sort of small, probably doesn’t weigh more than 25 or 30 pounds, tops. Reedy settles against him, paws up on his chest, and licks at his face again. Danny’s face cracks a smile, crinkling the ridge of heavy scarring at the top of his nose, making almost invisible the way his jawline breaks on either side. Reedy twists to lick at his hands, heedless of the scars there, too, as if he can’t even feel them.

Maybe he doesn’t.

Or maybe dogs just don’t care about the scars that make people stare.

“Oh, you’re a nice dog,” Danny says softly, nuzzling into its fur. He can feel Reedy wriggle in happiness, half-climbing him, the swish of its tail against his arm.

Nate watches Danny with Reedy for a while longer, rubbing at the palm of his bad hand with his good one. The dog accidentally wriggles right out of Danny’s grip and thumps backwards onto the floor, shakes itself off, and goes zooming in a circle around the room again.

Danny laughs, bright and brilliant, clapping his hands together. His laughter cracks a little, from lack of use, his voice struggling to remember how to make the sound - but it echoes around the room regardless.

Dr. Rosa sits back, wide-eyed, at the first time she’s ever seen Daniel Michaelson laugh. “As I said,” Dr. Rosa says, sounding startled. “No charge, since we’re not strictly doing therapy today.”

Nate’s eyes don’t move from Danny.

“Aren’t we?”

#Daniel Michaelson's story #Dr. Rosa Martinez #tw: referenced past noncon #tw: referenced violence #pet whump #trauma recovery #recovery whump #recovering whumpee #caretaker #touch starved #tw: referenced past forced starvation #dehumanization #rehumanization #is that a thing?#hurt/comfort #except #all comfort no hurt

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faefulli · 4 years ago

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(pick and choose if u don't wanna do all) ☄️ for eclipse, 🍵 for nokova, 💧 for sun, 🧠 for aurora, 🗣️ for wynter, 🕰️ for sirius, 🗺️ for earth, 💍 for mars, 🎁 for saturn, 🎨 for sun, AND 📓 for eclipse

Theres a lot here so it goes under a cut!!!

☄️ Does your OC believe in fate and destiny or do they think it’s a load of garbage? Would they ever get this fortune told? What would a fortune-teller tell them about their future?

Eclipse thinks fate is a load of shit rjghkr he’s been through enough to know, in his mind anyway, the only thing stopping you from getting what you want is what youre willing to do to attain it. He believes you carve your own path in life and doesnt need someone else to tell him how to do anything.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

“Well I heard from Ninka, who heard from Yukin who heard from Flora that the king talks to the doves when he thinks no ones watching, Flora said she heard him talking to the bird like a close friend and calling it ‘Fieyro’. He must be a little loopy from inhaling all that dragon smoke!!!!!”

💧 What makes your OC lose hope, what makes them give up and feel helpless? Have they ever given up on something really important or let go of a dream? What are some of their biggest regrets? Would they ever try again (if they’re able to)?

Sun finds it hard to not be optimistic, hes often the light in the darkness both figuratively and literally for some people whether he means to be or not, but when he himself cant find that light for himself? its easy for him to loose sight of even his own light. His light is his family!!! everything he does he does for him, his strength is for them. Taking that away from him is a sure fire way to break that man, taking away his reason to fight snuffs his fire out completely!

(tw for abusive/unhealthy relationship)

though if you wanna get more nuanced and angsty about it, tau broke sun down so easily because of the way tau did it, tau made himself someone important to sun by taking him under his wing and teaching him how to use his powers when he first formed as a star, and then nitpicking everything about him in the sweetly condescending way he did once sun looked up to him the way that he did. sun was (and still does struggle with this in present day) so worried about how this extremely important person in his life perceived him he hung onto every word and would begin to feel worthless and give up when he couldnt please.

(tw over)

that little tangent wasnt really related but [shrug] have fun with that

🧠 Talk about your OCs mental health! Do they have any specific triggers or ways to practice self care? What are some things that are more difficult for them to do because of their mental health?

I can’t talk about this one too too much because some of the party follows me here and auroras backstory is kinda shhshhshh but ill tell u on discord teeheehee

🕰️ Has there been an event that happened in your OCs past that affects their future or one that they think about still? Is this a bad event or a good one? What are a few of their childhood memories they can recall?

Sirius will never forget the day he became the only sirius, when he lost B everything became very quiet in their system. B isnt dead, but has run their course in life and is laying comatose in their home in the empty space.

🗺️ Does your OC like going on adventures? Have they ever discovered something really interesting and significant or are they just too busy getting lost? Where is their favourite place they’ve been? Least favourite?

Earth loves adventuring when he can sneak away from his dad!!!!! surprisingly he loves colder places on his planet because snow is a pretty foreign concept to celestials! he knows about ice yeah, but this powdery??? fluffy white ice???? love it fun to throw at people, easy to cause chaos with, 10/10. hes found things he thinks are cool, like shiny things, interesting rocks hes never seen, new plants things like that!!!!

🎁 What would be the perfect gift to buy your OC? What would be the worst gift? Are they themselves any good at gifting things or are they really indescisive? How do they wrap their presents?

Saturn loves buying gifts for people, because they analyze people to easily, very insightful 10/10! They like to wrap presents themselves in paper because they find the process of measure cut wrap ribbon tie repeat very calming to do. Saturn likes things they can use to make things with! fabric paints, ribbons, fabric, hell theyll even take re gifted clothes and make them into something new! worst thing you could get saturn tho is something like overly gender labeled tho, like a shirt thats overly gendered or something like that, otherwise theyll find a way to use what you get them

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!

sun really likes markers and paints but for the reason of he likes drawing on his skin! he likes to see what he can do with the fact that his freckles can shine through most of the paint and it poses a neat challenge to him! he also likes singing but thats more so like a thing he does when hes alone and doesnt like to do around others that much

#woof that was a lot #its nearly 4am lmaooooo #oc tag #sun #saturn #earth #nokova #eclipse #sirius #tau ceti #ask meme

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years ago

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How about el and billy doing something for hop on Father’s Day

Duuuuuuude hECK yeah they would.

Problem is, legit neither of them know when Father’s day is. Billy purposefully blocked the date out of his mind. Susan used to “gently persuade” (force) him and Max to do something nice for their dad. All it ever really involved was signing a card for him while Susan made him a steak for dinner and all of them letting him watch whatever game was on that day w/o disturbance. But then afterwards Billy takes about a day to totally forget it’s existence until next year.

And El just barely knows the major holidays + Hop never told her about Father’s Day bc it just seemed kind of selfish to him to tell her to appreciate him for a day.

It’s not until Mike tells her he can’t hang out this Sunday bc “it’s Father’s Day and my mom is making us all go out to dinner together.” that El has even heard of Father’s Day.

So El thinks hard about it and frantically shakes Billy awake on Saturday morning.

Billy groans. “Ah wuh- what? What is it?”

“Tomorrow is the Father’s Day.”

Billy blinks himself a little more awake, looking at her very confused.

“It’s what?”

“The day for fathers.” El says earnestly, wide eyes demanding something from him but he’s entirely not sure what.

He has to think about it… yeah. He guesses this was about the time of year that he and Max would lazily look through the card section of the local store to pick up a card just on the right side of generic to make it look like they gave a shit.

“Uh…. yeah. Sure, it might be.”

“It is. We have to do something for dad.”

Billy sits up and rubs at his eyes before looking blearily at where Hop is asleep and snoring on the couch.

“Hop?”

“Yes. Jim is dad. We need to do something.”

Billy watches the man. Sprawled over the couch. Snoring. Thinks: Yeah… I guess he is our dad.

“Yeah. Okay, yeah. We’ll do something.”

El nods and sits down next to Billy on his bed. She looks up at him.

“Billy? What do people do for Father’s Day?”

Billy stares down at the ground and thinks about the last healthy Father’s Day he had…

“I… I dunno.”

So that day Billy takes El out to the store and they walk around trying to think of absolutely anything for them to do for Hop.

Uh… tools? That’s the typical Father’s Day thing, right? Tools? But what the hell is Jim gonna do with tools? I can cook… yeah i’ll be the one to cook. His favorite dinner I guess? He really likes lasagna. Fuck lasagna noodles are annoying. Whatever I’ll make it. What else? Is there something else? Should we do something else???

“Balloons.” El says suddenly, pointing to a big inflated balloon that says Happy Fathers Day! on it in big green letters. Billy tries to think about giving that to Hopper and laughs a bit.

“You just want a balloon.” He smirks, looking down at El who twists her mouth up a bit.

“Nooo…” she whines like she’s lying. Billy knows she is. He buys the balloon anyway and goes to tie it around El’s wrist, but she refuses.

“I’m not a kid, I can hold onto it. Plus, i have my powers.”

Billy rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Alright fine, you little brat.”

They go to the grocery store and Billy walks them around to pick up everything he needs to make lasagna. El, who knows where the Eggos are by heart now, tugs Billy to a stop before they pass them.

“Eggos.”

Billy shoots her an unamused look. “We’re here for Dad, remember? Father’s Day?”

“Dad likes Eggos.” El crosses her arms in annoyance.

“He tolerates them.”

El sticks her tongue out and Billy ruffles her hair before moving on. They’re passing by the bakery section when El says: “Cake.”

Billy looks over at the display. There’s a row of green and white frosted cakes with swirly letters on them.

“Like a birthday.” El adds, looking to Billy for confirmation. “Right? A celebration?”

Billy’s eyebrows knit together. He… guesses? He’s never really thought about it but yeah, they do sell them....

“Yeah. I guess so.” They head over to the display and he and El pick out the size Billy can afford (and the one of that size with the most frosting) and thank the lady as she hands it over.

When they pass by the cards, Billy freezes up a bit.

“A card?” El asks, looking up at Billy with a little concern. Probably at his suddenly tense face. Billy nods.

“Yeah… uh… yeah. Or uh...”

“Not a card?”

Billy’s head spins a bit.

“Wanna make one together? We can use your markers and stuff.”

El smiles. “Art! Yeah!”

Billy smiles a bit, walking away from the card section quickly.

And they have to hide the cake in the lowest cabinet in the corner and shove the balloon under El’s bed in her room, but they do it. And Hop is woken up to someone shaking him and sees a slowly clearing vision of a curly blond boy holding a cake, and a curly brunette girl holding a large, slightly deflated balloon. There’s a card on his chest w/ large green and blue letters that say Happy Father’s Day. Inside it just says “Thanks for everything” with a heart and both of their signatures.

And someone TELL ME that Hop isn’t close to fucking TEARS and makes Billy put the cake down so he can bear hug them both ♥ ♥ ♥

BONUS: There’s a knock at the door somewhere around 5 and Billy opens it to find Steve standing there, ready to ask Billy if he wants to go do something tonight when he hears a Jim Croce song playing loudly from inside and sees El running around w/ the Father’s Day balloon in hand.

“What’re you doing here, Pretty Boy? Shouldn’t you be throwing some grand dinner party for your dad?”

Thing is, Steve forgot it was Father’s Day.

“Uhhh… ha. Funny thing, my parents are uh… out. Probably on some random tropical island. Or something.”

Billy gives his boyfriend a saddened look.

“Nothing to celebrate?”

Steve shakes his head. “Nah uh… just another day.” He shrugs. “I’ll let you guys do your thing though-”

“Nuh uh, Pretty Boy. You’re coming to celebrate with us.” Billy grabs one of his hands and starts to drag him inside.

“Wha-?”

“Steve!” El says excitedly, grabbing Steve’s other hand and letting the balloon hit the ceiling. “Come celebrate Dad!”

Steve sputters, looking for Hopper who’s leaning against the wall and watching with a smirk.

“He’s uh… he’s not really my dad.” Steve supplies, nervous as all hell bc Jim is always giving him nerve-wracking looks now that Steve’s dating his son.

“You will be once we get married, babe.” Billy says with the most shit eating grin and BOY if that doesn’t get Steve and Hop choking on air.

Billy laughs.

“C’moooonnn, I’m making lasagna tonight and now that you’re here, you’ll be helping.”

Steve stares wide-eyed at Billy. “You’re gonna make me help you cook?”

“Oh hell no, I’m not trying to burn down the cabin, thanks. You can help El shred cheese and stuff.”

El smiles a big wide grin and grabs the balloon again before skipping around the room.

Steve faces Hop, who has finally recovered from Billy’s (kinda sorta maybe) ridiculous statement.

“Uhm… Happy Father's Day, Chief.”

Hop gives the boy a smile.

“Thanks, kid.” he says, before pulling Steve in by his shoulder into a big bear hug and good lord Steve can’t remember the last time he got a fucking hug on Father’s Day.

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illyrianwingspans · 5 years ago

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Do Not Go Gentle: Buzzcut Season

Link to song: Buzzcut Season by Lorde (my other absolute fave)

Synopsis: The history of Hybern and Night Industries.

Ao3 Link

Chapter 17: Buzzcut Season

War.

The word echoed in my mind, and all I could see was his face twisted into that vicious snarl of his.

“Please,” I breathed, “Don’t do it. Not for me. It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”

“What are you talking about?” Rhys demanded, his eyes full of concern and confusion. When he finally understood the fear in my eyes, the trembling of my fingers, he shook his head. “No, Feyre—not with Tamlin. Not with Spring Corporations.”

I flinched at the sound of his name.

Rhys sighed, then gently took me by the elbow and lead me over to the couch. It was directly in front of the map I’d seen before. Rhys wandered over to the coffee counter, and I heard the whirring of a machine. He spoke over the noise.

“Spring Corporations, for the last six months, has been working with Hybern and Co to import and sell Cauldron. C’s made their way into Prythian’s black market about three years ago, and since then can be found at nearly every party, frat house, club or back alley. They are all anyone wants right now, and the price they go for has never been higher. Hybern and Spring have been profiting big time off of these druggies. But they can’t maintain their supply anymore.”

“Why?” The world of drugs and illegalities still confused me to high hell, but Rhys remained calm and focused. He strode over from the coffee bar with two mugs in his hands, and handed me one. The smell was peppermint, and one sip of it had my stomach calm. He sat beside me, hands wandering over the map.

“This, here, are the ports. They used to import everything and operate out of here, the warehouse. That’s where I had my guys working to deliver them.”

“Wait, wait, how did you get caught up in this?”

“I’ll explain after. Anyways, we used to distribute from here to our dealers. But now, they can’t import anymore. They were caught with some misdealing at the border, and now they have no incoming supply. So they need a new facility to start producing here, in Prythian.”

“Okay, but what’s the issue then?”

Rhys sighed. He took another marker, then circled the mountains and territories north of Prythian, Illyria. “He’s looking at buying the reserve.”

My mouth fell open, and I immediately blurted, “Hybern can’t do that. That’s protected land. That’s their land.”

“I know,” Rhys sighed and fell back against the couch. “But this city has an asshole of a mayor in charge who doesn’t quite care as long as there’s money in his pocket.”

My brows furrowed. “He can’t do that.” I repeated, furious. I didn’t know much about Illyria, but I knew that their people, the Illyrians—they’d been there for hundreds of years. They were native to this land before Prythian was colonized, before the city had a skyline at all.

“He can, and he’s trying. The land, though they claim is protected, is under city jurisdiction. No matter what we do, feds aren’t getting involved because it’s not federally owned. It’s up to the mayor and the people to decide. And as you know, the Illyrians aren’t very popular amongst city people.”

It was true. They had a reputation for their coldness, and were known only for their cheap gas prices and bars.

“For years my people have been marginalized. They have no voice, no means to make a living. We’ve been demanding for better government infrastructure, for healthcare, for schools, but the only thing that seems to be opening up are more bars and liquor stores.” His eyes closed. “My people have been suffering. The homicide rates, the suicide rates—they’re six times higher in their territories than here.”

For a few moments, we were quiet. I only looked down at the map, disdainful that I’d never been told of the suffering lingering just beyond the city limits.

“If they buy that land, their homes will be destroyed. But that’s not all—they’ll employ those people. They’ll give them a pittance of a salary for menial work, and three quarters of them will be addicted to C’s before the first month of production is over.” He glanced at me sidelong, the usual spark in his features gone. “My people will only suffer more than they already have.”

I shook my head, eyes still focused on the map. “So what are you doing?” I wondered. “What can I do?”

Rhys hesitated for a moment, then said, “You seriously want to work with us?”

I thought it over for a moment, and realized quickly that I hadn’t been so passionate about something in… in years. I’d loved my job at Hum’s. It was something to do. Something to make the days go by without submitting completely to the numbness filling my bones. But this…working with my friends, trying to destroy the people who had ruined my life…

“You need to tell me how you got involved with Hybern, though. I want to know the whole story. I want to know what exactly it is you all do in this building before signing anything.”

Rhys looked to me for a few moments before saying, “Night Industries works security. Exactly like I explained to you: security detail, cybersecurity, infrastructure security, we do it all. We have real estate holdings, we have hundreds of investment projects. But security is our main focus.”

“Why?”

At that, Rhys smirked. “Because no one thinks the people that are protecting them actually listen in.”

“And by that you mean…?”

“Information, Feyre, costs more than any currency you can imagine. Secrets are worth more than a hundred kilograms of gold. Because they are leverage. Insight. A way into your enemy’s mind, the thread you pull for the fabric to fall apart completely. Nobody thinks the security guard in the front of the limo is listening in on their conversations about sly deals. Nobody thinks their security software is actually reporting back to the manufacturer whenever a new file is uploaded. Nobody thinks the guard at the museum party is noticing who walks into the bathroom with a married man for a quick fuck.”

I sat back for a moment, trying to process everything he was telling me.

“I first caught wind of Hybern’s dealings because I was the one who worked his security detail when he first came to Prythian. As soon as my people reported back, I realized that I was sitting on one of the biggest drug operations to ever enter Prythian. Days later I was in Hybern and Co’s office, speaking to Mr. Hybern himself, proposing a business plan for his future dealings here.”

“Why did you help him?”

“It’s easier to know your enemy by being their friend. But back then, I was stupid. I moved too fast. Before I knew it my guys were in the streets practically dealing the stuff themselves. By then I knew I was in too deep, and I tried to back out as quickly as possible. But they had me by the balls. Bookkeeping on which my name wouldn’t be erased if it ever came to light. Irrefutable incriminating evidence that would flush my life and my business down the drain.”

“How did you get out finally?”

At that, Rhys’s face completely shut down. He only said, “By chance. I saw my opportunity and got the fuck out of dodge.”

By the sound of his voice, I knew not to push him. I only said, “I’m in.”

The storm in his eyes cleared up at the words. “What?”

“Whatever it is, I’m in. I’ll do it.”

“Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “take some time to think it over. It doesn’t have to be right away.”

“What would my position be?”

“For starters, you’d be my personal assistant. That office out there would be for you.”

“I have very limited experience working in offices.” I never wanted to think about that janitor’s closet ever again.

“I know,” Rhys hedged, “and it won’t be like that at all. We’ll start you off slow, get you used to our systems, help you work your way up. Cerridwen, Azriel’s assistant, will show you all the ropes. We’ll start you off on half-days and work you up from there. If ever you feel sick, tired, anything—you have the day off, no questions asked.”

I eyed him nervously. I couldn’t believe, in the course of two weeks, I had gone from Spring Corporations straight to their enemy, ready to accept a job offer two days after nearly ending it all.

“Like I said, take your time, Feyre.” Rhys said softly. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’ll think about it.” I promised. “Over dinner tonight.” I added.

“Jesus Christ, I hoped you forgot.”

***

When we got home, I took a nap while Rhys cleaned up the main floor. He’d turned it into his office while he was working from home, despite the fact that he had a perfectly usable office upstairs. He said it was ‘too dark’ (despite the wall of windows it had), and I knew full well it was just because he wanted to keep an eye on me while I lounged on his couch reading and watching TV. As though I would try to suffocate myself to death with a pillow.

My alarm went off at seven, and I dragged myself to the bathroom to make myself look presentable. I donned some of the nicer clothes Mor had bought me, just jeans and a t-shirt, but each were soft and expensive looking, that made the guilt within me fester even more. For the first time in a while, I looked at myself in the mirror, and was terrified of the face who stared back.

I hadn’t noticed the thinness in my face until my cheeks had hollowed out and my skin was pale and white. My hair had begun falling out a while ago, coming out in heaps of strands in the shower, and it’d lost any traces of shine and glimmer that it originally held. Not to mention, my waist had thinned out as well, and my ribcage stood out starkly against my skin. The t-shirt, thank the Gods, was loose. All I had the energy to do was run a comb through my messy hair, brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. Though it wasn’t much of an improvement from before, at least it was something.

Downstairs, Rhys had cleaned up most of his mess, leaving behind only his computer on the corner of the coffee table before the TV. In the kitchen, the counter was clean, and something smelled glorious as the sounds of kernels popping emanated from the microwave.

“Popcorn?” Rhys wondered as he pulled the bag out and dumped the contents into a bowl. I nodded my head and pecked at a few kernels. My stomach, thankfully, did not protest at the buttery taste across my tongue.

At the edge of island were two games stacked atop one another: Pictionary and Monopoly. I raised my brows.

“My family takes game night very, very seriously. It doesn’t happen often. When it does, I always have to buy a new table.”

“A new table?”

The doorbell rang, and a look of misery overcame Rhys’s face. “Because someone always ends up flipping it.”

I stayed in the kitchen while Rhys wandered unhurriedly to the front entrance. Once the door opened, it was instant chaos that overtook the household. There was so much noise and voices that I could barely decipher who had walked in the door, only the fact that someone had wrapped in their arms. Cassian’s comforting scent enveloped me, and I sighed as I hugged him back, missing his cheerful spirit.

“Feyre! You could’ve at least given me some rent money before you left.”

I forced the best chuckle I could as he released me, and his full, toothy smile shined above me. Before I could even say anything his hand was already reaching for the popcorn. I guess Rhys hadn’t said much about my abrupt move out of his apartment, and I wasn’t sure if I preferred it that way.

A low voice sounded from behind me, “We brought pizza. Mor requested banana chilis, I’m sorry.” Azriel nodded to me, and I gave him my best impression of a grin. It didn’t work.

“It’s like you’re trying to burn off my tastebuds.” Cassian whined. Mor was already moving around the kitchen like a hurricane, plucking wine glasses from Rhys’s cabinets and pulling a bottle of rosé from her purse. She only replied to Cassian, “You’re one of the only ones here with an inkling of culture, honey. Your tastebuds should be adapted to spice by now.”

“I’m going to ignore that slightly racist comment. And remind you that you and Feyre are the minorities in this party.”

“Do you have anything strong, Rhys? I don’t know why they keep inviting me to these.” Amren commented. She’d already taken up a spot sitting on the kitchen counter. By the lack of looks she was getting, I guessed that was her usual seat.

“You’re the one that keeps showing up, Amren. Nobody’s forcing you.” Cassian argued.

Amren quipped, “You parked in front of my apartment building and threatened to honk all night until I got in with you. I don’t want a public disturbance added to my criminal record.”

Added? was all I could think to myself as Rhys pulled out a bottle of vodka. Amren smiled—well, smile was the best word for it, it was more like a wolf bearing its teeth. He poured her a knuckle’s length, and she knocked it back in one gulp. Rhys took one look at her and the bottle, then left it there for her on the counter. She poured herself another then kept it next to her, like a dragon guarding its trove.

“I know you don’t like talking about work at home, but I have to tell you one thing.” Azriel said.

Mor and Cassian both rolled their eyes at the same time (Mor tried to claim jinx, but Cassian refuted you can’t jinx something non-verbal). Rhys, though, was at full attention. In his hands was a glass of what looked like scotch. Suriel’s words kept playing in my mind, but I was thirsty—and a glass of wine wouldn’t hurt. Just something to ease me into this new dynamic. I stood and went to the pantry and grabbed a glass, then went to the fridge where I knew Rhys kept his stash of white wine.

Behind me, Azriel asked, “Do you trust her?”

The room was silent, save the sound of the wine pouring into my glass. Quietly, I put the cap on the bottle, then slid it back into the fridge side door. When I turned, five sets of eyes were turned to me. I only took a sip of my drink, then looked to Rhys.

“Do you?” I asked curiously. Rhys only exhaled sharply.

“Seeing as though I might be hiring miss Archeron, yes, I do trust her, Azriel.”

Cassian’s eyebrows lifted in excitement. “Seriously, Fey? You’re coming to work with us?”

The name threw me off, and I flinched. All I could see was his face, his and Lucien’s, the stupid nickname they’d called me for years. It only made me tilt back my glass, wanting to blur the lines of their faces until they were unrecognizable.

“I have not agreed to anything yet, so don’t get your hopes up.” I took another sip, then pinned Cassian with a look. But not the type that was antagonizing or joking. I stared at him, dead serious, and said, “Don’t call me that.”

Cassian blinked. Even Mor looked between the two of us, shocked, only for Cassian to say, “Message received.”

“I got a call this afternoon,” Azriel said, trying to clear the air as quickly as possible, “that they’ve arranged a meeting for next week.”

“Hybern and the mayor?”

Azriel shook his head. “No. The mayor and Spring Corporations. They’re having lunch at West Border.”

“So he’s taken over as Hybern’s coordinator?”

“More or less. The mayor trusts Ivy. They’ve made deals together in the past, the mayor’s profited off of a few strategic property investments. It would be too direct to get Hybern directly involved.”

There was nothing else to do but sip my wine. Anything but think about his kind features and golden hair. Because I knew those investments. The limited amount of information he’d shared with me, I remembered, was about the mayor’s dealings. I’d even been to one of those lunches with him, a year back, when they were discussing a new condo development on the east side.

“We can’t let that meeting happen,” Rhys said, “or we have to intercept it in some way.”

“What do you want us to do? Waltz in dressed as waiters and pull the fire alarm?” Cassian interjected.

Amren, seated at the kitchen counter, seemed like she was pondering the idea fondly.

“Can we hold this meeting tomorrow? I’m hungry for pizza. And Pictionary.” Mor said.

“That pizza is inedible.” Cassian grumbled, but picked up the boxes and wandered to the kitchen table anyways.

“That’s why the Gods gave your Neanderthal-self opposable thumbs to pick off the peppers.”

I took a seat at the table between Rhys and Mor. Cassian instantly dug into the pizza box, tearing away the red peppers with an animalistic furiousness before nearly inhaling the slice. Mor savoured her piece slowly, and I reluctantly took a bite. The peppers set my tongue on fire, and I washed it down with a sip of wine.

“Well?” Amren wondered, staring at her perfectly manicured nails. “Are we going to get this ridiculousness over or what?”

Azriel collected the Pictionary box from the kitchen island reluctantly and set it on the table, pulling away just in time before Cassian dug into the box, grease dripping from his fingers.

“Remember what I told you Feyre?” Rhys murmured beside me.

“Yup,” I said, “if anyone but Azriel wins, then they’re cheating.”

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Chapter 40 - Show ‘Em How It’s Done is out now on FanFiction.Net and ArchiveOfOurOwn! Check them out with the links or find it after the break!

Title: The Tamer v2.0 - In HIs Name

Fandom: Digimon

Rating: T

Synopsis: In the next adventure of the Digimon Tamer, the lives of Juri, Rika, and Henry change forever when digimon begin crossing over into the human world. But it’s all just a story, right? Just a book series by an author no one has seen in a long time. Why are they here and can they save their world before something worse follows the digimon?

Zhenyu Lee looked to the Metropolitan Building, holding Xiaochun in his lap as she played with Lopmon who didn’t even try pretending to be a doll. He should’ve expected this mess would’ve gotten worse before it got better. He just wished it would’ve waited a few more days than it had. Henry ran out to help with Terriermon at the first chance - thankfully Xiaochun and Lopmon were convinced against going with them. Now, however, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve been better to let them go.

Then at least they wouldn’t be heading into the Metropolitan Building under heavily armed guard. No sooner after he called his office, Yamaki’s agents came knocking on his door and forced them out into a white SUV waiting in front of the complex. And despite all the traffic and road blocks, the SUV made its way on to the sidewalk without concern for public safety. Was it because the agency was so far above public scrutiny? Or was it because the situation was now that desperate. He wasn’t sure which it was - and that made him all the more anxious.

As they drove past the entrance, he notice the lobby floor was crowded with people who’d taken refuge inside. It would’ve caused a scene to go in that way - so where they were going? The SUV they were in wheeled around the back where several more guards greeted them - some of whom looked like military and out of place with the rest of the guards wearing black suits.

There were other SUVs already there - unloading other families he didn’t recognize until he saw the kids: Kenta and Kazu. The two boys who’d been spending time around Henry as of late. And then there were the Matsuda parents, who definitely didn’t want to be there. Actually, why were they here?

Their son was dead and wasn’t coming back. The last thing they probably wanted was to have anything to do with all this mess. Of course, he got confirmation of that when the father threw a punch as hard as he could at one of the agents - which ended with the others tackling him to the ground and piling on top of him to keep him restrained.

After a moment of struggling, the agents wrestled him back up to his feet and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him as he swore up a storm, “You fucking assholes! Let me go! Let me fucking go! Right the fuck now!”

“Whoa, check it out Kenta! Takato’s dad is going nuts,” Kazu pointed him out.

“Hey! Watch your language! There are kids present,” one of the dad’s said - one who didn’t appear to have any familiar children with him. He was wrapping his hands around the ears of a small boy in the arms of a woman who was definitely his wife. The woman looked around nervously, “I don’t understand. What is all this? Who are you people and why are we here? We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Ma’am, it’s a matter of national security. We’ll explain more once we’re safely inside. Please, this way,” one of the agents gestured towards a door guarded by two armed soldiers. Zhenyu had an idea of where they were going but wasn’t sure why they needed to take the back entrance - at least until he saw the robot and the floating pink seal thing. Both definitely digimon. At this point, it was obvious who wasn’t quite familiar with digimon right now. Those who weren’t were uneasy or keeping their hands on their weapons. The ones who were used to the sight of digimon didn’t even seem to register that they were there.

They followed the guard inside who led them to a large service elevator that took their group upstairs - past the administrative offices and into the secure area where the Hypnos Program had been operating. Once the elevator doors slid open, the agent released Mister Matsuda’s handcuffs and gestured for them to continue straight ahead into the main room. Matsuda cursed him out but did as he was told - heading straight into the main office where most of the rest of the Monster Makers and the so called digidestined were present.

And for some reason, the fake Takato or Tamer or whatever his name was drawing on the wall with a marker while concluding what must’ve been a long drawn out lecture. Just by a quick glance of the scribbles, he could only assume it had something to do with that other worlds thing he talked about before, “And that’s basically everything up to now. Any questions?”

Several hands shot up into the air and he sighed, “That aren’t about the multiple worlds and realities.”

Only Yamaki’s hand stayed in the air and he asked, “When are you going to stop drawing on my walls?”

“Sorry,” he dropped the marker and scratched the back of his head, “I just figured that a visual aid would help. My mistake.”

“I don’t know why you can’t explain anything without drawing all over walls anyway,” Yamaki picked up the marker and examined it closely, “This is permanent marker!”

The fake Takato apologized again but it didn’t do anything to improve Yamaki’s mood as he threw the marker into a trash bin in a fit of anger, “Dammit, kid. You’re going to give me a freaking aneurysm.”

Tamerkato looked back at the rest of the group and asked, “Okay, anyone else have any other questions?”

That was when Zhenyu noticed several other digimon in the room - a lot of them. He wasn’t surprised to see this but his family-

“AAAH!”

“Whoa cool! There’s more of them! Look Lopmon! More friends for you! And some of them are so cute! But not as cute as you Lopmon! You’re the best! Ooh, one of them is a little birdie!”

“Holy shit! Where do they keep coming from?”

“You’re going to feed us to them, aren’t you?”

“Geez, you humans sure do a lot of screaming,” Terriermon said from somewhere in the crowd, “Hey! Henry! Your dad’s here!”

He should’ve expected his son to end up here - of course Yamaki was going to get everyone he could in an emergency situation like this. Hell, Henry probably only made it down the block before he got picked up. Henry tried jumping to see over the adults and finally ran out of the crowd before seeing the. And the biggest smile appeared on his face, “Dad, you’re alright!”

Then his smile turned to a frown, “What are all you guys doing here?”

“What are we doing here? Henry, what are you doing here of all places?” his wife asked, “What is all this?”

“This…this is what we’ve been all been working on,” Zhenyu explained to his wife, “It’s how we got Xiaochun and the others back safely from the Digital World.”

The explanation didn’t do him any favors, as she was obviously annoyed with the whole thing. Trying to avert her attention to something else, he instead asked, “What I want to know is why are we here?”

Yamaki massaged his temple, “All important persons needed to be on deck - since some of the important persons were minors, it was decided their families should be brought too to mitigate any child labor laws and blah blah blah. -”

Mister Matsuda cut him off and roared, “Families? We are not families! That thing-”

He gestured at Tamerkato angrily and added, “-isn’t my son. He’s one of those things-”

He pointed at the digimon, “-wearing his face!”

“They can do that?” his wife asked.

The panic quickly spread to the other parents who were now weary of the children, “Wait, so are these kids even our kids or-”

“Alright, enough,” the not-Takato stamped his foot angrily, “I’m sorry. Your son is gone. I can’t fix that. Believe me, this is as awkward and painful for me as it is for you. But we don’t have time for this! I’m trying to-”

“I don’t care what you want or what you’re trying to do. What I want is to get the hell out of this city before that thing kills us all!” Mister Matsuda roared again, turning to leave. Two of the agents tried to stop him but blocking his exit only seemed to make him angrier. Thankfully he didn’t try throwing any punches this time since these agents had no reservations about keeping their hands on their guns. It also helped that his wife was trying to calm him down.

“Actually, I’d like to know why we’re here too,” another of the adults finally spoke - a woman wearing a kimono asked. She seemed really out of place here, especially holding a toddler in her arms who excitedly oohed at all the digimon present and kept reaching for them to play with. The woman held the boy closer and asked, “We don’t know any of you people and we were out looking for our daughter Juri before any of this happened. Where is she and what does she have to do with any of this?”

“Yeah, I’d like an answer to that as well,” the man beside this woman asked, obviously the husband. The school teacher came forward, “Your daughter is part of the problem. It’s a long story and we don’t have time to explain it all. The short version is she’s in that thing and we’re trying to come up with a plan to stop it that doesn’t involve killing her.”

“What do you mean she’s in that thing!?” the man demanded, “How can my daughter be in that!? I know she’s involved in all this but what the hell does this have to do-”

“Her partner died in the Digital World. That trauma, that loss, became the catalyst for that thing to take over her body. Her spirit. It’s possessing her, riding her like a costume while it goes around to continue its mission of learning, becoming stronger, and destroying anything it deems too strong,” Not-Takato explained to him.

The man didn’t seem to buy any of this and crosses his arms angrily, “Bullshit, I’ve heard a lot of crap over the last few days and I’ll be damned if I’m going to believe any of that. Juri’s strong.”

“Apparently not as strong as you’d like to think,” he fired back.

“How dare-”

“Look, believe it or not, your daughter is in there and she needs saving,” not-Takato interrupted angrily. A pause followed as one of the digimon, a horned lizard wearing a pelt raised its hand to ask, “So how are we going to separate the Digital Worlds and make sure only the digimon are on the...whatever one.”

Not-Takato’s face turned grim as he answered, “I’ll need to go back to the Bastion and fire up some Guardian tech-”

“Ancient tech,” the detective interrupted. Not-Takato sighed, “Same thing. It’s going to use the data from the Natural Digital World to separate the two worlds and pull them apart. But to make sure we get the digimon, I need help scanning the entire Digital World in as short amount of time as possible.”

“Perfect plan. It’s a good thing you’ve got us!” the detective said, raising up his digivice and his work partner. A pause followed before he turned to the others, “What about you, mister noodle chef?”

A man wearing an apron uncrossed his arms and smiled wide, ““Yeah, I’m game for this. How about you, Veemon?”

“Alwaysh! I’ve been raring to get back into the action!” a little blue dinosaur with horns shouted. Both men excitedly fist bumped as the cook declared, “Alright! Ken and Davis are back in action. What do we need to do?”

“Wait, Ken?” Ryo stammered in disbelief, approaching the detective with wide eyed shock, “Ken?”

Not-Takato snapped his fingers and hurried over to one of the computers, “We’ll need technology from the Bastion - it’ll do a scan of the Digital World for all digimon. Artificial and Natural. No one’s going to die on my watch. We use the archive of…wait, where’s Izzy’s laptop? We need that. It has the database of the Digital World on it which I can use to help pull apart the two Digital Worlds.”

“Still no idea,” Yamaki said, “It could be a while before we find them.”

“Well, no more time for discretion,” Not-Takato turned to Rika, “How do you feel about finding your parents?”

“Can do,” she gave a thumbs up. His smiles widened, “You’re a life saver Rika. Find them and bring them here.”

Daisy clapped her hands together excitedly and hurried over to her computer, “This is getting kind of exciting! Well, if you guys are going to the Digital World, it only makes sense to do some reconnaissance first. Make sure things are safe! The last thing you guys need is to land in a mess. Let’s see if the Ark can handle some updates and attach a camera program to it.”

“Ark? It seems like you’ve all been quite busy while I’ve been away. I’d like to see what you all have created without me,” a familiar voice said excitedly. Then Shibumi appeared, half balding with a mullet growing from what remained of his hair and a bushy beard growing on his face. He was certain this man was dead after being gone for so long but here he was - alive and acting like he hadn’t been missing for the last few years. Zhenyu was so taken aback by this that he couldn’t help but blurt out, “SHIBUMI!?”

The man stopped in his tracks and waved at him with a stupid half grin, “Oh, hello Tao. You’re graying now.”

So much for a friendly greeting, “And you’re balding.”

…

Henry covered his face to hide his embarrassment upon hearing his dad’s nickname. Was that always his dad’s name? He had no idea he even had a nickname - especially not one that sounded so pretentious. He needed to get his mind off this conversation and looked back at Tamerkato, “So you’re going to the Digital World...worlds to rip them apart. What about the rest of us here? Because we’re not just going to be sitting around and fighting that thing didn’t exactly do us any good in the Digital World or here.”

“Actually, fighting is exactly what I need you guys to do,” Tamerkato adder with a snap of his fingers. This angered Monodramon who promptly snapped, “He said we just tried that! It didn’t work! What part of that were you not listening to?”

“The part where you guys weren’t listening to me. You’re not attacking it to defeat it, you’re attacking it to get its attention off the Digital World,” Tamerkato explained to them. Henry was confused now and was sure this was the rampant insanity the others were so wear of, “It’s not in the Digital World. It’s here.”

Tamerkato nodded in agreement, “You’re right. It is here. And there. It’s…complicated. Part of its consciousness is here in the Human World. The other part of its conscious is in the Digital World. It may be smart but it can only pay attention to so many things happening at once. If you make enough noise here in this world, it’ll pull it’s attention away from the Digital World.”

“But wouldn’t all the fighting in the Digital World already do that?” Renamon asked, “We left the Digital World just as it turned into a war zone!”

“That’s right! The Digital World was a battlefield!” Gatomon called out with a pointed claw. Tamerkato held up two fingers, “That’s the other advantage. If it’s busy paying attention over here, it’ll give the digimon on the other side a better fighting chance. The mission here is to save as many lives as we can until the plan is ready to act out.”

“Okay, but there are two other parts of this plan we still haven’t figured out. How do we stop the D-Reaper here in this world? It’s not like turning off that computer will stop it here,” Yamaki said matter of factly. Tamerkato gestured at the building around, “I thought that part of the plan was obvious? You guys built a weapon that targets Digital Life! Specifically, it sucks Digital Life back into the Digital World. Once the worlds are separated, we put our digimon back into the Natural Digital World. Then fire the weapon to send the D-Reaper back to the Artificial World. Once it’s off, we turn this-”

“Um, guys,” Daisy called to get their attention, waving her hand in the air, “Either my camera program is messed up or the situation in the Digital World is a lot more chaotic than I realized.”

She turned the monitor around to face them and showed them the screen. The sight was something to behold - not in grand awe but in terror. The Digital World they had left just the day before had become a fiery hell scape - barren wastes burning to ash while countless digimon battled for their lives against a growing tide of red with no end in sight. Everyone crowded around the monitor so Daisy presses a few more keys to get it on multiple monitors. Despite that, it was obvious to everyone what was on the screen.

The digimon that could be made out on the small screen appeared to be retreating away from the mass as they threw everything they had at it. Some even made a run for the ship, pleading into the camera for some kind of help before being pulled back into the fight by another digimon. Patamon gasped, “The Digital World did NOT look like that when we left.”

“Time’s been moving differently between the worlds. A couple of hours out here turned into weeks in there,” Sora explained quietly, “Remember, you guys were only gone for about a day our time.”

At that announcement, Gatomon became furious, “Days passed in the Digital World already? We need to go back! We need to-”

“We already have a plan remember?” Tamer interrupted her quickly, snapping his fingers at the remaining digimon whose partners weren’t present, “Which brings up another thing. You guys are going to need to find your partners if you’re going to be of help. Soon as we get out there, the better.”

“We’ll make sure they get to ‘em,” Rika said with a hand on her hips as she moved towards Palmon and Tentomon, “Mom and dad are going to freak out when they see you guys.”

“I bet I’ll freak out more! Oh, I can’t wait to see Izzy again!” Tentomon remarked. It was hard to miss the nervous look on Rika’s face as it seemed she didn’t quite have the heart to tell the digimon about what had happened to his partner. And he was sure it was not going to be a fun conversation.

“Wait a second...mom and dad?” Palmon repeated. That was another subject she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Trying to take her mind off the subject, Rika took out her D-Terminal and started typing into it, “I’m going to message them now to see where they are. Then we’ll take you.”

“Then we’ll head to the Digital World once the attack begins,” Tamerkato stated, “As soon as its attention is pulled, we can head on our way.”

“You’re forgetting the other part of this plan of yours,” Yamaki interrupted again before gesturing at Juri’s parents, “How are you going to save the girl? You said no one else is going to die, right? Well how does that figure into your plan?”

Tamerkato frowned, “Still working that part out. I’m thinking this up by the seat of my pants.”

“That’s...that’s now how the saying goes,” Yamaki groaned. Juri’s father added, “You’re telling me you don’t even have a plan to save my daughter!?”

“Thirty minutes ago, I didn’t have a plan to save either of these miserable rocks! Give it time. I’ll come up with something.” Tamerkato interjected with a smile. Unfortunately, Yamaki didn’t share his optimism, “I seriously doubt we have thirty minutes.”

…

Mimi rolled her husband’s chair down the busy street as quickly as she could, but everything was in chaos. Stopped cars blocked most major intersections, abandoned by their drivers in terror of the flocks of bird creatures blocking out the sky overhead. People ran in terror every way they could, with police and military trying their best to maintain order while shooting into the sky at the bird creatures swarming the city. And now of all times, her husband decided to start playing with his D-Terminal, “Honey! What the hell? That isn’t the time for that!”

“It’s Ruki! She’s says she’s on her way and wants to know where we are!” he answered, looking up from the screen long enough to take in his surroundings, “Let’s see. This looks like...gah, I don’t even recognize what ward we’re in. Where are we?”

Mimi couldn’t believe his forgetfulness but tried to remind herself of his missing leg. He was very medicated and probably was only half aware of everything going on, “Are you kidding? Honey, we’re on Meiji-Dori Avenue and Shinjuku-Dori Avenue! We’re right in front of the police station!”

“Oh, right!” he said as he started typing on the device. She heard a beep which meant Ruki replied but she couldn't focus on that now. She had to find their way to the Metropolitan Building. But that was easier said than done at this point. The whole city had become an obstacle course with all the people, cars, and debris obstructing their path. And there was no way her husband would be get around most of it in his wheelchair. This was just like when they were kids, only now they didn’t have their partners with them. Worse was knowing that their only daughter was running around out there in the middle of all this. Then she had a realization, “Wait, did you say...Ruki’s on her way?”

He nodded and gave a frown, “Yeah, with a surprise. I have no idea what that means. I’m hoping her rebellious streak isn’t going to appear as some kind of half thought out rescue attempt! We really need to do something about that.”

“She only acts out because you disappeared!” she pointed out to her husband.

“Hey! That only happened because I was forcibly taken against my will!” he argued back, pausing as he took a look around, “This is bad. We should get off the street and get out of here before-”

He was cut off mid sentence as one of the bird creatures stopped in front of them. It was horrifying to have to look at one so close in front of them like this. Mimi had never seen one so up close and wasn’t sure what to think of it being so close in front of her. At least, that was what she thought until she realized its eyes weren’t eyes at all. It was some kind of gross facsimile - like eyes were a thing it had only ever heard of before. It’s true eyes were on its wings - big yellow orbs that did something akin to a blink as its pupils darted every which way. Then it spoke with a mechanical rasp like knives digging into sheet metal, “Image data sent. Resuming search!”

“Search for this!”

Kyubimon descended from a rooftop and landed atop the creature. It barely reacted to being slammed into the ground, almost like it didn’t even know it had been hit. Instead it tried to maneuver its wings to look at her in vain as Kyubimon swiped into its eyes with her claws until it burst into data, “Finally. We killed one. These things shouldn’t be as hard to kill as they are. Are you both alright?”

“Yes, we’re fine. Where’s Ruki?” he asked in a panicked tone, “We thought she was with you.”

Kyubimon turned her head behind her, looking towards Rika running towards them with a cactus in her arms and a large ladybug fluttering behind...Palmon and Tentomon. Palmon complained, “How much further? I want to see Mimi!”

“She’s over there,” Rika said, gesturing towards her mother, “And there’s dad too.”

“Dad?” Tentomon paused, taking one good look at Koushiro in the wheel chair with his missing leg, “IZZY!?”

“Tentomon!” Izzy called out in amazement, reaching out his arms so that his bug partner digimon could land in them. Mimi stepped aside as Palmon leapt into her own arms, “Mimi! Is it really you!? You’re a lot taller than I remember. And a lot prettier too!”

“Ruki, is this?” She began to ask.

“You bet.”

“This is the best surprise you could’ve given us,” Mimi said tearfully, holding her partner close. She’d dreamt of seeing her partner again for so long that she wasn’t sure it would ever actually happen. And here she was - in her arms. She was so happy she could feel herself getting ready to cry. Tentomon and Izzy were having their own moment too, mostly with Tentomon demanding to know why his leg was missing and what exactly had happened while they were away.

Rika put a hand to her hips, “Well, I figured if anyone was going to bring your partners to you, it should be me. You’re welcome, mom. Dad.”

“There it is again! Why do you keep calling her mom?” Palmon repeated.

“Wait a second. Dad?” Tentomon did the same. Both digimon pulled away from their partners in surprise. Then Palmon blurted out, “Mimi, is she-”

“That’s right,” Mimi beamed proudly, looking over to her daughter with the biggest smile on her face. Koushiro turned his partner around to face their daughter, “Palmon. Tentomon. Meet our daughter. Ruki.”

Both digimon had mouths wide open in a shock and surprise. Rika was sure they were just trying to take everything in until eventually Palmon gasped, “GOSH! DOES THIS MEAN YOU TWO GOT MARRIED!? WITHOUT INVITING US!?”

“Well, we didn’t know where you guys were at the time,” Koushiro offered defensively as their two digimon became increasingly agitated over the fact that they missed out on one of the most important times in their partner’s lives. Made all the worse by the knowing that they weren’t even aware it happened. Rika whistled to get their attention and pointed out, “Not to ruin the moment guys but we still have a city to save. Well, a city and a world. We can talk about all this later.”

“I don’t understand though, how did this happen?” she asked their daughter. Rika was already busy taking a hold of her father’s wheel chair and pushing him off the main road into a side street, “It’s a long story and it involves goggle head. Like a lot of goggle head. He has a plan though-”

“Oh hell no, last time his plans got my mom, your grandmother, killed!” Mimi snapped angrily, gasping when she realized she’d just said that in front of her daughter. Ruki waved her hands up in agreement, “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like his plans or ideas any more than you do but we know the whole plan so there’s no surprises. At least, no surprises we won’t expect.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” her husband asked with a tone that indicated scholarly curiosity. She knew that tone too well to know they were n for a long question and answer session. Rika shrugged, “First, we need to get you back to the others at that government place. They need you to fix that juggernaut program.”

“NO! I will not work on that again,” he abruptly refused. It wasn’t hard to understand why - he hated that project and all it did to him. And knowing what it did to digimon made her hate it as well. And using it was a part of Tamer’s plan? To hell with that. Even so, Rika tried to explain, “Look, the others will tell you more when you get there. Something about how that weapon is the only thing that’ll work on that thing!”

She gestured at the growing red mass in the center of the city. There was no doubt about its size but the fact that using Juggernaut was their only option made them uneasy. And if Tamer was involved, “What exactly is his plan?”

“It was a lot of technobabble but it sounds like he wants to split the Digital World and turn it off? Look, I kinda spaced out on it,” Rika admitted to them. There was Rika reflecting her mother. It seemed they had other things in common besides disliking Tamer. Rika looked at their partners for some kind of help and Palmon answered, “Well don’t look at me. I can never follow the stuff he’s saying. Guy talks a mile a minute.”

Her husband sighed, “At least you’re honest about it.”

He turned his wheelchair to face her, “I’m going to stop them from fixing the Juggernaut, even if it means I have to destroy the computer myself.”

He sounded so sad when he said that. She knew he loved computers almost as much as he loved her - and the idea of destroying one probably went against everything he stood for. Especially one he helped to build. Kyubimon sighed, “To fill in the gaps that Rika left out - Tamer’s planning on splitting the two Digital Worlds so that all the digimon occupy one world and that thing occupies the other. Then we use the Juggernaut to send that thing from this world to the other Digital World. To do that we-”

Kyubimon stopped mid sentenced, staring straight at her. Mimi took a step back, “What?”

“It heard me,” she replied. What? Mimi turned around to see one of the bird creatures standing there staring at them. She practically jumped backwards in surprise, wondering just how long that thing had been standing there and how much of that it had heard. It registered that they were now staring at it and ascended skyward to get away.

Mimi cursed, “Crap.”

“Well that complicates things,” her husband added quietly, turning his wheelchair again, “We need to go to the tower.”

“What, why?” Palmon asked, “I thought we were supposed to distract that thing?”

“Don’t you get it, Palmon? It knows! If it knows, it’s going to protect itself. It’s going to attack the tower now!” Tentomon pointed out, “And everyone is still up there!”

“Oh…oh no! All those people! Sora! Biyomon! They’re all up there!” Palmon gasped. Rika cursed her luck, “Do you have your digivices?”

“Always,” the parents said together; she reached into her coat pocket to hold up her digivice and her husband reached into the bag on his wheelchair to show his. Rika smiled and Mimi understood why. What they had here was a rare opportunity for a family bonding activity. It may not have been the typical family bonding experience that most people wanted - but there was no denying that having this in common was nice.

Rika nodded, “Okay...and Tamer also said we need your laptop. Do you have it?”

“Laptop?” Koushiro repeated quietly, “Oh, yes. I know which laptop. And yes. I always have it.”

He reached into his backpack and produced an old yellow laptop with a pineapple insignia on the back. The one he’d had from their first trip to the Digital World. The one thing she was never able to convince him to let go of. It seemed he was right to always hang on to it. There was a noise in the distance that caught their attention and they looked towards its source at the Shinjuku Towers. The bird creatures were now converging on the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. And they were the only ones who knew why. Rika produced a blue card from her deck and Koushiro held out his digivice to his partner, “Like old times, right honey?”

“Let’s show our daughter how it’s done,” she said in agreement. Both of their partners jumped to their feet excitedly, “Oh! We missed this!”

“Tentomon! Warp Digivolve to! HerculesKabuterimon!”

“Palmon! Warp Digivolve to! Rosemon!”

Mimi noticed her daughter’s mouth falling wide open in surprise at their forms, “Whoa! When did you guys get to have Mega level digivolutions?”

For once, she was doing something her daughter was interested in. She tussled the girl’s hair and added, “Takeru didn’t publish all of our adventures, y’know? Remind us to tell you about it some time.”

“Then let me show you what we can do,” Rika said, raising her digivice and swiping a strange blue card from her deck through it, “Digimodify! Digivolution Activate!”

Light enveloped her partner and Mimi watched in astonishment as Kyubimon began to digivolve. Digivolution at will through a card game.

“Kyubimon! Digivolve to! Taomon!”

The look on her husband’s face was priceless. He stammered out, “Your partner is...you used a card from the card game to...that is...I have so many questions!”

“Oh boy, Izzy is losing his mind again,” HerculesKabuterimon cackled. Then the people screamed and panicked even louder. The sight of not one, but three new large digimon appear so suddenly sent the already panicked populace into a bigger panic as they fled away. Mimi buried her face in her hands and groaned, “Oh right. We’re out in the city.”

“We should go. All of us,” Taomon stated matter of factly, scooping up Rika in her arms, “Hang on Rika.”

“You’re right! Let’s go to that tower!” Rosemon agreed. HerculesKabuterimon took up Mimi in one hand and Izzy in the other, using a third to hold his wheel chair. With a loud buzz, his wings took them to the air and they were off with Rosemon and Taomon following close behind. It was just like old times. HerculesKabuterimon used his large frame to protect them from the many bird creatures and the soldiers shooting at them from below. Meanwhile, Rosemon cleared a path forward through the cloud of bird creatures using her whip and guided them safely through the horde. At least she did until she realized the bird creatures weren’t trying to stop them. They were actually trying to make their way to the tower to attack - at which point she turned around and started thinning their numbers to stop as many of them as she could.

“Rosemon!” Mimi called out in awe of her partner’s decision.

“I need to hold them back!” Rosemon shouted.

“Save your strength! This is marathon, not a race,” Taomon declared, flicking out a slip of paper from her hands and throwing them, “Thousand Spells!”

The talisman split into a thousand pieces of paper that flew in every direction, exploding on impact with any of the bird creatures that were following close behind. Then she retrieved her brush with that same hand and drew a symbol in the air, “Talisman Spell!”

The symbol expanded in size until it formed a barrier in the shape of the yin-yang symbol - stopping the creatures in their tracks as they slammed into it like birds into a glass window pane. With their path clear, they continued onward towards the roof of the towers as bird creatures from around the city began to converge on their location.

Once they were set on the roof, Mimi grabbed a hold of her husband’s wheelchair and said, “We’ll head straight to the others and warn them.”

“Okay, we’ll stay out here and hold the rest of them back!” Rika said in agreement, looking back to the three digimon. Mimi couldn’t help but feel aglow with pride as her daughter gave her a thumbs up. She cheered, “Rosemon, show her how it’s done!”

“We’ve got this Mimi,” Rosemon said, leading the digimon as she looked back to the growing crowd of alien bird creatures. She didn’t wait a second longer. She pushed her husband and hurried her way into the building. As soon as they were inside though, Mimi realize the foolishness of her plan once she gazed at the many stairs that led down. Koushiro looked back at his wife, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You must be stupid if you think I’m letting you out of my sight again, Mister Izumi,” Mimi laughed, turning his wheelchair around so that she could guide him down. She took the first step backwards, taking care to pull her husband’s chair so that he didn’t slip or fall out. It took them a good minute to clear the first flight and get to the first landing. That was one down. Who knows how many more to go?

#The Digimon Tamer v2 - In His name #Digimon Tamers #Digimon #Fanfiction #Chapter 40 #Takato Matsuda #Rika Nonaka

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #267

“you can take my heart, you can take my breath - when you pry it from my cold, dead chest.”

When did you last talk to the last person you kissed? Last night. Do you think people have any misconceptions about you? Oh, I'm positively certain. What’s something you wish you could understand better? There are a great many things, but the first that came to mind are certain political/moral beliefs that I REALLY do want to understand, but I just don't. When was the last time you cried really, really hard? About a week back when I woke up shrieking and sobbing from a nightmare about Dad. Have you ever injected a drug? No. How many people have you liked in the past 5 months? I've been COnfuFSSeD!!!!!! Are you currently in a relationship? Nope. Probably for the better. Have you ever touched a dead body? Animals, yes. I may have at an open-casket wake, but idr. I was young. Ever played Grand Theft Auto? Nope, but oh man, good memories of those stupid games with my neighbor back when I was younger... He loved that game just to fuck around, and I liked watching. Then Jacob and Jason played it together at the apartment a lot, and those are warm memories, too. The last male you spoke to … is he attractive? That would be my 3-year-old nephew, so it'd be fucking weird to call him that. He's one handsome little boy, though. We all know he's gonna be a lady killer one day. If your ex called right now, would you answer? Yeah. Is there a dictionary on your bookshelf? I don't even have a bookshelf. Do you have any pet names for the person you love/like? Not anymore. Who was the last person you had a serious conversation with? What is your honest opinion of that person? Mom. I love her to death. Who was the first person you dated? What is your honest opinion of that person? Aaron was my puppy-dog love, and I have not the slightest clue what he's up to now, but I have faith he's kept that good head of his. Ever fallen in the shower? I've passed out while getting *out* of it. I've slipped a number of times too, but not truly fallen. Do you think that things will get better? For me, I genuinely don't know. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes, by my cousins' friend's pool for a b-day party. It was cool. Their house was fuckin' wild. Movie theater inside and all. Is your dad bald? Just about. His head is just mostly shaved. Have you ever slept at a member of the opposite sex’s house? I mean yeah, all the time when we were together. Have you ever hooked up with someone to hurt someone else? Wow, no. I don't do "hook-ups" anyway. Do any of your relatives actually pinch your cheeks when they see you? No. Have you ever made a member of the opposite sex cry? Ugh, yeah. Do you know the last person you kissed's parents? Yes, I adore them. Do they like you? I think so. Name a couple things you can cook. ... Literally just scrambled eggs, if you mean something pretty much from scratch. Well, I could probably still do pasta if I read the box. Who was there to help you last time you were puking? My mom. I am absolutely terrified of vomiting, so she's kind enough to somehow manage to stand in there with me and talk to me. Are there any boxes of tissues in your room? What’s the design on it? No. Are you in high school? When are you done? No. I graduated in 2014. Are you embarrassed to say if you’re a virgin or not? More like confused and awkward, because I genuinely DON'T know for sure. Have you ever met someone you thought you’d be with forever? It was "certainty" to me. That's partially why the breakup was so traumatizing. I MEAN IT when I say my brain couldn't even fathom the idea. It was "impossible." It simply couldn't happen. Then it did. ^Where are you two now? We haven't spoken in three years. Has your best friend ever been in love? Yes. What was the last magazine you bought? I've never been a magazine person. Will the last person you kissed get you anything for your next birthday? *shrugs* Do you think Family Guy is funny or just stupid? It can be both. Have you ever stayed with someone who treated you like shit just because you liked them so much? NO SIR-EE. You'd never see me stay with someone who treated me badly. Would you date someone all your friends and family hate? If I REALLY liked them, but if everyone hated that person, I would seriously consider why that is. Are you already looking forward to your wedding? Ha ha, not really, in most ways. Like, I hate getting all fancy and such. Have you ever spit on someone? No. Would you rather cuddle or make out? I MEAN, that depends on the mood??? Has your best friend ever been cheated on? No. Do you text with one hand or with both? Both. Are your parents left or right-handed? Right, to my knowledge? What was the last photo you took of? Something on FB I wanted to show to Sara. What topic always interests you and you will never tire of? C R Y P T I D Z Are you more or less tolerant than the average person? If you mean of varying beliefs, stuff like that, definitely more. If someone were to rate your life, what film certificate would it receive? PG-13 or R, idk. Actually, probably R for all they profanity lmaooo. Do you mind eating cold fries or are they disgusting? Ewww. What song makes you cry? What about it makes you cry? I physically cannot listen to "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin because of Jason joking at prom that the music sucked and we could dance to something like that, then once he took me home, I played it from my iPod over his car speakers and we danced in the headlights of his truck and it all felt like a fairy-tale. I'm emotional just typing it and it makes my stomach hurt, so moving on. If you could remake a movie, which movie would it be? Silent Hill: Revelation. As a fanatic over the series, I enjoyed it decently, but, objectively, it sucked and was ALL over the place. How about if you could rewrite a book's ending, which one? Why? I don't think I'd change any. Maybe a clearer answer to The Handmaid's Tale, but it's still g. What colour hair does your sibling(s) have? Brown, except Misty and Katie. Theirs is black. What gemstone would you like on your wedding ring? A dragon's breath opal or rose gold would be gorgeous. What are you looking forward to in the near future? We're throwing my little sister a surprise graduation party at our older sis's house. Thanks to the quarantine, her senior graduation isn't *actually* happening, so. How is life going for you, anyway? Be honest. IT KINDA S U CKS!!!!!! What time did you get changed this morning? I haven't changed out of my pj's. I almost never do (besides obviously after a shower) because I have nowhere to go, like ever. Have you met somebody that you want to spend the rest of your life with? Yeah. Have you ever dressed up as a Disney character? Which one? Maybe as a kid? Have you ever played chess? If so, are you good at it? I’ve never played it. If I wanted to buy you a chocolate bar, what kind should I NOT get? Ew, Snickers. Of all your close friends, who have you known the longest? Sara. What was the last song you heard, that made you feel emotional? Hm. Maybe "Disguise" by Motionless In White. I wonder all the time if that's how Jason felt. Plus it's his favorite band, so that's a double whammy. When was the last time you took a selfie? Maybe about a month ago. As a child, did you ever have any scented gel pens or markers? Oh, I remember those! Yes. Name an alcoholic beverage that you dislike. Hell, most that I've tried. I hate strong stuff. Can you recall the last time you were on a dancefloor? When I was shooting someone's wedding last year. Do you own any color-changing mood jewellery? No, I have zero faith in those. What was the last thing you heated up in your microwave? Ummm pizza rolls, I think. What was the last flavor of ice cream you had? Moose tracks. Do you have an online game that you play often? I play World of Warcraft daily, and I enjoy the Dragons of Atlantis app a few times a day. I was into it when it was still a game on an actual website, and I more recently downloaded it on my phone. What’s your favorite cookie? Soft chocolate chip... yum. How long would you have to date someone for before moving in together? I think this depends very much on the relationship, BUT LIKE, definitely not TOO quickly because you need to test the endurance of the relationship. I'd at the very least give it a year and seriously consider how healthy the relationship is. Moving in with each other shouldn't be an impulsive "this is working great omg I love him/her let's do this!!!!". What's your favorite kind of sushi? N/A How much was the last bill that you paid? I've never paid a bill... wow, that's sad. What was the cause of the worst low point you've had in your life? A very abrupt, traumatic breakup. What are some of your favorite types of cheeses? Really just American. When did you last feel like your privacy was invaded? I'm not sure. Do your parents volunteer anywhere? No. Do you own more than 50 books? I have my Warriors books stocked somewhere. Probably in the attic. Do you have a bachelor's degree? Bitch I wish. How old were you when you became financially independent from your parents? I'm 24 and still aren't independent. Does your kitchen have an island? No. Have you ever bought or sold something on Facebook Marketplace? No. Do you know anyone famous enough to have their own Wikipedia page? No. What was the last appointment you had? With my psychiatrist over the phone because yeah quarantine. Why did you last feel like crying? I woke up from yet another nightmare. I'm so, so tired of them. They make me dread sleep. Do you keep your friends secrets/private information to yourself? If it truly is private, yes, and secrets, absolutely. What negative quality do your friends bring up the most? "I... don’t think I’d like to be friends with people who have a habit of bringing up 'negative' things about me." <<<< This. Do you often "jump" to conclusions? ONLY ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What about the world do you wish you never found out? Christ, there's a lot. For some reason, the first thing that came to mind is the dogmeat trade in Korea. A girl in my first semester did a presentation on it, and just... wow. I never had the slightest clue it was a thing. Does the sight of blood make you feel sick? No. Does someone's background affect whether you'll be friends with them or not? Well, yeah. I'm not gonna be friends with a rapist or something. How about their religious background? Depends on if they push that shit on me or not, as well as things they believe. If someone admitted cheating in a past relationship of theirs, would you trust them? NNNNNNNNNOPE. Do you drink tea and/or coffee every day? There are so many tea/coffee questions in surveys... and no. I don't like either. Did you ever want to be a cook as a kid? No. Do you wish that magic was real? Well, it depends on what the magic is. Do you prefer fire or ice? Fire is cooler. Do you rap along with rap songs? No. When happy, do you become more talkative? WAY MORE. Bowling or sailing? Why? Never sailed before, but bowling is fun. Especially with the lights off but all the neon and signs lit up. Do you prefer sitting in the front or back of a car? THE FRONT!!!!!!!!! Sitting shotgun and being able to control the music is everyTHIIIIIIIIIIIING. How about in a train? On the bus? I don't really have a preference here. Do you care about politics? I should... Are you offended easily by non-politically correct language? No, honestly. Do you think the censors/fcc go a bit too far or are just right? Definitel too far. Have you ever taken a martial art? Which one(s)? No. Do you know anyone who is scared of you? No. I am so unintimidating. Do you like watermelon? Not really, no. Can you remember the month of your first kiss? April or May, p sure. What do you think is the most interesting thing about you? Uh. I dunno, man. Do you have a photo album? Mom has tons. What was your biggest fear as a child? Thunderstorms. I was fucking terrified. Can you remember all your past teachers' names? The majority. Do you find people taller than you intimidating? Generally tall men do, but not always. What's your favorite thing about your country? We have a lot of freedom. What's your least favourite thing about your country? We're greedy as fuck. What websites do you have bookmarked? I have a few on my personal laptop, which I don't have access to now so can't recall well. What TV show scared you as a kid? Courage the Cowardly Dog... though I watched it anyway lmao. What is one thing you regret having done or not done in your life? There's a lot. Let's not focus on it. Which parent do you identify with the most? I guess Mom. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people? laskdjflawe admitting I RP is almost ENTIRELY IMPOSSIBLE to others, especially in-person. If you had to choose one thing you were most passionate about, what would it be and why? Politics, 'cuz that's shit that seriously matters and affects the world. Who are you most envious of—real or fictional—and why? Probably an old friend who's an award-winning, quite successful photographer here in the state. She's shot fashion and model stuff professionally. She's absolutely gorgeous, does the coolest stuff... What’s the saddest song you’ve ever heard? Good Lord, I know so many. "UR A WOMAN NOW" by Otep is one, then there's "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade, "Cancer" by My Chemical Romance... wow, I'm so surprised they're not just rushing to me. How about the sweetest song? Biiiiiih "Here For You" by Ozzy Osbourne laskdjfk;awe Do you know how to play dominoes? No. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat? Exotic/endangered animal meat. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try? Uhhh I'm really not sure. Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? Shane Dawson is MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Is there something you wish you had said sorry for but never did? Many things.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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byjove-cannibalcove · 5 years ago

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Hannibal AU for @pragnificent

will is called in to find the person responsible for the murder of roughly 15 people over the course of a single weekend up in new jersey The killings were really brutal, and disproportionately targeted a home where a party had been taking place, as well as a single police officer who had arrived to check in on them preliminary assumption is that it was a large group of people, possibly an occult ritual slaying of some kind, especially because it happened on friday the thirteenth and the teenagers had been having a scary movie watching party for some reason so anyways they get up there and are looking at the carnage and trying to figure out how the hell most of these murders were even pulled off, since it includes things like 'cut a head from someones shoulders' and 'a 6'4" football player was thrown onto a spike' and shit like that naturally they look into it and find out that there has been large scale killings in this general area every ten years or so for 30 years or so that the first one was the only one where the killer was caught (a little old woman, motivations unknown) and that while there is usually at least 1 survivor of each attack the survivor is in all cases driven too insane by the events to accurately describe anything that had happened (though for what its worth they, for the most part, do not tell cohesive stories, so you cant listen to them anyways) so anyways will is out here trying to get a vibe, get a feel for the person that did this, trying to understand why he targeted these people hes fifuring out shit like 'yeah this cop was a serial abuser' and 'a lot of these teenagers show evidence of having been having a lot of sex and underage drinking and drug use beforehand, all of which appears consentual' that the kids with records of wrong doing and bad reputations were killed most violently, that those that seem like good kids were mostly killed quickly and pretty painlessly and wills preliminary feelings are 'this killer was... driven... but not calculated... almost childish.. ' this leads team science to be like 'okay so like a fellow teenager?' and then argue like 'only if they are a GIANT teenager, we are talkign 6'5" based on some of these swings" and wills like no no not a teenager, like, an actual child, think Home Alone, a child with no concept of torture but who just wants to make the bad people go away, who feels like hes defending his home which leads the group to be like 'okay potentially a giant disabled person, cant be too many of those secreted away in the area' wills going out to sit by the lake days later and thinking how beautiful it is, how peaceful, serene, like you could just float out into the water here and stare at the moon and never look away he finds a used condom in the reeds by the dick, curls his nose in disgust, imagining them fucking in the water, or on the dock, how vulgar it would be there are homes along this lake, not here exactly but visible in the distance at the far other end. this is a big long lake with many nice little divots like this one, so many people live along it and have never been hurt, many families, lots of vacation homes. the only families that were ever killed on this lake usually lived there for a decade, more, before it happened, kids that were raised in those homes only killed during a party when they were vulgar when they disrespected the lake disrespected nature ruined it with their noise and their wild parties, drug use just the sort of thing a little old lady in 1979 might find worthy of death, might be driven mad by it takes a while but eventually they will dig up the information of the little old lady having had a disabled son, jason, who drowned in the lake a few years before Mrs vorhees went on her rampage, the information that he had drowned while attending a summer camp, while the teenagers on duty werent watching him hes long dead btu will latches onto it, that it fits perfectly, they tell him hes losing it will starts channeling mrs vorhees, wandering around the lake, whispering to her boy, cleaning up trash he finds on the lake shore mrs vorhees was by all accounts an incredibly kind woman, a bit of a radical even, very environmental, a bit of a hippie, kind to strangers, lover of children, cherished and adored her disabled son, wouldve loved this lake and the clean air, the beautiful nights would have wanted the lake to be clean, to stay quiet will spends all night cleaning the lake for no reason at all other than an odd compulsion to see at least one small section of it be as nice as it would have looked to Mrs vorhees eyes how she would have taught it to her son, to cherish that will is sort of losing his mind, snapping at everyone, he hates loud noise and drinking right now, doesnt like how careless it makes everyone, is avoiding drinking himself for now at least but the clarity hurts, he is staying up at night in dirty hotel rooms and wishing he was outside under the clear sky, he buys a tent and puts it up down by the lake, in the area he cleaned he knows he shouldnt, there is a killer on the loose in the area, but will knows he isnt what the killer is looking for in the night he sees a shadow go over his tent, thinks he hears the crunch of a boot in the leaves, he holds his breath, cant move he sees a knife cutting through the fabric and tenses but when he looks again the tent is fine he realizes hes sleep paralyzed and sits up suddenly in burst of motion, throws open the tent flap, stumbles into the clearing its empty the lake reflects the white face of the moon at him. their eyes meet and it is beautiful he returns to the hotel room with the sunrise and as he climbs the stairs the phone in his pocket rings, the door to his room is wide open, jack stands inside with the phone to his ear he sees the tent under wills bag he thinks will is losing it, it is insane to camp by the lake when there is a killer on the loose there will doesnt have an excuse jack tells him that they found the cemetary that jason was buried in (very difficult because records from the time are so fucking spotty and it was a tiny family cemetary for a family that no longer exists) and that he was clearly marked as a drowning victem, dead at age 10, so no, its not mrs vorhees son, and there are no relatives, so scrap that, they are back to square one jack orders will to go home and talk to hannibal because being here is not very helpful right now if hes gonna do crazy shit like camp next to the murder lake will talks to hannibal about it, with as much honesty as possible, and how certain he is that its jason hannibal convinces jack to exume jason. there is no living family to protest and it will settle will enough to get will back on track and stop focusing on it. jack agrees in a very irritated way they go to do it (jack team science will and hannibal as well, as support for will) and... yeah there is no casket in that spot. empty grave. a marker and nothing else. holy shit somethign something something eventually they manage to link shit up like 'okay maybe it was jason that killed the second camp full of counselors in training-- the person was described as a teenager, small in stature with a bag to hide their face. the killer in the 3rd instance was a grown man who slaughtered a fuckton of people over the course of a FEW days, and then was killed by a small child who fucked his head up so much that there was nothign identifiable left, not even teeth, so no one ever knew their identity, it literally might have been jason, it totally could have been a huge disabled man living in the woods and no one ever knew about it ((we are gonna pretend 'jason lives' didnt happen)) anyways its basically decided that 'yeah it literally might have been jason vorhees, growing up alone in the woods, who committed most of those murders... but hes dead now so this is a new killer' and its a very frustrating thing because jack is like 'cool we just answered some cold case files btu we still dont know wtd happened last weekend' and will is like NO I SWEAR IT STILL FEELS LIKE THE SAME GUY And is trying to claim that 'maybe the person that was killed by the kid was someone else' 'an accomplice?' 'no no this person-- jason-- he is entirely alone. only the memory of his mother. only her touch guiding his hands, only her words in his ears, he cant listen to anyone else, he cant... he cant collaborate' and hannibal sits with him out on the lake, lets will row out in a boat with him Will imagines Mrs Vorhees, feels the way she must have felt, looking out at this beautiful lake, the one that nearly her son from her, beautiful and calm and tranquil, while the teenagers behind her loudly partied, drank, didnt have a care in the world, and his teeth bare at the idea, and he hates them too, hates the way they would look at her son if they knew he was alive Hannibal, sitting across and watching him, tells will thatthe lake is beautiful ((of course hes looking at will rather than the water haha)) will tells him its deep and cold will looks deep into the water and sees the drowning boy. blinks to wash the image away. blinks again. again. "Hannibal??" hannibal asks what will sees will jumps in the water reaches for child jason snags the hand of an adult dragging him down its beautiful here one blue eyes looks into his, startlingly clear hannibals arms snag will around the middle and pull him back to the boat jason lets go without fuss ((he just wanted to touch wills hand, will who for a few moments had looked, to jason, like his mother)) back at shore will tells hannibal this, and he is shakign and shivering and frightened of the lake and of himself, because he must really be fucknig losing it asks for comfirmation that hannibal didnt see anyone in the lake hannibal does not give will that confirmation he asks if will is seeing ghosts will says its more like spirits "a lake spirit, then?" its such a silly thought but somehow will ends up out at the lake the next night, hannibal at his side. hannibal has dressed down, a warm cream sweater over his dress shirt for the late october chill, will in flannel, and they set up wills tent and clean the area around their campsite meticulously. hannibal warms food he brought from home over the fire and will fishes, cleans and guts his catch, the knife catching the white face of the moon as it flicks over the scales in the dark night will stands, jus tinside the circle of light by the fire, and channels mrs vorhees "Jason... jaaaasonnn" nothing he thinks hannibal will laugh at him, but he doesnt he concentrates more on the image in his mind, the kindly smile she wore in the photos he saw of her, the fierce protective instinct that lay behind those eyes, the fact that jason is out here, alone, confused, scared, and he feels protective of him too "Jason.. come here" a tiny intake of breathe behind him, and wills blinks his eyes open and Jason stands before him. not a child. a man. Tall. huge. a giant he is wet, the only sound he makes the slow dripping of lake water from his clothes onto the ground below. his clothes are ragged and encrusted with leaves and dirt. his face is covered by a battered hockey mask. the skin beneath it is grey the image is a terrifying one, the stuff of nightmares but he isnt a monster he is wills son will holds out his arms "Jason, come here" jason is still for a time, tilting his head only slightly as he tries to work out what will is, who he is but he comes slowly he is so much larger that will, but he kneels, down on one knee, looking up at will one blue eye shining, searching wills face for something will wraps his arms around him "My special boy" jason shudders and melts into the hug, mask pressed to wills stomach the machete drops to the ground, huge hands press to wills back, so gently, like will is made of glass, something too precious to jason to risk hurting will tells him that he knows he was scared, was confused, was lost and alone for so so long that he thought he had to be that way but he doesnt that he can come home with will he doesnt have to stay here anymore, he doesnt have to wait Jason makes a sound, the first sound he has made so far, a small, a tiny little sob, and his shoulder loosen, like a great weight has left his shoulders he seems to shrink in wills arms, and for a moment will is holding a child and then his arms are empty but not cold there is a warmth in him, something between his lungs, love, peace, hope, life in a way he has never before experienced it will wants to cry but it feels more like happy tears he holds them at bay, sniffles once, wipes his eyes with sleeves filthy with lake water arms wrap around him from behind, and it is hannibal again, pulling at him, and will turns, melts into hannibals hug, lets himself cry they dont stay the night at the lake, they pack up their campsite, put out the flames, walk through the darkness to the car, will being led behind hannibal by the hand like a child, too shaky and full to do it himself later, in therapy, they talk about it, briefly, and agree that jason is somewhere better now, that the killings will stop, that they dont need to tell jack about this, that jason was a special boy, a good boy who loved his mother very much, that maybe they are together now, somewhere and when will looks out at the moon from his porch that night, he feels a presence just behind him, a warm, protective presence, who is looking up at the moon with him, and he knows its true

#friday the 13th au #will graham #jason voorhees #hannibal #My writing

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franeridart · 6 years ago

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what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty

Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;

Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane

HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?

She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D

Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)

AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)

Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!

Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.

PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!!

Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!

Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!

Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p

GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////

Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )

Adopted!

Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!

G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!

Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.

I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha

Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?

She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much

anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D

Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.

I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha

Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.

Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!

Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!

I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!

Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀

I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D

Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god

PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!

I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!

Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕

Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT

Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?

Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!

Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???

THANK YOU TTATT

Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon

This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes

Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help

I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????

anyway if you still want it it’s here

Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!

What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work!

Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself

Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha

Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)

AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start

They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!

Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio

She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~

#fran answers #a bunch of asks i had forgotten about after closing the inbox!!!#jesus im a disaster #i was sure i had a couple asks more in here but i can't find them so...???#ah well #either way i'm sorry these took so long my brain is seriously all over the place lately #go d s #anonymous

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crutchie-with-a-y · 5 years ago

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newsbians, sarah x katherine -School Supply Shopping

okay so i would’ve posted this earlier but tumblr was like na fam so I had to wait, so sorry about that! anyway in this sarah is a teacher and katherine and her go school supply shopping for her classroom! hope you enjoy! <3 (also they’re engaged, and no i haven’t written an engagement fic, i’m sory, i’m trying to catch up, i’ll get to it)

“Okay so you have the list?” Katherine asked as she turned into the Target parking lot. Sarah reached into the pocket of her sweatpants and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Yeah.” She rubbed her eyes. “I can’t believe they only the gave us a hundred dollars this year. I don’t know how I’m going to do this.” Katherine pulled their gray Kia into a parking spot and pulled the keys out of the ignition. She leaned forward against the steering wheel and looked at her fiancée. “I know, babe. But we’ll get what we can and the rest.....will be deducted from our taxes.” The two chuckled dryly and stepped out of the car. Sarah closed her door and looked up in the warm evening air at the glowing signs of the strip mall. She reached in her ratty, gray sweatshirt pocket to check her phone for the time. 7:30 pm. Shopping for her students’ school supplies was known to take upwards of two hours, and they hadn’t had dinner yet. She sighed and walked around the car where Katherine stood, checking her hair in the back window. Sarah walked over and kissed her on the cheek before linking arms. “I’m sorry if this takes a long time. I’ll try to be quick, but I’m not sure we’ll have dinner before nine.” She said as they headed into the store, the flap of her slides and the tap-tap of Katherine’s converses against the pavement creating a steady beat behind her words. “Are you joking? You have waited till like two in the morning to eat to help me on an article. You’re fine! Besides, shopping with you is always fun.” Katherine reassured, ending with a quick peck on Sarah’s mouth. Sarah laughed, stepping through the sliding doors with a smile. “Okay. But just to be safe let’s get some Starbucks to hold us over.” She pointed at the line of customers waiting for their overpriced caffeine. “How about you go get started and I get our drinks?” Katherine suggested, pulling a cart towards her partner and stepping towards the coffee shop. “Well…” “Just go, Sarah.” “Okay....White chocolate mocha-“ “With a two pumps of toffee. I know.” Katherine winked and turned around, heading towards the line. Sarah watched her walk away for a minute. God, she thought, I love her so much. Katherine strolled past the food aisles and into the school supplies section. She sipped her frappuccino and scanned the rows of rulers, glue, and notebooks, scattered with a few tired parents and kids whining about the color of their back packs. Finally her eyes landed on a girl in black and gray sweatpants chewing on her sweatshirt string as she squinted at the price tags of two different composition notebooks she was comparing in her hands. Katherine smiled and walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around Sarah’s waist. “How’s it going, babe?” Sarah continued to squint at the price tags as she answered. “1.75 but with....the hell?” She furrowed her eyebrows with frustration, blinked, and then looked at Katherine. “Oh uh....pretty good.” Katherine laughed and raised her fiancée’s drink to her lips. Sarah took a sip and sighed. “Alright so I need thirty of these kind.” She held up the notebook in her left hand. “Preferably all the same colors since first graders are known to fight over these things.” They gathered the notebooks, recounted twice, and continued to go down the list for the next two hours, Katherine sipping her frap and occasionally providing an opinion as Sarah paced up and down aisles trying to find the best deals and quality. “Fuck it.” Sarah finally said, as Katherine pushed the full cart down an aisle towards her. She began throwing boxes of Ticonderoga pencils on top of the containers of markers and crayons and stacks of paper. “What?” Katherine tilted her head as she chewed on her straw. Sarah turned to her, clutching two boxes of pencils in her hand. “For the price of 75 of the Ticonderoga, I could get 105 of the store brand. And I do need a lot of pencils…but no I’m not going to do that!” She declared, waving the boxes around in the air. “Because…because my students are already underprivileged kids who have been through enough shit and they deserve the best! Even if that means I…don’t get to buy coffee every morning, at least my students will have quality educational materials.” Sarah blinked, breathing a bit before she realized Katherine was smiling at her in admiration. Her heart always warmed when Sarah went on about her students. She was so dedicated and Katherine loved her so much for it. “What?” Sarah asked of Katherine’s dreamy look. “You’re just so beautiful, Sarah Jacobs.” The redhead said, and walked over to kiss her before kneeling down to get more boxes of pencils. “That the last bag?” Sarah asked, setting a blue reusable bag overflowing with highlighters on their apartment’s kitchen counter. “Yep,” Katherine heaved a cloth Trader Joe’s bag up by Sarah’s and threw her keys down next to it. The young women stood in their crammed kitchen and looked at the bags filling their counter and scattered across the floor with their hands on their hips. After a moment, Katherine looked at her watch. “Dinner?” She waded through the bags and opened the freezer. “Something quick....and easy.” “Uhhh, how about that pizza back there, babe?” Sarah suggested, leaning back against the counter and peering over her partners shoulder. Katherine moved bags vegetables and a few Lean Cuisines out of the way and pulled out a store-brand pizza in white cardboard box with a corny cartoon on the front. She flipped it over to look at the instructions and Sarah turned her head to see what type it was. “The hell? Why did you buy Hawaiian?” Sarah flipped the box back over to point with disgust. Katherine smiled. “I didn’t buy it. I think it’s from that cooler full of old food that Race and Spot gave us when they moved.” She said, kissing her partner on the cheek and then pushing the preheat button on their oven. “But it has pineaplllllllllle.” Sarah whined, kicking a bag. Katherine chuckled. “Then you’re just going to have to suffer. Now while that warms up let’s get all of this organized.” She said, waving her arms around the kitchen. Sarah nodded, then stepping into the dining room and flipping on the small TV in the corner and turning on the news, keeping the volume low. Katherine dragged two large Rubbermaid containers out of a closet and the two of them spent the next hour while they waited for their pizza filling the purple bins with Tetris-esc stacks of supplies before closing them up and putting them by the door for Sarah to take to her classroom the next morning. “I guess I have to start dressing nice again tomorrow.” Sarah said, pulling a sizzling slice of pizza off the cooking tray and dropping it on her compostable paper plate. “You should wear that purple skirt you got last weekend, Sarah,” Katherine recommended, grabbing a piece and stretching out the cheese before ripping off the long strand of mozzarella and shoving it in her face. “You look hot as shit in that.” She said, cheese hanging out of her stuff mouth. “I’m sure the first graders will appreciate that.” Sarah laughed, sitting down at the table. “If they don’t, I will.” Katherine winked and bit her lip seductively, walking into the dining room while balancing her plate on her arm and carrying two mason jars filled with water. She set them down and laughed at the way Sarah’s jaw dropped as she turned bright pink. “You need to stop.” Sarah said, taking a bite of her pizza and staring at her plate the whole time. “Oh, but it’s such fun.” Katherine said, jokingly sliding her hand over Sarah’s where it rested on the table. Sarah glared at her, and Katherine scrunched her nose to tease. Sarah’s look softened and she laced her fingers in Katherine’s. “Thank you for helping me out tonight.” She said, and looked back down at her plate. “I know it can be a lot. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.” Katherine winked and squeezed her partner’s hand. “You’re so passionate about teaching and I admire that. Those kids are lucky. You’re the type of teacher they’re going to come back to visit every year, who they’re gonna invite to their graduations, who they’re gonna tell their kids about. You leave an incredible impact on these kids, Sarah, and I’m overjoyed I could play a small role in assisting that.” Sarah looked back up at Katherine. The pizza was getting cold, the TV was probably going to wake up the neighbors, they had spent too much money, she wasn’t ready for school to start, and it was getting late and she had to be up early. But none of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered to Sarah in that moment was the amazing woman seated across from her, who she was lucky enough to have her life and blessed enough to call her own. And who she would soon have the honor of calling her wife. “I love you, Katherine Plumber.” Sarah said, lost in her fiancée’s eyes. “And I cannot wait to marry you.” “I love you too, Sara Jacobs.” Katherine smiled. “And I’m counting down the days along with you.”

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canyoufeelitmrkrabsbruh · 7 years ago

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Shika’s Guide To Selling at Conventions #1: Table Set Up

Sooooo, to take my mind off somethings that are bugging me and to give myself a break from drawing; I thought I might offer a bit of insight to those who want to sell at conventions or those who already do but, just might want to read a long ass post about artsy shit. This post in particular will be about your table set up and I’ll probably make another one on what type of things you should sell and where to get your stuff made and or/how to make them yourself, one on what the content of your merch should be, and basic convention etiquette. Coming from someone that has done plenty of research on conventions, is currently getting ready for the 2018 con circuit, and has sold things herself I have quite a bit to talk about.

Strap in kiddies, because I’m going to cover everything I can possibly think of when it comes to table set up.

PART 2: PRODUCTS AND HOW TO MAKE THEM/WHERE TO GET THEM DONE

Now the first thing I want to list is the things that you will need REGARDLESS of your table set up. These are things that everyone needs to have whether they have a grid display, pipe display, etc.

Tablecloth: At most conventions/fairs you’re going to be given a table that is 2′x6′. You can have just a cheap ass plastic tablecloth meant for one time use if you’re just testing the waters but, if you’re going to be selling multiple times a year or if you’re even just going to sell more in the future I recommend that you have something made of cloth. It doesn’t even have to be specifically a tablecloth. Mine is a tapestry that I’m using so whatever fits the table will be fine.

Paper For Keeping Count of Your Inventory: This is important to make sure you’re keeping track of what you have and what you’ve sold.

Pens and Markers

Sign(s) Listing Your Prices For Your Items: It’s annoying to keep having to ask the artist what the price of everything is so make sure everything is marked.

Money Box with Change

Scissors

Container for holding your merch including your prints and everything else

T-Shirt Bags: You can get a box of them at Office Max/Depot, or colored ones on Ebay. Your costumers will thank you for having them trust me.

Pocket Folder

Paracord: This is useful for hanging or tying your banner and so much more.

Invisible Tape

Banner

Card Reader: Not everyone has cash on them these days. I sure as hell don’t so, get one. I recommend Square personally.

Phone Stylus: Get a cheap one at Walmart so people can sign when they buy with a card.

Velcro

And now that, that is out of the way let’s get onto the actual table display. There are tons of ways to set up your table and you can look up pictures as reference but, I will be going over the 5 most common types that I have seen, the pros and cons of each, and the extra items you made need for each particular display. I’ll start at the cheapest and go up.

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

Price: $

Eyup, that’s right. You can get by with just having your stuff spread out on your table. This set up is good because it’s cheap and good for first timers and it’s also good if you’re only selling prints and/or maybe a few items. But, at the same time it may be tiresome for customers to have to look down at a table and it may look cluttered and unprofessional as well.

Pros: Cheap, Good for first timers or people on a budget, Good for those with minimal items to sell, Set up is very easy

Cons: Can look cluttered/unprofessional, Can be tiresome for customers to look down.

Extras You May Need: Portfolio/Page Protectors to Display Prints, Binder

PVC PIPING

Price: $

This is probably the one everyone is most familiar with. It’s a simple and cheap and does a great job of displaying many different prints. It’s starting to fade out in recent years as Photography Stands are getting more popular. It’s common for most beginners to use this but, that also may be a con because it can look a bit amateurish with those big white pipes showing. They are readily available at any hardware store and are pretty cheap. Most beginners (especially people in the mid 2000′s) would use clamps to hold the pipes up and tape the hell out of them but, I would recommend a setup like this. No matter how you set it up, the set up its self takes time so you’ll have to go in early to set up.

Pros: Cheap, Readily available, Can be customized to different heights and widths

Cons: Set up may take some time, a bit amateurish and unprofessional, can be a bit wobbly and unstable, Hard to transport to keep track of all of the pieces

Extras You May Need: Plastic Page Sleeves, Binder Clips/Binder Rings

WIRE GRID STORAGE CUBES

Price: $$

This is neck in neck with Photography Stands with the most current popular display method. It’s actually the one I use and its my favorite. It’s very easy to find; You can find it at Walmart, Bed Bath and Beyond, Target, and Kmart (which is where I got mine). You can even order the individual little grids online through certain stores. They come in both black and white. How much you spend will depend on whether you get a 4 cube set or a 6 cube set. I have a 6 cube set that I got at Kmart for $20 and it’s worked perfectly for me. The set up is easy but takes time (longer than the PVC pipes) so you’ll have to go in early to properly set up. My favorite thing with these is how customizable they are. You can do so many different looks with them.

Pros: Fairly inexpensive, Readily available, Customizable, Good for Products like Charms/Jewelry/Bookmarks because they can be hung, Easy to transport

Cons: Can be unstable based on how it’s set up, set up takes time

WIRE GRID PANELS

Price: $$$

This is one of the more rarer ones but, I still think it’s worth mentioning anyways. These work like the Storage Cubes but, on a larger scale. These will have to be placed on the floor unlike the rest and you need to buy more than one, which isn’t a big deal because they’re actually fairly cheap in a pack. They can be bought in different sizes but, because they are so big, heavy, and almost exclusively sold online shipping will probably bite you in the ass. Also set up will most likely be difficult without a helper. Also because of the fact that they are so big will give you plenty of space to display prints. The fact that they’re on the floor will free up you table space and give you more room to show other things.

Pros: Pretty affordable for their size, Very professional looking, Easy to hang things like Charms/Bookmarks/Jewelry from, Plenty of display space, Frees up table space

Cons: Hard to set up without help, Hard to transport, May make your booth space feel crowded with things behind you

Extras You May Need: Zipties

PHOTOGRAPHY STAND

Price: $$$$

This is tied with the Grid Cubes for the most popular option and it’s steadily growing as well. They’ll set you back about $80-$90 but, they have a lot of benefits. They are the easiest to set up. They have the concept of PVC pipes but are far easier to put together, are customizable with the height and width, and are much more sleeker and professional looking. They are perfect for anyone selling alot of prints and like the grid panels they free up table space. And also like the panels they can make the surrounding area feel closed in.

Pros: Very easy setup, Very professional looking, Plenty of Space for prints, Customizable height and width, Frees up table space, Easy Transport

Cons: Very expensive for a quality one, Mostly exclusive to online, Depending on the feet type it can be a tad bit unsturdy, Makes surrounding space feel cluttered

Extras You May Need: Plastic Page Sleeves, Binder Clips/Binder Rings

And those are only the 5 most popular set ups. I’ve seen people use other methods so do you research and pick and choose which one suits you best. And now unto how to display certain popular items. The prints are covered by the stand setup but, this is for the smaller things.

Buttons

Foam Core Board (Can be by it’s self or with a fabric covering like felt)

Jewelry Beading Box

Cork Board

Charms

Foam Core Board

Cork Board

Display Case

Stickers

Bowls (Good for individual stickers)

Foam Core Board (Good for sticker sheets)

Jewelry Beading Box

Jewelry

I would have to list alot but, unless you’re going to have them hanging if you have wire grid panels/storage cubes You’ll need a necklace stand, bracelet stand, ring holder, etc.

These are extras that completely optional but, I thought they would be nice to mention anyhow.

Peg Board With Pegs: These are great for displaying hanging things like Keychains,Charms Etc. They can even be used to display prints if you get them big enough.

Cloth Backdrop for Photography Stand: If you don’t want to put your prints in sleeves and then tape them together, You can attach them to a cloth backdrop.

Gift Card Display, Revolving or Stationary: These are great if you’re like me and you sell 4x6 Mini Prints.

Boxes: I often see these used to elevate certain products and show off certain things. They’re more often than not painted small wooden boxes flipped upside down with the merch placed on top.

Easel Stands: If you’re going to be using Foam Core Boards Or Cork Boards, you’ll need something to prop them up.

Business Cards and Business Card Holder: This may be a weird one to be optional, you’d think it would be up with the essential stuff but, not exactly. I personally prefer to keep businesses cards but, at a Con I went to this year there was alot of people that instead of many business cards they had one little sign with all of their social media (some even had a QR Code) that people would take a picture of.

Brads/Finishing Nails: Again if you’ll be using Foam Core or Cork Board for displays you’ll need something to have your product hang off. I personally prefer brads over finishing nails because they can come in different designs.

Hangers: If you’re selling t-shirts and you’re not going to have them on the table top, you can use hangers to display the t-shirts.

#artist alley #convention #ref #shika talk #i was so bored i made this

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Description: Punk!Phil is about as artistic as a rock. As hard as he tried to make an adorable prom-posal for Pastel!Dan, it still ended up a complete mess, of course. Dan doesn’t mind though, because Phil did his best.

Genre: Fluff, Pastel!Dan/Punk!Phil, High School AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1334

A/N: I’m actually partially posting this tonight because it’s the night of the Phandom Writers Meetup I’m hosting! Thanks so much to everyone who’s participated so far, and you’re still totally welcome to until tomorrow night (1/28/18) at 6 PM EST! Much love <3

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Phil tried his best. He really did. He tried his best to create an adorable prom-posal for Dan, but it wasn’t going to work out; he could tell. Nobody could love such an artistic monstrosity as what he created. Or what he was, for that matter.

He was sure his boyfriend would go to prom with him regardless, but his prom-posal was a complete bust.

It was nearly midnight as he sat there thinking that. He’d been working on his poster since his family finished dinner, so it must have been over five hours. He had dashed up to his room as soon as he finished his chicken, taking out his poster board and getting to work.

It cost him nearly 20 bucks he could have used for gas, but his floor was soon an array of glue and pastel-colored glitter and markers. He got a few odd looks as a tall, strong-looking high school senior wearing a leather jacket and his lip piercing to buy glitter in a craft store, but he didn’t mind. Dan was worth it, and besides, nobody dared to mess with him anyway.

Phil had a reputation in their school as the biggest, most intimidating punk boy around. That’s why it was such a big surprise when he came out and began dating the small, pastel-clad Dan. He really wasn’t that mean, but he wore black and had piercings, and he would punch the hell out of someone if he had to, but only if he had to. This reputation did play to his advantage though, as he managed to avoid teasing in situations many kids would face bullying for. He was lucky, definitely. Especially because he had Dan.

He sat there in his room trying his best to write “Dan, will you go to prom with me” in glue on his posterboard and thinking about his wonderful boyfriend. After the first two letters, Phil realized they were way too big; the rest of the letters would never fit on the board. He jerked his arm to the board to attempt to wipe the glue off, but all he did was smear it all over the board and his hand.

After ten minutes of sadly peeling glue off his hand, Phil finally decided he wouldn’t stand a chance doing this alone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, careful not to stain it with glue. “Hey, Louise?”

Louise arrived to help within five minutes. Phil was thankful but not surprised. She had been Dan’s best friend since they were both only five years old, and she’d do anything to make him happy. She assumed Phil would be asking him to prom, so when the opportunity arose to help the situation come together, she was thrilled to join.

“What are we looking for here?” Louise crossed her legs, her red Converse grazing the corner of the posterboard. Her style wasn’t quite as out there as his or Dan’s, but they both appreciated it nonetheless.

“I just want to make it look good. Not too good, just the level of good that Dan will like it.”

Louise sighed, taking Phil’s pale hands. “Phil, he’ll love it just because you made it.”

He tore his hands away, rolling his eyes. “I know, I know. I just don’t know how to make it actually look good.”

Louise took her turn rolling her eyes before picking up the glue bottle. “First, get the sizing right.” She showed him how big to make the letters before handing him the bottle and allowing him to squeeze the glue out himself. Phil felt a bit like a child being showed how to use glue, but he managed to write out all the letters, so he was thankful.

“I need to go do my homework. At this point, just throw glitter everywhere. It should be fine.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, already opening a glitter container.

“Positive,” she said definitively, the door shutting behind her as Phil liberally poured glitter all over his sign.

“Phil, what the hell is that?” Louise’s eyes popped out of her head staring at the sign the following morning.

“What?” he asked defensively. “I got glitter all over my carpet for this.”

“Yes, and I can see it on your face too.”

“Hey, I don’t have to be a punk all the time,” he said, pulling out his phone and using the camera to pick a few stray pieces of glitter off his skin.

“Seriously though, this is terrible.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Phil, the glitter ran the glue halfway down the page, and you’ve mixed so many pastel colors that it looks like a unicorn threw up all over your promposal.”

“It’s my personal touch,” he said, puffing up his chest and standing tall. Usually when he did this people were intimidated, but with Dan and Louise he had learned to do it in more of a cute, joking manner.

“Fine,” she said. “What’s your plan?”

Phil smiled slyly. “I texted him asking to meet me on the bleachers to watch the sunrise. It’s mostly up by the time we get here, but it’s still nice to sneak out back and watch the colors disperse into the daily blue.”

“Deep,” she said, not even surprised by the soft side of Phil. Only she and Dan had seen it, but it was completely normal for them. The two decided to go ahead and walk outside to wait for Dan. “There he is!” she pointed at the doors, where Dan emerged twirling his baby blue keychain on his finger. “Go for it!” she called, hopping off the bleachers and running off. “And Phil,” she said, lowering her voice and turning back to him for a moment.. She looked him up and down, from his jet black hair to his typical leather jacket to his black Converse. His normal look was contrasted by the glitter nightmare in his left hand along with the beautiful bouquet of fresh, white roses in his right. “He’s going to love it.”

Phil attempted to regulate his racing heart as Dan walked towards him. Each step Dan took felt to Phil like a chasm was opening between them. Finally he reached the bleachers, and Phil took a deep breath as he climbed the steps to their normal seats at the top. He smiled at Phil, seeing the bleachers covered with Phil’s previous night’s work. “What’s all this?”

Phil picked up the sign, facing the not-so-beautifully glittered side to Dan before struggling to hand him the bouquet. “Will you go to the prom with me?”

Dan closed his eyes and put the bouquet to his nose, taking in the sweet scent. Most people would be annoyed by the disruption, but Phil appreciated the quirky tendency of his boyfriend to put their lives on hold just to take a moment to stop and smell the roses. Besides, Phil enjoyed the view of the flower crown on his head as he tilted his neck downwards to the bouquet. After his moment, Dan reopened his eyes and connected them with Phil’s. “Of course I will!”

And suddenly their arms are around each other and Dan’s taking the posterboard from Phil’s hands and smiling. “Hey! What’re you doing?” Phil said, his voice muffled by Dan’s shoulder.

“Taking my beautiful promposal as a memento.”

“It looks terrible, you know that right?”

“No, it looks great!” Dan pulled apart from Phil and examined it. “No, it’s not perfect, but I wouldn’t want it to be. You’re not perfect, and neither am I. It’s really so much nicer knowing you did it,” he said, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck again. “and that you did your best,” he added, planting a kiss on Phil’s lips. “even though it isn’t the best.” He let their lips touch for a bit longer. “Because you are the very, very best.” Finally, the two came together and melted into the kiss. And really, Phil had to agree; it was the best.

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